#cause at the end she pulls away from him through sniffles like 'you good?' 🥺 and my heart instantly melted int a puddle of goo

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[puffpasstea]

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Can u make the aftercare bit pretty please 🥺🥺🥺

I wrote this and then it occurred to me that maybe the not at all what you wanted. If that’s the case, please let me know and I’ll write another one.

Warnings: dom!harry, mentions of smut

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Harry’s knees felt weak after his release, he plopped himself onto the bed next to her, still panting loudly and staring up at the ceiling in an attempt to calm his body. She let her tears spill silently, not even wanting to catch her breath or sniffle to avoid alarming or inconveniencing him. Turning her head to fade away from him, she buried her face into the duvet hoping that it would absorb the tear stains on her face.

Harry only ever cums at the end of a scene. They’d explicitly made that agreement because he never wanted his pleasure to ever come at the expense of her well-being. He wanted to stay alert throughout. So, she knew, now that he’d laid by her side, that they were finished for the night m. Yet, despite the minimal logic that her brain could hold on to in her current submissive state, she couldn’t quite shake the feeling that he was still angry with her and might decide to punish her again at any moment. Or worse, that he no longer wanted her. She was after all, to use HIS words, a bad girl. That doesn’t just go away because he’s had an orgasm, does it?

On trembling legs and through blurry, tear filled eyes, she stood up, her body instantly giving out and causing her to hold on to the bed to steady herself. She could hear Harry jolt up behind her. She’d barely done anything and somehow had already managed to disrupt his peace. He was just trying to catch his breath after surely being exhausted from everything they just did. Gosh, she IS such a bad girl.

“B-baby?” Harry sounded groggy. He cleared his throat as he looked at her.

She stumbled over to her dresser and pulled out a shirt to throw on. She had a plan. She was going to be a good girl again. Prove to him that she’s worth his patience.

“Is everything alright?” Harry questioned again, this time standing up behind her. She didn’t mean to ignore him. She wanted to reply but she was afraid that if he saw her face or heard her voice, he’d notice that she was still tearing up and it would ruin everything. She needed to get out of here as quickly as possible.

Harry, on the other hand, was baffled. The had a very specific aftercare routine that they’d both discussed extensively. Nothing was ever changed without having a conversation first. The rigidity was mostly for the sake of clarity, since emotions tend to run high after intense scenes and can sometimes cause some miscommunication, but also for HER sake. She was such a creature of habit that she found comfort in being able to know what was going to happen next, especially after punishments where Harry had kept her on her toes.

This sacred routine depended on Harry doing all the work. She NEVER got up on her own like this. He was the one who cleaned her up, dressed her, cuddled her for a while, and finally carried her wherever they needed to go next. He tried to find any reasonable explanation for her sudden moves, but nothing made sense.

“May I- umm, honey, can I touch you?” Harry asked, unsure if she needs space or intimacy in this rare instant. The fact that she made no response worried him, but he also didn’t know what to do. He considered going over there to give her a hug but he didn’t want to hurt her, knowing that her body is probably still reeling and adrenaline is still coursing through her blood making her especially sensitive to the touch. Fuck. Nothing like this had ever happened before. What’s he supposed to do?

He stood there watching her sluggishly drag herself out of the room. His mind instantly thinking about the stairs, wondering if he’d need to go after her to make sure she didn’t trip.

Moments later, he heard a loud thud coming from downstairs followed by a series of crashing noises. He ran down as fast as his human legs could carry him, yelling out her name and cursing himself for not following her.

“What happened?! Are you alright?!” His voice was a bit too loud —which her subspace logic interpreted as anger— startling her and causing her to drop the broom and dustpan she’d been holding.

“P-please, sir. Don’t be mad! I-I- I’ll clean it up! I promise! Right away!” She knelt to the ground to pick up the broom as Harry scanned the kitchen trying to understand what’d happened.

“Babe, what happened? Where’d all this glass come from?”

“I’m so sorry. I’ll clean it up. I didn’t mean to-“

“Hey, hey. Listen to me. I’m asking you how it happened, I don’t care about the mess right now.”

All the tears she’d been holding back in his presence came bursting out instantly. She fell to her knees over broken glass, not even registering Harry’s warnings and gesturing for her to step away from the area.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry….” She covered her face with her hands, heaving and crying into her own palms, mumbling a string of endless apologies Harry couldn’t quite understand.

Having given up on getting the details out of her, his first priority was now getting her off the sharp-edged remains of what used to be their glassware.

“Take my hand, darlin.’” She didn’t seem to hear him.

“Baby, please. You gotta get up, listen to me, yeah? I’ll help you up. Grab onto me, okay?”

Unsure that she was even aware of his voice, Harry tiptoed around the glass and hooked his arms underneath her armpits, yanking her off the floor, wincing at the sight of glass cuts all over her legs. He swore he could hear her mumble something about not deserving his help, but he could hardly make out what she was saying over her cries.

