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Jaehyun is pregnant.
The second the Omega wakes up and sees his Alpha’s goofy, excited face while bouncing an equally jolly Areum in his lap near their precious daughter’s crib, he knows. How can he not? The smell of Tangerine fills the bedroom so strongly that he could’ve thought they used a new fabric softener that clings on sheets and pillows for a long time.
He sits up and rubs the heels of his palms on his eyes to get rid of the sleepiness while taking a minute to himself to let it sink in. There’s another pup in his belly. Pups, maybe. They will know in a few months. This one growing inside of him should only be a couple of weeks old, mostly three. It hasn’t been long since his heat anyway. And wow, they managed to make a new baby so fast? Taeyong’s knot is just so –. The thought makes Jaehyun blush so hard he crumples the hem of his shirt in both hands before shyly looking at his little family.
Areum squirms in his papa’s arms, demanding to be put back in her tiny, private space. Which Taeyong grants right away as he wants to smother his mate too. With the baby girl safely deposited in the crib and distracted by several plush toys, Taeyong approaches the bed with a gentle, loving smile that Jaehyun knows all too well, because it’s how Taeyong looks at him everytime, ever since.
Eyes full of love and adoration and never ending loyalty.
“Someone’s got a baby bean in his tummy,” Taeyong says as he kneels before Jaehyun, gathering the latter’s hands in his to kiss both palms and wrists, marking the Omega’s scent glands. His heart thumps wildly in his chest, threatening to burst with so much happiness he cannot contain. Before him, his lover’s softly sniffling. Jaehyun must be overwhelmed. “I love you so much, Jaehyun. You, Areum…” He leans in, and buries his face on the younger man’s flat stomach. “And you, our second baby.”
Perhaps it’s the hormones quickly acting up because Jaehyun tears up at that before tugging his Alpha up so he can place a gentle kiss on Taeyong’s lips. “More babies with you…? Will you take care of me just like before?”
“Not like before.”
Jaehyun whimpers as Taeyong pulls away, but instantly melts in his mate’s embrace when Taeyong scoops him from behind.
“I’ll do it even better this time. All the food you want to eat, regular check-ups, everything you need – I can finally give them to you without worries.” A chuckle escapes Taeyong when Areum squeals in her crib as though agreeing. She’s been trying to organize her own noise barrage for days. Taeyong’s hand slips underneath Jaehyun’s shirt to caress the warm skin. Let their baby bean be familiar with him as early as now. “You smell so damn good.”
Redness spreads from Jaehyun’s face down to his chest. He playfully slaps the Alpha’s hand that is now naughtily travelling past his navel. “Not while Areum is here. Were you like this before…?” He has no idea since they only got together a month before their daughter was born.
Raising a brow, Taeyong pecks the other’s temple. “Was I turned on by your scent? Yes, I was. But you know I wouldn’t do anything that would scare you away.” He then breaks the hug, grinning at Jaehyun’s futile protests and pulls his fiancé out of the bed. “Breakfast is ready. I was so excited I made a lot while you slept. Come…” Taeyong carries Areum out of her crib again, much to the baby girl’s chagrin. She huffs yet pushes her small, pudgy face on her papa’s neck while clutching his shirt.
As they eat, just the three of them, Jaehyun mentally exclaims once again how lucky he is. Call him a broken record but he’ll never get over that fact. Finding Taeyong, being loved by Taeyong, and making a family with Taeyong equates to winning the jackpot. Sure, they have money now, all thanks to his Alpha coming from old money, but no amount can put a price to each day that Jaehyun wakes up to moments like this – sitting with his now healthy daughter, doting mate, and the bean in his belly, will not run out.
Because they wanted to keep the good news to themselves for a bit, they only announce Jaehyun’s pregnancy to their family and friends a week later. The first ones to officially know are Taeyong’s parents. They have moved out of the mansion right after Jaehyun’s heat last month because they were beyond mortified after Haseon told them they weren’t exactly quiet. She begged them not to go, not to take little Areum from her grandparents, that they could transfer to a farther room for there’s a lot to choose from, but Taeyong insisted.
Mr. Lee and his wife are so delighted by the news. Already asking when they can visit, reminding their son to take care of Jaehyun as much as he can even at work. The latter they didn’t have to tell Taeyong anymore because he’d done everything before as a clueless Alpha who took responsibility caring for an Omega he didn’t know.
About visiting, they already do that every weekend so Taeyong lets them see Jaehyun on Saturday. The young mates both know that’s not the only thing they’re coming over for, though. Sometimes, Areum stays with the oldies for a day or two because the little girl, once in the care of her grandma and grandpa, find it hard to separate from them when it’s time to go back to her papa and dada.
They call ahjumma next upon Jaehyun’s insistence. To their luck, Minjun is in the restaurant too doing god knows what. The Beta should be busy delivering parcels and documents, but leave it up to him to be there everytime like he’s got a radar when it comes to Lee Taeyong and Jeong Jaehyun. Minjun must have his ear pressed to the other side of the telephone because the second Jaehyun tells ahjumma that he’s carrying again, Minjun’s deafening howl of congratulations overtakes the old lady’s gleeful exclamation. Of course, the conversation doesn’t end without the Beta making crude jokes about Taeyong’s impressive Alpha stamina.
They hang up after promising to call ahjumma again. Specifically when Minjun’s not around.
Apart from those few significant people in their lives, the couple don’t personally call any more. Besides, during the whole week prior to announcing Jaehyun’s pregnancy, everybody at work are suspecting it due to the Omega’s stronger and more inviting scent. Although Taeyong had to indirectly confirm it with a grunt at Yujin when the latter came for a meeting and eyed the two of them meaningfully.
Speaking of Jaehyun’s scent. Compared to his first pregnancy, something about this one is different. Headier. So intoxicating it knocks Taeyong off his feet. Clouding his mind he fails to concentrate occasionally and has to force himself to get away from his clueless secretary with the adorable coconut hair because if he doesn’t, he will never get a single work done. Why does it affect Taeyong harder now? Is it because the baby in Jaehyun’s stomach has his blood? Does that really make any difference?
Anyway. To Taeyong, his mate’s pregnancy is both a blessing and a delicious curse. Off the bat every morning, he’s literally all over Jaehyun like a koala, kissing the younger man’s face and nearly growling when Jaehyun reminds him they’ll both be late for work if they don’t leave the bed. Jaehyun has gotten clingier too, but one would think it is Taeyong who’s experiencing hormonal changes with the way he’s craving the other’s physical presence. Whatever this means, it benefits Jaehyun and his pup because they don’t have to ask anymore when they need to be pampered. Take a deep breath and the ever reliable Alpha will be there in a blink of an eye.
Alright, so the only con of this may be Taeyong taking Areum away from her dada and caging her on the floor with soft pillows and stuffies so Taeyong can monopolize the giddy Omega with lots of hugs and kisses. Some kisses Areum can be around to witness, some kisses she has to be outside the lover’s zone to protect her innocent eyes. Don’t worry, they always have the baby monitor should she need a nappy change or more banana chunks to munch on.
On to the topic of it being a delicious curse, it’s because the Alpha’s arousal barely picks the right time and place anymore. He’s this close to setting up an appointment with a doctor specializing in erection problems. Not that him being so horny all the time is exactly an emergency! He fears that if he indeed seeks medical help and confesses the reason why his dick seems to want to please the Omega every second of the day, he’ll only get kicked pathetically to the curb. And none of his Alpha dominance and pride can save him from humiliation. So okay, Taeyong accepts his fate and resigns to one or two trips to the en suite in their office.
Damn his very beautiful Omega and the oozing sexiness Jaehyun himself isn’t even aware of. Must Taeyong suffer this alone until their baby comes out? His raging hormones could beat a teenager’s, if he’s being honest. Fortunately, Jaehyun is almost always needy too, shoving Taeyong down their bed as soon as Areum’s knocked out. By the way, the poor little baby was finally transferred to her own room. In Taeyong’s defense, it’s time for Areum to sleep on her own. Hah.
