A/O/B sequel: part 1 (Patreon)

Hello! So you guys requested a second part of the A/O/B fic that I wrote a year or so back and your wish is my command! :) This is just the first part, so it may seem like nothing is happening but things will build!

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Harry had never really understood what the joy was of mating with someone. 

Sure, when he was younger he had thought about it often. Fantasized about that special moment every teacher and parent proclaimed that they’d have; walking into a crowded room, spotting out the omega of his dreams, the world slows to a stop as their souls connect, intertwine into one being. He would gracefully walk across the room, they’d meet in the middle, exchange names, and -- in his childish understanding of it, he’d pop his knot in them, mate them, and they’d live happily together forever. 

But then his parents had a messy divorce and he realized not all bonds last, so he lost hope for that. 

So most of high school and leading into his adult life, he had not looked for love. Had only sought out temporary holes to satiate his desires, which was easier when you were next in line to own a company. They wanted a fancy dinner, expensive wine, or lavish jewelry, and Harry just wanted someone to warm his bed for the night. There were parts of him that still desperately craved to wake up to the love of his life, to see the fresh mark on their neck that he never allowed to fade (like all the marks he would see on other omegas, waned and diminished), but he had always suffocated those as best he could. The idea of being bonded to someone appeared less than delightful and he couldn’t imagine himself living his life in devotion to only one person. 

However, his outlook had promptly changed when he’d fallen for a certain Beta girl and had been fully ready to denounce everything he had ever been taught to mate with her, before she had presented incredibly late. 

Y/N was everything to him; some days, it felt like she was responsible for hanging all the stars in the sky that glittered and glowed, mimicking the twinkled feeling of his heart when they’re together. It’s hard to believe that there was ever a moment that he hadn’t had her in his life, let alone that he had the gall to hate her. To think of a time where he rolled over in bed and Y/N had not been by his side, or snuggled in his arms, or somehow having been at the very edge of the mattress with no blanket so he had to drag her over to him -- made him shiver. A thought he didn’t even really like to cross his mind, if he’s honest. 

Harry had never been so happy. He had never loved so hard, nor cared so much for someone, and it could be overwhelming the amount his heart swelled at the sight of her. Every moment he was away from her, he simply longed to be with her. At night, when they could finally crawl into bed with one another and he gets to burrow his nose into her neck, breathing in deep as they have a little night time chat until one of them starts to doze. When Harry can loop her up in his gangly limbs and hold her so close to him, when she tickled him to try and get him to tell her a secret, when they fought but couldn’t stay mad at each other and one of them threw in the towel with a pout and an apology, or even when one was snotty nosed and sneezy and the other wouldn’t force them into quarantine even knowing they might get sick themselves -- that’s when he understood it. When he understood the beauty of it. 

And it isn’t as if it was one sided. Y/N reciprocate his feelings ten fold, with a heart too big for her chest and moments of intense love for him that she’ll tackle him and smother him in kisses. Or she’ll beat him in cooking dinner (he liked cooking for her most but she complains that he never gives her the chance to and she gets irate about it), spending hours slaving in the kitchen to prepare these intricate meals, simultaneously studying for her courses, and presenting him with them once he comes home. She’ll let him moan and complain about work, or when his tummy his bloated because he’s stuffed to the brim she’ll rub his tummy. 

Another gratifying aspect of it, is while the sex is a large part — and it was an incredibly lovely part at that — it wasn’t the biggest part. Which a lot of pairs couldn’t say, considering sex is the only thing holding them together. But their bond runs so much deeper, ingrained in their marrow and the very essence of who they are. It wasn’t a last ditch attempt to find someone to warm the cold side of the bed at night; their stars had aligned. A reason that Liam had chosen her to sit next to in their lab, decided that she would get on well with his friends, and invite her to the bonfire Niall had been hosting. There was a reason that, despite his hatred, he’d shown up at her flat when he was feeling lowly. 

Harry had fallen in love with her without the confusion of lust and infatuation because she was an omega. 

He had never been so happy. 

But he isn’t stupid. 

When one presents as an alpha and/or omega, it is normally early in life. Between the ages of nine and normally fifteen to sixteen at the latest usually, with their first heat or rut happening around sixteen.It’s critical in their development, a large portion of growing up and experiencing things as a teenager has a lot to do with what they identify as. It’s how they find where they fit in socially, what situations are safe and unsafe, and a whole lot of self discovery. 

Late bloomers suffer in that regard, as they lived their life a certain way for so long to have a sudden switch in their body’s chemistry is jarring. And when you’ve presented even later in life, it’s even harder attempting acclimate. It’s possible but it’s a struggle. 

He had been worried the first week, after her heat had subsided and Liam had stopped by to give her a lot of his old notes and coursebooks. Liam stayed for a little while after and began to guide her through some of it, telling her what to study, what was not as important, and what the next few weeks would be like for her. Because while she is drenched in Harry’s scent and sports his mark on her neck, alpha’s can smell a new omega, and they love it. Especially when they’re in their twenties, all new and confused, and needy -- unable to control their scent, know when they need to stay inside, or realize that when they get wet in public it is not secret as a Beta could have it. 

