Whispers on The Water: Bright and Cozy✨
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CW: Harry is a swamp “monster”, long hair Harry, possessiveness, obsessive behavior, smut, protective behavior and one small emotional moment.
Word Count: 5.3K
A/N: I have missed my little swampy baby and couldn’t pass up the chance to bring him back so you can try to explain the idea of decorating for the holidays to him, hope yall enjoy!✨
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Summary: You want to decorate for the holidays but Harry is more concerned about keeping you warm✨
Harry doesn’t understand why you’ve started to do a lot of odd things lately now that the leaves are turning brown and the tree’s branches are becoming bare such as suddenly wearing so many layers that it takes him a full two minutes to undress you at any given time. You light candles that make the whole two room cabin smell like trees when there are actual trees outside you could just go stick your nose in. And you’ve been using the step stool to get things for baking from the top shelf in the kitchen instead of just asking him to grab it for you which he ends up doing anyway because he doesn’t like it when your feet aren’t firmly planted on the floor because he’s learned you’re very accident prone. But the newest thing he doesn’t understand is your need to decorate for the seasons because Harry doesn’t even own a calendar so he never really knows what day of the week it is let alone what month he’s in so decorating for them seems pointless.
The decorating is the one you seem most adamant about now that it’s officially the start of the “holiday season” or that’s at least what you’ve been calling it around him. It’s gotten to a point where you’re now standing in front of him at the end of the dock with your hands on your hips and the beginnings of a small frown like pout on your face as you tilt your head back so you can look up at him and if he knew you wouldn’t get all tongue tied and flustered he’d lean down and kiss it away. But he can tell you’re in no mood for his tricks so he just stands there and listens to what you have to say.
“I just want to hang some lights.” Harry blinks a few times before his eyes travel down from your face to your neck, skimming over the obnoxiously oversized sweatshirt you’re wearing that has a giant glittery tree in the middle of it, trying his best to ignore the bulky sweatpants your legs are hidden under until his bright green eyes land on the box next to your fuzzy sock clad feet. “They are pretty and-”
“Where do you want to put them?” He asks softly, cutting you off as he bends down and with one hand grabs the box so he can take a closer look. “These say they are for the outdoors?” He asks just to clarify he’s reading the box correctly and he knows he is when he glances down and sees a smile spreading across your face.
“Yes I was thinking maybe just on the roof? Or on the railing?” Harry looks over to the railing that he added to the edge of the dock after watching you almost fall right into the cold water of the swamp one morning when you weren’t fully awake yet but wanted to come outside to watch the sunrise. “They are multicolored and will look so pretty at night-I like the colored ones better than the white because colored lights are just so much more fun.” Your voice holds an excitement to it that has Harry’s chest tightening at how truly precious you are, he thinks sometimes you’re almost too precious and it makes him want to tuck you away and keep you safe and all to himself.
“And this will make you happy? Hanging these lights up?” You nod a few times and while Harry might not understand why these twinkling things will bring you joy he just lets out a small sigh as he reaches down with his free hand so he can cup the side of your face. “Okay my sweet girl…I’ll hang your pretty little lights.” He feels your cheek get warm under his touch and before he can stop himself he’s leaning down and pressing his lips against yours.
Kissing you is one of Harry’s favorite things to do, or really anything that involves him getting to touch you in any sort of way, but something feels different about your lips as they move against his and he’s not sure how he feels about it. His hand slides to the back of your head and into your hair so he can give it the smallest of tugs allowing him to control how far back your head is tilted so he can deepen the kiss just a bit. It’s not until he drags the tip of his tongue across your bottom lip that he figures it out, your lips are cold and it has him pulling away making a breathy whine slip past your lips and the corners of them to droop down into a pout.
“You’re cold.” Is all he says as you watch him close his eyes, the bright green turning to a glowing yellow as they slowly open back up and begin to take in your appearance but this time paying attention to the little things your body is doing that under his normal green eyed gaze you’re able to hide a bit easier.
You hear the thud of the box holding the multicolored lights hit the wood of the dock right before you feel Harry’s hand wrapping around one of your wrists so he can place your palm flat against his chest, his eyes are locked on your face as you let out the faintest sigh at how warm his skin feels under your cold hand. You can practically feel the trail his eyes leave as they travel down your body and you silently curse to yourself when suddenly a small breeze blows directly across your feet almost as if it’s doing Harry’s biding, the cold air prickling the small sliver of skin showing between the top of your fuzzy socks and the elastic of your sweatpants that end just above your ankles making a shiver run down your spine.
