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"Chan-hyung?"

Jeongin's voice brings him out of his mind and he hums lowly, tearing his eyes away from you, even though it takes everything he has.

"He's completely whipped, guys," Minho states, making Changbin and Jisung laugh, while Chan's cheeks flush bright red. 

"I said I'm gonna go. I have some assignments to finish," the youngest states, giving Chan a knowing smile, even though he doesn't say a word about his hyung's flustered state.

"Oh, sure, Innie. Good luck with it," Chan nods with a smile on his face. 

"Thanks," Jeongin grins as he stands up and smoothens his shorts.

"Bye!" Han gives him a wave, before turning his attention to Chan, finding the older boy's eyes already focused on you.

"Bye, guys," Jeongin bids them farewell and heads after his own matters, knowing that the boys will now be too busy teasing Chan anyways.

"You should finally tell her," Changbin states, nudging his friend's shoulder with his own. Chan just sighs, clenching his jaw. 

He's had the biggest crush on you for longer than it's healthy. You are just- you're perfect. You're everything he ever wanted and more. Perfect Omega to his Alpha. But you're also his really close friend ever since his third year of college and he's not willing to ruin that just because of all the things you make him feel. 

"If you don't do anything, I might," Hyunjin teases, a smirk on his lips that dies instantly the moment Chan growls at him involuntarily, making the younger boy raise his hands in defense, the rest of the group shrinking a bit at the sound. 

"Sorry, hyung. I didn't mean to- I was just teasing," Hyunjin states softly. 

"I know, I'm sorry, Jinnie," Chan mumbles, even though his fists stay clenched by his sides. 

"Dude, you should really do something about it though," Minho pipes up, not caring to use honorifics, not that Chan would really mind after all the time they've spent together. 

"Like what?" Chan grumbles, his eyes glued to you, watching as you play with your little niece. Her babysitter couldn't make it today and your sister had an important appointment she couldn't miss so you, being the complete sweetheart you are, offered to bring the little rascal to the park along with them. So now you're building a small sand castle with her while the rest of the group sits nearby on picnic blankets. To say the sight of you being so good with the little pup had Chan drooling over you would be an understatement. He wishes he could blame it on his nature, just his Alpha being a fool for your Omega, but he knows it's much more. He feels like he's going crazy. 

"I don't know, ask her out on a date maybe?" Jisung offers. 

"Yeah, I'm sure she would say yes," Changbin adds, and Hyunjin hums in agreement. 

Chan knows they are right. He knows it and still, he was not able to get that question through his lips throughout all the time he's known you. It feels like a curse. 

"Come on, Lizzy! Let's have a break, okay?" He hears you saying before both you and your niece are getting up and heading to the blankets, your hand gently stroking her hair as you smile down at her. Chan could die.

"We are building a castle!" Lizzy states proudly once she reaches them and plops herself down next to Hyunjin, who looks at her cautiously, making you laugh. You still remember all those hilarious stories about how little kids apparently always seem to want to murder him. 

"That's a castle? I thought it's a cave," Jisung teases and you give him a death glare. 

"Uncle! That's not true!" Lizzy pouts at him, grabbing a piece of the watermelon that Minho offered her while you settle down next to Chan. 

"Okay, okay, sorry," Han states with an apologetic look, making you smile at his antics, which of course doesn't go unnoticed by Chan, his irritation growing.

"I think it's a very pretty castle," Changbin states, making Lizzy beam.

"We have the best architect on it after all," you state, winking at your niece. 

"Who's an architect?" She asks curiously. You sometimes forget that there are lots of things she still doesn't understand. You open your mouth, ready to explain but Chan beats you to it.

"That's a person who helps build houses. They draw this- like a plan of it and then people build it according to it," he says, smiling at her softly.

"Oh, I see," she murmurs, looking down at her watermelon, apparently thinking it through. 

"Thank you, uncle," she adds, grinning at him and Chan gives her a small nod. 

You bite on your lower lip, trying to not let the way your heart roars at the sight of Chan interacting with your niece show on your face. Thank god you're on suppressants or the way your Omega drools over him could be smelled by everyone in the park, which would be more than embarrassing. 

"That's who uncle Minho will be if he finishes his studies," Hyunjin teases, making you and Changbin laugh, while Minho rolls his eyes. While most of the boys accepted being called uncle by Lizzy very easily, Minho hates it. 

'It makes me look like an old man!' 

His words, not yours.

"Really?" Lizzy turns her head to Minho and he smiles at her.

"Yeah, sure," he nods and she grins, apparently satisfied with the answer. 

You realize how thirsty you feel, your eyes searching for the bottle you brought with you until you find it. Getting to it would be quite tricky though, so you decide to ask for help.

"Channie, can you hand me my bottle of water, please?" You lean a bit closer to him, pointing at it, the sudden proximity making your skin prickle, your eyes meeting and he smiles, nodding softly.

You watch as he leans for it, the muscles on his back lining underneath his sleeveless shirt, making your cheeks burn and your gaze slip down to your lap because you're sure you wouldn't be able to get a grip otherwise. 

"Here," he says, voice all low and gentle, making your heart flutter and you look up at him shyly. 

"Thank you," you murmur, giving him a small smile. 

But before you're able to even open the bottle, you notice someone approaching your group and you immediately recognize them as Felix and Seungmin. They both had classes longer than the rest of you but they promised to make it, even if it meant coming a bit later. You put the bottle down and jump to your feet with a wide grin on your lips, running straight into Felix's arms, making the blond laugh as he spins you around a bit, while Chan feels like screaming. 

He knows you and Felix clicked instantly when he introduced you to the boys. You two have a lot in common including your constant need for cuddles and Felix is your huge ally in that, even though Chan would die to take his place anytime. He knows that what you two have is pure friendship but he still can't help the jealousy that fills up his chest every time he sees the two of you in each other's embrace.

"Uncle Felix!" Lizzy stands up, running to the two of you just for Felix to pick her up, while you still cling to his side. The sight alone makes Chan see red and so he looks away, clenching his jaw and trying desperately to calm the storm raging inside him. He doesn't understand why he's so easily irritated these days. He knows none of these things have such an effect on him usually. There's always some but never like this. 

"What about me, huh?" Seungmin leans closer to the three of you, making both you and Lizzy giggle.

When he gets a proper greeting too, you all join the rest of the group, sitting down on the colorful blankets and fortunately both you and Lizzy end up by Chan's side now, which makes him calm down a little. 

While the boys start chatting almost immediately, Chan turns to you. You have Lizzy seated on your lap as you whisper to her, a grin appearing on her face while you intervene your fingers with hers, melting Chan's heart. You pull away from her a bit, your eyes meeting Chan's and he could swear there was a hint of mischief in yours, but it's gone sooner than he's able to dwell on it. 

