How to be a good lad [ ziall ] { on hold }

t w e n t y

        Zayn

I let my hand glide down Niall's soft calf, my breath hitched... He's asleep.

I pulled it over my hip, an erection growing as his hips hit mine

A boner on him made me press his to mine, my hand on his lower back

My breath hitched... Holy shit.

I ground against him, panting softly

"Niall..." I bit my quilt as I moaned into the material

A soft whimper came from him and it only aroused me more, my hand skimmed up as I wrapped my fingers into his hair, grinding again

"Oh..."

Another whimper and his leg curled away.

As his lashes began to move I held my breath... Don't wake up.

When he didn't, I kicked the covers right down the bed, spreading his thin legs

I lay between them, careful not to put too much weight on him as I brought the duvet with me.

Pressing my erection back against his, I rolled, hissing into his ear

"Fuck..."

My noise woke him and I couldn't get off him in time before he opened up his eyes

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing"

"Major-"

"I said nothing"

I was really scared that he'd felt what I was doing so I made a dramatic move

"Go sleep on the floor"

He got out my bed and got under the grey one, snuggling up to it as he curled up

What the hell is wrong with me? I can't just keep doing this shit when he's asleep.

He will wake.

I'm lucky I hadn't even gone that far. Maybe I should give him sleeping pills?

Oh god. If he was unconscious with those not even a bomb could wake him.

Imagine what I could do.

I could fuck him. I could fuck him hard into the mattress or on the floor or in front of a camera... He'd never know

-

When I woke the next morning Niall was incredibly uncomfortable.

He didn't want to lay in my lap and he didn't want me touching him.

He flinched away from me the whole day and in all honesty it pissed me off.

He slept outside for refusing to do as he was told during class as well as out of class.

He told me he wasn't going to eat, that he wasn't going to sit with me and that he wasn't going to sleep on the floor, I could sleep on the floor.

So he slept outside in the cold.

I expected him to instantly start listening but he kept being difficult.

And the one time I held his hip he flew into a rage.

At first I got angry and because we were in my room it wouldn't make a scene

"I know what you did to me and I am fucking warning you" he hissed "never touch me like that again"

So he was awake.

"Niall, I-"

"I'm not here for you to touch" he spat "I'll report you if you ever do that again"

I hit him, really fucking hard too.

I didn't let him eat or sleep the day or night and he slept outside again... But in tears.

I could drug him so easily, maybe even get him drunk.

There was a big party coming up on the second to last night he was my pet.

But I knew that every extra day, I wanted to fuck him even more

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xxmolly //

written by; @ZIALLISLIFEE