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Seoul was already sweltering and Wooyoung was ready for it to be summer. His final exams were coming up and he could taste freedom in the air already. His best friends—Seo Changbin, Choi Yeonjun, and Choi San—had been talking about how this would be their “hot boy summer” all week too. So, of course, the first thing he did when he got home was pull out his bathing suit from the year prior and try it on.
Except it didn’t fit the way he wanted.
In fact, he was bulging out of it a little bit, and not in the good way.
Wooyoung felt himself heading to that dark mental place that he went when he was unhappy, especially about his body. It was something he’d always struggled with. Wooyoung could never quite pinpoint when he’d started feeling that way, but he knew it had everything to do with being an omega.
Despite being a little older and a little wiser, Wooyoung still couldn’t help being a little desperate to fit the ideal omega image. He wanted to be small, skinny, and a little more femme like society expected. Wooyoung thought he could achieve that. At least he had grown out of doing crazy things to fit in, though. Teenager Wooyoung had it rough.
So, instead of obsessing over everything that was wrong with him and taking it out on himself, he decided to be proactive and reach out to someone. His phone was in his hand in an instant and he texted San.
Wooyo
5:12 PM
Can I call you?
San
5:13 PM
Yea!
Wooyoung loved how fast San responded to him. He was so thankful to have someone so close to him that they were practically codependent (in the good way.) He hit the call button and San answered on the second ring.
“What’s up?” San asked.
“I want to lose weight.”
“Uh, okay? Where is this coming from?”
“I put on my bathing suit and I am not in the shape I need to be in for hot boy summer. You need to help me,” Wooyoung said.
San laughed. “Okay, okay. What do you want me to do?”
“Sannie, you know I need motivation. Motivate me.”
“Well, hey, how about you come train at the gym with me? We’re running a special right now for memberships and then you can sign up for a personal trainer. Then you’ll be accountable to someone.”
Wooyoung didn’t like the idea of the gym. Being sweaty and shiny were not his idea of fun or sexy. Sure, he liked sports, but going to the gym was a whole other matter. Besides, it was ninety-nine percent assured that alphas would hit on him the entire time—not that Wooyoung didn’t like the attention, but there was only so much time you could spend flirting than working out. Besides, all of the gym guys he’d ever hooked up with were lousy lays.
But it was the only way San would be able to go with him. He could always ask Changbin, but Changbin would really work him and not cut him some slack and Wooyoung didn’t need that kind of support. He needed San’s gentle yet firm touch when it came to these kinds of things.
“I’ll think about it,” he said.
“Well, the offer stands. I’ll be at work tomorrow afternoon, so come by if you decide you want to do it.”
Wooyoung hesitated a moment, then said, “How good is the deal?”
“It’s awesome, Youngie. You don’t even know.”
Wooyoung giggled, then said goodbye and hung up. He changed back into his normal clothes and went to make himself some dinner. If he wanted to be hot boy summer ready within the next month or so, he would need to be dedicated to his goal—working out and eating better. At least the eating better part would be easy, since he actually enjoyed cooking a lot.
Wooyoung was determined. No one was going to stop him from having his hot boy summer, certainly not himself.
The next day, he took the subway over to where San’s gym was in Yongsan. San had been working there for about a year by then, but Wooyoung had only gone to visit him maybe once or twice. Despite that, he was easily able to find it without needing to look up the directions.
Real Men Gym, it was called. The name was so over the top, but it was owned by Kim Jongguk, who was known for being a “real man,” the man of all men, which really was true in Wooyoung’s opinion. Wooyoung loved him—as a celebrity, he was hilarious and passionate and incredibly kind, and he was that way off camera as well. San always told stories about how awesome Jongguk was when he was at the gym and even personally trained all of the staff who worked there. It was a good gig from what Wooyoung understood.
He stepped inside and relished at the feel of the cool air blowing on him, the perfect escape from the humidity of outside. Wooyoung pushed his black hair back and headed for the front desk.
San was there, dressed in the sleeveless skin tight employee shirt, nametag emblazoned on his chest. He grinned at Wooyoung, looking every bit like a cat happy to see someone come home.
“Wooyoung!” he greeted.
Wooyoung bounded over to the counter and leaned his elbows onto it. “Hi, Sannie.”
“You’re here, so I’m assuming you want to hear all about my wonderful deal.”
“I might be listening, but maybe I just want a free water bottle.”
San rolled his eyes but grabbed a water bottle from the fridge behind him.
“So, right now, we’re offering a discounted enrollment fee for the first three months. It’ll only be ₩15,000 a month, instead of the usual ₩30,000!”
Wooyoung felt himself light up. That was a crazy good deal, especially for a gym like Real Men.
“You have access to the facility 24/7, plus free waters and massage chair usage, and access to our personal trainers for lessons, which means you and I can hang out and I get paid.”
San grinned. Wooyoung almost wanted to tell him no, that he had to train him outside of work, just to be a little bit of a butt, but he held his tongue.
“I guess I could go for that.”
San shook his hands in joy. “Yay!” He grabbed a tablet from nearby and opened up the enrollment page. “Just fill this in and I’ll get your card ready.”
Wooyoung took the tablet and started to fill in his information. After he finished and handed it back to San, he took a look around. The gym was pretty big, bigger than it looked from the outside, and they had a nice assortment of equipment, mostly weights, since local parks had a lot of free exercise equipment. Wooyoung knew he could have done all of it on his own for free, but having a coach would be better for him. He worked better when someone would hold him accountable.
“Okay, all done.”
Wooyoung handed over his card in exchange for his membership card and complimentary lanyard. San quickly made the transaction and handed it back.
“Welcome to Real Men Gym!”
Wooyoung and San had a session the next day, but Wooyoung quickly realized this was not going to work. San was too soft on him. More than once, they ended up tickling each other and laughing loudly. When Wooyoung whined about doing too many reps, San told him that it was okay and could stop. While San was a great supporter, he was too lenient and Wooyoung could tell he would easily lose sight of his goal if they continued on.
“Sannie, I love you, but I don’t think you can be my trainer,” Wooyoung said after they’d gotten out of the showers.
“Breaking up with me already? Harsh.”
Wooyoung stuck his tongue out and then pulled his shirt on. “I need to be serious about this. I want to have my hot boy summer too.”
“You are hot, Youngie.”
San pouted at him. Wooyoung held back from rolling his eyes.
“But imagine how hot I could be if I lost a little more.”
San shook his head, then sighed. “Fine, fine. I know you’re not going to stop until you’re satisfied.”
“I just have to come up with a new plan. Can you help me make a routine I could do at the park? They have all that equipment. It sucks that I won’t get to use the sweet discount, but…”
His beta best friend looked at him like he was stupid.
“What?”
“I’m not the only personal trainer here, you know. You can just train with someone else.”
Wooyoung felt very stupid then. That look had been warranted.
“Oh yeah.”
San laughed and poked Wooyoung on the tip of his nose. “You’re cute when you’re dumb.”
Wooyoung narrowed his eyes at him, then bit San’s finger, which made the beta yell. He flicked the omega, which made him let go.
“I’m telling Yeonjun you bit me.”
“What’s he gonna do about it?”
San laughed a bit and pulled his employee shirt on. “Anyway, we have some other trainers you could consider. I just have to find out who’s open to new clients.”
“Okay.”
They went out to the lobby and San dragged him over to where the schedules were.
“Hmm…it looks like only two of them are open,” he said, “One of them is…” San’s head turned and then he pointed. “Over there.”
Wooyoung spotted another man across the room. He was of average height and a baby face, but the amount of weight he was lifting was terrifying.
“That’s Choi Jongho. He’s younger than us. I’m not sure you’d survive training with him.”
Wooyoung didn’t trust someone that was younger than him. There was no easy way to act cute and get out of things that way. Besides, from the way Jongho was moving, he seemed very no nonsense.
“Yeah, no, next.”
San chuckled softly and looked around. It took him a few moments to spot whoever it was that he was looking for.
“Your only other option is Kang Yeosang. He’s over there on the treadmill.”
Wooyoung looked toward the treadmills.
And oh my god.
Oh my god, Kang Yeosang was hot. Like, jaw dropping hot. He stuck out a bit since he had bleached blond hair, but it worked for him. He seemed to be of average height from afar, but his body was to die for. He was wearing the same sleeveless skin tight shirt as San and his arms were sculpted in the most delicious of ways. Wooyoung could tell he was all slim, toned muscle from head to toe. His jaw was so sharp, it could cut a diamond. There was a splotch of red skin by his left eye, which was unusual and made him even more fascinating.
Wooyoung was already gone.
“Sign me up,” he said.
San laughed. “You don’t even want to meet him first?”
“Introduce me!”
