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Harry stares into the mirror, taking slow, steady breaths to try to calm his racing heart.
This is it. He’s going to be mated.
He brushes his hands down his slip dress, smoothing over the translucent white fabric.
It’s a traditional omega mating dress, with a lace edging his mother allowed him to pick out himself. It ends mid-way down his thigh, the most revealing item of clothing he’s ever owned, and flows gracefully whenever he twists his body. It makes him feel pretty.
He adjusts the straps of his lace bra for the fourth time.
Harry bites his lower lip as he appraises himself in the mirror. His hair has remained in the ringlets it was put in for the wedding this morning, his white lace bra and panties are visible through his slip dress, and his cheeks are flushed an attractive pink. He looks like a pure, pretty, obedient omega.
Louis has always been kind and gentle with me, Harry reminds himself. There’s no need to be so nervous.
He opens the door of the en-suite and steps into the bedroom.
Louis is sitting on the edge of the bed, still in his shirt and trousers from the wedding ceremony, and still the most handsome alpha Harry has ever laid his eyes on. Louis’ gaze drags slowly over Harry’s body, and Harry fights the urge to cover himself up.
“Look at you, darling,” Louis says. “Absolutely gorgeous.”
A tentative smile spreads across Harry’s face. “Thank you, Alpha,” he mumbles.
It’s the first time an alpha has seen him so exposed, and Harry doesn’t really know what to do with himself. He stands in the doorway, head ducked down and blushing under Louis’ intense gaze.
“Come here, sweetheart,” Louis says, his voice gentle. Harry walks over to stand between Louis’ legs, watching his feet sink into the plush carpet with each step. “Look at me.” Louis hooks a finger under Harry’s chin, tilting his face up.
Three months ago, when Harry’s father had informed him he’d be meeting the alpha he was betrothed to, Harry had worried about so many things. He’d worried that his future alpha would be harsh, or unattractive, or wouldn’t like him. Looking back, he knows now that he needn’t have been so nervous. He meets Louis’ gaze and he knows that Louis will take care of him.
Louis’ hand settles on Harry’s hip, making him draw in a sharp breath. No alpha has ever touched him there before.
Louis curls his other hand around the back of Harry’s neck, and drags him down for a kiss.
Their first kiss, standing at the altar this afternoon, had been a brief press of lips. Louis’ hand had been firm on Harry’s jaw, butterflies flitting about Harry’s stomach, the cheers of their wedding guests surrounding them.
Harry’s second kiss is like a firework. Sparks spread through his body, down to the very tips of his fingers. Instinct overtakes him, his mouth moving against Louis’ without thought, eyes slipping closed. Louis’ lips are soft and he tastes like wine, sweet and bitter, his tongue dipping into Harry’s mouth.
Louis’ hand slides up into Harry’s hair and grips, firm. Harry curls his toes into the carpet, feeling his whole body tingle.
When they break apart it takes Harry a moment to open his eyes. Their scents swirl in the air, utterly intoxicating, Louis’ rich, woodsy scent combining with Harry’s floral. Louis looks so handsome, his eyes a bright blue, his lips curved in a smirk.
“Aren’t you just a lovely little thing,” Louis murmurs. “Gonna be so good for me, aren’t you?”
They were only permitted to see each other a handful of times before the wedding, and always supervised, but Harry already knows he’s in love. Louis is everything he could wish for in an alpha; strong and kind and strikingly attractive, and funny, too, making Harry laugh in a distinctly un-ladylike way that has earned him a harsh glare from his mother on more than one occasion.
Louis is perfect, and Harry wants to be the absolute best omega possible for his alpha.
“Yes, Alpha. Want to be good for you.”
Louis settles both his hands on Harry’s hips, thumbs rubbing circles against his skin through the material of his slip dress.
“Have you ever touched yourself before, Harry?” Louis asks.
Harry’s eyes widen in shock. He shakes his head, quickly looking away, embarrassed to be talking about such a thing. “No, Alpha, never. I’m pure, I promise.”
“It’s okay if you have, sweetheart. I wouldn’t be mad.” Louis draws Harry’s gaze back to him with a finger under his chin. “Be honest with me. It’s important for me to know.”
“Um, well, my first heat I must have, um, you know.” Harry feels heat rising to his cheeks, and fights the urge to look away from Louis again. “But my memories from my first heat are hazy and I’ve been on suppressants since. I’ve– other than my first heat, I’ve never, um, never touched myself, Alpha.”