Monday comes. Another day at the company, another day of enduring the Omega’s sultry scent. Taeyong looks up from the file he’s reading and at his secretary whose desk is settled on his left. Far enough to remain professional despite their relationship, and close enough for Taeyong to easily hand Jaehyun documents that need to be brought to respective departments.
He squints, gaze sharp. An oblivious Jaehyun is busy arranging his calendar. One hand on the phone to talk to clients, another on the keyboard. It’s been a while since Jaehyun stopped needing to be trained. Such a quick and eager learner, he can be left on his own without needing assistance. Taeyong observes his mate for a while before closing the file and standing up, catching Jaehyun’s attention.
“You’ve been at it for two hours. We should go down and check on Areum for a moment,” he tells the Omega as soon as the call is over. Whoever the client is, Taeyong doesn’t know. His secretary would happily update him if it’s urgent.
Jaehyun pouts, hesitating. “What if more people call?”
Smiling, Taeyong tugs him up from his chair and wraps an arm around his waist before giving Jaehyun a deep yet short kiss. God, he really can’t get enough, can he? “Someone else will take note of them for me.” Combing the other’s coconut hair once, Taeyong leads them out and down to the first floor.
Their company has its own crèche for working parents who can’t leave their young kids at home. Even when they were still at the Lee mansion and Areum had personal nannies, they bring her to work thrice a week. Childcare professionals are there to look after babies as young as a newborn so Jaehyun has no problems entrusting them with his daughter.
When they see the couple approaching, a lady kindly opens the door for them. Though Taeyong is basically the heir, he doesn’t require special treatment. Areum can interact with other kids as long as they’re all healthy. Given the baby girl’s health history, Taeyong is strict about letting her play with anybody manifesting sickness symptoms. Even if it’s a simple cough. That’s his only request. Thankfully he’s yet to hear about a sick child in the crèche because if there is one, they are immediately given medical attention and are watched over privately.
Jaehyun’s face lights up as he picks up Areum. Since the floor is covered by soft, colorful mats, they are required to take their shoes off as long as they’re inside the play area to keep it clean. The trio sits by the corner next to a slide that is currently occupied by two toddlers. “Hey, baby. How are you? Were you having fun before dada and papa came?” She’s been given soft blocks to play with. Adjusting her jacket, Jaehyun peppers his daughter’s chubby cheeks with indulgent pecks.
“Tootie!”
“Tootie?” Jaehyun mimics, glancing at Taeyong with a giggle. “Are you saying you want some cookies? Ah, let’s see if dada has some.” After handing her over to Taeyong, Jaehyun fishes a loot bag out of his pocket and dangles it before her. “Yay! Dada got cookies for Areum. How can I forget?” Opening the bag, he gives Taeyong one expecting the Alpha to feed their daughter, and cutely scowls when Taeyong takes a big bite. “That’s not for you…”
“Is it not? I thought you were giving it to me.” Taeyong smirks and gets a new one from the bag. Areum snatches it from him. “Love, you should feed me too. Look, both of my arms are around Areum. So I can’t hold a cookie.”
“…You had no problems doing it when you stole her food.”
“I didn’t steal it. Feed me?”
Typically, if one is asking their lover to feed them, they’ll make a cute face – jut out the lower lip or bat the eyelashes annoyingly. But Taeyong is on a different scale from these people. His gaze is intense, hungry but not for a cookie, and Jaehyun can’t help the furious blush blooming on his face. Helpless under the Alpha’s sultry gaze only meant for him, Jaehyun purses his pinkish mouth and breaks a cookie in half before pushing it past Taeyong’s moist lips.
Fucking Alpha shamelessly licks the tip of his finger. Right in front of these pitiful childcare workers. Right next to these shrieking toddlers.
Jaehyun isn’t sure what’s gotten into his mate but Taeyong was not like this before. He was more reserved and controlled even after they got together. Somehow, he’s become bold and brazen like all the other Alpha. However, this is the only open interest that Jaehyun will happily welcome.
After spending fifteen minutes with their daughter, they both leave the crèche with twin kisses on Areum’s cheeks, and return to the office.
The second the door closes, Taeyong snaps the blinds shut and corners his lover against the latter’s desk, caging Jaehyun in his arms as he takes the Omega’s mouth in a desperate kiss.
Locking his arms around Taeyong’s neck, Jaehyun lets out a gasp as his mate bites down his lip and slides a tongue in his mouth, devouring him. “Nnh, wait –” Jaehyun, already breathless and vision hazy with want, glances past Taeyong’s shoulder. “What if somebody comes in?”
“I locked the door. They won’t disturb us, I promise.”
They’ve done this several times. Highly unethical, but who cares? Taeyong is the president’s son. He’s taking over few of the businesses, practically holding an equal position to his father now, so no one dares to say anything. If you see the blinds shut, stay away. As simple as that. Especially now that Jaehyun’s pregnant again and a walking bait, the Alpha is nothing but a fool for him.
Tongues swirl, breathing heavier, hands frantically copping a feel. Jaehyun mewls as Taeyong sucks a patch of skin below his chin, begging the Alpha not to leave a mark. But Taeyong feels so damn proud and smug whenever Jaehyun parades his love bites in the office, collar of his suits too short to cover the bruises Taeyong purposely left in places easily seen.
Taeyong rolls his hips again and drinks Jaehyun’s moans, their cocks painfully hard in their pants. Even though they’re free to do whatever they want, time is limited. Soon enough someone will be knocking on the door demanding Taeyong to take a look at something, to do something other than Jaehyun.
“Turn around for me, baby.”
Jaehyun bites back a moan hearing the husky order. He steals another kiss from Taeyong’s spit-coated lips and faces the desk, palms planted on it. They’ve done this before. Hanging his head low because he’s too embarrassed to watch, Jaehyun lets Taeyong carefully unzip his pants and pull it down, together with his boxers. The Omega holds his breath when he hears another sound of a zipper being opened, another piece of fabric being shoved out of the way, and whimpers as Taeyong hugs him with an arm before guiding his thick cock in between Jaehyun’s tightly pressed thighs.
“Taeyong, please–”
Turning his head to the side, Jaehyun welcomes another kiss. They don’t break free from it as Taeyong begins fucking Jaehyun’s thighs. Slowly at first, the hot length simply slipping in and out and brushing the Omega’s leaking cock, and gradually picks up the pace until they’re panting at each other’s mouth more than kissing.
Taeyong spits on his palm and pulls out to coat his cock with it again, then thrusts back in between the Omega’s quivering, smooth thighs. “Baby, I’m sorry… You’re just so… Do you even know how fucking attractive you are?” Each sentence punctuated with a snap of his hips. Taeyong’s free hand now snakes in front of Jaehyun to stroke the latter’s cock.
Thoughts incoherent, Jaehyun can only gasp and moan. His Alpha keeps whispering filthy things into his ear all the while pleasuring him. He almost cries when Taeyong thumbs the tip of his cock. One of Jaehyun’s hands flies to Taeyong’s arm, gripping. “I’m close… Please let me come…”
Seeing his younger boyfriend beg like this, face red with bliss, a low growl rumbles out of Taeyong before releasing Jaehyun’s middle to bunch up the back of his shirt and blazer to grope a nice buttock and thumb the pinkish and wrinkly hole.
Jaehyun’s body spasms, cock shooting out strings of cum. It paints the oak desk, creating trails as they slowly drip down. Sensing that his Alpha’s getting close, he reaches behind to grip Taeyong’s waist and hold him in place so he can push his ass back and massage Taeyong’s pulsating cock by himself.
“Fuck, baby–” Taeyong chokes out a moan and finally spills, viscous cum mixing with Jaehyun’s. He rides out his orgasm until nothing is left, stroking Jaehyun at the same time. They stay like that for a while, holding each other against the Omega’s stained desk trying to come down from their highs.
When Jaehyun softly whines, Taeyong slowly pulls his limp cock from between the Omega’s thighs, spreads the last bead of cum hanging on his cockslit over Jaehyun’s butt and hums as he admires the sight. “So pretty like this.”
