in which...

...harry is one for aftercare

In which Harry is one for aftercare 

I see Harry as the type that loves sex and everything about it; loves to see how many limits he can push (or sometimes even reach himself), loves the specific scent it has - of deodorant, sweat, body lotion and that certain something he can't compare to anything else, he just describes it as the smell of sex. He loves the bites, scratches and the loud sounds it involves; loves the pure filth it can sometimes consist of, or the slow passionate love making it can lead to. He likes the taste of it too; the slightly salty taste of sweat dripping down between the valley of Y/N's breasts, the taste of the watermelon chapstick still lingering on her swollen and bitten lips, and the slightly sweet and tangy way she tastes between her thighs.

But as much as Harry loves all those things, there's one thing he thinks he might love just a tad more - and that's aftercare.

Right after he's finished and feels the tingles slowly drifting out of his body, he's already alert once again and set on making everything right for her before anything else. He breathes in slowly, trying to come back to normal and checks with her first before he makes any kind of move; "M'onna pull out now, yeah? Hold onto me, that's it, pet.", "I wanna hold you - can I hold you?" There are lots of praises, encouragements and gentle coos in her ear when he's holding her tight afterwards (he makes sure to do that for a couple minutes before he can get to the clean up); "What a good girl you are, so good to me.", "S'alright, s'alright, I got you.", sometimes he might even sneak in a small joke to lighten up the mood, "How wonderful it is to see your face again, darling." (and at that she just grins and rubs her sore wrists from how tightly he had gripped them behind her back).

Aftercare also depends on how hard he went that specific time; when he's been easy on her, treated her softly and just held her tight to his chest while their hips moved together slowly, he settles for helping clean her up with some of those nice grape seed oil wet wipes that he always has on the side of the bed and holds her to his chest until they fall asleep. And there are the other occasions, in which he's made her cum more times than he can count on one hand and he's looking her all over, from her tangled hair, to her chapped and parted lips, neck and chest adorned in hickeys which trailed down to her hips, her thighs and tummy sticky with his release and her own as well. Her fingers are twitching and knees pressing together, body convulsing and whimpers still leaving her mouth. Those are the kind of moments in which he cares for her the most.

Right then he wraps his arms around her shaking figure and hushes her when she yelps, eyes snapping open, "S'okay, my love. I've got you, daddy's got you." He just holds her like that for a few minutes until he feels her slowly start to come back to normal, the wetness around her eyes drying in the steamy air of the room, the goosebumps on her skin fading away and her body relaxing, head leaning onto his shoulder. He runs his fingers through her hair and hums slowly in her ear, breathing her in and murmuring, "Gonna take care of you now, yeah? Get you all clean and better."

Sometimes it's relaxing bubble baths, and other times it's long showers in which he helps wash her up under the hot water stream. He kisses on her a lot, from her forehead to her cheeks, nose and shoulders, pressing light ones to her sore lips and onto some of the bruises he's made on her body. He rubs her hip gently and repeatedly whispers "shh" when he helps clean her up between her thighs as she yips and whimpers in pain, "That's it, doing well fo' me, just a few more seconds."

He makes sure she's got something to eat afterwards, mostly foods that would help get her back on her feet, like fresh berries and granola bars (even though she almost always asks for the leftover pizza or the hidden jar of Nutella in the back of the cupboard). He helps tuck her in bed after he's dressed her in a fresh shirt he quickly grabbed from the back of his closet and tugged some fuzzy socks over her feet. He leans his back onto the headboard as her head is propped on his chest, a straw tucked between her lips as she sips the smoothie he's made her and they talk about everything that's happened, because he always wants to make sure what felt good for her and what didn't so he knows whether he should do it again or not.

"Okay but it felt nice, right? Got you screaming my name and your legs shaking, so it must've? "

She feels her cheeks tingle with heat, "No, it felt nice. S'just that next time you're eating me out and you wanna trail... to other parts, give a girl a warning, will you?" And he just laughs and kisses the top of her head.

So yeah, you could say that Harry really just loves caring for Y/N.