Warning: ABO. An R-18 series. Mob characters may occur occasionally.
Please proceed with caution.
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It was Soraru's first time with an Omega.
Don't get this the wrong way, but Soraru had only been associated with Alphas and Betas most of the time in his life. There might be times where he would be put together with an Omega, but he never made a move on them, neither did he let them do anything to him.
And he had no idea that it could feel so different just because of their sub-gender.
The way the Omega moved his hips on his erection, begging for more friction, wanting more from him; the way the Omega melted in his arms when Soraru let out inside of him, and the way the Omega cried... Soraru couldn't get it out of his head.
The Omega, Mafumafu, was adorable. He reacted to his teasing the way Soraru wanted him to, and his body was exceptionally sensitive with each strong and long strokes Soraru did inside him, walls twitching intensely and squeezing around Soraru's erection whenever he achieved climax, making his scent even stronger than the last.
Soraru swore he didn't know what went wrong in his head last night. All he could only think of back then was to fulfill not only the Omega's sexual desires, but also his, and he had to say that they both had pretty good compatibility, considering how Mafumafu was wanting more, and how he managed to get Soraru going like that.
But Soraru also couldn't get the look of hatred on Mafumafu's face out of his head when he first found him.
The Omega was right. This was all nothing but troublesome to every Alpha, but Soraru thought that should apply to almost everyone. People would have normally just left him there after taking care of what needed to be taken care of.
But Soraru couldn't.
The entire time when he held him in his arms last night, he thought he needed to be gentle on him, that he needed to keep him away from harm. He wasn't sure why, and he wasn't sure if it was because of his Alpha's instinct. The only thing that he was sure of was that he was not going to let that Omega stay outside in the cold while he was in heat like this.
"Soraru-san, what do you think you're doing?" Mafumafu asked as he continued letting himself be pulled around by Soraru.
They went to the park where Soraru found him by the vending machine last night, and went under the children's slide to find his belongings there. There was a duffel bag which seemed to be filled with his clothes and wallet, and then there was an expensive looking, dark brown leather case. Soraru let go of Mafumafu's wrist and grabbed his bags.
"Is this all you have?" Soraru asked, wanting to make sure that he had gotten everything.
"Where did you put my case?!" Instead of answering Soraru's question, Mafumafu was worried about the leather case that Soraru held together with his duffel bag.
He was pulling at Soraru's shirt as he asked him the question over and over again. The Omega who had his eyes closed the entire time they left the hotel, was now staring at Soraru with those bright, ruby red eyes of his. They were filled with panic and even more insecurity than his encounter with Soraru.
"It's over here," Soraru said as he passed the case to Mafumafu.
Mafumafu felt the case in his hands, and after realising that it was indeed his, he quickly hugged it to his chest, holding it tightly as if he was afraid that Soraru would snatch it away from him. Soraru looked at the case and then back at the duffel bag he was still carrying.
He realised that the case was Mafumafu's everything.
Soraru picked up his wrist again and pulled him with him again. Mafumafu was still hesitant, but he didn't fight back, only leaving a distance between them as he followed behind Soraru. Soraru hated to say it, but the fact that he was submitting to him like this made Soraru feel a little happy. Just a little.
It was a strange feeling, if Soraru had to say so.
They finally reached Soraru's home, an apartment unit Soraru bought which was close to the primary school Pon and Kon go to. They exited the elevator and got off the highest floor of the building where only two apartment units existed. One belonged to Soraru, and the other belonged to his neighbour who he was a close friend with.
"Wh-Where are we...?" Mafumafu spoke up again. He had been remaining silent ever since Soraru let him hold onto the case, and Soraru didn't want to interrupt his thoughts, so he kept quiet as well.
"My place," Soraru simply said before he tapped his keycard by the door pad, and opened the door into the room.
"Why did you bri-"
"Pon, Kon," Soraru called out, ignoring Mafumafu's protests. He should have done that from the start if he didn't like Soraru's suggestion. He could have struggled a little more, pull away from Soraru, kick or punch him even.
