Step By Step
Part 2
Arranged Marriage Series
Masterlist
KNJ x Poc Reader
Warnings: Angst, Fluff, SMUT towards the end. Daddy kink. Lactation. Squirting.
Any bold words are Korean
Word Count: 7.7k+
“Are you gonna tell me what’s wrong or are you just going to ignore me?” You had just walked through the door, the car ride home was silent and Namjoon barely looked at you the entire car ride. Was he mad at you? You know you did nothing wrong but be friendly. Taking off your heels, you left them by the front door and sighed at the feeling of the flat surface under your feet again. Once again, he said nothing, just taking off his jacket and kicking off his shoes, leaving you to go into the kitchen and get himself a cup of water.
You weren’t going to play this game with him, not at this hour. Rolling your eyes, you walked down the hall into the bedroom you were now sharing with Namjoon since moving your stuff out of the old one. Slipping off your jewelry and placing them in their rightful place, you moved to put your hair up and paused when you heard his footsteps getting closer to the room. Turning around, you placed your hands on your hips and shifted your weight onto your right leg. “If you’re going to ignore me the entire night then I’ll just sleep on the couch.” Moving to the closet to grab a pair of pajamas, the sigh you heard come from behind you made you turn around once again.
His jaw visibly clenching and relaxing, he placed the bottle of water on the nightstand and shoved his hands into his dress pant pockets. “I know that we started off rough, and I like to think that we’re getting along fine but...you’re still my wife. It would be very appreciated if you didn’t openly flirt with my friend in front of me.” Was he being for real? You raised an eyebrow at him, drawing them together in confusion and blinking a few times. “I’m sorry, what? Flirting? I wasn’t flirting with him, I was being nice-” “You were still holding his hand and smiling. I was watching you, Y/N.” His voice was calm but the look on his face showed annoyance.
“Seriously? So this is my fault then is what you’re saying? He held my hand, so what-” “And he kissed it and you let him.” He added in and you took a deep breath, shaking your head and walking into the bathroom attached to the bedroom. Closing the door behind you, you got set to washing your face and brushing your teeth. Was he really jealous over someone kissing your hand? Wasn’t he and Jackson best friends? Why did it bother him so much when he didn’t even want to be bothered with you in the beginning? The more you thought about the angrier you got. Staring in the mirror you squinted at your reflection, seeing something form on your dress.
“Shit.” you cursed. You forgot to pump your breast milk before you left and now it was leaking. As if it could get any worse, you went to unzip the back of the dress, feeling the zipper get stuck. Covering your chest with one arm, you opened the bathroom door, seeing Namjoon already changed into a pair of pajama pants, bare chest and sitting on the edge of the bed playing with his phone. He glanced up when he heard you walk out and noticed you covering yourself. You said nothing as you walked over to him and turned around. “Can you unzip me please? It’s stuck and I’m leaking breast milk.” Why was this embarrassing? He’d seen you breastfeed before, of course with a blanket over you but still, he knew this happened a lot.
Feeling him fumble with the zipper a few times, you heard a tear and gasped. “Aish...uh...sorry.” He mumbled. “Wow, are you really that mad at me that you have to rip my dress too?” You turned around quickly, seeing him fold his hands together. “Of course not, it was stuck, it’s not my fault the zipper was faulty.” He gestured towards your dress. “Thanks anyway.” You said quietly and walked back into the bathroom. Quickly peeling off the dress, you pulled on your pajama shorts and left the shirt unbuttoned that you pulled on, keeping the bra you had on and picking up your dress from the bathroom floor and taking it out into the room. Rummaging through the drawers of the dresser, you grabbed another bra and walked past Namjoon.
You entered the baby’s room, taking off your shirt and bra and plugging up the breast pump before sitting down and putting it together before attaching the cups to both breasts and turning it on. Making sure both bottles were filled half way, you removed them and slipped on the new bra, grabbing what you needed and walked out and into the kitchen area. After checking the test strips for the milk, you dumped them and buttoned up your shirt.
“I just got off the phone with my mom, she’ll bring YoungMi tomorrow afternoon.” Jumping slightly, you turned to look at him and nodded. “Okay, I’ll be okay by then. She’s okay though right? Sleeping and eating okay?” You asked. You always did when she wasn’t with you. You were still so used to it just being you and YoungMi that when someone else had her, you went into protection mode, wanting to know every single detail. Namjoon nodded, sitting at the island. “She’s fine, she ate, my sister gave her a bath and made sure she went to sleep on time. She’s in good hands.”
