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. ✌🏼

Was gonna do it anyway but now I gotta come up with the situation 😅 The one thing I struggle with when starting new fics

T!Jeongin x B!Felix x T!Reader?

Thoughts? Opinions? I'm in the mood to write Top Jeongin but don't know if people would like it ㅜㅡㅜ

I don’t write cheat fics but @moonlightndaydreams series with Skz family got me thinking and I’m kinda mad at myself but only cause I told myself I wouldn’t write cheating fics.

There’s my story with Kai as Hyuna’s brother taking care of the kids but like I got to thinking and I have a plot but like it feels wrong but I also love it.

Hyuna’s brother Kai….and Aunty Lina…and the subtitle of the idea is that…would it be spoilers if I have a hunch on how Moonlight’s fic will proceed…? I just don’t want to potentially steal someone else’s plot…i guess 😓 I don’t know how to word it…

Anyway, Chose Aunty Lina because omg that character just looks so good and more fics need to be written with her wether it’s Male reader or female reader or whatever I just need my fill of Aunty Lina 😩

but what would y’all’s thoughts be if I wrote a cheat fic? Considering that I don’t do it often cause cheating is wrong and stupid, I might do it as a rare occurrence whatever to call it.

I’m just…😮‍💨 I want to write more for Lina and all i got is this cheat fic idea so along with thoughts for this idea could you also suggest other things? I’m trying to get my ask box working for requests but my messages are always open.

*Casually reading one of my drafts and not really thinking about it*

*Stops reading mid smut*

"Wait a minute...I wrote this?"

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.

The start of this starts off a little weirdly but as I wrote it, I got more into the flow of it.

This is inspired by Han at the TMA cause oh my god that outfit he wore was just 🥵 I can’t, he’s just- inexplainable, I hope it makes sense.

Kai’s sanity was slowly diminishing the longer he glanced and stared at the other male.

He’s gotta remember to thank the stylists after this.

His grip on Minho’s shoulder, resting there originally just to have a hand on a member as they gave speeches, got tighter without him realizing. A sneaky slap to Kai’s stomach almost snaps him out of his daze which he thought was just looking over the audience but it was actually on the young rapper.

“Kai.” Minho mutters and nudged him again which got him to look over at him and release his hold. “Sorry.” He mutters as he rubbed the area he was gripping. “You okay?” He asks, trying to not look obvious as he checked the other. “Y-yeah, I will be.” “What’s wrong?” “Nothing to be discussed at the moment.” Minho nods and goes back to looking at the other members.

Afterwards, even after the TMA, they were getting ready to change when Chan spoke up, asking if the stylists and staff could leave for a moment for, what he said, members talk.

“Chan, what did you want to talk about?” “Oh, nothing.” “Then why did you send everyone out?” Kai had a suspicion of why he sent them out, his hand practically twitching at his sides, waiting to move.

“Go ahead.” “Uh…” “I’m not dumb, Kai. Minho isn’t the only one that saw your staring.” Kai’s eyes widen as it felt like his heart beat picked up. “Really?” “Yeah.”

Kai was out of his makeup chair and over to Jisung on the couch immediately, who was once sitting and slouching against the couch was now pushed onto his back with lips crashing into his.

Minho, who was sitting on the other end, laughed at Kai’s eagerness, abnormally calm as his leg was subjected to being Han’s pillow.

Kai’s left hand moved to the crook of Han’s knee to bend the joint before he pulled his own knee to be underneath it to be closer but to support himself from laying on the younger completely.

Dragging his hand from his knee, up his thigh, and to his waist, he slips his left hand under the cutouts at his hips while two fingers slide under his waistband, trying to pull Han closer as he arches further into Kai’s hold. Kai’s right arm had slid under his arched back, holding him close. The older male hums softly as he forces his tongue through Han’s lips to slowly lick into his mouth, the way Han always likes it. He likes rough kisses but slow make outs had him turning to putty.

Kai was surprisingly resisting the urge to go further, settling for just kissing him and touching. Han has relaxed from the initial shock, tilting his head with Kai as his right hand rests on Kai’s shoulder and his left on the back of his neck.

“How long will they go?” “Who knows, Kai almost looked hungry on stage.” Minho replied to Changbin. “You good there?” Chan said with amusement in his tone as he looked at Minho’s situation. “I’m fine.”

Jisung weakly tried to push Kai away but all his strength had left him when Kai’s tongue tangled with his. He whines, dropping his right hand from Kai’s shoulder to slap Minho’s knee. The dancer looks up from his phone, watching as Jisung tried to push Kai again before he moved his hand to the back of Kai’s head, tangling his finger into the blond locks on the back of his head. Kai groans at the feeling before he yelps when his hair is being pulled and he’s being separated from the young rapper.

Han leans his head further back onto Minho’s thigh while he catches his breath. Looking back up, Kai is twisted slightly, leaning on his right arm as his left hand holds himself up next to Han’s hip. “Ow, Hyung, that hurts.” Kai complains as he adjusts all his weight onto his arm to bring his left hand up to the hand pulling his hair.

“He was trying to push you off and you weren’t moving, had to do something.” Kai pouts as he drops his hand. “What’s that face for?” Minho asked with a smile. “Ow…” Kai mutters quietly making the other snicker and loosen his grip to scratch the sore area.

Han then stutters underneath them. “W-What did I d-do to g-get that?” “You didn’t do anything, it was this outfit.” “O-Oh, too much?” “Not at all.” Kai was gonna lean down again to kiss him but Minho held him back. “Min!” He whines before the hand leaves his head and he falls into Han’s neck, leaving small kisses along the side.

“Kai, we do need to bring staff back in here at some point.” The blond whines, rolling onto his side and bringing Jisung with him, going from making out to just holding him. “But Channie-hyung~” “Kai, we can’t be here forever.” He grumbles, settling his head into Minho’s thigh as he pulls Han to lay on his bicep next to the dancers leg. “Fine.”

Chan brought the staff back in, a few smiling at Kai and Jisung on the couch. Kai held Jisung tightly but not so much he couldn’t get up when his name was to be called but for now, Jisung buried his burning face into Kai’s chest and wrapped his arms around him. Minho stayed as Kai’s pillow until he was called, scrolling on his phone with one hand while the other played with Kai’s hair.

He was able to hold himself back this long, he’s not sure if he’ll be able to hold himself off when they get home.

Should i try to make a part 2?

Anyway,,,

I just couldn’t resist. This outfit is deadly and it just drove me nuts.