irina.

“i can’t wait ‘til she’s here.” shane looks at his stomach, imagining himself to be growing a daughter.

“she?” ilya asks, following shane’s line of sight to his stomach.

“i have a feeling.” shane also had a name in mind already…

“no risks, shane,” ilya says, groaning as he pulls back far enough to release his cock from shane’s wet cunt and rearranging them on the bed.

now resting his head on ilya’s chest, shane curls around his mate and tucks his leg between ilya’s.

“fuuuck, shane,” ilya moans, rutting forward into his tight heat.

“glad you finally fucked me again,” shane sighs, pressing back against his mate.

“we needed to check that our little one would be safe first, hollander”

“i TOLD you it was fine.”

“mngnh… fuck me pregnant again, alpha,” shane groans into the pillows, the slight inflate of Ilya’s knot tugging at his hole.

neither of them are in rut or heat so his knot doesn’t fully inflate, but the extra pressure draws shane into a second wave of orgasm, prick spurting another dribble of cum

ilya isn’t far behind, groaning loudly as shane clenches tightly around his thick cock.

“fuck, shane, if you weren’t already pregnant, i think that would have knocked you up,” ilya rasps in his thick russian accent, flopping forward against shane’s back.

ilya refuses to fuck shane for a good three weeks, only relenting after their doctor tells them it’ll be safe for their baby.

when they finally fuck again, shane is so pent up that he cums less than a minute after ilya enters him, bending him over the bed and fucking him from the back.

it doesn’t help that shane’s slick has gotten even sweeter- it makes it easier for ilya to get pussy drunk and unable to entertain anything but planting his mouth on his mate

he doesn’t stop until shane has cum three times, only coming up for air and to kiss his omega before returning to his perch between shane’s legs, tongue moving between his cunt and his small prick.