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The day is extremely humid, Minho thinks, because he’s only just gotten downstairs into the kitchen and he’s already sweating. The back of his shirt feels disgustingly damp and he considers going back upstairs to maybe get a shower, but climbing up would be taxing, especially for someone as pregnant as he is. He leans against the kitchen counter and looks up at the ceiling, finding all the names he could think of to call Bang Chan for getting them a two-storey house instead of an apartment just big enough for them.
“It’s for the babies,” He’d said to Minho, with that cheeky smile Minho loves so much. “How are we fitting ten kids in an apartment?”
Minho had left a smack on his arm because he will not be doing this ten more times, but he’d also kissed the mark of his fingers away and cried a little bit because he’d accidentally hurt his alpha. He will not be thinking about that again. The chances of him spending the rest of the day crying about it is not zero.
He hums to himself now as his hands naturally move to lift his shirt, letting the hem of it rest on top of his baby bump and smiling when the cool air hits his skin. He gets hot easily ever since he entered the third trimester, which makes going out dreadful because he wants to spend his hours with his belly out like this. Plus, his bump is getting big and his clothes aren’t fitting as well as they used to. It’s his alpha’s fault that he ends up this way and he doesn’t miss the chance to blame Chan.
For all his complaints, however, Minho does love his baby. He doesn’t think he has ever loved anything quite as much as he loves the little girl growing inside him. It’s insane to think about, getting to create something with half of his soul for them to love together. He smiles now as he rubs at his belly, feels the little kick his baby responds with and then the little grumble in his tummy because they both need to eat.
It’s a little over an hour later than he would usually have his lunch. He had his breakfast that Chan prepared for him earlier, but being this heavily pregnant has taken a toll on his usually strong stamina and he ends up falling asleep after seeing Chan off to work. While he usually gets ready for work with Chan so the alpha could drive him to the school he teaches at, Minho’s maternity leave officially starts today, which means he has all the time to spend at home.
A look into their fridge tells him he has everything he needs to cook something for himself but he catches sight of the pudding cups Chan must have stocked up for him and nothing else in the world matters. He grabs four of them, refills his pink Stanley and hugs them to his chest as he waddles his way over to the living room. The cats look up at him upon his entrance and Minho greets them before he finds his spot on the couch just next to Soonie, who shifts just so he could curl up against Minho’s thigh.
He thanks whoever created electricity and remote controls because he doesn’t need to get up again to turn on the fan and the tv, simply pressing the right buttons on the respective remotes and tossing them aside as he tears into his first cup of pudding.
He goes through all four cups of pudding within the hour and decides being lazy isn’t how he wants to start off his leave, so he gets up with intentions to clean, maybe even prepare dinner for Chan and himself.
Except the house is already mostly clean. Chan’s tendency to take care of him comes in a complete package and he gives no reason for Minho to ever sulk or get upset. He sulks anyway, just because he likes it when Chan babies him a little more than usual. The only downside to Chan’s perfection is that now Minho has nothing to do and it would be hours until Chan gets home from work.
“I guess I’m left with feeding you three,” He tells the three cats that are all staring up at him expectantly, clearly wondering when he would finally let them eat.
He snickers at them and makes his way towards their food bowls, taking his time to grab the cans of wet food and then sinking slowly to sit on the floor with them, which, in hindsight, he should have known is a bad idea because once he’s down on the floor, it would take a whole lot of energy just to get back up. Whatever.
Soonie and Doongie eat slower than Dori does so when the youngest of them moves aside to start cleaning after himself, Minho stays on the floor with his two eldest. Getting up is taxing, especially with how round he’s become. His little girl is probably a big baby, but he has four weeks left before his due date so she must be dying to get out. He can’t wait either.
Stuck on the floor for now, he starts cleaning up after the cats’ play area. Chan let him build an entire space for his kitty brothers at some point a couple of years ago when it felt like having kids had become impossible. They had many years of trial and error and it had taken a toll on Minho’s emotional well-being. Finding out he got pregnant last year had felt like a miracle. Now Minho is excited to build a play room for their baby. The nursery is already mostly done.
When he’s able to get back on his feet, Minho decides to clean out the cats’ litter boxes, which turns out to be another bad idea, because while it’s never a pleasant stench, it’s become a million times worse now that he’s pregnant. Chan has been the one doing it for the last eight months or so. He probably should have let Chan continue to do it, but Minho hates being useless at home. It takes him double the time to clean it out and replace them with new litter and by the time he’s done, Minho is heavily pregnant, stinky and absolutely aching everywhere.
