#jaebum grabbing jackson butt

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ⓒ jiaermark

[ahgaseda]

imagine got7 as dads with daughters

↳ mark: him and his daughter are like velcro. he takes her everywhere with him. she has to be in his arms at all times. if anyone asks to hold her he straight up deadpans a no and keeps walking. they gonna have one of those relationships that whenever hes holding her and someone reaches out shes gonna grab her daddy and be like nope do not want. he constantly tells her shes beautiful because he doesnt want her to ever feel insecure or let any boy sweet talk her. so whenever his daughter gets complimented shes like yeah i know and mark just smiles cause he knows he did a good job.

↳ jaebum: if his baby girl makes even the slightest sound of discomfort hes wide awake and ready to square up. she is the sun and moon and everything in between to him. absolutely hovers around her constantly like a personal bodyguard. doesnt get a full nights sleep until shes like thirty. the two of them have a strong bond but hes totally whipped for her. yep hes wrapped around her little finger and she can get him to do anything. rarely will he discipline her because after six boys shes a walk in the park to him. the two of them will butt heads later in life but she will always win by default.

↳ jackson: congratulations you are no longer the love of his life she is lol. oh my god he loves her so much. there will be many nights you catch him sleeping next to her crib or just watching her sleep and crying his eyes out. shes perfection incarnate and his heart cant take it. he loves spending every waking moment with her. he wants to be her best friend and the person she relies on most of all. they talk about everything and he always treats her like shes the most genius person in the room. he will discipline her when needed but it wounds him. however he prioritizes teaching her to be humble and kind.

↳ jinyoung: the absolute worst. especially with a newborn. anyone who is permitted to hold his daughter will get to do so for ten seconds or less before hes swooping in and taking her back. excuse you i made this shes mine back away slowly. the only exception to this would be his mother and you obviously. as his daughter grows he will get better about it but she is first and foremost his precious baby and there will be hell to pay for anyone who so much as gives her a sideways glance. he will be such a soft but fair parent though that as she gets older she wont be afraid to talk to him about literally anything.

↳ youngjae: hes actually a really good balance of protective and chill. she is his little buddy and is on his mind at all times. the two of them make funny faces at each other and laugh at every little thing together. she develops his sense of humor and his low tolerance for nonsense. he rarely disciplines her because she hardly misbehaves. she is so freaking close to him that disappointing him is her biggest fear. he supports her dreams and will move heaven and earth to make her smile when shes sad. she cant pull the wool over his eyes though. hes fully capable of putting his foot down if she tries to challenge him.

↳ bambam: his daughter is downright spoiled. he just cant help himself. bam works to the bone to make sure his loved ones can live in luxury and shes no exception. the child will grow up thinking shes an actual princess. but it comes as no surprise that any bratty behavior will be corrected. bam has been through too much and has too big a heart to allow his daughter to act like a stinker. since he wears his emotions on his sleeve and always wants to have a precious relationship with her she will have nothing but respect for him. she will be one of those kids that if anyone says anything about her dad shes throwing hands.

↳ yugyeom: she owns him. and hes terrified of her. from the moment he held that little baby in his hands he realized that this tiny human is his to love and protect forever. even as she grows he will always think of her as that helpless little bundle. if she cries hes devastated. if shes happy his world is at peace. when she laughs flowers grow. when shes angry he has heart palpitations. tbh early on you will be hard pressed to get either of them out of the house. its too dangerous out there he says. hes so overprotective its hilarious. oh and if she wants something and you say no you can bet your ass he will get it for her.

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GOT7 Reaction to You Wanting Spanked

~ A/N - Hey guys, it’s Ally! This will probably be the last post from me until like.. Thursday next week or so. I have some big tests coming up next week before I go on spring break the week after. So I’ll make up for it then. Anyway, enjoy!! 

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JB / Jaebum : Jaebum is a dom for sure, so when you asked he wouldn’t say no. He’s always wanted to try it, but just never asked. He would take absolute pleasure in watching your cry out in a mix of pain and bliss. 

Mark : The both of you had been looking for something to spice up the bedroom, and when you brought this up to Mark, he would be willing to try it. He would be hesitant at first cause he doesn’t want to hurt you, but after seeing you writhe with pleasure he would get pretty into it. 

Jackson : Jackson is a butt guy, fight me. He already had a habit of grabbing you butt. He would be pretty excited when you told him you wanted to try spanking. It turned him on and he would lick his lips with a smirk plastered on his face. He’s pretty dom too, so your butt’s gonna be red in the morning, fair warning. 

Jinyoung : I feel like Jinyoung would be the most into spanking, which doesn’t surprise me. He just gives off those “gentleman in the streets but a freak in the sheets” yeah, i said it. I feel like he’s pretty experimental in the bedroom. He loves trying out new things for pleasure. 

Youngjae : Youngjae would be kinda shy about it at first. Like Mark, he would be scared of hurting you, but because you want to try it, he’ll give it a go. After a few times he would start to like it. I also think he would still be shy to ask you if he could do it again in the future. 

BamBam / Kunpimook :  I just have a feeling that BamBam is a butt guy, like idk I just get that vibe from him. And he loves your butt. When you asked, his eyes filled with lust and he dragged you to the bedroom. I have a feeling that spanking will be a frequent activity in the bedroom.

Yugyeom : Yugyeom is always pulling something on you. He would tease you about if for a bit, but that doesn’t mean he’s not into it. He just loves to annoy you, it’s his way of affection. I also feel like he would tease you in the bedroom with this. He won’t spank you until you’re practically begging. 

[bonatosca]

Airplane Part 2

Got7 X BTS X Reader

Word count: 2690

Warnings: just read and you will know it - It’s smutt ok.

“Come home safely again after you graduate ok honey?” My mom said while hugging me. “Yes mom, but please could you let go of me, I need to get my flight back, otherwise I won’t be on the plane back home” I gave her one last hug before I grabbed my bags and walked towards my gate.

This time as well I had my private flight, not knowing if Hoseok is taking the flight as well. The security checks my belongings and let me go to the plane. I walk upwards hearing lots of noise coming from the plane and hearing a familiar voice. As I step inside I find myself in a full plane with chaos all around.

“Y/n! I didn’t know you would get back to The Netherlands today as well? We need to get on tour soon” Hoseok says while walking towards me between the chaos. “Well didn’t knew that haha, but ah yes we are not alone and.. wait? Why is Jungkook sitting on Yoongi’s head?”

“Gotcha Yoongi-hyung!” Jungkook says half screaming half laughing. “Jeon Jungkook! You are gonna suffocate him! Get off him!” Jin yells. “Ah yes so are you gonna introduce me to your crackhead friends already? They seem like a chaotic mess, Namjoon is not having it i see” I pointed at Namjoon sitting in the back facepalming himself.

“Ah yes euhm I don’t know how, but let’s go to Namjoon first, maybe they will notice you by then” I walk towards the end of the plane with Hoseok to go to Namjoon and introduce myself. “Sorry for the guys Y/n, but pleased to meet you, and I must warn you, there will be seven more crackheads here. Got7 is going to come with us also” I almost dropped my phone on hearing that one.

“Wait did you say Got7? As in, Mark, Jinyoung, Jaebum, Youngjae, BamBam, Jackson and Yugyeom?!” My mouth now die open. “Guess you like them huh? They are pretty fun to work with and are great friends of us so we good but it would get loud in here” Namjoon says while taking out his Samsung phone, trying to open it he breaks it in two.

“Hyung.. This is the second one you have broken already you really need to get back to a non flip phone man” Namjoon just looks at his broken phone like he gave up on just everything in his life. “Well shit..” he says.

“AYO WASSUP GOT7 IN DA HOUSE” Jackson comes in shouting “Wait who is that? Who are you? I’m Jackson and well yess this is the rest of Got7, you know us or not? If You know us please tell me I am your favourite, please pick me and not Mark or the others” I just stood there in shock, just like Namjoon was looking at his broken phone. “Jackson, I think you scared her, move” Jinyoung said and patted me softly on my head. “So I am Jinyoung, and sorry for this guy here, he did scare you didn’t he?” I just nodded, still with my mouth wide open. “Ah she is a fan of yours I guess, she looked at us the same way when Namjoon mentioned you guys so yeah” Hoseok says.

“I NEED TO GO TO THE BATHROOM, GET OUT OF MY WAY, NEED TO TAKE A PISS MAN” Bambam almosts knocks everyone over and gets me out of my trance. “Ah euh yeah what Hoseok said” I pinched my arm to look if this was all a dream or not. “Auch!” Jungkook looks up at my scream, “Wait who is that girl hyung? Do you know her?” Jungkook walks up towards us, then the others one by one at the time. The maknae line of both groups wanting to get to know me even more than the others, well Jackson does tho but yes the others are annoyed especially Jinyoung. “Could you guys cut it out? You are probably bothering her sjeez” “Thank you Jinyoung, but they actually aren’t, it’s sweet of you to think of me” I smiled and looked at him, he just gives a small nod back.

“So you study in the Netherlands huh?” “What do you do?” “Where do you go to?” They all gave me questions, one by one but also at the same time, not giving me space to answer and now it is really getting annoying, and start to understand why Jinyoung said that to me. I stood up and excused me to go to the bathroom.

I walked in the bathroom, not even remembering it was this big. “Oh yeah right, it was a huge toilet, shit I need some rest” “Please put on your seatbelts, we are about to take off” “Shit… just as I was about to get my rest..” I walked out after doing my thing and took place next to Jinyoung, the quietest place in the plane, well for now. “They can get on your nerves easily but I can’t go a day without them, well sometimes I can, also need my rest. But this is just a mess today, they were too excited to see each other, mostly Yugyeom, BamBam and probably Jungkook as well” I nodded, I could understand it since they were all so close, and you could see that easily. They all get along pretty well.

After we got into the air I excused myself yet again to go to the bathroom, feeling that someone is following me. I just let him follow me inside the bathroom, must be Hoseok.

I turned around and immediately got trapped between the wall and yes Hoseok. “So can we make a part two out of this sweety?” he gave me a small smirk, I slightly nodded and grabbed on his clothes to get him closer to me and kiss him. His hands roaming all over my back and stop at my butt. Gosh I missed this, he was so good last time. I try to take off the shirt he was wearing while he undid my blouse and bra after that.

“Shit I missed these tits” he licks his lips before he gave me kisses all around them, I tucked my hands in his hair like last time. His hair seems softer. We hear a cough and I opened my eyes. “SHIT Hoseok stop! Stop!” “Why? We are just getting started” he says, still nibbling my nipple.

“So when are you gonna tell me you guys are having sex IN an airplane?” Jackson says coming closer. Hoseok stands up from shock, Jackson shoving him aside “Let me have a taste as well” he grabs me by the waist and brings me closer to himself. Hoseok walking towards me again as well and standing behind me, grabbing my hand and leading it towards his clothed crotch.

“Shit Hoseok get out off your trousers already” i said half screaming, trying to control my voice at the same time, not wanting to be heard by the others, but failed.

“What the actual fuck is going...” Jaebum's mouth wide open seeing us doing our thing. “Jaebum get her out of her skirt and pantie’s” Jackson motions, as Jaebum walks up towards us. Taking the hem of my skirt and making it fall down on the ground, grabbing my pantie’s not even within a second flying in the bathroom to the other side. “Shit she is wet as fuck” I try to keep myself as quiet as possible but it’s just not possible at all, so I closed my eyes trying to relax myself while stroking now naked cock of Hoseok.

I feel a sudden cold hand on my breasts, hands I haven’t felt yet. “Shit that’s cold! Who-” I blinked my eyes seeing Yoongi standing beside me. “Gosh, so Hoseok was fucking you the last time he took a plane back huh?” he gave me a smirk and slapped my pussy. “Ah!” I screamed out, couldn't help myself being so turned on right now, four guys having all eyes on me, six hands roaming all over my body.

“FUCK” I scream out after I feel three fingers inside me at the same time, I look down from who it’s from. “Oh honey, you will have a good time now” Seeing Jaebum’s smirk turns me even more on. “She is leaking on the floor, I think it’s time to taste her huh? Yoongi-Hyung hold her for me” Hoseok says.

Hoseok lays on the ground “Sit on my face beautiful” I just did what I was told and sat on his face still trying to hold myself a little bit up, scared to suffocate him. “Ahh~ Fuck Hoseok!” Feeling his tongue inside me the second he started eating me out.

“Suck” I almost jump at the sudden cock in front of me, I look up seeing Jaebum fully undressed by now, also Jackson on the other side of me. I take Jaebum’s in my mouth and started sucking while stroking Jackson’s while Hoseok was working underneath me. “Ah fuck, your moaning on my cock is just.. FUCK” Jaebum curses, I scraped a bit on his cock with my teeth, teasing Jaebum more, he immediately grabs my hair to push me further on his member.

“Shit I can’t take this anymore, I also need attention” Yoongi growls. Hoseok pulls me up. “Anyone else who wants her?” Without any hesitation Jaebum grabs me closer and he kneels down licking and sucking my clit. I grab his hair, “So.. Soft.. hmm, Yoongi come here” I grabbed Yoongi’s member and started pumping him.

“What is taking you guys so- WHAT THE FUCK MY EYES” Jinyoung yells seeing us, shuts the door and runs immediately back telling everyone not to go to the bathroom for a while. Since there was an accident or something. I laughed but turned fast into a moan. Hoseok sits down on the floor again.

“Come here, not on my mouth but my member” Jaebum stopped sucking my clit and followed me with his eyes focused on me. I grabbed Hoseok's member putting it inside me and slowly sliding down on it. “Still tight aren’t we? Bounce” I started bouncing on his member, while Yoongi, Jackson and Jaebum standing around us stroking theirs. I take Jackson’s member and started to lick the tip of it. “Shit Y/n! We just met and god you are so good” he hissed. I take Yoongi’s member in my left hand, while trying to grab Jaebum’s with my right. Trying to please all the boys around me.

“Shit i’m close..” Jaebum pulls my hand away to jerk himself off with the last bit energy he has before exploding on my breasts. Still bouncing on Hoseok, being a moaning mess with Jackson in my mouth who is about to explode as well.

“SHIT, I CAN’T FU-” his member coming inside my mouth, trying to swallow all of his semen. “I need to calm down, Jaebum you coming with me back to the others?” Jackson looks at his leader who agrees with him, both get clothed and walk back to the others.

“Stand up beautiful, and bend over, let Yoongi-hyung fuck you, he deserves it” I stand up almost against Yoongi and bend down to suck on Hoseok’s member as Yoongi slides his member in me, slamming inside, faster and harder then Hoseok did. “AH FUCK~ SHIT~” I scream out, falling out of breath, Hoseok helping me to stay put while Yoongi fucks me from behind. “Shit she is tight as fuck Hoseok! How did yours fit in her?!” “It just hmm fits.. Fuck I am about to come” Hoseok grabs my hair and thrusts inside my mouth to come to his orgasm.

“Shit, your pussy is fine, I can’t take this shit anymore ah~” eyes rolling to the back of my head, the pleasure taking over my whole body, feeling closer than before already starting to shake from all the attention. “Fuuuckkkkkk~” Hoseok takes his member out of my mouth and comes on my face. “Ah fuck fuck fuck I am.. Close! Shit Yoongi Faster please!” I scream as loud as I can, not caring a thing anymore if anyone knows, they probably know already thanks to Jinyoung who barged in a few minutes ago. Yoongi’s pace getting faster with every thrust until we both came at the same time.

