What about Harry coming home from a long day in studio. You prepared everything with roses, candels and fluffy blankets and pillows. He's getting a soft massage, maybe you cover his eyes with a scarf and he really likes it and then, after a while, shortly before he would fall asleep, he turns over and you both have soft, gentle, caring and loving sex. 😍😍😍😍 FUCK MY LIFE
“It’s been a long day, baby” he murmurs against your cheek in the second the door closes behind him. He looks tired and annoyed from work and his clingy mood surprises you. “There was so much stress in the studio… Making music isn’t supposed to be stressful, y'know?”
You nod, wrapping your hands around his neck and giving him a soft kiss on the lips. Somehow you knew all of this was gonna happen, that’s why you prepared everyhing in the living room.
“Did you find a new guitarist?”
“Yes” he nods, taking off his shoes. “His name’s Michael Rowland and he’s very talanted. I think he’s a great guy, but i couldn’t pay enough attention to him today because of this system problem. The boys are still there, trying to fix it, but i think it’s going to stay like this for a while. Maybe two or three days.”
You bite your lip in a try not to smile when he walks in the living room and sees the soft blankets, the lighted candles and the roses. His eyes widen and he looks at you, filled with graefulness and love. His arms wrap around your body and he lifts you, spinning you around the room.
“M’ sweet girl” he whispers as if there’s a baby sleeping in the room. “Yeh know how much i love yeh, don’ yeh?”
And when both of you are under the blankets, cuddling and warming each other, he remembers about the book with the erotic poems in it you bought him for his birthday last year. He takes it from the shelf on the wall and comes back to you, opening it on the page where it’s your favourite one. Your head falls on his chest and you can’t help but think how good he always smells.
By the time he finishes reading, his voice and the words, slipping from his heart-shaped lips, already turned you on two the point you have to clench your, trying to get rid of the pain inbetween them. He smirks at you when he realizes where is your discomfort coming from.
“Does my sweet girl needs help, hm? Do yeh wan’ me t’ take care of yeh, honey?”
And so he does. Peeling off every peace of clothing you have on your body, before burying his fingers in your hair and himself too, deep to the point you can feel him in your stomach.