Nodding your head, you chewed on your lower lip before leaning against the counter, watching him. “I’m sorry, if I was flirting with Jackson. It wasn’t intentional and I wasn’t trying to make you jealous.” An apology had to be made, especially if you wanted this marriage thing to work, and for the sake of your daughter. You could see his face light up a little, his hand coming up to run through his hair. “I’m sorry, for blaming just you. I want this to work, Y/N, I do but I don’t get jealous.” He shook his head. “You were just a little bit. I could tell, I don’t know why, tonight was the most you’ve ever touched me anyways.” With that, you walked past him, only for him to grab your wrist.
He stood up, towering over you and stared down at you, lacing your fingers together. You looked back up at him, pushing up onto your toes to capture his lips. Your arms went around his neck as he snaked around your waist. You couldn’t help but moan into his mouth when he pressed his tongue past your lips. It had been so long since you even kissed him, your lips moving together effortlessly, your tongues fighting for dominance. Feeling his hands slide under your thighs and pick you up, your legs tightened around him, tugging on his bottom lip as he quickly carried you into the bedroom and dropped you onto the bed. He stared down at you, his eyes scanning over your brown skin until he climbed on top of you and kissed you again.
The kiss became more rushed, turning over so you were on top of him, your legs on either side of his body as he quickly removed your button up pajama shirt and massaged your breast through your bra. You moaned into his mouth, feeling him pinch your nippes through the fabric, which made you press your hips down and grind against him. Your lips moved down his neck, kissing and sucking the skin there until you heard a repeated buzzing sound followed by a ringtone ring through the room. “Don’t answer it.” You whispered as he reached for it and looked at who was calling. “It’s my mom.” He mumbled against your lips while you kissed him repeatedly before pausing and looking at the phone. Sitting up, you let him answer the phone and moved from on top of him.
The sigh he let out made you furrow your brows before he stared at you before going back to talk to his mother. “Yeah, we’ll be up. I thought she grabbed the bag from the fridge when she picked her up. It’s okay. See you in a bit then.” He hung up and you waited for him to say something. “My sister forgot the milk and YoungMi’s hungry...I’m sorry.” He scratched the back of his neck. That was the cherry on top of this night. You buttoned your shirt back up, nodding. “It’s okay, are they on their way?” You asked, standing up and fixing your clothes. Namjoon stood up and pulled on a shirt. “Yeah, five minutes away. Y/N-” “It’s fine, Namjoon. Don’t worry about it. It happens when you have a baby.”
Clearing your throat, you went into MiMi’s room to make sure her humidifier was on and made sure it wasn’t cold. You felt Namjoon’s hands wrap around you from behind and his chin rest on your shoulder. “Don’t be upset please, we’ll have some time soon. When BTS comes back from America I’ll have time off, we can ask my sister if she wants to babysit for a few days, she’s been asking anyways and I’ll plan something nice for the both of us.” He kissed the side of your neck, hoping that would make you feel at least a little happier. It was something to look forward to, you thought. Placing a hand over his that was lingering over your lower abdomen, you nodded. It would be a while from now before that happened but you would keep your fingers crossed. You had to make this work and you wanted to make it work.
A knock sounded on the front door, Namjoon breathed in deeply and slowly let it out as he removed his hands from around you and made his way to the front of the apartment. You followed behind him, hearing small cries from on the other side of the door. Waiting for Namjoon to unlock the door, his sister holding MiMi’s car seat with her in it and a bag over her shoulder, she walked into the apartment and sat the car seat down, handing Namjoon the bag. You hated seeing the tears roll down her little chubby cheeks so you unbuckled her from the car seat and lifted her into your arms, kissing her forehead while Namjoon spoke with his sister.
“Sorry, we brought her so late, we didn’t know what else to do and she was getting hungry…” She trailed off, her eyes squinting at her brother as he raised a brow before looking at you. You looked at her before looking at Namjoon and your eyes widened. His neck littered in little hickeys from before. You cleared your throat and smiled. “I’ll go and feed her, she’ll go right to sleep afterwards anyways. Thank you for watching her.”
