Based on the request: pls write where y/n and harry have sex a lot and end up getting pregnant but are happy about it.
You woke up with a moan at the back of your throat
and strong hands digging into your hips. This was how most mornings were spent;
one of you waking the other with your mouth of their body. Your back arched as
he sucked on your sex all while two fingers were moving inside you.
His moans vibrated through making the fire in the
pit of your stomach burn brighter. Your hands were thrashing around you,
gripping the sheets just wasn’t enough. After a deep fuck of his tongue into
your throbbing sex, you came, hard, with a yell.
Harry drew it out as long as he could, stopping when
you had recovered your breath. You turned you head to the alarm clock of the
bedside table seeing the time; 9:07 in the morning. You had plenty of time
before you had to be up.
Harry’s face appeared in your vision as he collapsed
on the bed next to you, his breath heavy. Your eyes were drawn to the rock-hard
bulge in the boxers; your mouth watered at the sight. When you looked back up
at his face, his smirk was a combination of smug and confidence.
“Your turn, love.”
“Babe, you want some lunch?” You called to Harry
from the kitchen to where he was sprawled across the couch. You were both
dressed and ready for the day despite having no plans to leave the house. You
had to be in the same room as him to hear his response.
“Think I’m still full from my little snack before
breakfast actually, thanks tho’.” With a little knowing smile, he turned to
look back at his phone, leaving you with the thoughts of your wakeup call.
It was four months into the pregnancy when Harry had found his undying love for your small, yet prominent bump. Whenever he got the chance, he would wrap his arms around your waist, his palms resting on your belly, fingers tracing around the smooth skin.
Six months rolled around and Harry would be all over your bump. He had now discovered that singing to the little being inside you not only made you cry with joy, but it made him fall in love with you and your little girl. He would now start to lay his head on your bump when you laid together on the couch.
When you arrived home after a long day of work and smelled
the roast, you knew Harry was up to something.
Either he wanted to talk over a very important decision with
you, or the tabloids were about to—if they hadn’t already—print a false or
prying story about you and he wanted to take your mind off it. However, you
still smiled as you slipped off your shoes and jacket.
It was the little things. That’s what no one told you about
marriage. Marriage wasn’t all about the Instagram posts praising each other, or
the mind-blowing sex, or the grand statements of affection. It was the foot
rubs after a long day, a roast in the oven as soon as you came home from work,
and the quick forehead kiss in the early morning when he woke before you. Those
little things kept the love alive.
That question had been resonating in
Harry’s mind for the past 12 hours and, despite having very logical
reasoning behind it, he was finding it increasingly hard not to break
down and buy two more plane tickets. His daughter was very good at
persuasion, especially when she was upset, and every cry that came
from her lips lessened Harry’s resolve immensely.
But, you both had decided that this
particular trip was going to be one that you and your daughter sat
out of. Harry was only going to be gone for four days and the weather
forecast for New York wasn’t great; it was just as easy for you to
keep yourself and your daughter at home in London while Harry made
the trek, instead of having to lug both yourselves and tons of extra
warm clothing in case you got stuck there for a few extra days.
Every other trip that Harry had made in
the four years since your daughter had been born, he had made with
the two of you in tow; his schedule was flexible and sparse enough
that adding two extra bodies on a week long trip to LA wasn’t a big
deal. When he had gone on tour for six months, he had brought you
with him; there was no way he was going away that long and leaving
the two loves in his life at home. Your daughter was now used to
being a little jetsetter with daddy and felt quite special whenever
she got to fly in a plane and get “important” orange juice from
the flight attendant in a big-girl cup. You weren’t sure exactly what
her reaction would be in learning that she would be left behind with
you on this trip, but you figured it wouldn’t be good.
You opted to keep the news under wraps
until as close to Harry’s departure time as you could, just to avoid
long, drawn out meltdowns if that were the case. The afternoon
before, you and Harry sat down with her when she was in a good mood
(fed, not in need of a nap and happily playing with toys) and told
her that daddy was going to have to go away for a few days, but that
she would have to stay home with you. Her face immediately dropped in
confusion; this was unheard of, why would daddy be going away without
her? You ALWAYS went with him when he travelled.
“Why can’t I come with you?” she
“Daddy’s only going for a few days
and it’s going to be cold there,” he tried to explain, “You and
mummy wouldn’t have any fun.”
