#bambam imagines

[knoxvillesjackass]

birthday - j.k

𝑗𝑜ℎ𝑛𝑛𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟'𝑠 𝑏𝑖𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑑𝑎𝑦

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At first, I'd believed he was pranking me.

I'd thought, or at least hoped, that he was going to surprise me with a party, but he never did. He never even wished me a happy birthday.

Had he really forgotten my birthday?

We'd been together for almost 4 years, and now, he was forgetting my birthday?

I tossed and turned in the bed. It felt empty without him.

He was out, probably having a drink with his crew members after a long day of shooting, and I was all alone.

I looked at my watch. 00:00.

My birthday had officially passed, and Johnny wasn’t even with me.

I was boiling with sadness and anger and maybe even with a little bit of disappointment.

The bedroom door busted open. It was Johnny. He was alone.

“Hey babe,” he smiled. I looked up at him, my eyes narrowed in anger.

“I thought you were coming to watch the shoot today?” Johnny said and leaned down to meet my lips, but I turned around to face the wall just before he could kiss me.

“What’s wrong?” Johnny asked sounding concerned. I rolled my eyes and scoffed.

He really didn’t know, did he?

“Babe, what’s wrong?”

I felt him sit down on the bed and put a hand on my hip, but I flicked his hand away.

“What the fuck did I do wrong?” Johnny asked, desperate for an answer as to why I was so angry with him.

“Just-urgh, fuck you, Phillip,” I hissed through gritted teeth.

A tear rolled down my cheek and hit my pillow, but I quickly wiped it away with my hand.

“Y/N, what the fuck?” Johnny asked angrily and stood up, confused by my insult.

“It was my fucking birthday!”

I sat up and looked at Johnny.

“It was my birthday, PJ. Yesterday was my birthday, and you forgot,” I spat angrily and shook my head in annoyance.

“Oh, fuck,” Johny palmed his forehead and closed his eyes.

“Oh, fuck is right,” I said and wiped my eyes.

“Baby, I am so s-“

“Whatever,” I cut Johnny off and laid down again, my back facing him.

“Baby, please.”

His voice cracked and I could hear him breathing heavily. He rested his hand on my shoulder.

“I’m such an idiot,” he sighed and sat back down on the bed.

“A big idiot,” I mumbled and fidgeted with my fingers.

“The biggest of them all,” Johnny chuckled.

“It’s not funny,” I rolled my eyes.

Johnny reached over with both hands and managed to turn me around so that I was facing him.

“I really am sorry, baby. There’s no excuse other than the fact that I’m stressed out right now, but even that isn’t good enough, I know.”

Johnny laid down beside me, his face inches away from mine.

“I forgive you,” I mumbled and ran my fingers through his hair.

“I love you more than life itself. I don’t know if I even deserve you.”

I frowned, my chest tightening at his words. I scooted closer to him, cuddling into his chest. “That’s not true. I love you, Johnny.”

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BB.one

Prompt: “I almost lost you.”

BamBam asked you to help take down the Christmas lights on his mom’s house, promising a burger, fries, and a milkshake for your troubles. Who says no to free food?

Things were going well until you got to the lights. Though you were wary about getting on the roof with him at first, you’d quickly swallowed your fear for your bestie. But then you lost your footing and slipped. Unable to catch yourself, you toppled over and fell two stories.

Darkness. Faint sirens.

You woke up in the emergency room with him at your side, red nose and puffy eyes. His fingers were a blur of motion over his phone. A sniffle.

“Bammie?”

He nearly dropped his phone to get to you. The gentle way his hands take one of yours was so unlike him, but not unwelcome. Soft BamBam is your favorite BamBam.

“Hey, beautiful.” He forced himself to smile. “I almost lost you.”

You frown, feeling the stiffness in your neck and legs. “What?”

He brings your knuckles to his lips. “Do you remember falling?”

“Barely.”

“You, um, you’ve been out for nearly ten hours. You may not feel anything because of the morphine, but you also broke your leg.” He smiled weakly. “And to say I’m so fucking sorry about this, how about free burgers and shakes for life?”

[kpopjust4u]

Let me kiss you

Post Date: 3rd March 2023 Content: Fluff - GOT7 Bambam x Reader WC: 0.6K TW?: Nothing but absolute fluff/ Play fighting/ Play wrestling/ Bam’s persistent on getting a kiss from you.  Request?: Yes

Masterlist                                    Prompt list

"Oh, Y/N!" Bambam calls from across the flat in a singing voice, completely in a different room but his voice is loud enough to shake the building.

Headbutting your pillow, you shuffle to your feet unwillingly, walking out of the bedroom to be greeted by your boyfriend making his way towards you, a bowl of something in his hands as he grins at you, holding it out for you to take a piece of suspicious fruit in the bowl.

Looking at him with a look of concern, you back up a little, the slight scent of the fruit potent in your nostrils, "Is that durian?" You ask, nose scrunched and unimpressed, refusing to get any closer to him despite his efforts to get closer to you.

"Yes!" He excitedly exclaims, hugging the bowl and scooping another piece of fruit into his mouth, exaggerating his chewing which makes you irk and squirm on the spot.

"You're disgusting!" You claim, covering your nose to prevent being able to smell it, ready to throw up if he gets any closer, which he does, heavily breathing in your direction to get a reaction from you.

Running back into the room, you squeal trying to escape his presence, his breath stinking and intoxicating the air you're breathing in when he gets extremely close, lips puckered as he tries to kiss you, but you fight him off.

Placing the bowl on the bedside table, he jumps on top of you, hands wrapping around you.

"But durian is so good." He giggles, now trying to playfully lick you as you try to push him away, hands pressed against his shoulders as he towers over you.

"No! It's gross!" You argue, giggling as you try to use your foot to keep his leg away from yours, losing the strength battle as he tries to put his full dead weight on you, watching you get frustrated by your own strength of being unable to hold him up completely.

"Gimme kiss!" Bambam screeches.

"No! You stink!" You fight back, becoming a laughing mess underneath him when his fingers manage to get under your shirt, tickling you as you toss and turn to try and get out of his grasp, screaming at him to get off you.

Though he's persistent on getting a kiss. He isn't going to stop until he gets one, laughing at you as you try to escape the tickling, kicking and wailing your feet and hands around just to break free.

"I'll let you go if you give me a kiss." He bargains, but you refuse to even let his lips near you, agreeing just so he moves his hands, managing to get up off the bed before he grabs you, to hug you from behind, hands clasped together on your stomach.

"Give. Me. A Kiss!" He continues, making you weak in the knees as you tumble to the floor, bringing him down with you as you playfully wrestle, clawing at his clasped hands for him to let go.

"Go. Brush. Your. Teeth." You quip back, managing to run out of the room the second he loses his grip from around you. Sitting on the floor pouting like a child.

"Fine...." He sighs softly, getting to his feet and sluggishly moving towards you, out of the door before pulling you back in by the waist and managing to sneak a little kiss, "See it's not that bad."

Pulling a face at him, you wipe your lips and fake being sick, smirking as a pout returns on his once-smiling lips.

"Okay, maybe it wasn't the worst thing".

Tags: @scuzmunkie, @ateezreactionsandscenarios, @trashlord-007, @fanfictrashlord-007

[kpopimaginings]

“Stop interrupting me!” - BamBam

A/N: Have an excitable birthday BamBam! It is suggestive, but not actually smutty.

It was BamBam’s birthday birthday and you had taken it upon yourself to organise a surprise for him. He’d spent the night before with you so you were lazing in bed togther first thing on May 2nd.

“You know,” you told him as you lay together, playing with his fingers, “I have planned something special for you today.”

“Oh yeah?” he asked, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

“Not that,” you said before backtracking. “I mean, as well as that. I’m not denying you sex on your birthday.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. But as I was saying, I have arranged something-”

“Like a date?” he cut you off.

“No, it’s more like part of your present from me,” you tried to continue.

“Something you bought me?”

“No-”

“Ooh, like an experience day?”

“BamBam,” you snapped. “Stop interrupting me.”

“Hey, you can’t shout at me on my birthday,” he complained.

“Well, you keep butting in before I can tell you, so I can only assume you don’t want to know,” you teased. “I’ll just have to enjoy it myself.”

