camping trip part 5 (Patreon)

Hello! We are getting closer and closer to an ending that these two deserve :D I hope you like it :) 

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Y/N stirs awake, squished against Harry on her sofa. Her nose was pressed to his chest; he smelled of warm vanilla and woods, and if she could stuff her face further into him she would, just to immerse herself further into his scent. The sun cuts through her living room window, she could tell from the way the backs of her eyelids are pinkened and the warmth that kisses her skin. She thinks she’d be incredibly uncomfortable if not for the way her air conditioning is always practically sub-zero, so she revels in the warmth that is coming from both the sun and Harry (which, to most, would be synonymous). 

Her eyes open first, in less of a Disney like flutter and more so her squinting and blinking hard against the brightness of the room. She snuffles and stretches her body out, becoming more and more aware of what position they’re currently in, especially when Harry’s arm tightens around her body like he’s trying to keep her still. A soft huff through her nose is her version of a laugh when he grumbles something unintelligible, his fingers dipping into the tender skin of her wrist as he grabs a hold of her. 

“Need’a pee and feed the creature sleeping in a shoebox,” she murmurs, but her tongue feels thick, and her throat is nothing but a raspy noise, “Budge up.” 

Harry loosens his hold on her just enough that she can remove herself from the couch, and flee to the bathroom so relieve herself. Once she finishes, and makes a syringe of formula for the kitten, she gives herself a moment to let her gaze trickle over him. His eyes are still closed as he grasps onto the last few minutes of sleep so he can’t tease her for staring a bit as she moves -- he always looked so peaceful resting. It was unfair, but a welcoming image to see him snoozing on her couch. It made things feel very domestic between the two of them and Y/N loved those moments. . .craved them, sometimes. 

He appears soft, dawning a crinkled striped tee that was now all disheveled, and the corduroys he had been in which seemed less than comfortable to sleep in but he seemed just fine. Y/N cannot remember a time that Harry couldn’t sleep in any situation, with any clothes on, at any point of the day. If they were with one another she let him sleep when he could, and not just because it gave her uninterrupted time to stare at him (in the least creepy way possible). Y/N thinks that if someone is so tired that they could fall asleep in any sort of pleated pants and shoes, they obviously needed the rest. It was one of the few things he carped at her, letting him nap when they were supposed to be doing something (second to that was stuffing him full of food). 

So she says nothing for a little while; ambles around her flat quietly, feeding the kitten, slicing fruit for them to eat, and stuffing bagels into her toaster. It had only been around 8 AM when she woke up and she figured she would wake him at 9, only because she didn’t know whether or not he had things to do that day or not. If it were up to her, she’d let him sleep the day away if that’s what he needed. 

And once 9AM rolled around, Y/N crept up to him -- he’d rolled over onto his belly, clutching her pillow tightly to his body, so she rests her hand on his shoulder blade and shakes him gently, “Oi, sleepyhead. It’s time to get up.” She murmurs and Harry hums in response, picking his head up from the pillow and facing her with his eyes still closed. It musters a laugh from her as she continues to rub his shoulder, “Well, good morning.” 

“Hi,” his voice is low and syrupy, as he plops his face back into the pillow before reaching out his limbs toward the opposite poles, a long groan leaving him as he twists his body so that he’s looking at her. Or at least he’s facing her -- his eyes are still squinted closed, but he’s smiling at her with his lips closed, looking all sort of gentle, sweet and puppy-like.

“I’ve got fruit sliced for you,” she tells him, eyes catching sight of the black ink decorating his tummy from where his shirt rumpled up, “And bagels.” 

“Yummy,” he responds, but his brows soon furrow as he tips his chin down to his chest and Y/N follows his gaze, her brows raising as he utters a short, exasperated groan of, “Fuck sake.” 

“Oh,” she giggles slightly, her eyes outlining the thick bulge at the front of his trousers, “It’s like you wake up, he does too, yeah?” 

Harry’s cheeks were already flushed, but they warmed a deeper shade of pink as he reached up to cover his face with his hands, “Stop, I’m embarrassed,” he whines and Y/N thinks that he’s just too cute as he hides. 

“How could you still be shy, hm? I swallowed your cum like -- barely a week ago. I feel we’re at the point where you could walk around cock out and I might not bat an eyelash.” Her heels dug into her bum as she leaned back onto them, tilting her head some, “So what do we wanna do? You’ve got some options here -- we can wait it out, see if he goes away on his own, you can go into the bathroom and I’ll turn the other cheek and put my headphone in for some outrageously loud music, or I can help you again.” She presses the hair from her face -- she’s fine with either option, and she tells him as much. Maybe she keeps the part to herself that she secretly hopes he picks the third choice for her own selfish reasons, but that’s her prerogative. 

“I just feel so bad,” he continues on, voice muffled by his palms, “Reckon you must think I’m some lecher, but my morning stiffies have just been abnormally frequent lately. And then you help, and I was supposed to take you for dinner yesterday as a thank you, but I come knocking at your door with a kitten and take up your whole night, I --” 

Y/N cuts him off, her fingers looping around his wrists, “Hey, hey, hey, chill out,” she gives his arms small tugs until he loosens up and lets her pull his hands from his face, “Why’re you getting so worked up? I don’t mind helping you with anything and I don’t help to get things in return,” she laces their fingers together, “And, I don’t think you’re a lecher. You just get hard,” she shrugs her shoulders, “That’s okay, it’s normal -- sometimes I get super wet for literally no reason at all. Only difference between this and that is I can hide mine.” 

