First Heat (Chan)
content warning: omegaverse; knotting; alpha chan
Masterlist
Minors DNI
word count: 5434
You hadn't planned to lose yourself in the woods. The day had started so simply...a clear sky, the sun shining just warm enough to draw you outside. You told yourself you needed the break, just somewhere quiet for a few hours where you could turn off your brain. Something about the woods had always called to you, and though you didn't know them well, the little trailhead near the edge of town seemed inviting enough.
But that was hours ago. Now, you couldn't tell where you were. The trees all looked the same, their towering silhouettes blotting out the last traces of daylight. The path you thought you'd been following had vanished, replaced by endless stretches of moss and shadow.
You tried to stay calm, telling yourself that if you just kept moving, you'd find your way back. But as the minutes dragged on, calmness gave way to unease. The air felt heavier here, clinging to your skin. And then, just as the first chill of night crept over your arms, something in you shifted.
It started as warmth, nothing unusual...at first, you chalked it up to exertion. But then the warmth grew, spreading through your limbs and pooling low in your belly. Your breaths came faster, your pulse racing in a way you couldn't explain. A faint dizziness followed, making you stumble and grip a tree for balance.
"What... what's happening to me?" you whispered aloud.
No one answered. The forest was eerily quiet now, as though even the animals were holding their breath.
Your legs felt weak, your body trembling as the heat surged again. This time, it wasn't just warmth, it was fire. A desperate, aching fire that made your head spin. You sank to the ground, unable to keep standing, clutching at the damp earth as though it could somehow anchor you.
A strange scent filled your nose...earthy and rich, yet sharp enough to make your head swim. You had no idea where it was coming from, but it mingled with the unbearable heat coursing through you, tightening its grip on your senses. It felt impossible to think, to focus on anything but the desperate ache building in your body.
Your hands clutched at the moss beneath you, and you let out a shaky breath, your voice breaking into a low whimper. You didn't understand what was happening...why you felt like this, why the fire in your veins only seemed to intensify with each passing second.
Through the haze, you thought you heard footsteps. At first, you dismissed it as the pounding of your heart in your ears, but then it came again, steadily moving closer.
"Who's there?" you managed to choke out, your voice trembling.
Silence. Then, a figure stepped out from between the trees, his presence commanding yet calm. He wasn't very tall, but he was broad-shouldered, and his dark eyes scanned you quickly, taking in your trembling form on the ground.
"You're going to be okay," he said softly, raising his hands in a gesture of peace. His voice was deep, soothing, but it did little to calm the storm raging inside you.
More figures emerged behind him, stepping out from the shadows one by one. Each of them moved as if a sudden crack of a twig would send you running away; their eyes glowing faintly in the dim light, never leaving you. It felt threatening.
You scrambled back, panic flaring despite your weakened state. "Stay back!" you cried, your voice breaking.
The man in front stopped, crouching slightly to meet your eye level. His expression was calm, almost gentle, but there was something else in his gaze, something primal that made your breath hitch.
"You're in heat," he told you softly.
The words barely registered, tangled in the fog of your mind. "What... what does that even mean?"
The others exchanged glances, and a blonde man with soft features stepped forward, his voice gentle, "You don't know?"
You shook your head, confusion and fear twisting in your chest. "I-I don't know what's happening. I... I was fine, and then..."
The heat surged again, stealing your words and leaving you gasping. Your body trembled violently, and you doubled over, clutching your middle as if you could somehow hold yourself together.
"She's unbonded," one of them murmured, his tone laced with surprise.
"Unbonded and alone?" another muttered. "How is that even possible?"
"Hey, focus," the first man said sharply, cutting off their whispers. His eyes remained locked on you, his expression gentle as he crouched a little closer. "Listen to me. I know you're scared, but we're here to help. You're going through your first heat, and it's... overwhelming you. We can get you somewhere safe."
You shook your head again, your breathing shallow. "I don't understand," you whispered. "What are you talking about?"
The blonde man, the one with the elven features and kind eyes, knelt beside the first. "Your body is reacting to instincts you didn't even know you had," he informed you.
Something deep inside you stirred at the sound of his voice, as though it were unlocking a part of you that had always been there, hidden beneath the surface.