Wooyoung whacked his best friend on the arm. San rolled his eyes and led Wooyoung over to the treadmills. Yeosang was running at a quick, even pace. He didn’t even look like he’d broken a sweat.
“Hey, Yeosang,” San called.
He waved his arms, which got Yeosang’s attention and he took out of his wireless earbuds.
“Hey, San. What’s up?”
Yeosang’s voice was a little deeper than Wooyoung expected. It was relaxing to the ear, gentle yet strong.
“My friend, Wooyoung, is in need of a personal trainer. He and I don’t work together that way, so I was wondering if you would take him on?”
Yeosang looked at Wooyoung then, like he’d just noticed he was there. “Oh, hello.”
Wooyoung took a little bit of offense to that. He was used to people noticing him immediately and would make sure this new guy would remember exactly who he was.
“Hi,” Wooyoung said, flirtatiousness slipping into his voice.
Yeosang slowed down his machine before he came to a stop and hopped down. He was just a little taller than Wooyoung.
“What are you looking to do exactly?” he asked.
“Mostly lose weight, but I want to do it the healthy way.”
Yeosang nodded. “What’s your availability like?”
“I have classes Monday through Thursday, but I’m available in the evenings and all day Friday to Sunday.”
“Flexible then, that’s good. Yeah, I can take you on for some sessions.”
Wooyoung could feel himself grinning. “Awesome.”
Yeosang drew his phone out of his pants pocket and offered it to the omega.
“Let’s exchange contact information and we can set up our first session.”
“Sounds great!”
Wooyoung grabbed his phone and quickly typed in his KaTalk I.D. He offered it back quickly. Yeosang smiled a little bit, where just a little bit of his teeth showed, and Wooyoung thought he looked really cute.
He was crushing way too hard on this trainer guy already. But what was new with Wooyoung, really? He was constantly crushing on most hot guys. He couldn’t help it. Wooyoung just really liked men.
“Text me,” he said playfully, adding in a little wink.
Yeosang just kind of looked at him, not reacting at all to Wooyoung’s advances, then turned toward San.
“I’m gonna go grab a quick shower. See you in a bit.”
“Thanks, Yeo!” San called as the other man walked toward the locker rooms. He turned to Wooyoung then. “Crisis averted. You still get to use the discount membership price and have a new personal trainer.”
“And he’s hot too,” Wooyoung said with a grin.
San snorted and ruffled Wooyoung’s hair. “Come on, pabo.”
Wooyoung followed with a little grin, feeling like he’d gotten an even better deal than before.
That night, Yeosang texted Wooyoung a little questionnaire about himself. It was a get to know him thing and figure out where he was, asking him how much he worked out and what sorts of sports he enjoyed. Wooyoung filled it out quickly, trying to be witty and charming. Yeosang was cute and Wooyoung wanted him to be wrapped around his finger.
He wondered if the other young man was an alpha or not. Second sex didn’t matter to Wooyoung in the long run—he would hook up with anyone if he was interested. But there was something about alphas.
But Yeosang only sent back a smiley face after Wooyoung had texted his answers.
They agreed to meet up on Saturday morning. Wooyoung did not want to go that early, but it was the only time Yeosang was available that weekend, so he agreed to it. He wore a cute tracksuit and headed to Real Men Gym.
San wasn’t there, so Wooyoung couldn’t say hello. He headed to one of the training rooms as Yeosang had asked him to. He spotted the blond man through the tinted windows and pulled open the door.
“Hi, Yeosang-ssi!” Wooyoung called.
He had found out from Yeosang’s KaTalk account that they were the same age, so he didn’t feel the pressure to be super formal with him. But he was still being careful, so he tacked on an honorific just in case.
“Morning, Wooyoung-ssi. Are you ready to work out?”
Yeosang was wearing a jacket over his trainer’s shirt, so Wooyoung could only see that it was black, and he had Adidas joggers on. His bangs were held off his face by a headband. It was a shame all of his muscles were covered up.
Wooyoung nodded and smiled. He took his jacket off and pushed his hair back from his face, purposefully curving his body to jut out his chest and butt.
“So, you didn’t tell me in your questionnaire what your goals are exactly,” Yeosang said.
“I want to have a hot boy summer!”
Wooyoung laughed and winked cutely, but Yeosang stared at him with a blank expression on his face.
“A what?” he finally said.
It was the first time someone hadn’t laughed at Wooyoung’s joke or didn’t understand what he meant. He felt embarrassed, his cheeks flushing, and put his arms at his sides.
“I want to slim down a bit so I look good in a bathing suit,” he said softly.
It was harder to admit his actual intentions than make a joke that people usually understood.
Yeosang smiled then, a really sweet, beautiful smile, that showed his teeth and had his eyes crease a little bit. Wooyoung felt himself flush even more.
“Okay. We can definitely do that. Weight lifting is actually the best way to lose weight, but we can work some cardio into it too,” Yeosang said then.
The omega nodded.
“Great. Let’s get started. I’d like you to do fifty pushups.”
Wooyoung blanched. “H-How many?”
“Fifty.”
The omega didn’t think he was serious. San had barely made him do ten on his first day.
“Isn’t fifty a bit much?” he said, trying to be playful, “Don’t you mean twenty-five or something?”
Yeosang’s face was completely blank as he turned to Wooyoung again. “No. I meant fifty. Get going.”
Wooyoung waited, testing Yeosang’s resolve, but the other man didn’t budge. His face remained beautifully impassive. With a whine, the omega got down and started to do pushups.
While he wasn’t in bad shape and was fairly good at sports, doing things like pushups, sit-ups, and all the other cardio workouts were pretty outside of Wooyoung’s field. His arms felt like jelly as he lowered himself down as much as he could and then back up.
“Straighten out your back,” Yeosang commanded.
Wooyoung huffed and repositioned himself, then started again. When he got to twenty-five, he dropped down onto the floor and whined loudly.
“This is too hard!”
“Don’t wimp out,” Yeosang said, almost harsh but not enough for Wooyoung to take offense, “You want this, don’t you? Then you have to work for it! You’re not paying me to baby you. Keep going.”
Wooyoung huffed and pushed himself back up. He hoped that the burn in his arms was something he would just get used to or maybe they could just go numb and that would let him move quicker without thought. But they didn’t. They burned like hell.
He finished the fifty, finally, after he didn’t know how long, and sat back to catch his breath. His dark hair was already matted to his forehead slightly.
“Good job. Let’s move onto a jab-cross-squat now.”
Wooyoung looked up at Yeosang like he was mad.
“You want me to keep going?”
“Yes?” Yeosang said like he was stupid. “Come on. Get up.”
The omega blew air out of his mouth as he forced himself up. His back was aching already a bit, and his arms felt like jelly but also like pins were being stuck into them. It was awful.
Yeosang showed him how to do the combination—a jab, then another with the opposite hand, a squat right after, and repeat. Yeosang’s ass was nice and tight looking through his pants. At least that gave Wooyoung some energy to try.
He moved slow through the combo, already feeling tired and winded. Was he that out of shape, he wondered.
“You don’t have to go super low for the squat,” Yeosang said. “Just a little bend is still beneficial.”
Wooyoung nodded. At least he didn’t have to horribly strain his knees. He squatted before starting over again.
“How many do I have to do?”
“I’ll tell you when. I actually tend to like doing high intensity interval training, so we go for a certain amount of time, then off for a few seconds, and then do it again. You’ll see.”
That sounded like a nightmare, Wooyoung thought. How could someone so hot be so brutal?
But Wooyoung kept going. There was something inside of him that was seeking Yeosang’s approval.
Wooyoung had to do sit-ups, medicine ball slams, kettle bell swings, and something Yeosang called man makers—it involved going all the way from laying on the floor to standing up and back again—before their session was done. At the end, Wooyoung was dripping with sweat, his cute tracksuit absolutely soaked and his hair matted against his forehead. He breathed hard while his heart beat in his chest at an alarming pace. He knew your heart rate went up when you worked out, but this was something else. It was almost scary, he thought.
Yeosang offered him a water bottle and patted him on the shoulder.
“Not bad for your first day. This was a short routine, but I figured I should ease you into it.”
Wooyoung wanted to scream at him that what they’d just done was not by any means an “easing in.” But instead he downed his water, feeling thirsty as hell after the last forty-five minutes.
“Do you only want to come once a week?” Yeosang asked, “I figured I would ask you how often you wanted to schedule after you had your first lesson.”
“Once a week is fine. I still have to study for finals and stuff…”
It was a partial lie. Wooyoung had more than enough free time to study and go to the gym, but after this session, he was rethinking. He didn’t know if he could survive Yeosang’s training regiments. Putting himself through that more than once a week sounded like an awful idea to Wooyoung.
“Okay. Do you want to stick with this timeslot then?”
“Yes, that’s fine,” Wooyoung said and wiped at his forehead with his sleeve.
