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Not that he cared too much about gender, neither the first nor the second one was anything to judge people by but Jongin also had a lot of experience with annoying and rude alphas, so he really didn’t want to spend much time with them if he could help it.
Applying to this college though, Jongin knew mixed dorms were the norm. Something about healthy work environment with all different types of people and stuff, and diversity was a good thing but Jongin still would have preferred a beta or omega dormmate.
It couldn’t be helped in the end, Jongin sure wouldn't be the one throwing a fit and making a big deal out of this just so annoying idiots could get their gotcha moment about how fussy and dramatic omegas were. Even if Jongin could be quite dramatic, at least his friends thought so, but what did they know? He was just passionate about a lot of things, excited and maybe just maybe a teeny tiny bit dramatic. Don't tell Kyungsoo he admitted that though.
Kyungsoo was also the one currently waiting for him to finish his unpacking and meet up for dinner as the older had promised to take the omega out as a welcome to college life.
Going out to a cheap ramyeon shop seemed to be sufficient apparently as Kyungsoo stopped in front of a rundown hole in the wall shop with blinking neon lights and foggy windows. The seating outside was crowded with smokers and delivery drivers waiting for their orders. As one of them came out of the shop a whiff of sweet tanginess blew into their faces and Jongin felt a bit stupid for ever doubting his Hyung.
Inside the small restaurant seemed less crowded as it unexpectedly stretched far into the building, a few tables occupied but the two men easily found a spot for their own dinner plans.
Kyungsoo barely waiting until they were seating before getting up again, signaling Jongin to stay put and vanishing to the front of the shop again. This time Jongin didn't waste time questioning Kyungsoo, the older man’s palate quite exquisite so nothing short of scrumptious would find its way on their table.
Waiting, the omega scanned the shop, observing the few other patrons, recognizing a few from their campus. It must be quite popular then or maybe just really cheap.
Soon enough his friend came back carrying two steaming bowls, setting them down as Jongin peaked over the rim, his glasses immediately fogging up as Kyungsoo snickered above him and sat down next to him.
“Be careful, don’t burn yourself like last time.”
“Hyung, don’t be annoying.”
“Then don’t be stupid”, the older dodged the sneaky elbow, Jongin grumbled at the failed revenge attempt. “You’re the worst.”
“The worst Hyung ever, treating to you to a delicious meal after a long day of work. You poor soul, poor little Jongin.”
The omega blushed, his ears red with something between embarrassment and guilt. Before he could admit defeat or dig his hole deeper, Kyungsoo perked up, lightly nudging Jongin and gestured into the direction of the entrance to the shop.
“Nini, look! Isn’t that your guy?”
And not even the truly delicious soup was enough to keep the disgusted grimace of his face as Jongin’s eyes landed on the newcomer, his friend’s word causing a shudder running over his back. “What the fuck do you mean ‘my guy’?”
“It’s your alpha, right? Your dormmate?”
“You are truly indisputably the worst Hyung and friend I’ve ever had.”
Kyungsoo ignored the comment and face and very clear signals Jongin was sending him, instead throwing his hand up and waving to the tall guy.
“Oi, Chanyeol, over here!”
The alpha’s face brightened as he caught sight of Kyungsoo and Jongin, immediately making his way towards them, greeting them with a big smile.
“You guys, good to see you’re getting some food after all that moving stress, huh? I heard the Ramyeon is great here! How do you like it Jongin?”
Hearing his name suddenly, Jongin tore his gaze from the drowning egg in front of him and glanced upwards, mustering his dormmate carefully, his stomach twisting at the smell of something musky and earthy, familiar but quite hard to pin down. The alpha was dressed in his usual tie-up boots, paired with baggy dark gray pants decorated with a few heavy looking chains, a leather jacket tacked with various patches rounding up the messy look that Chanyeol must be going for.
“It’s good.”
He could practically feel Kyungsoo rolling his eyes at him. He cleared his throat, being rude was not one of his quirks. “You should get the spicy one with yuzu, Hyung got it for me and he always knows best.”
