shitty imagine just for kay cause she's thirsty as hale

Imagine you’re curled up on the couch, stuck on the phone with your crazy Aunt, Niall shooting you impatient glances for the past twenty minutes. He finally gets tired of waiting and gets to his knees on the floor in front of you, pulling your legs apart and pressing his mouth to your the seam directly over your crotch. You can feel his hot breath through the fabric of your pants, and he keeps his blue eyes trained on yours. You’re struggling to pay attention to your phone call since he’s whispering exactly what he plans to do to you into your thighs. Eventually he plucks the phone from your fingertips and brings it to his pink lips: “She’ll call ya back.”