Trapped in an Omegaverse Tragedy

So, all alphas in the world have a complex that called the Alpha Complex.

To interact and understand an alpha you’re close with, one needs to be especially aware of this complex.

The Alpha Complex means a condition of constant mild rut like state that an alpha goes into for certain period of time after they have sex with an omega for the very first time.

For some alphas, this condition lasts as short as a week, while the longest running record of an alpha complex is five years.

Yeon Doha was very much unaware of this information that such a condition existed.

Jang Songrik knew exactly what that was and how it could affect the mental and emotional state of an alpha and omega pair.

To put icing on the cake, Doha and Songrik had sex for the very time in their respective lives and on their first time they had bonded as well as knotted.

If Yeon Doha hadn’t been on hormonal contraception, it wouldn’t have been strange if the intercourse resulted in pregnancy.

Which did indeed happen in the original novel.

But another problem was posed in front of this new bubbling couple. Or for Songrik in general.

Yeon Doha had gotten a taste of the forbidden fruit and now he wanted more...all the time.

That next day after they had sex, Jang Songrik had to call in sick and the sick leave continued for another two days as well as their stay at the hotel.

A two day weekend trip became an extended leave of absence for the two as they went at it like animals.

Their rut and heat had coincided making it even more intense for the two of them.

They had fucked in every single corner of the room. The bed, the floor, near the door, the glass balcony, the see through bathroom, everywhere. The only time they stopped was to eat and sleep or nature yelling at them for its needs.

It was a particularly intense experience for Songrik whose image of Doha had gone a massive transformation in those two extended days.

The problem wasn’t that though. It would be a big fat lie if Songrik said he didn’t enjoy every single second being railed and eaten up by Yeon Doha.

Every single moment was ecstasy.

The problem was that a certain someone was showing up daily at his work with cake take out. And those peculiar visits always ended with him getting railed in his private office bedroom.

Sometimes in the office itself.

And that was posing a major problem.

As much as Yeon Doha ’cute-pied’ his way into Songrik’s ass, it was messing with Songrik’s head and making him feel like a sex addict himself.

Even right now, the continuous knock of a meek soft voice on his door was making him waver from his resolve that he made yesterday.

He had told Doha that he would not let him in tomorrow and that they needed to take proper breaks in between their presumed love making.

"Hyung... I promise I won’t do anything, we’ll just eat cake and I’ll go home," the alluring devilish voice cooed again. "Hmm? Please?"

"No, you’re just trying to get me to open the door. If I hadn’t locked it, you would already be in here, spreading me across my table," Songrik gave a snappy reply as he continued working.

"That isn’t such a bad idea..." a faint mumble could be heard behind the door.

"Don’t take ideas from my nagging!!" Songrik yelled as blushed and could now no longer focus on his work.

Have I become that weak to pleasure and impulse...?

Songrik asked himself as felt getting prompted to open the door and just letting him in.

It could really be just cake.....

Who am I kidding?! There’s no way it’s just cake?! The moment I open that door, I’ll fold under zero effort and just give in to him!!!

If I look at his, I don’t have the confidence that I can resist giving him anything he wants...

Well, that was the kind of effect Doha had on Songrik.

"Are you trying to fatten me up by feeding me cake everyday?" Songrik tried distracting himself by asking silly questions.

"Well, you’re anything but fat, hyung," Doha answered, pouting. Songrik couldn’t see it but knew what face he’d be making by his voice. "You use putting on a couple of pounds of weight."

"I...I’m not that thin," Songrik said, in retaliation.

"No, you’re like a twig, hyung," Doha, finding his chance to irk Songrik.

"No, I’m not! How dare you call me a twig?!"

"But you are, hyung. As much as I love you, I don’t want to lie to you."

"You sound outrageous. Why would it be a lie?!"

"Of course it would be a lie that you’re not a twig, hyung."

"Ha! See for yourself! I’m not a twig!!!"

Songrik powerwalked over to the door and slammed it open, tugging his shirt up, exposing his stomach to show how he wasn’t a tree’s fallen limb but a plump and delicious omega.

"Got you, hyung," the sly alpha said.

And the cake box landed on the floor as Songrik was picked up and hauled inside, still in disbelief at how easily he fell for that obvious provocation.

Another person was in disbelief at what had just happened.

Remember the secretary who was standing in for Secretary Cha during his ’sick leave’ and accidentally saw the ’I’ll let you fuck me, hyung!’ cake on their very first date.

Guess what?

He was appointed to the table right outside the director’s office that very morning.

And yes, he had watched the entire fiasco occur right in front of him while trying to ignore his boss’s lover trying to seduce him with cake.

What’s with boss’s lover and cake? Are they cake obsessed maniacs or something?

He pondered as he looked at the screen.

He had just see his direct superior get made a fool of by his boyfriend and he’s probably getting fucked by said boyfriend behind those doors.

He looked up in self pity and told himself.

Just obliterate into smitheries, why don’t you?

He continued working anyway. Once a corporate slave, always a corporate slave, after all.

Behind those doors, Doha had taken Songrik’s lips like a hungry man who had been starved for days.

He was sucking and yanking at them in a hurry and urgency.

And Songrik... he had been plenty right about himself.

He was indeed blown away by his alpha’s presence and actions that he could not resist a single thing and could only let himself be swept away by this whirlwind of desire.

Doha had Songrik’s legs wrapped around his waist as he walked around kissing him and suckling on him like he were some sugar candy (the ones you win for a prize in a festival stall).

And then his eyes spotted the table. The big wide table where Jang Songrik worked everyday.

His eyes glistened with mischief and he hurried over there, promptly placing the omega like an open book (the legs representing the pages) on the table.

Then with one swipe of the hand, he sweeped all the miscellaneous objects on that table to the corner of the table.

And in the empty space he created, he laid Songrik flat on his back, their crotch(s) rubbing together through Doha’s jeans and Songrik’s trousers.

Clothes mattered little when such hurry was in place.

Doha thrusted a few times even through their clothes. It didn’t actually penetrate Songrik (that would be a problem if did) but it achieved the most desired effect.

The two could feel each other’s desire and lust as they stared eyes in eyes.

And with some mysterious yaoi magic, Songrik’s clothes disappeared (jk, they were torn apart by a restless alpha and were lying on the floor) and he laid there, butt naked.

To be entirely honest about the table thing, it was actually quite satirical from a third person perspective.

You see, normally, a dining table is more often used for sex where the bottom is laid flat on his back to be fucked into mush.

And if office tables are questioned, it’s usually the gaint dark oak wooden ones where there’s plenty of space to perform several necessary manoeuvres that are required to orchestrate a mind blowing sex by the top.

This table that the two of them were using was a mid sized white brutalist designed modern cabinet style table.

So with their obvious size difference (dick and body, whole), the scene looked more like Doha changing a kid’s diaper than him reducing an adult to using one by destroying their pelvic floor.

But, it really mattered as little to them as the moon mattered to angler fish.

That is, the possibility didn’t even exist for them.

Doha flipped out his thing, massive (as always) and throbbing.

"Hyung," he said. "You’re gaping wide down there just by me touching you."

Songrik grit his teeth as he became red and redder.

"Just hurry up and put it in!!" He yelled. "That’s the least you can do when you got me this hot and bothered!"

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