One direction dirty imagines
MAKE UP SEX WITH NIALL HORAN
Where the fuck is he? He said that he had to be at the studio tonight and he’d be back at around 9 and if he was going to be any later, he’d text me. It was now midnight and I was up, waiting for him. I know it sounds silly and I sound stupid right now, but what if he was hurt? I thought maybe he just got hung up there so I texted him once, asking him if he was alright and he still hasn’t responded, and that was an hour ago. There is no way he’s at the studio anymore. I huffed and laid back on the couch, trying to distract myself. Maybe he decided to go out with some friends or something. Wouldn’t he have texted me though and told me so that I wouldn’t be so worried? Anyone in their right mind would be worried right now. I turned on the tv and tried to get my mind off of everything. At about 1 in the morning I heard the key in the lock and I heard the door open. I heard something hit the wall and I heard Niall groan and laugh.
Was he drunk?
I turned off the Tv and I walked out to the main room to see Niall standing there, struggling to take him shoes off.
"Do you know what time it is?" I asked, making him look up quickly, his eyes wide.
"Um…" He said, pulling out his phone.
"It’s 1:10" He said, giving me a small smile.
I just stared at him. Is he being serious right now?
"Niall. You said you’d be home around 9. I don’t care if you go out with your friends, but you said you’d text me if you’d be any later and you didn’t text me or answer my text." I said, crossing my arms.
"Oh come on." He said.
"You’re not really mad right now, are you?" He scoffed.
"Excuse me?" I asked, raising my eyebrows at him.
"You’re not my mother, y/n." He said, rolling his eyes at me.
"I don’t think you understand, Niall." I said, beyond pissed now.
"I don’t have to listen to you, okay? Don’t start being a bitch just because I didn’t come home the time I said I was." Niall said, not even moving from his spot.
"You said you’d be home at 9 and you didn’t even text me like you said you would. You come home fucking drunk and you have the nerve to call me a bitch?" I said.
"Yeah, I do." He said, walking into the kitchen
"Don’t walk away from me Niall." I said, starting to get upset.
He just started laughing. Every time he got drunk, he couldn’t take anything seriously. So of course, he wasn’t taking me seriously and it was just upsetting me even more.
"Niall I don’t care if you go out with your friends, you can do whatever you want. I don’t think you understand though. I was sitting here, thinking you wrecked your car or something terrible happened while really you were just out getting drunk." I said, feeling tears start to build up.
I didn’t want to start crying, I didn’t want him to win.
"What so now I can’t go out and have a drink?" He yelled.
"Niall you’re missing the whole fucking point oh my god. The point is, you left me here worried sick. You can’t do that. If I were to do that you would have gotten into your truck and came and found me yourself and then give me an earful. Now you’re coming home and you’re being mean to me when really I was just worried about you, Niall. I’m sorry for worrying about your wellbeing and not wanting you to be dead or hurt." I said, starting to cry.
I put my hands over my face and turned around, not wanting him to see.
"y/n.." He said, reaching his arm out for me.
"Don’t touch me Niall." I said, sniffling and walking to our room.
Out of the 1 1/2 years of being together, this is only the second time we had fought, and the first time he’s made me cry while doing it. I was tired and felt half sick from staying up late and worrying the whole time.
I got into bed and pulled the covers up to my chin. I felt cold, wanting and needing his natural heat there with me in the bed. I shivered and wiped my eyes, trying to stop crying. I held my breath and tried to think happy thoughts, then letting out a long shaky breath. After what had to have been only 15 minutes, I could here Niall’s footsteps nearing the bed room. I closed my eyes and tried to pretend I was sleeping. I heard him let out a long drawn out sigh. I heard his shirt and pants hit the floor and he pulled back the covers, laying down in bed next to me. I didn’t open my eyes, knowing that he’d know that I was awake. I had finally calmed down and I wasn’t crying anymore. He brushed my hair out of my face and brush his thumb over my cheek.
"I’m sorry, y/n." He said, his warm breath washing over my face.
I felt his lips lightly peck mine and I didn’t move, as I was supposed to be asleep.
"I’m just stupid, I know. And I know you’re asleep right now, and you can’t hear any of this. I’m going to keep talking to you though because this way you can’t yell at me if I accidentally say something stupid." He said and I had to fight off a smile.