Louis watches him critically for a moment before nodding. He leans in and presses a kiss to Harry’s jaw. “You’re just a dream come true, darling,” he says in Harry’s ear. “My perfect omega, gonna learn to rely on Alpha for your pleasure. Only ever gonna know my touch.”
“Only you,” Harry says, warmth spreading through him from the praise.
Louis tucks a curl behind Harry’s ear, and then all of a sudden he’s pulling Harry into his lap by the grip on his hips. Harry lets out an embarrassing little squeak, clutching at Louis shoulders as he’s tugged onto the bed, straddling Louis with his knees pressed into the mattress.
“Not the most graceful, are you, love?” Louis says with a chuckle.
Harry avoids Louis’ gaze, staring at the wall instead. Already he’s not good enough for his alpha, and the night has barely begun. “Sorry,” he mumbles.
“Oh, sweetheart, I didn’t mean it in a bad way.” Louis’ hands slide from his hips to the small of his back, pressing them even closer. “It’s quite endearing, really.”
“Oh,” Harry says. Louis’ looking at him with a twinkle of amusement in his eye, but Harry can tell he’s not making fun of him. “Okay.”
“Now come here.”
And then they’re kissing again, and Louis’ hands are roaming over his body, sliding up his back and then down again, making Harry shiver. Louis’ body is warm against his, and he smells like alpha, deep and woodsy and wonderful. Harry thinks he could kiss Louis for hours, would never get bored of this feeling, of the way it sends sparks through his body.
He lets his hands trail slowly along Louis’ shoulders and then to his arms, resting lightly on the strong muscle. The kiss gets wetter, deeper, more passionate, and a soft sound of pleasure releases from Harry’s throat. Harry didn’t even know he could make sounds like that.
Louis leans back from the kiss, and then pulls away entirely. Harry blinks at him, confused.
“Up you get,” Louis says, patting his hip. “Let me look at you.”
Harry stumbles to his feet. His mating dress is crumpled now, but he tries to smooth down the material, wanting to look perfect for his alpha.
Louis remains sat on the bed, his thighs spread wide, exuding an air of absolute authority. “Take it off for me, sweetheart. Want you in just your pretty lingerie.”
Harry nods and grips the hem of his slip dress, biting his lower lip. He takes off his dress quickly, doesn’t let himself overthink it, exposing his skin to the cool air.
Harry shivers a little as Louis’ gaze trails over his body.
“Gorgeous, darling,” Louis says, and then beckons Harry to him with a finger.
Harry walks towards him, his heart fluttering wildly in his chest. Louis rests both hands on his waist, positioning him to stand between Louis’ spread legs. His alpha’s hands slide up his sides until they’re cupping his breasts over the bra. Harry inhales sharply, biting at his lower lip.
“Lovely little tits,” Louis murmurs, and brushes his thumb over Harry’s nipple. It sends a spark of arousal through Harry’s body.
Louis slowly pulls down the white lace material of Harry’s bra, until Harry’s breast pops out of it. He gently squeezes Harry’s breast, then pinches his nipple, making Harry gasp. Louis does the same on the other side, so that Harry’s standing with his breasts exposed, spilling out of his bra. Harry can’t take his eyes off the sight.
Then Louis leans in and sucks Harry’s nipple into his mouth. A noise falls from Harry’s lips, unbidden, and his hands fly to Louis’ hair without thought. It’s a sensation unlike any other, unlike anything Harry could have imagined. He feels a tingling between his legs, feels himself getting wet.
Louis pulls off with a wet sound and grins at Harry slyly. “Sensitive here, hmm?”
Louis squeezes his breasts, then ducks down to suck harshly at the soft flesh. Harry bites his lip, his fingers curling in Louis’ hair.
When Louis pulls back there’s a red mark forming on Harry’s breast, just beside his nipple. Louis surveys it, looking pleased.
Then he pulls Harry’s bra back up, adjusting his breasts until they’re fully covered by the material again. He gropes them once more, harder than before. Louis leans back, his lips curving up in a smirk. Harry can feel that his cheeks are flushed, and can smell a hint of his own slick in the air.
“Turn for me, darling,” Louis says. Harry does as he’s told. “Now lean forwards just a little and put your hands on your knees.”
The position has his bum sticking out towards Louis. When Louis’ hand lands on his upper thigh, Harry jumps. Louis chuckles behind him, but gives him a gentle slap. “Be still,” he admonishes.
“Sorry, Alpha,” Harry whispers.
