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Taeyong was a sight, stretched across the couch in shorts that barely kissed his pale upper thighs and a t-shirt so big, it looked like it could fit him three times over.
Thin fingers reached to tuck pastel pink strands behind his ear as he concentrated on redecorating his island.
“Are you winning?” Johnny knew you didn’t actually win in Animal Crossing, but he hated passing up a good joke.
The eye roll and small smile—accompanied with the kick of fuzzy socked feet—he got in return made it worth it and Johnny leaned over the back of the couch, crowding into his husband’s space. Immediately, his body casted a shadow on the screen and Taeyong muttered something before he put his Switch to sleep and shifted onto his back to stare up at Johnny.
“You’re home early.”
“Well, what kind of mate would I be if I let my mate brave the beginning of his heat alone?” There was a flash of annoyance on Taeyong’s face as he sat up, furrowing his eyebrows.
“Please don’t tell me you told Doyoung that? You know he hates that shit,” Johnny stood up straight, wiggled his eyebrows before he shrugged off his blazer and draped it on the other end of the couch.
“Of course not. I just submitted heat leave paperwork and within 10 minutes, Jaehyun was telling me to get lost.” Just as quickly as the annoyance appeared, it left and Taeyong cracked a smile.
“I should consider myself lucky then, right?”
Whether Taeyong meant to or not, the comforting scent of fresh laundry pulsed through the living room, invaded Johnny’s senses and made him feel hazy.
If Taeyong’s pheromones were already this strong, then this heat was going to be something.
“Since we’re not syncing up this time, I should consider myself lucky.” The effects of Johnny’s words were immediate, because Taeyong looked away with a pink flush on his cheeks.
Pups had been on Taeyong’s mind for upwards of a year, but after almost a decade of suppressants and blockers, it took some time to detox his body.
Now, with a steady heat cycle of once every three months, he was sure he was ready.
Taeyong didn’t, however, want to make this heat all about conceiving and he’d told Johnny as much.
What he didn’t count on, was how much his mate had been thinking about and imagining him round with pups since they’d broached the topic all those months ago.
As he lay on Johnny’s chest, straddling his lap and trying to watch whatever English comedy movie Johnny turned on, he could feel himself getting antsy.
His blood was thrumming underneath his skin and he wanted to blame it all on his incoming heat, but all his thoughts were still lucid and he just really wanted Johnny to knot him.
Warm, big hands played with the hem of his shorts, toying with the fabric until the curve of his ass cheeks were exposed. Taeyong glanced up at Johnny’s face and saw that the man’s attention was still completely on the movie and not on the fact that he was turning Taeyong on.
With the skin exposed, the same hands moved to trace the curves, pinching and squeezing the sensitive skin at random intervals.
Johnny had to know what he was doing and if he kept at it, there would certainly be a wet mark on Johnny’s black shirt because Taeyong wasn’t wearing underwear.
When the fingers slipped up the back of Taeyong’s shorts, it became apparent that Johnny was aware. Fingers traced the outside of his rim, collecting and spreading slick as they circled around, not quite dipping inside.
Soft guttural sounds left his mouth as Johnny’s other hand gripped at his waist, holding him still while his busy fingers slipped through more slick.
“You know I can always smell when you want me, baby,” Johnny murmured into Taeyong’s hair, finally saying something.
It shouldn’t have been embarrassing, but Taeyong buried his face in Johnny’s chest, whimpering when Johnny finally slipped a finger inside and massaged along his walls.
Beneath him, Taeyong could feel both himself and Johnny growing hard and he unconsciously ground his hips down, simultaneously making Johnny’s finger slip deeper and making Johnny groan.
“How do you feel?” The deep tone of Johnny’s voice sent shivers down Taeyong’s back and he forced himself to gather whatever coherent thoughts he had left to answer him.
“M’okay, just please, Johnny,” Taeyong spoke, fisting Johnny’s t-shirt when he added another finger inside of him. He could already feel slick soaking through the terry cloth of his shorts.
For several long moments, Johnny worked two, then three digits into Taeyong, the movie forgotten in the background as a soft, wet squelching noise filled the room.
As the tight coil in the pit of his stomach wound tighter and tighter, Taeyong let out more whimpers, spreading his legs further apart. Johnny took this as an invitation to scissor his fingers apart inside of Taeyong and before long, he was tightening around Johnny’s fingers and coming with soft, sweet pants against Johnny’s chest.
