Summary: A cosy weekend away for two at a cabin sounds perfect, but you had no idea just how perfect it could be.
Genre: Established relationship / smut / fluff / proposal /
Rating: 18+ (NSFW)
Warnings: Unprotected shower sex (wrap it before you tap it) / use of shower head during sex / oral (f.receiving) / fingering / creampie / explicit language / talk of marriage /
W/C: 2.8k
Banner: me
Beta: @downbad4yoongi and @moonleeai thank you both so much!
Notes: this is for the "fall for you" event with @k-vanity my prompts were: Satay chicken noodle soup with squash - a cosy night in with a book and a mug of hot chocolate by the fireplace turns into something you could've never expected. Red maple cinnamon mocha: “Is being stuck in this cabin all day while it rains a bad thing? I think it's perfect.”
The sound of your feet on the wooden steps echo through the trees as you jog up to the porch, escaping the sheet of rain that fell the moment your car arrived. Looking down at your drenched clothes as they uncomfortably cling to your skin, you can't help the laugh that escapes you.
“Well, this is unexpected weather. Even for autumn,” you begin, as you wring the water out of the bottom of your shirt, “it definitely wasn't on the forecast when I checked earlier today.”
When you get no response from Namjoon, you glance at him. Unusually quiet, he stares at the rainfall with a frown wrinkling his brow.
“Hey,” you say, flicking water from your cuff at him in an attempt to recapture his attention, “who's upset you, and do I need to fight them?”
He doesn't react, his mouth not even twitching at your joke. “We can't do the waterfall trek today. Do you realise that? It'll be too muddy to get there,” he responds, his sombre and irritated tone surprising you.
Attempting to ease his tension, you squeeze his broad shoulders, hoping to offer some reassurance. “We still have tomorrow and Sunday to be able to do that, Joon. The waterfall’s not going anywhere.”
You notice how his jaw clenches and juts out as he chews the inside of his cheek, which he only does when annoyed.
“I know that, but I wanted us to go today.”
A slight frown creases your forehead as you attempt to understand his determination. Reaching up on your tiptoes, you press kisses to his taut shoulders. The combination of the hard muscles and wet clothes against your lips calls out to you, making your insides feel electric. Sighing against him, you push your want aside.
“Maybe the rain won't last long and we can go later?”
He relaxes slightly under your touch, melting into it. “Hm.” he agrees, reluctantly. “I just…I had a plan for today, and now it's ruined.”
“In the words of Winston Churchill, however beautiful the strategy, you should occasionally look at the results,” you quote.
He looks over his shoulder at you then, with thoughtfulness in his eyes that you could get lost looking at. “What do you mean?”
“Is being stuck in this cabin all day while it rains a bad thing? I think it's perfect,” you respond, leaning against him again. “Besides,” your hands travel down the front of his shirt that clings flatteringly to his abs. Sliding your finger across them, enjoying the uneven path, mapping the way to a promise of pleasure, “all I want to do right now is take these wet clothes off and have a hot shower. Would you care to join me?”
His head jerks your way, full attention devoted back to you, and that frown suddenly irons out into surprise instead. He turns in your embrace, his arms sliding slowly around your waist and pulling you flush against him. The hard planes of his body mould to your curves, making your skin flush with heat, in contrast to the fabric wrapping itself in an ice blanket around your limbs.
His heated eyes are so focused on your mouth as you smirk up at him that you can't help but toy at your bottom lip with your teeth. His thumb is on it instantly, gently pulling it out and crashing his mouth to yours.
Heat consumes your body like a rapid forest fire. Your fingers desperately cling to the lapels of his flannel shirt and attempt to pull him even closer. The arm he holds around your waist tightens while his other hand slides down your leg, curving under your knees before lifting you off the ground making it seem effortless.
He carries you across the porch, lips attached to yours as you fumble with the keys in your pocket. Reluctantly, you pull yourself away only to unlock and push open the cabin door, before he kicks it shut behind him
“You know, you're only supposed to carry me across the threshold when we're married.”
His body stiffens under your touch, and you roll your eyes, giggling.
“Relax, Joonbug, this isn't a proposal. I'm just testing your reaction.”
