black lives matter

lorraine. 20. harry’s girl

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Theirs*

Summary: The fourth part to Mine*

Your mafia boss boyfriend, Harry, has returned home after being away.

The first thing on his agenda?

Your punishment.

Word Count: 6.3k

*Contains Mature and Explicit content, so please only consume what you feel comfortable with!💞*

“Don’t look at me like that.”

Swallowing a huff, you straighten up from where you’re knelt on the bed. Your innocent doe-like eyes silently pleading with Harry to simply give in.

However, he merely crosses his arms and leans his tall body against the doorframe to the bedroom. “I know you’re getting ready to say something bratty, and I’m gonna tell you right now…don’t.”

You frown. “Har—”

“No.” His tone is cool but firm. His expression is unreadable. And despite the way you’ve attempted to present yourself to him, he remains unfazed. 

He doesn’t allow himself to drink in your submissive stance. Or the revealing lingerie you’ve worn just to tease him. Or even the way you've kept your head bowed since the moment he walked in, just to tip the scales in your favor.

In fact, when he first came home and found you here, he’d simply cleared his throat and announced he was back.

And that he was ready for that talk.

You try again. “Har, I just—”

“What did I just say?” he reminds you, brow cocking upward. Your third warning. “I want you silent. You are not to speak until I allow you to do so. Is that understood?”

You push your lips into a wounded pout and nod once.

Pleased with your reaction, he rewards you with the softest of smiles. “S’a good girl. It’s my turn to talk right now. And your turn to listen. And I want you to listen very closely. Okay?”

Another nod.

He straightens up and takes a beat. He allows you to wonder. Allows you to anticipate what he might say.

Anticipate how much trouble you’re in.

“Do you understand why I ask you to do certain things?” he begins. “Do you understand…why I expect your obedience?”

You blink up at him, forcing a captivated expression so he knows you’re listening.

“Because there are only a few things in the world I cannot control,” he continues. “But you…I will always control you."

Your cheeks flush.

“I control your body,” he murmurs, pushing off the wall to step closer. “I control your pleasure…and I control your safety. I will always…control your safety.”

He reaches the edge of the mattress and takes your chin between his fingers. With a firm squeeze, he looks down, and your heart races inside your chest at his touch.

You haven’t felt it in days.

And it sets your entire body alight.

“I will always protect you, sweet girl,” he says, and despite the dominant edge, his vulnerability manages to slip through. “I will always take care of you. You…are my number one priority. Whether I’m here or there. And I need you to know that.”

His thumb brushes down your bottom lip, and he plays with it as he gazes at you. In a way so loving, and so devoted…you feel yourself clench.

“I expect your obedience because it’s the only way I can know I’m keeping you safe,” he whispers. “That I’m keeping you cared for. That you’re okay even if I’m not here. So when you go against my direct instructions…it scares me. And do you want to scare me, mama?”

Your head shakes quickly as a whimper gets caught in your throat.

“No. I didn’t think so,” he just about coos, smiling softly. “So you understand why I have to punish you now?”

Your lashes flutter like butterfly wings and you nod, practically reeling as your thighs squeeze a bit tighter together.

“Good,” he hums proudly, hand dropping from your face. You just about pout. “And you’ll take it, won’t you? Take it like the good girl I know you are. Until you learn…not to do it again.”

You nod again, fingers curling into your palm as you resist the urge to reach for him. You understand why he’s doing this. And you appreciate it more than that. This is one of your favorite scenes with him and you’re practically shaking with anticipation.

But…you also wish you could hug him. At least greet him properly and welcome him back before jumping into everything else. Kiss him tenderly and tell him how much you missed him. How happy you are that he’s safe.

That he’s come home.

You imagine this is why he’s refusing to let you do just that. He has to know how much you want it and is instead using this cold, distant demeanor to aid in your punishment.

It’s rather smart.

Pleased with your response, he smirks. “I know you will. Gonna be so good for both of us, aren’t you?”

Both.

Your eyes widen while the flip in your stomach turns into a full-blown circus as you look up at him.

However, he merely glances over his shoulder toward the hallway. “Grab her.”

You don’t have the chance to fully process his instruction before Asher is slipping out of the shadows and making his way into the room.

You thought he’d left after Harry got home but you suppose it makes sense why he didn’t.

And you aren’t about to complain.

You watch him stride toward the bed, and he shoots you that gentle and playful grin of his as he begins to crawl behind you on the mattress.

Your breathing becomes rather sporadic as he loops his hands under your arms and guides you onto his lap. Then, he turns you around until your face is buried in the duvet and your ass is in the air.

And he keeps you there, strewn across his legs, and vulnerable to Harry’s hungry eyes as the room falls silent.

You hear the sound of a belt. The familiar but chilling clanging of metal and brushing of fabric as it’s pulled from Harry’s body.

And you know what happens next.

“You ready, sweetheart?” you hear Asher whisper, soft lips grazing the shell of your ear as he dips down.

You shiver, whining slightly as you nod.

You don’t see him, but you hear Harry slowly walk around the edge of the bed. He’s trying to tease you. Make you squirm. And it works because you’ve never felt so needy and pathetic in your life.

Rough fingers find your skin. Dancing up the backs of your legs and toward the cheap, skimpy thong around your hips.

You’d hoped him seeing you in such suggestive clothing would lighten his mood.

Apparently…you were wrong.

But it seems to still be working in your favor as Harry’s large palm smooths over your ass in an almost tender fashion. It’s warm, and slow, and tantalizing. The simplest of touches and yet…with him? It’s everything.

You relax at the feel, mewling thankfully at the relief you find in his touch.

This makes him chuckle under his breath. “Miss me that much, mama?”

You nod quickly, eyes squeezing shut as he moves for the material disappearing between your cheeks. 

“Wrapped yourself up all nice and pretty for me, hm?” he continues before he finds the ribbon of your corset and begins tugging it playfully. “Are you my welcome home present, sugar?”

You whimper.

“You are,” he decides in a gentle purr. “And you do look so pretty. Doesn’t she?”

“Very,” Asher says, and you feel him slide his hand across your back so he can hook it onto your hip and keep you cemented to his thighs.

You’re almost thankful you can’t see them. Their voices alone are about to ruin you and you know their faces absolutely would.

“Tell me, sweet girl…” Harry calls before his finger wraps around the thong and he guides it away from your body, “…did you think this would work? Think I’d forget about your punishment just because you got all dolled up?”

Yes. “Mm-mm,” you mumble quietly, head shaking as you try to obey his rule about staying silent.

“No?” His grip on the fabric gets tighter as he continues to pull. “Then you wore this for yourself? Or for Asher?”

You resist the temptation grind against Asher’s leg as you exhale shakily.

“Speak,” Harry commands, and you glance to the side.

“Wore it for you,” you admit sheepishly to the two men awaiting your reply. “Wasn’t trying to be sneaky…just missed you and wanted to do something to show you that.”

He considers this for a very brief moment. “Are you being honest with me?”

Your lashes flutter and the silence in the room is deafening. “…no.”

You can practically hear them smirk to themselves as Harry hisses, “Didn’t fucking think so.”

With that, he snaps the panties off, forcing you to gasp as you squirm from the sudden force.

God, you wish you could see him. Wish more than anything that you could watch the muscles in his throat constrict from the anger you’re sure he’s trying hard to tame. 

He’s always beautiful, but perhaps he's the most beautiful when he’s outraged. And every feature on his face is twisted into a malicious sneer as he inflicts his displeasure on anyone unlucky enough to witness it.

Maybe this is why you enjoy your punishments so much. Because his pain is always worth it.

The leather of his belt slides down your cheeks before traveling along your leg. He’s warning you. Giving you a moment to prepare. Something that almost seems thoughtful, but you know is only intended to worsen your apprehension.

And it works beautifully.

“What are you gonna do?” he asks as he continues gliding the material across your backside. 

“I’m…I’m gonna count,” you recite in a small voice. “And…apologize.”

“That’s right,” he agrees. “And who…are you going to apologize to?”

Your mouth opens, ready to reply before you think his question all the way through.

“Both of you,” you finally answer, and he hums.

“Good.” He pulls the belt away from you. “I think eleven strikes should suffice. Three…for each day you disobeyed me. Three…for each day you disobeyed him. Four…for the fact that you thought you could get away with it by wearing this…”

He falls silent, and your thighs clench.

“And an extra…” he murmurs, “…because Asher deserves to see how pretty you look when you cry.”

Your eyes just about roll back and before you have the chance to feel thrilled…the belt cracks through the air and lands on your ass.

The sharp contact makes you jolt as you choke on a whine and lurch forward.

And the subtle sting is quick to trickle beneath your skin as he leans back, and you can't help sighing contently.

God, you've missed this.

“One,” you whisper, eyes locking onto the wall across from you. “I’m sorry.”

Another strike.

“Two.” Your fingers curl around the duvet as you steel yourself. “I’m sorry.”

Another strike.

With each additional whip of his belt against your skin, you’re forced into the light of pain and pleasure.

He gives you about fifteen seconds between each one. He wants you to feel it. Wants you to pray for it to be over.

And you do want it to be over. Only because that means he’ll finally be through with your punishment, and he’ll actually touch you. Hold you, kiss you, be with you in the way he hasn’t since he left.

You continue counting down, and as you do, the pain begins to linger. Not just from the spanking, but from the way your clit viciously grazes Asher’s leg whenever you jerk forward. And you try not to squirm, you really do, but the emptiness you feel between your thighs overwhelms you. 

You’re sure Harry can tell. You’re sure Asher can tell. And he attempts to help you by squeezing your hip as you whimper from the forceful contact and apologize for the fifth time.

And then…everything changes.

Harry’s aim lowers and the firm leather meets the place where your thigh and butt connect. It lands there, right across the dip with a loud smack, and your ears start to ring.

You gasp louder than you have before. It’s hard, and it hurts, and the tears instantly pool in your eyes.

Your voice shakes as you say, “Six…I’m…I’m sorry.”

Harry pauses, and you assume he’s assessing your reaction before he does it again. Right in the same spot.

You yelp as your lip quivers, and the water begins to run freely down your cheeks.

God, it hurts. He always makes sure to make it hurt, and you have to appreciate him for it. After all, he promised punishment.

This is it.

“Seven,” you just about sob, your knuckles going white from how hard you’ve begun to grip the blanket. “I’m…I’m…”

You can’t get the word out. Can’t seem to force the syllables from your tongue as Harry tsks disapprovingly.

“Come on, sugar,” he tuts. “You were doing so good. Don’t make Daddy angry now.”

Your head shakes quickly as your eyes squeeze shut. “I’m…I’m sorry.”

He makes another noise, this time of appreciation before you hear the belt cut through the air.

Again lands the strike to the same abused spot, and you cry out as you seize up, writhing over Asher’s lap.

You feel Asher’s hand leave your hip before it’s suddenly ghosting across your face. His fingers quickly slip under your chin, and you sniffle as he guides your head toward him.

You can see the hesitation in his expression as he studies you, his thumb brushing across your soaked cheek as he looks back to Harry.

“Boss…” he calls quietly, almost as if in warning.  

But Harry simply clicks his tongue. “No, she’s fine. She can take it. She’ll take it. Know she will. Gonna be our good girl.”

You attempt to nod, despite Asher’s hold, and when you hear Harry get ready to go again, your features twist into an apprehensive wince.

Asher frowns.

The belt slaps across your skin as you whimper and brace yourself against Asher’s body, almost as if trying to escape.

In turn, he tightens his hold as you cry a bit harder and nuzzle your face into his arm in an attempt to catch your breath.

“Count, mama,” Harry reminds you, and you swallow a pitiful whine as you begin blubbering the number.

“Har,” Asher tries again, interrupting your apology.

“She’s all right. And she’s gonna count. Just like I asked,” Harry replies, and you hear him run the leather through his hand.

Your bottom burns from the harsh whips, and despite how hard you’re trying to obey, your body seems to have other plans.

You’re overstimulated. Emotionally, physically, mentally. The pain from the spanking, the pain from the grinding against your cunt, the pain from knowing Harry’s keeping himself from you.

And you know he loves this. Know he loves to watch you weep for him. Because of him. After all, these are the only tears of yours he permits.

If you cry for any other reason outside of his attempts to pleasure you…all hell breaks loose.

So you allow yourself to cry. You allow yourself to get even further worked up as the tears pour, exactly the way he loves. 

You sniffle once more as you stutter out the apology and curl yourself as close to Asher as you can, completely settling into the submissive roll.

To this, Harry hums before you hear him ready the next crack of his belt.

Your muscles instantly recoil when you hear the way it slices through the air, face scrunching up as you prepare for the contact.

Then, suddenly…something changes in Asher’s touch.

“Harry,” he snaps loudly, in a tone you’re sure you’ve never heard him use before.

The strike never comes.

The room falls silent.

Your soft sobs begin to subside.

You hear something hit the floor, and you wonder for only a moment what it was before a pair of hands are gripping onto your waist and gently turning you around.

You’re pulled from Asher’s lap as Harry scoops you into his arms, one palm coming up to cup your cheek to guide your attention to him.

“Okay, all right,” he murmurs softly. Soothingly. “It’s okay. Do you need to use your safe word?”

You take a minute to find your voice, frowning some as your bottom continues to radiate heat and soreness from the way you’ve been sat on it. 

But Harry doesn’t rush you. He keeps you secure against his body, eyes soft and words comforting.

After a moment, you swipe your fingers through the stains on your face and shake your head. “No. No, I don't need to use it.”

“Are you sure?” Harry’s voice is stern but full of compassion. “Mama, you know I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I know,” you whisper, offering a small smile. “You didn’t. I mean…not in a bad way.”

His eyebrows pull together, almost in disbelief. “Are you being honest with me?”

“Yes,” you say truthfully. “I promise. I don’t need to use it. I’m okay. You know I always take it for you.”

It’s his turn to smile, and he does so with a quiet chuckle. “I know, sweet girl. But what did I say? You always come first. And I won’t tolerate you allowing me to hurt you past what we’ve agreed on. I would never forgive myself.”

“I know,” you echo, leaning closer to brush your nose against his. He sighs gratefully as his lashes flutter. “I promise. I don’t need to use it. I’m okay. You’d never hurt me. I promise.”