Embarrassment dawns on Jaehyun. He quickly rips some tissue from his supply and wipes the wetness on his butt before bending over to pull up his underwear and pants, giving his Alpha a nicer view of his entrance. He then hastily removes the evidence of their activity from the desk, crumpled tissue papers thrown to the bin. Taeyong has already tucked himself in when Jaehyun turns around. Some strands of hair have escaped their gelled state and fell over Taeyong’s eyes, so Jaehyun reaches out to brush them back.
“One of these days, we’ll get in trouble…”
Mouth quirking into a tiny, handsome smile, Taeyong retrieves some wipes from his own desk and cleans their hands. Jaehyun’s blush has yet to fade, making him look younger than he is. “Only if you say a word, love.” Throwing the wipes to the same bin, Taeyong walks over to the blinds to reopen them and glares at the way the employees snap back to their cubicles. Right then, someone knocks and Taeyong unlocks the door to let them in. He goes back to his seat, Jaehyun already hiding behind the PC.
“Sir, these need to be checked by 3 o’clock.”
Taeyong’s gaze drops to the guy’s ID before he opens the first folder. “Haven’t I finished all of these yesterday?” He looks up. “Hey. Eyes on me. My secretary is not your boss.”
The man flinches and stutters out an explanation. Sweat bullets on his temple and Taeyong almost feels bad. Everybody knows Jaehyun is his mate and though he rarely exercises his dominance and power over them beyond his role in the company, Taeyong hates it when they take liberties with him. Particularly if it involves his Omega.
Slamming the folder aside, Taeyong cocks his head towards the door. “I’ll have Jaehyun send these back to you at 4.”
“But sir–”
“Look at my mate one more time like I’m not in the same room, you’ll get it by 5. And this will be escalated.” Taeyong’s tone leaves no room for protest. The employee scampers out of the office, and Taeyong ignores his Omega’s questioning look.
Just like back in Guryongpo, he’s turned extra possessive knowing Jaehyun is pregnant. He has all the right to act this way now, though. No more of that scenting to chase away admirers. Although he can still rub Peppermint all over his Omega anytime, Taeyong thinks it should be automatically understood they cannot openly gawk at Jaehyun – not when he’s here, not when he’s also vulnerable from the influence of intense Tangerine that he might forget he’s not the same physically aggressive Alpha anymore. Taeyong is unlike the many bastards that created the Alpha stereotype.
Oh, well. This pregnancy is surely changing the both of them in some ways.
As expected in the first trimester, pregnancy symptoms are the most bothersome during this period. Jaehyun’s morning sickness is so frequent that he always wakes to the churning of his stomach and bile rising up his throat. Taeyong will be in the bathroom with him in no time, rubbing his back soothingly and wiping his sweat.
At work, it doesn’t let him catch a break. Once or twice, Jaehyun excuses himself from a phone call to run to the toilet and empty his bladder. He’ll return and find Taeyong taking over his job. Guilt will pester Jaehyun momentarily before Taeyong reassures him it’s fine, he should take a rest if he wants.
Changes in his behavior, diet and appearance show up left and right. Mood swings are pretty normal so when he acts up out of nowhere, snapping at Taeyong (for breathing too loud or walking too fast) or being finicky, the Alpha will only sigh then give him space or do what he wants. Fondly, still, because Taeyong loves him dearly and would never do anything to displease Jaehyun.
His cravings are composed of the usual and some overly peculiar combinations that are vomit-inducing to non-pregnant people. Taeyong prepares an abundant amount of marinated crab in the fridge. Eggs, bacon, and bread. For dessert, Jaehyun loves eating a revolting bowl of watermelon dipped in vinegar. Taeyong literally throws up the first time he saw Jaehyun snacking on it in the middle of the night. Then as punishment for being disgusted with his new favorite food, Jaehyun makes his Alpha eat a vinegar-soaked watermelon.
Taeyong cries as he regurgitates his dinner. So much for being a macho man. But all for Jaehyun, he supposes! If his fiancé wants him to drink a tall glass of milk and soy sauce, who is he to say no? He’s just a smitten Alpha ready to defy death for the sake of love. Sigh.
In spite of the second-hand struggles, Taeyong never fails to look after his pregnant lover. While also taking care of Areum, he’s the one that does nearly all of the house chores now. Suffice to say, his attentiveness towards Jaehyun has gotten worse. Picking up the remote control for him although it’s only a foot away and Jaehyun’s stomach is not bulging yet that he cannot move, assisting him with eating, or getting dressed like he’s injured. If Jaehyun didn’t know better, he’d think Taeyong is actually their maid.
“What?” Jaehyun says as they return home from work and leave Areum in the living room to watch cartoon. “You want me to take an early leave?”
Stepping out of his work clothes, Taeyong neatly dumps his shirt in the hamper and makes a mental note to drop them off at the laundromat in the weekend. “It’ll be harder for you from this point forward, Jaehyun.”
A pout appears on the Omega’s face. Jaehyun sits on the edge of the bed as he watches Taeyong move about. “But you wanted me to work in the restaurant when I was in my second month. It’s boring here…”
Only in his boxers now, Taeyong stops before his boyfriend and cups Jaehyun’s cheeks, kissing the puckered lips. “I didn’t say you’d stop working, baby. You can continue your tasks here. I’ll have a phone delivered here so all the calls don’t have to be redirected, and conversations will come to me in real-time.”
“Still, I will be so bored without you.”
“It’s a chance for you to focus on bonding with Areum. Areum should be able to build some connection with our tiny bean, too.” Taeyong leaves to get some change of clothes. “You don’t think I’m being over the top, do you?”
Jaehyun tilts his head.
“You’re my secretary, Jaehyun. I make you run here and there to do things for me. And you shouldn’t be too stressed. I… understand that working at home will be dull, but I think it’s for the best. This way, you won’t have to worry when you feel sick or more tired than usual. When you crave something, it’s there in the fridge. And Areum will always be near you.” Chewing on his lip, Taeyong returns to bed and tips Jaehyun’s chin. “Tell me if it’s overbearing. Let’s do what you want to do–”
Jaehyun cuts him off with a shake of his head and smiles. “You’re right. I have to do this. It’s not like I will be stuck in one corner. If I get bored, I can watch something while working. Play some music, eat whatever I want whenever I want, be able to watch Areum without getting worried sick. Thank you,” he whispers, and noses on his Alpha’s shoulder. “Thank you for always thinking about me.”
Taeyong tugs his mate closer until not even a piece of hair can slip in between them. “You don’t have to thank me. It’s what I should do because I love you.”
I love you. Those three words, Taeyong always says them to him. In the morning, in the middle of the day, after work, and before sleeping. Some people say the meaning wears off if you say it frequently. But for Jaehyun, he falls even more in love with Taeyong. The Alpha doesn’t even have to say it to prove his feelings, because every action of his spells it out for Jaehyun. Everything he does is because he loves Jaehyun.
Making him take an early leave is not taking away his independence. Making him stay at home to take care of their babies is not forcing him back in the bubble of being just an Omega. No, this is Taeyong deciding what’s best for all of them.
Taeyong downs the cup of coffee and washes it in the sink before leaving it in the rack to dry. On the way to the bedroom to get his bag, he plants a kiss on Areum’s head who shouts his name, papa! Teatong! asking to be carried. They should really start correcting the little girl’s words.
He has his bag, and finds Jaehyun in the bathroom. The pregnant Omega is frowning in front of the mirror while pressing around his chest. “Love? What is it?”
“My chest hurts,” Jaehyun says and turns to the other. “Not too much, but it feels a little tender.”
“What? Let me see.” Putting his bag by the sink, uncaring if it gets wet, Taeyong approaches his boyfriend and asks him to lift his shirt. Maybe he hit himself somewhere and there’s a bruise that needs to be checked up.
But that’s not what smacks Taeyong right in the face.
Jaehyun’s chest is…plumper. Fat enough to jiggle if he bounces. It’s probably caused by the inevitable bloating, but his nipples are peaking, too. Technically, it’s still winter but it’s not even cold inside. They got a working heater. The apartment is high-end.