Ha! A recommendation and a compliment for the worst Hyung, how was that for being a rude child. Not that Kyungsoo had actually called him that, but Jongin liked to stay on top of things.
Chanyeol smile widened, however that was possible, and thanked him before excusing himself again, something about friends waiting for him. Hard to believe anyone would wait for that guy but Jongin wouldn’t waste anymore time on that alpha.
“See, I was right! Your guy.”
Kyungsoo held up a hand as Jongin wanted to start again.
“Ah, ah, shhh. You said it yourself, I know best after all.”
*
Sometimes Jongin wondered if other students had the same struggled as him. Kwonho probably didn’t, his childhood friend had taken quite a different path for his future after picking autonomous vehicle engineering or something as his major. Jongin imagined there were a lot more numbers and way less stretching involved in his friends’ class preparations. Also, maybe way less laundry which the omega envied him for, collecting his towel off the floor and tossing it into his workout bag.
Disconnecting his phone from the speakers, silence finally filled the studio, elegance lost as sore muscles ached when he slipped into his shoes and pulled a suspiciously large sweater over his head. Must be Sehunnie’s, the other always left his shit at Jongin’s place and then complained about Jongin stealing it as if he would ever wear those atrocious colors, well safe for right now and maybe on early coffee hauls and that one time when Chanyeol had made fun of him for always smelling like a bakery.
What a stupid thing to say! As if one had any choice of their scent. And you don’t hear Jongin complaining about the pungent and musky scent their dorm was filled every time Chanyeol would come back from one of his ‘shows’. It was bordering unpleasant but Jongin kept his mouth and door shut, knowing not even the best blocker could help in certain situations.
But that alpha had laughed about the sweetness of Jongin’s scent with his friends, comparing it to a dessert buffet as if he wasn’t a person but just something those alphas could take and devour. Yuck, no thank you!
Maybe Sehunnie’s hoodie had been the right choice after all. Working on his routine for his contemporary class, the omega was worked up resulting in his body releasing pheromones which were luckily toned down by the earthy scent of his friend.
It wasn’t that late so if Chanyeol was already home, he probably would be still awake and Jongin did not want to deal with weird comments right now.
Texting the owner of his saving grace Jongin made his way to the subway station.
Sehun replied almost instantly, telling him off for stealing his hoodie yet again. Jongin huffed in amusement as Sehun graciously offered to forget about it if Jongin took him out for lunch later this week. His friend was such a menace, there was a good waffle place though that Jongin had wanted to check out.
Once he made it home, Jongin was ready to just fall face first into his bed and sleep until the next training session would inevitably start but he couldn’t do that just yet. He needed a shower, badly. Chanyeol was on his bed, laptop on his lap, headphones of his messy head of hair, focused on weird green lines and blue boxes, probably not even noticing the omega.
That worked just fine for Jongin, who dropped his training bag and immediately made his way to the bathroom. The hot water running over his tired body felt like heaven, even just a few minutes under the hot stream worked wonders on his aching muscles. After drying himself and spending a few more minutes on his nighttime routine Jongin walked back to his bed, rubbing his still wet hair with a towel.
This time around Chanyeol had noticed him coming back, turning around as Jongin walked into the room, looking as tired as Jongin felt. His eyes were red and puffy, it was quite off-putting how he stared at Jongin before he seemed to remember some manners.
“Ah, you’re home back late. Session went well?”
Chanyeol voice was rough, as if he hadn’t spoken in a few hours and Jongin felt a shiver run over his back. Pulling his sleep shirt over his head Jongin just hummed.
“Gonna sleep now, good night.”
His own voice sounded cold but he would blame it on the exhaustion dragging him down into his own sheets, Chanyeol didn’t seem to mind. Maybe he hadn’t even heard him, face still glued to the screen lighting up their room.
Breathing out, Jongin gave into the drag, letting sleep take over his senses, the mechanically clicking with the soft humming almost hypnotizing. He was fast asleep as Chanyeol finally did glance at his sleeping form, gaze frowning at the bag with a familiar hoodie thrown onto.