For a moment, he simply internalizes this vow. Allows you to snuggle into his chest as he wraps himself around you and helps you calm down.

The two of you have only ever struggled with something like this once before.

You had slipped into your subspace after a particularly overstimulating session. Harry was intent on working out some of his frustration with you and you had been more than happy to oblige.

But soon, he lost himself in the punishment. In the way your body bent to his will. And you were too far gone to stop him. Unable to use your safe word despite the fact that you might have needed to. You just wanted to make him happy. So you allowed him to continue and didn't give it a second thought.

Once the activities had ended and you pulled yourself from the submissive state, you told him. Told him what you had almost told him before you floated away.

And it fucking ruined him.

He was guilt-stricken. He’d sunk to his knees and begged for your forgiveness. The first time he'd ever gotten onto his knees for you outside of sex. He kissed your hands, and hips, and stomach as he whispered his remorse into your skin. As he pleaded with you to allow him to make it better.

And you held no ill-thoughts or feelings. It certainly wasn't his fault. He had absolutely no way of knowing and you know he'd never do it on purpose.

But things changed after that. Agreements and understandings were made. Harry knows your limits and rules just as you know his. He keeps a close eye on you. Always. Looking for any signs that you're depleting yourself for his pleasure.

Thankfully, today this is not the case.

Today…this is everything you want.

When you’ve finally managed to relax your muscles, you lean back, and Harry smirks before running his thumb under your eye. 

“My precious girl,” he whispers, and you flush. “Told you you’re beautiful when you cry.”

You glance down at your lap as you grin before your attention drifts to the left, where Asher still waits.

His expression is hard and filled with concern. It’s a look you’ve seen before, but only ever in the context of their work.

Today, this is a direct result of what happened only moments ago, and your heart aches when you see how worried he looks.

“You’re okay?” he repeats, and the sound of his voice is rather coarse as he looks between you.

“I’m okay,” you repeat as Harry’s hand drops back down to your hip. “Promise. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

His lips purse. He seems to be struggling to vocalize his unease and you shift in Harry’s lap so you can fully face the man beside you.

“I’ve never seen you get that angry with her before,” he tells his boss, and Harry nods. “Never seen her cry like that before. Felt…felt wrong to see her in that kind of pain and not do something.”

You feel a rush of adoration for your protector as Harry hums his understanding and squeezes your waist.

“I know,” Harry agrees. “I should have warned you earlier. But I’m glad your first instinct is to protect her. Even from me.”

Asher’s eyes fall to his hands.

You frown. “It’s okay,” you murmur again, crawling a bit closer. “This is just…what we do. It’s what we agreed on. We have a safe word and a system in place so I can always communicate with him.”

And while you’d hoped this would help, it seems as though it does absolutely nothing to comfort him as you settle onto your knees in front of his legs.

He keeps his focus down, almost as if punishing himself, so you slip your fingers beneath his jaw to guide his face to yours. Exactly like he had done to you earlier.

When you finally see him, you feel gutted by the weary pull of his expression.  

“Ash,” you murmur, and he chews on the inside of his lip. “I’m okay. I like it when he makes me cry. Like it when he hurts me.”

You imagine he’ll be a little put off by such an admission, and for a moment, he simply blinks at you.

And then…his gaze darkens, and his teeth scrape together. Almost as if restraining himself from thinking about it.

You smirk to yourself. His reaction is quite telling, and you swallow a chuckle as you turn to glance over your shoulder at Harry.

He seems to be thinking the same thing you are, and he grins smugly before nodding his chin at you.

With this permission, you scoot a bit closer to Asher and tighten your hold on his cheeks. 

“I’m okay,” you whisper again, and he releases a deep breath. “More than okay.”

He relaxes in your hold, and you use this as encouragement to move in. Your lips ghost down his neck. Hovering over a prominent vein before they finally make contact, and you feel him stiffen.

You press your mouth to his skin, and you can feel the pounding of his pulse as you linger there. As you let him realize what you’re doing.

Your kisses travel down. Soft and slow and rather innocent. 

“I’m okay,” you repeat quietly between each one. “So okay.”

You’re simultaneously calming him down and working him up. You can feel the way he begins to unwind, subtly leaning into you as you let one hand travel to his chest.

It’s strong. Broad. Firm. Even through his dark t-shirt, you can feel the quick breaths he’s taking. The way he’s beginning to succumb to your intentions.

You smile.

He doesn’t touch you. Doesn’t rush you. He lets you explore whatever you’d like as you scratch down his pecs and lick just below his jaw.

It makes him shiver and you feel rather proud of the way you can ease his upset through such a simple touch.

Then, Harry clears his throat, and calls you back, forcing you to break away from the right-hand man.

Asher’s expression is hazy when you finally see it. Lashes fluttering as he swallows a sigh, and you offer a soft grin before turning back to your boyfriend. 

“You like taking care of him, don’t you, mama?” Harry murmurs, hand coming out to smooth up your thigh.

You nod bashfully.

 “Mm. I know,” he coos, hooking his fingers under your knees to help guide you back onto your ass. “But we’re not done with your punishment, are we?”

Your head shakes.

“No,” he agrees, glancing behind you toward Asher. “And I don’t think we’ve quite forgiven you yet.”

Asher clears his throat and slips his fingers around your upper arms to tug you down until your back meets the mattress.

Your head is laid between his thighs as Harry crawls down your legs, slowly pulling them apart so he can settle there.

And you know exactly what happens next. Know exactly what Harry expects of you, and there’s a catch in your throat as you glance up toward Asher.

In turn, he looks down at you with his familiar, teasing smile before brushing his knuckles across your cheek. “Say your prayers, sweetheart.”

The muscles in your stomach quiver beneath your corset at the salacious tone of voice just as Harry is lifting your hips and bringing you to his mouth.

You stumble over a moan and your eyes roll back as your nails scratch down the blanket beneath you. He’s wasting no time, instantly nipping and licking at your cunt as if he’s been deprived of it for weeks.

And for the two of you, three days feels about the same.

It’s all a blur from here. You can’t focus on anything else but him. 

Them.

The way your boyfriend groans into your pussy as he licks you clean while his right-hand man keeps you glued to the bed.

And every time you squirm, Harry leans back to smack his hand against your clit, forcing you to cry out as you writhe away.

But Asher is there to make sure you don’t get very far, instantly bringing his hand to your jaw as he tuts, “Uh-uh.”

You’re already so worked up that it only takes a couple more minutes of sucking and teasing for you to reach your first orgasm. 

And it’s everything. Overpowering and complete, despite the fact that what you really want…Harry hasn’t given you yet.

You hope he does. Hope he fucks you into oblivion but something tells you…that’s not in the cards tonight.

Once you manage to blink the stars from your eyes, Harry glances up at you, and you flush when you see the mess on his chin.

“Say it,” he hisses, curling his hands around your hips in warning.

You swallow and work to find your voice. “One…I’m sorry.”

“Good,” he growls before bringing two fingers closer. “Again.”

He slips in without warning, pumping himself through just to shove you back up the precipice of pleasure. 

And it works. It so fucking works. You arch off the bed and struggle in his hold as you whisper his name. 

He curls when he knows you can’t take it anymore. Strokes and thrusts and sucks on your clit until your muscles begin to ache. Until the tears have returned and the pain has slipped in beside the euphoric bliss.

The coil shatters moments later and Harry slaps his hand down your cunt when you come without warning him first.

“Two,” you blubber, throwing your arms over your face to hide. “I’m sorry.”

“Again,” he orders, even though he gives you no choice in the matter before diving back in.

And it hurts.

It hurts exactly the way you both love. You’re raw and sore and so overly sensitive but you revel in it as you cry once more. As you gasp for air and drag your nails down Asher’s thighs to ground yourself.

You hear him chuckle before he takes hold of your wrists and tugs them above your head.

Now, you really have no choice but to take it.

Harry adds a third finger, and the stretch makes you buck up. He responds to this disobedience by pinching your clit until you just about scream from the agonizing sensation. 

But it pushes you into your third and you barely stammer out the number and apology before he’s slipping in a fourth finger and flattening his tongue against you.

And the sounds he makes. The sounds you make for him. The sounds of everything.

But then he spits, and you decide then that you’re never going to disobey him again.

You try to keep your eyes open but it’s so hard. So hard to do anything else but think of the feeling in your belly. Between your thighs. In your head.

It’s only when Asher reaches out to brush his thumb down your lip that you peer up.

“There she is,” he murmurs, and you whimper at the salty taste of his finger. “So sweet when you apologize.”

You’d likely respond if you could but you’re coming for the fourth time before you quite get the chance.

Now, it’s harder to catch your breath. Chest heaving and body trembling as Harry’s incessant teasing begins to slow.

“Four,” you finally sough through gentle sobs and hiccups. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry…I’m sorry, I’m sorry—”

Harry eases himself out, quickly lifting to his knees so he can crawl up the length of your body and bring his face to yours.

He dips down and kisses you. Slow and gentle. A stark contrast to his previous forcefulness and you instantly melt beneath his mouth. 

God, the way he tastes. His tongue is coated with your arousal and he shares this delicacy without a second thought. He pushes each drop into your mouth before his fingers find your throat, and curl around the delicate base.

His pointed squeeze tells you to swallow, so you do. And you’d swallow everything he ever gave you if that’s what he wanted.

But soon, he stops. He knows you’ve slipped away from him and after he takes his lips from you, he snakes an arm under your back and pulls you up.

His movements are tender. He doesn’t want to startle you or hurt you. He just wants to hold you as you swim through the haze of your submissive headspace.

But keeping his kisses from you feels like the cruelest thing he’s done all day. He must still be upset. You must not have done a good enough job. He must have wanted you to keep going but you didn’t and now he’s sad and hurt.

“M’sorry,” you mumble again, nuzzling your face into his neck the moment you’re sat upright. You can’t look at him. Don’t want to see the disappointment. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I’m sorry—”

“Shh,” he interrupts in a quiet but authoritative hush. “No more of that. You’re okay. Did so fucking good, mama. I’m so proud of you.”

You whimper as you curl into his chest, already half-asleep from the overexertion.

But he keeps speaking to you, lips pressing into your hair as he hums his approval. “Took your punishment so well for us,” he says. “Knew you could.”

His fingers rub against your hip before he moves to the corset. He pops the buttons free and undoes the ribbon until he can pull it from your body.

Now you can breathe a bit better, and the cool air feels good against the sticky sweat coating your stomach. 

This is the first time you’ve been truly naked in front of both men, but you don’t have the mental awareness to care right now.

Instead, you cling yourself to Harry’s body as he chuckles and runs his palm up and down your bare spine.

When the throbbing in your cunt has begun to subside, you hesitantly peek out from where you’ve hidden yourself in Harry’s collarbone to look between them.

Your eyes are wide and hopeful, lips already trembling as you ask, “…forgive me?”

Asher and Harry exchange a certain look you can’t read before Harry mumbles, “I forgive you, sweet girl.”

You smile brightly with this before looking to the second man.

He’s fighting a chuckle. “I forgive you, too, sweetheart.”

And you’re so thrilled. So happy to have made them happy that you hum contently and squeeze Harry’s hand in yours.

But this tender moment doesn’t last as long as you’d like before Harry is shifting you from his lap and back into Asher’s.

And after passing you off to his right-hand man, he disappears from the bed altogether, leaving you to watch him go with a curious look.

To help ease your confusion, Asher wraps his arms around your middle and pulls you into his chest.

“He’s gonna come back,” he tells you, tucking his chin just over your shoulder. “Gonna hold you till he is, okay?”

You nod quickly and nestle into his embrace.

And Harry does in fact return about a minute later, a washcloth in his hand.

There isn’t really much to clean up, but the warm compress always helps soothe those lingering twinges of pain.

So, he moves onto his stomach as Asher reaches down to pry your thighs apart and make room. 

With an abundance of caution and adoration, Harry brings the towel to your swollen pussy, softly stroking the sensitive region. 

He goes over your thighs, your stomach, your clit. He doesn’t rub or pull, and anytime you grimace, he stops.

But the warm water helps relax you even further until you eventually sigh as you unwind between Asher’s arms.

And Asher smiles against your temple. 

When Harry’s through, he makes a trade. He hands the cloth to Asher while Asher hands you to him.

And once you’re back in Harry’s possession, Asher returns to the bathroom to discard of the towel and grab some lotion.

He then brings it to Harry as Harry gingerly guides you onto your stomach so he can begin. 

The next few minutes are quiet but filled with love.

The soothing lotion is massaged over your backside as the sting from the spanking slowly dissipates. 

You’re happy he’s not dragging you into the shower like he normally does. Not that you don’t enjoy the soft, lazy kisses under the water as he runs a loofa down your body.

But right now…all you really want is to get under the covers and fall asleep on his chest.

You want to welcome him home.

And a part of you is upset by the way you haven’t been able to show him how much you really missed him. Get a taste for yourself. Take him down your throat as he groans and gives you everything.

But you suppose this is part of your punishment. There will be other times for that.

Today…you had some repenting to do.

Once Harry is through, he flips you back around and kisses you. He tells you everything words never could. He paints his infatuation with you across your tongue and you couldn’t be happier.

After laying down beside you and pulling you into his chest, his fingers stroke delicately through your hair. Effectively lulling you into a blissful reverie.

“Want to talk to you about something, mama,” he mumbles quietly as you roll your head back to look at him. “Would that be okay?”

You nod.

“Both of you…actually,” he corrects before glancing toward Asher, who’s leaned against the wall watching. “Figured now might be a good time.”

Asher’s brow raises.

“You know…” Harry begins, returning his attention to you, “…that all we want to do is protect you and keep you safe…yeah?”

You nod again.

“And you know…we’d do anything for you,” he continues, pressing his palm to your cheek as he cups it lovingly. “Do anything to make you happy. Make you feel good. Yeah?”

Your answer is to turn your face and press your lips into his hand as he smiles.

“Good,” he whispers, stealing another curious glance at Asher. “Then I want to know…if you’ll let us do that. If you’ll let us make you feel good. In a way we maybe haven’t before.”

It takes a moment for you to realize what he means, but once the insinuation finds you, your breath hitches.