But the Omega didn't do any of those.
"Papa?" Pon poked his head out of the kitchen. He was holding a spatula in one hand, a plate in the other.
"You're back, Papa!" Kon poked her head out too and ran towards Soraru before Pon. She had her arms stretched out wide and Soraru got down to his feet. She jumped into Soraru's opened arms and giggled.
"Ah, it's that person from yesterday," Pon pointed out as he approached Soraru and Mafumafu.
Mafumafu flinched when Pon was aware of his existence, and Soraru watched him shrink behind him as he tried to hide himself. It was futile since he had Kon in his arms, and she was starting to crawl over his shoulders to take a better look at Mafumafu.
"Are you okay, mister?" Kon asked excitedly. "You looked really cold on the ground last night, so we got worried! But thank goodness Papa went back there for you!"
"Hey, Kon... Stop doing that. You're going to fall," Soraru said with a troubled tone in his voice. His daughter was literally kicking and stepping on his hands and arms as he tried to catch her. She was a smart one to be pulling at Soraru's shirt so that he would have a harder time doing that. "You're going to scare the guest if you keep that up,"
"He doesn't seem to mind though," Kon stopped struggling and rested her tummy on Soraru's shoulder, letting her tiny body curve over it and pouted.
"Kon, you're scaring him. He's pulling at Papa's shirt so hard that he's trembling," Pon scolded.
"Ah! Kon is sorry, so please don't be afraid!" Kon started flailing her arms around again as she tried to approach Mafumafu again, and Soraru swore he almost dropped her if he didn't catch her by the ankle of her tiny foot.
Deciding that it was too dangerous to hold a high-spirited Kon, Soraru bent down and put her down on her feet under him. She hugged one of his legs and tried to take a peek at Mafumafu. And before Soraru knew, Pon already went up to Mafumafu who was still hiding behind him, and pulled at his pinkie finger, causing Mafumafu to jump in surprise.
"Come on in, we were just making breakfast," Pon said carefully.
Soraru smiled gently at how mature Pon was, and patted him lightly on the head, smoothing his messy bed hair out with his fingers. Kon went and held Mafumafu by the hem of his shirt, shocking Mafumafu again, and giggled as she found Mafumafu's reaction to everything was funny.
"You heard the kids," Soraru said. He then took off his shoes and placed it nicely at the shoe rack by the entrance. "Do you need help taking off your shoes?"
Mafumafu shook his head quietly. Soraru could see the tips of his ears turning red at how quickly Pon and Kon helped him take his shoes off after hearing Soraru ask that question. He was troubled, but Soraru thought it was not a bad thing so he let Pon and Kon do their thing.
"There's a step over here so be careful," Soraru told Mafumafu.
Pon seemed to have realised something by now, but Kon could be a little insensitive at times.
"Mister, could it be that you can't see?" asked Kon.
"Kon!" Pon hissed.
"You're right, I can't," said Mafumafu. He didn't sound like he was uncomfortable with it, and that was a relief to Soraru's ears.
"That's alright! Pon and Kon will help you to the dining room!" Kon smiled gently at Mafumafu, not fazed at the fact that he didn't have his eyesights, and helped him up the steps.
Soraru watched as the two of them walked beside Mafumafu and led him to their dining room, telling Mafumafu to sit down while they went and made an extra serving for their guest. Mafumafu did as he was told and put the case that he was holding dearly next to him under his seat. Even though Pon and Kon were really friendly to the customers they had at the bakery, they were actually really afraid of strangers.
He guessed it was because of the way he raised them. He was always telling them to be careful to not talk to people they didn't know because bad things or the likes could happen, which was true. Children were easier targets for bad men, and he didn't want anything to happen to his. It was a good thing the people around the area were friendly, making Pon and Kon feel at ease almost instantly when they first moved here.
But for the two of them to be this fond of Mafumafu upon meeting him for the first time, Soraru was genuinely surprised. It was to the extent Pon and Kon were fighting about who gets to sit next to him after they placed a bowl of rice in front of Mafumafu, which never happened before to any of the guests Soraru invited. They always insisted on sitting next to each other, but not today.