Louis grabs a handful of Harry’s arse, squeezing and massaging the flesh. He pulls Harry’s cheeks apart, then hooks a finger under his white panties and pulls those to the side too. Harry flushes with embarrassment. He stands there, exposed, his alpha staring right at the most private part of him.
“What a pretty pussy,” Louis says, a hint of a growl slipping into his voice.
Louis lets go of Harry’s panties so that he’s covered again, given some semblance of modesty. Then he feels Louis’ finger slide over his panties, rubbing right over his pussy. He gasps, the touch sending an electrifying shock through his body, getting him a wet. His small omega cock is hard now, from the combination of Louis’ touch on his breasts and between his legs. It’s visible through his panties, and aching to be touched.
Louis has him straighten up and turn back around. His gaze drops to Harry’s cock but he doesn’t comment on it, doesn’t touch it. He just looks at Harry, a smirk curling the edge of his lips.
“Now on your knees, darling.”
Harry drops to the floor obediently.
“Have you ever seen an alpha cock before?”
Harry shakes his head. Suddenly his palms are sweating. He glances between Louis’ face and Louis’ crotch, where there’s an obvious bulge in his trousers.
Louis undoes his belt, chucking it off to the side, and then unzips his trousers. Harry’s mouth drops open just a little bit when Louis pulls out his cock.
Harry can’t take his eyes off it; it’s way bigger than his omega cock. He has no clue how he’s going to fit that inside him.
“Come closer, sweetheart,” Louis says, stroking his cock. It’s hard and huge and then suddenly it’s in Harry’s face. He’s not really sure why Louis wants him kneeling like this, rather than getting into the mating position. He clenches his hands on his thighs, intensely aware of how he’s wearing nothing but lingerie, his body exposed, while Louis is still fully dressed.
“Give it a kiss.”
Harry stares up at Louis in shock. But Louis looks entirely serious, just raises an eyebrow at Harry expectantly.
So Harry leans in and kisses the tip of his cock.
“There you go, love. And again, just like that.”
Louis holds his cock at the base and Harry kisses it again, for a little longer this time. Louis’ skin is warm under his lips, and his scent is divine here, so strong and intensely alpha.
“Now a lick, darling.”
Harry’s not so shocked by the command this time. He leans in without hesitation, and licks the tip of Louis’ cock.
“Moons above,” Louis mutters, and he sounds a little bit in awe. “Lick it all over, get it nice and wet.”
Harry does as he’s told, giving little licks all along the length of Louis’ cock, like a kitten lapping at milk. He likes this, he thinks, likes being able to serve his alpha in this way, how intimate it feels.
He licks the tip again and gets a burst of saltiness on his tongue. He pulls back in surprise, not sure if he did something wrong.
“What’s wrong, darling?”
Harry glances up, fiddling with his fingers in his lap, cheeks hot. “Just, um, I tasted… um… I don’t– I don’t know if…”
Louis chuckles at him, but not in a mean way. “That’s precum, sweetheart. Means you’re doing a good job.” He slides his hand around the back of Harry’s neck and pushes him down again, before Harry has a chance to respond.
Harry obediently goes back to licking Louis’ cock, pleased now that he knows he must be doing something right. He starts getting braver, giving longer, wetter licks. Louis groans appreciatively above him.
“Okay, enough teasing,” Louis says, even though Harry’s not sure how his actions were teasing. “Now, be careful not to touch it with your teeth, and give it a suck.”
Oh. Harry pauses. He feels so unprepared for this; why did nobody tell him you’re supposed to put your mouth on your alpha’s cock? He flicks his eyes up to Louis briefly, but Louis doesn’t say anything more, so Harry closes his lips around the tip of Louis’ cock and sucks.
Louis lets out a rough exhale, his legs spreading a little wider. Harry looks up at him and sucks again.
One of Louis’ hands tangles in Harry’s hair and pushes him down, makes him take more of his cock into his mouth. “That’s it,” Louis says, firm and commanding. “Take it.”
Harry does. He takes Louis’ cock deeper into his mouth, keeps sucking as Louis pulls him back up by the grip in his hair, almost all the way off his cock, before pushing him back down again.
Soon he understands what he needs to do, moving up and down Louis’ cock and sucking as he goes. He kneels with his alpha’s cock in his mouth, the room filled with obscene noises that make Harry blush.
“Just like that. Perfect for me, with those big eyes and pretty lips.”
