I Was Suddenly Inspired By This One Clip Of A Female Idol (I Don't Remember Who [Found Out It Was Yeji])

I was suddenly inspired by this one clip of a female idol (I don't remember who [Found out it was Yeji]) that's been on my mind for some reason where she's wearing cargo pants i think with 'g-string' straps and the comments were saying that they were attached to the pants. I'm bad at describing things but basically I couldn't stop thinking about how those straps would look on the boys but I was mainly thinking of Chan.

I just think...Maybe you and Chan had been in some sort of relationship for a while and you gifted him a guys thong as a joke since you guys have settled into a comfortable relationship and like to joke with each other.

I don't know what else to say. 😅 This was a spur of the moment thought. (This turned out to be a one shot) Tags: Male reader, suggestive at the end, subby chan, "you" are younger then Chan, you/your pronouns.

It was a joke, saying he might look good in it but he didn't actually have to try it but one day, you were cleaning the dorm and found a random flash drive. You walked to Chan's room to see if it was his but were pleasantly surprised to see not just him quickly pulling down his shirt to hide something but the quick glimpse of a familiar white and red adorned to his hips.

You walk over to him, kicking the door closed, and placed your hands on his waist as he play innocent and asked what you needed. The drive and original train of thought you had left as soon as you saw it, you ignore Chan and glide your hands down his torso, feeling him shiver as his knees almost go weak and his hands fly to hold your forearms as his breathing becomes shallow while he watches your every move.

You take a moment to appreciate and look over his outfit, for once he's wearing something other than black, dark khakis and your white baggy shirt with a crudely drawn derpy cat with a middle finger. Your eyes catch on his hips and your hands proceed to scrunch the shirt in your fists that rest above his hips.

A small, barely audible gasp escapes you as you examine the fabric on his hips. They were from the brand Loverboy, the red band was purposefully pulled further up on the sides to be seen, taking the same path as his v-line into his pants. "J-Jagi?" Chan stutters out, feeling the same small feeling whenever he's under your roaming gaze. "Is it...bad?" Your eyes shoot up to his, noticing the sheepish look in his eyes before leaning forward, hands dropping the shirt in favor of feeling Chan's skin under your palms as you lead into a feverish kiss, immediately turning your kiss of reassurance into the start of a make out session.

You hum when his one of his hands find purchase at the back of your neck, gripping your hair to pull you closer as he relaxes in your hold while the other rests lazily on your pec, fisting the material of your top as he lets go and his worry melts away. Your hands slide to his hips and your thumb rubs back and forth on his skin and where the edge of the band ends. Tilting your head slightly to the left, you deepen the kiss, pulling him in closer, his hand on your chest sliding up to rest on your shoulder and the other moving from your hair to your jaw.

You loved it when he was relaxed, wether it be at the mercy of your hands in bed or cuddling on the couch while a movie you two lost interest in a while ago plays in the background as you just stare at each other. You know how much work he does and when he's relaxed, you're relaxed.

A small whine escapes from his mouth into yours, a sign that says he needs air but doesn't want to pull away, he never wants to pull away, so you do what you always do and pull away first but not too far, Chan doesn't like you being too far away.

The both of you pant, taking small gasps of air that you both can feel blow on your lips as you catch your breath. "D-Do you...Like me...wearing them?" He asks with a small voice between gasps of air. "Do I ever." You replied with the same tone, hands sliding out from under his shirt to behind him, squatting down slightly as you grip his thighs below his ass before picking him up effortlessly, a small protest with a yelp comes from Chan before he settles with his legs around your waist and arms holding a bit tighter around your neck as your hands settle on his ass.

"I might just get you more, Hyung." Chan blushes, hiding his burning face in your neck like he always does when he realizes just how pliant he gets from his dongsaeng, his group member, but most importantly his boyfriend.

You carry him over to the bed, carefully, albeit a little roughly, putting him on the bed. The shirt riding up slightly and Chan goes to fix it before you grab his hands and move to lightly pin them next to his head, eyes once again trailing along his hips, looking at sight of the bands next to his v-line and repeatedly trailing the straps down to his waistband a couple times before bringing your gaze back to his eyes that have started to glaze over with anticipation and excitement.

