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Elevator (PART 1)
This is my first time writing fanfiction ('cause writing on Wattpad at twelve years old doesn't count, right?) so take it easy on me, pls. Also, wanted to point out that English is not my first language, you are most likely going to find thousen grammar errors here, I apologize.
Pairing: Namjoon (RM) x OC
Summary: Namjoon meets Nabi for the first time.
Word Count: 1103
Warnings: None
Nabi took a sip of her coffee. The old coffee machine, on the second floor, still had the worst coffee in the entire building, watered down and sour. However, it was the only place where she could take it in peace, without having Jack, the cameraman, hooked to her side.
“Bibi! Bibi!” Elsie exclaimed drawing her friend's attention.
Nabi saw the girl gliding toward her and inevitably crashing into her right arm before she could move. The dark concoction splashed onto her white shirt and Elsie's blonde hair.
“Watch out!” She said even though it was too late.
“Oh, I'm so sorry…” the blonde answered, before starting to quickly remove napkins from the napkin holder on the small aluminum table next to the coffee machine. “Did you hear?”
“Hear what?” She questioned, snatching the ball of napkins from her colleague's hand.
“BTS”
“Hum?”
“BTS” Elsie repeated, her voice higher than usual, excited as a teenager. “They’ve already arrived.” She continued while Nabi rubbed her shirt frustrated.
She made an affirmative sound. She didn’t understand Elsie's euphoria over a boy band, her friend was almost thirty, too old to make such a scandal... of course if instead of BTS it was the Jonas Brothers, who Nabi was crazy about in her teenage years, she would also be jumping from side to side like a schoolgirl.
“Well, they are going to appear on the show today…” she replied not very impressed. “Maybe if you meet Bella in the makeup room, she'll let you stay and say hi.”
“I asked her before. They will bring their own staff, they will do their makeup.”
“Oh, well…” Nabi tossed the tissues in the bin, still staring at her shirt. She had no idea if the coffee stains would go away, but knowing how bad it was, she for sure would have to end up throwing the shirt away after only wearing it once. “Why do I feel like you're asking me for something…” she mumbled when she saw Elsie's sad puppy face.
“You could ask for an assistant... being the translator is tough work, the big boss will understand that you might need help” the blonde pleaded, clasping her hands.
"Elsie..." Nabi muttered when she heard footsteps approaching "That is too much to ask"
Just after that, a young man appeared holding a stack of papers and misplaced headphones. He hadn’t worked at the company for long, maybe a couple of months, everyone knew him though, but Nabi never managed to remember his name.
"You are the translator right?" The boy asked pointing at her with a pen "Ben has been waiting for you for ten minutes"
Nabi nodded and started to walk towards the elevator as she took her phone out of the back pocket of her jeans. 10:15 am. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…”
When she came out of Ben's dressing room fifteen minutes later, Nabi was exhausted. Keeping her mouth shut had never been one of her talents, besides that man would make anyone lose their patience. It was one thing to scold her and quite another to try to humiliate her.
“As the host of the show, I can't allow there to be such unprofessional workers." He had told her even though that had been the first time that Nabi had been late. "You know how many people out there are capable of translating a couple of words as you do..." He continued, trying to impress the young makeup artist, who was trying to contain a giggle.
By then it was too late to entertain herself looking for a top that would fit her, so she grabbed the first shirt she found and got back into the elevator. Inside was a man whom she only politely greeted without giving him a single glance. The ride was short, but the elevator was old and had broken down a few times in the past month, so it was slow enough for Nabi to change her top before the doors opened. She heard a slight sound as if the man had opened his mouth to say something but closed it immediately when he saw her unbutton her shirt. Nabi didn’t care too much, she had only been at work for a few hours and the day had felt too long, besides she had never been too modest. She looked at her reflection in the mirror. The shirt was too tight and thin, her bra could be seen through the fabric but at least it was not stained. She sighed and met the eyes of the man, who was staring at her, through the mirror. Nabi's eyes widened, recognizing him. He was one of the BTS guys, she had no idea what his name was but she had seen enough videos to know that he was one of the rappers.
