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“Come on! It’s just one shot – liquid courage, and all?” Yeonjun tells Wooyoung, offering him a plastic shot glass filled with something amber coloured. Probably some weird type of whiskey, knowing Yeonjun.
Yunho’s birthday party is as insane as Wooyoung had predicted, with people he’s never met before filling the room, and loud music blaring on Yunho’s expensive surround-sound speaker system.
“Fuck it,” he says, downing the shot and wincing at the burning sensation along the inside of his mouth and throat. “You’re so gross for liking this Apple Jack Daniels shit.”
“I’m pretty sure apple flavour whiskey is the reason my cum tastes as good as it does,” Yeonjun says, completely serious.
“Ew. Please don’t talk to me about your cum.”
“Okay, then let’s talk about the cum that’s really on your mind. Where’s San at?”
“Shut the fuck up,” Wooyoung hisses, glancing around just to be sure that nobody is listening to their conversation. “I’m not sure where he is. He drove me here but it was still super awkward. I don’t know how I’m supposed to survive this whole thing.”
During the remainder of their study session yesterday, Yeonjun had somehow managed to talk him into believing that confessing to San is a good idea, explaining in great detail how everyone was completely certain that San is in love with him anyway. And it had somehow seemed more convincing than all the times Yeosang had told him similar things, because that’s just the type of person Yeonjun is.
But now that Wooyoung is actually here, he’s not at all sure. He actually feels kind of nauseous, even though the only things he’s had to drink are half a beer and the shot Yeonjun had just offered him.
“I think your disgusting apple whiskey shot is gonna make me barf,” Wooyoung says, stomach lurching as he catches a glimpse of San across the room, talking to Mingi.
“You’re being such a coward,” Yeonjun tells him in a sing-song voice. “Just tell him. I promise that it will all be alright. And, worst case scenario, things between you guys are already insanely awkward so it’s not like it can get any worse.”
Wooyoung shakes his head. “It’s not just that.” He glances around again, checking again to make sure that nobody who knows them is around, and lowers his voice. “I want it to be, like, a proper thing, you know- confession, whatever. I want it to be… well, perfect, not just some drunk admission at Yunho’s party.”
Yeonjun purses his lips in understanding. “Okay, I see. Like, with flowers?”
“No, nothing with flowers. Just an actual private conversation where I can properly explain how I feel,” Wooyoung sips his beer again, insanely aware of San’s presence across the room. His ability to smell pheromones has started to fade slowly, but he can still pick up a hint of the other’s scent, even though there’s probably at least ten other alphas in the room. “And, in case he rejects me, I want to be in close vicinity to my bedroom so that I can cry myself to sleep in peace.”
“He’s not gonna reject you.” Yeonjun says with certainty. “But I get what you mean. Maybe tonight isn’t the night, after all.”
“Ugh,” Wooyoung groans, resisting the urge to bang his head against the wall repeatedly. “This is so complicated. I’ve never confessed to anyone before, it’s always them asking me out.”
“Nice, same here,” Yeonjun says, high-fiving him.
Before Wooyoung can reply, he wrinkles his nose as the now-familiar scent of Junho’s pheromones wafts into his radius. Sure enough, a moment later the alpha walks up to them and gives them both a friendly smile.
“Hey, guys. Are you having a good time?” He asks, eyes focused on Wooyoung.
“Yeah, not bad.” Wooyoung says, wondering why he suddenly feels so on-edge, something about the way Junho is watching him making him nervous.
“I was actually wondering, Wooyoung, would I be able to talk to you in private for a moment? It’s important.”
Yeonjun shoots a suspicious look at Junho, and Wooyoung really wants to tell Junho to leave him alone, but he’s a nice guy who’s done nothing to warrant that kind of rudeness.
So, instead, he nods, following Junho as he leads him through the crowd and out onto the porch. The cool air and quiet are actually refreshing, but Junho’s presence is still making him uncomfortable in a way he can’t quite put his finger on.
“Walk with me?” Junho asks, nodding towards the quiet, dark street.
They start walking together in silence. Wooyoung’s heart picks up as he waits for Junho to ask him out again, which is presumably the reason he’d asked to speak in private.
Sure enough, a moment later Junho says, “I’ve been thinking a lot about you.”
“Um,” Wooyoung says when Junho stops walking and gazes at him thoughtfully.
“I think you’re really great, Wooyoung.”
“I’m sorry, I don’t-”
“Let me finish,” Junho interrupts, a flash of irritation showing on his face, gone a moment later. “I want to tell you that I’ve had feelings for you for a while, before we even talked that one time in the hallway. And I think I’d make a great boyfriend for you, or mate, whatever you want.”
Mate? Fucking hell, Wooyoung is still young, he doesn’t need to be thinking about these things yet, especially with someone he’s only had a handful of actual conversations with.
“That’s really sweet, Junho,” he says, trying to stay polite, “but I’m really not interested in you like that.”
Another flash of irritation, and this time it takes longer for Junho to arrange his features back into a cordial smile. “Can I ask why? Is there anything I can do to change your mind?”
“It’s just that I’ve got a lot going on right now,” Wooyoung says, using the same excuse he’d used a while back on the other alpha at Yunho’s other party – this whole situation is giving him an odd sense of déjà vu. “And I’m not really in a place to commit to anyone. And I’m afraid there’s nothing you can do about that,” he tries his best to sound apologetic.
“Wooyoung, please. Just give me a chance,” Junho takes a step towards him, and Wooyoung automatically steps back, the bad feeling in his gut intensifying when Junho’s smile morphs into a scowl. “I’d treat you so well, and you’re not even letting me prove it to you.”
“I’m just not interested, I’m sorry.”
“Wooyoung, just-”
“No,” Wooyoung says again, firm.
Then Junho is reaching out to grab Wooyoung, leaning forward and placing a wet kiss on his mouth. Wooyoung jerks away, shoving him back, horrified.
“Please, just one chance-” Junho says again, stepping forward.
“Get away from me,” Wooyoung snaps, done playing nice, disgusted with the gross flavour of Junho’s lips on his own. “Don’t you dare step closer, or I’ll make you regret it.”
Junho’s eyes are frenzied. “I like you so much, Wooyoung. Just let me prove it to you.”
