#hssmut

Synopsis: Reader comes home from work after a bad day to harry who make its all better, in more ways than one.

Warnings: Fluff, small section of smut, first ever writing.

Walking in the front door your feet dragged, back drooping and muscles aching. Today felt like it had come straight from the pits of hell. First your train was cancelled, leaving you rushing to work crammed in like a sardine with what felt like every morning commuter. Running to the office a cab drove through a puddle and completely soaked you through, once you arrived your boss shouted at you for being late in-front of everyone. And to top it all off you forgot your lunch. You wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed and forget today ever happened. 

Harry saw your lunch on the kitchen side as soon as he came back from his run, he text a few times offering to drop it off but hadn’t heard back so he rung the office. The secretary informed him of you being in a meeting for most of the day, Harry thanked her, feeling disheartened he wouldn’t get an excuse to see his sweetheart. Before the secretary hung up she whispered ‘she looks quite upset today, poor thing was soaked to the bone when she arrived’. Harry couldn’t stomach the thought of you being upset and cold. Determined to give you a nice relaxing evening he set to work. 

Seeing you leaning against the door, handbag falling from your shoulder, one shoe kicked off already you looked exhausted. ‘Hey sweetheart’ Harry drawled. 

Blinking your eyes open you saw the most gentle smile on the most gentle man leaning in the kitchen doorway. Before you could even open your mouth to tell him what a rough day you had he spoke ‘There’s a bath upstairs for ya with that lavender stuff you like and a glass of pinot… dinner will be done by the time you’re down’. You stood motionless not quite believing what you’d heard. ‘Need me to carry ya darling?’ A whisper of a grin played on his face. 

‘No, no I’m ok. Thankyou for the bath Harry.’ Catching your bearings and rushing up the stairs you stripped off as you went not caring where anything landed. Opening the bathroom door you were overcome with the scent of lavender, your favourite book on the bath table and the space glowing with candlelight. Sinking into the water felt like you’d washed away the whole day and you allowed yourself to soak in the luxury. 

Once pruny you jumped out the bath to see harry had laid out your favourite pyjamas on your shared bed and the items you stripped off in haste dropping on the stairs and the floor laid neatly in a pile on a chair in the corner of the room. Dressing quickly you couldn’t stop thinking about how thoughtful he was and asking yourself what you did to deserve him. 

Rushing down the stairs you heard the hum of music in the background as harry plated up your dinner. Immediately you knew it was your favourite spaghetti bolognese with crispy garlic bread that only tasted good when harry made it. He hadn’t noticed you yet evident by the slight swinging of his hips as he sang along to the tune, pivoting around only once he heard your giggle echoing through the kitchen. 

‘Hey sweetheart, how was your bath’ 

‘Relaxing thank you harry, you didn’t have to do all this’ whilst sinking into your chair at the table. 

‘Its only the begining my love, you deserve this and much more’ he replied simply, effortlessly. 

You spoke little through the meal, harry knowing that you didn’t need to talk. You just needed to take everything in and decompress from the day. Once the plates were scrapped clean and bellies full harry guided you gently back upstairs to your joined bedroom where he laid you down so delicately as if you were made of glass. ‘I’d like to give you a massage if that’s alright with you darling’ 

‘Harry you don’t need to do that, you’ve done so much already’ you protested. ‘Hush sweetheart, I want to do this for you’ his hands moving to the buttons on your top hovering over them hesitating, a gentle finger under your chin pulling your eyes up to look into his. Seeking your permission. You knew he’d never touch you without your permission. You nodded timidly feeling guilty for enjoying how he was taking care of you. But harry pushed down your guilt with how eagerly he undressed you stripping you of your top and reaching earnestly for your pants looking up one more time for you to nod again to show him that you were fully accepting of his advances. Once nude he laid you on your front, holding in the groan of having you bare before him. 