You lean down, kissing him again before forcing your tongue between his plush red lips, he immediately opens them, and swiping your tongue over his before pulling back, his eyes now glazed with need and desire for more as you smile, one hand untangling from his to bring it up and lift his chin slightly with your pointer finger while your thumb rubs his red, spit covered, plush bottom lip.

"Don't worry, Hyung, I'll treat you with more if you like them so much. At the moment, let your dongsaeng treat you to something else." You smirk when he whines, head softly falling back as his body fully relaxed, his body at your mercy as you lean back down, relinking your hand with his as you kiss him again and your tongue tangles with his and claims it as yours.

Did...Did I just write a suggestive drabble? With a coherent plot? that also kinda turned me on again too? I kinda also want to do scenarios of how reader reacts to the other members but that might be too much for me.

I'm really proud of this. I'm also trying to get into writing for you, the reader, more often cause my character inserts aren't getting much love and I have an experimental theory that Male readers are a more popular read than character inserts. That's my own theory though.

What's a bit funny is that I thought of this while rereading @moonlightndaydreams Skz Family fic 😂 kind of unrelated but it's put me in a sort of mood that has me wanting to finish "More than Group Mates"

I'm sorry my first series ever hasn't been updated much, haven't really been in the mood to write smut or anything at all. I guess if I just type out my thoughts, the actions and scenes and what's happening come to me and my writers block is gone.

Anyway, I hope you like this. I do.

Okay bye. ✌🏼

Christmas Miracle

The snow softly tumbled from the inky sky, dressing Seoul in a delicate blanket of white. Mn pulled his coat tighter around him as the cold nipped at his cheeks, his breath visible in the frigid air. The convenience store, glowing warmly a few blocks away, promised a refuge from the biting wind and the promise of snacks.

His mind was a whirlwind of clients and his upcoming convention, but the thought of indulging in some comfort food and a quiet night away from his responsibilities gave him a sense of peace. Just as he quickened his pace, eager for the warmth that awaited, a slick patch of ice maliciously hidden beneath the fresh snow caught him off guard. His feet slid from under him, and with a sharp intake of breath, he tumbled backwards, his hands instinctively reaching out to break his fall.

The impact against the cold, hard ground sent a jolt of pain up his arms and behind, and he grimaced, his hands stinging from the cold and the force of catching himself. That's when he heard it—a voice, soft and concerned.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Mn wasn't expecting anyone to notice his fall, and he certainly wasn't expecting the face that came into view as he looked up. His eyes widened as he recognized the familiar features, the same ones he saw every time he looked in the mirror, just a bit younger.

"Innie?" Mn's voice was a mix of confusion and disbelief.

Jeongin's eyes mirrored the same shock, his breath forming clouds in the cold air as he reached down to help Mn up. "Hyung? What are you doing here?"

Once on his feet, Mn found himself quickly pulled into a tight embrace, the kind that can only come from years of brotherhood, the youngers grip tight around Mn's waist tight. Mn returned the hug just as tight, the familiarity of his brother's presence suddenly making the Seoul night not so cold.

"I'm here for work," Mn managed to say, his voice muffled against Jeongin's coat. "Client wants me to paint for their daughter's wedding and there's an art convention that invited me to show my work."

Jeongin pulled back slightly, his face beaming with pride. "I didn't know you started traveling. That's amazing, N/n!"

The street around them felt deserted, the world narrowed down to just the two of them in their unexpected reunion. Mn's grip around Jeongin's shoulders didn't loosen; if anything, it tightened as he saw a look of guilt take over the younger males face.

"I'm sorry I couldn't make it back for Christmas this year, N/n."

Mn shook his head, a smile breaking through his surprised expression. "Don't worry about it, Innie, you had your reasons. Bumping into you here... it's like a Christmas miracle. I wouldn't have been at home anyway if you did go home."

Jeongin's eyes softened, and he looked at his older brother with a mixture of relief and affection. "You shouldn't be alone on Christmas. Come to the dorm with me. The guys would love to see you."

