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Baekhyun sways his hips to the beat, loving the sudden scent of interest linger. It’s directed to him he knows, because it was just like the people that were starting to gather around, circling him as if they were making the dance floor all about him.
He was holding onto a glass, eyes downcast as he watched himself do playful things in a place that’s literally all about sex. The omega knows it doesn’t matter. Chanyeol’s too busy sending the same signal that he was getting to Omegas that weren’t him and because he’s finally had enough, he decided to just screw it all.
With disinterested eyes as he watched the Alpha scan the crowd for some eye-feasting, Baekhyun ordered his drink, walking away with his finger tapping onto the glass. Chanyeol can watch him attract any Alpha right under his nose.
Upon making his place in the dance floor, the Omega tipped his glass towards his lips. His eyes were anywhere except the spot he’d come from. Sipping the remaining drink, Baekhyun graces a hand to his white button shirt, undoing the first two to reveal some teasing skin, his ego rises as he hears a groan from a few people.
The beats were doing their deed, deeming him deaf and caring less and less. Maybe it was the drink, but then again he didn’t give a single fuck because maybe this would urge his claimer from actually claiming him finally. Having to watch Chanyeol flirt openly with other Omegas has got to fucking stop.
Baekhyun shook his body, following the music. Despite the small space being offered to him as if he was the star of the night didn’t stop others from dancing. Some minded their own business, while others albeit Betas and Alphas, tried to slide a naughty hand where his jeans hugged his thighs wonderfully. Baekhyun’s ego rose at the feeling of being wanted because ever since Chanyeol had actually claimed him his but not fucking marked him, all he’d been was a dog offered food but not actually told to eat it.
He’s been holding back but he realized that if he didn’t do anything then Chanyeol might as well return him to where he freaking got him.
Lost in his thoughts as he rode the rhythm, Baekhyun found himself gasping in surprise as his wrist is pulled, turning his body around completely. He crashed against a lean chest, losing his composure for a tiny moment of time only to retrieve it back because the stranger that had his grip on him is smiling at him dangerously. He got the hint though, that’s why when the glass in his hand is pried away by who knew who, the Omega let it go, only to slide his hand onto the latter’s chest, up to the nape of his neck and then he clung there, the both of them emitting temporary scents of interest, of disgusting desire. Baekhyun liked the suffocation.
The whooping of other people started, others groaned along the music, turning into an orchestra in Baekhyun’s ears. He liked the attention, the jealousy that his fellow Omegas sent his way. It mixed with the scent of the Alphas and Betas just right for him. Just like how he played it in his head. Chanyeol would be fucking stupid not to know what he was messing with. He can turn anyone’s head around even if he wanted but because he’d been good waiting for the Alpha to mark him, he didn’t let this side of his show. That trick ends tonight.
Their bodies were close then, molding into one—almost. Baekhyun writhed in the way the male held his body, encased him like he was planning to take him home for the night, and to hell with Chanyeol because if he’s not going to do anything about it, he’ll be one of the Omegas that Chanyeol cups a feel onto whenever he leaves him in the freaking floor by himself. The difference would be is that it’s not Chanyeol touching him.
Baekhyun’s eyes were unfocused. He was smiling slyly, working on his hips as he clung onto the taller with one hand, the other holding onto the male’s forearm. As they rode the increasing beats, Baekhyun pulled his head back, enjoying the sensation, the scent of everything directed to him. It was almost as if he was high on aphrodisiac but fuck that, Baekhyun thought. He inhaled largely only to let the breath go with a sound of over-satisfaction.
As it all happened, Baekhyun failed to hear the angry tapping of shoes approaching. He didn’t realize that in a split second, the audience in the dance floor has been halved.
Only when he was pulled beyond pain could imagine, almost as if he felt his joints crack. As he was yanked away from his grinding partner, Baekhyun found himself before an Alpha with eyes an angry red before him, the other male—also seemed to have snapped out of his trance staring at him with wide eyes. Baekhyun simply licked his lips, inwardly adoring the image before him.
Because not only was Chanyeol staring at him enraged, not only were Chanyeol’s knuckles locked tightly, shaking as his temper rose. The Omega could have sworn that he tasted so much anger in the air; it almost beat his own when the situation was reversed.
Chanyeol pulled him away, a “we’re going home” slipping out of his locked jaw. All Baekhyun could think about was a way to clamber onto the Alpha and lick the protruding veins on his neck.
As he allowed himself to be dragged away from the crowd, Baekhyun tilted his head and smirked, how about that for tasting your own medicine? He asked the Alpha in his head.