He takes his shower upstairs in their bathroom, happy to feel refreshed and clean again. It only lasts so long, because as soon as he walks out of the bathroom, he’s swarmed with the heat of the day once more. Annoyed, Minho opts to wear one of Chan’s oversized t-shirts and avoids putting on any pants, going back downstairs in his big shirt and a pair of underwear. Cooking is obviously out of the picture and by the time he’s expecting Chan’s return, Minho is back on the couch with another cup of pudding, the throw blanket spread over his thighs and his belly exposed. Soonie is kneading at his bump, somehow careful not to use his claws and Minho is focusing on the videos on his phone, propped up against his belly like a phone stand.
When he finally hears the familiar sound of keys and looks up to see the doorknob turning, Minho wriggles his toes in the excited way he does whenever Chan is home. He’s met with Chan’s dimpled grin when the door opens and the immediate wave of Chan’s scent washes over him, relaxing his entire being. Still, he scowls at his husband, an attempt to, at least. It probably looks like he’s just pouting because Chan laughs.
“Hi, my little bun bakery,” Chan greets him, abandoning his briefcase to sit by Minho’s feet and immediately curling his hands around his ankles to massage where he’s sore.
Minho blinks at him, in disbelief over the ridiculous nickname the alpha had just called him. “What did you call me?”
Chan laughs, keeping a hand around Minho’s calf as he leans in to press a kiss onto Minho’s forehead and another on his lips. “What did you do today, hm? Why are we pouting?”
Minho raises his cup of pudding. “I ate pudding. I had five cups, I think? And I cleaned the boys’ litter box and nearly died! My feet hurt, Channie.”
“Five?” Chan repeats with a half laugh, the kind he does when he refuses to believe what he just heard. “That’s the entire pack I just bought for you last night. Did you eat anything else?”
“No,” Minho says honestly, handing the empty pudding cup to Chan, who places it on the table. “Did you hear me? I said my feet hurt, Channie. And I sat on the floor for like an hour because I couldn’t get up.”
Chan looks like he’s biting back a laugh, but he nods his head and reaches down to start massaging Minho's feet. “You poor thing. Why didn’t you just stay in the room, baby? There’s A/C in there and the bathroom’s close by.”
Minho looks down at the video he was watching on the phone, hand rubbing his belly as he speaks. “I wanted to be here when you get home.”
“You’re just soooo sweet, aren’t you?” Chan grins again, getting up onto his feet before he comes closer, fingers carding through Minho’s dark hair as the omega immediately buries his face into the firm plane of Chan’s abdomen, breathing him in. “You must be hungry, my poor baby. Felix invited us to dinner, by the way. You feel up to leaving the house tonight?”
He doesn’t want to leave the house tonight, but it has been awhile since he had last seen the pack, and he is hungry. “Mm, only if you scent me first. I took a shower. I don’t smell like you anymore.”
“Noooo, that just can’t happen, can it?” Chan teases and Minho breaks into a soft giggle as his alpha husband carries him bridal style and effortlessly so. “I’ll scent you after my shower and then we can pick out what clothes to wear, yeah?”
Minho simply hums, pressing his face into Chan’s neck to inhale his comforting mint and iris scent. He has never been more glad that his pregnancy hasn’t rejected Chan’s scent. He craves it, even, letting it help him fall asleep easier. Upstairs, Chan settles him onto their bed before leaving him to take his shower, though not without a kiss on his temple. Minho decides he could make things easier by picking out their clothes while Chan showers, so he spends that entire time choosing which top goes with which pants and helping with Chan’s clothes to match his.
He ends up going for a white shirt that’s almost big enough to fit his belly. It goes on him well, leaving a few buttons at the bottom undone to give way to his bump. None of his jeans seem to fit, however, and by the time Chan leaves the bathroom with a towel around his waist, Minho is at the brink of tears.
“Hey,” Chan calls for him, his footsteps quickening when he notices the look on Minho’s face. When he’s close enough to have an arm around the omega’s shoulders, Minho looks up to see his husband smiling down at him. “Baby, what’s wrong? Did something happen?”
Minho sniffles, trying to clasp the button of his jeans and showing Chan how it doesn’t even come close to fitting. “It’s my biggest pair! It’s all your fault.”
To his dismay, Chan laughs. He laughs and he only half panics when Minho actually bursts into tears. “No, no, no, no. I’m sorry, baby. Minho-yah, hey? You’re beautiful. And I told you we can pick out our clothes together. Why don’t you wear the other pants we got the other day, hm? The grey ones that fit you nicely?”
