Synopsis: Harry can never be fully mad at Y/N because he loves her too much
Harry and Y/N weren't afraid to admit the fact that they were very experimental with their sex life.
In fact, Harry was honest, yet brief, with his friends about what he and Y/N had been up to in his bed the night before. Y/N wasn't any better, she was always advising her friends on how to spice up their time with their significant others, basing it all on her own experience, sometimes even throwing in a few examples here and there.
They loved each other, a lot, and they would never tire of coming up with different ways of showing their love, even if it meant one or both of them were all achy the next day from their rendevous.
However, one of the most important aspects of being so experimental and trying out new things in their relationship was also being honest and communicating. And whilst Harry was particularly good at speaking on the things that he liked and didn't like, Y/N tended to be the opposite of that.
Harry knew this because they had been together for just over a year now and he liked to think he knew her inside and out, even when she told lies to him.
"It doesn't hurt does it?" Harry whispered into her ear last night, he was trying his best to stay put together as he kissed her softly on the forehead.
"No." She shook her head, lying through her teeth. It hurt a lot but she didn't want to tell him that. She loved pleasing him, she loved being good for him, and so she had no intention on telling him that it did hurt and she didn't like it.
"Are you sure baby, we can stop anytime you want?" He reminds her, he always told her this and she loved him for it.
"I'm okay." She whispered, fisting the sheets tightly.
All morning, Harry had been kicking himself for not realising the lies that had come from her. He realised he was at his weakest when he was wrapped up in her and last night he was pretty much tangled into one mess with her which made him incredibly weak. He was filled with too much pleasure to focus on the fact that she had been lying to him about the pain.
He felt horrible, his hands felt dirty despite the fact he had cleaned them three times since waking up. How could he hurt her? How could he let her carry on? How could he put his pleasure before his own?
He was currently making breakfast for the both of them when he heard the sound of bare feet walking on the floorboards towards him. The sound would usually make him smile, it meant his little love was up and awake and he couldn't wait to start the day with her everyday.
Yet today he wasn't happy, today he was incredibly upset and... angry.
"Good morning H." Y/N smiled, she didn't have the usual glow to her face like she normally did the morning after they had made love.
He crossed his arms and leaned his body against the kitchen counter, wearing nothing but his boxers with a frown etched onto his face. Y/N knew she was in trouble from just looking at him and so she braced herself.
"How are you feeling?" Was the first thing he asked, it was the first thing he wanted to know.
"I-I feel fine." She lies, she was aching and it wasn't all completely the good kind.
"Are you lying to me baby because you know how I feel when you lie to me?" He stands tall, towering above her small frame.
She gasps, "H-Harry, I-I'm not lying." She lies again even worst than the first time.
He shakes his head, "Are you underestimating me Y/N? You think I'm stupid enough to not know when you're lying."
"N-No H, I don't think you're stupid at all. You're the s-smartest man in the whole world." She responds, his heart softens at the small hint of pride on her face at the thought of him.
"Then why, may I ask, have you been lying to me?" She gapes like a fish out of water, she should have known he would find out about it.
"I didn't lie." She crosses her arms, determined to stand her ground.
He scoffs, "You didn't baby? Then why did I hear you wake up in the middle of the night to go to the kitchen? I know how you work Y/N, I know you never like to get out of bed unless it's to go to the bathroom. I woke up this morning seeing an ice pack all melted in the sink."
She scowled herself for being too sleepy to think straight. She had come downstairs because she couldn't get comfortable and had left the ice pack in the sink as she went to get a glass of water, she must have forgotten before she went back upstairs to put it back in the freezer.
Harry knew from the look on her face he had caught her in the act, "I told you that you that if we were to do any of this, we needed to trust each other and communicate properly." He started pacing, in search of a ladle for the eggs he had boiled.
"I know that Harry but-"
"But nothing Y/N." He placed two pieces of toast in the toaster. "I hurt you last night and the last thing I want to do is jeopardise what we have. If you would have just told me-"
"Harry stop-"
"No baby," Despite how angry he was he still called her the pet name she loved. In fact she also couldn't help noticing he was still making her breakfast, cutting the crusts off her bread and putting them onto his plate and forming little hearts with the cherry tomatoes. "It's not difficult for you to tell me how you feel."
"I know that Harry." She huffed, "It wasn't all that bad, it only hurt for a little bit and then it went away." That was only a small lie but she didn't want to make him feel worst than he already did.
"It shouldn't hurt at all when I love on you baby, it shouldn't." He was now laying out the table, pulling out her chair and waiting for her to sit as he continued to ramble his anger, "I never want to hurt you and because you didn't tell me I feel like an asshole."
She sighed heavily, sitting in her chair and he pulled her hair back and tied it in a ponytail because she didn't like getting her hair in her face whenever she ate. "Harry you're being dramatic, I don't look at you any different."
"That's not the point," He huffed and sat down, pouring salt and pepper onto his breakfast and cutting it aggressively with a butter knife.
"What is the point?" She hummed to herself at the taste of his delicious breakfast, he had always been such a good cook.
"The point is that I hurt you." He says.
Y/N tried to reach for his hand across the table but he pulled it away, "We've done worst things than what we did last night Harry."
"Yeah but you always tell me to stop when it gets too much. That's why we have a safeword." He argues.
"B-But it was something you'd been wanting to try for ages and you looked like you were enjoying it." She was getting angry, everything she said he had something to say back to the point where it felt pointless trying to say anything at all.
"It's not just about me though, we're in that room together, we're in that bed together. That's why we have to communicate."
