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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      One_Direction_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Harry_Styles/Louis_Tomlinson
  Character:
      Harry_Styles, Louis_Tomlinson, Liam_Payne, Niall_Horan, Bakery_Barbara
  Additional Tags:
      Mating_Cycles/In_Heat, Daddy_Kink, Bottom_Harry, Top_Louis, Alpha_Louis,
      Omega_Harry, Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Alternate_Universe_-
      Bakery, Implied_Mpreg, Breeding, Dirty_Talk, Knotting, Anal_Sex, Anal
      Fingering, Rimming, Masturbation, Mutual_Masturbation, Phone_Sex, Self
      indulgence_on_my_part_tbh, Underage_Sex, Underage_Harry
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-11-07 Words: 4766
****** the beast you made of me ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     The bell tinkled, and Harry froze as an overpowering scent, musky and
     thick, crisp and slightly sweet, yet utterly masculine, delightfully
     tickled his senses. Harry's eyes slowly slid up to see the source of
     this wonderful scent, and his breath was taken away at the sex god
     before him, all muscled and compact and utterly screaming of Alpha.
     Icy blue eyes stared him down, set off by sharp cheekbones, a
     stubbled jaw that looked yummy enough to nibble on, and caramel hair,
     which was lazily gelled, a few pieces falling over his forehead. His
     skin was tan, his hands strong and steady, his biceps still clearly
     visible even through his jacket. Every fiber of Harry's being stood
     at full alert.
      
      
     The one where Harry's a vanilla-sweet Omega and Louis walks into his
     bakery one day.
Notes
     There is now a sequel!!
     http://archiveofourown.org/works/3491330
     Basically this is me indulging myself in some of my favorite kinks
     and what even happened??? I've got almost 5k of omega Harry.
     Recommended playlist, not in any particular order:
     Howl/Heartlines- Florence + the Machine
     Animals- Maroon 5
     Animal- The Cab
     I Know I'm a Wolf- The Young Heretics
     and The Wolf- Fever Ray
     Ps thanks Christian without you this wouldn't have happened
     Kudos and comments= love
     Let me know what you think!
     PPS I resurrected my tumblr, it's racylacyharry :) I accept prompts!
In a world where for every Omega, there were two Alphas, Harry was used to the
attention. All Omegas, male or female, were conditioned from a young age to
expect it. They spent each day from primary school on being pampered by Alphas
who didn't yet know what genders even were, getting the last juice box, or
homework copied, or books and knapsacks carried.
Betas were by far the most common gender, and lived pretty normal lives, with
neither heat nor rut to bother them. After that came Alphas, who were not
uncommon, but neither garden variety, with their aggressive, dominant
tendencies, bold behaviors, and blatant attitudes-- which made for nearly half
all famous people being gendered Alpha, their compositions making them
predominant choices for music, telly, radio, and quite a lot of politics. Then
there were the Omegas, soft, submissive, sensual, and sweet, the rarest gender
and the most coveted. At sixteen, each gender fully presented, becoming
consenting adults in the eyes of the law. It was a time of sexual maturity and
hormones, of mating and marking and marriage. Sixty-five percent of Omegas were
bonded with at least one Alpha by their seventeenth birthday.
Harry had turned sixteen over six months ago, and had documented and delighted
in his body changes.
He'd watched his baby fat disappear, his limbs and torso stretch to new
heights, his face thin out, and skin grow clear of unsightly spots. He'd felt
his curls grow long and thick, chestnut colored and soft to the touch, and
admired how green his eyes became, big and soulful, and pressed his fingertips
to full, lush, pink lips with slight fascination. The process of becoming
beautiful from an ugly ducking was one every Omega went through, but Harry was
still slightly in awe of his newfound status in the world.
He had a string of admirers at any given time, constantly coming into the
little bakery where he worked and pressing compliments and presents on him.
Some weren't that nice, and Harry had blushed many a time when an Alpha had
started growling particularly filthy things as he worked. Some were so
insistent and awful that Harry had to go hide in the back until his manager had
gotten the creeps to leave.
