Synopsis: it’s Niall’s birthday, but he doesn’t wanna make a big deal out of it. you, on the other hand, can’t let that happen, because your boy deserves the world.
Tags: boyfriend!Niall x reader, fluff, family, friends, party, just fun and sweet hehe
WC: 1.3k (short bc i wrote on my phone before sleeping)
Warnings: none!!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVER BOY!!!!! 🤍🤍🤍
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September 13th. One of the most important days of the year for you. Why? Well, it’s your boyfriends birthday, of course!!
Niall’s not one to celebrate too much on his birthday. Yeah, he’ll spend time with the important family and friends, but he usually doesn’t do much for himself. he’s too humble and never asks for much.
But in your eyes, your perfect boy deserves the entire world for his special day. Which is why right now, you’ve gathered just about everyone important in his life into your shared place to surprise him with a party.
It’s noting crazy… It’s all of his best mates, his mum and dad, other family members, anyone who said they could make it. You even decorated the place, streamers and balloons filling the space along with a banner that says “Happy Birthday, Niall!!” (hand-written by you, of course.)
Now, how did you get away with this? Well, Niall’s been crazy busy in the studio getting his album done, plus lots of travel to LA for shooting ‘The Voice’, so that’s given you plenty of time to sneak stuff in without him knowing.
As for the setup today? Well, he was in the studio all day again, of course (the man won’t even take a break for his birthday…), which gave you the perfect chance to put up all the decorations and for everyone to arrive.
The flat is bustling with energy. People are chatting, laughing, drinking a bit, music playing in the background, and there’s even a table that’s piled up with gifts people brought for him. It feels like the perfect birthday party.
You were too restless to fully enjoy it yet, though. Niall would be here any minute now. And honestly? part of you is scared he might hate this. What if he didn’t want anything big for his birthday? He does always say he doesn’t need anything crazy, but does that also mean he’d HATE a party like this??
As you’re spiraling a bit, though, your phone pings with a text from Niall, like clockwork like he does every evening.
Ni 🤍:
just pulled up, i’ll be in soon. can’t wait to see ya, i missed your pretty face 😘
You’ve always found it cute that he lets you know when he’s here, even if you two live together now so it’s not really necessary. But today, it’s just made your job even easier.
The second you read the message, you get everyone’s attention and tell them to shush, quickly killing the lights. (you’ve assigned his cousins to turn on the lights when you give the cue, you just hope they aren’t already too plastered to remember… damn irishmen.)
Everyone stands in the dark in the living room and you hurry to the front door, nearly shaking with both excitement and nerves.
Niall’s keys jingle in the door for a few moments before it creaks open. He walks in with his water bottle in one hand, his bag and his keys in the other. He sees you standing right there and instantly smiles, kicking the door shut and dropping his things on the entry table.
“There’s my birthday boy!!!” You cheer, your nerves melting away just by seeing his face.
“Oh, petal, thank god you’re right here, didn’t wanna go search the house for ya.” He says, immediately hugging you tight. You hug him back, but not for long before he pulls away with furrowed eyebrows.
“Why the bloody hell are all the lights off?” he asks, looking past you into the dark house. “Have you turned into a vampire or something, babe?”
You laugh, shaking your head as you take his hand and walk you two a couple steps further into the house. “No… Not quite…”
“Well then what the hell-“ he starts asking, but before he can finish, you drop his hand and stomp your foot. Suddenly all the lights flick on (thank god they got it right), everyone jumping out with huge smiles on their faces.
“SURPRISE!!!!” Everyone shouts, including yourself, and it’s just like a scene from a movie.
Niall’s eyes go wide as he’s startled, clearly not expecting that at all. But once his mind catches up with the rest of him, he lets out a shocked laugh, his face lighting up instantly.
“Holy shit!!! Is this for my Birthday??” He asks, eyes finding you again after scanning the crowd, clearly incredibly baffled.
“Of course it is!!! What, did you think I wouldn’t do anything for your birthday?” You step closer again, smiling up at him.
“Well, i knew good do something, but not invite everyone i know!!”
You just laugh, and that’s when his mum walks up with the birthday cake she helped you pick out for him: a two-tiered chocolate cake that says ‘Happy 32nd, Nialler!’ on it.
“Your wonderful girlfriend planned it all. When she asked me to come, i couldn’t say no. You really picked a good one, sunshine.” Maura says, possibly looking as happy as you are with the outcome.
Something in Niall’s eyes softens at his mums words, but before it can get any more sappy with her, she lifts the cake and speaks to the crowd, “Right, who’s ready for some cake!!”
Everyone cheers, of course, including Niall himself. As she walks away to go set the cake down and cut it, Niall takes your hand before you can follow, letting the rest of everyone else focus their attention away from him for a moment so he can talk to you.
“You really did this all? The decorations, the cake, somehow managing to get everyone in one place at the same time? All just for my birthday?” He asks, his voice softer and lower so only you can hear him.
You nod your head, a soft, almost sheepish smile on your face as you reply. “I did. And it’s not just your birthday, love… You’re the kindest, most genuine, sweet person I know and get the honor to love. You deserve the best birthday celebration in the world.”
Niall’s eyes glimmer a bit at that, clearly not expecting any of this, making him a bit emotional.
“Christ, I wasn’t expecting to cry on my birthday..” he says with a small laugh, bringing one of his hands up and wiping his eyes.
You laugh a bit too, bringing your hand up to wipe them yourself, cupping his cheek after.
“Happy Birthday, Niall. I love you forever, my sweet boy.”
“I love you more.” He says softly back, leaning in enough so that your noses brush, everyone else fading away for a moment. “You’re seriously the most perfect girl in the world.”
He leans in a bit more and kisses you, soft but sure, all of his love and appreciation for you spilling into it. You practically melt, your arms wrapping around his neck as his wrap around your waist, pulling you close.
But before you two can get much further, you hear his cousin Deo loudly clear his throat.
“Hey, lovebirds, sorry to interrupt but i think the birthday boy might wanna eat a piece of cake too, not just his girlfriends face.” He says, pulling laughs from quite a few people in the crowd.
You two laugh as well, pulling away now that you’ve been caught having a sweet moment, and just like that Niall’s in his element.
“Okay, okay, we’re coming. But only if you’ve gotten me a pint of Guinness!!”
Everyone laughs and you two join them in the dining room. All you can think about is how full your heart is, looking at the smile on Niall’s face, seeing just how happy he is. How loved he feels right now, not just by his friends and family, but by you.
And now, you know that next year you’re going to make sure to make him feel the same, if not even better, because your ball of sunshine deserves nothing less than the best birthday ever.
A little (Idk I'm winging this one) Blurb for Niall's birthday 🥹🤏🏽🤧 it's most definitely self appeasing for my own trip which i miss ever since coming back but anyhoo 🥰
C/W : tooth rotting fluff. Smut. Mention of bdsm equipment and it's usage. Not specifying because surprise, duh, but it's nothing TOO crazy. It's sweet sweet sweet followed by filth xx but sweet filth
A/N : Full disclosure this is being written at 1:22, half asleep on 3 hours of sleep on my phone. Any typos or story errors are mine 🙏🏽 don't hesitate to call them out so I can fix them. Lots of love. Enjoy <3
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"I still think this is way more over the top than it needs to be. I'm a grown ass man, yknow, not a kid-"
"Niall, baby boy-" you said with a dramatic sigh, squeezing his hand. "I don't care if you're 32 or if you're 65 I'm celebrating this. Let me."
He gave you a small look, but kept his hand in yours, resting his head against your shoulder.
You were both currently sat in front of the Tokyo Disneyland castle, cross legged on the ground like all the other tourists milled around you.
He'd convinced you to get a widely overpriced chilli cheese dog, and you in turn had gotten a mickey shaped churro. Which for all he had whined about being unnecessary, he was eating with more gusto than a kid would have.
It was the cutest thing you'd seen.
You'd spent the whole day dragging him around one ride to another, sitting cross legged for every parade, insisting he wear matching mickey ears with you- the whole 9 yards.
He still had them on as he sat there, so they'd grown on him, of course.
"I used to like all this birthday crap back when I was a stupid kid. Now it just feels like ok gettin' old," he said, his mouth half full, still watching the sunset as though he couldn't believe it.
It wasn't your first time here, or at any disney park for that matter, but something about *this* one made it special. It was the first one you'd visited together ages ago, and it still felt like the same excitement every time you were here.
"darling, stop behaving like you're becoming middle aged. Where's the man who wrote i won't act my age even when I'm fat and old?" You asked with a grin, turning your head to kiss the top of his head.
Niall gasped way too dramatically for someone insisting he was getting old.
"first of all, that is not how the lyrics go," i he said as he set aside his drink. "And second of all, I wrote that as a stupid 21 year old kid. I thought it was funny and poetic and all that crap-"
"it is" you said giggling, laughing even harder as he poked you. You were about to tease him some more when all the lamps dimmed, the castle lighting up.
Niall shushed you first with his finger and then with his lips, quickly, aa mischievous grin on his face as he pulled back. "Now shush and watch. It's the birthday boy's demands."
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You hadn't even brought up the fact it wasn't midnight yet. He'd seemed too happy. You'd do anything to keep watching those crinkles by his eyes as he laughed.
You'd watched the whole show, and then the nighttime parade, his hand never leaving yours, making ridiculous demands for when you got back to the hotel.
It was almost enough to make you reconsider all your plans. Almost. You just loved him too much.
After closing, you walked out of the gates, Niall grinning and waving to all the cast members, telling whoever would listen 'ita my birthday!' with a grin that made you want to melt into a puddle and kiss him stupid simultaneously.
It had worked, whatever 'it' was- the Disney magic, or the one of two cocktail options they had at the park disguised in a regular soda glass. Either way, the man being a grump about a childish celebration was long gone. You couldn't have been happier. Happy him was your favourite him.
He kissed your cheek as you walked to the hotel. You hadn't even needed to take the monorail or a bus, despite him saying it was unnecessary you'd gotten a room at the Disney hotel right across from the gate, and judging by how handsy he was already getting, it was a good call.
"yknow what, that was funner that I'd be caught dead admittin' to any of the lads. Or me mum. Or yours, god forbid. Anyone." He said with the cutest little snort laugh.
You shot him an amused sideways look, looping your arm through his instead walking a step closer as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder.
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A little while later, at nearly midnight, you were both sat on the hotel room balcony, wrapped in the fluffy hotel night robes, a glass of wine in your hand, a terribly overpriced guinness- from a can, no less- in his.
"can I bring the gifts out yet?" you asked for the 5th time in the last twenty minutes. He'd been shooting you looks and sighs each time you asked. You were determined to wear him down. You couldn't wait.
"what happened to 'its not technically your birthday yet?" He asked, raising an eyebrow playfully.
"what happened to Mr 'its my birthday ' grins and waves?" You quipped back, smiling.
He sighed a terribly dramatic long suffering sigh, rolled his eyes, then brought your hand to his lips. "Fine, you impatient little thing."
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He was sat there surrounded by unholy amounts of wrapping paper. The cleaning staff tomorrow would probably wondering what the fuck the two of you had gotten up to.
So far he had a custom set of golf balls that you'd painted for him (I'm noy using them, imagine i shank one into the water), a silly pair of socks with your dogs' faces on them, a handmade origami bouquet of 32 flowers you'd made for him, a comically oversized guinness glass with the writing in japanese, and a ring that matched the necklace he'd given you for your first birthday you'd celebratd with him which you wore daily.
Niall glanced around, a small smirk tugging at his lips. "Bloody hell, princess, you really didn't have to go this degree of all out, over the topness, yknow that, right?"
"No but I wanted to-" you said, kissing his temple as you got up.
"Hey- where you goin'- pet- *pet*?" He called confusedly as you disappeared back into the room. It was cute how much he looked like a lost puppy sometimes.
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"Don't give a man and explanation, least of all on his birthday," he poured as soon as you came back out carrying a wildly oversized box.
His eyes widened and he shot you a look- a 'really, darling?' sort of look.
"How'd you even get that past customs?"
"I didn't. I stopped by this novelty shop the other day I'd gone down to Maihama to get us dinner." You smiled proudly handing him the box with an amused smile. This would be good. You almost wished you could record his reaction but that would make him suspicious.
He eased the lid off, peering in as though expecting something scary, and his expression quickly changed.
Surprise. Disbelief. Fondness. Amusement.
He looked at you indulgently, picking out one of the particularly scary looking whips with an amused smile.
"Baby, it's not like we're not stocked enough at home."
"mm, i know, but like, this is all different. We've got a flogger not a cattail, see- and those cuffs are metal, not leather-" you started listing off with a playful smirk.
"Princess is this a gift for me or just a self effacing fulfillment of your kinks?" He asked, biting the inside of his cheek to not smile, already slipping into his dom mindset despite you not even having started.
"First of all, don't talk like a professor, ni, not when I'm tryna get you naked,' you rolled you eyes, laughing as you pulled him up, already undoing the sash on his robes as you walked backwards into the room.
You pulled him down into a sloppy kiss, tasting the remnants of his beer on him, his hair slightly damp from his shower.
"And second of all, those are symbiotic. We can have both." You said as you broke the kiss, slipping the fabric off your shoulders as he undid it for you.
"Are you really expecting me to cuff you and whip you in a hotel where someone will probably call the cops at your moans?" Niall raised an amused eyebrow as he crowded you against the edge of the bed.
"I can be-"
"No, you can never be quiet, pet." He said, shutting you up with a soft kiss.
"But there's one you'll really like," you pouted nudging the box towards you, pulling out a paddle.
It was simple enough. Wooden and polished on the back, like countless others you had at home.
You turned it around for him and right there, embossed onto the paddle, carved in raised letters in beautiful cursive - 'Niall'
He groaned as he saw it, his mind already flashing with images of your skin, red and raw, his name standing out against the bruises.
He leaned down to kiss you, quick, hard- bruising.
"fucking hell, sweetheart you really didn't have to go this far," he said, gently plucking it from your hands as he turned it around, running his hand across the surface.
"This is gonna hurt like a bitch," he said voice soft as he ran his palm over your hipbone.
"I know," you shrugged simply. "Still wanna do it. Or try, atleast, for you. Especially today, of all days."
Niall bit his lip and you could see his usual need for being careful, for planning out scenes and discussing everything with you warring with his instinct in the moment to spank you raw.
"Baby," You whispered gently, cupping his face with both hands. "Nothing crazy. Promise. And I'll still colour out if it gets too much. You know that. I trust you "
"let me do this for you," you continued in a small voice. It was romantic in a weird way, how much he cared for your well-being even when you were explicitly begging him to paddle your ass.
There was an irony joke in there somewhere and you were too obsessed with your birthday boy to think of anything else.
"It won't even be a proper scene," you kissed his jaw gently, playfully. "We can play at being a vanilla couple trying out paddles"
He laughed, pulling back with an eyebrow raised. "Stop being so persuasive."
"Stop being so responsible on your birthday when all i want is for you to spank my ass raw-"
And that did it for him. Dirty talk almost always did. He'd flipped you in a moment, two soft pillows under your hips before you could process, one palm rough and warm against the swell of your ass.
"Breathe for me, okay? Love you," he whispered, pausing just long enough to press a kiss at the base of your spine, his breath warm against skin.
You were going to reply, say something sweet or try to rile him up but he brought the paddle down swiftly with a thwack.
You bit your lip, gasping out of surprise more than pain. You could feel the ridges of his name carved into the surface. It did hurt more than a smooth regular paddle, stung in a delicious way.
He smoothed his hand over your skin once, pausing before bringing it down twice on each cheek in quick succession.
"Fuck, sweetheart, it's already bloomin'," he mumbled thickly, tracing with a finger what you could only imagine was his name in red against your skin.
