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leviackermanscleaningbuddy · 11 months ago

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SKZ DRABBLE-OT8

The one where the fire department is called. And Nirvana might not just be a word on a hoodie. or The twenty-sixth installment of the Skz!Pack Prequel series.

Tags: SKZ, Stray Kids, Stay, SKZ!Pack, Pack!prequel, ot8, bang chan, lee minho, seo changbin, hwang hyunjin, lee felix, han jisung, kim seungmin, yang jeongin, skz smut, skz fluff, skz angst, skz imagines, skz reactions, skz scenarios, abo, a/b/o, skz abo, alpha beta omega, femreader, poly!skz

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Light Smut

Title: Emergency Stop

12 Hours Earlier

Chan sighs heavily and leans back in his chair, spinning a few aimless circles as he lets his gaze wander across the tiled ceiling of the student studio.

He listens to the sound of fingers clicking across keyboards, the quiet hum of equipment, and then announces finally, to no one in particular, just to get it off his chest, “I think she’s avoiding me.” Hongjoong pulls his headphones off his ears, letting them drop down around his neck, as he turns from his current project to stare at Chan in exasperation, one dark brow arched.

“I think that’s a little dramatic, mate.”

“Wellllllll-” Changbin hems from the other side of the room, a grimace going across his features, as he swivels in his chair to face them, not quite meeting Chan’s gaze.

Chan bolts upright, his voice loud with triumph. “Ah ha! I knew it!”

“Oh my goood.” Hongjoong groans, scrubbing at his face with his hands, before he must decide that they’re not worth the trouble, turning back to his computer and pulling his headphones back up- on both ears this time.

Changbin’s lips twist to the side in an obvious guilt ridden expression, his dark eyes finally meeting Chan’s.

Chan feels his stomach drop as he regards his best friend and packmate’s worry.

“What?” He asks, suddenly breathless, leaning forward in the office chair, his alpha suddenly on high alert. “What did I do? How did I fuck it up? You gotta tell me how to fix it, Bin, it’s fucking with my head.”

Changbin reaches up to rub at the back of his neck, Chan recognizes the nervous gesture, and clears his throat, his eyes darting around the room, as if trying to focus on anything except the man in front of him.

“You didn’t do anything, hyung. I swear to god, but I can’t tell you anything else, because (Y/N) will fucking eat me alive.”

“She is pretty fucking scary.” Hongjoong chimes in once more, glancing over his shoulder at Chan, his fingers paused on the mouse. “Almost in Seonghwa’s league. Almost.”

Chan glances back to Changbin, who is nodding avidly along in agreement with what the other alpha is saying.

Chan’s alpha is growling at his mate’s resistance, at the way he’s holding back, even if he knows how to fix this whole mess, but he takes in a deep, steadying breath, and clamps his hands in his lap, willing the angry wolf back down.

“Bin.” He tries again, glancing back to the other man, his voice steady, calm, imploring. “You gotta tell me something. If I don’t know what’s wrong, I can’t fix it, and I’m going crazy over here.” Changbin’s chest heaves with a sigh, and then he swallows, Chan watches the way his Adam's apple bobs, as he looks up to the ceiling, as if for some form of silent approval.

Finally, he sighs again, audibly this time, and rakes a hand agitatedly through his dark hair.

“Fine.”

Chan feels his entire body tense, waiting on what comes next.

He can sense a headache starting to pound to life behind his left eye.

He doesn’t know if it’s because of the current situation, or because he hasn’t really seen you much over the last week, and his alpha is taking direct note of the loss of contact.

Changbin shakes his head slightly to himself, as if he can’t believe what he’s going to say, going to reveal, and then he grits out, “She’s worried about something she said.”

Chan’s mind races, going over every tiny interaction the two of you have had in the last week and a half.

Nothing significant comes to mind.

“What?” He asks, puzzled, as if Changbin can reveal the clues to him.

Instead, the other alpha gives a half hearted shrug.

“I dunno, hyung. She wouldn’t tell me anything besides that. I’m sorry, man.”

Chan shakes his head, still analyzing every time you’ve spoken, or interacted, since he saw you during Jeongin’s heat.

Honestly, it wasn’t much, considering you’d been avoiding him at all costs.

He manages a weak grin, and stands, walking over to pat Changbin on the back.

“Nah, it’s fine, mate. Thanks for telling me that much. I’ll figure it out.”

Changbin glances up at him, expression unreadable, and gives a curt nod, already reaching for his headphones again.

“She feels things really fucking deeply. Deeper than the rest of us. Sometimes she just needs a little space to figure it out. But she cares about you, hyung. A lot. She wouldn’t be this fucking worried if she didn’t.”

Chan grips his shoulder a little tighter, a silent sign of acknowledgement, and goes back to his own work station.

He knows Changbin’s right. Knows he speaks from experience.

So why is his stomach still in knots?

*******

Fuck.

Your eyes dart around the small kitchen, helplessly looking for an escape route, before they settle on the two men sitting at the table, staring you down.

You clear your throat, and try to work up an easy smile.

“You were talking about me? I’m flattered Min.”

Minho’s smirk widens, growing sharp and dangerous, as if he knows exactly what you’re trying to do.

You’re sure he does.

He pats the chair beside him, in the middle of he and Chan.

“Have a seat.”

You can’t think of literally anything worse in this moment, your skin already hot underneath Chan’s stare, your fingers itching at your side, your alpha begging you to please get the fuck out of here already.

You take a step backward, back toward the safety of the hallway.

“That’s okay, I actually was just leaving to go on a run.”

Minho’s brow arches a little higher.

“At eleven PM?”

There is amusement in his tone, as if he knows he’s caught you in an outright lie.

You give a little shrug, and take another step toward the door.

“I do my best running at night. Must be the wolf in me.”

You don’t dare look at Chan, not when he’s right here, staring at you, expression unreadable. He hasn’t said one word since you entered the room, and you can practically feel your body withering from the shame of his heavy gaze.

It’s like he can see right through you, and you need to get out of here, right now.

“Anyway-” You’re halfway into the hallway now, the front door, your shining savior, within sight. You give the men a little wave and another unconvincing, weak smile. “-gotta go. Have fun.”

You dart for the front door, nearly bowling an emerging Jisung over, sending his popcorn flying.

“Hey!” He protests with a glare in your direction, but you don’t stop, tugging on your sneakers with record speed, before you barrel out the door of the apartment.

“Sorry, Jisungie!” You call over your shoulder, because you are, but honestly, in times of crisis-

You can breathe easier out here, in the quiet darkness of the dorm hallway, even though you’re still practically jogging, headed directly for the elevator.

You’re making a beeline for your dorm a few floors down, and you’re staying locked up in there until Chan decides to leave.

Well, not leave, because he lives here too, but at least until he decides to go back to his own kitchen and stop talking to Minho about whatever the hell they were discussing.

You slide through the gap of the doors in the elevator before they’re fully open, and pound the second floor button a few more times than necessary, catching your breath as you wait for the doors to close.

They’re almost down to a sliver, and you think you’ve gotten away with your hasty escape, when an arm shoots through, bouncing them back open, and Chan steps into view.

Immediately, the breath you’ve just regained leaves your body, as he joins you in the elevator, the doors hissing shut quietly behind him.

There’s silence, the space suddenly feeling smaller than normal, as you stare him down warily from your corner.

“What-” You start to say, in an attempt at least to fill the uncomfortable quiet, but Chan beats you to it.

“Why are you avoiding me?” He demands, dark eyes flashing, as the elevator jolts into motion.

You brace yourself against the wall, your mouth dropping open at his serious, commanding tone.

“I’m not avoiding you-” You start to protest weakly, the lie sounding unconvincing to even your own ears.

“Bullshit” Chan cuts you off once more with a growl, taking a menacing step toward you, and suddenly, you know, you’re not dealing with Christopher Bang any longer, you’re dealing with his alpha.

His irrational, incredibly pissed off and slighted alpha.

Fuck.

The elevator feels tiny now, saturated with the scent of thunder, and you swallow hard, your own alpha flattening its ears in response.

The sound of a ding signals the arrival of the next floor, and before you can make a move to do something, anything, Chan reaches behind him without a glance, and slams his palm down over the emergency stop button.

The elevator grinds to a sudden halt with an eerie shriek of gears, and then there is silence, all movement ceased.

Your mouth falls open once more, but you feel your own anger flare to life in the pit of your stomach, rising to meet his.

“Chan, what the fuck do you think you’re doing-”

He stalks toward you, and you shrink back into the corner, the cool metal of the hand bar digging into your back.

“Exactly what I should’ve done when this whole nonsense started.” He growls, caging you in as he puts his hands on either side of your head, fingers digging into the slick, cool brushed metal of the elevator’s walls as he glares down at you.

You’re choking on the storm now, your heart pounding against the wall of your ribs.

But you hold your ground regardless, lifting your head as defiance flashes across your gaze, and frost starts to crackle outward from you, freezing the storm.

“Oh? And what’s that? Emergency stop an elevator in a little temper tantrum?”

His dark eyes flash, and a muscle ticks in his jaw, but his voice is steady when he responds.

“If I have to trap you in a room with me to get you to talk over things like an adult, like my mate, then yes.”

You scoff, looking away from his burning gaze.

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

“That’s not what Changbin said.”

Your head jerks up, your angry gaze meeting his.

“Fuck Changbin.”

“I do, and I enjoy it.” Chan fires right back without missing a beat, crowding you into the corner further, his scowl deepening. “But that’s not what we’re here to talk about, is it?”

“I’m not. Avoiding you.” You grind out through gritted teeth, your jaw clicking with the immense pressure of keeping your rage back.

It’s a blatant lie, and you both know it.

Chan’s eyes darken, dripping golden around the pupils now, and when he parts his lips, his teeth flash in what’s almost a snarl, dangerous and threatening.

You can practically feel his alpha’s teeth poised warningly over your exposed throat.

You don’t think you’ve ever seen him this angry before.

“You think-” He begins, and his voice has dropped dangerously, a menacing growl in the back of his throat, a rumble in his chest. “-that even if I was stupid enough not to notice, he wouldn’t?”

Your lips part, ready to spit something back, but something about his words ring true in the hollow pit of your stomach.

He’s right. You could avoid him all you wanted, but your alpha, and his, would know. They were the ones who were suffering because of the distance, keening for their mates.

Fuck, if it was hell for the two of you, it was fucking torture for them.

Chan’s gaze hasn’t wavered from your own, not once, and when he speaks again, his words are just above a murmur, and you don’t miss the way his breath trembles on his next inhale.

“I can’t fucking sleep, (Y/N.) I can’t eat, I can’t study, I can’t produce, I can’t do anything, because every single waking moment is spent trying to figure out what I did wrong and how to fix it.”

You feel guilt drop like a hot pound of lead into the pit of your stomach.

You lean your head back on the wall behind you, and meet his gaze head on, your voice quiet, but steady, when you reply back, “It wasn’t anything you did.”

Confusion starts to pool into his expression, easing some of the anger, and you feel your own fury start to melt away like sand with the tide, leaving your body tired and heavy.

“Then why?” He questions back, gaze boring into your own.

You sigh, and glance behind him to the still blinking emergency stop button, wondering how much time you have before someone notices the elevator hasn’t moved and calls the fire department to rescue the two of you.

That’s all you need right now. Better hurry this up.

“I said something.” You announce without preamble, shifting your gaze to meet his own once more, sudden fear rising like bile in your throat. You force through the feeling, and swallow hard. “The day you asked me for help during Jeongin’s presentation.” Chan watches you closely, silently, and you give a little shrug and half a laugh-it’s awkward, and fleeting, and leaves the space in between you feeling heavier than before.

“And I wasn’t sure if what I’d said-what I’d admitted-made you feel weird. I was scared I’d messed shit up, and I wanted to give you space to deal, if that was the case.”

Chan cocks his head-the motion is endearing, like a puppy-and you resist the urge to reach up and push some of the curls back off his forehead with your fingers.

Confusion is clear on every inch of his features now.

“What did you-” He starts to ask, and then something clicks behind his expression, his eyes going wide and his jaw going slack. “Oh, you mean the love thing.” “Oh my god.” You groan, covering your face with your hands, already feeling your cheeks heat up. “Do we have to call it that?”

When you peek back through your fingers, Chan is smiling, his lips pulled crookedly to one side, the gold fading slowly from his gaze.

“That’s why you were avoiding me? You were worried about that?”

“Yes!” You shriek,a little bit louder than necessary, and Chan’s grin widens even more. “I mean, that’s a fuck of a thing to announce to someone out of the blue, when they’re already dealing with a ton of shit and I didn’t know how you’d take it.”

Chan tilts his head, regarding you. “But you’ve already told me you love me. Once before. Remember?”

You stare at him like he’s just grown another head, and then it clicks.

“That didn’t count!” You cough out, choking on your own spit, waving your hands wildly as you try to regain your breath. “That was like a post fuck thing, I was feeling sappy, I just threw it out there to everyone in general, you guys had just saved me and given me the best orgasm of my life and it wasn’t-” “True?” Chan finishes for you, though there’s no hurt on his face, only slight amusement.

“No!” You protest, growing angry again as you grow more flustered by the second. “It was true, it just wasn’t so-”

“Direct?” Chan tries once again, watching you closely.

“Yeah.” You finish helplessly, your shoulders slumping.

Chan gives a little laugh, and slides one of his large hands down the elevator wall to grip your chin in his fingers, raising your embarrassed gaze to his once more.

His expression softens, the corners of his mouth settling into an affectionate smile, as you struggle a little and try to resist his gaze.

“Baby. Look at me.”

You finally do as he says, reluctantly meeting his eyes, and he arches a brow at you.

The air between you is heavy with ice and storm, but it doesn’t feel so oppressive now.

In fact, the headache you’ve been battling all week seems to be miraculously gone.

Chan’s lips twitch, and you huff at him a little, folding your arms across your chest at his obvious amusement in your sheepishness.

“Listen. If it hasn’t been incredibly fucking clear since the first time I met you that I’m head over heels for you, then I must not be doing enough to prove it to you.”

Your own lips twitch into the hint of a smile then, and you begrudgingly uncross your arms from your chest.

“No, you’re doing enough. Trust me. Following me around like a little lost puppy when I openly hated your guts for the first couple of weeks definitely sold it.”

Chan laughs, and the sound sends warmth cascading down your body.

Your tired muscles feel a little more manageable now.

Chan leans in, and rests his forehead against yours.

You take a moment to breathe him in, and then he murmurs, breath warm on your face, “Now, say it again, but don’t run away this time.”

You smirk, keeping your eyes closed as you whisper back, “There’s not really anywhere for me to go. You saw to that.”

He chuckles, breath fanning across your skin, but doesn’t move to pull away.

You take in a deep breath, and let your hands skim up the warm length of his arms, letting your fingers take him in for a moment, before you breathe out, “I love you, Christopher Bang. Even though I hated your guts, and fucked up a couple of huge things, and you trapped me in an elevator with you-twice, I might add, against my will-I love you, and I don’t think that’s ever not been true.”

Chan opens his eyes, and you stare into the golden flecks of his irises, before he pulls back, and his lips curve into the start of a smirk.

“Now, was that so hard?”

You swing an arm out and hit him lightly in the chest, giving him a fake glare.

“Say it back.”

He grins, and leans in, caging you with his forearms once more against the cool metal behind your head, his nose brushing your own.

“I fucking love you, (Y/N), I always have. Even when you hated my guts. In fact, in retrospect, I think that made me love you even more.”

You giggle, and Chan covers your mouth with his without warning, swallowing the sound.

You let your hands trace up his back and into his hair, fingers tangling in his curls, as he flicks his tongue between the seam of your lips and into your waiting mouth.

The sharp points of his canines graze and tug at your bottom lip, and you moan, breaking the kiss as you let your head fall back to the wall behind you, breathing heavily, as Chan presses kisses down your jaw, the column of your throat, tickling and teasing your skin as he nibbles your collarbone, traces your scent gland with his tongue.

“They’re gonna send the fire department after us, you know.” You gasp out, gaze flicking beyond him once more to the flashing button on the wall, as he drops to his knees in front of you, fingers finding your hip bones.

Chan looks up at you, lips red and kiss bitten, a grin stretching the pink skin over white teeth.

He arches a brow.

“Lucky for you, baby, they’re not incredibly known for their fast response time, and I’m a fairly quick worker.”

You reach out a hand to stop him as he reaches for the closure of your pants, and when he looks up at you in confusion, your lips lift into a smirk.

“What if I told you I wanted to take my time?”

His lips slowly lift into a wicked grin of his own.

“I think we can make that happen.”

********

Your apartment is closer than Chan’s (by one floor, but hey, a floor is a floor), so after apologizing to some severely annoyed alphas who were waiting on the stalled elevator, you push through your front door and Chan doesn’t wait a second before he pounces.

He backs you against the wall of the hallway, his hands dropping to your waist once more, his mouth already on yours.

His tongue swipes around the inside of your mouth, and you groan into him. “About that taking our time thing-”

Chan chuckles huskily, the sound going right to your core, and if you weren’t already incredibly wet before, you sure as hell are now.

There’s a quiet sound behind the two of you and you freeze, leaning up to glance over Chan’s shoulder, suddenly on full alert.

“Jeongin?”

Chan follows your gaze, your mouth open in shock, to the omega standing beside the front door, waving sheepishly to the two of you, his cheeks almost as red as his hair.

“Hey, noona.”

You slip out beneath Chan’s arm and approach him, surprise clearly etched across your face.

“What are you doing here?”

“I was waiting for you.” Jeongin gives a little shrug, but he won’t meet your eyes, embarrassment clear on his pretty features. “You said later earlier and I thought-”

Oh. Fuck.

You let out a sigh, suddenly feeling more than a little remorseful. “Sorry, Innie. I was hanging out at Minho’s and then Chan was there-”

Jeongin glances down, scuffing his shoe into the worn carpet. “No, it’s fine, noona. I was just gonna sneak out when I heard the two of you, but I should’ve known I had no chance when up against a wolf’s hearing.”

His hand reaches for the doorknob, and without thinking, you reach out and stop him.

“Wait-” You swallow, his large, dark eyes flicking to you in surprise. “I mean. You can join us? If you want?”

Jeongin stares at you, his pupils huge.

“What?” Chan approaches, his hand going on your shoulder as he addresses Jeongin. “Yeah, Innie. It’s up to you, but we don’t mind-”

You notice the way Chan reaches up to rub his neck as he speaks, as if he’s just as nervous over this as Jeongin is.

“Don’t feel any pressure.” You hurry to reassure the omega standing in front of you. “I know you don’t have much experience, and one alpha on a good day is a lot, so if this is too overwhelming-”

Jeongin bites his lip and glances between the two of you. Finally, he says hesitantly, voice barely above a whisper, “I think I’d like that. But-” He takes in a nervous breath. “Can I just watch for a little bit first? Would that be okay?”

You smirk. “Oh, so you’re one of those?”

Jeongin instantly flushes, and you rush to reassure him you were only teasing, looping an arm around his shoulders as you lead him back toward your room, Chan following on your heels.

“I’m just kidding, baby. There’s nothing wrong with a little voyeurism. Minho loves to watch.”

“He also loves to boss.” Chan says with a slight smirk, as he steps ahead of you and pushes open the closed door, allowing you both to pass first into the room.

“That he does.” You laugh a little, and then turn to Jeongin. “Okay, pup. Pick your poison.”

Jeongin glances around, clearly still a little shy given the circumstances, and then he settles into the desk chair in the corner of your room, opposite the bed. He pulls his knees up to his chest and nods. “Okay. Just pretend I’m not here.”

Chan has come to stand against your back, tickling his fingers up and down your spine, brushing his nose across the juncture of your throat, and at Jeongin’s words, he groans, and you feel him press into you from behind. He’s still clearly worked up from before, the momentary pause hasn’t even phased him.

“That’s gonna be pretty hard to do when you smell so fucking good, pup.”

Jeongin looks wide eyed at Chan’s throaty admission, and leans over to not so subtly sniff his own shirt. “I don’t smell anything crazy.”

Chan growls in his throat, and you smirk, reaching back to palm him through his jeans. He bucks his hips up into your hand, his fingers digging into your shoulders.

“That’s because you’re used to how you smell, but you’re kinda blooming, Innie. It means your omega has sensed the presence of alphas-pack alphas-and is desperately trying to get our attention.”

“Oh.” Jeongin murmurs, looking suddenly small. “I’m sorry, I can leave-” He makes a move to get up.

“Sit down.” You command, and his pupils dilate at the sound of your timber, but he does as he’s told. You soften your tone a little. “You’re fine, Innie. You’re not going to distract from anything. If anything, your scent is going to make this all the more enjoyable.”

Chan’s teeth graze over your scent gland, and you glance back at him, arching your brow. “Eager, are we?”

Chan growls again, the sound a low rumble against your back, and snakes his hand around your waist, letting his fingers find the inside of your thighs. He applies pressure with the palm of his hand, and you arch your back in response, letting out a quick hitch of breath.

“Very.” He replies, licking a stripe up the side of your neck with his tongue, tasting you.

You turn to face him, your eyes flashing gold to match his own, but before you fully lose yourself in him, you glance once more at the omega over your shoulder, saying in a soft, serious tone, “Innie, if you want us to stop at any point, say something, and we will. Without hesitation.”

He nods. “Yes, noona.” His eyes are wide, and his tongue darts out to wet his lips as he watches Chan pull you toward the bed.

“Sit down.” Chan orders you, much like you had commanded Jeongin earlier, and you do so, but not without a slight smirk in his direction.

“I’m not going to make this easy.” You warn, settling onto the edge of the bed, your expression wicked.

Chan knocks apart your knees and stands between your legs, a look of annoyance on his features. One hand tangles into your hair and he yanks your head back, forcing you to look at him, as the other hand comes to loosely wrap around the front of your throat.

You feel your pulse quicken under his hold.

“Don’t play that game, pet. Not right now. You already made me wait far too fucking long already.” Chan lifts his lips into the hint of a snarl, and the flash of his sharp canines has your inner thighs slick with want.

He slides his hand slowly up the column of your throat, finally letting his fingers find purchase beneath your chin, tilting your head back even further.

“But you know that already, don’t you?” He murmurs, staring down at you with something akin to a hungry predator in his dark gaze.

You swallow beneath the hold he has on your throat, and arch a brow pettily in response. “Care to remind me?”

Chan’s lips curl, and another animalistic growl slips through the barrier of his teeth.

You hear Jeongin let out a sharp exhale from the corner, but you don’t look over.

Your entire body is electrified, waiting for Chan’s next move.

“I could remind you who you belong to-” Chan muses, eyes flashing golden as he stares at you. “-but I don’t think that’s necessary, do you?”

He leans down, and without warning, slips a hand down underneath the band of your pants.

His fingers immediately touch your heat, and just by the look of satisfaction that flickers across his features, you can tell he feels just how wet you are already.

He pulls back, and holds up his slick, glistening fingers for you to see with a cock of his head.

“I think you already know.” He repeats in a low tone, advancing toward you now, backing you onto the bed, until he’s straddling you, leaning over your prone form. “Don’t you?”

“Yes.” You breathe out, tired of playing already, tired of staying away from him.

“Yes what?” He prods, lips curling up into the hint of a dangerous smirk, as he moves to strip you of your clothes.

“Yes, daddy.”

Chan freezes, his pupils blowing at the nickname, and a muscle in his jaw ticks, as if he’s silently fighting himself for control, his hands curling into fists beside you on the bed.

You openly smirk up at him. “Oh, I knew you’d like that one. You know, given your certain proclivities.”

His irises are completely drowning in gold now, his lips parted slightly as he stares down at you, his breath coming in harsh pants, his chest heaving.

Still smirking, you roll your head to the side and find Jeongin in your line of sight, arching a brow in the omega’s direction.