To give himself time to adjust harry got up from the bed turning off the main light and stripped himself of his clothes too. Telling himself it was just for ease to massage you properly and not because his cock was already straining hard against the material and the tight confines of his jeans had started to feel a little painful. Turning on a bedside lamp your body glowed in the light as he picked up the oil he had left there earlier. ‘Let me know if the pressures too much darling’ he nipped playfully at your ear.

The pressure was nothing but perfect working from your shoulders down, digging his thumbs into your lower back and releasing all the built up tension in your muscles you felt the ridged hold on yourself dissolve. You felt your head lull into the mattress as he worked his way up your calfs and you couldn’t help the sigh you let out when he dug the heel of his hand into the arch of your foot, but when he used the palm of his hands to brush the sides of your breasts the moan escaped your lips without your consent. 

The noises you were making was sinful, Harry was having a hard time concentrating. He wanted this to purely be a massage and for you to relax and unwind and then he would hold you and stroke your hair until you slept soundly. But the little moans and whimpers you were letting out were the same you made when in the throes of passion and he wanted nothing more than to make you feel good. 

Running his fingers down your spine from the neck to your tailbone you thought he’d repeat the journey a few times but he they carried on through the crack in your butt cheeks and down between your thighs where he stilled. ‘Would you like this my darling?’ his hand hesitated between your thighs that just moments ago you had been rubbing together to relieve some of the pressure. He could feel you’re slick on the inside of your thighs. You hummed approvingly. ‘Words darling’ it never went any further without words. ‘Yes harry please, please do something’ you were desperate. ‘You never have to beg darling’. 

With that his fingers pushed through your pussy to rub at the tight bundle of nerves hiding under you, he circled them like it was his mission in life. Like nothing else mattered but this. ‘Is that what you wanted sweetheart … you’re so bloody wet’. Pulling his fingers back he pushed two inside of you thrusting gently. A moan ripped through your throat his fingers were pressing down right onto your G-spot and the pleasure was indescribable, your pussy was squelching with every thrust of his fingers.  ‘More please harry’ ‘more darling, you want another finger? You think your tight pussy can take another one?’ ‘Yes, yes I know I can’. He pushed another finger into your tight hole, so much thicker than your own it was a stretch but with the pace he was driving his fingers you could feel your climax starting to climb. ‘Harry I’m going to cum’ the buzzing in your ears felt deafening as he roared and although you wouldn’t have thought it possible his fingers increased in pace. He pulsed three fingers inside of you until it felt like a bubble was forming inside of you and at any moment it was going to pop. 

Your pussy clamped down on harrys fingers in an iron grip as your orgasm rippled through your body, your legs clenched and he felt a small gush on his wrist. It was one of the most beautiful sights he had ever seen. You writhed on the bed for what felt like minutes before coming back to reality, breathing deeply as if you had ran a marathon.  Once sure you had come down completely harry gently removed his fingers sure you’d be sore. Your eyes remained closed, still laying on your front focusing your mind on coming back to earth, he slipped from the bed to the bathroom silently. 

You hadn’t registered Harry leaving only heard his footsteps return across the padded floor as he gently rolled you onto your back and butterflied your knees out. Protesting slightly you tried to pull your knees back together, ‘let me do this for you darling’ he whispered as he delicately traced your thighs and pussy with a warm, damp cloth. Cleaning you off the activities taken place only moments prior. 

He clambered into the bed beside you, throwing the wash cloth somewhere in the corner of the room. ‘How was that’ he questioned as if he needed to the know answer. ‘Incredible, it’s your turn now’ despite your eyes still being closed you rolled onto your side ready to give him your full attention. Hand swooping down his abs until he caught it. ‘Not tonight darling’ you started to protest, after everything harry had done for you tonight it felt more than unfair to leave him hard and leaking. ‘There will be other nights my darling, but we do not give to receive in this relationship and trust me I more than enjoyed that’ he won with the wink shot your way and the fingers drawing your hair over your shoulder.