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When it happens for the first time, Jisung sits on the other end of the sofa, watching Felix cradling his fussing daughter in his arms.
It starts as a tingling feeling in his chest – the need to hold the crying baby and check on her, make sure she isn’t hungry or upset. Jisung tries to ignore it as much as he can, knowing that his omega instincts are just going haywire in the presence of a newborn.
He can’t dismiss it as easily half an hour later, when he feels warmth spill down his front as the baby starts full-on crying. Felix shoots him an apologetic smile, saying that his daughter is demanding her afternoon nap. Jisung nods with an absent-minded smile, placing one of his hands on his chest after Felix leaves to put her into her crib in the adjacent room.
When his fingers come away damp, the shock leaves him sitting frozen on the couch, staring dumbly at his hand. Being four months pregnant and new to all the things that come with it, Jisung is still ninety percent sure that he isn’t supposed to be producing milk this early on.
He cranes his neck to look down to assess the damage. Two damp circles, not bigger than a grape in diameter, sit right where his hard nipples are rubbing against the cotton material. The more Jisung is aware of the fluid leaking out of him, the more the buds become tender to even the slightest shifts of his t-shirt against his body.
Jisung is about to put his discarded hoodie on, but in that moment, Felix announces his return by softly closing the door to the baby’s room. His smile morphs into a curious ‘o’, nose scrunching when their gazes meet. Then, his eyes fall on the front of Jisung’s shirt.
“Jisungie…,” Felix says his name softly, a knowing look appearing in his eyes like a flickering light.
“Shit, I’m so sorry, Lix. This is so embarrassing.”
Head falling into his hands, Jisung hears rushed footsteps coming to the couch. Felix is by his side in a second, his palm warm against his back where it rubs comfortable circles into his skin. Dark orange tones mix in the air with his sweet raspberry, silently thanking his friend for trying to calm his nerves with his scent.
When Felix called him last Tuesday and invited him to come meet his and Chan’s baby daughter, Jisung wasn’t exactly planning on telling his friend about his own pregnancy yet. Sure, he was giddy with excitement, but he himself only learned that he was pregnant three weeks ago. It was all very new to him, and he didn’t want to steal Felix’s spotlight right on their first get-together after him and the baby got out of hospital.
But now, when he peeks through his fingers and sees the bright smile on Felix’s face, he guesses that their next conversation is inevitable. The only thing he can do now is to confirm what Felix is already suspecting.
“I found out few weeks ago,” Jisung begins, still feeling cautious about saying those two words out loud like he could jinx it by admitting it. “I’m pregnant.”
The pure, radiating joy on his friend’s face could rival that of the sun.
“Sungie, that’s amazing!”
The hug is soul-crushing, just like Jisung has expected. He lets himself be pulled into Felix’s arms, his own hands coming to wrap around his middle. The concoction of orange and chocolate fills his nose, his chin digging into the crook of Felix’s neck. His scent lulls him into comfort, feeling his crazed heartbeat calming down.
Jisung pulls away only when his tender nips start to ache from the friction, realizing that he is still leaking under his shirt. He clears his throat, cheeks aflame when Felix regards him with a fond look.
“What did Minho say when you told him?”
Jisung bites his lower lip, grinning. “He started crying right away. My big and strong alpha.”
They both chuckle out loud, the memory of that night playing on Jisung’s mind. Minho’s red eyes, the string of uncoherent words that Jisung couldn’t make out because of his loud sobbing. Minho’s smile that told him everything he wanted to hear and more. Minho’s love, pouring out of him in the shape of freshly grinded coffee beans coated in caramel, careful hand on Jisung’s belly.
After their laughter dies down, the uncomfortable feeling of wetness returns to the forefront of Jisung’s mind. He wraps his hands around his middle protectively.
“Ehm, when you were pregnant, did you… I mean, did this,” Jisung gestures with his hand to his shirt, face burning, “did it ever happen to you this early on?”
Felix nods in understanding. He hums, thinking about his answer for a few seconds.
“I felt tender a lot, but the leakage happened right before I gave birth. But, Jisungie,” he says in a soothing tone, “everybody’s different. And as far as I know, this is not a bad sign.”
“Even if it hurts?”
