Drabbles + Oneshots | Got7

flexible | bambam

smut, explicit

There was no doubt your relationship with Bambam was built upon a solid foundation of love and endless humor. For fuck's sake, the kid could make you laugh like no one else.

Work sucked? Laugh.

Period cramps from hell? Laugh.

Just farted during sex? Oh, definitely laugh.

Bambam ran on joy. It was his fuel. His skin practically glowed with it. Never in your life could you think of a time you were just so blissfully happy.

You were reminded of this fact on a perfectly average Thursday. Donning some comfortable workout clothes, you proceeded to stretch and rolled out your yoga mat.

With the patio doors open, filtering in a pleasant breeze, you began with a few deep breaths before easing into the first pose.

"Am I sensing yoga?" Bambam suddenly called, appearing from the bedroom fresh out of a shower with his wet hair wrapped in a towel.

You shushed him and spoke quietly, "Inner peace and meditation, Bam."

"Oh, sorry," Bambam replied, lowering his voice to a whisper like he was in church and had just been given the stink eye.

Eyes closed, you focused on every inhale and exhale, stretching your muscles.

Meanwhile, Bambam grabbed a snack from the kitchen and made himself comfortable on the couch, crossing his ankles on the coffee table.

"I can feel you watching," you chastised a moment later.

Bambam popped a piece of granola in his mouth and shrugged. "Can you blame me?" he retorted. "That ass in those pants..."

You pinched your lips together, fighting back a chuckle and trying desperately to cling to the tranquility.

"When are you gonna get to the Downward Facing Dog?" Bambam asked impatiently not long after. Of course, it was his favorite.

With a snort, you replied, "I think I will skip that one today."

Bambam reached over and scratched one of his kitties behind the ears, teasing, "Latte says you should do it. Good for your back."

"Mm," you hummed, rolling your eyes. "What else does Latte say?"

"You should definitely stretch that back before Daddy blows it out."

You choked on a laugh, quickly coughing to hide the sound. You didn't want to encourage him, but at the same time it was so damn entertaining.

Bambam watched with interest as you transitioned into the next pose and his mouth watered. "Wow, I didn't realize you were that... flexible," he murmured flirtatiously.

Well, what you were doing at the moment wasn't technically a yoga pose you had ever seen. It looked more like something out of the Kama Sutra.

"Oh, you know, gotta keep my man happy," you spoke coyly, batting your lashes.

Bambam realized by your tone and the sultry look in your eyes that this had gone from exercise to some kind of foreplay.

Rising, you gave a little wiggle before spreading your legs and leaning forward. Overlapping your wrists on the wall, you imagined the expression your boyfriend was sporting as you were quite literally face down, ass up.

"Any idea what this pose is called?" you asked playfully.

Bam gawked. "Uh... the Child Support is Only for Eighteen Years pose?"

You almost lost balance from how hard you laughed. Standing back up, you put a hand on your chest, face scrunching with laughter, and exclaimed, "How does your brain work?"

Your boyfriend shrugged, smiling gleefully. "It runs on porn and couture," he deadpanned.

Glancing down, you noticed a rather bold outline in his shorts and you snickered. "When did you get hard?"

With a pout, he confessed, "During the Crescent Moon."

Approaching and putting your hands on his shoulders, you exclaimed, "That one's not even sexual!"

Bambam settled his hands on your waist as you straddled him, gazing up at you with stars in his eyes. "Babe, when are you gonna learn that my dick has a huge crush on you?"

You raised a brow. "Huge, huh?"

"Legendary."

Pulling the hard cock from his shorts, you gave his length a pump with your fist. "Well, I guess I can do the rest of my poses on your lap," you murmured, rolling your hips to stroke him against your clothed folds.

Bambam sucked in a breath and let his hands fall from your waist to your ass, squeezing with a firm grip. "I would very much like to see that."

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