Your teeth fucking HURT. Your rut wasn't for another few days but your teeth hurt as if you were a newly presented pup. You had been on suppressants so damn long that rut hit you like a truck each time you came off them when medically advised. Soap had no problem helping though as an omega. His scent thick in your nose as his thumb ran across the sore fangs. Drool running down your chin as you kneeled there for him. Tail twitching behind you while he looked at you with sickly sweet eyes.