you're my last shot

you talk too much*

Harry is driving Y/N insane today.

It's not even really his fault. Clementine is being especially fussy and only calms down when he's holding her, which in turn, makes Y/N feel like a shitty mom, even if it's only barely been three months since she was born. Her breasts are sore from pumping milk, she's tired, and, if she's being completely honest, she's annoyed that despite the lack of sleep the both of them have been getting, Harry still manages to look so good.

When he's finally able to get Clementine down for a nap, he traipses to the living room to find Y/N sitting there alone, stewing in her own annoyance.

"There you are," he says, lifting a hand to run it through his messy hair. His sweatshirt rises up a bit, revealing an inkling of the laurels tattooed on his hips, and it only makes the pit of vexation grow deep in her chest. "Hungry? I was thinking of making a panini for lunch."

She shrugs.

"What's the matter?" he pushes, his bottom lip pouting out slightly. She wants to roll her eyes at him but resists the urge, attempting to soothe her irritation by telling herself that he's just trying to help.

"If you're not in the mood for a panini, I can always—"

"You talk too much," Y/N grumbles, glaring at him with fire in her eyes, "How about we use your mouth for something else?"

His eyes widen. "Is that why you're pissy today? You just need an orgasm?"

She's slightly surprised by his equally feisty response, but she doesn't blame him for it. He walks towards her, towering over her as he stands above her form, and takes her chin into his palm.

"You know you can always just ask." he murmurs, thumbing over her cheek. She narrows her eyes at him.

"Just do something." she mutters reluctantly, and it makes him smirk. Without a word, he removes his grasp from her face.

"All fours." he instructs. It sends a shiver down her spine but she obeys instantly, flipping onto her hands and knees. She feels the couch dip from behind her and she assumes it's from the weight of his body. Her suspicions are proven correct when he palms over the thick of her ass, though her bottom half is still covered by thin sleep shorts.

He doesn't warn her before he yanks them down to her knees, a mouthy chuckle leaving his lips at the sight of her bare bum.

"Ooh, you're not even wearing underwear. Trying to tell me something?"

She rolls her eyes at his teasing and pushes back against his hand, wordlessly begging him to do something. He snorts.

"Brat," he mumbles. It's not a moment longer before his palm smacks down against her ass cheek, making her gasp. He's never spanked her before — not because she doesn't like it, but because their sexual encounters have never gotten that rough. It leaves her skin stinging and her core throbbing.

"I never knew you liked getting spanked." he says all too casually. Despite not facing him, she can feel him analyzing her. Her eyes flutter shut when he runs a finger between her lips, collecting the wetness that's already pooling. "Guess I should've known, though. So desperate after being rude to me all day."

She huffs into the pillow and it makes him snicker.

This time, he issues a second slap to the crease just above her thigh. The force pushes her forward just slightly, her eyes rolling back from the sting of pain as she buries her nose into the throw pillow. It smells like him, and it makes a zap of electricity sizzle down her spine.

"'s good," she slurs, swallowing wetly, "Feels good."

Harry hums as he wraps an arm around her waist and pushes her up onto her knees. A delayed yelp sounds from her mouth as he pulls her into his lap, glancing down to find his hard length throbbing underneath his sweatpants. He haphazardly reaches beneath the soft fabric and pulls himself out, pumping once before smearing the pre-cum over her pussy. She shudders from the dirty act.

"Want you inside," she says, biting down on her bottom lip.

"Yeah?" he mocks, pushing the tip of his cock inside. Her head dips back and she whimpers. "Let's play a game. First one to cum loses. Got it?"

"O-okay—"

But when he slams into a second later, a shattered moan escaping her throat, she already knows there's no way she's winning this game.