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[nialls-golf-putt]

can you write one where niall has just played the biggest show of his career and his gf is very proud of him and they end up having some dirty sex and maybe a bit of sub/dom as well?

Summer Skin Pressed on Mine

A/N: Alright a quick filthyyy one it's just pwp, i didn't go too hard on dom!Niall causeee well 🤷‍♀️ he's still a soft dom if you squint, let's gooo

CW : Dom/Sub dynamics, oral (m recieving), teabagging, praise kink, choking, breathplay, teeny tiny sweat kink (whoops?), even tinier humiliation kinky (he uses slut like twice at best) and uhhh dirty talk as always i spose

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It had been one of his biggest nights ever. He'd been talking to you about it since they say they announced the tour, and watching him sell out not only one but two nights at the MSG might've been one of the proudest moments of your life.

He'd flown you out for the two shows, of course, and even though you'd had to stand in one of the boxes above instead of being in the pit in front of the stage like you would have wanted to, you already knew it was going to be one of your favourite memories.

You'd ended up crying when he came on stage, guitar in hand, looking like a wet dream, and again when he'd broken down during his speech thanking the fans, and once more when he and the band took their final bows. You weren't even ashamed of the number of tissues you went through.

You'd slipped back to the hotel, knowing him and the band would be a while before they got back, wanting him to get to properly celebrate with them too. You had plenty ideas of your own for a celebration when he got back.

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He took a bit longer than expected, but as soon as you heard the soft snick of the key card in the hotel room's door you were up on your feet, pulling him into a huge hug.

"Darlin', I'm still sweaty off the stage," he chuckled, lifting his arms a bit.

"Don't care," you mumbled, burying your face in the crook of his neck, pulling his arms down and around you before wrapping your own tightly around his waist, squeezing him.

You didn't know how long you stood there, breathing in his spicy cologne, the familiar musky smell of his sweat and the faintest bitter hint of hops from the beer he must've had.

"Pet, you still with me?" Niall mumbled after a bit, sounding amused as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

You nodded slightly, pressing a soft kiss to the base of his neck, the metal of his chain cold against your lips before pulling back to look at him.

"'M just so so proud I feel like I could burst and I really don't have words for it," you admitted.

He just gave you a smile soft enough to make you melt, his eyes glinting a bit. "Baby, I know, alright? I feel it. Don't go getting soppy or I'll end up cryin'. Again. And lord knows I've done my fair share of that already,"

You smiled, finally letting go of him, sitting down on the edge of the bed, watching him take off the vest he'd worn, and then the tank top. It almost felt like a sort of dance, the grace with which he always undressed.

In the beggining of your relationship, you'd been too busy tearing off each other's clothes whenever you took them off to ever properly notice, but through the years of waking up and going to bed together, getting dressed for events and undressed after, you'd developed an appreciation for all the little things he did.

"Stop starin' at me like that, or I'm gonna blush," He said jokingly, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head. "I'm just gonna take a shower real quick, pet. I'll be out in a bit. You get your pretty ass in bed, yeah? I want post concert cuddles."

You hummed, pressing a kiss to the centre of his chest where he was still standing in front of you. His hair tickled your face a bit, and he smelled like sweat mixed with his favourite deodorant, but you really didn't mind.

Niall laughed softly, running his fingers through your hair before gently pulling your head back from where it was nuzzled against him, ruffling your hair fondly before letting go.

"You're such a freaky little thing, sometimes it scares me, princess," He grinned teasingly. "Makes me afraid to-"

"Fuck off," you giggled, picking up one of the throw pillows and halfheartedly throwing it towards him. He caught it with a soft chuckle, a wide grin on his face.

"You're gonna pay for that, darlin'," He said, that familiar twinkle in his eye as he threw the pillow back at you, landing against you with a soft thud, still laughing as you picked it back up. He shut the door before you could throw it back at him, his loud laughter echoing through the room even through the thick door, saying something that you couldn't quite make out but sounded suspiciously like 'your cute little ass is gonna regret that'.

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A few minutes later, the soft sounds of the water echoing against the tiles stopped, and you looked up from your phone, a thoroughly scrubbed looking Niall emerging from the door, towel wrapped around his waist.

His cheeks were slightly pink from the warm water, his hair still damp and sticking to his forehead. You could see a few stray drops of water his towel must've missed glinting against his pecs and you wanted nothing more than to lick them off.

You'd been sitting on the bed wrapped in one of the fluffy hotel robes, and as soon as you saw him, you made grabby hands at him, pouting without even realising it.

"Can I at least put on my pants first, babe?" He chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

"Absolutely not. Less to take off later, c'mere," You demanded, your hands still outstretched.

He let out a fond sigh, rolling his eyes as he drew the blankets back. Before he could sit down, however, you pointedly stared at him, eyes raking over his body, lingering at his happy trail leading down into his towel, tutting softly.

"What now?!" He exclaimed, rolling his eyes as he pulled the towel off before slipping in next to you, his arms wrapping around your waist instinctively, pulling you in closer to him.

