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@itsgigikay
Masterlist
Harry Styles
Series
Did We Do It
When It All Started
Kiwi Part I
Kiwi Part II
Fine Line Part I
Fine Line Part II
One shot
My Gracie
* = 18+. 2025 Lists. 2024 Lists. Some Tags
The Pitt
* Did I Do It To Myself? - Jack Abbot + * Baby Goes Again + * Early Mornings - Michael Robinavitch - @docrobinavitch
If I could Disappear Beneath The Leaves - Michael Robinavitch + Jack Abbot - @espressheauxs
A Nice Relaxing Bath - Jack Abbot - @scarletttries
Jack Abbot + Meet-Cute - Michael Robinavitch - @ofstarsandvibranium
Michael Robinavitch - @aryacoulson
Crush - Jack Abbot - @mrsabbot
Sunday Sunlight - Michael Robinavitch - @kedsandtubesocks
Coffee Swap - Jack Abbot - @tedmustache
Accidentally Became Important At Work - Michael Robinavitch - @robbyology
Hey, Sweetheart - Jack Abbot - @youvebeenlivingfictional
* Trouble - Jack Abbot - @thesewordsareallihavetogive
Not The Sharing Type - Michael Robinavitch - @jacksabbotts
Admitting - Jack Abbot - @miley1442111
* Guide + * Haunted - Jack Abbot - @abbotjack
20/20 Vision - Jack Abbot - @glamorizethechaos
* Little Luxuries - Jack Abbot - @hashtagsupershitt
Five Minutes At A Time - Jack Abbot - @yakshxiao
* Please Don’t Stop - Michael Robinavitch - @pope-codys
* I’m Not Jealous -Michael Robinavitch - @m-robinavitch
Drunk Jack Abbot - @jackrrabbot
Marvel
Fake Married - Bucky Barnes - @heldbybarnes
Bra - Bucky Barnes - @bckyslover
Friendly Neighbours - Sam Wilson + * Animalistic - Winter Soldier- @castielscaplan
* Get Jealous - Bucky Barnes - @barnesandashes
* Frank Castle - @thyme-in-a-bubble
* Whatever You Want - Bucky Barnes - @navybrat817
Other
Matchy Match - Andrew Cody - @bitters-n-sweets
* All Of You All Over Me - Andrew Cody - @punkgeekcryptid
* Worth Melting For - Andrew Cody - @yourlipstogodsears
* Want and Need - Andrew Cody - @mercvry-glow
* Favourite Positions - Charlie Reid, Andrew Cody, Jack Abbot, Michael Robinavitch - @science-hoes
* Canines Of The Saviour - Charlie Reid - @robbyology
Fake Boyfriend - Andrew Cody + Wife Moodboard - Charlie Reid - @erwinsvow
Shawnstown: Peaky Blinders - Charlie Reid + Fires - Clayton Emerson - @bullet-prooflove
I Don’t Like People Touching What’s Mine - Copia - @avocado-writing
* Waiting Game - Chibs Telford - @little-miss-dilf-lover
Clark Kent and the Lavender Skirt - @luveline
* Taking A Break - Carmen Berzatto - @etclouie
Enjoy
m-robinavitch’s kinktober 2025
: ̗̀➛welcome to my first actual kinktober!
: ̗̀➛warning 18+ MDNI: each fic will also have their own content warnings about what they contain.
: ̗̀➛author's notes: I’m not really following a specific prompt list, mostly a mix of prompts for this year and last and- well I do what I want. this will be mainly porn without plot, some fics will be ones I already have been writing/sequels to old fics that people have asked for/connected to other fics or even connected to each other- but can be read as standalones! Most won’t be more than 1k words unless I’m feeling fancy. I hope you all enjoy this and are as excited for this as I am!
.·:*¨ ✘ showtimes ✘ ¨*:·.
Day 1: Jack Abbot | Oral Sex - Punishment
Day 2: Charlie Reid | Kneeling – Dacryphilia
Day 3: Michael "Robby" Robinavitch | Outdoor Sex - Clothed Sex
Day 4: Andrew "Pope" Cody | Possessive Sex - Infidelity
Day 5: Sammy Bryant | Anal Sex - Prone Bone
Day 6: Jack Abbot | Masturbation - Orgasm Control
Day 7: Charlie Reid | Age Gap - Thigh Riding
Day 8: Michael "Robby" Robinavitch | Exhibitionism - Nipple Play
Day 9: Andrew "Pope" Cody | Voyeurism - Edging
Day 10: Eddie Hicks | Quiet Sex - Biting
Day 11: Jack Abbot | Webcam - Dildo
Day 12: Charlie Reid | Mirror Sex
Day 13: Michael "Robby" Robinavitch | Choking/Gagging - Cum Eating
Day 14: Andrew "Pope" Cody | Finger Sucking
Day 15: Jack Abbot and Emery Walsh | Threesome
Day 16: Jack Abbot | Accidental Sex - Outercourse
Day 17: Charlie Reid | Forced Orgasm - Overstimulation
Day 18: Michael "Robby" Robinavitch | Medical Play - Virginity
Day 19 : Andrew "Pope" Cody | Body Worship
Day 20: Sammy Bryant| Semi-Public
Day 21: Jack Abbot | Strap-On - Hair Pulling
Day 22: Charlie Reid | Praise Kink - Power Play
Day 23: Michael "Robby" Robinavitch | Hot Tub Sex
Day 24: Eddie Hicks | Multiple Orgasms - Ignoring Safe Word
Day 25: Jack Abbot | Hate Sex - Shower Sex
Day 26: Charlie Reid | Handcuffs - Somnophilia
Day 27: Michael "Robby" Robinavitch | Breeding Kink - Creampie
Day 28: Eddie Hicks | Intoxication - Dubcon
Day 29: Jack Abbot and Michael "Robby" Robinavitch | Double Penetration - Impact Play
Day 30: Sammy Bryant | Consensual Non Consent
Day 31: Charlie Reid | Kidnapping
Pairing: Dr. Michael Robinavitch x Doctor!Reader (fem) 📎 Warnings: Fluff, family chaos, dad jokes so bad they might be a medical emergency, light language, mentions of past teen pregnancy, one (1) Belgian Malinois with too much energy, and an 8-year-old attempting crazy scientific experiments. 📅 Series: The Robinavitch Chronicles
tagging: @kmc1989 @nowandajenn @stefanmikaleson1864 @beebeechaos @sweetwanderlust05
🩺 Summary:
Welcome to the barely controlled chaos of the Robinavitch household—where the operating room is somehow less stressful than breakfast time. Dr. Y/N is a badass senior resident, Michael a genius attending with the patience of a saint (most days), and their three kids—Sawyer (teen with a sass level over 9000), Alex (mad scientist in training), and Spencer (tiny terror in a tutu)—keep them on their toes. Add in Kojo, their overprotective Belgian Malinois who thinks he’s part babysitter, part security detail, and you’ve got a family sitcom disguised as a medical drama.
Expect: snack-fueled standoffs, bubble bath bribes, science experiments gone rogue, and enough love to keep this whole circus together.
Paging all readers: Things are about to get adorably unhinged.
Author note: You can share and tag me, but I forbid anyone from stealing my work and making it yours. I put my heart and soul into coming up with this series. Unfortunately, I have witnessed creators coming across this problem.
Episodes:
Episode one ~ Chaos in scrubs
Episode Two ~ Saturdays Are for Pancakes and Trouble
Episode Three ~ Interrupted: A Bedtime Tragedy
Episode Four ~ No Locked Doors, Just Trauma
Episode five ~ Babysitter’s Survival Guide
Episode Six ~ Parent-Teacher Purgatory
Episode Seven ~Camp Chaos & Royal Decrees
Episode eight ~The Littlest Doctor
Episode Nine ~ Operation Birthday Surprise: Paging Dr. Daddy
Episode Ten ~ Threat Level Spencer
Episode Eleven ~ The (Not So) Scary Medical Masquerade
Episode Twelve -Operation: No One Find Us (Please)
Episode Thirteen -Paging Dr. Mom and Dr. Dad – Career Day Chaos
Episode Fourteen- Code Pink: Spencer Silence
Episode Fifteen - Shift Leader Spencer” – Operation: No Grandma, No Peace
Episode Sixteen - aloha chaos: the Robinavitch's edition
Episode Seventeen - Memoirs of a Mini Mob Boss” – Life According to Spencer Robinavitch
“Episode Eighteen -The Case of the Midnight Brownie Bandit”
“Episode Nineteen - The Glitter Queen’s Sixth Birthday: A Sparkly Roast
“Episode twenty - No Interruptions”
Episode twenty-one -The Return of the Mini Mob
Episode twenty two - "Tiny Heart, Big Drama"
Episode twenty three - "Operation: First Date (With Kojo On Duty)"
Episode twenty four -Episode Title: “Big Sisters, Secrets & Snitches”
Episode twenty five- “The Test”
Episode twenty- six - Episode Title: “Ghosts in the Parking Lot”
Episode twenty -seven - “Sisters, Secrets & Spencer’s Showdown
Episode twenty eight - "A New Day at The Pitt"
Episode twenty nine -"A Day in the Life of the Robinavitch Family
Episode thirty - “The Saturday Choice”
Episode thirty-one - “A seat at the table”
Episode thirty two -“Kojo Appreciation Day”
Episode thirty three -ROBINAVITCH HOME
Episode thirty four -“Almost There”
Episode thirty five - “Welcome, Jake”
Episode thirty six - Final Chapter: “The Legacy Continues
Epilogue: A New Beginning
Eddie Diaz (911) Masterlist
So it turns out there's a limit to how many links you can add it into a single post. So my old 911 masterlist is now the Evan Buckley masterlist, and this is a separate one for Eddie.
Evan Buckley Masterlist
Eddie Diaz:
Family
You Look Happy
I Kept Calling
Melting Away
Father’s Day
Is It Bad?
No Interruptions
That’s My Wife
Let Him Burn
You Invited Everyone?
He Choked
C-section
Disgrace
Don't You Dare
Annual Party
Overload
Seaside Charades
He's Safe
No School
So Much Better
They're Joined
Rumbled
Taught a Lesson
Evening Trips
They Needed Help
I'm Right Here
I Promise
Mended Hearts
Christmas Revelations
No Rhythm
Stay With Me
Late Night Fights
Get My Husband
She's My Daughter
Thank Me Later
Did I Fall?
You've Been Hurt
Don't Tease
Bedroom Talk- Masterlist
Unexpected Surprise
Take It Easy
Medic Mode
Ballet Dancer
My Little Man
He's Not One Of Us
Touch-Starved
My Warning
A Special Guest
I'll Deal With Him
Prepare For A Storm
All These Kids
Severe Reaction
Be Our Midwife
On Sick Leave
You'll See Him Soon
Toughen Up
The Threat Of You
We'll Sort This
Now You're In Trouble
Small Mercies
You're Staying Right Here
A Family Gathering Part 2 Prequel
Attacked Part 2
Stress Levels Part 2
Make It Stop Part 2
Saving Grace Part 2
I Need To Help You Part 2
The Proper Experience Part 2
Doctor! Eddie AU:
I'm Her Doctor
Cause Of Malpractice
uncle harry
gif by @kiwikiwiandkiwi <3
im so soft rn, enjoy !
MASTERLIST | MY PATREON
The phone ringing in the middle of the night meant bad news most of the times.
However, when you and Harry were woken up by the sound of his ringtone, his mum on the other line frantically saying "It's time! The baby is coming!", you couldn't be happier.
Gemma broke the news that she was expecting a few months ago and Harry was man enough to admit that he cried a waterfall, not being able to contain his happiness over becoming an uncle.
And you were absolutely melted at the sight of him being excited about it, every single time he went out, he would come back with stuff for the baby, he face-timed his sister every night and overall he couldn't stop talking about being an uncle.
When Harry found out that he was going to have a niece, his excitement reached a whole new level. He started planning everything, from what he would teach her to the tattoo he would get for her once she was born, and once again, it made your heart burst to see your boyfriend so excited.
So now you headed to the hospital, ready to meet the brand new addition to the Styles family.
"I'm so excited," Harry said as he drove through the streets of London, holding your hand, "I can'y believe Gemma is a mummy now, feels like just yesterday we were pulling each other's hair and arguing over the last piece of cheesecake."
You smiled at him, kissing his knuckles softly and placing your intertwined hands on your thigh, "Feels like just yesterday I met her for the first time at your show, I was so nervous!"
"You really were, lovie," he smiled at the memory, "And you ended up becoming inseparable."
"What can I say? She's the cooler Styles."
Harry gave you a side eye and then laughed along with you, the rest of the drive was quiet and soon enough you were pulling up to the hospital where a few family members already stopped by to meet the little bundle of joy.
"Are you ready to meet your niece?" you turned to look at him as you unbuckled your seat belt, noticing that he had small tears in his eyes, "H? Baby are you crying?" you grabbed his chin and couldn't help but smile tenderly when he looked at you with watery eyes, "Oh my gosh, you're too adorable."
"I just, I can't believe I'm about to meet my sister's baby, that's insane."
You kissed his lips shortly, grabbing his face with both of your hands when you pulled away.
"She's already so lucky to have the best uncle in the world," you pecked his lips again, "Now let's go, I'm eager to meet her too."
You and Harry entered the hospital, hand in hand, ready to meet the newest member of the Styles family. As you approached Gemma's room, you could hear the sounds of laughter and joy coming from inside.
When you walked in, you were greeted by a room full of close family members, the room was pretty spacious and had a spare area where visitors could hang around without disturbing Gemma and the baby. Anne immediately approached both of you, happiness radiating from her eyes.
"You made it!" she said as she hugged you, turning to Harry when you pulled away, "H, baby! I'm a grandmother!"
"And I'm an uncle! Holy shit!"
You melted at the interaction, over the years the Styles-Twist family had taken you as one of their own and you were happy to be present for important moments like this.
"How is Gem? Is she awake? Can we see the baby now?" Harry eagerly asked after hugging his mom.
"She is fine, doing amazing," Anne said proudly, "Michal is inside with her, let's go."
Anne guided you to the door that lead to Gemma's private room, Harry squeezed your hand and you walked next to him, excitement evident on his every step.
Anne opened the door, peeking her head inside, "Your brother is here."
You and Harry walked in, Gemma was lying on the bed looking tired but happy nevertheless, a tiny head peeking from the blanket on her arms.
"About damn time, I was about to pick a different godfather for her if he didn't show up soon," Gemma sassed, making Harry turn his head back in laughter.
"Dammit, you're really a mum now," he approached his sister, you decided to stay back with Anne, "The bloke your brought to my concert years ago really was the one huh? Who would've thought."
"What can I say, mate? You trying to sabotage our date was kind of our blessing." Michal chimed in, standing next to Harry and patting his back.
"Congratulations, mate. I can't think of a better guy for my sister." Harry said as he hugged him, everyone looking at the scene tenderly.
"Are you going to stand there or are you going to hold your niece now?" Gemma wiggled his eyebrows at Harry, holding out her arms to him.
Harry took the baby into his arms, his face lighting up with pure joy. He cradled her gently, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Hello, beautiful," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "I'm your Uncle Harry, and I already love you so much."
You felt your eyes get watery at the sight, Harry looked up at you and urged you to come closer to him and the baby.
"This is your auntie," he cooed to the baby again once you were standing next to him, "She's the coolest ever and makes the best pancakes, you're going to absolutely love her just like I do."
"She's gorgeous," you said as you looked at the baby's face, "Congratulations, Gem."
"Thank you," Gemma said softly, a tired smile on her face but her eyes shining with gratitude.
"Just so you know," Harry looked at Gemma with a serious face, "She's not allowed to have any boyfriends until she's like 30."
Michal laughed and agreed with Harry, you rolled your eyes at him and Gemma shook her head.
"Uncle overprotective, that's what you are," Gemma said, a yawn coming out of her mouth right after, "I can't even imagine how is it going to be when you have your own kid."
You felt butterflies in your stomach at this, Harry giving you a small smile and winking at you.
"Let me put a ring on her finger first please," he turned to look at Gemma, "Because unlike you, sister, I'm not having children out of wedlock."
"Come on, now!" Michal protested, making the entire room laugh.
Hours passed and Harry was glued to the baby, babbling nonsense to her and cooing at every little thing she did. Eventually Gemma drifted off to sleep and that was everyone's cue to leave and let both her and the baby rest.
"I'm so happy right now," Harry said as you drove back to your house, "I feel so happy for Gemma, and for our family."
"She's going to be the best mum ever," you looked away from the window to face him, "And you're going to be the best uncle."
"Thank you for being here with me today, for sharing this moment with me. I love you."
"I love you too," you replied, leaning in to kiss him softly. "I'm so happy for you, for all of us. Today was perfect."
