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One Direction Dirty Imagines

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You and Niall were on a plane back to London. The two of you had been on a little vacation and now you couldn’t wait to get back home. Being in a house full of family gave you absolutely no privacy.

The flight was ten hours long and you had been asleep for about 5 hours now. You wake up to a sleeping Niall. His head in your lap and his legs stretched out to the window seat. 

You can’t help but smile at how sweet and innocent he looks. You bring your fingers up to his hair and they glide through a few times. You bring then to the collar of his tee shirt and they glide down to the end where his skin shows, just a little. You lift his shirt a little more, revealing his belly button. You make a line along the trail of hair with your finger. From his belly button just to the edge of his sweat pants. 

The smile on your face immediately turns into a more mischievous grin. You slide your hand down into his sweat pants just before you reach his penis. You slowly play around. Running your fingers over his pubic hairs. 

He stirs in his sleep and you decide to see how far you can go before he wakes up. You pull your hand out and place it on top of his sweats. Slowly, with the tips of your fingers, you rub his penis. Straight to the tip. He only makes a light whimper.

You do it again. This time applying more pressure but still rubbing slowly, back and forth. You’ve gotten into it now, turning yourself on. You don’t even notice Niall waking up. Suddenly you fee a hand on your wrist. You gasp quietly then your eyes meet his. He raises his eyebrow and looks at his growing bulge then back at you.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Just having a little fun.” You grin, devilishly. 

“Stop it.” He says sternly.

This only turns you on more. You know how he gets when he angry. He’ll be rough. Pounding into you hard, wherever he can. He’ll push you against a wall, throw you on the bed. He’ll be in charge and you’ll be left to scream and beg. Just the thought makes you wet.

“Maybe I don’t want too.” You say plainly. And again your hand travels over his bulge. He moans, now sitting up in his seat. This time he grabs your wrist harder. Warning you once more.

“I’m not fucking kidding.” You grin. Proud of the anger your causing to build inside of him. “Stop.”

“No.” You say, attitude evident.

The two of you had been arguing about this the rest of the flight. The things he was going to do to you were unthinkable. As you are nearing home in the cab you begin to touch yourself. Lightly at first, hoping to get Niall’s attention. You could see him fidgeting from the corner of your eye. You slide closer. Leaning into his ear you moan lightly.

“Niall. Oh Niall. I need you. Come on, Niall.” You knew he could hardly contain himself at the sound of his name. He turns his head to the window and not a moment later the cab pulls up in front of your place. Niall gets out extremely fast, not even waiting for you. He’s taken all the bags and gone inside. You follow slowly.

You walk in. Closing the door and turning around. There’s Niall. Right in front of you. You have no escape. His hands are plastered to either side of the door. You don’t fight it. You want him so badly.

“I told you to stop. I warned you. Didn’t I?” You can feel his warm breath just a matter of inches from your face. “DIDN’T I?!” He says a little louder and more stern as his left hand pounds on the door.

“Uh huh.” You mutter. No words escaping your lips.

“You’re gonna get it tonight. I’m going to make you beg and scream for me to stop. I’ll teach you.” You give him an innocent look as if  you don’t know what he’s talking about. He lunges toward you. Kissing you hard. Pulling you into his by your bum. You can feel his hard on against you. You moan at the contact and you can feel him smile as he whispers against your lips.

“Jump.” You get chills but you do as he says wrapping your legs around his waist. You slowly grind your hips into his giving yourself a little pleasure.

“Stop.” He groans as he carries you up the stairs and into the bedroom. He throws you onto the bed roughly. You whimper at the loss of contact. Niall begins to strip and you begin to touch yourself at the loss of contact.

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