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[mazeinthemiroh]

Hi!! I was hoping you could do skz getting protective over their SO. Thank you!!

stray kids getting protective over their s/o

genre: general, romance

word count: 0.8k

warnings: not proofread

pls like and reblog if you enjoy <3

bangchan

heh... we see how protective he is with the other members. that whole moving speech in one of their concerts about promising to protect them, his fans, the staff, etc... and the pure emotion behind those words; you can tell he meant every single word. chan is protective by nature. it is a quality quite clearly blended in his dna strands. so it goes without say that he will be very protective over his s/o, very protective indeed. no one has a chance ag hruting or upsetting you when he's around.

lee know

you knew minho was protective before you even started dating. you liked that about him; it showed he worried for you a lot more than he cared to let on. because we all know minho doesn't let on what he is thinking too easily. but you knew. you always knew. and now that you guys are dating, you can see his protectiveness take a knew light. he won't let you walk home and night, for one thing. "no, i'll come and get you." "but i'm right across town." "shut up, i'm on my way now." because he just loves you. and if your walking through town with him at night, he always has an arm wrapped around you whenever he can.

changbin

i feel like he's more subtle with his protectiveness. like he is protective for sure but in his own way. because of his quite chill, laid-back personality, his protectiveness doesn't come across as passionately or strongly as the others. he will do thinks like hold your drink at the club for you or keep an eye out to make sure a person you dislike isn't near you. and he will whisper to you if you are uncomfortable or want to leave. stuff like that he's good at. he's great in situations where you don't want to make too much of a fuss.

hyunjin

he doesn't see himself as the protective type. but the truth is, hyunjin is quietly protective. despite his usual dramatic flare, in social situations he's more calm and to himself. but he makes sure he has a watchful eye on you without even realising it. especially if you are someone who is not as confident around people or find it hard to turn down advances towards you. he's there if you need him. will have a protective arm around your waist or arm, keeping you close to him and providing you with all the support you need.

han

hahahaaaa han is very interesting with regards to this topic. he doens't reallyyy get protective unless he's super jealous of someone. then he is quite keen to intercept in his own jisungie way. he will usually do his classic, go-to move of sliding an arm around your shoulder or a hand on your waist, pulling you closer to him as he grins and introduces himself to the person who was quite clearly flirting with you not moments ago. yeah, no one gets to his baby.

felix

felix may not seem like the protective type at first glance, but he is, trust me. he always stands up for you and protects you in social aspects. for instance, if your name is ever mentioned in a negative way, he is quick to counteract that person. he also makes sure to protect you emotionally, looking out for your feelings and making sure your emotional needs are being met. it's what makes him the sweetest guy out there; he supports you no matter what.

seungmin

he's always got your back. and what's better is that he can read you like a book. just one look from you and he knows exactly what you're saying; it's as if he is reading your thoughts. when you want to escape a party, he can see it in your eyes, and immediately come up with an excuse to leave, taking you by the arm and walking out with you. when someone is making you uncomfortable, he sees the shift in your eyes, and his jaw automatically clenched as he steps in straight away.

jeongin

not as protective as the others. or at least, has what he thinks. but it's his instincts that suggest otherwise. suddenly he's pulling you over to the other side of the path so you're not near the road. or he's taking off his coat and shielding you from torrential rain when you forget to bring a coat yourself. little things like that you notice. but he questions if he's being protective at all. no, to him, this is just what being a good boyfriend is all about.

[blueberry3241]

Can i req skz reaction to you smiling/ giggling saying their name in your sleep. Idk why but it sounds super cute🥺

I am loving your work look forward to reading more💕

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Aww thank you so much I appreciate this, I hope you enjoy the reaction and I'm sorry، I'm late..... 🥲💔

★彡 Stray kids reaction to you smiling/ giggling saying their name in your sleep

↷ Pairing : stray kids x reader ↷ Genre : Fluff, romance, comedy ↷ word count : 2,000–2,500 words

↳ Disclaimer : This is an original work of fiction. All characters, settings, and story elements are my own creation. Any resemblance to real people, places, or events is purely coincidental. Please do not reproduce, distribute, or adapt this work without my explicit permission.

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↝Bang Chan

Chan had been up late in his studio again, typing away at his laptop while you napped on the couch beside him. Every now and then, he would glance over to check on you, making sure you were comfortable.

Then, just as he reached for his water bottle, he heard it.

"Chan…"

His head snapped toward you, eyebrows raising in surprise. Your lips curled into a sleepy, content smile, a soft giggle slipping out.

His heart melted on the spot.

He leaned in slightly, resting his chin on his hand as he watched you with an affectionate gaze.

"What are you dreaming about, hmm?" he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

You shifted slightly but remained asleep, your smile still present.

Chan let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head. "You’re too cute for your own good."

That night, he worked with a permanent smile on his face, feeling like the luckiest man alive.

↝Lee Know

Minho was lying in bed beside you, scrolling through his phone when he suddenly heard his name slip from your lips.

"Minho…" You let out a sleepy giggle.

He blinked. Slowly, a smug smirk formed on his face.

"Oh? What’s this?" he whispered to himself.

Turning onto his side, he propped his head up on his hand, watching you with amused eyes. "You’re dreaming about me, huh?"

He poked your cheek lightly. "I bet I look amazing in your dream, don’t I?"

When you giggled again, his smirk faltered just slightly. His ears turned pink, but he quickly shook it off.

"You better tell me all about it when you wake up," he said, mostly to himself, before rolling onto his back with a satisfied smile.

The teasing would be relentless in the morning.

↝Changbin

Changbin had fallen asleep beside you on the couch after a long day. But when he stirred awake in the middle of the night, he heard you mumble something.

"Changbin…" A soft giggle followed.

His groggy brain took a moment to register it. Then—

Wait. What?!

His eyes flew open, and he sat up so fast he nearly fell off the couch.

"Did you just…?" He looked at you, wide-eyed.

When you smiled in your sleep again, completely unaware, he clutched his chest dramatically.

"Aish, this is bad for my heart!" he whispered, kicking his feet in excitement.

Resisting the urge to wake you up and ask about it, he instead pulled you closer and grinned into your hair.

"You’re not gonna hear the end of this," he murmured.

↝Hyunjin

Hyunjin had been sketching at the desk while you slept peacefully on the bed. The room was quiet except for the sound of his pencil against the paper.

Then he heard it.

"Hyunjin…"

He froze mid-stroke.

Slowly, he turned toward you, eyes wide. When you let out a soft giggle, his face turned bright red.

"Oh my God," he whispered, covering his mouth.

His heart was racing, his hands suddenly clammy. Did you seriously just say his name in your sleep?

He swallowed, running a hand through his hair as he bit his lip, trying to calm himself down. But it was no use—his heart was officially gone.

With a bashful chuckle, he walked over and tucked the blanket around you better, staring at your peaceful face.

"You’re gonna make me crazy," he muttered, smiling to himself.

↝Han

Han had been half-asleep himself when he heard you giggle.

"Jisung…"

His eyes shot open. His brain short-circuited.

"H-Huh?" he stammered, his heart doing backflips.

He turned his head slowly, watching your sleeping face in disbelief. When you giggled again, he slapped a hand over his mouth.

Nope. He was not surviving this.

His face burned as he rolled onto his stomach, burying his face in the pillow. "This is too cute—!" he whisper-yelled to himself.

After a solid minute of internally screaming, he peeked at you again and sighed dramatically.

"You’re lucky you’re adorable," he muttered before throwing the blanket over his head, unable to handle his emotions.

↝Felix

Felix had been playing a game on his phone while you snuggled into his chest, fast asleep. He was about to finish his round when he heard it.

"Lixie…"

His entire body froze.

His brain stopped working.

He blinked rapidly, processing what he just heard. "Did you just—?"

You giggled softly, snuggling even closer.

Felix let out the quietest squeak known to mankind.

His hands covered his face as he kicked his legs slightly, heart racing out of control. "I’m going to cry," he whispered dramatically.

Carefully, he wrapped his arms around you even tighter, his heart practically bursting.

"You’re the cutest thing ever," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

↝Seungmin

Seungmin had been lying beside you, flipping through a book, when he heard his name escape your lips.

"Seungmin…"

He paused mid-page.

His eyes flickered toward you, watching as you smiled in your sleep. His heartbeat stuttered.

After a moment, he let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head. "Really?"

Closing his book, he turned onto his side, watching you with a small, fond smirk. "You must be having a great dream."

His teasing nature wanted to wake you up and mess with you, but instead, he just poked your nose lightly.

"You better not deny it when you wake up," he murmured, before pulling the blanket up over your shoulders with a tiny smile.

↝Jeongin

Jeongin had been dozing off when he heard a soft giggle from you. He rubbed his eyes sleepily, but then—

"Innie…"

His entire soul left his body.

His eyes widened, and he turned bright red. "Wh—what?!"

He covered his face, feeling his ears burn. Did he hear that right?

Slowly, he peeked at you, watching your sleeping expression. His heart swelled.

Despite his flustered state, he let out a quiet chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. "Aish, you’re too cute…"

Hesitantly, he reached for your hand, lacing his fingers with yours.

"Sleep well," he whispered, smiling to himself.

[a-soft-hornytiny]

Reaction: Asking for cuddles after a bad day.

Requested by @multidreams-and-desires

Genre: Fluff (hurt/comfort)

Pairing: Ateez x neutral!reader

Warnings: bit of crying?

Notes: Thanks for the request hehe I hope this gives everyone comfort that is struggling with a bad day atm.

Taglist: under the cut (let me know if you wanna be added)

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Hongjoong:

The door locked behind you as you entered the dark living room. “Hello?” You asked into the room, only greeted by silence. You sighed. You wanted nothing more than sleep. But when you entered your room, you found something you wanted more. Hongjoong was sitting on his bed, laptop on his lap and headphones on. The reason why he didn’t hear you come in. Tears swelled in your eyes as you saw him. You didn’t even know why but seeing him was a big relief. As soon as he saw you, he closed his laptop and took off his headphones. “You’re back!” He said excitedly. You let out a deep breath before you opened your arms. You didn’t even have to say something for him to put his equipment on the ground and pull you onto him. “Do you want to talk about it?” And that’s why you loved him.

Seonghwa:

It was 6am when you came home from your nightshift. And it was a horrible one. You didn’t expect anyone to be awake at that time but you were wrong. It was your first nightshift in ages and Seonghwa had decided to be up when you come so he could make sure you were fine. And that was definitely the correct decision because as soon as you entered the apartment, you collapsed onto the ground. Your head buried in your hands, you heard footsteps approaching. Seonghwa squatted down in front of you, gently patting your head. “That bad?” You nodded. “Cuddles?” You nodded again. And without any hesitation he embraced you into his arms. As soon as you felt his warmth against your body you couldn’t stop yourself from crying. “Thank you so much..” You cried against his shoulder, you didn’t deserve him. “What to thank for? Caring about my favourite person?” 

Yunho:

“Are you alright?” That question hit you hard. You had just come home from a bad day and immediately fell face first into your bed. Yunho was sitting at his desk, playing some video game. He was really concentrated so he didn’t look at you when you walked in. But by the way you walked, he noticed that something was off. And with you not answering he decided to abandon his game and turn around only to find you laying down on your bed face down. He giggled and stood up. “Can you cuddle me?” You murmured into the mattress. Without any effort, Yunho picked you up from the bed and wrapped his arms around you. Like a baby, you wrapped your arms and legs around him as he started carrying you to the living room. “It insults me that you have to ask.“ 

Yeosang:

No one was home when you sat down on the couch, completely defeated. God your day was awful. You were slouching into the cushions when you heard the front door open. “Yeosangie?” You called into the room, not willing to move one bit. With a curious “mhm?” Yeosang’s head popped around the corner. His hair was sticking to his forehead and sweat was rolling down his neck, making it obvious that he had just come back from the gym. “I need cuddles.” You stated as he walked into the room after taking off his shoes. “Are you sure about that?” He asked, gesturing to his sweat drenched clothes. You pouted. He giggled. He immediately lightend up your mood. “Take it off.” You responded, wiggling your eyebrows. Yeosang blushed instantly. “I’m taking a quick shower and you can smother me to death after.” He said, disappearing in the bathroom. You hadn’t even received your cuddles yet but you already felt better. 

