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madeintheniamh · 6 months

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Please can you do one of the girls getting braces because i'm getting mine next week :D

golden girl

stmf one shot #23

good luck, babe. i had 4 years of braces. they're the worst, but you'll be grateful once they're off xx

“I’m not going, Mum,” Tilly shouted at you, her eyebrows furrowed in the exact same way that Harry’s did when he was annoyed about something.

“You can’t keep putting it off, lovey,” you replied. “You were supposed to have them put on a year ago now,”

Her lips were now set in a straight line, and her eyes began to turn glossy as she turned around to march up the stairs back to her bedroom.

“Come on baby, it won’t be that bad,”

You heard her slam her bedroom door behind her. “Leave me alone,”

This hadn’t been the first time you had tried to make Tilly have her braces put on. Every time the day of the appointments came closer, it seemed as though she always had an adequate excuse prepared for why she needed you to reschedule. Exams. Gymnastics competitions. A friend’s birthday. Feeling sick. And every time, Harry always gave in, to your annoyance. So, it had now been a year since she was supposed to have the wretched things put on in the first place, and she was stubborn, just like her Dad- once she made her mind up on something, it was impossible for you to get her to change it- although there was one person who could. You sighed to yourself, before knocking on the door of his office.

He was sat on one of the armchairs in the corner that faced out onto the garden, holding his guitar in his arms and the pick in-between his teeth. He was so focused on what he was doing that it took him a minute to notice you, and he jumped slightly as he looked up and found your gaze.

“Oh my- hey my love, you okay?”

You sat down next to him, exhaling slowly whilst picking at one of your nails.

“Well, Tilly’s booked in to get her braces on later, but she tells me she’s not going,”

He smiled to himself, placing the guitar down on the space next to him. “Oh god,” he moaned sarcastically. “Not this again,”

“I don’t know what to do,” Your voice began to crack slightly. “I’m just trying to help her. I don’t know why she’s so upset about it. She’s just been so snappy with me recently, and I-”

“Let me sort it.” He answered before you could finish. “I’m sure I can persuade her, one way or another,”

“I don’t even think you can, H,” You sighed. “She’s so stubborn, like someone else I know,”

He snorted slightly and rolled his eyes. “We’ll see about that,”

He kissed your forehead before left the room, going downstairs to make use of one of his favourite persuasion tactics.

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Harry knocked on her bedroom door softly.

“Go away, I’m not going,” she moaned.

“I’ve made you a cup of tea,” he smirked whilst turning the handle, opening the door to find Tilly lying under layers of blankets, in a pair of tracksuit bottoms and one of Harry’s old t-shirts. Despite the death stare she gave Harry, she still held her hands out to accept the mug.

He closed the door behind him.

“Dad, I’m not-”

“Okay,” he sighed. “You’re not going, fine.”

“Okay?” Her face lit up. “Really?”

“No,” he laughed. “You need to do this, Til, you’re driving your mum mad, you’re nearly fifteen,”

“I’m not talking to you,” she groaned, covering her head with a blanket. He reached over to grab the mug on her bedside table.

“Okay, well, I’m taking this back then,” he chuckled.

“Nooooo!” she gasped, coming back up from under the covers. “That’s not fair!”

“Why don’t you want to go, Til?” he asked whilst running his hands through her hair, which had now grown down to her hips. “It’s okay to be nervous about it, I know you don’t like the dentist,”

“I’m not!” She pouted her lips. “I just don’t want them,”

“Well, why? Loads of people have to get braces, Til,”

“You never had to have them,” she sulked, her brows now furrowed. “You don’t get it,”

“Well, maybe not, but Mummy had to have them for a little bit, and she was fine,”

“No one has braces when they’re fifteen,” she sighed. “Izzy in my French class had hers off last week, I don’t want to be the last one with them on,”

“Loads of people have braces when they’re older Til, there isn’t an age limit,” he chuckled. “Uncle Niall was 18 when he had his braces put on,”

“Still,” She moaned. “I don’t want them. Everyone says they hurt,”

He peppered a kiss to her forehead. “Maybe they won’t hurt, you never know,”

Her eyes began to turn glossy. “But Daddy, I’m frightened, remember when I had to get my tooth taken out and they used that massive needle, and I fainted, what if that happens again,”

She began to sob softly into his arms.

“I remember Til, you’re going to make me cry, baby,” he whispered into her ear. “But I’m sure that won’t happen today, okay? I’m going to hold your little hand the whole time, and if the dentist comes anywhere near you with a needle, I’ll fight him,” he smiled.

“You will?” she sniffled. “Are you sure it will be fine, Daddy?”

“I’m sure, baby,” he chuckled. “I promise you. Now come on, let’s get dressed,”

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Tilly sat up slowly in the leather chair, having been lying down for the past 45 minutes, her hand still clasped tightly in Harry’s as it had been the whole time. Her lips were slightly chapped, and she licked them as she pouted at Harry with disdain.

“You’re not going to give me a smile?” Harry sighed, rubbing her tiny knuckles with the tip of his thumb. Tilly shook her head.

“It feels weird,” She stared at him disapprovingly, running her tongue over the new pieces of metal that were now glued to her teeth.

“It’s gunna feel weird, Tilly bug,” He smiled. “Come on, I wanna see them!”

Tilly rolled her eyes, before flashing him a sarcastic grin. “I look awful,”

“Hey,” Harry warned, lifting her chin up softly with his hand. “You know that’s not true,”

“I do,” She moaned, placing her hand over her mouth and running the sleeve of her oversized hoodie across her lips. “And it hurts,”

Harry swooped his hand across her face, tucking back a strand of loose hair that had fallen out of her French plait, before pressing his lips to the top of her forehead. Her lips began to quiver slightly, as her eyes turned a glossy shade of green.

