I'd LOVE to see a smut blurb where wolfrry fucks y/n senselessy in public for everyone to see. And point out how slippery his baby cunt is for him ughhhhh
WOAHHHH fbhdjsbhsdbkbdks okay we can do a little blurb for that bc wolfrry is a possessive son of a bitch but loves to show off.
warnings- public sex (In this au it is normal dw), degradation, alpha!Harry, mention of knotting. its filth tbh I'm sorry
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"Look up." His grip on her throat tightened. His body draped over hers, cock buried deep inside of her weepy hole. Y/N's bleary eyes looked up to watch as people passed them, some standing to the side to see the show. Harry'd had enough of her teasing and fulfilled his promise to fuck her dumb where everyone could see- bent over the hood of his car. "See that? They're watching you get fucked. Everyone can see what a naughty little bitch you've been." His chuckle against her ear made her keen, fingers curling on the metal of the hood.
It felt so good, so exhilirating to be fucked like this. She had poked and prodded and teased and now she was learning a lesson. Harry had no fears, no worries, and he was going to take what he wanted. "I see them, I see..." She whined, eyes hooded as she felt him thrust into her again. "I like when people s-see." Her stuttered words faded as his hand tightened on her throat, his deep and thorough fucking making her body light up. It felt so fucking good, Harry doing everything he could to make her as weak for him as possible.
This was the end goal. To make him snap and fuck her until all she could do was moan and cry out, to have him show her off the way she liked. She was a slut for it, the thrill of having other people watch her get pounded, having them know she was his. That he owned her and she was properly taken care of. Harry was thick, splitting her open as her cunt wept on his cock, making a mess.
"I know you do. S'why you were a fucking slut and flashed me your tits like that." He grit, pinching her nipple with his opposite hand. "You want to be a show off? Fine. Now people can see you being fucked dumb like the stupid little pup you are." He tugged on the nipple to make her moan, lifting his leg slightly to get deeper into her. "Slippery cunt take my cock so fucking good, though. Gonna take my knot just as good, hm?" He nipped aw her jaw to make her squeak. "Gonna milk every drop of cum while people watch you be filled?"
"Yes, m'yours. Want to take everything, please, please, please-" She was cut off by his hand covering her mouth, muffling the moans as she jolted with each punishing thrust into her hole. Her eyes rolled back as his cock began to pulse inside of her, his orgasm approaching soon.
"Shut the fuck up and take it then, puppy. No one wants to hear your voice, just want to see how drippy that pathetic hole gets for my cock."
Warnings- werewolves, mention of death, murder, violence, blood, wounds, etc
WC- 1.7k
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“Harry, please.” Her hand ran over his clammy forehead, wincing at the state of her mate. “Let me take care of you. Let me worry about you.” She whispered, feeling him huff as her fingers brushed his hair out of his eyes. They were bloodshot and the splatters of blood that wasn’t his own was yet to be wiped off his pretty face. Y/N hated seeing him in pain, despite his best efforts to continue his stoic demeanor.
The lodge was bustling with people, injuries, while not as many as they inflicted on others, enough to make Y/N squirm. She was the alpha’s mate and had been in charge when they’d gone on a run to the perimeter, doing the weekly check of stores at the northeast guard shelter, only to find him dead. It had been an ambush, a nasty one, one that had a bloody wound on his stomach that made her own twist in both disgust and nerves.
“My love, I will heal quickly.” His good hand reached to her, holding her hand as it caressed his face. “You shouldn’t worry too much. It’s not good for you. I will be alright. I have a good outcome. Damien did not.” Y/N could feel his hurt, seeing the shadow cross his eyes. However ruthless and merciless as Harry could be, he loved his pack. He hated any loss they had, and knowing that there must have been some sort of infiltration they’d missed had him reeling. It was too close to comfort. He had his mate, his packs, dozens of pups that played openly in the fields that the pack members trusted his lead to keep safe.
He felt like he failed.