Through it all, Harry remained unaffected.
Sure, some were handsome, or charming, or rich, but none of them made Harry
feel anything remotely close to what he'd learned instant compatibility was-
- none of them lit a fire in his belly that said we could be bonded. And that
spark was essential to a good mating. Genetics before heart, as the saying
went. An Omega and an Alpha both had the same drive to mate, bond, and
procreate, preferably in that order. Pregnant and unbonded Omegas were few and
far between, after all. But their genetics had to match just right, and Harry
was quite certain none of his pursuers had affected him the way a true
potential mate could.
Today, Harry was fixing and sprucing up their baked goods display, chatting
casually to customers as he diligently set to work rearranging and organizing.
The bell tinkled, and Harry froze as an overpowering scent, musky and thick,
crisp and slightly sweet, yet utterly masculine, delightfully tickled his
senses. Harry's eyes slowly slid up to see the source of this wonderful scent,
and his breath was taken away at the sex god before him, all muscled and
compact and utterly screaming of Alpha. Icy blue eyes stared him down, set off
by sharp cheekbones, a stubbled jaw that looked yummy enough to nibble on, and
caramel hair, which was lazily gelled, a few pieces falling over his forehead.
His skin was tan, his hands strong and steady, his biceps still clearly visible
even through his jacket. Every fiber of Harry's being stood at full alert.
Feeling faint and weak-kneed, Harry forced a smile. "H-Hello, how may I help
you today?" he asked, cringing at how breathy his voice sounded, at what an
idiot he probably looked with flour in his hair, and at the ugly red polyester
of his apron clinging to his body awkwardly.
The Alpha's gaze traced Harry in return, slow and hungry, lingering briefly on
Harry's plastic name tag. He blinked and smiled, offering up white, even teeth,
the canines sharper than what would be considered normal.
"What would you recommend, Harry?" the Alpha asked, stressing his name
slightly, like he was tasting it, testing it out on his tongue and finding he
enjoyed the syllables. "I wasn't really all that hungry before I walked in...
But now I'm craving something sweet."
Harry's face flushed intensely-- dear God above, that had to count as flirting,
didn't it? And, oh, holy fuck, he was actually getting a bit wet, like a little
thirteen-year-old who'd just discovered wanking. Embarrassed and trembling very
faintly, Harry took a second to compose himself by staring at his white-
knuckled fingers clutching the marble counter top.
"We're a bakery, I'm sure we can find you something to satisfy that sweet
tooth," Harry addressed his ugly black boots serenely, refusing to look up at
the Alpha who had so rudely ruined the peaceful afternoon. He shifted uneasily
on his feet and abruptly glanced up, biting on his bottom lip hard enough to
draw blood. "We've got very good everything. All yummy stuff, all sweet. And
lots of tea," Harry hurried to say, feeling flustered.
"I'll take a couple biscuits. You made them." It wasn't a question, just a
statement. Harry guessed the Alpha could scent him on them.
"Three pounds even," Harry answered as he carefully punched in the correct key
codes. A tenner was slipped over the counter, and his eyes zoomed in on the
thick fingers around the note. He couldn't help but imagine how they'd feel
stretching his leaking hole open. Shaking his head once, Harry was halfway
through counting change when the Alpha stopped him.
"Keep the change yourself," the man nearly purred, his eyes trapping Harry like
a wolf on a rabbit. "Don't put it in the tip jar. It's meant for you." The
Alpha smiled crookedly, icy gaze glittering. "By the way, I'm Louis, and I'll
be back. When's your next shift, and when does it end?"
Harry swallowed thickly, bunching his hands in his apron and shivering once. He
spoke slowly, voice slightly hoarse, "I'll get off at two tomorrow."
Louis' smile widened. "See you then," he announced, no question in his words,
slipping a small piece of paper to Harry. It was assumed to be Louis' number.
