#baam x reader

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The click of the door was the one thing that alerted Bam that you were back. His gold eyes fixed on your form as you strolled through the door, usually stressed or tired. That's why he had an idea.

Now, when Bam was in the mood, he could be rough with you. Not in the way that he would leave marks on you, but he was still rough. But it never felt enough.

You, on the other hand, had pegged Bam before, and most of the time, you tried to match his movements on you. Sometimes though, you might've got a little too eager and went overboard with it.

Bam sat patiently on the end of the bed, focusing on staying calm as small waves of nervousness washed through him.

The trust between the two of you was solid and adorable. If there weren't any trust, then Bam wouldn't have thought about doing all this.

"Bam," your voice says, getting louder as you got closer to your room, "where are you?"

The door to the bedroom opens slowly. Before you enter the room, Bam stands up. The only thing he was wearing was an apron, nothing else. Hopefully, you weren't in too bad of a mood.

You walk into the room, greeted by Bam and his barely clothed form standing in front of the bed. Bam's face was red, and his gold eyes turned away from you as you approached him.

Shock ran through you, this was one thing you weren't expecting, but you weren't complaining at all. Eventually, the feeling vanished, leaving you feeling a little mischievous.

"Is there any reason why you decided to dress like this?" You ask playfully, smirking as you walk in front of Bam. Your hand move to cup Bam's chin, tilting his head to look you in the eye.

"I-I just wanted to do this for you," Bam says, stuttering a little from his nervousness. "You know how much I love and adore you,"

"I know you do," you say, cupping Bam's face with your hands. You inch closer to Bam, rubbing your nose on his, making him a little more comfortable. A soft exhale leaves his mouth as you continue to rub your nose against his. "Are you going to be a good boy for me?"

"Yes, mommy," Bam responds. Realising what he's done, he tenses up.

It was a surprise, but it didn't stop you from being closer to him. Your eyes widened for few seconds, a tingle of excitement shot through you. Mommy, you liked it. You wanted him to call you it, to beg and constantly tell you how good you made him feel. The thought of it all got you hot and bothered.

Without wasting any more time, you move your hands to Bam's chest and push him on the bed.

Bam's eyes remain on you as he fell onto the soft fabric of the blanket, waiting for you to do what you wanted.

You moved to the bedside table, removing something and hiding behind your back. But Bam knew what it was and would be patient with you until you decided to use it.

Your feet quickly rushed back over to the end of the bed, kneeling on the ground in between Bam's powerful legs. You could see he was shaky. Even if it was only a little, you could see it. He was so cute like this, all red and needy, waiting for you to do anything.

Bam closes his eyes as he waited, the sound of you removing your clothes and the shaky breaths he made being the only things he could hear.

"Would you like me to take care of you, Bam?" You ask, trying to look cute for him.

"Yes, please," Bam replies.

"Hmm?"

"Sorry. Yes, please, mommy,"

You giggle at his words. They made you all giddy and happy.

"I'm going to remove this for now," you announce, reaching behind Bam to untie the apron around his waist, "it'll get in the way, and we don't want it to get in the way now, do we?"

The way you spoke and how you moved and did everything was intentional, and Bam knew it and was just as excited as you, but some nervousness was still hiding inside him.

You place a kiss on the tip of his length, looking up at him as you did. His face glowed as your soft hands wormed their way onto him.

Bam was a sweetheart and would never flip a situation unless you were both feeling playful enough, or he was serious and wanted to make sure you knew it.

Your mouth continues to leave a trail of kisses down his dick, making sure you never left a single inch of him. He was so good to you, in his way, and you were doing what you, and him, wanted.

After reaching the base of his length, you trailed back up, peppering more and more kisses on him. After you get to his tip again, your mouth sucks on it, swirling your tongue around him.

Desperate groans left Bam's mouth as your tongue slid across him, even reaching his slit and toying with it, tasting the precum that you had abandoned before.

"You've been so good and patient, Bam. Do you want mommy to continue?" You tease as you remove your mouth from him.

"I do want you to continue," he responds. Your eyes glare at him for a second before realising once again what he had missed, "please, mommy,"

You smile sweetly at him, "that's better,"

The bed shifts as the two of you move onto the bed closer to the headboard. Bam's brown hair stuck to his face, the sweat helping it stay in place.

Your hands had picked up the strap-on from earlier, and you were currently putting it on.