The first man extended a hand toward you, his movements slow. "My name is Chan," he said. "I'm the leader of this pack. We're not going to hurt you, I promise. But you can't stay out here like this...it's too dangerous."
You stared at his hand, your instincts warring with your fear. There was something about him, about all of them, that felt... different. Their presence was almost magnetic, pulling at something inside you that you couldn't name.
The heat surged again, stronger this time, and you cried out, your body curling in on itself. Chan's expression hardened in pity, and before you could protest, he leaned forward and scooped you into his arms.
"Wait..." you gasped, but the words died on your lips as your body melted into his warmth. The scent you'd noticed earlier, earthy and rich, was stronger now, enveloping you and calming the frantic pounding of your heart.
"Easy," he murmured, his voice low and soothing. "We've got you."
The others followed as he carried you deeper into the woods. You could feel their eyes on you, but none of them spoke, their focus entirely on getting you to safety. You should've felt scared about so many strange men taking you somewhere unknown in the woods, but Chan's body was the only thing holding you together right now, it felt necessary.
You weren't sure how much time passed before they brought you to a small, hidden clearing where a cabin stood nestled among the trees. The warmth of the fire spilling through the windows was a stark contrast to the cool night air, and you barely registered the sound of the door opening before Chan carried you inside.
The cabin was cozy, the scent of wood smoke and something faintly sweet filling the air. He placed you gently on a couch near the fire, and the others gathered around, their expressions a mix of concern and curiosity.
"She's burning up," one of them said, his voice sharp with worry.
"She obviously doesn't know what a heat is," another murmured, shaking his head.
"Enough," Chan snapped, his tone firm. He knelt beside you again, his dark eyes meeting yours. "You're safe now. That's all that matters."
Your mind swam with questions, but the heat was relentless, clouding your thoughts and leaving you trembling. You looked at him, your voice barely above a whisper. "What's happening to me?"
He hesitated, glancing at the others before turning back to you. "Your body is reacting the way it's supposed to," he said carefully. "You're an omega, and this is your first heat. It's... a natural part of who you are, but it's a lot to handle, especially without a pack."
His words didn't make sense, but you clung to the soothing tone of his voice, letting it ground you as your body continued to burn.
"We'll help you through this," the blonde man said. "You're not alone anymore."
The heat clawed at you still, refusing to allow even an ounce of relief. It overwhelmed every sense. Your mind barely registered the sounds of the pack moving around you, their low voices blending into the crackle of the fire. You could hear them murmuring, but their words were lost in the haze. All you knew was the fire in your body, the aching need for help from a sensation you didn't understand.
"She's struggling," a voice said, sharp and impatient.
"Of course she is," someone replied. "First heats are unpredictable. She doesn't even know what to do with herself."
"Maybe what she needs is..."
The rest of the sentence was muffled, but you felt the shift in the air almost immediately.
"Lee Know..." Chan shook his head disapprovingly.
Lee Know ignored him, his sharp eyes fixed on you, his expression unreadable, but the intensity of his gaze sent a ripple of something...fear? anticipation? need? through your chest.
"She's in too much distress," he said, his voice low and steady but edged with something primal. "The longer this goes on, the worse it'll be for her. We all know what she needs."
Chan rose to his feet immediately, his body tensing. "Don't," he warned, his tone calm but laced with authority.
"You're the one who told us to help her," he argued, his determination unwavering. "And she's crying out for it, whether she realizes it or not."
"We are helping her," Chan fought. "We're keeping her safe. But that doesn't mean anyone gets to claim her."
Lee Know stopped, his expression hardening. "You're acting like this isn't affecting you too," he said, his voice dropping into a growl. "Her scent is driving all of us insane. I'm just the only one being honest about it."
Chan's voice dropped, low as if he didn't want you to hear. "She's not ours to take. She's vulnerable, scared, and doesn't even understand what's happening to her. Back off."
You tried to sit up, your trembling arms barely able to hold your weight, but the motion sent a fresh wave of dizziness through you.
"Please," you whispered, your voice breaking.
Chan turned to you instantly, his sharp expression softening as he knelt at your side. "It's okay," he murmured, his voice steady. "You're okay. No one's going to hurt you."
Behind him, Lee Know let out a frustrated huff but finally backed off, retreating to the other side of the room.
