Y/N And Harry Having Soft Morning S3x (only If U Are Comfortable With Writing It Ofc)

I LOVE RHIS SO MUCH

OMG DEALERRRY ATE ILY PLS DO PART 2 IF U CAN.

My idea is that Harry get jealous the reader is hanging out with Elliot Bc she’s besties with jules, rue and Elliot. But like also can u add smut ;)

MELODRAMA

euphoria au

dealer!harry x jacobs!reader

summary: harry gets jealous of elliot. y/n and harry run into cassie and nate.

a/n: rue is narrating in italics 

warnings: mentions of drugs and SMUT

masterlist

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When I had introduced Elliot to Y/N I immediately noticed that he had gotten nervous. Somehow along the way he had developed a crush on the girl.

If Harry were to find out about Elliot’s secret crush on her he better run. Fast.

“What the hell is this?” Y/N mutters as she grabs the joint Jules was rolling which makes Elliot laugh really hard.

Can’t he be anymore fucking obvious.

Right as Y/N lights the joint that was in between Jules lips her phone starts to ring. Rue catches a glance at the phone and sees a photo of her boyfriend Harry.

When I first heard about the cheerleader and drug dealer dating I didn’t believe it. Until I saw them making out in an empty classroom during sophmore year.

My mind was fucking blown.

“I’ll be right back.” Y/N says getting off the bed as she blindly grabs her ringing phone.

Elliot watches the girl disappear into the bathroom as she begins talking to someone. He feels someone staring at him and when he turns his head he sees Rue giving him a look.

“What?” He whispers quietly not wanting to alert the blonde that was sat at the end of the bed.

Rue shrugs her shoulders before she stands up from the bed and stretches.

-

“Wait what?” Y/N furrows her brows confused.

“Faye got fucking caught up with the cops and now she’s staying with us.” Harry grunts over the phone sounding very angry.

“How long is she staying with you guys?” She asks as she leans against the bathroom counter.

“Hopefully not for long.” He groans which made her giggle. “Can I stay with you tonight?”

Y/N widens her eyes as she looks around her.

Earlier Y/N had told her boyfriend she was going straight home after cheer practice but Jules and I had dragged her to Eliot’s place.

“I’m not home I’m with Jules and Rue but you could pick me up?” Y/N responds rocking back and forth on her feet.

“Send me your pin.”

-

“Harry Elliot. Elliot Harry.” Y/N smiles introducing the two boys.

They were all standing around in Elliot’s front yard. Rue was sat on the steps smoking a joint as Jules was stood next to Y/N.

Elliot forced a smile as he holds out his hand for Harry to shake. He completely ignored the hand in front of him and instead pulled out a cigarette from the back pocket of his skinny jeans.

This is so fucking awkward. I wanna run away.

“So I think we’re gonna go. Thanks for today guys.” Y/N dismisses herself and her malicious boyfriend.

Jules and Rue say their goodbyes to the couple but before Elliot could say anything Harry wraps an arm around Y/N’s waist and drags her away. It was a dick move but he didn’t like Elliot. 

The three watch Harry and Y/N get into his white vintage Mercedes —. Soon they drive off which makes Elliot let out a sigh and Rue look at him.

I really hope it’s just a small crush.

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“Y/N I’m telling you. He’s fucking in love with you.” Harry says as he holds the car door open for her.

They had just arrived to the Jacobs household which Y/N resented. Her brother Nate was an ass but he genuinely cared for her, same with her father. But she knew they both were very terrible people.

She also still didn’t know about her father and best friend Jules. 

“I’m telling you he sees me as a friend.” Y/N mutters handing her boyfriend her cheer bag to hold. He grabs her bag and doesn't respond just rolls his eyes as she opens the front door. “I saw that.”

“Sorry.” The drug dealer mumbles which made her laugh.

Y/N was about to respond to him but a blonde walking down the stairs caught her attention.

“Cassie?” Y/N questions which makes the girl widen her eyes. Nate who was behind her clenches his jaw as he makes eye contact with Harry.

“U—uh Y/N? What are you doing here?” Cassie smiles nervously trying not to freak out.

Y/N was very close to Maddy, more closer than Cassie was. Before her it was Y/N, Kat and Maddy twenty-four seven. I had even hung out with the three of them for a while in middle school.

“I live here?” Y/N responds furrowing her brows. Her boyfriend stayed silent and just stared at her brother. “Are you guys like—”

“No! Cassie just came to pick up some of Maddy’s stuff. Right Cass?” Nate speaks up pulling the blonde down the stairs. She stays silent as she looks horrified. “Right Cass?” He glares at her which makes her immediately start to nod.

“Y—yeah.”

Before Y/N could say anything else her brother drags Cassie out of the house.

-

The car ride with Cassie was hell. She was crying to Nate about how she was going to get caught. She knew Y/N was suspicious.

When the Jacobs son had arrived back home he decided he was going to talk to Y/N. But he stopped himself from knocking on her door after a few loud moans were heard.

He soon recognized the sounds were coming from Harry. 

You see Harry and Nate were very close but when he dropped out of football to sell drugs with Fezco, the Jacobs was deeply hurt. The hurt turned into anger when he started to date his little sister. 

With clenched fists Nate headed downstairs.

-

“God your so fucking beautiful.” Harry whispered into Y/N’s parted lips as she softly moans at his words. “I love you. I love you, so damn much.” His words make the girls face grow hot.

He loved the way she still blushed at his praises. It really showed how much she loved him.

“If you love me please fuck me. Now.”

Harry quickly connects their lips together as he lines himself up with her. As soon as he buries his cock into her she lets out multiple loud moans.

Before he begins to thrust he repositions his arms to be right next to his girlfriend's head giving him a full view of her flushed face.

Several curses come from Harry as he fucks in and out of Y/N.

He loved the way she felt. It was like heaven. 

“Fuck Harry!” Y/N cries out at a particularly hard thrust. Harry smirks cockily as he quickened his pace wanting to get more praises from his girlfriend. 

Y/N’s nails dig into Harry’s back as she wraps her legs around his waist trying to be more closer to him. He pants at the feeling of her hands trailing down his lower back to his ass.

A choked moan came from Harry as Y/N cups his ass bringing him closer to her. She was the only girl that could ever made him fall apart like this.

Harry collapses onto her digging his head in the crook of her neck. He soon begin to suck on her neck leaving red and pink splotches decorating the skin.

He loved giving her neck bruises. It showed everyone that she was his.

“H I’m going to—“ Y/N whimpered which made Harry shush her.

“Me too darling. I’m close.”

-

Nate had been in the kitchen when Harry walked in shirtless showcasing his tattoos. 

“You healed pretty quickly.” Harry smirks as he opens the fridge to get a water bottle. The Jacobs who was leaning his elbows on the counter rolled his eyes.

When Cal asked Y/N about the fights she lied and said she didn’t know what happened.

Obviously her father knew she was lying because when he had grilled Cassie about New Years night she said Fez and Harry were the ones that got into the fights with Nate and McKay.

It was silent for a moment until he spoke up.

“You still deal?” Nate questions sarcastically which makes Harry look unamused. “What? Don’t want the cops called on you guys again.” He smiles making his sister’s boyfriend clench his jaw.

“At least I’m not fucking my ex girlfriend’s best friend.” Harry swiftly replies which makes Nate walk over to him threateningly.

“You don’t know shit.” Nate glares at Harry who was shaking his head smirking. He definitely knew and that's what made Nate scared. 

But before Harry could respond Marsha walks in with a smile. 

“Hey boys finally getting along?” Nate’s mom jokes which makes Harry start to snigger.

“Oh yeah sure something like that.” Harry smiles smugly as he walks away.

-

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does he scare me? yes

do i find him sexy af? yes

Hiraeth III

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Reader

Summary: You had always been his, and no one could take you away from him. Idol!AU

Warnings: Yandere behavior, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Slight age gap, Murder intention, Mention of death, Sexual themes, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: 4kish words. I hope you enjoy, my love :)

Masterlist Hiraeth II

“I love you.”

Your brows furrowed as the deep slumber of drowsiness slowly eased off from you. You could feel the heat beside you, could hear the soft, baritone voice near your ear. You didn’t want to leave that feeling, in between the consciousness and ignorance, where you could be just you. Where you could just exist. Where you could freely forget.

“I love you.”

Slowly and with great reluctance, you opened your eyes. You didn’t know what to expect, or why you were disappointed and perhaps, a little relieved to see the space beside you empty.

He must have left.

You groaned when you remembered how hard you cried last night. You were never able to remember your nightmares. You only remembered the feelings it gave you- the helplessness, despair, longing, terror, and loneliness. But for the first time, you weren’t alone.

Seokjin was there.

And you didn’t know what to make of that.

You spent years forgetting him. You spent years without his overbearing influence in your life. And now he was back like an unstoppable force, leaving you confused and defenseless against him. You didn’t like it.

