Crash Into Me ● 03 | Bambam
— title: Crash Into Me | parts ➔ 01 — 02 — 03
— pairings: Bambam (GOT7) x female reader (with POV switch) | genre: strangers to lovers!au, runaway bride!au, rom-com | word count: 10,570 words
— summary: Spending his free weekend at his estranged cousin’s wedding was the last thing Bambam ever wanted to do. He had no real expectations coming to the ceremony—aside from enduring nosy relatives and enjoying a few drinks. But he certainly didn’t expect to be accused of kidnapping the bride while trying to slip away from the disaster that the ceremony had become.
— full fic ratings & warnings: +18 / M for mature; this chapter includes multiple smut scenes, mentions childhood trauma, insecurities, mentions of infidelity, lots of teasing, dirty talk, light manhandling, light restraints/bondage, stripping, kissing, making out, exposure/mentions of nudity, breast play, nipple biting, fingering (female receiving), clit play, oral sex (female receiving), hair pulling, cum tasting, explicit sex scenes, home office sex, rough sex, edging, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, implied creampie, cuddling and pillow talk at the end.
— fic drop date: Apr 27th, 2026 | read on AO3 | main masterlist | wip | mailbox | feedback box | ko-fi | divider credit
— story note: part of my series, Lost Boys: Threadbare Hearts | This fic can be read as a standalone, but you may find scenes connected to other stories from the series included here. While this fic was planned to be released as a one-shot, I’ve decided to separate this into 3 chapters due to Tumblr’s word and paragraph block limit and to help smooth the flow of the story so you can enjoy reading this better. This fic is also roughly inspired by this prompt.
— tracklist: crash into me — dave matthews band / you put a spell on me — austin giorgio / blame u — odeal / paranoia — the marias
Back at Bambam's place, you finally got the full story of what happened.
Bodhi did leave the house in the late afternoon for work, pretending life was returning to normal. But things quickly took a turn before he even got the chance to settle in for the evening shift.
Gossip has been running rampant in town, and it didn't take long for it to reach the people he works with. One brave—and quite idiotic—soul had brought up the humiliation that Bodhi got after being left at the altar, and he snapped. A few punches were thrown, and before Davy and his other friends could intervene, Bodhi was sent home with a suspension from work.
It was bad enough that Bodhi had lost his cool when he rushed home; to be so overriden by his emotions that he wasn't thinking clearly. Things got worse when Bodhi—who was driven home by Davy—arrived at his house to find your friends still in the process of loading the last of your moving boxes into the car.
No one could stop him when he marched into the house to find you in the bedroom.
When Bambam got to Bodhi's place, Davy was still outside, arguing with the girls who kept blaming him for not stopping Bodhi. Bambam paid no attention to them and wasted no time coming in, just in time to see you arguing with his cousin in the foyer.
Shivers still run down your spine when you recall what happened; the dread you first felt entering the house meant nothing compared to what you feel after confronting Bodhi face to face.
You close your eyes, trying to clear your head before the memory of what happened takes control of you. Taking a deep breath, you try to relax. It has grown quiet here in the living room, peaceful, after your friends bid their goodbyes for the night to let you rest. Yet you still seek their company by searching for their voices that are drifting from the hallway as they chat along with Bambam, who is walking them to the door in your place.
Both of your friends had followed you home with your belongings and stayed with you for a while, keeping you company. They tried to hide it, but it was obvious that both of them were as shaken as you were. You were more than grateful to have them by your side through it all, and for them to risk it all to help you tonight. But at the same time, you feel guilty for involving them in this whole mess.
When you first expressed this to both Mae and Ashley, they simply laughed and brushed it off.
“You would’ve done the same thing if we were in your shoes,” they said, and they were right.
You would have gone through hell and back if it meant supporting them through tough times. The only thing you can hope for is that they’ll never experience the same heartache and humiliation you did.
It doesn’t take long before you hear the sound of the front door closing, and you open your eyes just as Bambam returns to the living room soon after.
The moment your eyes fall on him, the same feelings you felt for your friends resonate for him. You feel guilty for involving him in your drama and grateful for having him around to help. But the moment your eyes meet his, all these conflicting emotions vanish. In its place comes the memory of seeing him standing at Bodhi’s front door, and the relief you felt from his presence.
Seeing you curled up on the sofa, Bambam smiles.
"Your friends asked me to tell you that they'll call in the morning to check on you."
The sofa dips under his weight as he sits on the other end. When you try to shift back to give him space, he reaches out, pulling your legs onto his lap to keep you close.
His touch puts you at ease, and you recline against the cushion. "Thank you for walking them out to the door for me. You really didn't have to.” You let out a sigh as he starts pressing his fingers on your feet, giving you a light massage to loosen the tension still lingering in your body.
"I'm just trying to act like a good host," he simply states.
"Still, I should've been the one to do it. I invited them here."
Bambam lifts his gaze. "You needed to rest and calm down," he insists.
You know that he is right, but your uneasiness isn't allowing you to accept it. A part of you is telling you to start moving. To do something. Anything that would make you stop feeling so helpless. But as Bambam continues tending to you, easing the coils on your muscles with his gentle fingers, you realize that maybe this is exactly what you need.
“Are you okay?” He asks you gently.
His question makes you pause.
How do you even answer?
No. Maybe.
“Still a little shaken, but I’m feeling better.” The truth slips, but as your gaze finds his, you recall the way he looked when he stood there, confronting your ex. Bambam hides it well, but you can tell that something is going on in his silence. "Are you okay?"
The smile that he gives you doesn't quite reach his eyes, but he shrugs it off. "Not really. But it could've been worse."
"I don't think you're the type to pick up a fight like that."
When Bambam laughs, his eyes light up the way they always do, which pleases you. "No, I'm not," he admits. "I'm the type that walks away and never looks back."
Bodhi's words come to mind—the spiteful dig that he tried to throw at Bambam when he was cornered—and you wonder if those words had rattled him. "Bodhi can say whatever, but that doesn't make you a coward."