The sleeve was just as wet as his forehead, so it only served to make him feel grosser. He grimaced.
“You can go hit the showers. I’ll see you next week, Wooyoung-ssi.”
Yeosang smiled at him and that temporarily made Wooyoung forget about how much pain he was in. He lumbered out of the room and to the showers then, where he stood under the spray until his arms really did feel numb. This was not what Wooyoung had been expecting, but he did not want to be a quitter.
By the time Wooyoung had gone home, he’d convinced himself that Yeosang had just done that because it was the first day. He had to make sure Wooyoung was serious about the training. He obviously didn’t want to waste his time helping someone who would flake out. That had to be it.
Wooyoung ignored how sore he felt for the next two days. He could do it. It was going to be fine.
Except it was not fine. Yeosang was brutal. Every Saturday session was more difficult than the last. Yeosang was pushing him and cutting him no slack. Whenever Wooyoung whined or complained that he couldn’t do it, Yeosang would add another five reps or more seconds to the time. It had taught the omega to shut up, but he was losing his will to show up. And Yeosang had the audacity to smile the entire time too.
The only comforting or motivating thing was that Yeosang smelled really good.
It had taken Wooyoung a couple of sessions to identify Yeosang as an alpha. He had such a quiet and calm demeanor that Wooyoung had trouble determining it at first. He wasn’t the type of alpha who paraded around like a meathead that made Wooyoung simultaneously roll his eyes and filled with the desire to seduce them, get them hooked, and then enjoy dumping their overly macho asses.
Yeosang smelled like summer—mostly saltwater, but there was a slight note of something that was like piña colada, a mix of coconut and pineapple. It was sweet and delectable, even through all of the sweat. It made Wooyoung wonder if his sweat tasted like that, which was one of the strangest thoughts he’d ever had about an alpha.
He had noticed it when Yeosang had him try a pike pushup. It required him to make a V with his body and to go up and down, which would make it so he would train his upper body and core. Wooyoung had tried a couple, but Yeosang didn’t seem pleased with the omega’s form so he’d asked if he could put his hands on him to correct him. Wooyoung didn’t mind being touched, so he had agreed.
He was surprised when he felt Yeosang pressed against him, his body solid and that scent flooding Wooyoung’s nostrils. It made Wooyoung’s arms buckle, but Yeosang wrapped his arm around his middle and kept him up, moving the omega’s limbs with gentle, but firm hands until he was in the perfect position. Yeosang let go of him and stepped to the side, folding himself down into the same form and showing Wooyoung how to do it again. Wooyoung did it, his arms shaking and still acutely aware of Yeosang’s scent, but then the alpha had praised him for what felt like the first time and Wooyoung felt elated.
But he still complained and whined about Yeosang to his friends, to the point where they had told him to shut up more than once. Wooyoung couldn’t help it, though. He was miserable. The only one who really listened was San, because he was a good best friend (which Wooyoung pointedly said to Yeonjun and Changbin many times, but they only rolled their eyes).
“You can always change trainers, you know,” San said from Wooyoung’s bed.
He had been over for a cuddle session before Yeonjun and Changbin arrived for their Friday pizza night. Wooyoung had been telling San all about how he was dreading going to his lesson the next day.
“But there’s only that Jongho kid and you said he’s younger than me and straight. I can’t work with a straight man,” Wooyoung said, “Yeosang’s probably straight too. That’s why he resists my charms.”
“He is not straight. I know for a fact.”
Wooyoung stopped digging around in his closet and looked back at San. His best friend was smirking a bit, his eyes upturned in some kind of joy.
“How do you know that?”
“He and I made out for four hours one time.”
Wooyoung felt his jaw drop. “Four hours?!”
San nodded with a triumphant grin. “It was around the time I started working at the gym. He was new too. After one of our training days, we went out and got chimaek. He got a little tipsy and asked if he could kiss me, so I said yes, because he’s hot, and then we made out for hours. He’s a really good kisser.”
That made Wooyoung’s brain short circuit. He didn’t know if it was because he liked the idea of two guys kissing (who didn’t?), the idea of San kissing, or the idea of Yeosang kissing. He didn’t blame San one bit for taking advantage of the opportunity, but he was a little jealous too. Maybe omegas weren’t Yeosang’s type?
“Did you go out or anything after?”
San let out a little “tch.” “No way. We just kissed that one time. We’re just friends. It’s okay to kiss your friends. You kiss me and the others all the time.”
“I know that, but I wanted to make sure you aren’t interested in him,” Wooyoung said with a frown.
He started to dig in his closet again, in search of a specific pair of shorts he’d randomly remembered he had the night before but unsure when he’d last seen them.
“Why? Are you interested in him?”
“Maybe.”
“You’re talking about how much you hate him, but you want to bone him?” San asked with an incredulous laugh, “Why am I even surprised? That is so you.”
Wooyoung threw some jeans at him. “Shut up.” He picked up another shirt and tossed it to the side. “Does he like omegas?”
“I dunno, Youngie. I never asked. I don’t think he cares too much, since he made out with me and I’m a beta.”
“Maybe he likes betas, though…”
“It would be easier to ask him than me. It’s not like I’m his best friend,” San said.
“Do you at least know if he’s single?” Wooyoung huffed.
“That I do know. He’s at the gym way too much to have a partner.”
That made Wooyoung snort, because it sounded exactly like Yeosang. He didn’t get those arms overnight.
They fell silent, Wooyoung intent to find the shorts he was in search of. He didn’t even know why he wanted them so bad, but he couldn’t stop thinking about them. Just when he’d given up hope, they appeared, all the way in the back of his closet, crumpled up but not smelly. Wooyoung cheered and brought them out, then checked them over for any fading or tears. They were still in perfect condition, but he noticed the tag listed the size as a bit smaller than what he normally wore.
He felt his face crumple up as he realized they probably wouldn’t fit him anymore. Wooyoung had weighed himself just that morning, but he hadn’t really lost any more weight than before, despite that he’d been eating well every single day and going to his lessons on Saturday. He even did his small mini-workouts every day that Yeosang would give him, like he was afraid the alpha would see if he skipped it, even though there was only him to back up he’d done it or not.
Wooyoung figured he should just get it out of the way and try them on one last time, then throw them out. At least if he saw that he hadn’t made any progress, he could feel validated in giving up on the personal training lessons and cancel with Yeosang.
With a deep breath, he slid off the pants he was wearing and stepped into the shorts, pulling them up to his hips. To his surprise, though, they slid on with ease, and when he buttoned them up, he had no trouble, not even a slight pushback. In fact, once he had them secured, they actually felt loose. He turned toward his full length mirror and looked at himself.
The omega looked at himself every single day, so he hadn’t really noticed any changes to his body since he’d started his regiment. Between studying for finals (which were finally over) and working, he hadn’t had much time to obsess either, which was nice. But now that he was really looking, he could see a slight difference in the shape of his waist, the way his belly and thighs had slimmed down a little bit. Wooyoung had always thought he was hot, but he was even hotter now.
“Holy shit,” he said.
San looked up from his phone. “What?”
“I’m hot.”
“Wooyoung, that’s not a new revelation,” the beta said with a snort.
“No, but look at my waist and tummy. It looks really nice! I’ve gotten thinner.”
San blinked at him like he was stupid. When Wooyoung said nothing, he laughed a bit and shook his head.
“I should have known you wouldn’t notice. We never notice our own gains. But I’ve noticed you’ve been slimming down slowly over the last couple of weeks.”
“Really? Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I thought you knew!” San said. “But think about this! This is why you keep going to training. You bitch about Yeosang, but look at the results you achieved so quickly. And, all for the price of ₩15,000 a month!”
Wooyoung laughed, but he knew San was right. He smiled at himself in the mirror, feeling pretty happy. Happy enough that he was willing to put up with more of Yeosang’s brutal training. He grabbed his phone and snapped a picture of himself, then shared it on his Instagram with the caption “almost ready for hot boy summer!”
He then drafted a message to Yeosang.
Wooyo
6:05 PM
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I tried on these shorts that I haven’t worn in a while and they fit!
I’m making so much progress thanks to you <3
Do you think we could increase our sessions? Finals week just ended!
Wooyoung hoped Yeosang would reply quickly, but he didn’t. He didn’t take it personally. Maybe he was busy. It was likely he was a student too; maybe his university hadn’t gotten out quite yet.
He changed his shirt, happy in his shorts, and climbed onto the bed with San. They played on their phones until the doorbell buzzed. The two of them went into the living room and let Yeonjun and Changbin in, who had the pizzas and soda.
“Look who’s ready for hot boy summer, bitches!” Wooyoung said and posed seductively.
“Nice,” Changbin said and pinched his butt with his free hand.
Wooyoung giggled and whacked him. San rolled his eyes as he took the pizzas from Yeonjun and took them over to the table.
