The one where Y/N’s back hurts, and Harry’s got lovely massaging skills.
Based off of this sweet anon! x
Only when Y/N was is such pain did Harry find himself in a position similar to this one. Now of course, when Harry says ‘such pain,’ he really means annoying back knots and rings that wouldn’t leave her until her ends’ dismay. Sometimes, he’d do it out of pity; she did work very hard, and Harry’s heart would just weep when he’d see her walk in through the door with a limp and puffy eyes. And other times, it’d just be because she was whiny and greedy; the type of Y/N Harry enjoys very much in different situations as well.
So, there he was, sat on the swell of her bottom with his heels pressing down into her lower back, completely basking in the rather embarrassing glory of her groans and moans. She’d just arrived home after giving a rather long, four hour exam, and before she could step out of her shoes, Harry knew that she’d need a little more than just some cuddles and kisses.
He’d tucked her shirt up so that he could have access to her back, and urged her down to lay on the sofa with her tummy facing down so that he could give her the rest she deserved. Her hair was still messy and floppy, her bun sticking out in different directions all whilst Harry would bite back endearing grins and smiles at her tired being.
Now this time, Harry was very sympathetic towards Y/N, because really, she had a ton of knots on her back all which only caused Harry to make a mental note of reducing her hours on the annoying up-right position of her study, wheel chair. “S’feel good, love?” Harry asked, slipping his palm around her hips. He learnt that that was where she was entirely too sensitive.
“Mhmmmm, so good,” Y/N moaned all whilst she stuffed her cheek into her pillow even further. Harry chuckled to himself and felt his little chub appear under his chin, and Y/N could only imagine what he looked like at the moment but really, she was just too tired to think at all. Before tending to her, all Harry was doing was jotting down some lyrics and quick ideas for his next album- one he couldn’t really wait til it was out because of his jittery nerves.
And of course, knowing the caring boy Harry was, he’d left his things scattered over the table and scurried over to where she was because firstly, he hadn’t really seen her in a while, and was really expecting some cuddles and good sex. And secondly, because he just wanted to spend some time with her, be it cuddling or even massaging her sore back. Wantingly enough, Harry leaned down to press a kiss in the middle of her back and continued to kiss until he reached behind her neck, where he could already see goosebumps arise.
At a time like this, Harry would make a snarky comment or a sexual innuendo, but when she turned her head to look at him, all he could really think of was how much he adored such a being. But then of course, those thoughts were almost washed out when she smacked him in the head and told him to continue his lovely massage. One too terribly in love, all harry did was nuzzle his face into the back of her neck; which really only resulted in a small shrug and a giggle to push him off a little bit, but Harry couldn’t really care, because he wouldn’t ever want to be anywhere else.
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