You sighed before deciding to finally do what you were sent here to do. You grabbed your phone and called your boss.

“You abandoned me,” you accused strongly once you heard his overtly cheerful voice. You sat up angrily and walked out of the room. It seemed that the owner himself wasn’t home with how silent the house was. Finally, you were alone. You felt like you hadn’t been alone since you returned and now that you were, you could gather your thoughts that were scattered because of him.

“Whatever do you mean, my favorite employee?”

“You told me everything was taken care of! How come no hotel was reserved for me?” You shot back, walking further to the kitchen uncaring of how you looked… or how little you were wearing. If it weren’t for his short sightedness, you wouldn’t be in this position. If it weren’t for him, you wouldn’t be confused by Seokjin. So yes, you were blaming your boss.

“What are you talking about? I really did book you! I wouldn’t leave my favorite employee homeless countries away from home!”

You rolled you eyes at his dramatics as you opened the refrigerator. You grabbed a bottle of water before gently closing the door. “Here I still have the confirmation email. I’m forwarding it to you now.”

You frowned as you read the email. He wasn’t lying. Was it the hotel management’s fault? Was it merely an oversight?

“Honey, unless someone cancelled your reservation, I don’t think your name should be missing from their list-“

Your steps halted when you met Jin’s cold eyes. You could still hear your boss talking over the phone, yet all your focus was on the man standing a few feet away from you. You didn’t know why you felt like hiding your phone, but the way he looked at you made it seemed like you should. The way he was looking at you made it seemed like you did something wrong.

You were right. He went out. He still had his coat on. In his hand were bags of groceries.

His dark eyes were focused on your phone.

“J-Jin,” you called him with a startled voice. And slowly, he dragged his eyes to yours. It was as though he was really seeing you for the first time, as though he was only returning to himself now. He blinked twice before losing the coldness in his demeanor.

It was like his brain short-circuited. He blinked slowly, his eyes raking to your exposed skin. Your exposed thighs were taunting him, making him lose his ever so-loving mind. His eyes strayed on your thin straps. The way your top fitted against your form made him feral. This didn’t bother him last night as his focus was solely on making sure you woke up from your horrible nightmare. All he cared about last night was your well-being.

But heavens, now he was hyperaware of you.

Now, it was a fair game.

Slowly, he dropped his groceries on the kitchen counter before sauntering to you. You eyes widened when you saw how serious he looked. Gone was the Jin that seemed cheerful whenever he was with his brothers.

Gone was the Jin that held you last night, and in his place was someone whose sole focus was to get you. You shivered when he reached you, his form so large and tall that you had to crane your neck just to look at him in obvious confusion.

Yet, all he did was to meet your eyes with his strong and dark ones. His slender fingers plucked your phone away from your ear and dropping the call before pocketing it.

“Jin, what are you doing?” You whispered, afraid that any sound you made would somehow trigger him further.

He leaned down to look at you, his dark hair perfectly framing his face. His large hand went to cup your cheek, caressing the smooth skin down to your neck. His eyes followed his movement, so transfixed with the way he was able to touch you now. Your skin was better than he ever imagined for years. Yet at the back of his mind, he was afraid that all of this would be gone in an instant.

He was terrified that you were just a dream. And that thought made him slid his hand around your waist, pulling you closer to him. His hold was strong, leaving you with no illusion that you could move away from his axis- not unless he willingly let you go. He thought that you and him had enough of space. In fact, you had years of space from him and he was through with it.

“Princess, what are you doing to me?” He whispered with his deep voice so closely to your ear, his hot breaths making you shivered from his proximity.

“I-I’m not doing anything-“

He smirked at you, “You are, princess.” Unbeknownst to you, you were both healing and destroying him at the same time. Seokjin didn’t know how this would end, but by heavens he was willing to see this through.

Princess, you could destroy him and he would willingly let you.

You watched him as he bit his plump lower lip as though in anticipation of touching yours. This was not the first time he kissed you- no. The memory of your first kiss with him when you were merely twelve and he was sixteen still lived in your mind. You had always thought that that memory was full of innocence and wander.

You gulped as Jin grasped your chin in his and gently tilted it. He was so close, his lips just a breath away from you. His other hand left your waist to run his fingers on your nape. And you swore you could feel his fingers shake as he touched you.

“You’re my peace, princess,” he whispered, looking intently at you with his dark eyes, willing you to understand that this was the only time he felt peace since you left.

Wishing that you understood that he could no longer return to the dark world you left him with, that this time they would have to pry his cold, dead fingers off of you, that he would die first before you could even separate from him.

You gulped from how serious he looked. And fuck, this was the last thing you needed. It hadn’t been a week since you came back and yet, it seemed as though he was bulldozing his way into your life. You couldn’t think with him around.

You couldn’t breathe.

“Jin, I-I-“

“Hyung!”

You jumped from the series of the sound of doorbell and the corresponding shouting of someone. And Jin must have been out of it because you were able to push him away from you with ease, his hands falling weakly on his sides. He was looking at you with unhidden want.

“I’ll get the door!” You announced too loudly before running to the door. You could feel your heart beating way faster than it should.

What the fuck was that?

Why did you freeze?

Your cheeks felt warm as you ran to the door. Fuck, you should finished your work here immediately. You feared that any second you stayed in his world would be detrimental to you. You opened your door just as the Jungkook was about to knock again when he met your eyes. You thought that his doe eyes couldn’t get any bigger, but they did when they looked at you. His mouth was agape as he took you in and you saw his cheeks and ears reddened considerably. “N-Noona-“

“Jungkook-“

You felt someone grabbed you from behind. Jin maneuvered you to his broad back, shielding you from Jungkook who couldn’t even look at you, his eyes shifting from anywhere but you, and to Yoongi.

“Oh no,” Yoongi said in a deadpanned voice, yet his eyes twinkled with interest and mischief. “Is this a bad time, hyung?”

It was a tense moment for Seokjin and an amusing one for Yoongi. They were having a staring contest in the living room sat in front of each other while Jungkook distracted himself with the in the kitchen, mumbling under his breathe how his hyung never bought him this kind of food despite begging him for years.

“What?” Seokjin finally broke the silence which made Yoongi flashed him his gummy smile. He made his only hyung cracked and it delighted him to no end.

He crossed his legs, getting more comfortable in the sofa. “She’s living here,” he noted in observation before shifting his eyes around the house. He wouldn’t say it out loud, but his hyung seemed to be more…at peace lately. It was as though he finally had what he was looking for. His laughters were more genuine, his eyes calmer, and the darkness that always seemed to be hidden from anyone dissipated.

“Yes.”

Yoongi nodded before spying your form emerging from the bedroom. You were now dressed and ready to start with your work, he presumed with the way you were carrying a notebook and your tablet. “And when is she leaving?”

Jin chuckled humorlessly before looking at Yoongi. And the look he gave Yoongi was unsettling. It was as though all emotions were sucked out from him, and all that was left was dark determination. “She’s never leaving me again, Yoongi,” he answered softly.

“Who’s never leaving?” You asked as soon as you were within earshot, your face clueless as you put on your coat.

Perhaps, what was more unsettling was how quickly Seokjin was able to change his facial expression. Gone was the man that disquieted Yoongi and in his place was the old Seokjin. He was smiling warmly as he turned to look at you. And Yoongi just knew- you were stuck. You didn’t stand a chance against this Jin.

“Jungkook, princess. He won’t leave our food alone,” he replied without missing a beat. How he was able to shift that quick, Yoongi would never know. “At this rate, we won’t have any food left for this week.”

“Oh,” you blinked owlishly before turning to look at the golden maknae. Sure enough, he was wolfing down on the groceries Seokjin recently bought. You rubbed your neck before turning to him, “Do you want me to take him out of your hands?”

“You really don’t mind?” You asked Jungkook for the third time. You eyed him as he drove expertly, one hand on the steering wheel and one hand resting on his side door. He smiled at you, “Not at all, noona! I know all the best places here in Seoul. All I ask is that you feed me.”

You smiled at the golden maknae. Yoongi, on the other hand, took one look at his only hyung before declaring that he was going to stay and do some work with Jin. The look Jin gave you as you left the house was one that you couldn’t decipher. And his parting words were one with too much meaning.

Jungkook was merrily skipping out of the house and you were following closely behind when Jin tugged your wrist.

“We’ll talk later, princess,” he whispered as he tucked your hair behind your ear. It was more than a reminder. To you, it seemed like a promise of something. “And you,” he looked over your head to Jungkook who turned to look at the two of you thoughtfully. “Don’t let her leave your sight.”

Something akin to seriousness passed by Jungkook’s face before flashing his hyung his signature smile. “I won’t, hyung.”

You were diligently typing in your tablet as you tasted the dishes Jungkook happily ordered. Speaking of the man, he was happily munching on the food. He really did know the best places to eat in Seoul.