“No, I’m sorry,” he apologised. “Please tell me, I’ll be quiet.”

“Ok, thank you. So, I’ve made some calls, and managed to arrange for GOT7 to all be here in the same country at the same time. They are coming here at 1 to celebrate with you.”

“No way!” BamBam exclaimed. “Including Jackson and Mark?”

“Yup, all 6 of them are coming,” you confirmed, delighted at the reaction you got.

“Ah man, it’s been too long. Babe, this was such a sweet thing to do,” he said, looking genuinely touched. “How? Actually, how doesn’t matter. Just thank you for doing it.”

“No problem, I thought you might like to see them again.”

“Oh, you said they won’t be here til 1 right?”

“Yeah?” you replied with a question, trying to work out his train of thought.

“Well, I do believe you promised me sex, and there is plenty of time before they get here...” he trailed off.

You couldn’t help but smile.

“Hmm, I think there might be time,” you agreed. “Happy birthday, babe,” you added before pressing your lips to his.

NAVIGATION  |  GOT7 MASTERLIST

[justwinwin]

Gentle is key | Bambam

Pairing: Bambam x Reader

Genre: Little bit of angst and fluff

Description: As above ^^^^

Word Count: 938

You knocked on the door of yours and Bambam’s shared bedroom, you could hear a shuffle then light footsteps heading towards the direction of the door. 

Slowly, Bambam reveals himself dressed in his green striped pajamas and hair dishevelled in a cute way. You couldn’t help but crack a small smile at the sight of him, but you could sense something was off. 

Bambam’s eye lids were loose and the corners of his lips pulled down. The fact that he’d also come straight from practice without much of a greeting to you; Bambam was not in the highest spirits. 

“Do you wan to talk?” you asked, if you knew one thing about Bambam, it was that asking are you okay was one of the worst options to go with. Bambam was an open type of person, but if he wasn’t ready to speak, he would let you know. 

It took a second before he pulled the door to allow room for you to fit, you send him a small smile and head towards your bed, feeling the warmth of his side of the bed, and where he had just been laying. 

Bambam sits beside you as you both lean your backs towards the headboard. You observed the photo across the wall, opposite from the bed. It was your first year anniversary. Taken at the leaning tower of Pisa, where Bambam had taken you both on a little trip around Italy to celebrate. With your arms around each and a goofy smile, you knew you chose the right person. Bambam was the love of your life. Bringing joy wherever he went, you would do anything for him. 

Seeing him so down and low spirited was unusual, but you wished nothing but for him to always be happy. Because that’s how you felt whenever you were with him; happy.

You place your hand over his and give a slight squeeze, in an effort to remind him that you were there for him. In return, Bambam laid his head on your shoulder. His touch sent a warm rush all throughout your body. You loved this boy with all of your heart, and hoped that you could find a way to make him smile again the way he does when you’re upset. 

“I’m just going to rant,” Bambam begun, you nod your head, allowing him the space to collect himself and gather his thoughts. 

“Lately, I’ve been comparing myself a lot to the other guys. And I know you always tell me not to, and that were all different, bringing our own uniqueness to the table. But sometimes I can’t help it. The other boys just all seem like better dancers, singers, and rappers than me. I get this feeling that no matter how much work I put in, how ever many jokes I make, or even working out. I just will never be as good as them, or funny as them, or physically fit as them.”

Bambam’s voice cracked and you knew then that he was gonna struggle to speak more of the issue. You squeeze his hand once more. 

“Bambam, listen to me, okay?” you turn his face to look into your eyes, sensing that the only way for him to see how serious you were was to see your eyes. Hoping that he could see himself the way you saw him. “The way you’re feeling is completely normal. And as easy it is to say that you shouldn’t be comparing yourself to others, you shouldn’t.”

“Be gentle with yourself, Bambam, you deserve it. I look at you every single day and I wish you could see yourself in my eyes. You work so hard, sometimes too hard, but let me assure you that it shows. You own that stage every time you’re on it.”

“It’s hard to believe that sometimes,” Bambam responded, readjusting his head back on your shoulder. 

“It’s not easy, trust me. It takes a lot of time, a lot of self-evaluating. But the best thing to do is be more gentle to yourself. Treat yourself the way you would treat the person you love the most,” you give him a kiss on top of his head. 

“I just hate feeling this way, because the boys are amazing and they’re some of the best people I’ve ever met, but I’m constantly comparing myself to them,” he sighed, and you could tell he was getting tired. 

“Bambam, it’s the industry you’re in. While you’ve had so many great experiences, unfortunately you’ve been exposed to a lot of comparisons to just get to where you are now. It’s not your fault, Bambam. But comparing yourself is not doing you any good, it’s time to start shifting your focus on things that you know you’re good at. The others are great at what they do, and you’re also amazing at what you do.”

Bambam nodded his head, he loved listening to you talk, he could do it for hours. You always knew the right words to make him feel better and that’s what he loved so much about you. Being in the Kpop industry was hard, with all the scrutinising and judgement from the company, Bambam loved that he could come home to you. Where he felt safe and comfortable. Where he knew he could be himself and you would undeniably still be in love with him. 

“I don’t know how you do it, y/n,” Bambam chuckled, and your heart lifted, a smile playing at your lips knowing that you brought that out of him, “you make me so happy.” he said before you both laid down and fell asleep. 

[chowyunnafat]

Sour and Sweet challenge 🍋

I.M and BamBam

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[k-rising]

Bambam's ideal type

What he looks in a relationship

security

stability

having fun 24/7

being sociable with his s/o

he wants a relationship that would bring him confidence in some way

spoiling each other

Personality

sociable

open-minded

passionate

confident

bold

practical

chill

carefree

ambitious

Appearance

thin, wide nose

earthy/down-to-earth vibe

nice voice

stylish

someone who knows how to take care of themselves

sensual, glowing aura

subtle beauty

Date ideas

bambam wants to have dates that will allow him and his partner to experience the finer things in life, such as

going wine tasting, visiting a spa, dining at an upscale restaurant or going shopping

he also likes having some intimate moments on private where the two can talk and slowly open up to each other

doing something interesting indoors on a rainy day, going to a quiet cafe or, as I said, simply spending quality time with one another could be great

communication in his dates are key, btw

bambam also likes going to places that aren’t as known

[oraclekleo]

Kunpimook Bhuwakul Bambam (GOT7 / Solo) Kinky* Reading

Hello and welcome!

I’m Kleo and I’m here to present some k-pop related tarot readings to you.

Disclaimer:

I would like to state that all these readings have a purely entertainment nature and their purpose is to bring some fun into my and hopefully yours lives. I have never ever met any of the idols / actors / celebrities in my readings, I don’t know them personally. Tarot reading isn’t an exact science and I can never guarantee any of it. Most of it is my intuition mixed with fantasy. Don’t take these readings seriously and don’t base any important decisions on tarot readings only, use your common sense.

If you wish to request a tarot reading, please read the pinned post on my profile first to see the instructions on how to request. I only do readings for idols / actors / celebrities of 18 years of age or older. Requests for readings including younger people will be automatically dismissed. If you feel uncomfortable with these tarot readings, do not engage in reading my posts. Thank you for understanding.

Reading Info:

Rating: 18+

Reading Type: Single - Couple

Requested: Yes - No

Deck: E. A. Poe

Spread: Kinky*

Questions:

Position

Libido

Turn On

Kink

Dirtiest Secret*

Full Name: Kunpimook Bhuwakul Bambam

Stage Name: BamBam

Group: GOT7 / Solo

Masterpost: Got7

Kunpimook Bhuwakul Bambam

BamBam (GOT7 / Solo)

Deck: E. A. Poe

Spread: Kinky*

Position - VIII Strength

BamBam is likely to take a dominant role in a relationship but he’s a kind hearted and sensitive kind of a dom. He’s open to discussions and always listens to his partner’s opinions and seeks for compromise. He’s a bit motherly in a relationship, BamBam is likely to show understanding and have patience when his lover gets stubborn or difficult. He’s not really the kind to come up with punishments, it simply isn’t his style.