"Please," you turned to Lee Know. "What is it that I need? Make it stop."
"She doesn't even know that much?" one of them joked before another elbowed them.
Chan reached for your hand, his touch firm but gentle. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice low enough that only you could hear. "This shouldn't be happening. But you can get through it without his help." He turned to the other guys."Let her rest," he said finally, his tone leaving no room for argument. "She's been through enough."
The others murmured their agreement, dispersing to different parts of the cabin. Chan assured that they were all in their rooms before offering a blanket and sitting on the couch beside where you curled up.
"You can stay here for the week," he offered as you leaned against him, breathing in his scent like a drug. "It should be over by then."
"A week?" your eyes grew large. You couldn't leave behind your life for a week. What was happening?
"Shh, you'll be okay," he hummed, as he stroked your hair. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering and hands gripping you closer, never letting go.
"Chan," you squeaked out, face buried against his chest as he held you there, inhaling deeply.
"I-I'm sorry," he released you, eyes wide in surprise at the lack of control he displayed. "I should get to bed."
"Chan," you called after him, but he'd already disappeared into his room, leaving you alone in the unfamiliar cabin. Without his musky scent, it smelled too empty, too clean. You covered yourself up to your nose with the blanket which helped a little, but it didn't do much to fight the craving in your belly.
So you went to seek out what Lee Know had mentioned...he knew how to help. Only, you hadn't been paying much attention to their departure and you weren't sure which room was his.
You studied each door, noticing notches in some, unsure if higher was better or worse. You knocked on a lower number, deciding that was safest.
The footsteps on the other side came immediately, almost as if they'd been waiting for you. You were sure it was Lee Know who must've heard your rustling, but someone else answered with a knowing smirk.
"Well hello little omega," he greeted, his voice threatening and raw.
"H-hello," you replied voice shaky. And yet, despite the pulsating of your heart, your body craved him, shouted for you to bury yourself against him even though his wet dog smell was nowhere as good as Chan's.
"Want to come inside and let Binnie take care of you?" he asked as he pushed open the door to make room, the creak filling the hallway and drawing another door to open.
"Hey! I spotted her first," a chubby-cheeked man said behind you.
"No you didn't," the blonde from earlier argued, appearing suddenly. "Chan did."
"No," he fought, stepping closer to you. "I did! I just didn't tell anyone."
"I think that an alpha should help," a taller, polite-looking figure spoke. "No sense in letting Han have at her only to make the heat worse for her."
"Shut up, Seungmin," the man who must've been named Han shoved him. "I can help."
A growl from down the hall had Han and Seungmin scurrying back to their doorways. Only the blonde remained, curiously watching to see what would happen.
"Bin," Lee Know sighed, pulling you into him with a sharp tug on your wrist. Even that small touch had you whimpering, craving another. He even smelled good, too...like a thick rain. It was dizzying and made it hard to think. "Chan said we don't take advantage of her."
Binnie laughed, obviously disagreeing with Chan's wait-it-out method. Honestly, you disagreed too. Whatever they could do to help, you wanted it. You turned into Lee Know, running your hand up his bare chest until it sat against his jaw, urging him to look down at you. He had yet to breathe, as if your scent so close would be too much, as if he'd lose control like Chan had should he allow his lungs such sweetness.
"How would you help me if he hadn't said that?" you asked, voice high and needy.
The others waited with wide eyes, daring Lee Know to tell you. He bit his lip, running a single finger down your spine so that you arched into him, incapable of controlling yourself with him so close. "I'd..." he began, but didn't continue when the last door in the hall opened.
Chan stalked to the center, his figure making long shadows on the floor with every sconce he passed. His glare alone caused the rest to retreat to their rooms. The absence of Lee Know's fingers on your wrist was noticeable, and you touched it with your other hand, trying to absorb as much of his lingering heat as you could.
"Your heat is dangerous," Chan reiterated, stroking your cheek gently, sucking in a sharp inhale as he selfishly allowed himself that pleasure after denying you for hours.
"Help me," you pleaded, stepping closer so that you overwhelmed him. "Make it stop."
"Is it that bad, little one?" he hummed in pity, eyes falling to your legs that had crossed absentmindedly before trailing to your interlocked hands. He reached for one, the same that Lee Know had, and sniffed the place Lee Know had touched. "Did it feel good to touch him?"
