what people don’t understand about how adhd is disabling is that it’s not just getting temporarily distracted from, like, school work or hobbies. it’s getting distracted/being unable to motivate yourself to go to the doctor, eat regularly, do hygiene tasks, etc. it’s not knowing when or how long it will take you to do something, ANYTHING, and in many cases that thing is taking a shower or keeping your house from turning into a biohazard. it’s about being fundamentally incapable of controlling your attention and focus on anything, even and especially things you need to do to survive.
Don't Wanna Wait On It (Tonight I Wanna Get Nasty)
Dom!Niall x Brat!Reader
You were having way too much fun teasing your husband at the restaurant. You didn't know he'd actually break. Not that you were gonna stop pushing his buttons anyway ;)
c/w : Dom/Sub dynamics, Spanking, Choking, Use of Toys, Dirty Talk, Mild Degradation, Orgasm Denial, Cockwarming- It's a lot of kinky shit just brace yourselves
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"Princess, I'm telling you for the last time, you're making it worse for yourself." Niall's voice was level as he spoke but you could see the glint in his eyes. The familiar look he got, often led up to some of the best orgasms of your life.
"I'm not doing anything, Ni. Honest." You said with your best innocent smile, batting your eyelashes as brattily as you could as you bit your lip. You honestly weren't. Maybe. Maybe the table was just small enough that your foot kept brushing against his calf.
"You honestly expect me to believe that crap, doll?" Niall asked, coolly raising an eyebrow, his eyes dropping down to the low cut neck of your dress. Plain black satin, the fabric pooling around your collarbones.
And maybe the bread basket was just far enough that every time you wanted a roll you had to lean over the table. "Look, baby, all I'm sayin' is if you're getting an eyeful each time I want a roll maybe that's on you for not keeping your eyes up here." You said with a tiny smile, almost bordering on a smirk.
And oh fuck, you'd pushed it too far.
"Keep running that mouth, princess. Don't stop now," he said calmly, but there was a dangerous edge to his voice as he gestured for the bill, throwing some notes as he took a perfunctory glance at the piece of paper. "It's not gonna change anything. Have your fun, while you can, love."
And oh god. The look he gave you made shivers run down your spine and you couldn't help but clench your thighs together preemptively. You were in for it tonight, and you couldn't tell if you were more scared or excited.
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He'd been scarily calm and quiet on the drive back, giving away almost nothing as he opened the door for you, ushering you into the passenger seat, sitting down as he swerved back onto the road, not turning on any music, making no small talk. He didn't even place his hand on your thigh as he usually did, leaving it casually draped over the gearshift.
The silence had you on edge, itching to say something, anything bratty. Every part of you wanted to run your mouth and the more you looked at his stoic figure, the more you wanted to actually do it.
Like he'd said, you were already in for it tonight. Might as well have your fun while you could.
"You're really all talk tonight, aren't you?" You said, biting the inside of your cheek as you turned slightly to him, knowing your dress had ridden up slightly. You'd seen the way his eyes flicked down to your thighs, back up to your face as he gave you The Look, but you were getting off too much on his silent reactions.
"You used to be so much worse, I thought I'd be over your knee in the backseat by now." You continued, smirking slightly now.
"I'm not stupid enough to give you what you're begging for so desperately, princess." he said, his exterior still calm as he focused on the road.
"Aww but you always give in when I beg-"
"Shut the fuck up, princess. I mean it. You're gonna regret it later tonight." He interrupted, his jaw set as he glanced at you sideways.
You felt the heat pooling in your stomach as you shifted on the seat slightly. "Not really, I think you're going soft on me."
He said nothing this time, just rolling his neck in a bored way as he waited for the electric doors to your house to open, driving up to the door before he turned to you, the same look of almost bored calm still on his face.
"D'you wanna say that to my face now, princess?" He said, raising an eyebrow as he turned to you.
"I- uh. Yeah?" You said, stammering a little but cocky nonethless.