"I should have texted you or called you or something. Or just not have gone at all. I shouldn’t have called you that name and I love you so so so much. I didn’t wanna make you cry, I just wasn’t thinking. I think I’m still drunk. Wait, that was stupid to say. I mean, I’m still a little tipsy, but I do mean all of my words. I’m just gonna have to tell you this tomorrow. You can’t here me anyway what am I even doing." He said, sighing.
"I love you y/n. Goodnight." He said, pecking me again.
He waited a few moments before pulling me into his chest. His warms arms wrapped around me and he warmed me up quickly. I know I shouldn’t be so quick to forgive him, but I know he just wasn’t thinking. Nobody is perfect and I’m not about to expect him to be.
* * *
I woke up in the morning and Niall was already awake. I rubbed my eyes and looked at the clock on the night stand, which read 12 o’clock. I had slept for a while, dear god. I rubbed my eyes and he looked at me, not saying anything. Our bodies were tangled, his finger drawing light circles on my back.
"I’m sorry for last night." He said, shaking his head.
"I don’t know why I’m so stupid. I should have texted you or something. I just wasn’t thinking and I-I-I love you a lot and I don’t want you to leave me or something. I’m sorry I called you that name and I didn’t mean to make you cry." Niall said and I could tell he was getting upset.
Why would I leave him? I love him more than anything in the entire world. I wouldn’t leave him over some silly little fight.
"Niall I would never leave you. It was just a little fight, it’s okay. I shouldn’t have been so harsh on you either. It’s alright." I said, putting a hand on his face.
I shouldn’t be forgiving him so easily, but I know he won’t be stupid enough to make that mistake again.
"It won’t happen again I promise." He said.
"I know." I said, nodding.
"How long have you been awake?" I asked, lightly scratching his scalp.
"I only got up like 10 minutes before you did." He said.
"I really am sorry though, I hope you know that." Niall said.
"I know and I forgive you." I said, smiling.
"Let me make it up to you." He said, grinning.
"And what do you have in mind, mister?" I said, knowing perfectly well what he was saying.
"I think you know what I have in mind." He said, his face nearing mine.
Now, I know makeup sex isn’t healthy at all, but it wasn’t really makeup sex. I had already forgiven him…right?
I pressed my lips to his and he kissed back, pushing a hand through the back of my hair. I whimpered as his tongue swept across mine, my chest pushed tight against his. He rolled over on top of me and ran both of his hands down my sides, squeezing my hips. I tugged lightly on his hair and kissed him deeper, making his grip on me tighten. He lightly ground his hips into mine and I whimpered, my lips breaking from his.
"I’m gonna make you feel so good baby." He mumbled, his lips kissing and sucking at my neck.
He pushed his hand up my shirt and grabbed my boob, lightly squeezing it. He brought his lips back up to mine and he smiled against them. He took his hand out from underneath my shirt and took his lips from mine. I lifted my arms and he pulled my shirt up and over my head. He let out a long groan, as I wasn’t wearing a bra.
"You’re so beautiful." He said, kissing me harder than he had before.
We kissed feverishly, our hands all over each other. I pushed my hips up into his, needing some kind of friction. I let out a moan when I felt how hard he already was.
"Oh my god Niall, please, touch me." I said, his lips moving across my neck again.
He slowly kissed down to my chest, making sure I could feel his warm tongue against my skin. His kissed along the swell of my breast and took a nipple into his mouth, making me gasp. My hands pushed into his hair and I tilted my head back, letting out a shaky sigh. He trailed his hand down my stomach, pushing it into the top of my pajama shorts. I stopped breathing as he put a finger on my clit. He didn’t move it, teasing me. I rolled my hips against his hand and he started to move his fingers, making my breath hitch. His fingers worked against me slowly, making it so much more intense. He brought his face up to mine and watched me as he pushed a single finger into me, slowly. I let out a small noise and he groaned. He gradually sped up his fingers, making me gasp for air. His name fell from my lips as his lips attacked my neck. He pulled his fingers from me and I watched as he brought them up to his lips, sucking on them. I squeezed my legs together and whimpered. He was so hot and I couldn’t have been more turned on. He pulled my shorts down my legs and threw them down onto the floor. He pulled the covers back and kissed down my stomach, making me squirm. I just wanted him to get on with it all ready. He spread open my legs and kissed along my inner thighs. He let his warm breath was over my sex and I bucked my hips, panting.
