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Being claimed and mated with his alpha had been one of the best moments of his life until the birth of their pup. Despite the cramping, his body being constantly swollen, and even waking unable to move once a week, his pup’s birth was one of the happiest moments of his life. He would give through labor with his 9 lb pup multiple times if it meant not going through an 8 month long pregnancy again. Despite their best efforts and communications, Alec had felt disconnected from himself that could not even compare to his teen years and presenting outwardly as an Omega. Every visitor was only focused on his pup that was not even born, including his siblings, making him feel as though he were the birthing machine many elders would say he would become. Even his own baby shower ended with his alpha clenching his jaw 20 minutes in and forcing everyone to leave. The omega wasn’t one for attention anyways, but the pregnancy brought attention that was only for his unborn pup.
His alpha had been protective, falling into his primitive instincts more and more as the visitors made it clear they were only there for his pup rather than his pregnant omega. His instincts only calmed when his 9 lb pup was brought into the world, despite what was originally believed of prime alphas. Alec had been completely prepared to tiredly beg his alpha to stay by his side rather than forcing the nurses out of the room unless absolutely necessary, but rather than reaching for his pup immediately, the alpha had solely focused on the omega. The birthing process was fast compared to his pregnancy, the omega had whined when finally clear-headed enough. For his first time birth, the pup was pushed out in 5 minutes before his mama was able to receive an epidural.
Magnus had only smiled down at him softly, wiping the sweat off of his skin before gently placing his pup by his side. The omega immediately focused on his pup, fussing with his hospital gown to help cover the pup from the cold. Magnus was ready to change his pup into something warm, fussing with the blankets around his omega to tuck him in to keep his hands from changing the pup before he could have his vitals documented.
His pup was now two weeks old with Alec being completely healed and behaving as normal. With his alpha being a Prime Alpha, once they had mated and claimed each other, the omega’s body had changed to be more fertile, to have a heightened rate of healing after birth, as well as being able to easily lose the birth weight. Alec would count his blessings daily, thankfully avoiding postpartum dysmorphia due to this fact. His body only retained a couple of pounds to soften his hips, thighs, and chest slightly for his pup.
“Let’s have another,” Alec prodded, cradling his pup in one arm while grasping onto his alpha’s shirt with the other, as they walked from the bedroom to the kitchen. “No,” Magnus immediately disagreed, detouring to the living room to force his omega into resting. “Our pup will be lonely,” The omega immediately whined, lifting him up for emphasis. Magnus had confided within him multiple times the feeling of loneliness he often felt as a child only being around his father constantly due to needing to be trained into a proper Prime Alpha, even as a pup. “Omega pups need nestmates,” Alec continued, only sitting down to avoid the naggings that were sure to come if he didn’t. “Our pup is only 2 weeks old, he needs milk and cuddles more than a nestmate,” His alpha stood firm in his belief, readjusting the pup’s socks and mittens to his liking before turning on his heel to find a blanket. Although the loft was set at a comfortable temperature, the alpha was firm in his beliefs of his pup being cold and needing to be held and bundled up every moment of the day.
Before the omega could respond, a phone ringing interrupted them, Magnus immediately becoming irritated. It must be his sister calling once again to ask for forgiveness. Alec mentally sighed, laying back into the couch with his pup blissfully asleep on his chest. The day after he had given birth, he had allowed his siblings and their respective partners to visit his pup. Jace surprisingly behaved himself the most out of the four, gently rocking his pup and being starstruck with his nephew, while the other 3 had made the mistake of laughing about how “big” his pup was. How his alpha did not resort violence was unknown to the omega, but the omega only reacted verbally due to being sore from birth. Jace had immediately handed the pup back to his brother, respectfully exiting the room to help ease Magnus’s temper. Despite the alpha having very little brains, he was surprisingly smart when it came to his nephew. Out of his entire family, obviously excluding the pup’s parents, Jace had held the pup the most so far.
