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The day that Choi San got his results was the day that everything changed for him. Sitting in the room that reeked of rubber and chemicals, the doctor in front of him turned his screen to show San which subgender he was.
San had some hope to not be an alpha, but coming from a strong lineage full of them, it was highly unlikely that he wouldn’t be. He doesn’t know why he detested the thought of being an alpha. Maybe it was the way he saw people flaunt that status like it means something, like it was the highest thing anyone could be but it just wasn’t true!
He knew strong omegas, how they took lead, took charge and made sure everything was okay. Maybe he just didn’t want to be an alpha out of spite. The way the doctor turned the screen, it all felt like time stopped. The screen felt as if it was moving at a snail's pace. But all San could think about was “please be an omega or a beta, please be an omega or a beta” on repeat in his head.
His heart was pounding, the dread overwhelming him, and finally, the screen faces him.
Results of Sub-gender: Alpha
San couldn’t help but feel immense disappointment as his eyes widened at the screen.
It was like time had stopped.
”Congratulations, you’re an alpha!”
Great. How fantastic. Like what San wanted to be.
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San requested scent-blocking lotion, anything that will prevent him from going into ruts, or anything that was normal to an alpha. His parents tried to help him through it, trying to convince him to not take the blockers as it would damage his body but he was persistent. His parents couldn’t do much but sigh and try to support their son as much as they could. It was nice to have a support system but he hated his subgender, he hated being an alpha. It was nice to be in a family where “traditional rules” were thrown out the window, but everything felt different when he entered college.
It was also in modern times, even though there were those who followed said “traditional stereotypical rules” everyone did as they pleased whenever and wherever they wanted.
San ended up with an alpha roommate named Jeong Yunho, and god did he hate him at first.
Cocky, arrogant, annoying as hell, super hot, tall, but somewhat kind, alpha.
He hated everything about the other, but Yunho seemed to take it and use it to pester him about everything. Most of all, they were in the same major and in all the same classes. San couldn’t escape him if he tried.
The worst of it all was when Yunho’s ruts came.
His partners would come to flood their apartment with their annoyingly sick sweet scents, the loud sounds of the bed frame knocking against the wall, the noises—everything. It always happened when he was trying to study or sleep, it felt like he couldn’t take it anymore, hell- even noise cancelling headphones wouldn’t even work!
San was annoyed every single time, but he couldn’t help but think about it.
What was it like to be an omega? To be one of Yunho’s partners? San quickly shook those thoughts away. He would never ever want to be even a hair near the likes of Jeong Yunho.
Every morning when the omega would leave, San would be drinking black coffee with eyebags under his eyes as the other alpha would walk into the kitchen with his stupid signature smile. His tall, gorgeous body coming into the room with his annoyingly attractive post-rut scent.
”Sorry, we were a bit loud.” Yunho would always say a stupid sheepish grin appearing on his face, and San would grumble in annoyance and turn away.
Sorry my ass. San would think before he would leave for his classes. It’s not like he wouldn’t see Yunho in them later anyway. He always has, and it infuriates him to no end just seeing his stupid face.
…
Things started to get better when he was introduced to a beta named Jung Wooyoung. The beta was loud, somewhat obnoxious, but most of all, caring, funny, and always had great advice to give. He was also an amazing cook and dancer, which was a plus. They quickly got along and became inseparable. With San’s lack of scent and calm personality, Wooyoung thought he was a fellow beta, so he never asked.
“As a fellow beta, betas should stick together! You never know!” Wooyoung said at some point when they were getting their weekly coffee hangouts. San chuckled, finishing his sandwich.
”You know I’m an alpha right?” San said casually, trying to not let the sadness leak into his tone. He was cleaning his hands on the napkin beside him, trying to ignore the thought of Wooyoung thinking he wasn’t an alpha. He didn’t notice Wooyoung’s quietness until he looked up at him, the jaw-dropping expression his fairly new best friend had.
”You? You’re an alpha?” Wooyoung asked with shock, his widened eyes basically radiating millions of questions in them.
”Yeah?” San replied before thinking for a bit. “Is there a problem with it..?” His tone was filled with nervousness, trying to think for himself if he was about to lose his only friend since he came to this horrid college.
Wooyoung seemed to read San’s thoughts before returning to his normal expression and shaking his head, “Nonono!” He said rapidly, his hands doing an X-position as continued to shake his head.
“It’s just a surprise! I don’t smell you at all, and you’re so… different for an alpha.” Wooyoung carefully picked his words, trying to not make it seem like he was disapproving of him.
”I know.. I get that a lot.” San said with a bit of sadness leaking in his voice, he hated being reminded that he was an alpha but what can you do?
