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Being mated to Driver turns out to be one of the best things to ever happen to Grace.
They’ve been living together for roughly two months now and every day has been pretty much filled with bliss so far. They managed to buy (not rent but actually buy!!) a pretty big apartment situated close to his school in a far nicer neighbourhood than they lived in before. Apparently the young alpha had managed to safe up a lot of money from some previous jobs he did in the past. Grace assumes he probably worked on some pretty fancy cars for some rich people or did some rather daring stunts. Driver didn’t elaborate when he asked, just gave him one of his usual secretive smiles and left it at that.
He felt bad at the beginning for letting the younger take on most of the costs and protested often about it. But Driver had interrupted him with a rather intense kiss before looking him deeply in the eyes.
“Let me take care of you and the baby.”
That had shut him up pretty quickly. If not that, then the way the alpha ravaged him later in their new bedroom certainly would have.
Grace never had a very active sex life before, partly from his own lack of interest, but being mated to Driver certainly changed that side of his life. He knows from firsthand experience that Driver is a young alpha in his prime and therefore has the stamina and sex drive to match with it, however, living with him has revealed this on a whole other level.
Grace is not one to toot his own horn, quite the opposite actually, but he’s starting to think that the alpha gets aroused just by his mere presence. He simply has to enter the same room as Driver is in before he gets jumped by the alpha nowadays. His lower back is certainly suffering from it.
They’ve done it in pretty much every room of their apartment by now, barely managing to stop to send Rocky away a few times. They even somehow managed to ruin the nice rug Jody got them. That had made Grace feel horrible, which Driver made up to him… with more sex.
Anyway, their apartment is decorated mostly with new stuff, as Grace’s old furniture was rather run down from being second hand (or third and fourth hand) and Driver simply had almost no furniture to begin with. A lot of their new things are gifts from either Jody, Colt or Courtland. Claire and his other students also gifted him many drawings to decorate their walls with, which had made him tear up right in the middle of class. He blames it on the pregnancy hormones, but they all know he’s just a sentimental fool.
Every room is decorated and lived-in in such a domestic way that Grace has not allowed himself to dream about again after his disastrous breakup with Linda. The only room not finished yet is the nursery, which Driver surprisingly has a lot of opinions about. The man spent hours researching how to baby-proof their entire apartment, before wordlessly deciding to build the nursery shelves himself, as he was dissatisfied with all the options available in shops.
The alpha also changed the seats in his beloved car and upgraded the seatbelts to make it safer for their child. However, he let Grace decide which child safety seat to get and it felt like an important decision to let him choose what went in the alpha’s car. Grace had made sure to choose a seat that was not only the safest and most comfortable option for their child but also matched the leather coloring of the Chevy Malibu. That decision also earned him another enthusiastic round in the sheets and a limp the next day.
All in all, aside from the usual annoying pregnancy symptoms, Grace’s life has been going pretty great so far.
So of course he should have known that it wouldn’t last forever, and it only takes a few callous words for it to come crashing down on him.
It happens during break time, when he’s in the teachers’ lounge eating the lunch his alpha prepared for him. He truly doesn’t know how he deserves the younger. Driver prepares and packs him food every morning, even going so far as to add a note every time. Unsurprisingly his silence also extends to his written words, but Grace still treasures the crooked little heart his mate drew on the note.
He’s interrupted from his swooning by someone sitting down in the chair next to him. It’s Jeff, a maths teacher for the lower grades and beta, who Grace has only spoken to a few times but generally has an amicable relationship with.
Jeff lets out an exhausted sigh and opens his lunch box with a grunt. “Must be really exhausting, right? Having a younger mate at our age.”
Grace almost chokes on his sandwich, thoughts immediately jumping to how Driver woke him up this morning with a hand down his underwear.
“I-um, I don’t think I know what you mean?” He manages to cough out after swallowing his bite.
Jeff just grunts again and makes space for Hani, an art teacher and fellow omega whose clothing style Grace rather likes.
“You know, you gotta put in lots of effort to keep his attention, right?” Jeff says between mouthfuls of his own lunch and Grace feels his chest grow cold. “Especially with your body losing its appeal now.”
He pointedly looks down at where Grace’s baby bump has finally started to show, stretching out his pants and shirt more than usual. Hani immediately slams her thermos down forcefully, interrupting Jeff with an angry look.
“How dare you say that? That’s the most bigoted thing I have heard in a while! Grace looks wonderful!”
