Harry Styles Imagines

Caught (Smut)

Kind of smutty, not really...

You had been noticing Harry constantly rubbing at the bottom of his back and stretching, his face contorting into one of misery and pain every time he moved a certain way. You noticed it especially when he stood up with a 4 year old Mason on his hip, sleeping. He took Mason up to bed while you took a 7 year old Emilia's hand and took her up to her bed, tucking her in. One year old, Ella already tucked away in her crib in her nursery.

You listened as Harry whispered to Mason at his door before going into the master bathroom and finding your massage oil and heater. You had taken a couple of beauty courses over the years and massage had been a part of them, so you were ready to try and relieve some of the pain in your husbands back that you knew he would deny saying he was too young for back pain.

Harry walked in and noticed you with the oils, furrowing his eyebrows at you and you gestured to the bed, as to tell him to lie down. He did so and you climbed onto the bed, straddling his bum and pouring some of the oil onto his back before rubbing it to spread. You started to press firmly into his back, not too hard though, and felt the knots that were no doubt causing the pain.

"What are you stressing about, my love? You have so many knots," you said and he shrugged.

"I'm not stressing, I promise," he said, voice muffled by the bed, making you smile. You tried to loosen the knots and lessen the pain for him, before massaging his whole back. You spend around 20 minutes massaging him before you started to feel a tingling between your legs as you admired his back muscles and the small moans escaping from his mouth. You took the towel that you had laid on the bed and wiped the oil before pressing a kiss to his neck, and splaying them over the skin of his back.

"Someone's in the mood," he groaned and you chuckled against the skin on his shoulder blade where he had the angel wings tattooed that were dedicated to you. You pressed a gentle kiss over his inked skin before moving to lay beside him and he turned to face you, instantly bringing your lips to his and starting a full on make out session. "Are you sure?" You nodded and pulled off the t-shirt of his you were wearing. "Eager tonight, Mrs. Styles," he smirked and you shrugged.

"We never have time to make love anymore with the kids. They're all sleeping, let's just have some fun," you smiled and he nodded before pulling his boxers off leaving himself naked. He slowly worked your lace underwear off, smiling as he noticed that they were new, before throwing them onto the floor. Harry hovered over you and started to kiss you once more before you pulled away and grasped his dick, that was hard in your hand making you smirk. He groaned and fell back onto the bed allowing you to climb down his body, kissing as you went, until you reached the little trail of hair leading to his pubic hair. You then licked a stripe up his underside before sucking the tip, not to aggressively, before surprising him and taking him into your mouth, as much as you could.

He groaned, one of his hands grasping the sheets and the other coming to rest on the back of your head, but making sure he didn't push or pull you. He could be fun and exciting during sex, but he never, ever forced you to do anything you weren't comfortable with or anything that you couldn't, and you loved him even more for that.

"Stop. I want to come inside you," he groaned and you nodded once you had levelled yourself with his face once more. He helped you hoist one leg over his body before taking himself in his hand and dragging the tip, up and down your slit a little to gather some of the moisture, before allowing you to sink down, him filling you up to the brim making you moan as he hit that spot that he always did.

"Move, baby," he whispered breathily and you lifted your hips using his hands that were joined with yours for balance before sinking back down. You lay your front against his, and rolled your hips which he apparently liked as his eyes scrunched shut and he grabbed onto your sides, encouraging the rolling movement.

"Fuck, this angle is good," you groaned and he nodded in agreement. "I'm close already," You whispered and Harry nodded. You continued to roll your hips when the door to your right swung open revealing a small 4 year old Mason, and you quickly rolled off of Harry and grabbed the covers to cover both of you. 

"What's wrong little guy?" Harry asked and Mason's lip pouted and shook.

"There's a monster in my room, Daddy. It's in my closet," you sighed and grabbed your underwear, managing to put them on under the covers. "Why was Mummy on top of you like that?" He asked and your face turned red as you got up, now with your underwear on, and grabbed Harry's t-shirt, slipping it on and throwing boxers to Harry who manoeuvred them up his leg underneath the sheet.

You walked over and lifted Mason up, his head falling tiredly to your shoulder and you kissed his head. "Mummy and Daddy were just having a hug, that's all," Harry answered your son's question and he nodded, satisfied with that answer.

"Say goodnight to Daddy, little one," you whispered to the small boy in your arms and you tilted him towards Harry who puckered his lips, Mason giving him one making you smiled. "Let's get you back into bed, I promise there's no monsters in your room. Come on, shall Mummy go look?" He nodded as an answer still against your shoulder and you carried him back into his room.

It was the first time one of your kids had ever caught you and Harry, and you were hoping it would be the last... Because if you were being honest, it was incredibly embarrassing...