One Direction Imagines

Dirty Niall Imagine: Frustration

You’ve had a really hard and frustrating day and school and when you get back to the flat that you share with Niall, your boyfriend, you just want to have some fun.

You run up to you room to change into something sexier so that Niall just can't resist you. You unbutton your shirt and tie it in a knot just below your boobs. You fold your skirt up so that it is half way up you thigh and pull on some knee high socks and some killer black heels.

You strut around the house looking for Niall, and moaning his name in a seductive voice, only to find him in the most obvious place: the kitchen. He has half a piece of left over pizza hanging out of his mouth, and is staring at you, his eyes glazing over with lust. You know you have him right where you want him, but then he just walks away.

You follow him, pleading his name wondering why he is ignoring you. He runs upstairs and you stumble in your tight skirt and heels, but you recover yourself and carry on upstairs. He has walked into your bedroom, just where you wanted him. You walk in and close the door, locking it swiftly, seeing a passive look on Niall’s face. He's stood be the bed, staring back at you.

You start to worry. Does he not get turned on by me anymore? Does he not find me sexy? Does he not like me anymore?

You decide that his face may be able to lie, but his dick can’t. You walk over to him, so he dodges you and runs over to the door trying to unlock it but gives up when you dangle the key infront of him. You start stripping in front of, slowly removing your top, so he can see your black lacy bra that he bought you for Christmas. By now, you had expected him to attack you with some animal instinct, but nothing. You bend over, facing away from him, pretending to find the handcuffs under the bed and as you stood back up again, you pulled your skirt up so he could see the matching lacy thong. You eventually pull the skirt off and stand there, watching him eye you up and down. You felt extremely vulnerable, as by now he would be making love to you.

To get rid of the vulnerability, you start fingering yourself. You become wet instantly, and can feel yourself tightening around your fingers. You walk over to him and start talking dirty into his ear, whilst constantly moaning as you become closer to your high.

“NIALL. I need you so badly inside me... I need you so much. I feel so…so...uuuhhhh...tight and sticky. I’m so wet for you and I NEED you so much. I’ll do whatever you want. Torture me baby, torture me and please please don’t stop, just get inside me and release yourself in me. Niall, please….oooohhhhh please! Just open me up baby.”

You beg for him, and he turns and whispers in your ear “Anything? You will do anything I say?” You nod your head in approval, biting your lip as he grabs you and tackles you to the bed. He kisses you roughly and then shouts commands at you.

“Strip me with just your teeth” You follow his orders, struggling to get his top off but once you do, it gets a lot easier. You strip his trousers and boxers and feel his shaft smack you in the face. You start to tease him, leaving kisses on his tip, until he orders you to suck.

You take the order and disobey. You never enjoyed sucking cock, and you didn’t care what happened to you if you didn’t. He thrust it in your face but you just look up at him, pleading that he let you do something else.  He bends down and whispers in your ear “Do it, or you will never get rid of your tightness.” His sexy Irish huskiness is driving you insane.

You moaned and eventually gave in. You slowly eased your way into taking his huge length. You started to enjoy it a little bit, but you were hoping you weren’t going to have to get used to it. Suddenly, he thrusted into your mouth and you felt his whole length nearly choke you. He carried on until he released straight down your throat. You felt the hot liquid flow down inside you. You look up at Niall, pleading him to say you can stop. You disliked him using his power to his advantage. He pulled you up off the floor and whispered into your ear

“Now get onto the bed, you tight bitch” You loved it when he talked dirty to you and ordered you around. It made you feel like you didn’t have to do anything, that no-one is relying on you, that you have no cares in the world.

He thrust into you quickly and roughly, without letting you adjust. You had never been more turned on in your life. You were so glad you gave him control over you, because he knew what you liked, when you didn’t. He hit a g-spot that you had never felt before. It was more intense than any other orgasm, and you knew the neighbours were going to hear his name tonight.

“Niall” You breathe, almost breathless from his thrusts.

“What? I can’t hear you. Louder bitch” He thrust into you further, with length and passion you didn’t know existed in him. Was this turning him on more aswell?

“NIALL….UUUHHHHH!!!!!!” You scream into his face, to find him laughing back at you. Obviously, your face wasn’t attractive and neither was your butch orgasm noise. You disliked it, and always tried to sound more girly when you were with Niall, but he was hitting new layers of pleasure with you that you didn’t care and couldn't contain it anymore.

He thrust against you more and more and you felt yourself becoming so close to your orgasm that you could feel the heat rising through your body. You felt a warm sticky substance leak into you and when you eventually realised it isn't yours you look up. The glint in Niall’s eyes had intensified and that was enough to send you over the edge. You cummed straight onto his enormous dick and watched as he grinned with pleasure. He pulled out of you and you felt completely empty. He led down next to you and started to laugh. You look at him totally confused and with tears in your eyes,

He sees the tears, and kisses them away “Why are you crying? Did I hurt you or something?”

“No…you laughed at me, and the last person who laughed at me after sex was laughing at my real orgasm noise!” You managed to hold yourself back from screaming into his face. You hated being laughed at and had never revealed your real orgasm noise until tonight, and how he does he repay you for being completely honest with him; by laughing straight into your face.

“I’m sorry….I’m not laughing at your orgasm noise…I’m laughing at the fact that you hid it for soo long.” You couldn’t think of anything to say, so you just passionately kissed him.

“You know, it really turns me on actually” You stare at him and just laugh.

“What? I get bored of the same old girly shrieks of pleasure. “ He imitates one and you fall off of the edge of the bed, tears of laughter spilling onto the carpet.

He rolls off next to you, also laughing, and brings you close, facing him, encapsulated in his warm Irish body and lustrious eyes. You whisper into his ear “I’ve never had such a good time during and after sex”

“Neither have I! Maybe I should take charge more often?” He grins cheekily at you.

“Maybe….but don’t push your luck” You laugh at his fake hurt face and just fall asleep in his arms, lead on the floor. He pulls a blanket over the top of you and kisses your neck, leaving a hickey to remind you of the night you shared together.