Mn's heart swelled at the invitation. Without hesitation, he pulled Jeongin into a tight hug, his right arm wrapping around the ravenette's shoulder as his left tightened around his lower back, burying his face in the crook of Jeongin's neck, more like in his scarf, and swaying them slightly, hugging the boy with all the pent-up homesickness and love that had been building inside him since he'd left Busan.

"Thank you, Innie. I couldn't ask for a better holiday."

They stood there in the middle of the sidewalk, two brothers holding onto each other, the cold night air no match for the warmth of their reunion. Mn finally pulled away, his hands resting on Jeongin's shoulder and side as he gave him a reassuring smile. "Let's get out of the cold, yeah? And maybe get some more feeling back into my hands."

Jeongin nodded, his own smile spreading across his face as he giggles. "Come on, Hyung. The boys are gonna be so happy..."

They walked side by side, making their way through the snow-filled streets as Jeongin went on about what they were planning to do for the holidays. The convenience store was forgotten, its warm glow left behind as they headed towards the second place Jeongin called home. The crunch of their footsteps on the snow was a gentle rhythm in the quiet night.

As they approached the dorm building, Mn threw an arm around Jeongin's Shoulders, a protective gesture that reminded Jeongin of their childhood as he wraps an arm around Mn's middle and stepped further into Mn's side. "The guys are going to be surprised," Jeongin chuckled. "I didn't even know you left Busan, that you left home. Eomma didn't say anything and I assumed you were too busy to reply to me."

"I wanted to tell you," Mn admitted, "but I also wanted to surprise you, try to find you and then show up. Was gonna message Chan after I went back to my hotel so I could do that. Guess we both got our surprise, huh?"

Jeongin's laughter was a sound that Mn didn't realize he'd missed so much. "The best kind of surprise."

They entered the dorm building, the warmth inside immediately enveloping them. The sound of laughter and music trickled from the door at the end of the hall. Jeongin pushed it open when they made their way down the hall, and the noise spilled out louder. Seven faces turned towards them, a mix of surprise and happiness on each one.

"Guys!" Jeongin announced with a wide grin. "Guess who I ran into!"

One by one, the members of Stray Kids approached, offering handshakes and hugs, their welcome genuine and warm. Mn was swept into the camaraderie as if he'd always been a part of it. The cold night outside was now a distant memory, replaced by the laughter and warmth of his honorary brothers.

As the night wore on, Mn found himself surrounded by stories, music, and the kind of joy that only comes from being with people who care. Jeongin stayed close, always making sure Mn was included, his eyes occasionally meeting Mn's with a silent understanding that no distance or time apart could ever break the bond they shared.

As they settled down later, Mn found a quiet moment to lean over to Jeongin. "This really is the best Christmas present, Innie. Thank you."

Jeongin just smiled, shuffling over to Mn and almost throwing himself into his brothers side, cuddling up to his brother and resting his head on Mn's shoulder as the older wrapped his arms around him in return "Having you here is the best present I could ask for, Mn. Merry Christmas, hyung."

And in that small dorm, surrounded by his brother and friends, Mn now realizes that he won't be alone for Christmas like he thought he would be. Even if he reached out to his brother he thought he'd be too busy. The homesickness that had gnawed at him was gone, chased away by the warmth of an unexpected Christmas miracle.

"Merry Christmas, Innie."

Venting…and escaping…

TW: Mentions of D34th, Mentions of jumping but no one jumps

The room was silent besides the fan in the corner of the room. A figure lays curled up on the mattress in the middle of the room underneath sheets and a comforter.

They stare at the moon light the trickles into the room from the curtain they made no move to close as it billows when the fan oscillates towards it. He’s drained, he’s tired, he’s in pain both physically and mentally as he hides. He hides from the commotion that’s muffled behind his locked door, it’s people he’d trust with his life and yet here he is hiding away.

If it wasn’t for his loved ones blocking the door, he’d have gone up to the buildings roof already but he’s trapped. He doesn’t want to confront them, doesn’t want the help but he knows he needs the help but doesn’t want to be a bother.

