Part 2 of: Werewolf neighbor Harry needs help with his rut (Patreon)

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Harry is a mess. 

Y/N expected as much. There’s no part of an animal-like heat cycle that suggests it would be a tidy and organized experience, especially when the person going through it is tied up at the wrists. She suspected it would be kind of nasty and filthy: drool and sweat, cum all over the place, maybe a few tears on her end because she was easy to cry when she was getting fucked. Especially after he came almost immediately, just from sniffing her panties and her calling him a puppy. 

And so far, she was right. 

She started slow; Y/N pulled his briefs down and watched in awe when his cock slapped up against his lower belly with a soft thud. Her eyes widened, brows raised, and when her gaze flickered up to him, Harry whined loudly. His face was flushed red already, from the heat settling in his bones, but Y/N wondered if beneath that he’d be blushing too. While she dragged the blunt tips of her nails along his hips, over the tops of his thighs, around his lower belly (carefully avoiding the leaking cock very much in the way), Y/N wondered what was making this embarrassing for him. 

Was it the act of it, in itself? The fact that he was needy, dripping wet from his cock and tied up, vulnerable for her to touch and squeeze and hold? Or maybe it was because it was Y/N who was seeing him like this. Maybe if she had known him for a long time or had been dating him, he wouldn’t be so shy. But in the grand scheme, they haven’t known each other for very long. Y/N just found out what his favorite color was the other day (it’s pink, by the way), and now she’s watching his prick throb hard enough to lift away from his body before slapping back down on it. 

Harry’s hung too – Y/N is actually pretty unsure of how she’s going to fit him inside of her. She stretched herself a little while he was gone, running around and doing wolfish things – but she’s starting to realize that whatever she’d done would not nearly be enough. She would be lucky if she didn’t accidentally fuck herself stupid on him, since she really can’t afford to let her mind go during this. Not when she has to take care of him, and subsequently, herself as well. Especially if he’s tied up. Y/N’s hoping he just rips out of his restraints, though, since she’d already told him that she wasn’t going to be tying him back up if he did. Then at least he wouldn’t be completely helpless when she slept and things, since this was going to be a couple of days, sort of thing. 

Y/N doesn’t hesitate too much. Harry didn’t ask to be edged or teased – he asked her to help him during his rut, and he was hurting. Now wasn’t necessarily the time to discover and explore his body inch by inch, though she knew she’d become well acquainted with him by the time this was over. Her right hand cups his shaft; he was hot to the touch and sticky from his prior release. It pulses against her palm and leaks a steady stream of precum onto his messy belly, and Y/N hears the iron of the bed frame shift when he pulls at it before settling. He feels heavy in her hand and smooth. The tip is a pretty, ruddy color that flushes down into the rest of his cock. It looks like he’s been hard for days without relief, and Y/N wondered if maybe he was. He seemed way too stressed about all of this to seem like he may have tugged one out before bed last night. 

“You're big, Harry,” she states the obvious, starting a slow but steady pace of dragging her hand up and down, getting a feel for it. Y/N would build up a quicker pace for him, but she thinks this is good for now – avoiding his knot, but every time her hand accidentally grazes it, she can hear him suck in a sharp breath. “How are you going to fit inside of me, hm?” 

He makes a growly sound, and Y/N suspects he’s already nonverbal before he does end up responding, “Sorry,” through gritted teeth, “I – fuck – I have a. . .a toy if, if it’s too much, that – ahh!”

Y/N squeezes him tightly around the head, scowling at him from her spot between his thighs. “Why would you need to use a stupid toy when I’m right here?” She grumbled, sulky and frowning, and it made Harry’s hips buck forward. She is helpless to them – there’s no way she can hold them down; he’s way too strong for that, so she just moves with him when he does it. Once he’s settled again, Y/N continues, “I didn’t say I couldn’t fit you. We’ll make it fit.” 

When she lets go of his cock, he moans low, deep from his chest, and then he starts to spurt cum without any warning. Y/N’s eyes went wide, not expecting that at all, but she still ran her hand up and down his sticky, leaky dick to work him through it. The muscles in his arms are straining as he already yanks and pulls at the restraints, overwhelmed by the feeling. His stomach trembles while he empties his load onto his belly. Y/N had no idea how easy to cum he would be but this was pretty delightful. She has never experienced something like this before. 

