One Direction Imagines/One Shots

“Nialler! Are you absolutely positive that was the last of your dirty clothes?” I yelled outside of the small laundry room. There was a brisk “yeah” response from the living room, where a FIFA match was playing. I would have loved to be sitting down and watching the match with my longtime boyfriend, but instead I had literally spent the day cleaning up after the boy.
This was the sixth load of laundry between the two of us, and even though he had just gotten home from a small tour, our small shared apartment had already seemed cluttered with mess. I didn’t understand how the boy had come home with suitcases of dirty clothes, when I had barely seen him wear five different outfits in the pictures that had surfaced of One Direction while they were away.
But I smiled anyway, wiped some sweat from my forehead, and sighed contently. I was finally done with all the laundry and cleaning, and was looking forward to sitting down with a cold beer on the couch next to Niall.
“Ah wait babe, I forgot Zayn borrowed these and left ‘em this morning.” Niall shouted. My smile immediately turned into a frown. The blonde shirtless young man with baby blue eyes turned up at the laundry room door to toss a pile of clothes at me without even glancing. I felt my face go red as he disappeared as quickly as he appeared, and then it got redder as I glanced at the pile of clothes now at my feet. Some of the articles of clothing I didn’t recognize, and they didn’t exactly look like Niall’s usual clothes.
“Niall…” I yelled.
“Babe, I’m watchin’ the match.” Niall protested, clearly not wanting to step away from the T.V. for more than a second.
“Niall James Horan.” I didn’t raise my voice, but my tone was deadly. There was a pause in the living room before the television was muted. I listened to Niall’s slow footsteps approach the door. He poked his head around the door and blinked a few times. At the sight I had to clench the urge to smile at the sight of him looking like a little kid who knew he was about to be punished. I kicked at the clothes at my feet and then put my hands on my hips.
“I’m not your mother, and I’m certainly not Zayns. Why am I washing his clothes again? I’ve been cleaning up after you all damn day, and you just got home and all I want to do is enjoy some beers with you and cuddle on the couch.”
Niall stared at me for a minute, before stepping inside of the doorway fully and scratching his belly. I watched his eyes go from clothes at my feet, to me, and then to the washer. He then smiled.
Niall was thinking how sexy I looked; hair completely tousled with cheeks slightly red, a small sheen of sweat. I was unconsciously reminding him of how I looked after sex, minus the satisfied smile. Niall suddenly wanted nothing more than to see that smile.
Confused, I watched as Niall slowly walked forward, picked the clothes up that were at my feet, and put them in the washer. He loaded in some detergent, let the lid fall shut, and then turned towards the door.
He shut the door and flicked off the lights. I heard the distinct sound of the lock being turned.
“Niall?” I murmured, now deeply confused as to what he was up to. A small slither of light leaked through the bottom of the door, and I watched Niall’s feet leave the light and stalk towards me. He still didn’t answer me.
I unconsciously squealed and then giggled when I felt his calloused fingertips touch my hips. Immediately, I reached out and touched Niall’s bare chest.
“Niall, what’re you doing?” I asked, laughing softly. Niall’s fingers went under my shirt, and I felt him gently squeeze my hips there.
“I was just thinking…” Niall replied. One of his hands went to my back, and I stumbled a little as I felt him leading me somewhere in the room.
“Thinking…?” I responded, swallowing hard.
“Thinking we’ve shagged in dis flat in a lot of places, but not in ‘ere.” Niall stated. A zap of electricity zipped down my body, shooting all the way to the ends of my toes. I gulped again, feeling warm all over suddenly. I felt Niall push my body against something metal. It was the washer, which was still pouring water onto the clothes.
“I tink…I’m going to fuck you in here now.” Niall’s voice was now deep and husky sounding. I grew a little wet just hearing the word fuck come out of his mouth. I felt my breathing pick up, my hands slid their way up his bare chest to his neck and then to the back of his head. My fingers massaged their way into his dirty blonde scalp, just like I knew he liked it.
“Now? But…the game?” I weakly protested, not really willing to let him go if he wanted to anyway. Niall’s fingers found the button to the front of my jeans, and he quickly unsnapped them but slowly unzipped the zipper.
“What game?” He said, as he gripped my jeans and underwear all as one between his forefingers and thumbs. Niall quickly slid them down over my ass and then down my thighs. My pants and underwear were around my knees when I gasped as Niall lifted me up. My hands went to his biceps that bulged as he put me on top of the washer.
