Late Night Reading | Namjoon Smut Drabble
One thing you could count on was that Namjoon read at least a little bit every night, and tonight was no exception. It was late, but Namjoon was still up, curled into his armchair reading by the warm, yellow lamp light. He was at the end of the chapter, and as he turned the page a scrap of paper fell out. Curious, he picked it up with furrowed brows.
Your messy cursive was inked there in blue.
āCome to the bedroom?ā
Namjoon smiled, putting his book to the side.
He followed the sound of your music playing down the hall, wondering what awaited him.
You heard him approaching, but didnāt stop what you were doing. You had on his shirt, and were rubbing yourself lightly through your panties, back propped against the pillows. He cleared his throat when he entered, and you turned your head grinning at him.
āWas my baby girl thinking about me?ā he asked, crossing the floor and coming round to the other side of the bed, laying onto his stomach, fingers reaching out and tracing ticklish patterns onto the bare skin of your lower stomach.
āMmhum... please touch me?ā you asked, looking into his eyes with a practiced pout.
āI am touching you.ā he teased, the warmth of his palm sliding up your stomach towards your chest.
You sighed, melting into the touch but still wanting more.
āI want to see you touch yourself. Show me how much you want it..ā his deep voice whispered into your ear, before his lips met your neck in a kiss that was sure to leave a mark.
You lifted your hips off the bed, sliding your panties down your legs, and you heard the rumble of a growl catch in his throat.
āYouāre fucking soaked, baby girl...ā he said as he thumbed at your nipple absentmindedly, voice laced with adoration.
You spread your legs wider, giving him a better view as you ran your index finger between your folds, gathering your wetness and swirling it around your clit. It was so intense like this, you could hear Namjoonās heartbeat pick up beside you, could smell his cologne, entirely on display under his rapt attention.
He mouthed at your chest as you slipped your fingers inside yourself, hips bucking up gracelessly. Your head spun as Namjoonās hands trailed down, pressed possessively against your sides.
āPlease, I canāt take it Da-ā you paused, biting your lip, and Namjoonās eyes locked dangerously with your own.
āWhat was that baby girl?ā he asked, and you shook your head, looking away.
He held your jaw and cupped your face upwards to meet his gaze.
āGo on. Tell Daddy.ā he purred.
You gasped, fingers stilling inside yourself, theyād never be enough.
āDaddy fuck me, fuck me please.ā you babbled, begged.
āShh, itās okay-ā he started, situating himself between your legs.
His hot breath bloomed against your inner thighs as he leaned down.
āIāll take care of you.ā














