#sub niall

You chewed at your lip for a moment, fingers tapping on the steering wheel. Bloody red light. The only consolation was that the sun was shining, and it would be a bloody good day for what you had planned. 

The address was memory now, the drive to it muscle memory. You pulled into the roundabout at the entrance, biting your lip- for an entirely different reason this time- as you stopped in front of him.

Plain white shirt, crocheted. Too much skin through the gaps to be considered unintentional. You remembered buying that one for him: 

'Babe, I'm gonna look like a slut in that,'

Apparently he'd decided today was the day to look like one.

 Good. 

You honked once, smiling to yourself as he startled a little, flipping you off with a grin as he made his way to the car, sliding in with a soft content sigh. 

"Took your bloody time, I was sweating like a motherfucker. I'm pretty sure my balls are permanently glued together now."

"Hello, Niall. It's really nice to see you too, Niall. You look great, Niall," you said dryly, with a small amused roll of your eyes to yourself. 

"Mm, yeah, yeah, whatever," he hummed, leaning in to steal a quick kiss before you pulled back onto the road.

He fiddled with the music, linking his phone and putting on his own music- bloody Eagles, again, christ- this was second nature now. A calming, sure ritual. 

"So where we headed then?" I asked, tilting his head slightly as he dialled the volume down slightly, adjusting the seatbelt strap biting into his shoulder with a move that had his top two unbuttoned buttons splaying further. 

Christ on a stick.

"It's entirely too early for brunch, let alone lunch. So...? Shopping, again?"

"Nope. Golf."

He stared at you like you'd grown a second head.

"You're shitting me."

He knew how much you hated golf- well, maybe hate was an overtstatement. Sure, you loved how his ass looked in those shorts as he wiggled it just before he swung, but that was where you interest ended. 

You'd always indulged him, but it was always a fond 'im done with this but I love you too much' sort of indulgence. Always after a few days of pleading and puppy eyes and breakfast in bed with exceptionally good head. 

"What, can't I spoil you, babygirl?"

"Right..." He said slowly. "What's the catch?"

"Nothing," you laughed softly, hand sliding to his thigh as you pulled onto the highway towards the golf club, squeezing gently. 

"Just play nice, sweet thing."

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"I'm still suspicious," Niall mumbled as he followed you to your room at the clubhouse, slumping onto the bed. 

"Don't be stupid," you rolled your eyes, toeing off your shoes. "Tee time's in an hour and a half, by the way."

He hummed something incoherently, now face down into the mattress. 

You couldn't resist smacking his ass, watching the jiggle with a tiny smirk, raising your hands innocently as he shot you a look over his shoulder, mumbling something about 'bein' a piece of ass'.

"Speaking of asses," you said casual as you could, going through your phone idly, but not really. "Go shower, will you, sweetheart."

"Shower?"

"Yes, Niall. Shower. The thing where you stand under running water and-"

"Don't be a smartarse, I got it," he interrupted, still eyeing you with suspicion. "I'm assuming you mean clean up all the way."

You hummed, rolling your neck slightly as you set your phone on the coffee table. "What else, pet?"

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You could smell his bodywash out here. Lemon verbena and sea breeze. The hint of caramel and tobacco from his cologne. Mm, that was the cue he was coming. 

You looked up at him, muting the show playing on the tv, eyebrow raised teasingly as you let your gaze linger way too long over his dripping figure. 

"Towel off, darling?" You said, more a command veiled as a question. Always worked though. 

He shot you a small faux-disgruntled look, mumbling something under his breath as he let it drop. 

"Already half hard?" You teased, swinging your feet out of bed. 

"Shut up its not you it's the-" he mumbled incoherently, shutting up at the press of your lips on his, hands going to your waist instinctively, leaning down to kiss you. 

You threaded your fingers through the damp hair at the nape of his neck, tugging gently, savouring the way he moaned into your mouth. 

Always so needy for you, it never failed to drive you crazy. 

"Wanna kneel over the side of the bed for me, pretty boy?" You mumbled as you pulled away, tugging his bottom lip between your teeth, licking it over once before pulling back completely to let him answer. 

