me: *internally* bitch, you best respect my mother fucking man. do you even know who you’re talking to? that man is the sunshine of my existence. you don’t deserve his silky smooth voice in your life. how dare you? who do you even think you are. you got my eye twitching. my palms are sweating. you’re lucky we’re in a public place or i’d whoop your little ass.
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.