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SINCE YOU MISS WRITING, can i request lee changbin? call me crazy but i love him so much and he's super underrated, i would love to see how you write him in your style! Go crazy with the prompt, I'd love anything you write, have a nice day ! </3

< Arm Wrestle >

[Lee! Changbin]

[Ler! Lee Know]

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Changbin must’ve known he was done for the moment he opened the door. He was just coming back to the dorms from the gym. The same gym he went to after beating me in an arm wrestling match. That doesn’t sound bad at all in hindsight, and maybe if I had forgotten how he laughed in my face when he won, or how he began flexing his biceps in front of the camera as I stood there like an idiot, or even when he tickled my thighs under the table so I would lose; then we could have peace. Well, it’s his turn. We’re gonna be making some unreleased behind the scenes.

Changbin was in 3racha, and I was in Danceracha. Whatever, no biggie. I know the younger’s body well. I worked out with him frequently, and I’m his dance teacher. I know his body better than anyone, something I plan on exploiting tonight.

I heard the dorms front door open and checked the time.

8:38pm. Most members were out completing schedules and whatnot, perfect. Though, I wouldn’t mind if they were here to hear what’s about to happen. Maybe that’ll give them some encouragement to not do me the same.

I was sprawled out on Bin’s bed. With my back to the mattress, I turned my head to the doorframe where he stood.

“I- hyung” He said nervously.

“Yes?” I answered as I eyed his body up and down.

He stifled a laugh as he dropped his head and shook it.

“Get off of my bed”

The sudden attitude caught me off guard. So he’s choosing to be an ass today.. I’ve dealt with brats before. It’s more fun for me anyway.

“Aren’t you supposed to be telling me something?” I said.

“Like what-?” He paused, “…Ohh, that’s what this is about”

I nodded slowly as I turned my head up to the ceiling and breathed out, loud and slow, before getting up on my feet.

“Close the door behind you, would you? Wouldn’t want to wake up the entire floor”

Changbin pushed his tongue against his cheek.

“And why are you so riled up now?” Bin asked. As if he hasn’t embarrassed me in front of thousands of our fans. Though, he and I both know I’ve been wanting an excuse to get him for the longest time.

“You know why. Shut the door, Bin”

He did right as he threw his belongings on the ground.

“Fine” he said, “I’m sorry for-“

I pulled his arm over my shoulder and slammed him down on his bed. It was surprisingly easy, probably since he didn’t expect it, and I half didn’t either.

“Get off me!!” He said with a smile.

“I just want to make you happy Binnie!” I ruffled his hair between our tangled mess of limbs and bedsheets, “Let hyung give you a reward for winning today~ you barely congratulated yourself!” I said as I secure both his wrists in one hand and held them beside his head.

“You put up a good fight! Yet, now we’re here? Wonder how that happened even though you ‘beat’ me today?” I teased in his face. He still held that cocky smile.

I tsked at him.

“I only got weak in the moment because I didn’t expect you to cheat,” I said, “Let me show you how to do it right”

His eyes widened. Now we’re getting somewhere.

“No wait- pleaseplease I was only kiddiahaha!”

Bin began giggling as I shoved my thumb into the crevices between his ribcage while my other fingers dug into the back of his ribs. He was shutting his eyes, hard, as he tried to stifle any sounds coming out his mouth. He knew I liked it when I got a reaction out of him, or any of the members for that matter. Asshole.

“Aww” I cooed, “are you trying to take all the fun away? I’ll make you scream no matter what” I sneered into his ear as I dug my entire hand into his armpit.

Changbin yelled loudly as I ran up and down his sides, digging my fingers under his arm for a few seconds only to vibrate my hand under his hip bone the next. He was kicking and shaking his head so hard as he tried to keep quiet.

“Please pleahehease stop!!”

“Doooon’t wanna hear it. Cheater” I tickled the lower fat on his stomach, right between his hip bones. He widened his eyes as he looked down at my hand dangerously close to a death spot.

I decided to quickly let his wrists go as I sat on his stomach.

“Say, I’m sure you’re familiar with this spot.” I cooed as I turned my head around to see his terrified red-faced expression.

He tried to squeeze at my sides from the back. Damn cheater. I couldn’t help but laugh and almost fall to the side, but I placed my hand on his inner thigh and got him to stop real quick. As I said, I know his body better than anyone else.

“Please. Hyuhung,” Changbin said through nervous giggles, “I didn’t mean to, reall-AAHAHA”

He jolted as I squeezed his kneecap, “Oh come on I barely touched you. Good to know you’re still just as sensitive as before though” I teased, “and don’t lie to me. You did mean to. Say it how it is and maybe I’ll be nicer” I smirked where he could see me.

“I..” he breathed, “I just wanted to winnn come onnn! I didn’t think you were still that ticklish, it was just gonna be a little joke!” He said as he slapped his hands over his reddened face.

“Ohh I get it!” I said as he looked at me, hope in his eyes, “you just wanted to do a little joke! Well then.. me too!”

His eyes widened and I heard him begin to beg as I turned back around.

His torso and legs shook under my body.

“No, no- NO! Hyung I’m seherious- ah!”

I spidered my fingers up and down both his thighs. With my legs out in front of me, I was able to separate his thighs and give myself space to work. I felt like an artist with an empty canvas sitting in front of me, waiting and begging to be touched. I tickled the sides of a single thigh before switching legs, making them shiver and tremble one at a time, until I took both hands and skittered them on the insides of both thighs. He begged and begged, mixtures of, “please stop!”, “I CAHAN’T take it!!”, screams, and groans/moans escaped his mouth. I didn’t care, and he clearly didn’t either considering he could safeword out if he really felt the need to. His mind was probably so blurry now that he’s in the clouds, judging by his inability to form actual words at this point.

I was sitting on his stomach as I did this, so I decided to scoot back and sit on his chest instead. I wanted to tease him a bit more before going in for the kill. I tickled along his hips and grabbed at his ribcage on both sides of his body. He began trying to cover his mouth and red face with his hands. Cute.

All throughout this I was laughing along with him. His loud voice resonates with his loud laughter, bouncing off the walls of the room as I couldn’t help but to laugh too. It was contagious, he sounded so happy yet desperate at the same time. The way he swung his head around and slammed it on the mattress, how he breathed fast and then screamed before laughing again.. it was so fun. Though, I did feel like he could get out of this if he really wanted to. Binnie’s never been one to give in so fast.. unless it’s me, and we’re in this situation.

“Coochie coo-“

“STOP! Ahaha please!” Bin choked out through his laughter.

“StOp pLeAsE” I mocked him. I couldn’t help but laugh hard when he made a “EUGH?” shocked sound back at me, and I almost toppled over. I decided to give him a short break as I regained my own composure from the constant strain we’ve both been putting on our abs for the past couple of minutes.

“Yohou’re so awful!” He yelled behind me. I forget my back’s facing him until he begins to tickle me too, which almost always gets me, but now I’m more determined. I jolt, but then regain my composure and go back to his hips.

“I’m nohot done yet, that was a little break before the actual finale. You should know this by now, Bin!” I said as I scoot forward again.

“No, wait no, hyung don’t you-“

I went in. The space riiiiight at the top of his thighs. That little spot where thigh and hip meet, except not on the outside of the leg, on the inside. That was his death spot, and it was also mine. He needed a taste of what he made me feel while being filmed.

“IM SORRY! PLEHEASE!” He begged the loudest now as I, with just a sliver of white having grown on my nails (perfect for this), tickled my fingers ever so lightly up this spot on his inner thigh. Both his legs shook like never before, making the wood of the bed frame shake too. The lightness of my touch, the way I was grazing his skin just enough for him to feel it and either want more or want it to end, drove him mad.

I began tapping lightly with my nails on the highest part of his inner thighs. He started making groaning and struggling noises as he tried to move further away from me, failing. Then, I got rough.

“WAIT!”

“No no nohoho pleHEASE! PLEHAAHA~”

It took only 15 seconds until he fell into silent laughter. It felt like I was riding a mechanical bull the whole time, except this bull had human hands that were smacking at my back and scribbling at my sides to get me to fall off.

I rolled off his body and hit the ground with a thud. As I rolled up into a ball of giggles, I heard Bin above me still trying to regain his breath.

“Yahaha” he couldn’t even get a proper “You” out.

“Mhhmhm?” I giggled.

He just laughed deeply and rolled up into a ball too, eventually falling off the bed and landing on me. I heaved out at the sudden weight and laughed as he buried his mouth into the crevice between my neck and shoulder. I didn’t even have the energy myself to get him off. I could deal with a few neck tingles, it was comforting.

We stayed laying there. It was almost 9:00pm anyway, no use in me going back to my room. With the door and windows already shut, I extended my hand to grab a blanket and throw over us.

“Just so you knohow… I managed to make you scream. I keep my promis-AH!” He interrupted my final speech of victory with a bite to my collarbone, shutting me up with my own laugh. Touché.

“Fuck you. Goodnight” he said with a groggy smile. I giggled and fell into deep sleep too.

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AH I’ve missed it I have I have omg I haven’t written in what feels like forever and this one’s in first person so I hope it’s good! ^^ thank you to ALLL of you who are so so incredibly patient and kind and always here, you really are amazing I love u all!! I’m trying a different format without a photo of the members, lmk if it’s good or I should keep the picture in! ^^ THANK U FOR THE REQUESTTTT

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Members need rest? Chan knows best!

Words: 4.4k Lee(s): Skz Ler: Channie

Chan laid back after the cruel hours of idol work, feeling his bones turn to mush under the comfortable mattress. The fans had been swarming him like bees to honey the entire day, and don’t get him wrong, he loves stays as much as the next member, but it was tiring to deal with it continuously. A soft smile grazed his face tiredly, finally slipping away into dreamland after what felt like an eternity of staring at the ceiling who glared back at him, courtesy of insomnia.

Then he heard it.

Loud screams of excitement rang through the halls like a fire alarm, making his ears ring. Apparently although the leader was more than done with all the shenanigans he had been through for the day, his members weren’t, having more than enough energy to spare. He closed one eye temporarily, hoping the members would get the hint when the oldest didn’t exit to join in. Alas, they were clueless, only making the noise grow in volume as what sounded like Hyunjin and Changbin arguing rang throughout the halls.

Slamming open his room door, he glared daggers at all 7 kids, who stopped right in their tracks at the long pang of the wood slamming against the wall. The daggers were a cold sting to their heart, making the kids cower into a corner with fear as the oldest grew closer. He sighed, he didn’t want to instil fear into his children whenever he was upset, it hurt to see them on the verge of tears as if he was going to tear them apart limb by limb.

And that’s when he thought of it.

“10 seconds, go hide.” He whispers without context, relieved when the members slowly come undone from their bundle, which he thought was adorable, maybe he would scare them more often. They all looked up at him in confusion, eyes glistening with what he didn’t know were tears or happiness that they weren’t going to die, making his heart melt when he found himself being looked up upon by 7 curious puppies. However, all fun comes to an end, he was meant to punish them after all. He didn’t respond, only counting down slowly, either way it made the kids shriek and run to hide, even if they had no idea what was going on.

If they couldn’t sleep when needed, Chan would ensure they were tired enough.

Trekking along the halls, he hummed a soft tune that echoed eerily throughout the halls, a warning call to the hiding children. He smirked, all of his exhaustion replaced by the desperate need to find all of his children, by hook or by crook. The first kid he found was of course his first child, hiding under Chan’s own bed. A scream of surprise ensued before Jisung was pulled from under the bed by his feet, a very tickle hungry leader looming over him.

The quokka babbled and pleaded for mercy, silenced in an instant when Chan pressed his lips right onto his ribs, blowing as hard as he could as his fingers travelled into his armpits quickly, kneading and massaging the middle. Han absolutely lost it, cackling and shrieking as he tried to squirm away to no avail with the oldest sitting comfortably on his waist.

“ARGH! HYUHUHAHAHA! I’M SOHOHOHOR- EEK!” Jisung tried his best to beg, but a squeal of agony left his mouth when Chris decided on nibbling onto his ribs too, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh between the bones before vibrating his teeth gently there, sending the younger to see stars. He stomped his feet onto the floor desperately, begging for release as tears of mirth streamed down his face, decorating his chubby cheeks.

“Learned your lesson? Now go to bed.” Chan strictly told him, though it wasn’t as intimidating with that wide smile, admiring his kid that panted and wiped at his tears. Jisung nodded enthusiastically, not wanting to experience another round of that torture, it was absolutely ruthless. He didn’t know his hyung was that rough, retreating back to his room, feeling bad for the other members.

1 kid down, 6 more to go.

“Where are my kids hm? I promise I won’t be too harsh if you come out now…” He feigned innocence, singing his words. He turned his head, facing the cat den that was Minho’s room. Usually anyone entering that den was prohibited, even Chan himself, who got quite the harsh scolding from the younger when the older was caught snooping in his room. But he knew he was hiding there, using his kitty privileges to his advantage. He barged in, and lo and behold there he was, resting comfortably on his bed as if Bangchan wouldn’t know of his safe haven.

“W-What are you doing here?! You c-can’t just- AH!” Minho’s scolding which was merely a ploy to hide his anxiousness, not really hidden with the stuttering he was doing. The older simply lunged at the cat without hesitation, letting out sweet Aussie giggles as he wrestled the bunny down. It wasn’t that much of a fight, seeing how he was the second strongest in Stray Kids, easily pinning those arms high above his head, seated nicely on his plump thighs.

“You were saying, cutie?” Chan giggled lowly when the bunny’s face burned a bright red at the name call, Lee Know would never get used to those compliments no matter how many times the older one did it. He kicked under Chris’s hold, trying to lodge himself out of the weight placed off of him. All was well until Minho felt fingers drum onto his lower belly, the fabric of his tank top doing absolutely nothing to protect him.

“Nah ah~ You had so much energy to wake me up right? I’ll tire you out just fine.” The oldest tutted before sinking his fingers right into the younger’s v-line, kneading all too close to his hips and thighs. A piercing shriek left his mouth before he descended into witch-like cackles, his hands weakly pulling at the fingers that invaded his waistline, even with his shirt it felt like they were vibrating right onto his weak spot.

“ARGH! HYUHAHAHA! NAHAHAT THERE! PLEA- NOO!” Another shriek left him when he felt hair brush along his ear before teeth sunk into his neck, nibbling along the pudgy skin that gathered under his ear. Stamping his feet he begged and squealed for mercy, slamming down his chin to his collarbone to block out the head, hands tugging at the fingers that wouldn’t stop kneading his skin, it was all futile. Until tears were soaking his shirt collar, which didn’t take long, he was released from his prison. Minho panted and gasped for air on the bed, curling up into himself. Chan didn’t even have to tell him to sleep, the younger’s eyes closing and promptly falling asleep.

2 kids down, 5 more to go.

Quietly creaking the door shut to the cat’s den, he snuck around the rooms, eyes eventually landing onto his soulmate, none other than his Aussie bro, hiding snugly in a cupboard. Rushing over, he pulled the chick out, more concerned at the weird angle the blonde was in, back following the curve of the cupboard, creeping him out. He held Felix high in the air with his hands under Lix’s underarms to hold him there, inspecting for injuries. The younger sighed, hoping he had forgotten all about the punishment. What a fool he was.