Alec immediately reached out to grasp at his arms to distract him from his anger, pulling the alpha down to the couch instead. No use for his alpha to revisit his anger if his pup needed his attention. Rafael whined, fussing slightly at the scent of his father’s anger. Omega pups were sensitive to their Alpha fathers the most, mostly from instinct. When pups presented at 14 years of age, they would submit consciously and aim to maintain a calm environment after their first heats.
Not that Alec would have first-hand experience. Instead of submitting easily, he tormented the Alphas in the house by being spoiled and being a brat for the sake of it being entertaining. The Alphas would clench their jaws and accept his behavior only due to him taking care of the family. His mother, though, would snap at him constantly before “asking” for forgiveness with various fruits and snacks (really, it was more that she would set down a plate and begin speaking to him as though nothing had happened. Robert was the one who would run away from an argument while Jace would often end up locked in a storage room or pinned against a wall if he were especially annoying, Isabelle and Max would get locked out of the house a few times (actually, almost everyday). Alec liked to think they were even, seeing as the Alphas in the home would often create holes in the walls from rough-housing constantly and starting cold wars with each other for no apparent reason. The hormones and immaturity of Alphas, Alec would sigh.
Magnus immediately took his pup into his arms, peppering kisses to his pup’s cheeks. “Alpha isn’t mad,” He comforted, patting him on the back a couple of times before returning him to his resting spot. Rafael snuffled for a bit, a small fist pushing against his mama’s chest before he settled into his embrace. Alec pressed the back of his fingers to his forehead and cheek to ensure his pup wasn’t too warm before meeting his alpha’s gaze once more. “Our pup is eating well,” His alpha softly laughed, stroking the small back. Alec immediately looked away, slightly embarrassed. The first week they had their pup, the omega had cried into his alpha’s arms due to the pup only drinking half an ounce despite the nurses telling him the pup would only be drinking an ounce of milk. He had begun to pump instead, thinking his pup would be most responsive to a bottle rather than feeding from the source, only for them to discover their pup ate so little due to the high fat content of the milk produced, leading the pup to be full easily and gain weight. His alpha was obviously pleased, nodding satisfied when they would use the excess milk for his pup’s baths instead.
Magnus patted his pup gently before standing once more to resume his route to the kitchen. What the omega lost after birth was sure to be gained once more with how his alpha chose to feed him. When they first had begun courting and dating, the omega was treated to 4 meals each day that soon changed to 5 meals when they mated to now being 6 small meals daily postpartum. The alpha would fuss after them both, his instincts needing him to ensure his omegas were eating well before he would allow himself to rest well. Even during the night, the alpha was springing out of bed to ensure his omega would have snacks when his pup required comfort or needed to be fed. Since they had moved from the bed to his nest instead, they slept together with their pup through the night, the bed being mostly unused.
The omega peered down at his pup resting on his chest, in awe of the small human he created and carried. As a pup, he would often refuse publicly that he would not have pups, but every night he would think of what his pups would look like. His younger self was not too far off, he thought proudly, gently tugging off his pup’s hat to be able to stroke the hair that laid underneath. During his pregnancy, he had heard that heartburn would mean his pup would have immense hair. Of all the symptoms he had, he had surprisingly not experienced any sort of heart burn, leading to multiple nights when he would curse his alpha for creating a bald child. His alpha had mercifully kept his cheers internal when their pup was born, proving the exact opposite. Although, he did ask if he would be able to use conditioner and hair masks on the pup’s hair much to the nurses and Catarina’s amusement.
“We’ll convince, alpha, right my baby?” The omega cooed, removing a mitten to pepper kisses on the small hand he created. His pup offered a few stuttered purrs in response, enjoying the warmth and comfort provided by the omega. His pup thankfully did not smell of baby powder or lotion due to Magnus and his own scents taking over the puppy scent. Sandalwood, cinnamon, with hints of oolong tea and milk. A perfect combination for such a tiny baby that needed a nestmate.
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“The meat will be good for his milk teeth, even if he’s not a prime alpha, he still has your blood,” Alec gently scolded, ignoring the alpha’s worried protests despite the omega sitting in his lap. Because Prime Alphas were a bit more primitive compared to the new generation of Alphas, their mate sitting on their lap and eating from the same plate as them soothed and comforted them for some unknown reason. The omega continued to cut a small piece of steak before lifting himself slightly to offer it to his pup, who was seated in his highchair.