"I, uh ... I, well ..." She didn't know what to say, if it had been anyone else, she wouldn't have bothered to say anything, but he was one of the guests on the show and it already had enough bad reviews. "My shirt was stained" she explained in Korean hoping that was enough for him not to tell.
"I see" The rapper answered sweetly when he saw the girl's sudden anguish.
The doors opened, Nabi bowed, as her grandmother had taught her, and the boy did the same before she hurried out.
“Jesus Christ, can the day be any worse?” She murmured to herself as she hurried down the hall.
In fact, it could. At eleven o'clock they had started recording videos of small sketches that would come out throughout the week. Nabi had stayed off-camera, translating every word said, and unlike how relaxed she normally felt she couldn't stop moving uncomfortably. The boy's eyes, RM as he had introduced himself before starting, were constantly on her as were those of the other boys. She couldn't decide if it was because of the elevator scene, the shirt that wasn't her size, or the constant rocking from side to side.
They then had a lunch break and the boys did not return until late in the afternoon. By then Nabi had changed, eaten, and calmed down. Her strange behavior was due to her feeling susceptible after talking to Ben. She wasn't used to making mistakes.
"Good job, girl," the director said to her when Ben's interview with BTS was over.
Nabi took off her headphones and set them on the table. "Thanks" she replied as the man tapped her lightly on the shoulder. No one said anything else. BTS performed a couple of songs and the show ended.
Elevator (PART 2)
This is my first time writing fanfiction ('cause writing on Wattpad at twelve years old doesn't count, right?) so take it easy on me, pls. Also, wanted to point out that English is not my first language, you are most likely going to find thousen grammar errors here, I apologize.
Pairing: Namjoon (RM) x OC
Summary: Namjoon meets Nabi for the first time.
Word Count: 2025
Warnings: Smut, fingering, masturbation, vaginal sex, protected sex, explicit content, public sex, bathroom sex.
Elsie and Nabi left the building a little later than usual. They managed to dodge Jack and made their way to the small Korean restaurant a couple of blocks away.
"Unni" Nabi called the girl who was heading to the kitchen when both friends entered the restaurant.
"Ah, YA! Don't come at me with unnie now.” Choo-Hee said approaching them. "Where have you been these days?"
"I've been working hard" She replied trying to impersonate an old man.
"You better, young lady" The waitress teased in the same way, whipping her gently with a rag. "I didn't raise you to wander"
"I hate when you speak Korean, it makes me feel left out," Elsie complained.
"Well then, learn," Choo-Hee scolded. "So many k-dramas should be good for something. Anyway, two bottles of soju, right?"
The two nodded and went to sit at the table Choo-Hee indicated. When the young woman returned to the table, two bottles in hand, the tinkling of the doorbells made the three of them turn their heads.
A large group of people entered the restaurant, all of them Asian. Nabi could feel Elsie's hand gripping her wrist tightly before the blonde girl bit back a cry of emotion. She pulled her hand away, freeing herself from the grip, as her eyes ran from face to face. She had never seen so many Koreans together in her hometown and less in the neighborhood where Choo-hee's family restaurant was located.
“BTS” Elsie muttered.
“What?”
Her eyes met the elevator guy. A strange sensation ran through Nabi's body, RM made her nervous, probably because of the scene she had caused earlier that day, but again she wasn’t someone bashful, still, she felt that way.
"It is destiny, definitely!" Elsie said in a gasp. "I couldn't meet them earlier" she explained to Choo-hee, who looked ready to start jumping at the sight of so many customers. "I was so disappointed! But now ... look at them! Should I go and get an autograph or a photo or ...?”
"DON’T!" Nabi said too loudly. "I mean ... let them be, okay? They probably just want to dine in peace, Elsie."
Choo-hee had run towards the group, not hearing a single word from Elsie, drawing the attention of all those people. Nabi sighed in relief, they probably wouldn't recognize her even if they saw her, she thought, but there was no need to risk it and make a fool of herself.
"Hi!" She suddenly heard.