"Uncle Chan?" Lizzy looks up at him, his gaze slipping to her.

"Yes?" He smiles softly, uncertain of what did you two plan for him. 

"Would you build with me now?" She asks, her big eyes watching him carefully, almost shyly.

"Sure," he offers, making Lizzy beam as she jumps to her feet, grabbing his hand. Before Chan knows it, he's being dragged to the unfinished sand castle while your giggles, music to his ears, accompany him. 

"Chan will make a great dad one day," Changbin states from beside you once the man in question is out of earshot as if he was reading your mind, making your cheeks burn. 

"Yeah," you murmur, watching as Chan settles down with Lizzy, speaking to her softly with a smile on his face, your heart clenching in your chest. 

"We've always joked that Chan will be the one to have pups really soon," Hyunjin says, crossing his legs and sipping his frappe.

"He has all of you, I think that's enough when it comes to pups," you state with a smirk.

"Ha, very funny," Minho deadpans, but you can see his lips twitching with amusement.

"It's true though. Look at him. He's made to be a dad," Han states, gesturing with his hand towards Chan and you indeed follow the trace all the way to him, currently helping Lizzy build a tower, making her giggle. 

Good Alpha. Good mate.

Hush!

"He just needs to meet the right girl," Seungmin agrees before stuffing his mouth full of the watermelon, which would usually make you laugh but right now your brain is stuck on his words.

Could that ever be you?

"I think he has a crush on someone," Changbin says matter-of-factly, making your head snap to him, your lips parting in surprise. 

"Who?" Felix asks, apparently just as confused as you are.

"I'm not sure," Binnie shrugs as if it wasn't a big deal at all, as if his words didn't make your heart race like crazy, anxiety creeping into your chest. 

You liked Chan from the first moment you saw him. He was this cool guy that seemed to be friends with half of the people at your university, with bright eyes, curly dark hair, and the cutest dimpled smile you've ever seen. So when you bumped into him at Jisung's party in the backyard and he actually stayed and talked to you, you felt blessed. But you soon understood that all he probably sees in you is a friend. He never really did anything that would say otherwise and so you tried to keep your growing crush on him at bay. Even though it drives your Omega crazy. While the suppressants usually shut her down effectively, it's different with Chan. You even got your dose increased but nothing changed. She still keeps whispering to you, all those things about him you try to ignore, all that filth that you usually bury as deep as possible, and it's excruciating. If you knew Chan felt at least a bit of attraction towards you, you would've confessed but now it seems like he has a crush on someone himself, which flattens all your hopes. 

"How do you know?" Felix's question takes you out of your head, making you realize that you probably silently stared at Changbin with your mouth opened for a while like a weirdo and so you quickly collect yourself, deciding to finally drink a bit of your water to drown the awful dryness in your mouth. 

"You haven't noticed?" Hyunjin asks with a smirk, making you furrow your brows. Wait, do all of them know something that you and Felix don't?

"He's all smiley these days. He doesn't even stay locked up at the studio that much. You can bet something's up," Jisung states and you cough a little as a bit of water gets stuck at the back of your throat, Minho and Felix coming to your rescue and patting your back a bit.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Minho asks all too sweetly, while you struggle to reply through your coughing fit. 

"I'm okay, I'm okay," you assure them once you're able to breathe freely again, your cheeks burning from embarrassment. 

"Good," Minho murmurs before leaning back, exchanging smirks with Hyunjin.

"Here, have a bit of water," Felix offers you, making you feel really grateful for his thoughtfulness as you take the bottle from him, letting the liquid soothe your aching throat, trying really really hard to calm your chaotic thoughts to not choke on the drink again. 

"I still feel like you're not telling the whole truth," Felix says softly, his gentle brown eyes meeting Changbin's sharp gaze.

"Why would I lie?" The older boy rises an eyebrow at the blond by your side.

"I don't think Lixie was saying you're lying. I just think you're leaving out certain things," you state, voice still hoarse but you would be damned if you didn't back up your friend, especially when you too feel like there's more to the story than Changbin's telling you. And by the way his lips twitch slightly, almost undetectably, you know you and Felix are right. 

"There's nothing more to say," he shakes his head though, folding his arms on his chest.

"Ugh, you're a liar, oppa," you grumble quietly as your eyes find Chan and Lizzy again, but the boys hear it anyways, your comment making them laugh. 

"Hey! Don't be rude," Minho teases, nudging your shoulder, making you chuckle.

"I'll stay quiet from now on, I promise," you tease back.

"Ah, finally," Seungmin states, your eyes snapping to him, carrying pretended offense, making him smirk. 

Soon the conversation is taken elsewhere as Jisung updates the group on his Mario cart achievements and you find yourself staring at Chan and your little niece again. 

They managed to do quite a lot of work and it seems like the construction of the castle will be finished soon, both of them adding the last details now. You can't help the notorious butterflies that fill your stomach at the sight, your mind immediately coming up with enough potential scenarios where Chan would play like this with your own pups that it could last you for eternity, your Omega whining at the thought, which effectively snaps you out of it as you remind yourself of the current situation. He's not into you. He doesn't want your pups. And this is definitely not something you should think about at all. He's your friend. Jeez. 

"Y/N?" Felix's low voice cuts through your inner battle, making you tear your gaze from Chan, your eyes meeting his. 

"Yeah?" You murmur, cheeks burning as if he could read your thoughts, which he, fortunately, cannot. 

"Is everything okay? You seem- well, you seem off," he says, his gaze examining you carefully. 

"Yeah, I'm okay. I mean- I'm fine. Perfect. Nothing out of ordinary," you blurt out, mentally smacking yourself for it. You always talk too much when you're nervous, a stupid habit of yours. Felix gives you a look, one that says he sees right through you, and you sigh. You make sure the boys are too caught up in their own business before you actually start speaking, quiet enough only for Felix to hear. 

"I don't know. I think my heat might be getting close. My Omega is just doing funny things," you shrug, biting on your lower lip as you look down shyly.

"Is it because of Chan?" He asks and you look at him, not able to hide your shock. 

"Ah, I knew it," he states with a smile.

"No, no, no, no, no," you shake your head vigorously but it doesn't seem like Felix is willing to listen to you anymore.

"You can't convince me now," he states, making you groan out in annoyance as you hide your face behind your knees.

"Felix!" You whine in embarrassment, making him laugh. 

"I'm sorry but it's too obvious," he says softly and you wish you could just disappear into the thin air.

"Do you think he knows?" You whisper, your heart squeezing at the thought. 

"I don't know. It's Chan," he says as if that would explain anything. 

"It doesn't matter anyway. He apparently has a crush on someone so," you murmur with a shrug, biting on your lower lip.

