Joon baby-ing his innocent gf and it turns him on like a corruption kink during sex (for request please!)
tags: daddy!nj, the trope where their partner gets turned on from eating a popsicle :-)
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it was humorous. the moment namjoon was back from hitting the gym, you had recently just grabbed another popsicle from the fridge. "oh, hi," you sheepishly say, unwrapping the ice cream from its package.
namjoon drops his bag on the counter and doesn't waste any more time wrapping his arms around your waist, lifting you. you squeal, securing your legs around him, keeping your popsicle safe. you can smell the fresh coconut scent from his body, indicating that he just had a shower before coming back to the apartment.
"what were you up to, baby, hmm?" he sits you down on the kitchen island. namjoon, being conveniently taller than you, easily places his hips between your legs, trapping your body with his buff arms.
"i was about to watch a movie," you reply, licking the watermelon-flavored popsicle.
"yeah, baby?" namjoon watches you suck the cold desert in your mouth. he did not have a clue whether you were doing it on purpose, but he was loving the view admittedly.
"mhm!"
namjoon could only watch how your lips were covered in melted cream, fighting the strong urge to kiss you -- and take you here and then on the counter. the whole time he was working out, he couldn't stop thinking about you. protecting you was one of his top priorities, and that entails being physically capable to do so. you wouldn't admit to it, but he knows that it turns you on whenever he would handle you roughly.
the popsicle was quick to melt, and you furiously had to catch the cream with your tongue before it could drip onto your fingers. namjoon breathes heavily, clenching his jaw as he locks eyes with yours.
"what?" you ask innocently, licking your lips clean before proceeding to wrap your mouth around the popsicle. "why do you look angry?"
namjoon could only grin. he shakes his head, "you know what you're doing."
your eyebrows crease together in confusion, "no? wait, what?"
namjoon decides to play with you this time.
"what is this behavior, hm? didn't daddy ever teach you to share?"
you were caught off-guard when namjoon tightly grabs a hold of your wrist where your hand holds the popsicle and directs the food into his mouth. your breath hitches the moment he licks a broad swipe of the popsicle, bottom to top.
"see? that's what daddy feels as well while you were sucking this thing like a cockslut."
you were astounded by his choice of words, making you speechless.
"aww, look at my baby," he coos, caressing your heated cheeks. "are you getting shy now, huh? nuh-ah-ah, look at daddy--" he puts his index finger below your chin and nudges your head up to maintain eye contact.
he smiles, taking the popsicle from you. "open," he commands, and you follow almost immediately. namjoon directs the popsicle inside your mouth, "suck. yeah, that's a good girl."
"enough of this," he discards the popsicle, ignoring your cries and protests of wasting food. namjoon carries you to the couch, hovering above your frail body with your wrists above your head. his mouth leaves a trail of kisses from your jaw, down to your neck, and then back up to your lips. you tried struggling away from his grip, but it only resulted in him warning you with a click of his tongue.
"daddy thought you looked so innocent licking that popsicle i brought for you, baby. gives me an idea of how you would look if i fucked your mouth rough."
"daddy," you moan, feeling his rough hand underneath your shirt and groping your tits. "please..."
"please what? please fuck your mouth?" he replies mockingly, "can you even handle a cock like mine down your throat, huh?"
he inserts his middle and pointer finger inside your mouth without any obstruction from you. he slowly pushes the two digits further inside your mouth until you gag, "ohh, baby," namjoon sighs in delight, "i think i need to train this pretty throat before i can fully shove my dick inside it. yeah? before you know it, you'll be begging for a throatfuck every single time you see me."
he pulls his fingers out with a string of saliva connecting to your lips. you release a deep exhale after being hindered from breathing properly.
"you'll be a good slut for me in no time, little girl. daddy just needs to break you in first."
I have no idea why this is the name I've gone with but that's what we've got 🤷🏼♀️
The room was heaving with people. Drunk, sweaty, dancing people. BigHit had thrown a party to celebrate all of the boys’ recent billboard achievements and it was going really well. The band had been having a great time, chatting and playing games with the other BigHit acts and producers. Now though yourself and Namjoon had excused yourself to a quiet corner for a break. You sat on his knee facing him as he told you about some of the events coming up, but you were distracted. Alcohol always seemed to have this effect on you, suddenly getting much braver than you would normally ever dream of.