“Good boy,” she hums softly, and he whines, spurts a little bit more, and then melts back against the mattress, in his little nest of clothes. Her panties had fallen from his face a long while ago, now tucked in the corner of his neck, and Y/N removes them from where they’re tucked. Apparently, she should have asked first, because an angry sound rises from Harry’s chest – irate that she tossed her underwear somewhere else inside the nest. Y/N scoffs a little, then pinches his nose briefly. “You’re noisy,” she told him, like he didn’t already know, “If you don’t quit it, I’m going to give that mouth something to do.” 

He moans – it comes out nasally because she has his nose pinched, but when she lets go, he starts to beg, “Please, my face – sit on my face,” he asks, yanking at the restraints, moving as much as he can like he’s trying to make room, “Want your messy little pussy smeared all over my mouth, need to taste you – fuck you with my tongue. Bet you’re so warm inside, g’na suck your slick out, get high off your scent, please, please,” he sounded desperate, like he was begging for water in the desert. Y/N’s cunt clenches around nothing. Arousal had already been curling in her belly, but it was something she had been able to ignore up until now, with him speaking all this filth, “Baby, baby, I’ll make it good for you,” he promises, “I’ll lick your pretty little clit until it’s swollen stiff. Want you to grind it on my tongue – want to pass out being smothered by your juicy pussy, I –” 

“Jesus,” Y/N cut him off, removing her hand from his dick and noticing that his erection hadn’t flagged even a little bit. She doesn’t think it will until he gets to knot something, preferably her – so she would probably need to cum first. And if Harry wanted it so badly, she would humor him. It’s his rut after all. “You’ve got a naughty mouth.” 

Harry runs his tongue over his mouth as Y/N crawls up and over him. It takes a little maneuvering, with how his shoulders are tied, but they eventually wriggle around enough until they find a semi-comfortable spot. Y/N is hovering over his face, and Harry has his mouth open, tongue stretched out, while he looks up pleadingly at her. Nobody has ever been so ecstatic to eat her before; her heart is racing and thudding in her chest, thighs shaking a little as she lowers down for him. The first little stroke of his tongue makes her jump, pulling too far for him to reach, and Harry makes another whiny, grumbly sound.

“Come back,” he mewls, and Y/N laughs, disbelieving. If this is how he acts when he hasn’t known someone that long, Y/N can only imagine how he would act if they had been together for a while. Did his last partner have to do this with him tied up? 

She sits back down, ignoring the strain in her thighs and trying not to startle too much when his tongue makes contact. There’s very little finesse to it – he’s licking into her like he’s starving for it, so Y/N doesn’t care that he’s sloppy about it. His tongue strokes between her folds, up and down, wet like he’s drooling over it. She can’t help but rock her hips against his mouth a little, her fingers finding his curly hair and gripping him at the root. It’s the first Y/N’s moaned, breathy and a little pathetic herself, but Harry responds in kind. Only his noise is muffled against her pussy, sending vibrations through her that make her toes curl. 

When he has her clit between his lips, he almost seems content for a second. Sucking on her, feeling her folds twitch and pulse against his mouth as he draws more arousal from deep inside her. Y/N can’t remember the last time she’d been this turned on or this wet before – not even when she’s ovulating. Honestly, there’s so much everywhere she’s starting to think that Harry’s biochemistry and hormones have started to affect her. Like her body is trying desperately to adapt to what was to come. His tongue is soft; he moves it side to side over the swollen bud and feels it flick beneath it. Only this time, when her hole squeezes around nothing, it drags his attention to it – probably because some of her pussy had been resting on his chin. 

So Harry scoots as much as he can down, readjusting until Y/N gets the memo and cant her hips forward so he can stick his tongue inside of her. The tip of it swirls around her entrance, soft and slippery, before he sinks in further and further. Like this, his nose presses against her clit, and it sends little zaps around her body, all over. 

“You like it?” Y/N asks, like she’d made him a meal. When she looks down, Harry is already looking up at her. His eyes are wide, gaze locked with hers, but he looks so out of it – not in a bad way. In a pussy drunk way. In the sort of way that you might be when you’ve cum a few times with barely any stimulation, and your tongue is stuffed deep inside someone. His eyes flutter when she stares at him, and he nods the best he can, another moan as he snuggles his face deeper against her. “Yeah? You g’na make me cum, alpha?” 

