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Nausea swells in Doyoung without warning. Amid the air-conditioning’s whir and the keyboard clicks, he touches his damp forehead, the skin hot to the touch.
His stomach knots. He cannot be sick. As the production department head, he’s responsible for the Chemin Electronics’ project and the nearly eight percent increase in profit margins its success will bring. There are still reviews to write, presentations to compose, and prep to deliver.
A wave of warmth rolls through him.
His thoughts fizzling out, Doyoung grips his desk. The plastic is cool against his damp palms, but his innards feel molten, sweat soaking his shirt under his jacket.
Distantly, Haeyun is asking him if he’s alright. His ears ring, his nausea simmering higher. Sweat rolls in rivulets down his shoulder blades.
“I’m fine,” he says. “Excuse me for a second.”
Mollified, Haeyun nods.
He rises slowly and moves into the hall.
Once he’s out of sight of the other cubicles, he shucks off his jacket and stumbles into the restroom. He squints at the wall-length mirror, light smudging out in a halo behind him. The heat remains sweltering, like a desert at midday. He claws off his tie and fumbles with the buttons of his collar. Though the air conditioning’s chill provides a fraction of relief, it doesn’t douse the fever burning under his skin.
The ground sways. What is this? He hasn’t eaten anything new, and he took his suppressants this morning—
Doyoung stills in horror.
He intended to refill his suppressants, but his work took priority over even food and rest. His secondary gender and its accompanying heat suppressants were the last things on his mind. He took his last pill three days ago.
He’s heard about omegas facing the most excruciating heats of their lives after going off long-term suppressants. His core tightens, warmth blooming traitorously between his legs. His heat’s effects throb through his stomach, and panic lights him up. Heats and ruts and hormones are far too unpredictable for his liking. What he longs for is a life of control and stability.
Doyoung freezes at the scent of an approaching alpha. He can’t be seen lurching around, heat-drunk, mere days before a major project deadline. If his team members see him now, what will they think of him?
The alpha’s pheromones are woody, shot through with syrup and smoke.
His groin lighting up at the scent, Doyoung turns and locks eyes with Kang Woosik.
Woosik appears in the bathroom doorway, his gaze darkening at Doyoung bent over the sink.
Doyoung bites his bottom lip, slick leaking out of his hole. His cheeks pink in shame. He looks like a wreck in his reflection. Sweat has sheered his dress shirt and plastered it to his chest, his pert nipples visible through the thin cotton. Humiliatingly, his panties feel damp.
Woosik is dizzyingly attractive in his tailored suit, his hair styled in loose black waves above his forehead, his broad shoulders promising power. He’s one of the very few men in the office bigger than Doyoung, big enough to hold him down and—
Woosik’s voice shakes him back to reality. “Chief.” His eyes wander languidly down Doyoung’s sweat-soaked back, his lips twitching up.
Everything is still far too hot. Doyoung squeezes his eyes shut. “I’ll be out in a moment.”
Silence answers him.
He opens his mouth to ask Woosik what he needs, but before he can, Woosik’s voice sounds far closer than before. “I don’t think that’d be wise.” He leans over Doyoung’s shoulder, his breath tickling his neck.
Doyoung inhales sharply at Woosik’s sudden nearness. “What?”
A firm hand slips between his thighs and squeezes his clothed pussy.
Shocked, Doyoung whimpers, the pressure and heat of Woosik’s wide palm pouring through his pants’ fabric. Woosik’s nose grazes Doyoung’s scent gland.
He shuts his eyes, gushing in his pants.
Woosik gropes his cunt roughly. He pinches his folds together and grinds his palm up into Doyoung’s cock.
Heat flashes like stars past his eyes.
“I knew you were an omega.” Woosik’s murmur brushes the shell of his ear. “But I had no idea you were such a slut, Chief."
Doyoung pants, his thoughts blanking out. He shouldn’t be standing here while his subordinate rubs him intimately, but his knees feel like jelly. He tries unsuccessfully to push himself up. “Stop, Woosik, wait—”
“Be a good boy. Hold still,” Woosik says.
Doyoung groans, his hips moving back instinctually. Blushing, he claps his hand over his mouth and forces himself to stop moving.
“Your cunt is dripping,” Woosik murmurs.
Doyoung’s dick fills easily under the effects of his heat. Lightheaded, he stays frozen as Woosik kneads him through his pants.
