![]() ![]() How about I lay off of the mean daddy thing… jus’ for a while.” He stroked her hair, heart still aching at the idea of making her cry. “Hot chocolate and some cuddles are the least I can do. It was all for play but we can avoid doing that particular thing again.” He promised. I never want to make you feel less than in ways that aren’t a ousing. She was nice.” She murmured, still unsure about letting her come back though. More than I could have thought, and while it was arousing at the time… it snuck into my thoughts. He went to deny it again and she cut him off. It… you didn’t mean it, right?” She laid her cheek against his shoulder. Already, hearing the regret in his voice made her realize he truly hadn’t meant it. Hot chocolate?” Her voice weakly suggested, not feeling like talking too much. So seeing the stark, dark contrast to it always managed to get her going, and allowed the both of them an outlet. He cooked her dinner every week and he proudly boasted to others about how well she did at her job, how she was the best person he had ever met. She got kisses whenever asked, Roses randomly just because he felt like it. Part of why it was so hot to her to see Harry be mean was because he was such a caring and attentive boyfriend. Feeling his love, his normal overly affectionate being making her fall back into comfort. “What can I do to make this better?” He asked after her sniffles lightened, her body warm and soft now feeling his arms wrapped around her. Never have, never will.” He peppered more kisses to wherever he could reach, and she began to relax slightly. Of course it was fun… but I never want you t’think that anyone can compare to you. “That’s exactly why I was hesitant to actually do this, pet. How she had such a strong degradation kink and praise at the same time was unknown to her. Sexual arousal was such a complex topic, especially with the way her mind worked. But some of the things had made her second guess as soon as the arousal had dried up and she was in a more sober mindset. It wasn’t that she hated the full scene- because she didn’t. “P-Promise?” She weakly held on to him, lip trembling. It was a scene.” He murmured, repeatedly kissing her hairline. It was a stark difference from the bath water. Come here.” He pulled her to lay on his chest, stomach twisting as he felt the heat of her tears falling against his shoulder. It hurt because while he enjoyed making her cry during sex, he never wanted to legitimately hurt her feelings. Harry felt like the worst person alive as he saw the tear that he was held responsible for go down her smooth cheek. She sniffled, eyes burning as a single tear fell down her cheek. Do you know that? Everything.” He whispered, kissing her nose. Are you kidding me, petal?” He cupped her cheek and looked at her sadly. Turn.” He helped her turn around so she was looking in his eyes. “Baby… what?” He stressed the second word. It made him feel sick that she was even considering that. She was the best girl in the whole world and Harry did try and emphasize this often. The words were all for show, a play if you will. He never, ever wanted her to legitimately feel inadequate. But it was meant to be mutually arousing. The point of their scene had been a punishment, yes. He had gone through measures to make sure it wasn’t what would happen. This hadn’t been what he had ever wanted. The words she replied really broke his heart. His own heart was pounding, but he was trying to keep his composure as to not make everything spiral. Pressing his lips to her temple, he patiently waited for her to answer him. “My sweet girl… are you okay?” He questioned, gently running a damp hand over the side of her head. She would cling to Harry and ask questions and be fuzzy but this was different and he was worried. Normally she babbled when she was done with a scene. Settling her in between his legs, he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pressed kisses to the top of her head, slowly trying to calm her heart that was still beating fast. They were both sticky, so Harry sat down in the bathtub and brought her down with him. Why don’t we get all clean and then we can have a snuggle in bed? Order some food for that little tummy?” He whispered softly, feeling her nod against his chest. He had gotten a nice bath set up for her with rose scented bubbles and her favorite towels all set and folded for when she got out. “C’mon, angel.” His voice was soft and sweet, carrying her into the bathroom. He had been watching her while the scene was going on and making sure she was okay, and it all seemed to be.īut she was unusually quiet after the fact, and it scared him a little bit. As mean of a dom as Harry could be, he was in love with Y/N. Listened so well, and definitely made up for being a brat. With their guest comfortable leaving, Harry turned his attentions to y/N. After the threesome and Y/N potentially gets all sad and insecure? □ ![]()
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