“I know.” His mate whispered, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “I know it pains you, Alpha. It hurts, but it isn’t your fault and I won’t have you blaming yourself for such a tragedy. I will not.” She kept her voice soft but the tone firm. Y/N knew that his defenses were nearly foolproof and it had to be someone else's error. She sat in his office with him often as he went over the perimeter cameras, as he made plans, sometimes falling asleep in the crook of his neck as he typed with one hand and used the other to keep her steady in his lap. He was hard working and dedicated to his pack and the safety of al of them. That much was never doubted within them.
“I don’t know how someone could have bypassed anything without getting caught.” He mumbled to her, watching as she took a cloth and dipped it into the warm water before stroking it over his cheek. When it was pulled away he saw the stain, confirming it was indeed blood he had spilled. While the inner beast in him had been satisfied in ripping the throats of the enemy, it was still pacing back and forth with the unease that someone had dared infringe on his territory. “If anyone hurt you, if anyone got to you….” He closed his eyes, jaw clenched tight as the muscles of his neck pulled. “I would burn down the world for you, my love. You were my first thought.”
Ah. That was the reason she was having a harder time calming him down. In the past when he had gotten angry, it was easy to soothe him and lower his hackles with a sweet kiss, a stroke, a little distraction. But having a fear driven by the idea of his one and only soulmate being harmed? That was enough to make any wolf crazy, let alone Harry. He admitted himself he was extremely protective of her.
“I see.” She continued cleaning his face. “Well, I understand. I feel the same way about you. I wanted to cry the moment they brought me the news, but I already knew you were injured. No one knew why.” Her brows pulled as Harry pulled her hand away to kiss the back of it, softening up her face again. “But you’d never allow anyone to hurt me. It will be impossible to penetrate the barriers after this, but even more so? I know. The fates have told me even in my dreams, you’re my protector.” Her thumb brushed over his bottom lip, looking into his eyes. They were still dark, the animal in him far from settled, but she knew she was starting to get through to him.
“Of course I will.” He puffed his chest, voice strong despite the exhaustion lacing it. “I told you, I would make everything and everyone burn if it meant I could keep you safe. I’d slaughter an entire pack if they posed a threat to you.” The man was serious and she knew that all too well. There was no way of denying how much he loved her. If it felt as all encompassing and intense to Harry as it did to her, she could understand his unease over not fully knowing if there was anyone else out there targeting not only him, but his pack. “No one will harm you. No one will touch a single hair on your precious head.” His snarl made her lean back over, seeing now he was getting a bit too worked up as she gently sushed him.
“I know, my love. I know. Don’t work yourself up all the way now. You’ve got to focus your energy on healing quickly. The faster you heal, the faster you can go to work on finding out who the hostages are.” Fingers dipped into the salve, wiping it across a scrape on his cheek. He healed faster than most, the one on his face sure to be gone by tomorrow, but the salve will prevent scarring. “I’m worried. I don’t like this gash on your side, and I don’t like that you keep trying to get up.” She had been asked by the pack healer to get him to calm down, his irrational anger making him try to limp out of the room to continue the fight. Her gentle rubbing moved over his skin, making a bit of a purr erupt from his throat.
“There we go.” She praised him. “No one is here right now but me. You’re safe, you’ve protected your pack and your mate. You are a fierce wolf, but right now I need you to let me fuss over you and ensure your face is kept pretty and you keep your body laying down for as long as possible.”
The wound had been cleaned by the healer and bandaged, though she warned there was likely scarring. Y/N had taken care of the rest. Harry sat quietly as he stewed in his own head, working through cleaning the rest of the blood and dirt from his skin. He wasn’t in the condition to shower just yet, so a washcloth clean up was the best she could do. Her touched seemed to slowly relax him, his body sinking further into the bed as she hummed under her breath and the fire roared in their fireplace opposite their bed.
“You need to drink.” Y/N coaxed, placing the straw at his mouth and watching as he took sips of water. It wasn’t often that Harry took this sort of treatment, especially because he was the one tending to Y/N with his vulnerability that he hid from everyone else, so she was relieved he actually allowed himself to sit still so she could. “You’re all clean now. I will run downstairs and fill in the people who need to know and get you some food. The door will be guarded. Is that alright?”
