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hole in one | knj (m)
↣ pairing: single dad!namjoon x waitress!reader
↣ genre: smut, fluff, slight crack
↣ rating: +18
↣ word count: 10k
↣ warnings: alcohol consumption, explicit sex, daddy kink, fingering, oral (f & m receiving), 69, unprotected sex, light spanking, biting
↣ playlist: mushroom chocolate - quin, 6lack // leave the door open - silk sonic // continuum - tanérelle // papi - jennifer lopez // old money - lana del rey // unintended - muse // papi chulo - octavian, skepta // nasty - ariana grande // 34 + 35 - ariana grande
↣ summary: In which Kim Namjoon is a hot, rich single dad that plays golf every Sunday at the country club, and you're the waitress he's hopelessly in love with.
↣ notes: beta read by @dee-ehn and @thejooncrew thank u so much my loves!!
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“Good shot, sir!” You said, carrying a tray full of drinks. It had taken you at least five minutes to walk from the shaded Juice Hut to hole #1, where Kim Namjoon, successful lawyer, amateur golf player, and total DILF, had just started his weekly game of golf with his buddies. “Here’s your lemonade.”
“I told you to stop calling me sir,” he said with a smile, graciously grabbing the strawberry lemonade he ordered. “Thanks, by the way. You shouldn’t be out here in the sun. It’s hot out here.”
You chuckled, sending him a subtly flirty smile. “One, it’s my job... Two, it’s my job,” you joked, walking towards his two best friends, tennis player Jung Hoseok, and producer Min Yoongi, to hand them their drinks. “Here you go. Is there anything else you need?”
“Not at all, sweetheart, you’re good to go,” said Hoseok while wiping the sweat off his brow and grabbing his beloved mango juice. Yoongi sent you a smile as you handed him his water bottle.
“Alright, I’ll leave you to your game, have fun!” You said, preparing yourself to make the trek back to the Hut, but before you could leave, Namjoon stopped you.
He looked positively hot today, with his white pants, and a lavender Ralph Lauren polo shirt that hugged his thick arms and torso beautifully. His gloved hand subtly grabbed you by the shoulder and he leaned in to mutter into your ear. “Listen, umm, my kids are coming this afternoon, they’ve been pestering me all weekend because they wanna go to the pool…”
You nodded carefully. “Uh-huh, and…?”
Namjoon noticeably blushed. “U-Umm, well, I want them to meet you.”
Your eyes widened. “B-But I’ll be working all day.”
“Yeah, I know,” he said, “it won’t take long, anyway. You’ll be working at the restaurant, right?”
You nodded. “Great,” he said, then had the audacity to wink, “we’ll be there at six.”
With that, you shyly muttered your goodbyes and began to walk back to the Hut. Namjoon smiled as he watched you leave, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.
“So,” Yoongi laughed. “How long until you finally ask her?”
Namjoon turned around, looking like a deer caught in headlights. “Pardon?”
“It’s so obvious you like her,” Hoseok said with a grin. “I mean, look at you. You just stand there watching her leave with a stupid grin on your face. You’re in love.”
“Hopelessly so. I gotta write you two a song,” Yoongi said. “Maybe with that you can make her say yes.”
“Yes to what?” Namjoon wondered.
“Please, don’t make it seem like you’re getting her to meet your kids for nothing,” Yoongi said. “You know exactly what you’re doing. You want them to like her.”
Namjoon shrugged. “I mean, what can I do if my kids dislike my future girlfriend?”
“Aha! So you do like her!” Hoseok exclaimed.
“Of course I like her, dipshit, we’ve been seeing each other for months,” Namjoon said.
“If by ‘seeing each other’ you mean ‘secretly banging in the men’s locker room after hours’ then, yeah, I see what you’re trying to do,” Yoongi joked.
Hoseok laughed mischievously. “I wonder what Seulgi will say when she finds out you’ve been dating one of the waitresses from the country club.”
Namjoon rolls his eyes. “Would you shut the hell up? She needs to pay for her master’s degree-”
“Oh, so you wanna be her sugar daddy now?” Yoongi questioned.
“Well, he certainly got the Daddy part down to a T,” Hoseok replied, stuffing one hand in his pocket and shielding his eyes from the sun.
Namjoon rolled his eyes again and sighed. “What Seulgi doesn’t know won’t hurt her. Besides, I don’t need her pompous, classist ass shitting on me right now. I can’t handle another fight. Do you know what she did last Monday? She complained when I gave Ari some hot sauce with her chicken nuggets, and I forgot Ari hates hot sauce.”
“See, this is why I’m not getting married,” Hoseok said. “Statistically speaking, most marriages end in divorce. Like yours, for example.”
“Fuck you,” Namjoon seethed, gripping the handle of his golf club tightly. “Are you done clowning me now?”
“Not even close,” Yoongi said, walking over to the golf cart, “we’ve got seventeen more holes waiting for us.”
Hoseok smiled. “But Namjoon has already scored a hole in one,” he said, then laughed at his own innuendo.
Namjoon shook his head. “I hate you… so much.”
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Your heart raced at a hummingbird’s pace. Namjoon was a punctual man, never going back on his word. You could always trust him to deliver whatever he promised, and if he said he was going to be with his kids at the country club’s restaurant at six sharp, he was going to be there at six sharp.
You were taking another family’s order when he came in with two small children, one on each side, holding their hands tightly. He was wearing a white button-up shirt with the top buttons left open, and grey slacks, while his kids were wearing graphic tees and shorts, sporting wet hair and their respective backpacks. You’d never seen Namjoon’s kids before, though you knew they frequented the country club on the weekends.
You met Namjoon nearly a year ago when your boss sent you to cater to the golf players. So every Sunday you worked at the juice bar, known to everyone as the Juice Hut, that golfers liked to frequent in between their games.
You met Kim Namjoon one morning and were completely blown away by his kindness. He was a tall man, a rich lawyer that offered legal counseling to many famous celebrities, including his best friend Min Yoongi, but more than that, he was a dedicated father.
Every Sunday, for two months, he walked by and ordered a strawberry lemonade before he began his golf session, and just sat there at the bar and chatted with you. It amused you just how many stories he had to tell, and eventually, you began sharing yours as well. You learned that he had divorced his wife about three years ago due to their conflicting personalities, and the only thing that held them together was their two children, for whom they shared custody.
He learned that you were close to finishing your master’s degree in child psychology and that you eventually wanted to establish your own private practice, though money was a bit scarce at the moment, and this job, along with another job as an assistant at one of your professor’s practice, was the only thing that helped you pay the bills.