“I’m probably going to lactate earlier, Taeyong. My chest didn’t get round and soft until I was about to give birth to Areum.”
Unbeknownst to the Omega, Taeyong is having an internal crisis of his own. Staring at the pair of pink, hardened nipples makes his mouth go dry. His throat parched. He needs a drink. Taeyong, mindlessly, leans closer with his sight glued on Jaehyun’s tender chest. But before he does something humiliating, he pulls himself together and steps back, clearing his throat. “T-then that’s fine, right? It only hurts because you’re gonna start having milk there.” Fuck, his pants are fucking tight. “Do you want to see a doctor later?”
Jaehyun shakes his head, looking at Taeyong’s reflection weirdly. “I’m just bummed that it’s happening earlier this time.” He finally spares Taeyong some mercy by pulling his shirt down. “I’ll be fine. You should go to work now. Don’t forget to check your calendar, okay?” Missing the tent in the Alpha’s pants, Jaehyun leans in for a kiss and watches him leave their bedroom. He hears Taeyong bid goodbye to their daughter before the front door’s lock clicks.
Hmm. That’s odd. The way Taeyong reacted, is what. Freezing up for a second and then zoning out. Jaehyun couldn’t read the flicker in his eyes. Did his mate ever react the same way when he was pregnant with Areum? Jaehyun can’t even remember anymore. Figuring it’s nothing serious, he shrugs it off and scurries to his makeshift work station in Taeyong’s study to officially start the day, bringing Areum with him.
Months pass by. They have celebrated Areum’s second birthday, they go to regular check-ups to ensure that there’s nothing wrong with the baby (it’s a boy!), that Jaehyun and the little angel are both healthy. Following the experts’ advice, Taeyong and Jaehyun perform home exercises that will help the latter stay in-shape. Taeyong has finally rearranged Areum’s room to make space for Minhyung’s stuff, so he clears his Friday schedule so their family can go shop for new baby necessities.
They let Areum choose clothes for her baby brother. Like before, Taeyong teasingly drapes the onesies over Jaehyun’s protruding belly and if Minhyung kicks, it means he likes it. They both giggle at their silliness, their excitement contagious as the clerks zealously offer them more stuff.
With the help of a custodian, Taeyong gathers everything they shopped out of the elevator and into the huge apartment. He thanks him, and proceeds to store the items in Areum’s bedroom before preparing dinner for everybody.
Jaehyun inhales most of the food and leaves the cleaning to his Alpha. As soon as Taeyong is done and Areum is contentedly snacking in front of the TV watching a rerun of Pororo the Little Penguin, he gives his pregnant fiancé a nice, warm night bath.
Baby monitor nearby, Taeyong helps Jaehyun soak in the tub then sits on a stool to give the latter a foot massage. Jaehyun’s feet have gotten swollen and he constantly complains about it. This is the least Taeyong can do to alleviate some of the other’s pregnant pains.
With so much care, Taeyong’s soapy hands knead the Omega’s foot.
“I hate it,” Jaehyun moans in displeasure, pouting at Taeyong. “My boobies have never gotten this plump before. There’s something about Minhyung, I can feel it. He’s making me extra fat.”
Right. These past few months, Jaehyun has come to calling his plump chest, boobies. He said it’s easier to talk about it with a name. He’s not making it easier for Taeyong and his stubborn dick. Absentmindedly, he starts groping and pinching them while staring at the ceiling. The translucent water barely reaches his chest so Taeyong’s got a crystal clear view of his Omega playing with his own, ahem, boobies.
Once again, blood rushes south and Taeyong’s cock hardens in a minute like he’s fucking 15. He’s closer to 30 than 20, for fuck’s sake. This is all Jaehyun’s fault. Him and his chest doing these embarrassing things to Taeyong, filling his mind with thoughts he never had before.
Keeping his gaze on those wet nipples, Taeyong swallows. “Your doctor said it will not be the same with every pregnancy, love. Why do you exactly hate it?” Not wanting to drool right before his mate, Taeyong tears his gaze from the very enticing chest and focuses on massaging Jaehyun’s feet.
The Omega playfully wriggles his toes, giggling when Taeyong tickles his soles. “Because my nipples are so obvious. You don’t see it because you leave so early but when I just lounge around, they poke my shirt. Good thing I don’t need to face your clients. My chest is kind of attention-seeking…”
If the stool isn’t supporting his ass, he’d be pathetically slipping down the floor by now, face down.
“Taeyong?”
“…Yes?” His voice cracks in the slightest and Taeyong hopes his boyfriend didn’t notice.
“Can we please go to a maternity clothing store tomorrow? I want to get a bralette.”
Jaehyun screams when Taeyong finally falls off his chair, head dunking straight into the water.
Majority of the customers in the store is women. Of course. Some are accompanied by their partners who are impatiently waiting in the benches allotted for them. Taeyong frowns at that. Never will he get tired of going to places with Jaehyun. Be it shopping for personal needs, even more when it’s related to their kids. These spineless men do not deserve to be fathers.
Today, Areum is not with them. She’s spending the weekend with her grandparents being spoiled to the core. Luckily, because Jaehyun is certainly going to try these bralettes on at home and Areum doesn’t have to be there to witness his papa make a fool of himself again.
Last night, Jaehyun’s scream startled the girl so bad she cried and threw a tantrum. Taeyong was panicking while drying himself and assuring Jaehyun that everything was fine before running out of the bathroom to scoop his daughter off the floor, patting her back while shushing her and giving her food. Thank god she can already be bribed into shutting up with cookies. To avoid Jaehyun’s suspicious gaze (and keep his dick in control), Taeyong brings their baby to the bathroom and straps her in her dry, bath chair so he can continue washing up his fiancé. It worked. Jaehyun forgot his stupidity as soon as Areum asked to play with rubber duckies.
Politely approaching a clerk, Jaehyun asks where the bralettes for male Omegas are. The clerk gives them privacy while Jaehyun begins his perusal of the chest supports. Because they’re in the men’s section, the sizes are bigger and the designs are more minimalistic, which Jaehyun likes a lot.
He likes them a lot that he shows everything he chooses to Taeyong, pressing the cups over his chest and asking if they look good. As if it matters. Does it…? The bralettes will be covered anyway and –
Oh. Maybe Jaehyun wants his Alpha to see him put it on.
Jesus Christ, please do not forsake Taeyong’s perverted soul.
Well, if he can’t beat it, he should play along with it.
Taeyong picks up a bralette and hands it to Jaehyun. This one is more aesthetically pleasing. The straps and sides lacy. As he’s presented with the lacy bralette, Jaehyun’s pale face goes pink. Right then, Taeyong knows he picked the right choice. He inwardly pats his back in satisfaction.
“You think this will look good on me?” Jaehyun chews on his lower lip, shyly glancing up his Alpha.
An arm coils around his waist and touches the side of his belly. The Omega is on his seventh month now and Minhyung is certainly a big baby. Taeyong steps closer, their bodies touching, and whispers right into Jaehyun’s ear. “My opinion only matters if you’re planning to let me look at you while you’re wearing it. Will you?”
Jaehyun’s ears redden brightly. Quickly, he looks around if anyone’s watching and gulps, clutching the bralette over his belly. His Alpha’s body heat radiates, tantalizing Peppermint wafting in the air. “If you want to…”
“Show me when we get home.”
Jaehyun yelps in mortification as the Alpha slaps his buttock. Face burning, he scurries to the opposite side of the rack while Taeyong laughs, deep voice making Jaehyun feel so many things at once. Right now, he can definitely name arousal being the strongest. He pouts over the rack. “I like this one, but help me look for one that has a thicker cup.”
“Sure,” Taeyong says, casually eyeing the bralettes and finding exactly what his Omega needs. “But why do you want this?”
“Because my nipples are already leaking and I need to wear something that won’t get wet easily.”
…What?
Taeyong blinks rapidly. “What?”