You nodded, eyes closing shut as you imagined being held again. But your eyes opened when Chan's plump lips pressed against your skin. Replacing Lee Know's simple touch with a much more impressive feeling.
"Chan," you whined, legs nearly giving out already, the ache in your belly growing tenfold.
"I can see now how wrong I was to deny you. Allow me to make it up to you," he offered in a low voice as he pulled you towards his room, pulled you towards the scent you'd been in a euphoric haze by all day.
His room was a bubble of his beautiful odor. Every shelf, every blanket, every book had been touched by him, and now so were you.
Chan hugged you from behind as you took in his room, set his chin on your shoulder, and kissed your neck. You placed your hands on his and closed your eyes, allowing yourself to be consumed by him.
When you opened them, you first made eye contact with his reflection, eyes glowing a soft yellow. But then you saw yours were illuminated in a soft silver, and pressed your hand to your cheek in awe, tugging down the skin to see your eyes more clearly.
"You've never seen your wolf eyes before have you little one?" Chan asked.
"W-wolf?" you stuttered in shock.
"Mhm," he hummed, squeezing you tighter. "Wolf. We look human, but our senses are heightened. We can see better, feel better, taste better, hear better..."
"And smell better," you added with a deep inhale. You'd never been so consumed by a scent before.
"Yes," he smiled softly. "And smell better. And as an omega," he began, fingers kneading your sides desperately, "You're a perfect fit for an alpha."
"Are you an alpha?" you checked.
"Of course," he replied as if it should've been common knowledge.
"And an alpha can make this better?" you asked, sinking back against him and wishing he could take away whatever this ache was right now.
"Yes, little one. But to get out of this heat..." he sighed, his breath warm against your ear, his fingers squeezing you closer so that you felt like you were a part of him. "I need to bed you."
Your eyes snapped open in surprise. You hadn't expected that, hadn't realized what this gnawing feeling in your stomach truly was. You weren't sick or dying...you were desperate to breed. It was completely primal.
"Will it hurt?" you asked worriedly. If this heat made being horny painful, surely the sex was different too.
"Yes," he answered honestly with a soft kiss and a slight nibble on your ear lobe. "But then it won't." He pressed his lips to your neck, licking the skin until you were a mess of cries. The only reason you hadn't fallen to the ground in a puddle of whines was because he was still holding you up.
You managed to loosen his grip just enough to turn around. His nostrils flared from how deep he was breathing, as if your scent alone was enough to make him mad.
"I want you to help me," you pleaded before looping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss.
Chan growled against your lips, vibrating them before sucking them and pulling your bottom between his teeth. You gasped from how good it felt, nearly crumbling again and using his muscled form to hold yourself up.
"It's going to take months to get your scent out of my room," he complained as he walked you back to the bed. "Maybe years if you make a mess," he imagined, his cock growing hard against your belly.
"Chan," you hummed, pulling him into your neck where his kisses felt like stings. "It hurts so bad."
"I know," he validated as he laid you down. "I know it does."
He tore his shirt off before joining you on the bed. His tanned skin was hot to the touch. It felt nice in contrast to the chilly winter air. And it looked nice...Chan was lean and muscular as if he'd done nothing but prepare to fuck. His abs were hard when he lay beside you, and his bicep flexed as he tore your shirt down the middle to expose you.
"So beautiful," he murmured, more to himself as if in a daze. He pressed kisses down your chest, sucking your nipples and making your skin tingle wherever he touched.
Inside, you were a swirl of nerves and need. You craved him in any way you could and yet this was all so new that you worried you'd do it wrong. You watched Chan move further down, nearly kicking him for teasing you with kisses over your jeans against your core.
"Off," you begged, reaching down to undo the buttons yourself. You weren't in a patient mood tonight, and he seemed more than happy to make you wait. "Take them off."
"You smell so fucking good," Chan groaned the moment the button popped open. He tore your pants and underwear off eagerly, ripping the seams to get to you sooner. The moment you were naked, he buried his tongue against your center, incapable of waiting a moment longer to taste you.
"Chan!" you squealed, hips grinding against his face as he sucked and cleaned every drop he could get out of you.