“Yeah, I think it just needs to leak out and then you are going to feel fine, hun.”
“Oh,” Jisung says intelligently.
He still feels weird sitting on Chan and Felix’s couch with his damp shirt, so he takes his hoodie and pulls it over his head. The soft fabric further warms his already burning skin, Minho’s scent enveloping him protectively like a blanket.
Jisung finishes his tea in a matter of minutes, sad that he has to leave his friend early but wanting nothing more than to run a nice, scalding bath and relief himself of the uncomfortable feeling. He gets up from the couch, Felix following after him to see him out of the door.
When Jisung is bending down to put his shoes on, Felix utters matter-of-factly, “You know, you can always ask Minho to help you with the pain.”
“Hmm, you’re right. His scent is pretty efficient at making me calm.”
The smirk Felix shoots him is a dangerous one.
“I wasn’t talking about his scent, Jisungie.”
Jisung raises his eyebrow at him but doesn’t ask further. Instead, he hugs his friend goodbye, promising that he will stop by soon when he is feeling better. When he walks out of the apartment building and into the busy streets, he can’t stop thinking about the meaning of Felix’s advice.
˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗
When Jisung turns the key in the door and steps into the apartment, he doesn’t have to call out for his husband; he knows he is there, his scent fresh in the air.
As if he could somehow summon him by thoughts only, Minho appears in the doorway leading from the kitchen, his working clothes exchanged for sweats and a scruffy t-shirt, cooking apron tied in the back. His megawatt smile is blinding, love downright pouring from his eyes.
“Hi, baby,” he greets him, coming closer to whisk Jisung into a kiss.
Melting in his embrace, Jisung can’t help but sigh into Minho’s lips when he feels his hand winding around his waist, the other coming up to lay protectively on his lower belly. In Minho’s presence, the pain he felt earlier diminishes a bit, but he can still feel his swollen breasts, aching for relief.
When Minho begins to pull away, Jisung brings him back by his hand gripping the front of his t-shirt. The urge to keep his alpha close is overwhelming, making him open wide and let Minho lick into his mouth. Heat starts pooling in his stomach, and the uncomfortable feeling is momentarily overshadowed by pure need.
“You okay, Jisungie? What’s wrong?” Minho questions between kisses. His breath is laboured, making Jisung’s omega feel proud at making his alpha needy.
He doesn’t want to stop greeting him with kisses, but when he doesn’t answer Minho’s question, his mate pulls away, wide eyes searching his face. One hand comes to cradle his cheek, tilts his head up so he can meet Minho’s eyes with his.
“I’m okay, it’s just…,” Jisung trails off, unknowing of how to say what happened.
Is Minho going to cringe at him? Think it’s disgusting?
Logically, Jisung knows Minho isn’t like that. He is the sweetest and most caring alpha he has ever met, his soulmate at first sight. Minho has never failed at making him feel beautiful every day for those five years that they have been together, but still… Jisung is aware that his body is changing, and even though it’s exciting to carry their baby inside him, it’s also as equally scary.
“Talk to me, please,” Minho rubs his nose into his neck, leaving his scent all over, the deliciously bittersweet mix of coffee and melted sugar, his favourite one.
Oh, how Jisung has missed him.
“I just… When I was visiting Felix today, his baby began to cry at some point and…,” Jisung takes a deep breath, steeling himself. “I don’t know how it’s possible but I started lactating when I heard it.”
Before Minho pulls away, he leaves little kisses over the bite mark he gave him almost a year ago on their wedding night. Jisung shivers, little sparks of arousal going straight to his lap.
“Does it hurt you, love?” He asks, his expression concerned.
Jisung nods, searching for Minho’s hand so he can intertwine their fingers.
“Yeah, but being with you already makes me feel better.”
Minho gives him the gentlest of kisses, the one that always makes Jisung melt inside, just like a snowflake under spring sunshine. He goes limp in his hold, longing to do everything his alpha tells him to.
“Go change into something comfortable, baby. I’m going to run you a bath, yeah?”
Not for the first time, Jisung thinks that their bond allows them the ability to read minds, because a bath is all he is desperately craving right now. Well, maybe except for…
“Will you join me, Min?”
