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soap143 · 4 months

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hiiiiii I was wondering if you would want to write about lee! hyunjin? maybe something similar the chan story but hyunjin has to paint while tickled or there's a belt that's ticklish which he has to wear while dancing??

if you don't want to you don't have to write it :)))

thank youuuu

AAAAH I love this idea! I hope you won’t mind that I wrote this for the “Eye for an eye” series. I just think this concept really fits in here. Happy reading! (just a quick lil reminder that you should read Challenge before or after this fic)

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Eye for an eye

pt. 2

lee!hyunjin

ler!chan

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Ever since Chan had gotten revenge on the first kid, the rest had been avoiding him in fear of being mercilessly wrecked. Minho, being the amazing lee he was, ratted out the leader’s plan immediately, causing everyone to never let their guard down.

However, this evening he was completely alone with Hyunjin in the dorm. Changbin and Han convinced Chan to stay home while they finish up all the work. The oldest smirked, plotting his sweet revenge…

He thought that Hyunjin was scrolling on social media or wasting his precious free evening doing something useless, but was pleasantly surprised to see the exact opposite “Woah, you’re… painting? Should I-” the kangaroo’s sentence was cut short as Jinnie groaned, throwing his head back in annoyance “Can you please leave? I’m really focused on finishing this painting. I’ll post it on instagram later for STAY to see.”

“God forbid me from disturbing you, my prince! Don’t you remember what you and the kids did to me last week? I thought Lee Know had told you.” Chan mocked, inching closer to his future victim.

“Haha, very funny. You can’t tickle me now. The paint. It’s gonna get everywhere. You’re gonna ruin my painting. I’ll die.” Hyunjin brainstormed ramdom ideas to get his hyung away from his ticklish self.

The aussie nonchalantly grabbed an empty canvas and a chair, walking towards the ferret. He placed the chair behind the painter and the canvas in front, replacing the unfinished painting with it.

“I think STAY would love to see how to paint a simple auto portrait… While being tickled.” the shorter stated, wrapping his fingers around Jinnie’s sides, not doing anything yet.

Hyunjin gulped, dipping his dirty paintbrush into a cup, filled with water. Then, he patted it dry onto a piece of paper. Lastly, he proceeded to grab quite a generous amount of paint onto his brush.

For STAY…

He started slowly with his face. It was just a simple little sketch, nothing too important anyway, so he didn’t really care about proportions. He was about to get tickled, so it would surely get ruined anyway.

As he was finishing up his chin and starting on the jaw, he felt a quick jab on his side, causing him to jerk the opposite way “Yah! Thankfully, the brush wasn’t on the canvas… I almost ruined it because of you!” Hyunjin whined.

The person responsable for the tall boy’s screams just snickered, poking him once again.The artists tried to protect his sensitive torso with one hand and paint with the other.

As Jinnie hurriedly drew the ears, Chan properly dug into the vulnerable spot, making Hyunjin flinch harshly “CHAN! Now you’ve ruined it! Do you see this big, dark line? That’s your fault!” the ferret dramatically gasped, repeatedly pointing at the horrible mistake.

“Excuse me? Chan? It’s hyung to you!” the shorter pointed out, shoving his wiggly fingers under the younger’s arms “YAHAHAHAHA STOHOHOHOHOP! IHIHI MUHUHUHUHUHST FIHIHIHIHIHINISH THIHIHIHIHS HAHAHAHA!” the tallest member in Stray Kids yelped, twisting side to side.

To his disadvantage, the aussie wasn’t in the mood to show any mercy “Remeber how you tickled me without letting me sing those beutiful lyrics out? I was dying, yet none of you stopped for even a minute to let me push those words out. Have a taste of your own medicine, Jinnie. Eye for an eye…” Chan ranted, drilling in between the long haired boy’s ribs.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEHEASE, IHIHIHIHI REHEHEHEHEALY HAHAHAHAVE TOHOHOHOHO- NOHOHOHOHO!” the talented painter tried to squeak his sentence out, only to be cut off by his own crazy cackles “Get to drawing, I really wanna see that beutiful result of your talent~” the kangaroo teased, mocking the way Hyunjin and kids tormented him.

