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Kei sighs, exhausted after several long hours of teaching children and even signing a few autographs in between for the upper class that Yuma teaches. He tosses his bag aside and steps further inside after taking his shoes off, the distant sound of Fuma’s deep voice coming from the room he streams in.
He makes his way there and peeks his head in, endeared at the sight of Fuma with his long blonde hair tied up in a messy bun as he rambles about Pokemon, as per usual when it comes to his streams. “Honey I’m home,” he grins lightly. Fuma immediately stops talking and swivels in his gaming chair to grin back at Kei, “missed you…the kids are thankfully asleep and I already made dinner so you don’t even have to worry about that.”
Kei inwardly swoons, his gaze turning fonder if possible. He steps closer, standing between Fuma’s legs and bending down to give a quick kiss on the lips. “You? Cooking? Should I be worried?” he teases.
Fuma rolls his eyes and leans in for another kiss, longer and deeper than the first. “Oh sure, this was my evil plan all along. Marry you, have our kids and then give you a slow death by poison,” he responds sarcastically causing Kei to burst into laughter that breaks off into a yawn.
Fuma shakes his head and squeezes his hip. “Go shower and get to bed…I’ll finish up here and heat you up a plate,” he murmurs softly, thumb tracing slow patterns along his side comfortingly.
Kei nods, too tired to argue about eating in the bedroom, giving one more quick kiss before shuffling out the room. He walks down the hall, briefly looking inside the nursery and allowing his heart to swell with warmth at the sight of his pups, Harua and Taki, asleep just as Fuma said. He quietly closes the door halfway before continuing his short journey to the bathroom.
He cracks the door behind him, slipping out of his sweaty tank top and sweats before pausing, looking in the mirror with pursed lips. His fingers trace over the faint stretch marks that will never go away, followed by the curve of his hips that seem to have gotten ever so slightly wider. He grimaces and quickly looks away, shedding the rest of his clothes before turning the knob for the shower.
He gets in once the water heats up enough for steam to billow out, grabbing his loofah and pouring his usual sandalwood body wash onto it. He lathers it before scrubbing at his body vigorously, glaring in distaste at his stomach and thighs. He scrubs harder and harder for what feels like hours until his fingers prune and the warmth of the water begins to cool.
He steps out and hurriedly wraps himself with a towel before gathering his dirty clothes and beelining to his and Fuma’s bedroom. He enters to see Fuma already sitting patiently on the bed, reading glasses on as his hair falls to his shoulders in soft waves.
He glances around and spots the plate of steaming food on the desk to the far left of their room, opposite to where he walks towards the dresser. He hurriedly grabs a pair of shorts and a loose shirt, slipping them on just as quickly before disposing of his dirty clothes in the basket nearby. He finally seems to relax, shoulders no longer tense as he grabs his plate of food and digs in.
The room is enveloped in relative silence, broken by the sound of Kei eating or the small noise of Fuma humming as he turns a page of his book. Kei finishes his meal after a couple of minutes, more hungry than he realized, and before he can dare make a move to put his own dirty dish away Fuma is already there grabbing it and leaving the room to do it himself.
Kei shakes his head in fond exasperation before taking that as his cue to climb into their shared bed, briefly taking the time to bookmark where Fuma left off and set it aside on their bedside table. He yawns as Fuma reenters and climbs back into the bed, muscular arms wrapping around him.
“Missed you,” the alpha grumbles, spooning the taller man. His hands knead at the flesh of Kei’s tummy with rumbling purrs, mahogany scent free and unfiltered but Kei, rather than finding comfort in it as he used to instead tenses and quickly pulls free of his alpha’s embrace. Fuma frowns but Kei simply curls up into himself, mumbling, “I’m in no mood to cuddle…,and it’s hot.”
Fuma stares, eyes narrowed into a squint at the lame excuse. For starters, Kei is usually the cuddler between the two of them despite his denial of such and secondly, the air conditioning in the room hardly has them sweating buckets further evidenced by how the omega wraps the blankets tighter around his frame.
He hesitates for a brief moment staring at Kei’s back before breaking the silence. “Are you okay…” he murmurs, knowing in his bones something is wrong but gives Kei the chance to tell him so on his own. Unfortunately he is sorely disappointed as Kei simply nods and stays quiet.
“Okay…” Fuma sighs, letting it go. Kei will surely tell him eventually….he hopes. He turns over on his side to turn off the lamp on his side of the bed before sinking back down in the mattress, prepared for a fruitless sleep as his brain conjures up various thoughts over what could be bothering his husband.
The next day is seemingly better, Kei already awake and dressed as he makes a quick breakfast with both Harua and Taki in their booster seats at the table already chewing on chopped fruit. Fuma yawns as he enters, hair mussed and framing his face haphazardly. “Morning,” he greets gruffly, kissing Kei on the cheek before doing the same with their pups.