I almost drop down to the ground, but Hoseok helping me stand together with Yoongi. Cleaning me up and helping me take back my breath. “You were beautiful my dear” Hoseok gave me a small peck on my forehead, while Yoongi just clothes himself and gave me a small smile and pat on the head. “I’m going to the others, thanks for the good fuck Y/n, see you guys in a bit, clean her up because she has endured us four”

Hoseok dresses me up while I’m still getting my breath together, while Jimin barging in. “Hyung! Is everything ok? Oh are you ok?” He looks at me concerned. “I’m ok Jimin, thank you.” “If there is anything you need, tell me ok? Because you obviously looked like you have cried for a long time” oh if he knew what we just did in here. Boy oh boy. “Just get her a glass of water” Jimin went to the bar.

“Can you stand now?” I nodded and walked with hoseok out of the bathroom. Jimin already coming towards me giving me some water. “Here, if you need any tissues or anything just scream my name and I will be there for you ok?” “Thanks Jimin, you are the best” I walked towards my seat with my water, next to Jinyoung, still trying to catch my breath.

“So and how was it? I was already wondering why they were all gone, but didn’t want to let the others know so yeah they thought you were having a mental breakdown there” “I kind of was, but in another way, you know it, but thank you Jinyoung for not saying anything” I gave him small smile. “Hey get some sleep, you must need it after that, some are already sleeping loudly, Namjoon can snore as if he is a bomb” I laughed. “I hear that yes, and I will” I sat back and fell asleep not long after.

“Hey wake up beautiful, we are about to land” I opened my eyes seeing Taehyung almost IN my face “WHAT THE ACTUAL F- You scared me!” “Sorry! But we are about to land in the Netherlands” “Ah thank you Taehyung” Jimin offering me another glass of water. “Here, just one more drink before we say goodbye, or wait does Hobi-hyung have your number? Maybe he could add you to our got7-bts group chat? That might be fun, hey Hobi-hyung!” without even waiting for my answer he already is at his hyung and I was added to the group chat.

As we landed we said goodbye and gave each other goodluck's for the concert and my studies.

1 year later “Yes miss Y/n right? Come along with me, we heard you were coming, the boys are waiting for you”

“Heeeeey! We missed you!” The boys from GOT7 and BTS said in unison. “I missed you to guys! Ready for the photoshoots?” I grabbed my Camera. “Yess we are all ready for you! We want to see how much you learned from your education” They all got in places to let me shoot the boys in the studio.

The shoot took around 2 to 3 hours to do so, with this many people it will take a while, but it’s all worth it, and the boys are loving the shoot. “So, let’s grab a coffee together?” Hoseok says as he kisses me on the lips. “I missed you way to much, can’t believe you are mine now. I love you Y/n, and remember, only I can do you from now on ok?” He gives me a huge smile, and giving me finger hearts. “Ahaha yes yes I know Hoseok, I love you to, let’s get some coffee” _______________________________________________ Part 2. This time two of my friends wanted a part 2 so yeah I had to. The smut part was a bit shitty, and I wrote in in the “I” verse instead of the “You” since it easier to write. Hope you enjoy it. Love you all <3

And thank you for all the love on part one! I couldn’t believe my eyes! :D

Part one: Airplane Part one

[jypbae7]

GOT7 as a Boyfriend based off their Zodiac Sign

Jinyoung | Jackson | Yugyeom | Jaebum | Mark | Youngjae | Bambam |

All in good fun based off their signs & their behaviors/quotes! Don’t take it too serious!

Jackson : Aries

Traits that match with his sign:

ALL of them

Lol seriously though he really seems true to his sign

Like Libras (which is actually his Moon sign), Aries are a major social butterfly. Even if they don’t have the biggest friend group, they still really enjoy spending as much time with their friends and family as possible.

Aries is a fire sign, Aries can be very stubborn and have a bad temper when angry. Though they aren’t always hot heads, in fact it’s equally or more so common that they aren’t quick to anger but the rare times they are mad, they are MAD.

Aries are not the big bad wolves of the Zodiac world BUT don’t get it twisted they will absolutely fight if necessary - especially if it’s for the sake of someone they love

Externally happy and positive but actually very soft, emotional and deep internally - they worry a lot about how others view them and about their sense of self and happiness

Family is REALLY important to them especially the older generation and youngest generation

Never does anything half-assed, anything they do it’s with their whole heart

Totally a softy when it comes to family, friends and anything cute, kids/babies, animals, girls, etc.

Very protective and a little possesive

Wants to be the coolest and baddest

Amazing communicator

Will shower his loved ones with soooooooooo much affection - physical and verbal. He gets SOOO happy when he receives it back, it means the world to him.

Loves to laugh and make others laugh

LOVES date nights and surprising you with little gifts/dates

Will want to travel the world with his S.O. (More in 18+)

Wants to be in contact 24/7

FLIRTY AF mostly the cheesy funny kind of way... (but we’ll circle back in the 18+ section 😉)

Would definitely be down to do matching couple stuff but only if it’s done well. Matching shoes or jewelry, subtle enough that it’s not super obnoxious but enough to enjoy the possessiveness of it.

Aries are either loyal AF or fuckboys but in Jackson’s case LOYAL AF. Would never ever consider being unfaithful, he’s a one person kind of guy.

Great conversationalist, you will never run out of things to talk about and he will always keep you entertained and interested.

Creative and super open-minded

Will always hear their loved ones out and try to be understanding no matter what, if he’s unfamiliar with something he will take it upon himself to do research and educate himself on it in order to be more open minded and understanding

Hates to fail or give up, so no matter what he will always do his best to try and fix any problems and make the relationship work

Omg CUDDLE ENTHUSIAST - did will want to have some sort of physical contact with you 24/7

BACK HUGS

Surprise kisses

Laying his head on you/your lap while relaxing

Adventurous dates - (rock climbing, hiking, zoo, aquarium, monorails, skating, etc.)

Now for the 18+ traits:

Dom tendencies but also loves when his partner takes control for a bit

Fave positions are doggy & cowgirl

Super deep raspy moans and some more musical breathy ones

Loves to watch you, especially when you’re taking control (riding/oral)

Hard jackhammer hips and/or body rolls depending on the mood

Super needy when drunk, will want you to take over/initiate

Super flirty ESP. when drunk/tipsy & handsy

Will send ab pics, gym selfies, and dickprint pics whenever you are apart for a while

Has days where he is much rougher and more dom than others - growls, dirty talk, spanking, holding your wrists down while on top of you

The kind to laugh or giggle during sex at awk/funny moments

Rough with his body but will make sure to include sweet soft kisses, stares, and words so you know how much deeper it is than just sex

Turn ons:

BUTT & thighs (he’s obsessed) - biting, kissing, grabbing/squeezing & spanking

LOVES boobs too, any and all of them -will be dying to grab and kiss them whenever possible.

Making out

HOTEL SEX

Smokey eye/winged liner BUT also loves a fresh bare face too

Light dirty talk

Bad girl/cool girl style but still feminine (he always says his faves are Rihanna & Beyoncé)

Loves when you touch and stare at his abs/muscles

Loves to go to the gym with you and stare at your butt in workout pants/shorts

Post-workout shower sex

But only after having thoroughly enjoyed the sight of you sweaty, pink faced and out of breath from the workout

Ponytails/pig tails with long hair, especially as a workout hairdo or around the house

Hair pulling

Lowkey has a kink for stripping for you and completely ripping/tearing off your clothes as well as his own - say bye bye to expensive lingerie cause he’s destroying them

[ewankoseyo]

lunch cute || bambam imagine

A/N: An anon requested a number from a writing challenge a while ago, but I accidentally deleted the ask :’ccc BUT here it is anyways. Partially based off the “got7 as crushes you have” that I did. Please enjoy!

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89. “You’re not interested, are you?”

You weren’t unpopular. But it also wasn’t like you had a constant stream of people lining down the block just to be in your presence. You had a small tight-knit circle of friends and got on well with the classmates you knew, but it was the last year of high school. Everyone knew that cliques and friend groups were established in the first year, and you only ever joined a new friend group in the years following if you were a transfer student trying to find your place.

Other than that, everyone knew where they belonged and knew who didn’t belong with them. Fraternizing with anyone outside of your friend group at this point in high school wasn’t necessarily discouraged, but it wasn’t welcomed either. So when one of your friends had suggested that you ask Bambam out on a date, you had just looked back at them like they had two heads.

“But you talk about him all the time,” your friend stated as they stabbed a piece of salad. “Every lunch, it’s always ‘in math today Bambam said this’ or ‘in math today Bambam did that.’ I don’t remember ever subscribing to the Bambam Daily.”

“You’re so dumb.”

“Hey! All I’m saying is that with the way you keep talking about him, I’m surprised you’re not already a thing.”

They talk as if such a thing was so easy.

“Because we aren’t a thing. And we won’t be,” you clarified as you opened your carton of milk. “We just have assigned seats next to each other in math, that’s all.”

“But you want it to be more, don’t you?”

You quirked an eyebrow at them. “Oh, and I suppose if I say yes, you’ll want me to march over to him right now and ask him out?” You nudged your head in the direction of where the boy in question was sitting.

Bambam and his six closest friends were seated in the center of the cafeteria. Now they were a tight group everyone wanted to get in on but knew they had no place in it. They were the cliché “most popular boys in school.” You had Jaebum, the handsome student body president, supported by his right-hand man and the top 1% of the top 5% of the graduating class, VP Jinyoung. There was Mark, the transfer student from America who had all the girls swooning over his English and was also the MVP of the volleyball team. Jackson, captain of the basketball team and founding member of the fencing team, was the guy that everyone seemed to have a story about. Youngjae was the best singer in the school choir and scored the lead role in nearly every school musical. Yugyeom was the leader of the school dance team and even won first place in the regional dance competition last year.

Then there was Bambam. Fashionable, extra, unpredictable, and loud Bambam. The one who always asks you for a pencil in class because he forgot his. Actually there’s really nothing school-related in his backpack. But he makes it up to you by making you laugh throughout the boring math lesson. Sometimes he leaves funny doodles for you in the corner of your notes and secretly takes snaps of the both you with silly filters. You wish math class was longer just so you could spend more time with him. That Bambam. 

You sighed as you returned your gaze from the powerhouse group of boys back to your friend, now looking at you expectantly.

“There’s a reason why we’ve been sitting in the same spot for lunch since the first year of high school.”

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“...and that’s it for today’s lesson. Please be sure to review the formulas from last week for tomorrow’s quiz.” Your classmates groaned simultaneously at your teacher’s parting reminder as they packed up their things and slowly funneled out of class for lunch. “Mr. Bhuwakul, just so you know, tomorrow’s quiz is an individual quiz, not a group quiz. You can’t talk to your partner during the quiz, just like how you shouldn’t be talking to them as I am teaching a lesson. Especially if it has nothing to do with what the class is learning.”

“Will do, sir,” Bambam answered next to you with a mini salute, sporting his signature mischievous smile. Your teacher just sighed before turning his back to you two to erase the board. 

After packing up, you got up and pushed in your chair. “Well, see ya tomorrow Bambam.” 

“Wait!” Bambam had leapt out of his seat to grab hold of your hand. You looked back at him, meeting his eager expression. “Are you going to eat lunch right now?”

“Yes...?” You answered slowly, looking down at your lunch bag. 

“Would you like to join me for lunch?” 

“Pardon?”

Bambam pointed at you before pointing back at himself. “You, me.” He made a gesture as if scooping something into his mouth. “Eat together.”

“Yes I understood that but,” you looked around you, afraid someone was secretly listening to your conversation, before whispering. “...is that even allowed?”

Bambam simply laughed before taking your hand again and gently pulling you along with him. 

You could have easily shaken yourself out of his hold. You two never talked outside of class and you only shared math together. Why did he suddenly want to each lunch with you?

But you let him pull you along because you were curious. And you couldn’t deny the butterflies fluttering around in your stomach from his hand enveloping yours. It was soft yet strong, feeling like it was always meant to be there. You would let him lead you to the ends of the earth if it meant he’d never let go.

Walking with Bambam was nice because while you tended to get tossed around in the crowd during the lunch rush, Bambam’s tall and broad figure allowed you both to plow through everyone. You noticed students in the hallways staring and whispering to one another as you two passed them by, but Bambam paid them no mind. He might have been used to the attention, but you sure weren’t, hanging your head low so people couldn’t really see your face.

More classes began to let out and in the midst of the lunch rush, your hand slipped out of Bambam’s and you’d completely lost him. You looked up, attempting to see the familiar mop of brown hair in the sea of heads but to no avail. Feeling students push and shove passed you as you stood there searching, you decided to keep moving, soldiering on in the direction of the cafeteria with a depressed sigh. Lunch with Bambam sounded nice, in theory.

Suddenly you felt an arm wrap your shoulders. You looked up to see Bambam grinning at you playfully. The sun seemed to peak right behind his head, giving him a halo effect.

“Did you think you could lose me that easily?”

You just shook your head at him, not trusting your voice to form a proper sentence. With a light squeeze of your shoulder, he continued to guide you through the crowd. You subconsciously leaned closer to his side to avoid the masses, inadvertently catching a whiff of his cologne. Bambam seemed to have noticed you slowing down and tightened his grip on you slightly. Soon found yourselves in the courtyard next to the gym that students rarely opted to eat in. He lead you to one of the patio tables and took a seat, motioning for you to sit as well.

“So what’s for lunch today?” Bambam asked, taking out a sack from his backpack.

“Uh, chicken and rice,” you replied as you peaked into your lunch bag.

“Did your mom pack it for you?”

“Yes.”

It was quiet as the two of you dug into your meals, shooting each other short smiles in between bites. You wanted to say something but didn’t know where to start. Your conversations in math class were never anything of actual substance, usually sparked by something funny one of you noticed in the class, resulting with the both of you in a heap of giggles you’d try to keep down.

Now was your chance to really get to know him.

“Bambam?”

“Hmm?”

You stifled back a laugh at his caught expression. He had just taken a huge bite of his sandwich when you called him.

“Don’t you usually eat lunch with your friends?”

“Are you saying we’re not friends?” Bambam smirked as he swallowed his food.

You could feel the blush creeping to your cheeks. “No! I mean—no, not what I’m saying. But you usually eat with Jaebum and the other boys.”

“Well that’s usually, but today I wanted to eat with you.”

“Oh. Well, why?”

He shrugged, taking another bite. “I don’t know, just felt like eating with someone cute.” You nearly choked on your food from this, earning a snicker from Bambam. He just handed you your water bottle and waited patiently for you to get out of your coughing fit before continuing. “I also realized that I wanted to hang out with you for longer than 50 minutes a day and without getting in trouble...if that’s okay with you?” His smirk had disappeared, now looking at you bashfully.

You returned the smile as you met his gaze. “Of course it is, otherwise I wouldn’t have come along with you.”

Bambam breathed a sigh of relief. “Good, because even though everyone gushes over my friends, I think they’re too butt UGLY to eat with.”