"And Harold? Feel free to call me beforehand," he hummed huskily, taking his
bag of muffins and sidling out, the door swishing shut with a rush of cold,
outside air, which finally helped Harry clear his nose of Eau de Alpha. Harry
hadn't even had time to question the Harold.
He turned and slumped against the counter, resting his hot cheek on the cool
granite with a groan, already saving Louis' number on his mobile before texting
Liam and Niall one simple statement: SOS lads. SOS.
~~~
The rest of Harry's shift was a bit of a mess. He was foggy and unfocused, slow
on the uptake and so clearly out of it that Barbara sent him home early with a
titter and a soft scold to get his head on straight by the next day.
After bundling into his pea coat, he stuffed his apron stuffed into his bag and
left, walking the short distance to his flat. The light was on, which meant
either Niall or Liam was home, and Harry prayed neither of them were attempting
to cook him dinner. Nice gesture or not, Harry was so not in the mood for
burned noodles.
Stifling a yawn, he trudged up the steps and slowly unlocked the door, shutting
it and locking it behind him.
"... 'Lo?" Harry called warily. A blond blur attached itself to him. "Hi,
Niall," he sighed. The Beta laughed.
"What was up with your text, mate? Liam was having kittens, convinced you'd had
an asthma attack. Did you spill an entire bag of flour again?" Niall asked with
a knowing nod. Harry's brows crumpled and he glared at him. Niall chuckled and
backed up, hands held up in a surrendering gesture.
"That was one time," Harry growled with a pout. "And no, in fact, I didn't. I
did run into a beautiful Alpha, however, and basically melted into a stuttering
preteen," he groaned, wincing as he remembered how foolish he must've seemed.
Like a bloody puppy.
Niall patted him soothingly, humming, "I'm sure it wasn't that bad. Liam got
Indian takeaway; your chicken tikka is in the microwave."
"Oh. Thanks." Harry huffed and ate his supper in his room, flipping through
channels passively on the telly before finally shutting it off. He cleaned up
his plate and then went to the loo, taking a quick shower before retiring to
bed.
Tired but not enough to actually, like, sleep, he soon turned to his mobile and
the game apps it offered. Soon, however, he grew bored of Angry Birds... And
his wandering fingers thumbed to Louis' contact. After a moment of trepidation,
Harry fired off a text: Hiii, it's Harry. xx
Less than a minute later, his phone buzzed: hiiii was wondering if you'd get
the courage to contact me.
Well. I have.
i see that!! whatcha up 2 anyhow? just felt like talking all the sudden?
I suppose so, and not much. Just finished getting ready for bed and now I'm a
bit bored!
you couldn't find anything to occupy that brain of yours?
No, not really.
shame, would've thought an omega like you would be smart and beautiful
Sorry to disappoint. x
could never be disappointed with you, love. i do need to go though, gotta big
meeting 2 morrow!! wish me luck
Good luck, me. xx
cheeky chap
Night :)
~~~
Within a few weeks, they were close and clearly courting. Louis brought him
presents, from expensive clothes to sentimental jewelry, and Harry couldn't
stop himself from hanging on every word from the Alpha, just wanting his
approval.
They were together constantly, touching chastely and kissing as they nestled in
whatever half-hidden alcove they could find. Louis spent days on their couch,
holding the Harry in his lap tightly, ignoring Niall's eye rolls and Liam's
lovey-dovey looks. They were usually wrapped up in each other, going out for
lunch, seeing films at the cinema, and one memorable time, ice skating at the
local rink. That one had ended with Harry flailing into a fall on the ice,
however, with Louis having to kiss his pout off repeatedly and take him for
waffles.
Their relationship was caring and intimate, Louis a perfect gentleman with
hungry eyes, and Harry a coy vixen who enjoyed their courtship. Louis was
older, twenty-three to Harry's sixteen, and a lawyer to boot. The Alpha always
insisted on paying when they went out, and Harry never argued, always paying
him back in leftover bakery treats and kisses.
