Read on Twitter
[ Omega Photographer Вakugou ]
[ Аlpha Model Кirishima ]
Вakugou had never let his оmega status get in the way of his career. Not for a single moment. And he sure wasn't going to let that happen during his latest photoshoot either. Even if the аlpha model was hot as hell.
[ Аlpha Model Кirishima ]
Вakugou had never let his оmega status get in the way of his career. Not for a single moment. And he sure wasn't going to let that happen during his latest photoshoot either. Even if the аlpha model was hot as hell.
Even if the photoshoot was an erоtic near nude one.
Definitely not.
Definitely probably not.
...
Fuck.
Definitely not.
Definitely probably not.
...
Fuck.
It was alright while the red haired model was still dressed. His chest was pushing the buttons of his black shirt a tad too much, and his biceps were on the verge of splitting the fabric, and his leather pants were so fucking tight Вakugou wondered how he even got into them +
in the first place. But it was alright.
Вakugou could still ignore the tingle down south. And he wasn't aroused enough for it to affect his scent enough for the аlpha to smell it. It was alright.
And then it wasn't.
Вakugou could still ignore the tingle down south. And he wasn't aroused enough for it to affect his scent enough for the аlpha to smell it. It was alright.
And then it wasn't.
The model took his shirt off and reclined on the red leather couch - legs spread, an arm resting on the sofa's back, and a hand cupping the bulge in his pants.
He smirked, revealing white sharp teeth and Вakugou couldn't help wondering how they'd feel biting hard into his scent gland. He could bet they'd go straight through his scent patch, tear it to pieces.
Fuck, he needed to focus!
Fuck, he needed to focus!
He snapped several photos before instructing the model to unbutton his pants. And if anyone had told him his voice had wavered, he would've told them they needed their ears cleaned.
Кirishima followed the instructions, intense eyes never leaving the camera while he slowly worked on the buttons.
Вakugou wasn't near his heat. He had no reason to wear the special scent cancelling extra absorbent underwear he had to during his pre-heat. He wasn't supposed to get so fucking wet. And he wasn't supposed to fill the room with aroused оmega scent either.
And yet...
And yet...
He wishes he had worn the special underwear. His pants were baggy enough so they wouldn't soak immediately. But there was no way his scent wasn't advertising his condition. He took a few steps back, shooting from a distance, hoping his scent wouldn't reach the alpha that way.
But it did. Of course it did. The huge shit-eating grin Вakugou got from him as a result almost made his knees buckle.
Then the pants were off. And Вakugou wanted to sob. He was already leaking and throbbing. He really didn't need to smell the alpha's arousal as well. It was too much dammit! His hole was clenching down on nothing.
And it was pathetic but he wanted nothing more than to throw his camera away, get down on his knees, and present. It was obvious the alpha was packing the kind of knot that would ruin an оmega for life. And Вakugou wanted to get ruined so badly.
He wanted to get dicked down so good he'd leave a puddle of slick on the floor before getting plugged so tightly not a drop could escape anymore.
But he was a professional. And he had survived the photoshoot withou showing his leaking hole to the аlpha. Even if the whole studio smelled of his slick and would need at least an hour to air properly.
The alpha at least didn't comment on it. But he did leave a card with his phone number. And the second Вakugou was done getting off he'd throw the card away.
Definitely.
Definitely probably.
...
Definitely.
Definitely probably.
...
Вakugou stuck a knotted dildo on the seat of his office chair. He had to go through the photos, choose which ones to work on and which ones were trash. And then edit them. And it was simply not possible to do all that on an empty hole.
Good thing the chair's seat was a leather one because he was going to soak it thoroughly.
He looked at the card which was still very much not in the trash and sat down with a content sigh. He rocked in his chair and bit his lower lip. Then he got to work.
He looked at the card which was still very much not in the trash and sat down with a content sigh. He rocked in his chair and bit his lower lip. Then he got to work.
He was definitely not going to call the alpha model.
Definitely not.
Definitely probably not.
...
The End
Definitely not.
Definitely probably not.
...
The End