She could see Elsie turn red, before turning and meeting one of the guys. J-Hope. Nabi had smiled when he had introduced himself on the show saying "I'm your hope, you're my hope, I'm J-HOPE!" With his broken English, that and his constant smile had made her find him someone really nice and friendly, despite not having really talked to him.
“Annyeonghaseyo” she replied, bowing.
"What a surprise," said J-Hope, with Jimin behind him. "Thank you very much for being a translator before, RapMon is very grateful, he is the one who translates what we are asked in interviews, usually".
"Yes" Jimin continued. "We couldn't thank you before. Your translations were almost instantaneous."
"Well ... thanks" Nabi replied, somewhat overwhelmed.
No guest had ever thanked her for her work and in fact, that they did took some weight off her shoulders.
“You haven't eaten anything yet, have you?" Jimin asked. "Would you like to join us?"
At the same time, J-Hope tried to ask Elsie "You ... uh, eat, eat with us?"
“Ah, n…”
“YES!”
An awkward silence and a couple of looks later Nabi nodded, with a forced smile "Sure".
Both boys nodded and led the way to the large table that Choo-hee was preparing. She tugged on Elsie's arm, bringing their sides together.
"What is wrong with you?" She whispered, not knowing which of those people could really understand her in English. "The one with brown hair has seen me before" Elsie gave her a confused look, not understanding. Of course, he had seen her. "In the elevator. I changed my shirt in the elevator, he basically saw me half-naked" Nabi explained. "It's awkward now."
"You guys remember Nabi, right? The translator," J-Hope said before Elsie could answer.
"Yeah, we've asked her and her friend to join us," Jimin continued, turning to Elsie. "Name? Your name?
"Elsie"
All the boys greet them in the American style, giving them a little hug, and some of the staff also approached, even though most of them stuck to the general greeting. Elsie quickly started a conversation with Jin, who tried to understand everything she was saying and answer in the best way possible.
“Where did you learn Korean?" J-Hope asked, sitting across from her. "You speak it very well, normally it is obvious when a foreigner speaks it, but I would never have said that you were if I hadn’t seen you"
“Ah well ... my grandmother is Korean, I spent a lot of time with her when I was younger”
The conversation led them to talk about Korea, how much they missed it, and the food, their families… The atmosphere was calm, everyone was talking and eating cheerfully, but Nabi couldn't quite relax. She and Namjoon had ended up sitting next to each other, despite her attempts to get as far away as possible. And during dinner, they had started some kind of foreplay touching leg to leg, hand to hand, with deliberate yet casual moves.
Nabi ended up excusing herself to go to the bathroom. She could feel the wetness in her lower body sticking to her panties giving her an awkward feeling that she wanted to clean up before anyone knew it.
The restroom was small and the only one in the restaurant, so she was not surprised when someone knocked on the door.
"One moment," she said loudly enough for the person outside to hear her.
It was unusual for her to be so turned on for so little as she was a teenager. They had only touched their hands under the table, come on! Nabi thought looking at herself in the mirror. She fixed her long dark hair before opening the door.
On the other side, Namjoon was leaning against the wall and stood up straight when he saw her. The two stood still, looking at the other. Nabi could see the young man's eyes run across her face, through her round dark eyes, to her upturned nose and her full lips. She found herself doing the same thing as she stepped back, inviting him to enter the small space. He closed the door behind him and locked it. She felt like her body understood, before her brain, what was happening and what was going to happen. They brought their lips together in a passionate and needy kiss. Namjoon pinned her to the wall, feeling her breasts pressing against his chest. The girl's arms wrapped around his neck stroking his hair and back. He could feel her taut nipples through her clothes rubbing against his body. His hands caressed her back as he inhaled her essence and felt her body against it. He could not help but observe that her body fit perfectly against his. He was already erect and she could feel his cock straining against his pants on her belly. The thought that he had a hard-on because of her made her lust for him grow more. He kissed her lower lip, his hands by her waist. "Mmmmmh" Nabi moaned approvingly.