“But I want to come!”
“I know you do, love, but I promise
you’ll be so much happier staying here. You wouldn’t see daddy lots
anyway; he’s got a lot of boring meetings to go to with Uncle Jeff,” Harry explained, crinkling his nose.
“If it’s boring, why don’t you stay
here with me and mummy and Uncle Jeff can go by himself?” she argued.
Finally, the fifth addition to the Divorce Series AU. I was inspired by two books written by Colleen Hoover, ‘November 9 and Hopeless’, I highly recommend giving it a read. They are amazing.
Let me know in my ask box if you guys are enjoyed this part.ENJOY! :)
These one shots/blurbs are from my main blog (@harrysbunshun). I created a separate writing blog after deleting all my original content due to others stealing my work and reposting it as theirs 😞I hope that you guys enjoy my work, new and old, as much as you did before xx
The sixth and the final addition to the Divorce Series AU. This is the longest writing I’ve ever written, it’s 5k+ words. I’m really proud of it and I hope you enjoy and understand the ending, tell me how you feel about this. I’m so sorry for the delay. Let me know in my ask box if you guys are liked this part.ENJOY! :)
Could you write something where some guy keeps harassing y/n at the bar or club (like touching her or and stuff) while Harry's in the bathroom and Harry comes out he just gets so protective of her and isn't having any of it
So this is something I’ve been working on over the weekend. It’s dirty so if you don’t like spanking and dirty talk, this isn’t for you.
WARNING: Mature content
You were being ignored and you were also extremely horny and
needy which didn’t go good together. Harry was in the home office doing god
knows what and you had barely seen him all day apart from the quick breakfast
together this morning and then he had locked himself in those four walls. You
had agreed with yourself to give him time to do what he needed and then you
would interrupt after a couple hours. You had given him plenty of extra time to
deal with business and now you were just growing increasingly impatient by the
second. You had checked your emails, read a book, cooked- everything you could
think of but nothing could take your mind off the throbbing discomfort between
harrys girl who has a HELLA MAJOR PRAISE KINK!!!!!!! plz and thank uuu” Enjoy!
“Harry! I got a ninety-seven!” I heard Y/n squeal from the living room. “Way to go, babe!” I praise and quickly place the shirt i just folded into my drawer. I laugh to myself and make my way over to where she was. I turn the corner and see her standing in front of the coffee table with her phone in her hand, she had been refreshing her email all afternoon. She’d studied for thirteen hours straight prior to this exam so, one can only assume she wanted this very badly. Before she realizes i’m in the room, I scoop her up in my arms and spin her around.
“i’m so proud of you” I mutter, my face nuzzled between her neck and shoulder. She takes my face in her hands and looks me in the eyes. “Did I make daddy proud?” She squints at me. I throw my head back, laughing. Y/n giggles as I set her back down to stand on her own. She sits her phone down on the table before turning back to me.
“Of course you did, you’ve always been daddy’s little star.” I wink.
She raises an eyebrow and starts to play with the hair and the nape of my neck. My hand travels down from the middle of her back to lift up the hem of her shirt and gently run my nails against the skin of her hips. She hisses and touches her forehead to mine. “How come you never reward me, then?” she asks, nibbling on her bottom lip.
“A lip bite? Very original” I tease.
Y/n smirks and reaches her hand between our faces. She brushes her thumb over my lip “I could always bite yours, would that be more exciting?”
She ignited a fire in me with a single sentence. I sigh, not only because I felt myself getting harder by the second, but because she had made me feel like a teenager again. All she did was was ask me a risque question and i’m already as hard as a rock. Sadly, I can’t say this is the first time its happened. She glances up at me through her lashes and waits for my response. “Why don’t you help me find more ways to make you proud, yeah?” she suggests, gesturing for me to sit on the couch. I know where this is going. That particular look in her eyes is a look i’ve seen before. Pupils dilated, lips nice and wet, breath shallow.
She gets down on her knees in front of me and wastes no time dragging my sweatpants down. I’m not wearing boxers today, I figured we would get a little hot and bothered at some point today (it being our only free day this week, and all) and I wanted to make the process less tedious. I’m thanking myself a million times internally. I take my shirt off rather quickly, my eyes glued to her, anticipating her next move.
