Niall Horan Imagines

#7. Bath

Niall, being the sweet guy he is, took you shopping. By the end of the long day your legs were aching and you felt ready to collapse.

When you reach home, Niall puts the shopping bags away as you slump on the bed, "I feel so tired." You say.

Niall's lips curve up in a smile and his blue eyes twinkle as he exits the room.

Minutes later he returns holding a white towel, "put this on and go to the bathroom." He says.

Confused, you undress and wrap the towel around your body and go into the bathroom.

You gasp, seeing Niall sitting on the side of the bathtub. He is wearing nothing and his length is hidden with his hands. His eyes dilate as he takes in your form as you move closer to him.

After you are done examining Niall's lusciously naked body, you look at your surroundings. The bathroom is spotted with little scented candles and the bathtub is filled with water, a layer of bubbles is formed over the water and the familiar scent of mint and strawberry wafts from the water.

Niall stands beside you. "You did this all for me?" You ask, feeling so special.

"It's nothing, baby." Niall's hand massages the back of his neck. "You were tired. The warm water will help soothe your muscles." He says softly.

"Niall..." You whisper and crash your lips against his.

His tongue enters your mouth as it softly massages yours, while his hand moves to your back as he unwraps the towel and pushes it away from between your bodies.

You push him, trying to slam him against the wall but instead you feel his body stumble and fall, his hands wraps around your waist as he protects you from hitting.

You feel water under you as you both splash into the warm water.

His crotch presses against your stomach and you can feel goosebumps rise over your skin.

Niall pushes you beside him, he then climbs over you, his legs straddling on your lap.

His crotch is pressed against your intimate part as he grinds against you. His hands are placed over your shoulder as he guides himself, making you moan again.

Niall's chest presses against yours as he reaches behind you to take the condóm. He quickly pulls it over his length.

He moves back, a little and pries your legs open. With a slick movement he enters you.

"Grip it." He commands.

You obey and grip his length as he slowly thrusts in and out of you. The warm water sways, due the movement, against you body adding to the pleasure.

Niall's hands grips your hips as he thrusts deeper and faster. You place your head against his chest, still griping his length, as you hear this rapid hearbeat.

You kiss him on his nose and your lips swipe over his lips which makes Niall squeeze your hips. You feel pressure building inside you.

"I'm going to cùm baby." He says.

"Me too." You reply.

"Lets count how many thrusts we are gonna make to before we cùm." He says.

You grin.

"One." You both start to count together. "Two. Three. Four. Fiv..."

Before you finish five, you both cùm, together. Your heads slumps against his chest while his over your shoulder.

"That was quick." He says, smiling tiredly.