#straykids reaction

[ivyues]

Cold Hands, Warm Hearts: Stray Kids’ reactions to their S/O always having cold hands

Bang Chan

The soft hum of music played in the background as you sat back on your boyfriend’s bed, scrolling absentmindedly on your phone while he worked on his laptop beside you.

Chris reached out absentmindedly, his fingers brushing against the back of your hand. His hand paused. Then, he touched your hand again, this time with more intent.

His brows furrowed as he turned to look at you. “Are you cold? Do you want me to turn the AC down? Or do you need a hoodie?” He was already shifting like he was about to get up and grab something for you.

You felt your face get warm. “Chris, stopstop, it’s fine—” you stammered, covering your face with your sleeves. “I’m not even that cold.”

A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he leaned back, watching you with amusement. “You sure?”

“I’m sure!” You peeked at him through your fingers, only to see the teasing glint in his eyes. “My hands are just always cold.”

He reached out again, this time taking your hand properly and wrapping his fingers around it. His grip was warm, steady, and familiar. “Well, even if you won’t take a hoodie, at least let me warm your hands for a bit.”

Your heart skipped a beat. He wasn’t even doing much – just holding your hand – but the way his thumb gently rubbed against your skin made it feel so much more intimate. You wanted to melt.

Trying to ignore the way your stomach flipped, you huffed. “You’re so annoying.”

Chan only grinned, his dimples appearing. “Yeah, yeah. But you love me.”

And, well… he wasn’t wrong.

Lee Know

“Tch.” Lee Know shook his head as he noticed you rubbing your hands together for warmth. But before you could defend yourself, he grabbed one of your hands, his warm fingers wrapping firmly around yours. Without a word, he shoved both of your hands into the pocket of his coat.

Surprised, you glanced up at him, but he was already looking ahead, a faint dusting of pink on his cheeks. “I swear, you’re a hassle,” he muttered, tugging you along with him as we walked.

“You’re the one who grabbed my hand,” you teased, enjoying the warmth that spread from where our hands were joined.

Lee Know scoffed, squeezing your fingers lightly. “Yeah, well, I don’t want to hear you complaining about having cold hands again.”

With that, he picked up the pace, his steps quicker than before. You stumbled slightly, trying to match his speed as he dragged you along.

“Minho, why are you walking so fast?!” you gasped, struggling to keep up.

“You were walking too slow before,” he said simply, glancing at me with a smirk. “And you're warming up this way.”

“I swear, you just like making me suffer,” you muttered under your breath as you tried to match his strides.

Lee Know let out an amused chuckle but didn’t slow down. If anything, he tugged you closer, ensuring that even as he sped up, our hands stayed firmly together in his pocket. The warmth of his hand, the way he stubbornly held onto me despite his teasing, made my heart race a bit faster.

Lee Know turned his head slightly, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Nah,” he said, squeezing my fingers again, “I just like keeping you close.”

Changbin

“Binnie~” you cooed, snuggling closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder.

He chuckled at your tone, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you even closer. “What is it, baby?” he asked, amused.

“I just love you so much,” you said sweetly, peppering his cheek with soft kisses. Your fingers traced small his arm as you sighed dreamily. “You’re the best boyfriend ever.”

Changbin’s heart melted at your sudden burst of affection. He adored how cuddly and cute you could be, and he wouldn’t trade these moments for anything. “Aww, what’s gotten into you?” he teased, though he was clearly enjoying the attention.

“I just wanna love you,” you giggled, wrapping your arms around his torso. You nuzzled into his neck, your lips brushing against his skin as you whispered, “You’re so warm.”

And he was. That was the whole point. Because, unbeknownst to him, your hands were freezing.

You slowly slid your hands under his shirt, pressing your icy fingers against his warm back.

“AH—!” Changbin jolted, his entire body tensing as he let out a strangled yelp. “Y/N, what the—?!”

You burst into laughter, holding onto him as he squirmed. “I was cold!” you confessed between giggles. “And you’re so warm, Binnie~”

He whipped his head around to glare at you, but his pout only made you laugh harder. “Wah.. All that cuteness—just to attack me with your freezing hands?”

You pouted, batting your eyelashes innocently. “But I love you…”

Changbin groaned, but his ears were red, and you knew he secretly enjoyed your antics. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer to warm you up without you sticking your hands up his shirt.

Hyunjin

The moment you stepped back into the room after washing your hands, you found Hyunjin sprawled across the couch, his limbs taking up the space. The soft glow of the room made his features look even more delicate. But the pout on his lips told you something’s up.

“Love,” he whined, stretching his arms. “Come here.”

You raised an eyebrow, walking closer. “What’s wrong?”

He let out a dramatic sigh and shifted to sit up, looking at you with those warm brown eyes that never fail to make your heart race. “My face feels puffy,” he mumbled. “And your hands are always cold. Can you put them on my face?”

A soft giggle escaped your lips as you shook your head at him, but your heart melted at the request. “You just want an excuse to be pampered, don’t you?”

Hyunjin grined but doesn’t deny it. Instead, he pat his cheeks with a finger. “Please?”

Rolling your eyes playfully, you stepped closer and placed your hands on either side of his face. The instant your cold fingers made contact with his warm skin, he shuddered dramatically, letting out a satisfied sigh.

“Ohhh, that’s nice,” he murmured, leaning into your touch. His lashes fluttered shut, and for a moment, he looked completely at peace.

You couldn't help but smile, your thumbs gently brushing against his soft skin. “You’re so dramatic.”

Hyunjin cracked one eye open, smirking. “And yet, you love me for it.”

You laughed, but he’s not wrong. Leaning down, you pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, and his arms immediately wrapped around your waist, pulling you onto his lap.

“Now you’re stuck,” he humed. “Gotta stay and keep my face cool.”

Han

Han had invited you out for a late-night stroll after practice, claiming he needed fresh air – and an excuse to see you, as he later admitted with a sheepish grin.

Walking beside him, you glanced at him curiously as he wordlessly pushed his sleeve down over his hand, wrapping it in the fabric until only his fingertips peeked out. Then, in an exaggeratedly careful manner, he reached his bundled-up hand out towards you.

You blinked. “What… are you doing?”

He didn’t meet your eyes, feigning nonchalance. “What do you mean? I’m just, y’know… offering my hand like a normal boyfriend.”

You stifled a giggle, eyes flickering to his sleeve-covered fingers. “Are you scared of my hands?”

“I am not scared,” he insisted immediately, though the slight pout on his lips told another story. “I’m just… preparing myself! Last time felt like grabbing an ice cube straight from the freezer. I have to take necessary precautions.”

Shaking your head fondly, you took his offered hand, feeling the warmth of his palm even through the fabric. Han let out a small, satisfied hum, as if proud of his clever solution. After a few moments of walking in silence, he finally glanced at you from the corner of his eye.

“Not bad, right?” he murmured.

You squeezed his hand lightly, your cold fingers pressing against the soft material of his sleeve. “Not bad at all.”

Han grinned. “Good. Because I plan to keep holding your hand all night – and without dying.”

Felix

Felix had always been an affectionate person. But every time he tried to lace his fingers with yours, you always found a way to avoid it – adjusting your bag, fixing your sleeve, pretending to check your phone. At first, he thought it was a coincidence, but after months, he knew better.

And so, one evening, he decided to ask you.

"Baby… Can I ask you something?" His voice was soft, uncertain.

You turned to him, slightly caught off guard by his serious tone. "Of course."

"Why don’t you ever hold my hand?" He looked down, fiddling with the rings on his fingers. "I’ve tried so many times, but you always dodge it." His eyes flickered up to meet yours, warm and a little nervous. "If you don’t like it, you don’t have to, I promise. I just… wanted to know why."

Your stomach twisted with embarrassment. You hadn’t meant to make him feel rejected – it was the last thing you wanted.

"It’s not that I don’t want to," you admitted. "It’s just… my hands are always cold."

Felix blinked. "Cold?"

You nodded, rubbing your palms together. "Like, ridiculously cold. Ice cube levels. I just figured… it wouldn’t be pleasant for you." You hesitated before adding.

For a moment, Felix just stared at you, his expression unreadable. Then, without warning, he reached for your hand.

"Felix—"

He took it in both of his, his warmth instantly wrapping around your fingers. He squeezed lightly, as if to reassure you.

"You weren’t making me uncomfortable," he said firmly. "I just want to hold your hand because it’s yours. I don’t care if it’s cold."

Seungmin

Seungmin lounged comfortably on the couch with you, his phone in one hand and a lazy smile tugging at his lips. Setting his phone down, he reached into his hoodie pocket.

