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[jarofstyles]

Buttercream

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A series featuring an Alpha Architect Harry, a bossy bakery owning omega Y/N, the sweetest treats taste tested and some steamy smut.

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The smell kept him coming back.

In his life, Harry had been to a quite a few bakeries. He could be considered an expert on fudge brownies, a specialist on cupcakes and the swirls of icing, a connoisseur of croissants. He treated himself a bit too often, if his mother had anything to say with it. His sweet tooth had always been prevalent in his life.

The new bakery down the road from his job, though? That had made him a true problem.

Every day before work, he stopped. Suit and all, pulling into the parking lot and nearly drooling the moment he got out. His feet carried him towards the door and the smell hit him immediately. Sweet buttercream, frothy vanilla, spiced cinnamon, and… something else. That something else that had him nearly vibrating, and now on a mission to have the whole menu to figure out just what the hell that scent was.

It was intoxicating. Mesmerizing. If Harry didn’t have work, he would spend hours just sitting here to smell it. It had a weird hold on him, and he didn’t quite know how to ask if it was an air freshener. That was unlikely for anywhere but restrooms anyways considering how offensive it could be for the noses of alpha’s and omegas alike. A bad scented one could send them into moods. Or even sickness. The sense of smell was very important.

“Mr.Styles.” The teen manning the cash register saluted him. He came in every day and was known to the cashiers, so he had ruled out it being one of them. Thank god. They were either young enough to not have a scent or too old for it to be possible. “What will it be today? Y/N’s been whipping up a storm for the holidays. New recipes. We’ve got a peppermint bark brownie that would go well with the peppermint mocha you like.” She chirped, watching as he scanned the cases.

Harry was a little intimidating but he was exceptionally charming. He smiled, he conversed, he tipped well, but he always seemed to be looking around. Trying to find something that no one could really place. The bakery was empty besides a mum and her friend with their kids, munching on treats and coffee as they watched the traffic go by. It wasn’t them. Harry’s ears did perk up when he heard an unfamiliar name.

“Y/N?” He asked, tilting his head as his attention went back to the cashier. “Who’s that? The owner?” Harry had never met the owner. For some reason, every time he came in the morning she had stepped out for her own break. It didn’t bother him so long as his compliments to the baker got passed along, but hearing her name stirred something in his chest.

“Yep.” She popped the p in her word. “She’s awesome. She started this all on her own after she went viral on the internet. She got the funds from online orders. You see the custom cakes and stuff but she does awesome experimental flavors. She doesn’t care if they’re hits or misses and let’s us go home with leftovers.” There was obvious pride to be working for someone like Y/N. It peaked his interest.

“Oh?” He asked, leaning his body against the counter. “That’s incredible. I’d be very happy to taste some of the new things.” He flashed a smile, tapping his card against the wood of the counter. “What would you think Y/N would suggest?” And why did saying her name make him feel silky and hot? Like it was meant to live on his lips? They tingled as the word left his mouth, making him shift his stance slightly. His skin was buzzing slightly as he heard someone else come from the back.

“She would suggest the peppermint bark brownies, the s’mores donut, the lemon cream cookie and the chili chocolate cupcake. Spice and sweet work surprisingly well together.” The airy voice went to his bones.

Harry could smell it fully now. The scent that laced the bakery was now engulfing him. Filling the space, making him inhale it with each breath. His hand tightened on the card, curling into a fist at his side as he caught a glimpse of her. She had been the source. It wasn’t a baked good or a cashier, but it was the baker herself that was making him addicted to the sweets laced with her scent.

He was silent as he observed her, a smile quirked on her lips. Slightly glossy and deliciously plump as she greeted the cashier with a simple hey and asking her to go to the back to grab the other new tray of cinnamon buns. Sliding them on to the rack, she used her hip to gently nudge the counter open and grabbed one for Harry.

“Here. On the house.” She slid the bag over to him with her soft simper, hands tapping on the wood.

She was marvelous.

Harry was speechless. Something he never usually was- the alpha could talk to a brick wall if he needed to- but this sweet little omega has been slowly hypnotizing him with her scent over the course of a month and now he was finally seeing her. He loved delayed gratification, a fan of edging, but this? He wished he had seen her far earlier.

“Hi.” He peeped. His face looked like he saw a ghost. The woman in front of him was like a mirage- and he wasn’t trying to be dramatic. He swore she was familiar to him in some way. Some how. She was all omega in the ways that called to him. The curve of her face and her soft voice… he could have started purring if he didn’t have some semblance of self control in his body.

“Hi.” She returned the greeting with a soft chuckle that heated his chest. “I hope you like the suggestions. I recognized your voice. You’ve been in here every morning we’re open and I figured it was about time to meet the loyal customer.” She chirped, brushing the stray hair that had fallen from her ponytail behind her ears. The adorably disheveled look added to her appeal.

A candy apple red apron was dusted with various baking material, tied around her waist snug. It showed the curve of her waist went deeper than what he could tell under her sweatshirt that appeared to have the bakery name printed on it. A swipe of flour was decorating her forehead, like she had wiped hair from her face and simply forgot about flour coated hands. Little details he was memorizing to think about later.

“I love the smell.” He blurted out. Immediately, he winced. That hadn’t been what he had meant to say, at least how he had meant to say it. Heat crept up further under his cheeks as he opened and closed his mouth, watching her giggle a bit as he tried to find his bearings.

“Fucking hell- I meant to say, I love your bakery. It smelled amazing when I went past it so I decided to stop in a few weeks ago and now it’s become a part of my daily routine. I bring in pastries for the office.”

“Aren’t you a star coworker.” She cooed, turning from him with a wink as she grabbed one of the red boxes and began to construct it. “They must love you at the office. I have on good authority that the one that brings the snacks, gets the pats on the back. Especially hand made, beautifully crafted baked goods.” She teased, opening up the case and beginning to place some sweets into it.

“I’d hope they like me. I’m their boss.” He laughed quietly, scratching the back of his neck. Never has he felt more like a schoolboy talking to a playground crush. He was head to toe in a suit good enough to meet his best clients, and a girl with flour on her face was sending him to his knees. Each time she moved, a gentle waft of her scent was given his direction and made that ever loved self control hang by a thread.

“Ooooo. Bossman.” She grinned, wiggling her brow as she placed another iced brownie with crushed peppermint bark sprinkled on top into the box. “Should have guessed. Love the suit, by the way. You look very handsome.”

That little compliment made his day. The pretty omega with the prettier smile and mouthwatering scent thought he looked handsome. That would be lingering in his brain all day. How she thought he was handsome. The casual compliments.

“Thank you.” He preened. “We do interior and exterior design for businesses. Up and coming places and remodels. So if you ever need a guy- I’m here.” He placed his hands in his pockets and lifted up on his toes rocking back and forth.

“Oooo. Is it that bad in here? Do I need a renovation?” She sucked her teeth, tilting her head. It had him freezing, mouth falling open to grovel. He hadn’t meant to offend her at all, hadn’t tried to insinuate it needed a remodel.

“Shit- no, I’m sorry. It’s very cute in here, I didn’t mean to insinuate it needed any help. I’m sorry, I didn’t realize how it would sound-“

“Cool it, bossman.” She cooed, laughing at how he had nearly fallen over himself. “I’m just messing with you. The place does need some exterior work, actually. I hadn’t had the budget when we first started, nor the time. But I didn’t take any offense to it. You’ve got to market yourself. Don’t worry.” Her reassurance made him melt into relief, leaning into the counter. This whole encounter had him feeling a bit on edge in the weirdest way. He wanted to snuggle this woman, yet he was almost afraid of her. An omega. He was afraid of an omega.

Anyone else would laugh at him, perhaps, but he felt the nervousness creeping in his bones. He wanted her to like him. He wanted her to think he was cool and want to know him better. Y/N, Y/N, Y/N. She had unarmed his normal charm and made him feel like a nervous bundle of sweat and it was exhilarating.

“I’ll take a card, though.” She placed her hand out flat. “If you’ve got one. I’m gonna check out your website.”

Harry fished one out of his wallet, thankful he kept them on hand. It had his office number, and part of him wanted to offer his personal cell but he knew that would be a bit weird. Especially if she wanted to use his services. He almost hoped she didn’t- asking a client on a date wasn’t good for the image, was it? He wasn’t sure.

“If you’ve got any questions you can reach out on the email there, it’s a direct line to me- or uh, I come in every day so.” He shrugged. “Around this time. You’ve got very good coffee too. It’s been a while since I’ve had a good hazelnut. People put a lot of syrups and things… but your shop does it the best.”