“Don’t have to answer right away,” he tells you calmly. “I know I’m asking a lot, sugar. And you know I don’t like to share you.”

A quiet moment passes as he leans down to place a kiss to your forehead. 

“But I’ll share you with him,” he whispers. “Because I know he’d take care of you, too. And you’d take care of him, wouldn’t you?”

You nod quickly, heart hammering inside your chest.

“I know,” he smiles. “But you can say no, honey. You can always say no. I just think…you deserve to have all your little holes filled. Deserve to feel so fucking good. In every way you can. And I think that…is worth sharing you for.”

Your nails begin to scratch down his shirt as the image appears like a mural inside of your mind. Already, you can feel yourself clench from the very idea of being filled by them. From the idea of both their hands, and lips, and voices. The idea of getting to touch them, and be with them, and take them.

“And I know how much he wants to,” Harry adds, tossing a rather sadistic smirk across the room at his friend. “He’s told me before that he’d do anything you asked him to. Do fucking anything…to feel you.”

Your eyes widen.

“S’that still true?” Harry asks his partner, and you can hear the taunt within the question.

Asher clears his throat quietly and straightens up, seemingly a little hesitant. “…yes.”

Harry chuckles before returning his attention to you. “So, I want you to think about it, okay? No right or wrong answer, sweet girl. Whatever you’re comfortable with, we’ll—”

“Okay.”

He pauses. “Okay?”

You tug your lip between your teeth and nod fervently. “Okay. Yes, I…I want to. I’ll…whatever you want. Do it. I’ll do it.”

He breaks out into a large grin. “Oh, that’s our fucking girl,” he just about growls before surging forward to kiss you.

And you bask under his praise. Under the possessive title you wear proudly.

You love to be his.

And you will always be theirs.

One more part🥹😭

Previous Parts:

~ Mine* (Pt. 1)

~ Ours* (Pt. 2)

~ Yours* (Pt. 3)

~ Other Harry Blurbs

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[narrycherries]

you sunshine, you temptress

you are normally an anxious wreck, and something about Harry’s hands calms you down (and his teeth..) * slight smut

word count: 3.7K

warnings: Harry x reader, soft!dom harry, biting, spitting, smut, some fluff

Harry was sitting at his desk, eyes fixated on the computer monitor, when you gently tapped your fingers on the door. He looked past the screen and gave you a nod, silently assuring you that you weren’t interrupting anything. It was nice that he worked from home the majority of the time. That meant that you could spend lots of time with him and that when you were having bad times, he was just a few rooms away.

He didn’t fully turn his attention away from the contract he was reading over, though. You felt a sting in your heart as you realized he wasn’t looking your way. But you stayed calm and softly walked across the room, your socks muffling your footsteps.

Once you were at his side, hands fumbled with each other as you waited, he finished the paragraph he was on and adjusted the cursor over the next section so he wouldn’t lose his place.

“Hi, my sweet girl.” He said as he turned in the chair, his hands extending for you to take or to step closer, whichever you wanted.

You opted to take his hands and squeeze them tight before placing them on your waist. When you didn’t say anything, he became more concerned. He pulled you closer, wanting to give you some comfort. He could easily tell when your anxiety was hyped up. Your breaths were shaky and your eyes avoided his - simple but key things he noticed every time - on top of other signs.

“What’s the matter, angel baby?” He hummed, dragging you between his knees. Your eyes were placed on his shoulder instead of his face. “Hey, sweet pea. I’ve missed you.”

You nodded softly, indicating the same thing back to him. He knew you were long gone as your hand moved to his shoulder, sliding to the collar of his shirt and you started to gently scratch and pinch his skin.

“Wanna sit in my lap, baby?” He asked in a soft voice, remembering how easily you could get triggered by loud or overwhelming noises.

You nod again, allowing him to maneuver your body. He took notice of your attire - leggings and an oversized sweatshirt. It was August and you usually never got cold, so he was confused as to why you had a long sleeve item on.

“Are you cold, baby?” He asked, toying with the hem of the sweatshirt as you leaned your side against his body.

“Yeah.. Cus m’not by you.” You muttered out, eyes closing as you savored the feeling of sitting on his lap, his arms secured around your body. His attention was fully yours now. “Miss you.”

He kissed your cheek a few times. “I miss you, baby. You can stay with me for a bit.”

You nodded softly as you picked at your thumbnail. Harry carefully pulled one hand away from the other, knowing you’ll destroy your skin if he didn’t. You huffed and snatched your arms up, crossing them over your chest. He sighed, but kept his cool. He wasn’t intending to set you off, just wanted to look after you.

“M’not tryna be mean, baby, okay?”

“I know.. just don’t.. like it when you do that.” You stared down at his hand that was resting on your thigh.

Your mind drifted off for a moment. You couldn’t resist thinking about how much you adored his hands - how he rubbed your back, caressed your belly, squeezed your breasts. He did so many wondrous things with his hands. He loved to play with your hair and tickle your waist and hold you while you slept. But your favorite things were when he let you suck on his fingers and thumb, whether during sex or while trying to sleep. Most of all, when he rubbed your clit or explored your womanhood - pulling, pinching, and flicking through your folds and over your nub.. that was your favorite.

“Someone’s distracted, hmm.” He said, squeezing your waist as he pressed a line of kisses down your jaw to your chin. “Do you need something special, baby?”

You thought for a moment about your options. Did you want pleasure? Or did you want to give him pleasure and receive praise? You loved either idea, but you weren’t sure. Harry’s thumb and index finger bumped your chin, forcing your head towards him.

“Baby doll, don’t be shy with me.”

“M’not.. just thinking ‘bout what I want.” You pout your lips out, eyes locked with his.

“I can take a twenty minute break, okay?” He looked at his computer for a moment, then shifted his focus back to you. “Whatever you need, baby, just tell me.”

“Twenty?” You softly whispered, your head leaning against his now.

He chuckled back. “I guess it depends on what you want, doll. Y’know I’ll make exceptions.”

That made you feel a little better. You took a deep breath and pushed it through your nose. Your body was experiencing a lot of anxiety, thankfully it was slightly better now that you were with him. But you weren’t sure what you wanted.

“I dunno yet.”

He licked his lips as you looked down at your legs again. “You don’t have to pick anything specific. Just wanna sit with me for a bit?”

You shrugged. “I wan’ to do something special.”

For the first time in what felt like forever, you sat your hand over his on your thigh and started tracing his skin. He gave your hip a knead, wishing he could probably feel your butt.

“You’re anxious, yeah?”

“Mhm.. a bit.”

He pressed his lips to your cheek, making you blush. “When you’re anxious.. you like f’me to make you feel good, don’t you, baby?”

You nod. He slid his hand up your leg, pushing the sweatshirt out of the way. It was way too long for you. You watched as he got closer to your crotch,

“Let me make you feel good then, angel.”

You curled your fingers around his wrist and stopped him from moving any further. He frowned, confused as to why you weren’t letting him do this.

“Wan’ your other hand..”

He smirked. “Want my better hand, hm?”

“This one gets tired too quick.”

The chuckle that left his throat made your heart skip a beat. He was just so attractive to you in every way. You turned slightly, your hands grabbing his face to yank him towards you. He hummed as his mouth fell on yours, tongues slipping around and lips smacking against one another.

Harry gripped your waist with one hand, the other clutching your hip. He wasn’t letting up on you. He sucked on your tongue, making you moan into his mouth. You pulled away, fingers gripping his jaw to keep him back. Immediately, your eyes fell to his lips - they were red liek yours now, slightly swollen and covered in a thin layer of spit. You licked your own lips, wanting to swipe your tongue over his skin to clean him up.

He knew that look in your eyes all too well. His lips pulled into a smirk as he let saliva gather in his mouth. You gulped, hoping that he was going to let you do your favorite thing.

“Please.” You whispered, eyes trained on his mouth as he parted his lips. “Wan’ it, please.”

Without saying a word, he swished all of his spit onto his tongue and knocked your hands down from his face so he could move. You whimpered as you touched his chest, waiting patiently. Harry tapped your chin, a silent command for you to open your mouth. You stuck your tongue out past your lip, eyes watching him closely. He held your jaw and angled your head the way he needed it to be.

A rumble exploded in your stomach as he spit onto your tongue, his taste filling your mouth. Your panties were getting damper by the second. He did it again as you pulled at his shirt, begging for more.

“Hold it, baby.” He mumbled as he let his hand fall from your face. “Look so pretty with my spit in your mouth, don’t you?”

You frowned your brows gently, nodding your head as he slipped his hand under your shirt. Harry knew what you wanted next - his command. You were not in any sort of dominating relationship, but you loved it when he was that way with you.

“Go ‘head, baby doll. Show me what you love doing.”

You released a gentle moan as you spread his spit onto your lips, smearing it over your skin. He watched with a hard smirk, eyes focused on your mouth. You scooped it all back up and move it from cheek to cheek, tasting him was your favorite thing.

“Swallow it f’me, baby.” He said with a lift of his brows.

You pushed it all down your throat and stuck out your tongue, showing him it was all gone. He gave you a proud grin and grabbed your chin, bringing your face back to his. He kissed you for a long moment - it was sloppy and messy, tongues rubbing all over, spit mixing together and being passed around from mouth to mouth. It was dirty, like you liked. He had never experienced this kind of intimacy before you, and neither had you. It was just something that unfolded with time - something you both found within yourselves, only for each other.

“M’baby might be a bit more than anxious, yeah?” He said breathlessly, finally pulling back to take a break. “Are you horny, baby doll?”

A grunt slipped past your swollen lips. “Needy.”

He smirked at your correction. Despite being so filthy with him, you didn’t like hearing certain words. He pressed his lips to the corner of your mouth.

“Wan’ me to take care of you, baby?” His hand pressed into the small of your back. “Make it all go ‘way?”

You nodded, hands gripping either side of his neck. “Please.”

“Turn ‘round.” He patted your thigh, wanting you to adjust yourself in his lap.

You moved around, throwing a leg on either side of him, sitting down on his thighs like you belonged tbere. That’s because you did. Once you were situated, his hands grasped your body and you felt more of that anxiety in your gut fade away. You were comfortable.

“Tell me what you need.”

You groaned, tilting your head back in frustration. “More than twenty minutes.”

Harry chuckled. “Baby girl, y’already know I’ll give you all the time in the world.”

Once you received that assurance from him, your throughts went wild. You scratched at his neck, but not too harshly - the reminder than he has an important meeting tomorrow was stuck in your head, only because he’d have to leave you home by yourself.

“Mark me, please.” You said softly, one hand slipping onto his jaw to move his head where you wanted it, and he of course let you without putting up a fight. “Wanna be yours.”

He smirked against your throat as your head fell backwards. “Already mine, baby girl. But I’ll remind everyone.”

You sighed in relief as he started sucking on a spot of skin, pulling it into his mouth, drawing your blood to the area. For a second, you thought about stopping him but you didn’t want to - not all the way, at least. Your fingers locked in his hair, slightly pulling at his roots. He thought you were just reacting to him, letting him know you were enjoying it. So he frowned when you used some force to yank his head back, tearing his mouth from your skin.

“Baby, I thought-“

Your thumb covered his lips, making him silence himself. Sometimes you got a bit bossy, but without taking control or gaining any dominance. A pillow princess - that’s the term. You get what you want whenever you want, never have to do any work unless you want to.

“Bite me.” You muttered back, eyes boring into his.

His brows dropped. “Baby, y’know I don’t like using m’teeth on your neck.. s’too pretty for brutal marks.”

You groaned, sliding your thumb over his teeth before letting him envelope it into his warm mouth. “Don’t have to do many.. just a few, please.”

“No, darling. I’ll give you marks but no bites.”

You whined, frustrated with him at this point. “Baby, please!”

“We have dinner plans Saturday, baby. It’s easy to cover the bruises.. not teeth marks.”

You gave his chest a shove, making him huff back at you. “Harry, please. Don’t wanna beg you.”

“M’not gone let you, baby. I said no.”

Your nails sank into his shoulders, even though the fabric of his shirt he could feel them piercing his skin. His big hands grasped your hips, trying to calm you down but it wasn’t working. You were getting irritated with him.

“But I get what I want. You always promise me that, bubby.”

You attempted to sway him by using a soft, sad tone of voice and one of his favorite pet names. But it didn’t seem to work. He shook his head and pressed the pads of his fingers deep into your thick hips.

“I said no.” He sighed, closing his eyes for just a moment.

“Harry, pretty please.” You pout, rolling your bottom lip out and giving him wide eyes, doing whatever it possibly took.

He shook his head again. “No, honey. No.”

You didn’t like it when he denied you of soemthing you wanted. It happened so rarely that you never were able to handle it right when it did occur. You pushed out a breath, your lips turning to a frown.

“Then stop!” You suddenly blurted out, grabbing his wrists to push his arms away from your body.

“Baby, don’t.” Harry quickly tightened his grip on you, knowing you’d be unable to pull him off. “You’re acting like a child.”

“You’re being mean to me!” You felt your lip start to quiver, and of course he immediately noticed it.

“Nuh-uh, none of that, darling.” He was trying to be as sweet as he could.

He never liked it when you got upset, especially if he was the cause of it. The last thing he wanted for was your to cry over this - because he’s denying you of what you want.

“Baby, I don’t wanna hurt you. Everytime i bite you the way you want.. You bleed.”

“S’cus I wanna! I wanna hurt.. wan’ the pain.” You struggled to take in a proper breath. “You know I like it.”

Your arms slinked around his neck, pulling your self against him. His head was forced into the crook of your neck, but he didn’t fight you. If he was being honest, he was confused as to why you suddenly wanted his touch, weren’t you mad at him?

“Please, Harry, please.” You whined quietly. “I wan’ your teeth on me, please. Love you so much.. wanna be marked.”

“Baby.”

“I’ll do anything, bubba! Please!”

Harry took in a breath and carefully released it, his warmth spreading over your skin. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling and twisting to keep a hold on him. You felt hopeless, despite not wanting to give up. Harry could easily tell you were being genuine - whenever you were needy, you were just needy. There was no pretending or trying to deny it, he knew that.

He gave in. “You’re wearing your hair down Saturday.”

