walk into the club like whatup i like to suck d [2/?]
you asked for more and so there is more
"Looks like you've got a bit of a problem there," the bartender said, gaze sliding down Baekhyun's body to the spot where his rather tight jeans were rather tightest.
Glancing downwards, BJ King Baek snorted, looking back up defiantly and pointing a finger at his crotch, "That's hardly a problem. More of a blessing, tbh."
He gave the bartender a once over, smirking evilly. Shifting closer and tracing pretty fingers along the stranger's elbow, he whispered "The bacon torpedo's been launched... And it's ready to wreck some ass."
And Kyungsoo's thought process went something like
Only then he realized
But remembered
And quickly decided
But before anything beyond a dazedly aroused expression could be offered in response...
"Too bad it's not your ass that's getting wrecked!" Baekhyun exclaimed cheerily, reaching over and slapping a hand against Kyungsoo's not-gonna-get-wrecked-by-the-baconator-ass for good measure.
With that, the BJ King took a step back, smiling sympathetically at the bartender who was now staring at him dumbly, eyes anime-wide, and he swore he saw a Ghibli tear slide down the guy's cheek.
Spinning around, he marched off towards the dancefloor.
Kyungsoo just
Unlike Kyungsoo, however, Sehun was having much more luck with the object of his affections.
"Tho, gotta name, babe?"
"Luhan!"
Sehun paused from his ministrations, shifting back a step so he was looking at Luhan's face instead of trailing kisses along collarbones, "Luhan? That thounds like a boy name..."
Luhan gave him a funny look and laughed a bit too hard, clearly having had one too many gayass cocktails, but Sehun couldn't help but laugh along, too, feeling butterflies as gay as the resident cocktails fluttering in the pit of his stomach.
It was the most beautiful smile he had ever seen.
"I'll jutht call you Lulu, then," He decided, his expression suddenly turning sly, "I'm gonna destroy your puthy, babe, you jutht prepare for thome all night entertainment-"
"Wait, what?"
"What?"
"Did you say you're gonna destroy my pussy?"
"Yeth. What elthe would I be destroying?"
"Uh, you know, my prison purse."
"Your what now?"
"My ham flower."
"Hamth have flowerth?"
"My o-ring..."
"What the fuck ith that-"
"My goddamn asshole, jesus!"
"Oh, woah, ok. Never tried anal before, but I have heard some ladieth like it tho-"
"I have a dick."
BJ King was killing it on the dancefloor.
And his damn fine behind was attracting plenty of attention - but, most of the time, the wrong attention.
Some girl had tried to get all up in his space shaking her booty left and right, and just the sight of her dorito shade cover up reminded Baekhyun too much of his experimental stage with make up.
Shuddering at the repulsive memory, Baekhyun wanted a distraction - ideally in the form of a game of hide the salami - so he twerked his way across the club till he bumped into a tall guy on accident. Livid, he swung around, hip cocked and lip raised in a sneer, ready to be outraged, only to be greeted by a face of impossible divinity.
Baekhyun could only stare in awe.
Luckily, the divine blessing standing in front of him was more articulate.
And all was fine and dandy until the guy kept talking.
Did he just call me... ghetto?
Baekhyun cocked a hip, raised a brow, and glared up at Krees, "Ghetto? Excuse you you're Destiny's Child and I am fucking Beyonce, you wanna-be hood piece of shi-"
"Wait I didn't mean-"
"Princess on the streets king in the sheets."
TO BE CONTINUED
once again. probably. yeah.
"Looks like you've got a bit of a problem there," the bartender said, gaze sliding down Baekhyun's body to the spot where his rather tight jeans were rather tightest.
Glancing downwards, BJ King Baek snorted, looking back up defiantly and pointing a finger at his crotch, "That's hardly a problem. More of a blessing, tbh."
He gave the bartender a once over, smirking evilly. Shifting closer and tracing pretty fingers along the stranger's elbow, he whispered "The bacon torpedo's been launched... And it's ready to wreck some ass."
And Kyungsoo's thought process went something like
Only then he realized
But remembered
And quickly decided
But before anything beyond a dazedly aroused expression could be offered in response...
"Too bad it's not your ass that's getting wrecked!" Baekhyun exclaimed cheerily, reaching over and slapping a hand against Kyungsoo's not-gonna-get-wrecked-by-the-baconator-ass for good measure.
With that, the BJ King took a step back, smiling sympathetically at the bartender who was now staring at him dumbly, eyes anime-wide, and he swore he saw a Ghibli tear slide down the guy's cheek.
Spinning around, he marched off towards the dancefloor.
Kyungsoo just
Unlike Kyungsoo, however, Sehun was having much more luck with the object of his affections.
"Tho, gotta name, babe?"
"Luhan!"
Sehun paused from his ministrations, shifting back a step so he was looking at Luhan's face instead of trailing kisses along collarbones, "Luhan? That thounds like a boy name..."
Luhan gave him a funny look and laughed a bit too hard, clearly having had one too many gayass cocktails, but Sehun couldn't help but laugh along, too, feeling butterflies as gay as the resident cocktails fluttering in the pit of his stomach.
It was the most beautiful smile he had ever seen.
"I'll jutht call you Lulu, then," He decided, his expression suddenly turning sly, "I'm gonna destroy your puthy, babe, you jutht prepare for thome all night entertainment-"
"Wait, what?"
"What?"
"Did you say you're gonna destroy my pussy?"
"Yeth. What elthe would I be destroying?"
"Uh, you know, my prison purse."
"Your what now?"
"My ham flower."
"Hamth have flowerth?"
"My o-ring..."
"What the fuck ith that-"
"My goddamn asshole, jesus!"
"Oh, woah, ok. Never tried anal before, but I have heard some ladieth like it tho-"
"I have a dick."
BJ King was killing it on the dancefloor.
And his damn fine behind was attracting plenty of attention - but, most of the time, the wrong attention.
Some girl had tried to get all up in his space shaking her booty left and right, and just the sight of her dorito shade cover up reminded Baekhyun too much of his experimental stage with make up.
Shuddering at the repulsive memory, Baekhyun wanted a distraction - ideally in the form of a game of hide the salami - so he twerked his way across the club till he bumped into a tall guy on accident. Livid, he swung around, hip cocked and lip raised in a sneer, ready to be outraged, only to be greeted by a face of impossible divinity.
Baekhyun could only stare in awe.
Luckily, the divine blessing standing in front of him was more articulate.
And all was fine and dandy until the guy kept talking.
Did he just call me... ghetto?
Baekhyun cocked a hip, raised a brow, and glared up at Krees, "Ghetto? Excuse you you're Destiny's Child and I am fucking Beyonce, you wanna-be hood piece of shi-"
"Wait I didn't mean-"
"Princess on the streets king in the sheets."
TO BE CONTINUED
once again. probably. yeah.