39. “Hey have you seen the… oh.”
It’s an innocent movie night with your boyfriend.
Or at least, it’s supposed to be. But today, you’ve been feeling a little extra horny all day long and Harry, the little shit, isn’t quite getting the hint. Or maybe he is, but he wants to make you work for it. And you are happy to oblige.
Earlier in the day, Harry had kindly picked up the ingredients to make a perfect ice cream sundae on his way to spend the night at your apartment. The night was all planned out. Movies, junk food, and lots of cuddling. But now, as you’re wrapped up in the arms of the most beautiful person you think you’ve ever seen… well, its no wonder you begin to feel that familiar stir in your stomach.
Harry, apparently none the wiser, turns his head to smile down at you as the credits of the film roll across the screen. “Hey,” he says. “How about that dessert, mm?”
Your eyes widen. You’d forgotten all about that! You grin. “Oh yeah! That sounds great.” You press a kiss to his lips before scrambling up from the couch. “I’ll go get everything out of the freezer and ready to go.”
He smiles at you, picking up his phone that he’d been neglecting all during the movie. “Okay. I’ll be there in a moment.”
You head into the kitchen, a devious little plan forming in your head. You shouldn’t do it… but GOD do you want to. After a few long moments of debating with yourself, you finally decide that you really want to spice the night up. So you grab the can of whipped cream and head into the bathroom.
Minutes later, you’re walking out of the bathroom to find Harry bent over the fridge. He’s got two bowls set up on the counter. Everything is out and ready to go, but Harry is furrowing his eyebrows and looking for something. He doesn’t sense your arrival. Perfect. “Babe?” he shouts, standing up slowly. “Hey, have you seen the…. oh.”
His eyes widen as he takes in the sight of you, topless with whipped cream covering your nipples. You have to admit, it does feel a bit silly, so you can’t help but let out a little giggle. But Harry, for one, seems to be enjoying the view. His lips curve up into a little smile. “What’s all this?”
As Harry closes the fridge and walks slowly towards you, still taking in the sight of your whipped cream covered boobs, you grin. “Well, you said it was time for dessert.”
He chuckles darkly, licking his lips and placing his big hands on your hips. He can’t raise his eyes from your chest, and honestly, you don’t want him to. “Mm, that I did,” he says. He lightly runs a finger over the dollop of whipped cream covering your left nipple, and the contact makes you shiver. He brings it up to his lips and sucks, agonizingly slow, with a little grin. “Delicious,” he says, before taking your hand and leading you into the bedroom. “My favorite kind of dessert. Cant wait to lick you clean.” ~Sydney
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