Loving the small popcorn discourse I started! I bet they also have a cotton candy machine and they all just stick their arms into the machine instead of using sticks. Yellow will cover popcorn in cotton candy and Red sticks vitamin gummies in the machine hoping to get the flavor but ends up ruining the machine!
R E D
THAT I cannot excuse Red for R E D
Yellow is on thin ice, but you DON'T PUT GUMMIES IN THE MACHINE
congratulations sweetheart!! you deserve the world! and thank you for creating so many beautiful stories for us, I swear you make my week easier and help me go through classes and uni and stress 😔🤙🏻 (a true Nostalgic stan right here omg I think it's already the best yugyeom fic out there) and....well... maybe can I request a drabble with 23 and 32 from the smut list with yugyeom??? girl I think he definitely IS a passionate lover i'm-
Omg you definitely are the one that deserves the world! 💕 Thank YOU for this sweet ask, it made my day even better! I'm glad I help you with the stufd I post here but remember! If it wasn't for the support you all give me I would never ever come up with my stories! I'm so glad you like Nostalgic, it's a fic I'm a bit insecure of since Liar was so popular but heh, it's nice to know you enjoy it ^^
Anyways, I'll stop ranting now and give you your drabble....I can get so annoying geeze XD.
Yugyeom pushed you down onto his bed amd without wasting any second he positioned himself on top of you, pushing your legs opened with his hips.
Your clothes had been discarded a few seconds ago so there was absolutely nothing separating your body from Yugyeom's. He pushed his hips against yours, thrusting into your wet entrance and drowning the both of you in pure bliss.
A moan escaped your lips, making Yugyeom moan in returned as he buried his face against your neck "Fuck, I love the sounds you make" He muttered against your breath, groaning as he started moving faster. With your nails digging into his skin, your moans echoing in the room and your limbs desperately pulling him closer to you, Yugyeom felt as if he was in Heaven. He found himself wishing this moment would never end "I could make love to you forever"
You didn't know if the both of you had enough stamina for that but you were sure you both did to have a wonderful, passionate night.
♥ barista! reader & dancer! yugyeom (feat. rest of got7)
♥ fluffy!!
♥ 3k words
♥ summary: if you hadn’t left your watch in the bus, you wouldn’t have found out that the handsome stranger sitting next to you found you cute too
now i’m convinced im a dad friend with all my damn puns in my titles
Your feet tapped impatiently against the concrete pavement, fingers twitching along the hem of your sweater while your eyes scanned the road like a hawk. As usual, you were late for work once again and if it weren't for your merciful boss with a heart of gold, you would have been retrenched by your third shift in a split second. But as time had passed since your first, you had learnt about the numerous alleyways and shortcuts you had come to know off during these past few months. Just in case time wouldn't be on your side that day, your fingers tapped acroos your screen in a frantic manner, sending a quick message to your manager and another one to your coworker to cover up for you while you strategized the best way to come about your late situation. It only took a minute for your mind to register the plan as your eyes lit up to see the bus arriving, your feet quickly bringing you to the end of the bus stop just as you had calculated every step and move.
"I'll just have to run through the alleyway beside the flowershop, through the little opening in the fence and I might just make it," you muttered to yourself, while you occupied the seat that was nearest to the back door. After the next stop, and the usual scurrying of passengers alighting and boarding the bus, you were greeted by a tall and handsome stranger taking the seat beside yours, while you shuffled in your seat to give space to the imaginary personal bubble that surrounded him. It was basic manners to not invade a stranger's privacy – if only the countless strangers you had met in your life had been taught the same. Just as you were about to steal a glance of the good-looking stranger beside you, your next stop was in view and the anxiety bubbling in your stomach threw out most of your manners out the window. You flooded the man with your countless 'sorry' s while you squeezed your way out of your seat and mumbled another million apologies to the other passengers you had to wiggle through. Oggling a handsome stranger can wait for another time, but your top priority was the convenient and well-paid job that you were definitely not going to risk. Not on your watch– Speaking of watch, where is your watch?