A shiver ran down Bam's spine as he watched you. His beautiful angel, treating him like an angel. Well, kind of. Bam would always praise anything and everything about you.

The few minutes were just about bearable to him. Every single movement you made, Bam watched closely. Your hands reached for the lube, spreading it generously over the strap-on.

Then you move over to Bam, leaning over him.

"I love you so much," you say quickly, planting soft kisses all over his face.

Bam didn't answer. You already knew that he felt the same way. The smile he gave you was enough to prove it.

You lined the tip up to Bam's entrance and thrust slowly inside him.

Bam throws his head back against the bed, gripping the blanket below him tightly, making his fists pale.

You continue slowly, making sure that you didn't hurt him. Bam wanted you to treat him well, and so did you. It would be bad for both of you if it went wrong now.

"You're doing so well," you say, lifting one of his legs over your shoulder.

Not like you were expecting anything out of Bam's mouth at the moment. You were more interested in how he felt, and, by the look on his face, how he was reacting to your movements, he looked like he was enjoying himself. Oh, how good it would feel to you to hear him beg, calling you mommy and have him all whiney just for you to do anything to him.

You were out of it, your head thinking up all kinds of situations now that Bam had called you mommy.

"Oh, fuck. You're making me feel so good, mommy," Bam groans, snapping you out of your lewd thoughts.

You had unintentionally sped up. It must've been the reason Bam suddenly became more vocal.

It was boosting your ego a little. You were making Bam feel good, and you could see it, too.

While your hips continued to snap into Bam, causing the strap-on to reach further inside him, your hand reached over to his length and started playing with his head again.

The sight of Bam's face contorting in front of you was quite a sight. It was as if he was trying to keep himself grounded while you were thrusting quickly inside him like this.

Then his arms covered his eyes, and his back arches up. You must've hit his prostate.

All the squirming Bam was doing, the small groans that came out his mouth, and the occasional mommy, it was just so damn precious to you. It was something you wanted to try again.

Bam, the kindest person you knew, looking at you with his eyes the way they were, it was almost too much to you.

"Are you getting close, my cute boy?" You ask.

"Yes. Yes, mommy," Bam responds, his eyes closed under his arms.

Your fingers rubbed all over the head of his dick, helping him to reach his climax.

The breaths that escape Bam's mouth become shakier, his groans and whines growing and become just a little louder. He was so damn close. It was like he was losing his mind, and it was you who made him like this.

Your hand released his length, letting it fall onto his stomach as he came. His sticky liquid spurted into his skin, your speed decreasing now that he had reached his end.

Both of you were panting messes. Your bodies were sweaty and heaving. It wasn't like you had gone too easy on Bam. But you hadn't gone rough on him, either. You couldn't help but wonder if you had left him satisfied.

"Did that feel good, sweety?" You ask, acting as playful as you did before.

Bam laughs a little, watching you again as you remove the strap-on. "Yes, mommy," Bam says sweetly, smiling at you, "and you always will do,"

That was something that he let you know anyway. It was these sweet moments of honesty that meant the most. If you didn't have them, then there would be no relationship. You adored Bam in these moments.

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"Well, we can spend the day together, if you want,"

"We always do that," you giggle at him.

The tapping of metal spoons on the side of the cups reverberate through the room, then again as they hit the countertop.

"I mean together, we can stay in your room, or mine, if you want, and just be lazy," he suggests.

"Don't you have training to do?" You ask curiously.

His eyes turn back to you as his feet move closer to you, a cup in each hand.

"Not really, I'd rather spend the day with you," he answers, placing the cup on the table in front of you.

The atmosphere around the two of you was calm. His shoulder brushed against yours as he sat down beside you, placing his cup on the table beside yours. Steam emanates from the cups, making the cold, frigid morning seem a bit warmer, and cosier.

His warm hands reach down and take a hold of yours, his eyes gazing into yours as he brings them up towards his face, kissing your knuckles then the back of your hands.

"I do love you, you know that, right?" He asks.

You tut, smiling at him, "I am aware of that, Baam," you pull your hands away from him, "and I do love you, too." You lean close to him and brush your nose against his, making him giggle a little at your actions. Your eyes close, a sweet smile forms on your lips.

"You're so incredible, (Y/N)," Baam remarks as you pull away from him.