I could feel the washer vibrating softly beneath me as water continued to pour out. I couldn’t wait until spin cycle started. Niall stretched out my legs and finished pulling off my clothing that was bunched up around my knees. His hands were warm and rough on my smooth skin.
Since I couldn’t see Niall, it was a surprise when I felt his lips touch the inside of my leg. His hands parted my legs as he kissed down the inside of one of my legs. Every soft touch of his lips to my skin was a tease. I could feel him drawing closer, but I couldn’t see it and that made so much of a difference.
It was absolutely pitch dark and I still couldn’t see a thing, but I knew Niall’s body like the back of my hand, just as Niall knew mine. With the lights off, our other senses seemed to be heightened; every touch brought a small shock and then point of pleasure, every soft whimper or groan elicited another pleasurable response.
I had to lean back and brace myself as I spread my legs for Niall’s mouth. The metal of the washing machine was hard against my elbows and forearms, but the feeling of Niall’s succulent kisses on my inner thigh took away any thoughts of pain.
Niall waited until the wash cycle began, and the hum of the washing machine thrummed under me. It vibrated beneath me as Niall parted my lower lips and thrust his tongue hungrily inside. I flung my head back and moaned out his name. Out of all my previous boyfriends, Niall was the only one who seemed to actually enjoy orally pleasuring me, and he was much too good at it.
I was already slightly wet, my juices flowing over Niall’s tongue as he lapped them up. The tip of his tongue began moving in circular motions in what seemed like in time with the circular motion of the washing machine below me. With practiced movements, Niall cleverly inserted two fingers inside of me at just the right moment. His fingers stroked at my g-spot and I gripped at the rocking motion of the machine below me
“Niall!” I groaned. Waves of pleasure crashed over me and built up. White spots dashed before my eyes when Niall switched up his motions down there and began to suck gently on my clit. All I could do was feel and hear, and feel some more. My sight was taken from me in the pitch dark room, but it intensified the feeling of his tongue and fingers delving into me five times more. The vibrations of the washing machine hitting me just made everything even more pleasurable. Breathing heavily, I knew what was coming soon. Usually it took a little longer, but I could feel myself tightening and moistening even more. It was building, and soon the wave of pleasure I was riding would finally crash down. I moaned Niall’s name once more, and at the crest before my orgasm took hold of me, Niall thrust his tongue deep inside of me and stroke his fingers inside of me as if he was playing one of his guitars.
“You fucking Irish god,” I numbly cried out as I rode the waves of my orgasm. It felt beyond mind blowing, my muscles suddenly felt like jello. Niall’s tongue eagerly lapped up every bit of what was left over from my orgasm, and I leaned up as he detached his mouth and fingers from my pussy. I was breathless as I reached forward blindly. My hands found his shoulders and I followed the curve of his neck to his face. I felt Niall reach up and wipe at his mouth with the back of his hand, and then I felt his face curve up into one of his famous smiles beneath the palms of my hands.
“Feel better?” he asked. I laughed and shook my head at him, even though I knew he wouldn’t be able to see the motion. Niall placed his hands over my own, and then he lifted one up to place it against his lips. He kissed the palm of my hand in a very tender gesture.
“I’ve missed this, and missed you more than you can ever know. I know it seems like I haven’t been payin attention to you and that I’ve just been wotchin the match but I’ve really just been wotching you all day just cleaning…” Niall began to ramble a little and I knew he was trying to explain something to me.
“The cleaning-it…I…it reminds me of me home. You-you make me feel like home.” Niall licked his lips as he finished his statement. His breath came out in a frustrated huff, I could feel him grow a little anxious at my silence.
“Like..you know…” He began again like he was going to try and explain himself even more. I giggled out into the dark room and pulled him up against the washer. The washing machine started to drain all the water out of it, preparing for its’ spin cycle. I scooted closer to the edge of the machine, my legs dangled off the edge as Niall stood in between them. Tilting my face up and bringing Niall’s face down, I silenced him with a slow kiss. My thumbs brushed at his cheeks while his hands went to the back of my head. After a minute, I pulled away and inhaled, my lips just millimeters away from his own. My hands drifted down his face to the bare skin of his shoulders as I kissed the side of his mouth and then his cheek. I placed soft kisses across his face until I felt his earlobe touch the very tip of my nose. I tilted my head up and gently tugged at it with my lips before opening up my mouth to whisper into his ear.