“Can we switch jobs, noona?”

You chuckled before giving him your full attention, “Jungkook, I don’t think I can replace you in the group. For one, I don’t know how to dance.”

He seemed to consider that for a moment before pouting at you. “But your job is so interesting! How did you get into this industry?”

As soon as he learned that one of your responsibilities was to research culture and food, he suddenly perked up. You were responsible on searching for restaurants that would make it big to America. It just so happened that what was standing between you and your well-deserved promotion was this assignment.

“I guess…it stemmed from my childhood.”

“You grew up in Korea, right? Where?”

“Gwacheon.”

He blinked slowly, “That’s Jin hyung’s hometown.”

“Yes,” you chuckled at his confused expression before putting more food in his plate. “We were childhood friends.”

Jungkook picked up his phone excitedly before putting in his ear. “Hyung, they’re childhood friends!”

The fourth place you visited was, in your opinion, the best. The restaurant just had the vibe to it that was hard to replicated. The color scheme, the decorations, and the servers were all very intentional.

Additionally, it wasn’t as pricey as you initially thought.

“Oh my God,” you said in appreciation as you tasted their dishes. “I have to talk to the owner.”

Jungkook chuckled, watching you eat with much gusto. “You’re talking to one of them now.”

“What?”

“We own the place. All seven of us,” a voice behind you announce. Before you could even turn around, he was already sitting beside you. “So, you were childhood friends with our hyung? Tell us what he was like!”

Taehyung was flashing you his boxy smile as he put all his attention on you. “What made him the way he was now?”

What made him merely exist as though he was just going though motions until they saw you with him, Taehyung thought.

“Here’s your coffee,” a polite voice suddenly announced beside you. And when you turned to thank him, you came face to face with the last maknae, Jimin, who was smiling at you.

“You’re all here,” you noted before turning to look accusingly at Jungkook who had the heart to smile sheepishly at you. For someone who had such a muscular body, he did sure look like an image of innocence. “You called them.”

“Yes,” he answered while looking down at his food guiltily.

“After I fed you.”

“I’m sorry?” He apologized unsurely.

Jimin sat beside the pouting maknae, flashing you his signature smile that made it seemed like he knew more than he let on. “Come on, Y/N. Forgive our Kookie. We were just curious about…well. You.”

“W-why?”

“Well…honey, you came out of nowhere. And suddenly, our hyung is…different. In a good kind of way,” Taehyung explained slowly, his dark eyes shining with curiosity.

You didn’t know what they meant. How was you being back in Korea made him different?

You regarded the three equally attractive men in front of you who were all waiting with bated breath on your decision. You smiled at them, specifically to Jungkook who seemed to have a soft spot for you. “I’ll forgive you..if you’ll pay for this meal.”

He suddenly quipped up to that, his grin so wide as he nodded his head eagerly. “I will pay for this meal and I will even vote yes to your proposal.”

Your eyebrow raised at that. What he was saying was even better. You turned to look at Jimin and Taehyung, waiting for them.

Taehyung rolled his eyes, “Fine. We’ll vote yes, too.”

“But you have to convince Jin more. He has the biggest share, after all.”

It turned out that the seven men all had businesses in different industries. Food chain for Seokjin, Fitness industry for Jungkook, Fashion for Taehyung, Arts for Namjoon, Music for Yoongi, Dance studios for Hobi and Jimin. Apparently, they all owned them secretly and the member who had most interest in the industry would have the most share. You thought it was a genius move for them.

Was your promotion more important to you than keeping your life before with Seokjin a secret from his brothers? The answer was yes. Your promotion was important because promotion meant more money and it would cement your life in America more.

“Fine. What do you want to know?”

The three men was listening to you eagerly, loving the crumbs of their hyung’s childhood life. “No way! Jin really did that? He’s so cool!” Jimin said in amazement when he heard how Jin used to fight your bullies for you.

“I guess, he just love taking care of people. He has this instinct to take people under his wings. More so those who are younger than him,” you said before shrugging your shoulders.

“You two were so close,” Taehyung noted before his brows furrowed.

You nodded in agreement. “I guess we were pretty close.”

“So why then did we not know about you?” Taehyung asked in his usual straightforward manner. He had his body turned to you, his elbow that was on the table was supporting on his head.

“Tae! That’s not a polite thing to ask!” Jimin reprimanded his age-mate from across the table, smiling apologetically at you.

You blinked slowly before looking down at your drink. So he never did once talk about you, huh, you thought. That was fine. Why would he want to talk about you when you dodge all his calls and messages, when you returned all the gifts he sent to you, when you never touched all the money he kept on sending you over the years in your bank account.

Why would he want to talk about you when you ghosted him?

“It’s fine. We..I-“ you paused, never knowing how to approach this subject. How could you tell them that you left him? That you just…stopped existing in his life?

How would one even talk about that?

“I had to move away when I was sixteen. I think that was around the time he also became a trainee? Didn’t he move to your dorm back then?”

Jungkook nodded before looking at you with his doe eyes. “Right, noona. But he didn’t move to the dorm right away. He still lived with his parents. His parents, specifically his mother, worried about him a lot.”

You cocked your head to the side in confusion. Why would his mother worry about him when she trusted Jin’s decision too much? If you remembered correctly, the Kim family valued independence.

So…what happened?

“Yes, I remember. He had to go home everyday after training,” Jimin added in a thoughtful manner.

“Really?”

He nodded his head, “I think our Jin hyung was sick that time. But after a year, he moved to our dorm. He got better, I guess.”

Taehyung watched you carefully, his mind taking note of your expression. There was something more to it, he thought. And he was just too curious for his own good.

“Shit. He looked angry,” Jimin stated as Taehyung drove the car slowly to Jin’s driveway. The mentioned man was standing outside in the dark with his hands in his pocket and his jaw in a tight clench. He was watching the car move so impossibly slow as though the maknaes wanted to prolong meeting his wrath.

Sitting in front was Jimin as Taehyung drove the car. Jungkook was in a food coma that he dozed off as soon as the four of you entered the car, while you were still awake and taking notes of all the restaurants you visited.

Yet, as soon as you entered Jin’s premises, you were all too hyperaware of what transpired between the two of you…and your almost kiss.

You took one look at Jin’s face before wincing. “Yes. That’s his angry face.”

But no matter how slow Taehyung drove, he couldn’t avoid arriving at where Jin was standing.

“It’s late,” Jin said in a hard voice, his eyes focused on his members in apparent disapproval.

Jimin flashed him his angelic smile before opening your door. “But we brought her back in one piece?” He said sheepishly as though it would make up for the time he didn’t have you in his sight.

As though it would make up for the uneasiness he had been feeling in his heart ever since you walked out the door. And he didn’t hide it well that Yoongi didn’t leave him alone. He told him that you were coming back when he noticed how uneasy his hyung was becoming when it was late at night and you still weren’t where you were supposed to be.

He didn’t believe him because you once said you were coming back. And you didn’t.

What if you didn’t come back now?

What if you left again?

What if you managed to escape from Jungkook?

What if he couldn’t find you again?

Seokjin was apparently close to having a breakdown that Yoongi forego all his schedule for that day. In fact, the sleepy man walked out of the door, clapping his hand on Jin’s broad shoulder once before going in the car.

Seokjin gently took you from Jimin, his hand splayed on the small of your back as he lead you inside his house. His silence was agonizing that you looked behind you to see him already looking at you. He looked…a little bit pale for your liking and his hand behind your back was shaking a little.

“It’s not their fault. We just visited a lot of places,” you said in a small voice. Jin opened the door and let you inside.

“It’s fine. You’re home now,” he replied in a strong voice. And before you could walked any farther from him, he tugged your wrist and pinned you gently against the wall. And then he was kissing you.

“Oppaaaaaa!” You called him as he retreated away from you.

All night, the sixteen year-old Seokjin was ignoring you. And you hated it. Wasn’t this supposed to be your twelfth birthday party? Why then was he being a party pooper? He was in a harsh mood ever since he walked in to your friends talking. And now that it was just you and his family, he still didn’t look at you.

You were now straight on running as you saw him nearing your gates when he suddenly stopped, making you crash against his back.

“What?” He asked in a cold voice. The darkness of the night was illuminated merely by a few scattered garden lights your father was fond of. The darkness accentuated his sour mood as he looked down at you, his lips in a pout.

“Why are you so mad?”

He rolled his eyes, “I don’t know, princess. Maybe ask James.”

Shit, he heard you gossiping to your friends. James was your new classmate. It was a year before Jin had you moved to an all-girls school. Strangely, and to be honest, quite exhilarating to a twelve-year old girl, you found out that James had a crush on you. To the young you, being someone’s crush was exciting.

You blushing under his watchful eyes manages to make him even more irritated. “So you do like him!” He said accusingly.