But then, that’s when things escalated. He began blatantly flirting with you every time he saw you, calling you sweet names, eyeing you like he wanted to devour you whole, or even just riling you up with just his words. You enjoyed every minute of it, how the man would sweep you off your feet with his suave comments or with just a flirty wink. Namjoon knew the effect he had on you and took advantage of it every time he could.
Still, it was just that, flirting. And it was all you planned to do. You knew you would get fired as soon as your boss found out you were banging one of the club’s most prolific members, so you limited yourself to innocent flirtation in the hopes it would remain just that, no matter how much it pained you.
But it all changed after the charity gala. Every year, the country club would organize a charity gala or auction, and the proceeds would go to a children’s charity the club was a patron of. You were tasked with waiting tables, and Namjoon was there along with his friends and business partners. Even though you wore a plain black uniform, much like the rest of your co-workers, he hadn’t been able to take his eyes off of you, and at some point during the night, he told you to meet him in the men’s locker room. So you met, and eventually, you fucked.
That was the beginning of it all.
At first, you thought he was after you for just sex. After all, you met weekly, after hours, to have sex in the locker room like you were teenagers sneaking out of their parents’ house. Sometimes, he would check you into hotel rooms and fuck you until the sun was up, taking the time to know your body and to mold you to his figure until you fit together like puzzle pieces.
This, however, was entirely new to you. It wasn’t exactly a secret that you sported a big, fat crush for the 37-year-old, and it was really clear to you how much the older man cared for you but… it just couldn’t be.
No matter how much you hooked up with him on the down-low, the second your superiors found out that you’d been banging him, then it was game over for you, and you needed this job to pay your bills. And sure, Namjoon was a generous man, as he often liked to buy you gifts and little trinkets he found that reminded him of you, but… you also wanted to provide for yourself, to get out of this on your own, despite how big your college debt was.
Which was why the fact that Namjoon wanted to introduce you to his kids was so fucking scary. It meant that he wanted things between you to become serious, and you weren’t sure if that was the best idea. Still, you weren’t about to stand him up in front of his kids, and if he wanted you to meet them, at least you would give him that.
“Good evening!” You said, putting on a cheery smile as you approached their table. Namjoon and his kids immediately turned to you as you handed them the menu. “How are you doing on this fine day?”
“I saw you this morning, Y/N,” Namjoon sarcastically commented.
“It’s courtesy,” you teased, then turned to look at his children. “And who do we have here?”
“I’m Ari,” the girl beamed, her jet black hair framing her delicate face. She looked like a doll. “And I’m 5 years old!” She said, proudly holding up her outstretched fingers to show you her age.
“Her name is Areum, but we all call her Ari,” Namjoon explained.
“Because Areum sounds boring,” she refuted.
You laughed. “But you know the name Areum stands for beautiful, right? A pretty name for a pretty girl.”
She gave you a once-over, then looked at her dad and slumped in her chair. “Okay, I like her.”
The boy, closer to you, gallantly reached out his hand. “The name is Kim, Jiho Kim. Very pleased to meet your acquaintance.”
You looked at Namjoon weirded out as you accepted the boy’s hand. Namjoon couldn’t hold his laughter. “He’s my eldest. He’s kinda, uhh, obsessed with spies.”
“Dad lets me watch James Bond movies when I come over. But don’t tell mom,” he said, shaking your hand tightly. “Mom is always jealous because Dad is cooler than her.”
“Okay, Jiho, that’s enough,” Namjoon deadpanned.
“What? It’s the truth!”
“Oh, trust me, sweetie, your dad is pretty cool. Everyone here loves him,” you said.
Namjoon gazed at your form with sparkly eyes. “Yeah, well… I am pretty cool.”
“And who are you?” Areum asked. “How does dad know you?”
“Oh,” you said, taken aback by the girl’s boldness, “I’m Y/N, your waitress for the night-”
“And daddy’s special friend,” Namjoon said. “I wanted you to meet her because she’s very special to me.”
Areum’s eyes widened. “Wait, is that the girl you always talk about to Uncle Yoongi?”
“W-What?” You asked, panicked.
Namjoon was shocked at her honesty. “I… uhh…”
“No, it’s true! Every time he’s with Uncle Yoongi or Uncle Hobi, he always talks about you. You’re his girlfriend, aren’t you? I know what girlfriends are, I’m old enough to know,” Jiho said proudly.
Areum gasped. “Does this mean you’re gonna marry daddy?”
You blushed wildly, and Namjoon looked like he was three seconds away from having a heart attack. “A-Alright, kids, that’s enough for now. Why don’t we let poor Y/N breathe for a second?”
You laughed nervously. “No, no, it’s okay. Umm, no, we’re not dating. Your dad and I are just friends. Good friends, actually,” you shot Namjoon a look. “Uhh, I’m gonna leave you for a second because I have other tables waiting for me, so you can check the menu, alright? I’ll see you in a bit.”
You awkwardly walked away from the table, clutching your chest as you tried to regain your breath. Namjoon’s kids seemed friendly enough, albeit a little bold and maybe far too honest for their own good. Still, you managed to shake it off and carried on with your work.
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It was perhaps an hour later that Namjoon called you over. The kids had ordered chicken tenders and were too busy playing with their food to notice how Namjoon beckoned you. You clutched your empty tray nervously and leaned closer to him as he requested.
“I’m sorry if they intimidated you,” he began, “they’re not usually this bold.”
You shook your head. “I understand, it’s okay, they just caught me off-guard.”
He shrugged. “I mean… they weren’t wrong.”
You sighed. “Namjoon, please…”
“Please, what, Y/N? You know how I feel about you.”
“Not here, I’m working, what if someone sees? Or worse, what if someone hears us?”
“Oh, come on, you know I don’t care about what people say-”
“Yeah, but I do, because my job depends on it,” you countered.
Namjoon gave you a look. “I would never let them fire you over something this petty, Y/N. And, besides, if I had a say, you wouldn’t even be working here anymore.”
You frowned. “Excuse me?”
His face fell. “W-Wait, no, that came out wrong, uhh… what I was trying to say, is that you wouldn’t have to juggle two jobs and college, because I could help you with all of that.”
You sighed. “I don’t want you to be my sugar daddy, I already told you that.”
“I don’t want to be your sugar daddy, I want to be your boyfriend.”
At that, you stayed silent, eyes widened in surprise. “W-What?”
“Oh, shit, I wasn’t supposed to say that yet,” he muttered to himself, visibly panicking, “I-I mean, uhh, look why don’t we- if you want to, I mean, umm… Y/N, would you go on a date with me?”
