Werewolf neighbor Harry needs help with his rut (Patreon)

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It was actually Harry’s idea to tie him up. 

Y/N, for one, had not been in the least bit concerned with sleeping with him. Maybe she should be, with him being a werewolf and all, and the fact that she was a human and had never dealt with a rut in her life – but she wasn’t. Harry made her feel safe, cared for, content in a way that she’d never truly felt before. Ever since she’d met him, before she even knew he was a wolf to begin with, she’d always felt comforted by his presence, rather than scared. Perhaps that doesn’t speak highly of her survival instincts, but Harry has never felt like something she was supposed to survive by any means. 

It started like this – Y/N got home late one night after drinking with Niall, and she – for the first time – ran into her new neighbor. He’d moved in a couple of weeks prior, but he kept his presence light and quiet. Y/N only knew someone lived next door because she’d hear his shower kick on at night, typically right as she was about to fall asleep. From the landlord (who probably shouldn’t be sharing tenant business, but if it benefits Y/N, she doesn’t mind too much), she knew that he was around her age and worked nights. Which made sense, since she never really saw him during the day. He was probably asleep. She didn’t do much with the information, except try to be a little quieter while she moved around after getting home from work. 

Anyway, Y/N came home late and pretty tipsy, and she took the elevator up to her floor and prayed to whoever was listening that she had carbonara buldak ramen and shredded cheese she could add to it. Even though she’s certain it would sear her taste buds, the thought of it was so delicious that she was moving way too quickly through the halls. So quickly, in fact, that she doesn’t notice her new neighbor, who is coming out of his door just as she’s coming up to it. Y/N slammed into him with a squeal, and he yelped. Y/N thinks he tried to grab her, but he just barely got a hold of her jacket, which just pulled off her shoulder rather than give him a good grip on her. She dropped to the floor with a thud, but was thankfully loose enough from a few too many Jell-O shots that it didn’t hurt as badly as it could have. It definitely hurt, but her pain tolerance increased by five when she’d had a couple. 

“Oh my god!” Y/N looked up to see who she ran into and was surprised. Granted, the landlord did say he was handsome; Y/N just didn’t think she and a woman in her 70s would have the same taste, but it seemed that they certainly did. He was cute – even with a mask pulled over the bottom half of his face, he was really cute, but he got even cuter when he pulled it down and revealed a pretty pink mouth. He was frowning, but not because he was mad at her, “I’m so sorry! I didn’t even see you coming; I’m – I’ve got a cold, so I’m a little out of it.” 

He held out his hands for her to grab, and Y/N did it without a second thought. His eyes were sort of bewitching her at the time, so she was surprised she was even able to muster, “Oh, that’s okay. I’m drunk, so I really didn’t feel it.” Niall would have killed her, had he known she was just letting some random stranger know that she was not at full brain capacity right now. But, as she said, she’d never felt unsafe with Harry – from the very moment she met him, she could sense in her body that he wasn’t someone she needed to be cautious around. “You have a cold?” She continued, pouting for him, “That’s horrible. Do you need any medicine?” 

“No, no, it’s okay. I’m going out to get some now,” he assured her, “Thank you, though.” 

“Hey, wait,” Y/N’s head tilted as she checked the time – 12 AM, which is a corner store that is open 24 hours so it isn’t like she’s suspicious of him lying. “Don’t you work nights? Was it bad enough to call in? You shouldn’t be walking in that condition; I can go.” 

Harry blinked at her, and Y/N would realize when she woke up the following morning that she had no reason to know that he worked the night shift other than their mouthy landlord. He was probably creeped out, honestly. But if he was freaked out by it, he doesn’t show it that much. Not when he gives her another soft smile, his nose red, and he sniffles, “I think you should probably drink some water and go to bed,” he advises her, “I’ll be okay! My cold’s usually last only a day or two; my immune system is pretty stellar.” 

Thankfully, Y/N did not bring up the night shift thing again. Instead, she gave him a small nod and walked two steps to the side to her door, “If you say sooo,” she hummed, and then unlocked her door, “It was nice to meet you finally, neighbor. My name is Y/N.” 

“I’m Harry.” He smiled softly, “Likewise.” 

And then Y/N went inside and made him congee, which she’d learned from a roommate in college after a particularly horrible cold that had been borderline influenza-type shit. It made her feel really good though, and full, and helped her sleep somehow too. So she goes through the trouble of making it and splits some for herself instead of her ramen. She puts it in a thermos, then leaves it outside his door – he hadn’t come back yet, so she doesn’t bother knocking on the door or anything. 