"gorgeous," he murmured, reverent as he brought it down once, hard enough to make you shift against the sheets- exactly where your ass met your thighs.
"Fuckkk, ni!"
"Colour, sweetheart-?" He asked, voice instantly softening, paddle dropped forgotten.
"Green, green," you nodded instantly. "'M perfect"
"Say that to your ass," he chuckled darkly, bringing it down again in a quick burst before you could count how many there were.
You stopped trying after a while. He didn't go as hard as you'd been expecting, though- but you were way too gone in the moment to protest, your pussy leaking down your thigh.
"We do have to go around the other park all day tomorrow, sweetheart," he said, gentle as he massaged your burning skin, noticing your whine the moment he stopped. "I'm not goin' hard enough to ruin your day tomorrow.."
You nodded, half understanding, but you could feel the head of his cock nudging your hipbone everytime he moved and you pushed back, lifting your ass up off the sheets.
"Just a minute, pet, jesus, you're impatient," he chuckled fondly.
He tried to move you slowly but you whined in protest again. You could hear him chuckling under his breath to himself, fond as he positioned himself over you, chest pressed to your back, let nudging yours apart.
You willingly obliged, arching your back to press back against his erection. He groaned, kissing the back of your neck, arms supporting himself either side of you as he lined up.
He bit down on your shoulder the moment he entered you and you screamed into the pillow, his own moans vibrating against your skin as he started moving, his hips slapping against your ass. He moved for a few moments like that, slow deep and steady, lying down lazily on top of you.
He reached down, gently pulling your cheeks apart, going deeper now, causing you to squirm and push your hips back against his as his tip grazed your g spot perfectly.
"mm, bloody hell, princess. 'm never gonna get tired of this. Best fuckin' cunt on the planet," he whispered hotly into your ear as he sped up.
"take me so fuckin' well, like an absolute champ. Best gift i could've asked for-" he broke off shakily, gasping as your walls clenched down on him.
"Just like that, pet," he said, lifting himself up slightly to press down on your lower back,l with his palm, moving his hips in deep slow circles the way he knew you liked.
"c'mon, sweetheart, show me what that pussy does. Squeeze my dick, go on."
You were almost lightheaded, dizzy- floating in subspace at this point and his words were simply not helping.
"Look so pretty with my name all over your ass and thighs, princess. Need you to milk my cock too, hm?" He whispered hoarsely, his hips snapping harder now, less rhythmic and more needy, hitting spots deep and hard, sending your eyes rolling back as you moaned into the mattress, hands fosting the sheets.
"Just like that," he said before resuming to suck on the back of your neck, trailing hotly down to your shoulder, teeth grazing skin, biting, nipping, hands pinching rolling tracing, hips circling and snapping and it was all so much, combined with the contant full buzzing pain pleasure in your ass.
You felt it build in your toes, moaning incoherently as you squeezed down, clutching at the sheets as you came, wave after wave of pleasure ripping through you, his constant movements prolonging it, sensitive as he switched and swelled, filling you up.
You had no idea how long he laid there, gently crushing you with his wait, rolling off and pulling you with him.
"Did so well. So so well." He whispered as he kissed every piece of skin he could reach.
"love you," you mumbled as you nuzzled your face against his chest hair. "'ppy birthday baby."
"love you too sweetheart," he hummed, burying His face in your hair.
"tomorrow we'll try out the whip, yeah?" He said playfully yelping as you pinched his side playfully.
"violence against the birthday boy whatever next."
"using that whip on you if you don't sleep now," you murmured grumpy from sleep and tired from all the walking and the consequent fucking.
"tempting me with a good time, baby?" He chuckled against the back of your neck. "It's still gonna be my birthday tomorrow night. I'm holding you to that."
You let out a sound between a laugh and a groan, nuzzling further into his chest as you drifted off.
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A/N: That was a lot longer than I'd intended at the start! Anyway, yes. Happy birthday to the prettiest man on the planet. (Also do we want sub Niall content ever? because 🤭)
Hiii can you write like a one shot where y/n and niall are at his place and after dinner, some chats they make out anf niall wants to go further but it would be y/n first time. She feels a bit awkward and behind him since he has experience but he reassures her. He’s very caring and careful. Thankssss xx
First Time.
you're a virgin... but Niall can take care of that.
Synopsis: You've never had sex before, but Niall clearly wants to go to that level. Even though you feel a bit behind, Niall makes sure you everything is perfect for your first time.
Tags: boyfriend!Niall x virgin!Reader, fluff, smut, fingering, piv (protected, stay safe)
Words: 5k (longest blurb i've ever written)
CW: SMUT!!!
A/N: i'm sorry this request took so long!!! uni started up again and i hit a dry spell with smut writing. i hope this doesn't disappoint, i'm very self-critical and it doesn't feel like my best work 😭😭
18+ content!!! Reader's discretion is advised!
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Niall’s hand is warm in yours as he walks you into his flat after dinner. The date went perfectly, so it felt natural to say yes when he asked you to come to his place for another drink or two to end the night.
But deep down, you knew the real reason he invited you back. You felt it in the quiet buzz lingering between you two, in the warmth between your legs, in the way his eyes lingered on your lips and body for long enough that it's noticeable.
And you know it's not because he’s pushing – Niall isn’t like that. The most respectful guy you’ve ever been with, even with the shorter time you two have been together. He’s never once rushed you, pushed you into something you don’t want, or made you feel uncomfortable. But every relationship comes to a point where that next level is expected.
Sex.
And you’ve never had sex before.
I mean, its not because you’ve never wanted too, because of course you have. It’s just… never been right. You’ve never found someone you’ve been connected with enough to feel comfortable enough to share that intimate space with them.
…until Niall, that is. Which is why you agreed to go over to his. Inside, you’re terrified. More than a little. You’ve never done more than just make out with someone before.
You’re all in your head about everything as you sit on his couch until he walks back in holding two glasses of wine and that warm smile that makes all your nerves just melt away.
“For the pretty lady…” He says with a cheesy wink, handing you your glass as he sits down next to you. You laugh and thank him, taking a sip of the drink in hopes the alcohol will help calm your nerves.
You two chat about nothing and everything. He brings up crazy stories about psycho fans and hectic days from his many years in the music industry, you talk about funny memories from your school days, your job, nights out with friends. With each laugh and comment, you two shift closer to each other, as if the world is physically pushing the two of you together.
With your glasses nearly empty, you’re cracking up over a disastrous date from a few weeks ago – now an inside joke.
“Christ, and when that same server tried flirting with you again when we were clearly together and then spilled your drink all over the table?! Man, I was about to jump up and pull us out of there until you started laughing. I was so worried you’d never go out with me again.” He says through hearty laughs, his arm wrapped around your shoulder, fingers tracing mindless patterns on your arm as you laugh against his side.
“Stop, that was hilarious!! Funniest thing that’s happened to me on a date, hands down,” you respond, your laughter slowing down a bit as you look up into his eyes. “...you were really worried about me not going out with you again?”
Niall’s laughs slow as well, his expression softening as you question him.
“Of course I was… I mean, I hope you can tell, but I really like you… I swear I sound like a teenage boy, but it’s true. You mean a lot to me, and the last thing I want to do is mess it up with an off date.”
You can physically feel your heart melt a tad at his words, making you take in a deep breath. Niall shifts a bit so he’s facing you more, leaning in slightly, his gaze dropping down to your lips for a second or two before back to your eyes.
“...Can I?” He murmurs, just like the first time he kissed you, and every time after that. He always asks, even if it’s clear you’ll say yes. He always wants you to feel comfortable.
You give him a small nod, and that’s all it takes for him to break the final bit of distance, his lips brushing against yours in a slow kiss. You feel the familiar warmth building in your belly you get every time you kiss him. It's like the whole world melts away when your lips meet.
Niall slowly deepens the kiss, adding a bit more pressure as one of his hands wanders down to your hip, the other gently cupping the side of your face. You can’t help but melt into it, your hands finding the fabric of his shirt and lightly grasping it, pulling yourself just a bit closer to him.
Not much later, it's turned into you two fully making out on his couch. You’ve ended up lying down with him hovering over you, your tongues brushing against each other like you can't get enough.
Niall’s lips soon trail down to your jaw before moving to your neck, finding that sweet spot right below your ear that makes you gasp, one of your hands moving to his hair. His hand trails down your body, not touching anywhere disrespectfully, but down your side, landing at your hip, where his fingers dig just a little tighter, like he’s physically holding himself back.
It’s clear what he wants. And that makes you nervous. He has so much more experience than you; you don’t want to disappoint him.
As his hand slips under the hem of your shirt, your voice finally comes back to you, albeit a little less sure than normal.
“N-Niall…” Your voice shakes a little bit, more out of nervousness than anything.
The second he hears the hesitation in your voice, his hand is off of you, and his head is up, eyes filled with concern when they find yours.
“Oh, love, I’m sorry- I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, I just thought that maybe since you agreed to come back here that maybe you’d want to- but I should have asked first, that’s on me-”
“No, no, it’s not that.” You cut off his rambling, cupping his face as you sit up a little, meeting his eyes. “Well, it is, but not like that…”
Niall lets out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding, his expression softening when he realizes he didn’t just totally fuck everything up.
“Okay… what… what is it then?” He asks, his eyes searching, still a hint of guilt and worry.
You take a deep breath, your chest tightening a bit out of fear of telling him something so vulnerable. But running from it won’t do anyone any good.
“I just, um… I just thought I should tell you before we go any further that, um…”
You hesitate again before continuing, looking at Niall’s expression. It’s full of concern and care, absolute openness you know won’t judge you at all.
Or at least you hope won’t.
“...I’ve never… done any of this with anyone before…” You say a bit quieter, your eyes glancing down into your lap, almost too scared to look into Niall’s eyes as you tell him.
He doesn’t laugh at you. Doesn’t make you feel bad. Instead, he moves back so he’s sitting up on his knees, gently pulling you to sit up too.
“Love… that’s got you all nervous? You were scared to tell me you’ve never had sex before?” He asks bluntly but softly, not judging you, just caring, his eyes locked on yours, even if you don’t look back.
You nod your head slowly, willing yourself to meet his gaze again. “Yeah… I know, it’s stupid, but I just feel so inexperienced and behind… I mean, I’m sure you’ve been with plenty of different women, you know what you’re doing, and I just-... I don’t want to disappoint you.”
Hearing you think that about yourself breaks Niall's heart a little. He murmurs your name before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest, his hand cradling the back of your head as his other hand rubs your back. Your arms wrap around him instinctively, finding comfort in his arms.
“Baby… do you really think you could ever disappoint me?” He asks softly in your ear with his chin on your shoulder, his voice feeling like a soothing balm to your nerves. “Because you could never disappoint me. Ever. Every day I’ve been with you, I’ve felt like the luckiest guy in the world. You're trusting me with something so special, and I don’t want to let you down.”
He pulls away a bit, just enough to look into your eyes. “We don’t have to do anything tonight if you don’t want to. I want to do this when you’re ready. And when you are, I promise I’ll take care of you in all the right ways.”
“I… I want to…” You say carefully as you hold eye contact with him, willing yourself to open up and say how you’re feeling. “I really want to… you know… with you… tonight. I think I’m ready.”
Niall smiles softly, nodding his head a bit. “You sure, petal? ‘Cause I don’t want you saying that just because I want to. I don’t wanna push you into anything you’re not ready for.”
You smile a little bit at how careful and sweet he’s being, nodding. “Yeah, I’m sure… I’m just a bit nervous.”
“Hey, that’s alright. You’re allowed to be nervous. We’re gonna take this at your pace, alright?” He says, making sure you’re fully understanding him, his hand moving up to softly cup your cheek. “If at any point I do something that makes you uncomfortable, I want you to tell me. All I want to do is make you feel good, princess.”
His words make your cheeks warm in a way that makes you feel safe. And that feeling of safety just turns you on.
You lean closer to Niall, your chest not feeling so tight anymore, letting your nose brush his as your lips ghost over his own. You whisper, your voice gentle, but sparked with something new.
“I just want you, Niall…”
That just about does him in. A low, rough sound escapes him, almost a growl, as he closes the gap and kisses you. It’s stronger than before, like he’s not toeing a line of uncertainty anymore. You both know what you want. And he doesn’t want to hold back any longer.
“How about we take this to the bedroom like civilized people, yeah?” Niall’s voice teases with a smirk against your lips. Before you can even respond, his arms hook under your legs and around your back as he lifts you up bridal style in one simple motion. He peppers kisses all over your face as he carries you to his bedroom, leaving you in fits of giggles.
He gently kicks the door shut with his heel once you’re in, a soft glow from his bedside lamp already illuminating the cozy space. He lays you down on the mattress like you’re something precious, the soft bedding surrounding you with faint hints of his body wash and something uniquely Niall that makes you smile.
Niall’s quick to crawl on top of you, crowding you with his form as his lips find yours again, settling between your legs like he’s always belonged there. It's hot and steamy and everything you could want right now. But it’s also careful. Like he knows this is something sacred between the two of you, and he’s going to do everything in his power to make it perfect.
With one arm propping him up by your head, his other hand starts to wander your body, fingertips light as he memorizes your dips and curves. His lips never leave yours, constantly kissing, tongue slipping into your mouth like he wants to connect the two of you in every way possible.
You let your hands wander too, a bit tentative at first, but when you feel the muscles of his back flex through the fabric of his shirt under your fingertips, it's like all you can do is touch him.
Niall’s hand slips under your top, his skin warm, trailing against yours, starting to slowly push it up. He pulls back a little bit, only enough to murmur against your lips.
“Can I take this off of you, love?” He asks, leaving kisses at the corner of your mouth and your cheek. You give a breathless ‘yeah’ with a nod, which spurs Niall to carefully pull your shirt up and off of you.
From that point on, clothes are flying off without a real care. You’re surprised by how comfortable you feel. Niall’s peppering your face with kisses as you take his shirt off, then pants are the next thing to go until the two of you are left in just your underwear, the thin clothing being the only thing separating you and him.
His lips trail down to your neck, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses on the sensitive skin, your head tilting back to give him better access.
As his mouth attacks your neck, his hand slides down your body, almost reverent-like, until he reaches your panties. His fingers find the slight wetness soaking through at your core, which causes him to smile against your lips. He adds the slightest bit of pressure, which immediately causes you to whimper in a way you never have before, your hips instinctively shifting a bit to chase the friction.
Niall chuckles softly at your reaction, pulling back a bit to take in your expression, practically drinking it in.
“That alright, pet?” He asks, pressing another soft kiss to your lips as he tests the waters again, rubbing his middle and ring finger against your clothed heat. You moan softly this time, quickly nodding your head as you answer.
“Yes, y-yes, it’s alright… feels good…” You mumble breathlessly, another whimper leaving your lips when his fingers press against your clit.
“Good… gonna take things slow. Just wanna love on you, baby.” He whispers, pressing a kiss to your cheek before his lips find yours again.
His fingers work you over your panties, a sureness but gentleness as he finds all the places that make you gasp and whimper against his mouth.
It’s not long before his hand moves up again, only to tug at the waistband of your panties. He dips his hand in, groaning when his fingers slip through your folds, feeling just how wet you are.
“Christ, pet, you’re soaked…” He murmurs low, his eyes flicking down at where his hand disappears into your panties.
“S-sorry…” you whisper, feeling your cheeks flush from embarrassment. Are you too wet? Is he gonna think you’re weird now?
“No, ‘s more than alright. It’s hot.” He reassures you, smiling as he kisses you again, slow but sure.
He carefully slides your panties down your legs, like he’s unwrapping a precious gift he doesn’t want to break. You shiver a small bit as the cool air kisses your heat, causing both you and Niall to giggle a bit.