“Thank you.” She seemed chuffed with his praise. “I taste test everything with the crew here. You’ll be in for a treat. If you’re coming in every morning, do you think you’d want to be a bit of a guinea pig for me?” She slid the box across the counter. “I’ve been experimenting like my lovely employee was saying. But I’d love a real customers opinion. Even if it’s bad. I want to know what the consumer likes.”

Harry was shocked. Y/N was kind of treating him like a friend, like she valued his exact opinion. He couldn’t deny he felt exceptionally special. Having not only the owner of the bakery but an omega he had some sort of crush on suddenly want to sample the new things she sells and get his opinion on it.

“Oh- uh. Alright. Of course! I can do that.” He grinned shyly, handing his card over for her to pay for the things she had put into the box. “I come in every morning during the week so… you can just let me know what’s new to taste.” There was a giddiness in his stomach. An excuse to talk to her every day. Or at least a few times a week. He’s never really reacted this way to an omega before, the scent craving, the shyness he suddenly felt, all of it was so new to him and he was unsure how to navigate it but he didn’t want to stop. He only wanted more.

“Perfect. What is your name, by the way?” The card was handed back to him and there was slight disappointment their fingers didn’t brush, but Harry took today was a victory.

“Harry. Harry Styles. It’s lovely to meet you.”

“Y/N. I’m glad to meet you too. I hope to see more of you soon.”

[harrysmimi]

Cuddly Mood

Synopsis: One where Harry comes home from work to his girl being clingy. He ain't complaining.

More of my work

Harry had told his girl to not wait for him for dinner as he would be late, and that she should to go to bed. Basically not wait up for him as he got work.

He was working late at night on some new music. Not essentially planning to write a whole new album just yet, he just wanted to het these new out and into production and see how things go from there for him and his new future projects.

YN understood where he came from. She's an artist too after all. She sometimes want to spend all day and night, in her studio painting and work on this one piece of art which would not budge off her head until it was out. She's had those days and Harry's always been respectful and supportive of her.

But she wanted to be selfish today and hold him back and cuddle him all day. Well, she could barely bring herself to do that because he was so excited about this new song he had in his mind. Or melody? Or a rhythm? Or a beat? She doesn't quite know how music works.

This afternoon Harry got ready to leave for studio after he'd returned from gym, all showered up and dressed up. He wore a pair black washed jeans a simple white tshirt, which she likes to steal from him some times. He took a hoodie with him incase he's cold, which he always is at the studio.

He's been going to gym religiously now, so he's been more muscley and big, he's still his shy self which makes him like her giant human cuddle bear. Especially with his instincts of him wanting to hold her and make her feel safe. Oh boy, did that make her all mushy!

She just wanted cling on him all day and take a big fat nap. But she had to let him go for few hours.

But she still deserves his undivided attention, especially when he's back from a long tour and will be going back very soon.

She's a night owl, Harry knows it. So when he came back home to her place, he found her dusting her furniture around. She's like her cat, who likes to zoom around at three in the morning.

And it was three in the morning when he came back!

"Hi, angel!" He chirps as he locked the door behind him. "What are you doing up so late baby?" Dropping his stuff on the sofa he walked upto her, snaking his arms around her tummy he pulled her close to him, placing a chaste of kisses on her neck and back of her head. She melted in his embrace.

Exactly what she craved all day!

"I'm not sleepy." She mumbled.

"You need to fix that sleep schedule of yours, angel, it's not healthy." He expressed his concerns, "no coffee for you after three in the afternoon!"

"Hey!" She whined.

"Yes!" He argued back. "You wanna go to bed now?"

"Yeah," she agreed.

Harry was changing out of his clothes. He took off his hoodie and shirt, and got rid of his pants.

On rare nights his boxers and basketball shorts stayed on and today was one of them. His girl doesn't mind, there is nothing she haven't seen. He doesn't feel insecure around her anymore and does she, which is amazing!

"Harry?"

"Hmm?"

"Can I have your hoodie?" She asked.

"Yeah, which one do you want baby?" He asked, changing into a different pair of boxers.

"The one you wore today?"

"Aren't you going to be hot, angel?" He enquired, because it was getting warmer and he doesn't want her to layer up.

"No, I'll just wear that and nothing underneath." She explained.

"You sure about that?" He asked, just to be sure.

"Mhmm."

"Alright strip down!" Harry smirked cheekily. He was all done dressing half decent, he took two strads towards where she was stood in the bathroom, applying her moisturiser.

Her sleep shirt caught onto her earrings as she was taking it off. "Ouch!"

"Be careful there!" He stepped in and carefully untangled the shirt from her earring. "You okay?"

"Yeah!" She nodded. Harry smiled and carefully pulled the neckhole of his hoodie (which is now both of theirs to share!) over her head, before his hands travelled behind her back to unhook her bra. He slipped his off but not before taking the opportunity to have a quick feel of her breasts, run his hands over her delicious tummy rolls towards her hips. "Stop it tickles!"

"Yeah?" He teased her, tickling her more under her breasts.

"Stop!" She laughed holding onto his wrists tightly. He stopped and helped her put her arms through the sleeves.

"My favourite!" He commented on her wearing her "cute set" of underwear, which were a pair of pastel green granny panties with french fries on them.

They're adorable okay!

"Stop tickling me, I've missed you enough all day!" She pouted feeling his hands wander down to her bum, trying his best to tickle her.

He gasped, "I need to make up for it, don't I?" With that he threw her over his shoulder as he brought her back out to their room and carefully placed her on their shared bed. "Why didn't you call me then if you missed me so much?"

"I did not felt like wanting to disturb you while you worked." She explained as he peppered her face with sloppy and wet kisses.

"You can never disturb me!" He exclaimed quietly, "could have worked on that song later. Next time just tell me, okay? I'd prefer to spend time with you!"

"Mhmm! I will." She agreed, "now kiss me?"

"Gladly!" With that he placed his mouth on hers, giving her a tender kiss. "I've missed you too today! Wrote a song about you and us."

"You did?" She was so surprised even though he tells her when a song is inspired by her. It still manages to surprise her, thinking she can be a muse to someone's art when it's always been the other way around for her. He always finds new things about to sing in his songs.

Where as he's always been muse of her art!

"Yeah, wrote about how much I love you, and how I wanna be with you for as long as you want me!"

"I want you forever!"

"Forever, yeah?" He rested his forehead on hers.

The next few minutes he spent talking about the song and loving on her until she fell asleep, snuggled close to his bare chest.

He'd never enjoyed being a big spoon in his life!

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tales from the modern incubus series by @gurugirl 

sensitive wings blurb by @harryforvogue 

angel!y/n is pissed off at demon!harry & he knows just how to fix it by @harryforvogue 

the abyss by @harryforvogue 

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- part two

vampire

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Do you do ABO fics?

I Just Want What’s Mine*

warnings: smut, dirty talk, thigh riding, degradation, exhibitionism, abo dynamics, unprotected sex, oral(m receiving)

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a/n: i do, yes. and i thought i added this to my masterlist but it’s been sitting in my google docs since i remade my acc LOL

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YN lets out a pained cough as she breathes in the hot, sticky atmosphere of the crowded living room that her and her boyfriend have just entered. The smell of weed and alcohol hits the back of her throat with the first inhale the second her foot crosses the threshold. She can feel her boyfriend’s warm hand on her waist as he keeps her close to him, guiding the two of them through the disarray of bodies that fill the decently sized room. Looking around, YN can see all heads turn to eye them for a split second before flitting away, whispering to the people around them. Soon enough, the house is quiet save for the sound of “Young Folks” by Peter Bjorn and John.

A slight grimace decorates her face, and a dimpled smile adorns his as they get deeper into the house. Harry’s used to this atmosphere, and YN is the exact opposite. She never went to parties unless it was for family, and the only time she drank is when she was alone or with just her and Harry. The pair makes their way over to the couch that is overflowing with bodies, some people on the cushions and others resting on the back. With one look at Harry, they get the message loud and clear just from the look in his eyes. Instantly, group dissipates to give the couple room to sit comfortably. YN is both equally impressed and scared, wondering what Harry did to gain the kind of reputation he has with his pack members. With just a single look, Harry managed to assert his dominance, no words spoken.

Harry gives all of them one last intense stare before he turns to YN and gives her a bright, dimpled smile, motioning to the now empty couch for her to take a seat. She smiles in thanks and sits down, placing her handbag on her lap as he sits as well, throwing his arm onto the back of the couch, resting behind her head. The two sit there for a while as various people come by and say hello, introducing themselves to YN and greeting their pack leader, making sure they don’t get to close to his lover. Harry doesn’t take his eyes off of any of them, watching each individual like a hawk. A deep growl is bubbling in his chest when Jacob, one of the inferior alphas in the pack, gets a bit too close to her, a threatening glint in his eyes as he broadens his shoulders and prepares to attack. Luckily, the man steps away in fear, and YN takes the opportunity to rub at Harry’s hand, calming him down.