“If I knew I was interrupting, I would’ve just grabbed some extra milk and went back home.” She laughed and looked at her brother who then cleared his throat. “Geong Min, thank you for dropping her off. You should probably go now.” He crossed his arms.
Carrying YoungMi into her room, leaving Namjoon with his sister, you smiled down at her. “Don’t worry, you’re gonna get something to eat. Shhhh, it’s okay baby.” You mumbled to her while taking off her jacket and hat, seeing her curly hair matted down to her head from the hat. Sitting down in the rocking chair near her crib, you kept one half of your shirt off while waiting for her to latch on, leaning back and grabbing one of her small blankets and placing it over her body, leaving her head sticking out.
She was getting big, already 6 months. She had dark curly thick hair, tanned skin and she was the perfect mix of you and Namjoon. She wasn’t crawling yet but she did sit up and babbled away. You had thought about not breastfeeding anymore but the thought of formula just wasn’t for you. Baby food wasn’t a problem but MiMi didn’t like anything, always so picky. She did sleep for most of the night, you only had to wake up once or twice to feed and change her but she was definitely an early riser. When you first got to Korea, she slept a lot anyways but after a few weeks she always woke up at 6:45 now, you figured it was because she heard Namjoon getting ready.
Hearing a quiet knock on the bedroom door knocked you out of your thoughts and you glanced up, seeing Namjoon standing, his hands crossed over his chest as he watched you feed your daughter. She was drinking so fast that she started getting hiccups, pausing every few seconds before returning for more. “She must’ve been really hungry.” He chuckled, watching her little cheeks suction in and out. You smiled down at her, watching as her eyes slowly began to close, fighting her sleep. It was pretty late for her but since she was hungry, she’d be back to sleep soon.
After a few more minutes, she stopped and you looked at Namjoon. “Can you burp her?” You handed her to him, fixing yourself and pulling your shirt back on once he did take her and place her over his shoulder with a spit rag over him. He softly patted her back, rubbing it in between pats and looked over at you. “I can put her down when she’s done. You can go to bed.” You didn’t have to be told twice, standing up from the chair you were in and laughing quietly when she let out a burp. “Thank you.” You placed her blanket into her crib and leaned up to kiss Namjoon on the cheek.
You were already on your way to sleep when you felt the bed dip beside you, causing you to open your eyes and see Namjoon laying down, facing you. “That was fast.” You pulled the blanket up to your chin while speaking. “She went down without a fight, she likes when I talk to her.” He responded, to which you just simply stared at him before closing your eyes and moving closer to him. You turned the other way, letting him rest his hand over your waist and press his chest against your back before you both fell asleep.
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With BTS going and coming back from the states, you waited patiently for Namjoon to let you know when his sister would be getting YoungMi so that the two of you could spend some time together. It had been two months and three weeks since then and still nothing.
Today however, was a group photo shoot with the boys and the other wives. Everyone wore pastel colors to go with the dreamland theme. You wore an over sized pastel pink knitted sweater and light washed denim jeans and Namjoon wore a similar sweater except his was purple and YoungMi wore pink overalls and a purple sweater underneath, her hair in two pigtails with bows on them. Namjoon was currently talking to the boys with her in his arms, babbling and giggling when he or another member did something she found hilarious.
You played with your hair in the mirror the new bronze color you decided to color it suiting you more than you would’ve thought. You had straightened it and loosely curled it so it sat the way you wanted it to. Watching the other wives, you and looked at their outfits, some of them with cropped sweaters and the others with dresses. You chose the big sweater since you were still working on getting rid of your stretch marks. You were confident but not enough to show your stomach just yet. The body you have before having a baby was long gone and sometimes you cried about it, especially when it came to your breasts. They didn’t sit up the way they used to and although they doubled in size, it seemed to add more to the sagging and it wasn’t attractive to you. On top of it all, Namjoon told you this morning that his schedule was going to get busy and that he wouldn’t be having his days off that he promised you.
Of course, you being you, brushed it off as if it was a usual thing but deep down inside you wanted to scream. You had everything prepared and even ordered some cute clothing and lingerie for the week. You became more and more cranky and sexually frustrated as the days went by.