“Ah, here,” he said simply, tossing something at you.

You barely managed to catch it, blinking down at the small, round object in your hands. It was a hand warmer, soft to the touch, with a cute puppy face printed on it. 

“Where did you—?”

“Just take it,” he interrupted, leaning his head back against the couch. “I swear, every time we go out, you’re always complaining about how cold your hands are. This way, I won’t have to hear it anymore.”

Despite his teasing tone, there was something undeniably fond in his expression, in the way he glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, as if checking to see if you liked it.

Your heart did an embarrassing little flip. You turned the hand warmer over in your palm, unable to stop the small smile forming on your lips. “It’s a puppy,” you pointed out, amused.

“Yeah, well, you like cute things,” Seungmin shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “And you’re basically useless when your hands are cold, so it’s a win-win.”

You scoffed, tossing a cushion at him, which he dodged effortlessly. “You could’ve just admitted that you’re being nice to me.”

“Don’t get used to it.” But his voice was light, and the corners of his mouth twitched as if he was holding back a real smile. “You’re welcome, by the way.”

Then, with a teasing glint in his eye, he added, “But don’t you dare forget it the next time we go out.”

I.N

It was freezing outside, and despite being bundled up, the cold still seeped through your fingers. Your boyfriend was sitting on the floor in front of the coffee table, scrolling through his phone, completely unaware of the mischievous plan forming in your mind.

A smirk crept onto your lips as you slowly inched closer. You knew he hated the cold, and his reactions were always priceless. Silently, you slipped behind him and pressed your freezing fingers against the warm skin of his neck.

“AHH!” I.N practically yelped, his whole body jerking as he scrambled forward. He whipped around with wide eyes, hand clapping over his neck as he stared at you in betrayal. “Yah! Why would you do that?!”

You burst into laughter, clutching your stomach. His pout deepened, and he crossed his arms. “That was so mean,” he whined.

Still giggling, you reached out, but he flinched away dramatically. “No! I don’t trust you anymore,” he huffed, scooting further from you.

“Aww, come on,” you teased. But before you could get any closer, I.N lunged at you, pinning you down as his fingers found your sides.

“No—AH! Stop!” you squealed, writhing under his relentless tickles. You kicked your legs, trying to escape, but he showed no mercy.

“If you get to mess with me, then I get to mess with you,” he laughed as you gasped for breath.

“Okay! Okay! I won’t do it again!” you cried between giggles, tears forming in your eyes.

I.N finally stopped, letting you catch your breath. He sat back with a triumphant smile

You glared at him playfully, rubbing your sides. “This isn’t over,” you muttered under your breath, already plotting your next move.

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[christopher-bangnaldoskzz]

Pairing: Bangchan x Female Reader

Word count: 1.7 k

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, there is sexual content within this fiction so if that make you feel uncomfortable then please don't read.

Summary: Chan has been traveling with his band, and you decide to surprise him by flying to Sydney to see him. Desperate to be with you, he sneaks you into his hotel for some privacy and takes you for a late-night swim.

“No one can see you,” Chan whispers softly into your ear, his voice low and caressing. His warm, intoxicating breath dances across your skin, sending a thrilling sensation racing down your spine as he presses you firmly against the cool, smooth tiles of the pool wall. The water around you, lapping gently, creates a rhythmic sound that envelops you in an intimate cocoon, isolating both of you from the outside world. It feels like a secret haven where only the two of you exist.

As Chan’s hands roam over your skin, his fingertips glide along your arms with a delicate touch that is both tender and electrifying. His hands’ warmth contrasts with the tiles’ coolness, heightening your senses. Each gentle caress ignites every nerve ending, sending shivers cascading down your body like gentle waves lapping at the shore. You can feel your heart racing, echoing the moment’s thrill as his presence envelops you completely, intensifying the intimacy shared in this secluded space.

You can feel the warmth radiating from him, an unsettling but exhilarating mix of desire and anticipation that hangs thickly in the air, electrifying the atmosphere. The dim light overhead dances across the water’s surface, casting playful shadows that swirl and shift around you, enhancing the sense of isolation. In this secluded moment, time seems to stretch and blur, as if the world has paused to give way to the intensity of your connection.

“What if someone comes up here?” you whisper, your breath coming in soft, uneven gasps as anticipation tingles through your body. Your heart races as Chan leans in closer. His warm breath lightly brushes against your skin; with each gentle kiss, he places along the sensitive curve of your neck. It’s just the two of you, lost in this intimate moment. The ache of worry about being discovered only intensifies the electric connection between you.

“Relax, Joseph is guarding the staircase up here,” he says, his voice low and teasing. You can practically feel the smirk on his lips as he nestles his head deeper into your neck, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down your spine. “It’s just you and me out here,” he murmurs, his words hanging in the air, filled with an intoxicating mixture of mischief and intimacy. The atmosphere around you feels charged, a cocoon of privacy that amplifies the moment’s thrill, making you acutely aware of every brush of your skin against his.

“And are you certain that no one can see us?” Your voice quivered with anxiety, each word laced with the unsettling thought of a potential betrayal. The image of someone capturing moments between you and Chan and then leaking them to the media loomed ominously in your mind. You glanced around, half-expecting a hidden camera lurking in the shadows, amplifying your unease.

“I will never let anyone see you… I promise,” he whispered softly, his voice barely above a murmur. He gently lifted your chin with his index finger as he spoke, tilting your face upward. You met his gaze, losing yourself in the depths of his sparkling sepia-brown eyes, twinkling with warmth and determination. The world around you faded away as the moment’s intensity enveloped both of you, creating a private bubble in which only the two of you existed.

His lips find yours in a tantalizing kiss that steals the breath from your lungs and sends a rush of warmth through your body. It’s a kiss that seems to erase all thoughts, leaving you momentarily suspended in a blissful haze, lost in the moment’s sweetness. Your senses heighten as you feel the gentle pressure of his lips, soft yet fervent, igniting a spark deep within you. Time stands still, and all the world’s worries fade away, leaving only the two of you in this intoxicating embrace.

Your fingers glide gently over his sculpted back, feeling the contours of his muscles beneath your touch as he pushes you closer against the cool, smooth surface of the tiled pool wall. The warmth of his body contrasts the refreshing chill of the tiles, creating a delicious tension between heat and cold as you both become lost in the moment. Each movement sends ripples through the water, heightening the intimacy of the encounter, and you can sense the exhilaration building with your body. 

His hand stays steady as it firmly grips your hips, a possessive declaration in his touch. “You’re all mine,” he growls. He leans in, capturing your lips in a brief, electrifying peck, a taste of something deeper simmering beneath the surface. Pulling back just enough to gaze into your eyes, he breathes softly into your neck, his warm breath sending delightful tingles across your skin. “No one will ever catch a glimpse of what’s mine,” he whispers, the intensity in his voice resonating, making it clear that this moment belongs solely to the two of you.

He stretches out his hand towards the delicate bikini string, his fingers grazing your skin with a feather-light touch. The warmth of his body radiates as he inches closer, each moment stretching out the tension in the air. With deliberate slowness, he skillfully begins to unravel the intricate bow you had tied with such care, each gentle tug of the fabric loosening the delicate knot you meticulously crafted just moments before. 

The moonlight spills over your skin, illuminating you in a soft glow. At the same time, a playful breeze sweeps through, rustling the leaves nearby and further heightening the charged atmosphere surrounding you both. His gaze remains fixed on his task as if he’s completely enveloped in the moment. 

With the same patient precision, he moves to the drawstring fastened around your neck, his fingers deftly coaxing the knot free. The intimacy of each motion ignites within your body.

Chan took a moment to carefully adjust your position, making sure you felt secure and comfortable nestled in the corner of the pool. His broad shoulder pressed against you, creating a reassuring barrier that shielded you from the world. As his fingers delicately glided along the fabric of your bottoms, a warm sensation spread through you, heightening your awareness of the moment. With a gentle tug, he helped you step out of them, ultimately freeing you from their constraint and allowing you to feel the cool water envelop you in a soothing embrace.

“Fuck,” Chan mutters under his breath, halting abruptly as he takes a moment to absorb the sight of you standing before him. His brow furrows slightly, a mix of surprise and uncertainty crossing his features as he draws in a deep, steadying breath, grounding himself in the moment. The tension in the air is thick and electrifying, his gaze lingering on you with an almost palpable intensity. “I still can’t believe you flew all the way here for me,” he says quietly, his nose brushing softly against yours, a fleeting touch that sends a ripple of heat between you.