Then honestly, she forgets about it. She takes a bath, thankfully doesn’t drown when she dozes off in the tub, gets in bed, and sleeps until morning. When she wakes up, it’s to a knock on her front door. Y/N goes to answer it as is, which probably wasn’t her prettiest or best look, and she is a little surprised to see Harry at the door. 

“This was the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me,” he told her, “Thank you, seriously. I brought you a smoothie that helps with hangovers.” 

So that’s how their friendship had started. Y/N only realized he was a werewolf like two months into becoming closer, and even then, she didn’t know he was a werewolf until he said. She just knew that Harry was weird – a little goofy and silly, and was very invested in the phases of the moon. Y/N had him over for dinner a lot, and he was typically busy on weekends. Harry told her he managed a nightclub in the city to explain his odd hours. He tells Y/N to come drink there with her friends, and he could always make sure she got home okay if she ever needed a ride, and Y/N is cheesed over it. He always smells good, like the woods in autumn, and one time she did catch him pressing her throw blanket to his face and breathing in deep (she doesn’t bring it up). Sometimes she finds him gnawing at the collar of his clothes, but she just figured he had an oral fixation. He walks in a small circle before he sits on the ground too, but Y/N always just assumed he was a quirky guy. 

It was a random Wednesday night that she heard something howl next door. Y/N asked Harry the next morning if he had a secret dog in there, and to just let her know so that she could lie if necessary. Y/N thinks it probably should have taken Harry more than that to spill the beans, but one minute she’s excited about a potential puppy, and next Harry is telling her that he’s a werewolf, that the full moon is coming, that this one he was going to have a rut with, and that he was stressed out because this would be the first time in a long time he’d be spending it alone. 

Y/N blinked at him a couple of times, sat on his sofa, stunned to silence momentarily.

“Say something,” he whined a little, wringing his hands.

“Are you fucking with me?” She’d inquired, but not a hint of disturbance in her tone. Y/N was intrigued, for sure. Very confused, but equal parts invested. Harry shook his head and looked so genuine, she doesn’t think she’d ever seen someone so serious about something so insane. “Ah, okay. So you’re like – like a Twilight werewolf or like an American Werewolf in London type?” 

Harry swallowed thickly, and Y/N realized only then that he was flushed pink all over, “Uh, Twilight,” he replied, “I go to the woods when I change and I – y’know. Run around and stuff.” 

“Like a big puppy?” She grinned, and Harry frowned. 

“Like a scary puppy,” he corrected her, but a puppy is still a puppy. 

Y/N pulled her legs up on the sofa, crossing them and setting her hands in her lap, “Okay, and you have to fuck like omegaverse style? Do you knot and stuff?” 

His face got even redder at that, “Yeah, I – I do.” 

“How were you dealing with it before?” Y/N continued to press and prod, and Harry kept answering, because he’s obedient and probably happy that she was curious instead of horrified by him. 

“Well, I’d been seeing someone for. . .for a while, but it didn’t work out,” he grimaced, “We broke up a couple months ago. Ruts without partners are notoriously horrible, and I’m just. . .stressed. So I’ve been howling more – usually I can get ahold of it, but I shifted without realizing it yesterday, in my sleep, and I howled, so I’m – I’m sorry,” he frowned, shoulders sinking, hands in his lap, “This is probably hard to believe, but I promise I’m not crazy.” 

Y/N nodded. “No, yeah, this is crazy,” his shoulders sank even further,  “But I believe you.” She finished, and Harry whipped his head to look at her, disbelief crowding his gaze, “Do you have to rut in your wolf form, or do you rut as a human?” 

His ears are red now – does he ever talk about this out loud? That’s what she was wondering at the time. “I – in my human body,” he replied, and his bottom lip looked worn from his teeth. Between answering her questions, he’d nibble and bite on them like he needed to. 

“Ah, okay,” Y/N grinned, “Sounds good! I’ll help you.” 

His eyes went wide. “You’ll – wait, what?” 

And Y/N took the job! Was Harry asking her to take it? Not necessarily, but she replied with what could only be described as enthusiastic consent and seemed into it enough that Harry was all right with it. After asking if she was sure a thousand times, Harry explained to her what would happen, how it would happen, and the fact that he was going to need to knot something – it didn’t have to be her cunt, though it was preferred, but it would probably need to be her hand.  Or she could lick and suck at it with her mouth, which ties into a ‘hurt so good’ type of pleasure he stumbled through explaining. 

He also told her he would feel much better being tied up. Harry was too worried that he would be too rough or grab her human body too tightly, and he disregarded that this is precisely what Y/N would want. But whatever, eventually she shrugged and told him if he ripped through them, then she wasn't going to retie them. Harry sighed but acquiesced. 

