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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      EXO_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Park_Chanyeol/Kim_Jongdae_|_Chen
  Character:
      Kim_Jongdae_|_Chen, Park_Chanyeol, Kim_Jongin_|_Kai
  Additional Tags:
      Mating_Cycles/In_Heat, Rimming, Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, Smut, Fluff,
      Knotting, Underage_Sex, Anal_Fingering, Alternate_Universe_-_High_School,
      Self-Lubrication
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-06-08 Words: 7548
****** Fallen Under Your Spell ******
by Wildjinx
Summary
     With another new school comes a whole new set of problems.
Notes
     The first rule about Fight Club is you don’t talk about Fight Club.

Jongdae finds himself on the steps to yet another new school, but he’s used to
it by now. The teenage alphas picking up his scent, watching his every move.
Even some of the betas and omegas turn to look at him when they catch the
unfamiliar scent in the air. It’s just his luck that his parents decided that
moving in the middle of the semester was a good idea. It’ll be even harder to
make friends when everyone has already settled into their cliques.

He has a map stuffed inside his bag but he’d rather not pull it out. He knows
from experience that the littlest thing can be taken as a sign of weakness and
he’d rather not get involved in any incidents on his first day. Besides, most
schools are set up the same way and it won’t be too difficult to find his way
to the main office.

The nice beta lady behind the desk hands him his timetable, points him in the
right direction and asks if he’d like a map. Jongdae shakes his head, bowing
politely as he thanks her. By the time he makes it out of the office, the
hallways are mostly clear. Jongdae sighs with relief as he makes his way in the
direction of his first class. There are only one or two students, (betas,
Jongdae notes) left in the hallway and they eye him as he walks passed but
thankfully they leave him alone.

Jongdae takes a wrong turn and needs to pull out his map to find his classroom,
but eventually he makes it there before the teacher starts the lesson.



Chanyeol’s in the middle of pulling out his homework from last night when Mr.
Kim announces the arrival of a new student. He doesn’t particularly care about
the arrival of a new student until Mr. Kim opens the classroom door and the
scent of the unfamiliar student floats into the room.

It’s nothing like Chanyeol’s ever smelt before. Sweet and strong, but not too
overpowering. A mixture of honey and vanilla. A freshly baked cake. The scent
has Chanyeol’s mouth watering and it only gets worse when the new kid steps
into the room. Chanyeol’s knuckles turn white with how hard he’s holding onto
his desk.

“What’s up with you?” The alpha next to Chanyeol asks in a whisper while the
pretty boy at the front of the class is introducing himself to the class. Kim
Jongdae, Chanyeol hears him say.

“He’s delicious,” Chanyeol whispers back, not bothering to tear his eyes away
from the new student to look at Jongin. “You don’t smell that?”

Out of the corner of his eye, Chanyeol can see Jongin sniffing at the air,
trying to pick out Jongdae’s scent from all the others in the classroom. “All I
smell is new guy,” Jongin eventually answers.

“It’s like-” Chanyeol starts but none of the words that pop into his head sound
quite right. He smells like flawlessness, happiness and perfection all rolled
into one. Chanyeol’s breath catches in his throat when Jongdae glances in his
direction and their eyes meet for a split second. Mine, a voice inside his head
says. My mate.

After Jongdae’s brief self introduction, Mr. Kim seats him at one of the empty
desks in the front row and begins the lesson. Chanyeol doesn’t hear a single
word that Mr. Kim says about the great alpha princes of the past, the only
thing that’s on his mind is the cute boy at the front of the class.



Chanyeol practically jumps out of his seat when the bell sounds at the start of
lunch. But food is the last thing on his mind as he makes his way to the exit,
following his nose to the student that has been plaguing his thoughts since
before he even stepped into the classroom. Chanyeol catches up to him at his
locker and he jumps when he notices Chanyeol standing so close to him.

“Can I help you?” Jongdae asks with a frown, cautiously taking a step back from
Chanyeol. He’s so way more attractive close up and it’s unfair how fast
Chanyeol’s heart is beating by just standing next to him.

“Uh,” Chanyeol replies intelligently. His brain supplies a million different
answers to how he’d like to help Jongdae, but none of them are actually
appropriate enough to say out loud. “I’m Chanyeol,” he eventually settles with
after an awkward amount of silence.

“Jongdae,” he replies, nervously putting his books into his locker. He doesn’t
let his guard down, Chanyeol can tell how nervous he is by the way he’s
clutching onto his lunch bag when he pulls it out.

“You smell really good,” Chanyeol blurts out as he’s trying to come up with
something to say. Chanyeol wants to kick himself when Jongdae tenses up even
more.

“Um. Thanks?”

“Like, really good.” Chanyeol continues because he can’t help it. He doesn’t
know what’s wrong with him but Jongdae’s scent is doing a number on his teenage
hormones. Jongdae swallows and Chanyeol’s eyes are drawn down to the movement
of his Adam’s Apple bobbing up and down. What he wouldn’t give to be able to
lick up the skin of Jongdae’s pale neck.