Minho looks at himself in the standing mirror, sniffling as he lets Chan wipe away the tears on his cheeks. He doesn’t look bad, he realises, so he had just cried for absolutely no reason. He sniffles again and smoothes out the creases in his shirt, tucking it down to cover most of his belly and the way his jeans only zip up half way. He’s not indecent at least; in fact, as he tilts his head to get a better look at himself, he thinks he looks kind of cute. Chan being almost naked next to him is a distraction, for sure.
“I don’t like the grey pants,” he tells Chan with another sniffle as he turns towards the bed to grab the pair of jeans and white top he’d chosen for Chan to wear. “You wear these, so we match. I’ll just look cuter than you.”
Chan laughs again and this time Minho does too, letting his husband dress up as he goes to make himself look even more decent. He styles his hair and puts on a little bit of makeup, smiling at his own reflection and patting at his belly, where his little baby nudges her foot against his rib. There’s less room for her now, and her kicks have slowed down to rolls and soft nudges as she moves around.
His heart feels like it's doubled in size. Both his hands come up to rub at his belly, to caress his baby, and he smiles a little wider when Chan comes up behind him with his dimpled smile and damp blond hair, resting his chin onto Minho’s shoulder. The alpha’s larger hands join his at his bump, soothing it gently as he starts to nose along Minho’s scent gland, where he’d left his mate bite on Minho’s skin, scenting him softly. The same, strong hands move to the bottom of his belly and Minho feels the weight lift off him as Chan helps support their baby.
His eyes close, enjoying the moment, letting his alpha drown him in his scent and carry their weight for him.
“Minho-yah,” Chan whispers against the spot where his lips are pressed onto Minho’s neck, prompting the omega to open his eyes again. Their gazes meet through the mirror and they share a smile. “Thank you.”
Minho’s heartbeat quickens, turning his head as his hand goes up to cup Chan’s cheek. He smiles as their eyes meet again, feeling both shy and grateful at the same time. It’s hard to explain. Chan kisses him and Minho turns bodily so he could hug his husband, pressing his cheek against the alpha’s shoulder. His belly is in the way, but Chan holds him close anyway.
“I should thank you,” Minho says quietly, looking up once again as he elaborates. “I don’t think anyone else would have waited for this for as long as you have, Chan-ah.”
Chan shakes his head, laughing softly as his hands come up to hold Minho’s cheeks. “I would be here even if we don’t have this, Minho-yah. I will be here as long as I have you.”
Feeling embarrassed from this much attention and Chan’s affection, Minho raises a hand to push the alpha’s face away, though not without a smile on his own lips. “We’re gonna be late if you keep this up, Channie. I’m hungry. Is Yongbok cooking?”
“Mm, no,” Chan grins at him, so used to Minho’s playful rejection that he simply leans to steal a kiss onto his lips instead and goes down onto his knees to speak to their little baby as he usually does. “Baby be good today, okay? Your appa’s gonna cry the whole night if you don’t.”
The baby shifts and Chan must have felt that against his palm too because he laughs. Minho grins, rubbing his belly to soothe his baby. “Watch papa be the one to make me cry.”
Chan does a dramatic gasp as he stands back up. “That is slander. I treat you so good. Also? Apparently Felix found a new bbq place he wanted us to try out with him?”
Minho hums, pulling away from Chan so he could grab his wallet. He ignores the low grumble in his belly from skipping lunch and takes the hand Chan offers him. “Do you think they’ve finally mated?”
“Yongbok and Hyunjin?” Chan scoffs playfully, giving Minho’s hand a squeeze. “I’ll put another baby in you tonight if they finally did.”
“Bang Chan.”
-
The restaurant is apparently a newly launched franchise that’s been popular somewhere else and when Chan and Minho get there, the first thing they see is a long line of customers waiting to be seated. Minho complains initially, already dreading having to wait in a queue but then Chan tells him Yongbok has already reserved their tables so they only need to show up. True to his words, the staff leads them straight inside towards the tables where he could already spot their pack members.
His stomach complains about being left empty and the little girl inside him shows how hungry she is by kicking him a little harder. He feels the discomfort of that sharp jab this time, hissing as he clutches at the spot she had kicked him.
“You okay?” Chan asks, his attention diverted to Minho.
Minho nods as they take their seats, offering his husband a smile so as to assure him. “Baby’s hungry, I think. She’s punishing me a little bit.”
“Tsk,” Chan shakes his head with a click of his tongue. “I’m gonna have to have a serious talk with this little one tonight.”
