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Felix feels exhilarated tonight. Even with protection in place, the endless cheers and cries from Stays ring in his ears. It’s a cauldron of emotions mixed tonight, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

The drums slap to the beat, rumbling, intense for the transition to their last song of the night.. Panting harshly under the dim lights zeroing and flashing out too bright, Felix and the rest gather to position. The guitar strings its rocking melody. Beads of sweat trickle down the bridge of his nose and drip from the tip, while some trickle down the sides of his face, resting under his chin until wiped off by force. His throat is beginning to feel sore and his body aches. He catches himself swaying a bit more than usual due to mini episodes of dizziness and fatigue. Which is fine, it’s passed, and he’s chugged almost three bottles of water tonight. Especially now that they will perform their last song for the night. He can’t wait to retire to his bed and sleep all day tomorrow.

Felix feels a bit better once they get in position, the closeness of his pack all around him. Even if he can’t smell their scents, the proximity comforts him.

The guitar shreds out. The drums snap their final call. The track plays. The lights brighten. 

Felix looks past the glare, beyond the thousands of seats filled by their fans—just a dip forward, giving a predatory look that sends anyone to their knees in a matter of seconds. 

His body moves with the music. His mind blanks after that, a complete robot. 

A stellar performance. 

After giving their heartfelt goodbyes, the pack marches off stage and to their dressing rooms to quickly change, remove makeup, and get out of there. Of course, during their trip further into the stadium, the sounds of their cheers filter the positivity surrounding him. 

“Good job, guys!” 

“You did well, as always!” 

“Stray Kids!” 

It almost blurs together as Felix focuses on leveling his breathing. He feels disgusting from the amount of sweat produced tonight, on top of exhaustion. He’s ready to go home and sleep. 

Felix feels himself swaying during his walk, almost stumbling to the side, until he feels an arm clasp around his shoulders, pulling him towards the other side, tucked into someone. The smell of sweat, artificial mint from the scent blockers, and natural, potent minty scent strikes him in the nose, and instantly, he lifts his head to the pack alpha. 

“You alright, pup?” Chan speaks loud enough to keep between them. His eyes are by no means focused on the Omega. Felix notices Chan’s eyes scanning him, trying to find discomfort in his eyes, expression, and body. He can tell he’s ready to pass out, his hand gripping his shoulder for stability. 

Chan doesn’t seem any better; no pound of makeup can hide the exhaustion on his face, skin glossed in sweat, and strands of his comb-back style ruined by movement tonight. It’s a little alluring.

“M’fine,” Felix says, nodding for reassurance. “I’m just wiped, is all. I’ll be alright.” 

“...Okay, change quickly so we can leave, yeah?” he says, patting his shoulders before turning his head to everyone else. “Change up and head to the car. Sooner we’re home the better. Excellent job everyone!” 

“What about the playback?” Minho asks, eyebrows lifting in question. 

“We’ll watch it tomorrow.” Chan decides, ignoring the bunny’s evil eye. 

But he doesn’t leave Felix’s side, not until they separate to change. Felix doesn’t overthink about his wrist rubbing against the closest scent gland before departure, it puts him at ease. 

Which is fine; Pack Alpha always scents their packmates, and Bangchan is the most attentive alpha he’s ever met. He’s grateful to have him as a mentor, pack alpha, and most importantly, as his packmate. He can’t think where he would be without him. 

Not just career-wise, but…to have Bangchan not in his life…it’s ludicrous. 

Felix is the first one in and out of his clothes and makeup wiped off, and glued to his phone, answering unanswered texts from other friends and family, and switching out to his apps while the rest get ready to leave. He feels calmer than before, but is extremely tired; he can barely lift a finger. His clothes stuck to his body thanks to the sweat, like a  light adhesive, and his hair is slowly frizzing from the immense heat drop. 

His members walked to and fro in the halls and dressing rooms. He pays them no mind and remains focused on his device. 

He didn’t realize his eyes were slowly closing; sleep crawling on his back and covering his eyes like the cruel demon it plays to be. His adrenaline is completely shot, and he drifts further into a peaceful state. 

The faint chants of their names in order are nothing but a sweet yet chilling ambiance. A reminder of their accomplishments.

He feels something gently scratch against his scalp. His eyes flutter open and he instinctively sits up straight. 

Chan stands over him, eyes serious and tunneling, his lips presenting a frown of concern. Felix can tell that the alpha is growing weary by the second, but his need to care for his pack is greater, especially their omegas. Felix, specifically. 

Chan gets on his knees, making his legs part to get closer. His hand drops to his cheek to caress, gently bringing Felix’s head closer. “You alright?” 

It’s amazing how they’re the same height, yet his body automatically curls under his touch to make himself smaller. He looks up at Chan, eyes wide and glittering with enamoration and sleep. “Mmhm.”

“We’ve been calling you.”

“You were?”

“Yeah. Found you slumped over.”

Chan smiles a bit when he notices the faint blush painting Felix’s cheeks. 

“Sorry.”

Chan slides his hand to his cheek and caresses his thumb against the skin. Rubbing in a circular motion.

“You’re really warm, pup,” Chan says. 

Felix leans into the touch, finding the warmth of their leader quite comforting. His scent is savory and delectable. “We did get off stage not too long ago, hyung.” 

Chan chuckles softly. “I suppose so. You were amazing tonight. Come,” He said in English.

They leave the dressing room together, fully aware of Chan’s hand resting on the small of his back. Not that Felix is complaining—it’s comforting to receive a little more attention since he hasn’t been feeling well these days. He blames no one else but Mother Nature for bestowing his heat very soon. He’s been feeling more symptoms of fatigue, lower-end cramps, and mood swings, so physical presence is always welcome. 

He’s also been more clingy to their alphas, which ruffles some feathers from the rest of the pack, leaving Chan to step in and give them the attention they deserve. 

All while Felix remains in the hold of the alpha he chooses at that moment. But he always finds Chan watching from afar while the room ignites in conversation.

Again, he justifies it.

He meets and quickly scents their pack omega, Hyunjin before making their way to the back exit, to separate cars. The omegas in one, alphas in the other. It’s a thirty-minute commute back to the dorm. Once they were inside, Felix was the first one to hop in the shower to wash up, and the first one in bed. 

He sinks into the sheets, releasing a hefty sigh as the tension dissipates. He still feels restless, tosses and turns, grumbling into the sheets until he’s fed up. Felix growls out loud and forces himself up. He punches his pillow with a lack of malice and intent. His peach-lime scent sours, stinking up the entire room. He forces himself to lay back down, smothering himself into the fabric. It smells exactly like him: Soft, light, and filling. The same aroma he’s dwelled in during his heats when he’s in distress, or comforting during his me-time. 

It always puts him to sleep, so why does he still feel so restless?

He tries and tries, but it doesn’t seem to work. He finds the clock, showing the handles leaning towards midnight. As if the universe was onto him, he hears faint knocks coming from his door before they open. 

The smell of mint is fresh hits as if sucking on a peppermint candy. 

“There you are,” Chan huffs and closes the door behind him. “You awake?”

“Unfortunately,” Felix grumbles, turning his head to face him with a pout. “I’m so sleepy, hyung.” 

“I know,” Chan responds in English, walking closer to his side. He sits on the ground and reaches to tuck his hair behind his ear. Feeling just a touch of his skin, it warms his fingertips. He presses the back of his hand against his forehead. “You’re burning up. Are you getting sick?” He asks, changing to Korean.

Felix shakes his head. 

“Then you might be going into heat soon,” Chan says in understanding. 

“Or, I’m just really cozy under my blankets after a nice hot shower from an exhausting day.” the younger counters, snuggling into his blankets even more. 

Chan chuckles a bit. “Could be. But you’ve been warm since the concert..” 

“I mean, we have just finished performing,” Felix says. 

“ Or it’s a sign of-” 

“Hyung,” Felix groans. “I would know if I’m going into heat. Just chill, mate,” he sasses in English. He cringes at his own passive-aggression.  

Chan’s eyes narrow from his response but says nothing. It leaves Felix in a pool of his nerves. But he feels his fingers trace over his ear, to the nape, slithering behind like a snake creeping in the sand in a remote desert. Felix’s eyes flutter closed when he scruffs him. His scent glands work double, suffocating the entire space in minutes. 

Felix groans softly from the pressure, his body melting into the bedsheets in the blink of an eye. 

“That’s it,” Chan eases, loosening and tightening his grip. Felix parts his mouth a bit and huffs. Satisfaction pooling all over his body.It’s relieving in a way. It’s almost pleasurable. 

The wolf is howling, trying to convince Felix to bring the alpha into his bed and scent him until the transaction is complete. To make sure that his scent lingers for days, weeks, or months. Not some silly little scenting circle they usually do. 

Something more. Something deep. Something primal—

Felix’s eyes snap open.

“What is it?” Chan asks, seeing the disturbance in his eyes.

“Nothing.” Felix clears his throat and squirms to break free from the haze. Immediately Chan lets go, frowning when Felix combs his hair back and smudges his face into his pillow.

