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Allegiance pt.II

After taking a little while off from writing and tumblr in general, I’m finally back! Decided to post a little part two to Allegiance, so please read again to refresh your memory if you need to :) Hope you enjoy x

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warnings: language, smut (unprotected sex), fluff, super cute cuddly Harry with babies

summary: Harry and y/n spend the weekend at his parents’ lake house to unwind and relax

Two months later

Since beginning our real relationship we’ve been almost inseparable. I can almost guarantee his family can tell something is up - probably hoping for an announcement of sorts. We weren’t announcing anything, only happy to finally be with each other. There were no secrets between us - or his family, except that we were fake dating up until two months ago.

The night we confessed our feelings we spent our first night together, talking about everything and nothing. We didn’t plan on letting anyone know what had been going on the past two years, only continuing to be together. Sex wasn’t even on our minds that night, cuddling and kissing until we fell asleep thinking ‘is this real?’

It was indeed very real and ever since we have really basked in the honeymoon phase we had entered.

We had been staying the night with each other more often than not, spending our evenings eating dinner we made together, watching a tv series we just started and cuddling before heading to bed where there would be more cuddles. There had been some indulging in sexual activities, but even after two months we still hadn’t had sex. It wasn’t that we were waiting for a special moment or didn’t want to jump into it, thinking it would be weird as we had known each other so long without having much intimate physical contact, it just hadn’t happened yet. I’m sure Harry’s just as frustrated as I am but neither of us have mentioned it, him happy with a blowjob and me with his face in between my legs.

This weekend we were going to his parents’ lake house along with his other siblings and their respective families. I hoped it would be the relaxing weekend we both badly needed, work having taken a lot of our time the last few weeks. Swimming in the lake, game nights, home cooked meals by his dad - I couldn’t wait.

Harry and I were the first to arrive after Marie and Jack - taking our bags to the room we’d share before sinking into the large plush white couch in the family room. I had no plans of even laying down, nor laying down next to Harry - my face squished into his neck and arm around his torso - but I couldn’t resist when he pulled me down with him. His parents were walking around the house making sure everything was up to par and turning on the jacuzzi so it’d be ready for use tonight.

Minutes after laying down, Harry’s fingers running through my hair, I fell asleep in the silence surrounding us only hearing the quiet voices of Harry’s parents in the background. Apparently Harry must have fallen asleep not long after me as we were both sleeping on the couch when the rest of his siblings arrived. He was still out when I woke up to his youngest niece being put down in the middle of us - mostly laying on Harry’s chest.

“Oh, you’re here!” I exclaimed and pulled my arm out from under the baby to put my hand on her, making sure she wouldn’t fall off of her uncle. Even with the loud shoes smacking against the floor as his older niece ran around and the baby weight on his torso - his nose nuzzling into the top of my head - he was still fast asleep. Looking up from the couch we were now three people cuddling on, his sisters and their families were getting their things settled and I could smell dinner cooking in the kitchen.

«Babe.. Your siblings are here.» I’ve found trying to coax Harry awake to be hard these last couple months when we’ve been sleeping at each others places. He wants to catch as much sleep as possible and will most likely fall asleep anywhere as long as he feels comfortable with the place and people around him.

His niece giggled when he grimaced at her before placing a hand on her back and pulled her in for a hug. Harry squeezed us together taking turns in kissing our foreheads. It was a cute moment and I found myself hoping someone had grabbed their phone to photograph us.

The evening came crawling upon us quicker than imagined, but I guess that’s what happens when you have kids to entertain you for hours on end. Harry is completely smitten by his nieces and they are just as infatuated by him. I could sit watching him play with them all day long with no complaints, truly loving the sight of the three running around the backyard, or rolling in the grass, giggles being heard every few minutes from the girls - and Harry.

“Who’s ready for dinner?” Jack’s voice boomed out from the terrace door, beckoning everyone to come inside for a deliciously well-prepared meal. It’s always a pleasure getting a home-cooked meal by Harry’s dad, making the most delicious food I’ve ever tasted. Once, a couple weeks ago, I tried to make a recipe he sent me and let’s just say the smoke alarm went off fifteen minutes into the forty minutes I was supposed to spend preparing the meal for Harry and me.

The dinner table was filled with veggies, well-seasoned chicken, salads of different kinds and a few bottles of wine to complete the meal. Us adults were sitting around the table laughing and letting everyone know what's been going on since we last saw each other as we enjoyed the food full of flavor I had no idea how to describe. The girls sat with us, eating hot-dogs and veggies as they, too, laughed along the rest of us. It was the perfect way to start the weekend - a relaxing and entertaining dinner before helping with the clean up and going our separate ways.