He is talking about a scheduled buzzfeed interview as you grind your hips down into his thigh, softly at first, so softly he thinks its an accident, but as time goes on you get more daring and rock harder, dipping forward to lick up his neck. He checks no one is watching before he smacks the small of your back.
“Y/N This isn’t appropriate right now” you ignore him. Laying kisses along his jaw as your hips move. His crotch is pressed against your knee and you can feel his cock stirring at your actions, only spurring you on.
“HEY GUYS” It’s Jungkook, far too tipsy to see what you were doing, but also far too tipsy to sense that you had wanted to keep Joon to yourself. He sits himself on the floor next to the two of you and leans against his hyung’s other leg. “Great party right?”
“Yeah Kookie I’m having a great time” you laugh and ruffle his hair as some of the other boys move to join the three of you in the corner.
“We will finish this later” Joon growls in your ear as the others make themselves comfortable.
By the time you get back to Namjoon’s room you are ready to pass out. It had been over three hours since you had been teasing him, it had completely slipped your mind… but not his. You busied yourself getting ready to sleep as he sat and watched you from the edge of the bed. You had just removed your dress when you noticed.
“What?” it was an innocent enough question, but it made his eyes darken. How could you still be teasing him?
“You were very naughty tonight baby girl” he stood and wound his arms around your back pulling you into his still clothed chest, “Anyone could have seen your little act” he lowers his mouth and digs his teeth into your neck drawing a whimper from you. The anticipation of what he was planning drove all thoughts of sleep from your mind. “Slip your panties off” you do as your told and he drags you back to the bed, situating the two of you in the position you had been in at the party, facing him. The only difference was the wet patch your dripping pussy was leaving on his jeans. “Go on baby, get yourself off on my thigh, cum for me just like this” you blush a little, no longer under the same alcohol haze.
You begin slowly, trying to find the right angle and friction to cause yourself the most pleasure. As soon as your clit hits the rough denim your back arches pushing your chest into his. His hands come to rest on your hips, a threat of the control he could have but doesn’t enforce yet. It prompts you to move faster, rocking back and forth, creating a consistent rhythm that has little whines falling from your mouth. Namjoon watches quietly, eyes trained on your face. He enjoys seeing you try so hard to cum without his help, knowing how difficult it could be for you.
It doesn’t take to long for the familiar ache of an orgasm to settle in the pit of your stomach, but you know you can’t cum like this. Your whines grow more pathetic as you lean into him, burying your face in his neck. He takes pity on you like this, taking over your movements. His hands force your hips and an almost painful pace, certain you might have some form of burn from the fabric when you were finished.
With him helping you manage to find your edge, cumming easily from the extra stimulation. You release a sigh of relief as you cuddle into his shoulder allowing your orgasm to seep into his jeans. Joon lifts you and carries you to the ensuite to clean you up, before tucking you into bed and getting himself ready to join you deciding his own release could wait until the morning when you were more prepared to deal with his libido.
Every year your family spends Christmas with the Kim family. Your parents have been friends since long before you were born.
You used to really enjoy these dinners: your mother’s Christmas cookies, the Korean soup the Kim family brought with them, and of course the small pile of brand-new toys to play with. It was especially fun to have Namjoon around, he had been your first crush, and this was the only time you could get his attention all to yourself; none of his friends in the way making him ignore you as they laugh.
You’d been really good friends when you were young; but at some point it became uncool to be friends with girls. So bowing to peer pressure he started being mean when others were around, eventually leading to being mean when it was only the two of you. At that point you decided it wasn’t worth the effort and moved on to bigger and better things, ignoring him or being snarky and mean back.
Your friends never understood why you guys were so mean to each other, he had a reputation around school as being one of the nicest people to work with (and be around in general). However you had never managed to fix the ever-growing rift between you. You hated the very sight of him, even when he left to become an idol. If anything it made it so much worse when his face was everywhere and anyone new you met idolized the band.