“N-No?”

“Unbelievable,” Jin muttered under his breath. He thought you only had eyes for him. How come another man was stealing your attention from him? “I’m going to tell your father about this!”

“JIN!” You called him in panic when he started walking back to the house with his large strides. You weren’t going to catch up to him, you thought. “Oppa!” You called for him again, running with full force and when he still didn’t stop, you screamed at him.

And that got his attention. He turned to look at you just when you foolishly decided to jump on him. You thought you would hit the ground, but he was quicker. He managed to maneuver his body so you would land on him instead of the hard ground.

But what he didn’t anticipate was your lips landing on his.

Until The End of Time

prompt: how long can she wait on harry to make a move? or are they always going to be stuck in this limbo.

warning: abo (if it’s not your thing don’t read; if you don’t know what it is - research before reading); possessive behavior, mention of blood, smut, minor dni

Authors note: for the finale of this week, a new trope officially. wolfrry! i worked extremely hard on this fic and while i was writing it -i hated it!!!! but after proofreading, it may be one of my favorite pieces i have ever written. thank you for the past year of support and how much we’ve grown together on this blog. all my love always. isla x

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Anne and Carla knew there was something unique about their children - instantly when they met.

It was like there was an invisible string that had been knitted around the toddler’s waists and tied to one another.

They gravitated towards each other since the first time they had crossed paths at the park when they were just around three years old.

They sought out each other to play with, sitting for hours in the sandbox together, searching for flowers in the little meadow, or chasing each other around.

Then it was guaranteed tears when it was time to go home, whereas YN would quietly whine, Harry would puff up and emit a squeaky growl to try to intimidate his mother.

YN wasn’t a weak omega, not even from the start, rarely did Harry’s baby alpha voice or threatening rumbles shake her up.

Harry was always temperamental. He had a close group of friends which later developed in his pack but he didn’t care much for random interaction.

He cared about YN. It was an innate need to protect her and make sure she was safe and happy. He didn’t listen to anyone on the matter.

Girls throughout their school careers crushed and lusted after the alpha. He was by far, the most wanted alpha on campus by betas and omegas a like.

Alpha’s hated Harry.

He never backed down to another alpha, he was a true leader - through and through - and everyone knew that he would replace his father one day.

The Styles protected a large expanse of the state, including all of the territories surrounding their homeland despite the wars that they have waged that included copious amounts of bloodshed and loss.

The Styles’ Pack has had dominance for hundreds and hundreds of years. Never once have they been able to be overthrown by another pack.

The Styles wolves were the strongest, biggest, and toughest purebreds - possibly in the world and rarely any group tried their luck.

It wasn’t a surprise that Harry was always looked at as the one omegas and betas should strive for.

Parents would ask their children over dinner, “Did you try to get to know that Styles’ boy? He’d be a wonderful alpha to bond with.”

All the answers were the same though, Harry would either blatantly ignore their existence or straight up turn them away with even looking at them.

It had all started back in the park one day.

-

YN was newly four and toddling around to look at everything at the playground - always inquisitive and curious, sometimes more than what was good for herself.

She didn’t gravitate towards the other children, quite frankly - there was a curly haired baby alpha that was bossing them all around anyways.

Her mother was deep in a romance novel on the park bench, knowing her daughter would keep out of trouble.

When YN spots a speckled, prickly caterpillar on a tree stump - her immediate reaction is to pick up the small creature, unaware of its venomous nature.

Out of nowhere, that same bossy alpha child with chocolate curls and intense green eyes smacks her hand away from the insect.

“That’s bad!” He scolds with a low, squeaky rumbling in his chest as he puffs it up as big as he can to show he means business, “Bad omega.”

YN turns back with a furrowed brow, teetering on tears as the boy attempts to grab her arm to pull her away from the caterpillar.

“C’mon,” He demands with as much firmness in his voice as he can muster at his age.

“No!” YN yells back, even at this young age, she wasn’t going to be controlled by some alpha that she doesn’t know.

Carla, YN’s mother, steps over to see what’s going on and sees her daughter’s wide, wet eyes .

She goes to pick YN up and is surprised when the boy growls at her before hissing, “Mine!”

Another dark haired woman is running up, scooping up the boy with embarrassed, pink-tinged cheeks as she apologizes profusely.

“I’m so sorry, he’s never done that before,” The woman tells Carla as she gives her son’s ear a pinch and he yelps like an injured pup.

YN tugs at her mother’s shirt until she’s hiked up onto her hip, glaring at the alpha with anger.

“Harry Edward Styles, apologize,” The woman chastises her son who’s still standing defensively and not breaking eye contact with YN.

Carla was going to give this woman an earful about teaching alpha’s to not be chaunventic pigs when she replays the name.

Harry Edward Styles.

The color drains from her face as she realizes that the boy is not just a normal child but the heir and next in line of the styles pack.

And that meant that woman with a firm grip on the boy was Anne Styles - The Anne Styles, the matriarch of the pack.

“I-it’s o-okay,” Carla stutters out, aware that she is conversing with near royalty right here at this little park a few streets down from her house, “H-have a g-good day.”

And that, she turns and quickly carries her daughter away from them, not wanting any trouble but Carla is nearly positive she heard Harry grumble after her daughter.

-

It’s mere days later when YN is dropped off in her first kindergarten class, sitting near other omegas that she got along with well.

That same alpha boy from the park is walked in by his mother. Unlike the other children who looked around with fright and had hesitation to step foot into the classroom - he didn’t have that.

Harry took confident strides instead, his shoulders as broad as he could make them appear and making sure his back was ramrod straight.

It was definitely a mixture of something that was innate to his gender but it was also obvious that arrogance and stance had most likely been instilled by his father.

He marches past the impatient beta boys waiting for his arrival, arriving right in front of YN, “You are the bad omega.”

And what ensues next has Anne and Carla called back to retrieve their children, YN lunges at the boy and tackles him to the ground.

And then their friendship developed from there.

-

Everyone knew they were destined to be bonded, there is a term called predetermined bond which is when an alpha and omega are solely meant for each other - it is physically impossible for them to try to soul bond with anyone else.

Predetermined soulmates were extremely rare but everyone in their packs and community had a hunch that they were.

Since kindergarten, the two had been attached at the hip - never went a day without talking or seeing each other.

People would have normally made fun of them but nobody dared to tease the Styles' Alpha and in turn, that protected YN from torment.

Anne and Carla knew earlier on, there had been a day where YN had shown up at school - ill with a stomach bug.

Harry had come home and demanded that his mother take him to YN’s house to see her.

Anne suggests just calling to check in but Harry had an absolute meltdown like he’d never had before - only calming once they were in the car on their way.

However, it was shocking to nearly everyone that high school had come and gone but they still weren’t dating yet.

By the time they were in their mid-twenties, they hadn’t dated, let along mated and soul bonded yet to everyone's surprise.

They were still absolutely fused at the hip, Harry acted as YN’s alpha and did everything for her a mate would do but they never had titles.

Harry had never allowed himself to kiss her even because he knew that once he tasted her, he would mate her - instinct and all.

The reason they had not made progress was fear, both were too afraid to make the further step - not wanting to risk their friendship.

Despite how obvious it was to literally everyone else on the earth how much they were meant to be - they were the two most oblivious people on the earth.

Harry knew that he wanted YN as his soulbond, he’d been in love with her for as long as he’s known but he couldn’t risk losing her if she didn’t feel the same way.

Instead, he pushed it down and dated other people, sometimes omegas but mostly betas - not one omega has he met that even came close in comparison to the gorgeous, honey-sweet omega he really wanted.

Relationships never worked out for either of them. It was toxic in a way, they didn’t want to admit they wanted each other but they didn’t want the other to have anyone else.

Neither of their partners ever appreciated how close they were, always breaking up with a suspicion that they had been cheated on.

YN had been dating Peter for a short while, she was feeling pressured into settling down, bonding, and began having children.

Peter was fine, he seemed to be loyal, a good provider, what omegas should look for in an alpha but YN didn’t feel that bond deep in her bones.

He didn’t hold the same power that Harry did and she hates to compare them but they’re just not the same in their secondary gender.

If an obnoxious alpha comes on YN in a bar with Peter, he nicely asks the man to back off or even leaves YN to deal with it.

If YN is with Harry and someone comes onto her, he’s off his stool, broadening his shoulders, and flashing his sharp canines while emitting a warning growl from the depth of his chest.

It’s over-the-top, makes the male run off with his tail between his legs, and then Harry will just turn around with a possessive grin on his face before he rubs his nose against her jaw to scent her.

“You’re ridiculous,” YN giggles, fingers weaving into his long locks and scratching at his scalp until he grumbles happily like a puppy.

Harry doesn’t think twice before protecting YN, he nearly unconsciously steps in front of her and does anything to make her life easier.