They heightened in pitch as Johnny continued, grinning when Taeyong’s slick gushed from around his fingers, slipping down Taeyong’s thighs and onto his shirt.
“Can you come untouched again for me baby? One right after the other?” Johnny asked, licking his lips as his other hand continued to hold him in place, rubbing at Taeyong’s prostate. He was already sensitive, so it wasn’t long before he did just that and came again, probably soaking the upper part of Johnny’s shirt with drool.
Only then did Johnny slip out his fingers, wipe them on the leg of his sweatpants and sit up, his other hand still in place to keep Taeyong’s shaking body steady.
Taeyong’s shorts were sticky, but he didn’t have it in him to pull them off. Instead, all he could do was continue to pant against Johnny’s chest and hope that Johnny took enough pity on him to either let him catch his breath and fuck him, or carry him to the bedroom and, well, fuck him.
Though actually, at this point, Johnny could do whatever he wanted to him, just as long as it ended with him hanging off Johnny’s knot.
Taeyong ended up getting the best of both words when Johnny carried him—bridal style—into the bedroom and laid him down on the bed.
The same hands that had been holding him down and making him come, tenderly undressed him until he was sprawled out and naked on what Taeyong endearingly called their ‘heat sheets.’
Soft beneath Taeyong’s hyper-sensitive skin, stain resistant, and woven with some kind of ‘cooling’ material, they were perfect for when he or Johnny were going through their cycles.
His admiration of the sheets aside, Taeyong couldn’t take his eyes off Johnny as the other man moved through the apartment, stacking protein bars, sports drinks, water, and pillows next to the bed for later. Taeyong was already sticky between his thighs and when he reached to survey how thick his slick was, a low growl sounded from the corner of the room.
“Yong.” Rather than stop, Taeyong slipped two fingers inside of himself and removed them, pulling them apart to show Johnny how slick webbed his fingers together.
He couldn’t smell himself, but he knew the room probably smelled like a laundromat and was driving Johnny up the wall. In fact, he could smell Johnny’s pheromones filtering into the air as well, filling Taeyong’s entire consciousness with the spice of cinnamon.
Good, Taeyong thought, because his brain already felt like melting ice cream.
Johnny’s pupils dilated and he gave Taeyong another glance before he quickly returned with a few more bottles of water. He threw them in the direction of the others and shed his sweatpants and shirt, crawling onto the bed until he was hovering over Taeyong, eyeing his mating mark.
“Alpha,” Taeyong sighed, wrapping his arms around Johnny’s neck and looking up at him with wide eyes, “my alpha.”
He knew it would please his mate’s wolf and get him what he wanted quicker.
Usually one for teasing and games, even in bed, Johnny took several deep breaths and mouthed at Taeyong’s neck, right where his scent was the strongest. When he sunk his teeth right above Taeyong’s mating mark, Taeyong’s eyes rolled back and he instinctively reached up to yank Johnny's hair.
He looked at Taeyong with an expression so feral and wild, it made another wave of slick gush from between his legs.
Johnny may not have been in rut, but he sure fucked like he was, and for that Taeyong was thankful because once his heat set in, he wanted to crawl out of his skin whenever he didn’t have something inside of him, filling him.
The strongest so far since going off the suppressants meant that his waves were longer than usual. When he didn’t feel like he’d die if Johnny wasn’t inside of him, he had a few moments of coherent thought before passing out.
Throughout it all, Johnny managed to keep them both adequately hydrated, fed and somewhat clean.
With the thought of pups subconsciously on his mind, Taeyong’s instincts resisted a shower whenever Johnny suggested it. Apparently he’d mumbled something about wanting to stay covered in Johnny’s scent and keeping as much come as possible inside of him by only lying on his back.
Only when his heat broke on the fifth day, did Taeyong realize how rank he smelled and ask Johnny to carry him to the bathroom. He sat, hunched on the closed toilet seat as Johnny took care of him, washing his hair and scrubbing his skin clear of sweat, come, and spit.
There were the beginnings of bags beneath his mate’s eyes, so after eating the pizza Johnny ordered for them and helping—as best he could—to change the sheets back to normal, non-heat proof ones, he suggested they take a well needed rest.