San:

“Y/n!” You heard footsteps rumble as soon as you opened the door. You took a deep breath. You were finally home and the sound of San’s voice made you feel like you were not only physically but also emotionally home. San stopped as he slid around the corner on his socks. “It’s so late where have you been!” He complained sulkingly. You tiredly smiled at him. “I’m sorry Sannie.” You answered while sloppily kicking off your shoes. You didn’t look at him for one second and he was already clinging onto you. You laughed. “Sannie, I need to take off my jacket.” He let go of you with a big pout on his face and as soon as you were done he looked at you with those big sulky sparkly eyes. “Cuddles?” You asked, not realizing how much you actually needed them yourself. San nodded enthusiastically and pulled you into the living room. Everything happened so fast that you were buried under a blanket and San before you even knew it. And suddenly tears ran down your cheeks. 

Mingi:

Mingi was chilling on the living room couch watching anime when you sat down next to him. You were exhausted and wanted his attention but you were too shy to ask directly, so you just let out a big sigh in hopes of him noticing. He didn’t. You watched him from the side. His eyes were completely focused on the screen in front of him. You scooched a bit closer to him, putting your head on his shoulder. Still no reaction. Then you threw your legs over his, now partly laying on top of him. “Can I help you?” Mingi finally asked, making you pout. “I want cuddles.” You whined, causing him to pause his anime. You expected him to be annoyed but it was the opposite. Mingi didn’t even answer, he just pulled you onto him completely, your head now resting. His arms were wrapped around you as he gave you a kiss on the head. “You need to talk to me if you want something Y/n.” He scolded gently and clicked play again. You immediately raised your head to look at him pouting. “What?” He laughed. “I can watch anime and love you at the same time.” 

Wooyoung:

“I’m in the kitchen!” Wooyoung called out as he heard the click of the door. But you didn’t answer. You usually did. That’s why he was confused. You were getting out of your outdoor clothes and dragged yourself into the kitchen. “Hello honey, how was your day?” He asked, mixing some ingredients on the counter while facing you with his back. You didn’t answer again. And that was when he put away what he was doing and turned around to check on you. And there you were, your face on the kitchen table, your arms slouching down. “Oh baby, is everything okay?” You shook your head. “Bad Day?" You nodded. Wooyoung sighed, walking closer to you, giving you some back pats. “I know you’re cooking but can we cuddle for a bit?” Your voice was shaking. “Absolutely.” He answered as you felt his arms wrap around your waist from behind.

Jongho:

He just knew. He had a feeling that something was wrong the whole day and that feeling was confirmed when you stood in the entrance, completely drenched in rain. But Jongho was prepared. He had made hot chocolate, prepared the couch, put on your favorite tv show and didn’t hesitate to grab towels as soon as he realized it was raining. So when you arrived, he immediately dried you off, helped you out of your clothes, led you to the sofa and put the warm cup into your hands. You wanted to react and thank him but no words were leaving your mouth. Jongho wrapped you in blankets before pressing play. You loved him so much for what he was doing but you didn’t need it. All you needed was cuddles. “Jongho?” You whispered into your cup and you immediately had his full attention. “Yes? What’s wrong?” He was obviously worried. “Can we just cuddle?” You were shy to ask but there was no reason for it. Because even though he didn’t like skinship that much, he would do everything to make you feel better. And it was you, so you didn’t need to say another word before he took the hot chocolate out of your hand and wrapped his body around you.

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[woozinhos]

Woozinhos welcome back celebration

hello my beloved followers hehe I have some great news that I will be active for around 2 week!! I know I’ve finally found time to write! So best believe I’m going crazy

So for this celebration I will be writing for the following groups

Ateez

Txt

Seventeen

Enhypen

I will be excepting all types of smuts don’t hesitate to ask (ofc within reason) I am happy to do short or long stories, multiple members, you can ask me questions about what I think about a particular member but yea send me whatever MOLLIES BACK

I have lots of seventeen requests so would love to see some txt or Ateez!! <33

You’ll be hearing some fics from me soon 🤭🤭🤭

[shyoko]

They are caught in an intimate moment. ☆

This writing is my own; no copies, adaptations, or translations are allowed. I hope you like it. (English is not my first language.) 

 Requests are: open

I want to thank you all for all the support you’re giving to the reactions ♡♡♡

☆ Contains adult content. !!

Heeseung☆

You never imagined that baking cookies could turn into such a heated make-out session.

Maybe it was the long wait while the oven did its job, or perhaps it was Heeseung’s lingering touches on your skin—light, teasing, yet electrifying. Whatever the reason, the result was undeniable: you were trapped in his arms, your back pressed against the cool kitchen counter as his lips moved hungrily against yours.

Heeseung lifted you effortlessly, settling you onto the counter as his hands wandered freely over your body. A shaky breath escaped your lips when his fingers found the hem of your shirt, and in the blink of an eye, it was discarded onto the floor. His mouth trailed eagerly down your skin, leaving a burning path in its wake.

But the moment shattered in an instant.

—Oh, for God’s sake! Really? Is there nowhere else in this house?! —Jay’s exasperated voice cut through the air, freezing you in place.

Heeseung tensed immediately, his wide eyes locking onto yours in a mix of shock and panic. In a clumsy rush, he grabbed your shirt and helped you cover yourself, his voice caught between an apology and a weak defense.

—How was I supposed to know you were here?

Jay let out an exaggerated sigh, crossing his arms with pure frustration while you struggled to catch your breath and regain your composure.

Damn cookies.

Jay☆

You had decided to stop by the studio to visit the guys, and there you found Jay completely immersed in his guitar practice, rehearsing for his upcoming covers.

You knocked softly on the door, and after a few seconds, a visibly exhausted Jay opened it. His tired eyes and slightly tousled hair only made him look even more attractive.

—Did you not sleep well? —you asked with a hint of concern.

Jay gave you a small, lazy smile, his deep, husky voice filling the space between you.

—Not really… Think you could help wake me up a little? —his tone was sweet, but there was something undeniably mischievous in his gaze.

And just like that, within minutes, you were straddling his lap, feeling him buried deep inside you. According to him, this helped him relax and focus better—but the truth was, every time he shifted, whether to adjust his position or reach for something on the table, the friction sent waves of pleasure through your body, making it harder and harder to stay still.

The heat pooling inside you became unbearable, and after minutes of this slow, torturous game, you couldn’t take it anymore.

—Jay… stop moving, or I swear I’ll start bouncing on you —you warned, your voice shaky with frustration and desire.

He let out a low chuckle, his fingers tightening around your waist.

—Oh, sweetheart… don’t even try. I need to concentrate.

But if he wanted to play, so would you.

Without hesitation, you began moving against him, challenging him. His breathing turned ragged almost instantly, and though he tried to hold you still, the pleasure was too much—forcing small, breathy moans past his lips, mixing with your own.

Everything was going perfectly… until it all went to hell.

—Hey, Jay, could you help me wi—…?

Jungwon’s voice cut off abruptly. His eyes widened in shock, his entire body freezing at the sight in front of him.

You went completely still, your heart hammering in your chest as Jay tensed beneath you. The silence that followed was so thick it was suffocating.

Jay was the first to react, his voice coming out harsher than he intended.

—Jungwon… get out. Now.

The younger boy blinked rapidly, clearly in disbelief, before turning on his heel and stumbling out of the room as fast as he could.

Jay let out a long, frustrated sigh before lifting you off him effortlessly and settling you onto his chair. Leaning in close, his lips brushed against your ear, his voice dropping to a dangerously low whisper.

—I'll deal with you later… Don’t think for a second that I’ll forget how naughty you’ve been.

And with that, he walked out after Jungwon, as if nothing had happened.

But you both knew this wasn’t over.

Jake☆

What started as a quiet movie night ended with Jake pressing you down onto the mattress, his body hovering over yours as his hands slowly explored every curve of your back.

—Are you going to be good for me, baby? —he whispered against your ear, his deep voice vibrating through your skin—. Are you going to let me make you mine?

His lips trailed down your bare back, leaving warm, open-mouthed kisses as his hands settled firmly on your waist. His touch was slow but sure, and just as he finally filled you completely, the sudden sound of a phone ringing shattered the atmosphere.

Jake let his head fall against your shoulder, letting out a low groan of frustration before reaching for the device. Without pulling away from you, he quickly silenced the call and tossed the phone onto the mattress.

—They couldn’t have picked a worse time… —he muttered with a smirk before refocusing on you.

He pulled you closer, pressing your back against his chest as he resumed his movements. His lips found your neck, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

But then the phone rang again.

Jake tensed for a moment before letting out an annoyed sigh.

—Give me a second… —he murmured irritably.

Still holding onto you, he grabbed the phone and accepted the call. Before speaking, he leaned down, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered in a teasing tone:

—Be quiet for me, okay, pretty girl?

You nodded quickly, biting your lip to suppress any sound.

—Ni-ki? —he answered, his voice still rough.

He tried to focus on the conversation, but right then, his hips moved involuntarily, and the pleasure that coursed through your body was too much to suppress. A muffled moan escaped your lips before you could stop it, forcing you to slap a hand over your mouth.

Too late.

—What the fuck, Jake?! —Niki’s voice rang out, clearly horrified—. Don’t tell me you’re fucking your girlfriend while talking to me! That’s fucking disgusting, dude!

Jake let out a deep chuckle, still holding you firmly against him.

—I'll call you later —he said casually, hanging up without a second thought.

He tossed the phone aside, his hands immediately returning to you, roaming your body possessively before leaning down to kiss your neck again.

—Now… where were we?

The suggestive tone in his voice and the way his fingers tightened around you made it clear—he had no intention of letting you go anytime soon.

Sunghoon☆

You had made plans to have lunch with Sunghoon, Jake, and Jay at a restaurant near the company after they finished their rehearsal. Everything seemed normal as you walked to the place, joking and chatting about random things.

Once seated, each of you ordered your food, and the conversation flowed naturally while you waited. But then, out of nowhere, you felt a warm hand rest on your knee.

Your body tensed immediately. You turned your head toward Sunghoon, giving him a warning look, but he remained as nonchalant as ever, carrying on with the conversation as if nothing was happening. His fingers started moving slowly, tracing light circles on your skin.

You tried to ignore him, forcing yourself to focus on the conversation, but the heat from his palm was impossible to disregard. And just when you thought he might stop, his hand began creeping higher, sliding up your thigh at an agonizingly slow pace.

A shiver ran down your spine. Your breathing grew heavier as his fingers grazed the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, so dangerously close to your underwear that every little touch made you hold your breath.

Discreetly, you caught his wrist in an attempt to stop him, but Sunghoon only pressed further, his fingers slipping between your legs with excruciating slowness.

The first direct touch had you biting your lips to keep quiet.

His caresses were soft but torturous, teasing you mercilessly as you struggled to keep a straight face in front of the others.

Just then, the food arrived. You sighed in relief, thinking that he would finally stop, but you were wrong. His hand didn’t move away—if anything, his touch became even more persistent.

You felt his fingers toying with the thin fabric of your underwear before effortlessly slipping beneath it.

Your back arched slightly, and on instinct, you gripped his wrist more firmly, silently begging him to stop. But Sunghoon only smirked in satisfaction, clearly enjoying the way your body reacted to him without anyone noticing.

Small, restrained gasps caught in your throat, and when your thighs tried to clamp shut, he simply nudged them apart again, his fingers growing bolder in their exploration.

And then, out of nowhere, a sudden jolt brought everything to a halt.

Sunghoon stiffened instantly, pulling his hand away in an instant. He frowned and looked up to see who had interrupted him.

Jake.

The blond was staring at him, his expression neutral, but his slightly furrowed brows made his disapproval clear. Sunghoon shifted uncomfortably in his seat, cleared his throat, and without saying a word, picked up his chopsticks and started eating as if nothing had happened.