"Y/N-," is all Felix is able to say before there are small arms wrapping around your form as Lizzy embraces you, a smile appearing on your features as you pull her down onto your lap. 

"How did it go?" You ask. 

"We are done. It's beautiful," she states and you giggle.

"Oh, I can see all the way from here. It really is the most beautiful castle I've ever seen," Felix agrees, making Lizzy grin.

"Uncle Chan did most of the work," she says just as the said boy sits down next to you, your gazes meeting.

"That's not true!" He shakes his head, making you smile. Of course, he wouldn't take the credit for it. 

"It is! But I did the towers," she states proudly. 

"They turned out amazing. You're such a great builder," you praise, watching as your niece hides her face in the crook of your neck shyly, making you smile, while you pull her closer. Your eyes meet Chan's again and you mouth a little thank you which he waves off with a grin. 

-

You and Lizzy stay with the boys for a while until she gets tired and you decide that it's the right time to head home. Fortunately, Chan volunteers to escort you. Otherwise, it would've been you now who carries Lizzy's sleeping form not him, and you're sure you wouldn't be handling it as well it as he does. 

"Thank you again, Chan. I don't think I would be able to carry her the whole way," you say softly, looking at him as if you wanted to curve the sight of him holding Lizzy gently against his chest into your memory. Maybe you do. 

"It's okay, Y/N. I don't mind at all," he smiles at you.

"So- uhm- anything new?" You ask, dropping your gaze to your shoes now.

"No, not really," Chan states, apparent confusion lacing his tone. 

"I was just thinking- we didn't really have a chance to talk properly these days so-," you murmur.

"Yeah, that's true. Anything new with you?" He asks and you shake your head.

"No, not at all," you reply and Chan hums in acknowledgment. 

You both stay quiet for a moment until you sigh and turn to him again.

"Changbin told us you have a crush on someone. Is that true?" You blurt out, gazing at him anxiously. Chan freezes, his cheeks flushing and he looks at you as if you just caught him red-handed. That's enough of an answer to you, your heart clenching painfully in your chest but you try to not let your hurt show on your face.

"W-what?" He finally manages to form solid words. 

"He said you like someone but he refused to tell us who. So I was just wondering- you know- if it's true," you say, glancing at him carefully.

"No. It's not true. I- I don't like anyone at the moment," he denies but it doesn't sound as persuasive as you wish for it to do. 

"Oh," is all you're able to let out, biting on your lower lip nervously.

"Why- why would he even say something like that?" Chan chuckles awkwardly and you mirror him, looking down at the ground.

"I- I don't know. We were just kind of talking about you and he came up with that. I thought it wasn't true. You would've told me if you liked someone, right?" You look up at him and Chan wishes the ground would just swallow him up whole so he doesn't have to proceed with this whole thing anymore. Also, he's about to give Changbin a piece of his mind as soon as he can. 

"Of course, I would tell you," he states even though it takes all he has. He hates to lie to you because the last thing he wants is to be untruthful with you. 

"Good," you force yourself to smile even though his words fail to give you any comfort at all. 

Now you know something is up. Jisung was right.

-

You walk mostly in silence all the way to your sister's house, the atmosphere between the two of you staying somehow tense even through your attempts to at least have a small talk here and there. 

Once you get close enough, you find out your brother-in-law just made it home. When he too sees you approaching their house, he waves at you before jogging towards you once he notices Lizzy's asleep in Chan's arms.

"Hey! Oh, let me take her from you. Thank you so much for taking care of her," he gives you a bright smile, collecting his little daughter into his arms.

"It's completely fine. You should thank Chan. He carried her the whole way," you say softly.

"You should've called me. I would've picked her up. Thank you though, Chan," he turns to your friend, who now seems a bit flustered.

"It was no big deal," he plays it cool as always, making you smile a bit.

"We had a great time at the park today. Lizzy seemed to enjoy herself," you say, looking at the little girl now, her round cheeks seem even more puffed out in her sleep, making her easily the cutest pup you've ever seen.

"That's great. Thank you again. I would've watched over her but I had a meeting this afternoon and it just took ages," Jim sighs and you give him a sympathetic look.

"You can come upstairs if you want to join us for dinner though," he brightens up again, but you find yourself shaking your head no.

"Sorry, I have an assignment to finish so I should better get going," you say, feeling a bit guilty for refusing his kind offer, but he gives you a gentle smile. 

"I completely understand. It's okay. Maybe another time. You can bring Chan with you anytime too. I'm sure Lizzy would love to see you both again," he says and you exchange a shy smile with Chan.

"Thank you so much. We will stop by soon for sure," you promise, Chan's heart jumping at the proposition. 

"See you soon," he nods with a smile at your brother-in-law and Jim mirrors the gesture.

"See you. Goodbye!" He waves you off with a smile and watches as you both make your way down the street before heading inside with Lizzy still curled in his arms.

-

Chan walks you all the way to your apartment building, the two of you exchanging just a few words here and there throughout the whole way. You feel like there's an abyss between the two of you, getting wider and wider with every passing second and you hate it. So once you stop in front of the building, you decide to address your brother-in-law's invitation, thinking that maybe that's why Chan's been so quiet, that maybe he doesn't want to go and doesn't know how to tell you. 

"You- you don't have to go to the dinner with me, if you don't want to," you state, and Chan turns his head to you, surprised.

"I- I would actually love to go. If you don't mind, that is," he says, his tone soft.

"Of course, I don't mind, Chan," you murmur, giving him a small smile.

"Good," he breathes out, nervousness apparent from his posture. 

What happened to the two of you? You didn't use to feel this awkward around each other. 

"I- I was thinking we could maybe watch a movie tonight? If you want to? I would just finish my assignment quickly and we could meet up then?" You offer, playing with the hem of your summer dress anxiously.

"Sure. Yeah. We could do that," he nods but it feels forced. 

"If you don't want to, Chan, just say it," you murmur, feeling your heart clench in your chest as you look at him. You're beginning to feel desperate, distress tormenting your soul. 

"Why would I not want to, Y/N?" He asks, eyes widening.

"I-I don't know! I feel like something is going on and I don't know what! You're acting so weird and I- it stresses me out, Chan! Did I do something wrong? Are you mad at me? What's the deal?" You ask, not able to hold your frustration back anymore. 

Chan stares at you, speechless. Just when your eyes fill with tears, his brain and more importantly his nature kick in, his Alpha begging him desperately to let him comfort you. Chan reaches for you, hands engulfing yours as he gazes into your eyes.

"What are you talking about, Y/N? I'm not mad at you at all. I could never be. You didn't do anything wrong. It's just- It's just me," he admits softly and you seem to freeze. 

"What?" You murmur, brows curving in confusion.

Chan sighs, pondering whether to tell you the whole truth or not. 

