Little do You Know | OT7 | Drabble - Baby and Joon Red Carpet Debut

 Pair: Bangtan (ot7) x f!reader 

Summary: In a world where idols and actors can’t date, whether it be because of contracts, lack of time, or the dangers that involve having your personal life leaked, the market opened up for a new work field. Playmate Agencies emerged to supply the entertainment world with highly trained companions for hire. Bangtan is looking for new playmates. And you just happen to be the one all of them choose. 

Genre: Fluff, angst, smut, playmate au, idol au. 

Chapter warnings: Joon being Daddy, smut andddddd… (butt stuff, f!receiving lol)  

WC: 10k

 It wasn’t really the norm for you to be carrying so many things when you came around to visit any of your lovers. Soon enough you could say you had more things spread around their homes than your own. But today wasn’t just any day. 

You and Namjoon were about to have your ‘first red carpet appearance’ together, both of you invited to the W Korea event: LOVE YOUR W, 2023 edition. In one hand you had your outfit and shoes on a protective case and hanger, and on the other you had a smaller backpack with your makeup and some products the makeup team might want to use on you. 

You couldn’t use your key to open the door, so it resulted in you hitting your knee on the door a couple times to let Namjoon know you needed help. The man must be near the entrance as not a minute later he was opening the door and reaching for the things in your hands. 

“I got it, I got it–” he rushed to take the hangers and your backpack, surprisingly gentle with the way he placed them inside the coat closet of the hallway. 

“Hi, Joonie.” you took a deep breath of relief, breathing in the earthy and grassy smell and basking in the silence of his home. 

“Hi, baby, come here.” 

The man opened his arms and you instantly nuzzled into his wide body after kicking out of your shoes, feeling small and safe. Your arms wrapped around his middle and his were around your shoulders, letting you decompress and relax. 

It was never easy for you to drop your family off whenever Appa and Minsuk had to go back to Daegu, even if you knew you’d see them again very soon. There was also a very stark difference between Tae’s home –with barks from Yeontan, jazz playlists always in the background and a seven year old blabbing all day– and Namjoon’s. 

Joon’s apartment was quiet like a museum, where you could actually hear your thoughts, read in silence and just exist when other aspects of your life were already chaotic. 

You would never pick which environment you liked best, knowing you needed the balance between the calm and the rush to be able to properly function. But after the couple days you had, you needed the peace that came in the form of Kim Namjoon. 

“I missed you.” Namjoon dragged his nose on the top of your head, repeating what he told you through text yesterday. He never said it to make you feel guilty for having plans with your other lovers, but to show you how thankful he was for having you, too. “Are you hungry?” 

“A little, yeah.” 

You pulled your face from his chest to look up, pouting to have him lean down and press his plush lips against yours. You saw a glimpse of the dimple in his cheek before closing your eyes to receive his kiss. 

“Want me to make something?” you offered, letting Namjoon pull you deeper into the apartment and towards the dining room slash kitchen space. 

“No need, I made us breakfast.” Namjoon surprised you, leading you to the long Nakashima table filled with small portions of breakfast food. “Well. I bought us food.” 

“Oh my.” you could see small buns, toast, jams, cut up fruit, scrambled eggs– “Damn, you really want to fuck my ass, huh?” 

Namjoon was laughing as he stood behind you, hands on your hips as his words contradicted his touches: “That’s not why I did this. You’re coming from Tae and I know he makes you do everything.”

“Oh.” your heart filled with love for the thoughtful man, body instantly relaxing into his. “That’s so nice of you…”

“You don’t have to do that here. You don’t have to think,” he spoke lowly, pushing your hair out of your neck to replace it with his lips. “You just have to exist and let me take care of you.” 

“Joon…” you groaned slightly, breath a little heavier than you intended. 

“Can you do that for me, baby?” Namjoon was dragging his lips up and down the column of your throat, making you bare your neck to him willingly. 

“I can.” 

You nodded, already feeling small, brain shutting down all the parts you didn’t need. You didn’t need about tonight and what people would think about the public appearance you’d be making, Namjoon probably thought of every reply to interviewers’ questions. You didn’t need to worry about getting ready, Namjoon probably told the staff team what time they should arrive. You didn’t even have to worry about meals, as Namjoon clearly didn’t mind taking care of them all. 

He never minded taking care of you. 

You wondered if he missed being the leader and taking care of his brothers, too. 

Your boyfriend pulled the chairs  for the two of you to sit down side by side, asking if you wanted him to serve you. You gently denied it, grateful of his thoughtfulness, but allowing that would only make you miss Jin more. 

Both of you filled your own plates with pastries and snacks and you could recognize a thing or two from the neighborhood bakery.

“How’s your family?” Namjoon asked first, as you spread jam on a piece of toast and covered it with spoonfuls of scrambled eggs. “I’m sad I couldn’t see them this time.” 

“Don’t worry about it, they were both busy this time around.” you explained, still tired from running around with appa to look at schools. “But both are good. Suk is really excited about the move. She keeps talking about all the classes she’s gonna start.” 

“That’s my girl.” his proud smile was complete with full cheeks that reminded you of a chipmunk.  

“Not school classes, swimming lessons.” you corrected, watching his smile drop. You swallowed a bite of your own before continuing: “Tae is also trying to convince her to do karate, but she’s more interested in ballet or kpop choreographies.” 

“Damn, Hobi hyung will be happy about that.” Namjoon chuckled, serving the two of you a glass of orange juice.   

“She also wants to learn piano from Yoongi, singing from Kook–”

The man’s laugh grew and you couldn’t help smiling along. “Maybe she can be HYBE’s youngest trainee.” 

“Maybe she’ll be the leader of the female version of BTS.” you wondered, crossing your legs to sit criss-cross on the wooden chair. 

“Without all the hardships, I wouldn’t let her go through that.” the man added, protective of your sister. “Do you think she’ll want to go into show business when she grows up?” 