"Yeah, I know that," he says with a low chuckle. Then his smile fades as a thought slips through his mind. “Has he ever acted like this before? Has he ever been aggressive or has he gotten handsy with you for no reason, or—”
The more he speaks, the more his voice lowers with anger. It isn't hard to tell what he is thinking. He was there to see your ex trying to manhandle you while you were trying to walk away, after all.
“No, never. But it’s not like we’ve ever really argued before. He was a completely different person the whole time we were dating.”
At least until he proposed, you realize.
When you first met him, Bodhi seemed easygoing and laidback, and quite charming as well. That had been the reason why you were drawn to him in the first place, even if he wasn't really the type of guy you would've gotten attracted to.
But, just like everything else in your life, nothing good ever lasts. The moment he put the ring on your finger, he slowly began showing his true colours.
He was always tense and demanding. His words were often sharp, and he knew what to say to make you feel small and insignificant when you were with him. And he was growing distant, always putting his work first, his friends, and making less effort to make time for you. Yet you chose to ignore the red flags, even going so far as to gaslight yourself into thinking that those were nothing more than your own insecurities putting doubts in your mind. And you always chose to listen to his promises when he said he was going to make more time once you were married, when he would be able to focus solely on you.
If only you had listened to your gut instead, then perhaps things wouldn't have gotten this far.
"He was only a great guy during that first year we got together, but things started to change over the past year." A bitter chuckle escapes your lips when you realize, "Ah, was that when he started fucking his ex?"
Sighing, you push the unpleasant thoughts away. It’s a bit harder this time, when the betrayal still stings.
"He wasn't perfect, but he wasn't rude or abusive either. I think he managed to control and hide his emotions well before this. I guess seeing me there after what happened made him snap."
Pausing, you look at Bambam with a small smile. "Then he started asking about you, and the rumours he heard of us. When I didn’t do anything to deny them, it seemed like a switch was flipped—"
“Alright, that’s enough. You’re shaking again.” Bambam rushes to stop you when you don't even realize you've been shaking since you started talking about your ex—a reaction that's stayed with you ever since Bodhi got you cornered in his home, as if your body remembers even when you try not to.
“It’s just hard not to." Shaking your head, you try to stop yourself from thinking about your ex, about what happened tonight, only to remember how Bambam appeared, like the answers to your prayers.
"Speaking of which. How did you end up showing up at Bodhi's house?"
Leaning back, Bambam continues to rub his fingers along your ankles. "I finished my appointment early and was already heading home. When I got your text, I figured that you might need my help." A smile lifts across his face when his gaze finds yours. "Glad I listened to my gut, as always."
"Glad that at least one of us did," you murmur. "Thank you for being there for me."
"You know I'll do what I can to help you, and I already promised I would be there with you anytime you decide to go to his place.”
He did. And you remember not taking him seriously.
You’ve gotten so used to getting empty promises, to hearing Bodhi’s empty words, that you stopped yourself from believing Bambam, even when you could see that he genuinely cared.
“I'm glad I was there when I did. I can’t say I was happy about seeing that brat again, though," he jokes, trying to make things light.
Yet it still doesn't stop you from thinking about what happened again. Replaying it in your head and hearing Bodhi's voice again makes your body tense. And it certainly does not slip Bambam's attention.
“Alright, enough talk about that jackass," he complains. "Maybe you need something else to focus on.”
You let out a little laugh when he suddenly moves, letting your legs go as he shifts on the sofa, getting closer to you. “Okay? Then what exactly do you suggest—”
Your words fade at the tip of your tongue when he bends over, and his lips claim yours. Startled, your body freezes for a moment before it starts to register in your mind that he is kissing you.
The kiss is soft and brief at first, then he pauses, leaving you stunned when he pulls away just enough to allow a breath of air to pass between your lips. His eyes are on you when you look up at him, his gaze searching, waiting, until you find your voice again and whisper, “What are you doing?”
Hesitation fills your head, but your fingers move on their own as you reach out, twisting them on the front of his T-shirt. You’re not entirely sure if it would be the right thing for you to be pulling him into you, or if you should be pushing him away. In the meantime, he seems to find some clarity when he smiles.
“I’m just helping you focus on something else, since talking didn’t seem to help,” he says, as his gaze drifts back to your lips. “And, to be honest, this is something I’ve wanted to do for a while.”
He leans in again just then, his lips pressing on yours before you can say a thing.
This time, however, you don’t stop yourself from responding to him. Fisting the front of his T-shirt harder, you pull him closer while digging your feet into the cushions. You arch into him, your mouth meeting his in a deeper, heated kiss that sends warmth flaring through your chest.
He tastes good.
It feels good.
And you don’t want it to stop.
As Bambam leans further into the kiss, he seems to melt with you. His arms slide around you, drawing you into his warmth, holding you close as if to show you he feels it too.
Just as you begin to sink further into him, his lips drift away, brushing along your jaw. While he works his mouth to trace the lines on your face, the movement of his hands slows. His lingering touch on your body feels almost hesitant, as if he’s giving you an out. A chance to stop him. A chance to step back and find another way to ease the tension weighing on you.
But you don’t want that.
You want this. More than you probably should. More than you’ve ever realized. Maybe you’ve wanted this for a while without realizing it too—until now.
Yet you can still feel him holding back, unsure. His kisses begin to slow down, and you can feel him pulling away. So you reach up and loop your arms around his neck, pulling him back to you before he can retreat. He yields easily, letting himself fall with you as the two of you sink back into the sofa. The kiss returns, slower now but no less consuming. You feel the hint of a smile against your lips as he slides his hands beneath your thighs, lifting your legs until they wrap around his waist, while your fingers slip into his hair.
This time, you’re the one drawing him closer, even when his kiss keeps stealing your breath away. Your heartbeat stutters in your chest. You hadn’t expected the gentle kiss he started to unravel into something this intense the moment you both stopped holding back.
And you love it.
Because it feels good. But more than that—it feels right. Even when everything else in your life seems to be veering in the wrong direction, this moment settles something inside you.
Your skin warms beneath his touch, your senses sparking awake with every brush of his lips, every glide of his fingers.
