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very quick nsfw mpreg thought for #omegaLWJseason: omega!lwj finally being allowed to ride a train alone to go visit his brother—and ends up preggie from a brief encounter on it with a handsome alpha stranger. 😩😩
I just rly like the thought of lwj, dressed all prim and proper—elegantly chaste, as befitting an omega of his breeding. yet he tightly clutches a teacup in the train's lounge car as a handsome alpha teases him about being so uptight that he stands out.
the alpha, still talking, follows lwj out of the lounge car after lwj finishes his meal. lwj bristles. "Why can't you leave me alone?" the alpha blinks, then laughs. "Little Cloud, you haven't once told me to go away! Just say so, and I will." he plays with a lock of lwj's hair.
lwj can't believe this alpha's audacity. the *nerve* of this—and he dares to give lwj a nickname like 'little cloud' when lwj refused to give his name. how inappropriate, presumptuous, arrogant— anyways he's not exactly sure how he ended up getting fucked in a dark storage car.
he's still mostly clothed; only his legs are bare. the alpha is also still dressed, his trousers pulled down to mid-thigh. if it weren't for the sounds of their two bodies meeting, then they might just look like teenagers stealing a moment together.
the alpha is still talking. he croons in lwj's ear about how soft lwj's thighs are, how lovely they look parted to receive him. in between kisses to lwj's neck, the alpha describe how wet lwj is—how hot, how tight. lwj turns away. "Stop—talking," he bites out in between thrusts.
the alpha laughs. "Why? You clench so nicely when I talk about how well you take me." as if to prove his point, he thrusts deep. lwj keens as he unexpectedly comes, legs shaking around the alpha's waist. "Beautiful," the alpha whispers as he spreads lwj wider. he doesn't stop.
lwj has never been with an alpha before, but he thinks wwx might be close from the way his pace starts stuttering. lwj's words slur. "Don't…" his body feels so tired after coming three times. "Do not…" "I won't knot you," wwx pants even as he presses impossibly close.
for a moment, it seems like wwx will break his promise. his breaths grows more desperate, and he isn't backing up. for a moment, lwj wants him to stay, wants to feel him spill inside— wwx pulls out at the last possible second. lwj makes a small protesting sound.
the noises wwx makes are borderline painful as he brings himself off. lwj flinches when he feels some of it splatter onto his thigh. "Ah-h, sorry…" wwx gasps as he clumsily wipes at lwj's thighs with a handkerchief. "It's fine," lwj says as he takes out his own handkerchief.
the clean-up is a little awkward. sex is very messy, and lwj feels like he'll never get clean. he gives a little yelp from sensitivity when wwx wipes between his legs, which earns him a chuckled, "Cute," from wwx. they are both fully dressed when they exit the storage car.
((uh, i just realized i swapped out 'the alpha' for wwx. we'll just pretend i didn't do that. lwj still doesn't know who he is))
"Guess even the most uptight of omegas can learn to have a little fun, hm?" the alpha wraps his arms around lwj's waist from behind and nibbles on his ear. lwj swats him off. "You are wrinkling my jacket."
the stranger laughs and gives lwj's bum an appreciative squeeze before they part ways. the train arrives at lwj's stop early in the morning. luckily, he's already used to early mornings, and he leaves the train freshly-washed and well-rested. lxc picks him up from the station.
"How was the train ride?" lxc asks him. lwj hums. "Uneventful." And so are the next few weeks, until one day during breakfast, lwj quickly excuses himself to go hurl in the bathroom. the lans eat very mild, balanced meals. nothing should be upsetting lwj's stomach.
"It's nothing," lwj insists blearily when a concerned lxc goes to check on him. it's not nothing, lxc later discovers, when he returns to his apartment in the evening and finds lwj sitting in the bathroom with six positive pregnancy tests on the floor.
lwj doesn't say a single word as lxc joins him on the floor. they sit together in silence for a long time. "How long?" lxc finally asks. "About four weeks," lwj answers. he hasn't looked up from the test in his hand.
so that must be right before lwj came to visit. lxc tries to think of anyone from their hometown lwj might be interested in enough to have a fling with before he left. "Is the father…" "On the train," lwj says, very curtly. lxc's brain feels like it has been hit by one.
cw: sexual assault (didn't happen, but is thought about) the first conclusion lxc jumps to is that some feral alpha accosted his little brother on the train, but—lwj's ears are red, and he looks more embarrassed than disgusted. lxc takes a deep breath. his head hurts.
"We're going to need to get you to a doctor," lxc says, suddenly feeling very tired. "And, you need to tell shufu." oh, lqr is going to be PISSED. he has been screening the alpha children of other noble families as potential spouses for lwj ever since lwj presented as an omega.