Louis buries both hands in Harry’s hair, gently guiding Harry up and down his cock at the right pace. Harry settles into the feeling, his eyes drifting closed, happy knowing he’s pleasuring his alpha. He revels in the rare bursts of bitter saltiness on his tongue, knowing he’s doing a good job.
He has to pull off for a moment to catch his breath, but he quickly takes Louis’ cock back in, sucking and being careful not to touch it with his teeth.
“By the gods, you were made to suck cock, darling.”
Harry’s fingers curl against his thighs, a pleasant shiver running down his body. It sounds dirty, sucking cock, but the raspy timbre of Louis’ voice is accompanied by a clear lust that makes Harry suspect being dirty like this, for your alpha, isn’t such a bad thing.
Louis brushes away the curls that have fallen into Harry’s eyes. Harry looks up at him, catalogues the way Louis’ cheeks are a little pink, how he’s breathing a little more heavily than before.
“That’s it, sweetheart, eyes on me. You’re gonna learn to worship my cock, gonna ask for it every day, aren’t you?”
It must be a rhetorical question, Harry thinks, because Louis pushes Harry down, further than before. Harry relaxes into it and tries to take Louis in deeper.
But then Louis’ cock hits the back of his throat and Harry gags, can’t help himself, and he panics suddenly that he can’t breathe. Louis lets him pull off, and Harry coughs, inelegant and unattractive.
“Sorry,” he says, between coughs.
“It’s alright, love, you’re just learning. One day you’ll be able to take me all the way down. Not today, though.”
Harry nods, grateful to have such an understanding alpha.
“Give it one last kiss, sweetheart. That’s all you’re gonna get for now.”
Harry leans back in and gives Louis’ cock a wet kiss. There’s spit dripping down his chin, he realises as he pulls back. He hurriedly wipes it off.
“Lovely boy,” Louis says, stroking a hand through Harry’s hair. Harry leans into the soothing touch and gazes up at his alpha. “What do you say when Alpha gives you his cock, darling?”
“Thank you?” Harry says, hoping it’s what Louis wanted to hear. He knows he got it right when he sees Louis’ lips curve up at the corner, just a little. “Thank you, Alpha.”
“Good boy.” Louis gives his ear a playful little tug. “Up you get, now.”
Harry gets to his feet, his knees aching and a bit stiff. On the bed, Louis’ already taken off his trousers and underwear, and is now undoing the buttons of his shirt, one by one. Harry can’t take his eyes off of him, his gaze fixed on each new sliver of skin exposed.
Louis chucks his shirt off the side of the bed and beckons Harry to him with a finger. His chest looks firm, dusted with hair, and his strong arm muscles flex when he moves. Harry drinks in the sight, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.
Louis pushes the duvet to the side and gestures for Harry to lay down on the mattress. “On your back, darling.”
Harry lays down, resting his head on a pillow and staring up at Louis. The nerves are starting to kick in now, his palms sweating and heart pounding at the thought that he’s about to be mated.
Louis pushes Harry’s legs apart with gentle hands and settles between his thighs. Harry can’t help but blush, feeling exposed. “Gorgeous, darling,” Louis murmurs, and then he’s gripping Harry’s waist and leaning down and kissing him, right above the waistline of his panties.
Harry inhales sharply; it’s as though the touch of Louis’ lips sends a spark directly to his cock and pussy. “Alpha,” he mumbles, not sure what else to say.
Harry clenches his fingers in the bedsheets as Louis begins trailing kisses all along Harry’s hips. He can’t stop the little gasps escaping his mouth, his hips twitching in Louis’ hold.
“Can smell how wet you are,” Louis says. He rubs his fingers over Harry’s panties, directly over his pussy. A whine falls from Harry’s hips, his legs falling open even wider. “Gods, you’re fucking desperate for it, aren’t you?”
Harry doesn’t know if he’s meant to respond, doesn’t know how he should respond. Is being desperate a bad thing? Luckily, Louis continues speaking without waiting for an answer. “We’re gonna have a lot of fun together, sweetheart. I can promise you that.” He pulls the crotch of Harry’s panties to the side, and runs a finger over his bare skin, making Harry shudder. “Such a lovely pussy. Gonna be so tight.”
Then he shuffles back and pulls Harry’s panties off completely. Harry feels vulnerable, unsure of himself and what’s to come. All he can do is follow Louis’ lead. He bites his lip, eyeing Louis nervously and closing his legs so that his private parts are hidden from view.
