"Do I make you uncomfortable, Niall?" His voice startled me and I flinch at it.
"N-no." I whisper. He crawls over towards my spot on the couch and I lean back, laying back slightly.
"Do I turn you on?" He whispers once he reaches me, using his arms to hold himself over me, one hand on each side of my head. I gulp hard and bite my lip. He hums, dipping his head down to nudge my head to the side with his nose. I let out a soft sigh as he traces my jaw with soft, feathery kisses. He moves down to my neck, nipping and kissing and sucking and everything just felt so good. I let out a whimper as I feel him lick a stripe up my neck. He moves back up to my jaw and up to my ear, nibbling on my earlobe.
"Mm, take off your shirt, baby." He whispers seductively in my ear and I can feel my boxer briefs tighten. I whimper out a small 'okay' and he moves slightly to help me rid us of the unwanted clothing. Once the shirt was discarded, he kisses my collarbone, nipping at the already reddened skin. I moan, complaining about his teasing.
"Eager are we?" He mumbles against my skin. I nod and spread my legs, showing him I want this. He smiles up at me, making his way between my legs. He unbuttons my pants, tossing them on the floor along with his own, before he pulls his shirt over his head and throws it across the room. He presses his hand to the bulge in my briefs and I whimper, raising my hips to meet his hands.
"Harry, I, I-"
"Shh baby, let me take care of you." He whispers, curling his fingers under the elastic band and pulling my briefs down my legs and to the floor, with the rest of our carelessly discarded clothes. He takes me in his hands, making me grab his arms and dig my nails into his biceps. I let out a squeak and buck my hips up, and he shakes his head and lets go of me, smacking my hips. He leans over to my ear and I shiver.
"I said," He starts, reaching below him to remove his briefs, leaving us both completely naked.
"That I would take care of you." He finishes, sitting back on his legs, his whole body on display. He was so beautiful.
"Do you have lube?" He questions his voice hoarse and dripping with lust. I shake my head.
"No, why would I have that?" I say back. He sighs.
"Guess we'll just have to use our spit and hope it works..." I mumbles, raising his hand to my mouth. I look down at it before back at him.
"Open." He tells me and I nod, opening my mouth. He sticks his fingers in my mouth and I suck on them, spitting and slobbering over them as much as possible before he takes them out.
"Good boy." He praises. I smile.
"Gonna prep you, okay baby?" He asks and I nod and he sticks his hand between my legs, attempting to locate my hole. Once he finds it, he presses his fingers in, and hiss.
"Does that hurt, baby?"
"Mhm." I whimper, trying to adjust. He nods, pushing his finger in deeper, before taking it out and pushing it again with another finger, scissoring me open. I whimper and complain about how much it hurts before he brushes something deep inside me, making my skin quiver.
"Mm baby, does that feel good?" He whispers in my ear. I not, rocking back on his fingers. He adds another one and I cry out.
"Fuck, I'm sorry baby." He says over and over, leaving sloppy kisses all over my face and one big one on my lips. I tell him I'm ready and he asks if I'm sure, which I instantly reply 'yes' to. He nods, taking a few minutes to spit in his hand and cover his dick with it.
"I'm gonna start, baby boy." He warns me, pressing the head of his thick length to my hole. I whine and nod. He presses in slowly, making me throw my head back. He sighs softly and rests his head in the crook of my neck, kissing it.
"Baby, you're so tight." He growls, unwrapping my arms that were around his neck and placing them over my head.
"Harry, it hurts." I whine, shifting uncomfortably. He hums, kissing my jaw.
"Mm, I know baby." He replies. I sigh, waiting for him to move.
"Just do it." I whisper. He nods and slowly pulls all the way out before pushing back in, making me whine. He repeats this action for a good 5 minutes, trying to get my body to loosen up to him.
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My Sisters Boyfriend (Narry)
Teen Fiction"Do I make you uncomfortable, Niall?" His voice startled me and I flinch at it. "N-no." I whisper. He crawls over towards my spot on the couch and I lean back, laying back slightly. "Do I turn you on?" He whispers once he reaches me.