"Oh you're being ridiculous now. You're acting like you stabbed me by accident. It's fine, I'm fine, I don't see what the big deal is." But contradictory to her words, she winced when she moved to grab the ketchup and Harry's face dropped.
He picked up his plate and threw out his leftovers, placing his plate in the sink before walking upstairs. "Where are you going?" Y/N called, her voice raised as much as she could since she wasn't really a shouty person.
"You're unbelievable!" He says, loudly. She runs up the stairs and sees him in their bedroom going through her side of the closet.
"What are you doing?"
"Calling me dramatic and ridiculous for getting upset and then you wince at the table like it's not big deal!" He bursts out, looking through her sweatshirts and loungewear.
"Why are you shouting at me?" She says, in a tone equal to his now.
"Because you're not listening to me." He walks to the bathroom with her favorite sweatshirt of his and a pair of sweatpants.
"Well maybe if you'd quit acting like a man child I would listen." She shouts so he could hear her from the bathroom.
"Oh I'm being a man child?" She furrowed her eyebrows as she heard the tap turn on in the bathroom, indicating he was running a bath.
"Yes, you're nothing but a b-big... a big... floozy!" She sits on the end of their bed, arms crossed and pouting.
"Am I sensing attitude little girl?" His head peers in through the doorway, his sleeves rolled up.
"Yes because you're being mean." She huffs.
"Oh I'm being mean?" He glares, "What about you? Don't you think it was mean of you to put me in a situation like that? To make me feel like a horrible boyfriend?"
"It wasn't mean if it made you feel good." She protests, their voices were still speaking rather loudly as he spoke from the bathroom.
He walked back in and swiftly picked her up, placing her on his hip as she fought against him. "Put me down!" She said but looked around the bathroom as he set her on the toilet seat and began to remove her socks from her feet.
"Now you're going to listen to me," He murmurs, anger still in his tone, "M gonna give you a bath sweet girl and you're going to behave and stop being a little brat. Do you understand?"
She says nothing. He had lit candles around the bathroom and she caught the scent of her favorite lavender bath salts. She was stripped bare and the gentle touches of his fingertips against her skin contrasted greatly with the angry and frustrated tone in her voice.
The couple said nothing to each other as he carefully bathed her, making sure to show love despite how angry he was with her. He kissed her shoulder blade and poured water on her hair, rubbing her shoulders and tending to her achy tummy and sore legs.
He wrapped her in a fluffy towel and dried her down. They avoided making eye contact as he rubbed cream on her face and helped her get dressed into the comfy clothes he had chosen for her.
"I'm still angry at you." She breaks the silence, sitting on the bed and watching as he goes to her dresser and pulls out some lotion.
"Oh don't worry darling, the feeling is mutual." She scowls at him and he tries not to smile over the fact that she looked like a little, grumpy kitten.
"Lay back and sit still." He orders and she complies which makes him happy.
He sits on the bed and rolls up the legs of her sweatpants, placing her calf on his thighs and rubbing lotion into her legs. "You're impossible." He mumbles.
"I'm impossible? You're the one who won't let me get a word in!"
"That's because you have nothing reasonable to say, you made me feel like a bad person by not telling me how you really felt and letting me hurt you." He could feel the anger bubbling again despite the fact that he thought he was over it when he had laid her in the bath.
"You didn't hurt me! I was fine!" She was too stubborn for her own good sometimes.
"That's not what the ice pack said." He argued.
"The ice pack doesn't speak Harry." She rolls her eyes.
"Well it did to me!" He said and it seemed as if a whole new argument was arising from the way he spoke.
He continued to massage her legs and she couldn't deny how good it felt. Afterwards, he pulled both the legs of her sweatpants down and pulled her on top of him so he could massage her scalp.
They stayed like that for a while and Y/N had found herself exhausted from all the anger that had radiated from her since waking up and greeting Harry downstairs. She was so not used to being mad at him and vice versa but despite everything she couldn't help but smile to herself over the fact that he had treated her so well all whilst spurting out angry words at each other.
"Really hurt me seeing you in pain love." He murmured, he could sense she was drifting off to sleep as he used one hand to rub her tummy and the other to massage her scalp.
She felt guilty, she had felt guilty from the beginning but she was too stubborn to say otherwise. "I'm sorry Harry." She whimpered, "Just wanted to make you feel good."
"I know baby but it's a two way street and it doesn't make me feel good when you're not good." He kissed her cheek. "I know you love being my good girl but I've also go to be good to you. And besides, you don't have to go to the extreme to be my perfect girl, you're already so good to me puppy." She almost purred at the praise coming from him.
She maneuvered herself so she was lying on top of him completely, burying her face in his neck, "I'm sorry, next time I'll tell you if it's hurting me bad."
"You promise?" He traced her features with the pad of his thumb, this was something he always did to help her get to sleep quickly. He knew she hadn't slept well last night from the bags under her eyes he had seen on her face when she first came downstairs.
"Promise." She hummed and kissed the pad of his thumb when it grazed her lips.
"Hmm," He could feel every ounce of anger leave his body as she sealed the words with a kiss to his lips. "I love you."
"Love you too H."
As she was about to fall asleep, he leaned in to whisper something into her ear, "When you're not all achy anymore, don't think for one second I won't punish you for being a brat earlier. You know I don't appreciate it when you call me names baby."
She squeaked and hid her face, trying to bite back a grin.
She couldn't wait.
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kinky.
I wrote this really fast because I saw the idea on tumblr and wanted to write a whole imagine on it and I absolutely love writing fluff and angst together.
I really hope you enjoyed it, I thought it was very cute.
what did we think of don't worry darling? I rated it a 3/5,, Florence pugh was amazing !!
thank you for reading!!
All my love,
Clo xx