“Shhhh, I know,” He soothed, holding his hand out and beckoning her to follow him. “Come on, let’s get you home, babydoll,”

Tilly hadn’t said anything at all on the car journey home, until Harry had seemingly decided to take an alternative route, now navigating the huge Range Rover down the narrow Hampstead high street, reversing it backwards into a bay on the side of the road.

“Daddy? Where are you-”

He peppered a kiss to her swollen cheek. “You stay here, I’ll be quick,”

10 minutes later, Tilly was practically asleep in the passenger seat, her sunglasses having fallen down on the bridge of her nose, still swamped in her hoodie. She almost jumped at the noise of the car unlocking, and was greeted by Harry grinning wildly at her, pink coloured ice cream dribbling down the side of his wrist. He licked it off slowly, passing the cup to Tilly, who began to smile too.

“You thought I was just gunna drive home without getting you something? Look at that gorgeous little smile,” He grinned.

Tilly looked back up at him, now bringing the spoon to her mouth, still smirking at him with her new metallic smile, her cheeks rosy.

“I love you, Daddy,” She whispered, pushing her sunglasses back up on her nose.

“You know I love you more, golden girl,”

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I HAVE MISSED YOU ALL SO MUCH <3

more to come more to come i have too many wips. but i'll give you this for now, so sorry anon you probs had your braces for a good few weeks now but enjoy anyway hehehh xx

this forms part of my dadrry one shot series! so if you did enjoy i have linked the masterlist here. please give it some love and send in any requests bc i'm in a writing/reading slump at the moment so any requests would be appreciated. love you all hope you are having a good week <3

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madeintheniamh · 9 months

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Keep Watching H.S

Summary: After having a baby, your body isn't what it used to be. Your husband notices that something is wrong and decides that if his words won't help you see what he sees, his actions will. Think softdomrry and very loving husband <3

Warning: Body image issues, specifically mentioning stretch marks, weight gain and loose skin/body fat. Negative self talk. Also smut!! takes place in front of a mirror, fingering, dirty talk, penetration, lots and lots of praise, mild lactation kink and breeding kink (if you squint).

Word count: 8k+

Author’s note: This is based off this request so thank you to whoever sent it!! He's very nice and sweet in this one and it felt really healing writing this as someone who is self-conscious about similar issues so I hope some of you might feel the same reading it? Enjoyyy

- Find my General Masterlist here -

Having a baby was single-handedly the most beautiful and tiring experience of your life.

You had a good understanding of what it would be like before you gave birth. You did research on the milestones and asked for advice from your mum and any other woman you knew who had kids.

They told you you’d never get sleep again and that your life would suddenly turn upside down, but that it was all worth it because of the bundle of joy you brought into the world. And they were right. It was worth it, oh god was it worth it.

Your little girl, Rosie, was the light of your life. Big green eyes and a wide smile with little dimples that matched Harry. She had this cute giggle and an adorable snore that made you crack up every time you heard it. The first time she did it, you laughed so loud it woke her up and she cried in fright.

Harry, unfortunately, missed her first proper snore and pouted like a grown baby, complaining that he missed her first ‘first’ because of work. He had a fear of missing any of her milestones because of touring and timed his break for when you were due to give birth. Still, he had meetings here and there to plan for the next coming years.

The first time Harry heard Rosie snore, he had the same reaction as you and woke her up due to his outburst of a giggle. You were around when it happened and eagerly waited for her to do it so he could hear. She cried in fright just like with you, but settled quickly when she saw the face of her dad.

She’s a daddy’s girl through and through.

Everyone also told you that your body would change a lot after giving birth. That was something you knew even before every woman you asked for advice told you about their experience with their postpartum body, but you didn’t really realise how self-conscious you’d be.

You hoped you’d be one of those women who was proud of her new stretch marks and loose skin around her belly, of the extra weight on her love handles and thighs. But you weren’t.

You were proud that you made it through childbirth, and that your body was the home of your daughter for 9 months. But when you looked in the mirror you didn’t feel proud. You felt… ugly.

It was something you tried to fix… mentally that is. You tried to spend extra time looking in the mirror after you showered or when you did your moisturiser. You even read somewhere that looking at your naked body for a couple minutes a day helped in improving self-love or whatever.

So you tried that. But it only made you see the loose skin more and spot new stretch marks that you were convinced weren’t there before.

After that you kinda just stopped looking at yourself. When you got out of the shower you’d get dressed immediately and avoid looking in the mirror. When you left the house you made sure to wear something a bit baggy, which usually ended up being leggings and an oversized t-shirt or jumper.

You let yourself go a little, you knew that.

Despite that though, Harry never stopped complimenting you. He told you every day how much he loved you and how beautiful he thought you were. Even in your ratty baby-puke-covered t-shirt and your hair in the greasiest bun ever, he still said you were the most gorgeous girl alive.

He’d slap your ass when you walked by and hug you extra tight and he could never stop his hands from wandering when you were in bed or on the couch. When you kissed he always found himself tracing over the curves of your body, caressing and enjoying the weight you still haven’t lost from your daughter.

At first, you thought he was just lying because he noticed how down you were and wanted to make you feel better. When you felt so ugly it was hard to believe that he was still attracted to you. You never mentioned your doubts to him, because you knew he’d deny it and try and convince you otherwise and you didn’t want that.