You buried your face in the crook of his neck, breathing in the clean scent of his body wash before pressing your lips to the soft skin at the base of neck. Your leg wrapped around his waist without even thinking, pressing closer to him.

"Pet, are you in one of your moods again?" He asked, fond exasperation apparent in his voice.

"What mood?" You mumbled grumpily against his skin, drawing your head back just enough to look him in the eye.

"'Cause if you wanted me naked in the bed, you coulda just asked instead of bein' a pouty little brat, yknow that, right, princess?" He hummed, hoisting your leg a bit higher on his waist until you were pressed up against him, his skin slightly damp and soft against yours.

"I dunno what you're talking about," You grumbled, not ready to give in just yet.

"Oh, we're playin' it like that then, are we?" He grinned, wrapping your hair around his hand, tugging it gently once. "C'mon, then," He said, his hands firm on your hips as he maneuvered you around, ignoring you giggling protests until you were lying almost completely on top of him.

You exhaled softly, cheek pressed against his chest, pressing lazy kisses wherever you could reach. You could feel him stirring under you, his semi becoming more and more apparent against your stomach even through the thick robe.

You gently bit down on one of his pecs, shifting till you were resting between his legs.

"That's a good girl," Niall murmured, his voice already a bit raspy, his hands fumbling with the sash tied around your waist. "C'mon, darlin', back up a bit."

You quickly complied, lifting off him just enough, shrugging the thick cotton off your shoulders, lying back down on him as he threw it off somewhere, landing with a soft flump.

"Love you so so much," You whispered into his skin, punctuating each word with a kiss.

"Me too, sweet pea," Niall mumbled, his palms rough against your back, lazily stroking down your back before resting lazily just above the curve of your ass. He paused for a moment, kissing the top of your head, his eyelashes fluttering against your skin.

"Go on, then, darlin',"

He didn't even have to specify. You had become so in tune with him, with the unsaid directions, the way his body would betray his soft gentleness despite his firm words.

You met his eyes for a moment, leaving a trail of kisses down his sternum, eyes closed as you let yourself feel the warmth, the softness of his skin. You let your tongue dart out, tracing the planes of his hipbones, his erection becoming more and more apparent against you by the minute.

You could feel yourself throbbing, your clit aching for attention, but in the moment, you just wanted to be good for Niall. You wanted to show him just how proud you were, to fulfill his every need. He was all that mattered.

You trailed your lips along his thighs, the hair tickling you slightly, smiling against his skin, going down to his knee and kissing the scar before starting back up, curving along the muscle to his inner thigh.

His breathing kept hitching every so often, and even though you hadn't looked up you knew his eyes were firmly on you.

"Princess, if you think you're going to get away with teasin' me-"

"I'm not teasing," You interrupted before he could finish.

"Don't be a brat," Niall snapped, but even despite the firm tone, the way his hand wrapped around your hair was gentle, and when he pulled you back to meet his eyes-

"They're so blue, yknow?" You blurted out.

"What?" He asked with a small amused smirk.

"Your eyes," You said, rolling your own

"You're being a brat again."

"I'm trying to be romantic."

"Well I'd rather you try to be a good girl and put your mouth on my dick."

That shut you up. Your eyes widened, and you nodded, kissing him softly before kneeling again as he spread his legs a bit further for you.

You met his eyes, reaching out to slowly stroke him.

"Nuh uh. No hands," Niall smirked.

You exhaled, giving him a small eye roll before holding your wrist behind your back. This made life a lot more difficult.

You kissed his inner thigh again, biting at the soft skin, moaning for no reason at all. You could smell him, you could feel his warmth- and even though he hadn't even technically done anything yet, you could feel yourself getting floaty.

You blindly kissed along the skin, breathing him in, letting his soft sounds wash over you, tongue darting along the seam of his balls. You inhaled before taking one into your mouth, sucking gently, smirking a bit at how loud he instantly moaned. Bet he hadn't expected that.

"Christ, darlin', just like that-" His voice was raspy, his hands were firm in your hair.

You switched to the other, wishing badly you could've just rolled them between your fingers but oh well.

"'M so fucking proud of you. Like, so proud. Love you so much," You mumbled, pulling off, kissing along the underside of his cock, following the prominent vein.

He was leaking precum against his abs, you noticed, and intentionally pressing your breasts against his length, you moved to lick it off his skin, eyes on his.

"Love you too, babe. You're makin' me feel so good. Keep goin', yeah?"

You nodded slightly, fumbling a bit before finally slipping his head in your mouth. You sucked softly, hollowing your cheeks, tongue drawing out as much precum as you could, teasing his slit, savouring how it felt on your tongue.

"Mngh, what'd I say about teasin' me-"

You looked up at him, widening your eyes innocently before taking him all the way in one go. You gagged slightly, your nose brushing his skin, eyes watering a bit, but didn't move, staying there.

The gasp he'd let out belonged in a museum. The way his back had arched belonged in a museum. The way he'd moaned your name- It was the most beautiful sight you'd ever seen, stuffed full of cock or not.

