~GOT7 Reaction to you sliding into their Lap~
pairing: Got7 x reader
warning: fluff, slightly suggestive sometimes
disclaimer: not my pic
Jaebeom
You were sitting at the edge of the couch, rambling about the argument you’d had with your best friend. The frustration in your voice was obvious, but when you glanced over, Jay B was lying back, one arm propped behind his head, the other scrolling lazily through his phone. He hummed at the right moments — or maybe the wrong ones — and you could tell he wasn’t really listening.
You frowned, watching his thumb flick across the screen again. The irritation that had been aimed at your friend began to shift toward the man in front of you. You let out a small sigh and fell silent, but he didn’t even notice.
That did it.
Without a word, you got up, walked around the couch, and leaned down over him. He glanced up for a second, eyes flicking from your face to your lips, then back to his phone as if pretending to stay focused. You smirked. Slowly, deliberately, you swung one leg over his and sank down into his lap.
His phone froze mid-scroll.
Jay B looked up at you, a grin instantly tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Oh?” he drawled, voice dropping a little lower. “What’s this about?”
You didn’t answer. Instead, you reached for his phone, pried it gently from his hand, and placed it on the coffee table. His hands slid to your hips, warm and steady, thumbs pressing lightly against your sides. His grin deepened.
“Talk to me” he said, fingers flexing just a little. “What do you want, hmm?”
You tilted your head, pretending to think. “Let's say I want your undivided attention,” you said simply, and leaned down to kiss him.
The grin faded into something darker as his lips met yours. He tasted faintly of mint and coffee, and the lazy rhythm of the kiss made your chest feel light. One of his hands moved up your back, pulling you closer until you could feel his heartbeat against yours.
For a moment, everything else disappeared — no phone, no argument, no lingering irritation. Just the quiet hum of the room and the way his thumb traced slow circles against your spine.
When you finally pulled back, he was looking at you like you’d just stolen his breath. “You could’ve just said that, you know,” he murmured.
You chuckled, brushing your nose against his. “I did,” you whispered. “You just weren’t listening.”
He laughed softly and kissed you again — longer this time — as if making up for it.
And from that point on, his phone stayed right where you’d left it.
Jinyoung
You were almost done getting ready — a few final touches, a bit of perfume, one last look in the mirror. Jinyoung had finished long before you. You could hear the quiet creak of the chair in the kitchen where he sat waiting, his phone silent, a glass of water half-forgotten beside him.
When you finally stepped out, the sight of him made you pause. He was sitting casually, legs crossed, shirt perfectly pressed, sleeves rolled up just enough to show a bit of his forearms. He looked effortlessly put together, the kind of handsome that made your heart skip even after all this time.
You smiled to yourself, lingering in the doorway for a second longer than you should have. He noticed.
His gaze lifted from the table, one eyebrow raising slightly. “You ready?” he asked, voice smooth, unhurried — as if he already knew he had your full attention.
Instead of answering, you slowly crossed the room, heels clicking against the floor. His eyes followed you, curious. When you stopped in front of him, you could see the hint of a smirk tugging at his lips.
Without saying a word, you slid into his lap, your knees on either side of his thighs. His brows lifted in amusement, but his hands instinctively came to rest on your waist.
“This doesn’t look like you’re ready to go out,” he said, that teasing tone wrapping around each word.
You only smiled, fingers brushing the hair at the nape of his neck. “Maybe I changed my mind,” you murmured, leaning in to kiss him. His lips were soft, deliberate — always in control — but you could feel the way he inhaled sharply when you deepened the kiss.
When you pulled back, you trailed your lips along his jaw and down to his neck, pressing a slow kiss there. “I’m no longer in the mood to go out,” you whispered against his skin.
He let out a quiet laugh, one hand tightening slightly on your hip. “You know, we had plans,” he said, feigning disappointment.
You hummed. “We can make new ones,” you whispered, kissing the spot just beneath his ear.
Jinyoung tilted his head back, eyes closing for a moment. “You’re dangerous,” he said softly, the last of his resistance melting away. When he finally looked at you again, his expression had softened — the teasing replaced by something warmer.
“Five minutes,” he murmured before pulling you back in for another kiss. “Then we’ll see if we still want to go.”
Spoiler: you didn’t.
Mark
The soft clicking of Mark’s keyboard filled the room, rapid and steady, broken only by the occasional muttered word under his breath. You stood by the door, arms crossed, watching him with a mixture of amusement and mild annoyance. He’d said, “Just one more game,” about twenty minutes ago. That was three matches ago.
You tried the subtle things first — brushing your fingers through his hair, leaning against his chair, even whispering his name close to his ear. Each time, he just smiled absentmindedly, his eyes glued to the screen.
“Almost done, babe,” he said, not even looking away.
You narrowed your eyes. “That’s what you said fifteen minutes ago.”
He just laughed quietly, completely focused.
You sighed dramatically, waiting a few more seconds before deciding that if he wasn’t going to give you attention willingly, you’d have to take it.
