HEAT |OMEGAVERSE| ⚣ ✔️

The Alley Part 2. 🔞

The best way I could describe being in heat is like a roller coaster, constantly going through highs and lows, and occasionally a corkscrew comes out of nowhere, completely turning you for a loop. Never truly knowing when a peak will be triggered can be terrifying, especially without medication on you for emergencies.

I clench my jaw, feeling dizzy, and my breath picks up into short pants. My head spins, and I fall back against the wall, smacking against it as my body slides down to the floor.

I can feel it everywhere in my body, every nerve being set on fire.

God—I need suppressants. I claw at the skin on top of my arms, leaving dense red marks. My body feels like it's electrified, and I can barely see straight as an unwelcome yet familiar sensation pools in my downstairs.

I doubt this stranger keeps suppressants on him to help random omegas in heat, and the only other way to rid myself of this distress on my body would be to—no, I can't...we can't...I don't even know him.

To my surprise, it's completely silent outside of the bathroom, and I can only hope he isn't anywhere near here right now. I've already caused enough misfortune in his day.

My heart still rages despite my mind screaming at my body, begging it to stop. It only grows stronger as the seconds go by, and sweat begins to cover my body in thick beads that roll down my skin.

I hate this, this feeling of being thrown into an eternal pit of electric nerves; it just about kills me every time I go into heat. I need to do something to myself, anything. This isn't a solution, but if I rub one—or maybe two out, it could give me enough time to find my way home.

I bite the inside of my cheek as I slide a reluctant hand into these loose-fitting shorts I wear. My fingers wrap around my throbbing member, stroking the full length of my shaft in a quick pace. My teeth clench together, and a quiet moan leaves my mouth despite my best efforts to conceal it.

I continue stroking myself under the shorts and huff as I come once into my hand, wiping it on the towel I just used to dry myself. A small sense of relief goes through my body, and I lean back against the wall, exhausted.

Unfortunately, that relief is short-lived. I glance back down to my still very tented shorts and let out an exasperated sigh... God damnit, this body has a mind of its fucking own. As I start to slide my hand back into my shorts again, the door swings open quietly, and my eyes lock onto the man's dark ones with shock.

He almost chokes on the sauna-like steam filling the room as he looks down at me, his eyes wide and brows raised slightly as he drops a plastic cup of water to the floor, its contents spilling everywhere.

This has got fucking be the most embarrassing thing I've ever done in my whole existence, and I instantly retrieve my hand from my drawers straightening out against the wall behind me.

We continue to stare at each other for what feels like an eternity, and I feel myself losing this war with my body as I spiral once more. Each of my hands intensely grips the other with white knuckles as I force my gaze onto the floor away from his.

Despite not wanting to, I glance back up at  the man whose name I still don't know.

What I wasn't expecting though, is the way he's looking at me right now, like he wants to fucking devour me all while still having a slight scowl. I guess he doesn't like his body's physical reaction either...maybe he's also ashamed—or repulsed by how our anatomy collides together like forces of nature.

For a moment, I hadn't thought about the factor of his personal life; that he could have a family, a partner, somebody who could come home to this disaster waiting to happen. This could very well be more hell for him than it is for me.