It only took a mere ten minutes of Taeyong threading his fingers through Johnny’s hair for him to fall asleep, snores and all.
The fact that he’d actually succeeded in getting pregnant wasn’t surprising to Taeyong when he found himself sitting in Taeil’s office.
What was surprising was that his doctor seemed shocked to see him so soon.
“Didn’t you say you recently stopped taking your suppressants? It’s quite astounding you managed to conceive so quickly. You and your mate sure are a healthy bunch, aren’t you?” With a chuckle, he scribbled a prescription for prenatal vitamins and told Taeyong to come back in a few weeks for an ultrasound and checkup.
“If you have any questions or concerns, don’t hesitate to call me. I will usually personally answer and if I can’t, Dr. Nakamoto can help you as well. Here is his number.” Taeyong accepted the white card with a smile and soft thank you before he slung his messenger back on his shoulder and left the office.
He’d barely made it down into the subway station when his phone rang, Johnny’s name dancing across the screen.
“Are you finished yet? Were the tests accurate? Will we be having a pup? Pups?” Johnny continued his barrage of questions until Taeyong stood off to the side, laughing into the phone.
That made Johnny pause and he let out a wounded hmph, “why are you laughing? This is serious. I’ve been thinking about it all day since I saw you peeing on like three tests at once. Which, by the way, was really weird, but I seriously respect your dedication to being efficient.”
“It is, you’re right,” Taeyong cleared his throat, forcing himself to stop laughing, “they were accurate. I have another appointment in a few weeks and can you believe Dr. Moon was surprised to see me? He said we must both be really healthy.”
Taeyong could see himself in the nearby large mirror and he looked stupid, leaning against the wall and smiling, but he had every right to be giddy. He and Johnny were going to be parents and now he could start thinking about how they were going to decorate the extra room in their apartment.
“Well, I need to get on the subway and head home. I’ll see you later, baby,” Johnny chuckled over the line and he sighed. Whether he admitted it or not, he loved when Taeyong used pet names and they both knew it.
“Okay, Yong. I’ll see you when I get home. We’ll celebrate then, alright?” Taeyong hummed into the phone and then with one final goodbye, the call ended.
He slipped his phone into his pocket and pressed his card on the scanner before heading down the stairs and waiting for the subway.
When it finally arrived and some passengers filed off as others rushed on, Taeyong unconsciously cradled his stomach and shuffled into the nearly packed car.
Taeyong ended up squished against the opposite door, in between a female omega who smelled like roses and what seemed to be a male beta. Seeing as how they were all squished, it took Taeyong a few moments to realize that the person pressing all of them into the door was a large, heavily muscled alpha, loudly yapping on his phone.
Despite all the nasty looks, the alpha kept talking and only when his conversation ended did he finally shut up. He made no effort to not smush the people nearest to him and it made Taeyong’s blood boil, but he knew he couldn’t say anything. Instead, he held his bag over his stomach and hunched closer to the door, hoping more people got off at the next stop.
When that proved to be hopeless, Taeyong just stilled himself for the next three stops and stared at his phone, replying to a few messages he’d missed during his appointment.
He only noticed the obnoxious alpha had moved closer to him when the acrid smell of freshly cut apples flooded his nose. The moment he looked up, he caught the alpha staring at him.
Trying to be as discreet as possible with the little room he had, he pretended to itch his neck and show off his mating scar, as well as the ring on his left hand. The man noticed and narrowed his eyes, making a gruff sound before he moved out of Taeyong’s face and got off on the next stop.
It wasn’t always that easy to get rid of an alpha interested in him, but he was unusually thankful that it’d gone fairly smoothly today. It would’ve been horrible to receive such good news, only to have it dampened by a bullheaded alpha that didn’t understand that no meant no.
After a few soft pushes, Taeyong was able to get off at his stop and he hurried up the stairs, scanned his card, and got on the escalator heading to the exit closest to his apartment.
Less than an hour later, he was sitting in the extra bedroom, deciding when he would paint the barren walls pastel yellow. He already knew he’d draw some freehand ducks as well, but he figured that if it got too exhausting, he could always get some decals.
