#sorry I’ve been on a lactation kick lately

[spicyberry98]

Has anyone does a fic/art where senshi eats a convenient magic plant that makes him lactate and he’s like “well it would be wasteful not to use it” and uses it to feed the party in ‘various ways’?

Or am I weird for thinking of that?

[untaemedqueen]

Third Wheeling

CEO!Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Chapter 17.

Warnings (Updating Still): Smut, Cheating, Unexpected Pregnancy, Unfaithful, Emotional Damage, Love

Warnings For This Chapter: Angst, Excessive Cursing, Fluff, Lactation Kink, Degradation (Cock Slut, Slut, Whore), Daddy Kink, Reverse Cowgirl, Possessive!Yoongi, Doggy Style, Praise, Controlled Orgasms, Begging, Multiple Orgasms, Squirting, Cream Pie, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Pun

A/N: A huge gigantic and hearty thank you to my girls as always @xjoonchildx​, @ladyartemesia​, @ppersonna​. I really wouldn’t get chapters done without them.

Days have bled into weeks. The large guest house has been lived in for far too long, or so you think.

It might just be the August heat getting to you, but you've started to hate the guest house.

"Where's my little dove?" Yoongi asks, taking his suit jacket off.

You know for a fact that the CEO is adoring this. He loves being able to be holed up in here with you and his child. He loves that no one bothers with you both, you're both able to carry on like normal people. But your hormones are making you go stir crazy.

When Yoongi smiles at you with his perfect teeth, you can feel your annoyance dissipating in the slightest.

He then frowns when you give him a half assed smile. "What's wrong? Who am I firing?" he asks, wrapping his arms around you.

Your five month belly presses into his stomach, and his eyes flutter shut gratefully.

"I'm sick of being in this fucking house." you grumble into his neck as he holds you tightly.

He sighs gently, he's been waiting for you to speak your mind. He's seen how annoyed you've been lately. He notices everything about you.

"I know, little dove. I'm sorry." he apologizes, rubbing your belly and planting a gentle kiss to your temple.

"I want to go and set up the nursery! I want to paint! I want to be able to go somewhere else besides this stupid gated community!" you complain, running your hand under your growing bump and situating it there.

Your boyfriend sighs, nodding. "I know you do, baby. I'm working hard to make that happen. I'm sorry it's not going fast enough for you and Sesame." he says, tilting your chin to look up at him.

"What if I eat your pussy? Will that make you feel better?" he suggests softly.

"No! It won't make me feel better! Because I'll be laying on the same bed I've been laying on for months, that isn't my own bed." you insist with a whine.

"Mommy's angry," he quips to your stomach, walking around the bar and pouring himself a glass of whisky.

You groan loudly, squeezing your fists out of irritation.

"If I have to look at another cat of nine tails or a flogger situated artistically on the wall, I'm going to blow up this house!" you threaten, pressing your hand to your side as your baby kicks inside of you.

The CEO chuckles above the lip of his glass, eyes softening at how you lean against the marble bar.

"You okay, little dove?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.

"No, the baby keeps kicking because they hate it in here as much as I do!" you whine.

Yoongi laughs gently, bringing the whisky glass to his lips. "I know. I'm working hard to make sure Myeyoung has enough in her account to cushion her fall when I file for the divorce." he promises.

You roll your eyes, huffing out loudly as you lean against the bar.

"You look pretty, practically glowing with my heir inside you," he offers.

You pout up at your boyfriend, the overwhelming urge to cry coursing through your body.

"It's just your hormones, baby. I know." he whispers, rounding the bar and pulling you into his arms.

"I just want to lay in my own bed, go in my own art studio, go in the nursery!" you sob, burying your face into his white dress shirt.

He coos gently, running his hand over your upper back comfortably. "I know, little dove, I kn-"

There's a knock at the guest house door, that draws both of your attention.

"Sir?!" the voice belongs to Maya and she sounds absolutely nervous.

"What's wrong?" he calls back, watching as she opens the door.

"Your grandmother is here." she announces, her hands fidgeting nervously with her tight bun.

"Oh fuck!" he curses loudly, grabbing the glass of whisky and downing it all in one gulp.

His hands cup your face, pulling you to look up at him. "I know your hormones are raging right now, I know you're uncomfortable here in the guest house. But, I need you to meet my grandmother. Okay?" he asks nervously, wiping his thumbs over your tear stained cheeks.

"But… I… Fine," you breathe out.

"Thank you, little dove. Thank you! Just be yourself. You're going to do fine!" he insists, grabbing his suit jacket and shrugging it on quickly.

You can tell how frightened he is and you need to pull it together. From what you heard about his grandmother from him, she's always given second hand doting. Meaning that she has always told him how loved he is without showing him any actual caring or affection. It just seems like he's never been loved in his life besides Maya.

From what you know Min Seyoung is a sharp, smart woman with a tongue as quick as a whip.

Turning to the mirror, you smooth out your summer dress, tilting your head at the reasonably large bump that protrudes.

"This is going to be… eventful." he hisses, pulling your hand.

At least you won't have to be in the guest house for now.

The mansion is a sight for sore eyes. Of course, you've seen it on your daily walks. You've entered it when Jin and Sera weren't home but you haven't lived in it in what feels like forever.

You're grateful when Jisoo hands you a strawberry sparkling water, knocking the summer heat straight out of your bones.

"Where is she?" Yoongi inquires, tucking his dress shirt into his pants.

"In your office." Mays says, handing him a glass of whisky quickly.

"Thank you. Come on, little dove. My grandmother doesn't like to be kept waiting." he rushes you.

You've honestly forgotten what nervousness feels like these past few months. You haven't had to worry about a damn thing, but now with Yoongi tapping his fingers to his thighs rhythmically, you remember it all too well.

Each step up the marble stairs sends your body flitting and coursing with nerves. The way he runs his fingers through his hair, the way he sips his whisky is something far beyond what you've ever seen. His back muscles are tense through his suit jacket, the base of his hairline already sweating and you know it's not from the heat outside.

Standing in front of the office door, you swallow thickly as Yoongi takes a deep breath. His hand lingers on the doorknob for a second before he's shoving it open.

"Grandmother," he announces curtly.

The woman is older, her skin practically wrinkle free. There are a few frown lines by her mouth but other than that her skin is smooth. When she looks at her grandson, her eyes soften just the slightest degree but nothing else changes. She doesn't smile. She doesn't even acknowledge your presence.

"I haven't seen you in five months," she huffs.

Her voice is that of irritation and disbelief.

"I've been busy. This is Y/N." Yoongi says, pressing his hand to your lower back comfortingly.

Her eyes zone in on you in a second, fingernails tapping incessantly to the desk beneath them. As she looks you over you can feel yourself becoming smaller, wanting to hide anywhere.

