KINKTOBER WEEK 5: VOYEURISM FT. CHEFRRY (Patreon)

HIIIIIIII :D THIS IS TECHNICALLY THE LAST KINKTOBER PROMPT THIS YEAR!

HOWEVER!!! If there was a kink that you had wished for, ORRR a kink you want me to expand on, I kind of want to do one more kinktober-y post next week!! :D Only if you're interested! Last year, since I can't count, kinktober lasted so long, hah!!!!

THIS ONE HAS BEEN FUNNNNN!!! I'M SO WILLING TO BRING BACK ANY OF THESE COUPLES TO WRITE ABOUT WHENEVER Y'ALL WANT, YOU JUST TELL ME!! BUT THERE ARE ALSO SOME COUPLES I'M READY TO BRING BACK FROM BEFORE KINKTOBER TO CHECK IN ON TOO!!

I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS!! CHEFRRY CUTIES BACK AT IT!

LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUU!!!

(2.8k+ words)

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Y/N should definitely announce her presence. 

Honestly, she usually doesn’t have to. Harry has a sixth sense (and her location on his phone), so he always knows when she’s about to turn up. He never seems startled or surprised to see her, even when she doesn’t warn him that she’s coming over (which he told her is totally allowed, by the way; she wasn’t just deciding to do that – he actually said he would block her if she messaged him one more time asking if it was okay for her to come around because the answer was always yes). She walks in, and he’s either waiting for her at the door or is already looking at whatever entry point he knows she’ll enter through. 

And today should’ve been no different. They were off, and the day before was one of the rare nights that they had spent away from each other. Y/N had dinner plans late, and Harry needed to do laundry and tidy his home after his cousins used it like an Airbnb when they came to town to visit. After she ran some errands and finished up her day, Y/N decided that she wanted to see him, and she was in the area anyway. If he was busy, she could just stop in to greet him and then be on her way. 

She opens the front door with the key he’d given her and enters as politely as she can enter someone else’s home. Y/N kicks off her shoes, presses the key back into its designated pocket in her purse, and then lets her purse drop with a thud beneath the coffee table. She almost starts whistling but thinks against it, because her lips are dry and she knows it would come out silly, and Harry always makes fun of her for her bad whistles. 

It was a little odd that he hadn’t turned up yet. Usually, if he wasn’t in the living room, he was in the kitchen – and he happened to be in neither of those areas. If he was further in his flat, then he would typically amble out to greet her rather than waiting for her to find him. Was he napping? It wasn’t often that Harry took naps, but ever since they started seeing each other, he’d become much more of a nap guy. Y/N had shown him the whimsy and joy of a noon nap, and he’d been a sucker for them ever since. 

This is why she started to creep around his place. She didn’t want to disturb him or wake him up if he was asleep. Y/N actually got a little excited at the prospect of crawling into bed beside him and also taking a nap. They’d had a really busy week – any time around a holiday had people feeling like they wanted to eat out and have fun, even with ones like Halloween. And while Harry is a more high-class restaurant, they do have a few Halloween-esque desserts, because even rich people can have a little festive fun. 

So they’d been slammed all week. Even with a restaurant as popular as Harry’s, they usually had slow periods throughout the day where everyone could relax a little. That didn’t exist this week, though. Even their lunches had to be cut short because there was not nearly enough staff to deal with the influx of guests. If this wasn’t a nap and Harry had just been sleeping in this late, Y/N would get that too. The only thing that had gotten her out of bed early this morning was a dentist appointment. 

Y/N sneaks along the halls, tiptoeing to his room. She’s just a little ways from the door when she hears a groan – one that rumbled low from the pits of his chest. Her brows meet in the center – maybe he was awake? If he was, then he might just be waking up. He usually gives a big stretch and a loud groan in the mornings, so that would add up. Though it would suck that she just missed the end of his nap, she thinks that maybe she could convince him to take a longer one before he loses his sleepy. 

But then there’s another little groan that tapers off into something breathier. When she leans in closer, she can hear the wet little schlick, schlick, schlick’s that would suggest those groans weren’t from just waking up. Almost immediately, her heart picks up in the most insane tempo. Was Harry jerking off? That was. . .kind of really exciting. 

Maybe it shouldn’t be, but she couldn’t help it. Harry is always so cool and measured when they fuck. Obviously, he starts to lose it the closer he gets to his orgasm, but he’s usually very much in control of the situation. Enough that the thought of him touching himself, losing himself in it, getting desperate – well, that would just be a little treat for her. Especially when she bends around, looking through the gap in the door and witnessing what she does. 