“Shut up and give me a proper fuck like a real Irishmen Niall.” I felt the goosebumps rise on his skin, heard his breath catch and the deep throaty sound in his voice. His hands seized my hips as I leaned back.
“As you command babe,” Niall growled at, his accent heavy. His lips found mine as my fingers found his belt buckle. I quickly undid that, and then hastily pried at the button and zipper of his pants. I needed him inside of me. I needed skin on skin melding together. I pushed his pants down along with his boxers, feeling his hard penis rise no longer under any restraint.
The spin cycle on the washing machine began to pick up. It clicked and then started whirling, the woosh woosh woosh sound echoing in the closed room. Niall didn’t bother stepping out of his pants, but his fingers tore at my shirt, wanting it up and off. I broke our kiss and lifted up my arms so he could take it off of me. As I felt the last piece of clothing leave my skin, I wrapped my legs around Niall’s waste and hugged his body to mine. My mouth went a hallowed place in his neck where I knew he loved to be kissed. I licked and then sucked lightly on the spot, and felt Niall groan and put his hands on my ass.
The whirl of the washer vibrated beneath me, and I felt the tip of Niall’s dick rest naturally at my entrance as I tried to wiggle him even closer.
“Niall…” I moaned out. I gripped his shoulders and I knew as one of his hands left me what was about to happen. Not a minute later I felt him place his hard long dick inside of me, and we both moaned at the contact. Not a pause later, Niall was thrusting inside of me. As his dick created friction on the inside of my pussy’s walls, I leaned back so could better reach my g-spot with the tip of his dick. Niall grunted with each increasingly faster thrust, and his hand reached forward, his fingertips tracing a line between the swell of my breasts. It just added to each increasing moment of pleasure. His other hand gripped my hips, bringing our bodies together, guiding me to meet him with each of his own hip thrusts.
The washing machine continued to whirl beneath us woosh woosh woosh. Niall’s eyes closed as the feeling made his balls vibrate.
“Fuck!” Niall growled at.
“Oh Niall! Yes!” I cried out in response. Sweat was building, another orgasm was building. Every other moment Niall would slow down his tempo, and then thrust even harder and faster afterward. He gripped one of my legs and threw it over his shoulder. Vaguely I thought my elbows were beginning to hurt a little, but as his dick slid even farther inside of me and hit me at a completely different angle I didn’t give a shit. Niall moaned out at the feeling.
“Megs, Megan!”
“Niall fuck me! Faster!” I cried out. Niall obeyed. His grip tightened on me, and my walls tightened in anticipation around his dick. I climaxed first, practically screaming Niall’s name. Niall soon after came, spilling his seed deep inside of me. It took a minute or two for us to both recover enough. Niall didn’t separate himself from me, and I leaned up to hug my body against him. We clutched at each other, our bodies bumping against each other with each deep breath.
Woosh woosh woosh the washing machine continued. I thought my heart was making the same kind of noise deep inside my chest.
His hand brushed at the hair gathered on my sweaty forehead, and he placed a soft kiss there. I hummed in content. I placed my hand on the back of his neck and scratched at his scalp there lightly. It was also a little sweaty.
“There…now I feel better.” I murmured. Niall laughed weakly. I tilted my head up and kissed him softly on the lips.
“C’mon, let’s go finish watching the match. Together.” I said, tapping him on the shoulder.
"As you command." Niall grunted as he picked me up and led me towards the door.
“Niall! Clothes!” I squeaked. The door opened and we both shielded our eyes for a second as we got used to the light.
“Fuck clothes, who needs ‘em.” Niall nonchalantly stated as he carried me out of the laundry room, our pelvis’s still attached. I laughed hard as he deposited me on the couch, and I stared at him completely nude save for a pair of socks on his feet. He turned from me to stare at the television, and I stared at his beautifully bare butt as he reached up to scratch his head and figure out the score.
“I love you.” I murmured, looking up at the back of his head. Niall turned around and winked at me.
“Love you too Megs.” He said, looking me in the eye before turning around back to the game. I smiled, lay back against the couch, grabbed Niall’s now only slightly cool beer and drank from it.
This was the life.

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