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day 2: royalty au
after leading a successful rebellion, new emperor wei wuxian finds himself in great need of allies

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Adore (One)
Bambam x Female Reader
Warnings: Soft(?) Smut
Word Count: 3.5k+
Synopsis: A possible! 3-part series of what entails when you reunite with him after not seeing each other for a while…
-/-
It had been a very eventful year. Despite its ups and downs, you had to admit that there wasn’t a single thing you would change–especially since you had Bambam by your side. Regardless of the fact that you spent a good portion of it apart, it only meant that each reunion was more significant and more memorable than the last. Though you’ve only been with each other for a little over a year, there was no denying that things were getting pretty serious between the two of you, so you both decided to spend Christmas together for the first time.
You would have went home and spent it with your family like you always did, but traditions change and you wanted something different this time around. Your family understood, of course; you never really had anyone else to celebrate the holidays with except them, but once it was known of your new beau and your situation, they showed their support wholeheartedly… so long as you made an effort to come home in the New Year and introduce him properly.
“Make sure you checked everything in your luggage,” you reminded Bambam through the phone for the third time, rummaging through the kitchen cabinet to grab your favorite mug.
“Already did,” he replied, the sound of distant chatter, probably belonging to his group members, resonating above his soft voice. “You get off at five-thirty, right?”
“That’s right,” you answered him dazedly while pouring hot water into the mug and stirring its contents for your usual fix. “What time do you land?”
You heard him sigh dejectedly. “Manager-hyung said around midnight, but with the recent weather updates, we might get to Seoul earlier,” he told you rather hopefully, a brief pause taking place before he spoke again. “I’ll make sure to tell you if anything changes.”
You nodded subconsciously. “Of course.”
“I can’t wait to see you,” he declared suddenly.
You smiled to yourself, a sudden warmth bubbling at the pit of your stomach as you thought about finally seeing him after so many months away from one another. “As much as I love Cupcake and King keeping me company at night, it’s definitely not the same.”
You both laughed at this until there was another short period of comfortable silence–even though there were no words being exchanged, neither of you had to say much in order to know exactly what you were feeling.
“Baby, just think: we have so much cuddle time to make up for!” He mused, the grin in his voice igniting a giggle in you as you stole a few sips of coffee.
“And I am really looking forward to it,” you assured him while noticing the time on the microwave. You gasped inwardly, nearly burning your tongue from the hot beverage in your hand. “Listen, I have to get ready for work, but I’ll have dinner saved for you in the fridge when you get home, okay?”
“Thank you,” Bambam voiced as you gulped down the rest of your coffee. “You’re amazing; you know that, right?”
“The most amazing,” you deadpanned indignantly, causing him to chuckle despite the slight rush to your tone as you placed your empty mug haphazardly into the sink. “Have a safe flight, okay? I love you.”
“Love you too, beautiful.”
Work went about agonizingly slow. You spent most of it answering phone calls as per usual, but with the thought of Bambam and finally seeing him in the flesh inching closer with every minute, you couldn’t deny the hop in your step and you had to use every fiber of your being to refrain yourself from getting noticed by your co-workers.
“You doing anything special with your man for the holidays?” One of them had asked you as you both walked out of a conference room after a meeting.
She was one of your closest colleagues at the office, which meant she was one of the select few who actually knew who your man was, so you were rather relieved when she was the one who brought it up first before you imploded from excitement.
“We’re keeping things low key for our first Christmas together actually,” you disclosed vaguely, even though the smile on your lips said otherwise, and your coworker knew you much too well to be easily fooled. “We couldn’t see each other last year for obvious reasons, so we’re making up for that time.”
The two of you headed straight for your cubicle, where the privacy of your conversation could remain confined within the four, dupe walls you occupied on a nine-to-five basis. Though you still had to speak in hushed tones to avoid lingering ears, you were finally able to relax and fell promptly into your lopsided, roly chair as your coworker leaned against the edge of your desk.
“But by low key you actually just mean cuddled up in your billionaire boyfriend’s arms on his ridiculously expensive couch by a large, burning fireplace in the middle of his brash bachelor pad,” she deadpanned, amused by your flushed face upon hearing the very vivid–and rather accurate–image she had conjured in a beat.
You paused, gaping at her smirking face before you smacked her lightly on the thigh.
“Not exactly,” you quipped with a snort, shrugging your shoulders to play off just how flustered you had become. “We still have a holiday feast to eat and presents to open too, you know.”
“Those are just distractions,” she exclaimed dismissively with a wave of her hand. “That’s not what’s most important anyway.”
You gasped with a shake of your head. “You’re unbelievable.”
“You are so lucky you have someone other than family to spend Christmas with,” she whined, picking dejectedly at the pens that were displayed at the corner of your desk. “It seems like I always have a new ‘long-lost’ relative I’m forced to reconnect with every time I go back home to visit my parents and they are absolutely unbearable.”
