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Take Me Higher

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WC- 2.5k

Warnings- use of marijuana, high users, switch!H, choking, cum play, etc

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The smoke had cleared out of the room but it was a bit cold still from the chill of the night. It wasn’t quite warm enough to be spring in her humble opinion, but she’d take what she could get. Plus, Harry had brought her some food stuff for them and she was feeling the effects kicking in as she felt a weight settle on her body. Her eyes were hooded and she was a little giggly as his scent engulfed her, vanilla and tobacco more prominent than the smell she tried to keep from her place.

“Mm… you’re warm.” A cool nose brushed her throat, making her shiver as the man crawled up her body and rested himself on top of her. Harry always got like this when they smoked, but it seemed even more prominent today.

“And you’re a needy little thing.” Fingers carded through his hair, knocking the beanie off his head as he buried his face in her neck. There was no real response except a whine, breath warm on her skin as he tried to warm himself up. The window had to be opened so they’d not get any real complaints from their flat, but luckily they were sure her neighbor wasn’t home today.

Comfortable silence made her melt further into the sofa, the playlist on low as her eyes fluttered shut and she busied herself with playing with his hair. He’d been a good smoking buddy for a while, but she knew why he really came over. It was only a matter of time.

A large hand slipped under her body, wiggling itself under her top to feel the hot expanse of her back. He couldn’t get close enough, needy little thing, and Y/N was fully enjoying being clung to. Physical touch always made the high even better, but that’s just her opinion. Or maybe it was physical touch was better when high? She didn’t know. Her brain didn’t want to analyze that right this second.

“Did you sleep last night? Tired?” Her voice was soft as she didn’t want to disturb the vibe, twirling a curl around her fingertips.

“No.” He shook his head, seeming like he was trying to get into her skin. “Jus’ want to get close to you. You’re warm and you smell fuckin’ incredible.” His voice was a little bit more hoarse, but that was to be expected. “You’re my favorite person... To smoke with.” He added on to the thought hurriedly but she wasn’t going to call him out on it. Fingers trailed down her spine, making her shudder a little.

“Hm, is that because I let you eat my pussy?” She smirked, feeling him pull his head form her neck with a glare. Sex with him was fantastic. Maybe it was because they were usually blazed when they did it and they both felt the sensitivity that went with it along with a more intense orgasm. He was the only one who could match her drive when she was like this, so he’d easily become a favorite person of her. Though she had a feeling that he’d do it just as well without the smoking bit, that would be something to unpack at a later date.

“Hey… don’t make me sound like a lecher.” He pouted, sending her heart to beat a bit harder. One thing she’d give the man was that he was adorable. “Not the only reason. I love doin’ that but… you have the best snacks n’you let me talk about anything. Your cunt is just a bonus… though I really do love it.” Harry wasn’t usually super shy, but sometimes he got a bit bashful when it came to Y/N. There was a slight hesitation as he let their noses brush, ghosting his lips over hers. “Can I?”

“So sweet for asking.” Y/N cooed, smiling n at his request. He wanted to kiss her. She could taste how bad he wanted it when the high had hit him, but now he wasn’t able to hold back much. “Go ahead, pretty boy. Since you seem to like it so much.”

Harry was a little messy with it, smearing their lips together and grazing his teeth over her bottom lip. There wasn’t much to hide his desperation as he adjusted himself on top of her, pulling one of her legs to wrap around his hip. “I do.” He breathed before licking into her mouth. Her lips were so sweet and soft, tasting like the cola she’d drank and mint chapstick. His favorite thing. Pulling apart with a soft clicking sound, he let out a groan as he looked down at her. Her bun was all messed up with some flyaways, lips wet and eyes hazy. His favorite sight. Seeing he undone when usually she was so put together, knowing he’d been the one to get to see her like this… it did things to his “I really fucking do.”

Y/N whimpered as he devoured her. His tongue hot in her mouth and his hand gripping her thigh to keep her close, she couldn’t help but grow hot when she felt him against her. It wasn’t the first, nor would it be the last, but it still surprised her every time. How had she ever fit that inside of her? Tightening her legs around his hips, she heard the hitch in his breathing before he pulled away from her lips to groan. It gave her a chance to pull her shirt off her body, exposing her tits to him.

Harry nearly whimpered at the sight of them, pressing a bruising kiss to her lips before making his way down. “Fuck, the things you do t’me.” He whispered, moving closer to her breasts. “Can I kiss on them a bit, pretty? It’ll feel good.” He pleaded, sighing against the skin as she nodded at the request.

Sponging kisses all over the swells, he gently rocked his hips into hers to relieve a bit of the ache. His cock was thick and throbbing, desperate for some relief. The hear of her cunt could he felt through her panties, making Harry thank whatever higher power that she’d chosen the big shirt no pants combination today. “Gorgeous. You’re so pretty, all over.” He praised, puckering his lips over a nipple for a kiss. She shivered under him, her grip in his hair getting fuller as he brought it into his mouth.

Y/N sighed in pleasure as his hot mouth suckled on her. She’d loved when he did this last time, licking over her tits while he was inside of her. He was still clothed this time but somehow that was just as hot to her. Panties were ruined regardless, but she arched her back slightly as he took more of her breast into his mouth and rolled his tongue around the nipple. “Oh, shit.” The girl whimpered, rocking her hips in return. The stimulation made her head cloudy, or maybe it was the blunt, but she didn’t really care. It all felt so fucking good, it didn’t matter. “Harry… you’re so nice t’me.” She sighed, watching him pull off with a soft ‘pop’.

“I know, sweetheart. It’s what you deserve, yeah? So nice to me too…” he sighed into her chest, placing wet kisses to the skin that glistened in the light, leaving cool spots once he left. “Let me come over and smoke, let me eat your snacks, kiss your pretty mouth… let me taste you, sometimes let me feel that perfect little pussy wrapped around me… have t’be nice to my girl.”

She didn’t have a chance to answer before he repeated the process with her other nipple, making her pant. The grinding was getting harder, her breathing matching it as he rubbed over her clit in the motions. Back and forth, sweet relief as she spread herself out further and clutched his head to her breast as he worshiped them. “Fuck me, keep going like that and M’gonna cum.” She warned him, though she had no real want of him stopping.

“So cum.” He mumbled into her skin. “Won’t be the last time you do it tonight.” And oh- oh. He sounded so self assured and cocky and it did something to her, a zap of electricity to her tummy as she moaned into the air, clinging to him.

His back was firm under her hands, not stopping herself from sliding them unde this tee shirt. His skin was burning under her palms as she dragged her nails lightly down his shoulder blades. “Harder.” He instructed, rutting into her with more force. “Scratch me. S’okay.” He couldn’t help connecting their mouths again, fingers digging into the flesh of her thigh as it clung to him.

She did as asked, surprising her when he let out a deeper groan than she’d heard before. His hips quickened, sure his gray sweats were ruined but uncaring about anything else. “Gonna make me cum in my joggers.” He panted against her lips, unable to keep himself from touching her. His mouth was a magnet to her body, his cock throbbing and balls feeling exceptionally full as he dry fucked her.

“Mm… here.” She momentarily reached between them and tugged them down far enough that he was out of them. “Cum on my panties.” Her voice rang into his ears. “Already ruined them. Can’t you feel how wet you made me?” And fuck, could he.

Without the sweats in the way he could feel her soaked through panties wetting his prick, the heat of her through the barely there fabric making him insane. Though the real thing that got him was her request. “You really want that?” He questioned, buttoning their lips together for a moment because he simply couldn’t help it. “You want t’be sticky with my load all over your panties and your skin? I’ve got so much for you…” he wasn’t joking either. It had been a bit since they’d hung out and his hand didn’t do him as much justice as she could. His dick desperately missed her.

“You know I don’t mind a mess, Harry.” She purred, moving a hand to wrap around his throat. “And you’ll be a good boy and lick it off my skin, won’t you? Then you’ll lick my pretty pussy until you’re ready to fuck me. Because you’re always such a good boy for me…”

Oh, fuck. Harry whimpered at the feeling of her hand around his throat, the drop of his guilty pleasure nickname, immediately feeling the shift. He was determined to please her before, but this tone of voice and her slight overtaking made him a bit pathetic. “Yes- yeah, M’gonna do it.” He promised, adjusting them slightly so he tip could brush right over her clit. “Anything you want. Want t’make you feel so good. M’good for you.” He nodded, messily kissing her again as he quickened the pace of his thrusts.

Y/N hummed in pleasure as he got them to the right position. His hard cock rutting against her like the fabric wasn’t even there, thick and hot. She loved feeling him, knowing she’d done that to him. Her stomach tightened as she felt the perfect thrust from him, gasping into his mouth. “Oh- yes, like that. Keep it light that, baby.” She pleaded, mouth falling open as he repeated it. “Mhm… there. Gonna cum.” She had been worked up for a little bit now but feeling his need to please her helped her get there.

“Please, please do it. Want you to cum, want you to feel so good… you’re so perfect, please cum for me. Give it to me, fuckin’ goddess….” He spoke to her like he needed her orgasm to breathe. Whimpery and needy and unlike how he usually sounded, but with his perfect angle and the friction against her clit combined with that, she was pushed over the edge.

“Yes- yes, fuck me.” Head falling further back into the cushions, she dug her nails into his back with one hand while the other tightened on his throat. Sparks igniting her nerves and her legs held on to him like a lifeline as she came. Harry never knew a prettier sight in his life than how she looked when he made her orgasm.