"Yes. Your grandfather told me all about Y/N. Sit." she instructs.

Yoongi nods a fraction, pulling your chair out for you. Your knees shake as you sit, a gentle hand placing on your stomach feeling your child kick inside of you.

"She's pretty," his grandmother surmises.

"Yes, she is." the CEO agrees with a gentle smirk.

You look down at your lap, feeling awkward and confused.

"Maya tells me that you live here still, but both of your beds haven't been slept in for a long time. Where have you gone?" she inquires.

Well she's not shy in the least.

"To the guest house, we've been staying there." Yoongi answers honestly, sipping his whisky.

"Why? Are you not pleased with Sera? You've gotten some random poor girl pregnant and just forgotten all about her?" she goads.

You cringe at the sharpness of her voice, holding your stomach tighter. When Yoongi notices, he doesn't take kindly to how uncomfortable you are.

"She's not some poor girl, she's my girlfriend. And I haven't been pleased with Sera since the day I married that leech."

His grandmother scoffs loudly. "Your girlfriend? Are you twelve? You need a girlfriend? What's suddenly changed in your dynamic?"

"I fell in love." Yoongi replies quickly.

You take sharp breath through your nose, you've never spoken those words to each other yet.

"Oh please," his grandmother mumbles, rolling her eyes.

"Grandmother, I'm sorry but I don't know what you're doing here." your boyfriend says, folding his arms.

"When you never even notified us that an article came out about you, that was evidence enough that your girlfriend has warped your mind. What is it exactly that you think you're going to do? Divorce Sera? Live happily ever after with Y/N in this mansion?"

"Yes in fact! I do think that! I deserve it!" Yoongi cries out, gripping tighter onto his glass.

You do not want to be here. You can barely contain the squeak that tries to leave your lips as his grandmother slams her hand down on the desk.

"We have given you what you deserved! And you're throwing it away!" she retorts, narrowing her eyes at you. "Anything to say?!"

"Don't speak to her like that! She isn't someone that you can think so lowly of! She's pregnant with my baby! My heir! She's the love of my life!" Yoongi yells, slamming his glass down onto the desk.

When you look over at him, you can see the neck veins jutting out of his skin. His face is pink with anger and you cower at how furious he is.

"If you think for one second we're going to accept that baby, you've lost your min-"

"You have no choice! Sera is sterile! She isn't able to have kids! And I don't want anything to do with that leech cunt! I have everything I want!"

That news drops like a bomb. You had no idea. Your eyes flutter shut, hearing your heartbeat roaring in your ears.

"If that is true, you should leave the Min legacy to your other family. Not some poor-"

"I SAID STOP CALLING HER THAT!" Yoongi bellows, kicking his chair out from beneath him as he stands.

His grandmother leans back in her chair, her lips pursing while her eyes narrow.

"I have already drawn up divorce papers! I will file them! I will kick Sera out on her money grubbing ass! Y/N, is not leaving my side for a fucking second! She's my family! Unlike everyone else that's been around me since my childhood! She's not going anywhere!" he says, downing the rest of his whisky and slamming the glass back down onto the desk.

"Then you will lose your position as CEO," his grandmother says simply.

You open your mouth to refuse but Yoongi speaks first.

"You can try it. You can take it to the shareholders and request it but they know since I've been put in charge that our sales have gone up forty five percent. They know that I was able to pay them hundreds of thousands of dollars more for their holiday bonuses than any of the CEOs before me. They know that I get shit done. You wanted an heir and you fucking got one. Now you're not happy?! You're a hypocrite!" he scoffs, running his fingers through his hair.

"Little dove, go wait for me downstairs," he whispers, cupping your cheek.

"Stay where you are," his grandmother instructs and you're caught between the both of them.

Yoongi rounds your chair, pressing his hand to your growing belly. "There is no one in the world that is going to take my fucking family away from me. My baby, my heir -- means the world to me. This woman, this beautiful woman sitting in this chair -- has brought me more peace than should be allowed in one man's life. There is nothing you can do to me that will make me change my fucking mind." he seethes through his teeth.

His grandmother hums inquisitively, tapping her fingernails to the desk once more. "So what do you plan to do then?"

He starts to cool down, his boiling blood beginning to soothe. "I'm going to divorce Sera."

"When?" his grandmother prompts, putting her manicured hand beneath her chin.

"When I feel the time is right," he says confidently.

"Before the baby is born?" she inquires, raising an eyebrow and looking at your stomach.

"Yes." he breathes out.

"What's the gender?" his grandmother inquires.

"We don't know yet, we're finding out tomorrow."

"You better hope it's a boy." she murmurs, already bored of this tit for tat.

"I'll be happy with whatever Y/N gives me." he replies truthfully.

"We did not raise you this way, Yoongi. We raised you-"

"You didn't raise me. Maya did. My father burnt holes into my chest to try to teach me how to be a person and he learned that from your husband," Yoongi quips.

You close your eyes, feeling a headache already coming on.

"Oh my God," you whisper under your breath.

"And you, Y/N, what is your take on all of this?" his grandmother asks.

You're completely at odds, you've never dealt with anything like this in your life.

"Leave her out of thi-"

"I was not talking to you, Yoongi!"

He sighs softly, pressing his thumb and pinky finger to either temple.

So for once you just let everything go. "Mrs. Min, I'm very sorry if I've brought chaos into this house because of me being pregnant. But, I love your grandson very much. I know I'm not the perfect choice for a CEO but I've been working very hard to learn about what a woman has to do to take care of things on her end. I'm very happy to be with Yoongi and so happy we get to have a family together. I might not be like Sera, I might not come from money but I've never wanted Yoongi's money at all. I just want my baby to be loved and taken care of."

Yoongi runs his hands over his face, this is why he adores you. You're such a good girl.

"Oh dear lord, you're too sweet to even be angry at," his grandmother scoffs.

You can practically see the cogs turning in her head. Your boyfriend runs his thumb comfortingly over your bump but you're still nervous. The power this woman exudes could bring civilizations down.

"Well, what are your skills? You have to bring something to this family." she determines.

Your mouth opens to reply, is she accepting you?

"She's a wonderful painter!" Yoongi says quickly.

Min Seyoung tilts her head, running her hand over her long ponytail. "Show me." she orders.

He stands up straight within a second, fixing his suit jacket. "By all means," he replies, opening the office door for her.

You begin to frown, you don't show your paintings to anyone. It's just a hobby!

"I mean, they're okay they're not-"

"Van Gogh would adore them!" Yoongi compliments, watching his grandmother walk out first.

You sigh gently, earning eyes from your boyfriend. "It's okay, baby!" he mouths, holding his hand out to you.