You chuckled, leaning back on your chair as you swayed mindlessly. “I can definitely agree that that’s not the best situation to be in, but if it gets too much, please feel free to give me a call.”
Your co-worker scoffed, laughter escaping her pursed lips. “Oh, please! As if you would even answer.”
You shrugged again, the cheeky grin you were wearing suddenly falling just as your supervisor appeared from around the corner and summoned everyone on your floor for an emergency meeting. She looked rather panic-stricken with her slightly flushed face and furrowed brows, so you couldn’t help but feel sympathetic–especially since the holidays hailed in all sorts of chaos to the office and the stress it bared was infectious.
“What happened this time?” Your co-worker grumbled, watching your supervisor speed walk towards the meeting room you had just vacated. “It seems like she only holds these meetings just so she has someone to yell at…”
“Oh, give her a break,” you sighed, patting her thigh again while you pushed yourself off the chair. “She’s only been here for about six months and our boss left her with all the responsibilities our last supervisor finished half-way.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” your co-worker conceded, following you out of your cubicle. “Perhaps I’m still not over the fact that she ate my lunch that one time in the lounge when I clearly had my name written all over it.”
You shot her a look from over your shoulder. “Don’t act like you haven’t stolen other people’s ramen packets before.”
“In my defense,” she countered. “Ramen is fair game for everyone. There’s so much of it in the lounge, it’s impossible to keep track of which one is whose!”
“Excuses.”
-/-
Bammie [2:14 pm]: Babe!! Manager-hyung just told us that we’re landing earlier than expected Bammie [2:14 pm]: Which means I’ll be home about an hour after you get off work! Bammie [2:15 pm]: Now I get to kiss those lips sooner rather than later
“Someone’s smiley…” Mark mused playfully at Bambam, watching him lock his phone and sigh blissfully to himself. “Excited about the earlier flight, huh?”
Bambam flushed before quickly turning to Mark with a scowl, a defensive stare in tow. “Well, yeah, aren’t you?”
“I suppose,” Mark merely shrugged. “But I’d probably be just as excited if I had someone waiting at home for me too.”
Bambam’s eyes widened, his cheeks a light pink hue when he heard a low whistle not too far from where they were sitting. He followed the noise and glared at his best friend, Yugyeom, who was already smirking.
“Jealous much?” Bambam quipped, his attention directed at Mark again.
“Of you?” Mark snorted. “Fat chance. But it’s nice to see how much she affects you. Can someone spell whipped?”
Yugyeom started to do just that, causing Mark to let out a laugh loud enough to get both JB’s and Jinyoung’s attention from another bench nearby, but Bambam managed to cut him off with a loud cough. Before his members could proceed with their teasing, however, Bambam felt his phone vibrate a few times in his pocket and reached for it instantly, completely ignoring Mark’s and Yugyeom’s snickering.
My Baby [2:23 pm]: hi work has been such a pain :( My Baby [2:23 pm]: but I’m on lunch now and this news is exactly what I needed to hear My Baby [2:24 pm]: reuniting at last…
Bammie [2:25 pm]: I hope you’re as excited as I am
My Baby [2:27 pm]: even more so actually
Bammie [2:28 pm]: Impossible
The grin on Bambam’s face only widened as he immersed himself in the conversation with you. Both Mark and Yugyeom couldn’t help but notice this as they exchanged mischievous glances, watching him lean back in his chair, typing vigorously into his phone and in his own little world with you.
“Whipped,” Mark mouthed with a smirk, earning a knowing nod from Yugyeom.
-/-
After the additional load of orders from your supervisor towards the end of your shift, you were home at last. The relief was extremely comforting, of course, but the second you walked through the front door, a new list of things that needed to be done before Bambam’s arrival dawned on you, and you panicked.
He had messaged you right as you clocked out, informing you that he was officially in Seoul and that he would be there soon. The butterflies swarmed so sporadically inside your stomach on your way home that you didn’t even bother to reply, already rushing to get to his place to prepare everything.
But first–a bath. Once you had finished getting everything together in the kitchen, you made a beeline for the bathroom. You hummed along to the song playing through the speakers, grinning to yourself as you waited for the water to fill up the tub, tossing in some bath salts and your favorite bubble soap.
In the midst of the commotion, soft pitter-patters of paws against the bathroom tile caught your attention as you whirled your head in time to see Pudding strut timidly in your direction. You smiled at the cat’s curiosity, soon stripping your towel and sinking slowly into the hot, foamy water. Your body reacted instantly, a loud exhale escaping you as you got comfortable. A full glass of Rosé was already perched on the edge of the tub and you reached for it, downing more than half within seconds as your eyelids drooped dazedly.