“I don’t think so.” you shook your head, stopping to take a bite out of your jam-toast-and-eggs. “She might become a vet, with how much she loves puppies.” 

“You didn’t think you’d be in the entertainment world, but here you are.” Namjoon’s thumb cleaned the corner of your lips, making your cheeks burn.  

“That’s different.” you shrugged after swallowing down the bite with a sip of juice. “She’s just doing all that because she looks up to all of you.”

“You think so?” 

“I know her.” you smiled to yourself, offering your toast for Namjoon to take a bite of. “Minsuk has never been the popular kid, but she’s really coming out of her shell when you guys are around. So obviously she wants to be like you.” 

“She’s a good kid.” Namjoon chewed slowly, looking at nothing in particular as he thought out loud: “What can I teach her, then?”

“She’s a bit too young to write deep lyrics.” you thought, raising an eyebrow. “Maybe when she grows up you can teach her how to drive? Oh, wait.” 

“You think you’re so funny, don’t you?” your lover was trying to look mad, but he couldn’t hold back his laugh at your tease. “By the time she’s grown up I’ll have my license, I promise.” 

“You keep saying that, but you are yet to redeem the driving lessons I got you for your birthday.” you pointed out, watching him roll his eyes.  

“Maybe I like to be driven around by you, is that too bad?” the man sassed, making you almost choke on a piece of bread.  

You shook your head while swallowing. “It’s not bad at all, my love. I don’t mind driving you around to look for your pokemon stickers.” 

You expected Namjoon to complain or deny the truth, but ever the unapologetic man, he scoffed and said:

“I really can’t believe you won’t let me keep the Pikachu sticker.” 

“Hey, you gave it to me!”  

“Yes, because you were mad at me!” his voice raised a little, making you giggle. “I thought you’d give it back to me when you forgave me.” 

“I’ll give it back to you when you have your driver’s license.” you settled, pushing another piece of bread into your mouth.  

“You–” Namjoon gasped. “You play dirty, you know that?”

“Oh, hey.” you were wrapped in a fluffy towel as you walked out of Namjoon’s ensuite bathroom. 

The steam from your shower was seeping through the room and you knew Namjoon could smell the salts and oils you used to smooth your skin and relax your body. The man was sitting on the side of his bed, facing the door of the bathroom as if waiting for you. 

“If you were done with your call, why didn’t you join me, hm?” you asked as you walked to him, standing between his legs as he spread them for you. 

“I didn’t want to intrude on your me time.” he explained, making you smile about him being thoughtful again. 

“Showers can always be us time.” you insisted, holding your towel in place with one hand and running the other one though his recently darkened, short cut hair. “How long until we need to get ready?” 

“Two hours, I think.” the man told you after looking at the time on the Rolex around his wrist. “I’ll take my shower in a minute.” 

“Then what is it you wanna tell me?” you asked, watching his tanned cheeks grow even darker. 

“I don’t wanna tell you anything.” he lied. 

“Then you want to ask me something.” you decided, tilting your head sideways as you studied his reactions. 

Namjoon groaned, as if annoyed that you could read him like your favorite book. You dragged your nails through his scalp, all the way to the back of his head, giving him time to swallow his nerves to tell you whatever it was. 

“I did.” Namjoon fixed his posture. 

“Why are you shy?” 

His laugh was embarrassed. “I don’t know.” 

“Does it have anything to do with the thing you’re hiding behind yourself?” you asked calmly, watching his eyes widen. 

“You could see it? I thought I hid it well.” he groaned, touching the space behind himself until he found what he was looking for. 

“If it helps, I didn’t see what it was.” you told him honestly. “But I think I have an idea of what it could be.” 

“Yeah?” his eyes were moving all over the place; from your lips, to your eyes, to your cleavage shown by the towel. “What is it, then?”

“Something you want me to wear tonight.” you guessed, feeling your tummy do a flip when his eyes betrayed him. “Is it a necklace?” 

“It’s not jewelry, but you can wear it.” Namjoon riddled. “Hopefully.” 

“Show me?” 

Namjoon moved his hands to his lap, still hiding whatever it was from you. You were patient, despite how curious you were. His hands were also large enough to hide a myriad of things, from lingerie to a small bag. 

“Okay, before I tell you–” he stopped himself, as if trying to buy himself time. 

“Baby, you can ask me anything and you know I’m saying yes.” you assured him, trying to calm down whatever worries he had. 

“You wore this for hyung before.” Namjoon grumbled more to himself than anything else. 

“Did I?” you probed gently, caressing the back of his hand. “Then I’ll wear it for you, too.” 

It took a few breaths and inner pep talk for Namjoon to finally agree to open his hands and show you the little device he was so shy about. It made you want to laugh, how much of a big deal he was making of the small sized butt plug he was hiding. You recognized its shape, how it was for daily use; to prep yourself for something bigger later on. 

And Namjoon had a point, you did wear one of those for Seokjin when he asked you to have a threesome with him and Jungkook; back when you were still working for them and pretending not to be in love with each other. 

You didn’t really understand why he was so shy about this, when you’ve obviously done ‘ass stuff’ in the past, your boyfriend was an ass man after all. 

“You can say no–”

“I’m saying yes.” you reached for the plug to inspect it closely. It was definitely new and you could smell the gentle notes of soap, so Namjoon had clearly cleaned it already. 

“Really?” his dragon eyes were wide with surprise, which surprised you. 

“My love, after everything we’ve done this makes you shy?” 

Namjoon rubbed the back of his neck, rolling it from side to side as if to send away his nerves. 

“Tonight is a pretty big night.” he shrugged. “We’ll be walking a red carpet.” 

“No one will see this inside me.” you assured him with a small laugh. “You’ll be the only one to know it’s there.” 

“Actually, can I text the group chat?” 

