TPA | MW [✔]

03. Mingyu/Wonwoo

Mingyu

I brush my knuckles down Wonwoo's tear-stained cheek. His dark auburn hair is a mess. Freckles dust his cheeks and the bridge of his nose.

"I'll take care of you, Wonwoo. It's what I do and I take pride in being the best heat service alpha I can be."

"And you specialize in virgins," he whispers.

"It wasn't something I set out to do. It just happened. Virgins gave me high scores in their user surveys on different things so I was designated..." I hesitate to tell him my nickname.

"Designated?"

"The cherry popper."

Wonwoo snorts. "That's hilarious." His shoulders shake when he laughs, and the sound is... magic. As if all his cares lift from his shoulders.

"How are you feeling?" I ask. His skin heats my fingertips, but he's so calm compared to when I found him in the bathroom.

His laughter dies. "How will I know when..." He swallows. "When a heat wave really starts? I thought it was bad earlier, but now that I'm feeling better, my..." He stops and licks his lips. "My slick is..."

Gushing. I can sense it, the honeysuckle and rose petals scent that's only Wonwoo's fills the air, calling to my alpha.

"I'm leaking. I've never had a slick problem. Never. It feels weird. And my cock is so damn hard." He takes himself in hand. I don't think he realizes he's done it. "How will I know?"

I roll him to his back. His skin is flushed and glistening with sweat from the heat coursing through him. He pants with each stroke of his hand across his slender cock. His auburn hair curls around his ears, making a messy halo. Fuck. He's gorgeous. His eyes shutter closed and he moans as he thrusts into his hand.

"Want me to help?" I always ask permission before doing anything, which my virgin clients always thank me for on the service survey.

Wonwoo's eyes fly open as if he forgot I was in the room. "I think it's really starting." His hand strokes faster. "But this isn't making it better." A whimper escapes his lips as he wiggles on the sheet. "Please." His eyes plead with me. "Help me."

As if his words speak directly to my cock, I'm harder than I've been in my life. I'd already been sporting a hard-on since the moment I touched him. Now I'm sure he's right because my need to fuck just ramped all the way up.

As I push off the bed, Wonwoo grabs my hand.

"I just need to get naked. To properly do my job."

Wonwoo nods so fast. His gaze narrows in on my ass as I shimmy off my sweatpants and boxer briefs. An appreciative groan comes from the bed.

"Fuck," he whispers. But his eyes roll back, and his hand drops to the bed. He passes out cold. Or hot, rather.

"Shit. Wonwoo. Come back to me." We waited too long. I scoop him in my arms like before and rush him to the bathroom, being mindful of the puddles still on the ground. I don't like it, but back into the tub he goes.

I turn the knob and climb in with him in my lap. I maneuver him so he's not directly on my hard cock and hope he's comfortable as the cold water rushes over us from overhead. He's entirely too hot. I curse myself for letting it happen. I've never been so reckless, but I need Wonwoo to drive this. I can't get my hopes up. Right now, my only duty is to do my job. Get him through his heat. Afterward, we can have a deeper conversation. But now he's my charge and I need to get his temperature down before we do anything.

"Come on, Wonwoo. Wake up." I scoop the frigid water in my hand and pour it down his back. We've never lost an omega to heat sickness and we won't lose now. His first heat and I'm failing him.