makin' it big (stylinson)

two

~picks up where we left off~
~receipts or it didn't happen~

harry stood up with his bag, took my hand, and led me out of the cafeteria with a cheeky mischievous giggle as we ran down the hall.

i had long since forgotten about eating lunch. the smell of him alone was intoxicating.

"mr. bennett's room should be empty. there's no lab today," i informed him and he nodded, turning to enter that classroom. i joined him and closed the door, and he immediately dropped his book bag.

"may i?" i asked, respecting the age-old rule that an alpha can't touch an omega without permission.

"mhm," harry hummed, looking at me excitedly and expectantly before i dove right in and kissed him.

my hands trailed onto his soft hips, pulling him against me as his delicate hands found my jaw. he was so fucking beautiful, and that's all i could think about as i ran my hands down his figure. i could feel his gorgeous body pressed against my own.

he pressed into me, grinding his hips with mine and moaning quietly into the kiss. my hands fell lower, hesitantly.

"is this okay, love?" i muttered quietly, pulling away to look at him. my hands gently rested on his bum as he looked at me. his lips were red and puffy, hanging open as he caught his breath. then he sort of smiled.

"have you seen yourself? bending me over and railing me to death on the teachers desk would be okay," the omega replied, dead serious whilst staring into my eyes. my breath hitched and he pressed his crotch to my mine again with a lazy smirk, making me lose my fucking mind.

"holy shit. okay," i replied, and was cut off by his lips on mine again, eager and determined. he pulled away momentarily to lock the classroom door, then pulled us over to the teachers desk.

i didn't think twice before i pulled his shirt off, taking in the beautiful omega's body and placing a hand on the side of his tubby belly. somehow the rest of him still remained skinny, as this belly was just rapidly getting rounder and cuter.

thankfully, he didn't seem to notice as he yanked off my shirt. he pressed his lips to mine for a moment before undoing my belt, unzipping my pants so torturously slow, then waiting for me as i pulled and kicked them off.

then he was unbuttoning his jeans and sliding them down his long legs, before saying, "you're so fucking fit, alpha. why do you like me?"

i couldn't believe what i was hearing. was he kidding? it didn't seem like it. i was shocked that harry wanted to be with me, as beautiful and sweet as he was.

"this weight is not flattering, i apologize," the omega said out loud with a little sigh.

i was just frozen, astonished by his opinion of himself. i began to frown, knowing that's how he felt.

"don't talk like that. you're fucking gorgeous, styles," i replied, pushing him back onto the desk. he fell backwards with a giggle, propping himself up on his elbows as i kissed down his abdomen. i held his hips in my hands as i genuinely made out with his belly, sucking a hickey onto the soft skin.

"the weight looks so good on you," i told him the truth, and he kept quiet with wide forest green eyes, allowing me to continue.

apparently the rumors about omegas being soft were true. especially harry. his skin was silky smooth, like butter, and i just wanted to run my hands all over him. so i did.

"so. fucking. beautiful," i muttered, trailing my hands all down his hips and thighs. then up his chest, giving his nipples some attention. i ran a hand down his belly and kissed his hips, basically fucking worshipping him, before i yanked down his boxers. his bare, rock hard erection was unveiled before i yanked down my briefs, and he watched closely as i crawled over him. he was wide eyed and eager as he pulled me down onto him, our faces inches apart.

"anything looks good on you. even me," i joked, and he grinned a little before he attached our lips again.

his hand was off elsewhere, digging around in his pants to the side of us. finally he pulled away and held a condom between our faces. he opened it quickly with his teeth before groping me, and sliding it on me.

"your soldier is prepared for battle," he commented, and i genuinely burst out laughing. he covered my mouth with his hand, as he pumped my member slowly. my laugh turned into a low moan, muted by his palm.

i looked down, before lifting his legs and entering him, immediately pounding into him and feeling his heavy breaths along my face as he held in his moans.

"fuck," he said breathily, as his hands held onto my back, "wreck me, tomlinson." i used one arm to prop myself over the omega as i found my pace. i changed angles, quite determined, and was smiling when i heard him whimper and his voice falter.

eventually i felt his nails digging into the skin on my back as his legs trembled, a soft moan finally coming from him.

i getting was pretty close too, for a virgin that had never done this before. my stamina was alright from years of doing this by myself.

he seemed way more experienced than me, despite being younger. he was obviously much more comfortable with his sexuality.

"right there," he whined, and i was railing into him as the desk shook underneath him, "shit." i looked down to see his tummy bouncing at the impact, sending me over the edge.

he came right after, moaning my name.