Louis slaps his thigh, hard. “Legs open, omega.”
Harry obeys quickly, heart racing. Louis seems to sense that he’s feeling nervous, though, because he catches Harry’s gaze and smiles kindly. “No need to be anxious. I’m gonna take care of you. Okay?”
“Okay,” Harry says.
“Good boy.” Louis slides his hands down Harry’s legs, until his thumbs are pressing into the soft, sensitive skin of his inner thigh. “Just relax for me.”
Harry tries his best to relax, wanting to be good for his alpha. Louis seems to know exactly what he needs, because he leans down to suck and kiss across Harry’s hips, and Harry finds himself overwhelmed with the sensation, his worries pushed to the back of his mind.
“Touch your tits for me, sweetheart. Pinch your nipples,” Louis instructs. Harry quickly does so, slipping the straps of his bra off his shoulders so he can access his breasts. Louis watches, his thumbs rubbing circles over the skin of Harry’s inner thigh, his lips brushing over Harry’s navel.
When Harry pinches his nipple he actually gasps out loud. Louis grins up at him wickedly.
Harry’s eyes slip closed as he plays with his tits, and Louis begins sucking and nibbling at one spot on his inner thigh. By the time Louis pulls away, Harry is so wet that he can feel his slick dripping down to his arse, the scent permeating the air.
He opens his eyes to see a bruise forming where Louis’ mouth had been. Louis presses a finger against the sensitive flesh. “Gonna keep you marked up all the time. So you’ll always look like you belong to me,” Louis says.
“Yes,” Harry says, his voice breathy. “I’m yours.”
Louis tells Harry to take off his bra, and Harry does, letting it fall to the floor beside the bed. He’s spread out naked in front of his Alpha, and Louis’ gaze roams over his body, hungry.
Harry bites at his lower lip and waits for Louis’ instruction.
Louis moves forwards, hovering over Harry’s body and dipping his head down to kiss him. Harry kisses him back eagerly, tries to lose himself in the sensation, his hands coming to rest on Louis’ back. Louis gropes his tits with one hand and nips at Harry’s lower lip, and Harry moans, arching his chest up into Louis’ touch.
“There we go,” Louis says, his voice soothing. “Nice and ready for me.” When he pulls back, Harry lifts his head off the pillow, trying to chase after Louis’ lips. Louis laughs at him softly. “Into the mating position, omega.”
Harry’s heart stutters in his chest. This is it. He’s going to be mated by his alpha, his husband. “Yes, Alpha,” he says, his voice coming out quiet. He turns around, settling on his knees and forearms, forehead pressed into the pillow. His heart hammers in his chest.
“Arch your back for me, sweetheart,” Louis says from behind him. “There you go, just like that. Perfect.” Louis’ hand rubs over his arse and lower back, gentle.
And then there’s the feeling of something – it must be Louis’ cock – sliding through the wetness of Harry’s pussy. Harry can’t stop himself from clenching up.
“You need to relax for me,” Louis says, and Harry tries, he really does, but he can feel Louis’ cock pressing against his hole, and he remembers how big it had been in his mouth, and he has no idea how it’s going to manage to fit inside.
A slap lands on his arse, and he jumps, instinctively. “Harry,” Louis says, voice stern. “Relax.”
“I– sorry, Alpha,” Harry mumbles. He takes a deep breath, clenching his eyes shut. Relax, relax, relax. Make it good for Alpha. He manages to release some of the tension from his muscles, and spreads his legs a little wider in the hopes it might help.
And then Louis starts pressing his cock into Harry’s hole.
It hurts. A short, high-pitched noise releases from Harry’s throat. He hadn’t expected it to hurt. Instinctively his body tries to move away, but one of Louis’ hands grips him tightly by the hips and stops him from moving.
“Stay still, sweetheart. Shh, you can do it. Be good for me,” Louis soothes. He pushes even further in, and Harry clenches his eyes shut tight. “You’re gonna take me all in one go. None of that nonsense about pulling out half way through.”
He keeps pressing inside, exceedingly slowly but never stopping. Tears prick at Harry’s eyes.
“Fuck,” Louis says. “Gods, you’re so tight.” His fingers dig into Harry’s hip, not letting him pull away. “I’m the first one to ever get inside you, aren’t I? The first one to stretch this little hole.”
“Ye-yes, Alpha,” Harry replies, voice wobbly. He tries to relax his muscles but he can’t, not when there’s an alpha’s huge cock stretching him open. It’s too much, too much for him to handle, and he can’t stop himself from crying out. “Please Alpha, please wait– Alpha, I– I can’t.”