You stayed there until you felt a bit lightheaded, pulling off just enough to suck in a shallow breath before starting to move. You'd thought you'd be slow, calculated, draw it out for him, but the moment his eyes met yours, the devotion in them apparent even as he firmly guided your head, all control was out of the window.

It was sloppy, messy, desperate, almost. You could hear the wet sounds, and somewhere in the back of your mind you knew it was you, but the only thing you could feel in the moment was the weight of him on your tongue, and the way he was looking at you. Your entire world had been narrowed down to that much.

Niall groaned deeply again, his head pressing back against the pillow. "Sweetheart, you need to- fuck, slow down- or I'm not gonna last."

You wanted to listen. You wanted to be good and pull off but you couldn't. He just felt so good. So addictive.

"Princess, slow down," He said firmly, before tugging on your hair when you didn't, sending tears prickling in your eyes as he pulled you off. "Look at me."

He waited till you met his eyes, sitting back on your heels. "i'm going to need you to listen and be good for me. I don't feel like punishing you today, sweetheart."

His voice was gentle, his hands were all over you. It was nice. You felt nice. You felt empty, too, though. So so empty. You pouted slightly at him, but he gave you a soft fond chuckle, wiping your eyes instead.

"You're already gone, aren't you?" When you didn't reply, he shook his head fondly. "Colour, sweetheart?"

Colour. Right. Um. You were supposed to speak. You nodded. Green. Wait. You had to speak out loud. "Green," You finally managed to say.

Niall, who'd been looking ever so slightly concerned, nodded, pressing his lips to your forehead. "Get on all fours, then."

You nodded, watching him place a pillow by the headboard, smiling slightly as you arched your back, waist down, cheek against the sheets.

"Pretty girl," He breathed out, getting a handful of your ass, squeezing gently. "Soaking wet for me," He mumbled, his fingers swiping through your slit.

Your back arched further, hips pressing back into the touch, realising how badly you needed him as soon as his dick was out of your mouth.

"Drippin' down your thighs," He chuckled, his fingers sticking slightly as he teased you, his chest pressed against your back, breath warm on your ear, his dick rubbing against your ass every so often, smearing his precum against your skin. "Take a good deep breath, princess."

You barely registered his words, inhaling, and his fingers were wrapped around your throat, and the very moment he squeezed, sending you floating further, he pushed forward, filling you up deliciously as he constricted your breath.

You wanted to moan, you wanted to call his name, you wanted to reply to the sweet words he was mumbling in your ear but god, none of it mattered. You could've sworn you felt every ridge, every vein, dragging sooo well against all your spots, taking a shaky breath each time he relieved some of the pressure on your throat.

"Get even tighter when I'm chokin' ya, such a good little slut for me," He broke off with a deep groan as you clenched harder ar his words. "Jesus, darlin'."

And then his mouth was on your ear, teeth latching gently to each of the piercings in turn, tugging just enough to have you arching further into his touch, getting more lightheaded by the second.

You could feel his balls slapping against your clit every so often with a particularly hard thrust, sending further sparks through your body.

"Good girl, fuck- You're taking it so fuckin' well, baby," His breath was hot against your skin, goosebumps running down your already oversensitive skin.

"Close, pet?" He mumbled, sucking at the base of your neck as you nodded. The teasing, the breathplay, his filthy mouth- It was a wonder you hadn't come already.

He let go of your neck and you automatically drew in a deep breath, the sudden rush of air making you even dizzier, if anything. And then suddenly you were completely empty. You whined as you realised he'd pulled out, hips pushing back instinctively.

"Sweetheart, stop bein' such a needy little slut," He chuckled, tapping your hip. "I just wanted to see your face when you come, c'mon, turn around."

Oh. Oh.

Biting your lip, you turned around, spreading your legs without his having to ask, pulling him down for a kiss as soon as he was pressed up against you. Your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, his pelvic bone grinding against your clit with every thrust.

"Ni, I'm-" You gasped, pulling away for breath as he sat back slightly, his hands angling your hips up slightly.

"Come on, darlin'. Give it to me. Fall apart on my cock, baby," His fingers were on your clit in an instant, drawing tight little circles, rubbing it just the way you liked. "C'mon, princess. Be a good girl and come all over my cock."

Your hips were lifting up the mattress with each thrust, eagerly meeting his, head pushing into the pillow, eyes closed as you bit your lip.

"C'mon, pretty girl. Squeeze me tight, go on," And christ, this man's mouth. "Milk me with that pretty little cunt, baby, give it to-"

You were sure the noises coming out of you weren't even in your control anymore. It was all him, his fingers his mouth his fucking cock. He was everywhere, his scent was everywhere, the room smelled like sex and his sweat and his shampoo and his weight was on you, and you could feel him pulsing ever so slightly, warm cum filling you up.

You wrapped your arms around him, holding him tight through his orgasm, his hips stuttering against yours, shaking your head as he tried to pull back.

"Keep it in," You mumbled, as he gingerly shifted you both, whining as he pulled out for a moment before slipping back in as soon as he had positioned you over his chest.