“Don’t worry, you’ll be warmed up real fast..” He says, letting his nose brush against yours.
His fingers find your folds again, carefully running through them, collecting your arousal on them. He starts circling your clit with his middle finger, causing you to whimper and bury your face into the crook of his neck. The feeling of someone else touching you does more than just make you feel good, like you would yourself. There’s a tightness in your chest you can’t quite place, but it’s good. There’s also a heat that’s blooming across your chest and cheeks, almost like embarrassment, but it's more from feeling connected and cared for.
“There’s my girl…” He murmurs into your ear, kissing your temple as he keeps his finger teasing your clit. Your hips twitch and shift with every touch from him, your breathing getting heavier as you let yourself relax and feel good. Every little whimper or moan draws out praise from Niall, and it’s clear he’s soaking up every second of this, enjoying seeing your reactions to his touches.
As he touches and teases you, his finger slips lower and starts teasing your entrance, pulling his head back to gauge your reaction. You look back at him with trusting eyes, your lips slightly parted with soft breaths. He can’t help himself from leaning in and kissing your lips before slipping a finger in, careful and slow, reading your every reaction.
You whimper when you feel his finger slide in, pressing your forehead against his as your eyes shut, getting used to the new sensation.
“That’s it, just relax, baby…” He murmurs, pressing kisses to your lips and cheeks to help, slowly pushing his finger in and out of you. You moan when you feel him press a second finger inside of you, a slight pain from the stretch, but it still feels good somehow.
“You feel so good, love.” Niall praises, continuing to slowly press his fingers in and out of you, stretching you so perfectly, his eyes steady on you, making sure you’re okay.
When his thumb finds your cilt, it’s like your brain short-circuits, a louder moan spilling from your lips as your hips shift, both chasing the feeling and running from it. Niall smiles, clearly pleased with how good you're feeling, trailing kisses down to your neck again as his hand works you.
Your whimpers start to become more frequent as he continues, feeling that warmth building up in your belly. The feeling of him so close to you, his chest brushing against yours as his lips kiss your neck, the warmth of his body with his fingers inside of you, his natural musk filling your senses… It’s all pushing you further. Niall must be able to tell, because before you can fall over the edge, he carefully pulls his fingers out, causing you to whine from the sudden emptiness, your hips twitching to chase the feeling.
“Shhh, ‘salright pet,” he murmurs, forehead pressed against yours, his breath hot fanning against your lips. “You feeling good?”
You nod your head, breaths mingling between the two of you. “Why’d you stop?”
He chuckles a small bit, pressing a kiss to your slightly pouty lips. “Don’t want you to finish just yet…”
Niall’s eyes meet yours, his expression softening for a moment, becoming more serious. He swallows hard, his eyes on yours as he speaks, his voice a low gravel. “If you’re ready… We can go further.”
His words cause your face to flush, feeling a bit of that awkwardness spill in.
“That- that sounds nice, but, um, don’t you want me to, you know…” You ask sheepishly, your eyes flicking down to his bulge in his boxers.
Niall quickly picks up on what you’re saying, smiling fondly but shaking his head. “As much as I’d love that, petal, I’m just dying to be inside you right now. Don’t think I’d last.”
That brings out a small chuckle out of you, as well as a bit of relief over not having to figure out how to give a blowjob right now…
Niall’s quick to get rid of his boxers and slip on a condom he grabbed from the drawer on his nightstand. Your eyes naturally fall to his hardened cock. Even though you’ve never done this before, you can tell that Niall’s is at least a bit above average, and you can’t help but be a little bit intimidated.
He must be able to tell, because in an instant, he’s back on top of you, peppering kisses all over your face to soothe you.
“Hey, it’s okay, love. I promise, I’m gonna go slow… I don’t wanna hurt you. And if you get uncomfortable, just tell me and I’ll stop.”
His words are comforting, soothing the nerves that were quickly growing inside of you.
“Okay… I trust you.” You murmur, leaning in to meet his lips in a soft, reassuring kiss.
As you two kiss, Niall's hips press down into you, and you feel his cock rub against your still needy cunt. You whimper at the same time he groans, your hips shifting up a bit, your body more ready than you thought it was.
“I know, pretty girl. You’re so fucking wet for me… I’ll give you what you need.” Niall murmurs, his breath hot against you.
He holds himself up with one hand, hovering over you as his other hand lines himself up with your entrance. You feel the head of his cock tease your entrance, causing your breath to hitch, your hands shooting up to hold his arms.
“Shhhh, it’s alright, I’ve got you… ‘M gonna go real slow, baby.” Niall whispers, his eyes locked on yours. “You ready?”
You take a shaky breath and nod your head, both excitement and nerves running through you all at once. With that, Niall slowly pushes his hips forward, just enough so that the tip slips inside.
And God, does it feel like more than his fingers. You gasp as he continues to slowly push in, your walls clenching around him as they struggle to open up.
“Oh, fuck, you’re tight…” Niall groans, pausing halfway inside of you, his face contorted in pleasure. “You’re doing so good for me, princess. Do you feel okay?”
You whimper and nod your head, nails digging into his arms a bit as you adjust to his size. “Y-Yeah… hurts a little, but… feels good…”
“I’ve got you, you’re perfect…” he mumbles little praises, adjusting himself a bit. “I’m gonna go all the way, if it hurts too bad, just tell me and I’ll stop.” He kisses you slowly, his arm wrapped around you protectively.
He slowly pushes the rest of the way in, your breath catching at the feeling of him fully inside of you. You whine and wrap your arms around him, face pressing into his shoulder as your nails dig into his back. You’ve never felt so full like this. It’s entirely new and honestly… addicting.
“Relax, baby, I’ve got you. Let yourself get used to it. You feel so fuckin’ good.” He rasps in your ear, carefully circling his hips in hopes of helping open you up more.
You can’t help the moan that escapes at the feeling, his cock nudging a spot deep inside of you you’ve never felt before. Niall groans again, the feeling of your tight, warm cunt clenching his cock mixed with your little moans making it impossibly hard to hold himself back.
“Niall… move… please…” You whisper out, your voice shaky with need. Right now, all your mind can think about is how good he’s filling you up and the need to feel him fucking you.
Your plea is enough to assure Niall that you’re ready. He slowly drags his cock out of you, nudging every spot until just the tip is in before pushing back in just as painfully slowly, both of you moaning with how good it feels.
He sets a slow pace, his cock sliding in and out of you, your walls gripping onto him with every thrust, taking him in deeper.
He whispers filthy praises in your ear, kissing and sucking on your skin, doing absolutely everything in his power to make this as good as possible for you.
“You’re so good for me, taking me so well…”
“Love every single inch of you, you’re perfect…”
“Can’t believe I get to have you, feels so good…”
His thrusts slowly become quicker, making sure you have time to adjust to the pace before pushing it.
You’re left a whimpering, babbling mess under him, completely taken over by the pleasure he’s giving you. You feel the heat tightening in your stomach, more intense than anytime you’ve touched yourself.
“O-oh my god… Niall… I-I’m close-!” You whimper, feeling your thighs start to tremble. He doesn’t slow down at all, keeping a steady pace, thrusting into you, wanting to bring you over the edge.
“That’s it, baby… want you to cum for me, yeah? You can do it, just let go. Wanna feel you soakin’ my cock…” He says, pulling his head back enough so he can watch your face as you cum. His voice is a bit strained, clearly holding back, wanting to make sure you finish before letting himself finish.
It only takes a few more thrusts before you’re moaning his name, your back arching, and hips shifting up as you cum around him. Your nails scrape down his back, certainly leaving marks, but it's a sting that Niall loves.
The feeling of your walls rippling around his cock, basically milking him with how tight you are, sends him right over the edge with you, with a couple grunts on his end, he burries himself deep inside of you with a sharper thrust of his hips, stilling as he spills into the condom, face burried in the crook of your neck, muffling his moans.
When the high slowly starts subsiding, you’re left feeling like putty with Niall’s weight on top of you, crowding you in a comforting way. You’re both breathing heavily, a bit sweaty, all around exhausted, but it's the kind of tired you can see yourself getting used to if it means feeling like that.
After a few moments, when you come to your senses more, you wince a bit from the soreness between your thighs, immediately perking Niall up.
“Oh pet, ‘salright, i’ve got ya, stay still for a second..” He murmurs, very slowly pulling out of you. You wince again, and now that you’re empty, the ache seems to have grown, your thighs shutting once he’s off.
Normally, Niall would cuddle for a bit longer before going into more hands-on aftercare, but with the look of pain on your face, he’s already gone into clean-up mode.
“You stay right here, relax, I’m gonna go get you some water and clean you up, love.” He says, pressing a kiss to your forehead before getting up and out of sight. You don’t bother to sit up enough to watch him move; you just lie in his bed, still very blissed-out from how good he made you feel.
You hear Niall moving around throughout his place, and soon enough, you feel a dip in the mattress, opening your eyes to see him now in a pair of sweats, holding a glass of water, a towel, and one of his t-shirts.
“Here, love, let me take care of you…” He says, setting the glass of water down on the nightstand before moving closer to you.
He gently helps you sit up, using the towel to wipe away any leftover wetness on your thighs and core. Once you’re cleaned up, he slips his ‘Eagles’ t-shirt over your head, helping your arms through, and makes sure you drink a good amount of water.
Once you’ve set the glass down, Niall pulls you into his arms and lies down with you, pulling the puffy comforter over the two of you as you settle down. Both of his arms are wrapped around you – one around your waist, one by your shoulders, his hand cradling the back of your head as it rests against his chest. You tangle your legs with his, and he’s sure to be extra careful with you, knowing how you must be sore.
“How was that for your first time, love? Did you feel good?” He asks softly, his voice barely above a whisper, everything much softer and less intense than it was when he was deep inside of you.
“It was better than I thought it would be…” You respond, a small smile on your face as you’re already thinking back on it. “I thought it would only hurt… but it felt really good. Better than anything else I’ve felt.”
“That means I did my job right then.” He chuckles, kissing the top of your head, causing you to laugh a little too.
“But seriously… You did so well, petal. You were so good for me. Took me so well. I’m just happy that I was able to please you, too.”
You lift your head a bit to look up at him, his eyes already on you with a softness that makes your heart melt. You just look at him for a moment, something about how sweet he’s been and how well he’s taken care of you, making you extra emotional, your eyes watering up.
And before you can even think about it, your next words come spilling out of your lips, ones you hadn’t spoken out loud yet.
“I love you, Niall.” You whisper, your voice breaking a small bit with how much you’re feeling right now.
Niall’s heart basically explodes when he sees the look on your face and the words you just whispered to him – ones he thought he’d still have to wait a while before hearing.
He gently cradles your cheek with his hand, thumb brushing a tear away from under your eye.
“I love you, too, angel. So fucking much.” He whispers back before leaning in and kissing you, soft, sure, and slow. Not rushed at all. Just present. Real. A reassurance to you that he’s not going anywhere.
When the kiss breaks, you settle against his chest again, the exhaustion from everything you just did hitting you all at once, causing you to yawn. Niall just pulls you in closer, holding you like you’ll disappear if he doesn’t.
“Get some sleep, love. I’ll be right here when you wake up.” He whispers, kissing the top of your head once more as you both settle in for the night.
You fall asleep right there in his arms, with an ache between your thighs and a steady heartbeat under your ear, reminding you that what you have with Niall is the realist, strongest type of love you’ve ever felt. And you’re never letting go of him, nor is he you.
just a quiet morning before the rest of the world wakes up
Synopsis: You wake up to a slow, warm morning, and Niall makes sure you feel incredible before the rest of the world shows up
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The soft, golden morning light spills through the sheer curtains of the bedroom, covering you in a comforting warmth, slowly drawing you out of sleep. You curl into yourself, pulling the puffy sheets higher as you fight off waking, the drawls of sleep having its claws buried deep in your brain.
That is, until you feel a gentle squeeze around your waist as your back presses against something solid and warm, followed by the hum of something sweet by your ear with warm lips pressed to your shoulder in a series of sleepy kisses.
Your husband must have sensed you stir, because you cannot remember a single moment in the seven years you two have been together where he’s woken you up before you were ready.
“Good morning, baby…” Niall murmurs lowly, his voice gruff with sleep as he continues to pepper your skin with gentle kisses.
You let out a tired hum in response, eyes still shut as you melt into him, not quite ready to fully wake up. He chuckles, nuzzling his face into your neck, taking a deep breath as he basks in the soft morning light with you.
You two lie like this for a while, his form molded around your own, as if the rest of the world will only wake up when you both decide it should. The only sounds are the two of you breathing, mixed with the faint static of the baby monitor sitting on the nightstand you two haven’t bothered to put away yet.
Niall stirs behind you, and you feel his lips starting to kiss along your shoulder again, slowly, reverently, kissing down your arm a bit before moving back up. He carefully maneuvers you so you’re lying on your back, his hand rubbing up and down your thigh as his lips move to your collarbone. A tired chuckle leaves your lips, your eyes fluttering open for the first time this morning to watch him.
“What on earth are you doing?” you mumble with a smile on your lips, running your hand through his messy brown hair as his eyes look up into yours.
“Just admiring how stunning my wife looks in the morning, and how lucky I am to get you all to m’self..” He murmurs, shifting so he’s hovering over you, a sleepy grin on his face as his eyes trace your features. He acts the same way he did the first week after you two got married; as if he can’t believe it really happened. And he’s always been that way, treating every day, every moment as a blessing of its own. Because to him it really is.
You’re still half asleep as he starts kissing down your body again, lips moving over the old worn t-shirt of his that you’re wearing as his warm hands slip under the hem, rubbing up and down your sides, gently squeezing on occasion.
He keeps going lower, all the way down until his lips meet the space between where the hem of your shirt has ridden up and your panties, his hands sliding down to your thighs, starting to gently coax them open.
You feel that warmth in your lower belly begin to build, your cheeks going a bit flush, but you’re awake enough to let logic jump in before he goes any further.
“Baby, come on, don’t tease me… Sofie’s gonna wake up any minute now, we should get up.” You say, sitting up and leaning back on your elbows as you try and tilt his head up. Sofie, your two-year-old little girl slept perfectly through the night last night, which for you just means she’ll wake up as a ball full of energy sooner rather than later.
He looks up at you, a small pout on his lips like a kid who just got candy taken away from him, thumb gently rubbing back and forth on your thigh. “C’mon, love, it’s still early. She usually isn’t up for at least another fifteen minutes… just let me have a taste, that’s all ‘m asking for.”
Niall kisses up and down your thighs, lips brushing against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, undeniably getting you worked up, knowing your weaknesses. “Please, sweetheart… let me make you feel good…”
“Niall…” you protest weakly, but it’s no use. He has a point. Sofie probably won’t wake up for a little bit now.
“...fine, okay, yes, you win..” you say, trying to be a bit annoyed, but it’s impossible with him, a small smile forcing its way onto your face.
“There’s my girl.” He says, grinning up at you. “Now lift your hips, baby… Let’s get these out of the way.”
You lift your hips up enough for him to slip your panties down your thighs, tossing them to the side to deal with later. He doesn't waste a second before letting his lips meet your core, starting off with slow, tantalizing kisses that make you whine and shift beneath him. He lets out a small chuckle against you, his eyes looking up at you from his place between your legs. “Patience, baby, I’m getting there.”
And he sure did get there. He flattens his tongue against you, licking one long strip through your folds from your entrance up to your clit, humming as he collects your already present arousal on his tongue.
“Fuckin’ hell, you taste incredible,” he mumbles against you, as if he hasn’t said that every single time he’s eaten you out. You whimper a small bit, hand moving down to grip the hair at the top of his head, both to ground yourself and because you know how much he loves it.
His tongue works you slowly, dipping into every place it can reach, wanting to taste every last bit of you. Nothing is rushed. Just pure pleasure.