-

YN was dreading introducing Harry to Peter - it was never a good time when either of them tried to introduce a new significant other.

YN pushes the reason why to the back of her head but she knows in her heart - they are each other’s soulbond but they’re so protective of their friendship they’d never want to risk it.

YN refused to take the first step.

It was just a casual get together at a pub, with Harry’s pack but also YN’s friends as well, on a Friday night in the city.

As soon as Peter and YN arrive at the table, Harry’s eyes narrow in on where his arm is wrapped around her waist and he grits his teeth together to stop from making a remark.

“Harry, this is Peter,” YN clears her throat nervously as her boyfriend sticks out his bare hand to shake her best friend’s ringed, tattooed one.

“A pleasure,” The alpha responded curtly, he squeezed Peter’s hand so hard that the man pulled it back with a wince and a yelp, “Sorry mate, don’t know my own strength sometimes.”

The most obvious assertion of dominance, Harry need Peter to know that he’s in charge of this situation.

“Harry,” YN scolds sharply, getting even more frustrated when he just raised his eyebrow at her with a shit-eating grin like he’s all innocent.

“S’fine,” Peter mumbles embarrassed, having an alpha just claim dominance over him - one of the most humiliating public displays, Harry took pleasure in doing so.

It’s only been thirty minutes until YN can no longer take Harry’s backhanded remarks, blunt questions, and overall pompous demeanor towards the poor weaker alpha.

“Harry, now,” YN interrupts the conversation as he makes Peter uncomfortable for the upteenth time and leaves her barstool without another glance back at the men.

She manages to get to the fire escape entrance to the side alleyway of the brick building before Harry catches up with her.

It's a freezing, warm breath turning into a visible smog as YN wraps her bare arms around herself to keep in some of the warmth.

“Here,” Harry rasps automatically, shimmying off his wool coat to let YN shimmy into but she instead glares at him and refuses to uncross her arms.

“No.”

Harry snarls at her, “It wasn’t a question, mutt.”

He physically unwraps her arms and roughly gets the coat on her body because he wasn’t going to let her go cold even if she wanted to prove a point.

Harry can’t help himself, rarely can, because she has her boyfriend inside the bar but Harry’s nuzzling at her jaw and laying his scent on her.

“I’m gonna smack you,” YN warns with a grunt as she pushes Harry back, she really wanted to keep him there, let him nuzzle and claim her but she knew she couldn’t - it felt painful to push him back.

Harry’s eyes are still narrowed as he watching YN, he’s not happy about being denied physical touch - was always unhappy about it.

“Why’d you call me out here, pup?” Harry drawls, he kicks at the gravel underneath his leather boots as the cold wind blows his hair.

He doesn’t get cold, it’s the wolf in him, that this intense biting weather doesn’t even make him shiver at all.

“You need to stop,” YN huffs out, shoving her hands deep in the pockets of his jacket, trying not get overwhelmed by his scent - sandalwood and cinnamon, “Leave ‘em alone.”

Harry’s upper lip snarls again at the request, he hated being told what to do, especially when it came to his natural instinct.

“You’re not going to tell me how to protect you,” Harry growls defiantly, the timbre of his voice growing in volume as he gets upset.

“You’re going to ruin this for me,” YN points out, getting louder herself because he just doesn’t listen - so fucking stubborn.

“Good,” He hissed out, he was radiating power and confidence - it was pissing her off because he could act like this but never take the next step.

“You’re being an ass,” She seethes furiously, she pokes her finger at his hard chest, “Leave Peter alone. Do you hear me?”

“Mm, you look gorgeous tonight,” The alpha nearly purrs, a total distraction to try to get him out of trouble - she can tell he wants to reach out and tug her closer.

“I fucking can’t with you tonight,” YN groans in exasperation as she shrugs off his jacket and throws it back at him before storming back inside the bar.

When she arrives back at the table, everyone looks up at them, including Peter who has a confused smile on his face until YN states, “We’re leaving, let’s go.”

Peter complies without question, saying quiet farewells to the pack before hopping off his barstool and slipping on his jacket - handing YN hers.

Harry appears again, displeased with the sight in front of him as he watches Peter zip up YN’s jacket, when they’re about to leave the table - Harry grabs her wrist in a possessive squeeze and low growl only she could hear.

He can feel how quick her pulse is, how her body aches to nestle against his, and let herself be his but she only allows it for a moment before she’s pulling away.

Once they disappear from the busy bar, Harry slumps back down onto his stool, and swigs down the beer in front of him much too quickly.

“Alpha, you know what you need to do,” Niall speaks up, eyeing his leader warily, “She is waiting for you to take the next step. Why make this go on any longer?”

“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?” Harry demands, his voice loud and deep enough to quiet down the busy bar, “You’re my beta. Know your fucking place in this pack before I show you.”

Niall lowers his head submissively to show his apology, eyes glued to the wood table in front, and baring the back of his neck as a sign of vulnerability and trust to his leader.

It doesn’t ease the tension, Harry is storming out of the bar before Niall can even look up, just catching his back through the front door.

-

It’s been about three month of YN and Peter’s relationship and Harry is getting absolutely fed up with it.

Everyone notices he’s been more possessive than usual, wanting to be next to her at all times, scenting her when no one is looking, intimidating her boyfriend at every chance he gets.

It’s pack game night, where they all sit around, drink beer, and play games until they either pass out from the booze or exhaustion.

Harry’s been in a sour mood since they’ve started dating and everyone has felt it - he was uptight, angry like he gets anytime she’s in a relationship.

YN gets up after a round of Phase Ten to use the bathroom, Harry sits back in his chair at the head of the table - arms crossed, muscles flexed, and inked in dark tribal designs that run from his fingertips to his neck.

“How’s everything going with you two?” Chelsea asks Peter as she sips at alcoholic seltzer, just trying to make conversation.

“Excellent. I, well, I know it’s only been a few months but I’m really considering asking YN if she’ll bond with me,” He replies a bit sheepishly, eyes darting around the table to gauge reactions.

“Over my dead fucking body,” Harry roars, kicking back his chair, and slamming his fist on the table, “How fucking dare you even speak like that.”

Peter, who is normally quiet and non-confrontational, honestly tries to avoid Harry like the plague despite he’s everywhere YN is.

“I don’t need your permission. She doesn’t belong to your pack, you're not her alpha,” Peter responds tersely, pushing his chair back as well as he keeps direct eye contact with the leader - struggling not to submit to the leader.

That comment shot straight down onto Harry’s spine, sending fireworks of rage exploding behind his eyes at the audacity this guy had saying these things in his house.

Harry can feel his body starting to shift into wolf form, has to take multiple deep exhales through his nose to come back from the edge - knows he’ll kill him if he shifts.

He’s holding himself with his shoulders broad, chest puffing in and out, and his sharp canines flashing at his opponent.

“She is mine. You will not bond her. You will not ever let that thought cross through your thick fucking skull again,” Harry orders in his full blown alpha voice, it’s deep and loud enough to shake the glasses on the table.

All his packmates are on high alert now, standing as well, in case they need to protect Peter from Harry’s wrath - if he does something he’d regret later.

The pack didn’t need Peter’s blood on their hands.

Harry would gladly coat the walls in it.

Peter’s lips visibly quiver, hands shaking as he realizes he truly is not a match for the massive alpha in front of him - especially when it comes to a mate.

Peter realizes that it isn’t worth his life, YN was a nice girl but he couldn’t compete with the elite alpha who wouldn't back down - hasn’t in the past three months.

“You know, you win, Styles. It was never going to work anyways. I’m not an idiot, I can smell you on her constantly - you purposely make her reek before she sees me,” He accuses with his fist clenched at his sides.

“I don’t know why you haven’t mated her but you act as if she’s your mate without the mark, I can feel the bond. I see the lovebites you leave to claim her. You’ve ruined her for anyone other than yourself, you selfish prick.”

YN, who had witnessed the whole interaction from the doorframe, steps back into the room, her eyes filled with a mixture of disgust and anger as they flicker between both men.

“Get out, Peter,” YN breathes through the thickness in her throat, “If I’m too ruined for you than get the fuck out this house.”

Harry shamelessly preens with pride as his betas hussle the douchebag out of the dining room before he can say anything else to YN.

The alpha starts to stalk towards YN but she’s not done speaking, “As for you. Don’t you need to come near me right now, Styles.”

-

“You’re not a half-bad kisser, Styles,” YN giggles girlishly as they sit in the secluded forest behind Harry’s parents home and territory.

“You didn’t think I’d let anyone else be your first kiss, did you?” He replies with his own chuckle before brushing another soft kiss against her lips.

-

“Don’t you dare fucking growl at me either,” She scolds as Harry starts to let a low predatory vibration swirl through his chest, flashing his teeth at her in displeasure for her request but he respects it.

The rumbling gets lower but it doesn’t totally disappear.