Harry grumbled, pulling her hand closer to him to lay on his chest. He was clean now, but his warmth made him sweat a little as he frowned up at his mate. “No. Stay with me, please. I want them to come up to me and ask.” Y/N wanted to sigh, but she knew this was about as good as it was going to get. He wasn’t going to let her out of his sight and he wanted to be kept in the loop. She had gotten lucky with him sitting in the bed without trying to escape from her. “Now lay in bed with me, my love. Let them come up to us when they finish tending to the rest. If I talk now, I won’t be able to stop myself from going out to the prison and…”
Y/N could fill in the gaps. She knew damn well that Harry’s infamous temper would erupt on the few captives they did take. She just needed to keep him down and relaxed until most of the gash had closed up, and that was going to be her goal now that she had met his limit.
“Alright.” She sighed, moving around the bed and going to crawl in before he rose up a hand.
“What?”
“Naked. Have you forgotten my rules?” His little smirk made her want to roll her eyes. Even in pain, he was open to being a little pervert. Instead, she did as he requested, letting the clothing fall to the floor before crawling inside of the sheets and allowing him to wrap his good arm around her shoulders. She was careful not to jostle him or put any strain on his body as she relaxed into his chest, eyes closing when she took a big inhale.
“I think if you stay with me like this.. I will heal much faster.” Harry murmured, turning his head to brush his lips against her forehead. “Gives me motivation so I can take you again. Because I know you won’t let me tonight.”
“You are such a boy.” Y/N laughed, patting his chest. “You’re correct in that assumption. I have a strict no open wounds during sex policy, sorry.”
Can we have wolfrry being protective and jealous over her or her over him pleaseeee 🧎🏻♀️🧎🏻♀️🧎🏻♀️🤌🏻
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“I just… I really don’t like the way he looks at you, petal.” He grumbled, watching from their seats. Y/N was settled in his lap, arm curled around his shoulder as she laughed softly at his tone. Harry really didn’t like it. He was as possessive as it got, mixing the human emotion with the wolf ish possessive nature? It was a recipe for a man that would be toxic in any human scenario.
“You’re grumbling like a pup.” She cooed, stroking a bit of his hair behind his ear. It was tied into a bun behind his head but some tendrils always managed to break through. “You’re the alpha. He’s simply visiting and observing. You said you’d try to give this treaty a shot. It’s too exhausting being at odds with everyone, my love.” His soothing croon called to the beast inside of him, though it did little to unbristle the hair standing at his neck.
The bonfire was to celebrate a signed treaty with a nearby pack. Harry knew it was the right decision. Their pack was fine on their own but it would give him more peace of mind to have more people on their side. He hadn’t signed a new treaty in years, but Y/N had convinced him with the promise of a bit more time to relax with her and spend less time stressing over the borders- and he had a very, very difficult time telling his mate no.
He had swallowed his pride and signed it with his blood, bonding them to it. The terms were clear and he knew that this higher guard of the opposite pack knew that making a move or leering at his mate could mean voiding it. It pissed him off. Of course he was well aware that Y/N was a ethereal beauty. It wasn’t of this world. It extended far pass it. But that didn’t mean he enjoyed people looking at her like they wanted to devour her.
“I know. I will stick to my word… so long as they adhere to the agreement and show me respect.” His nose nudged her cheek, urging her to turn so he could rub against her. The affection he showed her was still a bit shocking to people who knew him pre-Y/N. He wouldn’t be caught dead being this gentle with a woman. Or- with a woman out like this in general: the man was completely and utterly soul bonded to the deepest ties.
“Good.” The woman purred, cupping his large cheek in her smaller palm, keeping him still as she pressed a kiss to his lips. The stubble tickled her soft skin, making her smile against his mouth. “You’re such a jealous creature. They all know that I’m yours, Alpha.” She whispered. “You take me on the balcony often enough. They hear my cries of pleasure just for you. Calls for you. My orgasms for you. It’s beyond clear that I belong solely to you. Only a fool would challenge that.” Let alone him. Harry was incredibly powerful. It was a death wish to go against him if they were being honest.