Libido - 3 of Cups

BamBam is such a sensitive, cheerful and fun lover. He’s taking the passion lightly, it’s such a core part of him that he’s very natural about it. BamBam will bring fun and excitement into the bedroom and all the other rooms for sure. Play chasing or wrestling are likely to be his favourite foreplays. When in public, he’s likely to get turned on while dancing with his lover.

Turn On - Ace of Swords

BamBam is likely to feel attracted to someone intelligent, curious and quick thinking. He’s likely to fall for a person who can discuss any topic and is constantly hungry for more knowledge. They have a matching sense of humour and sharp tongue to tease BamBam.

Kink - 2 of Wands

Costumes and role playing is likely to be BamBam’s favourite kink. It combines playfulness with humour through scripted sexy-comedic scenes. He’s likely to have as much fun coming up with the scenarios to play as he has actually playing them with his lover.

Dirtiest Secret* - XI Justice

The corruption kink is likely BamBam’s darkest secret. He might want his lover to talk dirty or to participate on semi-public sex. He’s not super serious about it, though. He takes it lightly as everything. When it comes to a vacation, BamBam might suggest going to nudist beach. I’m afraid that BamBam isn’t exactly dirty, he’s more like sexy and cheerful.

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[yer-cute-when-you-scream]

Prince BamBam~ Royal!AU

WARNINGS: Fluff, Some Violence

A/N: heyo i’m back bitches also this is trash im so sorry i may redo this

Prince BamBam is very dashing, elegant, and confident.  

He knew how good looking he was, but he never let it go to his head.  

He takes very good care of himself, always wanting to look his best.

He was very skilled in hand to hand combat, as the King wanted him to learn for “just in case” purposes.

BamBam never thought he would have to use it one day

He seemed to take after the King in more ways than one.  

The King was handsome, his looks and charismatic personality could captivate you; and he knew this.  

The Queen was a marvelous woman, she was fierce, strong, and also very kind; which was unexpected to some.

BamBam was their pride and joy, they wanted the best for him...which is why they invited the royal family of a Princess they thought would be the best for him.  

BamBam was shocked and upset when he found out about this, he didn't even like her, let alone want to marry and rule a kingdom with her.  

He didn't have a love like that for anyone...well, he thought that he didn't.  

You continued to stitch up your dress for your performance at the opera house later that night as your best friend, BamBam, paced back and forth, letting out a frustrated sigh as he ran his hand through his hair, “How could they do this to me? I thought I made it clear to them that I don't want to be with her!”  

BamBam is supposed to be attending the Opera with his parents, the neighboring Princess, and the neighboring King and Queen.  

After he was informed about it, he immediately fled to your home in the Kingdom, needing to vent to someone he could trust.  

“How awful could she be?” you asked, curious about why he seemingly loathed this Princess.

BamBam started telling you about how stuck up and rude she is, how he couldn't stand being near her because she would link her arms with his, she already had it in her mind that BamBam was her future spouse.

You couldn't help but feel slightly jealous. You’ve always tried to suppress your feelings for your friend, I mean he is a prince; but they always come back in moments such as this one. “I just wish they would understand that I do not wish for this, I would rather rule alone.” BamBam sighed, his head falling down.  

You stop what you’re doing and walk over to him, “It’ll all work out Bam, I know it will, I feel it. Just try to enjoy yourself  tonight, okay? I’ll see after the show, behind the building.” He nods and sighs once more, “I should go back, I need to prepare myself for tonight anyway.” You both say your goodbyes and continue with your dress.  

Hours later, as the night fell upon the sky, you paced backstage in the opera house, nervous about your song you were performing, nervous about BamBam hearing you for the first time.  

Alas, your performance stunned everyone in the theatre, especially BamBam. You had found him in the crowd, locking eyes with him as you belted out the love song for the scene in play.

Neither noticed the Queen looking between you two and gesturing for the King to look, they realized that their son was already in love with someone, it was just a matter of getting you two together. But soon that would play out on it’s own

After the show, you had walked outside, behind the opera house where you were supposed to see BamBam. All of a sudden, a man had you pushed up against the wall, a man who wasn’t BamBam.  

“Hello darling, I must say, you are absolutely to die for.” he breathed into your face.  

You tried to push him away, “Leave me alone,” but he was starting to get forceful.  

“I always get what I want, and I want you.”

Before another thing could happen, the man was ripped away from you and a fight had started, the other man apart of it being BamBam.

BamBam was beating this man almost to a pulp, before you knew it, the man was running away.

“Are you okay?” he asked, frantically. You just nodded.

“Bam...You saved me. Who knows what he could’ve done,” you almost whispered in a cracked voice, tears welling up in your eyes. BamBam immediately came up to you and hugged you, pulling back for a second to look at you, his hand caressing your face.  

“Of course...I-...I love you”

[knoxvillesjackass]

tied down - b.m

𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑏𝑎𝑚 𝑔𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑧𝑦, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑚𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑚 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛

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I rose from my bed as the knocks on my hotel door eventually woke me up from my deep slumber. I looked beside me on the bed. No Bam. Of course not.

The knocks on the door grew louder, and a desperate voice called my name from outside.

What the fuck?

I managed to get on my feet despite my eyes being entirely closed still. My balance was off and my movements were slow, but finally, I reached the door.

“What?” I asked grumpily as the knocking finally stopped, and I stood faced with a panicked Jeff Tremaine.

“It’s Bam! He won’t calm down, we’ve had to chain him to the toilet!”

“Why the fuck would you do that?” I asked confused, rubbing my temple.

“Aren’t you hearing me? He threw a fucking TV out of the window and he threw the bloody table into the pool!” Jeff, who'd seen a lot of bullshit, exclaimed panicked.

"They're threatening to throw us out of the hotel!"

“Jesus fucking Christ.” I moaned before getting a pair of shoes and exiting my hotel room to look for Bam.

When Jeff and I finally reached Ryan's room, I saw a crowd outside of the room. My breath hitched. What were they all looking at?

I entered the room, which looked as if a tornado had torn it apart. I was led to the bathroom, where I finally saw it. Bam, tied up to the toilet with a pair of handcuffs. He was slumped over, but very much awake.

“LET ME OUT OF HERE YOU FUCKERS!”

“ALL OF YOU ARE FIRED IF YOU DON’T LET ME OUT OF THESE FUCKING CUFFS RIGHT NOW!”

Bam was sitting on the floor, yelling and moaning. He hadn't discovered my presence.

“You seriously couldn’t handle this on your own?” I asked in disbelief, looking at the crowd of grown men around me. “He was crying for you,” Jeff shrugged “Besides, he’s already punched one crew member. Chipped off the guy's fucking tooth,” He added. I sighed at the information, embarrassed by my boyfriend's behaviour.

“Fucking Jackass,” Jeff grumbled at Bam before exiting the room along with all of the crew members, but before he left, he gave me the key to the handcuffs, trusting that I'd make the right decision.

“Bam?” I spoke softly, knowing that I had to approach the situation carefully. I inspected Bam. His hands were chained, making it unable for him to stand up. He lifted his head, and his eyes lit up as soon as he laid eyes on me.

“Y/N!” Bam exclaimed like a little child, attempting to reach out his hands, for a moment forgetting that they were cuffed to a toilet. He groaned at the restraints and looked up at me with pleading eyes.

“Y/N, baby, come over here and get me out of these cuffs, okay?” Bam said, motioning for me to move closer.

“Not until you calm down, Bam,” I spoke as I watched Bam's face immediately turn sour as he gave me a frustrated look.

“GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!” Bam roared scarily as he tried to yank his hands out of the handcuffs. He was a strong man, but the cuffs were no match for him.

I slowly walked towards him, standing in front of him. I bent down, holding his cherub face in my hands. He looked up at me with an open mouth, his blood-shot eyes staring into mine deeply.

“What am I going to do with, Brandon?” I asked, smirking as I bent down to kiss him, but pulled away just before my lips connected with his. Bam frowned at the loss of my touch as I pulled away from him. I sat down in front of him, looking into his eyes.

“Please, just get me out of these fucking cuffs,” Bam sighed tiredly. I hesitated, but reached over and unlocked the cuffs.

Bam rubbed his wrists, resting his head against the wall with closed eyes. I felt sorry for the man who secretly struggled. His emotions were always so covered with that beautiful, infectious smile, but I knew him better than Bam knew himself, and I wanted nothing more than to heal him.