“Hey!” You giggled at this. “You guys know you’re like the most handsome guys at school. Jackson’s a freaking model on the side!”

Bambam’s cheeks met the corners of his eyes, he couldn’t stop smiling at you. He decided to press on. Maybe he’d get to hear you laugh some more if he did?

“Well if you like him so much, why don’t you go and eat lunch with him instead?”

You two continued on going back and forth like that for the rest of the lunch period. Bambam made you rank from lowest to highest who you thought was the most handsome out of him and his friends, sulking playfully when you ranked him as second most handsome (“I said, if you like Jackson so much, just go and eat lunch with him instead!”) He told you funny stories about each of his friends, in an attempt to tear them off the pedestal that everyone seemed to put them on, and likewise he asked about you and your friends. You were in the middle of telling him a story about how you’d lost your friends at a carnival when you noticed he was just staring at you, no longer showing any response to what you were saying.

“...apparently there was an idol there so I got caught up in a mob and—oh sorry, you’re not interested, are you? I know my stories can be pretty boring... ”

Bambam, just realizing he had been staring at you, vehemently shook his head. “No! You’re not boring at all, I just...like the sound of your voice, is all.”

Suddenly the bell rung, signaling the end of the lunch period. Bambam got up to toss his trash and pack up his things. You were frozen in your spot, trying to comprehend his words. Bambam was just throwing curve balls at you left and right today! The boy simply chuckled at you once again.

“As cute as I find your wide-eyed expression, we need to get to class.”

Your jaw was practically on the floor. “Wait wha—”

“C’mon, I’ll walk you to your class.”

“But my class is on the other side of campus,” you stated worriedly.

But Bambam didn’t care that he’d be running late, silently lacing his fingers through yours again with a smile and leading you in the opposite direction of his next class. He’d walk with you across the universe if it meant your hand would be in his along the way.

Because it was always meant to be there.

——

[jaxonah]

Got7 Reaction to their curvy GF being worried to sit on their face-

yu(for anon)

Mark-

“Why won’t you sit down?” Mark whined as he gripped the sides of your beautiful thick thighs tightly while you straddled his waist. He reached around to spank your butt lightly and watch as you gasped and began to rub the now slightly sore spot on your bottom. “Because! Just...you know i’m too big for this Mark. And I really feel like i’ll-” You had no time to finish your sentence before Mark had slipped him self down further underneath you until his face was directly underneath your heat. His tongue worked his magic and you completely forgot why you were opposing this pleasure in the first place.

Jaebum-

You hesitantly slid your panties down your legs and watched JB’s eyes as he looked at you with lust, anticipation, and excitement. “You’re so damn beautiful...get over here.” You slowly made your way over to where he lay on the bed and stopped right at the edge. “Come on, come here. Let me taste you.” Jaebum said as he tried to grab your leg and pull you over the bed. “Babe what if I hurt you?” Jaebum suddenly sighed and sat up before pulling your lower half close to him and rubbing the back of your bare thighs. “I can’t make you do anything. But I can! Make you feel good.” He said before placing soft kisses against your bare heat and slowly guiding you to straddle his eager tongue.

Jackson-

“Are you kidding? Baby i’m the strongest man ever! Sit down!” Jackson begged as he helped undo your pants and pull them along with your panties down. “That’s so not the point. Jackson, forreal. What if I like break your pretty face?” You asked/whined as you cupped his cheeks and pressed a light kiss to his lips. “Then that’s the best way I could ever have my face broken. Get over here.” He said before grabbing you and sitting a laughing and more comfortable you on top of him.

Jinyoung-

You sat completely naked and still on Jinyoung’s waist as he continued to try to talk you up to his face. “What? You don’t wanna cum tonight?” He teased. You shook your head and sighed. “No, you know I do. I just don’t wanna murder you in the process.” Jinyoung’s thumb suddenly made his way to your sweet rose bud before he started rubbing gently and watching as your jaw dropped in surprise and pleasure. “Fucking murder me.” He whispered into your ear before he slowly began to slip himself all the way underneath you.

Youngjae-

You and Youngjae had only discussed the prospect of you sitting down on his face but when the time actually came...you were nothing but fears and worries. “But you know everything’s gonna be fine right? You and I will both feel so good.” Youngjae said in a soothing tone. He kissed your cheek before holding you tightly to him. “I won’t keep bothering you but just know,” he whispered. “I’ll have you cumming within a few seconds. And after some more calming words, he absolutely stayed true to his word.

BamBam-

“Please sit! Sit, sit, sit baby. Fuck I can already taste you. Baby please..” BamBam begged as you were sat up on your knees right about his face. You chewed on your lip as you pondered what would happen if you actually sat down on his face. Bam’s hands were gripping your thighs so tightly, urging you to sit down. “Baby, I’m so fucking scared that i’ll crush you.” “Then crush me.” BamBam said quickly before surprising you by gathering all of his strength and pulling your heat down to him. His tongue plunging deep inside and making your eyes roll to the back of your head. 

Yugyeom-

“But I just wanna make you cum! The way you do for me all the time.” Yugyeom said/whined as he pulled you down on top of him. “Gyeomie you know i’m like heavy okay? And you know I can like break your little neck and i’m so not down.” Yugyeom laughed that infectious laugh before leaning in to attack your neck with kisses. “Break my neck then. I don’t mind.” He said in between heated kisses and little nibbles on your neck.

[krreader]

GOT7 reacting to you having a sexy performance on stage.

pairing: got7 x idol!reader fandom: got7 warnings: (mentions of) sex ; spanking; idol!reader genre: smut ; fluff ; crack

a/n: I loved writing that one for BTS and I kinda thought it would be fun to do them for the other groups I stan as well, so with me getting more into got7 I thought why not. I genuinely hope that I did the members justice lol (added got7 to my fandoms page) 

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mark tuan

Wouldn't have expected the camera to land on him, to be honest. Nobody knew about you two dating except for his members, your members and both of your agencies. You both wanted to keep it a secret for as long as possible, so he didn't think the camera even had a reason to land on him. There were so many other guys in here reacting to you letting your hand glide over your members' hips for the performance, so why did it have to land on him? Who was trying so hard  to keep it together? 

BamBam seemed to think the exact same thing, looking down almost instantly. Mark would be smiling awkwardly and nod slightly, praying in his mind that the camera man would go away as quickly as he came. 

Still, that same night he would ask you why you never told him about how sexy the performance would be, given the fact that you normally shared these kind of things with each other.

“It would have ruined the surprise.”

“Next time? Warn me. I need to prepare myself if I'm watching my girlfriend act like that with another woman.”

You started laughing and wrapped your arms around his neck, while kissing him softly and apologizing to him, promising to make it up to him tonight.

park jinyoung

Now, he would be one of the most irritated out of all of them. Did he like the concept of your group? Absolutely. Did he like your songs? Most definitely. Did he like you kneeling on the floor with that outfit that didn't leave a lot for the imagination? No. A big, fat no.

You had tried to talk to him about this performance beforehand, but he had just laughed it off, telling you that he wouldn’t get jealous. Yeah, joke’s on him, because he was not looking happy at all right now.

He couldn't care less if the camera would show him on the big screen, all he could do was stare at you and in his head, he was already beginning to think about all the things he would do to you that night.

“See, (Y/N),” he said, while he slapped your butt for the 5th time, “I like your performances. But there is only one person you should go down on your knees for. And that's me. Your boyfriend.”

jackson wang

Literally the most extra out of all of them (but I'm sure that didn't surprise you). There has been a lot of attention on the two of you ever since you decided to publicize your relationship, so everyone had expected Jackson to land on the big screen when it was time for you and your groups' performance.

Was he turned on by you pretty much riding the floor beneath you like you had been riding him only last night? Absolutely. Did he show it? No. He was just his extra self who acted like your performance was killing him (which was true, in some way). He wasn't even mad or anything, he loved the concept of your group and had always been their biggest supporter.

But that didn't mean that he wouldn't push you onto your bed that same night and whisper into your ear: “You know how hard it is to dance with a boner? This was all your fault, so I think it's only fair that you make it up to me.”

im jaebum

Similar to Namjoon, he would try to keep a straight face, not wanting the crowd to think he was upset about you swinging your hips side to side, when his face appeared on the big screen, even if he was. He quickly grabbed the water bottle from the table and jugged almost half of it down in one go, suddenly being incredibly thirsty, when your face appeared on the screen next, with that seductive grin of yours that always managed to drive him crazy (and get him hard, without you having to do shit). He almost chocked.

But despite this mask that he put on, he was incredibly jealous and didn't like it one bit. He respected it, of course he did, but he didn't like it.

Because now everyone in this arena was thinking of pinning you against the nearest wall and doing the naughtiest of things to you.

And he was the only one allowed to do that.

So that night, he would. He would shove you against the nearest wall and would make you scream out his name, feeling very triumphant afterwards all of a sudden.

choi youngjae

Literally a shy baby throughout the entire performance.

He kept wondering how he managed to have a successful and healthy relationship with someone that could lick her lips so sexily that the entire arena was about to drop to their knees. Would definitely hide his face and laughter behind his hand or would look down to the floor, because he knew that if he was watching the entire performance, he wouldn't be able to deal with what was soon to happen in his pants and he really didn't want to get a boner right now.

Wouldn't be very jealous, however, would most likely be super proud and would hug you as soon as he could, telling you how good you were.

“Really? Did you like it?”

“I loved it, (Y/N)” he grinned and kissed your forehead. He might have only seen 20% of the performance, but those 20% he truly loved.

bambam

Would be jamming to your song the most and would rap all your parts, even when the camera zoomed in on him, he would continue with a big grin, making the crowd go wild.

He would be a bit jealous, because even though you had told him about the performance beforehand, he hadn't expected it to be this sexy.

Nevertheless, he would be supportive and shove that jealousy into the back of his head, trying to tell himself that this was just an act. He did it all the time, too and you never got jealous. What you did do, however, was straddle him every night after one of his shows and made him remember that he was yours.

So he felt like it would only be fair to do the same to you that night.

Which is how you ended up beneath him, while he fucked you into oblivion.

kim yugyeom

He'd feel almost a little self-conscious. When he was on stage, he danced like you danced right now. He did all those sexy moves too, but not once did he consider your feelings while doing so. Not once did he think 'Would (Y/N) like it if I slammed my hips up like that and maybe grinned at one of my fans?'

Did you think that? Because he was asking himself why you were shaking your ass like that for the entire world to see and even winked at a couple of your male fans. But he couldn’t exactly complain, when he did the exact same, right?

Was very silent for the rest of the night and would only talk to you about it when you asked him what was wrong.

“Are you upset? Because of the performance?”

“You were great.. it just.. feels weird, watching you dance like that in front of so many people. Made me realize how bad you must feel all the time.”

You chuckled and straddled him, “If it makes you feel better, I kept thinking about you tonight.. how good you always make me feel. That's probably why my facial expressions were on point.”

He smiled and wrapped his arms around you, “I do the same.”

[ithinkilikeit-reactions]

GOT7 “You got a big booty”

Ask:  Got7 reaction to a big booty? Im lowkey jealous of jinyoungs haha

Jaebum:

He is very subtle about liking your ass, but only in public. In public he would subtly let his hand slip down while your sitting and feel you up. But in private, all subtlety goes out the window. He’s grabbing your butt, smacking it etc while even just walking past you. 

“You have the nicest ass.” 

Mark:

Number one supporter of your ass. Mark is definitely the type of guy to slip his hand into the back pocket of your jeans just to cheekily squeeze your ass. But at home, when you’re laying on on your stomach he’ll come behind you and bite your ass and play with it. Doesn’t matter whether your clothed or not.

“I can’t help it. You got a biteable ass.” 

Jinyoung:

You guys would have a lot of people jealous. He is proud of both of your asses and he is the type to save every picture you take of yourself where your ass is in the picture. Jinyoung also buys you a crap ton bottoms, whether it’s underwear or jeans or anything just so he can catch glimpses of your ass. 

Jackson:

What a booty/body worshipper. Jackson loves your ass, with a burning passion. He’ll always have his hands on you, not necessarily squeezing or groping, but he just wants to be touching you. But in private he’s kissing you all over and pulling you onto his lap. 

Youngjae:

Silent admirer of the butt. One thing that he really loves though, is when you sit in his lap and straddle him. Because he loves holding your ass with his hands, but it still flusters him a little. You can also often find him staring. 

Bambam:

(This fucking gif man)

Always yelling about how great your butt is. Whether it’s in public, or in private, he’s always praising you. Number hype man when your trying on tight clothes too. He’s always taking picture with you where the shape of your ass is on display and he’s always posting them too. It’s his way of saying “Yeah my boo’s got a nice ass and it’s all for me.” 

Yugyeom:

SO proud of himself that he scored an s/o with a great ass. He rubs it in to the others too. He loves your butt and he Jinyoung about the fact that your butt is better than his. Yugyeom always has his hands on you, especially infront of the other members. 

[kihuis]

GOT7 Reaction: Too Hot

Anonymous said: GOT7 reaction where he teases you so you tease him back with a game where if he touches you when you give him a lap dance he can’t get laid for a week.

i changed the request to you playing ‘too hot’ with him. hope that’s okay (it was easier lol); warnings: smut (nsfw - there’s foreplay and masturbation in case you’re not into that); strong language

Im Jaebum

Bored and horny - two words to describe how Jaebum’s feeling. It doesn’t help that you’re strutting around in the kitchen cleaning up after dinner in just his t-shirt and underwear. He smirks as he comes up behind you as you’re washing dishes in the sink. You, of course, live for teasing so the moment you feel his lips press softly against your neck, you push him off you.

“You can finish the dishes later,” he whines.

“Why are you always so bored?” you ask, ignoring his protests. That’s when you get the idea. “We can play a game.” Jaebum’s face scrunches in confusion.

“I don’t want to play games I want to fuck you,” he admits, not even trying to beat around the bush.

“This game involves our tongues,” you reply with a smirk. He narrows his eyes, curiosity in his features.

After you finish washing dishes, you lead him into the living room where you sit on the couch with your legs crossed under you. You tell your boyfriend to sit directly across from you.

“It’s called too hot. We kiss each other-”

Jaebum places his hands on your thighs, but you immediately push them away.

“But we can’t touch.”

“What kind of stupid game is that?”

“One where the winner gets to have the loser at their mercy,” you finish. This gets his full attention. “Just don’t touch me and you win. Simple.”

“Simple,” he repeats almost sarcastically.

You lean in a bit, waiting for him to make the first move. Finally deciding to play along, Jaebum smirks a bit before leaning in and pressing his lips to yours. He wastes no time darting out his tongue and swiping it across your lips, demanding entrance to your mouth. You oblige, parting your lips and allowing his tongue to taste yours. You need to get him right where you want him.

After a few minutes of tonsil hockey, you lean forward, trying to make it seem like you’re going to fall into him. Luckily, it works and he reaches out to catch your arm, only realizing he lost a few seconds later.

You pull back, smirking. “I win.”

“That’s not fair, you did that on purpose,” he whines, watching you get up off the couch. There’s a clear tent in his pants now.

“Have fun handling that,” you tell him, heading to the kitchen for a snack, leaving Jaebum completely dumbfounded on the couch.

