harry on the bed

“Baby, please”

How about this;

You and Harry have been laying in bed all evening. You started with the Sun about to set, a beautiful purple painting on the walls, and now it’s completely dark. While the movies have been on, you have had your leg draped over Harry’s soft waist and your hand under his shirt resting on his tummy. Harry’s arm has been holding you close and his lips kissing the top of your head lovingly every now and then.


Now, you’re on top of him, straddling his hips, and feeling the pressure of his cock against your heat. You lean down to kiss him, first along his jaw and then teasingly just lightly his lips, but then he leans in and pulls you closer by the back of your head. Your lips move in sync with his and you can feel his lips curve up in a smile. As Harry tries catching a breath, he whimpers into the kiss. But nothing sexual.


Harry’s hands slide down your back and under your hoodie (well his hoodie that you stole), and he dances his fingers along your skin, sending shivers down your spine. He fiddles with the back of your bra for a moment, and then moves to the front and cups your boob with his huge hand. You feel his cold rings against your hot skin. But still nothing sexual.


His hands slide down your sweatpants to your bum and massage it firmly, giving it a slap. Harry’s breaths become more shallow and quick, and a curly strand of hair falls on his face, but you tug it behind his ear. Harry starts shifting under you, the grip on your bum moves up to your hips and starts to guide you to grind against him. 


You pull away, which makes Harry stop his movements. His chest is rising up and down quickly, and you can see the need and the begging in his dark green eyes. His cherry red lips fall open, whimpering a quiet “Baby, please”, his voice cracking at the end.

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This was totally unplanned but inspired by a rather interesting and steamy conversation with @intoyoump3 and @yeshaddy so you can thank them for the motivation lolol. Hope you enjoy! - M xx.

You didn’t hear the door open when Harry got home.

Instead, you heard his footsteps up the stairs and the aroma of his cologne stroll right through the bedroom. You knew it was him without looking up from your book, one that you’ve been reading all day since Harry left for work. “Hey baby,” you say, reading so carefully on the page as you heard him take off his boots.

“Hi,” he mumbled before he tosses his jacket on the empty chair next to your bed. Your eyes wonder back to your book as you cross your legs; you hear the bed creak a little once Harry sits at the edge of it looking at you. There was a short silence as he crawled closer to you, his hands finding your bare legs as he started to rub at them slowly.

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“Flat out” - h.s. Part 5

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

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You were tired and emotionally drained for what felt like the entire next week. With no classes to go to, and a job not available to you, you found yourself in the flat far more in one week than you felt you’d been there in the past month. You didn’t wear pants, drank a lot of hot cocoa, and caught up on way too much Netflix for things to be healthy.

Harry helped you clear everything from your bed – all your notes and textbooks and notebooks and extra papers and quizzes you’d kept to study just in case. He spent three days carefully organizing all of it on your desk and putting papers into folders and putting different textbooks all in order alphabetically.

You knew he was only doing it because he wanted to be near you to watch out for you without suffocating you or asking you if you were okay. You were just exhausted, and even when you walked – which was usually at a purposeful and quick speed that even Harry had to jog to keep up with from time to time – had slowly significantly to a languid and purposeless stroll.

So you allowed him to do his little organizing, stopping every once in a while to read a paper, or flip through the marked and worn pages of your textbooks. It occurred to him the ridiculous and meticulous amount of work you’d put into knowing every little thing, and he wondered if maybe it had just gotten to the point where you’d just started memorizing your textbooks. He couldn’t remember a time he’d ever worked this hard in his life. Sure, memorizing scripts or writing songs was difficult, but he always had others to back him up. And you were on your own. Your entire education was on your shoulders.

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A typical morning for you consisted of you rolling out of bed at around 9, stumbling to the bathroom to do your business, give your face a quick rinse and your teeth a quick brush, and then pad downstairs slowly to see what you could nibble on for breakfast. Whenever Harry was around, you’d wake up to smell of bacon and the sound of crackling. However, when Harry had to leave home for a couple months, you’d find that two slices of toast with jam on top filled you up just fine. 