The morning passes as it usually does, Kei making sure everyone is fed before he gathers the twins to get cleaned up, berry juice clinging to their cheeks and shirts, before relinquishing them to Fuma to take to daycare while he heads to their room to get himself ready for another long day of teaching.
He takes deep breaths as he takes off his shirt from last night and digs through the dresser for a fresh one. He can’t help but grimace when he spots his reflection from the corner of his eye, teeth gritted at the ugly marks marring his once flawless skin. He slips the shirt on before he strips out of his shorts and pulls on some joggers, exhaling in relief. He bravely spares a full glance at the mirror before moving to the closet for a baggy jacket, zipping it up all the way.
He stares at himself through the full body mirror, hardly reacting as the door opens and Fuma steps in. “You’re going to burn up in that…” the alpha states with a frown. Kei shoots him a smile and turns to face him, tone light but his eyes guarded, “I’ll be fine…I can always take it off if I get too hot at the studio. You don’t have to worry about me,” he tells his mate.
Fuma looks less than convinced but acquiesces, nodding slowly. “Very well….tell Yuma and the others I said hello, I feel like we’re seeing our packmates less and less,” he sighs. Kei nods as well, brows furrowing. “You’re right…just yesterday it’s like Yuma is avoiding Nicholas and you know how those two are, they like to keep their problems to themselves..” he sighs in slight frustration.
“Maybe it has to do with Yuma helping Nicholas with his heat? I mean….fucking your packmate and best friend is bound to be awkward afterwards. It’ll pass and they’ll go back to flirting and being menaces soon enough,” Fuma shrugs.
Kei hums in light agreement because surely there’s nothing else that could be wrong between the pair, they’re far too close for that. And if push comes to shove him and Fuma are ready to step in as the pack’s leaders to resolve the situation. Kei gets broken out of his thoughts by Fuma wrapping his arms around him, having gotten close without the omega realizing, leaning in to brush his nose against the scent gland on his neck.
“Do you have to go to work….I don’t have any streams planned….the pups are gone…” he whispers, fingers moving to splay over his stomach under his clothes. Kei nearly whimpers but the feel of Fuma’s thumb briefly stroking one of his stretch marks has him jerking back with a snarl formed, ready to snap.
Fuma freezes, hand outstretched and eyes wide by the sudden action. “Kei..?” he questions, voice measured as if Kei is a startled animal backed into a corner. “I…I really have to go, I’m sorry.” Kei chokes out, quick to dash past him and out the room, grabbing his phone on the way out. He hurriedly puts on his shoes, ignoring the footsteps following after him and Fuma’s concerned voice telling him to wait. He opens the front door and all but darts to the car, getting in and making quick work of backing out of the driveway onto the road.
The drive to the studio is quick, hardly more than twenty minutes, and he goes to his usual parking spot. He slips out of the car and makes sure to lock the doors. He forces a beaming smile on his face as he enters, dutifully ignoring the flirtatious comments he gets from both mothers and fathers there to sign their kids up or to drop them off.
Luckily his savior comes in the form of a freckled blonde, the cheerful omega linking arms with him. “Sorry but our mama here is a taken man so if you may excuse us,” Felix sniffs, nose upturned as he leads the elder down the hall towards the break room. Kei laughs lightly once they’re out of earshot, the duo entering the room.
“Thank you for that, seriously.” Kei sighs, going to his locker and tosses his phone in there as usual so he can give his students his undivided attention. “No problem, trust me I learned to quit being as nice when it comes to people like that,” he scoffs as he closes his locker, the silver ring on his finger glinting in the light.
“Ah. How are you and Jisung anyway?” Kei asks, smiling. “Oh we’re great, Jisung is on leave for his heat and usually I’d be there but Hyunjin and Minho-hyung have it handled,” he chirps brightly. Kei nods, having nothing much to say as he shuts his own locker.
Suddenly the door slams open and a scowling Nicholas enters the room followed by Yuma who looks just as disgruntled. “What’s wrong with you two?” Felix frowns, eyes darting back and forth between them. “Nothing,” the two snap in unison, glancing at each other before huffing and looking the other way.
Felix opens his mouth to press the issue but Kei shakes his head, signaling him to do otherwise. Felix presses his lips together but nods, shooting them a concerned look before slipping out the room to go to where his classroom is located. The silence is loud, Kei busying himself by fiddling with the coffee machine as Yuma and Nicholas glance at each other when the other isn’t looking, the scent patches on their necks hiding what they must be feeling.
Soon he can’t take it anymore and whirls around to look at them, eyes narrowed. “Whatever is wrong with you two is more than pure awkwardness….I don’t care for the details of what kinky shit you did during Nicholas heat but this cold war has to stop,” he hisses.