"And I meant what I said back there, I'm not letting her have a boyfriend until she's 30."
"Whatever you say, uncle overprotective!"
THIS IS SO MUSHYYYYYYY - He's the best uncle 🥺 And I love how protective he is -no boyfriend's until she's 30 😂
Super excellent writing! Gahhh!!
xoxo
PLEASE HIS SHORT ARE DANGEROUSLY LOW!!!
I’m trying to be normal about this.
NOTHING ABOUT THIS IS OKAY!!
A Good Boy Masterlist
A stepmom!reader x stepson!harry forbidden romance au
Summary: Harry's got the hots for his young stepmom and she's pretty fond of him too. But they're both trying really hard to be good.
A/N: In this story, Y/n meets her stepson, Harry, when he's already an adult in college. For the parts written, he is 21 and she is 27. She is 6 1/2 years older than he is.
Warnings: 18+, NSFW, inappropriate / forbidden romance, smut, angst, cheating, lies & secrets, age gap
1. Surrender (21.4k words)
The one where they finally give in to their desires (should be read first).
2. No Panties? (8.8k words)
Harry visits his dad and stepmom for dinner and he begs Y/n to let him stay in her room after Leo goes to bed.
3. Overheard (14.4k words)
Leo's out of town and someone finds out about their secret.
4. A Mistake
more to come
5. When in Greece
more to come
Tags: @becauseheartsgetbroken-hs @shishcabobsworld @daphnesutton @spinnerswife69 @holy-macncheese-balls @cookielovesbook-akie @lilfreakjez
I NEED to be added to this please😩
Harry Styles: Love On Tour (2021 - 2023)
Love On Tour Collection
2021 - 2022 - 2023
Love On Tour Forever
extra tags:
overwhelmed
fine line live
little freak live
grapejuice
the banana song
Masterlist
* denotes smut
all works are 18+
Harry Styles
Ruin(series)*
Walk Through Fire For You
Simplicity*
Just A Little Taste*
Little Freak*
Can’t Get You Off My Mind*
Could We Live With Just A Taste*
Blurbs
harry fingering yn in the mirror*
watch your mouth
Chris Evans and characters
Sebastian Stan and characters
Andrew Lincoln and characters
Matthew Gray Gubler and characters
He was staring at her in a way no one had in her entire life. She couldn’t read anything in his eyes - not surprise, not fear, not malicious intent - nothing. (wolfrry, werewolf!harry, alpha!harry, ranger!y/n)
Lupus Noctis- Masterlist, Author’s Note & Warnings
Chapter 3 / alternatively, read on wattpad
Chapter 4 (word count: 10k)
When Harry was sure Y/N had fallen asleep he prepared his spot on the couch to settle in for the night. He knew he wasn’t going to sleep well. First of all, the couch would barely fit his large frame comfortably. Harry was used to sleeping in his large, plush bed back home with lots of space to stretch out. And of course, there was the fact that the girl was just in the other room.
Sitting down on the couch and stretching he looked at his nephew who was watching him closely. Harry didn’t normally sleep at the cabin so the pup seemed confused that he was there, but also there was something accusatory behind his eyes again, “What? Don’t look at me like that. Go into the bedroom with Y/N and watch over her for the night why don’t you? You’ll be more useful in there anyway.” Harry got up from the couch with a pillow in hand, opening the door for his nephew to enter the bedroom with Y/N. He tossed the pillow down on the floor next to the foot of the bed and looked at the pup, gesturing to the pillow, “Go on. This is your bed for the night,” he whispered.
Watching his nephew curl up on the pillow he looked back at the girl lying on his bed fast asleep, hoping her dreams were kind with no thought of the wolves who’d earlier threatened her life. He gently closed the door behind himself, trying to make as little noise as possible.
Harry also needed to be alone with his thoughts. No distractions or other beings near him. Just peace and silence. The pup wasn’t usually noisy or anything but sometimes he wanted to sleep next to Harry and curl into his side at night when he stayed in the cabin with his nephew, and Harry didn’t have the heart to shoo him away, even though he wasn’t used to having to share his personal space. But tonight, he just wanted to be alone and reflect.
With the quiet finally surrounding the cabin, Harry began to undress himself. He paused for a moment considering that the girl was in the cabin with him but shrugged to himself. He always slept naked anyway. And he’d have a sheet over himself just in case she were to walk in. Not that he minded if she saw him. With his clothes draped over the back of the couch and his boots neatly placed side by side, he laid back into the cushions and closed his eyes.
He wanted to find sleep quickly but it didn’t come. He normally didn’t have trouble falling asleep. However, it wasn’t a surprise to him that he couldn’t get the girl off of his mind. He tried. He really did. He thought of everything but her. He tried to remember the story his uncle had told him about their lineage when he was young. He thought about all of the responsibilities he had on his plate that he wasn’t sure he was truly ready for. He even thought about the car he had at his home and how he needed to have it washed. He stared up at the ceiling and looked at the wood knot and tried counting the circles one by one… But none of that was good enough. She was all he could focus on. And the worst part was he couldn’t control his body’s response.
But Y/N was fast asleep, unaware of the turmoil Harry was going through just the room over. He was cradling his hard cock in his hand and willing himself into a calm state. But he failed. He couldn’t resist the urge to stroke himself slowly to relieve the ache. He was painfully hard and he couldn’t stop imagining having the girl bent over the arm of the couch or spread out on his big bed at home. He grunted quietly at the thought of it because he knew if he turned up the charm just a little bit with her she’d be putty in his hands and he wouldn’t need to imagine it any longer. The skin along his shaft moved with his hand and he rubbed over his slit softly. Just a little. Just to relieve the ache, he told himself. He couldn’t believe the way he was reacting to her. He realized that he was attracted to her but the way he was behaving was usually reserved for a mate. She was a human. He was a beast. She would lead a normal and relatively mundane life if she were lucky. He was an alpha leader and his life would never be mundane. He could only ever wish for a mundane life like most humans experienced. But that wasn’t in the cards for him.
But none of that mattered to him when she was close enough to smell. Just in the other room. With her pants off. The dried sweat on her skin. The smell that emanated from her when they made any kind of prolonged eye contact. She was aroused. Even if it didn’t wet her panties, he smelled the pheromones pouring from her. If he played into those soft glances and all the moments he touched her that made her heart pound for a just bit longer it would have resulted in her aroused state physically manifesting itself.
He let out a quiet sigh as he tossed and turned. He swallowed and stuffed his nose into his pillow and it only reminded him that she was sleeping in his bed and her scent would permeate everything. He pressed his hips down into the couch to relieve the small ache in his dick. He hated that this was how he reacted to her. And if it wasn’t enough, her scent wasn’t the only thing that he was drawn to. He liked her voice. He liked the way her skin looked smooth and soft. He loved how small she seemed next to him. He liked her attitude too. She was tough and brave. There were things about her personality that reminded him of some of the alpha females he was drawn to as well. Though she was clearly only human, he liked the way she carried herself. And the way she challenged him without hesitance. No one had ever defied him the way she did. No one would stare into his eyes and hold their ground with such nerve. Not man nor beast. And it all just made her that much more desirable. And of course, being a male, he was a visual creature so he imagined what she’d look like taking him. Would that even be possible? He had to stop. His thoughts were wrong.
Eventually, he rolled to his back and tucked his hands behind his head. He needed to make sure his hands weren’t anywhere near his hardened prick. Closing his eyes he sighed and finally sleep found him but he wasn’t free of her even in his dreams.
Waking up, Y/N was startled upon opening her eyes and taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. It all came back to her when the pain in her leg made its presence known. She must’ve moved it when she flinched and now she had to bite her tongue and not make any noise so as to not wake up the man– Harry. His name was Harry, she reminded herself, and the moment they shared when he’d finally told her. She didn’t regret telling him she’d been mistaken about him. Even though the cabin was still a mystery, she could tell he wasn’t a bad person. Not at all.
Hearing a small whine and a huff, she realized she was not alone. The pup was in there with her. She didn’t remember it there when she went to sleep, Harry must’ve brought it in along with a pillow to sleep on. She placed her index finger over her lips and gestured for it to keep quiet. She felt silly right after she’d done it- but somehow in the moment the little one seemed to have understood her.
It was barely breaking dawn outside, and he was no doubt still fast asleep on the couch in the other room. She didn’t want to wake him up, surely he was still tired from carrying her all the way back to the cabin the previous night alone- though he never showed it. But she had an ulterior motive as to not to wake him up- and that was, she needed to pee quite urgently. And the last thing she wanted was for him to offer to carry her outside or something embarrassing like that. He seemed hell-bent on ensuring her ankle recovered properly.
Maybe he just wanted her out of his hair. The faster she could walk back to her car, the less likely he was gonna need to carry her out of there himself.
Y/N tried her level best to not put any weight on her right foot while she got off the bed, and although her initial plan had been to pull her pants on, she quickly realized that was near impossible without assistance. Not to mention how difficult it would make her task outside.
Leaning on her left, she hopped around as quietly as possible, which proved quite difficult with how the hardwood floor was creaking with every step, much less hop. She debated taking off her left boot she’d put on to go outside, but then her socks would get soiled and she really didn’t want that. She fished out wet wipes from her backpack and popped chewing gum into her mouth.
Opening the door to the bedroom quietly, she peered outside and took in the view before her. She could only see the back of the sofa the man had gone to sleep on, so she assumed he was still there.
Leaning her palm against the wall for more stability, she resumed hopping her way to the entryway when a very deep groan stopped her in her tracks. For a second she thought the sound had come from the pup, but it was way too small to emit such a guttural noise. Looking over her shoulder she caught sight of the man sitting up on the sofa, a measly sheet covering his midsection. It was barely covering anything, in truth, since he was quite obviously completely naked underneath, so much so that she was certain she could see the outline of his morning wood. There was no mistaking that for anything else–
“Y/N.” Harry cleared his gruff morning voice while rubbing at his face tiredly. “Where do you think you’re headed?”
She was at a loss for words as she tried to collect her thoughts enough to form a coherent sentence. His disheveled morning hair, his nakedness, his tattoos. His eyes looked so intense in the morning. His five o’clock hint of a stubble accentuating the shape of his lips…
“I– I’m sorry, I tried not to wake you up, but I need to pee and it’s quite urgent.”
She didn’t miss the way his eyes scanned her head to toe unashamedly. He wasn’t being subtle about it at all. After lingering over what she could just assume was the curve of her ass peeking through the dress shirt no doubt, his lustful gaze lowered inch by inch until it landed on her booted leg and her other bandaged one that she tried her best to keep off the ground. His expression changed and his eyes shot up back to hers “I’ll take you.”
Y/N squeezed her eyes shut, cringing “Harry- please don’t fight me on this. I’d rather my bladder explode than have you help me go pee.”
His brows furrowed as though she’d just told him the most outrageous thing he’d ever heard “Why are you being so weird about your body? I’ve already seen you naked, remember? So you have to wee, every living thing does. Get over yourself.”
He was about to throw the sheet off of himself when she turned her head back facing the entryway. She’d seen him flaccid and had been dickmatized ever since. She couldn’t handle it at full mast, she just couldn’t.
Facing away from him, she could hear him shuffling around probably getting dressed “Can you just drop it, please? I’ll be fine. I’ll lean against the wall and be done in no time. Just please… give me some privacy.”
Harry scoffed behind her and she didn’t wait for his reply, hopping off as quickly as she could muster and even closing the door behind her.
But after she chose her spot as far away from any windows as possible (ideally, she’d have chosen a spot in the bushes but she couldn’t hop all the way over there on uneven ground and she knew it) she realized peeing outdoors, as a woman, involved crouching. Which she couldn’t do. Her panties definitely made everything ten times more difficult. But she eventually made it work somehow.
How did this man live like this? Even if he only used the cabin in passing. She couldn’t go through this again- she just couldn’t. She needed to find a way to get back to her car this very day. She was in no condition to make the trek though. Not by a long shot. And there was no service here, so deep into the forest, to call for help.
She felt defeated. Hopping back to the front of the house she found Harry waiting in the doorframe, wearing just his skinny jeans. They left very little to the imagination with how tight they were on him,
“Done. Marked your wall just like a dog would its territory. Maybe consider building an outhouse at the very least…” she muttered while she limped, passing him by and going inside.
Harry paused at her remark, fighting off a smirk. “I’ll go hunt for something to eat. Bring back some fresh water from a nearby stream as well. Then I’ll take you to your car.”
“But– it’s so far away… there’s no way you can carry me all the way over there!”
“We’ll stop for breaks along the way. Besides, you weigh practically nothing.”
Y/N wanted to argue, but there just wasn’t any other way for her to get back home but for him to carry her to her car. And then, she’d call someone to drive her home. She couldn’t drive a stick using just her good foot.
Before she could argue, he took her in his arms and back to the bed, placing her on it gently, secured the pillows alongside her body again, then went back into the other room, grabbed a few of his favorite reads, and brought them to her, placing them within arm’s reach on the nightstand. “You can read or sleep some more while I’m gone, it’s still early. I won’t be too long.”
He was about to leave when she called after him and he popped his head back inside the bedroom.
“Are you taking the pup with you?”
“No?”
“Can it keep me company, then? I won’t let it back on the bed again, promise.”
Harry huffed and whistled, to which the pup responded by trotting his way into the bedroom.
“What’s its name?”
Harry looked at her for a long beat before answering “It’s Edward.”
Y/N let out a small incredulous laugh “Edward? What kind of name is that?!”
“What’s wrong with that name? It’s my own middle name.”
“What!? That’s even weirder! And I meant, what kinda name for a pet is that?”
Harry shrugged, “It suits him.”
“Okaaaay… He won’t uh- get aggressive, will he? I know he’s not a dog. And he’s been well-behaved during the night, but he was asleep…”
Harry stared at her for a long moment again. His expression unreadable. “He’d never hurt you.”
Y/N smiled, then lowered her gaze to the pup. “Hey, Eddie! Nice to know your name, finally.”
The pup wagged its tail and Y/N’s smile grew larger. It was pulling at Harry’s heartstrings to see her care for Edward like that. She was smart too, to notice even at such a young age that it wasn’t a dog. But she was still quite far off in her assumptions.
He’d been truthful, Edward would never hurt her. Not for lack of ability, though.
“I’ll be back as soon as possible,” he reiterated and when she gave him a small smile he promptly left before he could allow himself to mirror her expression.
Shifting into his wolf, he felt the freedom in his body as he bounded through the forest and easily caught two rabbits and a handful of quail. Easy to cook, and the girl would likely not question it as compared to him bringing back a whole deer or something. He hoped this amount of food would be sufficient. He wasn’t sure how much she would eat. As for himself, he had a large appetite. He knew humans didn’t eat as much but he couldn’t be sure about her appetite until he saw for himself.
It’d been a while since he’d hunted himself. Hunting was easy for Harry. He owned these woods. He commanded respect and his status was known far and wide. He preferred to hunt in the woods closest to his home. As an alpha, he had other responsibilities within his pack, of course. So he’s only ever done it when he volunteered. He was way more efficient at it anyway than those who trained for hunting their whole lives.
He didn’t use to shapeshift as much during the day either- but the woods around those parts were sufficiently remote so as to not risk anyone spotting a huge “wolf” in broad daylight.
It had taken him under 5 minutes to catch the game to eat. Now he would have to dilly-dally a bit so that Y/N wouldn’t question how fast he came back from hunting. Maybe he’d just tell her he had had snare traps set around the area.
So, for the sake of killing time, he skinned the rabbits, being sure to keep the furs intact for later use, and then de-feathered the quail in his human form. He started a fire in his pit outside the cabin and put the grates over the flames to get them hot. He didn’t always cook this way. His home had a beautiful chef’s kitchen with a high-end stove and double doored refrigerator that he preferred cooking in. He did hunt for a lot of his food, though. He liked the taste of the food he caught himself better than anything anyone else hunted. He prepped everything and got the fire going before getting back inside the cabin.
He halted in his tracks upon entering when he was met with her sleeping form on the couch. Where he’d deliberately slept, very uncomfortably since it didn’t quite fit his large frame, as to not have her accidentally fall over during the night. But what made him furrow his brows even further in confusion was first the smell- and then the sight of one of his favorite scotches on the coffee table next to her.
He walked over to her and took in the whole scene from up close. She was snuggled into the back of the couch, her foot terribly malpositioned. It was like she couldn’t even feel it. He then grabbed the bottle and inspected it, holding it up to the light peering through the window, he concluded she’d drunk a whole bunch of it. He’d barely touched that bottle!
He gave Edward an accusatory look “I told you to keep an eye on her!”
His nephew whined and Harry couldn’t hold back a snarl, making the former lower his gaze guiltily.