“Shush, sweetheart. You can. Just take it.”
Louis stops pushing in for a moment, and Harry thinks mayb e he’s going to pull out, but he doesn’t. Instead, his hand presses down on Harry’s shoulders, gentle but firm, until Harry’s elbows give out and he falls face first into the pillow, his back stretching into a deeper arch.
“Just like that,” Louis says, “fucking take it.” And then both his hands are gripping Harry’s hips, and he’s pushing in again, and Harry sobs. His body instinctively tries to pull away but he doesn’t have any leverage in this position, and Louis’ hands on his hips hold him firmly in place.
The press of Louis’ cock into him feels endless, stretching him more than he ever thought possible, but eventually Louis stops. Harry can feel Louis’ hips pressed up against his arse. “That’s it, darling, there you go,” Louis murmurs. “That’s all of me.”
Harry mind fills with relief, and with it his muscles relax a little bit, and some of the pain actually eases. Louis seems to be able to feel it. “Yeah, good boy. It’ll hurt less if you relax for me.”
Harry understands now why Louis’ been telling him to relax, and the more he focuses on unclenching his muscles, the more the pain eases. Louis is patient with him, stroking soothing hands up and down his back.
It hits Harry all of a sudden: he’s been mated. He’s officially a mated omega. His chest fills with pride. Louis starts pulling out, slowly, and Harry breathes a sigh of relief that the mating is over.
Except, just when Harry thinks Louis’ going to pull his cock out completely, he thrusts it back in, all the way to the hilt. Harry cries out, the force of the thrust rocking his whole body forwards. “Wha–what are you– Alpha–”
“Shhh, darling, you’re okay. You just stay still and be good for me. The hardest part is over.”
And then Louis does it again, pulling out only to thrust back in. It doesn’t hurt as much as it had with the first push, but Harry’s hole still hurts, still feels stretched too much, too tight. Louis sets up a rhythm, thrusting in and out of Harry at a steady pace, and Harry can do nothing but take it, stretched and aching from his alpha’s cock.
Louis’ hands come to rest on his upper back, pressing his chest down into the mattress as he starts fucking Harry harder. It forces Harry’s back into an even deeper arch than before, and prevents him from moving at all, holding him in place as he’s pounded into.
“Alpha, alpha,” Harry sobs, unsure what to say but needing to say something. The pressure of Louis pushing down on his back compresses his lungs, and Harry finds himself panting, face turned sideways, cheek mushed into the pillow.
“Fucking perfect, presenting for me like a good little whore. So fucking tight,” Louis says, a hint of a growl slipping into his voice. “You’re mine, aren’t you? All for me.”
Harry tries to reply but he can barely get enough breath in, certainly isn’t capable of forming words. The room fills with the sound of Louis’ hips slapping against his arse, fast and hard, jostling Harry’s whole body with each thrust.
One of Louis’ hands slides up into his hair, gripping his curls tightly and making Harry cry out.
“Fucking take it,” Louis growls.
Harry sobs and gives in to it, his body going slack. Harry realises, as his body relaxes further, that the stretch has stopped hurting, that his body is taking Louis’ cock without the same pain that was there before. There’s an ache, still, and the sensation of being filled by something far too big, but there’s also, unexpectedly, the beginnings of pleasure with each thrust.
“Gods, I can smell you getting wetter.” Louis leans down so his lips are brushing Harry’s ear, cock still pounding into him. The change in angle brings with it stronger waves of pleasure, making Harry gasp. “Who would’ve thought all it takes is a big alpha cock to turn a pure, respectable omega like you into such a little slut,” Louis growls right into Harry’s ear.
Harry’s whole body shudders. He knows he should protest to being called a slut, especially an omega of his upbringing and social class, but he’s too overwhelmed by sensation – the ache and the stretch and the pleasure – to speak.
Louis fucks him hard, his mouth brushing against the sensitive skin on the side of Harry’s neck. Harry’s eyes slip closed as he breathes shallowly through slightly parted lips. He can feel Louis’ chest pressed against his back, firm and strong. He can smell Louis’ distinct scent, an intoxicating combination of wooded forests and pine cones, and so intensely alpha.
Louis slows the pace after a while, pulling away from where he had been pressed up against Harry’s back and returning instead to kneeling behind him. Louis thrusts into him smoothly, leisurely, rubbing a hand up and down Harry’s spine. The feel of Louis’ warm hand stroking across his back is soothing, and pulls a content sigh from Harry’s lips.
