Let's Play Pretend [Niall Horan AU]

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We all know what the asterisk means now.

CW/
Sex.

A

A full week and a half passed. Niall only ever calls me if he wants to have sex obviously. He just moved on from that shit fight very quickly. I just couldn't give one less shit. The sex was good and I guess I could live with our conditions. We kind of made up. I mean, we apologised to each other and we were making out the next second.

Today was just like that. I was at a cafe, drinking my coffee when Niall called.

"Hey," He said.

"Hi," I answered. We were very cold to each other.

"Can you come over?" He asked.

"On my way," I said, throwing away the paper cup in a recycling bin. I knocked on Niall's door and he opened it up, just in his boxers.

"Aren't you all ready?" I chuckled, removing my shoes.

"Can't help it when I have such a beautiful girl over," he said cheekily, making my cheeks flush. He still is one hell of a flirt.

"Compliments can get you very very far," I said with an approving nod.

"Glad I know that, Miss," he bowed dramatically, making me laugh. He held my hand and led me upstairs.

No lies, it took me about a minute to give up my anger on him and just be swallowed with heavy lust. I climbed on his lap and just stared at him for a solid second.

"Don't keep me waiting," he said. I got off his lap and went into his closet, coming back with his belt. He looked at me confused. I looped the belt through the buckle and passing it through the buckle again but not pulling it out completely.

"What're you doing?" He asked.

"Keeping my promise," I said, quickly grabbing both his hands and slipping this belt contraption over them, tugging on the free end, tightening it. I smirked my evil smirk and Niall was in too much shock to react. Bad decision, baby. I quickly tied it to the headboard, denying him all access to me.

"Alexa let me out of this, right fucking now," he growled, trying to pull his hands out of it.

"Try your best to get out of it, honey," my Dom side came out way too easily. A sub and sub is a horrible combination. Two switches are great. But a switch, who was a Dom, and a Dom, are a terribly beautiful pairing. It's like fire and ice. Only one will win, the other has to just submit to the other. There's no way out. It's always a battle to be the Dom and sadly, this time, I won. And I was bloody ruthless. Martin knew all about it. But Niall? Oh he's in for a treat.

He wriggled his hand, trying to pull himself free. He grew more and more frustrated as he couldn't pull his hand out of the restraint. I knew how to tie it and I tie it tight, not enough to block blood flow but it's tight alright?

"Alexandria, let me out now!" He yelled in annoyance.

"Hush boy. Don't make me gag you too," I said, running my hand down his chest. In one movement, I removed his boxers. "You are okay with this right?" I asked. I would never do this if he doesn't want it because consent is top priority for me. He looked mad but hesitantly nodded.

"Great. You're in good hands," I said, gripping his length. He threw his head back on the headboard and tried to thrust into my closed fist.

"Ah ah. Down," I said holding his hips down. He looked at me angrily.

"I can leave you like this. You want that?" I asked letting him go and pointing to the door and he shook his head violently. "No? Then drop the fucking attitude."