Harry’s eyes narrow, he slides his hand out of your hair and back down to the side of your neck, hooking his thumb under your chin so he can tilt your head to the side before leaning down and ever so gently placing his lips to both of your cheeks and then your forehead. You rub your lips together as his eyes fade back to the comforting jade color that you often find yourself getting lost in, you can tell by the look on his face that he has concerns about what all he’s seen and felt so you just stand there and wait for him to voice them.
“You’re freezing.” You want to argue that you’re not freezing you’re just a little cold but you don’t even get the chance to open your mouth before you feel his strong hands grabbing at you. Suddenly everything is upside down and you feel his hand on your lower back keeping you secure so you don’t slip off his shoulder that he’s all but tossed you over. “You need to get out of the cold.” His voice is strained as if knowing you’ve been feeling any sort of discomfort even one as minor as being a little cold is causing him to feel a level of distress that has him slipping into the more protective side of himself that you’ve seen on multiple occasions.
“Harry I’m-” your words get cut off by Harry placing you down on the bed that’s pushed up against the wall in the main room of the cabin, you let out a huff as you sit up onto your elbows and watch him turn around so he can grab the blanket you normally use while sitting outside on the deck reading a book while Harry is off checking on things in the swamp.
“Were you about to tell me that you’re fine?” He asks with a quirked brow as he stands at the end of the bed with your fluffy blanket in one hand while the other reaches out to grab both of your ankles. “That you’re not freezing you’re just a bit cold?” By now you aren’t surprised that Harry knows what you were going to say to try to get him to calm down a bit. He’s proven time and time again that he seems to be connected to you in a way that lets him in on the innermost workings of your mind, it’s why he can anticipate your anxieties and soothe your worries before you even have a chance to stress over them or voice them out loud to him.
“I uhm-well I am fine.” This has Harry’s eyes narrowing in a slight glare as his hold on your ankles tighten so he can pull you down towards the edge of the bed so your feet are hanging off the end. “It’s just winter and-and I’m human so I get a uh lit-little chilly sometimes.” Harry tilts his head making his long hair fall to one side as he looks down at you with a soft kind of curiosity in his gaze because just like he’s the first ever swamp “monster” you’ve encountered you’re also the first human he’s ever interacted with so both of you are constantly learning things about each other.
“I don’t want you to be chilly.” He states as he tosses your blanket down onto the bed next to you, his eyes roam down your body stopping at the waistband of your sweatpants and out of habit you spread your legs wide enough for him to stand between making the corners of Harry’s mouth twitch. “Tell me how to help you.” There’s a quiet sense of desperation to his voice as he leans over you, placing his hands on either side of your head and when his eyes lock with yours there’s a dark swirl swimming around in the bright jade of his irises that has the softness behind his gaze fading into a painful sort of pleading stare.
“You don’t have to help me Harry I just have to start wearing more layers that’s all.” You say trying to reassure him while also expecting Harry to let out a dramatic groan or a whine at your solution because you know he’s hated the few layers you’ve already had to add to your wardrobe ever since the temperatures have dropped a bit but to your surprise Harry just nods his head as the words come out of your mouth.
“Okay what else?” He asks making you smile as you reach up and cup his face in your hands, instantly letting out a sigh at the comforting warmth of his skin that of course doesn’t go unnoticed by him. “You do that a lot-make that noise when you touch me. Why?” He questions as you slide your hands down to the tops of his shoulders.
“Oh uhm you’re-you’re warm and it feels nice.” You answer with a shy smile as you let one of your hands slip down his chest, your fingertips lightly brushing a patch of scales making a small tingle go down Harry’s spine at the soothing feeling. “You’re just always so warm that’s why I-”
“Try to get as close to me as possible while you sleep? Because you use me to keep warm?” It all starts to click in Harry’s mind as he watches you nod and before you start to get too worried with how he feels about you using him for his body heat he leans down and places his lips against yours in a sweet kiss that has you smiling when he pulls away.
“Am I really that warm?” The concern in his voice melts back into the playfulness you’re used to in moments like this, when he’s hovering above you with a glimmer of mischief in his eyes.
“Yes.” You answer a little too quickly making the corner of Harry’s lips tug upward into a smirk.
“Then please let me help warm you up.”
“O-okay.” Your voice is a bit mumbled but you know he heard you just fine. Harry’s eyes don’t leave yours as he stands up so he can reach for the waistband of your sweatpants, you watch him lick his lips in a hungry sort of anticipation as he slowly begins sliding them down your legs.
