Mark is being breathless after running, feeling someone’s heartbeat against yours, a box of matches, scribbled down notes, a river in the mountains, sitting on a skateboard, spontaneous water/snowball fights, blasting music in your room, dancing like no one is watching, goofing around with your friends, the confidence to get something right, field trips
Jaebum is the night sky, shadows of shades on the wall, getting up at 2am to google the thing bugging you, graffiti on a wall, driving fast, staying up late, your pet resting its head on your lap, linking fingers, little genuine smiles, hand written love notes, holding your breath underwater, that one song that makes you want to rule the world, coming home after a long day
Jackson is the excitement of discovery, fingers stained red from eating berries, a horse running through water, spinning fast on office chairs, s’mores, shreds of wrapping paper on the floor, long drives, lingering glances, finding bruises you don’t remember getting, learning new phrases in different languages, neon signs, listening to jazz, playing fetch with your dog
Jinyoung is the force of a whirlwind, sitting after a long day, brushed teeth, perfectly sharpened pencils, hot tears on your cheeks, trusting your intuition, watching the world pass by through a train window, smirks, random ideas in your head, jeans and leather jackets, code words, streets in a foreign city, knowing exactly what to say to win an argument, sarcasm and wit
Youngjae is stories by firelight, pulling your blanket back up when it falls down, oversized jumpers, butterfly kisses, humming in the morning, daydreaming, catching snowflakes with your tongue, long hugs, random laughing fits, climbing trees, big breakfasts, sipping lemonade through straws, holding hands, burrowing yourself in blankets, rolling down a hill in summer
Bambam is ink stains and missing pages, loud music on headphones, heels clicking on floors, charcoal on fingers, alcohol burning in the back of your throat, polaroids, high boots and long coats, a single tear, a glass of golden scotch, loud celebrations, adrenaline rushes, mixing different fizzy drinks, skipping stairs, proving someone wrong, complimenting strangers
Yugyeom is looking up at the stars, rolling off the edge of a bed, having dirty feet, torch light, a list of places you want to see, stretching after being hunched over all day, apple pie with vanilla ice cream, a really close flash of lightning, dancing ridiculously, skyscrapers, late night talks, outdoor concerts, supermarket raids at midnight, bonfires, complicated handshakes
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, striptease, ass grabbing, dirty talk.
A/N: This was so fun to write! Be Chill by @got7-markjinson is the prequel to this smut, so please go give her some love! All moodboard creds go to @imjadebeom! Everyone in this net is so talented, I swear to god. Anyway, my masterlist is here, as always, and if you have a request I’d love to hear from you!
Bambam smiled mischievously at you from across the table. “So… lingerie? Is that what your plan was? Get me terrified out of my mind and hope I’d want to stay the night, then take advantage of me while we laid in the same bed?”
You grinned and flushed, just a little sheepish at your plan being voiced aloud. “‘Taking advantage of you’ is a loose term, right?”
He beamed. “You’d hardly be taking advantage of me, love,” his voice was hushed as he passed a hand through your hair, leaning over the table and planting a gentle kiss on your lips.
You flushed and immediately turned away, getting up from your place altogether. You walked to the sink and grabbed a glass from the cupboard, turned on the faucet and got yourself a drink. You hoped that it would calm your nerves enough to let you think straight. Before you knew what hit you, though, Bambam had wrapped his arms around you from behind, and his lips assaulting your neck with sweet, warm kisses was the only thing you could focus on.
You turned around in his arms to face him and your lips crushed to his. He threaded his fingers through your hair instantly, a sigh parting from his perfect lips.
“You taste like ice cream,” he breathed.
You smiled and shook your head, and he pressed you into the counter. The edge dug into your back, but you didn’t care. Bambam was the only thing you could feel, the only thing you could think about. His hands wrapped around your waist and he hoisted you onto the counter, a hungry growl escaping his lips as he kissed you harder.
Bambam’s lips on yours made you dizzy, made your hands shake and your heart pound in your ears. You grinned to yourself and kissed him just as hard as he was kissing you, your mouths keeping perfect time like there was a metronome in the room. You pulled back for air, your lips raw and hair disheveled. Bambam smirked at you.
“Let’s get you out of that lingerie.”
Your boyfriend sat on the edge of your bed, a condom sitting on your nightstand. You stood in front of him, still clad in your red and black chemise set. “Just pretend I’m not here!” he grinned, leaning back on the bed.
“Bambam. Babe. I can’t just pretend you’re not here. I wouldn’t do a striptease if I was by myself.” you giggled, a delicate flush creeping over your features.
“Just like… try it. If it doesn’t work I can just take ‘em off for you,” he said, a sexy smirk crossing his face.
“Fine,” you agreed, “but if it goes bad, you can’t laugh.”