"It's my fault. I- I-," he sighs, scratching the back of his neck nervously. 

"I like you, Y/N. For a really long time actually. I'm sorry I made things awkward between the two of us. That was the last thing I wanted. I know you probably don't feel the same and you don't have to do-."

You shut him up by cupping his cheeks gently and pressing a soft kiss to his plush lips. You feel him stiffen against you, which makes you regret your decision. Maybe you misunderstood the whole situation. You want to pull away but Chan wraps his arms around your middle, pulling you closer as his lips move against yours, making your heart race, warmth pooling in the pit of your stomach.

You don't know how to describe what you feel at the moment. It's like electricity, running through your body, raising goosebumps on your skin and making your fingertips tingle. You feel so full of emotions yet your mind stays completely clear, serene as ever, your Omega apparently satiated for once. All you can focus on is the warmth of his body pressed against yours and the taste of him on your lips and your tongue.

Chan feels like he's going crazy. He must be dreaming, right? This cannot be real. 

But it is. It is and it feels divine. He can't get enough of you, your soft body, your taste, the smallest noises you make against his lips. It's maddening yet he never wants to leave this exact moment. He dreamed of this for too long and now that he has it, he's not gonna let it go.

But even though both of you don't want to, you eventually have to pull away to get some air, chests heaving slightly as you rest your forehead against his, holding each other close, cheeks all warm and lips puffy. 

"I like you too, Chan. A lot. For a long time," you murmur, and he parts from you so he can look into your eyes. 

"Really? I wouldn't have guessed," he teases and you smack his shoulder lightly. 

"Hey! I thought it was obvious even before but turns out you're completely blind," you say and he chuckles. 

"I mean you could've said something yourself. I thought I was being obvious about it too," he states and you sigh.

"Well, I was kind of hoping you feel the same but then Changbin came up with you having a crush on someone and I got nervous," you admit and he laughs, genuinely and lightly, the sound warming your heart. 

"You are the one I had a crush on, Y/N. The boys knew for a long time. I bet he did it all to tease me," he mumbles and you scoff.

"Ah, I get it now. That's why he was refusing to tell us more," you note to yourself, making him smile.

"I'm glad we figured it out though. It's such a relief," Chan admits and you giggle, nodding your head.

"Yeah. You have no idea," you say, making him grin. 

"The movie night still stands, right?" He assures and you chuckle.

"Of course. I mean if you don't have better plans," you say softly.

"No way," he shakes his head lightly before pecking your lips again, making your heart jump in your chest.

"Okay. I- I think I should go now so I can finish the assignment asap. I'll text you as soon as I'm done, okay?" You say and he smiles, nodding.

"Sure. Good luck with it," he states and you grin before pulling closer to him, hugging him tightly. He reciprocates the embrace immediately, pressing a kiss into your hair as he holds you close, your hearts thrumming in tandem.

You know nothing ever felt more right than this. 

-

You try to focus as hard as you can on your assignment but your mind keeps drifting away to Chan, to his plush lips, his soft eyes, his strong body. You're smiling to yourself like an idiot, humming a tune under your breath as you desperately try to solve the last mathematical problem, your Omega not helping at all.

Ever since she got the taste of Chan, she won't stop whining about it. You know it's probably because your heat is close but it's maddening. She's insatiable and she wants more. She wants his scent, his mark, his pups. And it's driving you crazy because you know that's not what you can give to her at the moment. You and Chan literally just admitted to each other how you feel, it's not like you are ready to bound yourself to him forever. But she apparently doesn't give a damn about that. 

You're torn from your chaotic thoughts by a ping of an incoming message, your hand blindly searching for your phone as your eyes stay glued to the paper in front of you. Just as you bring it close enough, your gaze slides to the screen, only to find a message from Chan there, a smile making its way to your lips.

It disappears as soon as you open it though, your joy short-lived. 

> I can't make it today, bb :( Jeongin needs help with the assignment and I think we'll be stuck at the studio for a while. I'm really really sorry. What about tomorrow? I'll bring all your favorite snacks, I promise.

You sigh at the change of plans but your heart warms up because of his words soon, a small smile settling on your features again. 

< It's okay, I'm struggling with my assignment too so who knows when I'll be done. Tomorrow's perfect. Can't wait~

It doesn't take long before Chan replies to you.

> Great. See you tomorrow then, sweetheart :)) good luck with your assignment! 

You feel like a love-struck dummy, staring at the screen, your heart thrumming wildly, your cheeks burning. He never called you like that, the use of pet name melting your insides, your Omega purring. It's definitely something you'll love getting used to.

< You too! See you tomorrow. And hug Innie for me :)

You put the phone away, trying to focus once more so you can finish this and go to sleep, but Chan has different plans.

> No hugs for me? :(

You chuckle softly at that.

< You'll get plenty of them tomorrow, I promise~

> Good. ;)

You shake your head at Chan's antics, an amused smile on your lips.

< Gn, doofus :)

> Goodnight, sweetheart.

His message has you leaning on your table, hiding your warm face behind your forearms as you sigh softly, your heart racing. 

If Chan keeps this up, he might really be the end of you. 

After staying like that for a moment or two, you have to persuade yourself to get your shit together and finish your assignment. 

Fortunately, after watching some videos online you finally manage to solve the mathematical problem so you can call it a night. You then force yourself to make something small for dinner before taking a shower and going to sleep, falling on the sheets with a smile on your face and Chan on your mind, the sweet dreams swallowing you up soon after. 

-

Chan is frustrated beyond belief.

He texted you this morning, nothing but you occupying his thoughts ever since he woke up but to his surprise, you didn't reply. He waited patiently as the hours passed, thinking that you were maybe busy or that your phone died, but the midday rolled by with no response. That was when he decided to ask Hyunjin, who happens to share most of your classes with you, about you, just to find out you didn't make it today, excusing yourself for health reasons. That's when Chan got really really worried, his Alpha not making it any easier. He tried calling you but you didn't answer at all. To say that sitting through his classes was a nightmare would be an understatement. He couldn't wait to get out of the school just to rush to your flat and take care of you, whatever the issue you were putting up with was.

But then he tried calling you one last time before his last lesson of the day started and to his surprise, you did pick up.

"Y/N? Oh my god, what happened? Are you okay, baby?" He spoke in a rushed tone, his voice perfectly mirroring the fear that squeezed on his heart. 

"Alpha."

He froze. 

Your voice was nothing but a trembling, low, breathy whisper, one that sent shivers down his spine. 

"Y/N darling, what- what's going on?" He stuttered, unsure of the whole situation. You never, ever, called him by his designation, not even jokingly, which is exactly why he was so alerted at the moment.

"I- I need you. I need you so bad. Please! It- it hurts so much. Please, Alpha. Make it go away, please," you begged, desperation lacing your tone, your words turning Chan's blood into ice.