“That color looks really good on you.” Jimin’s wife popped up at your side in the mirror and smiled at you. The two of you had gotten close since Jimin wanted her to have someone to talk to. You were surprised how quickly your friendship blossomed and now you two told each other everything. Her and Jimin were on way better terms and he even got her a ring. Come to think of it, the members all got their wives a ring...except Namjoon. You weren’t going to lie, you were very much so jealous but you’d never tell him that. He was always busy and you didn’t want to worry him with something stupid like a ring, a very beautiful ring.
“You like it? I did it a few nights ago, it came out really well.” You picked up your liquid lipstick to apply some to your lips, Jimin’s wife watching you and tilting her head slightly. “Y/N...so? Did anything happen yet?” She asked quietly. You sighed heavily and shrugged. “He has to catch up on work so...no. It’s okay though-”
“No, it’s not. We searched high and low for that nice lingerie. It shouldn’t go to waste.”
“It’s okay. Maybe some other time, when he’s not super busy.”
“I guess you’re right. Honestly Y/N, if Jimin said he was too busy for me I’d-”
“You’d what?”
Jimin popped up behind his wife and kissed her cheek. She turned around and looked at him. “Nothing, just girl talk.” She giggled and kissed him lightly on the lips, wiping away her lip gloss from his lips. He wrapped his arms around her waist, smiling at her before looking at you. “Y/N, oh wow nice hair. It looks great. Namjoon wanted me to come and get you so that we can take photos.” You nodded and moved around the lovely couple to seek out Namjoon.
“I was gonna change her diaper before you came and got her.” He spoke, seeing you walk up to him. You grabbed your daughter and shook your head. “I can do it. You go take your photos with the boys.” You placed her on your hip, grabbing her diaper bag before looking at Namjoon who wanted to say something. You motioned for him to go. “I got it.” You sounded a little irritated and walked into the bathroom.
He didn’t say it, but he could tell you were frustrated and looked exhausted. Your dark under eyes were covered up with makeup but he could tell you were tired and needed a break, but there wasn’t much he could do. Frustrated as well that the days he wanted off were needed for dance practice and recordings. It was something he needed to talk to the other boys about but they wouldn’t understand too much because none of them had children.
Upon leaving the bathroom, you played with MiMi, lifting her up in the air and mocking her when she made a noise. Seeing the dimples in her cheeks always made you smile, her cheeks hiding half of her eyes as she laughed and giggled. Walking back towards the other women, Taehyung’s wife smiled at you and your daughter, walking towards you to have a closer look at the giggling baby. “You are just the cutest thing aren’t you.” She let MiMi grab her finger and wiggled it around while she smiled at the woman. Slowly the other women and even the makeup and hair artists, surrounded you and your baby, cooing over her and having small conversations with you.
When it was time for you and the wives to have a group photo together, you gave her back to her father and joined the ladies. You played with the props on set, tossing a few balloons into the air and doing a few poses for the camera with some of the wives. You did some shots with Namjoon, each couple doing a segment and you and Namjoon did a few with MiMi. It was easy to make her smile. She crawled around to play with the balloons once the photos were done.
The day wrapped up with everyone out to eat, MiMi sitting in your lap drinking her bottle while you ate and conversed with the others. There was no doubt that the others could sense the tension between you and Namjoon but didn’t speak on it. They didn’t want to start any unnecessary arguments for when you two got home.
“Namjoon hyung, Y/N-ah, we wanted to know if it was okay with you two if we can have YoungMi for a day or two? We want to have the feeling of having a child so when we have one we know what to expect.” Taehyung spoke up. You glanced up from drinking your water and looked at them before looking at Namjoon who was already looking at you. Nodding your head, you cleared your throat. “Yeah, it’s no problem. I mean, we live near each other anyways. Just let me know when.” You smiled. They nodded and went back to eating.
After the dinner and you said goodbye to the others, you returned home and took off your shoes, carrying a whiny baby into the bathroom to get her ready for a bath. “Can you get me her towel from her room, Namjoon?” You asked over your shoulder as you ran the water. Sitting MiMi on the floor by the tub as you put your hair up from your face and took off the sweater, leaving you in your tank top as you began to undress her. He nodded and went to retrieve her blanket for you. Placing your hand under the running water to make sure the temperature was okay, you stopped the drain with a stopper and let the tub fill up, adding a small amount of baby safe bubbles before placing your daughter into the tub.
