The Predator’s Den; RM x Reader

Pairing;; Namjoon x Fem!Reader

Word Count;; 3.4k

Genre;; Smut 

Warnings;; 

Summary;; 

Main Masterlist || BTS Masterlist

   Your eyes locked with his. They were deep and smooth like melted chocolate, but there was a hidden danger lurking within them and it sent a shiver down your spine. Not only were they warm and inviting, much like the glistening ocean on a hot summer day, but there was a ferocity behind them that sought to drag you down within their depths. It was interesting, the sort of thing you didn’t see everyday, and you found yourself drawn to the man and his mysterious, enticing eyes. They were beckoning you. They had to be - men don’t just stare at you like that unless they want something.

   You knew it was a trap. Every inch of your being knew it was. There was something ravenous and animalistic behind his gaze. His gaze that never faltered, focused on nothing except you. He had been searching for something, or rather someone, and his eyes decided to rest on you. He had been on the prowl for most of the night but now you held his full attention. There was no doubt about it; he was a predator and he had chosen you as his prey.

   You were intrigued to say the least.

Letters To Santa;; KNJ

Day Four Of The KPOP Christmas Drabble Challenge

RM x Reader

Word Count;; 700

Genre;; Angst

Summary;; 

Main Masterlist || BTS Masterlist

   Darling,

   today has been long.

   Though my day is nowhere near through,

   thoughts of you help me through it.

   If you're struggling,

   I hope you'll think of me,

   and smile again.

   Your loving husband, Namjoon.

Namjoon x You || Drabble

Namjoon looked exhausted as he watched his younger bandmates bounce around the room, their energy boundless and unlimited. He knew he should get up and tell them to calm down, that they were annoying their hyungs and the staff, but his warning would only last for so long before they’d be at it once again.

When his eyes met yours, you could see the despair and desperation clear as day. Biting back a chuckle, you crossed the room, avoiding a collision with the maknae by just an inch, but otherwise reaching his side with ease. He sighed before patting the seat next to him on the large couch. Falling into the embrace of the soft cushions, you poked the rapper’s side, your expression sincere yet grave.

“It must be hard.”

“It is,” he frowned, rubbing his temples, a light tint on his cheeks whenever he met your burning, attentive gaze.

“But there’s a plus side, you know.”

“Please, enlighten me.”

“Ladies love a guy who’s good with kids. With this much experience, you’ll have them lined up around the block.”

His strained groan was enough to push you over the edge and send you into a laughing fit.