Normally, other pups would still be heavily reliant on the parent that birthed them at this age, but with Magnus’s Prime status, the omega pup was slightly advanced at his age. His pup developed two small milk teeth on both the top and the bottom of his gums, at 2 months old to be exact, to be able to handle soft proteins while still relying on his mama’s milk for his main source of nourishment, while other normal pups would completely skip the milk teeth phase and instead begin to grow their baby teeth at the age of 7 months. Rafael stared at his mama, eyes wide and trusting before accepting the piece of meat. “At least let me warm it so it is fully cooked. How can you be sure he won’t get sick?” His alpha worried, hardly glancing at his omega due to his sole focus on his pup potentially having a negative reaction. Said omega only glared over his shoulder before placing another piece into his baby’s hand instead. “Your father had you eating 2 ounces at his age, a few pieces will not hurt him.” His omega scolded, sitting back down after ensuring his pup wasn’t going to choke. Secretly he worried for his pup too, but his pup was of strong blood, the omega would remind himself comfortingly.
The pup in question was locked in a one-sided staring contest with his father, blinking in rapid succession before dropping the meat in his hand to instead reach for his father. Alec smiled at his pup, reaching for him to pass him off to his true destination. “Tell mama you are a baby, you don’t need protein. No, no you don’t need to be eating proteins,” His alpha cooed, eyes soft with all the love in the world. Their pup’s eye color had finally settled, revealing itself to be of his alpha father. 8 months of carrying a 9 pound pup and all he received was a pup that was his stupid alpha’s twin, Alec sulked one time, secretly overjoyed. All the more reason for them to have a second pup, he deserved his own twin as well.
His pup squealed in joy, fist hitting his alpha father in the chin as his small feet kicked as well. Magnus smiled twice as largely in response, pulling the pup in to be able to rotate between peppering kisses over the small face to gently nibbling on the pups cheeks as well. The omega meanwhile shifted in the alpha’s lap, biting his own lip as he watched his pup and husband. Stupid alpha wanted to wait a year before having a second child and expected him to be able to keep up with their agreement when he was blessed with scenes such as the one in front of him.
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Another aspect of having pups with a prime alpha that Alec considers the best is their ability to sleep through the night as soon as they are outside the womb. The omega would gladly deal with the ache of being filled to the brim at 7 pm as many times as he had to if it meant his pup would continue to have a large dinner and sleep until 6 am the next day. Another instinct brought from the more primitive ages.
“Why’d you feed our pup meat today for the first time? Our poor pup is practically in a food coma,” Magnus playfully whined, stepping into the living room once again, having placed their pup to sleep in their nest and having changed into sleep pants. Their pup preferred skin to skin contact when he was ready to fall asleep for the night, another thing that the omega thanked his pup for. If his pup continued, the omega would need to purchase his pup a large amount of Christmas gifts.
The omega didn’t answer, only smiling up at his alpha softly from his place on the couch, watching as the alpha sat beside him. They sat in comfortable silence, a bronze hand grasping onto a paler hand, his thumb stroking pale knuckles. “4 months,” The alpha sighed contentedly, bringing the pale hand up to press a gentle kiss. The omega hummed in response, smiling at the alpha while facing him. His alpha had no idea, absolutely no clue, he thought gleefully.
“No. Absolutely not. We agreed to wait a year, do not look at me like that,” His alpha suddenly said, having finally noticed the innocent smile and face his omega was directing at him. “What are you talking about? I’m not making any face,” The omega protested, easily pulling his alpha back onto the couch from his attempt to escape. He was absolutely making a face, exactly the one his husband was accusing him of having as he slipped into his husband’s lap, arms making their way around strong shoulders. “Besides, you agreed to one year, I agreed to nothing,” The omega cooed, punctuating each word with a peck before truly kissing his husband, making him lean them back onto the couch. His alpha truly should have known better than to believe Alec would have waited a year before wanting another pup. The closer in age his pups were the better; why would he want almost a 2 year age gap between his children when he could have a year instead? His alpha was so empty-brained at times.
