SNEAK PEEK OF SUMMERRY PART 2 (Patreon)

HIIIIII FRIENDS :D HERE'S A SNEAKIE FROM THE NEXT PART OF THE FIC I JUST POSTED ON TUMBLR !!! EVERYONE WAS REALLY LIKING IT, SO I FELT VERY INSPIRED :D

I'M GOING TO BE POSTING A CHEFRRY CHECK-IN BY THE END OF THE NIGHT!! (so like saturday night!) :-) I THINK I WANT TO DO SOME COCKWARMING WITH THE TWO OF THEM BUT ALSO FLUFF, YOU KNOW, THE USU, AND THEN AFTER THAT I'M GOING TO DO AN ADDITIONAL PART 2 OF THE A/O/B WITH HEAVY PRAISE THAT I WROTE FOR KINKTOBER LAST YEAR! SOMEONE WANTED IT, SO I REREAD AND WAS LIKE, YEAH!

ANOTHER THINGGGG! I DONT want to make any promises BUT i was planning on rereading the princerry fic on tumblr and posting a check-in of those two! IF YOU'RE INTERESTED!

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Y/N stared at the fan above her. 

It whipped in hypnotizing circles, slow enough that she could make out each individual blade but quick enough that the breeze it generated kept her cooled down. She’s actually a little frozen, buried beneath the covers, waiting patiently for sleep to find her. It hadn’t been difficult on the previous nights – those had been easy, actually. Easier than they usually are for her, honestly, even with Harry as unfamiliar as they were, lying across from her. The more time they’d spent together here, the more comfort she’d been finding in having someone in the room with her. She thinks that the creaking and settling of the house would keep her awake otherwise. 

Tonight, though, it was pretty hard to find rest, especially after what happened. 

The thing is – Y/N didn’t regret any of it, not even for a second. Or, well, addendum; Y/N regretted doing something that made Harry cry, even though it had kind of twisted a confusing bead of arousal in her belly. But Y/N would like to make him teary for different, sexy reasons, probably – not sad reasons. Other than that, though, Y/N doesn’t regret taking him home early, she doesn’t regret letting him lick her, she doesn’t regret him cumming in his trousers, him cleaning her up, nor them pretending that not a thing happened when Niall and Mei came to check on them once they all came home. 

Harry had just walked back in from the bathroom when Niall had dropped down onto the mattress beside Y/N and Mei crawled over the top of her legs, “My baby,” Mei murmured at her, only then revealing the bottle of water she’d been delicately balancing between her arm and ribcage, “You did sweat a lot today, and I didn’t see you drinking water like you should have. Come here.” 

“I’m okay now, Mei Mei,” she replied, “Harry’s been taking care of me.” 

Still, Mei twisted the cap of the bottle off and pressed it against her mouth, “Good, he’s a good boy.” She turned to look at him: “Good boy, Harry.” Like he was a dog, but from the look on his face, if he had a tail, it would have been wagging, “Ni.” She nudged him with her foot, and Niall slid a bottle of water from under his stomach. 

“Here's water, man; you need to drink up too.” 

“Thank you,” he said it sweetly, and Y/N wondered if they could tell that he was still a little flushed, and that his lips were swollen and red from what happened, but they must not. They definitely aren’t the type to not bring it up immediately – it isn’t in their nature to have any amount of decorum. Y/N felt a little bad that she’d worried them, but she smiled softly. “We both feel way better now,” Harry answered, “I think we just needed to get out of the heat.” 

They debriefed the night from their perspective, still on Y/N’s bed while Harry crawled into his. He fell asleep pretty quickly, snoring softly to their left, and Niall snorted, “Sleepy ‘ting him.” He pressed himself from the bed, “And so am I. MeiMei, are you staying to cuddle?” And Mei, who had all but fixed herself to Y/N’s side, rolled off the bed in the opposite direction. 

“As much as I’d love to, Y/N is a blanket stealer.” 

“Hey! No, I’m not.” 

“Yes, you are, baby, but it’s okay; we still love you,” Niall interjected, as if he wasn’t the worst blanket hog of the whole century, “Sweet dreams, baby; we’re waking up early for our Tokyo day.” 

With that, Niall and Mei left, which meant Y/N was alone with her thoughts and the whir of the fan above her. Harry’s snores and breathing would eventually lead her to sleep, but she just felt restless. They needed to talk about this, probably. Y/N needed to know what he’s thinking, if he regretted it, if he’s okay with what happened. Part of her wants to go and nudge him awake and ask him – she knows he won’t be upset at her for waking him – but she would be upset with herself. She’d already made him cry tonight; to pull him out of his dreams would be cruel. 