But then he got hard just looking at you and you realised he actually was still attracted to you. There wasn’t a morning he didn’t wake up without morning wood, and the way he looked at you was with hunger you had never seen before.

Harry had seen you at your fittest and heaviest and all in between, yet the desire he held in his eyes towards you after you gave birth was more intense than at the weight you felt most confident. He seemed to be horny all the time, and you were too.

He seemed to slide into fatherhood with grace and sexiness. He was growing out his moustache and hair, always keeping it up and out of his face so it wasn’t in the way. Harry was ageing like fine wine, and you were reminded of that when he returned from his daily early morning walk and woke you up with breakfast and Rosie propped on his hip.

He’d always be sweaty and shirtless, his tank top tucked into the waistband of his shorts. God, he just looked so delicious and ugh. There was something about a shirtless man being domestic that made you want to scream. You just wanted to lick his chest clean and have him bend you over the bench.

But you found it hard to have sex when you felt so insecure. He was always patient and never pushed. Even when you weren’t ready and offered to help him out he declined because he didn’t want you to feel pressured.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to have sex. Because you did. As soon as you got the all-clear from your doctor and didn’t feel any pain in your vagina, you were as horny as ever. But mentally, you weren’t totally there.

Eventually, you were ready for it and Harry was as happy as anything. You had been so reluctant to even be naked around him any more that he missed the sight of your skin and had dreamt night after night about feeling your body pressed to his.

Even when you got out of the shower, you were quick to get dressed. Before giving birth, even when you were about to pop, you were happy for him to look at you and touch you… taste you. But things changed after having your daughter and he hated how drawn in and self-conscious you became.

All Harry ever wanted was for you to be happy and healthy. To him, he’d always think you were the most attractive woman on the planet. That was at any weight or any haircut or with or without stretch marks. It didn’t matter because he would always love you, and always want to touch and eat you like some fine dessert.

He tried to bring it up, but you didn’t really want to talk about it so he didn’t push. When you said you were ready to finally have sex again, he was as eager as anything. It was like he was a virgin all over again.

Harry couldn’t lie, it was hard not having sex. It was nearly three months before your first time together after giving birth, and those three months were hell for him. You two had a very active sex life and practically had a marathon of a fuck in the days leading up to giving birth because you were late and you wanted to get the baby out faster.

So going from three or more times a week for years, to nothing for three months was hard. But you just gifted him with his beautiful daughter and he wouldn’t have traded that for anything else on this planet.

There was just one problem though. You didn’t want to do it with the lights on.

Finding time to even have sex in the first place was hard because Rosie was a bit of a fussy baby. Some nights she slept all the way through aside from feeding and others she was up every 20 minutes. If she was finally in a pattern of getting sleep she’d get sick or something else would happen that ruined it.

So the moments you did get time, you needed to take advantage of it. It was usually late at night, but before having Rosie you’d at least put a lamp on so you could see each other. Now, you asked to keep it off so he wouldn’t see you.

He didn’t say anything the first or second time, even the third time because that particular time you quite literally had five minutes so it was a very quick rushed fuck. But then his mum dropped by and wanted to take Rosie out for the afternoon and he thought it was the perfect opportunity to have some proper alone time.

“Hey baby” Harry murmured, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. He hugged you tight, pressing his chest to your back and dipping his face to your neck where he left a chaste kiss.

“Hi,” you sighed, giggling a little as you tipped your head back to rest on his shoulder. You were busy cleaning up a few dishes and continued the washing even as Harry was pressed against you.

“Now that Rosie’s out of the house for a bit… do you wanna?…” he trailed off, lips ghosting along your neck as he dipped his hands up the front of your t-shirt to the waistband of your leggings. “Missed you lots, wanna love on you”

The feeling of his mouth against your neck was riling you up in all sorts of ways. Harry made you feel indescribable things. You were so head over heels in love with him it was crazy and he never failed to make you feel all squirmy and gooey inside.

Even five years of marriage and a child didn’t change the way you felt about him.

But that gooey feeling only lasted a minute before the thought of him seeing you naked in the daylight for so long overtook it and filled you with dread.

“Oh… um” you dried your hands, “I kinda wanted to have a nap while she’s out if that’s okay? I didn’t sleep very well last night”

He knew that was a lie because this morning at breakfast you expressed how energised you felt after sleeping last night. It was Harry’s night to wake up for Rosie so he was on feeding duty giving her bottles that you pre-pumped.

You usually breastfed her but some nights you just couldn’t do it and needed a sleep catch-up. You’d pump before sleeping then manage okay until the morning since Harry was always happy for the time he got with his daughter.

“Okay… yeah, of course. You deserve sleep” he removed his arms from you and stepped back. He didn’t seem upset and there was no hint of dejection in his tone. There never was. He was always supportive and caring, never anything less.

“Thank you, H.” You smiled, turning around and wrapping your arms around his neck to thread your fingers in his hair. He smiled back, but you could see a bit of sadness in his eyes. “Are you okay?”

“Of course” he responded, grabbing onto your hips. “I’ll finish those off for you. Go to bed” he kissed you gently, patting your hips while referring to the couple of dishes still in the sink. Your brows furrowed, not completely believing him but agreeing with him nonetheless.

“Okay… I love you” you kissed him again. He smiled into your mouth and deepened the kiss, unable to resist because of the way his whole body reacted when you told him you loved him. It never failed to make him feel good.