You stared at him, waiting for the ‘just kidding’ that never came. “Fine. But you better control yourself tonight, because I don’t need pictures of your hard-on all over the internet.” 

“Don’t worry, that’s for your eyes only.” 

Namjoon was a lot more relaxed after your agreement, pulling you to his lap in true god-of destruction fashion. Like a puppy that doesn’t know its strength, making you topple over and fall half on his legs, half on the bed, sharing giggles and tiny squeals. 

“I don’t know, Joon,” you started, positioning yourself to lay on your back, legs on his thighs. “Maybe I’ll text that to the group chat as well.” 

“You can’t use the group chat like that.” 

“Why not?!” you raised your body on your elbows and now that you weren’t holding the towel anymore, it started to come loose and unwrap your tits. 

“The group chat is for sharing pictures of Baby.” he spoke as if it was obvious. “I’m not Baby. You know who Baby is?” 

“I’m Baby.” you laughed, letting your body fall back down. “You’re Daddy.” 

“That’s right.” he agreed with a slow nod. 

“Will Daddy help put this toy in Baby’s ass?” you blinked slowly, teasingly. 

Namjoon was rendered speechless yet again, giving you the opportunity to move a little higher and lay in the middle of the bed, pulling the towel open and showing your full naked body to the man. 

Both of you knew the clock was ticking and soon enough HYBE’s beauty team would be knocking on his door to help the two of you get ready for the event tonight. Namjoon nodded as he got up from the bed to search for something in his night stand and you waited prettily while laying in the middle of his bed. 

Namjoon looked hungry when he kneeled on the bed, throwing the almost empty bottle of lube next to your hip. Your chest was already raising and falling with anticipation when the gorgeous man pushed your legs open to bare your cunt for him. 

“You need me to–” 

Namjoon interrupted you with the snap of his tongue against the roof of his mouth, shutting you up at once. “You don’t think daddy knows how to take care of his baby?” 

“He does.” you whined, watching him push your legs open wider and laying on his stomach. 

“You’re going to be such a good girl tonight, gonna wear a toy for daddy all night, won’t you, princess?” he teased, playing perfectly into his Daddy role, nothing like the shy, unsure man you’ve seen just seconds ago. 

And like the good little sub that you were, you were dropping faster than you could control. But that was okay, this was Namjoon. Namjoon would take care of you, in every sense of the word, so you nodded and relaxed your body; pliant and willing, all for him to use and play with. 

Large hands slipped under your ass, squeezing the flesh and hooking on the dip of your hips. With a strong grasp, Namjoon pulled you lower and closer to his mouth. Instead of teasing you or making you beg for it, his open mouth met your pussy at once. 

You cried out with a little whine, back arching off the mattress as your hands grabbed the sheets beneath you. Namjoon’s tongue licked between your lips in slow drags that were mind numbing and toe curling; long licks to your hole and gentle circles around your clit. 

“Fuck, that’s good.” you moaned with a sigh, fingers squeezing the bedding. 

Your praise had Namjoon humming against your cunt, fingers denting your skin where he squeezed you, tongue giving your clit a few slow swipes before focusing his efforts south. The lower he moved, the squirmier you got, making Namjoon force your hips to stay still with an iron grip that you hoped would bruise. 

He pushed your legs impossibly open, hiking up your knees and tapping an ass cheek twice to ask for your help. You barely thought about your actions, holding your legs spread at an angle that allowed Namjoon to see all of you. Your cheeks were burning and your neck and chest felt hot. 

“Can I show this to the group chat?” the man teased as he watched you with lowered eyes. 

“Daddy, please.” you whined, trying to swivel your hips to get him to move. “I need you.” 

“Oh?” he raised an eyebrow and locked his jaw, fingers playing on the skin of the back of your thigh. “Didn’t Taehyungie take care of you?” 

“He was gonna,” you moaned around the words as you felt his breath warm against your cunt. “But Minsuk wanted to sleep with us.” 

“What a shame that is.” Namjoon chuckled roughly, not sorry at all. 

“But daddy will take care of me.” your breath hitched as you felt his hot mouth on your pussy again, pointed tongue tracing circles as he licked lower and lower. “Right there–”

Namjoon reached his goal, making you press your nails against your own skin as you held your legs open for him. His lips were latched onto you, tongue swirling around your asshole, making it wet. 

Everything in your body screamed at you to clench, but you knew that was the opposite of what you needed to do. You took deep, calming breaths to relax your body enough for Namjoon to praise you. 

“Doing so well already, baby girl.” he mumbled against your ass, thumb replacing his lips on your puckered hole. “Let daddy in… That’s it, just like that.” 

“Fuck, Joon–” you held your breath when the tip os his thumb breached you, letting go of it as his plush lips wrapped around your clit to take your mind off the sting. 

The man suckled and licked at your swollen clit, patient as if you had all the time in the world. He only started moving again when the grip of your muscles around his thumb eased and he was allowed to push it in a little deeper. Your pained moan surprised the both of you, making Namjoon gently and carefully remove his finger from your ass. 

“Daddy–” you were about to apologize, tell him you could take it, when he shushed you with a kiss on the back of your thigh. 

“I got you, baby. Daddy will make it feel good.” 

You nodded and watched as he reached for the bottle of lube and the toy; opening the former with a pop! and leaving the toy nearby.  You were used to the cold feel of the liquid, but your lover still soothed you and rubbed the lube on his fingertips to warm it up before rubbing the mess on your ass hole. 

Namjoon continued to massage you through your whimpers and moans, until you couldn’t hold your legs up anymore. Your feet were planted on the mattress as he slipped his middle finger inside you all the way. The stretch was more than you’ve felt in that hole for quite a long while, so to make sure you enjoyed the pain, Namjoon licked your pussy and sucked your clit. 

His mouth on you was so good that you could feel your orgasm approaching, even if it wasn’t the goal. And Namjoon, being the most perfect daddy, didn’t stop you from cumming on his lips. If anything, he upped the pace of his tongue and fingers; mouth and digits working together to get you closer and closer to that delicious edge. 