He exhaled softly, looking thoroughly at the end of his patience as you kept pushing his buttons. He reached over you, clicking the seatbelt out, his hand brushing the fabric of your dress but not your skin, finger hooking under your chin as he turned you to face him, your head tilting back as you looked at him, the small lights in the cars roof framing his face.
"Say that again, princess. Louder. Didn't catch you." he said, calm as ever. His grip was gentle, his voice low and even and that scared you even more. Your breath hitched, mind clouding over for just a second.
He smirked at the momentary chink in your bratty armour, letting go of your chin.
He leaned over the centre console as he opened the car door. "I want you naked on the bed before I get up there," he instructed, and something in his voice made you not protest this time as you stepped out. before you closed the door, he spoke again. "Oh, and princess? Undo your hair."
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Not more than 15 minutes later you were sitting on the bed, back pressed up against the headboard as you waited for him, your hair falling onto your shoulder like he'd asked.
He walked in calm as ever, turning up his sleeves as he folded them, and your fingers caught on the movement.
"You're naked." he said, nodding slightly as he let his gaze linger on you. "At least you can listen. Alright, off the bed. I want you on your knees on the rug. hands behind your back."
He watched, unimpressed as you made no effort to move. "Don't make me say it again, doll, you're already in deep shit as is. I know you wanna be treated like the cock hungry little whore you are but if you don't shut up and get on your knees this very second you're gonna be begging me to let you come all night and rest assured I will enjoy every single moment of denying it to you."
You bit back a whimper, scrambling off the bed as you knelt on the plush carpet, hands behind your back as you still threw a dirty look at him.
He pretended to not notice you, simply going through the drawers with a slow purpose, placing things every so often on the bed.
"Paddle, too, hm? Thought you weren't giving in-"
"Did I not tell you to shut the fuck up?" He said, shooting you one single look that had you biting your lip. You were certain he slowed down on purpose after that, placing the lube on the side table, walking down to the kitchen as he left you there, giving you a simple look that was a clear 'don't move' as he came back with some water bottles, giving you a small nod as he found you still kneeling.
"Up on the bed, doll." he said slowly undoing the buttons on his shirt.
He watched you calmly as you sat back against the bed, kneeling on a pillow.
"Keep those hands behind your back. Get my shirt off. Don't whine, don't fidget and don't complain."
You tried to glare at him the best you could as you leaned forward, biting down on the fabric as you tugged it off his shoulders. And the fucker- He must've planned this, You could smell his cologne, you could feel the heat radiating off his skin, and you fiddled with the shirt, it was pure torture.
Finally, you managed to get his shirt off, and he gave you no more than a small nod, and you couldn't help but pout.
"Don't give me that look, princess. You haven't been good enough for any praise, let alone a reward." Niall said, sounding more amused than anything and it made you want to whine at the unfairness.
"You're such a bossy little..." You grumbled under your breath.
"You wanna finish that sentence for me, baby?" Niall smirked, obviously having heard.
"You're such a bossy little fucker." You suggested casually, knowing you were digging your own grave. "Little bastard, gettin' off on torturing me-"
"Alright, you fucking brat." Niall said with a fond smirk, shaking his head. "Get on all fours. Now."
You gave him a cocky look, getting on all fours as you rolled your eyes. "What you gonna do now, Ni?" You asked defiantly, looking up at him as he didn't answer, instead undoing his pants, shoving them off, his boxers following suit as he sat down against the bed, legs spreading comfortably.
"I'm gonna stuff that bratty little mouth of yours full since you can't stop running it. Now get here and put it to good use." He said calmly, his eyes fixed on yours as he sat there comfortably, his dick on full display, his thighs flexing slightly.
"I- Uh. Um" You said, struggling to come up with a sassy response, wanting to, but you could almost imagine the weight on your tongue, the familiar salty tang and-
"Aw, look at my little princess stuttering." He said, his fingers gripping your chin as he made you crawl closer. "One little look at my cock and she's fumbling over her words like the cock dumb little slut she is."