“God I love you” he groaned into your mouth, drawing you closer. His hands travelled further backwards until he had a solid grip on your ass. It was riling you up again, or rather riling you up further since that beat between your legs hadn’t stopped the entire time.

“Don’t” you giggled, pulling back and pressing your finger to his mouth as you started to step away. “Nap” you reminded him.

He rolled his eyes playfully before spanking your ass once and grabbing your hand. Your arms stretched while you kept walking towards your bedroom. “Okay, go before I eat you.”

You laughed and finally pulled free, walking away out of his view to your room. As soon as you parted though, you felt guilty. You felt like you were ruining your marriage and love life somehow, self-sabotaging it because of your stupid insecurities.

Needing a nap was a lie too. When you took yourself to bed, you just laid there wide awake and regretted declining your husband's advances. There was nothing more that you wanted than feeling his body on yours, feeling him deep inside you while love poured out in every moan and whisper and ‘good girl’.

Having more time with him than something rushed seemed amazing too. And with the blackout blinds already closed… you didn’t feel as panicked about your appearance since it was so dark.

So you walked back downstairs and found Harry still in the kitchen, this time chopping some veggies.

“You alright baby? Need a tea or something?” he asked, sensing your presence before you even said anything. He was still focused on cooking, chopping up carrots so quickly the veins in his hand seemed to be working overtime in turning you on.

“Yeah actually… you.” His head snapped to you so fast you thought it might break.

“Me?” A little smirk grew on his lips and he was quick to put the knife down and turn to the sink to wash his hands.

“Yeah… changed my mind about you know”

There was another thing that hadn’t changed, despite being together for years. The way Harry’s stare never failed to make you nervous. You could barely say that you wanted him to fuck you when he looked at you with those deep green eyes and that stupid smirk on his lips.

His ‘I own you’ stare that you were on the receiving end of a hundred times.

“Oh yeah?” He smirked. Then barely a beat later he was tearing his shirt off and running after you.

“Harry!” You laughed, turning around and running back upstairs as he chased you. He caught you right as you got to the door of your bedroom and grabbed your wrist, spinning you around to grab your face and kiss you.

You laughed into his mouth and kissed him back, grabbing his waist while he grabbed your hips instead and walked you backwards towards your bed. “I can’t believe you just chased me like a child”

“I’m excited, what can I say?” He grinned, dipping his head to kiss down your neck.

You laughed through a gasp, unable to help yourself from running your hands over his chest and down to his abs. He groaned against your skin when your nails scraped him then kissed back up to your mouth.

“I love when you do that” he kissed you deeply, capturing your bottom lip between his teeth and pulling at it a little as he grabbed onto the bottom of your t-shirt. “Now let’s get this off.”

Your lip released with a little pop and it had you whimpering in the air. With a lift of your arms, he had your t-shirt off and on the ground. The moment it was off, his lips were on yours again and his hands were on your bare breasts.

You loved when he played with your breasts. They ache constantly, especially after breastfeeding. Your nipples were always sore and chafed and your breasts just felt so full all the time. Even after pumping, it was this never-ending ache and heaviness.

But Harry… his touch always made it better. He’d knead them in bed and even just over your shirt when you asked. Nothing compared though, to his hands on your bare skin when you two were intimate.

“Harry…” you sighed, tilting your head back and grabbing onto his forearms.

“I love these… I love you” he groaned, running his thumbs over your pebbled nipples. The action had your back arching into his touch, whimpering and cupping his face again to bring his lips back to yours.

The back of your knees hit the edge of the bed and he guided you down. “Scootch up, darling…”

You started following his instructions and scootched up towards the pillows, even going as far as tucking your thumbs in the top of your leggings and beginning to tug them down. But then he started speaking.

“God it’s so dark in here. Can barely see you” it was more of a mutter to himself than talking to you before he started walking to the window. Your looked at him in a bit of a panic and you had the sudden urge to cover yourself with your arms.

“No!” You blurted, a bit too loudly. His head snapped to you, hands still on the blinds and his eyes widened a tad, immediately concerned. “I mean… can we, can we keep them shut. Please”

“Baby…” he sighed, letting go of them so the room was still dark before walking back over to you. He knelt on the bed and you immediately brought your knees to your chest and wrapped your arms around them. He shuffled towards you until he was right beside you, his hand on yours to intertwine your fingers. “What’s going on, lovey? You’ve been so… different recently. I’m worried”

“I’m not… I just. I look so different after giving birth and I… I don’t know. It’s stupid” You looked down at your feet, but Harry was quick to gently grab your chin and turn your face to look at him.

“Of course, you look different after birth, y/n. You had a three-kilo human inside of you that you grew for nine months” his tone was gentle and caring, and his eyes full of love.

“I know that Harry. I popped that same three-kilo human out of my vagina, trust me I know” you responded, a little too bitterly.

“Heyy, don’t do that. I’m just trying to help” he seemed a little hurt at your attitude, and you immediately felt bad.

“Sorry, sorry I know. I didn’t mean to snap” you apologised, mumbling a little while you squeezed his hand.

“It’s okay, just… talk to me. Explain how you’re feeling so I can help you.” The room was nearly pitch black, but you could still make out his soft puppy dog eyes and the furrow of concern between his eyes.

“I just feel so… so ugly, H.” You looked away, shrugging out of his grip and resting your chin on your knee. “Like, I’m so proud of Rosie and being her walking, talking house. But she’s ruined my body.”

“She hasn’t ruined your body, y/n. God… you’re beautiful” he interrupted, hurt that you’d even think like that about yourself.