“Did you catch that, Innie? When he was fucking you through your presentation?” Your voice is smooth like butter, dripping with taunting. You’re playing with the alpha on top of you now, and you all know it.

Jeongin stares at you, his stare moving slowly to Chan and then back again. “Catch what, noona?” His voice is hoarse, like he’s been holding his breath.

You shift so you’re staring back up at Chan, looming over you, and your lips tick upward into a dangerous expression meant to goad.

“Our Channie here has a little obsession-a fantasy, if you will-with breeding. He probably went easy on you the first time he knotted you, because you’re inexperienced, but he just loves to fill you up when he fucks you, loves the idea of stretching you with his seed and then his pups, hm, Channie?”

A low growl rolls from Chan’s chest, and you hear Jeongin’s breath catch.

The smell of cinnamon is overpowering.

Chan pins your hands above your head in one smooth, quick motion, and leans over to bite down-hard-on your scent gland in the curvature of your shoulder.

Not hard enough to mark or draw blood, but damn near close.

Your body goes limp beneath him, your mind going blank, your jaw slack, and suddenly, any of the teasing from before is long gone, and the only thought is-alpha, alpha, alpha.

He pulls back, licking his lips with a wicked smirk, and fuck it, he knows he’s won already.

“I should punish you for teasing me, pet, but lucky for you, I’m far to eager to feel you squeezing every last drop out of me to make myself wait any longer.”

And without warning, he leans over and sinks his teeth into your muscle once again, sheathing himself fully inside of you in the same frantic motion.

You cry out, the sensations hitting you all at once, and arch your body up into his hold.

He hadn’t prepped you, but honestly, you were wet enough that he slid in without much resistance, and the friction was honestly close to pushing you over the edge already.

Chan growls, the sound sending goosebumps over your skin, muffled by his hold on your shoulder, and thrusts wildly a few times, like an animal gone mad with desire.

You let him, your fingers scrabbling at his skin, and letting your head roll to the side to give him more access to your neck, you catch sight of Jeongin, watching the two of you with something clearly hot, but tentative, on his features.

Reaching a hand out, you splay it across Chan’s bare chest, stopping his movements, and he releases his teeth’s hold on you, as you say quietly to get his attention, “Chan.”

He’s panting, but he stills, and the feeling of him filling you without moving is enough to drive you crazy, but you keep your focus on Jeongin as you hold out your free hand.

“Done watching, Innie? Wanna join in?”

The omega swallows, you see the way his throat bobs, and then he stands, looking suddenly nervous, but you can tell he’s intrigued and more than a little hot and bothered at this point if the tent in his pants is any indication.

He approaches the bed, and swallows again.

“You don’t have to.” You say softly, taking his hand in yours and rubbing his fingers. “I know this can be overwhelming, but if you want to-”

He nods, glancing down at you, his eyes trailing down the length of Chan’s body atop yours, before he meets your gaze once more with a look of determination.

“No, I want to.”

“Good boy.” You praise, before you tug him forward and onto the bed beside you and Chan. You jerk your head at his clothes. “Take those off.”

He does so quickly, and then sits back down beside the two of you once more, looking unsure. “Now what?”

You give him an encouraging smile. “Now, you’re gonna kneel above me and slide yourself into my mouth.” You open your lips and lean your head back to show him, careful not to jostle Chan.

Jeongin’s eyes go wide. “What? But what if I hurt you-?”

A raspy chuckle leaves Chan’s lips, and he gives the omega a soft look. “You’re not gonna hurt her, pup. I promise.”

“You’re not.” You reiterate, as Jeongin finally takes a breath and moves to kneel above your head. You glance up at him, as you wrap your hands around the back of his thighs. “And besides, now is as good a time as any to talk about safe words and safety gestures. I won’t be able to talk, obviously, but if I need you to stop at any time, I’ll tap you twice, like this, okay?”

I tap the back of his thigh with two fingers hard, twice.

Jeongin nods, staring down at my head between his knees. “Okay.”

“Okay.” You repeat back, parting your lips once more. “Whenever you’re ready.” Jeongin hesitates briefly, glancing to Chan, who gives him a little nod, and then he leans forward and places the tip of himself into your mouth.

You adjust slightly to allow easier access as he slowly slides between your lips.

You see the way his body tenses as he feels your tongue on him, but he still gives you a worried sort of glance. “Okay?”

You nod slightly, and hum a sound of affirmation, before you let yourself suck, creating suction with your tongue.

Jeongin instantly groans, his head falling back and his hands scrabbling to tangle in your hair.

Chan takes that as his cue to move again as well, and he resumes his thrusting from before, his hips moving more rhythmically now.

You feel Jeongin hit the back of your throat, and oh god, he tastes just like he smells, and fuck, with Chan moving like that-

You can feel the muscles in your body tensing, readying for release, as you keep working Jeongin with your mouth and Chan shunts your body over and over with his.

“Fuck, noona, I-” Jeongin starts to say, and then he’s shuddering, and you feel him release, tasting the sweetness on your tongue.

“Fuck.” Chan swears, watching Jeongin come for you, and then he leans forward, his sweaty skin sticking to yours as he rests his forehead on your chest, fingers digging into your wrists, and roars through his own release.

Everything whites out for a moment as your own body uncoils, and you have to remind yourself to breathe, as Jeongin slowly pulls himself from your mouth and Chan lies on top of you, catching his breath.

“Fuck.” Jeongin repeats, staring down at you, his eyes full of awe. “Fuck.”

You give a weak little laugh and reach out to brush Chan’s sweaty hair back from his forehead. He glances up at you, his chin on your chest, and releases his hold on your wrists, one of his hands moving to your jaw and pinching your mouth open so he can look inside.

A small smirk quirks the corner of his mouth as he says hoarsely, “A shame to waste all that perfectly good come on your mouth, baby.” You grin down at him, wincing slightly as he pulls himself out of you with a long, low groan.

He flops down beside you on the bed, covering his face with his arm as his chest still heaves.

On your other side, Jeongin collapses down as well, his hand finding yours, even though his eyes are closed.

After a few moments of silence, Chan pushes himself up with effort, and scoots to the edge of the bed. He waves a finger between you and Jeongin’s prone forms.

“Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

You give a sound of assent, but don’t open your eyes.

Soon though, you hear the sound of his footsteps padding back, and he nudges you with his hand.

“Drink this, baby.” You crack open your eyes, and take the bottle of water he offers you, passing the other one to Jeongin, who guzzles it down immediately.

Chan slides back onto the bed between your legs, and begins to wipe down the sticky skin of the inside of your thighs with the warm rag, cleaning up all the residual juices that were left behind.

You relax into his gentle motions, and when he’s finished, he turns to Jeongin, arching a brow at the younger boy.

“Can I?” He asks, and Jeongin hesitates, before he nods slightly, spreading his legs for Chan to clean him up as well.

You watch them-how gentle Chan is, how trusting Jeongin is-and you feel warm from head to toe.

Warm and content.

When he’s finished with Jeongin, you finally sit up and reach for the rag, motioning for Chan to lay back on the bed.

“Okay, now you.”

He opens his mouth, as if to protest, but Jeongin pushes him down gently with a hand to his chest and a small smile.

“C’mon, hyung. It’s only fair.”

Chan rolls his eyes, but lets you wash him over with the warm rag anyway, and you can tell, by the slight hint of pink on his cheeks, that he enjoys the tender touches just as much as you do.

When everyone is cleaned up, you motion for Jeongin to snuggle down between the two of you, your arm looped comfortably across him, your fingers making nonsensical patterns on the warm, bare skin of Chan’s chest.

Leaning over to press a kiss to the tip of Jeongin’s nose, you say softly, “I love you.” Jeongin glances up at you with large eyes, and his lips curve into a smile.

“I love you too, noona. And you, hyung.”

You grin and press another kiss to the top of his soft, red hair, before he glance across to Chan, who is watching you affectionately, a small smile on his lips.

He arches a brow at you and whispers over the top of Jeongin’s head, “I’m proud of you. You’re getting better.”

You grin back at him, and reach up with your free hand to cup his jaw, before you squish Jeongin between you as you lean forward to press a kiss to his lips.

“I love you, Bang Chan.”

He tugs you forward for another kiss, and Jeongin whines slightly at being squished.

“I love you too.” ********************************

“So, I’m guessing the two of you made up?” Changbin remarks offhandedly, leaning against the desk as he eyes you with an arch of his brow and a smirk on his lips.

You give a little shrug, sifting through Chan’s papers to find the one you’re looking for. “I guess. How can you tell?” You stop, glancing back at him with a narrowing of your eyes.

Changbin grins, his eyes dropping pointedly to the large black hoodie you wear. “That’s his favorite hoodie.”

You hold out the heavy fabric so you can see the Nirvana logo printed across the front of it, staring at it skeptically. “Really? This old thing? I just stole this the last time we went over to his dorm after hide and seek.”

Changbin laughs and shakes his head, leaning around you now to pluck up a piece of paper and present it to you.

It’s the one you’ve been looking for.

You snatch it from him with a teasing glare.

“Really.” He nods, tugging at the hood of the hoodie teasingly. “This fucking thing is his favorite fucking thing on the whole planet, so the fact that he let you take it and wear it-” He shakes his head in slight disbelief, and smirks down at you. “-well maybe that just means that he has a new favorite fucking thing on the whole planet.”

You grin at that.

“I kind of like the sound of that.” Changbin grins back and tackles you onto the futon in the corner of the studio, tickling you as you shriek and struggle to get away from him.

“I knew you would.”

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skzzmino · 11 months ago

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RECOMMENDATIONS

🔥 - smut

✨ - suggestive

💞 - fluff

🔫 - angst

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Lee Minho pt.2

Pt. 1

🔥💞🔫 Begged & Borrow @moonjxsung

🔥💞slow mode @gimmeurtmi

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💞meant to be @linospuddin

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🔥💞 Nightmares @linospuddin

🔥💞 Old Fashioned @linospuddin

💞🔫 Rodeo @sailorrlino

💞 pat down @yxngbxkkie

💞 I've been wanting to do that for so long @skzstannie

Pt. 1

Minsung recommendations

Images were taken from Pinterest. Rights reserved to whoever owns the images

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dadonbabysworld · 2 years ago

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Skz Pack: 2 Omegas, 1 Rut

NO MINORS!

Author’s Note: the title is cringy but idc 😭😭pls still read this 🫶🏾🫶🏾 thank you to everyone for telling me about their ages in my post and hopefully this is good

Synopsis: spending his first rut together doesn’t turn out too bad

Genre: Fluff and smut ‼️

Warnings: mentions of sexual activities, ruts, eating schedules, being a simp, lying, skz x skz, breeding, cuddling, pregnancy/pups, safe words, pack lunas, animalistic behaviors, probably more so tell me what you think deserves a warning

Word Count: 2,697

You are in the middle of your piano lessons with Jeongin when he looks over at you.

“I want to tell you something.” You immediately raise your eyebrow. Jeongin has never been the shy type so what is this about?

“Go on..” You say, hesitantly.

He seems hesitant himself and starts by saying that he doesn't want to alarm you. “My rut is starting tomorrow, and I wanted to know if you wanted to spend it together. I understand if you don’t.. It can be a lot. Also, Chan-hyung will be assisting as well as Minho-hyung. I brought it up to them, and they suggested having someone in the room in case I go a little too far.”

Although you are surprised, you are also touched that Jeongin wants to spend his rut with you. Is it rather fast? Yes, but wolves mate forever. It’s not like you are going to run off on him, or vice versa; he is your moonmate. Is it too soon for you mentally though? Chan had warned you that Jeongin could be a lot to handle.

“Can you give me until tonight to decide?” He simply nods as the lesson continues. You can’t help but watch him for any signs of irritation. He helps you with the next part of the song with an okay attitude.

Your lessons are helping you improve, and you could play whole songs which was your inspiration to register to attend university. Jeongin is happy to possibly have classes together considering he is still years from graduation as well.

Jeongin checks the time and looks over, “did you wanna stop now? It has been a hour and a half”

“We can st-'' You are cut off by the loud growling of Jeongin’s stomach. Oh. He wants to stop to get food.

“Innie! You told me you’d start eating breakfast!” You scold, putting your hand on your hip.

“I was running late today..” He mumbles, feeling embarrassed. He gets up and grabs his bookbag. You shake your head and grab your purse before taking his hand.

“Lets go before you collapse from not eating” You tease as you both leave the building.

You both walk together to a nearby restaurant and got some food to take home. You are very nervous to be going to Jeongin’s place since your awkward interactions with Felix. You don’t even know what you did wrong besides existing. Did he just not like new people? Was he the yandere type? At least Minho seems okay. He is very supportive but also stern, and you could respect that about someone, especially an oppa.

“You look like you got a lot on your mind. Wanna fill me in on what’s happening in your big, beautiful head?” Jeongin asks, kissing your forehead. He is holding your waist now as well.

“Oh nothing, just thinking about you.”

“Oh? What about me?”

Oh brother.. Lying is not your forte at all. Be quick.

“You know your outfit is amazing, and your dimples are so pretty.” You smile as you look at him blushing now. “You think I’m pretty huh? I think you’re pretty too.” He pecks your lips before resting his head on your shoulder. “Of course I think you’re pretty Innie. You’re my everything.”

It seems like the sun is beaming down on you both as you walk home because Jeongin is so happy. He skips ahead of you carrying your food in his hands. You smile and follow him recording for memory sake. He is being really adorable today. He is always the happiest with his glasses on.

“Innie do you have anything you wanna say for memory sake?” You ask as he spins around. “I love y/n with my whole heart, and I don’t wanna be without her.” You blush and hit his arm. “Such a simp” you whisper before ending the recording.

“You love it.” He responds. You nod and hold his hand once again today. “I do love it. I’m glad you aren’t the shy type.” As you approach their home, you can see someone waiting outside.

As you approach Jeongin's home, you could see a figure waiting outside. As you got closer, he realizes it is Jisung, one of his' closest friends.

"Hey Jisung," Jeongin calls out as he approaches his pack mate. "What are you doing out here?"

"I just wanted to get some air.," Jisung replies, glancing over at you. "Who’s this?"

Jeongin looks at you, silently asking for your permission. You nod, and Jeongin explains that you are his mate before all three of you go inside.

“Oh you’re really pretty..” Jisung says, tone low before shying away.

Inside, Minho and Chan are sitting on the couch watching TV. They greet Jeongin and you warmly before telling Jeongin to eat good before tonight, considering ruts take a lot of energy.

After a few minutes of small talk together, Jeongin leads you to his room. "So, have you made a decision?" he asks, referring to his earlier request to spend his rut together.

You take a deep breath and look at him. "I think I'm ready," you say, smiling nervously. "But, I do have one request. Can we have a safe word just in case things get too intense?"

Jeongin nods understandingly. "Of course. We'll come up with one together."

You both spend the rest of the evening planning for the upcoming rut. Jeongin explains to you what to expect and how he would feel during this time.

“I promise that I will do everything in my power to not be too much or make you uncomfortable during this process. Please tell me if anything is just too much. We should probably talk about the safe word now. Do you have any ideas?”

“Should we use the stoplight system? So red is the safe word and green means okay?” You ask, searching his face for a response. He just laughs.

“You know it’s a little basic but it does work so that’s fine. Are you ready to eat now?”

You smile and nod, feeling relieved that the conversation about the safe word went well. "Yes, I'm ready to eat now." You eat together as you watch Youtube, cuddling up once you are both done.

You feel grateful for Jeongin's openness and willingness to communicate about his needs, and you take a personal vow to do everything you can to make this experience as comfortable and enjoyable for him as possible. As the night is coming to an end, you both take your time making a nest in his bed with different articles of clothing from his pack members and your own clothing.

As you both settle into the nest, Jeongin wraps his arms around you and nuzzles into your neck. "Thank you for being so understanding and supportive. It means a lot to me," he says softly.

You stroke his hair gently, "Of course, Jeongin. I care about you and want to make sure you feel safe and comfortable during this time as well."

He snuggles closer to you, and you can feel the warmth of his body against yours. You close your eyes and take in the moment, feeling grateful for the bond you share with him.

As you drift off to sleep, you feel confident that you and Jeongin will be able to navigate this rut together, with open communication and respect for each other's needs.

Downstairs, Minho and Chan prepared some smoothies for later as well as water bottles, storing them in the fridge for later. They gathered some granola bars and hot towels for after the rut has run its course. They wanted to be prepared for anything, so they had just gotten home from working out together. Chan was strong, but Jeongin was also strong, especially mid rut. It would take both their strengths combined to stop Jeongin if it came down to it.

It was four hours later when Jeongin woke up, shaking you awake. "Y/N.." he says as softly as possible. You grumble before your eyes flutter open. "Innie, what time is it?" He checks the time on his watch. "It's 4 am. I think my rut is starting. It's so hot." You rubbed his arms feeling the heat radiating off him.

You yawn before slowly getting out the nest, warning Jeongin that you were going to get Chan and Minho so he wouldn't think you're leaving. You slowly go out the door, calling for Chan or Minho. Not knowing which room is theirs off the top of your head.

"In here!" They call from the end of the hall. The first room by the kitchen. You approach and open the door in your nightgown. "Jeongin's rut is starting. He isn't fully in it, but he is getting warmer and in a little bit he will be spiking." You inform them before turning back to return to Jeongin's room.

"Shit he couldn't make it through the night." Chan was working on something at his desk, but Minho looked like he was actually sleeping before you came in. "You don't make it through the night either. Your rut comes at approximately 12 everytime." Minho says, drowsy from sleep but following Chan and you back. Chan blushes "don't just be exposing me," he whines.

Upon entering the room, you all are surrounded by the spiking scent of red wine. Jeongin, who was still in the nest, immediately growled at Chan. Jeongin grabs you and Minho pulling you both into his nest. Minho yelps, not expecting the possessiveness of Jeongin over him.

"Innie it's okay. It's just hyung and I. We are here for you." Minho presses a kiss to his cheek, but Jeongin is not letting Minho out of his grip.

"I don't think you're getting away babe. Just try to appease his alpha side for now. We are all mates." Chan suggests. He has no problems with Jeongin spending his rut with the two omegas. Hopefully, it drains his energy quicker.

Jeongin took his time making out with you and Minho. Both your scents mix in with Jeongin's making it smell like a fruity wine. Minho's blackberry smell was overwhelming because you and Jeongin both have light scents. Your cherry blossom smell is fading into the background. Just as you feel like your mind is wandering, you hear Minho call out to you.

"Are you still here y/n? Need help grounding yourself?" He asks, causing you to nod rapidly. Minho and Jeongin attack different parts of your body with kisses. Knowing he is the pack luna, Minho makes you comfortable because he has experience. Minho leaves hickies along your neck while Jeongin kisses up your legs. The kisses are making your skin hot; Jeongin’s kisses were soft while Minho’s were more passionate. A good mix of them both had you growing wet. The desire you feel for them both is increasing as time goes on.

You whine as Jeongin rubs a hand over your underwear-covered vagina. "Jeongin.. don't tease." Your words are simple, yet Jeongin almost loses himself to his animalistic side. He slides your underwear down and rubs your clit in small circles. "It's so pretty. You're so pretty." Jeongin whispers compliments to you as he slides a finger into you. You sigh before Minho encaptures your lips against his.

You are having a tongue-war with Minho, a fight for dominance, and he wins by sucking on your tongue causing you to moan in his mouth. Jeongin's continuous attack on your walls with his fingers are not helping either as you grind your hips down on his fingers. The sound of gushing fuels his appetite causing him to slip in another finger and use his other hand to slide a finger into Minho as well. A rush to prep you both before his animalistic urge took over.

It doesn't take long before everyone was at their limit. You moan out, practically begging him for more. "Jeongin hurry!" Minho is groaning next to you as he tugs at Jeongin's hair causing a moan to leave his mouth. Feeling like he prepped you enough, he slid his hand away from your vagina slipping those fingers into Minho’s mouth. He sucks them clean as they weren’t glistening from wetness anymore. The fingers leave his mouth with a popping sound, leaving him to feel impatient. "Give me your knot, alpha" Minho’s tone is sassy and angry. As if a rubber band had snapped, Jeongin grips Minho's throat, his fingers feeling every breath Minho takes, kissing him as he rubs his tip up and down your clit, sliding in with ease.

It is simple biology for your bodies to want each other. The desire reached an all time high. You are needy and weak under Jeongin, and you have no control over your mind anymore. Neither did Jeongin. You throw your head back as he strokes in and out at a decent pace, not wanting to leave you too sore. Staring up into his eyes, "Alpha.. Alpha.." the words flying out your mouth as if he was a God, and you were chanting a mantra to him. The feeling going to his head. "You can take it, little one. Alpha is gonna give you his pups" He says, slamming into you. You had your eyes closed, focusing only on the feeling of Jeongin.

Your screams and loud moans raise an alert for Chan who thinks if he should interfere. "Are you okay y/n?" He asks, checking if you were even alert enough to answer. "I- I'm okay. I want his pups so bad. I need them." Chan nods as your eyes meet his, and he understands that look so well. The look of someone who was being bred and wanted to be marked.

"Oh you need them little one? You need alpha's pups?" Jeongin asks, in between groans. Minho decided to slide his hand down your body to rub your clit, making it hard for you to speak. "Yes! I need them!" You choke out; you were crying at this point, tears staining your rosy cheeks. Jeongin's pace was unrelenting, making you feel overwhelmed. He was going to rip the orgasm from your body. "I'm gonna give you my pups.. taking me so well"

"Jeongin! I love you!" Your last moments before everything went white. You held Jeongin close as your orgasm hit, causing your whole body to shake and your toes to curl. The warmth of his body gave you a comfort only a mate could give; you felt safe under him, his whole body covering yours. You felt like his’ in that moment, your hands intertwined across his back to hold him there. His strokes got slower after you orgasmed, he was close and his knot was inching closer. It only took four more strokes before his knot was expanded and he held you close afterwards. "You're so pretty y/n" You smiled and laughed as he smiled at you back.

After a moment of catching your breath, Jeongin rubs your belly. "So full. Are you sure you're even gonna be able to carry our large child?" You hit his arm, "I'm not that small Jeongin. Also, our child will be a baby so not that large yet.. I hope." Minho chuckles and that's when you both remembered his hyungs were in the room. You hid your face in Jeongin's neck. "I'm sorry you guys had to see that," you mumble "I know it was a lot"

Minho helped you both wipe off some as Jeongin's knot goes down. Chan went to get you some water. "It's fine. We are a pack and all mates so it's nothing we probably won't experience with each other at one point." You nodded and took the granola bar Minho offered, eating the first bite was heavenly. You had been starving apparently. Jeongin just waited for Chan to return with water as he kissed over your face, then, all over Minho's as well.

"You owe me a knot as well, alpha," Minho says casually. Jeongin looked shocked and the blush on his face made you both laugh. It was going to be a long night.

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midnighthazee · 3 months ago

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Greenridge (SKZ ABO Series)

*A Completed Series*

Summary: Omegas - once beloved, now abused. Omega y/n has a chance at a new life away from her old pack when she stumbles onto the territory of the Greenridge Pack (Stray Kids). Of course she is terrified they will be just like her last pack. Little does she know that she has been led wrong her whole life and this pack is not like all the others. The Greenridge pack is in need of an omega and when they find her, they know she's the one. Can she fill the spot and learn to trust them? Or will her old alpha find her before she can?

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, MDNI, SMUT, M/F, M/M, MMF, explicit language, creampies, double p, abo dynamics/werewolf themes (marking, aggression, etc), mentions of abuse/torture, mentions of blood, mentions of noncon, mentions of death, fear, Dom/sub dynamics...

