In this together

the sparkle in his eye

***smut***

Sunday brunches with the Hollands had become a weekly thing. Being suggested by paddy for you and the rest of the family to become familiar and close with each other since, afterall you would all have to deal with each other for at least the next eighteen years.
If you were being honest though, you didn't mind. You loved Harry's family and you felt as though you fit right in. You and Sam were practically best friends and would regularly team up against Harry and bully him. Paddy of course had a crush on you and would follow you around like a puppy. Niki was ecstatic to have you around, having always just had her four boys, a girl in the mix was nice. Tom was the most standoffish, being worried about Harry, knowing the most about his previous relationship. He worried this would end in catastrophe with how unconventional the whole situation was, but he was warming up to it.
You were sitting in the living room gathered around the coffee table with a board game laid out in front of you.
Harry was standing with his mom watching as you and the rest of the Hollands laughed and made your moves on the board.
"Did you give what we talked about any more thoughts, love?" Niki asked Harry.
"No mum, we don't need it," he said confidently.
"Are you sure? Because-"
"Mum, we don't need one, I promise," he looked back over to where you were sitting now mocking paddy who was losing the game.
It was the twinkle in his eye that caught hers. Something about how brightly his eyes shined as he looked over at you, belly barely swollen with his baby inside. Sure the situation was unconventional, and to outsiders looking in, maybe it was a bit confusing. In that moment though, seeing the way Harry seemed to brighten up. By the near sight of you interacting with his family, Niki knew. She knew this was what the plan had always been for him, right here was where he belonged, right here with you. You had brought back a spark in him she hadn't seen since he was a boy, and as a mother she was more thankful to you in that moment than anyone would ever know, and as a to-be grandmother, she was so glad he was blessed with you.
"There's something more isn't there?" She asked him with a smile.
"What do you mean?" He Wondered, brows pulled together as he looked at her.
"There is this certain look, your dad had it when we first met, you have the same look right now," she chuckled.
"What are you getting at?" He asked.
"Oh darling, I think you know," she smirked at him before walking back to the rest of the family and joining back in the game.
Harry stood there as he processed what his mother had meant. She was right. He knew that you had somehow become the single most important person in his life, but with you it was so different then his past relationship. You didn't expect anything from him, but everything he did you were more than thankful for. You were kind and caring, loving and understanding, you were a great listener, a goof, you had a great sense of humor, Enough so to keep up with his brothers and friends. And you knew him like the back of your hand. Over the last few months you had both become so close, you could probably predict what the other was going to say before it came out. It was easy, it was simple, even though it shouldn't have been. Things should be difficult and hard given the situation, but it just wasn't.
"Baz?" Your voice brought him out of his head and back to reality.
"Yes love?" He asked, making his mother smile.
"Your turn," you giggled Patting the empty couch cushion beside you.

