THE SWEET OMEGA 🚫 18+

“Nghh… ngh…”

The Omega’s grip on Tristan tightened.

He found himself pinned against the wall as the stranger desperately rubbed his hips against Tristan’s growing hardness.

Tristan glanced around the apartment and noticed the lights were off.

What was he supposed to do?

It was obvious the Omega was light-headed.

How was he meant to help? He could barely see anything, and didn’t have any suppressant pills on him.

The entire apartment was flooded with sweet, lemon-scented pheromones strong enough to make any Alpha lose control.

Tristan stood still for a moment, his own head was beginning to feel hazy. He tried prying the Omega off him again, but the man refused to let go.

The soft moans and hot breaths brushing against his ear and face weren’t helping at all.

Heat slowly pooled low in his stomach, spreading through his body.

This is dangerous.

Tristan could feel it clearly. He needed to do something before the situation spiraled out of control.

Fumbling around in the darkness, he finally found the light switch.

The room lit up, revealing the flushed face of the barely conscious Omega.

At that moment, Tristan froze.

“Wow… so pretty…” he murmured under his breath.

The Omega’s pale skin was tinted bright red as he rested his head weakly against Tristan’s chest.

When the Omega slowly fluttered his eyes open, Tristan was met with hazy brown eyes clouded with arousal.

His cupid-bow lips looked dry and slightly chapped.

What color would they turn if he pulled him closer and kissed him?

Tristan quickly shook the thought away.

“Are you okay, sir?”

“Bed…”

“Huh?” Tristan lowered his head closer to hear him.

“ bedroom is… over there…” the Omega whispered between shaky breaths, slowly directing his gaze upstairs.

Tristan glanced at the box of takeout he had come to deliver and sighed softly.

He draped the Omega’s arm over his shoulder and carefully supported him upstairs.

He still needed the customer to confirm the delivery.

The bedroom lights were already on. Tristan’s worried gaze swept across the room before settling on the bed.

The Omega clung to him like a koala the entire time as Tristan gently helped him lie down.

Just as Tristan tried to pull away, his grip tightened around him again, trapping him between his legs.

“Let’s do it…” he whispered against Tristan’s ear, staring at him through heavy, drowsy eyes.

“Do… do what?” Sweat gathered on his forehead.

It wasn’t what he was thinking… right?

“Sex… let’s do it.” The Omega ground his hips against Tristan’s hardness again.

No way. He had only come here to deliver dinner, not to have sex.

Tristan tried to untangle himself once more. He fought hard to rein in the urge to strip off his own clothes and—

“Ngh…hahh…” The Omega moaned louder now, grinding himself once again against Tristan’s stiff bulge.

“You’re hard… let’s do it, okay?” His hands slid down to unbuckle Tristan’s belt.

“Sir… sir, wait…” He should have said no and walked out, but his body refused to move.

Before Tristan could think again, the Omega had already pulled out his dick and started stroking him.

“Guhh… wait…” Tristan groaned.

His hands moved faster and faster around the tip, circling and pinching enough to make him melt from the pleasure.

It felt good. The lemon-scented pheromones tickled every inch of his body.

Fuck.

Tristan adjusted himself and pushed his pants down further.

Staring at the Omega, he lowered his head and kissed him passionately.

“So… pretty… ngh…” Tristan whispered against his skin, nibbling softly at the Omega’s pale neck.

The Omega increased his pace, stroking Tristan's dripping cock toward release.

Tristan gripped the sheets tightly and squeezed his eyes shut.

His hips began thrusting helplessly before he finally came, spilling cum all over the Omega’s olive-green pajamas.

“Hah… hahh…” Tristan’s chest rose and fell slowly. He opened his eyes, only to shut them again.

The sound of the Omega’s moans soothed his ears. He wanted to hear them louder.

If he touched him all over, would he cry out and release even more of those sweet-smelling pheromones?

Tristan watched as the Omega removed his clothes.

His lean, muscled body was as pale as porcelain.

Almost unreal under the lights.

Tristan stared speechlessly at his peach-coloured, pointed nipples that stood on his big chest.

The sweat drops on his body shone like crystal, and Tristan had this insane urge to lick every one of them.

The Omega was breathtakingly beautiful.

Tristan knelt on the bed before him.

His blue eyes watched intently as the Omega spread his legs apart, revealing his wet, dripping—

Fuck. What an erotic sight.

Blood rushed down his loins, and he felt himself harden once again.

“Take off your clothes, I'm waiting…”

“Yes… yes, sir.”

His voice made Tristan’s ears tingle once more, and he obeyed without hesitation.

“What are you staring at? Come over here.”

“Ohh, okay…” He scurried over, and the Omega pulled him in for a kiss.

The kisses are what drive Tristan crazy. Thrusting his tongue deep inside, he could taste the hot sweetness, and his head would go fuzzy with arousal.

He let his tongue trail down his skin and found his juicy nipples that tasted like heaven.

The Omega slipped his fingers into his wet hole, thrusting them deep inside.

His moans increased.

“Ngh… I want it… inside… now.”