“There, there, don’t stop–” you begged, writhing underneath him as his lips pressed around your clit and his strong tongue swiped it from side to side over and over and over again. “Oh my god, I’m gonna cum, fuck!” 

Namjoon’s free hand gave your ass a harsh spank, making all thoughts leave your brain and the most delicious darkness cover your eyes. Your lower stomach tensed as your pussy clenched around nothing and your tighter hole squeezed his finger so hard it slipped off of you with your high. 

Your ears were buzzing as you heard the familiar pop of the lube bottle and the squirting of more liquid. You felt the velvet smooth tip of the toy against your ass, clenching instinctively as you rode the waves of the orgasm. 

“Shh, relax for me, you’re being so good.” Namjoon coaxed you into relaxing enough for him to push and push the toy as it grew wider at the base. You did the best you could, letting go of a breath of relief when you felt it slip into place; the thin base was long and comfortable, sitting snug between your cheeks and keeping the toy in place. “There we go, all in, princess.” 

“Kiss me.” you whined, legs dropping to the bed as your arms reached for the man. 

Namjoon would obey your every wish, large, big body covering yours as his hips were between your spread legs. You held him by the neck and pulled him down until your lips met his sloppy ones. You could taste yourself heavily on his tongue, sucking on it with little bobs and tiny moans. 

“You were right about one thing,” Namjoon mumbled against your lips, a hand moving up your stomach to squeeze one of your breasts, stopping at the base of your throat. “It’s gonna be really fucking difficult not to get hard tonight, knowing you’re getting all stretched out for me.” 

“Be a good daddy and you’ll get to fuck me anywhere you want when we come home tonight.” 

 You could barely breathe in this dress, but it was all worth it if it meant Namjoon wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off you. 

If the two of you walking the red carpet together wasn’t enough of an announcement that all the rumors were through and you were in a relationship for longer than a year now, then the fact you were wearing matching clothes would be a nice confirmation. 

While Joon was wearing a two piece denim suit, you wore a fitted denim dress that was so tight on your body that your breasts would spill out if you bent too low and the curves of your ass looked amazing. The slit on the front of your dress came all the way to the middle of your thigh, showing off more skin than you were actually used to. 

If all of that wasn’t enough, the best part about your whole look tonight was a gift from Hana. Your manager and best friend thought it would be a funny thing to give you a collar-like choker with the letter B T S; but the joke was on her, because you actually loved it and wore it proudly around your neck. 

You and Namjoon had already posed for pictures in front of the dozens of flashing cameras and photographers who yelled at you both to: ‘send us kisses’, ‘look here to the left’, ‘up here, up here’, ‘can you two make a heart with your hands?’, ‘now one of you at a time’. 

The two of you were sharing a few words and answering some questions about life and your work and Namjoon’s future projects for when he left the military. You were already done with your interviews, just waiting for Namjoon to finish talking to the last reporter that didn’t want to let him go. 

You weren’t really eavesdropping, until the subject concerned you:

“I can see you keep a close relationship with your past employees.” the woman said as she eyed you standing not a meter away. “What does it take for one to work for the great RM and how can I get in on that? If RM is not hiring, how about Namjoon?”

Media trained, your lover laughed light heartedly, but his eyes showed how uncomfortable he was. “It takes a great level of natural talent. Yn is incredible.” the man gushed, looking for you with his eyes before adding: “Neither RM nor Namjoon are looking for anyone new to work with, and I assure you me and my brothers are set for life.” 

“My love, we should go in.” you called to Namjoon, who looked relieved for an excuse to walk away.  

“Of course, darling.” he spoke in the microphone of the reporter before giving it back to her and saying his goodbyes. “Thank you, enjoy your evening.” 

Namjoon walked to you and placed a hand on the low of your back; almost on your ass, really, as low as he could get away with without the two of you risking getting an earful by Bang PD. 

The two of you walked side by side, being led into the main event and being greeted with glasses of champagne. The room was packed with actors, idols and overall important people, some of whom had been a guest on your show. Everyone was having a good time mingling and you and Namjoon looked for the table you were supposed to sit at to have dinner. 

Both of you were special guests tonight, so your table was one of the closets to the stage. At some point tonight you’d have to go on that same stage to give a heartfelt speech on the importance of bringing awareness to breast cancer; the theme of this annual event. And Namjoon… Well. He might as well be the most important man in this whole building. 

“I see this is already a good night for you.” you started quietly as you placed your handbag on the chair you’d occupy tonight. “Getting job offers and everything.” 

“You heard that, huh?” Namjoon hid his laugh behind his hand as he scratched the tip of his nose.  

“The woman flirting with you?” you threw your hair off your shoulder, waving to someone you had never seen before, but who called your name in greeting. “Nah, totally went right over my head.” 

“Baby, stop.” the man’s hand was on your waist, giving it a squeeze as you tipped the whole glass of champagne to swallow it at once. “You know it makes me horny when you act jealous.” 

“You're terrible.” you were shaking your head before placing your empty glass on the table.  

“And you're the best.” Namjoon pressed his lips to your forehead, hand slipping to your back before he invited: “Let’s walk around and network?” 

“Lead the way.” 

This wasn’t your first event with Namjoon, you’ve been BTS’ plus one many times before, but you’d never get tired of watching them in action. Your lover didn’t just steal hearts on stage, he was also charming and polite, able to keep a conversation with colleagues he hadn’t seen in ages and make strangers feel like close friends. 

The two of you walked around the whole room a couple of times, making small talk with everyone who stopped to talk to the two of you. You got promises of meetings to be guests on your show, invitations to home studios and even a request for you to appear in a cameo in a music video. 

Every now and then you would stop and listen to whoever was on stage, small words of encouragement and applauds to whoever it was. 