His husband gives him a toothy grin. “Anything for my Jisungie.”
˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗
The water is scalding hot, just like Jisung wanted.
The bathroom is foggy with condensation, the air damp and filled with sugary sweet scent of the bath bomb Minho put into the water to dissolve. Discarding his bathrobe onto the floor, Jisung lowers himself into the tub, a satisfied hum escaping his lips when his skin starts to burn pleasantly.
After he finishes up in the kitchen, Minho appears in the doorway, lips stretched into a comforting smile. Watching unabashedly as he strips down to nothing, Jisung can’t help but admire his body. All the ridges and curves, his strong thighs that make him salivate.
He scoots down, making space for Minho to get behind him. Protective arms wrap around his middle, his back to Minho’s chest. It doesn’t escape Jisung’s attention when one of his hands starts to caress his belly, the bump barely visible but undeniably there.
Jisung would know; he has been checking himself in the mirror every day since he found out he was pregnant with their baby.
The purring comes as a second nature to him now, like breathing. He lets Minho know just how good he makes him feel with his touch, his sole presence. Jisung gets lingering kisses in return, peppered all over his nape, his scalp.
“How is Felix doing?” Minho quizzes, his lips ghosting all over his skin.
Jisung’s body goes limp in his hold.
“He looks tired, but so happy. Says it’s tough, now that Chan had to go back to work, but he wouldn’t change a thing.”
Minho’s hand rubs comforting circles into his bump.
“And the baby?”
“Healthy and beautiful,” Jisung answers, craning his neck to look at his mate.
Minho’s smile is captivating; it was one of the first things Jisung noticed about him when they first met at a college party. All the other omegas were plastered to his side, desperate for his attention, but when their eyes met across the living room, Jisung just knew. Just like Minho did.
Now, Jisung leans in, tasting the lips that he can’t wait to devour. He pulls Minho in by his hand on his cheek, demanding to be let inside when he licks into his mouth. Minho complies, lets Jisung set the rhythm. It’s not filthy yet, just deep and passionate kisses, but he can already feel the telltale sign of arousal growing in his stomach.
Distracting Minho with his mouth, Jisung starts grinding on his cock. He lets it slip into the cleft of his ass and whines every time it catches on his rim, hears Minho gasp between kisses. Coffee and caramel permeate the air around them, mixing with his raspberry and cream. Jisung swears he could get drunk on their combined scents.
“Please, Min. It hurts,” he whispers as he feels slick drip out of him alongside the leakage from his breasts.
“Shh, don’t worry, baby. Alpha’s going to take care of you.”
His voice is soothing, the touch feather-light. Jisung feels the hand lying on his belly moving up to his chest, cupping his tit. Looking down, he sees his bud between Minho’s thumb and pointer finger, feels the first squeeze that makes him leak profoundly. The relief is immediate, but the warmth coiling in his stomach becomes unbearable.
“More, Minho. I-I need more,” Jisung asks, his hole throbbing from the weight of Minho’s cock laying against it. He clenches around nothing, and a needy whimper escapes his lips without his permission.
“I got you.”
Minho squeezes his nip again, making Jisung see stars. He is full-on panting now, mouth hanging open as he tries to blindly navigate his hole onto Minho’s cock, chasing that burning hunger in his stomach.
His mate catches on quickly, his free hand moving down to where Jisung aches for him. When he feels two fingers breach him, he tries to spread his legs wider to give him better access, but the bathtub only allows him as much space. Still, Jisung’s omega feels proud at having captured his alpha’s attention.
“You are doing so good, love,” Minho whispers into his neck, his teeth lightly scraping the skin. “My perfect little omega.”
Jisung’s legs start to shake with extortion, but he wants nothing more than to make his alpha proud. He continues to fuck himself on his fingers while Minho milks his left tit, the white liquid pouring down his chest.
But after a while, when the relief he feels still doesn’t outweigh the pain, Jisung turns around in Minho’s embrace. Their hard cocks brush against each other, and Jisung can’t help himself but dive for Minho’s lips, more teeth than actual kisses.
The sound of his own growl surprises him.
“Take me to bed. I need you, Min.”
