Ding - Bonus Round 1
Read Ding here | ~3.7k words
Warnings/From me: SEXTRA!!! smut, all kinds of oral with some frosting (and not just the sexy kind of frosting) 18+ mdni
Summary: “I am the luckiest man in the world,” he shook his head in disbelief.
She laughed. “Because you get brownie batter and frosting whenever you want?”
“Because I get you whenever I want,”
It was raining, cold, raw. She was tired. The week following Valentine’s Day was always a reprieve, but she was still so tired from it. The winter air chilled her down to the bone and it was dark despite the parking lot lights. She could see her little store, no more than her regular forty-yard dash, but she hadn’t done the walk alone in a long time.
But Harry was at work, he was just as busy as she was, and she also didn’t tell him that she was going to the shop late tonight. Didn’t want to bug him when he was overtired as well. She had a lot of great defensive skills to try on anyone that bothered her, courtesy of him and Louis. There wasn’t anything she really worried about now that she had taken her self-defense classes.
She yawned, pulling a large bag of flour from the backseat as the wind blew over her and made her wince. Her nose felt pink already, her lips chapped. Maybe she should have told Harry she was coming—at the very least he would have helped carry her items in one trip—and not the two or three she was destined for in the cold on top of everything else.
There was a birthday party order she needed to make for tomorrow. An event at the town hall as well. She was lucky it didn’t coincide with the Valentine’s Day rush, but it was close enough that she was already exhausted the same way she had been for the last week and she really hoped that there was nothing pressing on her calendar for the following week.
“Hey!”
She dropped the flour and slammed her elbow back as hard as she could at the person that grabbed her shoulder. The flour bag exploded all over her shoes, pants, and of course the ground.
The groan was loud, and she whipped around and threw a hand over her mouth.
“Good job, Cupcake,” Harry smiled while wincing. “S’flawless form,” he nodded appreciatively despite the fact he was doubled over his stomach.
“Oh my God,” she cupped his face immediately. “I’m so sorry! Why did you sneak up on me?” Her voice was a little hysterical and she scanned him.
He chuckled; his breath was a little short as he stood up straighter now that he didn’t have to curl up over his diaphragm. “I wasn’t thinking,” he shook his head, took a deep breath. “Why didn’t y’tell me y’were coming?” He frowned.
She kicked some of the flour off her shoes and stared at him. “Are you alright?”
“M’fine, glad y’can defend yourself,” he took another deep breath. “God, you’re strong,” he smiled. “S’hot, Cupcake,” he winked.
“How can you be flirting with me when I hurt you?”
“M’a glutton for punishment so I’ve been told.”
Her cheeks flamed and she shook her head. “I didn’t want to bother you when—”
He rolled his eyes, reached into her car and grabbed the other items to carry. “Didn’t want t’be a bother. Mhmm. Sure,” he sighed. “Let’s go Cupcake, s’freezing out here,” he nudged her hip with his.
“I can carry—”
“Shh,” he hushed and walked forward. “Jus’ get the door for me, kitten.”
She sighed, locked her car and hurried to get to her shop. The string lights hung in the display window. Battery operated pink and red hearts outlined the whole frame. Glittery hanging hearts hung along the length of the glass as well. The perfect place for couples to get their loved ones a treat for the holiday.
“How’s your dad?” Harry asked heading to the back of the shop after she locked the door behind them.
“Good,” she grinned. “Wanted to talk about you more than anything.”
“I know, m’bummed I couldn’t go today.”
“I told him, he didn’t mind,” she shrugged. “Next time.”
“Absolutely,” he nodded setting the flour and other items he carried (effortlessly in his toned, muscular arms) on the table. Harry slipped his backpack off and pulled out his laptop. “I was getting tired, so I figured I’d come home t’you and try t’work a bit with a better view,” he said. “Thought I was maybe too tired and started hallucinating because there was no way y’would be here without telling me,” he said pointedly.
She smiled and started organizing the stuff Harry had laid out for her. “I thought I was going to be out of here before you left,” she shrugged.
“Hmm,” he hummed and took his seat, opened his laptop, and shook his head at her. “Ridiculous, kitten.” She shrugged again with a pretty smile that meant Harry couldn’t stay mad at her. His eyes fell to his screen as he continued working on whatever which gave her free rein to do her thing. After a chunk of time split between watching her work and keeping his eyes on the computer he couldn’t help but grin. The preheating oven smelled delicious. “Will there be some extras?” He questioned only moving his gaze from the screen briefly, an impish smile on his lips.
“Isn’t there always?” She answered plugging in the stand mixers.