"I'm not-" You started, but Niall was quick to cut you off.
"Did I tell you to yap or put that mouth of yours to good use? Shut up and get here" he said calmly, his fingers wrapping around his cock as he gave himself a few slow strokes.
Your gaze flickered between his face and his length a few inches from your face, taking a deep breath as you stuck your tongue out, settling down a little comfortably on the mattress. The cool, smooth sheets provided some sort of relief to your aching clit as you slowly wrapped your lips around him, taking him in.
Before you could move, before you could properly taste him, his fingers were in your scalp, tightening around the roots of your hair as he pulled you off sharply. "I want your arse in the air. Stop humpin' the sheets like a desperate little whore."
You whimpered, biting your lip desperately as you nodded, quickly swallowing him back down, nose almost brushing his stomach as you kept your hips up in the air, the cold air almost uncomfortable against your burningly hot slit.
"Look at that," Niall hummed smugly as he slowly pushed his hips forward. "All it took was my cock to shut you up." He kept his hand on the back of your head, grip firm as he stopped you from moving any further.
"Stay down there. Don't move. Don't put your hips back down. Tap my thigh if you need to colour out." He instructed, before reaching to the side table for his phone and-
Was the fucker actually scrolling instagram while you choked on his cock!? You could barely breathe, your lungs burned, your eyes were pricking with tears and he didn't even...
Oh, fuck.
You almost whimpered when you realised you'd done this to yourself essentially.
You didn't move for a bit, watching him tap out replies to someone, laughing softly at some reel and- Oh it stung. He'd known just what you needed, and he'd punished you in the very opposite way. By taking away all his attention.
You kept your eyes on his face, hoping you could puppy face your way out of this one, but he didn't even look up from the screen. You knew he'd told you to not move, but throwing caution to the wind, you pushed down another inch or so, gagging as his tip hit the back of your throat, tears streaming down your face as you stayed there, the sounds you made muffled against his length.
"Look at you choking yourself on my cock like the desperate little princess you are," Niall finally said, sounding amused. "Where's all your brattiness gone now, baby? Where's the attitude?"
"Mmph, fuck you-" You mumbled around his cock, barely distinguishable.
"I did not ask you to talk. Keep them pretty lips wrapped around my dick and stop pretending like you're not enjoying this." He said calmly, finally tossing his phone to the side.
He smirked amusedly as you made a muffled half-hearted sound of protest. "You're loving this, aren't you? Gagging yourself on me like the cock hungry little slut you are. tears streamin' down your face- Tell me, baby, does it make you feel filthy? Used?"
You let out a soft sob, hips grinding against the sheets. You hadn't realised when you'd let them down, but as soon as you felt the glide of the fabric against your throbbing clit, you couldn't care less. You didn't care how desperate you looked as you ground youself down onto the sheets- you needed this.
"Did I not tell you to keep your arse up in the air, princess?"
You didn't reply, the combination of the humiliation of his words, the feel of his dick stretching your throat, the sparks from your pussy as you rubbed it against the bed desperately- all of it clouding your mind too far to care.
He grunted slightly as he felt your throat squeezing him, his hands flying to your hair as he tugged on it, pulling you off with enough force to have your eyes pricking with tears. "FIne, you want to be a brat?" He said, pulling your head back even more. "Do it. It's more fun this way." He gave your hair another pull before he let go, getting off the bed.
"All fours. Right now." He instructed, reaching for the paddle and-
Oh. You let out a whimper, a mix of anticipation for the pain, the pleasure- the humiliation, the attention. All of it.
Almost light headed, spacey already, you clambered onto all fours again. Your chest was pressed against the sheets, hard nipples brushing the fabric, your ass sticking up as you presented yourself, ready for whatever he was going to dole out.
"Colour, darlin'?" Niall asked, his hand resting softly on your hip, nothing but concern in his voice.