This morning, you woke up feeling particularly rejuvenated. You flipped over onto Harry’s side, your arm tucked underneath his pillow as you snuggled up to it. It still smelled like him even if the last time he was here was about two and a half months ago. Odd… The ‘Harry’ smell seemed a lot stronger than usual. You missed Harry terribly when he had to go off, but you knew what you had signed up for when Harry first asked you to be his girlfriend. So, really - You couldn’t complain. You could whine, but you couldn’t complain. 

As you rolled up the blinds, you couldn’t help but notice how pretty it looked outside. The sun was peeking out from behind a nest of clouds, the trees were looking very green and lush, and the rose bushes you had been tending to looked as rosy as ever! Maybe today was going to be a good day! You had the whole house to yourself and you couldn’t wait to unwind on the couch with a bowl of cereal and your eyes glued to the TV screen. 

You hummed to yourself as you padded down the stairs, your brows furrowing at the sight of the remote control sitting on the arm of the couch rather than its usual place on the coffee table. You’d watched TV last night, maybe you just left it on the arm? 

“Silly me.” You snorted, picking it up and setting it down on the table. Walking into the kitchen, you wondered to yourself what kind of cereal you were in the mood for today. Cinnamon toast crunch? Or maybe those tiny chocolate chip cookies? Honey coated cornflakes didn’t sound half bad either. What if you mixed all three? Iconic, that’s what I am. 

“Mornin’, love.” As you made your way over to the cupboards, you glanced over towards the direction of the fridge to see Harry snacking on something. 

“Morning.” You smiled, rummaging through the cupboards to find all three of your- Wait. “What the hell??” You whipped around, your eyes popping open at the sight of your beanie-sweater-wearing, ring-bearing boyfriend casually standing by the fridge as if he hadn’t just disappeared for nearly three months. 

“I finished the cornflakes, I’ll pick up a new box later.” Harry murmured through a mouthful of food, dusting his hands off. There was a moment in which the two of you were just staring at each other, you were still in shock, and Harry was eyeing the shirt (his shirt) you were wearing before looking up at you with his dopey smile. “Aren’t yeh gonna come and gimme a kiss? ‘ve been gone for a hot minute.” 

“Oh my god!” You couldn’t help but squeal before you found yourself dashing over to Harry, practically tackling him in a hug before peppering his face with light kisses. “What are you doing here?” You pulled away, pressing your hands against his chest gently as you felt his arms wrap around your waist. (His arms had gotten a lot beefier, you had noticed. And his chest was definitely more muscle-y.)  

“I live here, Y/N. I bought this house for us.” Harry teased, reaching up to tuck a strand of loose hair behind your ear. 

“You know what I mean…” 

“I’m done.” He said simply, leaning in to give you a sweet kiss. 

“You’re done?” You asked softly, your lips parting in genuine shock. After so many months of Harry working his butt off and never having any time for you… He was done? 

“Mhm. I don’ have to travel anywhere… I’ll be working from home. Didn’t like having to abandon you for a couple months at a time.” He pouted, “Plus, I know for a fact you never eat healthy when I’m not around.” 

“It’s not my fault Panda Express is a ten-minute walk away from us.” You laughed lightly, shrugging as you did so. “I’m just… You’re home.” You whispered, Harry nodding before giving you another quick kiss. 

“Now, c’mon. We’ve got a lot of catching up to do! I’d like to see you in that pretty little lingerie set in real life as opposed to on my screen.” 

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Sitting next to drunk FRIEND Harry while he’s in bed, making sure he doesn’t throw up while you’re next to him, watching him fall asleep, when he touches your hand and whispers, “v'always loved you…. m'in love with you…” and he slurs some more, palms pressing into his eyes and he stretches and moans, finally closing his eyes.
Your face is red and you feel your heart jump as you watch him nod off, kissing his head. “Stayyyyyy” he whines and passes out, still holding your hand.

8. Who sleeps in their underwear (or naked)/ Who sleeps in their pajamas?

Harry can’t sleep if he has on anything more than his boxer briefs.

And er, Draco tries to wear his various neatly laundered PJs to bed but most nights Harry drags them off before Draco has even settled into bed properly ( Draco doesn’t hold it against him). 

And um, after that they’re both pretty much naked, yeah.