Y/n doesn’t bother pulling the trousers all the way off of my legs, she lets them pool at my feet. She takes my cock in her small hands kisses the tip, she lets some spit dribble out and onto the head before swiping over it with her thumb. The very same thumb she had used to toy with my lip not too long ago. I can’t stop the hiss that slips out, today is not a good day to prolong the foreplay. I very well might cum before the good stuff starts.
She takes notice of my sensitivity to her touch and cuts to the chase, lowering her mouth down on me. Her tongue laps at the veins of my shaft and she knows how to apply just the right amount of pressure with her teeth. I feel them graze me as she brings her head back up to my tip.
‘ah fuck..that’s good baby” I pant. She whimpers on me, her hand squeezing the base of me. She loves when I praise her….this could be fun. I decide to take it up a notch. What harm could a little more motivation do?
“shit baby i- mm fuck you take such good care of your man, don’t you?”
She nods lightly, my dick still lodged in her pretty mouth. I reach down and caress her cheek with my finger. “so fucking good, princess” I groan. She’s enjoying this. I can tell by how her eyes light up every time I speak. “You’re licking me with the same tongue you use to give th-those big speeches at school” I started, her eyebrows furrow. She has no clue where i’m going with this but continues to bob her head up and down.
“That mouth is pure gold in and outside of the bedroom….you please daddy in every single way” This seems to do it for her. She lifts her mouth off of me and stands up to take down her yoga pants.
“Come on” is all she spits out at me before walking towards the bedroom. I jump up, kicking my own pants off.
When i enter the room, I see her lying down on the bed, her panties around her ankles. She’s rubbing herself with one hand and beckoning me over to her with the other. I stride over to the bed, tugging at myself as I do so. “You getting ready fo’ me?” I ask her, she nods quickly. She seems so excited and i can’t hide the smile spreading across my face. I climb on the bed and toss her pink panties somewhere behind me, she doesn’t hesitate to open her legs up for me. Welcoming me in, inviting me.
I decide to skip the foreplay and get right to business. I run my swollen head up her slick folds, forcing an incredibly loud moan from her when I stop to tap on her clit with my member. I let out a breath I didn’t know i was holding when she pushes her shirt over her breasts and begins to knead at them. I line my tip up at her entrance and push in slowly, making sure she can feel my every ridge. She arches her back when I fill her completely, stretching her to no end.
“You’re taking daddy so well baby” I groan out. I lean down to suck on her neck. “K-keep talking, Harry” she pleads. I kiss my way up to her ear and nip at her lobe a bit, filling her to the peak with every stroke. “You always get so wet fo’ me” I slow down a bit, it appears that all this praise is starting to get to me as well. I sit back up and hike her knee up so I can thrust even deeper than before. This time, I can feel her walls squeezing me, I also feel myself pulsating inside her. I’m getting close.
“You’re gonna make me cum baby ahh…ooh yes” I hiss. My thrusts are noticeably unsteady at this point but i’m fighting it. I want to make sure she finishes first and judging by the way she’s clenching around me, she’s just as close as I am if not closer.
“fuck harry oh!….mmh please” her hands are scraping at my forearms that stand on either side of her head, making it harder for me to hold myself up. I place my hands on the head board and pull out of her almost completely before rolling my hips back in to meet hers. Again and again and again until I have her body trembling beneath mine. She’s begging me not to stop. She’s pleading for me to cum with her, and my body betrayed me by obeying her orders. The muscles in my abdomen tighten and I clench my jaw shut.
”cum for me ahhh….f-fuck that’s a good girl ”
I feel my toes curl as the white sensation builds up.
Then it hits me like a wave. “ooh Y/n fuck yes..fuck baby yess ahh” I cum in long, hot spurts with her still tightening around my cock. I kiss her slowly feeling my heart return to its natural rhythm. I lean up and move her hair from her face before dipping down to kiss her nose. “That was intense “ She laughed. I nod, still a bit winded. I pull out of her and grab one of the clean shirts from the pile I was folding earlier; I use it wipe us both clean. Thankfully, we didn’t soil the sheets this time so I happily climb under the covers and wait for her to do the same. She rests her head on my tattooed swallow and tangles her legs up with mine.
“All this because of a test, I wish you would score this high all the time” I tease.
