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[nialls-golf-putt]

Don't Wanna Wait On It (Tonight I Wanna Get Nasty)

Dom!Niall x Brat!Reader

You were having way too much fun teasing your husband at the restaurant. You didn't know he'd actually break. Not that you were gonna stop pushing his buttons anyway ;)

c/w : Dom/Sub dynamics, Spanking, Choking, Use of Toys, Dirty Talk, Mild Degradation, Orgasm Denial, Cockwarming- It's a lot of kinky shit just brace yourselves

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"Princess, I'm telling you for the last time, you're making it worse for yourself." Niall's voice was level as he spoke but you could see the glint in his eyes. The familiar look he got, often led up to some of the best orgasms of your life.

"I'm not doing anything, Ni. Honest." You said with your best innocent smile, batting your eyelashes as brattily as you could as you bit your lip. You honestly weren't. Maybe. Maybe the table was just small enough that your foot kept brushing against his calf.

"You honestly expect me to believe that crap, doll?" Niall asked, coolly raising an eyebrow, his eyes dropping down to the low cut neck of your dress. Plain black satin, the fabric pooling around your collarbones.

And maybe the bread basket was just far enough that every time you wanted a roll you had to lean over the table. "Look, baby, all I'm sayin' is if you're getting an eyeful each time I want a roll maybe that's on you for not keeping your eyes up here." You said with a tiny smile, almost bordering on a smirk.

And oh fuck, you'd pushed it too far.

"Keep running that mouth, princess. Don't stop now," he said calmly, but there was a dangerous edge to his voice as he gestured for the bill, throwing some notes as he took a perfunctory glance at the piece of paper. "It's not gonna change anything. Have your fun, while you can, love."

And oh god. The look he gave you made shivers run down your spine and you couldn't help but clench your thighs together preemptively. You were in for it tonight, and you couldn't tell if you were more scared or excited.

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He'd been scarily calm and quiet on the drive back, giving away almost nothing as he opened the door for you, ushering you into the passenger seat, sitting down as he swerved back onto the road, not turning on any music, making no small talk. He didn't even place his hand on your thigh as he usually did, leaving it casually draped over the gearshift.

The silence had you on edge, itching to say something, anything bratty. Every part of you wanted to run your mouth and the more you looked at his stoic figure, the more you wanted to actually do it.

Like he'd said, you were already in for it tonight. Might as well have your fun while you could.

"You're really all talk tonight, aren't you?" You said, biting the inside of your cheek as you turned slightly to him, knowing your dress had ridden up slightly. You'd seen the way his eyes flicked down to your thighs, back up to your face as he gave you The Look, but you were getting off too much on his silent reactions.

"You used to be so much worse, I thought I'd be over your knee in the backseat by now." You continued, smirking slightly now.

"I'm not stupid enough to give you what you're begging for so desperately, princess." he said, his exterior still calm as he focused on the road.

"Aww but you always give in when I beg-"

"Shut the fuck up, princess. I mean it. You're gonna regret it later tonight." He interrupted, his jaw set as he glanced at you sideways.

You felt the heat pooling in your stomach as you shifted on the seat slightly. "Not really, I think you're going soft on me."

He said nothing this time, just rolling his neck in a bored way as he waited for the electric doors to your house to open, driving up to the door before he turned to you, the same look of almost bored calm still on his face.

"D'you wanna say that to my face now, princess?" He said, raising an eyebrow as he turned to you.

"I- uh. Yeah?" You said, stammering a little but cocky nonethless.

He exhaled softly, looking thoroughly at the end of his patience as you kept pushing his buttons. He reached over you, clicking the seatbelt out, his hand brushing the fabric of your dress but not your skin, finger hooking under your chin as he turned you to face him, your head tilting back as you looked at him, the small lights in the cars roof framing his face.

"Say that again, princess. Louder. Didn't catch you." he said, calm as ever. His grip was gentle, his voice low and even and that scared you even more. Your breath hitched, mind clouding over for just a second.

He smirked at the momentary chink in your bratty armour, letting go of your chin.

He leaned over the centre console as he opened the car door. "I want you naked on the bed before I get up there," he instructed, and something in his voice made you not protest this time as you stepped out. before you closed the door, he spoke again. "Oh, and princess? Undo your hair."

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Not more than 15 minutes later you were sitting on the bed, back pressed up against the headboard as you waited for him, your hair falling onto your shoulder like he'd asked.

He walked in calm as ever, turning up his sleeves as he folded them, and your fingers caught on the movement.

"You're naked." he said, nodding slightly as he let his gaze linger on you. "At least you can listen. Alright, off the bed. I want you on your knees on the rug. hands behind your back."

He watched, unimpressed as you made no effort to move. "Don't make me say it again, doll, you're already in deep shit as is. I know you wanna be treated like the cock hungry little whore you are but if you don't shut up and get on your knees this very second you're gonna be begging me to let you come all night and rest assured I will enjoy every single moment of denying it to you."

You bit back a whimper, scrambling off the bed as you knelt on the plush carpet, hands behind your back as you still threw a dirty look at him.

He pretended to not notice you, simply going through the drawers with a slow purpose, placing things every so often on the bed.

"Paddle, too, hm? Thought you weren't giving in-"

"Did I not tell you to shut the fuck up?" He said, shooting you one single look that had you biting your lip. You were certain he slowed down on purpose after that, placing the lube on the side table, walking down to the kitchen as he left you there, giving you a simple look that was a clear 'don't move' as he came back with some water bottles, giving you a small nod as he found you still kneeling.

"Up on the bed, doll." he said slowly undoing the buttons on his shirt.

He watched you calmly as you sat back against the bed, kneeling on a pillow.

"Keep those hands behind your back. Get my shirt off. Don't whine, don't fidget and don't complain."

You tried to glare at him the best you could as you leaned forward, biting down on the fabric as you tugged it off his shoulders. And the fucker- He must've planned this, You could smell his cologne, you could feel the heat radiating off his skin, and you fiddled with the shirt, it was pure torture.

Finally, you managed to get his shirt off, and he gave you no more than a small nod, and you couldn't help but pout.

"Don't give me that look, princess. You haven't been good enough for any praise, let alone a reward." Niall said, sounding more amused than anything and it made you want to whine at the unfairness.

"You're such a bossy little..." You grumbled under your breath.

"You wanna finish that sentence for me, baby?" Niall smirked, obviously having heard.

"You're such a bossy little fucker." You suggested casually, knowing you were digging your own grave. "Little bastard, gettin' off on torturing me-"

"Alright, you fucking brat." Niall said with a fond smirk, shaking his head. "Get on all fours. Now."

You gave him a cocky look, getting on all fours as you rolled your eyes. "What you gonna do now, Ni?" You asked defiantly, looking up at him as he didn't answer, instead undoing his pants, shoving them off, his boxers following suit as he sat down against the bed, legs spreading comfortably.

"I'm gonna stuff that bratty little mouth of yours full since you can't stop running it. Now get here and put it to good use." He said calmly, his eyes fixed on yours as he sat there comfortably, his dick on full display, his thighs flexing slightly.

"I- Uh. Um" You said, struggling to come up with a sassy response, wanting to, but you could almost imagine the weight on your tongue, the familiar salty tang and-

"Aw, look at my little princess stuttering." He said, his fingers gripping your chin as he made you crawl closer. "One little look at my cock and she's fumbling over her words like the cock dumb little slut she is."

"I'm not-" You started, but Niall was quick to cut you off.

"Did I tell you to yap or put that mouth of yours to good use? Shut up and get here" he said calmly, his fingers wrapping around his cock as he gave himself a few slow strokes.

Your gaze flickered between his face and his length a few inches from your face, taking a deep breath as you stuck your tongue out, settling down a little comfortably on the mattress. The cool, smooth sheets provided some sort of relief to your aching clit as you slowly wrapped your lips around him, taking him in.

Before you could move, before you could properly taste him, his fingers were in your scalp, tightening around the roots of your hair as he pulled you off sharply. "I want your arse in the air. Stop humpin' the sheets like a desperate little whore."

You whimpered, biting your lip desperately as you nodded, quickly swallowing him back down, nose almost brushing his stomach as you kept your hips up in the air, the cold air almost uncomfortable against your burningly hot slit.

"Look at that," Niall hummed smugly as he slowly pushed his hips forward. "All it took was my cock to shut you up." He kept his hand on the back of your head, grip firm as he stopped you from moving any further.

"Stay down there. Don't move. Don't put your hips back down. Tap my thigh if you need to colour out." He instructed, before reaching to the side table for his phone and-

Was the fucker actually scrolling instagram while you choked on his cock!? You could barely breathe, your lungs burned, your eyes were pricking with tears and he didn't even...

Oh, fuck.

You almost whimpered when you realised you'd done this to yourself essentially.

You didn't move for a bit, watching him tap out replies to someone, laughing softly at some reel and- Oh it stung. He'd known just what you needed, and he'd punished you in the very opposite way. By taking away all his attention.

You kept your eyes on his face, hoping you could puppy face your way out of this one, but he didn't even look up from the screen. You knew he'd told you to not move, but throwing caution to the wind, you pushed down another inch or so, gagging as his tip hit the back of your throat, tears streaming down your face as you stayed there, the sounds you made muffled against his length.

"Look at you choking yourself on my cock like the desperate little princess you are," Niall finally said, sounding amused. "Where's all your brattiness gone now, baby? Where's the attitude?"

"Mmph, fuck you-" You mumbled around his cock, barely distinguishable.

"I did not ask you to talk. Keep them pretty lips wrapped around my dick and stop pretending like you're not enjoying this." He said calmly, finally tossing his phone to the side.

He smirked amusedly as you made a muffled half-hearted sound of protest. "You're loving this, aren't you? Gagging yourself on me like the cock hungry little slut you are. tears streamin' down your face- Tell me, baby, does it make you feel filthy? Used?"

You let out a soft sob, hips grinding against the sheets. You hadn't realised when you'd let them down, but as soon as you felt the glide of the fabric against your throbbing clit, you couldn't care less. You didn't care how desperate you looked as you ground youself down onto the sheets- you needed this.

"Did I not tell you to keep your arse up in the air, princess?"

You didn't reply, the combination of the humiliation of his words, the feel of his dick stretching your throat, the sparks from your pussy as you rubbed it against the bed desperately- all of it clouding your mind too far to care.

He grunted slightly as he felt your throat squeezing him, his hands flying to your hair as he tugged on it, pulling you off with enough force to have your eyes pricking with tears. "FIne, you want to be a brat?" He said, pulling your head back even more. "Do it. It's more fun this way." He gave your hair another pull before he let go, getting off the bed.

"All fours. Right now." He instructed, reaching for the paddle and-

Oh. You let out a whimper, a mix of anticipation for the pain, the pleasure- the humiliation, the attention. All of it.

Almost light headed, spacey already, you clambered onto all fours again. Your chest was pressed against the sheets, hard nipples brushing the fabric, your ass sticking up as you presented yourself, ready for whatever he was going to dole out.

"Colour, darlin'?" Niall asked, his hand resting softly on your hip, nothing but concern in his voice.

"Green- green. So green" You said instantly, wiggling your hips slightly in the air, not ready to drop the brattiness just yet.

"Green and begging for punishment, I see." Niall said, his voice laced with a soft danger, his fingertips trailing along the back of your thigh leaving goosebumps in their wake. He kept it up for a bit longer, every so often straying along the swell of your arse or down your calf, enjoying teasing you.

And it was driving you nuts. "Are you just gonna keep teasing me or do somethin' about it?" You snapped with all the sass you could muster in the position you were in.

It almost seemed like he was waitin' for you to run your mouth, bringing the paddle down sharply on your left cheek. You yelped into the sheets, warmth spreading from the impact.

You lifted your bottom higher, almost begging for another. "Is that the hardest you can hit?"

You could hear his huff of irritation before he brought the paddle down in quick sharp successive hits. "I'm really gonna have to fuck that attitude out of tonight, doll. It's getting on my nerves" He said, punctuating each word with a spank, each one getting harder.

You couldn't hold back your screams by the last one, the warmth almost too much to bear, your skin prickling in the most delicious way. Tears pool in your eyes but you keep your attitude even as your voice breaks. "Fuck you, I don't need to be taught a thing-"

"Are you really gonna say that when i can see your cunt absolutely dripping? While I can see your juices running down your thigh?" Niall said with an amused laugh, before bringing the paddle down as hard as he could where your thigh met the swell of your arse.

You moaned into the sheets, all but drooling as you heard the sound before you felt the tendrils of hot pain-pleasure spreading out as you sobbed into the bedsheets.

"Colour, princess?" Niall said softly, his hand soothing as he ran it over your burning skin.

"G-Green, still fucking green." You said, teeth grit slightly at the intense waves of burning hot pleasure, your thighs shaking slightly. "I..."

Niall waited for you to continue, gently squeezing your hip. "You what, doll?" He asked, his voice laced with concern.

"Fuckin' hate you right now." You mumbled into the sheets, though there was no real venom behind your words. Your arse throbbed, your pussy felt achingly empty, tears were streaming down your face, and the burning humiliation, the pain- all of it was too much.

"Oh, that's quite alright. I love you too, princess, brat an' all." Niall said with a light laugh, bringing his hand down for another spank, this one not designed to make it hurt, simply to watch your arse jiggle.

You still couldn't help but whimpered pathetically, your skin madly oversensitive, your mind overstimulated. "Shut up" You mumbled, burying your face into the sheets again.

"Say that again and it'll be 15 more minutes spent choking on my cock."

Your breath caught at the threat, the surity lacing his voice, your pussy clenching painfully around nothing. "Sorry," You mumbled, your voice soft as the image of his cock being shoved down your throat made your clit tingle.

"Look at that, the brat knows manners." Niall murmured amusedly as he went through the drawers. You stayed silent, wondering what he was going to pull out next. You let out a relieved breath as you saw it was simply some lotion, hissing as you felt the cold soothing sensation of his fingers on your skin.

Your lips parted slightly, eyes fluttering close as you kept your arse presented for him.

"Look at that, my debauched little princess. My little cockslut, hm? Drippin' wet just from being punished-"

You reacted before you felt. "Shut up" You blurted out, feeling his fingers brushing ever so lightly against your slit, finally giving you that sweet relief that you'd been begging for, gently parting your lips as-

He drew back?

Fuck.

He let out a frustrated sounding sigh, wiping his wetness on your hip. "There's that attitude again, just when I was about to reward you."

Your eyes widened in realisation, almost panicking as you tried to backtrack "Wait- No! Fuck, no- I mean, I'm green, but please- I'm sorry!"

"Mm, too late. Good girl for giving me your colour, though." he murmured, leaning over your back, his chest pressed up against you as he turned your head to give you the lightest of kisses as a reward.

You almost whined at the teasing contact, the kiss having done nothing but make you more desperate.

"Sit against the headboard, princess. On your knees. No talking back unless I ask you something. Oh, and- No grinding against the sheets like a little bitch in heat, too." he said with an amused smirk, and you felt your cheeks burn at the humiliation of it, hating how it made you even wetter.

Niall was going through the drawers again, back turned to you as he did. You stared at his rippling muscles, itching to touch him, to taste him, to bite him.

"Princess, d'you think you can keep your hands on your thighs or will I have to cuff you?"

You almost didn't register his words at first, busy staring at the soft line of his waist, the divots at the base of his spine, the smattering of freckles and-

"Uh-" You said, gnawing at your lip as you considered your options. You weren't great at being still anyway, let alone during punishments, but you couldn't handle being any more restrained than you already were. Praying your self-control held through, you shook your head. "I'll keep them here."

Niall regarded you for a few moments, eyes shamelessly raking over your curves before he raised an eyebrow with a small smirk. "If they move at all, the cuffs go on and stay on till we're done. Last chance to change your mind."

You bit the inside of your cheek, a little scared at the prospect of being restrained for so long. As hot as it was, you really wanted to be able to feel him later. You hoped you could be good enough to.

"No- I'll keep still."

Niall turned to give you a small appraising look, moving back to the drawers.

What the fuck was it now. God, he was driving you crazy.

"What are you-"

"Your options are not speaking until spoken to or gagging on my cock for 15 more minutes, you sure you're that curious, doll?" He said calmly, placing the handcuffs on the edge of the sidetable, their very presence making you press your thighs together a little tighter.

You were tempted to talk back. To give a bratty answer just for the hell of it and to see what happened. But you remembered the threat of the next punishment, your eyes flicking to the glinting cuffs on the table and you shook your head, keeping shut.

Niall nodded, a slightly proud smile on his face as he finally climbed back to you, and you nearly gasped when you saw what was in his hands.

They must be new and oh-

You loved them.

Golden nipple clamps- and they had the most delicate chain hanging between them. You swallowed hard. They would hurt like hell, you knew that, but fuck, did they look pretty. You kept your hands on your thighs, fingers curling slightly.

"Colour, princess."

"Green." You breathed out instantly, a little out of breath. You could feel your nipples, already hard against the cold air, almost throbbing at the thought of the metal pinching them.

He nodded slightly, reaching out without warning, his fingers pinching your right nipple, rolling it gently, warming you up slightly before increasing the pressure.