The second his teeth sunk into the side of your neck, you let out a loud moan of absolute pleasure. You adored the pain that shuddered through your body - straight to your core. Soft whines fell past your lips, getting lost in his hair as you shifted your head.

Harry’s fingers roughly grabbed your jaw and forced your head back where it had been, allowing him easier access to your neck. A thousand things flooded your mind all at once - each of them revolving around him. You wondered if he was really enjoying this. It was nothing new to you - the fact he didn’t like inflicting too much pain on you. Rougher sex was one thing, at least he knew then you were getting pleasure and an orgasm - but biting you so hard.. that was a whole other situation. He didn’t like doing it, the pain was a different type, the physical effects it caused to your body made him hate himself. But yet, he always did it whenever you asked because you were his princess - and princesses always get what they want.

The other main thought your mind kept circling back to was whether or not he was getting off on this. Was he just doing this to make you happy? You started to grind your hips down, trying to feel for any hardness. He groaned as you rubbed against his erection, a smile covered your lips. Of course he was horny, when was he not?

“Harry.” You muttered as he started working on a third mark, this time at the base of your throat where your skin was much thinner - which he was very aware of. He wasn’t trying to make you bleed out, but you weren’t satisfied anymore. “Harder.”

He opened his eyes as his lips fell from your neck. You huffed, trying to yank him back against you. He stopped you, his big hand coming up to gently touch the side of your neck - the side he hadn’t marked up. You were slightly irritated as his pretty eyes stared at the mark on your throat. He had bitten down too hard - even though it was lighter than the others. Your skin was so fragile there, so sensitive. Now, it was broken and a red circle was forming around the area.

“Don’t stop.” You whispered softly, combing through his hair. It was slightly oilier than usual, tonight was his shower night. “Please, baby.”

“M’done.” He muttered back, eyes still locked on your neck. There was a drop of blood pooling to the surface. He gulped as he watched it emerge and begin to roll down your skin. “I hurt you.”

His grip on your head loosened and you were finally able to move, opting to look down at him. You relaxed your body, sitting all the way on his thighs now. Your fingers curled around his nape, eyes trying to find his but he wouldn’t stop his staring.

“M’not hurt.” You whisper back, trying your best to remain calm and not become a brat about not getting your way. Sometimes Harry just didn’t realize he was doing everything you wanted him to do. “Please, look at me.”

The shake of his head was faint, barely noticeable. If you hadn’t been looking, you would have missed it. Harry’s hands were hardly touching your body now. He had returned his hand back to your waist - but he wasn’t even gripping you like he always, always did. It worried you, mostly because you thought it was your fault. Was he not turned on anymore? Did he not want to do this? You could still feel him under you, hard as a rock - but that didn’t mean he wanted to do this anymore.

“You’re bleeding.. in all three spots.” He mumbled, his lips stuck in the shape of a frown.

Once again, you try your best to move his head up, but he doesn’t allow it. A whine slips past your lips as you put both hands on his neck, attempting to get his attention.

“I can make you feel better, yeah?” You suggested, one hand traveling down his chest. He grabbed your wrist just as you reached his navel. “Harry.”

“No.” He quickly shot your efforts down.

“You don’t.. want me?” The words came out in a soft whisper, almost inaudible.

Harry let out an unamused laugh. “You shouldn’t want me, baby. I.. you’re bleeding.”

You were annoyed by his constant complaining, so you decided to determine the outcome yourself. When you reached up to touch your throat, Harry shook his head. You felt a wetness coat two of your fingertips. When you pulled your hand back to look, you felt a lump begin to form in your throat.

“M’not touching you anymore.. not right now.” He said suddenly, making your heart drop to your gut.

“What? No! Harry.” You whined, quickly wiping your fingers on your shirt so you could touch his face. “Bubby, i need you, please.”

“Baby, no.”

Tears began forming in your eyes. “This isn’t fair! I want this. You didn’t do it on purpose!”

He shook his head and gripped your sides. “Go. M’not doing anything.”

That broke your heart - literally crushed your lungs. A breath came from your mouth and you slumped against him, his face in your chest as you lazily put your arms around his neck.

“Pretty please.” You mumbled out, trying your best to be as sweet as possible. “Love you so much.”

Harry huffed back. “I love you, darling, but M’not doing this right now.”

“Harry-“

“Give it up, baby. M’serious.”

“Fine!” You threw your arms down and pressed your hands on his shoulders to stand up. He tried to keep a hold of your waist but you furiously shoved his hands down. “You’re being mean for no reason!”

He didn’t like the tears rolling down your clearly angry face. “Baby-“

“No!” You yelled, fists clutched at your sides. “I didn’t interrupt you! You let me in! I didn’t do anything mean to you!”

“I never said you did!” He raised his voice right back at you, but you didn’t care.

Within seconds, you were fleeing his office and rushing up the stairs to the bedroom. Harry was supposed to give you his undivided attention - but today he chose to neglect that promise. He wasn’t working on anything that needed his full focus, so why was he acting that way? It wasn’t like he had never bit you before..

((I wrote this originally using a name for the female character, but I changed it! Excuse any errors if I left in the name anywhere!))

[jarofstyles]

Arrogant Son Of A Bitch

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wc: 10.5k

warnings: aggression, ABO, possessive alpha, slight angst, mention of identity issues and anxiety. 

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He was following her. Again.

Fuck, she really thought she lost him at the last pub she was at. God— if it was anyone else she’d be genuinely worried, but it’s just Harry.

Harry Styles, the guy whose ego is arguably larger than his parent’s net worth, the guy who drinks overpriced coffee and reads books by women who have never felt the touch of a woman. Who’s alpha status was hard even for someone like Y/N to overlook.

Y/N was surprised to receive her omega status when she graduated high school. It was a surprise to most who knew her— she had been actively attending young alpha events, went head to head with other seemingly future alpha females and males. No one suspected a thing.

It was a hard adjustment to make, having to back away from her friend group for her own safety, choosing to go through her heats on her own instead of asking one of her friends to assist. She just couldn’t… submit.

It's why Harry pissed her off so much.

As much as she tried to deny it, she was just like any other omega. Y/N couldn’t really stop herself from physically reacting to his actions or even his presence. She’d tried taking scent blockers to stop her scent from attracting alphas and vice versa— but even those wore off over time (they weren’t really good for her health either). Every single time she told him no, it seemed that added more fuel to his flame.

“For fucks sake, Harry, could you at least try to be more subtle?” Y/N muttered as she walked out to the smoking area, Harry trailing close behind.

“Mmm, I could. But what’s the fun in that, pretty?” His wide grin was probably annoying her, dimples digging deep as he approached the one omega who had managed to hold his attention.

Harry was picky. He was so picky, in fact, his parents had begun to worry about him and his future. Of course, he blamed it on his nose and not himself, but he truly couldn’t find an omega that he felt was worth more than one night- in terms of relationships. He had respect for them, of course, but he was a healthy, strong alpha whose body was searching for a mate.

For a while, it seemed like no one would do. Every omega’s scent was just… wrong. Floral scents hurt his head after a while. Strong vanilla reminded him too much of the bakery he used to work at in his younger schooling years. Cinnamon was nice at first, but the after notes of the omega always clashed… and he was very sensitive to smells.

It wasn’t until he had come across little Y/N that his body had aligned with his head, and he clung to it. The faint smell had almost tricked him, clearly muted by a scent blocker. His curiosity peaked, leading him towards the potential source. She had been in a group of friends and he couldn’t quite sniff out who was the one calling to him until she had walked off that is.

She was perfect for him. Perfect body, perfect face, sexy little attitude to keep him from getting bored… and best of all, her scent. He could roll around in it for days. After that first night, He always found her so he could be around her smell, trying his hardest to get her alone to convince her that she should be with him. He was always a gentleman, never smelled any fear coming from her, so he pressed on.

But little Y/N was one hell of a tough cookie to crack. The eye rolls, no’s that she didn’t mean… she was delaying the inevitable, he thought. Their bodies called to each other, her scent stronger when Harry touched her, and she wouldn’t be able to tell him to go away for much longer.

Harry greedily reached for her waist, pulling her into his grip. Nose first, he dived into her neck with a happy growl, inhaling her scent as it sent a shudder down his spine. This was what his mate was supposed to smell like, and he wasn’t giving in until she admitted it.

“Don’t like when you’re in there with everyone. Muddles your smell. It’s too good to be covered by anything.” He spoke into her neck. It was odd. She allowed him to do this for a while at times, like she liked it, and would abruptly push him off. It didn’t deter him a bit. “I don’t like how they look at you either. Told you… you should just say yes. Let me take you out, sweet girl.” He cooed, placing his wide hand over her stomach. “And stop smoking those cigarettes. S’bad for you.”

“Oh hush…” Y/N rolled her eyes, taking another drag from her cigarette. “You should respect your elders.” She reminded him, knowing that a year or so wasn’t much, but it was enough for her to hold over his head. “I’ll do as I please.”

His warm hand on her stomach made herself whine for more in her head, but Y/N moved faster than her thoughts. Her free hand travelled down to remove his hand from her stomach, moving out of his grasp to turn around and face him. That stupid grin. Fuck. He just looked like the type of guy who has never been told ‘no’.

“You know, I wouldn’t have to smoke so much if you quit following me around like a hound.” Y/N crossed her arms over her chest, standing up straight as she learned to do around all the alphas. No one intimidated her anymore.

“Oooh, a dog joke? Harsh, pretty.” Harry chuckled down at her. Despite the fact she was a single year- really 11 months- older than him, he was taller. Broader. He was all alpha.

When someone thought of alpha, they thought of Harry. A bit arrogant, tall, broad-shouldered, deep-voiced, relentless. He fit the bill perfectly. Despite Y/N not being like other omegas, she was the perfect thing for him.

He loved a bit of a chase. Attitude. Snapping at him while he knew she didn’t actually mean it. She would tell him to go away but he could feel that she was happy when he followed. A confusing juxtaposition of emotions and sayings but he was happy.

“That wasn’t a no, though… can you jus’ let me take you out?” He grunted, stepping back into her personal space. “You’re drivin’ me crazy, little thing. You smell so good… and I like your attitude. Let me take you on a date so you can see I can treat you well.” He placed his hand back on her hip though she was facing him, letting his hair fall in his face as he leaned down to her. “Haven’t been able to get hard for anyone else, either. You’re stuck in my brain, and I don’t want anyone else. Let me have you, sweetheart.” He coaxed, eyes flashing as he tried to get her to give in.

“Bet you say that to all the pretty omegas hmm…” Y/N cooed at him, “and they all fall right to their knees for you. C’mon Harry, can't be the only girl that you’re obsessed with.” She said somewhat joking as she took another drag of her cigarette. These had to be his typical moves, he couldn’t be that serious could he?

It wasn’t so much that she wasn’t attracted to Harry, it was quite the opposite actually. She thought he was incredibly handsome and her body and wolf reacted to him well, but there was no way he was the one.

Y/N had known about Harry long before he knew about her. It wasn’t a secret that omegas love to talk and it seemed Harry was… well acquainted with everyone. She’d seen him around other alphas too, he stood out as if there was a spotlight on him— his presence always noticeable. Not to mention the way he smelled, he’d been following her for weeks now just like this. She was told to be careful with him, apparently, he had the gift of the gab and was quick to say anything he could to get his way. It scared her a little, especially considering she was still adjusting to being an omega. He wouldn't get what he was expecting.

“You know Harry, I really don’t get why you like me so much— I really can’t be worth all… this.” Y/N turned her head to look away from him for a moment. She needed to breathe.

He paused.

Was she being serious? He had never, ever put this much energy into having an omega in his life. He was arrogant enough to say that if he wanted a warm hole to sink into, there were plenty easier lays he could get. But he didn’t want them.

“You’ve got t’be joking.” He scoffed. “I don’t have to say anything to those omegas. They slick their panties and drop them whenever I look at them. But I don’t want that.” He stressed, brows furrowed. “You’re the only one that smells so good. Love the way you smell… and you’re exciting. I want t’take you on dates. To keep you. Wouldn’t go through this just to fuck around.” It was probably the most serious she had ever heard him be. “Don’t like when you say you aren’t worth effort. You are. Don’t say that again, omega.” He gripped her chin, forcing her to look at him. “You are lovely. Don’t talk poorly of yourself.”

Y/N stared at him for a moment and just blinked, not really expecting that type of response from him. It had been this game of cat and mouse this whole time, she thought for sure he would let up and she’d be free of all potential heartbreak by now. Letting herself indulge in the comforting compliment for a few more seconds, Y/N tilted her head into his grasp and sighed.

“You’re really serious about this aren’t you? You barely know me!” She spoke more so to herself, grabbing a hold of his wrist so she could ease his hand off of her chin. “And if I say yes there’s no funny business, okay? No fooling around. Like a real date Harry. I mean it.”

“Yes! Finally! That’s what I’ve been trying to do for weeks now.” He groaned in relief. Satisfaction flowed through him, bits of excitement now flooding him.

He hadn’t realized she thought he was fucking around fully. Yes, it was well known that before he had met Y/N… he had plenty of tastes of other omegas. It had been for pleasure, sure, but mostly because he wanted to find his one.  Now he had.

Some would say he had a one-track mind. They’d be right. Harry was determined to get what he wanted. his parents had raised him that way. Of course, he had to be a bit luckier considering he grew up with privilege… but he had finally found the one he wanted and he wasn’t letting her getaway.

He may be arrogant and his ego was the size of Mars, but even to his surprise, he did care for her. More than Y/N would ever know.

“My one question for the date, sweetheart, is what are you comfortable with?” His demeanor softened from his previous smug one, lowering his hand to cup the side of her shoulder. “Want t’spoil you but I know not everyone loves a fancy restaurant for a first date.” He squeezed her arm. “Think about it as we drive. M’bringing you home.” Perhaps jumping the gun, his one-track mind had already decided this was a yes. That she was his. And he didn’t enjoy the thought of her with other alphas without his scent on her or his mark on her neck.

Y/N was about to protest when a gust of wind reminded her just how cold it was outside. She followed his lead, hyper-aware of her surroundings. Part of her wished she wasn’t this way, wished that she didn’t have to be careful about other alphas and what they wanted with her. She wasn’t an equal like she had always thought, she was looked at as though she was something to conquer.