”Whatever! You’re a very cool person and I like hanging out with you! You’re nice to be around.” Wooyoung said with a smile and San smiled back, he didn’t lose his friend.
..
Soon after, they started getting closer and closer, nothing more than just platonic soulmates and San invited Wooyoung over to his apartment, kind of forgetting that Yunho was home.
”Yeah so this is my apartment, it's pretty- Oh. Hi Yunho.” San says with a gritted voice, trying to ignore the man on the couch, ignoring how he waved at him as he quickly tries to usher Wooyoung in without any problems and beelining to his room.
”Dude! You’re roommates with Yunho?? Thee Jeong Yunho?” Wooyoung whisper-yells at San as he plops onto his bed. His face looked like he was trying to demand answers from him. San rolls his eyes as he sits down at his chair near his desk.
“Why does it matter? I don’t think it’s that important.” San says with a shrug, turning to face Wooyoung.
”Not important? Everyone wants a piece of him! You’re literally rooming with the hottest guy on this campus! I also hear he’s a great fuck.” He says, and San’s face contorts into that of annoyance.
”Ugh. Being hot doesn’t mean you don’t have a shit personality. He’s annoying as hell. I don’t even care, everyone can have him, I do not. He’s probably bad at it anyway and everyone just hypes it up for nothing.” San’s mood sours, not wanting to think of the people he hears through the thin walls.
He knows it’s not true, what San is saying is just coping but he’s in denial about it.
Seriously? Is this what Yunho gets as his reputation? Just being sex on a stick? Sure he has looked at Yunho a couple of times but he doesn’t want to fuck him. No way. Not at all. He won’t let that sex-demon ever get his grubby hands onto him.
After Wooyoung interrogates San, (and also hanging out with him, Wooyoung won’t spend the rest of his time talking about Yunho, he just wants information), he leaves and San escorts him out the door. As he closes the door he hears another one open and its Yunho standing in the hallway. Great, after being interrogated for basically an hour now he has to face the guy he loathes.
“So.. who was that?” Yunho asks first, San guesses he is trying to break the ice. But there’s something off in Yunho’s tone.
“My friend, Wooyoung.” San says, short and simple. Before he realizes, he will not let Yunho ever touch Wooyoung. “Stay away from him. I don’t want to hear you guys fuck got it?” His voice was clear and stern, facing the tall alpha.
He also doesn’t want to have Wooyoung get hurt in the process, now that Wooyoung has told him about Yunho’s reputation, San will never, ever let him get one step closer to him. It’s not like Wooyoung has expressed being romantically interested in Yunho anyway, but still.
“I never said I was interested.” Yunho says with a small frown forming on his lips.
San doesn’t believe him one bit.
”Whatever.” San replies, bumping past Yunho and going straight into his room.
Yunho is left standing in the hallway, watching the door to San’s room close. If San paid more attention, he could smell Yunho’s mood.
…
Oh, that promise San made to himself he held true and high. Until one day, he woke up feeling warm, too hot. Which is unusual, he never missed his dosages, well sometimes he did, too busy studying, forgetting, trying to avoid Yunho.
He won’t let himself be embarrassed in front of that guy.
San begrudgingly crawls out of bed, turning to look for his pills but as he grabbed the bottle and opened it… empty. Now, San was panicking. His heart rate increased before he opens his door roughly, shaking the walls as he rushes over to the medicine cabinet to look to see if he had any spare rut suppressors. He rummaged through everything, but nothing.
He can’t go out like this— he has gone through his ruts before but hated every moment of it, which was the main reason he got the suppressors.
“Fuck!” San yells at himself before slamming the cabinet door and running back to his room.
He should call Wooyoung and ask if he could get him some suppressants, but then he realized.
There are no over the counter rut suppressants, well they are but they’re rarely in stock and San always has to go on a specific date to get them anyway. San grumbles on his bed, the heat of his body beginning to consume him. He forgot Yunho was home until his bedroom door opened.
”Dude are you fucking serious? I’m trying to slee-“ Yunho paused, looking at the sweaty, burning San squirming on his bed.
San is sweating bullets, his body heating up too quickly, his mind in some sort of haze. He feels like he’s in pain as he’s holding himself, trying to comfort and calm down his body.
He knows he either needs a toy or needs a partner to help but he doesn’t want to find an omega nor does he want to go out and buy one. It’s just awkward, and being in his safe zone, his comfort zone is what makes him feel more at ease.
San barely registers Yunho before anger fills his body, “Get the hell out of my room!” He yells, but his voice is broken and desperation leaks into his tone.
Yunho gulps before shaking his head, “You are the one being loud at the asscrack of dawn! If anyone should be mad it’s me!” He says annoyed, but he’s approaching San slowly.