Wooyoung is starting to actually get scared, able to pick up a nauseating cocktail of arousal and aggression in Junho’s scent. “I’m going back to the party.”
As soon as he steps away, Junho’s hands are back on him, grabbing him firmly and shoving him back against the wall. Wooyoung’s back thuds against it uncomfortably, and he starts to panic at the furious look on Junho’s face.
“You stupid fucking asshole,” Junho snarls, his breath hot against Wooyoung’s face. “I had it all planned out perfectly, and you had to go and fuck everything up.”
“Get away from me,” Wooyoung grits out, trying to shove Junho off him, but the other won’t budge. “Seriously, I’ll-”
“You’ll what?” Junho asks mockingly, his thumb pressing harshly against Wooyoung’s lower lip. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to do this.”
He closes his eyes to lean in for another kiss, but Wooyoung twists his face away, desperately trying to use all his strength to get out of Junho’s grip. “How did you even know me before we spoke?” he manages to ask, thinking quickly. Clearly, he can’t get out of this using physical strength, but all he has to do is keep Junho distracted until someone, maybe San, notices that he’s gone from the party...
Junho lets out a soft laugh, his face relaxing slightly and his scent clouding with more arousal. Wooyoung feels sick. “I noticed you immediately in class, you were so fucking cute in your oversized sweater, couldn’t stop thinking about breeding y-”
Okay, fuck the first plan. Wooyoung can’t handle another second of this.
Relying purely on his instincts, he stomps on Junho’s foot; in combination with the temporary distraction of recounting his memory, Junho’s grip loosens for a second as he grunts with pain and Wooyoung is able to slide out of his grip, stumbling to the other side of the street.
For a moment, Junho looks livid; but then he starts laughing, doubling over as he cackles. “You’re so fucking feisty. I love it.”
“You’re disgusting.” Wooyoung snaps, backing away slowly. He’s ready to make a run for it, but he doesn’t want to prompt Junho to chase him. Wooyoung is a pretty good sprinter, but he’d have to run past Junho to get back to the party.
“And I didn’t even get to the best part,” Junho’s eyes are lit up with an unhinged glee, losing all semblance of rationality. “I hid your suppressants.”
Wooyoung freezes, insides locking up in horror. “What?” he breathes.
Junho nods, then starts laughing again. “I told you: it was perfectly planned. I followed you home, once, and saw you hiding an extra key under the mat. So, when the apartment was empty the next day, I snuck in and stole your box of suppressants.”
Wooyoung wants to kick himself, revulsion filling him at the thought of Junho invading his privacy like that. San had always warned him that hiding keys outside was dangerous, but he’d kept losing his own set and wanted easy access.
“And then I just had to wait for your heat to kick in and make sure I was in the vicinity,” Junho continues. “I was so sure that you’d call me for help – an omega in heat needs an alpha.”
Wooyoung’s head is spinning, unable to take in this new information. “That is so incredibly fucked up,” he whispers, struggling to form words.
If San hadn’t been there to help him, would he have called Junho? He wishes he could say no, but he’s not sure. He can still clearly remember how intensely his body had craved the presence of an alpha, and if San hadn’t been there, he might have resorted to asking Junho for help.
Junho seems to be thinking along the same lines. “And if idiot Choi San hadn’t interfered, everything would have been perfect.” He suddenly pauses, staring at Wooyoung. “I didn’t just want to spend your heat with you, Wooyoung. That’s why what I did is alright. I had full intentions of dating you, properly, of taking care of you during and after your heat, and being the best boyfriend.”
“Nothing about what you did is alright, and the sight of you makes me sick,” Wooyoung manages to say, backing away again. He grabs his phone from his back pocket, needing to call San right now. But then Junho lunges towards him again, knocking his phone to the floor.
Wooyoung punches him in the face.
Junho reels back, stunned, clutching his bleeding nose. “What the hell,” he says. There’s a distant rumbling sound of thunder, and then everything becomes even more nightmarish as rain starts speckling down.
“Why did you do that?” Junho looks shocked, and the part of Wooyoung that isn’t shell-shocked by the events that just occurred takes pleasure in noting that he doesn’t step closer this time.
“Listen here,” he says, leaning down to pick his phone up off the floor without taking his eyes off Junho. “If you leave me alone from now on, let me go back to the party and never speak to me or my friends again, then I’m willing to forget any of this happened. Otherwise, I’ll report you to the police and get your ass arrested for breaking and entering.”
Junho pauses for a long moment, then he says, “I can’t do that. You don’t understand, Wooyoung, we need to be together.”
The rain has started pouring more heavily, gradually drenching Wooyoung’s clothes and hair. “You crazy motherfucker.”
“You need someone like me, a real alpha, who would know how to treat you right, not the pathetic excuse of an alpha that Choi San is,” Junho says, wiping the dripping blood from his nose as it mixes with the rainwater.
And, for some reason, the insult against San is what makes Wooyoung the most angry, unable to help himself as he shoves Junho hard, the other stumbling with the force of it. “You never speak about San again.”
“It’s true-” Junho says, but his words are cut off as Wooyoung pushes him again, hot with rage.
“Seriously, shut the fuck up.”
“Stop trying to fight me,” Junho says, panting, “or you’ll give me no choice but to hit you back.”
“I’d like to see you try,” Wooyoung grits, and Junho apparently takes that as an invitation to try and hit him in the face, which Wooyoung easily dodges.
They stare at each other for a moment, breathing heavily, the torrential downpour making Wooyoung’s clothes stick to his body uncomfortably.
Junho lunges first, and Wooyoung dodges again, getting a successful punch in when Junho is close enough before darting back. He’s wondering how he can best escape back to the party, needs to make sure Junho is rotated to the other side…
Before he’s able to successfully execute his plan, his foot slips in the mud and he stumbles, losing his balance momentarily. But the hesitation is enough for Junho to have enough time to ram against him, Wooyoung’s feet unable to find stable footing in the mud as he stumbles to the floor, hands catching his fall in the sticky mud.