Jeff shrinks in the face of her anger, but Grace is too distracted to pay attention or feel thankful for Hani’s defence of him. Instead his attention is on his lunch, formerly made of five rather thick club-sandwiches Driver prepared for him, that he just scarfed down in what must have been a rather unflattering sight. His stomach suddenly feels like it’s stretching his clothes to the limit and Grace wants to shrink and hide himself from sight.
From the corner of his eyes he sees Jeff flee their table after Hani yelled a bit more at him. She then turns to him with concerned eyes and Grace somehow feels even more pathetic.
“Are you okay? Please ignore the things he said. They were completely unfounded and not true at all.” She tries to sooth him, calming omega pheromones wafting towards him.
He tries to smile reassuringly at her but knows it probably falls completely flat. “I-I’m fine! Just took me by surprise.”
But it was already too late. Jeff’s words keep repeating in the back of his mind and he barely stops himself from covering his belly from sight. When he looks at Hani’s supportive smile, all he can think about is how pretty and soft she looks and how Grace does not.
When he gets into Driver’s car at the end of the school day, the alpha is waiting for him with a gentle smile and Grace barely manages not to flinch back when he leans in for a kiss. The younger still notices though and immediately freezes before leaning back to look at him with concern.
“Sorry, just a bit tired from the day.” Grace quickly answers the unspoken question. That doesn’t explain the sour tinge to his scent that he knows the other will have taken note of.
Behind them Grace notices Jeff getting into his own car and this time he can’t suppress the flinch when the other slams his car door shut. Driver wordlessly takes it all in, eyes following the car passing them before switching back to his mate. Grace tries not to shrink into himself under the penetrating gaze.
“Can we please go home?” He asks softly. He really just wants to cuddle with Driver and Rocky on their couch and preferably forget the whole ordeal.
The alpha studies him for a moment longer before nodding and silently starting the car.
He truly tries his hardest not to let Jeff’s words get to him. His colleague probably didn’t even mean anything with them. As far as Grace knows, the beta is apparently going through a rough patch with his own mate and was trying to bond with Grace on some weird level. Or maybe let out some steam.
However it still affects him in the days that follow, as he finds himself trying to make himself look as small as possible whenever Driver looks at him. Every time the young alpha touches him or initiates intimacy, Grace can’t help but remember Jeff’s words and the feeling of his growing belly. He always ends up rejecting his mate's advances, making some excuse about being tired or having cramps. By now his scent has taken on a bitter and sour note almost constantly, covering even the sweet milky one from his pregnancy.
He can sense the younger’s growing concern whenever he looks at him with sad and wide eyes when he thinks Grace isn’t looking. But as always Driver gives him space and waits for him to open up to him on his own, supporting him through other acts of service the whole time. He actually started adding encouraging words to the notes left in his lunch. The guilt that hits him every time he reads one of the short and sweet messages helps him force down his lunch (along with the knowledge that their baby would suffer from it otherwise), even though he feels like an old elephant whenever he does so.
Even Rocky seems to sense his bad mood, acting even more clingy than usual. Grace can’t take one step without the little dog following closely behind and pressing his wet nose against his knees.
He knows he can’t keep going like this, so he ends up calling Jody one evening when Driver is taking a late shift at Shannon’s. He thought about talking to Colt at first, but his twin would probably overreact (with explosive anger at Jeff) or wouldn’t understand. Colt has always been more confident and taken on the role of being Grace’s protector when they were young. This situation doesn’t feel fitting for that though. He needs someone with a more refined touch.
“What a jackass!” Is Jody’s immediate angry reply after he finished explaining his current situation. Maybe Colt has started to rub off on her, or maybe they’ve always been made for each other.
“Ryland, sweetheart, you look wonderful, especially for your age, and you’re not even old!” She reassures him softly. He immediately feels a bit better, calmed down by Jody in the way only she can. “That man was talking rubbish right from beginning to end.”
“I still can’t help but feel like Driver deserves someone better,” he mutters into the receiver as he sinks down deeper between the couch cushions.
“That man is head over heels for you, Ryland,” is her soft reply, “I don’t think he would ever accept anyone but you. And he’s lucky to have you.”
He knows that Driver proves his affection for him every day through his actions, and Grace feels bad for doubting him, but he can’t help the way he feels about himself at the moment.
“You need to feel more confident about your body,” Jody speaks as if she could read his thoughts. “I know something that might help.”