“Sehunnie, huh?”
*
Jongin turned again, his whole body one numb log. His head hurt, a migraine pounding thanks to drinking way too little during practice and these stupid uncomfortable earplugs sending spikes of pain every time he moved his head. He hated sleeping with them in, yes it made everything a bit quieter but he also woke up feeling so sore and he just needed to be rested tomorrow.
His group was supposed to have a first run through their performance and Jongin would be dammed if he was the weak link, costing them their grade so early in the semester. Yixing also would only be around for a few more weeks before traveling back to China for some show, Jongin already felt pressured enough to not waste their practice time.
And he was sure he would be already asleep if that stupid dorm mate of his would just be a normal human being for once.
But no, even with earplugs and his blanket covering his face, the low bass and rhythmic beat could still be heard. That alone maybe would be not that bad, but the constant clicking and random words sang and that weird grunting really threw the wannabe lullaby.
They had been over this, Chanyeol worked best at night, Jongin slept best at night. Well not really, but it was just the time of the day he had lots of hours spare to sleep because humans just slept at night and to explain this over and over, it was getting tiring.
Giving up the sleepy omega moved onto his side, pillow tugged down to hug it tightly to his chest, his eyes searched for the offending figure.
It took a few minutes for his eyes to adjust to the almost darkness, not that he could make out much as his sight without glasses or contacts was just too blurry. The soft light of the laptop gave Chanyeol a rather weird shape as the alpha’s body blended into the darkness.
The slight bobbing of his head and the fingers ghosting over the keyboard were still recognizable to Jongin. Every now and then Chanyeol even heaved what must have been his guitar onto his bed, strumming along to whatever beat he was working on right now.
The heavy beats and aggressive pacing had turn into an almost melancholic melody now, slower tunes playing from the speakers as Chanyeol hummed along, soft words mixing into the work. The blurry sight was almost hypnotizing, Jongin hadn’t even realized his earplugs weren’t plugged correctly, eyes growing heavier with each strum.
It didn’t take much longer until the omega finally found his way to the dream world, the sad melody still accompanying in his dreams.
*
Sehun was lounging on his bed. There was no better word to describe the way his friend was spread out on his own bed, plastic cup in one hand while typing away on his phone with the other one. Droplets of condensations water dripped onto Jongin’s sheet and the omega huffed. He couldn’t be mad at his friends though as Sehun had also just raised one perfect eyebrow at him as he rediscovered his own missing hoodie on Jongin’s desk, not even asking for it back.
Sehun and Chanyeol were somewhat friends so his friend didn’t understand all of Jongin’s resentment but he supported him anyways. Sehun loved agitating other people, getting on their nerves and causing drama without actually taking part in it. That’s why the two of them always had their little bachelor weekends with giggling over stupid people falling all over themselves for some sex and fun.
“What are you even looking for?”
The other didn’t even look up from the screen his eyes seemed glued to as Jongin went through his closet yet again. Every nook had been searched, every drawer taken out and dump on the floor and he was still unsuccessful.
“My lace tights, the black ones! They have to be here somewhere; Mrs. Koo was very clear about the attire we were supposed to wear for the show. I had them last week and I didn’t take them anywhere but the studio. But they’re not here!” To underline his words Jongin took a punch of his spilled cloths and threw them over the floor.
“Buy new ones then.” Entirely too calm words followed by that horrible gargling sound of slurping boba when there’s not enough tea anymore.
“I sincerely hope you choke one day.”
Sehun sent him an unimpressed look and gargled on.
Jongin groaned, falling face forward into the pile of dumped socks.
“I need them tonight! I don’t have time to go shopping and I probably won’t find a fitting pair anyways.” His voice was muffled but Jongin made sure to sigh extra loudly so his friend would finally understand his misery.
More gargling followed and the door being thrown open and being slammed again.
“Uhm, is he okay?”
Great, Chanyeol was just what had been missing from Jongin’s perfect hell day. It was his dorm too but still Jongin didn’t want to deal with the other right now, he really just wanted to get his outfit together and be off for the finally run-through. This performance was the basis for his grade this semester and Jongin wouldn’t allow himself to finish anything below top 3 of the class.