“I won’t, I swear. Be chill, babe. Do your thing.” He grinned and leaned forward.
You tapped play on your phone. You took a deep breath, and with new resolve, exuded confidence. The music floated through the air, the sexy beat taking you to another level. You are sexy. You are confident, you thought to yourself, repeating the words over and over in your head. You turned around and closed your eyes, letting the drum overtake you. You swayed your hips slowly to the beat and slipped your hands to your waist, the heat pooling in your core already. You slid your hands over your exposed ass, eliciting a sharp sigh from Bambam.
You dropped a smirk over your shoulder, turning in a circle as the beat flowed through the air. He was fixated on you, his eyes devouring the way your hips undulated to the music. He seemed to hold his breath when you took the hem of the chemise that covered your torso in your right hand. You lifted it just to your belly button, turning in another half-circle, rolling your hips just the way you knew Bambam liked.
“Fuck,” he breathed, his member constricting against his pants. You lifted the chemise higher, and he sighed again. “Just take it off.”
You grinned and pulled it over your head and tossed it to the side, running your fingertips gently over your newly exposed breasts. You rolled your body into your own hand, turning in the other direction and letting your hand slip lower to the band of your panties. You dropped another look over your shoulder. Bambam’s eyes were heavy-lidded with lust, his hand palming at his cock through his pants. You smirked and pulled off your panties in one slow, fluid move.
“Are you ready, baby?” he asked.
You nodded, the thought of him filling you making your core throb with anticipation. He made quick work of his pants, boxers and button-down, ready in mere seconds. You pushed Bambam onto the bed by his shoulder, grabbing the condom off the nightstand and getting on top of him within seconds. He grinned up at you. “I love it when you take control.”
You grinned and pressed your lips to his, hungry and ready to devour him at your first chance. You placed the condom in his hand, breaking the kiss to leave hickeys all over his chest and neck. He took the wrapper off with his teeth, rolled the condom down on himself, squeezed the reservoir and by the time he was ready, so were you.
You knotted your lips back with Bambam’s, his mouth smoldering under yours as you felt your way backward with the help of his guiding hands, fingers squeezing hard enough at your ass to leave bruises. You grinned when he whimpered as your fingers closed around his cock. You guided it slowly to your soaked entrance, Bambam’s hands clasping firmly around your ass. You braced yourself on his chest with one hand, and began to roll your hips slowly, building speed with every passing second. Bambam was underneath you with his eyes smoldering as he drilled you, his fingers digging into the sensitive skin of your ass.
The sensation was making you wetter by the second and you rolled your hips faster, eliciting a breathy moan from Bambam. “Fuck, babe,” he breathed. He scooted toward the edge of the bed, put his feet on the ground and adjusted you in his lap. He thrusted up into you, faster than ever, chasing not just his orgasm but your own. It was all you could do not to scream as Bambam’s girth fucked into you, your walls fluttering. He shivered and continued, goosebumps spreading over his arms as he thrusted up into you. You reached between you, rubbing generously at your clit, a moan that bordered on a scream building in your chest.
“Hol-holy shit, Bambam!” you moaned, your walls finally collapsing in utter bliss. “Fuuuuuuuck!”
He drilled you faster, thrusts short and sloppy as he pursued his orgasm. “Fuck me, Y/N,” he ground out, voice filled with lust as you clenched your pussy around him. He was so close you could taste it, and his tongue flicked out to swipe across his lips. You slipped your hand to the back of his sweaty neck and he fucked you harder, faster and with more urgency, until--finally-- he was filling the condom between you with his seed.
He cursed like a sailor, his lips swollen and red as he gasped out his orgasm, face contorting in bliss as he came. You stayed on top of him for a second, until you were sure you could move without falling over, then climbed out of his lap and headed straight for the hallway.
“Race ya to the shower! Last one in owes the winner a foot rub!”
Bambam groaned and got up as slowly as he could, but then bolted to the shower before you could even get all the way out of the bedroom.
“Hahah! Sucker!” he laughed, his nose scrunching, exactly the way he knew you couldn’t resist. “You owe me!”
It looked like you did, in fact, owe him a foot rub.
Mark: “who says twenty-four year olds arent allowed to drink strawberry milk?”
Jackson: “i’m a genius, a god level supreme genius”
Jinyoung: “OYA YOU KNOW WHAT?! LETS JUST BEAT UP YUGYEOM”
Youngjae: “WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK IS THAT AHHHH”
Bambam: “i’m single, i’m stupid, everything i do is stupid, OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH, i shud just die, wow My LIFE IS AMAZING, give me the bud light, oooooh that so strong”
Yugyeom: “hey guys, can i get some money? i need to buy my weekly instant ramen”