"Oh, shush," you tease, pressing a finger on his lips, "you're the incredible one here,"

His hand pulls yours away from his face. "I'm being serious, I've been in so many battles and fights, and you've never once left my side,"

"I have no reason to leave your side, Baam, I treasure every second I have with you,"

You sat there, amazed by him and how he chose you to love. He could easily have fallen in love with someone else, but he chose you. It made your heart tremble a little as you thought about how sweet and caring he was towards you.

Every nice moment you had was because of Baam, he had never been threatening or intimidating to you, not once. It wasn't like you expected him to be that way towards you, but you knew just how strong he was, and it scared you a little just thinking about it.

The chilly air got to you, your head slumping down onto Baam's shoulder, wanting to be close and warm next to him.

You felt yourself become colder by the second, your teeth nearly chattering as you shiver a little. Baam's eyes watch as you reach forward towards the hot cup in front of you.

"Are you cold?" He asks, concerned by your shivering.

"Hmm," you groan, "a little, I'll warm up once I've had this," you say, placing the edge of the cup against your mouth, sitting up straight to sip the hot drink.

It was these small moments, watching you as you drank something, catching a glimpse of you as you stretch in the morning, or when you put on socks or shoes, that made him realise just how lucky he was to have you. It was how you would look when you were not paying attention to it at all, it made you all the more beautiful to him.

Your eyes close as you drank, only opening once you move the cup away from your mouth.

You look up in his eyes, "is it okay if we finish our drinks in your room? It's too cold in here," you request.

"If you want to, I don't mind," Baam says, grabbing at his cup and standing up. His free hand reaches down to you, offering to help you to stand up.

You laugh a little at him, "I can get up on my own, you know," you say.

"I know," he says as you take his hand, "I'm just trying to be a bit more caring,"

"You already are, Baam," you admit, standing up, "you're just trying to be a little romantic because it's Valentine's Day,"

He grins at you, "you can't blame me for trying, can you?"

He was right, you wouldn't blame him for trying. But he was already the romantic type, him being caring was unique to him. It was one of the many reasons you loved him.

You lay beside him, facing each other as the sound of the television plays in the background. His golden eyes were something you could look into all day like you were watching the sun setting. Boy, did he make you want to melt right there and then.

It was warm and comfortable, just like Baam, who was busy staring at you, admiring everything about you. It was as if you were mirroring each other.

"Are you alright, Baam? You've been staring at me for a while now," you comment as you face reddens slightly.

"I can't help it," he says, planting a kiss on your face, "you're so beautiful,"

"You're so sweet, Baam," you say to him, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. "You're always so good to me, I don't make myself sound all that great,"

"Don't be silly, you're always there for me when everything gets too much, you always listen to me, and remind me to let everything out when I need to, I don't know what I'd do without you, (Y/N),"

You laugh a little as a tear threatens to spill from your eye. "I must look pretty dumb now, huh?"

His forehead rests against yours, eyes fixated on every inch of your precious face.

"You look anything but dumb," his hand reaches your face, a finger finds your stray tears and wipes them away, "you need to start praising yourself more,"

"But you're a ridiculously incredible person, Baam,"

"And so are you, you just don't see that yet, I'll show you just how amazing you really are,"

His words made you feel special and loved, you just hoped that your words did the same to him.

The longer time passed, the more tired you became, mostly due to the low sound coming from the TV, and also being on a bed, where it was easier for you to do so.

Baam's eyes watch you as you slept, your head on his arm beside him. He would watch you as slept every night, your peaceful face making him more and more enamoured with you. It was like he was looking at the face of an angel, the daylight drew out as it grew darker. The beams of light retreating from the room with every passing second, his eyes watch as they cover your body, then disappear out the window.

He wanted to spend every second with you, share every moment with you, and look after you.

His face inches towards yours, placing a soft kiss on your head, the retreats back just as carefully.

A short giggle leaves your mouth, your eyes open slowly, arms stretched out above you.

"Sorry for waking you," Baam says softly.

"You don't need to be," you say, placing a kiss on his nose, "I was already kind of awake, and I knew that you would eventually do something like that, you usually do,"

"Oh," he says, getting a little embarrassed, "I didn't realise that you had noticed,"

"I know," you tease, "that's why I've told you now,"

You turn around, you back now against his chest. He pulls you closer to him, his arms around you tightly.

