#harrysmut

"He has missed you today, and he made sure to keep reminding me." You say as you step forward and run your fingers through the delicate curls in your sons hair. "Kept pointing at the door during lunchtime today whilst repeating 'dada?" You explain and Harry's heart visibly melts as he cuddles his son closer to his chest.

"No way? You sure he wasn't just babbling?" Harry almost doesn't believe it.

"I'm serious. It felt like he was asking me 'where is dad?' Or 'is dad behind the door?'." You add on. Harry's face softens and he picks up your son so he's eye level with Harry.

"You are the smartest little boy ever. I love you so much little man." Harry says with a pout, finishing off his statement with attacking kisses to your baby, resulting in those cute baby cackling noises coming from your son. No sound in the world could beat that.

"You ready to go home now? I need to stop and get some more nappies on the way home so we need to leave before the store closes." You announce, hoping his session was already over by the time you walked in.

"Yeah, I'll just pack up and say bye to the boys." He hands back your baby's to you. "Ideas for dinner tonight?" He asks whilst placing a warm kiss to your temple.

"I'll probably do a stir-fry with the chicken I took out of the freezer this morning. Does that sound okay?" You reply but get distracted by your son starting to get antsy. Wriggling in your arms whilst trying to pull your top and bra down, indicating that he's hungry.

Harry tries to listen to what you just said but is distracted by his sons actions, especially when he yanks down your top and bra so hard that your entire boob is on display for everyone to see, which makes your cheeks go red and Harry can't help but laugh a little, which makes your cheeks go even hotter.

"That's not funny." You grumble at Harry, placing your bra and top back in place.

"Don't worry no one saw anything. That was kind of funny though." Harry tries to comfort your embarrassment but you just roll your eyes.

"Well I'm gonna wait in the car. He's obviously famished." You start but get interrupted by a whining, impatient baby in your arms. "Be quick, please." You ask pleadingly and Harry's eyes soften as he starts to feel bad for you with the tantrum that's brewing inside your baby.

"I'll be five minutes max, you go do what you need. Love you." He reassures you, placing another kiss to your cheek and your sons cheek before running over to pack up.

You return to the car but not before the storm unleashes from your child. With the waterworks turned on, you're trying to gently calm your baby down with quiet, soothing shushes. As soon as your comfortably sat in the passenger seat and your son laying across your lap, he doesn't need your help apparently to latch onto your nipple.

Within seconds the cries turn to soft whimpers as he feeds his worries away whilst staring into your eyes for comfort.

"There we go, much better hmm?" You stroke his soft cheeks and rung two fingers through the small amount of curls on his head. His eyes stay glued to yours although struggle to stay open as he begins to fall into a light slumber whilst being fed.

Once all is calm, not a moment later Harry opens the boot, putting away his training bag before hopping into the drivers seat.

"Be quiet, he's falling asleep." You warn softly.

Before Harry starts the engine he leans over the console and admires the way his baby boy looks so peaceful. Even with tear stained cheeks and wet lashes, he looks like an absolute angel. Harry can never get over how perfect his baby is. A perfect mixture of you and Harry.

"He's reminding me so much more of you lately." You speak up through a whisper, as if you could read Harry's thoughts, his eyes look to you.

"Really? I thought recently he's been more like you." Harry admits.

"No, he's definitely your son. Look, when he frowns like this in his sleep-" you point to the faint frown that appears every few moments to your baby's delicate face. "He's a spitting imagine of you. Those dimples as well, my god Harry. He's literally your double." You make a further point to rest your case.

"I know. I think it's bonkers sometimes looking at him knowing that he's literally in this world now because of me. Me and you." Harry admits.

You both do this at least once a week. You obsess over how perfect your baby is. How you can't believe you've both created such a beautiful thing. It's still a reality that feels like a dream sometimes and you both feel the need to express your gratitude on the matter.

It takes almost ten whole minutes for you to ever so gently place your baby into his car seat without disturbing his sleep but you manage to do it somehow.

"Don't worry about stopping for nappies, I just want to get him home to bed as soon as possible. I'll just go in the morning." You say as Harry begins driving home.