You gasped sharply, squirming slightly at the bolt of pain shooting through you. You could feel your own wetness dripping down your inner thighs as you fought to keep your hands still.

Niall kept his eyes firmly on your facing, watching for any signs that he should check in again as he clipped the metal on.

A sharp hiss escaped you, moaning as the clamp bit down on your right nipple. You swore under your breath, watching him hover the other clamp over your breast, head falling back against the headboard when he finally did.

You were fighting back every urge to squirm, to moan, to beg for more as you tried to not move. Niall was simply sitting back on his heels, taking in the sight. The look in his eyes made you almost light headed with lust.

You glanced down, taking in the sight of the metal clipped onto your skin. You felt so vulnerable, so exposed, so objectified and it might be the hottest you'd ever felt.

"Fuck me, if that isn't the prettiest thing I've ever seen in my life," Niall looped his fingers into the chain, twisting it slightly before tugging- ever so gently.

It still made you see stars, the clamps kept their grip tight, tugging against your already sensitive nipples, pulling you forward slightly.

Niall watched your head fall back, your throat exposed, hips bucking slightly, desperate for friction, biting back his own moan.

"Look at you, baby," he murmured. "My little ruined princess. Leaking down your thighs like a good little whore, my handprints all over your arse- your lips all swollen like they're made for sucking cock."

And god, he knew how to get to you. You kept your hands intently on your thigh, not moving, determined to not fuck up this time. Any more teasing and you genuinely might pass out.

Niall gripped your chin with one hand, the chain still delicately pinched in the other. He watched you silently, your eyes wide as you looked up at him. His thumb swiped against your lower lip, the pressed down on it.

You parted your lips willingly, breath catching at the look of sheer want on his face. He stayed there for a few moments, just taking the sight of you looking utterly debauched. He pressed down a little harder on your lip, holding your mouth open as he spit directly into your mouth.

"Swallow." He said, the blues of his eyes almost disappearing with how blown his pupils were. And you did- and the next thing you knew he'd flipped you, one firm hand on your lower back pressing you down onto all fours.

"Look at you, God," He murmured, his voice hoarse, his finger swiping along your arousal-sticky lips, parting them gently. "Colour, baby," He urged.

"Green, green-" You managed to gasp out even from your hazy headspace.

"Good girl," He murmured, and, oh, it felt so good. It was the first bit of praise that he'd let you have and his finger pushed into you. It wasn't even that much of a stretch but it was the first bit of real stimulation he'd let you have and you arched your back pushing back onto his finger, desperately needing more.

He leaned over you, his chest pressing into your back as he pressed a series of fluttering kisses along your shoulder. The sensations were overwhelming, the pressure of the clamps on your nipples, the stretch of his finger and-

"Patience, baby." He murmured. And the change in his tone was obvious. He was taking his time now. None of this was a punishment anymore. He slowly began moving his finger and you whined softly, feeling your walls clinging to his finger.

"See, is it that hard to not be a pain in the ass?" He said softly, and you could hear the smirk in his voice.

"Fuck no," You chuckled breathlessly, the sound turning into a gasp as he twisted his finger inside you, crooking it against your G-spot.

"Brat," He murmured, his voice tinged with fondness this time, pushing in two more fingers without warning. You yelped, the burn delicious, your cheek pressing against the sheets. You whined at first, but a few slow pumps later, your eyes were rolling back, your hips rocking back to meet his fingers.

"You're fuckin' yourself on my fingers- and you're so bloody tight, babe. My cock hasn't even been near you yet and your legs are shakin', you're so cock hungry," He said teasingly, curling his fingers again, making you bite your lip hard.

You moan softly at his words, feeling embarrassingly eager but not really caring as you pushed back on his fingers. You look back at him, eyes glazed over, whimpering and whining, silently begging for more.

You know he's taking his sweet time, ignoring you and your desperate noises and it frustrates you even more. You pout at him, turning your head to look at him with your best puppy face.

"Beg for it then, doll. Don't just pout at me," He said with an amused smirk. "Beg for my cock."

You didn't hesitate, your pride long forgotten, overwhelmed with need. You looked back over your shoulder, expression still the same. "Please... Fuck, please give me your cock. I need it so bad, just fuck me before i go crazy."

"Beg prettier."

You melted at his command, slipping further, your voice becoming smaller. "Pretty please? Fuck, please put your cock inside me. I'll be a good girl, i promise. I'll take it however you want- deep and hard, I'll do anything-"

You broke off at the moan he let out, a small rush of pride at knowing you'd gotten to him. You were throbbing around his fingers, and you pushed back gently, desperately craving his cock.

He pulled his fingers out slowly, wiping them on your red arse, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Come ride me." He said simply, settling against the headboard.

You scrambled to your knees, grabbing him and pumping him slowly, hovering over it. You lower yourself on him, whining a bit at the burning stretch but pushing down anyway.

"Slow, princess."

You nodded, hands braced on his shoulders as you sank down further. You paused as you fully settled on him, taking a short breather before starting to bounce gently.

"Oh, goddd," he moaned instantly, hands flying to your hips.

You gasped as the clamps pulled on your nipples with each movement, sending jolts of pleasure to your core. You let him guide you, becoming more frantic as you felt yourself getting closer.

"Look at you fucking yourself on my cock, jesus, princess." He choked out between grunts. You whimpered at his dirty words, the wet sounds filling the room, your legs trembling as you rolled your hips, hitting all your spots, biting your lip to keep from screaming, but failing.

"Good girl, let me hear you," He murmured, thrusting up to meet you. And you were almost babbling, way too gone to reply, to do anything but moan.

His hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing gently, and his other hand tugged lightly on the chain and you could feel your head spin, completely overwhelmed with pleasure. "Gonna..." You choked out.

"Not yet," Niall said firmly, his own chest heaving as he let go of the chain and your throat, hands on your arse, holding you down. You cried out softly in frustration, pushing down on him desperately.

"Stop bouncing on it." He instructed, fingers digging into your flesh.

"Niall i swear to fucking god-"

He cut off your frustrated tirade with a sudden sharp slap to your clit. You yelped, your entire body jolting from the impact.

He thrust up with the next slap, your breasts jiggling with the roughness of it. He had no rhythm, didn't let you get used to it. He fucked up into you mercilessly, his hand coming down onto your clit with a precision that made you scrunch up your face.

"You're right there, aren't you?" he groaned. He could see the desperation in your eyes, the way your body was tensed, ready to snap. He stopped his movements, pulling out sharply and you whined at the loss.

"Niall what the fuck-"

His eyes shone with mischief as he swiped his fingers through your pussy, bringing your arousal up to his mouth, sucking his fingers clean teasingly.

"I was good all night- this is cruel, Ni. Please-" You whined.

"Was it cruel when you were bending over the table, tits practically hanging out in the restaurant and teasing me?" He said, the tip of his cock dragging through your folds.

"Was it cruel when you were being a little brat and not listening?"

"I- Babe, I'm sorryyyy," You whined.

He tapped his cock against your clit, grinning wickedly as you shuddered.

"Niall, please- babe- I'm actually gonna cry please"

He knew he'd pushed you to your absolute limit. Without warning, he plunged back into you, one hand tugging on the nipple clamps' chain, the other coming down on your pussy.

You couldn't even think, let alone make a sound, mouth open in a silent scream as you clenched down, the most intense orgasm you've ever had wracking through you. He worked you through it, never stopping. You were vaguely aware of his curses, of the warmth of his cum filling you up and you were sure you'd had another orgasm, not sure if the first one had even ended.

The next thing you knew you were on your side, Niall cuddled up facing you, his fingers carding through your hair. You could feel the sticky half dried cum leaking out of you, and the sheets pulled up over you. You must've passed out, jesus.

"Shh, I got you, baby. You did fucking incredible." Niall hummed, holding up a bottle of water to your mouth. You drank a few sips instinctively, cuddling closer to him as soon as he'd capped it again.

"You took me so well, princess. D'you need anything? Want me to clean you up?" He murmured into your hair between kisses.

You shook your head, nuzzling into him sleepily. "Just cuddles."

He chuckled softly, pulling you closer.

"Your chest hair's in my mouth, doof," You mumbled groggily, poking his side.

"Will you stop being a brat atleast now?" He laughed incredulously.

"Yeah yeah, whatever. You love me."

"If you weren't dead on your feet I'd fuck that attitude out of you again," He said, shaking his head, his chin rubbing against the top of your head.

"Who's stopping ya from doin' it now?" You grinned, looking up at him.

"C'mere, you little brat," He laughed, pulling you on top of him and kissing you again.

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A/N : whoops I had not intended for it to be that long but I'm a sucker for dom!Niall. Expect more of him 🫡 Reblogs and comments always appreciated <3

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Don't Wanna Wait On It (Tonight I Wanna Get Nasty)

Dom!Niall x Brat!Reader

You were having way too much fun teasing your husband at the restaurant. You didn't know he'd actually break. Not that you were gonna stop pushing his buttons anyway ;)

c/w : Dom/Sub dynamics, Spanking, Choking, Use of Toys, Dirty Talk, Mild Degradation, Orgasm Denial, Cockwarming- It's a lot of kinky shit just brace yourselves

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"Princess, I'm telling you for the last time, you're making it worse for yourself." Niall's voice was level as he spoke but you could see the glint in his eyes. The familiar look he got, often led up to some of the best orgasms of your life.

"I'm not doing anything, Ni. Honest." You said with your best innocent smile, batting your eyelashes as brattily as you could as you bit your lip. You honestly weren't. Maybe. Maybe the table was just small enough that your foot kept brushing against his calf.

"You honestly expect me to believe that crap, doll?" Niall asked, coolly raising an eyebrow, his eyes dropping down to the low cut neck of your dress. Plain black satin, the fabric pooling around your collarbones.

And maybe the bread basket was just far enough that every time you wanted a roll you had to lean over the table. "Look, baby, all I'm sayin' is if you're getting an eyeful each time I want a roll maybe that's on you for not keeping your eyes up here." You said with a tiny smile, almost bordering on a smirk.

And oh fuck, you'd pushed it too far.

"Keep running that mouth, princess. Don't stop now," he said calmly, but there was a dangerous edge to his voice as he gestured for the bill, throwing some notes as he took a perfunctory glance at the piece of paper. "It's not gonna change anything. Have your fun, while you can, love."

And oh god. The look he gave you made shivers run down your spine and you couldn't help but clench your thighs together preemptively. You were in for it tonight, and you couldn't tell if you were more scared or excited.

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He'd been scarily calm and quiet on the drive back, giving away almost nothing as he opened the door for you, ushering you into the passenger seat, sitting down as he swerved back onto the road, not turning on any music, making no small talk. He didn't even place his hand on your thigh as he usually did, leaving it casually draped over the gearshift.

The silence had you on edge, itching to say something, anything bratty. Every part of you wanted to run your mouth and the more you looked at his stoic figure, the more you wanted to actually do it.

Like he'd said, you were already in for it tonight. Might as well have your fun while you could.

"You're really all talk tonight, aren't you?" You said, biting the inside of your cheek as you turned slightly to him, knowing your dress had ridden up slightly. You'd seen the way his eyes flicked down to your thighs, back up to your face as he gave you The Look, but you were getting off too much on his silent reactions.

"You used to be so much worse, I thought I'd be over your knee in the backseat by now." You continued, smirking slightly now.

"I'm not stupid enough to give you what you're begging for so desperately, princess." he said, his exterior still calm as he focused on the road.

"Aww but you always give in when I beg-"

"Shut the fuck up, princess. I mean it. You're gonna regret it later tonight." He interrupted, his jaw set as he glanced at you sideways.

You felt the heat pooling in your stomach as you shifted on the seat slightly. "Not really, I think you're going soft on me."

He said nothing this time, just rolling his neck in a bored way as he waited for the electric doors to your house to open, driving up to the door before he turned to you, the same look of almost bored calm still on his face.

"D'you wanna say that to my face now, princess?" He said, raising an eyebrow as he turned to you.

"I- uh. Yeah?" You said, stammering a little but cocky nonethless.

He exhaled softly, looking thoroughly at the end of his patience as you kept pushing his buttons. He reached over you, clicking the seatbelt out, his hand brushing the fabric of your dress but not your skin, finger hooking under your chin as he turned you to face him, your head tilting back as you looked at him, the small lights in the cars roof framing his face.

"Say that again, princess. Louder. Didn't catch you." he said, calm as ever. His grip was gentle, his voice low and even and that scared you even more. Your breath hitched, mind clouding over for just a second.

He smirked at the momentary chink in your bratty armour, letting go of your chin.

He leaned over the centre console as he opened the car door. "I want you naked on the bed before I get up there," he instructed, and something in his voice made you not protest this time as you stepped out. before you closed the door, he spoke again. "Oh, and princess? Undo your hair."

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Not more than 15 minutes later you were sitting on the bed, back pressed up against the headboard as you waited for him, your hair falling onto your shoulder like he'd asked.

He walked in calm as ever, turning up his sleeves as he folded them, and your fingers caught on the movement.

"You're naked." he said, nodding slightly as he let his gaze linger on you. "At least you can listen. Alright, off the bed. I want you on your knees on the rug. hands behind your back."

He watched, unimpressed as you made no effort to move. "Don't make me say it again, doll, you're already in deep shit as is. I know you wanna be treated like the cock hungry little whore you are but if you don't shut up and get on your knees this very second you're gonna be begging me to let you come all night and rest assured I will enjoy every single moment of denying it to you."

You bit back a whimper, scrambling off the bed as you knelt on the plush carpet, hands behind your back as you still threw a dirty look at him.

He pretended to not notice you, simply going through the drawers with a slow purpose, placing things every so often on the bed.

"Paddle, too, hm? Thought you weren't giving in-"

"Did I not tell you to shut the fuck up?" He said, shooting you one single look that had you biting your lip. You were certain he slowed down on purpose after that, placing the lube on the side table, walking down to the kitchen as he left you there, giving you a simple look that was a clear 'don't move' as he came back with some water bottles, giving you a small nod as he found you still kneeling.

"Up on the bed, doll." he said slowly undoing the buttons on his shirt.

He watched you calmly as you sat back against the bed, kneeling on a pillow.

"Keep those hands behind your back. Get my shirt off. Don't whine, don't fidget and don't complain."

You tried to glare at him the best you could as you leaned forward, biting down on the fabric as you tugged it off his shoulders. And the fucker- He must've planned this, You could smell his cologne, you could feel the heat radiating off his skin, and you fiddled with the shirt, it was pure torture.

Finally, you managed to get his shirt off, and he gave you no more than a small nod, and you couldn't help but pout.

"Don't give me that look, princess. You haven't been good enough for any praise, let alone a reward." Niall said, sounding more amused than anything and it made you want to whine at the unfairness.

"You're such a bossy little..." You grumbled under your breath.

"You wanna finish that sentence for me, baby?" Niall smirked, obviously having heard.

"You're such a bossy little fucker." You suggested casually, knowing you were digging your own grave. "Little bastard, gettin' off on torturing me-"

"Alright, you fucking brat." Niall said with a fond smirk, shaking his head. "Get on all fours. Now."

You gave him a cocky look, getting on all fours as you rolled your eyes. "What you gonna do now, Ni?" You asked defiantly, looking up at him as he didn't answer, instead undoing his pants, shoving them off, his boxers following suit as he sat down against the bed, legs spreading comfortably.

"I'm gonna stuff that bratty little mouth of yours full since you can't stop running it. Now get here and put it to good use." He said calmly, his eyes fixed on yours as he sat there comfortably, his dick on full display, his thighs flexing slightly.

"I- Uh. Um" You said, struggling to come up with a sassy response, wanting to, but you could almost imagine the weight on your tongue, the familiar salty tang and-

"Aw, look at my little princess stuttering." He said, his fingers gripping your chin as he made you crawl closer. "One little look at my cock and she's fumbling over her words like the cock dumb little slut she is."

"I'm not-" You started, but Niall was quick to cut you off.

"Did I tell you to yap or put that mouth of yours to good use? Shut up and get here" he said calmly, his fingers wrapping around his cock as he gave himself a few slow strokes.

Your gaze flickered between his face and his length a few inches from your face, taking a deep breath as you stuck your tongue out, settling down a little comfortably on the mattress. The cool, smooth sheets provided some sort of relief to your aching clit as you slowly wrapped your lips around him, taking him in.

Before you could move, before you could properly taste him, his fingers were in your scalp, tightening around the roots of your hair as he pulled you off sharply. "I want your arse in the air. Stop humpin' the sheets like a desperate little whore."

You whimpered, biting your lip desperately as you nodded, quickly swallowing him back down, nose almost brushing his stomach as you kept your hips up in the air, the cold air almost uncomfortable against your burningly hot slit.

"Look at that," Niall hummed smugly as he slowly pushed his hips forward. "All it took was my cock to shut you up." He kept his hand on the back of your head, grip firm as he stopped you from moving any further.

"Stay down there. Don't move. Don't put your hips back down. Tap my thigh if you need to colour out." He instructed, before reaching to the side table for his phone and-

Was the fucker actually scrolling instagram while you choked on his cock!? You could barely breathe, your lungs burned, your eyes were pricking with tears and he didn't even...

Oh, fuck.

You almost whimpered when you realised you'd done this to yourself essentially.

