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Winter Things

❄️ Stray Kids (Bang Chan, Changbin, Han Jisung, and Hyunjin) x reader and Ateez (Yunho and Hongjoong) x reader

❄️ Word count: 3.7k

❄️ Happy holidays babes! I decided to make a few gifts for my friends based on their favorite winter activities but everyone can enjoy, so merry ficmas 🖤🎁 Each has a mood board, fluffy date, and the spicy ending! All soft, fluffy winter vibes here folks, nothing too wild. All contain smut so minors DNI!

Hongjoong + baking cookies for @kiestrokes

Hongjoong comes over after you tell him you’re planning on spending the day baking Christmas cookies. You figure he needs a change of scenery to keep working and you, as a friend, provide a low stress environment and tasty treats. But when he shows up in his sweats and hoodie, no laptop in sight, your heart melts a little. He really just wanted to be with you. You had worried that becoming friends with benefits would ruin your friendship, but it actually only made you both closer. There was no awkwardness, no secrets, just complete trust and honesty. He sits at your counter and watches you as you work, helping here and there when you ask for it. You discuss everything that’s happened since the last time you saw each other. It’s only been a few days, but you both love knowing even the smallest detail. But when it comes time to decorate, Hongjoong is ready to show off his skills. He’s deadset on getting every single one absolutely perfect, and once you’re done — and after he attacks you with the leftover icing — he’s pushing you toward the bathroom, promising to clean up the kitchen as you clean up yourself. After your shower, all comfy and bundled in your pajamas, he’s pulling you under the blanket on the couch and into his arms. You let yourself relax with your back against his chest — you feel undeniably safe with him.

His voice in your ear nearly lulls you to sleep when you feel his hands under your shirt, skimming up your ribs, one hand cupping your breasts while the other traces a finger down your stomach. You can’t make out any of the words he’s saying, sleep clouding your brain, but you don’t care. It feels good and you’re perfectly willing to bask in his casual affection. His featherlight touches pull back to reality, but his cold fingertips slipping just below the waistband of your pants jolts you awake. You barely whisper a plea as the thought of his fingers inside you make you squirm with anticipation. He chuckles at your excitement and in no time, he has you naked, his pants abandoned by the armrest as well, your back still pressed against his chest. He whispers all of his most lewd fantasies, praises, and appreciation in your ear as his fingers work inside you. He makes you cum like that, writhing against his hold, twice before he relents and pushes into you. It’s not long before he’s gasping your name into your ear and moaning as the tight circles he makes around your clit quicken, pushing you over the edge with him. You spend the rest of the day under the blanket with him, relishing in the uninterrupted time you two have together.

Changbin + looking at the Christmas lights for @eureka-its-zico

Your husband calls you on his way home from work, saying he’s on his way, and tells you to put on something comfortable. When you get in Changbin’s car he hands you both a coffee cup, your usual order, and his sweatshirt. He refuses to tell you where you’re going, but you don’t mind. You trust Changbin with your life, and sitting in the passenger seat with his hand in yours, your favorite playlist filtering through the speakers is exactly what you needed after the week you’d had. You can always count on him to brighten your day; he would never let you wallow in your bad week. He’s always coming home with flowers, a milkshake, or a new book to brighten your worst days. You let yourself relax as you watch the sun set and the street lights turn on, when he pulls into a neighborhood that’s teeming with lights and decorations. His giggle echoes in the car as your face lights up, gasping and cooing at every house. Changbin tells you to get comfortable — because he’s not stopping the car until you’ve seen every decorated house in the city. You both pick favorites in every neighborhood, picking the best ones and reminding yourselves to go back next year to see if they do anything different. You drive around until you start yawning. Changbin stops the car, pulling off to the side of the road. He turns the car off, running out into the cold to your door before pulling it open and hauling you into his arms. You scream and laugh as he spins you around before coming to a stop, showing you the city laid out in front of you. You can’t help but kiss him — your Binnie is the best husband you could ever ask for.