You did the same, though your heart was still pounding, and the heat in your cheeks was impossible to hide.

Jay, completely oblivious to the situation, narrowed his eyes at the two of you.

—What the hell is up with you two? —he asked suspiciously.

No one answered. Sunghoon focused on his food, you avoided eye contact, and Jake smirked slightly, clearly satisfied with his intervention.

Jay let out a sigh, still confused.

Sunoo☆

For Sunoo, getting caught in the act was all part of the plan.

He had spent weeks listening to the guys tease him about how sweet and innocent he was, how unlikely it was for him to be with a girl. At first, he laughed it off, but over time, it started to wear on him. Did they really think he wasn’t capable of making someone feel good?

It was time to prove them wrong. And who better to help him do that than you—his best friend?

No words were needed. Just a single moment of tension, a look filled with intent, and the briefest touch before his lips crashed onto yours in a hungry, heated kiss—like you had both been waiting for this moment all along.

Before you could even process it, you were lying on the couch in the living room, Sunoo hovering over you, his body pressing against yours with the perfect mix of softness and urgency. He knew the guys would be back any minute, but rather than worry, the thought only seemed to excite him more.

His lips trailed down to your neck, leaving warm, open-mouthed kisses as his hands roamed freely.

—God… you’re so perfect —he murmured against your lips, his voice husky with desire.

One of his hands slid up to cup your breast gently, while the other trailed lower, fingertips tracing along your stomach before slipping between your thighs. With practiced ease, he found the hem of your underwear and, without breaking his rhythm, slid it down your legs before stuffing it into the pocket of his pants with a smug smile.

The first touch of his fingers against your bare skin made you arch your back. He moved with such confidence, such precision, that you couldn’t hold back a breathy sigh. Sunoo seemed to revel in your every reaction, his lips grazing your skin, leaving faint marks as he went.

And just as the tension reached its peak…

The door swung open.

The sudden sound snapped both of you out of the moment. Your heads turned simultaneously toward the entrance, where the guys stood frozen in place, eyes wide with shock, their faces a mixture of confusion and disbelief.

The room fell into complete silence.

But Sunoo didn’t even flinch.

With the utmost composure, he stood up without letting go of you and effortlessly scooped you into his arms. Turning to the stunned group, he flashed a radiant smile, clearly enjoying the effect his little stunt had caused.

—Oh wow, guys… didn’t expect you back so soon —he said, his tone laced with amusement—. Don’t worry, we’ll make sure to lock the door this time.

He shot them a playful wink before chuckling softly and carrying you off to his room, leaving them standing in stunned silence in the middle of the living room.

Mission accomplished.

Jungwon☆

The boys were just about to go on stage, each of them finishing up their preparations before the big moment. The backstage was pure chaos—stylists rushing back and forth, crew members making last-minute adjustments, and the deafening sound of the audience filling the air.

Amidst all the commotion, Jungwon suddenly appeared out of nowhere, grabbing your wrist and quickly pulling you into the dressing room. The door clicked shut behind him, and before you could even ask what was going on, his body was already pressing yours against the wall.

—Baby, I need you… —his voice was low and breathless, his eyes burning with desire.

You looked at him in confusion until your gaze dropped down—and suddenly, you understood.

—Wonnie… you have to be on stage in seven minutes —you whispered, trying to ignore the sudden heat pooling in your stomach.

He gave you a half-smirk, his fingers trailing softly down your waist.

—That’s exactly how long I need for you to help me with this —he murmured, leaning in just enough for his lips to brush against yours.

A shiver ran down your spine. You knew you shouldn’t be doing this here—not with so many people outside, not with so little time—but the way his body reacted to yours, the desperation in his eyes, the slight tremble in his breath… you couldn’t resist.

You dropped to your knees, your pulse pounding in your ears as your fingers worked quickly to undo his belt. Jungwon let out a shaky sigh as your hands wrapped around him, his body tensing at the first touch.

His fingers tangled in your hair, guiding your movements with barely restrained need.

—God… just like that… —he groaned softly, biting his lip to keep quiet.

His grip tightened slightly, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. Every sound that slipped past his lips sent waves of heat through your body, making you revel in the way he melted under your touch.

But then, the door suddenly swung open, shattering the moment.

—What the hell is going on here?!

Sunghoon’s firm, exasperated voice made you freeze instantly. Jungwon let out a frustrated grunt and quickly pulled away, fumbling to fix his clothes.

Sunghoon stared at the two of you, a mix of disbelief and irritation on his face.

—We’re about to go on stage, get dressed already, idiot —he huffed, crossing his arms.

Jungwon let out a heavy sigh, still trying to steady his breathing. Before leaving, he leaned in close to you, his lips brushing your ear as he murmured with a playful pout:

—Promise me you’ll take care of me later… I want more.

And with one last look filled with silent promises, he followed Sunghoon out, leaving you standing there, heart racing and body still burning, knowing this wasn’t over.

Ni-ki☆

It seemed like Jake had only one mission: to make Niki jealous by shamelessly flirting with you.

He spent the entire afternoon showering you with sweet compliments, winking at you, and cracking jokes that made you laugh—all while Niki watched from a distance, his frown deepening and his jaw tightening more and more.

At first, he tried to ignore it. But when he saw Jake leaning in too close, his arm brushing against yours with far too much confidence, his patience finally snapped.

Without a word, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you into his room, slamming the door shut behind him.

—Why the hell are you letting Jake flirt with you like that?! —he blurted out, his voice filled with frustration.

—Niki, oh my God, it’s not even tha—

Your words never made it out. Before you could finish, his lips crashed onto yours with overwhelming urgency.

This wasn’t a soft, playful kiss like usual. It was hungry, possessive, as if he needed to make it clear once and for all that you were his.

His hands roamed your body with desperation, gripping your waist before sliding down to squeeze your hips, pulling you even closer against him. You let out a quiet gasp against his lips, which only seemed to ignite him further.

—Tell me I’m the only one for you —he murmured breathlessly, his warm breath fanning against your lips.

His hand slipped under your shirt, trailing up your skin until it reached your chest, his grip firm yet teasing.

—Of course, you’re the only one for me, Niki —you whispered without hesitation.

The kiss deepened instantly, growing more desperate, more consuming… until the door swung open.

—Oh, for God’s sake —Sunoo’s voice broke the moment—. I came to check if you were okay after Jake’s little joke, but I see you’re being very well taken care of… so I’ll just leave.

He rolled his eyes with an amused chuckle before shutting the door behind him, leaving both of you breathless and flushed.

Niki let out a frustrated sigh, resting his forehead against your shoulder.

—Great… exactly what I needed.

But when he looked back at you, his eyes told a different story.

This wasn’t over.

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[2:13 pm]

(cw: foul language, mark is an idiot)

Being in college was not what it was cracked up to be. You were tired all the time, sick of eating instant food, over living in the dorms, and you missed your boyfriend Mark. Going to college together had been risky, you heard from everyone that there was a huge chance high school sweethearts like you guys wouldn’t make it. College was tough on everybody with the stress of all the school work, being away from home, and becoming adults.

Well, you were going into your second year, a new roommate and a new outlook on the year. You were going to kick ass. You had a handful of new friends that you were fairly close with, a good group of classmates to study with, and you had made it a goal to spend more time with Mark.

But Mark had made a goal for himself too. Mark wanted to get the real college experience and had pledged to a frat to get the whole party-and-live-with-a-bunch-of-your-best-friends-experience. Your plans of spending more time together interfered with his plans because he was so exhausted doing homework on top of being the errand boy for the upperclassmen, a pledge he preferred to be called, of the frat.

You could count on both hands the amount of time you had seen him in the first 6 weeks of the semester. You texted regularly though you did start to notice a decline and an overall boredom in his messages to you. You were confused but didn’t push. Moving away from his family had been really hard on Mark, so maybe having a close group of guys would be helpful for him. You would be supportive if it made him happy, even if it meant less time spent together.

Which was why it was so surprising to see him waiting in the hallway outside your door. It had been 8 days since you had last seen him in person. You wondered if this time you had forgotten the plans you had made.

“Hey Mark, what are you doing here?” You asked.

“I think we should talk inside,” Mark told you quietly. This wasn’t going to be good, he was pulling on his ear, one of his many nervous habits.

You led him to the couch, taking a seat and a deep breath, bracing yourself for the conversation that had created a pit at the bottom of your stomach. “So, umm- this isn’t going to be easy,” he began with a heavy sigh, he stood up and began pacing, “the guys think that a lot of my stress would be gone if I had less distractions in my life.”

“I agree, you’ve been really stressed lately Mark. You need to lighten your load and relax more,” you replied, still unsure of what the point was.

He began anxiously pulling at his hair at the nape of his neck, “Yeah, and they’ve kind of said that maybe some of my stress would be eased if we weren’t together.”

You swallowed harshly, fighting back the sudden tears, “Is that what you want Mark?”

“Well- I don’t know! The brothers made some really good points and I have been stressed! You said so yourself!”

“I don’t give a shit what these guys I don’t know think about our relationship Mark. I’m asking if you want to break up.”

“I don’t know, man! It makes sense! I’ve been so stressed, I miss home, I’m tired of homework, and being busy all the time- so yeah, I think I agree with them,” he quietly answered.

“Ok, you can leave now.” You replied coldly, getting up to walk to your room.

“Wait, that’s it?”

“What the fuck else do you want me to say Mark? You clearly haven’t taken my feelings into consideration for this. I don’t have anything else to say to you, I don’t even want to look at you right now,” you spat.

He stood wide-eyed, obviously not expecting the outburst. It irked you. “I’m really sorry.”

“No, Mark. I don’t think you are. If you really felt bad then you would have thought of me and my feelings, you know the person you’ve been dating for 3 years? You would have talked to me, and I would have helped you. You wouldn’t have let a bunch of guys you met this year make a decision like this for you, Mark, it’s like I don’t even know you anymore, my Mark would tell me things!” You tearfully argued. You hated how weak you felt crying over this.

His eyes filled with tears, you used to hate when he cried. You used to love his eyes, they always had a sparkle that was so distinctly Mark. You could always look into his eyes and see exactly what he was feeling. You always thought you had a gift for reading his emotions. When you told Mark you loved him for the first time, you could read the surprise all over his face, but you could see in his eyes that he loved you too. He looked at you like you had hung the moon and the stars in the sky, like the sun rose and fell everyday just to grace you with its presence. You could tell when he was ready to leave a party from a simple look. You could tell when he was happy or annoyed or tired from just his eyes. He used to look at you like you were the most special person to ever walk the Earth. You had to look away from him, you couldn’t stand looking at him or looking into his sad eyes and forgiving him when he didn’t deserve it.

He choked out your name, wiping the endless stream of tears with his sleeve, “I’m sorry.”

“Mark, I need you to leave. Please, just leave.” You walked over to the door and wordlessly held it open.

He was hiccuping, gasping while he cried. He was staring at you, hoping you would tear your gaze away from the floor to look at him one more time. Hoping that if you just looked at him you could see just how sorry he really was.

You didn’t.

“I’ll have someone drop your stuff off at the frat house,” you told him quietly.

He nodded, “I can drop your stuff off.”

“Don’t. Have it ready when your stuff gets to you.”

“Ok, bye then.” Mark sniffled, eyes still somewhat hopeful that you’d give him one last look, even if it was from the corner of your eye. Just a second of eye contact to ease the pain that was eating away at his heart, to let him know that everything would be fine. That you would be fine. 

You closed the door, but he couldn’t ignore the pain in his chest as he heard your sobs from the other side of the door. It was too late to take back his words, no matter how much he regretted them now. He fucked up.

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a/n: per request, here is part 2! (I will not be adding anyone else to the taglist)

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Thank you for letting me be your favorite person and send this request in that you're gonna love writing for me with your amazing wonderful talent 🙄🙄😘😘

Sooooo...

Stray Kids reaction to spending time with their s/o after a concert ??

i repeat, do not let it get into your head 🙄

but anyways, let's see how it goes.