You didn't move for a bit, watching him tap out replies to someone, laughing softly at some reel and- Oh it stung. He'd known just what you needed, and he'd punished you in the very opposite way. By taking away all his attention.

You kept your eyes on his face, hoping you could puppy face your way out of this one, but he didn't even look up from the screen. You knew he'd told you to not move, but throwing caution to the wind, you pushed down another inch or so, gagging as his tip hit the back of your throat, tears streaming down your face as you stayed there, the sounds you made muffled against his length.

"Look at you choking yourself on my cock like the desperate little princess you are," Niall finally said, sounding amused. "Where's all your brattiness gone now, baby? Where's the attitude?"

"Mmph, fuck you-" You mumbled around his cock, barely distinguishable.

"I did not ask you to talk. Keep them pretty lips wrapped around my dick and stop pretending like you're not enjoying this." He said calmly, finally tossing his phone to the side.

He smirked amusedly as you made a muffled half-hearted sound of protest. "You're loving this, aren't you? Gagging yourself on me like the cock hungry little slut you are. tears streamin' down your face- Tell me, baby, does it make you feel filthy? Used?"

You let out a soft sob, hips grinding against the sheets. You hadn't realised when you'd let them down, but as soon as you felt the glide of the fabric against your throbbing clit, you couldn't care less. You didn't care how desperate you looked as you ground youself down onto the sheets- you needed this.

"Did I not tell you to keep your arse up in the air, princess?"

You didn't reply, the combination of the humiliation of his words, the feel of his dick stretching your throat, the sparks from your pussy as you rubbed it against the bed desperately- all of it clouding your mind too far to care.

He grunted slightly as he felt your throat squeezing him, his hands flying to your hair as he tugged on it, pulling you off with enough force to have your eyes pricking with tears. "FIne, you want to be a brat?" He said, pulling your head back even more. "Do it. It's more fun this way." He gave your hair another pull before he let go, getting off the bed.

"All fours. Right now." He instructed, reaching for the paddle and-

Oh. You let out a whimper, a mix of anticipation for the pain, the pleasure- the humiliation, the attention. All of it.

Almost light headed, spacey already, you clambered onto all fours again. Your chest was pressed against the sheets, hard nipples brushing the fabric, your ass sticking up as you presented yourself, ready for whatever he was going to dole out.

"Colour, darlin'?" Niall asked, his hand resting softly on your hip, nothing but concern in his voice.

"Green- green. So green" You said instantly, wiggling your hips slightly in the air, not ready to drop the brattiness just yet.

"Green and begging for punishment, I see." Niall said, his voice laced with a soft danger, his fingertips trailing along the back of your thigh leaving goosebumps in their wake. He kept it up for a bit longer, every so often straying along the swell of your arse or down your calf, enjoying teasing you.

And it was driving you nuts. "Are you just gonna keep teasing me or do somethin' about it?" You snapped with all the sass you could muster in the position you were in.

It almost seemed like he was waitin' for you to run your mouth, bringing the paddle down sharply on your left cheek. You yelped into the sheets, warmth spreading from the impact.

You lifted your bottom higher, almost begging for another. "Is that the hardest you can hit?"

You could hear his huff of irritation before he brought the paddle down in quick sharp successive hits. "I'm really gonna have to fuck that attitude out of tonight, doll. It's getting on my nerves" He said, punctuating each word with a spank, each one getting harder.

You couldn't hold back your screams by the last one, the warmth almost too much to bear, your skin prickling in the most delicious way. Tears pool in your eyes but you keep your attitude even as your voice breaks. "Fuck you, I don't need to be taught a thing-"

"Are you really gonna say that when i can see your cunt absolutely dripping? While I can see your juices running down your thigh?" Niall said with an amused laugh, before bringing the paddle down as hard as he could where your thigh met the swell of your arse.

You moaned into the sheets, all but drooling as you heard the sound before you felt the tendrils of hot pain-pleasure spreading out as you sobbed into the bedsheets.

"Colour, princess?" Niall said softly, his hand soothing as he ran it over your burning skin.

"G-Green, still fucking green." You said, teeth grit slightly at the intense waves of burning hot pleasure, your thighs shaking slightly. "I..."

Niall waited for you to continue, gently squeezing your hip. "You what, doll?" He asked, his voice laced with concern.

"Fuckin' hate you right now." You mumbled into the sheets, though there was no real venom behind your words. Your arse throbbed, your pussy felt achingly empty, tears were streaming down your face, and the burning humiliation, the pain- all of it was too much.

"Oh, that's quite alright. I love you too, princess, brat an' all." Niall said with a light laugh, bringing his hand down for another spank, this one not designed to make it hurt, simply to watch your arse jiggle.

You still couldn't help but whimpered pathetically, your skin madly oversensitive, your mind overstimulated. "Shut up" You mumbled, burying your face into the sheets again.

"Say that again and it'll be 15 more minutes spent choking on my cock."

Your breath caught at the threat, the surity lacing his voice, your pussy clenching painfully around nothing. "Sorry," You mumbled, your voice soft as the image of his cock being shoved down your throat made your clit tingle.

"Look at that, the brat knows manners." Niall murmured amusedly as he went through the drawers. You stayed silent, wondering what he was going to pull out next. You let out a relieved breath as you saw it was simply some lotion, hissing as you felt the cold soothing sensation of his fingers on your skin.

Your lips parted slightly, eyes fluttering close as you kept your arse presented for him.

"Look at that, my debauched little princess. My little cockslut, hm? Drippin' wet just from being punished-"

You reacted before you felt. "Shut up" You blurted out, feeling his fingers brushing ever so lightly against your slit, finally giving you that sweet relief that you'd been begging for, gently parting your lips as-

He drew back?

Fuck.

He let out a frustrated sounding sigh, wiping his wetness on your hip. "There's that attitude again, just when I was about to reward you."

Your eyes widened in realisation, almost panicking as you tried to backtrack "Wait- No! Fuck, no- I mean, I'm green, but please- I'm sorry!"

"Mm, too late. Good girl for giving me your colour, though." he murmured, leaning over your back, his chest pressed up against you as he turned your head to give you the lightest of kisses as a reward.

You almost whined at the teasing contact, the kiss having done nothing but make you more desperate.

"Sit against the headboard, princess. On your knees. No talking back unless I ask you something. Oh, and- No grinding against the sheets like a little bitch in heat, too." he said with an amused smirk, and you felt your cheeks burn at the humiliation of it, hating how it made you even wetter.

Niall was going through the drawers again, back turned to you as he did. You stared at his rippling muscles, itching to touch him, to taste him, to bite him.

"Princess, d'you think you can keep your hands on your thighs or will I have to cuff you?"

You almost didn't register his words at first, busy staring at the soft line of his waist, the divots at the base of his spine, the smattering of freckles and-

"Uh-" You said, gnawing at your lip as you considered your options. You weren't great at being still anyway, let alone during punishments, but you couldn't handle being any more restrained than you already were. Praying your self-control held through, you shook your head. "I'll keep them here."

Niall regarded you for a few moments, eyes shamelessly raking over your curves before he raised an eyebrow with a small smirk. "If they move at all, the cuffs go on and stay on till we're done. Last chance to change your mind."

You bit the inside of your cheek, a little scared at the prospect of being restrained for so long. As hot as it was, you really wanted to be able to feel him later. You hoped you could be good enough to.

"No- I'll keep still."

Niall turned to give you a small appraising look, moving back to the drawers.

What the fuck was it now. God, he was driving you crazy.

"What are you-"

"Your options are not speaking until spoken to or gagging on my cock for 15 more minutes, you sure you're that curious, doll?" He said calmly, placing the handcuffs on the edge of the sidetable, their very presence making you press your thighs together a little tighter.

You were tempted to talk back. To give a bratty answer just for the hell of it and to see what happened. But you remembered the threat of the next punishment, your eyes flicking to the glinting cuffs on the table and you shook your head, keeping shut.

Niall nodded, a slightly proud smile on his face as he finally climbed back to you, and you nearly gasped when you saw what was in his hands.

They must be new and oh-

You loved them.

Golden nipple clamps- and they had the most delicate chain hanging between them. You swallowed hard. They would hurt like hell, you knew that, but fuck, did they look pretty. You kept your hands on your thighs, fingers curling slightly.

"Colour, princess."

"Green." You breathed out instantly, a little out of breath. You could feel your nipples, already hard against the cold air, almost throbbing at the thought of the metal pinching them.

He nodded slightly, reaching out without warning, his fingers pinching your right nipple, rolling it gently, warming you up slightly before increasing the pressure.

You gasped sharply, squirming slightly at the bolt of pain shooting through you. You could feel your own wetness dripping down your inner thighs as you fought to keep your hands still.

Niall kept his eyes firmly on your facing, watching for any signs that he should check in again as he clipped the metal on.

A sharp hiss escaped you, moaning as the clamp bit down on your right nipple. You swore under your breath, watching him hover the other clamp over your breast, head falling back against the headboard when he finally did.

You were fighting back every urge to squirm, to moan, to beg for more as you tried to not move. Niall was simply sitting back on his heels, taking in the sight. The look in his eyes made you almost light headed with lust.

You glanced down, taking in the sight of the metal clipped onto your skin. You felt so vulnerable, so exposed, so objectified and it might be the hottest you'd ever felt.

"Fuck me, if that isn't the prettiest thing I've ever seen in my life," Niall looped his fingers into the chain, twisting it slightly before tugging- ever so gently.

It still made you see stars, the clamps kept their grip tight, tugging against your already sensitive nipples, pulling you forward slightly.

Niall watched your head fall back, your throat exposed, hips bucking slightly, desperate for friction, biting back his own moan.

"Look at you, baby," he murmured. "My little ruined princess. Leaking down your thighs like a good little whore, my handprints all over your arse- your lips all swollen like they're made for sucking cock."

And god, he knew how to get to you. You kept your hands intently on your thigh, not moving, determined to not fuck up this time. Any more teasing and you genuinely might pass out.

Niall gripped your chin with one hand, the chain still delicately pinched in the other. He watched you silently, your eyes wide as you looked up at him. His thumb swiped against your lower lip, the pressed down on it.

You parted your lips willingly, breath catching at the look of sheer want on his face. He stayed there for a few moments, just taking the sight of you looking utterly debauched. He pressed down a little harder on your lip, holding your mouth open as he spit directly into your mouth.

"Swallow." He said, the blues of his eyes almost disappearing with how blown his pupils were. And you did- and the next thing you knew he'd flipped you, one firm hand on your lower back pressing you down onto all fours.

"Look at you, God," He murmured, his voice hoarse, his finger swiping along your arousal-sticky lips, parting them gently. "Colour, baby," He urged.

"Green, green-" You managed to gasp out even from your hazy headspace.

"Good girl," He murmured, and, oh, it felt so good. It was the first bit of praise that he'd let you have and his finger pushed into you. It wasn't even that much of a stretch but it was the first bit of real stimulation he'd let you have and you arched your back pushing back onto his finger, desperately needing more.

He leaned over you, his chest pressing into your back as he pressed a series of fluttering kisses along your shoulder. The sensations were overwhelming, the pressure of the clamps on your nipples, the stretch of his finger and-

"Patience, baby." He murmured. And the change in his tone was obvious. He was taking his time now. None of this was a punishment anymore. He slowly began moving his finger and you whined softly, feeling your walls clinging to his finger.

"See, is it that hard to not be a pain in the ass?" He said softly, and you could hear the smirk in his voice.

"Fuck no," You chuckled breathlessly, the sound turning into a gasp as he twisted his finger inside you, crooking it against your G-spot.

"Brat," He murmured, his voice tinged with fondness this time, pushing in two more fingers without warning. You yelped, the burn delicious, your cheek pressing against the sheets. You whined at first, but a few slow pumps later, your eyes were rolling back, your hips rocking back to meet his fingers.

"You're fuckin' yourself on my fingers- and you're so bloody tight, babe. My cock hasn't even been near you yet and your legs are shakin', you're so cock hungry," He said teasingly, curling his fingers again, making you bite your lip hard.

You moan softly at his words, feeling embarrassingly eager but not really caring as you pushed back on his fingers. You look back at him, eyes glazed over, whimpering and whining, silently begging for more.

You know he's taking his sweet time, ignoring you and your desperate noises and it frustrates you even more. You pout at him, turning your head to look at him with your best puppy face.

"Beg for it then, doll. Don't just pout at me," He said with an amused smirk. "Beg for my cock."

You didn't hesitate, your pride long forgotten, overwhelmed with need. You looked back over your shoulder, expression still the same. "Please... Fuck, please give me your cock. I need it so bad, just fuck me before i go crazy."

"Beg prettier."

You melted at his command, slipping further, your voice becoming smaller. "Pretty please? Fuck, please put your cock inside me. I'll be a good girl, i promise. I'll take it however you want- deep and hard, I'll do anything-"

You broke off at the moan he let out, a small rush of pride at knowing you'd gotten to him. You were throbbing around his fingers, and you pushed back gently, desperately craving his cock.

He pulled his fingers out slowly, wiping them on your red arse, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Come ride me." He said simply, settling against the headboard.

You scrambled to your knees, grabbing him and pumping him slowly, hovering over it. You lower yourself on him, whining a bit at the burning stretch but pushing down anyway.

"Slow, princess."

You nodded, hands braced on his shoulders as you sank down further. You paused as you fully settled on him, taking a short breather before starting to bounce gently.

"Oh, goddd," he moaned instantly, hands flying to your hips.

You gasped as the clamps pulled on your nipples with each movement, sending jolts of pleasure to your core. You let him guide you, becoming more frantic as you felt yourself getting closer.

"Look at you fucking yourself on my cock, jesus, princess." He choked out between grunts. You whimpered at his dirty words, the wet sounds filling the room, your legs trembling as you rolled your hips, hitting all your spots, biting your lip to keep from screaming, but failing.

"Good girl, let me hear you," He murmured, thrusting up to meet you. And you were almost babbling, way too gone to reply, to do anything but moan.

His hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing gently, and his other hand tugged lightly on the chain and you could feel your head spin, completely overwhelmed with pleasure. "Gonna..." You choked out.

"Not yet," Niall said firmly, his own chest heaving as he let go of the chain and your throat, hands on your arse, holding you down. You cried out softly in frustration, pushing down on him desperately.

"Stop bouncing on it." He instructed, fingers digging into your flesh.

"Niall i swear to fucking god-"

He cut off your frustrated tirade with a sudden sharp slap to your clit. You yelped, your entire body jolting from the impact.

He thrust up with the next slap, your breasts jiggling with the roughness of it. He had no rhythm, didn't let you get used to it. He fucked up into you mercilessly, his hand coming down onto your clit with a precision that made you scrunch up your face.

"You're right there, aren't you?" he groaned. He could see the desperation in your eyes, the way your body was tensed, ready to snap. He stopped his movements, pulling out sharply and you whined at the loss.

"Niall what the fuck-"

His eyes shone with mischief as he swiped his fingers through your pussy, bringing your arousal up to his mouth, sucking his fingers clean teasingly.

"I was good all night- this is cruel, Ni. Please-" You whined.

"Was it cruel when you were bending over the table, tits practically hanging out in the restaurant and teasing me?" He said, the tip of his cock dragging through your folds.

"Was it cruel when you were being a little brat and not listening?"

"I- Babe, I'm sorryyyy," You whined.

He tapped his cock against your clit, grinning wickedly as you shuddered.

"Niall, please- babe- I'm actually gonna cry please"

He knew he'd pushed you to your absolute limit. Without warning, he plunged back into you, one hand tugging on the nipple clamps' chain, the other coming down on your pussy.

You couldn't even think, let alone make a sound, mouth open in a silent scream as you clenched down, the most intense orgasm you've ever had wracking through you. He worked you through it, never stopping. You were vaguely aware of his curses, of the warmth of his cum filling you up and you were sure you'd had another orgasm, not sure if the first one had even ended.

The next thing you knew you were on your side, Niall cuddled up facing you, his fingers carding through your hair. You could feel the sticky half dried cum leaking out of you, and the sheets pulled up over you. You must've passed out, jesus.

"Shh, I got you, baby. You did fucking incredible." Niall hummed, holding up a bottle of water to your mouth. You drank a few sips instinctively, cuddling closer to him as soon as he'd capped it again.

"You took me so well, princess. D'you need anything? Want me to clean you up?" He murmured into your hair between kisses.

You shook your head, nuzzling into him sleepily. "Just cuddles."

He chuckled softly, pulling you closer.

"Your chest hair's in my mouth, doof," You mumbled groggily, poking his side.

"Will you stop being a brat atleast now?" He laughed incredulously.

"Yeah yeah, whatever. You love me."

"If you weren't dead on your feet I'd fuck that attitude out of you again," He said, shaking his head, his chin rubbing against the top of your head.

"Who's stopping ya from doin' it now?" You grinned, looking up at him.

"C'mere, you little brat," He laughed, pulling you on top of him and kissing you again.