Once ensuring the chick wasn’t injured, Chan gave him a disappointed and knowing look. The sunshine had a terrible habit of doing anything that he could to win or hide, sometimes it was quite the danger. Too bad for Felix, it just added onto the list of reasons on why he should be punished. The sunshine looked genuinely upset at that look, frowning as he slumped under the leader’s arms, whispering a sorry under his breath.

“You’ll definitely be sorry.” Before the sunshine could retort a question of confusion, he felt a mushroom of hair slip under his shirt, lips attaching to the top of his abs, settling on one of the packs near the ribs before blowing harshly. He shrieked, falling into loud, squeaky hysterics as his feet wiggled fruitlessly under the older. He couldn’t move anywhere besides twisting and turning to the side, which only made the sensations worse. Oh how Felix majorly regretted waking Chan up, he was pinned high in the air unless he could pull himself up, which was not possible with the tight grip that held his waist high up.

“PLEHEHHEASE! NOHOAHAHA!” Felix howled with laughter when it in fact didn’t stop, the older’s lips delicately brushing along the younger’s abs before blowing on each pack harshly, before he was face to face with his navel. The sunshine could feel the warm breath that blew into it, making him giggle nervously as he looked down to plead for mercy.

“W-Wahahait! I-I’m sohohory! I wohohon’t do it ahahagain- NO HYUNG!” Felix collapsed when Chan began to nibble along the rim of his belly button, shaking his head both in denial to stop and to rub his fluffy hair along the victim’s tummy, making him squeal. Felix went limp in Chris’s hold, unable to push at his head, only kicking his feet out and shaking his own head as he begged for it to stop. His throat grew hoarse, vision blurring up with tears as he saw the light itself.

Maybe he actually did, because the next thing he knew he felt himself being laid down, seeing his own dreams within seconds. He wondered if he had passed out, only realising that he had fallen asleep the moment Chan had stopped, and was cradled and tucked into bed without another word. He smiled softly, maybe the leader wasn’t as ruthless as he thought, continuing his sweet dreams calmly.

That was 3 kids down, 4 more to go…

Not long after the leader had gone chicken hunting, he immediately found a chick’s predator, a fox. The fox hibernated peacefully under blankets and pillows, making Chan squeal like a school girl at the adoring sight. His heart melted with cupid’s arrow pierced through it, approaching the youngest quietly not to disturb him. As much as he favourites the maknae line, he was hungry for tickles, and he was going to get them all like Pokemon.

“Baby? Are you awake?” A soft whisper coaxed the youngest out of his slumber, yawning that made Chan want to kick his feet absolutely everywhere while giggling. Jeongin nodded slowly, still dazed from being woken up from his slumber. Hands wrapped around his waist, pulling him into a tight cuddle under the sheets. They laid in silence for a good while, Chan almost forgetting what he was here for having the cutie in his arms.

Almost.

“Are the scars on your face still there?” Chan murmured softly into Jeongin’s ear, seemingly out of the blue. They both shuddered at the memory, but swallowing his nerves he could feel the nod in the darkness of his room. And then came a sniffle. Chris squeezed the other’s waist tighter, consoling his insecurities that welled up deep in his heart. He needed to comfort him, and needed it now he did.

So why not kill two birds with one stone?

Chan gently pressed his lips to the skin of the younger’s scars, trailing his lips softly over the rough skin. He smiled when he got a soft squeak and sweet giggles in return, his hands that once laid protectively over his waist holding his hands down, ensuring there was nothing to hide that smile.

“Hyung! W-Whahaha!” Jeongin’s words were cut off with another squeak when fingers traced delicate shapes and hearts into his sides and tummy, along with the persistent loving kisses that rained down onto his scars. His cheeks soon turned a bright red, flustered out of his mind that his gentle loving did wonders to himself, not wanting to admit it. There came no response, only a soft hum that vibrated in ticklish motions along his skin, before continuing his chaste kissing all over his scars.

“Plehehease it tickles so bahahad!” He squeaked out meekly, squealing sharply when teeth nibbled and lips kissed along the back of his ear, close to his neck. Not many people knew, but the members more than often took advantage of that sensitive patch of skin, whenever they did so much as go close to that spot, shoulders automatically scrunched up to protect himself. He fell into high pitched cackling, trying to turn around to no avail with Chan’s hands tight around his torso that bonded his arms together.

“HYUAHAHHA! NOHOHO!” He kicked out beneath the tight cuddles, shaking his head when he realised any attempt to leave was completely futile, left to suffer as so under the hands of the leader. Chris simply cooed, whispering compliments through nibbles and kisses that made Jeongin feel like his face was on fire. Only when he felt Jeongin go limp eventually was he released, cuddled properly to sleep before the oldest slipped away, like a shadow in the night’s sky.

That was 4 kids down, 3 to go.

Sneaking away into the puppy’s enclosure now, he scrambled and turned the room upside down, eager to find Seungmin. His search was fruitless, no signs of any puppy baby being in the room. Or so he thought, when he found the child’s legs peeking out from what he initially thought were a normal bundle of clothes. They didn’t move, nor breathe at first, leading Chan to think he might’ve had a hard time breathing in there, instantly activating his dad instincts.

Grabbing the puppy’s feet, he dragged him out, seeing a red faced Seungmin. Well at least he was right to think he struggled breathing, letting Seungmin catch his breath calmly as he waited. He wasn’t a monster, despite his ruthless attacks he didn’t want to go overboard after all, only seeking to tire his babies out. Once done, he securely headlocked the younger’s feet high in the air, a panicking Seungmin on the floor as he tried to sit up to get his feet back to no avail.

“D-Don’t! If you do, you're old!” Seungmin threatened with a hiss, though Chan knew behind those walls his heart was tugged down by embarrassment and anticipation, and boy was he going to take that to his advantage.

“Still wanna talk back like this hm?” Chan hummed, his fingers descending on one of the willing soles to trace gently along it, under his toes, to his arch then his heel, and repeating. The puppy screeched and giggled like a maniac, not hysterically but it felt so ticklish, so so ticklish with all the anticipation that welled inside his heart. He was lying if he said he didn’t deserve this, but it was torture!

“I-I’m sohohory! Plehehehase dohohon’t tease mehehe!” Seungmin pleaded desperately, unable to take the soft scratching up and down his soles for any longer. It drove him just as crazy as normal tickling, though he would’ve much rather had that than whatever torture method this was.

“You wanna be tickled? Okay!” Chan bubbled enthusiastically, before his manicured nails went haywire onto his bare feet, scratching along any surface of the soft skin he could find. Seungmin shrieked as loudly as he could before descending like those fingers into hysterics, tugging at his feet as his hand pounded into the floor. With the added anticipation along with those nails that felt horrible, he was driven ballistic, it took less than a minute before tears streamed down his face.

“I-IT’S SOHOHO BAHAHAD! PLEHEAHAHAHA! HYUHUHUNG!” He thrashed, tried to kick, arched his back but nothing released himself from the head lock on his feet, begging for mercy that was granted once he saw that Seungmin looked on the verge of passing out, sweat falling down his forehead like it was the most intense workout he’s ever had. Chan smiled sweetly in contrast to the torture he’s putting his children to, kissing away the tears on the puppy’s cheeks before carrying him like a bag of rice, plopping him down and promptly tucking him in.

“Sleep, or else.” Chan’s tone was strict, dripping was threats as his fingers wiggled towards Seungmin one last time, eliciting a squeal before he went out to let him sleep.

That was 5 kids to go, now the last 2 whom he planned the most for…

He pondered where the loud duo could be, steps of his feet drumming against the wooden floors that creaked sullenly when he walked. He entered the art room, a quiet wave of serenity washing over him the moment his feet touched the marble floor. It was silent here, a barricade keeping out the noises that crashed Hyunjin’s focus whenever he tried to make art sealed shut, letting his hands dance over canvases when his feet weren’t on the floor.

Smiling softly at the peace of the room, he snapped his head at the sound of pencils drawing smoothly onto the canvas. Was Hyunjin seriously drawing? A pang of guilt shot through his heart, he’d hate to ruin the ferret’s drawing with his want to punish him, he loved their passion in their respective hobbies, enjoying admiring them in their field of strength more than anything.

Which is why he set up a trap.

Holding a paintbrush in his hands, he tapped gently onto the wall, and almost in an instant a pair of ferret ears peeked from the wall, crawling over and inspecting Chan, as if a cat finding something interesting. The older chuckled softly, letting the analysis happen without a worry, he looked very much adorable this way anyway. Eventually the older got bored, scooping the artist up without a word and planting him onto the bed of the room, where Hyunjin mostly slept when he stayed up late at night.

“You argued quite loudly with Changbin, and now you act like you don’t deserve punishment?” Chan scolded, but the smile he wore was much less intimidating. Grabbing his wrists he pinned them high, high above his head, stretching out his shirt to reveal his tummy entirely. The younger visibly panicked, babbling pleas of apologies as he watched the paint brush he was so curious about draw closer to his tummy. Shaking his head, he was begging on his knees, or lying down, for this not to happen.

“Since you were drawing, how about I draw for you?” With that, Chan attached his lips to Hyunjin’s stomach, blowing long and torturous raspberries all over. Hyunjin shrieked, his sensitivity hitting new peaks as he stomped and cackled.

“ARGH AHAHAHAH! I CAHAHAHN’T TAHAHAHKE IT!” Hyunjin squealed out desperately, trying to pull his arms down from being held like ropes up to head, unable to do anything but thrash like a fish out of water. Chan grumbled when screeches filled the air, maybe he should’ve just ended it at Jeongin. But no matter, there wouldn’t be anymore screeching soon enough.

Lifting his lips from the tortured tummy, Hyunjin panted and gasped for air, pleading for mercy as he pulled at his arms, putting out his lower lip to make him look all the more miserable. Unfortunately, the judge did not rule in his favour, as right then he felt the paintbrush dip into his navel, painting delicate strokes that made him shriek before cackling like a maniac, digging his heels into the bed.

“OHOHO MY GAHAHAHD! MAHAHAKE IT STAHAHAP!” He cried out, going absolutely crazy as if he had lost his wits, much to Chan’s fun. He enjoyed seeing the drama queen being himself, wanting and craving more laughter for his ensemble of a punishment. He knew that the ferret would tap out soon, but those flushed cheeks and crinkled eyes made it hard to resist.

“One last finale…” Chan stuck his lips onto Hyunjin’s side, blowing as hard as he could. A scream loud enough to wake up the entire dorm rang out before it turned pin drop silent, Hyunjin silently begging for mercy as his throat turned hoarse and quiet. The older’s canvas was finished, letting him go as he watched the artist curl up into a ball, giggling away the tingles. He tucked Hyunjin into bed, being careful not to touch him as he twitched in agitated motions from how hard he was wrecked. Leaving the second last room, he ventured out, tickle hungry enough to say he was starving for his last victim.

6 kids down, now for the last one, he’d be saving the best for last.

Humming a soft tune, Chan spins around the halls gleefully, his mood to wreck his children increasing by the second. It put his nerves on end, sent his heart pounding and heightening his senses. He practically flipped the dorm upside down trying to find the last child of a rapper, nowhere to be found. Just as he heaved a sigh of frustration and stomped his feet with a pout, a squeal came from the chick’s coop, a squeal he knew anywhere else.

Bolting and barging right into the brownie boy’s room, he swung open the door faster than lightning, face to face with Minho’s babies, wrestling on the pillows. His eyes met Changbin’s in an instant, boring holes that went straight through the rapper’s soul, sending a chill down his spine. Believe me when I said he dashed out as fast as Chan came in, squealing for his life as a ravenous Chan chased him down.

Unfortunately, the dwaekki was caught almost as soon as he left, hoisted up into the air and slumped onto Chan’s shoulder as if he weighed air. As they trekked into Chan’s bedroom, Changbin squirmed and thrashed, trying to pull away the hands locked around his waist.

“You made me suffer. Through. All. That. Finding. You are so. So. Getting. It.” Chan emphasised his firm point, each full stop he made containing a poke somewhere on the younger’s body, from his ribs to his sides, then his back to his hips, it made Changbin squeal loudly with each poke. Thrown on the bed, the oldest took the sweater he originally intended to wear to sleep before he was disturbed, now tying Changbin’s hands above his head, making him whimper in fear.

“Since you made me go through all that finding, I’ll tell you exactly what I’m going to do to you. First, I’ll scratch these nails into your ribs, right into the crevices while whispering sweet compliments into your ear, not to mention blow wind into them. Then, I’ll knead your hips gently, not enough to make you hysterical but you’ll buck like a wild bull. To keep you down, I’ll nibble along that cute pudge of your tummy, I just bet it’ll be unbearable to you. But too bad, it won’t stop till I feel that I’ve had enough and don’t feel hungry. Aw~ You blushing?”

Chan cooed after meticulously plotting and spilling his actions that would be happening to the poor rapper underneath, whose face and ears were already on fire before anything even happened. He shook his head desperately, digging his heels into the bed as the cat fiddled with his tongue, unable to get words out. Anticipation was killing him, the thought of being told exactly what was doing and having the thought of cackling himself silly drove him up the wall. He shrieked when Chan merely placed his hands underneath his shirt, the warmth of his hands making him burst into sweet high pitched giggles, eyes crinkled shut with a dimpled smile.

“What a cutie~ Haven’t even touched you yet and you’re so giggly? Isn’t that just the sweetest…” The oldest might’ve been a tad bit sadistic for being so cruel, but he was hungry for that laughter, especially after all that searching.

“Pl-Plehehehease! I-I’m sohohohory!” Changbin meekly begged, unable to take the tendrils of anticipation that drove him crazy before any fingers or lips got the chance to wreck him silly, what an embarrassment.

“You want me to wreck you? Want me to wreck you badly?” Chan cooed sweetly with an innocent smile, masking away his sinister intentions as a squirmy Changbin only got redder in the face, nodding timidly. He smirked, he loved getting his way.

Diving his head under Bin’s sweatshirt, he did exactly what he set out to do, teeth settling onto the pudge of fat that lined his tummy before his v-line, going crazy with raspberries and nibbles onto it. His fingers drilled into his thighs, the inner section where the skin would clash the thighs together, switching between his nails scribbling up and down to squeezing it relentlessly.

To say Changbin went crazy was an understatement, a loud, shrill scream akin to Hyunjin’s left his mouth before he cackled himself insane, trying first to close his legs before they were open back up promptly, arching his back, but it only pressed that dreaded mouth against his bare skin more, forcing him to crash back down.

“ARGHAHAHAHAAH! YAHAHAHAA!” He couldn’t even get words out, only shaking his head as he tugged hard at the sweater, who suffered in agony from the sheer strength it was being tugged at, but didn’t relent to let his hands free. Chan chuckled slowly, mumbling against his pudge that made him squeal.

“Can’t even speak anymore Bin? How adorable.” Was all that left his mouth before he got busy on his tummy again, Changbin absolutely hated how his Hyungs knew exactly where to make him go ballistic, his fingers digging into his wrists in ticklish agony. His howling didn’t even make it to two minutes before it cut off, hoarsely but silently begging for mercy as tears streamed down his face like rivulets.

