Prom Harry Part 2 blurb! (Patreon)

Hello! This is the second part to this blurb I wrote a while ago!! http://jawllines.tumblr.com/post/162849398214/yn-getting-stood-up-at-senior-prom-so-she-calls/ !! ______________________________________________________Y/N never imagined this would happen. After all the nights of fantasizing in her room late in the night, with her toes dug into the mattress and that sad pit in her stomach forming following her orgasm when she remembered Harry was with someone else just next door -- never had she thought this would happen. Never had she thought that she would catch Harry pulling at his cock in the bathroom with her name a sigh at his lips. Nor did she think she would have sunk to her knees and sucked him off after he asked her what she expected from him after taking care of her all soft and sad. Or even how wet she would feel between her thighs as he leads her to his bedroom. They don’t start off right away, simply because Y/N gets distracted by his room. She’d never been inside of his dorm before, so she was taking in what college had shifted him into if it had shifted him at all. He still has the same Fleetwood Mac poster strung up with lights around it like a shrine though, and the same variation of a cat calendar tacked up near his door. There’s a mirror with a pair of socks laying over the top (so he can find them in the morning), and few scattered clothing items on the ground. His room wasn’t a pigsty but it wasn’t tidy either, however his bed was neatly done up and she bets it still smells like Spring Rain fabric spray. Something glitters off the lights hung up that catches her gaze, dragging it to the nightstand. And her body is suddenly flooded with fondness as she sees the little heart figurine (he’d helped her ace that test) she had given him the night before he left for school, all teary-eyed and making him promise that he’d come visit her. “I’ll only be downtown, Love, stop acting like I’m flying overseas!” He had chastised her, but brought her into his arms all the same, and she felt safe and warm and loved there. She doesn’t realize that she’d stepped off to pick it up until a body comes close behind her, his hands skating her hair over to one side of her neck so he can rest his chin around her shoulder, “When I look at it I remember how sweet you looked, crying ‘cos you thought I’d abandoned you,” he murmurs, leaving a slow, gentle kiss at her skin, “Couldn’t decide if I wanted to hold you or fuck you that night to prove I’d be sticking ‘round, but I didn’t get to do either. Wish I could’ve done both.” “You can do both now.” She answers, setting the figurine down, and Harry chuckles warmly, the noise settling low in her belly and making her clench. “Eager,” he hums, his mouth raising to the lobe of her ear and nibbling at it carefully, “Alright then, Lovie, get on the bed fo’ me.” Y/N only proves him right in her haste to get to his bed -- she definitely was eager to feel him as he’d promised her in the bathroom. From years of wanting, to accepting that she’d never have him in the way that she desired, and wondering how she was going to deal with it when he something more long term than his high school flings lasted. . .now that it was an option. That she had a chance -- it was invigorating. It’s what makes her hook her fingers into the waistband of the sweatpants wiggling them down her legs, and Harry closes his eyes for a moment like he’s trying to get a hold of himself. He knees himself up on the bed, crawling over to where she’s placed herself, shaking his head and tutting his tongue. “Look at these!” He all but exclaims, reaching out and snapping the waistband of her panties against her hips, “Naughty little thing you are, you were planning on getting fucked t’night weren’t you?” Harry snaps them again and she squirms, squeaking out a soft noise that makes the side of his mouth quirk up, “Still don’ know if I’ll fuck you, Pet. Think I’m just g’na get you all worked up and fuck between these nice, soft thighs,” his hands stroke down to them, encouraging goosebumps to rise in the wake of his fingertips, a smile quirking at his mouth when she whines at him, “But first I gotta get you all drippy first don’t I?” He works quickly, bending down while simultaneously splitting her thighs open wide for him, running the flat, brunt of his tongue up the covered slit and his laugh against her is slightly muffled when she squeals and presses away, “Harry!” Her thighs close around him, and his arms slip around them to hold her still, “Jesus --” “You’re so cute,” he murmurs against her, nuzzling his nose right over her clit and Y/N feels herself pulsate, “G’na eat you right up.” He makes good on his promise, licking up the fabric once more, dampening it more so with his tongue than it had been with her own arousal. Then he uses two fingers, dragging the panties off to the side and looking over her with soft eyes, “Look at you,” he hums, breath ghosting over her and despite herself she clenches -- it’s embarrassing, because she knows he can see it, “You’re already so wet, Darling, did I do that to you?” He runs the pad of his thumb right over her clit just to watch her pussy jump again, “Swollen too, poor little thing. Better get you off soon, huh?” Y/N nods desperately, trying not to buck her hips up against the warmth of his breath, her lower belly trembling, “Yes, please,” pressing the heels of her palms into the mattress, the sheets curling around her fingers. The chuckle that leaves him reverberates through her lower half, nodding as he replaces his thumb with his mouth and suckles on her swollen bud. A moan catches in her throat as he begins lapping at her petals slowly, tugging the fabric harshly out of the way so it rubs into her skin but she barely pays mind to it. Can’t when everything is so wet and warm and his tongue licks deep in between her slippery folds, nestling closer and holding her closer. A groan leaves him, rumbling through her and she feels herself getting wetter. Harry draws back, merely to rip away the fabric from her body. It makes Y/N squawk some, what she would say was an unattractive noise, but Harry bites down hard on his lip and pushes her