feelings || bts x top!male reader imagines (republished)

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| Namjoon ; Fluff |

You woke up, Namjoon's sleeping face being the first one you see and it immediately pulls out a smile on your face. You placed a palm against his cheek, stroking it delicately with your thumb. You propped your head on one of your hand, your elbow against the mattress, still staring at your loving boyfriend.

You enjoyed staring at his face, almost jumping when he spoke up, his eyes still closed, "It's rude to stare, you know?"

You chuckled, leaning close to him and he finally opens his eyes, smiling at you, you smiled back, "I wasn't staring."

Namjoon moved closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you close to him, "Mhm, you weren't."

You wrapped your arms around his waist too, wanting to get close to him as possible, "Yeah, I was just admiring how cute and handsome my boyfriend is."

You felt him bury his face on your chest, feeling his face get warm, "Is my baby boy blushing now?" You teased, groaning when he lightly hit your chest with his fist.

"I'm not blushing." He whines.

You chuckled, pulling his face away from your chest and cupping his cheeks with both your hands to give his face kisses. Namjoon grinned, kissing you back once you finally placed your lips on his. You rolled over so now you were hovering above him, his hands running through your hair as you continue to kiss.

You pulled away, leaning down to place feather like kisses down his chin to his jaw, before finally going to his neck. Sucking hickeys on the soft skin, having him moaning your name that sounded music to your ears. You pulled away, loving the hickeys placed on his neck. You looked up at Namjoon, smirking as he pants, his face flushed red.

You got back to giving him a sloppy kiss which he immediately reacted back, you pulled away once again, raising his shirt until it got off of his body. You leaned down and started kissing all over his chest, going down to his stomach and his abdomen, about to go lower when the door bell rand loudly.

You raised your head to look at him in confusion, he sits up, hiding his face in his large hands, "I might or may not have invited the boys over." He whispers but you still heard it.

You laughed when he muttered a small "sorry", "No, baby, it's fine. It can wait later, but," You smirked, whispering against his ear, "Don't expect me to be gentle later."