“You do look good,” Yeonjun said.
Deep down, Wooyoung always wanted Yeonjun’s approval. He had always been a popular and gorgeous omega, even despite the fact that he was rather tall.
“It’s all Yeosang-ssi’s work.”
Yeonjun snorted. “Weren’t you just bitching about him two days ago?”
Wooyoung looked away, not willing to admit it. “Maybe, but now that I can tell it’s working, I won’t complain as much. In fact, I asked him to increase our sessions!”
“Well, good, because I settled on the day we’re going to the beach. You have one more month to get hot boy summer ready and I expect you to look amazing.”
“Why is it so far away?” San asked with a pout.
“Because that’s when Soobin can come and I’m not making my hot boy summer debut without him,” Yeonjun said matter-of-fact.
Yeonjun’s newest beau was Choi Soobin and he was from outside of Seoul, so Wooyoung was sure that he was probably going home for a while. There was no arguing with Yeonjun once he’d made a decision (not that Wooyoung was much better), so he knew there was no point in saying anything.
“Yeah, hot boy summer, whatever. Let’s eat,” Changbin said.
“And play games!” San added, “I brought my Switch. We can play Mario Kart.”
“Oh, I am going to kick your ass at Mario Kart!” Yeonjun cried.
Wooyoung smiled as he watched his friends get comfortable on his couch, already fighting over the remotes and pizza slices. He knew they were in for a fun night.
His phone buzzed in his pocket and he pulled it out. There was a message displayed on the screen.
Dobersang
8:32 PM
Looking good ^^
My finals just ended too, so we can definitely have more sessions
Just let me know your schedule!
Wooyoung could feel he was grinning at his phone. He didn’t know why, but getting Yeosang’s approval felt really good. He was kind of excited to see the alpha more than once a week for the next month. With a little laugh, he sent back an okay and then rushed over to snag a piece of pizza before all of it was gone.
Wooyoung started to see Yeosang three times a week. The alpha started to give him harder workouts, but he was starting to be able to keep up. Wooyoung could feel himself getting stronger. While he was slimming out too, the ability to actually lift weights and develop muscle was not something he’d ever thought he could achieve. And maybe he was getting high off of Yeosang’s scent and praise, because the alpha was starting to pay him more compliments.
The omega went through his weight lifting set without complaint, then his pike pushups and side leg lifts. Yeosang was sitting nearby, watching him. Usually he would do the routine with Wooyoung, always going faster and with heavier weights, but he had sat it out that day.
“You’ve really come far in such a short time, Wooyoung-ssi,” Yeosang said.
Wooyoung tried not to grin. “Yeah?”
Yeosang nodded. “I’ll admit, I didn’t think you would last this long.”
The omega tried not to frown. “Oh?”
“Sorry, that was rude,” Yeosang said and played with his earlobe in a cute, nervous way, “Anyway, I just wanted to say I’m really impressed by you. The amount of people I encounter who say that they’re going to work out to lose weight is pretty high, but they never stick it out.”
Wooyoung realized Yeosang hadn’t meant it to be a slight against him, just that he’d had bad experiences. He got that. It was pretty well known that gyms had high turnover rates for customers and Real Men Gym was not supposed to be that kind of place—you had to be serious to stay there (at least according to San).
“Well, I’m more hardheaded than the average person, but thank you,” Wooyoung said with a smile.
Yeosang laughed softly. It was the first time Wooyoung had heard him make that sound and he felt some kind of exhilarating rush from it. This alpha was doing way too much to him with barely nothing.
“Anyway, we’re done for today,” Yeosang said, “See you Saturday?”
“Yeah. I’ll see you then.”
Yeosang departed quickly and Wooyoung wondered why he was in such a hurry that day. It was the first time Yeosang had rushed out on him. His weird compliments had been unusual too. Wooyoung walked out with his bag over to the counter, where San was working.
“Hey! How’d it go?” San asked and tossed Wooyoung a water.
“It was okay. Yeosang sort of complimented me?”
“Sort of complimented you?” the beta repeated.
“He said I’m doing amazing and impressed him, but said that he didn’t think I would stick it out.”
San laughed at that, which made Wooyoung narrow his eyes at him. He was so going to get San back for that later.
“You have to admit you’re not the most serious person, Youngie. You whine and cry to get your way all the time.”
“That’s just because I know I’m cute and men bend easily when I do that,” Wooyoung said with a huff.
“Yeah, but it makes you a brat. Yeosang’s not the type to put up with that shit. He actually has the highest turnover rate for any of us personal trainers.”
Wooyoung blinked. “Really?”
“Yeah. He doesn’t put up with anyone’s shit, honestly. Clients used to drop him all the time. I actually think you’re one of his longest running clients.”
Wooyoung felt a little sad at that, because he’d barely been training with Yeosang for month and a half. Sure, Yeosang was a brutal trainer, but he was just challenging people to push their limits and not make excuses. It wasn’t what Wooyoung had in mind, but he could admit it was what he needed. Apparently other people did not feel that way.
“It doesn’t help he’s not super talkative, though, y’know. He’s not the most suited for personal training,” San continued, “But, I’m sure you can agree he’s actually nice when it comes down to it.”
“Yeah. I mean, he’s not nice to me very often, but yeah. I don’t think he’s bad at his job. Not like you are.”
San glared at him and Wooyoung stuck his tongue out. Wooyoung then gave a wave and headed out with a little laugh.
“Bye, Sannie!”
Wooyoung was having trouble sleeping, feeling hot and uncomfortable in his room. He tried rolling onto his back, then onto either side, but none of it brought him any comfort. With a whine, he got off his bed and turned the AC on in his room. He’d left the window open to try to keep his room cool without it, but that apparently hadn’t worked. His final move to grow comfortable was to take his shirt off, leaving him only in his shorts.
Wooyoung caught sight of himself in the mirror, illuminated only by the moonlight coming through his window. He really had slimmed down quickly in just a month and a half and he even could see how toned his arms, legs, and belly had gotten. He was sexy, well, sexier. Wooyoung had always been sexy in his opinion.
Arousal coiled in his belly and for a moment, Wooyoung felt embarrassed that he was getting turned on looking at his own body, but then he realized that wasn’t it.
He was in preheat.
With a small curse under his breath, he stalked over to look at the calendar he had pinned up on the wall and flipped it back to when he’d last marked down he’d had a heat. He then counted the weeks up to where he was currently.
Yep, he was definitely in preheat. By his estimation, he wouldn’t start for another few days or so, but this just meant he was going to be relentlessly horny for a while, which frustrated him to no end. He would likely call on one of his friends to help him relieve some of it, but since it was currently three in the morning, he would have to take care of himself.
Wooyoung went back over to his bed and opened up his bedside drawer. He kept all of his sex toys and supplies in there, because Wooyoung had his own room and didn’t have to hide them like he did when he was in high school and was terrified his mother would find them if he didn’t elaborately hide everything around his room. He took out the lube, plus various toys, letting his fingers slide over them and decide what he wanted.
Now that he was aware of his preheat, he could feel how aroused he was. His thighs clenched a bit in anticipation, feeling the slightest bit of slick start to form between them. Once he’d selected what he wanted, he climbed back onto his bed and grabbed his phone to find some porn to watch. He made sure to keep the volume low, still conscientious of someone hearing, despite that he lived alone in his tiny apartment. The walls were thin, he was convinced.
Once he found something—some generic omega pleasure porn—he slid his shorts off and slowly stroked himself. The mere touch sent a jolt through his belly and up his spine. He was a lot more sensitive than he expected, but he liked it. Wooyoung liked having sex and he loved getting off. This just made it easier than normal.
As he stroked himself, he sucked two of his fingers into his mouth and coated them. When they were good and wet, he started to play with his nipples, alternating between the two, flicking and twisting them. His back arched slightly and he fucked up into his hand, but it was already becoming not enough for him. Wooyoung needed more; he wanted to be overwhelmed by his pleasure.
He grabbed his tube of lube and squirted it onto his fingers. Wooyoung slowly trailed his hand down his body, teasing his nipples again along the way and ghosting over his erect cock. He slid past them to reach his pussy. Being a male omega, it meant he had the best of both worlds—in his opinion—since he had a penis and a vagina. He gently rubbed his fingertips over his labia and inhaled softly, feeling a little spurt of slick come out. Despite his sensitivity, he wasn’t very wet. In preheat, he didn’t get wet as quickly as he would actually in heat, so he had to work a little harder. It was okay, though; Wooyoung liked to work up to it anyway.
