Stray Kids Oneshots • SKZ

★ taking charge - smut

Warning: OMEGAVERSE!au😦😦😦😦, sub alpha!jisung x dom alpha!reader, they're basically enemies😈, yes there are omegaverse roles but there is no wolf au alongside it, praise🫠, degradation, hair-pulling, whining and whimpering, bdsm??, unprotected wahoohoo (keep it neat, wrap your meat‼️), power roles/dynamics, begging🧎‍♀️, slick play😦, desperation, overstimulation, multiple orgasms💦, marking/biting (non-bonding), secrecy kink🙊, bonding, rut phase, HEAVY HUMILIATION, enemy packs, petnames🤭, dacryphilia (hehehehe), kissing, jerk-off🫢.

Requested by MystrATEgy98

This was experimental for me as I've never written anything including the omegaverse or anything like that so pls leave some feedback bc it's my first time with this stuff😭

Word count: 4,305😛

❃゜・。. ・°゜✼ ゜°・ . 。・゜❃

you never expected to be in this position. you never thought you'd see him like this.

the great almighty han jisung — alpha among the most feared of gangs named stray kids — tatted, broad-shouldered, muscly, honey-skinned, low-voiced, dangerous, and intimidating.

at your manor. on his knees. in a rut so hard it physically pained him. sweating through his elegant dark button-up and pants, writhing, whining, begging.

and damn rock hard, nearly bursting through his perfectly ironed slacks.

you weren't supposed to see him like this, was the truth. the two of you should not have even been interacting. you were of different clans — alpha females versus alpha males. despite what many may think, that they would get along due to shared roles, the reality was far from that.

it was a constant war between your gangs. a never ending battle of the strongest, scariest, most dominant, the most violent, the most dangerous.

yet there he was, kneeling and needy before you. he didn't say a word, and he didn't have to. what he wanted was obvious.

release.

he didn't just want it — he needed it, craved it, and badly. his core ached with arousal, his mind spun with the internal clash of deeply craved for 'lust', and standing his ground on your forged adversary, and his senses were overwhelmed by your presence and scent. God, your scent.

"so," you began, your stern tone hiding back the excitement this whole ordeal brought upon you, "you gonna say something?"

jisung scoffed, "you know what i need, [name]."

you held his chin between your fingers in a tight grip, angling your face down closer to his. jisung had never been this sensitive, but ever since he ran out of his meds, every little touch seemed to affect him. especially during his ruts.

"care for me to remind you who's in charge and who's on their knees, sweetheart?" you tilted your head, gaze so sharp it almost cut through his façade. your lips curled in amusement, and your brow cocked in a way that almost always made him feel like his title meant nothing to you.

he wanted to let himself let go — to whine, whimper, cry, and beg for you to touch him. or even to pin you down and fuck you senseless — but he held onto the pieces of his crumbling pride.