The defensive man finally relaxes into the couch at her touch, a soft sigh leaving his lips. They sit and relax there for a while, watching the party happen and having their own little conversations. About ten minutes in, one of Harry’s men ends up bringing them two red solo cups filled with clear alcohol, and Harry makes sure to check it for anything out of the ordinary despite his trust for the other man. When he smells nothing but alcohol in their cups, he passes one to YN for her to sip on as they continue to talk. Sometime when they were talking, Harry had placed his free, ringed hand on YN’s thigh without her noticing, and it was gradually going further and further under her skirt throughout the conversation. YN only notices his intent when he reaches her inner thigh, very close to her vagina. She relaxes into the couch as she realizes that Harry is falling right into her trap. When his hand finally grazes the place where her thighs meet, he realizes that there is no barrier between his hand and her skin.

“Where the fuck are your panties?” he grits out, leaning over to speak directly into her ear, eyes darting up to her face. He immediately takes in the smug smile on her face, realizing this was her plan all along. “Oh, I see,” he hums. “You wanted to get punished tonight, hm?” he whispers against the shell of her ear before biting down gently, continuing. “I don’t think you’d like my punishments tonight, though,” he muses, satisfied with the way her body tenses up at the plural term. The party is awfully quiet, each wolf straining their ears to hear what the couple is speaking about. Some faces are red, eyes on their shoes, while others are listening shamelessly, stopping their actions to hear.

“Do you know who you’re fucking with? Or should I remind you? Think m’gonna. Right here in front of everyone,” he spits, trailing his right hand up her thigh once more. A smirk forms on his face as he sees her right hand that is holding her beverage start to shake slightly, nerves entering her body at his words. “Spread y’legs a bit” he murmurs, and she does so immediately, giving him access to her wet center.

His fingers instantly take purchase on her throbbing clit, a small mewl leaving her parted lips as he rubs directly over the head. Warm Wetness is dripping from her vagina and into her skirt, her hips bucking up into his hand. The second he picks up speed, she moans under her breath, the feeling making her entire body tingle. He keeps his fingers on her clit, not stopping his ministrations as her orgasm builds rather quickly. Just as she gets close to the edge, her legs shaking slightly around his hand, he pulls his fingers away and laughs darkly as he hears her cry out in frustration before turning and burying her face into his shoulder.

The two of them know that every single person in the room can smell her arousal, can hear her sounds of pleasure, but are trying their hardest to ignore it. They all know that if they even look at YN the wrong way, Harry won’t hesitate to end their lives. The rest of the partygoers continue dancing to the music awkwardly, talking and drinking as they try their hardest to ignore the situation happening in the dead center of the party. Tears of frustration are welling in her eyes, her orgasm quickly fading away. Harry, not being able to let her be, decides to tease her a bit.

“Need me to fuck you, hm? Just say the word and I’ll end this party right now so I can fuck you real good. How does that sound, Puppy?” he asks, stroking up and down her thigh with his wet hand. Despite the fact that it isn’t his home, he obviously has the power to end it just for her, and that has her cunt clenching around nothing as she nods furiously into his shoulder.

“Yeah?” he coos, a condescending undertone to his words. YN nods again, this time with a whimper, making him smile in victory. “That’s cute and all, but I need your words, baby,” he warns, a thick whine bubbling in her throat when he doesn’t immediately give in.

She pulls away for just a moment to speak into his ear, her voice desperate and breathy. “Please, Alpha. Need it so bad,” she whines, burying her face into his shoulder once more. He chuckles at her desperation, his cock leaking even more at the compelling smell of her thick arousal in the air. It makes the small room feel even more compact, and he’s instantly growling out his command for everyone to leave, every single alpha, beta, and omega leaving the house in a hurry, wanting their lives to be spared.

Once the room is empty save for the two of them, Harry lifts her skirt and pulls her over to straddle his thigh, pressing her bare cunt against the thick muscle. She gasps as she feels the rough material of his pants against her clit. He barely gives her time to adjust before he’s placing both hands on her hips, helping to move her sopping cunt along his thigh. She nearly falls over at the feeling in her sensitive clit, a broken moan leaving her lips.

“Feel good, baby?” he coos, YN nodding quickly as he works her along the thick muscle. “Look at that. Y’just soaking my pants, sweet girl. ” he teases, and she doesn’t even have the energy to make a rebuttal, letting him help her cum. Moans are leaving her lips as another orgasm builds, and she can only let it happen, hoping he’ll let her cum this time.

“Gonna cum,” she whispers, her breath catching in her throat as he cunt literally quivers against his thigh, and he’s immediately holding her onto him firmly, stopping her movements. She’s instantly tearing up again, falling into his chest and babbling wordlessly as her orgasm fades away once more. Harry removes a hand from her hip and places it onto her back, rubbing up and down gently as he knows he’s being really mean.

“What do you need, baby?” he asks her, hearing her whine. “Use y’words, Puppy. Can’t understand what you need when you’re all dumb for me. Haven’t even given you m’cock yet and you can’t even use your words. Do I really have that effect on you?” he teases, watching her get all shy and embarrassed. “No need to be ashamed, Lovie. Just tell me what y’need, pup,” he tuts, grabbing her chin gently to coax her into making eye contact with him.

“Need you deep inside me, please. Need to feel you, for you to make me cum. I’ll be such a good girl for you I swear,” she whines, nuzzling into his grip. He hums in satisfaction, looking into her glossy eyes, sensing how bad she needs it. He needs it too, so he decides to put the both of them out of their misery.

“Alright, baby. Ass up” he says, landing one last smack on her sore ass cheek to get her going. She’s instantaneously scrambling to prop up onto the back of the couch, Harry kneels in order to slide behind her. “Ready for me?” he asks, gripping the base of his thick cock, preparing her for him.

She nods and lets out a whimper as she feels his weepy tip swipe through her swollen folds, mewling for him to get into her. He decides to end her suffering, sliding in her tight opening inch by inch, her walls stretching to accommodate him. The both of them groan out into the thick air of the room, and a slight squelching can be heard as he slides into her, bottoming out. Her eyes flutter closed as she feels every vein on his cock against her velvety walls, the slight sting of him stretching her out making her whimper.

Harry stays that way for a while, his hips flush to hers as he relishes in the feeling of her warm, wet walls around his shaft. She feels so fucking good he doesn’t know how long he’ll last before he’s exploding into her. The second he feels like he won’t explode with one thrust, he pulls out until his tip is resting at her entrance before pushing all the way back into her, sliding against her g-spot. She’s moaning into the arm of the couch, tears building in her eyes as she takes in every ounce of pleasure he’s giving her.

“How’s it feeling, Puppy?” he asks over her whines, a smile on his face when she physically can’t answer. “Is that deep enough for you? Feel me deep in y’tummy?” he coos, his cock twitching when she nods and presses her ass against his hips. “So fucking good around me, baby” he moans, still fucking her slow and deep.

He pulls out once more before slamming into her harder, a surprised yelp leaving her lips at the change. “Fuck!” she exclaims against the fabric, her hands fisting the cushions. She’s nearly ripping the cushions with her nails, gripping onto them tightly as he drills into her perfectly. Harry is literally so deep inside her, filling her to the brim as he stuffs every inch of his cock inside with each thrust. She’s so full of him she can barely breathe, gasping for air with each and every plunge. He can feel her starting to clench already, her past orgasms coming back at full speed.

“Y’gonna cum, m’love? Hm? Gonna soak m’cock before I let you rest?” he pants, rubbing up and down her back as her entire body locks up, her orgasm moments away. She nods into the cushions once more, biting down on the fabric as she holds back until she has permission. “Okay, Puppy. Cum for me, cum for your alpha like a good little pup” he coos, and no more than five seconds later, she’s cumming all over his cock with a shout, a thick layer of cream covering the base of him.

He doesn’t stop fucking her, riding out her orgasm. With each thrust, he feels more and more of her cream coat him, leaving his lower belly sticky with her orgasm. He fucks her until her body goes limp against the couch before pulling out slowly and making his way around to where her head is, her body twitching with the aftershocks. He rubs a hand over her head, watching her relax into it.

“Can you go again or should I just clean y’up?” he rasps, despite his throbbing cock still needing stimulation. She says nothing, propping herself up and leaning forward to take his cock into her mouth, suckling on the red, weepy head of it. A groan is bubbling from deep in his chest and he’s trying to refrain from bucking into her mouth. He’s instantly sent over the edge when YN takes all of him into her mouth and down into her throat, his head thrown back and his mouth dropped open in a silent scream. She sucks him dry, cleaning every last drop of cum from his cock as his legs shake in overstimulation.