He instantly knew what was up, his Alpha growling inside of him, his body immediately reacting in the only way it knew, making him stand up and pack his things hurriedly, Jeongin turning to him with a puzzled look but Chan couldn't care less at the moment.

"It's okay, sweetheart. I'm on my way, okay? I'll be there as soon as possible, I promise," he spoke to you calmly, even though he was nothing but. He basically jogged out of the classroom, passing his confused professor in the door as he rushed to your aid, not sparing him a glance nor apology, his attention fully on you as you replied to his words with your shaky voice.

"I- I'm so scared. I need you here, please. I want you. Only you, Alpha," you hiccuped, making Chan see red, adrenaline coursing through his veins in a ridiculous amount.

"It's okay, love. Listen to me now, okay? Are you listening?" He assured, knowing that focusing on something might be really hard for you at the moment. 

"Y-yes, Chan," you replied, his name slipping from your lips making him smile softly as he walked down the street, passing the people in hurry. 

"Be a good girl for me and get in your bed and make a pretty little nest. Could you do that for me?" He asked and you hummed on the other side of the line.

"Y-yes. I think so," you said, following his instructions and climbing into your bed.

"I'm gonna hang up now, baby. But I'll be at your place soon. I'll take care of you, darling, I promise," he stated, hoping his words can give you assurance.

"Okay," you murmured, apparently already feeling a bit better once he gave you a quest to finish that you could focus on before he would make it to your apartment.

"See you, baby."

"See you, Chan."

This is not something that he expected to happen when you finally picked up the phone but it's not something he couldn't deal with. Chan often thought of what it would be like if the two of you spent your heats and ruts together, helping each other through the harsh times, but the two of you never really crossed that line. Maybe it was because you both knew the same thing Chan's thinking about now as he's rushing up the stairs to your flat. 

There's no way back.

He finally stands at your door, leaning down to pick up the key he knows is hidden underneath the carpet to unlock the door but before he can even make it that far, the door opens and suddenly you're in his arms, half-naked and smelling like heaven.

You immediately nuzzle your face into his neck, while Chan carefully navigates you back inside the flat, successfully suppressing the growl that wanted to leave him at the thought of someone else picking up even just a tiny whiff of your delicious scent. 

When the door closes behind the two of you, he gets literally swallowed up by you, his skin breaking into goosebumps as his nostrils flare, his Alpha going feral as it's now more than apparent, that you're in heat. A strong one at that. Your voice takes him out of the haze your scent sent him in though, forcing him to get a grip once more. 

"C-Chan! I- I can't smell you. Why can't I smell you?" You whimper, desperately nudging his scent gland with your nose, making his body buzz. His heart squeezes painfully at your words and he wraps his arms around you, holding you close.

"I'm sorry, little one. I'm still on blockers," he explains. If he knew your heat would come so soon and the two of you actually agreed on this, he would've stopped using them before it, but it's too late now to do so. And maybe it's better for both of you like this. At least one of you should stay rational during this time. 

"How do you feel, love? Is it better now?" He asks, pulling away a bit to cup your cheeks, your gazes meeting. 

God, you look beautiful. Even though your hair is messy, your eyes are glossy, your lower lip puffy from constantly biting on it and the only thing you're currently wearing is an old oversized t-shirt that he can bet you stole from him and soft cotton panties, he's sure you never looked more gorgeous to him. 

"Y-yes. So much better when you're here. I made the nest. Do you- do you want to see?" You ask shyly, your hands now playing with the hem of your shirt. Chan feels like going crazy, his feelings for you mixing with the bubbling desire inside of him. Yet he knows he has to stay collected. 

"Of course, baby," he murmurs, stroking your cheeks, watching as you close your eyes and nuzzle closer into his touch, bathing in the attention, his heart jumping in his chest at the sight, his Alpha purring.

"Did you eat anything today, sweetheart?" He asks softly, not stopping his ministrations, noticing it brings you peace and comfort.

"Uhm, no, Chan," you whisper, making his chest somehow tighter, regret spreading through him. He should've been here with you and taken care of you. You needed him and where was he? His poor little Omega. You had to go through hell when he wasn't here, his Alpha roaring at the thought. He'll make it all up to you, he'll take good care of you from now on. 

"You will show me the nest and then I'll prepare something to eat for you, okay? You need food, little one," he states and you nod mindlessly. He knows you're too distracted by his touch now, but that's okay. 

"Come on, then," he murmurs, sliding his hands off your cheeks carefully and taking your hand in his.

"Okay," you say, collecting yourself as much as you can before leading the way towards your bedroom.

Chan feels his knees buckle once he walks into the room and your scent fully envelopes him while you present your nest to him proudly, looking at him for apparent approval. He never thought this day will come. He dreamed of this way too much and now it's here and he's frozen to the ground, battling with himself to keep his cool.

"Chan? Do you- do you not like it?" You ask worriedly, your distress apparent in your scent, making the hair on the back of his neck rise, his nature urging him to comfort you.

"No, no, of course, I like it. It's beautiful. Thank you for showing it to me. I just still can't believe it," he states with a small smile, squeezing your hand a bit tighter. 

You reciprocate the gesture before you close the small distance between the two of you, overcomed with the sudden urge to be as close as possible to him, hugging him and hiding your face in the crook of his neck again, letting out a satisfied sigh when the tension inside of you subdues a bit at the contact, only to have a wave of want rise inside you once he wraps his strong arms around you.

"I- I need you, Chan," you whisper as you start nibbling at his gland lightly, making the muscles of his abdomen clench, his hands flexing at your lower back as he holds back a groan. 

He knew this would come, that your Omega won't be satiated by his touch that easily, but he hoped he'll have more time to prepare some snacks and drinks. But nothing ever goes as he plans, does it?

"Just- just a moment, baby, okay? I- I need to get you something to eat," he says, tugging at your hips gently to get you to pull away. You do, looking up at him with a pout.

"You don't want me, Alpha?" You ask, tears rising in your eyes at your own words and Chan wishes he could slap himself. That's the last thing he wanted.

"I do, I do, love. You have no idea how much. I just want to take care of you first. I should've been here sooner," he sighs softly, stroking your cheek affectionately.

"It's starting to hurt again," you say quietly, biting on your lower lip, making Chan's heart clench. 

"I have an idea, yeah? You'll get in your pretty nest and wait there for me to keep it warm, while I prepare something small to snack on, okay?" He states and you seem to think about it for a second before you smile softly and you nod. Chan lets out a relieved sigh, glad your heat is apparently not strong enough yet to torment you too much so he still has time to actually take care of you. 

"Good. Go on then, baby," he encourages, planting a kiss on your forehead before you really do part from him and head to the bed. 

