Hi boo, can you give us more DILF recs? Doesn't matter which member.
hey baby! sure <3
I added dilf and some where the member is a father (I hope you don't mind). I must have read other fanfics with Taehyung but I can't remember them off the top of my head so for now this is it 💕
Genre/warning: dilf namjoon, forbidden relationship, smut,a little angst, a little fluff,age gap, daddy kink, unprotected sex, spanking, rough sex, big dick joon, praise kink, nicknames, getting caught by his?, asshole fucking,this is just smut lolz, also, you're a screamer in this one,mentions of cheating.
Synopsis: oh it's so wrong. Wanting you is so fucking wrong but he can't help it. How can he when he's so drawn to your angelic features
Author's pov
"You look gorgeous,baby" you smiled a little shyly, looking at him coyly as he sat on the couch of his bedroom, his legs spread with his hand resting over his thick thigh. You didn't missed the way he eyed your body like a hungry wolf. As you stood in front of him wearing a pink skirt which came just above your mid thighs. Wearing only a pink skirt with a hairband of cute little bunny ears on the top of your head. "Can you do a little twirl for me,my dove?" His voice was deep and husky as he leaned back on the couch. You nodded whispering a small "yes daddy" as you eyed his very much noticable bulge before twirling around, making sure that he got a nice view of what was under the little skirt "fuck" he sighed, his hand going towards his bulge and he palmed himself through his pants, his voice heavy with lust as he mumbled "come lay on my lap pretty girl"
You bite your bottom lip, smiling softly as you strutted over to him with an unintentional sway of hips. Leaning down you pouted, and his dimples popped up as he smiled, kissing your plump lips making you giggle softly as you laid on your stomach, over his spreaded legs. Your ass up as your lower body laid on his one leg. You moaned softly as his large hand started kneading your ass, massaging the soft flesh and a shiver ran down your spin when he lifted the skirt, your glistening pussy now exposed to the cold air in the room. He groaned massaging your ass cheek softly before mumbling "can you be a good girl and count for me?" You eagerly nodded "yes daddy" wiggling your butt, relishing in his deep chuckle. You waited for the impact with a slightly tensed body. But it never came. Your eyebrows furrowed and you relaxed slightly before turning your face to look at him "daddy what's wrong- ah one!" A squeal left your lips when he suddenly spanked you hard, causing you to grip the material of his expensive couch. He chuckled before mumbling "can you tell me your safe word baby?" You sniffled quietly whispering "red,daddy" "good girl" he murmured before raising his hand and you gasped jumping when his hand came in contact with your ass again "two!" And this went on until you were flushed and pink with tears streaking down your face. But you didn't tell him to stop.
"T-thirteen daddy!" You sobbed holding his thigh tightly while he massaged your ass cheek tenderly. Being mindful of the red and bruised skin. "You're doing so good my dove. Just two more. You can take it can't you?" He rasped caressing your hair and you nodded Immediately, sniffling "y-yes i can daddy" "good girl" you perked up at the praise before the sound of skin slapping echoed loudly "f-fourteen!" Again "f-fifteen!" You cried out, slumping on his lap as he gently massaged your ass. You're more than sure that it's all red and bruised with his hand marks on them.
He gently picked you up, making you sit on his lap and wiped your tears softly "you did so great baby" "r-really?" You whispered with hopeful eyes and your face brightened when he nodded "so perfect. My good girl" "your good girl" you whispered to yourself smiling giddily but soon it turned into a sheepish one when he chuckled raspily "you ruined my pants baby. You got this wet just by getting spanked" you gaped at his expensive suit pants,a big spot of your arousal present on them and some of it had also dripped on the couch. "M'sorry daddy" you mumbled but your pout gives away that you're not one bit of sorry. He smirks,cupping your full breast in his large hand and you sighed out as he started playing with your pebbled nipples. "As much as i would love to play with these pretty tits i need to be inside you baby. Get on the bed" he murmured. The dominance in his voice only makes you gush even more. You stood up and started walking towards the bed hearing him groan lowly and looked over your shoulder. A small giggle left your lips when you realized he was staring at your thighs were your arousal was dripping down "you love knowing you make me crazy don't you" he grunted standing up and walking towards you with long and dominant strides as you laid on the king sized bed with your kness bend so that your pussy was on full view to his hungry eyes.
You watched him from your spot, innocently shaking your head with a smile. Your eyes following his movements as he yanked his tie off while clenching his jaw and poking his inner cheek with his tongue. Oh god you love when he does that. His dark eyes were pinned to your womanhood as he took off his suit jacket and shirt roughly, before taking off his pants along with his briefs and your mouth watered at the sight of his cock springing up and slapping against his abdomen.
Namjoon is huge. He's bigger than any other dick you've had. Certainly a lot more bigger than his son. It always makes you wonder if he'll fit. No matter how many times he has taken you. You whimpered in want staring at the precum forming already. He palmed himself, his voice coming out with heavy pants with his eyes heavy with lust "turn around and get on all fours,dove and keep that skirt on" you nodded "yes daddy" and turned around getting on Your hands and knees, wiggling your ass. He inhaled sharply, getting on the bed and you jumped slightly when his hand came in contact with yout clit, a soft moan leaving your lips as he rubbed slow circles over your throbbing pussy. "Fuck. So fucking wet" he gritted, spreading your ass cheeks and a guttural groan left his lips when your ass hole came in his view. You squeaked and jumped when his finger suddenly started circling your rim. A gasp leaving your lips when his thumb applied more pressure on your asshole.