“You’re so understanding, it’s almost absurd,” he sighs, squeezing her fingers tightly, “I can’t tell if you’re an angel or the devil.” 

She pouts her lip at him, “Aw, usually boys wait to say that until after they’ve cum in my mouth.” 

His cheeks get even redder --  he goes to cover them again but Y/N tightens her hold on his hands, “Oh, c’mon, I’m only teasing,” she sinks down to her knees, biting down on a laugh when Harry’s eyes wide when she gives his calf a short tug in order to swing his legs over the edge of the couch, “I’ll help, yeah? Then we can eat brekkie.” 

“You spoil me too much,” Harry murmured, following her direction so his feet were firm to the carpeted floor and Y/N wriggles her way between them, “S’not fair, I need to take care of you too.” 

Y/N hums as she works on the button of his corduroys, swiping her tongue over her mouth, “I like helping you, so it’s fine -- spoiling you, spoils me in most things, dunno’ why this would be any different -- lift your bum,” she tugs them down with his underwear, dragging the fabric down to his ankles so she had more room to work with. Harry’s thighs spread when she places her hand atop of them, her fingers denting his skin and she tries not to drool over him. 

Last time she’d helped Harry, she’d only just barely seen him in the dark tent, making out more outlines and shadows than anything. Now though, with his cock out in front of her beneath the morning sun, she reckons that it’s unfair. Not one person should have so many great qualities, but Harry had about a billion including his prick and it just seemed criminal. The universe was partial to him, that much Y/N could tell. 

So she takes a moment to appreciate him, eyes outlining the smooth skin, the ruddy head with clear fluid oozing from his slit and the size of him -- hell, just looking at him she could tell what it would feel like inside of her. How deep it would slide in, how far he would stretch her, the way he’d probably nudge against that spot inside her that makes her toes curl. She sighs fondly at the imagery before slipping her fingers around his shaft, tilting him down towards her mouth, and pulling the head between her lips. 

Harry’s moans always sounded gorgeous, from the few times Y/N had heard them, they played on a loop in her mind. She slides her tongue along the crown, letting her eyes flutter shut as she listens to him hiss in a breath and feels him spread his legs further apart. He was so sensitive. . .Y/N liked that he was -- every stroke of her tongue, caress of her fingers, or hum, and Harry’s thighs would quiver, the muscles in his abdomen would flex and his fingers would dig into the cushions beside him. When she lowered her hand to his balls, carefully squeezing them in her palm, he let out a noise that was so whiny yet gruff that it made her giggle lightly around him. 

“Don’ laugh at me,” he tilted his head back, mouth pouted, “It feels so good.” 

Y/N slides from where her mouth had been fixed around his shaft as she bobbed her head, popping off with a string of saliva attached to her lips. She drags her hand up the length of him and strokes him as she swallows and takes a breath, “I’m not laughing at you, Babe, s’just cute,” she lulls her tongue around the head, pushing a gentle, teasing kiss to the tip while she kept her hand moving, “Guys are always so worried about sounding silly so they’ll just be silent and it’s so awkward. I like that you let me know I’m making you feel good,” she lowers her head, pushing a careful kiss to the tender skin of his thigh, over the fine hairs there, “And you’ll tell me if I’m doing anything you don’t like, yeah?” 

“How could you be doing anything I don’t like with your mouth on me?” He pushes himself so he’s sitting up a bit more, and Y/N follows him, scooting closer, “I’m like -- right on the edge, I feel like I could cum for you just blowing air on me.” 

Y/N smiles, “Good,” she settles, grabbing his hand and placing it in her hair, “Go on, you can pull when you need to.” 

She takes him back into her mouth, only this time she pulls him deeper and deeper into her mouth, and down to her throat. Y/N only gags a little around him, but it's worth it to hear the heavy moan that slips past his lips, and feel the way his fingers dig into her hair at the scalp, “Oh fuck me,” he breathes out, as she slips up, gathers her composure and does it again. Harry’s hips buck absently, “Sorry,” he breathes out, combing his hair from his face, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” 

Her only response is to hum as she bobs her head, pausing once more at the crown to tongue at the ridge, and he throbs in her mouth. His fingers tense up again, and he gives a breathless giggle, “God, you’re gonna make me cum,” he sighs, his chin tilted up showing the bare expanse of his throat and Y/N imagines littering it with kisses, nibble at the tender skin. She wonders what spots he’s sensitive, where she could kiss that would turn him to puddy. 

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” he groans, and only seconds later does she feel the warmth spread in her mouth, and the taste of him splash against her tongue as he fills her mouth. Y/N swallows easily, letting it soothe down her throat. He laughs again, petting down her hair where he’d pulled at the strands, “Fuck sake,” she pulls off, smiling up at him, “You make me cum so quickly.” 

“I think you’re just extra sensitive in the morning,” she tells him, curling her fingers in the waistband of his pants and pulling them up his legs, and he takes over about mid thigh, “You never get hard at like 6PM, so next time you do let me know and I’ll come ‘round to compare.” Reaching back for the plate she’d set on the coffee table, she picks it up and places it on top of a couch pillow on her lap, “Sliced fruit and bagels.” 

Harry plucks up a piece of strawberry and sliding it into his mouth, “Are you busy today?” She shakes her head, taking a hunk out of her bagel, “We could -- if you’d like, we could spend some time together? Watch over the kitten and like, figure out what we’ll do with her, but we could chill out today.” 

Y/N grins and nods quickly. 

What she doesn’t know yet, is that tonight Harry’s planning on making all of this up to her.