Namjoon came back into the bathroom, placing the koala bear towel on the sink and watching you quickly wash her up since she started to go into a fit. “I know baby, mommy’s moving as fast as she can. I know you're sleepy…” You softly spoke to her, quickly washing her hair after you took out the pigtails. After a few minutes, you pulled the plug on the drain and made sure Namjoon had the towel ready before placing her in his arms, wrapped in the towel. He walked into your shared bedroom and placed her on the bed while you cleaned up the bathroom.
He was rubbing lotion over her little body and placed a diaper on her before grabbing her pajama pants and top. “Taehyung texted me, said tomorrow he would like to get the baby.” He mumbled. You grabbed a makeup wipe and began wiping away your eye makeup and nodded. “Okay, I’ll pack her bag in the morning.”
“Y/N, I’m sorry for not keeping my promise to spend time together.”
He picked up YoungMi and placed her over his shoulder, rocking her back and forth. You waved him off and walked into the bathroom. “Like I said before, things happen when you have a baby.”
“Once things lighten up for me with the schedule-”
“Namjoon. I said don’t worry about it, okay? It just...I’m too busy with the baby and besides, I still work so I have clients and I get it. You’re an idol, you have a busy schedule, busier than mine.”
You spoke while washing your face and brushing your teeth. You hopped in the shower while Namjoon was putting MiMi down for bed, making sure she had everything she needed before turning on her nightlight and returning back to the bedroom. After your shower, you were more tired than ever, quickly changing into pajamas and climbing into bed.
After his shower, Namjoon joined you in bed and noticed you were still up. “Maybe you can catch up on your sleep while MiMi’s away.” he swiped under your eyes and you shrugged. “I’m used to not getting sleep, besides, she’s starting to sleep through the night now so they’ll have it easy with her.” You turned to face the ceiling and readjusted the scarf you had on so that it wasn’t tied too tightly.
“Namjoon…” You chewed on your lip and turned your head to look at him. “You haven’t been sleeping with anyone right?” You asked. He quickly sat up and stared down at you, his eyes wide and his eyebrows up to his hairline. “Y/N, why would you ask something like that? Of course not. I don’t have time.” He quickly said. You sat up and studied his face for any trace of him possibly lying. He rubbed his face and looked away before looking at you. “It’s...not that I haven’t thought about it...but I’d never do that to you.” He quickly spoke. You paused, looking away and nodding. “I knew it…” You trailed off and shook your head. He clenched his jaw and looked back at you. “You’re busy on my days off Y/N-”
“Namjoon, please shut up.” You snapped, making sure to keep your voice down.
“I haven’t slept with anyone else. Don’t do that.” He pleaded.
“It’s the fact that you thought about sleeping with somebody else...I’m not having this conversation.” You stood up, grabbing a pillow and a blanket from the closet. “Where are you going?”
“To the fucking living room, leave me alone.” You stormed out of the bedroom and into the living room, placing your pillow on the couch and laying down on it.
“Y/N-”
“What, Namjoon? What do you want? You want me to give you permission to go and have sex with somebody else? I’m trying, I’ve been trying with you. I guess because I don’t fit your ideal image of what you’re physically attracted to, you don’t see a point in trying with me right? My body doesn’t look the way it used when you first met me because I had your fucking child and you have the nerve to tell me that you thought about sleeping with somebody else?” You angrily wiped the tears from your cheeks.
He said nothing, just standing there in his pajama pants. Sitting up, you stared up at him, watching him look between you and the floor. “I wasn’t trying to hurt you...I just thought that if I was honest we could figure out what to do from there.” He moved to the opposite end of the couch. “Clearly this isn’t working out for either of us. Maybe we should talk to your boss about this five year contract-”
“I don’t want you to leave, or MiMi…” He quickly cut you off.
“Yeah, well I’m not living here with someone who doesn’t want to try with me.”
“I do want to try! I want this to work out with us. I just don’t know what to do anymore. Every time we try to do anything together we get interrupted and it’s frustrating.” He moved his hands around while speaking, sighing heavily and leaning his head back on the back of the couch. “I’m physically attracted to you, Y/N, there was never a doubt about that. I’m just, it’s been a long time since I even had a relationship and with me being an idol now, I’ve just been so used to just, coming and going, literally.”
“If you were as attracted to me as you say you are, you would’ve tried a little harder to spend time with me. I know you’re busy with BTS and I get that. I have no problem with fitting my schedule with yours but the difference is that we have a daughter. I don’t want to just pass her off when I don’t feel like taking care of her. I love your parents and our friends but I don’t want to just offer her up when I get too tired. It sounds selfish but I think I’m making some progress with that.”
