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My heart!!!

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

I am loving your work look forward to reading more💕

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

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

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

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

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↝Bang Chan

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

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

"Chan…"

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

His heart melted on the spot.

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

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

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

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

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

↝Lee Know

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

"Minho…" You let out a sleepy giggle.

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

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

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

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

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

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

The teasing would be relentless in the morning.

↝Changbin

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

"Changbin…" A soft giggle followed.

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

Wait. What?!

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

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

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

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

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

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

↝Hyunjin

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

Then he heard it.

"Hyunjin…"

He froze mid-stroke.

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

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

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

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

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

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

↝Han

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

"Jisung…"

His eyes shot open. His brain short-circuited.

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

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

Nope. He was not surviving this.

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

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

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

↝Felix

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

"Lixie…"

His entire body froze.

His brain stopped working.

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

You giggled softly, snuggling even closer.

Felix let out the quietest squeak known to mankind.

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

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

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

↝Seungmin

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

"Seungmin…"

He paused mid-page.

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

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

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

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

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

↝Jeongin

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

"Innie…"

His entire soul left his body.

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

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

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

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

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

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

#this is so cute omg #giggling and kicking my feet #my heart #stray kids #stray kids imagines

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steadysuitenthusiast · 3 months ago

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This is so precious!!

Dreams of You

Pairing: dom!Felix x afab!reader

Genre: fluff?? + Smut MDNI

Summary: A quiet night of gaming between best friends takes a heated turn when Felix overhears your mumbling his name in your sleep.

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Content Warning: sexual content, smut, oral ( f receiving) , mutual pining, bestfriends to lovers, sleep talking

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: this was a request that I got and wrote it half asleep a few days ago, it has been sitting in my drafts since.

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EVERYTHING WRITTEN IS PURELY FICTION──NOTHING IS DIRECTLY RELATED TO ANY REAL LIFE EVENTS.

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The warm glow of LED lights flickered dimly around Felix’s room, casting a soft golden hue over the familiar space. Posters of his favorite games lined the walls, shelves stacked neatly with figurines, and an open bag of chips sat forgotten beside his monitor. The hum of his console filled the quiet, accompanied only by the rhythmic clicking of his controller.

You were curled up on his bed, wrapped in one of his oversized hoodies, your body nestled into the thick blankets. The scent of his detergent—vanilla and fresh cotton—clung to the fabric, mixing with the faint aroma of the hot cocoa you had both been drinking earlier.

This was routine for you and Felix—late-night gaming, snacks, and laughter until exhaustion pulled you under. You had been best friends since childhood, practically inseparable, and yet, recently, something felt… different.

The way his fingers would linger a little longer when he passed you a controller, how his gaze softened whenever he looked at you, or the way his voice dropped an octave when he murmured your name.

Felix was clueless about your feelings, or so you thought. What you didn’t realize was that he had spent countless nights like this, sneaking glances at you between games, swallowing down the urge to reach out and take what he had been craving for so long.

He had memorized the way you curled up in his bed like you belonged there. The way his hoodie looked on you, how the sleeves covered your hands, how the hem rode up just enough to tease his imagination.

Tonight was no different.

Or at least, it wasn’t—until you started talking in your sleep.

Felix had been mid-match, fingers moving instinctively over the controls, deep in concentration. The tension of the boss fight had him on edge, jaw set, every nerve focused. And then—

"Felix…"

His fingers stilled. His breath caught.

He turned, gaze snapping to you, heart hammering against his ribs.

You shifted slightly, still lost in sleep, lashes fluttering against your cheeks as you mumbled again.

"Mm… so pretty… wanna kiss you…"

Felix felt heat pool low in his stomach, spreading through his veins like wildfire.

Did he hear that right? His grip on the controller tightened, muscles tensing. But then—

"Wish you’d just… touch me already…"

Felix inhaled sharply, the room suddenly feeling too small, too warm. His sweet, innocent best friend—murmuring those words, about him?

The controller slipped from his hands, landing with a soft thud against the desk. The game was forgotten, his entire world narrowing down to you—your body curled in his bed, his hoodie swallowing you up, your lips parted just so.

A slow, dangerous smirk curled at the corner of his mouth. So, you did want him.