“Yeah, he suffocated thank to his smelly socks. Gone too soon, was a good fella.”
Chanyeol snickered at the comment as Jongin whipped his head up, pouting at his friend.
“My socks do not smell!”
“What’s going on? Are closets out now?”
“What?”
Chanyeol gestured to the mess on their floor, half of their room covered in various pieces of clothing Jongin had thrown around in his desperate search for his beloved tights. The alpha didn’t look at mad but instead curious, gaze sweeping over the different types of fabrics until his eyes got stuck on a certain glittery top that was more of a flimsy shawl. Jongin blushed snatching the piece away from the prying eyes and stuffing it back in one of the empty drawers.
“Don’t be such a creep. I’m just looking for something.”
It was Chanyeol’s turn to blush at being called out for gawking at Jongin’s wardrobe. Sehun finally made a choking sound, hopefully the one dying this time around, cause of death tapioca and being a shithead.
Jongin began searching again, going through the stuff dumped on the floor as Chanyeol looked from a coughing Sehun back to the omega, looking rather constipated. Jongin eyed him warily as the weird grimace turned into a shocked one.
“Wait, tell me what are you looking for?”
Just as Jongin wanted to hiss at the alpha to mind his own fucking business, Sehun betrayed him one more time.
“He’s looking for some fancy tights for his big show tonight. Do you have a spare maybe?”
Jongin made a mental note to block Sehun from his cousin’s phone. Enough of being a brat that man had to learn some manners too.
“Wait, no but wait, are those the super fine ones with the flowers?”
Halting his movements as he pushed the drawer closer, Jongin stared at Chanyeol as Chanyeol stared back, both of them getting redder by the second.
“What? How do you know there’s flowers on them? Did you fucking take them?” Jongin must have be looking murderous if the way Chanyeol stepped back was anything to go by.
Even Sehun had gasped at Chanyeol’s revealing question.
“Dude, did you seriously steal Nini’s panties? That’s so fucking weird, even for you”
This day really couldn’t get any worse. His bed soaked with milk tea, losing his favorite tights, messing up his grade and now his criminal record too? Jongin would kill Chanyeol, he had to. Sehun would help though, there’s always a silver lining.
“Wait, no! I did not steal them! Never! That’s fucked up! I just took them because I was doing laundry on some flimsy stuff and thought you didn’t need them in this weather. I’m really sorry Jongin, I really thought you wouldn’t be wearing them for a while and listen, I’m really sorry.”
The desperate ramble did little to tamper Jongin’s anger, the kind gesture morphing into a real nightmare.
“I will get them! They’re at my friends. She wanted to add a bunch of her things to the pile and I wanted to wash them tomorrow or so but I’ll get them right now. God, I am so sorry.”
Before Jongin or Sehun could get a word out or even process what the frazzled alpha had revealed said alpha spun around, practically running out of the dorm to god knows where.
“Not one word, Oh.”
*
The door slammed shut behind him, his training bag got thrown at the floor, Jongin kicked it again just because, another wave of frustration hitting him. He was shaking, he needed to calm down, he wanted to scream, cry, hit something, someone-
“Woah, you’re in a mood.”
Chanyeol.
Good enough.
Another deep breath and Jongin focused on the perplexed alpha who was seated on his bed, laptop on his lap, headphones off but still dangling around his neck, staring at the omega with a raised eyebrow and that godawful smirk.
Not caring about concealing his scent, never good at faking his feelings, Jongin gave into the exhaustion, the horrible feeling gnawing at his insides, letting everything out at last.
“And what if I am? Am I not allowed? To have a bad day, week, month? Is it not omega enough if I can’t smile and nod at everything? If I have my own emotions, my own visions, my own dreams? Am I allowed? Am I?”
In hindsight Jongin could admit that maybe Chanyeol wasn’t at fault for all of his problems and dumping all of this on him could maybe called unfair but right now he truly did not care.
