in which...

...harry encourages y/n to try new things

request: can we talk about how he'd slowly make you more comfortable with being rough in bed and do a little bit of bdsm?

oh he'd most definitely take his sweet time with that

He'd always check in with his girl, always making sure she is comfortable with everything they're doing, not wanting to push her too far too soon. He'd ask questions along the way, wanting to know "Is that okay?" "Not too tight, right?" "Wanna hold onto me?" "Can you do one more fo' me?"

Harry knows his preferences can be a bit overbearing, especially at first, that's why he prefers easing her into it day by day. A light grip can turn a little stronger over time, the stroking over her bum can turn into spanks that are sure to leave a red imprint behind, and the tender fingers running through her hair can turn into harsh tugs that make her head tilt back. Harry is a patient man after all, so he's in no rush to push all of this onto her in one go. He takes his time.

It starts out sweet. Harry can be exceptionally sweet when he wants it. And that's exactly what he gave her for their first time. Gentle touches, countless whispered praises and wet longing kisses. He knew she was too soft for him to ruin so soon, too precious to be thrusted into something as wild as Harry's fantasies so soon.

Throughout their next times together, he started to slowly talk her into it. "How would you feel if we did this?" or "Would you mind if I tried that?" One orgasm started to turn into two, three, until Y/N began to even lose count and lose her train of thought along with it. Harry could be a little overwhelming sometimes.

At first, he would ask, plead even, hoping it didn't make him sound as desperate as he actually was, "Can you do one more, pet? Hm, for me?" And those pleas over time turned into promises Harry always made sure to fulfill. "Fuck, I wanna edge you for hours."

Their intertwined hands morphed into Harry's gentle grip on her wrists, which then turned a little harsher, sometimes even leaving bruises in the shape of his fingers on the skin. It did take a bit of coaxing, the idea of having her hands tied up and being completely helpless giving Y/N a sense of wariness, but the one person she trusted most in this world was Harry, so she knew she had nothing to fear. Because he always made sure she knew he would have her untied in a split second and in his arms to make sure she is alright if she did as much as say the word.

As much as he enjoys quiet moans echoing between them and sweet little whimpers being breathed into the sheets, there is just something about the loud shouts of his name and the sobs being muffled by pillows that do inexplicable things to him. He enjoys sweet love making with his body hovering on top of hers and brief kisses being brushed against her temples, but he also enjoys the sight of her back arched and thighs trembling, arms having long ago given out, as he quite literally fucks her into the mattress.

The key to everything is trust. And that's exactly what Y/N has for Harry. She trusts him to do all these things to her, she let herself be vulnerable in front of him, because she knew that no matter what, he would take care of her. So slowly, over time, she learned that trying new things that he proposed wasn't such a bad idea. Even if it's something she would have never imagined she'd do, there is no one else she'd rather experience them with.

Sure, they still take it easy sometimes. Still make love, still hold onto each other tight and share deep fiery kisses all throughout the night. But over time, Y/N's come to learn that even when she's feeling sore all over, her face wet with tears and body completely spent, Harry still treats her with love. He sneaks in short things that prove his affection. It could be the gentle rubs over her bum after he gives it a harsh slap, or the kisses pressed to her spine when he makes her cum for the third time on his cock alone.

Harry showed her his other side and made her discover one of her own. And that's exactly why they fit so well.