Not surprisingly, however, he didn't- simply took the few steps, getting to his knees as he pressed his chest against the mattress, back already arched sinuously. 

You gave an approving hum, going through your bag before setting a small bottle down on the side table. 

"Don't move your hands, don't come without permission. You can be loud, though." you said, running through the rules almost memorized at this point.

You dragged your hands down his back, pressing into the divots at the base of his spine before digging into his hips. You opened the bottle, letting it run down the center of his ass. 

You sat on your heels, watching the liquid flow down the line between his cheeks. Mm.

"Don't come, okay, pretty boy? Not without asking." You reminded, before diving in with zero warning. 

Fuck, flavoured lube might have been your best idea ever. You let your tongue run teasing circles around his rim, not quite touching the sensitive ring of muscles.

He was already whimpering, hands clutched onto the sheets, hips pushing back into your face. 

You smiled against him, finally letting your tongue breach him. He was tight, so tight. And even more delicious than normal. It was ready, the mix of his bodywash, his own scent, and the lube. 

You dug your fingers into the softest part of his ass, letting your nails press half moons into them. 

He was babbling something now. Desperate begs, whimpers, please- all music to your ears you'd never get tired of. 

You pulled back, spitting on his hole as you pushed two fingers in, smiling as you watched him keen and arch his back.

"Baby- please- ah- please-"

"Please what, sweetheart?" You smirked, curling your fingers just right as you found the perfect spot. You kept flicking your fingers up and down, pushing harder every time he tried to speak. 

Niall was almost incoherent at this point. The only words out of his mouth were a string of pleases chanted like you would be his only salvation. 

His knees were shaking, you could tell. You leaned down, tongue darting out for a taste even as your fingers never stopped working. 

"Gonna have to use your words pretty boy, and I'll let you," you murmured letting your other hand wander to just tease his balls. Not quite touching, just ghosts of the suggestion of touch. 

It was enough to have him moaning loud enough for everyone on your floor to hear, pulling at the sheets, panting- his voice an absolute mess. 

"Baby, ple- *please*. Just let me- i- please. Let me come- i-"

He could barely string his words together. You would've teased more, edged more. But you had more plans for today. Just a little mercy for now wouldn't hurt.

You leaned over him, chest pressing into his sweat damp back, biting the soft part where his neck met shoulder.

You paused your fingers before hooking them again. "Come for me untouched like a good little slut, yeah, love? Let me hear you-"

That was all it took. He was so good, waiting for permission this well. It never failed to amaze you and make you proud. 

He all but seized up, clenching hard on your fingers, hips pushing back desperately as he came, whimpering and moaning your name brokenly.

You kept moving your fingers until his breathing calmed down, kissing the side of his neck before slowly pulling your fingers out. 

"Don't move, baby-" you whispered into his skin, turning your head to tug on the hoop in his ear with your teeth before getting up. 

"'m just gonna plug you up nicely, yeah? Gonna be good for me while you play your golf, right?"

He nodded slightly, still bonelessly slumped into the edge of the bed as you pushed the plug in with almost no resistance. God how you loved his ass. 

You tapped the base of it a few times, smiling as he almost jumped at the brush of it against his prostate. 

"Fucking hell, babe-"

You smiled at his curse, pressing a kiss to the crease of his ass before sitting up.

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A little while later, he'd cleaned up a respectable amount of the sweat off (pity), and just as he'd been about to pull his shorts back on, you crossed the room, reaching for the back again as you kneeled in front of him.

"Wh- darling, what are you doing?" Niall said, eyes widening in the most adorable way as he took you in.

You laughed lightly, tugging his boxers down, relishing the way his breathing hitched. 

"Relax, ni. Not what you think it is."

You met his eyes mischievously before pulling out the cage. It was simple, mostly. A matching silver to the hoops in his ears and the rings on his fingers. Another little accessory to make him prettier.

"Gonna put this on, okay?'' you said, pressing a kiss just above his pelvis as you gave him a cheeky little squeeze, locking his soft (for now) dick into the cage.

"Mmngh, fuck-"

You heard his shaky inhale along with the click of the lock, holding the tiny key up to him with a smirk before dropping them into your shorts pocket. 