You gasp and moan as he continues his ministrations, his name spilling from your lips with every flick of his tongue against your clit.
“That’s it, baby…” He mumbles, clearly enjoying this just as much as you are. “Y’look so pretty. So perfect for me.”
His tongue dips down to your entrance, collecting your arousal before dragging back up to your clit, circling it and teasing it with his tongue before gently sucking on it. Your hips buck up against his mouth, a moan falling from your lips as you let your head fall back from the pleasure.
Without much of a warning, you feel his head pull back enough for him to run two of his fingers through your folds, soaking them in your wetness before slowly pushing inside of you, letting his tongue flick your clit again.
“Oh god, baby-!” Your voice is strained and breathless, already so close to the edge, knowing you’re about to tip over at any moment.
“I’ve got you, petal. Let it happen, I wanna taste every last drop of ya.” Niall murmurs before going all in, curling his fingers at the same rate his tongue is teasing your clit, knowing just how to work your orgasm out of you.
With a few more whimpers and moans, you’re tumbling over the edge, putting your arm over your mouth so you don’t moan too loudly, hips grinding against him as you chase your release, Niall working you through every second of it.
After a few moments, Niall slows down his movements, gently pulling his fingers out of you before replacing them with his tongue, drinking up your release like it’s his favorite meal. He gently works his tongue until you’ve come down, pulling back and even licking your release off of each of his fingers.
You’re left flushed and breathing heavily, looking up at him through dazed eyes, that satisfied smile ever present on your face. Niall grins at the sight of you, carefully crawling up and laying back down beside you, pulling you into him.
“You did so good, love… thank you…” He murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before tucking it under his chin, bringing you close to your chest. You hum in response, too blissed out to really have many words yet.
After a minute or two, Niall shifts, and you can feel his undeniably hard member press against your leg, earning a small chuckle from you. Niall just smirks and looks down at you, shaking his head.
“Oh, c’mon, you can’t laugh at me for that. I mean, how could I not get like this after eating out my hot, sexy, perfect wife?”
You laugh again, tilting your head up to look back at him. “Oh, but I thought you just wanted a taste? Nothing more? Your body seems to be telling me different things..” You tease, your hand slowly running up and down his chest. You can tell that’s getting to him, based on the way his breath catches and his pupils dilate.
“Well, Sofie isn’t up yet… and I’ve clearly got a bit of a problem that I know you’re very good at taking care of…” Niall responds, his voice a bit gruff as he cards his hand through your hair, not being very subtle about his intentions.
“Maybe I can do something about that…” You say, a small smile on your face as you lean in and kiss him, letting your hand travel down to the waistband of his boxers.
Niall melts right into the kiss, easily slipping his tongue into your mouth and deepening it, a small moan escaping his lips at the feeling of your fingers slipping into his boxers.
Just when you’re about to touch him, though, the unmistakable sound of your little girl’s voice comes echoing from her room down the hall.
“Mummy!! Daddy!!! Morning!!!!”
Niall immediately groans, pulling away from the kiss and resting his forehead against yours, but there’s a small smile on his face. You laugh, pulling your hand out and cupping his cheek instead.
“Now that’s what you get for being greedy.” You say, nudging your nose against his.
“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, you called it…” He mumbles, trying to sound upset, but its clear he isn’t too bothered based on the smile he can’t hide.
“MUMMYYYYY!!!” Sofie’s little voice shouts from down the hall again, this time sounding more upset since she’s been awake for a whole minute now and no one’s gone and retrieved her.
“Coming, sweetheart!!” You call out, pecking Niall’s cheek before starting to get up, putting on a new pair of panties but keeping Niall’s word t-shirt on.
“I’ll go get Sofie and start breakfast. I’ll let you handle your little ‘friend’ before joining us.” You say, trying not to laugh too much at his unfortunate circumstance.
Niall chuckles, reaching out and taking your hand, pulling you back over to the bed before you walk out. “Right, that’s fair enough… Maybe you can make it up to me tonight?” He says, that devilish smirk on his face as he squeezes your hand.
“We’ll see how good you are today, Irish.” You respond, smiling innocently as you peck his lips before pulling away and walking out of the room. Niall just laughs, shaking his head at your antics as he gets up and makes his way into your bathroom.
some good old tipsy, desperate smut (title: "Plasticine" by James Marriott)
Synopsis: after a night out at a party, you two stumble into your hotel room together, a bit tipsy, and when Niall sees you wear his shirt... Oh, he's a goner.
Tags: established relationship, Niall x Reader, smut, fluff, a bit of dom!Niall if you squint, oral (f!receiving), piv unprotected (not a plot point but it happens), aftercare
Words: 2.8k (I've learned 'short' smut is impossible if you want ANY emotion lolz)
CW: mentions of alcohol, smut, a bit dominant but no aggression
18+ content!!! Reader's discretion is advised!
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The bass from the party still rings in your ears as you stumble into yours and Niall’s hotel room – both tipsy and a little giddy, high off life.
“I swear t’god, babe, you get way more handsy with me when you’re a bit drunk.” Niall chuckles as he shuts the door behind you two and pulls off his shoes, immediately starting to undress. His accent always has its way of becoming stronger when he’s had a few drinks in, and it tends to make that space between your thighs feel warmer.
“No, I do not! You’re the one who couldn't keep his hand off my thigh every time we sat down.” You retort with a chuckle of your own, pulling your heels off and unzipping your dress, following suit. It’s late, you two had a great night, but all you can think about is getting into something more comfortable.
“Well, it’s my fault you wore that thing. Can’t expect me to not touch you when your dress is that short.” He responds, that cheeky smirk ever-present on his face as he’s unbuttoning his dress shirt. He reaches into his suitcase, which has been open and scattered since you two got here, and tosses you one of his t-shirts, not even asking if you wanted to wear it. He knows he doesn’t have to. You would have just gotten it yourself if he hadn’t gotten it for you.
You simply laugh in response, shaking your head and catching the t-shirt with ease. He slips out of his clothes and pulls on some sweats, his back turned to you, while you shimmy out of your dress and pull on the shirt he threw – an old Fleetwood Mac t-shirt – not bothering with pants.
He turns around as you’re about to climb into bed, makeup still on, too unbothered to go all the way to the bathroom and wash it off. The second his eyes take you in, though, it’s like a switch in his brain flipped. Seeing you in simply his shirt, nothing else… the way it hangs off your shoulder a bit, and how your legs are on full display…
“Oh fuckin’ hell, babe, you can’t be serious..” He almost growls, his voice low and raspy, nearly an octave drop from where it was before. Your stomach flips at his tone of voice. When you look over at him, he’s already walking right up to you. He has that look in his eyes – the look that tells you the night isn’t quite over like you thought it was.
Before you can even get a word in, his hands are on you, stopping you from getting into bed. They land on your hips, pulling you straight into him as he crashes his lips into yours; hungry, messy, desperate. The kind of kiss that makes you lose your breath and stumble backwards a little.
A strangled moan escapes the back of his throat as he kisses you, like just this is enough to ruin him already. Something about that just turns you on even more. You kiss him back just as passionately, the heat quickly building up between the two of you. Your hands explore his torso, tracing along his muscles, every curve of him, sliding up to his neck, then his hair – just reaching for wherever they can feel. His own hands slip under your shirt, pushing the fabric up before he murmurs lowly against your lips.
“‘M sorry, love, but I’m gonna have to take this back from you now...”
You can feel the slight smirk of his lips against your own, driving you crazier. You lift your arms, letting him pull his shirt off you. It’s quickly tossed to the side, forgotten, and his lips are straight back onto yours. He walks you backward just a bit, maneuvering you so you’re lying on the bed, him on top of you. He trails his lips to your jaw, greedily kissing and sucking at the skin as he moves down your neck. He isn’t wasting time or taking it slow like he does so often. No, he’s a man on a mission tonight. And that mission is to ruin the two of you.
Your hands glide through the locks of his hair as he kisses down, softly tugging at the strands the way you know he loves, making him groan against your skin. His mouth moves to your chest, eagerly finding your nipple and lapping it before fully taking it in, sucking and swirling with his tongue as his other hand pinches and twists the bud of your other nipple.
“Mmm, Niall-” You whine his name, your back already arching up into him, breathing heavily as you watch him please you. He just hums and looks back up at you, the vibration just adding to the pleasure. His eyes are darkened with lust, your reactions only spurring him on.
He releases the nipple in his mouth with a wet ‘pop’ before moving over to the other side, giving that one the same amount of attention. While his mouth works your breast, his hand slides its way down, all the way to your core, applying the slightest bit of pressure as he cups your heat.
You moan just from that touch, your hair tugging his head back a little bit stronger than before. He pulls his head up, that wicked smirk on his face as he looks at your wanton expression.
“Fuck, petal. So worked up for me and I’ve barely even touched you yet…” He says, keeping his eyes locked on you as he starts to slowly rub your core. Your hips shift up to meet his movements, your body giving way to just how desperate he’s truly made you.
“Can’t help it… You started it.” You murmur in response, trying even now to be a bit cheeky with him. He notices, shaking his head with a tsk sound as he brings his face up to yours.
“You’re really gonna try that one right now, baby? Because we both know how this is going to end…” He whispers, his breath fanning over your lips before he leans in and kisses you. Once he pulls away, he’s already moving down, spreading your legs further with his hands as he brings his head between them.
“Christ, you’re soaking through your panties, love… I would’ve gotten us up here sooner if I knew you needed me so bad.” He says with that cheeky drawl, placing a few kisses over your clothed heat before pulling your panties off of you and discarding them on the floor.
He doesn’t give you a second to breathe before his lips are on you, diving straight in. You let out a desperate moan, which sounds more like a gasp, your eyes widening as you sit up on your elbows and watch him, your legs threatening to close around his head. His lips and tongue are on your clit, sucking and flicking it, knowing all the spots that really get you going.
“Oh fuck, you taste incredible, baby…” He mumbles against you, not even lifting his head up to speak, going straight back in. He flattens his tongue as he licks a long strip through your folds, savoring every drop of your essence.
“Like pure fucking heaven.” He murmurs before working his tongue on your entrance.
He eats you out like a man starved, not letting a single drop go to waste. He moves between nearly fucking you with his tongue to sucking on your clit, making you gasp and writhe, nearly grinding your hips against his face. When he dips to your entrance, his nose brushes your clit in the most delectable way, causing you to moan out each time. You’re lucky his hands are holding your legs open; otherwise, you would have accidentally suffocated him by now.
Your lower belly is starting to twist and tighten, and that warm feeling is starting to bubble up quickly.
“Oh god, Niall- baby- I’m- I’m gonna cum-...” Whimpers and whines are leaving your lips that are fully out of your control, and Niall doesn’t let up for a second.
“Let it go, baby… Cum for me. Let me taste your pretty cunt as you cum…” He rasps against you, his tongue working double-time to get you there.
That’s all it takes, though, because in a moment your eyes pinch shut as your body quivers, that white heat washing over you. You moan his name, your hips jerking up, almost trying to run away from it, but he holds you in place. His tongue works you through your orgasm, slowing down to ease you out of it, lapping up everything you’re giving him like it’s his favorite meal.
Once you’ve come down into a panting, sweaty mess, Niall finally lifts his head up for the first time in what- ten minutes now? His chin is glistening with your arousal and he’s got the biggest grin on his face as he carefully crawls up to meet your gaze.
“You’re so good t’me, baby… Taste so sweet. I’m so lucky to be the one who gets to please you like this.” He says, his voice low, raspy, but comforting. He leans in and peppers kisses all over your face, ending with a soft, slow one right to your lips, which you return.
“You treat me so well, Ni…” You whisper against his lips, smiling as you look into his eyes.
“It’s what you deserve, love. Nothing less than perfection.” He whispers back, pressing more kisses all over your face.
“You back to me yet, pet?” He asks, pulling back to carefully study your face.
You giggle a little, nodding your head. “Barely. You killed me, baby…”
Niall chuckles, a glint in his eye giving way to what he’s thinking. “If that killed you, then you might not make it through the night, because I’m desperate to be inside you right now, petal.” His voice is a practical growl, the clear need dripping off of it.
You feel your breath hitch a slight bit, feeling that ache between your legs again, one telling you you need him, even though you’ve just finished. “Please, baby… Need your cock...”
“There’s my girl.” He says with a wicked smile before kissing you senseless.
Your hands trail down his body as you two kiss, all lips and tongue and teeth, showing each other just how badly you need the other. You pull down his joggers and briefs, causing him to hum into the kiss.
“I know, baby, I’ll get ‘em off.” He murmurs against your lips before pulling away to fully pull the clothes off.
Once he’s exposed, he leans straight back in to kiss you, settling between your legs to press his hard length against your core. You moan into his lips, pressing your hips up into him.
“Niall, please… Need you so bad. Need to feel you fill me up.” You whisper into his ear as he trails kisses to your neck again.
“You’ll get it, petal. You have all of me, every last inch.” He whispers back, kissing and nipping at your neck as he grinds into you a few times, making your head spin.
He finally pulls back enough to look down between the two of you, positioning his tip with your entrance.
“You ready to feel me deep inside you, baby?” He asks, looking back at you with that cheeky smile.
“Mhm.. Please…” You say, probably begging for the millionth time tonight. Niall finally gives in, slowly pressing inside of you, moaning at the sensation as your walls clench his cock.
“Oh fuck me, baby-” He groans, stilling once he’s bottomed out inside of you. Your nails dig into his shoulders, whimpering a bit at how much he fills you. You think you’d be used to it by now, but it shocks you every time.
“I’ve got you, love, ‘M right here…” Niall mumbles, pressing soft kisses all over your neck and your face as he lets you adjust, starting to slowly move in and out of you. Every movement causes you to gasp and whimper, feeling him hit every spot inside of you perfectly.
“Oh Niall… Yes… feels so good..” You moan, only spurring him on. Niall groans in response, picking up his pace, losing restraint as he chases the pleasure.
“Fuck, petal, keep makin’ those noises… Tell me just how good I’m making you feel.” He gruffs out.
His name spills from your lips as he fucks into you, making your head all fuzzy, your body getting tingly as you feel your next orgasm approaching.
Niall can tell, feeling the way you’re clenching him tighter, your body tensing up a bit. He knows your tells, but he wants to drag this out for as long as possible. He slows down his thrusts, only causing you to whine at the loss of friction.
“Not yet, baby… Wanna fuck you a bit longer, yeah? Don’t you want that?”
You nod your head, knowing he has a point even though you were already so close to finishing.
“That’s a good girl… Taking m’cock so well…” He grumbles, thrusting slowly, but grinding harder when he’s all the way in, his pelvis stimulating your clit in the most delicious friction.
Your mind is spinning, your desperation to cum only growing from how he’s practically teasing you, you can barely take it anymore.
“Niall, please… I need more… Can you please go faster, please?” You whimper, looking up at him desperately. He just smirks a bit, clearly enjoying seeing you like this.
“You really need me that bad, princess? Need me to fuck you senseless?” He says, punctuating his words a bit with a couple of rough thrusts. You immediately moan, nodding your head insistently.
“Since you’ve been so good and asked so nicely, I’ll give you what you want, baby.” He says, his hands sliding under your ass to lift you up a bit, changing the angle. He picks up the speed, thrusting into you faster and harder, the new angle making him hit that spot deep inside of you over and over again, making you see stars.
“You getting close, baby? You gonna cum all over my cock? Gonna let me feel you soak me?”
You can’t even speak at this point, it’s all moans and whimpers as you mindlessly nod your head, right on that line.
“Cum for me, angel.” He says into your ear, and at his command, you feel your body let go, falling over the peak and tumbling into your orgasm.