You stepped closer, hands resting on the back of his chair, and leaned down to murmur near his ear. “You’re ignoring me.”
“Mm, not ignoring,” he said, still not looking away. “Just concentrating.”
That was the final straw.
Before he could react, you slid onto his lap, one leg over each side, and caught his chin with your hand, forcing his gaze up to meet yours. The surprise in his eyes was instant — his hands froze midair, his game forgotten.
“Hey—” he started, but you cut him off with a kiss.
It wasn’t soft. It was the kind of kiss that demanded his full attention, and it worked. His hands hesitated for a second before falling naturally to your waist, fingers gripping lightly as he leaned into you. His chair creaked beneath the shift, but neither of you cared.
When you finally pulled away, his eyes were still half-lidded, lips slightly parted. He blinked once, then let out a small laugh. “You really want me to loose huh?” he murmured, his voice low and amused.
You smiled, brushing your thumb over his bottom lip. “Yes,” you whispered, kissing him again before he could say anything else.
His hand came up to the back of your neck, deepening the kiss until the soft glow of the screen was the only reminder of the game he’d abandoned. The quiet sound of the defeat notification chimed in the background, and he laughed against your lips.
“Guess I lost,” he said softly.
“Guess you did,” you replied, smiling as he pulled you closer.
And for once, he didn’t seem to mind losing at all.
Jackson
You and Jackson were curled up on the couch, half a bowl of popcorn between you and the TV glowing with the latest K-drama episode. The male lead had just appeared onscreen — perfect hair, perfect jawline, the whole cinematic package — and you might’ve let out a small, dreamy sigh without realizing.
That was all the ammunition Jackson needed.
“Awww, look at you,” he teased immediately, grinning wide. “You’ve got hearts in your eyes right now!”
You rolled your eyes, trying to play it off. “I do not.”
He laughed, leaning closer. “You totally do. Should I be worried? Should I start dressing like him? Maybe do the slow-motion hair flip thing?” He mimicked it horribly, making you snort into your drink.
“Stop it,” you said, shaking your head.
He only smirked. “Admit it, babe. You’ve got a crush.”
You turned toward him, a spark of mischief in your eyes. “Oh, really?”
Before he could react, you lunged forward, setting the popcorn aside just in time, and climbed right into his lap. His laugh burst out immediately, loud and surprised, hands automatically landing on your hips to steady you.
“Oh?” he grinned, tilting his head back against the couch. “What’s this? Trying to prove something?”
You leaned in closer, your face inches from his. “You talk too much,” you murmured, your tone light but teasing.
Jackson chuckled, his eyes flicking between yours. “You know, every time you do something like this…” His hands tightened slightly on your waist, pulling you closer until your chest brushed against his. “…it just makes me want to tease you more.”
You smirked. “Then I guess I’ll have to give you more reasons.”
He laughed again, warm and genuine, before his voice softened just a touch. “You really think I’m gonna let you win this?”
“Pretty sure you already did,” you whispered, looping your arms around his neck.
The TV kept playing in the background, the K-drama long forgotten as Jackson’s laughter faded into a quieter, sweeter sound. He pressed a quick kiss to your jaw before looking up at you with that familiar spark in his eyes — half amusement, half adoration.
“Alright, fine,” he said, smiling. “You win this round. But next episode, I’m picking the guy I get to crush on.”
You rolled your eyes, laughing as he pulled you closer. “Deal,” you said, though you both knew neither of you would be paying attention to the show anymore.
Youngjae
The air was cool and quiet inside the car, the faint hum of the old movie playing through the drive-in speakers filling the silence. The glow from the big screen washed over Youngjae’s face as he watched intently, his eyes wide and focused, completely immersed.
You, on the other hand, had lost interest about twenty minutes ago. The movie wasn’t bad, but the way his brow furrowed every now and then — the way his lips parted slightly when something dramatic happened — was far more entertaining.
You leaned your head against the seat, watching him instead of the film. He didn’t notice at first, too caught up in the story. A small smile crept across your face as you realized how adorable he looked when he concentrated.
“Are you even watching the movie?” he asked suddenly, glancing at you with a little grin.
“Not really,” you admitted.
He chuckled softly, eyes flicking back to the screen. “You’re missing the best part.”
You hummed, pretending to think. “Maybe. But I think I found something better to look at.”
That earned you a flustered glance. His ears turned a shade pinker, and he tried to hide it by facing forward again.
You bit back a laugh, then decided to make things a little more interesting. Without warning, you shifted, moving closer until your knee brushed his. He turned his head just in time to see you climbing gently onto his lap, settling yourself there with a mischievous smile.
“Y–Yah!” he stammered, his hands instinctively landing on your hips. “What are you doing? Someone might see!”
You shrugged, leaning in until your nose brushed his. “It’s dark,” you whispered. “No one’s looking.”
He looked like he was about to argue — but the words got lost when your lips met his. For a moment, he froze, eyes wide. Then, slowly, his shoulders relaxed, and his hands tightened just slightly, pulling you closer.