It was a bit of a fairy tale romance, Harry liked to tell everyone, including
his mum when he called home. Everybody expected the next step to be mating and
marriage, but they both held back: Harry's inexperience made both of them
slightly wary. The closest they came to sex was Harry blushing and mumbling
apologies whenever he inevitably got hard during their snogging.
That all changed about two months into their relationship.
~~~
An off day at work, with no Louis to spring out and cheer him up, left Harry
moody and slightly cross. As soon as he got home, he was stripping off his
grimy clothes and stopping up the tub, turning on the tap to warm and sliding
in once the water reached a good point. He was soon boneless and lazy,
breathing in the soothing scent of his body wash and slowly scrubbing up.
His mobile sat tantalizingly close on the lip of the sink, and he reached for
it, holding it carefully above the water before texting Louis: Today was sooooo
long... Ugh.
rough day? wish i coulda been there to help make it better. i had important
stuff at work tho
It's fine. I just don't feel so great. Hopefully this bath sorts me out.
oh yeah? bet you look good wet n slippery. careful not 2 drop your mobile!
I will, but thanks anyway. xx
m thinking bout you in the tub now
Harry felt his face flush pink from more than just the steamy bath water,
quickly replying: Oh yeah? What of?
you naked and dripping. hopefully with more than 1 substance, if im around
Harry's heart was pounding faintly. Louis had never been so forward before.
Kisses and cuddles had been the norm 'til now.
Are you implying thatyou think I think you're attractive? ;)
im implying that i could get you wet and dripping with slick in no time, babe
That's not a proven fact, Lewis. How do you know I won't block you for this?
bc you were practically gagging 4 it at the bakery that first day. thought you
were gonna present right then n there
Harry took a deep, calming breath and shifted restlessly in his slowly cooling
bath water. His cock was stirring to life between his thighs, and his hole was
already clenching hungrily on nothing, beginning to moisten. Before he could
collect himself, his mobile lit up with a photo of what was clearly Louis'
erection, thick, reddish, and curving up towards his belly, his knot a vague
mention at his base. Harry muffled a groan.
c how hard u got me? just thinking bout pushing ur thighs open and licking u
til u cry. wanna feel u clench on my tongue and scream my name baby
Oh fuck me.
yea babe wanna do that 2 wanna lick you open nice nd slow then just fuck u so
good fast hard nd sloppy
Oh god Louis
Another photo, this showcasing the pre-cum dripping down Louis' length in
copious portions at swift speeds. Harry was touching himself now, rubbing a
couple digits at his entrance and lightly stroking his dick when the
opportunity arose
show me babe show me how pretty u look rn
Harry snapped a quick photo of himself, angled down towards where he clearly
had two fingers playing with his hole.
god fucking look at u im so hard it hurts
His mobile suddenly burst into its generic ring tone, and he breathlessly
pressed the green call button, raising his phone to his ear. "Louis?"
"Oh god, Harry," his voice rumbled thickly. "You're so gorgeous. I just want to
fuck you up."
"Fuck," Harry panted back, "I'm so wet, just from-- nngh-- just from hearing
you. You've got me bleeding dripping, just like a damn girl."
"Yeah, babe, fuck, wanna own that pussy, wanna bend you over and take you doggy
style, have you come on my knot like a proper bitch," Louis snarled filthily,
his voice rough and coarse. Harry keened, three fingers stuffed up his bum and
working over his prostate, mobile pressed to his ear, listening to Louis'
muffled grunts and the faint sound of him wanking.
"'M close already," Harry whined, his eyes fluttering shut as his cheeks
blushed pink, his bottom lip wedged between his teeth.
"... Fuck, me too. I want-- unf-- want you to come for me," Louis rumbled, his
voice gone low and fierce, an utterly Alpha tone. Harry gasped and arched, his
hole spasming around his knuckles as he came with a soft sob, striping his
belly and bath water with white lines. A ferocious growl rippled through the
line, and Harry assumed Louis himself had found release.