You stood there, immobile, brain trying to process what the fuck just happened. Did Namjoon really ask you out on a date? Why were you feeling butterflies in your stomach all of a sudden?
“Daddy?” Areum asked all of a sudden, and the two of you turned to her. “Why is Y/N looking so pale? Is she alright?”
Snapped back to reality, you chuckled nervously and tried to play it off. “Oh, sweetie, it’s okay, I’m fine, your dad was asking if I wanted to help him to, uh, sort out his taxes, yes. A-And I said yes, of course.”
Namjoon beamed. “Really?”
You nodded quickly. “Uh-huh, yep, and now I have to go, because I, uhh, I’m needed somewhere else, enjoy the rest of your meal!” And with that, you walked away from the table, once again trying to calm down your emotions.
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Later that night, as you approached the staff exit, finally done with your shift, you received a call from none other than Namjoon.
“Need a lift?”
You paused in your tracks and looked around at the empty parking lot. “Where the hell are you?”
“In the front parking lot, the kids got distracted because their cousin was there and I had to sit down for like two hours talking to my brother and his wife. It was pretty boring, lemme tell you. Anyway, your shift is over, right?”
“Uhh, yeah, why?”
“I ask again, do you need a lift? I can take you home.”
“Joon, I can take the subway, it’s okay, I don’t wanna be a bother-”
“You’re not bothering anyone, baby.” He pulled out his secret weapon: pet names. Namjoon certainly knew how to make your knees weak. “I wanna drive you home. And don’t worry about the kids, because I know you’re gonna whine about the what-ifs and whatnot. They fell asleep as soon as I shoved them into the backseat.”
You sighed. “I can’t win with you, huh?”
“Nope, you’re stuck with me, baby. Stop being so stubborn and let me drive you home. I wanna talk to you anyway, it’s been a while since we had a good conversation.”
“Alright, fine, come get me,” you pouted, and within five minutes, Namjoon’s black Bentley pulled up in front of the staff exit. Luckily, no one else was around, so you quickly hopped into the shotgun seat.
The tension inside the car was palpable, and while Namjoon had his eyes on the road, you could feel how he sneakily gazed at you whenever he thought you weren’t looking.
“Your kids are cute,” you commented as you looked back to see Jiho and Areum sleeping with their cute little mouths hanging open, no doubt feeling tired after an entire day of playing around.
“They’re my little angels,” he said proudly. “I gotta take them back to their mom’s house, though. They got school tomorrow.”
“So they spend one week with you, and then one week with her?” You asked.
“Usually, yeah, exceptions are made for trips and whatnot, but at least the only thing Seulgi and I agree on is who gets what amount of time. It was the easiest part of the divorce, setting up the joint custody.”
“Which was the hardest?”
“Splitting goods,” he said earnestly. “It always comes down to money. I sold her my half of the house and got myself a sweet penthouse downtown. At least she didn’t get my car or I would’ve lost it.”
You grimaced. “Sounds like it was nasty.”
“Oh, please, you know how bitchy Seulgi is. Remember that scene she made last year?”
You rolled your eyes, feeling your blood boil at the mere mention of that witch. “Please, don’t remind me. I still get nightmares from that.”
Namjoon chuckled softly. “I never would’ve guessed I would be the dude with the bitchy ex-wife.”
“How so?”
“Well, our marriage was doing okay, at first, and we were pretty happy back then, but as the kids grew older we just kinda… grew apart. You know the story. We just weren’t made for each other.”
“I’ve felt like that before,” you admit. “Every breakup I’ve ever faced, it always left me feeling like I would never find the right one.”
“And did you?”
“What?”
Namjoon smiled. “Find the right one?”
You froze. “Joon, I-”
“I meant what I said, back there,” he said. “I want to date you formally. I wanna be your boyfriend. I want us to be something serious, not just a hookup. I like you, Y/N, I really do, and the reason I wanted to introduce you to my kids today is that I want them to like you too.”
You bit your lip. “You know how I feel about this, Joon.”
He sighed. “Please don’t bring up that same old excuse. Nothing will happen to you, or your job, as long as I get a say in it. I’m not letting anyone take that away from you and you know that.”
“A-And what about your kids, hmm? Or Seulgi-”
“I don’t give a damn about Seulgi, and you know that,” he said immediately.
“Y-Yeah, well, are you sure you want us to become serious? B-Because, y’know, I’m still finishing my masters, you work all the time, you’ve got kids to take care of, and we’re both nearly ten years apart-”
“Are you seriously pulling the age card? Now? You weren’t questioning this age gap when I was balls deep inside-”
“Shhh!” You said. “The kids might hear.”
Namjoon went silent and pulled up in front of a big house, supposedly Seulgi’s home. Namjoon sighed and turned to you. “Listen, I gotta wake up the kids, Seulgi’s waiting for them. But meanwhile, I wanna ask you something: what are you so afraid of, hmm? I want you, period. There’s no catch, no questions asked. I want you. Think about that, alright?” He said, then unbuckled his seatbelt and exited the car.
While Namjoon took care of his sleepy kids and carefully helped them walk towards the front door, you slumped in your seat and fidgeted with the hem of your shirt. What were you so afraid of? Namjoon’s words resonated in your head. Why were you depriving yourself of a shot at happiness? Was it because of what everyone else would think?
The sound of the door shutting startled you, and as Namjoon pulled off the driveway you realized you had been stuck in a trance for a while.
Carefully, you placed your hand atop his thigh and watched him clench his jaw. “I’m… afraid of what people might say.”
“But why?”
“You just don’t see it, Joon,” you said remorsefully, “you’re not the one who’s going to be called a gold digger, or a social climber. You’re not going to be reduced to a piece of meat by everyone else. You’re not going to be called a trophy girlfriend.”
“But you’re not any of those things, Y/N,” Namjoon said. “And if I have to go out there and clear the air all by myself, then I will. I just want to make you happy, and, well, be happy with you.”
You smiled weakly. “At first I wondered how you could even like me,” you confessed, guessing it was now or never when it came to being painfully honest. “How could a man like you, hot, rich, and smart, fall for a waitress.”
Namjoon laughed. “Hey, you’re hot and smart, too.”
“But not rich,” you countered.
“Ah, who fucking cares, you’ll have your private practice soon and then you’ll be super fucking rich, you’ll see.”
“You’re very optimistic.”
He shrugged. “When you got kids, you gotta be. I’ve learned it’s important to look into the bright side of things, y’know?”
You blushed. “Right.”