The ferret quickly grabbed the paintbrush, splashing some abstract stains of paint, trying to resemble his hair “Wow, are those your beutiful locks of hair?” the older teasingly questioned the colourful puddles.

“IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHI CAHAHAHHAHAN’T- UGH! STOHOHOHOHOP, YOUHUHUH’RE ANOHOHOHOHOHYING!” the dancer tried to argue with the older, but was far too ticklish for that “Where are those beutiful eyes of yours? And your neck? I think you should draw yourself wearing a beutiful polo-shirt.” Chan suggested, squeezing his lee’s lower back.

Hyunjin went bonkers when the chosen spot was mercilessly attacked. In fact, he even got some paint on his face.

In a desperate act, he snatched his painting tool and smuthered his not-so-empty canvas in random strokes. Most of them were unsuccessful, landing nowhere near the face. He tried once more, this time making them look somewhat close to a nose, eye and a singular eyebrow.

“You’re doing great! Just finish up the other half of the face and you’ll be done!” Channie commented, grabbing the top of the dancer’s thighs and pushing his fingers rapidly in and out of the flesh. The worst part: one hand was being so painfully gentle and the other seemed to be melting into the ticklish skin with its aggressiveness.

“OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOK O-OHOHOK IHIHIHIHIHI’M DO-DOHOHOHOHONE!” the younger announced “Nu-uh. The head, it’s floating. You better add a neck before it falls to the ground!”

The painting in question was full of uneven lines, some of them not even properly connecting. Hyunjin’s supposed face was half empty. Not to mention that it was covered in zig-zaggy strokes, most of which went over the line that separated the visage from the backround. The backround in question was covered with those exact same abstract, uneven strokes, lines and stains of paint.

Both of the boys stopped to admire their work. It seemed so… Modern “Look at what we’ve created…” Chan dramatically sighed in admiration “Excuse me? Who’s we? This is all my job!” Hyunjin tried to protest, only to be lowered back down by a few pokes to the side.

“STAY is gonna love this!” the aussie exclaimed, suddenly taking out his phone and stopping the video recording “YOU FILMED THAT?!” the artist roared “You filmed me! And posted it. This is called revenge!” the leader snickered, running away to hide into the safety of his room, before the taller boy could catch up.

That very same evening, Hyunjin’s instagram account was updated with two posts. One with the original painting he was working on, and the other painting: which his oldest hyung helped him make…

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Hope you enjoyed! Do you guys like this series and concept? Me personally, I love these shorter fics. Can’t wait to write more. Have a good day/night!❤️🙂

#tickle #stray kids #rough tickles #bang chan #hwang hyunjin #lee!hyunjin #ler!bangchan #sfw tickle community #tickle community #kpop tickle

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itzsana-kiddingmenow · 9 months

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Gifts: Part 3

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also his mole in the gif 😭 CUTE

𝙡𝙚𝙚: Hyune

𝙡𝙚𝙧: Felix

𝕥𝕨: paintbrushes used 🫣

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘦𝘢 𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭i𝘯𝘨! 💗

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Felix headed out of Minho’s room, determined to find out more about his present. He was deciding what member she should target next, when he spotted a certain yellow sticky-note on Hyunjin’s room door.

“Painting. Do NOT disturb.”

“PS. yes, even you, Felix.”

‘uhm. EXCUSE ME?!’ Felix thought, scoffing at the note. He knocked on the door, only to hear a groan and a, “come innn” echo through the hall. Felix opened the door as Hyunjin glanced at him, eyes widening as he turned back towards his painting.

Felix slowly walked over to him and peeked over his shoulder, noticing all the different shapes and sizes of Hyunjin’s paintbrushes, some with points, some without.

Felix grinned, an idea forming in his head as he grabbed a medium-sized brush, careful not to bump into Hyunjin’s arm.

Felix lifted the edge of Hyunjin’s shirt slightly. He didn’t even know if Hyunjin was paintbrush ticklish. Lixie waited until Hyune was done with the stroke, putting his brush into the water, before he stroked the paintbrush up Hyunjin’s side.

Hyunjin squealed at the unexpected sensation, twisting in his chair to glare at Felix, but he was stopped halfway by Felix grabbing at his waist and lifting him easily off the chair.