San’s body kicks into threat mode but he can’t do much because he forgot how weak his body is now that he's in a rut. This happened before, he hates not being in control of his actions, feeling weak.
”Get the fuck out of my room Jeong Yunho.” San sits up, his voice full of venom, his body fighting itself, trying to ignore the burning sensation that's running through every part of his veins.
Yunho comes closer, and he can smell San, the faint hint of coffee leaking through whatever it is. San is one move away from punching the living daylights out of Yunho.
“You- fuck. No, I'm not leaving.” Yunho says sternly.
What is Yunho’s problem? When he gets even closer to San, his legs touching the side of his bed, San lunges at him. He’s bigger, he should be able to overpower him. The only advantage Yunho has is his height. San will “let his instincts take over” and show him who's really in charge because it always felt like he was. There’s no way a lean guy would be able to even hold him down, he's stronger. Of course, immediately ignoring the fact that he’s weak right now, just wanting to pick a fight with his roommate.
It all happened so fast, one moment he was trying to attack him, almost succeeding, and now he's pinned against his own bed. The taller man holding down his wrists with such force it shocks San.
”What the fuck? Let go of me!” San growls, thrashing underneath him.
San glares at the man, his wrists trapped underneath Yunho’s big hand, pinned above his head. He looks at Yunho with such hatred in his eyes he forgets his body is fighting just to knot something.
Why does San feel even hotter?
There’s some part of his body that's wanting to submit, being overpowered like this makes him feel some type of way.
”No San. You’re going into a rut. I can help- please.” Yunho says, trying to calm him down. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”
Maybe it was his rut-ridden brain that's yelling at him to accept the offer but the other part is yelling at him that his dignity is on the line and he's going to lose his virginity to a guy he hates, who he swore will never be near him, how Yunho is just a fuckboy who just wants sex and dumps every omega at the nearest street to forget about them.
There's something deep down that San is missing. Ever since Wooyoung started coming around, Yunho has not invited a partner over at all, in fact he would just be cooped up in his room and San would barely hear a thing besides some whimpers of pain or whatever.
”I would rather die!” San yells, trying to kick him off.
He is doing every possible thing to try and force Yunho off, to fight him. With the way he’s moving, the way he’s restrained under Yunho doesn’t work as he feels his body tire out as Yunho pins his wrists with more force against the bed. He’s trying to fight his way out, the way people tell him “alphas” do.
”Calm down.”
The voice- the alpha voice.
It was rare that an alpha could use it on another alpha, since typically it would be used to show dominance towards others in the olden days, some alphas had the ability to use the voice while it was mainly a gene that was shut down over time.
San’s body relaxed against his will, his mind calming down and the thrashing gradually stopped. San did not like how his body immediately listened to the man, the man he hated, the oh so attractive man he absolutely despised.
“San. If you really want me to go I will. But I do want to help you, despite what you think of me.” Yunho tries, his voice calm, collected.
San feels like he can’t think at all besides his body wanting to feels some type of relief. His dignity is on the line but he's thinking about his comfort first.
He sighs, ”F-fine. Please help me.” San grunts out and then the pressure on his wrists is let go and then he watches as Yunho leaves.
What the hell? What was the point in asking if he’s just going to leave?
But just before San knew, Yunho returned with a bottle of some sort and sets it near the bed. The bed dips with Yunho’s weight and San stares at him, trying to figure out what the other alpha is thinking.
Yunho begins to approach him once more, gradually climbing over the man before leaning down and capturing his lips into a soft kiss. San doesn’t like how his body reacts, how it craves more, how his mind is slowly calming down more and more. He kisses him with such tenderness it makes San forget he hates the guy.
As they kiss, the room filling with soft moans, San accidentally whimpers when Yunho breaks the kiss and Yunho stares at him appalled.
”What?” San asks and it feels like a switch has flipped inside Yunho.
”I’m gonna fuck you so good you wont be able to walk straight.” Yunho’s voice turns dark, and there's this weird look on his face that San can’t figure out.
”Lets see if you even can.” San challenges and boy was it a mistake.
Yunho stares at him once more before pouncing right back onto the smaller man.
”You are going to regret that,” Yunho’s kiss is less gentle, more dominating and his hands begin to wander San’s body. Yunho’s hand trails up his shirt, covering San’s entire belly and he takes a note of that.
His wandering hand travel further up, tweaking around San’s nipple and San jerks away. Breaking the kiss as he’s trying to make sense of why it feels so good, but overwhelming at the same time.
Yunho’s hand follows San’s movements as San continues to try and escape the sensation, San tries so hard to keep silent, he does not want to give Yunho the satisfaction of making him feel good.