"Has your asshole ever been fucked, baby?" He murmured rubbing slow circles over your rim and you shaked your head moaning softly causing him to chuckle cockily "of course you haven't. Those little jerks who cum after 2 strokes can't handle all this ass" he growled squeezing your ass causing you to whimper softly "j-joonie need you please. Need your cock" you whined and he chuckled playing with your clit " 'course you do angel. Tell me pretty baby. Can i fuck this little asshole?" You gasped nodding eagerly. Why? Simply because you trust him. You trust that he would never hurt you. "Do you remember your safe word?" He murmured fondling with your folds and you nodded "red, daddy" "that's my girl" his girl. You smiled at the thought
He leaned down and you jumped slightly when he spat on your virgin hole. He bite his lip, slowly entering one finger inside you. You released a delicious gasp, your hands bunching up the sheets as he shushed you "is this good baby?" Although you felt a slight discomfort, it was starting to feel good as his long finger massaged yout clit too. "Yes joonie" he tched and you immediately apologized after realizing what you called him. "Take deep breaths for me babygirl" you did as he said, your eyes clenching shut when you felt another finger entering causing your body to tense up "relax doll" he murmured slowly thrusting his fingers in and out of your asshole. You sighed as the discomfort started disappearing but suddenly, squeak of his name left your lips when he entered a third finger, slowly thrusting. And after a while, it was starting to feel good. "How does that feel little dove?" He asked calmly. You wonder how can he sound so calm and patient when he quite literally has a raging boner. Maybe because he's not like those boys of your age. Impatient and always in a hurry to finish like a horny teenager. Maybe it's because he's older and experienced.
"Feels good" you sighed moaning softly and slowly wiggling your hips to get used to the new feeling "think you can take my cock now?" He mumbled and you thought about it. Maybe you can. I mean there's literally three fingers inside your asshole so you can take his cock right? After a second, you nodded "you sure?" He asked once again and you looked over your shoulder whining softly "yes daddy please need your cock" he chuckled taking his fingers out causing you to clench around nothing "demanding little princess " not your fault. He realized that maybe he has spoiled you a little too much. Not that he minds.
He patted your butt once, before lining himself to your entrance. A shaky breath left your lips when you felt his tip running against you hole. And suddenly, a mixture of a gasp and a moan left your lips when his cock started entering inside your much tighter asshole. You definitely weren't ready to him. You realized as you felt his cock brushing against each part of your asshole. Filling you up to the brim. "Fuck still so damn tight" namjoon gritted, gripping your ass tightly with possessive hands as he slowly bottomed out before slamming back in causing you moan loudly as your body jerked forward. He bite his lip, his hips stuttering slightly because of how you were squeezing his dick so hard. But as he found a steady pace, he was anything but gentle, thrusting in and out ruthlessly as low groans and growls left his lips. A cry of his name left your lips as he thrusted in particularly hard, causing your arms to shake and you lost balance, your upper body no longer being supported by your arms, your cheek pressed against his pillow and your hands gripped his sheets with your ass up in air.
Loud moans were spilling from your lips as he fucked you ruthlessly. The sound of skin slapping increasing by the second as he gripped your ass in a bruising grip. "Fuck yes doll let me hear that voice" he groaned pounding inside you hard. Tears started running down your face because of the overwhelming pleasure. Never did you imagine that you would be here on your boyfriend's dad's bed. Naked and getting your body spilt in two parts by his dad's cock.
You still remember when you met him for the first time. Sehun had told you that his mom died when he was 16 years old. So his dad has been raising him alone since 6 years. You already felt so much respect for his dad. But as saw him for the first time, you didn't miss the way his eyes ran over your body. And you felt bad for liking the way he was looking at you. But soon you realized you shouldn't have felt so bad. Because well, you weren't surprised when you found out that your so called boyfriend has been cheating on you with his girl bestfriend ever since you both started dating. He has no idea that you know. It's been 5 weeks since you found out. And that was the reason you and his dad namjoon got this close.
It started with a little brush. How he'd brush his finger on your arm,how he'd pat your head. Of course he never touched you before when you were happily in a relationship with his son. But after you told him that his son has been cheating on you, the tension between you both started increasing. It was almost to the point that one day you caught him jerking off while moaning your name. You were a little ashamed of how wet you got just by hearing his moans. No he wasn't a creep. He would never touch you or do anything that will make you uncomfortable. He wasn't stupid you see. He has noticed the little signs you give him. How you'd stare at his fingers, his lips, how you'd clench your thighs together every time praised you for anything.
So the night when you caught him masturbating, was the first time you let him take you. Against the wall because he was too impatient. Having waited long enough he wasn't going to waste any time. He didn't even bothered to strip you down. You were wearing a skirt that day too. He just pushed your panties to the side and fucked you till you can't feel your legs. But it seemed like he wasn't satisfied after that too. Because you woke up to his face in between your thighs. Not that you minded. Your so called boyfriend was also fucking his bestfriend at her house. What started as just lust, started turning something more every time you let him take you. And you know he feels it too. Of course he was furious at his son. Cheating is a big no. So you both decided to him have a taste of his own medicine until he finds out.