“I feel so stupid for saying what I said to you. I don’t want you to think you’re unattractive and I know I should try more instead of saying I’ll do it. Easier said than done. I’m sorry, Y/N, just please come back into the room. I promise we can talk about it tomorrow when I get back from practice.” He grabbed your hand. Grabbing your pillow in his other hand, you left the blanket and shuffled into the bedroom with him, getting into bed and turning to look at him. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” He pulled you into his chest, whispering the words over and over again.
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You didn’t realize Taehyung and his wife were early birds when you were woken out of your sleep by a phone call. Namjoon was still asleep since it was only 5:45 so you woke up and opened the door for them, letting them in while you went and got YoungMi dressed and her bag packed. She was up when you walked into her room, so it was easier to move her around when she was up. Carrying her into the living room, you handed her to Tae’s wife and gave Tae the carseat and her bag, along with a bag of baby food and milk since she occasionally wanted a bottle throughout the day. You were getting her to eat more food than to drink milk but she still wanted her bottle which meant you still pumped. You couldn’t handle breastfeeding anymore since she got her first and nearly chewed off your nipple the last time you tried.
After they left, you laid back down and as soon as you closed your eyes, Namjoon’s alarm went off and he stretched, grabbing his phone to turn it off and sat up, looking over his shoulder at you. “She left already?” He asked. His voice was deeper than normal in the morning. You nodded, keeping your eyes closed as you tried to find sleep again. He went about doing his morning routine, taking a shower and eating his breakfast. You eventually got up to brush your teeth and put on some coffee while he was eating, yawning and tidying up the kitchen as the coffee brewed.
You poured him and yourself a cup, letting him add his own cream and sugar while you added some to yours. Scrolling through your phone and answering a few messages from the girls and checking your emails. Namjoon walked over to you after finishing his coffee and kissed your temple. “We’re still talking when I get back, okay?” He kissed your cheek as you hummed while sipping your coffee and glanced up at him. “Have fun at the studio.” You gave him a small smile, watching him slide on his shoes and grab his keys before leaving.
You spent the day grocery shopping and doing any laundry in the house. You decided that you needed a night to yourself so you piled a few blankets in the middle of the living room with some pillows and started on dinner, making steak, rice and asparagus, while a cake was in the oven. Once your plate was made and the cake was cooling on the stove, you whipped up some frosting and began icing the cake when you heard Namjoon’s keys in the door. It was still pretty early so you didn’t know why he was coming home so late.
You were in a black silk robe that you usually wore when making dinner since it was light and quickly tightened the belt before he walked in. You had already put his plate on the side and he looked into the living room, a confused look at all the blankets and then walked into the kitchen after taking off his shoes to see you putting icing on a cake. “What’s the occasion?” He asked. You looked at him then finished up the cake and placed it on the table. “I was having a movie night to myself actually. What are you doing home so early? You’re usually here at 8 and it’s 6.” Adding some sauce to your steak, you cut into it, eating a piece and went to grab a beer from the fridge.
“Oh...well can I join? I finished early so I figured I’d come home early. I’m gonna go change.” He eyed the cake on his way out of the kitchen and quickly walked into the room. You sat at the counter, finishing up your food and drinking your beer. You ate your last piece of steak when he walked out and made himself a plate. You handed him a beer as well as he sat down and stared at the cake again. “I want some of that cake when I’m done. It smells good.” He spoke over a mouthful of food.
“So, what did you want to talk about?” Slicing two pieces of cake, you placed them on two separate small plates. Your robe kept sliding open so you had to keep tightening it. What you didn’t notice was Namjoon’s eyes catching the material slide down your shoulder while he ate.
“I was doing some thinking about what I said last night and I also spoke to Yoongi and Hobi about our situation.” He took a sip of his beer. You ate a piece of cake and stopped chewing when he said that. “Y-you told them about us?” You couldn’t get angry just yet without hearing him out so you took a deep breath and slowly continued to keep eating. “I needed an opinion and they told me I fucked up and I apologize for that Y/N. You do a lot for me and for MiMi and I didn’t see that. You’re one person but I should be paying attention more and they told me to take a few days off and they’ll talk it over with the manager and get everything done themselves. I have to work on us, it wouldn't be fair if I just let you put all the effort in without me doing anything as well.” He moved his plate over and grabbed the plate with the cake and began eating it.