After a few calming back rubs, Louis’ hand begins to trail lower, down between Harry’s arse cheeks. Relax, Harry reminds himself. His eyes are still closed, his cheek still mushed against the pillow. The slower pace of thrusts is starting to feel really good, filling Harry’s body with a warm, building pleasure.
Then Louis’ finger presses against Harry’s hole. Harry freezes. Surely Louis’ not going to try to get a finger in, alongside his huge cock?
“You take me so well,” Louis says. His finger rubs against the stretched skin, but thankfully never tries to press inside. “A natural little cockslut, aren’t you? Just made to take my cock.”
Harry’s chest warming at the praise, at the fact that he’s pleased his alpha.
A sudden stinging slap lands against his arse. Harry yelps.
“Aren’t you?” Louis repeats, expectantly, clearly demanding a response.
“Yes, yes, Alpha. I’m– I’m made for you cock.”
“That’s right, sweetheart. Your tight little hole is perfect for me,” Louis says.
“Th-thank you, Alpha.”
Louis chuckles behind him. “What a polite omega,” he says. Both Louis’ hands come to settle on Harry’s hips, gripping strongly.
Suddenly he’s pounding into Harry again, each thrust so strong it jostles Harry up the bed a little. Harry can’t help but cry out, hands trying to grip at something, anything, but only managing to slide across the mattress. His back aches from holding the arched position for so long, and his hole is sore and stretched, and his omega cock is hard between his legs.
Harry’s body thrums, the painful stretch overlaid with a growing sensation of deep, satisfying, pleasure, a feeling he’d never known was possible. His panting breaths turn into a series of high-pitched, whimpering sounds, tumbling past his lips without his control.
“Look at you,” Louis pants. “Look how fucking wet you are. Who knew a virgin could be such a desperate little cockslut?”
Each strong thrust is accompanied by the sound of skin slapping against skin. Louis tilts Harry’s hips, fingers digging into his skin, and the new angle makes Harry gasp. A tingling feeling travels from his pussy to the very ends of his body, making his toes curl.
“Gonna teach you to crave this, sweetheart,” Louis growls. “Gonna be my perfect little wife, gonna beg for my alpha cock to fill you up.”
And then Louis grunts, deep and rough, his thrusts losing their rhythm. Louis presses deep inside, pulling Harry’s hips back towards him so they’re as close together as they could be.
“God, fuck,” Louis groans. Harry feels something wet and warm inside him. It must be Louis’ seed, he realises, releasing into his hole.
Harry lays on the bed, panting, overwhelmed by sensation. Louis slowly pulls out, and with it some of his seed escapes, dripping from Harry’s hole. Two fingers rub over Harry’s pussy and then press inside, and Harry whimpers, feeling unbelievably sore.
“Shh,” Louis soothes, stroking a hand up and down Harry’s thigh. “My good boy, did so well for me.”
A small smile spreads across Harry’s face at the praise; as long as he’s pleased his alpha, everything will be okay. He feels drained, entirely worn out, although his omega cock is still hard and aching between his legs.
The fingers leave his hole, and then Louis walks to stand at the side of the bed.
“Onto your back for me, darling.”
Harry turns onto his back, lying sprawled on the bed. Louis’ looking down at him with a smirk, still entirely naked. Harry takes in the sight of him, feeling so lucky to have such a handsome alpha.
Louis raises two fingers up. They’re coated in a white substance Harry’s never seen before. It hits him suddenly that this must be Louis’ seed, that it must have coated his fingers when they were in Harry’s hole.
“Open up, omega.”
Is he… is he meant to eat his alpha’s seed? Harry opens his mouth tentatively, his gaze flicking between Louis’ face and his fingers.
Louis must sense the question in Harry’s expression, because he explains, “It’s thought to help with fertility if you swallow your alpha’s seed regularly. It gets your body used to it, so you’re more receptive when we’re trying to conceive.”
And then Louis’ fingers are in his mouth, and Harry closes his lips around the digits and sucks off Louis’ cum. It doesn’t taste very nice – quite bitter and salty – but he swallows it down obediently.
The unpleasant taste must show on his face, because Louis chuckles a little. “I know it doesn’t taste the best. But you get used to it over time. Most omegas start enjoying it after a while.”
Harry nods as Louis withdraws his fingers from Harry’s mouth. “Thank you, Alpha,” he says.
