Trapped in an Omegaverse Tragedy

The scene from a third person perspective looked like a porn show being shot where the omega was purposely locked in a bathroom.

Though, the omega here was willingly locked in and the alpha really hoped he didn’t lose it and went crashing down the bathroom door.

Doha looked at Song-rik’s tongue touching the glass right past the tip of his dick. His face was flushed as if he was being steamed like a steam bun.

And his fingers were moving very fast as they pumped in and out of the twitching hole that was probably too hungry to be satisfied with just fingers.

Not yet.

The both of them thought the same thing.

But it wasn’t clear whether they meant right now or the prospective day of the deed.

The color on Song-rik face became brighter as he put in two of his finger in his mouth, maybe as a substitute for a certain dick he was lusting after, and three of the other hand pounding himself down there.

Doha saw Song-rik gag as he licked and sucked on his own fingers, but the message was clear. Doha could imagine how it would feel inside that tiny mouth if he put his dick in.

He wouldn’t be just gagging, he would be gasping for breath while struggling to even accommodate all that flesh in his mouth.

And tears would flow down his eyes from how full he would feel. As these feelings originated within Doha, another type of feelings emerged too.

Like him being incredibly gentle that Jang Song-rik loses his mind from the sensations alone.

His hand was moving along with the trail of his imagination. He imagined Song-rik crying with pleasure under and withering in moans as he marked every inch of his body with his rosy scent.

But it still wasn’t enough. Doha couldn’t get off with just that.

And then, Song-rik looked up and saw his boyfriend, wildered and horny, jerking off while watching him finger himself.

Song-rik stood up and looked into Doha’s eyes as his hand went on his own dick. And he smiled, watching Doha look at him with so much desire.

Ah.... That’s what was missing...

As soon as he saw Song-rik smile, Yeon Doha came onto the glass wall. So happened with Jang Song-rik who trembled as orgasm electrified through his body making his back arch and his head tilt back.

The two looked at each other. Their heads leaning against each other with an inch of the distance.

How close.

Song-rik smiled gently as he saw Doha pant and covered in sweat from all these ’activities’.

Doha... he was... a bit out of it.

He snapped back as he heard Song-rik tapping on the glass wall.

Song-rik pointed to the door. It likely meant he was coming out. Doha awkwardly nodded and walked away to get his own towel.

He went in front of the door as Song-rik cme out. They stood by the door staring at each other for quite a while. They both felt strangely relieved and embarrassed about what they had just done.

I want to just pick him up and go to bed.

Doha imagined as he stood there, speechless.

Song-rik looked up at him coyly and said.

"Wash up, we have dinner later."

He then scurried away to put on some clothes.

Doha watched him go as he sighed and entered the bathroom to wash up.

The bathroom was filled with Song-rik’s chocolate pheromones. Doha took a big whiff in before turning on the water. The exhaust fan was slowly clearing out the air of any pheromones.

Their heads were also becoming clearer and clearer as more time passed.

Doha, red from head to toe, slammed his head almost hurtingly hard enough on the wall as water dripped down on him.

What in the world were doing?! That’s so.... lewd!!

Did we really just do that?!

The person outside seemed to be having a similar crisis.

They were panicking, thinking, how horny do you have to be to pull off such a stunt together.

But what was done was done. There was no way it could be reversed. The only way to move was forward.

And forward they went... to dinner.

Being together in a room alone after that seemed very awkward and dangerous.

After eating dinner, it was the time to sleep.

Fortunately enough for Doha, Song-rik was already feeling sleepy.

They laid side by side on the singular bed in the room and at first, it seemed pretty hard to fall asleep.

Just the idea that they could do anything they wanted was thrilling enough to excite their brains awake.

But a little off topic completely made them forget the thoughts. Song-rik noticed the POP on the ceiling looked like a butt.

Doha was startled a little and then burst out laughing as Song-rik defended himself with various facts like the angle and lighting of it that makes it appears so.

And in that drifting non sense, they never knew, when they fell asleep, huddled together at one side of the large bed. Like kittens from the same mother huddle for warmth.

Doha opened his eyes. He was in the rose fields again.

This dream... again...

But this time, it was different. There was funeral home right in front of him. Supposedly, a singular room with its door right in front of him.

Doha held the handle of the door to get inside, but then suddenly, he felt a familiar eerie feeling right behind him.

The faceless man....!

Doha thought as he refused to look behind himself.

He had this uncanny feeling that if possible, he should never look at the faceless man. Because if he did, something incredibly bad would happen to him.

The faceless man was again right behind him so there was much he could do.

Should I escape into this funeral home?

Doha asked himself. He thought it to be a reasonable option.

As his hand applied pressure on the handle to open the door, the faceless man spoke in cold and unreal voice again.

"I hate funerals."

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