Which brought you to this Christmas, the first one he would be attending in two years. You had whined at your mom about not wanting to stay this year, claiming you were old enough to not spend the holidays with them. You should be able to go to a friends and actually enjoy yourself. Your mom was having none of. She shut down your new plans as soon as they left your mouth; you immediately started pouting like a child.
“Look Y/N, it won’t do you any good to spend the next day and a half looking like an angry toddler, all it’s going to do is give you wrinkles” your mom chided. You huffed and straightened out your features, she was right after all.
On Christmas day the Kim’s arrived without Namjoon in toe. You couldn’t help but feel relieved. Probably too busy with last minute dance class or something equally dumb. It was great thinking you might get to avoid him for another year.
You went about the day as normal: talking with the Kims, watching a Christmas movie, and opening the presents under the tree before dinner. Unfortunately, just as you sat down to eat he strolled through the door, oozing confidence and arrogance.
“Sorry I’m late, got caught up saying goodbye to the boys” he shrugged bending to kiss his mother and taking the only seat left at the table… next to you. His leg brushed against yours under the table sending shivers up your spine as you physically recoiled. Your parents stare at you both pointedly until you make the effort to speak to one another.
“Y/N, how are you? I see you’ve not been up to anything special of late” he jeered sounding almost bored.
“I’m sorry we can’t all be global superstars at age 26 Joon” he inhaled sharply in amusement that that was the best you could throw at him.
The two of you ate in silence while your families caught up with each other. As you had gotten older, your two families found themselves spending less and less time together with increasingly busy schedules. That’s when they came up with their latest brilliant idea.
“By the way guys we have a surprise present for the both of you” said Mrs. Kim, a smile on her face as she handed you both a sae bae don. With your family eyeing you expectantly you open the red envelopes to reveal plane tickets to the Caribbean for the following week.
“Oh my gosh this is amazing; I have always wanted to go to the Caribbean!” you squealed. In your excitement you knocked over the gravy on the table, accidently covering yourself, and Namjoon, in the hot liquid.
“Fuck Y/N, you’re such a klutz!” he yelped as he jumped from his seat. After being chastised for his language he stormed off to the bathroom to clean himself off, pulling his top over his head and showcasing his muscular back as he went. Your heart fluttered with what you assumed was rage as you huffed and headed into the laundry room. You were standing there in just your bra soaking your shirt before it ruined when he walked in behind you.
“God don’t you knock?” you squeaked as you pulled one of your dad’s shirts in front of you to cover yourself from his view, not missing the way his eyes raked down your body.
“Hello? I’m talking to you Joon?” you wave a hand in front of his face to get him to stop looking at you.
“Typically, walking into a public room of a house, I don’t knock no. Your mom told me to grab one of your dad’s shirts to borrow” you recovered from your original embarrassment noticing he was also stood there shirtless. Your eyes following a similar pattern to the one his had just taken down your curves. He took a step towards you, invading your personal space and towering over you. You stood there for a moment unsure of what he was planning. He broke eye contact first taking your dad’s shirt out of your hands before pulling it over his head. He snorted at the bewildered look on your face and left the room, leaving you there breathing much heavier than you were before and once again half naked. You pulled on a shirt from the clean laundry and headed back to join your family for the board game part of your Christmas festivities. Namjoon’s eyes caught yours every so often, he was very distinctly handsome, and the thought of him shirtless and so close to you wouldn’t leave your mind. If only he had a more tolerable personality.
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Two weeks passed and you found yourself standing with Namjoon at the entrance to a hotel room. Your parents had insisted you were way too old to share with them, which made sense, they deserved their privacy too. Unfortunately, that left you with a less than desirable roommate.
“You guys won’t even be in the hotel room that often, you’ll barely see each other” your dad had reasoned when the two of you started to put up a fight “plus we are not paying for the extra room”
You headed inside putting your suitcase on the bed closest to the window.
“What if I wanted that bed?” Namjoon grumbled.
“Should have gotten to it faster” you shrugged unzipping it to unpack.