#387 - Seasonal Depression

Harry: The summer was reaching its annual demise and as fall crept in, so did something else. As the leaves on the trees began to fall and the days started getting shorter, you found yourself growing tired. Your energy levels seemed to disappear and most of your time now was spent inside, on the couch or in bed. “Hey, you ready?” Harry asked, coming into the living room with both of your jackets. “Right, yeah,” you nodded, getting up slowly. The last thing you wanted to do was go out, but you needed groceries. This happened every year, you kind of knew how to deal with it. “Are you going to be okay?” he asked, helping you get your jacket on. “Yeah,” you nodded before yawning, quietly sighing to yourself. “I’ll be fine.”

Liam: The days were short, night time coming a lot sooner than it needed to be. The skies already starting to darken at 4:00pm. You found yourself sleeping in until 1:00pm, leaving only three hours of daylight to do anything. Your eating habits were changing and three steady meals, breakfast, lunch and dinner became one big meal in the evening, a binge period for you. You would be so hungry from going 12 plus hours without food that when it came time to eat, you would get anything you could. You had talked to Liam about it, discussing ways he could help you with these feelings. Like waking you up when he got up in the morning and making sure you had something to eat before noon or the two of you making plans every couple days just to get out of the house to distract yourself.

Niall: “Niall, you need to stop talking…” you pressed your fingers into your temples, aggravated. “Oh…” he drifted off, his smile falling from his face. “Sorry…” You shook your head and stood up from your spot, going into the kitchen to grab yourself something to drink. Looking outside, the melting snow made everything grey and dead. The grass that managed to poke through was brown, dead, colourless. You took a deep breath and shook your head slightly, closing your eyes. Pulling the curtain back, you turned away from the window and drank the cool liquid out of the glass. Niall was still in the living room, you could hear the TV. You didn’t want to be around anyone right now. You finished your drink and headed upstairs, trying to figure this out.

Louis: You were trying so hard to be happy. So hard to keep that smile on your face. You wanted everything to be okay, but you could feel yourself feeling so hypersensitive to everything around you. Your skin seemed to itch whenever you saw a leaf fall off of a tree. You hated the changing of seasons, summer to fall. It was hard to watch for you. Louis held onto your hand as you two walked through the town, jackets on for the first time in a while. Everything was changing and it was giving you a sinking feeling in your stomach. Louis gave your hand a squeeze and pulled you a little closer to him as he adjusted his sun glasses with his free hand. You held his back tightly, trying to reassure yourself that everything was okay.

Zayn: Holding your breath, you closed the curtains in the house so you couldn’t see the sun peering in from outside. You couldn’t stand to see the snow melt and to have the sun stay out longer as days dragged on. You were tired, drained from barely sleeping. Once the house was dark again, you felt yourself kind of relaxing. It was a bad day. Zayn came back from the shower and saw you standing in the living room with your arms around yourself and your eyes closed. “Hey…” he murmured, coming over to you and cautiously putting his hands on your arms. “Bad day…” you whispered out, feeling a lump well up in your throat. “Okay,” he nodded, unsure. You put your arms around his shoulders and took a deep shaky breath, letting him put his back around you as well.

anonymous asked:

ahhh so little mix just dropped their video for NMSS and h is dropping something on the 7th, imagine cheeky an fun competitiveness between the missus n harry

They’d be tucked up in bed together, laptops open and Twitter on the screen, ready to post the link for the music video together before they got some sleep. And, Harry would be smirking the entire time, glancing across to her every so often and nudging his nose into her shoulder, pressing kisses to her skin and expressing how proud he is of her and how the music video is one of his favourites to date.

“S'definitely my favourite one, you know? Our of all the ones you’ve done, this is a good one.”

“Only because you like what m'wearin’, you wanker.”

“Not at all,” he’d blurt out, checking the time before shuffling up in bed, ignoring her stare, “okay, fine. Because of your outfit. You look great. And yeh’re all mine.”

He’d growl playfully into her neck, before she’d push him away and refuse to give him any love until he shared the music video on his social media. Retweeting her posts and the band posts for his followers to see, before they gave the video one watch and logged off for the night. Sharing a kiss before cuddling up close.

“Nice response young tonight, eh? Enjoy it whilst it lasts, love, because mine’s gon'a be better.”

“That’s rubbish and you know it, Styles.” xx

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.