“But I feel like she has! I’ve got so many stretch marks and loose skin and I can’t seem to drop this damn weight. I don’t even know why you want to look at me. It’s better with the lights off” you hugged your knees closer to your chest and avoided looking at him at all costs.

“God y/n. That’s so fucking far from the truth it’s crazy. I love you and I want to look at you. I always want to look at you and I always want to touch you. How could you doubt my attraction to you? I’ve been fucking obsessed with you since we met.” He tried to comfort you, to make you believe that he still loved you.

You believed that he was still attracted to you, you did. But you didn’t believe it enough to love yourself and see what he saw.

Harry swallowed the lump in his throat then kept talking. “How long have you been feeling like this?” He ran a hand through his hair, his heart hurting at how you refused his eye. He was so goddamn in love with you, with all of you and yet you had been feeling so much self-loathing for so long. It was killing him.

“Since I gave birth” you admitted, finally looking at him.

“I… I don’t even know what to say” he cradled your hand in both of his and brought it to his chest like he was hugging it. “Will anything I say change how you feel about yourself?”

You shrugged, looking away again. You felt awful. This was meant to be a nice afternoon between you and now you ruined it with your insecurities.

There was a bit of silence. Harry just pressed kisses to your knuckles before he finally spoke up again, figuring out how he might be able to make you see what he saw. He didn't expect it to magically get rid of all your insecurities, but he hoped it would help at least a little bit.

“Can I show you? Will you let me try and show you why I love you?” His question was soft and earnest, care in his gaze.

“How?” You whispered, looking at him. He opened your hand and turned it over so he could press a kiss to your palm.

“Do you trust me?” His eyes searched your own, emitting warmth and love. It was exactly the look you needed in that moment.

“Of course I do” you answered immediately, knowing that you trusted him with your entire heart, soul and mind.

“Then let me take care of it. Let me take care of you” he cradled your face and kissed you gently. He waited for you to reply with a small ‘okay’ before he pulled away and got off the bed. He entered the walk-in-robe and you just watched as he dragged out your full-length mirror and propped it up against the wall in front of your bed.

“Harry, what are you doing?” You were getting nervous watching him. The moment that mirror was in place and you could see your silhouette sitting in the middle of your king size bed, you felt anxiety rise in your chest and heat your body.

“Trust me, baby. I’m gonna try my hardest to make you feel better” he smiled at you, which was barely visible in the darkness of the room. That was until he ripped the blackout blinds open and illuminated the bedroom.

You hugged your knees harder to your chest, suddenly exposed to Harry and yourself in the mirror in front of you. That heat of anxiety filled your chest, but there was another sort of heat accompanying it.

You knew where this was going, and it was both nerve-wracking and arousing.

He sat down on the floor in front of the bed with his back against the end and legs wide on the floor in front of him. Then he made eye contact with you through the mirror and patted the spot between his legs.

“Come here, y/n”

You were frozen for a moment before you slowly got up from the bed and made your way to him. You kept your arms crossed over your chest, covering your breasts while avoiding making eye contact with yourself in the mirror.

“Good girl, baby” he said softly, smiling up at you as he rubbed up and down the back of your leg. His praise sent a little shiver up your spine and warmth to the pit of your stomach. “How do you feel about taking these off, hmm?” He plucked at your leggings at the back of your leg, letting them snap against you skin gently.

“I don’t know” you were being honest, because this was a lot for you.

“It’s okay. Just come sit here then, okay? We’ll take it one step at a time” he patted the spot again and grabbed your hand, giving you some balance to sit down between his legs with your back against his chest. You avoided eye contact in the mirror, keeping your arms tight against your chest and your knees bent and pressed together.

He wrapped an arm around your waist and grabbed onto your jaw gently with the other hand, turning it to the side so he could clasp his lips with yours. It was a gentle kiss at first, one that steadily grew into something deeper and more passionate.

You found yourself relaxing in his touch. Your arms were dropping down into your lap instead of covering your chest. You brought a hand up to cup his jaw, running your thumb over his cheek and melting at how good it felt. Kissing Harry seemed to wash away all your worries and you were no longer sitting in front of a mirror or anxious about some rolls on your stomach.

It was just you and Harry. Nothing else mattered except you and his hand trailing up to your breast, grabbing it firmly and kneading it in his hand. You whimpered in his mouth and arched into his touch, gasping when he pinched your nipple and pulled it.

“Harry” you squirmed a little in his arms, clenching your thighs together at the nipple stimulation.

“Feel good?” He mused, grabbing your other breast as well and stimulating both nipples at the same time. He kneaded your breasts and tugged at your nipples, pinching and pulling and ugh your brain was turning to mush. “Look in the mirror.”

“What?” You asked, looking at him over your shoulder. You knew that this was where things were going, why else would there be a mirror set up right in front of you? But it still knocked you out of your pleasure daze.

“Look in the mirror and see how fucking gorgeous you are” he turned your head to face forward, keeping a firm grip on your chin so you wouldn’t turn away. Your eyes met his in the mirror, but you refused to look anywhere else. Especially not yourself.

“No.” He shook your chin. “Look at yourself. Now” he was firm, but his tone still gentle.

“Harry” you whined in protest, refusing to look lower than those gorgeous veins on his hand.

“Now, y/n. You can do it. Be good for me, yeah?” He coaxed, kissing your neck and immediately heading for your sweet spot. A sigh of pleasure left your mouth, his left hand still kneading your breast while he nipped at your neck. “Be good for me and I’ll be good for you, baby. Don’t you want to feel good?”