After your stuff had been put away you changed out of your airplane clothes into a bikini and sheer wrap. At the sound of you exiting the bathroom Namjoon looked up from the book he was sat reading on his bed. His eyes trailed down your form through your wrap, reminiscent of his roaming gaze on Christmas. You went to make snide comment but instead he quickly closed the book, grabbed a pair of trunks, and headed for the bathroom. Not waiting for him to finish you called out that you were heading for the pool and left the room.
Everyone else was already downstairs when you reached the side of the pool. You set down your towel and chose the best sun lounger with your group. You get settled in and close your eyes ready for a nap in the warm sun after the long flight. Not long into your attempt at a sleep a shadow covered your body making you scowl, but not open your eyes.
“You can’t have the best bed and the best sun lounger, that’s not fair” Namjoon points out bitterly.
“Like I said before, you should’ve been faster” you smirk a little too proud of yourself.
“Is that right?” you felt the shadow over you move and settled back in, assuming you’d won the little banter and he would now go sulk elsewhere. Unfortunately for you, he had actually just moved to get a better grip. He pulled you over his shoulder in a fireman’s lift and carried you towards the deep end of the pool. You opened your eyes wide in shock and started to thrash around panicking.
“Joon you put me down right this instant.” You screamed. His only response was to slap you firmly on the bum and growl.
“You’re done being such a tease to me” the low tone in his voice made you feel tight at your core, but you didn’t have time to fully digest what he said because you were swiftly dropped into the water waiting below. As you came up for air planning to chastise him, he cannonballed next to you covering you in a tidal wave. He laughed at the drowned rat look you were now sporting. Embarrassed and annoyed you went with the only fitting punishment and pushed a large amount of water in the idols direction, resulting in a full splash war. Trying to gain the traction you needed to push him fully underwater and drown him, you jumped on his back and wrapped your hands in his hair.
“Hey that’s not fair” he whined trying to shake you free. You laughed at his failed attempts clinging on for dear life as he flipped backwards, sending you both under the water. The pair of you were laughing when you came up for air. It’s nice to laugh with him again, your mind started to wander as you realized the position you’d put yourself in.
Now clung to his front, your legs wrapped around his waist putting you practically nose to nose. You released and recoiled immediately, clambering out of the pool, and making excuses to your family before heading back inside. For someone you hate so much, he definitely had an immensely powerful effect on you lately.
You reached your room quickly, and content that Namjoon probably wouldn’t be back for a while you grabbed the small silver vibrator from the secret compartment within your suitcase and ran a bath for yourself to wash the day away. Too busy rubbing your swollen clit and thinking about how attractive Namjoon was to you all of a sudden. You hadn’t heard him come back into the room. After he called out for you and got no response, he opened the bathroom door in order to freshen up for an afternoon lunch by the ocean.
He is shocked to find you masturbating. Mouth ajar, headphones in, one leg over the side of the bath to give you better access to yourself. Mesmerized, he didn’t move out of the door frame. Instead he watched as you got closer and closer to your high, little mewling sounds leaving your lips, and then one word he never expected to hear.
“Namjoon” you moaned as your body convulsed slightly reaching your edge.
His pants twitched looking at you like that forcing him back into reality. Quickly he exited the room before you came around and saw him stood there. He sat on his bed readjusting himself to make it less obvious that he was sporting a semi, playing innocent when you walk out of the bathroom in a new outfit ready for lunch.
“Oh” you said sheepishly “I didn’t realize you were back in the room” the blush left on your skin from you’re orgasm intensified. He refused to make eye contact but shrugs
“I’ve only just walked in” he stood and pushed passed you into the bathroom and you released a sigh of relief as you took the bullet out of your cleavage and hid it back in its special compartment. Feeling slightly disgusted about masturbating to the thought of a guy you supposedly hate, you tried to get your mind to focus on other things, taking one of the books Namjoon brought with him off the bedside table.
You were upside-down, legs up on the wall, 3 chapters deep when Namjoon walked back into the room, his face flushed pink. You’d put it down to sunburn and the two of you lest, ready to go out and meet your families.
Its late by the time you guys got back to the room, having gone on an exploration of the area after dinner, then a bar. You were three or four drinks in, and more than ready to flop into bed, but something was bothering you.