You take his hand reluctantly, standing up slowly from the chair.

"Easy, little dove." he whispers.

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see his grandmother watching you both and it makes your legs shake out of nervousness once more.

"Her art studio is just on the second floor," Yoongi says, slinging his arm over your shoulders.

Min Seyoung hums, folding her arm beneath the other as she combs her fingers through her long black hair.

There is awkward silence while you walk down the stairs, your eyes lingering on the deadbolted room that first brought you and Yoongi together.

"It's just next to the nursery!" Yoongi says.

"I have to tell you Y/N. I take art very seriously." Yoongi's grandmother informs you.

Yoongi rolls his eyes, knowing she's just trying to make you nervous.

"You're going to be impressed," he promises.

She hums nonchalantly as you all stop in front of the art studio.

Your palms become sweaty, head swimming and you greedily chug the strawberry water to cool yourself down.

When the door is swung open, you bite on your bottom lip nervously.

Your done paintings line the east wall of the room while your unfinished ones line the west.

You've missed being in here, the faint smell of paint and paint thinner make you relax.

Seyoung folds her hands behind her back as she wades through the room. Her eyes narrow at your paintings and your breath catches in your throat.

"I-It's just a hobby… So…" you find yourself explaining.

"They're beautiful, baby." your boyfriend insists in your ear.

"Well," Seyoung says, tilting her head at the bird hanging from a bird feeder painting, "you do have skill."

Yoongi sighs gratefully, his shoulders straighten up and he kisses your temple softly.

"Why aren't these in art galleries?" his grandmother inquires.

Whoa. That's a big compliment.

She turns to you, head tilting and expecting an answer.

Yoongi steps away, a proud smile spreading over his face.

"Well… It's always just been a hobby. I've never put any stake into it."

"Pretty and humble and sweet?" Seyoung murmurs, raising an eyebrow and looking at her grandson.

He beams at her, sending her the happiest smile he can muster.

"No wonder Yoongi is so fond of you."

You can feel your skin blushing as the corners of her lips finally quirk up.

When she turns back to the paintings, she points at one of the black and grey paintings you've made.

"Is this an ultrasound of your baby?" she asks, leaning forward to inspect it.

"Yes, it's one of three." you reply, smirking as Yoongi runs his hands over your arms excitedly.

"I'd like to have it. To put in my office." she says, turning back to the both of you.

You find yourself smiling, nodding to her statement. "Of course, it's your great grandchild after all!"

She hums humorously. "So it would seem."

Yoongi takes it down from the wall carefully, his eyes enraptured with the painting.

"You'll be a good mother." Seyoung determines, folding her arms.

As Yoongi wraps the painting in bubble wrap, you can feel his grandmother's eyes on you. "Let me suggest something to you both since you seem so intent on keeping one another."

"Please, by all means," Yoongi replies.

"Make it easier for yourselves. Make Myeyoung put Y/N's paintings in her gallery. Set up a contract with Y/N for the new mall, have her make some artwork for it since we don't have any art yet. Get Y/N's name out there so when you do get your divorce from Sera, she won't just be a poor girl that got pregnant on a whim." his grandmother insists.

Yoongi looks up slowly from the painting, his eyes widening.

"You want Y/N to make the art for the Gangnam mall?" he asks, surprised.

"Do as I say Yoongi."

"Yes, grandmother! Right away!" he bubbles excitedly.

Your mouth opens in shock, your hand sliding over it with widening eyes.

"Bring it down to the car, I have a dinner meeting. Y/N, I'll be seeing you soon I'm sure. Yoongi, try not to stir up too much drama for the family name." Seyoung orders, running her hand over your stomach as she exits the art studio.

When the baby kicks beneath her hand, you catch her gentle smirk before she's off down the hallway. "Tell me tomorrow if it's a boy or not."

"Holy shit," your boyfriend breathes, chasing after her with the wrapped painting.

Standing alone in the art studio, you find yourself starting to laugh, hands combing through your hair in shock.

"Grandmother, thank you!" Yoongi whines, finally catching up with her in the museum wing.

When she turns to him, her eyes soften completely. "You're right, you deserve this. Now do it the right way or don't do it at all." she says, taking the painting from him.

He bows to her deeply, "Yes, grandmother. Of course."

"Is Sera really that bad?" she asks, opening the front door.

"Yes," he gasps.

"Well, better to be rid of her then." she surmises, walking out to her car.

Yoongi leans against the doorway, watching as she climbs into the car. If his grandmother somewhat approves, half the battle is fought already. He sighs happily, running his hands over his face.

"Yes!" he whispers fiercely, shaking his fist and slamming the door shut.

It didn't take long for Yoongi to find you, he knew exactly where you'd be. He smirks at the sight before him, you laying down in your bed, hand on your stomach.

"Hi, beautiful." he whispers, kicking off his shoes.

You look up as you hear his voice, a smile spreading over your face.

"I missed this bed," you mumble.

He hums, kneeling at the end of the bed.

You look gorgeous, hair splayed out over your pillow. He finds something tugging at his heart this evening. Something full of burning passion.

"You said you love me," he avows, bending down to kiss you.

"You said it first," you quip, cupping his cheek as he kisses you languidly.

"Because I mean it," he breathes out.

"So do I," you reply.

His hands grab at your hips, teeth tugging on your bottom lip sensuously enough that your pussy clenches around nothingness.

You whimper against his lips, the sound sending arousal flooding through his bones.

"Fuck," he curses, lifting you up.

When you're sitting up comfortably, his fingers pull down the zipper on the back of your dress. His warm hand spreads over the skin of your back.

"I want you around me," he whispers wantonly, rutting his hardening cock against your stomach.

"Daddy," you beg against his lips, feeling your arousal drip onto your panties.

"Get this fucking dress off," he orders and you're quick to do his bidding.

Standing tall before him, you shrug the dress off. He groans gently at your half naked body, his hands greedily grab at your sides to pull you between his parted legs.

His lips kiss at the curve of your swollen breasts, suckling small red petals to your skin marking you as his. You whimper loudly as he snaps his fingers to the clasp of your bra, your breasts bouncing free with a sigh.

"Look at you," he mumbles reverently, peeling the lace away from your skin.

He sighs happily, eyes looking up at you as he trails his lips over your ever heating skin.

"You're beautiful, little dove," he praises, running his hands over your back to the globes of your ass and palming the skin roughly.

You gasp his name loudly, head lolling back. His lips encircle your stiffening nipple, tugging on it sensually.

When he suckles your sensitive skin, your body shudders in his grasp.

"D-Daddy!" you whine, your fingers carding through his black hair.

He hums against you, his tongue quickly flicking at your nipple.

When he suckles once more, you gasp loudly, eyes rolling back. He can taste something creamy on his tongue, and he groans loudly, pulling you closer to his body.