thighs wide for him once more. Presses her nose to her mound, and sucking kisses to her outer lips. His hands take place at her hips, squeezing little fleshy dents into the skin before he continues to caress her slit with his tongue. He keeps dipping it into her hole, humming these content little noises after each full taste of her. When he pops up, it’s only for a small breath, sighing softly, “You taste so sweet, baby,” he murmurs, pecking kisses along the inside of her thighs, “That boy was so stupid, leaving you all alone when you taste like this. . .fuckin’ idiot, he is.” He pushes another kiss right over her clit, all swollen and needy for his attention, “But s’good for me, innit? ‘Cos now I’ve got the softest, sweetest girl on my bed all for me and me alone.” Y/N melts, sinking into the mattress and pressing up into his mouth. She isn’t sure if it’s the possessiveness in his tone or the way he keeps talking and sighing dreamily, like he’d been waiting for this moment to come. It makes her whole body fizzle with butterflies, unraveling through her in a tirade of fluttering wings that tickle her insides. This, his enthusiasm tasting her, and the way he’s begun dipping his fingers around her hole to collect her juices and drag them down to her thighs. Finally, when he’s sunk one of his long, thick fingers into her and pushes against that soft spot that makes her eyes roll back and her body jerk -- his lips circled around her clit. The ballooning heat within her abdomen had finally filled to capacity, bursting so the warmth shockwaves through her body, a ragged mewl dragging from her mouth as her hips buck up and her hands twist all the way up in the soft sheets. Harry keeps her hips from jerking with his arm thrown over her waist, smiling against her as she comes undone and he only waits until she’s twitchy, sensitive, and pushing him away by the top of his head, to pull away. He snakes up her body, stopping only momentarily to drag the shirt up and over her head, letting his tongue flicker across her hardening nipple. Holds it between his teeth, smiling around it once again as a shudder rockets through her before popping off. Slides himself up to her face, nipping at her bottom lip playfully then licking into her mouth and their tongues meet, stroking against one another and she can taste herself on him. It’s a lot -- all of this is a lot, and it makes her feel dizzy. Harry’s warm and soft and he’s overtaking all of her senses in a flood. Drawing away from her, her licks at her lips, then giving her naughty grin, “Alreet Lovie,” he murmurs, reaching over to his bedside table and popping it open, coming up with a little bottle of Astroglide and pops the top, “Going to slip my cock between these pretty thighs,” he drizzles some of the cool liquid into his palm, warming it up before schlicking it down his cock. “Why not me?” She grumbles sulkily, her thighs feeling sticky, the burn in her belly returning, “Y’can fuck me if you want to. Don’ mind it.” Harry tsks at her, tapping at her thigh and beckoning her up, “M’I dunno,” he hums, pushing her thighs together firmly, painting his cock’s head up and down the little portion of her thighs he’s decided he’d fuck into. Her holds her ankles together, slinking them over his shoulder as he presses in between them, his mouth dropping open, lips plushy and a raspberry pink bitten swollen, looking slick. His eyes are closed, his forehead beginning to glisten with sweat, his hair mussed. A soft groan leaves him as he begins thrusting in and out, and Y/N tears her gaze from the glory that is him to look between her thighs, the achy red tip of his cock disappearing and reappearing between her thighs. She whines, wiggling her hips, her hand sliding down the sheets only this time her hand bumps into the one that’s holding him up. Hers flinch away like they might have stung her, but Harry moves his hand forward so that they can interlock their fingers. Opening his eyes, he looks down at her with a soft smile, “You feel so good jus’ like this, Love, can’t imagine what it must be like inside you,” he murmurs, “But I think m’gonna just fuck your pretty thighs until I cum t’night. If you’re good for me, I’ll fuck you in the morning.” Sucking her bottom lip into her mouth, as much as she’d like to complain, but Harry has always been one about keeping his word (once he told her if she pouted even once when they were hanging out, he wouldn’t let her have a slice of his friend Adam’s cake since he always gets the best cakes, and she pouted. Come two months later when it actually mattered, Harry didn’t get her any) and if she whined she doesn’t think he’d fuck her at all. Which is a chance she isn’t quite willing to take, so she nods, “I’ll be good.” She promises and Harry’s eyes nearly roll to the back of his head, fluttering shut and she feels his cock twitch between her thighs. Tightening her thighs for him, she feels as he thrusts a little sloppier, and he’s so pretty as he cums undone. His lips are still all bitten swollen, his cheeks flushed a pretty pink, a few strands of hair sticking to his forehead and he’s moaning loudly as the first spurt of cum leaves the tip and lands on her tummy soundly. Then another, and another, until Harry’s emptied himself out all over her stomach and he’s slouching a bit into her, attempting to catch his breath.He removes himself from between her thighs, a small contented sigh leaving him as he gently places her legs back on the bed. Before he can think to wipe her stomach though, Y/N slips some off of her skin onto her fingertips and brings them to her mouth. It tastes nice -- she wishes she could’ve swallowed it all -- and when she looks up to Harry, he’s got his brows raised with pleasant shock.“Christ, Love,” he rubs her thigh comfortingly, “You’re definitely going to get fucked really nice t’morrow morning, yeah? You want that?” Y/N nods quickly and Harry giggles -- he giggles! It makes her heart burst, “For now though, m’gonna clean you up, we’re going to order some late night take out, watch another movie, and we’re cuddling ‘til we fall asleep. That sound good?” Y/N nods, smiling wide. She’d never been so happy to be stood up in her life.