“Give me it too, H. Make me a sticky mess so you can clean me.” She gasped out. “You’ve been so good, I know you can give me what I want. Please?” Her voice shook slightly. “Give me what I want.” Giving just the slightest bit more pressure to the fingers on the sides of his throat, she knew exactly how much to press to make him lightheaded. Choking was a weakness of his, something that made him cum embarrassingly fast a lot of the time, but this time he was grateful as he let out a sob. His prick was slick with her and aching to release but he tried to hold back for her sake. With the mix of the high being at its height, the sensitivity overwhelming him and how she knew exactly how to touch him- The moment she called him a good boy and gave him the head rush he needed, he was a fucking goner.

“Gonna cum, gonna cum, M’gonna cum-“ he babbled her name as he found his release. Jerking against her, hot ribbons of the pearly cum shot against the covered cunt and over her tummy. His balls pulsed as he unloaded on her, smearing it over himself and her as his hips sloppily worked him through the orgasm. Face slack in rapture, he let out a hoarse groan as the last of it spilled from his tip, hips jerking a few times before he felt her hand fall and his mouth descended on hers again.

“You’re gonna be the end of me, hm?” He slurred, biting her lip with a hum before he lowered his body onto hers. His prick was sensitive but he made no move to pull back, pecking her over and over again as she caressed his cheek with her choking hand. Y/N was by far the best at it regardless, intuition leading her to know exactly what he liked. “Feel like m’fucking floating. Dunno if it’s the high or your cunt.” He snickered, feeling her return the laugh.

“Probably a mix of both.” She smiled, giving him a few kisses of her own. “But we’ve got plenty to keep it going for a while. Are you up for it, pretty boy?” The girl had no plans but to be blazed and fucked for the rest of the night, and she hoped he was on the same page.

“M’up for anything, you fuckin’ goddess.” He mumbled as he sat up on his knees to look at the mess they’d made. It was one of the hottest things he’d ever seen, her cunt and little thatch of hair visible through the now transparent fabric and splattered with cum on the ruined panties and her tummy. It made his mouth water just looking at it. “Jesus… look at this.” He mumbled, spreading her further open with his hand. “Seems like I’ve got a lot of work to do, don’t I?”

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Curvy Secret- Impatient and Insecure

Hey guys. This is a really short little update. It's very angsty.

WARNINGS: talks of sex, angst, insecurity, cursing, a bit of crying sweet Harry.

wc: 1061

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Four kids was exhausting. There were days that you were falling asleep at 5pm. Luckily, you were working from home, still on your blog and getting good revenue on it too. Harry had also encouraged you to start writing the book you had been talking about. It was easy work and you could do it when the kids were napping. Just getting it published was what had you stressing.  

You made good on your promise and Harry drank your breast milk every night. EVERY NIGHT. And it was helpful because there were some nights where you did not feel like pumping. It calmed both you and him down. 

One night, your eyes were practically closing as your head rested on your pillow. Harry was drinking the milk and you silently watched TV. 

About 10 weeks had gone by, and Harry was being very patient. He was always kissing up on you and rubbing your hips and holding you close to him. 

But, tonight, when Harry was done drinking from your breasts, he started to move down further. You hadn’t lost the baby weight yet, so you were a bit self-conscious, but not too bad. Harry loved your tummy and he always told you so. You were worried about… down further. 

Harry was kissing on you and putting his fingers in the hem of your pajama bottoms. 

“Think,” he licked his lips, “it’s past the time, right?” 

You just hummed. He was pulling your pants down and opening your legs when you were fighting to keep them closed. Harry chuckled, thinking you were playing. “Come on now, love. Open up.” 

Harry took his cock out, stroking it. And when he got your legs open again, he heard you blubber. And then your husband looked up at you and saw tears pouring down your face. “Oh my God,” he said, immediately cupping your face. “I’m sorry. We don’t have to do anything. I didn't mean to force yeh.” 

You shook your head and pouted. “It’s not you.” 

“Well, it’s certainly not yeh. What’s wrong?” 

You tried to compose yourself, but wound up breathing in a heavy cry. Harry put himself away and pulled up your pants. “Mkay. Well, we’re gonna lay here and cuddle. And if yeh don’t want to talk about it, that’s fine. If yeh do, ‘m here, ok?” 

You clutched onto Harry’s chest and sobbed. Harry just cooed in your ear, rubbing your back. He felt so helpless. He had no idea what was wrong. Was it postpartum? Something else? 

After about 15 minutes, you pulled away. “I’m sorry,” you said, wiping your eyes. 

Harry tsk’d. “Now, what are yeh sorry for? Got nothing to apologize about.” 

“You wanted to… do it and I just ruined the moment.” 

Harry shook his head, wiping your eyes with his thumb. “No. I care more that yer ok, alright?” 

You sighed. “I’m not the same woman I am when you married me.” 

“Hmm?” He asked, making sure he heard you right. 

“I said, ‘I’m not the same woman I am when when you married me’.” 

“That’s what I thought yeh said. And ‘m glad. If yeh don’t change, then that’s not healthy,” Harry assured you. “‘M not the same either.” 

You shook your head and pulled yourself up more, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I mean physically.” 

Harry cocked his head. “Honey,” he chuckled, pulling you close to him. “I mean yeh carried four babies. Obviously, yer body changed, but I don’t care ‘bout that.” 

You turned and laid on your back. “I-. I’m just not-.” You sighed. 

“Baby,” Harry kissed your temple. “Whatever yer feeling bad about, it doesn’t matter to me. Yer perfect.” He kissed your forehead. 

You closed your eyes and let out a deep breath. “I’m not… tight… down there… anymore.” 

“Oh.” 

“I know. I’m sorry,” you hid your face behind your hands. “The other day I sneezed and I almost peed.” 

Harry laughed, but he stopped when he saw your expression. 

“Lovey,” he said, pulling you on top of him. “Yeh think I care about that?” 

You shrugged, not making eye contact with him. “I just… want to make you feel good,” you played with the sleeve of Harry’s shirt. “And now you might just… slip out. And I just wanted to let you know before… we did it again.” 

“Yeh do make me feel good,” Harry nudged you. 

“Before…” 

“No. Always.” 

You pouted. “I’m- I’m just sorry if it doesn't feel good anymore.” 

“Baby,” he pulled you close. You put your face in his neck and started to cry again. He rubbed your back. “Yeh think I sleep with yeh because yer pussy’s tight?” 

You nodded. 

“I have sex with yeh because I love yeh and I want yeh to feel good. And yer body drives me insane. And I want to be close to yeh. Yeh always make me feel good, baby.” 

You kissed his neck and Harry rubbed your back. “Don’t ever think I care about something on your body changing.” 

You nodded and Harry smiled. “Good. Do yeh feel any better?” 

“A bit.” 

“Good.” 

“Did you still want to have sex?” 

“Did yeh?” 

“Um… not really,” you looked away from Harry. “Not right now.”

“Alright. I’ll turn on Friends. How about that?” You nodded.

“I’m sorry.” 

“Stop,” he said, reaching for the remote. “Stop fucking saying that.”

“Sorry.” 

“(Y/N).” 

You giggled. “That wasn’t on purpose.” 

“I know. Sorry for cussing at yeh.” 

“It’s ok.” 

“No. It’s not.” 

“Mmm.” 

“I love yeh, baby. Yeh know that? Always will,” Harry said, putting a strand of hair behind your ear. 

“I love you too.” 

“Good. I hope yeh love me when ‘m old and ugly.” 

“You’ll never be ugly,” you kissed him. 

“But, ‘m old?” He smirked. 

“Uhhhhh.” 

He pinched your side. “I was so nice to yeh.” 

You giggled. “Shhh. I’m watching Friends.” 

“Being a little brat,” he said through gritted teeth with a smile on his face. 

You giggled again. “Do you still love me though?” 

“Always, my love.”

“We can have sex tomorrow,” you told him. 

“It’s ok, honey. Whenever you’re ready.” 

“Tomorrow I will be. I promise.” 

“It’s ok. Really. Don’t feel forced.” 

“I don’t,” you smiled. “You made me feel better. You always do.”

“Well, I’m glad.” 

“Me too.” 

And then you heard Stevie crying so the moment was over. 

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I need a breeding kink blurb PLS 🙏🙏🙏

⛔️ WARNING ‼️ SMUTTY SMUT BREEDING KINK SIZE KINK ALL THE KINK (enjoy 🤭) + plus a link to an audio porn on tumblr to really get into that wet pussy sound 🙈 I'm so sorry in advance but I am in fact ovulating according to my calculator and this was... Anyway there's no plot, this is basically only smut. PLEASE DON'T READ IF YOU'RE NOT INTO THIS KIND OF THING THANK YOU

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"Oh baby... look a'you... getting stuffed so deep. Loves getting her little pussy filled up and bred yeah? Need Daddy's come honey? Need me to put more babies in this belly? Fuck you til your tummy's swollen, your tits are full of milk, and pussy ruined?"

"Mmm..." you tried moaning but you were out of breath and your gargled noises were stifled by the way he was plowing into you, long and heavy strokes that dipped into your guts and punched the air from your lungs. All you could do was lie there with your legs spread apart as he fucked the life from you. His fat cock was making your walls ache he'd been going at if for so long.