"Green- green. So green" You said instantly, wiggling your hips slightly in the air, not ready to drop the brattiness just yet.
"Green and begging for punishment, I see." Niall said, his voice laced with a soft danger, his fingertips trailing along the back of your thigh leaving goosebumps in their wake. He kept it up for a bit longer, every so often straying along the swell of your arse or down your calf, enjoying teasing you.
And it was driving you nuts. "Are you just gonna keep teasing me or do somethin' about it?" You snapped with all the sass you could muster in the position you were in.
It almost seemed like he was waitin' for you to run your mouth, bringing the paddle down sharply on your left cheek. You yelped into the sheets, warmth spreading from the impact.
You lifted your bottom higher, almost begging for another. "Is that the hardest you can hit?"
You could hear his huff of irritation before he brought the paddle down in quick sharp successive hits. "I'm really gonna have to fuck that attitude out of tonight, doll. It's getting on my nerves" He said, punctuating each word with a spank, each one getting harder.
You couldn't hold back your screams by the last one, the warmth almost too much to bear, your skin prickling in the most delicious way. Tears pool in your eyes but you keep your attitude even as your voice breaks. "Fuck you, I don't need to be taught a thing-"
"Are you really gonna say that when i can see your cunt absolutely dripping? While I can see your juices running down your thigh?" Niall said with an amused laugh, before bringing the paddle down as hard as he could where your thigh met the swell of your arse.
You moaned into the sheets, all but drooling as you heard the sound before you felt the tendrils of hot pain-pleasure spreading out as you sobbed into the bedsheets.
"Colour, princess?" Niall said softly, his hand soothing as he ran it over your burning skin.
"G-Green, still fucking green." You said, teeth grit slightly at the intense waves of burning hot pleasure, your thighs shaking slightly. "I..."
Niall waited for you to continue, gently squeezing your hip. "You what, doll?" He asked, his voice laced with concern.
"Fuckin' hate you right now." You mumbled into the sheets, though there was no real venom behind your words. Your arse throbbed, your pussy felt achingly empty, tears were streaming down your face, and the burning humiliation, the pain- all of it was too much.
"Oh, that's quite alright. I love you too, princess, brat an' all." Niall said with a light laugh, bringing his hand down for another spank, this one not designed to make it hurt, simply to watch your arse jiggle.
You still couldn't help but whimpered pathetically, your skin madly oversensitive, your mind overstimulated. "Shut up" You mumbled, burying your face into the sheets again.
"Say that again and it'll be 15 more minutes spent choking on my cock."
Your breath caught at the threat, the surity lacing his voice, your pussy clenching painfully around nothing. "Sorry," You mumbled, your voice soft as the image of his cock being shoved down your throat made your clit tingle.
"Look at that, the brat knows manners." Niall murmured amusedly as he went through the drawers. You stayed silent, wondering what he was going to pull out next. You let out a relieved breath as you saw it was simply some lotion, hissing as you felt the cold soothing sensation of his fingers on your skin.
Your lips parted slightly, eyes fluttering close as you kept your arse presented for him.
"Look at that, my debauched little princess. My little cockslut, hm? Drippin' wet just from being punished-"
You reacted before you felt. "Shut up" You blurted out, feeling his fingers brushing ever so lightly against your slit, finally giving you that sweet relief that you'd been begging for, gently parting your lips as-
He drew back?
Fuck.
He let out a frustrated sounding sigh, wiping his wetness on your hip. "There's that attitude again, just when I was about to reward you."
Your eyes widened in realisation, almost panicking as you tried to backtrack "Wait- No! Fuck, no- I mean, I'm green, but please- I'm sorry!"
"Mm, too late. Good girl for giving me your colour, though." he murmured, leaning over your back, his chest pressed up against you as he turned your head to give you the lightest of kisses as a reward.
You almost whined at the teasing contact, the kiss having done nothing but make you more desperate.