His eyes stinging from the sheer pleasure and humiliation of it all, he reaches back for Doyoung’s wrist. “Stop, or I’ll—”
Woosik tuts. He grips Doyoung’s belt buckle and yanks up.
Doyoung whimpers brokenly as his pants come up with his belt. The fabric compresses his sensitive cock and pussy, the pants’ seam digging between his lips. His core pulses, throbbing and slick, against his underwear.
“Needy, aren’t you? Look at you squirming before I’ve even touched you.” Woosik tugs up again.
Doyoung’s face burns. The cold counter cuts into his stomach, his cunt aching against his pants’ compression. He clenches his hole and moans softly in distress.
The scent of alpha arousal spikes. All of a sudden, the pressure disappears.
Before Doyoung can act, Woosik’s fingers unlatch his belt and open his pants.
Panic surging up his throat, Doyoung flails in Woosik’s arms, but he’s caught between Woosik’s broad front and the bathroom counter. “What are you doing!?”
Groping him is one thing, but stripping him in a public space is unthinkable.
Woosik spins him around.
The force takes Doyoung by surprise. He grunts as Woosik shoves him back against the counter.
Woosik slides his hands under Doyoung’s shirt and grips him above his hips.
His breathing shallow, Doyoung stares at Woosik. Need coils in his belly at the alpha’s large warm hands holding his bare waist. His unzipped pants slip down to his hips, revealing the top of his black thong. His cock is fully erect, the flushed head peeking out of its top. The thong’s tails rest high above his hip bones, rendering his thong and slipping slacks a racy combination.
Woosik rids him of his pants.
They pool around his ankles.
His mind blares alarms. Slick drips out the sides of his panties down his inner thigh.
Woosik slides his hands up Doyoung’s chest and rips his shirt open. Buttons fly off and ping against the tiles, his ruined shirt sliding off one shoulder.
“What are you—” Doyoung squeaks as Woosik takes his thigh in hand.
Woosik forces Doyoung’s knee onto the counter until his legs are forced open. The position exposes his damp panties and the way they aren’t quite large enough to accommodate his heat-addled state. The panties’ thin fabric clings lewdly to his pussy lips, narrowing until it barely covers his asshole and disappears between his flushed cheeks. Stripped and spread as he is, he looks obscene, like a whore offering his dripping pussy to any mildly interested alpha dog.
“These are such slutty little panties.” Woosik hooks his fingers into the thong directly over Doyoung’s cunt. His knuckles drag crudely over his puffy folds, his fingers curling around the fabric. “Who were you going to seduce with this get-up?” His other fingers dimple Doyoung’s lifted thigh.
Mortified, Doyoung averts his eyes towards the sink before him. Less fabric is simply more comfortable when he has to wear a suit every day. He never meant for anyone other than him to see him in his thong.
“It’s not like that,” he says.
“Then why wear something that barely covers your fat pussy? I bet you’ve been waiting for someone to spread you open like this,” Woosik says.
“No, please,” he begs.
Woosik ignores him. He exposes him.
The black panty slips aside. With his leg forced up and his hips canted out, his soft, wet pussy, his folds already shiny with slick, is placed on display.
Woosik drinks in the sight of Doyoung, humiliated and trembling. “What were you thinking: coming to work in heat? Were you hoping some alpha would bend you over a counter?” He pushes his finger between his plump folds. Smirking, he circles inside his cunt.
Doyoung bites his lip, tears forming at the corners of his eyes.
Woosik plunges a finger into his hole.
Desperate noises escaping him, Doyoung clenches around Woosik’s finger. He blushes as Woosik fingers him against the bathroom counter. His lanyard cold against his tense stomach, his thighs straining and his leg folded against the counter.
“Stop,” he says, his voice quavering. “Don’t do this here.”
“Are you scared someone will walk in?” Woosik runs his free hand over Doyoung’s chest and tweaks his nipple. “Are you worried our team will see you taking my fingers in your pretty little hole?”
His cunt running tight, Doyoung whines.
“How dirty. You like that idea, don’t you? You tightened up so much.” Woosik pushes a second finger inside him.
Doyoung squeezes the fingers penetrating his soft hole, the wet slick audible.
Woosik plays with his hole.
His body aches for more of the alpha’s touch. His cheeks burning in humiliation, he tries to grab Woosik’s wrist and stop him.
Woosik pulls his fingers out of him. Before Doyoung can process the loss, Woosik grabs his hips and forces him back around. He shoves Doyoung down by his neck and kicks his legs open, ensuring his vulnerable holes remain exposed.