Bringing back his attention to her frame, he noticed her fidgeting a bit until finally opening her eyes to look at him.
“Care to explain this?” he held out the bottle in front of her.
She groaned, but he could tell it wasn’t from pain. She probably felt pretty numb with the amount she’d consumed.
“It’s stupid. I’m sorry. I’ll… replace the bottle.”
“That’s not the issue here, Y/N. I told you to stay put. In bed. Not here, where you could easily fall over the edge–”
“I fell- but not over the edge. I, uhm…” she sat upright and blew an exasperated huff, sending some of her face-framing hair strands flying around her. “I’d spotted a different book than the ones you brought me to bed, and I went to go get it… And I accidentally leaned on my bad foot. The pain was so bad…” she groaned again, burying her face in her hands “I just couldn’t even move from that spot, I kinda just… lay there on the floor next to the bookcase for a long while till I could bear moving again. I swear, I’m no cry baby… but the pain was horrible. I spotted your spirits and I just thought I’d take a sip or two… to take the edge off.”
“This is not just taking the edge off, Y/N. You drank more than half the bloody bottle! What were you thinking? Look at how you’re holding your leg- you haven’t even propped it up like I showed you!”
“Yeah- I feel much better, actually!” she grinned, switching from her previous demeanor in the blink of an eye. Oh, she was so far gone.
“No, you don’t. You’re just–” he exhaled through his nose, trying to hold off from being as direct as he wanted to be with her. She probably wouldn’t even remember him telling her off like this. She was quite intoxicated.
He took her appearance in. She was all rosy-cheeked and giggly and flustered. And how could she not be when she indulged so much?
“I really liked it- what is it, anyway? Never had anything like it. It’s not too strong, I really loved the aftertaste. And I was a bit thirsty too… I had nothing to drink in quite a while… Let’s have a toast!” she grabbed his forearm enthusiastically.
Harry’s eyes widened taking in the way the curious girl flirted with him. “Certainly not! And I told you I’d bring fresh water from the stream! I’ll take a look at the damage and then I’m taking you outside to eat.”
“Oh, yum! I’m starving! Are we having barbecue?”
Harry blinked at her, “Yeah-something like that. Now let me have a look.” he crouched next to the couch and took in the sight of her ankle. Even through her bandage, it looked considerably more swollen than when he’d left her. He’d have to change her dressing before they left the cabin- it wasn’t looking good at all. But first- he needed to get some food inside her belly. The girl was swooning even standing up on the couch watching him inspect her foot.
He took her into his arms again and she began giggling like a schoolgirl as he walked them outside and placed her on a tree trunk, and had her extend her bad foot and rest it on the other one he’d set up for himself by the fire. She was only in her shirt but this time around, she didn’t seem all that concerned with her state of undress.
He wanted to keep an eye on her. He sat next to her while Edward stayed by her side at her feet. Harry frowned at his nephew. He’d really taken a liking to Y/N. Harry could understand. There was just something about her.
The first time she happened upon, Harry was about to show Edward what it looked like to shift from human form to wolf form- the full moon aiding the process tremendously- in hopes of getting the young one to follow suit. He was doing his best to bond with his orphaned nephew. But when he smelled her and saw her he was startled and had to stop himself. He couldn’t have a human seeing him shift. He was lucky he hadn’t begun to show his other form when she saw him so he could quickly stop the process. But it did wear him out.
Stopping the shift was a big energy waste. It had him feeling lethargic and out of it, which is why he allowed Y/N to take his nephew in the first place. He needed to regain his stamina before he could feel normal again. And once he was up to it, he sniffed them out and found the ranger station where he was easily able to take Edward back.
Just thinking back on it made him smile. She had no idea he was there behind the door watching as she looked around and took Edward out to go to relieve himself. Humans lacked the more potent senses werewolves had. But she did smell his cologne. Luckily, that’s all she could smell. If she were a predator she would have smelled him, heard him. Maybe even felt his presence. But she wasn’t a predator. Not like Harry was.
She grabbed Edward from next to her, plopped him in her lap, and began petting him while Harry resumed cooking the meat over the fire.
“You’re such a good boy! Yes, you are! Oh, yes you are!” she scratched behind his ear. Y/N loved how dense his fur was. She liked pressing her palm into it and feeling how thick it was between her fingers. “Ohhhh! Harry! He’s purring!”
Harry shot the young one a quick glance that effectively made him stop. But Y/N didn’t notice that swift exchange.
“Eddie, I hope you like squirrel!”
“This isn’t squirrel!” Harry corrected her, taking full offense. He’d actually caught mares that were significantly larger than any squirrel.
“Well– they all kinda look the same without their fur don’t they Eddie? Bet they taste the same too.”
Harry muttered under his breath and then brought a piece that was sufficiently cooked over to her, pulling the meat from the bones and letting it cool a bit.
“Oh, yum! Look, Eddie, you do the honors!” she gave Harry a pointed look, just when he was about to take the piece of meat to his own mouth. After all, the alpha was the one to have the first bite, always. He stopped midway and brought it over to the little one instead, who of course nibbled at it a bit too enthusiastically, making Harry pull his hand back before he could chew on his own flesh next.
“See? Awwww. He was hungry.”
Harry pulled another piece off the bone and then stopped in his tracks again when Y/N opened up her mouth at him, sticking out her tongue slightly and closing her eyes.
Harry felt sweat begin to form at his temples, and it wasn’t due to his proximity to the fire. That sight awakened the beast in him in more ways than one.
He swallowed audibly taking the piece of meat to her mouth, and she caught it between her teeth, pulling it away from his hand. He watched her chew intently and then her eyes opened and eyebrows shot up “Oh, wow! This is good! Maybe a bit more salt?”
“Uhm– Yeah. I, uh, ran out of salt.”
“Bummer. It’s good, though. Can I have some more, please?”
The pup growled a bit in her hold, probably signaling it was, in fact, his turn- but neither of them paid him any heed. Harry was too enthralled with the way she repeated the gesture from earlier, throwing her head back slightly, elongating her neck, closing her eyes, parting her mouth, and sticking out her tongue just a bit.
He knew this image of her would haunt him for a long, long while. He watched between heavy eyelids as she sucked in two of his fingers this time as well, and lingered before removing them from her sweet mouth.
He watched as if in a trance as she chewed, licking her lips at the end and then they were both snapped out of it when a sharp bark pierced the silence.
Harry grunted and stuffed the whole rest of it in the pup’s mouth, bones and all, and returned to the fire, lest everything else turned to char.
Y/N set the pup down and allowed him to chew on the leftover bones when Harry returned with the rest of the meat he’d set aside. She carefully took her foot off of the tree trunk next to hers so that Harry could sit and eat too. At first, he shook his head but she insisted, and as soon as he sat down, she propped her foot right into his lap, taking him aback yet again.
To keep himself occupied, or rather, distracted, he quite literally devoured much of the remaining meat. Y/N said she was full, his nephew was happy chewing on those bones from earlier, and he- well. He had a big appetite, it was well known.
Y/N watched in awe how he so expertly pulled the meat from the bones using his dainty fingers. Of course, there was nothing dainty about how he scarfed down the meat. Even the way he chewed was manly.
Y/N felt overwhelmed with sensation. She was still quite tipsy, even with her small nap on the couch, but it was a pleasurable buzz. Her belly was full. She could barely feel any pain in her ankle. She just felt… good. Her foot in his lap felt good. Him feeding her had felt good. He made her feel good. She looked at him longingly and before she could even process it fully, she blurted out “You’re so pretty.”
Harry nearly choked on a bit of bone he was scraping meat off using his teeth. “And you, my dear, are pretty wasted I’m afraid.” he chuckled, avoiding eye contact though.
“Am not!”
Harry raised an eyebrow and whistled toward the pup, throwing some more bones his way. “Let’s agree to disagree.”
“Can we have that toast now?”
Harry gave her a pointed look “No. But what would we be toasting to?”
Y/N shrugged. “I dunno. I’m alive. Feels pretty celebratory.”
Harry gave her a lopsided smile “Well, I’d definitely cheer to that. But maybe not today, you’ve had more than enough.”
Y/N huffed, motorboating her lips like a 5-year-old. “You, sir, are no fun.”
“Oh, I’m fun.”
“But maybe not today- right?” Y/N rolled her eyes.
Harry carefully removed her foot from his lap and placed it back on the log in his stead. “I’ll bring back the stuff from inside so we can bandage you up again. Kinda hard to be fun when you gotta chaperone and nurse someone like a babysitter!”
Y/N bit her lower lip, knowing he was right, she had managed to outdo herself worsening her injury like that. She watched as he put out the fire and went inside to bring the tincture he’d made the previous night, along with his ruined shirt.
He resumed his spot, her foot in his lap, and while he was carefully bandaging her ankle- she was starting to regain feeling in her extremities- his breath caught when he felt her lean in and coil a strand of his hair around her index finger.
Steadying his heart rate, he murmured without ungluing his eyes from her foot he was still tending to “Having fun, there?”
“Mhm. I love your hair.” she uncoiled the strand and watched the curl tighten up “I wanted to do this ever since that day at the lake.” she found herself whispering out loud. Y/N was registering she was being pretty unfiltered, but it all felt harmless to her. After all, it was the truth.
Harry glanced at her, taking in her lustful gaze. He already knew how she was feeling without her having to say much. He could hear her heartbeat pick up every time he came near her, could smell her arousal, could feel her body temperature increasing from where he was standing. And when he’d handfed her, and she’d sucked on his fingers for a bit, he could smell her arousal gushing in particular. She’d wet her panties, and ever since, it was all he could think about. The scent was driving him feral. But with the way she was actually wording her attraction to him- he had to be careful. He knew this was the alcohol speaking- even if she was telling the truth, which she was, she probably wouldn’t have been so blunt sober. And he didn’t want to take advantage of her vulnerable state. It wasn’t right.
None of this was right. What was he doing? He needed to put a halt to this, he was getting ahead of himself and between the two of them, only he knew the full picture. Had she known what he really was, she’d never feel attracted to him.
He couldn’t let this go on any further.
“There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you ever since that day back at the lake too.”
“Oh?”
There it was again. Her heart rate picking up. He felt his own heart squeeze as he forced himself to stay on track “But now, things are different. I saved your life like you put it last night- I didn’t have to, but I did. So instead of just asking you to drop this silly investigation, I’m now telling you. You owe me.”
Y/N’s smile slowly faded from her face. This was what he wanted to tell her? Had she misread everything? He’d been so nice and caring. Was this all an act to get her to drop the investigation?
He was right about one thing though… she did owe him. She owed him her life. Without him, she’d not be standing there.
She lowered her gaze to her lap, fighting off her sudden urge to cry. Alcohol had always made her unnecessarily emotional. She was disappointed that all this man wanted from her was for her to drop her investigation on the cabin. She was already going to do that… without him having to ask. But she’d still have wanted him to tell her all about it. She’d just keep it to herself. As a favor. Because she felt indebted to him; because she wanted to help him out.
But this… this had hit her like a bucket of cold water.
“We should get going. We have a long trek ahead of us.”
Y/N cleared her throat. “Yeah… Okay.”
“I’ll help you back inside. We’ll need to put your pants on before heading out.”
“Sure we do. God forbid anyone else was naked more than you,” she muttered under her breath as he cleaned up the scraps from their meal.
After a small back and forth about allowing Harry to help her he finally gave in and closed the bedroom door to give her privacy. She knew she could do it by herself anyway. She didn’t need his help.
Her pants were folded at the end of the bed where Harry had left them the night before. Her first task was to remove her panties she’d been wearing for far too long. She didn’t normally go commando but these panties needed to go. She let them drop to the floor and with her pants in hand, she struggled to get them up easily, wiggling on the bed and trying to keep her ankle level. She eventually pulled them over her hips and laid flat on the bed to zip and button them.
She was stubborn for sure. Pulling her pants up took longer than she’d anticipated. She actually could have used his help but she wouldn’t admit it when she kept hearing his words play in her head on repeat “So instead of just asking you to drop this silly investigation, I’m now telling you”.
With her backpack in hand, she limped to the door and found Harry leaning on the wall right next to the bedroom. Had he been listening to her struggling to pull her pants up?
“Done,” she said as she pulled her backpack over her shoulders and looked toward the door instead of up at the man.
“Alright. Let’s get going. And I’m going to carry you. Okay?”
Y/N scrunched her brows in confusion but before she could say anything he was lifting her up and holding her body close to his. She was too tired to protest. Even in her state, she knew the walk would take hours- and he was going to carry her?
His solid chest was warm and his arms were so strong around her that she felt dizzy. Being so close to him made her temperature rise. She leaned her head onto his chest as he began the descent. And it was wild to her, still, that he did it all while wearing his heeled boots. But his movements were calculated and the strength he had in his body was keeping them both stable.
Harry could feel her heart beating in her chest with the way he held her. He huffed as he continued his trek but his own pheromones were secreting. He loved having her in his arms and so close to him. He could be happy just nuzzling into her right there in the woods. Laying her down on the floor of the forest and wrapping her up with his body.
He swallowed and picked up the pace. He needed to bring her down safely and without losing his mind over her smell. Over her warm body in his arms.
At an opening in the trees, the sun hit them and Harry decided to take a look at Y/N. He could only see the top of her head as she had her cheek against his chest. But then he wondered if she could hear his heart pounding in his chest. Maybe she’d just assume it was from the exertion. He squeezed his arms around her and Y/N tilted her head back to look up at him.
He hadn’t expected her to look up at him. Her soft smile and droopy eyes were adorable. She looked as if she would fall asleep, which would have benefited them both if she did.
Harry looked down at her lips. He could easily just put them both out of their misery and kiss her. He could practically read the thoughts in her head from her scent alone. And the longer he looked at her the stronger the smell was.
“Let’s get you situated on my back. It’ll be faster and you can lean forward on me. It’ll also be better for your ankle. How’s that sound?” He spoke to her softly as he crouched down to gently place her down. He kept a hold on her and turned his back and leaned forward.
“You wanna give me a piggy back ride?” she asked sleepily.
Harry turned to look at her with eyebrows raised and nodded, “Yes, come on.”
Y/N was caught off guard as he reached around and pulled her up easily so that his elbows were jutted out and his forearms were holding her thighs up. Y/N brought her arms around the front of his clavicle and laid her head on his shoulder.
There were a few reasons he did this. The first was because it was far more practical and comfortable for him, but also because he could focus on the task at hand rather than continually peeking down at the pretty girl in his arms which only slowed him down. But there was also her smell. With her body facing up toward his nose the way it had been it was difficult for him to keep his head on straight. At least with her on his back, her scent was behind him.
Except that he hadn’t expected how warm she was in between her legs and that now her smell would be pressed into the back of his shirt. She was also nuzzling his neck now and that put thoughts into his head, thoughts he shouldn't be having about a human. He grunted as he began to pick up his pace and head down toward her car.
But soon he could tell she’d fallen asleep. It was a good opportunity for him to get through the woods and to her car quickly without her questioning the inhuman speed at which he could travel. So that’s just what he did.
When he finally made it to her car he was glad to see a bench at the trailhead.
“Hey… time to wake up,” he shook himself up and down to wake her up.
Y/N opened her eyes and was surprised that they were already at the trailhead where her car was parked. Had she been sleeping for hours? She supposed that was possible. She was in no state to question it.
Sitting her down on the bench he helped her remove her backpack, “Where are your keys?”
She went through the inside pocket and fished the keys out, handing them to Harry and stood in watch as he opened the back door, tossing her backpack inside, and then opened the front passenger door holding her steady as she got in.
Y/N watched Harry adjust the seat and the mirrors, taking in his very obvious disdain for her car. No doubt he was used to luxury cars, by the looks of what he liked to wear alone. Hers was old and it showed its age, but it got the job done. She wouldn’t even use it if she didn’t need it to come into work. She liked walking places and did so if she could help it.
Harry scrunched his nose at her little trinkets, pulling at her air freshener hanging from the rearview mirror. He disliked it because it covered up her scent. What should’ve been a welcome reprieve was downright annoying in the small space they were confined.
Y/N plugged in her dead phone to the charger she had in her car and put on her address in the GPS for Harry. She didn't expect him to be familiar with her neighborhood. But a bunch of notifications started popping up on her phone, rendering the GPS useless, so Harry just grabbed the phone from the stand on the center console and handed it to her “Don’t need it, anyway.”
…Okay?
She checked some of those notifications and Harry glanced at her doing so while he drove. He noticed she was paying closer attention to some. Were they perhaps from any… men? He groped the steering wheel a little tighter than necessary at that thought.
He hadn’t smelled anyone on her. He’d have been able to tell… Wouldn’t he?