He smiles, but his eyes glance around the room awkwardly, a hint of crimson dusting his cheeks.
“Note to self: do not discuss marriage yet. Revisit at a later date,” you say mechanically, your tone mocking.
He sets you down, but his arms remain firmly around your waist, pinning you against him. “I'm happy to discuss anything that involves a future with you. You just caught me off guard, is all.”
Surprised by his openness, you arch a brow in his direction. “Is that so?”
He leans down and places a soft, gentle kiss against your lips. The heat from before dissipates and is replaced with love and adoration as his thumb gently strokes your cheek—an action so tender it almost brings tears to your eyes. His forehead meets yours, and your eyes close, savouring this moment and marking it in your treasured memories.
“How about this…” he whispers, “I'll light the fire, warm this place up a bit, while you run the shower so I can warm you up.” He kisses the corner of your mouth, trailing down and leaving wet prints of his lips against your throat. His breath, a ghostly caress against your skin, “Then I'll make us both my famous hot cocoa, and we can spend the rest of the day talking about the future if you'd like?”
Your chest heaves, feeling full and ready to burst with love for this man. Your body and mind are in two different places, reading from two different books.
“And this is one of the many reasons why I love you, Joonbug.” On tip-toes you kiss him tenderly, feeling him smile against your mouth.
“I'm glad you're with me for more than just my cocoa-making skills,” he jokes, slapping you on the behind as you turn and head inside the bedroom.
Glancing back, feeling mischievous, you add, “Of course, you also have a really big…”
Your eyes travel the length of his body. He raises an eyebrow with a smirk playing across his mouth, before your gaze flickers back up to meet his.
“...heart.”
His laughter rings out around the cabin. Glancing around the space you'll spend the next three days in, you admire the wicker rocking chair in the corner. The soft sofa with cushions so big it looks like you could disappear into it and the sheepskin rug in front of the log fire—a picture-perfect vacation for the two of you.
“I'll see you and your big heart in a minute,” you say, winking before heading into the ensuite bathroom.
Turning on the shower, you peel off your wet clothes, shivering from the cold that sends instant goosebumps creeping across your skin.
Thinking about this time away with Namjoon and all the possible ways to spend your time. Impatience soars through you, wanting him inside you but also dying to know what he sees for a future between you. You’re eager to know what the time ahead looks like for him and if it matches what plays out in your mind.
Your core throbs for him, melting within and ready to accommodate him. Your head feels weightless, floating high up on clouds made of butterflies and his sweet words.
Stepping under the water, you bask in its warmth, goosebumps breaking out across your skin. When you hear the door open and click closed, your insides are alight again. Keeping your back to him, you continue to enjoy the water cascading down your front, warming your body. Hearing the clang of his belt as his trousers hit the floor, your excitement grows, butterflies swarming a tornado of arousal.
Climbing in behind you, his body encases yours, instantly warming your back. When his lips touch the skin of your shoulder, it almost burns from the bolt of desire that courses through you.
Turning in his grasp, your breasts slide across his chest, and he pounces. Urgent, needy kisses trail down your neck and make their way to your bust. Sucking the erect nubs into his mouth happens so fast your body jolts in surprise.
His hands are everywhere.
You can't keep up with the sensations, your breathing fast and ragged in your chest, needing to feel more of him. He slowly lowers to the shower floor, his plush lips trailing a searing path down your stomach, leaving you to revel at the sight. He smirks up at you, knowing how much you enjoy him at your mercy, especially now, with the water trickling down his handsome face.
His fingers spread you open, moaning in appreciation as he exposes your sensitive bud. Once his tongue touches you, unsteady on your feet, you grip at the walls, fingers sliding uselessly down the wet tiles. His tongue swirls relentlessly around your clit, stealing the breath from your lungs. Your fingers in his hair hold you up, but your legs shake beneath you. His hand grips your rear, pushing you closer and smothering him with your cunt.
“Fuck, Joon,” you gasp as you teeter on the edge of the precipice of inexplicable pleasure.
He slowly slides a finger inside your throbbing core and beckons you to fall. With every stroke of his finger against that point of bliss inside you and every flick of his tongue, a red-hot poker of pleasure tightens almost uncomfortably inside you.