"Niall please." I moaned, putting my hand on the back of his head.
He chuckled and pressed his tongue flat against me. I let out a harsh breath and he closed his lips in a deep kiss against me.
"You taste so good baby." He mumbled, flicking his tongue across my clit.
He moved his tongue quicker against me and I couldn’t stop myself from moaning. He alternated between quick flicks of his tongue, hard licks, and oh so sweet sucks. My back lifted from the bed and I moaned. the only noises I was able to make were moans and shaky gasps. He grabbed my hips and buried his face even deeper between my thighs.
"Oh my god don’t stop." I moaned, rolling my hips against his face.
Usually when he was going down on me, as soon as I said this he would stop, just to tease me. He kept going though, in fact, he pushed to fingers deep inside me.
"I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come baby." I said, a harsh groan ripping from my throat as my whole body trembled and I came.
He moaned against me as he helped me ride out my orgasm. When I had came down, he pulled his fingers from me and pushed his boxers down, pushing them onto the floor.
"Please fuck me already." I whimpered, delirious at this point.
"Don’t worry I will." He said, running his hands up and down my thighs.
He brought his length to my entrance and teased me slightly, running it up and down my slit. He pushed into me slowly, his breathing shallowing.
"Oh my god." He groaned, pushing into me fully.
He brought himself down to his forearms as he let me adjust.
"God I love you." He moaned, pressing his lips to mine, hard.
He pulled out a little bit before pushing back in, groaning. He soon built up a steady pace, both of us unable to hold back our moans of pleasure.
"That feels so good Niall." I whimpered as he sped up the speed of his thrusts.
"Oh my god you’re so wet baby." He groaned, burying his face in my neck.
"Fuck you feel good." He moaned, biting into my neck.
He pushed deeper and I cried out, my back lifting from the bed. He threw my legs over his shoulders and he pushed into me, balls deep. My mouth fell open, but no noise came out as he thrusted into me quickly.
"Yes yes yes yes." He panted.
"I’m gonna come again." I whimpered, my whole body trembling.
"That’s it come for me baby." He said, bringing his hand down to my clit and rubbing it fast and hard.
I moaned his name as I came, trembling. He groaned as he felt my walls pulse around him.
"Oh my god I’m gonna come Y/N." He moaned, thrusting faster.
His whole body tensed as he came, groaning. He slightly shook as he rode out our highs. He collapsed on top of me, both of us panting. He lifted his head from my neck and smiled.
"Now do you forgive me?"
Was he drunk?
I turned off the Tv and I walked out to the main room to see Niall standing there, struggling to take him shoes off.
"Do you know what time it is?" I asked, making him look up quickly, his eyes wide.
"Um…" He said, pulling out his phone.
"It’s 1:10" He said, giving me a small smile.
I just stared at him. Is he being serious right now?
"Niall. You said you’d be home around 9. I don’t care if you go out with your friends, but you said you’d text me if you’d be any later and you didn’t text me or answer my text." I said, crossing my arms.
"Oh come on." He said.
"You’re not really mad right now, are you?" He scoffed.
"Excuse me?" I asked, raising my eyebrows at him.
"You’re not my mother, y/n." He said, rolling his eyes at me.
"I don’t think you understand, Niall." I said, beyond pissed now.
"I don’t have to listen to you, okay? Don’t start being a bitch just because I didn’t come home the time I said I was." Niall said, not even moving from his spot.
"You said you’d be home at 9 and you didn’t even text me like you said you would. You come home fucking drunk and you have the nerve to call me a bitch?" I said.
"Yeah, I do." He said, walking into the kitchen
"Don’t walk away from me Niall." I said, starting to get upset.
He just started laughing. Every time he got drunk, he couldn’t take anything seriously. So of course, he wasn’t taking me seriously and it was just upsetting me even more.
"Niall I don’t care if you go out with your friends, you can do whatever you want. I don’t think you understand though. I was sitting here, thinking you wrecked your car or something terrible happened while really you were just out getting drunk." I said, feeling tears start to build up.
I didn’t want to start crying, I didn’t want him to win.
"What so now I can’t go out and have a drink?" He yelled.
