Love Me, My Omega!

Like an innocent kid, I got all flustered and my face flushed just because he spoke to me.

I shouldn't be feeling this way. I like Justin. I really do. But with this person in front of me... the feelings I have for Justin are nothing compared to what I feel right now.

"Uh... H-Hey," I stuttered as my face became redder.

He giggled, which made my heart race even faster. "I haven't seen you around before. Are you new here?" He asked as he took a sip from his drink.

Ah... That drink is the same as mine. What did he call it again? Cos... Cosmopolitan?

"Ah, yes. It's my first time here," I said and shifted my eyes elsewhere. I can't make eye contact with him. It feels so weird.

"You look quite young," he said and giggled. I glanced at him and saw that he was smiling at me. "Well, I just turned 18 recently, so I guess I am," I said and took a sip from my drink. "Oh, we're the same age, then!" He said happily as his eyebrows raised in delight. "Are you alone?" He asked as he looked around as if he's searching for someone who must have accompanied me. "I came here with my friends but they're currently busy flirting right now," I said and let out a soft chuckle.

I can't believe those bastards actually just left me all alone in an unfamiliar place like this.

"Hmm? Why don't you flirt as well so you can keep yourself busy?" He said as he put his elbow on top of the counter and rested his chin on his hand. My eyes widened because of his suggestion and I felt my face heating up again.

He laughed and said, "Just kidding. Just do whatever you want."

I felt like the whole world was in slow motion when he laughed. That was certainly a sight for sore eyes. His laugh keeps replaying on my mind even though he was already talking to me again. I couldn't hear anything but his laugh that was playing on my mind as if it was on loop.

My heart is fluttering.

"Are you alright?" He asked as he tilted his head. I laughed awkwardly and said, "Ah, yes. Please excuse me for a while. I have to go to the restroom." I stood up without even waiting for his response.

This is bad.

Really bad.

I went to the restroom and went inside a cubicle. I looked down and saw that there was a huge bulge in my pants which made me sigh.

I bit my lower lip and squeezed my eyes shut.

This can't be happening. Really, Xander? Really? You're getting turned on just because of his laugh? I mean, I do admit that he's plenty attractive, but I never thought he'd have his kind of effect on me.

I'm fucking crazy. He'd definitely think I'm a weirdo if he knew this.

I've always been confident in my ability to resist temptations and not getting turned on easily, but because of him, I'm starting to doubt myself already. Not only that, but this feels so weird because he's a stranger! Heck, I don't even know his name!

Haaa... Am I seriously gonna touch myself right now? There's no way I can just leave myself like this. Aside from it being so noticeable, it's starting to hurt, too.

I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants. I took my penis out, and before I could even start fapping, I suddenly jumped when I heard someone speak from above.

"What are you doing?" I immediately looked up as my eyes widened, and saw someone peeking at me from the other cubicle. His amber eyes were sparkling in amusement as he looked at me.

"I-I... I uh..." I swallowed hard.

How do I get out of this situation? This is so embarrassing. Even my family has never caught me masturbating. I mean, well... I haven't started yet, but what I was about to do was obvious.

And why is he even peeking from there?! Isn't that a crime?

"You need help with that?" He asked as he smiled.

He's... a total lunatic or a total pervert.

"N-No thanks," I said as I put my dick inside my boxer shorts and zipped my pants again. "Hmm? Why did you put it back in? It'll hurt if it stays that way for long," he said as he tilted his head a bit.

"Never mind that. Why are you peeking from there? Are you a pervert?" I asked as I glared at him.

Beautiful my ass. He's insane. I don't want anything to do with him anymore.

He just shrugged and chuckled.

I sighed and bit my lower lip. "Please don't do that again. I won't sue you or anything. Just please... please leave me alone," I said as I looked up again.

My brows raised when I didn't see him there anymore.

Where did he...

"Are you stupid or what? You didn't even lock the door," he said as he opened the cubicle door with a smile on his face.

Ah...

"Why are you here?" I said as I stepped backward. "You look like you need help," he said and looked at my crotch. I covered it with my hands and said, "I already said I don't need your help."

I took a deep breath when I felt my dick twitching inside my pants.

"Hmm, okay. I'm going back to the bar counter. I'll be waiting there," he said and winked before leaving.

I immediately locked the cubicle and leaned my back against the door as I unzipped my pants once again.

"Haaa... haaa..."

I started touching myself, rubbing my dick with my hands in an up and down motion.

I closed my eyes as beads of sweat rolled from my forehead down to my neck. My heart is beating so fast.

Masturbating in a place like this feels so disgusting.

His face suddenly flashed in my mind and without realizing it, I already came.

I looked at my hand that has cum all over it and suddenly imagined that it was his face.

His face... His face with my cum on it...

I closed my eyes tightly and took a few deep breaths.

Haha... I must be out of my goddamn mind. I shouldn't do this. I really shouldn't be doing this.

I went out and washed my hands. As I lifted my head up, I saw my face that was reflected in the mirror.

My eyes trembled when I saw how flushed my face was and how sweaty I am right now. I swallowed hard and clenched my teeth, feeling angry at myself for masturbating because of a stranger.

I turned the faucet off and dried my hands with some tissue, and went out. I walked back to the bar counter, but before I completely walked there, I stared at him for a while.

It was like he was in a daze. He was staring blankly at his drink, lost in thought. Two men approached him which made me alarmed.

What are they doing?

It seemed like they were bothering him. He had an uncomfortable look on his face as he spoke with them.

I gritted my teeth as I watched them touch his shoulders.

"Those bastards."

I marched towards them and held their wrists. I glared at them and said, "What are you doing?"

Without realizing it, I unconsciously let out a large amount of pheromones that was enough to make someone fall unconscious.

"Ch-Chill out, man. We were j-just... haaa..." The man held his forehead and soon fell to the floor. I turned to look at the other man and saw that he was holding his nose as if he felt nauseous. He staggered on his feet and bumped into someone which made him fall on the floor, too.

I lowered my gaze without lowering my head and looked at them with cold eyes. Despite the neon lights, I can still see how their complexion turned pale.

"Fuck off," I said firmly with a warning tone in my voice.

I felt something warm on my arm and saw that it was him, grabbing my arm for support.

I was late to realize that he was an omega. I didn't think that he was because there wasn't even a faint smell of pheromones on him. I thought he was just a beautiful beta.

I then realized that I was letting out my pheromones continuously, that everyone around us moved away to avoid whiffing my pheromones.

It seems like even the betas are affected by my scent. The person who's most affected right now is him, the omega who's currently holding onto me. I immediately took full control of my pheromones and stopped emitting them right away.

"Y-You... haa... haaa..." He kept panting as he looked at me with droopy eyes. At this rate, he might actually fall unconscious.

I took some money from my wallet and placed it on the bar counter, and did not wait for the change.

"I'm sorry," I said as I wrapped my arms around his body to carry him. I lifted him up and as I walked to the door, everyone made way for us.

I went to the motel across the club and paid for a room where I could leave him.

I placed him gently on the bed and tucked him under the blanket.

"I'm so sorry," I said again as I looked at him, sweating profusely.

My eyes widened when he suddenly pulled my arm. Thankfully, before I could fall on top of him, I put my arm on the bed for support so I wouldn't fall completely.

"If you're so sorry, then sleep with me."