CHEFRRY CHECK-IN (Patreon)

HIIIIIII :D HERE'S A LIL CHEFRRY CHECK-IN SOME PEOPLE HAVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT HIM LATELY (ME, I'M PEOPLE) SO HERE HE IS! THERE'S SOME FLUFF, SOME COCKWARMING, SOME PUPPY PLAY, AND THE LITTLEST MENTION OF SOMNOPHILIA

I HOPE YOU LIKE IT! I ALWAYS HAVE FUN WRITING THESE TWO :-) OKAYYYY LOVE YOU!

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“Aren’t those a waste of money?” 

“No, they’re the cost of happiness, Harry. They make your omega happy.” 

“I don’t like how he said it, but Ni is right.” 

There are about four different blind boxes set in front of Y/N. Granted, they probably shouldn’t be doing this during break at work, but Niall had bought them both two each at the mall yesterday. Two Sanrio-style lucky draws; the theme was party figurines, and Y/N was after Pochacco and Hangyodon, while Niall hunted desperately for Kuromi, Pekkle, and Chococat. They both had already opened two other boxes of these with little success, so they were still on the prowl. There was nothing like a little blind box to get the heart racing, and it was low-stakes gambling that both of them could ride the high off. 

And she just wouldn’t be able to work to the best of her abilities at work today if she knew there were two of these just burning holes in her bag. At least that’s what she told Harry when he’d started looming over them during lunch, asking what they were doing and why it was happening right then. 

(“Is that why you almost sent tiger prawns to the wrong table earlier?” 

“No, that was because you accidentally stroked my bum when you were passing and it’s still a little sore.”  

“Poor, silly baby. We’ll take care of that later.”) 

Harry does loom and loiter in the break room, simultaneously making sure that she uses the time to actually eat while also watching them open their boxes. The first one, and both of them, end up being matching Hello Kitty in pink cheetah print, which may not have been their desired item but definitely wasn’t unwanted by any stretch. They cheer and chirp, setting them beside one another before grabbing the other box. Y/N does something silly, holding her hands over the box and mumbling gibberish like it’s a spell, and she does it for Niall too. 

Niall, this time, opens first. He feels up the bag inside the box like he wants to prepare himself for whatever he opens, just around the time that Adam steps foot into the breakroom. “Oh, here these two go,” he snorted, rolled his eyes, but still looped around the table so that he could watch. 

“You know about this?” Harry inquired. 

“Do I know about it? They make me take them to PopMart and Miniso like every other day,” he complained, though he is more than invested in their choosing and their pulls, “I’ve been there for victories and failures, so –” 

“Yes!” Niall cheered, the foil wrapping gone and revealing Pekkle in a party hat, “Oh my god, I’m the luckiest fucker alive!” 

Y/N gasped, “Oh my god, hell yeah! Wait, Pekkle is, like – so hard to get; this is amazing.” She marveled at him, grinning, pleased for her friend and hoping that she’ll get the same reaction: “Ni, he’s so cute, look at him.” 

“I’m going to eat him alive.” 

It was Y/N’s turn. She does what she always does and tilts it away from her face when she tears the foil. When she hears Niall gasp, she pulls it over to look and sees the blue of Hangyodon with a kazoo in hand and the red octopus on his head, right there. Y/N screams, and Niall screams, and they grab hold of each other as if they’d just won 1k. That’s what it feels like, really, because both of them pulling one of their wanted characters rarely happens. She’s grinning so wide her cheeks almost burn, “Oh my fucking god, oh my fucking god!” 

“Let me see.” Harry reached around her, not taking the plushie from her hand but holding it with her. His fingers feel warm against hers while they clutch the plushie together, and his hand is so big it almost engulfs her and the Hangyodon. “This little fish guy. . . it makes you this happy?” 

Y/N gleams at him, nodding. “Yes,” she tells him, “Isn’t he so cute?” 

In their time together, Harry has only become minutely easier to read. When they are alone, she has a much better time because he’s far more open with the features on his face and plenty more forthcoming with his emotions. When they are alone, he whines and pouts, and he laughs more easily and giggles more freely. He nuzzles his face into her belly and holds her tightly, and will throw his leg over her thighs to keep her cuddled close. As soon as Y/N walks into the room he’s in, Harry holds his arms open and beckons her against him. He likes to be close, and he likes to tuck his face in her throat and breathe in deeply (very omegaverse-esque, and if Niall ever caught this happening, he might actually implode). 