"Fuck, your milk is here," he whispers, cupping your forsaken breast. His fingertips pinch and roll at your nipple, his breath becoming short and caught in his throat as he feels small droplets of milk land on the back of his hand.

"Oh, little dove." he groans.

With blurry, lust filled eyes, you begin to unbutton his shirt.

His hand leaves your ass to cup your stomach, his cock throbbing painfully hard through his suit pants.

Shoving off his shirt and suit jacket, he forsakes your breasts all together. Kissing over your protruding belly, he unbuttons his pants with feral need.

"God, you're incredible." he breathes out, tugging down his pants.

He takes a sharp breath between his teeth as his cock is freed. The long length is throbbing, the mushroom tip red with needy desires.

His fingers enmesh into the sides of your underwear, he tugs them harshly, the lace turning into mere strings within his grasp.

"Fuck, you're soaked. You little cock slut," he seethes through his teeth, spreading your legs to get a better view.

Strands of arousal cling to your inner thighs and you whimper as he drags his fingertips along your sodden lips.

"Daddy, fuck." you whimper, eyes squeezing shut.

"Come here," he commands, running his thumb over your cheek.

He wraps you in a passionate kiss, his tongue rough against yours.

"Sit on my cock," he whispers against your lips, pulling your body closer to his.

His fingers rub smooth circles on your clit, your thighs locking as pleasure begins to course through you.

Turning around, your bottom lip purchases between your teeth. Yoongi takes his time, running his hands over your warm flesh. His hands grope at the globes of your ass, kissing over your shoulder as you begin to sit down.

He curses gently, eyes raking over your back.

He can’t begin to understand why he was just so against having sex with you a few months ago. Now, he just can’t control himself. He needs to be in you, around you, on you all the time. Maybe it’s because he loves you more than a single person in their lifetime should -- or maybe it’s because the bond between you, his pregnant girlfriend, and him is just so strong with his child within you.

Gripping the base of his cock, he watches with wondrous eyes as you part your legs over his. Your sodden cunt glides over his length and he curses so softly, it seems to vibrate through you.

"Don't tease, little dove." he commands, but it comes out like a whine.

You steady your hands on his knees, slowly sliding down onto his cock.

The moan he emits, so raw and animalistic sends your body shaking with anticipation.

He's never made love to a woman before you, and now he can't get enough. He enjoys how your breath stutters when he praises you, he adores how tense your body gets as he gives you his pleasure. Everything about you is his -- and it's perfect.

You whimper loudly as he stretches you, your hand hooks around the back of his neck. When his hands palm your breasts, you can feel your pussy quivering and clenching around him.

"I can't believe you're producing milk already, you're such a good mother, hmm?" he whispers in your ear, lips trailing over the shell.

"Y-Yes Daddy," you whimper in reply.

His fingers pinch and roll your nipples gently, the action sending your head lolling back to his shoulder. You grind your hips down on him, adoring how he begins to breathe heavier in your ear.

"God, your pussy is so warm, baby. So fucking wet," he seethes through his teeth.

When you lift up on shaky legs, one of his hands leaves your breast to cup your stomach.

"Daddy, your cock feels so good." you murmur.

"Show me how much you love my cock," he begs, nipping at your earlobe with his teeth.

You begin a steady pace, bouncing on his cock with gritted teeth and starry eyes.

"Oh fuck, there you go, little dove. Making my cock feel so fucking good, baby girl." he breathes out, suckling his marks to the column of your neck.

When you whimper his name, he feels as if he could explode on the spot.

"Your belly feels so nice and big in my hands, little dove." he praises, eyes fluttering shut.

"Y-Yeah? It feels good?" you ask, your voice turning into a whine as you bounce faster on his cock.

"So good, baby. Feels so fucking good." he replies, rubbing circles sensuously on your stomach.

The sound of your wetness echoes throughout the room and you can barely hold yourself together as white hot pleasure courses through you.

"Who does this pregnant pussy belong to? Hmm? Tell me," your boyfriend goads, pinching roughly at your nipple and growling as milk droplets coat his honey skin.

"My pussy belongs to you! I belong to you!" you cry out, swiveling your hips.

"Christ! That's right, little dove. You belong to me!" he seethes, running his hand from your breast to the apex of your thighs.

Your moans become louder as he begins to rub circles to your clit, your mind becoming hazy and foggy with lust.

"God, your cunt is so fucking messy, little dove. You love my cock that much? Your filthy slut of a cunt can't handle my big cock, you're creaming all over me." he moans, pressing his forehead to your shoulder.

He can feel your body tensing and stuttering on top of him, he knows you're becoming tired. His hands grip at your hips, flipping you over easily. You gasp loudly, grabbing onto the edge of the bed.

"Fuck, you like it when Daddy manhandles you like the little whore you are?" he asks, gripping the back of your neck for leverage.

He pounds into you like a man possessed, something animalistic taking over him.

"Yes! Feels so fucking good!" you cry out.

Running his tongue over his lips, he can feel your pussy begin to clench around him. You're close.

He cups your stomach, holding you steady as he fucks into you harder. The quickness knocks the oxygen from your lungs and you can only babble a semblance of his name.

"God! You're incredible!" he whines, throwing his head back.

When he lets go of your neck to spank your ass, you can feel your orgasm approaching like a windstorm.

"D-Daddy! Cumming!" you cry out.

He moans loudly, his balls beginning to tighten as your arousal drips down his thighs. "Fucking hold it." he instructs.

You sob loudly, pressing your face into the mattress. He spanks you roughly, the sight of his handprint smarting on your skin heightens his pleasure. He can hear your small mewls and whines as you bury your face deeper into the bed.

When he rubs your clit, feeling how hot and throbbing it is, his eyes roll back. "God, your clit is so swollen, you little slut."

"Daddy!" you beg, white knuckling the sheets in your hands.

"Cum." he commands and you fall undone with that simple word.

Your heartbeat roars in your ears, emitting sobs of pleasure into the sheets.

He curses loudly, gripping at your hips. He begins to drive himself home within you, adoring how you squeal and beg for more beneath him.

"Pregnant little slut beneath me. Letting me defile her dirty pussy with my child inside her. What does that say about you, baby?"

Sluggishly raising your head, you whimper. "I'm your little pregnant slut."

He curses loudly, pulling out of you and flipping you over.

"You're my little slut, hmm?" he prods, thrusting back into you with unrivaled quickness. Your nails claw at his arms, nodding with a whimper.

He wraps your legs around his waist, pounding into you with everything he has.

You watch with loving eyes as his black hair sticks to his face, how he looks down at you like you put all of the stars in the sky just for him.