Jongdae’s eyes widen after a moment and then he’s shoving everything back into
his locker. It slams shut when he closes it a bit too hard. “I have to go,” he
says and somehow his scent is even stronger now, more irresistible and it
leaves Chanyeol breathless as Jongdae walks past him. Chanyeol stays put even
though his entire being is screaming at him to go after Jongdae, to claim him
and take care of him.



Walk, don’t run was the first lesson Jongdae’s parents had taught him. Both of
them being alphas, they know all about what their kind is capable of. Few
alphas can resist the urge to chase. So Jongdae walks down the hall of this
unfamiliar school, desperately trying to remember his way back to the main
office.

He almost has a panic attack when he turns the corner and the office is not
where he thought it was. Luckily a little way down the hallway is a small group
of omegas boys eating lunch together by their lockers. All it takes is one
scared look from Jongdae for the boys to abandon their food and rush to his
side.

“I’m new here and-” Jongdae starts to explain but that’s all they need to hear.
They cling tightly to him, steering him away from the dead end.

“It’ll be okay,’ one boy says, affectionately stroking his fingers through
Jongdae’s hair. It calms him a bit until he notices that his scent is starting
to attract the attention of all the alphas and betas that they pass.

They pick up the pace a bit as they turn a corner. “Don’t worry,” the boy on
his left says when Jongdae turns to look behind them. “They can’t tell which
one of us it is. That’s why none of them have made a move yet. By the time they
figure it out, it’ll be too late.”

“Th-thank you,” Jongdae says, barely managing to get the words out. He feels
light-headed and flushed all over.

“We’re almost there,” the boy leading them says at the end of another hallway.
Jongdae breaths a sigh of relief when the office finally comes into sight.

The beta seems surprised to see Jongdae back at the office but the seriousness
of the situation dawns on her after a second. “This way,” she says as she
stands up from her chair, ushering the students further into the office. “We’ll
call your parents to come get you right away,” she says before locking Jongdae
in a small room with a cot pushed into the corner.

Without the support of the other omegas, Jongdae walks over to the cot on
shaking legs and collapses onto it. His heat wasn’t due for at least another
two or three days, Jongdae should have been safe to be at school. Something
must have triggered it, but what?

Luckily Jongdae’s mother arrives at the school and takes Jongdae home before
the worst of his heat kicks in. As soon as he steps foot through the front
door, he scurries up the stairs, locking himself inside his room. His shirt is
the first thing to go, ripping it over his head in one smooth motion and he
nearly trips on his pants as he pulls them off on the way over to his bed.

He’s hard and aching by the time he gets a hand around his erection, fingers
sliding deliciously against his sensitive skin and he can’t help the moan that
falls from his lips. His eyes fall shut but after a moment they snap open
again, staring straight up to the ceiling. He usually thinks of his favourite
actor when he’s got his hand around his dick and he’s lost himself in the urges
of his heat. Not this time. It’s not Choi Siwon that Jongdae had thought of
when he closed his eyes, but that alpha boy from earlier, Chanyeol.

As first impressions go, Chanyeol seems a little weird to Jongdae, but he’s
attractive enough. And in Jongdae’s lust-clouded mind, that’s good enough for
him. He flushes even more as the hand around his cock speeds up, his other hand
dipping between his legs. He’s already so slick just wondering about Chanyeol’s
knot, how big it is, how well it would fill him up. He pushes two fingers
passed his rim, pumping them in and out as he jerks himself off. He comes way
too quickly but it’s just the first of many orgasms he’ll have in the next
couple of days from thinking about the alpha in his class.



Jongdae finds himself on the steps leading up to the school again. It’s a
little familiar this time. Not as many students checking him out. His “new
omega” smell has probably worn off by now. As he enters the school a few heads
turn his way, but it’s normal for alphas to keep tabs on the omegas around
them. He’s gotten used to it.

What he’s not used to, though, is getting to his locker and finding someone
already there, waiting for him. An alpha, to be more specific. The same alpha
he spent the last twenty or so orgasms fantasizing about. Jongdae’s skin feels
like it’s on fire all over again, not from being in heat, but from the
embarrassment coursing through him. So much for his plan to avoid Chanyeol for
the rest of his high school career.

“Hey,” Chanyeol greets when Jongdae gets close enough, stepping out of the way
so that Jongdae can get into his locker. “I was beginning to think that you
weren’t coming back to school.”

“Yeah, here I am,” Jongdae quietly replies, hoping that Chanyeol would just
leave him alone already. He can already feel the urge to press himself against
Chanyeol and present his neck for him to take. Fuck. This is Not Good.

“I’m sorry about the other day,” Chanyeol continues, oblivious of Jongdae’s bad
mood. “I’m just glad I didn’t scare you away. Were you sick or something?”

“Or something,” Jongdae echoes sarcastically as he gets his locker open. He’s
not exactly going to spill all the details of what he spent the past couple of
days doing.

“Oh,” Chanyeol says and when Jongdae glances at him from the corner of his
eyes, all the previous happiness has been drained out of him, his expression
visibly deflated. Jongdae tries not to feel too bad, this is what he wanted,
isn’t it? “I guess I’ll see you around then?”