"Get dressed, then, chop chop. Tee time's at 11"

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The day was perfect. You honestly couldn't believe your luck, sitting there with your hand idly tracing patterns on his thigh, wandering up occasionally enough for him to give you his best side eye.

You could tell he didn't truly mind, and let him do his thing, sitting there, caddying for him like the princess he was, watching his ass shake perfectly as he took his swing.

You let him enjoy his golf, truly enjoy it, for a few holes before taking things into your own hands.

Around the third hole, or the fourth- youd lost count. You only had one hole on you mind- you got your phone out. You tried to be as calm about it as you could, pulling up the app as niall turned pouting.

"Baby, you're supposed to watch me and hype me, not scroll reels-"

"Princess, i know. I promise I'm not scrolling. Just give me a mo'," you hummed, giving him a small smile waiting for a few moments for him to line his shot up before tapping the button on your phone.

You couldn't hear it- the plug was too silent and too expensive for it- but you could see it register on his face.

Niall first went solid with shock, freezing with the wedge above his head, and you could actually see his cheeks clench through the shorts. 

He almost melted next, the wedge dropping from his hands as he turned back towards you, suddenly registering what was happening.

"I-" he started, panting deliciously already. You shifted in your seat. Mm.

"Baby, not fair, fuuuhck-" he groaned, his voice breaking.

You smiled innocently, tapping your phone again as you shrugged at him. "What'd i do,"

You let him take the next few chips, waiting till he was on the green. He hated putting, you knew it, and maybe this would make it better.

You smiled to yourself, watching him keenly as you turned the vibrator back in, stronger this time. 

It was hell for Niall, especially with the cock cage on. He could feel it pressing into his mostly soft dick. No matter how desperate he already was, he couldn't even get hard, let alone come.

"Everything okay, baby boy?" You smirked, turning the vibrator up even more.

You could see the sweat gathering already as he stumbled his way to the cart, voice rough and broken as he begged. 

"Please please please- this is- i can't. Mean- too mean. Need to- *can't*-"

You turned it off long enough for him to be coherent again, listening to his complaints with a playful little smile.

"Baby-" you interrupted him halfway through a rant about how you were ruining his handicap.

You gripped his chin, turning his face towards you. He'd been putting his kit in the back of the cart. His knees would've buckled, had he not held the handle. 

You turned the vibrating plug into full. This time he was close enough that you could hear the faint hum. 

"Open," you smiled.

He complied so softly. Lips parting ever so slightly, letting your thumb push in. Eager and warm and wet and heavenly as he wrapped them tight, knees pressing together as he stood there.

He sucked so pretty. 

Eyes down on you, eyelashes fanned against his cheeks. Knuckles white against the bar, eyes half lidded.

"That's my pretty boy. My prettiest boy," you mumbled, fucking his mouth with your thumb for a few more moments before finally turning the vibrator off. 

You pulled your thumb out, sucking it clean unnecessarily, pretending to wipe it on his shorts as you gripped the cock cage over his shorts.

You pouted up at him, and he bucked his hips into your grip. 

"Aw, still soft? What a pity" you teased, digging your nails into his thighs instead. 

That elicited a gasp from him, and you knew that he was enough of a pain slut that you could've gotten him off with nothing else note in that moment. 

The plug must already have wreaked havoc on his prostate, but he was taking it like a champ. 

You patted his ass as you let go, tilting your head to the seat next to yours. 

"C'mon, sweetie. Chop chop. We're just getting started."

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You were almost at the end of the first 9, and it was much emptier back here. You'd kept the teasing up, fondling and teasing- tweaking his nipples through his shirt till they stood out so pretty, turning the vibrator on without warning.

Stolen kisses that tasted like red bull and sweat- this was your favourite way to play golf with him. You were never going back to normal again.

You were just thinking that, sitting cross legged in the golf buggy, his vibrator on full as you egged him on playfully to take the final putt.

"C'mon, baby, you can sink it. Who's my pretty boy, c'mon. Make me proud-"

Youd underestimated how truly gone he was. 

Niall's knees were actually shaking now, and his arms. Well shit. You turned the plug down enough to let him talk.