“You look disturbed.”

“I’m fine. I’m just tired and I want to sleep butI can’t.”

“I can stay with you if you’d like.”

“Aren’t you tired?”

“I am,” he admits. “But I want to make sure you’re okay and resting well.”

Felix’s heart swells. He doesn’t want Chan to leave. He wants him to stay with him. Forever.

“You don’t have to.” He still has some bits of denial left in him.

Chan smiles. “Close your eyes, and just listen to the sound of my voice.” he reaches to gently comb his hair back. “Once you fall asleep, I’ll leave.”

Fuck, Felix feels conflicted. He shouldn’t want this, he shouldn’t feel like this towards his pack alpha. 

They all made a promise years ago to never cross that line. Thanks to the dating ban as one of the requisites in their contract, it’s a domino effect to follow strict procedures. 

They have to be on suppressants until the age of 21. At that point, the agency will sign them up to rut/heat agencies that’ll connect them with partners they’re compatible with, if they choose to. If not, they’d have to isolate themselves in a hotel until their cycle passes. Staff (presumably betas), will do a check-in now and then to make sure things are fine and coordinate their schedules until their return. 

Love language is endless, but the most they can do is scent each other to appease.

Now, this never affected Felix, not to this extent. He’s able to take care of himself before and during his heats. He can do it again; the issue doesn’t rely on the substance of responsibility. His feelings for their leader are overflowing in the cauldron. 

Felix does his best to keep a safe distance from the alpha over the years to hide any indication of his love for him. But, it’s kind of difficult when he’s so goddamn attentive and clingy. 

He shouldn’t have these feelings but he can’t help it. Chan is beautiful in many ways. His level of care for the members is so deep, its ocean floor is a mystery. His kindness goes far, and the sacrifices he’s made for them, for Felix…

Felix tries to make it up to him, to show them how much he means to him, even then, he wouldn’t think he’d understand. Tonight could be the night to show how important he is in his life. 

He wants him to stay and hold him all night long. Maybe kiss a little. Or a lot. Felix wants Chan in ways that he shouldn’t. And it’s something he’ll keep to his grave.  

“Felix?” Chan calls him, his voice deep. The omega snaps his eyes to him. “Ready?”

“Um,” Felix says, tugging at the sheets. “Before that. Would you…want to come into bed?”

Chan raises his eyebrow. “You want me to get in bed with you?”

Felix can feel his face burn from the embarrassment. “I mean…if you want to. If not, that’s okay too.” He back tracks. “Actually, forget what I asked, it’s dumb and compli-“

Felix couldn’t even get the rest of his words out from how quickly Bangchan rose to his feet and manhandled him further into the bed so he could crawl under the blankets. The elder wrapped his arms around his hips, yanking him close until their chests were pressed together. 

“Comfy?” Chan asks, his soft eyes locked onto him.

As much as he wants to respond, words aren’t linking to sentences in Felix’s head. The mass of tissue in his skull is still processing how quickly he was to accept his invitation. He can feel his face flush the deepest coating of red, from the tip of his ears to his chest. He just nods and slowly wraps his arms around his back, resting his chin over his shoulder. 

His heart is racing, his nerves are on fire, and his scent glands are working overtime . Peach-lime fills the entire room. He’s pretty sure his scent has latched onto Chan at this point. 

But he doesn’t hate it, quite the opposite. His omega keens from contact, and the smell of fresh mint is suffocating. He doesn’t mind not one bit. He breathes in the scent, turning his head towards the junction of his neck to live in it.

“You’re burning up,” Chan says, whispers against his ear.

“With you in here, it can get rather toasty.” Felix justifies. 

“Hm, any inclination as to why your scent is spiking even more right now?”

“W-well,” Felix stutters. “Could be a lot of reasons.”

“Mind sharing with the class?”

“I’d rather not.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s time to sleep.” A good excuse.

“But we’re wide awake now and I’m very curious.” Chan’s hand gently caresses his back, bringing him a bit closer. “Also, I’m shocked that you’re not wearing a shirt.” 

“Well, get incurious, and of course I’m not. It’s hot.” Felix sasses a bit, tightens his hold on the alpha, and curls his leg around his hip to bring him closer. Thank God his face is hidden, he doesn’t think he’s strong enough to look at him like this.

It makes his defense much weaker now that his scent blooms from acceptance of his cuddles, but he isn’t worried about that now. Chan is in his bed and cuddling him. How could this get better?

He’s playing a dangerous game, and Felix is loving every bit of it. Clearly, Chan is entertained. What could possibly go wrong? 

His pack alpha is giving him all of his attention. Felix purrs contently, the rumbling in his throat is low yet noticeable. He’s so warm and cozy, his mind is swirling, like when he has a buzz after he finishes drinking his margarita on a Friday night.

The way Chan’s hand rests on the small of his back, while the other gently squeezes Felix’s hip, oh , the omega can’t help himself; he arches into his hold, exhaling when Chan’s fingers scratch up his back. Not hard enough to leave a red trail, but enough to leave a line of light tickles. A feeling that Felix wouldn’t mind feeling all night. 

“Feels good?” Chan asks, low and deep. Felix hums, his cheek resting on his shoulders. Rolling his hips forward and back as Chan’s fingers settle against the small part of his back. His other hand squeezes at his hip, while the other set of fingers starts up again. Felix exhales a warm breath against Chan’s neck, inches away from his scent gland.

“You smell so sweet,” Chan moves his face into Felix’s neck, nose pressed against his scent gland, poking his nose against it sends pleasurable shivers down his body. It awakens a pool of heat in his belly. Only this time, the kindled flame remains. 

Felix swallows down a whine, shivering the more he feels Chan’s fingers digging into his skin. His hips continue to roll back and forth, presenting an arch under his fingertips. A simple, languid roll that entices Chan to do more.

Felix silently gasps when he feels Chan’s tongue flick against his scent gland.

“You taste refreshing,” he says with a growl, sounding thunderous against Felix. “I knew you would.”

“Chan…” Felix breathes, moving his face closer to the alpha’s neck. His scent—it leaves him parched. He wants to taste him, lick the mint, and enjoy his margarita.

“I’ve thought about it all the time, you know,” he continues, shifting Felix closer until there’s no space between their bodies, until Felix locks his leg around his waist, until their pelvis presses together. “Just from your scent alone, but tasting …” The hand on his hip slips into his sweats, cupping his ass roughly.”

Felix softly moans against his neck, continuing to rock his hips against his hands, against his pelvis. Fuck , this is so wrong on so many levels, but he can’t help it. He’s wanted this for so long.

Treading around was no longer an option, the pooling heat incinerating his loins, bottom to top. His cock hardens in his sweats, pressing against Bangchan’s, movements jolt to a stop when he feels—

Oh.

Oh.

He’s hard . 

Felix pulls away from his neck, and oh , the shivers that course through his body. Chan’s eyes have darkened, tunneling on the omega in front of him. His cheeks splotchy red, but not as bad as Felix's, who is completely flushed. Seeing Chan like this didn’t make it better.

The hold on Felix’s body tightens, on his ass and his upper back. Felix’s eyes, already dilated from the tension between them, flutter close as the prickling pleasure grows, and from the way Chan forces Felix’s pelvis against his to feel how hard he is.

He can’t ignore the shivers down his back when he feels a gush of slick leak out of his entrance.

“Chan…” Felix whines, his breath released hot like a dragon’s breath. He feels like he’s on fire, and his head is beyond syrupy. His conscience is screaming at him to fucking stop, get a grip, and get away from him. 

But his omega demands him to stay put, to stay with his alpha —

No. Not his alpha. But he can help . He’ll make Felix feel good. He always does.

"You feel that pup?” he asks, his voice seductive and calming, slowly grinding his cock against Felix’s. “See what you do to me?”

Felix whimpers from the motion. It doesn’t take long for him to do the same, rolling his hips against him, rubbing their cocks together. The pleasure zings through his body from his cock, it tempts Felix’s lips apart to escort silent moans. Eyes clouding from lust, pits of arousal bloom with intense heat that makes Felix feel like he’s been thrown into a furnace. His back stings from slight discomfort in the position they’re in, but he can handle it. Anything to keep feeling good, to make Chan feel good.

Felix leans in to keep Chan close, continuing to grind his cock against his. The comparison is astonishing, grinding his average dick against this massive thing. It’s surreal. His fingers grip onto Chan’s hoodie to keep him close while his eyes remain closed. Gnawing  on his lower lip to keep quiet. 

It’s bad enough they’re doing this at all; they can’t get caught.

A moment barely passes until the hand that’s full of Felix’s plump ass travels between his cheeks, pressing one finger against the saturated rim. Felix bucks away from the feeling with a needy whine following pursuit.

“Shh,” Chan mumbles against his ear. He rubs his finger in tight circles around his hole, spreading slick all over. “Don’t want the others to hear you, right?”