“What this idiot was trying to say is that he’d like you to join us for lunch,”
another student says, coming out of nowhere and startling Jongdae. He’s an
alpha too, tall and handsome, just like Chanyeol. Jongdae thinks he might have
seen him in one or two of his classes as well.

“Jongin,” Chanyeol whines.

“L-lunch?” Jongdae repeats, pausing in where he’s taking his things out of his
bag and trying to organize his binders for the right classes he has today. “No,
I don’t think so.”

Chanyeol pouts but Jongdae ignores him. It’s not cute to see a big alpha pout.
Not at all. Jongin just scoffs at him. “It won’t be just us, if that’s what
you’re thinking,” he says. “There will be others there as well. Betas. Omegas
too.”

Jongdae sighs. If he agrees it’ll at least get them off his back for now. He’ll
just have to conveniently forget about hanging out later. “Fine, I’ll have
lunch with you guys,” Jongdae says just as the bell rings. Perfect. “I’ve got
to get to class now.” Closing up his locker quickly, Jongdae doesn’t spare
either of them a glance before making his way to his first class of the day.



By the time lunch rolls around, Jongdae has forgotten all about the fact that
he agreed to eat lunch with Chanyeol and his friends. It’s not until he heads
to his locker and spots the alpha waiting there for him again does he remember.
He’s got no choice but to go with him now.

There’s something about the way Chanyeol smiles as he approaches, like he can
barely contain his excitement that has Jongdae intrigued. What the hell is so
exciting about lunch time? Chanyeol greets him, and waits not-so-patiently as
Jongdae gathers his lunch and tucks his textbooks away. Chanyeol doesn’t rush
him though, and Jongdae appreciates that.

“This way,” Chanyeol says when Jongdae’s ready, pointing in the right
direction. He leads Jongdae to one of the exits of the building and holds the
door open for him. “Over there.” Jongdae looks over to where Chanyeol’s
gesturing and at first he doesn’t see anything but then he spots a huge oak
tree just at the edge of the school grounds with a group of students gathered
in the shade. “Come on.”

Jongdae hesitantly follows Chanyeol over to where his friends are already
spread out in the grass, eating their lunches. “Guys, this is the guy I told
you about,” Chanyeol says, taking a seat beside Jongin by plopping himself onto
the ground.

“Some of us have already met him,” a boy from the other end of the circle says,
drawing everyone’s attention. An omega. One of the guys that helped him when
his heat came early. He gives Jongdae a little wave and a wink.

“Thank you,” Jongdae tells him because he might have been too distracted with
his heat that time to remember this manners. “Really.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he replies. “These things happen. We’ve got to stick
together. Right guys?” He looks over to the students sitting beside him and
sure enough, it’s the other two who helped him find the office that day. They
all nod in agreement.

A tug on Jongdae’s pant leg brings his attention back to Chanyeol. “Are you
going to sit with us or not?” He asks and Jongdae hurriedly takes a seat beside
the alpha.

When he glances back to the omega boys, they’re smiling at him, pleased. Maybe
it wasn’t such a bad idea to follow Chanyeol out here after all.



When their teacher announces a group project, the only partner Chanyeol has in
mind is Jongdae. The cutie has made a place for himself in Chanyeol’s group of
friends in no time at all and he couldn’t be happier. It’s like he’s always
been there, instead of only a few weeks. The only thing Chanyeol knows is, the
more time he spends with Jongdae, the more he likes him.

It’s a crush. A bad one. And it’s confusing because Chanyeol wants to hold
Jongdae’s hand, keep him close and protect him, but then there’s the teenage
hormones in him that are telling him that Jongdae needs to be wrecked by his
knot. And that’s... something. Chanyeol doesn’t really know what to think of it
yet. Sure, he’s had his fair share of crushes before, but nothing quite like
this. The word mate keeps popping into his head from time to time but Chanyeol
does his best to ignore it.

For now he just wants to hang out with Jongdae as much as humanly possible. And
he starts by turning Jongin down when he asks to be Chanyeol’s partner for the
assignment. “Sorry,” Chanyeol tells him. “I’ve already decided to partner with
Jongdae.”

Jongin’s eyes narrow. “But you haven’t even asked him yet,” he says, glancing
over to where Jongdae is sitting at his desk chatting away to the beta sitting
in the seat beside him. “How do you know he hasn’t got a partner already?”

Chanyeol shrugs, because somehow he just knows that Jongdae will want to
partner with him. And explaining that out loud is probably only going to make
Jongin think he’s even crazier than usual. But before Chanyeol has a chance to
come up with a socially acceptable answer, they watch as Jongdae gets up from
his seat and begins to make his way over.

“Hey guys,” he says as he approaches their desks. “How’s it going?”

“Did you need a partner for the assignment?” Chanyeol blurts out before he can
stop himself. Smooth. Real smooth. He thinks he might see Jongin facepalm out
of the corner of his eye, but he ignores it.

“Um, yeah,” Jongdae says as his cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink. He avoids
looking Chanyeol in the eye and stares at the tiles on the floor instead. It’s
too cute. It makes Chanyeol want to squish his cheeks together between the
palms of his hands. “I was actually wondering if you’d be my partner Chanyeol?”