Chan let up, he wasn’t out to kill after all. Lifting himself out of Changbin’s shirt and untying him, he snuggled into Changbin’s hair, taking in the sweet scent of strawberries and kissing the top of his head sweetly. His hands did his usual routine of tracing those hearts into his cheeks, making the younger smile shyly through his greedy panting. They both fell asleep, both tired from hunting and being hunted.

At least now the members knew what was not to mess with now, especially at night when there was a tired chan in bed trying to sleep.

#..?#meow #no context #Felt like it #ler channie #lee changbin #lee!minho #lee hyunjin #lee Han #lee Jisung #lee!felix #lee seungmin #lee jeongin

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skznccmlee · 11 months

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I NEED HELP FOR SOMETHING

I'm tryna find a ler!Han lee!Changbin tword fic

The plot it's like

Bin was in lee mood and (as ig everyone of us do) searched tword-related things on internet

But he forgot to delete his history

Next day Han asked him to borrow his phone and saw his all tword history and later helps him w his lee mood

I really wanna find it but I couldn't💔💔💔

#tickle #tickle community #lee #stray kids tickle #sfw tickle community #just a lee suffering #lee changbin #ler han

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huiracha · 1 month

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SKZ’S MAGIC SCHOOL FEAST ♡

#stray kids #bystay #skz #bang chan #lee know #changbin #hyunjin #han #felix #seungmin #i.n #gifs #anniversary

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forlix · 4 months

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· . ˚ 𝐭𝐡�� 𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞

— the little mannerisms you pick up from the members of stray kids over the course of your relationship.

words・3.7k / pairings・ot8 x gn!reader / genres・fluff, humor, borderline crack, intentional lowercase, established relationship(s) / warnings・minsung’s are suggestive, touch of anxiety in felix's, jeongin's is lowkey gross LMFAO

a/n・massive shoutout to @/http.dwaekkii on tiktok for their edits about the boys' habits, which i consulted for chan, changbin, seungmin, and jeongin (and to @astraystayyh for beta reading hehe. what would i do without u). these were sooooo fun to write, hope u guys enjoy (｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )

chan + getting shy easily. poor thing gets embarrassed so quickly as it is. throw you into the mix and it’s just critical hit after critical hit. defense lowered. no health potions left. he folds like a lawn chair with a massive smile and a whiny “stooooop” every time you say something even remotely affectionate. the habit is adorable, and you love it to pieces.

but you like poking fun at it even more. “god forbid i find my literal underwear model of a boyfriend attractive,” you’d say, or something along those lines, which of course only triples his embarrassment and on more than one occasion results in him starfishing on your kitchen floor, his hood pulled over his face.

fast forward however many months. he’s still the worst compliment-receiver you know, but you discover one arbitrary afternoon that it’s rubbed off on you.

the two of you are cuddled together on the living room couch in your usual fashion, your legs thrown over his thighs and his hands tracing absently over your shins as you relay to him something you overheard on the subway. the conversation is painfully normal. you’re almost bored. you pause to take a breath, and he murmurs, out of nowhere, in the dreamiest tone: “so damn beautiful.”

“wha—huh? what is?”

“you. your voice, your face, everything. i‘m lucky.”

your expression of bewilderment persists for around ten seconds, and then slowly, so slowly, you begin to sandwich your head between your knees, balling yourself up like a spooked armadillo. chan wonders if he should call an ambulance.

“love?” no response. “what, uh, what’s happening right now, exactly?”

no response. no response. then, hoarsely, “you can’t...say shit like that…randomly.”

he notices two things after that. one, your skin is burning hot enough to fry something upon, and two, you’ve formed a fist in the fabric of his hoodie, which you only do when you’re pretending to be annoyed at him. the puzzle pieces fall into place, and he starts grinning like a madman.

“you’re…embarrassed?”

the guttural groan you emit is more than enough of an answer, and the cute aggression that overcomes chan is fucking debilitating. he wraps his arms around you and hauls you entirely off the couch and onto his lap, littering kisses over your face until it finally resigns into a matching smile. all intent to continue feigning grumpiness erased with the drop of a hat. you drape an arm over his neck.

“you’re so good to me, channie,” you sigh helplessly. “i love you.”

“love you more, baby.” he imprints these words directly upon your lips, then pulls away, giggles. “that was very me of you, by the way.”

“i know, right? i was just about to say.”

minho + butt touching. it’s quite simple, really. if lee minho is within proximity of someone’s buttocks, he will, as he lives and breathes, make it known. will it be a coy little swat or a yelp-eliciting, full-bodied grab? nobody ever knows, not even him. the unpredictability is what makes it exciting.

but it takes a while before this starts applying to you, because the way minho touches you is…different. doting. there’s no other way to describe how he always holds the nape of your neck while kissing you, how he rests a hand against the small of your back whenever he leads you somewhere, how during the nights you can’t sleep he guides you to the place on his chest where he knows his heartbeat is loudest. he even drags you into his trademark headlocks the same way one would hold an invaluable treasure. he’s so obsessed with all of you that he never thinks to pay just your butt special attention (though it is, indeed, a special butt).

you take it into your own hands. literally.

you don’t know what prompts it—maybe you’ve simply seen minho slap his members’ asses one too many times, or maybe you’re still thinking of the specific time minho slapped changbin’s ass in passing and it fucking echoed, or maybe minho just looks especially fine in this practice outfit, a skintight tee and washed sweatpants that hug him in all the right places—but you feel a new urge today as your boyfriend swings his duffel over his shoulder, circles around the kitchen counter.

he puckers up as he nears you, silently requesting his goodbye; you give it to him, relishing for a moment in the familiar, soft plush of his lips beneath yours. then he pulls away and turns to leave, and your hand acquires its target.

“go get ‘em, tiger.” thwack!

minho jumps a foot into the air. clutches his pearls and his left butt cheek. becomes the splitting image of that perplexed blonde lady surrounded by geometry.

but when he turns around to stare at you, the smirk melting across his face betrays how he really feels about what you’ve just done. good. really good.

you, meanwhile, look genuinely confused. “it’s like it moved on its own.”

minho beams. steps towards you daintily, intentionally, like a cat catching sight of a laser beam. brings a hand to your hip, murmurs, “that’s what we’re doing now?” kisses you again, for longer this time.

you fully foresee his fingers wandering to your ass to give it a gentle squeeze, but you reach up to cuff his shoulder when it happens anyways, and his laugh vibrates against your mouth. it seems you’ll be reaping what you’ve sown from now on.

(good luck.)

changbin + the Cackle™. yes, you said something exceptionally funny. yes, you expected changbin to find it funny too. but you couldn’t expect the godforsaken noise that left his mouth as he threw himself straight into the tree planter behind you.

your mind spun with frantic questions as you helped him out of the dirt. had the spirit of spongebob just usurped his vocal cords? were you on a date with the wicked witch of the west? most importantly—

“are you well?” you sputtered, which only made him laugh harder and his laugh so much crazier, so you started laughing, too. and you were goners, falling over each other until you’d been reduced to watery eyes and sore cheeks, your giggling interrupted only by the sound of you slapping his thigh every so often, heartily enough to reverberate around the little park in which you concluded your second date.

that’s how you fall for seo changbin: laughing. with a reckless, breathless abandon you didn’t think possible. stumbling across empty sidewalks, spitting noodles across dining tables, begging for mercy on studio couches. wrestling under tear-stained comforters, starting (and re-starting) silly stories, huffing into beaming kisses. the list goes on.

you never quite get used to that chortle of his, too busy enjoying its insanity to notice how your own chuckles grow shorter and shriller, how they gradually develop an edge like the chittering of a forest dweller.

you complete your transformation on your ninety-eighth date.

no, changbin doesn’t say anything exceptionally funny. no, he doesn’t expect you to find it funny, either. he expects least of all for you to fold over the kitchen island and start cackling like cruella de vil on helium.

han turns around from his seat on the couch. chan’s footsteps come to a halt as he emerges from the bathroom. both of them have fear in their eyes as they witness your undoing.

the only thing on changbin’s face, though, is unfettered delight.

“b-baby,” he sputters with a growing smile. “are you—”

you lift your face off the marble surface and turn to face him. the entirety of your forehead and the point of your nose is covered in flour. you blow a cloud of the stuff out of your mouth like a dragon awoken from slumber.

he loses it.

the two of you make your way onto the floor in slow motion, ending in a tangled heap against the side of the counter. changbin tries to clean off the flour and smears it all over your cheeks instead. you are zero help whatsoever, smacking his bicep like that’ll help you catch your breath. your synchronized, diabolical laughter reaches every corner of the apartment. your happiness reaches every nerve ending.

chan and han look at each other, sigh. han takes a video.

hyunjin + side-eyeing. this man is so god awful at controlling his face, bless him…and DAMN HIM.

on one hand, you love how in tune with his emotions he is, how confidently he puts them on display. and you love your synergy. you come closer to believing in soulmates every time you glance his way and discover your exact feelings written all over his features; it’s a special type of happiness, sharing a brain with your favorite person in the world.

on the other hand, you think there’s a time and place for candor, and he tends, well, not to think at all. during many a precarious situation, you’ll catch him wearing an expression so transparent that he might as well arrange the words THIS IS STUPID AND I HATE ALL OF YOU over his head in neon lights. cue a dig of your heel into his toe, a hiss of pain cut short by your piercing glare. if you’d known ahead of time that dating hwang hyunjin would have you doing so much damage control…you’d still date him, let’s be real. but you do get stressed at times.

the night the tables turn, you’re at a celebratory dinner for your coworker’s birthday. small caveat: you can’t stand her. she’s the type to spontaneously combust if she goes two minutes without talking about herself. certainly doesn’t help that she’s downing champagne like water, and her lips are looser than ever.

hyunjin comes with you, fortunately. or not. he spends the whole evening trying so hard not to laugh: snorting into his bread, excusing himself to “cough.” you think he actually starts doing breathing exercises at some point. you’re so, so grateful that he’s here, but you’re also deathly afraid that he’s gonna bring out those neon lights in front of your entire office.

then, she flirts with him.

from the opposite end of the table. perfectly wasted but still knowing perfectly well that he’s yours. the whole patio goes silent. hyunjin’s jaw hits the table.

your fork clatters to your plate.

FUCK time and place.

the side-eye you give her is devastating. truly masterful. your brow furrows. your eyes turn to slits. your gaze does the up-down-up of unadulterated incredulity. hyunjin recognizes the motions straightaway and starts smiling so hard his whole face hurts.

you take your boyfriend’s wrist and stand up. he follows suit. you don’t say a thing as you leave the restaurant, and you don’t have to. the intensity of your disdain was more than enough; anything more and she might’ve started crying.

once you’re on the curb outside, hyunjin pulls on your interlocked hands, brings you close. his lips brush against the shell of your ear. you hear laughter and his smirk in his voice.

“you’re so fucking sexy, holy shit.”

jisung + how he applies lip balm. that han jisung is the pioneer of modern day babygirlism is the worst kept secret in the world. that han jisung applies lip balm the riveting way he does, however, is unknown even to you. until one morning.

you pop into the bathroom and make your usual beeline for your toothbrush, only to end up motionless in front of the sink, staring. jisung is a bit off to the side, hair pinned back by a cinnamoroll headband, eyes glued to his phone, hand holding a tube of chapstick that you can actually see getting shorter in real time. he looks so pensive, so concentrated. how long has it been since he last blinked? you’ve half a mind to pull out a stopwatch.

finally, he rubs his lips together, recaps the chapstick, and makes eye contact with you in the mirror. a smile crosses his face, equal parts confused and amused.

“baby, your mouth is open.”

you close it. then you open it again, and your words come out in a barely-contained laugh: “what on earth did you just do?”

“what do you mean?”

“the—” you point at his mouth, then do your best impression of an elementary schooler trying to color inside the lines. “—that.”

jisung looks aghast. “that was LIP BALM.”

“no, i know what it—you’re so—i meant, why do you apply it like that?”

jisung continues to look aghast. “like what?”

“like you’re one of socrates’ prized pupils and the answer to the universe’s formation lies at the bottom of—” you step in close, reach into the pocket of his sweatpants. “—this tube!”

it might be the craziest thing you’ve ever said to him. he bursts into laughter, the kind that leaves him no recollection of what he does with his limbs, and when he can see straight again he discovers he’s pressed you gently against the counter. his fingers latched around the hem of your top, his grin inches away from yours. can’t stay away from you to save his life, this one.

“do i actually?”

“yes! holy shit, it’s so cute.” your arms circle around his neck, also without an ounce of thought, also through a fit of giggles. “no way you’ve always done that, right?”

“i don’t know. i’ve never thought about it.” a pause. a tilt of his head, with purpose. “am i…doing it wrong?”

the question is a trap and you realize it too late. your gaze drops from his eyes to his lips—a ray of sunlight glistens off the pink plush like a paid actor—then back to his eyes. let’s find out.

you lean in. so does he. and his mouth tastes and feels like melted fucking sugar. it’s such a pleasant surprise that you actually moan, and he chuckles against you. lifts you onto the edge of the sink. your mind really goes empty after that, save for one thought. i have to start doing that.

felix + checking his own pulse. you saw it from afar, the first time.

he stood by the stage’s entrance just before curtain up, pointer and middle finger pressed against the side of his neck. eyelids sealed closed, chest heaving. you tilted your head, puzzled. worried. then the concert began, and you pushed the image to the back of your mind.

it returned to the forefront right before bed.

“you do it when you’re nervous?”

“yeah. forces me to ground myself. turns off the world for a bit.” the hand rubbing circles into your back paused. “wanna give it a go?”

“what, checking my pulse?”

“mine.”

you lifted your head off the pillow. felix took your hand from where it sat upon his ribs, isolating two fingers and nestling them over his jugular. his quickened heartbeat pressed into your skin like the world’s gentlest tattoo.

the sixty seconds began and concluded in total silence.

“well?” he whispered.

“ninety-three,” you answered, lightheaded from the sheer intimacy of it all. “you’re nervous right now?”

“something like that,” he hummed. pulled you down, kissed you deeply. there were no more words exchanged that night.

the habit surfaced more than you knew. while driving to visit your parents. after a stupid argument with a bouquet of flowers tucked beneath his free arm. you started doing it for him in the times he couldn’t, and he’d cover your hand with his own and kiss the top of your head silently, gratefully.

two years have passed since, and you’ve vanished from the dinner table.

felix asks the nearest waiter for directions to the restrooms. you don’t notice when the door swings open, unmoving in your spot over the sink, your pointer and middle finger pressed against the side of your neck.

his hand finds your hip. you let him turn you around and bring you to his chest; he glances at the crystalline droplets studding your lashes and falling from your cheeks. his eyes convey what his mouth doesn’t need to, not anymore.

let me.

you do.

his fingers replace yours the moment you drop them from under your jaw, the movement like clockwork. he counts your every heartbeat with unblinking concentration, his heart growing heavier the higher the number climbs.

the sixty seconds begin and conclude in total silence.

“well?” you whisper.

“hundred and six,” he answers. to his confusion, a smile pulls at your lips.

he wonders if it’s a trick of the bathroom lights when he sees the tiny box you pluck from your pocket, but there’s no mistaking the reality of the diamond ring that sits behind its open lid.

the earth slants under his feet.

“crazy.” you giggle through your tears, run your thumb over his cheekbone. “that’s how many years i want with you.”

seungmin + poking eyes(?) he’s hardly touched puppym when your voice is slicing through the living room air like a fucking beyblade.