The car stopped at a red light. “Look, all I’m asking is that you give us a chance. I know you feel the same way I do, just… give yourself the opportunity to be happy, okay? If you really don’t want this, I’ll understand, but…” he trailed off for a moment. “Remember when I said Seulgi and I weren’t made for each other?”
You nodded.
“Sometimes I get the feeling that it was you all along. You are the one made for me, and I for you.”
Heat crawled up your cheeks. “Joon, I- wow,” you laughed, rendered speechless. “I don’t know what to say.”
He bit his lip. “Just tell me where you wanna go.”
“Huh? You mean my place or yours?”
Now it was his turn to blush, though the faint street lights didn’t do him any justice. “I meant our relationship, but if you wanna go to my place…”
You took a deep breath. “Then… yes.”
“Yes to what?”
“To both,” you said, then held up a finger before he could say anything else. “But on the condition that we take things slowly, alright?”
With that, Namjoon smiled. “Deal,” he said, then looked at you mischievously. “So, you wanna come to my place, huh?”
You grinned. “If Daddy says so.”
The hand on the steering wheel tightened. “Fuck, it’s gonna be a long night. Buckle up, baby.”
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You’d never been to Namjoon’s apartment before, but then again, neither had he been to yours. So far, all of your encounters had either been in your workplace or a hotel room, so this was new territory for both of you. His apartment was big -- a luxurious penthouse downtown, somewhat close to his office so he could bike there (Namjoon wasn’t too keen on driving if he could avoid it, ever the environmentalist).
Floor-to-ceiling windows gave you a magnificent view of Seoul, all the high-rises and towers lighting up the night sky. You looked around for a moment, lost in the artwork that covered his walls. You recognized some of the paintings to be from Kim Taehyung, one of his close friends and a renowned artist. Namjoon was an art collector, and he proudly displayed all his paintings and sculptures around his house like it was a museum.
“Do you like it?” Namjoon asked, hand clutching yours tightly as he led you into the open living room, the open, high ceiling making the space feel even bigger than it already was.
“I’m wondering how the hell you let your kids stay here around so much expensive stuff,” you admitted with a chuckle, admiring an abstract painting signed by Taehyung. “Honestly… I’m sure this painting is worth more than my apartment.”
“The kids are well-behaved, they know not to touch this stuff.” Namjoon chuckled, then pointed at the artwork. “This one is Taehyung’s first commission. We go way back, y’know? We were still in college when I asked him to paint one for me. It’s my most valuable painting, and not exactly because of its price.”
You turned to him. “That’s sweet. Back when we first met I didn’t take you for a sentimental guy.”
“And now? Am I sentimental enough?”
You slid a hand around his waist and scooted closer to him. “You’re perfect.”
Namjoon’s face lit up like a Christmas tree, and he placed a tender kiss on your forehead. “So, what do you wanna do? I bet you’re feeling tired from standing up all day.”
You nodded. “What do you have in mind?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know… maybe a nice bubble bath, a massage, some wine, candles-”
“You mean going to a spa.”
“Not precisely,” he said, facing you and cupping your face with his large hands. “I wanna make you feel good.”
“Hmm, and after the bath?” You asked, leaning into his touch.
“Make love to you again, and again…” He said, and leaned down to capture your lips in his.
He was soft. So soft. Softness all around. Soft, silky lips and soft, silky hair in which you tangled your fingers. And he smelled so good, he could sweep you off your feet with his fragrance alone.
But then he literally swept you off your feet, bending down to scoop you up bridal style, making you drop your purse to the ground, but you didn’t really care, and neither did he. Your mouths were still connected and that was all that mattered, him and those plushy, sweet lips. You held onto him tightly, wrapping your arms around his neck for safety, and he had the audacity to smile into the kiss.
“Dork,” you laughed, kissing him even more; desperately, deeply.
“I love you,” he whispered into the kiss, holding you tighter.
You paused for a moment, pulling back from him to meet him eye-to-eye. “Really?” You wondered, cheeks going red.
He smiled, connecting your foreheads together. “There’s no one else I want. Just you.”
Your noses touched briefly, and then you whispered back, “I love you too, Joon.”
“Good,” he said. “Because I’m not letting you go. Ever. You’re stuck with me now.”
“Perfect,” you replied. “Now, about that massage…”
He laughed and turned around, walking towards a hallway which you supposed led to his bedroom. “You’re something else, baby.”
Eventually, you reached his bedroom, just as big as you imagined it to be, with a large king-sized bed right in the middle of it. Like the rest of his apartment, he had floor-to-ceiling windows giving you a mesmerizing view of the city, but the best view of all was the grin Namjoon had on his face as you entered his massive bathroom and then placed you on the floor.
“Okay,” you began, “something tells me this is, maybe, bigger than my bedroom.”
“Oh, please,” Namjoon laughed.
“It’s true! Your bathtub is probably the size of my bed,” you said, pointing at the large bathtub on one corner.
Namjoon walked towards you, wrapping both your hands in his and pulling you closer. “Well… you’re welcome to use my bed whenever you want. It’s there for you. Always. Like me,” he smiled adorably. “Now, pick one: rose or lavender.”
You debated for a moment. “Depends. What’s it for?”
“The bath bomb, of course,” he said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
“Roses, then,” you said.
“Alright, get undressed, I’ll fill the tub.” He placed a small kiss on your forehead and then turned towards the tub, opening the faucet to allow the strong jet of water fill it up.
You watched for a moment as he adjusted the temperature, entranced by his big, wide torso and how his white shirt strained to contain his muscles. Even from the back, you could tell that Namjoon was ripped, but from the front, his buttons strained even more.
You let your mind wander as Namjoon rolled up the sleeve of his left arm to test the temperature, and your dirty brain began to reminisce of the times he would bend you over his lap just to spank you until your ass was raw and your pussy was so wet not even your-
“Babe?”
You blinked, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Namjoon looked at you weirdly, and then you realized you’d just spent all this time standing there gawking at his marvelous physique when he had explicitly told you to take off your clothes.
“R-Right,” you stuttered, making quick work of your crewneck emblazoned with the country club’s logo (what the higher-ups liked to call the “funky weekend uniform” or whatever the fuck that was supposed to mean) and threw it on the ground. You trembled beneath his gaze. This definitely wasn’t your first time with him, but Namjoon had the innate ability to make you feel like an innocent virgin every time you fucked.
“Need help, baby?” He cooed, rolling up his other sleeve, exposing his strong, thick forearms. He had already unbuttoned two more buttons, showing more of his chest. God, this man knew just how to drive you crazy.
You blushed wildly. “Y-Yes, Daddy.”
Namjoon clicked his tongue, walking over to you. “Silly baby,” he said, pulling you closer by your belt loops. “You can’t even take your clothes off properly, hmm? Want Daddy to do it all for you.”