Hyunjin was amazed at Felix’s strength, the terrified when Felix gently straddled him on the floor. The bed would have probably been the ideal choice, but Felix knew how much Hyune liked to squirm and thrash, and he didn’t want him to hurt himself.

Hyunjin let out a few anticipatory giggles, and he watched Felix with intense eyes. “Do you know why i’m doing this, Hyunjin hyung?” Felix asked, unsure. “….ummm no…?” Hyunjin responded, looking at Felix with a confused expression.

“Well, Channie revealed that all of you got be a gift, and Minho hyung revealed that it was blue. Well, now i want to know what size it is, AND BE HONEST, or else” Felix threatened.

Hyunjin groaned, looking at Felix while covering his face with his hands. “ooooh i knew this was gonna happen…well, sorry, but Channie told me not to tell you under any circumstance so sorryyyy, pleaseee don’t do this…” Felix frowned at the lack of answers and then responded, “Well, you brought this on yourself…”

Lixie started off strong by digging into Hyune’s sides, beaming at the squeal and loud laughter flowing out of the lee’s lips. “HAHAHA FEHEHELIX PLEHEHEASE-” “Please what hyung? Please keep going?” “NAHAHAHAAA!” Was the only thing Hyunjin could get out, hands weakly clawing at the ler’s, stomach twitching and quaking involuntarily at the mean touch.

Felix was quick to switch spots, pinning Hyune’s hands above his head with one of his own, and he grabbed a small, pointy paintbrush and dove it towards Hyunjin’s armpits, swirling the point ticklishly around.

Hyunjin screamed, cursing himself for wearing a tank top to paint, and tears formed in his eyes as he bucked his hips up, the feeling unbearably ticklish.

“HAHAHA FELIX! I CAHAHANTAHAHA- PLEAHAHA”

“HAHA you can’t even get your words out hyung!”

And then it happened. Hyunjin squeaked. Felix gasped, Hyunjin’s eyes widened in alarm, and Felix was so startled he stopped the tickling, leaving Hyune panting and gasping for air.

“AAWWWW HYUNG?! YOU SQUEAK!! do it again!” Felix squealed.

“nohoho plehehease” Hyunjin gasped, residual giggles bubbling out of his throat.

Felix turned around, and squeezed at Hyunjin’s thighs rapidly, relishing in the squeal and rapid laughter pouring out of his lee.

“ahahaha pleeeeheassee i ahAHAHAH *squeak* HAHAHA!” Hyune begged. Felix was not having the lack of laughter, and he needed the answer to his question soon! He couldn’t spend too much time with Hyunjin, and Lixie was surprised that he hadn’t broken the older yet. So he aimed for Hyunjin’s worst spot, knowing this would break him.

Felix grabbed another brush and snuck his hand under Hyunjin’s shirt, scribbling the small point over his ribs, giggling when Hyunjin screamed silently, tears flowing down his neck and face reddening immediately.

“FEHEHELIX! NAHAHAHA PLE-PLEAHAHEASEE I CAHANT *squeak* IM GONNA- GONNA FAHAHAIANT STAHAHAP-” The rest was cut off by silent laughter.

“You know what I wanna know, and I won’t stop until I know it”

Felix decided to lighten up the ticking, not wanting the dancer to actually faint. He frowned down at Hyune, letting him catch his breath before he lifted Hyunjin’s shirt, letting go of his hands.

He quickly blew a long, consistent raspberry to his ribs before Hyune even had the time to react, driving the older bonkers.

“wahahAIAAIT AHHHHH FELIX PLEHEHHEHEEHEHEASEE *squeak* HAHAHAHAH-” He was brought to silent laughter almost immediately, breaking within 10 seconds. His hands pushed at the back of Felix’s head as his fingers teased at Hyunjin’s sides. All the strength left his body, and he let out a loud scream followed by more loud laughter.

“OHAHAY *squeak* OKAHAHAHAHAY ILL TEHEHEL YOUHUHUHU PLEHEHEHEASE JUHUHUST STAAAAHP-”

Felix stopped immediately, watching Hyune catch his breath and wipe away any residual tears. “ihihits like thihis big” he held his hands out in about the size of a laptop, Felix watching in awe.

“Okay! Thanks hyung!” Felix smirked at Hyunjin before walking out, leaving the other panting.