The urge to scream YES is overwhelming but somehow Chanyeol manages to keep
from making a fool of himself (which probably keeps him out of detention too).
He waits another couple of seconds before he replies, just so he can see
Jongdae bite his bottom lip like he always does when he’s nervous. “Yeah,
okay,” he replies. “I’d like that.”

“Great.” Jongdae smiles at him and it’s the single most beautiful thing
Chanyeol has ever seen in his life.

(Right, just a crush. Chanyeol is so fucked.)



Jongdae now spends his lunches with Chanyeol in the library, pouring over huge
research books since this project is worth a huge chunk of their grade. Luckily
for them the library is relatively abandoned during this hour and they have the
prime study location of the comfy chairs near the back corner. It’s quiet and
secluded and perfect.

Jongdae has his two books spread out on the table in front of him, the same
ones that he hadn’t finished looking at yesterday but he hasn’t written a damn
thing in over then minutes. He swears he’s read the same line about fifty times
already but he could not recite a word of it if he tried.

By now Jongdae is used to being around Chanyeol, has familiarized himself with
Chanyeol’s scent, but it’s different today. Maybe Chanyeol has started wearing
some of that hormone enhancing cologne? It’s distracting as hell and despite
the fact that Jongdae’s almost too hot as it is, he wouldn’t mind shifting
closer to his friend, possibly crawl into his lap if Chanyeol would let him.
Maybe even-

No.

Jongdae shakes his head, but the thought is still floating around in his head.
Damn Chanyeol and his alpha scent attracting the attention of Jongdae’s omega
instincts.

“Something wrong?” Chanyeol asks, deep voice lower than normal because they
have to be careful not to be too loud in the library. The sound of it makes
Jongdae shiver even though he feels like he’s about to burn up.

“Just a little hot in here,” Jongdae replies. He stretches his hands out in
front of him, blinking down at his notes. It takes a moment for his eyes to
focus, the words blurring strangely and Jongdae wonders if he needs to get his
eyes checked.

“I could go ask if they can turn down the heat?” Chanyeol offers.

Jongdae’s eyes snap up to lock onto Chanyeol’s.

Heat. Oh no.

“I have to go,” Jongdae says, abruptly standing up. He knocks his notes and one
of the textbooks onto the floor but cleaning up is the furthest thing on his
mind right now. He needs to get away from every alpha and he needs to do it
now.

“What? Jongdae!”

“Sorry,” Jongdae calls over his shoulder and literally hops over the back of
his chair to get away. He races over to where the librarian is sorting books by
the check out computer and he gives Jongdae a dirty look for all the noise he’s
making. “Heat,” Jongdae explains, nearly slamming into the counter.

The librarian just sighs, and points over his shoulder to a room behind him.
“In there,” he says. “The school will inform your parents.”

“Thank you!” Jongdae says, scurrying around to get into the room. As soon as he
has locked himself inside he thunks his head into the closed door. How the hell
could he have been so stupid?. It’s called heat for a Reason, no wonder his
body temperature is spiking. And this is the second month in a row where it has
kicked in earlier than it should. Or at least, earlier than Jongdae was
expecting. His teenage hormones probably haven’t settled into a regular cycle
yet.

Damn him and his omega needs.



Jongdae must be sick. That’s the conclusion that Chanyeol reaches. There was no
time for Jongdae to explain anything, so Chanyeol fills in the blanks himself.
He doesn’t write another word down, too busy worrying over Jongdae to be
bothered to work on the assignment that’s due in a few weeks.

He doesn’t see Jongdae until another two days later. “Feeling better?” He asks
when Jongdae finally shows up at his locker. Chanyeol’s been waiting for him
every morning until the bell rings for the first class of the day.

“Yeah,” Jongdae replies and he’s doing that thing where he can’t quite meet
Chanyeol’s eyes. His cheeks seem a bit pinker than normal. Maybe he still has a
bit of a fever. “I’m fine.”

“Lunch in the library as usual?” That earns him a glance from Jongdae in
between organizing his binders and textbooks in his locker.

“Yeah,” Jongdae repeats, in a kind of breathless way. If he’s still sick, then
Chanyeol will have to watch out for him. Make sure he eats and drinks enough.
He can’t have Jongdae collapsing during school.

Chanyeol keeps a closer eye on Jongdae that day, and keeps his hand on the
small of Jongdae’s back whenever possible.



When the day of their presentation rolls around, they are ready. Jongdae has
spent at least three hours making their powerpoint look so pretty, every
available space filled with fact bullets they’ve collected and relevant
pictures. Chanyeol thinks it’s wonderful. Weeks of all their hard work crammed
stylishly into eighteen fabulous slides, he’s so pleased he could just kiss
Jongdae.

(Not that Chanyeol doesn’t already want to kiss Jongdae. And then some. It’s
those kinds of thoughts that keep him up at night, hand wrapped tightly around
his erection while he tries to keep himself from making any noise.

Mate, his mind tells him. Chanyeol ignores that little voice in his head for
now.)