I scooted over to Bam and sat between his legs, cuddling up against his chest. The bathroom tiles were cold and harsh against my bare legs, but Bam's warm grip seemed to warm me up from the inside out.

“I fucking love you,” Bam whispered into my ear, hugging me tighter.

“I fucking love you too.”

[spacequokka]

BB.two

Prompt: “I’ll get you back for that.”

If there was anyone you didn’t want to start a prank war with, it was BamBam. Sure, Yugyeom was a menace, but he knew when to stop. BamBam had no such weaknesses. He believed in conquering and winning battles.

Hence, the reason you were holed up in a broom closet, waiting for him to walk by. You’d gotten a bucket of slime and were determined to make him regret putting bugs in your desk. You’d taken on the desk job as a favor to Jaebeom but had no intention of letting BamBam get away with his prank.

You held your breath as you heard his voice. With one hand on the doorknob and the other on your mop bucket filled with hot pink ooze, you waited. Just when you saw a flash of his platinum blonde hair, you burst out the door. BamBam was on his phone and didn’t notice the door open behind him.

His screech as the cold, sticky slime doused him echoed throughout the building.

“_____! What the hell?!” He looked at the neon puddle around his feet, shoes no doubt ruined. “I just bought these!”

“You didn’t give a shit when you poured a bucket of spiders in my desk drawer!” You counted throwing the bucket down with a loud clack. “I told you on day one, don’t start shit you can’t finish. When you laughed your ass off while I tried to empty my desk, I told you I’ll get you back for that.”

His jaw snapped shut. Though rage burned in his eyes, he didn’t speak. Instead, he nodded with a strained smile and replied through tight lips, “You’re right.”

[princessthatcantfuckingsleep]

POV: you look threw the only girl in jackass Camera roll♡♡

[eviebyme]

*****i forgot to ask what for the GOT7 one. lol

https://at.tumblr.com/eviebyme/hi-i-wanted-to-ask-if-you-can-do-a-headcanon/9frby751u7c1

If you can please do the same for GOT7?

Hi! Yes, I can certainly do that 😉. Thanks for requesting!❤️

Got7 Kinks

Mark

He’s probably the most vanilla tbh

Being with a partner he finds sexy is usually enough for him

He prefers to stick with missionary or doggy

His kink would most probably be penetration, just the act of sex is enough and he doesn’t really like to step out of his comfort zone

He will silently judge you if you suggest anything too crazy by his standards

Jaebeom

I can see him having specific sensitive spots that will drive him crazy when they’re touched

Like he’s big into having his nipples played with or being pinched on his thighs or waist or something

To that point he probably has a specific body fetish. Foot fetish, breast, belly button. I can see him being hyperfixated (and turned on) by certain body parts

Likes having sex in public, but with no one around lol - like in a field or in a car. He finds it exciting but anything more and his anxiety takes over

Jackson

Ok guys, he’s a lowkey freak

Takes consent very VERY seriously because he knows he’ll mess you up lol

Hard dom- likes giving orders, inflicting pain, and teasing

Like leather and bondage

ALWAYS has a safe word, even if your intention is just making out

Jinyoung

Soft dom - he likes to give orders but is a huge softy and feels bad when he gets carried away

LOVES roleplaying - he’s always the dominant though. Like he really gets into it. He’s usually pretty reserved but once he’s into a role he completely changes into that character

Likes to blindfold and tie up his partner - but he only reaches this stage after being with someone for a while

Seems vanilla the first few times, but he is freaky trust me

Youngjae

Edging and being teased

Probably a switch or exclusively submissive

I can see him being turned on by certain articles of clothing - like knee high socks and a short skirt or lingerie. That will drive him wild. Even certain textures like silk or lace are incredibly sexy

Also, I can see getting turned on by cosplay of anime or video game characters - omg and maids!

Bambam

Soft dom #2

More of a Daddy/baby girl kind of dom

Loves to take care of you and loves to put you in your place

Giving massages (erotic massages ofc)

Probably the second most vanilla after Mark. He likes good old fashioned sex and literally just loves to be touched.

Yugyeom

Rough sex

Role play that results in rough sex (punishing, humiliating, etc)

I’m reluctant to say hard dom because he can come out of this role quickly - and he is not really a soft dom.

He will be very clear about consent and safe words too. His partner is always a priority, but sex is a way to release anger, so he usually wants to be totally clear

Loves anal but will never suggest it to his partner

Requests Open!

[lucuslavigne]

𖦹 O pai manja!

Bambam × Leitora.

๑: Bam sendo um papai ansioso pela chegada da filhinha, fluffy.

Espero que gostem.

— Kunpimook Bhuwakul! — falou assim que entrou no quarto da futura filhinha de vocês.

— Que susto mulher! — colocou a mão do lado esquerdo do peito. — Quer me matar?

— Eu quero que você pare de mudar os móveis da Phailin de lugar. — o disse.

— Mas desse jeito fica melhor! — respondeu como se fosse o óbvio.

— Você já me disse isso três vezes hoje. — suspirou.

— O pai manja! Relaxa amor.

— Bambam... — arqueou uma sobrancelha.

— É que eu 'tô ansioso com a chegada da nossa pequena. — confessou.

— Eu sei meu amor. — chegou perto do tailandês. — Mas isso só vai te deixar mais ansioso ainda.

— Tem razão. — se deu por vencido. — Vamos assistir algo então? — pegou sua mão.

— Vamos. — andou com o mesmo até a sala, onde colocaram um filme qualquer em que Adam Sandler atuava.

Passaram-se uns vinte minutos de filme, e Bambam parecia mais inquieto que antes.

— Bambam. — chamou a atenção do mais alto.

— Desculpa meu bem, mas eu 'tô muito ansioso. — deu risada.

— Coloca a mão aqui. — pegou as mãos do tailandês e as colocou em sua barriga, fazendo o maior sentir a movimentação da pequena Phailin.

— Ela mexeu! — falou feliz.

— Ela também está ansiosa pra' vir ao mundo, ela é muito agitada, que nem você. — riu.

— O papai ama você meu amor! — beijou sua barriga. — Espero que você seja linda como eu.

— Ah pronto. — riu. — Ela vai ser linda que nem a mamãe dela.

— Não duvido. — te beijou.

— Amo você Bam. — sorriu.

— Eu também amo você minha vida.

[chowyunnafat]

Le Grand Bleu (Part 3)

le grand bleu (part 3) 💙

alt. title: everyday is like friday

•••

If you asked Jannine how she got through the rest of the day; she was still figuring it out herself.

The first two classes were lecture (she’d sat in the very back, leaned back, and eyes closed), and the third class was a lab she’d already done because she’d taken the time to redesign her dress-form the afternoon before. Instead of sticking with its typical white, she opted to incorporate a bit of cotton and tie-dye (but not too much).

Taking a sip of water (she’d been alternating between water and honey tea), and laying down on her bed, her thoughts went back to BamBam. She could only sigh and turn to face the wall.

At least he’d given her a hangover remedy; she hadn’t known a remedy at all before she searched online.

She twisted loose strands of her hair around her finger, angry at its representation of naivety and ostracize-linage.

The blue still hadn’t washed out of her hair. But Jannine had learned how to wear it to the best of her ability.

Ever since the party, life on campus was a 5 at best. She wasn’t happy, but she wasn’t sad either. She just held onto the letters that lead her down this path.

“Kunpimook,” She muttered. “Where are you?”

Of course, there wasn’t a response for her then. Just the silence that seemed to inhabit the dorm room.

The grip on her purpose was slipping the further she concluded that this university life just wasn’t for her. As much as she’d like to think she was big and bad and unstoppable.

Perhaps, she wasn’t.

As any good Leo (her zodiac sign), she was a great actor.

Before she could Google the best ways to drop out of a college you just got accepted into, she received a notification on her phone.

PunPun: Some guys are asking about you.

Jannine: Srsly? Who?

PunPun: BamBam and these two other guys 🤷🏻‍♀️

Jannine: Definitely keep me uninformed then. I don’t want to hear anything regarding that jerk and his friends!

PunPun: Okay. Then I definitely won’t tell you how they bribed like half the “first floor” girls to come into your room in the middle of the night and cut your hair off.