“It’s really unfair, you know,” YN bites out but as she keeps speaking her voice begins to wobble and get shakier by the end, “It’s unfair that you’ve ruined me for anyone else but refuse to claim me as yours.”

Harry’s hackles go up defensively at this, his hand splintering the wood of the chair as he leans on it to prevent himself from moving, “Don’t act like I haven’t claimed you since we were babies. There’s a reason you’ve never had a boyfriend for more than a handful of months why alphas steer clear of you - because I’ve claimed you and I’m all over you.”

“If you claimed me, I would have had your knot and a scar on my neck to prove so!” YN shouts back, chest heaving with emotion as she tries to control the boiling over tears.

And Harry is finally silent, taken aback by her blunt words, and how livid she is with him in this moment - he wants to grab her, sink his teeth into the meat of her neck and bond them for life.

How could she not know?

“Mutt, c’mon,” Harry begins but is cut off by her waving her hand to dismiss his words and announcing, “Fuck this, I’m leaving. Don’t even think about following me.”

Harry resists the urge to break every single piece of furniture in his house because he can’t lose her, his mate, twin flame, soul bond because he’s scared of rejection.

-

He ends up at his mum’s estate, sat in the kitchen with a steaming cup of tea that she’d forced upon his before sliding a tray of biscuits on the table.

“What’s the late visit for?” Anne questions curiously as she sits across from her son - the tension in the line of his jaw visible.

“YN is my soulmate,” Harry blurts out, eyes focused on where he’s swirling the spoon in his cup, “I don’t know why I haven’t acted on it sooner. I love her with all of my being.”

Anne chuckles with a secret humor in her tone, reaching over to squeeze his hand, “Darling, it’s been obvious since you were young. It’s been fate since the beginning. You’ve been obsessed with her since you were a babe.”

-

“Mumma,” Harry grunts ambivalently, “M’not going into the park until YN gets here.”

“Honey, Carla said they’re running a few minutes behind. I’m sure YN wouldn’t mind if you started playing without her,” Anne assured him with a pat to shoulder to encourage him.

“No,” He pouts with the finality of an adult as he patiently waits for his friend to arrive, a wide smile blossoming when she runs up and they can finally get into playing.

-

“Then why haven’t I done it, Mum?” Harry huffs out, burying his face in his hands as he groans with the amount of frustration he feels towards himself.

“Despite you being the new alpha of the pack. A big bad fearless alpha who has witnessed much bloodshed to protect your people, you are afraid,” Anne tells him seriously, “You bottle everything up. Your biggest fear in this life is getting rejected by YN - even though she has been waiting for you for years.”

Harry is trying to process everything his mum is saying as she continues, “If she didn’t know you were the one, she would never have allow led you to scent or mark her skin. She would have been bonded to a capable alpha right now - she’s a viable, beautiful omega who didn’t need to wait around but she has.”

“Mum-“ Harry starts but doesn’t know what to say as he starts to push back his chair, he just arrived but he has to go.

“Go dear, it’s about time,” Anne encourages softly as she watches with pride as her son leans over to kiss her cheek before disappearing through the front door.

-

YN was getting sleepy, the campfire was still blazing and the back had barely simmered down but she didn’t have the energy of a wolf.

Peter was having no problem chatting up everyone who came, playing nice guy, and sipping much too quickly on hard cider.

Harry notices right away when YN has hit her limit, eyelids get heavy and her blinks get slower, she places her water down.

She’s waiting for Harry.

The alpha separates from his friends, he knows he’s ‘technically’ overstepping from an outside perspective because she’s Peter’s girlfriend but when it comes to it - she belongs to him.

“Getting tired, mutt?” Harry draws as he stands in front of her, already knowing she’ll deny it like she’s always done.

“M’not,” She argues weakly, rubbing her eye and smearing a bit of her mascara.

“Mmm, sure look knackered to me. C’mon, puppy. Let me get you up to bed,” Harry nearly coos, it’s quite sickening how this big bad alpha bows to his omega - his pack knows better than to comment on it.

“Gotta say goodnight to Pet-“

“Nonsense, don’t need to do that. Let me get you to a nice warm bed, hm? S’getting cold out here. I’ll let him know later,” He lies, knowing damn well he wouldn’t do such a thing.

Harry was actually planning to go back to the party after she fell asleep for the night but once she dressed in one of his shirts and wriggled into the satin of his sheet - he was torn.

When YN mumbled, half-asleep, “H, need a cuddle to go to sleep.”

“Want me to go get Peter?” He quips with a harsh tone, it made him completely obvious and made YN frown at him.

“Want you, please?”

He can’t fucking say no to her is the thing.

He’s never been able to.

So he’s locking his door, shucking off his clothes, and slipping into the bed with her - chuffing and purring to get her to sleep.

-

He’s at the front door of her apartment, of course he has a key but it doesn’t feel right to barge in right now so he knocks.

He’s a wolf, supernatural if you will, he can hear that she’s moving about in her small home - her heartbeat upticking at the hard sound.

YN takes her good ole’ time getting to the door, to switch the lock, and open it a bit begrudgingly before moving aside to let him in.

After it’s closed, she turns to him with a pursed expression - her swollen eyes and damp cheeks giveaway her sorrow.

It’s fucking heartbreaking.

“I’ve failed you,” Harry whispers, shame lacing through his tone as he cups her jaw between his hands, she doesn’t pull away but leans in, “I’ve been a poor excuse of an alpha to you.”

YN’s eyes have a bit of a glimmer, a mischievous twinkle as she shakes her head with a giggle, “You’re absurd, you idiot. Been an amazing alpha, always have taken care of me. Never had eyes for another omega.”

It was true, he hadn’t.

“I was- I am scared,” Harry admits, not feeling very alpha-liked as his shoulders slump and he rubs his thumbs over her cheekbones.

“Of what?” YN presses, hands coming to cup his wrists - twisting her head so she can kiss his palm a few times.

“Rejection,” He grumbles quietly, still avoiding eye contact, “Of you rejecting me.”

YN let out a peel of laughter, “Oh H, I know you’re not that dense, pup. You’ve always known, deep down that we were meant for each other.”

“Don’t laugh at me,” He growls wolfishly to her teasing like she’d done since they were children and he was oblivious to something.

“Well now that it’s out in the open, what are you going to do about it?” YN questions, biting down a grin because there’s nothing more she loved to do than push the alpha’s buttons.

“M’gonna take you to your bed, give you my knot, and make you my pretty little mate,” Harry purrs, eyes darkening and canines shimmering, feral and hungry, “Right, mutt? Gonna let me mark you up? Finally let the world know who you belong to? My pups will be in your belly, you’ll be tied to me for eternity.”

“Stop fucking talking and just do it. It’s about time you do your alpha duties,” YN whines, the sound make Harry hiss and he’s not fully in his logical mind when he picks her up and puts her over his shoulder until he can deposit her on the bed which groans from rusty springs.

“No more of this,” Harry tells her, the alpha timbre threatening to come out but it wasn’t time just, “No more time apart. You’ll come and live where the head omega should, be in my bed and have me pleasing you every night.”

“You’re all talk as of right now,” YN goads, squirming and kicking at him until he grabs her ankles to stop the movement.

“You’re getting real brave, puppy,” Harry sing-songs but it’s dangerous and low, “For someone who’s about to be crying out my name and begging for my knot.”

This was new territory for them but it didn’t feel awkward or too forward, it feels like YN has been waiting a lifetime to hear how much he truly wants her.

“Then touch me,” YN mewls on frustration, still attempting to kick at him but his grasp was too tight until he suddenly lets her legs fall back to the mattress.

“Then touch me,” He parrots in a mocking tone before he’s ducking down to bite her jaw before murmuring, in a complete alpha tone, “Now hush up and be m’good little omega and let me do what I need to do. Yeah? You’re gonna get everything you want, mutt.”

YN’s heart is pounding clear out of her chest as he pulls the nightshirt over her head and her bare breasts jiggle out without a bra - nipples already tight and peaked in anticipation.

“Fuckin’ hell, you’re trying to kill me,” Harry gruffs before ducking down to wrap his lips around one of the peaks and suck while his opposite hand palms her other breast.

He waste no time in marking her chest over and over again with his mouth, showing the world who it belonged to.

Sure Harry had seen her tits on a few occasions but it was never for him to ogle and worship them, for him to clip with his front teeth until she squeals and tries to push her chest more into his mouth.

“Should have know how greedy you’d be,” Harry chastises, lapping at bud for a moment longer until switching to the other one.

“M’not,” She rebukes in a kittenish, noncommittal tone as her stomach twitches when his hand starts to move down south, across the expanse of her belly.

“Pup, I can smell you from here. Your slick’s getting on the sheets, you’re not subtle, darling,” Harry chuckles fondly before he’s nipping at her sensitive peaks once again.