That night when you and Harry arrived home you were exhausted. His family was very rowdy and it usually led to doing way too much and being pregnant you just weren't very up to staying up late anymore.
"I'm gonna take a bath and head to bed," you announced.
"Ok," Harry said from where he had already taken a seat on the couch.
You ran yourself a nice bubble bath with a lavender soap to aid in your sleep later. You had been in for about ten minutes when you realized you didn't want to even try and wash your back being so exhausted. You sat there debating on just skipping it entirely, or the alternative..
"Hey Harry?" You called.
You waited about a minute before you heard a light knock on the door.
"Y/n? Did you call me?" He asked through the closed door.
"Yeah, can you help me?" You asked hopeful he would agree.
"Help you?" He repeated, through the still closed door of the bathroom.
"You can open the door," you chuckled, shaking your head.
He slowly opened the door with his hand over his eyes, making you chuckle even more.
"What do you need?" He wondered.
"Can you wash my back for me?" You asked.
Harry felt his breathing hitch at the request. He slowly lowered his hand and looked at you, already sitting up, knees to your chest with bubbles surrounding you. Your hair was thrown into a haphazard messy bun on top of your head, and your cheeks were a beautiful rosy color, and Harry was almost positive he had never seen anything more beautiful.
"I- yeah I can. I can- wash your back," he stumbled around his words making you chuckle.
"Thank you," you giggled, noticing the deep red color that spread on his cheeks.
Harry sat on the edge of the tub behind you and grabbed the bottle of body wash from the shelf. He poured a generous amount onto his hands and rubbed them together to get a good amount of suds before placing them on your back. He was gentle with his touches, barely rubbing the suds into the bare skin of your back.
"Mm," you signed, making Harry tense up. "This is nice," you mumbled. Leaning your head to the side as he washed up to your shoulders.
Once he was finished, you looked back at him with a smile, and he couldn't help wanting to just kiss you. Your lips looked perfectly plump and delicious. "All done," he mumbled, trying to hide his thoughts from showing on his face.
"Thank you Harry," you whispered, smiling up to him. He could almost swear he saw your eyes darting between his eyes and his lips as you had your bottom lip pinned between your teeth.
"Yeah, of course. I'm going to go to bed," he whispered, getting up quickly and exiting the bathroom leaving you alone with your thoughts.
You knew that your hormones were out of whack with being pregnant, but you couldn't help but wish Harry would just put whatever was stopping the two of you from the obvious sexual tension that was lingering in the air whenever you were alone, to the side.
Harry shut his door abruptly and stood with his back against it as he tried not to think about you in the bathtub. He knew it was wrong to be so turned on from you just asking him to wash your back, but he had been trying his hardest to be respectful, he didn't want to get himself off with you right across the hall, especially since he knew he would be thinking of you while doing it. He had soon become so good at not giving into the urges he had whenever your hand would brush up his thigh, dangerously close to his cock, or when you would unexpectedly hug him and your breath would ghost the skin right behind his ear.  Now though, he had no choice, he reached down, locking the door before slipping out of his clothes and into his bed.
He gently wrapped his hand around his already hard cock and let out a hiss of pleasure as he began tugging at himself. Images of you flooded into his mind, beautiful and alluring. He couldn't help the way he wished to just be able to trail his finger down the valley of your breasts, tweak your perfectly budded nipples between his fingers and suck purple marks into the soft skin of your chest to remind you of the whole experience for days. He couldn't help but picture you between his legs, your tounge slipping out of between you lips as you licked from the base of his cock to the head before taking him into your mouth, and looking up at him with your beautiful doe eyes as you bobbed your head up and down, closing him in on his high.
His tugging began to quicken as he thought about the night that had caused all of this in the first place. Most of the memory was still blurry and distorted but he could remember one part vividly, and the memory of your face as he pounded into you pushing you over the edge, was enough for him to explode sending white strands of cum all over his stomach as he layed in bed panting, wishing it was your hand doing all the work.
He heard your door shut and stopped breathing. Had you heard him just now? Had he been loud? Did you think he was a freak for doing that with you in the house? The panic set in as he got up cleaning himself off, hopefully you hadn't heard him and he was just panicking for nothing.

You stood with your back against the door, an ache between your legs as you thought about Harry. It was probably wrong of you to wish he would walk through the door and take you right there, but it's all you wanted.
You climbed into bed, opting to skip clothes as you crawled beneath the sheets. You tried to fight the urge that you had, but the more you thought about him the harder it became. Your hand slipped down your body until your fingers ran through your already wet folds. You rubbed up from your entrance to your clit, letting a quiet moan out as you pictured Harry doing it instead. 
You took your lip between your teeth as you pushed two fingers into your hole curling them up to hit the spot you knew you liked. You let out a gasp as you began to pump your fingers in and out of yourself. You pictured Harry laying at the end of your bed, kissing up your leg,
Untill finally getting to your core and nudging at your clit with his nose as his tounge dipped between your folds, fucking in and out of you. You could just imagine how amazing it would be to have your fingers Tangled in his beautiful curls as he ravished himself on your pussy.
You arched your back and let out a little louder of a moan as you felt yourself getting closer to your peak. You bit your lip even harder as you continued your feat, fingers pumping in and out of yourself.
You pictured Harry kissing up your chest, taking your nipples into his mouth as his tongue swirled around them, letting his tongue travel up to your collarbone and then sucking little hickies up to your neck before connecting your lips.
You could imagine him lining himself up at your entrance as you begged for relief. Him pushing into you, painfully slow as you grasped onto his shoulders bucking your hips up, begging for him to move wordlessly. Him thrusting into you as his fingers circled around your clit strategically getting you closer to the point you needed so desperately.
You would be clenching around him as he slammed his hips against yours, closing in on your climax, feeling the pulsating of his cock as he was just as close until you clenched so hard he exploded painting your walls white. "Oh Harry," you moaned out loudly, immediately covering your mouth with the hand that was not buried in your core. What had you just done?