Settling them on the closest couch, Harry wrapped his arms around her and let her cry into his bare chest. When he was certain that her breathing had calmed down, he brushed the wet hair stuck to her face out of her line of vision with his fingers to get a better look at her and mustered his best gentle voice “babe, what’s the matter? You can tell me.”

“I can’t do anything right! Anything!” Was all she said before falling into a sobbing fit all over again.

“Can I ask what happened in the kitchen?”

She peeled herself from his chest, looking up at him briefly, with bloodshot eyes, before deciding that his concerned gaze was too overwhelming and promptly looking away from him. “I was- I- was gonna make a snack, and-“

“But baby, there’s a reason I’M the one who does all the work for aftercare. You know that.”

“I was gonna make the snack….for you. Wanted to be good. To make it up to you. For once in my life be useful.”

Harry was tongue tied. He couldn’t quite understand the thought process but her words were enough to break his heart.

“Go on…” he said after a moment.

“I wanted to put together a..a tray. Of your favorite foods. I was trying to get the plates down and thought I’d also cl-clean you up. You know? With the washcloth and the bowl like you do for me. I wanted- I-“ she inhaled harshly. “anyway…. it all toppled over. I slipped and fell and- I -“

She stuttered, tearing up again at the memory.

Harry pulled her into his chest. “It’s alright. It’s no big deal.” Harry whispered into her ear as she buried her face into him.

“Are you gonna break up with me?” She spoke hesitantly, his skin absorbing her strain voice.

Harry immediately pulled them apart and looked her in the eyes, speechless again.

“Please don’t leave.” She spoke when he didn’t say anything. “I can be good. I promise. I will. I’ll be good. I’ll do as you say and I won’t cause any trouble and-“

“What? Baby, who said you weren’t? Why would I leave you? What are you talking about?”

“You did. You said ‘bad girl’ seven times! I’m a bad girl, right? I am. I upset you tonight. I didn’t mean it. But I did. And you said it. I counted seven. You wouldn’t even hold my hand. you hate me. I deserve it I know I ruined tonight.”

It finally hit Harry that this wasn’t just his love letting her submissive side take over and getting a bit too carried away with her acts of service by trying to help with aftercare on a random night. HE had done this to her. She was in a fragile state and he’d pushed her too far and she was spiraling. He needed to help her back now. Where could he start? He took her hands in his, giving her the reassuring touch that he’d denied her earlier.

“Listen to me. Are you listening?”

She nodded.

“Good. Listen, I am NEVER going to leave you. Alright? Never. You’re a good girl. THE BEST girl. I love you, you hear me? I love you. Do you understand what that means? Tell me so I know you’re listening.”

“You - love me…” she spoke slowly nodding her head as if processing the information.

“That’s right. I love you, baby. I always will. Even when you’re misbehaving. You’re still the love of my life. I mean, I’ll punish you for it, but I’ll still love you.” He smiled at her, seeing his sparkling eyes made her smile too. “Nothing you ever do or say will ever make me take that away. I’ll always love you. Okay?”

Harry counted five “I love yous” he owed her two more. Leaning over to bring his lips to hers, he mumbled into the kiss “I love you.” That’s six. She blushed and hid her face in the crook of his neck. “I love you.” Seven. The first soft exchange they’ve had all night.

Harry ceased on the opportunity and carried her off the couch and back into the kitchen. Setting her carefully onto the counter. “Stay here.” He rushed to the fridge, finding a protein bar and a juice for her to drink. He needed her blood sugar levels to stabilize after the night they’ve had.

“Here. Take those and don’t let your feet touch the floor. We gotta take care of this glass. He tiptoed in circles around the kitchen, sweeping the floor meticulously, double and triple checking that he got every last bit before allowing her to stand back down.

“Gotta take care of these cuts now.” He pointed to the glass marks on her knees and calves.

In the blink of an eye, she found herself seated on the top of yet another high surface. This time, in the bathroom. Harry tended to her wounds with devotion and a feather-light touch, cleaning them with antiseptic, pulling any glass out with tweezers, and dressing the cuts with bandaids as the bathtub filled up behind them.

Her mind still fuzzy and her inhibitions limited, she couldn’t help but run her hand through his hair and stick her pinky finger in the wrinkles forming on his forehead as he focused on his nursing duties. Her hand eventually trailed down to his lips, running the pads of her fingers along his lower lip. “You’re so kissable” she whispered.

He kissed her fingers then gently moved them out of the way to go back to his delicate task. “Alright, this should keep you safe while we bathe. We might need to change the bandaids before you go to bed though.” Satisfied with his work, he helped her down and undressed her, keeping his hands around her wait for extra support as she maneuvered her way into the bathtub and gestured for him to join her.

She didn’t need to ask him twice. He kicked his boxers off instantly and jumped behind her, his lips immediately finding the back of her neck. “My good girl” he whispered between kisses. “I love you.” That’s right.