The water streaming down your body now feels too hot, the air in the bathroom feels too dense. And just as all the sensations feel too much at once, you're falling, leaping off of the cliff and into the abyss. Wave after wave of elation vibrates through your body as you cry out, holding him against you while you ride out your high.
“Turn around,” he commands, his lips brushing against you, making your pulsating core twitch from over-stimulation.
You obey, regardless of your wobbly legs, and bend forward slightly. Standing and positioning himself behind you, his fingers massage your rear and spread open your cheeks slightly. When the tip of his cock touches your entrance, a whimper escapes you. He feels so hot against you, hotter than the warm water cascading down the arch of your back.
He rolls his hips ever so slightly, pushing his head in gently before pulling it out. Teasing your pussy opening, but it's nowhere near enough, the taunting is too much for you to take.
“Joonie, please,” you whine, thrusting your backside back to meet him.
“You want more?” he asks, his voice so deep, so sexy you find yourself growling in response.
He chuckles before pushing himself into you, opening you up, stretching you until you swallow him entirely. When he is finally buried to the hilt, he pauses, his breathing now as fast as yours. His hand runs up the length of your spine, humming in appreciation as he rocks back and forth into you. His groans echo in the confines of the shower stall, accompanied by the sound of his wet skin slapping against yours with every powerful thrust.
Rolling his hips just the way you like, hitting that yearning spot inside, still hungry and not sated yet. Your fingers fan out against the tiles as you hold yourself up, bracing yourself every time he plunges deep inside you.
His hand slides to your front, grabbing one of your breasts and squeezing it gently, using it as an anchor to pound into you faster. You clench am, and the hiss from his lips sends shivers down your spine despite the heat within this glass cage.
“That's how you like it, isn't it, baby?” He says through ragged breaths. You know he's nearing his end as his pace slows slightly and his grunts grow louder.
“Fuck, yes,” you squeak out, face now pressed against the wall, arms having given in, unable to keep you up any longer.
You see the shadow of his arm reaching up on the shiny tiles and hear the click of the shower head disconnecting: the water pressure changes and moves down your body. You cry out as he places it between your legs, the harsh massage from the water bringing you closer to the edge of the abyss once again.
“That feel good, baby?” he whispers.
Words die in your throat as all you can do is nod while you gasp. Your swollen core flutters around him as you chase your high, grinding yourself against his cock as he plunges into you.
“That's it, baby,” he mutters soothingly. “Let go for me.”
He leans over, kissing your shoulder blades, and the added sensation of his lips on your skin tips you over the edge. Crashing into the pool of ecstasy, you're blinded by white light as your orgasm hits. Your pussy contracts and milks him to his simultaneous end. His hips stutter as his warm seed fills you, both of you riding out your high as one.
As your breathing slows, and he slides out of you, making you feel empty but sated, his arms cradle around your stomach, holding you up. Pulling you to him, he peppers soft kisses from your mouth to your ear.
“I love you,” he whispers.
A sleepy smile stretches across your face. “I love you, too.”
He smoothes your wet hair away from your face, looking at you with complete adoration.
He grabs a fresh bar of soap on the shelf inside the shower and unwraps it, chucking the rubbish over the top. Lathering it up in his hands, he spreads it quickly all over his body and then yours, being particularly gentle as his hands massage every inch of your body.
“I'm going to make that cocoa now. You finish up, and we can get settled in front of the fire, hm?” he says as he rinses off.
You nod, watching him as he climbs out, dries himself, and leaves the bathroom. Blissfully, you relish the warm water on your skin and relax into the steam surrounding you. When your pleasure-hazed brain floats back down to earth, you climb out and get ready to return to him.
Feeling much cosier in your hoodie and sweatpants, you head back out to the living area with your book tucked under your arm, but when you open the bedroom door, your mouth drops at the sight that greets you.
There were dozens of candles scattered all around the room. A pathway of flickering lights across the floor led to the fireplace, where Joon stood waiting, holding mugs topped with whipped cream and marshmallows.
Your heart swells, beating as fast as your legs carry you to him. You close the distance, suddenly feeling shy under his loving gaze, and take your drink from him.