That makes Minho giggle but he composes himself as the rest of the pack gets up to greet him. He gets a kiss on the cheek from the other omegas, Yongbok and Jisung, a squeeze from their youngest alpha Jeongin, and a hug from the rest of the alphas, Changbin, Seungmin and Hyunjin. It has been a minute since they had gotten the chance to have dinner together like this. Since entering his third trimester, Minho doesn’t really have the energy to be cooking dinners for them like he usually would. Chan wants him to rest.
Because the pack knows him too well, they don’t delve into any serious talks before Minho gets to eat his food. Chan helps with cooking the meat and he fills up Minho’s plate until it’s half full while Minho finally, finally, feeds himself and the baby. The table gets asked if they want a round of soju and Minho watches, perplexed, as even Changbin refuses alcohol. He blinks at Chan, who raises his brows at him. Something is clearly up within the pack that Minho and Chan aren’t aware of, and that’s new, considering Chan is pack alpha and Minho their luna. Nothing goes without either of them knowing.
He places his chopsticks down and addresses this, “Okay, what the hell is going on?”
All six pairs of eyes look up to look at him, some of them wearing sheepish little smiles that confirm there is something going on that they have yet to tell Minho. He raises his brows at them and waits for an explanation.
Surprisingly, it’s Jeongin who speaks up. “Can we get a smile first before we say anything? Because you’re kinda scary right now, hyung.”
Minho shifts his glare towards their youngest alpha before he forces a tight-lipped smile that earns him a grin from Jeongin and it softens Minho to see him smiling so he ends up smiling genuinely too. “Okay, now tell me.”
“Jisung and Felix have something to tell you guys,” Seungmin offers, shoving meat into his mouth and then chewing.
Minho glances at Chan briefly, concern bubbling within his chest even though it’s likely a good news, and Chan must have picked up his scent because he reaches a hand to rub gently at the small of Minho’s back. “Is everything okay?”
“We were afraid we’re stealing your thunder, hyung,” Yongbok starts to explain, sharing a look with Jisung before he clears his throat. “But I swear we weren’t trying to! I- It wasn’t planned, but Jisung and I are pregnant.”
“Oh?” Chan responds, possibly equally confused.
Minho tilts his head, letting so many things register at once. He clears his throat, “First of all, you could never ever steal any thunder. You know I’d be more than happy to have this experience with you guys. Secondly, and most importantly, are you two.. like, pregnant together as a couple or-?”
Jisung giggles, “No, hyung. Felix and Hyunjin are having a baby and so am I.”
“Jisung, you aren’t mated,” Minho approaches this carefully, knowing it could be misunderstood for judgment if he goes about it the wrong way. It’s the protective pack luna in him that’s preventing all the positive reactions, and he doesn’t remember Jisung having met anyone he seriously considers sharing a life with. “Is the alpha anyone we know?”
The younger omega looks a little embarrassed and Minho watches as Jisung shifts his gaze to Jeongin, who speaks up again. “I think you do, because it’s me.”
“What?” Chan gasps, as dramatic as he’s always been.
“And we are mated,” Jisung adds by pulling away the jacket he’s wearing to show off a fresh mating bite on the lower part of his neck.
Minho blinks, genuinely surprised, but he can’t help the smile that’s already returning on his face. “Since when?”
Jeongin’s grin widens, “We’ve been together for a little over a year and, before you guys blame yourselves for not noticing, I think we did a pretty good job at hiding it.”
“Why the hell were you hiding this?” Chan asks, curious but not upset.
“I mean, we just wanted to make sure things work out before the pack knows,” Jeongin explains. “And the baby wasn’t planned, but we talked about it and we decided we want to keep it.”
Minho feels warm everywhere. He thinks he might start crying. He looks over at Yongbok, who’s seated next to him, and he reaches out to tuck a stray strand of blond hair behind his ear. “And you? Were you trying for a baby?”
“We weren’t,” Yongbok tells him with a smile. “I seriously wanted us to be mated first but I guess we- You know, things happen. I’m very happy about it though.”
The waterworks come in an embarrassing burst because Minho is crying. He has never cried in front of the pack, and now his pregnancy hormones have ruined his strict luna reputation. Chan is laughing, of course he is, but he squeezes Minho’s waist and presses a kiss to his mating bite while Jisung comes over to hug Minho too. Yongbok, seeing this, gets up so all three omegas could be in one big pregnant pile.
“The alphas get mean when you’re pregnant, by the way,” Minho warns them playfully after Jisung and Yongbok return to their seats. “They start laughing when you cry over something. And you cry a lot.”
Chan, in response to this, laughs to prove Minho’s point even though he tries to defend himself. “It’s just cute! You’ll see. They start tearing up while staring into the empty pudding cup because they remembered they were supposed to save it for the day after. Or when their jeans don’t quite fit.”