Just as you were about to check the time ticking on your wrist, the unfamiliar feeling of bareness on your left wrist was explained as your watch was nowhere to be found. Shit. Who cares, with whatever time you had left, you ran as fast as your legs could carry you, sneaking past the alleyway beside the flowershop and crawling through the broken fence. In a few minutes, you barely managed to arrive at the cafe, and less than decent looking to say the least. Your coworker, Youngjae, snifles his giggles as he picked a few dry leaves clinging onto your hair and brushing through your hair to make you a little more presentable to be a barista.
"Jaebum's not going to be here until the evening so you're safe," he chuckled, unable to sustain his giggles as you slipped on your apron and checked if anything was out of place in the reflection of the glass walls. With a brief salute as a sign for Youngjae to begin his break, you took over and wiped the counter while you waited patiently for the next wave of customers. Just as you were about to restock the pile of muffins on the display shelves, a figure stood at the front of the cashier. With a friendly smile prepared, you greeted the customer only to be met with a slightly familiar face. Have you met him before? An ex-schoolmate perhaps? And the small smile that crawled onto his lips only confirmed your suspicions. But where the heck have you seen him?
"May I take your order?" You smiled, your fidgeting and nervous fingers were on standby, ready to punch in his order.
"I'm actually here to return something but a chocolate shake sounds nice," he ordered, his small smile only growing wider as you recorded his order. Return something? Did you drop your watch at the bus? You politely asked him to wait once he had paid while you prepared his order, a tsunami of questions flooding your mind as your muscle memory took over to finish the order. You served him his order but was greeted by his face, a little too close for strangers.
"When do you have your break?" It was a simple question but your brain seemed to malfunction from the distance between the both of you. To be met with a handsome stranger, it would be abnormal for you to not shortcircuit under his gaze. After a few painfully long seconds, you stuttered a reply, mentioning that your break would only start a few hours later. "Sure!" he chimed, his smile reaching his ears – and he's cute too? But his determination to wait that long for someone he barely knew only raised more questions in your cramped mind. He threw one last smile your way before his long legs carried him to an empty spot a few tables away from the cashier, his eyes always trailing back to yours somehow. 'This is not the time for you to slack and drool over a guy, (y/n). Get your shit together,' you thought to yourself, patting your warm and rosy cheeks to settle down before customers began rolling in. A few hours felt like minutes when Bambam comes strolling in with a wide smile, greeting you with your handshake before he slipped on his apron to take over while you went on your break. And just at the mention of that one word sent you goosebumps while your eyes scanned the same spot the stranger had sat in. And there he was, still patiently waiting while he daydreamed, finding interest in the passers-by strolling past the cafe and occasionally scrolling through his smartphone. But your thoughts were interuppted by Bambam, his voice echoing from behind you.
"You know Yugyeom? Why is he even here anyway? I thought he had dance lessons today," Bambam mumbled he last two sentences, as he rearranged the dry cups onto their corresponding shelves. "His name is Yugyeom?" you questioned, folding your apron while you looked back at Bambam. Not only to get an answer to your question but also because Yugyeom was a second closer to turning his head your way. Bambam nodded before a customer stood in front of the cashier as duty called for him to do his job. It's now or never.
He was here to return something not anything more, but a part of you hoped that maybe you might get something more than you wished for. It wouldn't be bad to get a handsome guy's digits once in a while. You made over to his table, the cup he had been sipping on was now completely empty as he greeted you with that same warm smile, making your heart skip a beat. He invited you to the seat opposite of his while his fingers fetched something from the back of his jean pockets. In a swift movement, your watch was presented in his hand, your eyes lighting up at the sight of it. It may not have cost much but it being a gift from your parents had an overwhelming sentimental value to it. You thanked him profusely, unable to wipe the plastered grin on your face while Yugyeom looked towards you with interest. 'How can someone look this adorable?' he thought to himself, a soft chuckle eliciting from his lips as he placed the watch into your grasps. But the lingering feeling of his skin against yours raised more questions into your mind as you peeked up towards him, a confused look etching your features as his hand remained atop on yours.