Despite his protests, the alpha’s hands found their place on his hips, holding him steady while reciprocating. “One year?” The omega asked, suddenly pulling away to sit up, pressing a hand when alpha moved to follow. He peered down at his husband, sitting directly on his lower stomach while holding onto his hands for balance. Tempting. “We can compromise,” came the slightly breathless response. Alec leaned down slightly, struggling to hide his giddiness at the sight of his husband following. “No, I’m tired,” He suddenly declared, using his vantage point to quickly dismount his husband and walk away towards their bedroom. If his alpha wanted to maintain jokes, Alec could make jokes too. He looked over his shoulder, squealing before turning back to look forward quickly, running into their bedroom when he heard footsteps following him. “No,” He laughed, narrowly managing to enter their bedroom and almost shutting the door on his alpha, being overpowered quickly and thrown over his mate’s shoulder. Their nest room was a couple doors away, but each room was insulted with pups in mind. They would be able to hear their pup if he needed them, but his pup would, thankfully, be unable to hear them.
“I gave you one pup not too long ago,” The alpha playfully growled, tossing his mate onto the bed. Despite the textbook stereotypes, Alec enjoyed this gentle playful side his alpha reserved for him and their pup. Each day his alpha proved himself to be the exact opposite of what textbooks and his own Prime Alpha sire’s teachings. Pale arms easily opened, accepting the large man to wrap him in his arms, their kissing resuming easily.
When Alec had first learned of his pup being an omega, he had been told constantly to accept as many of his pup’s kisses as he could since Alphas did not enjoy kissing much, whether it be an actual kiss or a simple kiss to the cheek. The omega would not have been able to survive, if the same was to be said about his mate. He would admit he was needy, he needed his mate’s kisses when they made love.
The omega sighed contentedly, eyes blinking languidly as he allowed his alpha access to his neck and mating point. Soft pleased sighs escaped frequently with the omega’s lack of shame, he had gone 7 months without his alpha’s touch, he deserved this the most. His mate bit down increasingly, pressing open mouth kisses to his neck before licking once more. “Did you miss me that much?” The words were spoken into his neck, thick fingers slipping into his sleep wear to stroke at his slick entrance. “Don’t tease,” The omega whined, his leg slowly drawing up before dragging itself down as he tightened his grip on his alpha. His mate was just as pent up, he rationalized, biting down the slight embarrassment that arose when his mate slipped his fingers inside to stroke at plush, gummy walls.
Alec squeaked slightly, pressing his lips in a thin line as he pushed his head into the pillows momentarily before leaning down and turning his head to instead make his pleasure known to his alpha directly. “Don’t waste time,” The omega panted softly, nails digging into bronze shoulders. Curse and bless whoever decided to make his husband so broad and big, he thought, a few loud moans that were punctuated by his leg kicking out escaping. “Fuck, fuck,” The omega breathed, withdrawing one hand to instead cover his mouth as he scrunched his eyes closed. Fuck, how was it that his alpha got better each time, he thought. His alpha was beginning to lose his composure as well, glaring at the sheets in front of him in concentration.
Even if his mate’s body was made to heal easier for this exact purpose, Magnus did not want to create negative consequences. It was easy to remind himself to have self control, but truly engaging within self control was proving to be difficult. The alpha paused in his ministrations, his glare intensifying as he scoffed, shaking his head roughly to dissuade his thoughts. He can be patient, he mentally scolded, when in reality, he proved the exact opposite by abruptly removing his fingers to instead yank the clothing off of his mate before doing the same to himself, immediately placing himself over top once again.