Jannine: What?! 🤬

PunPun: You don’t have a roommate. So, it makes their job easier.

Jannine: Can I stay wit u?

PunPun: I don’t live on campus. I live with my parents. I just sometimes crash at my cousin’s dorm room.

Jannine: Who’s your cousin?

PunPun: Umm…May?

Jannine: Instead of lying. Just tell me to get a life. I’ll figure this out by myself. Bye. 😡

Sticking her cell phone in her pocket, she rushed to the door. But already she could hear voices out in the hallway asking for the “new girl in D59.”

Throwing on a hoody, Jannine took her book bag and threw in a couple more essentials. She then slung the bag over her shoulder and attempted to climb out of her window.

“Crap. That seems like a long way down,” She whispered. Before she could hesitate any longer, the footsteps grew louder. And she stepped her foot onto the small balcony. There was very little room, but so far she hadn’t slipped or fallen. Straddling the rails, she put her hand on top of the railing as she placed her foot further down on the next level closest to the ground.

“Where’d she go?” She could hear the small mob of girls ask. “I thought the room was D59.”

Perspiration dripped from her forehead as she gripped her book bag.

Jannine didn’t dare look down. If so, she wouldn’t have had the guts to do what she did—

“Shit!” She cursed. “Shit shitty shit!”

She knew her ankle’s lifespan was just reduced by 5 years. In the future, when she was sitting in a rocker sipping on prune juice; she would be complaining about an arthritic ankle.

But she limped like a champ.

“There she is!”

Jannine stopped and turned around. At the door and on the balconies stood apparent BamBam admirers.

“There she is!” They pointed at her, and gave her the stank eye.

Jannine ran like a champ as she heard the stampede of girls behind her. She ran so fast she couldn’t recover enough to grab her other Fila shoe.

Almost out of breath, with her ankle still throbbing, she dipped into the school’s lobby. Fearing they’d see her through the windows she ran into the nearby bathroom and locked it from behind. She rested her back against the door and closed her eyes; her breathing still heavy.

When she opened her eyes and regained her breath, she turned around and came face to face with Milli and her gang.

If Jannine had known this is where she would end up, she would’ve gladly let the stupid fan girls have her for lunch. Because this was beyond ridiculous.

“I think this makes a good venue for a fight,” Milli said with a smirk and arms crossed. “Doesn’t it?”

Jannine had been dragged to one of the offices. And now she was literally cornered.

Jannine rolled her eyes. “Why?”

Milli smirked. “Why what?”

“Why go through all this trouble?” Jannine asked. “To fight me?”

Milli and her followers laughed. Until Milli held up her hand and told them to “shut up!”.

“Simple,” She stated. “You are on my territory.”

Jannine laughed. Belly and all.

Apparently, Milli didn’t find it funny at all. She made a trill with her lips.

“Girls,” Milli said in a demanding tone. “Give me the scissors!”

Jannine’s eyes widened. “I thought you wanted to fight me?!”

Milli smiled devilishly. “No. This is much more fun.” She took the scissors from a follower, and pointed them at Jannine. “Not only will you have horrible blue hair. But a kitchen-drawer-scissors haircut to boot.”

Jannine looked for an exit, but one of Milli’s followers blocked her path. She backed away slowly and bumped into another follower. “Luh.”

Milli began to walk towards her. “When you first stepped foot here you just looked like fresh meat.”

“What did I ever do to you?” Jannine asked, swatting away a followers hand, when they attempted to hold her down. “I did nothing to you.”

The bully laughed, and shook the scissors in her hand; the handle swung back and forth.

“Does there always have to be a reason?”

Jannine could say no more. It would all be for naught anyway. After all, there was only two people on this camp that regarded her highly, or at least didn’t want to eat her for lunch. Yet, 98 percent of the campus population wanted her dead.

Maybe Kunpimook wasn’t here. Maybe he was long gone, and she was betting on a losing dog.

Defeated, Jannine didn’t struggle anymore. She closed her eyes, prepared to have her hair whacked off, when Milli’s followers suddenly let go of her, and Milli took off in a run. Jannine’s eyes opened, and she looked all around her. “Huh?”

“You musta done something to really tick her off,” A voice said.

Campus Prince, BamBam, stepped forward with his rich boy swag. He donned a light sweater, white slacks, and a pair of sneakers. His grin was smug, and his hands were in his pockets. Was he wearing a Rolex?

“Xi ngo?!”

“Don’t think I did this because I don’t dislike you anymore,” BamBam specified with a bit of snark. “I just don’t want to be left to clean the mess hall by myself.”

Jannine’s smile turned into a frown. “Well, thanks to your angry fan girls I can’t go back to my dorm and sleep.”

BamBam raised a brow. “You’re blaming me for why you got booted out from your dorm?”

She pointed down at her red swollen ankle. “I’m blaming you for this too.”

He rolled his eyes at her injury. He then grabbed her hand.

“Luh, luh!” She protested. “I wasn’t being that ser—“

He stopped walking, and her mouth bumped into his collarbone.

“You don’t want to fail gym class, right?” He asked in annoyance.

“Gym class?”

He laughed.

“Yeah. Gym class.”

Jannine’s eyes narrowed. “I didn’t pick that as an elective.”

“It’s mandatory for all first years.”

Jannine sighed, but said, “No. I don’t want to fail stupid gym class then.”

BamBam nodded with a smug facial expression. “Then come with me. You need to have your ankle looked at.”

He then picked her up and swung her over his shoulder. “C’mon. We’ll see what a friend of mine can do to help your ankle heal.”

Jannine opened her mouth to protest, but it wasn’t lost on her that BamBam picked her up and threw her over his shoulder like a typical Tuesday.

So, she stayed quiet for awhile, wondering if the foreign teacher with the stick would pop out of the bushes. Yet, that never happened. “What are you here for?” BamBam asked. “Language?”

“No,” Jannine replied. “Fashion. Costume design.”

“Really?”

“Yeah?” She said back. “Why do you sound so surprised?”

“I’m not that surprised,” BamBam replied with. “I just didn’t think it was something you’d be so sure of.”

“So, you think I came here to fuck off?”

“No. Wait, did you?”

She hit him on the back, and he winced in result. “No, khun.”

He laughed a little. “Well, I guess that just makes one of us.”

Before she could respond to his comment, a guy came from the school’s med bay, opened the door to the building and walked out quickly; alert and curious.

Jannine perked up, speechless. Despite wearing glasses, the doctor-in-training wore them well. They framed his face nicely, complementing his comma hairdo, along with his lips and kind eyes. So entranced, she failed to process what BamBam was indicating for her to do.

“Do you want me to throw you on the ground?!”

Jannine snapped out of her crushing, and frowned at BamBam’s words. “Mai?”

“Bam, don’t be like that,” The young doctor said. “You seem to act like this towards the cute ones.”

Handsome Doctor-in-Training thought she was cute?

BamBam laughed sarcastically and replied with, “Nah. Her hair’s blue!”

The Handsome Doctor laughed with a knowing glint in his eye. “I find it attractive. It makes her stand out. Like a blue rose in a bouquet of red ones.”

BamBam’s hold on her tightened, but Jannine failed to notice, and gave the handsome friend an even brighter grin.

“Jinyoung,” BamBam groaned. “Are you done for the night, or can you actually help her?”

Jinyoung apologized to Jannine. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to talk to you like you weren’t there, but my Thai is really bad.”

Jannine shook her head in disagreement. “No. It’s actually really good. But if you prefer speaking in English, that’s fine too.”

The young doctor smiled. “Kob khun.”

•••

“It’s not a severe sprain,” Jinyoung said as he examined her ankle. “But you’ll need to ice mornings and nights. During the day, just move it in a circular movement, and don’t overcompensate by limping. Try walking as naturally as possible.”

Jannine nodded. “Ne.”

Jinyoung lifted his head up in surprise. “Omo?”

Jannine laughed. “That’s probably the only Korean word I know.”

Jinyoung laughed too, patting her calf good naturedly, until they heard a loud and obnoxious fake laugh from yours truly.

“Is something the matter Bam?” Jinyoung asked with a raised brow, his smile holding a bit of a challenge. “Do you need a drink of water? Cough drops?”

