BTS Oneshots - Taking Requests

Night call - Namjoon Ver. (Smut)

3 a.m. is the worst hour for Kim Namjoon.

He looks at the loading screen with distaste in his eyes. Maybe he shouldn't be bothering his lovely girlfriend right now, but he knows she's awake. It's not exactly like her to, well, sleep. She takes naps and sleeps a few hours, but she's always up working on something or listening to music or even playing games. This little Skype call he's doing he hopes will help him out. Help him with his little problem. Actually it's a uh big problem, but that's besides the point.

When the screen finally loads, the first thing Namjoon sees is a mess of hair and led lights fading between colors. "Morning babe," his girlfriend greets.

"Good morning beautiful," he purrs out, giving her a charming look through his dragon eyes. "Still not sleeping?" he asks, though it sounds like more of a statement.

"Still not sleeping," she confirms with a tired nod.

"But you look tired my love, get some rest, I'll call you back later."

"I'm not stupid y'know," she suddenly interjects. Huh?

"Well I don't know about that, you're dating me," he cheekily replies.

She playfully rolls her pretty eyes. Funny, he's made those eyes roll before. "I mean I know why you're calling at 3 a.m."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Namjoon tries, but her unconvinced eyes tell him she knows.

"Okay then scoot back."

"Huh?" he questions.

"Scoot back and let me see your pants Mr. Kim." Oh shit now she's saying Mr. Kim? Two can play this game.

"How about this, I'll scoot back if you take off your pants."

"I should've known that was coming," she mumbles. But to his surprise she actually obeys, tossing them away. She's sitting on her bed right now, the led lights illuminating her gorgeous features. Holy shit. Okay what the fuck is going on right now, Namjoon can't see his vision is so blurred. She's the most attractive woman he's ever laid his eyes on. He'll never get tired of staring at her beautiful face and body.

He scoots back as she requested, her snickering at the sight. "You really can't wait, huh?" she inquires. He doesn't bother replying. She already knows the answer. So, he takes off his shirt to tease her more, glancing back to make sure his door is locked before connecting his wireless earbuds to his laptop. "Hm, that's what I thought," she whispers in that familiar teasing tone of hers. He adores it. The way she can play off him and maintain a confidence very few can match. It's attractive to say the least.

Speaking of attractive, he gives her a better view of his shirtless self, shamelessly scanning her up and down. She mimics his actions. He can't complain, her gorgeous eyes moving up and down his body has him shivering. He likes to think that he's the dom in the relationship (but he's definitely not as Y/n will say), but her gaze always has him under her complete control.

"Take them off," she commands. He's quick to give in to her desires, unbuckling his belt and tossing it away. He winces at the 'clink' sound it makes, knowing that the boys might hear it. Maybe they'll hear everything. He almost snickers at the thought, but manages to hold it back. Soon enough his pants and underwear are on the ground, the woman on the other side of the screen leaning back to observe him. He doesn't need to be in the room to see how satisfied she is.

"Is this what's been keeping you up all night?" she asks in that alluring tone of hers. He bites back a remark and instead traces his thumb up his base to his tip, staring at her the entire time. Her left eye twitches. Ha, got her. Got a small amount of control back. Even the tiniest bit excites him. It fills his veins to the brim with more joy than he can begin to describe. Based on the way her eyes light up, she enjoys this too.