“Anyways, Taehyung has the baby for two days and I have the rest of the week off. I made reservations for tomorrow night at a restaurant so we can go on an actual date and work all of this out.”
“So are you asking me out on a date, Kim Namjoon?” You couldn’t help the smile that spread on your face. That’s all you ever wanted from him and he was finally understanding.
“Ah, yes. Kim Y/N, would you please go out with me tomorrow night at 6:30?” He asked, smiling up at you from where he sat at the table. You licked some icing off your finger and thought for a moment before nodding. “I’d love you. Thank you.” You walked over to kiss his cheek and walked into the living room, sitting in the pile of pillows and blankets. Namjoon cleaned his dishes and joined you in the pile of blankets, sitting close to you while you used a remote to turn off the lights and skim through the movies on Netflix, settling on a romance movie.
Twenty minutes into the movie, you were leaned forward, intently watching the screen while Namjoon rubbed your back while watching the movie and texting on his phone. He tossed his phone on the couch and continued watching the movie with you, becoming flustered when a love scene came on. You squeezed your legs together as they were pulled up to your chest, feeling yourself become damp in your panties. Namjoon noticed the way you were sitting and turned to look at you. “Y/N..” He whispered close to your ear and you turned to look at him.
He pushed your legs down and grabbed one thigh, pulling you so that you were straddling his lap and brought your lips down to his. His tongue quickly seeking yours out, your panties becoming more wet as they grind against the bulge that was forming in his pajama pants. His hands moved over the front of your robe, quickly untying it and sliding it down your arms and off of you. You tossed it onto the couch behind him, moving your hands into his dark hair, moaning into his mouth when he gripped your hips to help you move against his clothed erection.
You pulled apart, he moved to crawl on top of you and stared down at your matching blue bra and panties and kissed between your breasts before moving back up to your neck and sucking on it, your eyes closing as he lips trailed down, his hands moving behind you to unclasp your bra. You paused and looked at him, his lips pressing to yours again before moving your hands away and removing your bra. “It’s okay.” He spoke against your lips and lowered his head to suck your left nipple into his mouth, his tongue lapping over it and tasting the milk that leaked out. You moaned, looking down at him as he did the same to the other one, kneading the other one as he did so.
His lips trailed down your stomach, kissing, sucking and biting his way down to your thighs, stopping at your inner thigh, he hooked his fingers into your panties and pulled them down, seeing the slick stick to them from your core. You shivered at the cool air and bit your lip as his mouth attached to your swollen clit, circling his tongue around it while resting your thighs on his shoulder. You breathed in deeply and groaned, your back arching away from the floor.
Flicking his tongue against the sensitive bud, his eyes watching your movements while his hands spread your legs wider, stiffening his tongue to push in and out of your clenching hole. Your fingers tangled in his hair, your head falling back as he moved back and forth between fucking your pussy with his tongue and sucking on your clit. Your heart raced, your legs trembling.
“Fuck…” You finally moaned out when he circled a finger against your entrance while still sucking on your clit. He hummed against you, the vibrations making you moan over and over again. “You better not cum, baby.” He shoved two fingers into your, curling them upward to hit that sweet spot inside of you. Your head shot up as you looked down at him, grabbing his other hand and sucking on his index and middle finger. His eyes twinkled at the sight of you taking his long fingers into your mouth, causing him to rut against the floor for friction. He pumped his fingers in and out of you, hearing the wet noises come from his movements.
You tightened around his fingers and he circled your clit before sucking it between his lips and pumping faster until you pushed his hand from your mouth and tossed your head back.
“Shhhhiiit, I’m cu-” You groaned as your orgasm washed over you and a white flash clouded your vision.
Namjoon lazily rubbed your clit after removing his fingers and leaned up to kiss you, your body jumping slightly from how sensitive you were. You could taste yourself on his tongue, staring up at him when he pulled away to stare down at you.
“Let’s see how many times you can cum tonight.” He nipped at your bottom lip and you stuck out your tongue to lick his lips, he responded by doing the same. Your tongues danced together until he sucked yours into his mouth while you pushed down his boxers. You went to move down but he stopped you and pecked your lips. “Let me make you feel good.” He whispered, pushing your legs apart. You looked down at his throbbing cock and licked your lips at the sight of it, thick and long. Watching him slowly slide into you, your eyes half closed before falling back onto a pillow as he bottomed out.
