in which...

...y/n and harry crave a different kind of warmth

request: can u write something about how y/n and harry love cockwarming bc y/n likes feeling full and harry likes having his cock warm so they do it all the time at home and sometimes in public when they're feeling extra needy and pls just make it hot n also soft pls pls pls

It started off innocent. A simple need of being closer, of feeling each other fully in every possible way. It was a cold night and their bodies were warm, but not warm enough. It could never be enough. Their fingers were intertwined, legs tangled together and hot breath fanning on each other's skin, but still - it just wasn't enough. Y/N tossed and turned in bed for a long time, yet she felt like she couldn't find the right spot to rest in. Nothing felt right, like she couldn't feel complete, as though she was too far away from Harry even though they were so impossibly close they were breathing each other's air.

"Was' wrong, poppet, hm?" Harry asked, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear and stroking her cheek. "Tell me."

"I-I don't know." She replied quietly, her voice on the verge of a whine.

"What's got you so restless?" Harry's lips came to rest on her forehead and Y/N's eyes squeezed shut, fingers grasping onto his shirt.

The turmoil was coming from her stomach. An unsettling feeling pressing deep down in her belly, making her feel somehow – cold? No, not cold. More like empty. She felt painfully empty. And she craved closeness on a whole other level than just cuddles and soft whispers on skin.

Hesitantly she let her fingers rest at the band of Harry's boxers, trying to tug at them but not in a way that would startle him, "Just- can I just..." She bit at her bottom lip and frowned. "Could you maybe-" the words were getting stuck in her throat- "inside, want you inside."

Harry watched bewildered as her fingers fumbled with the elastic of his underwear, trying to push it down his legs and he took a hold of her wrists when he realized how jittery and completely out of it she was.

"Hey, hey." He hushed her gently when she huffed out in pure frustration of not knowing what she was even asking for. Harry held her hands in his reassuringly, lips brushing over hers as he spoke, "That's okay, pet. You're okay." She whimpered quietly and held tightly onto him, trying to push herself as close as possible.

"Are you hurt?" She shook her head from side to side quickly. "Cold, then? You feeling cold?" She shrugged her shoulders lightly and Harry's mind clicked a second later. "You're feeling empty, aren't you?" Their eyes met and he could see the desperate need in hers – a need to be taken care of, to be reassured that he's right there with her. His hand traveled down between them and skimmed over her stomach, stroking across her lower belly. "Need to feel something, right? Over here, wanna feel warm in your tummy, don't you?"

She nodded quickly, muttering the word "yes" over and over until Harry pressed a quick kiss to her lips that would hopefully help soothe her for just a second. "Alright. Alright, sweetheart, I got you."

Although he was far from hard, his whole body tired and almost overtaken by sleep, he pulled his boxers down and stroked a hand over himself gently, letting his thumb run over his head for a brief moment, before carefully pulling her panties to the side. Her thigh instinctively raised, allowing him enough space. He ran the tip over her folds a couple times, trying to get a feel for it and gather any moisture he could that would make the ease less painful; and then he slowly began to push inside, her muscles instantly loosening, body less tense around his. A soft exhale of air, a feathery touch of lips with a few tender whispers, and he was already bottoming out. He took a deep breath in and exhaled it out slowly out. "You can hold onto me."