You leaned in slowly, feeling the warmth radiating from Chan as you drew closer. With gentle intention, you pressed your lips softly against his, savouring the moment. The kiss was tender and lingering, a sweet connection that felt electric and calming. You could feel his warm and inviting breath mingling with yours as time stood still in that intimate exchange. Chan opens his mouth to you, and your tongue slides inside, twisting against his as he lets out a sweet hum. 

“I missed you,” your voice trembled softly. The words spilled from your lips like a gentle caress, each syllable infused with a warmth that made the confession all the more profound.

“I need you so fucking bad”, he murmured, his fingertips lightly tracing the curve of your breast. 

“Then take me,” you whisper, your lips hovering tantalizingly close to his, a mere breath apart. The warmth of your breath brushes against his skin. You can see his chest rise and fall as his breath catches, a fleeting moment of hesitation before he once again kisses you moving his hand down to cup your ass, lifting your body. Hence, your bare core now sits just above his rigid member. 

Pulling his swim trunks down just enough for his hard cock to bounce free. “I’m a bit rusty, so I'll have to take it nice and slow”, he growls, entering your core slowly, hugging for a moment while he allows your wall to stretch around him. 

“Oh, please”, you beg, frustrated with how slow things have progressed, his hips slowly thrusting deeper inside you with every stride. 

“Fuck”, his grown, sending a shot of pleasure down your spine. Slowly placing light genital kisses down your throat before selling into your neck to breathe in your cent.

You begin to roll your hips as a moan of pleasure escapes, causing Chan to quicken his pace. “If you keep doing that, baby, I’m going to cum inside you.” 

“Please”, you cry as you use your feet to shove him deeper inside you as you again begin to roll your hips. 

“Are you sure?” Chan pulls back slightly, his eyes searching yours for clarity. The concern etched on his face deepens as he seeks an answer.

“I'm so sure”, you moan as the wave of pleasure increases to build, resulting in the sensation that makes your skin feel like it is being scorched.

“Fuck” He lets out a low grunt, a sound that escapes his lips almost instinctively. With a deliberate motion, he runs his finger through his tousled hair, the strands glistening slightly as they slide through his fingers “you're going to be the death of me”, his eyes tracing your lips before he silences your moans with his mouth. 

With just a few more thrusts and Chan tipping over the edge, the pent-up orgasm spills over, releasing a massive wave of pleasure, sending your body vibrating. 

“That’s it, baby,” Chan whispered softly, a warm smile spreading across his face as he gently threaded his fingers through your hair. His touch was both tender and reassuring, sending a wave of comfort through you as he leaned closer, his gaze filled with warmth and affection as he helped you ride out your orgasm. 

“We should continue this downstairs,” Chan says with a playful grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief. You find yourself momentarily out of breath, the thrill of the moment leaving you a bit dizzy, but you nod your head in agreement. 

“Good, now get dressed,” he said with a playful wink, his eyes sparkling mischievously. He leaned in, brushing his lips against yours for one final, sweet kiss, leaving a lingering sense of warmth and affection between you.

Taglist: @daceydeath @krishastumblernow @bakedlilgoonie @cakeracha @armystay89

[skzophreniic]

⍣ ೋ cw: stressed channie. oral (m.receiving). drool. face fucking. mdni.

your mouth is warm—too warm, too wet, too much. he’s sinking into it, into you, into the way you’re sucking him down like it’s the only thing you’ve wanted all day.

chris can’t fucking breathe.

his head tips back against the couch, jaw slack, muscles wound too tight. he’s been tense since he walked through the door, shoulders locked up from hours of studio work, from endless meetings, from carrying everything like it’s his job to keep the world from falling apart.

and now you’re here, pulling him apart instead.

his hands grip the cushions because he doesn’t trust himself to touch you. he’s so fucking tired, too exhausted to think, to move, to even ask for this—and yet, you’re on your knees between his thighs, wrecking him without hesitation.

it’s almost embarrassing how quickly he’s unraveling. his cock is twitching, throbbing against your tongue, already leaking, already making a mess of your lips.

you hum, the vibration shooting straight through him, and his whole body shudders. his thighs tense, his breath stutters, and he’s so overwhelmed, so fucking sensitive from the stress weighing him down all day that he feels like he’s going to snap in half.

fuck. fuck. fuck.

he can’t last.

not with you sucking him down like you own him, not with your hands gripping at his skin like you need this just as much as he does, not with your mouth so obscene, so pretty around his cock, dripping spit, slick, hot, messy.

and you know it.

you can feel it in the way his body reacts to every flick of your tongue, in the way his abs flex, in the way his fingers keep twitching, like he wants to grab your hair, wants to push you down, wants to lose himself in your mouth

 but he’s holding back, because he’s still chris, still the leader, still the responsible one. so you make the choice for him.

you sink down, take him deeper, let him feel the tight heat of your throat swallowing around him.

 chris chokes on a moan.

his hand jerks forward before he can stop it, fingers curling at the base of your skull. you gag around him, spit leaking from the corners of your mouth, and something in him snaps. his hips jerk, his restraint crumbling. he’s thrusting up before he can stop himself, before he can think, before he can remind himself to be careful, to be gentle—

but you let him. take it. swallow him down like you want him to use you.

he’s trembling. every muscle locked up, every nerve fried, his brain completely white-noise static. he can barely think. barely breathe. he’s needed this for so long, needed something to rip him out of his own head, to quiet the noise, to make him forget—

 and you’re giving it to him.

he’s close. too fucking close. the tight coil in his gut is already snapping, the pleasure rolling through him too sharp, too consuming, too fucking much.

and then he’s gone.

his hips stutter, his entire body locking up, and he whimpers, so wrecked, so desperate, so far fucking gone he doesn’t even care how pathetic he sounds. he spills into your mouth, pulse after pulse, hot and thick, and you take it. swallow it. let him fuck his way through it until he’s drained, until he’s spent, until he’s slumped against the couch, gasping for air.

you wipe your mouth, glance up at him through heavy lashes, and say nothing.

because you know what you’ve done. because chris knows he’ll let you do it again.

[zeroseuniverse]

ahhh that zb1 ask of the idol crush looking damn good and walking past their table at awards was scrumdillyumptious! perchance, could the same prompt be applied to skz?

Stray Kids When Their Idol Crush Looks Too Good Walking Past Their Table at an Award Show

Taglist: @sh0dor1 @zaycie @tinyelfperson @ltfircracker @lezleeferguson-120 @emilywjinnie @torkorpse

Bang Chan

Chan is deep in conversation with the members, but the second you step into his line of vision, he completely loses his train of thought. His mouth parts slightly as he watches you glide past their table, looking effortlessly stunning under the stage lights. He blinks rapidly, trying to compose himself, but Felix nudges him with a knowing smirk. "Hyung, you good?" "Yeah," he clears his throat, sitting up straighter. "I just—wow." Seungmin snorts. "Real smooth." Chan can only chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck, but his eyes keep flickering back to you when he thinks no one is watching.

Lee Know

Minho is casually sipping his drink, effortlessly cool as always—until he sees you. His grip on the cup tightens slightly, and his eyes subtly follow your every movement as you pass by. Felix catches him staring and wiggles his eyebrows. "Hyung, you’re looking a little too focused." Minho scoffs, rolling his shoulders back. "I’m just appreciating good visuals." "Uh-huh," Hyunjin teases. "Then why do you look like you just forgot how to blink?" Minho clicks his tongue and looks away with a smirk, but the slight pink in his ears betrays him.

Changbin

Changbin is laughing at something Han said when he notices you approaching. The laughter dies in his throat, and suddenly, he’s hyper-aware of everything—his posture, his expression, even his breathing. "Earth to Binnie," Han waves a hand in front of his face. Changbin doesn’t respond. His brain is buffering as he watches you pass, his jaw tightening ever so slightly. He tries to play it cool, but when you throw a polite smile in their direction, his ears burn red. Hyunjin snickers. "That was painful to watch." Changbin glares. "Shut up."

Hyunjin

Hyunjin was already feeling himself that night—perfect hair, perfect outfit, the whole deal. But the moment you walk by, it’s like his world stops. His lips part, and he sits up straighter, subtly adjusting his jacket as if that’ll somehow make him look more composed. When you glance their way, he meets your eyes for a split second, and suddenly, he’s self-aware in a way he never is. He swears his heart skips a beat. Felix leans over, whispering, "Hyung, you’re literally blushing." "Shut up," Hyunjin hisses, clearing his throat and forcing himself to look away. But inside? Absolute meltdown.