In any other circumstances, Jisung knows Minho would growl back, make him beg for it. He would tease him to tears, push him to the brink of orgasm and then deny him over and over again until he reduced Jisung to a pleading, begging mess. And Jisung wouldn’t stop him – he would want to make his alpha proud with his obedience.
But now, when his body is in actual pain, Minho doesn’t waste a second. He scoops him up from the tub, his strong arms supporting him by the back of his thighs, Jisung’s hands wrapped around his nape. Carrying him to their bedroom, Minho’s concerned eyes don’t stray away from his face the whole time.
Sitting down on the sheets, Minho arranges their position with him leaning on the headboard, Jisung perching astride on top of his stomach. The head of his cock is pressing into his rim, and Jisung can’t wait any longer. He sinks down, making Minho grab his hips and squeeze him tight, certainly leaving a bruise in the shape of his fingers.
“Fuck, Jisung-ah.”
“‘M sorry,” he stammers out, eyes closing shut from the pleasure that spills in his stomach. “I need you close.”
Jisung rides him, feels his hole stretch with each centimetre of him that he takes. He places his hand on his belly, the other supporting his weight on Minho’s thigh. He presses lightly on his bump, saying, “Now I’ve got you both inside me.”
The groan is barely audible, but it makes Jisung open his eyes nonetheless. Minho’s expression is dangerous, in the sense that he looks like he is just few seconds away from succumbing to his urges. Jisung can see it clearly, can smell it, too – how much Minho is trying to resist the need to swap their positions and fuck into him until he knots him, claims him again and fills him with his cum.
Up until this moment, Minho was just his spectator. He left him ride his cock as he pleased, but with one swift movement, he straightens up his upper body, his face just an inch away from Jisung’s. His hold on his hips tightens, making Jisung stop moving.
The kiss is so tender Jisung almost comes on the spot. The only thing he can feel right now is Minho’s plush mouth, his warm tongue against his. That’s why he jumps a bit when Minho’s fingers slip down his lower back and inside alongside his stilled cock.
Minho is still kissing him as he fingers him, swallows his words of protest when he pulls them out. The next thing Jisung feels is a slicked finger wetting his nipple, reminding him of the pain. He hisses at the contact, but Minho compensates him by littering kisses all over his face.
With one last kiss, Minho leans away. His eyes are dark and hazy, his lips swollen and glistening. Jisung watches as he bends down to be levelled with his chest.
“Tell me if it hurts too much, baby.”
And then, before Jisung can ask, Minho takes his slicked bud into his mouth and sucks.
Pure euphoria floods his veins, more slick dripping out of his hole and cock alike. He clenches around Minho, loud mewls echoing through their bedroom. Minho sucks again, this time with hint of teeth, and Jisung comes without a single touch.
Minho helps him ride out his orgasm. He starts moving his hips, grinding them against his hole in quick motion, but still careful enough to cause only pleasure. White ropes of slick lend on Minho’s chest, the air filled with sweet raspberry, coated in melted sugar.
“Shit, that was amazing,” Jisung sighs out, his cheek squished in Minho’s hair. His husband is still sucking his tit, head tilted to the side to watch his fucked-out expression. White liquid drips down his chin, and despite having just came, Jisung feels his spent cock twitch at the sight.
Minho stops moving inside him when Jisung starts whimpering with oversensitivity, popping of his nip to pull out. When Jisung catches up with his intentions, he clenches his muscles around him, hissing in warning with gritted teeth. “Stay. I want you inside.”
Licking his lips clean of the milk, Minho searches his face. “Are you sure, baby?”
“Yeah, it actually helps with the pain,” Jisung admits, both of his hands on Minho’s shoulders.
Before Minho turns his attention to his other tit, he brings him in for a languid kiss. Jisung tastes himself on his tongue, the mix of slick and the leakage. To say that it’s tasty would definitely be a stretch, but he could get used to it.
Minho must be thinking the same, because once he deems him properly kissed, he slicks and sucks the other bud into his mouth with no hesitation. He takes his time with this one, licking it with his tongue, carefully biting with his teeth. Jisung watches him the whole time, one of his hands moving up to card through his hair.
He starts moving his hips again, small circles in the shape of an eight. The cock inside him pulsates, low groans spilling past Minho’s lips as he continues to suck his other bud. To encourage him, Jisung slips his hand down to where they are connected, his fingers wrapping around the base and squeezing.