And yet, beneath it all, a flicker of unease remains.
You’ve only known him for a week. But already, it feels dangerously easy to lose yourself in him. The way you cling to him now—the way your body leans into his like it already belongs there—scares you how natural it feels.
“Stop thinking,” he murmurs against your lips.
You try to ignore the way his words send a small shiver through you. “I’m not,” you insist, though the protest comes out softer than you intended.
Bambam huffs a quiet laugh against your mouth. As always, he seems to know exactly what's on your mind. As if he can read you like an open book.
“Liar,” he breathes, tugging lightly on your bottom lip before kissing the sting away, slow and deliberate. The faint tingle lingers when he murmurs, “I can practically hear your thoughts from here.”
A quiet hum escapes you as your lips meet again. “Now you’re the one lying,” you whisper. “I know you’ve been reading my mind since the second you started kissing me.”
He pulls back just enough to look at you, his grin slow and knowing, like he’s enjoying the challenge.
“Oh? So you’ve figured me out, huh?” He teases, voice low. “That’s good. So now you know that it’s no use hiding things from me.
Before you can say anything in return, his mouth returns to yours, silencing the rest of your thoughts with a bruising kiss. Your mouths continue moving in sync, with neither of you wanting to break apart, except for the brief chances you take to catch a breath in between. You try to shift under his weight to get more comfortable, only to feel both of your bodies tilting sideways.
"Fuck," he groans, just as he loses his balance, nearly falling off the sofa that can barely hold the weight of two people. "Let's get somewhere more comfortable."
After making sure that you have your arms and legs wrapped tightly around him, Bambam lifts you off the sofa and begins carrying you across the room. His footsteps are clumsy, jolting you in his hold as he stumbles against the rugs, drawing your laughter.
You have no idea where he is taking you. And yet, at this point, you are done questioning everything.
You’ve been doing that for so long, even more so for the past week since your failed wedding day. Right now, in his arms, all you want to do is just feel. To be alive. And to enjoy every second you have with him.
Just when you think he's taking you back to one of the bedrooms upstairs, Bambam turns away from the stairs. You peek over his shoulder to realize that he’s taking you to his home office instead.
Despite the ample time you’ve had exploring the house, you haven’t been in here before. The room feels cold, with a hint of lemongrass from the air freshener and the scent of old books wafting around you. Bambam continues to walk deeper until he stops. With a soft groan, he bends down, gently lowering you onto a wide sofa bed in the far corner of the room.
"Really? And here I thought you were talking about bringing me upstairs to the bedroom like one of those scenes I read in the novels." You laugh as you sink into the dozen cushions taking up space around you, finding this sofa bed even more comfortable than the one you have been constantly falling asleep on in the living room. Wider, more spacious, and its padding is so soft you almost sink into it.
Bambam looks at you with a sly grin on his face as he hovers above you, his hands sinking on either side of your head as he props himself up over you. "Nah, there's no way," he chuckles, rolling his shoulders back. "That sounds like too much work for me. I'm gonna have to start working out a bit more before I can do that."
His comment makes you laugh. "Good point. But a sofa bed, though? Kind of fancy having one in a space that you use to work." Easing back into the cushions, you rub your palms on the soft covers. "Have you ever slept on this before?"
"I might have fallen asleep on this a few times before, but I'd rather sleep on the bed." Groaning, he pulls you by the waist to stop you from moving away from him. "Now stop distracting me."
“What did I do?” You laugh, meeting his gaze as he hovers on top of you. "Am I really that distracting?"
“Yes,” he hisses, his gaze drifting down your face, to your lips, before finding its way to your eyes again. “Every second, every moment passed since you’ve been here. Even when I’m not seeing you, I keep getting distracted, wondering what you’re up to.”
You bite your lips, stopping the smile that is slowly rising. “Then that makes two of us.”
“Really?” His eyes light up. Once again, he looks like a child who has just earned some candies. It makes you want to tease him more. “So you’ve been thinking of me?”
Is that even a question?
“It’s hard not to,” you admit with a sigh, while his smile seems to grow even wider.
He looks like a little boy who has just won a prize, and you cannot help but smile, looking at him. Bambam reaches up to tuck your hair aside, his fingers brushing your cheek in the process.
He leans closer, his nose brushing against yours. “Are you okay with this?” He asks, while keeping his gaze locked on yours. “Do you want me to stop?”
“I thought you told me to stop thinking.”
He lets out a low, gravely laugh. “I just want to make sure that this is something you want.”
“I—” You start to answer, then pause.
“What is it?”
“Nothing, it’s just—”
Biting your lips, you wonder how you can explain what you are feeling inside. It shouldn’t be too hard. You’ve already been sharing your secrets, offering pieces of your souls with each other —your heartbreak, his past heartbreak, your insecurities, his inhibitions— these past few nights you spent together. You’ve since found that sharing your thoughts has been easy with him. And he always listens well.
And if there’s anything you’ve learned over the past week, it’s that the only thing you need to do is be honest with yourself.
“I want this. I want….more, and I like kissing you.” The confession rolls out of you so easily the moment you look into his eyes. You might be feeling a bit conflicted, though this feeling has nothing to do with Bambam. It has your insecurities written all over it. “But I’ll be lying if I said that I’m not scared inside.”
“What are you afraid of?”
“I’m afraid of how good this feels,” you admit to him, while pointing between the two of you.
Kissing him feels good. Being close to him feels safe and comfortable, and it’s a feeling that you can’t find anywhere else.
“But all good things come to an end. Good things don’t last in my life. Either they all turn into a mess, or someone else will come to mess it up for me.”
Just like your school days, when you kept having to move because of your father’s business. Then your college days, when you had to let go of the major you loved because your parents didn’t agree with your choices. And lastly, your failed wedding day.
“It’s like the universe, and everything in it, is determined to stop me from feeling happy.” You sigh and close your eyes.
You’ve told him most of these things before, when you sat with him to chat through the night over drinks and between movies. But this feels like the first time you feel so raw inside.
Healing process takes time. And it’s not a linear process either. This was something that he told you when you first spilled your heart with him, right after he did the same with you.