"Can't speak, little mama? Don't want the kids to hear do we? That's right... just let daddy fuck you til your come hole is full of my sperm and let it sink in deep so I can knock you up over and over again. Likes her pussy stuffed with cock and come and her womb full of babies..."

Harry loved it when you were pregnant. You already had two kids and he was raring to go for a third. But so were you. You loved watching him be a dad. And you'd love to see him holding another tiny baby again - your tall, tattooed, and strong husband holding that delicate bundle against his chest with tears in his eyes, humming a tune and swaying slowly back and forth. Just for that, you'd give him as many babies as he wanted.

"Already had you stuffed with all my cream this morning, now here you are all sweaty and gagging for more. Fucking need it don't you? Gonna take my come honey? Little mama wants it, yeah?"

You could barely nod but you managed to knock your head back and forth. You were exhausted after he'd already given you two orgasms but now you could feel him coming to his end, his arms were shaking and his thrusts were getting sloppy with that big cock twitching as he stretched your walls. His impressive size was addicting.

"You ready? Think you can take another load?"

"Mmmm..." a pathetic wet mumble fell from your lips as Harry choked out a groan, trying to keep quiet so as not to wake the kids and you felt him throb and throb as he dropped his mouth open wide and pasted his hips against yours, unloading hours and hours worth of vital come into your womb, his balls emptying every drop inside of you.

You were very much done for by the time he pulled out but Harry wasn't. He angled your hips up with a heaving chest and stuffed himself back inside, holding his shaft to keep steady as he fucked his come into you, "There we go. Let's get that all in there," he watched as he dipped inward, keeping you full of his sperm, wet squelches (NSFW LINK - opens up a tumblr audio porn, no visuals 😈) coming from your pussy with the way he was plunging back into you to make sure his come didn't leak out, "Get that pussy fed and happy," he hissed as he pumped in gently, his cock sensitive to the touch after his orgasm.

He enjoyed the view of it... your shiny puffy pussy wrapped around his thick shaft as he pushed his come back inside you until he couldn't stay hard any longer. You were sure that was baby number three.

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Curvy Secret- And Then There Were Six

Hiiii. I hope you enjoy this little CS extra :)

WARNINGS: giving birth, curse words, naked people, I believe that's it.

wc: 2562

You and Harry laid on your bed, as he rubbed your stomach. “I can’t believe this is the last time I’ll ever see you like this,” he said. 

You pouted. “I’m sorry, baby.”

“S’ok. Got to experience three times.”

You ran your hand through his hair and hummed. “I’ll let you enjoy my milk as much as you want too, since this is the last time.”

“Mmm. Every day?” he asked.

You chuckled. “Sure, baby.” 

“Yay,” he said, as he laid his head on your bump. “Hey, little one. We can’t wait to meet yeh.” 

You hummed and put your head back, closing your eyes. You were exhausted. 

After Harry sat there for a bit, he told you he had to go to the bathroom and was going to brush his teeth and all before going to bed. You stayed put and watched Harry as he walked into the bathroom. 

Just as he did, you started to have a contraction. “Oooo,” you blew out a breath. “Fuck. Not now.” Another one came and you hunched forward. “Harry,” you said, but not loud enough for him to hear.

He walked out of the bathroom all happy about to tell your a story that he forgot from work today when he saw you hunched over. “Baby?” he ran over and rubbed your back. “Yeh ok?”

“Fuck these contractions,” you said, as another one ripped through you. 

Harry tried not to laugh at your cursing, not your pain. “Sorry baby. Do you think its time? You’ve still got about 4 days.” 

“I don’t know,” you blew out a breath and squeezed Harry’s hand. “I don’t fucking know, Harry.” 

“Ok. Sorry.” 

“No. I’m sorry. I just- it really fucking hurts.” 

“I know, baby. Sorry,” he said, letting you squeeze his hand. 

“Maybe we should call my mom, just in case, so she can take the kids,” you said quickly trying to get it out before your next contraction. “Hand me my phone.” You gestured blindly next to Harry.

Harry picked up his phone and dialed your mom, while still holding your hand. He waited untl she picked up. (Y/M/N), hi! It’s Harry.” More silence. “Um, (Y/N)’s having contractions so we think it might be time and- oh no.”

Your water had broken just as you had another one. “Um, yeah. It’s definitely time. So, if you could swing by and pick up the munchkins so we could head to the hospital that’d be great. They’re in bed if yeh just want to stay here and watch them.” He waited for her response. “Thanks. We’ll see yeh then.” 

Harry hung up the phone and smiled at you. “Alrighty, honey. Are you able to get up?” 

“No!” 

“Ok. Well, yeh can’t have the baby here. I don’t know what to do,” he said nervously, biting his lip.

“Get me new pants please,” you said, wincing as another contraction went through you. “The purple sweatpants.” 

Harry got up from the bed and ran to your drawers, looking for the pants you want. “Alright. Got ‘em and got yeh some new knickers too.” Ever since you guys moved to London, Harry’s gone back to using British vocabulary. You admit, you enjoy it. 

“Here yeh go, baby,” he said, coming over to you. “Alright, can yeh lift up for me?” 

“No, Harry. I can’t.” 

“Alright. It’s ok,” he whispered. “I got yeh baby.” He helped you lift your hips up and even got a towel to wipe you up. He helped you change you pants and then got your labor bag and helped you get off the bed and to the door. And perfect timing too because your mom just pulled up outside. 

She ran out of the car out of breath. “I sped through every red light. Go, honey,” she kissed you on the cheek. “Good luck. I love you.” 

“Love you too mom,” you said, squeezing her hand. “Thank you.” 

She rushed inside and Harry helped you get into the car. He laid down a sheet before you got in and then zoomed off to the hospital.

Your contractions were horrible by the time you reached the hospital. A nurse had to help Harry get you out of the car and into a wheelchair.

They rushed you into a room, and you clung to Harry’s hand the whole time. You had to let go when you got into your hospital gown and they laid you on the bed. He did the same, putting the gown over his clothes. But then, he was right there with you again. 

“Last time, my love,” Harry said, as he kissed your sweaty forehead. “Yeh’ve got this.” 

“Get this kid out of me,” you begged. 

“Soon, honey, soon. Yer my superwoman,” he kissed you again. 

You sat in labor for six more hours while doctors and nurses poked and prodded at you, hooked you up to IV, and gave you an epidural. Once you had the epidural in, you were much calmer and nicer. 

You let go of the death grip on Harry’s hand. “I’m sorry for crushing your hand.” 

He chuckled. “S’ok. I’ve still got this one,” he held up his left hand. 

You chuckled. 

The doctor came in at this point and checked you one last time. “Alright. 10 centimeters. We’re good to go.” 

You let out a breath and Harry gave you a kiss on the hand. 

“Push for me whenever you're ready,” the doctor said, as she got into position between your legs. 

You looked at Harry, who nodded and smiled at you. And you pushed, looking back at the doctor. 

You squeezed Harry’s hand again and he moved down a little to see your last child come into this world. 

“Good, (Y/N),” the doctor said. “Keep pushing.” 

You pushed some more. You felt like your head might explode as you closed your eyes and concentrated. You pushed until you were numb. And the baby was still only halfway out. You would think this goes easier as time goes on, but the babies got Harry’s big ass head as you went on too.

You were crying by the time the baby’s knee caps were out. You shook your head. “I don’t want to do this anymore.” 

“Just a bit more, my love. And then, yeh can hold him,” Harry encouraged. 

You cried as you pushed some more. More pushes and your baby was finally out. He cried, which was a good thing, and you collapsed back onto the bed. Harry was crying now, seeing the baby. They took the baby to go get cleaned up and did some tests on him. Harry waved bye to the baby, but you were too weak to open your eyes. 

You felt Harry’s lips on your lips and you hummed before passing out.

When you woke up, Harry was sitting in the chair next to you, with your baby in his arms. “Shhh. Oh, it’s alright. Papa’s got yeh.” 

You sat up, and Harry’s head shot up. He smiled at you. “Hey, Mummy. How yeh feeling?” 

“Mmm,” you hummed. 

He smiled and looked back down at the baby. “Yeh exhausted Mummy, buddy.” 

“How is he?” you said, in barely a whisper. 

Harry rubbed his shoulder with his thumb. “He’s good. A lil fussy, but he’s good otherwise. Yer a good boy, right?” he asked the baby. “Yeah.”

You smiled. Harry got up. “Did yeh want to hold him?” 

You nodded, sitting up more. Harry handed you your son and you smiled. “Heyyy, little guy. Oh, you’re so cute.” You chuckled and tears formed in your eyes. Harry wiped them away for you as you looked down at your baby. 

“M so so proud of yeh, baby,” Harry said, rubbing your back. “That was a tough one, but I knew yeh could do it.”

“Thank you, H. I love you.” 

“I love yeh too, so so much. And I love all our little gremlins.” 

You laughed and rubbed on your baby’s feet. “Speaking of, what are we naming this gremlin?”

Harry smiled. “Well, we said Stevie or Charlie, right?” 

“Yeah. I feel like if we call him Charles, I’m just going to think of the king the whole time.” 

Harry chuckled. “True.” 

“And you promise me, you don’t want Stevie because of Stevie Nicks?”

“Right. Yeah. Promise,” Harry smirked.

“Harry.” 

“I promise yeh. I just like the name,” he said, not making eye contact with you. 

“Mmm. Well, he kind of looks like a Stevie, so we can go with that.” 