Feeling cheeky but thinking nothing of it, you decided to send Bambam a quick picture; a dimmed snapshot of your legs peeking from the hills of bubbles in the water with a silhouette of Pudding’s head in the corner.
My Baby [6:03 pm]: [image] My Baby [6:03 pm]: time to destress to death ft. pudding
You didn’t expect him to respond right away, so you were rather startled when your phone started chiming a couple minutes later.
Bammie [6:06 pm]: … Bammie [6:06 pm]: Mind if I join?
You chuckled under your breath. Your boyfriend’s brazen-faced behavior never failed to humor you, so you decided to entertain him anyway.
My Baby [6:09 pm]: the bubbles will be gone by the time you get here :(
Bammie [6:11 pm]: You say that like it’s a bad thing Bammie [6:11 pm]: The bubbles are the least of my worries babe
My Baby [6:13 pm]: if you say so… My Baby [6:13 pm]: it’s getting pretty lonely in here too, so I guess I wouldn’t mind the company…
You could hear your heart thudding as you noticed his typing bubble linger for a few seconds, disappear once, shoot up again and then disappear entirely. You smirked, knowing fully well that your teasing had gotten under his skin, and you loved it.
With a contented sigh, you sank further into the hot water as you allowed your mind to ease and the muscles in your body to loosen. Beside you, Pudding had also gotten comfortable, placing his head above his fluffy paws while his eyes fell hooded but still watched you curiously. Time stood at a standstill, the soft sounds of classical jazz resonating amidst the steamy air of the bathroom, and you began to feel the familiar buzz as you downed your third glass of Rosé. With your vision faintly hazed, a tingly sensation coursed through your abdomen before the effects of the wine took over completely.
You were too immersed in the soothing ambiance that surrounded you in the bathtub; so much so that you failed to hear the sound of the front door opening about an hour later, and Bambam’s slender figure revealed itself as he trudged inside. He was clearly exhausted from the long trip, but his shoulders instantly relaxed the second he stepped through the threshold and remembered you were here, waiting for him.
After setting down his things, the smell of food coming from the kitchen made him grin as he followed the soft sound of music where he knew he would find you, shoulder-deep within the water of the bathtub. The pit of his stomach throbbed as he took in the sight of you; a few candles that were lit around the perimeter of the tub casted shadows along your exposed limbs while also illuminating the color of your wet skin.
He admired you in silence, noticing how you rotate your neck slowly. Damp strands of hair that had fallen from the tangled mess on your head stuck randomly against the sides of your neck and his eyes trailed shamelessly down the length and stopped at your chest–his gaze fully focused as he watched it rise and fall with every breath. Your eyes were still closed, so you still hadn’t heard him come in, but he didn’t really mind. It had been too long since he was able to look at you like this, so he needed a few moments to cherish it before collecting himself.
“Sorry to keep you waiting, love,” he broke out, the raspy timbre in his voice catching you off guard.
Your eyes opened in shock and you gasped, your back slipping against the slick wall of the tub when you tensed and before you knew it, you had lost your balance and descended into the water. The commotion made poor Pudding flee from the bathroom, abandoning you in your struggle. You were under for a few seconds until you pushed yourself back up, coughing lightly as you heard Bambam’s unmistakable laughter and glaring at his approaching frame.
“I’m glad you found that amusing,” you groaned, pouting at him when he crouched down to move some wet pieces of hair away from your face.
He was still chuckling as he did so, watching you in adoration while you rubbed at your eyes in annoyance. After composing yourself, you finally looked at him, the stink eye you aimed at him earlier immediately transforming into a smile.
“Hi,” he breathed, his eyes never leaving yours.
“Hi,” you replied, holding his gaze with a bite of your lip.
That was all it took before he dipped down to encapture your lips in a kiss. You reciprocated, reaching up to cup his jaw with a hand to pull him in a bit closer. It was sweet and brief, but once he pulled away, the blown out look in his eyes revealed something quite more intense despite his evident tiredness.
“I love the hair,” you proclaimed dazedly, running a hand through his now light-brown locks and purposely diffusing the situation before things got a little too hot and heavy. You still had something in the oven after all.
“You should get out of there before you prune up like a raisin,” he said, almost chastising you. He then saw the half-empty bottle of Rosé in the corner of the tub, clicking his tongue as he reached over to grasp your chin, his thumb grazing your bottom lip at a mesmerizing pace.
You hummed with a tilt of your head. “But I thought you wanted to join?”
“I did,” he agreed, nodding firmly despite the hazed look in his eyes. “But now I have other things planned for us.”
“Is that so?” You questioned innocently, suddenly very aware of how exposed you were under his gaze and feeling goosebumps rise on your skin. “What do you have in mind?”
He clicked his tongue again before pushing himself off the floor and grabbing a nearby towel to hand to you. “You’ll find out soon enough, beautiful,” he told you with a small grin.