“Let’s find you something to drink?” you offered to Namjoon, as you could feel his throat getting a little dry. 

“Thank you, baby.” 

You wanted to remind him you could take care of him as well, could read the timbre of his voice and read when he started to get tired. You were a great playmate once upon a time and you liked to think you were an even better girlfriend.

Your hand slipped into his as you had already located the bar that had less people waiting to be served, walking seamlessly through the crowd and pulling your man along with you. You knew his eyes were on your ass, catching him staring whenever you looked at one of the many mirrors spread around the event. 

You couldn’t say you completely forgot the tiny, indigo-blue toy stuffed in your ass and every time you had to walk a lot –or sit– you were reminded of it, but your heels were hurting a lot more at this point. 

“Two waters, please.” Namjoon asked the man behind the bar; a young worker who stopped drying crystal glasses to take your orders. 

“Ohhh, someone is trying to get drunk tonight.” you joked, fitting under Namjoon’s arm as he wrapped it around your shoulders. 

“I need you sober for what I’m planning on doing to you later.” he spoke as if telling you about the weather and you couldn’t help but clench a little, wincing from the pain it caused you. “Are you okay?” 

“Yeah, I’m just reminded of you know what when you talk like that.” you told him in a hush, a lot more aware of your surroundings than he was. 

“We can take it out if it bothers you too much.” nodding his head to the barman as a thank you, Namjoon handed you one glass of water before taking the second one for himself. 

“And carry it around in my purse?” you laughed behind your glass, letting Namjoon lead you away to a more secluded area with a few tall tables you could rest your glasses on top of. “Besides, it’s kind of… Grounding.”

“Grounding?” he looked confused, a few lines in his gorgeous face. 

“I can focus on the stick in my ass instead of on the fact I’ll have to give a speech soon.” you shrugged and it suddenly made sense to him. 

“You know you’ll do great, right?” Namjoon’s hand started to rub patterns on your back and you nodded. 

“I have to. If my boyfriend can speak at the White House and the UN, I can manage a few hundred people.” you grinned, a backhanded compliment making his cheeks be poked with pretty dimples. 

“You shouldn’t look at me like that.” he grumbled with a smile and you were the confused one. 

“Like what?” you asked.

“Like I'm handsome.” 

Your smile dropped and you gasped. “Kim Namjoon, you might be Daddy and you might be six foot but I will whip your ass.”

“Okay, maybe let's slow down on these.” your lover was laughing as he pushed your water glass away from you, but you weren’t joking right now.  

“What are you even talking about?” you insisted, holding his arm so he’d look at you. 

Namjoon sighed. “It's nothing serious, baby.”

“It obviously is, for you to bring it up now.” you pressed, not liking his comment one bit.  

“I promise it's really not.” Namjoon assured you, letting you search his face for the truth. “It's just I never really felt beautiful before I met you.”

“Babe.” you whined, shoulders dropping.

“No, it’s fine. It never bothered me.” he brought the water to his lips for a sip and you watched his adam's apple bob as he swallowed. “I know I'm not the visual of the group and I don't have Jin hyung’s confidence–”

“No one has Jin’s confidence.” 

“I always had to rely on my brain and my other talents, and that's always been fine.” he confessed and you waited for him to continue; an obvious ‘but’ coming next. “But it's nice to feel handsome and sexy and wanted. And I feel like that when I'm with you.” 

“Darling, you are all of that and so much more.” you squeezed his arm, knowing nothing you said would ever come close to explaining what you thought of him. Or what he meant to you. 

“Look at how many people keep looking at us.” Namjoon whispered and you subtly looked around to find many eyes and camera phones on the two of you. “I know most are looking at you–”

“You were right at the start of that sentence, they are looking at us.” your eyes returned to him, hands smoothing out the tie around his neck. “And you know what they are thinking?”

“Mhm?” his arm pulled you closer, hand sliding from your lower back to your ass. Almost as if he wanted everyone to see how he could touch you. 

“They are thinking about how lucky we are that we get to go home with each other tonight.” you mumbled for only Namjoon to hear. “How do you think they would feel if they knew we get to do that for the rest of our lives?” 

“Wanna announce the engagement?” he joked, fingers flexing on your ass as if on instinct.   

You laughed shortly. “Imagine if we did.”

“Thank you, baby.” Namjoon’s eyes carried more weight than his words. 

“You never have to thank me.”  

“No more sap, okay?” he smiled cutely and you wanted to bite his dimple. “Let's enjoy the night.”

“Yeah, I don't think I can really contribute to a deep conversation with this thing in my ass.” you moved as little as you could to adjust.  

“I keep forgetting you have it there.” he laughed, as if you didn’t know better.  

“You fucking liar, I can see you eying the door and you can't wait to go home and replace it with something bigger, huh?” you spoke against his cheek, pretend you were only giving him an innocent kiss. 

“Behave.” he warned. “We're still out.” 

“Make me, daddy.”

 From the moment the driver dropped you off at Namjoon’s apartment, it was game on. Hopefully the security camera footage wouldn’t leak, otherwise the whole world would see Namjoon grabbing your ass in various angles and the two of you sucking each other’s faces. 

As soon as you walked into the apartment, Namjoon was pulling his denim jacket off his thick shoulders and you were fighting with the straps of your heels. You barely had time to properly enjoy the fact you could stand with your feet flat on the ground before Namjoon was all over you again, forcing you to rise on your toes so you could match a little of his height. 

Strong hands held your waist as your arms wrapped around his neck and your mouths clashed. His tongue searched for yours in a crazed dance that had your flimsy underwear sticking to your folds and you could barely resist moaning deep into his lips. 

“Bedroom?” Namjoon offered. 

“The table is tempting, but yeah–” you squeezed his shoulders and took a little step back, only to be pulled back into his body again. “Bedroom.” 