Harry let out a pleased noise from his chest at her reassurance. Had he purposely taken her on the balcony when the other pack had been given a simple tour? Yes. He likes to make sure people had no second guesses. With his mark proudly displayed on her neck, there was little mistake to know that they were very smitten and Harry was incredibly possessive. His hands haven’t left her body all day, she’s been in his arms and on his lap. Y/N wouldn’t dare complain.
“Good. I will do it again tonight.” His hands tightened around her thighs, pulling her closer to him. “Your pleasure is mine alone. They can hear it, even see it if I’m inside of you, but they can’t provide it.” He brushed his teeth against the side of her neck to make her shiver, a possessive grunt rumbling through his throat.
“Yes alpha.” Y/N sighed, melting into his strong form. How could she complain? Selfishly, she loved when he got like this. Possessive and a little mean. He took her harder that way, stroked her a bit more intensely. He was ruthless in giving her pleasure and he went for a long while. The sore limbs only lasted for a bit and he always licked her sore and puffy cunt better, cleaning her up enough. Some of his last release trickled into her panties, the scent of him saturating her fully. Perhaps it was the primal part of their being, but she felt better this way. “I love when you do. They all know I belong to you.”
“They do, and if they aren’t sure? They’ll be reminded.”
“My love.” Y/N’s fingers ran over the back of his neck as he stared intently at their children tumbling around the field. The sound of children’s laughter filled the autumn air, his eyes scanning the perimeter now that he knew his mate was here.
“Mm? What is it, love of my life?” His rasp was low as he was attentive to watching, gently feeling around to grab her waist and pull her into his lap. It didn’t matter to him that there were people running the guard around the edges of their territory. Becoming a father had made his protectiveness grow. Y/N squeaked as she settled in his thighs with an ‘oof’, shaking her head as she was engulfed in his arms.
“You can look away for a moment. It isn’t necessary to watch them this intensely.” Trying to be the voice of reason, Y/N was the only one who could ever tell him no what to do with their children. The only one who could tell him what to do at all, actually. “It’s safe. You’ve worked so hard to make our home the safest place possible. Let them and yourself enjoy it.” Her nose brushed his jaw in a show of affection, smudging more of her scent on him. It never failed to calm her down. “Feel the sun. Enjoy the air. It’s so beautiful, Harry. You’ve given us such a gorgeous life.”
Harry let out a grumbly little noise, feeling her fingers slide into his hair and comb the tresses away from his face. She had been so good to him, always able to calm him to a new level. Harry was level headed but he could be ruthless when he lost his temper. But since having her and their children, he had been even more in alert. 24/7 watching, learning, keeping. It was instinct. “It is my job to keep you safe.” He sighed, leaning his head back while he watched still.
“Are you saying your guards that you’ve trained personally aren’t capable? You big baby.” She huffed. “Please. Just enjoy me. Enjoy our children.”
Y/N was interrupted by squeals, two small bodies zooming over and crashing right into them. Her lap was filled with grass stained giggles, one hanging in Harry’s neck and the other cuddling into her chest. “Momma! Momma- Papa has been watching us.” The little one babbled, hands patting Harry’s large shoulder. “We do the carting wheels!”
“Cart wheels, angel.” Harry murmured to her, being promptly ignored by the excited squeak of her sister.
“Yeah! Cart wheels. We go upside down, an-and we spin! And Papa said we can have a picnic. It’s so fun, momma. I’m happy you come, we have stuff. See!” Their rambunctious 6 year old threw herself off of Harry to pull the picnic basket over.
“I do see, my lovely. Papa’s spending a nice afternoon with you two, hm? Do you like having your time with him?” The child on her chest nodded happily, making a grabby hand for Harry’s. The man reacted without kissing a beat, letting her take his large hand into her tiny one as she marveled at the scars on his knuckles.