Eventually, she let her phone fall into her lap and looked out the window, instead. He was driving them the right way. Was there anything this man wasn’t good at? She liked the way he drove her car, too. For some reason, she’d expected him to be rough around the edges driving a stick, no doubt he was used to automatics. But it was all smooth. Seamless. He shifted gears right when she would’ve. She was very particular about over-revving.
Realizing they’d been riding in silence for a long while, she eventually spoke up, her voice small as she looked out the window, “You know, I would’ve done it anyway. What you asked me to. Or rather- told me I had to do… I still don’t know the full story with the cabin, but I’ve seen enough to know that it being there doesn’t hurt anybody. And I don’t want you getting into trouble. I was gonna drop it anyway- to help you out. Like you helped me. Because I wanted to… “
Harry kept his eyes on the road. He never feared her telling anyone about the cabin, in truth. He’d have dealt with the consequences of her doing so easily. What was meant to put distance between them, was starting to eat at him, seeing her so hurt over it.
“Okay. Alright then.” his voice resolute. She was looking out the window still, her small frame turned away from him, and he just couldn’t bear how coldly she was treating him. It was what he’d wanted, but instead of patting himself on the back for a job well done at pushing her away, he was mentally kicking himself. He cleared his throat, “So, don’t you think you should see a doctor for the ankle? Make sure you didn’t tear any ligaments, especially with that second fall this morning?”
“No. I’m sure it’s fine.”
Harry pinched his lower lip while he drove with his one hand, “What if it isn’t though? How will you get back to work? Your job is physically demanding.”
“Don’t worry about me, Harry,” she muttered.
He furrowed his brows, “Well, I do worry.”
“Why? What’s it to you? Like you even care,” she snapped back, glaring at him.
“I do care. Had I not, you’d be lying dead in the forest. And I wouldn’t have had to tell you not to tell anyone about the cabin, would I? The whole thing would’ve solved itself.”
Y/N had no retort to that. He was right. He could’ve just left her for dead in the first place and the whole issue would’ve been taken care of.
“Do the x-ray.”
She sighed in defeat, “Alright. I will.”
“I can drive you tomorrow. Do you have a good orthopedician? I can take you to see mine.”
“I… I don’t. I wouldn’t want to impose–”
“I offered. Because I want to.”
“... Alright. Thank you.”
Y/N pointed to where he could park, and then Harry helped her out of the car and kept her steady to the front door of her apartment.
Y/N didn’t want him to go. She wasn’t quite ready for that. So she thought of something quickly as she unlocked her door, “Uh, would you come in for a bit? Help me with my bandage before you leave? I desperately need a shower, and I don’t wanna get it wet…”
Harry kind of had a feeling she was going to ask him inside. He was secretly pleased that she was inviting him in, even though he knew he shouldn’t take up her offer. He nodded and followed her inside.
Her apartment was rather small. It was tidy and there were a few plants and a nice rug that covered her floor. The couch looked old but in good condition. Beyond the living area, he could see an open-space kitchen that was tiny and bare-bones. No dishwasher even. But it was clean. And then the hallway where there were three doors.
Harry looked at Y/N as she put her backpack down and gestured toward the couch, “You can sit if you want. I’ll be quick, I promise.”
Harry nodded “You should take a bath instead of showering so you don’t slip and fall. Don’t submerge your bad foot in hot water though.”
Y/N mirrored him, nodding, and limped her way toward the bathroom. Soon, Harry could hear her in the tub with the water moving as she cleaned herself and he tried to push down the thought of what that would look like, though that was impossible. He’d already imagined it, having seen her in the water that day at the lake.
To distract himself, he got up from the couch and nosed around a little. Looking through her kitchen cupboard and then going through her fridge, he found her selection of food to be disappointing. What was she living off of? There was nothing of sustenance- greeny leafs were fit for rabbits, not grown women, surely. That being said, she seemed well fed. Much to his preference, she had a bit of meat on her bones, enough to dig his fingers into– Harry closed the fridge door abruptly, effectively putting an end to that train of thought.
He crept down the hallway silently and opened the first door across from the bathroom. It was her bedroom. He could smell it before he even opened the door. Her blankets and pillows were covered in her delicious scent. Harry closed his eyes, grounding himself, and flicked a lamp on. Her bed was far too small for him. Just an observation. Her nightstands were decluttered, save for a couple of books. So he’d pegged her correctly for a reader. Her dresser had some knickknacks atop- what appeared to be a family photo with her pretty face at the center wearing what looked like a military uniform. Interesting. He didn’t know that she’d been in the military at all. He was impressed. She was probably tougher than he’d originally given her credit for. She could probably take care of herself when it came to humankind. For some reason that had him feeling proud.
Looking at her wall above the dresser there were two certificates. One was for ranger hand-to-hand combat and the other was a basic training certificate. Putting aside the imagery of her challenging him to some hand-in-hand combat, he leaned in and noticed the print on the certificates had her first, middle, and last name. He didn’t know her last name until then. For some unknown reason, he promptly imagined her using his last name. He liked how it sounded, had a nice ring to it.
Harry stepped back, grimacing at himself for entertaining these kinds of thoughts. That was such a human concept, he was appalled his mind had conjured it up. His kind didn’t claim each other using last names. No. They marked their mate, claiming them as theirs for the whole pack to see. It was much more primal and if you asked him, more poetic even.
When he heard her getting out of the tub, Harry didn’t even consider leaving her bedroom. After all, it was more than fair with all the snooping she’d done in his cabin when he wasn’t even there and she hadn’t been invited inside.
Y/N was surprised to find him in there. She’d come out of the bath, wearing just her robe, and meant to go change into her lounge clothes from her bedroom before she could go back into the living room and bring him the first aid kit she retrieved from the bathroom cabinet.
“Oh. You’re… in here,” She didn’t miss the way his eyes widened ever so slightly at the view of her thigh and the low cut of the robe. “Well. I guess it makes sense to wrap it before I put on any bottoms,” she handed him the kit and he took it, sitting on the edge of her bed and gesturing for her to follow suit.
Harry felt as though he’d willingly walked into a trap. Here he was, surrounded in everything her, and it felt suffocating, but in the best way. He was caught up in this gooey, overwhelming quicksand, and the more he fought it, the more he was sinking himself deeper and deeper into the spell she’d seemingly put on him.
He could tell her tipsiness had worn off. She was back to being apprehensive around him. And he knew he’d hurt her with the way he’d made it clear she was indebted to him now. He’d been deliberately harsh and maybe even a bit mean, as to get his point across and put as much distance between them as possible.
But all he managed to do was hurt her because he sure as hell couldn’t feel any distance had been created. Even upset, she was still drawn to him, he could feel it. And the more he fought his own feelings, the harder he found himself battling them. He could only assume she was fighting the same battle.
Harry opened the kit up and removed a bandage along with a tube of cream for the swelling, “Put your leg up here,” he patted his lap, encouraging her to mimic her earlier, bolder move, back at the cabin.
Her robe opened up just the smallest bit in doing so. Though her potent smell was mostly washed away from the soap and the water, Harry could still sense her excitement. He took her leg in his palm, grasping just above her ankle, and got to work. He was quick and gentle. Though he tried to drag it out a little. He liked how her skin felt under his hand. Smooth and soft. He found himself very gently squeezing at her just as he finished wrapping her ankle.
“There you are. How’s that feel?” he looked up into her eyes and swallowed. Her smell was slowly getting stronger again. But this time it wasn’t just the pheromones from her excitement. He gulped when he realized she was actually secreting just the tiniest bit between her legs and thought to himself briefly that if he touched her she’d probably be a little bit slippery.
“It’s great. Thank you, Harry,” she kept her eyes on his as she spoke his name, her voice coming out a bit breathy. Her heart was pounding in her chest again. His hand was still on her leg and she had the feeling he didn’t want to stop there. Y/N didn’t know what possessed her, but she found herself prodding further, “Would you mind helping me dress as well? Now that the scotch has worn off, it’s really painful again… I don’t know that I could manage on my own.” That was partly true, but probably a lie. She’d managed the tub all on her own, she could grit her teeth through pulling pants on, surely. But she wanted his hands on her skin some more. The way he was pressing the pads of his fingers ever so slightly into her flesh was addictive.
Harry huffed a small breath from his nose and fluttered his eyes at her boldness. The fact that she was reassuring him she wasn’t intoxicated anymore made it ten times worse. He could shrug off her flirting from earlier in the day as being just that- harmless, tipsy flirting. But this was something else entirely. She wanted him, and she was trying to keep her composure, he could tell- but failing. Much like himself. He could feel himself lose control over the smell of the wetness that was beginning to increase between her legs. He could taste it.
Harry stammered for a beat, his mouth opening and closing a few times before raising an eyebrow at her “Look, I don’t want you to feel like I’m taking advantage here…”
She blushed furiously but kept her eyes on his, “It’s nothing you haven’t already seen before… Right?”
Harry was at a loss for words. She pointed toward her dresser and he got up, removing her foot from his lap gently, and walked over there to look through her drawers. She didn’t give him further instructions, so he opened up the first drawer at the top and promptly closed it as he was met with the last thing he wanted to see at that very moment- a wide selection of lingerie.
Not just any lingerie, either. Lace bits, delicate fabrics, all kinds of enticing, rich colors. Definitely, nothing that he’d ever seen her in. Her ranger uniform and the undergarments she wore at work were monotone if not a bit boring.
Harry had always had a knack for fabrics, garments in general, relishing in the luxurious feel of rich, expensive materials against his skin. It was such a heady juxtaposition to his baser form.
But this… this had taken him by surprise. He’d only gotten a peak in before he swiftly closed the drawer- he couldn’t handle seeing that in the state he was in. Walking over to the dresser made him acknowledge just how turned on he was, his cock making it difficult not to walk funny with how desperately it was straining against his skinny jeans.
Harry’s own heart was racing. He knew it matched her heart’s cadence. He just needed to keep his cock in line. Otherwise, he couldn’t be responsible for what he’d do.
He finally returned with an oversized t-shirt and a pair of loose shorts, and this time crouched in front of her. He brought the shorts underneath the soles of her feet that were dangling just inches from the floor and slowly started dragging them up her shapely legs, his hands going underneath her robe. As her thighs widened, the space between the fabric and his hands got smaller and smaller until he had no choice but to come in contact with her skin. He was getting closer and closer to her crotch, and he knew her robe would part eventually. Gathering all the willpower left in his body, he unglued his eyes from her legs and looked up into hers.
Her eyes were heavy with lust, and somehow, seeing her in this state was even harder than getting a glimpse of her soaked, naked pussy underneath that flimsy robe. He slowly stood up, bringing the material further and further. Her nipples were all perked up, as she pushed her body off the mattress using her hands, much like the previous night when he’d undressed her, allowing him to drag her shorts over the curve of her ass. His fingers felt like they were on fire as he dragged them up and up till he reached her waist and her shorts were in place. He sank his fingers into her flesh and willed his eyes back from her cleavage up to her pretty face once more. She had her eyes closed, her head tilted back slightly, exposing her neck to him again.
Harry had never experienced anything as deeply erotic as this in his entire life. He was on fire. Every inch of him was pleading with himself to bend in and bite her, mark her as his, brand her with his love.
She fluttered her eyes open, panting heavily in anticipation. She couldn’t believe what was happening but she was burning with desire. Nobody had ever touched her like that. He was dressing her- and it felt dirtier than anything anyone had ever done to her before. It wasn’t what he was doing, but how he was doing it. It was the way he was touching her, the way he was looking at her. His eyes were so intense, she’d never had anyone look at her with so much desire.
“God, Harry. Your eyes… they shine so bright. Almost golden…”
And just like that, Harry snapped himself out of it. He removed his hands from around her, pulling away as if electrocuted.
His eyes were getting brighter. And she could see it. His wolf was coming out to play, he couldn’t deny his instincts around her. And he couldn’t risk that. He couldn’t risk her seeing him like that.
He walked back, panting heavily until his back was met with a piece of furniture, effectively knocking off some of her little trinkets. He watched her confused expression, but couldn’t dwell on the pang of guilt he felt in his chest when he took in how she was pleading with her eyes for him not to pull away. He had to. She could never understand.
Clearing his throat, he ran a shaky hand through his hair, “I, uh… I trust you can manage the rest. I’ll see myself out.”
And just like that, before Y/N could even process what had happened, she heard the front door shut in his wake.
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She gave Harry a pointed look, just when he was about to take the piece of meat to his own mouth. After all, the alpha was the one to have the first bite, always. He stopped midway and brought it over to the little one instead, who of course nibbled at it a bit too enthusiastically, making Harry pull his hand back before he could chew on his own flesh next.
“See? Awwww. He was hungry.”
Harry pulled another piece off the bone and then stopped in his tracks again when Y/N opened up her mouth at him, sticking out her tongue slightly and closing her eyes.
Harry felt sweat begin to form at his temples, and it wasn’t due to his proximity to the fire. That sight awakened the beast in him in more ways than one.
He swallowed audibly and took the piece of meat to her mouth, and she caught it between her teeth, pulling it away from his hand. He watched her chew intently and then her eyes open and eyebrows shoot up “Oh, wow! This is good! Maybe a bit more salt?”
“Uhm– Yeah. I, uh, ran out of salt.”
“Bummer. It’s good, though. Can I have some more, please?”
The pup growled a bit in her hold, probably signaling it was, in fact, his turn- but neither of them paid him any heed. Harry was too enthralled with the way she repeated the gesture from earlier, throwing her head back slightly, elongating her neck, closing her eyes, parting her mouth and sticking out her tongue slightly.
He knew this image of her would haunt him for a long, long while. He watched between heavy eyelids as she sucked in two of his fingers this time as well, and lingered before removing them from her sweet mouth.
He watched as if in trance as she chewed and licked her lips at the end and then they were both snapped out of it when a sharp bark pierced the silence.
Harry grunted and stuffed the whole rest of it in the pup’s mouth, bones and all, and returned to the fire, lest everything else turned to char.
sneak peek from Lupus Noctis- Chapter 4
I hope there’s stillest for him! I’m so excited for the chapter!!
He was staring at her in a way no one had in her entire life. She couldn’t read anything in his eyes - not surprise, not fear, not malicious intent - nothing. (wolfrry, werewolf!harry, alpha!harry, ranger!y/n)
Lupus Noctis- Masterlist, Author’s Note & Warnings
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Chapter 3 (word count: 6.6k)
The scent of a familiar human female drifted through the air as Harry neared his cabin. He slowed his stride and honed in on the direction of his dwelling with a sniff. He wouldn’t forget the smell of her. Ever since the day at the lake when he got out and picked up her hat from her pile of clothes and her panties were there lying on top making his mouth water, her unique smell stuck with him.
This time he was sure he wasn’t imagining it. Enough days had gone by for her scent to have dissipated. Last time there had been a possibility that the smell of her had lingered on the young one’s fur - he’d seen her snuggle him to her chest when he was hiding behind the door at the station and she almost walked in on him stealing the pup away - but this time there was no way he could still be smelling her anymore… unless she was there.
Slowing down, and hiding behind a denser part of the forest to the cabin’s side he perked his ears up and listened intently.
She was going through his things.
She wouldn’t be finding anything, anyway. So he decided to play her little game. Wait and see what she was plotting further when her plans to find out more about him would inevitably fail.
He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t thrilled by the prospect of seeing her again. He’d refrained from following her all these days since their last encounter down by the lake. He knew better than to give in to his instincts when it came to her.
She was human.
She was a ranger.
But she was also… irresistible to him.
He’d been surprised at how often she popped into his mind. He’d seen plenty of human females before, but absolutely none caught his attention until then. After all, how could they ever? Their species just weren’t compatible like that. He was naturally attracted to a lot of things that women just didn’t possess.
But then - why was it that whenever he would pick up on her accelerated heart rate he relished in it? Especially when it was coupled with her bravery. Knowing exactly how scared she was underneath that facade was incredibly attractive to him. He was sure that, to the human eye, her fear she hid so well would never show.
He’d deliberately gotten under her skin a bit at the lake, just to see if what he’d felt that first encounter during the full moon had been real. He was sure to scare her, lurking in the water like that - and sure enough, he had, he could sense her heart rate pick up. He could hear her blood run fast through her veins. But still, he would’ve never been able to tell, simply by just looking at her, that he was having this effect on her.
Not to mention other effects. To his delight and surprise, he was arousing her. He could smell it, even with the lake water washing it off her, the smell potent and mouth-watering to him. Even in her state of distress, she was still attracted to him. What did that mean? Did she like a bit of danger in a man? Was she into bad boys? Was she into rough–
Harry shook his head, inhaling deeply, trying to collect himself. But all it did was remind him of her proximity. Her scent was so alluring. She wasn’t aroused but even so, there was just something about her fragrance that enthralled him.