So here they were. The night of the full moon, Harry disappeared for hours, returning to Y/N’s flat at 1 AM, dripping wet from the rain, shirtless and panting. Y/N had never seen him shirtless before, so it was a feast for her eyes. He was covered in tattoos that she didn’t know he had (he was usually covered up in long sleeves and pants because of the cold). Y/N is finding out very quickly that Harry was someone who shrank in his clothing, somehow, because without his sleeves he looks bigger. Beefier, thicker – his shoulders, his arms, his trunk, his thighs – he looked very, very durable. Did he get bigger around his rut? Y/N isn’t sure – she knew that one part of him did at least. When her eyes flickered down, she saw the big lump of him in his shorts, which were really glorified boxers. It sat heavy and thick too, enough to make her mouth water. 

Was this sane of her? Absolutely not. Did she believe that she was probably about to experience something fantastic? Absolutely. 

“We have to hurry,” he said, raising his hand, the rope looking delicate compared to his body, “It’s starting any. . .any moment.” 

“Ugh, I was hoping you’d forget about those.” Y/N took them and led Harry to her bedroom. She tied the simple knot Harry taught her around one wrist, then to the iron on her headboard, and repeated it with his second wrist. Harry gave two tugs to make sure they were strong enough, then sighed and relaxed in a way that Y/N hadn’t seen him do ever. It’s as if all tension seeped out of his bones in an instant. Like he knew he was going to be taken care of in her bed, tied up as he was. “Is it comfortable?” 

“Yes,” he sighed out again, nodding, “It feels good, thank you.” 

Harry hums softly, “Good,” she pets at his tummy gently, grinning when the muscles in his belly jump and twitch beneath his fingers. She’d dried him off haphazardly with a towel when he’d initially come in, but his skin is still damp. “Everything is just like we talked about, right? You want me to take care of you? Make you feel good?” 

He groaned, “Ngh, yeah,” he answered, pouted lip, “Yeah, make me feel good. If you – ah – ah if you change your mind though you can just, just leave me and –” 

“I’m not changing my mind about anything,” his hips twitch again, “I’m g’na get you all nice and hard for me, and then I’ll take your big, fat knot. Does that sound good?” 

Harry growls again, his fingers curling into fists, “Yes, yes, yes –” 

There isn’t a whole lot of information about real werewolves online, so Y/N has to rely on fanfic tropes and omegaverse antics to ask Harry questions about what he’d be into. He tried to make it seem like all she would need to do was ride him, but Y/N inquired about a nest for him. Asked if he wanted one, and when he shyly agreed, Y/N requested his things to place in it as well. Y/N had him watch her make it and help her so that it could be perfect for him, and she’d caught him sniffing her clothing items a couple of times, so she wondered out loud, “I mean, if I shoved my panties in your face during, would you like that, or –?” 

(“Oh my god,” he shuddered, and she thought if her hand had been on his prick, she would’ve felt it twitch hard, “Why are you so okay with all of this, huh? It’s just – how – how aren’t you grossed out?” 

Y/N considered this a little while ago. Why wasn’t she more concerned? She isn’t sure – she thinks if this was happening with a different person, she wouldn’t be as chill, but again, there’s something about Harry that makes her almost overly calm. She’s excited, for sure, and curious, but she isn’t scared or nervous. And she’s always liked weird shit. 

She shrugged and asked him again, and Harry scratched his leg, eyes darting, “Ah – ah, I mean, I’d probably really, really like that.”)

After she had him all tied up, she stood off the side of the bed and dropped her bottoms, her panties coming along with it. Harry gave another whiny, growly sound when she knelt up onto the mattress with him. His legs spread for her, making room while she snuggled herself in between them, stretching over his body and taking the bundled-up panties, pressing them against his nose. Harry’s eyes fluttered to the back of his head, his mouth falling open, and he breathed in deep and slow. He trembled all over, hips bucking toward the air. He took the panties between his teeth and moaned, and Y/N’s heart was racing. 

“What a cute puppy,” Y/N murmured, and he growled again, blinking his eyes up at her, “Just focus on feeling good, hm? I think the moon wants you too.” 

His prick throbs hard – hard enough that it drags Y/N’s gaze to it. He throbs again, and then the fabric starts to get wet around the head. His hips are twitching, and he’s whining, bucking into the air. Y/N’s mouth fell open – had he really cum just from that? 

“Oh, wow,” she leaned forward, pressed a kiss to his trembling belly, “This is going to be really fun, Harry.”