His hands rub at your stomach, bottom lip tucking into his mouth.

"Why're you my little slut? Cause you like my big cock fucking your cunt open? Is that it? You like how I split your pregnant pussy open like this?" he asks, pinching at your leaking nipple.

"Because I-I love you!" you cry, running your hands over his chest.

He takes a sharp breath between his teeth, the words sending him into a sensory overload.

"Fuck, I love you too, little dove. I love you so much baby, it fucking hurts me!" he mumbles, feeling his cock begin to twitch and throb within you once more.

"God, you're so beautiful," he praises, finding himself coming to an end.

You gasp loudly when he palms your swollen breasts once more, how absolutely gentle he is.

"You're gonna make me cum, baby." he whispers.

Your pussy clenches around him again and he knows you're close to your second orgasm. He wills himself to wait, dying to feel your release just one more time.

Your thighs lock around him, quivering and shaking.

"You're close, huh beautiful? You want to cum on my big cock again? Want me to feel how much you love me?" he asks, running his thumbs over your continuously leaking nipples.

You nod incessantly, back arching off of the bed. "Gonna cum again for you Daddy, you make my pussy feel so good!"

"Good girl," he praises.

He lifts your hips higher, the head of his cock dragging against the sweet spot inside of you with each thrust.

You scream his name in ecstacy, your eyes squeezing shut as he curses.

"Daddy!" you warn loudly, grabbing onto the sheets beside you.

"Fuck yes, hold your belly and cum for me!" he instructs, fucking deeper into you with every stroke.

You do as told, holding the weight of your stomach in your hands.

"Cum," he seethes through gritted teeth and you see stars.

Your cum squirts onto his thighs, your body shaking and whimpering.

"Fuck! Good girl, little dove! I'm cumming!" your boyfriend moans loudly.

You gasp loudly, feeling his warm cum paint your cervix. He breathes raggedly above you, hands running through his sweat soaked hair.

"Jesus Christ," he gasps, his throat tight and dry.

You whimper when he pulls out of you, your bottom lip tucks between your teeth.

"I fucking love you," he whispers, watching how his cum begins to cream from your swollen cunt.

"I love you too," you breathe out.

He hums gently, minding your stomach as he bends down for a kiss. His lips are soft and loving against yours.

"So you're going to be a super famous artist now? I get to live with one of the greatest forward thinking, artistic minds?" he quips, pulling you into his arms.

"What? That's Leonardo Da Vinci. Do I look like a Leonardo to you?" you retort with a laugh, curling into his side.

"Maybe… Although you look more like a Donatello to me."

You snort loudly, rolling your eyes. "You're an idiot."

"Well you're a smartass," he gripes, slapping your backside gently.

"You're lucky I love you," you mumble, pressing your face into his chest.

He shivers as you kiss over his small tattoos, eyes fluttering shut gratefully. "Not as much as I love you." he whispers, running his hand over your back gently.

"This is the start to something good, little dove. I can feel it." Yoongi declares, kissing the top of your head.

Once the ball is rolling, there's very few things that can stop it. And Yoongi intends for it to roll all the way to divorce court.’

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i'm sure you already got this request but please pleaseee write a second part of that abo verse🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻it needs a happy ending with harry coming home and meeting his newborn baby or even louis being still pregnant , whichever you prefer :D

Order up for a part two of this ol’ thing. Please note that this is obviously ABO heavy and contains adult content as well as mentions of past mpreg, implied male lactation, and body insecurity.

Also, quick extra note: Louis is referred to as the baby’s mother because of the time period. While I picture an ABO verse version of the 1940’s being more accepting of same sex couples (if they are alpha/omega couples,) I also think that most people would use heteronormative labels for these couples as well. That means male omegas would get some feminine labels. Just a head’s up in advance for anyone wondering or potentially bothered by that.

I that’s it, folks. Enjoy xx

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Alex had not been home for ten months.

He’d been on three different trains, and he was finally getting off at a stop that looked familiar. It was so late that the station was empty now, but he was still familiar with the inside of the station, and he knew exactly what laid beyond it.

He was home.

He should’ve been back sooner.

He had written Louis nearly every day and gotten letters just as regularly, but he’d kept putting in requests to go home for one week, a weekend, an afternoon. He’d seen other men who had been allowed short visits home to see their mates and their families, and even if those that went home were older and had higher rankers, he held onto the hope that he could get a visit, too. He just needed to go see Louis, make sure he was okay, buy him the food he needed, make sure he was surrounded by soft things and make sure that he knew Alex still loved him so much.

He kept getting denied, with the same condescending speech from an officer to go with it.

“Can’t spare the manpower right now, son. But the sooner we win, the sooner you can go home, huh?”

After the third denial, Alex had nearly punched a hole through the barracks wall before curling up on his cot. He was angrier out there, surrounded by stress and sadness and alpha energy. He didn’t like it. He hoped it would go away.

“Mate,” someone close by had sighed to him after that third time, “I think they’re afraid that if you go home, you’re never going to come back and fight.”

After a couple more rejections, he was sure they were never going to let him see home again if they could help it.  

And it was true, anyways. If he had gotten to see Louis again, had gotten to hold onto peace for a little while, he wouldn’t ever let go. They could drag him back onto the battlefield and his head would still be in their old apartment.

But it turned out he just needed an evacuation to get sent back.

He felt hollow from hunger, but once he was out of the station he didn’t try to find anyplace to get food that would still be open. Instead he kept right on walking until he started towards the more familiar neighborhoods and into the cheap made flat buildings, and then finally to one building in particular. The front door didn’t lock at all, so he slipped right inside and went to the stairs, taking them two at a time up to the third floor.

Of course he didn’t have a key anymore to any of the doors up there. And once he found the door he needed, his hands froze at his sides, unable to lift and knock.

As he hovered in front of the door, his mind started going. What if this was the wrong place? What if Louis had up and gone somewhere else? Of course he hadn’t mentioned anything like that in his letters, but Alex had stopped getting those a few months ago. Louis had written him every week right up until the beginning of the year, when their baby was supposed to be born, and after that, there was nothing except one short letter.

I’m okay. Come home and see us, please.

Love, Louis

Alex had kept that letter in his coat pocket even when he was floating in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean.

Louis had told him then to come home. But maybe he had gotten tired of waiting. Maybe he had gotten scared and started hiding things.

Somehow, Alex was able to dig down deep and pull out the strength to knock carefully.

If he strained himself, he could maybe hear shuffling on the other side. But a few seconds stretched by, and it made his skin itch. That was too much, too long to wait. So he lifted his hand and knocked again. This time, the door quickly opened, and a small body was drawing forward, nearly into the hallway.

“I told you not to – “ Louis whispered harshly, and then he paused, blinking.