You pouted at him, accepting it and slowly rising from the tub on purpose since you knew his eyes were watching your every move. You glanced up at him, taking your time as you casually tucked the towel around your body and sighed contentedly when it was secure. Bambam gulped, his jaw tightening at the sight of you but he remained silent until you cleared your throat.
“You good, babe?” You chuckled lightly, extending a hand to him. “And would you mind?”
He could only nod as he held out his hand for yours to lay delicately on top and helped you out of the tub. Instead of letting you go, however, both of his arms wrapped around your waist instantly, pulling you closer to him as you fell into his chest. You gasped at the sudden movement, your hands gripping onto his shoulders to balance yourself.
“I missed holding you like this,” he rasped, his fingers squeezing the thin material of the towel just below your hips as his eyes gaped at every inch of your face. “You’re stunning and seeing you like this after so many months apart…”
You couldn’t help it as you sprung forward to reconnect your lips again, your entire body relaxing against his as he reciprocated with just as much vigor. You sighed into the kiss, deepening it as your hands slid up to cup his face. You had leaned up on your toes to reach him; each of you pressed so tightly to one another, and you were able to feel just how much you had affected him between his thighs.
Your bare thigh had rubbed against him on accident, causing Bambam to break the kiss as he let out a low groan, his head falling back and giving you the opportunity to place sloppy kisses along the curve of his jaw and down the length of his neck. His adam’s apple bobbed beneath your traveling lips and you smirked, feeling the rapid beat of his heart against your own.
“Just so you know,” you muttered as you began unbuttoning his shirt, your soft breath fanning over the nape of his neck and making him shudder in anticipation. “You’re not the only one with plans tonight.”
Bambam’s eyes widened before you kissed him once more, guiding him backwards so that he was leaning against the edge of the bathroom sink. You caressed the front of his slim torso with shaky hands; the desire that sat latent within you igniting suddenly when you pulled away to look at the man before you, his pupils dilated with lust as he returned your gaze and licked his lips, watching as you sunk down to your knees before him.
A draft in the bathroom nipped at your naked skin but was unable to deter you from the task at hand. You took your time though, soaking in these moments of finally being with him like this, but you could tell Bambam was getting slightly restless with the way he was running his fingers through the loose pieces of hair that dangled in front of your face and tucking them behind your ears. Your name tumbled from his lips in a desperate breath as you started unzipping, and it was soon followed by him swearing once you had freed him from the confinements of his jeans and boxers.
His jaw fell slack as he appreciated the view below him: you, perched on your knees and sitting prettily as your nimble hands encased his hardened length and pumped him at a tantalizingly slow pace. He hissed at your touch, both of his hands gripping the counter to brace himself.
“God, I love you so much,” he groaned as you wasted no more time and took him into your mouth, his head falling back yet again in pure bliss.
-/-
a/n: i’ve had this in my drafts since thanksgiving and i chose to post it now bc i’m a mess. i’m not even sure when the next part will be up, but i hope you liked it anyway.. ha! thanks for reading xo
Adore (One)
Bambam x Female Reader
Warnings: Soft(?) Smut
Word Count: 3.5k+
Synopsis: A possible! 3-part series of what entails when you reunite with him after not seeing each other for a while…
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It had been a very eventful year. Despite its ups and downs, you had to admit that there wasn’t a single thing you would change–especially since you had Bambam by your side. Regardless of the fact that you spent a good portion of it apart, it only meant that each reunion was more significant and more memorable than the last. Though you’ve only been with each other for a little over a year, there was no denying that things were getting pretty serious between the two of you, so you both decided to spend Christmas together for the first time.
You would have went home and spent it with your family like you always did, but traditions change and you wanted something different this time around. Your family understood, of course; you never really had anyone else to celebrate the holidays with except them, but once it was known of your new beau and your situation, they showed their support wholeheartedly… so long as you made an effort to come home in the New Year and introduce him properly.
“Make sure you checked everything in your luggage,” you reminded Bambam through the phone for the third time, rummaging through the kitchen cabinet to grab your favorite mug.
“Already did,” he replied, the sound of distant chatter, probably belonging to his group members, resonating above his soft voice. “You get off at five-thirty, right?”
“That’s right,” you answered him dazedly while pouring hot water into the mug and stirring its contents for your usual fix. “What time do you land?”
You heard him sigh dejectedly. “Manager-hyung said around midnight, but with the recent weather updates, we might get to Seoul earlier,” he told you rather hopefully, a brief pause taking place before he spoke again. “I’ll make sure to tell you if anything changes.”
You nodded subconsciously. “Of course.”
“I can’t wait to see you,” he declared suddenly.
You smiled to yourself, a sudden warmth bubbling at the pit of your stomach as you thought about finally seeing him after so many months away from one another. “As much as I love Cupcake and King keeping me company at night, it’s definitely not the same.”