He’d not had that happen with anyone of his kind. Much less any human. He’d never met someone that he felt he could just get lost in scenting all day long.
He just wanted to lay her down and bury his nose in her neck. And his tongue–
Harry rested his forehead against a tree trunk. What was he going to do about all of what he was feeling? It wasn’t natural. He felt perverse lusting after a human like that.
Thankfully, she was gonna put an end to his misery and hopefully get lost soon, he could hear her footsteps approaching the entrance to the cabin, even from a considerable distance. He peered through the greenery, making sure she wouldn’t be able to spot him, and was thankful for yet another way in which they were different - she wouldn’t be able to sense his own heart pounding against his ribcage. He could hide all the ways his body was responding to her perfectly, something he wouldn’t be able to do with a mate.
–Not that he was comparing her to a possible mate.
His eyes zeroed in on her lite frame, and he was once again reminded of how small and fragile she appeared to be in the water when he purposely towered over her, trying to intimidate her. But she stood her ground. Nobody had ever looked him square in the eye like that, seemingly unwaveringly. Granted, she didn’t know who it was that she was defying like that. Everyone from his pack knew better than to dare provoke him. The females would cower with a whimper. And the males would retreat, tail or no apparent tail between their legs.
Their difference in size should’ve put him off. He was instinctively drawn to females that were similar in build to him. An alpha, just like him, the biggest and strongest of her kind. But the ranger was petite by comparison. She was of average human height for a woman, to be sure. But compared to his kind, she was even smaller than a beta.
He watched her look around on high alert, and sure enough, she was as careful as ever. Well, as careful as was humanly possible. She made sure not to leave any tracks and then appeared to be leaving- only she wasn’t planning on leaving at all.
Furrowing his brows, he watched with a bit of delight as she searched around the exterior of the house and stuck herself in between the large pine and the bushes to hide, which granted her a good view of the cabin’s entryway.
She was going to wait for him to show up.
So she wanted to play, did she? He’d play.
A quick scan, well - a different kind of scan of her head to toe assured him she wasn’t armed. She was probably carrying that measly butter knife she called a weapon. He could use that to scratch his back in his shapeshifted form.
Wiping the grin from his face he resumed his walk back to the cabin and the closer he got he could hear her heart pounding. She was nervous. As she should be.
Y/N’s eyes widened as she saw the man approach. She had somehow dodged the bullet yet again. She’d just been inside, conducting a thorough investigation of his belongings and she wouldn’t have wanted him happening upon her while she did so.
Her investigation had proved fruitless, however.
She’d used up her day off- once again- to try and gather as much information as she could on this man and try and figure out what he was up to. Why did he have a cabin in the deepest part of the forest, making it virtually inhabitable and incredibly difficult to get to by foot? Was he a fugitive? Was he an outlaw?
She needed to know. Because she couldn’t keep it a secret much longer. This was illegal, and she had to bring it to her colleagues’ attention soon- otherwise she could get in big trouble for keeping quiet about her discovery. She could even become an accomplice to whatever this man was up to by keeping her silence about it.
But she was well aware that if she was to bring this to light, she would also have to disclose all the instances she’d broken protocol to get there. Starting from how she’d gone after the pup that full moon when she was suspecting poachers without calling in for backup and ending with using her rifle while off duty when she made the first trek there (she didn’t risk it the second time around, though) and discovered the cabin. And everything in between. It was guaranteed to have her fired, and she would probably even have her badge suspended.
She needed to figure out if this was worth giving up her job as a ranger for. She was fairly certain she wouldn’t land a job as good as this one for a long while with all the things that were sure to go into her report. But if the man really was dangerous, and if she found out he was conducting any kind of illegalities (aside from building property on government land, that is), she was willing to take the risk. She was a sworn officer, and to her, the law was above all else. Yes, she’d broken protocol on several accounts but she’d done it with good intentions. She wasn’t expecting anyone to see it her way, though.
She’d been very thorough going through the man’s belongings in the cabin. But there wasn’t much there to look at. She’d taken note of how scarcely it was furnished the first time (well, considering she had yet to figure out how exactly he’d brought all the furniture into the middle of the forest on foot- she was surprised he had any that couldn’t just be built from scratch on the spot- like the couch and the kingsize mattress he had on that huge bed), but she hadn’t gone through his stuff quite as thoroughly back then.
She’d left no stone unturned this time around and she had found absolutely nothing to his name. She was hoping for some sort of ID, some receipts at the very least, anything to give her some info on him. But he had absolutely nothing of the sort inside the cabin. Aside from his books (that she went through- and couldn’t even find footnotes), his spirits, and his clothes, there was nothing to indicate the cabin was even lived in.
After petting the pup for a while, she gave up and admitted defeat. She had to get back on track, it was a long way back awaiting her and she had to make use of sunlight.
But then, she thought she’d wait and see if he’d show up. Maybe that’d give her some sort of clue. Otherwise, unless he chose to stalk her again like he did showing up at the lake all those days ago, it was a dead end.
She chose a spot that she felt was well hidden and decided to wait it out and see if he’d show. It was her only chance at finding out something- anything- at this point.
While she stood there waiting, she allowed her mind to go back to the lake. Visions of him emerging from the water were plaguing her dreams. She couldn’t erase them from her memory. None of it. Starting with his eyes that were the color of clear water reflecting the deep forest pines… The way they pierced right through her, she felt as though he could read her mind as if she couldn’t keep anything secret from him no matter how hard she tried. Then his nose, and how his nostrils flared with each pant, and how she thought she’d never seen a nose she found attractive before. It was so masculine and perfectly proportioned to his face. Then probably her favorite thing about him- that large mouth with pink, luscious lips. The perfect shape and size. The square of his sharp jawline. The long hair, slicked back and wet, and that stray curl that hung over his face. She wanted to coil it around her finger and bring its curl back into shape. His shoulders- his frame was massive compared to hers. He wasn’t bulky, but he was definitely well built, his muscles well defined- but not for the sake of showing off. It looked as though he really used his body’s strength. The tattoos, she was incredibly intrigued by them. She’d seen a few that first night, especially the ones on his hands with his sleeves rolled back to his elbows, but the ones on his torso were quite a sight. Unexpected, too, for a man as intimidating as him, to choose swallows and a butterfly, especially considering their size and placement.
And then he’d gone out of the water and well- maybe his mouth wasn’t her favorite thing about him after all. She felt bad for not giving his large back and shapely thighs more attention, but his glutes were like something she’d only seen on greek statues in museums before.
And then he turned around and suddenly, the comparison to any greek statue was nonexistent.
It was safe to say she’d never seen anyone as big as he was. Not even erect. And he wasn’t erect, her hat stood testament to that.
She could never erase that from her mind. It made her clench around nothing just remembering it. Of course, a man like him would be well-endowed. They didn’t call it big dick energy for nothing, and he exuded it in spades. But this… this was next level. She needed his name if only to call the Guinness Book of World Records to come see for themselves.
She wondered if it would be painful–
Her thoughts were brutally interrupted by the owner of said world record himself. Wearing clothes- sadly- but still clad in his ridiculous getup. How the hell did he make the trek in those heeled chelsea boots she’d never understand. She barely made it in her Doc Martens. No backpack. No water. No nothing.
Was there a secret passageway through somewhere? Something definitely wasn’t adding up.
And now here she was watching him slowly make his way back to his cabin. She’d wait a bit and watch him from her hiding spot. Surely he wouldn’t see her hidden. She hoped.
As Harry got closer he decided how he was going to mess with her. If she wanted to do this she was going to learn who she was playing with. He would have some fun.
Instead of immediately going inside, Harry decided to walk around near to where she was hiding, just to really get her going. Just as he hoped, her heart rate increased wildly when he was only feet from her. He put on a show of moaning and stretching his arms overhead to display his large stature, the bottom hem of his shirt rising to reveal the laurel tattoos at his hips. He inhaled deeply and sighed. But his deep inhale drew in her scent, making his olfactory senses go wild. She had been sweating just a bit. He closed his eyes for a moment as her fragrance traveled through his nasal cavity and up toward the roof of his mouth, tasting the acrid perspiration on his tongue. He leaned down slowly to pick up a bucket of rainwater next to the bush to bring with him inside, a sort of cover for the show he’d just put on. He walked toward the front to enter his cabin and could tell right away that she’d calmed significantly once he stepped away.
She watched him get inside and then wondered how long it’d be before something relevant would happen. Would he leave again? Would she even be able to see anything through his windows if he lit up candles? But then again- she couldn’t let it get dark at all, otherwise, she wouldn’t be able to make the journey back to her car.
Harry walked inside and looked at her through his laced sheer curtains. He could see her since he knew where to look- but he knew she couldn’t see him. He crossed his arms over his chest and waited to see what she’d do.
“What? Don’t look at me like that. You know she’s out there.”
The pup stared at Harry with a look that felt accusatory. But he could judge all he wanted. Harry didn’t need to explain himself to anyone.
Y/N waited and waited, but she thought the man must’ve gone to bed. After all, what else would he do in there? Or read one of his books- but it was getting dark and he hadn’t lit any of his candles, so that couldn’t be the case.
She had no choice but to get going. She couldn’t risk making the trek back in the dark, without her rifle. She would probably make it just in time to the marked trails when the sun set completely, but with how dense the forest was so deep in, it was already getting difficult to navigate.
Harry saw her leave and couldn’t help but feel disappointed. He knew she was probably leaving because it was getting dark, and she was wise to do so, but part of him had really wanted to have her in his proximity some more. Hear more of that smart mouth of hers.
But Harry wasn’t planning on spending the night at the cabin. He very seldom did. He came to check on the little one and bring him some food and water and then he’d be off to his pack, where he was needed. He made sure he got his scent all around the cabin every couple of days to deter any unwanted visitors (of the inhuman kind).
He bid his farewell after doing all he’d set out to do at the cabin and left. Just before he could truly enter the forest his nose picked up a scent it very seldom did. Wolves knew better than to come anywhere near his cabin. They weren’t near- but as close as they’d gotten in ages, definitely.
And there were a few- if Harry had to guess, he’d estimate 2 or 3. Which only meant that they were hunting. And his own nose couldn’t pick up anything substantial in their vicinity except for the one scent his nostrils were still overwhelmed by- the ranger’s.
Y/N was cursing her decision to linger at the cabin for longer than she’d intended. It wasn’t even close to sunset yet, but the forest was so dark already. She just had to get back on the marked trails and she’d be alright, but these places were dangerous for a reason.
Animals that kept their distance during the day were becoming active. She certainly needed that rifle now more than ever. She cursed at herself for being so dumb. She’d set out to come gather info in a more organized fashion and somehow it ended up even more reckless than the first time around.
She kept hearing noises and twigs snapping behind her, making her feel like she was being followed.
Was the man following her? No. Impossible. He had no idea she’d been there, and she’d waited a good 15 minutes before leaving. Had he known she was there he’d have confronted her. Had he found something amiss in his cabin he’d have gone out to try and find whoever had tempered with his belongings. But she knew she’d left everything intact.
She was just being paranoid.
But she couldn’t shake off the feeling. She could’ve sworn she heard huffing behind her. She kept looking back but she had to keep her eye on the GPS. She couldn’t afford to deviate off course at all.
Another quick glance back and her blood froze. She saw a pair of eyes glistening in the dark and she knew she was in big trouble.
She slowed down a bit and turned again, and this time she could see not one but two pairs of glistening eyes. The shape and hue could only belong to wolves.
They were way closer than when she’d previously spotted the first pair. They were gaining up on her.
She tried not to panic, and slowly turned her body to face them while keeping on moving backward, just the way she’d been taught so many times during her training for this position. Just the way she’d prepared for even way before that- ever since she’d first gone trekking with her father in the mountains. Walking backward was tricky but she knew better than to turn her back on a wolf in the wild. Much less two of them. She had to spot a tree and climb up as quickly as possible. The wolves wouldn’t be able to scale the tree.
Running was futile. They were much faster than she could possibly be. And she still had a good few hours til she got to her car. There was no way she could outrun them for that long. She had no choice. She could only walk backward till she could spot a good tree to escalate and then wait it out. They’d hopefully tire of waiting for her to come down eventually-most probably by sun up they’d leave her be.
Her mind was running a mile an hour, while she carefully walked backward. She could see them clearly now, they weren’t trying to hide from her at all anymore, but she was confusing them with her strange behavior. Enough to deter them from pouncing on her right away. But the trick wouldn’t last much longer. She needed to find that tree, fast.
She finally spotted something that looked like she could climb it. She couldn’t risk and just try and climb any old tree- if she failed they’d tear her limb for limb immediately.
She started redirecting towards it and the wolves followed. She couldn’t even reach for the army knife she had stuffed inside her boot. Crouching was gonna get her killed.
But when she heard a twig snap from the direction in which she was headed she flinched, slowing down even further. A quick glance revealed yet another wolf, and it was standing right next to the tree she’d chosen to climb.
This was it.
She wasn’t going to make it.
She wasn’t able to coordinate her feet well enough anymore and she tripped backward on her next step.
She had the presence of mind to immediately go for her knife, but a loud growl made her drop it and cower away, facing the ground and trying to protect herself from the imminent attack.
But the attack never came.
The next thing she heard was whimpering and yapping and she quickly felt the ground for the knife she’d dropped. Finding it, she chanced a look over her shoulder and screamed when she was met with another pair of eyes, very similar to the ones before. But the longer she stared into them, the more she recognized they were not wolf eyes.
“It’s alright. You’re alright.” the man knelt next to her and put his hand on her shoulder to which she screamed again, flinching away. “You’re in shock. Try and calm down. You’re safe now.”
She was shaking violently; tears fell down her cheeks without her even realizing. Her trembling hands hugged around her torso and the man gently took the knife out of her hand and folded it, showing it to her before dropping it in her coat pocket.
She didn’t even register what he was doing. She barely even recognized that it was him.
He reached over to her backpack and took her water bottle out, uncapping it and holding it out for her. She grabbed it and gulped down most of it, in an effort to calm her senses.
“That’s it. You’re alright. Breathe.”
She panted heavily and tried to focus on inhaling deep breaths through her nose, and squinted her eyes, pushing more tears down her face. She pressed the heels of her palms into her eye sockets trying to get a grip.
“You’re in shock. Give yourself a moment to process it.” the man admonished “You were just about to be shredded to pieces!”
She hiccuped a sob and allowed herself to cry some more. He was right. She’d been so close. It was a miracle she was alive.
Harry looked at her and fought every instinct he had to grab her into his arms and soothe her. He’d just startle her. She feared him, maybe even more than she feared those beasts earlier.
Little did she know he was the ultimate big, bad wolf.
He was far more dangerous than those 3 from earlier. They’d been too distracted salivating over their prey to smell him, but all he had to do was snarl at them once and they skedaddled like the mutts they were.
She tried getting up but cried out, falling back onto her sore butt with a loud thud.
“What’s the matter? Are you hurt?” his brows furrowed even deeper. He thought he’d spared her any harm, but her cry of distress had pierced right through his heart. He never wanted to hear that sound again.
“I’m not sure” she shook her head. “Help me up?”
He stood, reaching out his hand for her and when she tried propping herself up she felt it again. That stabbing pain shooting right through her foot, all the way up her leg “Ow!”
Harry winced and sparing not a moment longer, he bent and grabbed her into his arms, lifting her off the ground like she weighed nothing- backpack and all.
“Wait, what are you doing?”
“You may have fractured your leg.”
“It’s probably just a sprained ankle… put me down–”
“Even so, you shouldn’t put weight on it. Let me carry you. Please.”
She looked into his eyes, he was closer than he’d ever been, even in the lake towering over her. She was a breath away from his face, he was holding her unnecessarily high, but he looked unphased.
… Did he just say please? She was probably high from the adrenaline rush.
“I parked at the southeast entrance…”
“You can’t drive with a bad foot. I’m taking you back to my cabin. It’s closer, and you’re already familiar with it.” he raised an eyebrow at her and then the other when she opened up her mouth to argue. Truth was, she had no fight left in her.
She let him carry her in his arms all the way back to his cabin. She was willing her heart rate to stabilize, though she wasn’t sure anymore if it was pounding that strongly against her ribcage because of her near-death experience or because of how it felt to be held in his arms like that. She felt silly even comparing the two alternatives, just she was being honest with herself- it was affecting her a lot, his proximity, his gentleness, and the fact that he didn’t strain at all carrying her all that way. She knew it was a long way to the cabin, she’d actually made some progress on her way back before this whole ordeal happened. But he was walking them fast, much faster than he should’ve been able to in those damn chelsea boots. Not to mention the fact that he knew his way around the growingly dark forest without any need for a GPS or a compass even.