"You taste so sweet, little one," he moaned as he pushed your thighs apart to give himself more access.
You cried out, pulling his hair and trying to get off with just his mouth, but it was no use, you needed more.
When he came back up, he dipped his tongue into your mouth, letting you taste the remnants of yourself with throaty groans.
"Need you to bed me," you pleaded between kisses. "Need you to make it go away."
Chan stood for a moment to remove his pants, giving you the perfect opportunity to take him all in. Though standing in the shadows, your omega eyes made it possible to see him very clearly. His cock was thick, so thick you weren't sure your whole hand would be able to wrap around it. And its length...he had to be as long as your forearm. You gulped worriedly and met his comforting gaze.
"It hurts at first, but then feels good," he reminded you.
"How would you know? Do you fuck yourself?" you joked nervously.
"No," he chuckled as he rejoined you in bed. "But omegas are made for alphas. And we smell best to ones we are meant to breed with."
"What do I smell like to you?" you wondered.
Chan breathed in deeply and closed his eyes, a soft smile forming on his lips. "Sunshine," he sighed.
Your eyes sparkled at him when he reopened his, curiosity painting his face as he obviously wanted to know what you thought of him.
"You remind me of Earth. A deep earthy, forest smell," you hummed as you buried yourself against his neck, the pheromones making everything stronger, making you wetter.
"Decades," he whispered suddenly. "It's going to take decades to make your scent disappear from this room.
"I'm sorry," you apologized with a kiss to the pulse in his neck.
"Don't be," he moaned as he aligned himself with your heat, finally preparing to fuck away the pain.
When he pushed in, your body felt so heightened, so aware of where the slit on his tip was as it journeyed through your walls, where his fingers settled on your waist and cheek, the way his eyes watched your expression carefully with concern and masked desperation.
You whined in surprise at just how much your body had to adjust to fit him. And, to your surprise, claws retracted from your fingers, digging into his back.
"I-I'm sorry," you whined, unable to control them and too dazed to focus enough to try.
"It's okay," he promised. "Feels good. Feels so fucking good," he groaned, eyes rolling back.
"It hurts," you cried, feeling like he was splitting you in two the further he went.
"I know," he soothed with a stroke through your hair and kiss to your cheek.
He pulled out briefly giving you a moment to breathe, and pushed in again, this time not stopping until he settled completely in you. Your cunt pulsed around him, having a heartbeat of its own while trying to take him, and your claws latched on, sinking deeper into his skin.
"Breathe, little one," Chan reminded you as he thrust again. "You're doing so well."
You winced and tried to find your breath, but couldn't. Your body was tense, struggling to adjust. When you opened your eyes Chan was there, forehead resting against yours as he watched your every move.
You bit your lip to try to be strong, drawing blood when he pushed in again.
"Messy, messy girl," Chan scolded and pressed his lips to yours, licking up the red droplets and sealing the wound.
"When does it feel good?" you asked. At the very least, that ache in your belly had been reduced to a quiet buzz. It was manageable as long as you were being stabbed by Chan's alpha cock.
"When I bite you," he answered, eyes searching yours for any hesitancies.
"Then bite me," you whined, wrapping your legs around him.
"I can't," he replied. "Not until..." he trailed off, cheeks burning red as if he'd exposed a secret he'd yet to share.
"Until what?" you asked, wondering what could possibly cause him to hold back.
"Until you can take all of me," he said, though it felt like there was still something he was keeping from you.
"Am I not taking all of you?" you gasped in surprise and looked down to see that he was right, you still had more to take.
You tossed your head back to the pillow in frustration. You wondered if Lee Know or Bin would've been better. Maybe they'd have been smaller. But then Chan kissed your throat, and you knew you were right where you were supposed to be.
"You can do it, little one. You just have to relax," he cooed.
You took a deep breath and tried to focus on your breathing, tried to ignore the pain and give in to Chan. You started with a kiss, a soft kiss to his lips that awoke your insides and made your heart race.
"There you go," he praised and kissed more deeply while trailing his fingers down your side and making you tremble. The more passionate your lips became, the more your body opened and accepted him. Eventually, Chan let out a primal groan and stilled inside you, his glowing eyes even brighter now.
"Bite me," you whimpered, knowing subconsciously that this was it.