BamBam took a hand out of his pocket, and looked at the Rolex watch on his wrist. “It’s getting late. You know who patrols at night. Your father.”

Jinyoung’s face was one of annoyance. “You know I’m not related to that ass— I mean, person. Because he and I only share a namesake out of coincidence. And I’ll write you two a pass.” He stood up from the stool, giving Jannine an apologetic look.

Jannine nodded. “Thank you Jinyoung.”

As the doctor exited the room, Jannine smiled and sighed. He reminds me of a Disney prince, She thought to herself.

“He has a girlfriend back home.”

Jannine rolled her eyes. “And you’re telling me this…?”

BamBam shrugged. “To let you know he’s off limits.”

Jannine rolled her eyes again. “Whatever. I’m going back to my dorm.”

“No you aren’t.”

“Yeah, I am.”

“No you aren’t.”

“You can’t tell me what to do!” She snapped. “I’m going now.”

BamBam guffawed dramatically, with his hands in his pockets. “Okay. But you can’t say I didn’t warn you.”

She picked up a medicine utensil nearby, and threw it his way. He missed the pointy object barely, and he didn’t look impressed. “Are you kidding me?!”

Jannine smirked. “What?! It was on accident?” She crossed her arms under her chest.

He took some hand sanitizer in a spray bottle and pointed it towards her.

Jannine’s smirk went away.

But just as his finger pressed on the trigger, Jinyoung walked back in. “BamBam,” He scolded. “Stop playing around. I swear you still act like a kid. Gimme.”

As BamBam handed his friend back the container of sanitizer, Jannine gave him a mischievous smile as she wiped the disinfectant off her shirt using her hand, Jinyoung’s back turned to Jannine.

BamBam glared briefly, but didn’t say anything. He’d get payback, but Jannine would definitely be on the look out.

Yet, as Jinyoung gave her a wipe and a glass of water and was getting ready to walk out, he told both of his peers, “I’m sure you both can see your way out.”

But BamBam spoke. “Wait. Jinyoung, can she stay here until the morning? All the girls in her dorm hate her.”

Jannine’s eyes widened briefly, but she hung her head down; she was a tad embarrassed. Yet, Jinyoung replied with airily, “Sure. I don’t mind. Um. Let me find some spare clothes.” As Jinyoung went to do just that, Jannine still stared down at her lap embarrassedly. Yet, she muttered under her breath, “Thank you.”

BamBam wasn’t going to make it easy for her. She should have known that. “I’m sorry, can you say that again? I didn’t hear you.”

Jannine mumbled her thanks again.

“Jannine,” He said too brightly. “How am I supposed to hear you if you keep your head down? Sheesh.”

“Thank you, okay?” She said with annoyance. Due to the annoyance, she unintentionally projected her voice a bit better. “Gosh. Happy?”

BamBam gave her a small smile that made her double back.

Even though he’d given her a big, fake, and sarcastic grin a couple minutes ago, she didn’t notice how much of a difference it would be when he gave her a smile that softened his features as his eyes had a bit of a twinkle in them almost.

Before she could even think to remember it, the moment was gone when Jinyoung entered back into the room to give her some spare pajamas.

“This is a leftover of the old gym outfits ten years ago,” He said. “So, they might seem a little outdated.”

Jannine took her eyes off BamBam and looked at his friend. “No. Not at all. Thank you Jinyoung.”

He smiled with a nod. “Let me know if you need anything. I’ll be in the very back studying; pulling an all-nighter.” He turned and looked at his friend with a knowing look. “And you need to go back to the dorms. Teacher Park will catch you and report you to the headmaster.”

BamBam tch-ed. “You can’t do all-nighters here,” He said matter-of-factly. “What if Park decides to do his rounds here?”

Jinyoung sighed, running his fingers through his hair. “BamBam if you wanted to spend a night here as well, all you had to do was ask.”

Instead of confirming Jinyoung’s words, he said, “Admit it, you only pull all nighters because of Sister So-min.”

Jannine saw a bit of red make it’s way onto Jinyoung’s face. But he simply said to BamBam, “Stop deflecting. You know where to get the spare clothes.” He gave Jannine a bow and exited with BamBam falling behind him.

She shook her head at BamBam’s antics.

She then took out her phone and saw a message from Lisa:

Hey. Are you okay? One of my roommates said you jumped from the balcony. 😢

Jannine replied:

I’m okay. I’m actually staying at the school medic bay tonight.

Lisa:

Really? Why? Are you really okay?

Jannine:

I sprained my ankle. No biggie.

Lisa:

I’m glad you’re okay besides your ankle. See ya in the morning.

Jannine:

Khob Kun.

•••

As Jannine settled into one of the beds, BamBam came back in donning the Hnung Uni’s early 2010s gym uniform AKA “pajamas substitute”.

She turned to face the wall, simply telling herself that this would never be happening again (a one time occurrence) and he’d still act like a jerk the next day.

Yet, she did go ahead and ask a question that’d been bugging her for the last couple hours.

“Why’d you tell all the girls in the dorm to haze me in the middle of the night?”

“What are you talking about?”

She laughed as though she were calling him out on his bullshit. “You told all the girls in the dorm to come into my room in the middle of the night and cut my hair off.”

“I still don’t know what you’re talking about, khun.”

Jannine turned around to face him. “Whatever. I suppose you felt guilty. That’s why you’re being half-way decent.”

He sat on the bed on the other side of the room. “I don’t care if you don’t believe me. I don’t even know your dorm room number.”

She let out a huff. “I can’t think of it being anyone else but you and your friends.”

BamBam laughed as though, this time, he were calling her bullshit. “I’m sorry to say it, but I don’t think a lot of people like you here.”

Jannine could feel the onset of tears, her face warm. But she put on an air of indifference. “So what? I deserve to be here like everyone else,” She replied with false-confidence. “And I haven’t even been here a full week and you can determine my social rank already?”

Surprisingly BamBam appeared to not have a ready response. As he settled into the bed, he looked up at the ceiling.

“…”

“…”

“I’m sorry.”

“Mai?”

“For the first day when I cut in front of you in the cafeteria.”

“Why are you apologizing now?”

“Because you’re right, I was being mean.”

“…”

“…”

“I won’t call you ‘Xi Ngo’ anymore.”

“What? You called me that?”

“Hey! You said it yourself that you were being mean.”

“Okay okay.”

“…”

“…”

“I’m sorry for putting that food on the back of your head.”

“Sorry for pushing you to the ground.”

“…”

“…”

“Thank you for helping me.”

“Helping you?”

“Yeah. Milli and her gang would’ve beat me up and…And thank you for asking Jinyoung if I could stay here for the night.”

“…”

“…”

Jannine then realized he was just looking at her. Staring, but not saying a word.

“Did I say something wrong?” She asked, her face getting warm. “Is there a boogie hanging from my nose?”

Instead of replying to her questions, BamBam gave her a ghost of a smile and said, “You are really an anomaly Ploychompoo.”

“Ploy chomp oo?”

BamBam shrugged, and then turned on his other side. “Everyone here has nicknames. I gave you one.”

Jannine raised a brow. But why did he give her the nickname? Either way, she didn’t want the nickname.

Yet, she knew that he would call her that despite her protest.

And if it kept him civil, she’d let him.

Meanwhile, Jinyoung peeked into the room and saw that both of his peers had managed to fall asleep. He smiled knowingly due to fact that BamBam’s eyes changed when he spoke to Jannine. It was unlike any face he’d seen on his friend. When he brought her in, holding her like he was on a manga rom com cover, his demeanor was at ease.

Jinyoung wasn’t going to share that with the other guys, but it was definitely something he was going to keep track of.

“Jin young?”

He turned around and saw that it was his sunbaenim who stood behind him. She gave him a smile. “What are you doing?”

He blushed madly, not sure if he’d flub his words. But he tried to talk anyway. “Um. Th- there were two peers who are, um, staying in the patient room. They’re both, um, recovering fro—“

“Okay.”

“Huh?”

“I trust you,” She said gently. “But you should go and get some sleep too.”

“No. I need to get–“

She moved closer to him, their faces small inches apart. “Go and get some sleep.” She touched his face, touching the bags underneath his eyes. “You work too hard for your own good.”