It makes you feel like you are stuck in the same cycle, always questioning where things went wrong and if there was any way for you to stop it from happening.
“I thought getting married would change everything, and I would finally be happy. Maybe I don’t deserve it, and I’m scared that things will fall apart again the moment I let my guard down.” You look straight into his eyes and continue, “I want this…but what if I ruin things again? What if things—”
Bambam doesn’t give you any chance to finish your sentence.
As his mouth returns to yours again, all thoughts running in your head fall silent. And then he shuts everything down further when his hands begin roaming down your body, his fingers slipping through the hem of your oversized sweatshirt to find your warm skin beneath. You shiver as the tips of his fingers trail along your waist, while he moves the other hand down, tracing your curves, down to your hips, then down the length of your thigh, guiding you to open your legs for him.
“What are you doing to me?” you whisper against his lips, already losing your mind just from his simple touches.
“Touching you,” he whispers back. You can feel his smile on your lips, his voice taunting you, while he is becoming more daring with his touch.
“Yes, I can see that—oh!”
And you can certainly feel it, as his thumbs keep climbing higher up your thigh, pressing down gently from over your shorts. Your body grows still, stuck between wanting to press your thighs together to stop it before things get any further or to spread your legs wider so he could rectify the need that has been brewing deep in your core.
“But, why are you—” You try to question what he is up to, only to have your words fade into a soft gasp as he begins to rub his thumbs in circles, right at the apex of your thigh, igniting the pulsing heat down at your center without even touching it directly.
“Isn’t it obvious? I’m showing you that you’re wrong,” he says, as if he knows what you are about to ask him. Bambam pulls back, looking you straight in the eyes when he adds, “You deserve to be happy. It’s not your fault that he was a liar and a cheat. It was all him. He was a coward.”
“I—” You try to argue, but it's hard to focus when he keeps working his fingers back up the curves of your body, drawing sparks of lightning beneath. “This is so distracting.”
“I know. It’s meant to be,” Bambam says with a slick grin on his face, “And I can be even more distracting if you’d let me.” He leans back down, pressing his mouth on your neck.
“Hmm—” You let out a hum as your eyes begin fluttering closed, already forgetting completely what you were going to say to him.
Suddenly, he stops, and you feel him pulling away. “Well? Do you still want to argue with me, or—”
You open your eyes and reach out to him. “Come here,” you whisper, looping your arms once more around his neck to pull him back to you.
Your lips are soon connected with his as his body settles on top of you, as if you were never meant to be apart for so long. Your lips move together, tasting and enjoying each other, and your body reacts just the same, with delicate shudders running under your skin.
Damn, why does he have to be a good kisser?
Bambam breaks the kiss for a breath, whispering, “Last chance to push me away. Take my offer and let me show you that you don’t have to stop living just because your heart was broken by a fool, or push me away, and we can forget everything. I’ll never bring it up again, so we can both move on with our lives.”
This time, you no longer feel hesitant with your answer. But you are done talking.
You pull him back to you, tightening your arms around him as you press your lips on his. Keeping him pressed against your body, your hands begin to roam over his back, tugging up the hem of his shirt.
“Good choice,” he mumbles against your lips, while you snap at him in return,
“Stop talking and start working.”
Bambam chuckles. “Yes, Ma’am,” he drawls, his voice low enough to sound almost like a groan. “Let’s get comfortable then, all right?”
Pressing his lips on the length of your neck, he runs his hands down your waist, to your hips, and then you feel him cupping your bum as he gently lifts you off the sofa bed to move you away from the edge.
“Oohh, naughty hands,” you tease him with a giggle, causing him to pull away with a groan.
“Stop it, woman. I’m trying to woo you.”
Your head falls back as you laugh. “Oh, are you?” You wiggle your eyebrows at him. Propping your elbows back, you raise your hips and rock a little in his hands. “Keep going and woo me, then.”
Bambam’s lips lift to a grin. “You’re crazy.”
“I’ve heard worse,” you shrug, and then ease back to get more comfortable, “Come on, pretty boy. Show me what you got.”
Bambam climbs onto the sofa bed to join you, then moves his hands down your body. His fingers trail the waistband of your shorts, flicking open the button and yanking the zipper down in one swift move. Then he begins tugging on them, pulling them down your hips. You lift your hips slightly, making it easier for him to pull them down your legs. And when he’s done, he tosses the fabric over his shoulder, letting it fall to the floor.
He reaches for the hem of the sweatshirt you are wearing—his sweatshirt—and starts pulling it up. You lift your arms to help him as he guides it over your head, and it’s gone before you even open your eyes again.
“Someone’s getting impatient,” you tease him, as he lets out a groan while looking down your body, his eyes dilating at the sight of the crop top you wear underneath, which barely covers your skin. “Here, let me do it.”
You sit up and start peeling the top, followed by the bra, leaving you only in the black panties covering your center, your chest completely bare for his eyes to see. It makes you feel a little exposed. Too exposed, that your insecurities sink into you once more, and for a second, all the humour leaves your body and you feel the urge to hide yourself from his prying eyes.
But just as you move your arms to try and cover yourself, Bambam catches your wrists, putting them together and bringing them over your head. Using one hand, he binds your hands together and holds them against the cushions above your head.
“Were you trying to hide?”
“Um…yes?”
Your skin flushes under his gaze. And with your hands held up tightly, your skin also feels tight and sensitive. The chill air brushes against the tips of your breasts, and your nipples grow tight and hard, making you shudder.
“Don’t do that. Don’t hide from me.”
“I’m not hi—mmmmh!” You try to argue with him again, but Bambam presses his lips on yours, shutting you up with a kiss.
“You’re stunning, baby,” he whispers against your lips, his eyes looking deeply into yours. “Don’t let anyone make you think or believe otherwise.”
“Then make me believe it,” you whisper back.
Bambam grins. “That won’t be a problem.”
With those words, he dips his head and captures your right nipple between his lips.
“Oh, God!”