They made it through the dark halls, different colors of lighting passed them. Baekhyun could have sworn that the exit was on the other end of the club, and realization only dawned to him as the Alpha kicks a heavy metal door, as if he’s known that place forever, as if he’s known that nobody would dare use it if he placed the “BUSY” sign onto the hook.
The lights were dimmed; everything seemed so clean in his view. Baekhyun’s head had been fuzzy, but he swore that he wasn’t going to forget what had happened. He just drove Chanyeol to the edge of jealousy—judging by how the Alpha reeked of it. And now he was doing something—finally doing something about it.
“The fuck was that?” The taller growled, pushing him against the door with a loud bang.
Baekhyun hissed at the impact, but he didn’t care. Chanyeol had never once been rough on him and it was time he did that.
“Why are you asking me? You’ve been doing it since who knows when, Chanyeol.”
“Baekh—“
“I’m just mingling with people.” He bit in, “there’s nothing wrong with tha—“
But his lips were claimed, put into submission as the Alpha released his scent of desire over and over again, filling Baekhyun’s nostrils.
Chanyeol pressed him against the cold door, his shoulders bucking in suppressed desire because fucking finally he’s touching him like this. After all the times that he’d tried to get Chanyeol’s attention, only now when he’s actually tried to get someone else’s was he given what he’s wanted for so long.
The Omega’s breath began to heave, small whimpers leaving him because Chanyeol was rumbling, and putting things into the sloppy kiss that they’re sharing, holding his shoulders tightly, and clamping his long fingers against his skin as if he was going to tear through his shirt. This got the petite to let out a groan, of pain or of demand for more, neither knew. Chanyeol, being the sly animal that he was took advantage of the moment and invaded him with his wet muscle. Tongue to tongue, Baekhyun burned; tongue to tongue, Baekhyun felt himself gasping for his life because Chanyeol’s dominance mixed with his desire to have him moaning his name through the night was all evident in the air around him.
Before Baekhyun knew it, he’d already been crying—small tears welling up at the edges of his eyes, and his body was aching. His joints felt like they were going to break and he felt like he could bruise every time someone even dared to do something so close as to touching him.
“There it is.” Chanyeol growled as he pulled away from him.
Suddenly, the situation has changed and Baekhyun found himself confused about it all. Why was he aching? Why did he find himself wanting to pull the taller back in his embrace? To have him simply marking him down, kissing him and just taking all of him for himself?
Baekhyun found himself looking up at the still enraged Alpha. Tear stains all over cheeks; he looked at the man in wonder, his heart pounding against his chest. “W-what did you do?”
Heat started to line onto his stomach, heading south to where his most intimate places were. The Omega found himself swallowing heavily as he felt himself clench, Chanyeol’s dominance reigning over his whole being. The Alpha’s calloused hands began roaming his now lit body. Baekhyun moaned in want, on fire as the taller male closed in on him another time, his body being pressed back with a louder bang against the metal. This time, Baekhyun didn’t care about the impact. He was too busy with his mouth hanging open, his heaving breaths going and going as he begged for air because he’s suddenly on fire—literally. As if someone turned something on inside him and he didn’t know how to put it out. Baekhyun found himself plush against the door. Chanyeol’s lips landed onto the side of his chin, making him shudder in want want want. He could hear his wolf howling in need, getting gooseflesh just because the Alpha had kissed him there—just because Chanyeol’s scent had a hint of on-going jealousy and now excitement.
“Can you smell yourself, Baekhyun?” The Alpha muttered against his skin.
If Baekhyun was a mere light of fire before, he was a fucking volcano then, the goose bumps kept intensifying because no he couldn’t smell himself. At least not while he was fuzzy-headed; he didn’t even know what was going on most of the time at the dance floor—all he had in mind was to get Chanyeol to fucking notice him while they were there and he knew he succeeded. The way Chanyeol was unbuttoning the rest of his dress shirt proved his win.
“God forbid what that fucking asshole would have done to you if I didn’t stop you, Baekhyun.” Chanyeol muttered against his lips, “You don’t play around like that, understand?”
“What the fuck was I playing at?” He hissed, body still aching—“I wasn’t playing. If that Alpha decided to take me home, which he fucking was, I would have been like this with him.”
“Don’t fucking talk about someone else in front of me.” The Alpha hissed angrily, eyes back to the same color that they were at the dance floor. “You’re mine. Nobody else is allowed to touch you.”
Without his knowing, the latter had already graced a hand onto his bare skin, right at his nipple playing his fingers there. Baekhyun moaned once more, absently nodding. His head was nothing but a begging of more, his body speaking on its own as he smelt the Alpha excrete more scent that probably ranged from mating, claiming, and all other sorts.
Baekhyun’s heart began to pound as he felt himself clench, a trace of liquid substance trickling at his thigh.