Harry pumped his fist out of your eyesight. He then sat on the bed next to you and you looked at your last baby, your first born in England, and you smiled. 

Your husband sighed. “This one needs to not grow so fast. M’kay, little one?” 

“Tell me about it,” you chuckled.

Once you were cleared to go home a few hours later, you packed up your stuff, strapped Stevie into the carseat, and headed on home. Harry had a smile on his face the whole time. You sat in the back with the baby and he kept stealing glances at the two of you through his rearview mirror. 

When you got home, you parents were there watching the kids. Harry helped you out of the car and then grabbed the car seat. You made your way up to your front door and Harry opened it for you as you walked in.

“‘Ello? We’re home,” Harry said, closing the door and putting the carrier on the floor. 

“Mommy!” your kids came running towards you and hugged you. This brought tears to your eyes. Damn hormones. 

After they all greeted you, they ran to Harry and hugged him. Then, they turned towards Stevie. 

“This is your brother, Stevie. But, yeh gotta be quiet cause he’s sleeping,” Harry said, putting his finger up to his mouth. 

Dessie whispered, “He’s really small.” 

“I know he is. He’s only like a day old,” Harry whispered back.

Robyn smiled at him and leaned down to kiss him on the forehead. “Very gentle. Very good, Robbie,” Harry said. 

EJ was still a bit too young to comprehend what was going on. He looked at Stevie and said, “baby,” to which Harry nodded. 

“Yeah. Yer brother. Now we’re even, boys and girls,” he smiled at you. You smiled back.

Your parents came over to greet you and congratulate you. Then, they met Stevie. You took him into your living room for a better greeting and had your parents hold him.

Anne, Gemma, and her family came over after your parents left. “I love that we got to meet him so soon after birth,” Anne said, smelling his head. “He still feels fresh and new.”

You chuckled. You were very tired, but you wanted your family to meet him. Everyone was too exhausted to cook, so Harry ordered pizzas for dinner. 

Once the family left, you put all the kids to bed. You stayed up with Stevie, breastfeeding him, as Harry took care of some chores and such around the house. Luckily, once Stevie was full, he fell asleep quickly. You put him in his crib and you made it back to your bedroom. 

When you got back, Harry was just coming out of the connecting bathroom. “Hi,” he smiled. 

“Hey.” 

“How are you?” 

“I’m really tired,” you yawned. “But, I need to take a shower. I want to wash the hospital germs off me.” 

Harry beamed.

“What?” 

“I was hoping yeh’d say that.”

“What do you mean?” you cocked your eyebrow.

Harry held out his hand and lead you to the bathroom. When you got in there, you saw the bathtub full of water. It had a bathbomb in it, rose petals on top, and candles were lit around the tub. Music was playing very very low and the lights were dimmed. 

“I figured yeh’d might want to relax before bed,” Harry shrugged. 

You couldn’t help it. The tears were coming out. You had THE best husband in the world. Every day he continued to surprise you and make you feel like the luckiest woman to have ever lived. He saw the tear roll down your cheek and frowned. “If yeh don’t want to, it’s fine.” 

But, before you could answer, you wrapped your arms around Harry’s neck and kissed him hard. “God, I really love you.” 

Harry let out a happy sigh. “I love yeh too, darling.” 

You gave him one last kiss before you took off your clothing. He stayed by your side in case you needed any help. When you were finally in, Harry smiled at you. “Alright. Holler if yeh need me.” 

“You’re not getting in?” you pouted. 

“Oh. I didn’t know if yeh wanted some alone time or not. O-ok.” He stammered before taking off his clothes. 

You scooted up and Harry got in behind you. The tub was a bit smaller than the one you had back in America, so Harry’s knees were a bit bent, but you didn’t care. 

You leaned back on his chest and Harry’s hands emerged from the water and ran down your body, cleaning you with it. “Are yeh relaxed, my love?” he kissed your temple. 

“Mmmhmm. Thank you,” you kissed his cheek.

“Good.”

He continued to wash your body and rub his hands on it. You gave him the shampoo and he put it in his hand and then massaged it through your hair. You hummed and Harry smiled. He did the same with the conditioner.

Harry took his hands and scooped water in it, washing the shampoo and conditioner out. You hummed. He was so gentle with you. 

Once you were fully clean, you leaned back into Harry’s chest. He kissed your neck, and then your lips, and then your head. 

“Thank you for taking care of me,” you said, lacing your fingers with his. 

“Always, my love. Always.” 

“And our babies. You’re the best Dad out there,” you said. 

“I try.”

“Well, you try well. They just adore you.” 

“They’re the lights of my life,” he smiled. “But, God, do they worship you.” 

“Me?” you hummed. “You’re the favorite parent.”

“I am not!”

“Um, yes you are and don’t fight me on it.” 

Harry smirked. “Maybe I am more lenient sometimes.”

“Someone’s gotta discipline,” you said. “It’s like I have five children sometimes.” 

“Heyyyy!”

You giggled. 

“Maybe yer right,” Harry gave you a raspberry on your neck. 

“I’m always right.” 

“I know. And that’s what scares me.” 

You laughed, but it was cut short, as you felt sleep taking over you. Harry noticed and he told you to stand up as he drained the tub. He blew out all the candles, just in case. He dried you off, helped your change into PJs, and then sent you off to bed. 

“Are yeh all good, my love? Need anything else?” 

You shook your head. “Thank you. I’m good. I love you.”

“Alright. I love yeh too. Yeh get some sleep, ok?”

You nodded, closing your eyes. And just as you did, Stevie started to cry. Harry put his hand on your stomach. “I got him.” and he did. He calmed him down in no time. After he made sure Stevie was settled, Harry changed into pajamas and crawled into bed with you. 

“Day one. Done,” he said, before pulling you close to him. 

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boyfriend!harry headcanons

another one, cause...why the hell not?!

oh, the lengths i'd go to make him laugh like that :(

every morning, he would cling to you like a koala bear. nuzzle his face into your neck, wrapping his arms around you and not letting you move. when you would finally decide to get out of bed, he would pepper you with kisses all over your face, and your neck, making it so impossible to do so.

he would circle around you when you're making food, asking if you want him to do something. if you would say no, he would pick up fistfuls of random snacks and feed you, trying to stay close and not leave you alone, just wanting to be with you :((

then, he would struggle to finish the food, rubbing his tummy like a child to show he's full. you would squint at him, and he would murmur a silent "sorry", before transferring it into a container and keeping it in the fridge.

he would cling to you even when you're sick, making you soup, bringing you medicines, and kissing you, even when you push him away with your weak body. he would just hold your wrists in his, kissing your lips, nose, and forehead, even though you just cleaned your nose in the bathroom like a monster.

and then he would get sick too, and you both sickheads would lie in bed all day, taking turns making food till you both get better.

he would facetime you every day when he's on tour, or at least call. the time zones would be messed up, 3 am at your place while he is getting ready for a concert somewhere on the other side of the world. or when he's going to bed and you're calling him at lunch.

you both would talk till one passes out, and you would just prop your phone next to your computer and watch him sleep. seeing him so relaxed makes you feel he's right there, and not a thousand miles away.

he would keep a photo of you with him always, and it wouldn't be an elegant or pretty one, no. it would be a candid shot of you giggling at his joke, or you passed out on his shoulder, or eating food with your mouth full because you're too hungry. he would say they were more beautiful, because they were what you are, and he loves you for that.

after sex, he would be the most cuddly. occasionally, he would be the big spoon, holding you close to his chest and sleeping with his breath on your neck, smelling in your bodywash and shampoo, and some sex.

mostly, he would want to be the little spoon, wanting to wrap your hands around him, with one leg draped over his waist. he said that makes him feel safe, and gives him the warmth he longs for when he's outside, doing shows and working. it does give him warmth too! but being in the arms of his baby love is unmatched.

if he sees someone looking at you the same way he does, that person is done for. if it isn't appropriate, he would go for a kiss on the cheek or on the lips, holding your hand and your waist.

when it's at a club or bar, or with your friends, he would straight go for your neck. kissing it, or biting it gently, creating a tiny bruise. of course, you would have allowed that before, and he would pull your hair back to make that mark completely visible. his mark.

the sex after that would be wild. he would make your head spin with the way he would lick your pussy, and fuck you. he would be a man on a mission, slurping everything up like it's his last meal on earth. pushing his fingers in to the hilt, then rotating them to make you feel them, him, and the coldness of his rings. he would part your folds and spit directly on it, making you pull at his hair hard.

even when fucking you hard and fast, he would kiss and bite your nipples, rubbing your clit and fucking your pussy good. he would make you so fucking addicted to him, his cock, his body. all the while constantly whispering, "mine. all fucking mine". "i know, baby. it's so good, isn't it? you love the way m' cock stretches this pretty pussy out. all for me, yeah? not anyone else?" you would just shake your head in a no, too fucked dmb to even understand. his cock would repeatedly plunge in and out of you, till he's painting his cum inside.

you would be done for afterwards, begging him to keep his cock in so his cum doesn't spill out. he would just tease you for it, calling you a "minx" even though he would secretly love it.

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h doing hole inspections on y/n….. like bending her over randomly and making sure her little hole is nice and wet for him always 😵‍💫

bestie this made my brain go INSANE.............you're WILD FOR THIS ONE!!!!!!

. . .

"Bend over. Stop clenching."