After a few lighthearted complaints, you force him back into the car, but you pull him into the back seat with you. It may be freezing outside but he’s warm and broad and lights a fire in you that burns so hot you have to strip down to nearly nothing. He folds you into positions you weren’t sure were possible, mumbling about how the backseat isn’t big enough for how he wants to ravish you, but his selfish wife can’t keep her hands to herself. He promises to make it up to you when you get home but for now, he needs you too bad. Despite being with him for as long as you’ve been, you still need him to prep you before he can fuck you the way you want him to. Your knees are pressed to your chest as he scissors his fingers into you, mouthing at your neck and chest. The fleeting thought of his leather seats passes through you before his cock bullies its way into your cunt — the stretch tearing all the coherent thoughts from your brain. You’re a brainless mess as he fucks you, digging your nails into his biceps until his hips start faltering. His name tumbles out of you in a gasp as you shatter, dragging him with you into the abyss. You both lay there, catching your breath before you both start giggling, feeling like a couple of teenagers again. He kisses your forehead once before climbing back into the front seat, starting the long drive home. He tells you he doesn’t mind if you fall asleep — he’ll get you both home safe.

Hyunjin + Decorating the Tree for @slashersteve

You were in the middle of a holiday puzzle when your phone started ringing, interrupting the carefully curated playlist you’d set up. Of course, it was your best friend Hyunjin with the dramatics, complaining about how he desperately needs your help with his final project for his photography class; nothing was going the way it was supposed to and he needed you more than ever. You sighed and grabbed your box of Christmas decorations you’d been procrastinating setting out before bustling out of your apartment. You decided it wouldn’t hurt to stop by a few shops on the way — you knew what he was planning and exactly why it wasn’t working the way he’d wanted it to. He’d spent the last three weeks telling you endlessly about how his final project was going to be about Christmas Traditions, but he had only picked out high end, avant garde decorations. He lacked the warmth and comfort of home, which you were more than happy to provide to your best friend. You didn’t bother knocking as you got to his apartment; you let yourself in the unlocked door and found Hyunjin laying on the floor of his living room, surrounded by an army of expensive miniature nutcrackers. You ignored him as he began lamenting about his failure, deciding instead to set up all your decorations. They were things you’d had since childhood along with things you’d begun collecting throughout your life, or things that looked like what you’d find in your mother’s Christmas collection. Eventually, his complaints faded into silence, which was only occasionally broken by the click of a shutter. You forced him to set the camera down to help you decorate the tree he’d set up. Your heart clenched in your chest when you thought about how desperately you wished you could do this with him for real. Your family already loved him, and his loved you, so the transition would be seamless. But he didn’t feel the same way about you — you’d packed up that hope years ago. You had accepted that Hyunjin would always just be your friend, your best friend. But in moments like this, you couldn’t help but long for more. You finished decorating in amicable silence and you both stood back from the tree, appreciating how beautiful it was. Hyunjin handed you the tree topper you’d brought with you, a Tinkerbell you used every year, and bid you to place it on the tree. As you stretched up onto your toes, you heard the distinct click of the camera firing behind you. You rolled your eyes and straightened her out before dropping back onto your heels, glaring at him. But you were surprised by his face so close to yours, a look you’d never seen in his eyes. You didn’t have time to decipher what it was before his lips were descending on yours.

It was a rush — both of you pulling at each other's clothes with no regard, desperate and frenzied. You didn’t want to waste any time, unsure if you’d ever have the opportunity to be with Hyunjin again. You tried to convince yourself that one time would be enough, you could live with once if it was all you could get from him, so you were going to make it worth it. You marveled at his naked body, nearly wept when he pressed his sinfully long fingers into your entrance, screamed his name as he made you cum with his mouth, and felt the world come to a stop when he finally had his cock inside you. The idea that you could ever move on was laughable — not only was he your best friend but he somehow knew exactly what to do and when, and exactly what to say to tear you apart at your seams. You were catching your breath when he finally spoke, expecting him to tell you that it had been a mistake. But instead he tearfully confessed his years long held affection for you and begged you not to break his heart, at least not until after Christmas. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at his dramatics, and instead tackled him backwards onto the couch, kissing him again before informing your now boyfriend he didn’t have to worry about being heartbroken, before Christmas or after.