Each side of the dining table was only enough for two people, so only one of them gets the seat next to Mafumafu. Mafumafu was telling the both of them to calm down, but the two only continued bickering about their own concerns. The Omega was troubled but he gave them a tiny smile when Pon placed a bowl of miso soup on his table.
... Soraru thought he forgot how to breathe.
The smile faded from his face really quickly the moment Kon tried to climb on him and then there was Pon trying to get Kon off of him, but Soraru had already imprinted it at the back of his head. It was a really small, adorable smile where the corner of his lips lifted at a certain degree shyly.
Though it was cute, it showed Soraru loneliness. It showed him that the Omega was never given enough appreciation. Soraru didn't know what hardship had he gone through before he found him at the park, but he was sure that Mafumafu thought that everyone would judge him for his gender, and he was surprised to see that the kids didn't care about any of that.
Soraru would usually not meddle with things like this.
It was not like he didn't like the Omegas, but it was more like he didn't want his sub-gender to come in as his first instinct, to make him lose control of who he actually was. And that was what Omegas did to Alphas.
... But if it was Mafumafu, he thought he wouldn't mind losing himself.
He loved how he smelled, and frankly, he loved it even more when Mafumafu smelled like him. He wasn't even his, but here he was, thinking about all the nonsense this early in the morning with his kids still fighting over Mafumafu.
It was the first time he wanted to know more about an Omega... To be exact, about someone in particular.
What was he thinking? Was this the effect of an Omega's heat towards an Alpha?
"You're making Mafumafu feel uncomfortable, Pon, Kon," Soraru finally broke out of his trance and spoke up before he stepped into the dining room and naturally sat down next to the Omega.
"Ah! Papa took Kon's seat!" Kon puffed up her cheeks in dissatisfaction and climbed from Mafumafu's lap to Soraru's. Soraru put up his hands in defeat, and Kon landed punches in his palms angrily.
The punches were still really light, but it was definitely heavier than the last time Soraru felt her punches. It was as expected of her daughter, taking after him for his karate and judo skills. She must have been learning a lot at the dojo Soraru sends her during the weekends.
"It was not yours in the first place!" Pon frowned. He placed a bowl before Soraru, and then he frowned deeper. "That was unfair, Papa,"
"The two of you need to calm down, he's not going anywhere," Soraru put his hands under Kon's armpits and carried her up, standing up in his chair before he put her down on the chair across him.
"I'm not?" asked Mafumafu, surprised. He had been surprised over and over again ever since he walked into the house.
"He's not?" Pon and Kon said at the same time.
"You're not thinking of going back to the park, are you?"
"That was the plan," Mafumafu said.
"Don't go, Mafu-kun! You should stay!" said Kon as she stood up on her knees in her chair and leaned forward.
"You could share bedrooms with me and Kon, so if you have nowhere to go, you should just stay with us," said Pon, climbing onto his chair and picking up his chopsticks.
"The two of you shouldn't just ask a stranger you just met today to stay at your house," Mafumafu said in a stern tone.
"But you don't seem like a bad person," Pon said.
"Yep! You smell like Papa, so there's no way you're a bad guy!" Kon grinned.
The moment Kon said that, Soraru thought he almost choked on literally nothing and got into a coughing fit. Soraru peeked at Mafumafu at the corner of his eyes, and he could see that Mafumafu's cheeks were tinted red, and there was heat being radiated from him. He really does react to literally everything, doesn't he? And that just made it harder for Soraru because all he could think of was how adorable that was.
"You heard them," Soraru said and thanked Pon and Kon for the food before he started digging in. The kids did the same, putting sausages and egg on each other's bowls. Soraru clasped some vegetables for Pon and Kon, not forgetting to put some in Mafumafu's bowl too.
"It's not like I'm safe with an Alpha like you living under the same roof as me," Mafumafu said quietly, not loud enough for the kids to hear him.