You gasped moaning his name as his hand fisted your hair, not tight enough to hurt you. He moaned at the sight. You looked like a fucking wet dream. Cheeks flushed pink and pressed against his pillow, your eyes rolled back, his one hand was holding both of your wrists over your back. Your mouth hanged open as tears and drool mixed on his pillow. Fuck. "Gonna come my dove?" He panted, his thrusts getting sloppier as you nodded "yes! Daddy gonna cum-" "fucking cum" he growled and you did. Harder than you've ever before. You screamed his name as your high washed over you, ruining his sheets as you came hard. So hard that you blacked out for a moment.
His eyes clenched shut and his head lolled back as he felt his own high approaching rapidly. And just as he was about to come, the door of his bedroom snapped open and in came his son "dad can you keep it down-" sehun froze on his place, and at the same time namjoon moaned your name as his cock shot ropes and ropes of his cum inside you. Everything was silent for a moment other than namjoon's heavy breathing as he raised an eyebrow towards his son whose mouth was hanging open as he looked at you and his dad.
You opened your eyes hazily, only seeing a blurred image of your precious ex boyfriend standing there and looked at him with a fucked out smile before slurring out "hey baby..hope you had a great dinner with gina. Because i had a great time with joonie"
Namjoon snickered. Sehun left the room and made sure to close the door behind him.
❅ pairing: dilf namjoon x reader
❅ genre: one shot, smut, fluff, with a touch of Christmas cheer.
❅ summary: he knows if you’ve been bad or good, so be good for goodness sake...or bad if you know what’s good for you.
❅ warnings: smut 18+, this is exactly what you would expect it to be, mentions of hyperventilating, unprotected sex (established relationship), fingering, mentions of cum, slight dumbification, slight roleplay.
❅ a/n: just felt like cranking out a Christmas fic because why not? Happy holidays, babies! And thank you once again to the amazing @outromoni for looking out for me and making this incredible banner for me! She’s the absolute best!
The entire house was dark except for some nightlights you had plugged in just in case one of the kids woke up in the middle of the night. The house was tidy, everyone was asleep, and you were finally able to rest yourself. All the presents were wrapped and placed under the tree for the next day, but you were sad to be spending this Christmas without Namjoon. He’d been traveling for some months now, and even though he promised to see you soon, the dates kept getting extended.
Shutting off the final light switch, you made your way upstairs and straight to bed. In the morning the kids would be so happy to open their gifts and you had a lot to get ready. Having a two and four year old wasn’t easy work. Once your head hit the pillow you were out for the count.
Some time deep into the night, you heard a sound downstairs. Checking the clock next to you, the time was four in the morning. “What in the world?” Tossing the blanket to the side, you thought that maybe the little ones had gotten up way earlier than you anticipated, so you quickly made it downstairs to catch them, only to be frozen in place at the sight of an intruder.
The trespasser looked extremely tall and large, and for some reason kept hovering around the tree. You couldn’t believe this was actually happening because Namjoon always made sure to have the best state of the art security system when it came to protecting his family. Looking around, you didn’t immediately see any weapons, not that you’d be able to take on the big, muscular—
Squinting, you noticed that not only was the criminal placing gifts under the tree, but they were also wearing a red suit. “Santa?” The name slipped past your lips accidentally due to the fact that the entire scene before you seemed so unreal. You were probably dreaming, but when the criminal started to turn around, your immediate reaction was to rush straight toward them.
With fists in the air, and the loudest roar you could produce, you charged blindly until you were met with a solid, muscular chest. Your wrists were suddenly locked and held high above you by the invader’s own hands, and when you looked up to meet the eyes of the one that may very well kill you this night, you almost passed out when you found the eyes of your lover instead.
“Joon?”
“Who else would it be, baby?” he chuckles.
Your body suddenly melts into a puddle as all the stress of the night’s events drain you of your energy. Namjoon doesn’t let you fall too hard, his arms wrapping around you tightly and lifting you back up.
“Surprise?” He smirks, but it’s lopsided because he’s really not sure if you're happy to see him right now. He knew it would be a big surprise, but he wasn’t intending for you to come downstairs before he finished placing the gifts. His plan was to go to the baby’s room and place a gift at their feet hoping that maybe he could give them a Christmas surprise in case they woke up, and then find his way to your warm body in bed. But now everything was ruined and you were currently hyperventilating. Knowing how to calm you down, he quickly led you to the sofa and sat you down before gently moving your head between your legs.
“Breathe in, and out…that’s it, baby. You’re doing such a good job.”
After ten minutes you were finally able to sit up, but the worried look on his face made you feel terrible. “Joon, when…why…how?” You were still unable to speak as you wanted, but Namjoon could tell you were starting to take it all in.
“We finished early and I decided to surprise the kids with Santa, but it seems I surprised you instead.” His chest vibrated with a jolly laugh, but he kept it low knowing the children were still asleep. “You really are cute, though. Did you really think you could just kill Santa like that?”
“Don’t tease me! I really thought someone had broken in. I wasn’t expecting you for another few weeks.”
“Well, I missed you, baby. Come sit on Santa’s lap and tell me what you’d like for Christmas this year.”
The offer was incredibly tempting since it had been several months without his touch. Even though you’d just had the biggest scare of your life, your adrenaline was still pumping and now your body was hot all over.
“Okay, Santa.” You watch as his eyes widen in shock at your immediate reciprocation, and you smile in amusement. He really was all yours, and so incredibly gorgeous. Straddling him, you set your face inches from his own and sigh. “What I really, really want, is to ride my husband’s cock. I missed it so much, and now that I can feel his muscular thighs below me, I really want it even more. Can you make that happen, Santa?”