While Jaehyun was pregnant with Areum, he never wore a bralette because his chest didn’t grow this big. And he wouldn’t ask Taeyong to accompany him to the store so he could buy chest supports because 1) they were saving up and he could just put a towel under his shirt to soak the discharge, 2) it was embarrassing, and 3) he didn’t produce enough milk to be able to breastfeed so getting bras was pretty much useless. So Jaehyun completely gets why Taeyong’s reacting like this.
“My boobies are leaking, Taeyong.” Jaehyun says through a whisper as though the Alpha’s a dolt. “It’s not milk yet, though. There will be milk once Minhyung’s out.” As the Alpha remains stupefied, Jaehyun snatches the second bralette and dumps the items in their mini basket. “I think five is enough. Let’s pay now.”
Robotically, Taeyong tails his fiancé to the cashier. Idle conversation among pregnant customers ensues. While his mate is engrossed in the talk, whatever it is, Taeyong replays what just happened.
Of course, he’s going to breastfeed soon. That’s literally why there’s a brand new breast pump at home. When did Jaehyun’s doctor say that again? It’s impossible that Taeyong forgot. Perhaps he was mentally preoccupied by something else. That something else being Jaehyun’s healthy chest bouncing right in front of his face, and the reality only sinks in him now.
Jaehyun will have milk in his boobies. He’s going to breastfeed Minhyung.
Taeyong is going to be in more trouble.
The couple doesn’t waste a second when they get home. Silently brimming with anticipation, Taeyong stands outside the bathroom with his arms crossed, now having changed into loose sweatpants and an oversized shirt. His mate locked him out with a soft giggle and a glint in his eyes that Taeyong knows all too well.
“Come inside now!”
Oh, he fucking will.
Taeyong schools his features into a more indifferent one before stepping inside the bathroom. He doesn’t want to appear too eager.
Yet when his eyes land on the lacy bralette now cupping Jaehyun’s chest making them look plumper than they are, Taeyong is ready to get on his knees.
“Wow,” he says softly, making the Omega look away bashfully. Taeyong stands behind Jaehyun and admires the entirety of his lover in the mirror, hands automatically finding purchase on each side of Jaehyun’s waist. “I know the purpose of wearing this is more wholesome but you’re so fucking sexy, Jaehyun.” His voice has dropped an octave lower, stirring the heat in Jaehyun’s belly. “I could eat you up right now.”
The intention behind those words go straight to Jaehyun’s groin. Pregnancy makes him so fucking horny and with just a dark, dilated look from Taeyong, his body naturally responds to it. Pulling the Alpha’s hands and making them cup his chest, Jaehyun whimpers. “Why don’t you?”
A growl claws out of Taeyong. Wetting his lips, he watches their reflection as he gives Jaehyun’s chest a tentative squeeze. He’s not expecting anything out of it, simply wanting to feel those soft little mounds in his hands but tiny, twin damps form on the greyish cloth.
Jaehyun’s breasts are leaking again, and the Omega is facing away.
“Why are you shy, baby?” Taeyong whispers, hot breath fanning on Jaehyun’s flaming ear. “Can I–”
The next words die on the tip of Taeyong’s tongue. For some reason, he’s ashamed of asking for that. It’s the first time he’s gotten turned on by the prospect of doing that. Yes, he fantasized countless times but now that it’s possible, he’s not sure if he should.
Catching the Omega’s look of curiosity, Taeyong kisses the shell of his ear before turning Jaehyun around and gently pressing him against the wall. For a sec, the Alpha checks if it’s warm before going down on his knees, shocking Jaehyun.
“You can watch on the mirror.”
There’s nothing else Jaehyun can do anyway but do what he’s told. His Alpha has tugged his boxers down and enclosed those long fingers around his stiffening cock. Head resting against the wall, Jaehyun watches as Taeyong spits on his cock before stroking just the way Jaehyun likes it.
Moans bounce against the tiled walls of the bathroom. Taeyong laps on Jaehyun’s cock from the base to the tip, not leaving a patch of skin untouched. He does this a few times before finally wrapping his lips around the younger’s tip, drawing out a louder moan. His tongue swirls around the swollen head while his hand continues pumping the length, and when Jaehyun begs him for more, Taeyong engulfs the Omega and starts properly blowing him.
Jaehyun’s moans and tight clutch on his hair spurs Taeyong into bobbing his head faster. Remembering the way Jaehyun’s bralette dampened, Taeyong grunts and shoves a hand inside his pants to desperately jerk off. He’d let the Omega fuck his mouth if Jaehyun’s big stomach isn’t on the way but for now, Taeyong is fine with this. He’s more than fucking fine with this.
“A-alpha…” Jaehyun mewls, finally taking his eyes away from the mirror. He can’t take it anymore. His body is on fire and his orgasm is fast approaching, ready to tackle him to the peak. Taeyong is humming around his cock now, shifting from sucking him off and licking around his tip. Occasionally poking his slit and lapping at the beading cum on it. For the second time, the back of Jaehyun’s head hits the wall. Eyes shut tight from pleasure, he thinks of what triggered his Alpha into going down on him.
Ever since Jaehyun voiced out concerns about his boobies, Taeyong has been acting weird. At first, Jaehyun associated it with awe. But now, he’s suspecting that his Alpha’s obscene fantasies are playing parts in Taeyong’s frequent malfunction during talks of Jaehyun’s lactating.
A thought occurs to him and then he’s suddenly coming, shooting spurts of white in Taeyong’s mouth. The Alpha takes it all, licks what landed over his lips and fervently strokes himself at the sight of a quivering Jaehyun.
“God – fuck!” Taeyong presses his face next to Jaehyun’s crotch, muffling his moans while he strokes his cock to the last drop. A tiny puddle of cum sits on the bathroom floor and Taeyong dazedly stares at it for a few seconds before tucking himself in and standing, drunk smile on his face as he playfully tugs on the strap of Jaehyun’s bralette. He then lets it go and revels in the sound it makes as it snaps against the Omega’s skin. “You always taste so good, but you taste even better pregnant with my pup.”
Words are stolen from Jaehyun as they kiss. Taeyong’s got a hand on his nape, the one he used to pump his cock and it’s strangely hot to Jaehyun. Gripping the back of Taeyong’s shirt, he cranes his neck so he can taste more of that mouth stained with his release. His swollen stomach keeps them from clutching to each other properly, and Jaehyun momentarily gets frustrated at Minhyung for taking too long to come out.
Less than two months and maybe, Jaehyun can share some of his baby’s food to his pervy Alpha.
For the meantime, they break the kiss breathlessly, Taeyong peppering his face with wet smooches before thoroughly cleaning him. Leaving the bathroom – with Jaehyun still wearing the soiled bralette, they cuddle in the Omega’s newly made nest in bed. Taeyong’s low crooning as well as the sex afterglow lull Jaehyun to sleep.
Minhyung’s birth finally comes.
Jaehyun doesn’t go into labor because he’s already scheduled for a C-section. The whole family stays in the hospital to be with Jaehyun before he’s wheeled to the delivery room, wishing him luck and for Minhyung to be born healthy. When it’s time to cut him open, Taeyong comes with him to hold his hand even through unconsciousness.
Tears spring to the Alpha’s eyes as his baby boy is taken out of Jaehyun. Minhyung weighs more than Areum when she was born. Probably because Minhyung is fortunate to receive more than her and although it’s been two years, Taeyong feels sorry for his little girl.
His guilt is soon washed away when the doctor grants him the opportunity of cutting the umbilical cord. Regardless of the times Jaehyun gets pregnant and gives birth, seeing him deliver his children overwhelms the Alpha to the point of tears. Congratulations are sent to his way and he’s the first one to carry Minhyung while Jaehyun is being patched up. Later, the baby will be given to his dada so they can share their first skin to skin contact.
And the moment it happens, Jaehyun breaks down into quiet sobs. He holds Minhyung carefully, still scared he’d drop his baby even after having enough practice with Areum. The family coos as Areum leans in to kiss her baby brother’s head.
Because they have to stay in the hospital for two to three days, Haseon and Mr. Lee volunteer to take care of Areum while Taeyong watches over Jaehyun and their baby boy.
