you're my last shot

y/n has to beg for it*

At this point, Y/N thinks she could wear a sign that says "please fuck me" and Harry wouldn't budge.

She's a month or so out from her due date — her stomach is bulging with their growing baby and doing the smallest tasks is a hardship. From tying her shoes to taking a bath, Harry insists on helping her with everything, but only because she's too stubborn to ask for his assistance. She's even on maternity leave from her job now, so she just putzes around Harry's apartment during the day, watching TV and getting up to pee every 10 minutes because the baby keeps pressing on her bladder.

Given everything she's dealing with right now, she thinks the least Harry could do is stick his cock in her and fuck her dumb.

But of course, he's him. And he's worried about the baby, he's worried about Y/N, and having sex with her is the last thing on his mind. She's done everything she can think of: Last week, she had a sexy lingerie set on when he came home from work, but he just told her she looked beautiful. A few days ago, she asked him to take a bath with her, but instead he just sat at the side and helped her wash her hair.

And tonight, as they lay in bed, she knows Harry is pretending to be asleep while she lays on her back, cradling her bump. She moves her leg and nudges him with her foot, only to met with silence.

She does it three more times and hisses his name before he finally turns onto his side to face her.

"'s a matter?" he asks groggily.

"Can you just fuck me please?" she blurts out, an annoyed edge to her voice.

"It's not safe," he mumbles as he reaches out to stroke his fingertips over her thigh. "Trust me, I wish I could."

"I looked it up. If we do it doggy style, it's fine."

"Romantic."

Y/N rolls her eyes, "Please? You know I hate begging."

"That's true."

She sighs in frustration and he chuckles, rolling back over to fumble through the nightstand on his side. She can't quite see what he's doing in the dark, but a moment later, he closes the drawer and gets up on his knees, parting her thighs to sit between them.

"I'm not gonna fuck you. I would never be able to forgive myself if something happened," he says softly, reaching up to brush over her bump, "But I did get something for you for when you got this far along in the pregnancy."

She quirks a brow and he grabs the item he pulled out from his nightstand. In his hand, there's a silicone sex toy. She's seen similar ones before — it's long and curved at the end, designed to stimulate her g-spot, but it vibrates, too.

"I can use this on you if you'd like."

"Yes," she blurts out without a second thought, "Yes. Please."

He chuckles and leans down carefully, pressing their lips together. The kiss is slow and hesitant, despite Y/N wishing nothing more than for him to manhandle the way she knows he can. He's unhurried in his movements as he breaks their kiss, pushing his lips over her neck and down to her chest, stomach, and finally, her mound.

He's clearly not in the mood to tease, knowing how badly she needs this right now. With gentle fingers, he parts her pussy lips and swallows harshly when he sees how wet she is. He moves his pointer finger up to her engorged clit, rubbing over it lightly.

"Why didn't you tell me you needed me this badly?" he asks teasingly, allowing a gob of saliva to drip down from his mouth and to her clit.

"Shut up," she mutters, holding in a desperate whimper.

He snorts and turns the vibrations on the lowest setting. Softly, he places the toy up against her clit, allowing the sensations to stimulate the spot she needs most. Immediately, a moan breaks free from her throat, her head falling back against the plushy pillow.

"That feel good?"

She muffles out an affirmative sound and he chuckles to himself.

"Can I stretch this pretty pussy out?" he murmurs, glancing up to see her nodding quickly. He hums and pushes the toy inside of her, cursing to himself as he watches her pulsate around the silicone. "There you go, angel girl. Take this fake cock and pretend it's mine, hm?"

She's a moaning, writhing mess above, reaching to grasp the streets for a semblance of grounding. He makes quick work of thrusting the toy in and out of her, making sure to push it far enough to stroke at her g-spot every time.

"That's so fucking good," she whines, "Thank you, thank you!"

"Think I like you better this way," he mocks as he uses two fingertips to brush over her clit, rubbing tight circles into the nerves. "All compliant and subby for me. What do you think?"

"Fuck— s-shut up!"

"Careful," Harry warns, issuing a swift slap to her clit. She whimpers loudly, her back arching slightly given the size of her bump. "Don't be a brat."

"Wanna cum, let me cum— fuck, please, Harry—"

He doubles down on his efforts, pushing the dildo up against her g-spot and moving it deep inside of her.

"Gonna squirt for me, sweetheart?" he says with a teasing tone, "You wanted to cum so bad, didn't you? Show me then, make it worth it. Soak my face."

A silent cry falls from her mouth, tears leaking steadily from the sides of her eyes as she reaches her orgasm. For the first time ever, she does exactly what he asks for, a gush of liquid exploding all over Harry's hands and arms as he works her through it. He groans, cursing from the sight.

"That's it, that's my girl."

Immediately, she's shaking, her hands ducking down to press Harry away from her lower half. He chuckles as he turns the toy off and tosses it off the bed, making a mental note to wash it in the morning. He knows he'll have to change the sheets and clean her up before they actually go to sleep, but the only thing he cares about is giving her face a thousand kisses right now.