“Are you ready for this?” Chanyeol asks, slinging his arm around Jongdae’s
shoulders. It’s a habit he’s picked up lately, being unable to stop himself
from touching Jongdae but he can’t help it when his friend smells so delicious
all the time. Chanyeol could just eat him up.

“Er, maybe not,” is Jongdae’s quiet reply. His face looks a bit red, like he’s
getting sick again. Chanyeol will have to look up things on the internet on how
to boost immune systems. This really can’t be good if he’s getting sick all the
time.

Jongdae pulls away from Chanyeol before the teacher has a chance to call
attention to the class. Chanyeol watches him go up to the front of the room
feeling like Jongdae took a piece of him when he left. Jongdae gets the
teacher’s attention, talking to him too quietly for Chanyeol to hear. And then
Jongdae gives Chanyeol a sad little wave before he slips out of the classroom.

“Aw, man,” Chanyeol sighs loudly. “Sick again.”

“Who is sick?” Jongin asks, lifting his head off his desk to look over at
Chanyeol.

“Jongdae.”

Jongin laughs and then abruptly stops when Chanyeol frowns at him. “Oh, you’re
being serious.”

“If he’s not sick, then?” Jongin gives him that same look he saves for whenever
Chanyeol does or says something particularly stupid. “What?”

“Chanyeol,” Jongin starts, slowly, like he’s explaining something simple to a
very small child. “You do know that Jongdae is an omega, right?”

“Oh,” is Chanyeol’s intelligent reply. “Oh.”

“Yeah. And every month around the same time when he’s not at school, it’s
because he’s in heat. Doing... I don’t know, whatever omegas do when they’re in
heat, think about knots and stuff.”

The teacher finally gets the class settled in their seats, and announces that
today will be the first day of presentations. She asks which pair would like to
go first. Chanyeol would have liked to go first, but unfortunately he’s missing
his other half.

Jongdae’s probably on his way home already, burning up with arousal and need. A
pretty little omega in heat, and oh dear god, that means he can self-lubricate.
And that also means that Chanyeol really needs to stop thinking about this
right now or he’s going to pop a boner in the middle of class and wouldn’t that
be super awkward. Yeah, he’ll push those thoughts from his mind for now until
later tonight, when he’s alone in his bedroom.



This was a bad idea. No, scratch that. This was a terrible idea. The worst idea
in the history of worst ideas.

Chanyeol shifts uncomfortably in his spot next to Jongdae on the bed, his PS3
controller held with a death grip in his hand. Ever since they finished (and
aced) that project, they’ve still been hanging out a lot recently and Chanyeol
should be used to this by now. Used to the heavenly scent that Jongdae gives
off, used to the way Jongdae seems to lean into him, used to how cute Jongdae
is when he looks up at him through his bangs.

Chanyeol definitely is not used to it. His heart rate picks up whenever Jongdae
laughs or smiles at him. His palms are sweaty from how close they’re sitting
next to each other, arms pressed together. And his temperature is rising by the
second trying (and failing) to keep his thoughts about Jongdae PG.

He doesn’t have a clue why the hell he thought it would be a good idea to
invite Jongdae over to his house. Where they’d be hanging out in his room,
sitting side by side... on his bed. And god damn it, he should not be thinking
about how much he’d really like to knot the fuck out of Jongdae’s sweet little
self-lubricating omega ass right now.

“Chanyeol?”

“Huh?” Chanyeol snaps back to reality so suddenly that he drops the controller
onto the floor. “What?”

“Are you okay?” Jongdae asks, watching Chanyeol closely as he bends down to
grab his controller again. “If you’re bored of the game we could watch a movie
instead?”

Chanyeol looks over to the screen where his half of it is black with the red
words Game Over across the middle. Underneath that is more red text that
flashes, Press Start to Continue. Chanyeol wonders how long it has been like
that for Jongdae to think he isn’t interested in playing anymore. “Yeah, okay.”

A movie is probably better anyway, less concentration required.



There might be something a little odd about the way Chanyeol has been acting
tonight but it’s hard to tell because Chanyeol has always been a bit off. Maybe
odd isn’t the right way to describe it, but there’s something different about
him? But not in a bad way, definitely not. Not when he lets Jongdae cuddle up
against his side, throwing the blanket over them to keep warm.

Chanyeol shifts to curl his arm around Jongdae’s side, pulling him closer. And
Jongdae lets him, snuggling his cheek into Chanyeol’s shoulder as his hands
find purchase on the arms of Chanyeol’s hoodie. The movie hasn’t started yet,
but Jongdae doesn’t care about it, doesn’t even remember what DVD they picked
out to watch. It doesn’t matter anymore, not with the way Chanyeol’s hand
strokes down his back.

Chanyeol’s scent is overpowering Jongdae’s senses and before he knows it,
there’s a wave of heat spreading through him and he practically mewls when
Chanyeol’s warm hand drops to gently cup his ass.

“Jongdae,” Chanyeol says, voice impossibly deep and rough as he leans down to
press his face against Jongdae’s neck. Jongdae moans in response has he feels
Chanyeol breathe against his flushed skin, it’s hot, too hot and-

Wait a minute.