Harry’s completely naked, with one of his big, fluffy teal towels under him on the bed. His hair looked damp still, like he might have just gotten out of the shower, and now that she really assessed her surroundings, she realized it smelled like he just did. His shower gel and shampoo always fill up the area when he uses them, since they were both the same scent. It was so good; Y/N couldn’t complain. So he must have gotten hard during or after his shower – probably after, if he didn’t take care of it there. But what could’ve made him hard? Was it a memory? Did he see something? Did he just think of something? She has to know, actually. If she were any less patient, she would barge in and demand to know now, but she is a very patient girl. 

Which is why she watches, biting her nail. Harry’s legs are spread out, open and loose while he strokes himself over. His prick is really hard – the kind where the ruddy tip is leaking all over the place, and his balls are sitting swollen and full. Y/N thinks he probably didn’t have to use any lube at all, as his hand slips up and down his shaft with incredible ease. Despite how many times she’s taken it, the sheer size of him is still pretty intimidating, even from where she stands out here. He’s thick and long, throbbing in his hand, especially when he bucks his hips forward to fuck into his palm. 

He drools more precum, and it oozes down over his thumb while he rubs the spot just beneath the crown of the head. His toes curl when he does, and his hips thrust up again, only this time with a small, “Fuck,” that leaves his mouth. He has his plush, reddened lips fallen open and swollen as he moans, his eyes closed, and his brows furrowed. “That’s it, Puppy.” It comes out a little like a whine, and Y/N’s entire body feels lit with a fire. She stuffs a couple of fingers in her mouth to keep from making any sound, “My good girl.” 

Arousal had already coiled deep and low in her belly, but this only pushed it forward tenfold. Goosebumps prickle across her skin when she thinks about the fact that she’s watching him fantasize about her. She wishes she could see in his head what she was doing in his mind that had him worked up enough to need to get himself off. Especially when he knew that she was typically just a phone call away from being able to fuck. 

He nibbles at his bottom lip, his hand speeding up a little. Y/N has only ever seen Harry get himself off once before – when he was punishing her, all that time ago, and even then she didn’t really see it – she’d only heard it. It turns out that Harry’s a fucking dream when he’s touching himself, especially completely naked. He’s all long lines and soft muscles. His body is so reactive to every little stroke or caress, legs twitching and back slightly arching when it feels too good. He grumbles and moans a lot to himself, sighing loudly. Harry seems like the type who would like to edge himself, but she doesn’t think he’ll be interested in that today. This appears to be a means-to-an-end sort of thing. 

But the longer she watches, the more she wants to get involved. Maybe this voyeur lifestyle isn’t for her. Every twitch and jerk and jolt of his body just makes her want to drool. There are very few times that she’s fully clothed and he’s the naked one, but that’s turning her on too. Everything about this is turning her on, actually, and for a moment she wonders fondly how she would have reacted if he’d been fingering himself or something. She might have just had to burst through the door and replace his fingers with her tongue – she doesn’t know. Y/N’s still trying to convince him that he wants to be eaten out by her specifically. 

Her fingers itch at her sides. Y/N should’ve just been normal and asked to join right away. Or even made a soft noise when she entered to alert Harry that she was here. Now she’s been standing here for way too long, watching him masturbate. To join in now. . .well, what if he’s just turned off that she was watching him. Harry had never once made it seem like he’d be interested in this, so this might just be a her thing. Hell, Y/N didn’t even know she was interested in this until right now, watching him. The fact that this is his authentic self fucking his hand, is doing crazy things to her brain. Even just trying to get off, he looked like he belonged in a porno, and she means that in the best way. Every stretch of his neck back and tilt of his chin up – every mewl, moan, and groan. It all sounded so wet and messy, and Y/N is struggling not to be in the middle of it all. 

Maybe he wouldn’t be weirded out, though? Y/N literally whines and barks like a little dog for him sometimes, so she hardly thinks he could judge her for wanting to watch him get off for a little while. 

“Mm, Puppy,” his voice is soft – enough that she thinks he’s just moaning again, until she hears, “Come in here, Sweet girl, I can hear your brain moving from here.” 

She freezes. God, is he psychic? How had he realized she was in here at all? 

Y/N steps through the threshold of his bedroom, revealing herself to him, and Harry’s got his eyes trained on the door already. His hand still moves over his prick, nice and easy, before he lets it slap up against his belly. “How long were you going to listen to me, hm?” 

“Sorry,” her face feels hot, “I just – you sounded so pretty, I didn’t want to interrupt.” 

