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part 1

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Harry is too good an alpha. 

Y/N had already been suspecting it, especially given how tender he was with her from the start. It’s annoying, of course, but he’s precisely who and what she needed at a time like this. Other alphas she’d suspect would care very little about the semantics of a late-presenting omega who is needy and unsure of her place or what she should do and what she shouldn’t. They’d probably have fucked and knotted her the moment she’d given them the clear to, and she doesn’t know how often they would have checked in with her. Probably would have only made her eat when they realized they, themselves, were hungry. And they’d be stinking up her nest, making it horrible, and ruining it for her. 

But Harry, even when she was trying to fuck herself down on his already swollen knot – was not so hasty. After the first time she came, he helped her cum again, and again, and again. She wanted his knot, but with a very levelheaded mindset, Harry explained to her that, “It might be too much too soon,” even though she was whining and pouting at him, “Let’s make you cum a couple of times at least, okay? You’ll already be sore after your heat; I don’t want to exacerbate it by stretching you too fast too soon.” 

Was Y/N pleased with this? No, not at all, but she was happy that he was showing concern for her beyond what his own horny brain might be telling him. So Harry makes her cum with his cock several times, with his mouth, checks with his fingers, and makes sure that she’s nice and stretched out for him. By the time Harry actually lets the tip of his prick touch her pussy again, Y/N is a mess, begging and whining for his knot more than she had been before. And it must have been loud enough and whiny enough that he slid his fingers into her mouth, shushing her softly. Her lips wrapped around the knuckle, and she suckled on them – he tasted like skin, and like her. It was more soothing than she thought it might be, as he eased inside of her. 

His hips rolled with the precision and technique of someone who knows what they are doing. Y/N is simultaneously grateful and so horrifically jealous that other people have experienced this before her. She knows a lot of it is just territorial pheromones that were overcoming her for the first time, but that’s the reasonable part of her brain that understands that. The unreasonable part of her brain is pissed, and her scent sours – she thinks – or it gets very intense until she can stuff her face into his throat and scent the hell out of him. Of course, this made Harry giggle – the freak – but he let her scent him thoroughly. 

“Possessive thing,” he murmured, like he could read her mind, “I’m all yours, baby, you don’t have to worry.” 

“You’re too good at this,” she grumbled, irritated, and he chuckled again. “How many people have you fucked? This is annoying.” 

He petted the hair from her face. “Hm, are you asking because you really want to know or because you’re feeling like only you should’ve had me this whole time?” 

She pouted, then looked away from him. “Obviously, you should have just been with me. What was it because I was unpresented? You didn’t want me until I was an omega?” Harry slowed to a stop, still inside of her, stretching her, but not moving. She was just talking to talk, really – she knew that wasn’t the case. Harry had always been vocal about wanting to do more with her if she wanted, but she just. . .she doesn’t know. He never tried very hard. And she sometimes sort of thought he was just fucking with her, like – he didn’t even tell her that he still thought about the blowie or anything. A small part of her wondered if he would have been more intense if she’d been really good, but what if he thought she would be a bad lay from that alone? Logically, she understood that he was just respecting her boundaries, but right now, in her omega brain, he just didn’t want her like that.

Y/N whined high in her throat, trying to twist her legs around his waist again and get him to move, “Heyy –” she started complaining, but he cut her off. 

“Is that really what you think?” He asked, the teasing lilt to his voice gone, replaced with something so stern and serious that it shook her chest. His hand, that had been resting beside her head, took her chin in his hands and turned her to face him again. “Hn? That I didn’t want you? You’re joking, right?” His hips started to roll, very gently, very slowly. “You’re all I could think about for a month after I felt your mouth, but I forced myself to get over you because of how much you seemed to hate me.” He explained, “Why would I push you if you didn’t want to be pushed, hm? I’m not a prick; I thought some subtle flirting was enough, but I would have scared you off if I told you what I really wanted to do with you all of the time.” 

She frowned. “I know,” she whined, “I know, I know, I’m sorry, I just – I don’t know –” 

“Don’t apologize,” he murmured, “You have nothing to apologize for. Your brain is all over the place right now, baby, I’m sure; nothing probably feels like it makes sense. You still want me to knot you up?” 

Her arms slipped around his neck. “Please,” she whined, “Please, please, please.” Y/N could feel his knot pressing against her entrance. She felt far more prepared now to take it than she had before, because she knew he’d opened her up really well. The amount of slick she was leaking was almost obnoxious, really. The sound of them fucking was so loud and squelchy; Y/N was a little embarrassed by the sound of it all. But it felt so good; she couldn’t dwell on it too much, and this time, when she rocked her hips down to meet his thrusts, he didn’t hold her down or stop her. Harry let her do it – let them work together to get his knot inside of her, and when it pressed past her walls, her toes curled, and she gasped as she came. Before they were even fully locked together. 