Junho gives him a second violent push, and Wooyoung’s face hits the floor as sharp pain zips through him, blurring his vision. He can feel the blood dripping from his forehead, mixing with the wetness of the rain. Junho steps towards him and Wooyoung curls into a ball, the muddy floor cold against his body. He braces himself for the other to attack him, but then Junho is being shoved away, falling away to the side.
It’s San.
Wooyoung’s heart lights up at the sight of his best friend, and he staggers to his feet, wiping blood on his hand and spitting dirt onto the floor.
“You insane fucker,” San growls out, and Wooyoung has never seen him this livid before, the anger practically radiating off him in waves. His scent is dark and filled with rage, and Wooyoung feels so relieved by his presence that he could cry.
San has Junho on the floor within seconds, his black-belt in taekwondo coming in useful as he immediately forces him down onto the muddy pavement, getting mud all over his own clothes too in the process.
“If I ever see you try and speak to Wooyoung again,” San snarls, eyes flashing with anger. “If you even look in his direction, I’m gonna make you regret the day you were born. And you can bet your ass I’m gonna report you to the university board, the police, the fucking federal government-”
“You know what, San,” Junho says, wiping his nose again as more blood spurts out. “Even now you’re doing everything for him, and you’re still not worth the dirt on Wooyoung’s shoe. But even if he doesn’t love me, I can still live in peace knowing that you don’t stand a chance, either.”
Wooyoung is practically shaking with rage. “You don’t know anything about how I feel towards San.”
“I know you’re not in love with him,”
“I am.”
San freezes next to him, and the words slipped out without Wooyoung giving them permission, the adrenaline from the fight and the need to tell Junho how wrong he is overriding any rational thought.
And, for the first time all evening, Junho looks genuinely confused. “What?”
Wooyoung’s already in too deep to back out, heart pounding so loudly in his chest he can hardly hear himself speak. “I’m in love with him, you fucking idiot, and even if I wasn’t, I’d rather die than be with you.”
He can feel San staring at him, and this whole situation is a complete and utter fucking nightmare. But Junho wordlessly stands up off the floor, seeming to finally understand that he never stood a chance.
“You’re… in love with San,” he repeats slowly, almost to himself, trying to process this.
“Yes, and I have been for years,” Wooyoung snaps, breathing heavily. “Now leave, and expect a restraining order to be waiting for you on your doorstep tomorrow morning.”
And finally, finally, Junho turns to walk off, with a last enraged look at San. “You don’t deserve him, and never will,” he spits. “Watch your back.”
They stand in silence, panting, the silence of the alleyway overpowering aside from the cold rain still pattering around them.
San stares at Wooyoung, his gorgeous best friend that he’s been pining after for years, who is apparently in love with him too. And has been for years. He has no idea what to do with that information, heart pounding in his chest.
“Wooyoung,” San says, at a loss for words.
Wooyoung looks like he wants to cry as he starts rambling apologetically. “I’m sorry. I’m so- I fucked this all up. I had a whole plan of how I was going to confess to you, it was supposed to be perfect, but this is just… the opposite of perfect, and-”
“It’s okay-” San tries to say.
“No, it’s not, I shouldn’t have just sprung that on you so suddenly, especially in the middle of such a tense situation, and I probably ruined our friendship forever-”
“I love you,” San interrupts, and his heart lurches as he can see Wooyoung register the words. “Fucking hell, it feels so good to finally say it.”
“You… love me?” Wooyoung asks, a flicker of hope in his eyes.
The rain keeps pouring around them, both of them completely drenched to the bone and covered in mud, with the sight of Wooyoung’s face and arm dripping blood making San’s heart ache.
“I’ve been in love with you for… I don’t even know. Since the day we met, probably, it just took me a while to realise it,” San continues, completely sincere. “It’s been hell having to keep it a secret. And mostly failing to do so, judging by how many people have caught on.”
Wooyoung breathes out a laugh, disbelieving. “What about during my heat? You- you didn’t want to have sex with me.”
San shakes his head, in disbelief that he could even think that for a second. “I wanted to have sex with you so badly I still don’t know how I survived without it. I just knew you weren’t able to fully consent in that state, and I didn’t want to take advantage of you, especially given the fact that I had, you know… pre-existing feelings for you.”
“You love me,” Wooyoung repeats. “And I love you.”
Wooyoung’s face, wet with rain and mud and blood, is glowing with happiness and San’s heart hurts with how beautiful he is.
He thinks he might be tearing up, which is incredibly embarrassing despite the sincerity of Wooyoung’s confession, and he hopes it’s hidden by the pouring rain. “I do indeed love you,” San says softly, letting the relief of finally being able to say those words wash over him after all the horrific events of the night.
“Maybe our friends are right about how oblivious we’ve been,” Wooyoung says with a quiet laugh, stepping towards San and taking one of his hands.
Now that he’s closer, San can see the cut along Wooyoung’s cheek more clearly, blood dripping down his cheek and mixing with the rainwater that has drenched them both. He runs a gentle finger along Wooyoung’s skin, wiping away the blood. “I hate that asshole so much.”
“Forget about him,” Wooyoung mumbles, and then hesitates. “I want to kiss you right now, but this still isn’t the perfect setting I had envisioned.”
San’s gaze dips to Wooyoung’s mouth, and back to his eyes. “Fuck, I wanna kiss you so badly, but are you sure you’re okay after everything that happened tonight?”
Without replying, Wooyoung leans forward and catches San’s lips against his, in a surprisingly chaste kiss.
“Yeah, ‘m feeling good now,” he mumbles against San’s lips. “And maybe this moment is perfect, after all.”
The softness of the kiss only lasts a couple of seconds, but then San grips him a little harder, and Wooyoung lets out a soft moan in response, and something in San’s self-control snaps, licking into Wooyoung’s mouth hungrily.
“Fuck, let's get out of here, because I really don’t want to risk that asshole coming back,” Wooyoung mumbles, and San pulls away immediately.
“Yeah, agreed. Let’s get out of here.”
The rain just keeps pouring down, hammering against the windows of the car as San drives them back to the apartment. Both of them are getting mud and water all over the car seats and have already resolved to clean it tomorrow, too distracted to worry about it right now.
Wooyoung shoots Yeonjun a brief text explaining the situation, along with a request to cover for them and pretend that they were still somewhere at the party in case Yunho came looking for them; he knows that Yunho will forgive them for leaving once he explains everything, but he’d rather not do that just yet, especially because he’s sure Yunho is having a blast at his party.