He heard shuffling and a small thud with a click. Slowly rolling onto his back he doesn’t see the shadow under his door, doesn’t hear yelling for him to let the help in, doesn’t hear a single peep. He knows his friends are worried but he can’t help but feel he doesn’t need help.

With slow movements, a voice and invisible force willing him to go back under the covers but he needs to see. Is this his chance? Can he leave? With slow movements, he’s at his door, unlocking it and peeking out. The hall light remains on but the rest of his home is dark, did they leave? He steps out, shuffling slowly to the living room to see no one then over to the kitchen to see a note.

If you see this, Kai, we’ve gone to the studio. When you’re ready, you can join us to record your lines. We won’t ask what’s wrong, you needed a moment and we understand.

-F

He knew who F was, they were the one to sit at his door. He flipped the note over, picking up the pen next to it to write his own letter.

I’m sorry I’m such a burden. I’m sorry I’m always distancing myself. I’m sorry that you all have to deal with me and my episodes, it doesn’t seem fair. You’re the best brothers I could’ve asked for and I won’t regret it.

-K

He would never harm himself, he doesn’t like the thought of death, he doesn’t like the thought of leaving people that love him in pain if he ever wanted to leave the world. He just needed a breather but didn’t know when they’d be back so he wanted to leave a note, it wasn’t till later how bad it could’ve been misread.

He slipped on his shoes, grabbing his keys and leaving his home for the building roof after locking the door. His steps echoed in his head and the echo of the staircase to the roof seemed twice as loud. His thin flannel pants and baggy hoodie barely concealing his body from the chilly night of Seoul.

He pulled his arms around himself, walking over to the edge and sitting down, his legs dangerously hanging over the side of the build his dorm resided in. The hoodie helped a little bit, the smell of familiar cologne still lingering. It wasn’t his hoodie, but one of his friends hoodies.

He looked up from his legs and around the view of Seoul, the street lights blinding him and making his head throb more, everything sensitive to him from being in a dark room all day.

His eyes jumped from building to building, and from car to car as they passed on the street. He left his phone behind, he doesn’t know how long it’s been. Five minutes? One hour? It wasn’t until he looked away from the sky and down to the ground that he saw a familiar black van with people getting out then suddenly he heard a scream. Looking over he saw a woman pointing at him and everyone else around her started looking up as well, including the individuals that were getting out of the vans below him.

He panicked.

No

No

No

this isn’t want he wanted.

His breathing picked up, gaining enough will to swing his legs back over the edge and step away.

No

No

No

What has he done? He just wanted some air, he didn’t want to be noticed. He’s not supposed to be noticed. Now the people below him think he’s gonna jump. The boys saw him too.

The boys

Shit, what is he gonna do? How can he get out of this? Can he get out of this?

His chest tightens, a boulder of a crane crushing him as his breathing picks up. Then there’s a thud and the squeaking of the exit door, he turns around, eyes filled with tears as he grabs his own hair and clenched his fist in the strands.

“Kai…” “Don’t! I’m not going to! I didn’t mean to be seen! I didn’t mean to cause this!” “Kai, It’s okay.” “No it’s not! W-What if they find out who I am?! How are people going to react when- When they realize an idol was on the edge of a building?! I just wanted some air, I wasn’t going to jump, I just wanted a breather. I just wanted a breather until I saw you guys come home. I saw the van but then that lady screamed and now I’m afraid…” “Kai, come here, it’s okay…”

“Chan, I don’t want to get in trouble…” “You won’t, Kai, come here…” He stepped forward, his arms open slightly. “I’m fine, Chan…” “Kai, you just said you were afraid.” “I don’t…I don’t need you guys worrying over my anxiety and my mentality though…” “Kai, you spent all day in bed without any reason or explanation as to why. All you did was push us away.” “I don’t deserve help, Chan.” “Yes you do. You can’t do everything on your own, Kai, we can help you. You help all of us so please let us help you. Please…”

The stood arms length apart, Kai needed his leader but didn’t want to admit it. He didn’t deserve help…but in the end he knew he needed it.