"I've stalled enough," he paused, as you watched him avert your gaze. Were your eyes playing tricks on you? Was his cheeks turning pink? "C-can I get your number? I find you pretty cute but uhm I never really got the courage to ask," he chuckled nervously, using his free hand to rub the nape of his neck. You were beyond flustered that someone who seemed out of your league had actually gone out of their way to ask you out. Shyly, you nodded your head and asked for his phone, the tall male eagerly retrieving it as he passed it to you. As much as you tried to hide your trembling fingers, you tapped the screen as your number was displayed on it. "I can't pick up calls as often b-but messages are fine," you informed him, placing his phone in his hands. It was as if his smile could grow even more wider from the mood-booster you had just given him. You found it amusing that this man, who could probably get a number from a random stranger on the street, wanted yours and to top it all off, he seemed like a kid in a candy shop when you presented your digits to him. Cute was an understatement.
"Y-you think I'm cute too?" he questioned. It seemed like your thpughts had been voiced out as you groaned, covering your face so that he couldn't get a peek of your rosy cheeks. Before Yugyeom could reach out and remove your hand from your face, his phone rings, the name on the screen sending him into panic as he debated to pick up the call. But he couldn't run away from his duties forever.
"Hello? Yeah sorry, I got caught up with an appointment. I'll be there- 60 push ups?! N-No sir. O-ok bye," He ended the call with a groan as he kept his phone safe in his backpocket. "I'll leave you a message tonight...ah shit, I forgot-"
"The name's (y/n). Nice to meet you, Yugyeom," You smiled, shaking his hand as he looked at you with a raised brow. "Bambam told me that you actually had somewhere to go?" you giggled, the sound of it melting his heart as he chuckled sheepishly. "Yeah but I kinda found something more important," Yugyeom smirked yet the tinge of pink on his cheeks go unnoticed, as he inched closer, your cheeks imitating his.
“That’s enough flirting for today you two,” A familiar and dreadful voice echoes into your right ear as you cringed to yourself, furrowing your brows as you cursed under your breath. By the shock and nervous look on Yugyeom’s face, you could already envision the grumpy old man standing behind you, throwing daggers into your head with his eyes while his signature move of clenching his jaw while he simultaneously jutted it out. Yugyeom excused himself, sending a small apologetic smile as his eyes never left yours, leaving through the glass doors. Now onto the more important subject at hand.
“(y/n), your break is already over but what were you doing throwing heart eyes at Yugyeom?” Jaebum raises his razored brow, the disappointed look on his face made you turn away as you gnawed on the inside of your cheek. Was it that obvious? But another question pops up into your head as your neck nearly snaps from turning your head towards him. “You know Yugyeom?”
“Yeah? We all go to the same studio. And stop changing the subj-” Jaebum shook his head until you interrupted his train of thoughts once more, already forgetting Angry Jaebum, as your eyes glanced from him to Bambam and then onto your manager once more. “You guys knew him that long and never introduced him to me?” you whined, a look of disbelief painting your features.
“(y/n)…” Jaebum trailed off, his signature look appearing once again, while you huffed and made your way back to the cashier, rolling your eyes once your face was out of his sight. Bambam snickered while Youngjae watched Jaebum disappear into the backroom. “You guys better have a good explanation for not telling me about that fine specimen,” you glared while Bambam ruffled your hair, your attempt at looking furious was obviously not portraying the message. “Sure, kid. But you better get to making the drinks or you’ll get your butt kicked,”
As the sun began to set and the hustle and bustle of the café died down, you took to wiping down the tables and cleaning whatever there was left. The little shop was left with a few students lost in their essays while others were having heart-to-heart talks with their friends or lovers. You hoped that they would be the last few customers for the day until the dreadful ringing of the bell hanging above the entrance rang again, signaling another customer had come through. Or that’s what you thought. You looked towards the door with a plastic smile only to see the familiar tall boy with that damn heart-clenching smile, your lips curling into a more genuine grin.
“I’ll wait for you by the corner,” he spoke as his hand softly grazed yours. You nodded your head as you made your way back to the counter, a tray full of dirty plates and coffee-stained cups. You couldn’t wipe the smile off your face or calm the pounding of your heart as you cleared the dirty plates and cups into the sink, slowly making your way back to the front while Bambam looked towards you with another knowing look. But this time, it was more annoyed - a raised brow and a half smile made it’s way onto his face as his gaze fell back onto Yugyeom, who was too busy admiring the way your hair fell perfectly around your face to realize that his friend was judging him from a mile away.