"My arms were dead, idiot. I was just gettin' comfy. You get so needy for my cock it's almost unreal. Cock dumb little princess," He chuckled, his fingers threading through yours, free hand carding through your hair.

"Don't call me an idiot when your cock is still in me," You mumbled, playfully biting his pec.

"I'll do whatever I like, don't get bratty," He grinned, halfheartedly slapping your ass with a tired arm. "Love you."

"Love you so much," You smiled back, pressing a kiss to the bite mark. "Doof." You added with a grin of your own.

"Way to treat your man." He deadpanned with a small smirk he couldn't quite hide all the way.

"Exactly the way," You giggled, kissing him before pulling back with a mischievous smile. "'M not done with you, just so you know."

"Let me get my arms back and you can show me just how proud you are, alright?"

"Deal."

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DAMNNNNN THIS IS HOT

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I see us in black and white!

🤍: u & niall just really, really love each other. and seeing him hold a baby made u feel crazy!!

☁️: fingering, p in v, fluff

🖇️: masterlist

🖋️: 2.4k words

niall is holding a beer loosely between his fingers, laughing at something one of his friends says. you’re curled up in the corner of the couch, plate balanced on your knees, but you’re not really eating. you're watching him.

the party buzzes around you with glasses clinking, silverware scraping plates, low music playing from someone's phone left on the counter. you should probably be mingling, should probably be doing something more social, but niall’s got that easy smile on his face, the one that always knocks the air out of your lungs a little bit.

he's so good at this. talking to everyone, making jokes, remembering little details about everyone's lives. you watch the way he leans in when someone else is talking, how his eyes crinkle when he laughs, how he taps the side of his beer bottle against the table like he's keeping time with the conversation.

he glances over at you once, like he can feel you staring, and his mouth lifts into something a little softer than the smile he’s giving everyone else. he tips his head like he’s asking if you’re okay. you nod, giving him a small smile, and he winks before turning back to the conversation.

your chest aches. you love him so much you can feel it in your fingertips, in the hollow of your throat, in the way your ribs feel too small to hold it all in.

someone calls niall’s name, and he shifts, looking over. a couple is standing near the fireplace, beaming, holding a small baby in a blue blanket.

niall's face changes instantly — something tender blooming over his features like he can't help it. he’s already moving toward them before you even register it, setting his beer down and rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly when they hold the baby out for him to see.

he’s cautious at first, like he’s afraid of breaking the baby just by breathing too hard. his hands hover awkwardly in the air until the mother laughs and settles the baby into his arms for him.

you see it happen, the moment he relaxes, the moment he looks down at the tiny, blinking face and smiles like the whole world just cracked open at his feet.

niall whispers something you can’t hear, and the baby blinks up at him like they understand each other. you could cry just from looking at them.

he's so gentle. big hands supporting the baby's head, rocking side to side without even thinking about it, murmuring nonsense words under his breath like he's been doing it his whole life.

you bite your lip to keep yourself from smiling too big. you're not even sure he knows he's swaying. you're not even sure he knows he's glowing.

someone says something that makes the group laugh again, but niall doesn't look up. until he does and he’s looking directly at you. with the softest smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. he nods his chin at you, beckoning you over with a small tilt of his head.

"this is henry," niall says, voice low and warm. the baby blinks up at you, impossibly tiny, his little fists flexing against niall’s shirt.

you stick your finger out like you’re about to shake hands with him, pitching your voice a little deeper just for the joke. "hello, henry, how are you?"

it’s your one joke with babies, the one that always gets a laugh, and sure enough, niall chuckles under his breath, and henry’s mum lets out a soft laugh too.

the baby latches onto your finger, tiny hand curling tight like he’s taking you very seriously.

"do you wanna hold him?" niall asks, already sounding like he knows your answer.

your eyes go wide. "what? no, i couldn’t!" you stammer, half-laughing, half-terrified.

"oh, come on, darling," niall teases, bumping your hip with his, "he’s just a baby. you’ll be grand."

you hesitate, but niall’s looking at you with such easy faith, like he believes you could hold the whole world in your hands if you wanted to.

"i'll help you," he says, soft, reassuring. "i’ve got ya."

you nod, and between niall’s careful instructions and steady hands, henry is transferred into your arms. he's heavier than you expect, warm and wriggly and so impossibly small.

"see?" niall says, grinning, his hand lingering at the small of your back, "natural."

you look down at henry, marveling at the tiny perfectness of him. the soft downy hair, the little button nose, the way he stretches in your hold like he already trusts you to keep him safe. you don’t even feel niall watching you, you’re so focused on not somehow dropping this baby.

"would you look at that," henry’s dad says with a grin, nudging niall playfully with his elbow. "i can see the gears spinning in your head, mate."

niall just laughs, unbothered, wrapping an arm properly around your waist like he’s already decided this is his future. like there’s no question about it.