Y/N grits her teeth as she digs her knees into the plushy fabric of Harry's comforter. It's humiliating — this task where he makes her press her face into his bed, her bum to the air, while he parts her ass cheeks with his large palms to stare at her holes. It's embarrassing, and it makes her want to hide her warm, flushed face, and yet, it's one of the things that always manages to turn her on the most.

She swallows harshly when she finally feels his hands make contact with her skin. He doesn't touch her where she needs to it most — her clit is all but buzzing for attention as he parts her inner thighs to get a better glimpse.

"Good," he murmurs, and the praise makes her hole pulsate some, "Your little pussy should always be nice and wet for me. Isn't that right?"

She nods, her cheek brushing against the fabric of the blanket.

He hums as he slides his hands down to the backs of her thighs.

"If you're still this wet when I check your holes tonight, I'll stuff you full," he says. He hooks his thumbs underneath the waistband of her underwear, which is currently looped around her knees. Swallowing, she's too foggy to fight him on it, not as he pushes the material up and over her most intimate parts. "Say yes, sir if you understand, Y/N."

"Yes, sir."

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hey! if you're up for it...could we get an update on mr. and mrs. hey soul sister? i miss them and i wanna know what they're up to 😭

“Harry…put it down.”

“No.”

“Harry…put the goddamn remote down.”

“Nope.”

Your blood boils as you huff a stray piece of hair from your eye. “Harry…I’m giving you two seconds to either put the remote down or turn the video off before I take action.”

Unphased but exceedingly amused, Harry’s brow raises as he regards you from his hiding spot in the kitchen. “Yeah? And what are you gonna do, hm?”

Already equipped for a fight, you reach into your back pocket to slip your last resort free.

Harry’s eyes widen once he realizes what you’re holding, and you watch him visibly swallow. “Lovie…don’t.”

But you’ve already got a finger underneath the flap of the envelope, ready to pop it free and investigate the contents inside. “Put the remote down…and I won’t.”

He hesitates, focus flicking between the weapon in your hand and the horrific video he’s got pulled up on the television. “I…but I…”

“Okay…I’m opening it,” you warn, sliding your nail even further along the sticky glue. 

“Wait!” He’s breathing heavier now, face flushing as he weighs his options. “Okay, wait—wait. Let’s just…let’s compromise, yeah? Just…just watch the beginning with me, and then I’ll turn it off—”

“Eh. Wrong answer,” you interject, shaking the envelope fervently. “Last chance, buddy. Drop it or I look inside.”

A glare begins to settle onto his expression as he presses his palms into the kitchen island to brace himself. “Lovie…don’t do this.”

“And why not?”

His lips purse. “Because…if you do…no more midnight ice cream runs.”

You gasp. “You wouldn’t.”

“Wouldn’t I?”

You debate this. You like to imagine you know your husband pretty well, but these past few weeks have slowly introduced a new man into your life.

One you aren’t quite sure you can trust yet.

“Drop the remote and we’ll be fine,” you argue instead.

With narrowed eyes, he lifts the clicker into the air, aims it at the TV…and hits, “Play.”

The video begins again, the wretched sounds sending a chill down your spine as you gasp. 

He called your bluff.

The fucking asshat.

Furious, you bring your bargaining chip closer, and wrench the lip back to peer inside the small sleeve.

“Lovie…” Harry attempts to warn, now slipping around the counter to approach you cautiously. 

But it’s too late. You’ve already seen it.

Your skin flushes as you reach inside to retrieve the small photo, pulling it out so you can get a better look.

Warily, Harry regards you from across the room, slowing to a stop as he attempts to gauge your reaction.

You don’t speak for at least a minute, the silence filling with the dreadful sounds still blaring from the speakers.

Your heart is pounding inside your chest. A hundred and one thoughts swimming around in your head as you attempt to pull yourself back to the present. To understand this impossible to understand new reality.

“Well?” Harry’s timid voice slips through the cracks of your trance, forcing your head up.

You blink. “It’s…”

He takes another step, and you can see the curiosity paint itself across his face. “What?”

You swallow. “It’s a girl.”

He practically glitches, stilling right where he stands as he looks at you.

You wonder if he heard you. “Har…?”

He sucks in a sharp breath. “It’s…it’s a…it’s a girl?”

“Yeah,” you whisper, lip between your teeth as you turn the photo around for him to see. “Yeah, it’s a girl.”

The moment his eyes land on his future daughter, you watch his entire world change.

He strides the rest of the way to you, plucking the photo out of your hand to give it a quick once over before he looks at you.

“Holy shit,” he murmurs, and you laugh as future tears begin to crawl up the back of your throat.

“Yeah,” you agree. “Holy shi—”

But he’s already putting his mouth on yours and pulling you into your arms before you can even finish your sentence. Your feet leave the floor as he spins you around, and you can’t help but laugh as he plants sweet, excited kisses all across your face.

Once he finally concedes to setting you back down, you put a hand over your heart. “I can’t believe we’re having a baby.”

“Oh, I can,” he retorts. “Knew it the moment I met you in the bar that night. I knew you’d be my future baby-mama.”

You can’t help but snort as you shove at his chest. “Ha. Very funny.”

“Speaking of which…this baby is gonna have the absolute best introduction to music,” he continues, reaching out to brush some hair behind your ear. “She’ll have my perfect pitch, and your tone-deaf taste—”

“All right,” you huff, shoving at him again as he laughs. “I will raise this baby by myself if I have to.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Wouldn’t I?”

He responds to your challenging glare with a kiss. Sweeter this time around. Purposeful. He’s not always good with words, but you can feel everything that he wants to say in this kiss.

You know.

It’s you two against the world.

Well…you three, now.

“I love you,” he says after a moment, forehead pressed to yours as if desperate to be close to you forever.

“I love you, Mr. Hey Soul Sister,” you tease, feeling rather proud of the way he grins. “Now…can you please turn that god-awful video off?”

He glances over his shoulder toward the woman giving birth on your television. “But why? It’s informational—”

“It’s graphic,” you argue for the hundredth time, brushing past him to find the remote. “Yeah, yeah, miracle of life and all that, but we are never having sex again, I’m just telling you that right now. Never, ever, ever, ever, eve—”

Your spiel is cut short by a pair of large arms wrapping around your waist to lift you back up into the air and drag you out of the kitchen right before you can reach the clicker. 

“Har…Harry!” you gasp as he carries you to the bedroom. “What are you doing?”

“We can start the no-more-sex rule tomorrow,” he says simply before you’re being—gently—dropped onto the bed. “Until then, celebration is in order.”

You laugh as he begins pressing kisses down your chest. “Harry—”

“I believe it’s Daddy…to you,” he smirks, and despite yourself, you feel a hitch in your breath.

Nerves aside, you tangle your fingers in his hair to bring him closer. You wouldn’t want to be doing this with anybody else, and you’re so grateful he burned those divorce papers all those years ago.

And even more grateful he married you that fateful night.

Who would have thought you two would find yourselves here? 

“Okay, Daddy,” you purr, pleased with the look on his face. “Let’s celebrate.”

And that’s all he needs to hear.

I wanted to write this in a way that lets you decide if they're pregnant, have a surrogate, or if they're adopting, and hopefully you feel free to imagine whatever form of pregnancy you want to! Each is beautiful, special, and so unique, especially to these two💞

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Daddy Does It Better Part 2 - TEASER

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Summary: Harry and y/n decide the fate of their relationship and Edward comes face to face with the consequences of his actions.

Word count: *2k out of 11k words*

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Never in your life did you expect to be in a shower with Harry Styles. Harry. As in the man you grew to appreciate as a father figure and mentor, someone who treated you well and welcomed you into his house and family with open arms. The man whose son destroyed your heart and self-esteem in months long affairs with other people. 

The same man whose hand is pictured on your cum-covered stomach in a picture you were going to send to your ex-boyfriend. His son. The more you thought about it the more fucked up it was, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care that much.

Edward deserved every bit of pain. 

The photo was taken on your phone, starting at your naval where Harry’s hand was then up towards your breasts where your chest was flushed and nipples still hard from your multiple orgasms. It was just enough. Edward would get a cropped version of course. 

That wasn’t what you were thinking about now though. No… your mind was very much on Harry’s mouth kissing yours and his hand rubbing soap all over your skin. The water was hot and pleasant, just enough to bite at your skin. 

Harry’s touch soothed the ache. You felt cared for. Cherished. He touched you like he was memorising every part of your body. Like he’d never get the opportunity again. No one had ever touched you so gently. Kneading you. Appreciating you. God, his touch was incredible. 

“You’re so gorgeous, you know that?” Harry murmured, sliding his hands over your ass. You smiled against his lips and tugged at his hair, trying not to get too riled up. 

“You’re gorgeous too.” You returned, giggling when he spanked your ass in response.

“You’re cute.” He replied with a smile, pulling back so he could look at your face. But he just couldn’t resist you. He was incapable of it because a moment later he was kissing you again. It wasn’t in a soft romantic way either, rather, in a way that told you he wanted to fuck you silly again. That he wanted to split you over his cock and having you screaming out his name. “I think I should get out before I…” his words were broken with another kiss. “...can’t stop myself.”

“You don’t have to.” 

“I do.” He chuckled, grabbing your wrists from behind his head and bringing them between you. He kept his eyes on you while kissing the insides of your wrist gently. It felt far too romantic for your situation, but you couldn’t lie and say that you didn’t like it. You did.  “We both have work tomorrow and it’s getting late.”

“Fine.” You rolled your eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. “Go. Leave. I need to wash my hair anyway.”