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A/N : whoops I had not intended for it to be that long but I'm a sucker for dom!Niall. Expect more of him 🫡 Reblogs and comments always appreciated <3

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Don't Wanna Wait On It (Tonight I Wanna Get Nasty)

Dom!Niall x Brat!Reader

You were having way too much fun teasing your husband at the restaurant. You didn't know he'd actually break. Not that you were gonna stop pushing his buttons anyway ;)

c/w : Dom/Sub dynamics, Spanking, Choking, Use of Toys, Dirty Talk, Mild Degradation, Orgasm Denial, Cockwarming- It's a lot of kinky shit just brace yourselves

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"Princess, I'm telling you for the last time, you're making it worse for yourself." Niall's voice was level as he spoke but you could see the glint in his eyes. The familiar look he got, often led up to some of the best orgasms of your life.

"I'm not doing anything, Ni. Honest." You said with your best innocent smile, batting your eyelashes as brattily as you could as you bit your lip. You honestly weren't. Maybe. Maybe the table was just small enough that your foot kept brushing against his calf.

"You honestly expect me to believe that crap, doll?" Niall asked, coolly raising an eyebrow, his eyes dropping down to the low cut neck of your dress. Plain black satin, the fabric pooling around your collarbones.

And maybe the bread basket was just far enough that every time you wanted a roll you had to lean over the table. "Look, baby, all I'm sayin' is if you're getting an eyeful each time I want a roll maybe that's on you for not keeping your eyes up here." You said with a tiny smile, almost bordering on a smirk.

And oh fuck, you'd pushed it too far.

"Keep running that mouth, princess. Don't stop now," he said calmly, but there was a dangerous edge to his voice as he gestured for the bill, throwing some notes as he took a perfunctory glance at the piece of paper. "It's not gonna change anything. Have your fun, while you can, love."

And oh god. The look he gave you made shivers run down your spine and you couldn't help but clench your thighs together preemptively. You were in for it tonight, and you couldn't tell if you were more scared or excited.

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He'd been scarily calm and quiet on the drive back, giving away almost nothing as he opened the door for you, ushering you into the passenger seat, sitting down as he swerved back onto the road, not turning on any music, making no small talk. He didn't even place his hand on your thigh as he usually did, leaving it casually draped over the gearshift.

The silence had you on edge, itching to say something, anything bratty. Every part of you wanted to run your mouth and the more you looked at his stoic figure, the more you wanted to actually do it.

Like he'd said, you were already in for it tonight. Might as well have your fun while you could.

"You're really all talk tonight, aren't you?" You said, biting the inside of your cheek as you turned slightly to him, knowing your dress had ridden up slightly. You'd seen the way his eyes flicked down to your thighs, back up to your face as he gave you The Look, but you were getting off too much on his silent reactions.

"You used to be so much worse, I thought I'd be over your knee in the backseat by now." You continued, smirking slightly now.

"I'm not stupid enough to give you what you're begging for so desperately, princess." he said, his exterior still calm as he focused on the road.

"Aww but you always give in when I beg-"

"Shut the fuck up, princess. I mean it. You're gonna regret it later tonight." He interrupted, his jaw set as he glanced at you sideways.

You felt the heat pooling in your stomach as you shifted on the seat slightly. "Not really, I think you're going soft on me."

He said nothing this time, just rolling his neck in a bored way as he waited for the electric doors to your house to open, driving up to the door before he turned to you, the same look of almost bored calm still on his face.

"D'you wanna say that to my face now, princess?" He said, raising an eyebrow as he turned to you.

"I- uh. Yeah?" You said, stammering a little but cocky nonethless.

He exhaled softly, looking thoroughly at the end of his patience as you kept pushing his buttons. He reached over you, clicking the seatbelt out, his hand brushing the fabric of your dress but not your skin, finger hooking under your chin as he turned you to face him, your head tilting back as you looked at him, the small lights in the cars roof framing his face.

"Say that again, princess. Louder. Didn't catch you." he said, calm as ever. His grip was gentle, his voice low and even and that scared you even more. Your breath hitched, mind clouding over for just a second.

He smirked at the momentary chink in your bratty armour, letting go of your chin.

He leaned over the centre console as he opened the car door. "I want you naked on the bed before I get up there," he instructed, and something in his voice made you not protest this time as you stepped out. before you closed the door, he spoke again. "Oh, and princess? Undo your hair."

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Not more than 15 minutes later you were sitting on the bed, back pressed up against the headboard as you waited for him, your hair falling onto your shoulder like he'd asked.

He walked in calm as ever, turning up his sleeves as he folded them, and your fingers caught on the movement.

"You're naked." he said, nodding slightly as he let his gaze linger on you. "At least you can listen. Alright, off the bed. I want you on your knees on the rug. hands behind your back."

He watched, unimpressed as you made no effort to move. "Don't make me say it again, doll, you're already in deep shit as is. I know you wanna be treated like the cock hungry little whore you are but if you don't shut up and get on your knees this very second you're gonna be begging me to let you come all night and rest assured I will enjoy every single moment of denying it to you."

You bit back a whimper, scrambling off the bed as you knelt on the plush carpet, hands behind your back as you still threw a dirty look at him.

He pretended to not notice you, simply going through the drawers with a slow purpose, placing things every so often on the bed.

"Paddle, too, hm? Thought you weren't giving in-"

"Did I not tell you to shut the fuck up?" He said, shooting you one single look that had you biting your lip. You were certain he slowed down on purpose after that, placing the lube on the side table, walking down to the kitchen as he left you there, giving you a simple look that was a clear 'don't move' as he came back with some water bottles, giving you a small nod as he found you still kneeling.

"Up on the bed, doll." he said slowly undoing the buttons on his shirt.

He watched you calmly as you sat back against the bed, kneeling on a pillow.

"Keep those hands behind your back. Get my shirt off. Don't whine, don't fidget and don't complain."

You tried to glare at him the best you could as you leaned forward, biting down on the fabric as you tugged it off his shoulders. And the fucker- He must've planned this, You could smell his cologne, you could feel the heat radiating off his skin, and you fiddled with the shirt, it was pure torture.

Finally, you managed to get his shirt off, and he gave you no more than a small nod, and you couldn't help but pout.

"Don't give me that look, princess. You haven't been good enough for any praise, let alone a reward." Niall said, sounding more amused than anything and it made you want to whine at the unfairness.

"You're such a bossy little..." You grumbled under your breath.

"You wanna finish that sentence for me, baby?" Niall smirked, obviously having heard.

"You're such a bossy little fucker." You suggested casually, knowing you were digging your own grave. "Little bastard, gettin' off on torturing me-"

"Alright, you fucking brat." Niall said with a fond smirk, shaking his head. "Get on all fours. Now."

You gave him a cocky look, getting on all fours as you rolled your eyes. "What you gonna do now, Ni?" You asked defiantly, looking up at him as he didn't answer, instead undoing his pants, shoving them off, his boxers following suit as he sat down against the bed, legs spreading comfortably.

"I'm gonna stuff that bratty little mouth of yours full since you can't stop running it. Now get here and put it to good use." He said calmly, his eyes fixed on yours as he sat there comfortably, his dick on full display, his thighs flexing slightly.

"I- Uh. Um" You said, struggling to come up with a sassy response, wanting to, but you could almost imagine the weight on your tongue, the familiar salty tang and-

"Aw, look at my little princess stuttering." He said, his fingers gripping your chin as he made you crawl closer. "One little look at my cock and she's fumbling over her words like the cock dumb little slut she is."

"I'm not-" You started, but Niall was quick to cut you off.

"Did I tell you to yap or put that mouth of yours to good use? Shut up and get here" he said calmly, his fingers wrapping around his cock as he gave himself a few slow strokes.

Your gaze flickered between his face and his length a few inches from your face, taking a deep breath as you stuck your tongue out, settling down a little comfortably on the mattress. The cool, smooth sheets provided some sort of relief to your aching clit as you slowly wrapped your lips around him, taking him in.

Before you could move, before you could properly taste him, his fingers were in your scalp, tightening around the roots of your hair as he pulled you off sharply. "I want your arse in the air. Stop humpin' the sheets like a desperate little whore."

You whimpered, biting your lip desperately as you nodded, quickly swallowing him back down, nose almost brushing his stomach as you kept your hips up in the air, the cold air almost uncomfortable against your burningly hot slit.

"Look at that," Niall hummed smugly as he slowly pushed his hips forward. "All it took was my cock to shut you up." He kept his hand on the back of your head, grip firm as he stopped you from moving any further.

"Stay down there. Don't move. Don't put your hips back down. Tap my thigh if you need to colour out." He instructed, before reaching to the side table for his phone and-

Was the fucker actually scrolling instagram while you choked on his cock!? You could barely breathe, your lungs burned, your eyes were pricking with tears and he didn't even...

Oh, fuck.

You almost whimpered when you realised you'd done this to yourself essentially.

You didn't move for a bit, watching him tap out replies to someone, laughing softly at some reel and- Oh it stung. He'd known just what you needed, and he'd punished you in the very opposite way. By taking away all his attention.

You kept your eyes on his face, hoping you could puppy face your way out of this one, but he didn't even look up from the screen. You knew he'd told you to not move, but throwing caution to the wind, you pushed down another inch or so, gagging as his tip hit the back of your throat, tears streaming down your face as you stayed there, the sounds you made muffled against his length.

"Look at you choking yourself on my cock like the desperate little princess you are," Niall finally said, sounding amused. "Where's all your brattiness gone now, baby? Where's the attitude?"

"Mmph, fuck you-" You mumbled around his cock, barely distinguishable.

"I did not ask you to talk. Keep them pretty lips wrapped around my dick and stop pretending like you're not enjoying this." He said calmly, finally tossing his phone to the side.

He smirked amusedly as you made a muffled half-hearted sound of protest. "You're loving this, aren't you? Gagging yourself on me like the cock hungry little slut you are. tears streamin' down your face- Tell me, baby, does it make you feel filthy? Used?"

You let out a soft sob, hips grinding against the sheets. You hadn't realised when you'd let them down, but as soon as you felt the glide of the fabric against your throbbing clit, you couldn't care less. You didn't care how desperate you looked as you ground youself down onto the sheets- you needed this.

"Did I not tell you to keep your arse up in the air, princess?"

You didn't reply, the combination of the humiliation of his words, the feel of his dick stretching your throat, the sparks from your pussy as you rubbed it against the bed desperately- all of it clouding your mind too far to care.

He grunted slightly as he felt your throat squeezing him, his hands flying to your hair as he tugged on it, pulling you off with enough force to have your eyes pricking with tears. "FIne, you want to be a brat?" He said, pulling your head back even more. "Do it. It's more fun this way." He gave your hair another pull before he let go, getting off the bed.

"All fours. Right now." He instructed, reaching for the paddle and-

Oh. You let out a whimper, a mix of anticipation for the pain, the pleasure- the humiliation, the attention. All of it.

Almost light headed, spacey already, you clambered onto all fours again. Your chest was pressed against the sheets, hard nipples brushing the fabric, your ass sticking up as you presented yourself, ready for whatever he was going to dole out.

"Colour, darlin'?" Niall asked, his hand resting softly on your hip, nothing but concern in his voice.

"Green- green. So green" You said instantly, wiggling your hips slightly in the air, not ready to drop the brattiness just yet.

"Green and begging for punishment, I see." Niall said, his voice laced with a soft danger, his fingertips trailing along the back of your thigh leaving goosebumps in their wake. He kept it up for a bit longer, every so often straying along the swell of your arse or down your calf, enjoying teasing you.

And it was driving you nuts. "Are you just gonna keep teasing me or do somethin' about it?" You snapped with all the sass you could muster in the position you were in.

It almost seemed like he was waitin' for you to run your mouth, bringing the paddle down sharply on your left cheek. You yelped into the sheets, warmth spreading from the impact.

You lifted your bottom higher, almost begging for another. "Is that the hardest you can hit?"

You could hear his huff of irritation before he brought the paddle down in quick sharp successive hits. "I'm really gonna have to fuck that attitude out of tonight, doll. It's getting on my nerves" He said, punctuating each word with a spank, each one getting harder.

You couldn't hold back your screams by the last one, the warmth almost too much to bear, your skin prickling in the most delicious way. Tears pool in your eyes but you keep your attitude even as your voice breaks. "Fuck you, I don't need to be taught a thing-"

"Are you really gonna say that when i can see your cunt absolutely dripping? While I can see your juices running down your thigh?" Niall said with an amused laugh, before bringing the paddle down as hard as he could where your thigh met the swell of your arse.

You moaned into the sheets, all but drooling as you heard the sound before you felt the tendrils of hot pain-pleasure spreading out as you sobbed into the bedsheets.

"Colour, princess?" Niall said softly, his hand soothing as he ran it over your burning skin.

"G-Green, still fucking green." You said, teeth grit slightly at the intense waves of burning hot pleasure, your thighs shaking slightly. "I..."

Niall waited for you to continue, gently squeezing your hip. "You what, doll?" He asked, his voice laced with concern.

"Fuckin' hate you right now." You mumbled into the sheets, though there was no real venom behind your words. Your arse throbbed, your pussy felt achingly empty, tears were streaming down your face, and the burning humiliation, the pain- all of it was too much.

"Oh, that's quite alright. I love you too, princess, brat an' all." Niall said with a light laugh, bringing his hand down for another spank, this one not designed to make it hurt, simply to watch your arse jiggle.

You still couldn't help but whimpered pathetically, your skin madly oversensitive, your mind overstimulated. "Shut up" You mumbled, burying your face into the sheets again.

"Say that again and it'll be 15 more minutes spent choking on my cock."

Your breath caught at the threat, the surity lacing his voice, your pussy clenching painfully around nothing. "Sorry," You mumbled, your voice soft as the image of his cock being shoved down your throat made your clit tingle.

"Look at that, the brat knows manners." Niall murmured amusedly as he went through the drawers. You stayed silent, wondering what he was going to pull out next. You let out a relieved breath as you saw it was simply some lotion, hissing as you felt the cold soothing sensation of his fingers on your skin.

Your lips parted slightly, eyes fluttering close as you kept your arse presented for him.

"Look at that, my debauched little princess. My little cockslut, hm? Drippin' wet just from being punished-"

You reacted before you felt. "Shut up" You blurted out, feeling his fingers brushing ever so lightly against your slit, finally giving you that sweet relief that you'd been begging for, gently parting your lips as-

He drew back?

Fuck.

He let out a frustrated sounding sigh, wiping his wetness on your hip. "There's that attitude again, just when I was about to reward you."

Your eyes widened in realisation, almost panicking as you tried to backtrack "Wait- No! Fuck, no- I mean, I'm green, but please- I'm sorry!"

"Mm, too late. Good girl for giving me your colour, though." he murmured, leaning over your back, his chest pressed up against you as he turned your head to give you the lightest of kisses as a reward.

You almost whined at the teasing contact, the kiss having done nothing but make you more desperate.

"Sit against the headboard, princess. On your knees. No talking back unless I ask you something. Oh, and- No grinding against the sheets like a little bitch in heat, too." he said with an amused smirk, and you felt your cheeks burn at the humiliation of it, hating how it made you even wetter.

Niall was going through the drawers again, back turned to you as he did. You stared at his rippling muscles, itching to touch him, to taste him, to bite him.

"Princess, d'you think you can keep your hands on your thighs or will I have to cuff you?"

You almost didn't register his words at first, busy staring at the soft line of his waist, the divots at the base of his spine, the smattering of freckles and-

"Uh-" You said, gnawing at your lip as you considered your options. You weren't great at being still anyway, let alone during punishments, but you couldn't handle being any more restrained than you already were. Praying your self-control held through, you shook your head. "I'll keep them here."

Niall regarded you for a few moments, eyes shamelessly raking over your curves before he raised an eyebrow with a small smirk. "If they move at all, the cuffs go on and stay on till we're done. Last chance to change your mind."

You bit the inside of your cheek, a little scared at the prospect of being restrained for so long. As hot as it was, you really wanted to be able to feel him later. You hoped you could be good enough to.

"No- I'll keep still."

Niall turned to give you a small appraising look, moving back to the drawers.

What the fuck was it now. God, he was driving you crazy.

"What are you-"

"Your options are not speaking until spoken to or gagging on my cock for 15 more minutes, you sure you're that curious, doll?" He said calmly, placing the handcuffs on the edge of the sidetable, their very presence making you press your thighs together a little tighter.

You were tempted to talk back. To give a bratty answer just for the hell of it and to see what happened. But you remembered the threat of the next punishment, your eyes flicking to the glinting cuffs on the table and you shook your head, keeping shut.

Niall nodded, a slightly proud smile on his face as he finally climbed back to you, and you nearly gasped when you saw what was in his hands.

They must be new and oh-

You loved them.

Golden nipple clamps- and they had the most delicate chain hanging between them. You swallowed hard. They would hurt like hell, you knew that, but fuck, did they look pretty. You kept your hands on your thighs, fingers curling slightly.

"Colour, princess."

"Green." You breathed out instantly, a little out of breath. You could feel your nipples, already hard against the cold air, almost throbbing at the thought of the metal pinching them.

He nodded slightly, reaching out without warning, his fingers pinching your right nipple, rolling it gently, warming you up slightly before increasing the pressure.

You gasped sharply, squirming slightly at the bolt of pain shooting through you. You could feel your own wetness dripping down your inner thighs as you fought to keep your hands still.