She was mindful not to pull on his hair when she placed her hands around his neck, and she let herself become distracted by the feel of his pulse against her digits. The smell of him- that cologne she’d smelled that full moon at the station that she’d stupidly mistaken for air freshener- mixed with a hint of perspiration, it was making her feel… protected. And she knew it was wild because this man was dangerous, but he’d just saved her life. And she couldn’t help but feel grateful and safe in his arms. She leaned her head against his shoulder and he slowed down a bit, looking at her. She avoided eye contact but could feel his gaze. He eventually picked up his pace again and they were back at the cabin in no time.
Harry kicked the door open and went straight for his bed. He’d imagined throwing her onto his bed and her bouncing off it in a fit of giggles more than once, he could admit. But it wasn’t this bed, instead, it was his much nicer one back home. And she wasn’t injured and shaken, but naked and willing.
He willed those thoughts away, and carefully laid her down. He lit the candle he had on the bedside table and immediately propped a pillow underneath her injured leg. He could tell her right one was the culprit by the way she was afraid to stretch it. She winced even when he very gently held her foot and untied her shoelaces, taking off her boot and then the other.
“It was that damn swiss knife… must’ve fallen on it funny, I had it in my right boot.”
“Why are you even carrying that useless thing around…” he muttered, inspecting her right ankle. It was swollen and he cursed at himself for not having any ice at the cabin. He would have to improvise something.
“I can’t exactly take my rifle with me while I’m off duty…” she trailed off, looking at her ankle and assessing the damage. It was looking bad.
“Why are you venturing out into the woods unarmed, then?”
She raised her gaze to meet his.
“Don’t you realize how dangerous that is? Look what could’ve happened had I not been there to save you!”
“Well– I mean– you weren’t armed either!” she couldn’t exactly ask him what he was doing back into the woods when she knew he’d just gotten back to his cabin, and blow off her cover. He didn’t need to know she’d been there to go through his stuff.
“I know what I’m doing, unlike you, clearly.”
She scoffed, meaning to pull her foot away from his hold but then cried out. She couldn’t contract her muscles at all.
“Stop fidgeting!”
“Stop scolding me!”
Harry exhaled loudly through his nose. This human was wearing his patience thin. His attention went back to her leg and his eyes noticed her leg was scraped underneath her pants.
“We need to take these off. You’re cut.”
Her heart started hammering in her chest again, to Harry’s wicked delight. “Wait– what? Why?”
“You scraped your skin, we need to disinfect it. And you can’t sleep in these anyway. You won’t be able to take them off by yourself. I’ll help you.”
It dawned on Y/N for the first time that evening that she was going to spend the night with this dangerous stranger, in his cabin. Somehow that hadn’t clicked until then.
“Wait– but…”
Harry squeezed his eyes shut and tried to calm himself down. He recognized she must’ve been still shaken up from her attack earlier, but he was growing impatient. She needed to let him help her and stop questioning him. He wasn’t used to this. No one ever challenged his authority like this.
“Okay…” she finally conceded.
He opened his eyes and for the first time since he’d met her, he was met with no resistance when he looked into hers. Finally. Maybe she was tameable after all.
He nudged his head toward her midsection “Lift up your bum, use your hands to push up a bit, and I’ll take them off for you.”
He didn’t miss her blush as she did as instructed. He unbuckled her belt and unzipped her trousers, then hooked his thumbs inside her waistband and dragged the material down and off her shapely legs. While he was careful to pull them carefully off of her injured foot, she pulled her dress shirt as far down as it would go, the hem barely covering the tops of her thighs as she sat on the bed.
But there was no hiding from Harry. He didn’t need to see to know what she was hiding from him. He could smell her perfectly fine from the edge of the bed, and it was making him dizzy. He blinked his eyes and swallowed down the saliva that began to gather on his tongue when her scent permeated the air. She smelled almost edible, though he wasn’t interested in eating a human. But he would be interested in tasting what was underneath her panties…
Her adrenaline rush from before added a very heady note to her scent. That coupled with the sight of her legs in the candlelight was pushing him over the edge.
He needed a minute.
“I’ll… be right back. Stay put.”
He didn’t even wait for her to reply with “Where would I go?” before he was out the front door. He tried inhaling fresh air, but it was useless. It was as if he’d buried his face between her thighs, that’s how strongly he could smell her.
He wasn’t sure how he was going to keep it together. He’d never felt like this. Not even in his rut. He made a mental note not to go anywhere near the bed in his cabin when he was due for his next rut, which was rapidly approaching. He’d never make it through it surrounded by her scent. He couldn’t imagine anything more painful.
After scouring for yarrow to help disinfect and stop the bleeding on her knee, and wild parsley to help the swelling for her ankle, Harry started a small fire under a boiling pot of water with the parsley to make a tincture. And he ground up the yarrow in a mortar, using a pestle, to make a paste. He began to feel a bit better with the distance from the girl. He needed to get his head on straight. He couldn’t be acting like this around a human. He couldn’t be feeling like this about a human.
He came back into the room with everything he’d prepared and found that she’d fallen asleep already. He felt a pang of guilt for waking her up, but he had to tend to the ankle before he could let her sleep.
“What are you doing in here?” the man admonished through his teeth.
Y/N flinched awake, wincing at her involuntary strain of calf muscles, watching Harry shoo the pup out of the room. It’d come in after Harry left and she petted it, as it snuggled next to her in bed. She hadn’t even realized she’d fallen asleep.
“Why are you shooing it away? It was purring while I scratched behind its ear…”
Harry’s brows furrowed even deeper, jealousy hitting him like a freight train. He couldn’t help but imagine himself being the one there next to her, purring while she ran her nimble fingers through his curls, scratching at his scalp soothingly.
“He– he knows he’s not allowed on the bed” he blurted. Truth was, his nephew had no business being in there, especially with Y/N half-naked. And he didn’t want him seeing him act like this around her. He could recognize he wasn’t being himself when it came to her. Nobody had ever seen him blabber like this. It was humiliating how she reduced him to a pathetic puddle of need.
He cleared his throat and got right to it, pulling out one of the fancy Gucci shirts he had hanging in his closet, and tearing the fabric to make a bandage. The tincture had cooled enough for him to soak the cloth in it and squeeze out the excess, then began wrapping it tightly around her ankle. She winced in pain a couple of times, and he cooed soothingly that it’d be over soon.
Watching in shock as he destroyed the shirt to use on her wounds, she kept her thoughts to herself. She didn’t need him knowing that she’d also dug through his closet and saw the high-end labels on nearly everything inside. The shirt he used on her was certainly a lot of money, yet he tore it and dipped it into the tincture as if it was nothing. She never thought she’d see this man do these things. From the way he’d saved her and carried her back to the way he was tending to her injury, he was so gentle and knowledgeable about it- it completely caught her off guard.
Inspecting her ankle she felt like he’d done an excellent job of cleaning and wrapping the wound. It was interesting. He didn’t appear to be a man who would know how to do any of this. The jewelry, the fancy clothes, the stupid chelsea boots he wore in the forest… anyone would take a look at him and assume he was clueless about the wilderness and survival. But he knew to select yarrow for her cuts and wild parsley for the swelling of her ankle, which was something she hadn’t even considered in her state.
She was lost in thought over it when she noticed his gaze had trailed further up her body and she realized that when she’d fallen asleep, her shirt had ridden up, exposing her panties. She ever so slowly grabbed the hem and pulled it back down, and she saw him frown in disapproval, his bottom lip jutting out a bit.
But he resumed his work on her foot, seemingly unaware of how she’d caught him staring.
“All done. You should feel better come morning. Make sure you don’t move it in your sleep, don’t cover it with blankets, let it breathe.”
“Okay”.
Her small voice reminded him of the scene he’d walked in on just earlier, how fragile she looked, asleep, on his bed. He wished she’d let him guard over her- make sure she didn’t move and maybe even change her bandage through the night. But he knew she wouldn’t let him. He’d be pushing it.
“If there’s anything you need… I’ll be right next door. I’ll take the couch.”
“Oh- I could sleep on the couch–”
“Absolutely not. And risk falling over the edge? Your foot would never heal properly.” He stood up and scanned her on the bed, then leaned in and grabbed her from underneath her armpits, scooting her more to the middle of the bed. He readjusted the pillow propping her foot up too, then placed several pillows alongside her body, making sure she wouldn’t turn over in her sleep.
She giggled at how thorough he was being about it. The sound made Harry have to fight very hard not to let a smile slip. It was like music to his ears. “I’ll be fine. Really…. Uhm… Thank you… I don’t even know your name.”
He stared at her for a beat, his hand already on the doorknob. He needed to get away from her. It was getting unbearable.
“It’s Harry.”
“Harry…” she tried it on her tongue. It suited him, she supposed. “I’m Y/N. Thank you, Harry. For everything. After the way I’ve treated you, you had no reason to jump to my rescue. Especially with how much danger you put yourself in while doing so. I might not agree with… this cabin… and the way you choose to go about the law and rules we have… but I don’t think you’re a bad person. I think I misjudged you.”
Harry swallowed thickly. She was half asleep, drowsy, and probably coming down from her adrenaline rush. She’d most likely forget she’d said anything come morning. But in the moment, he believed her. He watched her snuggle her face into his pillow, closing her eyes and he tight-knuckled the doorknob, trying to will himself to leave the room.
He wavered, then blew off the candle with an exaggerated huff and left the room before the smoke even had a chance to clear out.
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He was staring at her in a way no one had in her entire life. She couldn’t read anything in his eyes - not surprise, not fear, not malicious intent - nothing. (wolfrry, werewolf!harry, alpha!harry, ranger!y/n)
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Chapter 3 (word count: 6.6k)
The scent of a familiar human female drifted through the air as Harry neared his cabin. He slowed his stride and honed in on the direction of his dwelling with a sniff. He wouldn’t forget the smell of her. Ever since the day at the lake when he got out and picked up her hat from her pile of clothes and her panties were there lying on top making his mouth water, her unique smell stuck with him.
This time he was sure he wasn’t imagining it. Enough days had gone by for her scent to have dissipated. Last time there had been a possibility that the smell of her had lingered on the young one’s fur - he’d seen her snuggle him to her chest when he was hiding behind the door at the station and she almost walked in on him stealing the pup away - but this time there was no way he could still be smelling her anymore… unless she was there.
Slowing down, and hiding behind a denser part of the forest to the cabin’s side he perked his ears up and listened intently.
She was going through his things.
She wouldn’t be finding anything, anyway. So he decided to play her little game. Wait and see what she was plotting further when her plans to find out more about him would inevitably fail.
He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t thrilled by the prospect of seeing her again. He’d refrained from following her all these days since their last encounter down by the lake. He knew better than to give in to his instincts when it came to her.
She was human.
She was a ranger.
But she was also… irresistible to him.
He’d been surprised at how often she popped into his mind. He’d seen plenty of human females before, but absolutely none caught his attention until then. After all, how could they ever? Their species just weren’t compatible like that. He was naturally attracted to a lot of things that women just didn’t possess.
But then - why was it that whenever he would pick up on her accelerated heart rate he relished in it? Especially when it was coupled with her bravery. Knowing exactly how scared she was underneath that facade was incredibly attractive to him. He was sure that, to the human eye, her fear she hid so well would never show.
He’d deliberately gotten under her skin a bit at the lake, just to see if what he’d felt that first encounter during the full moon had been real. He was sure to scare her, lurking in the water like that - and sure enough, he had, he could sense her heart rate pick up. He could hear her blood run fast through her veins. But still, he would’ve never been able to tell, simply by just looking at her, that he was having this effect on her.
Not to mention other effects. To his delight and surprise, he was arousing her. He could smell it, even with the lake water washing it off her, the smell potent and mouth-watering to him. Even in her state of distress, she was still attracted to him. What did that mean? Did she like a bit of danger in a man? Was she into bad boys? Was she into rough–
Harry shook his head, inhaling deeply, trying to collect himself. But all it did was remind him of her proximity. Her scent was so alluring. She wasn’t aroused but even so, there was just something about her fragrance that enthralled him.
He’d not had that happen with anyone of his kind. Much less any human. He’d never met someone that he felt he could just get lost in scenting all day long.
He just wanted to lay her down and bury his nose in her neck. And his tongue–
Harry rested his forehead against a tree trunk. What was he going to do about all of what he was feeling? It wasn’t natural. He felt perverse lusting after a human like that.
Thankfully, she was gonna put an end to his misery and hopefully get lost soon, he could hear her footsteps approaching the entrance to the cabin, even from a considerable distance. He peered through the greenery, making sure she wouldn’t be able to spot him, and was thankful for yet another way in which they were different - she wouldn’t be able to sense his own heart pounding against his ribcage. He could hide all the ways his body was responding to her perfectly, something he wouldn’t be able to do with a mate.
–Not that he was comparing her to a possible mate.
His eyes zeroed in on her lite frame, and he was once again reminded of how small and fragile she appeared to be in the water when he purposely towered over her, trying to intimidate her. But she stood her ground. Nobody had ever looked him square in the eye like that, seemingly unwaveringly. Granted, she didn’t know who it was that she was defying like that. Everyone from his pack knew better than to dare provoke him. The females would cower with a whimper. And the males would retreat, tail or no apparent tail between their legs.
Their difference in size should’ve put him off. He was instinctively drawn to females that were similar in build to him. An alpha, just like him, the biggest and strongest of her kind. But the ranger was petite by comparison. She was of average human height for a woman, to be sure. But compared to his kind, she was even smaller than a beta.
He watched her look around on high alert, and sure enough, she was as careful as ever. Well, as careful as was humanly possible. She made sure not to leave any tracks and then appeared to be leaving- only she wasn’t planning on leaving at all.
Furrowing his brows, he watched with a bit of delight as she searched around the exterior of the house and stuck herself in between the large pine and the bushes to hide, which granted her a good view of the cabin’s entryway.
She was going to wait for him to show up.
So she wanted to play, did she? He’d play.
A quick scan, well - a different kind of scan of her head to toe assured him she wasn’t armed. She was probably carrying that measly butter knife she called a weapon. He could use that to scratch his back in his shapeshifted form.
Wiping the grin from his face he resumed his walk back to the cabin and the closer he got he could hear her heart pounding. She was nervous. As she should be.
Y/N’s eyes widened as she saw the man approach. She had somehow dodged the bullet yet again. She’d just been inside, conducting a thorough investigation of his belongings and she wouldn’t have wanted him happening upon her while she did so.
Her investigation had proved fruitless, however.
She’d used up her day off- once again- to try and gather as much information as she could on this man and try and figure out what he was up to. Why did he have a cabin in the deepest part of the forest, making it virtually inhabitable and incredibly difficult to get to by foot? Was he a fugitive? Was he an outlaw?
She needed to know. Because she couldn’t keep it a secret much longer. This was illegal, and she had to bring it to her colleagues’ attention soon- otherwise she could get in big trouble for keeping quiet about her discovery. She could even become an accomplice to whatever this man was up to by keeping her silence about it.
But she was well aware that if she was to bring this to light, she would also have to disclose all the instances she’d broken protocol to get there. Starting from how she’d gone after the pup that full moon when she was suspecting poachers without calling in for backup and ending with using her rifle while off duty when she made the first trek there (she didn’t risk it the second time around, though) and discovered the cabin. And everything in between. It was guaranteed to have her fired, and she would probably even have her badge suspended.
She needed to figure out if this was worth giving up her job as a ranger for. She was fairly certain she wouldn’t land a job as good as this one for a long while with all the things that were sure to go into her report. But if the man really was dangerous, and if she found out he was conducting any kind of illegalities (aside from building property on government land, that is), she was willing to take the risk. She was a sworn officer, and to her, the law was above all else. Yes, she’d broken protocol on several accounts but she’d done it with good intentions. She wasn’t expecting anyone to see it her way, though.
She’d been very thorough going through the man’s belongings in the cabin. But there wasn’t much there to look at. She’d taken note of how scarcely it was furnished the first time (well, considering she had yet to figure out how exactly he’d brought all the furniture into the middle of the forest on foot- she was surprised he had any that couldn’t just be built from scratch on the spot- like the couch and the kingsize mattress he had on that huge bed), but she hadn’t gone through his stuff quite as thoroughly back then.
She’d left no stone unturned this time around and she had found absolutely nothing to his name. She was hoping for some sort of ID, some receipts at the very least, anything to give her some info on him. But he had absolutely nothing of the sort inside the cabin. Aside from his books (that she went through- and couldn’t even find footnotes), his spirits, and his clothes, there was nothing to indicate the cabin was even lived in.
After petting the pup for a while, she gave up and admitted defeat. She had to get back on track, it was a long way back awaiting her and she had to make use of sunlight.