“Y-yeah” you stuttered, eyes fluttering closed. Your clit was getting achier and achier and your underwear more soaked with arousal as time went on.

“Then look”

You finally let your eyes trail lower and you could feel his pleased smile grow against your neck. “Good girl. See how pretty your neck is…” his hand at your chin slid lower to your neck, where he loosely wrapped it around. “…and how pretty it looks with my hand wrapped around it? God I just love the cute little sighs you make when I choke you, when I make that gorgeous mind of yours all hazy and dizzy. Don’t you?” He applied gentle pressure to the sides and that familiar hazy feeling clouded your mind.

“Mhmm” you agreed, placing your hand over his and biting your lip. You missed this, but you especially missed the way he looked at you. His eyes were dark and full of lust and you could already feel his cock beginning to harden against your lower back.

That hazy feeling disappeared as quickly as it existed because his hand was already moving lower. “And your gorgeous tits. Gotten so much fuller now that you're breastfeeding.” He groaned in your ear and your back arched again as both breasts were being stimulated at once. “Can’t help but feel a little jealous sometimes that Rosie gets to be on them all the time”

“Harry! Don’t say that” you scolded, hitting his arm and making him laugh. He was right though, your breasts did get a lot bigger now that you were breastfeeding.

You never really liked that before, but now that you were properly looking at yourself in the mirror for the first time in a long time, you actually loved how they spilled over Harry’s hands. Before, he had a nice handful and now it was like the extra tissue was spilling through his fingers.

There was something just so sexy about it. You didn’t know how you hadn’t seen it before. Maybe because you never allowed yourself to actually find things you appreciate about your new body.

“It’s true” he nipped at your neck, just loving how your skin felt between his teeth. Was that a weird thing to love? Maybe. But he couldn’t find it in himself to care when he was finally able to appreciate your body and take his time with it. “They’re just so fucking full and pretty, and your nipples are just so hard and fucking begging for my mouth.” He tugged at your nipples extra hard just for good measure.

You whined out loud and a smile curled at his lips. “And that. The noises you make. I fucking love those noises, baby… Always gets me so hard when I know I’m making you feel good”

Then his hands started moving lower until they slipped below the waistband of your leggings, just his fingers at first before his palms were flat against your stomach and fully tucked in your pants. “And this… this was the home of our daughter for nine months. Nine months you grew our daughter in here and made her strong and healthy, just like her mum. Without you, there’d be no little Rosie”

“I think it takes two people to make a baby, Harry” you blushed, hating the attention he was showing to your stomach.

“It does, but only one of us grew her inside them.” He kissed your cheek lovingly, smiling at you through the mirror. “That was you, baby, and I’ll forever love you infinitely more because of it” his right hand slid lower and lower to your mound, right over your underwear then lower. He could feel your slick arousal through the thin material but wasn’t able to get much further due to your legs pressed together. “Can we take these off now?”

You nodded, feeling achy and unbearably wet at all the foreplay you two had been doing. “These too?” He plucked at your underwear. The little space created by his hand allowed the band to snap a little against your skin, giving you a little taste of what it was like for him to spank you there.

You had missed that type of sex. The loud, rough, hair-pulling, bruise-making utterly mind-numbing sex that you two used to have before you gave birth. With time, you hoped you’d get back there. But today wasn’t about that and you knew it.

All you wanted out of today was to feel a bit more comfortable being naked around Harry again or just being naked around yourself, really.

“Yes… please” you agreed, lifting your bum to help him. Harry found himself smiling at your eagerness, just so happy that you were excited to get your clothes off in front of him. Progress was being made, and that’s all he cared about.

He was also really fucking excited to look at you. From the moment you sat down between his legs he had been trying to hold himself back from just spreading your legs wide and tearing a hole in your leggings so he could touch you.

He wanted to feel your warmth around his fingers, your arousal on his fingertips when he rubbed your clit and made you cum. He wanted to watch your cream build up at his knuckles as he curled his fingers into the perfect spot to make you scream.

Then he wanted to fuck you so good you forget about everything. Your problems, your insecurities, everything except just you and him.

Harry took the opportunity of your lifted bum and pulled your underwear and leggings down at the same time, letting you take the lead to kick them off your legs and to the side. You let your knees fall inwards again as Harry kissed you again, but this time he didn’t let you cover up.

He used his ankles to cross over yours, bringing them up and over so his feet were on the inside of yours. Then he spread his legs wide and effectively pinned your legs to the floor so you couldn’t move them inwards, or outwards, or anywhere really.

“Harry” you whimpered, your upper body twisting as you grabbed onto his hair while kissing him desperately.

“Look at the mirror” he rasped, grabbing your neck right under your jaw and forcing it to turn towards the mirror again.

Your eyes widened at the sight, and your immediate reaction was to try and slam your legs shut. But Harry’s strength was too much and kept them wide apart so you could see everything.

“See how gorgeous you are? How pretty your pussy is?” He teased, his hand sliding down your stomach and two fingers immediately finding your pebbled clit.

The light touch had you gasping and grabbing onto his thigh in reflex. That was one thing childbirth did that you actually enjoyed, it made you much more sensitive to every little touch. Even just his fingers pressed there had you squirming in his grip.

“Harry” you gasped, guiding his spare hand to your breast again.

“Let’s make a deal, yeah? You look away and I stop touching, understand?” He hummed in your ear, kissing below it on your neck as he started rubbing little circles on your clit. His touch was steady and with good pressure so a back-arching pleasure filled your spine.

