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Y/N has a busy night ahead of her.
Her friend asked a few hours ago if she could watch her baby because her and her husband haven't had a date night in ages, so of course Y/N obliged.
"You're a life saver, Y/N. Haven't had a night out in what feels like forever; haven't felt sexy... just, thanks. I know tonight will put a spark back in our relationship," Y/N's friend speaks.
"No worries! I love babies." Y/N smiles at the infant while playing with his little feet.
"His bottle is in his bag - two, actually - and there's his blanket he loves to sleep with, and his pacifier to help him calm down a bit if he's being fussy, and a pink giraffe stuffie - he likes to nibble on its ear - and-"
"Relax!" Y/N comforts her friend by putting her hand on her shoulder. "It'll be fine! I used to babysit as a kid and through high school." She returns her focus back to the baby on her bed, wiggling his foot. "You'll be in good hands."
The mother says her goodbyes to her child and gives Y/N a kiss on the cheek, thanking her one more time for babysitting, and exits through the front door.
"Now it's just you and me, mister." Y/N plops down on the bed and tickles the baby's tummy, smiling when he begins giggling.
And before Y/N knows it, it's about time for the child to be picked up. (Time flies when you're having fun). When the mother texts Y/N she's a few minutes away, another text comes through Y/N's phone.
"Baby, you home? I'm outside. Forgot my key."
Y/N rolls her eyes and chuckles while standing up, hiking the baby up in her arms to go answer the door.
"Hi, baby." Harry leans forward to peck her lips. "And... baby." His eyebrows pinch together in amused confusion as he examines the infant in Y/N's arms.
"Harry, how could you forget your key? I painted it polka dot so it could stand out on your key ring."
"Forget the key. Who's this little guy?" Harry follows after Y/N into her bedroom, playing a mini game of peek-a-boo after she sets the baby onto the mattress.
"This is Oliver, my friend Stefanie's baby." She coos at Oliver, swaying his ankles back and forth while Harry fiddles with the baby's tiny hands. "Isn't he the cutest? His eyes alone make me want to cry."
Harry watches Y/N interact with the baby, a smile etching onto his face, full of adoration. "You'd be great with our kids," he blurts out.
"What?" Y/N's head snaps up, not sure if she heard him correctly. Before she can ask him to repeat himself, there's a knock at her front door, as well as a text from her friend telling her she's arrived. "Hide in the bathroom!"
Harry's face is full of confusion. "Excuse m-"
"I don't want her to think I had you over the whole time and that I didn't take care of little Olly!" She shoos him into the bathroom, shutting the door right behind her.
She rushes to get the baby's things together, meeting the mother at the front door, and speaking briefly about the infant's behavior. The conversation didn't last long, as Y/N heard Harry rustling in her bedroom (luckily Stefanie didn't, due to being engrossed in her baby, clearly missing him from the few hours apart) and urged her fiend to go home with the baby to catch up on their time apart; a dumb excuse, but Y/N couldn't risk her silly, stupid boyfriend from coming out and ruining her reputation. Amongst the two, Y/N is the organized and responsible one, while Harry is laid back and goes with the flow.
After Stefanie leaves, Harry's voice is heard through Y/N's bedroom door.
"Can I come out now?"
Y/N stomps over and swings her door open. "You big goofy! I told you to stay in the bathroom!"
"S'cold in there!" He pulls her close to him and nuzzles his face into her neck, claiming he's trying to muster up some warmth.
"Yeah right! You're just tryna get in my pants." She giggles and pulls his hair playfully, to which Harry bites her earlobe.
"Would that be such a bad thing?" He backs them up against the bed, and Y/N falls backward onto the mattress. "Haven't played with you in a week, have I?" The phrasing makes Y/N's cheeks burn hot; such a simple, innocent sentence, but with a completely different, sexual innuendo behind it when Harry uses it. It makes her legs turn into jelly, and she's thankful she's already lying down or else she'd be on the floor.
"No." Her voice comes out more high-pitched than she would've preferred, but she usually loses all control over herself when Harry's body is pressed to hers. "I've been busy."
"Yeah, yeah - studying for that big presentation at your job. It's over now though, right?" He brings his head up to look her in the eyes, to which she blushes from the intense stare and looks away. "So you're all mine for the weekend." His hand sneaks down between her thighs, his thumb brushing over her jean-clad covered center, and she raises her hips to get more out of it. "Don't be greedy."
Y/N's lips puff out in a pouty fashion, feeling a bit offended. "I am not!" She tries her best to look upset with him, but Harry just thinks she look adorable, and pecks her on the chin a few times.
"It's okay, baby. I'm greedy for you, too." With one hand, he unbuttons her pants and slips his hand inside both her jeans and panties, and she gasps when the pads of his fingers make contact with her already swollen clit. "Barely even touched you yet, and you're already soaking. M'just that good, aren't I?" His smile is smug, and usually Y/N would want to playfully slap it off his face, but right now she wants to have it between her thighs. "You know... I liked seeing you with that baby earlier; made me wanna put a baby in you and have one of our own." Y/N's head is swimming. She doesn't know how to process the stimuli around her: Harry's long fingers massaging her swollen bud but also speaking about having a baby with her. It makes her dizzy, and she doesn't know how to respond.