Harry shuddered through his own orgasm, groaning loudly at first until it was muffled, and Y/N looked over to see him biting his own hand. It made her squeeze even harder around him, throbbing and hips twitching up because she thought that he was stopping himself from biting her instead. And Y/N would have liked that, right now – a pretty bite on her neck to show off. Let everyone know that she had a mate that was all hers and nobody else's, and they even gave her a bite to prove it and make sure everyone knew.

It made her teeth ache something vicious, only she didn’t want to bite her own hand. And it seemed like Harry had somehow realized that, like he’d managed to realize everything else going through her head. She seriously would have to start questioning whether or not he was reading her mind throughout all of this. The whine that left her, maybe sounded familiar to him or something.  Y/N watched him detach from his own fist and turn toward her. 

“My shoulder,” he murmured, “Go ahead and bite my shoulder, Sweet little omega; that’ll make your teeth feel better. Try not to draw blood.” 

Y/N didn’t have to be told twice. It wouldn’t be a mating bond mark, sure, but at least Y/N got to pretend this way. She bit down on his shoulder and shivered as soon as his skin met her teeth. It was nice – there was something so instinctually alleviating about it. Which was frustrating, in its own right, because omegas usually don’t get this much comfort from biting. Not in the way an alpha would – really, she should only be satiated when a bite is placed on her skin. 

But Y/N is weird. She’s a weird omega, she thinks. She can’t focus on that right now, though, because Harry has his knot pressed inside of her and she’s biting him, and she feels more content than she has all day. 

Now they were stuck in her bed, though. Her stomach growled almost instantly, and Harry chuckled. He was sweet with her as he nuzzled her neck, scenting her again. Y/N shivered and melted into the bed almost instantly, with a breathy sigh leaving her mouth the moment he withdrew. Her eyes felt heavy, but for the first time in a while, her brain and body felt quiet and taken care of. 

“I’ll feed you once I’ve loosened up,” he murmurs softly, “But I’ll warn you, Sweetheart, I'll stay swollen for a while. Do you want a granola bar while you wait?” Y/N shook her head. Honestly, she barely even wanted to eat to begin with – that was hardly a priority for her right now. All she wanted was to keep her teeth against Harry’s muscle and gnaw at it absentmindedly like a chew toy, until she eventually fell asleep. Harry hummed, stroking the top of her head sweetly, “Alright, that’s okay. I’ll get you some fruit when we’re able to come apart.” 

“Don’t leave,” she grumbled, releasing her bite on him to press her face against his shoulder. “When you unknot me, don’t leave the flat.” 

Y/N hated this version of herself; this snivelling, unsure, vulnerable version that she’s never had to deal with before. If she was more with it, then she’d be far more upset with herself, but right now it’s just a discontent tickle at the back of her head trying to shirk its way through her content bubble. Harry is letting the pads of his fingers trace along the knobs of her spine, spurring goosebumps along her skin. She loves being pet on like this – how Harry would know, she wouldn’t know, but she’s glad that he does right now. He buries his face against the top of her head and breathes in deeply like he loves her smell. 

“I’d never,” he promises, and it sounds so sincere it twists something deep in her heart, “I won’t leave until you tell me to, okay? So don’t worry about that.” All she can do is choose to believe him for her own peace. She nods and lets her eyes flutter closed, getting her teeth back on him. 

Y/N wavers in and out of a small nap for a while. At first, every time she moved, she could feel his knot tug at her entrance, and both of them would make a sound – Y/N a whine, and Harry an inhale – but neither did anything about it. Harry would guide her by her hips until she settled, trying to move them as one to reduce the amount of pulling and sensation. 

He hadn’t been lying when he said he stayed swollen for a while. Y/N thinks about 30 minutes goes by before there’s more give when Harry carefully pulls himself out of her, and a flood of his cum comes with him. She feels a little pouty that it’s being wasted, warm and sticky against her bum and the innermost part of her thigh. But she’s more sad that she and Harry aren’t stuck together anymore, especially when he pets her hip and squeezes. He reaches off the side of the bed onto the nightstand, and she doesn’t know what it’s for until she feels something cold and wet against her. When she jumps, startled, he shushes her and continues to swipe carefully, apologizing in a sweet coo. 

Harry warns her that he’s leaving the nest to get her something to eat, but he’ll be right back. Y/N appreciates the warning, even though she’s still frowning as he says it. He presses a sweet kiss to her temple, though, to placate her, before crawling out of the nest in a way that wouldn’t disrupt anything. Harry is entirely too thoughtful for her to even think about being normal about it. She needs him to be her mate; she decides right then and there that no other alpha would ever be able to compare what he’s doing for her right now. And she’s determined to be better than any other omega, beta, or alpha that he’s been with in the past. Y/N doesn’t know how much of this train of thought will stay post-heat or not, but right now it seems very important. 

