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loveisonlyforthebrave8 · 5 months ago

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rough ride, hold on tight.

A self-indulgent Hyunchan 'Railway' fic that no one asked for. aka, Hyunjin has been in love with Chan the entire time- with an omegaverse twist. ao3

Hyunjin has been holding a flame of fierce desire for his alpha leader for as long as he can remember.

From the very beginning his omega took one whiff of Chan’s power and said ‘mine.’

But much to the utter horror and dismay of his omega, he never actually acts upon it.

+++

Sadly, being Chan’s omega while pursuing his dreams of becoming an idol is a pipe dream he can’t afford to indulge in. So he buries his deepest desires and takes it day by day.

In the earlier years he’s so determined to succeed in his debut journey that he’s able to mask his mood shifts, his lingering eyes, and his wandering thoughts behind hard work and dedication to his craft. Hyunjin works himself to the bone. As the sweat pours down his face, his legs ache from over-exertion, his throat croaks out the final lyrics of the song, it all seems worth it when Chan’s determined eyes follow his every move. It excites him, and all Jinnie wants is to keep Bang Chan’s eyes firmly on him.

Because as long as he has Chan’s gaze, he'll be able to debut with Chan, and their journey together can really begin.

When the day finally comes, and Chan choses him to be part of his group, Hyunjin’s heart soars.

He made it.

A Stray Kid at last, he tells himself as he cries into his pillow that night, exhaustion finally taking him.

It eases the yearning slightly knowing that Chan wants him, not necessarily in the way his inner wolf needs to be wanted, but he was chosen by their new leader. And that makes the aches and pains he put his body through worth it.

Hyunjin loves being an idol, and he loves being a Stray Kid.

But his elation, sadly, doesn’t last long.

Being around Chan as often as he is becomes increasingly harder day after day. Some days are far worse than others. And the reminders get lost in a sea of dark, heavy waves that crash into the shore.

Sometimes his desires trickle over and make themselves known. And when Hyunjin cracks, it’s with pitiful desperation.

+++

Bang Chan has been on suppressants for almost as long as Hyunjin has known him. Hyunjin still has mixed feelings about them. On the one hand Jinnie is grateful, he thinks he only made it as far as he did because his alpha has no distinct smell to entice and distract him, but his wolf despises it, craves only the sandalwood and lime that once invaded his entire body and which he’d immediately recognised as his. It rages a constant back and forth.

But Chan’s suppressants come with one major flaw. They might suppress his inner alpha for the majority of the year, but his lack of ruts throughout the rest of the year make his annual one even more ferocious, and this, in turn, makes their leader far too dangerous to be around.

So Chan’s annual rut is a major event that Hyunjin is forced to disappear for.

The company unanimously decides that the pack’s omega’s- Hyunjin, Felix, and Jisung, - are all to be cautiously kept out of Chan’s vicinity when his rut hits. It physically pains Hyunjin to be away from his alpha when he needs him the most, but there’s nothing he can do or say that will allow him into the dorm when the time comes.

No one knows that Hyunjin’s wolf has laid claim on their leader. No one can know. So Hyunjin hides himself away and silently cries out for Chan every year.

The only upside to Chan’s rut steadily approaching is that all schedules are suspended for the entire month until it’s over. The biology of Chan’s ruts isn’t an exact science, and it can hit at any moment. Better to be safe than sorry, the managers would say.

Despite the way he misses his own bed, and the comfort of having Chan so close, Hyunjin does enjoy the time off to relax his mind and his body. Though he gets bored more often than not. Keeping himself occupied with instagram lives with STAY and painting is something he loves to indulge in.

Hyunjin has pretty chill plans for the evening. He plans to take a long, hot soak in the bath, paint one of the new canvases that Chan conveniently bought him, and potentially talk to STAY on live. He’s so content at the cozy thought alone that he doesn’t even bother checking his phone until it’s too late.

Hyunjin smells him the moment he steps into their shared home.

His alpha, his leader, his mate.

Chan’s sandalwood and lime scent is overwhelmingly potent. He smells so fucking good that Hyunjin’s wolf knows it was made just for him. It invades his senses and sends a wild fire frenzy of lust and fury and possessiveness ravaging through his body. The groans and growls and the low whimpers of need call to Hyunjin like a siren's call. Chan needs him, is calling out for him, he can hear the desperation in his alpha’s voice.

Hyunjin needs to get to his alpha. Present himself for his alpha. Mate with his alpha.

“Jinnie?”

Changbin stands outside Chan’s room, a look of confusion and a hint of fear crosses his face as he tries to process Hyunjin’s presence. “What are you doing here?”

But Hyunjin hears Chan cry out again, and he tunnelvisions, feet moving before he can stop himself, all rationality flies from his body. He beelines for Chan’s door and tries to barrel through Changbin to do it.

If it weren’t for Binnie’s quick reflexes and brick-shit house stance, Hyunjin might have gotten in, stripped himself bare and sat on Chan’s knot in seconds.

But Changbin is on guard tonight, ever watchful, always loyal, and fiercely protective of his hyung. So before Hyunjin can even think about undoing the button of his pants and giving himself to Chan to use and breed, he’s being yanked bodily away from the scene of his mate’s pained pleasure and taken to the other dorm where a worked-up and devastated Hyunjin weeps a desperate confession into Binnie’s arms.

“He needs me, Bin.” Hyunjin wails, “Alpha needs me.” Tears stream down his face faster than he can wipe them away.

Binnie smiles kindly, brushing Hyunjin’s hair away from his eyes, “Channie-hyung will be fine after a few days.”

“NO!” Hyunjin snaps, pushing Changbin away, “Alpha needs me.” He growls.

Hyunjin struggles in Binnie’s arms, wrestling against him in a fight he knows he won’t win. All Binnie does is coo, trying to soothe the agitated wolf. “Jinnie, calm down. It’s okay. Chan is going to be okay.”

“B-but I need him.” Hyunjin chokes out weakly, “He’s mine.”

A flurry of anxiety trickles across his chest as a litany of possessive mineminemine echoes round the room until all Jinnie can think to say is the truth.

Binnie grabs Hyunjin’s face and holds him up with both palms,“That’s just his rut talking, Jinnie. Your hormones are all over the place right now. It’s okay. You’re gonna be okay.”

Hyunjin forcibly shakes his head and laughs darkly. “You don’t get it, Binnie.”

“What’s there to get? Your omega saw our alpha leader in pain and wanted to help. It’s only natural to feel this way. It’s instinct.”

“I’m in love with him, Binnie.”

That shuts Changbin right up.

The silence is deafening, until Binnie’s breath hitches in his chest, like he’s forcing himself to hide his initial response.

“You’re-”

The fog in Hyunjin’s vision clears as he nods in an almost sedated relief as his confession lays bare before them. There’s no holding back now. May as well give Changbin the rest too.

“He’s my alpha. I belong to him in every way that matters. Consciously and instinctually I’m his. I don’t want anyone else. Being forced to stay away from him when he needs me the most has almost destroyed me every year since the day he had his first rut. I love him, Bin.”

“Jesus, Jinnie.” Changbin replies in utter shock, “Does Chan know?”

Hyunjin lets out a dark cackle that moulds quickly into a hiccup, “He can’t know. You can’t tell him.”

Changbin sighs quietly, nods in understanding, and opens his arms with a quiet ‘c’mere’ and catches Hyunjin as he falls carelessly into them.

“It’ll be okay, Jinnie. I'll protect you.”

+++

Ever since that night, Changbin has kept a close eye on him. Checking in when he can, and always providing comfort when Channie-hyung is being especially flirty with other omega’s. Which happens far too often than either of them would like.

Chan has always been the biggest flirt of the group. He flirts with other idols, gender non-specific, as his cheeks blush and his laughter rings out. He flirts with STAY most of all, teasing them in person and over socials. Relentlessly.

And hell, Chan even flirts with other members of their pack, pulling Felix into his lap and nuzzling his face into his fellow omega’s scent gland without realising he’s doing it. Hyunjin watches Lixie’s eyes cloud over and waits for the purring to start before he has to look away.

Every scenario Hyunjin has to witness where Chan’s eyes and hands are fixed on someone else is like a punch to the gut. No matter how hard he tries to forget to act like it doesn’t tear him up inside, it always does. It tears him apart.

Hyunjin tries to keep things casual, burying his emotions deep down, but every time he purposefully keeps his distance, Chan will unknowingly force his sandalwood and lime scented body back into his space. Hyunjin simply isn’t strong enough to resist. He doesn’t possess the strength to fight what his heart, his mind, and his inner wolf longs for. So he forgives Chan’s ignorance and his wandering hands and falls into easy submission whenever his alpha gives him any kind of attention.