On the drive home, San describes how he’d noticed Wooyoung leave the party with Junho, and his growing concern when the other had been gone for a while, which had caused him to check outside and interfere with their fight just in time. Wooyoung, in turn, explains the full confrontation with Junho, including how the other had stolen his suppressants, and San is so angry that Wooyoung is barely able to persuade him that the most effective way of resolving the situation is by reporting Junho to the authorities.
He’s only able to prevent San from driving back to hunt down Junho by giving him a meaningful look accompanied with, “But I really, really wanna go home right now.”
Because, truthfully, he feels so safe now that he’s alone with San that the whole confrontation seems with Junho feels like a distant memory, even though he’s sure he’ll have to unpack all of the evening’s revelations at some point. But, for now, he’s distracted by the veins along San’s arms as he grips the steering wheel, his shirt sticking to his skin and emphasising his firm muscles.
He’s can pinpoint the moment San picks up on the gradual shift in his scent towards arousal, noticing the way his nostrils flare as he grips the wheel a little tighter, his own scent darkening with lust in response.
“Stop it,” San mumbles, ears reddening.
“I can’t help that you look sexy right now,” Wooyoung replies teasingly, enjoying the way San blushes more deeply.
Luckily, it’s late enough that they don’t run into anyone as they stumble out of the car and through the apartment building, because Wooyoung is sure their dishevelled, muddy appearances would draw some weird looks. The walk to their apartment and the length of time it takes for Wooyoung to unlock the door seems to take forever, both of their bodies thrumming with impatience.
As soon as the door clicks shut, a silence overtakes the apartment as they stare at each other, both suddenly hesitant to make the first move.
“Fuck it,” Wooyoung says, and then he’s kissing San, the other immediately returning the kiss deeply, an insatiable greed to the way San licks into his mouth and sucks on his tongue until the only thing Wooyoung can taste is San. He can feel a hint of teeth and his knees nearly give out, hands darting out to grip San’s shoulders to catch himself and San presses him more tightly against his hard body.
Then San pulling back, momentarily breaking their kiss, both of them breathing heavily as San gestures to Wooyoung’s wound. “Do you want me to get a band aid? Maybe we should shower first-”
He’s probably right, both of them still covered in rainwater, mud, sweat and a small amount of blood, but Wooyoung can’t think beyond the haze of desire clouding his mind and the need to be as close as possible to San, as soon as possible.
“No,” he mumbles, tightening his hold on San and pulling him back into another heated kiss. “Want you so bad.”
He notices the immediate spike in San’s scent, the effect his words have on him obvious from the groan he lets out. “Are you sure? It’s been an intense evening, maybe we should wait until-”
“I’ve waited long enough.” Wooyoung wraps himself closer against San and feels along the hard planes of muscle, dizzyingly firm. “Want you to fuck me,” he says plainly, like the aroused pheromones his body won’t stop emitting aren’t already making that obvious.
“Fuck, okay - your bed or mine?” Despite the intensity of their previous kisses, San seems almost shy now, like he’s still not sure this is happening, his skin all flushed.
“Yours. I want to be covered in your scent. I need-” Before Wooyoung can finish whatever he’d been about to say, San is grabbing him with a soft groan, arms flexing as he manoeuvres Wooyoung’s body through the apartment.
They stumble into San’s room, knocking a book off the table as they pass and leaving damp footprints all over the carpet. San keeps kissing him like he can’t get enough, both of them tumbling onto the bed, San pushing him back on the mattress. Wooyoung groans at the way San manhandles him, his muscles hard against Wooyoung’s body.
“Your sheets are gonna be so dirty,” Wooyoung gets out between kisses, laughing breathlessly as San mouths along his neck and finds a particularly sensitive spot that sends shivers down his spine.
“I don’t care,” San says, and Wooyoung feels dizzy from how hot this is and how fucking good everything feels, how delirious San gets him.
The white sheets are already partially crusted with mud from their clothes and bodies, and the image of San’s ruined sheets is sexier than Wooyoung wants to admit, the dirt and blood satisfying some deep, primal instinct.
Wooyoung knows he's letting out little panting sounds, but his head is fuzzy, everything focused on the feeling of San against him, hard and hot, his mouth stuck to Wooyoung’s skin like he can't bring himself to pull away.
They manage to peel off some of their wet clothes haphazardly between kisses, goosebumps tingling along Wooyoung’s skin as San gets his shirt off. It’s a struggle to remove Wooyoung’s tight jeans, the rainwater gluing the material to his skin.
“Fucking hell, it’s stuck,” San sounds so frustrated, like the existence of the article of clothing is a personal offence to him, and Wooyoung can’t help but start giggling.
“Hold on,” he says, pulling away from San and laughing at the upset look on the others’ face. “It’s just gonna take a second, you big baby.”
It takes more than a second to finally get the muddy jeans off, and the process requires Wooyoung to contort his body in all kinds of ridiculous ways; he can’t help but think how awkward he might be feeling if he were here with anyone except San. But instead it’s just funny, both of them laughing breathlessly and cheering when the jeans are finally removed and fall to the floor with a wet thud.
And he could only experience this with San, Wooyoung thinks, the way the atmosphere goes from light-hearted to steaming hot within seconds as they start kissing again, San’s tongue licking filthily into his mouth.
“Mmh, your turn,” Wooyoung says, referring to San’s jeans, which are still on.
San hums in reply, instead leaning back to peel Wooyoung’s underwear off, which is embarrassingly wet with slick already, the strong scent filling the room instantaneously. The sound San makes has Wooyoung clenching around nothing, more of his slick leaking onto the sheets as his body registers the aroused wave of pheromones San’s body produces in response.
He feels drunk on San’s scent, finally allowing his body to respond to it in the way he’s been craving when he grinds up against San’s body, whimpering softly at the sparks that shoot through his body. The wet, stiff material of San’s jeans against his naked body has his head spinning, cock aching as he ruts against San helplessly. He can feel San’s hard cock through his jeans and he wants it inside him; there are desperate sounds spilling from both of their throats, their loud gasps and harsh breaths filling the room.