“KIM SEUNGMIN, UNHAND HIM THIS INSTANT.”

do you have a sixth sense just for this? he throws his hands up in exasperation. “he’s literally me. i’m allowed to do whatever i want with me.”

“he’s not you, he’s our son.” you pop out of nowhere to swipe the plushie from over your boyfriend’s shoulder. “my son, if you keep this up.”

“just say you hate me and my preferred avenues of self expression.”

upside-down, he watches you dust off puppym’s face and smooch his forehead with a tenderness that makes seungmin unhappier than he lets on. you then tuck him into your jacket pocket. the little shit’s expression looks strangely smug poking out of its cotton capsule.

“i’m asking you to not gauge his eyes out, not to deliver me the holy grail,” you say. “you’ll survive.”

but then he feels your hands on either side of his face, and you lean over him like the mj to his peter, leave a kiss on the space between his eyes, too. he has zero say in the bashful smile this brings to his face.

“but why do you do that, seriously?” you mutter.

“i have no idea,” he replies. “but it’s fun. try it.”

“i’ll think about it.” you lean in again, and he nearly forgets what you were talking about in the first place when you kiss him on the lips this time. “okay, i’ve thought about it. no.”

“hate you,” he says despite the literal hearts in his eyes, and then you’re off to work.

puppym takes strikingly after his father. they have the same bangs. the same compulsively squeezable quality. the same little :3 that can only allude to sinister plottings. you’d be loath to admit that you sort of comprehend seungmin’s poking predisposition.

one night, seungmin falls asleep before you even finish your nighttime routine, and you spot in his peaceful, upturned face an opportunity.

you lie belly-down on your side of the bed. your fingers splay into a peace-sign in the air. your smile stretches further into a cheshire grin the closer you bring your hand. you’re just about to reach the ends of his eyelashes when—

“I KNEW IT!”

you almost catapult into the ceiling. then you try to make a mad dash for the bathroom. but seungmin shoots a hand around your wrist like he’s actually peter parker and pins you down before you so much as take a step. your only remaining option is to sulk about your foiled plans. (and blush, because, well, you’re under him.)

“amateur,” he tsks. “you gotta test my breathing to make sure i’m asleep first. shit’s foolproof.”

you blink at him for a few seconds. his words finally click.

now you almost catapult him into the ceiling.

“HOW MANY TIMES?”

jeongin + eating food in one bite. so you might be an instigator.

“hwuck,” he grumbles around the whole ice cream cone in his mouth, face scrunched up in a brain-freeze-induced wince. “ayee ith waz a bah iyeah.” (translation: fuck, maybe this was a bad idea.)

“you got this. just take it slow,” you urge, except he’s stopped moving and speaking and closed his eyes as if he’s descending into a deep sleep. you’re actually concerned for about two seconds, and then his jaw begins to oscillate leisurely like an elderly cow in his favorite pasture. false alarm.

after some time, he swallows, beams. “so am i the fucking best or what.”

“yeah you are,” you echo, and he swings an arm over your shoulder, plants a chocolatey kiss on your temple. the two of you celebrate his daesangs with less enthusiasm.

“when are you doing that with me, by the way?”

“the one-bite thing?” he nods. “mmm, coaches don’t play.”

“mmm, this one will.”

“doubtful.”

fast forward a few weeks and you, jeongin, and his younger brother are sitting cross-legged on the porch in his backyard. three full-sized oranges rest in the center of your makeshift circle. damn is yoon hard to say no to. (runs in the family.)

“the rules!” he declares. “eat the orange whole! first to swallow it wins! you can’t spit it out!”

you wait. “is that it?”

“yes!”

why was the delivery so grand?

jeongin places a fond hand atop his brother’s head. “i’ve brought you a new loser, yoonie. get excited.”

you feign an indifferent scoff, but jeongin spots the fire that ignites behind your eyes like that of an anime protagonist, the resolute grip with which you palm your orange. he smirks. he’s never known you to take trash talk sitting down. or sitting cross-legged on his porch.

yoon counts you off. “ready…”

“good luck, coach,” jeongin sings.

“shut up, pipsqueak.”

“set…GO!”

in amusing unison, you and yoon try and fail to fasten your teeth around even half of the fruit. jeongin, meanwhile, fits the whole thing into his black hole of an oral cavity and launches into that dumb cow impression again.

desperate times call for desperate measures.

you rip the orange from your lips. “yoon! your brother’s ticklish, right?”

both yang siblings’ eyes widen—the younger’s in growing delight, the older’s in impending horror.

the latter reacts first. “ay, ay, ay, ah ahes eh ooles!” (translation: wait, wait, wait, that’s against the rules!)

but the former moves first, and you’re right behind him.

jeongin weakens when the younger boy assaults his sides, crumples when you target the back of his neck, the sounds leaving his mouth getting progressively louder and somehow even less intelligible.

he eventually has to spit out the orange to avoid death by pulp going down the wrong pipe and spins around in indignation, wiping at his chin with the back of his hand. but his annoyance—

you’re back on the floor, gnawing hopelessly at the the orange again. “ih ih eawahin, ooh.” (translation: this is embarrassing, yoon.)

yoon replies, “huh?” (translation: huh?)

—dissipates, immediately.

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baby-yongbok · 1 month

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Boyfriend SKZ!Fake Texts - They have a wet dream about you

Genre: Smut, fairly detailed. Like, its dirty

Warnings: mentions of unprotected sex (wear a rubber, yall), breeding (? - if you squint and only for Jeongin's), Jeongin is a tad bit possessive, It gets more dirty the further you get.

✧ Masterlist ✧

Chan

Lee Know/Minho

Changbin

Hyunjin

Han

Felix

Seungmin

I.N

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felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna · 5 months

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they all look so good. something in that japanese air.

📸 - tinyzoo

#stray kids #bang chan #lee know #changbin #hyunjin #han #felix #seungmin #I.N #christopher bang #lee minho #seo changbin #hwang hyunjin #han jisung #lee felix #kim seungmin #yang jeongin

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soobnny · 4 months

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stolen kisses with stray kids — established relationship, extreme fluff, some might be suggestive ? (2.0k words)

moments they steal a kiss & where they do it

chan. during movie night when everyone’s asleep

it’s a little scandalous, they way he reaches for your lips while his friends are asleep during one of your movie nights.

it’s around 2am, and the only reason you’re still awake is because chan’s being extra clingy with the way he squeezes your waist, running his cold hand under your shirt.

how can anyone expect him to fall asleep though? not when you’re so close to him, and he can smell your shampoo, and feel your steady breathing.

“sleepy.” you mumble, grabbing the ends of your shared blanket that jisung had stolen most of hours ago. chan had to excuse himself midway through your third movie to get you a new one.

“hmm.” he hums in response, nuzzling his nose against your hair, hands planting themselves on your bare waist. “is my baby sleepy?”

“mhm.” chan can’t help but grin down at you, disentangling his head from your hair for a moment to look at you—your sleepy smile and drooping eyes. how could he not press his lips on yours when you’re looking at him like that?

it feels like a shot of espresso, and he would’ve gone in for another one had you not fallen asleep, head buried in his neck and arms gripping his shirt.

minho. at the dance practice room while waiting for everyone else to arrive

minho’s arms are immediately locked around your torso the minute you walk into your university’s dance practice room. your boyfriend had rented it out for the evening with his friends to practice their final project, and you’d come with dinner and your support.

“5 minutes.” he whispers with a sinister grin, and you’re about to question what he meant when he goes straight in for your lips. ah, five minutes before his friends get here.

his lips aren’t shy at all. you can feel him growing more desperate as seconds pass, and you don’t know what’s gotten into your boyfriend for him to be kissing you like this, but you don’t exactly have any complaints.

minho kisses up your jaw, pulling your hips closer to his before planting his lips back on yours. and you have to admit, it’s a little attractive to catch a glimpse of the way he’s holding you and the way he’s kissing you from the dance studio’s big fucking mirror.

you don’t even realize how much time had passed. everything felt like a blur with the way your boyfriend was kissing you. but before you know it, there are knocks on the door and minho is breathing heavily against your neck.

he presses one last final kiss on your lips before he’s pulling away from the tight grip he’d placed you in earlier. it’s impressive, the way he immediately switches to a more composed version of himself—unlocking the doors and welcoming his friends inside. the smile on his face is gone, and it makes your face heat up to think that they have no idea what had happened just five minutes before they walked into the studio.

changbin. in the gym room against the lockers

“babe, i have the water bottle you’d left—oh!”

changbin gives you no warning when he kisses you against the lockers of his condominium’s gym. you suppose it’s because he’s the only one there. despite his appearance, your boyfriend is usually shy when it comes to public displays of affection.

it doesn’t help that he has a very visible afterglow after his workout session, sheen of sweat on his arms and forehead, and it really is hard to look away—well, it would’ve been hard if you weren’t so preoccupied with the way he was kissing you. it’s slow, and very very hot because it’s so uncharacteristic of your boyfriend to be kissing you like this where anyone could walk in on you. he lets his lips linger for a little longer than your usual kisses, completely taking away your breath.

when he pulls away, he’s still staring at your lips, and you can see a soft smile playing on his. he sends you another peck on the lips before he’s grabbing at the water bottle in your hand.

“thanks baby.” he downs the water in one chug, arms flexing and playing into the fabric of the top he’s wearing. you’re still against the lockers, where he’d pushed you against earlier, and his free arm is still locking you in place. you feel akin to a schoolgirl, with her crush so close.

the thought of him kissing you again like this has you mentally kicking your feet.

hyunjin. in the art studio’s closet where they keep the supplies

he kisses you in the university’s art studio closet—where they keep the supplies. you’d only meant to help hyunjin clean up, but you find yourself locked between his arms with his lips on yours. maybe it’s something about how your boyfriend is much more romantic when he’s in his artist’s mindset, but he refuses to pull away.

you don’t know he’d spent hours prior trying to paint even just a fraction of how he feels about you on the canvas. you were only able to catch a glimpse of vivid colors, the same that’s staining his hands and clinging to his skin.

hyunjin only pulls away when he accidentally knocks down a stool in the cramped space, pulling away and shyly crinkling his nose. it’s a direct contrast to how rough he’d been, hands roaming every possible inch of your face and neck and waist.

when you step outside, you catch your reflection in the studio’s big studio. the sight makes your cheeks heat up embarrassingly, and hyunjin has to apologize for caking your face with the paint that had been on his hands prior to stealing your lips in that closet.

jisung. at the dorm room while his roommate is away

can someone really blame him? you just looked so kissable with your pouty lips and your furrowed eyebrows. when you’d finally succumbed to studying for the night, jisung wastes no time, catching your lips in his.

he’d give anything to continue pressing his lips into yours for the entirety of his life.

and if not for the rest of his life, then at least for a couple more hours while the sun is still up — and while felix (his roommate) is very much not in their dorm yet.

jisung smiles at you when you pull away—that dumb smile he always gives you when he’s not quite done kissing you yet. he has his hands firmly planted on your hips, and his legs are outstretched so you’re comfortable on his lap.

you have a feeling you’ll leave his dorm with a flushed face and swollen lips. you hope felix isn’t on his way home anytime soon.

felix. while baking seungmin’s birthday cake, everytime jisung exits the kitchen

in his dorm’s mini kitchen while the three of you with jisung bake seungmin’s birthday cake. he only ever does it when his roommate is too distracted with other things like what he should get the younger boy—would a gag gift of a stuffed penis be enough to torment seungmin? you can hear him clearly from the living room, calling out to ask you for advice, but felix stands firm on wanting to kiss you until you can’t breathe.

“felix, stop! jisung might walk in on us.” though you’re telling him to stop, it’s a little hard to convince your boyfriend when you’re giggling and kissing him back.

who could blame felix though? how can he not kiss you when there’s frosting on your lips from decorating the cake? and what better way to clean it than kissing it off?

he has you lifted up on the counter, stood between your legs with his hands on your thighs. you’d shiver once in a while, it can’t be helped when the boy’s running his cold hands up and down your bare skin, hiking your shirt up just a little bit.

and he’s mastered the art of excuses at this point, always having something to say when jisung walks into the kitchen and suspiciously eyes the both of you because why are your lips the same color as the extra frosting.

though, on his hundredth attempt at secretly kissing you, jisung walks right in and immediately screams “my eyes!” as he runs away with his palms covering his eyes.

seungmin. against the bookshelves of the library

“kiss me.” it feels wrong coming out of his lips. your goody two shoes, straight a’s boyfriend, whispering for you to kiss him in the library.

seungmin’s taking advantage of the fact that nobody ever stays at the university’s library past 12am, not when exam seasons are far off. he had dragged you here earlier, something about a project, and with nothing better to do, you’d thought you would accompany him.

you’d expected him to bury his face in his laptop as usual, square glasses on his concentrated face. you didn’t expect to be making out with him against the bookshelves of the library—somewhere by the anatomy section, you don’t even remember anymore.

it’s like he prepared for this too, knowing exactly where you won’t be caught. he has you between his arms, and he ghosts your face terribly close to his.

it really isn’t difficult to admit that seungmin is wildly attractive like this. while you loved your nerdy boyfriend, something about him with his messy hair and his eyeglasses discarded has you breathing erratically.

his lips immediately catch yours when you lean forward to kiss him. it’s a little messy, but you give into it, and into his tongue that’s swiping on your bottom lip. you don’t know what had warranted this, but it definitely isn’t unwelcomed.

you only pull away when you hear the librarian surveying the lines of shelves, noticing that you and seungmin had been gone a little too long. it really isn’t that hard to find a book.

when you come back to your corner table, seungmin doesn’t say anything. his glasses are back on his frame, but it’s hard to miss his smirk and the way he’s running his tongue over his lips once in a while.

jeongin. under the school’s staircase in between class

jeongin loves to steal kisses in between classes. he’d kiss you anywhere, behind your department’s building, inside an empty classroom, anywhere with no prying eyes.

today, it’s under your school’s staircase. he kisses you sweetly, almost romantic. the kind of kiss that tells you he misses you despite it only being a few hours since you last saw each other.

he kisses you over and over in between quiet conversation about how your class went—how was that quiz you had? was it a boring one? he loves listening to you talk, and he loves interrupting you once in a while to place a short peck on your lips. it’s usually when you say your ‘w’s or any letter that puckers your lips up.

similarly, you ask him questions about his class—was his teacher a little less shitty today? did he finish that group project he’d spent many late hours on? what’s on his mind and why is he looking at you like that?

“you.” he says with a smug smile, and it makes butterflies erupt in your stomach. you stare at each other for a while, but jeongin can only go so long without your lips on his so he grabs your chin with his fingers and pulls you gently to place his lips on yours one last time.

the last kisses always last longer, when he knows he’s running out of time, and your next class is looming around the corner. and your boyfriend always knows how to make it count.

“see you on your next break, babe.”

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𝙇𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙏𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝?

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 3.5k

𝙖/𝙣: anonnie, i'm so sorry...i've been through the same and it isn't easy...but im so proud of you for making it as far as you did and we'll do it together <3

𝙩/𝙬: changbin is insecure about a lot of things, unheathy methods, fainting and nutrient deficiency, jealousy, sadness, crying, etc.