Leaning in, he hovered just above you, his breath ghosting over your skin. His fingers brushed a stray strand of hair from your face, tucking it gently behind your ear. You looked so peaceful, so utterly his, even if you didn’t know it yet.

"Angel," he murmured, voice deep, laced with something darker, something possessive.You didn’t stir.

Felix exhaled, restraint hanging by a thread. He could wake you, pretend he never heard anything… or he could give you exactly what you wanted. And fuck, he wanted you too badly to stop now.

His lips barely grazed the shell of your ear as he whispered, voice like silk wrapping around you. "Is that what you dream about, hmm?" His tone was teasing, seductive. "Me touching you?"

A small whimper escaped your lips, and Felix’s restraint snapped.His fingers ghosted down your arm, deliberate, slow—testing, taunting. "You have no idea what you just started, angel."

His lips brushed over your jaw, featherlight at first, savoring the way your skin reacted to his touch. Then, finally—

A kiss. Soft, fleeting. Barely there. But it was enough. Because the moment his lips met your skin, your eyes fluttered open, still heavy with sleep.

"Lix…?" Your voice was barely above a whisper, confusion laced in its drowsy undertone.

His face hovered inches from yours, eyes dark and unreadable, burning with something you had never seen before. The warmth in his gaze was still there, but beneath it simmered something else—something electric, consuming.

"You talk in your sleep, angel," he murmured, thumb brushing against your cheek, voice dripping with amusement. "You said something interesting just now."

Your stomach dropped. Oh God.

Felix chuckled at your expression, the sound deep, sending a shiver down your spine. "Y’know, if you wanted me to touch you," he leaned in, lips barely ghosting over yours, teasing, tempting, "all you had to do was ask."

Your breath hitched. And then, Felix kissed you.

This time, it wasn’t soft. It was raw, desperate—weeks, months, years of suppressed longing crashing down all at once. His hands found your waist, fingers digging in just enough to make you gasp. He swallowed the sound eagerly, tongue sliding against yours as he deepened the kiss, leaving no room for hesitation.

"Felix—"

"Shh, angel." His grip tightened, pulling you against him as if he could mold you into him completely. His voice was husky, thick with need. "Let me make your dreams come true, yeah?"

And who were you to deny your pretty best friend?

Felix’s lips moved against yours with a slow, deliberate hunger—one that sent warmth pooling deep in your belly. His hands, firm but gentle, gripped your waist, keeping you flush against him as he deepened the kiss. The room was still wrapped in the golden glow of fairy lights, the quiet hum of his console a distant sound beneath the soft sighs escaping your lips.

You could barely think, barely breathe with how he was kissing you—like he had been waiting forever, like he needed this as much as you did.

His tongue flicked teasingly against yours before he pulled away slightly, his breath warm against your lips. "You’re so cute when you’re flustered," Felix murmured, chuckling as he pressed a lingering kiss to the corner of your mouth. "Did you mean it?"

Your heart pounded. "Mean what?"

His fingers traced slow, lazy circles along your thigh. "What you said in your sleep," he mused, tilting his head. "That you wanted me to touch you."

You swallowed hard. How the hell were you supposed to answer that when he was looking at you like that—his dark lashes fluttering, his plush lips slightly swollen from kissing you?

Felix smirked, sensing your hesitation. "It’s okay, angel," he whispered, fingers skimming under the hem of his hoodie that you were wearing. "I already know the answer."

He leaned in, pressing a kiss to the sensitive skin beneath your ear. "You want me," he murmured, voice low and teasing. "And if I’m being honest, I want you too. So, so badly."

Your breath hitched as his hands traveled higher, palms warm against your skin. His hoodie, which had once felt cozy and oversized, suddenly felt too much—like a barrier between you and his touch.

"Lix…" you whispered, hands fisting his shirt.

"Hm?" He hummed, placing a soft kiss on your jaw, his fingers slipping under the hoodie, tracing featherlight touches up your bare waist.

"I want you," you finally admitted, cheeks burning.

Felix groaned softly, pressing his forehead against yours. "Say it again," he murmured, his grip on your waist tightening.

"I want you," you repeated, voice barely above a whisper.

"That’s my girl," he murmured before tilting your chin up and kissing you deeply. His hands pushed the hoodie up, his fingertips grazing over your bare skin, making you shiver. He pulled back just enough to tug it over your head, tossing it aside. His eyes darkened as he took in the sight of you, lips parting slightly.

