One shots

I need my doms but they weren't here

He felt bad, horrible didn't describe the word he felt. He was naked in a ice cold bath somehow burning up and shivering while wanting to be filled up but The though if being touched grossed him out making him, now, dry heave. Though in the earlier morning he was actually vomiting breakfast, then water, but now it was nothing. Just air and spit. Lots of spit and drool. Was this even a heat anymore or a torture session, he asked himself. He got his answer as a wave of nausea hit him and heat enveloped his body. He moaned back arched before he gasped, while on his knees in front of the toilet he felt the need to scream in absolute pain. His ass no longer ached but instead it was a sharp pain, his dick felt like a needled was being slowly pushed through his tip. He was sweating, moaning and felt the need to heave again but thank god the door opened. He barely opened his eyes when the smell of his alphas hit his nose. He could only cry, in pain and relief that they were home, he was quickly picked up and a lubed cock gently pushed into his body. He screamed then, right there and then as he came without permission. He didn't care at all, it took a few minutes but when they both finished he was still clutched onto his alpha. "You knew today would be the worst, all of you knew and you left me. I woke up ALONE" he let go and started getting dressed. Pure rage flowed through his body and he put on his shoes, not even grabbing clothes he took his phone and keys before walking to the door. They made poor attempts at stopping him but he only told them to fuck off and pushed passed them.

Fuck alphas

One job, they had one job and they couldn't even be decent enough to tell him goodbye before they left. He sat there for HOURS miserable, he needed them to release in him, his body had to know it did good but no all of them left him