𝒍𝒆𝒆: changbin

𝙡𝙚𝙧: minho and hyunjin

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeongins-diary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkedloveandlostpromises @lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry @r00ni1

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛s🖤

IN NO WAY, SHAPE OR FORM DO I BELIEVE THAT CHANGBIN IS UGLY. THIS IS JUST FICTION AND IS NOT MEANT TO RESEMBLE REAL LIFE PEOPLE!!! I BELIEVE THAT CHANGBIN IS ONE OF THE PRETTIEST PEOPLE I HAVE EVER SET EYES ON AND I STAND BY THAT!!!

“AGH! Stop that!” Changbin hissed, slapping Hyunjin’s hand away from his skin.

Binnie scolded himself for wearing a tank top yet again. He just never learned from his mistakes.

He was just trying to speak with the other members, but Hyunjin decided to bother him by sticking his fingers into his upper ribs, near his armpits.

Every shriek the younger earned only increased his need to hear more of them, but Hyunjin got his share of karma soon enough.

“Rank every member by how ticklish they are?! Oh, that sounds like fun!” Chan smirked evilly, everyone’s eyes moving to either Hyunjin or a certain maknae bread.

“Okay, so Hyunjin and Jeongin are tied for first.” Minho started, humming while he thought. “Then Hannie, definitely.”

Jisung started coughing, a blush appearing on his face. Lino thought for a few more moments before speaking again.

“Then it should be Lixie or Chan hyung.”

At once, loud arguments broke out. Both Chan and Felix started shouting at the same time and Minho yelled for them to stop.

“There’s no way you’re less ticklish than me and Lixie!” Chan protested, Felix nodding his head with an offended look.

“But-!” Lino tried to defend himself, but it didn’t work out in the end.

So next on the list was Minho.

“NOW it’s you two.” Lino commented quickly before anyone had a chance to tease him because of his position in the top three.

Everyone agreed. “Oooh, I can’t decide between Seungmin and Changbin!” Minho groaned, thinking as hard as he could.

Meanwhile, both mentioned members started to flush deeply, glancing at each other in embarrassment.

“Let’s have a vote!” Jeongin proposed, and everyone quickly agreed.

“Who votes for Seungmin hyung?” Jeongin asked, putting his own hand up.

Surprisingly, everyone agreed, including Seungmin himself, that he was most probably more ticklish than Changbin.

Changbin grinned happily as everyone else began to tease each other, excluding him.

So there he was, at the bottom of the list. At the moment, it seemed great to Changbin.

Nobody could tease him considering they were higher on the list.

But as Changbin learned, it wasn’t always the best in every case.

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Changbin groaned as he flexed again in the mirror. He has been working so hard in the gym, yet he was unable, in his opinion, to improve his body for their upcoming performance.

He hadn’t changed at all, and he was sure that STAY’s would hate him for it.

[NOT TRUE AT ALL HE’S SO FUCKING PRETTYYY]

His mind began to flash with all the things they would call him. ‘The least popular member AND the least improved?’

Binnie swore that he would break down crying if he thought anymore, so he walked off to try and distract himself.

Minho walked by him in the kitchen, squeezing his belly playfully. It was meant to be a show of affection, but at the moment, Changbin started overthinking, believing that Minho was teasing him.

His eyes welled up, and he blinked rapidly to extinguish the tears before they threatened to drop.

Lino, however, had noticed the rapper’s empty response to his affection, especially at something that would normally earn him at least a giggle.

It was all over when dinner happened, and Changbin was already out of it, leaving the members to believe something was wrong.

They tried with their greatest efforts to involve him in their conversations, believing that he felt left out and lonely, but the only fruit of their efforts were empty replies and few-word responses.

After some concerned glances at each other, Jeongin decided it lighten up the mood by prodding Binnie’s ribs twice, earning quiet squeaks and jolts.

After that, all the members began to coo and giggle at him, smiling at him and playing with his hands to try and cheer him up.

At the show of affection, Changbin’s cheeks flushed a rosy color, and the once dimmed sparkles returned to his eyes.

“Binnieee! You look so cute blushing for us, do it some more?~” Chan teased.

“Our chubby, cute Changbinnieee~” Hyunjin giggled, squishing at the boy’s cheeks.

Changbin’s mind only caught onto one word. He had tried so hard to distract himself from it, but his overthinking returned as his mind began to spiral uncomfortably. ‘Chubby.’

The other members must have noticed that he blanked out, because he suddenly snapped back to reality and heard multiple concerned voices calling his name.

Changbin smiled and excused himself, locking himself in his room the first moment he got.

The other members sat in silence, staring at his untouched plate of food and empty glass of water, wondering what they did wrong.

Over the next few days, the dorm was uncomfortably silent, the once loud and cheery dwaekki now practically living at the gym, not coming home even to eat proper meals, though Chan noticed their box of protein powder and electrolyte packets getting considerably lighter.

Changbin still spoke to the members, however his flame had distinguished and his smiles seemed more strained, and the rapper had now seemed to be struggling to keep himself upright.

The others had constantly tried to get him to take better care of himself, even taking it to the point of where they tried to force meals into his throat.

It only barely worked, and now the members had even less time due to comeback schedules.

Minho and Chan started to take tolls on their health too, and small worry creases began to form on their faces.

In general, the group had no time for breaks, and when they weren’t performing, they barely saw Changbin at all.

The members started to dearly miss the happy, responsible rapper, considering he was their light during all the hardships of comeback season.

But once, they got a break, and was ordered by the company to stay within the building.

The members shuffled awkwardly into the dorm, the energy changing since they realized that it would be the first time together in the dorm in a long period of time.

Everybody ate quietly, and soon enough, Hyunjin couldn’t handle it anymore. “What happened here?” He scoffed sarcastically.

He quickly stuck his fingers up Jisung’s shirt, earning a high pitched yelp.

Quick as lighting, the group was back, talking to each other, grinning in happiness.

After dinner, they battled the maknae down onto the couch and went to town, releasing all their stress through their tickling fingers.

Jeongin was screaming, out of breath and begging as Changbin quietly held his arms down, smiling when the maknae looked at him with teary, pleading eyes.

A sudden surge of jealousy suddenly struck the unprepared rapper, who flushed as he watched all the member’s fingers wiggling onto the youngest’s worst spots.

Ever since the day they had ranked themselves in the list, Changbin noticed a considerable difference in the amount he got tickled, noticing the others always getting each other and not him.

He started to realize that maybe it was because he ranked so low, because they wanted someone with better reactions, someone who was more ticklish.

Insecurity flashed before his eyes, and his chest hurt as he tried to hold back his tears for the umpteenth time that week.

Changbin hadn’t even realized that he had let go of the maknae’s arms, and that the others had been staring at him.

Changbin’s vision went blurry, and his stomach cried out again for food, but yet again he shoved the feelings down as he reached for his water bottle.

After determining that it was empty, he stood up to refill it, and regretted it as dark and white spots swam in his vision.

Binnie stumbled backwards, startling the others as they reached out to catch him.

“Hyung? Are you okay?” Hannie gasped, noticing the older stumbling over himself.

Felix immediately stood up to help him, taking the bottle from his hands and running to fill it.

Seungmin stood up and wrapped his arms around his waist, gasping quietly when he felt just how much weight Changbin had lost to his unhealthy methods.

Changbin groaned in pain, wrapping his arms around his stomach and shuddering.

Suddenly, his entire body gave up on him, sore and spent from the long hours of gym with no energy intake.

Lixie ran back with the water bottle just to let out a loud scream as Binnie collapsed. Luckily, Seungmin was able to safely lower him to the ground, where the others began to panic and shout, trying to wake him up.

Changbin shook in pain for a few seconds before slumping completely, and Chan ran to get the building doctor.

Hyunjin shook his head unhappily. He had seen it all coming.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

Changbin woke up with a jump, feeling fingers running along his side. His eyes felt heavy and exhausted, and he almost shut them again.

“See?! I knew that would wake him up!” Binnie recognized Minho’s voice.

He heard multiple voices around him murmuring, and he watched as Jisung grabbed and yanked him into a hug, and he sank into the younger’s hold.

He felt more arms wrap around him, engulfing him in a wave of warmth and love.

All at once, shame and embarrassment overwashed Changbin’s senses, and he sobbed suddenly, the sounds weak and broken as everyone’s hold tightened, like a strong anchor he could hold onto in the darkest of times.

He cried and cried, wailing quietly and trembling in weakness.

Binnie’s stomach hurt so badly, and he cursed himself for being such a fool, for making a big scene out of everything.

But a voice cut him off. “Take this.” Chan kneeled down to reach his sitting position, placing multiple pills and a glass of water in the rapper’s hand.

At his confused look, Chris explained. “Nutrient deficiency. Overworked and underfed.” He firmly pressed them into the boy’s palm.

Changbin felt embarrassed, for being knocked over like a weak child, and when he looked down in shame, Chan realized that he was being too harsh for someone who had already received punishment enough.

“I’m sorry, bunny. We should have been taking care of you…but we didn’t. I thought you knew better than to do that.” Chan didn’t speak in a angry tone, but a soft, concerned tone, not accusing or harsh.

Changbin sniffled and glanced at the leader with watery eyes. “I’m so sorry, hyung...” He whispered, more tears splashing onto his clenched fists.

Chan’s expression softened as he wiped away Binnie’s tears, the other members staring in slight shock.

“I-I just wanted to look better, for the fans. I don’t wanna look chubby!” He cried out, finally letting out the words that had been plaguing him for so long.

“I don’t want to be hated…I didn’t want any of this…” He whimpered, gasping for breath as Chan’s eyes widened in horror.

Minho stared at the leader in shock, and Hyunjin suddenly felt guilt hit him like a truck, remembering his earlier comment to the older that had made him blank out.

The members hugged him tight, and Chan even sat him on his lap, wrapping his arms around his waist protectively as Changbin finally swallowed the pills slowly.

He whined as Chan pressed in a little deeper, though the leader decided to leave it to another day, and everyone carried the rapper back to dorm.

Lino immediately started up the stove, ready to cook food. Felix grabbed the chocolate bars from the fridge.

After Changbin had taken a much needed shower, he walked into the hall just to see the hall set up for movie night; tons of food and blankets were placed everywhere, along with a fresh batch of brownies.

He looked around for the members, but nobody was there. Suddenly, he felt a pair of arms fasten around his waist, and yank his frail body into the air.

Binnie squealed in surprise, and he stared at Hyunjin as the younger easily manhandled him, carrying him bridal-style to the couch.

Changbin didn’t want to admit it, but watching the dancer lift him like he weighed nothing caused his lee mood to flare up. Badly.

The other members appeared suddenly, kissing his cheeks and playing with his fingers, causing him to flush a happy rosy pink.

They sat Binnie down and took turns feeding him food, and he groaned happily at the taste that he had missed so much, happily taking the food from everyone.

Felix tapped his cheek twice to tell him to open his mouth, and Changbin hesitated as he eyed the brownie in the younger’s hand.

Seungmin appeared behind him and snuck his hands under the boy’s shirt, suddenly tickling him everywhere, and through the rapper’s giggles, Lixie managed to get the brownie in his mouth.

After the small incident, Binnie was unable to focus as his lee mood drove him mad, every touch by another member had him flinching, and it didn’t help that he could hear Chan trying to muffle his laughter as Felix kept poking his side.

Changbin felt like he needed to start provoking somebody to tickle him; there was no way he would be able to sleep with this lee mood.

He suddenly leapt onto Hyunjin, digging into the boy’s sides and hearing loud squawks of laughter.

Soon enough, he let up, hoping that Hyunjin was willing to try and take his revenge somehow.

But it just caused the entire group to start wrecking Hyunjin, and his loud screams drowned out Changbin’s frustrated groan.

That night, Changbin was unable to sleep, staring at his phone. He felt more energized though, probably because the members shoved so much food down his throat his stomach was threatening to burst.

He threw his own arms over his head, wondering what it would feel like to be pinned down so tightly that he couldn’t move, and wrecked in every spot until he went insane.

He watched some clips of the other members tickling each other, and he noticed the absence of clips of his own, though it was clear that he did tickle the others a lot.

Changbin turned off his phone and set it on the bedside table, making sure to keep his arms up as he imagined it.

Usually he was holding the member’s arms above his head, but sometimes when Chan tried to do it to him, he ended up being too strong and yanking his arms down himself.

Changbin whined to himself. Sometimes being the strongest member was a blessing and a curse.

He finally put his arms down as the cold air hitting the underside of his arms started to feel uncomfortable.

Changbin turned and shut his eyes just as he heard the bedroom door open.

Opening his eyes just a little, he spotted Minho and Hyunjin standing over him, and he squeezed his eyes shut. Maybe, they would tickle him awake.

“I know you’re awake, Binnie.”

So much for that. Changbin slowly opened his eyes and stared at the two as they got into bed with him, on either side.

Once they had turned Changbin into the jam spread on their sandwich, they wrapped their arms around him.

It was peaceful and quiet, and Binnie momentarily forgot all about his need for tickles, just enjoying the moment with his members.

Suddenly, an unbearable tingle began at his side, and he grunted before grabbing Hyunjin’s invading hand.

“Don’t.” He said, though he didn’t mean it.

“Oh, I think we should, shouldn’t we?” Minho responded, and Changbin noticed his face burning.

“N-No!” He yelled, Minho’s grip on his wrists suddenly becoming known to him. He squirmed weakly, which was noted by the dancer.

“Did you really think we’d not notice the way you were watching earlier?” Hyunjin giggled, watching Changbin’s eyes widen.

“So, Binnie. Were you…jealous, perhaps?” Lino teased, leaning in slightly knowing that it would fluster the rapper.

“No! W-Why would I be?” Binnie deflected, and Minho released his wrists. “I guess we’re done now.”

Desperate, Changbin replied. “Wait! Okay, maybe I was a little…j-jealous.” He looked down at the end, and the other two cooed playfully at him.

“Did you wanna get wrecked, oh big, tough, Binnie?” Minho teased, watching Changbin’s face turn the color of roses as he whined.

“Is that what you came here for?” Changbin asked, his tone hopeful, which definitely startled Hyunjin.

“What do you mean?” The tallest asked. “I mean, wouldn’t you rather get someone else, you know, someone more ticklish than me?” Changbin whispered, not wanting them to feel uncomfortable.

There was a quiet silence, and Changbin glanced up to see the two staring sadly at him. “Is that why you were upset for so long?” Minho asked, and Binnie nodded slowly.

“I’m so sorry, baby. We should’ve shown equality, but we didn’t.” Minho gave the rapper a quick apologetic hug, suddenly guilty.

“But now, we’ll wreck you the way you deserve.” He gestured to Hyunjin.

“What about the others?” Binnie didn’t want to wake up the sleeping members.

“They’ve gone to the other dorm to get something, it’s just us.” Minho reassured, and Changbin didn’t even notice Hyunjin pulling his arms up and sitting on them.

Minho sent a teasing poke at Binnie’s ribs, the boy shrieking and trying to yank his arms down to protect the spot…just to realize that he was immobile.

“Hyun-JIN! Get ohohoff!” Changbin burst into loud giggles as another pair of fingers walked right into his bare underarms, and Minho concentrated purely on his sensitive hips.

After some time of his cute giggling, Binnie felt a little guilty. “Hyuhuhung! Stohop fohor a sehehecond!”