“Yeah? Well I wish you would finish folding the laundry…” she snickered
I’m really not sure about the ending but I didn’t want to keep you waiting any longer! Thank you for reading and for being so excited about me writing again after months of nothing- it means the whole world and more (also thank you if you’ve even bothered to read this boring, sappy note).
Enjoy my lovelies and let me know your thoughts, I’m quite proud of the most part of this xx
are you?” You asked, so quietly, it came out as a whisper. You could feel the
tears brimming in your eyes. You had never felt so deserted, so vulnerable, and
so useless. “I know you’re not just a friend. You sleep here every night, and
every time you look at me you look like I’ve hurt you.”
tears were now brimming in his eyes. He could see and feel the pain this had
brought you. He knew how much you hated feeling defenseless and for so long he
let you feel that way. He hadn’t even begun to surface the cause of the
Okay so first of all I’d like to appreciate those who take a minute to appreciate me. Like this really means a lot. Though I still need to learn, learn to polish myself you guys praise me. It really feels nice to know that you guys do read and like my self to some extinct. Thank you so much for supporting me peaches. Love you all xx Ria.
Here I present you some family fluff. Hope you guys like it :). Feedbacks are appreciated.
Word Count :: 1067
“Daddy!!! Mommy wake up!!!!” You heard your eldest five year old yelling with excitement laying between you guys. You grunt and rolled over pulling your little baby girl to your chest.
“Sleep Rose bud.” you mumbled massaging her scalp trying to get her to sleep as well. But being the hype girl she was, refused to settle down and sat on Harry, who was fast asleep yet.
Harry’s been busy the past days, promoting Dunkirk all over the Europe and America. He hasn’t been able to give time to his children. Rose who was 5, Noah 3 and little baby Snow who was 5 months old. He’s tired no doubt and needed sleep but he loved his kids way too much so he promised them to take them to the beach the coming sunday. Poor man didn’t know that the time would fly so quickly.
“dada !!!!” Rose whined pulling on her father’s tee shirt in order to wake him up.
“bubba sleep” Harry said the same as you and pulled her to his chest but this time she didn’t struggle. She quietly laid on his chest. Harry smiled to self still eyes closed as she pulled covers over her body, cuddling her to him. Now you were fully awake. The sight of Harry asleep with now sleeping Rose, wrapped in blanket on him was heartwarming. Seeing Harry with kids has always been a weakness of yours and when you had your own, it turned to your strength.
Getting out of the bed, you leaned down and pecked the forehead of your husband and daughter and made your way to Noah’s room. Opening the door, you found your boy sitting on the floor, with toys sprawled on the floor.
“watcha doin’ baby?” you asked crouching down.
“packin mumma. To go to the bweach.” he said busy in packing the stuff. You giggled and picked the little boy up. You set him on your hips and kissed his nose.
“Do it afterwards. Help mommy to make sandwiches first” you said. Noah loved helping you. He loved to help his mommy being momma’s boy he’s.
“okwayyyy” he said squishing your face and placed sloppy kisses on your lips. You giggled and carried him downstairs to the kitchen and sat him on his baby chair.
You were cutting the vegetables, when you heard loud screeches and giggles erupting in the house. Immediately knowing of who they were you chuckled to self and poured Noah a cup of milk.
“save me mommy!!!! The tickle monster is here″ Rose laughed running to you as she clutched to your leg. You picked her up giggling. She wrapped her arms around your neck tightly, shirking away from her Harry trying to hide herself in you as he approached you with wiggly fingers.
“where’s my baby boy???” Harry asked to god knows who as he pretended to not see Noah sitting on his baby chair. Noah laughed loudly bouncing in his chair trying to get his fathers attention.
“Herre daddy here!!!!” His baby giggle filling the house along with Rose and Harry’s as Harry picked him up.
“hi baby!!” Harry said showing his dimples which Noah happily poked. Noah always had a thing for cheeks, he loved squishing, kissing, poking the cheeks of you both. Even sometimes you’d find him poking Rose’s cheeks who’s fast asleep in her bed.
“Mornin t’yeh too beautiful.” Harry said leaning over to kiss you. Mornings without kissed were never completed.
“ready for today?” you said setting Rose down as Harry did the same with Noah. Giving him a gentle smile, you rubbed his side. Tiredness written all over his face. His eyes had bags under them, his shoulders lumped. Baby did needed to rest.