Namjoon swallowed and set his hands at your hips. Licking his lips, he tilted his head and huffed. “Is that what you want, angel? You want to ride my sleigh?”
You roll your eyes at his terrible joke, and he chuckles. You almost slap his chest for ruining the mood, but he shifts his hips and pushes them up allowing you to feel the hardness between his thighs. A tiny whimper escapes you and you almost feel embarrassed at how pathetic you already sounded.
“Mmm, I missed those, baby.”
His lips suddenly meet yours in a feverish kiss, the desperation and need to feel you all over consuming him. It had been far too long. Unable to wait, he immediately strips you of your nightgown happy to find you naked beneath it. He feels your hands sneak into his red jacket and he helps you by ripping it off before you even ask. Unable to wait any longer, he pulls his length out and fills you completely in one swift motion. You both pause and moan, the feeling just too overwhelming to contain. “Fuck, I missed you so much, angel.”
“I missed you, too, Santa.”
“Fuck Santa. I’m home now.”
He lifts you up with his dick still inside and walks over to the fireplace where the Christmas tree stands. “I wanted to give you my present, baby. Are you ready for it?”
You’re so lost as to what he means because right now wasn’t the time for gifts. He doesn’t say anything after, only holds your ass in his large hands so he can pump into you while standing. He only lasts for a moment, the sensation of finally being in your pussy too much to bear. He’s afraid he’ll cum all over himself and just the knowledge of your pussy wide and taking him deep like this had his cock rock hard. He pulls you away and then turns you so that you’re facing the mantle of the fireplace. The fire isn’t roaring at the moment, but there was no need as both of your body’s were producing enough heat to warm the entire room.
“Grab on.” Namjoon places your hands up so that you can grab the wood, and then slides his hard length back into your cunt with ease. You were so incredibly wet for him in mere minutes and his ego got a little bigger at the fact. “Hold tight, baby. Just like that.” He grabs your hips and tilts you forward a little so your back is arched just right. He’s quite tall, but he’s able to spread his legs a little in order to drill into you from behind. He enjoys how your ass bounces against his pelvis, the flesh jiggling in all the right places, driving him mad.
“Fuck…you’re so fucking sexy.”
You don’t respond to anything he’s saying, only allow your body to get manipulated every which way because the truth is, you want him to use you anyway he wants, and the faster he pounds his cock into you, the more incoherent you become.
He leans forward slightly and grabs your arms so that they are behind your back. He holds you in place, using this new position to fuck you deeper. You can’t help but fall forward slightly with the force of his thrusts, and Namjoon widens his stance. In this position he can see himself enter you, how your asshole responds by fluttering with every stroke he delivers.
“Are you ready for your present, baby?” His forehead is soaked in sweat and his leg muscles are burning, but none of that matters when all he needs to hear is a yes.
You’re being fucked dumb, the last thing Namjoon said completely missed by you. All you can repeat over and over is omg yes and please fuck me, because you didn’t want him to stop.
“What’s that, baby?”
“Yes! OH god yesssssss.”
Perfect.
“Merry. Fucking. Christmas.” He punctuates each word by thrusting hips and then cums deep inside of you. Before he goes completely limp, he reaches around and strokes your clit with skilled efficiency making you cum almost immediately. Your legs shake with the force of your orgasm, and Namjoon helps you ride it out. When you finally come back down, he pulls his cock out of you at an agonizingly slow pace, and it causes you to clench. His cum slips out with the action and he tuts in disappointment.
“Uh uh uh…you need to keep that inside of you. That’s no way to be thankful for your gift, baby.”
He presses his long middle finger into your pussy while you’re still bent forward and pushes his silky cum back inside of you. You mewl at the feeling, the sensitivity already making you dizzy.
“Keep it all in. Every single drop.”
You do your best to do as he says when he lifts you up and carries you back to the couch where he cradles you on his lap. The moment is perfect, the sun starting to rise as the lights from the Christmas tree light up the room. He felt amazing, warm and his smell brought you a sense of peace. When your head is finally back to earth, you reach up and kiss him sensually.
“I missed you so much, Joonie.”
“And I missed you.”
“What was all the Christmas present stuff you kept talking about?”
Namjoon smirks and then moves a hand down between your thighs and pushes a finger into you to make sure his gift remains where he put it. “We’ll find out in nine months.”
I wanna say that namjoons dad bestfriend drabble was so freaking hot….🥵🥵🥵 maybe part 2? 🙏 when they make out in family house of yn? And her dad is next room 👀 i am so dirty pls forgive me😂
can't believe it took me so long to answer this... okay, so, my requests are not open but i decided to clear up my inbox a bit, starting with this one. as for this part 2... i know it could have been just a short scene with pure smut, but i wanted the drama of the plot, okay? also i'm not doing another psa: this is wrong and pls don't do this, it's just fiction
part 1
Namjoon knew he had to stop this. This... Whatever it was the two of you had. He had found excuses to come see you multiple times throughout the winter, always missing you too much and being unable to stay away for too long. But when you surprised him, secretly coming back to your hometown to be with just him for a week, he wasn't as happy. It was the first reminder of how different your worlds were; he was a grown man minding his career, at an age where he should be seeking marriage and kids. And you? You were skipping school to see your crush.