Minho slowed his fingers so they were just tracing in the crevices of the boy’s ribs. The light sensations sent tingles shooting up Binnie’s body.

“Go rougher…I feel like you’re getting bored.” Binnie pouted sadly. Lino’s face softened, and Hyunjin smiled reassuringly before speaking.

“We’d never get bored with this~” And the tallest started to lightly wiggle his fingers across the boy’s neck, eliciting the cutest giggles from the rapper beneath him.

“How about we go rougher anyway, since our dear Binnie asked for it?” Lino asked, smirking down at the pinned rapper.

The two suddenly started scribbling wherever they could, switching between spots as fast as they could.

Changbin was in shambles, laughter growing louder and louder as he tried his hardest to escape, but just couldn’t.

“See? You’re the least ticklish, but look at how you’re laughing now.” Minho grabbed a small mirror from the bedside table and shoved it in Changbin’s face.

Embarrassed, the rapper tried to turn his head away, but when Hyunjin held his chin and forced him to look at himself, Changbin saw himself.

So content and happy, grinning ear to ear in joy, small tears resting on his rosy face.

Changbin never expected himself to look as pretty as he did, but his chest grew warm in fondness, looking at his own reflection as he giggled involuntarily.

“See? You look so pretty for us, giggling like that~” Minho cooed, fingers still tickling at Changbin’s side as his other hand held up the mirror.

Lino decided to move further up, slipping his hand under the boy’s shirt and squeezing his upper ribs, switching the mirror to his phone as he pressed record.

Binnie cackled with laughter, the cute sound making Hyunjin smile so hard his face started to ache.

“AAAHAH! IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES!” He laughed loudly, falling apart as he tried his hardest to yank his arms down, but couldn’t as Hyunjin sat on them, and his weakened state didn’t allow him to use his strength.

He didn’t even know there was a camera recording him until he heard Hyunjin speak.

“Isn’t he so cute?” The tallest stuck his fingers into Changbin’s outstretched armpits, and the middle screamed as two pairs of hands tickled him to pieces.

“STOPSTOPSTOHOHOHOHOP! HYUHUHUHAHAHAHA!” Binnie was falling apart already, throwing his head in every direction.

“STAYs, you wanna see how ticklish he really is?” Minho followed by blowing a looong raspberry right onto the sensitive area along Binnie’s top ribs, the spot easily accessible due to the tank top that Changbin just couldn’t stop wearing.

Hyunjin pointed the camera to his face right as the boy howled with laughter, high pitched squeals and cackles following as his sensitive spot was abused relentlessly.

His feet kicked wildly in the blankets as small tears fell down his red face.

“NAHAHAHAHA! PLEASE-AGHAHAHAHA!” He couldn’t remember the last time he had laughed so hard, his lee mood satisfied and content.

“OKAAAY—! IHIHIMDONE HYUHUHUNG PLEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAP!” He finally screeched, his now hypersensitive body trembling in exhaustion.

“Only if you admit you’re beautiful!” Hyunjin yelled over the loud laughter.

Changbin shook his head, and Minho only blew harder into the sensitive skin, while Hyune decided to help by lightly tickling the rapper’s neck.

“OKAHAHAY OKAHAHAY! YOU WIHIHIN! IHIHIM BEHEHEAUTIFUL!”

Minho let up, relishing in the dwaekki’s tiny giggles as he rubbed at his body, loudly panting.

The three ended up sleeping together anyway, and Changbin was first to get wrecked in the morning as well.

Wanna know why?

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Chan crowded into the bed with the other kids, too lazy to head back to the other dorm.

He knew Minho would take care of things there anyway.

Suddenly 5 phones lit up, and Chan warily opened the official Kid’s Tiktok.

😼 posted a video: our baby bunny 🐷🐰^^

#kpop tickle #midzywannabeitzy #stray kids #skz tickle #skz #lee changbin #ler minho #ler hyunjin

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heya! i read ur new fic and i LOVE LOVE LOVE IT-please continue writing i will support u to the end of time…but can i request lee! changbin ler! chan if u need any ideas? THANK U HAVE A GREAT DAYYYYY <3

Stop stop I love everything about this eueueiwjwjjwwjjsm thank u anon 🫵🏻🩷

Hope you enjoy soso much ^^ it’s a little shorter than the usual, but I hope its still good!

< Picky Perfectionist >

[Ler! Bangchan]

[Lee! Changbin]

❤️‍🩹 For the sake of this story, they all live within their subunits together! Vocalracha, danceracha, 3racha <3

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“No I think it should have a bit more bass to it.”

“You think so? On which part? I thought it sounded perfect” Changbin replied to Bangchan from the bed as he sat at their production desk going through the potential title tracks for their newest album. They had been working hard for it, and Chan was determined to make it as catchy of a hit as possible.

“I really do think it’s fine as it is” Bin chuckled at Chan the perfectionist.

Chan scoffed and shook his head. “No, no” he said while doing slow hand motions, “if you listen to this part it doesn’t match up well with the chorus. The chorus already has an intense bass part to it, if the pre-chorus does too then it’ll sound way too jumbled together and have no actual climax or way to identify the different between pre chorus and the actual cho-“

“nO wAy To iDeNtiFy ThE pReChOrUs FrOm ThE aCtUaL cHoRuUhUhUAHAHAS” Changbin mocked Chan as he laughed loudly at him from the bed.

Chan laughed to himself and turned in his chair, eyebrows lifted and shocked.

“Bin.”

“Mhm?” An amused Changbin replied, lips pursed.

“This is important.”

“I’m aware.”

“Are you? Really?” Chan questioned.

“Looook I think it’s fine but if you want to change it with your perfectionist picky ass then-“

“I am not that picky! I want it to sound really good!” Chan insisted.

“Oh yes because I don’t. I hope it sounds like shit actually.”

“You‘re so-“ Chan snatched his headphones off his head quickly and walked over to the bed. Bin was laid down on his back when Chan quickly hopped on top of him, sitting criss cross on his thighs with his arms stretched out on either of Bin’s sides on the bed.

“Hello” Bin giggled up at Chan.

“Why are you being like this”

Bin shrugged but began flinching at Chan’s hands, as they were now motioning and moving around with his every word, and Bin knew he would be too tired after his workout to defend himself.

Chan noticed immediately and began to poke and prod at Bin’s sides, having him jolt around everywhere while having a firm grip on Chan’a wrists.

“Stop DON’T. Quihit thAT” Bin yelled as he was prodded.

“sToP dOnT qUiT tHaT- wait, did you say ‘don’t quit that’? Okay” Chan said as he grabbed Binnie’s sides and squeezed them up and down.

“NHAHAHAHA” Changbin yelled out as his back arched and he desperately tried to kick himself away from Chan and his quick hands.

“STOHOHAP CHAHAN” Bin wrapped his arms around his torso.

“Oh no you’re not gonna hide now” Chan got up off Binnie’s legs and placed a knee to each of his sides, then swiftly flipped him over and went to town on his back ribs.

“ARGAHAHAHA” Bin yelled out. He couldn’t defend himself especially now since he was on his stomach, the most he could do was weakly swat at Chan’s hands and… pray.

Chan wiggled his fingers across the expanse of his back ribs and lower sides, making sure to dig into the spaces between them whenever he could. Bin was screaming and out of breath by this point.

“GET THEEHE HELLELELL OFF”

“HYUHUNG STOP I CAHANT ACTUAHAHHAHALLY”

“AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH SHIHIHIT”

Chan was on the verge of tears himself with all the screaming and whining Changbin was doing.

“I had no idea it was this bad for you! I will be using this against you more often.”

“NOHO NO YOU WOHOHAHAHANT” Changbin screamed right as Chan managed to squeeze his fingers right into a sensitive spot between his shoulder blades. He stayed in that spot vibrating his fingers as Bin’s voice rose an octave each time.

“NO! NOHO Stop stohop don’t do THAT. OH MY GOHOD NO no no. No stop, Chan, move your fingers please moHOHOHAHAVE”

Changbin’s face was red and teary. Chan had a certain way of moving his hands quickly and placing them precisely on spots that make one go crazy, making the entire experience 10x better worse.

“Am I still picky? Do you still feel the need to mock me??” Chan teased as he dug his fingers in right under his arms.

“NAHA WHAHAT Do youhou wANT FROM MEE” Bin screamed as he shook his head side to side. He paused his attack to lean forward and look down at him.

“Have we learned why we shouldn’t be cocky?”

“Youho are an awful person. Get ohoff me” Bin giggled as he caught his breath. He was attempting to wiggle his way out from between Chan’s knees, until he began prodding at his sides once again.

“NO! NOHOHA HEEELP” He screamed before Chan got the chance to get him too good. He shuffled out from under him after a few twists and turns and they began to playfully wrestle as Bin tried to get free of his grip.

“Bin I swear if you even try to headlock me-“ Chan said as he grabbed at Bin’s bicep with both hands, already wrapping itself around his neck.

“APOLOGIZE THEN” Bin screamed.

“ME?! What did I do”

“Everything-“ Bin’s voice was cut off as Chan grabbed a pillow and slammed it directly into his face, causing them both to fall back onto the bed.

Chan laughed loudly as Bin stared at him wide-eyed from beside him.

“You” he said, pointing, “are unjust.”

Chan reached over and scribbled his hand over Bin’s chest, earning a yelp and a quickly standing Changbin in a defensive position.

“Oh you’re so dramatic. You and Hyunjin need to have a competition” Chan scoffed.

“You almost killed me”

“Big baby”

Changbin flipped him off and sat at the desk. He had completely forgotten they were in the middle of producing.

“Actually, I do think it sounds a bit better without so much bass in the prechorus.”

“See! I told you! It just woudlnt make sense if it did! You really think so?”

“..No”

Changbin laughed loudly as he ran out the room with an irritated Chan hot on his trail. It was gonna be a loud and long day in the 3RACHA dorm.

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I think this one’s shorter than my usual, I was slacking a bit in the creative department here 🥲 I hope it’s still good and enjoyable! ^^

#tword community #tword post #tword content #tword blog #tword skz #stray kids #skz tickle #tickle SKZ #kpop tickle #tickle fic #ler Chan #lee Changbin #straykids tickle

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hearted-anon · 27 days

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Favouritism isn't appreciated..

Words: 1.2k Notes: Ahh my first fic.. T/w : Rough tickles, being pinned (no restraints though!), Felix is upset, platonic relationships, we'll see bin in another life.. Lee: Changbin Ler(s): Hyunjin, Felix

Felix loved Changbin. To say love was probably an understatement, he was head over heels for the older. The brownie boy would go to any length to admire the rapper in his work, be it own a body pillow with Changbin's face on it, massaging his muscles to no end, confessing his love proudly or even outright speak that the dwaekki was his ideal type in men, Felix had an arrow practically through his heart at the sight of the man.

How unfortunate it was then, for Hyunjin's presence. Despite Felix loving Changbin to no end, he didn't stand a chance against the prince, whom practically won Changbin over by doing nothing. Of course Lix wouldn't mind, he loved all his members, but an overriding wave of jealousy overtook him whenever Changbin ignored the brownie boy's love for Hyunjin's miniscule amount of love that the dwaekki would drool over.

That's how he found himself sulking in the corner of his room, gaming his worries away to drown out his jealousy that chained his once angelic heart to the floor. It didn't help that he lost, only further tugging him into a pit of darkness by the tendrils of envy and being just in a terrible mood in general. To his utter dismay, or happiness, the artist that he was so envious of trekked into the room at that exact moment, wearing a concerned frown for the younger.

"What's wrong, Angel?" Hyunjin sighed, only further frowning when the brownie boy pouted at his presence.

"It's just...why does Bin-hyung love you more than me?" Felix furrowed his eyebrows at the thought, placing his headset down gently despite his feelings being the want of just throwing them out. But they were expensive; He couldn't do that.

"He doesn't though? He loves you just as much.."

"He fawns over you everyday but never does that to me!"

"C'mon now yongbok, don't be so grumpy over this.."

"B-But.."

"How about we teach Changbin-hyung the consequences over favouritism?"

And that was settled. Felix's pout turned into that sunshine smile once more, wide enough to split open the earth and melt anyone's heart who looked at it, including Hyunjin. The artist couldn't help but smile softly back at the cheered up Aussie, the feeling of wanting to cuddle him to death was almost unbearable, almost.

They both hunted down the oldest, who as usually, had made another home in the gym. Changbin stared in confusion when the duo walked over, sitting up from his push up position to pay more attention to his favourite sunshines. Oh poor Bin, if only he knew what they were playing. Felix resisted the urge to gawk at those muscles coated in sweat, he could feel his pre-debut self begging for escape at the sight, brought back to reality when Changbin let out a scream as Hyunjin tackled the older.

"W-What are you doing-?! Hwang Hyunjin!" The dwaekki yelled out when his arms were pulled up with ease and sat on by the artist, how lucky the duo was to catch their prey right it's workout, already worn out and perfect for their plan. Felix crawled over with an innocent smile, poking once at the perfect tummy he loved so much, earning a soft squeal.

"Do you know the consequences of favouritism, Seo Changbin? You've been avoiding me these past few days for Hyunjin, do you know how much that broke my heart?" Felix whispered, he felt his own heart weigh heavily at the words he tried to conceal as a joke. Changbin's face dropped to a frown and a look of concern, he would've coddled the boy in affection by now if his arms weren't held up by a certain ferret.

"I'm sorry Yongbok, I-I can make it up to you-" Changbin couldn't finish his sentence before Felix dug his fingers right into the centre of Bin's armpits, kneading the flesh akin to a massage. The dwaekki shrieked before dissolving into the cackles, still trying to apologise in the process, it melted the duo's hearts to see how guilty the rapper really was.

"Nah ah...don't be sorry, just take the punishment. Apologise again and you'll see..." Hyunjin whispered tauntingly, earning a nod of agreement from the sunshine like Changbin could reply under the cackles.

"LIX! P-PLEHEHEASE! I CAHAHANT TAKE IT! I'M SO SOHOHORY!" Changbin squealed and stamped his feet onto the soft tiles of the gym floor, the massage on his bare armpits exposed so nicely from the tank top he thought would ventilate out his muscles driving him crazy.

The duo only tsked in disapproval of the apology, the artist lifting up the rapper's shirt for a moment, exposing that cute tummy Felix adored so much to Changbin's dismay. But nothing happened, not to his tummy.

Changbin only realised how cruel the ferret could be when he felt fingers kneading and drilling at his hips instead, his entire bare torso left alone. It was all a ploy, to trick the dwaekki into thinking his stomach was next just to move to another terrible spot. Binnie threw his head back onto his own arms with another loud shriek, hysterically begging for mercy under his duo's favourite that wrecked him to pieces.

"Jinnie-hyung, do you think he's happier with us or one of us?" Felix asked the artist seemingly innocently, as if they weren't having the oldest cackling under their fingers for mercy.

"Hmm...I'm not sure, Bin-hyung, why not you answer?" Hyunjin giggled in response, switching to kneading right into the dips of the rapper's hips, driving him absolutely ballistic if Felix's massaging in his armpits weren't enough.

"BOHOHOTH! I LOHOVE BOTH OF YOHOHOU!" Changbin screamed out, tears of mirth starting to cloud his vision from the two pairs of hands wrecking him to pieces. He thought maybe that was the right answer, if only he knew how cruel sunshine's could be when they burned.