Your body arches into his face, pushing your breast into his mouth as he starts devouring you, rolling your flesh between his teeth, then sucking it in his mouth. He swipes his tongue around the hardened bud, then grazes his teeth across the sensitive skin, drawing a loud moan from your lips. He does the same to the other, and a heated pleasure shoots through your body. You grind your hips against him, feeling the need to have something to ease the pulses rising inside your heat.
As your body falls apart easily under his touch and his kisses, you realize that you can no longer deny it.
There is a spark between you and Bambam that has been there from the start.
You had felt it the first day you met, yet you’ve been convincing yourself it was nothing more than the gratitude you felt after he saved you on that disastrous day.
But ever since then, you’ve felt these sparks growing more and more. The more you spend time with him, and the more you’ve learned what kind of person he is, it has become harder and harder to ignore it. Perhaps you’ve been disillusioning yourself by making you believe that the connection you’ve felt with him wasn’t real, when it’s only been growing stronger ever since.
And you are certainly feeling those sparks now, as his fingers roam every part of your body, tracing your skin, and your body sways closer to him with his touches. While he continues devouring your breasts, then continues tracing his kisses on your skin, your hips rise from the sofa, brushing your pulsing center against his covered groin. He bucks his hips to meet your steady rocking, and you feel something hard pressing against your heat, causing it to unfold inside you.
“Please, Bam,” you find yourself begging, needing more—needing him.
The moment he hears your voice, he lets out a groan and murmurs, “What do you want, baby?”
“Please…I need…more,” you moan. “I want to come.”
His chuckle comes out low, almost like a breathless groan. “Well, if you’re so desperate for it,” he teases you with a grin.
You don’t even have the chance to tease him back when he lets go of your hands and crawls down your body. He grips your thighs, spreading them open, then positions his face right over your covered heat. With your hands free, you reach down to thread your fingers through his hair, drawing his eyes to you. He keeps eye contact as he gently starts pulling your panties down your legs and tosses them aside.
He flashes you a smile, briefly teasing you as he wraps his hands around your thighs and yanks you closer to his mouth.
“Is this what you want, baby?”
“Yes,” you hiss. “Please.”
Your voice melts into a breathless moan as you feel his mouth pressing against your folds. You feel the swipe of his tongue across your pulsing center, and your hips rise as you welcome his greedy mouth on your heat.
Bambam places his palm on your hips to hold you steady, keeping you where you are as he continues to feast on you. His tongue swipes along your slit, finding its way to your throbbing clit, which he wraps his mouth around. Your cries bounce against the walls, drawing a low chuckle from him. You feel the sound vibrating through your body as he continues working his mouth against your heat while groaning deeply as if he is enjoying this moment as much as you do.
He sucks, licks, swiping his tongue across your clit once, twice. And when you keep responding with the sound of your moans, your hips rocking wildly in response, he repeats the same thing over and over again, sending heat and pleasure surging through your body. Then he dips his tongue through your entrance, moving and flicking as if he is fucking you with it.
Your body keeps moving against him, responding to each push and pull of his tongue with the gentle rocking of your hips. Your head falls back when he plays around with your clit, feeling him sucking your nub until you are writhing under his hold.
You can already feel the pleasure building intensely inside you. Growing from the depth of your core, warmth floods between your legs as he continues lapping every drop of your arousal, teasing you, tasting, as if he’s devouring a meal. Unable to take it anymore, you tighten your grip on his hair, pulling his head back and away from your pulsing heat.
With a chuckle, Bambam pulls away to breathe. His smile is slick and wet, and he looks so pleased with himself as your essence coats his lips.
“Why did you make me stop?” He asks you, looking almost like he’s disappointed that you stopped him so soon.
“I—” You gasp, yet your words are lost in you. “Come up here,” you finally manage to speak, and he slowly crawls his way back on top of you.
You still have your fingers entangled in his hair when you pull him down, bringing his mouth to yours so you can kiss him. Pushing your tongue into his mouth, you lick away every drop of your essence from his lips, his tongue, having a taste of yourself.
He hums into the kiss, smiling as he pulls back. “You can taste yourself from my lips, can’t you? How do you like it?”
You nod as you savour your own taste. It’s weird. Sweet. Different.
Those words circle through your mind, yet refuse to leave your lips. Instead, you moan softly and pull him back for another kiss, to have another taste, which he easily gives you.
As he covers your body with his, Bambam reaches down, swiping his fingers between your folds. You feel him prodding at your opening, sweeping back and forth between your slit, as if gathering more of your slickness with his deft fingers. Then you feel him pressing the tip of his fingers at your entrance, using your essence to help him as he drives those fingers into your heat.
You moan into the kiss, and he swallows every sound you make as he pushes deeper.
He slightly pulls back for a brief moment, catching his breath, his fingers still lodged inside you. “Like this too, baby?” He whispers against your mouth, “Do you want more?”
“Yes,” you moan, and he captures your mouth once again, drinking the sounds you make with a heated kiss. Your tongue dances in his mouth, licking the rest of your taste from him, making him groan deeply as he drives his fingers deeper into your pussy.
He moves his hand in and out of you, stretching you with his fingers, moving faster with each thrust. As the waves of pleasure keep building inside you, your body rocks with him. Your hips keep rising and falling, meeting his thrusts, riding the sensation.
Your cries and moans grow louder, yet he keeps pressing his lips on yours, refusing to let go. It leaves you both breathless, yet it only intensifies the rising pleasure, until you feel the telltale of your orgasm forming inside you.
Your inner walls pulse around his digits as he drives them deeper, pressing against your sweet spot. Your body trembles in response, already delirious—already so close.
All of a sudden, he breaks away from the kiss, allowing you the chance to breathe.
“Does that feel good, baby? Do you want to come?” He asks, his lips ghosting yours.
“Yes,” you gasp. “Please. I’m close.”
Chuckling softly, he thrusts two fingers inside you while moving his thumb to brush against your clit. Your hips arch upward to embrace the delightful sensation he is making you feel with each thrust, riding it as your orgasm builds inside you—only for him to come to a halt.