Changbin really is his only saving grace sometimes. His best friend. His protector. He honestly doesn’t know what he would have done over the years without him. And when they all make the collective decision to split the dorms into pairs, it's with gleeful clarity that Hyunjin choses to live with Binnie, despite Chan’s pouty lips and sad, disappointed eyes searching the moment the decision is made public.

Hyunjin definitely doesn’t weep for a week straight about it.

And Changbin never utters a word.

He’s thankful for it.

But even with Binnie now having his back, the man can only do so much. There’s been too many close calls that both of them struggle to keep his inner wolf at bay. The longing gets so bad sometimes, that even when Chan isn’t physically around it’s a struggle.

One of the worst incidents actually occurs during Hyunjin’s hiatus. All it takes is one video from the group's Wolfgang Kingdom stage, with Chan in all his oiled up, scratched up, shirtless glory and it’s as if a kill switch in Hyunjin’s brain is violently triggered. His omega goes wild and forces him into one of the worst heats of his entire life.

Luckily Chan isn’t there to witness the way Hyunjin whines for him.

Confidential conversations are had after Kingdom, and appointments with his doctor are made to ensure he’s protected from all sides, forcibly drowning out the sounds of his lonely, desperate omega with little white pills. But sadly, the meds only seem to suppress the physical effects of his body's longing. They don’t fight the emotional toll it takes every time Chan looks at him with even just a hint of something more.

Hyunjin has had many lucky escapes over the years.

Red Lights era is one of the best and worst times of his life. He thanks god every day for his new miracle suppressants, because there are several moments while shooting together that Hyunjin feels the push and pull of fierce ownership from his inner wolf.

Being able to work with his alpha one on one, is both a blessing and a curse. Expressing scarily similar desires through their unit song, a song that they created together, only solidifies how perfectly matched they are as mates. The constant string of praise that falls from his hyung's lips as he waxes poetically about Hyunjin’s lyrics, and then as he coaxes the flames of Hyunjin’s want into slightly more sultry, subtle lines of his own damnation.

When filming starts and he’s forced to endure having his alpha’s loose grip wrapped around his throat, he prays that Chan doesn’t notice how rapidly his pulse is rabbiting beneath his palm. The exhilaration, the fear, the giddy joy, the anguish, Hyunjin fine-tunes those emotions and pushes even further to make sure it comes across as nothing more than good acting. He almost gets away with it too. It’s only when Chan’s fingers tighten around Hyunjin’s neck that he fears his facade might crack. But the director is calling ‘cut’ and Chan’s hand immediately drops from its chokehold, and Hyunjin lets out the longest breath, hungrily gasping for air.

Hyunjin excuses himself to the private bathroom, locks the door quickly, closes his eyes, and wraps his own hand round his throat. He imagines it’s Chan’s firm grip as he unzips his trousers, pulls himself out, and pumps his incredibly slick cock to completion in a matter of minutes.

No one even blinks an eye when he saunters back onto set moments later with an air of fresh haze. If Bang Chan notices anything different about his behaviour he never mentions it directly, but his touches does linger, and there is a constant stream of compliments every time Hyunjin suggests something new they could try, and the praise makes him quiver inside and out.

Then it’s the choreography that gets Hyunjin riled up hours later, the feeling of his leader’s ever-steady palms holding him up as Hyunjin arches his back mid-dance. The moaning and writhing beneath the towering figure of his darkest fantasy, a vision in white, come to life.

Yeah.

Hyunjin is all kinds of fucked up. Not even Binnie’s solid comfort can pull him out of this one unscathed.

Hyunjin is probably solely responsible for at least half the views on their unit music video, and even now whenever the song is played it’s instinctual the way his cock hardens the moment he hears the laboured breaths of his alpha through his headphones. He locks himself away most evenings, loses count how many times he’s fucked himself on his favourite toy to that final memory of Chan towering over him.

He’s pretty much tugged himself raw to the sound of every Chan verse in their discography by now, and he’s stupidly fucked his way through half the male dance crew just to satiate the hunger buried not quite as deep as he’d hoped it would be by now. Nothing seems to quench the deep-rooted need he has for his missing mate.

At this rate Hyunjin is convinced nothing ever will.

But he takes it day by day.

***

Hyunjin has heard rumblings of excitement surrounding Chan’s solo stage for weeks now leading up to their first world tour date. He’s been desperately holding back from peeking into the rehearsal space just to catch a glimpse, because Hyunjin knows better than to tempt fate.

Witnessing forced glimpses of Chan's solo from its conception to the stage is a journey of much required patience, composure, and most importantly, restraint.

Changbin has expressly forbidden him from watching Chan’s first solo stage until he himself has seen it performed in full, and then after he has, he makes it very clear that Hyunjin is to avoid the set entirely.

The exhilarating buzz from STAY, crew, other idols, and everyone alike makes it increasingly difficult to avoid, so that evening when they’re all back in their own beds, and the adrenaline still coursing through him from tonight’s show lingers, Hyunjin does the inevitable. He takes a quick glimpse through his burner accounts on social media. Only when he does, he’s immediately bombarded with image after image after image of his alpha’s very bare, very sweaty, and very marked up chest and back.

Hyunjin spends the rest of the night panting, moaning, sweating, and riding his newest dildo, begging his absent alpha for more, please.

+++

Day two of the show comes around far quicker than he’d like. Hyunjin barely has his rampant hormones under control after devouring scenes of his alpha taking centre stage and putting on an incredibly unhinged viral performance. A performance that is only to be repeated later this evening.

It’s as he’s fingering himself open in the shower that morning that Hyunjin decides it’s time to take the plunge. Maybe a little bit of exposure therapy to Chan’s solo stage might help him ease the tension he can feel continually building inside him. This is his first mistake.

He leaves his room in such a rush to get to the venue that his very important, solitary white pill labelled with today’s date flings itself to the floor and rolls under the bed, not swallowed.

Hyunjin’s nerves for the show are overshadowed with excitement as he changes into his first outfit of the night. The adrenaline rush of endorphins he earns tearing up the stage in his own solo performance is a completely different kind of hype to what he’s feeling right now as he watches Chan step out towards centre stage, where the buzz of the crowd as they roar with burning passion, makes Hyunjin’s entire body jittery with anticipation.

The performance starts in a haze of darkness, until a singular spotlight hits the back of Chan’s figure as he drags his steel throne up onto the podium through a throng of bodies that wait patiently to worship their leader.

The music builds and swells, reaching its peak the moment Chan sits down, and his powerhouse vocals burst through with the melody:

“Tunnel vision, got my eyes on you.”

Hyunjin’s legs tremble.

“Trapped in every single line, and every move. ”

Sweat drips down the back of Hyunjin’s spine.

“Heart is racing day and night, for you.”

Hyunjin’s own heart mimics the lyrics, beat for beat, racing.

“Don’t hold back, enjoy the ride, let it loose.”

And by his alpha’s command, Hyunjin’s trembling limbs loosen and he sinks to the floor in a perfect kneel, waiting for his next command.

The sirens keep on screaming, that's a warning

We're staring at the ticket that says "one trip."

No turning back, hold tight onto the railings.

The lack of physical railings doesn’t stop Hyunjin’s arms from tucking behind his back to hold on tight.

It's only us but something's saying "more, please."

Hyunjin bites his lip, and as Chan falls forward, he arches his back and whimpers.

Yeah, this train never sleeps.

Brace yourself, take a seat.

Don't you care about the casualties, casualties,

'Cause it's safe when it's just you and me, you and me.

Baby, I feel our heartbeats,

Shaking, trembling,

Rough ride, hold on tight.

Yeah, this train never sleeps.”

Hyunjin’s brain supplies only two thoughts:

Him and Chan.

Omega and Alpha.

He settles back into submission and waits for Chan’s voice to wash over him once more.

As the song progresses, Chan’s lyrics stay as unhinged as you can expect from the man who wrote Drive and Red Lights, but when he pairs them with his sultry tone and bedroom eyes directed into the camera, it sends Hyunjin spiralling further into pleasured torment. He sits and waits, panting like a dog on a leash, choking down gulps of tainted air the longer he stares at this version of Chan on the big screen.

And when the finale rolls in, with a slick, clawed up chest, falling into his own pit of despair after teasing and goading and riding the wave of his success, Hyunjin’s brain completely short-circuits. His wolf starts howling, rattling ferociously at the cage he’s been locked in for years until it splits the bars wide open.

Hyunjin’s body, no longer his to control, starts presenting in every way an omega in heat needs to for their alpha. His scent spikes, he knows it does, because he can hear the tell-tale sound of alpha’s raising their noses to the air to single him out. At the first sign of potential recognition from his crew, Hyunjin runs, as swiftly and as quietly as he can, to the side of the stage. He needs to get to Chan before anyone else smells him, because this is his one chance to make sure his alpha knows, finally, who he belongs to.