“Finally..please fuck me.” You grinned when you heard him chuckle at your words before he set a moderate pace, your legs spread wide for him as he pulled all the way out to the tip before shoving himself back between your hot walls. “You’re so fucking tight, fuck.” He kissed your neck, placing his hands on either side of your head before pushing himself up and began snapping his hips into yours a little harder. Already your legs began trembling, your hands moving to your sides, gripping the blanket underneath as you let out a series of moans and curses.
Keeping your legs spread, he sat up on his knees, holding onto your hips and thrust faster and harder, your thighs slapping against his lap as your back arched your back higher.
The moans and grunts that sounded from him only added to your pleasure,your breath caught in your throat as he moved so fast that all you could do was roll your eyes over in your head and let out tiny breaths of air.
“I can feel you squeezing my cock with your tight pussy, baby. Are you gonna cum already?”
He rubbed your clit with his thumb, smirking when you finally let out a long moan. You looked down at where you were connected and tossed your head back again. “Fuck, keep doing that...make me cum, Daddy.” You let the word slip out but it did something to him. He reached up, gripping your throat lightly, a shaky moan coming from him as he grip tightened. Your eyes crossed this time before your body jerked as you came for a second time that night, your hand wrapping around his wrist where he was still holding your throat.
You grunted, your toes curling until he slowed down and leaned down to kiss you, releasing your throat and picking you up to sit on his lap. He leaned against the couch and stretched out his legs. The sweat on his forehead was visible and he could see yours too, kissing your swollen lips once again. Staring down at him while you caught your breath, you pressed your sweaty forehead against his and softly giggled. “I knew you wanted to call me that.” His hand raised up and came down against your ass cheek, you yelped and pressed your chest into his.
He lifted you up and pulled you back down on him, you steadied yourself, keeping your hands on his shoulders and planting your feet on the floor and began bouncing on top of him, feeling the pleasure build back up inside of you again. He slapped the other cheek, gripping both of them to spread you open as you kept your fast pace, watching his head lean back on the cushion of the couch, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he gulped and moaned.
This experience was so much more vivid than the first time you had ever slept together all that time ago. You were both intoxicated when you hooked up, not leaving much to remember and now you’re both realizing that you missed out on a lot with each other. You were more responsive than the first time and he was more in control. You molded together perfectly and knew what the other one wanted.
He began thrusting up, holding your hips in place, your fingernails digging into his shoulders before threading them into his hair, short breaths leaving your mouth. “Joonie…” You moaned his name, your knees falling to the floor. Your hips rocking back and forth as he pressed his fingers into your hips, knowing bruises were going to be left in the morning along with some aches and pain but you didn’t care.
“Please cum inside me..” The words whispered and he closed his eyes and grunted, his balls tightening before he released inside of you, ropes and ropes of his seed spilling inside of you. Your third orgasm hit, your thighs shaking uncontrollably as he wrapped his arms around your waist and yours around his shoulders, burying your face in his neck as you groaned into his skin. “Y/N…” He growled, still slowly thrusting into you, you winced at the over stimulation and grunted when he moved his hand between you and began rubbing your clit. “Give me one more, baby…” He sighed heavily at your walls contracting around his cock. You whined against his neck, sitting up and letting him fall out of you.
“Mmm, I can’t…fuck.” You stared down at him, breathing heavily, your chest rising up and down quickly as your mouth fell open in a silent cry. “Fuck, fuck fuck fuck!” You cried, another orgasm tumbling through you, his fingers quickly sliding into you to fuck you without mercy. His fingers curving once again to rub against the soft patch inside of you, your body convulsing as hot liquid squirts over his cock and in his lap.
You nearly fell back but he caught you and laid you down on your back on the floor. You twitched before pushing his hand away and snapping your legs closed. He wiped his hands on his pajama pants and moved to lay next to you, pulling you to his chest and kissing your forehead. “That was only five, I never knew you were a gusher.” He chuckled. You looked up at him. “Neither did I.” You lazily kissed his lips, exhaustion taking over you as you closed your eyes.
“You should rest up for tomorrow morning.”
“What’s tomorrow morning?” You asked.
“I never said I was done with you…”