Niall follows right after you, moaning loudly as his hips stutter, jerking inside of you before he stills, spilling deep inside of you.
After a few moments, he collapses on top of you, his face buried into the crook of your neck as he places chaste kisses against your skin. You’re both panting, sweating, utterly exhausted, but in the best way possible – blissed out and in love.
“Such a good girl… Did so good for me… I love you so much, baby…” He whispers against your skin, coaxing you out of that floaty state your mind is in, bringing you back down to earth.
You don’t know how much time has passed, but you feel Niall carefully pull out of you, getting off the bed and walking into the bathroom for a minute. He comes back, and you feel the mattress dip with his weight as he sits down next to you.
“‘M gonna clean you up, pet, okay? Just lie there and relax…” He says as he carefully coaxes your legs open again. You whimper a little bit when he cleans you, occasionally feeling the warm towel brush against your clit, which is still very sensitive. He mumbles tiny apologies and praises, making sure you’re all cleaned up.
Once he’s finished, he tosses the towel somewhere on the floor to clean up tomorrow, crawling next to you and pulling the covers up over the two of you. He scoops you up into his arms, cradling you into his chest as the two of you settle down for the night.
“Are you feeling okay, baby? I didn’t lose you, did I?” Niall murmurs as he runs his hand through your hair, studying your face as you lie against him with your eyes shut.
You shake your head, a faint smile ghosting your lips. “No, I’m here… just sleepy… and happy…” You whisper back, turning into a yawn as you cuddle closer to him.
Niall just holds you closer, making sure you feel safe and protected after all of that. “‘M glad you feel so good, honey, because I do too… Just go to sleep now, I’ve got you.”
You let yourself drift off, the soothing rhythm of Niall's heartbeat against your ear lulling you into a peaceful sleep. Nights like these with Niall always end perfectly. Even when he gets a bit rough and desperate, he always takes care of you afterward and makes you feel so safe and loved. You can’t imagine ever loving anyone else the way that you love him, and you’re perfectly content with that.
CW: Smut, semi public sex (bathroom), language and mentions of drinking.
Word Count: 1.9K
A/N: This is just filth, very little plot but I wanted to dip my toes into the Niall Smut pool so here we go! Also clearly I wish I was off on a holiday because this is the 3rd vacation blurb I’ve written recently! Oh and this is lowkey dedicated to @maudie-duan and @adoredeanna thanks for listening to be blab about this for so long😂✨
Summary: Niall misreads your signals resulting in a loud knock on the bathroom door✨
“Babe?” You turn to look at the bathroom door as a very familiar voice comes through it followed by a loud knock. “Babe are you in there? S’just me.” Your eyes narrow as you toss the paper you just dried your hands off with into the trash before taking a step towards the door.
“Niall?” You hear his all too recognizable laugh coming from the other side of the door as you begin to unlock it. “What are-”
“Took you long enough.” He says cutting you off as he pushes his way into the bathroom. “Were you expecting someone else or s’mthin?” He jokes with a playful wink as you stand there staring at him with confusion written all over your face, your hand still on the doorknob and your brow quirked.
“Uh I wasn’t expecting anyone.” You answer making him roll his eyes as he gently wraps his hand around your wrist so he can pry your hand off the doorknob letting him properly close and lock it.
“Yeah right you were givin’ me all the signals to come and follow you in here.” You let out a laugh a he pulls you closer to him by his hold on your wrist, placing your hand flat against his chest. His blue eyes stare into yours as he walks you backwards until you’re up against the counter the sink is on that you were just using to wash your hands before he interrupted you.
“You’re clearly drunk because I didn’t give you any signals that said follow me into the bathroom.”
“Really? Then what was with all the touchin and you squeezed my thigh before you got up from the table-that’s definitely a come fuck me in the loo kinda single babe.” As you stare at him he takes the time to drag your hand down his chest. “You know what all that touchin and squeezin’ does to me love.” He adds as he watches your eyes get wide when he drags your hand down until it’s right over the very obvious bulge in his shorts.
“Niall we can’t-”
“Why not?” He asks as he lets go of your wrist, a slow smirk works its way onto his face when you keep your hand pressed over his shorts. “Know you can feel how much I need you right now.” You feel your heart begin to beat faster as you lightly palm him over his shorts letting you feel just how hard he is. A soft groan escapes Niall as his hands grab your hips while he leans down and attaches his lips to the side of your neck.
“We can’t. Some-someone might hear us.” Your voice is low as Niall kisses his way down your neck, a small gasp leaves you when you feel one of his hands slip under your sundress and slide towards your center.
“Let em’ hear us.” He mumbles against your skin as he kisses the top of your shoulder. “We don’t know these people-never see em’ again anyway.” You close your eyes as his fingers gently move your panties to the side so his index and middle finger can feel just how wet you already are for him as he teases you by circling them at your entrance that’s slick with your arousal.
“Gonna burst in my pants if I don’t get inside of you soon baby.” He groans as you spread your legs wider letting him have more room, you hold bacm a loud moan as he slips his two fingers inside your tight cunt.
“Niall-”
“So wet already love.” Your hand falls from his shorts so you can grip the edge of the counter. “Know you love my fingers baby but m’aching-need to feel you wrapped around my cock.” His voice is rough as he gives you a few quick pumps with his fingers before he slips them out of you. He makes quick work of sliding his shorts down to his ankles, your eyes instantly travel down from his face and his chest to his cock, the pink tip already shiny and leaking as Niall wraps a hand around it letting out a sigh of relief when he starts to give himself a few slow stokes.
Niall watches with lust filled eyes as you lick your lips and swallow thickly, the sight of his hand wrapped around his hard cock suddenly making you forget all about your worries of being heard. Now all you’re concerned about is how this is going to actually work in the small space of the single stall bathroom. Your eyes are glued to the scene in front of you, a rush of arousal floods through you as Niall lets out a low moan that has your insides buzzing with a strong need to have him inside you.
“How do you want-” your words are cut off by Niall’s lips crashing into yours in a heated kiss, his tongue sliding into your mouth making you let out a tiny moan as he deepens the kiss. You feel his hands on your hips giving them soft squeezes while your hands grab onto the soft material of his shirt.
“Turn around for me love.” He demands in a rough and low voice that has you instantly doing as he says, turning around so you’re now facing the mirror. You don’t waste anytime and slide your panties down your legs while Niall lifts the skirt of your dress up so it’s over your hips. “Them squats been doin you good baby-ass looks top notch.” Before you can even roll your eyes at his silly compliment you feel his hands moving your legs further apart so he can line himself up with your entrance.
You let out a gasp when without a warning he pushes all the way in with one harsh thrust, a moan from deep in his chest falling from his lips as his grip on your hips tightens. You lean over the counter as he begins to pump his fat cock into your slick cunt, his hips keeping a pace of quick harsh thrusts that have you letting out a moan of pleasure as your clit rubs against the smooth rounded edge of the counter with each thrust.
“Need this so bad-feel so fuckin good baby.” His voice is strained as he leans over so he can place sloppy kisses to the back of your shoulders. “Gonna love on ya properly when we get back to the room. Jus need to fuck this tight cunt first okay?”
“Yes yes that’s-oh god.” You bring a hand up and smack it flat against the mirror for support as Niall pounds into you from behind, a hand sliding up your side and slipping to your front so he can palm at one of your breasts.
“Look in the mirror baby.” You slowly look up and into the mirror as he rolls your nipple between his thumb and index finger. “Look how beautiful you are when you fall apart for me-fuckin mesmerizin.” His words have you moaning as your hips try to meet his quick thrusts, but it’s not until his eyes find yours in the mirror that you begin to come undone. “That’s it love-squeezing me so good.” You close your eyes as the tension in your lower tummy finally snaps and you start to pulse and clench around him.
“Oh Niall.” You moan loudly making him let out a strained groan as he starts to give you a few rough thrusts of his hips making the tip of his cock continuously hit that sweet spot deep inside you as your organism hits you with wave after wave of blissful pleasure.
“Fuck baby say my name again.” He pants as his thrusts get more determined as he pinches your nipples between his thumb and index finger. “Come on sweetheart let everyone know who’s fucking this sweet pussy-whose cock you’re making a mess on.” Your hand slides down the mirror as you feel his hand on your hip slip down to your ass, grabbing it and squeezing it harshly.
“Niall-oh god Niall.” At the sound of your voice crying out his name you hear him let out a groan as he gives your one last harsh thrust before he’s pumping his warm load deep inside you.
“M’gonna fill you up just the way you like baby.” You let out a gasp when Niall slowly pumps his cock deep into your dripping cunt, fucking you through his release. “Hear that?” His lips are next to your ear as the squelching sounds of him thrusting his cock into your soaked center fills the room. “That’s the sound of your messy little cunt getting fucked full of me-shit s’like music to my ears baby I love it.” You let out a moan as he gives your ass a squeeze before his hands go back to holding your hips.
“So-so full.” You say with sigh as Niall stills, you feel him smile against the skin on the side of your neck.
“You okay sweetheart?” You just nod as you try to catch your breath while Niall slowly pulls out of you, he lets out a soft chuckle when you let out a small whine at the sudden feeling of emptiness. “Don’t worry baby you’ll be stuffed full of me again real soon.” He coos sweetly into your ear before he stands up so he can bend down and pull his shorts back up.
“So pretty.” He mumbles to himself as he crouches down behind you, his eyes watching the mixture of your arousals dripping down your thigh as he slides your panties up your legs. He gives the back of your thighs a few kisses before standing up, you let out a huff as his hands begin to fix the skirt of your dress while you stand up straight and look at yourself in the mirror.
“Oh god I look-”
“Like you just got a good fucking from your boyfriend?”
“Niall James!” He lets out a loud laugh as you spin around and give his chest a few playful smacks, but he notices the smile that takes over your face.
“Love it when you say my name.” He teases as he runs his hands through your hair, a playful smile on his face as his eyes stare into yours. “I love you.” His eyes soften as he leans down and places a kiss to your forehead.
“I love you too.” You say with a smile while placing your hands on his chest. “But you’re going out there first to tell me if the coast is clear because I don’t want people to know what just happened in here.” Niall lets out a laugh as he rolls his eyes.
“Love m’not gonna lie-anyone within a few feet of that door is gonna know what just happened in here.”
“You’re so annoying.”
“Yeah yeah-but ya love me so it’s fine.” He replies with a smirk as he reaches behind you and gives your backside a quick pinch before heading for the bathroom door. “I’ll text you when m’back at the table okay?”
“Thank you.” You tell him as he shoots you a wink right before unlocking the door and slipping out of the bathroom, letting you once again be alone in the small space. “Good lord.” You say with a breathy laugh as you turn around and look at your reflection in the mirror. You wash your hands and fix your hair and dress just as you see your phone light up on the counter. Your face breaks out into a grin and you let out a giggle as you read Niall’s text.
“Good to go baby. Promise no one has a clue you just got good and fucked in that tiny ass bathroom.”
You meet Theo but he doesnt like you so you meet him again?💕💕💕💕
“He never actslike this,” Niall said biting his lip. He was so worried. You frowned softly.“Theo,” Niall murmured. “C’mon quit being so cranky,” he said and rubbed hisback as the little one hid in his uncle’s neck.
“It’s okay,”you smiled weakly. “I can meet him some other day,” you said reassuringly.Niall was suddenly very nervous. Hewas scared that his favorite little nephew wasn’t going to like his best girl.You weren’t too worried. Kids generally liked you. You just assumed that thelittle one was a bit shy and maybe even a bit sleepy—he had been brought to theairport at the wee hours of the morning with Denise and Greg when they came topick you and Niall up.
“Theo, buddy,”Niall frowned. “She’s really nice, please look at her,” he begged softly.
Theo peekedfrom Niall’s shoulder to look at you before he started to wail again and turnto Niall’s chest. Niall sighed heavily. “M’sorry, princess.”
“No, it’s fine,same. I’d cry too if I saw me,” you winked at Niall. He practically glared atyou.
“Shut up,stupid,” he rolled his eyes.
You giggledsmiling at him and then bit your lip. You were sad he didn’t like you, but youweren’t heartbroken. You figured it could be worse.
*
Niall held yourhand in one hand and carried Theo on his hip on the other side. Theo was onceagain buried into Niall’s shoulder hiding from you. Shy, scared, angry you justdidn’t know. “Theo, you’re really hurting my princess’ feelings,” he whispered.
“Niall,” youscolded lightly. “It’s okay if he doesn’t like me.”
But you knew itwasn’t. You actually desperately wanted the approval from the three-year old.He was Niall’s best bud. If you didn’t have his approval you were going to bereally worried. “He’s just being shy…I don’t know why…” He sighed heavilygently rocking him and kissing the top of his head. “Hopefully he’ll get overit.” You shrugged it off. Some kids were fussy until they really got to knowsomeone. You weren’t too offended you just hoped you could prove to Theo thatyou really did love his uncle and him.
Niall carriedthe little one with the two of you as you walked through the small little town.Of course someone spotted Niall and Theo started to whimper. Girls started toscream and Niall politely asked them to back off and give him some space. Yougently stood beside Theo and Niall and you put a hand on Niall’s back. “They’reloud, aren’t they sweetie pie?” You asked whispering to Niall’s mini-me.
He peered atyou with a confused expression. Why weren’t you screaming? All of the girlsalways screamed around Niall. Niall set Theo on the ground and started to walkaway from him in hopes that the girls would leave him be. Theo however scaredthat Niall was leaving him started after him. Unfortunately, another girlscreamed, startling the poor thing and caused him to grab your hand. You kneltdown to his height and you squeezed his hand. “Do you want me to hold you?” Youasked. “We can go get a treat while Uncle Niall plays with the girls, how doesthat sound?” You asked curiously.
He noddedhesitantly and lifted his arms up for you to hold him. You smiled as you heldhim on your hip. He placed his thumb in his mouth resting his head on yourshoulder. It was a good half hour before Niall was finished with all the girls.He turned to find you and Theo nowhere to be seen. He walked around a bit andfound the two of you sitting on a bench. You were giggling at him while hegiggled back. And then you would make a funny face at them.
Niall’s heartmelted. He was so thrilled. “Hey there,” he said softly. “How are you guys?” Heasked sitting beside you two.
“We’re good. Wegot some ice cream, didn’t we?” You asked.
He nodded. “Auntiegot chocolate in her nose,” Theo giggled of you. You smiled and Niall’s heartswam—auntie.
“That doesn’tsurprise me,” Niall smirked and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “M’glad you’regetting along now,” he whispered pressing another kiss to your ear. You smiled.
“Just a bit of warmingup to,” you said and kissed Theo’s forehead. He smiled sheepishly, happy he wasgetting gentle attention from one of Uncle Niall’s girls.
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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I loved your niall smut! If you’re into it, I would love to request an established niall bf x gf, Niall receiving oral smut piece🫣 like maybe it’s his birthday or something! I love your writing style
warnings: smut, MDNI, oral (m receiving), praise kink, brief mention of alcohol, language
pairing: niall x reader
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birthday boy
The warm rays from the sun were shining on your body, the warm water surrounding you. You and Niall were out on the patio. It was his birthday, he didn't want any kind of party this year, instead insisting that you and him just spend some quality time together. So, you had decided to make it a pool day, finally getting some use out of the swimming pool in the backyard. You watched Niall take another sip of his beer. You swam over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck.
"You enjoying your birthday?" You asked.
"Yep, this is just what I wanted." He smiled, laying his beer on the concrete.
"Good, I'm glad." You said, placing a kiss on his cheek.
"When is it time for my dessert?" Niall questioned.
"I have to go grab it from the kitchen." You told him.
"Hmmm, maybe I meant your dessert" He teased.
You snorted, lightly slapping his chest, "Slow your roll birthday boy, maybe later if you act right."