Hyunjin has no mind of his own anymore, he’s completely driven by instinct, and his entire being is telling him to get to Chan.

Claim him, mark him, bite him. Make him yours.

Chan stumbles through the backstage curtain in a haze of red smoke and Hyunjin is on him like a moth to an open flame, grabbing him by the wrist, tugging him down a darkened corridor and pushing him up against the wall so fiercely he feels his teeth rattle inside his head. Hyunjin presses himself against Chan’s sweat soaked body and runs both hands across the marks on the alpha’s exposed chest, whining openly that they’re not his marks.

Hyunjin is so enthralled by the way the sweat drips down each ridge of Chan’s perfect body that he barely hears the soft, breathless: “Jinnie, are you okay?” coming from his alpha’s lips.

His mind and body are far too hazy with lust right now to focus on what he should be doing as opposed to what he wants to be doing, that he doesn’t even realise how being this close to Chan is affecting him. Hearing his alpha’s rough voice in his ear has him leaking slick for the first time in years. It has him moaning out Chan’s name and throwing all caution, patience, restraint, composure, everything he’s ever left hidden, to the fucking wind.

Hyunjin lunges forward with a soft, desperate mewl and buries himself in Chan’s scent gland, licking, nibbling, sucking, lapping, anything for a taste of the one person he craves most in this world. And when his alpha’s scent spikes the moment he takes his first real bite, it sends a shockwave of scorching electricity zipping up his spine.

Suddenly, his mouth on Chan’s neck isn’t enough and he craves morepleasemorepleasemoreplease. He licks a slick path up Chan’s neck and over his chin and locks eyes with his alpha. The one eye not obscured by a white contact lens is pitch black, pupil blown wider than the black holes you find in the depth of the milky way, dark and full of mystery, but scorching hot, like a meteor bound straight for his heart.

Hyunjin’s own gaze turns foggy, eyes drooping to half mast as he licks his lips and watches Chan do the same. Stuck in a moment of tense suspension that feels crucial between them, they both lean in and wait. So close to closing that final step, sharing the same air, leaning in and letting the universe decide their fate.

But Hyunjin’s sick of waiting for the goddamn stars to align.

He stumbles into the abyss and takes what belongs to him, licking his way into Chan’s mouth with a devastating groan. Chan’s beautifully plump lips slip and slide against his own, but they kiss back with equal passion and devour him whole. The push and pull of possession between them is tangible and real and so fucking hot Hyunjin can barely keep his limbs from melting.

Their hands are everywhere, grabbing, pulling, shoving, pinching, gripping, forcing slightly elongated nails into warm, hardened flesh, making sure to create real marks- his marks- along the perfect lines of his alpha’s abs.

Chan responds beautifully, humming into his mouth, wrapping him in his perfect arms, pulling him tight against his slick body.

Hyunjin’s wolf purrs; happy, elated, content now that he’s finally being fed. He arches the moment his alpha’s hands move to his hair, to caress, to tug, to soothe.

It’s everything he’s dreamed of and more.

Hyunjin hums a sweet melody into Chan’s mouth and only pulls back when he absolutely can’t fucking breathe . He takes the quickest, deepest breath and dives back in with even more enthusiasm. But when Chan's excitement only pumps out more pheromones, his scent turning sweeter by the second, it hits Hyunjin’s nose and the immediate need to taste takes over. He tugs on Chan’s bottom lip one last time before working his mouth back down to Chan’s scent gland, sucking a deep and possessive mark into his alpha’s neck. He feels a single, happy tear drip down his face when Chan bares his neck and his vulnerabilities in a contented, deep groan of approval.

Acceptance.

Reciprocation.

Maybe not unrequited after all.

His alpha wants him back.

It feels like coming home.

Chan’s chest vibrates with soft rumblings of intense affection, and when their hard cocks rub together he rumbles out a deep, ‘Jinnie, please.’ followed by a firm grip on Hyunjin’s ass cheeks, pulling them apart to release more slick. And when Chan drags him even closer, grinding his solid cock into him harder and reaffirming his reciprocation tenfold, Hyunjin’s already wobbly legs almost buckle beneath him.

If it weren’t for Chan’s arm around him he’d surely crumble.

Chaos, it seems, ensues far quicker than either one of them would have liked.

Hyunjin bares his teeth to sink them deep into Chan’s neck, where Hyunjin hopes to finally lay claim on his chosen mate, but before he’s able to make contact his hair is being pulled and his body is cruelly ripped away by hands far more fierce and in control than the ones holding him close. His inner wolf howls, growling ferociously at the intruder, lashing out to bite and scratch and tear his way back to his alpha.

Hyunjin thinks he hears his alpha cry out for him, and it pains him to know that Chan is just as desperate for him too. He also thinks he hears Chan begging the intruders to release him, trying desperately to convince them all that he’s ‘got it under control ’, that ‘he’s fine’, and that most importantly, ‘Jinnie needs me.’

Chan’s desperate pleas for their freedom make Hyunjin feel crazy. But it's only when he looks up to try and soothe his distressed alpha to see Minho holding him pinned to the wall by the neck that Hyunjin feels truly feral.

“Let me GO!” Hyunjin roars, as fury topples over all rationality.

Changbin chuckles sweetly, ��I don’t think so, princess. You can’t just fuck and mate our leader mid-show, Jinnie. I know it’s been a rough couple of years for you, but this isn’t the way you want to do this, okay?”

Hyunjin tries in vain to haul his lithe body out of Changbin’s iron-clad grip, and even though he’s never been able to do it before, despite his best efforts, he still attempts one last ditch effort to free himself, struggling and whining, hoping to earn some sympathy through his own distress.

“But I need him.”

Changbin hums against his ear in a tone that Hyunjin thinks is meant to be soothing, “I know you do, darling, but not like this.”

And before he can utter another word, Changbin has him hauled up and over his shoulder and is storming away at a pace Hyunjin’s fuzzy brain can’t comprehend. He looks up at Chan one last time before they turn the corner to see he’s still pinned to the wall by Minho and now also Seungmin, though it looks as if they’re both struggling to keep his alpha put, and that makes Hyunjin smile, if only for a second, before he loses sight of Chan completely, and it’s all over.

Hyunjin crumbles, sagging against Changbin and letting out the most heart wrenching cry.

+++

Hyunjin refuses to even acknowledge his best friend the entire journey home, pushing away any physical affections and scoffing at the attempts to soothe with fanciful words of comfort.

Binnie somehow manages to get him home in one piece, physically unscathed, but emotionally… he’s wrecked. His heart longs only for his alpha’s touch. He feels empty without Chan. His heat pumps nothing but agonising poison through his veins as the cramps knock him sideways. It isn’t until Binnie manages to get him into his bed that Jinnie really lashes out.

“Get out.” He says, as forcibly as he’s able to.

Changbin sighs. “I’m not leaving until you’ve made your nest, Jinnie. I know it’s been a while, but I know you still know how. Let me help.”

Hyunjin’s fury spits flames of acid through his teeth. He doesn’t want Changbin anywhere near his fucking nest. Not after what he’s done.

“Get. The Fuck. Out.”

Changbin holds firm. “No. Someone needs to help get you through this.”

Hyunjin huffs out a cruel laugh, “You can’t help me, Bin. Are you going to knot me till my heat is satisfied? Gonna pump me full of your come till I’m begging for you to breed me? Keep me knotted until you fill me with your pups, huh?” Hyunjin scoffs, and he knows he’s going to regret every damn word that comes out of his spiteful mouth, but his anger is so blinding he can hardly stop them from gushing out. “Because last I heard you were still just a beta . You’ll never be my alpha, Changbin.”

Changbin laughs cooly, taking everything with a fresh pinch of salt. “Put the claws away, kitten. I know I’m not your alpha, but what I am is your best friend. And I know this is just your heat talking, but just a beta ? That hurts, Jin.” Binnie says with an over-exaggerated pout and a dramatic slap to his tit. “You’d be lucky to get my cock inside you, minus the knot of course. Because you and I both know it’s knot what you have, but what you do with it that counts.”

And despite the rage still bubbling inside him, Jinnie chokes out a half crazed laugh. His stupid, ridiculous, beautiful bestie. Always making him laugh and bringing him back down to earth when he’s being an insufferable little bitch. Binnie’s already continuing, though, despite the interruption, “Besides, your alpha- our fearless, yet rule-abiding leader- was about to fuck all consequences and ravage you backstage at our concert because your scent is so fucking potent right now that even I, a lowly beta , can smell your lust from here.”

Hyunjin falters. “You can smell me?”

Changbin cackles, “Yeah, babe, I can. You stink. No wonder Chan was ready to fuck your brains out in front of everyone, JYP and management be damned. Half the alpha’s in the arena would have taken a piece of you if I hadn’t gotten you out of there.”

