Match. - Niall Horan Imagine.
This is the first time that I wrote an imagine in other language, so … it’s not that good (Sorry for the verbs. I always struggle with that ones.) If you want the version in Spanish, just let me know, please.
And he was disappointed.
But it was not my fault that his football team has lost against mine.
It was not. Or was it?
“Love, are you upset?” He quickly denied.
“I’m not, I’m not.” His blue eyes never looked at me, or at least not since the game finished. And that had been about 6 hours. We were still wearing our jerseys. By the way, both were green.
But this time I had won,I felt I kicked him in the liver. I tried to cheer him up, but nothing worked. He continued to have this sad frown.
I knew what It was like to lose in a World Cup. I knew it perfectly.
And his team was about to be in the semifinals, a hair to be a winner, was not for less his sadness. I knew the feeling, he felt a hollow in the lower part of his stomach when he was disappointed, and God knew it was true.
What would not I do to make him feel better?
“Do you need a kiss?”
Oh, I know what he needs.
“A blowjob?” And it seems that now he listened to me. He looked at me suggestively.
“Well, now I’m listening to you.” I smiled.
Oh, Niall. You never change.
“I think you’re wearing too much clothes.” He sighed, I knelt in front of him and slid the elastic of his sweatpants down slowly out of his body.
“Well,well.” I whispered and raised my eyebrows. And this naughty boy did not wear underwear. Excellent, because mine seemed to be completely ruined just after taking a look at his crotch.
“Show me what you can do with this pretty mouth.” He stroked my cheek and placed his thumb between my lips. Damn, he makes me hate him very often.
“Oh, no, not this time.” No, I was going to have the reins today.
He was surprised and I took that slight moment of doubt as an advantage. Let’s say he was already leaning on his back while I was on top of him. My God, he looked delicious, vulnerable. The times I had with him like this were counted, he was helpless, but I enjoyed each one.
“Your underwear just makes this worse, I can feel you through the fabric, you’re killing me.” And it was not too much to say that he was doing the same to me. But come on, I’m a strong girl, I can take it. I think so.
“Ugh, poor boy, I guess I’m hurting you.” I pretended to get off of him, but he would not let me. The movement only caused more friction between his body and mine. He was right, he was killing me.
And then the need to feel him was somewhere deep inside me, just where I wanted him to be. In a very deep place. I took off my underwear from my body in desperation, but I was not planning for him to remove my jersey.There was no way.
“No way, handsome boy.” He had returned to his position quickly and I took advantage of the movement of his hip to put him inside me.
Oh, just where he had to be, he had moaned, I heard his groan of pleasure, and I loved to hear him come out of the depths of his throat.
“All the damn day you complained that my team had fucked yours. Well, I’m definitely going to show you what a fuck is.” So I did it.
My God, I was delighted with the expression on his face when I was in control. I was delighted with the swaying we did from top to bottom, with as much force as we could.His hands on the sides of my waist made me do it stronger and faster, faster.
The thought was bouncing in my head, this thought, and throbbing inside exactly where I needed it. Well, more than just the thought. And then, there I was, at the top.
Judging by his face, I gather he was. His face tensed for a second, his stomach was hardening and he lifted his hips. Incoherent babbling came from his mouth and his hands took me harder.
When we finished I leaned on his chest and felt the dampness in the fabric for the effort. His hair was messed up by the speed of our movements and rough breathing. He caressed my face and sighed on my lips.
“Oh, God, I’ll definitely complain more often about games.” He said.
I laughed, he was in the bathroom a moment later.
“Do not think I’m done with you.” He turned slightly, I could see his face still reddened by the heat.
“Not yet?” I denied it while waving my eyelashes slightly.
“I still owe you a blowjob, then you’ll know what it’s like to bite the dust.”
“Holy …” He said with a look of surprise, he seemed to be about to faint.
Damn, how much I loved this man.
As I said before, this is my first imagine (in English)
Hope you like it.