"I'll be sure to be on my best behavior then." He chuckled.
You rolled your eyes playfully, "I'll go ahead and get your cake."
You pulled yourself out of the pool, water dripping off to you as you did. You adjusted your top, pulling it up a little. You grabbed a towel, drying off quickly, and then wrapping it around yourself. You slid open the patio door, padding your way to the kitchen. You grabbed the birthday cake that you had made off of the counter. When you walked back out, your boyfriend was now sat at the table waiting for you. You came over to him, laying the cake down on the table. It wasn't anything fancy, just frosted white with an array of berries on top. You take your seat in the chair next to him.
"Looks amazing petal, thank you." He said, leaning over to press a kiss to your lips.
A smile etched across your face, you stuck a few candles in, quickly lighting them.
"Okay." You said, "Happy birthday love, make a wish." You pressed a kiss to his cheek.
Niall blew out the candles. "What did you wish for?" You asked.
"I can't tell you! It won't come true." He said matter of factly.
"Fair enough." You mumbled.
You cut a piece for both of you, plating them both on their respective plates. The sun finally began setting, meaning that the day was coming to an end. Niall noticed this.
"Thank you for everything today, it's been absolutely perfect." He spoke, holding your hand. A sweet gesture that still made your heart flutter like it did the very first time.
"Of course, Ni. I'm just glad you've enjoyed it." You spoke softly.
He stared at the sunset, the patio always had the perfect view of the sky. "This was just exactly what I needed. A day away from everything, just finally getting to spend some alone time with you."
"Well, the day isn't over yet." You said, getting out of your own seat to instead straddle his lap. Then darker and more sultry you said, "After all, I still haven't given you your gift."
You started grinding against him, feeling him get harder by the second. You let your hands rest on his shoulders. He stared at you now, his eyes blazed with lust. His breathing becoming a bit more sporadic.
"Christ, you are just perfect. How did I get so lucky?" Niall breathed, one hand rubbing down the small of your back, sending a chill up your spine.
"Just by being you." You murmured, closing the space between you to connect your lips.
You invited your tongue into his mouth, eliciting a moan of surprise from him. Your tongues molded together, moving in rhythm, your body's so aligned with one another. The passion was making your heart beat out of your chest. Niall suddenly pulls your swim top down, groping your breasts. You gasped in his mouth, a shock of excitement going straight down to your core. He took your hardned nipple between his fingers, rubbing and twisting it. You pulled off from his lips, panting.
"Fuck." You choked, your head falling back a little, exposing your neck.
Niall quickly took advantage of your position, attaching his mouth onto your neck. Biting and sucking on the sensitive patch of skin. You moaned.
"You like that, baby?" He said, his voice muffled.
"God, yes Niall." You whined.
And as much as you'd love to be fucked by him right now, you needed to restrain yourself. After all, it was his birthday, and he was the one supposed to be receiving the gift, not you. You gulped, pulling his head off of your neck. He looked at you confused.
"As much as I love that, I'm supposed to be making you feel good." You breathed.
A smirk graced Niall's lips, him nodding in response. You suctioned your mouth to his neck now. Nibbling, licking, and biting on the skin. He groaned, tilting his head back to give you more leverage. A quiet groan escaped him. He was driving you absolutely mad, you were drunk on him. You brought your lips off of his neck, leaving a chaste kiss on the purple mark. You lifted your head up to look at him. His face was flushed a light shade of pink, his light blue eyes staring back at you. You crawled off of his lap, getting on your knees in front of him. You went ahead and threw your bikini top off you. Pressing a kiss to the inside of his thigh, you started toying with the band of his swim trunks. Niall watched you carefully, waiting for your next move. You began palming his bulge. His hand found your hair, gently stroking it.
"Fuck petal, don't tease me." He groaned, his Irish accent becoming stronger.
You began pulling his bottoms down, Niall lifting his hips up to help you get them off. You tossed them off somewhere on the concrete. His cock sprung up, smacking onto his abdomen.
"So pretty." You said, looking up him through your eyelashes. You stroked him.
Niall moaned, finally feeling some sort of relief. But he was craving more. You started licking stripes up his dick, a harsh breath escaped him. His grip on your hair tightened, sending a wave of electricity to your core. You stop licking stripes for a moment, to press a kiss on the side of his cock. His breath catches, his excitement becoming more and more apparent. Finally, you took him in your mouth, swirling your tongue around his tip. Tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum. Niall's hips bucked, heavy pants and breaths coming from his lips. He let his head fall back, his mouth agape.
"Feels so, so good." He pants.
You started bobbing up and down, taking more and more of his length each time. You glanced up at him through hooded eyes, and fuck was he stunning. His head was thrown back, a sheer layer of sweat covering him, his face was flushed, and his hair was sticking to the sweat on his forehead. He was licking his lips, moans and whine escaping here and there. His noises were music to your ears, and it only motivated you to make him feel even better. You brought a hand up to his balls, massaging them slowly. Niall yanked your hair is surprise of the action, making you moan.
"God, keep going baby. You're so perfect, such a good girl. My good girl." Niall breathed, scratching your scalp.
His praises electrified you. You sucked on him, your eyes watering due to how far back he was hitting your throat. Saliva was spilling down your chin. Wet, loud, pornographic sounds filled the serene silence of the backyard. Your head was reeling. The scent of his skin and arousal filling your senses.
"Fuck, I'm close, so close." He cried, his eyes screwing shut.
You started sucking him off even faster, bringing your hand up to pump him as well. A guttural moan escaped him.
"That's right, just like that. Good girl." Niall praises.
You knew he was close. His legs were trembling, hips bucking. Niall's grip on your hair is somehow even tighter than before. Various curses were leaving his lips. You can feel his cock twitching on your tongue.
"Shit, I'm coming." Niall says.
He's panting heavily, his chest rising and falling with a quick pace. His head was completely thrown back. His eyes practically rolling to the back of his head. A loud, obscene moan leaves him, and then you feel his cum shooting down your throat, emptying his load into your mouth. His mouth is agape from his pleasureful orgasm. You swallow all that he has to offer you. Then, you come off of him with a pop. Niall finally looks down at you. You pick up the cum pooling down your chin with your finger. Maintaining eye contact with him, you bring the finger to your mouth, making sure he watches as you such the rest of his seed off of it. You get off of your knees, taking a seat back on his lap. Niall's hands grasp both sides of your face, bringing you into a passionate kiss. It's messy, and slobbery, but full with love. Niall could still faintly taste himself on your tongue. Making him hum in satisfaction. He eventually pulls away.
"That was incredible. You're incredible, darlin." He smiles
"I'm glad you liked your gift." You chuckled, still trying to catch your breath from everything that just took place.
"Liked it? I loved it. The only thing that could make it better is if you let me return the favor." Niall winked.
"Well Ni, if you insist, I won't stop you." You smirked, rubbing your hand down his chest.
🤍: 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.
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.
🤍: 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.
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.
a/n: back again with another sabrina inspired niall fic because i had to. hope y'all like it, especially after all of the love on "bed chem". let me know if i should make a part 2 to this.
He stood on the left side of the stage, watching you get ready to perform your next song on the last night of your tour. You had braced him beforehand that this next song was one he hadn't heard yet, as you had been keeping it a secret from him especially for this moment. You weren't really quite sure why you had kept this song a secret from him, I mean if you had let him hear Bed chem as soon as you finished it, then what was really so different about Juno. Maybe it was because you knew your live performance of this song included you doing a raunchy sex position every night, and maybe, just maybe you wanted to see him flustered by it. Maybe you wanted to make him a little jealous, maybe you wanted him to put a baby in you, and actually make you juno. You shook off the nervousness, getting ready to start the performance.
"Wait girls... who is that guy?" you said breathlessly, pointing to Niall who stood in the crowd. Your two backup dancers coming to gather around you, taking a look at him, then looking towards you.
"You are so hot, whats your name?" you asked, fanning yourself with your hands.
The big screens in the venue showed Niall, the crowd erupting into cheers and screams. Your relationship was public, and has been for years, but the fans still went wild whenever they saw the two of you together. Niall chucked, looking confused, not knowing where this bit was going. He yelled his name back at you.
"Niall? and your Irish too, oh my god." you exclaimed, looking at your two dancers with surprise.
"Well Niall, you are under arrest for being too hot." you spoke matter of factly into your mic, grabbing the fuzzy pink handcuffs from your dancer, and leaning down to hand them off to him. Fake siren sounds filled the arena, as the big screens still showed Niall. a big smirk on his face as he grabbed the cuffs from you. Mouthing "I'm flattered".
"Niall, you have my head feeling all fuzzy. My body's all hot..." you spoke as you paced a little. Suddenly, the long skirt you were wearing fell off to reveal a shorter version of it underneath. "Oh my god Niall, my clothes a falling off for you." you screamed, a big smile on your face as you pranced over to the chair in the middle of the stage, taking a seat. "This ones for you, Niall." you said seductively. The crowd was electric, knowing what song you were dedicating to him. However, Niall was still left clueless, not sure what to expect.
"Don't have to tell your hot ass a thing Oh yeah, you just get it Whole package, babe, I like the way you fit God bless your dad's genetics, mm, uh"
You winked at him as you sung that last line. Niall was taken aback, but intrigued. What did you have in store for him?
"You make me wanna make you fall in love Oh, late at night, I'm thinking 'bout you, ah-ah Wanna try out my fuzzy pink handcuffs? Oh, I hear you knockin', baby, come on up"
Well, know the pink handcuffs you had handed to him made more sense. Niall leaned in a little closer, waiting for the next verse.
"I know you want my touch for life If you love me right, then who knows? I might let you make me Juno You know I just might Let you lock me down tonight One of me is cute, but two though? Give it to me, baby You make me wanna make you fall in love (Oh)"
You held two fingers up at him. Niall's stomach dropped, not expecting any of what you just sung. That familiar bulge began growing in his pants. Now he was understanding why you waited to let him hear this song on the last night of your tour, you wanted him to give you a baby. The topic of a baby wasn't new to the two of you, you had talked about it before. But each time you both agreed that it just wasn't the right time yet. However, now you were both entering a break from your career's, still in the writing process of new albums that were no where near being finished, and you thought it was the perfect opportunity to finally start the family that the two of you had longed for years. Was it the most formal way of telling Niall that you were ready, well no, but it sure was the more fun way of doing it. Niall's eyes now watched you with pure lust, he was going to put a baby in you tonight.
"I showed my friends, then we high-fived (Ah-ah) Sorry if you feel objеctified (Ah-ah) Can't help myself, hormonеs are high Give me more than just some butterflies"
Niall was definitely going to give you more than just some butterflies later. He was going to make sure of it.
"You make me wanna make you fall in love Oh, late at night, I'm thinking 'bout you, ah-ah Wanna try out some freaky positions? Have you ever tried this one?"
Niall's mouth was agape as he watched you get on all fours, swaying your ass in the air a little. God, you were so in for it for teasing him like this.
"I know you want my touch for life If you love me right, then who knows? I might let you make me Juno You know I just might Let you lock me down tonight One of me is cute, but two though? Give it to me, baby You make me wanna make you fall in love"
"Adore me Hold me and explore me Mark your territory (Ah-ah) Tell me I'm the only, only, only, only one (Ah-ah) Adore me Hold me and explore me (Ah-ah) I'm so fuckin' horny Tell me I'm the only, only, only, only one"
You blew him a kiss, before dancing around on the lifted platform of the stage. Niall's jaw was clenched, the bulge in his pants continuing to grow harder and more uncomfortable. He couldn't wait to get you home.
"(Oh, I) I know you want my touch for life If you love me right, then who knows? I might let you make me Juno You know I just might (Might) Let you lock me down tonight One of me is cute, but two though? Give it to me, baby You make me wanna make you fall in love"
Niall could hardly focus on the rest of the show. He could only think of what the two of you were going to do as soon as he could get you home. The rest of it felt like a blur to him, he hardly remembered you going back to your dressing room and getting changed. Nothing felt real to him until you two were both in the car, on the way back home. The car ride was silent for the most part, the tension was thick, his free hand gripping your thigh, it all sent a shiver down your spine and a pool of arousal to start forming in between your legs.
"Quite a show you put on." Niall spoke, not letting his eyes off the road as he pulled into the gated community where the two of you resided.
You gulped, "Did you like it?" you questioned.
He let out a chuckle, "Oh yeah, I see why you made me wait to hear Juno."
Niall pulled the car into the driveway, parking it in your garage. He turned the key out of the ignition, finally looking over at you.
"Do ya' want a baby, darling." he asked, his lust filled gaze staring holes into you. You looked him the eyes, nodding, "Yes Ni, more than ever." A smirk graced his face, "I'm gonna put a baby in you then, not gonna stop fucking ya' til I've filled you up enough to guarantee there's a baby in ya." he spoke softly, his accent becoming more apparent like it always did when he was worked up. It drove you crazy, and you couldn't get enough of it. Niall quickly made work of getting the two of you out of the car, he lifted you over his shoulder, curses slipping out of his mouth as he struggled to unlock the door. He finally managed to, scurrying up to your shared bedroom. He sat you down gently on the edge of the bed. You two quickly made work of undressing, kicking off your shoes, shirts falling to the floor, pants soon following suit. Niall took his underwear off, a soft groan escaping his lips as he finally felt some relief. You made quick work of getting your bra and panties off. You stared at each, completely nude, hitched breaths escaping each of your mouths.
Niall crawled onto the bed with you. "'Look so pretty, petal. gonna put a baby in ya." He let his fingers glide over your slit, making you shiver. "So wet for me pretty girl, so ready for a baby to be put in ya." Niall hovered over you, dipping down to capture your lips in his. He pulled away shortly after, grabbing his cock and lining it up with your entrance. "Spread your legs wider petal, that's it... wider." he breathes. You do as your told, a grin gracing his face. "That's it, gotta have all the leverage I can, got to make sure I get this baby in you." Niall slowly inches his dick into you, giving you time to adjust. As soon as he bottomed out, he began slow, deep thrusts.
"Gonna take it nice and slow, got to make sure every last drop gets in ya'."
You whimpered, his pace was making your head all fuzzy. "Give me a baby, Ni, please." you begged.
"Shhh darlin', I'm gonna give you one, don't worry." he spoke softly, continuing his steady pace.
Your mind was reeling, Niall was filling you up so good, and showering you with praises, continuing to promise you that he was going to put a baby in you. You two were so close, your body's practically molding together and he pumped in and out of you so deeply. Your back arching every time he got a real deep stroke.
"Yer taking me so well, love. Gonna make the best mama." Niall whisper, his accent thickening as he brought your foreheads together.
Your eyes got all teary at the thought of the future you two had together, the thought of him finally becoming a daddy made you emotional.
"What's wrong, petal." Niall asked, tenderly swiping some of your stray tears away.
"Nothing Ni, just imagining you finally being a dad. Been waiting so long to finally start a family, you're going to make the best daddy." you whimpered, more tears falling delicately down your cheeks.
Niall smiled, "I know darlin', can't wait to have a little mini version of us running around. You're going to make the most beautiful mama ever." he spoke, kissing your tears away.
"I'm so close, Niall." you cried, back arching.
"Let go for me, love." he grunted, his strokes becoming progressively more sloppy, insinuating that he was close too.
Just like that, the tension in your abdomen snapped. You threw your head back, moans and cries of his name coming from your lips, your walls contacting around him, coaxing him into his own orgasm. A string of curses and moans coming from his lips, his warm seed splattering in you, coating your insides. Niall collapsed in you, holding onto you as you both came down from your highs. You both laid there for a minute, sweaty bodies clinging to one another. Niall finally lifted up, you hissed as he pulled out of you, now sensitive from the love making that just took place. A yelp escaping you as he suddenly stuck his fingers in you.