He immediately perks up at her words, sitting straighter in attention. “What is it?”
Jody is silent on the other end of the line for a while before simply asking, “Say, what’s your size?”
A week later, with even more distance growing between him and his mate, he looks down at the opened package Jody sent him and regrets their whole phone call.
It arrived just a few minutes ago and he immediately took it to their bedroom to open it, Rocky hot on his heels. Jody refused to tell him what the solution she came up with is and the curiosity has been eating him alive since.
It arrived at the perfect moment as well, as Driver just went out to take care of some chores. The alpha didn’t specify what he meant to do, but Grace thinks he’s probably at Shannon’s, working on the old timer mustang that just came in this week. His eyes had practically sparkled when he told him about it a few days ago. It’s been a while since he last saw the young alpha this excited about something (the last time had been the morning he had dropped Grace off at school, right before his doomed conversation with Jeff).
Rocky watched him curiously as he had opened the package with barely held back curiosity. Inside the package was another box, this one a lot more expensive looking with a sleek white cover and an unknown brand name on top, though it still didn’t tell him what would be inside.
As he lifted the cover with bated breath, he hoped that Jody hadn’t spent too much money on this. Then he had to blink a few times at what he found inside, not sure what exactly he was looking at. It was only when he picked up the upper layer of fabric that he realised what he was holding and immediately dropped it.
And now he’s left standing a safe distance away from the open box on his bed, looking at it with pure trepidation. He quickly fumbles his phone out of his pocket while softly shooing Rocky away, who went up to the box to sniff at it.
Jody answers on the third ring with a cheerful “Hey, Ryland!”
“Jody, why would you send me that?” He immediately cries out into the receiver of his phone. Rocky side eyes him and then the box still sitting innocently on top of their bed, before making the wise decision to trot away into the living room, probably to look for one of his chew toys.
“Oh, did it arrive already? Do you like it?” Jody sounds far too excited about the whole thing in Grace’s opinion.
“I’m not sure how to feel about it.” He answers honestly as he takes a careful look inside the box again. “I don’t think this is going to help me, Jody.”
“At least try it on, will you?” She tries to convince him softly. “You know, your brother actually-“
“Okay, I don’t need to hear any of that,” he quickly interrupts her, not wanting to imagine Colt in this context. Nope, not thinking about that.
“Tyring it on won’t hurt you, Ryland.”
She has a point with that and Grace sighs in defeat and relents. “Okay, but just for you.”
“Tell me how it went later!” Jody exclaims with an excited squeal before hanging up and Grace is left staring at his phone forlornly before turning back to the open box. With the way he looks at it, the innocent looking package might as well have been containing a bomb.
He carefully picks up the pair of black lace panties he dropped earlier and examines them. The fabric feels soft between his fingers and he can tell that Jody probably paid a good amount for them. There is an intricate rose pattern in the lace and Grace can appreciate the craftsmanship behind that. He puts the panties aside and rummages further through the box to find a matching garter belt and stockings as well, all with the same intricate black lace design.
He swallows at the sight of the set laid out on their white sheets and has to admit that it’s a very pretty set. On any other person he might have found them aesthetically pleasing, but he simply can’t imagine himself wearing them. If he had to choose a lingerie set for himself, he probably would have chosen a white one, simply because it seems like the safest choice for him. He can understand though why Jody would choose a black one to boost his confidence.
She must have spent a lot of money for him, the least he could do is at least try it on. Driver will probably be gone for a while if he’s working on the Mustang, so there’s no better time than now.
He takes off his comfortable sweats and cable-knit before picking up the lace panties again. They glide smoothly over his legs and he’s surprised at how soft and comfortable they actually feel to wear. The same goes for the stockings, though he struggles a bit with the garter belt and how to attach it to the stockings.
For a moment he thinks he might actually feel a bit more confident once he’s finished putting everything on. He walks over to their full length mirror in the hallway to look at himself in the lingerie set and immediately feels worse again.
The black lace looks beautiful and contrasts nicely with his pale skin, but that's where the positives end in his opinion. The garter belt cuts into the skin where it’s stretched around his baby bump and he can see the flesh of his thighs being squeezed by the stockings’ lace. Unlike the models who usually wear this kind of lingerie in ads, his skin is not smooth and sleek. Not to mention he hasn’t shaved in a while.