"Sit against the headboard, princess. On your knees. No talking back unless I ask you something. Oh, and- No grinding against the sheets like a little bitch in heat, too." he said with an amused smirk, and you felt your cheeks burn at the humiliation of it, hating how it made you even wetter.
Niall was going through the drawers again, back turned to you as he did. You stared at his rippling muscles, itching to touch him, to taste him, to bite him.
"Princess, d'you think you can keep your hands on your thighs or will I have to cuff you?"
You almost didn't register his words at first, busy staring at the soft line of his waist, the divots at the base of his spine, the smattering of freckles and-
"Uh-" You said, gnawing at your lip as you considered your options. You weren't great at being still anyway, let alone during punishments, but you couldn't handle being any more restrained than you already were. Praying your self-control held through, you shook your head. "I'll keep them here."
Niall regarded you for a few moments, eyes shamelessly raking over your curves before he raised an eyebrow with a small smirk. "If they move at all, the cuffs go on and stay on till we're done. Last chance to change your mind."
You bit the inside of your cheek, a little scared at the prospect of being restrained for so long. As hot as it was, you really wanted to be able to feel him later. You hoped you could be good enough to.
"No- I'll keep still."
Niall turned to give you a small appraising look, moving back to the drawers.
What the fuck was it now. God, he was driving you crazy.
"What are you-"
"Your options are not speaking until spoken to or gagging on my cock for 15 more minutes, you sure you're that curious, doll?" He said calmly, placing the handcuffs on the edge of the sidetable, their very presence making you press your thighs together a little tighter.
You were tempted to talk back. To give a bratty answer just for the hell of it and to see what happened. But you remembered the threat of the next punishment, your eyes flicking to the glinting cuffs on the table and you shook your head, keeping shut.
Niall nodded, a slightly proud smile on his face as he finally climbed back to you, and you nearly gasped when you saw what was in his hands.
They must be new and oh-
You loved them.
Golden nipple clamps- and they had the most delicate chain hanging between them. You swallowed hard. They would hurt like hell, you knew that, but fuck, did they look pretty. You kept your hands on your thighs, fingers curling slightly.
"Colour, princess."
"Green." You breathed out instantly, a little out of breath. You could feel your nipples, already hard against the cold air, almost throbbing at the thought of the metal pinching them.
He nodded slightly, reaching out without warning, his fingers pinching your right nipple, rolling it gently, warming you up slightly before increasing the pressure.
You gasped sharply, squirming slightly at the bolt of pain shooting through you. You could feel your own wetness dripping down your inner thighs as you fought to keep your hands still.
Niall kept his eyes firmly on your facing, watching for any signs that he should check in again as he clipped the metal on.
A sharp hiss escaped you, moaning as the clamp bit down on your right nipple. You swore under your breath, watching him hover the other clamp over your breast, head falling back against the headboard when he finally did.
You were fighting back every urge to squirm, to moan, to beg for more as you tried to not move. Niall was simply sitting back on his heels, taking in the sight. The look in his eyes made you almost light headed with lust.
You glanced down, taking in the sight of the metal clipped onto your skin. You felt so vulnerable, so exposed, so objectified and it might be the hottest you'd ever felt.
"Fuck me, if that isn't the prettiest thing I've ever seen in my life," Niall looped his fingers into the chain, twisting it slightly before tugging- ever so gently.
It still made you see stars, the clamps kept their grip tight, tugging against your already sensitive nipples, pulling you forward slightly.
Niall watched your head fall back, your throat exposed, hips bucking slightly, desperate for friction, biting back his own moan.
"Look at you, baby," he murmured. "My little ruined princess. Leaking down your thighs like a good little whore, my handprints all over your arse- your lips all swollen like they're made for sucking cock."
And god, he knew how to get to you. You kept your hands intently on your thigh, not moving, determined to not fuck up this time. Any more teasing and you genuinely might pass out.