“You are a god,” you say, smiling as you take a sip and wince from the molten-hot liquid. Clearly, too eager to wait for it to cool, you tear your gaze away from him momentarily to place it on the fireplace. When you turn back to him, he's kneeling before you, a chunky black box in his hand.
Any words you had were swallowed down with a gulp of sudden nerves.
The fire is roaring beside you, orange light flickers beautifully on one side of his face, making you want to reach out and touch him but resist as he starts to speak.
“I had a plan to do this a different way, something precise and thought out, but you're right,” he sighs, taking your hand in his, “sometimes things work out perfectly regardless.”
Unable to believe the scene before you, you remain still as if any movement or sound will shatter its illusion.
“You see, I have something to confess…” he holds the box out, a box that holds more than just a ring, but your entire future inside.
Tears fill your eyes in an instant, making him a blurry figure in front of you. You swipe them quickly away, not wanting to miss a moment, ingraining it in your mind.
“I would be honoured,” he smiles bashfully, revealing his dimples, and takes a calming breath. “If you would be my wife?”
As soon as the anticipated words are out and in the air surrounding you, your arms are around his neck. He falls back as your body slams into his, the two of you giggling like school children.
“Is that a yes?” he asks, winding one arm around your waist, pinning you to him.
Nodding frantically, the tears spill, leaving glistening trails down your cheeks in the candlelight.
He sits you both up so you're straddling his lap and opens the box. It's perfect. It's just your style. Everything about it had so much thought behind it, bringing a new rush of emotion.
He removes the ring, his long fingers holding it so delicately, as if it might shatter under his touch, and slides it gently on your finger. It’s a perfect fit. You are not surprised, the man never ceases to amaze you.
Clasping your hand gently in his, he brings your fingers up to his lips and places a gentle kiss on your knuckles. When his shining eyes meet yours, so open and full of love, you're unable to help the way your insides melt as you crash your lips against his once again.
Pairing: Namjoon x female reader
Summary: You ran into this cute dude with even cuter dimples who keeps appearing just when you need help. Coincidence?
Word Count: 1.3k
Genre: College au! Fluff
Rating: general
Warnings: No warnings
Published: 9th March 25 (reposted from old blog)
A/n: hello! This is a repost from my previous blog. So if you've seen it somewhere it's probably that. It's the first fic in my bts university series but it works totally fine as a stand alone.
You were rolling around on the bed, tired after the all-nighter you pulled to meet the deadline of your Chemistry assignment. One would say that Mr. Kim is usually sweet and to be honest you only want to see his sweet side because once he starts giving lectures on tardiness, the speed of words leaving his tongue matches with that of a bullet train's.
Snacks. Yup that's what you need right now. The best way to lift your spirits.
At this point it has become part of your routine to grab the some from the store on campus—the same one—the only exception of that was that one time you had to go run errands for a friend.
You never keep snacks stocked up at your apartment because you have a very special ability to finish two week's worth of snacks in one night and so you got up from bed, grabbed your wallet and started your trek to the convenience store.
—
The store was not that busy at this time of the day, just a few uni kids wandering around either bored out of their mind or looking for junk to fill their stomach with.
You made a beeline towards the usual location where they kept snacks, only to halt. There are stacks and stacks of cheetos here instead of your precious honey butter chips.
In confusion you looked around, wondering if you should bother the staff but that's when you catch sight of your precious chips peering down at you from the top rack. Great. Just great.
You stood on your tippy toes, while cursing your genes for making you this short, to no avail.
Jump. Let's jump.
It felt like the chips have now started to mock you from up there.
You were glaring daggers at the innocent packets when suddenly you felt a presence behind you. Then you saw a hand stretch out with ease and grab the packet effortlessly.
You looked behind and saw a mop of brown hair sitting around a tall body. Damn, you envy him or rather his height, it looks like you'll just keep on staring at those chips for eternit-
"Here." He suddenly spoke up, breaking the unintentional eye contact you were locked in.
"What?" You replied in shock. Did he speak to you?
"Here. Take these. You seemed in a bit of trouble there."
"Oh. Ah thank you."
He just smiled in response. Dimples. He has dimples. Cute.
"I'm Kim Namjoon, by the way." He offered his hand. You took it immediately and told him your name.
You were about to turn back but he spoke up again. "Physics major, senior year. And you?"