Minho shoots Chan a glare, realising his alpha husband is referring to him. Chan simply offers him another grin and steals a kiss onto his lips. Jisung starts to panic about not fitting in jeans and Yongbok is already tearing up, causing both Jeongin and Hyunjin to panic over their upset omegas.
Minho has never felt so happy.
-
In the end, Chan offers to pay for dinner, even though Yongbok and Hyunjin insist it’s on them. There is not much they could do to protest, seeing as Chan is readily and happily using his pack alpha card to get them to back down. Minho thinks it’s sexy. He would probably still be head over heels in love with Chan if they were homeless, as embarrassing as that is to admit, but Chan having money makes him sexier.
It’s not without effort, of course. Minho has seen Chan without money, when lunches were skipped because it was cheaper to eat at home, when the rest of their school friends got to go on trips and Minho stayed back with Chan because they didn’t have the extra money they needed for it. Minho has seen Chan less privileged than today — at nine and ten, when their lunches were two packets of biscuits they shared in the school library, fourteen and fifteen when they got their very first job at a bakery, eighteen and nineteen when they presented omega and alpha and Chan confessed he had always had feelings for Minho.
College was funded completely by their scholarships, and Minho and Chan had worked hard for it. Minho has known Chan almost his entire life. He has seen him at his lowest, witnessed his rise as he succeeds in his academic levels and later on landing a career he studied his entire youth for. They mated at twenty-one and twenty-two, young and adventurous and broke, but hopeful and in love.
It hasn’t always been easy, but Chan’s love for Minho is the only constant that Minho has held onto. He had stayed through the hardest times, and Chan had never made Minho feel lacking even when the pregnancy tests came up negative for years and years after they finally decided to build a family.
Now at thirty and thirty-one, Minho thinks they have lived a life worth living. He’s due in four weeks or so, his husband treats him like he’s his entire world, their house is big enough to house another baby or two and his pack is thriving. Happiness comes in small bites, he likes to think, and one doesn’t quite feel it until they finally feel full, no longer hungry for things they cannot have. Minho hopes he has the time to appreciate all of it in good nature.
“You’re thinking too loud, Minho-yah,” Chan says to get his attention, a hand leaving the handlebar of the cart he’s pushing so he could squeeze Minho’s hip. “I promise you can get as many pudding cups as you want.”
Minho rolls his eyes but offers Chan a small smile, his own hand coming up to rub his belly. Chan had offered to drive them to the 24-hour supermarket so they could stock up on snacks and maybe get a bit of groceries. “Just thinking about how happy I am. Chan-ah,”
“Hm?”
“When the baby comes,” Minho says softly, leaning against his alpha. “Promise me to take care of her if I’m not around.”
Chan frowns, “What the hell are you talking about? I’ll die without you so she will probably have to go to Felix or something.”
“Bang Chan.”
“I’m serious!” Chan laughs and he shakes his head as his smile falters. “I don’t want you talking like that. You will be around and I will be around and our baby is going to grow up with loving parents and a whole pack to look after her.”
Sensing Chan’s dipping mood by the way his scent changes, Minho decides it’s best to make a joke out of it. “But what if I need to go somewhere? What if I need to make a quick run to the market and get something to cook for dinner?”
Chan shoots him a look, the familiar irritated one he does whenever Minho annoys him. “Well that is obviously fine. In fact, I should be the one running to the market. Even better, why don’t you just quit your job?”
Minho gasps, “You’re joking. Tell me you’re joking.”
“Um,” Chan clears his throat, offering Minho a sheepish smile as he scratches at the back of his neck. “It’s entirely up to you, really. I’ve wanted you to for a while, but I understand you might love your job too much to do that and I only ever want you to be happy.”
Minho pauses midstep and Chan stops with him. He doesn’t even bother feeling embarrassed for tearing up again in the middle of the pudding aisle. “Chan-ah, can we afford me not working though?”
Chan abandons the shopping cart and holds Minho’s face in his hands. There’s a kiss he presses to his nose. “We can, my darling. I’ll take good care of you and our kids and the pack.”
“But,” Minho blinks rapidly, sniffling. “You need to be taken care of too, Channie.”
“I have you, don’t I?” Chan smiles, running the pad of his thumb over the apple of Minho’s cheek. “You take great care of me. I could never ask for anything more. Now, get as many pudding as you want and we can head home.”
Minho pouts, “Are you tired already? I don’t want to sleep yet.”
“Who said anything about sleep?” Chan scoffs, reaching over to grab an armful of puddings to toss into the shopping cart. “You’re pretty when you’re all teary eyed and crying it turned me on a little bit. We’re going home so I can make you feel good.”