“Bam—”
“Sshh, baby,” he says, kissing your lips gently at the sound of your whine. “I’ll make you come. But I’m dying here. Watching the way you respond to me when I’m only touching you like this is making me go crazy.”
While the movement of his hand in your heat continues—slow, deliberate, yet steady—he takes your hand in his with the other, and brings it between you, pressing your palm against his covered hard-on.
His chest rumbles with the sound of his groan that comes at your touch. “I know I should probably take things slow, considering the circumstances. But I can't. I need you,” he says, his voice pained and desperate. “Let me be inside you.”
Unlike before, when you find yourself hesitating to give in, the answer comes quickly. “Okay,” you whisper, and you open your eyes to start begging, “Please, get inside me…”
Groaning deeply, Bambam kisses your lips and pushes himself up to his feet. His moves are clumsy, a bit hurried, but none of that matters when you look into his eyes. His gaze is intense, as if he is ready to devour every inch of you—as if he hasn’t had enough of you.
It makes you feel hot inside.
Beautiful.
Wanted.
You clench your hands when you feel the urge to touch him, and watch him silently as he begins stripping himself out of his clothes. He makes quick work of unbuckling his belt and shedding his pants, then your eyes are drawn to his chest as he strips his shirt off his shoulder.
Your eyes drift lower, down to his abdomen and all the way to his groin, though you can only have a brief moment to appreciate his beauty fully—his lean, yet hard body, and his thick hard-on which he covers with his palm as he begins stroking down his length—before he returns to you, covering your body with his.
He holds your hips firmly as he takes his position between your legs. Reaching between your bodies, he brushes against your clit, moving his thumb back and forth over your swollen bud, drawing more of your arousal.
Pressing his lips to yours, he kisses you hard enough to make your head spin, and then lowers himself. You can feel his thick girth rubbing against your folds, slipping between your nether lips as he rocks his hips, your arousal coating him.
You try to rock against him to feel more, yet he pulls back, aiming his cock at your center. Keeping his eyes on yours, he grinds his hips forward, and you feel the tip of his cock slipping through your entrance. The way he is spreading your walls makes you gasp, your muscles immediately contracting around him, welcoming him. Yet they feel tight around him, causing him to stop.
Bambam bites your bottom lip, sucking gently. It takes your mind away from the stretch in your heat for a moment, allowing your body to loosen up. You groan against his lips when you feel like you are ready to continue, then lift your hips, letting him know that you want more.
He pushes his hips forward as a response, yet he is still holding back. Stretching you enough to make you tremble, but not deep enough to fill the depth of your heat. He presses his lips on your neck while continuing to torment you with his gentle rocking, taking his time while you feel extremely needy for him.
“Bam…please,” you whine as he trails kisses along the side of your neck, across your collarbone, your jawline, while the heat in your body is making you struggle to breathe. “Please, baby.”
“What do you need?” He teases, grinning against your skin. “Tell me what you need.”
“I told you…I need you. Please, fuck me.”
Chuckling softly, Bambam pulls away. “Come on, tell me exactly what you need. Don’t be shy.”
You let out a groan, frustrated, but at the same time, too desperate to complain. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you open your eyes and look at him directly in the eyes as you answer, “I want you deep inside me. I want you to fuck me so hard I won’t remember a damn thing except your name.”
Bambam grins widely, pleased to hear what you just said. “Well, who am I to deny such a request when you want it so badly?”
Your head falls back. “I hate you.”
“Oh, no, you don’t,” he says, sitting back and holding his length in his hand, stroking himself as he aligns the tip of his cock back to your center. “You won’t be saying that when I’m done with you. I promise.”
He brushes his cock along your slit, gathering more of your slickness to coat his skin, before he pushes his way inside your heat. This time, he doesn’t stop midway, but continues adding more and more inches as he rocks his hips back and forth, slowly, letting you feel the stretch of his girth.
Your head falls back as you moan, taking it all in as he keeps pushing his way in. Your body arches, pushing your bare breasts upward. His body bows low as he captures your nipple between his mouth, unable to help himself. The pleasure heightens, making you go almost crazy with delirium that you keep screaming out his name.
And he takes it a bit further as he lifts one of your legs and throws it over his shoulder. Your body tenses for a moment, and he waits until you are ready to throw the other on his other shoulder, taking away your balance. He bends you almost in half as he presses your legs down with his chest, and he begins driving deep inside you with steady thrusts.
“Yes…!” You scream as he pounds inside you, while you take a fistful of the cushion beneath your body to hold on, but as he picks up speed, your arms fly up around him, your fingers digging into his skin as you ride the waves of pleasure.
You feel him go deeper with each thrust, bottoming up with each push. Stronger. Faster. Your body jolting against the pillows on your head with the force of his rocking. The impact of his thrusts knocks the air out of your chest, vibrating through your whole body.
“Fuck…so fucking tight!” He curses, nearly bending you in half as he keeps pressing his weight on you. He gives a few more thrusts before he slowly lowers your trembling legs, letting them rest over his elbows. And as his pounding continues, he bends down, capturing your nipple with his mouth, and bites.
“Oh…Oh, God!”
Your scream echoes against the walls as your entire body lights up like fireworks. Not enough to set your orgasm off, but enough to make you feel like something is building inside. You know he can feel it when the tight coil in your core snaps, and he keeps hitting the right spot as he keeps thrusting his cock, in and out.
Slowly, he, too, begins to get lost in the pleasure. He drops your legs, and his body bends backwards without missing a pace, his hips continue rocking against you, his thrusts still deep and rapid. With your feet planted into the sofa, you return every thrust, every rocking, ready to chase your climax. Your nails sink into the skin of his back, clawing him as you are driven closer and closer to the edge.
His hand slides down between your bodies, finding the center of your heat. He presses hard against your clit, and your orgasm hits violently through you, engulfing you like a tidal wave. Your body arches and trembles as you gasp for breath.
“Fuck, yes…yes…yes!” You moan as your orgasm continues rocking through your body.
He doesn’t stop there, still using his thumb to circle your clit, still rocking his hips to thrust deep inside you, drawing every last bit of pleasure from you.