“now for the rest” Lixie giggled to himself.

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#midzywannabeitzy #kpop tickle #skz tickle #ler felix #sana's gifts fic series #skz #stray kids #lee hyunjin #lee!hyunjin

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leegemma · 10 months

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i love your fics so so so much! could you do lee!hyunjin and ler!minho with prompts 3, 8, 40, and 59?

Thank you for your request, I'm sorry if it turned out a little messy, I wrote this one really late at night haha. I really didn't know how to finish this one but I Hope you like it!

Enjoy :)

3 - aww, you're blushing!

8 - “can you stop laughing? i’m trying to talk to you. how rude!”

40 - “come on, quit being stubborn and admit it!”

59 - “you’ll never live this down.”

-------------------------------------------------------When stray kids were invited to do the famous lie detector test, Hyunjin thought it would be fun and interesting. He definitely didn't think it would end like it did.

"And lastly we have a question for our Hyunjin! Do you actually hate it when we give you physical touch?" Chan read up the last question from the little cards he had.

Hyunjin looked confused. "I mean, what kind of physical touch?"

"Just like, when we hug you I guess." Chan shrugged.

"Or I hold your hand randomly." Felix suggested.

"Or when I just stick to you~" Changbin joined in.

"Or when I hold you down and tickle you." Lee know shrugged, trying to bite back a smirk.

Hyunjin froze, he was hoping somone else will jump in now. He almost sighed in relief when Han opened his mouth, until-

"Wait that one is actually interesting."

Oh good god.

"Uhm... which one?" please not minho's. Please not minho's. Please not minh-

"Minho hyung's."

The members all looked at Hyunjin in anticipation, and so he had no choice but to answer the question...

"I- uhm... no, i- I hate it." Hyunjin crossed his arms protectively, trying to cheat the lie detector by attempting to trick his brain. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it.

"Lie." The guy checking his results (no idea what to call him.) Yelled out.

All the members were clapping and cooing excitedly. Hyunjin looked down shyly, hiding his face in his hands. When he felt brave enough, Hyunjin took one look at Lee know and then looked away again when he found the older one smirking at him.

The members finished off the interview by saying their goodbyes getting up and getting ready to leave. Hyunjin was still extremely embarrassed, now not only his memebrs would know, but so would the entire world in just a few hours! It didn't really help when Han came up to him.

With a laugh, the younger boy said. “You’ll never live this down.”

Hyunjin growled something back at him and left with the rest of the members, making sure to sit as far away from the members (especially lee know) as he could when they entered the van driving them home.

Lee know noticed how hard Hyunjin was trying to avoid him, but only smiled at the effort, knowing he'll find the right time to torture Hyunjin with this new found information.

As the boys got back to the dorm Hyunjin was the first to leave the van, and the first to go into the dorm. He went to his room and closed the door, laying down on his bed, face burried in his pillows. The other members went to shower, eat, or just straight up crashed on their beds.

After a while of being alone in his room, Hyunjin heard a knock on the door. 'Here we go...' He thought.

"Yah, it's me. Open up!"

Of course it had to be Lee know. "What do you want?"

"Just let me in!"

Hyunjin rolled his eyes. "The door is open."

Lee know threw the door open and walked over to Hyunjin's bed. He saw the boy sitting with his face burried in the pillows and sat right next to him on the bed.

"Oh come on, don't be so dramatic."

"I'm not!" Hyunjin complained.

"Oh of course you're not, my bad." Lee know teased, frowning when Hyunjin didn't even chuckle. "Hyunjin."

No answer.

"Hyunjin..."

Nothing.

"Hyun."

Crickets.

"HYUNJIN!" Lee know yelled with a poke to the younger boy's side.

A flinch.

"Ah, so you are alive after all. I was really starting to doubt that." Hyunjin kept throwing random pokes while speaking.

"H-hey! Sthahap..." Hyunjin broke into giggles.

"Are you mad?" Lee know questioned.

"I dohohont knhohow..." And it was true. Hyunjin was still trying to figure that out for himself.