"he’s already naming your first kid in his head!" henry’s mum jokes, and you can feel your cheeks go hot.

niall groans, all dramatic. "agh, shut up the both of you!" he says, voice full of fond exasperation.

they all laugh, and even you let out a bashful giggle, ducking your head as you gently shift theo back into his mum’s waiting arms.

niall doesn’t let you get far. he slides his arm back around your waist the second your hands are free, tucking you in close like it’s second nature.

if you were checked out before, there’s no saving you now. you don’t even know when niall said goodbye for the both of you, only that one second you were standing in the living room and the next he was opening the car door for you like a gentleman, ushering you inside with a hand on the small of your back.

"woo, it’s so cold out!" niall says as he climbs into the driver’s seat, blowing a big raspberry into his cupped hands to warm them up.

you laugh at him, just a breathy puff of sound, and he grins wickedly across the center console.

"c’mon, darling," he says, voice playful, "lemme raspberry ya."

before you can even properly protest, he catches one of your hands in his and blows a noisy raspberry against your palm. you burst into laughter, trying to tug your hand away, but he just holds on tighter.

“you’re getting spit all over me!”

“oi! you don’t complain when its when we-“

you gasp, caught! as if he wasn’t your lover. “niall don’t finish that!” he just laughs before continuing.

he’s making stupid eye contact with you the whole time, too, cheeky and sweet and utterly unbothered, like this is the most important mission he’s ever been on.

somewhere in the middle of the silliness, he switches tactics, presses a soft, lingering kiss right into the center of your palm. then another to the back of your hand. then another to your wrist. slow and unhurried, like he’s savoring it. like he’s savoring you.

your heart gives a little somersault in your chest.

niall finally pulls back with a grin, starting the car and backing out of the driveway.

"that was a really fun party," he says lightly, eyes on the road but a smile still playing at the corners of his mouth. "nice to see everyone again."

"yeah, definitely," you say, voice a little breathless still. you hesitate, picking at a thread on your jeans. "and- and the baby was so cute."

niall shoots you a look, soft and knowing.

"everyone’s betting on when we’re gonna get on with it," he says, casual as anything.

your face burns, but before you can spiral, niall squeezes your hand where it rests on your thigh.

"but we’ll get there when we do, yeah?" he says, voice gentle. "doesn’t matter until we’re ready."

he says it like it’s the simplest truth in the world. like he’s got all the time in the world, as long as he’s spending it with you.

niall continues to drive, only humming occasionally to the soft album playing through the speakers. his hand stays resting on your thigh, easy and absent like he’s forgotten it’s even there.

you haven’t.

you admire it where it rests — how expansive his hand is, the way it spans from his wrist to the tip of his middle finger, covering more of you than it really should.

the same hands that wrote songs about you.

that held you at crowded parties when the noise got too much.

that touched you so perfectly it made your head spin.

his hands are rough in places, calloused from years of playing and working and living, but when it comes to playing you, they’re perfect.

as his fingers traced gentle circles on her smooth skin. you felt a tingle of excitement run through your body, and you couldn’t resist the urge to guide his hand higher, towards the heat between your legs.

niall smirked, his eyes flickering to you before returning to the road. “someone’s eager tonight,” he teased, his fingers finding the hem of your dress and slipping beneath it.

you bit her lip, your breath hitching as niall’s fingers brushed against her lace panties. “you know i can’t resist you,” you whispered, voice thick with desire, “seeing you tonight,” you started already breathless, “i need you”

niall chuckled, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric of your panties to stroke your wet folds. “that’s my sweet girl,” he murmured, his thumb finding your clit and circling it slowly.

you moaned, your hips bucking against niall’s touch. niall continued to tease, his fingers dipping inside you and curling against the perfect spot, making pleasure shoot through you every time, but he refused to let you cum.

“niall, please,” you whimpered,  fingers digging into the leather seat.

“not yet, baby,” niall said, his voice low and rough. “we’re almost home.”

you whined in frustration, but the anticipation only heightened her arousal. as soon as niall parked the car, you were out of the passenger seat and rushing towards the front door, body trembling with need.

niall caught up to you, his strong arms wrapping around her waist and pulling you back against his chest. “so impatient,” he growled, teeth nipping at your earlobe.

you gasped, head falling back against niall’s shoulder. “you’re the one who started it,” you accused breathlessly.

niall spun you around, his hands gripping your hips and pressing you against the wall. “and i’ll be the one to finish it,” he promised, his lips crashing against yours in a searing kiss.

you melted into the kiss, hands tangling in niall’s hair. you loved the way he took control, the way he made you feel like the only woman in the world. niall’s hands roamed her body, slipping beneath your dress to cup your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples.

“bedroom. now,” niall commanded, his voice rough with desire.

you nodded, leading him upstairs to your room. as soon as you crossed the threshold, niall pushed you against the door, his body pinning yours. his hands found the zipper of your dress, pulling it down slowly, torturously.

“niall,” you whimpered, body aching for his touch.

niall pulled back, his eyes dark with lust as he took in the sight in fromt of him. “you’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured, his hands sliding the dress off your shoulders and letting it pool at your feet.

you stood before him in nothing but her lace panties. niall’s hands explored your curves, his fingers tracing the swell of your breasts, the dip of your waist, the flare of your hips.