You both laughed at this until there was another short period of comfortable silence–even though there were no words being exchanged, neither of you had to say much in order to know exactly what you were feeling.
“Baby, just think: we have so much cuddle time to make up for!” He mused, the grin in his voice igniting a giggle in you as you stole a few sips of coffee.
“And I am really looking forward to it,” you assured him while noticing the time on the microwave. You gasped inwardly, nearly burning your tongue from the hot beverage in your hand. “Listen, I have to get ready for work, but I’ll have dinner saved for you in the fridge when you get home, okay?”
“Thank you,” Bambam voiced as you gulped down the rest of your coffee. “You’re amazing; you know that, right?”
“The most amazing,” you deadpanned indignantly, causing him to chuckle despite the slight rush to your tone as you placed your empty mug haphazardly into the sink. “Have a safe flight, okay? I love you.”
“Love you too, beautiful.”
Work went about agonizingly slow. You spent most of it answering phone calls as per usual, but with the thought of Bambam and finally seeing him in the flesh inching closer with every minute, you couldn’t deny the hop in your step and you had to use every fiber of your being to refrain yourself from getting noticed by your co-workers.
“You doing anything special with your man for the holidays?” One of them had asked you as you both walked out of a conference room after a meeting.
She was one of your closest colleagues at the office, which meant she was one of the select few who actually knew who your man was, so you were rather relieved when she was the one who brought it up first before you imploded from excitement.
“We’re keeping things low key for our first Christmas together actually,” you disclosed vaguely, even though the smile on your lips said otherwise, and your coworker knew you much too well to be easily fooled. “We couldn’t see each other last year for obvious reasons, so we’re making up for that time.”
The two of you headed straight for your cubicle, where the privacy of your conversation could remain confined within the four, dupe walls you occupied on a nine-to-five basis. Though you still had to speak in hushed tones to avoid lingering ears, you were finally able to relax and fell promptly into your lopsided, roly chair as your coworker leaned against the edge of your desk.
“But by low key you actually just mean cuddled up in your billionaire boyfriend’s arms on his ridiculously expensive couch by a large, burning fireplace in the middle of his brash bachelor pad,” she deadpanned, amused by your flushed face upon hearing the very vivid–and rather accurate–image she had conjured in a beat.
You paused, gaping at her smirking face before you smacked her lightly on the thigh.
“Not exactly,” you quipped with a snort, shrugging your shoulders to play off just how flustered you had become. “We still have a holiday feast to eat and presents to open too, you know.”
“Those are just distractions,” she exclaimed dismissively with a wave of her hand. “That’s not what’s most important anyway.”
You gasped with a shake of your head. “You’re unbelievable.”
“You are so lucky you have someone other than family to spend Christmas with,” she whined, picking dejectedly at the pens that were displayed at the corner of your desk. “It seems like I always have a new ‘long-lost’ relative I’m forced to reconnect with every time I go back home to visit my parents and they are absolutely unbearable.”
You chuckled, leaning back on your chair as you swayed mindlessly. “I can definitely agree that that’s not the best situation to be in, but if it gets too much, please feel free to give me a call.”
Your co-worker scoffed, laughter escaping her pursed lips. “Oh, please! As if you would even answer.”
You shrugged again, the cheeky grin you were wearing suddenly falling just as your supervisor appeared from around the corner and summoned everyone on your floor for an emergency meeting. She looked rather panic-stricken with her slightly flushed face and furrowed brows, so you couldn’t help but feel sympathetic–especially since the holidays hailed in all sorts of chaos to the office and the stress it bared was infectious.
“What happened this time?” Your co-worker grumbled, watching your supervisor speed walk towards the meeting room you had just vacated. “It seems like she only holds these meetings just so she has someone to yell at…”
“Oh, give her a break,” you sighed, patting her thigh again while you pushed yourself off the chair. “She’s only been here for about six months and our boss left her with all the responsibilities our last supervisor finished half-way.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” your co-worker conceded, following you out of your cubicle. “Perhaps I’m still not over the fact that she ate my lunch that one time in the lounge when I clearly had my name written all over it.”
You shot her a look from over your shoulder. “Don’t act like you haven’t stolen other people’s ramen packets before.”
“In my defense,” she countered. “Ramen is fair game for everyone. There’s so much of it in the lounge, it’s impossible to keep track of which one is whose!”
“Excuses.”
-/-
Bammie [2:14 pm]: Babe!! Manager-hyung just told us that we’re landing earlier than expected Bammie [2:14 pm]: Which means I’ll be home about an hour after you get off work! Bammie [2:15 pm]: Now I get to kiss those lips sooner rather than later
“Someone’s smiley…” Mark mused playfully at Bambam, watching him lock his phone and sigh blissfully to himself. “Excited about the earlier flight, huh?”
Bambam flushed before quickly turning to Mark with a scowl, a defensive stare in tow. “Well, yeah, aren’t you?”
