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chan knew what happy, content omega smelled like-- sweet and rich and familial. it made her feel protective and happy too, and alert to her surroundings in a way that didn't feel anxious or paranoid. chan liked that about being an alpha, that her protectiveness was instinctual. she liked seeing everyone together and safe and happy, and feeling like she had made that possible.
felix, though. felix tested chan's restraint in a way no one else did. even the other two omegas didn't tempt her as sorely as felix did. even through their heavy-duty scent blockers and suppressants, chan could still smell her sometimes, light and sweet in a way that reminded her of perfectly toasted bread with butter and honey. or maybe sprinkles on top.
chan actually spent a lot of time thinking about the particulars of felix's scent. felix often stole chan's oversized sweaters and sleep shirts, and when they appeared again in chan's laundry basket she couldn't resist the urge to smell them where felix's scent was strongest, at the collars and armpits. she imagined pressing her face against felix's throat, opening her mouth against the vulnerable juncture of neck and shoulder and tasting that scent from the source, marking felix's skin with her teeth and tongue.
she was ashamed at first of how much felix's scent turned her on, but as time went by and her secret feelings deepened, she felt less shame and more sadness. felix was like sunlight, bright and warm and necessary and chan couldn't covet her.
until now.
the first thing she noticed was that felix was fidgeting more than usual. they were filming a dance practice in the studio and it was unlike felix to be so twitchy. she fiddled with the hem of her shorts, with the sleeves of her hoodie, with its cropped hem, and tapped her feet and shook her leg like jisung often did.
chan stayed close to her, but that didn't seem to help. they were all loaded up on blockers because otherwise the windowless practice room would be unbearable. chan kind of resented not being able to smell her packmates, but after this many years their body language was clear enough to her. and felix was clearly nervous.
she wasn't unhappy or uncomfortable, though. felix returned chan's smiles and bantered comfortably with jisung as though nothing was wrong, and through it all, her slender body held tension. and when chan slung her arm around felix and pulled her close, she felt felix's heart beating more quickly than usual. maybe she's just excited to film, chan thought, and put it aside.
the pieces all fell together when they got ready to start dancing and felix was hesitant to get in position. she was wearing black shorts and tall black socks that reached up past her knees, so a sliver of bare thigh showed between the socks and the hem of the shorts. when she got onto chan's shoulders, her bare skin seared through chan's t-shirt. and then chan smelled it-- slick. hot and honeyed and unmistakably from felix.
she moved on autopilot, and thankfully they had drilled the steps and the song so many times that it made for a good first take, and second take, and finally they nailed it on the third. and then chan excused herself to the bathroom to splash cold water on her face. she was more than halfway hard. fortunately she'd worn loose basketball shorts and put on a dance belt this morning, so the.... situation... had been mostly undetectable.
a few minutes of determined thinking about their upcoming promotion schedule and chan felt mostly normal again. she walked back out, prepared to control herself.
that night though, chan couldn't focus on work. she kept remembering the heat of felix's skin, her heartbeat kicking up when chan touched her, and then that smell.
she could push it aside now and be functional, with her years of practice. but if she was honest with herself, chan was insane with it, all the time. after years of restraint, years of telling herself felix couldn't possibly want her back and to stay cool, now she had confirmation that felix did want her.
but even if felix did physically want her back, it probably wasn't a forever, true-love kinda thing for her like it was for chan. she probably couldn't help but be attracted to chan, her pack alpha. her protector. it didn't have to mean anything that felix smelled the most like home.
people often talked about true love and fated mates, especially between an alpha and an omega. most of that stuff was bullshit, chan knew, but a little part of her had been thrilled when felix presented as an omega just after their debut. that little romantic corner of her heart, mostly bullied into silence, bloomed with hope that felix would run into her arms and cling to her and call her my alpha.
of course that didn't happen, because this was real life and not a drama.
so chan contented herself with the usual friendly clinging instead, enjoyed felix's sweet scent on her clothes, and tried not to think about it too much.
but she couldn't avoid thinking about it anymore. now she knew what felix's-- she couldn't even bear to finish the thought.
she tried valiantly to finish cutting down a recording session, and when she couldn't make herself focus any longer, she closed the editing software and opened her vpn.
even porn didn't help though. chan subscribed to a few performers she liked, and as she scrolled through her feed, she realized that she'd been interested in almost all of them because they reminded her of felix in some way. she scrolled past the cute omegas in skirts and thigh highs, past the bratty little alpha whose beta boyfriend kept her knot in a chastity cage. she settled on the hot, curvy beta girl, admiring her nice big cock, only to quit the video in frustration when her slender omega partner came into the scene with cat ears on.