Stray Kids reaction to spending time with their s/o after a concert

ʙᴀɴɢ ᴄʜᴀɴ ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡

Okay so this man would be so happy to see you backstage, his expression would change immediately; a big grin and open arms that won't take long to wrap you in. He'd bury his face in the crook of your neck and place soft kisses along your shoulder and cheeks before pulling back and peck your lips and forehead.

He's exhausted but wouldn't talk about that. Instead, and being the selfless man that he is, I can easily picture him wanting to hear everything about your day with the best disposition. He would look at you adoringly while doing so the whole ride home, brushing strands of your hair behind your ear. Once home, he'd take a quick shower and join you in bed, finally telling you about how amazing everything went for them and how happy he is to do what he loves.

"I just feel really complete when I'm on stage, everything seems like a dream babe, you know?"

He'd look so precious you won't be able to resist the urge to kiss him, and he will kiss you back until your lips are red and swollen.

"But I definitely like kissing you more."

ʟᴇᴇ ᴋɴᴏ�� ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡

He'd be exhausted, hungry and maybe even a bit grumpy. He wouldn't talk as much after greeting you with a kiss on the lips and a hug, but once you're both back home and he's fed and showered, he'd have you resting your head on his chest as he plays with your hair, telling you about funny stuff that happened during the show.

He'd probably start getting handsy in a playful way at some point, placing kisses here and there and moving his hand down your stomach. Once you swat his hand and look up at him to say you thought he was too tired, he'd just shrug, proceeding to kiss you hard enough to stop yourself from getting any coherent thoughts.

"I still have some energy to burn, and you look so pretty underneath me, are you okay if we skip sleeping for a little while?"

ᴄʜᴀɴɢʙɪɴ ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡

He'd be all sweaty and tired, but once he sees you backstage, like Chan, his face would light up. He'd cup your face and kiss your lips a couple of times before pulling you against his chest, rubbing your back gently.

He'd look hot, and buff, and tempting enough for you to start getting touchy. He'd look at you with a raised brow but wouldn't think much of it.

Now, when you two arrive home and you start kissing his neck and trying to slide your hands under his shirt, he would let a lazy laugh and say how tired he is.

But when he sees you pout because you're so needy, he'd quickly give in, hissing and grabbing you by the hips, pressing you against him. He'd cup your chin and say.

"You're so needy and pretty. I can not resist you, now can I?" Before kissing you hard.

Will end up in sex.

ʜʏᴜɴᴊɪɴ ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡

My man right here would get so clingy from the get-go, showering your face in kisses and hugging you, hands rubbing your back gently.

He'd get shy and chuckle once you tell him how hot he looked, taking the praise happily. On the ride home, he'd keep his arms around you and put his head on your shoulder as he plays with your fingers.

Once home, he'd love it if you showered with him, cause he really enjoys being pampered and how you'd wash his hair for him. When in bed, he'd be too tired to do anything fun, resting his head on your chest, arm draped over you, and tangled legs. He likes to have his hair played with until he falls asleep.

Will wake up with full energy and a morning wood ready for you the next morning.

"Baby, please wake up, I miss you."

ʜᴀɴ ᴊɪsᴜɴɢ ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡

So relieved to see you, still buzzing after the adrenaline of the concert. He would wrap you in a hug and kiss your head, unable to erase the grin on his face.

He would talk nonstop all the way home about how fun the concert was and how tired he is, just to proceed with saying how much he missed seeing your face, kissing your lips softly, and hugging you against him until you arrived home.

Now, this tired baby would love it when you helped1 him take his makeup off, sitting on top of the toilet as you clean his face, big doe eyes staring up at you, hands on your hips, he'd repeatedly pout asking for kisses, making something so simple take longer than it should, but you'd be happy to obligue.

He'd also want you to play with his hair, head on your lap as he continues talking. He'd look so cute you'd take him by surprise by leaning down and pressing a kiss on his lips. He'd smile and ask you to do it again, and you would, over and over, until he sits up and places his hand on the back of your head to deepen the kiss and it develops into a makeout session.

"God, I love kissing you."

ғᴇʟɪx ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡

Another clingy, smiley shy boy who's super happy to see his love.

Rosy cheeks when you praise him, he loves it when you tell him how cool and sexy you think he is while performing.

Will try to turn it on you, saying you're even cuter and wanting to hear how much you enjoyed the show, or whatever else you did during the day.

From the moment you leave the place where the concert was held, to the one you arrive home, everything resumes with him interrupting you every two sentences with a kiss because he says he's really happy to see you.

He, like Hyunjin, will probably be too tired to have sex that night, but he will need you to cuddle him so he can bury his face between your neck and shoulder and fall asleep to your scent.

"As much as I love my job, nothing compares to coming back home to you."

sᴇᴜɴɢᴍɪɴ ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡

My puppy! He loves seeing you, so he would quickly hug you and rock you side to side, placing kisses on your cheek. Once pulling back, he'd keep his hands on yours, thumb caressing your knuckles as you tell him how great he was.

His eyes would be so sparkly and he wouldn't be able to stop smiling and thanking you, eventually getting shy and pulling you in another hug to stop you from seeing his flushed cheeks.

He'd keep his composure on the ride home, only holding your hand and smiling at you whenever your eyes meet.

Now, once at home and in bed, he'd lay on his side to face you, talking about anything and everything, a subtle smile permanently placed on his lips, fingers brushing your hair away from your face as he listens to you intently. Then, he'd start puckering his lips asking for kisses, and you'd give them to him, and he'd pucker his lips again for you to repeat the process, eventually placing his hand behind your head and keeping your lips against his to kiss you for a while, which will lead the two of you to start chuckling and hugging each other.

"Don't tell my members how cringey I become whenever you're around. I really love it when you baby me."

ᴊᴇᴏɴɢɪɴ ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡

Our beloved and young maknae, although tired, would still have so much energy after the concert. He will shyly run to you and hug you tightly, cupping your face between his large hands and kissing you right then and there.

He loves to be praised, especially when you say he was sexy. He already thinks he is, but when you say it to him, it's even better.

He will get handsy even before leaving, kissing you nonstop at one of the corners. He'd be horny and you'd know it right away.

He'd be forced to stop so you can leave, but as soon as you two are home, you better be prepared to have your clothes ripped from you and getting fucked over the first flat surface he finds.

Oh, but afterward, he'd become a clingy baby who just wants to hug you close to him and have his hair played with (guys love this.)

"Ahhh, Why are you so pretty? I like you so much!"

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OMG OMG OMG I JUST GOT A IDEA!! yk how there’s tiktoks of girls starting a argument with their bf and just randomly flashing them?? 😭 how would ot8 react?? ALSO LOVE YOUR WORKKK

*OT8 Reacting To You Flashing Them In An Argument*

Paring: OT8 x Reader (Hint at fem reader)

Genre: Suggestive

Warning: none really. Sorry for any mistakes or missing warnings.

A/N: It’s been awhile since I had a request for a reaction so I’m a little rusty lol. I hope you liked it though! Sorry they’re a little short! Also thank you so much! I’m so happy you enjoy them!

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Chan:

He was confused why you started an argument about something so small. He looked at you trying to figure out what to do until you flashed him. His eyes widened, mind going blank then going a mile a minute. “Wait- wait” he say even more confused now. “This is one of those TikTok trends isn’t it?” He said with a sigh. When you’d nod giggling he’d grin, pulling you to him. “You know, it’s not nice to start an argument for no reason. Maybe I’ll have to teach you a lesson for that” he said with a chuckle.

Minho:

He started laughing a bit at the way you tried to start the argument. Knowing you were doing it on purpose of course. However when you flashed him he’d laugh even harder. You pouted looking at him before he grabbed you pulling you down onto the couch. “If you wanna play kitten just tell me. No need to be a brat.” He’d say.

Changbin:

Like Chan he’d be confused however he’d be trying to figure out a way to make it up to you. Trying to figure out how to fix whatever the fake problem you made up was. Until you flashed him and he just went silent. “Was this all a plan? I’m hurt” he’d say clenching his chest dramatically.

Hyunjin:

Be a defensive “I don’t even do that!” He’d say with a pout. When you’d drop your shirt he just stared at you. Looking up at you then back down. “That’s not fair” he’d say grumpily. He’d pull you to him kissing you softly. He’d try “making it up to you” for whatever the argument was about.

Han:

He’d be like a dear in headlights, not knowing what to do. When you’d finally flash him his eyes went even wider. He was so confused. “I- what’s happening” he’d say. When you admitted it being a trend you saw he’d pout “so you put me through that and think flashing me was gonna solve the problem?” He’d pause looking at your chest. “Well you’re damn right” he’d chuckle.

Felix:

Sweet boy is just as confused although he’s seen the trend even showed you some laughing at the reactions he didn’t realize what you were doing. He looked sad making you feel bad. You comforted him not even flashing him, you told him it was the trend and he pouted even more. “But you didn’t flash me” he said softly making you giggle. So you did just that flashed him, he pulled you to him laying his head on your chest. Sighing happily.

Seungmin:

He knew what you were doing. He’s seen these trends but he let you go. When you flashed him he rolled his eyes. “I get to see them any time I want, it ain’t gonna win this fight” he said and you realized you made a mistake. He pushed himself against you, pinning you against him and the doorway. You were in for a night.

Jeongin:

He didn’t know why you started the argument only knew he wasn’t wrong. He’d looked at you grumpily arguing back until you flashed him. He shut up real quick with no warning though he pulled you to him pressing his face in between your chest. “If you were needy you should have just said that”

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ꣀ꣒ ASKING ENHYPEN — HOW MANY KIDS THEY WANT? . . 엔하이펜 ☁︎

pairing, enhypen × afab reader . . . genre, scenario(s), fluff, reactions . . . word count, 190-240 each . . . [LIBRARY]

. , LEE HEESEUNG ☁︎ 이희승 !

“Hee,” you called quietly, sipping on your hot chocolate while the warmth permeated the serene void between you. You leaned against the armrest and kept watching Heeseung as he scrolled through social media to the sound of his almost inaudible humming amidst the stillness of the room. “You never told me how many kids you want,” you said as if you really were trying to find out.

Heeseung paused for a moment before a slow smile spread over his face, his eyes wide and animated as he put his phone down. It was clear that he had been waiting for this question. “Three. Definitely,” he said, nodding with the kind of certainty one might expect after years of pondering. You arched your brow, trying not to laugh. “But then what's it going to be like when you have three mini Heeseungs running wild? A nightmare,” you stated, looking at him impassively.

His eyes widened, and he shot you a mock parody glare that could only be described as mild offense. “What did you just say?” He said, leaning in closer and speaking as though utterly astonished. You just couldn't help it anymore: a laugh escaped you in the form of a chesty giggle, and you leaned back, confiding in your hot chocolate for salvation. “I'm just kidding!” you squeaked through the giggles.

. , PARK JONGSEONG ☁︎ 박종성 !

“Baby, how many kids do you want?” you asked, slipping your arms around Jay’s waist from behind, your chin resting on his shoulder as he stirred the steaming pot of noodles on the stove. “Did my cooking skills impress you that much?” he teased, glancing at you with a smirk. His free hand reached down to pat yours, resting comfortably on his stomach.

You laughed softly. “Maybe,” you admitted, your voice warm with affection. “But I’m serious. How many kids do you want?” Jay paused, the sound of bubbling noodles filling the momentary silence. His gaze grew thoughtful as he tilted his head slightly. “Two,” he said confidently, his tone steady. “It’d be nice to have one of each—a boy and a girl. Balance, you know?”

You grinned, nuzzling closer. “What if they’re both boys? Or both girls?” you pressed, curious to hear his answer. Jay hummed, as if mulling it over, before turning off the stove and setting the spoon down. He spun around in your arms to face you, his expression playful yet soft. “Honestly?” he said, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. “As long as they’re healthy, I couldn’t care less. But if they’re both boys…” He paused, raising an eyebrow. “Double trouble.”

You giggled, swatting his chest lightly. “And if they’re both girls?” He grinned, pulling you closer. “Guess I’ll just be outnumbered, won’t I?”

. , SIM JAEYUN ☁︎ 심재윤 !