"You don't know? Maybe I should help you understand what happened today better. See..." Lee know flipped Hyunjin around so that he lays on his back, and then brought his arms up next to his head. Telling him to keep them up only using his eyes. Lee know then lifted Hyunjin's shirt a bit, tracing slow circles around his belly button, the circles getting smaller and smaller. "By telling us how you feel today... now we all know that you like it, and we won't be afraid to do it to you even more than we already do~"

Hyunjin blushed. That did sound awsome, and also extremely terrifying. "But it's not just you guys! It's also stays... and everyone else, they will think it's so weird... and so do you guys..."

Lee know rolled his eyes. "Will you stop that? I can promise you nobody thinks its weird. Its adorable." He shrugged, starting on his circles again after hearing what Hyunjin had to say, causing the younger to jumped and almost bring his hands down.

"Dohohont- sthahap lyhihing!" Hyunjin fought himself to keep his hands up.

"I'm not lying! And also, you know you're happy it's out!"

It was as if Lee know could read his mind. "Ihihm nohohot!"

"Are too~" Lee know dipped his finger into Hyunjin's belly button, causing the other to squeal and put his hands over Lee know's as an instinct.

Lee know glared at him. "You being those arms down one more time, see what happens."

Hyunjin was laughing too hard to even answer, as Lee know was now kneading his sides.

"STAHAHAP!" Or don't Hyunjin begged.

"I'll stop when you admit you're happy your secret is out."

"I DOHOHONT LIHEHE" more like, 'I don't want you to stop.'

Lee know chuckled. "Your choice." He started going around Hyunjin's neck and ears lightly, causing cute hiccups and giggles from the younger boy.

"I caahhant!"

"Oh have some faith in yourself. You can do anything." Lee know encouraged as he moved down to Hyunjin's hips, getting bored of playing nice.

"G- GAHAHAHAHAHAH! NOOOOOOHOHOHO" Hyunjin brought his arms down, shrieking in surprise when Lee know immediately brought them up again quickly, then repositioned himself so that he was now sitting on Hyunjin's wrists.

"IHIHIM GOHOHONA DIHIHIEEEEE-"

“come on, quit being stubborn and admit it!” Lee know laughed along with him.

Hyunjin let out a particularly cute squeal when Lee know dug into his armpits. "NAHAHAHAHA"

"You're so adorable!" Lee know grinned.

Hyunjin turned as red a tomato. "THHIHIHIS IS WEHIHRD"

"aww, you're blushing!" Lee know giggled, then turned serious. "This is not weird. I'm telling you Hyunjin, we all think it's adorable."

"YOUHU- LIAR!" Hyunjin accused.

Lee know rolled his eyes again. "Just listen to me for a second, but prepare yourself because it's gonna be sappy. We all love you anyways Hyunjin, and we couldn't find this weird even if we tried. The same thing about our fan's and everyone else you're worried about. This really isn't such a big deal."

"HAHAHAHAHAHAH" Was Hyunjin's answer.

“can you stop laughing? i’m trying to talk to you. how rude!” Lee know scolded, shaking his hands into Hyunjin' ribs.

"IHIHIM SOHOHORRY!!!" The boy was in hysterics.

"That's not what u want to hear~" The older taunted.

"F-FINE! IHIHIM HAHAHPPY!"

"Really? So glad to hear that! Why are you happy?" Lee know brought one hand all the way down to Hyunjin's thigh, the other managing to stay on his ribs. All the while still sitting behind Hyunjin' head.

"IHIHM HAHAPPY MYHYHY SECRET IHIHS OUHUT!"

Lee know stopped his torture and moved up to awkwardly pet Hyunjin's hair. "Are you okay?"

Hyunjin looked away. "More than okay..."

Lee know smiled, pulling out his phone to look at when ot kept vibrating with notifications. His smile only widened as he kept scrolling on his phone.

"What?" Hyunjin asked curiositly.

Lee know turned the phone down to where Hyunjin was still laying and kept scrolling down. "The video just came out, look at the comments."

'Best part of the video is Hyunjin liking physical touch. He's so 😫'

'HYUNJIN IS SO CUTE OMG'

'just when you think Hyunjin couldn't get any more adorable...'

'The glances between Lee know and Hyunjin, I just know Feret boy got wrecked when they got home 😭💚'

The comments just kept going, Hyunjin smile turned into a grin as he kept reading through them. When he was finally done he turned the phone back to Lee know. "Maybe it is okay."

