Tease//h.s au

4

a month later and i am in harry's house for the second time in these past two weeks. by now i would have thought harry and i would have done more than just make out, but no. i ring his doorbell and he opens the cherry wood door as his eyes squint at as beautiful saturday sun hits his eyes. but i was not ready when he opened the door to see not see him in a suit. even though i had been to his house three times it was always after he was working so he was always looking dashing in his suits, but my god did he look amazing. black skinny jeans grip to his waist and legs as a loose black shirt hangs around his torso, the short sleeves show some tattoos scattering his forearm.

"oh my, you look fucking hot in that" i tell him bluntly as he widens the door and gestures for me to enter. as he closes the door i catch him off guard as i kiss his neck, then his jaw, meeting his lips. he kisses me hungrily, one of his hands gripping my waist as my hands go to his hair. i always love feeling his hair between my fingers. i feel his left hand start to stray from my waist and goes down gripping my ass. i break the kiss and start kissing his neck again going behind his ear lobe and he moaned. one of my hands leaves his hair, going under his shirt feeling his abs.

"take it off" i demand as i pull on the hem of his shirt, his hands go to the hem of the shirt and he easily pulls it off. i am instantly taken back as i see multiple tattoos covering his torso. my finger traces over the butterfly tattoo that is placed in the center of his chest. "why are you so irresistible?"

"i could as you the same question" he replies as he pulls me by the waist closer to him and brings me back to the kiss his tongue exploring my mouth as quickly as the kiss starts. my hands roam his torso and exposed biceps and i ask myself how this even happened. i break the kiss pushing away from his chest and turning my back so he couldn't see the smirk on my face,

"come on, we have a dinner to make" i tell him as i start to walk towards the kitchen that is covered in stainless steel appliances, granite counter tops, and marbled tile. i hear him groan but also his footsteps behind me letting me know he is following. we get into his kitchen and i sit on one of the bar stools that are pulled into the breakfast bar that gives an easy view of the stove. harry walks into my view and he starts to put his shirt back on. "who said you have to put it back on, i like it off" i pout and he stops, takes it back off, and throws it into the living room.

"happy?"

"very"

"i am going to punish you, i swear. i want you so bad" harry whispers in my ear. he is so close i can feel his lips brushing against my ear. i swallow the lump in my throat.

"n-nothing is stopping you" i reply back hoarsely, i mentally yell at myself for being so flustered and stuttering. he turns my chair around so i can face him, and i know how cliche this sounds, but his eyes look darker than they did before. his hands get under my flowly shorts grasping my ass and he lifts me up from the stool, instinctively i wrap my legs around his torso and he cares me out of the kitchen. we lock lips as he continues to carry to where i am assuming his bedroom is. he kicks open a door and shuts it with his foot. i feel my back being placed onto a plush bed. he pulls away for a second and just looks at me under him.

"you are so beautiful, lilou" he says as he kisses my neck his hands touch the little bit of skin that shows from my shirt riding up. my cheeks flush as he continues to kiss my collar bone and his hand snakes up my shirt and he pushes aside my lace bra to cup my breast. i gasp when he does this because his rings are freezing making my ni.pple hard instantly.

"harry, your rings are so cold" i get out breathy. he stops kissing my collarbone to look up at me with hooded eyes.

"what was that?"

"i said 'harr-"

"wrong" he interrupts as soon as it comes out of my mouth and i catch on quickly.

"sorry daddy, your rings were cold" i tell him and as the words daddy leave my moth he starts kissing my stomach so close to the area i want him to be at. his thumb grazes over my nipp.le and i let out a little moan. harry's hand moves from my breast to the waist band of my shorts. he pulls them down painstakingly slow making me impatient. he smiles at my lace underwear, suddenly i feel his thumb pressing over my c.lit through my underwear. i audible whimper and he stops.

"tell me what you want, babygirl" he tells me. i have so many thoughts ravishing through my head.

"i want you, daddy" i whimper and my hips slightly.

"not yet, not yet" he says and pulls down my underwear leaving me exposed. i feel his hot breath on my core and i want him so bad. he leans his head down and his tongue meets my core and i instantly feel euphoric. his thumb rubs my c.lit and my hips buck, he uses his other hand to push my hips down. his tongue laps and swirls in all the best ways. "fuck you taste so good" he says as he kisses my core and starts the attack again. his tongue delves into me and i grip his hair and he has to again push my hips down again.

"daddy, you are so good. please, daddy. i'm going to c-c.um" i moan as i hit my climax. the nirvana of feeling harry's tongue work it's magic, a handful of his hair in my hand. i come down from my climax my breathing trying to return to normal, harry lays next to me. his torso still on full display. he kisses my cheek and i turn away, giggling in embarrassment, but he turns me to look back at him.

"my mum always yelled at me for having dessert before dinner. but i just can't stop myself around you" he tells me which reminds me, i am hungry as fuck. i sit up and pull my underwear back up and start to get up. i start pulling my shorts back on but i hear harry protest.

"if i am shirtless you are short less" he remarks making me slide my shorts back off and leaving them on his bedroom floor. he takes my hand in his and says "alright baby, lets eat."

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i feel uncomfortable now -florence