He turns away from his reflection in shame. How could Driver ever find an old omega like him attractive? Did he accidentally baby trap the young alpha into caring for him?
His spiralling thoughts are interrupted though by the sound of the door unlocking and Grace freezes in shock. What is Driver doing home already? He didn’t expect the other to finish with his chores so quickly. He looks around frantically before grabbing the first clothing item he can find to cover himself. It just so happens to be the alpha’s white scorpion jacket that he must have left at home. That should have been the first clue for Grace that the younger wouldn’t be away for long.
He doesn’t have time to fumble with the zipper, so he just pulls the jacket closed with his hands as the alpha steps through the door. He’s carrying a small paper bag of groceries as well as a big bouquet of sunflowers. His eyes widen when they fall on Grace awkwardly standing in their hallway with his arms wrapped around himself almost protectively.
He follows the alpha’s gaze as it takes in first his own jacket on the omega before it travels down to where he could not hide his lace clad legs.
“H-hey, you’re back early!” Grace tries to break the silence and somehow distract the alpha from his appearance.
“I got you flowers.” Is the simple reply he’s given as Driver sets the things down on their kitchen aisle without looking away from him once. Rocky is already trying to get a good sniff at the groceries, standing on his back paws to be as tall as possible. “Thought they might cheer you up a bit.”
Grace can’t help the pleased sweet note in his scent when he sees the bouquet of sunflowers. They’re his favorite and the alpha takes great pleasure in comparing them to him whenever they see some.
“Oh, that’s really sweet of you.” He smiles, helplessly charmed by the young alpha before he remembers his current situation. “Let me- uhm, let me just change real quick.”
He tries to flee quickly but is stopped by a hand around his wrist turning him back around. It dislodges his grip on one end of the jacket, which swings open as Driver pulls him closer.
They lock eyes and Grace watches with bated breath as the alpha’s gaze slowly travels down to where the black lace is now completely revealed to him. Drivers licks the upper row of his teeth before wordlessly taking the toothpick out from between his lips.
“What’s this?” He doesn’t have to clarify what he means by the way his eyes are locked onto the garter belt stretched around his waist. Grace notes that the alpha’s voice has gone rough around the edges and his usually soft scent of leather and cotton now has a sharp bite of iron to it.
“Oh, this? I just wanted to try something new.” He chuckles nervously as the other slowly walks him backwards down the hall until they reach their bedroom.
Driver wordlessly kicks the door shut behind them with his foot, not breaking eye contact once. Grace swallows at the intense gaze. It’s finally then as the alpha crowds even closer that he realizes Driver likes this. Likes him in the lingerie and his jacket.
As if to prove his point, the alpha touches the black lace around his hip almost worshipfully, tracing the pattern along the inner seam of his thigh with his fingers. Grace tries not to whimper when they slip between his legs along where the thin strip of lace is barely covering his folds.
“And my jacket?” The alpha whispers as he noses along the side of his neck.
Grace doesn’t get time to answer though, as he suddenly falls forward with a gasp when the alpha slips two fingers past the fabric and between his folds. He holds onto the younger’s shoulders as he starts to pump his fingers in and out of him, rubbing along the spongy area of skin near his entrance with each withdrawal.
Driver kisses his temple sweetly as Grace helplessly mewls into his neck. His knees shake as the alpha keeps thrusting his fingers, adding a third. His other hand gropes along the lace covering his legs and glides up along his hips and waist beneath the jacket fervently.
It probably wasn’t the wisest turn of events to greet his mate, who has been abstinent for some while now, clad only in lace and his jacket that’s practically covered in his scent.
The alpha kisses along the side of his face until he finally reaches his lips and immediately slips his tongue between them hungrily. Grace moans into the messy kiss as Driver starts to thrust his tongue in the same tempo as his fingers.
He is so distracted by the sensations that he doesn't notice the alpha backing him up until his knees hit the bed. He falls back onto the soft sheets with a whimper when his mate’s fingers are dislodged while doing so.
Grace tries to catch his breath before looking up through wet lashes at the alpha standing at the foot of the bed watching him with hooded eyes. His face turns red when he notices the way he’s completely exposed and immediately crosses his legs to cover himself a bit again. Suddenly feeling intimidated, he averts his gaze, unconsciously presenting his neck in the process.
A low growl leaves Driver’s throat at the sight, the sound so unusual from the normally so gentle alpha that Grace can feel himself slicking up even further immediately. The alpha makes quick work of his belt buckle while he climbs onto the bed to hover above the omega.