Hyunjin’s breath hitches, his cramps kick him squarely in the gut, and his heart cracks at the implications.

“So, you’re telling me the only reason Chan responded to me the way he did is because he couldn’t help himself? Not because…he wanted me back?”

The sigh of defeat from Changbin and the silence that follows speaks volumes.

It fractures Hyunjin’s heart. He chokes out a dry sob that physically hurts when it reaches the surface.

“He’ll never love me back, will he?” His omega mourns.

“I don’t have the answer to that question, Jin. You’re gonna have to ask him. He knows too much now for you to continue hiding, they all do.” Changbin says, striking the final blow. The pack were bound to have questions.

Hyunjin’s perfectly crafted cover is officially in tatters. Life as he knows it is over. Jinnie’s fragile heart starts to shatter. But only one thought rattles in his head.

“I-I can’t lose him.”

Hyunjin hangs his head in defeat.

A hitched breath, a whiff of sandalwood and lime, and a soft but firm, “I’m not going anywhere, Hyunjin.” is all it takes to bring Hyunjin back to life.

His head whips across the room to find his beautiful, softly dimpled alpha leaning up against its frame.

Hyunjin immediately tries to move to him, but Binnie is much too quick, pushing Hyunjin behind him and halfway across the room standing between them before they’ve even managed to blink.

“You need to leave.” Changbin warns with a hint of a growl.

Chan doesn’t even acknowledge Binnie, his eyes are fixed longingly on Hyunjin, which very much helps ease the pain in his heart and abdomen greatly. Chan takes a deliberate step forward when Hyunjin mewls.

“Now.” Binnie warns, also stepping forward.

The danger in Binnie’s voice finally gets a reaction from Chan. But when he does eventually drop their fiery gaze he does so with an air of dominance. He turns his head to look Changbin clear in the eye.

“I’m not leaving him, Bin. Please get out of my way.”

Changbin stands his ground. “Or what? You’ll use your Alpha voice to force your way in here? It’s not gonna happen, Chan. You may be my leader and one of my best friends, but Jinnie’s safety is my top priority. I’ve seen what you’re like during your rut… you’ll break him.”

“I want him to break me.” Hyunjin yelps, stating the fucking obvious, like it hasn’t been exactly what he’s wanted from the very moment he laid eyes on Chan.

He can take it. Whatever Chan wants to give. Hyunjin’s body is ready. Made for it. Made for Chan.

Changbin laughs and turns back to Hyunjin, �� Cute, princess, but your emotions are way too horned up for your opinions to be considered consensual in this debate.”

Hyunjin sighs dramatically, “This isn’t a debate you have any right to be in, Bin. I’m not far gone enough yet that I don’t know the difference between wanting to sit on my alpha’s knot because it’s everything I’ve ever wanted and being so deliriously out of my mind that I only want to be bred and fucked full of pups.”

“You’re in heat, Jinnie.”

“I’m in pre-heat. My mind is still clear. I know what I want.”

“But you-”

“-I’m not going to break him, Binnie.” Chan interrupts, reminding them both that he’s still very much in the room as his eyes once again pierce through the veil of thickening fog and linger on Hyunjin’s flat, pupless stomach with want, very blatantly visualising the idea.

Hyunjin’s awareness of how close his alpha is sizzles under the surface of his skin, but he whines in protest of his words. Chan’s gaze snaps back to meet him as he instinctively moves closer again at the sound of his distress.

“If you tell me to leave, Jinnie, I will. But I’m here because I want you.” Hyunjin whimpers, but Chan continues his confession with passion, “I want us. I’m so in love with you. Think I always have been.” He says, with an air of truth and finality.

Hyunjin’s heart pounds beneath his ribcage, stuttering, quaking, quivering as he stares at Chan for longer than he cares to admit, basking in the reality of his wildest dreams springing to life before his very eyes, eyes that well up in protest of his refusal to close them, to keep looking at Chan for that little bit longer. Eventually they do close, and the traitorous tears that dangle delicately from his lashes fall, cascading down his cheeks as he lets out a choked sob.

When he opens his eyes again he sees the way Chan’s entire body vibrates with the need to reach out and comfort him. He knows that if he were to ask, Chan would be by his side and on his knees in seconds.

Hyunjin forces himself to look away, to turn his head towards his best friend to tell him plainly, “I want Chan to stay.”

Changbin smiles, sighs, and drops his head in inevitable defeat, he knew this was coming. But when he looks back up it’s with a smile so bright. “I know.” He giggles, “Just had to be sure.”

Hyunjin smiles back at him. “I’m sure.” He turns to look back at his alpha and says, “This is what I want.”

The tension bubbles beneath the surface, Hyunjin’s entire body feels like a live wire, sparks of lust fly and Chan’s gaze darkens the longer they look at each other in the open space, still so far away.

“Alright, well…” Changbin glances between the two of them and awkwardly shuffles towards the door, neither one of them drops their gaze to look at him, but he still continues, “I’m gonna head out. Don’t wreck the place, okay? And we all eat on that kitchen counter, so keep it clean, yeah?”

And just before he closes the door he pops his head back in and says, “Oh, and Chan?”

Chan hums in acknowledgement but keeps his fiery eyes firmly on Hyunjin.

“Leader or not, I will hunt you down if you hurt him, we clear?”

Chan hums again and nods. “Loud and clear, Bin.”

Changbin cackles awkwardly and as he's closing the door he lets out a final: “Don’t pounce on him till I leave please.”

Chan laughs darkly, “Then you better leave quickly.”

But Hyunjin is done waiting, he’s already up and out of bed, barrelling Chan back into the closed door and slamming their lips and hips together, grinding his painfully hard cock into Chan’s toned abs and moaning out his name like it holds the key to his destruction.

Binnie squeals from the other side of the door, and the sound of his feet running through the dorm makes Chan chuckle into his mouth. Hyunjin’s tongue silences the laughter quickly though, and soon enough neither one of them is thinking about Changbin anymore.

Chan’s hands snake their way down his body and land firmly on Hyunjin’s ass and before he knows what’s happening he’s being lifted up Chan’s body like he weighs nothing at all, spun around so quickly Hyunjin feels slightly dizzy, and then slammed back into the door as Chan’s lips collide with his neck, spreading his scent all over him.

“Fuck, Jinnie.” He groans into Hyunjin’s neck. “You smell so good.” He nips and sucks and licks again, rubbing his face into his scent gland, claiming him. “You smell like you’re mine.”

Hyunjin bares his neck, rolls his body and arches away from the door and further into Chan before confessing into the air, “Always been yours, hyung.”

Chan's mouth slows, his lips close over Hyunjin’s beating pulse in one final kiss before he lifts his head and uses his hand to pull Hyunjin’s face towards him by the chin. He makes sure Hyunjin’s eyes flutter open before he asks, “How long have you known?”

Hyunjin tries to look away, but Chan’s hand holds him firm.

“Since the day we met.”

Hyunjin runs both hands through Chan’s hair and coaxes a low groan from Chan’s throat as he whispers back a slightly pained but sincere, “I’m sorry for making you wait so long.”

Hyunjin smiles, “I would have waited forever.”

But Chan is shaking his head and kissing the next words against his lips, “No more waiting, Jinnie. I’m here. I’m yours. I’ve got you.”

Chan hikes Hyunjin further into his arms and walks them both over towards the bed where he throws Hyunjin down. He uses his skillful knee to spread Hyunjin’s long dancer's legs, slotting himself between his open thighs and crawls the rest of his way up Hyunjin’s body until their lips collide once more.

Hyunjin’s omega is so content right now, surrounded by his alpha’s scent, his taste, his weight keeping him deliciously warm, but his heat really starts to kick in the moment Chan starts pulling him apart. Slick gushes out of him, coating his pants in hot, sweet liquid, and the smell of it becomes so overwhelming that Chan rips his lips from Hyunjin’s and begs him for a taste. Hyunjin nods, struggling to form actual words as his mind fogs into submission the moment Chan strips him bare, his back arches and his legs fall even further apart, presenting for his alpha.

Chan takes a moment and simply stares, basking in the view, admiring him as if he were a priceless piece of art hung at the Louvre. His hand reaches forward, but stutters as if his touch might taint the canvas. Hyunjin mewls and rolls his hips, letting Chan know he needs his touch. Chan’s breath hitches in his chest and his hands immediately grab Hyunjin’s hips to hold him down. Only when Hyunjin settles does he start a determined caress all over Hyunjin’s trembling body.

“You’re so beautiful, Jinnie.” Chan sighs, “Look at you.” He praises, lightly rubbing one pebbled nipple with his thumb and then trailing the tip of another finger along the soft ridges of delicate abs.