Felix shakes his head. “But– ah -”

He’s interrupted by Chan’s successful attempt of flipping their position. Lying fully on Felix’s bed, while the omega lays on top of him.

“There,” he smirks, cupping both of his cheeks to knead before slipping his fingers between them again, circling the digits around the entrance, collecting slick.

Once again, he sighs from the feeling, lying his weight on the man. It’s starting to get a little cruel from how much he’s teasing him. He wants more, he wants Chan to push his fingers inside and make him feel full.

Yet, he doesn’t. Because they should not be doing this. 

His worries slowly bubble and overflow in the cauldron. Mixed with need, his mind portrays the disappointment on their faces, the scolding he will fear. The fighting…he’s not looking forward to it. He doesn’t want it to happen. What if it leads management to make hasty decisions that will ruin everything they worked hard for? Horny thoughts turn to anxious ounces, and Felix can’t–

“Chan, we can’t,” Felix blurts out and forces himself up. Cold and exposed from his hands detaching so quickly, and so small for ruining their moment. But he feels like he needs to reason. 

So much is at stake. Is it really worth it to ruin all of that because of…love?

“What’s wrong?” His words are gentle and concerned.

Felix just shakes his head. “We shouldn’t.”

“Do you not want to?”

“We can’t,” he whispers, his gaze dropping to the man’s chest. He’s hot, he’s bothered, and just wants the Alpha’s dick at this point, but he can’t. He can’t be a rulebreaker.

His hips grind only once before forcing himself still, no matter how badly he wants to let Chan do whatever he  wants to him until he cums as much as he wants. But he feels like a rebel. Fuck the rules, he can suffer the consequences later. 

“Ok…maybe my heat is coming up soon…” Felix mumbles. It’s enough to break the tension a bit, Chan scoffs out a giggle.

“You’re so stubborn, Yongbok-ah…” Chan’s words come out as a low whine. 

“Shut up. I was fine earlier.” he smacks his chest. It comes off as a pout. “I can’t expect anything else when I have you in bed like this.”

Chan’s giggles cease, and just stares, like a predator watching its prey, patiently waiting to strike. Felix’s heart picks up from the gaze alone and he can’t help but squirm. 

“You’ve been wanting this?” Chan asks as his hands continue to rub his sides.

Felix's eyes flutter close, biting his lip to keep his whines at bay. He nods. His heart pounds with desire and nervousness. Leave it him to reveal so fucking much, after he just told himself that he was going to take it to the fucking grave. 

Reluctantly, he forces himself to get off of Chan, but the alpha holds onto Felix’s hips to keep him in place. 

“You’ve wanted this?” He asks again, sitting up to meet his gaze.

“Chan-”

Chan cuts him off. “Answer the question.”

Felix looks away,nibbling on his lower lip, a difficult habit to break, and nods.

“All I want is you…” he speaks low, despite being the only two in the room.

“Are you serious?” 

Again, Felix nods. “But we can’t. We’re under contract.” 

“So?”

“There’s a dating ban and-we shouldn’t be doing this at all. What are the others going to think when they catch us like this? This is wrong and I don’t want to fuck up our friendship over this.” 

“Felix-” 

“We worked too hard to get where we are now. I don’t want to throw that all away because…” 

He sighs in frustration and lowers his gaze again. He can’t bring himself to say it. 

But he doesn’t need to, Chan knew. He directs Felix’s head to look back at him. His eyes darted to his lips, then to his eyes, soft and understanding. 

Staring deep into the universe that lives in them. He knows behind the gloss of lust is a man filled with love and hope. A man of beauty that should be presented and followed all at once. A universe that provides goods and herbs that is his mind. A land fueled by enriched milk and honey that is his soul.

A man that Bang Chan has grown to love all these years.

Chan leans in and kisses Felix. It shocks him for a little bit. He leans against him, reciprocating. He kisses him soft and carefully, wanting to just feel his lips, taste him properly. 

Mint. Cool, fresh, light and so, so real..

A kiss that binds them eternally. A kiss that…a kiss that shares their voices when they physically can’t.

Felix deepens the kiss, not wanting to waste any more time, slipping his tongue into Chan’s mouth to taste more. Chan’s thick arms slither around his neck, causing the omega to arch into his touch. Their tongues dance around each other,  lips slotting together like the perfect puzzle piece. Felix moans in the kiss when he feels the alpha’s canines scrape against his lips, even more when Chan sucks his bottom lip into his mouth.

The taste of peach-lime mint is too addicting. The perfect drink.

Chan pulls Felix back down to lay on top of him to continue where they left off, but again, Felix pries away.

“Chan, we can’t,” Felix repeats, slightly breathless. He places his hands on his chest to keep him down, forcing himself to fight the haze of pre-heat. “I’m serious.”

Chan doesn’t try to fight off his growl and it makes Felix freeze. With a possessive hold on his hips, he takes a couple of deep breaths to control his alpha. His growl rumbles to a faint huff and lets go.

"I’m sorry. I just—I don’t—”

Chan reaches for Felix’s cheeks to cradle. “It’s alright. You’re right. It’ll complicate things. S’just…. really hard to hold back now that I know.”

To prove his point, he brings the same digits that collected a coating of slick and brings them into his mouth. He sucks, licks, and swallows any bit of essence that came from Felix, before removing them with a pop. Hearing the filthy moan that escapes Felix’s mouth makes Chan smirk, only for a moment. 

“But I get it. It’ll complicate things. But…I really am happy that you told me. Because I feel the exact same way.”

It’s a little funny…Felix doesn’t know if should feel happy or sad to hear that.

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Yongbok’s heat is right around the corner.

His symptoms develop quicker until it’s noticeable: severe mood swings, growing fevers, severe cramping and fatigue. This is not to say that Felix is unbearable when he’s in pre-heat but it’s something to be mindful of if you want to avoid the chick’s wrath. 

After their not-so-subtle-cuddle session a couple of nights ago, Chan tucked Felix in bed and kissed him goodnight. Already clinging onto the alpha, his worries remained. His omega was unsettled from how things left. But with a gentle stroke of his hair and a soft kiss on his cheek, Chan smiled and said,“Don’t worry about a thing, pup,” He rested his forehead against his and snuck out. “It’ll be our little secret, ok?”

Felix was restless after he left. His worries haunted him, yes, but he couldn’t ignore the smell of mint and Chan on his bed, on his pillows. Tucking his nose into the fabric and breathed it in, he slipped onto his belly, legs parting and ass raised, jerking off until he was satisfied. Remembering how strong his hold was on his hips, wondering if he would find marks in the morning (spoiler alert, he didn’t).

Days after, he’s been in bed, napping for hours. Usually, when he’s out and about, he’s more quiet than usual, on his phone, or extremely clingy to Hyunjin.

Instead of Hyunjin, he clings to Chan, which is a little unusual. During the early stages of pre-heat, he cuddles with his mandatory-not mandatory cuddle partner, Jeong-in. But now, it’s Chan. Hyunjin is the first to notice, but doesn’t say anything, not when Chan is so nonchalant about it. So he leaves it be for now. 

But his concerns grow when Felix’s behavior continues to be ordinary. He’s close to him during their sessions, and makes it difficult for them to rehearse. He clings to Chan and begs for Minho to remain where he is for the remainder of practice, or go as far as to request his positions to be changed just so he can be close to the pack alpha. Of course, he’s not honest with his reason, but Hyunjin determines that his heat is coming up and he fears it might be more intense than the last. He stands or sits next to him during recording, purposely picks him as his partner for games, or sits on his lap and scents him all over when they’re spending time with each other back in their dorm. 

Ignoring Hyunjin was a big indicator that something was wrong with Felix. They need to make arrangements quickly. 

“Should we be worried?” Changbin, the third alpha of the group, asks while combing Yongbok’s hair back. “Changing cuddle buddies is serious business.” 

“This is normal for omegas.” Chan eases while scrolling through his phone with one hand, the other supporting the omega’s back. He feels a set of eyes on him, an expression of disbelief. Easy to find Seungmin, the youngest omega, leaning against the corner with his arms crossed. 

“Omegas never switch cuddle buddies. We sure as hell don’t, and I don’t appreciate hyung stealing mine.” 

“Aw, is someone jealous?” Chan teases with a brightening smile. “You miss cuddling me, Seungmin-ah~?” 

“Go to hell, old man.” he spits in English. 

“Aish, hyung,” Jeong-in scolds. “Are you going into heat too?” 

“I’m not due for another month.” He responds in Korean.

“I can be your cuddle buddy!” Changbin offers. 

“Hey, what about me ?” Hyunjin pouts. 

“It’s okay, pup, I can cuddle the both of you!” Changbin suggests, his cinnamon-apple scent thickening as a sign that he’s clearly enjoying this.

“What about me ?” Jeong-in rebuttals. “My cuddle buddy abandoned me!” 

“Don’t look at me.” Minho raises his hands in defense. “Jisung will go to war.” 

“Damn right,” the rapper in question mumbles while eating his snack. 

“Don’t worry,” Seungmin teases. “It can’t be helped.” 