He grasps Grace’s knees gently to pry his legs back apart to reveal the lace. He settles in the space between them with his bulge pressed directly against the panties and they both groan at the hot contact.
“Grace,” the alpha moans almost reverently. “Can I make you feel good, please?”
His sweet mate, always so polite and caring, even when Grace can see the way his whole body is trembling in strain. Through teary eyes he watches the younger man's flushed almost drunken-looking expression, before simply pulling him in for a sweet kiss in reply.
The alpha kisses back enthusiastically while fumbling with his zipper. The next thing Grace knows, fingers are quickly pushing the lace strip covering his cunt to the side before the hard mushroom-head of Driver’s cock is already pressing against his dripping entrance.
The alpha bullies his cock in with one smooth glide and Grace breaks the kiss to throw his head back with a high keen. Driver doesn’t waste a second, immediately latching onto the pale skin presented to him. He bites and nips at the omega’s throat, making Grace whimper as his mouth moves up to leave angry red marks in its wake. The alpha licks along his jawline not unlike a big dog, before biting down hard on the side of his neck and sinking his teeth in. Grace gasps and claws at his mate’s arms weakly.
Even though it’s been some time for them (comparatively), the alpha doesn’t take mercy on him. He sets a punishing pace right from the beginning, angling his hips up in a way he knows will hit Grace’s sensitive spots. Driver grits his teeth at the feeling of the omega's tight walls clenching around him. In turn Grace makes small breathy whines as his sweet spot is continuously hit and he’s filled to the brim.
Driver bends Grace's knees further forward, allowing him to thrust in deeper. The omega lets out a particularly loud mewl in response to the new angle. He really should have thought this through better.
“Missed this, missed you,” the alpha whines as he snaps his hips forwards.
Burying his face in the crook of his mate's neck to take in his lovely scent, Grace feels his abdomen clench as the pleasure builds. “I missed you, too.”
The alpha quickens his pace in response and Grace is glad that they have no neighbouring apartment next to them anymore when the headboard starts hitting the wall loudly.
Though Driver was being careful with him (always so careful), the position still starts to take its toll on Grace’s pregnant body and his face contorts not in pleasure for once. The younger immediately notices and stops all movement. He assesses Grace for a second and the omega doesn’t even have to clarify before Driver is already changing their position.
Grace blinks as he’s carefully lifted and the next moment he’s sat atop straddling the alpha who’s looking up at him reverently. “Is this better?”
He glances down at the other, who looks up at him with pure adoration, and feels a small rush of something that might almost be power.
“Yeah,” he breaths out before he slowly starts to sink down on the alpha’s angrily twitching cock. “This is better.”
Driver immediately paws at his legs and grits his teeth as he’s swallowed in blissful heat again and Grace is certain of the rush of power he then feels. He starts to experimentally roll his hips and watches as the alpha’s breath starts to stutter, his adoring gaze never leaving Grace. The younger’s hands can’t seem to stop caressing up and down his lace covered thighs, occasionally gripping on tight when he clenches down on his pulsating cock.
“Grace, Grace, Grace, my omega, so beautiful.” Driver moans as he speeds up his tempo and begins to truly bounce on the alpha’s cock.
Grace can’t help himself and squeezes down playfully, drawing out a long whine from his young mate. In this position, with the alpha looking at him like he’s some kind of deity, Grace suddenly feels confident – finally feels like he fits into the lingerie.
“My sweet boy, you like this?” He asks breathlessly as he supports himself on the other’s chest to fuck himself on the alpha’s cock better.
“Yes!” Driver immediately answers dutifully, hands gliding up to squeeze at his lace covered hips.
The younger’s blonde hair is sticking up slightly on the pillow beneath his head and Grace feels so incredibly fond. He brushes some of the hair sticking to the alpha’s forehead away and Driver immediately nuzzles into the hand when it moves to cup his cheek.
“Grace,” he whines into his hand when he grinds down with a roll of his hips that has the alpha spasming slightly underneath him.
It’s only then that he notices that Driver still has his white henley on, now sticking to his skin and almost see-through with sweat. He paws at the shirt that’s keeping them from more skin contact with a simple “Off!”
Driver listens immediately and pulls the shirt off quickly, revealing glistening skin and lean muscles. Grace can’t help but lick his lips at the sight, for once not minding feeling like a cougar.
