desirable:(adjective)

wished for as being an attractive, useful, or necessary course of action. "it is desirable to check that nothing has been forgotten." -synonyms: advantageous, advisable, wise, sensible, prudent, recommendable; helpful, useful, beneficial, worthwhile, profitable, preferable, expedient, in everyone's interests. "it is desirable that they should meet and get to know each other." -antonyms: disadvantageous

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"You know you know you know I'm crazy, I just wanna be your baby. You can fuck me, you can play me, you can love and you can hate me." 

Song - Bad Girl

Artist - Avril Lavigne

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...Smut warning...

Harry

Joe is still the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on, regardless of her injuries. I don't get why she can think any differently. In my eyes, she will always be beautiful no matter what.

I can't wait to marry this woman and seeing our babies for the first time.

My hands trace the outline of her curves, I can feel the effect I have on her, and that turns me on even more. 

I love how her body always reacts to my touch. 

I kicked our clothing to the side so that I can stand flush against her naked body and between her open legs. I didn't expect things to get heated so quickly, not that I'm complaining. 

This is never just sex for me, when I'm with Joe it's always making love.

Fuck, that sounds so cheesy but it's true.

I bring my hand over her heat, dipping a finger past her folds. "Fuck, you're so wet," A grunt leaves my lips as I push my finger inside of her. 

Joe moans, her head falling back and she grips the edges of the sink. 

Her face suddenly shows discomfort,  and I notice she winches. "H-Harry, I-I can't do it like this," She stutters, her blue eyes glancing at her cast. "It feels so uncomfortable,"

I remove my finger from her and bring it up to my mouth, sucking it dry. "You don't have to sit there baby," I grip her hips and gently pull her off. "Can you put any weight on it?" I ask, referring to her leg.

"I-I think so," She holds onto me as her feet touch the tiles covering the bathroom floor. "Only a little bit, why Harry?"

"Turn around for me," She does as I asked and turns on her heel. "Good girl, now bend over." Again Joe does what I have asked, she grips the edge of the sink and points her butt out towards me. I grip her hips then slide one arm underneath to support her. "If you get sore, tell me okay?"

"Okay," She response as I line myself up with her entrance. "Did you l-lock the door?"

"Yeah, I would never allow anyone to walk in on us and besides this area is off-limits for the crew," I explain, teasing her by sliding my tip over her entrance a few times and collect her moisture. "Always ready for me baby,"

"Harry, no teasing, please, I-" Her voice is cut off when I buckle my hips forward causing me to slide easily and effortlessly all the way into her, then pull almost all the way and repeat it. "Oh my god," She moans out as a set a slow rhythm. 

"You like it this way babygirl?" I lean down and plant kisses along her spine while I keep the slow, yet, deep thrusts. "Do you like it when I take you from behind? Speak to me Joe, tell me if it's good for you too," My breaths come out as puffs against her soft skin. 

I grip her hips a little tighter so she's not putting too much weight on her leg.

"Y-yes, ooh god Harry, it feels so good," I almost come from just her words alone. "Faster, please." 

I comply with her request and speed up just a little but keep my thrusts deep. Soon the sound of our heavy breathing and moans, plus our skin coming together; fills the bathroom.

Her legs shake and she moans loudly when I hit a certain spot deep within her. 

The pleasure is building in me, I don't know how much longer I can keep this up. Shit.

"Come with me," I tell her, giving her a hard thrust.

"H-Harry," She cries out.

We both come at the same time, I feel her walls tighten and my length jerks as I release inside of her, coating her walls. 

Joe's legs wobble, and she grips the sink for support, her breathing is heavy and eyes closed. 

I rest my chin on her shoulders while using my hands to help keep her standing. "I love you, Joe,"

Her eyes open and she looks at me through the mirror in front of us, "And I love you," She giggles. "That was intense."

"Mmm, how are you though?" I'm concerned about her injuries, last time we had sex she was so sore afterwards. "Are you okay? Are the twins okay?" I ask while I pull out of her amazing body.

I miss her already.

"I'm fine," She smiles attempting to stand up but when I notice her lack of steadiness, I quickly wrap both arms around her. "Harry, I'm fine, just a little sore-"

"Shit, did I hurt you?"

"No, no, I'm okay, we're okay," She motions to her small baby bump. "Harry I mean, I'm just sore down there," Her cheeks flush.

I mentally facepalm myself but I'm relieved. "Oh, come on, we can sleep for a bit." 

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Joe

I didn't realise how much I miss home until Harry's jet landed at the Melbourne Airport. 

Harry helped me down the stairs and into a white van with tinted windows. "Welcome home love," he slid on the chair next to me as the driver placed our suitcases in the back. 

"Thank you so much for bringing me home," I grinned and kissed him. I love the feeling of his lips on mine. "I don't know how I can ever thank you, Harry."

A smirk appears on his face, "I think I know a way," His hand rests on my thigh. "You were so hot bent over that sink,"

"Harry!" Heat rushes to my cheeks. "I was hoping I'd be able to show you the place I grew up."

Harry wraps an arm around me, "I'd love that babe."

The second I turned my phone on, it wouldn't stop beeping.

My eyes scanned the screen.

Twenty-four new text messages, all from Luke.

"What is it?" Harry squeezed my thigh. "Joe?"

I ignored Harry and opened the last message I received.

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From: Luke the Penguin

Joe, she's getting worse, please call me when you get this.

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What? Please be okay mum, please.

I opened the one before that.

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From: Luke the Penguin

How is this even fair? I'm here with our sick mum while you're over fucking Harry in New York? She's dying Joe!

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Before I could tell Harry anything, I hit the call button. 

I chewed on my bottom lip. 

Luke's voice came through hoarse, he answered on the second ring. "Joe,"

"Luke, what's-"

"Oh god, Joe, she's-she's-"

Please no.

Harry could tell something was wrong, had pulled me against him. "Joe?"

"Joe, it's mum," He started crying, sobs coming through the phone. "I'm so sorry, Joe, I tried to call you but-"

"Luke is mum okay?"

"No," That's all it took for me the break down, tears fell down my cheeks and my bottom lip trembled. "She's gone,"

"No!"

"Joe, mum's dead." 

I didn't even get a chance to tell her I'm pregnant.

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a/n 

sorry for not updating in awhile. 

Poor Joe :(