“I didn’t know you were this fucking dramatic.” Harry laughed, kissing you one more time before he got out of the shower.

“You’re the one leaving prematurely.” You accused, grabbing some shampoo out of the bottle.

“Don’t be too long.” He mused, ignoring your antics while wrapping the spare towel you grabbed him around his waist. He gave you a final once over like he couldn’t resist looking at your naked body one more time then walked out of the room. 

“You’re missing out.” You called back, only to be met with silence. Ass. 

“I don’t think you should send it yet,” Harry spoke once you returned to the room. He was buttoning up his dress shirt, already dressed in his pants and shoes. He clearly wasn’t staying the night. You hadn’t asked him yet, but you kind of hoped he’d ask or you’d be able to propose it yourself. 

That wasn’t what you were thinking about though. You were confused. He just made an effort to say things about being together and that he didn’t want the photo if it wasn’t going in that direction and now he’s saying that you shouldn’t send it? All those praises and intimate touches suddenly felt like very mixed signals. 

“What? What do you mean?” Your brows furrowed as you entered the room while drying your hair with a towel. 

“I think you should think about it and the consequences.” He had this serious expression, like he was conducting a business deal or something far too formal for what was going on. It was so different to the banter you had going on in the shower and it stressed you out a little. Your eyes dropped to his bandaged hand - well unbandaged now after your shower - where his knuckles were red raw and bleeding a little again from all their movement. 

“Harry, you just asked me if I wanted this, and I said yes. What’s changed in the last half an hour?”

“I just want you to be sure,” Harry responded, running a hand through his hair. He sat on the edge of your bed, looking up at you with a look you knew all too well. It was a look you had seen when he gave you advice, which had happened once or twice before. This time you weren’t comforted by it though. That mature, wise expression. You feared it. 

“I want you to think about it properly and figure out if you really want this getting out and what it would mean if we… explored things between us.” Harry continued, hands clasped between his parted thighs. You suddenly felt severely underdressed in your robe for this conversation.

“You could’ve just said that you weren’t interested in me.” You mumbled, feeling a bit upset about it all. Had he already changed his mind on you? “I wouldn’t have been offended.”

“It’s not that, darling. You’re misunderstanding me.” He sighed, standing up. His gaze softened as he took steps towards you. “I want this and I wouldn’t have suggested it if I wasn’t interested in you. I just want you to be sure.” His eyes searched yours and he very softly tucked a strand of damp hair behind your ear, “Once that photo is out y/n, it’s out and there’s nothing to stop Edward from spreading it or telling everyone about it. He will always be my son and there will be ramifications of seeing me…” 

Maybe you were jumping too far ahead. Maybe you were being silly and naive to think that this would be as easy as sending a photo and dating your ex’s father. It felt easy. Having sex with Harry was easy and your conversation otherwise had always been as well. 

Your family only met Edward once or twice. Your mum didn’t live close by and you and Edward weren’t really together long enough for it to feel too serious. You always told yourself that he’d become more active in your family when you fell in love with him and when those feelings were reciprocated and well… that never happened.

Looking back that was a blessing in disguise.

Harry felt his heart beat at a million miles an hour just looking at you. He honestly didn’t want you to second guess this, but it felt wrong… immoral somehow to not give you an out. It was easy to get caught up in passion and hatred, revenge and more often than not people regretted the things they did when they were emotionally charged. He didn’t want to be a regret, nor did he want you to look back on your experiences with him and feel anything other than happiness and pleasure. 

“Things can be said and done during acts of passion that you might regret later so maybe you need a clear mind to process it, that’s all I’m saying…” He continued softly, taking your hands in his while rubbing his thumbs against your soft skin, “Just, take a couple of days. Okay? You have far more to lose than I do and I want you to be sure… and if you are then… send the damn photo.”

You wanted to send the photo then and there. You were glad that he wasn’t saying these things because he had doubts. It was all about you. No man had ever given you an out like that and while you also would’ve appreciated a ‘fuck Edward, send the photo’, you were thankful he thought about more than just revenge. All you could think about, however, was getting back at Edward and having Harry inside you again. 

“Okay.” You whispered, finding yourself being drawn into his eyes. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I need to think about it.”

“Good girl.” He smiled softly, running his thumb over your mouth. Harry had the sudden craving to ravage your mouth like he hadn’t just been doing that in the shower and in your bed. “Hey, if you know tomorrow and you’re sure tomorrow, I’ll be here. I’ll be here the second you call. And if you decide that it isn’t what you want, I’ll still be here if you need. I want you to know that.” 

Oh did you want to fuck him. Violently. You wanted him to take you over every surface in your house until you succumbed to nothing. A puddle on the floor. 

“Will you stay then? With me?” You grabbed onto his shirt, desperately wanting to rip it off his body. 

A smirk played at his lips but all he did was slide his hand down to wrap around the front of your neck while his thumb pushed your chin up so you were angled towards him. “That won’t give you a clear head, darling. Besides, if you say yes I want to celebrate properly.”

“Not even just to sleep?” You smiled coyly, but he seemed to read through the facade. 

He raised his brow and leaned in close so his nose was bumped against yours. His lips were so close they were brushing yours but his grip was so firm around your neck there was nowhere for you to go. “We both know no sleep would happen if I get in that bed. Clear mind. Remember?”

“Mhmm.” You nodded, feeling like your body was on fire. Your eyes dropped to his mouth while you bit your lip, just wanting to kiss him.  “Clear mind.” 

God… the things he wanted to do with you. 

Harry suddenly cleared his throat and stepped back from you. “I should go. It’s late and you should rest.” 

You nodded, inhaling a deep breath while you tried to calm down. “Okay. You’re probably right.”

“I usually am.” He smirked, letting you lead the way out of your apartment. If you weren’t so horny for the man you’d roll your eyes, but even his cockiness was a turn-on. It was a bit of a surprise actually, considering he had always been soft and gentle towards you. But he did just have you screaming out ‘Daddy’ so there was clearly a lot more to him than you thought. 

You opened the front door for him and leaned against it, watching as he stepped out into the hallway of your apartment complex. “You should clean your hand when you get home. At least with antiseptic clean.”

He looked down at his broken knuckles and flexed his fingers, “antiseptic cream. Got it.” 

Harry looked at you for a moment, smiling softly as he grabbed your waist and leaned in to kiss your cheek. “Thank you for tonight, y/n. Get some sleep, hm? You can think in the morning.” 

Not even Edward noticed your overthinking or the fact that you spent nights awake because your brain wouldn’t shut up. It happened anywhere-everywhere, even when you were at Harry’s house. There were some weekends when you spent all your sleeping time curled up on the couch watching TV because your mind wouldn’t stop. Edward never noticed, yet somehow Harry did. He was more observant than anyone else you knew. 

“Goodnight Harry.” 

You watched as he smiled again before tucking his fingers into his pockets and walking away. It was a sight you never wanted to see again, even if it was as gorgeous as ever.

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Baby Daddy- Harry blurb in honour of him becoming an uncle!

More Dadrry / Other Writing

Harry just got back from spending the day meeting his new, teeny tiny niece, and he'd hardly been able to look away- absolutely besotted by her wide and curious eyes, soft hair, and total newness to the world. His heart feels so full it could burst and all he wants is to sprinkle this overwhelming love with those most important to him.

Even on the drive home and for a good hour after arriving home, Harry can't shake the stirring of paternal possibility- especially in the presence of his wife, so lovingly and endearingly sharing supper with him. He's so infatuated with the wholesomeness swelling within, fascinated with these sudden fantasies of bringing home his own baby- a teeny, breathing product of a love so strong- being blessed by the gift of his wife, whom herself, was enough of a gift as it was.

She notices Harry's struggle to focus long before he- chalking it up to the overwhelming excitement of the day, certain that her husband was just as giddy at the arrival of his niece as she always predicted he would be. It was hard enough walking past a cute toddler without his desire to stop and coo taking over.

When asked about it, Harry sighs out contently and simply reassures, "'M just thinkin'..."

Oh, but this type of thinking isn't so easy to shake and follows Harry all the way to bed, burying itself beneath the covers beside him, tugging at his heartstrings with sweet scenarios where he cradles a sleepy infant to his chest, soothed by the softest of snores, watching his wife giggle along to incoherent baby babbles, celebrating milestones, watching them grow, and growing alongside.

Even as the next three days drone on, Harry feels like the universe had 100% overheard his secret daydreams- taunting him with anything and everything resembling children- every where he goes, every thing he does is sidelined by the aching feeling of starting a family.

After what must have been the fourth stroller rolls past, Harry cuts his run short. Realisation that this stirring within will not be going anywhere, solidifying into the desire to say it out loud, to announce and welcome this want- need- to start the next chapter of his life.

He practically bounds through the front door, sneakers squeaking along the hardwood as he urgently calls out in search of his wife., though by the time she sings back a greeting and says "In the nook" Harry has already found her- the same place she usually hides- a book balanced between her fingers, wedding ring flickering from the rays of sunset, luring him closer until he's standing right before her.

Harry drops to his knees before she has the chance to give him a proper greeting, his palms splaying out atop her thighs, and though his eyes are aflame with desperation, a hopeful smile continues to creep up and spread along his lips until his cute dimples are on full display.