“I almost feel sorry to take this dress off of you.” he took one good look at your body, upper teeth sinking into his bottom lip. “You look so good.” 

“You could fuck me with it on.” you offered, but he was shaking his head before you were even done. 

“You look better with nothing on.” he held the back of your neck, pulling you in to suck your bottom lip into his mouth. 

“So do you.” you moaned at the feeling of his teeth scraping your lip, hands touching his pecs as he flexed. “But keep the tie.” 

“Anything you want, princess.” 

Namjoon started laughing at your request, which made you step away from him or neither of you would make it to the bedroom. You didn’t bother closing any doors on the way there, carelessly hitting a few light switches to illuminate the path as Namjoon followed you like a wolf stalking its prey. 

You were facing your shared bed when his arms wrapped around you and he grabbed you from behind, hips snug against your ass to show you just how hard he already was in his pants. You wanted nothing more than to melt into his touches and let him take you however he wanted, but you had another idea in mind. 

You had a mission to show your boyfriend just how much you wanted him. 

Before Namjoon could throw you on the bed, you stepped aside and gave him a push so he’d be the one falling with his pack on the mattress. The surprise was obvious in his eyes, but he wasn’t put off by your actions. If anything, he looked curious and enticed, scooting backwards until his back met headboard. 

“Are you going to strip for me?” challenged, head cocked and jaw locking. 

“If you do the same.” 

Namjoon’s eyes stayed on you the whole time as he reached for his socks, pulling them off one by one and throwing them away from the bed. You had a laugh playing on your rose painted lips, reaching for the zipper on your back to pull it down. 

You could finally breathe a little better as your chest was unrestrained, thin straps slipping down your shoulders. Namjoon was moving a lot slower than you, taking his sweet time to unbutton his white shirt, only opening it to reveal his chest when your dress was resting around your ankles on the floor. 

Wearing nothing but black, lacy panties, you climbed on the bed and crawled between Namjoon’s parted legs. The volume wasn’t hidden by his denim pants, but you ignored it for the time being in order to kiss the low of his stomach. Your boyfriend’s hand rested on the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair as he let you drag your lips on the few lines and muscles you found on your path up his body; licking and nipping at his skin. 

Your eyes were on his as you pushed the white fabric out of your way, throwing a leg on either side of his hips to sip on his lap. 

Namjoon’s other hand reached for your chest, easily finding a nipple and twisting it deliciously, making you moan against his skin. You sat up on his cock, both of you moaning together as your clothed pussy pressed and rubbed against his crotch. 

Your head tilted backwards as Namjoon busied his hands with squeezing and playing with your tits, filling up his hands and kneading them to make you lose your mind. Though thinly parted and lowered lids, you watched him lick his lips invitingly. You held the silky fabric of his tie, twisting it twice around your hand to pull him closer. 

You met Namjoon halfway, mouths meeting again in a kiss that was crazed from the get go, a mess of clashing tongues and smacking lips. Your boyfriend held your hips to guide them to move how he wanted you to, little gasps and moans the only thing interrupting your making out. 

“I don't think I ever told you this,” you started, with swollen lips and dry mouth. “But you know what one of my favorite things about your body is?”

“I have a pretty good guess.” Namjoon raised his hips, making you feel more of his hardness against your core.  

“Yes, I do love your big cock, but it's not that.” you shook your head, letting go of the tie to trace your lines on Namjoon’s right pec with light fingertips. “It's this.” 

“My birthmark?” he studied your fingers touching the slightly darker spot on his skin.  

“Mhmm. It's one of those things that makes you unique.” you smiled, bringing your nail to circle his nipple to make him shiver. “And not a lot of people know it exists. No one else gets to kiss it.”

He only watched you with a slow, deep breath, as you leaned down to trace his birthmark with your tongue. His skin was a little salty from sweat, heated from the activities and flushed. You kissed the birthmark until it was red and bitten, leaving a mark of your own right next to it. 

“You could say the same about my cock, you know?” 

You laughed, raising your body with both hands on his stomach. Your tits were pushed together as you offered: “If you want me to kiss it too, just ask.”

“How about you suck on it a bit, hm?” 

Namjoon licked his lips again, sitting up properly to push his shirt off his wide shoulders, and bite your bottom lip hard enough to make you moan. He threw the shirt off the side of the bed, laying back against the pillows and spreading his legs in invitation. 

You scooted off of his lap and with every movement, the butt plug moved a little as well, making you gasp and moan. Namjoon was laying there, like a tanned, thick, korean God, not lifting a finger to help you finish undressing him. Your hands were slightly shaky as you reached for the opening of his pants; undoing the button and fly before pulling them down his hips. 

“Shit, I always forget how big you are.” you were mumbling to yourself, but Namjoon still laughed. 

“I don’t think you’ll forget it again for a few days now.” his grin was excited and malicious in the best way, making you shiver with the anticipation of what his words promised. 

“Can’t wait.” 

You were pretending to be a little braver than you actually were, knowing you’d be cursing Namjoon to hell and back for the ache he’d leave on your ass. But for now, you were excited about pleasing him and the orgasm you would most definitely get out of it. 

Before Namjoon could kick his pants off, you had half a mind to take his phone out of the pants pocket to avoid it being flung across the room. 

Your boyfriend knew you to be a brat and a tease, so despite not helping you with his pants, he did lift his hips to get rid of his underwear; and you understood why Jungkook joined BigHit after seeing Namjoon half naked. 

Your lips parted slightly as you just watched him. From his strong thighs that you wanted to ride and make a mess of, to the dip in his waist that opened up into a strong chest and shoulders, bulging biceps, a large neck– not to mention the monster cock standing up between his legs; leaking and pulsating. 

Namjoon let you eat him with your eyes, wrapping a hand around his cock to give it a couple strokes, thumb circling the tip to make himself hiss. You were pressing your thighs together to get any kind of relief for your own arousal, both holes clenching and making you bite down on your bottom lip. 