“Papa tells us about- about how he had to fight bad wolves and make sure we are safe. And how sometimes he got hurt but! But he will always be okay because he has us. He says we are his power.” Sparkling eyes lit up as she looked up at her father with a grin that matched her mothers, making him soften completely.
“We are.” Y/N murmured. “We are his strength. He fights so fiercely because he loves us deeply, we are his world. He tells you and I every day, doesn’t he? So kind and fierce, our alpha is.” Lips pressed against his cheek, giving him a silent thanks for spending time with his girls. Y/N’s father has been anything but doting, and all she had wanted for them was a good relationship and fond memories she wished she could have as a child. To feel safe, secure and loved. Harry had provided all of that to them.
Harry grumbled happily, squeezing the tiny hand lightly in his own, ignoring the stickiness that children seemed to always have. “My world.” He repeated Y/N’s words. The sweet moment was broken up by a rumbling tummy, met with loud laughter. “My world should never be hungry. Eat, darling.” He nudged their child to the food first. “You two first.”
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“Do you believe in soulmates?” The words floated on the warm night air to Y/N’s ears. She laid beside him on the blanket, looking up stars. It was the third night in a row that they’d continued their stargazing, Harry arriving to her home and promising to have her back safe and sound to her roommate before driving over to the lookout point over the lake.
Y/N was new to town, looking for a new beginning, and Harry had found her on her worst day. Only 2 months in, she had been burnt out. Tirelessly writing her book at night and working at the cafe during the day for just enough for her rent, bills and some food here and there. If she didn’t get her free meals at the cafe, she knew she would be in an even worse spot- but she had left a place that had been dulling her life, keeping her tied and rooted with no place to grow. Leaving had been the best option.
The lake town was tucked into the foothills of the mountains, A nice summer tourist population and a small, tight knit group of locals she was trying to find her place in. The weave was strong and the things seemed to be established, so she was trying to find a nice spot in between to settle- but her hanging out with Harry had made some waves. His family was a long time legacy, basically built the town up. He wasn’t much of a socializing type besides his small, even tighter group of friends, so when he was seen walking around with the new girl in town? It had spread like wildfire. It never ceased to amaze her how fast small towns spread gossip to the trees to set the rumor mill ablaze.
She had been informed that Harry didn’t date around, he didn’t sleep around despite people being more than obvious in their interest. A coworker had divulged that she knew his family was apparently part of some sort of exclusive group with a share of other families in town and the surrounding era. It was all hush hush, but Y/N knew that it wasn’t her business. If Harry had his secrets, it was okay. She did too.
Like how meeting him had given her the inspiration on what to model her male character on in her book.
“I’m a romance novel author, Harry.” She rolled her head to the side. “Of course I do. It’s the best trope there is.” She laughed, looking back up at the stars. Sometimes his stare was a bit intense and made her squirmy. He always seemed to be looking. Somehow, she didn’t mind.
“What do you like about it?” He asked, turning over on his side a bit as she continued looking up.
“Theres a lot. I love the idea of unconditional love, but I know that isn’t realistic. So I think I like the thought that someone is meant for me. That there isn’t something wrong with me for always feeling like something is missing in my partners thusfar. I love that whole thing. Feeling like you were made for someone, that they’ll just get you and how you feel… It’s always been something I wished was something for me. But I hope one day I can meet mine.” Her sigh was dreamy, smiling at the sky as Harry continued staring at her.
“Maybe you already have.” His voice was calm, just as it normally was, his eyes on her expression as he continued. “Well.. What if being with them required sacrifices? If life wouldn’t be different?” His words were ominous but Y/N was a bit oblivious. She always had been, full of wonder and stuck in her own brain. His question was one that had her mind whirling around, colorful thoughts throwing themselves at the walls until one stuck.