“What’s your problem?” you asked accusatorily “You’ve been glaring at me since dinner, does my existence really bother you that much?” he sighed and turned away from you to head into the bathroom trying to ignore your question. But you blocked his way passed, putting a hand on his chest to try to prevent him from moving forward.
“No, answer me, you don’t get to ignore me for the next two weeks just because you want to be an asshole” he finally met your questioning gaze, something dancing behind his deep brown eyes. He grabbed your hand from its position on his torso and used it as leverage to push you up against the wall, you seized up; unsure of where to go from here, he was just staring at you, gaze flicking between your eyes and mouth.
“What do you think you’re doing?” your voice came out a lot quieter than you wanted it to. He inched ever closer, your body now flat against the cool wall behind you.
“I saw you today” he finally broke his silence, his voice low and raspy, sending your mind reeling.
“Saw me do what exactly?” you gulped having a feeling you already knew what.
“You were touching yourself… and thinking of me” his confident smirk doing nothing to stop the heat that pooled in your stomach.
“I don’t know what you mean” you grimaced, looking away; trying to hide the blush creeping up your face. He applied more pressure to keep you from squirming out of his hold. Using his free hand he pulled your face back to his. His mouth a whisper away as he breathed the next words.
“I can’t get the sight of you out of my head, spread wide, pushing yourself to the limit with that pathetic little toy. I could give you something much better to please yourself with”
You snorted at his attempt and came to your senses, pushing him away.
“You seem to have forgotten my intense dislike of you Joon.” You Walked back to your bed, far out of his reach. Watching his next move carefully, you could hear your heart beating loud in your chest. Fairly sure he could hear it too. He didn’t give up, moving closer to you, grabbing your wrists, and pulling you up to him again.
“Things can change Y/N, now do as you’re told” he leaned forward and pressed his mouth to yours tentatively, seeking the approval to continue. Frozen there, your brain tried to figure out what was happening between the two of you. Whether you wanted this because you like him or because of the alcohol. Relenting you melted into his form, deepening the kiss yourself. He needed no further approval and lifted you to wrap your legs around his waist pushing the two of you back against a wall.
“God I’ve been waiting for this since we were like 16” he admitted as he moved his lips down to your collarbone licking and sucking his way along.
“Yeah right asshole” you said breathless.
“Watch what you call me angel” he growled out the threat surprising you. “It’s sir or master now”
“Who are you kidding?” you sniggered, and he pus you down. You looked into his eyes to see there is no joking going on instead he pushed you hard onto his bed. He manhandled you onto all fours and he spanked you twice, not hard but firm enough to assert himself. The sudden aggression turned you on even more. You could feel yourself soaking through your underwear. You tried to turn to see him, but he applied pressure to your shoulders preventing you from pivoting your body. He leaned down so he could whisper in your ear.
“Is this okay?” he nibbled on your ear waiting for your response. You nodded slowly, not trusting your voice to not betray you with a moan. “I need you to tell me, tell me you’re okay baby girl”
“I’m okay” you let out a shaky breath of anticipation.
“I’m okay, who?” the smirk was evident in his voice knowing that he hadn’t even begun to touch you properly and you were already this turned on
“I’m okay, sir” You conceded but there was a venom in the word as you said it. He chuckled to himself.
“God you are such a little brat, guess I’ll have to fix that” he released his hold on your shoulders and you turned to lie flat onto your back gazing up and biting your bottom lip waiting to see how he decided to punish you. He’s stood above you carefully and slowly undoing the buckle on his belt.
“Sit up” came his only command you did as told mesmerized by the motion of his slender fingers working to free himself from his pants. His cock girthier than expected and already leaking precum proving he was just as turned on as you.
“Open” he said, but you turned your head like a petulant child, wanting to know how far you could push him and this new dynamic he’d tried to create between the two of you. He chuckled at your defiance and pulled your head back to face front. Hand holding under your chin his thumb ran across your mouth forcing your lips to part for him and having you suck on it.
“Don’t test me princess” there was danger in the tone of his voice as he moved his thumb out of your mouth to grab your hair and pull you gently by it to your knees. This time you opened your mouth expectantly tongue out and ready, waiting for him to allow you to continue. He placed the head of his cock on to your tongue and you licked down the shaft causing him to tremor slightly before taking him in fully.