Nicholas stares at Yuma who pointedly doesn’t meet his eye. “Fine,” the alpha mutters before leaving the room swiftly, making Nicholas scoff and Kei sigh. “Before you lecture me, I genuinely don’t know what his issue is. I thought things were fine but he’s been avoiding not just me but Euijoo too….hell, I can’t get anything out of Jo either,” he laments, looking down at his hands with a scrunched nose, looking like a kicked puppy.
Kei absorbs this information, mentally adding the need to talk to Yuma and Jo separately alongside the other things he has to do. “I’ll handle it,” Kei says simply because truly, what kind of pack omega would he be if he didn’t come through for his members?
Nicholas nods silently and Kei crosses the distance to give him a brief scenting, spicy ginger enveloping the younger omega. Nicholas purrs on instinct, turning to press his nose directly against the source briefly before pulling away. “Thanks hyung…” he rasps, eyes slightly glossy from nearly getting scent drunk causing Kei to grin affectionately.
“No problem…now come on, I know for a fact the kids are eager to see their favorite teacher.” he teases, knowing all too well how the students perk up at seeing the pretty man. Nicholas scrunches his nose up and scoffs, “perhaps they can put that enthusiasm into learning.” he retorts, heading for the door and slipping out.
Kei laughs and goes to follow but pauses, remembering the jacket he has on. He bites down on his lip, insecurities flooding in about how his body isn’t the same as it used to, how there are prettier instructors in this facility, how disgusting he looks now after birthing his precious pups. He gulps and feels the sweat already forming, debating whether he should shove those feelings down and take the jacket off or push forward.
His fingers reach for the zipper, trembling slightly but the door swings open again and Nicholas blinks owlishly at him. “What’s the hold up? Most of the class is already here,” he says. Kei shakes his head, hand falling to his side as he smiles weakly at the beautiful omega. “Sorry, just got lost in thought for a second…let’s go,” he responds, passing the, now, pink-haired man.
Nicholas frowns and narrows his eyes, unconvinced, before slipping his phone from his pocket to shoot a quick text to his pack alpha before following. If Kei can be there for him in regards to whatever issue Yuma is hiding then he can at least try to do the same. He nods, feeling better and enters the room where Kei is already engaging with the students, laughing boisterously and grinning despite the sweat forming at his temple and making the hair near the nape of his neck begin to curl slightly.
The hours pass by with them teaching their first class, grins on their faces and energy high. Nicholas exhales when the last student for the morning leaves and he eyes how Kei is wiping sweat from his forehead, jacket still on his tall frame. “You know you can take the jacket off right?” Nicholas says, frowning.
Kei pants, taking the time to chug his water rather than answer the question. He grimaces when he finishes the water bottle in one go, walking to dispose of the plastic in the recycling bin near the door before responding. “I’m fine…just been moving around a lot, that's why I’m so sweaty,” he shrugs.
Nicholas scoffs at the lame excuse. “That’s bullshit and you know it. Our first class was a bunch of third and fourth graders, hardly enough to have you sweating like you’re in the middle of a desert,” he says with a sharp glare.
“I said I’m fine, Nicholas,” Kei sighs, irritation bubbling at this line of questioning. Nicholas continues to glare, unable to let it go but the feel of his phone vibrating in his pocket captures his attention. He pulls the device out, uncaring that he is technically not supposed to have it during work hours, and reads the text with raised eyebrows.
“Seems like Euijoo signed us up for babysitting duty…guess you and Fuma have plans,” he looks at Kei slyly. Kei however just looks confused, while he may appreciate a night without the puppies this is sudden. “Well no…but I guess Fuma has a surprise at home for me,” he smiles slightly, which is ruined by Nicholas gagging in exaggeration.
“Working your way on baby number three, goodness does Fuma ever get off of you?” he shudders. Kei scowls before smiling sarcastically, “not anymore than how much Euijoo is on you.”
Nicholas winces and looks away at that, face reddening. “Whatever,” he mutters. Kei laughs and grabs the omega by the arm, leading him out the studio and to the break room. “Come, we have…” he checks the clock on the wall, “three hours before our next class and I’m starving.”
Nicholas perks up at the reminder of how long they have for a break. “Thank god,” he groans. Kei laughs again, opening his locker for his phone to check for any missed texts or calls. He checks a text from Fuma, giving him a heads up about having Euijoo pick up the twins from daycare so he doesn’t have to, followed by some cheeky flirting that has him giggling like a schoolgirl.
The door to the break room opens and the scent of chestnuts has him grimacing. “Sunwoo, you know to wear scent patches if you can’t keep a hold on yours. I’ve told you this plenty of times,” Kei growls in annoyance, facing the man.