Whining, he pulls away from her and makes eye contact. “You didn’t have to do that, baby” he pants. “Was just gonna clean you up” he says, rubbing over her head gently. She just shakes her head, a yawn leaving her lips.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever, I know. Just get over here and cuddle me. M’tired,” she whispers, reaching up to pull him toward her. He chuckles at his perfect girlfriend, lying down on the couch before flattening her onto him, wrapping his arms around her. The two fall asleep within a few minutes, right there in the center of the room.

[gaygodlou]

Canny With The Flow

By: thinlines @thinlinez

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Harry Styles/ Louis Tomlinson

Status: Completed 9k

Dedicated to Tricia and Riri

“Why don’t you ask for his number? Stop wasting our time. I could be home by now.” Niall complained.

“I can’t!” Harry screeched. He knew he was being dramatic, but he couldn’t handle a straight up rejection. He certainly didn’t want to scare the alpha and ruin his chances. “It needs to be natural. Our meeting… He has to fall in love with me naturally.”

“You are so weird.” Liam was shaking his head.

“What do you mean naturally? Asking for his number isn’t natural enough? Jeez!” Niall's grumble was already lost in Harry's ears.

OR Omega Harry brews a plan to bag his crush and executes it. Period.

This fic is a gift and also a part of an ongoing collection

[erodasfishtacos]

love the concept of wolfrry taking care of his girl !! like maybe she’s having a girls night out and she ends up calling harry because she’s drunk and emotional and she’s missing him and he drops everything to go and pick her up and when he brings her home he takes off her makeup, heels and undresses her as well as bathing her. I just think it would be so cute thinking about him kneeling outside of the tub and washing her. just all the cute domestic stuff !!

🥞Lavender Bubbles & Blueberry Pancakes 🫐

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warnings: smut, abo dynamics

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The pack hated when YN had a girl’s night because it meant that their leader was more on edge than usual with worry.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want her to go out and have fun but he couldn’t protect her if he wasn’t there and even if he wouldn’t admit it, he missed his mate terribly when they were separate for even a moment.

To the outside world, Harry and YN’s relationship dynamic is odd - he’s a grumpy asshole with a cocky streak but let’s his omega bully him until he subdues her.

What they don’t see is when they go to bed for the night, and the big bad alpha lays her out on her back and eats her cunt until she cries from overstimulation then cuddles her until she falls asleep in his arms a wet, sweaty little mess.

Harry is in their lounge, playing poker without real commitment - to busy waiting to hear an Uber pull up to drop off his mate.

Then his phone rings.

“What?” He asks bluntly, voice firm and is automatically on guard when he sees her contact number.

“Hi baby,” She giggles girlishly, “Uh-um, the girls want to go to ‘nother bar but um,” YN takes a break to breathe straight into the speaker, “I miss you and want t’come home. And my brain is all fuzzy and I can’t remember how to order an Uber.”

“Where are you?” Harry’s already standing from the table and snagging his keys off the holder as he heads towards the garage - ignoring his pack’s complaints.

“Er,” YN pauses, it’s incredibly noisy and she’s slurring, “S’that one with the cow thingy. Y’know that thing you can ride on like at a circus-, I mean a rodeo?”

“Cowboy Jack’s?” Harry clarifies with a clenched jaw, assuming she’s talking about the mechanical bull they have.

“Yeah, that’s the one. I had like four of the pretty pink drinks and they tasted like strawberries,” YN informs him like he cares as he peels out of the driveway and begins speeding.

“Stay right where you are. Don’t move or go anywhere,” Harry interrupts her, not wanting her to get lost or wander off.

“But then Emma said that the bartender-“ She rambles on, excited to tell Harry everything about her night.

“Pet,” He cuts her off again, stern and using his alpha tone, “Did you hear what I said? Repeat it back to me right now.”

“Not to move,” YN says quietly, like she’s worried that he’s upset with her.

Harry makes sure his voice sounds softer when he says, “Thank you, pup. I just need to make sure that I keep you safe, s’all.”

“Can I move a little though? There’s a food truck with those little crunchy tacos things. I want t’eat one,” YN’s demeanor changes quickly as she spots food within the vicinity of her.

“I’ll make you food when you’re home,” He tells her with a sharpness, annoyance beginning rise as he just wants her next to him, “Behave.”

“M’always behaved. S’just they look really yummy and -“

“I said stay where you are,” Harry cuts in loudly, stress rising with her drunkenness, this is why he hated when she went out, “I’ll make you food when you get home. Now enough.”

YN let’s out a kittenish whine, pretty unbothered by his attitude but then the line goes dead when she sees his car pull up to the curb.

Before he can get out to open her door, she’s doing it herself and slipping into the passenger - leaning across the console to lay a wet kiss on his lips.

“Missed you s’much,” She hums, patting his cheek a bit harshly before Harry’s reaching over to buckle her in securely before pulling off the curb.

“I missed you too, mutt,” Harry as his nostrils flare, she doesn’t smell much like him at this point - it’s a mixture of smoke, others, and alcohol, nothing makes him more infuriated.

“Thought ‘bout you all night. S’why I wanted to come home and was thinkin’ about your knot,” YN hums, wriggling in her seat as she speaks about it, her thighs spreading.

Harry’s fingers are nearly white on the wheel as he presses the gas a bit harder, he’s trying to control himself because he wants to just bite her.

“Everyone’s jealous ‘cause my mate is the alpha leader and they know you must knot me good,” She adds as she kicks off her heels, “I didn’t say anything but thought about last night when you had me sit in your lap and -“

He was going to crash this car if she kept talking, he was bursting with a strong mixture of possessiveness, horniness, and adoration, his body was created to protect her and the thought of her vulnerable like this out in public was maddening to him.

“Quiet,” Harry finally hisses, a growl erupting from his chest as he snarls, “I just need you to sit there and hush now. I need to get you home, bathe you, and feed you.”

YN shuts up immediately- if she wasn’t drunk she would have told him to fuck off and continued to talk but in her drunken haze, she does as she’s told.

When they pull in, YN is quiet as Harry leads her to their wing of the estate, feet dragging and she begins to sniffle.

Harry turns on his heel, teeth bared and his thumbs come to brush the tears off her cheeks, “What is this? Why are you crying, puppy?”

“Y-you’re ma-mad at me,” YN mumbles as she looks down at her feet, “M’not a good omega ‘cause you aren’t happy with me.”

Harry sighs deeply, body checking her until her back is against the nearest wall, “You’re the most perfect omega. I’m not mad at you. I just need to get you clean and fed.”

He finishes it off by dipping down to nip at her jaw with his sharp teeth, sucking a spot at the hinge before continuing their walk.

YN doesn’t stay subdued for long, continuing to babble about all the events of the night as they make their way to their bedroom - from who her friend’s tried to hit on to what music was played.

Harry guides her into their bathroom, turning on the tub and adding lavender bubbles - as he waits for it to fill, he turns his mate around and begins to unzip her dress, teeth grazing at the nape of her neck.

His instinct was loud and forceful in his head, take care of her - these nights were very stressful on his psyche but it was worth it if she had fun.

YN twirls around as the dress pools on the ground, she puts her hands on his shoulders for support as he takes a minute to just admire how beautiful she is.

His fingers tuck into the elastic band of her underwear and shimmy them down her thick thighs - his nose flaring when he scents her arousal, it’s near tangible.

Her hands come to the hem of his shirt, attempting to pull it up but he gives her a warning grunt and moves her hands away, “No, pup.”

“Why?” YN huffs in annoyance as she gives him a bleary glare, “Please, want you in the tub with me, Alpha. Want a cuddle.”

“I’ll cuddle you when we get to bed,” Harry responds firmly, it was taking all of his willpower to just get her in the tub whilst she’s wet and trying to climb him, “Get your tipsy arse in the tub.”

YN grumbles a bit, clinging onto him, and nuzzling into his neck - lips dancing against his mating scar and hands teasing under his shirt.

It was such a funny sight.

This massive, tense alpha who radiates intimidation and dominance having his giggly, clingy omega hanging onto him as he tries to guide her into the bathtub.

No one would believe their eyes if they saw it - to the public, Harry is the leader of the biggest, most prestigious pack.

He’s unkind, fiercely protective, and unwilling to budge when it comes to his pack and anyone else - he expects everyone to submit to him and he’ll raise hell to remind people he’s in charge.

Other omegas didn’t want him because he was a gentleman or sweet like some of the other alphas, they wanted him because he embodied power, confidence, and attractiveness.

They didn’t get to witness this side of the alpha who melted for his mate, who lets the omega tease and prod at him until he bit her quiet and kiss the mark softly when she whimpered.

Harry slowly walks her backwards as she stays molded to his strong chest, inhaling his scent that was only for her, and made her mouth water.

With a little untangling, Harry helps her into the massive tub until she’s submerged into the bubbles with a happy sigh.