“How many kids do you want?” you asked, casually breaking the silence while the two of you sat tangled on the couch, the light of the television casting shadows. His gaze dropped unstably from the screen to you, amusement winking in constricted lines across his brow of confusion. “We already have one: Layla,” he declared, pointing to the dog stretched across his lap, her head comfortably laid on his thigh.

Rolling your eyes, you let out a huff. “Jake. I meant a human baby,” you explained, resting your chin on his shoulder to gauge his expression. He hesitated in thought, his fingers mindlessly playing with Layla's ear. “One is enough,” he said offhandedly between mouthfuls of popcorn, as though deciding the fate of your entire future after that bite.

For a moment, you grinned in mock disbelief. “One? Just like that? What if I want two?” He just turned to you, slipping into a devilish smile. “One is a smart number. Two? Think of the double the mess and double the drama. One? We can keep ‘em outnumbered,” he explained in a teasing tone, though his eyes sparkled with affection.

. , PARK SUNGHOON ☁︎ 박성훈 !

“Hey Hoon,” you said rather casually, tracing invisible patterns on the couch while leaning against him. “In the future when we have kids...would you want a boy or a girl?”

Sunghoon felt his face flush immediately; it was as if he had not expected you to ask the question. He nervously cleared his throat and shifted a little. “Is this a test?” he asked in a higher-than-usual voice. You could see the moment of hesitation that was thinking there could be something to it-a faint worry on the face of being caught in trickery, because he knew you would ask many innocent questions previously that often spiraled into an argument.

You shook your head, smiling and trying to play it light. “Don't worry, I'm just curious.” He paused for a second, biting his lip, returned his gaze to you, carefully considering his answer. “A girl...?” he murmured, a slight tremble in his voice. There was something very sweet about him being shy; you liked it. “A girl, huh? Well, I like that. Sometimes I think I'd like to ask you a real question: how many kids do you want?”

This caught Sunghoon off guard again because of your sudden shift; he blinked at this. He took a second, his face still a little flushed as he whispered slowly, “Umm... probably... one...?” you blinked, trying not to laugh at how serious he was about it. “Just one? You aren't even considering the option of having a second or a third in the future?” He shrugged, his expression softening as he leaned closer. “One should suffice for me, especially if it is a girl."

. , KIM SUNOO ☁︎ 김수누 !

“Babe...” you started, your voice soft with a hint of nervousness as you gazed at Sunoo, who was casually sipping his water. You felt a flutter in your chest, wondering how he'd respond. “How many kids do you want in the future?” Sunoo didn’t even hesitate. His eyes twinkled as he smiled at you, the corners of his lips lifting in that signature grin that always made your heart skip. With a playful sparkle in his eyes, he held up three fingers, still holding his bottle of water, clearly not bothered by the question at all.

You raised an eyebrow, amused by how easily he had the answer ready. “Three?” you repeated, trying to hide your smile. It was clear he’d thought about this a lot, and you couldn’t help but admire how effortlessly he was embracing the idea of the future with you. “Yep, three,” he confirmed, his grin widening as he swallowed the water. He set the bottle down and nudged your shoulder, leaning in closer. “You know, one for you, one for me, and one for us. Perfect team.”

Your heart melted at his words, and you leaned into him, feeling a warmth spread through you. Sunoo was everything you could ever want, and the thought of a future with him felt like a dream come true.

. , YANG JUNGWON ☁︎ 양정원 !

Jungwon wasn’t surprised by your random question—it was just another one of those things you did. As you straddled his lap on the couch, your fingers brushing through his hair, you asked casually, “How many kids do you want?” He paused, his lips curving into a small, knowing smile before planting a quick peck on your lips. “One,” he muttered against your mouth, as if it was the most natural answer.

You blinked, taken aback. “That’s it?” you asked, genuinely curious. You expected something a little more ambitious, but there he was, casually dropping his answer like it was no big deal. Jungwon stifled a chuckle, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Why?” he asked, genuinely curious at your reaction. You puffed out your cheeks in mock frustration. “Why not more? I mean, we’re both working, we can afford it,” you reasoned, trying to make your case.

He nodded, a soft smile still playing at the corners of his lips. “True,” he agreed. “But... the living costs, you know?” You opened your mouth to argue, but before you could get the words out, he pulled you closer, his hands gently resting on your hips. “One is still enough, sweetie,” he whispered, his tone light but affectionate. The sincerity in his eyes melted your protest away. “Fine,” you muttered, resting your forehead against his. “I guess one sounds perfect with you.”

. , NISHIMURA RIKI ☁︎ 리키 !

“Riki, how many kids do you want to have?” you asked casually, mushing against his chest, your arms lazily around his neck in your usual cuddle contentment. His hands are frozen. Random shapes traced on your back now are interrupted mid-motion. Before you could think, he switched positions: he flipped you onto your back and pinned you beneath him in one smooth shift.

“What are you doing?” you squeaked, heart thumping as his dark eyes watched yours. That was when he came closer, softly brushing a stray strand of hair from your face with a teasing smirk that left your stomach feeling some weird emotion. “We just became adults and you are already talking about babies?” he tormented in low teasing tones, the corners of his mouth twitching to stop a laughter. “You're bold, you know that.”

You opened and moved to argue, but he lowered his mouth and pressed a soft, deliberate kiss against your lips. Not to shut you up—this was the kind of kiss that turned your thoughts into mush and spread bright warmth across your cheeks. He pulled away just enough to talk, lips pressed close to yours, and whispered, “Why have kids when we can have fun?”

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[enhaeil]

dominant boyfriend jay...!!!!

c/w: suggestive no smut tho. non sexual dominance >>

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jay who pays for everything. matter fact, you don't even have to ask for it. if he even sees you glance at something, "you like it?" as he pulls his card out his wallet. and he'll watch you pay for whatever you want with that signature smirk on his face, too. you're hungry? "baby, let's go out somewhere." he pulled your wig a little too hard last night? he'll laugh while pulling out 300 to get your hair redone. you literally will NEVER go without as long as you're with him.

jay who knows how to put you in your place. he knows you won't always be happy with him or a decision he makes. he also knows that sometimes you pick arguments for absolutely no reason. "baby, why are you arguing with me?" he says, face stoic yet tired looking due to his long day. you have had an attitude since he picked you up and decided to start with him in the car. "don't be a brat, y/n. if there's a real issue, then you tell me." you sat there for a few seconds while he stared at you, and realized there was never an issue to begin with. "okay then." if you still insist on the 'tude after he talks with you, trust he's taking you in that front seat. that's all you really wanted anyways!

jay who knows how to apologize when there is a real issue. he holds eye contact with you the whole time you tearfully explain your problems and doesn't hesistate on pulling you into his lap for some comfort. "i'm sorry baby, I wouldn't have done that if I knew it'd upset you." he rubs your back, finger tips slipping under your shirt in an innocent way. he presses soft kisses on the side of your head, breathing in the scent of your hair. "what can I do to make it up to you, hm? my pretty girl.."

jay who almost knows you better than you know yourself. he knows when you don't feel well. he knows when you're in a bad mood. he knows when you're sleepy, when you're feeling hyper. he knows when your period starts, already returning home with snacks he knows you'll crave. he knows when you want to be held, and respects the times where he knows you want space. he knows when you want to be touched, and even better, knows how to touch you. "right there baby? is that your spot? you feel good?" chile, you can't even BEGIN to respond because your mind is clouded with just him. you don't know how he knows, but you're glad he does.

jay who still respects your independence. jay knows you're a grown woman. he knows you love to do things by yourself, it makes him fall even more in love with you. he doesn't try to control you, or think for you. he doesn't even make you call him daddy (unless he's in your guts). he lets you wear whatever you want because "as long as you come home to me at the end of the day." he even will let you pay for your own items sometimes just to make you happy, but don't ever think he won't send you 200 for your nails the moment you say "the".

a/n: i think abt this a lot y'all jay would such a good bf. uhm jays gf if ur seeing this hey

[odiesbun]

ateez as boyfriends, please !!

▒♡Ateez as boyfriend's♡▒

There may be errors in the text, as my native language is not English. Thank you for your likes and your request!

WARNINGS: fluff, stupid humor of the author, love, relationships, references to food, and lots of cute snot.

Number of characters in the text: 5879.

Requested: Yes.

♡Hongjoong♡

•He will literally melt if you come to his studio to bring him food or just to be near him. He really appreciates that you care about him so much, so he'll text you every chance he gets, asking if you've eaten, how your mood is, and what you're doing.

•Most of the time you won't be with him, but with a whole group of guys. Sometimes Hongjoong feels guilty about that, but he has no choice. So he gently pushes the guys out of his studio, taking advantage of the leader's rights and being alone with you.

•Of course, we all know Hongjoong's love of minions... So he moves his collection into your shared apartment. He even has slippers and a robe with minions in it, you know? And if you love his passion for minions as much as you do, he'll put you on his adoration list and bless you just the same.

♡Seonghwa♡

•He housekeeping type of guy who will do absolutely any job for you. Wipe the dust off the very top shelf of the closet? Done. Cook family dinner when your parents are on your doorstep? Done. Your house literally shines with it.

•I think Seonghwa isn't very good at showing love with words, so he shows it with actions. Kisses, hugs, expensive (and not-so-expensive) gifts are all yours now. But he doesn't know any other way, so he is unlikely to talk about his feelings openly.

•Seonghwa likes to take walks. Therefore, both of you together will very often disappear in absolutely random beautiful places. That's why sometimes the band members go crazy trying to reach him and you, while you're peacefully walking hand in hand in the park or forest or somewhere else.

♡Yunho♡

•I would say that Yunho is a soft mommy guy. Because if the temperature outside drops even one degree down, Yunho is already running to you, begging you to put on a hat and warmer clothes. He always makes sure you eat well, never miss a meal, and never go on a diet.

•Even when he has a very busy schedule and barely has time to sleep and eat himself, he still comes to you with a bag of food, water, and, of course, a hug. Because Yunho is another guy who loves to cuddle with you very much. Probably, if he were asked what he prefers more, a hug or a kiss, he would choose a hug.

•Since I think Yunho is a gamer boy. Then he'll make you play with him. Even if you're not particularly interested in it, you won't understand anything, he'll still carefully teach you so that you can play with him someday.

♡Yeosang♡

•Since we all know how much Yeosang likes to eat chicken, he will often ask you to go with him to a restaurant that sells his favorite dish. If you're a vegetarian, he'll still drag you to a restaurant, but a different one with more than just a choice of meat on the menu.

-He's a very kind boy, so every weekend he'll go with you to the animal shelter and take care of the animals or make small donations so that the poor dogs, kittens and other animals that are there won't be sad.

-He's the kind of boy who will learn all your relatives and your whole family, the feeling that he got to know them long before you even started dating him. So when the time comes to introduce him to your parents and family, they will already know him. That's a very thoughtful boy.

♡Mingi♡

•Mingi is the type of guy who needs physical(and moral) contact. He absolutely always needs to hold your hand in public, hug you in his sleep and just feel you around. He's literally a koala, you know?

• lMingi never has a problem showing affection. He can do with physical contact, words, and simple(including expensive) gifts. If you ask him to kiss you, he will kiss your whole face. If you ask him to tell you that he loves you, he will say it all the next day without a break.

•Mingi guy is the kind of guy who loves to give you home spa treatments. Like baths with rose petals and candles, interesting face masks, hair styling, that kind of thing. He especially likes to do it to you, because it's another reason to kiss you and understand how much he loves you.

♡San♡

•I think San's type of love is passionate love. I mean, he's literally ready to die for you, when he looks at you he has a sweet, bright glint in his eyes. Oh, and just what those passionate kisses are worth! If San were given the choice of choosing the world, his career, or you, he would probably choose you.

•San, to communicate with you from a distance when he's on tour, prefers video calls. First, he hears your wonderful voice, and second, he sees your face. It makes it a little less about how much he misses you. Speaking of the tour... He will often bring you souvenirs from other countries!