“Alex,” he whispered. His eyes were wide, “Darling, what – “

“I’m – home,” Alex stuttered, “I can stay home now. I – they evacuated us and half of us got discharge out of it and I didn’t have time to write you but – baby, I’m home. I’m home and I’m going to stay home,”

It was a rush, and he could barely get out the words, he was so distracted. There was something real in front of him that he had only gotten to dream about for almost a year.

Alex had kept one image of Louis in his head for the last several months. Right up until the winter, Louis had sent him bundles of letters, like he promised, documenting every time his legs ached or there was a kick in his belly, every food he craved and every time he just wanted Alex home, which it turned out, was nearly every second. But amongst all his letter, he’d only spared one photograph, something one of their neighbors had taken. He’d been smiling in the picture, his skin golden and his cheeks swollen and pink, his hands cradling his full moon of a belly.

Now, Louis looked tired, his hair rumpled and his long fringe tangled. There were swollen, dark bags under his eyes, the color of his irises a bit dim. His skin didn’t have the same glow, and his cheeks had lost their fullness, returning his face to its usual sharpness. As he stood in the doorway, he kept his arm around his waist, where he still looked a little wider than Alex remembered.

Louis’s other hand, the one not at his waist, tightened a bit on the doorframe.

“Come in,” Louis murmured, his voice a bit firm, “Come in, please,”

Alex particularly stumbled forward, and Louis let go of the doorframe, backing safely into the flat. As soon as Alex was inside he pushed the door behind him closed and then reached for Louis, grasping him by the shoulders. He dragged his hands up his neck and cupped his cheeks, pulling Louis in and kissing his ragged, bitten lips firmly. Louis’s mouth stuttered a bit under the touch and then his lips moved easily, kissing Alex back with the same eagerness.

“You’re real, huh?” Alex said when he managed to pull back, “You’re real and not something I dreamt up to get me through the days?”

“I’m right here, honey,” Louis laughed, “I’m right here,”

Louis stroked his hands up the sides of Alex’s wrists, dragging over his skin, scenting it, letting the smell and feel of him soak into Alex’s skin.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t come home,” Alex said, “I tried so hard, I just couldn’t – “

“I know, I know, you wrote me enough letters telling me that,” Louis smiled softly, “I’m not angry, darling,”

“You stopped writing to me,”

“I know, I’m sorry, I’ve been so busy, so tired,” Louis lifted a hand to Alex’s cheek, stroking at his skin, “I’m sorry I snapped at you, just, there are neighbors coming in at all hours, trying to give me things, and they wake the little one up – “

Louis’s voice cut off almost as soon as he said it, and his eyes widened a bit as Alex looked at him, his chest suddenly feeling tight.

Of course, he hadn’t just come back to see Louis.

“Um,” Alex murmured, “Is – “

“She’s in the other room,” Louis said, “She’s asleep,”

“She?” Alex echoed. Louis paused in stroking his cheek.

“Yes, darling,” Louis smiled, “Do you want to come see her?”

“I – “ Alex started, then he looked down at himself. In the last town he’d stopped in, he had used the last of his pocket money for a hotel room. He’d had a bath and had scrubbed away some of the dirt and blood clinging to his skin, and he’d paid someone else to wash his uniform. But there was still grime clinging to his nails, and probably still some in his hair and in the fibers of his shirt.

“I’m dirty,” he managed.

“You’re fine, honey,” Louis sighed, “She’s yours, she’s tough. A little dirt under your nails isn’t going to hurt her,”

“Okay,” Alex agreed, his voice still feeling too weak.  

“But take your boots off first,” Louis said, “You haven’t woken her up yet, I’d let it to stay that way,”

Alex nodded and bent down to undo his boots, and he left them on the living room floor before straightening back up and following after Louis. He walked slowly, trying to keep his feet soft as they entered their room. There was a crib now right by their bed now, a bit scuffed up in places but far too nice to be bought on their own. A neighbor had probably given it to Louis. It seemed like everyone in the building loved him, but Louis with a child was probably an entirely new thing to be adored.

Louis approached the crib and Alex followed after him, until they were both close enough that Alex could glance inside. When he did look, he had to focus on his feet on the floor, Louis next to him, concrete things to keep him grounded as his thoughts nearly ran away from him.

There was a baby there. His baby, their baby. And she was so tiny. Tiny and delicate and with a sparse head of dark hair. Around her there was the familiar pale pink of their favorite blanket, the faded, striped fabric of one of Alex’s good shirts, a tiny brown toy bear.  

“She’s so beautiful,” Alex breathed out, and Louis made a soft noise of agreement next to him.

“What – “ Alex started, but Louis cut him off, probably already predicting what he was going to ask.

“Anna,” he murmured, “M’sorry, I had to name her myself. But I thought maybe you’d like it. Mum thought it was too plain, though,”

“No, no,” Alex shook his head, “It’s perfect,”

He gripped the edge of the crib, risking another glance inside, like this was something forbidden that could be snatched away from him.

“My shirt’s in there,”

“And our blanket,” Louis nodded, “I wanted her to know what you smelled like,”

Alex just nodded and looked down for a little while longer, and then finally Louis sighed and leaned over the crib, placing his arms carefully inside.

“Darling,” he whispered softly as he worked his hands under the tiny body, “Someone’s here to see you,”  

Anna stirred as Louis touched her, her face pinching, and soon her red lips parted and she cried out shrilly. Alex started a bit but Louis just sighed as he picked her up completely.

“You’re alright,” he said gently, “Your daddy’s finally home, precious, come say hello,”

Louis lifted Anna, swaddled in one of her blankets, fully into his arms. He cradled her carefully, naturally, even as she kept crying. He must have done this so many times, held and clothed and cleaned and fed their baby alone, in this apartment that didn’t even have a real bathroom or enough heat in the winter.

“Here,” Louis said, angling his arms close to Alex, “Take her,”

Alex just stared at Louis.

“What if – “ he said, but Louis interrupted him.

“I’ll show you how to hold her,” he said, “You’ll both be alright, I promise,”

Alex just stared again, and then finally, cautiously, held his arms out. Louis carefully shifted Anna in his arms, still wailing, and brought her close to Alex, murmuring how he should hold his arms as he handed her over.

Finally, the little body was safely settled in Alex’s arms, so small but somehow so heavy, and so warm. Her big, dark eyes blinked up at Alex before closing completely, her face relaxing, her mouth pursing and fishing a bit before she became quiet again.

“Hello,” Alex murmured, “Hello, darling,”

Louis stayed close and gripped tightly onto the inside of his elbow, stroking his thumb over the spot as Alex held her.

“Have you been good for your mama?” Alex whispered, “Hm?”

