Bambam (Got7) x Reader: Body Heat

                         "Wow, I thought we'd make it back before the rain started," Bambam laughed, partially out of breath, running his fingers back through his hair as he dripped water onto the dorm carpet.
                          "S-so did I," you managed to smile back at him even though you were frozen. The forecast hadn't called for rain today so you'd worn a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, which you were severely regretting now. Half way back to your boyfriends dorm it started to pour, so the two of you were completely drenched.
                        Running your hands up and down your arms you tried to warm yourself up. You were shivering so bad you could imagine yourself as one of those weird little twitchy lap dogs that had to wear a ridiculous sweater all the time. While you were lost in the random thought of yourself as a lap dog Bambam wrapped his arms around you, hugging you to his chest. He wasn't much warmer than you, and he wasn't much drier either, but the sudden embrace made your face heat up.
                       "Jeez, you're freezing," he murmured and pulled away a bit to run his hands up and down your arms like you'd been doing. He was so fixated on trying to warm up your arms that he couldn't see how pink your face had become. Although it wouldn't matter much if he did, because he'd seen you blush plenty of times before.
                       You've been dating for nearly three months. You weren't innocent, you'd been in "relationships" before but with Bambam it was different. You've hugged and you've kissed, but he never even hinted at making you do more than that. He respected you, frankly something none of your mistakes (exs) had done.
                       "Hold on a sec," He said and rushed away for a few moments. When he came back he held a couple of towels, draping one over your shoulders before wrapping one around his.
                       "Thank you," you said and hugged it to your shaking body.
                       "I'm gonna take a shower," he said suddenly after a long couple minutes of quiet. He looked a bit nervous, maybe even flustered?
                       "Okay,"
                       "D-Do you want to take one before me? I mean it'll warm you up, and you could borrow a t-shirt of mine and a pair of shorts to wear afterwards.." he proposed, rubbing the back of his neck and looked at you a bit awkwardly.
                        "Yeah," you answered with a hesitant nod, "that's a good idea."
                        After taking a quick shower and changing into the clothes Bambam  gave you, you exited the bathroom so he could take his shower. You entered his room with more than a bit of caution. After all you were in HIS dorm, wearing only HIS clothes. He was waiting in his room, standing on a towel to catch the water that was dripping from him and his damp clothes.
                        "I left my clothes on a towel rack in the bathroom, I hope you don't mind," you said softly as you gave him a soft smile.
                        Bambams heart seemed to skip a beat when he saw you standing there in his clothing. They were a bit baggy on you, but still showed your feminine figure. You were beautiful. Your wet hair up in a messy bun, your big doe eyes baring into him, the gentle curve of your lips as they offered a smile. With a smile back at you he quickly turned his attention back to grabbing something for himself to wear once he was finished with his shower. As he left the room to the promising warmth of the steamy bathroom he quickly planted a kiss onto your cheek.
                        "Be right back," he said sweetly.
                         When you heard the bathroom door close you lifted your hand to touch the place his lips had been and smiled. He's such a sweet guy. So much different from the jerks you were accustomed to. He was gentle and playful with you, and you could tell he cared. Crossing your arms you shivered. Even though you'd taken a shower hot enough to leave your skin red like a lobster you couldn't shake the chills you had. You'd never been real hot blooded anyways so you were used to it, but you need to get warm otherwise you knew you'd catch a cold for sure. Glancing towards your boyfriends bed, you wondered if he'd mind you curling up under those comfy looking covers he had.
                          "Screw it," you mumbled to yourself after a few seconds of mentally debating on whether or not to crawl into his bed. Once under the heavy blankets you pulled your knees to your chest and gave a small sigh of relief, "this is a little better."
                           Bambam could still hear the rain outside once he vacated the bathroom. It was pouring like no tomorrow. He bit the inside of his cheek and sighed. He couldn't send you out in this weather, your apartment was too far and it was dark out, he'd have no way to know you were safe until you got home, and that would take at least a half an hour. Ready to propose that you stay the night as he walked into his room he paused when he saw that you were already in his bed.
                           "(Name)?" He said hesitantly as he stepped closer, tilting his head a bit to get a better look at you. A smile spread across his lips when he saw that you'd fallen asleep already.
                           He knew you hated it when he referred to you as cute, but the way his bed made you look so tiny what other word could he use to describe you? After throwing his clothes along with yours into the drier he quietly slipped into bed next to you. He must not have been as smooth as he thought though because the moment he got within a few inches of you your eyes rapidly fluttered open.
                            "Oh, um," you muttered with wide eyes, "sorry."
                            When you tried to move away from Bambam one of his hands rested on the curve of your waist. You met his eyes and your heart seemed to pound. He smiled at you, leaning in to press his lips against yours in a gentle yet passionate way.
                              "Bambam?"
                              "You're still so cold (Name)," he said in a voice just above a whisper as he scooted closer to you and his hand moved to the small of your back, "Let me warm you up."
                              Your heart was racing, you'd cuddled with him before, but this seemed much more intimate. The way he hugged you against his chest, your legs slightly entangled with his, you couldn't help the butterflies that made your stomach flutter. Meeting his eyes you wrapped your arms loosely around his neck and cuddled against him. The soft scent of soap drifted off him along with the warmth he radiated.
                              "I love you," he said softly and kissed your forehead. He'd said it before, but never with as much seriousness as he'd just used. You haven't said it back either, for fear of getting too attached to him and getting hurt. But you knew there was no denying that you felt the same way for him. Nor could you deny that you were very attached to him at this point. So with a soft smile, you said the words you've felt for some time but were afraid to say.
                             "I love you too."
                             Delivering another gentle yet passionate kiss onto your lips Bambam pulled you as close as your bodies would allow. Smiling and hoping that you were absorbing the warmth he felt not only in his chest but in his very being. Hoping you could feel all the love and happiness that he felt only when he was with you.