“on the bed,” he ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument.

you obeyed, crawling onto the bed and positioning herself on your hands and knees. you looked back at niall over her shoulder, eyes heavy with desire. “like this?” you asked, your voice breathy.

niall groaned, your hands gripping her hips and pulling you back against him. “just like that,” he growled, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties and pulling them down.

you groaned as the cool air hit yout heated skin, body trembling with anticipation. niall’s fingers found your wet folds, teasing your entrance before plunging inside.

“oh god,” you moaned, her hips rocking back against niall’s hand.

“that’s a good girl,” niall fingered you slowly, his thumb finding your clit and circling it in time with his thrusts. your moans grew louder, body tensing as you neared your peak.

“not yet,” niall commanded, pulling his fingers away.

you whined in frustration, body aching for release. “please, niall,” you practically begged.

niall chuckled, his hand delivering a sharp smack to your ass. “patience, baby,” he said, his fingers returning to your dripping core.

your hips bucked once more, body shaking as niall continued to tease. you could feel his hard length pressing against her, and ached to feel him inside you.

“niall, please,” you cried, voice desperate. “i need you now.”

niall groaned, his fingers disappearing and his hard length replacing them. he pushed into you slowly, his hands gripping your hips as he filled you completely.

“fuck!” he growled, his hips starting to move.

you let out a noise only he could summon, your body arching to meet niall’s thrusts. he felt so good inside you, stretching you, filling you completely. niall’s pace increased, his hips slapping against your ass as he drove into you.

“harder,” you panted, hands fisting in the sheets.

niall obliged, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper. your moans grew louder, body tensing as she neared her peak. niall’s hand snaked around your waist, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing it in tight circles.

“cum for me, sweet girl,” he commanded, his voice rough with desire.

you shattered, your body convulsing as your orgasm crashed over you. niall continued to thrust, his own release following shortly after. he collapsed on top of you, his body covering yours as you both caught your breath.

the room hums with the aftermath of laughter, kisses, whispered nothings. but now it's quiet, the kind of quiet that feels safe. the kind that feels earned.

you’re half on the edge of sleep when niall stirs, his voice cutting through the dark.

"hey," he says.

you turn your head to look at him, blinking slow. "yeah?"

niall’s already looking at you, hair mussed, eyes soft. he smiles, just a little.

"you’ll marry me one day, yeah?"

he says it so simply, so gently — like he’s talking about the weather. like he’s asking if you want another cup of tea.

you know it’s not a proposal. not yet. it’s a promise. a dream, floated between you in the quiet dark.

you feel yourself smiling without even thinking about it.

"yeah," you say.

niall hums under his breath, the sound low and satisfied, and tugs you closer, both drifting off to sleep.

[iseethemooninhereyes]

lovin’ tastes like

🤍: niall just finished playing two sold out shows at madison square garden!! and you’re just so proud of him.

☁️: oral (m receiving), tit sucking, fluffy beginning & end

📎: masterlist

✒️: 2.6k words

you’re sitting on the edge of the hotel bed, legs folded beneath you. his backstage pass is looped loosely around your wrist, and you can’t bring yourself to take it off yet. everything still feels electric. your body’s buzzing with the memory of it—the roar of the crowd, the lights, the sound of his voice cracking slightly during the last chorus of this town when he got choked up. twenty thousand people singing it back to him. it’s etched in your chest like a heartbeat.

from behind the bathroom door, you hear the water shut off with a heavy clunk. the room is quiet now except for the hum of the city outside and the soft whir of the hotel ac. and then—

the door opens.

niall steps out in one of those massive hotel robes that always make him look extra soft. his hair is curling from the steam, still damp and sticking to his forehead in loose little waves. his skin is pink from the heat, his cheeks flushed, and his eyes—those ocean eyes—are still a bit red from the tears he let fall after the final bow.

he looks like a dream. all soft and sleepy and real.

he rubs a hand through his hair, messing it up even more, and lets out a breathless little laugh.

“ahh, i can’t believe today was even real! it’s mad,” he says, his irish lilt thick and warm, still buzzing with adrenaline and disbelief. “like—i played fuckin’ madison square garden.”

you laugh a little, your smile stretching across your face before you can stop it. “you sold out madison square garden.”

he grins, eyes crinkling. “jesus, you’re right. that’s insane.”

he shakes his head like he’s trying to wake himself up from a dream. then he looks at you—really looks at you—and something in him settles. his shoulders drop. his smile softens.