Doyoung is bent over the counter, the granite chilling his nipples. A zipper is undone behind him.
Woosik’s hand pins down the back of Doyoung’s neck. He yanks his panties aside, and his hard cock pushes between his pussy lips.
His thoughts smear out as he begins to press inside his spasming pussy, his jaw slack.
Woosik is big, far bigger than he thought. He chokes on a sob as Woosik’s cock violates his tight walls.
“My god, look at you,” Woosik says as he continues the push into him.
It feels neverending. Doyoung scrabbles at the counter edge, his hole throbbing around the huge intrusion, his lanyard swinging below him from his neck.
“What a perfect whore you make, Chief.” Woosik strokes his back.
Tears slip down his cheeks as Woosik finally bottoms out. Doyoung’s entire cunt feels like it’s been rammed open and loosened for eternity. He tries to flex only to mewl at the need shooting up his stretched passage.
“Take it out,” he pleads. His tears taste salty on his lips, goosebumps rising on his naked skin. His body is cold except for where Woosik is penetrating his hole. He shutters out the pleasure for the pain — an unfamiliar soreness building inside him.
Woosik pulls nearly all the way out before slamming back in.
Doyoung’s eyes blow wide, arousal rolling through him. He flushes as his hips stutter back, his hard dick bouncing against his stomach. He hates himself for enjoying this, for being stomach-down on a public bathroom counter and dribbling as an alpha takes advantage of his body.
Woosik digs his fingers into his hips. “To think that all this time you just needed to be fucked into your place, Chief; no more sending back reports for redos, no more extra research or presentations or forcing us to take overtime.” He drags his cock out again and snaps his hips forward. “Look. Your pussy is sopping wet.”
At the hard thrust and Woosik’s filthy observation, Doyoung moans. Slick flows out of his hole and around Woosik’s dick. The reality of his situation burns through him; he’s bent over in only his pulled-aside panties and shirt as his subordinate fucks him in the toilets. Worse yet, has Woosik fantasized about this all before? Has he despised Doyoung silently, biding his time until he could humiliate him as payback?
Woosik’s dick slides back into his hole.
Doyoung does his best to force Woosik out, but each time he squeezes his cunt, it only intensifies the sensation of Woosik fucking him, his cock filling his cunt with an endless, roiling heat.
Worse yet, a part of Doyoung needs this. His cheeks wet with fresh tears, he grips the sink edge until his knuckles are white.
Woosik’s hands slide over his ass and knead the flesh. He drags his ass cheeks further apart as he fucks him. “You’ve got such a perky ass. I bet a slut like you would love to take another cock here.” He presses his finger against the tight pink ring of his asshole.
When Woosik spreads his ass cheeks apart, he penetrates his pussy deeper.
Whining, squirming beneath Woosik, Doyoung burns in shame and shakes his head. He hates that his body has become a vehicle for Woosik’s amusement, that he possesses two vulnerable holes that Woosik can fuck. He’s always been professional and dedicated at the company, placing his health and body on the line to make sure that quarterly numbers are met. He respects his colleagues, and he thought they held the same respect for him. His omega status, often obscured by his height and broad shoulders, should’ve had no bearing on any professional relationship, and yet—
Woosik rubs his fingers across his pussy lips stretched around his cock, slathering Doyoung’s slick across them. He pulls his cock out of his cunt and begins to circle his virgin asshole.
Doyoung pleads, “No, Woosik, please don’t.”
Woosik shoves his fingers inside him.
Doyoung whines, his cunt twitching around nothing, his face pressed against the counter. His thong cuts into his hips where it’s pulled off of his pussy.
Woosik begins working his ass roughly open.
Shivering, Doyoung pants against the chilled granite. He feels a thousand times more sensitive without an alpha cock inside him, and his thoughts congealing under the heat fog, he whimpers at the harsh stretch of his rim around Woosik’s fingers. He fights weakly, but the combination of dominant alpha pheromones and Woosik’s hand splayed across his lower back pins him to the counter.
Woosik’s fingers feel uncomfortable and large and unnervingly wet inside his other hole. He adjusts the angle of his fingers.
Doyoung’s back curves inward at the onslaught of pleasure, his empty cunt drooling globs of slick.
Woosik rams his fingers back into his prostate.
Doyoung mewls, his eyes watering. He reaches back to stop him.
