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Jisung was having a bad day. A bad week actually. Not only was he in charge of coordinating a Secret Santa program for the staff at his school and tasked with hosting his family’s first Christmas dinner (pre-divorce doesn’t count is what he told Minho), he was also four-months pregnant.

“Well then, what possessed you to host this year?” Felix asked in exasperation over the phone.

“Excuse me for being excited to have everyone I love over!” Jisung sulked. “I haven’t seen you in forever! I’m getting married in a month, again and I just want one evening where we can all be together before the wedding prep hits.”

Felix snorted loudly, “Exactly, your wedding is in a month. You should be relaxing and looking at bridal magazines. Also, you know there’s no way on god’s green earth that Minho is letting you do any of the heavy lifting for the wedding right, not when you’re carrying his spawn.”

“Don’t call my baby spawn!” Jisung huffed. “What is wrong with you? And Minho will let me do whatever I want. He got me pregnant and he insisted we have the wedding before I give birth.”

“You weren’t exactly complaining when he did the deed,” Felix teased. “And you could have said no to the wedding if you really wanted to.”

“No, I couldn’t have,” Jisung groaned and fell back against his pillows. “Minho’s such a traditionalist. He said his mom would kill him if he knocked me up out of wedlock, what was I supposed to do? It’s Christmas, he misses her the most around the holidays.”

“Wow, he really wanted to lock you down,” Felix snickered. “Pregnancy and using the dead mom card, call that two-factor authentication.”

“I hope your plane crashes,” Jisung said then immediately burst out crying. “No! I didn’t mean that! Oh my god, what if that actually happens and that’s the last thing I said to you? You better reschedule your flight - “

If Jisung wasn’t highly emotional due to hormone fluctuations, he would have heard Felix’s long suffering groan, “Jisung, it’s fine. Of course I know that you’re joking. You’re my best friend. Calm down and think about your blood pressure!”

Jisung sniffled and dabbed the corners of his eyes, “Sorry, I can’t help it.”

“I know,” Felix laughed. “You’re lucky you’re so cute. Listen, Secret Santa is easy. Just send everyone an email, pay for catering for the Christmas lunch and let your rich husband do the rest.”

“That sounds…nice,” Jisung admitted reluctantly.

“You can even put the food into your own dishes and no one will know you didn’t cook!” Felix offered.

Jisung snickered, “I’m really glad you’ll be here soon. I miss you. The kids miss you.”

“I’m really nervous,” Felix admitted. “I swear if you weren’t pregnant I may have skipped your wedding.”

“Hey!”

“I’ve already seen you get married once!”

“It’ll be okay, Lix,” Jisung said. “You’ve already seen Changbin once, right? When he was in Japan on business?”

“Yeah,” Felix agreed. “It was still weird though. I thought I’d be over it by now.”

“Yeah, I used to think that about Minho,” Jisung said. “You and I have a lot to talk about when you get here.”

“Do we have to?” Felix asked.

“I let you be for two years,” Jisung reminded him. “You stole the engagement ring you gave back to Changbin from his house and left the country without saying goodbye to me or my kids. It’s time to come home and face the music.”

Felix sighed dramatically, “It was my ring anyway.”

“Will you stay?” Jisung asked tentatively.

“I could be convinced,” Felix said after a long pause.

“I’m glad,” Jisung rubbed his belly with a smile. “We miss you. Some more than others.”

The click of the front door told Jisung that he had about fifty seconds before his husband demanded all his attention.

“I got to go, Lix,” Jisung said. “The father of my spawn is here.”

Felix cackled and said goodbye.

“Where were you?” Jisung asked when he heard footsteps outside the hall.

Minho peered around the door warily. He learned quickly that Jisung’s third pregnancy was rather violent.

“You sent me to get ice cream?” Minho held up the packet and Jisung could see two tubs of what better be mint chocolate ice cream.

“Oh yeah,” Jisung said. “What took you so long? Come over here.”

He grinned and bounded over, allowing himself to be pulled into bed and positioned as Jisung pleased. He cuddled his omega and stroked his hair.

“Missed me?” Minho asked.

“Yeah,” Jisung tugged at the packet. “Feed me.”

Snorting, his husband pulled out a tub of double-chocolate mint ice cream - god he was so getting laid tonight - and a spoon and fed him slowly.

“Felix called,” Jisung said between bites.

“Oh yeah, he booked his flights yet?” Minho asked, wiping at a stray drop of ice cream on Jisung’s lips.

“Hmm, but he’s out of it, I hope he doesn’t bolt,” Jisung said.

“He’s been like that since he saw Changbin in Japan last year,” Minho said. “You know Changbin still won’t tell me what happened between them that weekend.”