Yunho + cozy nights in for @j-a-nuary

As soon as the snow starts coming down, you cancel your minimal plans for the day. Yunho is one of your first calls — you were supposed to go out for lunch to a new restaurant you’ve been wanting to try, but now all you wanna do is curl up on the couch and watch some comfort shows. You apologize for calling off your plans with your boyfriend, but trekking out into the snow sounds horrible to you. He laughs and tells you he understands, leaving you to your couch and your shows. An episode and a half later there’s a knock on your door; it’s Yunho with a bag of food from your canceled reservation, and another bag of snacks. He spreads your lunch out on the table and hands you a plate. You both eat in silence, focused on the TV, but his body is pressed against yours comfortingly. He presses his lips to your head every so often, and when you finish, he takes the dishes to the kitchen and refuses your help when he starts to wash. He tells you that you can repay him in cuddles when he’s done.

You don’t wait when he comes back to the couch — as soon as he sits down you crawl into his lap, fingers threading into his hair to tip it back to give you the room you require to show your appreciation for him. You take your time trailing your lips across his jaw, relishing in his subtle shivers and the way his hands twitch where they sit on your waist. You know he’s struggling to not flip you onto your back and take over, a move you’re intimately familiar with, but you have other plans. He lets you strip off his flannel and the shirt underneath, nails trailing over his muscles as your lips and tongue and teeth trail across his broad chest and over his sensitive neck. It’s when you suck a small mark into the thin skin at the hollow of his throat his hands finally tighten on your waist, and you know you’ve won. The broken moan falling out of his mouth tastes like victory, his body relaxing against the back of the couch. You waste no time ridding both of you of the rest of your clothes before positioning yourself over his cock, sinking down onto it with a satisfied hum. Yunho’s hands on your hips keep you from setting the pace you had wanted, but you’re willing to give him this minuscule amount of control. He keeps your pace slow, forcing you to grind down onto him when he seats you fully in his lap, and you nip at his ear in retaliation before he lets you move. The pleasure and arousal builds in you quickly, and you know he’s purposefully keeping it slow so you won’t cum, but the way he’s looking at you and the subtle shift of his hips when you grind down sends you reeling. Yunho just smiles and watches you shiver as you give into the orgasm. Once you catch your breath, the desire to wipe the smug look off his face takes over. Before he can stop you, you’re pushing yourself out of his lap and falling onto your knees, taking him into your throat without warning. He shouts, throwing his head back and digging his long fingers into the cushion of the couch, not wanting to stop whatever you have planned. You watch his eyes flutter as you slowly push yourself to take the rest of him, only coming to a stop when your nose is pressed against his skin. Your eyes open to meet his and as soon as they do, he comes with a shout of your name. As the snow piles up outside your door, you both sink further into the cocoon of intimacy your apartment provides.

Bang Chan + sledding for @minisugakoobies

Chan wakes you up with a wide smile and a cup of coffee, a shocking turn of events considering you’re usually the one to wake him up. But you can’t complain when his excited face mere inches from yours is the first thing you see. He’s speaking so quickly as soon as your eyes open that you can’t understand him; you only catch the words snow, sled, and melting. And they’re enough to get you out of bed immediately. You both pull on your thickest winter clothes as he rambles at you again, telling you about how it snowed the night before and how he wants to make sure you get enough time to sled before it melts or gets too yucky. You spend the rest of the morning and into the early afternoon outside, sledding and laughing with each other. He makes you feel like a kid with a crush again, and you can’t believe he’s yours. Chan helps you pull your sled back up every hill, and always checks on you when you fall off your sled, kissing your palms and your snow covered knees. It makes you want to cry, you're so happy. It’s only when the cold has sufficiently numbed your fingers, toes, and nose that you even consider going inside, you and Chan giggling the whole walk back, recounting your favorite moments of the morning as you kick off your shoes. He pulls you to a stop before you go inside, pointing at the mistletoe above the door with a shy smile. You can’t resist. You throw your gloves on the floor and jump into his arms, kissing over every inch of his face before planting a soft kiss to his plush lips.