He was met with a buzzing sensation of a raspberry onto the top of his navel, then another on his neck. He presumed it was Hyunjin at his neck, and Felix at his tummy but he couldn't take it, he couldn't think straight. One last shriek and out his voice went, silently suffering under their lips and fingers that knew exactly how to get him to scream for mercy. Although the dwaekki's hands did slip from Hyunjin's grasp, they couldn't do anything, too weak for it anyway. Tears slipped down his red face to the collar of his shirt, shaking and trembling for mercy.

The duo eventually let up, Hyunjin getting off Bin's arms to rub soothingly at his torso, relishing in the hiccups and leftover giggles the oldest let out from the intense punishment. Felix on the other hand just took advantage of the tiredness, snuggling up in Changbin's chest promptly and properly massaging his shoulders. Changbin couldn't move sandwiched between Hyunlix, left to the giggling aftermath of the punishment he was sure he didn't deserve.

Maybe he did, as barely a minute into the cuddle he found himself smiling into Hyunjin's neck, earning a grunt from Felix which made him squeak and flush red from the memories of being punished beforehand. Felix chuckled and so did the artist in return, and soon enough the three fell asleep soundly on the gym floor, the softness of each other's chest being enough to soothe them, be it unhappy jealousy or aching guilt.

Changbin was definitely more cautious of his affection showing now, especially with a brownie boy hunting him down like a hawk who knew the benefits to being the rapper's favourite...

#lee changbin #ler hyunjin #ler felix #this might be for sana.#maybe.#..?

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cheeseceli · 4 months

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When you don't use their card

Pairing: Ot8!skz × Gn!Reader (individually)

Genre: fluff, reaction

Request: Wondering if you could do stray kids giving you their card when you go out shopping, but you don’t use it and they see you haven’t and what they do 💗🖤

Warnings: not proofread; nothing more if I'm not mistaken

A/n: this layout is so pretty, admire it with me for a second pls

Bang Chan

Y'know when he goes 🤨? That's him right now. Genuinely doesn't understand why you wouldn't use it. Like, the card was right there... Next to you... And you chose to not use it? If you explain that you just didn't want to use his money because you didn't feel comfortable, he'll explain to you that he doesn't mind in the slightes if you spent it. Actually, he'd be kind of honoured if you did. When he convinces you, he is smiling all adorable and content fr

Lee Know

When he didn't receive any notification from the bank he thought you had actually lost his card lmao. The minute this thought pops in his head he's calling you asking about the whereabouts of his card. When you tell him that you just didn't want to spend his money, he'll manage to convince you to use his card through the phone. He has a proud grin when he receives the first notification from the bank.

Changbin

He'd be kinda sad ngl. When he offered you his card and you took it he was feeling so proud of himself 😭 like "oh I'm such a good boyfriend :D". So when you don't use it he pouts for a second or two. Spend his money and he'll get happy again real quick!!

Hyunjin

Got a little :( tbh. But he doesn't address about it nor have a really dramatic reaction at first. Some days later he will spoil you with a lot of gifts, things he thinks you could've bought with his card. Half of it is just to make you happy and half of it because he wants to make you feel valued through his acts.

Han

Oh he's betrayed. How could take his card like you were going to use it but then you don't?? Stabbing him would've hurt less (he'd be so dramatic lol). Would try to go shopping with you next time just so he can make sure he'll be the one paying

Felix

When he didn't receive any notifications of the bank he thought that you just didn't buy anything. Perhaps nothing satisfied you so you didn't even buy it. But when you come back home with your shopping bags he's so ??? Like "how did you buy those things🤨". Audibly gasps when you tell him you used your own money. Betrayed pt2.

Seungmin

Gives you a glare that makes you freeze when he finds out. Next time you go shopping he offers you his card again, making sure he's glaring at you again like there's a threat in his eyes - "you better use this card this time." When you actually do he switches up completely and gives you the sweetest smile ever lol. It would be kinda cute ngl

I.N

I think that at first he wouldn't have noticed that you didn't buy your things with his money. But then you go shopping again and his bills stay the same... I think he'd catch up at the second or third time. Accuses you of letting him be delusional all this time believing he was the one paying for you😔 jokes aside he'd let you know that it's okay if you don't feel comfortable spending his money, but it's his pleasure to spoil like this and that if you don't mind him paying, you shouldn't hesitate on actually using his card

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wegc · 4 months

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𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⊹ . . . FAKE TEXTS ! PRINCESS TREATMENT WITH STRAY KIDS !

PAIRING: OT8 X READER

WARNINGS: swearing, semi-nsfw for jisung and jeongin, mostly fluff

ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ ꩜⋆ hi, my name is iris and this is my first post on this account hehe. i write for stray kids only and am a mostly nsfw blog. if you plan on following me, please note that my blog is 18+. i hope you guys like this ! feel free to give feedback and reveal your thoughts in my inbox <3

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luvyeni · 4 months

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ʚ : SKZ TEXTING YOU "WHAT POSITION YALL IN?" ₊̣ !

— cw. mentions of sex , suggestive language

authors note. this was a request but i had to delete the post cost it wasnt letting me upload anything.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

©️LUVYENI

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elllisaaa · 4 months

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skz and their kinks

-> pairing : skz x fem!reader

-> words count : 5.8k

-> genre : pure smut, what kinks i think the skz members have

-> warnings : dirty talk, swearing, use of 'slut', 'whore', 'doll', 'babygirl', 'kitten', 'princess', 'angel', 'good boy' and 'fucktoy', rough sex, spanking, impact play, dacraphylia, degradation kink, marking, biting, oral (m. and f. receiving), teasing, overstimulation, edging, thigh riding, lingerie, praise kink, size kink, public/semi-public sex, bondage, shibari, voice kink, fingering, dry humping, breeding kink, creampie, choking (giving and receiving), sex toys, hair pulling, begging, pain kink.

+ the way i'm depicting skz members does not represent them, it's only a work of fiction.

-> 18+ content bellow, minors dni

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated ! sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language.

-> masterlist | skz masterlist

BANGCHAN

DIRTY TALK

→ look at him flirting and teasing stays all the time, it's obvious he'll like to do the same with you in the bedroom. he loves seeing you squirm and whine because of his words only, enjoying how his voice alone can make you wither and beg. kinda fuel his ego too, how he just needs to tell you you're a whore - his whore - to get you on your knees. he sometimes adds a touch of degradation to the mix, smirking at himself when you clench around him tighter.

"my needy little slut, can't even wait one hour for me to finish my work you have to touch yourself. are you that desperate for my cock doll ?"

→ he also loves to explain all the things he wants to do to you, all the ways he wants to have you. and that reduces you to a babbling mess every time, anticipating the pleasure you know you’re going to receive. chan loves to know that he can almost bring you to an orgasm without even touching you and just by reminding you how good he can make you feel.

"and then, i'm going to fuck you until the only thing you remember is my name. got it little whore ?"

SPANKING

→ part of the hard!dom channie agenda and i'm always here for it. like yes, he can be the best service!dom ever, but piss him off a little too much and it's over for you. he'll bend you over the armrest of the couch, flipping up your cute little skirt just to find your panties already soaked in your arousal. i swear he’ll let out the most sinful groans at the view.

"bet you got on my fucking nerves just for me to punish you doll, didn't you ?"

→ he wasn't waiting for an answer, and you figured it out as he landed his hand for the first time on your ass, the sound echoing through the room along with your broken moans. you loved the burn on your cheeks, loved feeling chan's large figure standing behind you like a silent threat. and he loved how your skin was getting more and more sensitive and red as he spanked you a couple more times, reminding you every now and then to follow his orders.

"you're losing count again babygirl. don't forget what I said. ten and I'll let you get my cock, understood ?"

MIRROR SEX

→ chan is a simp for your body. literally praises you every time he gets to admire you. and if you're ever insecure about any parts of you, he'll be there to compliment them specifically and make you feel better about your complex. and one of his favourite way of showing you how much he loves every one of your curves is to fuck you in front of a mirror. repeating over and over how beautiful and perfect you are while he got you moaning his name.

"- look at you baby. I said look at you. that's it babygirl. see, you take me so well. fuck... it's like you were made for me."

→ and all you could do was agreeing with him. he'll force you to repeat his words, or else, he'll stop and leave you crying for his cock until you said what he wanted. he also loves to see your teary eyes through the reflection of the mirror, desperation pouring out of them. loves to make you see how much of an effect you have on him too.

"you're so perfect, you're going to make me cum."

LEE MINHO

DACRAPHYLIA

→ he's very passionate when it comes to sex. and that means he often gets a little rough (not that you're complaining), but he doesn't always realize that it may be too much for you, especially at the start of your relationship. that's how you ended up with tears rolling down your cheeks, with minho between your legs, far too lost in the taste of your sweet cunt to carefully listen to you. only when you sobbed did he notice your watery eyes and ragged breathing. you thought that would deter him, but that's when he clearly discovered a new kink of his.

"is that already too much for you kitten ? can't wait to watch how you'll cry for my cock then."

→ and you see that grin of his ? yeah, that's definitely how he's looking at you everytime you start crying for him. from now on, minho discovered a new goal whenever the two of you fuck : make those tears spill out from your beautiful eyes again and again. hearing your broken sobs makes him groan louder every time, it’s like music. minho would be so cocky about it, cooing at you everytime he sees tears gathering in your eyes.

“are you crying again kitten ? so cute, my little crybaby cannot handle being fucked that good.”

MARKING

→ for me, minho is not jealous that easily, but he is really possessive, only proud to show off that you’re his. always has his hands on you when you’re out with him. so another way of signaling that you’re taken is by littering your whole body with marks. and we all know that he loves teasing, so it’ll be a good way to tease you to slowly suck and kiss every inch of your body. he’ll get you whining before he even reaches your pussy.

“purple really is your color baby, you’re so pretty like this…”

→ also discovered that he kinda loves having your marks on him too. for example, one time you kissed his cheeks before going out with your friends and left a lipstick stain on his skin. minho couldn’t help but smile to himself when he saw that in the mirror. also very cocky about waking up with the imprint of your nails on his back or to hickeys covering his neck, he wouldn’t resist the urge to make snarky remarks (but really, he’s so proud of them, don’t stop doing that).

“i’ll have to mark you again for us to match, what do you think ?"

OVERSTIMULATION

→ goes with dacryphilia because that’s the easiest way to get tears from you, and also just loves to see you fall apart under his touch. minho has pretty hands and he knows how to use them to make you cum at least three times before he even fucks you. and when he finally does put it in, you’re so tight he has to restrain himself from blowing too fast. he also loves how shameless you become after the first two orgasms, moaning out loud and dirty talking.

“you’re so nasty baby, it’s so fucking hot.”

→ minho would love how sensitive you are when he overstimulates you with his tongue,

gripping his hair tightly when it becomes too much. you could feel his smile against your cunt while he got you to your climax again and again, and he would hold your shaking thighs so hard, wanting nothing more than to bury himself deep inside of you. would definitely always make you cum for the last time on his cock.

“come on kitten, i know you can give me one more.”

SEO CHANGBIN

THIGH RIDING

→ have you seen this man's thighs ??? of course you’ll want to ride them, it’s like the first thing you’ll fantasize about doing with him. it’ll happen for the first during one of your makeout sessions, you straddling his lap and unconsciously grinding against him, whining into his mouth. since then, he’ll push you down on his thigh all the time, watching you mesmerized as you ride it. he could probably come just from the lustful sight in front of his eyes, gripping your hips but not doing anything to guide you because he’s too lost into his contemplation.

“you’re beautiful baby… shit, how did i get so lucky ?”

→ after a while, he’ll start using that as a punishment : forcing you to ride his thigh until yours gave out, making you cry but not fucking you until you came all over him. i feel like he would love to make you ride his clothed thigh as much as his skin. on the one hand, seeing your arousal soaking his jeans makes him go feral, but on the other hand, the feeling of your wet cunt on his bare skin is so good too. either way, he’s got you trembling on top of him before he gets you shaking underneath him.

“that’s it, make a mess on my thigh… and then i’ll let you make a mess on my cock.”

LINGERIE

→ your body is literally a work of art in his eyes. let me tell you the first time he saw you naked, his jaw hit the floor. and to this day, he’s not immune yet to the effect you have on him. usually, changbin doesn’t really care about what underwear you’re wearing, but that one time you welcomed him from work in that red lingerie set, something inside of him switched. that night, he fucked you on the kitchen counter, in the shower and again in your bedroom. that’s the easiest way to drive changbin insane.

“you’re so fucking sexy, and that’s all for me ?”

→ he particularly loves how the lacy one's compliment perfectly every one of your curves, and how different certain colors makes you look like. he adores when you wear red, black or dark green, and how slutty you seem to be. he’ll happily let you ride him, with his face buried in your breast (he’s a boob guy). but he also has a thing for you wearing white and pastel colors, and how innocent it makes you look. it gives changbin an urge to corrupt you, make you go down on your knees for him and take his cock in your mouth. also, if you ever bring him with you to go buy new lingerie sets, don’t get surprised if you end up being fucked in the dressing room, because this man cannot contain himself when you ask him if this or that looks good on you when you’re simply a goddess to him.

“of course you look good baby, you’re stunning… makes me want to fuck you right now.”

SIZE KINK

→ changbin is buff, that’s a fact (and he’s hot), he knows it and you know it too, and that turns you on a lot. he loves when you throw yourself at him whenever he comes back all sweaty from the gym, unable to resist the urge to touch him when he looks so good. it was your kink at first, but it grew on him after a while. and now he gets a boner everytime he takes you to the gym with him and you lift so light weights compared to him, or when he sees your tiny figure besides his huge one in the mirror. changbin has definitely fucked you more than once in the changing room.

“your little cunt is so tight baby… fuck ! gonna fill you up so good…”

→ another thing that drives him crazy is how small you look underneath him, when he fucks you so roughly he thinks he’ll split you in half. but all you do is ask for more : more of his big cock forming a bulge in your abdomen, more of his big hands gripping your hips so tightly you’re unable to move, more of his big muscles tensing up when he holds you down. and he always gives you all of that without any hesitation because he really just wants to please you. he’ll place his hand on the bulge that formed in your tummy and press down on it, loving how you moan louder every time.

“see how big i am baby ? your pussy so tiny i can feel myself…”

HWANG HYUNJIN

BONDAGE / SHIBARI

→ he would love to tie your hands to the bed, usually with pretty ribbons or ropes with a color that contrasts with your skin tone. don’t mistake him, he loves the way you’re always gripping his hair or clawing your hands at any part of his body you can reach, but to have you unable to move underneath him excites him to no extent. then, hyunjin has all the time in the world to explore your body how he likes it : licking, kissing, touching every part of you until he remembers every one of your features.

“just let me spoil you princess.”

→ and i think he would also love shibari, because of how artistic it looks. hyunjin’s creativity takes a new turn when he learns new ways to tie up your body. being the gentleman he is, he would always make sure that the knots are not too tight. but when he starts fucking you, he’s using the ropes as a leverage, especially if he’s having his way with you from behind. also loves to tug on them as he’s eating you out. and he definitely grins when he sees the red marks it left on your skin.

“so beautiful, all tied up for me like that… you’re going to let me use you how i want now ?”

