Summary: Harry can't eat Y/n out because of his tongue
Harry was a tease, it was very clear to everyone aorund him. He teased people charmingly with his humor and cockyness and with Y/n wasn't different. The man would always put her on the edge while doing something sexual.
Just before his concert, he had licked her until she was crying, but he didn't allow her to cum, promising her he would eat her out if she behaved and stayed in the hotel room while he was performing.
He left her practically naked on the sheets, breathing unevenly and with an ache in between her thighs. what kept Y/n from touching herself was Harry's word, she even took a nap, dreaming of having his tongue flicking her wet pussy.
What she didn't expect was to meet a pouty Harry 2 hours later. He opened the hotel door with a sad expression on his face, the girl quickly put him into a hug and asked what happened, when he told her the reason she couldn't help but laugh.
"I can't believe you burned your tongue eating soup," she let her body fall on the bed while her sweet laugh filled the room, "and you were so fucking cocky about how you were going to eat me out until I would beg you to stop."
"Shut up, I'm truly hurt right now," he said grumpily, rolling his eyes at her while he changed his clothes, taking his pants off and throwing it on the other side of the room as if the piece of fabric wasn't worth thousands of dollars.
"Oh, what is hurting? Your tongue or your ego?" She teased. Harry in response threw his shirt at her, staring only in his black boxers.
He left the pants on the floor and crawled through the bed until he was above her, trapping her under his body, he put his mouth close to her ear, "you know I can make you cum without my tongue."
He manhandled her as if she was a ragdoll, turning her around, her back meeting his chest, "get on all four, gonna have you dripping on this duvet."
tangentwithtanner
dailybridgerton
kianamaiart
yousharknotpass
izzy806
turnnoffyourmind