"English major. Senior year." You replied.
"Mrs. Yu's class?"
"Yeah."
"Oh same. I'm in her class too."
"Really? I never saw you there."
"Well you do tend to get immersed in you notebook the moment you take your seat, forgetting to eve look at your surrounding." He joked with a light laugh. It was pretty.
"Oh." You got a little red faced, it's not like you meant to ingnore him, or anyone, but still you laughed along with him"I'll try to be more attentive maybe? I should be going now. See you at class maybe?"
"Yeah. Sure." And with that you returned back to your apartment to start another twenty eight pages of reading.
—
Just when you thought you forgot about the incident at store and the guy with dimples. You saw him again.
And again you were struggling and he had to come rescue you. Only this time you were trying to collect your papers that you oh so graciously dropped on the floor.
"Hey, you alright?" You saw a shadow just above you. You looked up, staring directly at the concern filled brown eyes belonging to none other than Namjoon.
"Yeah." You quickly replied and continued collecting the papers.
He squat down beside you and started helping. "You sure? It looked a pretty hard fall." Oh yeah, with those papers, you managed to drop yourself on the floor too.
He just had to be the one seeing all this. Great. You just ruined your image in front of one of the cutest guy you've ever seen.
After all of the mess was under control you broke the silence, "so, where were you headed?"
"Just the library. Can't put off the English assignment any longer."
"Oh, same. Haven't finished it either?"
"Nope." He said and then a little hesitantly, "Maybe we can go and work on it together? I mean if you want to..."
"I think that would be a good idea. I would really appreciate some push. Let's go." You agreed because honestly you were going to fall asleep if you were left alone and you definitely wouldn't mind some company.
Namjoon proved to be a pretty good study partner. He was helpful and cracked some jokes from time to time so you were never bored either. You have to admit, you actually enjoyed his company.
—
You can't focus on chemistry anymore. Why did you even chose this subject in the first place!? It was a Wednesday, not a day you usually go for your snacks refill. But you really needed some energy right now if you had any hopes of surviving Chemistry.
You entered the store and went straight to the snack racks. You were about to turn around when you heard a familiar voice.
Namjoon. And...
The store worker.
"Are you seriously going to do this every other day now?" She said with an annoyed tone. It was the girl who usually manned the counters.
"You can't tolerate this tiny inconvenience for your friend?" It was Namjoon and he was...
Wait why was he moving the honey butter chips on the top rack?
"Just pass me the packets, will you?" She just sighed and did as was told.
"You know, instead of doing this, maybe you could tell her that you like her and just ask her out like a normal person?" She said. Suddenly, everything hit you at once, the sudden change in snack location and some of the other incidents. It made sense. This guy liked you?
You quietly went near the blonde haired girl and tapped her shoulder, putting a finger on your lips. She quickly caught up to the situation and handed you the chip packets and left.
All the while Namjoon was busy in his own world, "You know how I can be. I don't know if she likes me or not. She didn't even noticed me until what? four days ago?" Six days. "What if she had rejected me?" Namjoon was blabbering all the while you were silently handing him the packets. "This was the only way I knew how to make my existence known and maybe start a friendship? I got tired of just glancing at her from across the class room and here at the shop when she would come every other day-" Namjoon halted.
He had reached for the last packet while talking and when you didn't released it, keeping a tight grip, he turned around.
Marbles. That's the only way you can describe his wide and beautiful eyes right now as the pale ceiling light hit his orbs just right.
He was shocked and maybe mortified. Were you going to stop talking to him now? Or worse hate him?
You didn't uttered a word and just turned around.
After a few steps you stop and looked over your shoulder. He was still staring at you with wide eyes. You almost laughed.
"Did you know the sunset looks really beautiful from the park near the art building. We might be able to catch it if we start moving now." You said nonchalantly. Then added "Maybe we can share these too." You shook the packet in your hand and started walking towards the cash counter.
After a moment of freezing up, Namjoon finally came to his senses and followed you out with a sheepish smile on his face.
You two exited with you having a suppressed grin on your face and him with a cheeky smile on his face as the wind ruffled his hair.
—
Really, the sunset was beautiful. But maybe less than what had started blooming between the two of you on that day.
