Could we do fluffy blurbs also? Maybe you have sex and it was really passionate and just different. He had wet eyes by the end. and after when you've both caught your breath and it's really quiet, you hear him whisper shyly,"you're the only one I've done that with." And you don't get it at first because neither of you are virgins, and it's not even your first time together. But then you realize that's the most vulnerable he's been with another person.
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Sex with Harry was usually pretty normal.
Well, as normal as it could be with Harry.
Normal meaning it was full of playful spanking, accidentally bumping foreheads together, cheeky nipple-sucking, extensive tongue-fucking (not that Y/N’s complaining), and heaps of giggling.
But tonight, it had been different. It had been more intense than the usual, with barely any foreplay or messing around, but rather slow, passionate, rhythmic thrusts, thumbing over lips thoughtfully, kissing of the eyelids and nose with immense care, and lots of wispy, “i love you’s.” When Harry had come, instead of speeding up to get the most out of his climax, he had slowed down even more, cupping Y/N’s jaw in both of his huge palms and kissing her softly but deep, noses brushing together and breathing mingling as he’d pressed himself into her with leisure, gasping and sighing out her name and only her name, rather than any pet names.
He’d normally like to mark bruises all over her chest and shoulders, just out of site of the world to have as their own private little secret, but tonight he had simply sucked lightly and nibbled all of those spots instead, trailing his fingertips around her nipples and down the curve of her hips, ghosting the trails with his lips and mumbling praises such as, “You’re so beautiful, y'know that?” and “You’re so soft and warm and sweet and mine.” And when she had come, he usually would go completely wild and do everything possible to get her to finish fast and hard, but this time he’d rocked his hips into her at a tender pace, pushing inside so fucking deep and drawing her orgasm out for as long as possible.
When Harry had rolled off of her breathlessly, hips shifting around within the sheets as he swallowed thickly and muttered a throaty, “God, you’re tight”, he was utterly tuckered out, so he hadn’t managed to hide what he had intended to. Y/N had seen his eyes– they had been watery and soft. He had been crying. But she hadn’t pushed him on it because he’d immediately cuddled her to his chest, cradling her with love and affection and she didn’t want to jinx it.
After a while, when they’re both laying there staring up at the ceiling with their breathing still catching slightly, Harry’s voice breaks the numbing silence like a knife. His tone is shy and vulnerable, full of slight anguish.
“You’re, uhm…” He scratches at his sweaty scalp lightly, threading his fingers through his messy locks nervously and taking a deep breath in, belting out an anxious chuckle. “You’re the only person I’ve done that with.”
Y/N shifts onto her side, scootching closer to him and tucking a few untamed curls behind his ear. “Done what, Har?”
He breaks their gaze, looking down at his fidgeting fingers, trying to collect his confidence. He gazes up at her through thick lashes, feeling pretty small for someone who’s six-foot-three.
Y/N smiles at him softly, all reassuring and warm and he can feel his doubt melting away like honey on warm bread.
“You’re the first person I’ve ever felt like this with. The first person I’ve ever…made love to.”
Harry watches her expression carefully, gauging her reaction down to the T. At first, Y/N seems surprised. Her eyebrows raise and her eyes widen significantly. But then they soften, her entire face seeming to melt like honey, as well. She reaches towards him, pulling his body back over her’s with the sheets tangled around their waists and their hair absolute rats’ nests. But she doesn’t care. She pulls Harry down for a kiss that leaves her nose tingling and her cheeks stinging, feeling so honored that he cared for her so much.
“With you,” Harry pecks at her nose, snuggling his head into her warm neck, “I feel like I can be vulnerable. Like I can show you every part of me and not worry about you judging it. I trust you like you have no clue, Y/N.”
And now it’s her turn to get all watery and soft. She wipes the tears with the back of her hand, laughing lightly through an emotional wave of happiness and feeling like the luckiest girl in the world because she really is.
“Harry,” Y/N cups his jaw in her small palms, looking at him with the same amount of love and adoration he is sharing with her, “I love you, and I’m proud of you. I’m proud of us. Of how far we’ve come and of how much more we have to go. And I just want you to know that there doesn’t go a day where I don’t feel the same way about you.”
The next couple of minutes are full of sniffly noses, rose-scented tissues and lots of tender kisses.
“Now,” Y/N dabs at her eyes with the rumpled sheets, smiling softly, “do you think I could return the favor?”