This was a good chance to try something, to make Baam a little flustered. You bit your lip as you move your ass back a little onto his groin, earning you a gasp from him.

"W-what're you doing, (Y/N)?" He asks, his hands clenching.

"Why? Is something wrong?" You tease, continuing to move against him.

"Dammit," he groans, hands finding their way under your top, heading towards your breasts.

Any intimacy you got was not rare, but it wasn't common. He was a Slayer candidate, so it wasn't unusual for him to come back to you exhausted and worn out, it was just something you had to endure while you were with him.

But you had to hold back at times, or he would be a little rough without realising he was being rough. He could be surprising at times, he would hold back on you most of the time, only going rough when his stress got to him, or when you bluntly tell him.

It wasn't like he was overly vocal, he just liked to be a little quiet when releasing his groans and hisses.

Every noise that escapes his mouth was muffled out into your neck, his teeth grazing on your sensitive skin now and again. It made you more and more desperate for you.

"(Y/N)," Baam groans against your skin, "I need you now, stopping toying with me,"

His low voice sent a shiver down your spine, he wasn't any good at dirty talk yet, but he would sometimes be blunt when it came to what he desperately wanted from you. It was cuter when he was blunt, his face red as he realises what he says to you.

The skin around your shoulder was attacked by Baam, his mouth placing passionate kisses against your burning skin.

Your left hand flies up to his hair, grasping it gently as he continues his assault on your skin.

Everything around you went blank as his mouth inches closer to yours. His hand cups you neck gently as his teeth graze against your lips, his thumb rubbing the area around your pulse, noticing just how aroused you were already.

You turn your body a little his mouth collides with yours, a sudden gasp was released from you as you open your mouth for him.

"Baam," you moan quietly into his mouth, your hand pushing on his head, desperate to deepen the kiss.

The air around the two of you grew cloudier as you went on with releasing your passion into each others mouth.

His mouth leaves yours, a slither of saliva connects your tongues, your faces red.

Your hand lets go of his head, and travels down to your pyjama shorts, quickly disposing of them and your panties. The sound of Baam shuffling around behind you caught your attention. You kick your clothes off your legs.

Baam's arms wrap around you again, pulling you closer to him. His fingers trace the skin under your top, giving you goosebumps as he tugs roughly on the hem, pulling the fabric up over your head, exposing yourself to him.  

His hands then work on his top, quickly pulling it up and over his head. Your hair was a little messy, and now, so was his.

You were then pulled roughly towards him again, his length pushing roughly against your ass. He seems very desperate for you, his shaky breathing was felt on your neck, sending more shivers down your spine.

"Baam, please stop teasing me already," you say, turning your face towards him, "I need you now,"

One arm slid under your neck, reaching your waist and latching on to the skin, the other flew down your stomach, his fingers not far from your clit, making you shake a little as he enters you slowly.

You gasp loudly as his length enters you completely, then moves out slowly, leaving just his head still inside you. He moves his hand from your waist, his fingertips brushing the skin of your stomach as they reach further up your body, and stop at your jaw, tilting your head towards his.

He slams back into you, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head.

This wasn't normally like him, he would always be super sweet and ridiculously affectionate towards you. It was a side to him that wasn't too rough, but also wasn't too sweet. But he was giving you what you wanted, and you were giving him what he needed from you.

The day certainly wasn't wasted, both of you were enjoying each others company, this was just a bonus.

Your hands roam each other's bodies, his right hand was still on your jaw, ensuring you could see his face as he moved inside you at a near monstrous speed.

It was difficult for you to let out your noises, he was making your mind turn to mush. He always knew how to treat you right, even when you least expected it. He was always good to you, and you always tried your best to be just as loving and caring as he always was.

"Ahh, fuck," you moan as your hand grips his harshly, a hiss escapes his mouth.

You turn yourself awkwardly, your upper back nearly flat on the bed. His eyes gaze into yours as your hand let go of his, reaching up to his head again, pushing him roughly onto your mouth.

Your tongues collide in each other's mouths, eyes close as your hands continue to dig into his skin.

Every moan, every single sound that was made was released into your mouths.

"Mmm, oh god," you cry into Baam's mouth, you pull away from him, your eyes focus on him.

His right arm moves from around you, instead, his right hand holds tightly onto your hips, holding you in place as his speed and pace continue to increase. Your right arm covers your face, preventing you from looking into his eyes as he moved.