*I tried to list all warnings I can think of, if there's more detailed ones I missed here, they will be on the chapter they're included in.*

Relationships: SKZ x SKZ , SKZ x Reader

Chapter Masterlist:

Preface

Characters

Prologue: A History Lesson

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

*Greenridge Aesthetic

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

The Morning with JiLix 🥰🥵💦

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Bonus Drabble

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25: Epilogue

Please note: Pics I got from Pinterest - I don't own any. Written work is all my own words. Any similarities between concepts and names is coincidental. Most ABO dynamics follow similar meanings - I used a mix of what I've read. Not trying to steal anyones ideas or take credit for them!! Please do not copy my work! Let's all get along and respect each other here! 💚

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mayrose713 · 3 months ago

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Beautifully Cruel World-Master List

ABO Non-Idol Stray Kids Universe Poly OT8 x Reader 18+ MDNI

Summary: Everyone knows the world is a cruel place, especially for Omegas, at least what little of them there are left. It's rare for any omegas to find their mated pack, especially an omega who has lived as a beta ever since she's presented never knowing how to truly be an omega. But after escaping her pack and family Y/n comes across an alpha and two beta's wanting to help her, where she discovers what its like to live in a true pack and embrace her presentation.

Series Warnings: Fem reader, Poly OT8 x Reader, A/B/O, MxF, MxM, Possessive SKZ, Protective SKZ, anxiety, depression, violence, cursing, abuse, fluff, comfort, angst, pet names, Smut

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I will try to post every other day but it's mostly going to be when I can. I'm trying to keep at least a chapter ahead of the one I'm posting. Any chapters on the list I have crossed out means I have it in my drafts and ready to post soon on the date next to it.

The Pack Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Update Chapter 14 Chapter 15

More: Chapter 8 Explanation

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therandompagesblog · 3 months ago

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SKZ Mate Chapter 11

Warnings: Hyunjin goes into a rut, reader orgasms, light smut, oral play, Hyunjin is feral

For the past twenty-five minutes Y/N had rearranged her bed and she didn't know why. The feeling of all the clothes on her bed was pissing her off. Even the plushies had been thrown across the wall. It wasn't like she could ask any of them for help they were all asleep. Except for Jeongin and Minho but they were outside training. Y/N had no idea what was bothering her, she had been like this ever since Chan had come back with Changbin from the gym. It was just something about his sweaty musky scent that made her feral. Fuck! Y/N had figured it out. She was missing Chan's sweaty t-shirt. Y/N threw her head back with a sigh. She couldn't go into Chan's room while he was asleep and steal his shirt but she had no idea how to settle. She picked up his clean t-shirt and ripped it out of anger like an angry pup. None of this was working out for her. Maybe if I sniff everyone's stuff. Ugh. Y/N picked up the pillow Felix rolled around on and smelled his citric scent. It was calming but not by much. Then she tried Minho's sweatshirt and buried her face in his lilac and lurch scent. She realised she had never quite smelled him before. He had a comforting but clean smell. It was as if he took pride in the way he smelled. Still, his scent didn't calm her. It was only until Hyunjins strong sickly scent had triggered her. She could smell his harsh pheromones and a slight ounce of sweat that was buried in the fabric of her blanket. His scent had excited her more than it should of and she had found herself wrapped in the blanket, pressing into it ever so slightly. It was only when she came down from her high that she realised what she had done. She had come all over the blanket Hyunjin had donated to her.

Again, without her knowing Hyunjin could feel and hear everything she had thought. It riled him and his wolf up in more ways than one, to the point it triggered Hyunjin into an early rut. He was fine with her thoughts but it was her excitement at his scent that tightened his core. His wolf was getting into a state as he could feel her little balls of lust. Hyunjin tried to switch it off but he was struggling, her little balls of lust had turned into hot wires that wrapped around his heart. Hyunjin had thrown his head back with a slight grunt, his eyes glowing red as he could see her chaotic images of him. It made him feral very quickly. Hyunjin had fallen face down on his bed shaking in desire as he tried to smell her, but all of her thoughts clouded his brain. It was too late for him and he couldn't take it anymore. The alpha had rutted straight into his bed with his hand on his burning thick red cock. He could feel her orgasm and it sent the alpha into a feral overdrive causing him to rip his pillow with his teeth. Everything in him had shut down and he lost control, to the point he had left his room to pin the obnoxious omega to Seungmins door.

His sweaty head pushed straight into Y/N's neck as he breathed in her orgasmic scent. One of his hands entangled in her hair, the other gripped her panties. The alpha growled, locking her in his grip so that she wouldn't run.

"You have no idea what you've done." Hyunjin snickered lowly as his hand swiped past her thigh, catching a drip of her slick that had seeped through. Hyunjin did not expect her slick to be so thick and silky, it angered him and caused him to pull his wet hand up to her neck to push her head up so he could attach his mouth to her pretty little neck.

"HWANG HYUNJIN!!" Chan roared, pulling the alpha off of the omega and throwing him straight into the wall behind him. Minho had arrived and pulled the confused omega into his arms, dragging her off to Chan's bathroom so she could clean herself. Minho rummaged through Chan's clothes to find something she could wear before he settled her down for the night. Once Y/N was showered and dressed Minho patted Chan's bed for her to sit. He noticed the slight pink tinge across her neck where Hyunjins hands once were.

"Silly girl." Minho chided as he dried her hair with the towel. Minho had to admit he did find it hilarious that she triggered Hyunjin's heat but at the same time, she could have seriously injured herself. Hyunjin was a feral man who lacked self-control when he had his heat.

"Right. Are you okay? Did he hurt you anywhere else?" Minho asked as he tilted her head left and right to check that Hyunjin hadn't injured her. His attentive nature surprised her consider how he acted very distant to her before.

"How did you get yourself in this mess?" Minho asked as he wrapped the towel around her head like a child.

"Something felt off in my room. I felt out of place and I tried to change it. Then I realised it was because I didn't have Chan's scent in there and then Hyunjins scent triggered me." Y/N whispered the last part out of embarrassment. Minho poked her forehead with his knuckle as he shook his head.

"How did his scent trigger you?" Minho asked curiously as he tried to find how the alpha had his rut triggered.

"I touched myself." Y/N didn't want to admit the part where she had rubbed herself all over Hyunjin's scent-covered blanket. She felt humiliated as it was.

"Oh." Minho hummed. Unsure of why she felt the need to do that. He wasn't saying females didn't have desires but the need to pleasure oneself over an alpha was something that confused him. He wondered if Y/N felt the need to fully bond with her alpha and was lacking that mated connection that only an alpha can provide.

"Next time you feel out of place Y/Nssi come and wake one of us. Do not ever ride it out alone. Alright?" Minho stated.

"Alright Minho-ah. I'm sorry." Y/N apologised but Minho ignored her and patted her wet hair.

"Come on, let's lay in Channies bed until he gets back and then Channie-ah can make it all better." Minho promised.

Minho laid down next to her, stroking her hair as he released waves of calmness at her. It was unnatural for him to care about someone in this way, but at the same time, he enjoyed it. It was nice to hold someone so close who was so fragile. It made him feel like a protector. It made him feel something.

"What is it?" Y/N asked as she noticed Minho chuckling to himself. It made her feel slightly insecure.

"I'm laughing at Hyunjin not you. Come here omega." Minho ordered even though she was next to him, he wanted her closer. He wanted to care a little more. A little deeper. Still, Minho couldn't help but snicker. He had an idea on how to antagonise the alpha a little more, considering Hyunjin hurt his favourite beta.

Chan eventually came back. His shirt slightly ripped and his hair was a complete mess. Chan's eyes held frustration but not at Y/N, only the situation.

"Are you okay?" Chan asked, deciding that this was the best approach. He still couldn't discipline her yet. She had been through too much and her body needed to heal. Chan wouldn't risk damaging her even further.

"She's fine. Little wolf got a bit distressed because she couldn't find your disgusting sweaty t-shirt so another alphas sent made her feral." Minho spat out, a hint of mischief laced in his tone. "It seems our alpha hasn't been looking after our omega properly."

"Minho" Chan warned, knowing the beta was being obnoxious for a reason.

"Alright, I'm leaving. I got things to do." Minho grinned as he got off of the bed leaving Y/N alone with Chan whose arms were crossed. He was watching her. Waiting for her to confess, but she was unsure what to say.

Chan grabbed her chin gently lifting it up so she met his eyes. Slowly he leaned forward as if he were to kiss her but he didn't.

"Omega," Chan warned knowing she didn't like that and she didn't, she growled at him, but it wasn't like her previous growls. It was a quiet growl. She didn't want to irk him as she knew she messed up.

"Is there a reason why you did not wake me?" Chan asked slowly.

"I didn't want to, you were asleep, besides I was embarrassed and I was feeling confused. I feel like I am being too trusting with my emotions. I didn't mean to upset Alpha Hyunjin." Y/N admitted. Chan felt proud knowing she saw Hyunjin as her alpha. It was progress.

"I understand." Chan cooed affectionately, nuzzling his nose against hers. "You still should have woken me or any of the wolves. Hyunjin was not supposed to have a rut for another few moons."

"I'm sorry. It got too much for me." Y/N admitted.

"What? Hyunjin's scent turned you on?" Chan asked.

"No! I was. No. I wanted you but I couldn't find your stupid shirt and then. Ugh!" Y/N rambled on as she thrashed in front of him feeling embarrassed. Chan knew Hyunjin could feel and hear everything but he didn't want to tell her yet. He didn't want to embarrass her.

"Does my omega not feel wanted enough?" Chan taunted.

"It's not that?" Y/N whined

"That is not what I asked, omega," Chan commented, standing up to watch her.

Chan turned around to grab the black t-shirt that he wore at the gym with Changbin. It wreaked of odour that would make any omega heave in disgust except for a soul mate. A soul-mated omega would find even the most disgusting things exquisite. Chan almost laughed at how easily his scent aroused her. He could almost see how wet she was. Chan ripped the t-shirt up and threw it in the fire watching her let out a mewl.

"We can either go to bed omega or I can show you how much you mean to me. It is your choice. Neither will offend me."

"I-I want you. I want to try." Y/N whispered. Chan grinned a boyish grin as he stalked over pushing her down onto his bed.

"Tell me at any point if it hurts or if it's too much. I won't fuck you. Not for a while." Chan whispered as he kissed up her neck, avoiding the mark.

"Just relax," Chan whispered, his hand ghosting over her body until it reached the hem of her nightshirt. Chan pushed it up, freeing her breasts. The sight of her exposed excited him, the thought of her trusting him with her body aroused him more. Chan's thumb brushed over her nipple, watching it harden. He gave her one look of confirmation before he latched on to her. Giving her a gentle lick with his tongue before sucking on to her bud. Y/N hummed in content as he played with her breasts but she still wasn't satisfied. The burning feeling between her legs was starting to overwhelm her.

Chan's other hand gently caressed down her thighs before landing on damned panties. Chan gave her one look as he looped his fingers around them.

"I can stop at any point. We only do what you want." Chan promised.

"Yes. Yes. Please alpha." She begged, bushing his hands further down. Chan nodded and kissed the inside of her thighs before kissing her clothed pussy. Chan pressed his nose against her and breathed in her aroma, branding it deep within his mind. As soon as he was content he pulled off her panties in one swing before taking a lick of wet pussy. Chan paid careful attention to her swollen bud, gently kissing and flicking it with his tongue. Occasionally he would change rhythm and tease her opening before forcing his tongue into her hole.

"Omega, look at me," Chan called out as he took her hands in his and entwined their fingers before he went back to fucking her with his tongue. Y/N had never had anyone hold her during intimacy and it made her feel a whole other way. As soon as Chan realised she was close he pressed his face even closer until she came, her slick falling straight into Chan's mouth. Chan licked her clean before gently stroking her sensitive bud.

"My sweet omega. Do you think you can cum for me once more, to make sure you're perfectly claimed?" Chan whispered sweetly, wanting to exhaust her a little more.

"Yes alpha. Please, I want to feel you in me." Y/N begged.

"Omega," Chan growled. "You can have my fingers buried deep in your perfect little pussy but I will not fuck you. Not until you're fully healed."

Chan pulled his head up to give Y/N a wet kiss, allowing her to taste herself on his tongue, while his finger easily slid into her wet core. Chan hadn't expected her to feel so wet and hot. She wasn't tight which meant she was comfortable enough for him so he teased another finger slowly pushing it in and out of her, allowing her to get used to him inside of her.

"Alpha, please. You're too slow." Y/N growled, tears starting to surface.

"Hmm? Am I omega?" Chan teased as he slowly picked up his pace. Her slick falling straight out of her. As soon as he quickened the omegas hand found their way straight into Chan's boxers gripping his hardened cock.

"Fuck sake omega," Chan growled, almost losing himself in her. "Omega don't worry about me. Fuck!"

"Want my alpha to come." Chan snapped his head up at her words.

"What did you say?" Chan asked as he thrusted into her hand.

"My alpha." She whined and growled. Chan smirked and quickened his pace, thrusting a little bit deeper and a little harder but not enough to reach her cervix.

"Yes. That's right my little omega. Your alpha. Your Hyunjin-"

"And Jeongin." Chan quickly put his mouth over hers in case the poor young alpha had heard. As much as she recognised him and appreciated him, he did not want Jeongin to go into a feral rut either. Hyunjins rut was bad enough and by bad enough Hyunjin was a savage. His cum had painted the entirety of the safe house bed ever since Minho had come down and thrown the slick-stained blanket of their omega into the room. The devious idea had turned into a disaster because it only made Hyunjin worse to the point Chan had to chain him to the bed once he was finished pleasing their omega.

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doitforbangchan · 1 year ago

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All Bark and No Bite

Chapter 1

It's here! This is the first chapter of my first real fic here on tumblr! I am not the best writer so please be kind :')

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Alternate Universe SKZ!

Chan x reader (y/n) x ot8

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Summary: There's no turning back now, not when you know what you left behind. A dangerous situation now replaced with another. After the omegas disappeared you have to extra careful, especially now that you have left your pack and family. What happens when your car breaks down on another pack's land?

Series Warnings: Fem reader, Smut, verryyyy nsfw, chan x reader, OT8 x reader, A/B/O, m/m/f smut, possessive! SKZ, possessive! Reader, anxiety and depression, fluff, angst, virgin!reader, cursing, violence, pet names, dom/sub dynamics, Sub reader x mostly dom SKZ, misogyny and sexism, Ateez are depicted as terrible people (sorry Atiny!)

Chapter warnings: Angst, anxiety, reader is VERY sad, minor violence, cursing, A/B/O (pls let me know if I missed any!)

MDNI 18+

Wc: 2400 ish

Disclaimer: The names and faces used here are just that, names and faces, and in no way reflect the real people the characters were designed after. The views and actions of these characters do not reflect the real Stray Kids in any way shape or form. This is all for fun let’s keep it that way please.

You should have known better. All those hushed conversations your parents have been having, all the phone calls your father excused himself to take, even the trip to your packs doctor for a very extensive physical. None of it set off your mental alarm bells and that made you feel so stupid. But how could you have known that your own parents, the people who raised you and were supposed to have your best interest at heart, were planning on selling you off to the highest bidder once you became mature enough.

That's life for omegas these days, though. After a worldwide virus a few decades ago, omegas just stopped being born. The virus wiped the gene out almost completely, leaving a very small percentage of omegas left. Unluckily for you, you happened to be the only omega born in your area in the last 40 years. That made you highly sought after by alphas, especially dangerous ones.

Your hands were still shaking. It had been hours since you escaped your parents house in your car, yet you couldn't get your hands to stop shaking with the immense adrenaline you’re feeling. You had no plan, no money, nowhere to go and no one to help you. Your only friend, Ash, was a beta girl in your pack and as much as you liked her you knew she could do nothing to save you now. At least your car had a full tank of gas, the only good thing your father had done for you was allow you to drive to Ash's house on occasion.

All the adrenaline was starting to wear off as you drove, the realization of what this would mean for you and your life now starting to sink in. The constant looking over your shoulder, the uneasiness you will always feel, it was almost too much to handle. No. What would have been too much to handle is letting that filthy man get his hands on you. Kim Hongjoong.You had heard about the things that alpha had done to claim power over his pack. From sabotage to murder, none of it was good. From what you could gather he was on the search for an omega to complete his pack and somehow had heard whispers about you. The only known omega within a few hundred miles. He wanted an omega to raise his children and help him lead his pack and would do anything to get his hands on one; whatever necessary.

You imagine the sum of money he offered your parents was just too good for them to pass up on. Your alpha father was too proud to accept anything less than a hefty amount. Your mother was an omega through and through. Obedient and submissive to her alpha. Just as she raised you to be. She herself was a rare omega. Though back in her day the omega population wasn't as low as it is now. Now the numbers have fallen to less than 0.2%. Your mother molded you into the perfect little doll. Almost. Never in your wildest dreams did she or your father imagine you, their doll, would be disobeying and running from all you had ever known, yet here you are. That's what real fear does to a person. Fight or flight. All your life you had been all bark and no bite. Now this is your way of biting back.

All you had to your name was this old car (technically your fathers), an old backpack with a few changes of clothes, and couple cans of spaghetti o’s. Luckily this car had an old map in the glovebox. Better than nothing especially since you had no gps and no phone. You knew better than to take the main roads. Your pack would undoubtedly be looking for you and the car. Back roads it was then.

You couldn't tell exactly how many hours you had been driving at this point, too caught up in your mind to really pay attention to the time but by now it had gotten very dark and you found yourself on this old road going through a small town in the woods. You vaguely remember passing through the small community about half an hour ago. Of course you hadn't stopped in the town in fear of being noticed or recognised somehow. But now you’re wishing you had stopped at that little gas station and at least tried to get an ounce of gas with the spare change left in the middle console. The car was officially running out of gas. In the middle of nowhere. Just your luck.

“Are you serious?” You asked no one with tears starting to fill your eyes.

Feeling the difference in the vehicle causes you to pull off to the side of the road with a groan. You know it won't be going any further with the way it just gives up there on the side. Turning off the car and leaning your head against the wheel you let out a light sob. This wasn't the life you had envisioned for yourself. Once upon a time you thought one day you would meet your true mate, a caring alpha who would love you for you and want to make you happy. Seems as though that was just a fairytale after all. Even your parents weren’t true mates. They just settled for each other. You knew you couldn’t let that be you. You wouldn’t settle, especially not for a vile man you didn't love.

It was too late now to leave the car. This is where you will be staying for the night. Good thing it was late spring and not winter or you would freeze out here. Once your tears have slowed and the sobs have ceased you took a deep breath to calm yourself.

“You will be ok.” You repeat to yourself a few times. “You will be ok. You will be ok.”

Will you though? It didn't matter. You had to be. With one last sigh you locked the doors and climbed into the backseat of the old car. Its seats were worn and uncomfortable but it somehow felt comforting. It felt like the last remaining bit you had from childhood. When things were simple for you. Were things ever that simple as you remembered it being though? Before presenting as an omega when you were 16 things were definitely simple. You had assumed along with everyone else that you would be a beta and go on to have a normal life. Sure sometimes you were a little agreeable and always had a gentle nature, but you had just thought you took after your mom in that aspect. Little did you know you would take after her in a different way. It wasn’t until you presented that it made sense to the pack why you were that way. It was then that the looks began from other pack members. The way their eyes would linger on you a little too hard. The way their nostrils would flare when you entered a room. It made your skin crawl thinking back.

From that point on there was no more public school for you. You were homeschooled the last few years of high school for your protection. “We're doing this to protect you not punish you, Y/N.” your father had said when he forbade you from going back to school. “You can't trust anyone these days. Not around an omega.” He was right. The thought never crossed your mind that you couldn't even trust your own parents. You wished you had been born a beta like your sister, or even an alpha like your brother. Being the youngest out of three you figured you would be like them.

The worst part was you didn't have the suppressants you had been taking since you were a teen. They were almost impossible to come by normally, but your father had somehow gotten his hands on a steady supply and had been forcing you to take them. Another thing that was for your protection. To keep alphas from detecting you by scent. You hadn't taken any this morning before you left so you imagine your scent was going to start leaking out for any one nearby to smell. Great. Another problem for tomorrow.

Adjusting yourself on the seat to lay down as much as you could, you closed your eyes and focused on your breathing. It wouldn't be long before sleep overcame you. The exhaustion of the whole ordeal catching up with you.

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The sun peaking through the trees awoke you from your surprisingly restful slumber. It seemed to be early morning if the dew on the windows was any indication. Peeking out the window you saw nothing around. Not even any animals. Perfect. You slowly unlocked the door and crept out quietly shutting the door behind you. Taking careful steps a few yards into the thickets ahead of you and relieving yourself helped you feel a little better. You made your way back to the car and took a second to breathe. In and out. In and out. The air was crisp and refreshing and helped you clear your head.

Now feeling a little better you noticed how bad your stomach was growling at you. Reaching into the trunk of the car you pulled out a small can of spaghetti o’s. Not your first choice of a meal but when you panic you grab what you figure will be easiest to take with you. Plus you could use a can as a weapon if needed!

Eating was the last thing on your mind yesterday, but now you knew you could no longer put it off. Popping a can open and taking a seat on the hood of the car with a spoon you dug into the food. It was….. food . Cold and disappointing but at the same time satisfying as you had an empty stomach.

There you were, sitting there on the old car contemplating your next move from here with now a half full can of disappointment, when you catch a scent in the air getting stronger with each passing second. It was another person, no it was people. More than one.

Fuck

You have been found. Whether by the packs that were after you or by a stranger it didn’t matter all you felt was terror.

There was no time to flee. Before you could even move from the hood you could feel a pair of eyes on you to the right of you. You twist your head to face the eyes that are peaking out at you from the trees ahead.

The stranger takes a tentative step towards you and comes out from hiding and you immediately go into fight or flight.

With an alarmed shout “NO”, you launched the half full can of spaghetti o’s at the intruder, hitting him square in the chest and sending the cold contents all across his shirt.

“What the fuck?!” the possible assailant yelled.

Spotting another figure approaching the first one you threw yourself back off the hood and onto the ground, then as quickly as possible you yanked the door open to the car and jammed yourself in locking it immediately. You made yourself as small as possible as to not be seen by them but you knew the damage had been done. There was no way out of this. No gas in the tank and even if there was you had no idea where your keys had gone.

You could hear them talking but you were too frightened to pick up any of the words except girl, mess and Alpha. Now you really felt terror. Without realizing how close they had been to you, you let out a shriek when there was a sudden knock on the window next to you.

Not daring to look at them for even a second you yelled through the glass “Please go away! Please please I don’t deserve this!” tears filled your eyes.

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The smell of your distress was making Seungmins and Jeongins eyes water. They had never experienced such a powerful scent before. Not even the odor from the Spaghetti Os covering Seungmins shirt would distract from the one coming from within the vehicle. The beta wanted to be mad that she had pretty much assaulted him, but at the same time couldn’t find it within himself to care much given how much pure terror he smelled coming from the young woman. The omega.

The young alpha Jeongin felt similarly now that he had eyes on her he felt this overwhelming urge to protect. He had never encountered one before and honestly thought he never would but now that he was laying eyes on her he felt his alpha side perk up. A part of him never wanted to stop looking at her.

Honestly the boys didn’t know what to expect when they came out here to investigate the scent that had appeared on their land late into the night. They truly didn’t expect the cause to be an omega girl that was holed up on the side of a path.

Seungmin tried knocking again, a little more timid this time so as not to frighten her more. “Excuse me, we could smell your distress. Do you need any help?” He asked slowly.

You spared him one quick glance then shrunk into yourself again. “No thank you, please go!”

He sighed and stepped back a few feet to look at Jeongin in amazement at the situation. Giving him one small nod he said “ We need to call Chan.”

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What felt like hours, but was probably only a few minutes, passed and you stayed in your same position. The boys had remained there but not so close to the car anymore to which you were thankful. They were quietly mumbling amongst themselves, no doubt about an omega being caught out here alone. Every so often you would move your head just slightly to peer over at them. You hadn’t noticed before in your initial panic but they were pretty cute young men. A beta and an alpha from what you could tell. Even covered in your thrown breakfast (a shame about that really) they still managed to carry themselves proudly. Though your smell is causing their faces to scrunch up, you could tell it was taking it's toll on them.

