This Relationship of Ours (+Extras)

Mia in Subspace

Anonymous asked:

could you do a harry and mia when they were still in the sub/dom days and how harry takes care of mia when shes in subspace? pls add finger sucking and her making grabby hands so he can carry her and almost crying when he moves bc she thinks hes gonna leave. TY PLS IM A SLUT FOR SUBSPACE

sure :)

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Mia lays there sweating and breathing heavily as Harry gently releases her from his hold. He's got his boxers on quicker than she can blink and is now looming over her to untie her hands that are joined together at the headboard with his tie. She barely feels him bring her arms slowly back down after kissing her wrists.

Her eyes close, enjoying the silence and the feeling of coming down from a high wash over her. Maybe Harry's speaking to her, maybe he isn't – she can't understand right now. Her mind is so wrapped around the feeling of being sweaty and naked on his silk sheets and the soft music in the background from the playlist Harry had chosen.

She faintly still feels the pressure of his hand around her throat and a tight fist in her hair, but as she continues to come down, her senses are reintroduced to her and she finally hears Harry's voice.

His hand come up to cup her jaw. "Hey. Open your eyes for me." His voice is so gentle, how can that be her dominant's voice? "Love, can you open your eyes for me?"

Her vision flickers back and her eyes meet with his pretty green ones. "Hi," she whispers dizzily.

His face breaks out into a smile. "Hi," he answers. "How are you feeling?"

"Good. Really warm."

"Yeah? How 'bout your body? In any pain?"

She shakes her head. It takes her two extra seconds to understand what exactly he's saying. "No, sir. I'm good."

"Good," he says with that same smile. "Let's go take a bath, hmm? You're really, uh, sticky. Think you can get up?"

Mia's eyes close again. "Too tired."

He hums. "Alright. I'm gonna start the water. Stay here."

At the feeling of his body weight being lifted off the bed, her eyes pop open again and she sees his strong back muscles working as he bends down to pick up the discarded clothing along the floor. "Why?" she asks quietly. "Stay with me."

He glances over his shoulder at her. "So we can get cleaned up."

"No cuddles?"

Harry runs a hand through his hair and then grapples at his wrists for a hair tie. He ties his long strands into a bun and then cracks his neck muscles. "Cuddle in the bath."

A frown takes over her features. Why does he wanna get away from her so badly? "No. Right now."

"It'll take a minute to start the bath, love. Then we'll cuddle. Let me go start that."

She doesn't have a chance to protest before he turns away from her and head to the joined bathroom, leaving the door open though. She's been in subspace before, he knows she's very needy after a scene, but it should only take a few moments to get everything prepared and the quicker he moves, the quicker he's holding her in his arms again.

Mia uses all her strength to pull herself up and sit properly on the bed. Her wrists, she notices, are slightly red from the confinements, and her head feels like it's a couple hundred pounds.

With shaky arms, she pushes herself onto the floor, grabbing onto the side drawer to make sure she doesn't fall. Why isn't Harry with her? He's always with her after they're done!

She slowly walks over the the bathroom and peers inside. She sees him bending over the tub to plug the drain and start mixing the water. With a quick look at herself in the mirror, she realizes she's still naked despite feeling so warm as if she has a few layers on.

"Sir..." she mumbles quietly. Harry turns around quickly. "I want you to hold me." For some reason, she can't get her voice to go any higher than a whisper.

His eyes glaze over with fond, heart beat quickening at the sight of his vulnerable submissive.

Harry extends a hand to her. "Come to me." She nods and slowly makes her way to him.

He smiles down at her and wraps an arm around her shoulders, tucking her into his chest as he turns them around. He bends down again to mess with the water, and takes her with him.

Her eyes are closed, breathing now even as she enjoys his bare chest on against hers. His thumb caresses her shoulder gently and then moves up to touch her cheek. She hums and her tongue pokes out, licking his digit before pushing it into her mouth. His thumb simply rests in her mouth for comfort as she attaches herself closer to him.

"How hot do you want it, Amelia?" he asks gingerly, laying his cheek on her head.

She shrugs. "Not too hot." Except she says it with his thumb wedged between her teeth so it comes out garbled. He understands anyways.

Once he's finished, he slowly removes himself from her and kisses her eyelids to coax them open. Her pretty gray eyes are staring up at him, and he takes his thumb out of her mouth. He swears his heart breaks when her eyes widen and desperately look at the finger he's just pulled out. He pouts and tilts her head up, pressing a kiss to her mouth softly.

"Get in the water, love. I'm right behind you."

It takes a while again but soon she's in the water, staring up at him expectantly. He kisses her forehead and then pulls his own boxers down, lowering himself into the water. She's attached to him like a magnet, nuzzling her face fully into her dominant's shoulder.

"Sir," she says. "Sir, can I have...I want..."

Harry presses his thumb to her lips and she quickly envelopes his finger into her mouth. He leans his head back as she suckles on him, closing his own eyes, enjoying the feeling of the warm water heal his sore muscles.

Mia falls asleep quicker than anything in his arms. He's guilty of staring at her fondly for a couple minutes. This is where he's meant to be.