It was only then did he realize what Chanyeol had done to him.
“Y-you—“ He tried, eyes a wide pair as he looked at his claimer in disbelief. Chanyeol still haven’t marked him down, yet he was already triggering his heat like this.
Chanyeol simply smiled darkly at him. Pulling off his dress shirt completely, the Alpha had worked to get him out of his jeans, one leg had the fabric pooling there. Chanyeol pulled on him roughly and before the Omega knew it, he was already being sat onto the floor with his back harshly gracing against the door. Baekhyun let out a loud hiss, his neck slightly in pain over the angle. Chanyeol had pulled his legs wide apart, kissing his way towards Baekhyun’s throbbing parts, his intimate parts—his needy parts.
The Alpha’s kisses languidly resounded throughout the club’s comfort room, mixing with small whines from the Omega. The beating of the music was still heard but merely. With his legs parted way up high, his claimer holding him down, Chanyeol neared Baekhyun’s throbbing entrance.
Baekhyun’s heart raced at the image before him. As he quietly sobbed and moaned at the sensations, he found one of his hands slowly being held by the man before him. Chanyeol entwined their fingers together, holding him tight, while Baekhyun’s free one, he used to hold onto his other thigh, assisting his Alpha.
Fuck—how could he actually envision himself being this intimate with someone else?
Chanyeol stared at him, their gaze connecting for a moment because he knew what that meant. A hint of uncertainty lingered in the air for a split moment, only waiting for the Omega to nod swiftly, permission granting.
Baekhyun found himself groaning, a long moan escaping him as he felt Chanyeol dip his tongue onto his leaking entrance.
“Oh my God.” Baekhyun moaned as if he’d just seen the best side of life.
Chanyeol ran the flat of his tongue onto his entrance, before teasing the throbbing ring with the tip, slowly dipping it in only to pull it back. The Alpha continued his ministrations, holding Baekhyun like a grand buffet, voice of satisfaction running as he stuck his face onto the Omega’s hole. The Omega simply moaned outrageously, feeling himself excrete more lubrication. How long has been waiting for this day to happen.
As Chanyeol’s tongue slipped, Baekhyun spilled profanities. Cursing everything that existed, Baekhyun found himself lost from sanity as the Alpha continued to eat him out. With his chest heaving, Baekhyun laid onto the floor, letting Chanyeol have his way with him.
By the time that the latter was already done, Baekhyun had been disabled from other senses. All he could do then was to feel and feel and feel; moan and moan and moan. He didn’t know how many times the Alpha had driven him to his climax, Baekhyun at that time only saw Chanyeol for stars—Chanyeol for the white lining of bliss as he shuddered in completion.
His eyelids began drooping, exhaustion befalling him for the number of times. The night was young, and probably more people had come into the club yet they were there at the part of it that explained what they were doing. Chanyeol’s scent didn’t even dare plummet and even though Baekhyun wanted to just whine to go home, he couldn’t. His body still ached and he thinks that he’s already made a puddle of lubrication down under him. He needed a fucking knot for fuck’s sake not a tongue.
So as his Alpha got up from where he laid, Baekhyun watched with hooded eyes as the male pushed his legs closer to his face. He was probably already split in half, but what the fuck did he care? The only thing that the little Omega cared for was the intensified sounding of Chanyeol’s zippers going undone. He only cared for the angry rumbling in his Alpha’s chest, and he only cared for the Alpha’s grip on his knees as he pushed them open, instantly diving into him with a long satisfied groan.
Baekhyun found himself letting out small huffs; his eyes going wide awake because Chanyeol inside him was an eye-opener. Chanyeol’s form against him, plush like this—as if they were made for each other no matter the situation; they stayed like that for a moment, Baekhyun trying to stop himself from being overwhelmed. Having the Alpha seated inside him felt so perfect, so beautiful that he found himself sobbing, his leg clambering towards Chanyeol’s tailbone as he nudged him deeper inside him onto to let out a cute moan.
He opened his eyes to find his Alpha smiling at him.
“Feel that?” Chanyeol nudged his nose against his an eskimo kiss exchanged between them at the most inappropriate time. “That’s something you’ll never feel with anyone else, Baekhyun.” The man teased.
This only got the Omega to use his other leg, both were now clinging onto the Alpha as he urged him deeper, deeper and deeper.
Baekhyun felt himself burning inside. All of him; his Alpha inside him was a perfect fit. All his itch being scratched just the way he liked it even though the man hasn’t even made a move yet.
Groaning in frustration, Baekhyun finally found himself the courage to open his eyes. He didn’t even realize that he had shut them, because the image before him had never been better than before.
Love never smelled so intoxicating—neither did the intimacy nor the utmost care that Chanyeol had excreted while they were connected intimately like this.