You let yourself get carried away. “Yes, Daddy.”
He grinned, then unbuttoned your pants and swiftly pulled them down, helping you step out of them. Kneeling in front of you, he caressed the back of your legs gently, then pressed small kisses to your thigh, then the other, sending shivers down your spine. You supported yourself on the white marble counter next to you, as you didn’t trust your legs to keep you upright, not when Namjoon was worshipping your legs like that.
“You must be so tired, baby,” he muttered to your skin, hooking a finger into the elastic of your panties. “Walking and standing all day. Your feet must be killing you, huh?”
You were about to nod, but his other hand grabbed a handful of your ass and he kissed your lower belly, and you swore your legs were about to give out. “Y-Yes.”
He began to slowly pull your panties down. “Good for you, Daddy is here to make the pain go away,” he said, and you watched as his eyes went wide as your panties pooled around your feet. He was so close to your cunt, you ached to have his tongue on you. “So pretty,” he muttered to himself, pressing more kisses to your lower belly, but nowhere close to where you truly needed him.
Before you could even open your mouth, he stood up and quickly stole a kiss from you, snaking his hands around your torso to quickly unclasp your bra and let it fall to the floor. You groaned at having your breasts set free from their cages, and he chuckled.
“Now you,” you said, weakly grabbing at the few buttons he had left. “Wanna see you.”
Namjoon smirked. “Then undress me. Come on.”
You made quick work of his shirt buttons, and he helped you take it off completely. His torso hypnotized you with his well-defined muscles, but you tried to push it off in order to take off his pants. With somewhat shaky hands you unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, then brought them down along with his underwear. Now that he was completely naked in front of you, you felt the playing ground was a bit more even.
But the thing was that Namjoon always had the upper hand.
He cupped your face tenderly, then looked back at the tub, which was now completely full. Reluctantly, he let you go to close the tap and then gave you a mischievous look. “Behind you, top drawer. Pass me the pink bath bomb.”
You did was told, finding the cabinet full of bath bombs of different colors and scents. “Wow, it’s a lot. Feels like I’m in a Lush store.”
He chuckled. “The kids love using them whenever they come, so I keep them in stock.”
“And you?” You said, handing him the pink bomb.
He smirked. “When the occasion allows it.”
With that said, Namjoon gingerly dropped the bomb onto the water, and the two of you silently watched it fizzle and release blobs of glittery pink into the water, the rosy scent hitting your nostrils.
“Oh!” Namjoon said after a moment, having a moment of lucidity. “I’ll be back in a sec, hold on.”
You tried your best no to ogle, but there was something hypnotizing in Namjoon’s juicy, toned ass as he walked out of the bathroom. He returned less than five minutes later holding a bottle of wine in one hand and two glasses on the other. “I said I’d do candles too, but turns out I don’t have candles, which is weird because I swear I had them stored somewhere.”
You shrugged. “Maybe the kids used them?”
Namjoon paused as he placed the bottle of wine on the counter, next to the sink. He squinted. “I’m so fucking stupid. I forgot Areum used them for a school project.”
You laughed. “Hey, nothing’s going to happen if we don’t have candles here. I’m happy with just getting in the tub with you. It’s already more than I asked for.”
He sighed. “Fine. Get in there, I’ll go put some music on.”
You smiled. “Yes, Daddy.”
The water was perfectly warm. You tentatively dipped a foot inside the large tub, then when you got acclimated, you finally got inside and sat down. Namjoon returned with his phone and a Bluetooth speaker, already playing soft, old R&B to set the relaxing mood. He then uncorked the wine with ease and served it into the glasses.
“Here you go,” he said, handing you your drink. You graciously accepted it and took a sip.
“I don’t know shit about wine, but it’s good,” you laughed.
“Scoot forward,” he ordered whilst carrying his own drink. You gave him enough space to sit down behind you, and when he was done, he pulled you back to rest on his soft, warm, defined chest. “If I’m honest,” he began, swirling the dark red liquid in his cup and then giving it a whiff. “I don’t know shit about wines either.”
You snorted. “And here I was, thinking you were a wine connoisseur.”
“Baby, I order strawberry lemonade from the juice bar, I think that should tell you enough about me,” he laughed, taking a sip from his drink.
“I know enough about your drink orders, mister,” you teased.
“Ah,” he tutted, “you haven’t seen my personal bar.”
“Bet it’s filled with Hennessy,” you joked.
“Wrong, I’m not that big of a cognac fan. I prefer whiskey.”
You nuzzled your face in the crook of his neck, laying small kisses to his jaw. “I already knew that. Wanna know which is my favorite, though?”
“Hmm? Isn’t it wine?”
You shook your head. “Champagne.”
“Damn, should’ve said that earlier, I have a couple of bottles in there we could’ve used.”
“I’m fine with wine,” you said, “I don’t drink as much as you do, anyway. I’m a bit of a lightweight.”
“Okay, I can confirm that,” he said, pressing a kiss to your head. “Will you stay the night?”
“You’re asking that now? I thought it was a given that I was staying over.”
He grinned. “Good. Just making sure. I’ll drive you to your place tomorrow, okay?”
“Can’t say no to that,” you said and closed your eyes.
You stayed like this for a while, making small talk and joking around while you finished your drinks, eventually placing them on the floor. Namjoon stroked your hair as you talked, the butterflies in your stomach spreading to other parts of your body and making your limbs tingle. Then his hands moved towards your shoulders, where he began to dig in with his thumbs, working out the kinks and the knots on your back.
You leaned forward to give him more space to work with, to which he responded by digging into your shoulder blades and then your lower back.
“You’re tense,” he said.
You fought back a moan. “Work’s been a bitch lately. I need a vacation.”
Namjoon hummed. “Where do you wanna go?”
You groaned as he massaged a particularly tense part of your back. “I know what you’re doing.”
“What am I doing, exactly?” Even though you couldn’t see him, you could picture the grin on his face.
“I know how your head works. If I tell you, you’re just going to surprise me one of these days with tickets to my dream destination.”
He laughed. “Okay. I promise not to surprise you and to let you know first-hand when I’m about to buy the tickets. Now spill.”
Your eyes fluttered as your bones turned to jelly. Namjoon had you melting with his touch. “Bali,” you admitted. “I’ve always wanted to go there.”
His warm, plushy lips chastely kissed the nape of your neck. “Sounds amazing. I’ve never been there. Maybe we could escape for a week. Or two.”
“I still got my classes, Joon,” you said.