“You don’t think…”

“What if they…

They exchanged scandalized looks.

“They totally fucked,” Jisung said, patting Minho’s arm for another spoon of ice cream.

“That would explain why Hyunjin was so miserable back then,” Minho mused.

“Why can’t those three be normal like us?” Jisung rolled his eyes.

Minho looked at him fondly, “Like us?”

Jisung nodded.

“Us with our second marriage and third child, unplanned by the way - “

“I would argue that you knew exactly what you were doing when you got me pregnant,” Jisung pointed out.

“I would argue that you let me carry out my plans with no complaints,” Minho smirked

“Us with our second marriage and third planned child,” Jisung conceded with a grin.

“Oh, that was a point in your favor, clever,” Minho pouted and took a bite of ice cream.

“That’s mine,” Jisung sulked. “I’m making you a baby. You can’t have your ice cream and eat it too.”

Minho looked guilty and tried pushing the ice cream tub into Jisung’s hands with apologies. Jisung giggled and shoved another spoonful back into his mouth.

“I’m kidding, you fool,” Jisung pecked his lips, cooing when Minho pouted again. “You’re so cute. Eat as much as you want. Why are you so ripped anyway, don’t you know I’m pregnant and you’re not allowed to look this hot?”

Watching his husband’s eyes darken like clockwork at his bait made Jisung feel incredibly powerful.

“But I should look good for you, right?” Minho pulled Jisung onto his lap, eyes dropping down his body languidly. “So you can use me anytime you want and be satisfied. You know what you get like when you’re pregnant.”

Jisung’s heart stuttered at the feel of calloused hands slipping under his sleep shirt and slowly moving up and down his sides without lifting the fabric.

“What do I get like?” he asked cheekily.

“Greedy,” Minho pulled closer, slipping his tongue into his mouth and groaning at the contact.

It was true, Jisung, if possible, became outrageously horny whenever he was pregnant. When he was pregnant with Chan, there was a week that he used his alpha so vigorously that Minho had to get an IV drip at the hospital and it was even worse with Seungmin.

This time, he experienced it tenfold. Every waking moment was torture. Minho let his company in the good hands of his staff, and spent most days at home catering to Jisung’s every whim and taking care of Seungmin and Chan.

This took a huge load off Jisung’s shoulders, especially since he was still working as a teacher and only recently went on winter holidays. It was also very convenient because having his very sexy and loving husband accessible to him at all hours of the day meant the first few months of his pregnancy was full of raunchy lovemaking on every available surface.

This fizzled out slightly in the last few months. Jisung knew Minho would never push him for sex, if anything, Minho would go celibate for the entire pregnancy if he asked, but he knew his alpha would get worried if Jisung kept refusing, especially since it was usually him initiating.

“Not now, baby,” Jisung whispered in his ear.

Minho shivered under his husband’s breath, but nodded in understanding, “Boys will be home soon.”

Jisung knew that Minho was giving him an out. They had sex with much shorter time frames and much more urgent matters pending, but he accepted it anyway. His alpha would pry it out of him eventually.

“I’ll get supper ready,” Minho kissed him again, softer this time, hugging him tenderly.

He swiped at Jisung’s nose playfully when he pulled back, and guilt bubbled in his gut.

“I love you,” Jisung called to him.

Looking back in surprise, Minho looked like he was going to ask a question Jisung wasn’t ready to answer.

“I’m okay,” Jisung assured him. “I just felt like I loved you a lot at that moment.”

Minho came back, knelt beside him and scented him softly, “Love you too, baby.”

When he left the room, Jisung got up and stood before the mirror, pulling up his sleep shirt to examine the dark stretchmarks on his belly - a new feature of pregnancy that he never experienced before. It was frightening and it reminded him that he wasn’t getting any younger.

He fingered the angry, red tears, tears welling in his eyes. It was silly of him. Deep down he knew that Minho wouldn’t care if he had stretchmarks. Right? He wouldn’t?

Infuriatingly, Minho kept up his training like he was aiming to compete in the Olympics, saying that he needed to keep fit so he could be a good dad and husband. His body was as chiselled as ever and he was constantly flirted with everywhere they went.

Jisung was only four months pregnant but he already felt as huge as a blimp and his emotions were all over the place. Not to mention everything he was dealing with at the moment, like his pending nuptials, Felix’s return, Seungmin’s tumultuous relationship with Jeongin that seemed like it wouldn’t reach the four month mark, and Chan’s poorly hidden jealousy over the new baby.

A flutter in his belly drew his attention deeper.

Jisung smiled at his reflection and his hand still over his belly.

“You’re excited to get here? Me too, honey. You’re worth all the stretchmarks in the world.”