She hadn’t expected him to help her into the car, or to buckle her seatbelt for her. Hell, she didn’t expect him to turn on the seat warmer and hand her a freshwater bottle as if he was preparing for this moment his whole life.

“So my question?” Harry pressed with a sly smile, “What would you like to do?”

Y/N swallowed thickly, never really having thought about this. She wasn’t really one to go on dates or even be that romantic, to begin with.

“Uh… anywhere is fine… really.”

—-

Harry had taken her home and was a gentleman the whole time. Letting her connect her phone to the aux, keeping his hands on the wheel -though hard to do- and moved easily through the street.

It felt like a part of him was fulfilled now. Caring for an omega, driving her home, making sure she was warm and comfortable as he did so.

He had dropped her and watched to make sure she got in okay, only because she insisted he didn’t need to get out and he could do it tomorrow. For once, he listened.

Today, however, was the day of their date. He had snuck her number a while back and did text her, only now he got a reply when he asked what time worked for her. Another ‘whatever is fine’ making him huff.

So he chose on doing something casual yet intimate. Y/N wasn’t the type to want to go to a fancy restaurant for the first date. He knew that just by observing her. She was a relaxed type of person and enjoyed the outdoors, so he took matters into his own hands.

A picnic. The red-checkered blanket in the back, a basket full of treats, two big pillows, and even a boom box that he could connect their phones to. He wanted privacy with her, a place to get to know her with her guard down. She was always so restless and nervous and he wanted her to relax with him. Find solace in his company.

The date was packed in the back of his SUV as he pulled up to her building. He turned off the car, moving to lean against it outside with the yellow flower bundle he got sitting on the hood of his car.

‘Here, darling. Xx’

Y/N let out a breath as she read over the text.

“Fuck.”

Of course, the only downfall of her ‘whatever is fine’ plan was that she didn’t know what to dress for. He told her it’d be in the day but she had no idea what they were going to do or what he liked.

Why am I thinking about what he likes?

Y/N snapped herself out of her thought and looked over herself in the mirror once more, grabbing her bag and heading out. She had settled on something that was good for the occasion. A black dress.

It was looser, more of a sundress type of dress that she paired with a moss green loosely knitted cardigan. She needed something to hide into if she felt small. Y/N had a feeling that showing this much skin would have him feeling a bit dazed. It would be a good way to test his self-control.

Harry did indeed, love the outfit. He liked it far too much.

Y/N had a way of testing his patience. In general, he was very good at it, able to keep his hands to himself and ignore omegas when the timing wasn’t right. But she had him itching, literal itching palms, to touch her in ways that it was far too early for.

“You look lovely.” His voice was deeper than normal though he tried to disguise the arousal in his voice. It was just… this was his omega looking pretty and especially soft in front of him. Despite the walls she obviously had up emotionally, she had agreed. That counted for something.

The closer he got, the more her sweet scent covered his senses, making his eyes haze a bit. It was almost too good. He had to keep it forever.

“Got you somethin’.” The bunch of yellow flowers wrapped in brown paper was handed to her, his demeanor much softer than it had been previously. Now that she had agreed to go on a date with him, he felt it was acceptable to be a bit more relaxed.

Y/N realized then that she hadn’t spoken a single word this entire time, offering up a small smile to replace her wide and curious gaze.

“Thank you.” Y/N hummed as she took the flowers from his hands, admiring how fresh and planned this bouquet looked. He really got them for her… just to make her feel special. “They’re really pretty, Harry…Thank you.” Y/N repeated again, her smile widening. She really did appreciate it.

As Y/N was getting ready she recalled all the times Harry had tried to court her and how truly honestly brutal she had been in response. Was that really necessary? Had she been overdoing it? She needed to protect herself and that’s why she did it, but Harry clearly liked her more than she thought.

“I uh… I just want say before we go anywhere that I’m sorry for being so harsh.” She addressed, avoiding his eyes at first. “I’m new to all of this dating stuff and I’m still getting used to the whole omega thing— don’t take this as me going soft on you either.” Y/N pointed her finger at him as she made eye contact with him.

“But I am going to give you a fair chance okay? So don’t make me regret it.”

“It’s okay.” He said honestly. “I won’t make you regret it.” His grin lit up his face, happy she liked the flowers and that she was even here to begin with.

Was she harsh? Yes. But it never deterred him. He knew that he was being a bit demanding with her, but only because he believed so much in their potential. Harry was very persistent and insistent on the fact that he was good for her. They were compatible in scent, and they could figure out the rest.

“I know that sometimes being an omega is scary.” He opened the car door for her, letting her sit in. Harry took it upon himself to buckle her, touching slightly but trying not to be overtly touching this early on. “I was reading your signals. If I got real distress coming from you, or real anger, I would have backed off.” He backed off, closing the door and walking over to the driver's side to slide in and continue his train of thought.

“Also don’t blame you for being wary of me. I know my reputation proceeds me, but I mean it when I said I’ve never done this.” His hand rubbed at his chin, the other putting the car in gear. “I’ve… experimented a lot. It wasn’t for the fuck of it… been trying to find someone I find to be compatible with me. I’m very picky when it comes to scents… and yours is the only one I’ve ever been truly obsessed with. I hope that doesn’t make you feel weird or anything… but it’s insanely attractive to me. And you’ve got a fire in your soul.. won’t just bend to any alpha, and I like that.”

The journey began as he handed her his phone. He had nothing to hide. Harry was jumping the gun a bit, but he wanted to mate this girl. He wasn’t going to keep his phone hidden from her. “Passcode is 1994. Spotify should be open. Choose what you’d like.”

Yeah, she definitely misjudged him.

Choosing to stay quiet, Y/N simply nodded in response and went to put on a song as he requested. She swiped through his phone with ease deciding to look through his liked songs. He told her to choose something she’d like— he didn’t say it couldn’t be something they both liked.

Y/N was shocked to say the least. She wasn’t exactly sure what she was expecting, and maybe she judged him far too quickly, but seeing Britney Spears was not something she expected.

And if they were really getting to know each other… the beginning notes of oops I did it again played through the speakers, a small smirk appearing on Y/N’s face as Harry’s head whipped to look at her.

“Now what are you smirking about?” He scoffed. It wasn’t like he was expecting her to pick this particular song but Harry half no qualms about his like if Britney. She was an icon and made good songs.

“If you thought it would make me blush, you’re wrong. Nice try though, sweetheart.” He snickered, turning up the volume slightly so she could listen to her song. There was some tapping along to the best on the steering wheel though.

He allowed her to man the music as he drove, one hand on the wheel and the windows down slightly. It was a decently warm day and he was thriving in it, happy that she was next to him.

His persistence knew no bounds, but Harry knew that’s how he got what he wanted. There was no doubts in his mind that he was going to woo the shit out of her.

It took about 20 minutes to get to the spot he liked. A grassy field next to a wildflower patch, an oak tree perfect shading the bottom. Harry knew it from his own adventures when he got too in his head, so already it was a decently special spot.

“Now… I figured s’easier to talk when there aren’t a million other people ‘round us and I can focus on you. Plus, we never get any time alone.” He murmured as he put the car in park.

“I brought a blanket and some food.. I hope this is okay with you. I figure, we have all the time in the world to go to restaurants and movies. But this warm weather doesn’t stay perfect like this every day, and it’s far less stuffy.” Slightly nervous she wouldn’t like it, he took the keys out of the ignition. “You can send your location to whoever you want, by the way. I know you’ve got to be cautious… though I’d never do anything, I understand.”

Harry swiftly unbuckled her seatbelt and told her to stay put so he could open the door for her. He just wanted to be perfect for her if this was the once chance he was getting.

It took everything in her to not be overwhelmed by how sweet and caring he was being. She had only ever heard about these types of alphas being shitty or playing up their romantic antics just to get in an omegas pants.

But he was right—  if she truly didn’t want him around, he would be able to smell it. Y/N never considered his scent to be as intoxicating as he described hers to be, but it seemed there were other aspects of him that had similar effects.

Like eye contact.

Whenever they locked eyes it felt like she was pinned to her spot until he said something…

“I can see the wheels turning in there…” He chuckled, taking a step closer to her to push a loose piece of hair behind her ear. “C’mon… I promise whatever you say here stays with me and me only.”

“That’s not— sorry, you’re fine I’m just taking it all in… it’s a great idea— do you need any help?” She asked, immediately going to hold on to the other corners of the blanket.

“I promise I'm only being so quiet because I don’t know how to act around you yet— you keep catching me off guard.” She giggled, “it’s not a bad thing… keep talking.”

“Mmm… okay.” He teased, laying out their set up. He chattered as he set it up, placing the two pillows down and the basket in the middle. Of course she tried to help, but he playfully placed her down on the blanket and told her to sit pretty as he finished the rest of it.

The alpha was observant, so he found her favorite drink and brought the sweet drink with them. He wanted it to be personal for her. It wasn’t like him to half ass anything, let alone when he’s properly courting an omega he had been chasing for a long time now.

“There.” He sighed, sitting himself down and kicking his shoes off into the grass. “I brought your drink… eater, some snacks. Made one of them fruit trays, saw on that app.” He murmured, placing it down. “And there’s other things in there. I wasn’t positive if you’d want to have a whole meal so we can get pizza after the fact, if you aren’t full. Just have t’tell me.” He scooted closer, laying down on his side and used his arm to prop his head up. Her following suit, he moved even closer, making an effort to brush her hair out of her face again.

“Very pretty. Don’t want anything in the way of my view.”

He took a piece of strawberry and plopped it into his mouth, chewing as he watched her. “Can you be honest with me?” The question rang into the air as he watched her look over to him with slight nerves.

“Nothing to be nervous about, pretty girl.” The smile was light on his face so his dimples popped out a bit. “Can y’tell me his I can make you feel better? What I can tell you… do, to make you feel safe with me?”

Her comfort meant a lot to him. It wasn’t just nights of following her from place to place now. “I followed you because I was both wanting your attention, and yes, warning off other alphas.” his tone was smug. “But mostly go make sure you were safe. I could sniff you out easily, in a good way. I didn’t want… anyone else to make you uncomfortable.”

In all honesty? She didn’t know what he could do. It wasn’t that he was saying or doing anything to make her feel on edge, but maybe he was just… intimidating?

“I feel safe with you.” She said casually, as if he wasn’t what he had been waiting forever to hear. Instead she turned her attention to the various snacks he had packed to avoid eye contact when she continued her sentence. “You just make me nervous…”

A deep flutter rippled through her, heat traveling to her cheeks shortly after. God. Why did it have to be so embarrassing to be vulnerable?! How did omegas do this all the time?

“Nervous?” His grin widened. “Do you think I’m cute, Y/N?” He fluttered his lashes at her obnoxiously. The flustered look on her face was worth it all, chuckling as she stuffed a piece of pineapple into her mouth to avoid talking.

It was a win win situation for him. He got his ego inflated and got to see her look fucking adorable when she got slightly flustered with him.

“S’okay, love. I find you to be absolutely fuckin’ adorable. Genuinely.” He reached to pinch her cheek gently, ignoring that they had been stuffed with pineapple.

“In all honesty, I know I can’t say, ‘just don’t be’ cause… doesn’t work like that. M’a little nervous too.” His admission took her by surprise and he barked a laugh when her head snapped back towards him.

“Mhm. Big bad alpha Harry gets nervous because of a pretty omega. So we both are on similar fields.” He took another piece of fruit and brought it to his mouth, popping it in with a hum.

“Well technically we are on the same exact field.” She said quietly, looking around at the empty greenery that surrounded them. Y/N giggled a little, trying to reminding herself I’m her mind that she could relax and that opening up wasn’t so bad. Maybe that way she could distract herself from her own intrusive thoughts.

She already knew why he could be nervous, he had asked her out so many times he was properly wanting it to go perfectly smooth. He was likely nervous he would fuck it up. Y/N was already thinking of seeing him again if things continued at this pace… it was nice that he was giving her space to warm up to him.

“I um…” Again she found herself getting lost in his stare, feeling that wave of nervousness return. Don’t look away, you got this. Y/N swallowed thickly before continuing. “What else do you like to do then? Besides following me around of course.”

It felt good that she had a bit of interest in him. She had jokes and was attempting conversation with him. A long improvement from the previous encounters where she sassed him… though, it did have him aroused when she did.

“I like to play guitar. Mm… play basketball, but you know this.” He grinned. “Erm… I read classic poetry? Sometimes. And listen to classical music. I think it’s calming. And… I like art. I go to gallery openings a lot. My parents are invited and I go in their place, but I never mind that aspect.” It was one of the aspects of the dumb ‘rich society’ that he actually enjoyed. He didn’t love the rules but his parents were good to him, so he did what he could to make them happy.

“I… I like documentaries. A lot. I have a short attention span for television. So I like movies and documentaries better so I don’t have to wait forever for a conclusion.” It was another aspect of him.

“Think you know I’m a bit impatient.” His tease wasn’t lost on her. He could see her smile rising, the adorable little teeth one. His favorite. It was going to be frequent, he decided. “But tell me about you.”

He did know a lot but, he wanted to hear it from her.

With a nod Y/N began to gather all her interests, her hobbies, anything that could make her sound as cool as possible because all this build up between them had to go somewhere. She had to fit into his life style somehow right?

From what Harry had told her, she realized he came from unimaginable wealth, his hobbies and the way he spoke seemed very indicative of that. How many 21 year old guys have parents that take them to gallery openings? Who bring this many different cheeses to a picnic?

“I uh… well I also really love art as you know.” Y/N chuckled, knowing that he had seen her walking in and out of the art block on campus. “I really like painting, but I don’t think that’s really something I can do full time. Like as a job or anything.” She shrugged and carried on, taking a grape into her mouth.

“I really like coffee and cool coffee shops and going to the park on sunny days… I wish I could travel more often— so I just stick to those history channel shows that take you all over the world… and uh I also really like to cook.”

He tilted his head.

“Why can’t you do it full time?”

To him, he was already leaps and bounds ahead in the relationship. When they got together, Harry would be taking care of the financial aspect and she would be free to do as she pleased. There was no breaking of bonds at all, so regardless, she would always be taken care of. Plus… Harry took pride in being a good alpha. Or wanting to be, anyways.