It felt good. Way too good. And there were some implications behind what he said that Y/N just couldn’t get past. Like him being upset that Yuu had called her pretty before he’d gotten the chance to, even though he thought it first, and keeping hold of an anecdote that a man had never made her legs shake, for two years. Hell, he’d even thanked her for letting him make her cum? Was this just like. . .a lustful thing for him? Did he like her? Were they both just a little tipsier than she imagined? Was she overthinking this? 

She was definitely overthinking this. Clearly, whatever happened was not stressing Harry out enough to stay awake, so why should it stress her? If anything, she should be thinking about how good it felt, and trying to remember every little moment of the experience. From how whiny his moans were, to the look in his eyes when their gazes would lock in between her legs. Even his nose smushed up cutely against her mound when he’d buried himself against her – she could get that image tattooed behind her eyelids. 

Ugh, but if she thinks about that too much, then she’s going to start getting horny. Another issue that she could definitely wake Harry up for, but she could not even remotely justify doing it. She does think if he stirred her pussy being presented to him, he’d probably latch right on, no questions asked, but that might be something for another time. 

Another time, yeah. . .like, she definitely wouldn’t be opposed to this happening again. Next time she’d like to be the one making him cum with her mouth though, or her hands, or her feet, or any part of her that he wanted to let touch him. She could drool just thinking about what his reactions would be. How whiny he might sound. How lewd his body could get, if she pushed him far enough. 

Y/N turns in bed to her left side. She tells herself it’s because she is more comfortable on it, but part of her knows it’s partly because she wants to see Harry. Harry, who is already looking at her from across the space between beds. 

She gasps, and she’s grateful that she was able to hold in the scream that almost left her mouth. The fear must be written all over her face because Harry pouts his mouth, his tired, swollen eyes peering at her through the dark. 

“Harry, you scared the fucking shit out of me!” 

“Y/N,” his voice is low, grumbly, “What’re you doing awake? Are you okay?” 

Her heart is hammering against her sternum, slowly starting to settle once her body starts to catch up with her brain that Harry wasn’t some assailant in her room. She pulls the blankets over her shoulders to nestle a little deeper into the bed. “I’m fine; I’m just having some trouble falling asleep.” 

Harry blinks at her a couple of times, as if he’s still waking up, trying to process what she said to him. Then, softly, his words are still a little gravelly from sleep: “Is it because of what we did?” Straight to the point – Harry really doesn’t bullshit around when it comes to things like this. “Do you regret it?” 

“No!” The answer was almost too intense and too immediate. If it were one of her exes, they would’ve probably jumped and been put off by how eager she seemed. Either Harry is amazing at schooling his face, even when he’s half awake, or he’s genuinely pleased by it, a soft smile on his mouth, “I really am just having some trouble falling asleep.” That wasn’t nearly the full truth. She could tell him exactly why she’s having trouble falling asleep, but it just doesn’t seem super appropriate right now. They could pin that for a different time, that isn’t 12:02 in the morning. 

Harry nods, “Good,” he answers, “Because I don’t regret it either.” This does settle something in her belly a little. The seedling of doubt that maybe he didn’t mean for all of that to happen. It doesn’t quell everything, but it does make her feel a little better. “Do you want me to give you light tickles until you fall asleep?” 

It sounds good. Having Harry’s touch on her to any capacity right now might either calm her enough to press her into sleep, or fill her with enough horny thoughts that she gets his cock in her mouth. It’d be more responsible for the former to be her goal. But still, she didn’t want to keep him awake for even a moment longer than necessary. It just wouldn’t be fair. 

“That’s really sweet, Harry,” she tells him, “But you need to sleep too. I’ll get there eventually.” Y/N’s hand emerges from the blanket, scratching the bridge of her nose with just the tip of her index finger, “How do you know that puts me to sleep, anyway?” She thinks that it could put anyone to sleep, but it seemed like such an oddly specific request that he was willing to carry out so late at night. 

Harry’s body shifts beneath his covers. “You always fall asleep when someone’s rubbing on you,” he tells her like he’s reminding her, “And you’re one of the ones most excited for our Tokyo day, so I want you to have a good time, with plenty of rest. Don’t hesitate to tell me if you change your mind, okay?” 

Y/N wants to. God, it’d be easier if they just slept in the same bed, then he could pet her until they both let their eyes grow heavy enough to fall asleep. And then she could finally press her nose against his back, between his shoulder blades, while he slept and breathed in deeply. Feel warmth in the body beside her instead of freezing, as she typically does at night, with the relatively light comforters. 

But she knew he’d sacrifice his sleep for hers, and even though she agreed to let him do things for her – some things she couldn’t. Harry was just excited about their Tokyo day, and he deserved just as much rest. 

“Really, I’m okay,” she lets her eyes flutter closed, “I’ll just listen to you snoring; it should lull me right to sleep. It usually does, at least.” 

Harry makes an embarrassed noise in his throat. 

“I snore?”