Harry is vanilla... or, at least Y/N thinks he is.
Don't get her wrong - she loves how kind and sweet and gentle Harry is, but sometimes, she just wishes he'd be a little more aggressive in bed.
And not the 'slap me!' kind of way, nor the type to spank the front of her thighs with the buckle on a belt; she just wants him to spank her every now and then with his hand (maybe one of his soft, pleather belts as well) and maybe pull her hair a bit too hard but just enough that it turns her on even more.
Her and Harry have always had a communication rule: if one of them needs something addressed, vocalize it. But she doesn't want to hurt Harry's feelings. He has quite the ego, so she doesn't think telling him he's too nice in bed will go very well.
That's why she's sitting on the edge of her and Harry's king size mattress, bouncing her knee up and down as she chews on her bottom lip. She'd usually go to nibble on the edges of her nails, but she just got a manicure, and reckons she doesn't want to feel like she wasted the money.
What the hell am I gonna say? How am I gonna even start this?
She stands up and begins pacing while thinking about the list of things she should tell Harry she would like to do in bed (or things done to her). The thoughts are accompanied with images of Harry doing these naughty things, and she begins to feel a tad bit moist between her thighs, as she knows she should stop so she can have her head on straight when the conversation starts.
"Getting your steps in?" Harry's voice echoes throughout the large bedroom, the raspiness making Y/N go a little weak in the knees (as it always does) and she can't wait to find out how deep and coarse it can actually go when he's getting all his sexual frustrations out while dominating her.
"Oh! Hi!" She scratches the back of her head, feeling awkward for some reason unknown to her, and stands with her legs at an odd angle, seemingly bent into one another. "W-What're you doing home already?"
"What - you're not happy to see me?" He chuckles, prancing up to her and wrapping his arms around her frame to pull to his body. "Hmm?" His forehead presses to hers to urge her to answer, pecking her lips as motivation.
"Of course I am," she breathlessly laughs. "M'always happy to see you."
"M'happy to see you, too." His hands move downward to squeeze her bottom, making her moan against his lips because, although it feels good, she wants more.
"Spank me." It comes out rather abruptly. She had planned on taking things slow, and easing the conversation along, but her fast mouth had other plans.
"What?" Harry questions amusingly, leaning his head back to get a good look at her.
Now Y/N feels embarrassed, not sure if she wants to go through with the conversation she had in her head. "Nothing," she rushes out, burrowing her face into Harry's chest.
"No, no," Harry presses, pulling her up by her hair, and Y/N has a miniature orgasm from that slight man-handling alone. "I think you said 'spank me'?"
Y/N's face is scorching hot, and she can't really not look at Harry - being that Harry has her head titled up to look directly at him - so she knows her cheeks must feel like the sun.
"Maybe," she mumbles, her lips puffed out in a playful, innocent way.
"You want me to spank you? Really?" Y/N nods.
"And a few other things..."
"Yeah?" A smirk is playing on Harry's lips, and Y/N is shocked. She was certain he'd be concerned about her forwardness and question if he's really been pleasuring her all along. "What other things?" Y/N stays silent, and she desperately wants to speak every fantasy she's ever had, but she feels frozen in place yet turned on by Harry's quick change in demeanor. "Answer me." He tugs at her scalp - his fingers still wrapped in her hair - and it makes Y/N moan in submission. She's wanted Harry to be rough with her for so long, and she thinks she's about to finally get it.
