you're my last shot

harry gets turned on by her bump*

"Why are you being weird?"

Harry's eyes snap to look at Y/N, who's propped up on his couch beside him. Her sweatshirt, which looked so cozy earlier today when she came over to talk through building a registry, is now bunched up under the band of her bra, revealing her slowly growing bump.

She's just over the four month hurdle and officially in her second trimester. They were both excited when she first started showing (Harry more than her, to be honest), but he catches her in sweet moments of cradling her rounded tummy when they're out and about, or even smiling down at it sometimes.

It's sweet, really. And he's always thought she's beautiful, even when they didn't speak very much and she spent most of her time glaring at him from across the table at get-togethers. But there's something about the pregnancy glow, in particular, that has him enthralled by her appearance.

He imagines his heightened horniness comes down to a few things. One, it's been three months since he's hooked up with anyone, so he's been sticking to solo sessions with his hand, which never quite satiate his craving for sex anyway. Two, Y/N is a little mean to him, and if he's being honest, he likes being teased during sex. He likes their little back-and-forth riffs, even if they both act as if they're annoyed by it.

And three... well, reason number three is simple, and primal, and, in complete honesty, a little embarrassing.

Harry gets turned on knowing that she's carrying his baby.

He wishes he didn't, but he does, and with her just laying there, brushing her fingertips up and down the slight height of her bump... it does a lot for him.

Too much, actually.

"I'm not acting weird," he mutters, clearing his throat as he reaches into the bowl of popcorn he set on the coffee table.

"You keep shifting around. You're being antsy. Do you have the zoomies or something?"

He rolls his eyes, "No, I'm not a dog."

She hums and redirects her attention back to the TV. Harry thinks he's in the clear until she tucks the waistband of her leggings a little further down. He can see a sliver of the band of her panties covering her hip in his peripheral vision, and it makes him swallow harshly. He can feel himself plumping up steadily now and he shifts again, attempting to tuck his length into the waistband of his own trousers.

"You're being antsy again," Y/N points out and he huffs, "Do you have to pee? Are you trying to hide a boner?"

He knows she's joking but he can't help it when his cheeks instantly redden, his lips parting to defend himself. With raised eyebrows, she realizes she's right and she cackles loudly.

"Oh my god! What about this situation is turning you on?" she laughs, his blush deepening, "Is it because we're watching Friends? Is Jennifer Aniston doing it for you?"

"Shut up!" he exclaims, tossing a piece of popcorn in her direction.

"Wait!" she yelps through wide eyes, "Oh my god. Wait a second. Harry... are you turned on by my bump?"

His face is bright red now and Y/N's mouth is wide open, a cackle cutting the tension in the room as she realizes she's right. He's groaning in embarrassment with his head tucked into his hands, shifting his body to turn away from hers.

"Oh my god, this is insane," she laughs, taking a deep breath once her giggling has calmed down some, "Are you that insatiable that this stupid thing is turning you on?"

"Don't call your stomach stupid," he mutters through his hands. "Our baby is in there."

"That's not what I meant and you know it." she replies, flipping the waistband of her leggings back up. Gently, she sits up and shimmies over to him, placing a chaste hand to the back of his shoulder.