Heat pools in Wooyoung’s groin when San’s hand fists into his hair, holding him firmly in place. He shudders and says weakly, “Fuck, that feels good.”
The hand in his hair tightens while San’s other hand drags down until he’s digging his fingers into Wooyoung’s bare ass and Wooyoung lets out the most humiliatingly loud moan, pushing into San’s touch.
Wooyoung can feel slick dampening his inner thighs, leaking all over the place, onto San’s jeans and the all over the sheets, making a mess. His face is already burning, but it prickles with further heat when San’s fingers dip between his ass cheeks, feeling how wet he is.
“Don’t be too flattered,” Wooyoung mutters, because San is looking a little too proud of himself. “I’m pretty sure it’s just because my suppressants haven’t fully regulated yet, I don’t usually get this- wet.”
It feels dirty, to say it like that, but San just lets out a soft noise in reply, fingers trailing through the mess unhurriedly. “Keep telling yourself that,” he says, a pleased smile forming on his lips.
Wooyoung can’t let San have the upper hand just yet, not when his body is already reacting in such a spectacularly submissive way. “Okay, alpha,” he says teasingly, and San goes tense. “Hm, you like that? Me calling you alpha?”
San doesn’t reply, a deep blush evident on his cheeks, and Wooyoung gives him a sly smirk.
“Is my alpha gonna make me feel good?” Wooyoung’s kind of joking, but it rolls off the tongue easier than he’d expected, and the way San’s scent spikes at the words makes him a little dizzy.
“Don’t say those things, you have no idea what it does to me,” San sounds almost pained, his pupils dilated as he gazes at Wooyoung.
“But I need you so bad, please, alpha-” Wooyoung’s words are cut off when San kisses him roughly, his touch possessive and blazing hot.
Their sweaty skin presses against each other and it’s all too good, San’s delicious scent washing over Wooyoung like a wave and leaving him entirely bare. San leans down, capturing one of Wooyoung’s nipples in his mouth and licking over it with the flat of his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. He teases the bud between his teeth, scraping lightly in a way that has Wooyoung’s head spinning.
“Wanna scent you,” San mumbles, hot mouth travelling upward as he leaves a trail of bites and kisses along Wooyoung’s skin until he reaches his neck, nose rubbing along his collarbones. “Fuck, you smell so good.”
“Do it,” Wooyoung replies, voice breaking slightly.
San nuzzles into him, his touch gentle, almost reverent. He licks along Wooyoung’s neck, sucking marks into the skin and leaving small bites. The longer he scents him, the more worked up he seems to get, the smell of both of their pheromones making the air thick with arousal, which just has Wooyoung burning hotter and hotter.
“Hurry up,” Wooyoung mumbles, cock aching with the need for more friction. “Do something.”
“I’ve waited so long for this,” San murmurs, pupils blown wide when he draws back to look Wooyoung in the eye. “I wanna take my time with it.”
Despite the arousal spiking through him at the words, Wooyoung grumbles, “I hate you.”
San merely hums, sucking another mark into his skin. “I love you,” he says simply, leaning down to brush his lips along Wooyoung’s sweaty skin again, and the words are so honest and sweet that Wooyoung feels oddly emotional.
San draws back to stare at his naked body in full, muscles flexing as he pushes Wooyoung’s thighs apart easily, Wooyoung grabs the already-ruined sheets with a helpless moan at how easily San is able to shove him around when he wants to, and the implications of that. He can feel the way his hole starts fluttering, wet with slick, and San’s just looking at it, eyes filled with an admiration that makes Wooyoung want to hide his face in the mattress.
“So fucking gorgeous,” San murmurs, raw sincerity in his voice that has Wooyoung blushing down to his toes.
It’s not enough and he’s impatient; he needs more, he needs San’s fingers pushed inside, inside to where he’s aching and empty.
“Please,” he whispers again, more desperate this time, thinking that he might die from arousal if San doesn’t hurry the fuck up.
But San’s self-control remains impeccable as always: his eyes are dark and his desire is evident on his face, in the scent of his pheromones and the tenseness of his shoulders, but he takes his time slipping his fingers inside Wooyoung, watching him carefully for his responses as he curls his fingers against his inner walls.
Wooyoung’s breath stutters out of him, brain going blank as pleasure short-circuits through him.
“That better?” San asks, having the audacity to give him a cheeky smile as Wooyoung gasps out a pathetic moan.
They’ve barely started but Wooyoung already feels like coming, especially when San removes his fingers again and slowly takes them to into his own mouth, sucking the slick and swallowing it, eyes locked with Wooyoung’s. It’s fucking filthy, and Wooyoung’s head is spinning with the image permanently engraved in his mind as he lets out a choked moan.
San seems completely attuned to his body, fingers back inside and angled perfectly so that they hit Wooyoung’s prostate on every stroke until he’s reduced to near incoherency, cock leaking. The obscene squelch of San’s fingers fucking into him has filled the room and San gives a low growl, leaning forward so he can watch Wooyoung’s face.
“San, that feels incredible, fuck-” Wooyoung’s back arches off the damp sheets when San slows his fingers to rub against that perfect spot, toes curling and clutching desperately at San’s shoulders as he struggles to keep his eyes open.
He knows he’s leaking slick, probably staining the sheets underneath him, and he keeps making these awful little needy sounds, but the look on San’s face is so mesmerized that he can’t even worry about any of that and he’s hit with the realisation that having sex has never felt this intense before.
He can feel San’s lips brushing over the jut of his hip bone, sucking the skin into his mouth until a red mark has formed. Wooyoung wonders how many marks he’s been littered with, a dark satisfaction burning through his blood at the knowledge that San wants to mark Wooyoung as his.
San shifts lower to kiss a bruise into Wooyoung’s sensitive thigh, his fingers never ceasing their ministrations. “Mmh, you smell so fucking good,” San mumbles, licking along the skin until he’s dangerously close to Wooyoung’s cock, which is leaking continuously against his stomach. “Wanna eat you out.”
Wooyoung thinks his soul might leave his body, ascending to a higher plane of existence. “Yes, please,” he manages to say, his entire body jerking with how fucking incredible it feels when San’s tongue presses directly against his entrance.