The house was a two-story house right by the lake, meaning it was quite spacious and every couple almost had an entire section for themselves. We were staying on the upper floor on one end, while his younger sister and her husband were on the other end. The rest were downstairs, deciding to give the youngest space for themselves, especially with the kids still waking up early and sometimes during the night.

“You want to watch a movie?” There was a TV mounted on the wall in front of the bed screaming for us to watch something as we finished our glasses of wine before going to bed. During the last months, we’ve found ourselves in this position often - cuddling, kissing, talking about nonsense whilst the movie plays in the background. Though we always plan on fully watching the movie every time we put one on, it doesn’t happen. I don’t think we’ve ever gotten further than fifteen minutes into a movie before it’s forgotten and we’re back in our own little bubble.

The same thing happened this time around - just as suspected.

About half an hour had gone by since Harry pressed play on the movie we had decided on - a cheesy romantic comedy per Harry’s request - and our heads had turned towards each other and our lips practically touched the others when we spoke in hushed voices. Though we didn’t think anyone would hear us, we like to keep it quiet and intimate, whispering to each other knowing we’ll be the only ones to hear the other person's thoughts and feelings.

It felt as if time stopped when we were having our nightly talks. Harry was comforting and I liked hearing about his day or discussing a news article one of us had read that day. It was freeing and now that I’ve had it for two months, I don’t know if I’ll want another night passing by without our talks. Though we don’t spend every night together, with work and other things getting in the way, we always make sure to have enough time for a good night call if we’re not together.

His mouth had been slotted with mine on and off for a while, just like how it usually was, but after a bit we both grew needy, wanting more than just making out. It was clear Harry was feeling good, with his already hard length rubbing against my thigh to get some sort of friction.

“Are you against me going down on you while we’re here?” Harry whispered in my ear as he continued his trail of leaving kisses from my cheek to my ear and down my neck; ending in a love bite closer to my collar bone. I don’t think it was possible for me to turn down Harry, especially not knowing how much we both want each other. Then again, I was growing tired of only doing oral and if there was a time to finally go all the way, this was it. It didn’t bother me that we were sharing the house with his family, knowing they wouldn’t really care unless we made a lot of noise.

Shaking my head I answered him, “Don’t want you to.. Want to feel you inside me, finally.” It had him stopping his kisses to look up at me checking to see if I actually said what he thought he heard. Nodding slightly, his wide smile took over his lips before nodding back. There was no need for more words, and with us both turned on, there wasn’t much foreplay needed. I absolutely didn’t mind, knowing this was going to be special and there were going to be so many more times where we could do foreplay.

Harry threw the t-shirt I had stolen from him to the side after pulling it off of me and gave a quick lick to my nipples before continuing to pull off our underwear. Having already been naked with him quite a few times now, either when pleasing each other or having a shower together, I felt comfortable laying in my natural form in front of him. He wasn’t shying away from taking the sight in, and honestly, neither was I. It never ceases to impress me how incredible he looks and though he doesn’t go to the gym too often, he manages to maintain his physique unlike me who has to work out to keep my body in shape.

“I can’t believe I’m the lucky man who gets to see you like this. Seriously, y/n, you’re a dream.” I giggled at him before reaching for him to lay down on top of me. The weight of his body on mine was nice and I often encouraged him to lay down on me when we were cuddling cause it made me feel safe in his arms.

“I’m the lucky one, babe.” We had been quite sentimental and loving towards one another since sharing our feelings, perhaps annoying some people, but after spending two years hating how he didn’t speak to me or open up it was nice to hear. He came down kissing my lips twice before leaning back just slightly to look me in the eyes as he swiped his fingers from my entrance to my clit, making sure I was wet enough and ready for him.

We kept eye contact as he moved the tiniest bit to rest his tip at my entrance, stopping for a short moment to find my lips again before pushing in. The anticipation definitely got to me making me more nervous than I was at first, but his kisses and gentle touch to my thigh was enough to help calm me back down.

When he finally bottomed out after pushing in slowly to take in the moment, we both let out a sigh of relief knowing this was it. There was no going back and we were excited to connect in this way, too. It really was the final piece to our relationship moving forward.