Felix’s kisses slowed, filled with something deeper than just hunger. His hands roamed your back, fingertips tracing lazy patterns against your skin as if memorizing every inch of you. The warmth of his body pressed against yours, comforting and electrifying all at once.

"You feel so perfect," he murmured, resting his forehead against yours for a moment, breath mingling. "Like you were made just for me."

Your heart swelled at the tenderness in his voice. You reached up, cupping his face, thumbs brushing over his sharp cheekbones. "I was always yours, Lix."

And in that instant, he melted. He kissed you again, but this time, it was sweet—unhurried, lingering. His hands caressed your sides, squeezing gently before he pulled you into his lap, arms wrapping securely around you.

He nuzzled into your neck, placing soft kisses along your pulse, his voice barely above a whisper. "Then let me show you just how much that means to me, angel."

And as he held you close, hands warm and loving, Felix made good on his promise, worshiping you with every kiss, every touch.

"God, you’re beautiful," he whispered, his fingers tracing along your spine before pressing you against him. The warmth of his body, the way his hands molded against your curves—it sent a shiver down your spine.

You whimpered as he trailed kisses down your neck, his lips soft but needy, each press of his mouth igniting something deeper within you.

"Tell me if it’s too much, okay?" he murmured, his voice laced with tenderness as he cupped your cheek.

You nodded, heart swelling at how gentle he was despite the hunger in his gaze. "I trust you."

Felix’s pupils dilated at your words. "Good girl," he whispered before laying you down on the bed, his body hovering over yours.

You could barely think, barely breathe with how he was kissing you—like he had been waiting forever, like he needed this as much as you did.

Felix pulled away just enough to brush his lips against your jaw, his voice laced with warmth and teasing. "I’m gonna take my time with you, angel," he whispered, his hands trailing lower, gripping your thighs. "Make sure you never have to dream about this again."

The air between you was charged, electric, yet the way he touched you was so soft, so loving—like he wanted to worship every inch of you.

And that’s exactly what he did.

Felix’s hands traced slow, deliberate patterns over your bare skin, his fingertips featherlight as they explored every inch of you.

His touch sent shivers dancing down your spine, setting your nerve endings ablaze with anticipation. His gaze, dark yet filled with adoration, raked over your form as if committing every detail to memory.

“You’re so perfect,” he murmured, his voice husky with restrained desire. His lips found the sensitive skin of your neck, pressing soft, lingering kisses down to your collarbone, taking his time savoring the taste of you. Each kiss was slow, filled with tender, like he wanted to worship you with every touch.

Your breath hitched when he slid his hands up your sides, fingers grazing your ribcage before slipping under your back to unclasp your bra. He pulled back slightly, watching you through half-lidded eyes as he peeled the fabric away, baring you to him completely.

A deep groan rumbled in his chest as he took you in, his fingers tracing the curves of your body with awe. “So beautiful,” he whispered, his thumb brushing over your hardened nipple in a slow, teasing motion. The sensation sent a wave of pleasure straight to your core, and you gasped softly, arching into his touch.

Felix’s lips found yours again, this time with more urgency, more need. His kisses were deep and intoxicating, his tongue teasing yours as he pressed his body flush against you. The warmth of his skin against yours sent a delicious heat pooling between your thighs, and you couldn’t stop the soft moan that slipped from your lips.

He swallowed the sound eagerly, tilting his head to deepen the kiss as his hands traveled lower, fingers skimming the waistband of your shorts. “May I?” he asked, voice thick with desire, yet still laced with that ever-present tenderness.

You nodded breathlessly, but he tsked softly, smirking against your lips. “Words, angel.”

“Yes, Lix,” you murmured, your voice trembling with need. “Please.”

A satisfied hum vibrated against your lips as he slid your shorts and panties down, leaving you bare beneath him. His gaze darkened as he pulled back to admire you, his fingertips tracing the insides of your thighs, sending waves of pleasure rippling through your body.

“So soft,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your hipbone before settling between your legs. His hands gripped your thighs gently, spreading them apart as he looked up at you, his eyes smoldering with something deeper than just lust.

