Love love love!! stepmum/yn and Brin <3
how would her and Harry's convo about having kids go? He said he hasn't thought about it but we know he could NOT get it out of his head now!!
Ever since Brin brought up wanting a baby brother, Harry's mind had been racing. He thought about it for a while, fighting himself on it purely because he was scared to have another kid. He loved Y/N, and she was nothing like his ex wife, but what if she ended up leaving him? It was nerve wrecking to think about.
The trauma of trying to be a dad by himself, and having an ex wife that wanted nothing to do with Brin or him, it stuck with him. It was safe to say that he was hesitant. He was scared to be left alone to do it all by himself. He wasn't even sure if he was a good dad, or not. Sometimes he really questioned if he was doing this whole parenting thing right.
But weeks after Christmas, he found himself staring at his wife, his fingers fiddling with each other as the question rested at the tip of his tongue. She was laying flat on her stomach, legs crossed in the air as she read her favorite book. He wondered how long they were going to last, if he was going to fuck this relationship up just like the last, or if she was going to leave him while he slept.
"Hey, honey?" His voice wavered through a nervous tone, a hint of rasp to it from not speaking for so long. She hummed in response, sparing him a small glance before looking back to her book. He swallowed thickly, wiping the sweat from his palms as he leaned forward, "Do you ever think about, uh...what Brin said?"
She hummed. "What did Brin say?"
"About..." He shrugged, pinching his eyes shut for a moment, "Having a baby brother?"
She whipped her head towards him, fingers clutching the book tightly before slowly shutting it. Putting the book to the side, she pushed herself off of her stomach and met his height where she sat.
"I didn't really think much about it, no," She said softly, wrapping herself into the blanket, "Have...you?"
Harry was embarrassed to admit it. He had been thinking about it for some time. Ever since it left his daughter's mouth. Harry let out a nervous chuckle, shaking his head as if it was going to save him from the conversation that he started.
"I mean, yeah...a little bit," He whispered, avoiding any eye contact with her as she bored her eyes into his, "I don't know, just...Maybe I want another kid? But, I don't know. I'm really confused. I just don't wanna mess this up."
Y/N didn't think they would have this conversation so soon. She thought maybe it would be sometime next year once they pay their car off, or maybe when they found another house--a bigger one, to live in.
"You want another kid?" She breathed out softly, a weak smile across her lips as she scooted towards him, taking his shaking hands into hers, "I mean, Harry, we are married. It's only natural, right? And plus, I really don't think that you would screw anything up. You're a wonderful dad to Brin."
Harry shook his head. "I'm scared..." He breathed, "That you will leave me just like my ex wife did. And then what will I do? I barely got through with Brin and it's like, I didn't even know what being a good dad was."
Her eyes widened, more like a punch to the gut. She didn't know that Harry had felt this way. They had always communicated their feelings, but this was something deeper. She couldn't ever imagine leaving Harry. She was in love with him, wanting to spend the rest of her life with him.
"Harry, what? I would never leave you!" She frowned, pulling him close as her hands cupped his worried face, "I love you, okay? If I didn't want to be with you then I wouldn't have started dating you."
"I know," He wrapped his thick fingers around her wrist, letting out a shallow breath, "I love you too, but I'm just absolutely terrified...I don't--I want to be a good dad."
"You are a great dad, and a great husband, Harry," She argued, shaking her head in disbelief that he would think something like this about himself, "I know what it's like to have your head full of demons that try to make you feel lesser, but to me and brin..." She paused, placing her head against his.
"You are everything." She breathed.
Harry didn't notice the hot tears that ran down his cheeks until she was using the pads of her fingers to brush them away from his reddened face.
"I am so in love with you," He reached out to palm her hair, "That it hurts me."
"Ditto," She placed a soft kiss to his lips, fluttering her eyes shut, "If you want to have a baby, I would love to do that too. I think it would be nice."
"Y'think so?" Harry smiled weakly, "You really wanna have a kid with me?"
"I do, baby," She smiled back, "I really do."
maybe some jealous and posessive older!H? Y/n’s ex keeps calling her and H gets mad and picks up the phone while having sex saying things like: ‘She is in good hands, mate. She just keeps squirting on daddy’s cock, since she finally has a man that can take care of her. Haha
OH MY JSAHDJDSJASK YES
"Good girl, holy fuck," Harry grunted as he drilled his cock deep into the girl underneath him. She moaned out into the pillow, hands interlocked with Harry's as he held her down to fuck her tight pussy. It was all going good, the sex was amazing, but the only thing was that her phone was buzzing on the dresser all night long. Call after call after call.
"He's not gonna stop--" She gasped when Harry thrusted into her, her eyes squinting closed, "Calling! Ah, fuck!"
"God fuckin--" Harry grunted as he bottomed out in her, stilling his movements while he held her hips to his. He let out a hiss, eyes glancing towards the phone that was ringing once again. He leaned over, snatching the phone from the dresser as he stared down at the name. Some guy named Lucas. She had told him about that guy once before, and from what Harry heard, her ex was a piece of shit.
He nibbled his lip, lost in thought as the phone continued to ring. To answer or not to answer? He thought to himself. Of course, he was so overprotective of her and wanted him to leave her alone--maybe a wake up call was in order for him to fuck off. Using his thumb, he swiped the phone open and placed the phone to his ear.
"Hello?" He panted out.
"Who the fuck is this?" The other man on the line screamed through the phone. Harry chuckled out, rolling his hips in and out of her slowly. Y/N gasped out, throwing her head back as a groan ripped through the back of her throat.
"Harry. Who's this?" He breathed out softly as he continued to fuck up into his girl. The man started yelling over the phone, calling him a piece of shit and that he wanted to talk to Y/N--but Harry was too focused on the woman under her and how wet her pussy was.
"Mm, she's busy right now," Harry grumbled, "Kinda in the middle of something, mate. My cock is buried deep in her, cus y'know, she loves it so much. Don't you, sweetheart?"
Harry pulled the phone away from his ear, pointing it near her, and at the same time he started to fuck his cock deep inside of her--thrusting in and out at a quick pace. She cried out his name, heavy breaths leaving her lips as she moaned and groaned for him.
"H-Harry, f-feels so good! P-please!" She whined. Harry chuckled darkly, bringing the phone back to his ear as he continued to fuck her.
"She's such a good girl, don't ya think, Lucas? Such a good girl, with such a pretty tight pussy," Harry mumbled softly, a grunt leaving his lips as he stilled his hips once more, "So stop calling us. We are too busy at the moment, asshat. This is your final warning." He hissed before hanging the phone up and tossing it to the floor.
"Now," He breathed out, spreading his hands around her thighs slowly, "Where were we, baby? Ah--yes, you were about to drench my cock, isn't that right?"
"H-Harry, you--" She gulped thickly, her nails digging into his skin as he continued to roll his hips faster. Harry licked over his dry lips, jaw slack as he fucked up into her. Her pussy made loud wet sounds, their thighs slapping against one another as he drilled into her.
"Tell me I'm the only one that can make you feel this way. You know it's fuckin' true," He hissed out, hovering over her before grabbing her face, making indents into her cheeks. She nodded quickly, cursing under her breath. Harry chuckled lowly, pressing a soft kiss to her lips before straightening his back up.
"That's what I thought."