Mature one shot for Heather (pink-fleur)
Hope you like this one, Heather! Inbox me whatcha think! :) - Halee xx
#Imagine...
For such a nice hotel, the laundry room was...not so nice. It was dimly lit, with a few flickering light bulbs giving the room an eerie glow. The floors were concrete, cold against your bare feet, not bothering to put on shoes. There were only about half a dozen machines, spread throughout the room, up against the walls. You crinkle your nose against the acrid smell of cheap laundry soap as you make your way across the room to a small washing machine, feet slapping against the floor loudly.
You set your laundry basket on the ground next to your feet, the sound echoing through the room. The whole place was a little creepy, so you decide to shove all your laundry quickly into the machine as fast as possible. You're going so fast that you didn’t realize one of your lacy pink bras fell to the ground behind you.
Just as you're pouring your detergent into the machine, you hear footsteps echoing off the walls behind you. You glance around your shoulder to see a very cute blonde boy approaching with a laundry basket of his own, his hair wild, sticking up in places. He smiles at you, looking up at you with his bright, gorgeous blue eyes that seem to shine, even in the poor lighting of the dank laundry room.
You quickly turn away from the boy, realizing you've been staring, and probably smiling at him like an idiot. You hear the footsteps get closer, and after what feels like forever, you hear them stop directly behind you.
"Um, excuse me, I think you dropped this," you hear the boy say, his Irish accent lilting and charming. You whip around to see the boy holding your bra in his hands, holding it out in front of him, a small grin on his lips.
You blush deeply, cheeks burning, as you quickly take it from his hands and throw it into the machine. "Thanks," you mutter to the ground, afraid to look up at him until your cheeks return to their normal color. You turn back to your machine, and you hear the boy set his basket on the ground and begin loading his own laundry into a nearby machine.
You feel a pair of eyes on your back as you finish putting your detergent in. Suddenly, as if appearing out of nowhere, the boy is next to you, a hand resting against the wall, propping himself up. "My name's Niall, by the way. What's yours, beautiful?" he asks, his face very close to yours. You can faintly smell the scent of alcohol on his breath, but not enough of it for him to be fully drunk, just tipsy.
You chuckle at how forward he's being. "I'm Heather," you say, as you close the lid of the machine with a dull thud that reverberates off the walls.
"Nice name, I like it," Niall says, slyly. "So, who're you staying here with, gorgeous? Got a boyfriend?" Niall asks, raising his eyebrows and grinning.
"Nope, no boyfriend. Just staying here by myself," you say, definitely flirting now. You flutter your eyelashes suggestively, and Niall notices.
"Oh, well a girl like you shouldn't be here all by herself," Niall mutters, inching closer to you. Now he's close enough to where you can see the flecks of gold in his blue eyes. Niall rests a hand on your hip and pulls you closer to him.
"What what kind of girl am I?" you ask, letting Niall pull you into him, as you bite your lower lip.
"I don’t know, why don't we head back up to my room and find out?" he says, nodding toward the exit. You nod your head slightly, but before you know it, Niall's mouth is on yours, his lips hungry and urgent. You feel his arms snake around your waist as he presses your chest against his roughly. You tangle your fingers into his blonde hair, and crush your lips against his.
Niall pulls away, breathlessly, as he takes your hand, pulls you toward the laundry room exit, and down the hall to the elevators. He rams his finger to the button that says, "50", as he impatiently bobs around waiting for the lift to arrive. It does, after what feels like ages, and the two of you rush in, as Niall presses the "Door Close" button. The laundry room is in the basement of the hotel, leaving you and Niall plenty of time.
You feel the cold metal of the elevator wall hit your back as Niall pushes you up against it, his hands on either side of your head, caging you there. He looks down at you, a sexy grin playing across his face, before he swoops down to kiss you again, this time sliding his tongue inside your mouth. He bites your lower lip roughly, making you moan.
Niall chuckles at this, liking the fact that he's in control. He then picks you up, wrapping your legs around his torso and holding you up by your thighs. His hands fiercely clutch onto the skin there, his fingernails digging into it. You barely notice, as you take Niall's face in either of your hands and continue to kiss him, with more passion than before.
It seems like no time has passed when you hear the quiet "ding" of the elevator. You turn your face away from Niall as you glance at the flashing "50" on the digital display of the elevator. You jump out of Niall's hold, and he takes your hand once more as the doors open and he leads you down the long stretch of the hallway to his room.