And you welcome it.
You ride it, moving along with the waves of pleasure, your body rocking upward, meeting his at every thrust he gives you in an uneven pace. Your pussy pulses, your muscles tightening and clamping around his length, and it doesn’t take long before he falls apart with you. With one last thrust, he drives all the way in, holding himself there for a moment until he finally comes to his release with a deep groan coming out of his lips.
“Fuck,” Bambam whispers, his head falling back, his eyes fluttering close as he embraces the shudders of his climax surging through his body.
Your eyes begin drifting closed as you slowly come down from your high, while Bambam exhales a deep sigh. He lets out a moan and drops his entire weight on top of you, pressing his hot skin on yours. Warm breeze brushes against your damp skin when he sighs, a moment before his lips land on the side of your neck.
At the touch of his lips, your body shudders, the ripples of your orgasm coming to wake for a brief moment before they slowly begin to dwindle. You reach up, wrapping your arms around his neck, keeping him pressed against your chest. You can feel the gentle shudders still running through his body, falling in the same rhythm as yours. You can feel his heartbeat racing in his chest, beating against yours. Then, with a gentle groan, Bambam drops himself to your side, though neither of you feels any desire to let go.
So you lie down like this together for a moment, side by side, bodies still entangled, your breaths slowly falling in sync with each other as the waves of both your orgasms slowly wane.
“Fuck, baby. That was…” He whispers, his voice drifting away to a moan as he kisses your skin one last time, so you finish it for him—
“Amazing?”
He lets out a deep chuckle and falls back against the cushion. You feel another shudder when his cock falls out of you, his cum dripping out in his exit, making your skin grow warm. Your walls pulse against the ghost of his presence, so you press your legs together to try to soothe the feeling away.
A beat of silence falls between you, and once he’s caught his breath, Bambam pushes himself up onto his elbows so he can look at your face. The silly grin that you love so much lifts across his face when he says, “Nah. That was the most awesome experience I’ve ever had.”
You let out a tired laugh as your eyes drift back to close. “I think I understand why you’d fall asleep on this thing.”
He chuckles. “Why is that?”
“It feels comfortable. I really don’t want to move.”
“Neither do I,” he says, falling back into the cushions. You feel a shift, then a soft lap blanket falls on top of your body. You open your eyes briefly to see him tucking you under it before he joins you and relaxes by your side. “Let’s not go anywhere until either of us is sure we can stand on our feet. I know I’m not even going to try.”
With a soft chuckle, you let your eyes flutter close. “Got it.”
"So…what's next?"
At some point, Bambam finally managed to move the two of you into the bedroom.
He wasn’t sure about it at first, when his knees were still weak at the time he rose from the sofa bed, his body all sweaty and his groin slick with drying cum. Yet as he looked at you, looking satiated and thoroughly fucked, with your body still warm, your skin slick with sweat, and your hair a tangled mess over the cushions, he couldn’t stop himself from lifting you in his arms and carrying you all the way to his bedroom.
And he did all that without stumbling.
A huge win, he wonders proudly while smiling to himself.
He may have had to flex his arm muscles a little to carry your weight, but it was worth all the effort when he made you laugh after you saw him breaking into a sweat from it. He has no idea what you saw then, but the moment he laid you down on his bed, there was nothing that could stop you both from having another round of wild, heated, and mind-blowing sex that made him feel like he was on top of the world.
That was nearly an hour ago.
Now, his body is sated, you are far more relaxed, and the exhaustion has officially sunk in. Bambam was just starting to fall into a comfortable trance when you spoke.
“Bam? Are you asleep?”
“Hmmm?” He cracks his eyes open, smiling as he sees you leaning back against the mountain of pillows you’ve set up for yourself, the blanket barely covering your naked skin as the top has fallen down your waist, exposing your bare breasts.
The sight he sees is tempting, giving him the urge to reach out and touch you again. But it’s the sight of you carelessly munching on potato chips, while surrounded by other bags of snacks you brought in just a moment ago from the kitchen, that makes his chest flutter, and it draws a grin to his face.
This is it, he wonders. This is life.
He wants nothing more than to have this moment of peacefulness—a moment where you can feel the most comfortable with him like this, far from the stress that often puts a frown on your face—to last for as long as possible. And he knows that he can make it possible if he wants to.
And damn, he really wants to make sure it happens.
Bambam closes his eyes while chuckling to himself. It’s amazing how drastically his life has changed, without him realizing it. Everything is happening so fast, so soon, it should be making him anxious. But all it does is make him feel even more convinced that he wants this.
More than he should have.
The past week he shared with you has been quite eye-opening. Not only has he been sharing the same living space with you, but he’s also been sharing pieces of himself that many have yet to get the chance to know. Not even his closest friends or family members. And he knows that there are still many layers of yourself that he cannot wait to unravel, the moment you give him the permission to.
Now he’s sharing his bed with you, while traces of his kiss, his touch, and his wanton need are written on your skin.
And things between you feel….right.
He can only hope that you’re feeling the same way. But he isn’t going to push it or force it out of you to admit it. Not yet. Not until you are ready to open your heart again.
“I’m awake, babe,” Bambam sighs, relaxing further into the pillows as he gently pushes these thoughts out of his head. “What were you saying?”
“I was wondering about what comes next. What do you think?”
"Hmm..I'm not sure. All I know is that I'm hungry. Maybe we can order something…get some light snack,” he pauses and throws a glance at you just as you shove your hand into the bag of chips on your lap to grab some to munch away, “Or order a late dinner, and watch Netflix. I'm thinking pizza, or maybe some fried chicken and beer."
You laugh. "You don't normally make plans that much, do you?"
Bambam pushes himself up and sits beside you with his back against the bedrest. "Not really. Unless it has anything to do with my job. I tend to go with the flow and follow where life takes me." His smile grows when he thinks about what he just said, because that is exactly the reason why he has gotten to this point. The reason why he met you, and how you walked into his life.
Life has brought the two of you here.
He turns to you to ask, "How about you? Do you have to make plans all the time?"