When he gets to the hem of her underwear, he pauses to pull back from her chest, “Baby, I need you to tell me it’s oka-“

“S’okay, please, H. Please touch me, alpha,” YN moans, falling deeper into a comfortable, fuzzy headspace where she knows she’s safe.

The word alpha shots right down to his cock.

“Been waiting for so long,” Harry mumbles almost to himself as he shimmies the panties down her thick thighs and he fucking groans when she’s revealed, “Fucking hell, of course, you have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. Look at her.”

YN spreads her thighs more, a blatant invitation that Harry can’t pass up - he can’t stop staring at how perfect and plump she is, absolutely glistening from her arousal.

“My queen,” Harry sighs in admiration, thumbs spreading her lips to get a look at her puffy clit, “Can’t believe you’re gonna give me this for the rest of our lives. Everything about you is gorgeous.”

Harry wants to dip down, bury his face between her thighs, and not come up for air but he knows that all needs to wait - he can’t wait any longer to bond them together and he’s shucking off his clothes, spending a moment kissing her before detaching.

He knows she’s never been knotted before and his is coming on fast - as he’s never done this with an omega either.

“Puppy, you gotta come for me. Give me one and then I’ll knot you, bond us, make you mine. Please darling, give it to me,” Harry babbles, barely audible with how low his tone has gotten, his scent is permeating the room - wrapping them in sandalwood and cinnamon.

It only takes a few directed thrusts for her to start quivering and squeezing her eyes shut, hands on his shoulders as she cries out his name.

“Such a good alpha,” YN moans as she rides out the final waves of her orgasm and that’s all it takes for Harry to push in and still, knot expanding and holding him in place.

It’s instinct, no doubt in his body as he noses her chin up until her neck is exposed, lips finding where her pulse is humming with her sweet honeyed blood and hormones.

He doesn’t even need to ask, YN’s hands move to his long locks, leading him closer to her skin, “Please, H. Never wanted anything more than being yours.”

His sharp canines puncture the skin, their dna combing and dancing, a physical pull in his heart and it feels like their world has completely shifted in that moment.

“You’re mine, pup. You have been since we were children and you’ll always be mine until the end of time,” Harry murmurs as he licks at the wound, tears in his eyes.

Until the end of time but that may not even be enough.

HUSBAND SUGURU! + PREGNANCY ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

tags: fem! reader, husband suguru!, nsfw, suguru is very hesitant about being a dad, but isnt forced into this :), reader is very motherly, dirty talk and talk about getting off the pill and being bred.

word count: 2,1k

Husband Suguru! whom before you even got married, sat you down and mentioned to you how starting a family wasn’t something he was looking forward to. you know of his past, of the trauma he’s been through. he fully expects you to break up with him when he tells you that, knows how much you want to have a baby of your own, but you don’t. instead, you cradle him in your arms and tell him that you love him and appreciate what you have right now, not what you don’t even see in the picture.

Husband Suguru! who swears he hasn’t changed his mind about babies, about starting a family in general even three years into the marriage. but when he sees you with your friend’s baby, the glow on your face, the motherly instinct—how you gently place your hand on the baby’s head, rock her back and forth and coo at her softly while her mother gets her food ready, his heart feels as though it is about to explode.

“There there baby girl,” your voice is barely above a whisper, and when the baby cries, your lip juts out and you pull the infant towards your chest in an attempt at soothing her. your eyes find his where he is sitting on the couch, and the lighthearted chuckle you give him pulls a nervous one out of his body. you are now convinced that your husband would never ever change his mind based on the horror painting his features as he turns to your friend’s husband to strike a conversation. but in reality, the topic of their conversation is all too surprising.

“Has it been difficult? You know, managing a career and taking care of the baby,”

“Oh yeah very,” the other man admits but Suguru doesn’t detect a single hint of regret in his voice. “but yknow, look at that,” he point his glass of water in the direction of his wife and you holding the baby. “seeing my wife with our baby, our creation—seeing her act all motherly like that? Totally worth it.”

Husband Suguru! who starts to consider the idea of getting you pregnant. he hopes for the rational part of his brain to win over, rather than the horny, disgustingly perverted one. but when you walk out of the shower in a crop top, his mind drifts elsewhere—and suddenly, the image of your belly swollen with his kids floods his mind and he has to put a pillow on his crotch to hide the very evident bulge in his pants.

Husband Suguru! who once he calms down and takes care of his raging boner, texts Satoru in a hurry, asking if they could meet up tomorrow morning. your husband tells you of his plans and you hum sleepily, telling him how catching up with his best friend seems like a good idea. Suguru drops the bomb on his best friend the moment they sit down and the ivory haired’s jaw almost meets the floor.

“You mean you wanna be a dad?”

“I’m not…too sure,” Suguru looks conflicted, he is holding his head in his hands. he knows very well that this is a topic that should be discussed with you, since you were the other person of interest in the situation. but he would hate to give you false hope, he’s seen the way your eyes light up at the mention of a baby, at one of your friends or colleagues being pregnant, how there’s a disappointed look on your face that you try so hard to conceal when Suguru gives you a face in response of a pregnancy announcement. but you are so patient, so accepting, you’ve never once forced him into anything. and truth be told, he wanted to see what kind of mother you would be to your baby—and then toddler, and then teenager and adult—you’d have a life together with a new person who would adapt either your personality or his, with a face of the love of his life. your baby could have your eyes and nose, he’s always pointed them out—even before you started dating.

“Dude, do you or do you not want to have a baby?”

“I don’t know man, it’s hard to think of.”

“Because you are thinking too hard about it,” Satoru says nonchalantly and it irks Suguru a little.

“I am not thinking too hard about it—this is a new responsibility, what if I am not fit to be a dad? I could be a failure for all we know—what if I pussy out of it and—“

“I would kill you.” Satoru warns the man and Suguru doesn’t try to hide how he stiffens up. “I am not joking, I would find you and bring you back to her as a sack of bones,”

“I wouldn’t betray her like that…”

“You’re too focused on the aspect of being a bad dad rather than a good one—yknow, you really think that she’d marry someone she doesn’t see fit as the future father of her children?” Satoru has a point. you did mention to him once (when Suguru was nowhere to be seen at a party you all attended) how falling in love with him was the best thing that’s ever happened to you, but the one thing that would top it is if he became a father to your children. Satoru, knowing his best friend’s stance on the topic, reminded you of how terrified the man was of the idea and all you did was give him a reassuring, understanding wave of your hands.

“I know, but I just know he’d love them hard and make them feel as safe as he makes me feel.”

Husband Suguru! who doesn’t really try to bring up the topic of ‘trying for a baby’. he cringes at the thought, feels as though it makes the process less romantic and intimate and more of a robotic task. as he is stripping you of your clothes, he is silent and lets his eyes wander over your figure. you are extremely shy tonight, unable to meet his eyes as his rough, calloused hands brush over the skin of your boobs before bending down to be at eye level with them. he brings the flesh inside his mouth and sucks—and blood rushes down to his groin at the thought of them being filled with milk, heavy and swollen, more sensitive than usual. his teeth graze the skin at an attempt to catch your attention and your thighs squeeze as you meet his eyes.

“Sugu…” your smaller hands rest on his face as he pulls away from your boobs to plant a heated kiss to your lips, effectively pushing you back on the bed. your back gently hits the mattress, and your chest is heaving in anticipation, unsure of what his next move would be.

“Baby,” he finally speaks up, nose brushing against your stomach as he brings his lips to the skin. “how about you drop the pill tomorrow?” he knows how much of a horrible job he is doing at this, but he feels you move, supporting yourself on your elbows.

“w-why would I do that?” your eyebrows are furrowed in confusion, and Suguru wishes to brush his thumb over the tense skin of your forehead.

Suguru is shameless as he kisses further south, planting his kiss above the tuft of your pubic hair before pushing your panties to the side. He parts the lips and gives your clit a kiss before moving to your inner thighs.

“why not? It’s doing horrible things to your body—“ he brushes his nose over your clit as he speaks. “beside, we need you off the pill if we want a baby, don’t you think?” when you don’t react to his words, Suguru looks up only to find you staring down at him with parted lips and eyes glossed over with tears.

“…are you sure?” you ask softly, and your husband swears he could never say no to you if you asked like that all the time.

“very,”

Husband Suguru! who fucks you with a new purpose. each drive of his hips fueling the other to go harder, deeper, to keep pushing his cum inside you and plant his seed deep within. your cunt does a great job at showing Suguru how ecstatic and excited you are with his sudden change of heart. you keep squeezing around him, barely able to keep your sounds in—he fucks you so deeply that the sound of skin to skin is louder than your moans and his groans. when he puts you on all fours, the cum starts to drip out of you but he pushes it back in with two thick fingers, lips pressed to your ass cheek.

“want more?”