“it’s okay boo. We can go next week. You need to rest.” You said. ed about him
“no baby. I promised poppets. can’t break it” he replied with a smile. One of the traits you loved about him. He never stepped back from his words. He’d always stay committed to his words and this time this was outta love. This was for his babies and he wouldn’t break the promise at any cost.
“Don’ go far baby.” Harry said from behind with a sleeping Snow in chest carrier.You had Rose and Noah holding each of your hand as you three walked along the shoreline. Everything was perfect. The moment was perfect. The deep sound of the ocean mixed with the cool breeze hitting you face was perfect. The two munchkins jumping in the water along with the one sleeping was perfect. The man who has his shades on, glistening under the bright sun wearing a white plain tee with his jeans folded was perfect.
Coming to a halt, you allowed the too monkeys to built a sand castle while you walked with Harry along the shoreline, keeping an eye on the kids. You held his hand and kissed the smooth flesh of it.
“this is so perfect isn’t it?” you asked him. You started at the ocean and turned your face to look at him as you expected an answer in turn. But, Harry was already staring at you. His eyes adorned your face with so much love. With love that was meant for you and only you.
”thank yeh. It’s yeh who made it perfect baby. Thank yeh so much” Harry said as his eyes started to tear up.
“hey hey. what’s wrong?” you asked him collecting the tears under his eyes with your thumb.
“It’s jus’ I’m a very lucky man. I’ve yeh my love, This litle baby and those two monkeys.” Harry chuckled through tears as he looked at the two siblings covered in sand. You smiled softly cupping his right cheek as your rubbed the apple of it with your thumb.
“i love you” you said ever so softly that only he could hear.
“i love yeh too.” Harry said. Within few seconds, his lips were on yours. Your lips fitted in so perfectly, so lovingly. Each of your kiss expressed your conditional love for him. You were so into it hen tiny fingers pulled on Harry’s cheeks. Looking down he saw that Snow was awake. Her big green staring at his face giving him a toothless when she realized who that man was.
“hey beauty” Harry said cooing the little girl. Happiness couldn’t fill you more.
This was written long ago so unfortunately I am still indeed in my writing funk. My brain doesn’t seem to want to co-operate. Enjoy the Dad Harold feels.
“I miss it.” The phrase was muffled by your chest were Harry
had decided to rest his head for the night. His words were accompanied by slow
strokes over your stomach, your t-shirt pushed up to bundle around your
breasts. There was still a slight bump adorning the soft area, only being a
month post-partum. Parenthood was…challenging, to say the least. It was no lie
that there was no manual to raising a child, but you were proud of your efforts
so far, considering you were first time parents.
“Miss what, baby?” The movements of your hand fiddling with
the hair at his nape slowed and your eyebrows furrowed with confusion. You were
longing to bring your daughter to join you and Harry on the bed, but seeing as
this was only one of the few moments of peace you and Harry have had together
since her arrival, you decided she was best off in her crib that accompanied
your side of the bed. Harry had complained numerous times, but shut up once you
reminded him she could be on his side once he produced the right functions to
feed her at 3am.
“The bump, an’ havin’ her close. I mean, I love holdin’ ‘eh,
but I feel like she growing too fast. I wish we could just rewind.” Your heart
burst with love and gratitude; you silently laughed at the fact he thought she
was growing too fast. It had only been a month and she was still tiny, her
clothes hanging off her frail body. You were watching her now through the gaps
of the bars on her crib. She stirred every now and then and you held your conversation
until she settled back down.
You drummed your fingers nervously on the bathroom counter,
your nails providing a rhythmic tick in the otherwise silent room. The two
white sticks sat neatly side by side, perfectly parallel to the square stone
sink. You lifted your arm up, checked your watch, whispered, “one more minute”
under your breath, and went back to tapping your fingers.
You’d been trying for four months. Ever since that night
Harry surprised with the confession that he wanted you two to have a baby of
your own, you’d been having sex relentlessly since. Whether it was just before
you went to bed, just as you woke up, or right as Harry came through the door
and you found yourself half naked on the kitchen counter, you two had been
trying. You hadn’t realized how truly bad you wanted to be a mom until it
seemed like it was never going to happen.
Every month, just before you were set to get your period,
you took two tests moments after you woke up like clockwork. And every month,
like clockwork, they came out negative. You had told Harry that night that it
would take a while, but even you didn’t believe the words that came out of your
mouth in that moment.