Han

Han is in the middle of snacking when he notices you. Unfortunately, he wasn’t prepared for the way you looked that good. Cue him choking on his food. Seungmin smacks his back, sighing. "Really? This is how you go out?" Han coughs, eyes watering slightly. "I—whew—I wasn’t ready, man." You don’t seem to notice the chaos, just continuing past their table like some ethereal being. Chan shakes his head, laughing. "You’re never gonna survive if they actually talk to you, huh?" Han groans. "Don’t remind me."

Felix

Felix was already enjoying the night, but seeing you? That’s a game-changer. His usual sunshine demeanor turns into something softer, almost dazed, as he watches you walk by. "Whoa," he breathes, eyes locked on you. Hyunjin catches his expression and grins. "Dude, you look like you just fell in love." Felix chuckles, rubbing his arm sheepishly. "Can you blame me?" When you turn slightly and send a small nod of acknowledgment their way, Felix practically melts. His hands go to his face immediately, and he just beams. "Okay, yeah," he sighs. "I’m doomed."

Seungmin

Seungmin is usually the most composed, but even he isn’t immune. He watches you walk by with an unreadable expression, his fingers tapping lightly against the table. The only sign of his inner turmoil? The way he subtly swallows and shifts in his seat. Jeongin grins. "Hyung, your ears are turning red." Seungmin scoffs. "That’s just the lighting." "Uh-huh," Han smirks. "And the way you keep staring?" Seungmin huffs, looking away. "I was just analyzing their stage presence." But the way his gaze flickers back to you immediately after? Yeah, he’s caught.

I.N

Jeongin thinks he’s prepared for anything—until you casually strut past like you own the place. His confidence takes an instant hit. He stiffens in his seat, suddenly questioning everything. Should he adjust his tie? Fix his hair? Why does his hand feel awkward just sitting there?? Felix catches him panicking and grins. "You okay, maknae?" Jeongin lets out a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yep. Totally fine. Just—uh—breathing." When you glance his way and offer a slight smile, he freezes completely. It takes Seungmin flicking his forehead to snap him out of it. "Yeah," Jeongin mutters under his breath. "Doomed."

[whatdoyouwanttocallmefor]

Their reaction when their s/o suprise them at their concert (Hyung Line)

This is the Hyung Line version. The Maknae Line will be in the next post so stay tuned!!

WARNING: NONE!

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🐺 Bang Chan

The energy in the stadium was electrifying, the deafening cheers of thousands of fans blending with the music. Bang Chan was in his element, commanding the stage with ease. Sweat dripped down his temples, but the exhaustion was pushed aside by the sheer adrenaline rushing through his veins.

Then, as he glanced over the crowd, his breath hitched.

Right there, standing amongst the sea of Stays, was you.

His lips parted slightly in shock, and for a moment, he forgot what he was doing. The music continued, the members carried on, but his focus was locked onto you. His fingers curled around the mic tighter as if grounding himself, trying to process that you were really there.

A slow smile spread across his face, not just any smile, but the kind that reached his eyes, the kind he saved only for you.

Throughout the concert, he kept sneaking glances at you, throwing in little gestures just for you. A playful wink, a small wave, even a teasing eyebrow raise when he knew you were watching him closely. Fans caught on quickly, their screams growing louder every time he looked your way.

As soon as the final song ended, Chan was the first to rush backstage. His heart was hammering against his ribs, but the second he spotted you waiting for him, all the exhaustion melted away.

“You… you really came,” he breathed out, his voice barely above a whisper.

Before you could even reply, he pulled you into a crushing hug, his strong arms wrapping securely around your waist. His face found the crook of your neck, his breath warm against your skin.

“I missed you so much,” he murmured, holding you tighter, as if afraid you’d disappear.

You smiled, stroking his back. “Surprise.”

Chan chuckled against your shoulder, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes. “Best surprise ever.” Then, with a cheeky grin, he added, “But you owe me cuddles for making me almost forget my lyrics.”

---

🐇 Lee Know

Minho was focused, his every move precise as he danced flawlessly in sync with the beat. His gaze remained sharp, professional, until it landed on you.

For a split second, his smirk faltered, his steps almost stuttering. His body caught up quickly, but his mind struggled.

You were here.

A slow, knowing smirk stretched across his lips as he continued dancing, pretending like he wasn’t affected, but you knew him better than that. His eyes held something softer, something warmer.

He made sure to keep looking your way throughout the concert, as if silently saying I see you. At one point, when he passed by your side of the stage, he subtly mouthed, “Took you long enough.”

Fans screamed at the interaction, catching the way his usually serious stage persona had shifted just a little, revealing a more playful, lovestruck side of him.

When the concert ended, you barely had time to react before Minho was pulling you into a secluded corner backstage. His arms were crossed, his expression unreadable.

“So, you thought you could just show up and not tell me?” His voice was calm, but you could hear the teasing edge.

You grinned. “I wanted to surprise you.”

Minho scoffed, shaking his head. “Well, congratulations. You succeeded.”

Before you could respond, he stepped closer, his hands gently cupping your face. His eyes searched yours, his usual teasing demeanor melting into something more tender.

“I missed you,” he admitted in a rare moment of vulnerability.

Your heart swelled as you wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him closer. “I missed you too.”

Minho smirked, his lips brushing against your forehead. “Good. Now, don’t think you’re getting away without giving me all your attention for the rest of the night.”

---

🐷🐰 Changbin

Changbin was already in his zone, feeding off the energy of the crowd, his raps powerful and full of intensity. The bass vibrated through the stadium, fueling his adrenaline.

Then, in the middle of hyping up the audience, his eyes landed on you.

His brain short-circuited.

For a split second, he forgot what he was supposed to do. His breath hitched, his heart skipping a beat as he tried to process the fact that you were actually there.

A wide grin broke across his face, his smiles deepening as he pointed directly at you during his verse. Fans went wild at the sudden interaction, screaming even louder when he threw a playful wink your way.

Throughout the concert, his energy was even more intense, his jumps higher, his gestures more animated, his smiles brighter. Every now and then, he’d sneak another glance at you, shaking his head in disbelief but looking absolutely smitten.

The moment the concert ended, he wasted no time sprinting off stage. He barely had time to catch his breath before he found you.

“Y/N!” His voice was breathless, but full of excitement. He didn’t hesitate, his arms wrapped around you instantly, lifting you clean off the ground as he spun you around.

“You have no idea how happy I am right now,” he said, setting you down but keeping his arms firmly around you.

You laughed, cupping his face. “I take it you liked the surprise?”

He grinned. “Like it? I love it.” Then, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, he added, “Now, get ready for the best post-concert date ever. You owe me for making my heart race like that.”

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🦦 Hyunjin

Hyunjin was lost in the music, his movements fluid as he poured every ounce of emotion into his performance. But then, he saw you.

He froze.

It was only for a fraction of a second, but it was enough. His lips parted, his breath caught in his throat, and his usually sharp choreography faltered just slightly before he quickly recovered.

His hand flew to his mouth as if trying to stifle a reaction, but the redness creeping up his neck betrayed him. He turned away for a moment, his hand resting on his chest as he tried to regain his composure.

Fans noticed immediately. The camera caught his stunned expression, and the crowd erupted into screams. Hyunjin, still visibly flustered, peeked back at you, his eyes wide with disbelief.

As the concert continued, he couldn’t stop stealing glances at you. Every time he danced past your side, he’d bite his lip, shake his head, or flash a shy but affectionate smile. At one point, he even mouthed “You’re unbelievable.”

When the show finally ended, Hyunjin practically sprinted backstage. The moment he found you, he didn’t hesitate, he pulled you into a tight embrace, his hands clutching the fabric of your clothes like he was afraid you’d disappear.

“You didn’t tell me you were coming,” he whispered, his voice shaking slightly.

You smiled against his shoulder. “I wanted to see your reaction.”

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes still filled with disbelief. “I could cry right now.”

You chuckled, brushing his damp hair away from his face. “Don’t cry. You were amazing.”

Hyunjin sniffed dramatically before breaking into a soft laugh. “You’re unbelievable, you know that?” His lips brushed against your temple. “But I love you for it.”

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How's the reaction? I hope it's not that awkward. Please do go to my list if you intersted in reading my humble creations ✨️ Niweys, to the maknae line!

[dazed--xx]

SKZ!Fake Texts: “The Anti-confession” (Hyung Line)

A/N: this is not requested but I just thought about this as an angsty topic to write about. The Anti-Confession as you will see I kinda use as like a term to define that post crush confession as it’s you kinda breaking their hearts so yeah I hope you enjoy.