He grabs a washcloth, packet of makeup wipes, and towel from the linen closet before kneeling beside the marble basin, he does take his shirt off to avoid getting it wet.

As he wipes her face clean from the makeup, YN stares at him with moon eyes and leans forward to kiss him - he tries desperately not to be endeared by her.

“Just one more,” YN barters as she leans towards him, sloshing the water, “Kiss me, I need more kisses.”

Harry growls at her in warning, that she’s pushing his buttons but leans forward anyways, cupping her jaw and connecting their lips.

He swears she’s trying to torture him when she moans quietly, her nipples visibly hardening as she tries to lick at his mouth.

“You’re being greedy,” Harry rumbles roughly, biting her lip as a sign to cut it out.

Harry has to be the one to separate them, gathering her washcloth and getting it soapy as she lays back once again.

His works diligently, scrubbing all the disgusting scents of bar and people of her soft skin, under her arms, her back, and her belly.

She’s getting tired, blinking heavily as he scrubs her and the sexual tension starts to dissipate finally which makes Harry want to cry in relief.

He would never do anything with her while she had been drinking but it doesn’t mean it’s easy to turn her down when she’s all over him and begging.

Harry cleans her until she doesn’t have any lingering smells except for her body wash and him on her, washing her with devotion even as she giggles when he rubs the cloth along the soles of her feet.

He has loved this girl since he was a pup, he’d always known this is how they would end up, he knew he was irrevocably in love and bonded to their feisty, barely submissive omega.

After she’s wrapped snugly in a towel, she tries to coerce Harry to let her go down to the kitchen as is but he would never let his pack have the chance to see any bit of her.

“Just lemme stay in this towel, s’fluffy,” YN argues when Harry turns his back to grab pajamas and underwear from their closet.

“No.”

YN instead wriggles onto the end and scootches up so when Harry goes for her, she’s out of his reach, and the towels starting to fall from under her arms.

“C’mere.”

“Make me,” YN bubbles out in laughter, having much more fun that her make but she yelps loudly when his massive hand wraps around her ankle and drags her down the bed.

“Made you,” He responds gruffly as he unwraps the towel and begins to tug the shirt over her head and then moving to adjust her legs so he can slip on her bottoms.

“M’not even that tipsy anymore,” YN lies, the slur in her words giving it away, “Just make me come, please.”

She was the bossiest, most backwards omega and to none other than the highest ranking alpha - demanding he make her come.

“You need to relax and just let me do my job,” Harry snaps a bit, the alpha authority in his tone finally coming out as he snugs the pajama pants on her hips, “You can come as many times as you want when your sober tomorrow. Now just behave f’me. Understood?”

The tone makes YN finally settle a bit, especially when Harry admits a few chuffs out to calm her down and then he’s helping her off the bed and out of their room once again.

In the kitchen, Harry sets to work making her blueberry pancakes - her favorite meal, she could eat them everyday.

YN sits patiently at the island, watching his back muscles flex with every movement, eyes tracing his scars and raised skin from years of fighting.

After he slides the plate in front of her, with more pancakes piled on than a grown man could eat, YN says, “I want one more thing.”

Harry looks like he’s about to say ‘no’ because he’s ready for bed and his patience is wearing a bit thin but YN adds, “Want you to hold me.”

“Of course,” He obliges softly, he goes to their kitchen table, pulling out a chair, and sitting down - YN trails after him with her plate before plopping on his lap, snuggling back into him, and eating her midnight snack, “I am so in love with you, mutt.”

“Love you more,” YN murmurs back as she feels him scent around her neck, trying to cover her in him so no one has a doubt who she belongs to.

He nips a bit harshly at her mating bond, making her squeak but then soothes it with his tongue as she finishes her meal.

“Bed,” YN hums, moving in his arms to kiss him, she tastes like syrup and like him - she was so fucking loved.

When they’re finally settled for the night, YN is splayed across his bare chest and he’s stripped to his briefs.

YN wiggles around a bit until she’s kicked off her pajama shorts, muttering about it being too hot even though it wasn’t and then moving Harry’s hand to massage her bum - but it wasn’t sexual, it was killing her to sleep as he moved upwards on her back.

YN was quite possibly the most spoiled creature to roam this earth and it was entirely Harry’s fault because he was so gone for his bond.

He wouldn’t change a thing.

-

YN sleeps in, the sun rises, and Harry has to start his day - training the younger members of their pack with the elders.

The wolves were nervous around him, eyes directed towards the ground when he walked near them, heads bowed in respect when he spoke.

His wolf was the biggest, by height and weight, his fur was beautiful - chestnut, shiny, long, always well maintained.

His eyes were still green but a bit darker, his growl was hellish and deep, canines sharp and easy to tear into enemies.

He had already snapped at two of the younger wolves who were joking around during the training and not paying attention.

Harry had lunged at the first one, tackling them with a scared yelp , and held his teeth bared at his neck for a long moment to assert who’s in charge.

The second one, Harry had bit his hind leg hard enough to make him limp for the rest of the day, and without regret as Niall, Mitch, Zayn, and Louis stayed serious.

Harry has been this way since they were young and brought into the pack, they’d all been nipped and threatened countless amounts of time to keep them in line.

It was nearly noon before YN padded out to the field in one of Harry’s shirt and cotton shorts, barefoot, and she had a pillow mark on her cheek.

The newer wolves didn’t know their dynamic and so they were absolutely horrified when their alpha’s hair stands up on his back, teeth bared, and snarling at the girl.

They stood in horror, not knowing whether they should interfere as the gigantic wolf stalks towards the human.

Harry’s growls are echoing through the forest, shaking the trees and making the woodland creatures scatter in fear.

His tail is swishing aggressively as he approaches, one of the wolves decides he has to do something and begins to step out of line.

However, Niall steps in, cornering him back, and sending a clear message to not get in to what was going on.

Then Harry’s lowering his head (something an alpha would usually never do to an omega) and steps forward to nudge at her belly.

“Stop being grumpy,” YN murmurs fondly as her hands intertwine in his fur and scratch at his ears as he scents her.

The growls turn into a soft rumble, more like a hum, and he pushes her with his snout playfully a few times until she giggles.

“Come home,” She adds quietly, even though all the wolves hear her, they just act like they don’t.

Harry chuffs almost in agreement before she’s waving to the others and walking back toward the estate.

He snarls at them all, almost in warning to disregard his interaction with his mate before he’s trotting after his omega, nipping at her heels, and leaving the others to continue the training.

-

When Harry’s out of the shower, YN has already settled back into bed as she waits patiently for him to be done.

“Tired, pup?” Harry rasps as he tosses the towel on their basket.

“No,” YN replies with a small smile, he could be so oblivious sometimes.

“Then why are you in bed?” He asks, definetly clueless because he’s tugging on a pair of clean underwear.

“Because yesterday you promised I could come as many times as I want today,” She tries to stay casual but she was dripping and she knew Harry could smell it when he clenches his teeth.

“Think you deserve to come after what a bratty little mutt you were yesterday?” He questions as he crawls up the bed, on top of her, and fuck, he smelled so good.

He smelled like hers.

“You always give it to me, no matter if I’m a brat,” YN breathes out as his hands come under her shirt and find her nipples, thumbing at them before pinching them.

“I’ve been bloody in love with you since I was a pup,” Harry growls lowly as he knees between her thighs and leans down to bite at her nipples over the cotton of her shirt, “Will never say no to you. Never have. Always give you everything you want.”

“You’re the best alpha I could ask for,” YN tells him seriously, his eyes moving up until their gazes locked, and his eyes twinkle a bit.

“Fuckin’ hell, I’m so gone for you,” Harry hisses aggressively as he moves quickly - before she can blink, she’s completely bare and his face is between her thighs, licking into her with vigor.

“Ha-, oh,” YN moans out in surprise as his hands come to grip her thighs open as the twitch and try to close around his head.

His tongue moves from licking into her center to dragging up to her bud where he takes it in between his teeth and flicks his tongue against it - the best mixture of pain and pleasure.

Her hands reach down to tug at his hair as her hips move on the bed, bucking into his mouth before trying to escape in a pattern.

He stops teasing and suctions his lips around her clit, suckling it harshly and getting lost in how heavenly she tastes, he lets a low growl out that sends vibrations and that’s what has her coming.

“M’gonna come, baby,” YN mewls loudly as he continues his pace, legs quivering as her first orgasm rocks through her core.

“S’too much,” YN whines when he continues to clean her up, lapping at her sensitive, swollen clit with purpose still.

“You said as many times as you want. You only want to come once?” Harry rasps before his mouth is exploring her cunt again with tender kisses and licks.

“Want more,” She pants, trying to catch her breath but it’s near impossible when he doesn’t take a moment for air and stayed glued to her.