“Come here, baby girl.” 

Namjoon held his cock by the base, lowered dragon eyes making you feel like prey again. You crawled between his legs, lowering your upper body and pushing your ass up and out. Namjoon was breathing heavily as you parted your lips with your face near his cock, wet tongue slipping out to give the swollen head a lick. 

The tip of your tongue swiped up and down his slit carefully and mindful of his sensitivity, moving up and down to trace every ridge of the cockhead as you looked at the man’s face contorting in pleasure. Your lips wrapped around him and you kept swirling your tongue around it inside your mouth, making more spit collect inside your mouth. 

“Spit.” your daddy ordered. 

You moaned around his cock before pulling off and parting your mouth to let the saliva pool on your tongue before spitting onto the tip of his cock. You held your body by one hand on the bed and the other closed in a fist around the head to spread the slick around. As you squeezed and twisted your wrist, pumping him with long strokes from the base and all the way up, Namjoon held the back of your head. 

His fingers tangled in your hair at the nap of your neck, forcing you to allow him to move and use you however he liked. You took a deep breath through your nose, relaxing your jaw and parting your mouth. Namjoon used his grip on your head and the movements of his hips to guide his cock up and down your tongue, dragging it all the way to the back of your throat. 

“Show me how good you take daddy’s cock.” Namjoon sounded absolutely fucked up, moans around his words as he pushed his cock deeper into your mouth. 

“Mhmm–!” 

You wrapped your lips tight against his shaft, licking his underside and hollowing your cheeks to suck and slurp. Namjoon held your head in place, fucking himself into your mouth in a medium pace that was enough to have you choking and crying. Lonely tears streamed down your cheeks as you felt your lungs burn for air. 

“Look so fucking pretty when I’m fucking your face.” Namjoon moaned as he pulled his cock out of your mouth covered in drool and his own pre-cum. “Gonna look even better when I’m fucking your ass.” 

“Please, daddy.” 

Namjoon might be clumsy most of the time, but not when it came to handling you. He swiftly moved on the bed, making the headboard hit the wall, and stood on his knees. Strong hands hauled you like a doll so you’d kneel in front of him. He held you with one arm around your waist and a hand on your neck so he could kiss the shit out of you. 

The hand on your back moved to your ass, giving your cheek a spank and grabbing it so hard you were whimpering into his mouth. 

“Get on your hands and knees for me, yeah?” he asked you with a kiss against your temple that was much too sweet for the way he was handling you. 

“Yes, daddy.” 

It was the kind of duality that made you crazy; knowing he respected you while he acted like he didn’t. And like a good, obedient girl, you let him move away from you to drop forward again, standing on your hands and knees. 

Namjoon walked around the bed to pick up the bottle of lube from the afternoon, jumping on the bed and making his cock bounce with the movements. It made you giggle, which earned you a new slap against your ass. 

“Be good now.” he warned you, coming to stand behind you. “Face down and keep this perfect ass up.” 

“Anything you want.” 

You lowered your upper body and arched your back to push your ass towards Namjoon. He hummed appreciatively, heavy cock resting against your ass cheek as his hands caressed your thighs and dragged all the way up your back. 

With a little squeeze on your shoulder, he reminded you: “If it hurts, or if you need me to slow down or stop, just tell me, okay?”

“I trust you, Joon.” you assured him, looking over your shoulder. “But I’ll let you know.” 

“Thank you.” he smiled crookedly, fingers hooking on the elastic band of your lacy panties to pull and let it snap against your heated skin. “Now let’s do this–”

“You sound so excited.” your giggle was a little muffled as you rested your cheek on the mattress. 

“You’d be too, if you could see yourself right now.” 

Namjoon pulled your underwear down and you shuffled your knees to help him take it off. Your trained ears picked up on the bottle of lube being opened and you felt the cold squirt straight onto your ass. You winced a little, but Namjoon soothed you by leaning down and kissing the low of your back. 

“I need to take this off of you now, okay?” he warned and you nodded. “Use your words, baby.” 

“Yes, daddy. Just… Slow.” 

“I got you.” 

You braced yourself and pressed your forehead against the mattress, hands bunching up the sheets as you tried to ground yourself. Namjoon started to slowly turn, push and pull on the toy, using the lube to help with the slickness and opening you up further. You were moaning, but you weren’t in pain. If anything, you liked the little ache that came from the pulling out of the toy. 

“Shit, you’re gorgeous.” Namjoon was likely staring at your slightly gaping hole, making you clench and squirm. “How do you feel?” 

“Good.” you whined, parting your knees for more balance. “Empty.” 

“Don’t worry, I’m about to fix that.” 

Both of Namjoon’s hands grabbed your ass cheeks, parting them to open you up even wider. You closed your eyes, expecting to feel the tip of his cock stretching you even more than any toy ever would, but instead you felt his fingers parting your folds, dragging up and down your slit and making your eyes roll and your lips part. 

“So fucking wet for daddy.” he praised, two digits quickly rubbing your clit in fast circles before bringing them upwards to your hole. 

“Shit–” 

You were so wet that his fingers slipped into your pussy, curving downward so right that he found your g-spot as if he had your cunt mapped out. Babbles and curses were spilling from your lips as you felt him all over you; fingers rubbing you deep, hard cock humping the back of your thighs, Namjoon’s other hand kneading your ass. 

“You’re being so loud, baby girl.” the man continued, pumping his fingers in and out of you, making you cry out. “If you keep going like this, Jimin will hear you upstairs.” 

“Oh, fuck–” your delirious mind held that information to heart and ran with it. What if you just– “Call him.” 

“Oh, yeah? Wanna show him what he’s missing?” 

“Mhmm.” 

You’d never say you were hoping Jimin might take his emergency key and join in on the fun, you knew Daddy would manage to tame two brats at once. And you were greedy like that. But even if Jimin didn’t physically join, it excited you to think that he could already hear you from the room above yours. 