•He really wants to tell his fans about you. Chances are someone might ask him if his heart is in love, to which he'll say yes, he's in love with you with all his heart. Chances are he'll start dropping little hints on live broadcasts, or just casually mention you.

♡Wooyoung♡

•He will very often send you pictures of himself, asking if he looks good. Really, he just likes getting compliments from you and knowing how much you love him. Well, it's also a great excuse to talk to you when he or you are a little busy.

•He LOVES steamy clothes, seriously. So he's constantly trying to dress in a similar style and color scheme as you do, or he'll just buy you paired clothes so he doesn't have to worry too much about it. But there are some pretty cringe-worthy things, like "His👉🏻 and 👈🏻Her" t-shirts, I hope you know what I mean?

•Learn the fact that Wooyoung doesn't like cucumbers and bell peppers and he will literally melt. Wen believes that if a couple knows about each other's tastes in food, clothing, and everything in the world basically, it's true love until old age.

♡Jongho♡

•I think Jongho is the kind of guy that takes a lot of pictures. Well, in huge quantities. His whole gallery is crammed with pictures of you and him. Lock screen? Your picture together. The desktop screen? Your photo. Totally random app icons? Also you.

•I think that during arguments, Jongho is the most gentle and he is very mature. Your relationship arguments are more likely to be like simple misunderstandings about each other rather than heated arguments. He will try to solve the problem before it gets to the point where it has become of universal proportions. Well, it usually doesn't come to that, but that's just a side note.

•Jongho is a physical tough guy, so he'll often grab you and pick you up. Or, when you need to get something from the top shelf of the closet, he might well help you out with his shoulder or hands. But he also needs to be loved and pitied, so he prefers to be a little spooner during hugs...

[tmzrkstan]

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[blueberry3241]

★彡 Stray kids reaction you accidentally fall asleep on their shoulder

↷ Pairing : stray kids x reader ↷ Genre : Fluff, Romance, Comedy, Slice of Life ↷ word count : 1,900–2,000 words

↳ Disclaimer : This is an original work of fiction. All characters, settings, and story elements are my own creation. Any resemblance to real people, places, or events is purely coincidental. Please do not reproduce, distribute, or adapt this work without my explicit permission.

↝Bang Chan

Chan was used to being leaned on—figuratively and literally. But when you, his close friend, or maybe something more, dozed off on his shoulder during a late-night movie marathon at the dorm, he froze.

His first instinct was to check if you were comfortable. His second was to make sure he didn’t move too much and wake you up. The warmth of your head against his shoulder made his heart rate skyrocket, and suddenly, the romantic tension in the movie playing on the screen felt irrelevant.

A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he whispered to himself, "Guess I should’ve warned you that my shoulder is premium sleeping real estate."

He gently adjusted his position so your head rested more comfortably, and before he knew it, his cheek lightly brushed against your hair. A wave of fondness washed over him.

As much as he wanted to stay like that, Felix, who had been watching the movie with you two, noticed and smirked. "Chan hyung, should I take a picture for you?"

Chan shot him a look but couldn’t hide the small, shy smile tugging at his lips.

"Shh," he simply said, savoring the moment just a little longer.

↝Lee Know

Minho was scrolling through his phone, sitting on the dorm couch when he suddenly felt weight on his shoulder. He glanced sideways, only to see you, completely knocked out, breathing softly.

He blinked, a smirk forming almost instantly.

"Seriously? You choose my shoulder over a pillow?" he murmured, amused.

He debated whether to wake you up or let you sleep but, in the end, decided to mess with you instead. Carefully, he picked up his phone and took a few selfies, making exaggerated shocked and dramatic faces with you still snoozing away.

Then, he whispered in a teasing tone, "If you start drooling, I’m kicking you off."

When you stirred slightly, he stilled, thinking you were waking up, but you just nestled closer. Minho’s breath hitched, his ears turning red.

"Fine, fine, I’ll allow it," he mumbled, a small, genuine smile breaking through his usual playful demeanor as he let you sleep in peace.

↝Changbin

Changbin prided himself on being strong, tough, and unshakable. But when he felt your head suddenly drop onto his shoulder during a long car ride, all of that disappeared.

His back went ramrod straight. His breathing stilled. His hands clenched into fists on his lap.

You. Were. Asleep. On. His. Shoulder.

"Uh… hey?" he whispered awkwardly, barely able to move.

When you didn’t respond, he slowly turned his head to look at you. Your face was peaceful, your lips slightly parted, and your hand lightly resting on his arm.

Oh no.

His heart was racing at an alarming rate. He quickly glanced around the van—Hyunjin and Felix were too busy talking to notice, and Seungmin had his headphones in. Good.

Gulping, he carefully adjusted his position to make sure you weren’t uncomfortable. Then, as an afterthought, he muttered, "If anyone sees this, I’ll never hear the end of it."

But despite his initial panic, a tiny, pleased smile curled at the edges of his lips.

↝Hyunjin

Hyunjin was sketching in his notebook when he suddenly felt a weight press against his shoulder. He turned, only to see you, fast asleep, your head resting against him.

His pencil stilled. His heart skipped a beat.

The soft glow from the lamp illuminated your relaxed features, and for a moment, he was utterly mesmerized. A part of him wanted to wake you up just so he could see your flustered reaction, but another part—the part that adored soft, quiet moments—wanted to cherish this.

Carefully, he shifted his sketchpad and started drawing a new subject: you.

As his pencil glided over the page, he smiled to himself. "I guess I have a new muse."

↝Han

Han was good at keeping his cool—except when it came to you. So when your head suddenly plopped onto his shoulder in the middle of a movie night, he malfunctioned.

His body went stiff as he stared at the screen, but he wasn’t processing anything anymore.

Stay calm, Jisung. Stay calm.

He slowly glanced down at you, his breath hitching. You were out cold, looking completely relaxed against him.

He opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again. What do I do? Do I move? Do I just sit here? OH MY GOD, WHAT IF SHE CAN HEAR MY HEARTBEAT?!

In the end, he just sat there, his face growing redder by the second. When Felix nudged him with a knowing grin, Han panicked and whispered, "HELP ME."

Felix just smirked. "Nah, you’re doing great."

Han groaned internally. I’m gonna die.

↝Felix

Felix was playing a game on his phone when he felt something lean against him. At first, he thought it was one of the members messing with him, but when he turned his head and saw you peacefully asleep on his shoulder, his heart melted.

A warm, fond smile spread across his face as he whispered, "Oh, you must’ve been really tired."

He gently adjusted his posture so you wouldn’t wake up and made sure his breathing was steady to keep you comfortable. The warmth from your presence made his chest feel light and happy.

Without thinking, he reached for the nearest blanket and carefully draped it over both of you.

If anyone asked, he’d deny how his heart was racing the entire time.

↝Seungmin

Seungmin was minding his own business, reading a book, when he suddenly felt your head drop onto his shoulder.

He immediately frowned. "Really?" he muttered under his breath.

Glancing down, he saw that you were completely out, your slow breathing brushing against his sleeve. He sighed, shaking his head. "How can you sleep anywhere like this?"

But despite his words, he didn’t move. Instead, he subtly adjusted his arm to give you better support.

When Jeongin walked in and smirked at the sight, Seungmin shot him a glare. "Say a word, and I’ll ruin your life."

Jeongin snickered but left him alone. Seungmin returned to his book, acting like nothing happened, but the slight pink tint on his ears gave him away.

↝Jeongin

Jeongin was playing on his Nintendo Switch when you, seated beside him, slowly slumped onto his shoulder. His fingers froze mid-button press.

"Uh… Y/N?" he whispered hesitantly.

No response.

His eyes widened as he realized you were fast asleep. His ears turned bright red, and he gulped nervously. What do I do?!

After a few seconds of pure panic, he slowly relaxed, letting out a small, shy smile. He tried to keep playing his game, but honestly, how was he supposed to focus when you were literally leaning on him like this?!

"This is dangerous," he whispered under his breath.

Still, he didn’t move away. Instead, he let you rest, secretly savoring the feeling.

[miastideclock]

quiet, bang chan

requested by: absolutely no one word count: 968 warnings: me being a simp, also not edited :)

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the humming of the fridge and the slight buzzing of the airconditioner in the other room. cracking of knuckles every now and again. soft tapping on two separate keyboards.

chan was sitting with his back against the headboard, tapping away on his computer. you were sitting cross legged, facing the headboard and using your pillow as a seat for your own laptop. it was just one of those nights where you had been doing each your thing, but together in a sense. you hadn't spoken in the past two and a half hours, but every now and then, you would rest your hand on his knee and rub your thumb against his exposed skin. in the same way, he would take the time to bend over and brush your hair out of your eyes and kiss your cheek once in a while.

you adored time spent like this. you both acknowledged that there was no need for talking all the time, and you could easily spend quality time together in complete silence, focusing on each your thing.

it had been a while since you rested your hand on any part of his leg, so while you were going from one tab to another, you reached your hand over and gave his thigh a light squeeze. it was then you noticed his shorts weren't keeping him warm anymore. the exposed skin on his leg was almost shocking to the touch. you looked up from your screen and at him, waiting from him to do the same.

"are you cold?" you asked him, just above a whisper. he was about to shake his head no when he went to scratch an itch on his leg, right by where you were holding your hand. it then seemed to shock him as well how cool his skin felt.

"i didn't even realize." he admitted, now rubbing his leg, trying to friction up some heat. you turned around and grabbed a wool blanket that was placed on the footstool at the end of the bed. you unfolded it while chan raised his computer so you could place it on his lap. after he had put the computer back down on top of the blanket, he did the same for you.

even though your laptop was resting on your pillow, you still lifted it so he could maneuver the blanket around easily. while you held your laptop up in the air, you looked out the window that was right over your headboard.

as far as you were concerned, the world was a much too noisy place. whether it was loud cars zooming by, or the sound it made when someone was walking across the street, you always thought everything would be better if it was quieter, or at least softer.

"the first snow." you whispered, mostly to yourself, but chan could hear it too. he finished up project-blanket, and looked at you in hopes you would give some context.

"pardon?"

you loved winter for that one particular reason. snow. it fell over the world in a gentle, white sheet that silenced everything. sounds didn't carry half as far, and footsteps grew softer.

"first snow of this season." you spoke again, this time putting your laptop down and nodding slightly in the direction of the windows. it was dark outside, so the only way you could really see the snow, was directly under the warm-colored streetlights.

"i guess it is." chan spoke equally quiet as he turned in his seat and looked outside. "c'mere, i have an idea."

you turned your attention over to the man who was no longer sitting next to you, but standing over by the closet. he changed from shorts to sweatpants, eagering you to do the same as he tossed you a hoodie of his. while you did as you were told, he left the room. you could easily hear based on his footsteps that he went to the kitchen.

after getting dressed and descending the stairs, you found yourself trying to place the smell that suddenly entered your vicinity. not many seconds later, chan revealed it to be hot chocolate as he handed you a steaming cup.

"you grab the massive blanket from the living room, i'll grab pillows for us to sit on, and then we meet out on the front steps?" he half instructed, half asked. you nodded in agreement, without really understanding what he was up to.

you turned around and moved to the living room, grabbing the biggest blanket you could find from the ottoman, as well as your slippers, and you walked out on the front steps. there he was, placing two pillows down for you, him patting the one he wasn't already sitting on, inviting you to join him.

after sitting down on your designated pillow, and wrapping the two of you in the big blanket, you took a sip of your hot drink. it was a nice contrast against the freezing temperatures you were sat in. instinctively, you scooted closer to the man on your left, trying to leech off of his body heat. he shifted and wrapped his arm around you, allowing you to snuggle into his side.

"why are we out here, by the way?" you finally asked, having yet to understand his spontaneity.

"i know how much you love snow, and how much especially you love the first snow; so i thought we could sit here for a while and watch it for a while."

it was the perfect reason. you did love snow, and especially the first snow. so there you sat, on the front steps of your shared apartment, watching the snowfall soundlessly.

no more humming of the fridge, or buzzing from the air conditioner. only muted nothingness.

