One direction preferences and imagines

Dirty imagine- Niall

This should do it,” he whispers, smirking. He loosens his tie and pulls it off his neck, his blue eyes glittering in mischief. He grabs your wrists and gives them both a kiss before holding them together in one hand.

You hold your breath, your body tingling as you realize what he was about to do.

Niall was going to tie you up.

He wrapped his tie around your wrists, binding them as tight as possible. You let out a loud exhale, the soft silk rubbing against your skin sending a delicious shock down your spine.

“No more scratching, alright?” he cooed, leaning over and playfully wagging a finger at you. “As sexy as I think it is on my skin, I don’t think our fans would appreciate seeing them.”

You glare at him. “Well, if you would just wear a shirt for once instead of those stupid tank tops exposing your stupid muscles… Can they even been called clothes, because they’re literally falling off your body every single time you move and… and you might as well be shirtless, right? No wait, ignore that, I don’t want you to be shirtless.” You finish, pouting.

He laughs, and it’s so damn contagious that you laugh too.

“I’ll see what I can do, okay, baby?” he says, kissing the tip of your nose. “But for now…Behave.” He admonished, tugging on your bound wrists.

He shrugs off his blazer and unbuttons his shirt, and you relax against the bed, enjoying the view. His muscles were rippling as he stripped off the rest of his clothes, leaving him in his boxers (oooh, it was the Calvin Klein ones that you loved so oh-so-much) with a large bulge pushing against the front of the material.  

Niall hovers over you and gives you a soft kiss. He raises your arms so that they were above your head, pushing your breasts against his chest. He trails his mouth down to your neck, stopping briefly to nip at your collar bone. He pushes his cock between your spread legs, fueling the fire that was already pooling in the pit of your stomach. He kisses between your breasts and fingered the clasp at the front of your bra, teasing you.

He finally undoes the clasp, and your breasts were exposed to his eager eyes. Your breath hitches as he suckled one nipple and rubbed the other.

“Niall,” you whimper, lifting your hips up to push against him.

No more games. Please..?

But of course he ignores you, because you were playing under his rules.

“Maybe I should be the one giving you the scratch marks,” he teased, emphasizing his point by raking his blunt nails down your stomach to the seam of your panties.

You let out a soft moan, his nails leaving a trail of goosebumps down your body.

He pulls down your panties and slides them down your legs. He pushes your legs open and thumbs your clit, watching your body respond with a smile on his face.

You were squirming under his heated gaze, your face flushing as he began to rub your clit in circular motions. “Niall,” you moan, wiggling your hips from side to side. “Please…”

“Oh, alright, if you insist.” The adorable bastard playfully sighed while pulling of his boxers. He rubbed himself against your folds, and you grit your teeth, your stomach tensing in anticipation.

He slides in, letting out a low groan. He pauses, cups your face, and kisses you.  His soft lips moved against yours, and his tongue ran along the seam of your lips before tasting you. He began thrusting, and you pulled your mouth away from his to let out a moan as your wrapped your legs around his waist.

God, he felt so good.

His strokes quickened, and you hook your arms around his neck, pulling yourself up to a half-seated position.

“Fuck,” he cursed, your pussy tightening so deliciously around his cock. He continued driving himself into you, and your hands were literally itching to run down his back (as if you could). Instead, you opted for tugging at the little hairs at the nape of his neck.

He seemed to like it, because good god, the most beautiful, sexy, erotic, strangled moan escapes his mouth. His brows were digging together as he pounded harder into you, his face flushed and a light sheen of sweat forming on his forehead.

You lose yourself to the pleasure, and with one final, hard, tug on his hair, your come. You let out a small scream, your legs tightening around his thrusting hips.

After a few more thrusts, he follows; his hips jerking up erratically before holding still and fully emptying himself inside you. His eyes fluttered open, his eyes dark with satisfaction. He leans his forehead against yours, panting.

“Maybe… No, I should definitely tie you up more. That was…Mindblowing.”