He had been so busy with the band lately; it must have been a while since he had gotten the chance to release himself. He used your hair as leverage to force his cock further down your throat causing tears to form in the corners of your eyes and a small cough try to escape around the thick mass. He pulled his cock almost all the way out before ramming back into you, fucking your throat roughly. You felt him tense as if nearing a release and he pulled away; you moan at the sudden removal from and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. Looking at him with questioning eyes he offered a hand to help you up. You took it and he pulled you in close kissing you fervently, tasting himself on you.
“You’re too much baby girl” he breathed and then pushed you on to the bed, undoing and pulling down your pants, his fingers traced slowly down your legs. He tossed your clothes aside and separated your legs getting a good look at your core for the first time. He bit at your thigh the sudden pleasure making you moan a little too loud. “Careful kitten my parents are in the room next door” you’d put a hand to your mouth as the other clawed into the bed to try and help you steady yourself.
Namjoon blew softly on your clit making you shiver. His eyes met yours asking if he could taste you. You nodded and he glared back for a moment until you realised your mistake.
‘Yyyes sir” you stammered no longer needing a prompt to use the name. That’s all he needed for him to lick a line up your thigh before flicking his talented tongue against your clit. He dragged his tongue through your folds before plunging deep into your hole, tasting the arousal he’d made you feel. He grabbed your hips creating small halfmoon marks where his nails dug into your skin. He sucked hard on your clit making you throw your head back from the shockwave it sent up your core. He brought one hand down to help him please you, slowly pushing two fingers all the way into you. You constricted around the digits, grinding down onto them, making him hit your sweet spot. He pumped his fingers in and out scissoring occasionally to stretch you. You core is wound tighter and tighter as you got closer to your release.
“I think I’m I’m I’m gonna c..” you trailed off and he suddenly left you empty and alone. As a reflex you reached with grabby hands to get the feeling of him back and he chuckled.
“Baby girl, surely you didn’t think it would be that easy? Not after what a brat you were to me” you cried out regretting your defiance.
“Please sir, pleeease” you begged, fully submitting to the new dynamic you have.
“Get your toy, finish yourself off” he settled into the hotel chair cock in hand. You blushed, mortified by the thought of masturbating knowing he is watching. You stood to move to him, to sit on his lap, get him to touch you again, but he deterred your advances.
“You have your order princess” he grinned “come on do this and maybe I’ll reward you” you did as you were told and fetched the small toy from its hiding place. You’d lay on your bed and got ready to start.
“No Y/N, on my bed” you got up and moved, arranging yourself to face him. Unable to meet his eyes you began rubbing figure of eights with the small toy moaning as it touched the most sensitive parts You felt his eyes watching you intently spurring you on. His name tumbling from your lips proved too much for him, his hands were back on you
“Don’t stop” he commanded as his tongue joined the toy in pleasuring you. The feeling pushed you over the edge immediately, but he was relentless, overstimulating you. You tried pulling the toy away from your clit to give yourself some respite.
“I said don’t stop” he growled, and you brought the stim back as you rode out your high. He pulled back from you to line himself up, slowly pushing himself into you, stretching you around him, giving you time to adjust to the sudden change in pressure. He started to pump himself into your core, hitting your cervix every now and again. The bullet still at your clit and his rhythm brought you close once again. You clenched your walls around him providing both of you with extra friction.
“Not yet baby, don’t cum yet” he picked up the pace and you took the toy away from your clit grabbing onto his back to help keep you steady. He pumped into you a few more times before he started to studder reaching his end. He reached down between the two of you to rub your clit himself, bringing you back to the edge, you came quickly and as you did, he let himself release deep within you. He collapsed next to you on the bed pulling you close leaving a trail of kisses along your back. You both lay there quietly for a little while.
“That’s not where I thought this holiday was going to take us” you exhaled still a little breathless.
“That’s not where I thought this holiday would take us, sir” he teased.
“Yeah that’s not happening again” you tried to shoot back both of you knowing full well that you were lying.