"Niall you’re missing the whole fucking point oh my god. The point is, you left me here worried sick. You can’t do that. If I were to do that you would have gotten into your truck and came and found me yourself and then give me an earful. Now you’re coming home and you’re being mean to me when really I was just worried about you, Niall. I’m sorry for worrying about your wellbeing and not wanting you to be dead or hurt." I said, starting to cry.
I put my hands over my face and turned around, not wanting him to see.
"y/n.." He said, reaching his arm out for me.
"Don’t touch me Niall." I said, sniffling and walking to our room.
Out of the 1 1/2 years of being together, this is only the second time we had fought, and the first time he’s made me cry while doing it. I was tired and felt half sick from staying up late and worrying the whole time.
I got into bed and pulled the covers up to my chin. I felt cold, wanting and needing his natural heat there with me in the bed. I shivered and wiped my eyes, trying to stop crying. I held my breath and tried to think happy thoughts, then letting out a long shaky breath. After what had to have been only 15 minutes, I could here Niall’s footsteps nearing the bed room. I closed my eyes and tried to pretend I was sleeping. I heard him let out a long drawn out sigh. I heard his shirt and pants hit the floor and he pulled back the covers, laying down in bed next to me. I didn’t open my eyes, knowing that he’d know that I was awake. I had finally calmed down and I wasn’t crying anymore. He brushed my hair out of my face and brush his thumb over my cheek.
"I’m sorry, y/n." He said, his warm breath washing over my face.
I felt his lips lightly peck mine and I didn’t move, as I was supposed to be asleep.
"I’m just stupid, I know. And I know you’re asleep right now, and you can’t hear any of this. I’m going to keep talking to you though because this way you can’t yell at me if I accidentally say something stupid." He said and I had to fight off a smile.
"I should have texted you or called you or something. Or just not have gone at all. I shouldn’t have called you that name and I love you so so so much. I didn’t wanna make you cry, I just wasn’t thinking. I think I’m still drunk. Wait, that was stupid to say. I mean, I’m still a little tipsy, but I do mean all of my words. I’m just gonna have to tell you this tomorrow. You can’t here me anyway what am I even doing." He said, sighing.
"I love you y/n. Goodnight." He said, pecking me again.
He waited a few moments before pulling me into his chest. His warms arms wrapped around me and he warmed me up quickly. I know I shouldn’t be so quick to forgive him, but I know he just wasn’t thinking. Nobody is perfect and I’m not about to expect him to be.
* * *
I woke up in the morning and Niall was already awake. I rubbed my eyes and looked at the clock on the night stand, which read 12 o’clock. I had slept for a while, dear god. I rubbed my eyes and he looked at me, not saying anything. Our bodies were tangled, his finger drawing light circles on my back.
"I’m sorry for last night." He said, shaking his head.
"I don’t know why I’m so stupid. I should have texted you or something. I just wasn’t thinking and I-I-I love you a lot and I don’t want you to leave me or something. I’m sorry I called you that name and I didn’t mean to make you cry." Niall said and I could tell he was getting upset.
Why would I leave him? I love him more than anything in the entire world. I wouldn’t leave him over some silly little fight.
"Niall I would never leave you. It was just a little fight, it’s okay. I shouldn’t have been so harsh on you either. It’s alright." I said, putting a hand on his face.
I shouldn’t be forgiving him so easily, but I know he won’t be stupid enough to make that mistake again.
"It won’t happen again I promise." He said.
"I know." I said, nodding.
"How long have you been awake?" I asked, lightly scratching his scalp.
"I only got up like 10 minutes before you did." He said.
"I really am sorry though, I hope you know that." Niall said.
"I know and I forgive you." I said, smiling.
"Let me make it up to you." He said, grinning.
"And what do you have in mind, mister?" I said, knowing perfectly well what he was saying.
"I think you know what I have in mind." He said, his face nearing mine.
Now, I know makeup sex isn’t healthy at all, but it wasn’t really makeup sex. I had already forgiven him…right?
I pressed my lips to his and he kissed back, pushing a hand through the back of my hair. I whimpered as his tongue swept across mine, my chest pushed tight against his. He rolled over on top of me and ran both of his hands down my sides, squeezing my hips. I tugged lightly on his hair and kissed him deeper, making his grip on me tighten. He lightly ground his hips into mine and I whimpered, my lips breaking from his.