Just as the door closes, Niall takes you in the same position as before, holding you by your thighs as he carries you over and throws you on the bed forcefully. His lips move from your mouth to your neck, gently biting and sucking the delicate skin.
"Niall..." you moan under his kisses, your hands exploring the expanse of his back under the light cotton of his t-shirt. Niall then moves to your collarbones, leaving feather-light kisses there, driving you absolutely mad. He stops abruptly, fingers playing with the edge of your own shirt, a dirty smile on his face. "Let's see what kind of girl you are, then," he says, as he slips the shirt over your head and tosses it to the ground.
Niall continues kissing you all over, starting from your stomach where he kisses your navel and hip bones, up your chest, collarbones, jaw line, and finally coming back to your mouth, where your tongues fight for dominance. You push Niall off you just long enough to pull his shirt off him, discard it with yours, and waste no time, lips crashing back onto his. Your hands run along the length of his chest. Your hands skim lower now, as you hook your fingers through Niall's belt loops and pull his pelvis closer to yours, making Niall moan against your mouth.
You smile through the kiss, and soon enough, Niall can't take it anymore. He stands up, strips out of his jeans, and leaves them in a heap on the floor as he straddles you again, clad only in his plaid boxer shorts. This time, his kisses are fiercer, with more passion and intimacy than ever before.
After a moment or two you push Niall off you again, and slip out of your own jeans, leaving them next to Niall's. You climb back under Niall, giggling as you crash your lips against his once more.
"So," you say, between kisses, as Niall moves to your neck again. "What kind of girl am I then, Niall?" you gasp, resting your hand on the back of Niall's head to hold his lips against the skin of your neck.
He pulls away long enough to look you in the eye, lustfully, as he chuckles and says, "The kind that needs to be punished, dirty girl."
Not able to take it anymore, Niall groans under your kiss, and breaks it suddenly. He stands up again, and pulls you up with him, standing just next to the bed. His fingers slide into your panties, as he hooks his fingers through them, and slides them down suddenly, leaving you naked standing before him. You gasp a little, which makes Niall give you a dirty smile and a chuckle.
You're not standing there long though, as Niall slides his boxer shorts down his legs and kicks them into the pile. You're just able to get a good glimpse of him before his lips are on yours again as he guides you back into lying down on the bed.
Your lips continue to dance together for a bit, but you pull away, about to ask Niall something. But, before the words can come out, you feel Niall enter you. You gasp violently, the words on your mouth forgotten as you feel Niall thrust inside of you.
You try to contain your moans and groans, afraid people passing in the corridor outside will hear you, but you can't help but let one little whimper escape your lips.
Niall grins devilishly at this. "You like that?" he asks, and all you can do is nod. Your body is on hyperdrive, each thrust building the pleasure inside of you.
"Niall..." you moan quietly, as your fingers clutch onto Niall’s shoulders, pulling his chest down on top of yours. A thin sheen of sweat has already appeared on his body, and yours too.
"Say my name again, Heather," Niall grunts, his voice raw and deep with passion.
"Niall," you say, a little louder this time. Your fingers leave a trail of scratch marks down the length of Niall’s back as you try to cope with his thrusts, becoming more intense with each one. Your head lightly hits the headboard of the bed as Niall thrusts faster and faster, but you hardly notice.
"God, Heather," Niall mutters, teeth clenched in concentration. He looks up at you and gives you a dirty smile, his eyes full of lust, his hair stuck to his forehead with sweat.
Niall’s eyes widen suddenly, and he mutters, "I'm close, Heather, oh god." His thrusts become sloppy and messy, but still fast enough to where you’re close too.
"NIALL!" you shout at the top of your lungs as you and Niall both climax at the same time. You feel the pleasure build inside and suddenly release as your toes curl and your fingers clutch onto Niall’s shoulders once more.
Your breathing becomes heavy as you lay there with Niall, still coming down from your highs. His breathing matches yours, ragged and tired. He laughs, sounding more like an exhale, as he smiles widely. He impatiently pushes his sweaty hair off his forehead and away from his face, and looks down at you.
"Well, that was fun," he says cheekily, and all you can do is nod, breathless, unable to speak. You and Niall lay in his bed together, and you spend the night in his room with him. And the next day, you get to do it all over again.