Jongdae scrambles back from Chanyeol, nearly falling off the bed but Chanyeol
reaches out to grab his wrist just in time. “Don’t,” Jongdae whines and
Chanyeol releases him immediately.

“I’m sorry,” Chanyeol says. “I went to far, I shouldn’t have- I’m sorry.”

Jongdae appreciates the sentiment but he can’t concentrate on anything but the
smell of Chanyeol’s arousal filling the small room, almost suffocating him. Now
that Jongdae has put some distance between them, this should have stopped. He
shouldn’t want to shed all his clothes and crawl over there, begging for
Chanyeol to knot him.

He shouldn’t be in heat again. It’s too soon, way too soon. Jongdae just had
his heat come early less than a week ago. He knows that teenage omegas have
irregular heat cycles but this is ridiculous.

“I have to go,” Jongdae says and now that he’s moving, going to grab his stuff
from where he left it in the corner of Chanyeol’s room, he can feel the
uncomfortable slickness of his ass. It just serves as a reminder of how empty
he is and how much he aches to be filled.

“I’m sorry,” Chanyeol repeats, standing up from the bed as well but he pauses
when Jongdae flinches. “I won’t do it again, I promise.” He gives Jongdae that
kicked puppy look, the one that Jongdae always has trouble saying no to.
“Please stay.”

Jongdae finds himself nodding before he catches himself and shakes his head
instead. “I can’t,” he hisses. And Chanyeol’s the one that flinches this time,
looking like Jongdae struck him. Jongdae sighs. “I’m going into heat,” he
explains a bit hysterically, running a hand through his hair. “Again. I don’t
understand why this keeps happening to me. Ever since I transferred to this
school, I-”

Chanyeol. Ever since he met Chanyeol his heats have keep coming too early.

“It’s you.”

“What’s me?” Chanyeol asks, tilting his head to the side like he always does
when he’s confused.

“You’ve been triggering my heats.”

Chanyeol’s head tilts further. “What?”

“I have to go now.” Jongdae replies and he only gets as far as his hand on the
doorknob before Chanyeol stops him again.

“Wait,” Chanyeol says, covering Jongdae’s hand with his own. “You don’t have to
leave. I could help you with it?” He steps closer, other arm coming up to wrap
around Jongdae from behind.

Jongdae’s heart nearly stops dead in his chest. Chanyeol’s offering to help him
out with his heat? He continues to be surprised by Chanyeol’s actions, since
most of the alphas Jongdae has come across wouldn’t be asking if they can knot
him, they’d be taking him already. Even though Jongdae can feel Chanyeol’s
boner pressing into his ass, can smell how aroused he is, Jongdae could still
break free if he wanted to.

But does he want to?

His parents have always warned him about alphas who will take what they want
without a second thought about Jongdae’s wants or needs, but Chanyeol isn’t
like that at all. He’s not even grinding himself against Jongdae’s ass, it’s
just a regular back hug. Chanyeol has never once pushed him into something he
hasn’t been comfortable with, Jongdae knows that.

He thinks about leaving, about calling his mother and getting picked up again
like he usually does. He thinks about running away again and how lonely and
miserable and so unbelievably horny he’s going to be for the next three days
straight until his heat breaks. Jongdae doesn’t want to have to go through that
anymore. Not when he has an attractive, kind alpha right behind him who is
willing to take care of him.

Jongdae takes a deep breath, his head swimming with the heavy scent of
Chanyeol, and he pushes his ass back against Chanyeol’s hips. “Please,” he
says, so softly that he can barely get the words out. “Chanyeol.”

Chanyeol growls in response and instead of just tearing off all their clothes
and getting down to business like Jongdae thinks he’s going to do, he just hugs
Jongdae tighter, holds him closer. The kiss pressed against his cheek when
Jongdae turns to look at Chanyeol is so stupidly sweet and it does things to
both his heart and his dick.

Chanyeol’s hands slowly find their way under Jongdae’s shirt, tugging gently up
until he gets the point and raises his arms for Chanyeol to take it off him.
Swift movement behind him tells Jongdae that Chanyeol’s shirt is on the floor
too, and then warm hands return to his tummy, gently caressing his skin and
making him shiver.

“This isn’t the first time I’ve thought about this,” Chanyeol admits as his
hands drop to the button of Jongdae’s pants next. He kisses down the back of
Jongdae’s neck, along his shoulders and licks into Jongdae’s mouth when he
turns his head again. “About taking you, knotting you,” he says against
Jongdae’s lips.

Jongdae moans, pressing his ass back into Chanyeol’s crotch again, just to hear
him groan. “Me too,” Jongdae replies, bracing his hands against the bedroom
door as Chanyeol pushes his pants down and helps him step out of them.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Chanyeol asks, his voice low as his fingers
tease around the waistband of Jongdae’s underwear.

“Yeah,” Jongdae replies, not even a second of hesitation. “Chanyeol, please.”

He feels Chanyeol’s hand run down the bumps of his spine and he arches into the
touch. Warm fingers tug at his underwear and Jongdae holds his breath in
anticipation. He’s never done this before and nerves suddenly overwhelm him.
What the hell was he thinking, how on Earth did he think that this would be a
good idea?