The body worship continues as Bang Chan leans forward and licks a hot, wet path along Hyunjin’s collarbone, down his sternum, over his pec and circles his nipple several times before latching on and biting down. He blows on it, watches it harden into a perfect little bud and then bites down harder. Hyunjin cries out.

“So responsive.” Chan croons.

When he’s done teasing his sensitive nipples, Chan slides further down Hyunjin’s body and pushes one of his legs into a deep bend, while the other he moves onto his shoulder where he now lays completely splayed bare for Chan’s hungry eyes.

It doesn’t take long at all for Chan to fall into his heat, he wastes no time getting his tongue deep inside Hyunjin’s fluttering hole, lapping at him like a starving man. The noises Chan makes when he gets his first real taste, plus the feeling of his alpha’s claiming tongue so deep, makes Hyunjin writhe, eyes rolling back into his skull the more Chan swirls his tongue inside. When Chan adds his first finger and curls it up into Hyunjin’s prostate he almost screams, throat feeling raw and used.

Chan takes his time, coaxing mewls and moans and high-pitched sighs as he adds two more fingers, spreading them inside and stretching Hyunjin out, preparing him to take his alpha’s knot.

But Hyunin’s ready, his omega has been waiting for this moment for so long he thinks he might vibrate right out of his skin if he doesn’t get his alpha’s cock inside him now.

“Alpha...”

Chan lifts his head, swollen lips glistening he asks, “Yes, baby?”

The sight of Chan between his legs licking Hyunjin’s taste from his lips has him panting and whimpering his desire.

“Want you.”

Bang Chan continues to look up at him from under his lashes with the dirtiest smirk on his face.

“Say please.”

Hyunjin cries out a quick concession of “pleasepleaseplease” as Chan hooks his fingers directly into his prostate. Hyunjin's wolf begs.

“Fuck- Alpha, please- want you inside me.”

Chan curls his fingers again and chuckles menacingly, “I am inside you, Jinnie.”

Hyunjin’s fist slams into the sheets in frustration, “Nooo…” he whines, “...need your cock. Want alpha’s knot. Feel so empty. Want you to fill me up…please?”

“There he is. There’s my good boy.” Chan croons, “You’ve been so good for me, baby.” He crooks his fingers one final time, a relentless tease, before pulling out completely, leaving Hyunjin despairingly empty. The emptiness makes Hyunjin want to cry. Chan moving off the bed distracts him momentarily as Hyunjin watches through half-lidded eyes the way Chan tears his shirt from his perfect body, the rest of his clothes follow suit, scattered somewhere around the room.

When Chan is finally, blessedly, naked, Hyunjin's eyes drop down to his alpha’s cock, which stands tall and thick and hard, dripping pre-come down his glistening abs. Hyunjin leaks even more slick, and his teeth bite into his plump bottom lip as he lets himself look, imagining his alpha’s taste on his tongue.

“You ready for me?” Chan smiles, dimples popping so distinctly when Hyunjin starts immediately spreading his legs.

“Flip over for me, gorgeous. Want you on your hands and knees. Let me see that hole. Gonna fill you up so good.”

Hyunjin’s body has never moved so fast in his life, not to be dramatic, but it’s almost like everything he’s ever done has been leading to this very moment. He settles on his knees, leans down onto his forearms into the perfect arch and sticks his ass shamelessly into the air.

He hears the groan behind him and smiles, turning his head to try and catch a glimpse of Chan’s face. He feels the bed dip, and Chan’s palms pull him apart to lean down to lick over him once more.

“You taste so good, Jinnie. Next time I’m gonna eat you out till you cry.” He slaps his palm across Hyunjin’s ass in promise, manhandling his hips closer so that he can rub his cock head across Jinnie’s rim, teasing, ready to drive home. Hyunjin cries out the moment he feels his alpha’s bare cock so close to where he needs him the most.

“Where do you keep your condoms, baby?” Chan asks abruptly, almost as an afterthought.

Hyunjin croaks out a forceful, “No condom. We’re both clean. Want it raw. Want to feel you.”

As idols they’re tested regularly, so Chan knows Jinnie’s statement to be true, but he still smoothes his hands down Jinnie’s body and asks him if he’s sure.

Hyunjin nods.

They enthusiastically decide to go without.

Before Hyunjin has even had the chance to beg, Chan is sliding home, inch by devastating inch, until he’s bottoming out and falling onto Hyunjin’s back to settle them both. He rolls his hips and grinds, slowly, achinging deep. There’s a feeling of desperation as all the air is punched out of him from how full he suddenly feels, wild and grasping at the bedsheets. His inner wolf howls.

Chan waits for Hyunjin to let him know when to start moving, which doesn’t take long at all, as his body is so painfully ready he’s drooling into his pillow.

“Please…” He begs, “... Alpha.”

Chan’s alpha growls out a possessive ‘mine’ followed very quickly with a ‘my omega’ as he pulls all the way out, just to sink back in a little deeper. Hyunjin takes it all, preening mostly at Chan’s claim of ownership. They both let instinct control the pace, Hyunjin takes and takes and takes Chan’s cock till he can feel his stomach bulge every time Chan drives forward and stays there. Hyunjin’s vision blurs with unshed tears that teeter on the edge.

Chan fucks into him so hard, and so deep he knows he’ll be able to feel him for days. Hyunjin’s back arch deepens after each thrust, and he can feel himself start to drift away from his body. If it weren’t for Chan’s bruising grip on his hips he’s pretty sure he might drift completely, but his alpha’s hands keep him grounded, pushing him deeper and deeper into the mattress.

The slick sound of skin against skin almost drowns out his own whimpers, and that’s apparently an issue for Chan because he grabs a handful of his hair and tugs Hyunjin’s face out of the pillow.

“Let me hear you, baby.” He growls, leaning over Hyunjin’s back, now grinding his hips in slow circles and whispering, “Tell me how good it feels, Jinnie.”

Chan keeps angling his perfect cock right into Hyunjin’s prostate and he doesn’t know how much more he can take.

Before Hyunjin has time to come up with a coherent response, he’s being lifted bodily up off the mattress, one hand anchored on his stomach, and the other across his chest as he’s pulled up and into Chan’s body. The move forces his alpha’s cock deeper. Hyunjin lets out the throatiest whine, which in turn prompts a deep chuckle from Chan in his ear.

Hyunjin turns his head to messily steal the laughter from his lips, and then suddenly Chan is the one making noises, punched-out little uh uh’s as he pistons his hips and licks his way back into Hyunjin’s mouth despite the odd angle.

Hyunjin tries to keep kissing Chan, but the angle is all wrong and it frustrates him enough to produce some kind of verbal response about it, “Want to see you, alpha.”

Bang Chan’s strength has always been impressive, and one of the many things Hyunjin has secretly obsessed over for years, so to be subjected to that strength, as he’s manhandled and flipped effortlessly onto his back without a second thought is truly something to scream about. He doesn't scream, but he does rock his hips up like the dancer he is and beg Chan to put his cock back inside him.

“Fuck…” Chan sighs deeply, unable to help himself as he grabs a handful of Hyunjin’s ass, spreads him wide, and sinks back home.

Hyunjin loves the way the new position gives him more freedom. He takes advantage of it by rolling his hips and pulling Chan further into him.

Chan’s hungry eyes follow every ripple of Hyunjin’s hips. He tongues his cheek and fucks forward enthusiastically.

“I’ve always been in awe of the way you move your body. Watching you on stage is a thing of beauty, but this?” Chan sucks in a hitched breath, “getting to watch you move on my cock?”

Hyunjin undulates his hips to drive home Chan's point, his alpha's head flings back, eyes rolling into his skull as he chokes out a desperate, “So fucking good. ”

Chan pants, glancing back down to where they’re connected, “You take me so well, Jinnie. Like you were made just for me.”

Hyunjin’s wolf slurs out happy responses, mainly words like ‘yours’, ‘mine’, and a near constant slew of Chan’s name wrapped in a possessive cloud above them both.

As Hyunjin’s body falls deeper into his heat he has a hard time keeping himself grounded in the reality of the moment because his head is so far up in the clouds he can hardly think much beyond the instinctual need to be filled and kept and bred and the feeling of Chan’s hips pumping rhythmically into his body, giving him everything he’s ever wanted.

Hyunjin’s so overwhelmed about finally having his alpha inside him, heart, body, and soul, that when his first orgasm rolls round, it hits so aggressively that it sends him hurtling towards the second in a matter of minutes. His cock pumping out a near constant stream of come that glistens across his body like freshly squeezed paint on a new canvas.

Chan’s fingers find their way onto his stomach and slide the come up and over the soft lines of his skin, creating his own artwork on Hyunjin’s trembling flesh. When he brings a heavily coated finger to his own lips and sucks it clean, Hyunjin nearly passes out.