He started with slow rubs over his folds, then eased his middle and ring finger into himself. He arched slightly at the feel and his eyelashes fluttered. They felt pretty good, but his fingers were never quite as satisfactory as someone else’s would be. Wooyoung took a breath and started to pump them in and out, feeling himself grow wetter. He curled his fingertips inside of himself and rubbed at his inner wall, hoping to find his g-spot rather quickly. He squeezed around them a few times, letting himself feel full for a brief moment, something he really loved, and then pulled them out. The squelch that sounded made him feel even hotter and more slick slid onto his fingers, letting them enter him easily. Wooyoung pumped faster, focusing on the porn playing on his phone then, getting into it.
His first orgasm hit him suddenly as he clamped around his fingers and his eyes whited out for a brief moment. Wooyoung gasped, but despite the surprising intensity of his orgasm, the fire in his belly did not feel sated. In fact, he felt more desire than before. It seemed he would definitely need to use his toys.
The omega took a moment to catch his breath and let his fuzzy thoughts solidify back into coherency. He sat up to grab the dildo he’d gotten out. And Wooyoung had no idea why, but when he picked it up, he suddenly wondered how big it was compared to Yeosang.
The thought was a bit startling. Sure, Wooyoung might have had a little crush on his alpha personal trainer, but his masturbation sessions were usually filled only with Wooyoung thinking about himself with some celebrity he thought was hot. Even with all of the dates he’d been on and hookups he’d engaged in, he had never fantasized about any of them. But there Yeosang was in his mind. Oh, what Wooyoung wouldn’t give to be bent over by Yeosang’s strong arms and get railed within an inch of his life by the alpha’s big cock. Wooyoung felt no shame in being a bit of a size queen and if Yeosang was an alpha, it was likely he was big. Now Wooyoung really wanted to know how big.
He blew air out of his nose and tried to clear his mind. He was really losing it and it was barely the beginning of his preheat. This was not a good thing. But, he remembered that he’d done something a little questionable recently and got up to grab the shopping bag he’d dropped to the side earlier in the day.
Wooyoung had gone shopping earlier that day with Yeonjun and he’d purchased a candle that smelled like the ocean. It wasn’t something that he’d thought about at the time, but he knew now that he’d bought it thinking about Yeosang. His omega was more desperate than he thought. He opened it up and found it did smell like the sea, but it was missing that piña colada undernote that Wooyoung was used to. Despite that, it made his omega brain feel very happy and he found a lighter to get that candle burning. He set it next to his bed and yanked open the drawer, drawing out his biggest dildo, because his brain had decided that he needed that more than ever now.
He settled back on his bed and took another deep breath. Wooyoung inhaled and let the ocean scent fill his nose, his mind filling with thoughts of Yeosang. His gorgeous face and strong body.
Wooyoung’s lubed fingers slid back inside of him as he lifted the dildo up and sucked on the tip. He thought it would be fun if he teased Yeosang a bit, just to get back at him for being harsh. He suckled the head before taking half of it into his mouth. Wooyoung was too impatient to draw it out, though, he knew. He’d want Yeosang to shove his big cock down his throat to show him who was boss. The omega in his brain squealed at such an idea and Wooyoung felt himself come on his fingers, a little moan sounding around the dildo.
Apparently Wooyoung’s omega brain was not interested in being patient today. He pulled the dildo out of his mouth after giving it a good suck, his jaw getting the slightest twinge of pain as it stretched around the girth for a moment. Wooyoung slid his fingers out and sucked them into his mouth, imagining it was Yeosang that was doing it, how he would demand to know how Wooyoung tasted. Just the thought had him feeling like he could come again.
He sat up and got onto his knees as he positioned the dildo on the bed. The suction cup on the back end of it was kind of useless with his sheets, but he didn’t feel like trying to maneuver himself to fuck it against the wall and he certainly wasn’t going to go into the other room. So, he held it steady and rubbed his pussy against the head, watching how he dripped cum and slick onto it, the silicone growing shiny. He wished it was a real cock, one already oozing with precum and ready to pound him into oblivion, but he would have to settle for this.
Wooyoung eased down onto the toy, feeling how it stretched him out. This was not a dildo he used often, more for show than actual use, so his eyes fluttered at the sensation. He took another whiff of the candle burning nearby and perfectly imagined himself sinking onto Yeosang’s cock. The alpha would be sitting there with his legs spread wide, letting the omega perch in his lap and take his time accepting that huge cock into his pussy. But Wooyoung would go too fast and sink onto it as quickly as he could, no matter if it hurt or not, because all he wanted was for Yeosang to be inside of him. He felt the toy bottom out, his pelvis nearly on the bed. His walls clamped around it for a good, long moment and Wooyoung could hear Yeosang’s grunts in his ear, like he did when he’d picked up a slightly heavier weight than usual.
Wooyoung wondered what kind of lover Yeosang would be—would he be as merciless as he was with training? Fuck up into Wooyoung with abandon?
The omega started to bounce on the dildo, not coming up very far and slamming back down with a little too much force. Usually, this position would be hard for him, because he was just on his knees and it made his thighs burn, but it didn’t feel that bad. In fact, it didn’t hurt at all. His thighs were so strong now. He could just imagine Yeosang praising him, telling him how strong he was, and that made Wooyoung grip the toy so hard, he could feel his pussy stretching a bit as he tried to raise up. He put his fingers in his mouth and sucked hard, starting to bounce with abandon best he could. He came up a little too far, though, and the dildo fell over, leaving Wooyoung dripping and empty as he tried to slam back down.
His omega brain whined, demanding to be filled. Wooyoung flopped back against his pillows, grasping the toy in his hands and reached down to spread his folds. He rubbed the dildo’s head against himself a few times to tease, like he thought Yeosang would until Wooyoung was crying for him to put it in. It slid inside of him, spreading him wide once more, and his eyes rolled a little at the sensation, the difference in position feeling that much different.
He wasted no time in starting to fuck himself with the dildo, setting a quick pace, shoving it as deep inside as he could and pulling it out. Wooyoung teased his nipples again, knowing that Yeosang would want to take full advantage of every erogenous zone, and imagined it was the alpha fucking him quick and teasing him. He could feel his orgasm coming, his mind growing fuzzy and omega side begging to be filled with cum.
Wooyoung knew how to push himself over the edge, but pretended it was Yeosang that figured it out. He let his hand drop down and tease his rim. Wooyoung had never told anyone he liked anal, that sometimes putting a finger in his ass was enough to get him off, but he felt like Yeosang would just know. He pressed the tip of his finger past his rim and felt how his ass and pussy both seized up in surprise. The omega regretted not putting his plug in early, wondering how it would feel to be stretched around such a big cock with his ass full too. His hand moved quicker, thrusting the dildo almost violently, as he fucked one finger into his ass. He imagined Yeosang calling him dirty pet names while also praising him for taking it all so well.
“Fuck! Yeosang!” he nearly screamed.
He came with such intensity that the dildo was forced out of him. Wooyoung felt like he blacked out for a moment as his whole mind went blank and his vision gone.
When he came back to reality a moment later, he was panting, feeling majorly satisfied, though filthy. He could feel how much cum and slick was coating his thighs and the sheets were sticking to his legs, but he didn’t feel he had the strength or energy to get up and clean like he should. So, he tossed the dildo onto the top sheet and kicked it off onto the floor, deciding he would just deal with it in the morning. Before he fell asleep, though, he made sure to blow out the candle and relished in the calm scent of the ocean, wishing that the alpha was there to cuddle him after such an intense orgasm.
The next morning, Wooyoung felt incredibly ashamed of what he’d done the night before. He was always sex positive, but the way he’d gotten off thinking about Yeosang felt downright wrong. The omega knew it had been a while since he’d been dicked down, but he didn’t know he was aching for it that bad. He knew it was the preheat, but he’d never been that horny in preheat before—that was usually saved for his actual heat.
He wanted to talk to someone about it, but was too nervous to do so, not even with his fellow omega, Yeonjun. It was just his hormones, he told himself. There was nothing else to it.
On Friday night, instead of feeling horny (he still was but not as intense), he mostly just felt sore and tired. He’d been cramping all day for no reason, which Wooyoung really hated, even though he knew he got them every single preheat. Between the cramps and his intense fantasies about Yeosang, he felt there was no way he could see the alpha in that state.
Besides, he wasn’t supposed to go around alphas in preheat or heat anyway, unless he was planning to have sex with them. Changbin had been pointedly staying away the last few days, even though he and Wooyoung had hooked up before while Wooyoung was in heat. But he appreciated the respect for his safety, even though he was sure Changbin wouldn’t hurt him. Wooyoung felt pretty sure that Yeosang would be safe too, but it would be rude for Wooyoung to subject him to it anyway.
Wooyo
9:30 PM
Hey, sorry it’s last minute, but I can’t come tomorrow
Dobersang
9:31 PM
You can’t or you don’t want to?
Wooyo
9:32 PM
Rude. I would if I could, but I shouldn’t
Dobersang
9:33 PM
Why can’t you?