"I think my daughter has a boyfriend," his best friend casually told him one day soon after that. Namjoon froze, his heart the only thing reacting to those words. But his friend went on nonchalantly, pointing to his ignorance. "I don't mind, of course. I've only told her one thing, and it's not to get pregnant. I don't want her to go through what her mother and I went through, you know? She's at this age... you know? She needs to enjoy her age."
Namjoon... The grown man who should be seeking marriage and kids was fucking this girl. All those times he came inside you, filling you up a little too aggressively– as if deep down he wished he'd knock you up and keep you to himself forever.
He had to end this.
When he told you those same words –you need to enjoy your age, you need to be with a peer– you seemed more mad than hurt. But perhaps you understood. You weren't stupid, you too knew this was wrong. Perhaps you were just waiting for it to happen, waiting for the excitement of doing something against the rules to die out and the realization of the responsibility to hit him. You didn't blame him. But you were still annoyed. Stopped talking altogether, the only news he got from you now came from your father. You did get a boyfriend, or so he was told. And you were doing well with your studies and you were generally living a great student's life.
Summertime and you were here again. Along with your so-called boyfriend. Namjoon was so pissed off when he saw the skinny, mussy, sweaty boy that seemed to either be very slow or high off his ass all the time. And you seemed pleased with yourself.
"You really had to bring him here?"
You chuckled– an evil laugh, he thought. "I thought you'd be happy to see me dating someone my age." When your eyes met his, you made him feel like your positions were switched. So confident while he was almost throwing a tantrum. "What about you?" you asked. "Dating anyone your age?"
On that topic, Namjoon had more than enough women showing interest. And your father, for some reason, was dead set on finding him a wife. All those blind dates he had to escape from! He was simply not interested. He didn't want to admit it was because he was still thinking about you; that no one else would ever be a good replacement for you. He didn't want to because he didn't plan on coming back to you; he had to be the adult, the mature one, and stay away. It was the logical and the right thing to do. He didn't want to admit that, despite all of his intelligence and reason, he still thought about you... Because if he did this would no longer be just some attraction, just some fucking around. If he admitted it was more, what would happen then?
No... this was good. You had already moved on. Enjoying your life the way you were supposed to, a life he had no room to be in. All he had to do now was follow your example.
"Namjoon..."
That text was sent past 2 am on a rainy night in October. The only text he had gotten from you in months. That was all it said yet it made his stomach tight as if you had moaned his name in his ear. As if he knew exactly why you had texted him; needy in the middle of the night, that measly boy surely unable to satisfy you, knowing exactly who could help you at that moment. Fuck... Perhaps if he replied right then things would go back to how they were a year ago. He didn't. And you didn't text him again.
"Joon! You are staying for the holidays, right? You should spend Christmas with us." Your father was more than happy to share that day meant to be with family, with his best friend. Namjoon was like family anyway, wasn't he? When he tried to come up with an excuse, the other insisted. "See? If you were married now you would have someone to spend Christmas with, but you're not, so you'll come to spend it with our family. My daughter's coming home tomorrow, too. Ah. Could you pick her up 'cause–"
"No. I can't. Too busy."
The man laughed. "It's okay. But I am expecting you for dinner on Christmas!" he said with a pointing finger. "I'm not taking no for an answer."
And so there he was. Sitting right across from you at the table. In the months that had passed, you had gained some weight and he thought you had never looked better. Your face a little fuller, your jeans straining against your round thighs and hips, your breasts fitting your curves just right. The body of a grown woman. All Namjoon could think about was feeling you against him again. And he was mad again... Did your stupid boyfriend have the chance to fuck you like that? He didn't deserve you.
"You didn't bring that boy with you this time..." he commented.
"What, Eric?" your mother answered for you. "They broke up."
Namjoon raised an eyebrow, eyes never leaving yours. "Really? How come?"
The corner of your lips turned upwards. "He was just... Too much of a kid."
He hated the way he sighed in relief, the way excitement bubbled in his stomach. He shouldn't be as happy to hear that as he was... He glanced at you again, your hair that had grown longer pushed back to expose your neck. It was getting harder and harder for Namjoon to keep his mind from wandering off to inappropriate things. Along with other parts getting hard.
And then your father spoke. "Joon. You know she's graduating next month, right?" His eyebrows shot up high on his forehead because no– no, he didn't know that. "She's looking for an internship and I thought–"
"Dad..."
"–you could help her get in your company? Maybe you could put in a good word for her?"
"Dad!" Your tone and the way your eyes widened towards your father's way betrayed the fact that the topic hadn't been new, and that you were clearly against the idea.
He looked at you until you finally turned back to face him. And surprising both himself and you, he said: "Yes, of course."
"I'm going to sleep," you announced after the dinner was over and you had helped clean up the table. You gave Namjoon a long glance before you disappeared down the hallway. Your parents had moved to the couch, TV on for some music and a game of cards keeping them busy when their friend asked to go to the bathroom. And you heard a soft knock on your door. "I'm assuming you know that's the wrong door you're knocking at," you spoke before you opened. Already in your sleeping outfit that consisted of an oversized t-shirt and just your panties.
"You knew it was me?" Namjoon whispered, eyes still stuck on your thighs.
"My parents don't knock."
You let him in, closing the door behind you and leaning on it as you looked up at him through your lashes. You both stayed silent for a moment, your breaths the only thing filling the empty, badly lit room. You noticed how he wet his plump lips and bit them while he was examining your face. So close you could smell his aroma, the one you never forgot.
“You don’t have to… you know,” you spoke, referring to your father’s idea. “I know you want to avoid me.”