“She’s been good,” Louis said, “Very sweet,”

Louis’s fingers reached out and pushed aside the blanket that surrounded her, exposing more of her face.

“I think she looks like you,” Louis said, “Her hair’s a bit curly,”

“Maybe,” Alex said. He was trying to take in all the details of her face, but he couldn’t quite find himself in her yet. But he could easily find Louis’s long lashes, his perfectly shaped nose.

Alex reached out a finger and prodded at one of Anna’s tiny, closely curled fists, and in a moment, her fingers uncurled and she grasped onto his finger, making his chest go tight.

“She likes me,” he said.

“Of course she likes you,” Louis said, “She’s yours,”

They stood like that for awhile, quiet and just looking at the tiny thing in Alex’s arms, and then Louis prodded his shoulder again.

“I’m sorry, love, but I need to go to bed, I’m falling asleep on my feet,” he murmured, “Do you just want to hold her for awhile?”

“Yes,” Alex said quickly, “Yes. And I’ll put her to bed,”

“I know you will,” Louis said. He kissed Alex’s temple, “I love you,”

“I love you, too,” Alex murmured, “So much. Love you so much,”

“I know, my darling,” Louis said, “I always know, don’t you worry about that,”

He pressed another kiss to Alex’s cheek, and then wandered back over to the bed. Alex went into the second room, near the kitchen, so Louis could sleep in peace.

He kept Anna close to his chest as he wandered in circles around the kitchen, the living room, and back again.

It was dawning on him now what it meant to be back. He had spent so long writing letters, hoping to get back home, clawing and scratching for the mere possibility. Getting home was all he had wanted, and now he had it. He had Louis in the next room, beautiful and resting, and his daughter in his arms.

His daughter. He had a daughter now.

Alex’s eyes burned, and he felt a part of him, something a selfish and ugly, rear up. For a moment he wished that he could just make himself some tea and take a bath and then settle next to Louis, alone and quiet, and just to have a few more days of the life he used to know.

But then Anna stirred, and all of those desires shattered.

He had come home for a reason, and now he had it. He wasn’t going to wish it away for something else.

Alex pressed his daughter close yet again, and angled his mouth down to really speak to her.

“I’m sorry,” Alex said first, “I’m so sorry for where I’ve been but I’m going to take good, good care of you now. Okay?”

Of course Anna didn’t react, just squirmed a bit and remained dozing, and that only made him what to keep going.

“I’m not going to leave you again,” he said, “I’m not a very good person, baby. I’ve learned that about myself. I – I’ve hurt people. But I’m going to try to be a good father to you, okay? I’m going to teach you how to treat people better than I have,”

The words spilled easily from lips now as he huddled Anna close. Maybe his voice was just a lullaby to her, because she had completely stilled, barely even flinching at his words.

“I’m going to make sure I’m here with you, and that I’m going something good. I’m going to buy us a big house, okay? A big, nice house, somewhere proper for you to grow up, and I’ll hang a tire swing in the backyard for you. I’ll be here to see you crawl and speak and walk. I’ll buy you crayons and books and dolls, whatever you want. I’ll even buy you a dog if you’d like one. I – “ Alex’s voice caught as he tried to speak next, but he swallowed it down and forced himself to keep going, “I’ll give you siblings. I’ll give you too many to count. But first I have to marry your mama, baby girl,”

His throat felt go tight at that. It wasn’t a lie, the furthest thing from it. He’d promised Louis they would get married as soon as Alex had the money for a ring and a real wedding. He wasn’t any closer to that promise now, since his army stipends were probably barely enough for Louis to cover the rent on his own. But it would happen. He knew that much.

 “And that’s the big thing I need you to know,” Alex finally said a loud, “I want you to know that I love your mama so much, baby girl. He used to be my favorite person in the world. But now you’re here, so I think you two will have to share that title,”

He bounced her gently after that, and she didn’t react, just stayed quiet and still. He sighed. He was out of words, anyways, out of explanations for where he had been and what was going to happen next.

Alex wandered back into the second room, then, and went over to the crib. He set her down, and she didn’t wake up and scream, so he assumed she was okay and comfortable. He shifted around her things, her blanket and his shirt and her bear, and then he drew his hands away.

He wanted another bath, but he didn’t dare turn on the tap and wake either Anna or Louis up. So he just took off his uniform, left in a pile on the floor, and then went over to the bed completely bare and crawled next to Louis.

But before he even could tuck an arm around his mate’s waist, he heard his voice.

“You were very chatty just now,” Louis murmured, and Alex paused.

“Did you – hear much of that?”

“Tuned most of it out. Wanna give you as much privacy as this place allows,” Louis said, “It’s a miracle I stayed awake for longer than a few minutes, anyways, I felt like I was on my last legs when I got into bed. But now that you’re here I think I’m wide awake,”

Alex hummed softly, and then settled his head down on his pillow and reached out again to put an arm around Louis. But again, he was halted, this time by Louis twisting around again and pushing Alex’s hand away.

“Alex, wait,” Louis said.  

Alex stopped, blinking at Louis’s form in the darkness.

“What’s wrong?”

“I -- I just had a baby,” Louis said carefully, “I’m not gonna feel like you remember, s’all”

Alex nearly froze, his hands hovering over Louis’s body, and then he breathed out sharply.

“God, honey,” Alex sighed, “I’ve dreamed about coming home to you for almost a year, you think I’m going to care about that?”

“Just,” Louis sighed as he settled back down onto the mattress, “Just keep that in mind,”

Alex nodded, and then cautiously reached out a hand, firmly settling it on Louis’s waist. The other man tensed and then quickly relaxed underneath Alex’s touch. He sighed softly and shifted, but he didn’t move away, and it only made Alex want to touch Louis more. He ran his hand all over him, along his chest and his belly and his hips and his legs. Louis’s chest was swollen and soft, there was more flesh at his waist. But he still smelled the same, still made Alex’s own skin feel nice and hot and his belly feel tight.

Louis squirmed under his touch, his body very much awake and alive, and when he spoke his voice soft and careful but still delicious and keening.

Alex pressed his nose to the back of Louis’s neck and breathed in deeply, taking in the smell of spring and sweet things, and he pressed his hands firmly to Louis’s skin, drawing another gasp out of his mate.

“Louis,” Alex murmured, “Let me make love to you,”

“Uh,” Louis groaned, and Alex pet his side carefully.

“Baby, you wanna?”

“Yeah,” Louis answered, “Alex, yes, please,”

Alex nodded, then slid his hands down to the tops of Louis’s legs, rucking up the edge of his sleep shirt. Alex’s fingertips skimmed over his bare hips and the curve of his bum, and Louis groaned again.

“Missed you,” Louis murmured, “Missed you so much,”

“I know precious,” Alex said, “You took care of yourself while I was away though, right? Made yourself feel nice?”