She sucked his tongue, moaning some more. His hands were caressing her harder and had moved down to her beautiful ass. His hands grabbed her soft voluptuous ass cheeks and squeezed gently. Namjoon picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He pushed his erection against her crotch, one, two, three times as if he was fucking her. Despite the fabric of their jeans, they both felt the pleasure of friction. Nabi threw her head back, giving him a chance to attack her neck. He let go of her and turned her around and made her face the mirror on the wall. He stood behind her and kissed her neck again, his hard cock poking her soft ass like the barrel of a gun. He knew they did not have much time on their hands, lest someone came into the restroom. He unbuttoned some of the buttons on her shirt, exposing her dark bra, under Nabi's watchful eye. Her hands ran up his thighs to his ass like she was hugging him, as his hands covered her breasts.
"You want it?" Namjoon asked, finding her eyes in the mirror still with his lips pressed to her neck.
Nabi nodded slightly, lost in the feel of his lips. That was enough. Sill from behind, he unzipped her jeans and lowered them along with her underwear. Namjoon put two of his fingers inside her mouth. Sucking them Nabi pulled her ass back, ready for him to insert them into her wet pussy. He penetrated her with his fingers, stretching her walls, preparing her, at a maddening rhythm. Nabi grabbed onto the counter of the sink to stay upright. It wasn't long before her walls began to contract against Namjoon's fingers. With a quick movement, he pulled away, took out his wallet and put a condom on the counter. Nabi watched as he pulled his erect cock out of his shorts and covered it with the latex. His fingers found her clit before his other hand guide his erection toward her entrance.
“Ah” she moaned.
"No, baby," Namjoon said, lifting her up to meet her back with his torso. "They’ll hear us"
He continued to pound into her, stroking her clit gently, as she kissed his neck and lips. Her walls clench again milking him, driving him crazy. His seed spilled in the condom moments after Nabi let go, having an orgasm that shook her entire body.
Neither of them moved, holding each other, enjoying the pleasure that was fading.
Nabi entered the kitchen through the back door. Cho-hee looked at her before leaving but didn't say anything, she was the only person in the kitchen, apart from the girl who did the dishes, but it didn't matter too much because she had the headphones on and didn't pay any attention to her. She leaned against the door and smiled. Namjoon had helped her clean up and they had had a little conversation. She had the need to tell him what had happened wasn't something she would usually do. She was not easy, she had only slept with two boys before and they had both been her partners. He reassured her, it was not something he normally did either, although Nabi doubted it since he carried a condom in his wallet. She waited five minutes before going out and sitting in her seat.
Some of the boys, sitting nearby, looked at her. Nabi knew they knew, even when they had separated and gone to the table at different times it was obvious. She felt shy, apparently, all the embarrassment she had never felt before had decided to appear that day. She kept her attention on her plate, acting as normal as she could, for the rest of dinner.
When everyone was ready to leave, Nabi approached Elsie. She didn't speak a word of Korean, but she had managed to have a conversation with Jin and a girl from the staff.
"Elsie, let's go"
"Yes, wait," she replied, turning to ask Jin for a photo.
Nabi walked to the bar, where Cho-hee was keeping the money in the register. Namjoon approached when he saw her alone. Before, he hadn’t had time to ask for her phone number and wanted to do it before leaving, but Cho-hee was ahead of him.
"Bibi, can you go throw out the trash? The other girl is still with the dishes and I have to do this" She said. "Grandma is long gone and I need a ride home too"
"Sure"
When she returned everyone was saying goodbye and Elsie ran to the bathroom.
"Your little bitch" Cho-hee said jokingly. "Explain everything to me"
Physical compensation
This is my first time writing fanfiction (‘cause writing on Wattpad at twelve years old doesn’t count, right?) so take it easy on me, pls. Also, wanted to point out that English is not my first language, you are most likely going to find thousands of grammar errors here, I apologize.
Pairing: Taehyung x OC
Summary: Taehyung and Florence spend some quality time together before meeting Jimin and Gabin.