Namjoon exhaled from his nose as if he was annoyed. “I- It’s not that I want to…”
“I know.” You gulped, finding your mouth wetting too much at the wish of kissing him, along with other parts getting wet. “You don’t want to— you have to.” You dared place your hands on his chest, and instead of pulling away, he leaned into your touch. Feeling his heart beat fast under your fingertips like the way he was breathing. He was slowly losing his mind but he knew he wasn’t the only one. “You don’t have to push me away,” you continued in a low tone. “I know what I’m doing. I’m the one coming to you.”
“Little one…” he rasped, and it had you catching a moan in the back of your throat. Oh, how you longed for his pet names, his voice calling to you lovingly. He stepped even closer. He knew he shouldn’t be there, he shouldn’t be doing this right now… But how could he stop? He wanted you so bad. His hands cupped your cheeks, lips just a breath away from yours, brushing against you as he whispered: “Come work with me… I wanna see you every day.”
The fabric of his shirt pooled in your palms as you grabbed him, closing the tiny gap between you. Both of you sighing in a mixture of relief and impatience as your lips crushed together. The softness only lasted a few seconds before you were moaning and Namjoon was pinning you on the door, deepening the kiss by slipping his tongue in like he was trying to devour you. Your arms wrapped around him while his hands traveled down your body, groping you like you were his stress relief toy. Your hips, your ass… He broke the kiss and buried his face in your neck.
“Ah- daddy,” you whined, grinding on him.
Namjoon felt like he was about to cry. “I missed you so much!” he choked out right before latching his teeth on your skin. Your naughty fingers were struggling to unzip his pants quickly and it made him chuckle instead of sob. “Fuck—” he growled. And he pulled back to stare at you with dark eyes. “Such a little slut, so desperate for my cock.” There he was; the Namjoon you knew so well. His words made you shiver.
“Please, daddy. I need you right now.”
He placed a hand on the door right next to your head, while he freed his dick with the other. “Your parents are right outside.”
Ignoring his words, you discarded your panties and took him in your hand, biting your lip. “I can’t wait any longer, need you to fuck me right now, plea-ase!” you whined a little too loud and Namjoon growled, grabbing your legs and lifting you until you straddled his waist, back on the door.
“Gosh, you’ll get daddy in big trouble, baby.” Tip of his cock brushing your wet folds, making your mouth drop. “They might come looking for me.”
“Quick,” you sobbed. “Be quick, please, just— ah!”
He slipped inside and you both gasped. Your legs were shaking at the feeling, eyes rolling back and a moan as quiet as you could manage rumbled through your neck. He got as deep as he could, face scrunching as if he was in pain. You kissed him.
“I’ve missed you, daddy. I’ve missed this so much.”
His head was spinning as he was trying to find the right words, the words that could describe exactly how he felt about you. “I- I-”
Laughter echoed through the house— your mother. You both froze. Namjoon glanced at the doorknob, and then he grabbed it; your parents could walk in at any moment. He didn’t stop though, nothing could stop him now. He angled his hips and started thrusting into you; fast and sloppy because the clock was ticking.
“Daddy…” you mewled, unable to do or say anything else.
Namjoon clasped a hand over your mouth. “Shh,” he demanded. “You better not start screaming like the little whore you are, or they’ll hear us.”
His words had the opposite effect of what he wanted; making you moan harder. And the fact that he had his big hand over your mouth made you not care to keep quiet. Your choked whines along with the wet sounds of his dick slipping in and out of you could definitely be heard from the other side of the door, perhaps even from that couch your father was on had it not been for the music.
“Shit, you—” he growled. He finally dropped his hand from your mouth, wanting to grab your ass to lift you higher, fuck you better.
Your head fell on his shoulder before you decided to bite down on it to stop yourself from screaming as Namjoon’s thick dick drilled into you with no mercy. “So-o good…”
“Yeah?” He sounded out of breath already, yet cocky. “Did you forget what it’s like to have a real man fuck your pussy, baby? That little boy didn’t do shit, did he? He can’t fuck you as good as daddy, right?”
Your nails dug in his back and you felt your brain so rotten like he was about to fuck you to sleep. “I… don’t know…” you mumbled.
Namjoon stopped. He pulled his head slightly back but he couldn’t see your face. “What?” Your body squirmed, trying to chase that high he had just denied you. “What do you mean—”
“I don’t know what he was like,” you whined. “I only thought of you.”
Another laughter, loud voices coming from that couch. It didn’t scare him that much this time, his heart was already racing and he only gave that direction a glance before he was pulling your head back to look into your eyes. Only then did he notice the tear stains on your cheeks, and you sobbed, choked as he thrust into you again.
“I only thought of you, daddy…” you repeated with a whimper. And it had his eyes rolling to the back of his head, pumping into you a couple more times, hard, before he spilled his seed deep inside.
A whisper. “Fuck…” Panting and groaning as he was trying to come to, and you watching his glistening face as he grimaced and bit his lip. He let you down, resting his forehead on the door while he still struggled to collect himself, and you basked in the pride it gave you. You tucked him back in his underwear and zipped him up with a smirk on your lips, seeing how he finally started to be able to focus his eyes on you.
You opened the door slightly and peeked out; your parents were still playing cards on the couch, they didn’t notice you just like they probably hadn’t noticed how long Namjoon was gone for.
