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woojin kicked off his shoes the moment the door shut behind him.
the faint click of the lock echoed through the silence, and he let out a shaky breath.
woojin pressing the back of his hand against his forehead. his skin felt hot, his pulse uneven.
the cramped apartment wasn’t much: a tiny couch, a desk littered with textbooks and notes and fabric, and a bed tucked into a room in the corner
but right now, it felt like he was a cage.
WOOJIN
i just need a shower, some meds…
the scent clinging to his skin; seojun’s scent from the elevator & wouldn’t leave him.
it had settled into his chest, stirring his stomach, making his heat stir faster. his body ached for relief, and he hated how helpless it made him feel.
he stumbled toward the bathroom, tugging at his tie. the mirror caught his reflection: flushed cheeks, glassy green eyes, lips parted in shallow breaths.
WOOJIN
get it together, park woojin
WOOJIN
youve been through worse
the cold water spashed onto his face, but the heat curled through his veins.
woo jin braced himself against the sink, water dripping down his neck, but his skin still burned like fire.
his shirt was clinging uncomfortably, every brush of fabric across his chest making him twitch.
he groaned, tugging it over his head and tossing it aside.
his body was already slick with sweat, the air heavy with the faint sweet tang of his pheromones.
the heat made them leak uncontrollably, filling the small apartment.
he tried to take a steady breath, but all he caught was that — the lingering trace of seojun’s scent.
it clung to his memory, sharper than anything else, and the thought of it made his co*k twitch inside his slacks.
woo jin unbuttoned quickly, almost desperately, pushing his pants down. his hand wrapped around himself, already hard, already aching, and the relief of even that small touch made his knees weak.
WOOJIN
“ngh— shit, i can’t…
but the ache inside was unbearable. it wasn’t just his co*k. it was deeper, lower.
he pressed two fingers between his cheeks, slick already gathering there from his body preparing, desperate.
he pushed against his rim, circling, teasing before slipping inside. his head fell back, a broken whine spilling out.
woojin bit down on his lip, his hole clenching around his own fingers, needy, unsatisfied.
he tried working them in deeper, scissoring, stretching, but it only made the emptiness sharper.
his thighs trembled, sweat sticking to his skin as he f**ked himself on his own hand, hips jerking.
he couldn’t stop the sounds—little gasps, cries, begging for more even though there was no one there to give it.
he was messy, leaking across his stomach and the floor. his hole fluttering around his fingers, but it still wasn’t enough.
some heats made it impossible to feel full without an alpha, without a knot.
his voice cracked, nails digging into his thigh as he shoved his fingers deeper, chasing a relief that wouldn’t come.
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shizi ah
As a busy mom, it's hard to make time for reading, but this book reminded me why I should. 😍
2025-08-17
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