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So I kept this fairly short because I :) really :) liked :) it :) and ideas started flying so now I have a one shot planned. Anyway, thank you for requesting. I hope you enjoy!
141. “Use your words.” *unrevised*
“Gonna have to use your words, love.”
It should have been easy, she should have been able to tell him what she wanted because she was a grown adult, who was more than capable of speaking to him like a grown adult should.
But, he had reduced her down to a blubbering mess, squirming helplessly beneath his body begging with pitiful whimpers and whines for him to just touch her and anywhere at this point would satisfy. And she knew that he was completely aware of what he was doing, and he had always been good at it – making her work for what she wanted. No matter how much want she put in her kisses or how pleading her eyes were, he stood by his demand.
“Gotta hear you say it, sweetheart.”
And maybe it was because she was so stubborn or maybe it was because Harry had truly left her incoherent but, she couldn’t bring herself to say it. She wanted it, she wanted him, but the words that were stuck just at the tip of her tongue were reluctant on falling past her lips. Her body was screaming for her to say anything (‘Just give him what he wants so you can get what you want’) but, she couldn’t. “Ah, c’mon, babe,” he whispers huskily into her ear, smirking arrogantly, “Go on and say it,”
His fingers skim across her stomach, slowly moving lower down her torso. Her mouth falls open as she pants hot breaths into the skin of his neck, “I- Ha-Harry I–” And for a moment, when his fingers toy with the elastic of her underwear, that maybe he was feeling generous. Maybe he had caved.
“S’not really what I was looking for.” And his fingers are dancing back up the expanse of her stomach before they rest on the pillow beside her head. “Use your words.” He repeats, in an obnoxiously teasing tone, “Just gotta tell me what ya want.”
“You kn-know what,” she huffs, “I want, Harry.”
“I don’t think I do, Y/N.” he smiles, resting his forehead on hers, “M’not gonna wait much longer, pet.”
“No no,” she rushes, grabbing his wrist, “Please.”
His eyebrows raise on his forehead, “Please what?”
She whines again, “Please just- just touch me please.”
“Okay, now say it with your eyes open.”
Frustrated and highly irritated she opens her eyes and looks at him, eyebrows furrowed, “Touch me,” she says through her teeth, “Please.”
His hands slip between them, cupping her and she hisses, “Of course.”