Niall gripped your chin with one hand, the chain still delicately pinched in the other. He watched you silently, your eyes wide as you looked up at him. His thumb swiped against your lower lip, the pressed down on it.
You parted your lips willingly, breath catching at the look of sheer want on his face. He stayed there for a few moments, just taking the sight of you looking utterly debauched. He pressed down a little harder on your lip, holding your mouth open as he spit directly into your mouth.
"Swallow." He said, the blues of his eyes almost disappearing with how blown his pupils were. And you did- and the next thing you knew he'd flipped you, one firm hand on your lower back pressing you down onto all fours.
"Look at you, God," He murmured, his voice hoarse, his finger swiping along your arousal-sticky lips, parting them gently. "Colour, baby," He urged.
"Green, green-" You managed to gasp out even from your hazy headspace.
"Good girl," He murmured, and, oh, it felt so good. It was the first bit of praise that he'd let you have and his finger pushed into you. It wasn't even that much of a stretch but it was the first bit of real stimulation he'd let you have and you arched your back pushing back onto his finger, desperately needing more.
He leaned over you, his chest pressing into your back as he pressed a series of fluttering kisses along your shoulder. The sensations were overwhelming, the pressure of the clamps on your nipples, the stretch of his finger and-
"Patience, baby." He murmured. And the change in his tone was obvious. He was taking his time now. None of this was a punishment anymore. He slowly began moving his finger and you whined softly, feeling your walls clinging to his finger.
"See, is it that hard to not be a pain in the ass?" He said softly, and you could hear the smirk in his voice.
"Fuck no," You chuckled breathlessly, the sound turning into a gasp as he twisted his finger inside you, crooking it against your G-spot.
"Brat," He murmured, his voice tinged with fondness this time, pushing in two more fingers without warning. You yelped, the burn delicious, your cheek pressing against the sheets. You whined at first, but a few slow pumps later, your eyes were rolling back, your hips rocking back to meet his fingers.
"You're fuckin' yourself on my fingers- and you're so bloody tight, babe. My cock hasn't even been near you yet and your legs are shakin', you're so cock hungry," He said teasingly, curling his fingers again, making you bite your lip hard.
You moan softly at his words, feeling embarrassingly eager but not really caring as you pushed back on his fingers. You look back at him, eyes glazed over, whimpering and whining, silently begging for more.
You know he's taking his sweet time, ignoring you and your desperate noises and it frustrates you even more. You pout at him, turning your head to look at him with your best puppy face.
"Beg for it then, doll. Don't just pout at me," He said with an amused smirk. "Beg for my cock."
You didn't hesitate, your pride long forgotten, overwhelmed with need. You looked back over your shoulder, expression still the same. "Please... Fuck, please give me your cock. I need it so bad, just fuck me before i go crazy."
"Beg prettier."
You melted at his command, slipping further, your voice becoming smaller. "Pretty please? Fuck, please put your cock inside me. I'll be a good girl, i promise. I'll take it however you want- deep and hard, I'll do anything-"
You broke off at the moan he let out, a small rush of pride at knowing you'd gotten to him. You were throbbing around his fingers, and you pushed back gently, desperately craving his cock.
He pulled his fingers out slowly, wiping them on your red arse, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Come ride me." He said simply, settling against the headboard.
You scrambled to your knees, grabbing him and pumping him slowly, hovering over it. You lower yourself on him, whining a bit at the burning stretch but pushing down anyway.
"Slow, princess."
You nodded, hands braced on his shoulders as you sank down further. You paused as you fully settled on him, taking a short breather before starting to bounce gently.
"Oh, goddd," he moaned instantly, hands flying to your hips.
You gasped as the clamps pulled on your nipples with each movement, sending jolts of pleasure to your core. You let him guide you, becoming more frantic as you felt yourself getting closer.
"Look at you fucking yourself on my cock, jesus, princess." He choked out between grunts. You whimpered at his dirty words, the wet sounds filling the room, your legs trembling as you rolled your hips, hitting all your spots, biting your lip to keep from screaming, but failing.