Word Count: 1696
Warnings: Smut, oral sex, voyeurism, intercourse, creampie, aftercare
OoOo (오넷) - Closer
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Florence checked her reflection on the mirror before opening the door to Taehyung. He smiled at her. It had been a week since they last saw each other and her heart raced at the sight of him as if that was their first date.
“Hey, you!” Tae said, wrapped in Len’s arms. “I didn’t expect such an effusive greeting” he continued, bending down a little to press his lips against hers.
“It’s. Been. A. Week. Since. I. Last. Saw. You” Len explained, giving him a peck after each word. “Besides, I’m going to meet your best friend and his girlfriend for the first time. I’m freaking out, ok? Anxiety does weird things to me”.
“Waaa, Len-ah! You should have told me before that getting nervous would make you throw yourself into my arms and kiss me so much” He said speaking in satoori.
Florence punched him on the arm jokingly and pulled him into the apartment, not even letting him take off his shoes. Determined to spend some quality time alone, Taehyung had arranged to meet Jimin and his girlfriend Gabin an hour later. There was no denying that he had missed her. Much. But his trip to Japan with the members had been great, even ARMY commented on how happy he looked lately.
“How did it go?” Florence asked, guiding him toward the small sofa.
“Great. But I already told you that.” Taehyung replied, taking off his shoes. “How was your presentation?”
“Well… Amazingly well actually” She said straightening her back. Strands of her long, wavy brown hair fell forward as she placed her arms between her crossed legs to lean toward him.“Sunbae is delighted with my idea. Any day now, my banner and my - well our - slogan will be everywhere, I feel it.”
“It’s all yours,” Taehyung muttered, gently tucking Len’s hair behind her ear. “The slogan, I mean”
The girl smiled. They hadn’t been together for too long, yet she felt closer to Taehyung than she had ever felt with any of her ex-boyfriends. They hadn’t even said “I love you” to each other. Florence could have told him, she had fallen in love with him quickly and passionately —like all artists do or at least that’s what her mother would have told her — but she had decided to wait until she was completely sure and that it was not a temporary infatuation.
It wasn’t.
Taehyun looked at her as she looped one leg over his, sitting on his lap. “What a relief” she said slowly. “I couldn’t have paid you the royalties”.
“Lucky you,” Tae replied, dragging his hands from her knees to her waist. “However, I wouldn’t object some physical compensation”
“I see”
Their lips met, Len moved her lips slowly against Taehyung’s, in the same rhythm as her hips rocked back and forth brushing their crotches.
“Bed” She murmured, getting up from his lap. Her room was only separated from the living room / kitchen by a small white bookcase that wanted to give the feeling of separation between those spaces.
Len went to the desk in front of the bed, and left her phone there playing some soft and sensual music. Taehyung came closer, as she set it up. Resting his lips on the girl’s neck and the tip of his nose brushing her earlobe.
“So pretty,” he said running his hands from her shoulders to her collarbones and down, between her breasts. “So fucking sexy” he continued as he cupped them on his big hands.
Florence took a step to the side, exposing the two of them in front of the mirror that covered the small space between the corner of the room and the window. It hadn’t taken her long to realize that Taehyung liked being able to see what he was doing to her, almost as if he was watching an erotic movie. And she couldn’t lie, being able to see made her even more horny.
“What do we have here” his voice deep and slow as he unfastened the buttons of her crop top and lower the cups of her bra, leaving her breasts exposed beautifully held by the piece of clothing.
“Whatever you want, I can make it happen” Taehyung sang completely covering the sweet and slow voice of the singer.
His hands roamed her breasts, stroking them, squeezing them, playing with her nipples. Florence closed her eyes, feeling the tips of his fingers. His lips found her neck again, leaving little wet kisses. Her skin got goose bump, feeling his lips, his breath… She moaned and pulled her arms back, combing his now long black hair.
“You wanted physical compensation, didn’t you?” Florence said before guiding Taehyung’s head towards her and bringing their lips together.
He pulled away for a moment, fixing his big dark eyes on her. “I thought that was what I was getting right now” he said with a smirk.