Slowly, Chanyeol tugs the fabric away from Jongdae’s skin, careful of making
sure it doesn’t get catch on Jongdae’s erection. “You’re so beautiful,”
Chanyeol murmurs, mouthing along the back of Jongdae’s bare hip. His hands on
Jongdae are firm, but gentle, sliding along his skin. It calms him down, enough
to remind him that Chanyeol isn’t like those alphas his parents talk about,
he’s not going to hurt Jongdae. Chanyeol makes him feel safe when they’re
together, protected. There’s no one else he’d trust to do this with him.
“Absolutely gorgeous.”

Jongdae flushes with the compliments, whining when Chanyeol keeps admiring him.
There’s too much talking and not enough action for his liking. “Chanyeol,” he
sighs, his hands curling into fists against the door.

Chanyeol hums, warm breath fanning out against Jongdae’s heated skin. “Yes?”

“Can you-” A sharp inhale of breath cuts off any other words Jongdae was about
to say as Chanyeol drags the tip of his nose down his ass. “What are you-”

“Hmm?” Chanyeol asks, pulling at Jongdae’s hips, forcing him back a couple
steps so he’s bending over now. Chanyeol’s hands slides over Jongdae’s butt,
massaging the flesh and Jongdae’s mind goes blank, unable to concentrate on
anything but the growing pleasure of Chanyeol’s touch. “What were you going to
say?” He continues in a teasing tone as his breath puffs out where Jongdae
needs attention the most.

“I-” Jongdae cuts himself off with a moan this time when Chanyeol’s tongue
glides over his entrance, cheeks gently held apart by Chanyeol’s fingers.
“Chanyeol!”

Chanyeol hums again, warm tongue traveling in long stripes from Jongdae’s balls
up to his entrance and it takes a moment or two to realize that he’s licking
the slickness up from between Jongdae’s legs. It should be a bit gross but
Jongdae thinks it’s hot, especially when Chanyeol pulls back after a second to
say, “I’ve never been with anyone who has been able to self-lubricate.” Another
lick. “You taste so good, I could spend all day eating you out.”

Jongdae moans, Chanyeol’s words causing a fresh wave of arousal that has more
of his natural wetness leaking out of his ass. Chanyeol happily laps it up,
making his own noises to match Jongdae’s.

It feels like nothing Jongdae has ever felt before, the pleasure better than he
ever imagined and Chanyeol is only using his tongue on him so far. Prodding,
licking, teasing. It’s driving Jongdae wild and they’ve barely even gotten
started yet. If things keep going like this much longer, Jongdae’s knees are
going to give out and he’s going to come, and won’t that be super embarrassing.

Except he doesn’t continue torturing Jongdae with his tongue for long, once he
has his fill he’s pulling away. He scoops Jongdae up off the ground easily,
crossing the room in seconds. He lays Jongdae carefully on the bed, grabbing
his hand before he has a chance to cover up. “Beautiful,” Chanyeol repeats,
kneeling in between Jongdae’s legs so he can lean in to press a kiss to his
forehead.

Jongdae blushes, looking anywhere but at Chanyeol. “You’re still wearing
pants,” he complains quietly.

Chanyeol makes an, ah, noise and he glances down like he only just remembered
that his dick is still trapped in the confines of his skinny jeans. “You could
always help me take them off,” Chanyeol suggests with a wink.

Jongdae nods reaching a shaking hand out to undo Chanyeol’s jeans. “Okay.” He’s
slow but the best part is that Chanyeol doesn’t rush him, he lets Jongdae take
his time pulling the zipper down. Chanyeol’s dick is huge, stretching the
material of his boxers thin and Jongdae swallows thickly, imagining that inside
him.

A touch to Jongdae’s thigh makes him jump. He must have looked scared for a
moment because Chanyeol is smiling reassuringly down at him. “It’s okay,” he
tells Jongdae. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

Jongdae slips his hand into Chanyeol’s boxers, wrapping his fingers around his
cock. “I want to.”

Groaning, Chanyeol thrusts into Jongdae’s palm. “Then you’re going to have to
finish getting my pants off,” he says and Jongdae is pleased to note the
slightly strained tone of his voice. “Please.”

Jongdae pretends to think about it for a moment. “Yeah, okay,” he decides.
“Since you asked me so nicely.” The light teasing and the sound of Chanyeol’s
breathless laughter chase away the last of his nerves and he quickly finishes
what he started, pushing the jeans and underwear down Chanyeol’s hips. Chanyeol
helps pull them the rest of the way off himself and as soon as he’s done he’s
back in between Jongdae’s spread legs.

“Are you ready?” He asks and there’s no hesitation when Jongdae nods this time.

“Please,” he whines, needing Chanyeol inside him right now.

But instead of Chanyeol’s cock, he gets fingers instead. Chanyeol kisses along
his neck, sucking at dark spot into his skin as the tip of his fingers trace
Jongdae’s entrance.