“Hold still,“ Yunho grits out and San turns away.
Why would he even listen to Yunho anyway? He’s only here because he’s in rut, thats all. That doesn’t mean he will cooperate.
San continues to squirm before he feels Yunho’s hand leave his skin to hold San’s face to look him dead in the eyes.
“If you want this to be easy for you, I recommend not being a brat.” Yunho’s tone is domineering and San will not take that, but he begrudgingly listens as he allows Yunho to begin to undress him when he releases his face from his hands.
As Yunho strips San of his clothing, kissing him in between San begins to spit out insults whenever and wherever he can.
“Just because you have height doesn’t mean you have a big dick, I bet you’re like, four inches max, small as fuck!” San is using fighting words that is digging him his own grave, and Yunho just smiles, not saying anything before their last article of clothing is thrown across the room and San looks down.
Shit.
Yunho is not four inches like San had falsingly claimed.
It’s hard, pre-cum shining on the tip, eight inches long, thick and curved, veins in all the right places, and worst of all…
Yunho is absolutely huge.
San feels like his stomach dropped out of his ass. There is absolutely no way Yunho will fit. There is no way he will be able to take that. San guesses that Yunho can read his shocked and somewhat scared expression. San feels like he has bitten off more than he can chew and he is going to face the consequences sooner or later.
Hot, big-dicked, and tall? Save some for the rest of them.
”Gonna back out? Thought I was too small hm?” Yunho taunts as he starts coming closer and San’s heart feels like it's going to beat out of his chest.
San stays silent, forcing himself to look away as he tries to ignore the heat that's building more throughout his body. San is starting to get confused himself, he thought alphas don’t get scared, thought it was in their nature, but why does he feel like this? Some part of him likes feeling nervous underneath him, and he does not want to come to terms with that.
Yunho pauses, looking around somewhere and San feels like he’s in the clear before he’s being pulled to the edge of the bed, where his full body mirror sits perfectly across from.
“Since you don’t want to look at me, I’ll make you watch one way or another.” Yunho whispers as his chest presses against San’s back and San is devastated when he looks into the mirror with Yunho behind him, only his body shown behind him for only San to realize.
San looks small next to Yunho.
Yunho’s broad shoulders completely engulf San’s body and he watches as Yunho’s long, big hands travel down his body. San attempts to look away, to cover his eyes with his hands, but his attempts fail as his hands are now shoved underneath Yunho’s thighs, his weight holding his hands there. San is basically trapped, he can barely move.
Yunho’s arms, his hands feel too hot on San’s body, the way they touch his waist, then slowly trail down his body more and more. San can only close his eyes so he doesn’t have to watch himself in the mirror. Yunho is continuing to watch him carefully, not saying anything yet until he wraps his hand around San’s length.
San jolts, his eyes opening as he looks down, watching it as it’s engulfed in Yunho’s large hand before Yunho begins to move.
San yelps, starting to thrash around again, trying to escape, but his hands are trapped and he’s at Yunho’s mercy right now.
”I barely began and you’re already this squirmy? How sensitive are you?” Yunho asks, some curiosity in his voice.
”W-what is it to you? I’m not-“ San tries to remain strong but is cut off with one stroke of Yunho’s hand and he gasps. “I- ugh- I’m not sensitive!” He tries to fight back but his body is betraying his every word.
His lies are evident and Yunho doesn’t say much, San can’t see him but he can feel the stupid grin Yunho has on his face. “Yeah, totally not sensitive.” Yunho mocks, he’s just playing with him at this point, San is a mess.
He hums and continues to stroke San and San is holding back, trying to make it seem like he’s not enjoying it, like he’s not feeling good, but his scent starts to leak even more. His scent-blocking lotion is wearing off and it’s starting to fuel Yunho’s arousal.
”Come on, look at yourself.” Yunho says, his hand moving faster, and San continues to try and fight him, avoiding eye contact with the mirror by any means necessary.
Yunho isn’t having any part of it, he’s getting impatient, so with his free hand, he grabs San’s chin and forces him to look at the mirror. San stares as he looks flushed against Yunho’s chest already, when everything just started and he’s already red, and he looks pathetic.
”See? It’s not that hard.” Yunho taunts as he continues to stroke him, his hand twisting and San tries to fight back his moans, but he can't as it leaks through uncontrollably.
“Look at you.” Yunho coos. “My perfect, sensitive boy..”
San moans wantonly, wanting to get away from the pleasure but also wanting to give in. Yunho watches his every move, his every jitter, every fall and rise of his chest that moves in rapid succession. San tries to growl at Yunho, but he can’t as every act of aggression he displays is quickly shut down with Yunho’s lips, his hands, his everything.