Chan smiles at you as you climb in before he leaves the bedroom, keeping the door open to be able to check on you, heading to the kitchen with an easy recipe already on his mind.

-

"Is it good, baby?" He asks with an amused smile as he watches you consume another mouthful of the pasta he prepared while you sit cuddled up in his lap. 

"Yes. Thank you, Channie," you murmur once you swallow the food, smiling at him.

You have no idea how happy this makes Chan. To be here with you, feed you, cuddle you, take care of you. He feels like he's dreaming. 

He leans down a bit, his lips meeting your jaw and he starts pressing soft kisses there, his hands stroking the exposed skin of your thigh, hoping his actions can speak for him to let you know how much he actually adores you.

What he didn't expect is for you to start wiggling in his lap a bit, apparently searching for friction, making his fingers dig into your thighs lightly, which only feeds the little sparkle inside you, that is dangerously close to becoming a hellfire.

"Channie," you while softly, leaning your head against his shoulder. 

Chan always thought he was a rather rational man. He's responsible and thorough. He always thinks through all the possibilities before making a decision. He's precise and analytical. He's always trying to keep his cool, be patient, and reliable, to keep his emotions at bay. 

Yet here he is, all his willpower to keep a clear mind crumbling as his Alpha howls for your Omega, breaking his inhibitions and spurring him on.

That's why his lips travel from your jaw down your neck all the way to your gland, kisses exchanged for nibbles, his hot tongue swiping over your sensitive skin, the taste of you on his tongue turning his brain into mush as he groans against your neck.

You tremble in his hold, eyes squeezed shut and lips parted, whimpers escaping you as you arch your back every time his teeth graze your gland, your core dripping, all for him.

He carefully takes the plate from your hands and places it on the bedside table, knowing you might accidentally drop it soon if he keeps up with his ministrations, before his hands return to your body, settling on your waist and thigh, holding you in place.

"Alpha! P-please," you whine, your hands covering his now, begging him to touch you. Chan is torn between the urge to satisfy you as soon as possible and the idea of edging you at least for a moment, to see you completely desperate for his touch. However, he realizes you're in your heat, which is definitely not a pleasant experience and he decides to make it as easy and as comfortable for you as possible. 

"What do you want me to do, darling?" He asks softly, kissing over your shoulder.

"Touch me, Chan. Please, baby, I- I need you," you murmur, your words making his heart swell. Who would he be to deny you? 

His hand runs up your thigh, over your tummy, and down between your legs, his fingertips meeting your soaked panties and he growls. The sweet scent accompanying your arousal sends him into sensory overload. He pushes your panties aside and without wasting a second, he dips two of his fingers into your awaiting heat, making you cry out and go stiff in his hold for a second before you start slowly grinding your hips into his hand, ever so eager, making Chan smile deviously.

"Does it feel good, pup?" He asks, nudging your pulsing gland with his nose, making you let out a shrouded breath. 

"Y-yes. Fuck! M-more, please. I need more," you whine.

"More? Look at you, baby. You're stuffed full with my fingers and you still want more? Such a dirty girl you are," he states, making you whimper as his fingers quicken their pace, stroking your warm walls deliciously, swiping over the spot deep inside of you that makes you see stars while his thumb rubs circles into your clit. 

Chan enjoys the way you're writhing in his lap more than he's willing to admit, your pussy sucking him in every time he pulls out hungrily, your scent filling his nose and turning his own body into flames, his cock twitching in his pants at every noise that leaves your pretty lips. 

"Cha-Channie!" You whine, clawing at his hand that's nestled between your legs, your thighs trembling, eyes squeezed shut. You certainly are a sight, one that Chan wants to engrave into his memory forever.

"What is it, little one?" He murmurs into your ear, his hot breath dancing over the side of your face as he sucks in your earlobe, making you whimper.

"I- I want to cum. Please, please. Let me cum, Alpha," you beg, arching your back as you can feel your release approaching, building steadily in your lower belly. 

He hums, a low chuckle leaving his lips. 

"Already?" He teases but he quickens his pace nonetheless, making you moan, your toes curling in pleasure. Chan can feel how close you are, your pussy pulsing around his thick fingers and he moves his lips back to your gland, nibbling and kissing your over-sensitive skin, while praises spill from his lips. 

"You're such a good girl for me, my little Omega."

"Look at you, you are so beautiful."

"You're taking my fingers so well."

You cannot take it anymore, all the attention he gives you, his words and his voice sending you over the edge, making you come undone on his fingers with his name on your lips, clamping down on him hard, sending ripples of pressure down Chan's abdomen and straight into his aching cock, that's now straining against his pants.

"That's it, baby. Good girl," he rasps out, letting you ride out your high before gently taking his fingers out of you, making you whine. He doesn't waste a second before bringing his digits into his mouth, the taste of you on his tongue making him groan out. 

"So sweet," he hums appreciatively, making your cheeks burn as you look up at him shyly. 

He leans down to you, tilting your chin up with his wet fingers and kissing you hungrily, making your stomach swirl with want as you purr against him. 

He slowly navigates you to lay down while he stays on top of you, his lips not leaving yours for a second as his hands roam your body.

"We need to take this off, okay?" He murmurs as he tugs on the hem of your shirt and you nod, letting him peel it over your head and throw it away, before you pull him down against your lips, feeling like he's the only one who can satiate the growing want inside of you, even though every brush of his plush lips against yours feeds it more and more.

He runs his hands up your body, caressing your skin until he cups your breasts, his thumbs rolling over your already stiff nipples, making you whine into the kiss. 

"You're so soft, baby," he states, his lips traveling down your neck, making you whimper. 

"Chan, please!" You breathe out, tugging on his own shirt, desperate to feel his skin against yours. He complies, pulling away from you and taking his shirt off, revealing his toned stomach. You purr at the sight, hands tracing his body eagerly, making him chuckle softly, while his head drops to your chest, kissing and nibbling on your skin, marking you up as his, making you tremble underneath him. 

You are so lost in him, so succumbed to the want burning inside you, that you don't even notice at first. Just when the thing becomes overbearing, you actually acknowledge it, your senses flooded with the most beautiful scent you've ever encountered in your entire life, the rich mixture of vanilla and cinnamon, something sweet yet spicy tingling in your nose, making your whole body feel like it's on fire.

"Chan! I- I can smell you," you whine, throwing your head back as your nails sink into his back. 

It should've been impossible but since the two of you are close and have deep feelings for each other, your heat probably triggered his rut at this point.

He growls lowly, his hips involuntarily grinding into yours, making you moan, your thighs now squeezing on his sides. Chan doesn't hesitate to do it again, relishing in the sounds that leave you and the pleasure that tingles in his lower belly.

"I-I need you. Please. Please," you manage to form as you rock your hips against his, the lust you feel completely clouding any rational thought.