Woosik grabs his wrist and slams it back against the counter. He slips his fingers out of him and leans in. “Do you want me to knot you?”
Doyoung’s entire pussy throbs at the suggestion of an alpha knot, at Woosik’s smoky pheromone release. He goes boneless and pliant.
“Then you’ll arch your back and present like a good omega. Maybe if I’m happy with your ass, I’ll knot your needy little omega hole right here.” Woosik slaps his hand against Doyoung’s exposed pussy.
Doyoung whines, leaking all over Woosik’s open palm. His pussy stings from the impromptu spanking, but an alpha’s touch is better than nothing at all. He needs it. His body needs it.
Woosik rubs his hand roughly up against Doyoung’s pussy, smashing the swollen slick folds together and pushing against his dripping hole.
Doyoung whimpers, arching his back submissively and offering Woosik full access. He needs Woosik to be happy with him, so he’ll knot him. He just needs to be good.
Woosik pinches his pussy lips, pinning them open and exposing his hole. Slick bubbles out of him.
His hips twitch, tears tracking down his face. Woosik’s torment only fans the flames higher in Doyoung’s groin, the heat-sick arousal ramping up into genuine pain. He shakes his head, begging, “Please.”
Spreading his ass cheeks apart with one hand, Woosik spanks his pussy again.
Doyoung cries out, his pussy squirting and pulsing under the blow. His tears cling to his lashes, and he shuts his eyes against his own shame. He must look like a desperate slut, his back arching off the counter and his bare cunt dripping after Woosik’s spankings.
Woosik allows him no rest. He drives his palm back up against his tender cunt.
Doyoung cries silently against the counter. His pussy hurts. He needs Woosik’s knot, and he doesn’t know why he won’t give it to him.
“Please.” Doyoung’s voice breaks. “It hurts.”
Woosik slaps his pussy again, the fat jiggling shamefully, globs of slick landing on his quivering thighs. Woosik says, “Don’t be so stubborn, Chief. Your slutty cunt is begging to be spanked. I’m giving your body exactly what it needs.”
Heat radiating out from his cunt, Doyoung whimpers and dribbles at the latest blow.
“Present properly,” Woosik says.
Doyoung arches his back again, pushing out his ass despite instinct insisting that he shut his thighs and protect himself.
Woosik spanks his cunt hard. But instead of pulling back, he digs the heel of his palm upward into his heated flesh.
Doyoung yelps and gushes across Woosik’s palm, humiliation pounding through his body. He can feel Woosik smashing his oversensitive folds together. His pussy feels like it’s gained its own pulse, his legs trembling beneath him. He cannot wrap his mind around his position. He cannot believe that he’s arching his back and offering his pussy to be spanked by his subordinate in the office bathroom.
“Look how hungry your pussy is.” Woosik bends over his back, his breath ghosting his ear. His nearness and the sound of Doyoung’s cunt squelching under his palm only makes everything more mortifying. “Let’s fill you up.”
Doyoung’s eyes widen at a blunt intrusion pressing against his tight rim. He’s never been fucked in the ass before. His breathing quickens, and he reaches back for Woosik, pleading, “No, no, not there. Please, Woosik.”
Woosik stops grinding his hand against his pussy to pin his wrists behind his back. He continues fucking into him.
The stretch is nearly unbearable. Woosik’s cock is searingly hot, opening him up. Every millimeter forward burns.
Doyoung sobs aloud, his eyes brimming with new tears. With Woosik gripping his wrists, he can’t muffle his cries as Woosik continues pushing into him.
Woosik says, strained, “You’re so tight, Jesus Christ. Loosen up a little.”
Doyoung pants against the counter, tears slipping down his cheeks and pooling against the granite. He tries to relax below, but Woosik inside him feels impossible. He’ll break him at this rate. He hiccups, “It hurts. Hurts. Take it out.”
“Stop whining. Your body was built to take cock.” Woosik continues his careless entry, bullying his cock in further when Doyoung relaxes even a fraction. “Look at you. Your omega cunt is still dripping like a slut’s.”
Doyoung’s head spins as he recognizes the slick trickling down his thighs. Sure enough, his pussy is clenching and leaking slick. But his body’s attempts to seduce the alpha into knotting him properly are fruitless as Woosik bottoms out in his ass, his balls flush against Doyoung.
Breathing hard, Doyoung blinks out a few more tears. He slumps further against the counter as Woosik stills.
