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Alpha!Jeongin x gn!Omega!reader, suggestive, tensionnn, pre rut, Y/n is the 9th member of SKZ, I.N is still the makne tho, no actual smut just horny nonsense, mildly explicit, 1k, one shot

AN: stray kids is my current hyperfixation and innie is my bias wrecker--I feel like a lot of fics make his personality a little 'out of character' so i wanted to do my own take !

Harsh footfalls and electric whirring filled the work out room. Jeongin had come in after dinner, just before sunset, it was now pitch black. Seungmin had messaged him once, at around 11:30, asking if he was okay, the younger responded with a simple ‘yes, please don't worry,’ and continued his spiral. You see, Jeongin was an alpha, a very newly presented alpha, which may seem like a good thing–there were other alphas in the group who were more than happy to help and teach him–except for the fact that he wanted nothing to do with it. His whole life Jeongin had predicted he’d be a beta, normal, reliable, stable, not driven to insanity by other peoples smell. He wasn't repulsed by sex, he was young and had needs of his own, but those needs could be perfectly satisfied in the comfort and privacy of his own room in his own bed with his own hand.

So when the young alpha finally made his second “debut” and it seemed that all the other men around him suddenly needed to know everything about his sex life and interest and past, present, or future partners (of which there were none), he locked up and shut it all down.

After some personal research he’d learned what the signs and symptoms of a rut were, the whole thing seemed a bit ridiculous, if not temporarily, extremely debilitating. But, unfortunately, whether ridiculous or not, he was experiencing them, pre-rut shivers wracking his body and burning his skin. This could not be happening, not now… not to him.

Which lead him to this moment. Jeongin was now dripping sweat, his muscles tired, his heart burning, yet still he kept moving. He jumped from the weight rack, to bench press, to the row machine, and now the treadmill. Jeongin was practically vibrating with pent up energy, praying that a work out would redirect his mind and satisfy his body’s needs. His scent, so overpowered in the room that he’d gone nose blind, stuck to his clothes and hair and every piece of equipment he touched. But no one was bothering him, certainly not this late.

Then, as if the oncoming rut wasn’t enough, the gym door opened.

“Oh, I didn't realize you’d be in here,” Jeongin steeled himself at the sound of your voice, having to catch himself on the arm rests and slam the emergency stop button to prevent falling backward like an idiot. He didn't even respond, couldn't, you were just watching him dumbly, probably trying to hold in a cackle at his massive fumble.

“Ah–Y/n-hyung, you scared me, haha–” he tacked on a laugh to sound natural but it had the opposite effect. Jeongin gripped the treadmill handrails with the force of a thousand suns, willing himself to contain his scent and also not breathe in any of yours.

Most idols wore scent blockers, some companies were very open about the secondary gender of their idols, but others didn't want to face the possible criticism or assumptions that come with it. Stray Kids, however, had much more autonomy than most other idol groups, so their leader had decided it was up to each member how much they wanted to share. You were an omega, not the only one in the group, but you were in fact the only one standing in front of him. Sweatpants hanging low, hair pulled out of your face, and your upper body–the muscles of your arms and the skin of your stomach–on full display. Jeongin’s mind was howling, quite loudly, and the thought of breeding someone suddenly didn't seem so revolting.

Oh.

Oh dear.

Yeah, that wasn't a good thought to have.

“Uhm–I was just finishing up, I'll get out of here and give you some privacy," he rushed out, hopping off the machine and making a beeline for his phone and water bottle.

“Oh, Innie! It’s good I caught you here, I was actually hoping you could spot me. Just for a second, please? I would have asked Changbin, but he’s been holed up in Channie's room working on something,” the pout on your face was diabolical and the earnestness in your voice made Jeongin want to strangle himself. How could he say no to you? Had you always been this cute? This endearing? And you smelled good too, despite the scent blockers. Did he smell good to you? He stumbled out an incoherent sound, mumbled–almost whiney–hums. This was not the right reaction, apparently, because you perked up and ran to set your stuff down. Shit, what did he just agree to?

-

This was it, this was the end. Here lies Yang Jeongin, age 24. He was a talented musician and a wonderful friend, so good of a friend that it ended up being his downfall. Cause of death, barbell squats. Yes, because now Jeongin had his arms on either side of you, the scent of your hair filling his nose, the space between your ass and his crotch at a respectful distance. So why could his brain not tell the difference between spotting a friend–a coworker, someone he admired and cared for—and hunting down the last deer before a long winter for his starving family?! Jeongin was hungry, he felt starving, his mouth was dry and his vision became blurry. He was glad you couldn't see his face, the redness and wide unblinking eyes.

Don’t touch don’t touch don’t touch don’t touch don’t touch don’t touch don't touch don’t touch don’t touch don’t touch don’t touch don’t touch don’t touch don’t touch don’t touch don’t touch don’t touch

His hands held onto your waist instinctively.

“One more–” he didn't even register his own words as you did another squat, achingly slow, agonizingly close, grunting against the weight. He watched you move forward, set the weight back on the rack and place your hands on your hips. Had your hips always been that grabable? And your scent, he fought the urge to move closer. He was in pain, hurting in a way Jeongin had never before. He had to leave right now. This was dangerous… his rut was coming on, if not already here, and the new alpha had a problem that was growing bigger by the millisecond.

“Your form looks great, are you sure you need me?” please say no, please say yes, please let me stay and smell you and touch you–no no no–

“Ah,” a sound of contemplation, to acknowledge what he’d said, yet it was close enough to a moan, and Jeongin debated hanging himself with a resistance band, “I’m sorry for keeping you so late Innie–” call me that again, he wanted to scream, call me that and so many other things, “I think that’s enough for this machine, thank you, I can do the rest on my own,” and your smile made him wonder if you were stupid, because there was no way you could have looked him in the eyes—walked into this room—and not known what was happening. Jeongin stayed rooted in place, he needed to leave now, right now. You’ve released him from your grasp, your body no longer pressing–

“You’ve gotten so strong, I should have you help more often,” a hand, smaller—his could reach so much farther–STOP—your palm rested on his stomach, casually on his abs, your voice sweet. His dick twitched, he shut his mouth for fear of saliva dripping out. A purr settled in his throat, his hips jumped.

“Y/n–hyung–” his skin burned, heart pulsing in his fingertips, the purr threatening to turn into a snarl. You kept that expression, that curious, simple, expression, one of your fingers trembled and the shockwave caused a category five hurricane. Jeongin ran out of the gym, breathing heavily, growling under his breath like an actual animal. Racing down the stairs and damn near falling on his face, he rushed through the building.

Once in an elevator—the closest private place with a door–he slammed whatever button was farthest from the floor he was on. Jeongin whined, mouth open and eyes shut, palming himself over his pants. He came twice in a two minute elevator ride. When he finally got to his room, kicking the door shut, he was breathing in short, strained gasps, tugging off his pants, throwing whatever obstructed his path out of the way, books, clothes, a laptop, he barely made it to his bed before he had cum for a third time. Hips bucking wildly, Jeongin grunted and growled into his pillow, the craving to breed breed breed like a mantra in his temples.

Next time, he wasn't going to leave, next time he would do it properly, and ruin even the thought of another alpha for you.

・・・・・

thank you to the lovely @silkysoftie for being my omega reader

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