“Uhuh” you agreed, eyes hooded while you focused on the way his hands touched your body. One at your breast, kneading it and tugging at your nipple while the other rubbed your clit just perfectly.

Then he slid his fingers lower, dipping one to your entrance then two before he pushed them both into you at once. It had you gasping, eyes fluttering shut and nails digging into his thigh.

“Uh uh. Open” he tutted, pulling his hand completely away from you.

Your eyes flew open and you whined a little at the loss of contact, feeling your cheeks flush at the smirk playing on his lips. “Keep watching or I stop. You know the rules”

“Sorry… sorry, oh Jesus!” he slipped his fingers back into you, this time immediately curling them upwards to your g-spot and stimulating there. He pressed the heel of his palm to your clit, stroking your g-spot while grinding his hand against you.

“See? See how good it can feel when you’re a good girl and listen to me? See how pretty you are when you’re feeling good, hmm?” He smiled against your ear. “My pretty girl. My gorgeous wife. How'd I get so fucking lucky?”

And just kept speaking to you the entire time, whispering filthy words about his cock stretching you out then following it up with a praise or compliment. It was dizzying and had you gasping and whimpering in pleasure.

Being forced to watch it all had you so overwhelmed too. It was a bit mortifying to be honest, watching the way your stomach rose and fell with every pant and how your breast just overfilled Harry’s hand. But then it was also so… eye-opening and exhilarating.

Harry watched you with such intense attraction and arousal. His eyes were all over your body, trailing and leaving a burning line behind as he just looked at every inch. He was trying to memorise every detail.

He stopped at your face and mouth, then lower at your neck and breasts, focusing on how it moved in his hand. He licked his lips at your stomach and you could practically see his mouth water when he focused on your pussy. You were so wet and shiny and so damn soft under his fingers.

He was mesmerised by how perfect you were. His wife. The love of his life and the most incredible person in the entire world.

He was crazy about you.

Seeing him look at you like that made you feel so… good. You were naked and possibly in a very unflattering position, but he still looked at you with such hunger and just. It made you feel so loved and appreciated.

Maybe you were seeing what he saw. Even just a little bit.

“Harry… I… I think I’m close” you swallowed the lump in your throat. Your eyes were threatening to close, but you were trying so hard to push against that urge. If you closed your eyes or looked away he’d stop and you didn’t want that.

You were so close.

“Come for me, my love. Give me all you’ve got, baby… Show me how pretty you can be when you come around my fingers”

Then you let go. You came with a moan of his name and tipped your head back onto his shoulder while waves and waves of pleasure rolled over you. Harry whispered words of encouragement in your ear the entire time as he carried you through, grinding his palm and fingers just enough to prolong your orgasm until it became too sensitive for you.

“Okay, okay” you gasped while pushing his hand away from you.

“Sorry” he chuckled lightly while kissing your neck lovingly. He then happily licked his fingers clean, moaning obnoxiously at your taste with a smirk on his lips. “God you taste good”

“Harryyy” you blushed, covering your face with your hands.

“Don’t do that, don’t cover yourself anymore” he pulled your hands from your face and intertwined your fingers, hugging them around your body so his arms were wrapped around you.

He gently unhooked his ankles from yours at the same time so you had free movement of your legs again. Once your eyes met his in the mirror he smiled and kissed your cheek before pressing his chin to your shoulder.

“There she is, there’s those pretty eyes of yours… How are you feeling?”

“Better, I think”

“Better is all I need, baby. I just want you to feel good around me” he smiled softly to you through the mirror and you returned it happily, loving the closeness of just sitting there like that.

But the heartbeat between your legs hadn’t disappeared yet. As much as you wanted to focus on how you felt significantly less uncomfortable looking at yourself naked in the mirror, all wrapped up in your husband, that beat of need between your legs was stronger. It was yelling at you for action, attention, for Harry.

“I always do. Always” you responded, turning slowly in his arms until you were on your knees and facing him. You didn’t say anything else, not when you slung your arms over his shoulders and ran your fingers into the curls at the back of his head, nor when you kissed him softly.

But kissing Harry was never just soft. It always turned to more. And how could it not this time when you were completely naked and pressed against him? Your pebbled nipples against his chest and his hard cock against your knee.

His arms wrapped around you and he grabbed your ass, squeezing it until you whimpered then spanked you hard enough to make you yelp. The bite of pain had you reeling and you were growing more and more desperate for him to be inside you and make you feel all full and wonderful.

You pushed your knee a little harder against his cock, making him groan hard into your mouth and spank you again. “Get on the bed. Now” he rasped like he was barely holding on.

All you could do was nod before standing. Harry followed suit and shoved his shorts and underwear to the floor before he was cradling your face again and kissed you. It was passionate and deep and filled your belly with butterflies.

He guided you back onto the bed like you were at the beginning of this session, head on the pillows. But this time he joined you. He knelt between your legs and hovered over you, fists on either side of your head as kissed along your jaw and down your neck.

“Please. Please” you panted, tugging on his hair to bring him back to your mouth.

“I got you. I got you baby” he assured you, pecking you before sitting back on his feet.

He rubbed up and down your inner thighs, spreading your legs further and almost pinning them to the bed before he was pulling you down closer to his hips. Your legs were now slung over his thighs on either side of his hips, close enough so that he could easily slide into you.

And he did. He guided the head of his cock to your folds and wasted no time pressing it to your entrance. It was slow at first, a deep overwhelming full feeling as he slowly pushed into you. Little by little he filled you up; the intrusion made easier by his earlier fingering and how damn wet you were.