"Omega," he whines, rutting against your clothed core like a mad man, making you tremble, broken moans leaving you.

"You're so- so beautiful," he murmurs against the skin of your neck, making your heart clench in your chest, a smile tugging at your lips, his praise going straight to your core.

"Please, Channie, I can't take it anymore! I need you inside," you beg, holding onto him as if your life depended on it.

"Is that true, baby?" He pants, gripping your hip to ground himself, for sure leaving marks, not that you'd care. 

"Y-yes," you whine, arching your back lightly. 

He chuckles breathily, his lips meeting yours in a messy kiss, while his fingers tug down your soaked panties before he throws them away, your dripping core exposed to the cold air of your bedroom, making you whimper. He doesn't hesitate to take off his pants along with his boxers, abandoning them on the ground by the bed before he's on you again, your naked bodies melting against each other, making you moan at the feeling of his warm skin under your hands. You can't get enough, fingers tracing and squeezing on every little part of him you can reach, setting his nerves on fire. 

He reaches down to cup your sex, both of you letting out the filthiest sounds at the contact - you because you finally feel him where you need him the most again and he because of how sopping wet you are. 

"Channie," you murmur, rocking your hips against his hand and he groans, pulling away, making you whine and pout at him, thighs trembling as he forces you to keep them open.

"Don't be impatient, little one," he states, his voice all deep and raspy, his eyes clouded with arousal as he leans back, kneeling, just to take a good look at your exposed pussy.

You feel like you're going crazy, your whole body tingling, the need in your abdomen getting unbearable, making you wiggle a bit under Chan's piercing gaze. 

"I would love to taste you, baby. So much," he murmurs, his eyes meeting yours again and you bite on your lower lip, suppressing a moan.

"Would you let me, darling?" He asks and you find yourself nodding eagerly. You'd take everything he has to offer, anything, if that means he keeps touching you.

Chan smiles, hands settling on your sides to keep you from closing your thighs before he buries his head between them, lapping on your glistening folds like a thirsty man, making you arch your back and let out a desperate whine, grounding yourself by sliding your hands into his messy curls, tugging lightly. He moans against your core, the vibrations intensifying your pleasure as he nibbles at your clit, making you whine. You bury the side of your warm face into your soft pillows, willing yourself to stay sane while Chan eats you out like the finest meal. He glances up at you, the sight of you burning itself into his memory.

You will never know how beautiful you are to him at the moment - your hair messy, eyes squeezed shut and lips parted in bliss, your gorgeous body covered in a sheen of sweat. He wants to remember you like this forever. He pictured you like this often since you were always the biggest star of his wet dreams but the reality is much much better and it drives Chan crazy. 

He laps at your wet hole, collecting your sweet arousal and grunting at the taste of you on his tongue. You start rocking your hips against him, chasing something that already feels too good to be real, your body tensing and trembling, while your pussy throbs for him, begging to be finally filled.

"Channie," you whimper, pulling at his hair in urgency. 

He just hums, his fingers sinking into the flesh of your hips as he holds you steady, before fucking with his tongue inside you, his nose bumping into your clit messily, his eyes meeting yours, heavy with want. The sight of him between your thighs along with his skilled ministrations are all it takes for you to cum with a high-pitched whine, bucking your hips into his face senselessly as your body arches off the mattress in the sweetest kind of release. 

Chan collects all that you gave him before smiling softly, apparently satisfied as his lips part from your center only to shower your inner thighs with gentle kisses as he mumbles praises into your pliant skin, making you squirm in overstimulation, tugging on his curls again with a soft whine falling from your lips.

"Too much, baby?" He murmurs, glancing up at you innocently. You nod lightly and so he pulls away, climbing up your body to claim your lips in a bruising kiss. You melt against him, pulling him closer, relishing in the feeling of his warm body against yours. He smiles into the kiss, cupping your cheek and stroking it with his thumb affectionately, making your heart race. You know this is not your heat anymore, your Omega is satiated by the two orgasms for now. This is just you and him, enjoying the small moment of clarity in each other's embrace.

Chan pulls away carefully, his eyes meeting yours, both of you smiling gently. 

"Hi," he murmurs. 

"Hi," you echo, leaning up to place a soft kiss on the top of his nose, making him grin, his beautiful eyes turning into crescents. He strokes your hair, pushing it behind your ear, his eyes never leaving yours.

"How do you feel, darling?" He asks, worry lacing his voice.

"Never been better, Channie," you assure him, biting on your lower lip.

"Really?" He raises an eyebrow and you nod vigorously.

"Yes. I'm so happy you are here. I'm sorry I dropped this on you like this. I didn't know this would happen and I- I was so scared to be alone. I would've handled it myself like always but I think something changed since the two of us confessed our feelings," you say, looking down shyly as your fingers play with the hair on the back of his neck. 

"I feel it too, Y/N," he admits and you meet his gaze in need of assurance.

"Does this mean-?" You cut yourself off, not daring to finish your sentence, but Chan nods, smiling.

"I think we are true mates, baby," he says and your heart jumps at his words. Hearing it out loud is completely different than only thinking about it. You grin, biting on your lower lip to contain it. 

"I never thought this could happen," you admit and he chuckles softly.

"Me neither. But I'm not complaining at all. You make me so happy, Y/N," he states, the sincerity of his words making you emotional.

"You make me really happy too, silly. I could not ask for a better mate," you say with a soft smile. Chan looks genuinely surprised, his eyes widening, which amuses you. 

"You mean it?" He asks and you scoff.

"Of course, I do. I- I love you, Channie. I always did," you whisper, a bit shy now, dropping your gaze. He captures your chin between his fingers, tilting your head up. 

"I love you too, darling. God, you have no idea," he states, a wide grin on his face now, that you mirror immediately, before his lips meet yours once again, kissing you gently, lovingly, making you melt in his arms.

Your kisses soon turn more desperate though, the desire that you two felt minutes ago returning with a renewed intensity, running through your veins like a burning fever, all-consuming and stronger than ever, leaving you both panting and itching to have the other one as close as possible. Chan's hands begin to roam your body again, squeezing and stroking, making you whimper into his mouth as you tug on his hair lightly.

"I need you, love. Can I have you?" He asks, voice low and gentle. 

"Yes. Yes, please," you nod immediately, your pussy begging to be finally filled, so you can become his and his only. 

He parts from your lips, leaving them puffy and swollen before his own trace down your neck, settling on your gland and he sucks on the skin there, making your insides tremble with pleasure, your toes curling and eyes squeezing shut as you moan, your nails sinking into his muscular shoulders. He bucks his hips forward, his erection meeting your dripping core, both of you groaning at the contact, desperate for each other.

"Channie, please," you whimper. 