“i’m so glad you’re here,” he says, quieter now. almost reverent.

you don’t move. you just look at him, heart full to the point of bursting. “of course i’d be here,” you say gently. “you’re my partner. i love you so much.”

he walks over, slow and easy, until he’s standing right in front of you. the robe hangs open just slightly, and you can feel the heat coming off him. like he’s still carrying the spotlight with him. but now it’s just for you.

he lowers himself onto the bed beside you, close enough that your knees touch. “i can’t believe i could do this on my own,” he says, voice softer now, more vulnerable.

you reach out, tucking a damp curl behind his ear, and smile. “i always knew you could.”

he looks at you like you’ve just handed him the world in a single sentence. his hand comes up to cradle your cheek, thumb brushing the corner of your mouth. then he leans in and kisses you.

soft at first. like he’s still getting used to the fact that he’s allowed to have this too—you, here, now, after everything. then deeper. warmer. like the only way to hold it all is to give some of it away.

when you pull back, your forehead rests against his. your hands find his waist, fingers curling in the terrycloth of his robe.

“i’m so proud of you,” you whisper.

then, lower: “let me show you.”

his lips press to yours again, and this time there’s more behind it. the softness turns heavier, needier. like all the adrenaline, the joy, the disbelief of the night has nowhere else to go but into you. his hands cradle your jaw as he kisses you deeper, tongue brushing gently at first, then more certain, more desperate.

you shift closer, sliding into his lap without even thinking. the robe parts slightly beneath you, and you feel the warmth of his skin through the thin fabric of your shirt. your hands find his shoulders, damp and flushed from the shower, and then slide down to the curve of his back, pulling him closer until there’s no space left between you.

he groans quietly into your mouth—a low, breathy sound that shoots straight through your stomach. your kisses get messier, more frantic. your mouths move together in a rhythm that’s lost all sense of restraint. it's all lips and teeth and the wet sounds of kissing, the kind that makes your head spin and your body light up.

he’s panting a little now, his hands tangled in your hair, pulling just enough to tilt your head back so he can trail kisses down your jaw, then back to your mouth like he can’t stay away for long.

"god," he breathes against your lips. "you drive me mad."

you answer him by sliding your hands underneath the robe, feeling the heat of his bare chest, the way his skin jumps under your touch. he leans forward, tipping you back gently onto the mattress, hovering over you now, his curls falling forward and brushing your face as he kisses you again—open-mouthed and aching.

he pulls away and looks down at you, eyes blazing, soft pants escape him as he trails a calloused hand up under your thin tank top, and you jerk in surprised pleasure when he grasps your breast tightly, thumb rubbing over your nipple. “take, take it off me,” you beg, the fabric offensive as it lies in between you.

niall just smirks and continues to rub his hand down the valley between your breasts and you giggle as the tingly, ticklish feeling comes along with it. at the tinkering laugh, his seductive and lustful aura falls away for a second and he’s gazing at you with so much pure adoration in his eyes, you fall breathless for the umpteenth time.

quickly though, he pulls the tank top off revealing your tits, presented to him, gifted just for him, and he can’t help himself any longer. you moan softly as your boyfriend begins to suck and lick at your breasts. your hips buck involuntarily as his teeth graze your nipple. you let your hands wander into his hair, stroking his scalp gently. he moans appreciatively as you guide his head to the other breast, begging him silently for more.

he obliges and swirls his tongue over your sensitive bud, the wetness driving you crazy. he moves a hand up and pinches your neglected nipple, eliciting a soft cry from your lips. you pull his head up and kiss him passionately. your tongues dance as you move your hands to his chest, pushing him back and guiding him down to the bed.

“i- i have to show you, how, how proud i am of you,” you say breathlessly.

“fuck, i’m not gonna stop ya, lover,” he lets out and sends you a wicked smile, one that sends shockwaves straight to your core. but first.

you kneel in front of the bed, on the floor, on your knees, and your boyfriend is sitting at the edge of the mattress. his eyes are closed, and his hands are on your cheeks. his thumbs stroke over your lips, and you part them obediently for him.

you look up at him through your eyelashes. his face is shadowed and handsome and serene. you can feel your heart pounding in your throat.

you smile, and then you duck your head, kissing his stomach. the muscles tense under your lips. his hands slide up your arms, and then back into your hair, and you kiss down and down, following the line of his treasure trail to his bellybutton, and then past it. his skin is so warm.

his dick is tenting the front of his sweats.

you pause, just for a moment, and then you press a kiss to the bulge. his fingers tighten in your hair, and the muscles of his stomach tighten. you run your tongue over the fabric, tasting the salt of his skin, the soft cotton, the dampness of the fabric where his pre-cum has soaked through.

his breath catches.

you hook your fingers in the waistband of his sweats and pull them down, taking his boxers with them. he lifts his hips and pushes them down, and then kicks them off, and his hands settle back on the top of your head.

you press another kiss to the side of his cock, and it twitches. he is thick and long and hard and perfect. his cock is gorgeous, and you can already taste him.

you lean in and kiss the base of his dick, and he lets out a breath. your hands slide up his thighs to the crease where his legs meet his hips, and you press your mouth to his cock, kissing the shaft, letting him feel the heat of your lips and the brush of your breath. his hands grip your hair, and you drag your tongue up to the head, swirling around it, teasing him.