“Alpha,” he says breathily, “I want alpha’s knot. Please, Min.”
Jisung picks up the pace, moving up and down instead to the side when Minho growls, his hands coming to grip him by his asscheeks. He pulls one aside, revealing Jisung’s dripping hole to the rest of the room, his cock stuffing him full.
The probability of Minho knotting him outside of heat or his rut is low, but that doesn’t mean it hasn’t happened before. Jisung just has to get more creative, and luckily for him, by now, he has memorized all of Minho’s buttons.
“You fill me up so well, no wonder you got me pregnant, baby,” he whispers into Minho’s ear, lips ghosting over the shell. “I want you pumping cum inside me all night.”
His dirty words do the trick. Minho pops of his tit and crashes their lips instead. With no trace of pain left behind, Jisung fully gives in to his animalistic side; he lets his omega be adored and pampered, dominated by his alpha. He begs and cries when Minho begins meeting his thrust, their hands interlocked on Jisung’s belly.
It’s fast and dirty, the wet squelches echoing through the room, accompanied by their moans. In one moment, when Jisung is too busy licking into his mate’s mouth, Minho flips them over, his back hitting the mattress. A gasp of surprise escapes his lips, but Minho only grins down at him.
“You asked for this, darling. But don’t worry,” he says, his voice so soft compared to the pure desire darkening his eyes. “I’ll make sure nothing happens to you both.”
Jisung purrs when Minho caresses his stomach in a way that could only be described as worshipping. He watches as his hand slips down to his lower belly, then stops to wrap around his cock. Already hard and leaking, Jisung mewls when Minho starts to pump him while he slams his hips with merciless force.
Jisung feels full, so much like he has never felt before. He keeps his hand on his bump, the other tangled in Minho’s dark hair. All of the pain is gone now; only the pleasure of being loved by his mate remains, his need to be good.
It’s not long after that Minho’s thrusts become erratic, slowing in their rhythm. Instead of plowing into him, he flushes his hips to his hole, the base of his cock beginning to swell. Jisung can feel himself accommodating to Minho’s width, swallowing him inside. The pain is delicious, so much that he bites his lower lip, almost breaking through the skin and drawing blood.
While still pumping his cock, Minho leans down for what Jisung thinks is a reassuring kiss. But instead of going for his mouth, Minho brings his head to the mark on his neck, ghosting its outline with his lips. Jisung comes first when he feels teeth on his neck, Minho following him right after, moaning his name into his skin.
The bite is symbolic, but it strengthens their bond nonetheless. Jisung can feel it in his very core; that specific warmth that comes with Minho’s touch, that shiver which only his soulmate can elicit. It’s like being kissed by the moon herself.
Jisung is panting heavily, feeling the wetness drip from his hole, his cock. Minho guides them into the afterglow with his sweet words of praise whispered into Jisung’s ear, his low groans of You are perfect baby, so perfect for me.
After they catch their breaths, Minho moves them carefully to lie on their sides, still connected. Jisung clenches around him, not wanting a single drop of cum escape him. His mind is still hazy with bliss, vulnerable and affected by his pregnancy hormones, and that’s why his brain to mouth filter doesn’t react in time when the intrusive thought comes.
“Min, do you still think I look pretty?”
His eyes are lidded, but the low tone of Minho’s voice makes him open wide.
“Jisung-ah,” he says, softly but with a hint of dominance that makes Jisung’s heart pick up its pace. “You are my mate. My best friend, my love, my soulmate. In my eyes, you get more beautiful with every passing day. “
Sweet caramel coats his taste buds, and Jisung can’t help but smile at Minho’s sappiness. He lets himself be cradled into his arms; their legs intertwined. Gathering enough strength, Jisung props himself onto his elbow and catches Minho’s lips in a delicate kiss.
“I love you, too,” he says right before his head hits the pillow and sleep drapes his curtains over him.
˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗
Jisung doesn’t know how long he has been out, but when he opens his eyes some time later, the room is shadowed by the darkened light that appears right before dawn.