Chan walks you back into your house, kicking the door closed behind him as he stumbles into the kitchen, setting you on the counter for just long enough to pull off your jacket and his before he’s got you back in his arms and shuffling down the hall. His hands knead into your thighs as he hums into your mouth how much he loves you. He finally sets you down in your shared bathroom, disappearing for a second to turn on the shower before he’s closing the space between you again, keeping you trapped against the sink when he sneaks his frigid fingers under your shirt. You scream and scold him, but he just laughs as he peels the layers off you until you’re bare. You return the favor, pressing your chilly palm to his lower back, earning a yelp of surprise, before you strip him of his many layers and pull him into the steamy shower. He wastes no time lifting you into his arms again and pressing you against the shower wall, plush lips on yours as you reach down to line him up with your entrance. He pushes into you, a ragged sigh following as he stills for a moment, forehead pressed against yours. You kiss him and thank him for giving you such a memorable day, and being the wonderful man he is. His knees nearly buckle at your words before he pins you to the wall, hips slamming into yours. You know you’ll have a bruise tomorrow, but you don’t care. He doesn’t last long, panting as he professes his love for you as he finishes, letting you stand on your own two feet again. You cling to him as he regains his balance, forehead pressed into the junction of your neck. It takes him a minute to set you down, mumbling about how he’s going to fuck you so well later you won’t be able to walk. You giggle and nod as you pull him under the warm water and uncap his shampoo, lathering it into his scalp as he sags against you, humming appreciatively into your skin. After the water is turned off, you remind him of his earlier promise with a wink over your shoulder; his smirk tells you that he would never dream of breaking that promise.

Han Jisung + watching the snow fall by the fire for @minttangerines

You could not be more annoyed that you have to spend what would have been a perfect day with him. Han Jisung is quite possibly the most annoying person you’ve ever met, and yet he seems to have absolutely everyone wrapped around his finger; most of all your professor who paired you with him on an important project that’s due in a few days. He has bailed or ghosted you on every meeting you’ve set up beforehand, claiming something arose or that he simply forgot the time, which lead you to infuriatingly inviting him over to your house in the hopes you can get the assignment over with. You outright refused to go to campus again just for him to bail on you, so you demanded to host. Of course that was before the forecast had predicted snow. Now all you wanted to do was curl up on your couch in front of the fire, but instead you have to host your enemy and try not to strangle him. He shows up early, beaming at you with a package of hot chocolate under one arm and laptop under the other. You manage to get through most of the project in amiable silence, accompanied only by the sounds of your respective keyboards and the crackling of your fireplace. It’s only after you finish, praises falling from Jisung’s pretty mouth that you realize the snow hadn’t stopped as previously forecasted. In fact, it began to snow much harder; and you weren’t sure he could make it home anymore. You sigh and offer him to crash on your couch till morning. You spend the night chatting by the fire, watching the snow drifts build, and forgetting why you hated Han Jisung to begin with.

By the 2nd cup of hot chocolate your rivalry with Jisung is forgotten; all you can think of is his adorably squishy cheeks, his sparkly doe eyes, and his pretty pink mouth. You aren’t really paying attention to what he’s saying until he chokes on his words and turns away from you, looking embarrassed and a little flushed. Then your brain catches up; Han Jisung has a crush on you. Without thinking, you lean across the coffee table and plant your lips on his. Before you know it, he’s stripped you of your pants and has you gasping as his shoulders settle between your thighs. He can’t stop giggling to himself, mumbling about how he never thought this could happen, how hot he thinks you are, and how lucky he is to have gotten paired with you. His rambling makes you tremble with anticipation as your arousal grows and makes you heart flutter, making you grab his hair to guide his mouth to where you want him. He’s messy and vocal and all it does is turn you on more until you’re moaning his name and falling apart. After a few minutes he’s crawling back up to lay at your side. You tell him to give you a minute before you can continue, but he admits sheepishly that hearing you call out his name made him cum in his pants. You can’t help but laugh as you wonder aloud why you ever hated him. He gasps in outrage, claiming he thought your behavior towards him was your way of flirting; he never suspected you actually didn’t like him. You can’t help but laugh; Jisung would think your outright dismissal of him was a flirting tactic. You pull him in for another kiss and offer your washing machine as an apology — he won’t need his clothes until tomorrow morning anyway.

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