He stepped forward, crashing into Chan’s chest and wrapping his arms around him as he cried. Chan wrapped his arms around him tightly and shushed him softly, rubbing his back and scratching his head while playing with his hair. “I’ve got you, Kai.” He whispered as he buried his face in Kai’s shoulder.

“I’ve got you.”

Yo, sorry for the theme change but I started to not like the Hub look 😅

This is for @thatcucumberwhore who thought an Innie version of my Chanlix thong reaction would be hot so here it be, I got chyu , it might be bad but I got chyu 🩵

Agi Yeou | 아기 여우 | Baby Fox ☺️

"Agi Yeou~ So cute~" You teased the younger, poking his cheek as he tried to push you away but you just got closer.

This back and forth kept happening for awhile until, for Jeongin's sake, you were pulled away by a member of staff calling for you.

It's not that he doesn't like your affection. He loves it, actually, but sometimes he'd like to be seen as an adult, grown man, in front the cameras and as much as he can in front of the members, they're just as bad but they do see him as grown, and you respect that but how could you not tease him and whatnot when you know a little secret of his, that secret being that he's only baby with you, alone, in the cover of night usually.

With the moon being the only source of light, that's when you call him Agi Yeou, Your Agi Yeou, Your Baby fox.

He was grateful you got pulled away, his ears tinged red slightly as he was teased for his nickname, your nickname that the other members have picked up and started using as teasing material, the name that triggers flashbacks and Jeongin can't help but keep his head down as the laces of his boots suddenly became really interesting rather then facing Hyunjin and Minho cooing at him with light giggles.

He stood up, trying to not make it obvious that he was just trying to escape the situation, and walked across the dressing room to distract himself with the drink fridge, succeeding when his thoughts strayed from yours and his nightly endeavors to wether or not he should get you a drink as well and deciding which one.

Someone stepped up next to him and he didn't pay any attention until an arm wrapped around his waist and pulled him closer. He looked up slightly, you were still looking at the drink options as if the grip you were applying to his hip didn't exist as you held him close. "Can I help you, Hyung?" "Nope." You said popping the 'p' while still looking at the drinks. You weren't, really, just acting as your fingers were slowly making their way under his shirt until your hand rested on his waist when the side of your hand caught something and your breath hitched.

Jeongin saw, confused until his brain kickstarted and he remembered what he was wearing. Goosebumps rose on his arms as your light touch moved back down until he could feel two fingers slide under the band and he could feel a small movement which was your thumb analyzing the material of the band.

"Jeongin-ah?" Jeongin looked down at his shoes, his hands still fidgeting in front of him from when he was looking over the fridge and he grew nervous. "IN-ah?" He still stayed quiet, not really knowing what to say until thankfully, Felix came over with a camera, filming for Skz-talker. You reluctantly pulled away with a soft grunt and turned to Felix as Jeongin stepped away and walked away to leave the room, telling Chan who asked where he was rushing off to that he was using the restroom before they went on stage.

The entire ceremony. That's how long you had to wait.

He was avoiding you, even while performing he wouldn't make eye contact with you during you twos center stage moment, he didn't complete your heart when you two stood in front of each other. It made you sad but also a little annoyed, why wouldn't he just talk to you? Did he think you were put off by what he was wearing? If you judged the fabric correctly, it was a thong. You wanted to see it, needed to see it now that you have a vague picture of what it could look like.

After getting off stage, taking mic packs off and chugging water, Jeongin declared that he was going to the bathroom again and after waiting a few minutes, you said the same thing, taking long strides so you could get to the bathroom as soon as possible.

Pushing the door open, you're met with Jeongin reaching for the door. You side step into the bathroom, your hand placed on his collar at the base of his neck as you push the door closed the rest of the way and pin the younger to the wall. The air knocked out of Jeongin at the roughness and speed of it all as he looks up into your bright green contacted eyes. "Hyung-" "Shut up." A squeak left him at the harsh tone as he shut his mouth, hands splayed on the wall behind him shaking as he resisted looking away from your gaze.