"Please- ma'am, please. I'm-" Niall gasped, looking like he'd drop to his knees right there.

"Just take the cage off. I promise I'll be so good. Promise i won't touch, promise i won't come, i just- i can't take it. Can't- please-"

He let out the most ragged sigh of relief as you glanced around before patting your knee, letting him perch there. His eyes closed, biting his lip as he felt your fingers deftly unlocking the restraints around his cock.

He was swelling already, and you knew it wouldnt be long before he was fully hard again.

You were about to start pulling the zip on his shorts back up, but halfway through it, Niall put his hand on your wrist.

He shook his head so pitifully, so *desperately*, that you had to stop 

He kept up a stream of pleading, but you just shushed him. He dropped to his knees without you even needing to tell him and God, did you train him well.

He didn't even care about the damp grass pressing against his knees. He just sat there obediently, gnawing at his lip as he waited for your instructions.

When you finally- finally, unbuttoned your own shorts, lifting your hips up quick enough for him to glance the silicone straining against your panties and-

It all made sense to Niall. Why you'd sat like that. Why you'd barely stood, and when you did- he shook his head, actually shook his head like an adorable little puppy.

He'd been planning on eating you out till you squirted all over his face but this was even better.

He started to reach for your underwear, to pull it fully down, but you stopped him. Fingers cupped his chin, the faint rasp of his stubble against them.

He kept his eyes up, and it was the prettiest sight in the planet. You swiped his lips with a thumb, barely there, brushing, but he parted them instinctively.

You couldn't help but smirk, nodding as you pushed it in slowly. Wet wet warmth. Such a pretty expression on his face as he hollowed his cheeks, already so so ready for your cock.

"Good boy, eyes up on me," you said raggedly, pressing your thumb against the wet warmth of his tongue. Holding it there and pushing back till he just gagged.

You hooked your thumb into his bottom teeth and he opened his mouth willingly. Eyes closed like he was waiting for the nectar of the gods and swallowing just as eagerly as he felt your warm spit landing on his tongue.

"Eyes open, princess,"

He barely heard it over his own whimpers but he complied. You pulled your thumb out, spreading his saliva over his cheeks for nothing more than to see the way his eyes got even more lidded.

You sat back, legs spread, the fabric of the seat sticking against your thighs. He moved eagerly, didn't need verbal instructions. His hands were shaking, mouth watering as he spat on the silicone- messy, so messy and sooo needy.

Paused just long enough for one breath before taking it all the way in. You groaned, hand cupping the back of his head. Just threaded through his hair, nails scratching his scalp.

His nose brushed against your pubic bone, eyes already watering, throat already threatening to close up but he kept his eyes up on yours. He needed the validation more than anything.

"That's my good boy, look so pretty for me-"

You barely got through a single sentence without him moaning- literally, like it was a porno- and fucking himself deeper on your cock. He could barely breathe but it was beyond heady.

The feeling of being so exposed, ass stretched out, cock finally aching as it got to swell up- and to be on his knees in front of his favourite girl, cock down his throat. Niall couldn't have been any more in heaven.

You gently tugged at his hair as his face for pinker, making him pull off enough to breathe.

He nuzzled your palm as you gently cupped his face, stroking his cheekbone with a thumb. 

"Please-" 

His voice was broken, absolutely wrecked. He wasn't even in the condition to beg properly. Usually, you would've made him use his words, made him spell it out till he was blushing and flustered.

Right now? After hours of vibrations and cages and teasing- even you didn't have it in you.

He was like putty in your hands as you lifted him up. You'd planned on bending him over the rear seat of the golf cart, but his knees already were red- you didn't want to hurt your precious baby, and you knew he was too much of a good boy to complain.

He let out a soft whimper as you tugged his golf shorts off him, glancing around nervously as if anyone else on the golf course would end up in the shrubbery behind the 8th hole. 

You honestly wouldn't have cared if they did, either. Let them watch. Let them know how good Niall was for you.

He climbed on the seat as you patted his butt, gripping a handful of the plush flesh and he scrambled up.

He assumed position immediately, cheek pressed against the seat, hands gripping either side, back arched and knees planted far enough apart for you to see the plug nestled between his cheeks.