Not even a moment later after taking another look at them you could feel the change in the air as another pair of people was approaching. Not just anybody was coming this way, it was an Alpha. A very strong one at that. The smell was starting to permeate all of your senses and was quickly becoming intoxicating.

You could sense him before he even appeared. No matter how intrigued you may be though you can’t show weakness.

‘Keep your head down and wait it out’ you kept telling yourself like a mantra.

You knew he was approaching your door. It took everything in you to remain still. Then as if struck by lightning you felt your body alight like it never has before.

“Omega..”

(A/N: Please do not steal my writing and content! Reblogs and comments are encouraged tho 😙once again i would LOVE to hear your thoughts and theories! This has not been beta read all mistakes are my own.)

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minminbunny · 6 months ago

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ABO AU - Alpha! Hwang Hyunjin/Omega! Gender Neutral Reader

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"I'm going to be late," you whined, grabbing your art supplies as you sprinted to the studio. Hyunjin hummed, setting up the object models while he waited. You barged into the studio, "Sorry!" you exclaimed, catching your breath. Hyunjin chuckled, handing you a towel, "Relax. We have all day, pup," he said, ruffling your hair. You exhaled deeply, wiping the sweat off your skin. Hyunjin took your supplies and set them up, "There's water by the table, take a sip and we can start," he said, priming his canvas. You did as told and drank the water, "What's our model this time?" you asked, taking a seat next to him. Hyunjin hummed, "The Clematis flower, it's the symbol for beauty of the heart," he said, painting the background of his canvas. You nodded, "That's quite the meaning," you said, slowly feeling yourself get attached to the project. "Right? It would be interesting to see how we interpret it in our styles," he said, making gentles strokes with his brush. You did the same, letting the flow of the moment guide you when your neck get warm, "Shit," you murmured, trying to rub off your scent.

Hyunjin perked up, his nose flooded with the scent of thick jasmine and mint. You pulled up your hood, "Sorry, Hyun. I forgot my suppressor," you said, tightening the string into a bow. Hyunjin shook his head, "It's alright, pup. I can handle it," he said, crossing his legs to hide his obvious bulge. You beamed, "Thank you, Jinnie," you said, continuing your painting. Hyunjin gulped, his adam's apple bobbing hard against his throat, 'Think gross things, a stinky sock, Gymracha after a workout, fuck, fuck, I can't do this,' he thought, clenching his jaw. He gripped his paintbrush tight and gently placed it down so it doesn't spook you, "I think I need some fresh air, puppy," Hyunjin said, standing up. You nodded, "Oh, okay. I'll just be here," you said, cleaning your brush.

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Hyunjin fauxed a smile and waddled his way to the upstairs. He pushed the door open and slumped himself against the wall, "Holy shit, their scent is everywhere," he whined, tugging down his sweatpants. Hyunjin hissed, instantly wrapping his slender fingers around his lengthy cock. His cockhead leaked down his shaft, slicking up his palm with precum. "Hah, puppy. So sweet and warm," he gasped, stroking his cock in a relentless pace. His knot throbbed at the neglect, aching to fill up an Omega's tight ribbed hole but his fist would have to do. You raised an eyebrows, wondering what's taking Hyunjin so long, "Hyun?" you called out, making your way up the stairs but no reply. Hyunjin pumped his cock, his head tossed back against the wall without a care of being caught. You pushed out the door, shivers went down your spine at the strong scent of musk and skin slapping rang through your ears. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, puppy. Please suck my cock," he babbled to himself not realizing you were right there.

You gulped, kneeling between his legs, the tip of his cock begging to releasing. 'Should I do this?' You thought, hesitant of succumbing to the lust. Hyunjin groaned out your name, his eyes shut tight as his back arched. 'Fuck it,' you thought, wrapping your lips around his messy cockhead. "Hah, ah, ah?" he gasped, staring down at you with hooded eyes. You grabbed the base of his cock and bobbed your head up and down his shaft. Hyunjin gritted his teeth, "Fuck!" he cried out, wrapping his fingers through your hair as he began thrusting up your throat. You exhaled through your nose, taking as much as his cock down your throat. "Good puppy, so fucking tight," he growled, using your throat like a flesh light. You felt your head spin, your lips barely grazing the growing knot. "Deep breaths, love," he grit, pushing your head down his cock. Your whined around his shaft, your cheeks stretched to accommodate his pulsing knot. Hyunjin growled, his flared cockhead breaching your throat with a squelchy pop, "That's it, good puppy. So good," he whispered, stroking your hair when he came. You swallowed as much as you could, his knot had your jaw locked in position and it was slowly getting sore. Hyunjin hummed, stroking your jaw, "I know, little omega. I know. It'll swell down soon, Alpha promise," he reassured, pampering kisses all over your messy face.

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oimitocat · 2 months ago

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HEATED SHEETS | SKZ

ot8! (separately) x m!reader

omegaverse + nsfw + headcannons + 9th member reader! + mating cycles + breeding + cum inflation + biting

BANG CHAN—

chan is nurturing.

he always makes sure you’re hydrated not because you also do that to him while he’s in heat but because alphas tend to get dehydrated faster

he knows your stamina, so he’s always prepared and makes sure the two of you have enough towels and wipes for clean up

he himself had failed his biology, having taken suppressants and such- hence he doesn’t produce much slick even on the highest of arousal days. even in rut you make sure you use some lube (well, he pours it on you and you rub it in)

you ALWAYS mark him when you’re in rut, you’re territorial- leaving hickeys, scratches, fingerprints, all that sort. sometimes it does get overwhelming- especially because he’s so pale, it’s noticeable.

chan winces when you chomp down on his shoulder. you had already licked and sucked all over his collarbone and neck.

“alpha,” he whines, realizing you’re extremely territorial this cycle.

“mine,” you growl, trailing down to his inner thighs.

if there’s anything that embarrasses but also arouses chan- it’s when even in your rut- you prefer to go down on him. your eyes are always predatory and lock in with his as you eat him out regardless of if he’s oozing slick or not and if your load is dripping out of him.

you’re less vocal during rut, only grunting and groaning, nuzzling into him and scenting

he doesn’t like when you try to fuck him outside of the bed/nest — he already has enough back problems

LEE MINHO—

this little shit gives you a headache even during rut

he goes deep into the predator and prey thing, always trying to get away and making you fight a knot in him

he honestly gets excited when he sees you so rough and desperate. he likes a little pain (read: he loves pain)

due to this, you always make sure you push multiple loads in him before he somehow gets away again

while your knot if going down, he likes to feed you

his inner thighs are sticky from slick and cum, slippery on the side of your hips as he sits on your knot. your eyes are narrowed down on him, your alpha preening at how beautiful your omega is. you can’t help but growl out of pleasure when you see the little bump in his stomach from the amount of cum you’ve pumped into him.

“open,” he says as he scoops up another bit of yogurt.

your hands grabs his knees and spread his legs apart. his little dick sitting on your abdomen, spent and soft. slick and cum glimmering on his inner thighs.

he blushes, closing his legs again. “no idiot! mouth! open mouth!”

despite his teasing tactics, he does let you fuck him anywhere and everywhere

SEO CHANGBIN—

oh your rut with changbin? always ends up with you either making him a total mess or instigating a flash heat (read:a/n at bottom)

he can never walk straight afterwards, mostly because he just can’t say no to you. you fuck him anywhere and everywhere.

you love his thighs, marking them up every single time

you love messing with him even in rut

your knot is still very latched on to his rim. he’s trying to be relaxed, eyes closed as he takes soft breathes. you love seeing your omega full with you, under you. but you also like having him cry.

you pull away a bit, his rim tugging at your knot and he jolts and cries out. “Y/N!”

you frown. he notices.

“a-alpha. no, that hurts.”

you do let him go out the room, proud of the marks on his body for people to see

he knows the pack won’t touch him, so you rest while he goes out the room for a meal and bring you some back

you totally ignore his complaints when your rut is over

HWANG HYUNJIN—

hyunjin is awkward. not as much as the first time you shared your rut with him, but sometimes he’s just there and he can’t think of what to do

he does let you put him in all positions but you like doggy style, the arch of his back is beautiful, must be a dancer thing

he does get overwhelmed easily, so when he begs you to stop you listen

one thing he loves is how you play with his nipples

“drink,” he says as he hands the water bottle to you.

you grimace but obey, chugging the bottle down in mere seconds. he watches you for a while before fixing the nest, changing the sheet underneath the two of you to a cleaner one. he’s more to cuddle and scent than have sex day and night.

you don’t mind, you like changing the scent of distress in hyunjin’s scent to a happy one. you sometimes over-scent him and your strong rut pheromones stay on him up to two days after your rut is over.

he doesn’t really like when you knot him, if your rut lasts, lets say, four days, you can only knot him twice a day.

but he does like when you cum inside. (a/n)

HAN JISUNG—

an absolutely cry baby. he likes being overstimulated, but he cries over it

you love picking him up and pounding into him on the wall.

your tiny omega is always flush with sweat and marks. you love licking his sweat, he hates it but he doesn’t really complain

sometimes he tries to crawl away but having you cuff him by the neck and pin him down is such a turn on to him

honestly he forgets to eat so he has to set alarms for him to remember the two of you need to eat and drink.

“ngh, y/n-“ he groans when you rub your hand over the bulge in his stomach.

your grin is sadistic, your dick pounding into him but the bulge prominent enough to touch. jisung squirms under you, realizing you have every means to make him overwhelmed again.

he always comes untouched when you’re in rut. and he’s so, so close again when his alarm goes off and he realizes you two have not eaten all day.

“omega seems pretty full to me,” you tease as you bring his hand to feel the bulge of his stomach.

he definitely makes you choke on your water for that.

also likes it when you fuck him on every surface

LEE FELIX—

makes sure you’re fed and hydrated above everything else

you’re more prone to napping your whole rut away with him

your dick will always be deep in him when you nap, huddled close to him

the only place he’ll let you fuck him outside the nest is the shower or tub

due to the unhealthy diets he’s had to go through, his production of slick is also scarce

“nn,” you grumble into his neck, your hands pushing the back of his knees into his chest.

felix honestly loves the fact that no matter how rut induced you are, you still care for him. it’s natural of course, he is your omega. he likes to watch your dick slide in, a small bulge forming whenever you’re deep inside him. it’s those heated moments that have him produce enough slick, but day and night? he has to depend on lube.

still, you assure him you’re fine with it. the way you tenderly kiss his neck and scent gland speaks of how you’re more than happy that he’s just here with you.

sometimes he’d rather ride you, but it ends with him slamming up into him and doing all the work

KIM SEUNGMIN—

surprisingly, even outside of rut, you were amazed at how much of a cock slut he is

he’ll not just take you anywhere in the room but he’ll take you anywhere

mouth, ass, you just get your rut wave out of the way and he’ll be happy to be of use

he OVERFEEDS you, sometimes he does it on purpose so that you can sleep more

you’re balls deep in him, knocked out and breathing down his nape. there’s a thin blanket over you and him, it doesn’t matter that it’s just you and him in the room, he still gets shy over his naked body.

at first he wanted to keep a shirt on while your rut was in play, but you always ended up ripping it off and marking him up. in the end you settled with a blanket covering him when the two of you were not actively fucking.

fuck him on the floor, in the nest, over the dresser counter, over the sink, in the shower. he’ll love it.

also, he doesn’t like leaving the nest, so he always has bottles of water stashed under a pillow and the mini fridge stocked with food

YANG JEONGIN—

practically in charge of you during your rut

you can’t fuck him unless he openly allows you, he makes sure you rest/sleep good above everything

of course, he does have a high libido, so you go through maybe about 5-7 rounds until he tells you that’s enough for the day

he loves giving you a bath/showering you when you’re in rut

surprisingly , you’re a little pliant when in rut. he learned you prefer him to touch you one way or another and that would be enough. you’d sit between his thighs on a tony stool while he shampoos your head. his pretty hands lathering you up with soap and body-wash.

he’ll sit on your lap in the nest while drying your hair with a towel. sometimes he’ll even sit on your dick while doing it, providing you some sort of sexual content. above everything he’ll let you mark him up.

he’ll probably give you a handjob before going to sleep for the night

the best make-out sessions

a/n: so a flash heat is when an omega is induced into a heat that lasts a day or two. while normal heats last from five days to up to a week. flash heats are caused when the omega is extremely overwhelmed and needs care one way or another. seeking it’s mate for it.

a/n: alphas can choose to either pop a knot or not. knotting simply happens when in means for the omega or beta to be plugged up with their cum in means to “catch” or conceive. an alpha can still orgasm without popping a knot.

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thehereticdiaries · 3 months ago

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Pack Mentality: Chapter One

Chapter Summary: You're working at your dad's hobby shop when you run into Seungmin, a beta with the protective nature of an alpha. He calls in his pack alpha, and they have to use some... unconventional methods to convince your dad to let you leave

Warnings (These are IMPORTANT!!): Verbal, emotional, and physical abuse at the hands of a family member / threats of violence (not acted upon) / prejudice against omegas / reader is treated like an object

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There’s a hole-in-the-wall hobby shop that Seungmin wanted to visit. One of his friends from JYP told him about it, and the shop has figures for a show that he and Jeongin enjoy together. Since they were on a short break, Seungmin utilized the day off to walk down to the shop. It was surprisingly close to the dorms. It was odd that he hadn’t found it sooner.

The hobby shop was longer than it was wide. It was packed with comics, figures, board and video games, and other miscellaneous nerd shit (/pos). A tiny office sat behind the front counter, and you were currently standing by the door. Your dad owned the hobby shop and he had you work there most days. When he called you into the office, you felt your heart drop into your stomach. Nothing good ever happened in that office.

“You know why I called you in here?” Venom hid just below the surface of your dad’s question. There was no right answer here. If you said no, he’d berate you for being so air-headed that you couldn’t recognize your mistake. If you said yes, he’d punish you for ignoring your mistake instead of telling him immediately.

“No, sir.” You decided the verbal lashing would be easier to take than the physical. He scowled at you.

“You fucked up the comic order, you dumb bitch!” You flinched at the sudden increase in his voice. Tears burned at the back of your eyes. “Do you even know what you fucked up?” You shook your head, not trusting your voice. He scoffed and shoved a piece of paper into your hands. You scanned the numbers, scrunching your eyebrows when you couldn’t find a mistake.

“You ordered the wrong volumes of Geiger.”

“I ordered volumes 1 and 2, like the list said.” You were beyond confused. The order list was meticulous, you never messed up an order.

“You ordered Geiger 1 and 2. You were supposed to order Geiger: Ground Zero 1 and 2.” His tone was turning impatient, dangerous. “We already have the ones you ordered!” He snatched the order summary from your hands.

“I’m- I’m sorry, the order list only said Geiger. It didn’t specify Ground Zero.”

“So you’re trying to blame your fuck up on me?” He slammed the paper into his desk. It took every ounce of willpower you had to keep yourself from hiding behind the door frame. “I shouldn’t have to specify that it’s Ground Zero. If you had used your fucking brain you would have figured out that we already have 1 and 2 of the original series. The obvious fucking answer would be to order the other first and second volumes in the series!”

“I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.” Your voice was shakier than you wanted it to be. Weakness only makes it worse.

“Yea, sure it won’t,” he scoffed. “I should have never trusted an omega to handle such an important task.” Traitorous tears escaped as your breathing increased. “God, go calm yourself down. Your sad omega stink is gonna drive away customers.”

“Yes, sir.” You turned to leave the stifling walls of the office. A rough hand gripped your bicep, pulling you back into the room.

“Do not let any customers see or smell you, understand?” He squeezed your arm harder. There were definitely going to be finger-shaped bruises there later. “Understand?” You nodded rapidly. He released your arm with a shove and you immediately rushed to the gaming room at the back of the store.

Seungmin stood among the shelves lining one side of the shop, unaware of the conversation going on in the office. He was browsing through the many figurines when you hurried past him with your head down. The overwhelming smell of utter fear hit Seungmin like a brick. His head snapped up but you were already disappearing into the gaming room.

Normally, Seungmin and his beta had a very understanding relationship. The beta stayed relatively quiet, really only piping up during important matters. He had never heard his beta shouting at him like it was at this moment.

Omega! Packmate! She’s crying, why is she crying? Who hurt her?! The beta’s voice bounced around his skull. Seungmin’s eyes widened when the beta’s words were fully processed in his mind. He quickly unlocked his phone, clicking on Chan’s contact. He needed to know, he needed to be here. Seungmin was worried he wouldn’t be able to calm you down on his own.

“Seungmin? Is everything alright?” Chan answered after two rings. An actual phone call from the beta usually didn’t bode well.

“I have good news and bad news. The good news: I found our last packmate.”

“What?! That’s amazing! What’s their name? What’s their presentation? What-”

“Chan. I haven’t spoken with her yet. I didn’t even get a look at her face. She rushed past me in tears and all I could smell on her was fear,” Seungmin interrupted Chan’s excited questions. He felt a little bad for cutting off his pack alpha, but this was urgent.

“She’s what? Why is she crying?”

“I don’t know, but I intend to find out. You need to get down here while I go talk to her. She was practically hyperventilating and I’m worried about her passing out.” Seungmin hung up after receiving an affirmative from Chan. He shared his location before moving to the back of the store.

The gaming room was just another small office outfitted with a TV, bean bag chairs, and a small table for RPGs. You huddled under the table, clutching your mom’s hoodie to your chest in a pathetic attempt to nest. A soft knock forced you out of your thoughts. Before you could answer, the door opened and a young man with short, dark hair peeped in.

“Oh, did you want to use the room? I’ll leave.” You really, really didn’t want to go back out to the shop, but you couldn’t let a customer see you in your distressed state.

“No, no, you don’t have to move if you don’t want to. I actually came in here to see if you were okay?” His forehead was creased in concern.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Not to be rude, but I can tell you’re lying. You’ve been crying.” He moved into the room to crouch in front of the table. “Can I sit?” At your nod, he sat criss-cross in front of your cowering form. You had your back pressed into the wall, in a fetal position. It honestly broke his heart.

“I’m sorry, you’re a customer. You shouldn’t have to worry about me,” you whimpered. You hated how your voice cracked. You hated that you were worrying this boy with your problems.

“Customer or not, I don’t ignore people when they’re this upset.” His kind eyes and words warmed your heart. “I’m Seungmin, what’s your name?”

“Y/N.”

“You’re still breathing really heavily. Do you want me to walk you through some breathing exercises?” You hesitated for a second, eyes flicking to the now open door. Seungmin hummed and quickly shut the door, then returned to his place in front of you. “Ready?” You nodded. Seungmin patiently helped you calm your breathing.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” You asked, now a bit calmer. Your scent was still tinged with fear, but its usual sweetness was slowly returning. The lavender and peppermint made Seungmin dizzy, it was so intoxicating. He kept his composure for your sake. He didn’t want to scare you more, but the truth would be better in the long run.

“I don’t want to freak you out, but I think you’re the missing member of my pack.” Your eyes widened and you kept the bottom half of your face hidden behind the hoodie. “You probably can’t tell since you’re congested.”

“Can you hand me the tissues from the bookshelf behind you? I want to confirm for myself before I get too excited.” Seungmin nodded and reached up to grab the box. His shirt lifted with his arm, showing a sliver of skin. Your eyes were glued to it. He set the tissues in front of you so you could blow your nose. Several tissues and a lot of sniffling later, your sense of smell returned. The scent of cedarwood and lemon surrounded you. It was calming, and you knew in your gut that Seungmin was telling the truth.

“Finally caught my scent, huh?” Seungmin teased when your nostrils flared. He could finally see your whole face. Him and his beta had the same thought: cute. A light pink dusted your cheeks.

“I did call my pack alpha before I came in here. I asked him to meet me here. Do you want to wait to explain what happened? So you don’t have to say it all twice.” You nodded again. You were nervous about being near a strange alpha, but if Seungmin trusted him, you did too.

“Can… Can I hold your hand?” You asked timidly. Seungmin smiled and scooted closer to lace his fingers with yours. He leaned against the leg of the table so you could stay under it. The two of you sat in a comfortable silence until his phone rang.

“Hey, you here? Yeah. Yeah I’m still with her. Back of the store, there’s a door on the left side of a short hallway. Okay, see you in a second.” You listened to one side of the conversation, getting the gist of it. Seungmin’s pack alpha was here, and he was headed to the room you were hiding in. The door opened and another dark haired man stepped in before shutting it behind him. Seungmin gestured to you. The new person probably couldn’t see you under the table. He crouched down and his heart absolutely shattered.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he cooed when he saw your hunched figure and tear stained face. He sat next to Seungmin.

“Chan, this is Y/N.” Seungmin ran his thumb across your knuckles to reassure you that you were safe. The alpha smelled of mahogany and amber. Normally, any alpha’s scent puts you on edge, but his was strangely relaxing. There was something slightly different about his scent that you couldn’t put your finger on. It was like Seungmin’s with something extra added in.

“Hi, Y/N. It’s nice to meet you. Although I wish it was under better circumstances.” He kept his voice low, as if he was afraid to break the heavy silence. “Can you tell me what happened?” You inhaled sharply and squeezed Seungmin’s hand.

“Take your time, we know you’re nervous,” Seungmin gently reassured you.

“You don’t have to, but do you want a hug?” Chan tilted his head and opened up his arms. You thought about it for a second, but you couldn’t resist his scent. You crawled over to the alpha, allowing him to pull you to his chest. You sat between his outstretched legs, your own laid on Seungmin’s lap. The room once again fell to silence so you could gather your thoughts. Gentle hands traced patterns along your back and legs.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled after a minute of listening to Chan’s breathing and heartbeat. You kept your eyes fixed on your fingers. You picked at the skin around your nails.

“What are you apologizing for, love?” You tucked your chin closer to your chest, almost afraid to answer the alpha’s question. You couldn’t help it. All the alphas you’ve ever encountered got angry when you answered wrong in their eyes.

“Cus your last packmate is a useless omega. I’m sorry that you’ll have to put up with me.” Both boys’ eyes widened at your words.

“You’re not useless, Y/N. Who said that to you?” You refused to meet Seungmin’s gaze.

“Please tell us what’s going on,” Chan added. You picked at your skin harder. How were you supposed to burden them with your issues? Chan used one hand to stop your anxious habit. The other cupped your cheek, pulling you so you faced him. Your eyes stayed locked on his hoodie strings. “Look at me, please, Y/N. I want to help you.”

“I can’t. I shouldn’t push my problems onto other people.”

“Omega, look at me.” He didn’t like pulling the subgender card, but it was the only thing he could think of to get through to you. You reluctantly made eye contact, fresh tears gathering on your lash line. Chan’s thumb brushed over your cheekbone, breaking down the last of your resolve.

“My dad.”

“Your dad did this to you? Has he done this before?” Seungmin asked. You nodded weakly. Chan tensed, taking a deep breath to keep his composure.

“What kind of things has your dad said to you?”

“You’re a worthless excuse for a daughter. If I’d known you’d turn out to be an omega, I never would’ve agreed to have you. No alpha with any self respect would want to claim you. You’ll be lucky if you can get a beta.” You rattled off as many of the insults your dad has said to you as you could remember. Chan felt his blood boiling with every word. He looked to Seungmin, but the younger beta was seething.

“When did this start?” Chan asked through gritted teeth. You sat up so your head was no longer on his chest and shrugged.

“Since I presented as an omega. So eight years? I think he wanted me to be an alpha like him,” you sighed. Your life would have been so much easier if you had been an alpha. The shoulder of your cardigan fell, exposing your upper arm. From his angle, Chan couldn’t see what Seungmin could. He zeroed in on the fresh bruises, distinctly shaped like fingers.

“Are those bruises? Has your dad fucking hit you?” You flinched at Seungmin’s harsh tone. “I’m not angry with you, I promise. I’m angry that your own father could be so cruel to you.”