Yunho smiles, leaning down to kiss the side of San’s neck, licking and leaving marks all on the side of it. San arches his back off of Yunho, trying to get away but Yunho is quicker, already wrapping his hand around San’s neck to pull him in closer as his other hand works San’s cock. Its red, twitching with every movement and pulsing in Yunho’s hand. San can’t keep quiet, he’s moaning and letting loud whimpers leak escape his mouth as Yunho’s hand begins to move faster. Letting Yunho pull sound after sound out of him. There’s a pressure that begins to form in his belly as Yunho continues to lick and nip at his scent glands. The smell of a warm coffee flowing through the air is stronger than before.
San lets out a loud whine, “I- ugh- fuck- I think I’m gonna cum,” he gasps out, the pressure tightening on the sides of his neck by Yunho’s hand as the other alpha hears it.
”Yeah? Are you?” Yunho asks innocently, continuing to kiss his neck, jerking him off with precisions as he twists his wrist around San’s cockhead.
Yunho smears San’s precum all over his cock, coating his cock in a sticky layer as he twists, making San let out loud whimpers despite his combativeness from earlier. San feels like he’s at his mercy and all he wants to do is get some sort of relief, anything to just let go.
“Yes- yes, please I’m gonna-“ San whines, the pressure building up more and more before Yunho grips him tighter, preventing San from releasing anything.
His cock twitches in Yunho’s hand and then nothing comes out. San whines, trying to escape from Yunho as he was just denied his orgasm.
“Why would you do that?” San yells in annoyance, “I was so close!”
San whines, trying to chase the high again, trying to rut into Yunho’s hand once more to make himself finish. Yunho’s grip is unwavering, not allowing him to move at all, which provides no relief for the poor alpha’s cock.
Yunho doesn’t say much but then he continues to jerk him again, making sure San is ripped from the peak of it all just to bring it back to him to dangle it in his face. He does this multiple times, denying him his release until San feels like hes about to cry. San feels like his body turned to mush as he is forced to watch himself fall apart in the mirror. Watching as Yunho jerks him off until he’s on the brink of his orgasm and then releasing it just to watch his hard, red cock twitch in the air.
When Yunho feels kind enough, he moves San in a way where he’s bent over his lap, kneading his cheeks. It takes San a bit to register what was going on, that his hands are now free before he hears the cap of the lube bottle opening and cold, wet fingers rubbing at his entrance.
”W-what are you-“ San begins to ask before he’s cut off with a one finger going inside, trying to stretch him out.
”Opening you up. You need to be prepped before you can take me,” Yunho says nonchalantly and San tries to muster up some strength to bark out another insult before he feels another finger.
Yunho’s finger curls at the areas, thrusting in and out, pulling out loud moans and whimpers from San. It curls at one specific spot making San yelp.
”I don’t- ah!” San yelps loudly, his words dying on his lips as Yunho’s finger finds his prostate and Yunho grins. He begins to abuse that spot, probing and massaging it as he could. Thrusting harshly with his fingers and driving San to a brink of oversensitivity again.
San is still trying to fight, but his tough facade is slowly breaking as his mind is beginning to turn to mush, Yunho stretching him out on his fingers with expertise as he adds more fingers. ”Fuck- I’m gonna cum..” San whimpers and Yunho stops once more, edging him for how many times he did before, his fingers leaving San as he clenches around nothing.
It’s a horrid feeling, San feels empty. But is he going to admit that to his worst enemy? No!
San seriously feels like he’s going to cry, being denied over and over again. “Y-you’re so mean!” He whines loudly, tears beginning to form as he pushes himself off of Yunho’s lap weakly.
It’s embarrassing for San really, throwing words at Yunho’s face just to be reduced to a whiny mess and complaining at how he’s being treated. He tries to turn himself over but then he feels himself being pulled onto Yunho’s lap, facing him as he watches Yunho lay down.
”Mean? I’m just… giving you an incentive.” Yunho says calmly.
There’s a change in the air when Yunho pauses, like he’s planning something.
Yunho’s back rests completely against the bedsheets, leading San to sit above his pelvis. ”Since you said I was ‘four inches’ you are going to ride me and take every inch, understand?” His voice stern and unwavering.
San’s stomach has solidified into a rock and is now plummeting down, hitting the Earth’s core. Ride Yunho? Sure. Fine. It should be a piece of cake, he will prove Yunho wrong once and for all.
San pouts at the thought of having to do work. But trying to remain in control, which he had none of, he shakingly holds Yunho’s tip to his entrance to guide it and then slowly sinking down.