Niall kept his eyes firmly on your facing, watching for any signs that he should check in again as he clipped the metal on.

A sharp hiss escaped you, moaning as the clamp bit down on your right nipple. You swore under your breath, watching him hover the other clamp over your breast, head falling back against the headboard when he finally did.

You were fighting back every urge to squirm, to moan, to beg for more as you tried to not move. Niall was simply sitting back on his heels, taking in the sight. The look in his eyes made you almost light headed with lust.

You glanced down, taking in the sight of the metal clipped onto your skin. You felt so vulnerable, so exposed, so objectified and it might be the hottest you'd ever felt.

"Fuck me, if that isn't the prettiest thing I've ever seen in my life," Niall looped his fingers into the chain, twisting it slightly before tugging- ever so gently.

It still made you see stars, the clamps kept their grip tight, tugging against your already sensitive nipples, pulling you forward slightly.

Niall watched your head fall back, your throat exposed, hips bucking slightly, desperate for friction, biting back his own moan.

"Look at you, baby," he murmured. "My little ruined princess. Leaking down your thighs like a good little whore, my handprints all over your arse- your lips all swollen like they're made for sucking cock."

And god, he knew how to get to you. You kept your hands intently on your thigh, not moving, determined to not fuck up this time. Any more teasing and you genuinely might pass out.

Niall gripped your chin with one hand, the chain still delicately pinched in the other. He watched you silently, your eyes wide as you looked up at him. His thumb swiped against your lower lip, the pressed down on it.

You parted your lips willingly, breath catching at the look of sheer want on his face. He stayed there for a few moments, just taking the sight of you looking utterly debauched. He pressed down a little harder on your lip, holding your mouth open as he spit directly into your mouth.

"Swallow." He said, the blues of his eyes almost disappearing with how blown his pupils were. And you did- and the next thing you knew he'd flipped you, one firm hand on your lower back pressing you down onto all fours.

"Look at you, God," He murmured, his voice hoarse, his finger swiping along your arousal-sticky lips, parting them gently. "Colour, baby," He urged.

"Green, green-" You managed to gasp out even from your hazy headspace.

"Good girl," He murmured, and, oh, it felt so good. It was the first bit of praise that he'd let you have and his finger pushed into you. It wasn't even that much of a stretch but it was the first bit of real stimulation he'd let you have and you arched your back pushing back onto his finger, desperately needing more.

He leaned over you, his chest pressing into your back as he pressed a series of fluttering kisses along your shoulder. The sensations were overwhelming, the pressure of the clamps on your nipples, the stretch of his finger and-

"Patience, baby." He murmured. And the change in his tone was obvious. He was taking his time now. None of this was a punishment anymore. He slowly began moving his finger and you whined softly, feeling your walls clinging to his finger.

"See, is it that hard to not be a pain in the ass?" He said softly, and you could hear the smirk in his voice.

"Fuck no," You chuckled breathlessly, the sound turning into a gasp as he twisted his finger inside you, crooking it against your G-spot.

"Brat," He murmured, his voice tinged with fondness this time, pushing in two more fingers without warning. You yelped, the burn delicious, your cheek pressing against the sheets. You whined at first, but a few slow pumps later, your eyes were rolling back, your hips rocking back to meet his fingers.

"You're fuckin' yourself on my fingers- and you're so bloody tight, babe. My cock hasn't even been near you yet and your legs are shakin', you're so cock hungry," He said teasingly, curling his fingers again, making you bite your lip hard.

You moan softly at his words, feeling embarrassingly eager but not really caring as you pushed back on his fingers. You look back at him, eyes glazed over, whimpering and whining, silently begging for more.

You know he's taking his sweet time, ignoring you and your desperate noises and it frustrates you even more. You pout at him, turning your head to look at him with your best puppy face.

"Beg for it then, doll. Don't just pout at me," He said with an amused smirk. "Beg for my cock."

You didn't hesitate, your pride long forgotten, overwhelmed with need. You looked back over your shoulder, expression still the same. "Please... Fuck, please give me your cock. I need it so bad, just fuck me before i go crazy."

"Beg prettier."

You melted at his command, slipping further, your voice becoming smaller. "Pretty please? Fuck, please put your cock inside me. I'll be a good girl, i promise. I'll take it however you want- deep and hard, I'll do anything-"

You broke off at the moan he let out, a small rush of pride at knowing you'd gotten to him. You were throbbing around his fingers, and you pushed back gently, desperately craving his cock.

He pulled his fingers out slowly, wiping them on your red arse, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Come ride me." He said simply, settling against the headboard.

You scrambled to your knees, grabbing him and pumping him slowly, hovering over it. You lower yourself on him, whining a bit at the burning stretch but pushing down anyway.

"Slow, princess."

You nodded, hands braced on his shoulders as you sank down further. You paused as you fully settled on him, taking a short breather before starting to bounce gently.

"Oh, goddd," he moaned instantly, hands flying to your hips.

You gasped as the clamps pulled on your nipples with each movement, sending jolts of pleasure to your core. You let him guide you, becoming more frantic as you felt yourself getting closer.

"Look at you fucking yourself on my cock, jesus, princess." He choked out between grunts. You whimpered at his dirty words, the wet sounds filling the room, your legs trembling as you rolled your hips, hitting all your spots, biting your lip to keep from screaming, but failing.

"Good girl, let me hear you," He murmured, thrusting up to meet you. And you were almost babbling, way too gone to reply, to do anything but moan.

His hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing gently, and his other hand tugged lightly on the chain and you could feel your head spin, completely overwhelmed with pleasure. "Gonna..." You choked out.

"Not yet," Niall said firmly, his own chest heaving as he let go of the chain and your throat, hands on your arse, holding you down. You cried out softly in frustration, pushing down on him desperately.

"Stop bouncing on it." He instructed, fingers digging into your flesh.

"Niall i swear to fucking god-"

He cut off your frustrated tirade with a sudden sharp slap to your clit. You yelped, your entire body jolting from the impact.

He thrust up with the next slap, your breasts jiggling with the roughness of it. He had no rhythm, didn't let you get used to it. He fucked up into you mercilessly, his hand coming down onto your clit with a precision that made you scrunch up your face.

"You're right there, aren't you?" he groaned. He could see the desperation in your eyes, the way your body was tensed, ready to snap. He stopped his movements, pulling out sharply and you whined at the loss.

"Niall what the fuck-"

His eyes shone with mischief as he swiped his fingers through your pussy, bringing your arousal up to his mouth, sucking his fingers clean teasingly.

"I was good all night- this is cruel, Ni. Please-" You whined.

"Was it cruel when you were bending over the table, tits practically hanging out in the restaurant and teasing me?" He said, the tip of his cock dragging through your folds.

"Was it cruel when you were being a little brat and not listening?"

"I- Babe, I'm sorryyyy," You whined.

He tapped his cock against your clit, grinning wickedly as you shuddered.

"Niall, please- babe- I'm actually gonna cry please"

He knew he'd pushed you to your absolute limit. Without warning, he plunged back into you, one hand tugging on the nipple clamps' chain, the other coming down on your pussy.

You couldn't even think, let alone make a sound, mouth open in a silent scream as you clenched down, the most intense orgasm you've ever had wracking through you. He worked you through it, never stopping. You were vaguely aware of his curses, of the warmth of his cum filling you up and you were sure you'd had another orgasm, not sure if the first one had even ended.

The next thing you knew you were on your side, Niall cuddled up facing you, his fingers carding through your hair. You could feel the sticky half dried cum leaking out of you, and the sheets pulled up over you. You must've passed out, jesus.

"Shh, I got you, baby. You did fucking incredible." Niall hummed, holding up a bottle of water to your mouth. You drank a few sips instinctively, cuddling closer to him as soon as he'd capped it again.

"You took me so well, princess. D'you need anything? Want me to clean you up?" He murmured into your hair between kisses.

You shook your head, nuzzling into him sleepily. "Just cuddles."

He chuckled softly, pulling you closer.

"Your chest hair's in my mouth, doof," You mumbled groggily, poking his side.

"Will you stop being a brat atleast now?" He laughed incredulously.

"Yeah yeah, whatever. You love me."

"If you weren't dead on your feet I'd fuck that attitude out of you again," He said, shaking his head, his chin rubbing against the top of your head.

"Who's stopping ya from doin' it now?" You grinned, looking up at him.

"C'mere, you little brat," He laughed, pulling you on top of him and kissing you again.

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A/N : whoops I had not intended for it to be that long but I'm a sucker for dom!Niall. Expect more of him 🫡 Reblogs and comments always appreciated <3

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hoping i can finish up this fic and post it today/tomorrow. she's nasty get ready

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So Tell Me Baby... (Feelin' The Love I'm Feelin' Lately?)

Insecure reader x Boy next door! Niall

Basically 4k of Niall worshipping reader ;)

A/N: Hiii so this is based off a request by @pansexualdarling! Hope you like it!

C/W absolute filth, a bit of dirty talk and mentions of self-hatred and body negativity. Keep your mental health first, lovies. You are loved and you are perfect just the way you are. <3

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You honestly couldn't believe it. Even as you sat in front of your mirror, already dressed for the date, you couldn't believe it.

Your neighbourhood was an old one, close knit families that tended to look down on you even though you'd been living there almost as long as them. None of that mattered to you, though.

You had your daughter, the job you'd been dreaming of since you had her in high school- You needed nothing else.

The day he'd moved in, you'd gone over with a huge box of homemade cookies, your daughter in tow, thinking it would be another family- But when the door had swung open to reveal the most devastatingly handsome man you'd seen, with the bluest eyes, and smile radiant enough it had made you go weak in the knees- you knew you had it bad.

You'd initially assumed there must be a family in the picture, at least a wife, a husband- a significant someone, but it had stayed that way, just him alone in the big old house.

You'd allowed yourself to vaguely daydream about it then, staring out of your kitchen window as he mowed his lawn, playing with your daughter on weekends in your yard as he washed his car across the street.

Not that you'd ever admit it to anyone- Or that you ever thought anything would come of it. Guys that looked like him did not date people like you. And they sure as hell didn't stick around.

So when he'd casually asked you, at one of the neighbourhood meetings, no less, if you'd like to go for dinner with him, you had blanked, to say the least.

Still, you'd gathered enough of your wits to give a halfway coherent answer, and he seemed endeared if anything- Which is why you were sitting here, ready an hour early than you'd decided, with your daughter already at your parents, waiting for him.

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Dinner had been perfect.

You still couldn't believe how easy it seemed to talk to him, playful, teasing- It all felt so easy, so comfortable, so... dare you even think it, domestic.

The place had been fancy enough to feel like he'd made an effort without it feeling cloyingly snobbish, the food had been great- and so had the wine.

Which is how you'd found yourself sitting in the passenger seat of his car, watching his profile in the strobing streetlights as he drove. You'd been talking on and off, the silence comfortable, the radio playing softly.

He'd rounded along the cul de sac when you arrived at your street and you couldn't help but give him a small quizzical look.

"I'm dropping you at yours, love." He stated, as if it was the most obvious thing.

"I live across the street from you, Niall." You laughed softly.

He shrugged as though that changed nothing.

"And they say chivalry is dead." You said with a small amused smile as he pulled into your driveway.

"Oh, trust me, my intentions are anything but chivalrous," He said jokingly, flashing you his signature charming smile.

"Oh yeah?" You smiled back, grateful for the dim lighting at the end of the street. You were certain with how red you were flushing, though, he'd be able to see it anyway.

He simply nodded back, his eyes seeming like they were riveted to your face, and you could see him drinking in every feature and- God, you couldn't believe it.

"D'you wanna come on in for a drink?" You blurted out.

Niall laughed the same warm chuckle that had already made you start daydreaming like you were a teenage girl with your first crush. "No beatin' around the bush, I like it- Yeah, I'd love to. I mean, if-"

"She's not home." You'd said, biting your cheek as soon as you said it. Goddamit, you probably seemed desperate, now.

He didn't seem like he minded, though, laughing again as he nodded, quickly rushing out of the car to open your gate for you. You could've sworn he sounded slightly breathless.

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He was all you could think about.

He was everywhere.

You could smell his cologne, woody, spicy, faintly floral- His hands were everywhere, no sooner had you gotten accustomed to the feel of his calloused fingers against one part, he moved on to the next leaving you just as breathless, even through the layers of cloth.

You could still taste the wine you'd shared on your lips- On his.

His fingers brushed against your skin as he slowly pulled the chain down your back, and you couldn't help but gasp sharply.

You felt almost light-headed, like you were going to faint in the best way possible. His lips were on yours, then on your jaw, moving down the side of your throat with a gentleness that made you even more woozy, but the sheer desire behind his touch wasn't concealed.

You lifted your arms, letting him pull the dress off, biting your lip as you stepped out of the pool of satin, leaving it on the floor as you let him back you against the bed slowly and-

This couldn't be happening. You tried to tamp down the thoughts as he let his hands roam over the newly exposed skin. He took his hands off just long enough to let you clamber backwards until you were against the pillows, his hands restarting their exploration instantly and as you felt his thumbs brush the sides of your breasts through your bra you let out another gasp, sharper this time.

He instantly pulled away from where he'd been kissing along your shoulder, searching your face, concerned. "You alright?" He asked softly, lifting his hands till they were just hovering above your skin. "We don't have to-"

You didn't let him finish, lifting slightly to press your lips to his. "I want to." You said simply as you pulled back, placing your hands over his, his palms warm against your waist.

And you did. Every cell in your body screamed to, longed to- needed to. But you couldn't help but keep overthinking, even as you felt yourself melt into his touch.

His hands drifted to unclip your bra, and you arched your back slightly, letting him pull it off, and you were aware of his thumbs brushing against your nipples, making them pebble, and you were aware of how good it felt, but somehow. you were more aware of how he must be feeling the raised ridges of your stretch marks.

You bit down on the inside of your cheek, doing everything to not go down that path. His mouth was on your breast now, trailing along the sides, leaving sloppy open-mouthed kisses, biting down lightly, but his hands were back on your waist, rubbing up and down your sides and- He had to be feeling the rolls.

You bit the inside of your cheek harder, closing your eyes shut, hoping he didn't notice how you'd stiffened against him, hoping your mind would let you have this one moment without feeling the way you always did.

And suddenly, he was off you, his hands weren't on your waist, you couldn't feel his warm breath on your skin and- Yeah. Maybe he just couldn't get over it, and you didn't blame him, but-

And amid the torrent of thoughts, you felt him slowly brush his thumbs against your eyelids and- You hadn't even realised you'd been crying. Fuck.

"Darlin'?" He said softly, and you hesitantly opened your eyes, looking up at him. This is the part where they'd say they couldn't do this. Maybe he had somewhere to be. Maybe he did actually have a partner maybe they weren't together maybe-

"Love, please, talk to me."

You hadn't even realised he'd been talking to you. You cleared your throat, blinking up at him as you exhaled shakily. "'M sorry"

"What for?" He asked, with a tenderness that almost broke your heart.

You shrugged, vaguely gesturing down towards your body, and you could see the realisation in his eyes.

You'd expected him to say something. Some half-assed explanation, something meant to be reassuring, but you had not expected him to press his lips to yours almost hungrily before he pulled back, trailing kisses back down your chest, intentionally following the patterns of your stretch marks and was he-?

His eyes were on your face the whole time, kissing along your sides to your hips, where the marks were so much worse but-

"You have no idea how gorgeous you are, do you?" Niall murmured, his hands still tracing patterns into your skin, leaving behind goosebumps. "So, so fuckin' gorgeous. You have no idea how much I wanted this- Wanted you."

He kept talking as he moved to your thighs, gently pushing them apart, still kissing along your skin. Trailing up your calves, along your thighs, your hipbone- All the while mumbling into your skin, sweet, soft words that would've sounded like sweet nothings to anyone else, but it was the way he said them, the way he looked at you, the way he touched you.

He meant it.

He wanted this. He wanted... you.

And for the first time in god knows how many years, you felt like you could do this without spiralling. It wouldn't just get fixed in one go, with just words, but you somehow knew Niall knew that.

It was a good first step, though. One you wanted to take.

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You couldn't get enough of how he touched you- of how he treated you. Somehow like you were delicate enough to be touched with reverence and care but with an edge of possession and dominance that made your breath hitch with every firm touch, every word of guidance.

"Darlin', just... Look at me, okay? Just feel- Don't think." He murmured against your skin, and God.

You couldn't get over the sight. Of how he looked crouched between your legs, his hair all over the place, the soft arch of his back in the dim lighting- and for once you didn't even care about how your own thighs looked, or the curve of your stomach.

Something about the way he kept his eyes on yours, his lips leaving fluttering almost-not-there kisses along the crook of your thigh, never quite touching you where you wanted him to. He drew back slightly, licking his lips once before he slowly pressed a soft kiss to the very top of your slit, lips not quite leaving your skin as he moved down, eliciting gasps from you every time he touched a sensitive spot.

He dragged his hand up your thigh, pausing at the very top, his thumbs splayed out over your skin as he pulled you open, eyes blown wide with lust as he took you in, swearing under his breath.

You barely had time to register the look on his face before he leaned down, his tongue laving a wide stripe up, tip catching perfectly on your clit and you couldn't care about how pathetic your moan sounded as you arched off the bed.