"Good girl, let me hear you," He murmured, thrusting up to meet you. And you were almost babbling, way too gone to reply, to do anything but moan.
His hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing gently, and his other hand tugged lightly on the chain and you could feel your head spin, completely overwhelmed with pleasure. "Gonna..." You choked out.
"Not yet," Niall said firmly, his own chest heaving as he let go of the chain and your throat, hands on your arse, holding you down. You cried out softly in frustration, pushing down on him desperately.
"Stop bouncing on it." He instructed, fingers digging into your flesh.
"Niall i swear to fucking god-"
He cut off your frustrated tirade with a sudden sharp slap to your clit. You yelped, your entire body jolting from the impact.
He thrust up with the next slap, your breasts jiggling with the roughness of it. He had no rhythm, didn't let you get used to it. He fucked up into you mercilessly, his hand coming down onto your clit with a precision that made you scrunch up your face.
"You're right there, aren't you?" he groaned. He could see the desperation in your eyes, the way your body was tensed, ready to snap. He stopped his movements, pulling out sharply and you whined at the loss.
"Niall what the fuck-"
His eyes shone with mischief as he swiped his fingers through your pussy, bringing your arousal up to his mouth, sucking his fingers clean teasingly.
"I was good all night- this is cruel, Ni. Please-" You whined.
"Was it cruel when you were bending over the table, tits practically hanging out in the restaurant and teasing me?" He said, the tip of his cock dragging through your folds.
"Was it cruel when you were being a little brat and not listening?"
"I- Babe, I'm sorryyyy," You whined.
He tapped his cock against your clit, grinning wickedly as you shuddered.
He knew he'd pushed you to your absolute limit. Without warning, he plunged back into you, one hand tugging on the nipple clamps' chain, the other coming down on your pussy.
You couldn't even think, let alone make a sound, mouth open in a silent scream as you clenched down, the most intense orgasm you've ever had wracking through you. He worked you through it, never stopping. You were vaguely aware of his curses, of the warmth of his cum filling you up and you were sure you'd had another orgasm, not sure if the first one had even ended.
The next thing you knew you were on your side, Niall cuddled up facing you, his fingers carding through your hair. You could feel the sticky half dried cum leaking out of you, and the sheets pulled up over you. You must've passed out, jesus.
"Shh, I got you, baby. You did fucking incredible." Niall hummed, holding up a bottle of water to your mouth. You drank a few sips instinctively, cuddling closer to him as soon as he'd capped it again.
"You took me so well, princess. D'you need anything? Want me to clean you up?" He murmured into your hair between kisses.
You shook your head, nuzzling into him sleepily. "Just cuddles."
He chuckled softly, pulling you closer.
"Your chest hair's in my mouth, doof," You mumbled groggily, poking his side.
"Will you stop being a brat atleast now?" He laughed incredulously.
"Yeah yeah, whatever. You love me."
"If you weren't dead on your feet I'd fuck that attitude out of you again," He said, shaking his head, his chin rubbing against the top of your head.
"Who's stopping ya from doin' it now?" You grinned, looking up at him.
"C'mere, you little brat," He laughed, pulling you on top of him and kissing you again.
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A/N : whoops I had not intended for it to be that long but I'm a sucker for dom!Niall. Expect more of him 🫡 Reblogs and comments always appreciated <3
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Republicans, you’re being played. They’re stealing our money and destroying our government under the guise of “waste.” This is a heist and you voted for it.
As several others have already said in the notes, this is Jerome Robbins’ “Mistake Waltz,” and it is GLORIOUS. And so much respect for the dancers, because having to do something intentionally wrong is frequently harder than trying to do it right.
Omg, with the better quality video–the girl wearing glasses, and the one wearing the pearls and brooch! those are SUCH GOOD DETAILS for a mistake waltz, having individual things catch the eye like that for something that should be uniform!