Chanyeol flinched, raising his hands in surrender, face blank but eyes still holding that annoyingly glint in them.
“Fuck, Jongin, sorry, no ah- I mean yes, you’re allowed, of course you’re fucking allowed to have bad days, be moody, be upset. I really didn’t-“
Any other time the omega would have been awed by the fact that Chanyeol gave in this quickly but currently, he couldn’t care less about the alpha’s opinion, once he started it was like he couldn’t stop anymore.
Stomping around the room, rambling on and on, about his prejudiced professor not even giving him the chance because he wasn’t dainty and too eccentric; about that stupid alpha that wouldn’t stop asking for his number, stop giving him advice on his routine, that even dared to snatch Sehunnie’s sweater from him, never taking a ‘no’ just like that jerk back in high school, it was never enough; even some of his supposed friends just using his name to get in clubs he had performed at, ruining his reputation. It always came down to the same thing, alphas taking what they wanted. Always.
He was practically panting at the end of his rant, feeling lighter, having gotten all of that off his chest truly helped but there was still a little fire burning, not completely exhausted yet.
Jongin turned towards Chanyeol.
“And you. You’re the worst, aren’t you?” His voice quiet, no longer hateful nor venomous. Because yes, all of that was true, he did despise most if not all alphas for the way they treated him, his friends, other people just because they were different but Chanyeol-
“Listen, Jongin, I-“
“Shut up. You and your stupid big eyes, your loudass music and that weird grunting, bringing pastries and stuff home. Why do you keep picking me up after training runs late, do you think I won’t make it home alone? Do you think I need you to bring me food, provide for me? I can’t do it for myself?”
“No.”
Chanyeol no longer looked unaffected, if anything he looked agitated, almost angry but that glint, no it wasn’t anger, it was-
“I like you. And apparently, I am really shit at showing that if you really think I did all that to fuck with you.”
That punched the fight out of Jongin, swaying on his feet at he wordlessly stared at the other man. He drew in air but no words came out, his throat dry.
“And I am really sorry all of that happened to you, but Jongin I really just like you. I like picking you up because you’re more talk way more when you’re tired, and you always get too passionate about your routines.” Chanyeol looked away, pushing his laptop away, fingers ghosting over the keyboard. “I mean, you inspire me, that’s why often work after we’ve come home, I need to get it all out. And I bring you pastries because they make me think of you, of your scent, you bring so much warmth to this place I just wanted to return the feeling.”
Jongin croaked out some uncomprehensible nonsense, feeling gutted for a completely different reason now. Chanyeol didn’t stop, turning back towards him, staring back at him, face red and almost shy.
“I never meant to make you feel stupid or anger you. I am sorry, I really am.”
Chanyeol moved, standing up so they were facing each other and Jongin felt his heart jump at being so close to the alpha suddenly. A beat and Chanyeol moved again, this time bowing in front of Jongin which threw the omega even more off, blindsided by the confession and following apology.
Acting without thinking Jongin grabbed the other man, pulling him upright again and they were even closer that before. Staring up at the alpha, the stupidly big eyes widened in surprise at their sudden proximity. Jongin shook his head, willing to turn it off, his heart thumping too harshly, surely Chanyeol could hear it by now.
“You know why you’re the worst of them all? I tried so, so hard to hate you, every single you do pisses me off, every sound you make sends shivers down my spine, every look you give- everything about you, I wanted to hate it so bad.”
Chanyeol grew pale but he couldn’t move away, be it for Jongin bewitching him or still gripping his arms with a force he never knew he possessed.
“Because never have I been treated fairly by an alpha, never has one of them done something to me out of good will, because no matter what I do, it’s never enough. So I wanted to hate you, but you know what?”
Jongin leaned up, capturing Chanyeol’s lips, swallowing the tiny gasp, fingers probably leaving bruises, his mind finally quiet, his heart almost bursting, for a moment only the two of them existed. It took the alpha a second to catch up, to process that the beautiful omega he’d been trying to woo was actually kissing him right now.