“I’m so happy with you.” Harry was clearly feeling emotional, uttering every single deep emotion and feeling in a hushed voice, while keeping still inside me. Though it was very sweet of him, I couldn’t wait any longer for him to move. Not wanting to break his thoughts and deep emotions, I only moved my hips slightly not really having much room to do so. Harry must’ve understood what I wanted from it, lifting his hips up only to thrust back into me a second later. His speed was slow, wanting to take everything in and appreciate the moment they were sharing so intimately.

After getting to know Harry the past couple of months, he’s shown me how much of an incredible guy he really is. He isn’t closed off anymore, opening up about every aspect of his life and answering any question I might have. It is clear he’s skeptical of new people and only has a small tight-knitted group of friends who he trusts, which is something I’ve come to admire about him. He’s sweet, kind, loving, genuine and has a big love for his family (especially the children, which he’s already told me he wants at least two himself).

Harry was sure to make me reach my orgasm before he did, playing with my clit as he kissed all over my face, making short but quick thrusts. It felt incredible, mostly because it was Harry, but also because I’ve been looking forward to this exact moment for a while and it’s finally happened. He couldn’t wipe his smile off of his face after pulling out of me, much like I couldn’t hold back mine either. Making a quick trip to the bathroom, we cleaned up before going back to bed. With the duvet covering us, we cuddled into the night, falling asleep as happy as we could be.

The next day

I had expected to wake up to an empty bed, knowing how Harry gets restless in the mornings, needing to get up right away to have his morning coffee while scrolling through a news page online. It was how I had found him most mornings the past two months, but today he was still pressed up tightly against my back, his arm wrapped around me and his shallow breaths left goosebumps on my neck. A lovely surprise, indeed.

When he felt my intake of air he pulled me closer to him, immediately feeling the bump in his boxers pushing into my butt cheek. I was only wearing a skimpy thong barely covering anything at all and I knew Harry had a problem with morning wood (well, I wouldn’t see it as a problem, but a nice way to wake up knowing I would most likely have the time to please him exactly how I know he likes it). With the continuation of our intimate relationship last night, this morning would be even better.

Harry managed to stay quiet while burying himself into the depths of my wet pussy, aching for a release. If last night and this morning was only the beginning of our intimate times together, I sure couldn’t wait for the rest.

When we finally had calmed down and gotten ourselves cleaned up for a day with his family, we headed down where breakfast was already in full swing though the clock had barely reached nine. Harry and his whole family liked to get up early and get going, never wasting a single minute, very unlike myself and how I could sleep in until noon if I wanted to. Maybe Harry could teach me how to embrace the morning instead of loathing getting out of bed before necessary. Not that I’d want to waste the day away in bed when I was with Harry’s family.

“Morning you two!” I realized then and there that this family could never not be chirpy in the morning, or ever really. Marie and Jack had been lovely to me since the first time I met them two years ago, asking Harry to bring me to every function or family dinner. I understand now how he had such difficulty saying no to them as I honestly couldn’t find it in me to ever want to disappoint his parents.

“Morning, how are you?” His sisters and their husbands were sitting at the table with Harry’s nieces, Mollie and Evie, scarfing down their first meal of the day. I was sure Marie had an itinerary full of things for us to do this weekend and excited to tell us all when we sat down to eat with them. It was the first time I had been around for breakfast with his family, never having slept over in his family home or been on a get-away trip with them before.

A part of me was nervous about if they’d see any changes in how Harry and I acted with each other, now being much more touchy-feely and continuously whispering sweet nothings to each other. It was a full three-sixty from before - when we were alone at least.

Mollie was making grabby hands towards Harry, wanting to sit in his lap for a cuddle like she often did. The five-month old had been attached to her uncle since the day they met when she was only hours old in the hospital. I knew it meant the world to Harry, not having any children himself yet, but feeling so needed by someone he didn’t even help create. It was nice seeing them together and I won’t lie, it definitely made my heart beat faster and my ovaries clench at the thought of maybe having his kids some day. We were clearly not ready yet, nor had we even had a chat about when we would want children, but I hoped it was in the cards for us someday down the road.

“Hi baby girl, you missed uncle Harry?” He pressed a kiss to the crown of her head before turning her around to press another kiss to her chubby cheek.

“You want granola and yogurt? I’ll grab it for you so you can play with Mollie. We can share some fruit and berries?” I asked in a hushed voice so only Harry could hear what I was asking. The rest of the family were in a deep discussion about who forgot to bring the almond milk so I didn’t want to break it up. Harry turned his head towards me and puckered his lips slightly telling me he wanted a kiss. A quick peck on the lips was all I would do in front of his family, not wanting to make them uncomfortable.