Sunwoo, the bane of his existence, is unfazed. “You don’t wear yours so why do I have to?” he retorts with a lazy grin. Nicholas is the one to respond in his defense, eyes rolling, “because unlike you Kei has his scent on a tight leash and even then he smells far better than you.”
Kei stifles a laugh at Nicholas’ sharp tongue but Sunwoo is less than amused. “Maybe someone needs to put you on a leash, it’s clear that beta of yours doesn't know how to handle you. An alpha like—“ he starts but a growl from the table in the corner cuts him off. Yuma stands and steps forward, his expression cold. “Nevermind the fact Euijoo can handle him perfectly fine, he doesn’t need your pathetic ass when he has an alpha right here,” he says smoothly.
Nicholas stares wide eyed at Yuma but the alpha is staring straight at Sunwoo, daring him to say something further. Sunwoo looks between the two in a mix of rising annoyance and disgust but pointedly says nothing before storming out of the room. The silence is so deafening you can hear a pin drop, Nicholas continuing to stare at Yuma in disbelief.
“What the fuck—“ he starts but Yuma quickly grabs his hand and pulls him out of the room, shooting Kei a quick apologetic glance over his shoulder and then they’re gone. “Well shit,” Kei deadpans. He shakes his head and scrolls through his phone, exiting the break room and heads to the second floor where his office is.
While he may be a dance instructor he still owns the building and honestly, looking for a replacement for Sunwoo has been a long time coming. He groans as he enters the room, sinking down into the chair behind the desk while pulling up a delivery app on his phone.
He hums as he orders from his favorite spot, mind wandering. He tosses his phone aside and gets to work, mildly disappointed at having to do even more work on his supposed break. The next few hours are silent other than the clacking of his keyboard, the chimes of his phone and Riwoo popping in to drop his food off with a cheeky grin eager to gossip until Jaehyun drags him back with an order to not disturb the boss followed by Riwoo complaining that he wasn’t.
Before he knows it his day is over and he’s driving home. He smiles as he parks into the driveway, checking his phone once more and smiling wider at the picture Euijoo sent of him in his living room with the pups watching Ponyo with a blurred figure undoubtedly belonging to Nicholas passing by.
He gets out of his car and makes his way up the walkway, digging in his pockets for his keys to unlock the door. He yawns as he enters, taking his shoes off and tossing his keys in the bowl placed neatly on the small table nearby. “I’m home..!” he shouts, ears training for any noise.
Silence.
He frowns and steps further into the house before blinking blankly at the rose petals in the hallway. He raises an eyebrow, lips twitching as he holds back a grin. He walks down the hall to their bedroom and can no longer hold back the grin at the sight of Fuma in nothing but his briefs, blonde hair once again in a messy bun and an equally amused grin plastered on his face.
“You really outdid yourself,” Kei says, a laugh bubbling in his throat. Fuma waggles his eyebrows in a way that has Kei giggling, voice obnoxiously flirtatious. “Hope you had your dinner because I’m your dessert,” he croons, laughing under his breath.
Kei laughs harder and steps further into the room, standing between Fuma’s parted legs with amusement painted on his face. “Is that so?” he chuckles, taking off his jacket and grimacing at how sweat soaked his shirt is. Fuma however doesn’t mind, strong hands gripping his hips and pulling him down to straddle his thigh. “Mhm….no pups….just us,” he rasps, breathing in Kei’s scent that he allows to billow out in the comfort of his home.
Kei shivers at his tone, ready to give in to his growing arousal as Fuma runs his hands over his thighs and slips further up under his shirt, fingers trailing over his stomach. Suddenly he feels sick, flinching away from his touch and standing. “I should shower,” he mumbles. He turns to leave but a hand gripping his wrist stops him in his tracks.
“Kei,” Fuma sighs, maintaining his firm hold on the omega before letting go. “You’ve been acting like this for…for days if not weeks and I just…” he trails off, struggling to find the words. Kei’s stomach lurches with guilt and self loathing for making his alpha feel like this. “I’m sorry,” he whispers, the words thick on his tongue.
A deep sigh. “I don’t want to pressure you into sex, trust me I don’t but…can you at least tell me why? Is it because of me? Did I do something wrong or—“ Fuma questions making Kei frantically shake his head, feeling even worse.
“No! God no..!” he exclaims, turning to cup the alpha’s face gingerly, heart near breaking at the insecurity and anxiousness that mirrors his own. “You did nothing wrong and I’m sorry that I made you feel that way,” he swallows, lips quivering.
Fuma frowns and rests his hands over Kei’s, thumbs stroking his knuckles so comfortingly that the gesture nearly breaks Kei then and there. “Then why…” he trails off, anxiety slipping away to make way for confusion. Kei whimpers and pulls back to curl up, arms wrapping around himself.