The stretch burns, he wants to leave, as soon as he even attempts to get off of Yunho’s cock, the alpha’s big hands wrap around his hips to hold him in place. San is starting to regret calling Yunho small.
He can’t take Yunho.
“Ah. ah.” Yunho tuts, “You said you didn’t need to be stretched out, that I’m ‘small’. Are you backing out now?” His taunting words makes San burn with embarrassment that he can’t take his words back.
San doesn’t say anything, gritting his teeth as he slowly sinks down on Yunho’s cock, inch by inch. The burn gets more and more intense, filling him up completely.
He doesn’t think he will even last five more minutes. The burn is starting to feel good, but he feels overwhelmed despite not even being halfway on Yunho’s cock. His pace is slow, agonizing.
This isn’t a rut relief, this is torture.
San guesses he’s being too slow before Yunho plants his feet on the bed and thrusts the remaining inches into San. It all happens so quickly and unexpectedly that he keels over in shock.
He wasn’t expecting it, loudly moaning before he cums all over Yunho’s stomach, shaking on top of him as tears begin to fall from his eyes.
“Wow.” Yunho says shocked. “I wasn’t expecting that.” His eyes wander to the bulge in San’s stomach, he moves his hands closer to feel it and press down on it.
San’s face burns up with shame, his thighs quivering on top of Yunho as he tries to register the length inside him that's touching every spot. If he moves he will seriously fall apart.
“D-don’t look at me.” San says embarrassed, sniffling as he tries to take deep breaths to get used to the feeling.
”How can I not when you look so beautiful like this?” Yunho says softly, his hands move back to his waist running up and down, trying to calm him down.
San takes a deep breath, trying to relax. He then slowly rises up and sinks down again. Yunho lets out a soft groan as San bounces on him slowly. San is trying to get used to the feeling of Yunho inside him but he really can't. Yunho feels too big, filling him out in all the right places that feels overwhelming.
San has absolutely no skill in this, too slow to the point Yunho begins fucking him just by thrusting up in him. San moans loudly as he tries to rise up again to attempt to escape the feeling.
“Such a princess arent you? Can’t even ride me properly after all that talk.” Yunho groans, “Fuck, you’re really tight.” He moans out and when he feels San moving again, he grabs his hips harshly, surely leaving marks that will last until tomorrow.
San reacts to the name, anger stewing in his chest but what can he do? All he has been doing is crying on Yunho’s cock. He’s sure if he can watch himself, he will look like a mess.
”I’m not a princess!” San’s voice breaks as his back arches, his hands resting on Yunho’s chest. “I’m not.. I am not a princess-“ He chants as his body is overwhelmed by the feeling of Yunho inside him, whatever he’s saying, he’s trying to have some dignity (or whatever) is left.
Yunho chuckles and then stops for a bit, like hes thinking before he switches their positions and San is now lying on his back, catching his breath. San seems blissed out as Yunho starts thrusting inside him again. San can’t describe the feeling, it feels so good and too much at the same time. His eyes roll back to his head as he tries to not look at Yunho who is staring deep into his eyes, which of course doesn’t work as Yunho forces him to look him in the eyes again by following his direction of where he looks. Seriously, what is his problem?
San’s thighs begin to shake even more, his moans getting louder paired with whimpers as his mind began to blank, his eyes hazing over. He begins babbling nonsense that Yunho can barely make out. Throughout this, San can smell him, the smell of a warm caramel and wood paired with San’s coffee scent mixing in the air.
San’s mouth moves before he can think.
“A-Alpha.. more…” San moans, “K-knot, wan’ your knot..” He gasps and cries, tears flowing down his face.
Yunho stares at him, his eyes getting darker before leaning down to kiss him and San’s arms instinctively wrap around his neck. Yunho is basically claiming his mouth, like he’s trying to remember this forever. But Yunho’s thrusts scream that they hate San as he’s putting him through his mattress.
Yunho looks down, watching San’s stomach as it bulges and moves with every thrust that he makes. He moans at the sight once more, growling at it before he grabs the back of San’s thigh and pushes it towards his chest. The position makes San’s legs rest on Yunho’s shoulders and has Yunho hitting spots deeper than before.
”Look at you, falling apart on my cock,” Yunho rasps. “All that talk for nothing. Look where it’s gotten you, nowhere.” His voice is venomous, taunting, and it makes San feel some type of way that he can’t explain.
Yunho pulls his cock out, leaving just the tip inside San before he slams right back into him. San’s tears continue to fall, moaning and gasping with each hiccup. His mind is only thinking about getting knotted, submitting to the man on top of him, he feels so good he can barely register it.
