5sos & 1d Smut

Niall: The Whole Day

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"You're talking the 'Let's Fuck The Whole Day Through' thing", you realise. He's been telling you about this fantasy of his before.

"Maybe...", he laughs.He's always busy, he keeps you waiting, his cocky character is painful to endure and his sick kinks would worry you- if you weren't into exactly the same stuff. And if you didn't love him too much...Niall tries hard to be the best boyfriend he can be, and after you've had to spend the night without him again, he tries his very best to make up for your torture by creating a whole new way or torturing you. He's had this idea for a while, seeing how often he can make you cum until you're just a sore mess in his overprotective arms. So he tries it on you...

Having to spend some nights without him was part of living with Niall. You should be used to it by now, or at least get along with it since you've slept alone for years before you met him, but you found yourself tossing and turning in the sheets this night, reaching out for him, half asleep, half awake realising he wasn't there, and rolling over to his side to at least hold his pillow against your chest, inhaling his scent and drifting back into a dream in which he was with you.

"We'll have to stay up tonight.", he had said on the phone before. "I'm sorry babe, I promise I'll make it up to you. The new album is just... We need time. It's supposed to be good, right? Even better than the last one."

"I know it'll be better.", you had encouraged him, knowing he needed your support. "It's okay, you don't need to feel sorry. I'm good."

"I know you'll be good. I miss you though, baby. Sleep tight. I love you."

He hung up and you tried to distract yourself watching TV, but nothing on screen could really catch your attention. You walked through the flat you moved in with him a few months ago. It didn't really feel like home when he was not around. Everything seemed too big, too clean, too luxurious for a place you belong to. Yet this was your life now. Being an internationally famous singer's girlfriend had more advantages than just living in a house that others green with envy, but that one great disadvantage, having to deal with him having to put his work before you quite often, sadly outweighed the profusion.

It wasn't that you solely wished for Niall to be there and spend one of your lazy evenings in with you, no, you needed him in another way, too.

He called it "itchy" when he wanted to make fun of you, "greedy" when he got overwhelmed by your appetence, and when he implied it first, knowing you wouldn't say no, he'd look you in the eyes with that smug grin on his face and ask: "My kitty's thirsty, isn't she?"

With your eyes glued to a show you've never watched before, you could hear his voice in your head, see his smile, almost feel his hands as they wander down from your breasts to your warmth. You caught yourself moving along to these thoughts and stopped, because the game was still on.

Some months ago, Niall, who'd always insist of being bossy and a little cruel in terms of sex, decided it would be a "good idea" to forbid you any kind of masturbation when he was not around.

"This is just mean.", you had said. "And you're allowed to get off?"

"Daddy's rules don't apply to you, little one.", he had chuckled, cupping your face and pressing his lips on your forehead. "Let's just try it. I'll reward you everytime you last. And believe me, I'll find out if you lie to me."

You remembered his face when he said that as you pulled your hand back. You knew you could do it, it was just a silly game made up by a stupid little boy who thought he was the best lover a girl could ever ask for. But you enjoyed being controlled and ordered about by him like this. You always liked being submissive. So why not stick to the rules?