Harry hums softly, like he’s considering if she’s telling the truth or not. His legs are already fallen out and spread, but he spreads them even further for her, like he was coaxing her closer, “C’mere, my puppy,” he says sweetly, “Do you want me to waste my cum, or do you want a little treat?” 

Of course she wants a treat. Y/N nearly trips over herself getting to the bed, scrambling up onto the mattress so that she was in between his legs. She nearly stuffs him into her mouth without a second thought, but she pauses and waits a second – knowing better than to do that. Harry probably wants her to, so he can punish her for being an “impatient little thing,” but she freezes, mouth open, just before she lowers herself and stops to look at him. Harry hums a soft, sweet sound, clicking his tongue, “You were almost bad,” he murmurs, “But no, my good girl stops and thinks. Did you know I was thinking about how sweet of a puppy I had?” 

He takes himself by the shaft and tilts his cock up closer to her mouth, painting the tip side to side, before he feeds it into her mouth. Y/N’s lips stretch wide with him, like they always do, letting him drag across her tongue and taste all that he’s been leaking. Her eyes nearly roll to the back of her head – she loves the taste of him, and loves when he feeds it to her like this. His other hand grabs her hair, but he doesn’t press down or tug – just simply keeps it there, like a reminder to be good. 

Y/N hums in response, because he had asked her a question, even if he didn’t intend for her to reply too verbally. 

“Yeah, I was thinking about my sweet girl, on her knees for me, lapping at my cock like it was the best treat in the world.” He continues, petting down the side of her head. She forces her eyes to stay open so that she can look up at him. She loves how his legs are splayed out so casually for her, propped up against his pillows. He almost looks like a king of some kind, waiting to be fed grapes. His thumb drags over her cheek, where the tip of his cock protrudes out. He throbs against her tongue. “I’m close to cumming, Puppy. If you make it good for me, then maybe I’ll let you hump my leg later.” 

She loves when he talks to her like that; she can’t help it. Already as turned on as she was, she sinks further on his prick, until the tip is threatening to push past her gag reflex. She’s been getting better and better at taking him deeper, and each time he seems startled and pleased by her efforts. Y/N pulls back up, suckles at the head, and tongues at his slit before sinking back further. His hips absently buck toward her mouth, and she feels like she's going crazy in the best kind of way. 

“Breathe through your nose.” He reminds her, and Y/N takes in a deep breath before taking him further down again. This time, she keeps going, not taking any breaks, until the head pushes past the tight ring of muscle and slips into her throat. The sound that Harry makes makes it worth the mild discomfort she feels before she slips away again. Her hands squeeze at his hips, but she doesn’t move them to help herself – puppies can’t use their paws to help. 

But it doesn’t seem like she’ll need to. Harry was already worked up from working over himself, so his warning comes quickly: “You’re going to make me cum,” he tells her, fingers curling at the root – this time he does tug a little. Y/N works even harder, curling her tongue against the slit again until she feels the first spurt leave him. That’s when she knows to stop messing around, fit her lips over the head and suck him through it. She always drinks him up greedily, making sure not to miss a single drop of it. Only instead of swallowing him, she holds it in her mouth until she can feel him softening against her tongue. She lets him slip out wetly, crawls up his body until she is face to face with him. 

Harry can already tell what she’s about to do. He splits his lips for her and accepts her kiss, wet and messy as she shares his cum with him. Both of them moan, his hand curled around her nape while he licks between her teeth. Y/N absently ruts her hips against him but then holds still, instead focusing on the kiss and enjoying it. She loves kissing with his cum, and loves when it gets filthy. It really does make her feel like a puppy who doesn’t know any better. 

When they part to breathe, Harry is petting her cheek again like she’s just the softest, sweetest thing he’s ever come across. 

“My sweet, perverted little voyeur,” he hums, and Y/N whines, trying to hide her face in his chest, “Did you like watching me?” 

She nods, even with her face tucked away. “Yes, so much,” she admits, “You looked and sounded so pretty.”

He chuckles warmly, letting his hand stroke down her back, “Aww, thank you, baby,” he says softly, but she can tell in his tone that he's about to mock her, “I can arrange it so that you have to watch and not touch a couple times a week, if you’d like.” 

“No!” Y/N lifts to look at him now, just to see him smiling all mischievous – the twinkle in his eye was impish. “Don’t be mean. I just like to watch sometimes – and then be involved soon after. Anything else is just a punishment.” Then she goes back to rubbing her face into his chest

Harry laughs again, “Gosh, I made you so greedy, didn’t I?” 

“Sorry,” she grumbles again. 

“Don’t be,” he hums, “You’re perfect. My perfect, greedy little puppy.”