“Yongbokkie, you’ll regret this!” he says playfully. 

Yongbok opens his eyes to glare at Jeong-in, clearly in no playful mood. He growls at him, it makes all the alphas in the room sit up, alerted. 

Their growls erupt for a chance of dominance, but the pack alpha was louder and more fierce. Chan easily scruffs Yongbok, cutting off his growl, and deflates into him immediately. 

“Relax,” He says, directly into his ear.

Yongbok grips onto the alpha’s hoodie like a lifeline. 

“I fear this cycle will be intense. You sent communication to management, right?” Hyunjin asks. 

“I did. We should hear back from them soon.” 

However, they never got a response because the following week, Felix’s heat broke out right in the middle of the recording of an episode. 

The boys were invited as guests in a new variety show growing in popularity over the past few months. They’ve watched some clips of it to get a feel of what to expect: covering different segments where guests would eat dishes they’ve never heard of, play competitive games, and finish with an interview. It sounds pretty fun and the boys were excited to be invited. 

Felix, however, was losing bits of his sanity by the minute. He woke up clammy, extremely crampy, and a copious amount of slick trickling from his hole, seeping through his thighs. It was insufferable and took the matters into his own hands. 

Despite the internal embarrassment, truly, what’s the harm in fucking himself with a knotted dildo early in the morning? 

What’s the harm of riding his toy while biting his bottom lip to keep himself quiet? What’s the harm of imagining the pack alpha under him, holding him tight by the waist, watching him? Watching how well he rolls his hips, how good he is at keeping quiet so their packmates don’t hear him. Watching how focused Felix is when he takes pleasure from his thick cock, feeling his hands run all over his body until he reaches his chest, pinching his nipples and kneading his tits. 

He imagines Chan forcing him onto his back with his legs pressed against his chest, spread wide as he fucks him hard into the mattress. Fucks him with reckless abandon without caring if Felix could breathe while getting a view of his fat cock thrusting in and out of him. Felix imagines feeling Chan’s knot swell as the size of a fucking softball, forcing its way into his hole, stretching him wide, and preparing to take his cum. 

The imagination is too much, his orgasm practically crashing onto shore in waves of pleasure that course throughout his body. The inflated knot nuzzles inside of him, stretching and filling him with artificial seed. He bites down on his lip hard enough to pierce through the flesh, the taste of iron washing over his taste buds. The feeling of being full, being bred by an alpha is like fire against his belly. While the sex toy isn’t the same as a real alpha’s knot, the trick worked; it seemed enough to settle the omega but only for a little while. He couldn’t help the needy whine that escapes his lips, and the heavy feeling of needing Chan to be the one to knot and fill him up, fill him with pups. He shakes his head, doing his best to clear his thoughts and get ready for the day. He can’t stay and pine for something he can’t have, and it makes his omega wither. 

By the time they arrive at the station, Felix’s behavior worsens; Excitement-–gone. Launched itself out the window. He was left nearly nonverbal and on edge from cramps and sweat exploding all over his body. 

He felt bad for the hosts, they seemed so excited by their attendance, and there Felix was, hiding behind his members in an attempt to mask his scent. All he could do now was smile, nod, and listen. It didn’t seem to go unnoticed by his pack either. Seungmin was the one who noticed first and kept a close watch on the older omega. 

Normally, the omega that gets constant check-ins is Seungmin. He’s the most quiet, which could mean a couple of things: He’s pissed, overwhelmed, or he’s going into heat. 

So when the youngest omega gently bumps his shoulder against him and Felix barely acknowledged it, it sent a cold chill down Seungmin’s spine. He went to report it to Hyunjin immediately, who leaves to find Chan

“We need to get him out of here,” Hyunjin whispered to Chan as they were getting ready. “He’s wearing blockers but his scent is still noticeable. It’s too sweet. I’m surprised you’re not trying to take him for yourself.” 

That comment made Chan snap his focus to Hyunjin, the surprise in his eyes almost gave him away. He cools his expression very quickly before nodded to him for reassurance.

“It’s fine.” 

“This can be dangerous for him.” He says with caution. “God knows how many alphas are in the room excluding the rest of the members. We need to take care of this now.” 

“It hasn’t hit yet. If we take him out now, it’ll be suspicious and Felix might not respond well. We can’t have that here. We can do one recording.” Chan mumbled, his eyes glued to the omega in question, who was on his phone while getting his cheek patted with powder. 

“We’re not prepared.” Hyunjin hissed a bit. 

“Our manager knows, and he’s making arrangements. Just one recording.” 

Hyunjin couldn’t help but frown, getting a bad feeling on stalling. “If you say so.” 

Felix sensed that Chan and Hyunjin were talking about him. He felt eyes on him from other pack members. He stretched his neck to the side, an attempt to offer submission to capture pack alpha’s attention. It worked, just for a bit, Chan’s eyes hardened and focused.

He wants him.

He was fully aware of his condition and is doing his best to maintain professionalism. But it’s so goddamn hard when someone he desires is in his proximity. Innocently, his eyes darted to his crotch, pulling his lower lip between his teeth from the thought of his knot ready for him to take right then and there. 

His scent blockers were barely fighting against his glands, slowly attracting alphas in the room. His makeup artist, his first victim, coughed and took a step back from him.

“Yongbok-ssi…” she said cautiously behind her hand. “Your scent…”

Heads snapped towards him. Chan’s eyes narrowed. 

Felix bowed his head apologetically. “Blasted things. Do you have other blockers? I think these expired.”

“Of course. I’ll get them for you.” 

“Thank you so much.” 

Felix glanced over at both Hyunjin and Chan before looking back at his phone. He could survive two hours, he tells himself. He’s been through worse. 

Or so he thought. 

“Alright, everyone! It’s time to play our favorite game! Balloon Stomp!” The hosts cheered.

“Oh my God, I love this game!!” Changbin squealed and jumped into place. Quickly, he reached for Hyunjin and yanked him by his side. “Ready.” 

“Ya!” 

“Wait a damn minute-”

“Ya, Hyunjin-ah was going to be my partner!” Jeongin complained.

“Too bad, so sad.” Changbin huffed and stuck his tongue out. “I told you Hyunjin is my forever partner!!” 

For the sake of his sanity, his reputation, and his safety, Hyunjin remained quiet, thin-lining his lips as he blushed heavily.

“Okay, so a refresher, the goal is to pop the person’s balloon, and you must use your hips. Anything besides that is an immediate disqualification. If the balloon pops, you’re eliminated. You have three attempts to pop the balloon. Fail, you go back in line. Winners will receive a nice little prize towards the end. Ready? Ok, Changbin-ah, since you’re so eager, you can go first.” 

It was one of the funniest segments Stray Kids has ever done. They wouldn’t be surprised if a compilation was uploaded the next day because of how stupid this was. The way some of them nearly flew or crashed on top of one another was highly amusing. It was so chaotic, that one of the hosts had to step away from the stage to take a breather. Some of the staff members who were watching or on standby laughed into coughing fits. Even the members were dying of laughter, while some were fighting for injustice.

“You moved on purpose, you cheated!!” Seungmin complained, pointing accusingly at Minho. 

“I did no such thing, you’re just mad because you suck!”

“You’re the only one that wags your butt like a dog!!”

“Ya! I do not!” 

The hosts nearly passed out from laughter from their bickering. Seeing everyone enjoying the moment of peace brought smiles to most of their faces.

“Okay, okay, let’s say a tie for now.” they settled as they unstrapped the balloon from Minho’s waist. “Yongbok-ah, would you like a go?”

Smiles were immediately wiped off Hyunjin, Seungmin, and Chan’s faces, while the rest chanted Felix’s name, encouraging him to step up to take on the challenge. Hyunjin forced a smile and clapped in an attempt to mask his concern. But it didn’t last long. As soon as Felix passed by them, Hyunjin’s face scrunched, while Chan blinked more than usual.

Ripe. Potent.

Both shared a look, unreadable.

“Alright, who’s up first?” The hosts announced. 

Chan immediately stepped forward, making an executive decision was made to moderate the situation. He rubbed his hands together before getting into position. 

“Ready, Felix?” Chan asked. The omega didn’t respond, just bent over enough to place his hands on his knees. For support. But something was different, how Felix looked over his shoulder, fluttering his eyelashes at the alpha. He swayed his hips back and forth to get one sort of reaction; he does this all the time.

But that, oh …that was entirely different; He was taunting him.

Chan cocked his head to the side as he felt a twitch in his neck. His nostrils flared, getting a whiff of his sweet scent. He rolled his hips back and took a couple of steps back, getting into a laxed position. He waited until the round started. Once announced, he booked it, charging towards Felix to obnoxiously thrust his hips against the balloon, causing both to tumble onto the ground. 

Felix squeaked from impact and stumbled to the floor, Chan going down with him. He groaned at the feeling of his weight slamming onto him, turning into a purr. Chan easily pinned his body, but no one noticed or heard him, too busy dying from laughter and cheered when Chan pushed his hips into Felix once, popping the balloon instantly. 