"Mm, jesus."

He kept up the movements, humming slightly at the sweet, salty tang and- Your fingers flew to his hair on their own accord as he latched onto your clit, suckling at it with the perfect amount of pressure and Jesus.

"You're so fuckin' sweet. Got the sweetest little cunt, baby."

His hands never stopped moving, tracing patterns onto your thighs, gripping you firmly when you squirmed to much- Pulling and pushing and positioning how he liked.

He pulled back, his chin already glistening, staring up at you for a few seconds. "Absolutely gorgeous" he murmured under his breath, low enough that you could barely make it out before he dived back in, his tongue seeking out your entrance, grip tightening in his hair as you felt him plunge straight into you, his nose brushing against your clit, sending bolts of pleasure through you.

You had no idea how long he was down there- It could have been minutes or days for all you were concerned. The only thing that mattered was the feel of his tongue, his hands, his warm breath every time he pulled away.

He pulled back for breath, looking up at you again but this time his fingers slipped into you without warning, the tip of his tongue drawing quick, tight circles around your sensitive nub and the combined sensations were almost too much for you as you tried not to pull his hair to hard, hips bucking up of their own accord.

He curled his fingers slightly, hooking them perfectly into that spot that always sent you reeling with pleasure, pressing against it repeatedly, and his eyes were on you- And the sight did it for you.

You didn't even have time to warn him as you felt your orgasm hurtling towards you, clenching down on his fingers, hips lifting off the bed as you held on to his hair, the only thing grounding you.

He never stopped his movements, letting you ride out the aftershocks, watching you with a look in his eyes you couldn't quite decipher as he finally slowed down, pulling his fingers out slowly as he sat back on his heels, wiping his chin on his hand as he sucked his fingers clean.

You felt light headed, thighs shaking slightly with the force of it. You'd never come that fast before- that easily before, for anyone.

"I could eat that cunt all day every day, I'm not even fuckin' with ya, princess. How d'you taste so fucking good-"

And God, the mouth on this boy. You were thinking of what to say- of how to even form words as he slowly climbed onto you, pressing his lips against your gently.

And you could feel the slight stickiness of your arousal on his lips.

It was the hottest thing you'd ever felt.

You deepened the kiss, moaning into his mouth as you tasted yourself on him and your legs wrapped around him almost on their own accord. You needed him. Now.

"God, darlin' you're so fuckin' hot when you're eager you have no idea,"

Oh. You'd said that out loud.

For some reason you couldn't even find it in yourself to feel ashamed. Something about the way he'd treated you so far just made you feel comfortable in your skin like no one had. As comfortable as you could be, but you didn't allow yourself to dwell on it.

Right now, all you needed was to feel him in you.

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"Sweet jesus, it's like this cunt was made for me"

His breath was warm against your ear, his stubble scratching ever so slightly at your shoulder. You could feel every inch of him- pressed up against you and in you.

He paused, his breathing ragged against your ear as he let you adjust to his size. You'd almost drooled when he'd finally gotten his boxers off- He was a perfect shade of pink, so fucking thick and slightly curved and you could see the veins running over him- hell, you could almost feel them on your tongue.

You'd watched, transfixed as he gave himself a few slow pumps, spreading the glistening precum around and you hadn't even realised it yourself as you'd reached for him, absolutely dying to taste him on your tongue but he'd placed his hand on your wrist, hissing as he felt your fingers wrap around him, shaking his head.

"Later" He'd murmured roughly. "Plenty of time later. Need to be in you first."

And the tone of his voice when he said that, the look in his eyes, the blatancy of his words- You weren't even ashamed of the way you had whimpered.

You'd simply let him move you back up against the pillows, watching him go through his wallet with slightly shaky hands as he pulled out the foil square, smoothing the condom down over his cock- standing proudly at full mast- with one quick movement that was almost pornographic in its ease.

He had caged you down carefully, holding most of his weight on one hand as he had held onto your thigh firmly, bringing it over his hip, letting out a soft contented him as you had obediently wrapped your leg around him.

"M-move, Niall, please-" You whispered. He was stretching you out perfectly, and as much as you appreciated him wanting to be gentle the need to feel him pounding into you was overtaking all sense of rationale.

He didn't reply, teeth gently biting down on your earlobe as he rolled his hips experimentally, letting out a small grunt of satisfaction as you whimpered when you felt his tip press against your g-spot.

He gave a few slow thrusts, gentle enough for it to not hurt but still have your eyes closing as you bit your lip in ecstasy.

"God, you've got the tightest little cunt, you're squeezin' me so good, darlin'" He murmured roughly before he drew back almost completely, your eyes flying open at the sudden emptiness. He raised himself back up on his arms, his eyes on yours as he thrust back in, hard and without warning.

You felt him against your cervix, your eyes rolling back, your hands flying to his back, nails digging in as he repeated the motion, just as fast, just as hard- before setting a smooth pace.

"Jesus- Fuck, oh God."

He was so vocal. There was constantly a stream of something filthy coming from his mouth, exclamations, swears- praises. And god, when coupled with his accent, the way he rasped it out against your skin, the vibrations seemed to heighten everything so much more

Every once in a while, he'd slow down, rolling his hips against yours as he ground his pelvis against your clit and you were certain your eyes would get stuck that way if he kept doing this- kept making you feel this good.

He pulled the same move once more, this time, his lips seeking yours out, tongues sliding against each other messily, his hips moving with abandon now, pounding into you and you can hear the obscene slapping sounds, the squelches, the bed creaking- his heavy breaths in your ear as he pulled away, the sight of his lips, kiss bitten, so red- His pupils blown wide and-

His fingers were on your clit as he sat up a little, rubbing tight, urgent circles, his own face scrunched up with pleasure.

"Come on, princess. God, I need to feel your pretty little pussy squeezing me-"

You could tell he was holding back, wanting you to come first. It was all too much for you as you felt the knot in your stomach twisting and tightening, your toes tingling in that familiar way as you threw your head back against the pillow, hips jerking up helplessly into his touch as you felt your orgasm absolutely ripping through you, each wave making you see stars, your mouth dry from panting.

He never stopped for even a second, his hips moving jerkily as he rode out his orgasm, catching you at a sensitive spot every so often. sending aftershocks buzzing through your body.

"Bloody hell," He murmured roughly, dropping back down on you gently, not yet pulling out as he tried to catch his breath.

That was about right. You couldn't even think straight, let alone think up a sentence.

He just lay there, pressing his lips to your shoulder once in a while, both of you just basking in it.

"Stay" You murmured after a few more minutes. finally having gotten enough of your brain back to atleast say the one word that going through your mind. You wanted him to stay. You needed his warmth next to you and maybe you were being to too forward, hell, it had only been the first date.

But before you could overthink it any further, you felt Niall's stubble gently scratching your shoulder again as he nodded. "I'd love that, yeah" He whispered, his voice still raspy as he gently pulled out, sitting up between your legs.

"I'm gonna go get somethin' to clean you up, alright? Don't move, gorgeous." He said softly, brushing your hair off your sweat sticky forehead as he pressed a gentle kiss to it.

You exhaled softly, watching him get off the bed and into your bathroom. You didn't feel like pulling up your blankets, you didn't feel like hiding. Maybe it was too early to be thinking about it. Well, it most definitely was, but just maybe, this time it would all be okay. You could get used to that.

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[nialls-golf-putt]

realised I don't have a taglist for this account

Rb this or drop a comment or an ask if you wanna be added to it <3

Good Things are coming very very soon i promise 😁

Also!! here's a snippet for my upcoming dom!Niall fic

"Princess, I'm telling you for the last time, you're making it worse for yourself." Niall's voice was level as he spoke but you could see the glint in his eyes. The familiar look he got which often lead up to some of the best orgasms of your life. "I'm not doing anything, Ni. Honest." You said with your best innocent smile, batting your eyelashes as brattily as you could as you bit your lip. You honestly weren't. Maybe. Maybe the table was just small enough that your foot kept brushing against his calf. "You honestly expect me to believe that crap, doll?" Niall asked, coolly raising an eyebrow, his eyes dropping down to the low cut neck of your dress. Plain black satin, the fabric pooling around your collarbones. And maybe the bread basket was just far enough that every time you wanted a roll you had to lean over the table. "Look, baby, all I'm sayin' is if you're getting an eyeful each time I want a roll maybe that's on you for not keeping your eyes up here." You said with a tiny smile, almost bordering on a smirk. And oh fuck, you'd pushed it too far. "Keep running that mouth, princess. Don't stop now," he said calmly, but there was a dangerous edge to his voice as he gestured for the bill, throwing some notes as he took a perfunctory glance at the paper. "It's not gonna change anything. Have your fun, while you can, love."

[nialls-golf-putt]

so i saw a post by @undertheniall a while back and decided to mix a few audios sooo here it is

Full credit to audio owners! onanothernoteJESUSIMIGHTBEPREGNANTAFTERTHAT?!?!!?

[nialls-golf-putt]

So Tell Me Baby... (Feelin' The Love I'm Feelin' Lately?)

Insecure reader x Boy next door! Niall

Basically 4k of Niall worshipping reader ;)

A/N: Hiii so this is based off a request by @pansexualdarling! Hope you like it!

C/W absolute filth, a bit of dirty talk and mentions of self-hatred and body negativity. Keep your mental health first, lovies. You are loved and you are perfect just the way you are. <3

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You honestly couldn't believe it. Even as you sat in front of your mirror, already dressed for the date, you couldn't believe it.

Your neighbourhood was an old one, close knit families that tended to look down on you even though you'd been living there almost as long as them. None of that mattered to you, though.

You had your daughter, the job you'd been dreaming of since you had her in high school- You needed nothing else.

The day he'd moved in, you'd gone over with a huge box of homemade cookies, your daughter in tow, thinking it would be another family- But when the door had swung open to reveal the most devastatingly handsome man you'd seen, with the bluest eyes, and smile radiant enough it had made you go weak in the knees- you knew you had it bad.

You'd initially assumed there must be a family in the picture, at least a wife, a husband- a significant someone, but it had stayed that way, just him alone in the big old house.

You'd allowed yourself to vaguely daydream about it then, staring out of your kitchen window as he mowed his lawn, playing with your daughter on weekends in your yard as he washed his car across the street.

Not that you'd ever admit it to anyone- Or that you ever thought anything would come of it. Guys that looked like him did not date people like you. And they sure as hell didn't stick around.

So when he'd casually asked you, at one of the neighbourhood meetings, no less, if you'd like to go for dinner with him, you had blanked, to say the least.

Still, you'd gathered enough of your wits to give a halfway coherent answer, and he seemed endeared if anything- Which is why you were sitting here, ready an hour early than you'd decided, with your daughter already at your parents, waiting for him.

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Dinner had been perfect.

You still couldn't believe how easy it seemed to talk to him, playful, teasing- It all felt so easy, so comfortable, so... dare you even think it, domestic.

The place had been fancy enough to feel like he'd made an effort without it feeling cloyingly snobbish, the food had been great- and so had the wine.

Which is how you'd found yourself sitting in the passenger seat of his car, watching his profile in the strobing streetlights as he drove. You'd been talking on and off, the silence comfortable, the radio playing softly.

He'd rounded along the cul de sac when you arrived at your street and you couldn't help but give him a small quizzical look.

"I'm dropping you at yours, love." He stated, as if it was the most obvious thing.

"I live across the street from you, Niall." You laughed softly.

He shrugged as though that changed nothing.

"And they say chivalry is dead." You said with a small amused smile as he pulled into your driveway.

"Oh, trust me, my intentions are anything but chivalrous," He said jokingly, flashing you his signature charming smile.

"Oh yeah?" You smiled back, grateful for the dim lighting at the end of the street. You were certain with how red you were flushing, though, he'd be able to see it anyway.

He simply nodded back, his eyes seeming like they were riveted to your face, and you could see him drinking in every feature and- God, you couldn't believe it.

"D'you wanna come on in for a drink?" You blurted out.

Niall laughed the same warm chuckle that had already made you start daydreaming like you were a teenage girl with your first crush. "No beatin' around the bush, I like it- Yeah, I'd love to. I mean, if-"

"She's not home." You'd said, biting your cheek as soon as you said it. Goddamit, you probably seemed desperate, now.

He didn't seem like he minded, though, laughing again as he nodded, quickly rushing out of the car to open your gate for you. You could've sworn he sounded slightly breathless.

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He was all you could think about.

He was everywhere.

You could smell his cologne, woody, spicy, faintly floral- His hands were everywhere, no sooner had you gotten accustomed to the feel of his calloused fingers against one part, he moved on to the next leaving you just as breathless, even through the layers of cloth.

You could still taste the wine you'd shared on your lips- On his.

His fingers brushed against your skin as he slowly pulled the chain down your back, and you couldn't help but gasp sharply.

You felt almost light-headed, like you were going to faint in the best way possible. His lips were on yours, then on your jaw, moving down the side of your throat with a gentleness that made you even more woozy, but the sheer desire behind his touch wasn't concealed.

You lifted your arms, letting him pull the dress off, biting your lip as you stepped out of the pool of satin, leaving it on the floor as you let him back you against the bed slowly and-

This couldn't be happening. You tried to tamp down the thoughts as he let his hands roam over the newly exposed skin. He took his hands off just long enough to let you clamber backwards until you were against the pillows, his hands restarting their exploration instantly and as you felt his thumbs brush the sides of your breasts through your bra you let out another gasp, sharper this time.

He instantly pulled away from where he'd been kissing along your shoulder, searching your face, concerned. "You alright?" He asked softly, lifting his hands till they were just hovering above your skin. "We don't have to-"

You didn't let him finish, lifting slightly to press your lips to his. "I want to." You said simply as you pulled back, placing your hands over his, his palms warm against your waist.

And you did. Every cell in your body screamed to, longed to- needed to. But you couldn't help but keep overthinking, even as you felt yourself melt into his touch.

His hands drifted to unclip your bra, and you arched your back slightly, letting him pull it off, and you were aware of his thumbs brushing against your nipples, making them pebble, and you were aware of how good it felt, but somehow. you were more aware of how he must be feeling the raised ridges of your stretch marks.

You bit down on the inside of your cheek, doing everything to not go down that path. His mouth was on your breast now, trailing along the sides, leaving sloppy open-mouthed kisses, biting down lightly, but his hands were back on your waist, rubbing up and down your sides and- He had to be feeling the rolls.

You bit the inside of your cheek harder, closing your eyes shut, hoping he didn't notice how you'd stiffened against him, hoping your mind would let you have this one moment without feeling the way you always did.

And suddenly, he was off you, his hands weren't on your waist, you couldn't feel his warm breath on your skin and- Yeah. Maybe he just couldn't get over it, and you didn't blame him, but-

And amid the torrent of thoughts, you felt him slowly brush his thumbs against your eyelids and- You hadn't even realised you'd been crying. Fuck.

"Darlin'?" He said softly, and you hesitantly opened your eyes, looking up at him. This is the part where they'd say they couldn't do this. Maybe he had somewhere to be. Maybe he did actually have a partner maybe they weren't together maybe-

"Love, please, talk to me."

You hadn't even realised he'd been talking to you. You cleared your throat, blinking up at him as you exhaled shakily. "'M sorry"

"What for?" He asked, with a tenderness that almost broke your heart.

You shrugged, vaguely gesturing down towards your body, and you could see the realisation in his eyes.

You'd expected him to say something. Some half-assed explanation, something meant to be reassuring, but you had not expected him to press his lips to yours almost hungrily before he pulled back, trailing kisses back down your chest, intentionally following the patterns of your stretch marks and was he-?

His eyes were on your face the whole time, kissing along your sides to your hips, where the marks were so much worse but-

"You have no idea how gorgeous you are, do you?" Niall murmured, his hands still tracing patterns into your skin, leaving behind goosebumps. "So, so fuckin' gorgeous. You have no idea how much I wanted this- Wanted you."

He kept talking as he moved to your thighs, gently pushing them apart, still kissing along your skin. Trailing up your calves, along your thighs, your hipbone- All the while mumbling into your skin, sweet, soft words that would've sounded like sweet nothings to anyone else, but it was the way he said them, the way he looked at you, the way he touched you.

He meant it.

He wanted this. He wanted... you.

And for the first time in god knows how many years, you felt like you could do this without spiralling. It wouldn't just get fixed in one go, with just words, but you somehow knew Niall knew that.

It was a good first step, though. One you wanted to take.

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You couldn't get enough of how he touched you- of how he treated you. Somehow like you were delicate enough to be touched with reverence and care but with an edge of possession and dominance that made your breath hitch with every firm touch, every word of guidance.

"Darlin', just... Look at me, okay? Just feel- Don't think." He murmured against your skin, and God.

You couldn't get over the sight. Of how he looked crouched between your legs, his hair all over the place, the soft arch of his back in the dim lighting- and for once you didn't even care about how your own thighs looked, or the curve of your stomach.

Something about the way he kept his eyes on yours, his lips leaving fluttering almost-not-there kisses along the crook of your thigh, never quite touching you where you wanted him to. He drew back slightly, licking his lips once before he slowly pressed a soft kiss to the very top of your slit, lips not quite leaving your skin as he moved down, eliciting gasps from you every time he touched a sensitive spot.

