silk and rope

extra: harry's stuck in dom space*

"Daddy? Y'okay?"

Y/N sits up on her knees once Harry undoes her ties. Usually after a bondage-heavy scene like tonight, he takes great care to help stretch her ankles, thighs, and wrists out, but the firm wrinkle between his brows remains, even as they move to the aftercare portion of the evening. With a concerned expression on her face, Y/N gently reaches up to run a delicate hand through his curly hair, willing him to look at her.

"M'okay," he rasps out before swallowing, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. "Just... stuck a bit, I think. I'm sorry, I know you need some love right now—"

Y/N shakes her head. Since they started officially dating, she doesn't always find herself falling into the intensity of her little space. In all honesty, it was unrealistic to expect that every time they had sex it was rough and kinky, intermingled with toys and choking and dirty talk. It was still something they adored doing — in fact, their dominant and submissive relationship was the basis of how they came to be, so their sexual interests weren't fading anytime soon. But as opposed to when they first started sleeping together and Y/N always felt small and lost after a scene, things had changed.

Tonight was proof of that.

She'd never seen it before, but Y/N had read about dominants getting stuck in their dom space. Sure, it wasn't as common, but it was possible, especially based on Harry's current state. He looked frustrated and tired, refusing to get up from the bed even if they both needed some cleaning up.

"I can take care of you," Y/N murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to the side of his temple. "C'mere, lay down in my lap."

Harry doesn't question it or reject her, instead waiting for her to sit down against the array of pillows arranged against her headboard. They're both still stark naked and his cum is even still pushed up inside of her, where he'd finished and fingered her to make sure it stayed.

As soon as she's settled, Y/N pats her thighs and Harry lays down, placing his head against the soft skin. He allows his eyes to flutter closed and she slowly begins to run her fingers through the messy strands, humming a nonsense song.

"Just breathe," she mumbles, bringing her hand down to lightly stroke the side of his cheek. "Everything's alright. You're okay."

She listens to him take deep inhales and even longer exhales, watching as his chest rises and falls with each breath. The tension in his facial features gradually begins to melt away.

"You alright?" she asks a few minutes later. He nods, his eyes still closed. "Do you need anything? Water? A snack?"

He shakes his head, "No. Thank you, bunny. Appreciate you taking care of me."

"Of course."

They keep laying there in silence for a few minutes more, Harry continuing his deep breathing as she soothingly plays with his hair. It's only when she shifts her legs slightly that his eyes flicker open.

"Do you need to get up?"

"No," she does, actually, she can feel his load start to slowly seep out of her, "I'll just need to... you know, push out. In a little."

Harry's eyebrows suddenly raise in recognition. "Fuck. Sorry, I completely forgot I did that. I was in kinda deep tonight."

"It's fine," she replies, waving him away dismissively, "I'm okay. We can keep laying."

His chest vibrates with a hum as he turns into his side. Glancing up at her, he gently pries her thighs apart, the skin already feeling flushed and sore to the touch. It makes Y/N shiver.

"Don't need to go anywhere to push me out," he says lowly, "You can show me right here."

It's embarrassing to have Harry's face right there. He's entirely too close to her pussy and she's sure he can already see the white substance dribble out of her hole — but, like most things he does, it turns her on instead of makes her feel uncomfortable or weird.

Swallowing nervously, she contracts her muscles and begins to lightly push. Since most of the liquid has already moved to her opening, it doesn't take much effort before she feels it dripping, decorating her skin. Harry coos at the sight, gently massaging her thigh as he watches.

"Good little girl," he mumbles, reaching his hand out to spread it over her exposed pussy. She gasps in surprise, still feeling sensitive from before. "I'm the luckiest, hm? Get to watch your pretty hole clench and leak with my cum."

She whimpers quietly and it makes him smirk. Leaning forward, he presses a gentle kiss to her swollen clit and she nearly jumps.

"Think she can take another one of daddy's loads?"