Chan:

Minho:

Changbin:

Hyunjin:

Taglist: @yangbbokari

[c0llisiion]

✦ C0LLISIION’s

KINKTOBER’24 ✦

♱ HEY GUYS! I have decided to participate in kinktober this year cus i realised i haven’t posted anything throughout September 😭 THIS IS MY FIRST EVER KINKTOBER SO IM REALLY EXCITED!

This kinktober will be strictly for BTS, STRAYKIDS and ATEEZ. In the span of a month, i will be posting short drabbles on the weekdays and not the weekends (to avoid burnout) excluding the first week, with a total days of 25. the first fic will be posted on OCT 1 and the rest will come in the following order.

Warning: some of the following prompt/kinks might be uncomfortable to some readers, so please refrain from reading further. Fics will be short drabbles and nothing more than that. Please be respectful and cooperative with me! Tysm!

✦ day 1 - namjoon : titfucking

✦ day 2 - hyunjin : hate sex

✦ day 3 - hongjoong : prostitution

✦ day 4 - hoseok : dubcon

✦ day 5 - bangchan : corruption

✦ day 6 - choi san : virginity

✦ day 7 - taehyung : breeding

✦ day 8 - jeongin : lactation

✦ day 9 - jimin : praise kink

✦ day 10 - lee know : humiliation

✦ day 11 - wooyoung : sensory deprivation

✦ day 12 - mingi : somnophillia

✦ day 13 - felix : noncon

✦ day 14 - lee know and bangchan : double penetration

✦ day 15 - seokjin : public sex

✦ day 16 - mingi, yunho, and seonghwa : moresome

✦ day 17 - yunho : spanking

✦ day 18 - seungmin : exhibition

✦ day 19 - yoongi : voyeurism

✦ day 20 - han jisung : deepthroating

✦ day 21 - changbin : panties

✦ day 22 - seonghwa : pregnancy

✦ day 23 - yeosang : face sitting

✦ day 24 - jongho : cockbulge

✦ day 25 - jungkook : masturbation

A/N : hope yall are excited as much as i am!! 😭😭😭 stay tuned!! <3

If you want to be part of the taglist please comment!!

[orikiys]

✿ ✿ 〞 she’s busy bro

✰ pairings: bf!skz x fem!reader

✰ genre: fluff, comedy

✰ warnings: cursing, mentions of food

CHAN & MINHO:

CHANGBIN & HYUNJIN:

HAN & FELIX:

SEUNGMIN & JEONGIN:

[whatispersonalspacejyp]

Nightly activities

Genre: Smut, (slight gang au)

Pairing: Bang Chan x (f) reader

Word Count: 1319

Warnings: Cunnilingus, nipple play, nipple piercings, blow job, using condoms (cause safety first), after care

Authors note: maybe I'll make it in some kind of universe with the other members as well ;)

Date: 15 February 2025

I turned off the water and walked out of the shower, grabbing a towel for my hair and wrapping it up before taking a second bigger one to dry myself. This whole situation is just weird: once a poor person, now living in a luxury mansion under the protection of Stray Kids.  

Putting on my panties and a shirt and for my dignity a bathrobe. It was 2 pm, and all of them were most likely asleep, but I didn’t want to risk anything.  I want some water and a small snack. The door softly opened as I sneaked out of it, I didn’t want to alarm any of the others. The kitchen was pretty much on the other side of the building, but still a few slept on this side.

I walked into the kitchen to grab a small snack and some water. Once I had everything I turned around and got scared as Chan just stood there, watching me like a hawk. Chan smirked as he noticed my scared expression before walking to me, easily lifting me up on the counter. “Shouldn’t you be asleep?” His hands stroking my thighs all while staying quiet, slowly revealing more and more of them all while looking at my face. I felt my face burning up, why was he so hot? Chan’s hands stopped at the panties with a small smirk before slowly pulling at them before going for a kiss. While I was shocked at first, I quickly collected myself and started kissing him back. It was something new, all the men before him were so quick so eager, and only cared for themselves. By now many of them would have put their dicks inside and were going at it like a wild animal. But not Chan, he was going slow, lifting me slightly to get rid of my panties, and just kept on stroking my thighs. 

“You’re such a pretty little thing.” He whispered in my ear before going down to my core. “I want to taste you.” He said looking up at me, wanting confirmation, so I nod my head. Chan smiled before kissing my inner thighs, slowly going toward the core. My head fell back at the sensation of his lips on my clit, then something more wet, his tongue. The sudden feeling made my hands go to his hair, pulling at it. It felt so god damm good. His hands still stroking my body before going down too, rubbing my clit while with the other hand, he pushed a finger in. No one has ever done this before. It felt sad when Chan suddenly stopped and moved up again towards my face before kissing me again, tasting myself on him. “I want you, sweetheart, I need you, but not here.” 

Chan lifts me up, wrapping my legs around his waist as we descended into the long hallway to his room. Once in his room, he threw me on the bed. His room had a red hue due to some decorative lights on the wall. Chan turned back and undid my robe. I move up to my knees to undo his button-up shirt. Chan just stroked my arms while I did that. I helped him get rid of his shirt before he took a step away from the bed to get off his shoes and pants, I decided to take off my shirt at that moment before looking at Chan. His body looked like a god, it made me excited. I wanted him too. Chan smirked again before crawling onto the bed, attacking my neck. Nipping, biting and nipping at it, claiming me as his. 

Chan moved his mouth down towards my breasts. “Oh baby, those piercings look so good on you.” He purred as he started stroking my nipple and moved his mouth the other one to lick it. “You like that baby,” I whined out a yes before Chan quickly stopped and grabbed my arms.

Chan pinned my wrists, while his other hand was shoved in between my legs. Stroking a bit before pushing one of his fingers inside of me. I bite back and moan at the feeling. Chan moved closer and started running his tongue over my lips before pushing inside of me. We swirled our tongues before pausing, barely touching each other's lips to get some air. “Chan… please.” I cried out. Chan just smiled and pulled his fingers out. “Suck.” Chan held out his fingers to my mouth and I started sucking them clean. “Good girl.” Once Chan was satisfied enough he pulled them out and I quickly got of the bed towards the edge, making Chan follow in slight confusion. 

I sank on my knees in front of Chan who sat at the end of the bed. I started stroking Chan before my swollen lips went around his cock. I hollowed my cheeks around him as I started sucking him, even playing with his ball for more pleasure. Chan growled slightly and grabbed my hair to get more control. All that made me look up at him. Chan looked at me with hazy eyes, even smirking a bit. He then started fucking my mouth to get to his release. “Oh, god, yes.” He choked out before cumming in my mouth. Chan pulled out as smiled as he noticed my lips had darkened and was both wet with saliva and his cum. 

Chan moved to his nightstand and grabbed a condom out of it. Chan ripped the package open and rolled it around his cock. I in the meantime got on the bed again, waiting for Chan to move towards me. Chan crawled towards me and started kissing me. I moaned at the feeling of him entering me, holding onto Chan. “God fuck, you’re so wet.” his lips brushed against my ears, before ghosting over my neck and started with a slow pace. “Faster,” I begged. Chan shoved his hips a bit harder against mine and started picking up his pace. My hands have found his back and hair. One raking through his hair while running my fingers lightly over his shoulder blades. Chan nuzzled his nose in my neck while trying to keep his moans and groans quiet. 

The thrusting made me see stars. I started clawing at his back making Chan let out a breahily moan. “Baby… oh god, please you feel so good.” He loses the rhythm as his climax approaches, one of his hands moves to hold mine. Chan started rubbing my clit all while hitting that G-spot. I clenched around Chan's cock, making him leave out an animalistic growl and sloppy speeds up to thrust to his own release. The feeling of him continuing to thrust felt like bliss, making my back arch.  “Oh fuck, oh yes, there fuck.” Chan panted out before coming himself. While he rode out I felt my body going limp while trying to catch my breath.

Chan pulled out and collapsed next to me, both of us panting. A musky smell of sweat hanging in the air. He then moved to me and kisses my forehead before removing his condom and throwing it in the bin. I looked at Chan for a few seconds, seeing him leave into what I thought was the bathroom. I moved back to look at the ceiling before closing my eyes.

My eyes opened at the feeling of something wet between my legs and made me let out a shakingly moan. “Sorry baby.” Chan whispered as he cleaned me with a wet towel. I relaxed again at his words and seeing what he was doing. Chan smiled and threw the towel away and grabbed the duvet which had fallen of the bed and pulled it with him on the bed, covering us both with the blanket. I moved closer to Chan and he put his arms around me, holding me close. “I love you baby.”