"good girl," he murmurs. his voice is low, and a little rough, and sends a thrill up and down your spine. you press your lips to the head, and he groans softly, pushing your hair out of the way. you close your eyes, and then you open your mouth, and let his cock slide over your tongue and onto the back of your throat.

his moan is so fucking beautiful.

you pull off, and then bob your head, taking more and more of him each time. you suck on his cock, and the sounds are loud and wet and obscene, and you can taste him, and the smell of his skin and his arousal is strong and intoxicating.

your nose is brushing the curls of his pubic hair, and your mouth is full, and your throat is full, and your jaw aches. he holds you there, just for a moment, and you breathe through your nose. your hands grip his thighs, and you swallow around his cock. his fingers tighten in your hair, and his breathing quickens.

and then he pulls you off.

you gasp, and saliva drips from the tip of his dick to the floor, and his face is flushed, and his hair is sticking to his forehead. his hands are gentle as he cradles your cheeks, and he smiles down at you, and your heart swells.

"come here," he says, and you climb onto the bed. he turns so that he is lying back against the pillows, and he guides you between his spread legs.

you are kneeling, and your hands are on his thighs, and his cock is jutting up against his belly

flushed and slick and shining. his balls are hanging heavily, and you lean forward and take one into your mouth, and you swirl your tongue around it.

he groans.

"that's right," he murmurs. "you're such a good girl, my best girl, my sweet girl…"

you release his balls, and lick a stripe up his dick, and his voice trails off into a moan. you suck on the head, and then pull off with a pop, and then take him all the way down again, and you can taste him, and hear him, and smell him, and his hands are in your hair, and the room is dark and quiet except for his moans, and his sighs, and the obscene noises coming from your mouth, and the thump of your own heartbeat, and the slick, wet sounds as you suck him off.

you can feel him throbbing on your tongue, and the taste of him is stronger now, and his hips are rocking, and his breathing is quick and shallow, and his fingers are twisting in your hair, and he is close, and he is going to cum.

you pull off and look up at him.

"please," you whisper.

he reaches for your face, and he brushes his thumb over your lips, and then presses it inside. you swirl your tongue around it, and suck on it, and his eyes are burning into yours.

"please," you murmur again, and his hand is cupping your cheek.

he nods, and smiles, and his other hand goes to the base of his dick.

you lean forward, and let his cock slide past your lips. his thumb slides out of your mouth, and his other hand wraps around the base of his cock, and he jerks himself off. you suck on the head, and the underside, and swirl your tongue over it, and his moans are getting louder, and his breath is coming in sharp gasps.

his balls are drawing up, and his thighs are trembling, and his hips are jerking, and you are ready, and his other hand is tangling in your hair.

"open," he breathes.

you do.

he moans, and then he cums, and his cum hits the back of your throat, and fills your mouth, and covers your tongue, and you swallow it down, and his cock is pulsing, and you suck on it, and his hands are pulling you closer, and his dick is jerking and spurting in your mouth.

niall’s mouth is open in pleasure as he empties himself into you and you greedily nurse whatever he has.

he sits himself up on his elbows and grabs at your ribs, pulling you up his body and resting your head on his chest as you both start to catch your breath and come down from the highs.

“wow,” he says after a while, barely more than a whisper. then he laughs, and it’s breathless, boyish, disbelieving. “that was… wow.”

you smile against his skin. “that’s all you’ve got?”

“i’m a man of few words when i’ve just been thoroughly wrecked,” he mumbles, his voice cracking just a bit as he speaks, still hoarse from the show, and now, from you.

you laugh, the sound soft and sleepy, and he wraps both arms around you, holding you tighter like he doesn’t want the moment to slip away.

“i don’t think i’ve ever felt like that before,” he says, after a beat. his lips brush your hair. “not just the show. you. everything. tonight was magic.”

you tilt your head up and meet his gaze, and his eyes are so wide and earnest it makes your heart ache a little.

you stay there for a few beats, curled on top of him, listening to the sound of his heart slowing beneath your cheek. then, with a happy little sigh, you roll off to the side and flop onto your back, hair fanned out against the pillows.

you stare up at the ceiling, limbs stretched out, grinning so hard it makes your cheeks ache. then you kick your feet in the air like you can’t hold it in anymore.

“this was the best night ever!” you say, giddy and breathless and completely in love with the world.

niall turns his head toward you, still flat on his back, and lets out a laugh that bubbles out of his chest like it surprises even him. it’s warm and a little worn out, like his whole body is smiling. “you’re ridiculous,” he says, still laughing.

he kisses you again, a slow, sleepy press of lips, and then rests his forehead against yours.

“you’re everything,” he whispers.

a few minutes pass in quiet. his fingers tracing lazy circles into your back, your breath softening against his chest. you can feel his heart beginning to slow beneath your cheek. his muscles start to go slack, his hold on you never loosening but settling into comfort.

eventually, his voice comes again, this time barely audible.

“don’t let me forget any of this.”

“you won’t,” you murmur, eyes already fluttering closed. “i’ll remind you.”

and just like that, with his arms around you and the world finally quiet, you both drift into sleep, tangled together, hearts full, and everything still glowing gold from the night.