Minho’s entire face burns and he smacks Chan’s arm. “Bang Chan, I swear to god.”
-
Chan barely manages to stack the pudding cups in the fridge before he has his full attention on Minho. There’s an urge in his movements but Minho likes to tease, so he takes his time removing his shoes and petting the cats goodnight. He does move a little slower because his belly is so round at this point, and Chan helps him up the stairs after he scolds the alpha for trying to carry him up instead. He would still like to use his feet, thank you very much.
Upstairs in the safe of their bedroom, Minho settles down on the edge of the bed with a sigh, tired from the flight of stairs. He feels heavy, but in a good way, and his skin burns just from the way Chan is looking at him. Twenty years of knowing each other and Minho still feels the flush on his cheeks whenever Chan makes it obvious how much he wants him.
He leans back onto his palms, letting his eyes roam, drinking in the sight of his strong, handsome alpha. Chan takes the time to lock the door even though it’s just the two of them, slowly unclasping his wristwatch and effectively drawing Minho’s attention to his hands. The clothes Minho had chosen for him fits him perfectly; a pair of matching jeans and another white top that hugs his muscular torso. Minho can feel himself start to salivate just at the sight of Chan’s biceps. He’s already slicking up his jeans. Fuck.
He lifts a foot up, beckoning Chan closer as he speaks. “Help me get my jeans off?”
Chan’s smile is blinding as he sinks onto his knees in front of Minho, first helping him with removing his socks before his hands run up the length of Minho’s legs to get to his waistband. His thumbs circle against Minho’s protruding belly, gently as he leans to press a kiss onto the spot right above his belly button. He looks up to meet Minho’s gaze and they both share a giggle, overjoyed for no particular reason.
“You’re so pretty, yeobo,” Chan whispers just loud enough for Minho to hear him, pressing another kiss onto his belly as his hands start to pull Minho’s jeans down.
He lifts his hips up to aid in removing his pants, unable to wipe off the smile on his lips as Chan slowly and gently slips the pant leg off his smooth legs. He thanks past Minho for remembering to shave his legs and scolds him for not trying harder to shave his cunt. It’s simply too difficult now that he’s this big and round. Chan doesn’t care though, Minho knows this, but he still wants to look presentable for his alpha.
“Show me,” Minho says as he watches Chan start to kiss down his belly to the inner side of his plush thighs, gently parting them as his lips brush over the inside of his knee, down to his calf and then his ankle. It’s the kind of worship Chan is so good at and it makes Minho hot all over.
“I’ll show you,” Chan whispers low against his ankle, his fingers caressing softly along his skin and his lips kiss up his other leg. “I’ll show you how pretty you are, yeobo, how good you are for me.”
Chan guides him back until he’s resting his upper body weight onto his elbows, head lifted to watch as Chan parts his legs. A gasp leaves him when he feels Chan’s finger trace over his clothed cunt and his thighs separate a little wider, allowing the alpha access to his most intimate part. He can’t see Chan’s face beyond the swell of his belly and it makes him giggle, prompting Chan to lift his head to look at him.
They laugh because it’s funny and Chan presses another kiss to his belly before he moves to grab a pillow for Minho, supporting his head after he easily shifts the omega into a more comfortable position. There is lack of grace in the way Chan pulls down his underwear and tosses it aside but he could already smell the alpha’s arousal, and Minho’s omega responds with a needy little sound. Propped up against the headboard and his pillows, Minho is able to see Chan now as the alpha sinks between his legs, mouth immediately finding his cunt.
The moan that leaves him is almost pornographic but the pleasure is immediate as Chan begins lapping up at his pussy. Minho whines, a hand reaching to curl his fingers around a lock of Chan’s hair and his toes curl as the alpha sucks around his clit. His lips part and eyes close, chest heaving while Chan licks around his nub, sucks it into his mouth and flattens his wide, wet tongue against it.
“Chan-” Minho gasps, back arching as his husband continues to pleasure him. Chan is so good. He has always been so good at this, and Minho might not have anyone else to compare to, but he knows in his heart no one else would be able to make him feel as good as Chan does.
Chan lifts Minho’s hips with ease, his show of strength causing the omega to slick up even more, growing wetter between his legs and Chan doesn’t shy away from slurping up every drop that Minho provides. Whines spill from Minho’s lips, releasing pathetic little moans as his hips buck up, meeting Chan’s eager mouth as he grips at the alpha’s hair. He grows needier with each swipe of Chan’s tongue, slick pouring out of him endlessly and it doesn’t take long for Minho to reach his first climax, cumming with a cry as he closes his legs around Chan’s head.