“I suppose,” Mark merely shrugged. “But I’d probably be just as excited if I had someone waiting at home for me too.”
Bambam’s eyes widened, his cheeks a light pink hue when he heard a low whistle not too far from where they were sitting. He followed the noise and glared at his best friend, Yugyeom, who was already smirking.
“Jealous much?” Bambam quipped, his attention directed at Mark again.
“Of you?” Mark snorted. “Fat chance. But it’s nice to see how much she affects you. Can someone spell whipped?”
Yugyeom started to do just that, causing Mark to let out a laugh loud enough to get both JB’s and Jinyoung’s attention from another bench nearby, but Bambam managed to cut him off with a loud cough. Before his members could proceed with their teasing, however, Bambam felt his phone vibrate a few times in his pocket and reached for it instantly, completely ignoring Mark’s and Yugyeom’s snickering.
My Baby [2:23 pm]: hi work has been such a pain :( My Baby [2:23 pm]: but I’m on lunch now and this news is exactly what I needed to hear My Baby [2:24 pm]: reuniting at last…
Bammie [2:25 pm]: I hope you’re as excited as I am
My Baby [2:27 pm]: even more so actually
Bammie [2:28 pm]: Impossible
The grin on Bambam’s face only widened as he immersed himself in the conversation with you. Both Mark and Yugyeom couldn’t help but notice this as they exchanged mischievous glances, watching him lean back in his chair, typing vigorously into his phone and in his own little world with you.
“Whipped,” Mark mouthed with a smirk, earning a knowing nod from Yugyeom.
-/-
After the additional load of orders from your supervisor towards the end of your shift, you were home at last. The relief was extremely comforting, of course, but the second you walked through the front door, a new list of things that needed to be done before Bambam’s arrival dawned on you, and you panicked.
He had messaged you right as you clocked out, informing you that he was officially in Seoul and that he would be there soon. The butterflies swarmed so sporadically inside your stomach on your way home that you didn’t even bother to reply, already rushing to get to his place to prepare everything.
But first–a bath. Once you had finished getting everything together in the kitchen, you made a beeline for the bathroom. You hummed along to the song playing through the speakers, grinning to yourself as you waited for the water to fill up the tub, tossing in some bath salts and your favorite bubble soap.
In the midst of the commotion, soft pitter-patters of paws against the bathroom tile caught your attention as you whirled your head in time to see Pudding strut timidly in your direction. You smiled at the cat’s curiosity, soon stripping your towel and sinking slowly into the hot, foamy water. Your body reacted instantly, a loud exhale escaping you as you got comfortable. A full glass of Rosé was already perched on the edge of the tub and you reached for it, downing more than half within seconds as your eyelids drooped dazedly.
Feeling cheeky but thinking nothing of it, you decided to send Bambam a quick picture; a dimmed snapshot of your legs peeking from the hills of bubbles in the water with a silhouette of Pudding’s head in the corner.
My Baby [6:03 pm]: [image] My Baby [6:03 pm]: time to destress to death ft. pudding
You didn’t expect him to respond right away, so you were rather startled when your phone started chiming a couple minutes later.
Bammie [6:06 pm]: … Bammie [6:06 pm]: Mind if I join?
You chuckled under your breath. Your boyfriend’s brazen-faced behavior never failed to humor you, so you decided to entertain him anyway.
My Baby [6:09 pm]: the bubbles will be gone by the time you get here :(
Bammie [6:11 pm]: You say that like it’s a bad thing Bammie [6:11 pm]: The bubbles are the least of my worries babe
My Baby [6:13 pm]: if you say so… My Baby [6:13 pm]: it’s getting pretty lonely in here too, so I guess I wouldn’t mind the company…
You could hear your heart thudding as you noticed his typing bubble linger for a few seconds, disappear once, shoot up again and then disappear entirely. You smirked, knowing fully well that your teasing had gotten under his skin, and you loved it.
With a contented sigh, you sank further into the hot water as you allowed your mind to ease and the muscles in your body to loosen. Beside you, Pudding had also gotten comfortable, placing his head above his fluffy paws while his eyes fell hooded but still watched you curiously. Time stood at a standstill, the soft sounds of classical jazz resonating amidst the steamy air of the bathroom, and you began to feel the familiar buzz as you downed your third glass of Rosé. With your vision faintly hazed, a tingly sensation coursed through your abdomen before the effects of the wine took over completely.
You were too immersed in the soothing ambiance that surrounded you in the bathtub; so much so that you failed to hear the sound of the front door opening about an hour later, and Bambam’s slender figure revealed itself as he trudged inside. He was clearly exhausted from the long trip, but his shoulders instantly relaxed the second he stepped through the threshold and remembered you were here, waiting for him.