“mmm! please,” you whine when he aligns his tips with your folds and fixes your arch with a hand on the small of your back. the gasp that escapes your lips when he fucks into you hard makes Suguru chuckle and he rubs your sides, soothing you.

“no need to beg for it,” he leans down and presses a kiss to your nape. “I’d gladly fill you up.”

Husband Suguru! who stiffens up when you show him the positive pregnancy test. up until this point, he is in control of his emotions—he lets you cry in his arms about how scary all of this was, despite you saying you’ve always wanted a baby. he is supportive, understanding of the heightened emotions that you are experiencing—when he sees your tears turn into happy ones, only half of him is able to relax. clearly, he is nervous but he doesn’t wanna show it. not right now.

The first ultrasound during your pregnancy was nerve racking—your hand squeezed your husband’s as you stared at the screen showing what appeared to be your unborn baby. Very tiny, but still there.

“Okay mom and dad,” the doctor presses the ultrasound transducer a bit lower on your stomach, a small smile on his face. “I got some news for you.”

“Good?” your anxious voice has Suguru rubbing his thumb on the back on your hand.

“It depends, how long have you been trying for this baby?” You couldn’t exactly disclose of your very active sex life, but you do give the doctor hints that it was definitely wanted.

“Well, look over here—“ he points to the screen with his gloved finger, ushering Suguru to come closer. “Look over here dad, what do you see?”

Suguru swallows hard as he stares at the screen in confusion, unsure of what to say. “..a baby?”

“Babies. Congratulations, you’re pregnant with twins.”

Your husband whips his head towards you fast, and you cover your mouth in shock. This wasn’t planned—twins? And for a first time? You didn’t know if the tears streaming down your face were of excitement or fear that maybe you weren’t ready for this.

But Suguru still comforts you, holds you in his arms—tells you that maybe finding out the gender won’t make all of this sound scary anymore. He knew you never really had a preference for gender—you were a natural mom.

However, finding out the gender was an emotional experience for the same man who never thought he would become a father.

Husband Suguru! who tells Satoru to buy the gender reveal cake for you two. he doesn’t want to throw a party, and neither do you. finding out within the privacy of your own home seemed like the best option—you didn’t want to reveal that you were pregnant to any family members—at least not yet.

“Are you ready?” You hold your own glass as you wait for your husband to stand next to you. Your bump wasn’t that evident yet, but signs of pregnancy were starting to show on your body and it brought this warm feeling to Suguru’s body.

“Yeah, hold my hand.” You chuckle slightly at his request but comply either way. Each of you holds their own glass above the cake before looking away as you push it down—you hold your breath, Suguru rests his forehead on your shoulder as he mumbles something about not being able to look at the cake. But you muster up the courage and lift your glass, eyes wide and lips parted in shock.

“Sugu—“ you don’t need to tell him to look, he was already staring at the glass with teary eyes. The pink frosting wasn’t something he was expecting to see—he knew he was going to be happy with either but two little girls? His own baby girls—the thought of being a girl dad brings tears to his eyes and you’re quickly pulling him towards you.

“Oh baby,” you hold back your own tears as you comfort your emotional husband, his arms wrapped around your middle. You hear little sniffles and a hand rubs your back before feeling a pair of lips pressed to your forehead.

“Gonna be the prettiest mom to the prettiest girls. Ever.”   

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🥺🥺🥺🥺 ughhhhhhh i love them

a couple got engaged at yesterday's concert, so here's a little blurb for the since forever universe ♡ ( since forever masterlist ; harry's masterlist )

"You've stolen the show!" Harry yelled, surprised as he looked at the couple. "I've been standing here for an hour but you guys stole the show in fifteen seconds!"

He pretends to be offended, walking around the stage grabbing the wire of his microphone, when he barely hears:

"When is your turn?!"

He turns to the side he was yelled at, and puts a hand on his hip. "When is my turn?" He laughs, blushing. "I've been committed to the same person since I was a kid, not having a ring or a legal paper doesn't mean the opposite!"

The audience explodes into screams, and he looks up at the VIP to see his love, who smiles and shakes her head.

She looks beautiful, with a black bodysuit and with her hair down, she doesn't have much makeup on her face, and the lights shine in her eyes, or maybe it's the love she feels for him.

"That doesn't mean I don't want another ring on my finger, though." Harry mumbles into the microphone. "Let's get on with the show, this is Canyon Moon!"

the way I'm obsessed with "and I see your face in every crowd" "chasing shadows down the grocery line" "please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere" "I thought I saw you at the bus stop, I didn't though" because Taylor just perfectly encapsulates the feeling of a loved one turning into a stranger

I like you, your eyes are full of language.

Little do You Know | OT7 | Forty Six

Pair: Bangtan (ot7) x f!reader 

Summary: In a world where idols and actors can’t date, whether it be because of contracts, lack of time, or the dangers that involve having your personal life leaked, the market opened up for a new work field. Playmate Agencies emerged to supply the entertainment world with highly trained companions for hire. Bangtan is looking for new playmates. And you just happen to be the one all of them choose. 

Genre: Fluff, angst, smut, playmate au, idol au. 

Chapter warnings: SMUT 3/7 lol!! One more for the ‘in love’ list. 

WC: 3.3k

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When Hoseok invited you to come along with him on a winter outing, you didn’t know what to expect. So you were pleasantly surprised when he drove the two of you to the Gyeongbokgung Palace that Tuesday morning. The place was a splash of history right in the middle of Seoul, and it did blow your mind thinking royalty actually used to live there many and many years ago. 

You were both dressed warmly and had boots on your feet, which made walking around the grounds of the palace a lot easier. Hoseok was looking really cute today, the epitome of what ARMY used to call ‘boyfriend material’. With a gray hoodie, a black jacket on top, and even a baker boy hat. He had one of his many polaroid cameras hanging around his neck and every now and again he’d ask you to pose a certain way or another to capture the moment forever in a picture. 

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🥺🥺🥺🥺 cute cute cute

TEXTS BETWEEN PRINCE HARRY AND SF!Y/N (2014)

this is... horrible. | anterior part here.

HARRY'S MASTERLIST | SINCE FOREVER UNIVERSE

harry: I miss you ☹️

yn: drop the phone and go sing, you're in the middle of a concert.

harry: Wanna go on stage? 😀

yn: No.

yn: harry i swear to god

yn: WHY ARE YOU COMING TO MY SIDE OF THE STAGE

yn: HARRY NO

━━━━━━━

yn: where are u

harry: Niall's room.

harry: Everything alright baby?

yn: yes!

yn: it's just that i didn't wanna break into the hot tub alone :(

harry: I'm omw, you better be nakeddddd :p

━━━━━━━

yn: I think it's time we have this talk.

harry: Yes I know I used up all the black nail polish, but I promise to buy you more :(

yn: we're gonna talk about that later.

yn: now

yn: I really like the way that you're letting your hair grow.

yn: you're gonna keep it? <3

harry: I'm thinking of donating it. I wanna let it grow a lot.

harry: What do you think?

yn: i think that's gonna be the death of me.

━━━━━━━

yn: Harry?

yn: you're with kendall fucking jenner?

harry: Darling

harry: Jeff thinks it's a good idea.

harry: It's just a friendship between two public people, we're just gonna drink a coffee and that's it.

harry: The whole world knows I'm yours 😚

yn: You and I are going to have a talk when you get home.

harry: Yes my love

harry: I love you. Xx.

harry: I'm scared.

━━━━━━━

yn: prince harry

harry: ?

yn: your hair looks like you're a prince

yn: prince harry :)

harry: You spend so much time on Twitter I swear.

━━━━━━━

harry: what the fuck are those screams

harry: Baby honey you're ok???!!!!!

yn: THIS FUCKING SCARY MOVIE

yn: COME DOWNSTAIRS I N E E D TO CUDDLE.

harry: YES MA'AM.

━━━━━━━

yn: my dad heard us last night

harry: WHY ALWAYS THE SAME ??????????

yn: cause you can't keep your stupid mouth shut

harry: 😌😌😌

Don’t Blame Me | sugar daddy!jungkook one-shot au

pairing: sd!jungkook x reader genre: one-shot & yandere au

summary: You can have everything you want and need as long as you have Jeon Jungkook by your side. You were enjoying everything that Jungkook gives you and as long as you’re with him. You’re sure to yourself that you will never fail him but he was the one who failed you. Everything is fine until he gets too much. 

content  & warnings: sugar daddy & ceo jk, college reader, toxic & manipulative behavior, unhealthy behavior, possessive & obsessive jk, yandere, bitchy reader, jk sabotaging reader’s career. word count: 12.9K

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disclaimer: This is pure fiction and I do not condone the acts of Jeon Jungkook in the story. All events and occurrences in here are all fictional and all are part of my imagination.

a/n: to the one who requested this, I hope you’ll like it! 

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