He shivered as you blew at his sweat clammy skin, tongue drawing a line over it. 

When you finally tapped at the base of the plug, twisting and pushing- pulling out enough for him to stretch before pushing it back in- he keened prettier than you'd ever heard him.

His eyes were on you over his shoulder, and you would've tattooed the pout he made when you finally left him empty onto your skin. His hole was clenching hungrily, as he bit his lip.

"Cmonnn, baby- please. Need your cock- need to be filled up i can't take any more teasing."

You slapped the soft skin where his ass met his thigh, and he arched his back even further, whining loud enough that you reached over to clamp a hand over his mouth. 

"I've got you, princess. But you're going to have to be nice and quiet for me, okay? Any sounds and we stop," you whispered single handedly lubing up the dildo as you shifted on the seat.

You bent over him, pulling his shirt up, bunching it under his arms. Your chest was pressed against his back now, fingers finding his nipples, already hard- as you twisted them. Pinched and squeezed and rolled as he gasped into your palm.

His breath was warm and clammy against your hand as you reached down to line yourself up. One last glance at the surroundings, one last kiss pressed to the top of his spine.

Your hand slid forward to wrap around the satin soft skin of his throat. You kept pressing in slowly, hips flush against his ass as you finally bottomed out. 

He wanted to protest when you didn't move, just held yourself there- the sweetest torture- but he knew better than to protest. He didn't doubt for a second that you would stop it all.

He felt your other hand reach forward to cup his raging hard dick, not squeezing, not stroking. Just holding. He could actually have passed out from how turned on he was.

Finally, after what felt like hours of the slowest strokes on his cock, you finally moved your hips. He felt the drag of the head against his walls as you slowly pulled back- the way you always did.

Gasped brokenly as you thrust in suddenly. He couldn't have said how long it lasted- it melded into one. Thrust after thrust. Speeding up enough to send him to the edge, hands circling the base of his cock tight enough to act as a makeshift cockring before stopping completely, leaving him on the edge, teetering.

Your other hand was everywhere too. Tangled in his hair, tweaking his chest. Dragging your nails down his pale skin hard enough to leave red skid marks he would cherish the next day. 

He was meeting every thrust now, ass slapping against your hips with a lewd squelch, echoing between the trees. 

He didn't even know when you pulled out- didn't know when you tossed him around and positioned him on his back again. Your hand was back around his throat, fingers pressing into his pulse point now. 

And your dick- oh god, moving relentlessly. He could see the sweat glistening on your forehead, and he was sure he had gnawed his lip red raw with the effort of not making a sound. 

You let go of his throat to lean down, kissing him roughly, tasting him, tongue sliding against his as you pulled back enough to murmur against his mouth. 

"C'mon, sweet thing," you whispered, hips never slowing down as your hand found his cock again, stroking in time with your thrusts.

"You've been so good for me, so fucking good. Love you so much, c'mon. Need you to let go for me, yeah?" 

You always wondered how you'd gotten lucky enough to be blessed with such a good sub. It was like he was waiting for those words, eyes rolling back- cross eyed- nails digging into your back, scrabbling over the fabric as he clenched down. 

He couldn't keep quiet anymore, and you didn't really want him to. It was sensory overload for the both of you. The fullness of your dick, the warmth of your skin. The smell of sweat and sex and *him*. The sting of his nails and teeth and the sounds he was making.

After what felt like hours of him pumping out come against your shirt, you finally sat back. Didn't pull out, not yet. He was a sucker for leaving it in. 

He glanced down at the spot on your stomach with a flushed tired little 'whoops'

You shook your head fondly, leaning back down to kiss him, peppering them all over his face as you finally pulled out. 

You reached for the plug, pushing it back in. You smirked as he raised a curious eyebrow, even as he sat there with his legs spread, letting you push it in. 

"What, you thought I was done? You're sleeping on it when we're back at the room, baby-".

That might have been the first time that Niall skipped the rest of the course. He had bigger things on his mind.

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A/N: right... well. hope you enjoyed lmao im oddly hesitant about posting this one but alrrrr its out there now