Wooyoung hesitated. He knew he should be honest and tell Yeosang the truth, but he was a bit irked the alpha was demanding a reason in the first place. Couldn’t he just respect Wooyoung telling him he couldn’t come? He didn’t owe Yeosang a clear answer.
Wooyo
9:36 PM
I just can’t, Yeosang-ssi. I’m sorry
Dobersang
9:37 PM
Fine
9:40 PM
I thought you were different
Wooyoung felt like crying. He hated that Yeosang was being mean to him just because he was cancelling, that he would change his entire perception of him because he didn’t want to come to one of their sessions once. His omega was so hurt that tears actually dripped down his cheeks. But it also made him feel angry. How dare Yeosang be so rude to him because of this?
So, instead of telling the truth, Wooyoung just decided to prove him wrong.
Wooyo
9:43 PM
Nvm. I’ll be there.
You better prepare something hard.
Wooyoung got up early on Saturday morning. He made himself breakfast and took his scent blockers, just so people wouldn’t know he was in preheat. Wooyoung felt like absolute shit, though. His pelvis was cramping like crazy, to the point that walking around was proving to be difficult, but he refused to tell Yeosang he wasn’t coming.
He would show the alpha that an omega could be strong. He would not be defeated by his own body.
He put on his cutest workout outfit—a sleeveless crop top and a pair of spandex shorts. As soon as he left the house, he could feel people’s eyes on him. And despite that he felt like utter shit, he took those looks as compliments, feeling very sexy and powerful.
When he arrived at the gym, he headed straight for the room he and Yeosang always used. The alpha was already inside. That day, he was wearing gray sweatpants—the kind that guys always wore without underwear, that had that open invitation to fuck—and his fitted employee t-shirt. Wooyoung’s basement flooded and he instantly regretted coming. But it was definitely too late to run now, so he just prayed his scent blockers worked and Yeosang couldn’t smell him more than usual.
In the middle of the room, there was a large barbell with weights on it.
“What’s that for?” Wooyoung asked.
“You told me to prepare something hard, so today you’re doing a deadlift.”
Wooyoung felt all of the color drain from his face. As if his body knew just what he was thinking, Wooyoung cramped. He put his hand on his abdomen as subtly as he could.
“I’ll show you how to do it and you’ll start with low weight, okay?”
Wooyoung nodded. “Y-Yeah.”
Yeosang put on gloves, like some kind of professional, and stepped over to the bar. He squatted down, his butt out and arms braced to grab hold. Wooyoung felt arousal coil inside of him and his mind grow fuzzy at the sight of Yeosang’s tight ass and taut arm muscles on display. He was so fixated on them that he didn’t hear any of the alpha’s explanations on what to do.
So, when it came to be his turn, he stepped over to the bar cluelessly. Yeosang had removed most of the extra weight, but the omega knew it would still be pretty heavy. Even though he’d been working with weights for almost two months by then, he knew that this would be pushing it for him. He wished he’d kept his big, dumb mouth shut the night before.
He squatted down and took ahold of the bar, copying the stance Yeosang had earlier as best he could. Just as he was going to try to pull it up, he felt another cramp come on. It made his legs ache and he swayed a little, holding onto the bar so he wouldn’t fall over.
“What’re you waiting for? Try to lift it,” Yeosang said.
Wooyoung shot him a glare, but it was enough to distract him that he did just so. He got the bar up to his thighs, his butt still pushed out, but he cramped again and let go. It bounced with force against the ground, narrowly landing on his feet. Wooyoung felt his eyes tear up from the pain and the surprise, sensitive and overwhelmed in a split second.
“What the hell are you doing?”
Wooyoung couldn’t tell if Yeosang was angry or surprised, but the omega didn’t care.
“I can’t do it!” he wailed.
“Yes, you can, Wooyoung-ssi. Do it again!”
“No.”
“You have to. Just try it one more time.”
“NO! SHUT UP!” Wooyoung screamed. “I can’t do it! When I say I can’t do it, I can’t! Why are you always pushing me? I didn’t even want to come today! You’re such a dick!”
What he had said occurred to him after the fact and Wooyoung gasped, covering his mouth with his hands. That was the way he would talk to his friends, and though he and Yeosang had built up a nice rapport between them, it was certainly no way Wooyoung would or should talk to him.
The alpha looked utterly shocked too, his eyes wide and mouth a little open. Wooyoung waited for him to yell at him, to tell him to get out or something. Yeosang took a deep breath and pushed his blond hair back away from his face.
“I’m really sorry, Wooyoung-ssi. I was just trying to help. You usually do well when I push you little. You always say you can’t do things, but when you try, you do it like it’s easy. I didn’t want you to give up just because it’s hard,” Yeosang said, “Apparently that wasn’t how I came across, though, so I’m sorry. If you want to leave, you’re free to do so at any time, and you’re not obligated to continue your lessons with me.”
Wooyoung felt awful. He had hurt Yeosang’s feelings and he thought about how San had said that Yeosang had trouble with people. Wooyoung was making a problem.
“No, I—I shouldn’t have come today. I’m not feeling well.”
The omega felt a cramp oncoming once again and he stumbled as he gripped his abdomen, tripping over the barbell in a split second.
“Wooyoung-ssi!”
Yeosang was there in a split second, catching Wooyoung in his arms. The omega crashed into him and they tumbled to the floor.
“A-Are you okay?” Yeosang asked.
Wooyoung sat up the slightest bit, trying to get himself off the alpha while forming a coherent response, but then he smelled him. That intoxicating scent of saltwater with a slight hint of coconut and pineapple. It was absolutely delectable that day.
So, instead of answering, Wooyoung leaned in and kissed Yeosang.
He realized what he’d done a millisecond later and panicked, thinking Yeosang would rebuff him, but then Yeosang kissed him back. The coconut and pineapple scent got stronger, letting Wooyoung know that Yeosang was, in fact, very receptive to this action, if the hand that slid into his hair a moment later wasn’t sign enough.
Wooyoung kissed the alpha like he was starving, their mouths moving against one another with an intensity he’d only dreamed of. The omega’s hips ground down on Yeosang, a wet spot definitely forming in his shorts, and he could feel Yeosang stirring beneath him as well.
“Fuck, you smell good,” Yeosang panted out as soon as their kiss broke.
Wooyoung felt himself blush a little, which felt silly with the position they were in.
“I do?”
“Yeah, like…green onions,” Yeosang said breathlessly.
That didn’t sound very pleasant and Wooyoung made a face. Did he really smell like green onions? Of all the things he could smell like in the world, he’d been given green onions?
“It reminds me of my favorite flavor of chicken,” the alpha added.
That made Wooyoung look even more disgusted, but the alpha didn’t relent.
“Fried chicken is my favorite food. You smell delicious. Better, actually.”
That made him feel a little bit better. Yeosang rested his hands on Wooyoung’s waist; his rough fingers felt hot against Wooyoung’s bare skin.
“Like I want to eat you.”
“Oh, god, please eat me,” Wooyoung moaned without thought.
His omega was in control now and all it wanted was for the alpha to do him in some way.
Yeosang chuckled and nipped at his earlobe. “I’d be happy to.”
Wooyoung felt himself get wetter and he wondered what exactly Yeosang meant by eat him. His mind could come up with so many things, but before he could even maybe settle on one, Yeosang had him in his arms and got up. Yeosang made it seem like Wooyoung weighed as much as piece of paper with how easily he moved him onto the nearby bench.
“Don’t think I didn’t notice how wet you are,” Yeosang said. His hand cupped Wooyoung, pressing his wet shorts closer to him. “You’re dripping through your shorts.”
Wooyoung didn’t want him to talk, he wanted him to fuck, but he couldn’t even make any words to say that. But Yeosang seemed to understand, because he pulled Wooyoung’s shorts and underwear down, baring him to the air.
Wooyoung could smell himself and he wondered if his scent blockers just sucked or he was a lot closer to heat than he thought. But he didn’t really care because Yeosang’s hands spread his thighs wider and then his breath was over his pussy.
The omega pushed himself up so he could see. Yeosang kneeled in front of the bench, his fingers dug into Wooyoung’s thigh, and his face level with the omega’s pussy. He glanced up at Wooyoung and had the audacity to wink. Then his tongue swiped over Wooyoung’s folds and the omega moaned loudly.
The licks felt better than any fantasy he had indulged in. Wooyoung felt slick dribble out of him. Yeosang’s tongue slipped over him eagerly, teasing all over his labia with little circles. Wooyoung’s hand slid into Yeosang’s blond hair, barely grasping at the strands though. He had no strength like this. San had said Yeosang was a good kisser, but now Wooyoung knew he could eat pussy like a pro too. The omega moaned again, unable to control himself. Yeosang gave a little suck, then pulled back, freeing himself from Wooyoung’s hold, and let his fingers run over the omega’s folds.