Louis strokes his clean hand through Harry’s hair. “Aren’t you just the most perfect little wife, hmm? So polite for me.” Louis’ hand trails down to Harry’s breast and pinches his nipple. Harry gasps out loud, his hole clenching. “So pure, and pretty, and obedient,” Louis says.
A wave of pleasure runs through Harry’s body.
“What have we here, hmm?” Louis’ spit-slick hand trails over Harry’s little cock, which is hard and flushed pink. A high-pitched whine emerges from Harry’s throat, and his hips buck up without his control. Louis slaps his hip, gently. “You stay nice and still while Alpha plays with you,” he says, tone commanding.
“Yes, Alpha. Sorry, Alpha,” Harry whispers.
Louis goes back to stroking lightly over Harry’s cock, while his other hand gropes at Harry’s breasts. It feels like nothing Harry’s ever felt before, sparks of pleasure travelling through his body, lighting him up from the inside out.
“Other than your first heat, have you ever had an orgasm, Harry?”
“N–No, Alpha.”
“And do you remember the orgasms you had during your first heat?” Harry’s cock is much smaller than Louis’, but Louis still seems to know what to do. He wraps his fingers around Harry’s cock, gripping it and starting to stroke more firmly.
“Not really. Um, my memories of my heat are– are quite hazy.”
“That’s good, that’s so good, Harry.”
Harry moans out load. He can feel his heart pounding, his breaths coming faster and faster. His hands grip the bedsheets tightly as he fights the urge to rock his hips up into Louis’ touch.
“From now on, your orgasms belong to me, do you understand?”
“Yes, Alpha.”
“Repeat it back to me.”
“My orgasms belong– belong to you,” Harry gasps.
“Good. Good boy.” He strokes Harry’s cock faster and a high-pitched whine releases from Harry’s throat. Harry can feel tension building in his body, his pleasure growing stronger and stronger.
“Your body is for me to play with. You don’t touch yourself without my permission. You don’t orgasm without my permission. Understood?”
“Yes, Alpha. I– I understand.”
“Are you about to come, Harry?”
Harry throws his head back against the pillow. His chest rises and falls with each panting breath. “I– I think, maybe, but, um– I don’t know, Alpha, I never, um, I never–”
“That’s okay, sweetheart, you’re okay. I can tell you’re getting close. It’s not going to hurt, I promise. You don’t have to worry.” Louis pinches Harry’s nipple, hard, and Harry cries out, his back arching. “But what do you have to ask, sweetheart, before you can come?”
It takes Harry a moment to process the words. But then he’s crying out, “please– please, Alpha. Can I– can I come?”
“Good boy. Go ahead, darling. You can come.”
Louis’ grip around his cock tightens and his strokes speed up. Harry can’t stop his hips from jerking, his mouth falling open and releasing little half-moans with every breath. His eyes clench shut as the pleasure builds and builds and then explodes, suddenly, like reaching the top of a cliff and falling off the edge, soaring through the sky.
“There you go, darling. Look at you, so pretty for me. That’s it,” Louis says gently, stroking Harry’s cock as it releases a small amount of clear fluid.
Just as the sensations become too much, Louis takes his hand away. He starts rubbing over Harry’s thighs and flushed chest, slow and soothing.
“Thank you, Alpha,” Harry says. Louis smiles down at him with kind eyes.
Then Louis clambers into bed, pulling Harry into his arms and pressing him close, intertwining their legs. “Time for cuddles,” he announces.
Harry breathes in deeply, delighting in the way their combined scents fill the air. He snuggles into Louis’ hold, face pressed against Louis’ strong chest. A warm feeling of joy and satiety fills his body; he’s been mated, he’s pleased his alpha, he’s performed his duty as an omega. He’s being held by his kind, wonderful husband, in the bed they now share. He couldn’t be happier.
Louis’ hand starts stroking through Harry’s hair, gentle and soothing. Harry’s eyes flutter shut and, without even realising, he starts to purr.
Louis’ hand pauses in its motion. “Are you… purring?”
“Oh, um, sorry. I purr, sometimes. I know it’s not very common–”
“No, don’t worry, darling. I like it, it’s very sweet.”
“Oh… okay.”
Louis chuckles, and starts stroking his hair again. “My sweet little omega,” he murmurs. “You purr all you want, darling.”
“Okay,” Harry whispers.
He presses even closer to Louis’ body, bare skin against bare skin, and he drifts to sleep, purring happily.