I felt sick.
About what I was, what I've just done...

I fucking fingered myself like the slutty ass omega I am and came from my fingers. Of course cum for me is just more slick.

Slick, slick, slick. That's all I've been sick of for days. I've successfully been able to lock myself in my house, saying I was sick to my school. And I didn't have to interact with anybody because the rest of my family was on a trip.

Thank god I actually thought I was sick when we were going to leave.

He sighed, staring up at the blank ceiling, stretched out on the bed.

Men weren't supposed to be omegas! Omegas were women who couldn't get enough of an Alpha's big knot, omegas loved being fucked over and over and over...

Jack unknowingly was getting harder again, his breathing short and his cheeks flushed as even his mental ranting derailed into a fantasy that made his hormones run wild.

...into the mattress, whimpering because they couldn't get enough of the push and drag of the Alpha's hard cock...

His fingers swiped at the tip of his dick, getting copious amounts of slick on them, and bringing his wet fingers down his perineum to the still loose pucker of his ass.

...being complete sluts for their Alphas, taking their Alpha's cock anywhere...

Jack's every thought but pleasure vanished when his fingers poked through his pucker and began small thrusts inside him. His moans cascaded throughout the house, his legs twitching, unable to find something to wrap around, as he played with his nipples using the one hand he had left.

He had no idea his whorish moans were loud enough to be heard outside the house; even worse, that they could be heard by his best (and arguably only) friend, namely Mark, who stopped walking down the sidewalk from school to look at the house all the noise was coming from, and scratch his head.

//lmao tell me if you want me to continue this and I'll do it in 169036391745 years//