summary: all you want is to make your omega happy.
word count: 884
warnings?: a/b/o dynamics, implied smut, not proofread
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You hated having to leave your home. Damn your omega for making such a comfortable nest. Damn your omega for making you want to spend the rest of your days with him wrapped up in your arms and forget the rest of the world. If you had the choice, if you had the ability to never work another day in your life but still live comfortably, you would never leave your omega alone again. But, alas, you had to work for a living. You had to earn money so that you could take care of your omega.
At least you didn't have to worry about your omega being out, having to work. You supposed that was the one thing that was good about the labor laws. Claimed omegas were barred from employment, and unclaimed omegas could only work for employers that the Department of Labor deemed to be safe. If Jake was working, you knew you would never be able to get your job done. You'd be too concerned that someone would've taken advantage of his kind heart, of his cheerful disposition. It would take every ounce of your willpower to not show up to his job, make sure that he was okay.
Jake, thankfully, hadn't minded. Not having to work anymore, that is. For some godforsaken reason, he'd been able to join an elite black-ops team. But he had a brilliant mind and unparalleled hacking abilities, so it made sense why the government would take advantage of that, their own laws be damned. After having risked his life countless times, though, he was ready for a quiet life. So, when he met you, he knew that he would be happy to stay home all day if it meant that you would take care of him.
He got bored easily, though. You didn't blame him, of course. He had grown used to a life of excitement. Now that he could finally rest, it was hard to calm his mind. While his nature told him he was built for a domestic life, his experience in life forged him a different way.
It wasn't uncommon for you to come back from work and find the entire house rearranged because he couldn't find the controller to his Playstation. Or that he'd set up an entire scavenger hunt for you to find his favorite things. Or that he'd drug out all of the Halloween decorations and put them all up even though July had just barely begun.
No one told you that life with an omega would be this exciting. But, you supposed, no one else had an omega like yours. (Good. Jake was only yours, and you didn't want to share him with the world.)
Today, though, was quiet. A bit too quiet, if you were being honest. The biggest disasters always came when Jake was quiet, tucked away somewhere in the house, pretending that he hadn't done something bad, no he didn't!
"Jake? Where you at?" you called out, kicking your shoes off, tossing your purse on the couch. You heard a quiet whine from upstairs, so you climbed the stairs, knowing that Jake had likely buried himself in his nest. And your suspicions were true. He was tucked under several layers of blankets, a pair of your panties clutched his fist and pressed against his nose, his glasses slightly askew. You cooed, "How's my baby boy doing?"
"Missed you," he mumbled, his head lifting from the pillows to look at you.
"Want me to join you, baby boy?"
"Please," he said.
Jake always liked it when you removed your clothes before you came into his nest, said that he liked everything having your scent clinging to it. You pulled your shirt over your head, throwing it in the direction of your hamper, followed by your pants. As you hooked your fingers around your bra straps, Jake let out a quiet whimper.
"Can you keep your bra on? Please?" Jake asked, his pretty blue eyes wide. "Wanna take it off myself."
"Of course, baby boy," you said. "Can I come in your nest?"
"You know you don't have to ask. You're always welcome."
"Just gotta make sure, baby boy," you said, crawling under the covers, taking a moment to press a soft kiss to the mark you'd given Jake all those years ago. "It's my job to make you happy, and I could never do that if I disrespect what you've made."
"You could never disrespect it," Jake mumbled, his fingers fumbling as he tried to unhook your bra. "You're what makes it perfect."
He finally managed to pull your bra off, tossing it to the side once it was fully off your body. Before you could say anything, his head ducked down to your chest, his plush lips pressing kisses against your soft skin, his nose brushing against your nipple as he got closer to where he wanted to be.
"Can I take care of you, alpha?" he asked, looking up at you through his lashes. "You do so much for me. Wanna do the same for you."
"Of course, 'mega," you cooed, carding your fingers through his hair. "I'm all yours."
And, as his mouth latched onto your nipples, sucking gently, you knew that you were the luckiest alpha in the whole world.