felix would look cute with cat ears. and those cat paw stockings. maybe with nothing else except one of chan's shirts. at first she'd be all flustered and pulling the hem down because it wouldn't be quite long enough to cover her ass. but she would quickly forget and stretch herself languidly out in chan's bed, and then the shirt would ride up to display her soft thighs and her trim little hips and her pussy. her tiny, perfect breasts, not even a handful, would be obscured in the hoodie– chan would push it up, of course, exposing them to her greedy eyes. and hands and mouth. felix would make the cutest noises if chan pinched her nipples. especially if she was pinned down. chan knew she was self-conscious about how small her breasts were; she'd cried about it in chan's arms more than once. chan wanted to worship them, to show felix how sexy she was. how much chan wanted her.
chan knew felix liked to shave her legs, so it was plausible that she would shave her pussy too. it would be all cute and bare so chan could see the shine of slick on her labia, smelling sweet-salty and body-warm and tempting. but honestly it would be equally sexy if she didn't shave her pussy, if there was hair between her legs just like the hair on her arms, soft and sparse. it would trap the scent of her slick, and chan wanted to taste it too. wanted to find the stiff little nub of felix's clit with her tongue and suck on it until felix begged her to stop. she squeezed the base of her cock over her sweats, feeling the beginnings of a knot forming at the base.
maybe chan wouldn't stop, though. felix was stronger than she looked, but chan knew she could definitely overpower her. she wanted to overwhelm felix with pleasure. she wanted to feel felix's hands pulling at her hair and shoving ineffectually at her shoulders, and hear her crying out when chan made her come. and then it would be easy to hold felix down with her legs spread while she was still delirious from her orgasm. she could even pull the hoodie off and have felix, her poor sweet girl, helpless and bare-breasted under her. whimpering in embarrassment and protest when chan licked at her nipples and palmed at the tiny swell there. would she cry when she felt the head of chan's cock rub against her? it didn't matter if she cried, her pussy would be dripping wet with slick and chan's spit, and ready to take her to the hilt.
sweet, perfect little slut, chan could whisper, and watch felix writhe, flustered. she would be so perfect, getting wet even though she sobbed and begged to stop.
chan shoved her sweatpants down to her knees and stroked herself in earnest now, her other hand clenched in a fist at her side. it would be so hot and tight inside felix's cunt. she could pin felix's thighs open-- watch her struggle vainly to close her legs. all those squats and deadlifts and felix still wouldn't be able to get away. all her struggling would only make her clench around chan, around her big cock. would felix whine that it was too big? or would she be too overwhelmed to speak, making cute desperate noises? she imagined felix begging and pleading in her sweet husky alto voice. first for mercy and then to get it deeper, harder. and finally only able to pant out single words -- unnie, mommy, please, hurts... chan wanted to soothe her with sweet words and give absolutely no mercy.
chan staved off her orgasm as long as she could, prolonging the fantasy. tying felix's slender wrists to her headboard. keeping her there in chan's bed, touching her, using her whether she liked it or not.
but maybe felix would like it, thought chan. she liked being picked up, thrown around, being teased and mock-bullied. maybe she really would want this too. fuck, she had gotten wet for it. for chan lifting her up. trusting chan to hold her. what if she wouldn't think this was fucked up, what if she would want chan's sick, twisted love anyways--
don't wish, she interrupted herself savagely, that's too far.
and then she distracted herself thinking about the slick she'd smelled. how it would taste mixed with her own cum. she could lick felix clean and then fill her up again until felix was exhausted, her legs falling open and her throat bared in submission for chan's bite. chan squeezed her knot, nearly completely full, her breathing uneven.
she imagined felix in heat, mindless with lust and fever and compelled in spite of herself to seek a knot. she would be so cute all flushed, with tears streaking her face. her red mouth open, eyes rolled back in pleasure as chan bred her. how chan's knot would stretch her little cunt, stuffed full.
the thought of felix, mate-marked and pregnant afterwards, unmistakably claimed and satisfied, was what undid chan. her knot swelled under her fingers and she came with a deep groan, halfheartedly covering her mouth with her free hand. years of habit from living in dorms had trained her to be as quiet as possible.
she had a few moments of afterglow, refuge in the sensations of her own body, before her mind took over again and reminded her that she just jerked off to thoughts of her best friend. worse, thoughts of forcing herself onto felix when she was vulnerable.
i would never, she told herself. i would never force her. i would never hurt her. and the sickest, darkest part of her mind answered, even though you want to.