“I’ll let you keep the socks on.” He tells you as he slides the bulky fabric further down and off your legs one at a time making sure your fuzzy socks stay on so they can keep your feet warm. “But everything else-” His eyes darken to a deep forest green as they roam over your body that’s still too covered up for his liking. “Comes off.” His hands are grabbing at the soft material of your panties but before he can rip them off you quickly place your hands over his making him quirk a brow at you.
“You promised you’d stop ripping them remember?” Harry lets out a huff and rolls his eyes as he moves his hands to rest on top of the bed on either side of your hips.
“But these aren’t even pretty? They have weird looking creatures on them and-”
“Snowmen aren’t weird looking creatures Harry they are cute and I happen to think this pair is very pretty.” You argue as you slip the soft fabric down your legs until you can kick them off to the floor where your sweatpants are.
“You can think those ugly things are pretty all you want.” Your cheeks get hot as Harry lets his eyes take in the newly revealed parts of your body, one of his hands slides down the outside of your thigh until he gets to your knee and gently slips his hand underneath it so he can have you bend your leg and place your foot flat on the edge of the bed. “But I prefer you like this.” He tells you as he lets himself enjoy the view of your bare center, he tucks his bottom lip into his mouth and you hear the faint sounds of a deep growl from low in his chest when you bend your other leg giving him an even better view of you.
“I know you’d prefer if I was naked all the time and just got rid of all my clothes.” You say trying to be playful but then Harry’s eyes lock on yours and you watch his jaw clench and before you know it he’s hovering over you with one hand next to your head and the other gripping the side of your neck, his thumb softly running up and down your jaw.
“Oh that’s where you’re wrong I don’t want you unclothed all the time.” His voice is deep as he leans down and places his lips next to your ear. “Because I’m the only one who gets to see you like this. I’d never let anyone else get even a tiny glimpse of what’s mine.” He gives your neck a little squeeze as he pulls away so he can look you in the eyes, the intensity of his stare has your insides burning.
“And you my sweet girl-” Your heart starts pounding in your chest as Harry’s eyes flash red for a split second before shifting back to their dark forest green. “Are all mine.” The gentle undertone of his voice as he lets the words roll off his tongue does very little to soften the possessiveness of them, not that you mind. Theres a sense of comfort that washes over you whenever Harry talks to you like this, you feel at ease knowing that the beautiful long haired man above you wants to keep you all to himself.
His lips are on yours just as you reach your hands out to grab the sides of his face, Harry doesn’t waste anytime before you feel the tip of his tongue swipe across your bottom lip before slipping into your mouth. Your eyes fall closed as your hands slide into his hair while Harry licks into your mouth swallowing down all your little noises when his hand gently squeezes the side of your neck one more time before letting go so he can grab at your hip. Having been with Harry for almost two months you’ve grown used to the way he moves your body around, positioning you in whatever way he wants so when you feel him grab your hip and start to roll over to his back so you’re straddling his lap you just move your hands to grab onto his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin making him let out a groan as he pulls away from your lips.
“Off-need this off.” His words are rushed and you barely have time to adjust to the new position you’ve found yourself in before Harry’s hands are grabbing the hem of your sweatshirt and pulling it up and over your head. “Perfect.” He says with a smile as he tosses the garment to the floor along with your bra that he has expertly learned how to undo with one hand, his hands land on your hips then spread their warmth down to the outside of your thighs before moving back up.
Normally you wouldn’t mind straddling Harry’s lap, it’s a very common place for you to end up but the little bruises on the inside of your thighs from the night before are being pressed against his strong legs making it a little uncomfortable. Not to mention your legs are already burning and even though you love how close you feel to him when getting to have him in this position you just aren’t sure you’d be able to last very long before it became painful. And you know how broken up Harry would be if he found out he caused you any actual discomfort, so you let out a calming breath before placing your hands against his chest and opening your mouth to tell him how you’re feeling.
“Harry I-I don’t think-” His hands are cupping your face and pulling you down for a kiss before the rest of your sentence can break free from your throat.
“What’s wrong?” You close your eyes as you rest your forehead against his. “I felt you flinch-so just tell me what’s wrong so I can fix it.” You let out a sigh as you sit up, of course he felt it because at this rate Harry’s more in tune with your body than you are.
“I’m-I’m not comfortable like this.” You confess suddenly feeling embarrassed but Harry just nods and moves the two of you further up the bed and in one gentle movement is placing you down next to him so your head is resting on your pillow.
“Roll over for me.” He softly whispers in your ear as his big hand on your hip urges you onto your side so he can press his chest flush against your back, he reaches over and grabs your fluffy blanket so he can drape it over the two of you. “How’s this?” He asks as his lips brush across the soft skin of your neck, you let out a soft sigh when you feel his warmth radiate throughout your whole body as his arm snakes around your middle.