The omega breathlessly laughed, barely leaning up to meet his alpha’s kiss once again. Whoever made the alpha be an alpha who was a kisser during sex seriously deserved everything in the world. He would die if his alpha was not a kisser, his life and mating would have bored him to death. Instead of wrapping his arms around the alpha’s shoulders once again, the omega chose to grasp at his alpha’s shoulder in an underhanded motion, making it easier to grasp at the wide expanse of skin available. “You feel bigger,” The omega whined, panting softly into his mate, as his nails dug into the tops of his mate’s shoulders. His mate being able to slip in so quickly without much resistance was a testament to how long it had been between them. His husband did not grace him with an answer, instead reclaiming his lips possessively while caging him in.
Soft sighs escaped the paler’s lips, each captured greedily by his alpha. “One year?” His omega asked once again, smiling smugly before the pleasure overwhelmed him. “I could have lasted,” His alpha stubbornly replied, pupils blown wide due to the omega’s sounds of pleasure becoming stuttered with the force of his thrusts. He absolutely would have not been able to last a year. Whether it be this moment now or his primitive instincts begging him for another pup in 4 months time, Magnus Lightwood-Bane would not have lasted a year. No matter how many times he heard his omega, nothing would ever prepare him for the strength of the arousal he would feel in his omega’s company, the quick formation of his knot being a testament. Especially when paired with his omega dragging his nails across his back in the form of a heart.
To even the playing field once more, his husband pulled out much to his mate’s whining. With the pale skin laid out in front of him, he could not be blamed for being unable to resist leaving marks on the small waist beneath him. The alpha placed his hands on birth-widened hips, lifting his mate slightly to be able to press open-mouthed kisses and suck marks onto his mate’s skin. His omega keened, head lolling back into the pillows once more, before moving to rest his legs over top of his alpha’s shoulders as he pulled a bronze hand to place his fingers into his mouths to muffle his moans instead.
His alpha was unashamedly someone who enjoyed eating his omega out and a firm believer in leaving that aspect to be the last as “dessert”. The omega had gone bright red at that the first time they fell into bed together, unable to hide his own face due to fighting his own body’s responses as his legs kicked at the sheets, hand struggling between deciding to bury itself in his mate’s hair or pull his mate up to instead receive a knot once more. Alec often wondered how he was able to be blessed with such a willing and patient alpha. Speaking of his alpha, his mate made his way back up, trailing kisses up as he went to claim his omega’s lips once more, uncaring of his now slick fingers.
“I want a knot,” The omega whined, pouting at his husband before being flipped over. A follower to his mate’s words, Magnus pressed himself in once again, easily pulling his mate to rest on his knees, face cushioned by the bed. “I thought you were tired, hm?” The alpha asked, wiggling an arm underneath his omega to be able to grasp at the omega’s soft chest. “I’m sorry,” His omega squeaked, knuckles turning white from his grip on the sheets beside his head, a choked out moan escaping his lips. He forgot how deep he could feel his alpha, hiding his face within the sheets. Due to their mating bite, their emotions and thoughts made it so they were constantly in tune and aware of each other, subsequently making their feelings of pleasure heightened.
A pale arm reached back, easily meeting a bronze strong hand, as deep guttural sounds of pleasure filled the room. The alpha panted, squeezing his eyes shut as he shook his head to clear his thoughts. Gentle, he reminded himself, as he wrapped his other hand around his omega’s jaw, easily slipping his fingers into his omega’s mouth once again as he pressed his mate’s head back to be able to hear his sounds once more. “My Alexander, my mate,” The alpha groaned, setting a quick pace much to his omega’s enjoyment. “Alpha, alpha–Ah, fuck, harder, oh harder, harder” His wife whined, his foot kicking into the mattress quickly. His hand was spasming from the intensity of his pleasure before resuming its grip on his alpha’s arm once again.
In this moment, the young omega was reminded of the first time he had received a knot from his husband. The only difference between now and then was the sobs of pleasure he once muffled were no longer hidden in sheets. His alpha’s climax immediately followed his own, their breathing remaining in sync. The omega only raised his head to give his alpha instructions. “Two more hours, then I want a 15 minute shower, and to be in our nest with my pup.” The omega ordered, receiving a nip to his mating bite. Let it be known: In the Lightwood-Bane household, whatever Alexander Lightwood-Bane wanted, he would receive.