Giggling to himself with his phone in his hand, in the same room, was where Johnny found him when he finally got home. By that point, Taeyong had already spent nearly $300 on deliveries that were going to start showing up as early as the next day.
“It’s almost like you had all of that waiting in your checkout cart…” Johnny mumbled from behind Taeyong, making the other man startle and drop his phone into his lap. When he caught sight of Johnny in the large mirror tilted against the wall, he grinned and rose to his feet, opening his arms for a hug.
As usual, Johnny wrapped his long arms around him and held him so tight, Taeyong was sure his feet were barely touching the floor.
“I can’t believe we’re having a pup or puppies. We really did it, Yong. You did it.” It was entirely too early into the pregnancy to blame it for the tears that welled in his eyes, so he just nodded and held onto Johnny, taking in his mate’s scent.
When Johnny let him go, there was a damp spot on his suit jacket and Taeyong whipped at it uselessly, laughing.
As time passed, Taeyong could feel and see the various changes in his body, particularly noting the roundness his stomach was starting to take on. There was also the matter of his legs, which had already been kind of small, thickening with extra ‘baby weight’ as Taeil had so playfully put it. Suddenly, his tighter fitting jeans could only make it half way up his thighs.
The shorts he’d worn during his last heat still fit, courtesy of the copious amounts of polyester and spandex, but the material stretched—and squeezed—noticeably around his fuller thighs and ass.
He hadn’t noticed just how tight they’d gotten until a lazy weekend when he shuffled out the bedroom, in his usual attire of the shorts and an oversized shirt.
Taeyong was on his way to separate the clothes in their hamper when he saw that the task was already done. So, he got the laundry basket and piled the dark clothes inside before walking to the kitchen to load the machine.
As he bent over, he heard some shuffling behind him and stood up, catching sight of Johnny just staring at him with dark eyes from across the room.
“You look like you want to eat me,” Taeyong chuckled as he went back to loading the washer. When he was done and turned around again, Johnny wasn’t across the room anymore but right behind him, moving slowly to cage him against the kitchen counter with his body.
“And what if I do? Want to eat you?” The humored smile slipped from Taeyong’s lips and it was then that he picked up on the thick, spicy smell surrounding him and crowding his senses.
The realization made a shiver run down his spine and he turned to lean his back against the counter, swallowing hard as he looked up at Johnny.
His mate’s words alone already made him wet and the longer Johnny just stared at him, the more he pressed his thighs together, already feeling the fabric of his shorts sticking to his ass and thighs with slick.
“Then you can.” This was corny and bad, but Taeyong didn’t care. Especially not when Johnny started to sink to his knees in front of him, hands on Taeyong’s waist as he held his gaze.
Fingers dug into the waistband of the shorts and inched them down Taeyong’s thighs, tugging when the damp fabric clung to Taeyong’s skin. With a little more urgency, the shorts were pulled down to his ankles and he stepped out them. Johnny also bunched up his shirt and told him to hold the bottom of it.
Whether it was the hormones or just the effect Johnny had on him, but his dick was curved towards his rounded stomach and his legs were sticky with slick. Strong hands spread his thighs a bit and then Johnny’s tongue was on him, laving at the head of his dick and down the shaft before he took him deeper into his mouth.
One of Taeyong’s hands gripped the counter while his other hand continued to hold the hem of his shirt, panting as his cock slipped further down Johnny’s throat.
He didn’t know when he started rocking on the balls of his feet, but he was aware when a thick finger slipped between the cheeks of his ass, toying with the stickiness that had collected there before it dipped into his hole.
Taeyong’s knee’s threatened to buckle, so he leaned further back onto the counter, feeling the material digging into his tender back. He would need a massage later, but the condition of his back was the furthest thing from his mind.
Johnny’s throat felt like heaven and as he pulled off with a soft, damp pop, Taeyong keened at the feeling of another finger joining Johnny’s previous one to stroke at his walls, just shy of his prostate.
“Put your leg over my shoulder and keep leaning back on the counter.” As he spoke, Taeyong took in how red, swollen and slicked with spit Johnny’s lips were. More slick dripped from him and he could feel his body trying to pull Johnny’s digits deeper inside.
With a focus he wasn’t sure how he mustered, Taeyong did as he was told and gasped when Johnny took his tongue and licked at his taint.