"I’m gonna make you feel so good baby." He mumbled, his lips kissing and sucking at my neck.
He pushed his hand up my shirt and grabbed my boob, lightly squeezing it. He brought his lips back up to mine and he smiled against them. He took his hand out from underneath my shirt and took his lips from mine. I lifted my arms and he pulled my shirt up and over my head. He let out a long groan, as I wasn’t wearing a bra.
"You’re so beautiful." He said, kissing me harder than he had before.
We kissed feverishly, our hands all over each other. I pushed my hips up into his, needing some kind of friction. I let out a moan when I felt how hard he already was.
"Oh my god Niall, please, touch me." I said, his lips moving across my neck again.
He slowly kissed down to my chest, making sure I could feel his warm tongue against my skin. His kissed along the swell of my breast and took a nipple into his mouth, making me gasp. My hands pushed into his hair and I tilted my head back, letting out a shaky sigh. He trailed his hand down my stomach, pushing it into the top of my pajama shorts. I stopped breathing as he put a finger on my clit. He didn’t move it, teasing me. I rolled my hips against his hand and he started to move his fingers, making my breath hitch. His fingers worked against me slowly, making it so much more intense. He brought his face up to mine and watched me as he pushed a single finger into me, slowly. I let out a small noise and he groaned. He gradually sped up his fingers, making me gasp for air. His name fell from my lips as his lips attacked my neck. He pulled his fingers from me and I watched as he brought them up to his lips, sucking on them. I squeezed my legs together and whimpered. He was so hot and I couldn’t have been more turned on. He pulled my shorts down my legs and threw them down onto the floor. He pulled the covers back and kissed down my stomach, making me squirm. I just wanted him to get on with it all ready. He spread open my legs and kissed along my inner thighs. He let his warm breath was over my sex and I bucked my hips, panting.
"Niall please." I moaned, putting my hand on the back of his head.
He chuckled and pressed his tongue flat against me. I let out a harsh breath and he closed his lips in a deep kiss against me.
"You taste so good baby." He mumbled, flicking his tongue across my clit.
He moved his tongue quicker against me and I couldn’t stop myself from moaning. He alternated between quick flicks of his tongue, hard licks, and oh so sweet sucks. My back lifted from the bed and I moaned. the only noises I was able to make were moans and shaky gasps. He grabbed my hips and buried his face even deeper between my thighs.
"Oh my god don’t stop." I moaned, rolling my hips against his face.
Usually when he was going down on me, as soon as I said this he would stop, just to tease me. He kept going though, in fact, he pushed to fingers deep inside me.
"I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come baby." I said, a harsh groan ripping from my throat as my whole body trembled and I came.
He moaned against me as he helped me ride out my orgasm. When I had came down, he pulled his fingers from me and pushed his boxers down, pushing them onto the floor.
"Please fuck me already." I whimpered, delirious at this point.
"Don’t worry I will." He said, running his hands up and down my thighs.
He brought his length to my entrance and teased me slightly, running it up and down my slit. He pushed into me slowly, his breathing shallowing.
"Oh my god." He groaned, pushing into me fully.
He brought himself down to his forearms as he let me adjust.
"God I love you." He moaned, pressing his lips to mine, hard.
He pulled out a little bit before pushing back in, groaning. He soon built up a steady pace, both of us unable to hold back our moans of pleasure.
"That feels so good Niall." I whimpered as he sped up the speed of his thrusts.
"Oh my god you’re so wet baby." He groaned, burying his face in my neck.
"Fuck you feel good." He moaned, biting into my neck.
He pushed deeper and I cried out, my back lifting from the bed. He threw my legs over his shoulders and he pushed into me, balls deep. My mouth fell open, but no noise came out as he thrusted into me quickly.
"Yes yes yes yes." He panted.
"I’m gonna come again." I whimpered, my whole body trembling.
"That’s it come for me baby." He said, bringing his hand down to my clit and rubbing it fast and hard.
I moaned his name as I came, trembling. He groaned as he felt my walls pulse around him.
"Oh my god I’m gonna come Y/N." He moaned, thrusting faster.
His whole body tensed as he came, groaning. He slightly shook as he rode out our highs. He collapsed on top of me, both of us panting. He lifted his head from my neck and smiled.
"Now do you forgive me?"
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9/25/16