Feeling suddenly and abruptly exhausted, Harry pulled his fingers out slowly
and began cleaning himself up with a flannel. Louis' soft panting was all he
heard for a minute.
"... God. That was fantastic." Louis groaned. Harry cleared his throat meekly.
"Yeah, thanks. If it's okay, for now, I'm going to go. I'm knackered after all
that," he hummed quietly. Louis agreed, mentioning he'd pick Harry up after his
shift the next day, and they soon hung up.
By the time Harry finished his bath, it was ten-thirty, and he soon dried
himself off and settled into bed, exhausted and vaguely sore, like he could be
coming down with something. His body was sort of achey, his head mildly
hurting, and his cheeks felt a bit hot to the touch. Harry swallowed a couple
paracetamol, chugged a glass of water, and texted Louis a quick good night
before swiftly drifting off.
~~~
Harry should've recognized the warning signs. He'd been quizzed since he was
twelve on the pre-heat indications, from fever, to binging, to mild joint pain.
It'd been drilled into him since day one of sex ed.
And yet-- he didn't.
Harry could be excused on one key caveat, however; in his defense, this was to
be very his very first heat.
He got dressed slowly, bundling up in a jumper and scarfing down three bowls of
Weetabix for breakfast. If Liam would've been there, he could've warned Harry,
because he was an Alpha and could easily detect Harry's incoming heat by his
scent, so out of place in their small flat. Unfortunately, Liam was out at the
gym.
Harry slowly walked to work, ear buds in and Ed Sheeran's soft voice soothing
the headache building in him once more. He got to work and was still a bit slow
to take orders and make change, but Barbara let it slide, not realizing, as a
Beta, that Harry was sinking into heat slowly but surely.
By the time one rolled around, Harry was twitchy and tetchy, uncomfortable in
skin that felt too tight and clothes that itched and irritated his uber
sensitive nerves. He was draped across the cool counter and struggling to keep
his breathing slow and steady as Louis walked in.
"... Something smells amazing," Louis nearly purred, nostrils flaring as he
breathed in what he assumed to be the smell of freshly-baked sweets-- but what
was actually Harry's cloying heat scent, vanilla-rich and fragrant.
Harry's pupils were wide enough to be mistaken for drug-induced as he greeted
Louis with a faint hello, shivering. Louis' scent was intensified for him, and
he wanted to press himself to the Alpha and snuggle up close, maybe jump his
bones a bit. Shaking his head, Harry cleared his throat and sighed.
"'Lo. Can I get you anything?" Harry asked breathily, cheeks suffused a
delicate pink and his eyes going glassy.
Louis frowned. "You don't look well, pet. Are you ill?"
"It's just a small bug," Harry insisted. "Can I get you anything?" he repeated.
"Ehm, whatever smells so incredible," Louis replied, and Harry blinked at him,
before turning around and fussing with the freshest baked goods, trying to
guess which one Louis meant. There was a growing wet patch along the back of
Harry's trousers, and Louis' mind pieced together the situation with a near
audible click.
"Harry," Louis growled, his voice soothing but low and rough. "Harry, baby.
Look at me. Now."
Harry obediently stared at him, compelled by his Alpha voice.
"Good boy. Harry, sweetheart, you're going into heat. D'you have a plan? I'm
guessing you weren't on 'pressies? D'you have a heathouse or heatroom?" Louis
asked slowly. Harry's eyes widened with panic and he shook his head
frantically.
"No. No, no, no!" Harry began to break down, tears glimmering in his eyes and
trickling down his red cheeks. "No. I haven't... This is my first," he croaked,
beginning to pant furiously. Louis hopped the counter, ignoring the people
starting to stare and thanking The Lord that none were unmated Alphas. He
clutched Harry to him, breathing in his scent greedily and then stroking him.