“Have you tried to move out? Obviously this isn’t your fault, but maybe if you could get some distance…” Chan trailed off. You shook your head.

“I can’t. He doesn’t pay me to work here, I don’t have any money. He- He said he’d hurt my mom if I tried to leave.”

“Does your mom know about this?” Chan rubbed soothing circles over your wrist’s scent gland.

“No. My dad is smart. He doesn’t leave marks on the visible parts of my body. If I try to leave, or try to tell mom, he said he’d kill her and sell me to an omega ring.” You admitted quietly.

“What about the police?”

“Dad has friends on the force. They’d dismiss my report without even looking at it.” You sounded so defeated. It made the boys’ hearts drop.

“Jesus fuck,” Seungmin scoffed in disbelief. “Chan, how are we going to get her to the dorms? We can’t just leave her here.”

“I know, I know. Let me think for a second.” Chan pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. Anxiety creeped into your gut the longer he stayed quiet.

“You don’t have to do anything. I can handle-”

“Absolutely not. We, I, can’t leave you here with an abusive asshole.” Seungmin left no room for arguments.

“Right, I have an idea but I hate it,” Chan announced. “You said he was willing to sell you?” He cringed before meeting your gaze. You gaped at the suggestion.

“N-no, I could never ask you to waste your money on me. I don’t even know how much he’d ask for,” you protested.

“First, it wouldn’t be a waste of my money. It would be a small price to pay to get my omega out of an abusive household.” You perked up slightly when he called you his omega so casually. “Second, the amount doesn’t matter. Our pack all have a very well-paying job.”

“I need to make sure he won’t turn on mom,” you noted. Chan nodded and pulled you both to stand.

“Stay with Seungmin and let me do the talking. I'll have to sound like a douchey alpha to pull this off,” he instructed. You clung to Seungmin’s arm, steeling yourself for the confrontation. Chan led the two of you to the front of the store.

“Hey guys, you find everything alright?” Your dad had a polite smile, but you saw the malice hiding in his eyes. “I hope my daughter didn’t bother you too much.”

“I’d actually like to talk to you about her,” Chan stated. He leaned against the counter with his hands in his pockets. Your dad gestured for him to continue. “How much?”

“Excuse me?”

“How much do you want for her? I could use another omega in my pack. Half of us are alphas and there’s only so much the betas can do to help.” Chan sounded shockingly similar to a frat boy. If you hadn’t just spent the last 15 minutes being comforted by him, you’d be pissed.

Your dad scoffed. “Are you asking to buy my daughter?”

“Obviously.”

“$500,000.” You squeaked and tried to protest, but Seungmin’s hand squeezing your own stopped you in your tracks. “In cash.”

“Done. Give me ten minutes to hit the bank. I’m leaving my beta here to watch her.” Chan sauntered out the door before your dad could say anything else.

“Well, would you look at that? You’re finally useful to me,” your dad sneered. You shrunk into yourself. Seungmin’s jaw twitched as he held his tongue.

“What are you gonna tell mom?” You couldn’t leave if he wanted to hurt her. Your dad put a finger to his chin in mock deliberation. Without answering you, he pulled out his phone and started a call.

“Hi, honey! Is everything alright? You don’t normally call during the work day,” your mom’s voice echoed through the speaker. Your dad smirked at your expression twisting in anxiety.

“I’ve actually got great news. Y/N has finally decided that she’s ready to move out of the house!” He gloated. “She said she met a friend at school. She wants to move in with her.”

“Oh! That’s a surprise for sure. Sweetheart? Who’s this friend? You know you’re more than welcome to stay home until you’re done with school.”

“Hey mom. My friend’s name is Ji-ah, and I am 100% certain that I want to move in with her,” you easily followed the lie.

“Okay, but please make sure you call and visit! I’m going to have a tough time going back to just me and dad,” your mom quickly requested.

“I will. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“Alright, I’ll see you later, hun.” Your dad abruptly ended the call. “See? Easy. And now I’ll be able to take Min-Ji on the honeymoon we never got because of you.” An awkward, heavy silence filled the store. It was interrupted by the bell over the door, revealing Chan with a thick bank envelope.

“Here.” He shoved the envelope into your dad’s chest. “I’ll be taking her now.” Your dad hummed, distracted by flicking through the hundred dollar bills. Chan rolled his eyes and led you and Seungmin onto the sidewalk. Chan hung a few feet behind you and Seungmin as the beta pulled you along to their dorm. He quickly unlocked his phone to call Minho, his second in command.

“Chan? Where did you go? Jisung said you left the studio in a rush.” Minho answered immediately.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to worry him, but Seungmin needed me. He found our missing packmate and he needed help calming her down,” Chan explained. “Minho, her dad was abusive. She has bruises and she’s incredibly hard on herself.”

“Christ, you got her out though?”

“Yea, but I had to fucking buy her from her shitty excuse of a father,” Chan scoffed at the ridiculous notion. He heard a deep breath on Minho’s end.

“What do you need me to do?” Minho’s voice was calm, but Chan could tell that he was holding back his rage.

“Get everyone into their own rooms except for Felix. He’s going to be the first one to meet her. Having another omega close will keep her from panicking.” Chan instructed the younger alpha. “I’ll bring everyone in slowly, so she can adjust and get used to our scents.”

“Alright. I’ll make sure everyone knows what she’s been through. I know I’ll need a few minutes to compose myself, I’m sure I won’t be the only one.”

“Good, thank you, Minho. We’ll be back in like 15 minutes,” Chan said a quick goodbye before hanging up. He sped up so he was walking right behind you and Seungmin. The rest of the walk went by in an anxious silence.

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ot8xbangchansgirlsblog · 4 months ago

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ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥: Fresh start

Word count: 4507

Summary: After freshening up, Y/N is warmly welcomed by her pack and her new scent, especially Felix and Han, but the mood shifts when I.N becomes overwhelmed by her returning scent. Chan and Lee Know reassure him, while Y/N feels guilty. Hyunjin then invites her on a grocery run, allowing them to bond despite her nervousness. Upon returning, they find the pack in turmoil due to Seungmin’s hurtful words to Felix. Y/N steps in to mediate, expressing her desire to belong and urging unity. After the confrontation, she finds comfort in Hyunjin’s support while unpacking her belongings, deepening their connection and making her feel more at home.

Warning: Angst/comfort, cursing, hate.

After Y/N freshened up, she made her way downstairs, the familiar sounds of her pack filling the air. As soon as she reached the bottom step, she was ambushed by Felix and Han.

"Y/Nnie! I missed you so much!" Felix exclaimed, his eyes shining with joy as he wrapped her in a bear hug.

"You smell so sweet, Y/Nnie," Han chimed in, pressing his face into her neck, inhaling deeply.

"Hannie, stop licking it!" she squeaked, laughter bubbling up as Han playfully nuzzled her scent gland. "That tickles!"

"Can’t help it! You just smell so good," he teased, grinning at her reaction.

Just then, Chan stepped in, a mix of amusement and exasperation on his face. "You two, cut it out. Let her breathe!"

Felix pouted but let go, while Han feigned innocence. "We’re just showing our love, Chan!"

"Well, your love is suffocating her," Chan replied, shaking his head with a chuckle. "Now come eat before it gets cold!"

Lee Know appeared from the kitchen, expertly placing down a feast of breakfast dishes. "Seriously, guys, let her eat," he said, rolling his eyes.

"Whoa, bacon!" Changbin yelled, rushing in and plopping down at the table as the rest of the members filtered in one by one.

Just then, I.N stumbled into the room, his face pale and his hair disheveled. "Chan?" he mumbled, gripping the doorway for support.

The room fell silent, everyone’s eyes turning toward him with concern. "Oh my God, what’s wrong, I.N?" Chan rushed over, guiding him to a nearby chair.

"I... there’s a new scent," I.N gasped, clutching his chest. "It’s making my alpha go crazy, Chan. My heart won’t stop racing. I feel so sick."

Panic flickered across Chan's face as he exchanged a worried glance with Lee Know. "Innie, that’s Y/N’s scent. She got her scent back," he said slowly, the realization dawning on them both.

"What?!" I.N’s eyes widened, confusion mixing with distress. "But how? Is she okay?"

"She’s fine!" Chan reassured him, placing a steadying hand on his shoulder. "You just need to breathe. It’s overwhelming, but it’s just her. You’ll get used to it."

"Yeah, your alpha instincts are just reacting," Lee Know added, trying to keep the mood light. "You’re okay, just… chill."

“Will he be okay?” Y/N asked, a twinge of guilt creeping into her voice as she watched I.N struggle.

“Yeah, he’ll be fine. His alpha just needs to adjust to you and your new scent,” Changbin reassured her, handing I.N a cup of water. “Here, drink this.”

“O-okay, but do I have to stay away from him…?” she frowned, her fingers absentmindedly playing with Felix’s charm bracelet, a nervous habit she’d developed.

“No, no! I can handle it,” I.N insisted, though his eyes flashed red momentarily as he squeezed them shut, trying to regain control. He let out a soft growl, his nails digging into Chan’s skin as he fought against the overwhelming sensations.

“I.Nnie, you should go back to bed,” Chan said, his voice laced with concern as he felt I.N’s grip tightening.

“I’ll take him, Hyung,” Han offered, rising from his seat, but Chan quickly shook his head.

“No, babe, he’s really heavy. You might tumble and fall,” Chan replied, carefully lifting I.N, who felt almost weightless in his arms despite the tension radiating from him.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean for this to happen,” Y/N said, her voice trembling slightly. “I can put on the scent blockers so you don’t have to feel like this.”

“NO. Don’t,” I.N huffed, frustration etched on his face as he held his head in his hands. “You just got better! I’m not going to ruin that again.”

Chan exchanged worried glances with the others, feeling the weight of I.N’s struggle. “You’re not ruining anything. We’ll figure this out together. Just breathe.”

I.N took a shaky breath, trying to calm his racing heart. “It’s just… it feels like I’m on fire. I can’t help it,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper

“I’ll bring some ginger tea; it should help,” Leeknow instructed, getting started on the tea as Chan hummed and slipped away into the corridors.

“Felix, babe, I need you to show Y/N her room, please, and help her unpack, okay?” Leeknow asked, glancing over his shoulder.

“Alright, baby, I got you,” Felix replied, planting a quick kiss on Leeknow’s cheek before heading to the sink to put his dishes away.

“Han, can you go grab more eggs from the chicken coop?” Leeknow asked, pouring hot water into a cup.

“I can do that! Can I take Y/N with me, Hyung?” Han pleaded, giving Leeknow his best puppy-dog eyes.

Leeknow rolled his eyes but eventually nodded. “Okay, but you two be careful. No crossing the forest line, understood?” He shot them a serious look, making sure they understood.

“Yes, yes—”

“Good morning, everyone!” Hyunjin strolled into the kitchen, his aura commanding instant attention. Y/N froze, sitting up straight, while Felix pouted.

“I’m going to the store. Y/N, come on,” Hyunjin said, his gaze locking onto her, causing the room to fall silent.

“M-me?” she stammered, swallowing hard.

“Yes, you pabo. Who else is named Y/N?” Hyunjin smirked, leaning casually against the doorframe, arms crossed.

“B-but I thought you hated me…” Y/N’s voice faltered, her grip tightening around Felix’s hand. She felt a mix of fear and a longing for acceptance from Hyunjin, despite his past behavior.

“Ugh,” Hyunjin rolled his eyes, furrowing his brow as he grabbed a piece of toast. “I can tolerate you. Come on before I change my mind.” With that, he headed out, leaving an echo of tension in the air.

“I think you should go, Y/Nnie. It’ll give you guys some time alone,” Changbin encouraged her gently.

“R-really?” she whispered, hope flickering in her chest.

“Yeah, I talked to him, so he’ll behave,” Leeknow chimed in, grabbing the cup of tea for I.N. “Good luck, baby.”

Y/N glanced at Felix, who looked just as confused but supportive. Slowly, she let go of his hand.

“I’ll come with you,” Felix said, shrugging as he stood up.

“But Felix—” she hissed, anxiety creeping in.

“It’s good for you guys to get along. I hate my mates fighting,” Felix whined, pulling her toward the door. “This is a good time for him to apologize.”

“Felix!” she protested, but they were already outside, standing by Hyunjin’s car. He looked at them with an expression of mild boredom as he unlocked the door.

“You two behave. Actually, Hyunjin, you behave. If you hurt her, I swear—”

“Babe, I won’t. Calm down,” Hyunjin huffed, starting the engine.

“Felix, I thought you were coming?” Y/N pouted, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“Nope! Hyunjin, drive before she jumps out of the car,” Felix giggled, closing the door just as Y/N’s eyes widened in surprise. Before she could react, they were pulling out of the driveway, her scent intensifying with rising fear.

“Relax, will you? Your scent is going to make me pass out,” Hyunjin said, turning on the AC.

“S-sorry,” Y/N muttered, trying to calm her racing heart. She felt trapped between excitement and anxiety, hoping that this awkward outing might lead to something better between her and Hyunjin.

She let out soft whimpers as Hyunjin’s gaze focused on her lap. He was wrestling with his own nerves, trying to figure out how to start the conversation. Why did she have to smell so good? His beta instincts were on high alert, making it hard to concentrate, and he almost missed the turn into the supermarket.

“Okay, listen,” he finally said as he parked the car. Y/N didn’t look up, worried he might think she was challenging him. Sighing, he reached for her shaking hands. “You need to breathe and stop shaking. I promise, I won’t hurt you.”

Y/N’s eyes widened as she stared at their hands interlocked in surprise. What was happening here?

“Y/N, I really want to apologize for making your past few days difficult,” he said, his voice softening.

“Apologize?” she whispered, glancing up at him, confusion flickering in her eyes. “But…”

“It wasn’t fair for me to judge you right away. I should have given you a chance before shutting you out. I guess I’m just… nervous. Sorry,” he chuckled, running a hand through his hair and squeezing her hands gently.

“You don’t have to be nervous, oppa,” she replied, her lips curving into a small smile. His flustered state was oddly endearing, and she felt a warmth spread through her.

“I’m really sorry for hurting your feelings. You’re part of our pack now, and it’s my job to take care of you. I’ve had my own struggles in the past, and they kind of clouded my judgment… just ask Jisung,” he added with a light laugh.

“I’ve heard about the headphones,” she giggled, feeling the tension lift as her scent brightened.

“Yeah, poor I.N.,” he said with a smirk, rubbing soothing circles on her hand. “The point is, I really hope we can start fresh.”

“It’s okay, oppa. I get where you’re coming from. I really appreciate your apology, and I’m all for a fresh start,” she replied, her voice warm.

“Thank you! And don’t worry about Seungmin; he’ll come around eventually,” Hyunjin said, his tone lightening. He leaned over and gave her hand a quick, friendly kiss, making her blush.

“Aish, so cute!” he laughed, quickly pulling out his phone to snap a picture of her adorable expression.

“NOOOO!” she squealed, trying to grab the phone from him.

“Too late!” he teased, playfully keeping it out of her reach. He turned off the car and opened the door with a grin. “Let’s head inside before they think I actually left you stranded,”

As they got out, she felt a mixture of relief and excitement. Maybe things were finally turning a corner between them.

"I'm just grabbing some paint," Hyunjin informed her as they wandered down a few aisles. He intertwined their fingers again, feeling his beta instincts kick into high gear now that he had one of his omega's by his side. “Don’t leave my side.”

"You paint?" Y/N asked softly, glancing at a few items on the shelves.

"Yeah, I think you've heard the rules about my painting room," he said, quickly looking at her. She remembered the tales of his exclusive space.

“Oh, yes! Can I see a painting?” she asked casually, but he stiffened for a moment, his mind racing.

“Yes, one day,” he replied, trying to maintain his composure as he picked out paints and brushes. “If you see anything you want, just put it in the tray, okay?”

“But oppa, I don’t have money,” she frowned.

“It’s okay, I’m paying—”

“But—”

“Pick something or we’re not leaving the store,” he said with a playful glare. She huffed like a little kid, reluctantly moving down the aisle. She felt a bit overwhelmed; having just gone on a shopping spree a few days ago, she wasn’t sure what to get.

“Don’t go too far, Y/N,” he warned, glancing back at her as she wandered into another aisle.

“Okay, oppa!” she called back, strolling around but making sure to return to him every few minutes. Once he finished, he quickly followed her as she looked for something she wanted.

“Can I get some baking supplies?” she asked when they reached the baking aisle.

“Yeah, go ahead. Do you like baking?” Hyunjin asked, looking up from his phone.

“Yes, I do! I noticed you guys only have trays for brownies,” she pouted, dropping pans into the basket.

“Yeah, because Felix only bakes brownies and cookies,” he explained, leaning over to admire her. She looked beautiful, her skin glowing under the store’s lights.

“Really? That needs to change now that I’m here. I’m going to teach him more recipes—”

Suddenly, a voice squealed, interrupting their peaceful shopping. “Oh my god, are you Hyunjin? Hyunjin from Stray Kids? Camilla, I told you it was him!”

“Ugh, we forgot to wear masks,” he hissed, cursing himself. He instinctively stood in front of Y/N, shielding her while putting on a forced smile.

“Hello, ladies,” he said, waving and bowing slightly.

“Hyunjin! Can we please have a picture?” one girl asked, grabbing onto him without consent.

“Hey, whoa, calm down,” he chuckled nervously, trying to pry her off him. “I’m kind of busy right now, so I can’t really take pictures.”

Y/N felt her agitation rising as she softly growled, her protective instincts flaring. Why were they touching him without asking?

“But Hyunjin! This is the first time I’ve ever seen you!” another girl exclaimed.

“He said back off,” Y/N growled softly again, her eyes shimmering gold. Hyunjin gasped and quickly pulled her under his arm, trying to comfort her.

“Ladies, we’ll be off. Maybe next time,” he said, panic creeping into his voice. He felt Y/N’s tension and wanted to diffuse the situation as quickly as possible. The girls looked surprised but took a step back, realizing they’d crossed a line.

“Let’s go, Y/N,” he said, guiding her away. “I’m sorry about that. You okay?”

She nodded, though she still felt the remnants of her frustration. “Yeah, just... why didn’t they ask first?”

“I know, they really should have respected our space,” he replied, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. “But let’s focus on you for now. What else do you want to pick out?”

Y/N pouted slightly, feeling a mix of frustration and gratitude that he was so quick to brush off the situation but she decided to let it go for now. “I’ve got everything for baking, but can I grab a few snacks for I.N? He wasn’t feeling so well.”

“Of course,” he said, shrugging with a smile. “Let’s find him some good stuff.” He followed her around the aisle, his fingers still tapping away on his phone as he texted the group about the situation, balancing concern for I.N with a playful ease as they browsed together.

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𝔹𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕠𝕗 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕠𝕤💦🍑

Babydaddy🍆💦:

How's shopping going babe? Did she forgive you?

GreekGod👨‍🎨 :

Yeah she did and shopping is alright, she's picking out a few baking supplies right now

Sunshinetwin#1💛🐣:

Ohh! she looks so cute Hyung!🥺😍

Sunshinetwin#2❤️🍑:

Yes she does! tell her i say i miss her😭

Gymdaddy❤️💦🍆:

You guys just saw her 20 minutes ago🤔🤔

Sunshinetwin#2❤️🍑:

Yes but still. I miss her☹️☹️

GreekGod👨‍🎨 :

We'll be home in a bit. She wants to pick up some snacks for I.N and you guys

Babybread🦊🩵:

Yah! she's so cute i cant handle it.🥰🥰

Catmommy😻❤️:

Are you feeling better innie?

Babybread🦊🩵:

Yes hyung, i've calmed down a bit

GreekGod👨‍🎨 :

what even happened?

Babydaddy🍆💦:

He needs to get used to Y/n's scent or he might go feral on her

GreekGod👨‍🎨 :

Damn! that's tough, you'll be okay baby. i'll come cuddle you when i'm back

Meanie🐶❤️:

That's a sign for her to leave, i thought you were on my team Hyunjin? why are you with her?

GreekGod👨‍🎨 :

Okay first of all there is no such thing as teams🙄🙄

GreekGod👨‍🎨 :

and Leeknow-hyung and Channie-hyung talked some sense into me and she's actually pretty cool to hang out with. you should get to know her

Meanie🐶❤️:

I'd rather die.😒

Babydaddy🍆💦:

Behave now.🤨

Meanie🐶❤️:

Don't tell me what to do.

Catmommy😻❤️:

Who are you talking to like that?🤨

Meanie🐶❤️:

BangChan who else? Leave me alone Leeknow.

Sunshinetwin#1💛🐣:

ouu you've done it this time seungmin.😰😰

Meanie🐶❤️:

Shut up Felix this is your fault

Sunshinetwin#1💛🐣:

Im sorry Seungmin ☹️☹️

GreekGod👨‍🎨 :

Don't talk to him like that or i'll deal with you when i get home🤨

Babydaddy🍆💦:

No i will.

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“Hyunjin?” Y/N called, tugging at his sweater as he furiously texted on his phone, seemingly lost in his own world. “Hyunjin? Is everything okay?” Her nose scrunched up at the sour scent wafting off him, a mix of anxiety and frustration.

“Hyunjin, your scent—” she coughed, tugging harder at his jacket. Finally, he snapped out of it.

“Hey, whoa, sorry. I was distracted. You okay?” He rubbed her back, trying to calm both himself and her.

“Yeah, I was saying I was done,” she said, shifting on her foot nervously while glancing into the basket filled with their finds.

“Okay, let’s go,” he said, but she didn’t budge, a frown deepening on her face.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He crouched slightly to meet her gaze.

“Are you mad at me? If I made you mad, I can put something back—”

“No, love, I’m not mad. I’m mad at something else, but not you,” he reassured her, feeling a pang of guilt for making her worry.

“You sure?” she asked, her eyes searching his.

“Yes, I am,” he replied, pulling her under his arms again, feeling the tension ease a bit.

“U-um, can I scent you?” she asked, playing with his sleeve, her voice soft and a little shy. “Just to make sure?”

“Yes, once we get to the car, love,” he assured her with a gentle smile. They made their way to the register, and Hyunjin didn’t even wait for the total cost; he simply swiped his card and grabbed the bags, eager to get outside.

“Alright, let’s go,” he said, leading her out of the store.

Once they were outside, she took a deep breath, feeling the fresh air wash over her. “Thank you for letting me come with you,” she said, glancing up at him.

“Of course! I thought you might enjoy it,” he replied, his expression softening. “And besides, I wanted to spend some time with you. Just us.”

She smiled, feeling her heart flutter. “You really mean that?”

“Absolutely. Now, how about that scenting?” he teased lightly, guiding her to the car.

“Right!” Y/N grinned, her nervousness fading. Once inside, she leaned in closer, inhaling his comforting scent and scenting his neck glands. “See? Much better.”

“Glad I could help,” he chuckled, watching her with warmth. “Now let’s head home and show Felix your new baking supplies. He’s going to be so excited,”

“Definitely, And maybe we can bake together?” she suggested, her eyes lighting up.

“Sounds like a plan. I’m looking forward to it,” he replied, starting the engine and pulling out of the parking lot, feeling lighter now that they were back on the same page.

Y/N and Hyunjin stepped into the house, both feeling lighter after their shopping trip. But the moment they crossed the threshold, the atmosphere shifted. A huge argument echoed through the halls, making them pause.

“Man,” Hyunjin huffed, sighing as he grabbed all the bags out of the car. “What now?”

“Is everything okay? Why are they fighting?” Y/N asked, her brow furrowed in concern.

“Probably because of Seungmin,” Hyunjin replied, unlocking the door just as the argument grew louder. They navigated through the living room, which was empty, and entered the kitchen where Leeknow was cooking lunch.

“You aren’t getting involved?” Hyunjin snickered as he set down the snacks and Y/N’s supplies before reaching for his painting gear.