"Of course it is." Lee know huffed and ruffled Hyunjin's hair affectionately.

Just then, the door opened up to reveal all the other members, who looked as shocked as Lee know and Hyunjin.

"Felix you were supposed to hold the door closed!" Seungmin scolded.

"It wasn't me! Jeongin slipped!" Felix pointed at I.N, who growled.

"Oh right. Blame the youngest! So fair!"

As they all continued to argue, Hyunjin cleared his throat loudly, making them all turn around to him. "Right... what are you all doing here?"

"We came to see if you were okay because you were quiet on the rode home, but then we heard you laughing and we heard Lee know hyung's voice. So we just decided to wait so we can also come be with you." Felix explained as he ran up to hug Hyunjin. The other members following closely, pulling the two boy's into a group hug on the bed.

"You know we don't think it's weird at all, right?" Chan made sure.

"Yeah... thank you." Hyunjin nodded.

"Of course. It's really not a big deal, okay?" Changbin nodded back.

"Yeah I see that now." Hyunjin replied, melting to the feeling of the group hug.

"Should we stay like that-" felix started.

"No." Lee know cut him off, leaving the hug.

"Get back in there." Han commanded. "You love physical touch just as much as Hyunjin does."

"HANNIE!" talk about betrayal.

All heads slowly turned to look at Lee know.

"Ohhh... you guys didn't know? Lee know lovesss tickles..."

Hyunjin raised his eyebrows at Lee know. " I did wonder why you brought it up in the first place..."

Lee know crossed his arms, deciding to just accept his fate.

"Say Hyunjin... how would you feel about some revenge?" Chan questioned.

"Why I would love that!" Hyunjin answered excitedly.

And there they go right back to where they started...

#tickle fics #skz tickle #tickling community #skz tickle fic #lee!hyunjin #ler!minho #hwang hyunjin #lee minho #lee know #hyunjin #stray kids tickle

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sungminxxx · 11 months

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❦ The Lost Paints❦

masterlist!

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Summary: Felix wanted to paint the lovely nature that laid in the backyard of the not so Stray Kids' house, but realized his paints were missing. Felix knew Hyunjin had them, but jinnie didn't want to admit he was right. So Felix gave him a good lesson on how to be honest~

Positions: ler!felix, lee!hyunjin

Warnings: Tickle fic

Requested by: @sinsibbutwannabetoki

A/N: I am extremely sorry for the long wait!! I havezd had a lot going on. I'll try to get into more requests as soon as I can! . Sorry if this isn't the most well written thing I have made. I'm sick and very tired atm. (its 3am) Please excuse any misspellings! Enjoy this very late, but cute story!! ♡

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Its a relaxing day at the house. All the members had the day off and most of them decided to spend their day off outdoors, all besides Felix and Hyunjin.

Felix was in the living room, bored, thinking about something productive that he could spend his time doing. He thought for what seemed like forever, until he finally got it. He would paint a picture of the beautiful nature that lived just outside, in the backyard. The blonde brushed his hair off his face and got up from the sofa, gathering all his supplies and setting it up outside. After gathering mostly everything, Felix noticed he had one thing missing that was most certainly needed in order to complete his new mission. His paints. He checked his room, his art cabinets, and even the living room. He could not find them anywhere! He stood and thought for a moment. "Hmm.. maybe someone took them?.. but.. who?" More time went on. What other member loved painting? "..Hyunjin hyung!"

The freckled boy rushed over to the older boy's room, knocking at the door before coming in. There, Hyunjin laid on his bed reading a book with a dark red cover. After noticing his door had been opened, Hyunjin glanced up at Felix with a smile following. "Well hello~" he said, setting his book down next to him. Felix went to the edge of the bed and sat down. "Hi Hyungie, I have a question for you." Jinne scooted himself towards Lix. "What is it?"

"Have you seen my paints? I can't find them anywhere." He said. Hyunjin looked at the wall, then at the ceiling. "Uh.. I haven't seen them." The elders' movements were not missed by Felix. He knew that every time his Hyung lied, he would not look straight at someone's face. "Uh huh, are you sure? You're not looking at me.. you do that when you're lying, hyung.." This made Hyunjin go slightly red. "N-No.. sorry Lix." Felix knew his hyung had his paints, but it seemed like Hyunjin wanted to do this the hard way.. and oh boy, was Felix ready. "Yeah, okay.. I believe you." the freckled boy sarcastically said before laying Hyunjin down on the bed and straddling his legs and living his arms above his head using one of his hands.