Mark Tuan

Mark is confident when it comes to being in the bedroom. He loves being alone with you because that’s when his fiery side comes out. He’s actually the one who initiates the game of too hot.

You’re laying on your shared bed, reading a book when he climbs in next to you, his hands gently rubbing your exposed thighs while he sighs dreamily at you.

“Bored enough to read a book?” he asks teasingly.

You roll your eyes with a smile and look at him. “It helps me sleep.”

“Well, I’m not tired so I think we should play a game,” he says. You raise your eyebrows in question. A game at this time of night? “Too hot,” he finishes, smirking at you. 

Familiar with the game yourself, you slowly close your book, putting it on the nightstand before you face your boyfriend. “What’s the winner get?” you ask, suddenly eager to play.

“Whatever they want,” he responds, sitting directly across from you.

With a smile, you lean in, getting just close enough that Mark has to be the one to initiate contact. He wastes no times teasing you, running his tongue across your lips. When you part them to invite him in, he simply pulls your bottom lip between his teeth, letting you moan in response. The game won’t last long if he keeps this up.

You restrain yourself from cupping his chin as you finally dart your tongue past his lips to stroke his. He’s eager to touch you as well, you can tell, because he moves his position so he’s on his hands and knees in front of you. He places his arms on either side of your hips, far enough from your skin that he’s still not touching you.

With this better position, he takes the opportunity to lean in forward more, causing you to have no choice but lean away. You’re desperate not to break the kiss, so when you’re about to fall backwards, you grab his arm for support, losing the game.

He smiles into the kiss as he grabs your hips roughly and pushes you back onto the mattress. “Oh what I am going to do to you.”

Jackson Wang

You decide to tease your boyfriend at dinner, trying not to be too obvious as he talks to his band mates.

Jackson is sitting directly across from you at the table, deep in conversation with Jinyoung about who knows what. You’ve been feeling bored for a while, so you thought it was a good opportunity to let him know you wanted him.

You subtly lifted your foot off the ground, reaching across under the table until you felt your heel come in contact with his seat. Testing the waters, you brought your foot to his leg. When Jackson stops mid-sentence and looks at you questioningly, you know you have him. 

You tilt your head to the side, pretending to be oblivious, letting him go back to his conversation with Jinyoung.

You watch him speak for a while, letting your foot gently caress his lower leg. After a minute or so, you slide your foot up his leg, gauging his reaction. He pretends not to notice, but you know he’s getting a bit bothered by the way he shifts in his seat a bit. 

“You okay?” Jinyoung asks.

Jackson shoots you a glare. “Yeah,” he says just as your foot comes in contact with his crotch. “Actually, I’m not feeling too well,” he says quickly, standing up. “Ready to go?” he asks you, his brows pulled together in a frown.

“Sure,” you say innocently, batting your eyelashes at him. You both bid the rest of the group goodbye as he leads you out the door and to his car, but as soon as you get there, he grabs your wrist, halting you.

“No touching,” he says all of the sudden, pinning your hands behind your back and your back to the car. “You touch me, I’ll have you at my mercy.”

He wastes no time kissing you, not even giving you enough time to catch your breath from the sudden arousal you felt.

His mouth attacks yours without mercy, letting you taste him as he tastes you. You know it’s unfair that he gets to touch you and you can’t touch him, but you are too hot to care. 

Slowly, his hand lets go of your wrists, daring you to touch him, but you hold back, showing him you have more self control than he thought you did. Pleased, he smiles and leans back. 

“Let’s go home so I can show you why it’s not a good idea to tease me in public.”

Park Jinyoung

This man happens to be the master of teasing you, and although sometimes you don’t mind, there are times it becomes too much and you decide to retaliate.

You’re ready to go home after a rooftop dinner with Jinyoung. He’d taken you to the beautiful restaurant for your anniversary, making it one to remember. 

After you finish your meal, yourself, Jinyoung, and a few more couples pile into the elevator to head back downstairs, you two at the back. 

“Thank you again for this,” you whisper to him. He just smiles at you in return.

Once the elevator doors close, Jinyoung coughs slightly before bending down to tie his shoe. You don’t think anything of it, and neither do the other couples in the elevator. It isn’t until he slowly starts to stand up that his hand comes in contact with your thigh, inching his fingers up your skirt.

You give him a side glare but he looks at you with pure innocence, even though his digits are softly brushing the skin of your butt. You mentally curse yourself for choosing to wear a thong today while Jinyoung silently thanked you for it.

You manage to ignore his teasing fingers as they trace the outline of your panties. After a moment, he hooks his first digit into the hem of your thong, pulling it to the side. You have to dig your teeth into your bottom lip to keep from making any inappropriate noises in this elevator full of people, all oblivious to your boyfriend moments away from having his finger knuckles deep in you.

Right when you feel his finger trace the slit of your lips, the elevator door opens. You’re all but soaking in your dress, but you decide not to give him the satisfaction. Once you’re at the car, he turns you to face him, pushing you up against it. His hands are on your sides immediately, but you are quick to shove them away from you. 

“No,” you say simply. “Too hot.”

Jinyoung smirks, knowing the game well as you two play it more often than you’d ever care to admit. “Fine. But you should know, I felt how wet you are for me and I don’t think you’d last very long.”

His words only fluster you more, and despite wanting to keep your pride, you roll your eyes and motion for him to get in the car. “Jesus, let’s just go home so we can fuck.”

You’d get him next time.

Choi Youngjae

You’re about ten minutes deep into a heated makeout session with Youngjae. Anytime he’s home from the studio or a shoot, he likes to just be there with you, whether it’s just watching TV together or it’s on top of each other.

You’re laying on the couch, his body hovering over yours. His hands are all over you, caressing every inch of your body that is exposed to him, running his fingers through your hair, cupping your chin gently as he kisses you. Every kiss with Youngjae when you’re alone is passionate and erotic and so full of lust. It doesn’t take much to get you heated. 

His fingers trace his way down your neck before he finds your breast, massaging it as his tongue tangles with yours. You moan in content, rising your hips to meet his from underneath him, gaining you a moan from him as well.

You smirk, getting an idea. When Youngjae begins to touch you, that’s all he wants. You decided to play with him because of it. 

Breaking the kiss, you gently push your boyfriend off of you, earning a confused look from him. “Did I do something wrong?” he asks quickly, afraid he’d hurt you somehow.

“No, it’s just...” You try to think of how to word what you want to do. “I was thinking we could spice things up a little.” You and Youngjae weren’t necessary adventurous when it came to the bedroom. It was plenty just to go at each other without thinking about it too much. “We should play too hot.”

“What’s that?” he asks curiously.

“We kiss each other, but we can’t touch each other.” You sit up so your face to face with him. “Whoever touches the other first is the loser and the winner gets to do whatever they want to them.”

“Sounds too difficult.”

“Just try,” you tell him with a nudge. He narrows his eyes at you but gives in, placing his hands underneath his legs, yourself following suit.

You kiss slow at first, just touching his lips with yours a few times before opening your mouth to his. He refrains from jutting his tongue out, but you do the work yourself, caressing the inside of his lips with your tongue. Youngjae pulls his hands out from underneath him and reaches for your chest again, but stops himself when he realizes what he’s doing. His fingers wiggle as they hover in front of your breasts, itching to reach out and knead them, as it’s his favorite things to do when you’re intimate like this.

“Fuck,” he whispers against your mouth, balling his fists up to keep from touching you. But Youngjae can’t help his self control and just ends up fondling you again.

You smirk before pushing him down against the other end of the couch. “I win.”

Bambam

You sleepily smile at your boyfriend’s sleeping figure, watching him as his chest rises and falls steadily. Your hand mindlessly found its way into his hair, brushing it off his head in his slumber. Oddly enough, you’re incredibly horny this morning and decide you need to wake Bambam up to help satisfy you. 

Slowly, you climb on top of him, kissing up his jaw without hesitation.

“Bambam,” you whisper in his ear. He groans, most likely feeling too sleepy to do anything about your situation. 

“No,” he draws, turning his face away from you. But you relentlessly continue, rolling your hips forward to feel his member twitch beneath you.

Bambam groans again, wrapping his arms around you completely and rolling you over, surprising you with a yelp. “Too hot,” he says simply before pressing his lips to yours. He does this a lot, using this game for when one of you aren’t in the mood when the other is. Basically if you lose, you’re not getting any. 

You huff in defeat as you lay on your hands, feeling his arms on either side of you, trying everything you can in your power to get him to touch you first. You moaned into his mouth, knowing he loves that, but he’s making no effort to kiss you in return. Frustrated, you shove him off of you, admitting to defeat.

“You lose,” he says before laying back down and closing his eyes, hoping to get another hour or so of sleep.

You have other plans though, simply laying right beside him, spread eagle. “Fine, I’ll do it myself,” you say, tracing your finger up your heat. You pretend not to see Bambam open his eyes wide, watching as you waste no time inserting a finger into yourself. 

You close your eyes and lean your head back, letting out an exaggerated moan as you fingered yourself, your thumb rubbing furiously against your clit, trying to reach your high as fast as possible. You can feel Bambam’s eyes on you, watching you touch yourself and you didn’t want to let him help you since he refused to in the first place.

When you feel his hand rest on you thigh, you shove it away. “You won, remember?”

“Shut up,” he says before pouncing on you.

Kim Yugyeom

You and Yugyeom are typically adventurous in the bedroom, always trying new things. Your giant collection of sex magazines and toys are just evidence of this. However, sometimes, you like to keep things simple.

Today when he gets home from the studio, you can tell he’s ready to pounce on you, but you want to see how long he can go taking things slow.

“Let’s play a game,” you tell him when he tries to climb on top of you.

“Right now?” he asks you, raising a brow at your question. “I’d rather just ravage you.”

“Well, if you win this game, you can have me at you will,” you reply, looking at him suggestively.

“I’m listening.”

“It’s called Too Hot. We kiss each other without touching. Whoever touches the other first is the loser,” you explain. Yugyeom contemplates, seeming curious about the game but also reluctant at the same time.

“Do you not like me touching you?” he asks, deciding to play his own game with you.

“No, I love it, but I know you love it more,” you tease, leaning forward without laying a finger on him. “I know how hard you get when you touch me.” You kiss his lips once. Neither of you move your hands. “You love to feel me around your fingers.” Another kiss. “Teasing my clit with your tongue.” Another. “You love tasting me.”

Yugyeom gives in, wrapping his arms around your body and turning you over in a single movement. You don’t seem to care that you won he kisses you hungrily.

“Why don’t we fix this?” he says, grinding his hardening, clothed member on your center, earning him a moan from you. “I should teach you not to tease me.”

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Jackbam; Jackson and Bam are in realtionship, they always bickering, teasin each other so their friends are wondering why they are a couple because they act like friends, but they share cute moments (that only they know)a lot of fluff!! I love your writing ^^ (and sorry for my english lnao)

Warning(s): a little (a lot of) swearing

Author: val 

Word Count: 3.5k+

A/N: Hey guys! This took forever wOw but I’m finally here with my first fill! I’m a casual writer val who joined at the start of this year and is amazing at procrastinating but I hope you’ll enjoy this, even if the tenses might be hella inconsistent because I suck. Also, fun fact, I’m the youngest here!!

“Bambam!” Jackson Wang’s shrill scream pierced through the room like a knife.“You’re an absolute fucking shithead, you know that?”

In situations like these, the boys had learnt to keep themselves as busy as possible and try not to pay any mind to whatever attention-seeking announcement Jackson had for the rest of the group. Or specifically, for his shithead (his words) of a boyfriend.

“What did he do now?” Yugyeom whispered sardonically.

“He ate my fucking chips!” Jackson screeched back.

“I did not,” Bambam replied resolutely, eyes never leaving the movie that was playing on the television screen.

“We are literally the only two people who live here. Who else could have taken it?” Jackson demanded, his already-high pitch rising ever so steadily by some miracle of God.

“Pudding,” Bambam replied without missing a beat.

Jackson looked like he was about to explode.

“I’ll get you more chips, Sseunie. Sit your ass down and stop blocking my view of Chris Hemsworth,” Jinyoung appeased, rolling his eyes as he inched over on the couch to make room for the newcomer. Begrudgingly, Jackson plopped down, and silence fell over the room once more.

It barely lasted for a minute.

“I swear you took it!”

Everybody groaned.

“I didn’t.” Bambam sounded almost bored.

“You always do this! You always lie to me! Our relationship is all based on lies!” Jackson insisted hysterically, leaping back onto his feet and pointing an accusatory finger at Bambam.

“Our relationship is based on lies,” Bambam imitated, his face scrunched up in comical manner as he raised his voice to a high-pitched squeak.

Jackson gasped, seeming offended. “I do not sound like that! Take it back! And give me back my chips, too!”

“I do not sound like that,” Bambam continued to squeak in a manner that genuinely did not sound like Jackson. “Take it—” was all he could manage before he began to choke on his own laughter.

“I said I’ll get you new chips, please sit down Sseunie,” Jinyoung pleaded almost desperately, patting the spot next to him on the couch.

“Fine,” Jackson’s shoulders slumped in defeat, slinking down to the couch and snuggling closer to Jinyoung.

“How the fuck are they even dating?” Yugyeom grumbled softly from the other end of the room, stuffing another handful of popcorn into his mouth. Next to him, Jaebum shrugged.

And then, the only sound that could be heard in the room was the droning of the actors on television.

Oh, and Bambam cackling hysterically while simultaneously hacking up a lung. But that was a minor detail.

——————

By the end of the movie, Bambam had fallen asleep, Jackson’s lips were still arranged in a pout and Jinyoung was about to fling himself out the window into the depths of hell.

Bambam hadn’t stopped laughing for ten minutes straight, and Jackson wasn’t as quiet in his death threats as he thought he was. Although, Jinyoung would admit, the numerous methods Jackson had fabricated to murder the Thai boy were extremely amusing, if not slightly terrifying. Maybe Jackson could consider a career in homicide.

Jinyoung picked up the TV remote and aimed it at the screen.

“Time to go, everyone,” he announced as the screen turned dark. “Thanks for having us, Sseunie,” he waved half-assedly, one foot already out the door. The other boys trailed after him, some yawning tiredly as they mumbled their goodbyes.

“We’re leaving, Bam,” was the last thing Jinyoung hollered before slamming the door shut and leaving Jackson with silence and a sleeping boyfriend.

Oh, an awake boyfriend now.

Bambam blearily opened his eyes as he glanced around the room, trying to make sense of what was happening. When his sleep-addled brain finally managed to decipher that the movie was over, everyone had left and Jackson was still sulking on the other end of the couch, it told him to move. What kind of a boyfriend would he be if he didn’t?

Bambam blinked the sleep out of his eyes as he crawled towards Jackson, whose signature Wang Gae eyes were about to be the death of him. He flopped down next to his boyfriend, snuggling closer until any space between the two were practically nonexistent.

“I’m sorry for taking your chips,” he mumbled, voice muffled from his face being pressed into Jackson’s chest.

All of a sudden, Jackson’s demeanour seemed to shift.

His entire body relaxed into the couch, as if he was melting into a puddle of syrup and honey and all the love he held in his heart for Bambam. If Bambam was looking, he would’ve seen Jackson’s eyes soften and his lips turn up in the brightest of smiles.