“It’s oka–“

“No,” She said firmly. “I’ll be sure your friends are okay. You. Sleep. Now.”

“Sunbaenim–“

So-min trailed her hand down to the back of his neck. “Now.”

He didn’t say a word or protest any longer. He nodded and she removed her hands.

“Good.”

•••

[bambikisss]

XOX, Cupid { PART 1 }

JACKSON WANG X PERFORMER!READER

-> In which you and Jackson decide to show expose your relationship during a duet performance in head in the clouds with Jackson.

A/N: This will be a two-part imagine, your stage name is Cupid btw

SMUT WARNINGS: Unprotected sexy time, slight spit play, ass slapping (heh)

PART ONE - ONE DAY BEFORE HEAD IN THE CLOUDS

"Headling our Head In the Cloud's concert is Cupid!"

Social media buzzed when the 88 Rising's Twitter news came out. You had been on a slight hiatus due to an injury but you had just gotten the green light to perform again.

What better stage than this one?

You laid back on your bed as the positive comments flooded your screen as you scrolled, a smile coming onto your face. Your fans were always so loving and sometimes when you felt sad you would go on Instagram live just to talk to them.

Before you could click on a video posted by a fan of their reaction to the announcement, Jackson called to facetime you, making you jump and almost drop the phone.

He always seemed to scare you when he called you.

You accepted his facetime call, placing your hand on your heart as you yelled at him for scaring you, your boyfriend of 4 years laughing from the other side. "I'm sorry baby. Should I text you a warning everytime before I call you?" He asked, a smirk on his face as he watched you pout, rolling your eyes before smiling back at him. "I heard about you headlining Head in the Clouds. Congratulations baby." You placed the phone down onto the nightstand as you fell back against the bed again, sighing against the cold sheets. "I'm actually a bit nervous. I just want to perform well, you know? This is the first time I'll be seen performing since my injury." Even though you had only rolled your ankle, it seemed like everyone in the world thought that you had died. To make matters worst, you had then caught covid so your return was pushed back. You often wondered if the fans would still be as loud as when you had your last concert, or if they would be as happy to see you as you were to see them. It was all you could think about when you rehearsed or even just laid in your bed. Jackson would sometimes help, though, even though he was often someone far away from you. He'd facetime call you frequently and watch your dance rehearsals, providing pointers and feedback as if he was an audience member. You trusted him to tell you when your performance looked sloppy. He was your right-hand man- your lover.

Speaking of your lover, he was silent making you sit up, laughing softly as he had his eyes trained on your legs that were in perfect view of the camera. He had always had a thing for your legs, especially your thighs as you had a small pink heart tattoo on both of them that he loved to kiss and bite while he teased you. He thought you were a goddess that came down to earth just to drive him crazy. You cleared your throat, flipping yourself so you were facing him, your head resting on your hands as you raised an eyebrow to your man, who rubbed the back of his neck, his cheeks heating up from being caught checking your legs out. "I was listening I swear," he promised, holding his hands up in defense. You laughed, telling him it was alright and that you loved it when he only looked at you. He mirrored you on his hotel bed, a smile on his lips as he admired you, the two of you just staring at one another in silence before you broke the comfortable silence as you remembered something. "My stylist sent over one of my performance outfits and I have to try it on. Do you wanna see?" His eyes lit up, ushering for you to go and quickly change into it. He was excited to not only see more of your beautiful body but to see you get excited when you put it on.

You ripped open the package marked with the number one, gasping as the soft pink outfit fell from the bag. You placed it onto the bed, forgetting Jackson was still on the phone with you as you stripped down to nothing but your underwear, giggling when you heard Jackson sigh dreamily from staring at your backside. You put the dress on, turning to face Jackson as you looked up into the mirror you had on your dresser near the bed, your eyes widening as you jumped up and down, giggling happily. When you asked for Jackson's input, he smiled before looking you up and down carefully again, making your cheeks feel hot under his gaze. "I love it but I'd wear some safety shorts with it if you have choreography in your first set." You nodded, shaking your hips as you watched the skirt move, understanding what he meant. "I mean, or you can just leave the dress for when I see you during the festival and we can put it to good use later that night." You raised an eyebrow as you met Jackson's gaze, his eyes trained on your legs. You knew there was no point in redirecting his eyes, your hands teasingly pulling up the sides of the skirt, Jackson's breath hitching as he watched more skin slowly get more exposed before his manager knocked on his bedroom door, halting you from moving up anymore making him groan. "I'll let you go deal with that, baby" you smiled, leaning down to blow a kiss to your boyfriend, making him roll his eyes before blowing a kiss back, waving as he said goodbye before ending the call.

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''Again''

You sighed as you retied your shoes, sighing as the hot California sun beat down on you and your dancer. You had been through all three sets and even had gone through all of the outfit changes but your performance manager thought it didn't look good enough. Besides Jackson's opinions, you trusted his as well. You stood up, sighing as you fixed your mic pack before walking back with your dancers to the performance starting point, breathing heavily. "Wait!" You turned to see Jackson running with a water bottle in his hand to you, making you smile. Your performance manager sighed as he called a water break, letting your dancers walk off to grab their own waters as you kissed Jackson's cheek as a thank you for saving you from dancing for the tenth time. He kept his arm around you as you drank, walking with you around the stage as he critiqued your past performances in the rehearsal, nodding along. "I do have one more critic about the outfits though," you turned to face him, Jackson's hands moving to your waist as he pulled you close, his lips moving to hover over your ear as he spoke. "That first pink looks too good for a performance." You raised an eyebrow, your hands resting on his shoulders as you asked what he meant, being met with a dark chuckle. "I wanna fuck you in that dress, baby." Your eyes widened as you stepped back to hit his chest, Jackson winking as he laughed, walking back with you to the main stage to meet with your dancers, his eyes staring at your body as you walked up to meet them. You handed him the water bottle, ushering him off the stage as your introduction music started back up, showing that rehearsals were back on.

You did make sure the last run-through to apply Jackson's comments, being met with a hug and kiss from him as soon as you got off of the stage, his hand dangerously close to your ass as he kissed your cheek, leading you back to your dressing room, which was down the hall from his. As you reached for your door to change, he stopped you. He would usually push you into the as soon as you clicked the door open to watch you change and maybe eat you out, but he had to do his own rehearsal so he held back. He held up a black card, handing it to you as he smiled at you, winking before he walked off with his dancers, leaving you not only confused but slightly horny as you were looking forward to being eaten due to the looks he gave you when he watched you perform and the way his voice had deepened. You looked down at the card, noticing it was a keycard holder with a small note on it. "I've taken the pleasure of booking our hotel room for us. The minute I come in that room, we're eating dinner, then I'm eating you out baby. Have fun while I'm gone and relax~"

You smiled as you gathered your things and went to the hotel, taking a shower and then changed into a robe. You had just sat down to do your makeup when he arrived. He smiled as he leaned down to kiss your cheek, groaning at the scent of the body wash you used. His hands moved up and down your arms as his lips moved down your cheek to your neck, his gaze moving to the mirror as he watched you throw your head back as he sucked and kissed on your sweet spot, his gaze darkening as he gripped your arms, your soft groan becoming music to his ears as he kissed back to your cheek, pulling himself away as he walked to grab his suit and underwear, winking at you as he made his way into the bathroom. You giggled softly, enjoying the lingering scent that Jackson left on the robe as you finished your hair and makeup, then changed into Jackson's favorite black dress, smiling as you put your robe back on. You finished putting the finishing touches on your look when Jackson emerged from the bathroom, his black suit making you want to rip it off of him and just let him have his way with you all night, but you held back. Jackson walked over to help the room service men bring in the dinner he ordered, tipping them extra to place a "do not disturb" sign on the door before closing the door. You stood up to go through the food items he ordered, turning when Jackson cleared his throat. He had connected his phone to the room's speaker and played some romantic music as he dimmed the lights slightly, his gaze moving over your body. You mirrored his smile, your eyes filled with love as he made his way over to you, his hand moving to cup your cheek, kissing you with so much love. No matter how much lust was in the room, he always made sure to show you how much he loved you. He would have you dress up at your shared home to just eat dinner with you or take you out to restaurants, reserving a private room so it would just be you two and shower you with gifts and roses. He would do little things too, like writing songs just for you, singing them to you whenever you felt sad, or just making breakfast for you before he left for the studio. It was his main goal to show you how much he loved you and in return, you gave him all of you.