Felix jumped from the sensation, clearly startled, then grunted from Chan's full body weight on top of him, a whimper following suit when he felt the alpha's hips press against his ass. The same thick, hard cock that he felt against him a week ago, nudged between his asscheeks. No doubt, he was slicking up fast, holding onto his hole before leaking. His scent was even stronger. 

The whimper was loud enough for Chan to hear, but not enough to be captured by the microphones. Thank God their cheers were loud and longer. 

Chan sat up and placed his hand on Felix’s back, digging his nails into the spot, a silent command for him to stand up before getting up to help him onto his feet. Felix’s face was flushed when he faced them. His eyes were nearly blown out, thin lining his lips, and raised his eyebrows in shock before looking away. It was enough to hint at a surprising win for Chan, but he knew what it meant. Immediately, Chan guided Felix behind him, behind Hyunjin as the hosts did their thing. 

“And…cut! Take five!” 

Quickly, Hyunjin and Chan escorted Felix off stage and to one of the dressing rooms. The pack alpha’s hand resting on his nape. 

His skin was on fire. It was like touching lava without an ounce of fear. Felix’s breathing was a bit heavy as if he just ran up the stairs. He was losing bits of his sanity; it was only a matter of time until he decided to test his luck and took Chan where he stood. 

Luckily for him, their manager had a car ready to bring him to the hotel, where plenty of essentials were waiting for him. 

Chan helped Felix get in the car before hopping in next to him. 

“You’re going?” Hyunjin asked. 

“Yeah, I’ll make sure he’s okay.” 

“Are you sure that’s a good idea??” His eyes narrowed in speculation.

“Of course. I just want to make sure he’s settled. That’s all. I’ll meet you guys back home.” 

“...Fine. Just be careful.” 

Chan smiled. “Always.”

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Minutes into the hotel room, Chan begins putting essentials away to make sure the room isn’t cluttered. He makes sure Felix can access certain things during his heat: Bottles of water, electrolytes, snacks, and utensils in case he decides to eat hearty meals. Meanwhile, Felix is hyper-focused on setting up his nest.

He scurries around, pulling apart sheets to put them back on the mattress so it can be a certain way. Some pillows are thrown off so he can arrange them to his liking. Most importantly, adding things into the nest for comfort. When he completes his nest, Felix pulls his shirt off and tosses it in the corner. Now it’s perfect.

The omega in him is clawing at him to yank the alpha in his bed and just take him already. Chan’s been on his mind? for God knows how long, and he’s just standing there, looking too sexy. For what reason? Why isn’t he in his nest yet, fucking him silly? 

Chan can sense his jitteriness and his intense gaze on him. Every move he makes, Felix growls, rumbling deep and quiet from the other side of the room. Passing containers to store in the fridge, and moving furniture around for more space, seeing his arms flex, his veins making themselves present, Felix’s body responds with slick pooling between his cheeks, staining his pants further. How fucking unfair.

The room reeks of him, but Chan isn’t phased, at least, he looks like it. Deep down, his alpha is clawing at Chan to do something, to kiss him, to touch him, taste him.

Claim him.

He keeps his composure instead and continues to sort out the room for the omega.

He looks over towards Felix to ask if he finished setting up his nest, tongue tied from the difference. Clearly he’s done, and now his body’s sprawled open on the bed. He had melted into his nest, curling into the sheets, groaning.

His pupils are blown out, cloudy, and sharp. The atmosphere changed in milliseconds, territorial and heavy with want.

Yongbok He squirms in the sheets as another wave of cramps kicks in. Finally, he has him where he wants him, finally to take him, claim him, fill him up until his knot takes.

Until he’s bred, full of pack alpha’s pups.

“Chan,” Felix whines, rolling onto his belly, slowly rolling his hips against the sheets. Arousal next on the guest list. His scent is thick and attractive, it drives Chan crazy. It makes the alpha sneer, nostrils flare as he takes in the scent like smoke.

Chan makes his way over to him and sits on the edge of the bed. He places his hand on his calf, squeezing it gently. The younger sighs a bit from the physical contact, not realizing how much he needs that right now.

How much he needs Chan deep inside him.

“You’re staying.” He states, his eyes locked onto him.

Chan doesn’t respond right away, too busy trying to wrap his head around on the decision the omega made for him. It’s almost humorous. His nose flaring, taking in more of his scent. His scent is more artificial because of the scent blockers, and Felix hates it. He wants to drown him in peaches. Touch him, make him feel good, and bite him so that the world knows who he fucking belongs to. 

Yes, he’d look nice with Felix’s teeth marks on his neck. Smelling like a fresh toxic drink for a good night.

“You’re not in your right mind, Felix. I don’t want you to do something you’ll end up regretting.”

“I won’t. I told you,” he shakes his head. “Always wanted you.”

“We can’t.”

“I don’t care. Please?” He weakly begs and grinds his hips into the sheets more. Each roll turns pleasurable. Feeling the heat under the alpha’s hand placed on his calf, feeling his presence, saying his name that rolls easily off the tongue. His lips part to release soft huffs from each roll. Spreading his legs a bit to seem more enticing. More submissive.

Maybe that’s what he needs to do. His omega needs to appease him and be submissive so that the alpha can come to take him.

“Been thinking about your dick in me for days,” he says, pawing at his chest. “Got off to it so many times, I can’t even count.”

The way Chan clenches his jaw is just downright sexy. Felix wants a nibble, all over it. His hand grips onto his calf, it makes his breath hitch. Perhaps this was needed to ground him, but this was nothing but a tactic to make the omega squirm a bit more. Felix exhales, his hips continuing movement. Watching the elder rake his eyes up and down, and then to his ass.

“You’re not in your right mind, pup,” he repeats, coming out deeper than usual. His grip lessens a bit as he travels further up, getting a feel of his thighs, then trailing back down. He does this a couple of times, hoping the massage helps ease the tension between them. It does the opposite, turning him on more than ever, making him slick so much that his cheeks easily rub against each other. Easy to finger, easy to take cock. Easy to breed.

Chan’s fingers dig into the layered flesh, reaching up to the back of his thigh, groping it. He wants to touch him more, wants to rip his pants off and drink every drip of slick from the source. Make him scream his name until his voice is gone. Fuck him hard and deep until his knot takes and fill him enough to carry his pups. 

Fuck, he’ll give him a whole litter. It’s a promise. Mark him up, claim him as his. His omega.

Oh…Oh , his alpha likes that idea, very much.

But he can’t. He shouldn’t and is losing his sanity; he has one more in him. One more to make the omega see reason. He can recommend him to services that the company offers, and leave him. But he doesn’t want to do that either. He’ll kill anyone that gets near him.  do this, not now. Not when Felix is like this. Not when he can’t fully advocate for himself. 

His thoughts break when he feels hands on him and yanked into the nest. Consent resting on the tip of his tongue, gone completely when his body hits the bed.

Felix climbs on top of Chan, straddling his hips, sitting directly on his sleeping cock.

Felix is extremely hot. Figuratively and literally. His face is flushed deep, down the neck to the tip of his ears. His eyes are completely glazed over, his hands gripping onto his shirt.

“Felix,” Chan says, it comes out raspy. His hands land on his hips prepared to push him off.

“Please,” his pleas come out as a moan, close to his lips, ghosting over his lips before licking over them. “Don't you want to fill me up, alpha? Don’t you want to make me feel good?”

Chan groans, fingers tightening around his hips.

“Don’t you want to touch me, feel me…” he grazes his lips against his cheek, to the front and back of his jaw until he’s close to his ear. “Fuck me good and make me scream your name for all guests to hear. Fuck me good and deep until your knot takes.”

Chan shivers under him. A growl rumbles in his chest. 

Just a bit more. He can give him just a bit more.

Felix places wet kisses under his ear, under his jaw, and then to his neck, close to his scent gland. His lips trace over the scent blocker, and a surge of rage fills his veins instantly. Chan freezes from the change in his scent. Felix continues grazing his lips against the artificial piece, licking over it; trying his best to replace it with his scent.

Why does he have this fucking thing on? He shouldn’t have it on, he should never keep his scent away from Felix. He wants it, he needs it. His omega yearns for it.

He nips at the edge of the blocker, hesitant. He still has a bit of human left in him, fighting against the urge to rip it off and suck the natural oils from the gland.

“Felix…” Chan breathes, clearly affected.

“Off,” he groans, nosing against his neck. “Take it off.”

“Take what off?”

“Want to smell you. Need your scent, please, fucking-” he growls. “Off.”

Chan does what he’s told. It’ll take some time for Felix to smell real mint, so in the meantime, moves off of him and cups his groin roughly, feeling his cock jolt in his hand. Lazily running his hands over it, he moves further until his face is close to his crotch, licking over the outline of his chubbing cock, lips grazing over it to tease. 

“Fuck,” Chan breathes, running his hand through his hair to see more of him. “Naughty little thing, aren’t you? You want hyung’s cock that much?”