Now that was a shot in the dark. Y/N didn’t know if Harry would love it or hate it, but she’d read it in a couple of stories, so she figured that it might work on him a little. If it didn’t, then she imagined he’d be such a mess because of his rut that he might not notice/remember if she said something embarrassing. She’s a little nervous, to be honest, but it came out relatively naturally in that moment, without her having to think about it. 

Harry likes it. He really, really likes it. 

Enough that, one minute, she’s not putting much of any weight on Harry’s face and the next, she squeals when she feels an arm wrap around her thigh and yank her down harder onto him. It takes her a second to realize what’s happened, especially when he goes back to lap at her clit before pulling it into his mouth and sucking hard. One of Harry’s restraints he had already broken out of; the rope frayed and snapped on the bed beside them. His grip is strong, unyielding, as his fingers dig into the flesh of her thighs at first. Then they slip over, pulling her open a little further for him, which makes her even more sensitive. 

Her orgasm crashes over her intensely, suddenly. She doesn’t even get a warning out when she starts to cum, hips bucking and grinding against his tongue, while he greedily laps her up. Y/N can feel herself getting even wetter, dripping over his mouth, and Harry sucks and swallows it all up like it’s the best treat she could have given him. 

She twitches away from him, and Harry lets her go, loosening his arm so that she can unstraddle his face. 

“Sorry,” he doesn’t even look like he broke a sweat, but Y/N can feel it building on the back of her neck, just about crumbling to the mattress, thighs shaking. “I – I didn’t mean to break out of that; I just- you can’t call me that, or else I lose my mind a little.” 

Y/N giggled, resting her hand against his chest, feeling his heart thud against her palm, “If it gets a reaction like that, I’m calling you alpha all night,” she told him, “Are you ready to knot me?” 

Harry’s heart speeds up, but Y/N tries not to bring it up and tease him for it, though it’s really cute. 

“Please,” he nods, “Please, I – I need it. Wanna be close.” 

Y/N giggles, nodding. She reaches down to pull her top off, adding it to the head of his little nest she’d made. Harry’s eyes latch onto her tits, bare to him now, and his free hand lifts but hesitates. Y/N snorts, goes to straddle his hips, but takes his hand into hers and leads him to her breast. Harry kneads at one, running his thumb over her nipple, feeling as it pebbles and stiffens beneath the pad of it. 

“Pretty tits,” Harry murmurs, almost like he didn’t mean to say it out loud, “Want to suck on them.” 

“I’ll let you,” she murmurs, “Later, yeah? Alpha needs to knot me first.” 

Harry’s legs tremble, hips bucking in the air. His cock smears against her, slots between her folds for a second, and makes them both moan. Whatever version of werewolf birth control that Harry was taking meant she didn’t have to wear a condom, so Y/N doesn’t really worry about the cum that’s all over him still. She reaches between them; her palm presses against his shaft and holds him against her while she grinds against him. It’s so weird to feel, actually, to sense the bump of his knot when she ruts low enough. Weird, but so good – Y/N’s excited about it, even though she knew it would stretch her to absolute capacity. But she doesn’t even feel nervous about it. She thinks Harry is more nervous. 

Y/N lifts her hips, presses the tip of his cock against her hole. She sinks onto him slowly, taking a slow, deep breath as she lowers onto him. It’d been a while since she’d fucked someone so big, but stretching the little that she did makes it just a touch easier. Harry’s hand slips from her breast, caressing her ribs, and goosebumps glitter all over her skin. He squeezes her side, his thumb digging into her belly and the rest into her back. Harry moans, but he doesn’t look away from her. Like he wants to catch every little moment of it. 

She stops, just short of his knot, and rocks back and forth on him a little, getting used to him. Even without all of him inside, he’s reaching and feeling places that she wasn’t sure she had. The head nudges against her G-spot and makes her squeeze all over, which – in turn – squeezes the breath out of Harry. 

“S’it feel good, baby?” He asks, especially when Y/N’s hands rest on his chest and curl against his torso. 

Y/N laughs a little, nodding, “Yeah,” she murmurs, “I’m your baby now?” 

“Yeah,” he nods, squeezing her, “I — I smelled you. I could smell you when I moved in, through the vents.”