“Nope, the alphas are handling it. He made Felix cry,” Leeknow said, feeding Y/N a piece of kimchi. “Is it good?”

“Yes, oppa! But why is Felix crying?” she asked, reaching for I.N's snacks.

Leeknow exchanged a nervous glance with Hyunjin before he spoke. “Seungmin said some hurtful things, but it’s okay—”

“It is his fault! She wouldn’t even be here if he hadn’t brought her here!” Seungmin’s loud voice cut through the kitchen, making Y/N wince.

“No, it isn’t my fault! You’re the only one who has a problem!” Felix shrieked, his voice cracking as loud sobs followed.

“Hey! Both of you, cut it out now!” Changbin yelled, his commanding voice drowning out the chaos.

Feeling a mix of curiosity and concern, Y/N found her feet moving before she could think twice. She headed upstairs, Hyunjin right behind her. “Where are you going?” he asked, his tone a mix of worry and caution.

“I want to see what’s going on,” she replied, glancing back at him. “Maybe I can help.”

“Y/N, be careful,” he warned, though his tone held a hint of admiration for her bravery.

As they reached the top of the stairs, the argument grew even louder. Y/N stopped in front of a door slightly ajar, peeking inside to find Seungmin pacing, his face flushed with anger. Felix sat on the floor, tears streaming down his cheeks, while I.N stood with clenched fists, visibly upset.

“Can we all just calm down for a second?” I.N pleaded, his voice wavering. “This isn’t helping anyone!”

“Easy for you to say! You’re not the one who feels like the outsider here!” Seungmin shot back, frustration evident in his tone.

“Y/N is part of our pack now! You need to accept that!” Felix shouted through his tears, his voice breaking.

Hyunjin stepped forward, squeezing Y/N’s hand. “Maybe we shouldn't go in,” he suggested, his expression serious.

“Wait,” Y/N whispered, feeling the tension in the air. “I think I need to say something.” She took a deep breath, ready to step into the fray.

She squeezed Hyunjin’s hand for reassurance, then stepped into the room, her presence instantly capturing everyone's attention.

“Guys,” she said, her voice steady but gentle, “can we all just take a moment?”

I.N’s eyes widened in surprise, and Felix quickly wiped his tears, looking hopeful. “Y/N, you shouldn’t have to—”

“No, let her speak,” Hyunjin interrupted, stepping beside her. “She deserves to be heard.”

Y/N nodded, gathering her thoughts as she faced the room. “I know things have been tense since I got here. I appreciate that you all care so much, but I don’t want to be the reason for any more fighting. You’re my pack now, and I want us to get along.”

“Y/N, you don’t have to—” Changbin started, but she held up a hand.

“I do want to. It’s important to me. I know it’s hard for everyone to adjust, especially with how things started. But I really want to make this work,” she said, glancing at each of them. “You all mean a lot to me already, and I don’t want anyone to feel like they’re not included.”

Felix sniffled, his eyes glistening. “I just want us all to be happy.”

“Exactly,” Y/N encouraged, her voice steady. “Let’s find a way to support each other instead of pushing each other away. I promise I’m not here to take anyone’s place. I want to grow with all of you.”

“This is pathetic,” Seungmin scoffed, crossing his arms defiantly.

“Seriously, what’s your problem with me?” Y/N shot back, her gaze unwavering. “I get that you don’t like me, but the rest of the pack does. So what’s the issue? Can you stop bullying me and just back off?” Her voice carried a mix of frustration and hurt, and the room fell silent, the tension palpable.

“You don’t even know me, so why do you have a problem with me?” she continued, her voice firm but shaking slightly.

Seungmin only scoffed again before storming out, leaving everyone else in the room exchanging worried glances.

“I’ll go talk to him,” Chan sighed, getting off his bed and making his way after the beta. He paused to give Felix and Han a quick kiss on the forehead, offering them a reassuring smile.

Y/N felt a wave of frustration wash over her; she couldn’t bear to see Felix upset because of her. “I need some air,” she murmured and quickly slipped out of the room.

“Hey, are you okay?” Hyunjin called after her, his brow furrowing in concern. He gently grabbed her arm, stopping her from walking away.

“I just… I need to nest and have some time alone. Can you show me my room?” she sighed, looking up at him with tired eyes.

“Yeah, of course,” he replied, his tone warm and understanding. “Let’s go.”

They walked down the corridor together, the atmosphere lightening a little as they made their way to her room. “I’ll drop my stuff in my room and then come help you move the bags from Felix’s,” Hyunjin said, glancing at her.

She nodded, grateful for his support. Once they got the bags with all her new items and reached her room, which was similar to Felix’s but with a larger bed—likely because it was one of the guest rooms—Y/N felt a bit of relief wash over her.

She sat down in the middle of her bags, feeling the weight of the day finally starting to lift. Hyunjin flopped onto the bed, scrolling through his social media while occasionally checking in on her.

Y/N focused on folding her clothes, lost in her own thoughts as she neatly organized everything. Meanwhile, Hyunjin couldn’t resist snapping another photo of her, capturing the moment as she concentrated, wishing he could know what was going through her mind.

“Hey,” he said suddenly, breaking the silence. “You’re really good at this. Need any help?”

She looked up, surprised by his offer. “I appreciate it, but I think I’ve got it. Just give me a moment.”

“Okay, but I’m right here if you need me,” he assured her, a warm smile lighting up his face.

Feeling a bit lighter, Y/N smiled back, grateful for his presence.

She sighed again as she sat in the middle of the bags, her frustration bubbling beneath the surface. The tension from earlier with Seungmin still clung to her like a heavy blanket, and she felt overwhelmed. Hyunjin watched her from the bed, his heart aching for her. He wanted to comfort her, but he didn’t want to intrude.

“Hey,” he said softly again, breaking the silence. “You know, it’s okay to feel upset about Seungmin. He’s just… complicated.”

“Complicated?” she scoffed, folding a shirt with more force than necessary. “That’s one way to put it. I don’t understand why he has to be like this. I haven’t done anything to him.”

“Yeah, he can be a bit of a bully sometimes,” Hyunjin admitted, shifting to sit on the edge of the bed. “But it’s not about you. He has his own issues to deal with. It doesn’t make it right, though.”

“Doesn’t make it any easier for me either,” she replied, finally looking up to meet his gaze. “I just want to feel like I belong here, and he’s making that really hard.”

Hyunjin’s heart swelled with empathy. “You do belong, Y/N. I promise. The others see it, even if Seungmin can’t right now. Give him time.”

She nodded, but doubt still flickered in her eyes. “I just don’t want to be a burden to anyone. I hate that Felix is upset because of me.”

“Felix cares about you. We all do,” he reassured her. “He’ll come around. And as for Seungmin, he’ll figure it out eventually. You just have to keep being you.”

“Being me seems to be causing chaos,” she muttered, trying to chuckle but it came out as more of a sigh.

“Sometimes chaos is part of the process,” Hyunjin replied with a small smile. “Look at it this way: if he’s reacting this strongly, it means you matter. He wouldn’t waste energy on you if he didn’t.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, the corners of her mouth lifting slightly. “You really think so?”

“Absolutely. Just hang in there,” he said, his voice warm and encouraging. “Now, let’s tackle these bags. You can’t nest properly until your stuff is sorted.”

As they began to unpack again, Hyunjin found himself stealing glances at her, admiring how she focused on each item with care. She was mesmerizing in her own way, and he couldn’t help but capture another photo of her, hoping to remember this moment.

“Hyunjin, are you going to keep taking pictures of me?” she asked, catching him mid-snap.

“Maybe,” he replied playfully, grinning. “But only because you look cute while you work.”

“Cute, huh?” she said, rolling her eyes but unable to suppress a smile. “Keep that up, and I might start thinking you’re flirting with me.”

“Would that be so bad?” he teased, leaning back on his hands, a mischievous glint in his eye.

“Maybe not,” she admitted, her cheeks flushing slightly. “But let’s focus on unpacking first.”

“Deal,” he said, and they fell into a comfortable rhythm, chatting and laughing as they sorted through her belongings.

As the last bag was put away, Y/N finally felt a sense of calm washing over her. Nesting was important, and with Hyunjin’s support, she felt a little more at home. “Thanks for helping me,” she said softly, her gratitude genuine.

“Anytime, Y/N.” He paused, glancing toward the door. “Let’s get ready to leave, yeah? Practice starts soon and i think Chan will want us to have lunch before we leave,”

“Yeah,” she agreed.

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leviackermanscleaningbuddy · 1 year ago

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SKZ DRABBLE-OT8

Hunter. Hunted. Predator. Prey. It's all the same when you know how it ends right? Let the game begin.

Tags: SKZ, Stray Kids, Stay, Skz!Pack, skz!abo, Poly!skz, omegaverse abo, a/b/o, ot8, skz x you, skz x reader, ot8 x you, ot8 x reader, femreader, bang chan, lee minho, seo changbin, hwang hyunjin, lee felix, han jisung, kim seungmin, yang jeongin, ateez, ateez!pack, atiny, skz fluff, skz smut, primal play, primal skz

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Warnings: Primal Play, CNC, Choking, Unprotected Sex, Delayed After Care

Title: Catch Me if You Can

“They’re going to fucking murder us once they find out about this, you know.”

Yeosang effortlessly avoids a stubborn root breaking through the running trail, and matches your pace once more, his feet pounding on the pavement a distinct echo of your own.

“You worry too much.” You puff out, glancing down at your watch, taking note of the time and distance.

Yeosang shoots you a glare, shifting slightly to allow you to follow the curve of the path. “I worry just the right amount, thank you very much.” He retorts back, checking his own watch with a brief downward flick of his eyes. “You, on the contrary, don’t worry enough.”

You roll your eyes at your best friend, giving him a slightly exasperated, amused twist of your lips in response.

“I’m going to take that as a compliment.”

“It wasn’t.” He immediately deadpans back, picking up the pace a bit as the final stretch of your run comes into view.

You match him easily, your wolf reveling in stretching its legs.

Speeding up just enough to get in front of him, you turn and jog backward a few steps, offering him what you hope is a pleading look, batting your eyes for extra good measure.

“Please, Sangie? For me, baby? Mommy really wants this one.” Your voice is a whine, and you don’t miss the way he grimaces at your words.

“Ew. You’re disgusting. Don’t ever call yourself mommy ever again.”

He shoves past you and makes a sprint for the parking lot.

You grin, and follow after him, calling out loud enough to be heard over your pounding footsteps, “So is that a yes then?”

“Fuck you!” Yeosang calls back over his shoulder, giving you the middle finger without looking in your direction.

Your grin grows wider.

You’re going to take that as a yes.

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You push through the door into the apartment and are immediately met with the smell of something cooking.

Your stomach growls at the thought of food-Minho’s food- and you kick off your sneakers with a thud against the entryway hall, wincing slightly as they leave a scuff on the plaster.

Jeongin appears on his way to the living room, hoisting a backpack over his shoulder, and when he catches sight of you, he pauses, taking in your running outfit, the sheen of sweat on your skin.

“How many?” He asks without preamble, grinning at you.

“Twelve.” You answer back with an arch of your brow and a smug smirk, and he steps toward you to give you a fist bump, knuckles meeting your own.

“Nice.” He grins wider, nodding his head.

“Jesus Christ.” Jisung, who has just appeared in the doorway behind Jeongin, mutters beneath his breath at your words, as if the very thought of running twelve miles is utterly revolting to him.

“Whoa.” Changbin practically runs into the halted Jeongin and Jisung as he enters, and the small front hallway is beginning to feel more and more packed by the second. “I was unaware we were having a pack meeting by the front door.”

“We’re not.” Jisung chirps, herding Jeongin toward the living room. “Just saying hi to noona.”

Changbin pats the youngest on the head affectionately as he slips by him, and then proceeds to lean over to grab his shoes, already dressed for the gym, his duffle bag hanging loosely off one shoulder.

You move to allow him access to the closet, and suddenly, he freezes, eyes flicking up to your own.

You stare at him, unsure of what’s happening, and then he promptly drops his gym bag and straightens up, sneakers forgotten.

His hand goes against the wall beside your head, and he leans into you, fingers gripping your chin, pupils suddenly wide and dark.

“You smell fucking incredible.” He murmurs, voice on the edge of a growl.

Suddenly, it clicks.

You give him the hint of a smug smirk. “I just got back from a run.”

Changbin groans, as if he’s heavily considering the pros and cons of controlling himself, and then grits out, “God, I love when you go running.”

His fingers tighten on your chin, and he angles your head to expose your throat, before he leans over and licks one long stripe up the side of your neck with an expert, rough swipe of his tongue.

Everything inside of you turns to jelly.

“Fuck, you taste fucking incredible too.” He growls, lips brushing against the underside of your jaw with every word.

“Oh, fuck me.” Hyunjin groans in obvious disgust, appearing in the empty doorway, a pair of headphones in one hand, his painting supplies in the other.

He’s clearly referencing the swirl of alpha pheromones currently drenching the entryway, not to mention, Changbin’s mouth still on your skin, and his very clear erection pressed between the two of you.

“I would love nothing more.” Chan replies cheekily, appearing behind the disgruntled Hyunjin, giving him an affectionate pat on the head as he pushes past the clearly annoyed omega. “But later, Jinnie. Bin and I are late for the studio.” Changbin sighs and rolls his eyes heavenward at Chan’s words, pulling back from you reluctantly as the head alpha leans between the two of you to grab his shoes, either completely oblivious to the tension or blatantly choosing to ignore it.

“God fucking dammit.” The other alpha curses beneath his breath, and you swear you see Chan hide a smile.

“C’mon, Bin. We have shit to work on. We gotta get it done.”

Changbin groans and leans over to grab his bag with jerky irritated movements. “You’re a fucking cockblocker to the fullest, hyung.”

“It’s his proudest title.” Hyunjin interjects with a sweet smile and bat of his lashes in Chan’s direction, as he moves past the three of you to reach for his jacket.

You giggle, and Chan shoots you an exasperated look, Changbin looking up at the sound.

Chan turns to Hyunjin to say something in response, and Changbin takes the momentary distraction to step toward you once more, his eyes darkening and his posture growing threatening.

His fingers pinch your chin, tighter than before, and you resist the urge to whine, as he leans in close to your lips, the scent of smoke filling your nose.

“Tonight. At the game. You’re mine.” His growled words send heat directly between your legs, wet and warm, but you try to remain stoic, giving him an innocent look as you inquire back sweetly, “What if we’re on the same team?”

Gold flickers across his irises, and his lips pull back in the start of a growl to reveal sharp canines.

“We won’t be. I’ll make sure of it.”

You swallow hard, and give a little nod, your alpha fully baring its throat to him now that he’s dropped his tone into alpha timber.

Changbin releases you, satisfied, and gives you one last long dangerous look, adjusting himself in his sweats while holding your gaze, before he reluctantly follows Chan out the front door.

*********

“God, we’re so fucking dead.” Yeosang mutters beside you, jiggling his leg nervously, so hard that the log you’re currently sitting on vibrates.

You reach out a hand and tamp down his knee, giving him a pointed stare.

“Will you stop that?” You hiss out the side of your mouth, eyes darting around to the surrounding pack members, all lost in their own conversations as they wait for the game to start. “This is the last fucking time I ask you to be my accomplice.”

“Good.” Yeosang whips right back beneath his breath, glaring sidelong at you. “I rather prefer myself breathing, thank you very much, and after this, Seonghwa-hyung is gonna skin me alive.”

You roll your eyes at his dramatics and dig your nails into his knee, so hard he winces and shoots you another outraged glower.

“Relax, Sangie. How bad could it possibly go?”

“I fucking hate you, you know that?”

You give him a wicked grin and blow him a cheeky kiss, to which he responds with a middle finger, just as Seungmin steps into the light of the bonfire you’re all gathered around.

As the unofficial officiator of the games, his long fingers are already full of black and white scrunchies.

The beta pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose with the back of his hand, and glances around at all of you with a serious expression.

Everyone is quiet now, the banter from earlier dying down and giving way to anticipatory tension.

“Rules are as they always are.” Seungmin starts, his voice carrying over all of you, drifting into the dark, silence of the wood beyond.

The fire crackles loudly, and a log pops before disintegrating into glowing red coals.

The wave of ensuing smoke reminds you of Changbin, and you glance across to him to find him already watching you, eyes dark and endless.

Predatory.

A shiver goes down your spine.

“However-” Seungmin clears his throat, and beside you, Yeosang tenses up.

The smell of rotting driftwood assaults your senses.

God, he’s going to fucking give it away before the game even begins.

Seungmin’s gaze drifts to you, but it doesn’t linger, skirting to Yeosang and then beyond.

He’s a master at poker face, it’s why he’d been chosen as the referee for the games in the first place, never giving anything away.

“-an anonymous party has requested a caveat of sorts, and I have agreed.”

There is some murmuring among the omegas to your left, but your gaze is locked on Seungmin, every muscle in your body suddenly bunched.

Your wolf paces impatiently, ready to run.

A slight smirk twitches on Seungmin’s lips.

“After all, anything to make the game a little more unpredictable, am I right?” Beside you, Yeosang groans.

“But first-” Seungmin backtracks, and you hear a few other pack members groan at the anticlimactic drag out. “-come and get your scrunchies.”

Everyone stands in a bustle of motion, converging on Seungmin, hands eagerly grabbing markers confidently.

You step forward, reaching for one of the black predator scrunchies in the beta’s left hand, when someone knocks your hand away, fingers going tightly around your wrist.

You know who it is without looking, yet you glance over anyway, seeing Changbin scowling at you, his expression fiery.

“Not you.” He growls, before he takes the scrunchie you were reaching for and slides the black fabric around his own wrist.

You stare at him, but he doesn’t let you go, reaching across your joined arms for a prey marker instead, nodding to Seungmin, before he snaps the white scrunchie around your free arm, tugging you toward him with the same motion.

You stumble, and your free hand braces against his chest so you don’t fall into him completely, though you know he could hold you up easily.

His eyes are so dark, that you swear you can see the lack of reflection in them.

“Like I said,” He rumbles dangerously, and the sound vibrates in his chest, through your fingers, and instantly makes you swallow. “You’re mine.”

The brat inside of you rears its head, and you smirk up at him confidently.

“If you can catch me.”

Something feral flashes across Changbin’s eyes at your taunting, and he bares his teeth, a growl starting low in his chest.

“I don’t think you’re understanding me, little one.” He purrs warningly, fingers tightening their hold on your wrist, making your pulse race beneath his fingertips.

He leans down, and his nose brushes your own, his voice dropping impossibly low and deep.

More animal, less man.

“You’re. Mine.”

He releases you, and you stumble back, head swimming, wolf suddenly very much ready, and he gives you one last, long dark look, before he retreats to the predator side of the fire, sitting down beside Chan.

You catch your breath, and return to sit beside Yeosang, who is nervously playing with his own white scrunchie.

“That looked intense.” He remarks, and it takes you a minute to realize he’s talking about Changbin.

“Yeah.” You manage to get out, still slightly breathless, more than a little turned on. Your inner thighs are already wet. “Just a little.”

Across the fire, you can feel Changbin’s gaze boring into you.

Your attention is drawn back to Seungmin as he drops his now empty hands, crossing his arms over his chest as he regards you all once more.

“Now. As for the caveat-” His gaze sweeps to the predator side of the fire, and Yeosang gulps audibly from beside you.

“Tonight, predators are not allowed scent blockers.”

Chaos ensues.

Beside you, the rest of the prey glances between each other with wide eyes, whispering and murmuring.

Across the fire, the predators are in shambles.

“What? That’s bullshit!” San shoots to his feet.

Wooyoung cackles gleefully from somewhere beside Felix.

Seungmin holds out his hands to either side, looking annoyed with the commotion.

“Everyone shut up, I’ve spent the time going over this additional rule, and I think it’s well allowed in this instance-”

Your eyes drift across the crest of the fire without permission to Changbin, who hasn’t moved since the announcement, seated silently beside Chan, a frozen statue amidst the chaos.

He arches a brow when he catches your gaze, and something in his slightly amused, impressed expression clearly inquires silently, your doing?

You can’t bite back the grin that threatens your lips, as you give a slight, silent shrug in response.

Try to catch me now, predator.

“Oh fuck, he knows.” Yeosang squeaks from beside you, and you glance over to your friend, before following his terrified gaze across the bonfire to Seonghwa, who is staring down the other alpha with nothing less than murder in his dark eyes.

You pat him unhelpfully on the shoulder.

“RIP.”

Yeosang glares at you. “You better fucking speak at my funeral.”

You grin. “No promises.”

He curses, and mutters another string of insults beneath his breath, but your gaze is drawn back to that of a certain alpha sitting across the fire, completely nonplussed and completely focused on you.

Fuck, tonight was going to be fun.

“Prey.” Seungmin calls out, and you snap your gaze back to him, now holding a large open jar of what looks to be vaseline, but is really scent blocking gel, in his outstretched hand. “Come cover up.”

You grin, and pat Yeosang on the back once more for good measure before rising to your feet, ignoring his pointed look of death in your general direction.

Yeah. Tonight was going to be really fun.

*******

It had started to drizzle shortly after you entered the forest.

Prey got their precursory fifteen second head start, and you had used it wisely, breaking immediately for the eastern edge of the boundaries, where you knew a small stream was banked by steep walls and thick foliage.

You may have the advantage of wearing scent blockers, but any and all advantages stopped there.

Changbin was bound to hunt you like a bloodhound on a scent, and you needed to get to that water fast, washing away your scent trail and footsteps, your sneakers already beginning to sink into the gathering mud, leaving behind a clear path.

You reach the stream in record time, and survey your surroundings, debating the easiest way to make your way down the steep embankment.

The rain is pouring now, drenching your clothes and making them heavy, your line of sight severely compromised as the fog starts to roll in.

A crack of lightning over head startles you, making you flinch, and consequently, lose your precarious footing.

With a yelp, you slip in the mud and go down, tumbling violently down the embankment and into the stream, which is engorged and rapid with the oncoming downfall.

“Fuck.” You curse, the cold water of the stream instantly making you shiver, your clothes even heavier and wetter than before, as you struggle to right yourself and crawl to the bank of the stream, the rocks slipping beneath your hands.

The clay that lines the stream is soupy now, thick and breaking off between your fingers, and you swear again as you scrabble to get a grip good enough to pull yourself up.

That’s when you hear it-the sound of a branch cracking, loud enough to be heard over the sound of the rain.

You instantly freeze, ignoring the mud covering your hands, the freezing water slipping over your legs.

Another snap of foliage, closer now, and you suck in a breath, trying not to panic, as you glance around for somewhere in the stream bed to hide.

And then you see a pair of large, dark eyes staring at you wildly from the midst of a thicket only a few feet away, the panic clear in the familiar caramel irises.

Jeongin.

Without thinking, you roll your body across the little bit of embankment separating you, and drop down into the middle of the thicket beside him.

You’re breathing heavily, your clothes drooping from your limbs with the weight of the water, and the branches scratched you mercilessly on the way in, but beside that, you’re hidden.

And that’s all that matters.

A footstep sounds above you, on the edge of the upper embankment, out of your view, and Jeongin stiffens beside you.

If you could scent him right now, you would bet the small safety of the bush you’re currently hiding in would smell strongly of burning bread and too much cinnamon.

Instead, a wave of roses tickles your nose, and then, the faint whiff of amber.

Fuck, you should’ve known they’d be hunting together.

Another footstep, and then you hear Seonghwa say in a soft voice, “Clever prey. Using the water and the storm to their advantage.”

“Mm.” That’s Minho’s voice, humming low in agreement. “But we knew they were clever already, didn’t we?”

Seonghwa chuckles, more of a purr, and it has your hackles rising. “I guess we did.”

“Still-” Minho muses, and you see a sneaker come into view, dropping over the steep cut off of the embankment you fell down only minutes before.

Beside you, Jeongin cowers back, his eyes large and dark, pupils blown.