It wasn’t like he could fully tell her at this moment on their first date that he planned on biting that curve of her neck one day and making her his mate. Though he knew that’s what would be happening. Call him crazy, sure, but he wanted it.

“You can if you want. I’d love to see your paintings. I know you’re amazing.” If he had a tail, it would be wagging right now. His body moved a bit closer to her, observing the details of her. So, so beautiful.  He couldn’t wait to make her his officially. Plus… she liked to cook. 

He wasn’t a misogynistic bastard, but he liked that a lot.

“These are good things to know. I’ll take you to my favorite place next time… s’half an hour away but it’s a hole in the wall place. You’d like it.” Next time, hinting that he wanted more of her. “I love traveling too. Went to Greece during the summer.. absolutely beautiful.” One day he would be taking her wherever she wanted to go.

No one would really think of him as a romantic- granted, he came off as a dickhead, and he still was- but he loved romance. Each tidbit was packed away in his brain so he could use them to make her swoon for him later.

She picked up another grape and Harry promptly opened his mouth, silently motioning for her to pop it into his mouth. The chuckle it got from her made him preen, catching the grape in his mouth and chewing with a happy glow.

“So… I did a good job then, if you like sunny days in the park?”

In a rather whimsical manner, it felt as though something in the air had shifted. Y/N felt for the first time that she could come out of her shell. It was as if her omega was becoming curious instead of hiding away in a cave.

“Yeah… you did.” She smiled bashfully, catching how attentive Harry’s gaze was. “It’s why I was so quiet… it didn’t feel real. Still doesn’t.” She let out a small chuckle.

They often taught them in school that your true primal instincts kick in when you’re with the right person. It’s as though a haze overcomes the pair and everything falls into place. The pheromones, the true intimacy that came with soft touches or longing stares. Giggles of admiration and the comfort deep in their hearts.

“Can I ask you something?” She started softly, this time she tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. “What is it about omegas? To you like… what makes you feel like an alpha?” It was a simple question, but his answer could take a lot stress off if her shoulders.

Harry could jump for joy at the feeling of her fingers on his skin. Brushing his hair away from his face. Finally, a piece of affection returned. His whole body was on alert now, warm. Buzzing at the feeling.

“Hm.” He missed her hand when it fell away but he focused on the question at hand. “What makes me feel like an alpha… I suppose it isn’t an exact feeling.” He settled further in his spot. “I think… all of us have traits and they aren’t always exclusive to a particular type. I’d say… maybe some of my possessiveness. My hardheaded nature. But you could attribute that to my upbringing and normal personality.” He paused, looking over her face.

“It’s mostly physical things that I think have us differing. Alpha grow taller, bigger muscle, more sharp features. Omegas are… softer. In most ways. It’s a beautiful counterpart, why we biologically fit together so well.” Harry couldn’t tell exactly how this information made her feel. The look on her face didn’t give much away.

“But who’s to say an omega can’t be strong and fierce? Traditionalists in the wrong way. I think it’s mostly just biology. Perhaps it does lend a hand in some peoples demeanors, but it varies.”

There hasn’t been a ton of thought put into it before, so the words were fresh from his brain. “I like the idea of providing. Protecting. Being a strong Pilar to lean against… I like being in charge and challenges. Stereotypical alpha traits. But it doesn’t matter to me if my omega. Is a bit rough around the edges. I just hope I’d get to see the soft bits, even if s’just for me.” A loaded statement, but he knew she’d know it was aimed at her and her natural shell he tried to break down.

He seemed to know that Y/N was nervous about all of this. Her insecurities were peaking out and asking to be proved wrong, asking him whatever she needed to feel comfortable letting go.

“I guess I’m only asking so much because it’s not something I thought would happen for me anytime soon… and you’re just not the type of person I expected to want to court me.” She noticed his confusion and decided to explain further.

“I grew up with a bunch of alphas.. they really thought for a moment I was going to be an alpha— so when I got my omega title after graduation, I really just… felt like I didn’t know who I was? I denied it for a long time, I still sometimes feel like that’s not me… But you started showing interest in me and I thought you weren’t serious… cause how could an alpha like you see me and think that’s what I want.” Y/N shrugged, “I always thought you’d end up with someone like Rosie.”

Rosie, much like Harry, was a true example of her title. As omega as omegas got. She was petite and was sweet and caring, obedient… she had always been so nice and warm— someone who needed to be taken care of while they took care of others.

“I guess there is just a lot that I’m working on right now, so I apologize if it doesn’t go as smoothly or if it’s not what you expected… but I am willing to try.”

He took in her words, trying to understand what she’s been through. It must have been terribly tough for her to feel as if her identity was stripped away, and it made his heart ache for her. However… selfishly, he was happy she was an omega. So she could be his.

“I know that must have been difficult to deal with. Kind of like an identity crisis. But have you thought about perhaps taking a different approach to it? You don’t have to be a stereotypical omega. You can just be you, who happens to be one.” He shrugged, watching her eyes to make sure she wasn’t offended by that.

It was obviously a sensitive topic for her so he was approaching with caution. He didn’t want her to feel as if she wasn’t a proper omega. She was.

“Rosie is nice, I suppose. But she doesn’t smell like you, and doesn’t banter like you, doesn’t look like you. I’ve grown quite attached.” The bluntness was something he hadn’t known how she would react to but it was a part of him, so he figured msg as well let it show.

“I didn’t expect you to like… ask me t’mate you right here. I’m obviously okay with chasing you around.” The smirk lit up his face. It was a fun thing for him, actually. Seeing the progress. And now that he knew she would be devoted to him only? It made it even better.

“You can talk to me about it, if you want. I just want to make sure you know that.. I know I’m a dickhead and I’m overly confident but I’m not a liar. I wouldn’t go after you if I didn’t want you. I meant it when I said I’ve never put in this much effort before. Know my track record isn’t the best in terms of fucking around, but I’ve never asked them on dates. They came t’me. You’re the first person, first scent to catch my eye seriously, and my parents were about t’send me to the specialist to see if my nose was broken.” He snickered. “It wasn’t. Just hadn’t seen you yet.”

Y/N laughed at that, genuinely surprised that his nose was that sensitive.

“Oh so what do I smell like then?” She asked curiously, exposing her neck to him just enough. Y/N hadn’t really been around him without taking scent blockers so it was likely difficult for him to keep himself under control. His scent definitely smelled a lot stronger to her now that her nose wasn’t effected by the blockers either.

He oozed pure alpha.

“So now that we’re out and you’re planning dates for the future already… what is your ultimate goal? what are you looking for out of this?”

The invitation to smell had him freezing in his spot. Her other words faded for a minute as he watched her move the hair from her neck. He took that as a sign, moving in closer and allowing himself to do as he’s been wanting to and buried his face into her neck with a satisfied sigh.

Nuzzling into it, he could hear how fast her heart was beating. She was nervous but pushing herself, which he liked. Harry was on his best good boy behavior now, but it didn’t stop him from indulging from inhaling her.

“S’like…” he thought for a moment. “A perfect mix. Clean and fresh with.. a tiny bit of sweet. Some smell like flowers but they give me a headache. Pure sweet scents make me feel ill. But you’ve got a perfect mix.” He could have shuddered when he felt her hand on the back of his head, playing with his hair.

Harry was going to take advantage of this situation and this placement as long as he could, speaking against her neck as he rubbed his scent on her. A possessive move, but he physically couldn’t help it.

“My ultimate goal is to keep you. Mate you… make you mine.” He murmured, letting his hand rest on her waist, giving it a supportive squeeze. “I don’t want t’freak you out, little bunny. Know I’ve been the big bad Wolf for you for a while.. but I want a mate. Tired of being alone and I like you. I just don’t want push you too far.” He moved his hand up to cup the other side of her neck, being a bit assertive in his touch but he thinks she needed a bit of that.

“Know I’ve been aggressive in the past… but I wanted your attention. So many other alphas want it too. Had to stand out, even if it annoyed you.”

The intimacy was nice, Y/N had to admit. She’d never really been this close to anyone before, let alone a sexy alpha like Harry. Sexy? Y/N felt heat rise to her cheeks at the thought. Yeah, she thought he was very good looking actually. Especially when he smiled or looked at her as though she had hung the moon and the stars.

Y/N allowed herself to lean into him more, essentially cuddling him on this blanket with some food in between their hips.

“You’re that serious about me?” She asked quietly, feeling like she was doing that for herself more than anything. “That feels… really nice.” Y/N whispered, leaning into him a little more.

“Mhm. I’ve always been. As soon as I got to experience you and your smell and your attitude.” He teased.

———-

Their first date had gone incredibly well. Harry didn’t pull anything that she expected. No groping, no bad attitude… he was soft. Much different than he had been during the much more aggressive courting.

He was much more attentive than one would think.

Seeing Harry out and about, he exudes that smug alpha behavior. He walked with his chest puffed and head held high, shoulders squared. He was assertive and talk and still went after what he wanted.

Still, she had been exposed to a different side of him.

Harry was a possessive person. He knew things went well, based off of the texting They’d done and even a FaceTime call in the days between classes. That had soothed his soul. If he had it his way, she would be with him each day but again, trying not to be too pushy.

Still, his efforts not to be too much were tested on Monday afternoon. Going to look for her in the quad where outdoor tables were, he was unpleasantly surprised when he saw an alpha a bit too close to her. She didn’t seem pleased, but also not scared.

Still. It made him flash his most possessive of feelings, walking over from behind and wrapping his arms around her waist. Very much a Harry move, so she would know.

“Hello, bunny.” He murmured, interrupting the other alpha’s words without a care.

Y/N felt her heart jump a little when he so quickly wrapped her up in his arms. She wasn’t used to the public displays of affection but she would be lying if she said she didn’t like how touchy he was. At first she was a bit uncomfortable, but she didn’t realize he only touched her so much because he was that into her.

“Hi…” She hummed, turning to give him a sweet smile. “Nate this is Harry I’ve told you about him, and Harry this is my friend Nate. He’s in my intro to sculpting class.” Y/N introduced the two alphas with a nod.

She could feel the not so subtle possessiveness coming of him and it made her giggle. It was endearing to her, the fondness was shown in her smile as she invited him to sit down with them.

“Mm.” He nodded at the other alpha with a glare of warning. While she wasn’t officially his omega yet, in his mind she belonged to him. Harry didn’t share, and he didn’t like other alphas looking at what he considered to be his with that hungry if a gaze.

It was rude, sure, but he moved on to talking only to her. “Are you ready t’go? Gonna take us to the pizza place.” He was staking a public claim on her when his hand reached across and spread over her stomach, the palm bringing her closer to him.

“Don’t have to share, Harry.” Y/N giggled, “He’s my partner for my sculpting class. I do have to see him a bit… but trust me he knows I’m not interested.” She explained in hopes of relaxing him. Harry seemed to relax while she was in his grasp, letting her take the stress away with every breath she took.

“I promise everyone knows where they stand and you know I never let anyone disrespect me.” Y/N said as she pulled back from him. “And look, at this point everyone on campus knows..” She teased, feeling everyone’s eyes on them in this moment. Of course they were looking, the bachelor of all bachelors, Harry Styles was staking his claim on an omega.

“Come on, let’s go get pizza!” Y/N kissed his cheek and then jumped up, taking her tote bag under her arm while her free hand reached out for his hand to help him up.

His cheek buzzed from the kiss the entire car ride to the restaurant. This time, he took her small hand and wrapped it in his own as he drove, feeling satisfied. While the other alpha wasn’t forgotten- he would keep an eye on it- he was far more distracted on how she was being more affectionate.

It made him preen when he felt her playing with the rings on his fingers as he drove, happy that’s she didn’t shy away or look annoyed when he had come up behind her this time. Instead she had melted into him. Given him that devastating smile.

She was ordered to wait as he rounded the car, opening the door for her to help her out. Harry’s mum would have his hide if he didn’t do the proper gentlemanly thing.

It was new to him, to care so much. To be so openly touchy with an omega. It usually was a test of their compatibility, a romp in the sheets and then it was done… but this was a glimpse into the real adult life he could have.

Now, he sat across from her with his foot hooked around her ankle underneath the table. Some sort of contact was necessary for him, as he was hoping to build their bond as much as he possibly could.

“What are you thinking, bunny?”

“Dunno actually.” Y/N bit her lip before letting out a chuckle. “Just going with whatever I feel… and I think you like that.” She smirked a little bit before pulling the strap of her tank top up. Of course she loved to tease him, that was what their whole relationship was originally built off of.

“I just like getting to know you… And I’ll admit you proved me wrong.” She looked him in the eyes again, wanting to see the way his expression changed. It was probably her favorite thing about him, how expressive he was with even the smallest of energetic change.

Their pizza had just come out, perfectly hot and crispy. It was a perfect distraction but Y/N didn’t pay it any mind.

She was teasing him.

On purpose, this time.

His demeanor had changed slightly as he realized she was playing with him. Using her body to distract him from the food and anything else. He hadn’t had sex since he met her at all, so he was a bit withdrawn from it. Nothing got him off except the thought of her so it was very, very easy for him to get distracted from a simple call to attention to her chest.

Her tank top was lovely. It gave him ample viewing pleasure to her chest, her neck, her arms. He grumbled slightly when she adjusted the shirt again, giving a slight warning.

“You’re playing a dangerous game for someone who wants t’take things slow.” He raised his brow, eyes intense as they met hers.

“No, I’m not. You said you were gonna be good and I’m just acting as I normally would.” Y/N said as a matter of factly, deciding that now would be good time to take a slice of pizza. Harry mentioned on their previous date that he liked that chase so she had been giving it to him ever since.

Y/N was an omega and she was definitely giving into those tendencies, but knowing as many alphas as she knew? She know exactly how to get under their skin. Y/N was having fun.

It was her way of testing his limits and pushing his buttons, seeing what and how he would react to different things. If he was so whipped for her, she really could do whatever she wanted. She felt powerful.

“Mmm.” He narrowed his eyes at her, knowing exactly what she was doing. She was insane but he liked that.

He took a bite of the pizza while watching her do the same, except she didn’t break eye contact with him.  Bold. Beautiful. He loved it. He watched her chew before allowing the eye contact to simmer while taking a sip of his drink.