"I'm on it, baby," he promises, sneaking his hand between your bodies and gripping his leaking cock. He pulls away from your neck, enough to be able to look at your face as he lines himself with your entrance. He glances at you and when you give him a nod, he pushes in. 

You grip his shoulders for support, your face scrunching in pleasure as you bite on your lower lip, suppressing a moan. 

Chan growls as he bottoms out inside of you, the delicious grip of your pussy making his body burn, the sight of you writhing underneath him could've been enough to make him pop a knot right on the spot. 

"Alpha. Alpha, please," you whimper, your thighs squeezing his waist as you urge him to move. 

"Fuck," he grunts, leaning on his forearm while his other hand grips your waist to keep you steady as he starts rutting into you like a mad man. He's waited so long for this and now that he has you, he's unable to keep his nature on a leash. 

"You're so fucking gorgeous, Omega. You're taking me so well," he praises, his head buried in the crook of your neck, peppering your skin with hickeys and kisses, marking you up while his hips meet yours at a feverish pace. You are not able to do more than whine, pleasure blooming in your abdomen with every stroke of his thick cock, your fingers tangled up in his curls. 

"Alpha!" You moan, arching your back a bit as he hits a certain spot within you, sending waves of ecstasy through your body. 

"Fuck- you're so tight, little one. All for me? All for your Alpha?" He groans. You struggle to reply, clinging to him as he rams into you, every breath you take hitching in your throat, stolen by his merciless thrusts. You love it though, you love how rough he gets, how desperate and unrestricted. He's taking it all out on you, his rut turning him into something primal and you welcome it with open arms because this is what you needed, this is what you dreamed of when you woke up today's morning covered in a cold sweat, this is what you thought about late at night, tangled in your sheets and unable to fall asleep, this is what you wanted. You want him to ruin you. 

"Alpha! More," you pant, biting on your lower lip.

"M-more? You're such a desperate little pup for me, aren't you?" He mumbles, pulling away to look into your half-opened eyes, his jaw clenched tightly as he reaches for you, wrapping his hand around your throat lightly.

"Answer me, Omega," he grunts, not stopping his pace for a second, making your insides tremble while you open your mouth a few times, unable to form words.

"Y-yes, Alpha. Only for you. Please," you whimper as he squeezes on your neck tighter, but not enough to cut you off the air, while his hips pick up a punishing pace, thrusting deep and fast into your dripping heat, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the room, mixing with your desperate moans and his grunts, creating a sinful symphony that only turns you on more, your pussy clenching around him.

"Good- good girl. Fuck, Y/N," Chan groans, too lost in pleasure, in you, to stop what comes out of his mouth next.

"Do you want my pups, baby? Hm? Do you want your Alpha to breed you?" He rasps out and you whine, your whole body responding instead of you, flooding the air with your pheromones, your beautiful scent now flooding his nose. 

"Channie," you manage to let out, your Omega eager to agree to his offer, his words feeding the fire inside you, pushing you the blissful release. He growls at how nicely your body reacts to him, to his deepest desires and so he doesn't ease up on you, not for a second. 

"Come for me then, Omega. Come for me, love," he encourages you, releasing your throat from his grip only to snake his hand between the two of you and capture your clit between his fingers, making you cry out, your hips bucking into his at the pleasure that shoots through your body. 

"C-Chan! Please!" That seems to be the only solid thing you're able to form between breathless moans as he drives you closer and closer to another orgasm.

"That's it, baby. Keep going. You- you're such a good girl for me. Such a perfect little Omega," he praises, his lips now back on your neck while his hips snap into yours, his fingers working skillfully on your stiff bud.

"I-I'm gonna- I'll cum," you whine, throwing your head back as your body trembles, your legs clenching as you feel your release approach you.

"Do it. Do it, love. I- I'll give you my pups. Come on, Omega," he encourages you, his teeth grazing your gland and that's all you need to be thrown over the edge, the string in your abdomen snapping and you cum on his cock with a broken whimper of his name. 

You hold onto him as you ride out your orgasm, thighs trembling as your pussy grips him tight enough to take Chan with you and he comes with a low moan, flooding your insides with his cum and securing it there with his knot, the stretch making you whine, your sensitive pussy fluttering around him as you both come down from your highs. Chan's body collapses on top of you, his heavy breathing perfectly matching your own as you pull him close, letting him hide his face in the crook of your neck, the feverish need in your veins finally dissipating, leaving you satiated and sleepy. 

"I love you so much," Chan murmurs as you run your fingers over his back, scratching softly and you smile.

"I love you more," you whisper, your heart overflowing with emotions.

"Impossible," he argues, making you laugh.

"No, it's true," you don't give up, but it seems like neither will he. 

"It cannot be true when I love you more," he states, pulling away carefully to look at you with a playful pout. You can't believe that this man who's now gazing at you with blushing cheeks and messy hair is the same one who just railed you like there's no tomorrow but it is what it is.

"This is silly. I'm done with this conversation," you state, suppressing a laugh when he grins.

"It's because you know I'm right," he says and you shake your head. 

"No. But I'll let you have it. Just this time," you offer and he chuckles.

"If you say so," he murmurs, leaning down to peck your lips softly, but you don't let him pull away, kissing him with all of the chaotic emotions that are now bubbling in your chest and he reciprocates it, cradling your face with his hand to keep you close.

"I'm sorry for that thing earlier," he murmurs once he parts from your lips, both of you in need of air. You're confused by his words and even more by his tone. 

"What do you mean?" You ask, glancing up at him, the serious expression on his face making you feel anxious.

"You know- that thing. With- with pups," he sighs, torn between being embarrassed and annoyed with himself for letting it slip.

"I mean- I liked it," you whisper, your cheeks warming up at your admission. Chan perks up at your words.

"Really?" He assures and you nod with a small smile.

"Yes. I- I did. But I'd wait for something like that until you know- the future. After we finish school, get a job and find some nice place to call home, then I'm 100% up for it," you state and he grins, his Alpha purring at the thought that you're already thinking about having all of that with him by your side.

"Of course. I'm still sorry," he says and you chuckle.

"No need to. Really," you assure him, running your hand through his hair.

"Okay," he murmurs, giving you a soft smile. You pull at his shoulders lightly, encouraging him to lay back down and he complies, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and cuddling closer to your naked body, careful not to move too much to prevent reminding you both that he's still very much buried inside of you. 

"Tell me if I'm being too heavy, darling. We can switch," he offers but you shake your head.

"No way. I'm enjoying myself just fine," you state and he huffs a laugh.

"Take a nap then, love. I'll take care of you," he states and you smile, closing your eyes and nuzzling your nose into his curls.

"Fine."

And then the blissful sleep engulfs you, leaving you with a soft smile on your face while something wild and strong rages in your chest, something that you're sure feels like love.