BTS Mexican oneshots

Namjoon x reader: EL ARROZ!

There is going to be a little bit of the good good so read at your own risk.

It's been a tiring day. First you had to go with your tias to make her a doctor's appointment because she spoke no English what so ever, then you had to go to your mother's because she wanted help setting up her phone, now you gotta get home and clean the house, because knowing your boyfriend Namjoon, he most likely destroyed things instead of cleaning them, not only that, but she has to cook for the two of you. It's exhausting.

Y/n arrived home, opening the door with a long sigh, throwing her bag on the side of the hall as she staggered to the kitchen, where she saw namjoon cleaning up what appears to be a broken glass cup. He looked up at her innocently."Hey, um sorry babe, I promise I'll replace it." He said, as he threw away the glass shards in the trash. She merely shrugged and waddled over to him, resting her head on his chest "It's ok Mi Amor." She muttered tiredly.

Namjoon raised an eyebrow at his beloved girlfriend, wrapping his arms around her "You ok?" He said in a loving voice."Si, nomas que, freaking mi mama keeps calling me y diciendo me que I should visit her more often because she gave luz to me and I'm a Nina mala if I don't, that and my Tia keeps telling me to go to Zumba con ella so I can work out with her because I'm a gordita and-"

"Babe, you're Spanglish ranting again." Namjoon cut off her rant. She looked up at him with pursed lips "Mmm pues." She said leaving the comfort of his arms "I need to cook, so vete." she said as she rolled up the sleeves of her sweater and started bringing out ingredients for some arroz con pollo. Namjoon nodded and left the kitchen, deciding to do a little something-something with her.

~tiny time skip~

Y/n was almost finished cooking. She turned off the fire for the chicken and stirred the rice. "Un poco mas." She muttered as she covered the lid on the rice.

"AMOR! COME INTO THE ROOM REAL QUICK!" Namjoon yelled out from inside their room. Y/n sighed and walked over to their room "Que queries?" She yelled back as she walked into her room, the scene in front of her surprising her. There were dimly lit candles, rose petals on the floor and their bed, most music playing in the back, and Namjoon standing in the middle of all it. you know that cliche romantic night setting that's kinda cringy but cute at the same time.

"Ay, joonie. Eres un angel" She said and walked over to him, engulfing him in a hug.

"Anything for mi Amor." He said in a husky voice that honestly sounded super hot, like damn!

Namjoon went over to his laptop and played some guitar music (I recommend playing the video.)
He walked over, placing his hand on her waist, and the other holding hers, instantly their bodies started moving to the beat of the music. Their hips rubbing against each other, their daring eyes looking into one another as they moved. Although Namjoon isn't the best dancer in BTS, he wasn't half bad at dancing with y/n.

At some point in the dance, His arms wrap around her back and in one gentle pull their skin touch. She felt his hand in her hair, how he loves the softness, watching it tumble as he releases it. Then his hand moves down her cheekbones to her lips. That's when the kissing starts and they start to move like partners in a dance that is written in their DNA. Their bodies fit together as if they were made just for this, to fall into one another, to feel this natural rhythm. With a laugh he lifts y/n right off her feet, carrying her toward the bed, letting her fall with a soft bounce on the mattress. the two lock eyes for just a moment, just enough for them to feel safe with one another. Then he's all business, undoing her jeans, pulling them off, kissing from her toes upward, slowly, his hands on her legs, always just a little higher than the kisses. she felt her back arch in anticipation, knowing where his fingers will soon reach. Her head rocks back against the pillow as he does, the first moan escaping her lips. It was a burning sensation with every touch...or...is that a smell? What is that burning smell? It's not the chicken so...

"EL ARROZ!" Y/n yelled out, pushing Namjoon off her before he went any further, running into the kitchen and turning off the stove, barely managing to save the rice. "Ay, Dios mio." she sighed as she walked back into her room, where she saw a confused namjoon sitting on the bed.

"Ok you can continue now." She said as she laid back on the bed as if nothing happened, but this didn't bother Namjoon what so ever, he's ok with whatever, as long as he gets his daily dose of his little Mexican girlfriend.

It's ok I'm Mexican.