imagine u and harvest r fucking and you’ve just came and you’re laying on him and panting and then you just ask ‘what would you do if i proposed to you right now’ and then u DO ANSNS i MADE MYSELF HAPPY
You’re laying on his sweaty, heaving chest as your lungs desperately swallow down air, temple pressed over the wing of one of his swallow tattoos, listening to the thumping of his heartbeat as it begins to slow down from an extertion-packed high.
He has a warm hand tangled in your damp locks as his eyes lay shut in blissful rest, nimble fingers twisting and turning your roots around and scratching at your scalp lightly, mellowing you out to the point where you feel like your entire body is melting into his, your face tingling with a buzzing warmth as a comforting hot glow drips over your heart like honey.
You trace a finger over his butterfly tattoo, following the smooth lines of the dark inking and smiling softly when you feel him squirm under you as your nail trails over a particularly ticklish spot.
“I love you.” You murmur quietly in a orgasm-drunken stupor, sniffling lightly. “So much.”
You can hear the smile in Harry’s voice. “I love you, too, darling.”
“No.” You suddenly state, your hand ceasing its movements.
Harry’s brows automatically furrow, his eyes cracking open with hurt curiosity. He lifts his head up slightly to get a look at you, a frown already etching across his swollen, tinted lips. “Huh?”