“Do you want to come with me shopping on Saturday? Or a movie.” He was giving her options. Harry was very used to bossing people around but the effort was put in for him to give her more of a say. “I’d like to spend as much time as you allow me to have with you.”

“Saturday?” Y/N asked and then went to check her schedule, “I have a few hours, yeah. A movie would be nice. Unless you need to get something… then we can go shopping.” She agreed, “but I’ll be busy Monday, but I was thinking Tuesday evening you could come over?”

Bold. She knew that. But she felt like by that point they definitely needed to spend some time alone and away from people. Y/N wanted to take care of him a little bit as well and see how he would react to her cat Watson.

“We always go out places but I think it would be nice to have you over… I know I have to be up early on Wednesday but at least Tuesdays my day off.” She shrugged and took another bite of her pizza. “And we could go to the market during the day and get ingredients for dinner.”

He perked up immediately.

Invited to her place? Alone? He was very down for that. In fact, he was more than willing. Her place would be saturated in her scent and he would be in heaven.

“I’d love to spend alone time with you, love.” He smiled. “It can be more… low key. I like to take you out but I think it would be nice to spend alone time in your place.” He nudged her foot playfully.

“What would Y’want to make? As long as you allow me to pay for the stuff at the market… m’happy.” Seeing his omega cook would probably send him over the edge of no return, but he would be happy to be there.

She wasn’t a traditional omega, but those little attributes were attractive to him regardless. Seeing bits peek out of her shell only made him more eager to dig deeper.

“I was gonna ask what you wanted me to make.” Y/N nudged his leg with her foot, taking a sip of her drink while keep eye contact with him. She liked that Harry matched her energy no matter what she threw at him. It made him that much more attractive.

Harry also had a bit of innocence to him, he was very boyish. She could tell he hadn’t been told no often and that he seemed to be so calm and ready for anything to come his way. As if he had no worries.

“I think it would be nice to do something for you. We always do what I like.” She smiled at him, stealing one of his French fries.

“They taste better off of your plate.”

He shook his head at her flirting through the food. He pushed his plate forward so she could take some more, even though they'd split the basket pretty equally and she had a bunch on her plate.

“I think… maybe tacos? Or… some pasta? I dunno, M’not too picky. I’m just excited to see you cook.” The honesty was normal from him. It soothed a part of his soul to think of her comfortable and in his clothing, making food he could feed her. That was a while away, but a dream.

“Would you wear a shirt of mine, if I gave it to you?” The inquiry didn’t mean to slip out. He’s been busy staring at her as he chewed, but the question was one he was eager to know the answer to. “Or a sweatshirt of mine? It would just make me feel nice… t’know you’re walking around with my scent on you.”

And when he got it back, it would smell like her.

Y/N smiled wider at him, reaching out to squish his dimples cheek.

“Yeah, I would.” She cooed, swiping some sauce away from the corner of his mouth. “Whatever you’d like.” Y/N licked the sauce off of her finger and went back to eating her pizza as if she hadn’t just done that.

“But I can definitely make those… yeah, I will.” She nodded, thinking about how she could make tacos for lunch and pasta for dinner. It would be perfect. She could even make some dessert the night before.

“Would you want to wear anything of mine?” She raised her brow, wondering if that desire went both ways.

Oh, she was good. 

He clenched his jaw at the action, knowing she was testing and teasing him. Making him want her more. It wasn’t as if she needed to. Harry was very much into her… but he swallowed, shooting her a look.

He would play right back with her when the time was right.

Her question made him smirk, knowing exactly which shirt of hers he would want to wear. “Yes. The yellow one with pink collar and sleeves… has the panda on it. I’d wear that.” He said easily. He had no issues with exploring outside of his comfort zone in terms of clothing, so he always had a liking to her quirky tee shirts.

“Why, want to mark a claim on me too?”

“Don’t have to do that, people already know.” Y/N teased, taking another fry from his plate just to tease him. “But sure, I think it would look really nice on you.” She agreed, “it’s conveniently freshly washed though part of me thinks you’d prefer it to be dirty.”

Y/N knew that she could get him like this, pushing all the right buttons. All the hanging around alphas taught her a thing or two about their weaknesses. She wanted to show him that just because they were going slow didn’t mean she was knew to this by any means.

The tension they had got her going and she was definitely doing this on purpose, but she knew she would be able to hold back. Seeing him squirm was fun.

She thought she was going to get under his skin?

Well. She did. 

He took a moment to tilt his head, laughing though his nose. “You’re right. I would prefer it dirty. Wear it t’sleep tonight.”

There was no hesitance in his voice at all. Playing back fire with fire, the flirting game could potentially get dangerous very fast in terms of their pace. That was half the fun.

“I prefer dirty, anyway. Clean can be boring.” He licked the salt off of his lip before raising his glass again, keeping her eyes. Y/N had no idea the true bear she would be poking, especially when he had been keeping to himself and being a good boy.

“Mmm good to know.” Y/N hummed and took mental note of the shirt that she was wearing to bed tonight. She would definitely take a picture of it and send it to him later… would definitely do some other things so that he could  smell her. Part of her wanted to see his reaction to it in person though.

“Which hoodie will I be wearing then, or do I get a shirt and a hoodie?” She asked curiously, wondering if she had seen any of them on him. Y/N realized that she really never paid much attention to Harry, but it wasn’t because she didn’t think he was attractive, she just thought he was like every posh boy.

Her mischievous spirit was something that attracted him to her to begin with, but he was beginning to see that it may be the cause of his demise.

At least he’s go down entertained.

“You can get whatever you’d like, sweetheart.” He murmured, giving her a promising look. Slightly heated. “Have my sweatshirt in my car… wore it today, I’ll let you have it when I drop you off. And I’ll find a shirt for you to have when we go to your place.”

The food was finished, and Harry had already paid so he was quick to bring her outside. It was fresh air outside, and he wanted her without the distraction of pizza smell and people talking.

The parking lot was deserted, which made it far easier for him to grab her hips and push her up against the passenger side. Taking liberty of her, he buried his face back in her neck and nipped it just slightly. It was a warning.

“You’re on thin ice.” It was lighthearted though, his hand slipped behind her and between the car to keep her from being uncomfortable. “What’s your angle, hm?”

“My angle?” Y/N was breathing heavy, daring to looking up at him despite their close proximity. “Thought you said you liked the chase, hmm? I’m keeping it interesting.” She noted, her heart was beating extremely fast though. Y/N had definitely gained some confidence since their first date.

“I think I’m being fair.” She raised a brow, lifting her arms to wrap around his shoulders. “Do you not think so?” Y/N tilted her head as her hands slipped into his hair. Though she really wanted to kiss him, she knew it would be even better if the tension continued to grow.

“Drive me home… come on.” She tugged a little at his hair so he would pull back from her, “the quicker that happens the quicker I can start wearing that shirt I’m gonna give to you.”

He huffed, but ultimately knew she won this round. She was right but it didn’t mean he wasn’t a bit worked up.

Y/N was giving him a run for his damn money, and still he was all for it. He wanted it. He wanted her. So fucking badly that he was going to go all at her terms.

He let out a noise after helping her into the car, closing it with a gentleness he usually didn’t possess. The omega was making him softer than he had ever been and he was unsure as to how she had managed that.

Driving her home, he helped himself to placing his hand on her thigh this time. A promising hold, tucking his fingers under her leg as he drove and letting her hold his wrist. He wanted her to feel his energy, feel his want so she could go home and think about how badly he wished for it.

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“I know, baby.” He mumbled into her skin. “I know.”

His weight rested on top of her and there was not a single thought going through her brain that wasn’t about how good it felt. Not a thought behind those eyes that wasn’t centered around how perfect he fit inside of her, how warm his chest was against her back, his words warming her blood.

His thrusts were slow, so slow, but deep. Deeper than he usually got, making her mouth hang open while shaky, soft whines left her throat. Each time he nestled in deep, balls pressed against her sticky cunt, she clutched the pillow tighter as he groaned against her skin.

Harry took what he wanted from her this morning and she was thoroughly enjoying it. Kissing her awake, making her squeak as she was turned on her tummy which melted into a moan as he pushed into her, the remnants of last night’s rougher fun making it easier for him to press inside of her. He loved her shuddered how she tightened up each time and got wet just for him. The slick sound every time he pushed in and pulled out, her needy whimpers, every bit of it fed the more deprived part of his soul.

“That’s my girl. Know it feels so good to be filled with me.” He brushed the skin away from her neck, swollen lips pressing wet, sticky kisses to the curve of her shoulder all the way to her ear. The prickles of chills settled on her skin as she could hear his breathing, feel it against her ear. The hand coming under her and carefully wrapping around her neck while he pushed himself into her welcoming cunt deeper, the silence of the house making it so their noises were the only thing audible.

“You take me perfectly. Let me get so deep, all the way into that stomach. Perfect girl, perfect pussy.” He panted into her ear, pulling her head up slightly with his hand collaring her throat. “That’s my girl. Made just for me. Swear that your cunt was made to take me all the way in.” He rubbed his nose against her cheek, grunting as he felt her try and push back against him.

Y/N was feeling a little drunk in the pleasure, her hand wrapping around the wrist holding her throat. Not to take it off, but to ground her. Her head was fuzzy, it felt so good. It always did, but this was heaven. She was sensitive after last night’s pounding and kink, and this sex was the perfect reprieve.

“Can feel you getting close again, my love. Sweet little thing, going to cum around my cock again. Just like you were made to do. Took me so well last night when I was using you like a doll.. and now you’re lettin’ me love on you. My angel, love of my Fuckin’ life.” He moaned, pressing as deep as he could as he felt her cunt beginning to clench up around him. Each thrust had her more and more wet. “That’s what I want. Let go for me; baby.” He coaxed, pressing his lips against her cheek sloppily. “Love you.”

“Love you. Love you so much.” She sobbed into the pillow, overwhelming pleasure hitting her at the base of her spine and exploding into the warmth she knew as her orgasm. Trembling underneath him, she could feel herself float to that place she loved being. Feeling him groan and shake back on top of her, his weight and hand grounding her as she came harder than normal, this was what she wanted.

Him for the rest of her life.

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Jack Shit

Summary: In which Jack Chambers is not a selfish, egotistical man-child with raging control issues that apparently wants to climb into Alice's womb like she's his mommy, but instead just a regular guy with a different set of control issues.

There is absolutely nothing better than the taste of him.

You’ve never felt so depraved. So irrevocably addicted to someone. Every fucking inch of the glorious man sitting just across from you.

His smile. His hair. His fucking arms, and hands, and fingers.

His fucking thighs.

You could just drool. You’ve never felt so pathetically needy in your life. He’s laughing at a joke one of his friends made, running his palm down his chin and your eyes fall to the facial hair that you absolutely adore.

Your thoughts are sinful. Looking at him like he’s sex on a stick. Truthfully, you’re almost embarrassed to be remembering him in such a way, and maybe chemically something is off in your body, but you don’t even care.

Because look at him.

You imagine everyone in the room can feel the tension. The way you’re attempting not to squirm in your seat as you look on. As you watch him settle into his chair as his legs spread comfortably.

Fuck, you could just moan. You have to pull your lip between your teeth and turn your head just to find a moment of reprieve.

And after what feels like hours of pure, unadulterated torture, he seems to notice, head cocking to the side before he nods his chin at you wordlessly. 

You say nothing. Shake your head. Chew on the inside of your cheek.

His eyes narrow thoughtfully before his long finger lifts into the air and beckons you forward. 

You feel your stomach drop, so cock-whipped by this man that you’re standing to your feet before you can think better of it.

The rest of the group continues their chatter as you make your way toward where he resides. And before you have a chance to sit beside him, he’s sneaking an arm around your hip to tug you onto his lap.

Shit.

Both a blessing and a curse and your legs pull shut within an instant as his head dips to find your ear.

“What’s going on with you, hm?” he murmurs, soft and silky, which certainly doesn’t help. “What’s the matter?”

His hand finds your leg. Innocent enough, mostly in an attempt to grab your attention.

But you’re too far gone, breath hitching at the feel of his skin against yours and he takes note of this immediately.

“What?” he repeats, a tremor of concern in his voice as he glances over the flutter of your lashes. “What’s the matter, angel?”

You could kill him, you really could. Your throat clears gently as you shake your head, now slightly mortified by the thoughts running wild inside your head. 

“Nothing. M’fine.” You won’t meet his eye. Can’t. If you do, you’re done for.

“Liar.” His tone is playful, yet the way he hisses the simple word sends chills right down to your cunt. “I know you better than you think I do. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothing,” you repeat, hoping to sound at least a little convincing. “I just…I’m ready to go home.”

“Oh?” His brow quirks upward. “Why, you all right?”

The gentle lilt of trepidation has you reeling, your heart hammering in your chest as you fight the urge to just climb on top of him.

Your knee begins to bounce, lip back between your teeth as you tug. Commanding yourself to remain indifferent. Relaxed. “Yeah, I just…I’m just—”

Suddenly, a look of realization passes over his face. And pure, unadulterated glee. He leans closer, nose brushing your cheek as he whispers, “Angel, are you dripping?”

You feel your head spin, your skin growing hot and your tongue going numb.

You don’t have to answer for him to know it’s true.

His fingers rub delicate circles into the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, subtle enough to slip beneath the observation of everyone else in the room but determined enough that you can’t focus on anything else.

You exhale a deep breath, hand landing over his as you squeeze his knuckles. “Shit, don’t…don’t—”

“Don’t what, hm?” He brings his hand higher and you still at the sensation. “Think it’d be really unfair of me to leave you like this, don’t you?”

You imagine it would be unfair, but you’re so deep in your lust for this man, you don’t imagine you’ll survive if he attempts to do something about it.

When you meet his question with silence, his grip becomes tighter. Unrelenting. “Angel,” he warns, subtly yet forcefully tugging you further along his thigh. “Don’t test my patience.”

And you aren’t trying to test him. God, you can’t even fathom the thought, and yet your own body betrays you as your voice disappears into thin air the moment he asks a question.

And because Jack Chambers is an evil, sadistic, and relentless man…he answers the question for you.

Despite the room full of people, he slips his hand up your leg until it disappears beneath the soft hem of your dress.