Waves of pleasure tear along his spine, gripping the sheets tightly as San’s tongue pushes easily inside him, the image of debauchery in front of him paired with the overwhelming sensations proving too much for his brain to handle.
San seems to know exactly how to drive him insane, licking inside a few times before sucking harshly on his rim. Coherent sentences are beyond Wooyoung at this point, only able to form garbled moans of, “yes, so good, fuck, San-”
He feels like he losing his mind, everything burning hot and his body completely attuned to what San is doing. Wet sounds fill the roam along with his loud moans as San continues licking more deeply, tasting him. He can’t think like this, it’s too much, every nerve in his body has been lit on fire.
Wooyoung whimpers when a particularly strong jolt of pleasure rips through him, struggling to breathe as he gasps out, “Wait, I’m gonna come, shit, I’m so close, wanna come with you,”
San locks eyes with him, pulling back slightly as his mouth quirks into a challenging smile. “What, you thought I’m not gonna make you come more than once tonight?”
To say Wooyoung is into the hints of dominance San has displayed tonight would be an understatement. He’s teetering on the precipice, skin feverishly hot, and the words alone are almost enough to push him over.
But then San pushes two fingers into his hole along with his tongue, locating his prostate with ease and Wooyoung lets out a sob as his orgasm washes through him in waves, the pleasure never-ending as San draws it out longer with his fingers and tongue.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” San says, voice deep and gritty with lust. “Could watch you like this forever.”
Despite the fact that he’s just come, lust is still tingling through Wooyoung’s body and he already wants more. San’s mouth is pink and wet, and when he moves to kiss Wooyoung, he can taste himself, cock twitching with the depravity of it all.
Wooyoung is suddenly overcome with the urge to mark San up, to let everyone know that San belongs to him just as much as he belongs to San. Still breathing heavily, he leans up to bury his face in San’s neck, breathing deeply as he scents the other and starts kissing and sucking, leaving little marks along the hot, sweaty skin. San makes a surprised noise that turns into a soft groan, grinding down in a way that seems unintentional and makes Wooyoung’s toes curl with oversensitivity.
“Mmh, having fun?” San asks when Wooyoung leaves a particularly bruising mark near his collarbone, although his voice betrays how turned on he really is.
“Absolutely,” Wooyoung replies, biting down on San’s skin and enjoying the choked sound it draws out of him, San’s scent getting impossibly darker.
San’s pheromones are definitely affecting him more than he’d anticipated; It feels like he’s in heat again, a similar desperation to be filled, except this time he knows it’s just because of how out of his mind he is with desire for San, so close to finally getting what he’s been waiting for all this time.
“Want you to fuck me,” he says, struggling to unbutton San’s jeans with shaking fingers. “Right now.”
“Are you sure?” San asks, still so frustratingly slow with how he brushes Wooyoung’s sweaty hair out of his face and presses a gentle kiss to his temple where Wooyoung can still feel the sting of his injury. “You’ve had an intense evening, maybe we should wait-”
“If you don’t fuck me, I’m gonna kill you,” Wooyoung says deadpan, folding his arms in frustration when San still doesn’t budge to help with his pants. “I’m breaking up with you before we’ve even defined what we are-”
“Okay, okay,” San interrupts hastily, unzipping his jeans and quickly pulling them off, only in his black boxers, the outline of his thick cock making Wooyoung’s mouth water, his own cock almost fully hard again already. “You’re really sure?”
Because it was so fun to tease San earlier, Wooyoung deliberately spreads his legs enticingly. “Please, alpha, I need your cock,” he says, gazing at San with the most sinful look he can muster while biting down on his lower lip
“You’re not funny,” San says, clearly struggling to keep his own body in check as his hands clench and unclench.
“Give it to me, please, I need your big cock,” Wooyoung continues, on a roll with dirtier bedroom talk than he’s ever engaged in before, but it’s worth it for the tortured expression on San’s face. “I need you to fuck me so hard I feel it for days, until I forget the name of any alpha except yours, until I’m ruined for anyone except you-”
“Jesus Christ, I’m- fuck. You’re so evil, I’m not gonna survive this,” San groans out, roughly grabbing Wooyoung’s thighs and jostling him into a more comfortable position.
And then San peels off his underwear, finally naked and Wooyoung wants to devour him, his mouth watering at the sight of San’s thick cock, drinking in the sight of his sweaty, muscular body littered with Wooyoung’s marks.
“Holy shit, you’re so fucking- hot,” he says, eyes roaming every inch of San’s bare skin, and now he’s starting to feel truly impatient, increasingly aware of the sensation of being empty. “Look so good like this, San, I want you so bad.”
“Yeah? Want my cock?” San asks, a hint of amusement seeping into his voice at the look on Wooyoung’s face, and Wooyoung thinks he might actually pass out from how badly he wants this.
“Please-” he moans out, and this time he can’t convincingly pretend he’s just teasing, a hint of genuine neediness seeping into his voice. “Yeah, I want it, I feel so empty, need you to fill me up,”
“Mm, I like when you beg for it,” San says, clearly enjoying the way Wooyoung is getting increasingly desperate and teasing him for it, although there’s a certain roughness to his voice that makes Wooyoung shiver. Then, frustratingly, he pauses again and asks, “You’re really sure about this?”
“San, I swear if your cock isn’t in my ass within the next three seconds, I’m never gonna talk to you again,”
“Your mouth is fucking filthy,” San mumbles, but Wooyoung can tell that he’s into it. “Okay, alright, fine.”
San moves to align his hips with Wooyoung’s, unable to hide his own impatience, and then San finally enters him, pushing in slowly as they both tremble with the overwhelming sensations and emotions.
Wooyoung’s entire body is throbbing as he stretches easily to accommodate San’s length, his limbs shaking with lust and anticipation, pushed too far to the edge to even think properly, and it’s still not enough. It’s not enough.
“Fuck, fuck- fuck, Wooyoung, you’re so… you’re so fucking, fuck,” San can’t seem to find the right words, his pupils completely blown, lips swollen and his skin shining with sweat. He looks as debauched as Wooyoung feels and they haven’t even started properly fucking yet. “I’m so lucky, you’re- fuck, you feel so good.”