“I’m disgusting,” he says meekly, unable to meet his mate’s warm gaze. Silence follows his words as Fuma processes what’s been told before he is standing and cupping Kei’s cheeks akin to the way the omega held his just minutes prior. “Baby…what…no. You’re far from disgusting what…what would make you feel that way?” he frowns, heart aching at the idea that Kei, his beautiful stunning gorgeous intelligent funny Kei has been holding this in this entire time.
Kei nearly whimpers again but answers, his voice soft, “the stretch marks….the gained weight…I’m not…I don’t look how I used to…” he trails off with a helpless shrug, feeling silly once the words are spoken aloud. Deep down, he knows Fuma loves him for more than his appearance, he knows this better than anything else. And yet….
He sighs, looking down sheepishly. “You must think I’m foolish…I mean logically I know you love me as I love you and my looks don’t matter but when I look in the mirror I just…” he sighs again, words fading out. Fuma is silent, patient as the omega voices his insecurities. “Baby…” the alpha begins before sighing, stepping back.
Kei blinks, mourning the loss of his comfort and mildly confused at the sudden change in attitude. Before he can question Fuma’s switch of demeanor the alpha gestures to the door, “go shower first before we talk further, I’ll wait here for you.”
Kei blinks dumbly at the order before nodding slowly, subtly sniffing himself and inwardly grimaces. He heads for the door, shooting a look over his shoulder before leaving the room and darts down the hall to the bathroom. He strips out of his nasty sweat soaked clothes and hops into the shower, staring at the tiles as he scrubs at his skin roughly. His mind whirls with various thoughts and scenarios, wondering what more Fuma could possibly have to say to him.
He sighs, rinsing himself off and steps out of the shower. He pointedly ignores his reflection in the mirror, making quick work to wrap a towel around his body and step back out into the hall so as to not keep his mate waiting. He gulps as he stands just paces away from the bedroom before steeling his nerves and entering. Fuma is still there, sitting on the edge of the bed with phone in hand. The alpha looks up when he enters, tossing the device aside without a care.
“Come here…” Fuma says, holding out his hand. Kei swallows but takes his hand, fingers interlocking allowing the younger man to pull him closer. He nearly stumbles but Fuma, like always, is there to catch him. The alpha, his alpha, holds him steady and Kei nervously grips the towel with his free hand in fear of it slipping.
“I’m sorry,” Fuma begins, holding a hand up when Kei goes to protest. “I mean it. I’m sorry it took me this long to notice or say anything….I’m sorry if I didn’t make you feel desired….god I’m bad at this, just sounds like I’m talking about myself somehow but I truly…I truly am sorry Love….and I will continue to apologize and find ways to make it up to you however way I can.” he finishes, looking up at Kei so earnestly it has the omega’s knees feel weak.
“Fuma…” Kei breathed out at a loss for words, his hand that was gripping the towel moving to cup the alpha’s cheek and tilt his head upwards in order to meet him halfway for a kiss. The kiss is passionate, Kei pouring in every ounce of love he has for his mate and he is certain Fuma is doing the same.
The kiss soon turns more heated, Kei’s towel losing the battle and sliding down to the floor leaving him exposed. The omega gasps and goes to pull away, shy, but Fuma keeps him close. “You’re beautiful…” he says, voice husky with a mixture of lust and love. Kei can feel the tears prick the corner of his eyes as Fuma leans forward to press a light kiss to his stomach, gazing up at him adoringly.
“So stunning…beautiful…amazing….brilliant…” the alpha purrs, each word punctuated by a kiss. Kei shivers as the alpha suddenly pulls him down and rolls them over so Kei is flat on his back in their bed. “We don’t have to do anything…we can stop at any time but…can I show you how much I adore you?” he whispers against the omega’s lips, idly stroking his waist with a sheepish smile on his face in contrast to the want in his eyes.
Kei’s breath hitches and he finds himself nodding, not trusting his voice. Unluckily for him that’s not enough, Fuma shaking his head. “Use your words Baby,” he gruffs out. Kei whines instinctively at the command, “yes…fuck yes Fuma gods—“ he chokes out, head spinning as the scent of the alpha’s arousal floods his senses.
His words are broken by Fuma letting out a pleased growl, closing the short distance to kiss Kei hungrily. The alpha digs his nails into the omega’s thighs, his grip sure to leave marks as he dominates the kiss. Kei can do nothing more than moan, gasping into Fuma’s mouth as the alpha rocks his hips forward, cock straining against his briefs.
Fuma growls and breaks the kiss, eyes blown wide and lips swollen. He looks down at Kei with unadulterated desire, bending down to kiss his neck tenderly. He laps at the scent gland, groaning at the burst of spiced ginger flowing out straight from the source. He trails his kisses further down to the omega’s collarbones, nipping here and there leaving love bites.