“I mean, every good love story requires sacrifice. It’s part of every single good storyline, every memorable romance.” She laughed, nudging his foot with her own. “And I suppose life is never the same after meeting anyone but especially a soul mate. Someone the stars bound to you. The cosmos and the moon, powerful things they are.” She didn’t know just how correct that was. “I’d still want to be with them, yeah. Any relationship takes work and adjustments. I think it would be more than worth it for a soul mate-”
Y/N gasped as she was interrupted by the howl of wolves off in the forest. Shivers hit her body, chills hitting her skin as the sound reverbed off the trees, the full moon in the sky seeming doubly as bright. There were trees on either side of them and her nerves shot into her stomach. It sounded so close. Sitting up, her widened eyes met Harry’s. His body hadn’t moved, hadn’t even stiffened. Oddly, she thought he saw him relax at it. “Uh- should we go? That sounded really close, and I’m no expert but that’s probably not good.” Her nervous hand wringing was a distraction, Harry gently pulling one of them from her own grasp, urging her back down.
“I’m not afraid. It’s okay. The wolves are misjudged. They don’t want to hurt humans.” He spoke confidently. “The humans are the ones attacking first. It’s probably different in other places but here, we respect the wolves and they leave us be.” His words were spoken as if he knew this for a fact. Y/N oddly believed him, despite knowing it was going against all logic she had.
“Oh, alright. I always thought wolves were beautiful but I try and keep a respectable distance. You know?” She tucked a bit of hair behind her ear, sitting back in her original spot as she tried to calm her heart down. The howling was moving further away, and Harry’s calmness was contagious.
“Yes. You’re one of the smart ones. In this town, the relationship with the wildlife is different. We all respect the creatures and nature’s course.”
“Oh!” Y/N gasped. “So that’s part of why there was a questionnaire everyone filled out while filing their documents at town hall, then. Wanting to make sure people knew that. Smart. I don’t know why people wouldn’t accept that, though. It should be like that everywhere.” Y/N sighed, shaking her head. “And do you like them, then? The wolves?”
She didn’t think it was that funny, but the smile that grew on his face and the little burst of laughter made her own smile tilt up the corner of her mouth. The man’s dimples were on display, teeth pearly white and crinkles by his eyes. Harry was attractive- anyone could see that- but to see him light up like that because of something she said? She felt his smile deep in her core. “Well…” He laughed through another howl. “You could say that.”
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Y/N knew her mate. And she knew exactly how to handle him, but this was a bit new.
She had been eagerly waiting his return from a meeting with the guards, it having run much later than she was used to. It would have troubled her if she couldn’t feel his presence and that physically, he was fine.
That didn’t mean emotionally, though.
Lately, he had been taking a toll on his emotions. He was the Alpha. Untouchable to everyone, strong, collected, cool. But he felt things so deeply, his loyalty to his pack so thorough that he would do any and everything to protect them. Despite outside packs seeming his as this  Villainized Tyrant, this dictator- his pack knew the truth.
He was a dedicated leader. He didn’t take bullshit, he didn’t allow anyone to mess with his own. He was efficient and yes, sometimes ruthless when it came to rules. But it was for the good and safety of his wolves. How could he possibly be a good leader and run a good pack if they didn’t have a solid backbone to lean on??
Y/N knew of his dedication and was happy that he was such a good leader. It didn’t mean she didn’t worry about his emotional well being. Sometimes he still struggled to open up to her though he had gotten so much better over the time They’d been together.
When he walked into their bedroom finally, Y/N could feel it. He was completely and utterly drained. Tired. Harry needed a break.
She watched him undress wordlessly, a sigh leaving his nose as he kicked his pants in a frustrated manner across the room. Her brows furrowed as she peeled back the covers for their bed, knowing better then to speak right now. Instead, as soon as he crawled in the bed she scooted to him and pulled his face into her neck.
Harry immediately began to unwind the tightness of his shoulders as he was enveloped in the sweet smell of his mate. His senses covered in it as she hummed softly, delicate hands running through his silky waves. It was wordless, she didn’t know exactly what happened, but she knew how to fix it.
There was an unspoken knowledge between the both of them. When it came to their comfort, they just knew. Y/N was so good with him that it shocked him at times. Harry knew mates were supposed to be compatible but to the degree she knew just where to rub on his head, exactly where scratch his back, where to kiss to make him shiver…. It was something he didn’t even realize could happen.
