Characters/Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Pregnant!Reader
Word count: 2313
Warnings: A/B/O dynamics,smut, slight breath play, knotting (mild?), foul language, labor inducing sex, water braking, NO labor, Fluff.
This one here is my first ever a/b/o piece and I think last, and because of that I didn’t want get in the middle of the messy (but super hot) stuff. So this is about a stablished coupple who already been through all that.
This is my entry for a compìlation of 4 different challeneges first time doing that too, so I hope this makes sense.
@dr-deanA/B/O Challenge, song prompt: ‘Build me up, Buttercup’ by The Foundations.
@whywhydoyouwantmetosaymynameOrion’s 1k Celebration Challenge, movie prompt: ‘That’s your problem, Ray. Your ideal girl… is you. With tits!’ FAQ about time travel.
@babypieandwhiskeyCam’s 200 writing challenge, Prompt: ‘Can I please con to the bathroom alone.’
@impalaimaginingSmut-entine’s day kink challenge, prompts: Pregnancy and Breath play.
“That’s your problem, Ray. Your ideal girl… is you. With tits!”
Your lips move in sync with the movie and you laugh at poor Ray; Pete will never stop being an ass. You feel the slight annoyance again and that familiar pressure on the bladder. You turn off the tv, with a puff and an eye roll you get up, gently, bit by bit and walk down the hall to the bathroom, for the fourth or fifth time tonight.
The toilet lid is cold, making you shudder. Looking down at your feet, you realize you can’t see anything past that sticking-out belly button; it looks so weird and dark, and every time you cough or laugh it goes even further out.
On the way back to the bedroom you yawn, bare feet stumping against the tiled floor, sounding heavy. Hating the fact you walk like a doped duck, you stop to catch your breath.
With a sigh, you sit back on the edge of the bed and stare at the bright red light on the night stand, 2:44, carefully enough not to wake up the sleeping alpha on the other side, although he wouldn’t wake up because of you plopping down next to him.
“Would you pretend to be my boyfriend when I go home for Easter’s Holiday?” Lottie shoots as soon as their arses hit the seat, no preambles. “Nice prank,” Harry replies unenthusiastically. The girl doesn’t seem to mind his unusual harshness. She squints her eyes for two seconds, considering what he’d just said, before realising it’s April’s Fool. “Oh, no! I mean it! Seriously!”
The one with a fake relationship, soulmates meeting at the bookshop and too many twins. Harry only hopes to survive this holiday after an overwhelming avalanche of hot cross buns and secrets he’s not sure he’ll be able to keep.