Mollie laughed at the kiss and brought her hands to each of our cheeks to bring our lips together again. One more peck and she continued laughing. It wasn’t a chuckle but a full on belly rumbling laugh. We kept on kissing every few seconds, unaware at how everyone had ended their discussion in favor of watching us. It kept going for a minute or two before I decided it was enough kissing after noticing how quiet everyone was except for Mollie’s laughter lighting up the room.

Harry and Mollie kept playing in his chair while I made his granola for him and put some cut up fruit on a plate to bring back to Harry. I made myself a piece of cheese toast after placing Harry’s breakfast on the table, joining him and the rest of the family after only a minute or two. The rest of the morning went by fairly slowly, enjoying the peace of the lake which couldn’t compare to the city life. I would love to come back here sometime, maybe Harry and I could lend it for a week just the two of us. That would be a dream.

The weekend is almost over and when I say thank God, I really mean it. Yes, at first it was incredible, everyone together and Harry and I having sex for the first time - it was all I could have dreamt about the weekend starting out like. It went downhill rapidly though. After breakfast on Saturday we went to a nearby beach where the questions started coming, not only directed at me, but at Harry too, and I knew he was getting as aggravated as I was. Trying to hide my aggression and annoyance towards his family was hard and after an hour, I told Harry I was going back to the house.

I had had enough of the questions and insinuations - ‘next time we’ll be celebrating it’ll be for you, maybe soon, hm?’ ‘oh, my bad, I thought it was a diamond of the engagement kind’ ‘aren’t you ready to have your own child to dote on?’ - it was tiring and I felt pushed into a corner. Though I was certain they weren’t doing it on purpose, they were asking questions they had no right asking in my eyes. We were moving at our own pace and we would tell them if anything life changing was happening.

Harry followed me to his car, giving me his keys and telling me he would stay and talk some sense into them. “No, I don’t want them to feel bad, it’s probably just me overreacting. Tell them I have a migraine or something that won’t make them think I’m pregnant.”

With a loving kiss he sent me on my way back to the lake house, alone until dinner time when they came back. Throughout game night it continued and both Harry and I were exhausted at dodging comments and telling them we weren’t going to have babies or get engaged soon. When the little girls went to bed at eight, Harry and I retreated as well.

After trying to hold my tears the whole afternoon I finally let them fall when we were alone in the shower, knowing there was no chance anyone could hear but Harry who was holding me in his arms. He had no idea how much I needed that tight hug from him and how much it actually calmed me down. In a matter of two short months he had become so important to me and I felt safer in his embrace than I did in anyone else's.

Six months later - March

I had moved in with Harry last month, just in time for Valentine’s Day, and Harry did nothing but spoil me the entire day. A long morning in bed full of kisses and endless rounds of love making followed by breakfast (more like lunch) in bed with a bunch of pink roses - knowing they’re my favorite. The evening was spent in a lowly lit corner of a restaurant where Harry had made sure to tell them he wanted a bottle of cooled Chablis (also a favorite of mine) ready when we arrived and another bunch of pink roses at the table. I definitely treated him to a blowjob of the best kind (at least that’s what he’s told me) that night, ending with him coming down my throat with the loudest moans I’ve heard him let out. It was a day for the books for sure.

His parents had a huge celebration party for us the weekend I moved in, glad to finally have us move forward in our relationship (though they were sure to explain how it was only a minor step in the right direction and they were still waiting for a diamond on my ring finger and a baby in my belly). Nevertheless, it was a lovely night spent with both of our families who had met at the Christmas party Marie had decided to host at the last minute.

We were ecstatic about finally living together and celebrated by drinking a few too many pints of beer and one shot too many of tequila (our favorite alcohol to get drunk off of). The night ended with falling asleep mid kiss on a sofa in one of the many living rooms of Marie and Jack’s (in my eyes) castle.

We were getting along perfectly with only a couple of arguments about small things, always working through it before going to bed. The only argument happening over again is caused by his parents. They only mean well, but I’ve had enough of their endless questions of when we’re having babies and getting married. Harry and I sat down one night to discuss it and figure out what we both want and when we want it, and we agreed on waiting for at least a couple of years to try for a baby. It would be too soon to try now, having moved in together only last month. An engagement is up to him, but we’re both wanting for it to happen sometime in the future. I want it to be a surprise though, and it doesn’t matter to me if it happens before or after babies. As for how many children we want, we both want a big family, so three would be a good number to start at, then we’ll think about more after that.

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