That didn’t stop you from moaning loudly for him, your head thrown back on the pillows just at the feeling of him entering you. You’d never get used to how utterly perfect his cock felt inside you. Large and long, enough to stretch and sting a little but not enough to make you completely immobile the next day (unless that was his plan).

Perfect.

You and Harry just fit perfectly together, you always had. Even with this changed body of yours, you felt like you always would too.

“God you feel so fucking good. So wet for me” Harry whimpered, gasping when he went as far as he could go.

“Move… just move. Please” you begged, grabbing his arms and the duvet tightly.

He followed your command instantly, rocking his hips back and forth. It was gentle at first, like he didn’t want to get too rough with you. But when your pussy properly opened up for him and he got deeper and you felt warmer and wetter around him he couldn’t help himself.

It didn’t help that you were begging him for it too. Whimpering ‘more’ and ‘ugh, more’ and the obvious ‘faster’ and ‘harder’ hints that he needed.

He slung your knees over the crooks of his arms and grabbed you that way so his hands could be free to play with your breasts. This position opened you up more so your knees were closer to your chest and he felt impossibly deeper inside you.

That right there is what had you squealing and writhing. His big large hands tugging at your nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefingers and just utterly sending you to heaven.

The pleasure was indescribable. His cock was deep and heavy, sliding in and out of you with a pace almost cruel. He hadn’t fucked you like this for a long time, so fast and hard you knew it would ache your insides for days after.

Your orgasm was building up fast too. Every nerve was alive and fiery and just everything about this situation was making you a little overwhelmed. In a good way. Your mind was at peace, for the first time in a long time and your body was being fucked like Harry was so passionately in love with you it was bursting at the seams.

“Oh fuck, baby. What do we have here, hmm?” Harry teased coyly, eyes right at your nipples where fucking breastmilk started to leak from your ducts. It must’ve been from the prolonged attention he was giving them all day, or maybe he was stimulating them just right.

It didn’t matter why or how it started happening. All that mattered was now that your milk was leaking over Harry’s fingers and down your tits, all he could think about was licking them clean.

He never thought about it before. It hadn’t even crossed his mind as something that might’ve happened from his touch, or something he might’ve been into. But now his mouth was practically watering at the thought and it was itching his brain in a kind of fucked up yet satisfying way.

“What… what are you? Oh.”

His cock was overwhelming your senses so much that you genuinely had no idea what he was referring to until you felt the wetness at your chest and actually looked down at his hands. His fingertips were covered in your milk, and a little line of it was dripping down the side and dangerously close to the bedding.

“Just leave it. Fuck just ignore it, H. It’s fine” you begged, pushing his sweaty hair from his face.

“No. I’ll clean it” he let go of one breast and pressed his hand beside your head on the bed for balance. Then, as his hips still rocked inside you he leaned down and licked the bead of milk from the end all the way back to your nipple where he flicked his tongue against you.

“Harry!” you gasped, completely unexpecting him to do that.

“Is that okay?” he paused his movements, waiting for the go-ahead. His hand was still firmly on your breast, your nipple between his thumb and forefinger like he was preparing to squeeze more of your milk out of you.

You didn’t expect to like it. But the feeling of his tongue running against your skin was delicious, even more so when it ran right over your nipple and the source of your milk. So you nodded. You wanted him to do it again.

“Yes… yes, it’s okay”

“Get on top then” he responded, voice rushed. He was quick to get off you and sit beside you with his back against the headboard. You were equally as quick as getting up and climbing onto him, hands on his shoulders to support you as you slid back down onto his cock.

Before that mirror exercise, you wouldn’t have gotten on top of him unless it was pitch black and you had a t-shirt on. But now you felt a little better about yourself, and you were way too focused on getting filled with his cum while he had your tit stuffed in his mouth.

Harry grabbed your hip with one hand and guided your tit back to his mouth with the other, and then you were gone. Your hips moved on their own, bouncing and swivelling and searching for your own pleasure as he licked and sucked at your nipple.

He cleaned all around it, groaning and moaning at the taste of your milk before switching to the other. Harry just kept stimulating them, getting more milk and lapping it up like he couldn’t get enough. It was so fucking erotic that you could barely watch it, yet you also couldn’t stop yourself. Especially when he looked right at you and tugged your nipple between his teeth, pulling it out as milk spurt out.

It sent him right to heaven. His mind was in a new state of pleasure and he honestly couldn’t believe how incredible it felt to be so close like this with you. So intimate… so connected. You couldn’t really get more connected if you tried.

“God baby, I love you. Love you so fucking much. Making me feel so good I can barely hold it any longer”

“Don’t, don’t hold it” you gasped before pulling his face upward so your mouths met. “Come. Come inside me, H. Fill me with another baby.”

That was all it took for him to explode inside you, his loud moan of your name filling the room as his come filled you. It was one of those feelings that physically matched how emotionally full you felt right now. Barely a beat later you were also coming, gasping his name and holding him close as you both rode your highs, still very connected in the most intimate way.

“So… are you feeling a bit more confident now, my love?” Harry asked, his fingers lightly running up and down your arm. You were now both showered and laying in bed, preparing for an actual nap now that you two had finally reconnected.

“A bit. I think I might need a few more sessions with Dr. Styles though” you grinned, looking up at him.

It was true, Harry really did make you feel more confident in yourself. And while your insecurities weren’t going to be fixed during a single session of sex, it definitely helped and it felt like a step in a positive direction.

Harry rose his eyebrow and laughed, cupping your face to kiss you. “I think that can be arranged.”

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