“What’s with that face?” You scoffed, sneaking a bite of a prototype pastry that Youngjae had made that morning. Bambam sighed as he nodded his head towards his friend, your eyes trailing back to Yugyeom’s as both your eyes were interlocked, turning his cheeks rosy pink while you looked away, earning the ‘you guys are unbelievable’ look from your coworker. “What is this? A cliché drama? Right in front of my salad?”
“It's not the time for memes, you doofus. And keep the damn milk before it spoils," you rolled your eyes while you bashfully and intently avoided eye contact with Yugyeom. "You better make some cute kids so I can be titled the cool uncle," Bambam added in while a rag was thrown right towards him, landing straight on his face. You groaned quietly in frustration while the red hue on your cheeks grew more saturated. Having kids? With Yugyeom? Who does he think he is? A freaking fortune teller? Just as you were about to malfunction from the numerous thoughts bombarding your mind, the doorbell rings to announce that the last customers had just left, her arms wrapped around her boyfriend as they walked through the streets. Bambam and you sighed in relief as you began to walk over to the last table while he wiped the counter clean and arranged the ingredients into their rightful places. After about half an hour of cleaning and checking if everything had been settled, you slipped off your apron and swung your bag over your shoulder.
"Don't keep loverboy waiting, I'll close up shop so shoo!" He teased, earning a chuckle and a soft nudge on his shoulder. You could always rely on him just like you did towards a brother, or that’s what you perceived it to be. You hugged him tightly before leaving the break room, a wide smile plastered on your face as you peeked out to where Yugyeom had been sitting. His black hair fell onto his eyes, his head hung low with his relaxed shoulders as a combo gave it away that he took a little nap at his seat. You giggled at this adorable giant sleeping ever so peacefully, looking like an overgrown kitten while his head rocked softly back and forth. With a soft nudge to his shoulders, he stirs awake instantly, nearly knocking the table with his long limbs as he stood upright.
"You must be exhausted," you incquired, making Yugyeom shake his head furiously at your words. By the guilty frown on your lips, he had to leave a little white lie roll of his tongue while he changed the topic, unconsciously grabbing hold of your hand as he brought you out of the cafe. You stiffened by the contact as your shoulders began to tensen up while your feet followed his pace obediently. It was only when his eyes trailed back to yours - which your eyes were glued to the skinship he had initiated - that Yugyeom pulled away, his ears tinting pink while a million apologies tumbled your way.
"It's okay, Yugyeom. I was just surprised," you smiled softly, as he melted at the way you had looked so endearingly towards him. He barely knew you yet you had him wrapped around your finger. Maybe the both of you were going at a faster rate than average, but everything felt too right, just being with someone who emitted so much warmth spiritually. "I actually wanted to walk you home since it's late out but I have absolutely no idea where you live," he laughed nervously, as he shook his head slightly to ruffle his bangs into place. You snifle your giggles as he followed your lead, following you like an obedient puppy.
The night was filled with conversations and learning more about the other as time flew by, every step bringing you closer to your home but also a step closer for your little hang out to be put to an end. As you stepped right outside the entrance of your apartment complex, you smiled bashfully before thanking him, earning a blushing Yugyeom with a wide grin plastered on his face. "Take care when you're on your way home," you chimed as you waved him goodbye while the tall friendly giant walked backwards, waving goodbye as well. That night felt unusually peaceful somehow, the sound of your noisy neighbors being tuned out by your thoughts as you snoozed like a little baby. Everything felt so perfect. Maybe too much. But you stop your doubts to let the situation be. How long had it been since you felt peace?
A/n: planning part 2 to this because i need to push myself out of my comfort zone and write some ANGST bubs :)) so have some fluff before i try to drown myself with attempting to write some emo tingz
You groaned as Yugyeom pressed you against the cold metal of his car, his hands gripped your ass under your skirt and you were two seconds away from jumping and wrapping your legs around his waist.
"Forget the bed, let’s fuck right here" Yugyeom growled, turning you around so your front was against the car and your back against his chest.
You closed your eyes feeling his boner teasing you "We can not...Not here...Yugyeom" Words were struggling to come out because the pleasure was too high.
"Less talking, more fucking baby" He muttered, unzipping his pants enough to get his cock out and thrusted it into you "I’d hold onto something if I were you" Yugyeom proposed smirking.