“We’ll wait until the semester ends. Look at it as a reward for being such a good student and an amazing girlfriend.”
“Wow, we’ve been officially dating for less than an hour and you already think I’m the best girlfriend ever. Maybe this dating thing won’t be so hard, after all.”
He laughed and kissed your nape once again. “It’s because I know you so well,” he said, then kissing your shoulder. “All the little crevices of your brain, I know them well.” He returned to your neck, ghosting his lips atop the skin until he took a gentle bite. Goosebumps formed across your entire body. “I know your body, from head to toe.”
His hands snaked down your waist to pull you closer. You craned your head to the side to allow him more access to your neck, and he responded by kissing your jaw and down your neck and shoulders softly, as if you were a delicate piece of porcelain.
At this point, your body was hotter than the water around you, your cunt wet and throbbing, and your nipples hard and aching to be touched, and yet you didn’t dare make a move. Namjoon knew what he was doing, and you were well aware of the games he played, but he wasn’t impervious to getting aroused. His hardening cock behind you was all you needed to know -- he was just as desperate and needy as you were.
His large hands cupped your breasts, squeezing them. “Mine,” he muttered in a low, gravelly voice, nipping at the skin of your shoulder. “All mine.”
His words sent shivers down your spine and straight into your cunt; were it not for the water, you’d be dripping wet right now. You tried slowly crossing your legs to give you some sliver of friction, but Namjoon acted faster than you and opened your thighs before you could close them, holding onto them and squeezing just like he did your breasts.
You placed your hand atop his and guided it closer to your aching pussy. “Please,” you begged, low enough for him to hear.
He seemed to have gotten the memo. “Here?” He asked, his fingertip lightly grazing your folds. Your breath hitched in your throat, and you leaned back to rest on his chest, nodding and humming your approval.
“So needy,” he mused, parting your legs even further. He continued teasing you, gliding his finger over your folds and watching your brows furrow with every passing second. You held onto his hand like your like depended on it, and grasped his thigh to show him that yes, you were needy as hell, and you needed him to touch you properly.
He played with your nipple with his other hand, pinching and rolling the sensitive nub in between his agile fingers. Resting your head on his shoulder, your eyes didn’t dare open for fear that his stare would make you even more aroused.
Instead, Namjoon opted for finally touching your clit, pressing the small bundle of nerves with his index and slowly moving in tiny circles. Your toes curled and you let out a breathy moan.
“You like that?” He asked.
“Yes,” you answered.
His lips found the skin of your neck once again, finding a spot he liked and then sucking. It wasn’t often that he sucked hickeys into your neck, but he enjoyed it far too much for his own good. You didn’t exactly complain, and much less now that he was actually yours.
The pace of the music marked the rhythm of his fingers, slow, sensual and sexy. The smell of roses was making your head spin with desire, and you wanted nothing more than Namjoon to rail you into next week. “Daddy,” you whispered, feeling a jolt of pleasure when he pressed his finger a bit tighter, “please fuck me.”
“Isn’t it a bit too early for that, baby?” He hummed, relishing in the way your face contorted with pleasure. “Come on, let Daddy take care of you. Just wanna make you feel good.”
You pouted. You needed him inside you now or else you were going to explode. “B-But Daddy-”
“Shh,” he said, placing a calming kiss on your cheek. “Let me take care of you.”
With that said, he didn’t waste any time and began to circle your hole, his short nail dragging across the sensitive skin and giving you goosebumps. Despite the water your cunt was slick, and so, when he slid his finger in, it was almost too easy. You moaned, gripping his thigh tighter, but it was still not enough. “D-Daddy,” you whimpered, “more, please.”
“You want more?” He asked. “I haven’t even started and yet you keep asking for more.”
“Please, Daddy,” you begged. “I need you so bad.”
“Alright,” he said. “Whatever my baby wants.” He slid a second finger almost too easily, and your eyes rolled back at the sensation. You weren’t normally this sensitive, but you supposed it had to do with the sensual setting and Namjoon’s delicate touch. The drag of his thick, long fingers inside your pussy had you panting, gasping for more.
Water slushed around you and fell to the floor from the movements. You bucked your hips slightly to get even more friction as he curled his fingers inside you. The room, and your skin, got hotter -- so much the water couldn’t even refresh you. Heat traveled to your face as Namjoon worshipped your neck in tandem with his hands.
“O-Oh my god,” you moaned, legs already trembling. Just how sensitive were you tonight? “Daddy, right there!”
“Here?” He asked, hitting your sweet spot from the right angle. You mewled, pruney toes curling and legs shaking.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you admitted. Your orgasm was coming embarrassingly fast, and you just couldn’t not tell him. The tension in your lower belly increased, and his hand left your breast in order to touch your clit and give you even more pleasure.
“D-Daddy, fuck,” you whined.
“Cum for me, baby,” he said right into your ear, his low, smooth voice guiding you towards your end. Your orgasm crashed down on you hard, legs shaking wildly, your walls spasming around his fingers as you bucked forward. He held you in place by the shoulder, continuing to thrust his fingers inside you at a slower pace until you finished and turned into a messy, post-orgasmic puddle.
“That was fast,” you said, collapsing onto his chest. He withdrew his fingers from you and patted your thigh affectionately, laughing at your words. “I don’t know why or how that happened. I don’t usually cum that fast.”
“Shit happens,” he said, planting a kiss onto your hair. “Don’t fret about it.”
You craned your neck to look at him properly. “Wanna get out now? The water’s a bit cold.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Are you saying that because you wanna keep fucking or…?”
“Yes,” you said unabashedly. “You promised me endless lovemaking.”
He chuckled. “Alright, baby, move.”
You did as told and he got up, carefully exiting the tub, water dripping from his godly figure and into the mat. He grabbed a clean towel to pat himself dry, and after tying it to his waist, his prominent erection peeking through and tenting the fabric, he helped you exit the tub without falling. He passed you a towel and helped pat you dry with the dorkiest grin on his face, occasionally giving you tiny, tender kisses that had you blushing like a schoolgirl.
Then, he led you back into his bedroom. Before you reached the bed, the towels came off, hitting the cold floor as his hands grabbed your hips and pulled you close. He giggled and went in for a lovely kiss which you returned with fervor, touching every inch of skin you could reach. His hard, heavy cock was squeezed in between your bodies as you stood on your tip-toes to kiss him, and it only made your pussy throb with greed.
His hands kneaded and squeezed your ass while yours found purchase in his broad shoulders as the kiss deepened, his tongue sliding into your mouth to taste what remained of the champagne. You let him do as he pleased -- whatever he had in store for you, it was almost a given that you would enjoy it. He knew you that well.