He moves to also take off the white scorpion jacket but is once again quickly stopped by a hand on his wrist. He looks down to see the alpha looking up at him pleadingly. “Leave it on, please.”
Grace studies the young alpha’s face for a moment before chuckling fondly. Of course his sweet mate likes to see him wearing his clothes, practically covered and marked in his leather and cotton scent.
With a quick kiss to the alpha’s forehead, he resumes his pace on fucking himself on the younger’s cock. Grace mewls, squeezing his eyes shut as Driver’s cock rubs against his insides. It feels as though he is being split open in the best possible way, as though his mate is reshaping him so that only he can fit perfectly into Grace's most inner place.
The building heat in his abdomen as well as the strain of his pregnancy have his limbs trembling soon and his pace faltering. So he squeezes his mate’s hands where they’re gripping him like iron bands around his hips. “Be a good boy and help me out.”
Driver’s eyes immediately snap to attention, pupils dilating even further. “Yes, Grace.”
The hands around his hips grip on tightly as he lifts the omega before pulling him back down forcefully onto his cock. Grace throws his head back with a keen when the alpha hits his cervix dead on. “Yes! Right there!”
The alpha’s hooded eyes slowly travel down from his flushed face, zeroing in on his chest. Grace takes notice of this and sticks out his chest with a teasing smile. He doesn’t know where all this confidence is suddenly coming from, but the alpha looking up at him reverently with an almost drunken gaze is certainly helping.
“See something you like, sweet boy?” He gasps out as the other keeps fucking up into him.
Driver wordlessly nods his head, eyes still fixed on his pink and perked nipples peeking out from beneath the jacket. His chest hasn’t grown much yet in this stage of the pregnancy, but the alpha doesn’t seem to mind at all. Grace cards a hand through his mate’s soft hair before gently pulling him towards his flushed chest. The alpha takes the silently given permission and immediately latches onto one of the pink nubs, licking and suckling at it in tandem.
Driver licks Grace's nipples before biting down on it, drawing a moan from him. After kissing the bruised spot wetly, he moves on to the other nipple to repeat the action. His thrusts become more and more erratic as his grip on Grace’s hips grows tighter with a bruising strength.
“Grace, Grace,” he keeps whining inbetween sucks, eyes glazed over and face flushed.
“It will take some more time before the milk comes in,” the omega explains sweetly while gently carding his fingers through the alpha’s hair, who whines at the mere possibility of drinking his mate’s breast milk.
Grace mewls into the other's ear as white hot pleasure courses through his body, the alpha hitting his sweet spot with brutal precision. He keeps mouthing and sucking at the omega’s tits like he can somehow get the milk to come out early through pure will power alone.
Grace moans a staccato of ah ah ahs as Driver guides his hips up and down while thrusting his own hips up, bullying his cock as deeply into him as possible. He hits Grace’s sweet spot as well as the entrance of his cervix almost brutally each time. The pleasure starts to coil in his abdomen and he winds his arms around the alpha’s neck to hold on better.
“That’s it, that’s my good boy!” Grace moans at a particularly hard thrust that makes his legs tingle.
Driver growls in response, biting at his nipple one last time before moving his head up to nip and suck at his scent gland possessively. Grace throws his head back with a keen, his back arching and nails raking along the alpha’s shoulders as his toes curl in pleasure. White spots dance in his vision as an intense heat gathers deep in his core before it unfurls all at once. He comes with a loud wail, tears gathering in his eyes at the overwhelming sensation.
The alpha fucks him through his orgasm, almost drilling him right into oversensitivity through a mix of pain and pleasure. Luckily for him, the other doesn’t last long after and soon also comes with a deep growl, biting down on Grace’s scent gland as he forcefully pulls him back onto his pulsating cock one last time.
Driver’s cum fills him in hot spurts and Grace whimpers weakly at the sensation. The alpha lets himself fall forward into the omega, clinging to Grace and not bothering to pull out as he buries his face in his neck. Grace soothingly runs his fingers through the other’s hair and the alpha immediately pretty much starts purring, a deep rumbling emerging from his chest.
Grace pulls them back until they gently land back on the sheets, with the alpha lying on top of him. They both lie there for a while, trying to catch their breath. He’s fairly certain that the wet patch he’s lying on is from the jacket he’s still wearing and not their sheets.
“I’m sorry, your jacket probably needs to be dry cleaned now.” He mumbles apologetically into the alpha’s soft strands of hair.
