Niall Horan Imagines

Hypnotized

You were his target from the second his eyes landed on you. You looked awfully uncomfortable; constantly tugging your dress down, nervously looking around, stuffing yourself in corners to avoid confrontation. It was clear that an upscale club was not the place for you to be. In fact, it was clear that any club was not the best place for you. You didn't fit in, and it was obvious. He watched you try to squirm past people, desperate for a way out. You were caught in a stale mix of drunk and sweaty bodies. Everywhere you turned, you were faced with things you really could have gone without seeing. Strangers were making out; people were feeling all over each other, pouring all types of alcohol down their throats. A party that you thought would be manageable had quickly escalated to something way beyond that.

He chuckled darkly and smirked behind his Ray Bans. Raising an eyebrow, he nudged Harry's arm. Harry's head whipped around and Niall nodded ahead of him, signaling that he was going to wander off. Harry understood his language and said, "Have fun, man." Without another word, Niall excused himself to leave Harry with the new doll he'd found at the bar.

His shoes clicked as he walked. The sound echoed, even through the loudness of the music. His footsteps separated crowds. It parted couples. People stepped away, clearing a path for him. Dancing paused for a moment as he walked through, almost like a king. He turned heads. He quickened heartbeats. Anyone in a close proximity to him was staring, women and men. He walked with a confident and slow stride, keeping his chin up. His tongue darted out and slowly drew across his lips as he approached you from behind. You jumped, startled, when you felt his rough hands landing gently on your hips.

His cool breath blew across your skin as he leaned down and whispered into your ear, "Lost, baby girl?" A string of chills sped up your spine. His whispered words seemed to linger in the air for a few moments after he said them. Your whole body was tense. You didn't want to turn around and face him. He was probably some old, beaten-down drunk. This was exactly what you didn't want to happen. You were aware of how vulnerable you looked in a place like this and you feared being approached and taken advantage of.

His hands guided you backward until your back hit his firm chest. His fearless touch trailed up your legs, smoothly gliding along your exposed skin. A whimper left your lips and you shakily begged, "Please. Please, I'll give you anything. My purse is in my car, you can have it all." You were afraid. And nobody seemed to be willing to help you. Your eyes desperately glanced around at the sea of tightly packed bodies, none of which were paying any more attention to your situation. He propped your chin up with one of his fingers, and your eyes were met with a pair of dark glasses. He stared down at you with an emotionless face. That hand fell from your chin and dragged down your front, stopping at the rim of your dress. He hitched your dress up a little, so that your underwear was almost showing. A smirk played on his lips as his fingers traced patterns into the new skin he'd exposed. He was dangerously close to your core.

An evil chuckle slipped past his lips and his husky voice whispered, "Baby, I don't want your money. I have enough of that already." He caught your earlobe between his teeth and gave it a gentle tug. Your breath caught in your throat. "But what I don't have enough of..." He started, moving his lips to your neck. He sucked on the sensitive skin there, determined to leave a mark. When a red mark had formed on a clearly visible spot of your neck, he breathed, "...are innocent little girls like you to mess around with."

His hand skimmed past your middle, making sure to touch as much of you as he could before gripping your bum and giving it a firm squeeze. He pulled your dress up over your bum. You gasped as the cool air hit your warm skin. Anyone could see what he was doing to you, but nobody seemed to be watching. He pushed your back against his chest again, refusing to let there be even a slither of space between you. He grinded himself into your bum, and a low moan slipped past your lips. His hand was pressed to your front, keeping your body glued to his. He knew exactly where that hand had landed and he made no effort to move it. That's exactly where he wanted it to be. He chuckled and hummed, "Mm, I knew you wanted me." And then he stopped altogether. His hands left your body after tugging your dress back down.

Completely leaving the ball in your hands, he walked ahead of you and beckoned for you to follow him by moving his finger in a 'come hither' motion. It was like he was pulling you along with an invisible rope. Chained. Imprisoned. Hypnotized. Your legs led you behind him, and before you knew it, you were following him outside. The air was cool on your legs. Shivers shook through you. He stopped once you were outside, where it was just the two of you. He placed an arm around your shoulders and guided you toward his black Ferrari. You had no control over your body as he opened the car door and you curled in. Orange lights illuminated the interior of the car as he opened his door and slid in. He swiped his hand across his face, taking his Ray Bans with it. He threw them onto the dashboard and started the engine. A loud roar filled your ears and you jumped. He smirked as he put the car in reverse and skillfully backed out of his reserved parking spot. "You're so jumpy," He observed, bringing the car to a stop before slamming his foot down on the pedal and sending it forward with an energetic purr. "Let's get these babies down," He said, more to himself than to you, as he pressed a button and the windows on either side lowered all the way. Cool night air whisked through and he leaned back, steering with just one hand.

After a few moments of silence, he glanced over at you. He clicked his tongue and brought his eyes back to the road before you could meet his stare. "What's your name, angel?" He asked.

"(Y/N)," You mumbled, feeling a heat rise to your face. "What, uh, what's your name?" You shifted in your seat and tugged your dress down. He laughed. He'd see you do that too many times that night.

His other hand, that wasn't on the wheel, traced through his frosted hair. It was a dark shade of brown at the roots, but blonder toward the tips. A crooked smile spread across his lips as he spoke, "I want you to call me 'daddy'."

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