Their dorm filled with the sugary vanilla scent mixing with the earthy tones of pinewood and charred chestnuts, if anyone was passing down the hall they must be reminded of a christmas market even if that couldn’t be farther from the truth.
Chanyeol kissed back just as fiercely, large hands settling on Jongin’s waist as the omega’s hands moved upwards, cradling the back of Chanyeol’s head, fingers gripping messy black locks. This no longer was just a first kiss, it was as if the two of them finally spilled everything unsaid out, Jongin moaning softly as Chanyeol groaned at a rather harsh tug on his hair.
Soon enough lips weren’t enough, Chanyeol needed to taste more, mouth wandering south, trailing his path with rough kisses and pecks, licking over the red spots ruefully with every other whine falling from Jongin’s lips. Following his nose or maybe just his instincts he reached the omega’s scent glands, a deep growl ripping from his throat as the irresistible smell of ripe peaches and honied vanilla filled his senses, rewiring his brain, no longer feeling strong enough to hold on.
Jongin must have sensed his growing weakness, pushing him gently away, just enough to give the alpha fresh air as he pressed at the broad shoulders, nudging Chanyeol towards the bed before climbing on top of him. The distance must have helped as Chanyeol registered in time to push his laptop away, almost throwing his headphones of the bed in such hurry to get conquered by the omega of his dreams.
Once settled, Jongin pressed one short kiss on the swollen lips as his hands cradled the starstruck face, gently brushing over the blushing cheeks and adding another kiss for good measure.
Chanyeol just stared along, unbelieving that Jongin truly had kissed him, again and again. Drunk on the sight of how awfully wrecked the omega already looked and still he was so composed, throning on Chanyeol’s lap as if he owned him. Silly, of course Jongin owned him, he had from the moment Chanyeol had first met him on the moving day.
“Lights are on but nobody seems to be home, hm?”
“Huh?”
Jongin giggled and Chanyeol felt his ears burn, realizing the other had said something that Chanyeol had clearly missed. The omega’s fingers played around on Chanyeol’s hoodie, tugging on the strands, huffing impatiently as he threw another meaningful look at the alpha.
Chanyeol understood without needing anymore words, immediately shrugging out of his hoodie before nimble fingers tugged Jongin closer, practically yanking the others top off of him. Honeyed skin exposed and Chanyeol felt his mouth watering, swallowing around nothing as Jongin’s finger ran over his naked chest and shoulders, kneading and feeling the muscles.
Returning the favor, the alpha’s hands wandered over the shivering skin, the two bodies brushing against each other as hungry lips found another, spit dripping onto their chest as no one wanted to back down, dared to be defeated.
At least until Chanyeol bit down hard on the omega’s bottom lip, catching the other by surprise and pulling him forward before heaving him up and moving their bodies around until their positions were switched with Jongin underneath the alpha.
Jongin was surrounded by Chanyeol’s musky scent, his whole body wrapped around as he was spread out in the alpha’s bed, looking straight out of one of the wet dreams his dormmate had to forget about. Brown hair messy on the white pillow, cheeks flushed, the color of his lips matching the nipple Chanyeol was currently toying with, his fingertips rough as they teased another broken moan out of the omega.
Another love bite left on his waist as Chanyeol made his way downwards, fingers ghosting over his flushed body, Jongin glanced at the other, following his every move almost lightheaded.
His mouth felt dry and his neck from craning it in this awkward position. Catching his breath for a moment as Chanyeol fumbled his pants off, Jongin forced his voice to be useful again.
“Wait”
The word came out coarse yet the alpha immediately pulled back, head whipping towards Jongin, his face suddenly filled with concern, worried he had done something wrong again, hurt Jongin again.
“Feeling a bit lonely up here, all alone.”
To underline his tragic predicament, Jongin pouted at the alpha well aware of the fact his quirk had on other people. And without fail his plan succeeded, shaking his head unbelieving as he stretched over the omega all while kicking his pants away.
“We can’t have that”, just as Chanyeol shoved his tongue down Jongin’s throat he bucked his hips, rubbing his own hard cock against Jongin’s enticing a broken whimper out of both of them. Jongin’s hands tangled in the mess of hair, his legs wrapping around the alpha, as Chanyeol kept his movement up, bucking his hips again and again, the thin fabric of their briefs the last barrier between them.