Florence smirked back at him and pushed herself away from his body. “Not at all,” she replied, making Taehyung take a few steps back, “Just games”. The back of his knees hit the bed and Taehyung flopped down on it.
“Just games?”
She leaned down and brought their lips together again. “Yup, just games.”
Florence knelt in front of him, slowly. His bulge was visible through his black pants. Her mouth watered, it had been too long and Len longed to be able to please Taehyung with her mouth. It wasn’t often that he let her take the lead, which she didn’t care too much about, but when her mouth was on him… she just loved having total control over him, make him feel good.
Her hands stroked from his knees to the inside of his thighs, almost touching his bulge. Taehyung gasped, following the girl’s hands with his gaze. Her index finger ran up his crotch agonizingly slow. He moved looking for more contact.
“Stay still, Taehyung-ah” Len said moving her hand away. Their eyes met and she lowered her head, still with her eyes on him, and kissed him over his pants. “I’ll have to stop if you move”.
He didn’t say anything, but threw his head back, trying to control himself. Florence’s hands soon found the button on his pants and she pulled them off along with his underwear. His cock broke free, hitting his toned abdomen to lend towards her right after at the height of her mouth.
“What do we have here” She repeated what he had said to her earlier. “I’ve really missed your cock”
He grabbed a pillow from the bed to put under her knees so she could be comfortable. Once in a good position, Florence reached up into his lap and started to jack him off.
“Fuck, Len”
Her mouth started to leave a little kiss trail on the inner part of Taehyung’s thighs, getting closer and closer to his balls. When she was close enough she put one in her mouth, sucking and playing with it with her tongue. He pushed her hair out of her face so he could see what she was doing to him and groaned. Then she switched to the other one, still stroking his cock.
“God, babe. You feel so fucking good!”
His eyes half closed, his mouth parted, the blush on his cheeks. Florence could feel how turned on he was, yet he was able to speak too much still. Starting at the root, Len worked her way up to the sensitive underside of his cock, right under the head. She gave that area some licks and then teased him a bit with some long slow licks up and down the shaft.
“Babe… Oh, babe please”
“Don’t wanna play?” Florence said with her lips resting on the head of his cock. “You just want me to fuck you with my mouth?”
“Please”
She put her lips around the whole head of his cock and started to gently suck him off. She had always liked giving blowjobs, she felt so powerful and desirable. Taehyung seemed to particularly like them and that motivated her even more. He groaned loudly and began to move his hips up and down as Florence lowered her mouth over his cock, getting it deep inside her mouth.
“I want to fuck you, oh… babe”
Len pulled his length out of her mouth and gave him one last lick looking into his eyes. Taehyung picked her up by her armpits and laid her on the bed. They kissed sloppily, before he kisses down her body to the waistband of her denim skirt.
He pulled her skirt up to her waist and pulled her tights off along with her thong.
“So pretty” He murmured, stroking her warm and wet pussy with his fingers. “Did sucking me off get you this horny, love? I would slide right in, and I haven’t even touched you that much”
“Fuck me then”
Taehyung lowered himself and sucked her clit a couple of times as he fingered her before he positioned himself in front of her entrance.
“How do you want it?”
“Rough. Be rough, Tae. Make me cum”
He slid into her with a push, they both moaned and brought their lips together. Strands of saliva linked them each time their mouths parted to see the point where their bodies met.
“Look how I bury myself inside you” moaned Taehyung “You’re so wet”.
He kept moving inside her, brushing her sweet spot with the head of his cock every time he slid inside her. Florence moaned and began to move her hips, very close to orgasm.
“I’m going to come, baby” she said against his lips. “Please touch me, make me come”.
Taehyung rubbed her clit eagerly, feeling himself closer and closer to his orgasm.
“Come for me, babe. Clench around me”.
“Taehyung!” she moaned loudly.
Taehyung hide his head in the crook of her neck as he fell her clench around him. Unable to stop himself, he cum sharply inside her with her still shaking from her own orgasm.
“We should get going" Florence said after a long kiss.
“Yeah” he muttered. “I clean you up”