“Fuma-san…” Kei moans, fingers tangling in his long blonde strands as the alpha hums and moves to his chest, sucking on one of his nipples while tweaking the other with deft fingers. He gasps at the sharp sensation of Fuma biting him before he soothes the painful sting with his tongue, glancing up at the elder. “Feels good?” he asks, well aware of the answer considering the amount of slick dripping from Kei’s pussy.
Kei glares at the rhetorical question, opening his mouth to respond but Fuma doesn’t give him a chance as he slides his hand down to sink two fingers in his wet cunt. “Oh..!” he gasps out, giving a painful tug to Fuma’s hair. The alpha grunts but remains laser focused, pumping his fingers slowly as though they have all the time in the world. “That’s it Baby…so wet for me…gonna give you what you need and more,” he growls as he scissors his fingers and curls them.
Kei sobs in pleasure, a wave of slick gushing out of him and making a further mess of his alpha’s hand. A hand on his cheek gains his attention and he moves his gaze from the ceiling to Fuma, maintaining eye contact as the alpha takes him apart. Soon he is hardly able to form any thoughts, a third finger joining the other two as a mantra of Fuma’s name leaves his lips in a breathy tone.
“So good for me…spread out like this. I’m so lucky, fuck…you don’t even understand Darling…” he groans, cock neglected and throbbing between his legs but he ignores it in favor of pleasing his omega, making sure he knows he is loved and desired. He crooks his fingers making Kei see stars as fire pools low in his belly. “So close…Fuma…Fuma…alpha please I—“ he babbles incoherently, hips bucking as he gets closer and closer to the edge.
“Come on baby, let go for me darling…such a lovely thing for his alpha hm? Gonna coat my fingers in your cum, yeah? Fuck…that’s it…” Fum rasps, eyes trained on Kei’s face as the omega sobs, tears running down his cheeks before he arches his back and cries out Fuma’s name, his orgasm crashing over him in waves soaking the sheets and Fuma’s hand.
Fuma groans, looking down and salivating at the sight of Kei’s release coating his hand. He slips his fingers out slowly, bringing them to his mouth and suckling each finger clean with a low moan. The taste alone nearly makes him pop a knot, tongue swirling around his fingers unwilling to waste even a single drop of his omega’s juices.
Kei, meanwhile, pants heavily, his eyes glazed over and body twitching with the aftershocks. He stares as Fuma laps at the cum and slick coating his hand like a man starved, pussy clenching around nothing, aroused despite the intense orgasm he just had.
Fuma finishes cleaning himself and peppers kisses from Kei’s thighs, lavishing his stretch marks with attention and care, moving upwards to his stomach and even further until their lips connect once more. Kei mewls into the kiss, tasting himself on Fuma’s tongue. Fuma’s hand cups his cheek, taking control of the kiss before breaking it to tenderly kiss away the remaining tears streaking down Kei’s cheeks.
“Did so good Baby….tasted even better,” he coos affectionately. Kei blushes, but lets out a pleased noise as Fuma kisses along his cheeks, forehead, nose and back down to his plush lips. They kiss languidly, scents mingling together in a thick aroma of arousal that has Kei feeling lightheaded.
Fuma is the one to break the kiss once more, kissing down his body instead. He grips Kei’s hips, keeping him pressed down on the mattress before moving his attention to his inner thighs. He hums, concentrating on kissing his left thigh, nipping at the mating bite there with a grin, before doing the same to the right.
Kei sighs blissfully but squirms, desperate for Fuma’s mouth to be where he wants him the most. “Fuma…” the omega whines, his cunt glistening like the finest of jewels. Fuma shushes him, pressing one last lingering kiss to the inside of his knee before finally giving Kei the attention he wants at the moment.
He blows air teasingly against his pussy, grinning wider at how it flutters and clenches. “Alpha…” Kei whines again, toes curling. Fuma licks his lips before delving his tongue into the sloppy cunt, moaning at the taste of ginger that is so uniquely Kei it has him grinding down into the mattress just for some relief. He grips the omega’s thighs, resting his legs over his shoulders before he really starts to feast.
Kei cries out and grips the sheets, lips parted as he is overwhelmed with pleasure. Fuma laps at the slick pouring out of his pussy in rivulets, groaning at the mix of slick and cum oozing out of the omega like a waterfall. His nose brushes against the clit with each motion of his tongue making Kei gasp and grind his pussy against Fuma’s face to seek more of that friction.
Fuma is in pure bliss, uncaring that Kei’s muscular thighs squeeze his head or that his face is becoming a mess, he simply keeps his eyes closed and his mouth open, letting the omega use him for his own pleasure. Kei lets out a silent scream soon enough, his second orgasm of the night crashing down without warning, his toes curling and his vision blacking out briefly before his body goes lax.
