This Relationship of Ours (+Extras)

the one with the subspace

Anonymous said: maybe mia's had a really bad day & shes being really clingy and harry's just ignoring her- maybe he finally realizes cause he's too focused on his work for his dads company and he's super stressed out and he finally notices she's being all whiny and on the verge of tears and he cuddles her🥺 idk

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let's say this takes place during the dom/sub days. harry's sitting on his bed with mia beside him. she looks over to his laptop to catch a glimpse of what he's doing, but the bright screen makes her squint and glance away because it causes the throbbing in her temples to increase. her head's been aching lately, and her eyelid's been throbbing. she's been blaming it on stress.

harry's done his part with her today, so it's not as if he owes her anything. he's already fucked her until her head was spinning, and her limbs sore. he'd kissed her face after she refused to take a bath, insteading convincing him she's okay to take a shower alone.

yet, when she came out, she immediately knew something was wrong with her, and harry'd already set up his laptop, intently looking over it with his glasses perched on his nose, so she'd hid it, keeping it away from him.

right now, however, sitting this close to him, smelling his freshly washed hair and watching his fingers glide across the keys almost angrily as she remembered that they were buried inside her not too long ago, her head is unclear. she wants...no, she needs something. she needs him.

with a soft exhale of air through her nose, she balls up her sleeves and presses them to her eyes to catch any moisture. harry's too sucked into his work to notice that her body is shivering.

she slowly snuggles herself closer to him, watching his face for any sign of rejection or anger at her. when her cheek touches his shoulder, she hears his voice, finally, rumbling, "if you want to take a nap, go ahead. i'll wake you up before dinner."

she wants to say no! that's not what she wants!, but can't trust her voice. her throat's closed up. why isn't he looking at her?! instead, she just shakes her head, rubbing her cheek on his shoulder.

"no?" he murmurs, eyes still on the screen. "what do you wanna do then?"

she shrugs.

harry hums. "use your words, amelia. you know i can't read your mind."

she's quiet after that. her eyes dart to the the clock on the opposite side of the wall and then back at the computer to check the time there. both of them say the time: 3:41pm. it's 3:41 and she's feeling as if she hasn't slept in years.

she knuckles at her eyes again. "i wanna..." she starts, taking a deep breath. where's all the air gone? "could we cuddle, sir?" her voice is timid and shaky, so quiet that harry needs to look at her and ask her to repeat herself. when she does, he gets a good look at her, mostly her eyes and when he sees them glassy and unfocused, he shuts the laptop and reaches for her.

he cradles her head in his hands so softly, tears leak out of her eyes.

"you're slipping, baby," he murmurs, running his thumbs over her cheeks, catching the tears. "why didn't you tell me?"

she sniffles, big teary eyes falling to his lips to admire the curvature of them as he speaks. "shouldn't have gone alone," she admits, whispering. "s'all my fault."

his brows pull together and his nostrils flare a bit. "you didn't do anything alone. i was right here."

"no, sir," she whimpers, eyes finally shutting when harry's arms go around her and hoists her up onto his lap. the laptop slides away onto the bed, but he doesn't care. her hands immediately touch his shirt, but then shy away. harry grasps them tightly and places them back on his neck, encouraging her to hold onto him, that he's not upset that she's touched him.

"no?" he pushes, tilting his head down. when she doesn't make eye contact, he holds her chin up and forces her. "i was here. fucked you here, cuddled you here, kissed you here." realization is finally etched onto his features as he ends the list there. "oh, amelia. you said you wanted to shower alone."

more tears pool at her eyes when he comes across the issue. "i was wrong," she sniffles. "i should have asked you to come with me."

"and that's when you started slipping?"

she wipes her eyes harshly and nods over and over. his bottom lip juts out, grabbing her wrists and prying them away from her just so they can be around her neck again. he even pushes his necklace into her hand as something for her to hold onto, to ground her.

"you've been out of the shower for half an hour, love. you shouldn't have kept that to yourself. you know that's one of the rules, right?"

he draws her in and she falls against his shoulder. she feels him grappling for the sheets before finding the covers and bringing them up to their waists.

she squeezes her eyes shut tightly. "gonna punish me?"

harry's heart sinks, eyes softening. he shakes his head. "no. i'm not gonna punish you for that. you did nothing wrong." he pauses and then kisses her temple. "i'm happy you told me about this. it's a good thing you did. you made me happy."

he barely hears her when she whispers, "always wanna make you happy."

he holds her tightly, knowing not to say a word until her cries have stopped and her breathing has evened out. once she begins to relax into him, melting into his body, he begins to run his fingers through her hair, coaxing her out of subspace just like he would have done half an hour ago. still, he's glad she'd let him know before it could hurt her.

she shifts in his lap. her dominant's legs are spread apart as she removes her knees from either side of his hips, laying between his thighs instead, head still on his chest but now facing him. her fingers now reach for his, lacing them together without hesitation.

he knows she's doing better when she whispers, "thank you, sir."

he smiles down at her. "'s my job, isn't it? you're my responsibility."

she nods sleepily. "i'm glad i'm your responsibility and not someone else's." there's a slight lisp to her voice that makes his heart throb. she glances up at him, eyes still on his lips. he swipes his tongue over his bottom lip just to entice her. "are you glad i'm your mess?"

"yes," he says almost immediately, kissing her forehead softly. "i'm glad."