camp cherry two | hs

thirty two

please

let me suck your dick just once

anyway x

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HANA

"Shit," I'm woken by a groan, a loud smack to the forehead sounding as Harry tries to stretch without disturbing me. "My back, fucking... hell - Cherry, shift up," he sighs, arching his back and grumbling with every crack.

"Shut up, I'm sleeping," I complain, lazily slapping my hand against his thigh in a signal to be quiet.

"Fuck, what time is it?" he asks, still sounding very disoriented.

"Look at a clock, genius."

"Don't need the sarcasm, baby," he chuckles tiredly, stretching with another groan of gratification.

"You woke me up - way too early."

"Sorry, Cherrypop," he leans down to press a light kiss to my forehead, "kisses?" He pouts his lips in a request for a kiss, which I just can't deny. Although short, it seems to appease him, and he rolls off the sofa and manages to land on his feet, stretching continually as he makes his way to the kitchen and sighing tiredly, "six."

"Ugh, fuck off, I'm going back to sleep," I complain, unable to believe he'd had the audacity to wake me up at fucking six in the morning, though I suppose it wasn't intentional.

"Come on, Cherry, don't leave me alone in this house," he laughs softly, grabbing my ankles and tugging me upwards and towards him, then my wrists and pulling me straight, my face right in front of his chest and my body bent awkwardly as I sit on the arm of the sofa. "Baby, don't be boring."

"I'm tired, let me sleep," I frown, leaning my weight lazily against his stomach and my eyes drifting closed tightly.

"Baby..." He drags out annoyingly, pushing his hips forward to jolt me a little, though I rest right back onto him.

"Go away."

"Could you, uh, top me, when we go home?" he requests, and although I know it's only to catch my attention, it works instantly.

I freeze a little, narrowing my eyes at the thought, "like what?"

"With the vibrator, like you did the other week."

My mind flashes back to that heavenly moment, how much pleasure I felt from simply watching him moan and writhe around in utter euphoria, and I kiss his stomach lightly.

"Sure. Do you miss that?" I ask, extending my legs against his feet until I can easily wrap my arms around his neck, fingertips playing with the baby curls, "getting fucked rough?"

"I miss it so bad," his eyes are unwaveringly focused on my lips, his mind hanging on to every last syllable I speak.

"Yeah?" I hide my smirk into his neck as I flick my tongue against the soft skin, barely even enough for him to feel it directly, though it sends a shiver down his spine. "Want it bad, baby?"

He nods endlessly, pushing his hips against mine as his eyebrows lower, eyes still staring at my lips longingly; he can claim it all he wants, but he's the least dominant person I've ever met. "Please," he continues, his voice sounding almost innocent, and I know he's doing it on purpose, just like I did in the hotel.

I sit up straighter to glance up at him with squinted eyes, "say it."

"Say what?" he frowns, too distracted by my lips to figure it out properly, his eyes widening when he finally registers my words, "oh, uh, I'm a... I'm a bottom, 'kay?" he mumbles the last part, huffing and refusing to look at me as he finally admits the truth to himself.