Woosik drags his dick back out. Before Doyoung can protest, he slams forward and begins fucking him in earnest.
Doyoung mewls, fresh tears dripping down his cheeks. The hot wet slide is overwhelming. Beneath the pain shooting, terrible pleasure curls low in his lower belly and throbs through his cunt. He whimpers, his hands flexing in Woosik’s grasp, his pussy leaking humiliatingly between his legs. If only Woosik would touch his cunt, this nightmare could end.
Woosik strokes his ass possessively as he fucks it. “You like this, don’t you, Chief? Omegas like you always get cock-drunk and obedient. You pushed yourself too hard when all you needed was my cock.” He digs his fingers into the meat of his ass and adjusts his angle.
Doyoung moans, his voice shattering, as Woosik nails his prostate. He shudders against the bench, still gushing down his legs.
“If you’ve been feeling pent-up, Chief, there’s no need to take it out on us. I know plenty of alphas in our department would be willing to fuck your tight little holes,” Woosik purrs. His fingers are bruising around his hips and ass.
Much to his horror, Doyoung’s pussy pulses out a fresh line of slick at the suggestion. He shakes his head, mortified. He had no idea his team felt overworked and resented him for it. If he knew, if they told him, he could’ve done something to help them. He’s been caught up in his own work. He assumed everyone was willing to put in the same amount of hours, but of course, he’s unmated without children, and—
Woosik’s swirls his finger between his swollen pussy lips as he fucks him. “The conference rooms are usually empty by 22:00, but you’re still here, aren’t you, Chief? Sitting around in your slutty panties, waiting to be fucked against your big fancy desk?” He slides a finger into Doyoung’s pussy hole.
He keens at the white-hot pleasure. His desk is no bigger than his team members’ desks, and when he works overtime, it’s to work. He cannot believe that Woosik perceives him as the type of omega to wait in the glow of his desktop for someone to force him over his desk and sheath their hard cock in his cunt — to take their fill from him. His thoughts jumbled, he tries to clench around the finger and suck it further in. His cunt aches. Each cruel drag of Woosik’s cock in his ass is torture, the fullness only amplifying the unsatisfactory girth of a finger. All the while, his thong pins his cock to his abs.
“Next time, we won’t neglect you, Chief. We’ll strip you down to your tiny, little thong.” Woosik takes his finger back. He pulls the thong back and lets it snap against his hip. “Hold you down against your desk.”
Doyoung feels himself dribbling at the loss, whining at the thong stinging against his skin. He shakes his head. “No, no, I don’t.”
“Don’t what? You don’t want my knot?” Woosik drags his cock against his prostate deliberately again. “You really don’t like the idea of having an alpha cock inside your needy hole?” He drags his fingers along the seam of his cunt. “Breeding you right here?”
Doyoung whimpers, pussy spasming around nothing. He sees stars. “Please.”
“Please what?” Woosik’s thrusts become shallower and quicker.
The onslaught of sensations has Doyoung’s vision darkening, his cock pulsing against his thong. He’s so close.
“Please what, Chief?” Woosik repeats.
Doyoung gasps as something big catches on his rim. Alarms fire off inside his heat-riddled body as Woosik’s knot forces itself into his ass. He needs Woosik to knot his cunt — breed him and soothe the clawing omega instinct. To think he suffered through all this, only for Woosik to knot his sore ass instead, is too much to bear.
Doyoung’s voice cracks. “Not there. Please, Woosik. You know. You know I need your knot. The heat…” He tries to squirm away.
“Oh, I’m going to knot you. Don’t worry.” Woosik holds his hips in place. His knot is so big; it hurts every time he rams it back in.
Doyoung’s ass was never intended for this. He scrabbles at the counter, choking down sobs.
Finally, Woosik’s knot pops past his rim, and he spills deep inside Doyoung’s guts. The heat and fullness throb through him, thrusting him over the edge. Slick pours down his legs, his cock pulsing and spurting clear fluid across the counter’s edge and soaking his thong further. He cries through each overwhelming wave, his hips shaking, the pulse of his heat returning and throbbing painfully through his empty pussy.
He whimpers, “Woosik, Woosik…”
Woosik grips his chin in his hand and forces it up. “Chief, you look like a real omega whore: crying and squirting all over yourself, untouched.”