“It’s fine, Bam,” Jackson whispered, even though they were the only two people left in the house. He ran his hands through Bambam’s hair comfortingly, fingers gently massaging the younger boy’s scalp. “We can get more. I’m not mad anymore.”

Bambam hummed softly, and Jackson could feel the vibrations travel through his body, through his veins, sending tingles down his spine and turning his heart into gooey, syrupy mush. “I love you, Ja-” Bambam’s words slurred, sleep enveloping him before he could even finish his sentence.

Jackson smiled fondly, fingers tingling with warmth at the sight of Bambam cuddled close to him, body rising and falling steadily with every breath he took. He gathered his boyfriend into his arms and heaved, pushing the both of them off the sofa and Bambam safely into Jackson’s embrace. He padded to Bambam’s bedroom and gently set Bambam down on the bed, brushing back a stray strand of hair on his forehead and leaning down to kiss the younger sweetly on the cheek.

“I love you too, Bambam.”

——————

Yugyeom let out a long, drawn-out groan on Jackson and Bambam’s couch, leaning his head back and slinking down in his seat.

“We’ve been waiting forever, now,” he lamented, reaching a lanky leg out to kick the man sitting opposite him. “Jackson, where’s your boyfriend?”

In response, Jackson hollered, “Yo, Bam! We’re all waiting!” He glanced over at Yugyeom and rubbed his calf ruefully, before tacking on completely out of spite, “your best friend’s complaining!”

Yugyeom kicked him again.

“I’m coming,” was the frustrated screech that rang from the Thai boy’s room. “You guys always fucking rush—”

Crash!

“Fuck!”

From his room emerged a frazzled, but nevertheless dolled-up Bambam, hopping awkwardly on one foot as he clutched his toe. “You guys always rush fashion! Now look at me, you fuckers—I stubbed my toe!”

Admittedly, Bambam looked incredibly dashing. His hair had been parted in the centre and rested artfully in strands down his forehead. His eyes were framed by deep red eyeshadow, accentuating his bright blue eyes (which were clearly contacts, but Jackson digresses). There was only one word he could use to describe his boyfriend—sexy.

Or handsome. Or gorgeous. Or hot. So maybe there were more words.

“Sucks to be you,” Jackson snickers instead, and jiggles his car keys in his hand. “Now let’s go—we’re actually late now.”

Bambam grins, picking up his phone. “I call shotgu—”

“I think the hell not!” came Yugyeom’s screech as he interrupted the Thai boy before he could even complete the word. “I had to wait a whole hour for your crusty ass to get ready, you bitch, I’m going to ride shotgun.”

Bambam’s eyebrows furrowed, cocking his head ever so slightly to the side as he fixed his gaze on Yugyeom. There was a pregnant pause, and then Bambam swiveled around to face Jackson.

“Jack,” he implored, tone sickly sweet. “I’m your boyfriend, right? Don’t you think I should ride shotgun?”

Jackson pretended to think, even though a smirk was beginning to spread on his face. “I don’t know, Bam,” he drawled. “Yugyeom has a point…”

“Oh my god,” Bambam gasped, aghast that he’d be betrayed this way by the one person who was supposed to be by his side through thick and thin, the one person who was supposed to—

“Yeah, I think Yugyeom should ride shotgun, instead,” Jackson concluded smugly.

“I think he should not!” Bambam fired back indignantly.

“It’s my car,” Jackson pointed out levelly, which all the more made Bambam fume.

“I’m your—”

Yugyeom groaned into his palm, burying his face in his hands as he tried to block out the couple’s bickering. He honestly didn’t get how they’d gotten together when all they seemed to do was argue—let alone how they hadn’t broken up yet. While he did love to spend time with each of the boys, not to mention he’d been best friends with half of the couple since their diaper days, being in the same room as the couple on his own was enough to give him a migraine.

“He’s going to ride shotgun,” Jackson declared with a note of finality, and Yugyeom felt a hand grab onto his wrist and pull him up sharply.

Whatever protests Yugyeom tried to weakly splutter out were promptly ignored as he was dragged out of the apartment all the way to Jackson’s car, with Bambam loudly complaining as he trailed along behind.

Oh, why did he ever try to butt in between the couple?

The door slammed as he was shoved into the passenger seat and Yugyeom winced, meekly pulling on his seatbelt. From behind him, Bambam continued to grumble as he crawled in the back.

For the rest of the journey, Bambam never stopped.

——————

When Bambam awoke, it was to low light and a fluffy blanket pulled over him.

Granted, his head was pulsing and he felt like he was about the throw up. Scratch that—the taste of bile was lingering on the tip of his tongue—maybe he already had.

A sliver of light sliced through the room as the door was slowly pushed open, a head popping in to reveal his boyfriend.

“Oh,” Jackson whispered, a bright grin on his lips. “You’re awake.”

Bambam could only groan in response.

“Bad hangover?”

Bambam nodded.

“Hangover soup?”

Bambam nodded again, a small smile beginning to spread across his face.

“Go wash up,” Jackson said fondly, cocking his head in the direction of their bathroom.

Bambam let out a noise that could only be described as a cross between a groan and a whine, and pulled his blanket over his head. He squeezed his eyes shut and sucked in a sharp breath, trying to force his vomit back down.

There was a soft pattering of footsteps and the blanket was tugged off. A gentle hand ran through his bed head and ruffled his hair. “You shouldn’t have drunk so much,” Jackson teased.

This time, Bambam let out a drawn-out whine, opening his eyes to gaze at his boyfriend and blinked sluggishly. “I know,” he pouted.

Jackson chuckled, the sound resounding uncomfortably in Bambam’s ears and making his head pound, but was still a bright, tinkling sound nevertheless.

Before he knew it, a pair of hands were snaking under his back and hoisting him up in the air, and Bambam almost yelped in surprise.

“You need to wash up, Bammie,” came the admonishing words, although Jackson’s tone held no meaning to it all. “You stink,” he teased playfully, wrinkling his nose in mock disgust.

Bambam swung one of his arms up to swat at Jackson’s face.

“I love you too,” Jackson cooed, screwing up his lips and making obnoxious kissing noises. “I love my baby Bammie so much, he’s so adorable, I love my itsy bitsy—”

“My head hurts,” Bambam whined again, squirming about in Jackson’s arms and effortlessly shut his boyfriend up, eyebrows furrowing in concentration as he tried to balance the lanky boy in his arms.

Bambam felt himself being set down on a surface, and he hung his head as he felt his eyes drooping and his head was pounding and maybe the toilet wasn’t such a bad place to fall asleep on, you know—

“Bam,” came a gentle voice. “Come on, you can at least brush your teeth, right?” Jackson nudged his shoulder playfully, slotting a toothbrush in between his fingers. “Get yourself ready, and we’ll be out for your soup in no time.”

After the agonizing half-hour—in Bambam’s opinion—that it took for him to brush his teeth and slip his clothes on, Jackson was threading his fingers through Bambam’s as he tugged the younger out of their apartment and to his car.

Bambam felt the press of muscle against his own arm and warmth begin to spread through his body as Jackson began to walk with a light spring to his step.

“You okay?”

Bambam nodded, pulling his hand out of Jackson’s to wind his arm around the latter’s instead.

Jackson beamed. and Bambam’s heart fluttered. “I hope you had fun, even if you were pretty shitfaced,” Jackson chuckled.

There was a pause from him as Bambam let out a guttural noise, and then Jackson stopped abruptly in his tracks, causing Bambam to almost trip over his own two feet. Thank God for his boyfriend’s steady grip.

“Hey!” Jackson exclaimed in an accusatory tone, whipping to around to glare at his boyfriend. “You tried to make out with Yugyeom last night!”

Bambam’s heart stopped for a moment.

And then it was back to racing like a galloping horse, the loud thump-thump-thumps imitating heavy footfalls and laboured breaths as the horse thundered forward, on and on, ringing blaringly in his ears. Oh dear, what if Jackson was mad; Bambam swears on his life he didn’t remember any of the previous night’s events. What if Bambam did try to make out with his best friend, what if—

“Bammie! I thought you loved me!”

And suddenly Bambam was brought back to the ground. Suddenly Jackson’s words didn’t sound so horrifying, more like a harmless tease, something that was supposed to simply rile Bambam up, ruffle his feathers, jolt him awake just a little more. Maybe Bambam was overreacting—scratch that, he was definitely overreacting.

Suddenly, Jackson’s defiant gaze from below him seemed more like a pitiful kitten looking for their owner’s attention. It was almost identical to the way Latte would paw at his calves when he was hungry.

Bambam stroked his arm appeasingly.

“I do, Jacks,” he smiled warmly, and no matter how much shorter Jackson was compared to him, no matter how uncomfortable the position was to him, Bambam leant down, resting his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder and tightening his grip around the elder’s arm every so slightly. “I love you so, so much Jackson, I’d never want to make out with anyone but you.”

Bambam almost saw Jackson’s eyes shining as the latter pulled him in for a tight embrace, pressing his face into Bambam’s neck and nuzzling in. “I love you too, Bam. I’m so sorry i don’t say it enough.”

They pulled apart, holding each other with bodies nearly pressed flush together, eyes twinkling, ghosts of smiles lingering on their lips.

And then it was over, way too quickly than Bambam would have liked. He wouldn’t admit it, but he adored these moments of sappiness he’d occasionally share with his boyfriend. The moments they hid away from their friends, the public eye. The moments that belonged to them.

Jackson was tugging on Bambam’s hand again, and they continued their walk to the car.

“For real, though, you actually did try to kiss Yugyeom.”

“I’m sorry, Jacks,” Bambam grinned, not sounding very sorry at all.

It barely took them a minute before Jackson’s car appeared in sight, and there was a beeping sound as Jackson pressed the button on his keys to unlock it.

“Ride shotgun today, please?” Jackson quirked his eyebrows hopefully.

Bambam grinned as he slid into the front seat.

And as Jackson started up the car, Bambam slipped his fingers in between Jackson’s.

——————

Bambam was supposed to be in charge of the new guy that day.

Being one of the employees who worked the longest at the coffee shop, he would know how things worked around there. Naturally, the role fell to him.

Well, it could have fallen to Youngjae, who’s worked just about as long as him. But Youngjae had a knack for shirking responsibility, that little traitor, so there they were.

The newest employee, Dowoon, is a bright young man who has too much enthusiasm in his tiny body. He’s willing to do whatever Bambam asks of him, and while it might be little overbearing, Bambam thinks he would make a great barista in the future.

After showing him the basics of brewing coffee, Bambam had been making Dowoon wipe down for about an hour, as the customer stream grew heavier and Bambam and Youngjae were busy behind the counter. As the number of customers began to lessen, and Youngjae snuck into the kitchen to nab a pastry for himself to snack on, Bambam decided to let Dowoon take his very first order.

“Hey,” Bambam smiled as he approached the table Dowoon had been dutifully scrubbing at. “I think you can take your first customer now!” He took the rag from Dowoon’s hand. “Let’s swap. The next customer is yours. Take their order, make sure Youngjae isn’t stealing more food from the kitchen, and serve them their order.” Bambam cocked his head toward the counter. “Simple as that.”

Dowoon’s beam could have rivalled the brightness of the sun.

“I’m on it,” Dowoon saluted, and scurried behind the counter, fingers tapping eagerly on the cash register. From behind, Youngjae emerged from the kitchen, a danish between his teeth and a croissant in his hand.

“You want one?” he offered it to Dowoon.

Dowoon shook his head. “It-it’s fine, Youngjae-hyung. I shouldn’t be eating on the job.”

“Yeah, Youngjae,” Bambam called out dryly from the table he was at.

The door bell jingled.

Dowoon jumped. “Wel-welcome! What can I get you?”

Bambam grinned at the familiar silhouette.

“I know this one,” he called, before the man could even open his mouth to reply. “Caramel frappe, with…” Bambam pretended to ponder. “Extra whip?”

“You know me so well, Bam,” Jackson grinned.

The tips of Dowoon’s ears were a bright pink. “Well,” he smiled. “I’ll get right to it. I mean—Youngjae will get right to it. I don’t—I don’t know how to work the machines yet.” Dowoon was stuttering like a high-schooler at his first day at school.

“It’s my first day…” Dowoon trailed off, the flush spreading to his cheeks.

“No problem,” Jackson smiles warmly, before turning to face Bambam.

“You’re training him?”

Bambam nodded proudly. “I think he’s doing great!”

Jackson walked over and slapped Bambam heartily on the back. (A little too heartily, Bambam might add. He nearly choked on air.) “He’s so sweet. And cute.”

Bambam opened his mouth to reply, when there was a snort from behind the counter, and Dowoon’s face seemed almost as red as a tomato.

“I’ll be back,” he reassured, before ducking behind the counter.

“What’s going on?” He quirked an eyebrow.

“Dowoon thinks your friend here is really handsome,” Youngjae snickered, stuffing his face with the croissant he had saved from earlier to stifle his laughter.

“H-he said I was sweet too. And cute,” Dowoon stuttered.

“Yeah, he sure did,” Bambam frowned.

Dowoon let out a high-pitched noise that could have been a squeal. “Do you think he’d give me his number?”

“I don’t know, Dowoon,” Bambam cocked his head to the side, eyeing the younger. Dowoon, though, bless his adorable self, seemed to be completely oblivious and continued to gape at Jackson as the latter’s head was bent over his phone.

Bambam’s phone pinged.

i think he likes me bam

Bambam clenched his teeth.

i think i should give him my number. he’s a qt

Youngjae, practically about to burst into tears at the whole affair, shakily caps Jackson’s drink and hands it over to the smitten Dowoon. “Finish up your first customer!”

Dowoon looked as if he was about to melt into a puddle on the ground.

“Uh—caramel frappe for Jackson?” he called shyly, and Jackson walked up to the counter with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“That’s me.”

Dowoon reached over to hand the cup to Jackson, before pulling back and grabbing a marker, scribbling something on the side of the cup.

Bambam clenched his fists, his fingernails digging into his palm.

“Here,” Dowoon thrust the cup over, averting Jackson’s gaze.

Jackson grabbed the cup and glanced at Dowoon’s messy handwriting, biting his lip as a smile began to spread across his face.

“Did you just give me your num—”

Bambam reach over the counter to pull on Jackson’s shirt harshly, reeling him in into a rough kiss that cut off whatever the latter was just about to say. He made sure their lips lingered, tilting his head a little to try to deepen the kiss. He felt Jackson’s lips tilt upwards as he played along.

When he finally pulled away, the shit-eating grin was back on Jackson’s face.

“You’re cute when you’re jealous, babe.”

Dowoon let out another high-pitched screech.

(“Oh my god!” Youngjae hollered into the phone—since when did he get on the phone?

“Gyeom! I just watched them kiss. Yes, Jackbam! I just watched the two of them /kiss/—ha! You owe me twenty dollars now!”)

[thetrueghostqueen]

A Fated Prophecy- Euphoria

    Masterlist cover characters prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 

     Watching the movie the night before was probably one of the best stress relieving ideas they had. It gave them a chance to know the girls better and they got to see a side of Adarra they've never seen before, not even Jinyoung.