“Fuck- Channie,” Minho gasps, thighs quaking as Chan forces them apart once again. He sobs from how good his orgasm feels, collapsing back against his pillows as he tries to catch his breathing.
He looks up again just to see Chan’s head pop out between his legs, appearing from where his swollen belly hides his view. Minho laughs and Chan laughs before he swallows the sound with a kiss, licking into Minho’s mouth and letting him taste himself on his tongue.
They kiss for a long time, long enough for Minho to start wondering if Chan is ever going to fuck him. He doesn’t want the kisses to stop, however, so he doesn’t let Chan go even as he speaks in between kisses, hands running up the firm muscles of Chan’s still clothed arms. “Channie, give me your cock. Please? I want it. Aren’t you gonna fuck me, alpha?”
Chan groans into the kiss and instead of pulling away, he deepens it even as he works on unbuttoning his shirt. Minho helps without breaking away, letting Chan lick into his mouth as he tears at the alpha’s shirt. They toss it aside eventually, revealing the toned muscles of Chan’s pale abdomen, the way his cock strains against his offensive jeans and Minho leaks a little more.
As Chan steps back to kick off his pants and briefs, freeing his hard cock, Minho shifts without looking away from his husband. “I wanna be on top. Please? Let me ride you.”
“Fuck,” Chan groans again before he climbs onto the bed. “Yeah, okay. God, you have no idea how gorgeous you are, baby.”
Heat spreads at Minho’s cheeks and he bites down onto his lower lip just to keep from grinning like an idiot. He’s wet and horny and Chan’s cock looks oh so delicious but his cunt feels too empty so sucking Chan off would have to wait. He lets Chan guide him, straddling the alpha’s waist and lifting his hips so Chan could line his cock against his needy pussy.
He’s so, so wet and just having Chan’s hard shaft sliding between his folds makes him dizzy. He makes slow, experimental rolls of his hips, just to feel the fat cockhead against his clit, bracing his weight on his palms that pin Chan down. Their eyes meet and Minho smiles. He wants to lean down to kiss Chan, but his belly gets in the way and Chan just knows him so well because he reaches up to push a thumb into Minho’s mouth before he could start getting upset about not getting to kiss his alpha.
Minho moans around the digit, gasping when he feels Chan push his cock against his cunt and notches the fat tip into him. The stretch is wonderful, a familiar pleasure Minho craves from time to time. Chan slides into him easily, filling him up to the hilt and Minho moans around his thumb from how good it feels to have his alpha inside once again.
“Made for me,” Chan tells him, hands dropping to slide down his sides and caress his thighs. “You’re so beautiful, yeobo. Look at you. Fuck. Go on, baby. Show me how well you ride cock.”
He probably wouldn’t last very long in this position, but knowing Chan likes this view of him makes him feel so much sexier. Even with his round and protruding belly, Minho feels like a newly presented omega. Bouncing on Chan’s cock would feel so good, but that’s for a less pregnant Minho to enjoy. For now, with how worked up he is and how wet he’s become, Minho would enjoy any position at all.
With his teeth sunk into his bottom lip, Minho digs his nails into Chan’s beefy chest, appreciating the sight of his skin turning into shades of red as Minho starts to roll his hips. Chan reaches so deep inside him and each slide of his cock against his walls, finding his most sensitive spots, makes it so easy for Minho to reach the edge. He could usually last longer, but being pregnant has made him a lot more sensitive and he could cum from just a mere touch.
He could go again, though. And again, and again. Poor Chan.
“Hyung,” Minho sobs in pleasure, quickening the rolls of his hips so he could tip over the edge. His thighs are growing tired and he’s leaking all over Chan’s cock and he’s so, so needy he couldn’t help the cry he lets out. “Hyung, please. I wanna cum. I wanna cum so bad, fuck.”
Chan grunts low under his breath, the sound going straight to Minho’s cunt as he throbs and squeezes around Chan’s fat cock. They both groan from the pleasure of it and then Chan is flipping them over, somehow careful enough not to hurt Minho. He’s so strong, Minho thinks. It makes his pussy clench a little harder around the cock still buried inside.
“I got you,” Chan tells him and there’s that blinding, dimpled smile that Minho loves so much. God, he loves Chan so much.
Flushed from the exertion and hot all over, Minho shifts his legs so his knees are bent and feet plant into the mattress, keeping his legs spread as he scoots back so his back is supported against the pillows. Chan has to pull out to get into position and Minho mourns the loss of cock. They would have to change the sheets later from how much he’s leaking. Minho doesn’t mind spending a night sleeping in his nest.