Jisung should have known better than to try and hide anything from his alpha. Minho was like a hound dog when he thought something was wrong and Jisung couldn’t exactly blame him. Not after the divorce.

It only took a few days before his husband weaseled the problem out of him, resorting to pouting and puppy dog eyes to properly communicate his worry.

“It’s nothing, I swear!” Jisung tried brushing it off but Minho threatened a doctor's visit with Hyunjin and that had won in the end.

They were alone on the couch, the kids were sleeping over at Changbin and Hyunjin’s, Minho was shirtless and Jisung was weak.

“Ihavestretchmarks!”

“Huh?”

Jisung glared at him then whined and buried his face against Minho’s shoulder.

“I have…stretchmarks,” Jisung said slowly.

Minho rubbed his back gently, “Yes, I know.”

He looked up in alarm, “How?”

The alpha gaped at him, “What do you mean how? I’m always perving out on you when you’re changing and you couldn’t get out of the bathtub last night so you called me!”

“But you weren’t wearing your glasses!” Jisung flushed deeply.

Minho chuckled and kissed his cheek, “Babe, I’m near-sighted, not blind.”

“But you didn’t say anything!” Jisung yelped.

‘Why would I?”

“They’re ugly!” Jisung blurted out.

It wasn’t often that annoyance flashed over Minho’s face. If anything, his alpha had the patience of a saint. He would comfort Jisung during his irrational meltdowns, and cuddle him even when he was acting like a brat.

This time however, he was really mad, and Jisung couldn’t help but tear up.

“Hey, hey, hey, I’m sorry,” Minho pulled him onto his lap. “I didn’t mean that!”

“You’re mad at me!” Jisung wailed.

“Aw, baby, no,” Minho rocked him back and forth. “You’re just a little silly sometimes but I’m not mad.”

“But you looked mad!”

“I’m sorry,” Minho lifted his chin up and wiped his tears with his thumb, “God, you’re pretty. Look at you.”

“I’m sorry,” Jisung whined.

“I don’t care if you have stretchmarks, honey,” Minho kissed his cheek softly, then his other cheek, then his forehead. “You’re perfect to me. I’m crazy about you. I’m hard right now.”

“You’re weird,” Jisung sniffed, but acknowledged that his husband was indeed rock solid under his thigh.

“For you,” Minho grinned. “Is this why you’ve been distant? I’ve been going crazy, Jisung. I thought you didn’t want me anymore.”

Jisung shook his head, “I do! Oh, Minho!”

His bottom lip trembled and the residual guilt over their two year separation hurtled to the surface. Sensing another meltdown, Minho pressed their lips together, kissing him firmly, chasing away the bad thoughts.

“Jisung,” he pulled back a hair’s breadth. “I never thought you would ever kiss me again. I spent all my time agonizing, trying to remember what your lips felt like, and how soft your skin was under my palms. The first time I got black out drunk was because I forgot where exactly the mole on your arm was.”

Jisung was warm under his husband’s hands and words.

“I can’t believe I get to have you like this,” he said, slipping his hand into Jisung’s hair, growing faster now that he was pregnant. “I don’t take a single thing about you for granted. Not the flutter of your eyelashes against my face when we kiss. Not the warmth of your nape when I hold you close at night.”

Slick oozed from his hole, dampening Minho’s trousers.

“If there is something new about your body, I will learn it and love it like I do every inch of you,” he promised. “You are the most beautiful person in the world.”

The heat between them was scalding. Jisung’s eyes darted back and forth, but he only found love in his alpha’s eyes - adoration, acceptance, admiration, unbridled lust and love.

He shoved Minho back against the couch and ripped off his own night shirt. The alpha’s scent spiked and the air felt thick around them like a humid day, clouded with the overpowering pheromones of an aroused alpha.

Minho looked up, gaze burning against Jisung’s body as he examined him, taking in the swollen nipples and small bump of his belly, the dark stretch marks and widened hips.

“Fuck,” he groaned when Jisung shuffled closer, grinding against his length.

“Minho,” Jisung pawed at him, biting on his collarbones, clawing at his abdomen and marking him with his nails and scent. “I need you, now - “

Before he could finish his sentence, Jisung was on his back, and Minho was lapping slick directly from his hole, moaning loudly like a man dying of thirst. The roughness of his tongue and the hypersensitivity of his rim made Jisung choke out a gasp.

“Ah! Minho I -”

A finger slipped in but Minho’s mouth never left the puffy rum, slurping and teasing to his hearts content until Jisung was sobbing in need.

“Please, please, please, inside me!” he begged. “I need it, I can take it.”

Minho rested his head against Jisung’s thigh with a deep breath, “You sound so…”

“Baby, please,” Jisung clutched at the alpha’s forearm, clenching his hole tightly as a promise.