“Put it in,” Wooyoung whined.
“If you keep being noisy, we’re going to get caught, you naughty omega.”
The omega whined and pouted at him. Yeosang chuckled softly and slid a finger into him without hesitation.
“You truly are a brat. A cute brat, though.”
Wooyoung squeezed around Yeosang’s finger in response, which made the alpha snort a bit. He thrusted it quickly, before adding a second one. Wooyoung whined again, trying to hold it in. Knowing he was struggling to do so, he stuck two of his fingers into his mouth. That had Yeosang’s eyes widening and Wooyoung could smell his intoxicating scent as it flared.
Wooyoung smirked around his fingers and gave another squeeze. Yeosang regained his senses and leaned in to lick inside of Wooyoung alongside his fingers. Wooyoung knew he couldn’t hold on much longer, but he wanted so much more of Yeosang.
He couldn’t think. All he could feel was Yeosang, all he could smell was Yeosang. He wanted that smell to envelop him so badly. He sucked on his fingers harder and squeezed Yeosang’s fingers and his tongue as tight as he could.
Yeosang kept working him, his fingers pressing the omega further open while his tongue swirled inside of him with precision Wooyoung had never experienced. His tongue seemed to get in so deep and the tips of his digits worked against his g-spot with utter abandon.
Wooyoung came then with a groan and his arm buckled underneath him, letting him fall into a crumpled mess on the bench. He pulled his fingers from his mouth and panted loudly. Yeosang stood up then and Wooyoung glanced at him.
The alpha was admiring him, a dark gleam in his eye, and Wooyoung wondered how wrecked he looked at that moment. Yeosang’s chin dripped with Wooyoung’s release. That was when Wooyoung noticed Yeosang’s erection in his sweatpants.
The first thought in his head was that he had been right—Yeosang had a big cock. The second thought was that it was in response to him. The alpha was turned on by him. Of course, he’d just eaten Wooyoung out, so he hoped he was attracted to him, but to see it was really a boost to his ego.
Yeosang looked like he wanted to say something, but Wooyoung pushed himself up and tugged the alpha’s pants down with enough force to tear (which he luckily didn’t). Yeosang’s dick sprang out, head red and dripping. The omega did not hesitate to surge forward and take it into his mouth, which drew a sharp hiss out of Yeosang in surprise.
The alpha’s cock was heavy on his tongue and Wooyoung suckled happily, sinking down a little bit more and felt how his jaw had to stretch the slightest bit. Yeosang’s scent filled his nostrils too, much stronger than any anything else, so Wooyoung felt like he was in utter bliss.
Yeosang’s fingers slid into Wooyoung’s dark hair and gave a little tug.
“F-Fuck, Wooyoung…”
Wooyoung looked up at him and batted his eyes. He knew he was pretty to look at when he sucked cock—he’d seen himself on camera before. Yeosang’s free hand swiped a thumb over the mole on Wooyoung’s right cheek, then the one on his bottom lip. The touch was surprisingly tender and Wooyoung’s eyes fluttered shut as he began to bob his head slowly. The alpha let out soft little groans and Wooyoung tried to take more of him into his mouth.
Finally, Yeosang gave his hair a rough tug.
“That’s enough, Wooyoung.”
The omega pouted, tears springing into his eyes. Why didn’t Yeosang want to come? Wooyoung knew how to satisfy him; he just need to give him the chance.
“I thought you wanted me to fuck you? I can’t do that if I come.”
Yeosang had always seemed so shy and reserved, so his filthy language was driving Wooyoung insane. He pulled back and let the alpha’s cock drop from his mouth.
“You’re gonna fuck me?” he said cutely, feeling his hips wiggle in anticipation.
Yeosang nodded and cupped Wooyoung’s face. “If you want me to.”
“Oh, please, alpha.”
Wooyoung tried to turn to present himself to Yeosang, but the alpha tugged him up.
“We cannot fuck in here. We’ll get caught. Let’s go to the locker room.”
The omega whined, wanting it now. Yeosang squeezed his ass, pulling his cheeks apart with it, which made Wooyoung groan. The exposure of air against his asshole and pussy made him almost lightheaded, acutely aware of just how eager he was.
“Don’t make me leave you high and dry, brat,” he teased.
Wooyoung could tell Yeosang was only playing, but it still made Wooyoung feel hot. He would be a good boy if it meant they would hook up.
Yeosang tugged his sweatpants back up and grabbed a towel from nearby, wiping the bottom of his face off finally. He wiped down Wooyoung’s thighs in a split second, then got down to clean the bench. Wooyoung pulled his shorts back up, feeling how sopped his underwear were then. It was an uncomfortable sensation.
Once Yeosang had finished cleaning, they collected all of their things and he took Wooyoung’s hand and tugged him out of the private training room. They walked as calmly and quickly as they could to the locker room. Wooyoung didn’t understand how that would be safer, but then Yeosang took him past the multitudes of lockers and toward the shower stalls. The alpha scanned his ID card to switch on the shower and pulled open the door.
As soon as they stepped inside and shut the door, Yeosang pulled Wooyoung close and kissed him again. Wooyoung looped his arms around the alpha’s neck and returned it eagerly. The alpha cupped his face and kissed him more, the perfect combination of passionate and gentle. Yeosang’s muscles felt solid against Wooyoung and his hands slid down to squeeze the alpha’s arms. Yeosang chuckled into a kiss and his hands rested on Wooyoung’s ass, squeezing and kneading it eagerly.
They started to undress one another, tossing clothes to the corner so they would hopefully not get wet. Although no matter what, Wooyoung was going to have to do a walk of shame out of the gym anyway, but that was the last thought in his mind.
Yeosang’s mouth was on his neck and he could feel the alpha’s fangs grazing the skin there. Wooyoung had never wanted someone to bite him before, but at that moment, he craved it. But he craved something more.
Wooyoung stroked Yeosang’s cock with nimble hands. He nipped at him with a whine.
Yeosang actually smiled at him and squeezed his ass again. He pushed Wooyoung toward the spray with a surprising gentleness. The omega stepped into the spray and let the water wash over him, matting his hair to his face. He liked the way it felt when Yeosang’s eyes were on him and he ran his hands up and down his body, feeling himself and embracing how sensual he felt. But he hoped Yeosang would take the hint and come over to him quickly.
The alpha got close and kissed him again, hand cupping the back of his neck in a way that felt possessive but safe.
“Are you in heat?” Yeosang asked.
Wooyoung tried to kiss him again, but Yeosang applied pressure to the back of his neck and stopped him.
“I need you to answer me.”
“I-It’s preheat.”
Yeosang’s lips turned into a frown. “We probably shouldn’t…I don’t have a condom.”
Wooyoung had recently run out of birth control, which was probably why his hormones were so raring to go before his heat, now that he thought about it. This hookup had now become risky, which admittedly turned Wooyoung on more, but he wasn’t so lost to heat that he couldn’t think straight.
“Oh…” he said.
Yeosang’s thumb caressed the back of his neck gently.
“Do you trust me?”
Wooyoung didn’t hesitate. His omega had always felt safe around Yeosang.
“Yes.”
“Turn around,” Yeosang said softly.
The alpha let go of him and Wooyoung turned, pressing his hands up against the tile, feeling how the warm water slid down the curve of his back. For a brief moment, nothing happened, but then Yeosang’s hands were on him. They felt almost hot as he trailed them down and spread Wooyoung’s ass cheeks.
He felt himself tense. Was Yeosang going to do what he thought?
When he felt the alpha’s fingers tease his rim, Wooyoung’s head filled with excitement. He had never had anal sex with someone before, let alone an alpha, and now he was going to do that with Yeosang.
“If you tell me to stop, I will,” Yeosang said as he teased Wooyoung’s hole with slow strokes.
The omega made a sound of acknowledgement. He didn’t think he could form words, though, he was so excited. Yeosang’s hand then slipped around Wooyoung’s hip and over his pelvic bone to his pussy. He slid two fingers into him and Wooyoung groaned. The alpha twisted his fingers back and forth in a slow motion, stretching the omega out in a way that made his eyes want to roll into the back of his head. He wasn’t quite sure what he was up to, but Wooyoung was willing to wait and find out.
A moment later, he pulled them out and his fingers went back to his ass. Wooyoung tensed again but forced himself to relax when Yeosang gave his ass a little slap. His fingers were nice and slick from all of Wooyoung’s juices. He’s so clever, Wooyoung thought.
Yeosang slid his finger in to the knuckle. Wooyoung waited for him to make some kind of sly comment about how loose he was, but instead Yeosang’s finger started to work inside of him and he pressed kisses to the back of his neck. Wooyoung relished in the touches, letting himself be lost in the passion and fulfillment. He was finally getting what he wanted and he was in the hands of someone he trusted. Yeosang hadn’t led him astray yet.