A whimper escapes his lips as Minho draws closer, and you slide your hand over his mouth quickly, silencing him, as you give him a pointed, wordless stare, your own body tensed and ready to run.

Minho’s muddy sneaker is dangling right in front of your hiding place now, and Jeongin is shaking.

“-I wonder how far they’re really willing to go.”

There is the sound of a branch breaking, and then the sneaker disappears from sight, before you hear the two alphas resume walking away from you.

Once you can’t smell even a hint of roses or amber any longer, you allow yourself to collapse back into the mud, removing your tightly clamped hand from Jeongin’s mouth.

He has red marks from your fingers dug into his full cheeks, and his eyes are still wide and terrified, his chest rising and falling with rapid breaths.

“Fuck.” He breathes out, shuddering on the exhale. “That was close.”

“Yeah.” You give a quick, curt nod, and glance up at the dark sky through the branches of your hiding spot, judging how much time has passed.��

Changbin would be hot on your trail by now. You don’t have much time.

“We should go.” You give Jeongin a serious look, and he nods, swallowing, his throat bobbing, before you both push free from the branches of the thicket.

Your sneakers fill with water once more as you emerge into the open, stepping into the stream.

“Head off and I’ll go the opposite direction from you. We’re too vulnerable if we stick together.”

Jeongin nods again, clenching his fists, his small frame still shivering, and doggedly begins jogging away from you, staying in the creek for several meters, before you see him grab for an outreaching root and pull himself up the embankment and out of sight on the other side.

Letting out a steadying breath, you take off in the opposite direction.

When you’re far enough down stream that you can no longer see the spot where Jeongin disappeared, you leap up the embankment, the mud crumbling beneath your feet, as you slip your way upward, grabbing for a low hanging branch as your foot slides out from under you once more.

You ignore the burn of the rough bark tearing into your palms, heaving yourself upward quickly and quietly, feet finally landing on the somewhat steady lip that juts out before the drop into the stream below.

It’s still pouring, and you swipe a hand across your forehead to clear the dripping water from your vision, even as your newly torn skin stings in protest.

Swiping your palms on your wet pants, ignoring the burn as you do so, you take off at a light sprint, following the line of the stream further and further away from Jeongin, and where you’d last heard Seonghwa and Minho.

It’s tough going, the mud sucking at your feet with every step, the rain soaking your clothes until they’re so heavy they feel like lead attached to your limbs, and you’re panting by the time you reach some sort of clearing, carefully checking your surroundings before stepping out into the open from the safety of the tree line.

The ground is soup here, sinking when you take a careful step forward, the mud quickly rising up around your calf as your shoe disappears from sight.

You swear, and are debating whether to try to double back and skirt around the sink hole type clearing, losing precious time, or just doggedly continue forward, when you smell it.

Smoke.

It burns your nostrils, your throat with every heaving breath inward, sharp and acidic, and fuck, he’s close.

You hear the sound of a branch snap directly behind you, and without thinking, you throw yourself forward into the clearing.

The mud is trying to slow you down, but you leap forward, ignoring the pull on your sneakers, the burn in your calf muscles.

You lunge forward with wild abandon, anything to put some distance between the two of you, and then you feel it, cold fingers snaking around your muddy ankle.

You go down with a shriek, narrowly avoiding landing on your face by catching yourself on your aching palms, flailing in the pool of muck, and as you scrabble to grab something, anything, in front of you to try and drag yourself from his hold, the mud does nothing but break into thick, wet chunks beneath your fingers.

Changbin flips you so you’re on your back, staring up at him, chest heaving, and pins you to the ground, his knees going down heavily on your legs, one of his hands looping around both your wrists and tugging them up into the mud above your head.

You’re both breathing hard, and it gives you a moment of satisfaction to know you put up a good fight.

“Got you.” Changbin growls, leaning over close to your ear, his eyes so dark they could swallow you whole.

There’s only wolf behind those eyes, predator, and the thought makes your legs instantly turn to something akin to jelly.

You stare up at him, silent, and watch him take in the way the mud must be streaking your face, the bloody skin of your palms in his hold.

“Honestly, you made this too easy for me, it’s like you wanted to be caught.” He purrs, lips lifting into a slight smirk, dark and menacing.

“What if I did?” You fire back instantly, defiance rearing its head at his taunting.

Changbin arches a brow, eyes flashing. His fingers pinch your wrists, and you resist the urge to wince.

“Then I’d say, little one, that you don’t know what you’re in for.”

Fuck.

The human part of you desperately wants to give in, desperately wants to be caught, but the louder, more dominant wolf side of you is telling you to run, to resist, to give him what he so obviously wants.

What you both want.

A fight.

His free hand slides down your side, finding the soaked waistband of your leggings, and his fingers curl around the elastic as his swirling golden eyes meet your own.

Every muscle in your body tenses.

His cold fingers touch your equally chilled skin, and he shifts slightly, hovering some of his weight so that he can begin to tug down your leggings.

It’s the moment you need.

Kicking out, you throw him off balance, and he releases you in surprise, giving you just enough time to slither out from beneath his body and make one more last attempt to escape him, scrabbling on hands and knees through the mud to try and regain your footing.

You barely make it three feet before you feel his fingers close around your ankle once more, dragging you back through the mud toward him easily, instantly halting your forward progress.

Swearing and spitting like a cornered cat, you fight him the entire way, fingers clawing trails into the mud, until he’s got you back beneath him, pinned down, staring down at you triumphantly.

You’re both panting again, covered head to toe in mud, and the adrenaline is pumping intoxicatingly through your veins, making everything white hot to the touch.

“Fuck you.” You spit up at him, baring your teeth and glaring him down, writhing in his iron grasped hold.

Changbin grins, sharp teeth flashing white against the streaks of mud on his face, and arches a brow, sitting atop you nonchalantly, as if he hasn’t just battled you for every last inch.

“Normally, I’m into that, and I’d let you.” He acquiesces, his smile dropping into something closer to a dangerous, threatening smirk, as he leans down to put his lips against your ear. “But right now, prey, I’m going to be the only one doing the fucking.”

His fingers find your waistband once more, and this time, he doesn’t hesitate, ripping the fabric down your legs in one swift motion, baring your skin to the elements, and his gaze.

He sits back, admiring you openly, as your skin begins to pebble beneath the cold rain, the mud oozing between your now naked thighs.

“I can smell it on you, you know.” He muses, eyes never leaving your body, expression growing hungry. “You may not give yourself away like an omega, but your arousal is still palpable.”

As if to show you, he swipes a sudden hand up between your legs, and you jolt at the contact, his fingers cold on the place where you’re most hot.

“See?” He holds up his hand, and arches a brow, and his fingers glisten, even in the darkness.

“That could just be rain.” You argue back halfheartedly, because honestly, seeing Changbin with your arousal all over his fingers is doing something weird to your brain.

“Oh?” He murmurs, brow arching even further into the line of his dark, wet curls, as if he’s challenging you to continue.

“Yeah.” You nod weakly, your body starting to lose its fight against him.

It’s fucking hard to resist him when he’s between your legs, showing you your traitorous body’s reaction to him, his own arousal pressing into you from beneath the wet, dark material of his gray sweats.

Without dropping your gaze, he brings his fingers up to his mouth and cleans them off with one long swipe of his tongue.

Your brain short circuits.

Fuck.

Me.

He seems to know he has you, lips quirking upward into the hint of a twisted, triumphant smirk.

“I can assure you, it’s not rain, little one.”

He leans over, his chest brushing yours with each heaving breath.

His eyes are entirely black pupil, laced with swirling, hot gold.

“Now.” He hums, knocking apart your knees with his own, baring you completely for him. His free hand, the one he licked clean, moving to the waistband of his own sweats.

“Be a good little prey, and let the predator have his reward, hm? After all-” He frees himself from the wet fabric of his sweatpants, and you resist the urge to let your eyes trail downward, swallowing hard. “-I did catch you.”

“I made it easy on purpose.” You gasp out, the words hitching, as he trails himself slowly up and down your inner thighs.

The corner of his mouth lifts with amusement, but he doesn’t look up, watching the way your body openly reacts to what he’s doing.

“Did you?” He muses, almost to himself, beneath his breath.

Your whole body trembles beneath him.

“I don’t believe that.” He continues, voice a low murmur, almost a rumble, in his chest. He reaches up and turns over one of your trapped palms, baring the bleeding, torn skin. His gaze meets your own, and his eyes are dark, dangerous.

Something low swoops in your belly.

“If you’re going to lie to me, little one, at least make it worth it.”

You open your mouth to retort something smart in return, when, without warning, Changbin slams his hips forward and sheaths himself inside of you.

You cry out, stars exploding behind your eyes, back arching and muscles spasming, and Changbin’s hand comes around your throat, pinning you to the muddy ground, his fingers pressing into your skin hard enough to have the nails breaking the surface.

“Don’t move.” He commands, voice strained, the arm that’s holding himself up, hovering over you, beginning to shake slightly. “You don’t have all of it yet.”

Fuck.

You’re whimpering, you’re aware of it, but you can’t stop, as he leans forward, releasing his breath slowly, and, stretching you to the max, finishes fitting himself inside you.

He lets out a shuddering breath. “Fuck.”

You feel your muscles relax slowly, one by one, adjusting, and Changbin slowly releases his hold on your throat, finger by finger, until you can breathe again.

“Breathe, baby.” Changbin admonishes in an almost soft tone, as if he can tell what you’re thinking, and you take in a few ragged breaths, whining and writhing when the movement has him rubbing against all the right places. “Good girl.”

He starts to move then, bucking his hips into your own, and you swear to god, you black out, whimpering and clawing at his chest through his hoodie like an animal in heat.

“God, look at you, taking me so well.”

The praise has you reaching out, clawing at the muddy ground, trying to gain more friction.

“Bin, I need-” You gasp, breath hitching, as he hits a good spot, and you both simultaneously groan.

He pauses, reaching up to wrap his fingers beneath your jaw, forcing you to focus on him, meet his gaze.

His eyes are darker than the storm clouds brewing angrily overhead, and you vaguely have the thought that the gold swirling in his irises matches the flash of the lightning sparking above the trees.

“I know what you need, little one. I don’t need you to tell me.”

You roll your bottom lip between your teeth, and finally nod, your muddy hands coming up to fist in the front of his dirty, wet hoodie, your nails itching to feel his bare skin.

Changbin must take it as a wordless acknowledgement, because he moves again, his hips hitting yours, and you get the black spots in your vision once more as you cry out.

“Now.” His hand closes a little more tightly around your throat, making your air reedy, your heart pound. Adrenaline is making you feel like you’re lightheaded, and you’re so close, even with just this-

Changbin smirks down at you, a predator. “Hold still, and let me devour you.” He leans over, and his teeth make contact with your mating mark, sinking into the sensitive flesh there, and you mewl, scrabbling for a hold on his sweatshirt, as he picks up his pace with renewed vigor, pounding into you relentlessly.

It doesn’t take long.

The adrenaline has you both on a knife’s edge, ready to topple with the slightest breath, and it seems like merely moments before your vision is exploding once more, and you’re gasping his name as you come, clenching around him.

Changbin follows you over the edge with a roar, and you’re both left panting, sweat mixing with the rain, mud mingling on your sticky skin.

Thunder rumbles overhead, as Changbin catches his breath, looming over you, dark curls tumbling over his forehead, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he stares down at you.

Your whole body feels numb and satiated, and your eyes feel heavy.

He rolls off of you, plopping down into the mud beside you, and you both just breathe for a moment, staring up at the turbulent sky.

Finally you feel his fingers curl around your wrist, and rolling your head so you can look at him, you see him lift his own muddy hand to his lips, pulling the dirty black scrunchie off with his teeth, before he slides it over your own hand, onto your wrist beside the once white marker.

He lets your hands flop back down between you unceremoniously, but keeps his fingers curled tightly around your own.

“There. I think you earned that.”

You watch the way his chest rises and falls with his ragged breathing, feeling eerily and utterly content in this moment, the storm pouring down on you from above, Changbin’s seed dripping slowly down the inside of your thighs.

Feeling your gaze, he glances over at you, lips pulling into the hint of a smile, before he pushes himself up beside you and his gaze travels to your bare, dirty legs.

He cocks his head, and glances to where he discarded your leggings earlier, a strange look on his face.

You sit up with effort, and reach for the article of clothing, balling it into your hand to begin to rub away the juices still clinging to your skin, when Changbin stops you with a hand on your wrist.

You glance up at him curiously, and his eyes flash gold in the dark.

“Don’t clean up. I want you to walk out of here knowing you’re mine, and feeling that reminder run down your legs all the way back to the house.”

You stare at him, and the corner of your mouth ticks upward.

“What about the rest of the pack?”

Changbin shrugs, standing, before he leans over to offer you a hand up.

His own lips curve into the hint of a self satisfied smirk, and if you hadn’t just come so hard you were still feeling slightly dizzy, you would’ve begged him to go another round.

“Fuck them. I want them to know too. I want everyone to know.”

You find-as he helps steady you so you can step back into your wet, filthy pants-that you don’t mind that idea one single bit.

********

You’re shivering so badly that it makes turning on the shower a more difficult task than it should be.

The adrenaline had finally worn off in the car home, and once you’d stepped inside and felt the warmth of the waiting house, your body had suddenly decided enough was enough.

You needed to get out of these clothes and into a warm shower as quickly as humanly possible.

Stripping had been nearly impossible, the drenched fabric sticking to your skin, your trembling fingers struggling with every single closure, but you had managed it, and now, finally turning on the hot water, you can see the end at the light of the tunnel.

It includes a hot shower, a warm bed, and as much of Minho’s leftovers as you can stand.

The door to the bathroom creaks open, letting in a cool stream of air that makes you shiver, and you glance over your shoulder, watching as Changbin enters, shutting the door quietly behind him.

He, unlike you, is still wearing his drenched outfit from the game earlier, dripping muddy rain water onto the floor as he regards you through the foggy, steamed air of the bathroom.

“Hi?” You question, adjusting the stream and temperature of the water, shooting him a curious look over your shoulder.

He doesn’t answer, stepping toward you as you straighten up from adjusting the water, his fingers going to your chin and locking you in place beneath his gaze.

You stare up at him, lips slightly parted, and resist the urge to wipe a streak of mud from his cheekbone.

“I needed to make sure you were okay.” He states softly, dark eyes flicking over your face, down the bare expanse of your body.

You’re caught off guard, still staring at him as he raises a finger to wipe some mud from beneath your jaw.

“I was rough with you earlier. My alpha got a little out of control.” He admits, reaching up to thumb the corner of your mouth.

You trap his hand against your face, relishing the warmth of his skin against your own.

“I like it rough.” The corner of his mouth flickers upward, and a muscle in his jaw ticks.

“I know.”

You breathe out, intertwining your fingers with his, and reach up to finally wipe away the streak of muck on his cheek.

“I’m fine.” You assure softly, holding his gaze.

He takes in a shuddering breath, gaze flicking down your body once more, and then to the running, waiting shower, before he glances back to you, expression softening slightly.

He runs his thumb over your lips, tracing the soft skin.

“I need to make sure. Please?”

You stare at him for another beat, and then nod, slowly pulling him toward the shower with you, as he reaches down with his free hand to strip off his hoodie and then his sweats.

Stepping into the warm water, your body shudders with relief, your tired, sore muscles instantly relaxing, as you lean into the pressure of the stream.

Changbin shuts the door behind the two of you, and immediately moves to assess you, his large, warm hands running over every inch of your body.

You let him do it, sensing it’s something he needs at this moment.

He tilts your head back with a commanding finger under your chin, his eyes roving over your face, gaze flickering down to the broken skin where his nails dug into your throat, the bruising mark of his teeth on your shoulder.

He runs gentle hands over each, pressing light kisses to the injuries, before moving on.

You feel your body slowly leaving fight or flight mode, and sinking into the warmth, the safety, his embrace.

He kneels in front of you, hands on your hip bones, and lets his fingers lightly trace over some of the bruising along your ribs and sides-courtesy of your little struggle-before he kisses them as well, lips featherlight and warm.

He turns over your palms, one by one, and dots kisses along the lines of scratches that mark the skin.

You bury your fingers in his dark curls, and tug slightly, and when he looks up at you, you give him the hint of a smile.

“See? Told you I’m fine.”

“Mmm.” He hums beneath his breath in acknowledgement, as you gently scratch his scalp, your fingers disappearing into the curls.

He leans forward, pressing his forehead to your stomach, and wraps his arms around your waist.

You stay like that-playing with his hair, frozen in his embrace-as the warm water continues to pour down from above.

Finally, Changbin pushes himself to his feet, releasing you, and leans forward, capturing your lips with his own.

You moan slightly as his teeth graze your bottom lip, and he pulls back with a teasing smile, but his eyes are soft.

“I love you.” He says, voice low and affectionate beneath the sound of the water.

You grin and loop your arms around his neck. “I know.”

He rolls his eyes at your teasing, but pushes you back against the cool marble of the shower wall with his body anyway.

You let your fingers card through his hair once more, down the strong lines of his chest, across the mating mark that scars his shoulder.

His fingers press, featherlight, into the bruise just above your hip bone.

“Yours?” You ask quietly, glancing up at him.

“Mine.” He replies back adamantly, before leaning in to kiss you again.

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justastraymoa · 3 months ago

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Unwilling Alpha

Chapter 1

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Warnings ⚠️ swears, abo dynamics, mentions of slave trade, mentions of rape, mentions of abuse, mentions of death, fear, manipulation.

Alphas are dying out and rare. It was dangerous to be an Alpha nowadays. You could be taken and never seen again at any moment by Alpha slave traders.

I sighed heavily as the song playing through my earbuds was once again interrupted with the sound of my ringtone. I glanced at the screen to see yet another out of country number. The fifth one today. I blocked it as soon as it stopped ringing.

No one I knew was outside of the country and I wasn’t interested in donating any money to a Nigerian prince down on his luck.

The music blared again, and I got back to work, attempting to get back into that nice zone I had found earlier. Before it was so rudely interrupted by spammers.

So when, a couple minutes later, my phone went off with my text notification, I was totally justified at the string of curses that left my lips.

There, hopefully that ends that. I don’t know how my number got leaked over-freaking-seas, but I’m sick of dealing with it.

And then I blocked the jerk as promised. Just to be on the safe side I screen shotted the whole exchange as well. You could never be too careful with assholes.

Assholes trying to use my subgender against me. I have been very careful with my suppressants. No one left alive knows what my true subgender is-and I am keeping it that way.

For the next day, my phone was blissfully free of any out of the country calls or texts. My threat must have worked. Or the spammers decided I wasn’t worth the hassle. Either way I win. It was peaceful.

Then my doorbell rang early in the evening.

I quickly ran to the bedroom to find something to put on since I was only in an old t shirt and panties. My hamper was closest to the door, I grabbed the first thing and pulled them on, then jogged to open the door, fully expecting it to be another pizza delivery coming to the wrong address.

I was wrong. Boy was I wrong. I opened the door in 3-day old unwashed hair, ratty stained t shirt, and my dirty pair of eggplant print boxers I used to lounge around in, to find a small group of people.

I was shocked. Gob smacked even! I recognized 2 of them immediately, and my entire body froze, mouth hanging open.

“I told you I needed your help.” JYP stated slapping his thigh and pursing his lips.

The JYP was standing in front of my door. Not just him either. No. Bang freaking Chan was also there. Both were lightly disguised with hats and hoods. And I was in ratty, dirty lounge clothes.

In a ridiculous moment of panic, I slammed the door shut with a squeak I didn’t know I was capable of making.

On the other side of the door there was a chuckle, then a knock. I stood frozen, not comprehending what was currently happening.

“L/n, I just want to talk.” JYP spoke through the door, voice muffled but understandable.

As the seconds passed there was more, unintelligible talking, then my door handle turned.

“L/n, I’m coming in. It’s just two of us now. I really only want to talk.” JYP called through the slowly opening door.

I let the door open without moving, watching with wide eyes and shallow breath as JYP and BangChan stepped into my apartment.

BangChan, adorable loser that he is, awkwardly waggled his fingers in a wave, hunched forward slightly. I automatically lifted my hand in a return wave.

“Shoes off.” I breathed attempting to get my brain and body working again. It was easier said than done, but you know what they say. Fake it until you make it.

JYP knew me, apparently. And apparently knew my grandparents according to his texts before I blocked him. He knew me. He knew my name. My address. My…fuck! My subgender. That’s what this was all about.

I sighed, all at once losing every ounce off starstruck shock as I came to this conclusion. I turned and sat on my chair, leaving the couch for them. JYP is persistent, I had no choice but to listen to his plea at this point.

It was odd to see such powerful men in socks for some reason. As they passed to sit, I caught BangChans scent and shivered, goosebumps forming on my arms. He smelled like sand and a pine forest, and it hit me in all the right Alpha spots.

Omegas aren’t common, but they aren’t uncommon either. I had smelled them before, plenty of times. But none had my whole being react like BangChans scent did. It was probably because I am such a fan.

“Are you sure? She smells like Beta.” BangChan asked JYP as they got comfortable. He spoke in Korean, probably thinking I didn’t understand it.

“She understands you. L/n, probably speaks Korean more fluently than you do. And yes, I’m sure.” JYP warned him with a smile.

“My grandparents have both been dead since I was a child, so how do you know so much about me?” I asked. More like demanded but who’s going to call me out on it?

JYP shrugged. “My mother always kept tabs on you. Said you were worth looking after. When she passed, I picked it up.”

“But why?”

“To make sure you were okay. Your grandparents and my parents were very close.”

“Wouldn’t know. They didn’t talk about that kind of stuff with me. It was all lessons on my heritage and ancestry. Culture, language, and traditions.” It was always a lesson with them. Always insistent I knew where I came from, who I came from. I hated it then, but as I grew older, I started to appreciate it. Especially when my parents died, and I was left all alone. The knowledge wasn’t lost.

“We met a couple of times, but you were too young to remember.”

Enough reminiscing. “What did you want from me? It’s obviously to use me as an Alpha.”

BangChan grimaced and I suspected I knew where this was going, but I hoped I was wrong.

JYP nodded. “You know the Korean laws on idol Omegas?”

Did I? It was all STAY could talk about. All Omega idols must be bonded to an Alpha within 6 years of their official debut. Stray Kids was rapidly coming up on that deadline with no bonding Alpha in sight. STAY worried they would be forced to disband. Stray Kids had been on hiatus to focus solely on finding their Alpha. There were only a couple weeks left.

It was exactly as I feared. “Surely you can find several more qualified Alphas.” I argued.

To most Alpha STAYs, being asked to attempt to bond Stray Kids would be a dream come true. Especially since it would mean a higher level of safety. It was dangerous for an Alpha now.

Generations ago, the 3 subgenders were more equal in population. But now? Now Alphas are almost endangered. Most were Betas, but there was a nice number of Omegas too. Too many Omegas and not enough Alphas. And people were desperate to create more Alphas.

A lot of Omegas were able to settle comfortably with a Beta, but any pregnancy would only produce Betas. An Alpha parent was required to have another Alpha.

So there came an Alpha slave trade. Alphas would be taken, sold, used, and abused until they died. Forced to impregnate countless paying Omegas in the hopes of creating more Alphas.

When I found out I was Alpha I immediately started on the strongest suppressants I could find. They hid my scent and made me appear Beta. Keeping me safe. I never missed a dose. I was terrified too.

JYP shook his head. “I’m sure you heard we have been trying to find Stray Kids an Alpha full time for months now. I’ve lost count of how many we tried. None could bond.” He began before glancing over at BangChan. “The Stray Kids bond with each other is so strong that there will only be one Alpha for all 8 of them. We just need to find an Alpha that can bond. We’ve tried everything.”

“That’s why you brought him. All that keeping tabs on me, and you didn’t know I take suppressants? No one knows I’m Alpha.” I gestured to BangChan vaguely.

