You wake up to a loud metallic click, and groggily shake your head to wake up. That’s when you realize that you can’t move your arms, or your legs. Panic sets in, and you raise your head up to look around. The first thing you notice is that you’re naked, completely naked. Next, you see Niall sitting at the end of the bed, criss-cross applesauce, smiling at you. Then you realize why he’s smiling.
You’re spread across the large bed, handcuffed to the headboards, forming a large X.
You look back at Niall, raising your eyebrows, “What’s going on?”
Niall continues to smile at you, “You’re a very heavy sleeper.”
When you continue to stare at him, he talks again. “Remember last night when I fell asleep.”
Oh. This is what this is about. Niall fell asleep last night right before he was going to lick you out. You gave him a blowjob, but he never got to you.
“Where’d you get the handcuffs?” you ask nonchalantly.
“I found them in a bag in your closet a couple days ago actually.” Niall responds. Shit. Your best friend gave you those for your birthday last year, and you had thrown them in there.
“I forgot about those, I got them last year from my friend (h/n) for my birthday.” While he’s talking he’s staring at your center, and you wiggle your hips a little bit. “Like what you see?” you ask teasingly, and Niall’s breathing gets a bit shallow.
“Yes, I like it very much in fact.” He crawls up towards you, and holds himself over your body, pressing his bare chest to yours.
“I’m sorry about last night.” He breathes into your ear. “But I’m going to make it up to you right now.”
You clench your center in anticipation, but when you feel Niall’s breath between your thighs, you loosen. He trails his lips around your upper thighs and hips. You moan softly, and he brings his lips to your lower lips, very lightly. His tongue slips out from his lips, and glides over your lips softly. Then he grazes his teeth over your clit, causing you to cry out. Niall being so delicate down there was frustrating you, all you wanted to do was wind your fingers through his thick hair and rub his face in the apex of your thighs, and you gently tugged on the handcuffs, wanting to be free.
Niall presses his tongue into your center, swirling it around a few times, making you woozy. The pleasure mounts when he slowly sucks on your clit, adding pressure in a circular pattern. He does this for a good thirty seconds, before you hit your climax and shudder, crying out his name.
You feel Niall smile against your center, and he plants a soft kiss before moving back up to lay next to you.
“Was that satisfactory Miss (y/n)?”