TAT | MW [✔]

08. Wonwoo

It was very possibly the best three days of my life. Mingyu and I just clicked together. Whether it was ordinary compatibility or something more extraordinary, or maybe even supernatural, the sex was amazing. For once, I didn't feel completely self-conscious for acting like a depraved trollop as heat wave after heat wave hit me. I didn't sense a shred of judgment from Mingyu, which was probably partially because he spent my whole heat behaving like an aggressive, sex-crazed maniac.

But all good things came to an end, including heat.

I knew it was over when I woke up on the morning of our fourth day together. Mingyu and I were still snuggled together in bed, but as sleep left me, the prickling urge to get away rolled through me. I felt dirty and gross. The dried cum on my body and the leaking remnants of the last heat wave made me grimace in disgust instead of hum and smile and feel lucky for having such a virile alpha to take me through my heat. My asshole was sore as hell and throbbed with heat after being used so roughly for so long. Things inside weren't much better.

I did feel sated, though. As I woke up, I pushed myself away from Mingyu and stretched on the empty, cool side of the mattress. Heat gaveth and heat tooketh away, or something like that. As disgusting as I felt on the outside, my insides were filled with a deep sense of satisfaction and completion. I knew I wasn't pregnant—omegas had that sixth sense and almost always knew if they'd conceived during their heat—but my body still thanked me for the good time by feeling warm and loose.

There was something else under the pulsing contentment, though, a sort of sadness, a feeling of regret. I'd never experienced that before. I'd walked away from all of my past heats—except the one I'd tried to tough out on my own with toys—feeling uplifted and self-satisfied. I'd always just thanked the alpha who had taken me through and gone on my merry way.

Something was different this time, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

I sat up, embarrassed by the gushing sensation in my ass, then threw my legs over the side of the bed.

"You up?" Mingyu asked in a sleepy voice, stretching. He drew in a breath, then sniffed. "Your scent has changed."

"Yeah," I said, standing on slightly unsteady legs. "It's over."

I felt bad as I stepped away from the bed, guilty. I wasn't sure what it was all about. I was a progressive omega who was raised by forward-thinking parents. I had no qualms about sex and no guilt about having a trusted alpha I wasn't in a relationship with take me through. But when disappointment clouded Mingyu's face as I walked away from the bed, heading to the bathroom, that guilty sadness within me deepened.

"I'm just going to take a shower," I said, my words a little stilted, as I glanced back at him. "I'll be quick so that you can get in once I'm done."

"Oh. Okay." Mingyu sat up, looking a little lost in my messy bed.

"I'll just be a few minutes," I said, even though it was repetitive. I didn't know what else to say to him.

I rushed into the shower, self-conscious about being naked and leaky in front of him, self-conscious that I couldn't think of anything else to say, and self-conscious about all of the things I had said in the last few days. They all came back to me as I scrubbed spunk and dried slick off my body and out of my hair.

I'd told Mingyu I loved him, and my whole body still throbbed with those feelings, but we hadn't even known each other a week. I'd felt him come all the way up inside me, inside my womb, but even though it was unusual, that degree of intimacy and pleasure wasn't unheard of. It had felt so significant at the time, but I recalled several of our ESAs reporting the same happening with some of their clients. Regular clients, yes, but clients all the same. The sex had been amazing, but maybe that was just how sex was supposed to be and I'd only ever had mediocre sex before.