He dragged his hand up your thigh, pausing at the very top, his thumbs splayed out over your skin as he pulled you open, eyes blown wide with lust as he took you in, swearing under his breath.

You barely had time to register the look on his face before he leaned down, his tongue laving a wide stripe up, tip catching perfectly on your clit and you couldn't care about how pathetic your moan sounded as you arched off the bed.

"Mm, jesus."

He kept up the movements, humming slightly at the sweet, salty tang and- Your fingers flew to his hair on their own accord as he latched onto your clit, suckling at it with the perfect amount of pressure and Jesus.

"You're so fuckin' sweet. Got the sweetest little cunt, baby."

His hands never stopped moving, tracing patterns onto your thighs, gripping you firmly when you squirmed to much- Pulling and pushing and positioning how he liked.

He pulled back, his chin already glistening, staring up at you for a few seconds. "Absolutely gorgeous" he murmured under his breath, low enough that you could barely make it out before he dived back in, his tongue seeking out your entrance, grip tightening in his hair as you felt him plunge straight into you, his nose brushing against your clit, sending bolts of pleasure through you.

You had no idea how long he was down there- It could have been minutes or days for all you were concerned. The only thing that mattered was the feel of his tongue, his hands, his warm breath every time he pulled away.

He pulled back for breath, looking up at you again but this time his fingers slipped into you without warning, the tip of his tongue drawing quick, tight circles around your sensitive nub and the combined sensations were almost too much for you as you tried not to pull his hair to hard, hips bucking up of their own accord.

He curled his fingers slightly, hooking them perfectly into that spot that always sent you reeling with pleasure, pressing against it repeatedly, and his eyes were on you- And the sight did it for you.

You didn't even have time to warn him as you felt your orgasm hurtling towards you, clenching down on his fingers, hips lifting off the bed as you held on to his hair, the only thing grounding you.

He never stopped his movements, letting you ride out the aftershocks, watching you with a look in his eyes you couldn't quite decipher as he finally slowed down, pulling his fingers out slowly as he sat back on his heels, wiping his chin on his hand as he sucked his fingers clean.

You felt light headed, thighs shaking slightly with the force of it. You'd never come that fast before- that easily before, for anyone.

"I could eat that cunt all day every day, I'm not even fuckin' with ya, princess. How d'you taste so fucking good-"

And God, the mouth on this boy. You were thinking of what to say- of how to even form words as he slowly climbed onto you, pressing his lips against your gently.

And you could feel the slight stickiness of your arousal on his lips.

It was the hottest thing you'd ever felt.

You deepened the kiss, moaning into his mouth as you tasted yourself on him and your legs wrapped around him almost on their own accord. You needed him. Now.

"God, darlin' you're so fuckin' hot when you're eager you have no idea,"

Oh. You'd said that out loud.

For some reason you couldn't even find it in yourself to feel ashamed. Something about the way he'd treated you so far just made you feel comfortable in your skin like no one had. As comfortable as you could be, but you didn't allow yourself to dwell on it.

Right now, all you needed was to feel him in you.

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"Sweet jesus, it's like this cunt was made for me"

His breath was warm against your ear, his stubble scratching ever so slightly at your shoulder. You could feel every inch of him- pressed up against you and in you.

He paused, his breathing ragged against your ear as he let you adjust to his size. You'd almost drooled when he'd finally gotten his boxers off- He was a perfect shade of pink, so fucking thick and slightly curved and you could see the veins running over him- hell, you could almost feel them on your tongue.

You'd watched, transfixed as he gave himself a few slow pumps, spreading the glistening precum around and you hadn't even realised it yourself as you'd reached for him, absolutely dying to taste him on your tongue but he'd placed his hand on your wrist, hissing as he felt your fingers wrap around him, shaking his head.

"Later" He'd murmured roughly. "Plenty of time later. Need to be in you first."

And the tone of his voice when he said that, the look in his eyes, the blatancy of his words- You weren't even ashamed of the way you had whimpered.

You'd simply let him move you back up against the pillows, watching him go through his wallet with slightly shaky hands as he pulled out the foil square, smoothing the condom down over his cock- standing proudly at full mast- with one quick movement that was almost pornographic in its ease.

He had caged you down carefully, holding most of his weight on one hand as he had held onto your thigh firmly, bringing it over his hip, letting out a soft contented him as you had obediently wrapped your leg around him.

"M-move, Niall, please-" You whispered. He was stretching you out perfectly, and as much as you appreciated him wanting to be gentle the need to feel him pounding into you was overtaking all sense of rationale.

He didn't reply, teeth gently biting down on your earlobe as he rolled his hips experimentally, letting out a small grunt of satisfaction as you whimpered when you felt his tip press against your g-spot.

He gave a few slow thrusts, gentle enough for it to not hurt but still have your eyes closing as you bit your lip in ecstasy.

"God, you've got the tightest little cunt, you're squeezin' me so good, darlin'" He murmured roughly before he drew back almost completely, your eyes flying open at the sudden emptiness. He raised himself back up on his arms, his eyes on yours as he thrust back in, hard and without warning.

You felt him against your cervix, your eyes rolling back, your hands flying to his back, nails digging in as he repeated the motion, just as fast, just as hard- before setting a smooth pace.

"Jesus- Fuck, oh God."

He was so vocal. There was constantly a stream of something filthy coming from his mouth, exclamations, swears- praises. And god, when coupled with his accent, the way he rasped it out against your skin, the vibrations seemed to heighten everything so much more

Every once in a while, he'd slow down, rolling his hips against yours as he ground his pelvis against your clit and you were certain your eyes would get stuck that way if he kept doing this- kept making you feel this good.

He pulled the same move once more, this time, his lips seeking yours out, tongues sliding against each other messily, his hips moving with abandon now, pounding into you and you can hear the obscene slapping sounds, the squelches, the bed creaking- his heavy breaths in your ear as he pulled away, the sight of his lips, kiss bitten, so red- His pupils blown wide and-

His fingers were on your clit as he sat up a little, rubbing tight, urgent circles, his own face scrunched up with pleasure.

"Come on, princess. God, I need to feel your pretty little pussy squeezing me-"

You could tell he was holding back, wanting you to come first. It was all too much for you as you felt the knot in your stomach twisting and tightening, your toes tingling in that familiar way as you threw your head back against the pillow, hips jerking up helplessly into his touch as you felt your orgasm absolutely ripping through you, each wave making you see stars, your mouth dry from panting.

He never stopped for even a second, his hips moving jerkily as he rode out his orgasm, catching you at a sensitive spot every so often. sending aftershocks buzzing through your body.

"Bloody hell," He murmured roughly, dropping back down on you gently, not yet pulling out as he tried to catch his breath.

That was about right. You couldn't even think straight, let alone think up a sentence.

He just lay there, pressing his lips to your shoulder once in a while, both of you just basking in it.

"Stay" You murmured after a few more minutes. finally having gotten enough of your brain back to atleast say the one word that going through your mind. You wanted him to stay. You needed his warmth next to you and maybe you were being to too forward, hell, it had only been the first date.

But before you could overthink it any further, you felt Niall's stubble gently scratching your shoulder again as he nodded. "I'd love that, yeah" He whispered, his voice still raspy as he gently pulled out, sitting up between your legs.

"I'm gonna go get somethin' to clean you up, alright? Don't move, gorgeous." He said softly, brushing your hair off your sweat sticky forehead as he pressed a gentle kiss to it.

You exhaled softly, watching him get off the bed and into your bathroom. You didn't feel like pulling up your blankets, you didn't feel like hiding. Maybe it was too early to be thinking about it. Well, it most definitely was, but just maybe, this time it would all be okay. You could get used to that.

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So Tell Me Baby... (Feelin' The Love I'm Feelin' Lately?)

Insecure reader x Boy next door! Niall

Basically 4k of Niall worshipping reader ;)

A/N: Hiii so this is based off a request by @pansexualdarling! Hope you like it!

C/W absolute filth, a bit of dirty talk and mentions of self-hatred and body negativity. Keep your mental health first, lovies. You are loved and you are perfect just the way you are. <3

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You honestly couldn't believe it. Even as you sat in front of your mirror, already dressed for the date, you couldn't believe it.

Your neighbourhood was an old one, close knit families that tended to look down on you even though you'd been living there almost as long as them. None of that mattered to you, though.

You had your daughter, the job you'd been dreaming of since you had her in high school- You needed nothing else.

The day he'd moved in, you'd gone over with a huge box of homemade cookies, your daughter in tow, thinking it would be another family- But when the door had swung open to reveal the most devastatingly handsome man you'd seen, with the bluest eyes, and smile radiant enough it had made you go weak in the knees- you knew you had it bad.

You'd initially assumed there must be a family in the picture, at least a wife, a husband- a significant someone, but it had stayed that way, just him alone in the big old house.

You'd allowed yourself to vaguely daydream about it then, staring out of your kitchen window as he mowed his lawn, playing with your daughter on weekends in your yard as he washed his car across the street.

Not that you'd ever admit it to anyone- Or that you ever thought anything would come of it. Guys that looked like him did not date people like you. And they sure as hell didn't stick around.

So when he'd casually asked you, at one of the neighbourhood meetings, no less, if you'd like to go for dinner with him, you had blanked, to say the least.

Still, you'd gathered enough of your wits to give a halfway coherent answer, and he seemed endeared if anything- Which is why you were sitting here, ready an hour early than you'd decided, with your daughter already at your parents, waiting for him.

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Dinner had been perfect.

You still couldn't believe how easy it seemed to talk to him, playful, teasing- It all felt so easy, so comfortable, so... dare you even think it, domestic.

The place had been fancy enough to feel like he'd made an effort without it feeling cloyingly snobbish, the food had been great- and so had the wine.

Which is how you'd found yourself sitting in the passenger seat of his car, watching his profile in the strobing streetlights as he drove. You'd been talking on and off, the silence comfortable, the radio playing softly.

He'd rounded along the cul de sac when you arrived at your street and you couldn't help but give him a small quizzical look.

"I'm dropping you at yours, love." He stated, as if it was the most obvious thing.

"I live across the street from you, Niall." You laughed softly.

He shrugged as though that changed nothing.

"And they say chivalry is dead." You said with a small amused smile as he pulled into your driveway.

"Oh, trust me, my intentions are anything but chivalrous," He said jokingly, flashing you his signature charming smile.

"Oh yeah?" You smiled back, grateful for the dim lighting at the end of the street. You were certain with how red you were flushing, though, he'd be able to see it anyway.

He simply nodded back, his eyes seeming like they were riveted to your face, and you could see him drinking in every feature and- God, you couldn't believe it.

"D'you wanna come on in for a drink?" You blurted out.

Niall laughed the same warm chuckle that had already made you start daydreaming like you were a teenage girl with your first crush. "No beatin' around the bush, I like it- Yeah, I'd love to. I mean, if-"

"She's not home." You'd said, biting your cheek as soon as you said it. Goddamit, you probably seemed desperate, now.

He didn't seem like he minded, though, laughing again as he nodded, quickly rushing out of the car to open your gate for you. You could've sworn he sounded slightly breathless.

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He was all you could think about.

He was everywhere.

You could smell his cologne, woody, spicy, faintly floral- His hands were everywhere, no sooner had you gotten accustomed to the feel of his calloused fingers against one part, he moved on to the next leaving you just as breathless, even through the layers of cloth.

You could still taste the wine you'd shared on your lips- On his.

His fingers brushed against your skin as he slowly pulled the chain down your back, and you couldn't help but gasp sharply.

You felt almost light-headed, like you were going to faint in the best way possible. His lips were on yours, then on your jaw, moving down the side of your throat with a gentleness that made you even more woozy, but the sheer desire behind his touch wasn't concealed.

You lifted your arms, letting him pull the dress off, biting your lip as you stepped out of the pool of satin, leaving it on the floor as you let him back you against the bed slowly and-

This couldn't be happening. You tried to tamp down the thoughts as he let his hands roam over the newly exposed skin. He took his hands off just long enough to let you clamber backwards until you were against the pillows, his hands restarting their exploration instantly and as you felt his thumbs brush the sides of your breasts through your bra you let out another gasp, sharper this time.

He instantly pulled away from where he'd been kissing along your shoulder, searching your face, concerned. "You alright?" He asked softly, lifting his hands till they were just hovering above your skin. "We don't have to-"

You didn't let him finish, lifting slightly to press your lips to his. "I want to." You said simply as you pulled back, placing your hands over his, his palms warm against your waist.

And you did. Every cell in your body screamed to, longed to- needed to. But you couldn't help but keep overthinking, even as you felt yourself melt into his touch.

His hands drifted to unclip your bra, and you arched your back slightly, letting him pull it off, and you were aware of his thumbs brushing against your nipples, making them pebble, and you were aware of how good it felt, but somehow. you were more aware of how he must be feeling the raised ridges of your stretch marks.

You bit down on the inside of your cheek, doing everything to not go down that path. His mouth was on your breast now, trailing along the sides, leaving sloppy open-mouthed kisses, biting down lightly, but his hands were back on your waist, rubbing up and down your sides and- He had to be feeling the rolls.

You bit the inside of your cheek harder, closing your eyes shut, hoping he didn't notice how you'd stiffened against him, hoping your mind would let you have this one moment without feeling the way you always did.

And suddenly, he was off you, his hands weren't on your waist, you couldn't feel his warm breath on your skin and- Yeah. Maybe he just couldn't get over it, and you didn't blame him, but-

And amid the torrent of thoughts, you felt him slowly brush his thumbs against your eyelids and- You hadn't even realised you'd been crying. Fuck.

"Darlin'?" He said softly, and you hesitantly opened your eyes, looking up at him. This is the part where they'd say they couldn't do this. Maybe he had somewhere to be. Maybe he did actually have a partner maybe they weren't together maybe-

"Love, please, talk to me."

You hadn't even realised he'd been talking to you. You cleared your throat, blinking up at him as you exhaled shakily. "'M sorry"

"What for?" He asked, with a tenderness that almost broke your heart.

You shrugged, vaguely gesturing down towards your body, and you could see the realisation in his eyes.

You'd expected him to say something. Some half-assed explanation, something meant to be reassuring, but you had not expected him to press his lips to yours almost hungrily before he pulled back, trailing kisses back down your chest, intentionally following the patterns of your stretch marks and was he-?

His eyes were on your face the whole time, kissing along your sides to your hips, where the marks were so much worse but-

"You have no idea how gorgeous you are, do you?" Niall murmured, his hands still tracing patterns into your skin, leaving behind goosebumps. "So, so fuckin' gorgeous. You have no idea how much I wanted this- Wanted you."

He kept talking as he moved to your thighs, gently pushing them apart, still kissing along your skin. Trailing up your calves, along your thighs, your hipbone- All the while mumbling into your skin, sweet, soft words that would've sounded like sweet nothings to anyone else, but it was the way he said them, the way he looked at you, the way he touched you.

He meant it.

He wanted this. He wanted... you.

And for the first time in god knows how many years, you felt like you could do this without spiralling. It wouldn't just get fixed in one go, with just words, but you somehow knew Niall knew that.

It was a good first step, though. One you wanted to take.

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You couldn't get enough of how he touched you- of how he treated you. Somehow like you were delicate enough to be touched with reverence and care but with an edge of possession and dominance that made your breath hitch with every firm touch, every word of guidance.

"Darlin', just... Look at me, okay? Just feel- Don't think." He murmured against your skin, and God.

You couldn't get over the sight. Of how he looked crouched between your legs, his hair all over the place, the soft arch of his back in the dim lighting- and for once you didn't even care about how your own thighs looked, or the curve of your stomach.

Something about the way he kept his eyes on yours, his lips leaving fluttering almost-not-there kisses along the crook of your thigh, never quite touching you where you wanted him to. He drew back slightly, licking his lips once before he slowly pressed a soft kiss to the very top of your slit, lips not quite leaving your skin as he moved down, eliciting gasps from you every time he touched a sensitive spot.

He dragged his hand up your thigh, pausing at the very top, his thumbs splayed out over your skin as he pulled you open, eyes blown wide with lust as he took you in, swearing under his breath.

You barely had time to register the look on his face before he leaned down, his tongue laving a wide stripe up, tip catching perfectly on your clit and you couldn't care about how pathetic your moan sounded as you arched off the bed.

"Mm, jesus."

He kept up the movements, humming slightly at the sweet, salty tang and- Your fingers flew to his hair on their own accord as he latched onto your clit, suckling at it with the perfect amount of pressure and Jesus.

"You're so fuckin' sweet. Got the sweetest little cunt, baby."

His hands never stopped moving, tracing patterns onto your thighs, gripping you firmly when you squirmed to much- Pulling and pushing and positioning how he liked.

He pulled back, his chin already glistening, staring up at you for a few seconds. "Absolutely gorgeous" he murmured under his breath, low enough that you could barely make it out before he dived back in, his tongue seeking out your entrance, grip tightening in his hair as you felt him plunge straight into you, his nose brushing against your clit, sending bolts of pleasure through you.

You had no idea how long he was down there- It could have been minutes or days for all you were concerned. The only thing that mattered was the feel of his tongue, his hands, his warm breath every time he pulled away.