Minho ghosted his palm over Jisung’s belly, “I’ll be careful.”

“I want it rough,” Jisung swung his legs around Minho’s waist, pulling him closer and trying his best to maneuver his cock against his hole.

“It really has been a while,” Minho ignored him and moved his hand further up to his chest, where he cupped Jisung’s modest chest.

“Oh!” Thighs tightening around his husband, Jisung froze as Minho kept squeezing his swollen tit, fascinated by the milky liquid oozing from his nipples. “Don’t it’s - AHH!“

A particularly hard squeeze made Jisung cry out loud and squirt breast milk from his nipple like a fountain. When the white spots in his vision stopped dancing he saw a familiar sight - his alpha’s face dripping in milk, tongue darting out to taste as it dripped down his face, eyes fully red.

“Fuck me first!” Jisung demanded. “Don’t you dare - ah!”

Minho buried his face against Jisung’s breast, lapping and sucking at the leaking teat like a starving infant, occasionally nibbling on the perky nipple.

“Worse than a pup,” Jisung grumbled, but knowing he secretly enjoyed the way Minho devoured him.

It was turning him on to watch his alpha descend into madness, held between Jisung’s warm thighs, gripping his waist and suckling on his breast. He was still careful to hover his weight over Jisung’s belly and the thought warmed his heart. Minho was the best alpha he could have ever asked for.

Wet beyond belief, Jisung cupped his other breast, already leaking profusely, and whispered into his alpha’s ear, “You’re wasting, pup.”

Minho switched breasts quickly. Jisung could feel a cool rush of air on his abandoned nipple and it stiffened. Fuck that looked good.

Jisung looked good.

Covered in a sheen of sweat, he glowed under the dim light of the lamp, and his stiff nipple, still spurting milk, looked like Minho’s wet dreams - Jisung knew because they were very specific.

He was so happy that he could cry. He hadn’t felt beautiful or desirable in such a long time but Minho was so genuine he had no choice but to accept how wanted and adored he was. Suddenly, his urges were uncontrollable.

“Minho, I can’t take it anymore,” he sobbed. “I need you right now!”

The alpha looked up, dazed and mouth messy with milk, like a kitten without a thought in its head.

Jisung thrashed in his arms, raising his hips and whining, “Alpha, want you now!”

Warm leather soothed him momentarily, but it was long enough for Minho to slide the entirety of his length inside Jisung. They groaned in unison. Jisung clenched down hard, not wanting to lose the delicious stretch that was splitting him open.

“Jesus fucking - oh my god,” Minho groaned low in his ear. “Shit, cut me some slack, I need my dick back to fuck you.”

“You feel so good inside me,” Jisung was well and truly gone.

Minho was hazy in his vision and he was sure there was drool leaking out of his mouth, but the dick was just that good. He felt the alpha attempt to pull out but Jisung gripped him tighter.

“Need you deep,” he mumbled.

Minho collapsed on his shoulder, still mindful of their unborn child, breathing heavily and indulging him for as long as he could.

Jisung felt wonderful, full of cock and sated and gorgeous and loved. They lay like that for a while, Jisung sucking purple marks into Minho’s neck vengefully, daring another omega to sniff around what was his now, while he poor alpha tried his best not to bust his load with every slip of Jisung’s warm walls around his cock.

“Baby, I can’t, please - “

“Fuck me,” Jisung permitted and the next second moved about a foot up the couch when Minho slammed into him.

“Sorry!” the alpha apologized.

“Again!” Jisung demanded.

“Not you! The baby!”

The next thrust was less forceful but the stretch was still as amazing as the first time. Minho set a fast pace, lifting Jisung’s body by his ass to reach the best angle to rub against the spongy flesh inside.

“Ah! Ah! Fuck!”

Being pent up for so long and the raw, burning desire mounting between them meant that Jisung came hard and fast, squirting from his hole and cock, dousing the couch and his husband with his slick.

This only seemed to spur Minho on further, and the alpha pounded his ass, holding his thighs up and watching lewdly as his cock was swallowed again and again by his omega’s accommodating hole.

Jisung, being fucked well into his orgasm, was moaning louder and louder and drew Minho’s eyes away from where they were attached. His alpha’s red eyes bored into his own, before dropping down his body. His thrusts turned shallow and erratic and Jisung’s heart soared.

It had been so long since he was filled to the brim with a warm load.

“Deep inside, baby,” Jisung begged. “Fill me up.”

Minho slammed balls deep inside, spraying his insides like a fire hose. Jisung felt warm ropes of come paint his inner walls and he sighed happily. He wondered if Minho would wear a Santa suit if he asked.

Merry fucking Christmas to him.