“Good-feels very good.” Harry smiles against your skin as he feels you press your backside up against him letting you get a feel of just how hard he is.
You close your eyes and let yourself enjoy the warmth of being pressed up against Harry but it only last for a few moments before you start needing more. Harry doesn’t say anything as you grab his hand that’s resting on your lower tummy and start to drag it down to where you’re starting to get that achy needy feeling that trickles deep down to your very soul that only he can make go away, proving how he truly has ruined you and made you unable to find any sort of relief without him. The intense feelings that are starting to bubble up from your chest have your eyes stinging and your teeth sinking into your bottom lip to try to keep your emotions in check before they can fully consume you. Harry senses the slight shift in your emotions as his lips press little kisses to the top of your shoulder as you feel him move his hand so it’s covering yours stopping you from being able to place it where you want it, before you can let out any sort of whine of protest he slips his fingers through yours and gives your hand a soft squeeze.
“I know what you want.” He mumbles against your skin as he kisses his way back up to your neck, he slips his hand out of yours and slowly drags it down until he’s sliding it between your thighs so he can gently lift the top one up. “I know you’re feeling achy-need me so bad you feel overwhelmed.” His words are whispered in your ear, his breath is warm as it fans across the sensitive skin of your neck.
“That’s exactly how I feel when it comes to you-I need you so badly that sometimes I can’t even do or think of anything else because you take up all the thoughts in my head and all the space in my heart.” You feel your eyes start to sting with all the tears you’re fighting to hold back as Harry reaches between the two of you and moves his singular piece of clothing that’s keeping him from being able to feel you the way both of you are craving. “You’ve ruined me.” He confesses sweetly as he moves your leg just enough to let you feel the tip of his already leaky cock slip through your slick folds.
His hand grips your hip pulling you closer so your backside is flush against him while he slips his other arm under your pillow. Harry presses his lips to your neck and takes advantage of you taking in a deep shaky breath to start pushing his thick cock into your tight cunt. He gives your hip a soft soothing squeeze as you exhale with a low whine at the usual stretching you feel as your body adjusts to the thickness of Harry’s large cock, his lips press little kisses to your jaw and the side of your face as he pushes further into your wetness. You feel his chest rumble as he lets out a deep growl once he’s fully tucked all the way inside you, his grip on your hip tightens just a bit as he starts to move his hips at a slow and steady pace.
“Tell me how you’re feeling-need to hear you.” He says low in your ear as his hips press against your backside with each thrust.
“S-so good you always feel so good.” You answer with a moan that has Harry groaning as he lightly nips at the side of your neck. You can feel every drag of his cock in and out of your tight center as Harry keeps his pace nice and slow, something you know takes a lot of control for him because he normally loves to have you gasping for air with how quick and harsh his thrusts tend to be. “I love you-so so much.” Your words have Harry moving his hand from your hip so he can cup your face, tilting it so you’re looking back at him as he moves so he’s sitting up on the elbow of the arm he has tucked under your pillow.
“My sweet sweet girl.” His lips find yours for a quick kiss, leaving a smile on your face when he pulls away. “All the love I have in my heart is for you-just for you.” The tone of his voice leaves no room for you to doubt the sincerity of the words he just spoke to you, instead they hold a level of certainty that has your insides burning as if you can feel them being seared onto your heart so you can keep them with you forever.
His thumb gently wipes away the tears you didn’t even feel start to roll down your cheeks as he stares into your love filled eyes. Harry watches you close your eyes and let out a sweet sounding moan as he quickens his pace just enough that he feels your walls start to pulse and tighten around his thick shaft. His lips press kisses to whatever skin he can reach as you arch your back and let his name roll off your tongue over and over, he can tell by the way your chest is rising and falling rapidly and you’re letting out little moans and whimpers that you’re close to letting him feel you come undone all over his cock.
“Just let go.” He whispers in your ear before releasing his hold on your face so he can slide his hand down to your lower tummy. “I’ve got you-I’ve always got you so just let go for me.” You let out a gasp when you feel the pad of his index finger start rubbing light circles on your clit.
“Don’t stop-please Ha-Harry it’s so good.” Your words are muffled against your pillow as Harry adds more pressure to your sensitive bundle of nerves. It only takes a few more thrusts before he feels your body tremble in his hold and your head leans back against his shoulder while his name falls from your mouth as you fall into the blissful state of your release.