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cheers, bentley♡

[oimitocat]

STRAY KIDS REACTION TO…

…having a vibrator and you messing with the settings

ᡴꪫ CHAN…. would have been so against the idea but after so much convincing he finally gave in. you had promised to not interfere with his work for it. yet he should have known better. he trusts you so much that he had thought you were pleased with him just having it in… forgetting about it while being cooped up in the studio.

after being alone for so many hours, when you walked in he had thought nothing of it, looking up and smiling. “hi- AH!” he literally jolts off his chair, kneeling on the floor. you’re wicked smile going unseen as he trembles on the floor. never again.

ᡴꪫ MINHO…. also wasn’t very keen on the idea but gave in when you said you’ll treat him to something delicious. he had simply asked you to not put it at the highest setting and especially around the members. technically you didn’t… just that on the day you two had gone out to get some treats, you had stayed back in the car.

he’s jogging out. picking up the order and jogs back. as soon as he opens the car door and hands you the bag- “FUCK-“ he folds over, clutching your arm for dear life. you quickly yank him inside the car as he jerks. “you little- ah!” you quickly turn it off when the driver looks back at you weird, leaning over and closing the car door as minho slumps into the seat and catches his breath.

ᡴꪫ CHANGBIN…. was completely okay with the idea. what he wasn’t okay with was how you kept messing with the settings. he was literally on a call with his mom.

“h-huh?” he swallowed, legs rubbing together and his breath shallow. “no i’m not sick- i- uh y/n is just next to me and distracting-“ you put it at the highest level “-ME! Y/N!” you grin wickedly. good thing you’re in his room.

ᡴꪫ HYUNJIN…. enjoys his quiet time. meaning he likes the peace he gets while painting or drawing. however, he couldn’t really concentrate as you were in his room- which wasn’t exactly the reason why. he had a vibrator and you were messing with the settings.

he keeps jerking when you switch the settings and his pencils moves wobbly. at some point he’s a whimpering mess slumped over his desk and you watch from his bed with a grin.

ᡴꪫ JISUNG…. likes to bed rot. he was sure you’d go easy on him since you two were comfortable in his bed. except you managed to get him to go open the door for the food you had ordered. he had complained but you kissed him and convinced extremely well. so he obeyed and walked out, only for you to start with level 5.

he’s not even out the door when he yelps and slumps against the bedroom door. you watch him with glimmering eyes before stopping. he doesn’t even trust you anymore to walk out but again, you’re a good convincer… he barely makes it to the living room…

ᡴꪫ FELIX…. so our wannabe gamer is literally in his own world. after some good sex he happily agrees to the vibrator. he knows you’re a huge tease but he didn’t expect you to actually torture him. he’s screaming at the top of his lungs while playing with his friends… when you put the highest setting possible. he chokes. literally.

“I’M MUTING-“ he screeches and with a quick tap on the button in his headset, he freely whimpers. you mess between the settings. you later suffer the (extremely good) consequences because he kept losing and sucking at the game afterwards.

ᡴꪫ SEUNGMIN…. was not easy to convince. it took a lot of work. you had to PLAY NICE. l/n y/n does not play nice but you really wanted this so you had to work for it. after so much coaxing he finally gave in. he was super awkward and tense, expecting you do start from the first second you stepped away. but he realized this is actually something he has to go by unexpectedly.

hence… after a few hours, he’s comfortably walking around and cleaning. he’s tidy. you’re helping out and watching him. the second you see him bend over to pick up the dirty clothes bin, you hit the button and- “NGH-“ he doubles over. never again…. at least for a super long time

ᡴꪫ JEONGIN…. was super nervous. yes, he was extremely down to test that out but again, nervous and shy. you coaxed him after a while and soon you managed to make him accustomed to it. as you know, jeongin is pretty clumsy…. so no one was really fazed when you’d put the lowest setting and startle him.

he’d drop whatever he’s holding, topple things over… his ears would be so red and he’d make a strangled noise. of course, you don’t do it often around whoever’s in the dorm but you tease him enough times that he ends up crying and begging you to stop (but to stop teasing and actually do something about his boner)

[shyoko]

☆When you call them by their name instead of their affectionate nickname. ☆

This writing is my own; no copies, adaptations, or translations are allowed. I hope you like it. (English is not my first language.) 

 Requests are: open

Before anything else, sorry for disappearing, but my PC died. But well, now I have a new one, and I can keep editing and writing.

Thanks for the support!!! i love u ❤❤❤

Heeseung☆!

You're lying on the couch, enjoying the calm, with Heeseung resting his head on your lap. His eyes are closed, but the way his fingers absentmindedly trace patterns on your leg tells you he's more awake than he seems. You smile at him, thinking about how adorable he looks, though you also suspect he's waiting for the right moment to do something mischievous.

You take the opportunity to check your phone. Unlocking the screen, you scroll through your notifications and pause on Heeseung’s contact. It’s just his name—no nickname, no emoji. You know he doesn’t like how formal that feels.

Deciding to mess with him, you hold back a laugh and keep staring at your phone, waiting for him to notice.

“What are you looking at?” he suddenly murmurs, not opening his eyes, but his tone betrays that he’s completely awake.

You chuckle, tilting your phone slightly to keep it out of his view.

“Nothing, nothing,” you reply, keeping it just out of his reach.

He opens one eye, a playful glint in his gaze. Before you can react, he’s already on top of you, trying to snatch your phone from your hands. His closeness sends a flutter through your stomach, but you keep up the game.

“Let go!” he laughs, voice full of mischief as he stretches toward the phone.

“No!” you giggle, dodging his attempts to grab it.

Heeseung sighs dramatically, pretending to be offended, but his mischievous grin gives him away.

“Why do you have me saved as just ‘Heeseung’? Not even an emoji. That’s so cold!” he protests, crossing his arms with an exaggerated pout.

You can’t help but laugh at his theatrics. He looks so cute that it’s hard to keep a straight face.

“It’s your name, isn’t it?” you tease, smiling as you watch him sulk.

“Yes, but it sounds so distant,” he whines, though his playful tone tells you he’s not actually upset. “Give me something cute, something affectionate. I don’t know, a heart or a nickname.”

You’re a little surprised by his request, but you decide to go along with it. Smirking, you think for a moment.

“Hm… How about ‘My Boy 🩷’?” you suggest playfully, tilting your phone so he can see.

Heeseung freezes for a second, as if processing what you just said. Then, his face lights up with a satisfied grin, and without warning, he snatches your phone.

In the blink of an eye, he changes the contact name. “Heeseung” now reads “My Boy 🩷” on the screen.

You stare at your phone in shock, amazed at how fast he did it. Heeseung flops down beside you, a triumphant smile on his face.

“Do you like it?” he asks, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer.

You laugh, feeling your cheeks heat up. There’s no escaping now.

“I can’t believe you actually did that!” you protest between giggles, giving him a playful shove.

“Why not?” he smirks confidently, pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead. “I am your boy, aren’t I?”

You keep smiling, feeling the warmth of his embrace surrounding you. In that moment, between laughter and soft touches, you realize there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

“You’re such an idiot,” you whisper, hiding your face in his chest to keep him from seeing how flustered you are.

“I’m your idiot, remember?” he murmurs, gently running his fingers through your hair. “Always.”

You chuckle softly, hugging him tighter. There’s nothing better than this—the warmth of his arms, the sound of his voice, and his name now saved as “My Boy 🩷” on your phone.

jay☆!

You were sitting on the couch, your phone in your hands, when Jay let out an exaggerated sigh beside you. You tilted your head in curiosity, finding his brows furrowed and lips slightly pursed.

“What’s wrong with you?” you asked, propping an elbow on the back of the couch to turn toward him.

Jay glanced at you out of the corner of his eye before looking away with a small huff.

“It’s just that… you never call me by a cute nickname,” he mumbled, fidgeting with the hem of his sweatshirt. “It’s always ‘Jay’ this, ‘Jay’ that. I don’t know, it sounds too formal.”

A smile slipped out before you could stop it.

“Oh yeah? And what do you want me to call you?”

Jay was about to answer, but before he could, a voice interrupted from the doorway.

“Are you guys having a romantic moment or what?”

Ni-ki appeared with a mischievous grin, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. Jay immediately rolled his eyes.

“Go away,” he said flatly, not even looking at him.

“Wow, so rude,” Ni-ki chuckled. “But seriously, what’s up with you now?”

Jay sighed tiredly, but when it became clear that Ni-ki wasn’t going anywhere, he finally gave in.

“I was just saying that they never call me by a cute nickname,” he explained with a pout.

“Oh, poor thing,” Ni-ki mocked, placing a dramatic hand over his chest. “Do you want to be called ‘teddy bear’ or something?”

Laughter burst out of you before you could hold it in. Jay shot Ni-ki a glare, but the younger boy just held up his hands in surrender.

“Alright, alright, I’m leaving. You guys enjoy your little couple talk,” he said, turning away with a teasing smile.

Once he was gone, Jay sighed and rested his head on your shoulder, hiding his face against your neck.

“Ni-ki’s so annoying,” he muttered against your skin.

You chuckled softly, running your fingers through his hair.

“He is,” you agreed, stroking his hair gently. “But he has a point.”

Jay lifted his head slightly, curiosity flickering in his eyes.

You smiled before leaning closer to his ear.

“You’re my teddy bear,” you whispered playfully.

Jay blinked, his cheeks turning bright red in an instant.

“That’s even worse!” he exclaimed, covering his face.

You giggled fondly before taking his hands and intertwining your fingers with his.

“Okay, okay… but tell me, what do you want me to call you?”

Jay stared at you in silence for a moment, then sighed with a small smile.

“I don’t know, anything… just something sweet,” he murmured, tucking his face into your neck again.

Smiling, you placed a soft kiss on his hair.

“Alright, sweetheart.”

The quiet sigh Jay let out was barely noticeable, but the way he held onto you just a little tighter said it all.

“This is much better,” he whispered, a warm smile tugging at his lips.

Jake☆!

Jake was lying on the living room floor, legs stretched out and a soft smile on his face as he played with Layla. The puppy wagged her tail enthusiastically, pouncing over and over on the toy that Jake spun between his hands. The scene was so adorable that you almost felt bad interrupting it, but still, you called out to him from the couch, trying to get his attention.

"Jake! Can you come here for a second?"

Jake lifted his head immediately, as if unsure he'd heard correctly. His eyes widened slightly, and for a moment, he stayed completely still, still holding Layla’s toy. The surprise on his face was so obvious that you had to bite your lip to keep from laughing.

"Did you just call me Jake?" he asked, squinting slightly and letting out a soft chuckle—though there was something in his gaze that seemed genuinely displeased.

"Yeah, what about it?" you replied, raising an eyebrow.

Jake set the toy aside and slowly got up, crawling toward you with deliberate movements. He rested his arms on the edge of the couch, leaning in until your faces were only inches apart.

"I don’t like it when you call me that," he murmured with a slight pout. "It sounds too… ordinary."

"But it’s your name, Jake." You emphasized his name on purpose, enjoying the way his jaw clenched slightly.

He rolled his eyes with an exaggerated sigh and took your hands in his, as if that would help convince you.

"Yeah, but not from you," he insisted, lowering his voice. "‘Jake’ is what everyone calls me. Not you."

The way he looked at you, with his lips pressed together and his brows slightly furrowed, had an unmistakable hint of tenderness that made you smile involuntarily. His fingers tangled gently with yours, playing with them as if trying to distract himself.

"Ah, I see. So, my boy gets upset when I call him by his name," you teased, intertwining your fingers with his.

Jake scoffed, but the faint blush on his cheeks betrayed him.

"I’m not upset… I just don’t like it," he muttered, pressing his lips into a thin line. "I want you to call me the way you always do."

You noticed how his hands tightened around yours, as if afraid you might do it again.

"Alright, my love," you whispered with a smile.

Jake closed his eyes for a moment, as if savoring the way it sounded on your lips. Then, without warning, he nestled into your arms and rested his head on your shoulder, letting out a deep sigh.

"That’s much better," he murmured against your skin, his voice laced with contentment.

You smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his hair as your fingers ran gently down his back. Layla let out a quiet bark beside you, as if protesting the lack of attention, but Jake didn’t even budge.