After setting down his things, the smell of food coming from the kitchen made him grin as he followed the soft sound of music where he knew he would find you, shoulder-deep within the water of the bathtub. The pit of his stomach throbbed as he took in the sight of you; a few candles that were lit around the perimeter of the tub casted shadows along your exposed limbs while also illuminating the color of your wet skin.
He admired you in silence, noticing how you rotate your neck slowly. Damp strands of hair that had fallen from the tangled mess on your head stuck randomly against the sides of your neck and his eyes trailed shamelessly down the length and stopped at your chest–his gaze fully focused as he watched it rise and fall with every breath. Your eyes were still closed, so you still hadn’t heard him come in, but he didn’t really mind. It had been too long since he was able to look at you like this, so he needed a few moments to cherish it before collecting himself.
“Sorry to keep you waiting, love,” he broke out, the raspy timbre in his voice catching you off guard.
Your eyes opened in shock and you gasped, your back slipping against the slick wall of the tub when you tensed and before you knew it, you had lost your balance and descended into the water. The commotion made poor Pudding flee from the bathroom, abandoning you in your struggle. You were under for a few seconds until you pushed yourself back up, coughing lightly as you heard Bambam’s unmistakable laughter and glaring at his approaching frame.
“I’m glad you found that amusing,” you groaned, pouting at him when he crouched down to move some wet pieces of hair away from your face.
He was still chuckling as he did so, watching you in adoration while you rubbed at your eyes in annoyance. After composing yourself, you finally looked at him, the stink eye you aimed at him earlier immediately transforming into a smile.
“Hi,” he breathed, his eyes never leaving yours.
“Hi,” you replied, holding his gaze with a bite of your lip.
That was all it took before he dipped down to encapture your lips in a kiss. You reciprocated, reaching up to cup his jaw with a hand to pull him in a bit closer. It was sweet and brief, but once he pulled away, the blown out look in his eyes revealed something quite more intense despite his evident tiredness.
“I love the hair,” you proclaimed dazedly, running a hand through his now light-brown locks and purposely diffusing the situation before things got a little too hot and heavy. You still had something in the oven after all.
“You should get out of there before you prune up like a raisin,” he said, almost chastising you. He then saw the half-empty bottle of Rosé in the corner of the tub, clicking his tongue as he reached over to grasp your chin, his thumb grazing your bottom lip at a mesmerizing pace.
You hummed with a tilt of your head. “But I thought you wanted to join?”
“I did,” he agreed, nodding firmly despite the hazed look in his eyes. “But now I have other things planned for us.”
“Is that so?” You questioned innocently, suddenly very aware of how exposed you were under his gaze and feeling goosebumps rise on your skin. “What do you have in mind?”
He clicked his tongue again before pushing himself off the floor and grabbing a nearby towel to hand to you. “You’ll find out soon enough, beautiful,” he told you with a small grin.
You pouted at him, accepting it and slowly rising from the tub on purpose since you knew his eyes were watching your every move. You glanced up at him, taking your time as you casually tucked the towel around your body and sighed contentedly when it was secure. Bambam gulped, his jaw tightening at the sight of you but he remained silent until you cleared your throat.
“You good, babe?” You chuckled lightly, extending a hand to him. “And would you mind?”
He could only nod as he held out his hand for yours to lay delicately on top and helped you out of the tub. Instead of letting you go, however, both of his arms wrapped around your waist instantly, pulling you closer to him as you fell into his chest. You gasped at the sudden movement, your hands gripping onto his shoulders to balance yourself.
“I missed holding you like this,” he rasped, his fingers squeezing the thin material of the towel just below your hips as his eyes gaped at every inch of your face. “You’re stunning and seeing you like this after so many months apart…”
You couldn’t help it as you sprung forward to reconnect your lips again, your entire body relaxing against his as he reciprocated with just as much vigor. You sighed into the kiss, deepening it as your hands slid up to cup his face. You had leaned up on your toes to reach him; each of you pressed so tightly to one another, and you were able to feel just how much you had affected him between his thighs.
Your bare thigh had rubbed against him on accident, causing Bambam to break the kiss as he let out a low groan, his head falling back and giving you the opportunity to place sloppy kisses along the curve of his jaw and down the length of his neck. His adam’s apple bobbed beneath your traveling lips and you smirked, feeling the rapid beat of his heart against your own.
“Just so you know,” you muttered as you began unbuttoning his shirt, your soft breath fanning over the nape of his neck and making him shudder in anticipation. “You’re not the only one with plans tonight.”
Bambam’s eyes widened before you kissed him once more, guiding him backwards so that he was leaning against the edge of the bathroom sink. You caressed the front of his slim torso with shaky hands; the desire that sat latent within you igniting suddenly when you pulled away to look at the man before you, his pupils dilated with lust as he returned your gaze and licked his lips, watching as you sunk down to your knees before him.