  Adarra and Yen gave an impromptu performance of Grover's dance to Poker Face before collapsing in a heap on the floor laughing. It made everything fun and light hearted for a time.

   After the dance number the movie was forgotten. Jungkook, Jimin, V and Hoseok did a dance to Tricky. Hoseok and Yugyeom tried to out dance each other. Namjoon even tried dancing but wound up looking like an inflatable swaying thing.

  Mark, Jackson, and Youngjae spent most of the evening collapsing in a fit of giggles. Even Jinyoung joined in on the fun getting up to shake his butt.

  It was a great night and one thing they definitely  needed before the daunting quest they were about to embark on.

  Jungkook couldn't help but wish for some of last night's silliness to still be present. He looked around at all the somber faces of his family as they packed and prepared to leave. He was worried about what laid ahead for them.

   As the thought about how woefully unprepared they were he looked towards the two girls. Especially Yen. In all the years he's know Adarra, the way she was with the girl last night was something new.

  He appreciated the girl for helping his 'sister' open up and be free. The goofy side she brought out of Jinyoung. Jungkook was happy for her presence.

  All to soon everyone was ready and looking to Tae and Yen for the next step. Yen told everyone to hold hands and they were gone.

  Traveling Yen's way was different from the way they traveled with the God's Jungkook thought. Yen's way of traveling reminded him of traveling warp speed on Star Trek.

     They floated through a stream of colors and lights for a few moments before appearing in Japan.

   Everyone looked around and took in their surroundings. They were in a grove of sorts. Yen dropped them on a grassy beach.  They were could see a cave with a shrine ahead of them on the other side of a lake.

  "Are we in the right place?" Namjoon asked looking around. 

  "Yes." said Yen. "That cave is the cave that the Goddess Amaterasu hid in according to legend. It is also the entrance to the library we have to get to.

  "Why didn't you drop us on the other side of the lake?" Jaebum questioned.

  "We have to cross the mortal way. This place is protected by magic. It's a scared place. Up the way is a bridge we can use to cross. We can make it by nightfall and camp out in the cave.

  Everyone followed Yen. The sounds of their breathing and trudging feet the only noise throughout the area. Maybe it was because it was a sacred spacelike Yen said but the Gods felt a peaceful serenity fall over them. 

  They were feeling Euphoric. It was a blissful calm they wanted to last. Everyone but Tae and Yen began to slow down. Lost to the feeling. A utopia of sorts.

  Tae and Yen were the only ones not affected. They stood in fear as slowly all 15 Gods succumbed to the grove. They needed to get them out of the grove and into the cave before the Gods were lost to them for good.

   Tae grabbed her husband and carried him over her back leaving Yen to help the rest. Unlike Tae, Yen didn't piggyback any of the Gods. Instead she breathed her essence into them so they could withstand the power the grove was wielding over them.

   Yugyeom was the last to receive her essence. As she touched her lips to his an electric jolt seared through her core.

  Yugyeom's eyes shot open. His arms wrapping around her waist automatically. He could feel her smile against his lips. "Welcome back." she whispered.

  She grinned looking around at all the Gods. 

  "What happened?" Jimin groaned feeling like he'd been hit by a freight train.

   "Let's get to the cave and then I will explain. My essence won't last long." She broke apart from Yugyeom and began moving again.

  The rest of the journey to the cave passed without incident. They found places to sit and relax then looked to Yen for an explanation about what happened. 

  "So..." BamBam started.

  "You all fell victim to the protective magic that surrounds the grove."

  "Why didn't it affect the two of you?" Youngjae asked.

  "We are immune to almost every kind of magic." Tae answered.

  "Are you... Are you God's like us?" V asked.

  "No." Yen answered. "At least we don't think so. The Fates fall into their own category of beings. We possess the power of Gods. We're immune to magic. We can shift like the shifters. Our only weakness is we can't shut our abilities."

  "What do you mean?" Seokjin asked. "You can't shut off your abilities."

  Yen sighed. "As a Fate we are always active. Tae is the Fate of past and present. One of her eyes can see all of you but the other is literally seeing everything and everyone all over the world. I am the Fate of past and future. For every being in existence with the exception of the Gods I see a plethora of options every second.

  "In layman's terms we are freaks." Tae spoke. "Gods hate us because their powers don't work on us. Mortals hate us because they think we are playing with their lives. Super naturals feel the same." 

  Yen gave a soft smile to her sister and found a seat.

  Namjoon looked at the two girls and then at his family. He could see the exhaustion on their faces. It's been a long day and the magic over taking them didn't help. "We should eat and call it a night. We'll brainstorm in the morning."

  Everyone nodded in agreement. 

[ahgaseda]

got7 reacts to you grabbing them by the necklace or collar

↝ mark: hands off the goods sweetheart. he gonna act like he mad about it. but then he would tease you like the little flirty shit he is. his hands would land on your waist as he bit his lip. all the while he would look down to see your hands on him. he would pull you closer until your hips were touching. then he would ask you to escort him to the bedroom. dont be surprised when you feel a strong grip on your butt.

↝ jaebum: you are out of your mind. he doesnt care if youre in that kind of mood he does not appreciate being grabbed like this. at least thats what he thinks at first. deep down hes resisting the urge to pounce on you. he has a lot of pride and wants to appear in control. but he may tell himself to just chill for once and enjoy your current mood. youre not usually such a frisky instigator and its totally fueling his ego.

↝ jackson: baby you have my undivided attention. he would start lifting his eyebrows up and down. without hesitation he will close the last of the gap and crash his lips on yours. jackson would literally let you drag him around the house by his necklace. it wouldnt faze him whatsoever. all he cares about is how hot and bothered you are for him. you might feel his hands slip under your shirt to touch your bare sides and waist to rile you further.

↝ jinyoung: can i help you find something? he will glance down at your hands on his collar and narrow his eyes. hes going to look so annoyed but a smirk will break through. he would wonder what has gotten into you. when you explain that how he looked at the moment was having a very carnal effect on you he would be rather pleased. he will absolutely wanna help you scratch that itch. he will ask you to tell him in detail what you want from him.

↝ youngjae: i am conflicted about this. he may get all pouty and whiny about being manhandled. but when he realizes why youre doing it he will start singing a different tune. he definitely would let you lead him around by your grip on his collar. because you have him wrapped around your little finger and hes not ashamed to play it up. he will ask sweetly if he can have a kiss while he is already leaning in to get one.

↝ bambam: i would rather you grab something else. his lips will break out into the biggest smile. oh you just cant keep your hands off of him and hes living for it. one minute the two of you are flirting like a pair of horny lovebirds. and the next youre up against the wall with his lips on your neck. there is no in between. he will always reward your aggressive behavior with steamy affection. he loves to encourage you. 

↝ yugyeom: you are playing with fire. you have officially activated fuckboy mode. he is going to taunt the living daylights out of you. you will honestly start to wonder if hes mocking you because hes not gonna hold back with his teasing. he totally the type to pull your hands from his necklace and put them around his waist. then he will ask if you wanna dance with him. and when he says dance he really doesnt mean dance.

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GOT7 Reaction: How They Would Use Toys On You

A/N: Hellooo I hope everyone had a good day enjoy! 

ANNDD also some of these aren’t toys buut yeet enjoy

Mark Tuan

You and Mark had been trying to get a little more adventurous in your sex life. Tonight as you were both sitting on the couch your make-out session got a little more heated than usual. You were on top of him straddling his hips as he was sitting up. He pulled away from you saying “wait here I have a surprise”. You got off of him watching him walk into your room and come back out with something in his hand. He laid you back so you were leaning on the arm of the chair. He pulled your pants down your legs and began to lick up your heat. You closed your eyes but soon opened them in surprise as you felt him press a vibrator against your core. You threw your head back in bliss as he continued to to hold it on your core watching your reaction to every different setting. 

Jackson Wang

You were actually in the middle of the act when he went and opened the nightstand drawer right next to your bed. He was just trying to find a condom but instead he found something a little more interesting. What he pulled out was a dildo that you use when he’s away. “Oh? and what is this used for?” he said smirking at you. You hesitated for a second before answering back “I u-use it when you’re gone”. He looked you in the eyes saying “show me how you use it when I’m gone”. You grabbed the toy from him beginning to insert it into yourself and pump it in and out. You honestly forgot he was in the room for a good couple of seconds and you absentmindedly moaned out his name. You heard him groan as he grabbed your wrist. “That’s enough. My turn” he said as you pulled the toy out of yourself. 

Choi Youngjae

You were underneath Youngjae on you back as he kissed your neck. You reached down to undo his belt but he stopped you. “Uh uh I’m in charge tonight” he said grabbing your wrists. He sat up and undid his belt grabbing your wrists again and wrapping them together into his belt. As he kissed down your body you kept squirming underneath him trying to undo the belt. He just chuckled to himself as he watched you pout at him. “If you’re good I’ll take it off princess” he said smirking at you. You just whimpered and threw your head back into the pillow just wishing he’d stop teasing you.

Park Jinyoung 

Jinyoung loved to tease you and tonight was no different. His favorite thing to do to you was take you right to the edge but never let you actually fall over it. He had you on your back on the bed as he kissed down your body getting closer to your heat. He stopped once he kissed all around your inner thighs reaching into your nightstand and pulling out the vibrator you use when he’s gone. “Did you really think you could hide this from me?” he said smirking at you. He turned it on and placed it right on your most sensitive area. You moaned out his name and threw your head back into the pillow under you. As soon as you were about to cum he pulled it away from you turning it off. “I’ll finish you off myself baby don’t worry” he said putting the vibrator down. 

Im Jaebum (JB)

Jaebum is always trying new things out on you. Before you went out one night he stood in the door way holding a box for you. You grabbed the box out of his hand watching him smirk at you before you read the words on the package. He had actually bought you remote controlled vibrating panties. “Put them on if you’re feeling adventurous” he said winking at you before walking out of the room. You decided to just do it knowing you weren’t hanging out with anyone but him for the night. You put them on and walked out handing him the remote smiling at him. He looked at you surprised not believing that you had actually done it. He smirked and pressed the button turning them on. You stopped in your tracks stifling a moan. Jaebum just chuckled to himself turning them off and walking towards you to get his coat. “You won’t last an hour” he said laughing as he passed you.

Bam Bam

Bam Bam was never really into toys knowing that he could get you off on his own. He knew that you wanted to be a little more adventurous so he decided to buy a butt plug for you.  One night before you both got too far into it he stopped saying “I’ll be right back” before running to a bag across the room and pulling out the new toy. He held it up so you could see what it was. “Wanna try it?” he said cocking one eyebrow up. You nodded saying yes before he lubed it up and slid it into you. It took you a second to get used to the feeling but as soon as you did you both continued on in your session.

Kim Yugyeom

You were pressed up against the wall as soon as you had gotten home from your date. Yugeyom was kissing your neck as you leaned your head back closing your eyes. He broke apart from you grabbing your hand leading you into the bedroom. He pushed you up against the wall in there as he reached into his bag next to your bed. He pulled out a vibrator and you were now happy that you had worn a skirt. He pulled your leg up to wrap around his waist as he turned the toy on. He pressed it to your core which made you moan out his name as you leaned your head back onto the wall behind you. He continued to kiss your neck while he rubbed the toy up and down your now dripping core. He turned it off before you came and put your leg down leading you to the bed. “Just be patient princess we’ve barely started.” 

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GOT7 / Ice skating with their S/O

Request: could u do a got7 ice skating scenario?

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Mark

He insisted this was his first time skating and yet, while you kept trying to stay up by holding onto the side railings, Mark tried to pull you into the middle of the ice rink, staying up on his own, with no support whatsoever.

“Y/n, come on, it’s not a real ice skating experience if you’re going to hold onto the railing all the time!” he whined. “I’ll hold you, I promise, just let go of the rail.”

Taking a deep breath, you removed one hand from the rail, noticing your boyfriend smile widely. “Mark, you’re not a professional at this, either. You might let go of me and I will fall—”

“I won’t let go and you won’t fall,” he said, starting to get impatient. “Come on, let’s go!”

You closed your eyes for a moment and finally let go of the wall, staying up on your feet just because Mark was holding your body close to his.

“See?” he asked as he tried to skate closer to the middle of the rink, while dragging you with him, not letting go of you just like he’d promised. “Is that so—”

But before he could finish his sentence, a pair of amateur skaters – much like the two of you – accidentally tumbled down on ice right next to you, landing too close to Mark and causing him to attempt to skate away from them. However, his lack of experience and your close proximity caused him to trip.

Even when he felt like the fall was inevitable, he still tried to regain his balance by releasing you. As he should have expected, you could have fallen down at the smallest push, so as soon as Mark released his grip on you, you were already slipping and Mark, who’s been in the process of falling, finally completed it, landing on his ass and dragging you right down with him.

Fortunately for you, you landed entirely on Mark and only bruised one of your knees. Mark, on the other hand, hurt himself pretty badly and ended up having to finish the skating session by holding onto the railing, while you smiled victoriously, repeatedly reminding him that you told him so.

JB

As soon as you suggested going skating, he was a bit hesitant. However, it took one teasing smile, suggesting that he didn’t want to go because he didn’t know how to skate, and Jaebum was already dragging you out of the door and into the ice rink.

It wasn’t your first time skating, so you knew the basics, but you still weren’t extremely good at it. Jaebum, however, stepped on the ice for the first time ever and he couldn’t figure out the way his feet were working while inside of the ice skates for the life of him.

“Jae,” you asked, watching how it took him nearly ten minutes to get from the entrance of the rink to where you were standing two meters away. “Take my hand, I’ll help you.”

“No, I got this,” he replied, refusing your support. “It can’t be much harder than roller-skat—oh!”

He slipped mid-sentence, grabbing the railing so he wouldn’t fall. He took another moment to readjust his position and then raised his eyes with a proud smile, while you shook your head at his stubbornness.

“Okay, now skate towards me,” you said, skating away a little bit further from him.

“Hey, no!” Jaebum said, letting go of the railing and squatting slightly while he extended his hands to keep the balance. “You’re skating further away from me!”

“Well, that’s what you’re supposed to do,” you replied. “You’re not supposed to come here and just stand on ice.”

“I’m trying here,” Jaebum replied, carefully raising his foot off the ice to take a step towards you.

“Jae, you’re not supposed to walk, you’re supposed to skat—watch out!”

Just as you turned around to check if your boyfriend was making any progress, you saw a somewhat experienced skater skate right past Jaebum at a speed so fast, someone would have thought this was an Olympic competition. In fact, you thought you could hear the other person’s scarf slap Jaebum’s leather jacket as they skated past him.

Obviously, this was more than enough for Jaebum to lose his balance and even though you tried to skate towards him to help him stay up, Jaebum landed on his ass before you could reach him.

“Okay,” you said decidedly, extending your hand for him to take. “Enough of this ‘I’m a strong independent man’ act, Jae. You’re holding my hand for the rest of the session.”

Pouting, he took your hand and carefully tried to stand up, slipping a few more times and almost dragging you down with him.

Jackson

It became a tradition for the two of you to go skating every holiday season. And yet, as you slowly improved and could now skate without holding onto the wall, Jackson’s improvement was indescribable. He could probably dance ballet with ice skates in your second year of the relationship.

“Y/n, skating backwards is seriously not as hard as they say,” he kept telling you.

“Jackson, I can barely skate forwards,” you insisted.

“You can skate just fine,” Jackson said almost tauntingly as he skated in circles around you. “Come on, I’ll help you, here, take my hands.”

Skeptically, you held onto him while Jackson started to skate towards you, forcing you to move backwards.

“Skate slowly, as if you would if you were moving forward,” Jackson instructed.

Slowly, you started to move your feet just like he told you to. And it seemed to work. For the first few seconds, anyway.

Jackson – so excited about the fact that he was doing a fantastic job as your teacher –  forgot to look at the people behind you, and right as he was opening his mouth to praise you – and himself – the two of you collided into three poor teenage girls who were all holding hands while skating.

“I’m so sorry!” you said immediately while Jackson rolled away from the pile of people, all while genuinely trying not to laugh. “My boyfriend is blind, apparently. Really, we’re very sorry.”

The three girls, moaning and whining to each other, ignored you and then skated away as soon as they stood up, while Jackson remained on the ice, staring at the sky.

“Okay, you really are a teacher extraordinaire, Jackson,” you mumbled angrily and heard Jackson laugh. “Get up before you catch a cold or some people trip over you.”

“I swear, those girls showed up out of nowhere,” he said, extending his hands so you’d help him up.

You just rolled your eyes, taking his hands into yours and just as you prepare to pull him up, he dragged you down, so you landed right in his arms.

“What the hell, Jackson?” you groaned, slapping his shoulder while he laughed again. “We’re literally sitting on ice in the middle of an ice rink. We look stupid.”

“It’s romantic,” Jackson countered, dramatically gesturing around you. “Everyone else is skating and being a part of a crowd, while the two of us created a world of our own right here.”

“I’m sure it’s very romantic,” you said, attempting to stand. “But my butt is frozen. Maybe we can create a world of our own someplace less crowded and less cold.”

Jinyoung

You’ve both skated before, which is why both of you were somewhat good at it when you went skating together. Naturally, after perfecting your talent in skating as much as you could, the two of you were kind of bored and wanted a little more fun.

“Have you noticed that they always play Christmas music in ice rinks?” Jinyoung asked you, as the two of you held hands and circled the rink.

“Well, of course,” you said. “It’s a seasonal rink. It opens in November and closes again in February, I think. It’s normal that they play Christmas music.”

“Still, how many Christmas songs are there? I’m pretty sure they just play Last Christmas and Let It Snow on repeat,” Jinyoung said. “Would be nice to hear something else. Like Mariah.”

“You can always just sing and provide your own soundtrack,” you suggested jokingly.

Jinyoung, however, saw this as a challenge. “You don’t think I’d do it?”

You stopped skating for a moment. “No, I know you’d do it, I just mean—”

“I don’t want a lot for Christmas!” Jinyoung screamed in a high-pitched voice, forcing the people nearby, as well as you, to flinch. “There is just one thing I need!”

“Jinyou—”

“I don’t care about the presents!” he continued to yell, completely ignoring you and your blushing cheeks that seemed to make him even more amused. “Underneath the Christmas tree!”

“Please stop,” you asked, covering your face with your scarf as the people around you started to stop and stare at him.

“I don’t need to hang my stocking!” Jinyoung continued, taking a deep breath. “There upon the fireplace! Santa Claus won’t make me happy! With a toy on—”

By now, you started to skate away from him in embarrassment and Jinyoung stopped singing because he started to laugh. He regained his posture fairly quickly, though.

“I just want you for my own!” he yelled, skating after you. “More than you could ever know!

“I don’t know this guy!” you screamed, still attempting to skate away from him, but he kept following you, and everyone in the ice rink was already aware of the weirdo with an obnoxiously loud voice and his mortified girlfriend.

“Make my wish come true!” Jinyoung screamed, skating a little faster, so he could catch up to you and wrap his arms around you while you squealed in shock and then hid your face in his chest. He laughed at your reaction again but tried to finish the song nevertheless. “All I want for Christmas is you!”

“You’re the worst,” you mumbled, still hiding your face, as you listened to some people in the rink applaud him while he waved at them, giving everyone smiles as if he just finished an actual performance.

“You love me,” he said to you then. “Now show me your face or I’ll continue with Celine Dion.”

Youngjae

He had trouble getting the hang of skating. You thought you figured it out, so naturally, you tried to help him, too.

“Keep your feet straight,” you said. “Or you’ll hurt yourself when you’re slipping.”

“I can’t keep them straight, these shoes have a blade on them. A blade, Y/n,” Youngjae said, genuinely concerned for his well-being after this session.

“Yeah, ice skates usually have blades on them, Youngjae,” you replied, not hiding the fact that you found his worries to be amusing. “They’re not going to hurt you, though.”

Youngjae was still skeptical but he held your hand and finally released the rail, allowing you to lead him closer to the middle of the ice rink. Although Youngjae wasn’t drastically taller than you, it still looked amusing to other people when this tough looking guy held onto his seemingly tiny girlfriend so he wouldn’t fall.

“I think I’m getting the hang of it,” Youngjae said, not realizing that he was only moving because you were slowly skating backwards and dragging him after you.

“Yeah, your feet are in the correct position,” you said. “I’m going to stop now, okay? You try to move on your own.”

A little more confident, Youngjae nodded. You stopped a second later and watched as he carefully removed his hands from your shoulders and stood still for a moment. As soon as it looked like he was ready to attempt to slide forwards, he lost his balance, nearly falling backwards, but quickly standing up again, after he moved his legs further apart. Only they kept moving.

“Jae…” you said slowly, watching your boyfriend attempt to stop his legs from spreading further apart on ice. “Do you need any help before you do an actual split on ice?”

“Please,” he said in a weak voice.

Trying not to laugh too much, you grabbed his hands, pulling him closer to you and helping him stand up straight again. It took Youngjae another few moments to calm his beating heart down.

“I think it’s obvious I won’t be figure skating anytime soon,” he said, still trying to catch his breath. Then he noticed a child gliding smoothly on ice with the help of a penguin skate aid. “Do you think they make those for adults? Because I could really use one.”

“Unless your height isn’t above one meter, I’m guessing no,” you said.

“That’s sad,” Youngjae said, still tightly holding on to you. “You’ll have to be my penguin skate aid, then.”

BamBam

BamBam wasn’t very good at skating, though he was slightly better than you and that was more than enough for him to feel confident on the ice.

“Bam,” you said sternly as you watched him start skating faster in an attempt to do a pirouette. “Bam, you’re going to—”

As soon as he lifted one leg off from the ice to spin around, his entire body wobbled and no attempts to regain his balance saved him from the unceremonious fall on his ass.

“—hurt yourself,” you finished and skated towards him to see if he was okay, all while trying not to laugh. “Are you in pain?”

“Uh, no,” BamBam said. “It’s all part of my performance. I just did this to distract you from the stunning twirl I’m about to do when I get up.”

Smiling, you shook your head. “Do you need help getting up?”

“No, I’ll do it,” BamBam said and then after a quick moment added, “When my entire backside stops hurting.”

“I told you not to do it,” you said. “You never listen to me.”

“That’s because you don’t believe I’m a talented ice skater,” he said stubbornly as he attempted to stand up but ended up slipping and falling back down again.

Covering your mouth with your hand, you tried to hide your laughter but BamBam saw it and rolled his eyes. “You’re just jealous.”

“Oh, I’m jealous? Why? Because you can’t stand up?” you said, laughing again. “Come on, let me help you.”

“No, I’ve got this,” he said, attempting to stand up again, but falling one more time, thus proving that he, in fact, did not ‘got this.’

You patiently waited until he finally gave up but surprisingly, BamBam figured out a different way to get back on his feet. He shuffled on his ass towards the wall of the ice rink, and grabbing the rail, finally managed to stand back up.

“Voilà,” he said, turning to look at you.

As you started to laugh at this, BamBam attempted to bow dramatically but ended up losing his footing and ended up on his ass again.

Laughing even harder, you skated towards him and carefully lowered yourself so you were sitting on the ice next to him.

“What are you doing?” he asked, brushing a hand against his back and hissing once he touched the spot that he fell on.

“Well, this fall looked like it hurt, I think you should ice it,” you said, stopping for a moment to laugh at the unintentional pun. “It’ll probably take you a while to stand back up, so I’ll keep you company.”

Groaning, BamBam leaned against the wall of the rink. “I think my ice skating career might be coming to an end.”

“Yeah, I think so, too,” you agreed. “Maybe that’s for the best, Bam. I need you alive.”

Yugyeom

You would have never been able to tell that this was Yugyeom’s first time on ice. Somehow, it took him ten minutes until he was already skating around you while you were too afraid to straighten your posture in case you’d fall, so you kept moving slowly while half-squatting.

“Y/n,” he said. “You won’t learn how to skate if you can’t even stand up.”

“Easy for you to say,” you said. “You learn everything in, like, five seconds.”

“That’s not true. It took me at least ten minutes to learn how to skate.”

After seeing your annoyed expression, Yugyeom quickly understood that this was not the right thing to say.

Clearing his throat awkwardly, he took your hands into his, helping you stand up. Immediately you felt like you were going to fall, but Yugyeom wrapped his arms around his waist, almost losing his balance himself, but managing to stay up.

“Yugy, we’re going to fall,” you said.

“You don’t trust me?” he asked, slowly skating forwards although you could feel the way his legs wobbled.

“I’m not sure,” you said. “Ask me that again after I break my hip after falling down or after the blades of your ice skates impale me.”

Yugyeom laughed. “Let’s not get dramatic. I can support us as long as no one skates right into me.”

Biting your lip, you chose to listen to him because, frankly, the only way you could actually move on the ice was if he was holding you. And you’d have been lying if you’d said you didn’t enjoy being so close to him, despite looking ridiculous to other couples whose only form of PDA while ice skating was holding hands.

“We probably look stupid,” you said, not moving and allowing Yugyeom to guide you around the ice rink, not releasing you for one moment.

“Probably,” he agreed. “But I’m okay with that. At least you’re finally having fun… You are having fun, right?”

“As long as I’m not laying unconscious on the ice, I’m having a blast,” you replied, making him laugh.

“I’ll make sure you stay conscious the whole session,” he said, carefully skating around a lost child who just stood in the middle of the ice rink, watching both of you with wide eyes.

“That kid skates better than me,” you said. “He probably thinks I’m a loser.”

“Y/n, he was just standing there. He’s probably looking for his parents,” Yugyeom replied. “And he better not be thinking about you at all. I came here to enjoy my time with you, not to be jealous of everyone watching you.”

It was your turn to laugh. “He’s barely five years old, Yugyeom.”

“That doesn’t change my point,” he replied. “I’m really glad you can’t skate on your own because I get to hold you and this way let everyone know that you’re my girlfriend.”

“Get a banner next time, too, will you?” you joked.

“Oh, that’s a fantastic idea,” Yugyeom played along. “I’ll glue your picture and then write ‘that’s my girlfriend’ in big capital letters. And in smaller ones underneath it, I’ll add ‘she can’t skate at all but I still love her.’”

[starrymarktuan]

Protective Instinct

» Pairing: Park Jinyoung x Reader

» Genre: Fluff

» Word Count: 3,744

» Description: Jinyoung is the boy-next-door, jock-god. You’re stuck in a shitty relationship. He makes it his mission to break the two of you up.

» Part of the Varsity Jacket Series

The group of jock-gods was lingering near the refreshments table, distributing red solo cups and laughing at an inside joke. Once everyone was properly armed with alcohol, they dispersed -

Im Jaebum walked over to the screen door, stepping outside to greet his girlfriend and kissing her lightly on the lips. BamBam and Kim Yugyeom walked deeper into the living room and stole the karaoke mics from unsuspecting partiers, beginning to sing randomly and at the top of their lungs. Choi Youngjae wandered into the kitchen where his crush was munching on stale potato chips and talking animatedly with a friend. And Jackson Wang sauntered outside, where he’d spotted his latest fuck-buddy shivering in the cold.

Park Jinyoung walked over to the dining room with Mark Tuan, where a game of beer pong had already begun. Jinyoung put his name down for the next turn with Mark, before moving to chat with some of his classmates. 

After a few minutes, Jinyoung slid into place behind the dining room table, replacing the very drunk girl who had just lost. He saw Mark out of the corner of his eye, toting said girl outside. Jinyoung brushed it off - Mark could take care of himself.

Instead, he picked up a ping pong ball and looked up at his opponent. It was a big beefy guy, who was already quite drunk. He smirked and slurred his words, “You think you can beat me, pretty boy?” He leaned against the edge of the flimsy table, and the whole contraption flipped end over end. The cups of beer slid off in a messy rush, sticky golden beer staining everything it touched. The drunk, beefy dude ended up on the floor, underneath the table, moaning in pain.

Jinyoung still held the ping pong ball in mid-air, his mouth hanging open in surprise. All the other witnesses did the same, standing on the perimeter of the room in shock. You saw the mess happening from your spot at the drinks table and rushed over quickly, breaking the tension.

“Are you okay?” you said, trying (and failing) to push the table off of him. Your boyfriend grunted in response, and you pushed desperately on the table, but to no avail.

Jinyoung, awakened to his senses by your entrance, hurried around the side and helped lift the table off of him. When you finally cleared away the table, and the destroyed solo cups that covered him, you found your boyfriend. He’d fallen asleep and was snoring quietly, underneath the mess. He was that drunk.

“Oh,” Jinyoung said, stifling a chuckle, “Wow.”

You covered your face in embarrassment, turning to him and whispering, “Thanks.” You crouched down and shook your boyfriend awake, supporting him as he stood up and walking out of the party with him.

Jinyoung watched you go in amazement, a new light in his eyes. Jaebum slammed the screen door shut as he reentered the party, muttering curses under his breath. Jinyoung grabbed the back of his jacket as he passed, still not taking his eyes off of your retreating figure.

“Who is that?” Jinyoung said, speaking over Jaebum’s frustrated muttering. Jaebum scrunched his face up and tried to concentrate on the profile he saw escaping through the doorway.

“That looks like Y/N,” Jaebum said, “She’s in my history course. Smart. Nice. Her boyfriend’s a douchebag though - always making inappropriate jokes, and stuff like that.”

“Then that’s definitely her,” Jinyoung said, remembering the horrific sight of your boyfriend collapsed on the floor beneath the dining room table, asleep. His eyebrows pulled together as he asked, “What’s the story with the boyfriend?”

“Ken Something,” Jaebum said, shaking his head, “I don’t know - all I know is that he’s always eating Doritos and shit in class, is always interrupting the professor and honestly, doesn’t seem like he treats Y/N well.”

That fixed it in Jinyoung’s mind. He’d felt the spark of initial attraction when he’d seen you before, but now he had to know more.

Now at home, your boyfriend collapsed on the couch. He hadn’t woken up the entire trip home, even when you bumped his head on the car door when getting into the uber. He was out.

Your roommate, hearing the noise, emerged from the bathroom, a toothbrush still dangling from her mouth. Jihyo rolled her eyes at the sight, “Drunk again?”

“Yes,” you sighed, looking at him as he slept and feeling repulsed slightly. You swallowed it down like bile that crept up your throat. You’d been having this sort-of repulsed feeling a lot lately, but you’d managed to keep it down for the most part. But as his shirt rode up his stomach to reveal the developing beer gut, his grating snores echoing in the room, you found it more difficult than usual.

“Seriously sweetie, why are you with him?” Jihyo asked, taking the toothbrush from her mouth and looking at you intently. You drew your gaze away from your boyfriend to look at her seriously -

“You know why Ji.”

She sighed and turned to walk back to the bathroom, saying one last thing before she left: “Fine. But he can’t crash here anymore. After tonight.”

You watched her disappear, the door clicking shut with a new kind of finality. The room was shrouded in darkness again, the only light coming from the gap at the bottom of the bathroom door. You sank onto the coffee table, your head falling into your hands.

Jihyo was right of course. This behavior was unacceptable. But what could you do?

Jinyoung woke up the next morning feeling energized. He’d gone home shortly after his encounter with you and your boyfriend, barely intoxicated except on his own determination. He dressed quickly and went out for his ritual run, the chill of six a.m. barely touching him as he sprinted across campus. The headphones planted into his ears played a melody with a fast tempo, so that his feet slapped the pavement with every offbeat, his heart pounding against his ribcage.

Jinyoung skidded to a sudden stop, though, at the sight of your lumbering boyfriend making his way across campus. There was a purple bruise that had swollen on his forehead, presumably from when the table had fallen on top of him. Even from this distance, he seemed dirty and hungover, a complete mess.

For the second time, the sight of this idiot stopped Jinyoung dead in his tracks. What did you see in him? The only way to find out, he figured, was to ask you. But before that, you’d need to be introduced.

Jinyoung felt his heartbeat slow as he stood still, pulling his phone out of the armband on his bicep and opening the “Ballers” group chat.

Jinyoung

6:43 AM: I need to know everything about Y/N.

It took another hour and forty-five minutes for someone to respond. Jinyoung has finished his run, showered and gotten breakfast. He’d just opened his Business & Management textbook when his phone dinged!

Mark

8:32 AM: Who?

Jinyoung looked at the message and huffed, that wasn’t very much help. Where was Jaebum? He knew Y/N, why hasn’t he responded?

Yugyeom

8:34 AM: Look at this pic someone sent me!!

And then there was a picture of Youngjae, naked and face down in the dirt - his butt exposed to the world.

“Oh my god,” Jinyoung said, shaking his head in disbelief. So much for his team being any help at all.

Mark did bring it up on Monday though, sitting next to him in lecture.

“So, who is Y/N?

“This girl I met at the party this weekend.”

“And she didn’t immediately fall for you?” Mark smirked, “Odd.” Jinyoung shoved him jokingly, opening his notebook to get ready for class. Mark looked at him expectantly, so Jinyoung filled him in quickly on the details.

“And all JB would tell me is her name and that her boyfriend’s an asshole,” Jinyoung frowned, “Oh, and that she’s in his history course.”

“Oh, I’m in that class too,” Mark said, furrowing his eyebrows. Jinyoung looked at him hopefully, a new light in his eyes. He thought for a moment, “I think Jihyo’s roommate was named Y/N...Ji was my partner for a project a couple weeks ago. Let me see…” Mark pulled out his phone and texted her quickly. He closed his messages and put his phone down as the instructor took his place in front of the class. Mark watched Jinyoung out of the corner of his eye, he was carefully labeling his notes with today’s topic. He sighed and said, quietly, “Seriously dude, what’s your plan though? To break them up?”

And that’s what Jinyoung thought about for the next forty-five minutes. After the professor dismissed the class, Mark checked his phone and filled him in, “Jihyo said she’s at the quad, we can meet her there.”

Still, at home, you were talking your boyfriend out of an afternoon quickie. You held your hands up defensively and backed away from him, “You have class in twenty minutes, babe,” you said, smiling to give the effect of playfulness.

“You know it won’t take that long,” he smirked and chuckled. You laughed at his remark too, putting your hands on his biceps and forcefully turning him towards the door.

“But you have to get across campus! You need to hurry!” He grunted in response and begrudgingly walked out the door. Without even thinking about it, you locked it once he left. You sank down onto the couch in defeat, your nose wrinkling at the smell of his alcohol-laden sweat that had seeped into the fabric. You swiped the Febreeze can off the coffee table and sprayed the couch maliciously until the whole room smelled obnoxiously like lavender. You stormed out in frustrated annoyance.

Jihyo was sitting on a bench with a book open on her lap when Jinyoung and Mark walked up. She had been surprised to get Mark’s text - even when they’d paired up for class he’d been quite distant. But seeing Jinyoung with him, she understood it wasn’t about him at all. It was about Jinyoung. And you.

“Um, hi,” Jinyoung said, standing in front of Jihyo and squinting his eyes against the sunlight. He smiled hopefully, his pulse quickening in anxiety.

Looking up at him, Jihyo understood why all the girls were so obsessed. He was that guy - cute, polite, sweet. The guy that everyone wanted to take home to their parents. The guy you deserved.

“Gotta run,” Mark said, glancing down at his watch, “Have fun kids,” he smirked, darting off for his next class. Jinyoung shoved his fist nervously into the pockets of his varsity jacket.

“So, can I buy you a coffee?”

Sitting across from Jihyo at the campus café, Jinyoung wondered why he was so nervous. He didn’t even know you. Why did he care so much?

Jihyo, seemingly reading his thoughts (or his expression rather), said, “It’s probably just a protective instinct.” When Jinyoung furrowed his brow at her, she explained: “That’s probably why you like her so much. Protective instinct. Because Ken’s a dick.”

“Her boyfriend?”

Jihyo nodded and sipped her coffee, “Ken. They’ve been going out since high school.”

Jinyoung’s jaw dropped, “Why?”

Jihyo looked at him seriously, inspecting his gaze. She sighed and put her cup on the table decisively, “Look, I don’t know how seriously you’re taking this but you’re like a perfect guy, which is why I’m going to let this protective instinct thing happen. Ken…” she paused, the suspense killing Jinyoung very, very slowly, “Ken saved her life.”

Outside, you passed by the coffee shop quickly, walking to class in rush. The exchange with Ken earlier had left you frazzled and running late. But you paused when you saw Jihyo and the sight of a familiar varsity jacket. You craned your neck around and caught sight of the person she was with. He was definitely one of the jock-gods, but his name escaped you. He was the one that had helped you at the party...right?

You pulled out your phone and typed quickly, resuming you walk -

Y/N

11:53 AM: You and a jock-god??? SPILL

Jihyo

11:54 AM: We’ll talk later.

You rolled your eyes at her ominous text and kept walking to class. Once there, with a minute to spare, you slid into your seat next to Jaebum, the only person that you knew in this class (and then only because he was in your other class, too).

“Hey, how was your weekend?”

You saw him clench his jaw in frustration, his fingers clenching the cuff of his varsity jacket tightly. You raised your eyebrows at him in surprise but decided not to push it further. After a minute or so, he seemed to recover and he finished unpacking his bag.

“By the way,” he said, casually, as if he’d never been angry at all, “Did Jinyoung ever talk to you?”

“Jinyoung?” you wondered, flipping through your notebook to find the page of notes you’d left off on.

“Yeah, he said he’d helped you out at the party the other night? Tall?” he raised his hand about a head taller than him, “Dark hair? Has this whole boy-next-door thing going for him? Varsity jacket?” He pointed to the one he was wearing as if to prove his point.

“Oh,” you said, the pieces clicking in your mind, “Oh, yeah. That was embarrassing. I just saw him at the café with Jihyo - are they dating?” you exclaimed suddenly, excitement bubbling in your voice.

“What?” Jaebum said, chuckling as he shook his head, “No. He likes you.”

“But…” you said, tapping your pencil against your notebook, “I have a boyfriend.”

“If that’s what you want to call him,” Jaebum said bitterly.

“Excuse me?” you said suddenly, staring at him in astonishment.

“Look,” Jaebum said, holding his hands in the air, “Maybe it’s none of my business, but that guy is a complete asshole and he treats you like shit, Y/N. Jinyoung isn’t perfect...but he’d treat you well.”

“Thanks for your concern,” you said, turning away from him, your voice clipping the words harshly. Jaebum sighed and shook his head, turning to his own notes.

When he had begun his own work, you deflated, your defense collapsing. Jaebum didn’t get it, he didn’t understand, and he didn’t know the history. Ken...Ken had saved your life. And he had suffered for it.

In high school, you’d dated for about a month (not a great month, but an okay one) when Ken had pushed you out of the way of a car and gotten hit himself. He’d hit the asphalt harshly and spent the next two weeks in the hospital. He still had trouble with pain, sometimes...

How could you break up with someone after they saved your life?

As soon as that thought entered your mind, another one followed (as had been the trend these days), how long till that excuse no longer applies?

Jinyoung sat back in shock, staring at Jihyo in disbelief. Jihyo nodded and took another drink of her coffee, “So that’s the story.”

“That’s it?” Jinyoung all but yelled.

Jihyo choked on her coffee in shock, “What do you mean that’s it?”

“I get that she didn’t want to break up with him right after he saved her life, but it’s been years,” Jinyoung exclaimed, “And he treats her like shit!”

Jihyo rolled her eyes, “I don’t think it’s that easy for her.”

“I have to talk to her,” Jinyoung said suddenly.

“Typical,” Jihyo muttered under her breath before saying, “You don’t even know her.”

“Introduce us,” Jinyoung insisted.

Jihyo sighed and thought it out. Jinyoung was far from perfect, she could see that clearly, but he seemed to genuinely care about you. She sensed that he would want to end your relationship with Ken even if he didn’t get to be with you. He just...cared.

“She’s in class for another half hour, we can meet up with her afterward.”

That had been the longest half hour of Jinyoung’s life. He sat on a bench outside of the science building, hitting his hands anxiously against his thighs. Jihyo looked up from the book she was reading to grab his hand harshly, “Stop.”

“I’m going to go for a run,” Jinyoung said suddenly, standing and peeling his varsity jacket off. Before Jihyo could object, primarily based on the fact that he was wearing jeans, he had gone off in a sprint.

“Crazy,” Jihyo muttered.

“Who is?” you said, still feeling the anxiety induced by Jaebum’s words. You followed Jihyo’s gaze but could only see someone running away.

“Um…” Jihyo hesitated, maybe she should wait till he got back? She glanced at your face and saw the worried expression, she decided to go for it: “Park Jinyoung?”

You raised your eyebrows at this newfound information, “Park Jinyoung.”

“Yeah, you know him?” Jihyo said, glancing in the direction that Jinyoung had run off in and tucking a piece of her hair nervously behind her ear.

“Jaebum says he likes me.”

Jihyo turned to you suddenly, eyes wide. She nodded slowly and said, “Yeah...that’s true.”

You sighed, sinking onto the bench with the varsity jacket acting as a barrier between you both, “I have a boyfriend, Ji.”

“A shitty boyfriend, Y/N.”

“Not you too,” you whispered, covering your face with your hands. Jihyo scoffed and spoke bluntly -

“Tough love time. Look, Y/N, you ever think that it’s not us, your friends, with the problem but you’re supposed boyfriend? That maybe we care about you and don’t like seeing you being treated like shit and maybe we have your best interests at heart? You don’t have to date Jinyoung, okay, but you should break up with Ken no matter what.” After this speech, she got up abruptly and walked away in a huff, too angry with you to sit there any longer. You let your head fall into your hands, the truth of everyone’s statements turning anxiously over in your mind.

There was an awkward cough from above you, breaking you from your reverie. You looked up at the stranger, your eyes welling with tears. The tall shape looked familiar, and after you blinked a couple of times you recognized him as (the now infamous, at least in your mind) Park Jinyoung.

“Hi…” he whispered, scratching the back of his head. Sweat beaded his forehead and trailed down his neck. The edges of his hair were damp and stuck to the sides of his face. There were sweat stains on the t-shirt he wore, and his chest was heaving with the exertion.

“Were you...running?”

“Yeah…” he said, looking away from you in embarrassment, “It helps with the nerves.”

“Nerves?”

“Yeah, Jihyo was going to introduce us and I was...nervous,” he gulped the word down uncomfortably, his eyes finally registering Jihyo’s absence, “Where is she by the way?”

You looked at the floor, “I pissed her off.”

“How’s that?” Jinyoung said, taking Jihyo’s place on the bench. If you’d paused at all during this interaction, you would have commented on how odd it was. How very strange it was that you, who typically kept things so close to the vest, were spilling your secrets, were suddenly so comfortable with this stranger.

Maybe it was knowing that he liked you. Or that the look in his eyes was so warm and welcoming that you couldn’t help yourself. Either way, you told him the truth.

“I’m foolish,” you sighed.

“I hardly believe that,” Jinyoung smiled slightly, tucking your hair behind your ear in a way that seemed comfortable and familiar.

“Well it’s true,” you smiled sadly back at him, “My boyfriend’s terrible. And I won’t break up with him.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard something about that,” Jinyoung chuckled. You smiled at him, a knowing glance passing between you both about the other’s activities. He leaned towards you and said, “I don’t know why...but I care about you. I know that I don’t really know you or anything, but...if I can offer some advice?” You nodded your consent and he continued, “Dating someone because you owe them a debt…” he paused, considering his words carefully, “Is a disservice to everyone involved.”

You watched his expression carefully, trying to gauge how much of this “advice” was simply for personal gain. But you could see genuine concern in his eyes.

Without thinking you raised your head up and locked your lips with his, pressing against him in a desperate, needy way. At the simple touch, a spark ignited within you and you wondered how you hadn’t done this before, why you hadn’t kissed someone else. This kiss was so different than everything with Ken...this kiss was clean (for one thing) and sweet, romantic and slow. There was no desperate, lusty urgency in this kiss.

Jinyoung’s hand cupped your cheek delicately, savoring the taste of your lips and the pressure of your body pushing against his own. His hand fell through the soft tresses of your hair until it landed on the curve of your neck, pulling you closer.

“What the hell!”

You both broke apart as if you’d been electrocuted. You swiveled around to look at the intruder of your intimate moment - Ken. He was in front of you both, his face purple and his sausage hands raised in anger.

High from the kiss, and the serotonin, you stood up and yelled back: “We’re done! You’re disgusting and a pig and you treat me like shit! And I don’t want to be with you anymore! I haven’t wanted to be with you since our first year of college, and I should have ended it then! I was stupid, but I refuse to do this anymore! We’re through.”

“Are you kidding me, you dumb…” Ken advanced towards you angrily, his emotions bubbling over the surface.

“Hey man,” Jinyoung said, that protective instinct kicking in again as he stepped between you and danger, “Leave her alone.”

“Pretty boy?” he shouted, throwing his fist and hitting Jinyoung square in the cheekbone. Jinyoung, athletic as he was, fell backward into your arms. You stumbled under the weight until you were sitting on the bench with his head in your lap. Ken growled something unintelligible before storming away from the scene, kicking a trash can over as he did so.

“Oh my god,” you whispered, watching Jinyoung’s face, “Are you okay?”

He blinked his eyes open, smiling suddenly, “Now that you’re available…”

a/n: ahhh the ending was kind of rushed