Teasing
Namjoon x Reader
WARNING PURE SMUT, ORGASM DENIAL, TEASING, DADDY KINK
Word count: 1.3K
You had been attempting to talk Namjoon out of attending the company dinner all week, even bringing up a mini vacation, to no avail. So here the two of you were, spending your Friday evening nicely dressed and enduring mindless conversations about upcoming events. You wanted to be on a beach somewhere, or home, anywhere but stuck at the table surrounded by your boyfriend’s bandmates and company members. After two hours of participating in small talk with some acquaintances, you turn to Namjoon who is submerged in conversation with Yoongi. The buttons of his dress shirt separate slightly as his upper body turns towards the man with which he converses. From where you sit, you can see the expanse of his bronzed skin stretched over the tight muscles of his abdomen and you pull out your phone, a single thought on your mind.
Joonie, you look so good tonight. I can’t keep my eyes off you. Can’t we go home now?
You pick at the food in front of you. It looked delicious, but you only wanted one thing at the moment and it wasn’t anything on that plate. A quiet vibration brought your attention to the phone in your lap.
Baby, just sit and wait. We’ll be leaving in a couple more hours. Plus, you’ve barely touched the food on your plate.
You quickly type your reply, hoping no one realizes how impolite you’re being.
That’s because I’m not hungry for food, Daddy~
If that didn’t get you what you wanted, then you might as well give up.
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It didn’t. An hour later you were still at the table and Namjoon had tucked his phone into his pocket, not bothering to reply to your last message. You found yourself extremely needy and decided to have a little fun to make the last hour go by quickly. As you rejoined the conversation, your hand traveled to Joon’s thigh. You traced small circles over the fabric of his pants, drawing closer to where his cock was starting to harden. So, your last message had affected him. He shot you a warning glance but you pretended not to notice as you shared some of your own stories of your boyfriend’s clumsiness with the staff. You stroked his now fully erect cock over his pants, the table hiding your lewd actions. Namjoon tried to push your hand away without drawing attention to the scene, but you didn’t stop. You were having too much fun making him squirm.
“Y/N, that’s enough.” Everyone else could only assume that he was talking about the stories you were sharing, oblivious to game you were playing. You smirked at him, your hand continuing its sinful ministrations.
“I’m sorry, baby. I was only teasing.”
The look on Namjoon’s face told you that you were playing a dangerous game. He hated that word and your actions promised a long night ahead. Within minutes the dinner was ending and Namjoon had a very painful looking tent in his pants. He grabbed your hand and headed towards the door, uttering small “goodbyes” and “thank yous” along the way.
The ride home was silent, the car filled with sexual tension as Namjoon raced home.
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As soon as you set foot in the apartment, you were roughly pushed against the wall. Namjoon slammed the door shut and pressed his body to yours, his shallow breath evident against your ear.
“You think it’s funny to tease, babygirl?” He growled into your ear. You knew what he wanted. He wanted you to submit to him. He wanted you to play the role, but you weren’t going to give in so easily. So instead of answering him you laughed. Wrong move.
He threw you over his shoulder with a firm smack to your ass, carrying you to the bedroom. He instructed you to start undressing slowly as he made himself comfortable on the edge of the bed. You just look at him, an eyebrow raised.
“Since you think teasing is so fun, go ahead and put on a little show for Daddy.” In one swift motion, the satin dress you were wearing was thrown to the floor, your bare skin being ravished by the dark eyes of your lover.
“No bra? Panties? So naughty,” He cooed. You only smiled. “On your knees, baby.”
The heat between your legs overcame your desire to test Namjoon and you complied, taking your spot between his knees. One of his hands reached out to rest against your pale cheek, the other working on his belt. Ridding himself of his pants and boxers, you slowly opened your mouth, taking in all of him from the start. You had been worked up for hours and you couldn’t take it anymore. Tears spilled from the corners of your eyes as his length assaulted your throat repeatedly, his hand moving to collect your hair in his grip. When he was getting close, he pulled you off his length, spit hanging from your lips.
“You’re so beautiful when you suck my dick, baby. Now on the bed.” He commanded.
He took a swing at your ass as you climbed onto the bed on all fours. Before you could turn around to await further instruction, Namjoon’s hands were on your hips as he pushed into you from behind. You let out a deep moan at the satisfaction of being filled completely. He reached up to grab your hair as he slowly started moving, letting you feel every inch of him against your heat. He pulled out almost completely before slamming back into you over and over again, the sounds of your moans mixing with the sounds of skin slapping and the bed frame hitting the wall. The all too familiar feeling began to build in your lower stomach as you approached your high, but the feeling ended as Namjoon pulled out of you completely.
“Daddy~” you whined, the frustration evident in your voice.
“See, babygirl? Teasing isn’t fun.” He said turning you over. He began to plant kisses on every inch of your skin, beginning with your nose and trailing down to the valley between your breast. He sucked on one of your nipples, rolling the other in his fingers. You moaned when he gave the bud a harsh bite before continuing his sloppy trail of kisses south. His mouth reached your thighs, your core pooling under his hot breath as he hovered over where you needed him most. He wanted to hear you beg.
“Please, Daddy. I can’t-” The feeling of his rough tongue against your clit was enough to shut you up and your hands snaked down to tug at his hair. He inserted two fingers into your soaked core, pumping a few times before adding a third. While his fingers curled inside of you, his tongue continued to work your clit. Your second orgasm was approaching quickly and you prayed that Namjoon would let you come. You should have known better as he stopped mid-action for the second time that night. Tears leaked out of your eyes as your second orgasm retreated.
“I’m sorry, Daddy. I won’t do it again.” You pleaded. He just chuckled.
“That’s not true.” He replied thrusting his hips into yours, his arms on either side of your head.
You let out a string of curses as the feeling of your approaching orgasm started to accumulate yet again. In a matter of moments, both of your orgasms were ripping through your bodies as your legs trembled and his quick pace faltered. Namjoon collapsed next to you, pulling you close and running his fingers through your hair, the fading rhythm of his heartbeat matching your own.
“That was by far the best sex of my life.” He commented, nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck.
“Maybe I should tease you more often then…” You reply, your tone light and playful.
“I don’t know about that,” He says before the two of you drift off to sleep.
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