"It's not like you're any safer out at the park," Soraru returned him with another strong point, which made it into a valid argument. "Eat up, Pon and Kon are waiting for you to say something about their food,"
It was true that Mafumafu might not be safe with him, but at least he was away from more possible danger.
Mafumafu carefully felt the table and then his bowl before trying to reach for the chopsticks, but it would seem to be a little too difficult for him to eat with that. Soraru picked up a spoon and put it into his hand before Mafumafu touched the chopsticks, and the Omega finally started eating slowly.
"... It's really good," Mafumafu smiled at Pon and Kon after tasting their food.
"Kon made the octopus sausages today! Pon was the one who cooked the eggs and veggies!" Kon's face brightened up the moment Mafumafu said that.
"Here, Mafu-kun, have some more," Pon put another piece of sausage on Mafumafu's bowl.
And their morning went by just like that.
Pon and Kon were cleaning up the dishes in the kitchen. Even though Soraru promised them that he was going to make them omelette rice today, he wasn't able to make it because he had a couple of things in his hands. He did tell the both of them that he was sorry, but his kids only smiled at him and told him that they could have it for lunch instead.
That didn't make the guilt go away though.
"I couldn't say this in front of the kids earlier, but I don't think I can stay," said Mafumafu, holding onto his case tightly after Soraru led him to the living room.
Mafumafu didn't want him to touch him anymore this time, so Soraru could only bring him around the house with him holding onto his shirt. It was a little inconvenient because the Omega would refuse to follow him sometimes but it was still manageable.
"Why do you say so?" Soraru asked after he had Mafumafu sit down on the couch in front of him.
"I couldn't possibly stay here as a freeloader, but I don't have any money either," Mafumafu frowned as he said that. "And the kids-"
"I'm not expecting you to stay here as a freeloader,"
"What?" Mafumafu's frown in between his brows deepened, and then his voice gradually got louder. "Are you actually planning to use me as a reliever? You have your wife or partner, don't you?! How could you possibly do that when you already have kids-"
"Are you saying that so that Pon and Kon can hear you?" Soraru snapped. No matter how badly he thought of an Alpha, Soraru thought he should at least not assume that all Alphas were the same. "I'm not making you do things like that,"
"But my heat could barely be suppressed by the suppressants, and I'm sure you know it!" Mafumafu wasn't wrong. Soraru could still smell it, and it was still strong, just not as bad as last night. "And you're only going to have a hard time. Not to mention, it could be a nuisance for your kids and neighbours-"
"That is not something to be worried about," Soraru interrupted.
"How is that-!" Mafumafu stood up from his seat, and breathed heavily as he tried to calm himself down. He was still tired from the heat, so Soraru wished he could not work himself anymore than that. "If my heat comes again, we might..."
"If you're going to need it, I'll do it for you again," said Soraru calmly.
"... That's dumb. What if I get pregnant from all of that?"
"That's why we have the birth control pills. If the suppressant doesn't work, then we'll just have to take the alternatives,"
Mafumafu couldn't fight back. Soraru wasn't sure why, but he knew the Omega wasn't going to tell him even if he asked. He let out a heavy sigh.
"You're still in heat, right? How are you feeling right now?"
"... Better,"
"If you need-"
"I don't,"
"Of course you don't," Soraru sighed. He was just about to tell him to say something if there was something that he needed, but he probably stepped over the boundaries again. "Leaving that aside, if you're concerned about the rent and food, you could forget about that,"
"How am I supposed to do that? I don't want people to be thinking that I'm living off an Alpha again so I'm afraid I'm going to have to reject your offer,"
... Living off an Alpha again?
"I'm going to have you work at my bakery," Soraru said. What did Mafumafu mean when he said that? "It won't seem like you're depending on someone if you have a job because you're technically holding yourself up with your own hands,"
"But-"
"And since you're working for my bakery, there isn't a need to pay for the rent. We'll provide food as well as your pay. We pay on a weekly basis, but I'll give you this week's worth of work first. You can get-"
"I'm sure you didn't get what I meant there," Mafumafu said, unable to tolerate what Soraru had offered.