Being so in tune had its perks. While usually it was Harry comforting Y/N, the turn of events always put him in awe. Her plushy lips kissing over his hair line, humming a soft song he couldn’t quite place, her legs tangling with his as she smothered him slightly in his scent? The tension was leaking out of his body as he began to purr slightly from his chest.
“There he is….” Finally she spoke, her voice quiet. “Just lay there and let me take care of you. Know you’re my big strong Alpha… but you’re running yourself ragged, my love.” Her sigh made him nod, nosing at the point on her neck where her scent was the most potent. Inhaling deeply, he shuddered slightly as the smell soothed him. After waiting so long to find his mate, he wouldn’t ever refuse a touch from her.
“Just lay with me and let me take care of you for once. I love you.”
Dark red satin. Lace trim. Smooth to the touch, they showed when she got wet, and the Alpha loved it. He loved watching them get wet through the night, and was about to attempt to take a better look when he was interrupted.
“Get your hands out of my dress!” Y/N yelped as Harry spooked her from behind. Getting ready to go out was never easy with him. “This is why you’re always locked out of the room when I’m trying to get ready.” Her eyes rolled as she brought the gloss to her lips.
Harry’s hands, did not, in fact leave her dress. They stayed underneath and he perched his chin on her, looking at her in the mirror. Firmly gripping her ass, he pouted at her mention of locking him out. “Y’know I get sad when you lock me out. Jus’ have so much fun watching you do your makeup and hair and getting to see what you choose to put on. What’s the crime in that?” He pouted like a sad puppy, but it didn’t work on Y/N. Not for a single second.
“Hm, the crime is when you come in and lift my dress up and cause a breeze, start pawing around my ass.” She hummed. “You may be a big, bad Alpha… but you’re just a needy little pup.” Her teasing made him snarl, teeth biting into her neck. Her eyes fluttered closed as he sucked lightly at the skin, growl rumbling from his throat.
“Christ…. H, this is exactly what I mean.” Her voice was breathier though, making Harry well aware he’s doing his job. Pulling back from her skin, he rubbed his nose against the sensitive mark he had put on her to indicate their soul bond.
“Can’t help it. M’just a needy little pup after all. So let me play as a pup should…. We can afford to be a little bit late.”
"oh for fucks sake stop growling, they are just holding the baby"
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Harry was a possessive creature. It came naturally as a wolf, of course, but even in those terms he was a bit excessive. When it came to his mate, his pup, he was a bit too much with it.
His scowl was dark as he looked at some friends of the pack holding their pup and cooing over the soft curls and dimples that had developed over the past few months. He didn’t like anyone else besides him or Y/N holding their little one. It wasn’t necessarily personal to who it was. Anyone who didn’t share his scent wasn’t a welcomed guest to his wolf.
He was interrupted by his low growling by two arms snaking around his waist and the comforting smell of his mate blanketing his senses. Lips pressed up against his mating mark she had given him and caused him to shudder, melting into her grip.
Damn her and her powers over him.
“Will you stop growling?” She giggled. “They’re just holding him.”
Harry huffed under his breath. Y/N knew by now that he wasn’t the biggest fan of their baby being shown off if it wasn’t in their arms. “Don’t like it.” His childish grumble came from his chest while his arms held his mate to his chest. He was protective of them to almost obsessive degrees. He woke up at night to check on the pup whenever he wailed, instincts taking over and bringing his small body to his chest. “I don’t like it at all. Can we go get him back, please?” He whispered, nuzzling against her hair.
“In a bit. We have to share his attention sometimes, my love. He’s the cutest baby in the world. Got his daddy’s looks and charm… it’s really your fault, grump.” She gave him the nickname lovingly based off of his scowls. “Just give them another few minutes to coo over our beautiful little pup and then you can have him back. I’ll even go get the baby pack so you can wear him.” She stroked a curl that had fallen into his face back up, laughing as it just fell back into his eyes.
“Fine. But no one else for the rest of the day. Just you or me.”