“How are you so sweet?” The bass in Johnny’s voice made his mate’s face redden and Taeyong began panting, soft and sweet as Johnny’s tongue traveled to his inner thighs, lapping up the traces of slick from earlier.
“Johnny…” Even without much stimulation on his cock, he could feel it twitching and felt himself getting closer and closer to the tipping point.
Once again, the fingers inside squelched as Johnny moved them quickly, continuing to bite and lick the inside of his thighs.
More soft ahhs and oohs filled the kitchen when Johnny finally began to stroke Taeyong’s dick. It was then that Taeyong accidently lost hold of his shirt and it fell over Johnny’s head.
In those brief moments, even though Taeyong couldn’t see what Johnny was doing, he could feel it. The lack of visual stimulation, sans for the shape of Johnny’s head underneath his shirt, was what sent him over the edge.
HIs orgasm seemed to ebb and flow from him in waves, like it’d been built up over a long time. As if Johnny expected as much, Johnny slipped out his fingers and steadied Taeyong, before he uncovered his face and stood up.
The sight alone was enough to make Taeyong’s spent cock twitch in intense interest.
Thick white stripes were splattered across his cheek, nose and lips that were stretched into a dopey grin. When his tongue darted out and dragged what it could reach into his mouth, Taeyong watched, transfixed. A moan escaped when he watched Johnny swallow it and he turned his head, hurriedly reaching for some paper towels to clean what Johnny’s tongue missed.
“You’re insane,” Taeyong huffed, crumpling the dirty paper towels in his hand as he waddled toward the trash can. He made the mistake of stepping on his long-abandoned shorts and felt the material squish underneath his foot.
Johnny saw it too and snickered before he picked up the shorts and threw them into the washer.
All jokes aside, Taeyong’s body was still thrumming from his orgasm and he turned to look at Johnny, noticing just how much he was tenting in his pants.
Trying to return even a fraction of spontaneity, he reached and palmed it softly before he pulled at Johnny’s shirt, leading him into their bedroom. The dark eyes and thick scent were back and Taeyong knew Johnny’s wolf was anxious to take him, but Johnny let Taeyong do what he wanted.
Which is how they ended up in one of Taeyong’s favorite positions with him on his side and Johnny spooning him from behind, rhythmically fucking into him at a maddeningly deliberate pace.
Arms were wrapped around his waist, accommodating for his growing bump as he squirmed against Johnny, senselessly mumbling about wanting Johnny to knot him.
“But you’re already pregnant, Yong,” Johnny cooed quietly, his voice still soft as one his hands splayed across Taeyong’s stomach.
A broken mantra of please please please alpha fell from Taeyong’s mouth like rivulets of rain and Johnny wasn’t one to deny his mate and he buried his face in Taeyong’s neck, taking in his scent that had become faintly tinged with fresh flowers and milk.
Taeyong whined because it felt like Johnny grew harder inside of him and before long, his knot was catching on Taeyong’s rim.
While one hand rubbed gently at Taeyong’s belly, Johnny’s other hand trailed between Taeyong’s thighs and pinched at the thickened flesh before he started to stroke Taeyong in-tandem with his thrust.
It had been a long time since a coherent thought crossed Taeyong’s mind and instead he just placed one of his hands over Johnny’s on his stomach and used the other to grip the sheets as white heat shot through his body.
With Johnny’s knot lodged comfortably inside of him and one final squeeze to his dick, Taeyong came, shaking and begging Johnny to come inside, fill him and knot him.
When his mate finally obliged and did just as he asked, Taeyong moaned in satisfaction and reached back to thread his fingers through Johnny’s hair as pulse after pulse spilled inside of him.
The next morning, Taeyong stripped the sheets from the bed and shoved them into the washer before he went into the bathroom to shower, anxious to get the traces of last night’s dried orgasms off his skin.
As he stripped in front of the mirror, he took stock of the mottled possessive bite marks around his mating scar, as well as the ones between his thighs.
He had expected to find one or two marks there, but it seems he’d underestimated Johnny’s newfound obsession with his fuller thighs. Instead, there had to be at least six or seven marks littered between his upper thighs and even one just shy of his ass cheek.
When had Johnny done that?
With a laugh, he took another look at his entire body in the mirror and smiled, rubbing at his stomach before he stepped into the steam of the shower.