Reminder: words written in italic are character's thoughts.
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Entering his room, Ryan swiftly sank onto his bed, overcome by an overwhelming sense of fatigue. Gasping for breath, he tightly grasped his chest, the weight of the world pressing down on him.
Waves of nausea surged through him, threatening to spill into a chaotic symphony of discomfort.
Why is she like this? I'm literally her own blood but….
He found myself gazing at the void of the obsidian ceiling, his mind an echoing emptiness. Abruptly, the resonating words of his mother pierced the silence, sending an involuntary shiver down his spine.
The mere recollection of that particular place induced a palpable tremor of fear within him.
The confines of that place, the basement, harbor the echoes of a traumatic past that have, regrettably, eluded his conscious memory. These memories, once forgotten, now manifest as nightly and daily nightmares, an unrelenting specter haunting the recesses of his mind.
The tangible remnants of that distress, etched onto his body in the form of scars, stand as indisputable evidence of the profound trauma that unfolded within those shadowed walls. I better stop thinking about it….
He close his eyes, gulping on saliva trying to relax himself. He started counting numbers. They always help him in this situation.
1
2
3
…
…
67
68…
He released a slow exhale, allowing the tension to dissipate as a sense of relaxation enveloped him. Reclining comfortably on the bed, he began to sense a subtle discomfort, a gentle itch induced by the fabric of his clothes.
In response, He decided to alleviate this sensation by removing his shirt, settling back into repose. Amidst this newfound ease, a myriad of contemplations coursed through his mind, weaving a tapestry of thoughts that demanded his attention. Just how the fuck she expect to seduce him….that omega…what was his name? ….Jihoon, was it?
A sigh escaped him as recollections of the blond individual's actions flooded his thoughts. Determined to put those memories aside, he uttered a mental dismissal—Forget it. With a deliberate gesture, he closed his eyes, attempting to find solace. Inhaling deeply, he sought to dispel the weariness that clung to him after a taxing day.
Yet, in the pursuit of mental relaxation, the face of the blond figure intruded upon his consciousness, each of his movements replaying vividly in his mind. Swiftly, he reopened his eyes, shaken from his attempt to escape into tranquility. he gulped as he become aware of his condition.
There was a huge bulge in his pants. He got hard just by thinking about an omega. The fuck….. He find himself in a state of profound mental disarray, an experience hitherto unfamiliar to him. This occurrence is unprecedented, marking the first instance where the stability of my mind has been so noticeably compromised. There were little wet stains on his pants.
Fucking hell…
He got up making his way to the restroom. He have to take a cold shower. Taking off his rest of the clothes remaining, he starting taking a cold shower. He didn't not care if he was freezing or not, he just want this erection to disappear but it seems that his body was not listening to him.
He didn't know what to do. Why it's not going away?…. guess there's only one option now. He have to take of it himself but he had never masturbated before. Suddenly, he's embarrassed by the fact I'm a fucking virgin… But its not his fault.
He grabbed his dick with trembling hands. He was feeling like he was doing some kind of sin. He started to rub it gently. It made him flinched, as he was hit by the feeling that was completely unfamiliar to him. He was doing it slowly.
He stopped, he can't do this. He was so embarrassed that he just want to bury himself deep underground. But his dick was so hard, it's was becoming painful. There was precum leaking from his dick. He was soaking wet. Fuck it… it's not like he is going to know….
He grabbed his dick once again started to rub it. This time a little hardly. He just want it to go away. He gritted his teeth as he was hit by pleasure. Ah~
Slight moans leaving as he stroke his dick hardly. He kept on rubbing it but nothing was happening, He picked his pace but still nothing. He shut his eyes thinking about that omega. He thought about how he would look when he was shirtless. He definitely was sure he has some muscles on him. He thought about how would he look when he will be blushing. That sight must be so seductive. How he would bit on his lips. How good will he look when he will be under him, trembling as he thrust deep inside of him. How he would clenched around me, moaning my name. His tearful face as he scratched on my back as I gave him intense pleasure.
"Ah ah….. Jihoon" He moaned his name. He was reaching to my limit. He stroke my dick quickly and hardly. Pleasure was so intense that it was making him loose his body control. He gripped on shower head for support as he was almost reaching to his climax. "ah ah...."
He gritted his teeth due to the intense pleasure. His head rolled back as he climaxed. trying to catch his breath as he stared blankly at his hand which now covered with white sticky substance. He kept staring as he gulped on his saliva. Just what in hell.... I just did.
In a sudden rush of self-awareness, the weight of his actions hit him like a ton of bricks. Frantically, he scrubbed his hands, the harsh friction attempting to erase the stains of his recent actions. Once his hands were finally cleansed, he found myself transfixed by the sight of them, his eyes scrutinizing every inch. Embarrassment painted his cheeks a shade of crimson, a silent testament to the remorse swirling within him.
He didn't know what to do at this point. He turned around to see the mess he had just created in the bathroom. He sighed ashamed of his every action. He decided to clean himself and the washroom first.
Having meticulously rid himself of any traces of regrettable deeds, he proceeded to dry off and adorned himself in cozy pajamas, opting to forgo a top. Stepping out of the washroom, He found his gaze drawn to the reflection in the mirror, a moment of introspection washing over him as he contemplated the various decisions that have shaped his life.
Shaking his head in denial denying the fact he just jerk off to someone. Seated on the bed, the weight of regret settled heavily upon him. Frustration and remorse intertwining, he clutched his head with a harsh grip, the intensity of his internal turmoil manifesting in silent, visceral screams. I'm a piece of trash....a disgusting jerk....
To be continued...…