“Yes, but not like you can, ah – shit,” Louis said, his voice cutting off as Alex pressed a fingertip to the rim of his slick, ready entrance. He prodded at him a bit, trying to get his fingers inside enough until he was open. Then he pulled his hands away and instead went to grab his length, smoothing a hand over Louis’s belly as he pressed his cockhead to his entrance.

“You’re going to give me another baby to take care of,” Louis huffed, “I swear you will,”

“I’ll do my best to try and stop,” he said, “I can get out of you – “

“No, no,” Louis sighed, “I waited close to a year for a knot, honey, if we get another baby we get another baby out of it,”

“Alright,” Alex sighed against his shoulder, “Whatever you want. I made you wait too damn long, I’m gonna give you whatever you want now,”

He pushed his cockhead inside of him, letting Louis’s heat swallow him. Lois groaned, his body shifting a bit before relaxing once again. Alex kept a hand on his hip, smoothing over the skin, and he squeezed a bit at the flesh as he pushed his hips forward, letting himself become swallowed up completely.

Louis moaned rather loudly at that, and Alex squeezed his hip hard.

“Gotta be quiet, baby,” he murmured, “Don’t wake her,”

“Uh huh,” Louis sighed, “I know, I know, just wanna let me know you’re makin’ me feel nice,”

“You can tell me, darling, just tell me when you’re quiet,” Alex sighed as he shifted his hips, “Christ, can’t believe you had to take care of yourself for so long. You looked so pretty in that one picture you sent me, I wanked to that for weeks,”

“Lord,” Louis huffed, “I missed you. Had to wank with your shirts on my nose so I could smell you. And everything felt so good when I was knocked up but it still wasn’t enough,”

“I know,” Alex said, “But I’m gonna take care of you now. Won’t leave you again,”

“I wouldn’t let you leave anyways,” Louis said, and then his voice faded into a whimper, “Alex, baby, harder, please,”

“Yeah?” Alex murmured, “You want more, honey? Wanted to come back and be sweet to you, make love to you. But you wanna get fucked, don’t you precious?”

“Oh,” Louis gasped, “Oh, Christ, yes please,”

“Alright,” Alex laughed, and then kissed the back of Louis’s ear before catching his lobe between his teeth, biting enough to make Louis squeak, “Be quiet, though, gotta be quiet,”

He snapped his hips hard and Louis gasped and pushed back. Louis’s skin felt hot, and Alex felt slick pouring over his cock, wetting the sheets below them. Alex reached up to pinch at one of his nipples but Louis slapped his hand away.

“I’ll leak, don’t,” he huffed.

“Alright,” Alex sighed, “I’ll play with your tits later, honey, bet you’d like that,”

“Christ, don’t know why I missed you,” Louis groaned, “Fuckin’ menace you are,”

“Uh huh, still got you all wet, huh,” Alex said, kissing the back of Louis’s neck. Louis still groaned.

“Just do what you’re good for,” Louis huffed, and Alex laughed weakly before bucking his hips forward, burying more of his length inside Louis. The other man groaned, and then his voice became a soft whimper as Alex rocked his hips gently against him. He kept his nose pressed to Louis’s neck, and his hands skimmed over the front of his body, feeling every generous new curve. He would take his time exploring Louis’s body in the morning, if they had time, before Anna woke up.

He had only been home for a little while and there was already so much for him to think about.

And Louis smelled unbearably sweet. It didn’t help clear his mind.

Finally, Louis hissed sharply and then his body tensed, before he mewled and Alex felt new wetness spread underneath them as Louis released. Alex rocked forward more, until his knot swelled and he was spilling and stuck inside Louis, exactly where he needed to be. He kept his nose pressed to his scent gland, ran his dry lips over Louis’s bond mark, while the other man curled up against him and sighed.

“Thank you,” Louis finally whispered.

“My pleasure, honey,” Alex laughed weakly, but Louis groaned.

“No, no I meant – “ he shook his head, his hair rustling against his pillow, “Thank you for keeping your promise. For coming home,”

“Oh,” Alex paused, lifting his head a bit, “Should’ve been sooner,”

“It doesn’t matter,” Louis said, “God, you’re here in one piece and not in a box, that’s all I care about,”

Alex nodded and squeezed his eyes closed, pressing nearly his whole face to the back of Louis’s neck.

“I’ll never forgive this war for taking you away from me,” Alex mumbled, “Never,”  

“It’ll be okay,” Louis said weakly, “It’ll be okay, baby, war’s nearly done now. And you’re out, it doesn’t even matter now. Let other people fight it out, it can’t hurt us anymore,”

Alex’s eyes felt wet at that, and before the first tear could even spill fully out, Louis’s hand found his own, and he stroked Alex’s knuckles gently, bringing him back to earth.

“You’re alright,” Louis said, but Alex’s lips opened and a weak sob let out, making him press his mouth against Louis’s shoulder. He wouldn’t wake Anna up with his crying. That would be a bad second impression, even if she couldn’t fully remember this.

But Louis kept stroking his hand, and eventually he squeezed Alex’s hand hard.

“Alpha,” Louis said firmly, “Alex,”

Alex froze, and he pulled his mouth away from Louis’s shoulder, blinking into the darkness as Louis kept squeezing his hand.

“I – “ Alex managed, “I’m your alpha,”

“What else would you be?” Louis said, “It doesn’t matter you couldn’t be here with me every second. I survived before I met you, I can survive without you if I need to. I just don’t like it. I want you here, I want to see your face when I wake up, I want you to know you’ll be walking in that door every day. I love you, and that’s how you take care of me. You love me right back, and I don’t need you here to know that. I can feel it all the way across the damn English Channel,”

Alex just stayed silent, his hand curled tightly in Louis’s, and then he breathed out long and hard as he shook his head.

“Tough as nails, you are,” Alex huffed against the back of Louis’s neck, “God, who let me keep you,”

“Me, for whatever reason,” Louis sighed. He shifted a bit, pushing his body forward. Alex’s knot was starting to loosen, and he shifted and pulled himself out of Louis. But then he gripped Louis’s hips and turned him over onto his back, and settled his body over top of him. He pressed a kiss to Louis’s mouth, and the other man returned it, a smile on his lips as he did so.

“You just gotta promise me one thing,” Louis said when Alex pulled away.

“Anything,” Alex murmured as he kissed the corner of Louis’s mouth, “Anything you want,”

“When you buy me that big house,” Louis said, “You better get me a bedroom with a nice view,”

Alex lifted away, and then just blinked at Louis before he let himself laugh, loud and hard, and he collapsed on top of Louis and squeezed him as Louis started to laugh, too.

The noise was enough to make Anna wake up wailing.