It’s after four, four, mind-numbing orgasms from his mouth and fingers along that she finally begs for his knot.

Her face is wet with tears, nose sniffly, and she hiccups softly from the overstimulation when Harry finally detaches his mouth from her center.

“Oh, look at you,” Harry croons happily, his alpha tone in full effect as he chuffs at her, his thumbs coming to rub the tears away before licking at her jaw and lips, “You are mine.”

“Yours,” She echos submissively, arching her neck up in offering for him which makes his wolf absolutely beam in pride.

He sinks his teeth into her as he thrusts inside, it won’t take either of them long after all the foreplay and especially when he’s marking her up like this.

“I l-love you,” YN mewls against his mouth, her hands coming to his strong biceps to hold on as he focuses on fucking into her.

“You are mine,” He repeats firmly, “Always Gonna take care of you. I’ve loved you forever. I will continue to love you. You belong to me.”

“I’m yours and you’re mine,” YN agrees as she feels the base of his cock start to expand as he nudges it inside and locks them together.

“I’ll always pick you up from bars, clean you, feed you, fuck you. My precious girl,” Harry moans at as he stills, collapsing a bit on top of her before rolling them on their sides.

“And I promise to always be bratty,” YN jokes(not really) as she swipes his hair off his sweaty forehead and neck.

“Deal,” Harry murmurs in reply, kissing her lips once again.

[hstylesficrecs]

Tropes

CEO!Harry

ABO!Harry

Witch!Harry

Deaf!Harry

Vampire!Harry

Neighbour!Harry

Tarzan!Harry

Nerdrry

Dadrry

Established Relationship

Friends to Lovers

Enemies to Lovers

Mafia/Gangrry

Pregnancy

Single Parent

Hades!Harry

Older!Harry

Uni/Fratboy Harry

Boxer!Harry

Grumpy x Sunshine

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OF HANGOVERS AND HELL

Harry is not exactly a loves-social-gatherings guy. So when Niall talks him into going to a party, one during which Harry somehow ends up in a room of no other than the pretentious athlete Louis Tomlinson... shit goes down.

(very loosely) inspired by that one selfie, you know which one 😁

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chater 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13

[larryfichouse]

everything to lose by stylinsoncity @stylinsoncity

Mature, 92k

ABO, Omega Harry/Alpha Louis, Famous/Famous AU, Mpreg

harry is a global popstar who's convinced the world he has it all -- a happy marriage to a devoted alpha, two beautiful children, two grammy awards, three platinum albums, and a budding film career. but some aspects of his image aren't as true as they seem. like the fact he's been separated for over a year, uses meaningless flings to cope and occasionally forgets responsibilities or commitments to his family.

he and louis once commanded stages together. they tackled any challenges to their future. and no matter how hard things got, they always returned to one another. harry would always return to louis. until one day, he finds he can't.

[thinlinez]

This moodboard is a gift for @marchessa for her newest series!

Lovers in the Night

Written By Marchessa @marchessa

Part 1 of Kinktober/Flufftober Fics 2023 series

“Can I help ya?” The trucker asked with raised eyebrows. Louis shook his head to get out of his daydreaming and get to work. “Hello, handsome,” Louis smiled up at him prettily, making sure to bat his eyelashes in a seductive way. “Want some company?” The one where Harry is a truck driver and Louis is a prostitute at a truck stop.

Read on Ao3

[jarofstyles]

Stay Right Here Masterlist

Alpha prince Harry was smitten with omega maid Y/N from the first glance. A taste of forbidden love at it’s strongest.

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Warnings: contains ABO elements, alpha Harry, knotting, angst, forbidden love, smut, biting kink, and plenty more.

1. What Started It All

2. The First Meeting

3. The First Day

4. The First Touch

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Maybe If You're Lucky

Synopsis: One where Harry is smitten like a kitten

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Harry had been so smitten lately. He thinks he might be in love even!

So it all started when he met this girl who was apparently new to town and was asking for directions to him, also apparently her google map was confusing her and she was joining her new job that day. He of course helped her out that day, never thinking that she would take the same route everyday to work from then.

One day he finally gathered up enough courage to to go approach her. Yes, he is more shy when he's not on the stage.

Turned out she did seemed to know who he was and what he did for living, in fact she said she was a One Direction fan at some point but, soon enough Taylor Swift took over her life, which is fair enough. Now she does listens to few of his solo songs, his debute solo album is her most favourite she told him.

Now he got to know she moved to London for her new job as the assistant manager at the headquarters of her firm. It was a big day for her, which Harry gladly saved.

Now he's got himself a date with her!

Her nervously got ready, in just a simple black dress shirt, with a pair of pants, he had let his hair be messy. He quickly put on a nice pair of dress shoes and threw on a coat before he was out of the door. He drove directly to the restaurant where they were supposed to meet up. He only had to wait exactly two minutes before his date was jogging upto the restaurant.

Her bag thrown over her shoulder, a beanie on her head and glove covered hands. She was trying to walk as quickly as she can, huffing put of breath. Harry decided to walk upto her even though he have to walk back towards the restaurant.

"Hey," he greeted her with a big smile.

"Hi," he huffed, and slowed down her her pace. "Sorry, I am really not used to walking."

"That's alright, let's fo in and get you some water first." He grabbed a gentle hold of her hand, he knew she was at work. She had some extra work so she was working on Saturday. That's why their lunch date became a dinner date. Just as they were about to get into the restaurant, YN gasped.

"I swear I was on the same bus, why did I got down like 10 minutes away!" She groaned in frustration, earning a giggle from Harry.

"You'll learn, come on now." He urged her inside, it was warmer and she needs water. They finally sat down and waiter served them some water. "I'll take it your day at work was good then?"

"Oh yeah!" She nodded taking a big sip of her water, "I thought I'd enjoy it more here, meeting new people and all, it's someone as worse as back home. Sorry I am complaining. How was your day?"

"No you're not!" He defended, "my day was pretty good, very productive day." She smiled in reply on hearing about his day.

Soon they ordered their food, and hot know more about one another. Just the mandatory first date things, he got to know few little things and that was pretty much it. Harry could see she was getting overwhelmed. Of course, she has been working all day and she is most definitely tired.

"Come on I'll drop you to your place." Harry suggested as he helped her put on her coat.

"Oh you don't have to really, I can take the bus." She said politely, "thanks though."

"You sure? It's quite late." He pointed out. To be honest he did not wanted the night with her to come to an end. He really did enjoyed the time spent with her. "I insist."

"Okay, thank you." She accepted his offer. Harry so kindly got the door her like a gentleman he is. He drove her to her place, it was a safe neighborhood in a complex. He stopped just right by her building and got out with her. "I had a good evening with you, Harry, thank you for being such a gentleman."

"Thank you for giving me your time," he blushed, "hope we could do this again sometime?"

"Yeah." She beamed a rather contained smile.

There was going to be a second date!

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It's been three months, the second date happened.

It was a picnic. She brought some delicious home cooked food which reminded her of home. But it's been a good month and half since they both saw one another. Harry had to be in New York for work.

Harry was dying to see her again, hug her again. He was invited over to hers for lunch when he gets back to London.

YN on the other hand was trying her best to get accustomed to the new country and people around her, Harry definitely helped alot and she made a few friends. Her neighbour, Nina was definitely one those people for her who introduced her to her friends. Her weekends were hardly ever spent at home since. Harry said he looked forward to seeing hearing about her weekends on Monday when they have a nice little call during her lunch break.

YN adjusting to her work was really nothing out of blue, she definitely did got the promotion a couple of months before she got to know they needed her at the headquarters. She was used to the work load and pressure. And her colleagues seemed have not to like her much as someone superior at work.

Well, her dad is the CMO at the branch back home, she had joined at junior executive at the age of 18 and made her way up. Did her dad being CMO helped her growth? You can say that. And she is clearly aware of that fact. But her own superiors did not gave a crap about her dad being CMO at the headquarters or at the branch back home, and she worked hard to be where she is. She gave ten years of her life to the company.

And with her sharing these tid bits with her parents had them have a surprise visit to her place. It ruined her plan with Harry. She haven't told her parents about him yet, though they had a idea there was a boy involved. She doesn't even have the heart to tell Harry the truth.

She was at work and her parents and brother were out that dah exploring the city on a Monday. Harry had went in to visit YN. He looked all cosy and snuggly in his winter clothes and a visitors pass hanging around his neck. He'd brought in lunch for YN.

"Hey!" He greeted her the first thing with a hug as she approached him in the waiting area.

"Hi," she hugged him back, "you look handsome!"

"Thanks, love." He smiled shyly, "you look pretty." He tucked loose strands of her hair behind her ear and fixed the fringes she impulsively got last weekend. No she wasn't drunk.