The long haired boy went pink, already knowing whats about to happen. "haahh.. L-Lix.. whahat are you doing?-" The younger takes out one of his paint brushes from his little bag and pulled up his hyungs shirt. "Oh nothing~ I'm just gonna make my cutie hyung laugh for a little bit!!'' The second the sentenced finished, Felix began tracing his paint brush up and down Hyunjin's sides.. already earning a few squeaks from the older. "w-wHWhAHaHAHahhahhahaAT? nHohoHOho!! FehhehehelihihiX-" Hyunjin said, already giggling loudly. Felix enjoyed this. He loved watching his hyung giggle from all the ticklish feelings. It was adorable. As Hyunjin continued to giggle under Felix from the brushes light touches, the younger began to move closer to his ribs, and then up to his underarms. Oh boy, Hyunjin didn't know the amount of ticklish feelings he would get the minute the soft point of the paintbrush entered his death spot. The minute the older had felt the paintbrush touch his underarms, it was an easy win for Felix from there. "eheHEHAHAHAAHAHA!! N-NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHERE-!! FEHEHELIX-!!!" Hyunjin was losing his mind already, but of course this was not enough for Felix. "Why not here, hyung? I love tickling you here!!!" the freckled one said, swirling the paintbrush around in his hollows and drawing cute little doodles to add on. At this point, Hyunjin was kicking and bucking his hips in a horrible attempt to get his younger one off of him. Due to all the bucking, Felix began to laugh along with his hyung, finding it funny that no matter how hard Hyunjin tried to escape.. nothing would work. In fact, this only encouraged him to keep going. So he did. Continuing to torment his hyungs sensitive underarms, he decides to add on some... spice to the menu. Lix let go of the olders hands but quickly inserted his pinky into his hyungs bellybutton. This drove Hyunjin absolutely bonkers. The long haired boy was now trying to thrash around uncontrollably. It was adorable. Felix was only scratching ever so softly at his hyungs cute bellybutton. Due to the amount of ticklishness Jinnie was feeling, the younger only kept up his act for a little longer before stopping and getting off of his hyung. Hyunjin laid there for a moment, catching his breath and getting out the giggles he still had. "Y-yohOhou ahAhre the wohohorst-!!" Hyunjin said, finishing up his little giggle fit. Felix pretended to act offended. "Well thats what you get for lying to me, hyung!! I know you have my paints!!" The older one chuckled before getting up and going into his drawer, taking out Felix's paints. "Yeah yeah, okay kiddo. Here you go~" Hyunjin handed back the youngers paints, smiling. Lix giggled and took the paints from his Hyung. "Thank you!!" The freckled boy was on his way to walk out of Hyunjin's room, but he stopped and looked back towards his friend. "Hey.. do you think maybe I could paint a portrait of you, hyung? I was orignally gonna draw the nature in our backyard, but you're a lot more prettier!" he said, smiling. This made Hyunjin happy. "Really? Of course you can! I'm too stunning to say no!" The older joked before grabbing Felix's hand, walking out of the room together.

#stray kids tickle #lee!hyunjin #ler!felix #tickle #kpop tickle #stray kids #felix #hyunjin #tickle community #paintbrush tickles #art

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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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· . ˚ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 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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luvyeni · 3 months

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𐙚 : SELLING MY BOYFRIEND W/ STRAYKIDS (smau) ֶָ֢ !

request: can you make the selling my bf thing but for skz? pls n thxx

authors note. no problem luv , i hope you like it <3!!!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

©️LUVYENI

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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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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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leegemma · 9 months

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hi your prob busy with other fics but can i request lee! seungmin w/ ler! minho

15.

38.

79.

it’s ok if you can’t ☺️

Thank you for your request! I actually really enjoyed writing this one, I hope you'll enjoy reading it just as much!

Enjoy:)

15 - “what did you just say to me?”

38 - “shut up!”

79 - “oh, seems like someone’s got the giggles!”