Chan leans down till his breath is ghosting over Hyunjin’s lips. He kisses the salty sweetness into his mouth and asks, “Think you can take your alpha’s knot now, baby? I’m close.”

The nod Hyunjin’s whole body gives is instantaneous, but words feel thick and gooey in his mouth as he struggles through a verbal response. He thinks he manages an enthusiastic yesyesyes though, because he can feel Chan's laughter bubble in his throat as he kisses him. And when his alpha snaps his hips and drives harder into him, the swell at the base of his cock grows rapidly, settling deep inside him.

Chan’s come is an endless stream of warmth as it fills him up, and Hyunjin is just aware enough to know that his wolf is purring in delight, entirely sated.

When the fog starts to clear, and Hyunjin’s ears stop ringing, his head stops fizzing, and his eyes flutter open, he sees the look in Chan’s eyes as he coaxes him back into his body. Hyunjin has never felt more loved in his entire life. All he wants to do is stay here forever.

“Love you, Chris.” Hyunjin croons sweetly, lulled into Chan’s loving embrace as he comes back down to earth, not quite functioning enough to realise this is the first time he’s said the words out loud to Chan before. But when Chan smiles, his dimples popping as he wipes a stray tear that falls traitorously down Hyunjin’s cheek, he thinks he could definitely get used to this feeling.

Chan leans down, presses his lips to Hyunjin’s and whispers, “I love you too, Jinnie.”

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As they lay together, still connected, Chan humming sweetly into Hyunjin’s neck as Hyunjin purrs in contented silence, Chan suddenly pulls back and abruptly breaks the peace of the moment.

“So, what did you think of my solo stage?”

Hyunjin barks out a loud laugh and coaxes a confused looking Chan back into his neck, still cackling.

#bang chan #hyunjin #hyunchan #chanjin #stray kids #skz #hwang hyunjin #skzfic #RPF #bang chan x hyunjin #stray kids fic #myfic #mine #that's fine tumblr #i'll sacrice the gif header i spent an hour making #so you'll post my fic in the tags #that's fine

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hansomeskz · 2 years ago

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Devil Like Me Epilogue

Han Jisung is the devil of the music industry, but he’s tired of being alone.

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Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | Epilogue

NOTE: I am trying to decide which fic I want to post next!! I was going to post a fic I have inspired by Ceilings by Lizzy McAlpine but I also have one ready to go inspired by The 30th by Billie Eilish!! let me know which you would prefer :’)

If you had told Han Jisung ten years ago that he would still be alive, he never would’ve believed you. That means that everything else is just gravy.

Everything that went down for the few years he was used and abused is so far out of his mind now. He has more important things to worry about, like running his own label with his best friends and which preschool is going to be more beneficial for his daughter.

He could fret about how he almost drank himself to death under the supervision of his old management team, or he could celebrate five years of sobriety with his husband.

Today, he’s choosing to celebrate with his husband.

“Honey,” Minho calls from the sliding glass door connecting their house to their backyard. “Yes, my love?”

“Did you remember to pick up hot dog buns on your way home last night?”

“… Baby, tell me again how much you love me.” Jisung faces Minho with wide, innocent eyes. Batting his eyelashes only earns him a pained cry. “You’re useless!”

“But you still love me.” Jisung grins, drawing an exasperated sigh from Minho. “Only on the weekends.”

“Good thing it’s Saturday, or I’d be in trouble.” He stands from where he was testing the temperature of the pool, wiping his hands on his jeans. “I can go get them now.”

“No, I’ll just text Hyunjin. They’re leaving in ten anyway.” Minho smiles at Jisung as he approaches him. The blond is met with a scoff as he puckers his lips. “Kisses are for husbands who remember to pick up the hot dog buns. Where’s Dae?” Jisung’s eyes go wide, “I thought you had her?”

“ Jisung! ” Minho gasps, but he realizes the blond is kidding before he can start to panic. The younger boy pulls her out of her swing, jiggling her gently.

“Don’t shake her,” Minho whines, going over to her and plucking her right from Jisung’s grasp. The blond just laughs, following Minho inside.

“Dada,” their daughter says, grabbing at Minho’s face desperately. “Hungry.”

“We can eat soon, sweetheart.” Minho ruffles her hair, earning an angry squeal as she tries to bat his hands away. “We’re just waiting for our guests,” Jisung adds, kissing the top of her head.

They sit Dae in her chair at the table while the two of them chop vegetables. Jisung listens happily as Minho hums a song he’s had stuck in his head. The blond recognizes it as one of his own. “You’re like, obsessed with me,” he teases, smiling at him.

“Yeah,” the older boy sighs. “I am.”

Jisung goes to kiss Minho, but they’re interrupted by the sound of six pocket-sized men letting themselves in through their front door.

Changbin is yelling something about a band they’re trying to sign as Felix whines about how hard making the choreo for their music would be. Jisung rolls his eyes playfully, scooping up Dae as he goes to say hi.

“Oh my god, my favourite niece!” Chan holds his hands out as Jisung hands her over. She smiles brightly and hugs Chan’s neck. “Seungmin-“

“Don’t get any ideas, Chan. I thought we agreed to be cool uncles.”

“I’m the wine aunt,” Hyunjin chips in, handing Jisung two bags of hot dog buns before joining Minho in the kitchen.

Jeongin promptly plucks the bags out of his hands again. Heading for the backyard. “I’m going to start the grill. I don’t trust you at all,” he says simply. Jisung would argue if he had any counterpoints but he knows he’s right.

Minho and Hyunjin carry any toppings for the food out to the backyard, the group of boys all trailing behind.

Surrounded by his best friends, the summer sun beating down in his face, Jisung feels so alive. Minho presses a kiss to the back of his neck as he wraps his arms around the younger boy from behind. Jisung sighs happily, enjoying the feeling of existing surrounded by his favourite people.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you, Min.”

“Yeah, well, you’ll never have to think about that.”

#han #jisung #han jisung #minho #lee know #lee minho #stray kids #skz #stray kids fic #this part isnt angsty #but the whole fic is just #angst #mlm #not like the pyramid scheme tho #skzfic

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sugakookiescafe · 2 months ago

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Chapters: 50/? Fandom: Stray Kids (Band) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Stray Kids Ensemble/Stray Kids Ensemble, Han Jisung | Han/Reader, Hwang Hyunjin/Reader, Seo Changbin/Reader, Lee Felix (Stray Kids)/Reader, Yang Jeongin | I.N/Reader, Bang Chan (Stray Kids)/Reader, Kim Seungmin (Stray Kids)/Reader, Lee Minho | Lee Know/Reader, Stray Kids Ensemble/Reader Characters: Bang Chan (Stray Kids), Lee Felix (Stray Kids), Hwang Hyunjin, Lee Minho | Lee Know, Han Jisung | Han, Seo Changbin, Yang Jeongin | I.N, Kim Seungmin (Stray Kids), Reader Additional Tags: Angst, thigh riding, Kissing, Fingering, Overstimulation, Lovebites, Swearing, Name-Calling, degrading, Dry Humping, College, Degradation, Gods, Special Powers, Vaginal Sex, oral (f&m), injuries, virgin!reader, Teasing, Orgasms, Poly Relationship, Semi-Public Sex, Cunnilingus, Love, Loss of Virginity, Romance, Mystery, Supernatural Elements, Fluff, Smut, Fluff and Angst, Porn With Plot, Polyamory, Slow Burn, Slow Build, Daddy Kink, Size Difference, Size Kink Summary:

Pairing: Gods!OT8 x !F!Reader

Summary: With no memory of who you were, you wake up in the woods, only to be found by eight unusually handsome men. With no information about your past, the guys decide to take you in and take care of you for the time being. But that time becomes years, and as time passes, you start to notice that there is something different about them... and something different about you...

Fluff and porn with a lot of plot.

Wonderfully written, great rounded characters with fantastic personalities. If you love Stray Kids then you are going to love this. 5 stars.

#Sugakookies reads #skzfic #stray kids fanfic #ao3 #ao3fic #kpopfanfic

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breadswrite · 2 months ago

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BinChanSung Ice Skating

“Hyung! No! I swear, if you do this I will never speak to you again! Hyung! Hyung!!!”

Jisung’s shriek is ear-splitting, his arms windmilling through the air the second Changbin pushes him off. He slides on just a little, but then one of his legs comes up, slipping out from underneath him, and he windmills harder. Shrieks louder.

The thump is hard enough to expel the air from his lungs as Jisung’s body collides with his. Chan breathes out a laugh as he steadies the younger man’s body, setting him back on his two feet. Or well, on his two ice skates more accurately. Jisung’s shrieking comes to an end first, then the windmilling, but the second he’s taken a steadying breath, the sound increases again, albeit differently.