He grinned a little brighter, his teeth showing. “I am the luckiest man in the world,” he shook his head in disbelief.
She laughed. “Because you get brownie batter and frosting whenever you want?”
“Because I get you whenever I want,” he stood up and moved to her as she dropped some of her utensils and dishes in the industrial sized sink. He reached behind her and grabbed the frosting bag. “The frosting helps though,” he winked and dolloped a dot on her nose before he kissed it off.
She wrinkled her cute little nose at him and shook her head. “You’re ridiculous,” she giggled.
“Y’gotta try this, Cupcake, it’s so good,” he groaned and put another dollop on his fingertip and presented it to her, just an inch in front of her mouth.
She glanced up at his face, but his eyes were focused on the frosting on his finger. With how busy the week had been, it was hard to find time for one another. They were sleepy, overworked, and as much as Harry turned her on, it was impossible to have an orgasm while she was half asleep. Did they even sleep together on Valentine’s Day? She couldn’t remember. It felt like the longest day of the year.
Carefully, she grabbed his hand to steady his finger. Then gently, she wrapped her lips around his finger. He didn’t put that much frosting on it, but she acted like he put it along the entire length. Brought her lips down to envelop all the way down to his knuckle. Looking up at him, she watched his lips part, his eyelids fell lower over his pupils that dilated rapidly while he watched her with a gaze that warmed her down to the bone and replaced how cold she felt outside.
Slowly, she drew her mouth back. With a lewd pop, she released his digit. “Mm,” she hummed. “That is good,” she murmured.
Harry moaned softly. A mixture of pain and pleasure pinched between his eyebrows. “Want some more?” He asked.
She nodded. “Please.”
He grunted and gently pushed her shoulders until she was kneeling in front of him. She sat back on her heels, looking up at him innocently enough. It wreaked havoc on his heart and all the blood rushing to his groin. “Cupcake,” he croaked. “Don’t look at me like that or m’going t’come in m’pants before I even get t’the good part.”
She smirked, put her hands on the outside of his hips, toying with the waistband of his sweats and boxers in one hit. Slowly she pulled his clothes down to his mid-thighs. His dick sprang up, hard and veiny. She bit her lip which only made Harry groan again. It was impressive—each and every time she saw it. It wasn’t like this was her first meeting with his naked form but somehow, she felt a little more lustful every time she looked at him. “What are y’looking at it like that for, Cupcake? You’ve seen it before.”
“It’s pretty,” she shrugged. Her breath was warm and cool as she spoke, only inches from where Harry wanted her lips most.
He hissed through his teeth. “Pretty?”
“Repeating me?” She teased, with a smile.
He rolled his eyes briefly and continued gazing at her. “Pretty?” He repeated softer this time.
She nodded; again, that innocent expression was surely going to haunt him. Probably make him hard at inopportune times like when he was practicing with Louis or hanging around with Niall. “I can make it prettier though,” she whispered and pulled the frosting bag from his hand. She regripped it, held her lip between her teeth once more as she concentrated on lining his cock with frosting, swirling so gently like it was the edge of birthday cake.
Harry closed his eyes. “Kitten,” he moaned leaning back against the sink. He gripped the lip of the counter to keep himself steady. When she got to the tip, she did a little more of a flourish. Covering the head with a swirl that he had seen her put on hundreds of cupcakes since their relationship began. “Christ,” he croaked. “M’gonna come whenever you’re frosting cupcakes from now on,” he mumbled.
She giggled and placed the frosting back on the counter beside him. With just her fingertips, she propped his cock up a little more, so it didn’t droop down with the way she moved it to frost him. Her mouth was level with his dick. She licked her lips almost instinctively. He wasn’t sure she even knew she did it, but it made him feel impossibly harder. “Looks good. One of my best works,” she teased and glanced up at his eyes and then back down at her handiwork.
“Mm,” he grunted. “Gonna put it on the menu?”
She shook her head. “Nope, you’re all mine,” she stated simply and then sucked the frosting off the head of his cock. To make sure she didn’t spill a bit of icing off him, she slurped and sucked. She swallowed around him, and he moaned so loudly that if it weren’t late at night he would have been embarrassed. As if they would ever do this in the middle of the day. Slowly her lips worked down sucking bits of frosting off his cock like he was one of her treats. One of her hands remained under his cock holding it in place so the frosting didn’t slide everywhere. The other held his hip for balance.
His hands moved from the ledge of the sink to her. One of them found her hand at his hip and he held her fingers. The other made way for her hair, wrapping her ponytail in his grip and he pulled gently. She moaned softly at the feeling.