You could concentrate properly now with your eyes covered. Every moan you made, every groan or his he let out, the slapping of your skin, it was enough to make you release there and then.

A release was soon approaching, you could feel it nearing as his nails dug into the skin of your hip.

"Shit," you cry, your voice quivering a little as you tighten around him, curling your toes as you came, trembling from what he had done to you.

You bit your lip, keeping your noises from spilling out as he continues to thrust inside you, his hand squeezing your skin tightly. A string of groans leaves Baam's mouth as he slows down, coming inside you only a few moments later.

The both of you were left panting. Your eyes glance back over to him as he lies on his back, arms stretch out beside him.

"Sorry if that was too much," he says, eyes at the ceiling.

"Don't ever apologize, you make me feel amazing, isn't that enough?" You reply, shifting so that you were resting on his thighs, your hands on his stomach.

His eyes move from the ceiling to you, giving you a gentle smile. You lean forward a little but were stopped by Baam, his hands gently grabbing at your wrists.

"Is something wrong?" You ask, a little confused.

"No, there's nothing wrong, I just want to try something a little different," he replies.

"Oh, okay then,"

His hands move from your wrists to your waist, pulling you forward. You were pulled along his body, you were just assuming that he wanted in this position, but then you were pulled up further, towards his chest and shoulders.

"Baam, what're you doing?" You ask, getting flustered.

"Do you trust me?" He asks softly.

"What? Of course, I do,"

"Then just let me do this,"

His hands continue to pull you forward until your clit and entrance was at his face. This was something he had never done and not something you had ever asked him for. It felt a little weird and awkward.

You were pulled even closer, your hands on the headboard of the bed. It felt odd being in a position like this. You could feel Baam's tongue circle around your entrance, teasing you a little before delving inside you.

What made him think of being in this position, did he like you being on top too much? Or was he trying something new because of what day it was? He was never too dominant on you, but, damn sometimes did you want him too. He's always too nice for his good, he must be aware of that.

Your eyes closed, hands at the headboard, like it was keeping you upright when it wasn't. Scratches were felt on your skin, on your thighs and ass, his fingers digging into every inch of skin around your hips, keeping you in place, ensuring you couldn't move at all.

Not like you wanted to move, this was something he wanted you to trust him with, so you just let him get on with it and not object to it at all. It didn't seem right, but maybe if you got used to being like this, it would become something that you would try again.

Now and again his tongue would leave you, instead, using his tongue and teeth to flick or graze your clit a little.

"Mmm," you cry, "oh, fuck, ahh,"

You desperately wanted to move your hips a little, maybe help him reach better inside you. His grip on your skin was far too tight to ever let you go. Every second felt like heaven, you could feel your release coming again.

"Stop," you whine, "I'm gonna come,"

He doesn't listen, his eyes open and look up at you. Damn did he look attractive like that, his eyes were dark, but they also glowed, it was weird. He grips your hips tighter like he was refusing you from moving off him until you release into his mouth.

"Fuck's sake, Baam, it's too much," you felt yourself become undone by his tongue, biting down on your lower lip as you came again.

His fingers free your skin, arms moving from under your legs, back around to your front, letting you move back down his body again.

His eyes watch you as you slid back down to his thighs, hand wiping his mouth. You stare at each other for a while, your body lying flat on his chest.

All you could hear as your head lay on his chest was his heartbeat, the one thing that would bring anyone comfort and relief.

"Why did you try that?" You ask quietly.

"I wanted to do something different," he answers, rolling over so he was on top of you, "you mean so much to me," he pecks your mouth.

"I know, and you're everything to me,"

Without warning you, he quickly lines himself up with your entrance and pushes inside you. You shut your eyes, trying hard not to make any loud noise.

He knew what he was doing, he meant to do that deliberately to make you react a little. You would often tell him to be bold with you, but you didn't think he would be like this.

The speed that he thrust into you was fast, and he had set a good pace. His face hovers over yours, eyes fixed on your orbs as his hips sped up a little. He places his arms flat beside your head.

"Mmm, ahh," you cry as your hands try to grab at his arms, you let your legs wrap around him, pulling him closer to you.

It was ridiculous how much stamina he had, which he never really noticed. You were always left satisfied, but he sometimes made you just a little sore afterwards. Not much attention would be paid to how much you came on the occasions where he just let his stamina go wild, often making you come nearly ten times, leaving your mind and body shaking from it all.

