Bangtan Stories / BTS Oneshots

Let Me

~~SMUT WARNING~~

Over the years, it became a tradition for the boys to spend the night before their world tours with their families. So you spent the day hanging out with the guys eating, swimming, and lounging around. As evening neared, you sent them off with goodbyes so they could spend the evening with their families. You had said goodbye to all except Namjoon. His parents had to leave town early, so he spent the night before with them. He offered to help you clean up, which you greatly appreciated. However, he was now refusing to let you do anything.

"Come on, Namjoon," you said, trying again to convince him to let you help as you stood at the kitchen island.

"I said I'd get it." He entered the kitchen with a bunch of dirty dishes bringing them to the sink.

"I know, but you should be resting and not cleaning up my house. You're the one with a tour starting, not me." You told him as you leaned on the island and faced his back.

"Yes, it is your house. But you spent the whole day cleaning and getting ready for us to come over. Plus, I can rest on the plane." He said to you as he started washing the dishes.

"If I would've known that this is what you meant by helping me clean up, I would have kicked you out of the house and locked the door." You mumbled. Namjoon's shoulders shook with laughter.

"As entertaining as that would have been, that's the reason I didn't tell you." He shook his head, still laughing.

"At least let me dry the dishes." You reached for the towel, only for Namjoon to snatch it away before you could touch it. "Oh, come on! Let me do something! Please!" you whined.

"You really can't stand it, can you?" Namjoon asked as he finished the dishes and turned around to face you, crossing his arms across his chest.

"Stand what?" You questioned, raising an eyebrow at him.

"You can't stand that someone wanted to do something nice for you." He stood there looking at you, giving you that Namjoon look. The look he gets when he's thinking, the clenched jaw lips firmly set look.

"I don't know what you're talking about," you stated defensively, your own arms crossing. "I don't have a problem with people doing things for me."

"Is that so?" Namjoon asked as he raised an eyebrow. "Then would you like to explain why you waited until all of us were busy to start the cleaning and the cooking? We told you we would help." You just stared at him. You didn't want them to worry about helping; they had more important things to do.

"I told you I could do it myself, and I did." At that, Namjoon let out a small chuckle and licked his lips. Which, of course, drew your attention to them. Your eyes seemed to have a mind of their own, taking in the man standing in front of you. They moved from his lips, down his neck to his exposed collarbone, to his chest that was covered in the tank top, to his arms that were still crossed, causing his muscles to pop out, to his hands.

"Hey!" Namjoon said, causing you to jump a little. "You okay? You spaced out for a bit." He asked as you tried to make eye contact with him again and pull yourself together. "How long has it been?" Your attention was back on him.

"How long has what been?" You asked, confused by his sudden question.

"How long has it been since you let someone do something for you? How long has it been since you let someone take care of you?" He uncrossed his arms and placed his hands on the counter on either side of him as he waited for your answer.

"You just....." Namjoon held his hand up, stopping you.

"That's not what I meant." He pushed himself off of the counter to stand. "How long has it been since you allowed someone to take care of your needs?" He moved towards you, stopping in front of you.

"About a year." You admit once you processed his question. "Besides, I don't..." this time, he interrupted you with a finger to your lips.

"Taking care of yourself is all fine and well. But sometimes it's better to have someone that will take care of you." He said removing his finger from your lips to cup your cheek. "Let me take care of you." He slowly leaned towards you and placed his lips on yours.

You reached up, placing one of your hands on the back of his neck. Namjoon smiled into the kiss as his own hand moved to your waist, bringing you closer. Your hand moved higher, your fingers running through his hair pulling him closer, deepening the kiss.

Namjoon's hand moved from your cheek, making its way down your neck, slightly grazing your boob before it stopped just below your ass on your upper thigh. The other hand migrated from your waist to your ass, giving it a slight squeeze before coming to rest your upper thigh. Your free hand held onto his arm as Namjoon lifted you onto the island countertop.

You wrapped your legs around his waist as Namjoon placed one hand at the small of your back, bringing you two even closer together. His other hand was on your waist, making its way under the hem of your shirt. The touch of his hand on your bare skin made you gasp. Namjoon took that as his opportunity to start trailing kisses from the corner of your mouth, over your cheek and jaw, and down your neck, not stopping until he found the right spot on your neck. He started kissing and sucking on your neck and making you grip his hair tighter as a moan escaped your lips.

Both of his hands were now working their way up to your shirt so that he could remove it. Once removed, he took off his own and returned his lips to your body.

"Namjoon?" You asked as he made his way back to your lips. "You didn't stay just to help me clean up, did you?"

Namjoon's face stopped in front of you as he looked you in the eyes. "Not really. I did want to help you clean up. I also really wanted to show you how much you mean to me. But this?" He said as he looked at your bodies close together, "I didn't plan this."

You didn't let him say anymore as you kissed him. You were ready. Ready for Namjoon to show you just how much you mean to him and to let him take care of you.

~~END~~