Code Black (N.S)

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Niall's POV

"What?" he asked, staring at me in confusion.

"I-I'm ready, Harry. I want to have sex with you," I said, smiling up at him softly, regardless of the building nerves inside me.

"Are you sure, angel? Remember what I said about pressuring yourself?" he asked, his hand moving to hold mine firmly.

"I'm sure. I-I want to do this with you," I replied without single second of hesitation. 

I didn't give him the chance to say anything else, as I had brought our lips back together. His hands slid down from my waist until he grabbed my behind, earning a surprised noise from me, not expecting the sudden action but nowhere near put off.

"Well, if you're sure," he managed to say against my lips, his mouth curling up into a smirk.

He trailed his lips down my jaw and onto a spot located on my neck. He bit down on it, causing me to let out a whimper and grab a fistful of his hair.

"Harry," I groaned, tugging sharply on his curls and hearing him let out hisses against the skin of my neck.

He pulled away and almost effortlessly lifted me up, causing me to wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck so I didn't fall as he carried me towards his bed. I landed on his bed with another gasp before he climbed on top of me and kissed me again. I groaned in anticipation, the sound causing him pull away and laugh.

"Be patient," he whispered, pulling away to tug off his shirt, carelessly dropping it onto the floor next to the bed.

As he was doing this, I sat up and pulled my own shirt off to expose my body to Harry once again. I looked up at him to see that his pupils had dilated and were almost black with lust.

"Harry, please," I groaned, beginning to feel rather uncomfortable.

He pushed me down until my back hit the bed, kneeling beside me. He began to leave hot, open mouthed kisses down my chest until he reached the top of my jeans. I felt him grab them and drag them down, taking my boxers with them to expose my now hardened dick.

"You're so beautiful, baby. God, I love you so much," he whispered, kissing my lips softly while reaching down to grab my dick in his hands.

"I love you too, Harry," I managed to let out, feeling oddly breathless considering I was doing nothing but laying down.

He eventually stood up from the bed and headed over to his drawer in order to pull out a condom and a bottle of lube. He walked back over to the bed and hovered over me. He pulled his jeans and boxers off, which made me remember just how big he actually was. Harry seemed to notice my nerves because he locked eyes with mine and grabbed one of my hands.

"Don't worry, baby. I'll take care of you. If it hurts at all, just tell me, okay?" he asked, causing me to nod my head.

He seemed satisfied with that, as he opened the bottle of lube and covered three of his fingers in it. He didn't warn me when he inserted the first finger, which made me let out a gasp of surprise.

It felt rather strange. I wasn't used to the feeling of it but it was neither good nor bad. Just different. I felt Harry place his other hand on my inner thigh, which acted as a kind of warning for the second one being inserted. It burned a little bit and seemed to get worse the further he pushed in. 

"Shit," I hissed as he was pushing it in, tightly closing my eyes and trying not to think of the sudden pain.

He paused. I opened my eyes to see him looking at me with a sympathetic expression on his face.