Taeyong takes a lot of pictures and sends them to Minjun. Not a minute later, an influx of indecipherable texts are sent to him, most of them just full of crying emojis. The last one is a photo of him and ahjumma sobbing together.
On the second day, Yujin visits them. Luck must be on her side because she chose to drop by when it’s time for Jaehyun to bond with Minhyung again.
Handing another apple for Taeyong to slice and feed Jaehyun, she huffs at the – honestly beautiful – sight she’s witnessing. She’s not one to feel inclined having children of her own but their cute sleeping faces are powerful enough to tug at her icy heart.
“Uh. Another child. Look at you, Taeyong. Running away from me because you didn’t want to get married. And now you’re father of two. The unfunny thing about it is you actually wanted to be a dad.”
Jaehyun eyes the elegant woman sitting on his right and opens his mouth for the tiny slice of apple. “Why don’t you start your own family with Minjun if you’re so jealous?” On his chest, Minhyung sleepily rubs his cheek on the exposed skin.
“Who said I was jealous?” But in spite of the scowl on her pretty face, Yujin faint blush gives her thoughts away. She huffily crosses her arms and raises her chin arrogantly. “And that damn Beta refuses to leave Guryongpo-ri for me. How the hell am I gonna–”
Taeyong tuts, sending her a warning look. “Language, Yujin. My baby might hear you.”
“Minhyung was literally born yesterday.” Fixing the designer bag on her lap, she raises a brow at the couple. “Continue doing this and I might disappoint my parents again. This time by marrying a penniless Beta.”
The mates exchange looks. Hiding his amusement with a cough, Taeyong feeds Jaehyun another slice of apple. “I thought you’d rather buy a kid from a struggling mother than damage your body?”
Alpha women are rare, and the chance of conceiving is even rarer. And for some reason, bearing children is tough for them. In some cases, giving birth cost Alpha women their lives.
Jaehyun gasps, clear horror in his eyes. “Don’t buy other people’s kids. If you want, you can adopt abandoned babies and you don’t have to get married to do that. You’re rich enough to provide for them by yourself.”
Han Yujin is quiet, unkind gaze appraising the scene before her. Then she’s getting off her seat and pressing kissed fingers on Minhyung’s clothed bum. “People change their minds all the time,” she tells Taeyong, before bidding them goodbye.
The Omega processes her words for a minute and tells Taeyong to warn Minjun. Han Yujin brings storms to people’s lives. No doubt she’s going to brave through it with the Beta, but still.
Taeyong is rummaging his bag for his phone when Minhyung wakes up crying. He sends Minjun a quick, vague text and turns around, about to help Jaehyun calm their baby.
He realizes right away that he’s unneeded. Jaehyun has tugged his gown low enough to pop a boobie and offer his perky teat to Minhyung who eagerly drinks his dada’s milk. Rooted in his spot, Taeyong cannot look away even if he wants to. For the record, he also thinks this is very beautiful, alright. Such a perfect moment to capture and immortalize. Years later they will all look at this and reminisce with their teenage kids.
Jaehyun looks away from his son. His nipple hurts but he bears with it because he’ll get used to it. It’s only sore at first. When they get home, he will start using the breast pumps to store milk for Minhyung for when he’s too sore to feed him directly.
However, he will endure it today if it means seeing his Alpha turning stupid everytime he breastfeeds. If Jaehyun could, he’d leave the bed to ask for a basin to catch Taeyong’s drool. It’s painfully obvious what his fiancé wants and wishes to do, and Jaehyun wonders what’s stopping him from asking. Well, he can’t give it today so it’s fine that Taeyong is trying to keep his urges at bay.
When Minhyung lets go and leaves a droplet of milk on Jaehyun’s teat, the Omega lets out a bark of laughter as Taeyong runs out of the room with another evident boner, most likely to wank quickly in the toilet.
Jaehyun sighs. His Alpha is both pitiful and funny. He falls in love even more.
Somewhere in the hospital, in a secluded toilet by the end of the floor….
The door to the last cubicle slams close and Taeyong snaps the lock shut before hastily shoving his pants down. Clutching his aching cock in a familiar, tight grip makes him hiss, forehead resting against the arm pressed on the wall over the toilet tank.
This is hell, he thinks as he tugs on the borderline painful hard-on he’s suddenly sporting just from seeing that little drop of milk hanging on his boyfriend’s nipple. While stroking himself in that lonely and cold cubicle, Taeyong laments the last month and the oncoming ones. Sex will be so rare between them, he knows, because they’re going to be focusing on the baby and physical desires will be the last thing in their minds.
It’s fine – that’s what he mentally chants, hoping he believes it the more it echoes as he nears his orgasm only three minutes into rushing in his pathetic hideout, head clouded with pictures of his beautiful Omega bouncing on his lap, riding him hard as he takes each leaking teat in his mouth one at a time.
Taeyong doesn’t hold back from moaning out Jaehyun’s name when he shoots his load into the thankfully clean bowl. He just stands there for a whole minute deciding whether or not he should hate himself for being like this when he used to pride himself for his magnificent self-control, and pushes himself off the wall irritatedly.
His hand is a mess. Sticky from his own mortifyingly quick spend. Ripping some tissue from the dispenser, he gets rid of the fluid then pulls up his pants before exiting the cubicle.
There’s someone washing their hands by the sink and eyeing him shamelessly in the mirror. Obviously an Omega judging from the tinier built and the softer scent. Taeyong keeps his gaze down as he thoroughly scrubs his hands clean under the tap and proceeds to shove them beneath the automatic dryer.
He’s not sure how long the boy has been inside but it’s more likely than not that they heard Taeyong jerking himself off there. He wasn’t exactly mute.
“Hi,”
Goddamn. Are hospitals the new clubs? Hook-ups could happen anywhere but really? Hospitals? Taeyong sighs, tugs on his collar before turning around with now dry hands in his pockets. “Please don’t report me for masturbating. Thank you.”
He’s just going to end it there but the Omega, clearly attracted with him if that furious blush is anything to go by, blocks his path with a bashful but determined posture. Taeyong gives him a once-over. The boy doesn’t look bad, a head shorter than him with long lashes and rosy mouth, but that’s it. The charm is nowhere to be found. Taeyong is not looking for it anyway.
“Um, I’m not planning to do that. But… I’m sorry, I know this is really shameless but can I have your name?”
The Alpha tilts his head, blank gaze steady. “What for?”
His apathy fascinates the boy. “M-maybe we can–”
“We can’t,” Taeyong cuts him off. “Asking someone out in a hospital toilet after hearing them masturbate is demeaning, and you shouldn’t stoop that low. Omegas already suffer from unfair scrutiny. Don’t prove them right.” He walks past the boy and opens the door, a foot already out when the nameless Omega speaks again, saying he doesn’t care.
Another deep breath. He really hates offending Omegas in any way but this is ridiculous. Taeyong does not spare the boy a pity glance as he says, “if you’re so desperate, pick someone who doesn’t wank their cock to thoughts of their mate who just gave birth. Pick un-bonded Alphas, at least.”
What the actual fuck. Maybe he should get a more obvious ring, the kind that sparks so bright it blinds everyone that thinks of hitting on him. Or wear a sign saying he’s completely taken and would rather leap off the tallest skyscraper than look at anyone other than Jaehyun.
Good grief. Seriously? Is this how the younger generation flirts nowadays? Taeyong walks briskly back to Jaehyun’s room. That bold boy doesn’t even look to be past 20. He shivers.
BUT THAT ASIDE, he’s learned his lesson. No more masturbating in public places! It’s either keep his cock in his pants or get arrested for public indecency. He’d hate to be thrown in jail before Minjun.
“Aww, baby. Nooo, why are you biting me so hard? You don’t have a tooth yet. You were just born last month!”
Minhyung blinks lazily and as though daring his dada to sue him, sucks harder on the nipple. Wincing for the nth time, Jaehyun huffs and continues gently patting the infant’s buttocks.