The movie continued to play outside, the flickering light dancing across the windshield, but neither of you cared. You kissed him again — deeper this time — and felt him smile against your lips.
When you finally pulled back, breathless, he let out a quiet laugh, still blushing. “You’re gonna get us caught,” he murmured, though his voice was softer now, fond.
You grinned. “Then stop me.”
He gave you that shy, crooked smile — the one that always made your heart skip. “I don’t think I want to,” he whispered, before kissing you again.
And for the rest of the night, the movie was completely forgotten.
Bambam
The club was alive — lights flashing, bass thrumming through the air, bodies moving in rhythm to the beat. You and BamBam had been sitting in one of the corner booths with a few friends, half-listening to conversations, half-watching the dance floor.
He looked good. Too good, really. The dim lighting made the silver in his jewelry glint every time he moved, his shirt slightly unbuttoned from the heat of the night. You were nursing your drink, trying not to stare, when you noticed her — a girl from another group leaning a little too close, her laugh a bit too loud.
You watched as she brushed her hand along the back of the booth, close enough to get his attention. And of course, she got it — at least for a second. He smiled politely, said something you couldn’t hear. But before she could take it further, BamBam shook his head with an easy grin and leaned back, draping his arm across the back of your seat instead.
The girl got the message. She disappeared toward the dance floor with a pout.
You told yourself you weren’t jealous, but the way your chest tightened said otherwise.
When most of your friends drifted away to dance, leaving just the two of you in the booth, BamBam turned to you, eyes gleaming with amusement. “You’ve been quiet,” he said, his tone light. “Everything okay?”
You raised an eyebrow. “Perfectly fine.”
“Mm.” His smirk said he didn’t believe you.
You didn’t give him a chance to tease you further. Without warning, you swung a leg over his lap and straddled him, your hands braced against his chest. His brows shot up, a low chuckle escaping before he could stop it.
“Ohhh,” he laughed, voice rich and teasing. “So that’s what this is about.”
You didn’t bother answering — you just leaned in and kissed him, hard enough that he lost the next breath of laughter. His hands found your waist instantly, fingers flexing as he melted into it. You felt him smile against your lips, clearly enjoying how bold you’d gotten.
When you finally pulled back, your lips were still inches from his. “Still think I’m quiet?” you asked, grinning.
He tilted his head, smirk deepening. “You were jealous,” he said, sounding far too pleased with himself.
You laughed softly. “Maybe a little.”
He hummed, pulling you closer again, his breath warm against your ear. “Good,” he murmured. “Because I only look at you anyway.”
And with that, he kissed you again — slow this time, deliberate — until the rest of the club faded into nothing but music and the two of you.
Yugyeom
The studio lights were dim, casting a warm glow over the scattered equipment and half-empty coffee cups. Yugyeom sat in front of his setup, headphones around his neck, a proud grin tugging at his lips as he watched your reaction to the track he’d just finished.
The bass was smooth, his vocals melting perfectly into the rhythm. You could feel the song all the way down to your chest — confident, sultry, and effortlessly him.
When it ended, you blinked, trying to find words. “That was… wow,” you said, still caught in the afterglow of the melody. “It’s got such a vibe. I don’t even know how to describe it.”
He laughed softly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Good ‘wow’ or bad ‘wow’?”
You smiled. “Very good wow. Like… dangerously good.”
He turned in his chair to face you, eyes glinting with amusement. “Dangerously good?” he repeated, clearly intrigued.
You tilted your head, a small smirk forming. “Yeah,” you murmured, stepping closer. “Like it shouldn’t sound that attractive.”
Yugyeom’s grin widened, but before he could tease you, you moved — slowly, deliberately — and slid into his lap. His breath caught for just a second, his hands hovering awkwardly in the air as if he wasn’t sure where to put them. Then instinct kicked in, and they settled on your hips, firm and warm.
“Oh?” he said, his voice dipping low, playful. “What’s this about?”
You leaned in until your lips brushed his, whispering against them. “I love watching you work,” you said honestly. “It… does something to me.”
That made him grin — the kind of grin that started small and grew until it took over his whole face. “Yeah?” he murmured, eyes flicking down to your lips again.
You nodded, barely getting the chance to breathe before he closed the space between you. The kiss started soft but deepened fast, his fingers tightening against your waist as if he couldn’t get you close enough. You felt him smile against your lips, his breath hot and uneven.
When he finally pulled back, his eyes were darker now, voice low and teasing. “You’re gonna make me forget about work,” he whispered.
“Good,” you said simply.
He laughed quietly, the sound low in his throat, before kissing you again — hungrier this time. Without breaking the kiss, he stood, lifting you effortlessly in his arms. You gasped, clinging to his shoulders as he carried you toward the small couch in the corner of the studio.
“Guess we’re taking a break,” he murmured, his smile brushing against your lips.
You grinned. “You earned it.”