"Niall, what are-"
"Shhhh, gotta make sure every drop gets in ya. Gotta make sure you're stuffed, don't want to let any go to waste." he cooed.
When Niall finally finished making sure every last drop was stuffed in you, he peppered a few kisses on your thighs before getting up to get damp towel. When he returned, he took his time wiping you both off, before finally laying back in, letting you lay on his chest.
Niall placed a chaste kiss on your head. "Hope that does the trick."
You snorted, lazily looking up at him. "Surely it will, and if it doesn't I guess we'll just have to keep doing that until it does."
A chuckle escaped him, "You'd like that wouldn't you."
You lightly slapped his chest, "As if you wouldn't like it too."
Niall playfully rolled his eyes, "I love ya, darlin'."
a/n: back again with another sabrina inspired niall fic because i had to. hope y'all like it, especially after all of the love on "bed chem". let me know if i should make a part 2 to this.
He stood on the left side of the stage, watching you get ready to perform your next song on the last night of your tour. You had braced him beforehand that this next song was one he hadn't heard yet, as you had been keeping it a secret from him especially for this moment. You weren't really quite sure why you had kept this song a secret from him, I mean if you had let him hear Bed chem as soon as you finished it, then what was really so different about Juno. Maybe it was because you knew your live performance of this song included you doing a raunchy sex position every night, and maybe, just maybe you wanted to see him flustered by it. Maybe you wanted to make him a little jealous, maybe you wanted him to put a baby in you, and actually make you juno. You shook off the nervousness, getting ready to start the performance.
"Wait girls... who is that guy?" you said breathlessly, pointing to Niall who stood in the crowd. Your two backup dancers coming to gather around you, taking a look at him, then looking towards you.
"You are so hot, whats your name?" you asked, fanning yourself with your hands.
The big screens in the venue showed Niall, the crowd erupting into cheers and screams. Your relationship was public, and has been for years, but the fans still went wild whenever they saw the two of you together. Niall chucked, looking confused, not knowing where this bit was going. He yelled his name back at you.
"Niall? and your Irish too, oh my god." you exclaimed, looking at your two dancers with surprise.
"Well Niall, you are under arrest for being too hot." you spoke matter of factly into your mic, grabbing the fuzzy pink handcuffs from your dancer, and leaning down to hand them off to him. Fake siren sounds filled the arena, as the big screens still showed Niall. a big smirk on his face as he grabbed the cuffs from you. Mouthing "I'm flattered".
"Niall, you have my head feeling all fuzzy. My body's all hot..." you spoke as you paced a little. Suddenly, the long skirt you were wearing fell off to reveal a shorter version of it underneath. "Oh my god Niall, my clothes a falling off for you." you screamed, a big smile on your face as you pranced over to the chair in the middle of the stage, taking a seat. "This ones for you, Niall." you said seductively. The crowd was electric, knowing what song you were dedicating to him. However, Niall was still left clueless, not sure what to expect.
"Don't have to tell your hot ass a thing Oh yeah, you just get it Whole package, babe, I like the way you fit God bless your dad's genetics, mm, uh"
You winked at him as you sung that last line. Niall was taken aback, but intrigued. What did you have in store for him?
"You make me wanna make you fall in love Oh, late at night, I'm thinking 'bout you, ah-ah Wanna try out my fuzzy pink handcuffs? Oh, I hear you knockin', baby, come on up"
Well, know the pink handcuffs you had handed to him made more sense. Niall leaned in a little closer, waiting for the next verse.
"I know you want my touch for life If you love me right, then who knows? I might let you make me Juno You know I just might Let you lock me down tonight One of me is cute, but two though? Give it to me, baby You make me wanna make you fall in love (Oh)"
You held two fingers up at him. Niall's stomach dropped, not expecting any of what you just sung. That familiar bulge began growing in his pants. Now he was understanding why you waited to let him hear this song on the last night of your tour, you wanted him to give you a baby. The topic of a baby wasn't new to the two of you, you had talked about it before. But each time you both agreed that it just wasn't the right time yet. However, now you were both entering a break from your career's, still in the writing process of new albums that were no where near being finished, and you thought it was the perfect opportunity to finally start the family that the two of you had longed for years. Was it the most formal way of telling Niall that you were ready, well no, but it sure was the more fun way of doing it. Niall's eyes now watched you with pure lust, he was going to put a baby in you tonight.
"I showed my friends, then we high-fived (Ah-ah) Sorry if you feel objеctified (Ah-ah) Can't help myself, hormonеs are high Give me more than just some butterflies"
Niall was definitely going to give you more than just some butterflies later. He was going to make sure of it.
"You make me wanna make you fall in love Oh, late at night, I'm thinking 'bout you, ah-ah Wanna try out some freaky positions? Have you ever tried this one?"
Niall's mouth was agape as he watched you get on all fours, swaying your ass in the air a little. God, you were so in for it for teasing him like this.
"I know you want my touch for life If you love me right, then who knows? I might let you make me Juno You know I just might Let you lock me down tonight One of me is cute, but two though? Give it to me, baby You make me wanna make you fall in love"
"Adore me Hold me and explore me Mark your territory (Ah-ah) Tell me I'm the only, only, only, only one (Ah-ah) Adore me Hold me and explore me (Ah-ah) I'm so fuckin' horny Tell me I'm the only, only, only, only one"
You blew him a kiss, before dancing around on the lifted platform of the stage. Niall's jaw was clenched, the bulge in his pants continuing to grow harder and more uncomfortable. He couldn't wait to get you home.
"(Oh, I) I know you want my touch for life If you love me right, then who knows? I might let you make me Juno You know I just might (Might) Let you lock me down tonight One of me is cute, but two though? Give it to me, baby You make me wanna make you fall in love"
Niall could hardly focus on the rest of the show. He could only think of what the two of you were going to do as soon as he could get you home. The rest of it felt like a blur to him, he hardly remembered you going back to your dressing room and getting changed. Nothing felt real to him until you two were both in the car, on the way back home. The car ride was silent for the most part, the tension was thick, his free hand gripping your thigh, it all sent a shiver down your spine and a pool of arousal to start forming in between your legs.
"Quite a show you put on." Niall spoke, not letting his eyes off the road as he pulled into the gated community where the two of you resided.
You gulped, "Did you like it?" you questioned.
He let out a chuckle, "Oh yeah, I see why you made me wait to hear Juno."
Niall pulled the car into the driveway, parking it in your garage. He turned the key out of the ignition, finally looking over at you.
"Do ya' want a baby, darling." he asked, his lust filled gaze staring holes into you. You looked him the eyes, nodding, "Yes Ni, more than ever." A smirk graced his face, "I'm gonna put a baby in you then, not gonna stop fucking ya' til I've filled you up enough to guarantee there's a baby in ya." he spoke softly, his accent becoming more apparent like it always did when he was worked up. It drove you crazy, and you couldn't get enough of it. Niall quickly made work of getting the two of you out of the car, he lifted you over his shoulder, curses slipping out of his mouth as he struggled to unlock the door. He finally managed to, scurrying up to your shared bedroom. He sat you down gently on the edge of the bed. You two quickly made work of undressing, kicking off your shoes, shirts falling to the floor, pants soon following suit. Niall took his underwear off, a soft groan escaping his lips as he finally felt some relief. You made quick work of getting your bra and panties off. You stared at each, completely nude, hitched breaths escaping each of your mouths.
Niall crawled onto the bed with you. "'Look so pretty, petal. gonna put a baby in ya." He let his fingers glide over your slit, making you shiver. "So wet for me pretty girl, so ready for a baby to be put in ya." Niall hovered over you, dipping down to capture your lips in his. He pulled away shortly after, grabbing his cock and lining it up with your entrance. "Spread your legs wider petal, that's it... wider." he breathes. You do as your told, a grin gracing his face. "That's it, gotta have all the leverage I can, got to make sure I get this baby in you." Niall slowly inches his dick into you, giving you time to adjust. As soon as he bottomed out, he began slow, deep thrusts.
"Gonna take it nice and slow, got to make sure every last drop gets in ya'."
You whimpered, his pace was making your head all fuzzy. "Give me a baby, Ni, please." you begged.
"Shhh darlin', I'm gonna give you one, don't worry." he spoke softly, continuing his steady pace.
Your mind was reeling, Niall was filling you up so good, and showering you with praises, continuing to promise you that he was going to put a baby in you. You two were so close, your body's practically molding together and he pumped in and out of you so deeply. Your back arching every time he got a real deep stroke.
"Yer taking me so well, love. Gonna make the best mama." Niall whisper, his accent thickening as he brought your foreheads together.
Your eyes got all teary at the thought of the future you two had together, the thought of him finally becoming a daddy made you emotional.
"What's wrong, petal." Niall asked, tenderly swiping some of your stray tears away.
"Nothing Ni, just imagining you finally being a dad. Been waiting so long to finally start a family, you're going to make the best daddy." you whimpered, more tears falling delicately down your cheeks.
Niall smiled, "I know darlin', can't wait to have a little mini version of us running around. You're going to make the most beautiful mama ever." he spoke, kissing your tears away.
"I'm so close, Niall." you cried, back arching.
"Let go for me, love." he grunted, his strokes becoming progressively more sloppy, insinuating that he was close too.
Just like that, the tension in your abdomen snapped. You threw your head back, moans and cries of his name coming from your lips, your walls contacting around him, coaxing him into his own orgasm. A string of curses and moans coming from his lips, his warm seed splattering in you, coating your insides. Niall collapsed in you, holding onto you as you both came down from your highs. You both laid there for a minute, sweaty bodies clinging to one another. Niall finally lifted up, you hissed as he pulled out of you, now sensitive from the love making that just took place. A yelp escaping you as he suddenly stuck his fingers in you.
"Niall, what are-"
"Shhhh, gotta make sure every drop gets in ya. Gotta make sure you're stuffed, don't want to let any go to waste." he cooed.
When Niall finally finished making sure every last drop was stuffed in you, he peppered a few kisses on your thighs before getting up to get damp towel. When he returned, he took his time wiping you both off, before finally laying back in, letting you lay on his chest.
Niall placed a chaste kiss on your head. "Hope that does the trick."
You snorted, lazily looking up at him. "Surely it will, and if it doesn't I guess we'll just have to keep doing that until it does."
A chuckle escaped him, "You'd like that wouldn't you."
You lightly slapped his chest, "As if you wouldn't like it too."
Niall playfully rolled his eyes, "I love ya, darlin'."
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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(4.5k) You see a mystery brunette at a work party nursing a whiskey, one drink turns to another, and nothing could've prepared you for the night.
tw: mild dom/sub dynamics
a/n: this is honestly concerningly vanilla to me but i really liked the idea of a kinda workplace romance (mighttttt be a series) so here y'all go
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The music was thumping loud enough to aggravate you further. You couldn't help but think that just because someone was signed to the label, didn’t mean they had to play their music at parties.
You felt your phone buzz and reached into your purse when a woman walked towards you, dressed completely inappropriately for a work party.
You sighed inwardly and plastered on a fake smile. It was probably the wife of one of yet another operations executive who thought schmoozing up to anyone who worked in management would get their husbands a promotion.
If that’s how people got higher up in this industry, wouldn’t everyone do it? Her nasal voice broke your train of thought.
“Hello, you must be Mrs. (Y/L/N). I’m Jan Harmon, you must know my husband, Gavin. He works in Budgeting. It’s a pleasure to meet you. Gavin has nothing but praise for you.” She spoke with the ease of someone who had practised this in her bedroom mirror a lot of times.
“It’s Ms. (Y/L/N),” You corrected coolly, “And no, I’m sorry, I don’t think I know him. I don’t work directly with a lot of people.” You smiled, faking regret, as she went away, simpering. You were thinking about just how Gavin Harmon could get that raise he was pandering for when your gaze caught on a man in a russet suit.
He was nursing a glass of what looked like whiskey in his hands as he stared around the room. You couldn't help but think that was weird. Sure, it was a casual event for everyone working for the label, and their plus-ones, but it wasn’t casual enough to be a whiskey kind of event.
What was even more weird to you, though, was the fact that he was standing alone at a party like this. You worked with people for a living, and the way he held himself made it clear that something was off.
You watched as he looked down, noticed his glass was empty, and went back to looking around the room. He was so intriguing.
You made your way to the bar and ordered two whiskeys, waiting on them when you noticed the man walking towards the bar. Just then, the barman slid the two tumblers towards you. The man had taken a stool just off to your right, and you slid the glass across the wooden countertop, praying it didn’t bump and splatter all over him
It didn’t. It stopped against his forearm, sloshing inside the glass a little but thankfully none came out. He had his head in his hands, thumbs massaging his temples. At the sudden touch, he looked up, confused. His eyes were a startlingly clear blue, you noticed vaguely. You nodded at him with a small smirk. He blinked a few times, clearly dazed, before giving you a weak smile as he took the glass into his hands.
You got up, your glass clutched in your hand as you quickly walked over to your assistant, Blakely, nodding, as you stood in front of her.
“What have you been up to?” She whispered to you, her eyes focused somewhere behind over your shoulder.
“Nothing, I’ve been dealing with people begging me for promotions all night.” You looked at her from the corner of your eye. “Why, Blake? Something wrong?” She narrowed her eyes at you. “You’re telling me you haven’t noticed that guy ogling you?” She whispered disbelievingly.
“Huh? Who?” You asked, feigning confusion. She held you by your shoulders, pulling you so that you were standing beside her. “Him!” She whispered, tilting her chin slightly to the man from before.
You watched wordlessly as he brought the glass to his lips and threw his head back, downing all of the liquor in one go. That must’ve burnt, you found yourself thinking. There was an air of melancholy that hung about him and you couldn't help but want to know more. Know what must’ve happened that had him drinking whiskey at a work party. Know him.
Blakely elbowed you, “Hello? Earth calling?”
You pulled my eyes away from him, turning to face her. “What? Who is he?” You whispered back sharply, to which she raised an eyebrow. “You don’t know who one of the biggest popstars right now is?” she asked.
“I don’t have time to keep up with them, I couldn’t care less!” You burst out. “Jesus, woman!” She gasped exasperatedly, shaking her head.
You were about to reply to her when you saw another woman in a slinky dress coming your way and quickly threw back the whiskey. You were gonna need it, by the look of her.
“Ugh, another one. Gotta go, Blake. Talk soon.” You whispered to her as you plastered on a smile.
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You were right about the whiskey. The rest of the night passed by in a daze, people coming randomly, wanting to chat. You kept catching sight of the man from before, here and there; sometimes absorbed in a conversation, mostly just nursing a glass by himself.
The party was coming to an end and you thought it would be appropriate to get drunk now, all the polished teeth and botoxed cheeks had made your head throb.
You had just sat down on the stool, looking to check if Blakely was around, when a glass slid across the countertop and bumped into my forearm. You looked up, surprised, and saw the man from before looking at you intently.
You raised an eyebrow questioningly at him, lips quirking up slightly and he stood up and walked over, taking the stool beside yours. His fingers were still wrapped around a crystal glass.
He cleared his throat before looking at you. “Thanks for the drink earlier, it hasn’t been the best day, if you were wonderin’. Let me return the favour. Pay you back, if you will.”
He slurred his s’ ever so slightly as he spoke, and you couldn’t quite place his accent. His voice sounded smooth despite the drinks, so you figured he wasn’t an executive; he must be an artist signed to the label.
“It’s a party, hon?” You replied sarcastically. This was all a bit ridiculous.
He shot you a dazzling smile, “Not the way I intended to return the favour, darlin’” he said suggestively with a small wink.
His accent made everything that came out of his mouth salacious, you thought in a fugue. You would be lying if you said the way he spoke didn’t make you clench your thighs together, his tone making obvious what words didn't.