"Why are you avoiding me?" "I wasn't-" "Yes, you were, don't lie Agi Yeou, remember the last time you lied to me? Now, Why were you avoiding me?"

"I-I...I was afraid..." "Afraid of what?" "Y-You...I-It sounded like y-you didn't like what you found earlier and I-I thought you were disgusted." So you were right.

"What exactly was it that I found, huh?" You asked, keeping your right hand on his collar and moving the other to the wall next to his head. He looked away, a little embarrassed but not because he's cornered and being interrogated, because he's growing warm trapped between you and the wall, your hand inches away from choking him and the faint feeling of your leg near his crotch.

"Agi, What exactly did I find?" He whines, still not looking at you. "Jeongin, you don't tell me, I'll leave you high and dry." You snapped slightly and he broke, he can't handle being left, it sucks, he feels empty and he can't even solve it himself since you've been with him for half as long as Stray Kids has been together and he can't seem to cum on his own.

He mumbles, not wanting to say it aloud but your warmth starts to fade from him and he panics. "A thong! Th-The straps of th-the thong is what you felt..." He whines, squirming in his spot on the wall as you smirk.

Your hands move to his hips and he whines at the loss of your hand near you neck before jumping when you started undoing his belt and unbuttoning his pants in order to untuck his top and finally see the straps on his hips more clearly, the flaps of his pants folded out and slightly revealing his growing bulge.

"H-Hyung~ please do something~" Jeongin whines as you just stare, sliding your fingers over the bands before gripping his hips, looking back up and crashing your lips onto his and immediately biting his bottom lip before sliding it past his lips and claiming his mouth.

You swallow his moans and whines, taking a step forward and pushing him further into the wall. Nothing mattered, not even the current group's muffled song outside the bathroom, all that mattered was your Agi Yeou and possibly your quietest quickie yet.

Let's not talk about Chan going to find you two after it being quite some time and immediately turning back around before his hand even touched the door.

I might actually do a full fic on this since I was about to go into full blown fic mode when I was just doing a one shot but be on the lookout, I'm definitely writing this one as a full smut fic.

I hope this is suitable, I realized I made Jeongin possibly really subby and I'm sorry but I'm in my Jeongin zone and it got away from me 😅

Not sure if people would want a Trauma fic but I have one started. it's my first full reaction post like this and so far I'm happy with it.

lmk if I should post it.

(Missing tags cause I tag as I write): Angst, mention of 🩸, small injuries [only in Chan's so far], "Flashbacks"

Flashbacks as in I described the scenario the phrase the boys yelled came from. Like in Chan's, he says "Who are you to tell me to stop?" which is the same phrase that was uttered by his father when Mn tried to stick up for his siblings when they were getting yelled at.

If it's too much, I won't post it or I'll make it less intense.

This but a Felix version that's been on my brain for a day now.

Tags: Shy Felix, Nicknames (Jagi, Starlight, darling), Felix being self conscious?

You've been lounging on the couch for awhile, one leg off the couch and the other bent, an arm hanging off the couch and the other above your head on the arm rest, staring at the ceiling, looking bored as hell to be honest.

Schedules finally ended and you told the boys you were gonna go to sleep and yet here you are, a few hours later, not sleeping. It was only thirty after midnight but you knew you had to go to sleep or you won't be a happy camper tomorrow.

Oh, why are on the uncomfortable couch instead of your room? You didn't want your tossing and turning to disturb Felix, he'd already been woken up by them, groggily asking with his deep, sleep riddled voice if you are okay and you just answered a simple 'yeah' as you got up, escaping to go to the bathroom but instead escaping to the living room so he wasn't disturbed anymore.

One of the reasons you couldn't sleep was too much on your mind, current choreography, places your going tomorrow, what you're doing tomorrow, everything. The other was an anxious gnawing feeling when you went to tease Felix before bed and he pushed you away. Did you say or do something wrong? When he pushed your hand away from his waistband and hip it felt like a small pang in your heart, he rejected your touch and for someone as affectionate as Felix, it's a little worrying.