"You know this is a little dramatic, right?" you murmured in amusement.

"I don’t care," he replied, snuggling closer. "Just let me stay like this for a while."

And by the way he held onto you, you knew there was no way you’d ever call him ‘Jake’ again.

Sunghoon☆!

You were leaning against one of the tables in the café, chatting casually with a friend. The conversation flowed lightheartedly between laughter, but every now and then, your eyes drifted toward Sunghoon, who sat a few meters away with his headphones in and his phone in hand.

When your gazes met, you smiled and raised a hand in greeting.

"Sunghoon, come here for a second!" you called, gesturing with your hand.

He lifted his head, hesitating at first, but eventually put his headphones in his pocket and walked toward you with slow steps. The usual soft smile on his face had vanished, and the way his lips were pressed together made you blink in confusion.

"What's wrong?" you asked when he reached your side.

Sunghoon shook his head, shrugging, but avoided your gaze. He merely clicked his tongue lightly, crossing his arms and glancing toward the window.

"Is something bothering you?" you insisted, frowning. "Are you upset that I was talking to him?"

"No," he answered quickly, rolling his eyes. "It's not that."

The dry tone of his voice and the way his fingers tapped against his arm gave him away. You sighed, saying goodbye to your friend before gently taking Sunghoon by the wrist and leading him to a more private corner.

"Hey, are you sure nothing's wrong?" you murmured, searching his eyes. "You've been acting strange since you came over."

Sunghoon puffed out his cheeks, avoiding your gaze.

"It's just… you called me 'Sunghoon,'" he finally admitted, a small pout forming on his lips. "Not even a 'baby' or anything. It sounded like you didn’t even know me."

Surprise made you blink a couple of times before a small laugh escaped you. Sunghoon scrunched his nose, clearly offended.

"Ah, so that's what it was," you smiled, tightening your grip on his wrist slightly. "I thought you didn’t like that kind of thing in public. The nicknames and all…"

He huffed, clicking his tongue in irritation.

"I just don’t like other guys thinking I'm not your boyfriend," he muttered, a soft blush rising to his cheeks. "I like it when you call me cute things, not just my name. It sounds too cold."

The sincerity in his tone and the way his gaze shifted anxiously, as if looking for an escape, made you smile fondly.

"Wow, I didn’t know you were this sensitive," you teased gently.

Sunghoon puffed out his cheeks again, turning his gaze away with a small scoff.

"I’m not sensitive…" he grumbled, though the way his fingers intertwined with yours completely contradicted him. "I just… like it when it sounds like I’m special."

With a soft smile, you stood on your tiptoes and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. The blush on his face deepened instantly, and though he tried to keep his annoyed expression, his lips began to curve slightly.

"Alright then, ‘baby,’" you whispered sweetly.

Sunghoon let out a quiet sigh, and though he crossed his arms as if still upset, he didn’t move away. On the contrary, he leaned his forehead a little closer to yours, his eyes slightly narrowed.

"Much better," he murmured, and though his voice was soft and serious, you could feel his smile against your skin—warm and small.

Sunoo☆!

The challenge had started as a simple joke—just to see how Sunoo would react if you called him by his name instead of the affectionate nicknames he loved so much. The guys—Jay, Niki, and Sunghoon—could barely contain their laughter when they saw you walk into the room with that fake serious expression. They hid behind the slightly open door, trying not to make a sound while you prepared to set the plan in motion.

Sunoo was sitting on the mattress, legs crossed, phone in hand. The soft afternoon light streamed through the window, casting warm highlights in his hair. His fingers moved quickly across the screen, and his calm expression made you hesitate for a second before clearing your throat.

"Sunoo! Come here for a second!" you called, trying to sound natural.

At the sound of his name, Sunoo immediately lifted his head. His expression shifted from surprise to annoyance in the blink of an eye, and his eyes narrowed as he looked at you as if you had just said the most ridiculous thing in the world. His jaw tensed slightly, and his lips pressed together, making it clear that he was not in the mood for jokes.

"What did you just say?" he asked, setting his phone aside and getting up with quick steps. His tone was colder than usual, and the way he held your gaze without blinking made it impossible to take the situation lightly.

"I called you, what’s the problem?" you defended yourself, biting your lip to keep from laughing.

"Don’t call me that!" he protested immediately, frowning. "It sounds horrible. Like I’m just any other person."

The firmness in his voice and the way he crossed his arms in front of you, chin raised and eyes shining with a mix of irritation and defiance, made it clear that the challenge was working. Sometimes, the confidence in Sunoo’s gaze managed to disarm you faster than you were willing to admit.

"But it’s your name, Sunoo," you insisted with a teasing smile, provoking him on purpose.

At the sound of his name again, Sunoo let out an irritated huff, rolling his eyes and pressing his lips together in frustration.

"No more ‘Sunoo!’" he demanded, his voice sharp. "Call me ‘baby’ or ‘my love.’ That sounds much nicer. That’s what I want to hear."

It was right then that a small, choked noise broke the silence. Someone—clearly Niki—let out a stifled giggle, and the faint sound made Sunoo turn sharply toward the door. His eyes narrowed, and before the guys could react, he marched toward it with quick, firm steps.

"Ah! So this was a joke, huh?" he muttered, swinging the door open to find all three of them barely holding back laughter. "Very funny. Really."

Jay and Sunghoon raised their hands in surrender, but Niki burst into laughter, leaning on Jay’s shoulder as he doubled over. Sunoo clenched his jaw, rolling his eyes in irritation before slamming the door shut with a sharp huff.

"You guys are so annoying," he mumbled, pressing his lips together as he rested his head against the door. His expression remained serious, and the faint redness on his cheeks only made his frustration more obvious.

You sighed with a guilty smile, stepping closer to him softly. Before he could complain again, you took his wrist and led him back to the mattress, gently guiding him to sit down as you settled beside him, wrapping your arms around him.

"I’m sorry, baby," you whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his flushed cheek. "You know it was just a joke. Don’t be mad."

Sunoo huffed, turning his head away from you. His lips remained pressed in a pout, and the way he kept his arms crossed against his chest made it clear that his annoyance hadn’t faded yet.

"You’re all so cruel," he mumbled, his tone dry and sharp. "It’s not funny."

You smiled against his skin, leaving a slow trail of kisses from his cheek down to the hollow of his neck. You felt his shoulders gradually relax, though his lips remained tight as he tried not to give in too easily.

"Will you forgive me?" you whispered, placing one last kiss near his ear. "You know I just wanted to tease you a little."

Sunoo let out a quiet sigh, resting his forehead against your shoulder, though he refused to look at you.

"Maybe…" he murmured, his voice softer but still sulky. "But you owe me cuddles. Lots of them."

And even though his face remained serious and his gaze fixed on the fabric of your shirt, the way he curled up against you, eyes fluttering shut and hands gripping your clothes, made it clear that his anger wouldn’t last much longer.

Jungwon☆!

The argument had ended a few minutes ago, but the silence between the two of you felt heavy and cold. Jungwon stood in the middle of the room, biting his lip nervously, while you took a few steps toward the window, trying to calm yourself. The way you had said his name, without any of the usual affectionate nicknames, hurt him more than he wanted to admit.

"Hey... can we talk, please?" he asked in a low, uncertain voice. But you didn’t respond, keeping your gaze fixed outside, even though you weren’t really looking at anything.

"Are you really going to keep calling me that?" Jungwon insisted, taking a step closer, his dark eyes reflecting a mix of regret and sadness. The way he said your name sounded almost like a plea, so soft that the knot in your throat tightened even more.

"It’s your name, isn’t it?" you replied, trying to sound firm, though your voice wavered slightly.

Jungwon pressed his lips together, his shoulders tensing. He didn’t like hearing that, especially in that distant tone. He swallowed hard, lowering his gaze for a moment, as if debating with himself whether or not to take the next step. But the thought of you continuing to call him that was enough to make him forget his pride.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice trembling with sincerity. He stepped closer, carefully, as if afraid you would pull away.

"I really am, love. I didn’t… I didn’t want it to end like this. Please, don’t call me that."

The way his voice broke at the end made something inside you crack as well. Before you could respond, Jungwon gently took your hands, intertwining his fingers with yours. His grip was warm, but he was shaking slightly.

"I know I messed up. But please, don’t talk to me like I’m a stranger," he whispered, resting his forehead against yours, closing his eyes with an almost broken sigh.

"Call me like you used to. Just tell me you forgive me, okay?"

The pain and regret in his eyes were so evident that you couldn’t keep up the act for much longer. You sighed, closing your eyes for a moment as his fingers softly traced yours, as if afraid you’d pull away.

"Jungwon..." you started, and you felt him tense at the mention of his name again. But before he could say anything, you continued:

"It’s okay, my love. I’m not angry, just… it hurt, you know?" you admitted softly, cupping his cheek.

He let out a deep sigh of relief, so profound it was as if he had been holding his breath the entire time. He hugged you without hesitation, burying his face in your neck as he murmured apologies over and over again, clinging to you as if afraid you would disappear.

"Thank you… thank you for forgiving me, love," he whispered, and this time his voice was broken, but filled with relief and warmth.

"I love you."

And in his arms, the weight in your chest slowly began to fade away.

Ni-ki☆!

You were in the kitchen, stirring the food in the pan, when you raised your voice to call Ni-ki from the living room.

"Jake, come here for a second!"

Silence fell immediately. The moment the words left your mouth, you knew you had messed up.

From the couch, Ni-ki lifted his head with a look of disbelief. He didn’t say anything at first, but the way he narrowed his eyes made it clear that he had heard you perfectly.

He stood up and walked toward the kitchen with slow steps, crossing his arms.

"What did you just say?" he asked, his tone dripping with irritation.

You froze for a moment, feeling the tension in the air.

"I'm sorry, Ni-ki… I meant—"

"Oh, so not only do you not call me by a cute nickname, but you say someone else’s name instead?" he interrupted, scoffing in annoyance. "And Jake’s, of all people. How embarrassing."

He placed a hand over his chest dramatically, but the frown on his face showed that he was genuinely bothered.

"I'm really sorry, it wasn’t on purpose…" you murmured, taking a step toward him.

Ni-ki averted his gaze with a small huff, but the way his jaw relaxed let you know he was already getting over it.

"Just… don’t call me Jake again," he said, still keeping his arms crossed.

You smiled tenderly before gently touching his arm.

"I promise, love. I won’t do it again."

The nickname worked instantly. Ni-ki looked at you in silence for a moment, and then, without warning, leaned in and wrapped his arms around you. His embrace was firm, almost possessive.

"You’re mine, you know that?" he murmured against your lips with a mischievous smile.

Warmth bloomed in your chest, and you placed a soft kiss on his lips, lingering just enough to make the tension disappear completely.

Just then, a low chuckle came from the doorway.

"Dude, that’s disgusting," Jay said, leaning against the frame with a raised eyebrow. "So now you’re one of those ‘you’re mine’ guys? That’s new."

Ni-ki turned his head, frowning.

"What are you talking about?"

"I just remember when you used to laugh at me for being ‘cheesy’ with my girlfriend," Jay replied, making air quotes. "And look at you now—‘mine’ this, kisses everywhere."

Ni-ki opened his mouth to argue, but no comeback came to mind. His ears instantly turned red.

"Screw you, Jay."

"Gladly, but I’m enjoying the show too much." Jay smirked smugly before turning away and disappearing down the hallway.

Jay smirked smugly before turning away and disappearing down the hallway. Ni-ki let out a frustrated sigh and rested his forehead on your shoulder, mumbling something under his breath.

"What was that?" you asked, laughing.

"I hate him," he muttered against your neck, clinging even tighter to you.

"And here I thought you were tough, Ni-ki."

He lifted his head with a frown, but the way he held onto your waist even more tightly gave him away—deep down, he didn’t mind at all.

"Hii! Now that I'm back, I'd love to know, do you have any ideas or suggestions for what you'd like to see next? I'm open to recommendations, so feel free to comment. I'm reading you!" ❤❤❤