Your eyebrows went up in surprise as you considered his offer. You didn’t have much to do tomorrow, just one meeting, and it was quite late. And he looked like he would be a good time.
You shifted on your stool, turning towards him slightly so that your knee brushed his thigh. He inhaled sharply, his teeth sinking into his lower lip for a split second. His fingers tightened around the glass. They were long, the pads looked rough, you noticed, your mind jumping to scenarios that were definitely not appropriate for a work party either. He caught your eye, staring intensely and you gave him a small smirk, dropping your eyes to his lips.
He pushed his glass away as he stood up, eyes still fixed on you.
You took a few seconds to throw back the whiskey he’d gotten. Wouldn’t wanna let it go to waste, you thought. And as you stood up, you saw a look of worry fleet over his face.
You realised he must’ve thought you were going to reject his offer for a split second and had to suppress a laugh at that.
He waited until you were a step ahead of him and put his hand on the small of you back. “This okay?” he whispered, hot breath fanning across the back of your neck. You nodded, “Better than okay,”
He smirked slightly, and a small dimple popped out on his left cheek
“You’re too forward for someone whose name I don’t even know,” You said, as the two of you headed toward the door.
“You don’t know who I am, darlin'?” he asked, disbelief apparent in his voice.
“Nope,” You shrugged with a little laugh, popping the p. “But I want to,” You said as you turned a little to catch his eyes. You put your palm on his chest to motion for him to stop, and he obliged, a slight frown of confusion creasing his brow.
You leaned in on my tiptoes; he had a few inches on you despite your heels. “I want to know what I’ll be screaming tonight,” You said with a smirk, noticing his eyes darken, the clear blue turning stormy.
“ ‘M Name’s Niall, princess.” he murmured
You turned as you took his hand, placing it on your waist, and resumed walking. “Well, Niall - My hotel or yours?” You whispered, turning to him slightly.
“Mine,” He replied, a small rasp in his voice already at your forwardness. “It’s just two blocks down. I messaged my driver, he’ll be here soon.”
You nodded at him, not trusting yourself to say anything. There was something about his voice that made you doubt my ability to think straight.
We stepped out, crisp autumn air feeling cool against your skin.
You hadn't even realised how your skin had been prickling until now.
You watched Niall out of the corner of your eye, as you stood there silently, air thick with tension. “I never caught your name,” he asked shortly.
“(Y/N),” You replied with a small smile. He shot me a quick smile back, but his was loaded with all his intentions for the night. He repeated your name slowly, syllables rolling off his tongue, slightly broadened by his accent. "It's pretty. But I think I like 'princess' better" He smirked and I felt like my collar was suddenly too tight.
His eyes weren’t on you anymore, as he pointedly looked around for his car. It was almost like he didn’t trust himself to look at you and not do anything he’d regret later. You couldn’t help but smirk at the thought.
He suddenly said, “He’s here,” before taking your waist again to lead your to his car. You reached out to open the door, but he stopped you, reaching out himself “Least I can do, and I don’t mean it chauvinistically.” He said with a small smile.
You couldn’t help but smile back as you slid in, waiting as Niall followed suit. He nodded to the driver and the screen came up, separating him from us, granting us some privacy.
He sat close, his thigh not quite touching mine, but close enough so that you could feel the warmth radiating off him. He smelt like spices and sandalwood, you noticed, taking a deep breath before shifting slightly to the left, so that your thigh was flush against his.
Niall turned to look at you, “Too bad you’re wearin’ pants,” he whispered mischievously “Or I could’ve had you screamin’ my name right here.”
“Someone’s cocky,” You smirked at him, trying to ignore how you felt a rush of warmth between your thighs.
“Oh, I have plenty of reasons to be, love,” he said, even cockier this time.
It would’ve gotten on your nerves had his hand not suddenly landed on your thigh. His thumb traced patterns mindlessly over the fabric, going slightly higher each time, eyes watching your face for your reaction.
You didn’t want to give in too easily but you couldn’t help but squirm a little, trying to get him where you’d rather have him. He tutted lightly, “That won’t do, pet. Patience.” He smugly drew his hand away, smirking.
It was just two blocks, why was it taking so much time? The lights were dimmed through the tinted windows, but we were stuck in a spot of traffic.
You decided not to worry about it, hand reaching out to the now-obvious bulge in his pants. You laid my palm over it, one finger tracing the outline of the head of his cock.
Niall mumbled a little, “Feisty, aren’t ya?” from between his teeth. You chuckled, squeezed lightly, watching his breathing speed up. The way he threw his head back and closed his eyes made your breath hitch in your throat.
He bucked up into your hand a little, craving more friction, letting out some of the most delicious sounds you'd ever heard. You quickly drew your hand back, tutting, “That won’t do, pet. Patience.” You smirked at him.
“God,” he moaned, teeth gritted together. “The things I’m gonna do to you,”
You felt blood rush down my body, wetness pooling between your legs. You flushed as he caught your eye, the blue now almost completely black.
You bit my lip and his eyes flicked down and back up again. “Can I kiss you?” he asked, voice rough.
Without even having to think, you turned to him, thankful you weren’t wearing a dress. You hooked your right leg over his thigh, climbing onto him until you was fully straddling him. He whispered a sharp “Fuck,” as you pressed down into him. He was fully hard under you and you didn’t even realize how badly you had been craving the friction until you felt him.
You leaned in slowly, enjoying how he seemed entranced under you. You pressed my lips to Niall’s, gently at first. But he wasn’t having any of that. His stubble felt rough against your face as he put his hands on your hips, fingers digging in as he increased the pace of the kiss. He ran his hands up and down your sides, then one of his hands slid backward to grasp at your ass. Niall squeezed tightly, blunt fingernails pressing in.
You moaned into the kiss and he took the opportunity to deepen it. He tasted like the whisky he’d been having and something sweeter you couldn’t put my finger on. You pressed down harder, clit throbbing for some friction.
You threaded your fingers into his hair and tugged, grinding harder, fully clothed. Niall moaned, louder this time, pulling away from the kiss. You were both panting and hadn’t even noticed that the car had stopped. You licked your lips, eyes still on his face.
“Room. Now.” He said shortly.
You clambered off him as he opened the door and stepped outside. He quickly reached down to rearrange himself and your eyes followed the action. His pants which seemed tailored and well-fit earlier looked uncomfortably tight now.
You blushed, running my fingers through my hair to try and get it to look like you hadn’t been making out in the back of his car. Your legs felt a bit shaky and you gave Niall a small smile as his hand retook its position on your back.
He gently guided you up the stairs, nodding at the man sitting behind the reception desk. The elevator was on the ground floor and he ushered you in hurriedly, but a middle-aged man with a briefcase followed you in.
Niall reached out to press the button for his floor and you found yourself staring at his fingers again. This time he noticed and smirked at you, his dimple popping out again. You flushed but didn’t look away. He raised an eyebrow, smirk widening and you squirmed a little under his gaze, but still didn’t look away.
The lift stopped and Niall nodded towards the door. You quickly walked out, feeling a little light-headed. The hallway was empty and Niall stopped a few doors down from the lift, hand inside his suit jacket.
You waited, biting your lip as you watched on, feeling a bit impatient. His fingers dipping in and out of his pockets had no right looking that sinuous and you blushed again, deeper this time. He finally found the card and quickly tapped it against the door. He took a step in and held the door open.
The second you stepped inside, Niall took you by the waist and pushed you up against the wall, pinning you with his knee between your thighs. A small moan escaped your lips and he smirked as he pushed the door close.
You linked your hands behind his neck, pulling him closer as you kissed him, sloppier this time. You could feel his erection against your hip and you moved around a little, both looking for some friction against his knee and to tease him. He gasped into the kiss, one hand reaching down to rest on your ass.
His other hand took up position beside the first and he gave your ass a firm squeeze as he pulled away from the kiss. “Jump, baby.” He murmured against my neck as he lifted me, pinning me against the wall.
The new position made sure your core was pressed against his cock and you took the opportunity to grind into him. Niall began kissing sloppily down your jawline, sucking at intervals, teeth scraping the sensitive skin.
You dug my nails into his jacket-clad back, your head thrown back against the wall. He kept kissing you, messier each time. He pressed his tongue against the column of your throat and licked a broad stripe, relishing the feeling of you shivering against him.
“Niall,” You moaned out, clawing at his clothes. “Off.”
He pulled back and let you down, smiling. “I give the instructions around here, babe.”
Nonetheless, he pulled off the russet jacket, discarding it to the floor. “Strip for me, darlin’” he instructed with a nod as he unbuttoned his shirt.
“Are you sure you’re not too drunk to do this?” You asked hesitantly, he’d had a few throughout the night.
“Not too drunk to want you,” he said smoothly, eyes roaming hungrily over your body.
You felt yourself clench around nothing as you pulled off your jacket and threw it to the floor. Your fingers were just reaching for the buttons on your shirt as he stepped closer, shirtless now, and put his hands over yours, hungrily opening all the buttons, dropping them on the floor in a smooth motion.
Niall closed the distance, hands reaching behind your back as his lips hungrily lapped at your collarbones. He unhooked your bra and threw it down with a practised ease.
He walked backwards, hands running over your back, brushing over the hem of your pants. He gave them an impatient tug. “Off,” he murmured against your skin, then sat back on the bed, watching you.
You pulled back and unbuttoned them hurriedly, flushing at the undisguised lust in his eyes.
As you made to pull down your underwear, he put his hand over yours and shook his head slightly. He motioned towards the bed. “All the way up, back against the headboard, princess.”
You climbed up, not sure why you were obeying his every command but forgot all about that when he came closer, sitting in front of you. He tapped your knee lightly and you opened your thighs wide instinctively.
He smirked at the spot on your panties. “Mm, knew you were a good girl,” he said, before quickly closing the distance and attaching his lips to yours, one hand working on one of your breasts.
Niall worked his way down again, licking and sucking marks against your chest, flattening his tongue against one nipple, swirling around it as he squeezed the other. He bit down gently and you tangled my fingers in his hair, head thrown back against the cushioned headboard.
“Niall, please… more,” You panted out.
“Patience, darlin’,” he said, lifting his head to meet your eyes.
He began kissing down, past your stomach as one hand continued to palm your breast, twisting your nipple until it pebbled under his touch.
His other hand gripped your hip, nails digging crescents into your skin. “Help me out, princess,” He murmured against your skin before drawing back as he pulled off your underwear. You flinched a little at the sensation of the cold air against your skin.
He was still wearing his pants and you were naked in front of him. Not fair, you thought. “Niall… off, please…” You almost begged.
Niall smirked, “You just had to ask, babe.”
He climbed down and pulled his pants off. His cock was tenting his boxers so much, to the point it looked uncomfortable. He pulled them off in one motion, length springing up to hit his stomach. He was thick and slightly curved and you bit your lip, staring intently at him, imagining how he would feel… taste…
“Bit rude to stare, love,” Niall said cockily, but being naked and spread open for him, you couldn’t even be mad at him. All you needed was him, on you, touching you, right now.
You had no time to say anything before his mouth was hovering over your core, not quite touching me yet, but I could feel his hot breath on me.
"You've got such a pretty cunt, princess. " He murmured roughly looking up at you, making eye contact before he stuck out his tongue and licked a broad stripe upwards.
You shuddered at the sudden contact, sensitive after all the teasing. He hummed against you, vibrations feeling blissful as he latched on to your clit, sucking hard, alternating with light nibbles. "Taste just as pretty as you look" He mumbled, lips brushing against your skin, stubble rubbing against your thighs deliciously.
You tugged at his hair, pushing his head down, barely aware of what you were doing. His eyes were still on yours as he continued eating you out with fervour, making sure to pointedly miss your entrance with each stroke and you felt like you could combust from all the attention as you whined.
"Such an impatient little princess" He tutted as he let go and started circling his tongue around your entrance. Niall’s nose was pressed against you as he stuck his tongue in, lapping at your inner walls like a parched man. You arched your back, a groan pouring out of you.
"You're so responsive for me, pet. Such a good girl." He murmured as he pulled away, before using a finger to collect your juices. Eyes still riveted on your face, he slowly pushed a finger in, up to his knuckle.
“Niall, more…” You whimpered. He bit his lip before smiling at you deviously. "Such a greedy little cunt." He murmured as he pushed in another finger, pumping slowly. He curled his fingers, reaching for the perfect spot, eyes searching your face for a reaction. "So fuckin' tight, aren't ya, princess?"
You screamed his name when he found it, toes tingling, eyes rolling back and he quickly latched onto your clit, continuing to pump his fingers and curling them expertly.
“I’m- Fuck- I’m close,” You panted out. Niall hummed against you as he pushed in a third finger. He curled them, pressing hard as he sucked at your clit.
“I’m- Niall I’m gonna-” You barely got the words out before cumming against his mouth, shivers running from your toes to your fingers, head lax against the headboard. You felt light-headed as he slowly pumped his fingers, drawing out your orgasm. watching your face with an easy, satisfied smile.
Niall climbed up beside you, pressing his lips to yours. You could taste the familiar tang of your arousal on him and you moaned into the kiss. Still a little light-headed, you reached out, grasping the base of his cock.
He gasped and pulled away from the kiss, his head falling back onto his shoulders as you squeezed lightly. You let go to gather the precum gathered around his slit and spread it over the swollen head. You were about to lean forward as you drew my fist down, but he stopped you.
“Princess,” Niall panted out, “I won't last, some other time-” He broke off, inhaling sharply as you let go.
Cocky of him to assume that there would be another time, you couldn't help but think, but he gave a look that made your knees weak and you were grateful you weren’t standing. He leaned forward, lips pressed to the base of your neck, sucking a mark there.
“Down, pet.” he hummed against your skin. You laid back down as you watched him, teeth pressing into your lower lip. He rustled around in his bedside table, pulling out a foil package.
Niall ripped the package open with his teeth, rolling it on with his eyes still fixed on you. He gave himself a few quick pumps as he climbed onto the bed. “Spread for me, princess,” he said as he positioned himself over you.
You obeyed, whimpering a little as you felt his blunt head at your entrance. “Oh fuck, Niall- “ You moaned out as he pushed in, inch by delicious inch.
He stretched you out deliciously, pressing chaste kisses to your jawline until he bottomed out completely. “So fucking tight,” he grunted, catching his breath, before crashing his mouth into yours hungrily as he started thrusting, slow and deep.
You wrapped your legs around his waist, arching your back so that he could hit the perfect spot, feeling yourself clasp harder around him already.
Niall angled up, thrusting sharply and you couldn’t help but dig your nails into his back, hoping you didn’t break skin. He pulled away from the kiss with a gasp, filthy sounds escaping him. You felt the knot in your belly tighten just looking at the expression of bliss on his face in the dim lights. “Niall,” You breathed out, “I’m- fuck- close,”
His lips formed a cocky smirk, before leaning down to press his lips to your throat. “Won’t last, either,” he mumbled against your skin, “Come for me, princess,”
The rumble of his voice sent you over the edge, moaning incoherently as you came undone, nails scratching down his back, him shouting out a second later, teeth sinking into your skin as you felt him pulse inside of you.
Niall leaned onto his elbows, catching his breath, locking you in under him with his hands on either side of your chest. A few moments later he rolled off, pulling out with a hiss as he quickly tied up the condom and threw it into the bin beside the bed.
He turned back towards you, pulling the blankets up, throwing his arm over your waist and while you hadn't been planning on affection the feeling of him nuzzling into your hair, whispering a silent goodnight was enough to make your heart skip a beat.
You were too tired to protest, and it wasn’t exactly a bad feeling. All your thoughts of leaving went out the window as you mumbled back a muffled reply, drowsily nestling back into him, his warmth lulling you to sleep.
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