A light door creak snapped you out of your daze at the dark ceiling and you look up, listening to the footsteps, trying to gauge wether or not it was one of the boys going to the bathroom or coming out to go to the kitchen.

In the darkness you see a slight silhouette walk over to you and when it comes closer you see it's Felix. "Lix, what's wrong?" You sat up, hands instinctively reaching out to rest on his thighs as he stands in front of you but they drop back down, remembering the last time you tired to touch him.

He stays quiet, fidgeting in his spot between your knees. "Lixie? What's wrong, jagi?" Your hands fidget before moving up, hesitantly placing themselves on his thighs as you continue to look up at him, waiting for him to answer. Your thumb rubs small circles into the material of your larger shirt he's wearing, it's big on him but barely makes it past his hips so the hem is at his upper thigh.

Without answering, he steps forward, placing his hands on your shoulders before lifting his legs to straddle you. You scoot back a bit, a little taken back by the action but at the same time welcoming it. Placing your hands on his waist you feel him relax into you, a contrast to him pushing you away earlier.

Your hand slide down his waist gently as his hands move off your shoulders and his arms wrap around your neck. He doesn't say anything, he doesn't want to say anything, your hands are so close but they don't move further.

He pushed you away cause he wasn't ready. He bought them secretly a while ago but just now had the courage to wear them. Under your shirt, the Loverboy underwear he wore almost burned his skin. He was comfortable but he wasn't ready for you to see him in something different than boxers and what better time than one in the morning, in the dark, by themselves.

You ask him what's wrong again and he still doesn't have the guts to say anything so he moves in a way that looks like an adjustment but almost falling off your lap which makes your hands protectively move to his hip and waist to balance him when you feel something unfamiliar under your right hand.

Felix settles himself as your eyes widen slightly and your other hand moves to his other hip before both move to his thighs. "Can I?" You ask softly and he nods before remembering that you guys are in the dark and whispering a small "Yes."

With the little amount you can see in the dark, you look down as your hands push the shirt out of the way to uncover his lower half to see the thong, straps pulled up further than normal and you'd be a lair if you said he didn't look good in it.

"Lix...why didn't you show me sooner?" You look back up, seeing more of his features in the dark. "I honestly thought you wouldn't like them..." He said. "I didn't...mean to push you away..." Then it clicks. "You were wearing these when I was teasing you." "Yeah...I still didn't feel comfortable at that time so I pushed you way. I should've just told you then."

He still has some sleep in his voice but honestly that made his accent more adorable as his words slurred slightly. "Lix..." You mumble softly and you see him look up, taking a hand from his bunched shirt to lift it to his face and cup his cheek, feeling him lean into it. "I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable, darling. I didn't mean to." Your own accent seemed to relax him as he leaned his forehead onto yours. "I think you look even more sexy, to be honest. It looks so good on you."

You lean back to capture his lips with yours, immediately pulling him closer by his thigh when you moved your hand and gently tilting your head to the right to deepen the kiss, his body relaxing instantly.

Your hand tails back under the shirt, fingers sliding under the material of the waistband and gripping his hips to pull him impossibly closer. You went to tease his bottom lip when he suddenly pulled back, hiding his face in your neck with a whine. "Lixie?" "I'm too tired." He mumbles simply which confuses you until he wiggles in his spot and his semi met your crotch and you huff a light laugh. "Aw, starlight, it's okay." You encourage him, guiding his hips to have him grind into you. "W-wait-" His words contradict his actions as he moves on his own while you kiss his neck.

"Can I take care of you?" Felix whines before nodding his head against your shoulder. You move to lay him on the couch and hover over him. You slide his shirt up, hooking a finger into the front of the underwear and sliding to the hip to snap the band slightly, Felix jolting slightly as you look back up to his eyes.

You lean down, giving him a quick kiss which has him trailing after you and you smile. "You're so pretty, Starlight."

I'm sorry if this is bad. I only had one part thought of so I built this off of a small light thought I had.

Haven't decided if I wanted to do the others and If I did, the next one I sort of have thought out for is Hyunjin.