His lips kiss all over your face, giving you as much of his love as possible.

Your attention would always be on each other, no matter what you were doing.

You let your hands leave the skin of his arms, your arms wrapping around his head and neck, pushing his lips onto yours.

He wasn't going too fast for you to handle, you continue to let out your little moans and noises into his mouth as you kiss passionately. Your nails scrape across his scalp, causing him to hiss.

"(Y/N)," he groans into your mouth, "you feel so good,"

You pull your mouth away from him, both your eyes open, fixing on each other's orbs. His gleaming golden eyes staring down into yours, it was like you were looking into the eyes of a god. But he was like a god to you. You wanted him to feel like that around you.

Your eyes close again, your teeth pinching your lower lip.

"I'm close," you cry, your toes curling again.

He could feel you tightening around him, his eyes close at the feeling, hands holding tightly onto the bedsheets.

"Mmm, fuck," you cry, your arms move from his neck to around his back, fingers scratching on his skin, earning you a groan from him.

"Fuck," he groans as you come on him. It was rare to hear him curse, the only instances when he would curse would be when he was annoyed, or at moments like this.

"Please, don't stop," you cry, your fingers burrowing into his skin.

He heard you and was eager to keep going, moving at a violent speed, burying his face in the crook of your neck. His breath against your burning skin sent shivers down your spine.

Your mouths let out a string of moans and groans as he friction between the two of you increased. It was all a little too much for you to handle, but that didn't mean that you weren't enjoying every second of him thrusting inside you.

Of course, you could've done something other than this. You spent a lot of time together, so you could've just gone out somewhere, but this was what the two of you wanted, your bodies were calling out to each other as they collided.

Opening your eyes, your blurred vision focuses on the ceiling. This was something you didn't want to end. A golden glow caught your eye, you saw Baam's face as places kisses around the area of your soft spot, his teeth graze across it slowly.

His hands shift over to cup your face, the two of you smiles sweetly at each other. You squeeze your eyes close as his hips thrust harder into you, throwing your head back against the bed.

The feeling of his lips against your neck made you gasp a little, your nails scratch at the skin of his back.

His lips place kisses down your neck to your chest, a hand moves away from the side of your head and gropes one of your mounds.

"Mmm, mmm," those were the only noises you could release as his rough hand works on you, his lips edging closer to your erect nipple.

You giggle as his mouth tickles your sensitive skin, moving your hands from his back up to his head again. Your fingers tangle themselves in his hair as his tongue flicks the tip of your nipple.

"Mmm, dammit," you cry, his thrusts still sending shockwaves through your body, and now his mouth was making your chest flutter.

A quiet hum escapes his mouth, you felt it against your chest as he took your nipple into his mouth, his teeth gently tugging at it as he closes his eyes and speeds up.

"Ahh, Baam," you moan, "it's too much,"

You continue to tug at his locks, attempting to move his head away from your chest. But you weren't strong enough to move him away from you while he was busy pleasuring you.

Tears started to form in your eyes as his speed nearly reached its limit, you could feel him hitting that spot inside you, your mind losing every thought it had. Not like you had any thoughts at the moment with what he was doing to you.

Yet again, you could feel your climax approaching. His teeth still tugging on you, making your release come quicker than before.

"Baam," you quietly moan, legs tightening around him as your walls closed in on him.

"(Y/N)," he groans, letting go of your nipple.

You let go of his hair, allowing his head to hover over yours as you came, clinging to the bedsheets.

His forehead rests against yours as he continues to thrust inside you. God, could you get lost in his eyes. It was as if time was slowing down.

The feeling of him coming inside you made your mind go blank.

You were both left panting, exhausted from all the action that had just taken place. Your fingers brushed his stray hair out of his face. He was beautiful to you, it was hard not to stare at him in these moments.

"You're staring, (Y/N)," Baam says, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"Oh, sorry," you say, moving your hand away from him. His head collapses on your chest, his ear closely listening to your heartbeat. "What is it with you and listening to my heartbeat?" You playfully ask.

He chuckles a little, "it calms me down, I feel safe and comfortable like this,"

You smile, "then I won't let you go," you wrap your arms around his head and neck, holding him in place.

"Good," he says, "and I won't let you go, either,"

It was so sweet. His naturally kind personality made him easy to like and get on with.