But then, she thought she’d wait and see if he’d show up. Maybe that’d give her some sort of clue. Otherwise, unless he chose to stalk her again like he did showing up at the lake all those days ago, it was a dead end.
She chose a spot that she felt was well hidden and decided to wait it out and see if he’d show. It was her only chance at finding out something- anything- at this point.
While she stood there waiting, she allowed her mind to go back to the lake. Visions of him emerging from the water were plaguing her dreams. She couldn’t erase them from her memory. None of it. Starting with his eyes that were the color of clear water reflecting the deep forest pines… The way they pierced right through her, she felt as though he could read her mind as if she couldn’t keep anything secret from him no matter how hard she tried. Then his nose, and how his nostrils flared with each pant, and how she thought she’d never seen a nose she found attractive before. It was so masculine and perfectly proportioned to his face. Then probably her favorite thing about him- that large mouth with pink, luscious lips. The perfect shape and size. The square of his sharp jawline. The long hair, slicked back and wet, and that stray curl that hung over his face. She wanted to coil it around her finger and bring its curl back into shape. His shoulders- his frame was massive compared to hers. He wasn’t bulky, but he was definitely well built, his muscles well defined- but not for the sake of showing off. It looked as though he really used his body’s strength. The tattoos, she was incredibly intrigued by them. She’d seen a few that first night, especially the ones on his hands with his sleeves rolled back to his elbows, but the ones on his torso were quite a sight. Unexpected, too, for a man as intimidating as him, to choose swallows and a butterfly, especially considering their size and placement.
And then he’d gone out of the water and well- maybe his mouth wasn’t her favorite thing about him after all. She felt bad for not giving his large back and shapely thighs more attention, but his glutes were like something she’d only seen on greek statues in museums before.
And then he turned around and suddenly, the comparison to any greek statue was nonexistent.
It was safe to say she’d never seen anyone as big as he was. Not even erect. And he wasn’t erect, her hat stood testament to that.
She could never erase that from her mind. It made her clench around nothing just remembering it. Of course, a man like him would be well-endowed. They didn’t call it big dick energy for nothing, and he exuded it in spades. But this… this was next level. She needed his name if only to call the Guinness Book of World Records to come see for themselves.
She wondered if it would be painful–
Her thoughts were brutally interrupted by the owner of said world record himself. Wearing clothes- sadly- but still clad in his ridiculous getup. How the hell did he make the trek in those heeled chelsea boots she’d never understand. She barely made it in her Doc Martens. No backpack. No water. No nothing.
Was there a secret passageway through somewhere? Something definitely wasn’t adding up.
And now here she was watching him slowly make his way back to his cabin. She’d wait a bit and watch him from her hiding spot. Surely he wouldn’t see her hidden. She hoped.
As Harry got closer he decided how he was going to mess with her. If she wanted to do this she was going to learn who she was playing with. He would have some fun.
Instead of immediately going inside, Harry decided to walk around near to where she was hiding, just to really get her going. Just as he hoped, her heart rate increased wildly when he was only feet from her. He put on a show of moaning and stretching his arms overhead to display his large stature, the bottom hem of his shirt rising to reveal the laurel tattoos at his hips. He inhaled deeply and sighed. But his deep inhale drew in her scent, making his olfactory senses go wild. She had been sweating just a bit. He closed his eyes for a moment as her fragrance traveled through his nasal cavity and up toward the roof of his mouth, tasting the acrid perspiration on his tongue. He leaned down slowly to pick up a bucket of rainwater next to the bush to bring with him inside, a sort of cover for the show he’d just put on. He walked toward the front to enter his cabin and could tell right away that she’d calmed significantly once he stepped away.
She watched him get inside and then wondered how long it’d be before something relevant would happen. Would he leave again? Would she even be able to see anything through his windows if he lit up candles? But then again- she couldn’t let it get dark at all, otherwise, she wouldn’t be able to make the journey back to her car.
Harry walked inside and looked at her through his laced sheer curtains. He could see her since he knew where to look- but he knew she couldn’t see him. He crossed his arms over his chest and waited to see what she’d do.
“What? Don’t look at me like that. You know she’s out there.”
The pup stared at Harry with a look that felt accusatory. But he could judge all he wanted. Harry didn’t need to explain himself to anyone.
Y/N waited and waited, but she thought the man must’ve gone to bed. After all, what else would he do in there? Or read one of his books- but it was getting dark and he hadn’t lit any of his candles, so that couldn’t be the case.
She had no choice but to get going. She couldn’t risk making the trek back in the dark, without her rifle. She would probably make it just in time to the marked trails when the sun set completely, but with how dense the forest was so deep in, it was already getting difficult to navigate.
Harry saw her leave and couldn’t help but feel disappointed. He knew she was probably leaving because it was getting dark, and she was wise to do so, but part of him had really wanted to have her in his proximity some more. Hear more of that smart mouth of hers.
But Harry wasn’t planning on spending the night at the cabin. He very seldom did. He came to check on the little one and bring him some food and water and then he’d be off to his pack, where he was needed. He made sure he got his scent all around the cabin every couple of days to deter any unwanted visitors (of the inhuman kind).
He bid his farewell after doing all he’d set out to do at the cabin and left. Just before he could truly enter the forest his nose picked up a scent it very seldom did. Wolves knew better than to come anywhere near his cabin. They weren’t near- but as close as they’d gotten in ages, definitely.
And there were a few- if Harry had to guess, he’d estimate 2 or 3. Which only meant that they were hunting. And his own nose couldn’t pick up anything substantial in their vicinity except for the one scent his nostrils were still overwhelmed by- the ranger’s.
Y/N was cursing her decision to linger at the cabin for longer than she’d intended. It wasn’t even close to sunset yet, but the forest was so dark already. She just had to get back on the marked trails and she’d be alright, but these places were dangerous for a reason.
Animals that kept their distance during the day were becoming active. She certainly needed that rifle now more than ever. She cursed at herself for being so dumb. She’d set out to come gather info in a more organized fashion and somehow it ended up even more reckless than the first time around.
She kept hearing noises and twigs snapping behind her, making her feel like she was being followed.
Was the man following her? No. Impossible. He had no idea she’d been there, and she’d waited a good 15 minutes before leaving. Had he known she was there he’d have confronted her. Had he found something amiss in his cabin he’d have gone out to try and find whoever had tempered with his belongings. But she knew she’d left everything intact.
She was just being paranoid.
But she couldn’t shake off the feeling. She could’ve sworn she heard huffing behind her. She kept looking back but she had to keep her eye on the GPS. She couldn’t afford to deviate off course at all.
Another quick glance back and her blood froze. She saw a pair of eyes glistening in the dark and she knew she was in big trouble.
She slowed down a bit and turned again, and this time she could see not one but two pairs of glistening eyes. The shape and hue could only belong to wolves.
They were way closer than when she’d previously spotted the first pair. They were gaining up on her.
She tried not to panic, and slowly turned her body to face them while keeping on moving backward, just the way she’d been taught so many times during her training for this position. Just the way she’d prepared for even way before that- ever since she’d first gone trekking with her father in the mountains. Walking backward was tricky but she knew better than to turn her back on a wolf in the wild. Much less two of them. She had to spot a tree and climb up as quickly as possible. The wolves wouldn’t be able to scale the tree.
Running was futile. They were much faster than she could possibly be. And she still had a good few hours til she got to her car. There was no way she could outrun them for that long. She had no choice. She could only walk backward till she could spot a good tree to escalate and then wait it out. They’d hopefully tire of waiting for her to come down eventually-most probably by sun up they’d leave her be.
Her mind was running a mile an hour, while she carefully walked backward. She could see them clearly now, they weren’t trying to hide from her at all anymore, but she was confusing them with her strange behavior. Enough to deter them from pouncing on her right away. But the trick wouldn’t last much longer. She needed to find that tree, fast.
She finally spotted something that looked like she could climb it. She couldn’t risk and just try and climb any old tree- if she failed they’d tear her limb for limb immediately.
She started redirecting towards it and the wolves followed. She couldn’t even reach for the army knife she had stuffed inside her boot. Crouching was gonna get her killed.
But when she heard a twig snap from the direction in which she was headed she flinched, slowing down even further. A quick glance revealed yet another wolf, and it was standing right next to the tree she’d chosen to climb.
This was it.
She wasn’t going to make it.
She wasn’t able to coordinate her feet well enough anymore and she tripped backward on her next step.
She had the presence of mind to immediately go for her knife, but a loud growl made her drop it and cower away, facing the ground and trying to protect herself from the imminent attack.
But the attack never came.
The next thing she heard was whimpering and yapping and she quickly felt the ground for the knife she’d dropped. Finding it, she chanced a look over her shoulder and screamed when she was met with another pair of eyes, very similar to the ones before. But the longer she stared into them, the more she recognized they were not wolf eyes.
“It’s alright. You’re alright.” the man knelt next to her and put his hand on her shoulder to which she screamed again, flinching away. “You’re in shock. Try and calm down. You’re safe now.”
She was shaking violently; tears fell down her cheeks without her even realizing. Her trembling hands hugged around her torso and the man gently took the knife out of her hand and folded it, showing it to her before dropping it in her coat pocket.
She didn’t even register what he was doing. She barely even recognized that it was him.
He reached over to her backpack and took her water bottle out, uncapping it and holding it out for her. She grabbed it and gulped down most of it, in an effort to calm her senses.
“That’s it. You’re alright. Breathe.”
She panted heavily and tried to focus on inhaling deep breaths through her nose, and squinted her eyes, pushing more tears down her face. She pressed the heels of her palms into her eye sockets trying to get a grip.
“You’re in shock. Give yourself a moment to process it.” the man admonished “You were just about to be shredded to pieces!”
She hiccuped a sob and allowed herself to cry some more. He was right. She’d been so close. It was a miracle she was alive.
Harry looked at her and fought every instinct he had to grab her into his arms and soothe her. He’d just startle her. She feared him, maybe even more than she feared those beasts earlier.
Little did she know he was the ultimate big, bad wolf.
He was far more dangerous than those 3 from earlier. They’d been too distracted salivating over their prey to smell him, but all he had to do was snarl at them once and they skedaddled like the mutts they were.
She tried getting up but cried out, falling back onto her sore butt with a loud thud.
“What’s the matter? Are you hurt?” his brows furrowed even deeper. He thought he’d spared her any harm, but her cry of distress had pierced right through his heart. He never wanted to hear that sound again.
“I’m not sure” she shook her head. “Help me up?”
He stood, reaching out his hand for her and when she tried propping herself up she felt it again. That stabbing pain shooting right through her foot, all the way up her leg “Ow!”
Harry winced and sparing not a moment longer, he bent and grabbed her into his arms, lifting her off the ground like she weighed nothing- backpack and all.
“Wait, what are you doing?”
“You may have fractured your leg.”
“It’s probably just a sprained ankle… put me down–”
“Even so, you shouldn’t put weight on it. Let me carry you. Please.”
She looked into his eyes, he was closer than he’d ever been, even in the lake towering over her. She was a breath away from his face, he was holding her unnecessarily high, but he looked unphased.
… Did he just say please? She was probably high from the adrenaline rush.
“I parked at the southeast entrance…”
“You can’t drive with a bad foot. I’m taking you back to my cabin. It’s closer, and you’re already familiar with it.” he raised an eyebrow at her and then the other when she opened up her mouth to argue. Truth was, she had no fight left in her.
She let him carry her in his arms all the way back to his cabin. She was willing her heart rate to stabilize, though she wasn’t sure anymore if it was pounding that strongly against her ribcage because of her near-death experience or because of how it felt to be held in his arms like that. She felt silly even comparing the two alternatives, just she was being honest with herself- it was affecting her a lot, his proximity, his gentleness, and the fact that he didn’t strain at all carrying her all that way. She knew it was a long way to the cabin, she’d actually made some progress on her way back before this whole ordeal happened. But he was walking them fast, much faster than he should’ve been able to in those damn chelsea boots. Not to mention the fact that he knew his way around the growingly dark forest without any need for a GPS or a compass even.
She was mindful not to pull on his hair when she placed her hands around his neck, and she let herself become distracted by the feel of his pulse against her digits. The smell of him- that cologne she’d smelled that full moon at the station that she’d stupidly mistaken for air freshener- mixed with a hint of perspiration, it was making her feel… protected. And she knew it was wild because this man was dangerous, but he’d just saved her life. And she couldn’t help but feel grateful and safe in his arms. She leaned her head against his shoulder and he slowed down a bit, looking at her. She avoided eye contact but could feel his gaze. He eventually picked up his pace again and they were back at the cabin in no time.
Harry kicked the door open and went straight for his bed. He’d imagined throwing her onto his bed and her bouncing off it in a fit of giggles more than once, he could admit. But it wasn’t this bed, instead, it was his much nicer one back home. And she wasn’t injured and shaken, but naked and willing.
He willed those thoughts away, and carefully laid her down. He lit the candle he had on the bedside table and immediately propped a pillow underneath her injured leg. He could tell her right one was the culprit by the way she was afraid to stretch it. She winced even when he very gently held her foot and untied her shoelaces, taking off her boot and then the other.
“It was that damn swiss knife… must’ve fallen on it funny, I had it in my right boot.”
“Why are you even carrying that useless thing around…” he muttered, inspecting her right ankle. It was swollen and he cursed at himself for not having any ice at the cabin. He would have to improvise something.
“I can’t exactly take my rifle with me while I’m off duty…” she trailed off, looking at her ankle and assessing the damage. It was looking bad.
“Why are you venturing out into the woods unarmed, then?”
She raised her gaze to meet his.
“Don’t you realize how dangerous that is? Look what could’ve happened had I not been there to save you!”
“Well– I mean– you weren’t armed either!” she couldn’t exactly ask him what he was doing back into the woods when she knew he’d just gotten back to his cabin, and blow off her cover. He didn’t need to know she’d been there to go through his stuff.
“I know what I’m doing, unlike you, clearly.”
She scoffed, meaning to pull her foot away from his hold but then cried out. She couldn’t contract her muscles at all.
“Stop fidgeting!”
“Stop scolding me!”
Harry exhaled loudly through his nose. This human was wearing his patience thin. His attention went back to her leg and his eyes noticed her leg was scraped underneath her pants.
“We need to take these off. You’re cut.”
Her heart started hammering in her chest again, to Harry’s wicked delight. “Wait– what? Why?”
“You scraped your skin, we need to disinfect it. And you can’t sleep in these anyway. You won’t be able to take them off by yourself. I’ll help you.”
It dawned on Y/N for the first time that evening that she was going to spend the night with this dangerous stranger, in his cabin. Somehow that hadn’t clicked until then.
“Wait– but…”
Harry squeezed his eyes shut and tried to calm himself down. He recognized she must’ve been still shaken up from her attack earlier, but he was growing impatient. She needed to let him help her and stop questioning him. He wasn’t used to this. No one ever challenged his authority like this.
“Okay…” she finally conceded.
He opened his eyes and for the first time since he’d met her, he was met with no resistance when he looked into hers. Finally. Maybe she was tameable after all.
He nudged his head toward her midsection “Lift up your bum, use your hands to push up a bit, and I’ll take them off for you.”
He didn’t miss her blush as she did as instructed. He unbuckled her belt and unzipped her trousers, then hooked his thumbs inside her waistband and dragged the material down and off her shapely legs. While he was careful to pull them carefully off of her injured foot, she pulled her dress shirt as far down as it would go, the hem barely covering the tops of her thighs as she sat on the bed.
But there was no hiding from Harry. He didn’t need to see to know what she was hiding from him. He could smell her perfectly fine from the edge of the bed, and it was making him dizzy. He blinked his eyes and swallowed down the saliva that began to gather on his tongue when her scent permeated the air. She smelled almost edible, though he wasn’t interested in eating a human. But he would be interested in tasting what was underneath her panties…
Her adrenaline rush from before added a very heady note to her scent. That coupled with the sight of her legs in the candlelight was pushing him over the edge.
He needed a minute.
“I’ll… be right back. Stay put.”
He didn’t even wait for her to reply with “Where would I go?” before he was out the front door. He tried inhaling fresh air, but it was useless. It was as if he’d buried his face between her thighs, that’s how strongly he could smell her.
He wasn’t sure how he was going to keep it together. He’d never felt like this. Not even in his rut. He made a mental note not to go anywhere near the bed in his cabin when he was due for his next rut, which was rapidly approaching. He’d never make it through it surrounded by her scent. He couldn’t imagine anything more painful.
After scouring for yarrow to help disinfect and stop the bleeding on her knee, and wild parsley to help the swelling for her ankle, Harry started a small fire under a boiling pot of water with the parsley to make a tincture. And he ground up the yarrow in a mortar, using a pestle, to make a paste. He began to feel a bit better with the distance from the girl. He needed to get his head on straight. He couldn’t be acting like this around a human. He couldn’t be feeling like this about a human.