Pans clang in the kitchen and Areum’s senseless blabbering joins. From where he’s sitting on the couch in the living room, Jaehyun can see his mate and their daughter converse nonsensically while Taeyong arranges the dish rack. Areum rambles on and on, stitching incongruent words and the Alpha pretends they understand each other and responds to the girl with the most serious expression.
Four weeks have passed since Minhyung’s birth and Taeyong has been at home, taking over every single chore for Jaehyun needs to focus on healing, and caring for Minhyung. Don’t think that the Alpha’s not playing his part in it because he’s also up at night to watch over the baby boy and let Jaehyun get some more sleep. All heavier duties, Taeyong assumed.
Jaehyun’s workload is halted for three whole months. Meanwhile, even though Taeyong’s not going anywhere to be with Jaehyun every second of the day, he’s also ticking off tasks on the list in his study when there is time. Time’s barely there. And Jaehyun can’t thank him enough for sacrificing a lot for their family.
Taeyong sanitizes his hands before picking up Areum from her high chair and pivoting to the living room. The papa and daughter then sit on the floor, Taeyong smiling up at Jaehyun’s dreamy face. “What is it?”
“You’re perfect and I love you.”
Taeyong’s smile softens. Balancing Areum in his arm, he kneels up to plant a quick kiss on Jaehyun’s lips. “I love you more. Do you need help?”
Looking at Minhyung momentarily, Jaehyun purses his lips. “My boobies hurt already. I’d been pumping milk since this morning.” Mischief dances in the Omega’s eyes suddenly as he meets Taeyong’s. When he’s bored out of his mind, torturing his Alpha is always the best remedy. “Can you please get the cold compress?”
…Ah. Time for nursing the sore tits again, he supposes? Taeyong makes an indiscernible noise and promptly apologizes to Areum for leaving her to her toys again. Fetching the compress he prepared earlier, he comes back to Jaehyun who already put Minhyung in his cot.
“Here, he keeps sucking so hard.”
Shirt bunched up on his Omega’s chest, Taeyong asks him to recline a bit so he can relax while he applies the cold compress. All the while, he avoids Jaehyun’s gaze lest the latter sees through his obscene intentions.
Jaehyun swallows a giggle. This morning, he caught Taeyong glaring at the bottles of breast milk in the fridge, muttering under his breath. Before Jaehyun could approach and ask him, the Alpha was already gone, and the water is running loudly in the shower.
He guides Taeyong’s hand and makes him press a little harder on his left teat. “There… That feels good.”
Now, Jaehyun is a lot of things but he’s not deaf. That was a hitch of breath he heard from Taeyong.
Poor, poor Alpha. Jaehyun combs his hand through his lover’s hair and cups his nape, caressing the skin with the pad of his thumb. Until when will Taeyong torment himself for not asking? Only time will tell.
Two months later, the long wait is over.
Haseon and Mr. Lee learns how exhausted the couple is since Jaehyun’s birth so they kindly borrow Areum and Minhyung for a week. A week! Seven days-worth of rest and well-deserved break from being parents and Jaehyun is too grateful to be ashamed for eagerly packing his kids’ stuff. He’s the Omega and he’s expected to be clingier to his own children but it is Taeyong who initially hesitates before letting his parents help them.
Jaehyun makes sure to include two of his shirts in the bag so that when his babies miss him, they can just hug the shirts and be comforted by their dada’s sweet Tangerine scent.
The grandparents pick them up after dinner and the second they’re gone, Taeyong is holed up inside his study to make up for the amount of work he neglected.
Nearly an hour later, Jaehyun knocks and the door softly creaks as he pops his head in. “Busy?”
Looking up from the computer, a hand clutching his hair and the other idly playing with a pen, Taeyong’s somber countenance morphs into something warm, yet the stress is still there. “A little, but come in. I miss you.”
Jaehyun blushes as he closes the door behind him and deposits himself in the Alpha’s lap, curling up in Taeyong’s embrace. “We’re always together and you still miss me?”
“Why wouldn’t I? It’s been a while since we got this peace and quiet.” Soft kisses are peppered on Jaehyun’s face, causing him to cling tighter. “Tell me you missed me too…”
The Omega squints at his boyfriend before chuckling. “Are you whining? It doesn’t suit you. But yeah…” He kisses the corner of Taeyong’s mouth. “I missed you too.” And a lot more of you.
Taeyong’s expression smoothens after that kiss and fixes Jaehyun in his lap before looking at the open document in his computer. “Sometimes I miss our simple life in Guryongpo. Quite a few times I find myself reminiscing the days we worked at the restaurant and I came home to a nice, home-cooked dinner you made. Just eggs, crabs and vegetables most of the time but it was still good because you made it. We had one tiny bed, a worn second-hand couch, antique TV and narrow shower all packed in a box-sized apartment. You’d go to the bakery because even though your cravings were over, you loved what they sold. It’s strange but even though it was hard, I still miss it.” He looks at Jaehyun, caressing the side of his thigh. “Maybe when the kids don’t need us anymore, we could go back.”
“But our babies will always need us even as they turn 30, 40, 50.” Wrapping his arms around Taeyong’s neck, Jaehyun boops their noses. “Let’s go back soon. And…should we stay in the apartment while we’re there? Hotels are totally not my thing.” As soon as Taeyong hums his approval, Jaehyun hops off the other’s lap and closes the laptop. “Get back to it tomorrow. I wanna take a shower.”
Following his Omega’s trail, Taeyong stares at the perky butt and wonders what would happen if he asks for it tonight. Their children are away for a week and a lot of things can happen in seven days. He’d be damned if he doesn’t shoot his shot.
Without being asked, Taeyong strips the both of them. He doesn’t rush as he does so. Once Jaehyun is fully naked in front of him, his heart races and heat diffuses all throughout his body. His fiancé’s beauty is limitless and Taeyong will always be a goner. That kind of allure deserves to be worshipped.
He takes note of the red dusting Jaehyun’s cheeks and beckons his lover under the warm shower. It’s just the right temperature to rid them of the stress accumulated from the past three months. They share no words as Taeyong takes it upon himself to get the bottle of body wash, lathering the coy Omega.
Although this is Jaehyun’s idea, he can’t help the sudden shyness. He’s nervous, too. What if he was reading Taeyong wrong?
His doubts are soon washed away when Taeyong goes down and presses butterfly kisses all over his wet skin before soaping it up. Jaehyun holds on to the shower knob, scared of slipping if his legs wobble too much. The Alpha’s so quiet and he wishes to know what Taeyong is thinking of but the latter also quashes his own thoughts with every press of thin, hot lips on his body.
Taeyong brushes his lips over the scar then purposely avoids the stirring cock between Jaehyun’s legs. It twitches, begging for his attention, but he only kisses the skin around it as he covers Jaehyun’s leg with more soap. Riling up his lover is probably one of his most favorite hobbies because it gets Jaehyun begging desperately, every ounce of modesty thrown out the window.
“Taeyong…”
He gets up, only to turn Jaehyun around. Kissing down his neck and along his shoulders before lathering them. The expanse of his back until the end of his spine are patiently mapped with more kisses, until Taeyong’s mouth arrives to his ass.
Jaehyun expects the other to keep ignoring him, and gasps in surprise when Taeyong parts his cheeks and a hot tongue kittenishly laps over his needy hole. Gripping the metal handle on the wall, Jaehyun whimpers helplessly as Taeyong eats him out. Slow, teasing licks across his opening but never pushing past. Frustration fills Jaehyun but he waits because Taeyong doesn’t disappoint. They’re both aching for this.
Then the tongue disappears and he almost complains until Taeyong replaces it with two, soapy fingers. They rub his tight pucker for a moment before smoothly sliding in and Jaehyun shakily moans, his chest squished against the wall. Taeyong is humping his side in time with the push and pull of those fingers, cock stiff and hard.
“You’re so pretty, baby. I want you like this everyday. So pliant and needy for me.”
Taeyong embraces him with an arm, pulling him back from the wall. The action causes his fingers to dive deeper into Jaehyun and prod his prostate, and the outcome is so tempting that Taeyong does it again. His Omega mewls, head resting on his shoulder, eyes glazed with pure want.
