frat alpha harry (a/o/b)

harry's whiney at his frat's christmas party

"Harry, stop it—"

"It's itchy!"

"Your frat is the one that decided to have an ugly sweater party—"

"I'm not the one that came up with that, it was all Niall—"

"Okay!" Y/N hisses, letting out a frustrated sigh as her hands hit her thighs. Before finding Harry, she never knew frats were so into the holidays, but apparently, an ugly sweater party was an absolute must-have for the first weekend of December. It was paramount that Harry participated, but now, less than an hour in, he was being whiney and acting like a puppy because the sweater he picked out felt too itchy on his skin.

(A few days ago, he dragged Y/N to the mall to look for the perfect options. After going to five stores, he finally settled on a bright red one with kittens on the front. At first, Y/N was fine with her pick — it had funny little ribbons and tiny bells on it — but then Harry decided playing with the bells was fun, even if they landed directly on her nipples.)

"Just let me change," he pouts, crossing his arms over his chest like a stubborn child.

"Fine! If it means you'll stop being a mouthy little pup, you can do whatever you want!"

Y/N turns on her heel and goes to grab the doorknob to Harry's room, prepared to traipse back downstairs to hang out with the rest of the party, when she feels herself getting yanked back. It takes a moment for her to realize that it's Harry's hand on her hip pulling her back to his chest. She should've known her comment would set him off — alphas had such fragile egos, it was far too easy to rile him up.

"What did you call me?" he mutters into the shell of her ear.

"A mouthy little pup," she replies with a shrug, turning around and pressing her hands to his chest. "That's what you're acting like, anyway."

"I'm your alpha, Y/N, I'm not a pup."

"Mm, and yet, I don't have the bite mark to prove it," she murmurs with a knowing smirk. Mating has been on both of their minds lately, something that comes out in moments of high sexual tension and realistic discussions about their future.

Quickly, before he has a chance to rip her clothes off, she backs out of his grasp, heading backwards for the door.

"See you back down there, puppy."