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when chan walks in the door that evening, he’s practically smacked in the face by his roommate’s heat scent.
“shit,” he mutters, shutting the door behind him gently and dropping his bag to the ground quietly. he fishes his phone from his pocket to shoot a text to changbin. much as he would love to offer to help his ridiculously beautiful roommate through his heat, he knows it’s smarter to simply sleep on his best friend’s shitty couch for a couple of days.
he should be used to the scent - his roommate smells like spiced apple cider, already warm and enticing on a normal day, but now it’s packed full of arousal and heat pheromones. chan swallows hard, trying to breathe through his mouth as he waits for a reply from changbin.
a loud moan suddenly erupts from the hallway where the bedrooms are located, and the world suddenly tilts dizzyingly sideways on chan. he drops his phone and slams a hand onto the wall to keep from keeling over onto the floor, cedarwood scent spiking accidentally. the moans stop suddenly. chan cusses silently. he’d hoped he could sneak out once changbin replied, not wanting to wait outside in the cold.
claim, his wolf growls from somewhere deep inside him. mate. shudders run down chan’s spine, and he curls his hands into fists and digs his nails into his palms. the sting does nothing to quell the heat building in his abdomen.
“chan-hyung,” the moan echoes in chan’s head as his knees buckle underneath him. “alpha, please.”
that’s it. chan’s gone. he’s kicking his shoes off, leaving all of his stuff in a pile on the floor in the entrance without even caring. he nearly barges into the omega’s room before freezing, realizing the scent is coming from chan’s room. he turns slowly and opens the door.
there, in chan’s bed, reclining back on chan’s pillows, clad in nothing but the sheen of sweat coating his skin, is lee minho, chan’s horrifyingly beautiful roommate. he’s staring at chan through half-lidded eyes, sly grin spreading across his face as he sees how affected chan is already. .
he’s hard as a rock, cock leaking against his toned stomach as he strokes it absently. his hole is dripping apple-scented slick onto chan’s bedsheets. the heat scent is strongest in here, cloying and sweet and heady. it feels like it’s invading chan’s brain, clouding it and making it impossible to think of anything but minho, minho, minho.
“why’re you in here?” chan asks, tongue feeling too thick in his mouth. minho’s smile widens.
“smells like you, hyung. wanted to - ah - wanted to smell like you,” he says as he smooths his thumb over the head of his cock. even in heat, minho’s a tease.
“fuck,” chan chokes. “shit, i can’t. we can’t.” his eyes flicker between minho’s face and his hand on his cock, seemingly unable to choose which is more appealing. bite, says his wolf. claim.
“oh, can’t we?” minho breathes. “come here, hyung, please.” chan’s eyes finally settle on minho’s, which are less sultry and more pleading now. “want you so much, alpha. have for ages.”
chan’s eyes darken and he moves, slowly, deliberately, toward minho. he tugs his shirt off as he does, revealing the muscular body he’s worked so hard for. minho’s eyes drag up and down his torso, drinking in the view so desperately he almost doesn’t notice chan stripping his pants off too. he’s standing at the end of the bed now, cock already straining against his boxer briefs.
“give me permission, minho, please,” says chan softly. “don’t wanna do anything if you don’t really want it.” minho keens deep in his chest, arching back against the mattress and baring his neck, eyes rolling back in his head. chan twitches at the sign of submission but doesn’t move. he needs to hear it.
“words, minho.”
at chan’s subtle command, minho cracks one eye open and says, “please, alpha. want you to touch me.”
minho’s barely finished the sentence when chan’s on top of him, tucking his nose into the crook of minho’s neck and scenting him. minho groans, clutching chan to him as the alpha nips and sucks at his throat, so close to the scent gland that he could scream.
chan’s head is swimming with minho’s scent, the taste of minho’s skin, the sounds he makes underneath him. he could do this for hours, mindlessly scenting minho and drinking in his scent, falling deeper and deeper under his spell.
minho, it seems, has other plans. he manages to flip them over so that he is on top of chan, straddling his hips. he’s breathtaking, skin gleaming in the sparse moonlight that’s peeking through the blinds. his eyes, though normally dark, are black with arousal. sweet slick drips onto chan’s underwear, soaking them through. he groans, hands sliding up to grab minho’s hips, but minho smacks his hands away.
this somewhat snaps chan out of his stupor, as his wolf snarls at the challenge. mark, it growls. claim. chan stares up at minho, every instinct in his body clamoring to slam the omega face down into the mattress and breed him, knot him, make him submit. but he doesn’t. he swallows hard, and moves his hands back down to his sides.
“good,” purrs minho, sliding his hands up chan’s sides to his chest. he tweaks at chan’s nipples, making him gasp. “thought since i’m in heat you’d be in charge, hm? think again, alpha.”
chan’s cock twitches under minho’s hips, and the omega grins wickedly. he dips his head to bite down on one of chan’s nipples, and chan cries out.
