Harry Styles imagines + preferences

Sexy showers + breakie 🥐🍑 {smut}

Part 6

After her daily throwing up, they're in the shower together, his head resting against her belly as he whispers a 'good morning' to her baby bump. In response he can feel the baby kicking, leaving an imprint of it's little foot against the flesh of her skin.. then he whispers against her ear 'so fucking hot.. sexy mama'. She's aroused by it all, lust pooling in her eyes. She's been extra horny these couple of days, hungry for his love.

'Need you, handsome.. fuck I really need to feel you' she begs.

Needless to say, they're love making. Him whispering 'this belly's so beautiful' 'nice and slow.. jus' for you, love' 'feelin' extra warm, love. S'nice' 'don't wanna hurt the baby, do we, love?'.. and she's content to finally have that intimacy she's missed on since the beginning of her pregnancy.

'Almost there, love. Don't hold back' he encourages her.

and she lets herself go, digging her nails into his shoulder as her body trembles in exhaustion.. then he too orgasms shortly after, riding out their high.

'Lets get you cleaned up, love' he whispers, pulling out of her gently.

She's so lucky to have found him at the right place and the right time.

Holding a coffee in one hand as the other grips onto her book tightly, she scurries along the streets of Notting Hill. She's already nipped into the record store in search for the 'blue' album by Joni Mitchell. But failed miserably.. and so she just passes her way around commuters. Then suddenly bumps into a stranger. She apologises profusely, avoiding looking up out of embarrassment. 'S'entirely my fault' he apologises. She finally looks up at him and boy was he handsome. Chocolate curls, emerald eyes, cute dimples, tattoos. He holds out his hand for her to shake and she juggles her book into her other hand to shake it. 'Ah! Moby Dick. 'Call me Ishmael''. She's stunned, captivated even. 'You know Moby Dick?' She asks him. 'Any book lover will know Moby Dick. Jus' how it is'. That's how they began their morning run ins. Eventually him asking her out.

He helps her out of the shower and they both dress and make their way downstairs. He's often too distracted to even start the kettle. Lips passionately kissing hers as she sits patiently on the kitchen counter.

'M'hungry' she whines.

and so to keep her happy, he hands her a bowl of craves cereal with chocolate filling while he munches on fruit.

'S'not healthy' he points out.

'S'not for me, s'for the baby' she snorts.

and then he nudges his nose against hers, whispering a 'I know, Jus' messing with ya' which earns him a slap across the chest.

'M'sorry' he apologises.

They're quick on their feet, scurrying to the living room where they watch reruns of friends, passionate kisses and whispers to her baby bump.

'Cozy in there' he whispers.

He's feeling the baby kick again, a gasp falling from his lips.

'and I love you too, little one'