Yeosang added two more fingers as Wooyoung became accustomed to them, like he could read him like an open book. The alpha’s fingers were thick and strong and moved with such surety that Wooyoung felt like he’d done this before. He eased the omega open with gentle and unhurried movements. But Wooyoung found himself moaning, getting wetter and not from the water. He was lost in the feeling of Yeosang filling him that way, but utterly euphoric when Yeosang’s fingers left and were replaced by his cock.
Wooyoung felt the initial budge and he tensed up, surprised that Yeosang hadn’t warned him. With a deep breath, he forced himself to relax. Yeosang pressed inside of him slowly. With just slick and some water, the slide was still a bit rough. It felt a lot different than a finger, that was for sure. He was almost starting to regret agreeing to it, because it was a lot. He already felt too full and it seemed Yeosang was still going.
But as if he knew how Wooyoung was feeling, Yeosang leaned forward and kissed the back of his neck. Both of his hands slid around Wooyoung’s torso, hands spread and touching his smaller waist and ghosting over his barely there abs. Wooyoung didn’t think he could relax anymore, but he felt like he was melting around Yeosang.
The alpha trailed one hand down and rubbed over Wooyoung’s pussy. Wooyoung let out a little hum of surprise. Yeosang started to thrust then, their bodies pressed together. Two strong fingers slid inside of Wooyoung, curving to rub against his inner wall, and Wooyoung had stars in his eyes. He moaned, the sound drowned out by the spray of the shower. Yeosang set an even pace, his hips and fingers moving in tandem, giving Wooyoung everything he could want from both sides, the pleasure immense.
His free hand tweaked one of Wooyoung’s nipples then and the omega felt like he was going to explode. Sure, he had been with a lot of people, but never someone who seemed to be so attuned to his body. It was like Wooyoung was an instrument that Yeosang knew how to play in an instant, his body made only for that alpha’s hands. And as silly as he knew that thought was, he let himself get lost in it, pressing back into Yeosang eagerly.
He turned his head in an attempt to kiss him and the alpha readily gave it, his ministrations never stopping. Wooyoung was so happy, so consumed with these bodily pleasures, that his mind really didn’t feel like it was there, that instead he was floating on a cloud in a hazy mist, unable to see anything and only feel it.
It was the quickest orgasm he had ever had. But it didn’t stop there, because Yeosang was far from done, and so Wooyoung handed himself over to the alpha every bit that he could.
“Wish I could put it inside of you,” Yeosang whispered.
Wooyoung hummed and pressed back into him, his fingers scrambling against the tile, wishing he could grip onto it the way he needed.
“I bet you’d beg me to go faster, but I’d have to tease you and not let you have it, you little brat.”
Wooyoung laughed at that. He liked how well Yeosang had taken to being a brat tamer. Honestly, he was kind of proud to be the owner of the brat title now.
Yeosang slid two more fingers into the omega, four fingers relentlessly deep. For a brief moment, he stood still. Wooyoung felt all of the air leave his lungs for that moment, relishing in how full he felt, his pussy packed to the brim with fingers and his ass stuffed with Yeosang’s whole alpha cock.
It was glorious, really, to Wooyoung.
And then Yeosang started to pound into him. His one hand gripped Wooyoung’s hip, keeping him in place with his always surprising strength, while his other hand’s fingers began to fuck in and out of him quickly as well, curling and uncurling at an irregular pattern.
Wooyoung was screaming and he hoped no one would hear, but he couldn’t stop it. It was too much all at once, so much pleasure that he didn’t know what to do.
A succession of orgasms wracked his body, coming in wave after wave. His legs shook from the force of it. His breathing got heavy.
Yeosang’s hips made one last brutal thrust and Wooyoung felt how his cock twitched right before he came, spilling his seed into the omega’s ass with abandon. Yeosang removed his fingers from Wooyoung’s entrance and wrapped his arms around him, holding the both of them upright. Wooyoung took that as permission to let go. His hands fell away from the wall and he sagged into the alpha, his body and mind feeling like jelly.
Yeosang had cleaned Wooyoung up with the utmost care afterwards, their skin pruned from being under the spray for so long. Wooyoung felt sated in way he hadn’t in a very long time. He did, however, feel very embarrassed when he picked up his clothes to put them back on and found that they were not in any condition to be worn again.
“Let me lend you something,” Yeosang said with a little smile.
They went out into the locker room, wrapped up in the gym’s towels, and Yeosang opened his locker. He pulled out a pair of joggers.
“It’s just pants, but it’s something, right?”
“The pants are what I need the most, so it’s fine,” Wooyoung said with a laugh.
He slid them on under the towel, then took it off. His shirt was okay to re-wear, so he pulled it on over his head. Yeosang changed into a t-shirt and fresh sweatpants. He looked rather dressed down, compared to his gym outfits Wooyoung was used to seeing him in.
Wooyoung felt a bit nervous then, wondering if he should leave or if Yeosang wanted to talk. He wasn’t sure what to make of their hookup, now that the moment had passed.
“I just want you to know,” Yeosang said suddenly, “I didn’t do that because of hormones or anything. I’ve actually…” He trailed off and looked away, his cheeks going a little red. “I’ve actually been kind of into you for a while now…”
Wooyoung perked at that. “You are?”
“Y-Yeah. Since we met really…”
“Why didn’t you do anything about it?”
Wooyoung could feel himself smirking as Yeosang turned redder.
“I didn’t want to be creepy. It’s a bad set-up, me being your coach and all. I didn’t want you to think I was someone who hit on my clients or always tried to get into bed with them.”
“I think you can tell I like flirting,” Wooyoung said.
“Yeah, I…I know that now. I’m not that great on picking up on that, though. Like the other day, when you sent me that photo, I couldn’t tell if you were trying to get my attention or show me your results. Whatever the fact, I…wanted to say I was sorry.”
Wooyoung’s eyebrow popped up a bit. “Sorry for what?”
“That I’ve been so hard on you and the way I responded to you last night. I’m not always the greatest at expressing my feelings and it comes out harsh ninety percent of the time. I definitely pushed you harder than any other client, maybe because I didn’t want you to know how I felt or because I wanted you to pay attention to me, but that’s not an excuse. So, I’m sorry.”
Wooyoung laughed then, loud and unincumbered. Yeosang’s eyes widened a little. The omega caught his breath, then pushed up against the alpha, their chests touching, and laid his arms over the other man’s shoulders.
“You’ll just have to make up to me then, won’t you, Alpha?”
The omega could feel the devious little smirk on his lips, but Yeosang’s expression softened, an incredulous but bemused look on his face. He tugged Wooyoung to his chest and gave him another kiss. Wooyoung was more than satisfied to take that as his agreement.
It was the beginning of July and the beach was warm. When Wooyoung had taken his shirt off and strolled down to the beach, he could feel other people’s eyes on him, but instead of feeling self-conscious, he felt sexy. Wooyoung knew he looked good. He was more than prepared for his hot boy summer.
“Wooyoung, smile!” Yeonjun called.
The omega posed for his friend, striking sexy and cute poses in front of the camera. Yeonjun snapped quite a few before grabbing his boyfriend Soobin by the collar and forcing him to take photos of Yeonjun and Wooyoung together. They posed playfully, holding one another in their arms and making kissy faces. Soobin gave them a withering look, but photographed them anyway.
“Soobin is a good sport,” Wooyoung said.
“He’s an even better lay.”
The shorter omega snorted. “Good for you, Yeonjun.”
“When’s your guy coming? Do I finally get to meet him?”
“Yeah,” Wooyoung said with a smile, “He should be here soon.”
“He better be perfect for you, Youngie, or I’m gonna have to beat him up.”
Wooyoung rolled his eyes, but before he could form a witty response, he saw the person he was waiting for and rushed off.
It felt so easy to run—and Wooyoung had been quite fast before—that he reached him in no time, practically tackling the man to the ground with a hug.
“Sangie, you made it!”
Yeosang laughed a bit and righted them. “Did you think I wouldn’t come?”
“I thought maybe you’d be afraid of meeting my friends,” Wooyoung admitted with a small blush.
He and Yeosang had spent Wooyoung’s heat together, then had promptly decided to start dating. It had only been a few weeks, but Wooyoung was happier than ever.
Yeosang cupped his face so Wooyoung couldn’t look away.
“I’m happy to be here. Besides, I get to see your hot boy summer debut, right?” He stepped back and looked Wooyoung up and down. “And what a hot boy you are.”
Wooyoung laughed and whacked him on the arm. “Shut up.” He then tugged Yeosang by the hands toward his friends. “You guys, come meet Yeosang!”
Yeosang chuckled and followed after him without a fight. Wooyoung felt himself grinning and knew that this was indeed the best summer ever.