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Jihoon is, in a word, the most spoiled thing in the entire kingdom. Seungcheol constantly reminds him he wasn’t raised to be, because it’s unbecoming for an omega of Jihoon’s status to behave the way he does.
“Mingyu.” Mingyu turns toward Jihoon, who raises his arms. “You’re too far.”
“I’m making you food.” Mingyu’s voice is amused, even as he abandons the stove to scoop Jihoon up. He adjusts his hold, mindful of the growing swell of Jihoon’s stomach, and Jihoon wraps his arms around Mingyu’s neck for balance. “Were you always this spoiled?”
“No. You did this, so take responsibility.”
With a hum of acknowledgment, Mingyu returns to the fried rice he started at Jihoon’s request. He can only eat Mingyu’s food now, because the baby is maybe more spoiled than Jihoon himself, and it’s only various kinds of fried rice this week. Nose finding his alpha’s scent gland and breathing in, Jihoon settles. There’s something soothing about the rhythm of Mingyu’s cooking, and it’s what drew Jihoon to the alpha in the first place—after his scent.
He smells like grilled pork belly and the first moment after uncovering a pot of rice, heady and warm in a way that compliments the minty-licorice smell Jihoon has. Like perilla, Mingyu said once, we make a little ssam.
While Mingyu cooks, he asks Jihoon to hand him things, because his hands are full and that’s the price of getting to stay in his arms. It makes Jihoon think of how Mingyu might cook while holding their child, teaching them how to cook so they’ll be a perfect mate one day. Eventually, though, Mingyu’s cooking becomes stirring the rice until it’s cooked and Jihoon tunes it out. He doesn’t notice being moved from one arm to the other, only tuning back in when Mingyu settles Jihoon in his lap. Jihoon makes a disgruntled noise at the change.
“I know,” Mingyu says. He slips his hand under Jihoon’s skirt and two fingers into Jihoon’s hole, filling him. It’s not what Jihoon wants, though, so he makes another disgruntled noise and only receives a kiss to his temple. “No. The doctor was very clear: you can’t have my knot until the baby’s born.”
“Mingyu.” The word is sharp and irritated, the same tone Jihoon uses whenever Mingyu’s not doing what he wants. “I don’t care.”
“There’s something in there right now, Jihoon. If I fuck you, it’ll hurt the baby.”
Most of the time, Jihoon loves his alpha’s statistical outlier of a cock. He’s aware it’s not especially common to get your womb fucked regularly, let alone develop a taste for it. Right now, though, he wishes Mingyu was smaller. It’s inhumane that his alpha can’t fuck him while he’s pregnant, Jihoon thinks.
“This is a failure of your duties as my alpha.” Jihoon dodges when Mingyu tries to placate him with another kiss, instead picking up his spoon and starting to eat. “I’m entitled to your knot whenever I want it. It’s my property.”
“You wanted to be bred.” Mingyu’s hand settles on Jihoon’s stomach, round the way people much further along are. Then Mingyu presses his fingers further into Jihoon’s cunt, making him leak around Mingyu’s fingers. “This is the consequence.”
Most of Jihoon knows Mingyu’s right. The rest of him is so horny two of Mingyu’s fingers, thick as they are, barely feel they’re filling him. He eats, frustrated even as Mingyu adds another finger and his thumb circles Jihoon’s clit. When he’s done, Jihoon pushes the plate away and leans back against Mingyu’s chest.
“What if you don’t put it in?” Jihoon makes the question sweet, because he wants and he’s accustomed to getting. Mingyu is pliable, easy to sway, and wants to give Jihoon everything. “What if I just.”
He shifts on Mingyu’s lap, rocking down on his cock and drawing a groan from the alpha. The hand on his stomach grips him tighter before Mingyu remembers himself. Then Jihoon is being lifted and carried into their nest, where Mingyu lies down and places Jihoon on top of him. At some point Mingyu’s lost his breeches, and Jihoon, delighted, tries to slip Mingyu’s cock into him. He’s stymied, of course, by Mingyu lifting him into the air like it’s nothing.
“No,” Mingyu says, strained. “You’re just going to grind on my cock or I will leave.”
The threat, Jihoon knows, is empty. Mingyu would never leave. He might, however, leave Jihoon in the nest alone while he cleans up the kitchen, and Jihoon doesn’t want that. So when he’s lowered again, he hesitantly drags his cunt along Mingyu’s cock. It draws a shuddering breath from Mingyu, who moves Jihoon’s hands to support his belly. Jihoon frowns, realizing the angle’s not quite right and adjusting so his clit drags along the vein of Mingyu’s cock. The slick leaking from him eases the slide, wet and messy in a way their sex usually isn’t, and Jihoon mewls at the sensation.
“Mingyu.” A trill, pleading, and answered with a growl. “Mingyu.”
“Just like that.” Mingyu’s hands are firm on Jihoon’s hips, guiding his movements. “Prettiest omega in the entire kingdom.”
Once the rhythm finds itself, it doesn’t take that long before Jihoon is a whining mess who’s no longer moving by his own power, just letting Mingyu guide him. Pregnancy has made him lazy, unwilling to be in control to the extent he usually—Jihoon is spoiled, yes, but most of the time he’s in control and Mingyu doesn’t complain. He tires easily, with a fraction of his usual stamina for holding Mingyu down and riding him.
It’s all he can do to cant his hips so his clint’s more directly stimulated, desperately grinding against the head of Mingyu’s cock. He’s sobbing, more slick leaking by the minute, and it’s going to ruin the nest—only Jihoon can’t bring himself to care.
He comes like that, grinding down on Mingyu’s cock, twice. Mingyu lets him, then lays him in the nest. It’s sticky and uncomfortable, but Jihoon’s too tired to do anything about it. Instead he whines, assured Mingyu will fix it.
“Yes. I’m just going to get a bath drawn and then, while you’re soaking, I’ll fix the nest.”
Satisfied that Mingyu is attending to his duties appropriately, Jihoon purrs and settles into the nest. It’s really only appropriate Mingyu take responsibility, after all.