But that is ‘Home Harry’. When it comes to ‘Outside Harry’, he is as he’s always been: impassive, aloof, not the most touchy and definitely not whining for a snuggle. Even in front of Adam and Niall, if they aren’t at least in someone’s flat, then he isn’t as squishy or touchy-feely. Y/N doesn’t mind it; he just isn’t super into PDA, and she can respect that. 

That’s why it surprises her when his hand slips away from her and her plushie, only to rest on her shoulder for a moment, then go to the back of her neck. He squeezes softly twice before letting it fall away. 

“Hangyodon,” he repeated, then nodded, grabbing her fork and stabbing it through a piece of the chicken marsala that he brought for her, holding it at her mouth until Y/N popped her lips open and he fed it to her. “Very cute.” 

“Isn’t he?” She said around a mouthful. 

That was that. Harry stepped away and continued to watch them open up their other boxes. After a win like Hangyodon, Y/N isn’t even disappointed when she opens a Party Pompompurin holding balloons. Niall does pull Chococat, holding a party garland, because he has a ridiculous amount of luck when it comes to blind boxes like these. They take pictures with them alone, and then together, and then just of their pulls in general. 

Y/N had forgotten Harry even knew about her blind box habit now, until he brought it up again. It was sort of an inopportune time, honestly. The last thing she’s thinking about with his cock warming in her mouth is Sanrio characters in different scenarios. Especially when he’s petting her head, drawing loose patterns along her face and neck, petting over the bulge of himself through her cheek – Y/N is lucky if she’s thinking about anything at all. Hazelnut had just leaped off Harry’s lap when Y/N replaced her, nuzzling her face against his crotch even though his cock was soft. 

She got like this sometimes, where she just wanted him to fill her mouth. Y/N used to be way more shy about asking for it. She’d play with his fingers and maybe pull them up to her lips until he’d get the hint and do the rest of the work for her. Or she’d stare at his crotch for a while, maybe place a hand on his thigh until he took the hint and brought his cock out. But Y/N is much more forward now, thanks to Harry, who had promised her that whatever his “Puppy” wanted, his puppy would get. And if that was a mouthful of cock, then he’d do it for her; all she had to do was ask. 

Sometimes she asks normally. Will slide up to his side and say something along the lines of, “Can I hold you in my mouth?” And Harry very rarely teased her or made her work for it, as a reward for asking for what she wanted. Other times, she’d just nuzzle at his crotch without asking, and Harry would hum softly, “Wanna warm me, Puppy?” He’d ask, and when she’d nod, he’d take his prick out of whatever he was wearing and tilt it toward her mouth. She liked how buzzy the whole thing felt. Her brain was just a hum as the weight of his cockhead sat on her tongue, eventually fattening between her lips, leaking sticky precum. Sometimes she would suck him off herself, and sometimes Harry would eventually just keep the tip in her mouth and rub himself off until he came. It was another thing that just depended on the night.

This particular night, Y/N had just appeared at his side after they’d gotten ready for bed. When Harry had opened up his arms for her to call between and she didn’t take the bait, he spread out his thighs instead. Y/N moved then, brain already sort of soft from the shower, fizzling around the sides. She pressed her face into his crotch like she was a dog, and Harry reached into his pants, murmuring, “You want me, Puppy?” Softly, while she nodded and popped her mouth open for him. She laid her head in the spot where his thigh and hip meet when Harry fed his cock into her mouth. 

It was good. Her brain shuts off almost instantly when her mouth is full like this, and she just can’t help the sizzle and hum in her head while her eyes flutter closed. Harry is pretty good at acting unbothered by the whole thing, even when she sometimes will start to suck on him, or will move the tip around in her mouth to readjust herself. Other nights, he is just a little bit more sensitive, sighing, humming, and quietly moaning every time she moves. Y/N knew what kind of night it was going to be when she absently tongued at the slit, and Harry sucked in a breath, a pearly drop of precum leaving his slit and spreading over her tongue directly. 

But he doesn’t say anything, doesn’t push anything, and doesn’t even mention it when he starts to get hard. He just pets the back of her head or rubs her neck and shoulders like he’s rewarding her for being so good and well behaved. Like she really was a puppy. . .it made her head spin sometimes. 

It’s why she isn’t expecting him to bring up the blind boxes. Her brain is somewhere between almost being asleep and being tirelessly horny. Y/N had already given him permission to get off in her mouth if she’s fallen asleep, so she sort of expected that would be happening. Instead, she’s drawn from the halfway slumber state by the sound of his voice, gentle and contemplative. 