"When I do, it claims you," he warned. "Do you want that?"
Claim. The word felt significant, too important to be given just a second of thought. But your heat surged through you, engulfing every cell on your body as you yelled out in pain.
"Yes," you pleaded. "Please!"
Chan nodded and led your head back against the pillow so that your throat was open to him. He licked the spot he'd licked earlier, preparing it for himself, and just before you felt his teeth, you felt a thick bulbous mound push against your center.
"Chan," you cried out, tears streaming from how much it hurt trying to fit. He was too big, it was too big.
"I've got you," he vowed and sunk in his teeth.
You screamed again from how much the bite's initial impact hurt, but then you felt his teeth dispel a warmth that flooded your veins and settled your heat so that it was all numb for a moment before becoming nothing but intense pleasure.
"Chan," you moaned, grinding against his cock and using him to get off as you'd intended all along.
"One second," he chuckled and pressed your hips firmly to the mattress as he fucked the bulb into you, forcing it to fit when it should've been impossible. "Ah, fuck," he grunted when it finally squeezed in.
"Channie," you whimpered and squeezed his neck, digging your claws into his shoulders without care.
"God call me that again," he groaned as he shifted your hips higher to fuck you.
"Channie," you smirked, loving the beautifully fucked out look on his face.
"That's right, baby," he grunted. "Channie is gonna make it all better."
He pounded his cock into you over and over. He had been right...It felt amazing now. You'd never felt so satisfied and full.
"Harder," you pleaded with a sharp smack to his ass.
"Fuck," he cursed in surprise and slammed his cock into you, bruising your thighs in the process. His fingers dug into your sides to hold you still, but all you could focus on was the sharp prick whenever his cock hit your cervix. It was maddening, dizzying.
"Need you to cum in me Channie," you cried.
"My knot it's..." he groaned, stuffing you full again before stilling and looking down in pity. "A knot release is..." he began to explain but you cut him off and began grinding your hips against him, unwilling to stop for a moment.
"I don't care what it is. I need it," you cried. It was a desire you didn't understand that stemmed from deep inside. But whatever a knot was, you had to have it.
"I'll give you whatever want," Chan conceded with a kiss that made your walls tighten around him.
You knew it was close, knew the heat was ready to explode. Every breath came with a whimper, every thrust drew out a moan. Chan's scent had grown so strong throughout all of this that you could think of nothing as if his odor was a foggy cloud on your brain.
"It's going to..." he began, voice rasped in desire.
"Channie," you begged, keeping him buried inside you with a strong hold on his hips.
And when he finally came, it was like permission for your body. Chan's cock came in heavy spurts, making you feel so warm and so full. He watched you so carefully for any sign of discomfort, but it was like an amazing high. Euphoric and never-ending.
When you finally finished, he was still coming, his brows furrowed and jaw slack as every crevice was filled by his knot. You felt sorry for Chan, realizing it must've been painful for him to have carried such a load.
You kissed him through it, offering soft words of encouragement until he eventually stilled, his body growing weak as he lay against you like a blanket.
"Thank you," he sighed as you stroked his hair, soothed him just as he had done for you earlier.
"I feel so much better," you told him. "I should be thanking you."
"Mmmm," he hummed with sleepy eyes as he rolled to his side, pulling you with him. The glow from his eyes settled on your breasts, and he unexpectedly reached out to palm one, earning a quiet moan from your lips. "They're bigger."
"Are they?" you asked in confusion. Looking down, you realized he was right. Your chest had somehow grown in the last few hours.
"You accepted my pups," he explained with a soft smile.
"Pups?" you repeated with wide eyes.
"Mhm," Chan answered in his half-dazed state. "My pups."
You didn't know what to say. You were going to have his pups? It felt so sudden, and yet...it was what your body had wanted all along.
"Come here," he pulled you close, pressing your skin to his as if he couldn't bear to be apart. He stroked down your back, making you shiver.
"What does it mean to be claimed?" you asked, knowing you should've cared more earlier when you allowed it.
"You are mine," he replied sleepily. "And I am yours."
"Forever?" you asked with a yawn, feeling too tired for such big declarations.
"Forever," he confirmed with a sleepy kiss before his first snores filled the dark room.