As a response, the omega’s tongue darts out, kitty licks over the outline of his cock. “Want to blow you.”

Chan sits up suddenly, gripping a chunk of his hair as he lifts to his knees. He guides Felix’s head towards his crotch, pressing it against it, his nose, against his semi-hard dick, moaning against the fabric.

Peach-lime is strong here…

“Smell that?” He asks. “That’s all you. Not from just now.” Chan slowly grinds his hips against his face. “Didn’t know you were so wet after I got off you. Such a naughty thing, slicking so much at the studio.”

Felix moans against it, his eyes fluttering close as he breathes in the mixed scent of his odor and mint. His tongue darts from his mouth, licking a full stripe against his cock, trying his best to bring it into his mouth.

“Looked and felt so good under me. Wanted to claim you right then and there, in front of everyone, in front of the cameras. Wouldn’t you like that, pup? To be claimed by me in front of our pack. Make sure the whole world knows who you belong to.”

“Yes,” Felix moans, tracing his lips against his cock. “Yes, fucking take me. Fuck, let me taste you, please—”

“Please what?”

“Alpha,” he pleads. “Please, alpha, let me taste you—”

Felix gasps from the sudden yank away from him. His eyes widen in a moment of panic until his eyes dart back to his bulge. Chan uses his free hand to yank his pants and boxers down. Hooking under his balls, his cock springing to life. Hard and tall, it slaps against his lower abdomen.  

Felix swallows the excess drool stored in his mouth. He couldn’t believe how big he was. He felt it, but it doesn’t compare to actually seeing it. He feels a speck of pride seeing a bead of precum sitting over the slit. Knowing that Chan is affected by him brings him so much joy, knowing that he wants this too. 

Fuck, Felix needs him inside him. Now.

His mouth parts open and sticks his tongue out. Felix tilts his head up to Chan, eyes completely clouded and desperate for it.

“Such a good boy for me, fuck,” Chan resorts to English, moving carefully onto his feet on the bed, stroking his cock languidly as he watches him. “Gonna take my cock so well, I can already tell.”

Felix whines from the praise, extending his tongue more, and carefully brings him closer so he can bring him into his mouth. He’s teased him long enough, doesn’t he want this? Doesn’t he want Felix? Doesn’t he want to ravish him? Such silly questions, clearly leading to the right answer, he just wants him now.

Eventually, Chan’s had enough of the teasing and feeds Felix the tip, which he graciously devours from the tip alone. He sucks on the sponge slowly, licking over the slit.

Chan gasps from the sensation, so wet, so warm, and so fucking good. He couldn’t believe he was missing out on this. He’s pissed at himself for waiting this long, but he’s glad that he got here. He’s glad that he can have him as much as he wants.

It takes everything in him to not thrust in his mouth. He wants Felix to get used to his size, but fuck, is it hard. He grips a bit of his hair, guiding him to take more of his cock.

Felix rolls his eyes to the back of his head from the feeling. Finally tasting Chan’s essence, the sweat and natural mint—it’s already overwhelming and yet, he wants more. Letting Chan guide more into his mouth, he groans around his cock, licking the underside, brushing over the vein, feeling it twitch against his tongue. Chan hisses, slowly thrusting inside until he takes half of it.

Feeling the tip pass his tongue is exhilarating for both of them. Knowing they’re tipping over a very dangerous line without a lick of care. He truly feels like a rebel. Born to be wild.

He wants him, always did. He never found the excuse to push for more, fearing the consequences. For the first time in his life, he’ll take the consequences, he’ll take the backlash, he’ll take the punishments. He’ll take them all because Chan feels the same way. Because Chan wants him just as much, and it makes Felix feel so many things.

Love is worth the fight.

Felix wraps his arms around Chan’s thighs to hold him in place, taking more until the alpha’s cock rests deep in his mouth.

“Oh,” Chan moans out, gripping the back of his head. “Fuck, Felix,”

His eyes burn from the overwhelming feeling of tears, threatening to fall.  Gagging around the length, he forces himself to take it deep before pulling out. He exhales roughly, his voice rasping and deep. But he continues, bringing his cock back into his mouth, and sucks.

He can feel Chan’s cock get harder against his mouth, leaking precum, lubricating the shaft the more Felix blows him. Switching from deep to shallow, Chan doesn’t need to guide him anymore, but still has his hand on the back of his head for support. Could be moral support, emotional support, horny support, you name it. It sends shivers down his spine every time he deepthroats, leading him closer to his orgasm.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he growls, clenching his jaw as he focuses on the pleasure. His moans muffle around his dick, the squelching noises of the pleasure so explicit, it’s music to Chan’s ears. 

All while Felix watches Chan under his eyelashes, completely faded by pleasure, and his poor cock hangs between his legs, twitching, begging for attention. Beads of precum pool onto the nest, while the copious amounts of slick leak down his thighs.

The room reeks of both, a mixture of a delicious glass of peach-lime margarita with a hint of mint. Nothing but the sound of moans and grunts fill the space, along with the obscene sounds of wetness and heavy breathing.

It’s a lot of work to keep himself as steady as possible on the bed, but thanks to Felix keeping ground, he doesn’t move much, now that Chan’s slowly reaching his limit. Felix groans around his cock at the feeling of his knot swelling. One of his hands moves to grip around it, focusing on sucking the tip. Chan exhales a groan, thrusting harder into his mouth, chasing the pending orgasm.

“Fuck, so good for me, baby,” his babbling worsens, hips moving steady and fast. “You’re doing so fucking well. Just like that, keep going…Going to cum so hard, just like that.” he encourages.

Felix has to reach down to grab onto his own cock, gripping it tightly for some relief. His hips freed from his hold, Chan slithers his hand around the back of his neck and thrusts a bit  harder a bit faster into his mouth. Felix moans from the gags but takes it. He wants to be good, wants Chan to use his mouth as a cock sleeve to get off with and swallow every last drop of cum. 

Chan gasps as the coil grows, dragging out a deep groan. His orgasm hits hard, thrusting slowly into his mouth as cum coats Felix’s tongue, twitching against his tongue, he gathers and swallows it all. His hand wrapped around the knot grips a bit tighter for stimulation, releasing more streams of the alpha’s thick load.

Wave, after wave, after wave, until nothing was left.

Catching his breath, Chan pulls out of his mouth, releasing his dick with a faint ‘pop’. It twitches as  Felix’s tongue drags over the corner of his lips, licking up what’s left as means to clean the alpha up. 

He looks completely fucked out as if his mouth was used for hours, red and swollen.

Chan’s cock twitches again, a drop of cum lands in the nest. 

“Present,” he commands, taking his soft dick into his hand, languidly stroking it back to life. He needs more .  “Present for alpha.” 

Felix removes the rest of his clothes, sighing from the freedom of his bottoms sticking onto him for hours on end. He faces the front of the hotel room, shifting onto his hands and knees, spreading his legs for him, laying his chest onto the mattress, ass raised high. 

Chan inhales sharply at the sight of his hole, soaked with a leaking trail to his inner thighs. He strokes a little faster. 

“You’re so beautiful, I can’t fucking deal,” he drops to his knees for a better view. He nearly drools from the sight alone, thinking different ways to make him cum. He doesn’t know if he wants to drive his cock into him and fuck him senseless, or eat him out until he begs for mercy. 

Fuck it, he can do both. 

Felix moans loud from the sudden contact of Chan’s tongue against his hole. Grabbing onto his hips in a tight grip, he yanks Felix back to meet him halfway. A full stripe over the rim; he needs to taste, just a little. 

It’s like drinking nectar straight from a peach, enjoying the rich acidic flavor with a hint of sweetness. Chan growls, licking, sucking, and nipping at his hole, the back of his thighs, and his cheeks, enjoying his meal. No matter how much Felix moans and squirms, Chan keeps him close and devours him. 

It leaves Felix a moaning mess, trembling under him. The pleasure is overwhelming and bits of pain are left behind when he nips him, he wants more of it. And he gets more when Chan pushes the tip of his tongue inside, pulling out and feeding him more each time. He eventually adds a finger inside him, prodding and stretching him out. It’s only a matter of time before he’ll take the real thing. 

Felix rolls his hips against his mouth, riding his tongue, while reaching for his cock to jerk off. It’s the last thing he needed before falling into a bliss of ecstasy. 

His orgasm comes unexpectedly, unable to give any kind of warning. His body stiffens, and his eyes roll to the back of his head, dragging out a moan, cumming in the blankets. 

Chan doesn’t let up, continues eating and fingering through his orgasm, twisting about to find his prostate. Unfortunately, Felix couldn’t hold his hips long enough, dropping onto the bed as the high kicked in. Chan isn’t too worried, they have all night to search and play with.

Felix’s upset that he came so soon, but it’ll pass. He feels settled and light. His fever and cramps are dead for the moment. 

The elder licks his lips, collecting the last of the peachy-delight before laying beside him. He reaches for the extra blankets to cover them, and uses his arm to drape over his waist. 