Discovering that she loved to be caressed and touched while she did this for Harry was one of the most adorable things she could do. He didn’t know how it was possible she could be so cute with his cock halfway down her throat.
Her lips worked down further, swirling over every ridge and vein making sure not to waste a drop of frosting that she carefully swirled onto him moments ago. When she got to the point where she struggled to take his length, Harry guided her back gently tugging her head back by the ponytail. He grinned down at her. “Y’look so pretty Cupcake. Eating frosting off m’cock.”
She made a noise of appreciation that Harry would have made the sound of her ringtone if it wasn’t embarrassing for her if someone else were to hear it. She licked the corner of her mouth where a bit of frosting collected. He released her hand to carefully move the last of the frosting she couldn’t reach toward the tip of his dick.
“That’s better, hmm?” He hummed. “Your mouth feels so good, baby,” he praised.
She licked her lips, instinctively again, and devoured his length to get the last bit of frosting. His answering groan ached all over her. She could feel it everywhere—but swore it went straight to her nipples and clit.
“So good, Cupcake,” he whimpered. Now that the frosting was gone, she bobbed her head up and down. The sound was wet and so deliriously good, Harry thought he might pass out if she continued but of course was willing to take the risk. The sugary treat had her salivary glands working overtime and Harry thought this might be the greatest idea he ever had.
Harry couldn’t let go of her hand, so he brought their twined fingers to the other side of her head. Rewrapped her ponytail in the other. Gazed at her with so much love in her eyes she felt like she was doing something other than sucking his cock. It was much too sweet the way he looked at her. Not the way he should have looked at her when his dick was hitting the back of her throat. She moaned, unable to move her eyes from his. She could feel her underwear getting soaked. In fact, she was sure if she checked, she was probably soaking through her leggings as well. With no need to hold his dick anymore, she dropped her hand between her legs, pressing on the outside of her leggings and confirming there was no wetness, but there would be in a matter of minutes.
She whimpered around him. Making him grunt with satisfaction as she ran her fingertips along the seam, pressing ever so gently where her clit was hiding beneath the fabric. She stroked down toward the apex of her thighs, begging for any kind of relief. “Are y’touching yourself, Cupcake?”
She nodded eagerly. Hoping he would help because he never left her to want when she was needy and achy for an orgasm.
“Y’getting all hot and bothered sucking frosting off m’cock?” He teased. She nodded again, moaning as he said it which made him thrust into her mouth, so she gagged ever so slightly making him groan once more. “Gonna make me cum down your throat?” He asked. She made a noise that sounded like agreement. “Then m’going t’frost every inch of your body and lick y’clean,” he promised.
Her fingers worked over her clit. Where her leggings weren’t wet with her arousal before, but this was no longer true. She rubbed, pressing the fabric so that the friction made her ache. “That’s it, Cupcake,” he encouraged. “Jus’ like that,” he tilted his head back in complete satisfaction for a moment before dropping it forward to look down at her again. “M’gonna come in your mouth kitten, so y’better stop taking me so well if y’don’t want that,” he warned.
She squeezed his hand against her head and repeated her bobbing motion a little more forcefully. It made the wet noises sound louder, which only added to how positively transported Harry felt in the moment. With her fingers unable to move from her clit, she released a long moan along his length, it almost sounded like a relieved sigh getting to do it.
Harry was done for. The muscles of his stomach contracted, and he gasped as his cum coated the inside of her mouth. There was an analogy to how she frosted his dick just a little while ago, but his mind was fucked from her pretty lips sucking him dry.
Then he noticed her fingers still working over her leggings. “Y’achy Cupcake?” He heaved. His breath came out in rough pants as he caught his bearings. He squeezed her hand and helped her to her feet. She nodded, unwillingly removing her hand from between her legs. “Well, we can’t have that, can we?” he tugged her toward him, placing a gentle kiss on her lips.
“Harry,” she swallowed, her voice a little rough due to the fucking he just gave her throat. “We can’t have sex on anything that I put desserts on, or I will—”
“I know,” he pulled her toward the table.
“Harry, I just said—” He ignored her, placed her butt on the edge of the stool he was sitting on when he was working on his laptop or often fell asleep in the early stages of their relationship. He yanked her leggings and underwear down to her ankles, pulling one of her shoes off in the save movement. Then he grabbed the frosting bag from the sink counter all in the same moment.
Without fanfare, Harry spread her legs apart, dropping to his knees in between her legs. Harry put frosting along the length of her slit and swirled it at her clit. He tossed the bag toward the sink counter again and missed. Which was probably for the best because the frosting bag was going in the trash the moment that she regained coherence. Because right now she had none. The only part of her brain that was working was the section in charge of breathing and it was without a doubt struggling despite it being automatic.