The first brush of his lips against your core was featherlight, almost teasing, but the sensation made you gasp, your fingers threading into his soft hair. Felix chuckled against your skin, his warm breath sending tingles up your spine. “Patience, angel. Let me take my time with you.”

And he did.

His tongue flicked against your clit in slow, deliberate strokes, his hands holding your hips firmly in place as he devoured you. Each movement was precise, calculated to pull the sweetest sounds from your lips. He alternated between soft, teasing licks and deep, languid strokes that had you writhing beneath him, completely at his mercy.

The pleasure built steadily, heat coiling tighter and tighter in your core. Felix could feel it, could hear it in the breathy moans spilling from your lips, and he groaned against you, the vibrations sending a jolt of ecstasy through your body.

“Lix—” You whimpered, your thighs trembling around his head.

He hummed in response, his tongue working you over with practiced ease, never once breaking his slow, sensual pace. His fingers joined in, slipping inside you with a careful, deliberate push, stretching you open as his tongue continued its assault on your clit. Your back arched, pleasure surging through you like wildfire.

“Let go for me, angel,” he murmured against your skin, his voice sinfully smooth. “I want to feel you come apart.”

The combination of his fingers curling inside you and the expert flick of his tongue sent you over the edge. A cry of his name tore from your lips as your orgasm crashed over you, your body trembling beneath him. Felix groaned, lapping up every drop of your release, prolonging your pleasure until you were gasping for breath.

He pulled back slowly, licking his lips as he crawled back up your body, capturing your lips in a deep, languid kiss. “You taste like heaven,” he whispered against your lips, his voice thick with satisfaction.

You were still catching your breath when you felt him pressing against your entrance, his cock hard and heavy confined inside his sweats, teasing your soaked folds. Felix groaned softly, resting his forehead against yours as he rolled his hips, coating himself in your arousal.

“You sure, baby?” he murmured, searching your eyes for any hesitation.

You cupped his face, brushing your thumb over his cheek. “I want this, Felix. I want you.”

A low growl escaped him as he kissed you deeply, his body trembling with restraint as he gave in, freeing his cock out—it’s beautifully swollen tip already leaking with precum before he pushed inside you, inch by inch.

The stretch was delicious, toeing the line between pleasure and pain, but the way Felix held you—his hands cradling your face, his lips pressing soothing kisses against your temple—made you feel nothing but safe and cherished.

“You’re so tight, angel,” he groaned, his voice a deep rasp as he bottomed out inside you. He stilled for a moment, allowing you to adjust, his forehead pressed against yours as he peppered your face with kisses. “Feel so good around me.”

You moaned softly, wrapping your legs around his waist, urging him to move. “Please, Lix… I need you.”

That was all he needed.

Felix pulled back slowly before thrusting in again, setting a steady, sensual rhythm that had you both gasping. His movements were deliberate, each roll of his hips deep and unhurried, savoring the way your bodies fit together perfectly.

His hands roamed your body, tracing every curve, every dip, as if trying to memorize the way you felt beneath him. “You’re mine,” he murmured, voice thick with emotion. “Made for me.”

You nodded, meeting his thrusts with equal fervor, your fingers clawing at his back as pleasure coiled tightly in your belly once more. “Yours, Felix,” you breathed. “Always.”

Felix groaned, his pace faltering slightly at your words. He captured your lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing your moans as he quickened his pace, chasing both your releases. His hand slipped between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing slow, lazy circles that sent you hurtling toward the edge.

“Come for me, angel,” he whispered, his voice barely above a breath. “Wanna feel you.”

His words sent you spiraling, pleasure crashing over you in waves as you clenched around him, your orgasm ripping through you with an intensity that left you breathless.

Felix followed moments later, his hips stuttering before pulling out—giving himself a few strokes before spilling onto your drenched cunt with a deep, guttural moan, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he rode out his high.

For a moment, neither of you moved, the only sound in the room being your ragged breaths and the distant hum of his console. Felix lifted his head, brushing his lips over yours in a soft, tender kiss.

“You okay, angel?” he murmured, his voice laced with concern.

You smiled, threading your fingers through his hair. “Never better.”

Felix chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead before wrapping you in his arms, holding you close. “Good,” he whispered, nuzzling into your neck. “Because I’m never letting you go now that you’re mine.”

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