"Easy. I'll get you through this. We can call everybody with big explanations
afterwards. Hand me your mobile." Harry, all obedience and submissiveness,
immediately did so. Louis sent a text to all of Harry's speed dial contacts,
saying he'd gone into heat and would be fine. Harry was beginning to squirm by
the time he wrapped up, shutting the device off. "Hey. Stay with me, Hazza. I
have a car and my flat isn't far. I live alone and I've dealt with several
Omega heats before," he explained to Harry, who growled in jealousy and bit his
shoulder for his trouble.
Louis huffed and carefully shepherded Harry out of the bakery and to his car,
which was parked by the curb. He bundled him in and buckled Harry up, quickly
climbing in and starting his car up. He groaned as Harry's slick and needy
scent immediately engulfed the interior, seeping in and claiming it. Louis
stifled a groan-- which quickly became a vicious snarl as Harry keened and
ripped his shirt off, fingers going to tease his nipples, which were pink and
puffy, deliciously sore-looking.
"Bad boy," Louis rumbled, watching as Harry sprawled in his seat and kneaded
the bulge of his erection, which was lewdly pressed right up against the zip of
his work trousers. "You can't just--" Harry promptly tore his slacks down,
immediately kicking them into a puddle on the passenger floor. Louis nearly
swallowed his tongue.
Harry was a mess, begging incoherently and yelping, slick already smearing on
Louis' prized leather seat as he squirmed and got one knee pressed to the dash,
one slim-fingered hand sliding over his thigh and immediately shoving a few
digits into his greedy, leaking hole. He was flushed and gorgeous, curls a
sweaty mess that clung to his pale, pink-swirled skin, eyes blown up black with
lust, and mouth a lush, red paradise that constantly emitted loud and eager
moans.
Louis stomped on the acceleration, barely managing to rip his eyes off of the
sight Harry made. In no time, he pulled up on the Tarmac by his flat, promptly
parking and hurrying to cover Harry in his coat. He threw himself from the car
and quickly gathered Harry into his arms, trying to cover his modesty and
ignore the needy whimpers the Omega made as they pressed together. Soon they
practically fell into Louis' room, Harry attacking him with kisses and grinding
on his thigh, their mouths meeting messily as Louis managed to shut the door
and guide them to his bedroom.
Harry was crying softly, little hiccuping sobs, his body on fucking fire. His
thighs trembled and he shoved Louis' coat off, pulling away from the Alpha and
stumbling drunkenly towards his bed. He face-planted and writhed in the tangled
bed clothes, whimpering as he was overwhelmed with Louis' scent. Harry was in
the Alpha's den, burrowed into his most private part, intimately curled up in
his wonderful smell. He kept whining like he was being injured, low, weak
noises that constantly spilled from his throat.
The bed dipped as Louis settled beside him, pulling his trousers and pants off
in one, smooth move. Louis yanked his shirt off next, abdomen heaving gently
and pupils blown, staring at Harry, taking in the sweet scent of his slick,
which was dripping slowly down his crack and onto the mattress. Harry blinked
up at him with a wobbly groan, spreading his thighs and touching himself
lightly, gasping for breath as his matted curls stuck to his forehead. Louis
pounced like a wolf on prey, teeth scraping along the pale column of Harry's
throat as he sucked on the hollow of his shoulder, hips pressing his thick,
twitching cock to Harry's belly.
They rocked together fervently, Harry's eyes shut and mouth open, spilling
obscene sounds, as Louis marked his throat properly, bonding them as one, the
intent in each of them dealing the deal. The bite would scar and raise,
claiming Harry and broadcasting it to the world. Their scents would change and
mingle, and Harry could've purred.
"... Lou," Harry snuffled. "Need your knot, Lou," he whined, cheeks apple red
and eyes glossy with tears. Louis shushed him with a kiss, pulling Harry into
the position he wanted, adjusting him carefully and pinning his thighs open
with strong hands. He shimmied down the bed, fingers twined tight around
Harry's ankles, keeping him spread wide. "Lou, I said-- ah! Louis!" Harry
arched up with a hoarse moan as Louis ducked his head and licked a broad, fat
stripe right along Harry's dripping hole.