“Where do you get your blind boxes?” 

Y/N hums; a soft, questioning sound comes from her throat when she peeks up to look at him. Harry is already staring at her, still petting her head. He doesn’t look flushed or show any telltale signs that he’s worked up. If not for the cock in her mouth, she wouldn’t even think he was hard. The only thing that even slightly gives him away (apart from his dick) is the state of his eyes, pupils a little bigger, the haze in them something she’s familiar with when he’s inside her. There’s a certain possessive nature to them – like he’s staring at something that belongs to him. Y/N likes it. 

She pops off his cock and watches it sway, bobbing away from her mouth and toward his belly – he was hard enough that it wasn’t staying where she was without some help. “At the mall,” she answers, “There’s a store at the mall that’s good. They have lots.” 

He hums, his nails feather-light across her scalp. Her eyes threaten to roll to the back of her head when he does this – it’s like he’s begging her to fall asleep, but she definitely couldn’t. Not when he takes hold of his shaft and starts to carefully tug on himself. He spreads her spit and the precum from the tip down to the base to make the glide a little easier. 

“Alright,” he replies without explaining himself, “Want me to fill your mouth, hm? Is the puppy hungry?” 

Y/N splits her lips, and the head gets tucked inside again, only this time Harry is fucking himself against his palm. The tip throbs against her mouth, and at this point, she’s salivating enough to drool. But Harry uses his free hand to brush the corner of her lips, cooing at her. The precum is a steady leak now, and Y/N flickers her tongue against the head greedily. It tastes really good – too good, to her, honestly. Y/N loves to feel him leak in her mouth. 

When he cums, it’s with a soft warning before the throbbing of his cock gets more intense. Harry always tilts the tip toward her cheek or the roof of her mouth if he can, so it doesn’t shoot straight to the back of her throat and choke her. That way she gets to enjoy it too, filling up her mouth, white and sticky as he throbs, cumming, trying to control the buck of his hips so he doesn’t jostle her too much. When he starts to drool more around his knuckles, Y/N rushes to lick them clean, letting her tongue drag along the skin and clearing it of any residue. 

“Good girl,” he cradles her face and urges her to crawl up his body, which she does easily. He kisses her on the mouth, letting his tongue flutter between her lips to taste himself on her. Y/N mewls into the kiss, shuddering, before leaving her body weight on him. Harry accepts it graciously, looping one arm around her waist, “Do you want to cuddle?” 

“Duh.” She murmured, finding her way into his neck. 

“Watch it.” He warned, but the teasing lilt in his voice said he was soft. 

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Harry comes home a couple of days later with a large bag full of blind boxes. All of them were various characters, but there was a clear theme of him picking ones where Pochoacoo or Hangyodon were options for a pull. The bag was big enough that she knew it was easily a couple of hundred quid. 

Her eyes widened, mouth falling open when Harry – with little to no fanfare –started to line them up on the coffee table. Hazelnut immediately takes an interest, weaving her way through the different items. “Harry, holy shit! What is all this?” 

Harry continues to set them up diligently, “You looked very cute opening these.” He answers, “And I liked how happy you got when you pulled your favorite. I wanted to see more.”

Y/N’s heart feels so fucking big in her chest. This was so stupidly sweet for no reason – there wasn’t even an event or occasion nearby where he could justify spending all this money on blind boxes. He solely just wanted to watch her open them together, feel the joy of getting your favorite one by sheer luck alone. This is the sort of thing that Y/N’s always wanted to do, but she stops herself at 3-to-4 at a time usually. There are so many here; she doesn’t even know where to start. 

So she starts by hugging Harry. Y/N all but throws her body at Harry, hugging him tightly and then peeling away, only to pepper a thousand kisses on his face. He grins at her, a dimple denting his cheek when he loops an arm around her waist. 

“Thank you, Harry.” She presses into his chest and dots kisses there too, “Thank you so much; Ni is going to be so jealous.” 

Harry hums softly, “Adam bought him quite a few as well,” he told her, “He thinks it’s cuter than he lets on.”Y/N’s face scrunches with a smile – of course he did, the sap. He’s so clearly down bad it almost hurts to watch. 

“I don’t even know where to start.” She marveled at all of them on the table, still wrapped around him. 

Harry pats her bum before peeling away, motioning toward the left side. 

“Start over here. Make sure to tell me which ones you’re trying for before you open.” 

Y/N grins. Harry is so good to her.