Harry’s tongue licked the stripe of frosting he just decorated on the center of her pussy and she whimpered. “You’re soaked, Cupcake. Did y’get all hot sucking me off, hmm?” He teased.
She nodded. “Harry, please,” she begged. “I’m so,” she swallowed. Embarrassed tears filled her eyes because she had never felt so desperate for him. It hadn’t even been that long since they had sex but somehow it was too much.
But she was needy for him. Desperate to come because he did so good making her feel good, making her feel safe to be completely unhinged when it came to stuff like this.
“Shh, shh,” he hushed. “M’not teasing,” he promised. “Y’did so good for me, kitten. M’gonna make y’come as soon as y’want,” he assured her. Relief filled her everywhere except where an orgasm was yo-yoing in the pit of her stomach. Like he was dangling a carrot in front of her. “Do y’want it quick, kitten?” He asked and kissed the inside of her thighs, admiring the sticky mess that was a mixture of her arousal and the frosting.
“Please,” she whispered.
“Course, Cupcake, anything y’want. Always.”
Then he sucked the frosting off her clit. He flicked his tongue against it while swallowing and licking. The lewd slurping noises she made around his dick were nothing compared to the way he sounded on her pussy. She cried out hitching her legs over his shoulders and threading her fingers as best she could through his short hair. His tongue kept circling her clit then dipping down to make a long stroke at her entrance and back up to her clit to repeat the motion until she was nearly falling off the chair. Of course, Harry steadied her with one hand because the other hand was busy moving to her entrance, inserting the finger she licked frosting off and pumping into her in tandem with his licking, flicking, sucking until she exploded.
She cut her cry off on her own accord while trying not to scream at the top of her lungs. She knew she was going to get an earful about that later, but she was too overwhelmed with euphoria to care. Harry carefully pulled his finger from her but kept his mouth nearly glued to her pussy, licking and lapping gently to clean up her mess. Slowly, Harry licked a little softer. Almost lazily. “Y’taste so sweet, kitten. Swear s’not the frosting either. S’all you. S’like y’really are my own cupcake, Cupcake,” he licked gently along her slit, making her shiver. Then he circled her clit a few times. Extra sensitive and swollen from being fucked by his tongue so thoroughly.
He plucked a small towel from his backpack and moved to the sink, drenching it in warm water. Carefully, he wiped the inside of her thighs, and slowly, gently, swiped over her clit and pretty folds that already looked wet by his mouth. “I could live between your legs,” he murmured sweetly. He tossed the towel back to his backpack and slipped the other leg of her underwear and leggings up her body. Then he put her sock and shoe back on as well. He cupped either side of her neck, kissed her softly.
Still feeling a bit dazed she stared at him. “No…” she cleared her throat. It was breathy and she felt awkward. “…no arguments here.” He smiled, kissed her again.
“I love you,” he said it almost as a reminder.
“I love you too,” she grinned.
“Y’have t’bake now?” He asked.
She shook her head. “I guess; make sure you watch me. I’m absolutely going to make some mistakes.”
He chuckled. “Sorry, kitten,” he gave her a tug from her stool and kissed the top of her head. He steered her to the sink, and she shook her head again, almost roughly. Trying to shake the image of Harry licking frosting off her clit but it wouldn’t budge. “It was too long, Cupcake, hmm?” He hummed from beside her, nudged her with his hip. “Made y’too needy?”
“Shut up,” she muttered and looked away embarrassed.
“Cupcake, m’not even going t’bother opening m’laptop again because I am never able t’focus after I have your lips wrapped around me. If y’didn’t need t’make treats right now, I’d insist y’go home. M’sorry.”
“No you’re not,” she rolled her eyes.
“No, you’re right. M’not sorry,” he grinned devilishly. “But I’ll help you. Jus’ tell me what t’do.”
“Okay,” she sighed, wiping her hands on a clean dish rag. She gave Harry another hug first, squeezing him tight. “Thank you. I needed that.”
“Needed, hmm?” He chuckled. “Y’can always ask if y’need something from me, kitten. Especially when s’got t’do with my mouth between your legs,” he assured her. She shoved him gently, moving to her mixing bowls and started measuring flour, sugar, and baking powder as quickly as she could. Harry cleaned some of the dishes she left in her sink while waiting for his next direction.
“Next round will have to be something else of yours will need to be between my legs,” she muttered to herself more than anything. But she should have known that Harry would hear her.
“Well ding-ding, Cupcake. Let’s get y’treats done s’I can start the next round.”
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