[zeroses-world]

strays react to you being good with kids!

like 1, being good with kids is such a green flag for anyone, like seeing someone get all soft and caring for a little human that’s barely as tall as their legs

but 2, i may just be self indulgent as someone who’s constantly complimented for how good they are with kids

Stray Kids React to You Being Good with Kids

Bang Chan

Soft smile mode activated. He’s already super dad-coded, so seeing you being naturally good with kids just melts him. He'd stand back for a moment, arms crossed over his chest, watching you play with a toddler with the fondest look in his eyes. "You're really good at that," he’d murmur, almost like he's tucking away the thought for the future.

Lee Know

Silently impressed but trying to act cool about it. He’d probably raise an eyebrow, watching you handle a particularly chaotic child with ease. "Huh. So you're good with kids too?" He’d tease, but secretly, his heart would be doing backflips. The image of you being so patient and gentle with a tiny human? Yeah, he’s doomed. Might not say much, but later, you'd catch him sneaking glances at you with a tiny, almost shy smile.

Changbin

Flustered and in awe. He'd immediately start thinking about what it would be like to start a family one day (not that he'd admit it out loud). "You're, uh, really good with them," he’d say, scratching the back of his neck, trying to hide the fact that he's this close to falling even harder for you. He’d probably start playfully competing with you to entertain the kids, just to impress you.

Hyunjin

Heart eyes, heart eyes, heart eyes. He’d straight-up get all dreamy, watching you with a soft expression, as if he’s in a drama and this is the moment he realizes he’s completely in love. He’d probably take pictures of you interacting with the kids because you just look so adorable doing it. Might even say something ridiculously romantic like, “You look like you were made for this.”

Han

Teasing, but also melting inside. He’d pretend to act jealous. "Oh, so you like them more than me now?" But in reality, he’d be watching you with the most endeared expression. Seeing you laugh, be gentle, and entertain the kids so effortlessly? He'd get all giddy and might even join in just to see you smile. Later, he’d probably bring it up randomly like, “By the way, I think it’s really cute how good you are with kids.”

Felix

Absolutely in love with it. He’s already got a naturally nurturing personality, so seeing you interact with kids so sweetly would make his heart burst. He’d join in immediately, helping you with whatever game you’re playing with the kids, exchanging little smiles with you the whole time. Later, he’d hold your hand and say something like, “You’d make an amazing parent someday,” without hesitation.

Seungmin –

Smug but secretly loves it. He’d definitely tease you. “Ah, so you’re a professional babysitter now?” But deep down, he’d be so impressed. The fact that you can keep up with energetic kids without losing your patience? Huge green flag. He might not say much in the moment, but later, he’d casually drop, “You looked really natural with them. It was nice to see.”

I.N

Shy but super fond. He’d probably get all giggly watching you interact with the kids, feeling warm inside. Would definitely nudge you and be like, “They really like you, huh?” with a knowing smile. Seeing how effortlessly you connect with little kids would just add to his admiration for you, and later, he'd be all, “That was really cute. You’re really good with them.”

[ivyues]

Sibling Bonds: Stray Kids x Member's sister Scenarios

Bang Chan (Seungmin’s sister)

Chris plopped down beside Seungmin on the practice room floor, immediately draping an arm around his shoulders and pulling him into a side hug. He rested his chin on Seungmin’s shoulder, swaying them side to side like an over-affectionate puppy.

Seungmin sighed, unimpressed. “What do you want?”

Chris pouted. “Can’t I just love my favorite dongsaeng?”

Seungmin deadpanned. “Hyung, if you think this is gonna make me buy you food, it’s not working.”

Chris grinned but didn’t deny it. “Okay, fine. I need to talk to you.”

Seungmin hummed in response, still scrolling. “We are talking.”

Chris huffed, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s about… Y/N.”

That got Seungmin’s attention. He glanced up, one brow raised before giving Chris an irritated look. “Hyung, don’t think I haven’t seen the two of you throwing heart eyes at each other. It’s honestly disgusting.”

Chris groaned, already regretting this. “I just— I like her. But I don’t want you to think I’m overstepping. Like, I’m older, I’m your leader, and I don’t want it to seem like I can just… take what I want.”

Seungmin blinked before letting out an amused chuckle. “Hyung, she’s an adult. She can make her own choices. I don’t have any say in who she dates.”

“I know, but—”

“And I can’t really do anything if she’s into old men.”

Chris’ jaw dropped. “What—?!”

Seungmin shrugged nonchalantly. “I mean, you are basically a grandfather. Maybe she likes the ‘experienced’ type.”

Chris groaned, burying his face in his hands as Seungmin laughed. “You’re insufferable.”

Seungmin grinned. “Look, if she likes you and you like her, then just go for it. But don’t come crying to me when she realizes she doesn’t want to date a grandpa.”

Chris scowled. “I love you too, Seungmin.”

Seungmin smirked, unlocking his phone again. “You’re welcome.”

Lee Know (I.N’s sister)

The engine purred as Lee Know shifted gears, rolling smoothly out of the driveway. The sun was bright, the morning air crisp, and a whole day of plans stretched ahead of him and I.N. It wasn’t often that they had time to hang out as just the two of them, so today was supposed to be chill.

I.N, sitting in the passenger seat, tapped away at his phone, only glancing up occasionally at the road ahead. That is, until something caught his attention.

In the corner of the passenger seat, nestled between the seat and the door, was a very familiar-looking scrunchie.

His brows furrowed before he reached out and plucked it up between two fingers like it was evidence in a crime scene. “Uh, hyung,” Jeongin said, his tone shifting. “Why is my sister’s scrunchie here?”

Lee Know didn’t even flinch. “Because she apparently left it,” he said, voice casual as ever, eyes still on the road. He wasn’t about to act guilty over something as harmless as a scrunchie.

I.N narrowed his eyes. “When?”

“Last time I drove,” Lee Know answered smoothly. Not a lie.

I.N leaned back, arms crossed. “So, how often is she in your car, exactly?”

Lee Know’s lips twitched slightly. “We’ve been dating for a while now. I thought you were cool with it.”

I.N scoffed. “I am. But as her brother, I have to make sure you’re treating her right.”

Lee Know finally turned his head slightly, giving I.N an unimpressed look. “You do realize I’m older than you, right?”

I.N didn’t back down, only tilting his chin up. “And? That just means I have to watch you even more.”

Lee Know rolled his eyes, refocusing on the road, but his fingers subtly flexed on the steering wheel. He wasn’t worried about I.N’s protective streak – if anything, it was amusing.

Casually, he flicked his gaze up to the rearview mirror. And that’s when he saw it.

In the footwell of the backseat behind I.N, barely visible but there nonetheless, was a top. Your top. His fingers tightened just slightly on the wheel as he swallowed, keeping his expression carefully neutral.

The last time he had driven with you… well, let’s just say things had gotten a little heated before you had finally gone inside. And apparently, not all of your clothing had made it back with you.

His foot pressed just a tad heavier on the gas pedal. Maybe if they got to their destination fast enough, I.N wouldn’t have any reason to look back.

Changbin (Han’s sister)

Changbin tapped his pen against his notebook, staring at the half-finished lyrics in front of him. The dim glow of the studio lights flickered against the desk, and the faint hum of an unfinished beat filled the space. Across from him, Han lounged back in his chair, spinning lazily.

“I feel like we should go for something love-related,” Changbin murmured, rubbing his temple. “Like... the excitement of a first date or something.”

Han suddenly sat up straight, eyes widening as if a light bulb had just flicked on above his head. His lips curled into a slow, mischievous grin, and he clapped his hands together with excitement.

“Oh! Oh! Wait, I just got the best idea ever!”

Changbin immediately looked suspicious. “Why do I feel like I'm about to regret this?”

Han practically bounced in his seat. “No, listen! My sister!”

Changbin blinked. “What about her?”

“You should take her on a date!" Han exclaimed, looking way too pleased with himself. “It's perfect!”

Changbin nearly dropped his pen. “What? No. Why?”

Han was already on a roll, his brain working a mile a minute. “It makes so much sense! She hasn’t dated in forever, and she’s been totally unmotivated to put herself out there. She just needs a little push.”

“And that push is me?” Changbin asked incredulously.

Han nodded enthusiastically. “Dude, think about it. You're my best friend, you're cool, responsible, buff—”

“Why do you keep mentioning that?”

“Because it's a selling point!" Han waved his hands around dramatically before grinning wider. “And besides—you're hot, and she's hot! It just makes sense!”

Changbin groaned. “Han, that is not how matchmaking works.”