"Whatever is it that I'm missing out, Mafumafu?"
Mafumafu visibly trembled when Soraru said his name. Come to think of it, it was the first time Soraru said it ever since they exchanged names. His face was a little red, but it would seem that he had calmed down a fair bit.
"I'm nothing but a nuisance, Soraru-san,"
Heavens, he called his name once when they were walking on the streets, but he certainly liked the sound of his name coming out from Mafumafu's lips.
"How so?" Soraru asked, quickly gaining his composure again.
"I'm blind, Soraru-san. How am I supposed to work for you like any normal human could?"
Mafumafu finally said it himself, that he was blind. Soraru didn't want to offend him or bring up any unwanted memories in the Omega, so he never mentioned anything after realising it last night. He didn't seem to want to talk about it either but Soraru never thought he would bring it up himself.
"How is that a problem?" Soraru returned Mafumafu's question with another question.
It was honestly not a nuisance for Soraru to keep him here to work for him. In fact, they always needed an extra hand but the people he hired were either fooling around, trying to flirt with him at work, or they couldn't work with Pon and Kon.
Soraru thought that Mafumafu would be the perfect person to fill in the job, especially after bringing him home with him.
Pon and Kon liked him a lot, and Mafumafu didn't seem to dislike them either. He would probably need some more time to get used to being with the kids, but other than that there wasn't any other issue. And most importantly, he seemed to hate Soraru a fair bit.
Which would also mean that there wouldn't be any romance involved between the both of them. Sure, Soraru realised that he had difficulty keeping his hands off Mafumafu because of how good he smelled, but otherwise, it was close to perfect. All he should do was to numb himself from his scent, forget about it and hold tightly onto his reins of sanity.
"We'll always be there to guide you if you need any help. All you need to do is ask when you're not sure of things. Being blind isn't a reason why I shouldn't hire you," Soraru continued.
Mafumafu went quiet after what Soraru said. He tightened his hold around his case. Soraru couldn't have guessed what he was thinking when he was looking down like that since he was unable to read his facial expressions. He waited patiently for him to give him his answer and consent to stay here and work for him.
"... Am I really allowed to stay...?" Mafumafu eventually said, timidly. His voice was so soft, Soraru could barely pick up what he was saying.
He sounded afraid, unable to trust him, but there was nowhere for him to go to either. He was cornered with limited options. Soraru had the urge to help make those feelings go away, but he didn't know how. He was never good with emotions, which always made him bad at comforting people.
"That's what we've been trying to tell you, right?" Soraru said, giving up on the thought of easing Mafumafu. He was worried that he would make it worse, and he didn't want that.
"... Am I allowed to do what I love to do?" Mafumafu finally raised his head, looking up at Soraru with those beautiful eyes of his, taking Soraru's breath away as he wasn't expecting him to do that.
Soraru knew instantly what Mafumafu wanted from that look on his face. It was a look that not everyone could possess. It was something he was most familiar with. It was a look of want; wanting freedom, wanting to make dreams come true.
Soraru reached one hand out at Mafumafu without realising it before it was too late. He placed it on his head gently at first, feeling Mafumafu jump a little at the sudden contact. Mafumafu didn't recoil from his touch though, so he carefully patted him. It was an attempt to comfort him, but he wasn't sure if it worked.
Wait, didn't he just say to himself that he wasn't going to comfort Mafumafu?
"Soraru-san...?" Mafumafu was confused at Soraru's action, but he stayed in place, letting Soraru do what he wanted to do with him.
He didn't seem to hate it, at least.
"You're free to do whatever you want,"
Mafumafu lifted his face up to look at Soraru, possibly at the source of his voice, to be more accurate. But it felt as if he could actually look into his eyes, and it made Soraru wonder again about how his world was like before they met.
"You don't need permission to make your dreams come true," Soraru said softly. "You hear me, Mafumafu?"
TBC