“Feels perfect,” Wooyoung gasps out, voice shaking. “So fucking good, so thick, mmh- want- want more, move, please, I need to feel you.”
Wooyoung is used to listening to sex songs while fucking, but he realises belatedly that they didn’t put any music on, and that above the rushing of his own heartbeat and San’s heavy breathing in his ears, the only sounds filling the room is the lewd slapping of skin, squelch of slick, and their heavy pants and soft moaning. It’s so nasty and yet sexy, making everything even more intense and overwhelming than anything Wooyoung has ever experienced.
“You’re so fucking tight, feel so good around my cock, you’re taking me so well,” San grits out, slowing his movements to bury himself deep inside and roll his hips deliberately, grinding against Wooyoung’s prostate. He leans forward, his hard muscles pressing down against Wooyoung, skin hot and sticky.
But Wooyoung can tell that San is still holding part of himself back, his pace slow and steady in a way that has nice little bursts of pleasure sparking through him but is nowhere near what he needs, which is for San to fucking destroy him.
Wooyoung can breathe in San’s sharp arousal, knows he wants more too and is probably holding back for Wooyoung’s sake, even though that’s the opposite of what he wants.
“Come on,” Wooyoung grits out, “give it to me harder, stop being such a fucking coward, you can do better than this-”
“Shut up,” San grunts, but his grip on Wooyoung’s hips tightens as he shifts, snaping his hips forward faster and harder as he angles his thrusts to reach as deep as physically possible.
“Yeah? Make me, before I find another alpha to fuck me better,” Wooyoung barely knows what he’s saying; the only coherent thought he can formulate is that he needs San to fuck him properly.
San lets out a displeased growl at that, even though the words seem to do the trick as San lifts Wooyoung’s hips to further increase the speed at which he fucks into him.
“No. You’re mine,” he snarls, leaning down to leave even more bruising marks along the skin and on his collarbone and anywhere else he can reach while he relentlessly pounds his cock in and out of Wooyoung’s tight heat, never missing a beat of the brutal pace he’s set. “Say it, Wooyoung, tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” Wooyoung chokes out, voice cracking on a loud moan, the hard thrusts knocking the air out of his lungs. “I- I didn’t mean it. Don’t want anyone else, just want you, only you.”
“Yeah, that’s right. Only me.” San is staring down at him, eyes raking over Wooyoung with a look of possessiveness that is emphasised by the harshness with which he’s pounding into him. “Fuck, you look so pretty, covered in my marks,” San says, breathing heavily. “I- fuck,” he can’t finish whatever he’d been about to say, letting out a helpless moan.
“Harder, please, don’t stop, need it harder,” Wooyoung gasps, too far gone to care about how needy he sounds, a desperately frustrated cry leaving his lips as he clenches down on San’s cock.
He must have pushed San beyond the teasing point, because San just lets out a strangled groan and now his thrusts are so brutally hard and perfect that all Wooyoung can do is moan pathetically, feeling hot and safe and so fucking good.
“You’re incredible, so fucking sexy, so perfect like this,” San says, every word punctuated with another harsh thrust, so deep that all Wooyoung can do is lie there and take it, his pleasure near blinding.
His fingertips are digging into San’s muscled back, dragging along the flesh so deeply he thinks he might be breaking the skin and leaving bloody scratch marks, but San is groaning loudly as he increases the force with which he’s fucking into Wooyoung, the seamless rhythm of quick thrusts and hard rolls of hips.
Wooyoung’s body is getting hotter and hotter with each second, the pressure in his lower stomach slowly becoming unbearable. “Please, San- wanna come,” he groans as his eyes slipped shut, the sensations overpowering him.
“I’ve got you,” San pants, and Wooyoung can tell that he’s close too by the sharpness of his scent.
San snaps his hips forward with enough strength to jostle Wooyoung further up the mattress, holding him tightly to prevent his head from hitting the wall. Wooyoung knows he’s leaking slick without pause, staining the sheets underneath him, and it’s so hot and wet and nasty and San just keeps nailing his prostate dead on with every single thrust.
Wooyoung can feel tears spill from his eyes, and he needs to find San, needs to touch him, to hold him. San’s fingers are trembling as he grips Wooyoung’s own hands, Wooyoung’s whole body tensing as the heat of his impending orgasm coils tighter and tighter.
“I love you,” Wooyoung whispers, voice cracking.
“Fuck, Wooyoung, I love you too,” San mumbles in reply, kissing him deeply as his thrusts slow slightly, their tongues intertwining.
“That- that didn’t mean you should slow down,” Wooyoung manages with a breathless laugh, vision blurry with tears. “Keep going, don’t you dare stop, I’m so close,”
“M’ close too,” San leans down, mouth still pressed to Wooyoung’s, tongue licking in as he increases the pace of his thrusts again. Wooyoung thinks he might still be crying a little through the kiss, at how good it is, and how everything is just so perfect.
It barely takes a moment before brought right back to the precipice, skin feverishly hot as pleasure floods through him, his nails digging into San’s shoulders as he bites down on San’s lower lip. Their brutal desire for each other is driving him insane, and yet he still wants more. Wants San to keep going, harder, faster, until Wooyoung can’t feel his body anymore.
“You’re so fucking sexy like this,” San groans, voice rough and broken. “So gorgeous, and all for me, all mine.”
“Yours,” Wooyoung whines, long and needy and embarrassing, the next words slipping out without his mind fully registering it, “alpha, please.”
The look of San’s face is absolutely carnal and Wooyoung’s toes curl as San sinks his teeth into the back of Wooyoung’s neck, slamming his hips into Wooyoung so hard he can feel the impact resonate along every single vertebrae of his arched spine.
San’s hot tongue licks over the bite, mouth sucking against the deep mark he’s left on Wooyoung’s skin. Wooyoung’s whole body is aching with the sensation, burning so hot he’s like alight with fire. San has sweat dripping down his cheeks and neck, cock grinding into Wooyoung’s tight heat.
It’s not a mating bite by any means, but the sheer idea of San mating him combined with the pleasure-pain of the bite is so overwhelmingly sexy that Wooyoung’s orgasm rocks through him, his body locking up tightly as his eyes roll into the back of his head.