“Sure it is! Attraction is key,” Han shot back. “Look, she deserves someone awesome, and you’re awesome. Plus, it’d be so fun to play matchmaker. Imagine if it works out? You’d be part of the family!”

Changbin hesitated. “What if it's weird?”

“Only if you make it weird,” Han said with a smug grin. Before Changbin could argue, Han was already whipping out his phone. His fingers flew across the screen, his grin growing wider by the second.

“Wait, what are you—”

Han: Hey, sis. You have a date. No, you don’t get a choice. Be ready tomorrow at 5.

Changbin’s jaw dropped. “Did you seriously just—”

Han locked his phone and leaned back with a satisfied sigh. “Too late to back out now. You, my friend, are officially dating my sister.”

Changbin groaned, running a hand down his face. “I think she'd like to have a saying in the matter too.”

“Look, you're already talking like a responsible boyfriend,” Han pointed out, absolutely beaming. “You guys will thank me at your wedding.”

Hyunjin (Bang Chan’s sister)

(A/N: this are 2 seperate scenarios that are not connected / have different vibes!)

Hyunjin and you stood near the door of the dorm, ready to head out for your long-awaited date. The relationship was still in its early days, the kind where every little moment felt both exciting and slightly uncertain as you both navigated the newness of it all.

Hyunjin laced his fingers with yours, flashing you a soft smile as you turned back towards the living area. “We’re heading out now,” you announced. “Bye, guys!”

Goodbyes rang out from the dorm – some genuine, some exaggerated just to be annoying.

Just as you were pulling the door closed behind you, your brother’s voice suddenly boomed through the room:

“Have fun, DON'T FORGET TO USE PROTECTION!”

Your breath hitched, fingers freezing on the doorknob. But before you could even react, the door shut completely.

Hyunjin stood frozen beside you, his eyes wide, mouth slightly open in shock. Meanwhile, your face heated up in embarrassment.

-----

The familiar scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the air as you sat across from Chan, absentmindedly stirring your drink. Your brother had practically dragged you out of your apartment, insisting you needed a break from sulking indoors. And honestly? He wasn’t wrong.

“You know,” Chan started, eyeing you over his cup, “I get that you and Hyunjin fought, but locking yourself away isn’t going to fix anything.”

You sighed, staring at the swirling foam in your cup. “I’m not locking myself away,” you muttered.

Chan raised an eyebrow. “You’ve ignored every invite to go out, haven't been responding to messages, and, according to Felix, your social battery is at negative levels.”

You huffed. Felix always had a way of exaggerating.

Chan gave you a knowing look, and you averted your eyes. He didn't push, though. He knew. Of course, he knew. He always knew. Hyunjin was one of his closest friends. And you? You were his little sister. Of course, he noticed how off things had been between you and Hyunjin lately. He didn't bring it up, though, and you were grateful.

Instead, he started talking about something else—his music, the group’s upcoming schedules, something funny Felix had done the other day. You listened, grateful for the distraction, even managing a small smile.

And then Chan’s eyes flickered to your wrist, his words pausing for just a second.

Your bracelet.

You hadn’t even realized you were wearing it until now. It had become almost second nature to have it on—Hyunjin’s gift, the one he had stressed over for weeks, secretly asking Chan for advice on what you'd like best. You had loved it from the moment he gave it to you. It was delicate but strong, simple but elegant, just like the way he saw you.

Chan didn’t say anything right away, but the corners of his lips lifted slightly. “Still wearing it, huh?”

Your fingers automatically traced over the cool metal. “Of course,” you admitted softly.

(A/N: I remembered this scene of a yt image i watched like 5 years ago)

Han (Hyunjin’s sister)

The last thing you expected when Hyunjin invited you to meet some of his group members was to see Han Jisung again.

You had harbored a tiny, innocent crush on him back in their trainee days. Something about his energy, his dorky yet endearing personality, and his talent had always drawn you in. But back then, your brother and Han weren’t exactly close. Their clashing personalities made sure of that.

During that time, you had gone abroad to study, spending years away from your brother and his now-bandmates. 

So, naturally, when Hyunjin casually mentioned that some of his members were coming over to his parent’s house to eat, you didn’t think much of it. You certainly didn’t expect your stomach to twist in nervous excitement when you saw Han standing there in the doorway, looking just as surprised as you felt.

“Oh… uh, hey,” he greeted, his voice an octave higher than normal. His hand went up in a small, awkward wave.

“Hey, Han,” you said with a polite smile, ignoring the slight flutter in your chest.

From that moment on, it was obvious.

You weren’t sure if Hyunjin was oblivious or just ignoring it, but Han’s eyes kept finding you. Every time you laughed at something, his gaze softened. Every time you looked away, you caught him sneaking glances. Every time you spoke, his attention was solely on you.

It was adorable.

You could practically see the wheels turning in his head, trying to think of something to say to you but chickening out at the last second. His usual confidence when performing was nowhere to be found.

“So, uh— you, um, still paint?” he blurted out at one point, catching you off guard.

You blinked. “Yeah, I do.”

“I— I remember Hyunjin used to complain about you taking all his art supplies,” he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “You were, uh… really good.”

A warm feeling bloomed in your chest. He remembered?

“Thanks,” you said, grinning.

His face turned a little pink, and he quickly shoved a bite of food into his mouth to avoid saying something dumb.

Hyunjin finally seemed to catch on, because he suddenly narrowed his eyes at Han. “What’s wrong with you?”

Han choked. “N-Nothing! Nothing’s wrong. I’m fine. Totally fine.”

Felix (Changbin’s sister)

Soft music played in the background as you and Felix stood side by side in the kitchen, carefully decorating a fresh batch of cupcakes. The warm scent of vanilla and chocolate filled the air, making the cozy space feel even more inviting. Felix hummed along to the song, his hands steady as he piped little swirls of frosting onto each cupcake.

“You’re really good at this,” you commented, watching his concentrated expression.

Felix glanced at you with a small, proud smile. “I’ve had practice. Baking is kinda relaxing, you know?”

You nodded, adding sprinkles to a cupcake he had just finished. “It is. And more fun when I have you as my partner.”

Felix’s ears tinged pink at your words, but he grinned nonetheless. “Of course! We’re the ultimate baking duo.”

Just as he finished decorating the last cupcake, the sound of the front door opening caught your attention. A moment later, Changbin stepped into the kitchen, pausing when he saw the two of you.

Felix, ever the affectionate one, turned to him with a bright smile. “Hyung! You’re home.”

Changbin stopped, taking in the scene – the neat rows of cupcakes, Felix’s gentle smile directed at you, and the way you both naturally moved around each other. His lips twitched as if he was trying to suppress a smile, but it was obvious he found the moment endearing.

“You two really are something else,” he said, shaking his head.

Felix chuckled, holding up a cupcake. “We made these! Want to try one?”

Changbin sighed but stepped forward, picking one up. He took a bite, chewing thoughtfully while you and Felix watched expectantly. After a moment, he nodded. “Not bad.”

Felix pumped his fist in the air. “Success!”

Changbin finally let a small smile slip through. “Alright, alright. Just don’t make the kitchen a disaster zone.”

You and Felix exchanged glances before turning back to Changbin with innocent looks. “Of course not,” Felix said sweetly.

Seungmin (Lee Know’s sister)

(A/N: I also wrote this -> X)

The afternoon sun reflected off the rippling pool water as you sat on the edge, lazily kicking your feet in the cool blue. The guys were spending some of their free time in a rented house and you visited them for the day. What they didn’t know is that the house had a pool. Therefore, you were perfectly content staying dry.

Seungmin, however, had other plans.

He waded towards the edge where you sat, tilting his head with a smirk. “Enjoying yourself?”

You narrowed your eyes at him. But before you could react, his hands were on your back, and before you could protest—

Splash!

Cold water rushed around you as you resurfaced with a gasp, pushing your soaked hair out of your face while your wet t-shirt stuck to your body.

“Seungmin!” you shrieked, glaring at him.

He was standing at the edge now, arms crossed, grinning triumphantly. “That was satisfying,” he mused. “You should’ve seen your face.”

“Oh, I’ll show you a face—” you started swimming towards him, ready for revenge.

But before you could reach him, Seungmin felt a solid push against his bag.

He barely had time to register what was happening before he was tumbling forward.

Another Splash!

For a moment, everything was silent – until Seungmin resurfaced, coughing slightly, his eyes widening when he saw Lee Know still standing at the edge.

He hadn’t said a word. He hadn’t even moved after pushing him.

“…I think I’m gonna stay here for a while,” he muttered to himself, slowly walking to the middle of the pool—just to be safe.