“You should go back,” you whispered as you came back into the room. Namjoon kissed you quickly like he was trying to catch you off guard. And then he grabbed your chin, staring down at you, breaths still coming out too hard.
“Don’t fall asleep, baby. I’ll come back to finish what I started when your father goes to bed.”
You smiled, pushing him slightly back yet he wasn’t budging. “Go…” you prompted as you started feeling his cum sipping out of your cunt and slowly running down your thighs.
Namjoon smiled too. “Really. I’ll eat you out till you pass out, baby, I promise.”
In the dark of the room and the rush of the moment, you decided you had no reason not to let your thoughts slip out. “I wish you could just come to sleep in my arms.”
He got a little serious. And he kissed you again, slower than before. “I’ll see what I can do.”
He left through that door, meeting your parents that were happy to see him yet didn’t even bother to point out his long absence. Sitting next to his best friend while his breathing was still shaky from fucking his daughter.
Trials and tribulations of an unconventional relationship | dilf!Namjoon
Summary: Short drabbles based on dilf!Namjoon and your unconventional and morally wrong relationship with him. Aka, Namjoon falls for his mistress and try's to adjust to life after his wife.
Genre - dilf!Namjoon, drabble series
Warnings: This one is the super heavy one. Angst, cheating, Namjoons a dad and he's cheating on his wife with the babysitter. Oral, Namjoon is pretty degrading but he’s truly in love with the reader. I promise Namjoon is soft in this series he's just so guilt ridden. This is just a short introduction to the couple and the true beginning of there real relationship. (This is the only drabble that he will still be with his wife in, it states he leaves her after this one) Meantions of his wife during oral, dirty talk, needy reader, begging,
Word count: 2k
A/N: My banner was made by the most beautiful @lonelyhobi (See guys were still friends) and its also 100% dedicated to her.
This is me welcoming you to this couple, starting with the HEAVY angst.
As you put the kids to sleep you make sure to tuck them in nice and tight, reading the both of them a bedtime story. They aren’t really old enough to understand what you’re saying but you do it anyways, loving the barley there sentences they babble as they listen to your voice. Jiah was especially giggly tonight while Dae was asleep before you’d even tucked him in but just as you finished the book Jiah was following in her brothers footsteps nodding off to sleep. You walked towards the door pulling it close saying goodnight as you hear her voice from the corner of the room “Ite ite” Honestly she made your heart melt.
You sit down on the couch watching TV and listening out to the baby monitor that was placed on the table, both Namjoon and his wife worked way into the night so you knew neither of them would be home any time soon, that was until you heard the door slam. You jumped as you looked up towards it seeing Namjoon walk into the Livingroom where you were sitting. You look over towards the baby monitor for a second making sure there was no noise coming from it after the door was slammed, when you realised the case was clear you smirked walking towards Namjoon.
You slowly try and wrap your arm around his neck only for it to be rejected quickly by him. "I had a meeting cancelled on me, you can go now ____". You couldn’t help but feel confused, this wasn’t how this usually went.
“ Joonie, your wife's not gonna be home for a while" You say it almost as a reminder just in case he’d forgotten her schedule. He seemed stressed so you laced your voice with your sweetest tone and batted your eyelashes at him to try and soften him a little, but even if he was looking in your direction you weren’t sure he would notice. All you heard was a scoff from his direction followed by a mumbled “What's your point”
You hate seeing him like this, all you wanna do its hold him and make all his stress go away. You’re not sure what caused it but you knew if he’d just let you, you could take it all away from him, just like you always did. You walk up behind him and trying to rub his shoulders but before you even get close to him hes pulling away from you, turning to look at you shaking his head. "What are you not getting here ___ I said leave"
You can’t help but pout slightly, when he was mad like this it really made you feel small, it reminded you of exactly what this relationship was. You didn’t know where this was coming from at all so you try again at calming him down. "Joonie, if you had a bad day I can help, like I always do" You cranked up the sweetness 100% hoping that it would make him budge, it always made him so sweet on you.
"Would you stop being such a slut ____, I'm fucking married all you ever do is try to fuck me" Now you were pissed, Namjoon was dominant, always in charge of what happened when you slept with him but he was never derogatory towards you, he was always so kind and sweet, caring for you like nobody else. This was a new look on him that you weren’t enjoying. "If I recall Namjoon, you're the one that tried fucking me first" You stand and stare at him, trying your hardest not to pout and cry, trying to intimidate the older man. You’d never admit it, you and Namjoon were never an item, only something that happened one time that got out of hand, but you had feelings for him and you both knew it "and I let you, I let you fuck me all night, every time your wife is away I let you use my body"
You could see him getting more angry and honestly you were glad, glad your words had an effect on him the way his did to you. Namjoon was always hesitant about what you were doing, feeling bad about cheating on his wife, but you always thought when the time came he would break it off much softer. You always thought he would tell you with care and decency, not with anger and malice.
He slowly pushed you against the wall, making sure not to make much noise since he knew his kids were asleep upstairs. There was something much more intimidating about a man who was calm when he was angry rather than loud and shouting. He hand your hands pinned to the side of your body as his forehead pressed against your own "I've never once used you" his jaw was clenching and yours was shut, you wouldn't be able to say anything if you tried "You cum every single fucking time, more than once most times, you don't remember? Cumming all over a married man? cumming all over my cock that belongs to another woman?"