“You taste so good and sound so hot,” He whispers in his ear. “Go ahead and rest. I’ll be here when you wake up.” 

Exhaustion beats Chan to the punch, darkness engulfing Felix’s eyes before the words left his mouth. 

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It’s 3:21AM. 

Chan slowly wakes as heat engulfs his side. It’s getting chilly outside, so it’s enough to be absorbed in blankets indoors.

But when the smell of delicious fruit touches his nostrils, he realizes who he’s with. When he hears the omega whine and rise from his spot under Chan’s arm, he remembers where he is, and why he stayed.

They lock eyes. Felix could barely keep his head upright, his eyes completely dark and blurred. He drags his tongue across his chapped lips, eyes tunneled to Chan’s with hunger.

“Hey,” Chan mumbles, reaching to caress his cheek. Felix leans into his touch immediately. “You should drink some water. It’ll help you cool down.”

He says nothing, just stares at him. He didn’t expect him to, considering he was at the peak of his heat.

The alpha turns and reaches for a water bottle to offer. Felix accepts his help, taking plenty of gulps before turning his head away as an indication that he didn’t want anymore. Chan isn’t against it, he drank the majority of it, so he sets it on the counter.

Felix whines softly and leans against his frame, rubbing his cheek against his shoulder. He’s scorching. He takes his hand and pulls it between his legs. 

This is–this is a jump. Chan blinks rapidly from his hand to the man, but he doesn’t move his hand away. He didn’t mind, it’s just—he never expected Felix to be so fucking bold. 

It’s a turn on. 

He rolls his hips against him, moaning softly from the pleasure. His lips part, eyes flutter open and close, desperate for more. 

“Please,” he whispers.

Chan grips his cock to hold firmly before pouncing, teeth clashing during their kiss. Felix lets out a surprised noise as he falls back onto the mattress. He wraps his arms around his neck to keep him close, leaving it passionate and hungry for more. 

He spreads his legs wide, inviting Chan between them. The smell of peach and lime is heavy, he can already tell he’s slicked up nicely, waiting for cock to fill him. He wonders if he needs to stretched out again, and for good measure, he thrusts his finger into him again, stretching him until he’s comfortable with two. Chan can tell from Felix’s moans and how loud they get from how many fingers he has in him. When he’s at three, Felix arches his back into Chan, moaning in the kiss as he stretching him and grazing the pad against his prostate. 

His nerves burn from every connection. He never felt this good before. He never wants it to end. 

After a while, Chan pulls out his fingers, using his wet hand to trial down his naked body. He lets out a groan as he feels his toned body under the pads of his fingertips. 

“God,” he breathes, attacking his neck with wet kisses and gentle bites. “Your sexiness is criminal.” 

“Please,” Felix gasps, turning his head to give him more access. 

“Don’t worry, alpha’s got you.” Chan bites a bit harder, enough to leave a mark. He sucks on the patch of skin, close to his scent gland, insistent, before detaching.

His canines ache, his alpha is screaming at him to bite him, claim him right fucking now, but he manages to shake it off. He pulls back to look at his body, eyes roaming down to his abs, then up to his pecs. Fingers scratching, running over his nipples, and grinding his erection against his hole. Completely ready to knot, especially after the earlierdelay.  

Felix gasps from the feeling. His body is like a goddamn furnace, sweating to no end. Normally, he would feel self conscious on his scent and feeling disgusting, but he couldn’t care less right now. He needs Chan inside him now . He tightens his legs around his waist to pull him in closer, letting out a whimper in hopes to give the hint. But Chan continues to tease him, continues rubbing and pinching his nipples. 

“ Fucking hell , Chan, please just–” Felix growls. “It hurts .” 

“Sorry, sorry,” Chan breathes, pinching his nipples one last time before letting go. “I can’t help it, just want to touch you all night long.” 

Felix says nothing else and lifts his legs up close to his chest for more access. The omega smirks watching Chan’s eyes drop to his saturated hole. He traces his fingers against the rim, slowly thrusting two inside Felix to gather some of his slick to coat his cock with. The scent of peach and lime latches onto him; it’s absolutely addicting. 

He takes his time stretching him, wanting to make sure to not hurt the omega. When he finds his prostate again, Chan presses his fingers against it, hooking up repeatedly, watching his body stiffen. Felix moans his name, desperate for his dick. Watching his cock leaking precum the more he fingers him, his eyes expressing great desperation for the alpha. 

He replaces his fingers with his cock, entering Felix slow and steady until he’s fully sheathed inside him. Felix sighs contently, he feels absolutely filled. 

“Alright?” Chan asks, holding himself up by his forearms. Easy for him to stare into his eyes to find any sort of discomfort. At the sametime, he’s trying his best to not drive into him or cum soon. He wants to make sure Felix is accustomed to his size and comfortable. This isn’t about getting his dick wet, this is about Felix. He needs to take care of him right now and the next couple of days. Felix can sense that from him, that safe aura resonating from the alpha. It’s one of the biggest reasons why he’s in love with him. The fact that he makes him feel so safe and so free…He wouldn’t be here without him. 

Felix turns his head to the side, nuzzling his nose into the nook of his elbow. It’s a poor place to scent, but it’s the best he could do to show him that he was alright, and that…he loves him. He’s safe with him, and he always will be. 

It warms Chan’s heart and brings a smile to his face. He leans over and kisses his cheek, his jaw, and his neck. They stay that way for a bit, purring into each other’s embrace. 

“Move,” Felix whispers enough for him to hear, clenching around him to prove his point.

He moves, slow, grinding bits into him. Felix exhales, rolling his head to the other side, just feeling him. It hurts, it’s a little uncomfortable, but he’s fine, because it’s Chan. 

Chan pulls half way out and slowly grinds back in, until his pelvis and his ass connects, before pulling out. This continues on until his dick pulls all but the tip out. 

He decides then to test it. He slams inside him.

Felix moans out loud for the first time of the night, tightens around him, and grips the sheets below.

Shit, he’s barely done anything, and he’s already out of breath. Hearing such raw emotion..

Chan pulls out and slams in, again and again, until he has rhythm. His thrusts turn vigorous, and Felix–

Felix is gone. His moans bounce off the walls, clenching onto the back of his knees for dear life as pleasure explodes all over. His nerves are completely shot and his body grows hotter. 

“Fuck!” Felix cries out, pressing his head into the sheets the harder he thrusts. “ O-oh, shit–” 

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Chan moans, gripping the sheets beside his head as he focuses on the pleasure. The tightness surrounding his cock, shuddering from the noises he makes. No tune can scratch the itch in his brain. Nothing can be better than this sweet symphony. 

Chan grabs his thighs and forces them up to press against his chest, drilling his dick into him, into the mattress. Skin slapping against skin, mattress springs creak from each thrust, directly hitting his prostate. 

Felix’s breath is caught in his throat. His eyes roll to the back of his head, struggling out one moan before the rest fall suit, moaning with each thrust. 

He’s in heaven. He’s never shared this level of intimacy with anyone, only comforted by his collection of toys, and he’s pissed. 

He missed out years of one of the greatest pleasures of the human body because of greed, power, and security. For fucking capitalism. Sure, his worries are known, but for the next six days, it’s out of mind. Nothing beats this feeling of being pinned, forced to take everything, feeling used the best way possible. 

And the way Chan’s lips graze against his neck, his teeth scraping against his scent gland, oh, it spirals him deeper into his omegan brain. His inner wolf whines, begging to be claimed right then and there. Felix tilts his head back, trying to arch into his mouth, internally begging for him to bite him. Take him. He keens when the elder sucks his scent gland into his mouth, nipping over the bud, extracting his scent oils life nectar. 

Chan groans against his neck, thrusting faster, harder, deeper. Forcing his hole to open as his knot inflates. But that doesn’t stop him from fucking it into him, preparing him to take him nice and well.

It hurts, feeling a different part of Chan growing the more erratic his thrusts are. The tips of Felix’s fingers turn canvas white from how tight he holds onto the sheets, his orgasm coming in hot. Slick leaks out from every pull, preparing to take his knot. 

“F-feels so good,” Felix moans out, reaching for his biceps. “Knot, please, please…”  

Chan detaches from his neck, giving an evil chuckle. Don’t worry, gonna knot you so good, pup.” He promises, tightening his hold on his thighs. “Fill you nice and deep until it takes. Wouldn’t you like that?” he moans at the imagination of Felix pregnant with his pups. “Fill you up until you have my pups inside you.” 

“Yes!” Felix wails, trying to move his hips into him. “Want to be filled with your pups. W-want you to mate me.” 

The alpha growls and attacks his neck once more, biting into the flesh, piercing into it. The taste of iron explodes on his taste buds. 

It’s too much, feeling his cock and knot penetrating inside him, as if trying to carve space for them. Feeling his body strained from the position, his throat rubbed raw from the slutty noise coming out of him. Feeling his cock smack against his toned belly from each thrust, it’s all too much. The pain turns to pleasure, stuttering ‘ ah’ s fill the space, growing high-pitch. The pending orgasm coiling, floating away quickly. 