"So, are you really going to enjoy our dinner in a bathrobe?" Jackson asked, kissing the bridge of your nose as you giggled, pushing him back slightly so he could watch you slowly remove the robe to show the dress. His eyes widened as he stared at the dress he had bought you and deemed it his favorite dress for you to wear, which you both only reserved for special nights.

"For my magic man," you smiled softly, Jackson holding your hand as he pulled you close, kissing you softly as his hands moved down your body slowly, his forehead moving to rest against yours. "For my Cupid."He whispered, his lips moving to kiss yours again as his hands made contact with your ass, moving to squeeze it in his hands as the kiss turned sloppy, Jackson and you obviously forgetting about the dinner that was hot and ready for the two of you. His lips moved down to kiss and bite along your neck as he picked you up, taking you over to the large bed, your back hitting the sheets as he left marks moving along your neck. You arched up to meet his chest, your hands moving into his hair as you licked your lips, gasping as he bit down on your neck, his name escaping your lips breathlessly. "Yes baby, say my name just like that." he groaned, biting down again as you breathlessly said his name, closing your eyes as he quickly pressed his lips against yours again, your tongues moving together. You both reached for each other's clothes, craving to touch one another as you both carelessly ripped off the clothing, tossing it to land on the floor as you both continued to moan and groan into each other's mouths. He bit your bottom lip, ushering you to move up to the headboard as he followed behind you. As your upper back rested against the headboard, Jackson's lips pounced back onto yours, much slower and loving this time as one of his hands moved to carefully separate your legs apart, his finger moving up and down your wet slit making Jackson groan and you sigh into the kiss. "Love my baby so much. Let's me do whatever I want to her because I love her." it sounded like he wasn't speaking to you, kissing down your body as his finger gathered your wetness. He was so drunk off of you, only having one thing on his mind in the moment. "Gonna make my baby cum so hard for me. Gonna make her feel so loved because I love her. Because she's my cupid. My baby," he groaned against your thigh, kissing your pink heart tattoo before bitting and licking slowly as he moved down your leg, placing your legs onto his shoulders as he laid down on his stomach, his tongue immediately diving into you. He groaned at your taste as he licked and sucked, your back arching as you moaned loudly, your hands moving to grab his hair, your hips trying to move against his tongue but his hand pressed you down, your lover moving faster as the lewd sounds of him licking your pussy filled the room. He looked up at you to meet your eyes, his free hand moving to gently grip your jaw to make you look down at him as he began to fuck you with his tongue, his grip on your cheek getting tighter if you tried to look away. He loved having you watch him when he did anything to your body, rutting his hips into the sheets as he watched every eye roll, every groan, every curse word leave your beautiful body.

"Fuck baby. Hold on," Jackson moved to switch the two of you, having you get onto his face as his hands gripped your hips to have you immediately ride and move against his tongue. You gripped the headboard as you moved with his instruction, tossing your head back and then forward as you met his eyes again. "Fuck baby, don't stop, please, so fuking close" you moaned incoherently, babbling as you felt yourself approach your much-wanted organism, Jackson moving faster as he told you to cum on him, his hands moving to slap and grip your ass, ushering you to cum all over his lips and bottom half of his face. You were glad your hotel room wasn't around anyone else as you screamed his name, your hips and legs shaking around his head as you came, your hands gripping his hair to keep him against you as you rode out your organism, whining as he picked you up, carefully laying you down against the pillows as he kissed around your body, waiting for you to calm down. You felt like you could fall asleep happy and satisfied until you saw Jackson rest both of his hands on the headboard above you, watching as your chest rose and fell, your eyes training to look first at the wet lower half of his face, then trailed down to look at his hard cock, which was covered in precum. Noticing that you've calmed down, he leaned down to connect your lips with his, letting you taste yourself on his lips and tongue, one hand moving to pump himself a few times before he angled himself to push into you, using your wetness to wet his dick.

"You taste that, princess? Guess who made this mess on my fucking face with her good fucking pussy?" he asked, not waiting for an answer as he pushed the tip in, smirking as you wiggled around, begging for him to move in you, only for him to press you down, keeping you still. "Guess who's going to make another mess on my fat dick? You are." He shook his head as he moved both hands back up to the headboard, looking down at you as he motioned for you to open your mouth, Jackson gathering spit in his mouth before spitting down into your mouth and then telling you to close your mouth. "Naughty girl."

He pushed in before you could say anything else, your back arching as he fully sheathed himself in you, groaning as you tightened around him. You dug your nails into his back as he moved his hips pounding into you, groaning as you moaned loudly, opening your legs more so he could move in deeper. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your nails digging down his back as the sound of your moans and the sound of him pounding into you filled the room. Jackson watched you as he rolled his hips, grabbing your breasts as he watched you become breathless, leaning down to lick and suck on the neglected nipple, switching to the other one as you moaned, one hand moving to his hair as he pulled out, flipping you over to have you move to your hands and knees. He came closer, his hand moving to put your hair into a ponytail, Jackson rubbing his dick up and down your slit before pushing back in roughly, Jackson throwing his head back as he groaned, kissing along your back as you moved your ass backward to meet his hips, your hands moving to grip the sheets as he looked down to watch, spitting onto your ass cheek before she slapped it. "There we go, baby. Ride my dick for my cum. Throw it back, baby." His hands gripped harder on your hair, your moans becoming louder as you leaned your body down so your ass was up, your eyes meeting Jackson's as you turned your head back to make eye contact with him, your face contouring as you felt your end rushing closer, Jackson reading your face as he pulled you up with your hair so your back met his chest, his hand moving to your throat as he licked and kissed your neck. "Cum, princess, cum all over my fat fucking dick so I can fill you up with mine,"he groaned into your ear, one of his hands sneaking down to play with your clit as you came, your nails digging into his lower back as you toss your head back, his lips moving to bite and suck on your more exposed neck. He held your limp body as he moved faster, letting your body fall forward to rest against the pillows as his hips moved faster, his eyes trained on your ass as he began mumbling to himself, obviously near his own organism as he groaned. "Gonna fill up my baby so good. Let me fill you up and show you how much I love you," he licked his lips, his hips studdering as he came, his hands coming into contact to smack and grip your ass.

He rest his hands on your ass, catching his breath as he looked down at you, kissing along your shoulders and down your back, massaging you as he ran his hands up and down your body, kissing your cheek. You rolled over as he pulled out, your arms wrapping around his neck as you brought him down for a kiss, running your hands through his hair as he calmed down, laying his body down next to yours. "How you feeling, baby?" you asked him, gigging as you flipped over to kiss his cheek repeatedly, Jackson smiling as his fingers moved up and down your spine. "Amazing. I missed that baby." he whispered, kissing you softly before he got out of the bed, moving to go grab a towel to clean you up, then handed you one of his shirts to put on as he put on his underwear. He held out his hand to her, leading you to the table as he uncovered the food, which thankfully wasn't too cold. He handed you the sushi as he went to heat up the rest of the food, you eating happily. He joined you soon after, holding your hand as he ate, smiling softly. "I'm excited to see you perform tomorrow. You actually go on after me, so I'll make sure to stand on standby to watch my cupid tear up the stage." You winked at him, Jackson moving his chair closer to yours as he took one of the sushi off your plate. "I just hope everything goes well tomorrow. This is my first time performing again." you felt some worry fill you up again as he rubbed your arm, offering some kind words. "I know it's scary but think about everyone who is ready to see you. Think of all of those fans who waited so long to see you perform and now they can," He kissed your hand as he pulled you close to his body, letting you rest on his shoulder. "If anything, think about me. I'll be cheering you on," he chuckled, kissing your forehead. You nodded as you relished in his body warmth, feeling all of the anxiety fade away.

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"We have a major problem!"

You turned around with your dancer, anxiety shooting through your body as your manager rushed over to you, Jackson following.

"Your duet partner that was supposed to sing with you during the third and final set isn't coming."