Shock blasts through Doyoung at what greets him in the mirror. His eyes are red-rimmed, tears running down his cheeks. His shirt is halfway off, and he can see Woosik pressed into him from behind, his knot holding him wide open. Shame curls in his belly at his ruined state, at how he let Woosik fuck him like some cheap omega slut in public. His cunt throbs between his legs, the heat making everything painful. He blinks out more tears and whines quietly.
Woosik slips his fingers past his lips, still coated in his slick. He orders, “Clean them.”
Doyoung obeys meekly. He licks Woosik’s fingers clean, humiliation flushing down his chest as he tastes himself. Woosik said if Doyoung is good, he might knot him properly.
Woosik smirks, swiping his fingers dry on Doyoung’s shirt. He spreads his ass cheeks again. He ignores Doyoung wriggling and panting as the extra stretch pangs uncomfortably up his hole. He says, “Let’s get a picture of this, Chief. I wouldn’t want to forget how cute you look with my knot in your ass.” He pulls his phone from his back pocket.
Doyoung barely has the presence of mind to object, his pussy still aching wickedly. “Woosik, wait—”
Woosik pulls him further open, the camera click sounding. He grips Doyoung’s tear-streaked face and snaps another picture through the mirror. He puts his phone away, grinning, “You always look so serious, but this look suits you much better.” His knot begins to go down.
Doyoung struggles in his grip.
Woosik shifts his hand to Doyoung’s neck, squeezing his scent gland.
Doyoung goes limp, fresh arousal pulsing through him below. He shivers in Woosik’s hold.
After a few more moments, Woosik pulls out of his ass.
Doyoung expects Woosik to fuck his empty hole, but Woosik tucks himself into his pants and redoes his belt.
Doyoung pushes up from the counter, feverish. He readjusts his thong, humiliation flooding through him, and he bends to pull up his pants.
Woosik slaps his ass.
Doyoung jumps, flushing in shame. He does up his pants and tries to redo his shirt. With most of the buttons gone, he opts for tucking it inside his pants. He runs his fingers through his messy hair.
Woosik watches him redress with predatory interest, his eyes raking shamelessly up and down Doyoung’s body.
Against all common sense, Doyoung leaks in his thong under the alpha’s attention. He redoes his tie in some attempt to hide his open shirt. He looks horrible: pinked all over, his shirt ruined, and his hair unstyled. He can feel Woosik’s cum leaking out of his ass. His cheeks darkening, he moves to get toilet paper from the stall.
He shuts the door and does his best to wedge it in beneath the thong’s string.
Woosik calls, “Is that even going to work with how tiny your panties are?”
Doyoung’s ears burn. He wishes Woosik would leave. He wouldn’t be in this situation if Woosik hadn’t come inside him. But Doyoung has no intention of cursing at Woosik when he has those pictures on his phone. Doyoung could be disciplined and potentially fired for indecent exposure, inappropriate workplace relations, and a myriad of other things. He still feels dizzy from his heat. But there’s so much to do before the workday ends. Maybe he could finish the presentation for Chemin before he heads home; all he needs is one last projection. His cubicle neighbor, Haeyun, is a beta, so it’s possible that she won’t scent his heat. Really, he could’ve lasted until dinner if Woosik knotted him correctly.
A spike of irritation surges through him.
“You smell upset, Chief. What’s wrong?” Woosik drawls.
He does up his belt and opens the door. “I’m behind on today’s work now.”
Woosik looks him up and down. “Yeah. And looking like that, some alpha will jump you the second you step outside this door.”
Suppressing his spiking fear, Doyoung shuts his eyes. He cannot let Woosik terrorize him into hiding. “Woosik, please get back to work.”
After a long pause, Doyoung hears his footsteps departing.
When the door finally shuts, Doyoung crumples to the floor, overwhelmed. The heat hormones pumping through his body make him feel disgustingly fragile. His belly cramps at the lack of alpha knot, and his ass aches from Woosik’s abuse. Sucking in air through his teeth, he tries not to think about the tenderness of his cunt and the phantom smack of Woosik’s palm against his heated flesh. At the thought, he gushes slick into the toilet paper wadded up in his thong, his face burning.
Maybe Woosik is right. If another alpha caught him in a deserted hallway, maybe it wouldn’t be so terrible if they stripped him down to his thong and knotted his dripping hole.
Horrified, Doyoung cradles his forehead in his hands. He needs to pull himself together. He needs to wash his hands and face, change his clothes, and go home before something worse than Woosik can happen.
He stumbles up to his feet, unaware of the wet spot forming in the seat of his pants.