Felix arches his back and shouts-

“Cumming!” 

Chan pounds into him once, twice, and growls, forcing his knot into him until big enough to take. Felix nearly screams from the force, his cock twitching, cumming all over his stomach, his chest, while Chan scrapes his nails into the flesh of his thighs as the first wave of cum fills him. 

Felix’s eyes roll to the back of his head, feeling his hot seed filling him. White splotches blinding his sight from the sensation during his climax. 

Finally . 

Chan grinds into him, groaning from each spurt. He collapses on top of the younger, cupping his cheeks to bestow another kiss, despite Felix unable to reciprocate. 

“That’s it, so good for me,” he says, breathless. “Feel so good.” 

It’s the last thing Felix hears before darkness engulfs him. 

🍑🍋🍃

The week passes quickly. Chan wakes up, sore, completely wiped out, and…alone.

He’s covered in bite marks and scratches from the previous week. The more he thinks about it, he almost laughs at the amount of times he tried keeping the both of them clean, resulting in them getting covered in sweat and cum all over again. It made him realize things about himself he never thought would enjoy. For instance, he enjoyed being covered in slick and cum. Had to make sure his knot took one way or another. He also wouldn’t mind letting his partner do as they wished, ride him all night long. Such a sight to see and fuck , did it feel amazing. Watching the bulge of his cock from the outside–

Okay. He needs to get it together before he gets hard again. He doesn’t think he has it in him to go another round. Speaking of a partner…

His thoughts are interrupted when the bathroom door opens.  Felix limps out, dressed in a robe, rubbing sleep off his face. Chan would say it’s a little embarrassing to see dried cum (his cum) on his cheek, but, again, he learned a lot of things about himself this week. 

When he sees Chan awake, he blushes and drops his head in a bow. Chan does the same. 

“Good morning,” Chan smiles. 

“Morning.” 

“How are you feeling?”

“Fine. Sore as fuck, but,” he shrugs. “Fine.” 

“You did a number on me.” he chuckles. 

The taunt makes Felix narrow his eyes at him. “You’re one to talk.” 

“What do you mean?”

“You serious?” he scoffs, yanking the collarbone of the hanging loop of the robe to show patches of red, blue bite marks on his shoulder. “You bit me all over! It looks like I got mauled!” 

“I mean,” Chan smirks. “You technically did. But you did a number on me, look!” He pulls the sheets off to show him his arms, his neck, and his back; coated in bitemarks and scratches. “How am I supposed to cover all of these!” 

“How am I supposed to cover these?! Noona is going to kill me.” he pouts as Chan laughs. 

“Hyung! It’s not funny!”

“Ehh…it’s pretty funny.” 

“No, it’s not and if you were in my position, you’d say the same thing. Noona is going to kill me!” 

And then it hit him. 

“...Noona’s going to kill me.” he repeats slowly from the realization. Chan’s smile drops. 

“Felix–” 

“They’re going to kill me.” He sighs heavily as the situation weighs on his shoulders. “ Fuck , they’re going to be pissed.” 

“It’s okay.” 

“It’s not okay, no where near okay. We didn’t even talk about this–it wasn’t supposed to happen this way.” 

Shit, they never talked about this. They never talked about what would happen if they ended up sleeping together, let alone forcing someone to spend their heat with them.

He feels horrible. He imagined spending his heat with Chan, but not like this. He knows he should have done better to prevent this from happening. He had multiple opportunities to prevent this He fears the rage the members will bestow upon them, let alone their manager. 

“Felix,” Chan calls him out of his head. “Come here.”

Hesitantly, he does, sitting on the edge of the bed. Chan reaches for his hands to hold, grazing his thumb over his knuckles to comfort him. 

“If you’re thinking that you forced me into something that I didn’t want to do, you’re mistaken.” 

Felix looks up at him. “Are you sure? Chan, I need you to tell me-” 

“I’m a hundred percent sure and I’m hundred percent sure that I wanted to spend your heat with you. I never minded if you asked me. I know it’s not traditional since we’re not mated, but…I enjoyed it, and I was so happy to take care of you.” 

It’s a breath Felix can take, but he still feels unsure. “You promise?”

“Of course. If I didn’t want to, I would have easily fought back.” He takes his cheek to caress. “I will say, we should have definitely talked about it before ever getting that deep into your pre-heat, that I will take accountability for. But I don’t regret it.” 

“...You…you don't?”

“Nope. Because it’s you.” 

Felix exhales an awed breath. His heart stutters a beat or two. 

“I loved every moment of it.” He continues. “I’ll say, you’re a stubborn man. I had to fight you to drink your electrolytes.” 

“For fuck sake…” Felix rolls his eyes and turns away. 

“I’m serious!! And I thought Seungmin was stubborn. You take the fucking cake.” 

Felix glares at him. “Seungmin spent his heat with you too?”

For that, Chan gives him a look. “Really?”

“That’s what it sounds like.” he crosses his arms. 

“Jealous?”

“Channie-hyung!” He complains, shoving him.

“No, I didn’t.” Chan giggles. “But he is stubborn though.” 

“He is.” he nods. 

“You didn’t tussle over food, which was good. It’s drinking fluids that’s the limit for you, which is really weird. But, we can talk about that later. Tell me your other thoughts.” he says, changing the subject to the issue at hand.

“...I’m scared.” Felix says in English. “We fucked up.” 

“We did.” Chan responds, also in English.

“I’m scared how everyone else will react to this. This wasn’t planned.” 

“I know.” 

He looks at him with a frown. “What do we do?”

“Well…” Chan sucks in breath. “How do you feel about it? Me spending your heat with you.” 

“I liked it,” he says honestly. A little too honest. “I-I liked it a lot. You took care of me and you made me feel… so good. Never thought spending heats with someone you like would feel so…” he trails, scoffing. He shakes his head. “It was very nice.” 

It makes him smile more hearing that. “And a little birdy told me you liked me~” he teases, coming out as a sing-song.

Felix blushes even more. “I thought you knew this already.” 

“Mmm,” Chan intertwines their fingers together. “I did, but I like hearing it.” 

“Well, not saying it again.” 

“Aw, come on~” he whines gently. “Please? For me?”

“What do I get out of it?” He asks. His frown slowly morphes into a teasing smile.

“Lots of love.” 

“I been getting that though.” 

“This one’s different!” 

“Really? How so?” 

Chan’s smile morphes into a smirk. “Well…let’s just say, instead of spending a week in bed, it’ll be much…much longer.” his voice comes out sultry and offering, it makes Felix blush deeper. “And…we’ll get to spend lots more time together. Lots of…kissing, lots of cuddles…lots of love ma-” 

“Pervert.” 

“I could be your pervert, though.” he leans close to him. “Please?”

“No.” 

“Please??”

“ No .” 

“Pleaassee????”

Felix huffs. “Fine, fine…” He shakes his head once more, his smile growing. He can feel his stomach tingle from butterflies. “I do like you. A lot.” 

It’s embarrassing to admit, but since he’s here…

“I’ve thought about this moment for a very long time. I didn’t plan it this way, but…I’ve always wanted to spend my heats with you. I knew you’d…take care of me, but…just being with you makes me feel so happy.” he tightens his hold around Chan’s. “I imagined us going on dates, traveling the world together. Just us. As…a couple. Waking up beside you every morning, bringing you breakfast in bed. I imagined us celebrating special days and nights, and just—being with you. I imagined us growing old together, looking back on our lives and just…feeling immense happiness that we decided to take a shot on this.” 

His words are gentle and…visionary. It tugs on Chan’s heartstrings and brings tears to his eyes. His expression shocked and happy at the same time. 

“...Do you mean it?” Chan asks, slightly breathless. 

Felix nods. “Every word.” 

The smile on Chan’s face grows, ear to ear. He pulls him into a hug, holding him tight as if he was going to disappear. 

“You really mean it?” he pulls back to look him in the eyes. “You really like me?”
Felix smiles. “Maybe something deeper? I don’t–I don’t want to scare you-” 

“I love you.” Chan admits. 

The omega’s eyes go wide also now in complete shock. 

“I have been fighting,” his voice cracks. “I have been fighting back these feeling for too fucking long.” he takes a breath. “It’s terrifying. Sometimes I don’t know what to do with myself, and I didn’t want to risk losing you because of my selfishness. I’d rather stay in the friendzone for the rest of my life than to lose you.” 

“Chan…” his eyes suddenly burn from emotion. 

“I can’t live my life without you.” 

Felix pulls Chan into a deep kiss. A kiss that’s binding and eternal. Filled with love and hope. Security and longevity. 

Their kiss lasts for what it feels like hours, but way shorter. It leaves them a bit winded, their lips ghosting over each other. 

“What do we tell the others?” He asks, it almost comes out a whisper. 

Chan shakes his head. “I don’t know and I don’t care. Not right now.”

“But…” 

“Don’t worry about a thing, darling.” he smiles. “It’ll be our little secret. For now.”