Licking the salt from your fingers, you take your time to figure out how to answer before admitting slowly, “Ever since I was a child, my parents planned every single thing in my life, from school to college, and then it continued when I was about to start working after graduation, so I feel like it was deeply ingrained in my head that I’d need a proper plan to be able to figure out where I was going, and what was I suppose to do next.”
Bambam smiles gently. He remembers all the stories you shared with him during the long nights the two of you sit together in the silence—about how your parents have always controlled every aspect of your life since you were a child. Coming to this town fresh out of college and agreeing to marry Bodhi, a local man who was not associated with your family, was a way to show yourself and your parents that you were going to take control of your own life as an adult.
"Funny thing is, planning my wedding day was supposed to be the first step I took to get out of that cycle,” was what you told him that night. “I wanted to show my family that I could stand on my own two feet. And we all know how that ended."
Bambam knows perfectly well what you meant, but he also knows that none of the misfortune you’ve had ever since was your fault.
“But after everything that happened, I’m not sure if I can deal with making plans about my life, my future, and dealing with the consequences when things fall apart,” you continue, and it pains him to hear the uncertainty in your voice.
“Isn’t that just what life is all about?” He asks, smiling. "When you try to walk down one path and fall midway, you can always find your way to stand back up. If you've tried something and it didn't work out, you can always try something new."
"Yeah? Like what?"
Bambam shrugs. “Like going wherever the tide takes you. Let life itself show you the way,” he says, looking straight into your eyes as he continues to encourage you, knowing that this is all still new to you. "You don't have to plan everything and know every detail of what you're going to do or where to go. Just follow your heart, or wherever life takes you. Just remember not to get lost in the current and be ready to hold on when you need to."
You don’t answer him at first, and your silence makes him worried if you feel like he’s trying to pry into your business a bit too much. Just when he thinks that you might be offended by his words, your gaze softens.
"For how long?"
Bambam takes your hand and kisses the back of it. "Until you figure out what your ‘next’ is going to be."
Listening to his words, you give him a small smile. "How about you? What's your next?"
"I already told you. Order in. Late dinner. Netflix," he says as he falls back against the pillow and laughs when you roll your eyes at him. "Once those are done, I can start hoping that I can get lucky enough tonight to have us go another round before we fall asleep."
Your smile widens. "I can’t say I don’t like the sound of that."
“Good. Then that makes two of us.”
Bambam leans in, stealing a kiss from you, while his hand reaches into your bag of chips to steal a couple of them to pop into his mouth. He laughs when you swat his hand away and rests back against the pillows.
“If we’re talking about actual plans,” he says, once he’s done munching on the chips. “I’m planning to extend my leave from the office. I might have to deal with the rent and make sure I can keep this place for as long as I’m in town.”
Bambam steals a glance your way right that moment, gauging your reaction. For a moment, unease washes over him the moment he realizes that this—whatever is going on between you—might have a certain deadline set in stone. He has a life going on somewhere else, while your life—despite the changes in your possible future—is here, in this town.
Will he be able to walk away from you easily after this?
Will you move on with your life the moment he steps away to return to his?
He mentally scolds himself for thinking too deeply about this, while realizing that you were right—he really does need a plan.
Shaking his head, he tries not to think about it too much and continues, “I do have plans to hang out with my close friends this weekend. One of my best friends is said to return to town, and another friend called me earlier today asking to catch up. We’ll probably go out and grab some drinks while we’re all here.”
"Yeah, that sounds like a good plan," you say after a while. Then, before he gets any chance to doubt himself, he boldly asks you,
"Wanna join me?"
You raise your eyebrows. “You want me to come hang out with your friends?”
Bambam doesn’t answer right away. In his head, he’s thinking about getting you to join him to do something else. For example, leaving town and moving away with him.
Too soon.
Once again, Bambam reminds himself that he’ll have to take his time. There are wounds in your heart that still need fixing before he can even suggest the idea of you moving away with him.
Let’s take it a step at a time.
“Yeah, why not? It might be fun,” he says, shrugging, though he feels like this is already taking one step closer to finding out if there is truly something there between you that he could use as a reason to dare to hope.
And he will get to see what it looks like to have you be a part of his world—starting from the most important part of it.
He thinks about Jaebum’s phone call and the brief conversation they had before he drove to Bodhi’s place. In the past, he always shared his problems with Jaebum, who would later give him great advices he could follow.
Maybe Jaebum can help him figure out his feelings and what he should do about them.
“My best friend, Jaebum, heard our story and will probably flip if you come with me. But I know he has some stories to share too, so maybe we can offer him a good trade,” he chuckles, thinking about what kind of shenanigans Jaebum and the rest of his friends might be up to now.
With a hum, you take a moment and act like you’re thinking deeply about it before answering, "Yeah, I’m down with it. Though I need to warn you that I get really anxious sometimes with new people and getting to new places.”
Bambam makes no comment about it. After hearing your stories and getting to know you better, this much is expected. But he knows that he has nothing to worry about when your smile grows wider as you shrug, saying, “But what the heck. Go with the flow, right?"
Pride blooms in his chest. One step at a time. “Yeah. Exactly. Let’s go with the flow,” he says, smiling, when suddenly the need to get closer to you overcomes him.
As if on instinct, his hand moves to tug the bag of chips you’re holding and put it aside. You make no move to resist as he pulls the blanket off your skin and crawls over you. Instead, you welcome him with your legs spread for him to settle in between, and your arms move around his neck—as if it’s the most natural thing for you to do.
Just the way he likes it.
And this is exactly the reason why he’s been feeling like he’s been losing his mind over this.
Things with you have felt easy. And he likes things easy. Especially when it feels like the two of you fit together like a completed puzzle. Just like now.
But figuring things out can wait. He just wants to have this moment with you right now. And he’s eager to let you feel it too.
“Really? Before pizza?” You laugh when he kisses your lips, your neck, while his hand move to spread your legs wider so he can get comfortable. The sound of your laughter quickly dies down when he lowers himself against your center, his semi-hard cock pressing against your heat, and he presses his lips on yours, mumbling,
“Nah. Fuck pizza.”
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