“i think you like it when your little omega dongsaeng takes control, channie,” says minho, tracing his hand up chan’s neck to his hair, where he tangles his fingers in chan’s curls and tilts his head back forcefully to expose his neck. “think you like to submit.”
chan’s wolf gnashes its teeth, growls viciously, howls in defiance. but chan whimpers, tilts his head further, and whines, “please.” his skin is burning, and he’s aching to be touched. the way minho is talking down to him, making him feel small and vulnerable, is sending electricity down his spine and driving him insane.
minho leans down and noses at chan’s scent gland. his cedar scent is spiking, mingling in the air with minho’s heat scent to create a heady aroma that could bring any wolf to their knees. the omega scrapes his teeth across chan’s gland, not quite hard enough to break the skin, and chan screams. he just wants the release, the catharsis that a claiming bite would give, but minho’s got him dangling over the edge with no relief.
chan’s thrashing underneath minho, scrabbling for purchase on the sheets. he realizes from somewhere outside his body that he’s babbling, begging for minho to claim him, bite him, fuck him. minho chuckles against his throat and sits back up.
“little pup just wants his knot inside something, yeah?” minho pouts mockingly at chan. “aigoo, poor thing.”
if chan weren’t so deep, he’d probably notice that minho’s voice is breathier now, more affected, but all he can focus on is how mean he’s being. a curl of shame for being so desperate blooms in his chest, but minho makes it disappear by bending down and kissing him for the first time.
minho’s mouth is hot, his teeth digging into chan’s lower lip to open him up. chan does his best, but soon he’s just letting minho take full control, licking into his mouth. chan keens as minho presses him harder into the mattress.
minho pulls back and chan has to consciously focus his eyes to look up at him. his roommate’s eyes are ablaze with lust, and his teeth are bared. chan thinks absently that he must look insanely fucked out, lips kiss-swollen, neck bared, eyes glazed over.
“fuck,” minho hisses. he moves back to tug chan’s soaked underwear off, and chan gasps at the sudden cool air on his cock. “fuck, pup’s been so good for me. gonna give you what you deserve, baby.” he shifts back onto chan’s hips, their cocks rubbing together. chan whines, hips canting up instinctively.
“ah ah ah,” says minho, a hand moving to chan’s hipbone and pressing down firmly. “you’ll take what i give you, pup. you wanna be good, yeah?” chan nods frantically, scent spiking in panic.
“such a good boy,” purrs minho, and then he lifts his hips and sinks down slowly on chan’s cock.
minho’s been dripping for hours at this point, so he slides down easily onto chan. despite that he’s still so tight and hot that chan almost cums immediately as he bottoms out. he hears a high-pitched whine from somewhere and realizes it’s him, keening as minho reaches the base of his cock.
“please,” chan moans, and he’s not even sure what he’s begging for. he just wants more, wants minho to take anything and everything he wants from chan, to use him.
“so polite,” gasps minho, digging his nails into chan’s shoulders. “i think i’ll oblige you just this once, pup.” as he finishes his thought, he lifts up and slams back down onto chan’s cock, making the alpha cry out.
minho sets a bruising pace, and chan couldn’t rip his eyes away from the omega if he tried. he watches the sweat dripping down minho’s collarbones as the younger throws his head back, moaning as chan’s cock hits his prostate just right. chan remembers his directions, but he just can’t help himself and he leans up to lick the sweat off of minho’s clavicle, tracing the bones with his tongue.
fingers curl in his hair and minho pulls him in closer, nails biting into the nape of his neck. chan shifts up, lapping up the scent on his neck and over his scent gland. minho moans, clenching down on chan’s cock.
he can feel his knot swelling inside minho and the drag of it against minho’s walls is making the pleasure build more and more quickly now, minho’s clearly getting close too, his movements growing less precise and more desperate.
“gonna cum,” chan gasps, hands coming up to brace himself on minho’s hips.
minho seems to have forgotten about his rule not to touch, merely replying, “yeah? ah - me too, baby. i’m so close, your cock’s so big. stretching me out so well, puppy.” chan bites down again, straining against every instinct he has to avoid the scent gland.
“go ahead, channie,” minho breathes. “you can mark me.” chan doesn’t even look up for permission, he just moves without thinking and sinks his teeth into minho’s scent gland and the world slows down around him.
minho shudders bodily as he cums, clenching tight as a vice around chan as his cock spills over his and chan’s stomachs. chan tastes blood but doesn’t let go. minho, still twitching from his orgasm, tucks his nose into chan’s neck and bites down on chan’s scent gland, clenching down on chan as he does.
chan sees white as he cums harder than he ever has in his life, the rush of ecstasy knocking the breath from his lungs as his knot swells to full size and he spills into minho. his nails drag down minho’s thighs, his scream of pleasure muffled into the omega’s neck.
as chan comes down, slower than he ever has, from his climax, minho releases his neck, licking the bite protectively to help the bleeding stop. chan holds on a little longer before doing the same. as he laps at the wound, minho hums happily, tilting his head to give his alpha better access (yes, chan thinks fiercely. his alpha).
chan doesn’t stop until the omega is shuddering in his grasp and he’s satisfied the wound smells enough like him. he pulls back and looks up at minho, who smiles down at him so affectionately chan feels his chest tighten. he carefully maneuvers them around the knot still swollen inside minho so that they’re spooning, chan’s arms protectively around the omega.
they don’t speak, but chan is, for once, not worried at all as their newly combined scents fill the air.
from: changbin
8:33pm: yeah man you can stay over it’s np
8:49pm: hyung are you okay?
(3) missed calls
9:17pm: if you’re boning him i’m gonna fucking kill you i bet jisung $200 it would take you another two cycles