One Direction & ZAYN Dirty Imagines

Punk - Niall

Y/N's POV

Being in a new school means having to deal with new people. And by that means I'm not talking to anyone here.

I grip the ends of my sweater as I walk to my class that the counselor talked about.

The bell rings, causing me to jump as everyone begins walking to their class.

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It's been ten minutes when I finally find my class, which was the opposite of the counselors office.

When I enter, everyone's doing something. That is, until someone shouts.

"We have a newbie!" Causing all eyes to avert to me.

The teacher that was sitting by the desk walks up to me.

"Schedule?" I hand him my schedule as he scans it, nodding.

"Looks like you're at the right place," he chuckles. "Just sit next to Niall."

"But I always get my own desk," the Irish voice causes me to look.

His hair is blonde, and he has tattoos inked all over his arms. He's wearing a plain black shirt, and his vibe is very dangerous.

"Well Niall, the only available seat in the class is beside you so deal with it." The teachers statement causes a few laughs in the class, only to be silenced by Niall.

"Piss off," he rolls his eyes. The teacher gestures me to walk and I oblige. Slowly making my way towards the back, everyone starts to go back to whatever they were doing as I sit beside Niall.

"You're hot," he smirks toward me, extending his hand out. "M' Niall."

I shake his hand, forcing a smile.

"I'm y/n."

"You have really soft hands," he squeezes my hand. "I wonder what it feels like to have them wrapped around my c.ock."

His vulgar statement causes me to blush, pulling my hand away as I face forward.

"Aww what's wrong baby?" He coos, placing a hand on my thigh. "Too virgin?"

"I'm not a virgin Niall," I whisper harshly. I don't even know why I just told him that, maybe it's because I'm slightly intimidated by him.

"Then I dare you to suck my c.ock right here," he smirks, pulling my hands toward his crotch.

I never pass up a dare so what surprises him, is when I pop the button on his jeans, reaching in his boxers to pull him out.

He's thick, around seven to eight inches, but he was thick.

"Backing out?" He smirks. I immediately shake my head, sneakily going to the floor as I kneel in between his legs.

I take my tongue and run it along the head of his d.ick, causing him to bite his lip.

"F.uck baby," he whispers, causing me to grow wet.

I pump him simultaneously, and I wrap my lips around him, sucking his tip harshly before taking him deeper in my mouth, pulling away as soon as I gag.

"Faster, I want to c.um," he says greedily. I start flicking my wrist each time I pull up, feeling him buck his hips up at the sensation.

I go faster and harder, and in no time he c.ums, feeling his liquid on my tongue as I look up at him. He's staring back at me, eyes wide as he licks his lips.

"You're my toy, got that?" My mind is in a lustful haze and I nod, swallowing his c.um as I stand back up, sitting in my seat with no suspicion of what we just done.