One direction dirty imagines
THE TAPE NIALL
You tied your messy curls up into a ponytail before frowning in Niall’s direction. “I told you a million times before, we are not doing a sex tape!” Niall furrowed his brows before taking his phone down from the stand, eyeing you absentmindedly. “Why not?”, he groaned before falling back onto the bed beside you. “What if it gets out?”, you mumbled while staring up at the ceiling. “It won’t. Would I ever do that to you?”, Niall queried, gazing into your eyes with an honest, straightforward look. “You’re right…”, you didn’t speak louder than what was audible, running your hands over the bed sheets. “So you’ll do it?”, he spoke before sitting up excitedly. “Sure, yeah. Whatever.”, your voice was monotone and emotionless. Niall quickly put his phone on the stand, glancing over at you as you began to undress. Pressing record, he removed his shirt. Falling lightly on top of you, he began to press kisses on your petite frame. He trailed them down your breasts, then to the insides of your thighs, and back up to your collarbone, in which he left small lovebites. “You’re so perfect, Y/N.” The neediness in his voice noted this wasn’t all just for the cameras, it was an intimate moment the two of you were sharing. A soft moan escaped your lips as he rubbed your heat through your underwear, leaving the fabric now damp with lust. Undressing you fully now, he did the same to his own tall frame. He took no time in entering you, pumping in and out at a significantly impressive pace. As you whimpered, his hands migrated into yours, pinning them above your head so you remained defenseless. He growled in your ear, thrusting in and out of your heat eagerly and in a rushed manner. “Ni—”, you whimpered as you felt a familiar burning sensation. Now a moaning mess, you cried out as he finished inside of you, clenching around his length as white spots clouded your vision. After quite some time, Niall sat up, walking over to the camera and stopping the video. You watched him, noting a frantic look on his face as an audible ding! could be heard. “No…no—no!”, he cried out as his eyes grew even larger. “What did you just do?”, you growled. No answer. “Niall James Horan!” He glanced at you with a frightened look, “It sent it. To everyone.”
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9/25/16