"Fair enough. How's he been today?"

"He's been good. We went for a walk in the park with your mum this morning then took him to see my sister before we got home for lunch. Slept the whole time on that walk with your mum but didn't sleep at any other point today so I bet he's knackered. I'm hoping he sleeps through the night but we both know pigs will fly before that'll happen." You rant.

"Don't worry, when he wakes up it's my turn so you can have a good sleep tonight. I can see how tired you've been lately. With me being back to training full time now, it must be so fucking hard looking after him on your own for the most of the day. I'm gonna treat you so well this weekend when he's at my mums." Harry says to let you know how your dedication to being a mother isn't going unnoticed. He's more than lucky to have such a strong woman like you in his life. He's always making sure you know how much everything you do means to him.

You reach out your hand to hold the back of his neck and stroke your thumb along his jaw in a loving gesture to his meaningful words. You try not not cry at how emotional his kind words make you but a small tear does manage to run down your cheek. Harry leans into your touch and whilst at this red light turns his head quickly to place a tender kiss to the inside of your palm.

"As much as I miss him when he stays at our parents houses every Saturday night, I really am looking forward to having just time for us two this weekend. I really need it." You admit, feeling a little guilty for wanting time away from your child but this whole week has been difficult because Harry hasn't been around as much since he started back at full time training on Monday.

The past eight months have been bliss with the two of you working as a team through the day and night to care for your baby so this has been one massive adjustment for you both.

"Me too. I feel like I haven't had you to myself in a hundred years." Harry admits with the dramatics. You roll your eyes and let out a quiet laugh.

"Shut up. I know it's been almost two weeks since we had sex but we've gone way longer than that before." You remind him.

"Yeah but that was because I was literally on the other side of the world for a whole month whilst you were home. It was different because you physically weren't around so in a way it made it easier but this time it makes it so much harder. Having you around but not being able to do anything has been an absolute tease." Harry stands his case making a fair point.

"Okay, okay I see your point."

"Thank you."

Once you return home, Harry insists on carrying in the baby whilst you start on dinner.

Within the space of half an hour Harry's managed to change and bed your baby whilst also showering himself. As if the timing was perfect, Harry walks into the kitchen as your plating up two bowls of chicken stir fry.

He places the baby monitor between the two of you as you both eat your dinner on the kitchen island, side by side, glancing at the monitor to watch your baby sleep whilst having little conversations here and there.

Harry refuses to let you clean up and forces you to go get a shower and wait for him in bed whilst he sorts everything out in the kitchen. You attempt to protest a few times but Harry has none of it so you do as he says.

You feel so much more relaxed after a shower. As you begin pulling the duvet and sheets back after putting your robe on, Harry saunters through your bedroom doors with the monitor, two wine glasses and a bottle of SB. His eyes glisten with lust as he notices how loosely your robe is fitted to your body. Your tits are almost on full display and your entire right leg, up to your hip is exposed as you sit on your side of the bed, facing him.

"You're doing this to wind me up, aren't you?" He sighs but gives you a suggestive look as he places the items in his hands on his bedside table.

"I don't think I can wait until Saturday, baby." You admit with a heavy breath, hazed with desire and lust after your little talk in the car earlier this afternoon.

You can feel the skin on the very upper inside of your thighs dampen from the arousal forming, just at the sight of your husband.

You feel flustered and warm, aching for a blissful release that only one person can provide.

Harry's eyes darken and it doesn't take him long to pick up on your body language. He notices the way your legs are crossed as you sit restlessly, itching for a release. He notices the uneven breaths that cause your chest to rise and fall heavily. He can see the desperate look in your eyes as they silently plead for him to ravish your body.

He can't help but let out a whimper as all these tiny details cause his cock to become sensitive as it hardens again his tight boxers.

Your thankful that he only changed into boxers and an old ragged shirt after he showered because it makes it so much easier to get him naked.

He goes on auto pilot, palming himself to ease the ache whilst his eyes are stuck on you as you shuffle back on the bed and spread your legs enough so he can see everything. You untie the robe and remove it from your body, lulling your head back as a wave of pleasure hits you as you run your finger tips over your sensitive nipple.