A draft in the bathroom nipped at your naked skin but was unable to deter you from the task at hand. You took your time though, soaking in these moments of finally being with him like this, but you could tell Bambam was getting slightly restless with the way he was running his fingers through the loose pieces of hair that dangled in front of your face and tucking them behind your ears. Your name tumbled from his lips in a desperate breath as you started unzipping, and it was soon followed by him swearing once you had freed him from the confinements of his jeans and boxers.
His jaw fell slack as he appreciated the view below him: you, perched on your knees and sitting prettily as your nimble hands encased his hardened length and pumped him at a tantalizingly slow pace. He hissed at your touch, both of his hands gripping the counter to brace himself.
“God, I love you so much,” he groaned as you wasted no more time and took him into your mouth, his head falling back yet again in pure bliss.
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a/n: i’ve had this in my drafts since thanksgiving and i chose to post it now bc i’m a mess. i’m not even sure when the next part will be up, but i hope you liked it anyway.. ha! thanks for reading xo

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Tied Up
Pairing: Minseok/Xiumin x Reader
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 1567
Rating: 18+
Warnings: Bondage and general smut stuff like come on lads
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Summary: Somethings are unplanned. Just like you fucking Minseok. And just like how I (Baekbuns) wrote this
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Tied Up
Pairing: Minseok/Xiumin x Reader
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 1567
Rating: 18+
Warnings: Bondage and general smut stuff like come on lads
Go to my masterlist for more ;3
Summary: Somethings are unplanned. Just like you fucking Minseok. And just like how I (Baekbuns) wrote this
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Xiudaddy is that you? [Part2]
[Part1]
You couldn’t stop thinking about his words from your last date “Maybe on our next date I can give you a hint on why I’m called Xiudaddy?”
You couldn’t wait for your second date with Xiumin. Ever since your first date you couldn’t get him out of your mind, you also couldn’t stop thinking about why he is called xiudaddy. You kept getting curious and anxious after what he told you on your last date. “Maybe on our next date I can give you a hint on why I’m called Xiudaddy?” Your desire to know his answer gave you the courage to ask him out on a date, when you asked him out he said he couldn’t because he was going out of the country on business. You weren’t sure what type of business he was in, you decided that you will ask him the next time you see him. Xiumin didn’t tell you how long his business trip would be but you waited patiently. A week after he told you he was going to be out on business he sent you a message.
From: Xiudaddy
To: You
Y/N I’m sorry I had to reject your date offer the other day, you see due to my job I had to go on a trip but I am coming back to Korea soon and I would love to go out and get diner with you. If I remember correctly from our last date I made you a promise that I can’t back out of. Let me know when you are free so I can make time on my schedule.
-Xiudaddy
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Photosynthesis
BamBam x Gender neutral!Reader(Platonic)
Genre: Comedy?
Author: Admin KitCat
(This is my first scenario, I hope it’s ok hahah, it’s also very short, sorry :/ )
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You were silent for a minute. “That was one of the most idiotic things I’ve ever heard in my life.” BamBam gave you such an offended look you could almost feel it, in fact, his whole body just screamed ‘How dare you?!’. What do you mean it’s idiotic! That’s how photosynthesis works!” You stared at him in disbelief. “Did you hit your head when I wasn’t looking?” You grabbed his head searching for a bump.
“Hey! Hey! Watch the hair!” Just to irritate him you ruffled it. He stood up from his bed, where he had flung himself earlier, to rush to the mirror. “Why do you always do this? Can you not just appreciate my good looks? Why am I friends with you? I don’t deserve this!” You listened with your head resting on your hand as BamBam went off on his interrogation/rant(?).
You sighed “I do it out of-“ “if you say you do it out of love I’m going to throw this hairbrush at you!” he glared at you through the mirror, the mentioned hairbrush held threateningly in his hand, before continuing with his hair.
You raised your hands in surrender “Okay! Jeez! Calm down… I still can’t get over what you said.” BamBam turned away from the mirror and stared you down, hands on hips and everything. “What’s that supposed to mean? I know what photosynthesis is! I go to-“ “Don’t you dare use your own meme on me” “school boi~”
You grabbed a stupidly soft pillow from behind you and flung it. It hit him square in the chest. There was silence as he stared down at the offending object on the floor. Slowly his eyes rose up to meet yours.
You were frozen, arm still in a throwing position. “This means war, you know that right?” He bent down to pick up that stupid pillow. “ Hey… Bam you know I didn’t mean it right? It was just an automatic-“ ‘Whump’
You were cut off by, you guessed it, a pillow to the face. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath.
‘I will not retaliate, I will not retaliate!’ You repeated this mantra in your head for a good thirty seconds. You took a deep breath and smiled. You were calm, everything was good. You opened your eyes. You looked at BamBam. He stared you dead in the eye. He dabbed. You flung the stupid pillow back at him.
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