It wasn’t enough, Jongin needed more, this wouldn’t do. Hands traveling down the broad back, nails scratching over muscles and skin, trying to guide Chanyeol away from his lips. The light pain just seemed to excite the alpha even more, rough hands gripping Jongin’s waist harshly as Chanyeol seemed almost lost in the haze of them.
Jongin had enough, moving his hands up again, he tugged at Chanyeol’s locks, hard. Finally the alpha let up, panting as spit dripped which Jongin easily caught on his tongue, his throat no longer dry.
“Fuck me already.”
No more pouts, no more teasing, Jongin just needed dick. Chanyeol’s dick to be exact, needed to be fucked hard and rough and maybe then his heart would stop trying to escape his chest.
Chanyeol’s pupils were blown wide, his sweaty hair sticking to his face giving him a feral look, the command not yet registered.
Once it clicked no more time was being wasted, nodding Chanyeol moved too fast, somehow getting Jongin’s panties off in a matter of seconds before pressing one more kiss, this time so much softer on the abused lips, and finally getting to work.
Jongin was already dripping, his cock leaking on his stomach as he felt his hole clenching around nothing but already wet with slick. Chanyeol was still pecking at his lips as two warm fingers suddenly entered him, Jongin whined into the kiss.
“So loose already, fuck you’re so wet. All for me”
The words were mumbled but Jongin heard them all the same, blushing even more but still trying to move back against the fingers, trying to more friction. Chanyeol must have been tired of all the teasing as well, another finger quickly added before a fourth followed and Jongin almost sobbed at the feeling of Chanyeol exploring his deepest parts.
“Shush, it’s okay, I’ll make you feel good, yeah. So good”
“Please, need it, need you”
And with that the fingers were gone, all empty and cold Jongin felt tears welling up, but only some gargled sound between a whine and groan fell from his lips as Chanyeol shoved his cock in the awaiting hole.
“Fuck, fuck, tight, you’re so- god”
Chanyeol’s eyes were screwed shut, spit dripping onto Jongin’s stomach mixing with the omega’s precum, the alpha halting his movements until Jongin had time to adjust to the new fullness.
Sharp nails scratching over his abs signaled that that had already happened. “Move, fuck me”, the whiny complaint was cuter than it was scary but Chanyeol still obliged.
Pulling out before quickly shoving his whole length inside, Chanyeol was rewarded with the sweetest sounds reaching his ears as he picked up his pace. It took a moment to get the right angle but once Jongin started crying, babbling nonsense Chanyeol knew he had found his target.
He was already close, the familiar pressure building steadily. He leaned upwards, capturing Jongin’s lips and swallowing the sweet cries. He still couldn’t believe how this night had turned out, he only hoped this wasn’t one of his crazy wet dreams but the scratches had felt awfully real after all.
“You’re perfect, perfect Jonginnie, all for me”
Trying to keep his rhythm Jongin suddenly clenched hard around him, something like a hiss sounding from underneath him and a familiar hotness hit his stomach. Chanyeol groaned as he tried to keep thrusting, fucking the omega through his omega but he was so close he couldn’t-
Jongin was blissed out, his whole body feeling detached as his orgasm still rolled over him, his legs moved on instinct, wrapping around the alpha, keeping him inside until Chanyeol’s movements stuttered, the alpha groaning almost feral, cumming finally, painting Jongin’s insides white.
It took them both a few more minutes to regain their senses. Chanyeol collapsed on the omega, head nestled in Jongin’s neck as his hot breath tickled the sensitive skin. Both breathing hard, Jongin’s hand found the messy black locks, fingers gently running through them, as the alpha fondly pressed soft kisses over the bruises blooming on the honey skin, basking in each other’s presence, the air still hot.
Jongin huffed, a tired smile pulling at his raw bitten lips.
“Guess Hyung was right again. You’re my guy, my alpha.”
*