She shudders, her thighs squeezing him in between, “Did I smell good?” He nods again, his legs shaking like it’s taking everything in him not to buck up into her. Y/N thinks it’s pretty cute, but part of her wishes he just would. Would do what his body wants. She’s never been good at taking control, especially when something is inside of her — her brain turns mushy and pulpy really quickly. 

“So fucking good.” With his free hand, he reaches up, slides his hand around the nape of her neck, and yanks her down closer, and Y/N squeals. Especially when he presses his nose against her throat, breathing in deeply, “Yes, I wish I could bottle it up.” 

Y/N bounces on him a little more – from this angle, it’s a little more difficult, but she works the best she can. Harry seems okay with it for a while, letting her do what she can. It feels good; she feels stretched full, toes curled on either side of his legs when the tip hits her G-spot. She whimpers, dragging her teeth against his shoulder, feeling her orgasm bubble and boil up in her gut. When she actually digs her teeth into his skin, though, he growls again, and his hand finds her hip again. She feels him spread out his legs, planting his feet against the mattress. There’s a little testing thrust that jostles her, and she bounces up and down on his cock, feeling his knot tug at her entrance. She gasps, holding onto his arms tightly and digging her fingers into his arms. 

“Harry –” 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, baby, just tell me to stop, and I will,” he said, “I can, I – just push me away and –” 

“I don’t want you to stop!” She shakes her head as best she can, moaning, muffling it against his skin, “Don’t you dare fucking stop.” 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you – I don’t want to stop,” he murmurs, “I can’t stop; need to knot you – gonna knot you, fuck you full, breed you up.” 

Y/N cums – she’s never been into breeding, but how Harry said it was pretty good. She’d let him fill her all the way up, fuck her full just how he wants. As she pulses around him, Harry keeps going, fucks into her nice and hard, and he’s moaning so loudly into her ear, she wonders if it kind of prolongs her orgasm. Or as soon as one finishes, the other starts, rapidly building up in her belly again. Harry whines, taking hold of her shoulder and biting down hard, the knot tugging on him again and again, until it finally pops through. She gasps when she feels it, stretched to capacity, and Y/N squeezes around him even tighter. Her pussy, her legs, her arms – it’s intense. It doesn’t hurt, so much as it’s overwhelming, and Y/N cums again. It takes her breath away as Harry grinds into her, and she’s sunk so far on his cock that her clit is rolling against his pelvis with each rock of his hips. 

The deep, sharp inhale she pulls in is released with another whiny, low moan. She tightens up around him, and Harry groans, low and deep, before she feels him start to fill her up. It’s good – it’s so, so, so good. Almost fulfilling, in a way, that she can feel the way the tension melts from his body. When she wriggles her hips, she’s stuck with him, nice and secure. Harry mewls, using his free hand to hold her still. 

“Good, so good,” he murmurs, nuzzling at the side of her head, pushing what Y/N realizes are kisses against her, “Such a good human for me, taking my knot so well.” 

“Ngh,” is the only sound Y/N could make in response, her brain putty and dough kneaded together. Harry giggles, petting down her back, catching his breath. 

They’re quiet for a little while, the only sound their heavy breathing and the fan whipping around above them. Y/N feels him when he finishes cumming, but his knot keeps them fixed together. It’s kind of nice, once her body has gotten used to the pressure, to just have him sitting there. Even if she was extra sensitive, she feels warm, satiated, and calm. 

“Are you okay, baby?” He murmurs, and Y/N nods. He sounds lucid enough, like maybe this wave of his rut had been settled with his knot. Harry nuzzles against her again, “You can sleep, if you want to. I won’t – if I get hard again, I’ll wait until you’re awake to start.” 

Y/N hums, nodding again. She thinks the only thing left to do now is sleep in his arm, safe and tucked away. Oh, wait – she picks her head up, even though it feels heavy, and leans over. She tugs the other knot undone so that his arm is loose, and he makes a questioning noise in his throat. “But –” he starts, but Y/N sinks back into him. 

“Can’t hold me properly with that arm up,” she murmurs, “C’mon alpha, keep me safe and warm.” 

His cock twitches inside of her while he wraps his arms around her body. 

“Are you sure I’m the first rut you’ve dealt with?” He inquires softly, “You’re too good at this.”