Niam One-Shots 2 ||

[195] Need To Know [!]

Prompt: So this will feature Doja Cat song 'cause her music just hits that hard for me. It's basically about her wanting to have a good time with a guy and she can't get enough of him. Enjoy x

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‘Wanna know what's it like, baby show me what it's like, I don't really got no type, I just wanna fück all night’

Bass filled the strobe-lit room in a way that intoxicated anybody who entered. Niall found this out quickly when entering alone, going to sit at the bar while many pairs of thirsty eyes trailed his walk with zero hesitation. He ordered a few shots to get right into the thick of this chaotic night, learning too soon how horrible that could be, but he didn't care. He wanted to have fun after a hard week of work.

A wave of heat sat beside him after Niall grabbed his third shot, the stranger clinking their drinks together. Niall looked over and noticed a slightly taller man, who seemed to have his hair dyed. Niall had his hair dyed during his teenage years, so he'd know.

“You look stressed, mate. Haven't seen you around 'ere.”

Niall smirked a little. “I don't usually come here during Friday nights. It has a different feel that I'm not used to. Niall, by the way.” He reached his hand out and earned a handshake.

“Liam. It's nice to meet you.” His eyes darted up and down Niall's body; well, what he could see in the dim light. He wasn't disappointed and could already feel his jeans tighten in the front.

“Likewise. You've got a nice smell on you. 's that Hugo?”

Liam grinned from ear to ear. “Yeah, it's the best. Seems like most of the twinks who come here just get excited over a brief smell of it, and my figure, of course.”

Niall chuckled, admiring the cockiness since it was warranted. “Who could blame 'em? You look great. Your body, your hair, your face. Who wouldn't want to have a taste of you?”

Liam licked his lips, biting it briefly afterward as he inched closer to his newfound attraction. “Could say the same to you.” He places his left hand on Niall's inner, right thigh. “My eyes couldn't stop eyeing up that ass of yours as you were walking in,” Liam growled huskily in Niall's ear, nibbling on it as he began rubbing the aforementioned thigh that he was able to grip onto.

Niall could feel himself growing hard by the second, groaning at Liam's touch and obvious teasing that worked all too well. “Maybe you could have a taste if you're good to me, Daddy.” He licked his lips and turned to face Liam whose eyes were slightly widened.

It took him a second to catch his sudden loss of breath, but Liam's determination to fück Niall increased exponentially with each exhale that either blew out. “Oh, I'll treat you well, baby. Long as you can handle what I'm packing, then we'll be just fine.”

Niall's left brow rose in suspicion. “Oh? What's your size? Don't lie to the man you're fücking tonight.” Niall placed his glass down and moved his left hand to Liam's crotch discreetly, feeling the outline of the erection that would soon be inside of him.

"Ten inches. All of which is going inside of that beautiful ass of yours. What do you say?” Liam had a conniving smirk spread across his face at this point, and it only made Niall beg for more.

“I say... You're driving me back here in the morning, so we can drive both of our cars back to your place for a round two.” He smiled, paid for his drinks, and was pulled out of the bar in one fell swoop.

Liam pressed Niall against his front door after locking it, lips cascading along his neck in a way that made Niall moan out in soft patterns. He ran his fingers down Niall's sides until he was able to tug the shirt off, reattaching his lips to the soft neck that he'd mark up while carrying his dessert for the night to his bedroom.