Her lips feel dry, and she still feels a little too hot to be in her body, but it doesn’t feel as horrible as she used to think it would. Y/N isn’t sure if that’s because of Harry, because she got knotted, or because her body wasn’t fully committed to the whole omega thing yet. She guesses the thing she doesn’t like the most about the whole process is how unknown it all is to her. Y/N is someone who likes to know what’s happening – she’s not very good at going with the flow, and some (Niall) might say she is the least spontaneous person that they know. So this unexpected thing, that Y/N doesn’t have all the answers to, is driving her kind of crazy. 

Harry returns relatively quickly. Y/N is unsure what time it is, but she knows that the sun is down, so she doesn’t think she’s eaten all day. Or did she? She isn't sure. Even if she did, she needs to eat more, more, and more. Her stomach feels hollowed out, but it feels like it does when she’s on her period – where she wants to eat desperately but the mild cramping makes her want none of it. Still, when he presents to her a bowl of different fruits, her mouth begins to water. 

She sits up, leaning against her pillows so that she is at a slant. Y/N holds her hands out to grab for the bowl, but Harry pulls it just out of her reach. “No, no, Sweet thing – I’ll be feeding you.” 

Y/N blinks at him, “Huh?” She reaches for it again. “My hands work.” 

“I know they do,” he is still holding the bowl away from her with one hand, while his other hand tentatively slips beneath her palm, bringing it up to his mouth and pecking kisses along her knuckles, and Y/N let out a startled giggle, her hand twitching back, “But they shouldn’t have to. Now, don’t make me tie you up.” He uses the fork in the bowl to stab through a piece of strawberry. Y/N splits her lips for him and takes the strawberry off the prongs. Y/N chews, swallows, opens her mouth again, and Harry already has a piece of honeydew on the fork presented to her. 

Harry feeds her thoughtfully, somehow managing to note the fruits that she likes the most. The more she eats, the more she realizes that she was starving. Enough that Y/N said, “Harry, if you don’t start giving me more than one piece at a time, I’m going to start eating your hand.” 

He chuckled, then started giving her more. “Brat,” he murmured, “Do you want more food? I’ve got some soup.” 

Y/N shook her head. “I’m too warm for that.” 

“Fair enough,” he answered. “How about a turkey and avocado wrap, hm? It’s good for the heat – I like them during my rut.” 

It sounds good, but that also sounds like Harry is going to have to leave the nest soon, and that just doesn’t sit right with her. After she’d finished the last piece of fruit, Y/N reached for the bowl and nearly threw it on her bedside table before crawling into Harry’s lap. He’d put briefs on again, but Y/N was still naked. Harry adapted to the addition of her into his lap easily, leaning out of the way so that he could look at her. 

“Maybe later. . soon,” she replies, “You aren’t allowed to leave the nest again until I say.” 

He grins, looking at her with humored eyes. “Is that so?” He hums, “Well, whatever you say goes, Sweetheart.” 

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Y/N is so fucking cute. 

Harry doesn’t know what to do with himself. He’s been obsessed with Y/N since the moment she saw him and rolled her eyes the second he spoke. She was unpresented but still smelled sweet; somehow, her base scent was a tickle to his nose that he couldn’t stop thinking about as soon as he experienced it. Her voice sounded like a siren song to him, calling him toward her, even though the way she spoke to him was quite volatile and snappy. But it turns out, even when she’s calling him an alpha with enough anger to rival a Tasmanian devil, he wants to kiss her breathless and hold her in his lap. 

He doesn’t know why; that’s just always how he’s felt. And it isn’t something he’s secret about, not to her or to his friends, or their mutual friends. The ones who don’t know Y/N well always ask him why he’s so interested in her when she looks at him the way she does – brows furrowed and annoyed. But Harry just tells them they wouldn’t understand it. It’s a feeling he gets when he sees her. Something special and warm in his heart. There were moments too, when she would speak to him or interact with him, and Harry had realized that Y/N actually didn’t hate him all that much. And when they were both drunk and too giggly, Y/N sank to her knees and used her pretty mouth on him, Harry couldn’t stop thinking about it. Even now, he uses the memory of it to get himself off. 

So when she called him for this, he was so excited he thought he could have passed out. All he’s been wanting to do is get closer to her. To spend more time with her. These are far more unconventional means than he initially intended, but he’d accept anything that he could get. Especially when it involved her scenting herself, snuggled close in his lap, grinding on his cock like it was all she needed to make it through her heat. 

“Harry,” her fingers were curled up in his hair, tugging him so his face was in front of her, “Kiss me right now, or I’m going to bite your tongue.” 

God, Harry’s in love.