“Changbin hyung! I’m going to kill you! You’re so dead! When I catch you! I told you not to do that!”

The only response is laughter, Changbin cackling happily where he’s standing. He’s wrapped in a thick padded jacket, with a scarf and gloves, and looks almost like a bowling ball on legs. It’s utterly adorable, Chan can’t help but smile at the sight even as he’s still keeping Jisung steady with hands on his hips.

“You mean if you catch me, Jisungie?” Changbin taunts, all smug amusement because he knows Jisung’s not good at skating. Chan watches Jisung puff up with targetless frustration, his own padded jacket and gloves giving him less of a bowling ball vibe and more that of a child. This, too, is utterly adorable, really.

“Sung-ah,” Chan says, pushing forward and bumping into Jisung’s back once more. He wraps an arm around his middle, steadying him even as they’re both gliding further forward, closer towards Changbin. “Don’t be mad, it was a little funny.”

He turns his head, nuzzles Jisung’s cheek only to be given another little squeak and a pout because of the coldness of his nose. Yet as he presses a kiss to Jisung’s jaw, the boy melts against him, relaxing entirely.

“It’s not funny, I was scared,” Jisung whines, but he’s already trying to snuggle closer into Chan’s hold, unsteady on his skates as he is. The trust put in him is unfailing, and Chan’s heart warms significantly because of it. Changbin’s pushing off to slide closer to them as well, smiling warmly now as he reaches out his hands towards them already

“You were safe the entire time, Sungie,” Chan reassures their youngest. “I was right there waiting to catch you.” It earns him a little harrumph that speaks of reluctant acceptance, though Jisung still punches Changbin’s arm when he reaches them.

“Come here you little baby,” Changbin says, unimpressed, but it’s only because he knows Jisung’s anger has already dissipated. And indeed, when Changbin takes hold of Jisung’s face, he leans into the hold as easily as he always does. “Hyung wouldn’t do anything to put you in real danger, you know that.”

Jisung huffs, puffs, but in the face of the truth he can only relent. “It wasn’t funny,” he still mutters, petulant, but he’s already tilting his head up, wordlessly demanding recompense. Changbin easily gives in, leaning closer and pressing a brief kiss to the corner of his mouth.

Jisung doesn’t hesitate in fisting a gloved hand into Changbin’s padded jacket and pulling him closer, effectively squishing the three of them together. Over Jisung’s shoulder, Chan grins lightly at Changbin, reaching with his free hand to pull him closer as well.

“Hi,” he says, before pressing their lips together briefly. Changbin’s as pliant as he always is, melting into Chan’s touch and letting the kiss linger in a way he didn’t do with Jisung. Sometimes Jisung complains about it, the discrepancy, but the difference in treatment of the two of them also means Changbin dotes on Jisung a lot more in any other situation, so he never really forces the issue.

“Hello hyung.” It’s a soft spoken greeting after he’s pulled away, just before Changbin’s eyes reopen.

Having gone too long without the singular attention of either of them, Jisung decides to add: “I want a hot chocolate. As payment for the emotional suffering I was put through.”

It makes Chan chuckle, even as Changbin is already rolling his eyes. Yet when they turn to look at Jisung again, they’re both equally mellow with fondness.

“Alright baby,” Changbin says, but this time it’s an endearment rather than an accusation. “I’ll buy you a hot chocolate later. For now, we’ll help you skate around.” He takes one of Jisung’s hands, then, so Chan easily unwraps himself from around the youngest’s middle so he can take the other one.

Before long, Jisung is smiling brightly again as he glides across the ice between them. Though his grip on each of their hands is tighter than ever.

#skzfic #3racha #binchansung #drabble #ice skating #established rs

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dreaming-medium · 1 year ago

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Pssst, can I ask u🫵 something?

Do you have any rec for skzfic? Since you're a good writer so I think you a good taste in fics

Omg hey! You can absolutely ask me this, sorry it took so long for me to get around to! SO I read most (all) of my fics on Ao3! I'm still getting used to Tumblr lmao I can try to curate some Tumblr fics but that would take me a hot minute But here are some good ones I have bookmarked, I think most, if not all, are smutty 18+, but I'll tag them nontheless: Not gunna lie, 99% of the fics I read have smut just cause of what I like, so

Multi-chap fics:

Close Your Eyes (... And Count To Seven) by MysteryBird (18+) Ot8 x reader Word Count: 117,144 Mafia AU where the reader hooks up with each member of the gang. HIGHLY SMUTTY, has some extreme kinks in it. Definitely a Dead Dove Do Not Eat on the tags. But my god it is so well written and has plot, idk how it doesn't have more attention.

Stray Gods by DollyStuart (18+) Poly!Ot8 x reader Word Count: 171,475 (WIP, not finished) All of the members are gods of different powers and the reader is their guide throughout godhood. Has some good smut!

Tangled by ThisPeachIsDirty (18+) Poly!Ot8 x reader Word Count: 199,549 Reader is a tour photographer for the group and all of them use her to relieve... tension in various ways.

Instinct by fizzydrink698 (18+) Bang Chan x reader Word Count: 53,405 ABO where the reader is an alpha and Chan is the omega, it is definitely one of my fav SKZ ABO fics

Friends with Benefits by starrgaziingg (18+) Lee Know x reader Word Count: 67,847 "Lee Minho is a legacy at your university. He received an honorary award when he graduated, got a position as a dancer in a company a week after receiving his diploma...and was renowned as the schools famous ice-cold fuckboy." SO good

What You Deserve by 2chopsticks2eyes (18+) This is another author that I devour any of their work Lee Know x reader Word Count: 67,284 "You meet your best friend's group from college and find yourself spending more and more time with Minho. Sexual tension ensues." I think I re-read this fic 10 times already One Shots:

Strike the match, burn me down till I'm nothing by lemonhopia (18+) Kim Seungmin x reader Word Count: 5,290 enemies to lovers (sort of) Seungmin is reader's childhood best friend's brother who has been nothing but a thorn in her side since they were little. He's tasked with picking you up from the airport for your best friend's wedding.

conflict, conceal, confess by fizzydrink698 (18+) TBH anything by this author is AMAZING. I stalk their page so often. Lee Know x reader Word Count: 18,239 "minho and reader have been academic rivals for nearly a decade. now they have to put aside their differences, call a truce and finally admit they're ridiculously attracted to each other."

The Duke and I by lordseok (18+) Hwang Hyunjin x reader Word Count: 32,289 Bridgerton AU "Wishing to be a successful writer in the regency period seemed next to impossible for the sole daughter of a dead earl. With arising pressures from your mother to tie the knot, you turn to your dearest friend, Hwang Hyunjin, Duke of Hastings and the most eligible, scandalous bachelor of the season, for assistance. When he suggests the insane of idea of marrying each other to help each other, you agree to the proposal, unaware of how much the duke can teach you of the wonders of matrimony." I. Ate. This. UP. It is SO WELL WRITTEN.

#sunny recs

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tokkibbang00 · 2 years ago

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New K-Pop Tumblr User & Writer

Hi~ I'm tokkibbang but you can call me tokki or bun! I've been a fanfic writer (in general) for about 9-10 years now.

I usually post my stuff in wattpad but I often read fics from tumblr and ao3 too. Now I just want to try posting my stories here in tumblr too. I know there's a lot of good people out here where I can reach out for help too :) I'll probably mostly write and post bts, txt, and stray kids fics at the moment because I'm most comfortable with it, but I can try writing for other groups too :)

I'll post some of my stuff soon, but for now I wanted to say hi and maybe make new friends here!! If you read through everything, thank you so much!! I hope we can talk and have fun here!

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loveisonlyforthebrave8 · 5 months ago

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The self-indulgent Hyunchan 'Railway' fic that no one asked for. aka, Hyunjin has been in love with Chan the entire time- with an omegaverse twist. ao3

Hyunjin has been holding a flame of fierce desire for his alpha leader for as long as he can remember.

From the very beginning his omega took one whiff of Chan’s power and said ‘mine.’

But much to the utter horror and dismay of his omega, he never actually acts upon it.

+++

Sadly, being Chan’s omega while pursuing his dreams of becoming an idol is a pipe dream he can’t afford to indulge in. So he buries his deepest desires and takes it day by day.

Because as long as he has Chan’s gaze, he'll be able to debut with Chan, and their journey together can really begin.

When the day finally comes, and Chan choses him to be part of his group, Hyunjin’s heart soars.

He made it.

A Stray Kid at last, he tells himself as he cries into his pillow that night, exhaustion finally taking him.

Hyunjin loves being an idol, and he loves being a Stray Kid.

But his elation, sadly, doesn’t last long.