“I brought him because I know you are a fan. I hoped he would help convince you.”

Sly. Sneaky. Underhanded. But he caught my attention, so I guess it worked. Not that I would ever tell him that.

“It didn’t work. I’m not interested. BangChan it was amazing to have you in my living room.” I stood and held an arm out to the door, gesturing them out politely. “Have a nice night and good luck in your search.”

BangChan stood, but JYP didn’t. “I know you’re reluctant to reveal your subgender. I understand-I really do. If I had any other options I wouldn’t have risked coming here and outing, you.”

I stood my ground. Someone as big and powerful as JYP would figure something out. People like him always did. Always came out on top. Annoying fuckers.

AS the seconds ticked by, no one budged. Finally, BangChan shifted forward slightly. “Miss L/n, I know this is a lot. We are asking you to risk a lot.” I sighed and turned to him. “JYP isn’t exaggerating. We have tried 52 Alphas from all over the world over the years and another 15 since we have been on hiatus. We have truly exhausted every option.”

I felt for him. I really did. This law is one of the few that really affect the idol industry that fans absolutely hate. Countless idols petition their government to change the law without success.

“What makes you think I’ll turn out any different than the others?”

BangChan shrugged. “Gut feeling?”

I blinked. Then blinked again. “Gut feeling? You want me to risk my live for a gut feeling?”

“Come meet the others. Stop the suppressants temporarily. A week. We will do everything we can to make sure no one outside of us finds out your subgender. Please.”

It was probably the adoration I had for him, but I could see the separation in his eyes. The fear of being turned down. Of rejection.

Closing my eyes and rubbing my nose, I felt my resolve crumbling. I would feel horrible if I turned him down and my favorite group had to disband. Now knowing if I could have prevented it.

Since I never took it, I had plenty of vacation time saved up. Even on this short of notice my boss would be cool with it.

Plus, BangChan promised to keep my subgender a secret. Well, try as best as he could. Most likely I wouldn’t be able to bond, just like all the others. Then I could move on with my life guilt free and die happy knowing I met and lived with Stray Kids for a week.

“1 week. My subgender remains secret.” I relented.

BangChans chemo signals filled the air with excitement and hope. And just a touch of relief.

I looked at JYP, who was visibly relieved. “By the way, if you really wanted to use Stray Kids to sway me, you should have brought my bias.”

JYP barked a laugh.

“Wait. I’m not your bias?” BangChan asked.

“Nope.” I shook my head while typing an email to my boss on my phone.

“Who is your bias?”

Satisfied with my draft I hit send. “Not telling.”

“Oh, come on! Is it Felix?”

“When does the plane take off?” I ignored BangChans guess. It was wrong anyway.

JYP checked his watch, then phone.

“Han? Everyone loves Quokka.” BangChan kept guessing and I kept ignoring.

“3 hours ish.” JYP finally answered.

Good I had a little time to pack a bag and gather stuff I would need. I nodded and slipped past BangChan to start packing. And also, to get into more suitable clothes. Unfortunately, BangChan followed me into my bedroom.

“Lee Know?”

“Bang, give up, hm? I’m not telling.”

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hornyfor-redacted-onmain · 5 months ago

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Secret Secret Masterlist

OT8 Straykids x reader, ABO AU

When a new translation position opened up at your dream job, you were quick to apply. You met all the qualifications, had glowing reviews, and knew you were a perfect fit. There was only one problem. JYP only hired beta's. And you were not a beta.

Story Warnings: Suggestive Themes, Eventual Smut, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Heats/Ruts, Discrimination, Angst, Slow Burn

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

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midnighthazee · 3 months ago

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Greenridge ABO Series

a/n: I'm sorry if the pace of this story is slower. Most ABO fics I've read have the person of trauma acting totally normal and comfortable after like a day or two with the new pack. I wanted to have a more realistic approach where she gradually warms up to them. :/

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Warnings: angsty, explicit language, mentions of past abuse/neglect, fear, name calling, violence

WC: 4122

Chapter 5

It was the next day when you woke up. Doctor Quinn had brought you some clothes yesterday so you decided to shower and get dressed in one of the outfits. They were a little big, but you didn’t mind. Afterwards, you made your way downstairs and Felix was quick to ask you if you wanted to watch more Harry Potter. You nodded, but Changbin insisted you eat some breakfast first.

There was another spread on the kitchen island and you filled your plate the same as yesterday’s. The food was so good and you wanted to eat more but your stomach was full. Hyunjin had joined you and Changbin for breakfast, clearing your dishes for you when you were done.

“Thank you.” you muttered.

“Anytime.” Hyunjin flashed that cute smile of his and you looked away blushing.

Felix ushered you over eagerly, the movie already queued up. You went to sit but Jisung scooted away from Felix and patted the couch between them.

“Sit here.” He smiled.

You hesitated, not wanting to be trapped between two of them.

“We don’t bite.” Felix chuckled.

“Don’t lie to her.” Changbin called from the dining table.

Your eyes grew wide and Jisung started laughing.

“You’re scaring her!” Felix glared at Changbin before reassuring you. “We won’t bite you.”

Swallowing, you cautiously sit on the couch between Felix and Jisung. Felix hits play on the movie and soon you were too into what was going on to worry about what Changbin had said.

The three of you decided on a marathon for the day. Hyunjin joined too, his sketchbook in hand. You watched as his hand moved the pencil across the paper in calculated strokes. You couldn’t see what he was drawing, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t curious what it could be.

“Hyunjin is our artist. Painting, drawing…he does it all. And he’s so talented. That art up there on the wall, he painted that.” Jisung pointed to the right hand wall.

You looked over at the canvas displayed, admiring the art. It was abstract with dark colors, a pop of red mixed in. You didn’t fully understand it but it was still beautiful.

Meanwhile, Felix was too distracted by his phone as the movie played. He leaned over, showing you his screen and insisting he has to buy you merch for your house so you can represent. You didn’t really understand why you would need it but he was too cute when he was excited so you didn’t object.

A couple hours passed as you binged the movies. Most of the others were all scattered doing their own thing or working. Chan surprisingly wasn’t working. Instead, he was fixing himself a snack in the kitchen. He kept an eye on you, making sure the boys didn’t get too rowdy near you. Last thing he wanted was for them to spook you.

“Y/n, you hungry?” Chan asked.

You shook your head.

“You sure? You had a small breakfast.” Chan frowned.

You nod.

“You need to eat more, y/n” Hyunjin says, mouth full of popcorn.

“Just wait until you start working out with me.” Changbin smirks.

Your eyes widen.

“Yeah, we gotta get you in shape girl. That way you can fight back and hold your own.” Changbin nods, sipping the smoothie he made. He offered you some but you just shook your head.

The idea of not being so weak was appealing. Maybe you could even get strong enough to kick Hayes or Milo’s ass.

The doorbell rang, interrupting your thoughts, and you wondered if it was the Doctor here to check up on you again. Didn’t she say in a few days?

Chan hopped off the arm of the couch and disappeared behind the stairs to answer it. You listened in, hearing him open the door.

“Hello. Can I help you guys?” he asked.

“Hopefully. We are looking for a lost member of our pack. We believe she got injured and wasn’t able to make it home last night.”

You froze.

You’d recognize that voice anywhere. It was Hayes. Crap. They found you. The blood drained from your face, heart pounding in your ears. You felt like you were gonna be sick. Feeling a hand on your arm, you flinched hard.

“It’s okay. It’s just me.” Felix pulled his hand away.

“What’s wrong?” Jisung whispered.

Changbin looked at his phone, only to abruptly stand up. He came over to you and slung you over his shoulder before you could get away. He moved quickly, getting you outside and on the back deck. You squirmed in his hold, praying he wasn’t giving you back to your old pack. You wanted to scream, but then that would alert Hayes. When you got outside, the fresh air hit you and you stopped fighting. He put you down and gestured to everyone to come outside as they sat on the couch staring in bewilderment.

Minho heard the doorbell and listened out to see who it was. When he heard the man at the door say he was looking for a lost pack member, he knew who. He immediately texted in the group chat to get you away from the front door and out of sight. Then he made his way down the stairs, ready for a fight if it came to that.

Changbin had been the only one who saw the message and moved quickly. He could see you were frozen in fear and had to act fast. When everyone came outside, Changbin explained, the pack growing tense. You had squatted down behind the group, shaking and hugging your knees to your chest.

Minho was next to Chan, listening in on the conversation. Both Hayes and Milo were here, looking angrily at them.

“There’s nowhere else she could have disappeared to.” Hayes argued.

“I don’t know what to tell you man. She’s not here.” Chan insisted.

Hayes, growing tired of dealing with the “drama” you cause, forces himself into the house. Milo pushes against Minho, instantly regretting it as he gets knocked back down to the ground. Minho then saw at least ten others approaching from the driveway. He shut the door and locked it before coming over to pin the intruder down so Chan could deal with him.

The door swung open, nearly falling off the hinges as the wood splintered. One of them had kicked it open. Minho looked up to see Alpha Lewis.

“Find the girl.” he seethed.

His goons spread around the house, Minho fighting a few of them.

“Hayes, this one is mine. Find that little bitch and bring her to me.” Lewis said.

You watched from the window, Changbin standing in front of you. The others moved into the house to fight off the intruders and keep them from you. It wasn’t until Hayes saw you, that you knew you were done for. He would kill anyone that gets in his way.

You were shaking as Changbin took a defensive stance, fists bawled and ready to throw a punch as soon as Hayes gets close enough.

“Finally have someone standing up for you? I’m impressed.” Hayes stepped outside onto the deck.

You don’t say anything.

“You’re not taking her so fuck off.” Changbin growled.

“That bitch belongs to us. Not you.” Hayes gritted through his teeth.

Changbin lunged at him, catching his jaw with a right hook. Hayes stumbled, wiping his lip and seeing blood on his finger. He chuckled.

“That’s the only one you’ll get.” Hayes taunted.

They began fighting and you scooted back, afraid of all the growling and punching. This was all your fault. You brought them here. And now these innocent people were getting hurt. Maybe you should go back…

You look inside and see Lewis with his foot on Chan’s chest as he smirked down at him. The world was slowing and yet it felt as if everything was happening too fast. It made you feel sick. You had to do something. But what?

Lewis lifted his leg and, with force, slammed it down-

You jolted awake with a scream. Sweat on your forehead, you looked around to see yourself in a bedroom - your bedroom. Light trickled in from the bathroom where you left it on, illuminating your surroundings. You place your hand on your chest as you try to catch your breath. What time is it? You look at the nightstand and the clock’s LED lights tell you it’s 3:25 am. Your door opens slowly and you look up.

“Hey…you okay?” It was Seungmin. “I heard you scream.”

You nodded.

Seungmin slipped in, closing the door behind him. He made his way over to the side of your bed. “Bad dream?”

You nod, running your fingers over the comforter absentmindedly.

“You ever going to talk to us?” he asked with a little chuckle.

“Sorry.” you mumbled.

“You don’t have to apologize. I just like hearing your cute voice. I wanna hear it more.” He sat down on the edge of your bed next to you.

You look up, blushing, and see Seungmin smile. You smirk, looking down at your hands in your lap.

“I get a smile too?” Seungmin feigns shock. “I am so lucky.”

You shake your head at him, rolling your eyes.

“Want me to stay with you till you fall asleep?”

You nod but then quickly add, “Yes, please.”

Seungmin smiles as you remember to speak for him, moving over to the chair in the corner of your room. “Sweet dreams, y/n.”

You snuggle back into the bed and try to not think about the nightmare you just had. You prayed they would never find you here.

Seungmin watched you, listening to your breathing and still elevated heartbeat. He could only imagine how bad your nightmare was, wanting to comfort you desperately. But he knew the time would eventually come when he could hold you in his arms and sleep.

For now he just listened. It took a while but your heart rate finally slowed, your breathing steady as you slept. He was so sleepy, he ended up falling asleep to the sound of your heartbeat.

Morning came and Seungmin woke up from the light shining in through your windows. His room had a darker theme, and his curtains were always closed as night so the sun wouldn’t wake him too early. This was too bright for him. He leaned forward and found you sleeping soundly. He couldn’t help but notice the way your lips were slightly parted. They looked so kissable that it took all his resolve to not move closer to you.

Instead, he stood quietly and snuck out of your room and back across the hall to his own. His room was dark like normal and he happily climbed back in his bed, body stiff from the chair he had slept in. Within minutes he was back asleep.

He only managed to sleep another hour before Minho woke him up and called him downstairs. Groaning, he got up and headed downstairs. Everyone else made their way downstairs as well, some already awake and some still sleeping. Hyunjin nearly ran into the wall twice since he was still half sleep.

They all gathered out on the back deck, the morning air awakening their senses. Chan had made coffee for those who wanted it, and tea for the non coffee drinkers.

“Did anyone else hear a scream last night? Or did I dream that?” Jisung asked, rubbing his eyes.

“It was y/n. She had a nightmare.” Seungmin informed as he sat down.

“What?!” Hyunjin and Changbin were awake now.

“She’s fine. I fell asleep in her room waiting for her to fall back asleep though.” Seungmin yawned.

“Morning everybody,” Chan joined everyone outside. “We need to have a discussion about y/n.”

“Is this about her nightmare?” Changbin asked.

“No.” Chan shook his head. “She’s okay though, Seungmin?”

“Yes. Sleeping peacefully.” Seungmin smiled.

Chan had heard her scream last night, Minho too, but when they went to check on her, they heard Seungmin in there. Chan eavesdropped outside for a bit before heading back to his own room. He worried for her too but eventually fell asleep.

“We are keeping her, right?” Jisung asked.

“She’s not a pet…” Changbin glared.

“I didn’t mean it like that….” Jisung rolled his eyes.

“She is staying with us, yes.” Chan stated. “She is a part of this pack now. We do not abandon our own. And I want to thank each of you for being on your best behavior. You guys have been very welcoming and patient with her. I can see she is slowly getting used to us and opening up.”

“I can’t wait for her to trust us enough for hugs.” Felix sipped his tea.

“She’ll get there.” Hyunjin comforted, rubbing Felix’s lower back.

“Now�� Raise your hand if you feel the soulmate pull to her.” Chan looked around.

Felix shot his hand up and slowly everyone else’s hands were raised, Minho slowly raising his last.

“Wait, where’s Innie?” Chan looked around, taking a headcount.

“Must still be asleep.” Minho answered.

“Aish…I’ll get onto him later.” Chan grumbled. “Anyways, I’ve been watching everyone and I had my suspicions. Looks like she’s a rare case of an omega with multiple soulmates. I know we are all mates and we have found a way to balance and care for everyone’s needs so we will do the same with y/n. I don’t want any fighting over her, understand?”

“Yes.” They all agree in unison.

“Great. And if you’re out on the property, keep your ears open. I don’t want any surprises. If you’re outside with y/n, remember to be aware of your surroundings. Last thing we need is for her to be spotted or snatched away. Stay far from the Nyko territory.”

“Does that mean we can take her swimming in the lake?” Felix asked.

“If she wants to, I don’t see why not, Lixie.” Chan shrugged. “But don’t go alone. If you’re outside the house, one or two members with you.”

Felix clapped his hands excitedly, making Hyunjin smile and kiss his temple.

“You wanna come with us?” Felix asked Hyunjin.

“I’ll go if Hyunjin is going.” Changbin was quick to interject.

“Yah! Because of you I couldn’t walk back the last time.” Hyunjin pointed an accusatory finger.

“You found the cave. AND THEN was telling me harder...faster. So who’s fault is it really?” Changbin mocked Hyunjin’s pleas from their previous time together.

“I don’t sound like that.” Hyunjin pouted.

“You do.” Felix, Minho, and Changbin all agreed in unison.

Hyunjin sat back in his chair, arms crossed.

“Let’s get breakfast started.” Chan said before heading towards his office.

Minho and Felix got up to start working on breakfast. Jisung set the table, and got out the juice. Changbin decided to go for a quick run. Hyunjin went back upstairs, wanting to sleep more and Seungmin went to take a shower.

Meanwhile, you had woken up and stretched. You grabbed the bag of clothes from the floor and dumped them on the bed. Doctor Quinn had in fact given you clothes yesterday so you picked out an outfit and went into the bathroom to shower.

The water was warm and soothed your muscles and joints. You took your time, lathering the soap and standing under the waterfall. Eventually you got out, looking at your reflection in the mirror. You wrapped the towel around you and took your braids down from where you pinned them up. You then reached for the moisturizer Felix said to use after your shower and applied it to your face. It wouldn’t cover the bags or small scars but you did it anyway.

Afterwards, you slipped on the clothes, tying the drawstrings as tight as you could on the pants to help them fit. The pants were a bit big but you didn’t mind. After getting dressed, you removed your hair from the braids, letting it fall in waves down your back. You adjusted the front and sides before being satisfied with your reflection. You had never seen your hair look this good - or good at all.

You take a breath, bracing yourself, and open your door. The aroma of breakfast foods hits your nose and you smile. It smelled so good it made your mouth water and your stomach grumble. You quickly hope that today isn’t like your dream as you walk down the hallway.

You notice the young alpha also heading towards the stairs. Jeongin was walking slowly, wiping sleep from his eyes when he spotted you. His eyes went wide and you caught his scent. You froze dead in your tracks, knowing that scent all too well. It wasn’t exactly the same, having Jeongin’s own scent to it, but the base of it was the same for any male hybrid.

He took a few slow steps forward, closer to the stairs than you were. You begin to back up, studying his movements. You swear his eyes flash red and then he charges at you. You yelp, running from him. The chase only entices him more and he loses himself.

You reach your room, but before you can enter, he lunges at you. You both tumble to the ground, Jeongin pinning you down. Wow he’s fast. Terror filled every cell in your body as every previous time with the Nykos flashes in your mind. You cry out and sob, squirming underneath him.

He growls, silencing you as he pins your arms above your head. Jeongin leans forward, sniffing at your neck above your scent gland. He groans, enticed by your smell. He leans down to kiss you-

“Jeongin, NO.” a deep voice roared in the hall.

Jeongin’s red eyes faded back to his usual dark brown but he didn’t release you. Chan and Minho were quick to grab Jeongin and pull him off of you. He fought their hold, growling. Chan growled back - an alpha growl - and pinned him to the wall. Jeongin blinked rapidly, instantly stopping all protests.

“Wha-” he panted out confused.

Felix had run up the stairs with the others when they heard your scream. Seungmin quickly threw on clothes, stepping in the hallways as they pulled Jeongin off you. Now, Hyunjin and Jisung hurry over to your body, as you’re curled up in fetal position. You shook, your eyes squeezed shut, as you tried to push the awful memories away. They reached out to help you up and you flinched, yelping.

“Seungmin.” Minho said.

He hurried over, switching places with Minho and keeping hold of Jeongin. Jeongin wasn’t fighting them, instead panting as he watched them tend to you. Minho squatted next to you, releasing calming pheromones. The shaking subsided but you didn’t open your eyes.

“We’re gonna lift you now.” Minho said in a calm voice.

Minho nodded at Hyunjin and he reached out to pick you up. He too was releasing calming pheromones and you found yourself relaxing into his touch. They brought you into your room, Hyunjin placing you on your bed while Jisung stepped inside and closed the door.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to.” Jeongin sobbed, sliding down the wall as they let go of him.

“It’s okay, Innie. We know…it’s your rut instincts.” Chan comforted with a clenched jaw.

Felix was fidgeting behind Chan, biting his lip as he breathed heavily. Jeongin’s heightened smell from his rut was getting to him. He smelled so good, Felix couldn’t help but get hard despite the situation. Seungmin too was hard, but he focused with all his resolve.

“I don’t understand. It’s too early. And now she’s going to hate me.” Jeongin hid his face in his hands.

“Innie…it’s okay. Sometimes omegas can induce an earlier rut. It was bound to happen to one of us. And you’re still learning control. She will understand.” Chan moves Jeongin's hands from his face and wipes his tears.

“He’s going to have to go to the rut house while she’s here.” Minho notes.

Chan nods.

“I’ll go.” Jeongin says, standing up with drooping shoulders.

“Who do you want to go with you?” Minho asked.

“No one.” Jeongin says.

“You’re going to need someone to help.” Seungmin reminds.

“I don’t deserve it.” Jeongin says, walking down the stairs and out the basement doors.

Chan sighs, looking to the others.

“He’ll be okay. I’ll check on him in a bit.” Minho says.

“Y/n….?” Hyunjin whispered.

You didn’t say anything.

“Can we check you? Make sure you’re not hurt?” Jisung asks.

You don’t move.

“Innie is still learning to control himself as a new alpha. His rut makes this harder. He didn’t mean to….scare you.” Hyunjin explains, choosing his words carefully.

“I know.” you whisper.

“Are you hurt?” Jisung asks.

“No.”

“Okay.” Jisung pouts and looks at Hyunjin, unsure what to do.

Knock, knock.

You jump, but Hyunjin instinctively rubs your back. You let him as the door opens, Chan coming in.

“Y/n? Are you okay? He didn’t hurt you, did he?” Chan rushes to your side, Hyunjin moving out of the way.

“No.” you sniffle.

“Let me see.” Chan says, lifting your arms.

“I’m fine.” you say, pulling your arms back towards your body.

“Okay. Well he won’t be in the house for a few days. So you don’t have to worry about running into him again.”

“I got him in trouble?” you question.

“No. He’s not in trouble. We have a little house on the property that we sometimes use for our ruts, if we need to be alone, or just want some privacy. He’s gonna be there until his rut is done.”

“Oh…” you sit up.

“You sure you’re okay?” Jisung asks, scanning your body for any injuries.

“Yes. I’m fine.” you say, not used to being doted on so much.

“Hungry?” Hyunjin asks.

“No.” You say.

“Liar.” Jisung smirks. “Let’s go get breakfast.”

Reluctantly, you follow Jisung downstairs and fix yourself a plate. As you sit at the table you nibble on the food, not really wanting to eat.

Jisung didn't push you to eat more, knowing your morning was rough.

Hyunjin informed Chan that he would go be with Jeongin for a while, helping him and making sure he's not punishing himself. Chan nodded, thanking him for his help and telling him to take some food with him.

Chan had wanted to have a conversation with you and all the members, informing you about the soulmate pull he knew you were feeling too. But with Jeongin and Hyunjin out for a bit, he figured he would wait. If it came up naturally, he would address it. But for now, they would just focus on making sure you’re comfortable.

Felix had come downstairs after you finished breakfast, cheeks flushed a light pink and a smile on his face. He fixed himself a plate as Seungmin came and stole a strip of bacon off it. Felix groaned, grabbing another one before sitting down.

Changbin returned from his run and looked around.

“Everything okay?” he asked, taking in the tense atmosphere.

Jisung pulled him aside and explained what happened. Changbin was appalled and came back to the kitchen to check on you. But you weren’t there. They panicked, searching the house for you and eventually found you in your room.

“You okay? I heard what happened.” Changbin came into the room.

“I’m fine.” you mumble, wiping a few tears so he wouldn’t see.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here.”

You looked over at him confused. “Why are you sorry?”

“I promised myself to always protect you. I’ll be like your own personal bodyguard. No one will hurt you ever again.” Changbin stated.

You smiled. “Thank you.”

“I’m going to shower. Then we are going to hang out, okay?”

“Okay.”

Changbin nodded, heading off to his room down the hall.

You were quiet the rest of the day despite having left your room to hang out with Changbin. He gave you a tour of his room and then you joined a few of the boys in the living room. You all sat watching tv for a bit, but you were hardly paying attention.

Felix wanted to make some brownies and asked if you wanted to help. You had never been allowed to cook so you eagerly went into the kitchen with him. He taught you how to bake, Changbin and Jisung sitting at the island and chatting with you two. You didn’t say much, but enjoyed feeling like part of the conversation.

Chan came in from his office, seeing you in the kitchen and it warmed his heart. He had hoped this incident wouldn’t set back your progress of trusting them, but you continue to surprise him.

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