“It’s fine, I like it like this.” Driver states plainly, and Grace can’t help the incredulous snort at his mate simply admitting that he would wear the jacket covered in their cum and slick. Surely he must be joking, right?
“The lingerie is also ruined, I think.” Grace adds on with a chuckle, to which the alpha actually responds with a disgruntled whine.
“I will buy you more,” the alpha states, much to Grace’s shock. “A babydoll should be more comfortable for you.”
“Y-you really want to buy me more lingerie?” Grace can’t help but ask, all the confidence from earlier already having left him.
At that Driver finally lifts his head from where he still had it buried in the crook of Grace’s neck. The alpha studies his face with a frown, his intense eyes searching for something.
“Does this have something to do with what has been bothering you?” He asks softly, his hands squeezing Grace’s waist gently in support as if to ground him. But Grace still can’t help but to avert his gaze, suddenly feeling stupid about his insecurities when the young alpha is so clearly devoted to him. Well, it’s clear to him now, at least in hindsight.
“It’s silly.” He tries to deflect but Driver’s piercing gaze stays steady on him, not giving an inch, so Grace finally relents with a sigh. “A coworker just said some things that made me feel insecure about my looks, but he didn’t even mean anything by it. I was just spiralling.”
The alpha’s brows furrow at the words and Grace knows that if he had a toothpick right now, he would be rolling it around between his lips in contemplation.
“What did he say?” He demands softly, gaze not leaving Grace’s face once.
Grace ducks his head as he remembers the conversation in question, and the alpha immediately starts rubbing circles into his waist soothingly with his thumbs.
“Just- something about how you would lose interest,” he tries to recap with red ears, “Since, you know, I’m much older than you and lost my shape because of the pregnancy.”
Driver listens intently, jaw tensing with each word until the veins in his neck started showing. He’s silent for a while after, seemingly thinking the new information over. His thumbs still trace soothing circles into the skin of Grace’s waist though.
“Grace,” he finally speaks up, his voice soft, “Your mere existence saves me. There is no one I adore more than you.”
Grace’s face flames up at the clear devotion in those words and he can’t stop his eyes from tearing up slightly.
“And you’ve never looked more attractive than now, carrying our pup.” He underlines his words with a kiss to the omega’s eyes, gently kissing the now flowing tears away. “I would do anything for you.”
In turn Grace can’t help the sob that finally breaks free, throwing his arms around the alpha’s neck. “I love you.”
“I love you, too. So much.” Driver whispers before leaning in to kiss him deeply.
Grace smiles into the kiss, his cheeks wet with tears. He draws the alpha as close as possible, giggling when the other growls playfully as he clenches around where the alpha is still buried inside him. The pregnancy hormones keep making him horny and they haven’t been intimate for a while after all. He deserves this treat.
The next day at work he walks into the teacher’s lounge with a skip in his steps, lower back pain not even able to stop him from expressing his good mood. Hani takes immediate notice and smiles at him as he sits down next to her.
“Someone had a good weekend.” She teases him and he can’t help but chuckle in response.
He takes out his lovingly packed lunch box and reads the encouraging message his mate left him, before he turns to Hani with a bashful grin. “You know what? I really did.”
Her eyes crinkle up in joy and she teasingly bumps his knee, before taking a bite off her apple slice. Grace gently nudges her knee back jokingly, before taking a big bite off his own sandwich (which is delicious as always). They eat in companionable silence for a while, both looking through their own lesson plans, before the door to the teacher’s lounge suddenly bursts open.
They turn around in shock to see Jeff standing in the doorway, looking harried and pale. Grace watches in concern as his colleague practically collapses into the chair closest to the door.
“Are you alright, Jeff? You’re late.” Hani asks with a frown as she puts her lunch down to turn her full attention to the other.
“I- There-,” Jeff huffs out before gathering himself. “Someone trashed my car!”
Grace also turns to the other fully then in shock. Jeff looks rather haunted as he continues, “Didn’t even leave a message! Just completely destroyed it with a hammer or a bat or something.”
Other colleagues start to gather as Jeff explains his current situation, blaming his ex’s new alpha girlfriend as possible suspect. Grace listens with a sympathetic ear as he resumes eating his lunch, glad for once that he bikes to work (when his mate doesn’t drive him).
However his attention is diverted when his phone chimes with a new message. He checks to see that Driver has sent him a single message containing a simple “<3”.