Discarding her book to the side, his wife's hands find a home in his curls, gently kneading stray tufts of his silky curls, and Harry's head dips on instinct, forehead resting against her exposed leg, pressing his cheek into her fleshy skin- this only evokes a soft chuckle that slips past her lip as she smiles at him with enamoured curiosity, "What's gotten into you, huh?"

He mumbles against her skin, breath tickling and pricking goosebumps along her thighs, his hand reaching on and wrapping loosely around her calf- thumb stroking circles into her skin.

"Speak up, sweet boy," she coaxes and even after he projects, his words are still muttered into incoherence, her legs bouncing along with her chuckling chest, waiting for him to find the words.

Harry wallows in her patience for as long as it takes to just build up the confidence to match his certainty, unable to soothe all of his nerves, even by the time the rest of him has conjured up enough bravery, his statement is so soft, so vulnerable,

"Wanna have a baby." He still can't muster the courage to look her in the eye.

"Is that so?" The giddiness coursing through her is present in her tone, hiccupping her sentence, hands continuing to play with his curls, "You wanna be a daddy?"

His face feels flush with bashful excitement at the mere sound of 'you' and 'dad' in the same sentence. Harry enthusiastically nods once more against the expanse of her thigh before his face finally tilts back up to meet her fond gaze, she's beaming down at him with newfound hopefulness.

"I wanna be a dad," he finally admits aloud, and it feels so fucking good to say it, "really really wanna have a baby with you."

The sweetest smile creeps well past his wife's lips and crinkles the corner of her eyes as they twinkle back at his own with wonderment. Her nails massage along the nape of his neck before her palm gently cradles his blushy cheek and she hums contently, "Well, that's the best idea you've ever had."

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Pleaaaaase do a little size kink blurb where he teases her about not being able to take it all miss jars

Ok because you asked so nicely 😚

Warnings- size kink, slight degrading, soft dom h, pet names, teasing etch

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“I dunno, pet.” His hand stroked over her side as she laid spread out for him, resting his cock over her tummy. “It’s a bit too big for you, don’t you think?” Rocking against her, she whimpered as her eyes went down to see the ruddy head of his cock leaking slightly over her skin, hard and obviously aching.

“I can take it- I can do it, I promise.” Her pleads were slightly pathetic but he knew what he was doing. Harry knew what it did to her when he spoke to her like this.

Harry was big, one of the biggest and thickest she had ever taken. It did take her a bit to adjust but she could do it. He caught on relatively quickly though, just how much she loved it when he teased her about it. Taunted her, made her squirm. He was so sweet in his words but the sparkle of slight evil behind his eyes let on that he enjoyed making her whine and whimper for it, wanting to make her beg.

“Maybe, but I don’t want to hurt you.” He clicked his tongue, fisting his cock as he dragged it back down and tapped the tip against her clit. Hips jolted as she let out a keen, hands fisting the sheets as she watched his intent eyes look at their joining. She was drippy and wet, embarrassingly so as she felt it down to her ass, but Harry had been teasing her for a while now. “Such a tiny cunt. As much as I’d love t’stretch your holes out, I love you a bit too much… I don’t want my girl hurting.”

“It hurts now, I’m empty!” Stomping her foot on the mattress, the needy girl felt herself huff, eyes tearing up as she felt frustration boil over. “I need it, I need it inside of me now. Please don’t make me wait. I don’t care if it hurts, it’ll feel good.”

He cooed, bless him, smearing his cock through her folds as she threw her little tantrum. Getting her to this point was always fun in his eyes. “Y’need it that bad, sweet thing? Poor little angel baby is crying for cock.” His lips pursed in a pout, his free hand wiping away a tear. “Proper tantrum because your cock hungry little hole feels empty. Should’ve known, though. You like it when it hurts.”

“I do, I just need it. Please, give me it. I’ve been good, haven’t it? I’ve been so good and you’re being so mean.” Her babbled cries made him grin, letting her buck her hips up and rub herself against him, smearing her arousal all over his cock. Getting her brainless like this was his favorite thing to do.

“Okay, darling. Okay. I know you’re greedy. Cunt’s gone all sloppy and wet. Nasty little thing y’are.” He crooned, notching the tip over her entrance. “Let’s try just the tip first. I’ll give you a taste, and if you’re good and your hole can take it, maybe I’ll give you a few inches.” His hips slowly pressed in, letting the bulbous tip breach her. Popping in and making her breathing quicken, more tears falling down her cheeks. Sure, it hurt a little. It usually would with him- but it was what she needed.

“Thank you, thank you, I need it.” She rambled, hand lifting to his arm and nails digging into the skin as her stomach jumped with each breath.

“I know you do. My sweet little angel of a girl, I always forget how greedy you are for my prick until it’s in you.” Soothing strokes were given to her cheeks, the guise that he didn’t love making her a wreck playing well on his face. “Let it stretch you for a little bit, pet. Sit pretty and let yourself drip all over it before I ruin you even more.”

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The woman was too stunned to speak

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I need harry to put his entire beard on my pussy 😩😮‍💨😮‍💨

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ring hard launch - blurb

the content we got today just SCREAMS fiancé!harry for me so i came up with this, enjoy !

gif by @sunkissedlouis <3

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

If there was something that was definitely at the top of your list of favorite activities, was spending time with Harry.

It didn't matter if it was getting groceries, joining him for a bike ride or simply laying on the couch together, every moment that you spent together brought you contentment and joy that you couldn't find anywhere else.

And now that he was your fiancé, it was safe to say that both of you wanted to be glued to each other every single minute.

Harry proposed the morning of New Year's Eve, in the comfort of your home with both of you in your pajamas as you enjoyed homemade breakfast bagels, and it was absolutely perfect.

Ever since, you had been happier than ever, sharing the news with your family and closest friends and enjoying your engagement in private without prying eyes from paparazzi, fans and media.

"We better win tonight," Your train of thought was interrupted by Harry's voice, you were currently heading to the Luton vs Man United game, and even though you couldn't care less about football, your need to be close to him all the time made you say yes when he asked you to join him, "Thank you for tagging along, baby. I know this is not your scene so it's nice you came."

"I'm just here for the drinks and snacks," you teased, watching him roll his eyes at you, "And to enjoy the evening with my handsome fiancé, of course."

"There we go," he smiled now, grabbing your hand and placing a small kiss to the ring on your finger.

Ever since you got engaged, that had became his favorite habit, and it made your heart flutter every single time.

"It sucks that I have to take it off," you said, making him look at you with a raised eyebrow, "The ring, I mean. I have to take it off before we get out of the car, otherwise headlines will go crazy and Jeff is going to freak out."

"Mm-hmm," he paused to think, eyes darting for the road to you, "What if... you don't have to take it off?"

"What do you mean?" you said, noticing that you were about to enter the back of the stadium.

"I mean..." he grabbed your hand again, tugging the ring affectionately, "What if we let the world know about it? I talked to Jeff and the rest of the team last week, they said we could make it public whenever we felt like it, at our own terms. So why don't we do it today?"

Harry parked the car at the spot that was reserved for him and turned to look at you with a wide smile, waiting for your answer.

"Are you sure?" you smiled back at him, noticing the glow in his eyes that almost made you melt.

"Couldn't be more sure, love. Besides, the album is coming soon and everyone is going to connect the dots as soon as they listen to the first song, might as well give them an early heads up."

"Let's do it," you said, leaning over to kiss him, "I feel like everyone is going to focus on the fact that you're finally outside and with brand new hair, they won't even notice the rock on my finger."

Harry rolled his eyes again and gave you another kiss, "I swear to god, woman. You're something else."

You headed inside of the stadium to the VIP suit you were going to watch the game in, walking hand in hand with your engagement ring glistening on your finger, cameras around filming and taking pictures of both of you.

"Do you think twitter is freaking out yet?" you asked Harry as you settled on your seats.

"No idea, baby, I don't use that app," he shrugged, "Do you want anything to drink?"

"Would you get me something fruity that has alcohol that doesn't quite taste like alcohol? That's the only way I won't be bored to death."

"Sure thing." Harry laughed and kissed the side of your head before standing up to get your drink, coming back a few minutes later with exactly what you asked and a bottle of sparkling water for himself.

"So we're rooting for Man U, right?" you asked as you took a sip from your drink.

"Seven years together, months away from getting married, yet you still don't know I'm a Man U ride or die," he put a hand on his chest, "I don't think this is going to work."

"I was just teasing, drama queen," you pecked his cheek, "I know your true loves are Man U, the Green Bay Packers, peas and Fleetwood Mac."

"And you," he winked, making you roll your eyes with affection and take another sip from your drink.

A few minutes into the game, you found yourself quite invested on it, constantly asking Harry about the stuff you didn't understand and getting nervous when the other team was about to score or your team missed a goal.

"Lord, I don't want to watch," you said as a player from the opposite team was getting ready to hit a penalty, hiding your face against Harry's shoulder, "Harry! You're supposed to be watching the game, you've been staring at me for half of it now."

"Sorry, you're just too cute," he kissed the crown of your head, "You can watch now, he failed it."

"Thank god."

By the end of the game, you were both on your feet, cheering as Man United secured a win. Harry was ecstatic, and you found yourself caught up in the excitement, cheering alongside him.

While you were engulfed in your own bubble during the game, cameras has caught up on the ring of your finger, and Harry and you immediately became a world trending topic, with fans speculating whether you were actually engaged or not.

As you laid in bed scrolling through the millions of tweets about the game Harry finally emerged from the bathroom, ready to get in the covers.

