Archive of Our Own ^beta

“I don’t really feel anything,”

“Are you… fucking se… serious right now…?”

“Well I guess we can keep going until I feel something?”

“Why are you smiling… Ah!”

Chan finds his legs tangled in Wonwoo’s, his scent fighting in the air as he tries to catch his breath. Wonwoo never seems to grow tired when they do this, is this much stamina normal for a beta? Chan has asked himself the same question, maybe more times than his fingers can count.

Wonwoo was Chan’s penetration relief buddy, or what Hoshi likes to call it, and it was not abnormal to see them all sweaty laced with each others warmth — but Wonwoo was a beta, one that couldn’t tell when Chan’s heat was about to bite Wonwoo’s dick off. Chan had to practically throw his pride away to ask him for that “penetration relief”.

Well of course pride was one of Chan’s biggest strengths, he could only last for so long before having to go back to act like he didn’t beg a beta for dick, Wonwoo found that amusing. The change in personality was one of Wonwoo’s few turn ons. The same face that cries his name as his makeup smudges on the freshly changed silk sheets, looked back at him with a stern expression, maybe a smile could peek through but the guilt would always glimmer in his eyes.

“Hyung, I think we should just stop this.” Chan’s grip on Wonwoo’s wrist loosened as he bit his lips and slowly looked at his shoes in embarrassment. This was almost like a routine for them, they were no strangers to these words and yet the same churning feeling in their heart always felt new.

Wonwoo knew his place, he couldn’t answer with words and only nodded and hummed in response. The both of them weren’t partners, they weren’t even friends to begin with, they were just fuck-buddies, there was no need for further discussion and they knew, if it ends then it ends.

What were they talking about again?

Something about sheets? Hot and sweaty? Chan finds himself in the same situation as usual on a random Friday night, only a couple days after telling Wonwoo to end this pseudo relationship between them. Wonwoo had his hands on Chan’s throat, trying to be gentle on the omega who had just finished his dance practice. Was this why their sex was always fluid? Chan’s movements were almost natural, like he knew what Wonwoo wanted, always.

Wonwoo stared below him, Chan was begging, he was crying for Wonwoo as he stopped moving, Chan’s response being taking the lead himself, tears rolling down as he did.

“…”

“Hyung?”
“Wonwoo hyung? Are you okay?”

“If I was an alpha,

I’d fuck you until your body can only bear my children,”

“Hyung what are you—“

There it was, Wonwoo’s glasses fogged as his vision blurred. Chan’s cries grew louder as he felt each and every thrust that Wonwoo wanted him to feel. Wonwoo gripped at Chan’s wrists and Chan could hear his voice cracking calling out to Wonwoo’s name, his name rolling on his tongue like honey, sweet and raw.

Maybe it was because of the tests and exams but Wonwoo seems to be more excited, his hair wet from the sweat, his legs shaking and he felt like his heart was about to jump out of his chest. The lights shone on his face, and Chan could tell Wonwoo was attractive, maybe more than the alphas he spent time with. Wonwoo knew all of Chan’s good spots, listened well and knew exactly what Chan needed at that moment.

Chan knew not to ask for something that he himself knows he can’t handle, but he pulled Wonwoo close and whispered into his ear,

“Let’s see if this slut of yours can bear your children.”

Nothing wrong with wanting to experiment, how else did he know Wonwoo was the most compatible with him?

Chan closed his eyes and just let his body feel it all for him. They went at it until Chan’s dance class alarm went off.

There were times where Chan lied about his heat, maybe he missed Wonwoo, maybe he wanted Wonwoo and maybe Wonwoo knew,

But to hell with pride let’s just fuck.