“Thats it my sweet girl-doing so good you feel so perfect.” Harry’s eyes snap closed for a moment as the sound of his cock slick with your arousal slipping in and out of your tight cunt hits his ears sending him over the edge of his control. “Gonna get you nice and warm.” His words are rushed and you let out a loud pitiful whine when you feel him slip out of you but Harry is quick to shush your sounds of protest with his lips covering yours as he effortlessly moves so he’s hovering over you, his hands on either side of your head as he gets situated between your legs.
“I’m right here.” He reassures you softly. “Just need to see your face while I fill you up.” You open your mouth to say something but you quickly forget what it is the second you feel Harry slide his thick cock back inside your soaked center, you bend your legs letting him get deeper making him let out a loud growl as his his hips move at a quick but determined pace. “You don’t even know how perfect you are do you?” His eyes lock with yours as he leans back so he can grab one of your legs and gently place it over his shoulder while being mindful of your bruises.
“You are everything that’s good and beautiful in this world wrapped up in a perfect little package that I was lucky enough to find.” You can feel the weight and honesty of his words as he bends over and slams a palm against the wall above your head for leverage making the top of your thigh press against your chest as his thrusts turn more harsh.
Harry lets out a loud groan followed by your name as he presses himself firmly against you, his eyes darken to the same murky black color of the swamp water that’s directly underneath the floorboards as he stares down at you. It’s then that you feel him starting to coat your walls with his release, sending a wave of comforting warmth through your whole body. His chest is heaving as he leans down to place his lips to your forehead, smiling when he watches you close your eyes when he pulls away.
“Y-you’re too good.” You say with a dreamy sigh making Harry let out a soft chuckle as he moves your leg from his shoulder. “So good to me.” You add with a sleepy little smile, when Harry moves to slide out of your warm center you let out a whine as your eyes snap open but then Harry is moving you so you’re laying on top of him with his hands running up and down your back making your muscles relax under his warm touch.
“Rest now sweet girl-don’t worry I’ll keep you warm.” He feels you smile against his chest as he fixes the blanket so it’s covering you.
“Mmm…love you.” You mumble sleepily as your eyes start to droop closed.
“I love you too.” He says as he presses his lips to the top of your head, he lets his own eyes close once he feels your body completely relax letting him feel the comforting weight of you on top of him.
“You want to put what on the tree?” Harry asks as he stands behind you while you face a perfectly sized tree near the edge of the water behind the cabin that now has rainbow lights running along the roof adding a magical sort of glow to the otherwise dreary looking cabin.
“Some dried fruits and some of those bird seed balls I made the other day-they can be ornaments.”
“Ornaments?”
“Yes they are decorations but for the tree.” You explain as you reach up on your tiptoes and place a dried orange slice on a branch of the tree, Harry’s hands immediately grab hold of your hips so you don’t fall while he tries to understand why exactly you want to do this.
“Why do trees need decorations? They are pretty as they are.”
“That’s true but this will make them prettier and help the little birds have some snacks during the winter.” Harry wants to roll his eyes at your reasoning behind wanting to add fruits and bird seed to a perfectly good tree but he doesn’t because he can sense how happy this is making you. But then you’re turning around with a look on your face that has his hold on your hips turning more into a protective hold than the gentle grip he had just moments before.
“Do the trees mind if I do this? I don’t want to make them upset.” Your concern for the trees has a grin spreading across Harry’s face and his hands loosening their grip just a bit.
“Close your eyes.” You do as he says and close your eyes. “Now listen to the leaves that are moving in the wind.” He watches as your face turns into one of concentration when a strong breeze blows a steady gust of air through the trees. “What do you feel?” He asks already knowing the answer as the wind swirls around the two of you as if giving you a soft embrace.
Harry’s eyes roam over your face as you tilt your head letting the wind blow your hair around making it tickle your cheeks. In moments like this when he gets to see you be let in on the secrets of the place he loves, such as the trees allowing you to know how they feel that make his heart feel as if it really might burst. It reassures him that he wasn’t wrong when he thought he finally found the one his soul had been longing for the night he heard you crying all those weeks ago.
“I feel happy? Or-or at peace?” Your words come out more like a question than a statement as you open your eyes, Harry just gives you a nod making a smile spread across your face.
“That’s their way of letting you know they don’t mind your little-decorations.” You let out a noise of excitement as Harry leans down and places a quick kiss to your lips before you turn back around and go back to adding your dried fruits and seeds to the tree. His hands don’t leave your hips unless you need his help reaching higher up the tree so he just lifts you up making giggles fall out of your mouth when he places you back down. There’s a silly little smile on your face the whole time and it has Harry thinking that maybe this whole decorating for the holidays thing isn’t so bad after all.