"Are you reading about us?" he asked, sliding into bed beside you.

"Yeah," you replied, showing him some of the tweets, "But I don't think it was quite clear for some of your fans, some of them don't think we're really engaged."

"Well, I guess it'll be clear when the album comes out."

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Being called “good girl” triggers something absolutely sexually barbaric in my brain, like I’d be on my knees in seconds.

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MAD MAN

A/N: he looked like a snack, his ce vibes were too strong to hold them back

base of the idea was by @harrysblackcoat

WORD COUNT: 1.3k

SUMMARY: You came to the game to forget about the massive fight you had with Harry a few days ago, but your alone time is soon interrupted by the man you've been trying to avoid.

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You weren’t planning to come today. Well, you were, until about four days ago, but then the whole ordeal happened with Harry and suddenly you didn’t want to do anything else than stay at home, cry or either sleep until you forget about the shit you both said. 

It was nasty. You don’t even remember how it started, maybe it was because he got home too late, or was it because you couldn’t choose a restaurant again and it always drives him crazy.

You have no idea what started it, you only remember how bad it got. Screaming, shouting, saying the worst things you ever did and probably neither of you meant. But you said them and you can’t take them back. 

Maybe packing your stuff and leaving wasn’t your best idea, but you needed time and space. Harry has been blowing your phone up ever since, but you feel like you need just a little bit more time away from him to think about… well, the two of you. 

You’ve had the ticket for months and you didn’t have the heart to miss out on the game just because of what happened. So you pulled yourself out of your depression cave, aka your old apartment you still haven’t sold since moving in with Harry and came to the game. Now you’re sitting in your usual seat, waiting for it to start while trying your best to keep him out of your thoughts at least until the end. 

Looking across the stadium you see the VIP section and immediately, you fail at not thinking about him, because you think of how he is the kind of man that would be standing there, sipping on something fancy and expensive. 

Groaning you turn your attention to your drink, playing with the straw, but then you remember the time you explained to Harry why this is your favorite seat in the stadium.

“Okay, enlighten me, baby,” he smirked at you, pulling you to his lap after pushing himself away from his desk.

“It’s close to the exit, I can leave before the crowd gets moving, the toilet is 20 seconds away and the line is always short, because the one by the F stairs is more popular. And…” You peaked at him, checking if he was still listening and there he was, giving you his undivided attention with a cheesy smirk on his handsome face. “And the drinks are better in the buffet that’s behind.”

“Better?” he chuckled. “Baby, they are the same.”

“Nope,” you shook your head. “It’s less… watery.”

“Mm, if you say so,” he smirked and then kissed you, making you forget about what you were talking about just a moment ago.

You need to blink your tears away. You promised yourself you wouldn’t be crying during this game, that you wouldn’t think about how much you miss him and how even despite the fight you love him more than anyone. 

You dig into your bag for a tissue, right when someone tries to squeeze past you to their seat. The tall man inches into the row, his long coat brushing your knees while you’re still elbow deep in your bag and you faintly register that he sits beside you. 

“Here,” he deep voice speaks up beside you and you know who it is even before his hand moves into your view, holding out a tissue. 

“What are you doing here?” you ask, taking the tissue without looking at him. 

“Why do people come to football matches?” he asks back and you can’t stop yourself from rolling your eyes. “I’m here because you wouldn’t answer the phone.”

“That might mean that I don’t want to talk to you,” you casually reply, staring ahead of you.

Harry exhales sharply beside you and his knee presses against yours, making you gasp.

“Y/N, I hope you didn’t think I would just let you slip out of my hands like that, right? We need to talk.”

“And you thought a football game would be the best place for that?” 

“This seems to be the only way to get you to talk to me, so yeah.”

“How did you even know I would be sitting here?”

“Because you told me this is your favorite seat.”

“I did not. I just told you I have one, I never told you it’s this one.”

You sit in silence for a bit, trying to figure out if maybe you did tell him the exact seat, but you get to the same point: you didn’t.

“I never told you, so how did you know?” you ask and finally look at him. His beauty strikes you, as always, the chiseled jawline, the slope of his nose, the curly lashes, he still takes your breath away. 

He runs his tongue across his lips and then looks at you.

“The drink,” he then finally says.

“What?”

“The drink. It really is better here.” You watch him and he continues. “I tried… I tried them all in the stadium and it really is less watery.”

He tried them all. He went around the stadium and tried them all to figure out where you’re sitting. 

“Now that you’re listening to me, can we talk?” he then asks with a soft smile. “Or it could be just me speaking, but I really want to tell you what I’ve been thinking about the past few days.”

“Okay,” you breathe out. “Talk then.”

His gaze lingers on your face, as if he is taking in every tiny detail before speaking up again.

“I fucked up, Y/N. I said all those terrible things in the heat of the moment and I regretted them right away. I didn’t mean any of them.”

“Not even when you said that all I do is get on your nerves?” you find yourself asking.

“You do get on my nerves, Y/N,” he says and you’re just about to open your mouth, but he is quick to continue. “You make me go crazy in the best way possible. With your silly dancing in the kitchen, the way you sing every song with the wrong lyrics and swear your version is the right. When you get mad at me for using words you don’t know the meaning of, or when you put me in my place when I’m being a total ass… you make me go crazy… for you.”

Your eyes are tearing up again and when his hand moves to your knee you lean closer to him, wanting more of his touch instantly. 

“I love you, Y/N. I never thought I could love someone this much, but you just always prove me wrong,” he chuckles softly and your hand finds his on your leg, your fingers locking together. “Please come back. I’m nothing without you. Come back and get on my nerves every day because I want to be a mad man, but only if it’s you who makes me crazy.”

Now you’re fighting the urge to cry like a baby. You love this man and you can’t imagine a day when you won’t. 

“I’m sorry too,” you whisper, tears rolling down your cheeks. He reaches up and wipes them with his thumb. “I didn’t mean it when I said you must be fucking all your assistants at work.”

“That hurt,” he smiles bitterly.

“I just… I still wonder why you chose me,” you admit with a shrug. 

“Because you’re the one for me,” he simply answers, as if it was the most obvious thing ever. You take a deep breath and exhale it shakily before leaning in and kissing him. The game starts right when your lips meet, but all the screaming and clapping tunes out as you’re back in the arms of the man you love. 

“Do you want to move to the VIP section?” you ask. 

“Nope,” he smirks down at you. “This really is the best seat.”

“See? I told you!” chuckling, you just pull him in for another kiss before making yourself comfortable with his arm around your shoulders.

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"Harry— fuck, fuck, this is bad—"

He grunts, resisting the urge to roll his eyes down at the woman beneath him. His large hands are pressing firmly into the flesh of her hips, creating temporary dents underneath his dull nails. Half-moon crescents are the only reminders she allows him to leave, even though her husband stopped caring to show her any pleasure or affection years ago.

"Of course it's fuckin' bad," he mutters throatily like if it's the most obvious thing on planet earth. And maybe it is — it probably is, considering he's over at her place for their weekly rendezvous while her kids are at school and her husband's at work.

Harry only met Y/N because his twins attend the same elementary school as her own children. And from the second he set his eyes on Y/N on the first day of school, he knew.

He could smell a desperate housewife from a mile away. She may as well have had a sign on her back that said my husband is a twat, he doesn't want to fuck me, and he wouldn't care about making me cum even if he did. From that point on, he made it his mission to one day feel her come around his cock — only, he hadn't anticipated it becoming an ongoing tradition for the past six months.

Today is Wednesday, and while Y/N's husband thinks she does the food shopping and cleans the house and whatever other stupid homely tasks he assigns to her, Harry always comes over at 11 a.m. on the dot and fucks her into their mattress until she's crying.

This day is no exception to their regimen — not as he issues harsh, stinging slaps to her ass, rolls her swollen clit beneath his thumb, or bounces her on his length. He always makes sure she finishes at least twice, cleans her up, and plants a kiss on her forehead before he's sneaking out the back door, narrowly avoiding the security cameras her husband had installed for... whatever nonsense reason.

"If you think it's so fucking bad, leave him," he grits out through a clenched jaw. Her pussy is squeezing him so tight that he feels like he could explode at any given moment, even if Y/N's mind is far away right now. She glances up at him with wide, shocked eyes.

"You don't mean that," she replies breathily. This time, he does roll his eyes.

"We've been fucking behind his back for months. I'm not telling you to leave him for me, I'm just saying, if you want a morally clean compass— shit, stop clenching around me like that—"

"Just shut up," she mutters, winding her hand around to grip at his short hair. She barely manages a grip — he cut it a few months back, but she'll admit, she can't help admiring the way it's growing in. "Just shut up and fuck me, Harry."

He scoffs, though it's quickly cut off by the yank of her hand and the quick bite of pain from her digging her fingernails into his scalp.

"Whatever you want, mama." he forces out, groaning as he slams his hips to meet hers, "Whatever the fuck you want."

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i knew i could count on you to feed into my delusions!

Okay but being on Harry’s arm walking through 🥺 maybe your bump is just starting to show and it’s peeking through the coat H has lent you, he’s making sure you’re okay and if you need any water or something to make your seat more comfortable and just being such an attentive dad to be

Stop this right now …….

But yes him out there looking like this and he’s always checking in to make sure you’re okay and that your warm enough and having a good time even though he knows fine well you’ve absolutely no interest in football…. But you want to spend as much time together just the two of you while you can so of course you agreed , that and because he promised you chips as well ….