You look back to Harry who's still standing at the end of the bed but now he's naked as well.

"Holy shit, you're so fucking hot. No one turns me on like you do, I'm so bloody hard right now, look at what you've done to me." Harry blurts out in a fit of horny rage. He grabs both of your ankle and yanks you towards the edge of the bed as he kneels before your dripping core.

"Harry, please." You whine with your back arching, desperate doesn't quite cut it with how you're feeling.

"I know baby, gonna take care of you. I promise." Harry coos with his hands soothingly running up and down your thighs. He blows air against your entrance causing you to shudder at the sensation.

"Fuck me, do you want come all over my face, sweet girl?" Harry more or less asks rhetorically, already knowing the answer but loves teasing you to no end.

"Harry just get on with it." You plead through gritted teeth, squirming for any kind of touch from him.

He chuckles at how desperate he's managed to get you but doesn't say another word as he fulfils your wishes. He starts with delicate stripes with his tongue going up and down from your hole to the top of your clit. You simply cannot hold back the string of moans that leave your mouth from how delicate his mouth feels.

"You are a mess, aren't you?" Harry chuckles, referring to the amount of arousal that's expelled from you body, barely before he's even touched you properly. You huff a strained yes and Harry gives you a warm, loving smile before going to town on your aching cunt.

He uses his middle and ring finger to tease your hole as he sucks gently on your clit. your head lulls back between your shoulders as your chest rises and falls dramatically from the pleasure rippling throughout your entire body.

You decide to bring your head forward and look at Harry, watching him as he looks as though he's enjoying the most delicious dessert this world could offer. You're not the only one lost in the pleasure.

You can feel Harry use his tongue to flick the sensitive area that you both know will have you coming undone in a matter of moments. The blissful pressure builds inside of you, your hands reach forward to pull your fingers through Harry's hair, which causes him to tilt his head up slightly so his eyes are burning into your own. The look of lust couldn't get any stronger between you both. The look in your eyes only spurs him on more as he lets our a guttural, raspy moan which vibrates against your cunt.

"Harry, yes, yes, yes." You praise and encourage him to not stop as you feel yourself toppling over the edge.

With your legs in the air, Harry has complete control of the lower half of your body. One of his strong hands holding your thigh up in the air and the other one working in, out and around your pussy.

You have one hand gripping the sheets beneath you and the other pulling Harry's hair in attempt to get his face as close to you as possible as he devours your pussy.

"That's it baby, come on, come all over me." Harry encourages as he can sense you're almost there as well.

"Oh fuck." You whimper, legs trembling as you hold your breath with that intense pleasure coursing from your cunt and throughout the rest of your body. Harry rides you through your high, praising you and moaning along with you until he can feel you twitch from too much sensitivity.

He lifts himself up from between your legs and before you can even move, he's hovering over you, holding your chin between his thumb and finger to look directly at him.

"You're the sexiest woman of all time." Harry says, dead seriously as you can barely even keep your eyes open to look at him but his words bring life back to your body as your cheeks heat up.

You reach your hands to caress his head before pulling him down to kiss you. You taste yourself on him and it ignites a flame in your core once again.

Before either of you even have the chance to go further than a passionate kiss, the baby monitor starts making a few little noises before the deafening cries of your baby boy travel throughout the entire house.

You both sigh mid kiss before sharing a defeated chuckle. Harry pulls himself up from on top of you but not before planting a kiss to your cheek.

"It was fun while it lasted." You say, getting up from the bed and walking over to the wardrobe to wrap your robe around your naked body.

"I've never been so hard in my life. Babe, sorry to ask you but do you mind getting him whilst I take care of this?" Harry asks, standing at the ensuite entry, naked, with a raging hard on that you must admit looks painful.

His face looks like he's in agony as he breathes heavily and his cheeks are flushed.

"You go babe, I've got him. It seriously looks like your dicks about to explode." You reply humorously which causes Harry to chuckle slightly.