He moans and quivers, gasping raggedly, blinking blearily and glances down to see Fuma already staring up at him, licking his lips and peppering his thighs and pussy with little kisses and light laps of his tongue, making sure every drop is savored. He stares, mostly exhausted as Fuma sits back on his heels, with a hungry look on his face.
“Tired already?” Fuma asks, eyebrow raised as he rubs the omega's thighs soothingly. Kei, being the competitive spirit that he is, frowns yet debates the question. “I can handle more,” he says with more confidence than he is feeling. Fuma tilts his head to the side, not believing him for a second but who is he to refuse the man who owns him: mind, body and soul?
He nods before hovering over the omega, kissing his neck and paying special attention to his scent gland. He holds himself up with one hand while using the other to guide his cock into the omega, the two moaning in unison once he bottoms out like a key sliding into place. Kei whimpers, overstimulated but so eager to please and unwilling to back down.
“Gonna give me one more hm? So good…so perfect,” Fuma hisses in his ear. Kei’s heart, and vagina, flutters at the praise. He moans when Fuma starts to move in slow, languid strokes, nearly pulling all the way out before sinking back in making Kei dig his nails into his broad shoulders. “God…Kei…fucking hell. So tight even after giving me two pups…at this rate I should put another in you,” he growls lowly.
The words make Kei’s eyes widen and he lets out an embarrassingly loud whine, a spurt of slick pouring out of him causing Fuma’s eyes to widen with delight. “Oh? You’d like that wouldn’t you? All pumped full…getting round with my pup once again? Yeah you do, wanna get bred like a good omega don’t you? Always so good..” he moans, pace quickening as Kei sobs and squirms.
The pleasure is too much, his pussy spasming and overstimulated. “Fuma…Fuma wait—“ he starts, gasping but Fuma grips his chin and kisses him before pulling back. “You can take one more can’t you? You asked for it after all,” he croons, tone saccharine. Kei whimpers as Fuma’s cock drags deliciously inside of him, pleasurable despite the twinge of pain.
Fuma slows his pace, shallow thrusts as he waits for the omega to answer. He looks his mate in the eye, prepared to back off but he knows Kei like the back of his hand and his eyes darken as the omega nods weakly while biting his lip.
“Good boy,” Fuma smirks before sinking his teeth into Kei’s neck and moving at a brutal pace, hips slamming against him. “Gonna give you another pup, darling. That’s what you want? Fuck..just thinking about it,” he growls as his hand presses down on Kei’s stomach.
“You were so beautiful, you still are even now. My beautiful omega…I’m so—“ he chokes out, words trailing off to a moan as Kei weakly clenches around him. “I love you darling, you’re the prettiest man in the world yeah? Gods…every inch of you…” he breathes out, fingers tracing the stretch marks on his thighs, the roundness of his hips and the softness of his belly. “So perfect…so beautiful…all mine Baby,” he moans, lips hovering close to Kei’s.
They maintain eye contact, breathing in each other's air and getting dizzy off the heady scent of arousal dousing the room. The words make Kei fall apart, tears streaming down his face as he wraps his legs around Fuma and pulls him the rest of the way down to kiss him. The kiss is messy, passionate, as they pour all their love for each other into it. They moan as they cling to each other, nails digging into the flesh of their thighs or shoulders as if they’re trying to burrow themselves into the other’s skin, the closeness they have already not being enough.
Fuma’s mind is blank as all he can chant is Kei, Kei, Kei, on repeat, hips stuttering and his knot expanding at the base of his cock prepared to lock them together. Kei sobs, the pleasure rising higher and higher until he reaches his peak and suddenly comes crashing back down.
He writhes under Fuma, voice hoarse as he screams the alpha’s name. Fuma gasps sharply as his knot finally catches and locks them together, his own climax taking over him and has him spilling ropes of cum into the omega’s gaping hole. They growl and gasp, bodies trembling and holding onto each other. “Fuck…holy fuck…” Fuma is the one to whimper this time, unashamed at a less than alpha-like sound escaping him.
They catch their breaths, Fuma’s face buried into the crook of his mate’s neck while Kei purrs in satisfaction, fingers tangling into the mussed blonde strands of his alpha. After a moment, Fuma positions them carefully so he doesn’t crush the older man, the two laying on their sides facing each other while still interlocked. Kei blushes as Fuma traces his features, finger trailing over his cheeks, nose and lips with a revered look.
“You really are beautiful Kei…” he whispers adoringly, the compliment making him blush even more. He whines in slight embarrassment, as if he didn’t just get his back blown out. “I’m serious,” Fuma says, amused by the omega’s reaction. Kei nods, reaching to grasp his hand and lace their fingers together. “I know…” he murmurs, sheepish.