Still working him open, Taeyong occupies his other hand with Jaehyun’s plump chest. He kneads them, thumbing the areola. Droplets of milk squirt out of the teat when he pinches it and before Taeyong can voice his request, Jaehyun beats him to it.
The Omega practically purrs.
“They’re yours too… Stop pulling away.”
Jaehyun isn’t certain how exactly they got to the bed but their robes are on the floor, and their still damp bodies are coiled around each other as the Alpha between his legs rolls his hips to brush their cocks languidly. The feel of Taeyong on him is electrifying and Jaehyun pulls him down for a hungry kiss, their teeth clumsily clashing at first. He sucks on the Alpha’s willing tongue and spreads his legs even wider to give Taeyong more room.
“Such a good Omega, so good for me,” Taeyong sings his praises when he severs the connection of their mouths, a thin string of spit on Jaehyun’s chin, as he kisses all over the younger’s face. He brushes the wet fringe off Jaehyun’s forehead and plants a kiss there, breaths coming out harshly when their balls touch.
Then he stops humping Jaehyun, earning a whine of protest but Taeyong simply presses a finger on his lips to keep him quiet, wordlessly ordering him to watch. His sweet kisses travel south and he’s facing Jaehyun’s chest again, not wasting a second to smother them with love. Sucks, bites, licks, Taeyong gives everything. He kisses each pointed nub before groping the mounds hard enough to squeeze out milk. His mouth latches on a nipple and drinks.
Jaehyun’s back arches off the bed, hands pulling uselessly on Taeyong’s hair. His Alpha doesn’t just love his chest. Taeyong is surely obsessed with them. Suckling his teats like a parched baby, moaning at his taste. Oh, Jaehyun is going crazy. He’s going to come just from Taeyong sucking his milk.
“Please…. Taeyong, fuck me…”
Desperate pleas fall on deaf ears. Taeyong squeezes Jaehyun’s breasts harder and greedily sucks, his hips now rutting over the mattress. If he knew it would be this titillatingly indecent, he would’ve pounced on it sooner...
Jaehyun’s tugging on his hair is painful now so he finally gives in to his mate’s begging. Reluctantly removing himself from the other’s chest, Taeyong takes the lube from the bedside drawer and squirts a dollop on his hand. He’s already prepped Jaehyun in the bathroomㅡhis natural slick more than helpful, so he just coats his cock well, stroking himself while his gaze runs up and down the younger’s lascivious state.
Once he’s slick enough, Taeyong slides his arms under Jaehyun’s legs and presses the tip of his cock on the fluttering hole, looks up at Jaehyun, and pushes in. Moans simultaneously resound in the bedroom.
Jaehyun presses the side of his face on the pillow, eyes glazed with lust. The thick cock is filling him up so good he wishes it could split him open all the time, plow and pound into him senselessly. His lips part, tongue licking the seams. He tells Taeyong just that.
To which the Alpha obediently follows, bound by Jaehyun’s spell. Taeyong’s pace is brutal off the bat. Squelches, sounds of skip slapping, and lewd moans reverberate around them. His balls slap over Jaehyun’s ass each thrust, and Taeyong watches intently as Jaehyun writhes under him, hands crumpling and tugging on the sheets.
The Omega’s breasts jiggle from the force of Taeyong’s thrusts. Their bed creaks, the headboard lightly hitting the wall, and each noise that their passionate lovemaking generates fuels their thrumming desire. Jaehyun can do nothing but moan, call for his Alpha, and curl his toes to contain the pleasure coursing through his body. When he dares look at the obscenity of Taeyong’s cock slipping in and out of him, he begins undulating his hips to meet the other’s thrusts, effectively drawing out louder moans from Taeyong.
Taeyong swears a litany and drops Jaehyun’s legs to cup his breasts once again without letting his pace falter. Every stab of his cock onto Jaehyun’s prostate makes the latter sob, tears of pleasure pooling in his eyes. It’s divine, really, and he knows they’re not leaving this bed anytime soon.
Milk drips out of Jaehyun’s nipples, lapped up by the Alpha’s tongue. Jaehyun chokes out another moan as his lover angles his hips and fucks him deeper, harder, so fucking good his mind is rendered a junk.
“Ah, ah, ah! Oh god… Please don’t stop, baby. Ooh…”
Growling, Taeyong bites down Jaehyun’s nipple and swiftly cradles him to flip their position. Now under the Omega sitting astride on his lap, Taeyong rests against the headboard and urges Jaehyun to ride him. “Fuck yourself on my cock, then.”
Jaehyun doesn’t need to be ordered twice. Hands on the headboard for support, he starts bouncing up and down his Alpha’s turgid length. Slowly at first, teasing the both of them. Flames lap up the layer of sweat on their skin. Spurred by Taeyong’s grunts, Jaehyun eventually rides the cock he loves so much the way he wants to.
His debauched expressions push Taeyong to plant his feet on the mattress before thrusting up to meet every slam of his ass. And then there’s the same, greedy mouth on his breast, sucking his milk. The Omega cries out as Taeyong slaps his jiggling boob.
Heat soon churns in their guts. Taeyong tweaks the other’s nipples, gazing up at Jaehyun as his orgasm rapidly builds up. “Can you come untouched for me, baby? Just from my cock alone?”
As though it’s the only cue he’s waiting for, Jaehyun throws his head back with a sob, ropes of cum squirting out of his cock to paint his and Taeyong’s torso. Spasming, he nearly tips from the blinding bliss but Taeyong embraces him and continues fucking his spent body until the Alpha’s crying out his name too, coming hard inside of Jaehyun.
Taeyong wasn’t planning to knot his boyfriend but it’s too late to prevent it. Plugging his Omega, he carefully lays down the exhausted man sideways. There’s no other way as he can’t pull out of Jaehyun for a while. While waiting for their breathing to calm, Taeyong sifts his fingers through Jaehyun’s hair and lovingly scratches at the base of his skull.
His gaze falls on the bond mark. Taeyong leans in and drops a kiss on it, tickling his boyfriend. “You okay…?”
Jaehyun juts his lower lip before burying his face on Taeyong’s chest. His ass stings from the swollen knot. “Mm, but you bit my nipples so hard. My ass and my boobies are going to cry for help tomorrow.” He looks up with a half-hearted glare. “I knew you’d been wanting to drink my milk. Why didn’t you tell me?”
Taeyong is absolutely flustered. Face flushed, he thumbs the tear tracks on Jaehyun’s face and scrunches his nose in embarrassment. “I resisted. Wasn’t sure if you’d allow me to–”
“You can do anything you want to me!” Pinching his mate’s nipple to berate him, Jaehyun hides his face on Taeyong’s sweaty chest again. “But don’t drink too much. Save some for our baby…”
That, Taeyong can’t promise. He distracts Jaehyun with a mind-blowing kiss and a bowl of marinated crab tomorrow instead.
Seven days later.
“Are you sure?” Haseon transfers the phone to her other ear as she looks at the sleeping kids. They’re almost ready to go, their bags packed and waiting to be loaded in the car but apparently, they can’t go back home yet.
Jaehyun is sick.
She sighs and fixes Areum’s blanket. “Oh, well. Things happen. And you’re right. We can’t let the kids go back if you think your cold’s not going away. Is Taeyong there?” Listening to the male Omega’s raspy tone, Haseon shakes her head. “As long as he’s with you, then. Tell him to pack more clothes for the kids and drop it off as soon as possible, okay? Get well soon! Your babies miss you.”
The line cuts and Jaehyun tosses his phone somewhere on the carpeted floor before grabbing a handful of Taeyong’s hair as the latter’s tongue swirls around his nipple. “You’re a demon. Our babies m-miss us – ah!”
Taeyong tugs the nub with his teeth and swipes a finger over the bead of milk, then licks it clean. “We miss them too, but I’m going to miss this so bad when they come back. Two more days, love…” He pushes each boob together and nuzzles them. “Sharing is caring, you know?”
At this point, if Taeyong doesn’t stop taking Jaehyun’s milk, there will be nothing more to share. But that’s a problem for another day!