A tear trickled down onto the Omega’s cheek, realizing that Chanyeol had been such an ass he couldn’t say things in words so he just opts to release them all in the air. How embarrassing would it be if the latter had done so in public?
“You stink.” He muttered, fire lit onto the apples of his cheeks.
To this, his Alpha laughed a little, body vibrating throughout that it sent him throwing his head back in pleasure, the movement affecting their intimate parts.
“And you wonder why nobody’s ever tried to make a move on you?” Chanyeol teases.
Baekhyun’s retort falls from his swollen lips because Chanyeol swallows them all up with his own, tongue included yet again. As the latter began thrusting into him, sounds of skin slapping against skin resounded into the comfort room. Baekhyun was sure that his ears were a raging red from all the things that was happening but that didn’t matter as he forced a voice into his moans because he’s all spent and tired and just a plain puddle of sensitive feelings.
Chanyeol adjusted them closer, almost as if the Alpha had sat on him with his cock pressed deeply into him. He could feel the latter at the most of his movements, his womb feeling the bump of the cockhead. Chanyeol just kept going, slowly then fast; alternately experimenting over and over again.
Baekhyun rejoiced at the way it rubbed against his walls—he was on fucking fire that only Chanyeol was surely the one to put it out. Moaning openly, Baekhyun held onto the back of his knees, supporting himself open as he took in the entirety of Alpha’s pounding. The Omega’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, feeling Chanyeol’s cock hit him well, his cock doing that throb that signaled mating.
To this, Baekhyun’s eyes widened. Chanyeol was mating with him. His heart raced harder at the realization—as he inhaled the air around him, his Alpha’s intention became even clearer.
“C-Chanyeol—“ Baekhyun moaned, “W- a—What are you d—“
“Keeping you forever.” The Alpha groaned, answering him without a need to rethink his answer.
Baekhyun found himself shutting his eyes, body shaking as the Alpha began to piston hard inside him. With his mouth agape from the sensation, Baekhyun tried to look for something to hold onto because God forgive him—he was going to come out of a club carrying pups.
Toes curling, Baekhyun took in every movement. Chanyeol’s tongue has made it onto his neck, peppering him with kisses, sucking hard that he was sure he’ll have to wear a fucking turtleneck in public. As Chanyeol’s movement lengthened, becoming more and more firm, Baekhyun felt himself clenching hard onto the latter, and then soon Chanyeol began swelling inside of him. At the heat of the moment Baekhyun realized that Chanyeol hadn’t claimed him yet—He hasn’t marked him yet so he panics, eyes going wide in tears because he could feel Chanyeol’s cock growing.
“Oh… F-fuck!” He howls, “Fuck, Chanyeol—fuck! Ah!” He tried to kick a foot, body struggling at the development of things.
Baekhyun’s hands found purchase onto Chanyeol’s shoulders, and the Alpha lowered himself against him, changing the angle a little bit that it makes Baekhyun gape with a silent cry. “Fuck! Deeper. Oh my god—Chanyeol.” He moaned.
The Alpha kissed him on the lips as he hummed in ecstasy. Their bodies now soaking with sweat—probably not visible for his Alpha still had his clothes on—but Baekhyun could tell for the fabric was already clinging onto his well-built frame.
“If you aren’t carrying any pups by the time we get out of here,” Chanyeol groaned lowly against his ear, “I’m going to fuck you until we get at least triplets in one do.”
Baekhyun blinked heavily, and as the knot locked them together that the Alpha had no more choice but to rut inside of him, Baekhyun helped the male by rolling his hips, small profanities leaving both their lips because Baekhyun finds his release as the knot settles dead-on against his prostate leaving him with stars in his eyes and a shivering Alpha moaning long but softly into his ears.
“You haven’t claimed me yet.” He follows up with a hoarse voice.
And Chanyeol simply laid there on him, their bodies now limp and spent. “I already did.” The Alpha answered. Getting up a little, Chanyeol faces him and puts their foreheads together. “You were so lost in ecstasy you didn’t feel me biting you.”
Blinking in shock, Baekhyun’s hand quickly goes to the underside of his ear and he hisses because he accidentally brushes a sweat there making it sting.
They stared at each other, Baekhyun lost for words while Chanyeol had been nothing but a dashing prince in his eyes. This motherfucker, Baekhyun thought.
Yet all that Chanyeol did as he cursed him to kingdom come in his head, their bond finally making its connection as he heard Chanyeol’s heart beat alongside with his own—was to inhale the air around them.
The air that stunk with the remnants of sex, lubrication…
Love, desire, and mate… Chanyeol added in, saying it through their newly formed bond.
Finally.
A family.