Because, well… Lee Know couldn’t swim. And that meant as long as Seungmin stayed in the water, he had at least one layer of protection.

From the edge of the pool, Lee Know’s stare didn’t waver.

Seungmin gulped. Yeah. Definitely staying in here for a while.

I.N (Felix’s sister)

“You know, I love you guys and all, but I feel like I’ve been abandoned,” Felix said dramatically, flopping onto the couch in the dorm’s common area. “Ever since you two started dating, it’s like I don’t have a sister anymore. My poor heart.”

You rolled your eyes, but a pang of guilt hit you. Ever since you and I.N had started dating, you hadn't spent as much time with your brother as you used to. Of course, he was joking – his tone made that clear – but there was truth in his words. And Felix, for all his mischief, had always been one of the people closest to you.

“Fine,” you sighed, crossing your arms. “How about a day out? You, me, and I.Nnie.”

“Oh?" I.N perked up from where he was sitting beside you. “That actually sounds fun.”

Felix gasped, delighted, and clapped his hands together. “A date with my two favorite people? Say less!”

That was how the three of you ended up spending the day together. Surprisingly, it wasn’t awkward at all. You had worried Felix would feel like a third wheel, or that the dynamic would feel forced, but instead, it just felt right. The three of you effortlessly fell into an easy rhythm – eating street food, teasing each other, dragging Felix away from every bakery he tried to enter, and even stopping by a claw machine.

But the highlight of the day? The photo booth.

“We have to!” Felix insisted, already pulling you and I.N inside. “For memories.”

You all squeezed into the small space, laughing as you tried to fit into the frame. The first photo was a normal one, just the three of you smiling. The second? Felix did a peace sign while I.N grinned, and you attempted a cute pose. By the third, chaos had ensued – Felix making a goofy face, I.N pretending to push him away, and you caught in the middle, laughing uncontrollably.

When the strip of photos printed out, you couldn’t stop smiling. It was perfect.

Later that night, while lying in bed, you stared at your phone screen, now set with the photo from the booth. A warm feeling spread through your chest. Felix wasn’t losing you, and you weren’t losing him. If anything, you were just gaining more memories together – ones that included I.N as well.

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[pixiefelixie]

𓆝..°°𓈒 ⋆ (필릭스) : REMEMBER THIS SUMMER SERIES MASTERLIST

𓆉 °°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ synopsis felix is living the summer every teenager dreams of, with a perfect beach house on the east coast of australia and an even more perfect girlfriend. by taking the best of both worlds, felix invites her to experience the world he grew up in to make this the best summer ever. amidst bonfires, romantic sunsets, and seagulls, felix has one goal this summer: to finally tell her he loves her. with just one week to do so, felix is met with a challenge to make his feelings known before time runs out. 

pairing: nonidol!felix x fem!reader, series warnings: felix + reader are intended to be 17-18, established relationship, fluff, suggestive themes! (under 15 dni), for some of the chapters mdni! i will specify when i post it so you can just skip over the chapter, underaged drinking, first times yoohoo, specific warnings are under each individual chapter (around 10k-15k words each) important notes: The content of this work is purely fictional and is not intended to endorse or encourage any behavior, especially among minors, that may be deemed inappropriate or unsafe. This story is created solely for entertainment purposes and should be understood as fiction. status: completed!!

heeeeello! i'm so happy to be back especially since this fall has been hectic with school. i've been working on many many new things since i last posted but this was one of my biiiig projects. i am thrilled to announce that the start of my first ever series has come out! i enjoy writing this so much so stay tuned to get updates very often! lemme know if you would like to be tagged

chapters under the cut!

CHAPTERS (~10k words each)

sunday

monday

tuesday

wednesday

thursday

friday (nsfw!!)

saturday

summer days (nsfw mdni)

[tokki-tteokbokki]

feel that, baby?

bangchan x fem reader (smut)

mdni

you and chris just had the nastiest, most diabolical, borderline criminal sex but he hasn’t pulled out >:)

tw: dom!bangchan, cockwarming!, overstimulation, use of ‘daddy’, breeding!, light degradation, smutty smut smut :)

mdni

you’re left completely breathless and dazed, laying on your stomach as chris lays on top of you. the high of both your orgasms still ringing in your ears.

‘fuck baby…’ he pants, his cock still buried in you.

you can only mumble, your head still a fucked out mess. he chuckles as he brushes your hair out of your face ‘look at you, just a cock drunk whore.’

you softly moan at his words, your walls twitching involuntarily in response. chris’s breath hitches and he gasps softly at the sensation. he smirks as he whispers in your ear ‘you love it don’t you? you love daddy fucking you senseless?’

his words make you shiver and shift, chris moans as you twitch around him again his own arousal moving on its own inside you.

‘ah!’ you squeak ‘what? you want more? you’re already so full…’ he slowly moves his hips. the sensation of him getting hard all over again fills your cum soaked pussy. you can only whimper in response.

every slow thrust gets him harder and harder, he groans ‘feel that, baby?’ he’s once again stretching out your beaten pussy. his cock achingly drags back and forth on your overstimulated spot.

through your pathetic whimpers you manage to shake out ‘daddy… more please…’

chris smiles behind you ‘that’s my good girl.’ he moves faster and rougher. every thrust in sending jolts through your body. chris doesn’t let up, the view he has is a masterpiece. your ass on display, your swollen cunt leaking his cum. he grabs your cheeks and spreads them as he fucks you harder. ‘want daddy to fill you up again?’ he growls

you nod your head furiously, your body desperate to be full of him, to milk every last drop out of him. ‘use your words, baby.’ he pulls you back by your hair, the angle making your back arch more, allowing him to bury himself deeper in you.

‘please, daddy! m-m-more!’ you cry.

his movements becoming harsh and frantic. he groans as he gets closer. ‘fuck…’ he grunts. he lets go of your hair and grips your hips. you feel yourself slipping into ecstasy, a whimpering mess underneath him.

chris gasps as he feels your pussy clench around him, sucking his cock in. he groans as he releases hot ropes of cum inside you, his body jerking from how hard your pussy milks him. you feel yourself being filled up and the sensation just prolongs your pleasure.

you pant, trying to find your breath in the waves of orgasmic euphoria. chris leans forward, his own breath shaky ‘what do you say, princess?’

you smile ‘thank you, daddy.’

[zeroseuniverse]

Stray Kids Types of Cuddlers

Bang Chan – Protective Cuddler

You always feel safe in his arms. He wraps around you completely, holding you close like you might disappear. Will absolutely rub your back while humming softly, making it impossible not to fall asleep.

Lee Know – Secretly Soft Cuddler

He pretends he doesn’t like it, but the second you cuddle up, he melts. He’s the type to rest his chin on your head or let you lean on his shoulder while scrolling through his phone like it’s no big deal.

Changbin – Clingy Pillow Cuddler

Holds onto you like you’re a human-sized plushie. You try to move? Nope. You belong to him now. Also 100% the type to rest his head in your lap while mumbling, "Don’t leave, I’m comfortable."

Hyunjin – Artistic Cuddler

He turns anything into an aesthetic moment. Laying on the couch together? He’s playing with your fingers. Long hug? He’s tracing patterns on your back. He always makes it feel romantic, even when it’s casual.

Han – Restless Cuddler

Can’t sit still for too long, so expect a lot of repositioning. He’ll go from back-hugging you to resting his head on your stomach to tangling his legs with yours—all within 15 minutes.

Felix – Sunshine Cuddler

The ultimate cuddler. Always warm, always comforting, and always ready to hug you for hours. He will not let go first, and his deep voice makes everything feel even softer.

Seungmin – Casual-But-Sneaky Cuddler

Acts like he doesn’t care about cuddling but absolutely does. He’ll throw an arm around you like it’s no big deal, but if you move away, he’s pulling you back immediately, claiming, "You were in the perfect spot."

I.N – Baby Koala Cuddler

Wraps around you entirely. Whether it’s back-hugs, arm-hugs, or even clinging onto your sweater, he’s always attached. He’s not letting go until he decides he’s had enough.

[skzfairyy]

Best friend!Reader x skz member: bestfriend!reader spending time with skz mom (Maknae line)

Pairings: Skz x bestfriend!reader

Genre: fluff, humor, a lil crack hehe

Warnings: reader betrays every member but 🤷‍♀️

A/N: here’s the maknae line! - Y2K

Y2K Masterlist

[dazed--xx]

SKZ!Fake Texts: He Calls you Clingy (Hyung Line)

Part 2 Part 3 Maknae Line

Bang Chan:

Minho:

Changbin:

Hyunjin: