#queue: shopping with bambam

[tuanmarkers]

🎉 countdown to Mark’s birthday: 

M is for multilingual 🗣

[blu-joons]

You Appear On Knowing Bros Together ~ BamBam

Your head shook yet again as BamBam continued to bounce around your dressing room in excitement. Your eyes turned between him and your outfit in the reflection of the mirror, straightening your tie so that it was perfect.

“I just want to get on with it,” he chuckled as his eyes met yours, quickly calming himself down. “I finally get to be on this show with you, it’s what I’ve wanted to happen all along.”

BamBam had spent the entire morning telling you all about his two previous experiences appearing on Knowing Bros, letting you know all the things you had to prepare for. You could only listen with a smile as BamBam seemingly forgot that you’d nearly watched every episode before.

Despite it being your first appearance on the show, you already felt like you knew the place pretty well. You knew all about the show, the segments, and all of the members of the classroom and who you’d want to target.

But most of all, you knew that BamBam was definitely going to be the star of the show. You were more than happy to stand back and let him do his thing, if you were honest, you much preferred for more of the attention to be on him anyway.

“Shall we head down to the classroom?” He asked as he glanced across at the clock.

You looked across too, nodding your head. “Let’s go and get it done,” you responded to him.

His hand reached out for yours, pulling you down the corridor until you reached the sliding door. “I’m so excited to do this with you.”

You smiled across at him, unable to find the time to speak before you were told to open the door and reveal yourselves. A sudden wave of fear hit you as you walked in and saw everyone looking across at the two of you, lagging behind BamBam who walked in confidently.

“I’m BamBam,” he immediately spoke up, “and I come from the school of I can definitely out sass all of you today, just wait and see.”

“And I’m Y/N, and I come from the school of, I’ll definitely be living in my boyfriend’s shadow for the class today.”

You were more than happy to stand back as BamBam quickly began to answer all of their questions, giving you plenty of time to settle into the new environment. As much as you didn’t want to show it, BamBam could definitely tell how nervous the two of you were.

“There’s a lot I want to find out about the two of you today,” Heechul spoke up, “but most of all, I want to know how on earth Y/N puts up with you all of the time BamBam?”

You chuckled gently, as BamBam waved him aside. “I’m the perfect boyfriend, I treat her nicely, buy her all the best things, it definitely helps.”

“I would still be with you without your money, thank you,” you quickly pointed out.

You nudged him to the side, resting your hands across the desk to start taking control. The whole room chuckled at the surprised expression on BamBam’s face as you moved him out of the way so that you could start talking too.

After Soogeun had read through your profiles together, you pushed BamBam away to go and sit down at the front desk, pulling out the queue cards that had been left out for you, reading through the first question, unable to hide the smile on your face.

“BamBam and I have been together for three years now, but what was the reason that I initially declined when he asked me out on a date?” You asked the group.

You sniggered as BamBam’s eyes widened as soon as he listened to what you read out, kicking his feet up on the desk, trying to play it as cool as he possibly could in front of all the others.

“Did he ask you to sleep with him on the first date?” Heechul asked immediately, much to your surprise. “I bet he bragged about himself a lot.”

“He does brag a lot,” you laughed, “but he didn’t ask me to sleep with him on the first date.”

“BamBam gave you a limit on how much he’d spend on you for your first date,” Youngcheol called out next, “he didn’t want to waste money on you.”

Your head shook with a giggle, “he actually didn’t care how much he spent, he spent a fortune on me.”

A couple more ideas were called out from around the group, but all of them missed the mark. The conversation reached a new low when Kyunghoon suggested that BamBam had shown you the digits in his bank, which you quickly dismissed, leaving BamBam red faced.

“It was like an initial stage before our date,” you spoke up, giving them a clue. “There was something that he wanted from me before he agreed to go on a date.”

“Was it like a questionnaire?” Hodong suggested, “did you have to get so many questions right before the two of you were able to go out on a date?”

You stopped for a moment, thinking before shaking your head. “It wasn’t a questionnaire, but it was a question, there was something that he wanted from me, which made me say no to a date with him.”

“Was it anything to do with money?” Janghoon asked, “I imagine it must have done.”

The moment of silence from you yet again let the group know that they were on the right tracks. “Did he make you pick something for your first date that he needed to spend his money on?” Sangmin asked.

“Yes!” You cheered, hitting the toy hammer on the desk. “He said that I had to help him do an online shop, so he had the perfect outfit for our date, and I found that so weird, so I said no.”

BamBam’s cheeks were bright red as you continued to exploit all of the things he’d done at the start of your relationship. The sound of you reading out the next question came as a great relief to him.

“Alright, what did BamBam buy for my last birthday?” You questioned, smirking yet again as his head shook across at you for answering such a shameful question.

“Did he buy you jewellery?” Heechul asked, starting off nice and basic, only for your head to shake straight away.

You could feel BamBam’s eyes on you as you went around the room and listened to a couple more guesses, only to call them all as wrong.

“Did he take you on holiday?” Sangmin asked, “that was the last thing I did for my ex-wife before she ended up divorcing me.”

BamBam spun around, quickly shaking his head straight away. “You’ve put some sort of curse on us now bro if I end up taking her away.”

You chuckled loudly as you returned to the front desk. “Think of something BamBam would do specifically.”

“Did he buy you something of him?” Janghoon asked, noticing how your eyes lit up. “Was it a photograph or something just of him.”

You moved across and sat on BamBam’s desk, hitting his head with the hammer. “This guy brought me a statue of him to keep so that I had something to represent him when he went on tour.”

“I thought it was a nice present,” he quickly protested, “anyone would miss this face if I went away, so I wanted to make sure that I was always on her mind, and that she didn’t forget just how good looking I was.”

For the rest of the episode, you happily exposed many of BamBam’s secrets, making sure he left the set red faced when the shoot was finally called to an end.

As soon as it was, his arms wrapped around you and began to tickle your sides. “I can’t believe you were the savage of the two of us today.”

“Someone had to steal your crown at some point,” you teased, “it’s fun being the one to constantly make fun of you for a change.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, even at my expense.”

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Masterlist

[lucyjay]

Silver (b.bh)

||You and Baekhyun have been friends for the past couple years. What happens when you both develop feelings for each other but no one has the courage to admit it?

Genre: smut (a bit of fluff)

Warnings: explicit language, alcohol consumption, teasing, unprotected sex ( balloon your baboons fellahs), dirty talk, oral sex, fingering, cum play, throat fucking, hair pulling, multiple orgasms

Words: 6.5k  

 You throw a final look at your reflection in the mirror and sigh. I look like shit, you think to yourself and make your way to the bathroom to finish straightening your hair. The last thing you are in the mood for is clubbing but guess who won’t take no for an answer?your friend Nat who borderline blackmailed you into either joining her and your friends tonight or finding all your embarrassing high school photos displayed on your insta tomorrow morning. 

 After managing to make your hair not look like you got out of a cat fight, you put on some make up which for you consists of 3 simple steps. Step 1, hiding the black shopping bags that jewel your under eyes, Step 2, some blush so that you don’t resemble a ghost and Step 3, mascara. The final result looks better than you anticipated when you started getting ready over an hour ago. 

A simple black baggie-t’shirt style dress, a pair of black boots, your straight hair naturally hugging your shoulders, falling all the way down to your waist and last your make up which thank god hides the fact that you’ve worked a total of 60 hours this week. It’s a nice, fresh spring night and you reckon you’d be okay without a jacket on. You throw your keys, phone and credit card in a small bag and make your way out of your apartment. Your find your uber already waiting for you outside the main entrance of the building, you jump in and decide to give your friend a call to check if they are already at the club. 

 “Hola”, her high pitched voice makes you chuckle, she still sounds like a 5 year old girl just like when you first met her. 

 “Hola. Sooo, I’m on my way, I should be there in like 20′ max. Who else is coming? Please tell me Sehun and Taeyong will be there? Taeyong promised he would make time if i joined you”, you protest already used to one of your best friends, Taeyong canceling on you lastminute.com because of work. 

 “They are already with me babe and we should reach the club in 10′ or so. Sara and Jaebum are coming as well, Bam is DJ’ing, oh and ahm”, she pauses and your heart starts racing subconsciously knowing what she is about to say. “..Baekhyun is coming”. You swear at her for not letting you know earlier and she mumbles apologies which leave you completely untouched. 

 “Nat, you did it on purpose”, you try to keep your tone calm only because your uber driver is already giving you some “lady keep your voice down” looks through the rear mirror. 

 “I didn’t but even if I did so what? We are all friends and it’s completely childish of both of you to put us in a position where we have to go out with each of you separately. Bam is worried and Sehun is having abandonment issues”, she whines dramatically and you hear Sehun in the background screaming, “I just want my friends back, oh god, please”, a fake cry following his oscar-worthy performance as you hear Taeyong burst into laughter a bit further in the background. 

 “Ok ok! I don’t care. I’m done playing his little games anyway. I wanna drink and have fun. See you in a bit”, you reply and hang up. The uber has reached the city centre and your gaze in boring outside the window looking at the people and the buildings but not really paying attention to anything. All you can think about is him. How things have completely gone to shit when they were so promising. You and Baekhyun met a a couple years ago when he started hanging out with Sehun who he met at work. The latest then brought him into your group and he clicked with all of you straight away. 

Fast forward to a a few months ago, you were at one of BamBam’s house parties chilling and chatting away when he confessed that he likes you and he has been into you since the day he met you catching you completely off guard. You, having been crushing on the boy since the moment you laid your eyes on him, did what no 26 year old, sane woman would do and just bailed. Literally left him there, drink in hand, mouth hanging open in shock and you just left the house, got inside a taxi and went home. You were so embarrassed over your reaction and disappointed in yourself for ruining the perfect chance to be with the biggest crush you’ve had since middle school, that you couldn’t even bring yourself to message an apology to him. A few days later you all met at a cafe and that’s when it started. He was so cold and sulky towards you and who could blame him? But he was overdoing it to the point that it started pissing you off. You couldn’t get him to talk to you alone and eventually managed to get you to not stand being with him in the same room. Every time you met since then, it was just a verbal war between the two of you, full of sneaky insults and hurtful jokes with a drizzle of swear words and some whipped sarcasm on top.

 “It’s just one night out. How bad can it get?”, you whisper only for your own ears to hear you. The uber slows down outside the club, you thank your driver and step out of the vehicle, gently closing the door behind you. The queue for the club isn’t too long and you can spot Nat,Tae and Sehun waiting on the left side where the VIP queue is forming. Sehun waves at you eagerly and you make your way to their direction. 

 “At least she is wearing a dress and not pyjamas”, Sehun teases and lifts you up in a hug that made you almost gasp for air. 

 “I am overworked, not lame. I now how to dress for a night out”, you spit back faking annoyance and the younger boy raises his hands in defence. 

 “Tough week at work?”, Taeyong asks as all four of you walk towards the entrance of the club. 

 “Everybody decided to get married at the end of summer apparently, so considering that I have to organise 9 weddings within the next 4 months, I would say tough year.”, you pause and your eyes follow the direction Taeyong is looking at and...there he is. Locking his car dressed like a bloody model straight out of a Vogue photoshoot. Black jeans, loose blue shirt, a silk navy blue scarf around his neck and a pair of black boots. “...and it’s not about to get better”, you finish your sentence. 

 Him being ridiculously attractive should have been something you were used to by now, but you haven’t seen him in almost a month and in all honesty you almost forgot how easily he makes your entire body go numb just by standing there not even looking at you. Too lost in your own thoughts you haven’t noticed him standing next to you greeting the others, ‘till he turns his attention to you. His hair is silver. Fuck him and his ability to look good in everything. Fuck him and his gorgeous face, you think to yourself. 

 “Your hair is longer”, he says in the most indifferent tone. Is this his idea of a greeting? Asshole, you think.

 “Your hair is bloody silver”, you reply, your eyes not leaving his. He serves you a slight side smile and you can feel the insides of your palms getting sweaty.

 “Looks good doesn’t it?”, he throws a rhetorical question not really waiting for an answer. You tsk and roll your eyes at him while quickly turning to get inside the club. BamBam was near the entrance to greet you and show you which table he reserved for you and your friends. You follow him and he leaves you shortly after to go and prepare his station for his set next to the man currently DJ’ing. 

 “I’m gonna go get drinks, what do you want?”, Baekhyun asks the rest of you.

 “Let’s just get a bottle”, Nat proposes and you nod. “tequila or Vodka?”, she asks. 

 “Tequila”, you and Baekhyun shout in unison and you turn to look at each other. Are the lights in here making him look even more attractive or is it just you being horny for him? You give yourself a mental slap. 

 “Tequila is good”, Sehun adds. Baekhyun makes his way to the bar and Nat moves to your side, leaning next to your ear so that she doesn’t need to scream on top of the music. 

 “Make a move”, she says and you almost choke on your own spit. 

 “Are you insane? Haven’t you been around lately? I guess not. Let me fill you in. In the last episode of Season 2, he hates me. End of story”, you reply and she chuckles. 

 “He doesn’t hate you. He is just still hurt by your reaction back then. And you are clearly into him. Like, it’s clear like the sun. Like, I can see you undressing him with your eyes. I could legit-...” 

 “That’s enough! I got your point”, you cut her off and really wish Baek could get his ass there already cause you swear you would love to down that entire bottle of tequila right now. 

 “Babe, talk to him. It’s a shame. You have had feelings for each other for so long. You can’t just..leave it.”, she says and her tone is soothing and understanding. You turn to look at her and nod causing her to smile widely and clap her hands like a little kid who just got her birthday gift. A minute later Baek shows up with two bottles of tequila inside a bucket and a waitress follows right behind him with a tray full of glasses and ice which she lays on your table. 

A few drinks down and you find yourself relaxed enough to be dancing with Taeyong like there’s no tomorrow, rocking some crazy moves  perfectly nsync with BamBam’s wild beats.  Taeyong’s hands are on your waist and you rest your head on his shoulder, your back against his chest as you sing every single lyric of the song currently blasting.

 “I need another drink”, he screams over the music. You nod and make your way to the table where you find Nat and Sehun talking to Jaebum and Sara, a couple Nat met whilst on holidays in Japan, who happened to be from the same city as the rest of you. You chat with them for a few minutes, sipping on your drink when you realise you haven’t seen Baekhyun since returning to the table. After scanning the area around you, your gaze falls on Nat’s who mouths a silent “outside” to you, as if she has read your thoughts. You excuse yourself and make your way through the intoxicated crowd, eventually reaching the exit of the club. You step on the pavement and look up and down both directions to see if you can spot Baek. On the left side of the doors, a few meters away you can distinguish a frame that looks like him. You slowly make your way towards the man and after a few steps you can see his face clearer under the dull lighting the lamppost covers the corner of the street with. He was staring at the ground, cigarette in between his index and middle finger. You clear your throat and he turns to look at you. 

 “Oh sorry, I didn’t see you”, he says calmly, taking a puff of his cigarette, quickly letting a line of smoke out of his nostrils.

“You smoke”, you say and it’s more like a realisation and less like a question. Your stare drifts off of his face and down to his feet as if his shoes are the most interesting thing to you. 

 “Yes, got a problem with that?’, he turns to look at you and you raise your head to meet his eyes. You can’t read him. You never could. He looks unbothered yet sounds annoyed. It’s so frustrating and you swear at yourself for even thinking of approaching him. You scoff and turn to leave, sure that you’re clearly not wanted there. 

 “That’s the second time”, he says and his voice is low but you can sense a weak scent of irony lingering at the end of his word. You stop in your trucks and turn to face him. 

 “What was that?”, you ask. 

 “It’s the second time you walk away from me. There won’t be a third”, his statement catches you off guard but you’re not planning on letting him see the affect his words have on you. 

 “I suppose you came out here to get some air, I wanted to check if you’re alright but you’re clearly not up for a chat. Am I wrong for thinking that the best thing to do was to excuse myself?”, you regret the slight sarcasm in your words which was completely unintended. His attention lands on your face. There’s at least 2 meters distance between yourself and him but for some reason you feel like you’re suffocating. His presence is so strong that you can’t even think straight. Without taking his eyes off of yours, he throws his cigarette somewhere to the side and with two steps he is standing right in front of you. You can smell the smoke on him but it doesn’t bother you; his cologne in combination with his addictive natural scent are enough to make your head hazy. He shouldn’t be able to affect you like this. 

 “Excuses”, his voice comes out like a loud whisper and you feel embarrassed at how it makes your entire lower body go numb and the sensitive area between your legs pulsate. His stare is so heavy that it almost makes you feel small. He moves a bit closer to you and you can almost feel his body touching yours.

 “Baekhyun, I’m...”, your voice fades out unable to complete the sentence. Your eyes still on his like magnets. You can’t see anything around you but him.

“Finish your sentence Y/N”, he says calmly. You gather all the courage you could before you allow the confessions that you have been battling all these months, come out. It’s so hard but you know you have to. You have to give it a shot.

 “I’m sorry. For that day.”, you say and his features rest in a slight shock which only encourages you to continue. 

“I’m sorry i left you like that and that I didn’t explain myself. I’m sorry that I never called you after what happened. But what I’m not sorry about is what happened afterwards. You were so mean to me and you refused to talk to me. Your behaviour was horrible and I don’t take back anything I’ve said to you every time we fought”. You swear your knees are about to give out and your breathing is so heavy that you can feel your chest rising and falling as if you were running. You heart beating in your head is making you dizzy and you pray that you won’t just faint right there and then. 

 “You don’t regret anything you’ve said to me all the times we fought?”, he asks and you feel a pinch of annoyance that this was the only part of your paragraph long monologue he chose to focus on. 

 “Nothing. You started every single fight”, your statement came out strong and your voice way too stable given your current state. You congratulate yourself in your head. As if that was even possible, Baekhyun steps even closer to you, now trapping you between his body and the wall. You can feel his torso pushing yours backwards only for the back of your waist to land on his right hand, his left one resting on the wall slightly brushing your cheek. 

 “I swear I would take you against this fucking wall just to shut this annoying mouth of yours”, his lips almost touching yours. You can feel his breath on your face and his words wake the butterflies in your stomach. You’re mad at yourself for feeling so weak under his stare. It takes you a few seconds to realise that you have been holding in a breath. You just stand there, frozen, eyes glued on his honey brown ones when the words roll out of your tongue without second thought. 

 “Why don’t you then?”, you speak in a low voice that even gives you goosebumps. Your boldness surprises him and he shakes his head.

 “I shouldn’t. I-..” 

 “Excuses”, you cut him off and you catch him so off guard that if it wasn’t for you being an absolute mess right now, his shocked stare would have had you chuckling. He raises his hand to caress your cheek and the way his knuckles softly touch your skin makes your entire body shiver. He doesn’t allow you to let the sudden skinship action sink in when he tilts his head only to rest his forehead against yours. 

 “I don’t know what to do with you anymore. Please tell me Y/N. Just tell me what you want”, he pleads and the entirety of your body heat is now resting on your face. You have never seen Baekhyun like this, basically asking you to take the upper hand. You rest your arms on his and connect your hands behind his neck. 

 “I want you Baekhyun. I don’t even remember how it was not to want you.”, you inhale and the air entering your nostrils feels too hot “...let’s go back to yours.Or mine, I don’t care”. The moment you finished your sentence Baekhyun’s hand was on yours, already guiding you towards the direction of his car. He open the door for you to get in and a second later he jumps in the driver’s seat. 

 Baekhyun’s eyes are glued on the road and his grip on the wheal is strong. You take a minute to examine his side profile and your eyes linger on each of his beautiful features. His beautiful honey-brown eyes, his straight nose and his soft, pink lips that are currently pressed into a thin line as if he is trying hold back a river of words threatening to fall out. Your hands are resting on your thighs which you’re pressing together in a desperate attempt to ease the buzzing in your lower area. You are already so embarrassingly wet, even though Baek hasn’t even touched you, which makes you realise how wrong all your past partners must have been treating you. Not able to stand the distance between the two of you, you place your hand on top of his right thigh, slowly dancing your fingers up and down the area. He shakes his head, momentarily closing his eyes only to open them a second later. His stare is intense but you can’t read it properly. 

 “Babe...”, he says and your hand movement stops at the sound of the nickname. Feeling more aroused by the second, you bend slightly over so that your lips are brushing against his ear. 

 “What...babe?”, you tease and he grips the wheel with such strength that it looks like he is trying to break it in half. 

“Finish your sentence Baek”, you continue and at this point you know you’re playing with fire. He turns to give you a look for a split second, his eyes filled with something unknown to you and a slight smirk is gracing his beautiful lips.

 “Sit back properly, take off your underwear and open your legs.”, you’re looking at him, eyes wide open in shock. His habit of bossing you around would normally have you ignoring his ass, maximum serving him an eyeroll as a response, but now it’s different. Your brain hasn’t even had the time to comprehend the possible consequences of his request, when you find your hands slowly sliding the sides of your underwear down your legs. Before you manage to even speak a word, his slender fingers are caressing the inside of your thighs and you throw your head back, eyes shut in an attempt to keep yourself under control. His middle finger and index travel all the way to your sensitive area and you let out a low gasp when you feel them on your heat. 

 “Holy fuck...”, he says and inserts one finger inside your throbbing pussy. You moan out his name as his digit is hitting you exactly on the right spot and you can’t see it but there’s a victory smile resting on his lips. 

 “Baek wait...”, you try to complain but it’s in vain. He adds a second finger and while keeping his eyes on the road, one hand on the wheel, driving almost at 150 km/h, he is steadily bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm. You turn your head to the side, your eyes linger on his frame when you start feeling a knot forming on the lower part of your abdomen. You gather all the strength left in your body to lift your arm and tangle your fingers with his silver locks, slightly pulling his head backwards. He hisses and fastens the tempo of his fingers, his palm now coming in contact with your clit. You know you aren’t going to last long. Your walls start pulsating around his skilful digits and the car stops at a red light which finally allows him to focus his attention on you for at least a few seconds. 

 “I can’t wait to feel you clenching around my dick baby”, he says and you can feel yourself getting closer to your orgasm. 

“Does my baby like dirty talk?”, he teases you and you pull his hair a tad stronger than before. 

“I want you to come before the light turns green, you have approximately..”, he pauses to calculate the other traffic lights at the crossing, “...10-15 seconds?”, he adds driving his fingers in and out your pussy at a frenzy rhythm. You can’t handle the tension anymore. 

 “Baek, I can’t-...”, you swear you could cry with all this tension gathered on your lower body. You’re so close you can sense your orgasm. 

 “9..”, he says, his eyes piercing yours. 

 “Fuck, no I can’t”,  you close your eyes, trying to control your body. It’ll be too much, you don’t want to come here in his car. 

 “Open your eyes and look at me. 6″, he counts and you do as you’re told. His palm hitting your sensitive clit is sending vibrations all the way to your head and you swear you wouldn’t be able to spell out your own name at this moment if you had to. 

 “I’m so close, I’m- Baek please...’, you whine and you can feel your walls clenching like crazy, swallowing his fingers. He places his other hand around your neck, squeezing gently and you’re a goner. Your orgasm crushes through you like fireworks and you can’t stop yourself from grinding down against his fingers, greedily trying to ride the explosive feeling out. 

 “That’s my girl”, he flashes you a satisfied smile and removes his fingers from your pussy at once. You grimace at the loss of contact but you’re too occupied trying to gather your thoughts and get yourself together, to pay further attention. The car is already on the move and before you can fathom what’s happening, he is parking in front of a building. Your eyes feel heavy but only at the thought of what’s coming, you feel the knot in your stomach tighten again. Baek steps out of the car and opens the door for you. You take a second to put your underwear back on, and you step outside the vehicle likewise. He locks it and starts walking towards the entrance of the block of flats before you, his hand in yours as your steps shadow his. You walk up the stairs and stop at the first floor. He stands outside a door and takes out his keys to unlock it when he turns to face you for the first time since he had you coming all over his fingers in his car. 

 “Before we get in I need to tell you something”, he warns and his eyes are examining your face. You step closer to him, your arm brushing against his. 

 “What is it Baek?”, your voice sounds so sweet and the way you say his name has him melting. 

 “If we do this, there’s no disappearing in the morning. There’s no going back to how things were. If you don’t want to stay and if you don’t want to be with me, leave now. This can’t be a one-time thing for me. That’s not what I want.”, he takes a deep breath as if he just gave the most important speech of his life. Your mouth hangs open at his sudden confession and you feel a stink of guilt that you’ve made him so uneasy; scared that you would run away from him and disappear. You grab his keys and unlock the door which opens wide in front of you. You step inside his flat and turn your head to face him. 

 “Do you prefer eggs or pancakes for breakfast?”, you ask him while taking off your shoes. He steps in and shuts the door behind him. Walking backwards you start unbuttoning your dress, “...I prefer something sweet in the morning to be honest”, you’re teasing and you reach the last button. You take another step backwards and you can feel his eyes burning on you. He is following each step you take, mirroring your movements now taking off his shirt. You let the dark fabric of your dress fall down your body and pool around your ankles. Baekhyun stops in his tracks, half naked and the lust in his eyes could make you come right there and then. You are about to take another step backwards when he nods you negatively. 

 “Don’t move”, the words come out as a soft command and you listen, standing there only in your lace black underwear, looking at him basically begging him to do something. He hasn’t even kissed you. He is the only man that has given you an orgasm without touching you anywhere else, not even a peck on the lips. He takes his time roaming his gaze along your body, his eyes resting on your breasts a second longer. 

 “I want you to kiss me”, you let out before you realise the words leaving your mouth. He focuses his attention back on your face and your body is about to burst from the need to feel him closer in any way. He is slowly walking towards you while taking off his trousers, leaving his body now covered only by his black boxers. 

 “Your entire face is blushing, you’ve been squeezing your thighs together, your breathing is unsteady and you’re giving me blowjob eyes”, hie finishes his sentence when standing a breath away from you. “...you want me to do more than just kiss you baby”, you release a breath you didn’t know you were holding in  and he smiles. He is so infuriating standing there, laughing at the misery he has put you in. You can’t let him play you like this. 

 “If you think you can..-” 

 “Shut up”, he says and you can’t tell who initiated it  but his lips are on yours, kissing and biting as if your mouth is the last source of air and he needs it to survive. His right hand finds purchase on your ass, squeezing tightly pushing you closer to his body and his other hand grabs the back of your head, deepening the kiss. You can feel your underwear sticking on your dump heat and you squeeze your legs together trying to give yourself some comfort. Baekhyun breaks the kiss, bringing his lips next to your ear. 

“Is my baby wet?Again?”, he cooes and you wanna smack him across the face because he fucking knows you are. 

 “Yes I am, and if you don’t do something about it soon I’m gonna have to get myself off”, you lilt and turn to enter his room. It’s way cosier than you would have imagined, with a queen size bed in the middle. You seat at the edge of it and you open your legs as seductively as you can, covering the fact that they’re shivering in anticipation. He enters the room and his eyes are darker than before, his erection clearly visible through his boxers making your mouth water. You cock an eyebrow at him but he doesn’t move. That’s it, you can’t waste anymore time waiting for him to do something. You get up and get on your knees in front of him, removing his underwear with a single movement before you place your palm around his shaft. 

 “What the fuck Y/N”, he breathes out and his knees turn weak under your touch. 

 “I’m done waiting for you Byun. Took you 2 years to kiss me. I can’t imagine how long it’ll take you to fuck me”, he is about to protest when you lean forward, putting his dick in your mouth, your nose against his lower belly. His complain turns into a moan when he throws his head back, hands now landing in your hair, pulling slightly. Your lips move around his member, followed by your tongue, hand resting on his balls slightly massaging them. You lick a long stripe from the base of his dick, all the way to the end while pressing your lips around it and then release it with a slight ‘pop’.  A string of saliva connecting your mouth with his tip. You open your eyes only to find his intense stare already on your frame, cheeks on fire and mouth agape in an attempt to inhale as much air as he can. 

 “Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you look right now? I swear I would do anything, anything you want If I could only see you like this everyday”, his voice cracks at the last words and he is slightly releasing his grip on your hair. Your hand still working its way up and down his dick, you tilt your head onwards to give small kitty licks on his tip. You take his hand and while serving him a cheeky smile you place it so that his fingers are cupping the upper part of your neck, right under your jaw. It takes him a moment to understand what you’re thinking and when it hits him, he lets out a desperate breath. You move your chin in front of his dick, lips almost touching his slit currently dripping with pre-cum. 

 “Apologise for being an asshole these last few months”, you spit. 

 “Fuck you”. The moment the words slip his lips you open your mouth, taking him so deep that you can feel his tip touching the back of your throat. He moans out your name and you feel your pussy pulsating in the sound. It takes all the self control you can manifest in order to not sneak your fingers inside your knickers and relieve some of the tension. 

 “I can feel my dick down your throat baby, agh fuck”, he hisses and pulls your hair as you take him as deep as you can once again only that this time you keep him there, swallowing again and again with his dick buried as deep as your throat can take it. A tear rolls down your face and your gag reflex is threatening to kick in, but you refuse to let go before he begs. 

 “Fuck Y/N, please. please stop, I don’t wanna cum. Fuck please, don’t-”, you release him and you snap him your best victory smile. after whipping your mouth with the back of your palm. You get up and move towards the bed, this time laying on top of it. 

“I think I prefer you begging than apologising”, you tease and an unintentional giggle follows. 

 “You fucking bitch”, he spits jokingly and you burst into laughter but it doesn’t last long. The next moment he is hovering on top of you, lips on yours, hands cupping every curve of your body unable to hold back anymore. He is devouring your neck, jaw and moves lower to leave dark marks on your breasts. In a swing movement he unclips your bra, throwing it behind him next to his long forgotten underwear. Your underwear is next and before you know it, his face is resting between your legs, blowing tiny waves of air on your heat, driving you crazier if that was even possible at this point. He plants small kisses around the area, next to your folds while his hands are massaging the inside of your thighs. Your head falls back to meet his soft pillow and you moan out his name,  incapable of hiding the mess he has made of you. Without any warning his soft tongue crushes on your burning area, devouring you as if you were his last meal. Your head is now a foggy mess, hands tangled between his silver locks unconsciously pushing him against your pussy, desperate for more friction. He rests his tongue on your sensitive bud of nerves, dancing in slow circles when he enters two digits in you causing you to let out the most animalistic moan you’ve ever heard yourself producing. Your reaction was the confirmation he was seeking, as his tongue picks up its pace and so do his fingers, his name rolls off your tongue like a cursed poem, again and again until you can feel yourself falling off the edge. He lands a last kiss on your pubic bone as he slowly climbs up your body, now hovering above you. You open your eyes, realising you had them wide shut all this time, only to find his beautiful brown ones staring at you in the most loving way you’ve ever had anyone looking at you.

“So pretty”, he whispers and his fingers linger on your lips and make their way to your cheek where he leaves a shy kiss. You can feel his dick between your legs, yours thrown around his waist and you just stay there, in silence looking in each others eyes. You bring your hand to the side of his jaw only to pull him closer, planting a kiss on his lips. It’s not deep; it’s soft, and sweet, almost romantic. You break it after a few seconds and you rest your forehead on his. A word is about to escape your lips when he frantically drives his length inside you, hitting your g spot so hard that you almost choke at your own gasp.

“Baek, fuck”, you whine. He doesn’t say anything, he only pulls out a little bit and then thrusts back in, hitting that sweet spot that has you seeing stars. He does it again and again and again and you are a moaning mess, head thrown back, his diving in the crook of your neck, sucking, bitting, leaving purple spots in every area he can get his lips on.

“You want me to stop?”, he says out of breath without slowing down at the slightest. You attack his lips and the kiss is nothing like the one you just shared a few moments ago. It’s hungry and desperate and your tongues are fighting for dominance, both your mouths swallowing each others moans. You can feel your pussy throbbing around his dick and you know you wont last long. Baekhyun breaks the kiss but stays close so that his lips can still touch yours.

“Are you close baby? You want to cum? Want to come all over my dick?”, he breathes out and you moan out his name, paralysed under his touch.

“Baek I’m close-I’m gonna..”, a circular move of his hips almost brings you to the brink and you moan out cusses with no meaning. You clench around him once more and he lets out a loud groan.

“Y/N If you do that one more time I won’t be able to hold back. Please”, he pleads and you can see that he is trying to hold back so that you can finish first. His dick fucking into you at a relentless pace has your arms pulling his body closer to yours, nails digging in his back and you know these scratches will be visible for next few days.

“Baek I can’t hold it, please”, you moan out.

“Let go baby, let go. Cum for me”, he whispers next to your ear and there’s nothing in the world you want more than to feel him painting your insides with his orgasm.

“Cum inside Baek, Please, cum with me, ah-”, your orgasm hits you mid-sentence and you clench again and again as it keeps attacking your body in waves. After a couple thrusts you can feel him releasing into you as he lets his body collapse on top of yours, both of you battling to calm your breathing.

“I blame you for missing on the best sex I’ve ever had for the past two years”, you tease him softly and he chuckles. You raise your hand to place a stray hair behind his ear and you can’t help but notice the slight rosiness on his cheeks. ‘what?’, you ask flushing him your warmest smile.

“Be mine?”, his lets out as he rubs his nose against the tip of yours. Your heart skips a bit and a wave of warmth crushes through you, for you haven’t felt so happy in a long, long time.

“Hm, nope, thanks”, you giggle and you kiss him. He is taken aback by your reply, staring at you with eyes wide open like a frightened deer caught in the headlights.

“I’m joking baby”, you spit and burst into laughter.

“You bitch”, he laughs.

[liannyeong]

let me open my heart to you

Summary: the only thing she knows about him is the usual drink he orders at the cafe: iced americano.

Word count: 1974

Pairing: Jinyoung X OC

Warning(s): fluff

A/N: finally a jinyoung fic! i attempted a little humor... but this is trash so.... i hope you will still enjoy it? hahahaha

i.

it's stupid, hayoon thinks. she cannot even believe that she has a crush on a guy she has never properly talked to. the only thing she knows about him is the usual drink he orders at the cafe: iced americano. and that his name is jinyoung. he works as a trainer at a gym nearby, afternoons packed with classes. but other than that? not a single clue. so how the heck did hayoon harbor a crush on him? she doesn't even understand either. perhaps it's because of his cute smile, little crinkles forming around his eyes. or his handsome face, skin nearly flawless, as if he was chiseled from marble. or heck, he's got one hell of a body too -- not too muscular, not too skinny, just the right amount of fill... gosh, what the heck is she even thinking... nevertheless, it's stupid that she's crushing on someone without knowing his true personality. just because of his looks, really? gosh, wake up, hayoon. appearance goes nowhere.

but damn, she can't help herself. her heart feels a little lighter whenever the cafe opens. it's because jinyoung always comes to the cafe at 7, when the queues aren't long and the morning is still peaceful. he's always dressed in a plain t-shirt, tucked into ankle-length pants, a cap worn on his head. before he even comes in or says his order, hayoon already has his drink prepared for collection at the counter. jinyoung would always do his trademark eye whiskers smile, deep voice thanking her. then he sits at his usual spot -- the window seat directly in front of the counter. she doesn't get why he likes that place when it's the most exposed seat. but she doesn't complain. in fact, hayoon enjoys the fact that she has an unobstructed view of jinyoung reading a book. she reckons he's a fast reader, for he brings new books each week. she doesn't know what the man is reading, but it seems interesting for he's always focused, oblivious to the surroundings.

oh, just how lovely hayoon's daily life is.

---

ii.

but today... jinyoung's dressed in a white dress shirt, tucked into fitting pants. he has a pair of glasses on, his hair slicked back. he looks so dashing -- exactly like a prince charming described in fairytales. perhaps if she is cinderella, he would be her prince charming. but clearly she's no cinderella.

because jinyoung's got company. a girl as good looking as him, of course. her hair touches her shoulders, one side neatly tucked behind her ear. she's donned in a pretty beige dress, exuding feminine elegance.

gosh, they look as if they walked straight out of a romance novel, so ideally perfect in every way.

wait-- does this mean they're on a date...?

well, damn.

jinyoung ushers the girl to his usual seat, so gentlemanly, hayoon thinks she could have fallen harder for him. then, the man offers to buy the girl a drink. no, hayoon didn't eavesdrop at all. the cafe is just too quiet that even a single whisper is amplified.

hayoon gulps, desperately trying to compose herself when jinyoung comes to place his order. she can't let any emotion show on her face.

"the usual and an iced latte, please," jinyoung orders, slipping his card out of his wallet smoothly.

"name?" hayoon asks after the payment is successful, holding up an empty cup.

"yeeun."

hmph. a pretty name for a pretty face, she thinks to herself.

hayoon makes the order wordlessly, hands working like a muscle memory. jinyoung picks up their drinks from the collection counter and walks back to his usual seat. hayoon pretends to be busy cleaning or whatsoever but out of the corner of her eyes, she's actually watching the two. oh, just how sweet their interactions are...

sometime later, jinyoung holds up a napkin and dabs away some residue on the corner of yeeun's lips. the girl shies away, cheeks turning red, leaning back to wipe her mouth herself. jinyoung just smiles at her, the same crinkles only directed at the girl. the same smile that hayoon adores.

gosh, how much hayoon wishes jinyoung would look at her that way. at this thought, she averts her gaze. this isn't it. she shouldn't wish for such a thing. a crush is usually one-sided and is just as its name suggests -- a crush crushes hearts.

she should just be happy for jinyoung.

"who's that girl with jinyoung?" yien asks as he pops into the counter, having just came to work.

hayoon shrugs. "a girlfriend, i guess," she answers too curtly. it sounds as if she's bitter. which she's clearly not. totally.

"what? i didn't know he had a girlfriend," he says in disbelief. his brows are raised high, mouth agape.

"neither did i..." she mutters.

then hayoon hears yien chuckling at the side. he's tying his apron, but there's a playful smirk on his lips as he asks, "jealous?"

"who is? i know i'm not," hayoon mumbles.

yien laughs. he singsongs, "sure~"

hayoon glares at her colleague before glancing at the couple again. now they're just in their own world, chatting away happily, all giggly like high school teenagers in love.

she's totally not jealous.

---

iii.

now, yeeun tags along to the cafe whenever jinyoung does. as much as hayoon tries to suppress the feeling in her, she just can't. there's always a twinge. gosh, why can't she just be happy for jinyoung? it'll be so much easier if her heart would just give him up. maybe if she doesn't see him often... then maybe... that's it, her mind snaps. she shouldn't see jinyoung so much if she wants to get over him. she shouldn't see the couple if she doesn't want to feel like this. the lesser she sees, the lesser she knows.

so she decides to swap shifts with bambam much to his reluctance. he's afraid of having things thrown at him if he makes a mistake. yien is that scary, he argues. but she doesn't believe it. how can a sweet angel like yien even do violent things like that? so she insists, until bambam gives in.

and now, hayoon takes the afternoon shift. no more jinyoung. no more jinyoung and yeeun. she can finally forget him in peace.

---

iv.

ha ha, of course not. the person who she's trying to forget appears in the cafe in the late afternoon a few weeks later. alone. no yeeun in tow.

"hey," jinyoung greets at the counter, much to hayoon's surprise. she totally didn't expect to see him again. her brain nearly short-circuited.

"jinyoung... hey..." hayoon lets out slowly. "the usual...?"

the said man nods. as hayoon taps away on the cash registers, she feels the weight of his gaze. she tries to ignore it.

"so you're on the afternoon shift now," he says as a matter-of-factly.

hayoon gulps her spit, her mind trying to rack up some good excuse. "i was gonna tell you but i got busy... sorry. it slipped off my mind," she replies lamely.

jinyoung watches her with hawk-like eyes. as if he's assessing her answer. as if he doesn't believe it. it makes hayoon nervous.

but the man nods, and then, flashes his usual smile. "well, i know now."

jinyoung grabs his drink, takes a sip from it, a cheeky smile on his face before walking away.

"um... yeah. now you know..." hayoon mutters to herself. if jinyoung is gonna start coming in during her shift.... she's doomed.

---

v.

as expected, jinyoung starts coming to the cafe during her shift. what does he want, she doesn't even know. but now, jinyoung doesn't settle at his usual table. instead, he keeps trying to engage hayoon in a conversation over the counter. especially when she's in the midst of preparing his drink.

"why are you coming in at this hour? don't you have classes to teach?"

jinyoung shakes his head. "my schedule changed. i'm free on afternoons now."

hayoon hums in response. "i noticed you haven't come in with your girlfriend," she passes it off like a light remark.

at that comment, she doesn't notice jinyoung's stunned expression. if anything, she's too scared to look at his face.

"she... uh..." he stammers. "busy?"

the raised tone at the end has her a little confused. why is jinyoung so unsure of his own girlfriend's schedule? weird, she thinks. but she doesn't delve into it. she hands him his order and then proceeds to serve other customers.

---

vi.

jinyoung doesn't pop by for the next month. not that hayoon is counting. it's just weird that her routine is disrupted again. she doesn't try to mind it much. after all, it's just a pathetic crush. one that she has yet to get over with.

hayoon is busy cleaning up the cafe when there's a knock on the glass door. looking up, she sees jinyoung waving at her, a tight-lipped smile on his lips.

she walks over, pulls open the door and then says, amused, "you do know we're closed, right?"

"of course. but i just thought to pop by."

"whatever for? i'm just closing up the shop--"

"i'll help you out," he cuts, inviting himself in, much to hayoon's reluctance.

but it proves to be a great thing because she closes the shop earlier than usual. which means she can head home earlier and rest longer. as hayoon locks the cafe, she thanks jinyoung, saying, "your next drink will be on me."

"i don't want a drink," he replies.

"jinyoung, please. you helped me a lot today. i owe you a drink."

"i don't want a drink," he repeats, much to her confusion. she frowns.

"okay... a meal then?" hayoon offers.

"no," jinyoung shakes his head, cheeks a little pink. then a little softer, he says, "you owe me a date."

"huh," she lets out, more confused than ever. she scoffs. shaking her head, she disapproves, "ha ha, very funny, jinyoung. what will your girlfriend say?"

"but i don't-- i don't have a girlfriend?"

hayoon looks at him, bewildered. "um, did you forget about yeeun?"

jinyoung stares back at her. then he blurts, "she's not! she was just--" he sighs. "i just wanted to get a reaction out of you, that's all."

"what?"

"look, i-- the person i like is you, okay? not yeeun. it was a fake relationship, just to see how you would react."

it takes hayoon great control not to show any reaction. she maintains a blank expression though she desperately wants to jump for joy. "what makes you think i like you?"

jinyoung freezes, visibly pale. "huh... you... don't...?" he swallows his spit. "oh um-- well-- forget i said anything then!" he panics. then he mumbles softly to himself, "yien must have been playing with me..."

but hayoon's ears are sharp to capture the last sentence. she shrieks, "yien did what?!"

jinyoung has the audacity to look guilty. like a kicked puppy, its tail between its hind legs, he answers truthfully and slowly, "he may have told me that you may have feelings for me... and he may have suggested that i should try to make you jealous..."

hayoon stares at him in horror. damn yien. bambam was right. yien is one scary person. he's totally not an angel. a sly devil, that's what he is!

"i'm gonna kill that little piece of--" she mutters.

"so, um--" jinyoung breaks her monologue, watching her cautiously. "it's fine if you don't feel the same way, you know. i totally understand that. i was just--"

"you don't want to go on a date with me?" she cuts.

"what? no-- i mean, of course, i'd like to!" jinyoung's face is crimson now. how cute.

"okay then," hayoon nods, cheeks matching the color of his face, lips stretched so wide into a smile. "when are you free?"

[tuanmarkers]

GOT7 as baristas [AU]

(insp.)