“Good. And if you have any insecurities…” the alpha says, trailing off with a weak shrug. Kei nods though, understanding what he is struggling to say aloud. “I’ll be sure to be honest and come to you…though preferably without me having to get fucked within an inch of my life,” he shakes his head.
The words make Fuma burst into laughter, free hand covering his mouth before he teases with a grin, “oh but you loved it.” Kei simply hums, just as teasing, “mmm maybe…maybe not,” he shrugs. In a split second after the words leave his lips he is on his back again with Fuma hovering over him, knot loosening allowing him to pull out and ruining the sheets more as a mix of their combined release and omega slick oozes out of Kei.
“Perhaps I will need to fuck you some more…” he whispers, tone like dark velvet. Kei’s eyes widen and thankfully his saving grace comes in the sound of his phone ringing. Fuma frowns and pulls back, allowing Kei to grab the device and answer it without even checking the caller ID.
“Hello?” he answers, frowning. He glances at Fuma in confusion when there’s silence on the other line but suddenly a hoarse voice speaks up, “Kei-hyung..?”
Nicholas.
He sits up in bed, ignoring the ache of his muscles screaming in protest, his senses on full alert. “Nicholas? What’s wrong? Where are you? What happened—“ he bombards the younger omega with questions, instantly worried. Fuma is just as alert, a frown marring his features as Kei moves to put the phone on speaker.
They look alarmed when suddenly Nicholas bursts into tears, hiccuping. “I messed up really bad….Euijoo is going to hate me and so will Yuma and oh my god Jojo too—“ he gasps, undoubtedly spiraling. Fuma takes over, holding the phone. “Nicholas, it’s Fuma. Can you tell us where you are?” he asks, tone light in contrast to Nicholas’ panicked one.
“I’m at home, where else would I be?” the young omega scoffs, able to sass even when in distress. The response makes Fuma relax a bit, if he can be a smart mouth then surely the situation isn’t that bad. “Okay, mind telling us what happened..?” Fuma questions.
That seems to be a bad thing to ask because the omega whimpers into the phone, voice low, “I’m…fuck….this is all my fault,” he laments. Suddenly the pieces fall into place for Kei and his eyes narrow, from the tenseness between Nicholas and Yuma, the fact Yuma helped him with his heat and now this?
Kei takes the phone from the alpha, taking it off speaker and coos into the phone, his inner omega disgruntled at the fact he isn’t there in person to further comfort and scent a packmate in distress. “Nicholas….oh Nico….honey, you know we will support you through this right?”
Nicholas sniffs before responding, “I know…but Euijoo…” he trails off but Kei shushes him. “Euijoo is not going to hate you, he loves you and he will love this pup just like Yuma and Jo will okay? We all will,” he says assuredly, ignoring Fuma’s wide eyed look of surprise.
Nicholas swallows before answering meekly, “you sure..?” Kei nods before realizing Nicholas can’t see him, cooing, “of course. We’re pack Nico….let us support you okay? I have two pups already, I’m more than qualified,” he quips, tone light.
Nicholas laughs weakly at his words and mumbles, “okay…but don’t tell them….I want….who knows if I even want to have this kid and I’d rather they hear from me so…” he trails off nervously. Kei hums, “of course and whatever decision you make we will accept it and if they have an issue with it you know I’m more than willing to kick their asses alongside Fuma.”
Nicholas chuckles, sniffling again before speaking up, feeling a bit better from the reassurance given. “Thank you….I should go…it’s getting late and I should help Euijoo get the twins to bed…” he mutters.
Kei nods, tone soft, “of course, goodnight Nico and remember what I said, yeah?” Nicholas nods, swiftly hanging up after gruffly bidding him goodnight in return. Kei sets the phone aside and stares down at it in disbelief before turning to look at Fuma with a strained smile.
“Guess we may or may not have another member of the pack?” he sighs, laying back on the bed with a groan. Fuma joins him, arms wrapping around the tall omega. “Well like you said, we will support him whatever he decides….for now let them handle it,” he murmurs against the omega’s neck. Kei goes to speak, always one to step in and press an issue that isn’t even his, forever an overachiever but he yawns instead, exhaustion slamming into him and burrowing deep in his bones.
He sighs, accepting defeat, fatigue washing over him as he yawns again and curls up against the alpha. “Fine…if you say so….” he mumbles, eyes already slipping closed. Fuma hums and follows his example, falling asleep quickly. The omega however, despite sinking into dreamland can’t help but have lingering thoughts on how to help. In the same breadth though, that’s for Nicholas to figure out he thinks, breath evening out as he succumbs to his tiredness.
End.