"Harry," it comes out breathier than she planned, already feeling immensely wound up, and she's only getting two of Harry's fingers right now. "You... you wanna have a... with me?"
He nuzzles his face in her neck, nibbling on the skin. "Mhmm."
Despite the arousal she's feeling, she's also overwhelmed with a sense of warmth and affection. Her and Harry never really discussed kids before - they aren't even married! - but the knowledge of him wanting to have a baby with her is melting her insides.
"You'd be so good with our kids; the best mum. I jus' know it." His head leaves her neck as he slides down her body to remove her bottoms. "Whadaya say? You wanna 'av a baby with me?" His voice is deep and raspy, and when Y/N looks down, she nearly chokes when she sees how hard Harry's cock is in his pants. His mammal instincts to pass on his genes is going strong right now, and for some reason, Y/N thinks it's very sexy.
"Yes." She grabs onto his hair and pulls him back up, to which he chuckles while trying to remove her top.
"I need to get undressed, too, babe."
He rises off her slightly, just to his knees, and swiftly removes himself of all clothing. His cock bobs up, hard as a pole, and hits his stomach. Dollops of precum slather against his adbdomen, and Y/N wishes it was on her tongue.
"Ya ready to make a baby with me, darlin'?" His arms hook under her thighs to bring her closer to him, and she releases a string of agreements, moaning yes every time his leaking cockhead slaps against her clit. "Gonna stuff you so full, don't want any slipping out." He thrusts into her, watching her head loll back, and his eyes darken with a primal instinct to mark her as his. He lowers himself onto her and speeds up his movements, just a tick, as he sucks lovebites all over her neck. "All mine." It comes out more as a growl, and Y/N's so overwhelmed, she thinks she may cum faster than she usually does.
"All yours, Harry." She whines into his neck when he begins swiveling his hips against her pelvis, claiming wanna be as deep inside ya as I can, sweetheart, and she knows she's near the brink. "Wanna have your baby."
That sends Harry over the edge, and he's slamming into her quicker than intended. His original plan was to take his time and make slow love to her, but right now, he's feeling exceedingly horny, and he needs to cum more than he ever has. The thought of coming inside her excites him - they've only ever done it once, and it was on accident in the shower - and he can't wait any longer. He pushes himself to the hilt inside her warm, wet walls, and holds himself there as he stills, shooting his cum as deep inside her as he can.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck." He repeats it over and over, feeling his own spunk covering his softening cock because there's so much, and he has to pull out before he gets hard again. As his cockhead leaves her warm sheath, his cum does so as well, oozing onto the mattress beneath her bottom, and the sight is so erotic, it has him stiffening between his legs in seconds. His hormones are getting the best of him tonight, and he flips her over onto her tummy in one quick motion. She lets out a squeak and turns her head around to face him. "Gotta fuck you again, love. Some of my cum fell out." She blushes intensely (and not because of the orgasm she just had) and giggles when Harry raises her bottom into the air, giving it a little slap.
"But it's gonna fall out in this position, too!"
"We'll just have to see, won't we, mummy?"
The name makes her abdomen clench, and she decides to play his little game. "Yes, daddy."
Harry grabs himself by the base and slips back inside her, pushing her front back down to the bed, and laying his body on top of hers. As his cock works itself in and out of her cunt, his lips wander from her shoulder blades up to her ear.
"Gonna make me a daddy, and m'gonna make you a mummy, right baby? Gonna give me a baby?"
Y/N doesn't know what about it all is so sexy to her, but she's coming again very quickly, and she's thankful Harry slipped his bicep next to her head for her to bite on.
"That's right, sweetheart. Get my cock all nice and wet." He's hammering away now, his hips slamming into her ass, and the sound is downright filthy. Harry's a groaning heap, his throat even burning a bit from how deep he's emitting these noises, and his teeth dig into her shoulder as he cums for a second time. His cock feels absolutely filthy, and it looks so as well. When he pulls out of her, his shaft is coated in white from his cum and shiny from the wetness coating Y/N's walls. It almost makes Harry hard a third time, but he knows Y/N needs time to recuperate if they were to have another go around. "You okay, baby?"
"Uh-huh." She lazily nods her head and rests her cheek on a pillow. "Did any slip out?"
Harry bends down between her thighs and splits her pussy open with his thumbs to examine her. "A bit, but not much," he assures her with two gentle pats from his large hands, "you got it all inside ya." He crawls up to be level with her and plants a kiss on her cheek. "Gonna have our own baby in a few months, yeah?" The smile on his face is warm and genuine, and Y/N returns it.
"Yeah. M'gonna start picking out names tomorrow." She chuckles while burrowing against his chest and peppers kisses all over his jaw. "I love you." Her eyes are shining, full of adoration, and Harry's are equally as so.
"I love you more." He pecks her lips and wraps his arms around her back, falling asleep with the knowledge of their lives going to be entwining even more with love and happiness.
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