“You’re still so wet,” Chanyeol marvels, pushing his finger in up to the first
knuckle before pulling it back out again. He works his finger in slowly,
pulling out and pushing back in again at a maddening pace. Jongdae finds
himself pushing down on Chanyeol’s finger because it’s not nearly fast enough.
He’s spent weeks imagining this and Chanyeol seems determined to drag it out.

“Come on,” Jongdae urges, working his hips so that he’s practically riding
Chanyeol’s hand. “Give me more.”

“Shit,” Chanyeol swears, but he doesn’t deny Jongdae what he wants, working
another finger into him.

Chanyeol’s are much bigger and longer than Jongdae’s and they feel amazing,
reaching that much deeper inside. He moans, tangling his own fingers in
Chanyeol’s hair just so he has something to hold on to as they work together to
create a steady rhythm.

“Ch-Chanyeol,” Jongdae gasps. The pleasure is almost too much already but he
doesn’t want to come yet. “S-stop, please.”

Chanyeol pulls out his fingers at once. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” Jongdae pants, his arms around Chanyeol’s neck preventing him from
pulling away any further. “I want your dick now, please.”

Chanyeol groans, closing his eyes for a second. “Fuck, Jongdae. You have no
idea what you’re doing to me.”

Jongdae smirks, guiding Chanyeol’s lips to his own, and despite the fact that
he knows where that mouth has been, he kisses him. “I probably have some idea,”
Jongdae replies when they break apart. “If it’s anything like what you do to
me.” Chanyeol gives him a big, dumb smile before kissing him again and again.
“Okay, okay. I get it. Hurry up and fuck me already.”

“Your wish is my command,” Chanyeol replies and Jongdae punches him lightly in
the shoulder for being too cheesy. And that’s all he has time to do because
Chanyeol laughs and positions himself at Jongdae’s entrance.

Chanyeol goes slow, pushing in gently, steadily, until he’s completely inside.
It’s way better than Jongdae could have dreamed of, he even loves the slight
sting of Chanyeol’s cock. The wait is the hardest part, giving Jongdae time to
adjust. He knows he needs it but the heat is making him impatient to the point
where Chanyeol has to hold Jongdae’s hips down to prevent him from hurting
himself. “Hold on a minute.”

“Easy for you to say,” Jongdae huffs, giving up when he realizes that he can’t
win with how much stronger Chanyeol is.

“It’s not easy at all,” Chanyeol admits. He does a good job of distracting
Jongdae, licking up the side of his neck and leaving bite marks along his
collar bones. His hand closes around Jongdae’s cock, stroking him teasingly and
that helps too. “Believe me, I’d like nothing more right now than to fuck you
into this mattress, but I also don’t want to hurt you.”

Jongdae whines pathetically and Chanyeol just shushes him with a kiss.
“Alright,” he relents, and he starts by rolling his hips gently into Jongdae’s.

Jongdae’s breath hitches at the first wave of pleasure that courses through him
and it only gets more intense as Chanyeol picks up speed. He’s gasping,
clinging onto Chanyeol’s arm as he thrusts into him harder and faster. “Oh my
god.”

“Yeah?” Chanyeol asks. In a more serious tone, he says, “Is this okay?”

“No,” Jongdae moans, working his hips down to meet each of Chanyeol’s thrusts.
“Fuck me harder.”

Chanyeol laughs a bit incredulously but he picks up the pace nonetheless,
pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in hard. Jongdae writhes
against the sheets, moaning non-stop about how good Chanyeol feels inside him,
how well he fills him up. Chanyeol leans down, burying his face in Jongdae’s
neck and the slight change in angle has Chanyeol’s cock hitting his prostate.

Jongdae mewls in pleasure, his nails catching on the sweaty skin of Chanyeol’s
back with every thrust. And just like that, Chanyeol stops, keeping himself as
deep inside Jongdae as possible. Jongdae’s about to voice his complaint when he
realizes that Chanyeol’s knot is too big to pull out anymore. He had felt full
before, but it’s nothing compared to this. It’s almost too much.

The second Jongdae whines, Chanyeol is petting him, comforting him, whispering
soothing words into his ears. He shifts his weight over Jongdae and his hand
finds its way to his cock. He strokes with purpose this time, gently rocking
his hips so his knot constantly rubs against Jongdae’s prostate. It has Jongdae
gasping as the pleasure becomes overwhelming and he’s pushed over the edge,
coming into Chanyeol’s palm.

“Shit,” Chanyeol groans, hips pausing again when Jongdae clamps down around
him. Another deep groan and Chanyeol is coming too, spilling inside Jongdae,
marking him in the most intimate way possible. He collapses against Jongdae and
two full minutes pass before he has enough energy to lift himself up again.
“Well?” He asks. “How was your first knotting?”

Jongdae pretends to think about it for a second, tapping his finger against his
chin as the seconds tick by. “My heat isn’t over yet,” he says eventually. “I
hope you’re up for another round.”



Chanyeol can’t help it, he growls whenever someone gets too close to Jongdae
now. Mate, his mind keeps telling him and Chanyeol finally agrees, but he’ll
continue to wait as long as it takes until Jongdae can see it too.
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