He pulled back for breath, looking up at you again but this time his fingers slipped into you without warning, the tip of his tongue drawing quick, tight circles around your sensitive nub and the combined sensations were almost too much for you as you tried not to pull his hair to hard, hips bucking up of their own accord.

He curled his fingers slightly, hooking them perfectly into that spot that always sent you reeling with pleasure, pressing against it repeatedly, and his eyes were on you- And the sight did it for you.

You didn't even have time to warn him as you felt your orgasm hurtling towards you, clenching down on his fingers, hips lifting off the bed as you held on to his hair, the only thing grounding you.

He never stopped his movements, letting you ride out the aftershocks, watching you with a look in his eyes you couldn't quite decipher as he finally slowed down, pulling his fingers out slowly as he sat back on his heels, wiping his chin on his hand as he sucked his fingers clean.

You felt light headed, thighs shaking slightly with the force of it. You'd never come that fast before- that easily before, for anyone.

"I could eat that cunt all day every day, I'm not even fuckin' with ya, princess. How d'you taste so fucking good-"

And God, the mouth on this boy. You were thinking of what to say- of how to even form words as he slowly climbed onto you, pressing his lips against your gently.

And you could feel the slight stickiness of your arousal on his lips.

It was the hottest thing you'd ever felt.

You deepened the kiss, moaning into his mouth as you tasted yourself on him and your legs wrapped around him almost on their own accord. You needed him. Now.

"God, darlin' you're so fuckin' hot when you're eager you have no idea,"

Oh. You'd said that out loud.

For some reason you couldn't even find it in yourself to feel ashamed. Something about the way he'd treated you so far just made you feel comfortable in your skin like no one had. As comfortable as you could be, but you didn't allow yourself to dwell on it.

Right now, all you needed was to feel him in you.

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"Sweet jesus, it's like this cunt was made for me"

His breath was warm against your ear, his stubble scratching ever so slightly at your shoulder. You could feel every inch of him- pressed up against you and in you.

He paused, his breathing ragged against your ear as he let you adjust to his size. You'd almost drooled when he'd finally gotten his boxers off- He was a perfect shade of pink, so fucking thick and slightly curved and you could see the veins running over him- hell, you could almost feel them on your tongue.

You'd watched, transfixed as he gave himself a few slow pumps, spreading the glistening precum around and you hadn't even realised it yourself as you'd reached for him, absolutely dying to taste him on your tongue but he'd placed his hand on your wrist, hissing as he felt your fingers wrap around him, shaking his head.

"Later" He'd murmured roughly. "Plenty of time later. Need to be in you first."

And the tone of his voice when he said that, the look in his eyes, the blatancy of his words- You weren't even ashamed of the way you had whimpered.

You'd simply let him move you back up against the pillows, watching him go through his wallet with slightly shaky hands as he pulled out the foil square, smoothing the condom down over his cock- standing proudly at full mast- with one quick movement that was almost pornographic in its ease.

He had caged you down carefully, holding most of his weight on one hand as he had held onto your thigh firmly, bringing it over his hip, letting out a soft contented him as you had obediently wrapped your leg around him.

"M-move, Niall, please-" You whispered. He was stretching you out perfectly, and as much as you appreciated him wanting to be gentle the need to feel him pounding into you was overtaking all sense of rationale.

He didn't reply, teeth gently biting down on your earlobe as he rolled his hips experimentally, letting out a small grunt of satisfaction as you whimpered when you felt his tip press against your g-spot.

He gave a few slow thrusts, gentle enough for it to not hurt but still have your eyes closing as you bit your lip in ecstasy.

"God, you've got the tightest little cunt, you're squeezin' me so good, darlin'" He murmured roughly before he drew back almost completely, your eyes flying open at the sudden emptiness. He raised himself back up on his arms, his eyes on yours as he thrust back in, hard and without warning.

You felt him against your cervix, your eyes rolling back, your hands flying to his back, nails digging in as he repeated the motion, just as fast, just as hard- before setting a smooth pace.

"Jesus- Fuck, oh God."

He was so vocal. There was constantly a stream of something filthy coming from his mouth, exclamations, swears- praises. And god, when coupled with his accent, the way he rasped it out against your skin, the vibrations seemed to heighten everything so much more

Every once in a while, he'd slow down, rolling his hips against yours as he ground his pelvis against your clit and you were certain your eyes would get stuck that way if he kept doing this- kept making you feel this good.

He pulled the same move once more, this time, his lips seeking yours out, tongues sliding against each other messily, his hips moving with abandon now, pounding into you and you can hear the obscene slapping sounds, the squelches, the bed creaking- his heavy breaths in your ear as he pulled away, the sight of his lips, kiss bitten, so red- His pupils blown wide and-

His fingers were on your clit as he sat up a little, rubbing tight, urgent circles, his own face scrunched up with pleasure.

"Come on, princess. God, I need to feel your pretty little pussy squeezing me-"

You could tell he was holding back, wanting you to come first. It was all too much for you as you felt the knot in your stomach twisting and tightening, your toes tingling in that familiar way as you threw your head back against the pillow, hips jerking up helplessly into his touch as you felt your orgasm absolutely ripping through you, each wave making you see stars, your mouth dry from panting.

He never stopped for even a second, his hips moving jerkily as he rode out his orgasm, catching you at a sensitive spot every so often. sending aftershocks buzzing through your body.

"Bloody hell," He murmured roughly, dropping back down on you gently, not yet pulling out as he tried to catch his breath.

That was about right. You couldn't even think straight, let alone think up a sentence.

He just lay there, pressing his lips to your shoulder once in a while, both of you just basking in it.

"Stay" You murmured after a few more minutes. finally having gotten enough of your brain back to atleast say the one word that going through your mind. You wanted him to stay. You needed his warmth next to you and maybe you were being to too forward, hell, it had only been the first date.

But before you could overthink it any further, you felt Niall's stubble gently scratching your shoulder again as he nodded. "I'd love that, yeah" He whispered, his voice still raspy as he gently pulled out, sitting up between your legs.

"I'm gonna go get somethin' to clean you up, alright? Don't move, gorgeous." He said softly, brushing your hair off your sweat sticky forehead as he pressed a gentle kiss to it.

You exhaled softly, watching him get off the bed and into your bathroom. You didn't feel like pulling up your blankets, you didn't feel like hiding. Maybe it was too early to be thinking about it. Well, it most definitely was, but just maybe, this time it would all be okay. You could get used to that.

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(posting todayyyy? Maybe tomorrow but he's nearly done soft neighbour Niall is making me all 🫠 I can't thank @pansexualdarling enough for the prompt)

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Ok this time fr it's nearly done

Life happened last time and I couldn't post but it should ideally be out this weekend 🤩

Snippy Snip

I know i said I'm posting todayyy but i can't figure out how to end this fic, so here's a snippet instead 😭 It's basically gonna be a couple thousand words of Niall worshipping reader 😁

Promise I'll post tomorrow <3

Which is how you'd found yourself sitting in the passenger seat of his car, watching his profile in the strobing streetlights as he drove. You'd been talking on and off, the silence comfortable, the radio playing softly. He'd rounded along the cul de sac when you arrived at your street and you couldn't help but give him a small quizzical look. "I'm dropping you at yours, love." He stated, as if it was the most obvious thing. "I live across the street from you, Niall." You laughed softly. He shrugged as though that changed nothing. "And they say chivalry is dead." You said with a small amused smile as he pulled into your driveway. "Oh, trust me, my intentions are anything but chivalrous," He said jokingly, flashing you his signature charming smile.

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Snippy Snip

I know i said I'm posting todayyy but i can't figure out how to end this fic, so here's a snippet instead 😭 It's basically gonna be a couple thousand words of Niall worshipping reader 😁

Promise I'll post tomorrow <3

Which is how you'd found yourself sitting in the passenger seat of his car, watching his profile in the strobing streetlights as he drove. You'd been talking on and off, the silence comfortable, the radio playing softly. He'd rounded along the cul de sac when you arrived at your street and you couldn't help but give him a small quizzical look. "I'm dropping you at yours, love." He stated, as if it was the most obvious thing. "I live across the street from you, Niall." You laughed softly. He shrugged as though that changed nothing. "And they say chivalry is dead." You said with a small amused smile as he pulled into your driveway. "Oh, trust me, my intentions are anything but chivalrous," He said jokingly, flashing you his signature charming smile.

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tell me why i made myself cry writing this fic

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Just so i can hold myself accountable: today's the day y'all get the next oneshot 🫡 I'll finish it no matter what I've already got a great idea for the next one

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Going on this one's slow 🤧 but we're getting there!

Snippets soon <3

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You Say It Tastes Like Candy

Niall thinks you just woke up in a really really good mood. He's in for a hell of a ride.

c/w: face riding, a hint of come eating and blowjobs ;) just a fluffy silly little smutty bit

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You rolled over in bed, burying your face under the duvet. The sun was shining in your face. Why was- Niall must've forgotten to pull the blackouts last night, you realised sleepily.

And no matter how much you tried, you just couldn't fall back asleep. Stifling a yawn, you sat up in bed, watching the sunlight pouring in through the sheer curtains.

Niall was still fast asleep, curled up sideways with his head on his hands, knees bent with his hair falling over his forehead. You pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, brushing the hair back. "Morning, Ni." You whispered, to which he grumbled something sleepily, turning his back to the curtains, and also- you.

So much for a romantic morning. Shaking your head to yourself, you pulled the covers off, ignoring his sleepy protests as you settled between his legs.

"Niall," You said in a soft sing-song voice, pressing kisses along his thighs, fingers playing along the waistband of his boxers.

"Mmph?" He mumbled sleepily, head now buried under his pillow.

Wasting no time, smirking to yourself, you slowly pressed your lips to the bulge through the thin fabric, eliciting an instant response from him (which you couldn't make out either, but sounded suspiciously like 'no fair babe').

Thank god for morning wood, you chuckled to yourself as you left open-mouthed kisses along his hip bones, following the trail of hair and tugging at the elastic with your teeth, to which he quickly obligingly raised his hips.

Men. You couldn't help but chuckle against his skin, goosebumps spreading at your warm breath as you pulled down his boxers, Niall bending one knee to help it off, spreading further to give you the space you needed.

You kept your eyes on him, smiling slightly to yourself as you dipped your head down, tongue darting out in kitten licks along his head, already angry red and weeping with precum.

You flattened your tongue, savouring the bitter feel of it, licking a broad stripe up from his balls, pausing at the spot under his head you knew he loved, keeping your tongue pointed as you drew patterns along the silky skin.

"Babe-" He whined softly.

"Mhm?" You asked, not taking your mouth off of him, pressing featherlight kisses along the underside of his cock, tracing the vein on your way up.

"'S today somethin' I'm forgetting-?" He asked groggily, lifting his head up slightly to look down at you before breaking off with a loud moan as you ducked your head down, swallowing him down halfway before popping off. You slowly wrapped your fingers around his now slick length, giving him a few slow firm pumps.

"Not that I know of." You hummed, hollowing your cheeks as you took him in again, hand wrapped around the base, squeezing gently.

"Bloody hell- 'S a damn good way to- fuck- wake up, then." He choked out as he looked down at you, his breath coming out in sharp gasps already, pupils blown wide.

You hummed softly around him, knowing it drove him crazy when you did, fingers dancing along his balls teasingly as you kept up the slow movements. His fingers were in your hair in no time, gripping tightly at the nape of your neck as he guided you, doing his best to not buck his hips up into your mouth.

"Fuck- Your mouth feels so fuckin' good, princess," He groaned out, grip tightening on your head as he held you down for a few seconds, letting out a string of expletives as he hit the back of your throat.

"That's it, fuck, you're so pretty when you're on your knees- oh, bloody-" He broke off with a deep moan, his hands gripping your hair so tightly you were certain you felt it pulled at the roots.

You couldn't help but smirk at his reactions, your grip on him tightening, enjoying the way his body responded to every flick of your tongue and touch of your hands. You glanced up at him, taking in his hair already clinging to his forehead, eyes scrunched shut, his lips parted with silent moans before you quickly popped off him, wiping your chin with your palm.

"Hey!" Niall protested immediately, his eyes flying open. "Princess, what the fuck?" He whined, all but pouting at you as he made grabby hands towards you where you were sitting back on your heels between his legs.

"I was so closeee." He said, making puppy eyes up at you but you shook your head, crawling towards the headboard. His eyes watched your every move, biting his lip to stifle a whimper as you pulled off the tshirt you wore to bed, leaving you clad only in your panties.

"Be patient, Ni." You said with a small smirk. "Good things come to those who wait," You said with a soft laugh, echoing what he always told you when he was in a teasing mood, leaving you whining and frustrated. It felt good to be on the other side for once.

Ignoring his grumbles, you slowly pulled off your underwear, smiling inwardly as you saw the glimmer in his eyes for a second as you straddled his waist. "You just had to ask, babe-" He started cockily, and you giggled as you saw the smug expression slip off his face as you slowly moved up, carefully putting your knees on either side of his shoulders.

"Oh"

That was all he said for a few seconds, his hands gripping your thighs, eyes riveted to your face.

"Get to work, Horan." You said with a soft laugh, wiggling your hips playfully.

He raised his eyebrow, face still turned up at you.

"Don't make me ask again, Ni."

"Do I atleast get to know what I did, cause there's always-"

"No. Later." You said, biting the inside of your cheek to stifle your smile.

"Yes, ma'am." He said, chuckling softly before he took a deep breath, wasting no time at all as he flattened his tongue, laving it along your slit, humming at the taste of your arousal. He darted along the sides, licking up stripes with his tongue pointed, pulling you down onto his face, his nose brushing your clit.

"If you're gonna sit on my face at least do it properly." He mumbled muffled against you, and you bit your lip as you felt the vibrations through you.

He kept his grip firm, fingers digging into your thighs as his tongue moved with finesse, darting along your swollen bud, teeth grazing against it for a second as you let out a loud moan, bracing yourself on the headboard, your hips grinding forward instinctively.

He groaned at the movement, urging you on, the vibrations causing you to whimper even louder, lightheaded already as he moved his tongue just the way you liked it, mumbling muffled praises against you.

"Niall, fuck, I-" You bit your lip, letting out a sound between a whine and a whimper as he teasingly let his tongue circle your entrance, dipping in just enough to leave you desperate for more.

His hands traced up your sides, cupping your breasts as you moved against his tongue, his stubble scratching ever so slightly at your skin. He pinched down on a nipple, rolling the hardened nub, moaning in satisfaction against you as it pebbled under his touch.

He kneaded at the flesh desperately, his other hand firm on your waist as his tongue finally slipped into you.

You gripped desperately at the headboard, the only thing grounding you as his hands danced over your body, playing with your arse as he built up a steady pace, his tongue fucking into you deliciously, curling it just right to press against the right spots, his nose nudging your clit every so often as you could feel your thighs starting to shake, the familiar knot tightening in your belly.

"Ni- Babe-" You whimpered out, trying to form a sentence as he squeezed at your flesh, fingers digging in and you instinctively leaned back, hand trailing along his abs, following the trail of hair as you grasped him, precum dripping down his entire length as you began stroking him in time with his tongue, his moan sending shockwaves through your body.

You couldn't even control the movement of your hips, grinding shamelessly against his mouth. Niall reached up, tracing his path along your breasts and waist down to your ass before giving you a firm smack, the sheer surprise of it more than anything sending you over the edge, waves of pleasure passing through you, your toes tingling as you rode out your orgasm, feeling like your knees were giving out on you.

Vaguely, you were aware of his own hips jerking against your hands, his warm come splattering all over your hand and his stomach as he caught his breath against you, tapping your thigh after a few seconds.

Chest still heaving, you slowly climbed off him, flopping down next to him. You brought your hand up to your mouth, licking off some of the warm come before holding it out in front of his mouth, trailing your damp fingers along his lips as he quickly captured your fingers in his mouth, making quick work of it, pressing a kiss to the fingertips before he let go.

You slowly lifted your head up, wiping your arousal off his glistening chin with your palm, chuckling slightly to yourself as he caught your hand, licking it clean again. "You're insatiable, Ni."

He laughed softly, trailing kisses up to your wrist as he looked at you. "Can't deny the allegations."

You exhaled softly, closing your eyes as you laid down beside him again.

"You know," He said, his voice hoarse. "If that's your idea of being all strict and punishing me, I wouldn't mind you punishing me daily."

"Shut up," You giggled, fondly swatting his chest.

"Can I at least now know what i did, though?" He asked, pulling you into his side as he carded his fingers through your hair.

"You forgot to pull the curtains last night." You murmured, nuzzling into the crook of his neck.

"That's it!?" He said, with a soft incredulous laugh.

"What do you mean that's it?" You asked, unable to not laugh along. "The sun got in my eyes and woke me up- And then you turned your back to me when i tried to be all sweet and wake you up."

"Oh no no- Don't give me that." Niall said playfully. "There were no sweet intentions behind waking me up- It was all personal vendetta/ 'I woke up so now he will too'."

"Was not!" You protested, laughing.

"It so was."

"There'll so definitely be a round two for that." You said, fake stern, giggling slightly.

"Get some breakfast in me, princess, and I'll do it twice." Niall grinned.

"Oh you're so on"

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