One of his hands reaches down and he moans when he rubs at his own clit before he uses his fingers to spread his lips open, gaze meeting Chan’s in what he hopes is an enticing look. It never fails to get him what he wants. “Put it back in, Chan-ah.”
Chan doesn’t need to be told twice. He guides his cock back into Minho’s cunt and has to keep a hand on the headboard for support as he starts fucking into the omega. Minho moans with each jab of Chan’s shaft inside him, eyes rolling back as his hand blindly reaches up to hold onto his husband. He presses a palm against Chan’s chest, his body jostled with each thrust that Chan delivers.
“Fuck,” Chan pants, one of his hands coming up to press against the swell of Minho’s belly, not enough to hurt but enough to get his point across; Chan gets off to Minho being this round and big and full of his pups. It’s no secret to Minho, and it turns him on to know Chan loves this, to know he’s able to get Chan off like this. “Baby, fuck. Wanna keep you pregnant. I want you full of my pups like this all the time.”
Minho whines, nodding his head as he meets Chan’s gaze, taking each punch of Chan’s cock inside him. “Yes, please. Please, Chan-ah. Keep fucking your babies into me, please.”
Chan releases another grunt as he picks up the pace, clearly worked up from Minho’s words, from the way Minho clenches around him, the way Minho’s big eyes must have played a part. He reaches down with his free hand to thumb at the omega’s clit and it takes no time for Minho to start cumming, thighs shaking and toes curling as he sobs, squirting around Chan’s cock and whining when Chan simply continues to fuck into him.
“Channie,” Minho sobs when he grows overstimulated, a hand weakly pushing at Chan’s chest even though his words beg otherwise. “Chan, fuck. Knot me, please. Please please please. Keep me full.”
The alpha groans as he pumps into him once, twice and a third time before his knot catches and locks them together, cock spilling thick and heavy into Minho’s used cunt. He feels it pool inside him, stretched from the size of Chan’s knot and keening at the way the alpha continues to circle his clit. His thighs shake from overstimulation and he sobs, fingers digging into Chan’s bicep.
“One more, baby,” Chan groans, working his fingers quicker, rubbing across Minho’s cunt and stimulating his clit continuously. “Give me one more, yeah?”
Minho cries, nodding his head as tears fall down his cheeks and he’s so sensitive it takes no time at all for his body to tense up before he cums a third time, gasping and shaking as soon as he finishes. Chan catches him this time, taking his hands to hold and kiss his knuckles before he shifts just enough to press his forehead to Minho’s without hurting them both.
“I’m here, yeobo. Hey,” Chan whispers to him, letting go of one of his hands just to curl it around Minho’s jaw, gentle as his thumb caresses his cheek. “You okay, my love?”
There are kisses placed onto his forehead, his nose, the apples of his cheeks before he feels the same, firm kiss on his lips. He blinks his eyes open to find Chan looking at him and his lips curl into a slow smile that, for some reason, brings a laugh out of his husband. The kind that is fond instead of mocking, so Minho knows it’s only because Chan finds him endearing.
“Okay?” Chan repeats, a hand coming up to brush Minho’s damp fringe off his face. “You feel good, baby?”
Minho tries to move and winces at the strain on his back, letting Chan grab another pillow to add on to the pile he’s already leaning against. He does feel good, though, if not a little tired, and Chan’s knot inside him always felt like a safety blanket. He doesn’t care if that’s weird. “I’m good. I’m sleepy, Channie.”
“You can sleep,” Chan hums, tucking a strand of hair behind Minho’s ear. “I’ll wake you up when we can move again and we’ll take a shower.”
Minho is happy with that so he offers a sleepy smile and closes his eyes, letting Chan move them around so that Minho is on his side and Chan spoons him from behind. He doesn’t even try to make sense of how Chan manages that without ripping his knot out. He has long trusted Chan to take care of him in any way he could. He has taken care of Minho since their very first heat and rut cycle and he doesn’t know how Chan is so good but that is the fact of it. Chan has always been good at anything he sets out to do. Minho is just lucky that he comes up on top of Chan’s list of priorities.
“You’re home tomorrow, right?” Minho asks before he could fall asleep, hugging Chan’s arm against his chest.
There’s a kiss on the mating bite on his neck and then another on his shoulder. “Mm, I’ll be here with you.”
Minho hums, “Wanna finish the nursery with me?”
Chan kisses his temple and Minho turns his head to meet his husband’s eyes. The alpha nods, his smile fond and he leans down to steal another kiss onto his lips. “I would love nothing more, my love.”