It was a lot and overwhelming but she was doing good. Y/N was a tough little nut and studied as she was told and he trusted that whenever it got to be too much, she would seek him out (which she does), snuggles up to him, stuffs her nose in his throat and asks for a back rub. Which he does, adds in a kiss, and will slip his fingers beneath the elastic of her panties if she starts wiggling her hips. 

After the first week and a few days though, she seemed absolutely fine. Had fallen into the swing of things incredibly, with a few hiccups here and there, but nothing too detrimental. The biggest problem had been her trying to reign her scent in when she was out alone, but Liam had a few suppressants that could aid her. 

But they were bonded, and Y/N’s discomfort was his own. He tried to ignore it, assuming it was just her settling in and every time he’d asked if she was okay she assured him she was. He figured he would wait for her to feel comfortable to come to him if she was having trouble but when he hears her sniffles from the bathroom he just about kicks the door down. “Baby,” he rapped his knuckles against the door gently, “Are you okay?” 

Y/N cleared her throat, another snuffle as she utters out a, “Yeah,” but her voice croaks and gives her away. 

“Y/N,” he said sternly, not truly using the deep intonation of his voice that would make her feel inclined to respond to him, but he was just at the precipice of it, “Come out of there.” 

He hears shuffling on the other side of the door, the sound of tissues being plucked from the box on the sink and the remaining sniffles she gives the only few things he hears. There was no flush, meaning she wasn’t even in there to use the restroom -- she’d gone in there solely to cry, which makes his heart feel like it’s shattering. Even more so when the knob twists and he’s met with a puffy eyed, tear streaked face of the woman he held so dear to his heart. 

“Oh, baby doll,” he sighs, holding his arms out and Y/N almost immediately finds her place wrapped up in them, nestling into his chest while he rubs up and down her back, over the silky sleep camisole she’d been so excited to put on for him that morning. She doesn’t begin crying again but she does give a shaky breath, “What’s wrong?” 

“It’s just --” she begins, drawing from his chest so that her words weren’t all muffled as she reached up to knuckle at her eyes, “I can’t. . .this me just doesn’t work!” She exclaims, face drawn tight in a frown, motioning up and down her self, “And this new smell -- I used to have no problem making friends, but all my Beta friends are acting like I’m not me and all the new omegas I’m meeting look at me like I don’t count because I presented so late -- if anything they look annoyed. And all these alphas get this domineering look in their eye even when I’m showing off my mark! I’m not wearing turtlenecks or anything, I smell like you entirely and I’m very loud about how I love you -- s’why I call at the store sometimes, when you’re at work and -- I used to love going out by myself but now I just want to be with someone so it doesn’t feel like everyone is staring at me.” She is working herself up all over again, which Harry would want to stop if not for the fact that whatever she was keeping bottle up had her so worked up she was crying in a bathroom. 

So he lets her continue, nodding his head so she knows he’s following, “And I feel so needy all the time. I don’t like feeling needy, is the thing, because I start thinking about you and when I do I get wet. But instead of that like, normal just a little damp in the panties wet, I fucking drench myself and it’s uncomfortable and even with the scent suppressors I feel like everyone can smell me and just --” they lock eyes as she frowns, shaking her head, “It’s just weird. All of it is weird.” 

“I know it’s weird, Love, and it’s a lot to get used to,” he keeps rubbing her back, up and down in slow circles, “Especially after so long living an entirely different way, it’s hard to adjust but you will and I can promise you that you will. This is all still fresh and new; your scent is still incredibly potent and your body is just trying to acclimate to the changes. Give yourself time, yeah? Not everything has to make sense right now.” He leans forward, pushing a kiss to her forehead, “Have you told Liam how you’ve been feeling?” 

She shakes her head slowly, “I didn’t want to be like -- like some clingy, new omega burden on him.” 

“Now you and I both know you could never,” he uses one hand to brush some hair from her face, then letting it slide to cradle her cheek where he can stroke the pad of his thumb freely, “Liam told you that if you were worried or confused or upset about anything that you could talk to him, just how you did before this.” Her shoulders slump some, but not out of defeat -- it feels more that the muscles in her body are finally loosening, “And I’m always here if you need to talk, baby, you know that -- don’t keep all this bottle up.” 

“But I just -- you’ve got your own things to worry about, don’t you?” She swallows, eyes cast to the side, “A business and whatnot. Last thing you need is me being more needy than I already am.” 

Harry rolls his eyes, shaking his head, “First of all, we’re bonded, baby. If you’re unsettled, I can feel it but I had been waiting to see if you came to me about what was troubling you before I started pushing. You can tell me anything, you know that right? Anything at all and I’ll do everything in my power to fix it, or aid you in fixing it.” Y/N wets her lips with her tongue, “And you aren’t being needy, needing support -- even if you were though, I quite like you needy because then I don’t feel as bad being as needy as I am.” 

She giggles, giving another soft sniffle to clear her nose, “I love you,” she murmurs, letting her forehead thunk into his chest, “Loads.” 

“I love you most.” 

“Nuh-uh,” she tilts her head up to look at him, “I was planning on giving you a mind blowing blowie t’night so you could cum on the camisole, but ‘ve tuckered myself out with that cry,” she pouts at him, “Can we just cuddle?” 

Harry’s cock twitched absently but he ignores it, leaning down and scooping her up by the backs of her knees, smiling when she gives a startled squeak. 

“I would love nothing more.”