Nobody notices. Maybe you want them to, maybe you don’t. But you notice. Feel the way those long fingers graze your inner thigh as they travel up. Up and up and up until they find the silk of your underwear. 

You also notice his breath hitch. Rather pleased at his obvious enjoyment of what he’s finding. The way, despite his power, he’s still overcome at the thought of you.

You watch his lips mumble something. You don’t catch what, exactly, but that hardly matters because he’s finally touching you. Thumb down the front of the fabric as he applies the subtlest amount of pressure. Just enough to make you squirm. Enough to have you sucking in a sharp gasp as you turn to hide your face in his neck.

“Shh,” he warns, cadence soothing and gentle. Soft and reassuring. It’s odd, the way he can seem both animalistic and tender all at once. You imagine that’s what you adore most about him. How he makes you feel both safe and terrified. “I’ve got you, yeah?”

He does, he’s got you, and you nod. You’ve never needed him to get you so badly.

A bit more pressure this time around. Up and down. Pressing. Circling. Kneading. Until you physically feel a blood vessel about to pop from how hard you’re trying not to whine. Until your stomach is cramping from the pain of holding the pleasure at bay. The way your thighs burn from attempting to squeeze them shut around his hand.

And the voices around you. Everyone laughing and talking and drinking and singing along to the music. Nobody pays you two any mind. If someone were to look over, they’d simply think you were whispering a secret in his ear. 

And you are. Repeatedly. “Please, please, please.” Desperate and fraught. Needing him to take you home, or to the car, or even to the fucking hallway if that means he’ll give you what you want.

He’s so close to going a bit further. You wish he would. Need him to. Need him to actually touch you. Skin on skin. No more of this over-the-panties bullshit. 

And he knows it. Knows what you need and is refusing to give it to you and you’re not sure why but you could kill him, you really could.

But that might have to wait until tomorrow because right now, with the thought of getting caught so close, and his hand much closer…you realize, you’re done for. Because skin on skin or not, you’re about to tip over the edge. His practiced and determined touch bringing you right to the cliff as he holds you there. Dangles you by one fucking finger.

And you can feel it. Bubbling. Ready to tip over at a moment's notice and it’s almost there, just a couple more seconds, and you’ll have to bite down on his shoulder to keep from screaming, and it’s so good and so close, and just one more second—

He stops.

Pulls his hand back.

Leaves you there. On the cliff. Dangling. Falling. Disappearing into the black abyss.

“Ja…Jack,” you just barely manage to whisper as he smooths the hem of your dress along your thighs, as if putting you back together. “What…what—”

“You never answered my question,” he tells you calmly, green eyes finally looking up to meet yours. “My angel knows better than that.”

You exhale a tense sigh. “Jack—”

“Off,” he demands, patting your hip to signal he wants you to stand to your feet.

But you hardly can, legs wobbly and chest caving in on itself. “Jack, I—”

“Off,” he repeats, a bit sterner, and immediately, you’re up. “Good. Go sit down and wait for me to take you home.”

“Jack—”

“Don’t push it, darling.” His tone hardens, lids narrowing as you feel the urge to cry bubbling its way up your throat. “Next time, you’ll tell me what I want to hear, and I’ll be good to you.”

“No, Jack, I promise…I was listening, I just—”

“S’too late now, Angel,” he hums, that familiar smirk attempting to sneak its way into his expression as he pulls his brows together and throws his arm over the back of his seat. His chin nods toward you as you settle on the couch. “Good girl. I’ll let you know when I’m ready to go.”

You suck in a deep breath. Hold it. Nails digging into your thighs. “Jack…please—”

“Uh uh,” he warns, head shaking once. “You can wait.”

“Jack—”

“You can wait.” He regards you carefully, and you can see the sadistic pleasure settle behind his eyes. “That’s it. Just like that. Sit there and behave for me.”

And you do. For the rest of the long, tumultuous evening. You sit there. You wait. You don’t make a sound.

But you do plan your revenge.

And as you watch him laugh with his friends and throw you a knowing wink, you smile through gritted teeth.

He’s so fucking in for it now.

And you’re gonna make it hurt.

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ok hear me out, harry wakes up spooning y/n and slips his hand inside her panties to rub her clit and he ends up rubbing his cock on her ass and comes in his boxers. it's all sweet and lazy because they are both sleepy. when y/n comes on his fingers she reaches down and grabs at his wrist because she gets to sensitive.

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Harry lets out a groan as he awakes, feeling something, or someone, stimulating his cock. It felt so good it woke him up, so he opens his eyes and immediately he sees the back of his wife’s head.

Confusion fills him for a bit, but when he hears her soft whimpers accompanied by light snores, he smiles as he realizes what’s going on. When she literally moans his name, he’s chuckling. She wants him even in her sleep.

Reaching forward, he grinds into her ass a bit before reaching under the shirt of his that she slept in, finding her bare pussy soaked with arousal. His poor baby, she needs him so bad. He slips two fingers between her dripping folds, rubbing gently at her clit as her moans pick up. He doesn’t know how long she’d been dreaming of him, but he’s glad to help now.

He already knows she’s close, probably still sensitive from him eating her out before bed. It’s a vivid memory, him buried between her legs as they shook around his head. He’s close as well, still bucking up into the swell of her ass. With a couple more swipes over her clit, a loud cry is leaving her lips as she wakes up and grips his wrist, grinding against his hand.

The intimacy and sexiness off it all has him cumming as well, a whine leaving his lips as he cums in his boxers.

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i know u write smut on Wattpad & u said u take requests so would you write one on here maybe?? for a request? like imagining if it’s emotional sex with Harry and he’s all passionate and ur on the verge of tears and it’s all cold so he has to cold you close? kinda soft??? 🥺🥺👉🏻👈🏻

I write it sometimes! It depends on the mood I set for the books and the type of characters involved (are they soft? a bit hotheaded? aggressive, ect) and all that jazz. But yes! Emotional sex is key to intimacy. 

Maybe you miss him so much that it physically hurts... 

Sometimes, the both of you get caught up with life.

Your work schedules have changed, so you don’t see him as much as you would like. Throughout the day, you’re busy with trying to finish all of your tasks on time so that they don’t pour into your lunch break. It’s all about getting lost into your work and making sure to do everything that your boss says. Maybe you’re the meticulous type so it always takes twice as long for you to finish everything. Add in the fact that you’re also a perfectionist and that equals a shit load of days filled with work and work only.

So when you’re finally able to come home a bit earlier than usual, you couldn’t have been any happier. Your feet ache and your back is stiff. Your eyelids are heavy from reading tiny print for so many hours, and your work clothes no longer make you feel comfortable--yet confined. 

You slip your shoes off quickly, almost falling apart right then when you smell delicious food wafting in the air. There’s a slight hum of the television on, and you can hear tiny clinks of silverware and plates being shuffled around.

He’s in the dining room when you near the corner. He’s already showered, hair a bit damp and extra curly. He’s wearing a soft jumper and a pair of sweats, thick socks pulled over his feet and bunching at the ankles. He smells like clean soap and fresh linens, and is warm and soft when he grins at you, stopping his task of setting the table to stride across the room and embrace you. The next few moments consist of sloppy kisses and warm smiles. Maybe his thumbs caress the apples of your cheeks as he laps his tongue into you fervently. He whispers how much he’s missed you and that he’s happy you’re home.

Maybe you’re reluctant when you let him go. But he promises that he won’t go anywhere while you announce your desire for a nice hot shower. 

You try to freshen up quickly. Once in the shower, you scrub your body a little too hard with soap. Then you’re drying yourself  too aggressively with your towels. Your toothbrush harshly brushes against your teeth as you clean them impatiently. And pretty soon you’re draping one of his printed shirts over you, slipping on a pair of legging before slathering the rest of your body in lotion.

And just as promised, he’s right where you left him when you return to the living room. The two of you eat dinner in peace, finally happy to see each other again after what feels like eons. Maybe you sit a little closer to him than necessary, not able to feed yourself as fast due to one of your hands clinging to him fondly. He kisses you in between bites and juggles his gaze between you and his food.

The bottle of red is consumed as well. Your desire to be near him increases tenfold. Your kisses become more frequent, as well as the need for your skin to be against his.

Maybe he grips you tightly, nails digging into your skin with a pleasurable sting. You appreciate the way that he breathes you in, responding to your touch immediately and bringing his hips up to meet yours. 

It isn’t long before he’s stripping you down in the comfort of your bedroom. He lays you on the plush comforter that he insisted buying a few months before, sucking and pulling and kissing in a way that leaves you aching for more. You desperately search for a closeness with him, demanding for him to strip his clothes as well, before eagerly waiting for him to push into you.

It’s a mixture of euphoria and devastating pleasure. He hovers over you, caging you in as he works his way to your release. Your hips press up into him and he pushes into you perfectly, swallowing your whimpers with his mouth.

Maybe your heart swells when he reminds you to keep your eyes open, to look at him because he wants to see you; to see how beautiful you are, how good he’s making you feel.

Your hands cling to his tightly, eyes stinging with tears when his pace quickens, thrusting into you with much more force. He hugs you close to him, noticing your slight shiver due to the chilly air. His lips brush against your cheeks, your nose, your cupids bow, your forehead--every inch of your face--as he whispers his love for you.

Your speech gets caught in your throat when you feel something warm and wet against your skin--his tears--before they stream down your face. You silence him with desperate kisses, mind growing foggy and eyes struggling to stay open. He stretches deeper and deeper into you, showing no mercy and causing you to see stars. 

“Please,” You can’t help but whimper. “...Want you to cum.”

He pants, body growing rigid as he tries to fathom the fact that you want him to release inside of you. His brain grows foggy as the both of you ride out your highs together. The air fills with heavy pants and declarations of love, tears mixing into one as well as soft sighs. Pretty soon, he’s collapsing on your chest, clinging to you as if he’s afraid you’ll disappear. You scratch his scalp endearingly, earning hums of satisfaction from him while you bask in your after glow.

Maybe he whispers how much he loves you once more, and this time it’s choked up with emotion.

Your heartstrings pull at the words. All you can do is kiss the top of his head, tightening your hold around him and never wanting to let go.

[teaspoon-full-of-sugar]

lesson

pairing: harry styles x reader

warnings: smut, masterbation, daddy mentions, heavy degradation and humiliation (lots of sluts and whores) but also some good girls !! teasing (so much teasing), orgasm denial/edging, choking, bondage, cum play (so also unprotected sex), pussy play (including spanks and cock thumping), pillow humping (for like a second), spitting, panty fucking, harry has a very dirty mind, please, only 18+ !!

word count: 6.4k

synopsis: he only has one rule, and she still can’t seem to follow it (or in which harry teaches y/n a lesson)

author’s note: hello! this took a little longer than i expected, so thank you for being patient with me! this is absolute, pure, unadulterated filth (absolutely no fluffiness about this—be proud for me) please, note the warnings and don’t read if you’re uncomfortable with anything mentioned above (that’s why i put them there :)) xx

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Y/N’s heart races in her ears as she scrubs at her hands, foamy soap slipping down her wrists in her haste. Harry calls for her downstairs, the front door slamming shut, shaking the house. She can’t find her voice just yet, traces of a stolen orgasm lingering in her tired body. The sheets are crumpled from her quick highs, and her legs are weak. She feels giddy, despite the odd numbness that seeps into her bones. She finally feels fulfilled after a long day of insatiable throbbing between her legs.

Clad in a simple tee and underwear, she steps out of their bathroom when he finally gets up to their bedroom. She dries her hands off, eucalyptus, mint, and other artificial scents lingering. She’s still catching her breath.

“Hey, babe,” she smiles, just like she does every time he gets back home, but there’s something behind it that’s unfamiliar, a devilish hint.

It’s her eyes that give her away.

They’ve been together long enough for him to know what she looks like after she comes, her shaky legs, dopey smile, and glazed over eyes. The mischievous glint is different, however.

“How was your—”

“How many times?”

“What?” She tilts her head to the side, brows furrowed innocently. It angers him; it actually makes his chest tight, and he has to bite his cheek to keep from snapping. She has the nerve to act as if nothing is wrong. Lip tucked between teeth, she steps forward, hands splayed in front of her. An unfamiliar feeling bubbles in his stomach. Not quite possessiveness but certainly close, this feeling is akin to lust and indignation, and it melts into a pool of gluttonous desire.

Normally, he takes a step back to collect his thoughts when he’s this emotionally invested, but it’s difficult when she looks so tempting, so divine, so satisfied. Fresh faced with a cheeky grin, she beckons him, imploring him to punish her, challenging him to ruin her.

He stalks forward, their gazes never faltering, until she falls onto the bed, still looking at him innocently.

“How many times did you make yourself come?”

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[goldnbbystyles]

✨le O-Face✨ 👀

I’m convinced it’s one of the above... if not all. Either that or he’s just experiencing some intense pleasure 😏

[zaynharry]

x

[ryebreadgf]

[nanawesomee]

just... wow.

[for-fucks-sake-h]

I’ll Be Home For Christmas

a/n: Hiiii! Huge thanks to @goldenbluesuit​ for organizing this 25 days of christmas fic challenge! So happy I could be a part of it! And thanks to my girls @andwhenshesays​ @oh-honey-styles​ for all the knives 😏 Enjoy babes and happy holidays! x  

rated: m, mature || word count: 3.6k 

You moved the same ornament for the third time in the last hour.  It was Christmas Eve, and nearing midnight.  You were trying not to get too antsy… but it wasn’t much use.  

His day on set ran late, as it did most of the time.  But tonight wasn’t “most nights”, or a FaceTime call that could be picked up whenever. He knew how much you loved the holiday, and how excited you were to share it with him. And he promised he’d be home for it.  

He promised.  

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[smirkingstyles]

Christmas time ! Is the best time ! 😋🎄

[ryebreadgf]

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[kingstylesdaily]

Harry Styles acknowledges everyone who helped create #FineLine: “I don’t think any of us ever walked into the studio with the intention of making hits. I think we try and make good music that we like and sometimes that connects, and sometimes it doesn’t” x

[zainmalikupdates]

Zayn via Gigi’s instagram {x}

[thestylesindependent]

@FallonTonight: .@Harry_Styles was the first to know about @nickkroll’s engagement! 💍 #FallonTonight