Slick drizzled down onto Louis' tongue, and he nibbled at Harry's loose rim,
which tensed and twitched under the assault. Louis licked another line along
his crack, stopping to circle his tongue in a point, digging into Harry's wet,
soft heat, which gave so easily at the slightest pressure. Harry was crying
again, tears streaking down his face as he struggled to breathe properly, hands
fisting the sheets and hips moving helplessly-- or rather, attempting to jolt,
Louis' grip keeping him still with aborted movements.
Louis shoved his tongue in with a low grunt, lapping furiously at his entrance,
making Harry hiccup weakly and turn his face into the bed, biting at the sheets
desperately with a sob. His body was pushed to the brink again and again, but
he couldn't quite reach his peak; Harry's form was craving cock, craving an
Alpha's knot, and it would not settle for anything less.
After his jaw started to go numb, and Harry was making heavy, wet sounds
instead of intelligible words, Louis pulled back with a ragged growl. He
gripped his erection, which already had a knot lightly pushing at his base, and
ran it along Harry's hot bum cheeks, tracing through slick and his own spit.
"Fucking look at you," Louis told Harry lovingly, voice hoarse and eager, an
Alpha through and through. "'M gonna breed you up right, make you fat and full
with cum and then my children." His mouth ran with his own filthy fantasies,
which had Harry staring blearily at him, making weak noises with agreement.
"Daddy," Harry croaked, turning over on his knees and bending over, showing his
arse off. He spread his bum wide open, hole wet and silky hot, waiting and
clenching eagerly on nothing. Louis groaned at both the sight and Harry's
whispered word, wrapping his fingers around Harry's hips tightly enough to
leave bruises and lining his cock up before sinking in, both of them moaning in
unison.
"Baby, fuck, you're so tight, so fucking tight," Louis growled, thrusting in
and out very slowly at first, feeling Harry loosen up slightly while his body
eagerly welcomed the intrusion.
"Want you to breed me, Daddy," Harry panted heatedly, right cheek pressed to
the pillow as he bit at it, trying to stifle his most embarrassing noises.
"Breed me up round, give you all the children you could want. Just want to give
you everything, Daddy, I do," he gasped.
"Yeah, yeah, 'm gonna knot you so good," Louis promised, speeding his thrusts
up and growling at the delicious sounds of their slick fucking, skin smacking
together. "Keep you locked on my cock and fill you up," he grunted, eyes
screwing shut as he began pounding fast and hard into Harry's sloppy hole.
"Daddy, 'my gonna come," he whimpered weakly in reply, rocking with each pump,
bed crashing against the wall as he cried out thickly. "Daddy, Daddy-- oh fuck,
fuck, fuuuuck, shit!" Harry very nearly mewled as his hips jolted weakly,
erection slapping into his belly once before he spurted all over Louis'
coverlet, slick dripping down his thighs.
"Gonna, gonna breed you up, you fucking, filthy bitch," Louis snarled near
incoherently into Harry's neck, biting at his nape as his rhythm stuttered to a
halt, knot catching on Harry's rim, locking them together tightly as Louis'
overly full balls began pumping Harry full of cum.
They collapsed into each other, panting weakly and struggling to regain
control. Louis managed to maneuver them under the sheets, Harry burrowing into
his chest with a tired snuffle. The Omega was now sore and achey, shivering and
weak, but body currently fully satisfied and sated. Not for long, but right
now, Harry was basically preening.
"Oi, get that smug smirk off your face, pretty," Louis chuckled. "Look like the
cat that got the canary, you do."
Harry yawned back, "Nah, Omega that got the knot." Louis chuckled and pressed a
chaste kiss to his temple, knowing they would be stuck together for awhile
longer.
"Well, you can go ahead and sleep now. You won't be getting much rest for the
next few days."
"That a threat or a promise, Tomlinson?"
"Both, babe. Both."
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