The kiss broke. “Get on the bed,” he panted, trying to regain his breath.
You grinned. “What are you planning?”
He smirked. “Get in there and find out.”
Chuckling to yourself, you climbed on the plush mattress, your hands and knees digging down on the bed as you crawled and then laid down, resting your head on the pillows. Before you could ask, Namjoon climbed after you, lying on his side next to you. He smiled at you, but behind the kindness of his dimples, you could see the wickedness that lied within. He had something planned for you and you were dying to know what.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” You said, shifting to lie on your side and face him directly.
It almost seemed like he wanted to laugh from whatever weird thoughts ran through his head. “What are your opinions on face-riding?”
You went still, taken by surprise. “Huh?”
“Wait, no- that’s not the right way to put it,” he chuckled, shutting his eyes in shame. “Umm, do you wanna ride my face?”
“You mean… sit on your face?”
He nodded. “Well… yeah. Pretty much. If you don’t want to, it’s okay, but I kinda have a thing for that-”
“I’ll do you one better,” you said, gaining a bit of confidence. “How about we 69?”
Namjoon paused, then bit his lip. “Fuck, why didn’t I think of that? Never mind, just- just sit on my face, okay?”
“So that’s a yes to the 69?” You inquired.
He laughed. “Yes, baby, come on.”
“Okay, so how do we do this?” You said as you sat up. “Because I’ve never sat on someone’s face before.”
“It’s relatively easy,” he said. “Just put your knees on either side of my chest and let me do the work.”
“Hey, I gotta work too, y’know?” You said as you scooted closer to him. “You’re not the only one doing the pleasuring.”
He grabbed your thigh to help accommodate you as you settled each knee on either side of his torso, facing his cock, which rested hot and heavy on his abdomen. Now fully on top of him, you felt his breath hitting your wet folds, which sent goosebumps all over your body.
Large hands massaged the globes of your ass, and then pulled you down. Careful not to crush him, you tried to settle all your weight on your knees, and bent down to grab a hold of his cock, red and leaking precum.
You took him in your grasp, his girth not allowing your fist to fully close around it. Namjoon was a big man with an even bigger cock. Smearing the glossy liquid from his tip all over his shaft, you took the tentative first lick, from base to tip, and he shuddered.
With your hips angled close to his face, Namjoon said, “Fuck, that’s it, baby, sit on Daddy’s face, will you?” You lowered your hips even further until his lips touched one of your ass cheeks. “Fuck, look at that,” he muttered to himself. “So fucking wet, baby. Is it just for me? Hmm? Just for Daddy?”
“Yes, Daddy,” you answered, licking from base to tip once again. His cock was so large you couldn’t even try to deep throat him, but after months of practice, you knew how to get him off without compromising your throat.
He eased his tongue into your pussy, licking a fat stripe from your wet hole to your clit. You moaned as you swirled your tongue over his tip, your cunt sensitive from the previous orgasm.
Namjoon took your moans as a green light, parting your folds with his fingers so he could have better access to your clit. His wicked tongue savored each and every drop of your arousal as he ate you out, while all you could do was pathetically slobber around his cock as you tried to fit into your mouth an inch further than you were accustomed to. Saliva dripped down his length as you suckled on it like a lollipop and his grip on you tightened. He seemed to like that, so you kept on pleasuring him.
It was until, several moments later, that he plunged two fingers back into your hole. Mouth full of cock, you let out a high-pitched whine as your toes curled.
“I’m stretching you out, baby,” he explained as if you didn’t know exactly what he was doing. “Such a tight pussy,” he muttered, then angling his face to lick your clit even better, wrapping his lips around the swollen nub and sucking diligently.
You released him from your grasp in favor of taking a deep breath, but his fingers curling inside you took the air away from your lungs. “Fuck,” you panted, face scrunching as your body tried to process the onslaught of pleasure coursing through it. “F-Fuck, Daddy.”
He didn’t say anything, opting for humming his acknowledgment, ultimately prompting you to keep going. So you bent back down and took him into your hand and jerked him off as best as you could, but the real treat was even further below.
Smirking to yourself, your tongue darted out to lick at his balls, then taking one into your mouth as you pleased his cock with your hand. Namjoon paused his actions to let out a deep moan. “Fuck,” he said, drawing out the word. “Fuck, Y/N, what the fuck, shit, oh my god.”
You smugly continued, thumb pressing right into his slit as you sucked the ever-loving shit out of his nuts. His thigh twitched and his breathing became ragged. “B-Baby, baby please, fuck. I’m gonna- shit, okay, stop. Stop.”
You released him from your grasp, and soon he was pushing you aside, your body falling into the mattress as he desperately regained his breath. Eyes ignited with a ferocity you hadn’t seen before, he sat back up and looked at you. “Hands and knees. Now.”
“D-Daddy?”
“Do as I say,” he warned, gently helping you get in place despite the harshness in his tone. “You almost made me cum right then and there,” he chuckled darkly. “But if I’m gonna cum it’s gonna be inside you. Need to put my cock inside my baby.”
Your cunt clenched at his lewd comment as he settled behind you, kneading your ass cheeks and then landing a slap on each of them. You cried out but pushed your hips closer to him, arching your back until your face was down on the mattress.
“Fuck, look at you,” he mused to himself, landing another blow to your ass. “Like it when Daddy slaps your pretty ass, hmm?”
He slapped you again. “Y-Yes, Daddy,” you said.
“That’s my girl.” He grasped his cock and gave it a few strokes, then gathered as much wetness from your pussy as he could and smeared it all over his shaft. He moaned at the feeling, but the desperation to be inside you was already overwhelming. “You know the drill, baby, talk to me if anything goes wrong, okay?”
“Yes, Daddy,” you reassured him.
“And the safeword is…?”
“Red,” you replied. Although it was a bit basic, the traffic light system was pretty useful, and you weren’t about to crack your head thinking of a new, cool-sounding safeword.
“Good,” he said, gliding the tip of his cock over your entrance. “God, it’s been like, what, two weeks?”
“Too long,” you said. The last time he fucked you he’d taken you to a hotel close to his apartment where he railed the living daylights out of you. “I need you, Daddy.”
“I’m here,” he said, finally sliding his cock inside your wet, hot cunt, inch by inch. “Fucking finally, shit,” he moaned, hands finding purchase on your hips as he went deeper. You cursed, drawing out the words until he finally bottomed out. His cock stretches you out like no other, but you relished the slight burn, the pain that came with the pleasure. He made you feel safe, complete, at home.
“Daddy…” you whined.
