in which...

...y/n paints harry's nails

request: hey! i was wondering if u could do something with harry and y/n is painting his nails? i love ur writing by the way! (i love ur smut i jus don't know if it can fit in this scenario though lol)

oh I can totally make it fit, don't worry

It's wholesome, truly.

The way their knees brush, a pillow between their bodies that Harry rests his hand upon so it can make things easier. Multiple different bottles of polish scattered on the ground that they can pick from. It fills Harry's heart in ways he can't explain.

He smiles as Y/N blows lightly on a freshly painted finger, baby blue polish adorning his fingernails. She's got this look on her face, the one that means business, which always makes Harry coo. Her tongue sticks out slightly from the side of her mouth, eyes narrowed as she focuses on not going outside the lines.

"Oh, what if we do a darker blue for these two instead?" She asks excitedly , pointing at his middle and ring finger.

"Knock yourself out, petal." Harry laughs, letting her do as she wishes.

They don't get to do this often, with Harry being away from home so often and whatnot, so having her paint his nails colorful shades as they do facemasks together and watch reruns of Friends makes him giddy. He's full of nothing but love for the girl in front of him. He can't really help himself from leaning forward and pressing a longing kiss to the top of her head.

She whines a little in complaint, "Gonna make me mess up."

But he just smiles at her, throwing his head back in laughter at the sound of the telly, one of his favorite parts having come up. Y/N just keeps on carefully painting his nails, holding his hand gently in her palm, making Harry feel at peace.

"Two coats?" She questions, more so to herself rather than him.

He just nods in approval, "Two coats."

He feeds her gummy worms as she keeps on working and talks about random things, like the grocery list they need to put together, or the neighbor who offered him lemonade this morning. It's peaceful. Almost spiritually healing he would say.

"Oh, what if we do glitter on this one!" She holds up a different bottle of polish and a wide smile spreads across Harry's face, reaching up to tap her chin, careful as to not ruin her hard work, and chuckles.

"Precious." He shakes his head, biting his bottom lip. "'Course we can."

And it's his favorite thing, really. Admiring her work at the end, letting her snap a few quick pictures that she later sends to Gemma, feeding Harry this time around now that she won't let him use his hands anymore. He sits carefully on the edge of the bathtub as she takes his sheet mask off, rubbing the moisture into his skin. He just closes his eyes and relishes in it.

Bites playfully on the apple of her cheek when she gets closer. Receives squeals in return as he kisses his way across her face. His arms circle her frame and he shushes her with a kiss when she yells at him to 'be careful with the hands!". Kisses that turn her into putty on his lap, lips swelling, teeth clashing and breaths getting mingled.

And he feels rendered completely helpless as she ends up between his knees at some point, eyes carefully trained on his face as her hand squeezes up and down his shaft, a playful 'ah-ah' leaving her mouth whenever he tries to move his hands.

It's sinful, the way her lips work, how her tongue circles around his slit, how her hands squeeze around him and his own rest uselessly at his sides, wanting to run his fingers across her cheeks, to fist them in her hair.

And it's those moments, he thinks, when he realizes how perfectly content he could be staying just like this for the rest of his life. With her in front of him, kissing him as he comes back from his high, lips tasting of nothing but him and faint traces of cherry chapstick, his curls brushing his forehead from where they had fallen out of his little clip.

Fingers picking up the cum staining his bare stomach, sparkly and colorful nails dipping into her mouth, feeling the warmth of her tongue as she circles them, making him exhale in pure euphoria.

Yes, he could totally get used to living like this.