Being around Chan as often as he is becomes increasingly harder day after day. Some days are far worse than others. And the reminders get lost in a sea of dark, heavy waves that crash into the shore.

Sometimes his desires trickle over and make themselves known. And when Hyunjin cracks, it’s with pitiful desperation.

+++

So Chan’s annual rut is a major event that Hyunjin is forced to disappear for.

No one knows that Hyunjin’s wolf has laid claim on their leader. No one can know. So Hyunjin hides himself away and silently cries out for Chan every year.

Hyunjin smells him the moment he steps into their shared home.

His alpha, his leader, his mate.

Hyunjin needs to get to his alpha. Present himself for his alpha. Mate with his alpha.

“Jinnie?”

Changbin stands outside Chan’s room, a look of confusion and a hint of fear crosses his face as he tries to process Hyunjin’s presence. “What are you doing here?”

If it weren’t for Binnie’s quick reflexes and brick-shit house stance, Hyunjin might have gotten in, stripped himself bare and sat on Chan’s knot in seconds.

“He needs me, Bin.” Hyunjin wails, “Alpha needs me.” Tears stream down his face faster than he can wipe them away.

Binnie smiles kindly, brushing Hyunjin’s hair away from his eyes, “Channie-hyung will be fine after a few days.”

“NO!” Hyunjin snaps, pushing Changbin away, “Alpha needs me.” He growls.

“B-but I need him.” Hyunjin chokes out weakly, “He’s mine.”

A flurry of anxiety trickles across his chest as a litany of possessive mineminemine echoes round the room until all Jinnie can think to say is the truth.

Binnie grabs Hyunjin’s face and holds him up with both palms,“That’s just his rut talking, Jinnie. Your hormones are all over the place right now. It’s okay. You’re gonna be okay.”

Hyunjin forcibly shakes his head and laughs darkly. “You don’t get it, Binnie.”

“What’s there to get? Your omega saw our alpha leader in pain and wanted to help. It’s only natural to feel this way. It’s instinct.”

“I’m in love with him, Binnie.”

That shuts Changbin right up.

The silence is deafening, until Binnie’s breath hitches in his chest, like he’s forcing himself to hide his initial response.

“You’re-”

The fog in Hyunjin’s vision clears as he nods in an almost sedated relief as his confession lays bare before them. There’s no holding back now. May as well give Changbin the rest too.

“Jesus, Jinnie.” Changbin replies in utter shock, “Does Chan know?”

Hyunjin lets out a dark cackle that moulds quickly into a hiccup, “He can’t know. You can’t tell him.”

Changbin sighs quietly, nods in understanding, and opens his arms with a quiet ‘c’mere’ and catches Hyunjin as he falls carelessly into them.

“It’ll be okay, Jinnie. I'll protect you.”

+++

Hyunjin definitely doesn’t weep for a week straight about it.

And Changbin never utters a word.

He’s thankful for it.

Luckily Chan isn’t there to witness the way Hyunjin whines for him.

Hyunjin has had many lucky escapes over the years.

Yeah.

Hyunjin is all kinds of fucked up. Not even Binnie’s solid comfort can pull him out of this one unscathed.

At this rate Hyunjin is convinced nothing ever will.

But he takes it day by day.

+++

Witnessing forced glimpses of Chan's solo from its conception to the stage is a journey of much required patience, composure, and most importantly, restraint.

Hyunjin spends the rest of the night panting, moaning, sweating, and riding his newest dildo, begging his absent alpha for more, please.

+++

He leaves his room in such a rush to get to the venue that his very important, solitary white pill labelled with today’s date flings itself to the floor and rolls under the bed, not swallowed.

The music builds and swells, reaching its peak the moment Chan sits down, and his powerhouse vocals burst through with the melody:

“Tunnel vision, got my eyes on you.”

Hyunjin’s legs tremble.

“Trapped in every single line, and every move. ”

Sweat drips down the back of Hyunjin’s spine.

“Heart is racing day and night, for you.”

Hyunjin’s own heart mimics the lyrics, beat for beat, racing.

“Don’t hold back, enjoy the ride, let it loose.”

And by his alpha’s command, Hyunjin’s trembling limbs loosen and he sinks to the floor in a perfect kneel, waiting for his next command.

The sirens keep on screaming, that's a warning

We're staring at the ticket that says "one trip."

No turning back, hold tight onto the railings.

The lack of physical railings doesn’t stop Hyunjin’s arms from tucking behind his back to hold on tight.

It's only us but something's saying "more, please."

Hyunjin bites his lip, and as Chan falls forward, he arches his back and whimpers.

Yeah, this train never sleeps.

Brace yourself, take a seat.

Don't you care about the casualties, casualties,

'Cause it's safe when it's just you and me, you and me.

Baby, I feel our heartbeats,

Shaking, trembling,

Rough ride, hold on tight.

Yeah, this train never sleeps.”

Hyunjin’s brain supplies only two thoughts:

Him and Chan.

Omega and Alpha.

He settles back into submission and waits for Chan’s voice to wash over him once more.

Hyunjin has no mind of his own anymore, he’s completely driven by instinct, and his entire being is telling him to get to Chan.

Claim him, mark him, bite him. Make him yours.

Hyunjin is so enthralled by the way the sweat drips down each ridge of Chan’s perfect body that he barely hears the soft, breathless: “Jinnie, are you okay?” coming from his alpha’s lips.

But Hyunjin’s sick of waiting for the goddamn stars to align.

Chan responds beautifully, humming into his mouth, wrapping him in his perfect arms, pulling him tight against his slick body.

Hyunjin’s wolf purrs; happy, elated, content now that he’s finally being fed. He arches the moment his alpha’s hands move to his hair, to caress, to tug, to soothe.

It’s everything he’s dreamed of and more.

Acceptance.

Reciprocation.

Maybe not unrequited after all.

His alpha wants him back.

It feels like coming home.

If it weren’t for Chan’s arm around him he’d surely crumble.

Chaos, it seems, ensues far quicker than either one of them would have liked.

“Let me GO!” Hyunjin roars, as fury topples over all rationality.

Changbin chuckles sweetly, “I don’t think so, princess. You can’t just fuck and mate our leader mid-show, Jinnie. I know it’s been a rough couple of years for you, but this isn’t the way you want to do this, okay?”

“But I need him.”

Changbin hums against his ear in a tone that Hyunjin thinks is meant to be soothing, “I know you do, darling, but not like this.”

Hyunjin crumbles, sagging against Changbin and letting out the most heart wrenching cry.

+++

Hyunjin refuses to even acknowledge his best friend the entire journey home, pushing away any physical affections and scoffing at the attempts to soothe with fanciful words of comfort.

“Get out.” He says, as forcibly as he’s able to.

Changbin sighs. “I’m not leaving until you’ve made your nest, Jinnie. I know it’s been a while, but I know you still know how. Let me help.”

Hyunjin’s fury spits flames of acid through his teeth. He doesn’t want Changbin anywhere near his fucking nest. Not after what he’s done.

“Get. The Fuck. Out.”

Changbin holds firm. “No. Someone needs to help get you through this.”

Hyunjin falters. “You can smell me?”

Hyunjin’s breath hitches, his cramps kick him squarely in the gut, and his heart cracks at the implications.

“So, you’re telling me the only reason Chan responded to me the way he did is because he couldn’t help himself? Not because…he wanted me back?”

The sigh of defeat from Changbin and the silence that follows speaks volumes.

It fractures Hyunjin’s heart. He chokes out a dry sob that physically hurts when it reaches the surface.

“He’ll never love me back, will he?” His omega mourns.

Hyunjin’s perfectly crafted cover is officially in tatters. Life as he knows it is over. Jinnie’s fragile heart starts to shatter. But only one thought rattles in his head.

“I-I can’t lose him.”

Hyunjin hangs his head in defeat.

A hitched breath, a whiff of sandalwood and lime, and a soft but firm, “I’m not going anywhere, Hyunjin.” is all it takes to bring Hyunjin back to life.

His head whips across the room to find his beautiful, softly dimpled alpha leaning up against its frame.

Hyunjin immediately tries to move to him, but Binnie is much too quick, pushing Hyunjin behind him and halfway across the room standing between them before they’ve even managed to blink.

“You need to leave.” Changbin warns with a hint of a growl.

“Now.” Binnie warns, also stepping forward.

“I’m not leaving him, Bin. Please get out of my way.”

“I want him to break me.” Hyunjin yelps, stating the fucking obvious, like it hasn’t been exactly what he’s wanted from the very moment he laid eyes on Chan.

He can take it. Whatever Chan wants to give. Hyunjin’s body is ready. Made for it. Made for Chan.

Changbin laughs and turns back to Hyunjin, “ Cute, princess, but your emotions are way too horned up for your opinions to be considered consensual in this debate.”