(I tried a different way to separate each section cuz some of you told me that I put too much distance between each one, so please let me know if this is better, if not then I'll change it back!)

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"Let mehehe gohoho already!"

Lee know was once again, tickling Hyunjin to pieces for no reason at all. Hyunjin was squirming as much as he could while being wrapped in a tight hug and seemed to be fighting for his life, too busy to notice the puppy watching in jealousy from the side.

His attacker however, did notice, but was a bit confused about why. Did he do something to Seungmin? It's possible, but he couldn't think of anything at all! They were talking about getting food together just before Hyunjin came in the living room and sat next to them.

With those thoughts in mind, Lee know finished up his attack quickly and rushed to get Hyunjin back out of the room. "You have 5 seconds to get out of here before I start up again."

Hyunjin hurried to get up and run out of the room, crying out a little: "I didn't even do anything!"

Lee know chuckled and waited until Hyunjin was completely gone before he scooted a bit closer to where Seungmin was on the sofa. "Yah, what's up with you?"

"Nothing." Seungmin sulked, crossing his arms with a cute pout playing on his lips.

"Uh-huh. Nothing is wrong, which is why you look like your dog just died, right?" Lee know streched out his arm to poke the younger boy's side.

Seungmin blocked his hand before he could reach. "I don't even have a dog, stupid."

Lee know froze, then slowly moved to look at Seungmin with a terrifying stare. “what did you just say to me?”

Seungmin gulped, he could not tell whether Lee know was being serious or not. "I- I said I don't have a dog, stupid!"

Oh, so that's how he wanted to play. "Who are you calling stupid?" Lee know tried to confirm before making any further actions.

"You." Seungmin confirmed.

"Ah. I see." Lee know nodded and stopped for a minute, he then shrugged and grabbed Seungmin's arms, pinning them under his own back while he took a seat on top of the younger boy.

It was all happening way too quickly for Seungmin to process, and by the time he realized what was happening, Lee know had already dug into his armpits. Causing the boy to go completely balastics. "HYUNG!"

"Yes, Seungmin?" There was this special thing about Lee know when be was tickling the members, somehow he was always able to sound as if nothing was happening, which somehow made it all so much worse for his victim.

"IHIHIT TICKLES!!" Seungmin threw his head back when Lee know moved on to his stomach, taking his hand and shaking it right in the middle.

"Oh, really? I would have never thought!" Lee know giggled along, finding the younger boy's obvious statement adorable.

"STAHAHP TEASING" The puppy demanded.

"Just the teasing? You don't want me to stop the tickling?" Lee know asked playfully, grinning when Seungmin didn't answer but only blushed. "No way! You actually don't want me to stop! That is adorable~"

"NOHOHOHO" Seungmin blushed even more at the comment, and laughed even more when Lee know started kneading his thighs.

"Wait- is that why you were looking so angry when I was tickling Hyunjin? You wanted to be tickled too?" Lee know finally came to the realisation. "Aww, Seungmin-ah! You should've just told me!"

"I COUHULDNT! TOO EM- HAHAHAH! TOO EMBARASSING" Seungmin managed to yell out.

Lee know chuckled and moved both his hands under to tickle Seungmin's neck, earning elmo-like giggles from the younger.

“oh, seems like someone’s got the giggles!” Lee know teased, enjoying the sweet laughs and continuing in that same spot.

“shut up!” Seungmin yelled out, trying to shake his head as much as he could.

After keeping up his act for a few minutes longer, Minho noticed Seungmin was starting to tap out, and so he stopped the tickling and ruffled the boy's hair affectionately. "You good?"

Seungmin caught his breath and tried to stop his huge smile from spreading even further, but he just couldn't. "I'm good. Thank you."

"Don't mention it." You already know Minho had to keep his bad guy act up, so he shrugged and got up from the sofa, beggining to walk out of the room. Not before remembering another important detail and turning back to face Seungmin as he said it. "Oh and Seungmin? No more of that angry staring crap, just ask next time. I'll be more than happy to do it."

Seungmin nodded, the huge smile still on his face. The two exchanged a quick glanced and then both looked away.

Lee know walked out and into the kitchen, leaving Seungmin on the sofa to wonder what the hell just happend.

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