“What do you say to me hm? Am I still too small for you? Because to me you sound so needy, so fucking pathetic for me.” Yunho’s voice is deep and taunting, and San can’t help but arch up with his thrusts, shaking with every movement.
”Yes- yes, I’m sorry alpha..” San sobs, “Please knot- I want your knot please!” San begs hopefully to make him take some mercy on him.
There's some sort of switch that flips inside Yunho’s head. Watching the man that hates him for what seems to be no reason at all, begging and whining for him. Calling him ‘alpha’, it stirs something inside him.
“Hm, begging for my knot like this. Can’t even look at without wanting to tear my face off, but you can beg me to fill you up? Do you even deserve it?” Yunho chuckles as he drives into him more and more.
He can feel his knot beginning to grow, his loud grunts filling the room alongside San’s moans. San feels like he’s in heaven, babbling incoherently as tears stream down his face. San can’t keep his legs up as they fall back down, which Yunho lets as they wrap weakly around his hip.
Yunho smirks, feeling his knot grow with every thrust, the sounds of their skin slapping together as Yunho’s hips flush against San’s ass. “I will knot you, my pretty, don't worry.” His voice is deep, but it sounds so caring to San and it messes with his head.
“S-so good- Too much!” San moans, his nails digging into Yunho’s back as he pulls him closer, His chin rests on his shoulder as their bodies are now flushed together. “Feels so good, alpha..” San mewls, his breath hot on Yunho’s ear that makes him moan.
Yunho hums at San’s words, his knot continues to grow bigger before it catches on, locking them in place as they both moan loudly, San shaking underneath him his body feels overstimulated, coming together. San can’t knot anything but the little space between their bodies. They’re both gasping for air, sweating as San’s eyes are lidded, barely looking at Yunho as his breathing begins to return to normal.
San feels full, not even registering the way Yunho bulges in his stomach, he feels warm and content.
The room reeks of sex, sweat, and their mixed scents together, San feels exhausted, He begins to close his eyes, drifting off into a sleep as they’re locked together.
Yunho looks at the man underneath him, marks littering his neck and exhaustion written all over his face. But most of all, he takes in the look of calmness on San’s face, like he didn’t look at Yunho with such disdain.
After a moment, Yunho’s knot softens and he pulls out, watching his seed leak from San’s hole in a thick trickle. He’s transfixed on it before he leaves to grab a warm towel and slowly but carefully wiping him down of his cum and sweat. San looks peaceful, Yunho’s heart throbs at the sight of the man.
Yunho carefully lays down next to San, pulling him close as his arms wrap around San’s tapered waist. Then they both drift off to sleep. San will deal with the rest later, when he wakes up.
..
When San opens his eyes it’s the late afternoon, his lower back is sore, his throat feels hoarse. When the memories come flooding back to him, he remembers moaning underneath Yunho.
He remembers everything and how Yunho saw him like that.
His face flushes red as he picks the clothes off the floor to wear and limps out of his bedroom. When he enters the kitchen he sees Yunho there. He can’t bring himself to be spiteful towards him so just sits at the counter.
“Oh look, someone’s awake. Did you have a good time?” Yunho teases, looking at the disheveled San in front of him.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Don’t let it get to your head.” San grumbles.
“Well I wouldn’t but I remember someone oh so sweetly begging me-” Yunho laughs as San throws a towel at him.
San can’t believe he let this dumb alpha see him like that, all pathetic, begging, like he was made for Yunho. He also can’t believe he’s still walking because his back hurts so badly. It wasn’t like any other workout sessions he’s had where the pain was just sore, no it was all over and most of all, he can barely walk. San is pissed. He’s pissed at Yunho, pissed at allowing himself to indulge a little. Pissed at himself for feeling good when he was under him. San is moody all day, opting for a large sweater that covers his neck. He still hates the guy even if he made him cum multiple times.
San’s rut lasts the entire week, the thoughts about getting his rut blockers back is only lucid when he’s not getting fucked by Yunho. He yells at him, tries to be as annoying as possible but all of it is shut down when Yunho pins him to his bed and fucks him so deep he forgets about it.
When his rut is finally over he returns to class with a giant hoodie that covers his neck, strings pulled so far it looks like he’s going to choke himself. San still growls at him at every point possible, avoiding him as much as he can despite being in all of the same classes and being roommates.
He’s more annoyed at the fact he can barely get his usual reps in at the gym because of how sore his lower back and upper thighs are. Stupid Yunho. Stupid dumb alpha, thinks he’s all that. When San glances at Yunho, the taller looking at him with a stupid grin. He hates it. Fuck Jeong Yunho and fuck his big dick.
He hates Yunho.
