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Mon, 28 Oct 2024 22:50:09 GMT

Kiyoomi had just finished tidying up the kitchen after a late lunch when he finds Atsumu napping on the swivel chair in the nursery, the twins tucked nicely in their beds, milk drunk and cooing soft babbles intelligible only to the two of them.

He pauses for a moment to adore his pups, melting in fondness when he notices their knobby fingers touching between the pillowed lattice separating their cribs.

Like clockwork, his gaze shifts to Atsumu on the plush chair and he can’t help falling to his knees before the omega. His omega. His sweet, darling omega basking under the afternoon sun with one arm held up over his head and both feet propped on the ottoman, lips slightly parted with a string of drool on the corner of his mouth. Kiyoomi lets out a low chuckle, thinks he paints a pretty picture regardless.

Carefully, he closes the distance between them and settles between the omega’s legs, eyes fixated on the softened lines of Atsumu’s face, dark brown hair tousled in an endearing mess of waves above his shoulders, tiger stripes adorning his chest, his stomach.

Kiyoomi slips a thumb under Atsumu’s silk top and rubs gentle circles along the stretch marks on his tummy, nosing along the faded lines on his thighs where he lingers in reverie.

“Omiiii,” Atsumu whines as he wraps his arms around Kiyoomi’s neck, the scent of peaches and honey piercing the air and stirring Kiyoomi from his trance. “Stop, why are ya so kinky?”

“What, can’t I take a moment to recharge and admire my mate’s body?” Kiyoomi rests his chin on Atsumu’s lap, trying his best to pull a puppy face he knows only Atsumu is effortlessly good at.

Atsumu rolls his eyes playfully and giggles. “I wake up to my alpha sniffing me in a questionable position. Not that I mind… but what if I hit ya, or crush yer head in my sleep?”

“Then I’d tell you you’re threatening your alpha with a good time,” Kiyoomi grunts into his ear as he digs into the meat of his thighs, flipping them over so Atsumu is on top of him.

Atsumu squeaks in surprise, eyes blown wide and cheeks tinged wine red—Kiyoomi knows he can get drunk on this sight with one sip.

“What’re ya-!” Atsumu protests poorly, his pheromones betraying him.

“Mhm, you know I can smell you, right?” Kiyoomi smirks, pressing a tender kiss on Atsumu’s temple. “It’s okay. You always make me horny too.”

“Don’t saying the h-word in front of my babies!” Atsumu whisper-shouts, squishing Kiyoomi’s face between his palms.

Kiyoomi shrugs. He tips his head, closes his eyes, and puckers his lips, coaxing Atsumu for a kiss.

Atsumu sighs in defeat but happily obliges.

// tags: sakuatsu , omegaverse , mpreg , post-partum

Mon, 28 Oct 2024 22:29:53 GMT