You shake your head at his words choosing to drown out his last couple of sentences pretending the other woman doesn exsist "Belongs to me Joonie, you told me it belongs to me" He pulls himself away from you and walks towards the door pointing you in its direction "___, this needs to stop"
You keep yourself pressed against the wall shaking your head "You don't just get to decided that now Joonie, you started this, you made me want you so fucking bad and now your throwing me away, no you don't get to do that not like this.... I wont let you"
Namjoon has his eyes closed desperately trying to spare himself the sad look on your face, he craves you more than anybody else but he can't keep doing this to his wife, his kids. You were so young and he was taking advantage of that. As he opened his eyes he couldn't help the long groan leaving the back of his throat, there you were on your knees, palms placed against the wall, dressed hiked up resting above your ass, exposing yourself to him.
after hearing his groan you beg inside your head that this will work, you refuse to lose him "You love my ass don't you Joonie?, don't make me leave now please, wanna play with you" You knew exactly what gets him going, knew exactly how to wind him up and tease him. You knew you should probably just leave, he was trying to do the right thing but it was to late for the right thing now, he’d made his mistakes with you so he might as well go all the way with it and apparently that was his thinking too
He walks up to you slowly falling to his knees behind you, pulling you head against his shoulder so you were looking up to him. One his hands on you waist and the other slowly palming your exposed ass "Your such a fucking temptation to me you know that princess, so fucking bad begging for all the time, I'm a married man and you don't give a fuck" you feel a sting on your ass as he spanks you hard, you shake your head answering his question "Does it turn you on, knowing I get harder for you than I do her? your a fucking homewrecker and you don't give a fuck do you?" you feel another spank and you know you have him, you're back in bliss at the feeling of his hands on you again
"Just want you to own me Joonie, wanna belong to you, only ever wanna get fucked by your cock" You know dirty talk drives him insane, hearing this coming from your mouth was making him so much harder and you could feel it against your ass and you weren't going to stop now. "Lick me Joonie, fuck me, please make me yours please" You nudge him backwards slightly bending over a little more, snaking your hands behind yourself pulling your underwear to the side so he could see how wet you were for him, you other hand pulling slightly on your ass check so he got the best view of your slit possible.
"Please Joonie, my pussy belongs to you, please let me stay" You couldn't feel him against you anymore but you knew he was there, the grunts of his voice and the sound of his body moving around made you very away of everything he was doing. He was suddenly lying underneath you, head between your legs, hands gripping onto your ass cheeks as you fall forward back onto the wall in front of you.
"I licked her pussy last night you know baby" It hurt to hear, you knew he had a wife, knew exactly what you'd gotten into but you hated hearing it come out of her mouth "She's so fucking boring though, never lets me eat her the way you do. You taste so much fucking better" he takes a long lick from your whole to your clit and sucks on it harshly making you squeal out "Never makes the same fucking cute little noises you do when I tease your clit" - "Joonie, please stop talking about her, think of me please"
He chuckles at your words, for somebody who knows he has a wife you get so jealous and he finds it so fucking hot when you do "Oh baby, you don't like it when I remind you about her, don't like that I'm married to another woman, you didn't mind me being married when I fucked you in my wedding suit, she had no fucking idea I was making you go dumb on my cock while she celebrated with everybody else, she had no idea I was celebrating inside your little cunt"
"Joonie please stop" He growled at your words, his cock so hard inside his slacks that he moved one hand from your ass to palm himself to ease the feeling
"Fucking make me" You sat down on his face stopping him talking, all you wanted to do was be pleasured by him finally, his breath had been teasing your pussy this whole time as he spoke to you but now it was his tongue, now he had no choice but to pleasure you as you went feral on his face. "This is the only pussy you want, right?" You were fucking his face so quickly you were surprised by yourself, your hands digging into his short hair and your head fell backwards, moans leaving your lips, you tried to stay silent but you couldn’t help but let some of them slip. His tongue that was licking so harshly inside your slit "Fuck, you please, you only want me right? ugh" You started shaking above him as you chased your high "I'm yours, fuck please oh my god"
"Mine, Mine, Mine" were Joonies muffled moans into your clit, he couldn't move away for a second with you bucking your hips into him but he wouldn't change a thing, he was in bliss as you rode his face into completion. God, he loved you. Loved you so much that he needed to be with you forever. He rests his head on the floor and lets you do whatever he wants, he wants to make you happy, make you feel better than anybody ever could. When cum on his lips he feels like he could cum in his pants, you soft cries being the sweetest thing hes ever heard. When your juices drip down his chin and he tastes your cum on his tongue he knows what he has to do.
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“I’m going to leave her” Your head whips up towards him as you both lay on the floor together, you arousal still on his mouth and your dress barely pulled down. “I wanna be with you and we need to talk about this properly, their is so much to discuss I know”
You hearts beating fast in your chest, this is all you’ve ever wanted from him and yet now he's saying it your terrified of the idea. Excited but scared.
He can see your worry but he knows what he has to do “We don’t have to be anything, or do anything you don’t want to do, but I do know I have to leave her”
Its almost as if he's using you to give himself a pep-talk and your fine with that. From that night on things changed, he kept to his word and he spoke to his wife the next day about getting a divorce
You had no idea where this was going to take you but you knew you had to start by giving him some space and letting him sort his life out before even thinking about what this could mean for the both of you.
Shout out to @taesinferno for the wonderful masterpieces in the BTS dilf au! Sometimes that’s all you need at the end of the day 😌 and I don’t have favorites but I reread Dilf!Yoongi and Dilf!Seokjin a lot 😅
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