He moans loudly as cum spurts out of him, white-hot pleasure ripping through him in waves, his whole body pulsing with it, toes curling, and just when he thinks he’s reached his most possible high, the feeling intensifies even more until it’s almost painful, hurting so good, a broken sob ripping from his throat.
“Inside…” Wooyoung is too far gone to even properly register what he’s saying. “Come inside- want it inside... Fill me up.”
San lets out an absolutely wrecked groan, and his grip on Wooyoung’s hip tightens as he buries himself deep one last time before coming deep inside Wooyoung; he feels the cum spilling into him, feels the way San’s cock pulses with it, marking him from the inside out. San’s hips twitch with the force of it, snapping against Wooyoung as he rides it out.
“San,” Wooyoung mumbles, voice trembling with oversensitivity when San gives a final roll of his hips before stilling, exhaling shakily as he slumps down onto his elbows, pulling Wooyoung into a tight, sweaty hug.
San makes a content sound that Wooyoung barely registers, too deliriously satisfied to be able to focus on anything but the pleasant little aftershocks of his orgasm.
"Fuck," Wooyoung breathes, dazed. His whole body feels like warm syrup, pressed down under San’s comfortable weight, and for a moment they just breathe together.
San’s fingertips run gently along Wooyoung’s neck and shoulders, brushing along the marks there, before he draws back slightly. San’s cheeks are flushed, eyes tender and lips swollen, his hair messy and debauched from sweat and remaining rainwater. He gazes down at Wooyoung like he still can't quite believe he's there.
“That was so good, what the fuck,” Wooyoung slurs, the room slowly coming back into focus. “Never been fucked so good before.”
“Mm, what was that you were saying about needing a different alpha?” San says, although he looks pleased at Wooyoung’s words.
Wooyoung gives a tired laugh, bringing his arms up around San and massaging the sweaty skin of his neck absentmindedly, San making pleased little sounds like a purring cat. “I took that back already.”
San peeks up at him, that cute shyness on his features again that makes Wooyoung feel absolutely enamoured with him, San’s small smile far too endearing considering what they’d just been doing. “So- you’re mine, then? And I’m yours?”
Wooyoung hesitates, and San’s face falls momentarily so he quickly says, “Well, I’d obviously have to ask my parents to approve any potential mate, but-”
“Oh my god,” San interrupts, looking embarrassed. “That’s not what I meant, sorry- although, maybe in the future- but I just meant, like, boyfriends, exclusive, whatever-”
Wooyoung can’t help but laugh breathlessly at San’s rambling explanation. “Yes, of course we’re exclusive, boyfriends, whatever you want,” Wooyoung says, and San lights up, happiness and relief evident on his features as he snuggles closer to Wooyoung.
“Okay, good,” he mumbles, burying his face against Wooyoung’s sweaty skin again.
“You’re very cuddly after sex,” Wooyoung observes as San continues nuzzling his nose along Wooyoung’s neck.
“I deserve it after the amount of work you made me do just now. I think I pulled a muscle in my back,” San says.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. You say that like you didn’t love every second of it. Besides, I’m the one who looks like I got mauled by a vampire,” Wooyoung says, gesturing at the assortment of bruises and marks decorating his body.
San makes a pleased noise, nipping gently at Wooyoung’s skin. “I like how it looks. Don’t point it out too much or I’ll get horny again, and I’m too tired for a second round right now.”
Wooyoung snorts, even though he’s getting sleepy, too. It’s definitely disgusting that they’re not showering after everything that happened this evening, but San’s comforting scent is all over him and he doesn’t think he’s ever been this content before.
“I can feel your cum dripping out of my ass,” he mumbles, and San gives a drowsy grunt of approval. “You owe me for letting you finish inside.”
“You literally asked me to,” San points out, although his voice muffled and it sounds like he’s already half-asleep. “Don’t worry, I’ll finger it out of you in the shower tomorrow morning.”
And that promise makes Wooyoung a little horny, but he’s also too tired to do anything except make a happy sound as he drifts off to sleep.
All of their friends have the exact same reaction when they tell them that they’re officially together: ‘fucking finally’, and then ‘Wooyoung, you need to buy a turtleneck because everyone is staring at you and I don’t want to be forced to think about the freaky shit you guys are getting up to’.
Well, except Yeonjun, who gives Wooyoung an approving high-five and asks for the gory details.
Even Wooyoung’s parents are overjoyed, and the telephone call where he breaks the news is one of the first conversations Wooyoung’s had with them recently where he comes out of it feeling genuinely happy.
Wooyoung ends up telling his doctor about getting together with San, firstly because he feels like she partially contributed to him realising his feelings, and secondly because he wants to ask for advice on mating bonds – even though it’s way too soon for that and he’d be insane to even consider it, so he’s just asking out of sheer curiosity, and nothing else. Obviously.
After they reported Junho to the university board and local police, they were successfully able to get him expelled as well as a restraining order placed on him, because the idiot was caught breaking into their apartment on CCTV. And, although the thought of him still being out there somewhere makes Wooyoung nervous, San is always there to reassure him and remind him that he would’ve been able to protect himself just fine had it not been for the slippery mud.
Wooyoung ends up getting a matching tattoo with San a couple of months later, on their thighs, and Yeonjun almost dies of laughter at how they’re ‘basically mated’ because a tattoo, after all, is permanent. But he quickly shuts up when Wooyoung starts telling him about how sexy the placement is when he’s sucking San off, or vice versa, a thoughtful look on Yeonjun’s face when he wonders if he should make a similar suggestion to Soobin.
And, most importantly, Wooyoung feels truly, genuinely content; like a missing piece of his life has fallen into place – his friendship with San is as strong as ever, both of them still each other’s main source of comfort and biggest supporter regardless of what life throws their way; San is still the one who is completely attuned to his sense of humour; the two of them continue having conversations that last hours without ever running out of anything to talk about.
But now they also have hot, mind-blowing sex every night (often more frequently than that) and can kiss and hold hands and cuddle and do all that corny couple shit that Wooyoung was never enthusiastic about until now. And he knows San feels the same, because that’s how well they know each other – he’s completely attuned to everything the other is feeling.
Which is honestly everything he could wish for right now.