He is lying on his back, his hands over his belly. When he clenches around nothing, he thinks that Minho must have pulled out already, but the wet heat he feels makes him curious, one hand slipping down to his hole.
His fingers tangle in something silky, which makes him crane his neck down and look to his lap.
Minho, with his chin coated in slick and cum, looks up to meet his eyes, expression serene.
“Morning, baby,” he whispers, placing a wet kiss to his thigh.
Jisung bends his legs, spreads wide and exhales loudly in pleasure. He looks between his legs with an impish smile, mouthing good morning back to his husband. Minho shoots him a grin, placing kisses onto his belly while never breaking eye contact.
Pushing his hair away from his forehead, Jisung watches as Minho takes care of him. He trails kisses from his lower stomach down to his cock, stopping only when he comes face to face with his hole. He pulls one of his asscheeks aside, then licks into him with his warm tongue.
After having Minho’s cock pump cum into him all night, it’s no surprise that he feels very tender. The wet heat and the muscle licking into him feel nice though, even more when Minho begins to hum, the vibration sending a wave of pleasure along his spine.
Jisung lies back and relaxes his body; he lets Minho make him comfortable, clean him up with his mouth. The hand splayed over his belly moves down to his cock, giving himself few languid strokes.
Minho helps him with that, too. After he makes sure there is not a single stray drop of cum on his skin, he brings his attention to his length, peppering kisses all over his shaft. Low mewls escape Jisung’s lips when Minho pushes his hand down to the base, sucking his cockhead into his mouth.
Jisung jerks himself off as Minho tongues his slit, his hands gripping him by his hips. His hand in Minho’s hair slips down to cradle his cheek, and when Jisung cranes his neck and looks down, he can’t help himself but whimper at the sight.
Those dark eyes, looking back at him like if he was something out of a dream. His sweaty cupid’s bow, those perfect pink lips stretched around his cock. It’s the way Minho regards him from where he is lying between his thighs that sends Jisung over the edge.
He comes onto his tongue without warning. He arches of the bed, head tilted backwards as slick shoots out of him down Minho’s throat. His mate doesn’t even choke; he swallows around him, making pleased hums the whole time it takes Jisung to come down from his high.
Minho pops off his spent cock, but he doesn’t crawl back up. Instead, he lays his head on his thigh, his eyes almost glowing in the dark. One of his hands moves from his hip to lay protectively over Jisung’s bump.
When he catches his breath, Jisung moves his hand to interlock their fingers. It’s one of the most intimate moments they have ever shared, and he doesn’t want to ruin it by speaking out loud, but his insides are bursting with joy, and he can’t help himself.
Smiling down at Minho, Jisung whispers into the dark, “I’m so happy, Min.” Then, squeezing his fingers, he adds, “I can’t wait to meet our baby.”
“Me too, darling,” Minho answers softly, blinking up at him. “I hope she has your smile.”
“‘She’?”
“Or he, I don’t care. But when you told me you were pregnant, the first image that came to my mind was you holding our baby daughter.”
“Min,” Jisung whispers, his voice breaking over his name. His heart aches with the tenderness, at Minho already picturing their little family. “Come here.”
Minho has his arms wrapped around his middle in a second, their faces levelled now. He is still naked from last night, and all the sweet words and even sweeter actions make Jisung want to devour him again. While not exactly surprised by his need to make Minho feel good, Jisung did think that being pregnant meant his sex-drive is going to be lower than usual.
Guess not.
They meet in the middle, lips and tongues tasting each other carefully. Jisung purrs loudly, feeling new round of slick coating his thighs. The raspberry and cream scent doesn’t escape Minho’s nose, growling into his mouth.
Jisung pauses their kisses by grinning, his devilish intentions playing on his face. Then, he takes one of Minho’s hands and guides it towards his gaping hole. When Minho teases his rim, he bites into his lower lip, pulling and letting it pop off with a wet sound.
“Are you sure, Jisungie?”
Taking his half-hard cock into his hand, Jisung begins to pump him as he nods affirmatively. They meet again in a searing kiss, and this time, Jisung begs and cries with a happy smile on his face as Minho edges him before he finally drives home.
When Jisung comes back to himself in Minho’s arms few hours later, the sun is already up and shining, foretelling another beautiful day ahead of them.