"Thank you." She had a hold her his arm as if she is nervous to tell him something. It was like when she her parents found out that she snuck a kitten in her school back pack on her way home a day after she did pretty badly on a test. "I have to tell you something."

"Yeah, you want to tell me over the lunch?" He suggested, "it's getting cold."

"Oh, yeah, yeah." She realised he was holding a paper bag with take out food containers. She showed him the way to cafeteria and they both sat down at the table farthest away in the corner.

"What is it you wanted to tell me?" He brought up the topic.

"So, my parents are here." She started but paused for his reaction. He isn't really surprised, he really didn't know how to react.

"And...?" He asked.

"I am sorry we'll have to postpone the lunch, they're staying for two weeks." She shared.

"That's fine, love," he shrugged it off, "don't worry about it."

"I haven't told them about you and I, yet..."

"That's completely fine too." This took YN by surprise. But he's told his entire family about her, he had told his mother about her even though they haven't even made it official yet. Hell, they've only been on two dates.

It's a different story that Harry is completely head over heels for her already, that he ended up telling his mum about her and hence his sister and dad and step mother too. She doesn't have to do the same.

"I don't know what to tell them." She shrugged, "the last time I told them I am seeing this guy in junior college, they grounded me!" She let out a chuckled sigh, feeling embarrassed. And here too, it's a different story she was being delusional just to late find out that boy already was double dating two other girls. So her grounding was to really ground her.

"Hey," Harry switched seats to sit next to her. "It's alright, I know we haven't made things official yet but we haven't had the chance to have that conversation yet."

"Do you want to make it official?" She asked carefully, looking at him through her lashes. "It's been pretty official to me."

"I'd love nothing more than that!" He grinned a toothy smile as he placed a kiss on the apple of her cheek. She held up her pinky, he hooked his own around hers. "But do take your time to tell your parents about me and us, there is no rush."

"You're just too perfect, stop!" She hugged his arm making him giggle. She was honestly too nervous about telling him that her parents do jot have any idea about him, but no more than telling the people who birthed her that she is dating a white man. A British white man to be exact!

"I try." He giggled.

They had a good time during her lunch break. YN went back home that evening and decided to tell her parents while she prepared for dinner with her dad. Well, surprisingly her dad was the easiest to handle, he doesn't get angry easily. Her mother on the other hand, she is a tough time. So she decided to tell her dad who will later handle his wife in his own way, he can take all her wrath for his only daughter.

"Well, I knew." Her dad told her, "Jerin told me that there was a lad visiting you today on lunch." He emphasised on the word 'lad' making her chuckle. "Why don't you invite him over for dinner this weekend? Of course, if he is ready."

"You sure?" She asked cautiously.

"Yeah. I'll tell you mother later on." He assured her.

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It was Saturday, and least to say YN's mother was just dealing with it. Given the fact her daughter is dating a British guy. She did not approved that. She would rather her daughter marry an Indian guy from a well sophisticated family. But she was willing to put up with this dinner for YN.

Harry on the other hand was lowkey panicking. He had been ranting about this to his therapist for entire week. His nerves were all time high, though he was pretty good at hiding it. He had picked out a pretty semi formal outfit for the evening, a baby blue dress shirt, and black dress pants, with a pair or his faux leather shoes, he chose to wear just few of his rings leaving out his initials rings. He didn't wanted to seem narcissistic on the first meeting with his girlfriend's parents.

He picked up a bouquet of flowers for the mother of his lady, and a rose for her. When he finally got upto her flat, he could hear the laughs and commotion coming from inside of the house. It definitely did calmed his nerves down a bit. Her family seemed a little inviting already, even though he is just a door away from them. He rung the bell, and a few seconds later a young man opened the door.

"You must be Harry?" He said, "I am Veer, YN's brother. Come on in!" He moved aside so Harry can get in. "Please take off your shoes, YN just cleaned her entire flat today."

"Oh, okay." He nodded. And just as they entered the living room, he saw YN on standing on the edge of the backrest of her sofa which was pushed against the wall, hanging up pictures frames. She clearly looked a bit frustrated, her eye bags gave it away. She still looked gorgeous, dressed in an oversized beige jumper and a pair of loose fit jeans and her Cars socks. Her hair tied up with a claw clip on the back of her head. She had just one of the picture hug up before Harry caught her eye and she turned red in embarrassment. There was still a pile of frames stacked up on the coffee table.

Her flat was pretty small for four people to live in, but perfectly too bit for one person. Given all he knows her family is staying with her at her place. The living room was small and cosy, and door which lead to the bedroom. A kitchen which he missed by the hallway. It was all cute, and interior reflected YN's personality in it.

YN quickly got down from the sofa and approached him. "I am sorry about that."

"It's alright, love." He told her calmly.

"This is my mother, Harry. And Mumma this is Harry." YN introduced both of them. Harry went to approach her mother carefully and have her the bouquet of flowers.

"Nice to meet you, Mrs. YLN."

"Thank you for these Harry, and like wise." The lady smiled. Which took YN by surprise. "And this is Veer, YN's brother."

"Yeah, we met at the door." Veer said, "go on, why don't tou meet dad he's in the kitchen."

"Oh, yes!" YN grabbed Harry's hand and dragged him back towards the hallway he just came in from and to the kitchen.

There the man was, a look alike of his girlfriend. Gray hair and beard kept clean and nice, a pink appron wrapped around his waist as he cooked up some amazing food.

"Papa, meet Harry!" YN announced, "Harry this is my dad."

"Hello sir, nice to meet you!" Harry smiled shyly as he approached with a handshake, but YN's dad surprised him with a hug.

"Nice to meet you too Harry." YN's dad said patting his back. "So Harry, do you like to cook?"

"I am not very well at cooking I'm afraid, but I can cook some pasta dishes." He shared, "this smells very fragrant, I should say!"

"Papa is the best cook ever," YN started, "his best dish is the Chicken Pulao he makes, since you're vegetarian he's just making veg today."

"That's very considerate, thank you!" He again smiled shyly.

"You kids go out and have fun, food is almost ready." YN's dad suggested, "we'll have a chat over dinner."

"Sure, you want any help?" YN asked to which her dad declined. She took a hold of Harry's hand and walked him out.

"Harry you want to see YN's baby pictures?" Veer announced.

"Oh god!" YN groaned rolling her eyes as she followed Harry to the sofa, he quietly handed her the rose he got her.

He sat down as Veer shared back stories of each of YN's baby pictures. He got to know YN is the youngest, she's got yet another older brother is stuck at work unfortunately. There was a family picture frame where YN seemed to be around 22-23, she had worn a gorgeous black sparkly saree with a slick back bun and a bold burgundy lip. Oh how Harry was smitten again!

Another picture from the same day with both of her brothers. And a few other pictures pf her with her niece and baby nephew. The reason behind all these pictures was her mother who didn't wanted her daughter to feel alone all the way in another continent. Which is very sweet in Harry's opinion. It's a rather good option to stay grounded when you can see pictures of people who you love and who love you everyday.

Soon the dinner was ready and least to say, Harry felt very welcomed in her family. He felt all his worries melt away the more he got to know her parents. Yeah, her mum is a little tough but she is like a marshmallow inside who loves her daughter dearly.

Harry also noticed YN had the tose he got her tucked over her right ear nicely. She looked adorable that way.

Again he did not wanted the night to come to an end but he had to leave, he's got to go studio the very next morning. YN walked him back to his car.

"It was fun meeting your parents, your dad is amazing!" Harry shared.

"Seems he already likes you, more than me might I add." YN giggled.

"What about your mum, she did not seemed much impressed by me, did I do something wrong?"

"Don't worry about her, she'll come around." YN assured him. "I don't want you to go though!"

"Trust me baby, I don't want to leave either." Harry sighed as he leaned back on his car reaching out to pull her closer with his hands on her hips. "We'll spend the next weekend together, yeah?"

"Yup!" She nodded, "thank you for the flower, it's very pretty!"

"You make it look prettier." He swears he's falling in with this girl every passing micro second, he's just too nervous confess just yet. His compliment made her blush though, "anyway, will I be able to see you in a saree in person?"

She squinted her eyes as if she is thinking hard. "Maybe if you're lucky. One day, yeah."

"Oh if I am lucky?" He raised his eyebrows acting surprised, "aren't I lucky now? Have got you in my arms."

YN's awkward senses kicked in as her nose scrunched up to mock him, "you are lucky, yeah!"

Harry let put a defeated sigh, "I don't want to leave."

"You have got an album to make." YN pouted sadly looking at him with puppy eyes behind her glasses. "I have be up early tomorrow as well, apparently my dad's got a surprise which requires getting up early."