VOICE KINK

→ he drinks up all the little noises you make when he’s touching you in any way, it’s like music to his ears. at first, you were too shy to let him hear your moans, but after he told you how much he loved them, it became a concert. every sound coming out of your mouth goes directly to his cock, especially when you whine his name and ask him for more. and if you ever start to whisper something in his ear before going down on him, bet that he’s a babbling mess under your hands in the next seconds. if you ever tried to silence your voice, he would immediately restrain you.

“no, no, no, princess ! don’t do that, let me hear you, please ?”

→ hyunjin is also fond of his own voice. but that’s something he’s ashamed of, and would never talk about if you don’t bring it up yourself. it probably started when he realized how he cummed quicker when he let himself be loud. and it goes on from there. he adores to hear your mixed moans and whimpers, ensuring him that you’re both equally desperate for each other. he’s not as slick as he thinks though, because you clearly noticed how he couldn’t stop himself from speeding his thrusts when he made you gag on his fingers to hear just his own noises.

“ah… fuck ! angel, your voice so sexy… i could cum just by listening to you.”

DRY HUMPING

→ i’m a firm believer that hyunjin is one of the most passionate kissers out of all the members. his plump lips are all i need to state that. so don’t be surprised if every one of his kisses almost always ends up in a full makeout session. he doesn’t care if there’s people around you or not : if he wants to kiss you, he will. that being said, he would 100% love to have you straddling his lap while devouring your mouth, the most lovesick eyes diving in yours everytime you pull out to breath. he’s obviously hard the moment his lips touch yours, and he doesn’t stop you when you start grinding on him. it feels so good even with all your clothes still on.

“don’t stop princess, you’re making me feel amazing.”

→ if for some person, it’s simply foreplay, for him, it’s just as good as fucking you. he doesn’t know if it’s the little rush of shame he feels everytime you make him cum in his pants, or how turned on he gets again just from seeing the wet trail you left on his clothes, but he finds himself craving this feeling. with you on top of him, grabbing his hair and kissing his neck, and the possibility for him to grab your ass and listen to your pretty moans of his name, there’s now way he’ll deny you when you start unconsciously grinding down on him. hyunjin also loves how intimate it feels, with your bodies so close, limbs tangled together and whining into each other's mouths.

“god, i can feel how wet you are through my jeans…”

HAN JISUNG

BREEDING KINK

→ definitely the type of guy who needs a minute or two to compose himself everytime he pushes his cock into you or else he’ll blow immediately. so let me tell you that the first time he had fucked you raw, he had not been able to control himself and almost immediately spilled his load into you. when he pulled out and saw his cum leaking out of your sweet cunt, that’s where his breeding kink started. han doesn’t want kids, or at least, not now - and he’s always been very cautious with condoms and your contraception. but after that, all he could think about was filling you up with his seed until you couldn’t take it anymore. the idea of seeing you pregnant doesn’t even seem appealing right now. no. it’s just the thought of his cum inside of you that was driving him crazy.

“ah baby you’re dripping from my cum, so full… does it feel good ?”

→ i’m always here for pussydrunk!jisung so i think he’d kinda love to overstimulate himself after he had already come multiple times, still thrusting inside of you just to see his cum spill outside of your cunt. jisung would also be so vocal and whiny when he’s releasing inside of you - well, he normally is pretty loud, but even more so in this situation. his moans are always overpowering yours and he can’t shut up about how good you’re squeezing him and how bad he wants to paint your walls white.

“fuck… b-baby your pussy s-so good, you feel so good ! please let me cum inside… please…”

PRAISE KINK

→ he needs to know that he’s doing good. well, he can almost always say by how vocal you are that you appreciate his actions. but he wants to hear it, wants to hear you call him a good boy, or tell him that he’s making you feel good. it’s unmistakable as he moans loudly whenever you do it, becoming a babbling mess every time a praise leaves your mouth. han especially loves it if you purposely do it just before he cums : he gets a rush of adrenaline that makes his orgasm ten times better.

“do you like that ? am i making you feel good ? please tell me baby…”

→ this guy is 100% a switch, and when you take control, he’s especially reactive to every praise that leaves your mouth. but he also knows that you’re going to make him work for that. honestly, that’s not even a punishment for him because he could spend hours between your thighs. that’s only after coaxing at least three orgasms out of you that you finally comply to ride him, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as soon as you sink down on his cock.

“tell me i’ve been good… ah ! yes ! yes i’m your good boy, only yours !”

CHOKING (RECEIVING)

→ jisung never knew this was one of his kinks before meeting you. well, that’s a bit of lie. he actually discovered it when stumbling on a particular video when watching porn. he tried it, just to test the water, and he was so ashamed of how fast he came with his hand squeezing his throat that he never really authorized himself to do it again. he felt silly, and he didn’t want to scare you off. however, soon into your relationship, you asked him to try something. he was so surprised when your hand settled on his neck he thought he was dreaming, hips jolting upwards in your cunt when you pressed down, restricting his breath. and if you do it while sitting on his face, it really is over for him.

“oh my god… don’t stop please, squeeze harder, ah ! y/n…”

→ even when he’s domming, he just wants your hand around his throat. he’ll fuck you so hard if you do it, pounding into you and gripping you so tightly you find the imprints of his hands on you even three days after. he’s so weak everytime you touch the sensitive skin of his neck, but that also fuels him to ruin you, talking non-stop to let you know how good you’re making him feel, and how much he loves your body. he makes you cum over and over again until you’re both dripping from your arousal.

“look at you y/n, you’re supposed to be the one choking me but you’re literally crying out my name. ironic isn’t it ? shh, don’t say anything, i’ll make sure you only remember my name by the end of the night.”

LEE FELIX

BITING

→ it would start innocently, like felix biting you playfully - just another way to show his affection towards you. and you love it so much, it reminds you how appreciated you are. but one day, you decide to bite him back, and since you were nuzzled against him, you go for his neck, your teeth gently nibbling at the soft skin. you don’t expect him to moan, nor does he. the vivid blush on his cheeks would be so cute when you asked him if he wanted you to do it again. and when he nobbed, he found his body littered in bite marks in no time.

“shit angel ! please don’t stop… i love seeing your marks all over me”

→ felix knows that it’s a little risky, because these bite marks could be seen by anyone if his shirt lifts a little too much, but he’s too thrilled by the idea of retracing the pathway of your mouth on his body in the mirror. though, all the members already saw one or two imprints of your teeth on his skin, laughing and saying you were a vampire. felix would laugh it off, but deep down, he wants you to leave even more of them. it gives him the feeling that he’s completely yours, that he’s at your disposal whenever you need him, but he keeps that to himself for now.

“keep biting me, make me yours angel.”

SEX TOYS

→ he would do anything to please you, like really anything. and he also loves so much to make you fall apart under him, loves to hear you moan freely and see your beautiful glossy eyes. that’s why i think he would introduce you to sex toys. because even if he loves to satisfy you with his fingers and tongue, he wants to show you other forms of bliss. he’ll buy a selection of different types of toys, explain to you how to use the ones you don’t know, and then, describing how he plans on using them on you.

“and when you’ll be wet enough, i’ll make you fuck yourself on that dildo until you cum again.”

→ as much as i see felix as a sub, i can also picture him as a really mean!dom if he’s particularly stressed or worn out. will ask you to stay still while he overstimulates you again and again with all sorts of toys. on other days, he’ll edge you to tears, but that’s really rare. most of the time, he’s really gentle and careful. i think he’d also be really into training you to take bigger dildos everytime, spreading you out enough for him to just slip his cock into you with ease.

“your pussy looks so pretty like that, so full…”

DEGRADATION

→ i’ve already said that but sub!felix lives in my mind rent free everyday. and he would fall in love with you again if you started to degrade him. he loves it when you’re domming him, pushing his head between your thighs and riding his face shamelessly, and telling him how useless he is, how he’s just a fucktoy to you, only here to please you when you need it. also, please ride him while whispering in his ears that you only want him for his cock and he’ll go crazy.

“yes ! i’m just a fucktoy, i’m your fucktoy !”

→ even when he’s on top, fucking into you at a sloppy pace, he’ll love to hear your mean words in between your contained moans. he knows this is only an act, and he loves it, but he’ll need a really good aftercare. felix becomes all clingy (in the best way possible), just wanting to be smothered in kisses and affirmation words of how good he did. he’s also (secretly) a sucker for you murmuring nasty words in his ears while both of you are with other person. expect a very passionate makeout session in his car, because he can’t wait to go home and would love it even more if you called him a slut for it.

“sorry, sorry, but you’re too hot i couldn’t wait…”

KIM SEUNGMIN

CHOKING (GIVING)

→ have you seen his hands ? of course you want them wrapped up around your throat, and that’s not like he doesn’t love it himself. when he’s fucking you in missionary, expect his hand to settle on your neck very quickly, squeezing lightly at first, just to make it a little harder to breathe. and then he would really apply pressure, making you dizzy with the lack of oxygen and teasing you for being a whimpering mess every time he did so. would also love to run his fingers along your throat and neck every now and then, smirking when he sees you shiver at how sensitive you are.

“my hand around your throat is all you need to cum huh ?”

→ he would love to make you beg for him to choke you out. and bet that he would make you work for it too. seungmin is either going to overstimulate you to death and touch you everywhere, or not touch you at all and make you touch yourself until you can’t take it anymore. either way, it’s not until you beg him that he’ll indulge and wrap his hand around your neck. adores to have you on your knees and fuck your throat before he squeezes it to force you up and finally choke you out properly. also likes to hear how hoarse your voice is after, and how broken your moans sounds.

“instead, i’m going to fuck your throat first. be good and take it, and you’ll get what you want.”

EDGING

→ most of the time, seungmin wouldn’t be mean to you. as long as you didn’t disobey, he would not keep things that you loved away from you. but one time, when you really got on his nerves, he decided to have you crying under him and not let you cum. yes, he touched you like you were asking him to for hours, but that was not enough, seungmin purposely stopping just as you were about to reach your climax. and he loved how tight you were getting every time he ruined another of your orgasms, relishing in the way you cried out every time he did stopped one more time.

“i don’t know why you’re complaining little brat, i’m fucking you just like you asked me to.”

→ one of the things he loves the most about edging you is how shameless you become as he ruins your orgasms again and again. after the third one, you start begging him to let you cum, a delightful sound if you asked him. and if he kept going for a little few more, you would start to moan loudly, to fuck yourself onto his hand or cock, to scratch his forearms with your nails, in a vain attempt of getting him to keep moving his fingers inside of you. he loves that he can get you to such a desperate state so easily. and watching you as you finally release all over him and the sheets, a litany of “thank you” leaving your lips, is certainly one of the hottest things he’s ever seen.

“not yet baby, i know you can handle one more, and after i’ll let you cum. just one more.

HAIR PULLING

→ of course this little tease would love to pull your hair whenever he can. i can picture him dragging you by your hair to the bed if you’ve pissed him off, or using them as a leverage to fuck your throat. his grip will be more loose when he’s in a good mood, but if you’ve been bad and disobeyed him, anything coming near to tenderness would disappear (and you love it). he would like to have you from behind for that one reason, gathering your hair into a makeshift ponytail to keep you from silencing your moan in the pillow.

“don’t act like that’s not exactly what you wanted brat, i’ll make you remember how much of a slut you are.”

→ and i think he would also adore you tugging at his roots when he’s going down on you, letting out a groan every time you do so. on a softer note, he’s a sucker for you scratching his scalp gently and running your hands through his hair. so it’s no wonder that he loves it too when you’re more rough. he’ll let you pull his hair for a second, biting his lips, before pulling at yours and making you moan loudly, a smirk spreading on his face. would call you out and pretend to punish you for doing that but really it makes him cum so much harder, but you don’t tell him that you noticed and neither that you do it on purpose.

“don’t do that again unless you want me to ruin your tight little cunt.”

YANG JEONGIN

PUBLIC / SEMI-PUBLIC SEX

→ he would certainly be too embarrassed to talk about it to you in the first place, but you would catch on the way he always has his hands on you whenever you’re out with friends, or even if you’re alone. he would put his arm around your shoulder, his hand on your thigh to squeeze it gently from time to time, sometimes letting his fingers creep up a little higher. but it never got further than those lingering touches that made you wonder if he would love to fuck you in the bathroom of the restaurant. until it happened one day, during a dinner with the other members, after not seeing each other for almost a week, he would bend you over the counter of the toilet, making you watch yourself in the mirror as he pounded into you.

“you know what that dress does to me, don’t you ? you just wanted everyone to hear how much of a slut you are for me…”

→ and since then, it almost became a challenge between the two of you to fuck in the most unusual locations. what really got him going was the thought of not only someone hearing how good he was making you feel, but also to see how much of a mess he made out of you every time. he wanted everyone to witness this, wanted them to only be able to envy you because they could never have what you had, never be fucked like he was fucking you. and he’s definitely eager to make you scream particularly loud when you come to the dorms and that the others are here too, turned on by the fact that they could be hearing all the noises you were making.

“no, no, no baby, don’t cover your mouth, i want them to know how good i’m making you feel.”

BEGGING

→ jeongin is a sucker for all the noises you make, so don’t even try to cover your mouth or silence them. he would also enjoy to ask you question while he’s fucking you, just for the pleasure of hearing you struggle to answer to him, interrupted by whines and moans every now and then. but what makes him go feral is when you beg for him. sometimes, he would not force it out of you, you would simply start to beg him for more, or to go faster. and that’s such a turn on for him, because he takes pride in the fact that he’s making you feel as crazy as he is.

“you don’t need to beg for that honey, you’re gonna get it.”

→ but at other times, he would make you work for it and he would absolutely love to see you fall apart under him. jeongin would only put one finger inside of you, not enough to make you cum but certainly enough to drive you insane and beg him to add another one. or he would fuck into you at an agonisingly slow pace, pinning your hips down to prevent you from fucking yourself faster on his cock. and he would not be satisfied until you’re crying for him, pleas falling from your lips non-stop. he feels so powerful, it’s as if you’re helpless and that only him can help you. and well, he kinda is because he has certainly ruined you for any other man.

“you want me to fuck you ? beg for it. beg for it and i’ll think about it.”

PAIN KINK

→ i’ll never shut up about this one, because he definitely loves feeling pain during sex. first and foremost, pull his hair. he would let out the most sinful whimpers if you did. he also loves it when you tug not so gently at them when you two are making out, it makes him hard immediately. i think he also has a thing for scratches. like, scratch his back with your nails all you want, it will only make him go harder on you. he adores how the marks you left burn the next day, and how beautiful it looks in the mirror. it's like you claiming him as yours, and the delicious sting of pain when you’re sinking your nails into his skin makes him cum so much harder.

“fuck baby, i love it so much when you’re rough.”

→ also, even if he knows that he likes pain, he doesn’t know to what extent, and he would be glad to explore all the aspects of his kink with you. he would be down to try a lot of things, and he would also encourage you to bring your own ideas. that’s how he discovered how much he loved it when you slapped him. you were riding him, and he couldn’t stop being cocky about how much you loved his cock, and how whiny you were. the thought crossed your mind, and without much reflection, you landed your hand on his cheek. jeongin left out a noise between surprise and pleasure before asking to do it again, and again.

“slap me again, please… it hurts so good baby.”

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