“Tight,” he whispered. “So fucking tight. You okay, baby?”
You hummed in agreement. “Fuck me, please.”
He smiled, roaming a hand across your back, soothing the skin. “You’re so impatient sometimes…” He pulled almost all the way back before coming back in slowly, making sure you got used to his massive size. Having him inside you weakened your entire body -- you were so full you couldn’t even think of anything else.
“Can you blame me?” Your joke ended with a moan as he pulled back and pushed back in once again. “Shit.”
He chuckled. “No, I can’t. How are you feeling?”
“Keep going like that and I’ll end up drooling on the sheets.”
“So I take it you’re feeling good?”
“Yes, harder, please,” you said.
“Are you sure?” He said, resisting the urge to spank your ass raw.
“You know how I like it,” you said.
“Alright,” he conceded, “don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Then, without much talking, he began to pick up the pace, going from cautiously slow to harsh, deep strokes. You felt him everywhere, heat spreading across your entire body, the room filled with the lewd sounds of his hips hitting your behind. You buried your head in the pillow, hands fisting the sheets below you as you took each and every thrust he gave you.
Your walls hugged his length like a glove. He was right -- you were made for each other. “Look at you, baby, taking my cock so well,” he breathed heavily, eyes trained on the way your ass jiggled with every snap of his hips. Entranced, he spread your cheeks apart to take a look at how his huge dick split you open. “I could do this every day,” he ranted, “fuck you every day, every morning when we wake up, every night before going to sleep, shit, I wan’- I want you so bad, all the time.”
His words made you gush even more. Namjoon often got possessive whenever you had sex. “My pretty baby, made for me, fuck.” As your toes curled, your cunt clenched around him. He moaned at the sensation, chuckling darkly. “Ugh, you’re such a sucker for compliments, huh? What am I gonna do with you, baby?”
“Fuck me harder, Daddy,” you suggested, out of breath.
“You’re goddamn right, I will,” he panted. “I’m gonna fuck this little pussy until you’re creaming my cock like the good girl you are. Understood? Are you gonna be a good girl for Daddy?”
“Y-Yes, Daddy,” you said.
He drilled his cock into you like his life depended on it, hitting hard and deep. He responded to your submissiveness with another harsh spank to each cheek. You arched your back, searching for a better angle. He shuffled a bit, planting his foot on the bed for more momentum, and it completely changed his angle, resulting in him going deeper.
“Oh my fu- Daddy!” You screamed, his dick hitting your g-spot with every stroke. “Yes, yes, like that, fuck.”
“Like that?”
“Like that,” you confirmed. “You feel so fucking good, shit, I’m close.”
He grinned, satisfied. “Wanna cum on Daddy’s cock, baby?”
“Please, I just-” your voice cracked. “M-Make me cum, daddy, please.” You shakily darted your hand towards your sensitive pussy, looking to pleasure yourself even more. Your fingers reached your clit and quickly rubbed it in tight circles. That familiar tightness within you kept rising; your orgasm was approaching soon.
Namjoon kept his pace, realizing you were getting off on it. His newest goal was to make you cum hard around him, so he focused on hitting your sweet spot as well as he could. “Better, baby?” He said, trying not to blow his load right then and there. Watching you pleasure yourself was hotter than anything else he’d ever seen. He wanted to see more of that.
You cried out. “D-Daddy, I’m- I’m gonna cu- ah!” Your walls spasmed around his girth as your orgasm suddenly washed over you. Your hand fell, and you bit the pillow in a feeble attempt at muffling your screams of pleasure as your whole body trembled. Namjoon slowed down his thrusts to help you ride out your high, soothingly rubbing your back as you came.
Your mind was hazy, but Namjoon’s smooth voice brought you back to reality. “Are you alright, baby?”
“Yes,” you managed to say. He pulled out of you, helping you to lie down completely on the bed. “Wait, but you haven’t-”
“I know, I’m just giving you a moment to breathe, baby,” he said, a tender smile on his face. “Come on, turn around.”
“Oh, so now you’re going for missionary?” You teased.
He chuckled. “I’m a romantic, and I wanna see your tits.”
“Wow, very romantic indeed,” you mocked him, turning onto your back like he wanted. You parted your legs, allowing him to slot himself in between them. He wasted no time now, sliding inside you quickly and placing his hands on each side of you. He leaned down to steal a kiss from you, but you wouldn’t let him leave that fast, so you wrapped your arms around his neck.
He responded by letting his weight fall onto you, lost in the kiss. He moved his hips slowly, but quickly picked up the pace once again. He grabbed your leg and wrapped it around his torso, urging you to do the same with the other one as the kiss deepened. Your fingers got lost in his silky hair, both of you moaning in unison as he pounded into you.
Namjoon broke the kiss to speak. “I’m close,” he warned, pressing your foreheads together.
Even though your cunt was battered raw, you still craved him. “Cum inside me.”
That comment alone nearly made him lose his marbles. “Fuck, really? Are you sure?”
You nodded. “I want you.”
He smiled, quickening his pace a bit more, still hitting deep inside you, though not as deep as before. “Shit, okay.” He buried his face in your neck, lathering it with kisses while a wandering hand of yours grabbed onto his ass and squeezed to drive him even crazier. His pace grew erratic, a sign that he was about to cum. “I’m gonna take you to Bali, baby,” he ranted as he nibbled on the skin. “Take you to Bali and rent a whole fucking bungalow and fuck you on every surface I can find.”
You felt dizzy, but chuckled at his comments. “That sounds amazing.”
“Okay, fuck, I’m- shit,” he growled, fisting the sheets as he stilled, spilling his seed inside you. He came with force, muffling his own sounds of pleasure by biting your neck. You yelped, now having a bite mark to accessorize with your hickey.
He tried to catch his breath as he parted from your neck and looked at you, then planted a tender kiss to your lips. “I love you.”
You beamed. “I love you too, Joon.”
“Sorry for the, uh, bite.”
“It’s okay,” you dismissed. “Nothing I can’t hide with heavy-duty foundation.”
“If you need some, I can buy it for you,” he offered.
“How about we shower instead and get a gel for the bruises I’ll inevitably have on my neck tomorrow?”
He chuckled. “Alright. Are you hungry, by the way? I can whip up something quick in the kitchen, or we can order something. I’m sure it’s not that late, anyway.” He craned his head to look at the digital clock on his nightstand. “It’s close to eleven.”
You nodded. “Fried chicken?”
“With beer?”
“Yes,” you smiled.
He kissed your temple. “Alright, baby.” Then, he wrapped his arms around you and lathered even more kisses to your face, reluctant to let you go now that he finally had you.