He came back into the room with everything he’d prepared and found that she’d fallen asleep already. He felt a pang of guilt for waking her up, but he had to tend to the ankle before he could let her sleep.
“What are you doing in here?” the man admonished through his teeth.
Y/N flinched awake, wincing at her involuntary strain of calf muscles, watching Harry shoo the pup out of the room. It’d come in after Harry left and she petted it, as it snuggled next to her in bed. She hadn’t even realized she’d fallen asleep.
“Why are you shooing it away? It was purring while I scratched behind its ear…”
Harry’s brows furrowed even deeper, jealousy hitting him like a freight train. He couldn’t help but imagine himself being the one there next to her, purring while she ran her nimble fingers through his curls, scratching at his scalp soothingly.
“He– he knows he’s not allowed on the bed” he blurted. Truth was, his nephew had no business being in there, especially with Y/N half-naked. And he didn’t want him seeing him act like this around her. He could recognize he wasn’t being himself when it came to her. Nobody had ever seen him blabber like this. It was humiliating how she reduced him to a pathetic puddle of need.
He cleared his throat and got right to it, pulling out one of the fancy Gucci shirts he had hanging in his closet, and tearing the fabric to make a bandage. The tincture had cooled enough for him to soak the cloth in it and squeeze out the excess, then began wrapping it tightly around her ankle. She winced in pain a couple of times, and he cooed soothingly that it’d be over soon.
Watching in shock as he destroyed the shirt to use on her wounds, she kept her thoughts to herself. She didn’t need him knowing that she’d also dug through his closet and saw the high-end labels on nearly everything inside. The shirt he used on her was certainly a lot of money, yet he tore it and dipped it into the tincture as if it was nothing. She never thought she’d see this man do these things. From the way he’d saved her and carried her back to the way he was tending to her injury, he was so gentle and knowledgeable about it- it completely caught her off guard.
Inspecting her ankle she felt like he’d done an excellent job of cleaning and wrapping the wound. It was interesting. He didn’t appear to be a man who would know how to do any of this. The jewelry, the fancy clothes, the stupid chelsea boots he wore in the forest… anyone would take a look at him and assume he was clueless about the wilderness and survival. But he knew to select yarrow for her cuts and wild parsley for the swelling of her ankle, which was something she hadn’t even considered in her state.
She was lost in thought over it when she noticed his gaze had trailed further up her body and she realized that when she’d fallen asleep, her shirt had ridden up, exposing her panties. She ever so slowly grabbed the hem and pulled it back down, and she saw him frown in disapproval, his bottom lip jutting out a bit.
But he resumed his work on her foot, seemingly unaware of how she’d caught him staring.
“All done. You should feel better come morning. Make sure you don’t move it in your sleep, don’t cover it with blankets, let it breathe.”
“Okay”.
Her small voice reminded him of the scene he’d walked in on just earlier, how fragile she looked, asleep, on his bed. He wished she’d let him guard over her- make sure she didn’t move and maybe even change her bandage through the night. But he knew she wouldn’t let him. He’d be pushing it.
“If there’s anything you need… I’ll be right next door. I’ll take the couch.”
“Oh- I could sleep on the couch–”
“Absolutely not. And risk falling over the edge? Your foot would never heal properly.” He stood up and scanned her on the bed, then leaned in and grabbed her from underneath her armpits, scooting her more to the middle of the bed. He readjusted the pillow propping her foot up too, then placed several pillows alongside her body, making sure she wouldn’t turn over in her sleep.
She giggled at how thorough he was being about it. The sound made Harry have to fight very hard not to let a smile slip. It was like music to his ears. “I’ll be fine. Really…. Uhm… Thank you… I don’t even know your name.”
He stared at her for a beat, his hand already on the doorknob. He needed to get away from her. It was getting unbearable.
“It’s Harry.”
“Harry…” she tried it on her tongue. It suited him, she supposed. “I’m Y/N. Thank you, Harry. For everything. After the way I’ve treated you, you had no reason to jump to my rescue. Especially with how much danger you put yourself in while doing so. I might not agree with… this cabin… and the way you choose to go about the law and rules we have… but I don’t think you’re a bad person. I think I misjudged you.”
Harry swallowed thickly. She was half asleep, drowsy, and probably coming down from her adrenaline rush. She’d most likely forget she’d said anything come morning. But in the moment, he believed her. He watched her snuggle her face into his pillow, closing her eyes and he tight-knuckled the doorknob, trying to will himself to leave the room.
He wavered, then blew off the candle with an exaggerated huff and left the room before the smoke even had a chance to clear out.
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A Close Call
Summary: reader requested @abby61101-blog - Harry makes up an excuse to your mother to go away for a few days but he's going to stay with you at your dorm instead. Then your mother decides to make a surprise visit.
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Warning: This is stepdad!harry x stepdaughter!reader - 18+, dirty smut, cheating, guilt, lying, inappropriate relationship between a stepdad and a stepdaughter - don't read it if you don't like it.
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From Harry: I’ll be there in an hour.
Harry told your mom he was leaving for a couple of days to go out of town with his band since they were playing at a festival a few cities over. He lied to her. There was no festival. But that’s how your relationship was, though. Lies and more lies. Cheating. Guilt. Sneaking.
But you couldn’t say you weren’t excited that you’d have Harry all to yourself for a couple of days. Your dorm room was private but you lived on a floor with lots of nosey girls. You’d need to sneak him in when he arrived. But you both planned on just staying in your room (and in your bed) the entire time so you’d only need to work out how to sneak him in and then out. You even let your professors know that you wouldn’t be attending any Friday classes. Because you intended to make the most of your time with Harry.
Getting him in wasn’t that difficult. It was Thursday night when he arrived. Some of the girls were already in their rooms for the night. Harry kept his hoodie on his head to cover his hair and put on sunglasses. Most of the girls, and by most that meant 99% of them, didn’t know what your stepdad looked like so it wasn’t too big of a deal, but you still didn’t want anyone seeing him, just in case.
The moment the door was closed behind you Harry scooped his arms around your back and lowered his lips to your neck and then brought them up to your mouth.
“Get this off,” he ordered.
You were just wearing sweats and a t-shirt but you knew they’d be on the floor in no time. And you were right. You and Harry were both naked and in your small bed licking and sucking and moaning against one another so fast it made your head spin.
Harry laid you on your back and he laid on his side next to you, his mouth on your tits, your neck, your mouth, as he smoothed his fingers through your crease and rubbed your arousal all over your labia and to your bum hole.
He plunged his fingers into your pussy and thrust into you while his thumb pressed over your clit.
“Missed you so bad baby. Did you miss daddy?” Harry whispered into your neck between nipping at your skin.
You were breathless. His fingers were thick and long and he knew your body, inside and out. You loved his fingers inside of you and on you.
“Fuck! Yes, Daddy. God, I need you so bad,” you panted your words as Harry continued his skilled strokes.
“Needed, Daddy did you? Got my fingers fucking into your sweet little creamy cunt right now baby. How’s that for getting what you need?” He worked them into you, curling up into your g-spot, the pads of his fingers dragging into it at each pass making your insides twist and tingle.
“So good!” You couldn’t say much with Harry’s fingers pumping into you at a healthy pace and his lips sucking bruises onto your neck.
Harry began breathing harder. You knew he was turned on. His own panting and the way he was bumping his cock softly into your side, rocking his hips into you. You could feel his cock pushing into your hip.
The sound of his fingers pushing into you was evidence of how wet you were. You were soaked. Harry’s palm and knuckles were covered in you. He sped up his thrusts and whined a little as you clenched over his fingers when he pressed down into your clit and moved back and forth with his thumb.
And just when you were about to tip over the edge Harry pulled his fingers from you and sat up. Lifting his drenched hand up to his face he stuck the three fingers he had inside of you into his mouth and licked them clean while he looked down at you.
“Time for my cock now, little girl,” he spoke with that lusty voice you loved hearing from him. The one where he was so turned on it made him breathy.
He held onto the base of his shaft and pulled your legs around him so he could be positioned in between your legs just like he needed. Sliding his cock through your crease, up and down he let his tip rub into your clit over and over again.
You were both moaning at the feeling of being so close. Harry’s cock was getting coated in your arousal and each time he pulled back you could see the strings of wetness connecting you two.
Suddenly, Harry centered himself and plunged into you deep. You were ready for his fat prick already with the way he’d gotten you all worked up with his fingers.
He let out a gasp of relief and closed his eyes with a smile, “Fuck baby… Just what I needed.”
Harry was just as needy as you were, you could tell. He was already shaking by the time he started rocking into you. His mouth was dropped open, his hair fell into his eyes, and his voice was strained and whiny. God, it was such a turn-on to see him like this. And it was all because of you.
Harry angled himself down over you, his hips and pelvic bone rubbing into you, your clit being brushed over at each dip.
“Oh god!” You yelped when he bucked up into you deep. He began rutting into you, not backing out one bit, just fucking himself deep inside of you so you could feel him nudging into that little achy spot that was sensitive.
Squelches coming from your groins, and your bed squeaking with moans and chants were sure to be heard in the hallway. Your brain was mush when Harry’s cock was filling your slick insides so you didn’t care if anyone heard. They’d just think you were getting laid nice and hard. And you were.
Some of the girls would comment that you were a virgin because they’d never seen you with a man before, nor had they ever heard anyone in your room. And you always said no when a guy asked you out. Some of them were convinced you were a prude. But that was only because there was no man that could compare to Harry. There was no one that could do it like Harry. He’d been the one to take your virginity and he was the only man you’d ever had sex with. He was the only one you wanted.
But now, with the noise coming from your room, choked moans falling from Harry’s mouth, the mattress dipping and creaking, smacking flesh… well, no one could accuse you of being a prude anymore. And they were sure to get an earful all weekend long because this was just the start of your time with him.
“Baby… god…” Harry panted as he was leaned over you, one palm down next to your shoulder, his other on the wall behind your head as he continued rolling his hips, keeping his cock lodged deep inside your tummy.
“Yes, Daddy! Oh god!” You shrieked in ecstasy. You were tingly all over and not just because he was fucking you so hard and deep, but it was the way he was looking at you. He kept his eyes on you as he pushed his thick dick inward until he was wetting his balls with you.
“Yeah? … fuck, baby… beg me for it… you wanna come? I need to hear it. Tell Daddy you want it,” his voice boomed into the room between breaths. You kind of hoped that Jayla heard him. Jayla was your neighbor and she was a bit of a bitch. She was one of the mean girls who’d called you a prude.
“Daddy, please!” You gasped, “Oh Daddy! Let me come on your cock,” you were working up all your strength to spit out that sentence, but it had been worth it because Harry responded, “Fuck yes! Come on me, baby. Come on Daddy’s cock!”
You let out the most obnoxious whines and moans as you came. High-pitched and breathy, as Harry continued fucking up into you. He could feel your walls spasming around him, squeezing with your orgasm.
“Gonna fill you up, little girl. Make you all mine… Ahhhahhh…” Harry spurted inside of you, flooding your walls and mixing your come with his as he railed into you with heavy thrusts. The bed could possibly fall apart by the end of the weekend with the way Harry was fucking you. And you two usually went even harder.
Your mind was scrambled and you melted into the bed below you as Harry collapsed over you with heavy breaths.
You two stayed connected for a bit, kissing, touching, and laughing.
“You wanted everyone to know you were being taken care of didn’t you little girl?” Harry smiled as he spoke his words into your neck.
You nodded, “Yes. Want them to know how good I get it. They’re gonna know now,” you laughed.
And your night was a repeat of that along with midnight Thai food delivery and a little bit of taking his cock down your throat right before falling asleep (you were too sore to take his cock for the third time in less than three hours so you sucked him off gently bringing him to a slow and sweet orgasm).
The next morning you woke up with Harry next to you and it felt like a dream. You rarely ever got to wake up next to him. You rolled over and hitched your hip up over his thigh and kissed his chest, licking over his nipples, and slid your hand down to his cock. It was Friday late morning you realized, but you had nowhere to be so it didn’t matter.
Harry moaned and stretched when he slowly woke up, “Well good morning,” he spoke in a deep groggy voice.
You didn’t answer him with words but you squeezed at his cock and looked up at him as you lowered yourself. But Harry stopped you as he sat up.
“Nuh, uh… I think you need a little spanking for waking me up. Was planning on sleeping til noon.”
Harry flipped you over and you smiled into your pillow as Harry smacked your ass with the flat of his palm, making you jump at each strike. You yelped and moaned and gasped.
Harry smoothed his palms over your skin and then you felt a finger dip into your crease, “So naughty and needy all the time. Why are you so wet, baby? What is it?”
You turned your head to speak, “Need you, Daddy. I always need you. I’m always wet for you.”
Harry chuckled and you felt his mouth on your cunt and his tongue licked upward to your bum. He ate your tightest little hole for a bit while he fingered your cunt like a pro. When he suddenly removed himself from you, you felt him get off the bed and you quickly turned to see him grabbing the bottle of lube before returning to you.
Harry squeezed a big portion of lube into his palm and rubbed on your anus, inserting a finger inside to get you nice and wet. Then he fingered your bum with two fingers, then three until you were a mumbling and moaning mess, begging him for more.
Harry was still careful with you when he’d first enter your tight bum hole. You’d only had anal sex with him maybe six times so you were still getting used to the initial stretch. But once he got going and you were nice and open for him, he could plunge into you faster and deeper.
You wound up with your legs spread, on your knees with both palms on the wall as Harry fucked into you so deliciously. You dripped onto your sheets and when Harry rubbed your clit you gushed into his palm and yelped out in delight as you came so hard you nearly passed out. You saw stars and your ears were ringing. You always came hardest when he fucked you anally.
Harry poured into you and groaned into the room, spreading your cheeks wide so he could watch himself slipping in and out.
You were in heaven really. There was nothing like having Harry to yourself with no interruptions, no need to be quick, and no need to keep it quiet.
After a much-needed shower, you both curled up on your bed and put on a movie on your laptop, and lazily made out.
You tried to climb up on Harry but he shook his head, “No. Stay where you are. You need to be patient. No sex until after the movie.”
But even Harry’s big dick was hard and throbbing by the end of the movie. You didn’t have sex during the entire 2-hour movie, but you did kiss and touch a little. And you’d drenched your panties all the way through.
“Poor baby. Is it achy, honey?” Harry cooed at you as he spread your legs and saw the mess you’d made.
You nodded with a pout, “Yes, Daddy. It hurts. Please. Please, Daddy. I need you.”
Harry smirked at you and swatted your thigh as he leaned down, lifting your t-shirt upward, and kissing your tummy. You knew he was achy too. Harry’s cock was leaking at the tip, his grey boxer briefs couldn’t hide how turned on he was.
Just as Harry put his fingers into the band of your panties to relieve you from the messy fabric and soothe your achy pussy there was a knock at your door, “Sweetie?! You in there!? It’s mom!”
Harry paused his motion and looked at you with wide eyes. You gasped and sat up as Harry jumped off the bed and palmed at his cock to push it down, “Uh… yeah! Hold on, coming, mom!”
You slid on a pair of jean shorts and pointed to your bed as you looked at Harry, “Get under there!”
Harry dove under your bed as you tossed his bag and his jeans and wallet into your closet before taking note of anything else that might be evidence of him.
You smoothed your hair and cleared your throat as you opened your door to see your mom with a bag of burgers from In N Out. Your favorite.
“Oh my god! I’m so glad to see you!” You lied as you hugged your mom, hoping she couldn’t smell the scent of sex on your skin or Harry’s cologne.
When you and your mom sat at your school desk to eat she commented, “Are you okay, hon? You seem all flustered.”
You shrugged and darted your eyes to your bed and felt relief when you realized Harry was well hidden, “I’m fine. I just got back from the gym right before you came over and I had to put some clothes on because I was just about to shower. But I’ll just shower after you leave. No problem,” another lie. God, it was awful lying to your mother, but what could you do? Tell her that her husband was just about to fuck your drippy pussy? Yeah. No.
“Ahhh… that explains the smell,” she laughed as she took a bite. You might want to open a window to air it out a bit. No offense.”
Your mom stayed for a whole hour. You felt awful having Harry stay under your bed the whole time but you also felt awful for lying to your mom and making up an excuse about how you needed to shower because you had plans.
When your mom was on the elevator and out of sight you locked your door and Harry climbed out. He did not look happy.
“Made me wait under the fucking bed like a cuck. You’re gonna pay for that little girl. You’re in deep trouble now,” he spoke as he grabbed you by your neck and dragged you to your bed.
You knew you’d be in for it. Harry didn’t like to be kept waiting. But you were all in and took his punishment like a good girl with a smile on your face and drool down your chin.
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