…
”I fucking hate the guy!” San grits his teeth, drinking his coffee in anger as Wooyoung sits across from him.
Wooyoung looks at him with a sorry but pondering expression, “Well, you did let him knot you.. And you said it was the best thing ever… And yo-“
“Okay! Okay. I get it.” San says waving his hand to stop Wooyoung from talking. He sighs, his head dropping to his hands as he pulls his hair back.
“Well what do you suggest I do? I live with the guy! He’s just going to be an annoying pest!” San exclaims, his palm hitting the table dramatically.
San seethes at the idea of befriending Jeong Yunho. He would rather swallow 10,000 hot rocks before he even shakes hands with him. How could he ever become friends with someone as stupid as him? His anger starts to seep through, his nearly quiet scent starting to become loud with spoiled coffee. Wooyoung cringes at the smell, waving San off.
San takes a deep breath, making his scent return back to normal as he stares at the empty drink in front of him.
“You could try to befriend him. What else do you hate about him besides him existing?”
San opens his mouth to talk, but then nothing comes out. Fuck. He hates when Wooyoung is right. He sighs, taking a deep breath and then out again. If he wants to get through his four years then he should try to work it out with him.
“I hate you.”
“I love you too Sannie.”
…
San begrudgingly doesn’t go straight to his room and locks himself up, he only goes in there to change and then sits on the couch, turning on a game and playing whatever is there. San plays for a while, when he dies for the 100th he exhales loudly in frustration until he hears a voice.
“What level are you on?”
“Jesus-” San’s head whips towards the voice, fingers almost hitting the exit button before he realizes it’s just Yunho. His body begins to rise with anger at the mere sight of him, but remembering Wooyoung’s words, he will attempt a civil conversation with him.
“Um, I think level 58.” San forces out, it’s something that feels foreign on his tongue. He hasn’t really talked to him besides short answers and angry stares at Yunho.
Yunho bites his lip, thinking about something before sitting down next to him, gesturing for the controller. San hands it to him and his eyes flick from the controller to the T.V.
“That level is tricky, I died a lot on it as well, you just have to time it right.” He says and San looks as he watches Yunho play and get it in one fell swoop as San was stuck for hours. “See? These games are weird and confusing, but once you get the mechanics down it becomes really easy.” Yunho smiles at the younger alpha.
San nods along, Yunho handing him back the controller and he goes to leave. As Yunho stands up, San reacts, grabbing his arm, “Wait- um…” Yunho looks at him in surprise, then San lets go.
San chews on his lower lip, “Do you want to stay here? Just.. hang out for a bit.” He finishes, looking down in embarrassment at his awkward words.
Yunho looks at him softly, “Sure.”
…
San doesn’t know what changed after that, but he started to try and get to know Yunho. He still wanted his blockers but he was starting to get lazy to try and get them. He did apologize to Yunho about how he acted at the beginning and now they became civil.
He came to his (unwilling) realization that Yunho was not that bad to be around. It was a slow and very painful process for San to come to face the facts with.
He’s funny, nice, sweet, a big golden retriever who's also great at games. Maybe villainizing him for the first year or so wasn’t a good idea after all, he missed out on a lot.
But their new found friendship also came with some… benefits. A handjob here and there, blowjob, in the shower, on the couch, wherever.
Yunho was basically insatisable.
“You’re like a big horny dog! Get off of me!” San yells as he pushes Yunho away as he kisses his neck.
Yunho laughs and steps away before they go to the couch to watch a random movie.
San thinks back to the post-first time apartment introduction to where he would complain to Wooyoung about Jeong Yunho every single time to now basically telling Wooyoung that they're in a friends with benefits situation.
Wooyoung wants to know all the details of course but most of all, he can smell San better. The beta relaxes in his scent, saying “You smell like the coffee shop we always go to, it’s nice.” Of course he interrogates him for hours, wanting every single detail but now they all hang out together from time to time. San likes to pretend that he doesn’t notice Yunho staring at Wooyoung when he holds San a little too close, or when they’re laughing a little too hard.
San smiles and continues on the rest of his days.
But the thing is, San doesn’t even notice how protective Yunho is of him when they go out in public.
With San’s soft demeanor and ambiguous scent, people tend to jump to the conclusion that he's an omega. (Harmful stereotypes he’s oblivious to). He doesn’t notice when someone approaches him and immediately backs off because Yunho is right behind him, glaring at anyone who comes near him, a low growl rumbling in his chest.
San is oblivious to all of it.
Maybe it is something new that he enjoys and basks in, but there’s something impending that he can’t quite taste and the small part of him that is trying to ignore whatever it is that he feels.
But with new friends, and pushing his way through college everything will be fine for him. He hopes.