I Want It Bad - Narry

Chapter Thirty Three

Warning: There is, yet again, another 1,000+ words of smut that basically makes up the whole chapter. Also, there's a few sentences that involve a very small amount of breathplay, so please be aware when reading if you aren't into that. Despite that, enjoy!

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“Go on, open it.”

Harry stares at Niall with nothing less than suspicion for the umpteenth time, and the grin on the blond’s face isn’t easing his mind by any means. He peers down at the rectangular box in front of him, fingers idly playing with the red ribbon tied around it. He slowly starts to let it unravel, trying to ignore Niall’s intent gaze as he goes to rip the wrapping paper off. 

“Oh, my god.”

Harry’s eyes widen as he opens the box, hand coming up to cover his mouth. Niall throws his head back and bursts out into loud laughter, his own hand pressed against his stomach. 

“Niall, did you—” Harry cuts himself off, face flushing as he holds up the offending object, “Did you really buy me a . . . a vibrator?” 

“How else are we gonna make it a white Christmas in Cali?”

Harry glares and throws a pillow at Niall’s face, causing Niall’s laughter to be cut short as he flails and falls off the edge of the bed. His head pops up eventually after a chorus of pitiful groans, lips in an adorable pout. 

“You deserved that,” Harry says, trying to hold back a smile as Niall manages to climb onto the bed again. 

“I deserved to be assaulted because I want to pleasure my boyfriend? Oh, what has this world come to?” Niall asks dramatically as he clutches at his heart. Harry rolls his eyes. 

“How does this even work—?” 

Harry lets out a strangled choke when it turns on, quickly dropping the now-buzzing vibrator onto the bed. It vibrates against the duvet in strong pulses, the sound reverberating throughout the room and making Harry’s skin flush a deeper red. 

“You’re acting like you’ve never seen a vibrator before,” Niall snorts, but his smirk falls when he sees Harry look away shyly. 

“I-I mean, I’ve seen one before, but only in like, movies and stuff,” Harry mumbles, too embarrassed to look up, his face burning hot.

“So in porn, yeah?” asks Niall, a filthy smirk on his face again. Harry sighs exasperatedly, hiding away behind his hands. 

“Yes, Niall, I saw a guy use one in a porn video,” Harry mutters, voice muffled in his hands. “And he looked like he was quite enjoying himself, if you must know.” 

“I’d say you probably enjoyed it more than he did, by the looks of it,” Niall murmurs lowly, voice gone rough. Harry peeks through his fingers with a bemused look, but he quickly catches on with a loud gasp as Niall presses against where he’s already hard in his jeans.

“Think you like the idea of having a vibrator up y’arse more than you let on,” Niall says, making Harry whine with a jerk of his hips. “Desperate to get it in ya already, yeah?” 

“Yeah,” Harry admits, face still hot with embarrassment, “Please, just—”

“Yeah, alright,” Niall huffs, but there’s no real heat behind his words. Harry’s already working on his jeans, and its ridiculous really, as Niall thinks about what they’re about to do when they just went at it not even an hour ago.

“Christ, you’re really gagging for it,” he breathes out, fingers coming up to tug at his lip ring as Harry slides his leg up, bending it at the knee.