"Well do share with me what the surprise is." He said to which she nodded, they stayed in silence for a couple of minutes before he impulsively asked her, "can I kiss you?" It's shocking? Not really, they haven't kissed yet. Well, they hardly saw one another.

YN reaction was holding back an embarassed laugh covering her mouth, "I haven't done before, so sorry if I suck. But yes, you can kiss me!" That made Harry giggle.

"You are adorable!" He went in for the kiss sliding up one his hand on the back of her head. He pressed his lips on hers gently, in a closed mouth lips which lingered longer than YN anticipated. "See it was amazing!" He announced again making her hide her fave in his chest. "Alright, you're making it harder for me to leave now."

"It's working then." She mumbled again the fabric of his shirt. "Okay, okay I'll let you go now. But text me when you get home yeah?"

"You know I will." He pressed a kiss on her hair. She reluctantly pulled away from him and took a few steps backwards before she was running back into her building.

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Now it's been a couple of more months. Harry birthday passed by. He got to finally take YN to see his mum and sister, he said he'd take her to see his dad some other time as he seemed to be busy around that time.

Harry was invited to one his best friend's birthday and album released party. Ed Sheeran, his best friend. To which of course he decided to go, he asked his girlfriend to be his date. It was going to big party at one Ed's Villa. It was a themed party, everyone was supposed to wear something black.

So Harry put on one his simpler suit, styled up his hair and put on some nice cologne, got a rose for on the way. He went over to pick up his girl. He went upto her flat instead amd what he saw left him in complete and utter awh!

There she was wearing the same saree he saw her wearing in those pictures few months ago. She looked exactly as stunning in those pictures, or somehow even more. This time she had her hair pulled up in a low slick bun, and wore a smokey eye look and the same bold burgundy lip. God he could kiss her right then and there!

So he did, he pulled her in a big smooch on her mouth. "God, you look stunning baby!"

"Thank you!" She smiled shyly, "oh can you please help me get this?" She turned around and there was a top hook left opened which she couldn't get, so he helped her with it.

"Also, I'm gonna do this." He placed the rose carefully on the side of bun. He'd especially asked the florist to cut the stem short because he's figured YN loved wearing roses he gets her.

"Aw, that's cute, I'm gonna go look at it!" She bunny jogged to her bedroom and came back out just as quickly. "It looks so nice!"

"It does indeed." He agreed grinning ear to ear.

"Okay let me wear my shoes and we can leave." She clapped her hands silently and was hopping her way to her shoe rack before he stopped her.

"And where is your coat, miss?" He asked.

"Oh, I don't need that. It'll ruin my look!" She whined as she looked for her shoes.

"Nuh-uh, we're not going anywhere unless you wear your coat. It's fucking freezing outside, don't want you getting sick. Get your coat or a cardigan at least." He insisted, but firmly. He seriously wouldn't budge, he'd got to know her well in these five months that she gets sick way too easily. Like every month she has to catch a fever or a cold.

She slump walked to her room and got a coat, which he helped put on. And once she put on her shoes they were headed out. Harry drove her to the party.

"I can't believe I am casually going to Ed Sheeran's birthday party!" She fangirled in the car. And even told Harry about how she impulsively bought very expensive looking tickets to his shows, two of them so she is not alone and can drag her friend along. She had just started her new job at the very minimal salary. More than half of her monthly salary went into buying those tickets (the nosebleeds!!) and she gradually saved up enough to book a hotel room and train tickets as the concert was in another city. Those were best chaotic three months of her life.

Finally Harry stopped in front of the venue. It was a party thrown by Ed's manager and least to say the mans did not shy back on spending money. There were valet for every guest. YN felt at ease now knowing she won't be over dressed.

She enjoyed the party would be an understatement, she had a blast. Especially Harry introduced her to Ed in person, her inner fangirl did not shy off. YN was bursting with joy when they left the party.

"Oh my god! I actually got to meet him!" She fangirled on her way back to Harry's car with a little hop to her walk.

Harry was just happy to see her happy and bubbly. They finally stopped by his car by the passenger side, he pulled in close with his hands on her back, under her coat softly caressing her exposed skin.

"Did you enjoyed yourself?" He asked, moving in closer.

"I actually had a blast!" She exclaimed again making him giggle.

"Haven't got to kiss you all day." He pouted sharing. He was actually hesitant of ruining her makeup, thinking her lipstick might smudge or something.

"I was with you the whole evening, why didn't you?" She looked at him confused but could feel her heart melt.

"Don't want to ruin your makeup and smudge up your lipstick." He looked at her with puppy eyes.

"You know I wouldn't have mind, plus my lipstick is tranfer proof." She shared watching his fave lit up.

"Why didn't you tell me that before!" He gasped, and the next thing YN knew was feeling his lips on hers in a needy kiss.

In that moment he knew, he loved her.

[ts-beau]

Pancakes for Two 🫙🐶🍓🏹

by hrrypoems on wattpad

[harryistheonlyoneforme]

Tomorrow (7/28) 5:00pm CST

I Just Want What’s Mine*

warnings: smut, dirty talk, thigh riding, degradation, exhibitionism, abo dynamics, unprotected sex, oral(m receiving)

[gaygodlou]

Lethal Loveache

By: thinlines @thinlinez

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Harry Styles/ Louis Tomlinson

Status: Completed 2/2, 21k

Louis made sure to dose himself in blockers every time he stepped out of his flat. He used them so often that sometimes he would forget the undertones of his own scent.

Never had he thought the day would come when his wolf would blink open its eyes, ears perked and alert at an omega’s presence.

OR Alpha Louis is dangerously close to breaking his own promise.

This fic dedicated to @littleohs as Part of Round 4 @1daboficfest

[erodasfishtacos]

I can just imagine him being an absolute horny mess when he’s on his heat and she’s like bro… get your shit together cause their out with friends or something he’s like being really rude to anyone trying to talk to her and he just wants to go home and fuck her senseless

Oh my god but yes. (If you don’t like abo/wolfrry skip this piece!)

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He’s never miscalculated his rut before.

Harry had always had to be careful because he was the leader of his pack, he had to plan accordingly for when he was out.

YN wasn’t a wolf, she couldn’t scent him in the way he could scent her - he could smell her heat from days away.

It starts when they’re at dinner with a group of friends, Mitch and Sarah, Niall and Jayla, Zayn and Chelsea, Louis and Eleanor.

Harry’s normally very subdued in public, he hates going out anywhere and wants to be home - safe at their home whenever possible.

He begins to pick up YN’s scent so heavily it’s making him dizzy as she sits next to him - unaware as she’s drinking and laughing.

She smells like the purest piece of heaven on a bad day and right now she was radiating something so beautiful Harry could feel himself hardening up.

This never happened but he was nearly blinded with his arousal for his mate that he couldn’t even care or notice.

At first, YN doesn’t think much of it when his nose nuzzles at the nape of her neck, a low grumble emitting from his chest.

“I think that lip color looks great on you,” Mitch compliments innocently as they discuss makeup and outfits.

“Don’t fucking talk to her,” Harry snaps at his subordinate, Mitch lower his head in confused submission.

“Harry,” YN scolds, pulling him away from her neck with a hand in his hair, his eyes boring into hers with possession and adoration, “Be nice.”

“M’nice,” He rasps unbothered, his lips returning to where he just scented and bit down at base of her neck with enough power to ache, “Treat you so good, don’t I? M’a good mate, yeah? Take care of my little omega. Feed you, bathe you, fuck you.”

“Jesus,” Niall mumbles when he hears the leader trying to seduce her, he shakes his head, and they try to talk loudly enough other tables won’t hear.

This was so unlike Harry that YN was concerned.

“Come with me,” YN tells him, intertwining their hands and leading him into the bathroom and locking the door.

“Yea, good pet,” Harry purrs as his hands go to hike up the bottom of her dress, “M’gonna give it to you right now, stuff you full, yeah? With my pups, gonna give it to you, my mate.”

“Damn it,” YN curses as she slaps his hands away, earning an annoyed growl as his mouth literally waters for her.

“Can smell you,” He taunts in the low alpha bravado, eyes intense and unwavering, “S’dripping down your thighs yet, baby? Let me lick you clean.”

“Are you- fuck, why didn’t you tell me it was time for your rut? Big dumb alpha,” YN hisses as she gives his chest a light smack.

“Submit,” Harry orders in his low timber, his hands back at her skirt - he could basically taste her cunt on his tongue right now.

“Not here, you dick,” YN shakes her head as she takes his car keys from his suit jacket pocket, “We’re not starting your rut in a restaurant bathroom, we’ll never get you out of here.”

“You want it though? Yes?” Harry crows as his hand cups her neck, “Want my pups? Sweet girl, tell me.”

YN’s eyes soften a bit, her hand coming to caress his cheek, “Yes alpha. Let’s get home so I can show you, okay?”

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