Namjoon pulled his fingers out of you, making you complain about how empty you were again. You looked at him over your shoulder, watching as he reached for his phone, flipped it open, and touched the screen.

“Speaker, please.” you asked, wanting to hear whether or not Jimin would pick up the call. 

“So demanding.” he teased, giving your ass a spank for good measure. 

“Hyung, it’s two in the fucking morning, did you seriously just video call to show me your dick?” Jimin’s voice was sleepy and you couldn’t hold back a giggle as you saw the phone was positioned in a way that filmed Namjoon’s erect, sloppy cock. 

“Minieeeee.” you whined, wiggling your ass, but you guessed the camera wasn’t pointed to you. 

“Is that baby–” Jimin caught your voice, even with how small it was. “I knew it was her making all that noise.” 

“Could you hear us?” Namjoon laughed and Jimin must be nodding in the video call. “Baby wanted to show you how good she’s being.” 

“Is that right, doll?” 

Before you could answer, you saw Namjoon clicking on the bottom of his screen, and heard Jimin curse loudly. The man behind you pumped his cock twice before lining himself with your ass. He teased your gaping hole, circling it and smearing his pre-cum and lube all over it. 

“Put it in, hyung.” Jimin whined, watching as Namjoon held the phone to an angle that was letting him see everything. Your breath was caught in your throat as you felt the pressure of Namjoon trying to breach you. “Fuck, she looks so tight.” 

“She is…” Namjoon’s eyes closed for a second, head falling backwards before warning: “Hold on, baby girl, be good.” 

Your hands squeezed the messy and sweaty sheets underneath you and you held your breath when Namjoon pushed his cock into you just enough to spread you wide enough for it to fit. It felt tight and slick, so you were thankful for the amount of lube he was using on you. 

“Ah, yeah–” Namjoon moaned, using his free hand on your hips to steady you. 

“Hyung, fix the angle, I can’t see shit.” Jimin was complaining, which made Namjoon throw his phone back on the bed. “Hey!”

“Excuse me, I’m a little busy right now.” Namjoon spoke, holding both sides of your hips to steady himself as well. “Have a perfect ass to fuck.” 

“Gimme–” 

You reached around yourself to grab the phone and bring it closer. You fiddled with the screen and flipped the camera to face you instead of the white bed. The first thing you noticed was Jimin sitting up against his headboard, a gaming headset over his ears showing you that he was still up despite the late hours. Your boyfriend looked good as always, one of his arms in an awkward angle that showed you just where his other hand was. 

And then you noticed yourself. 

Your eyes were red and your mascara had melted and was staining your face. Your lips were swollen and shiny and your tits looked big and plump from this angle. 

“Look at my little doll.” Jimin greeted you, smiling angelically. “Gonna let me watch hyung fuck you?”

“As soon as he starts to.” you nodded. 

“You’ve been good all night, are you going to start acting like a brat now that you’re talking to Jimin?” Namjoon hissed and hit each of your ass cheeks with a spank. “Wanna show off, is that it?”

“No, daddy.” you shook your head, pushing some hair away from your sweaty face. “Sorry, daddy.” 

“Behave, or I’ll take my phone back.” Namjoon warned both you and Jimin. 

“Babydoll, can you do me a favor too?” Jimin asked and you brought your attention back to him. “Put the phone against a pillow so I can see everything.”

Namjoon still wasn’t moving, but his low chuckle was felt against you as he said: “I see where you get your demands from, baby.”

You didn’t have the brain power to reply, only pushing the phone against the pillow in front of you, messing with it until you could see both yourself and Namjoon in the small screen in the corner; what Jimin was seeing. 

And on the larger screen, you saw Jimin position himself as well; pushing his pajama pants down and freeing his hard cock. You were cursing under your breath as Namjoon started moving again, fucking himself deeper, all the way in. It felt neverending, how long and thick he was, as you’ve never had anything so fat back there before, but you loved every second of it. 

Namjoon had the self control to add more lube before starting a slow pace of fucking you. 

Neither of you would last very long, if your sounds of pleasure and the slap of skin against skin was anything to go by. Not only did you have a handsome man grabbing your ass and fucking it with long rolls of his hips, one of his hands traveling up your spine to tangle in your hair and making you face forward; you also had yet another gorgeous boyfriend watching you get fucked, while fucking his own fist at the visuals of you and one of his brothers. 

“Never thought this would feel so good.” Namjoon was losing himself fast, thrusts a little sloppy but hard enough that your tits were bouncing underneath you and the headboard was hitting the wall behind it. “I don’t even care if my painting falls.” 

“Damn, hyung, how much did you drink tonight?” Jimin asked loud enough to be heard, in a lower tone than you were used to hearing from him. 

“He didn’t drink at all–” you groaned as the tug on your hair got rougher. 

“I’m drunk on you.” Namjoon told you while moving an arm under your body to lift you up and press your back to his stomach. 

You cried out from how much deeper his movements pushed him, you might just feel him in your guts at this point, but it didn’t stop any of you. Namjoon lifted your arms so you’d link your hands behind his neck, bringing both hands to your front to touch all over you; from your bouncing tits, to your stomach, even around your neck to make you gasp for air. 

If you could talk, you’d point out that he was the one showing off right now, as everything he was doing to you was obviously with Jimin in mind, too. Namjoon brought his dominant hand to your middle, giving your pussy a slap before pushing the same two fingers from before and fucking you with them. He repeated the same rhythm he kept with the snaps of his hips, doubling your pleasure. 

“P-please, daddy, can I cum?” you whined in a high pitch that was making Jimin speed up his movements. “So c-close–” 

Namjoon was growling in your ear: “Cum for me, baby girl.” 

And you did exactly that, not missing a single order your daddy aimed your way. His hips were hitting your ass at an angle that was pornographic, his fingers were rubbing all of the right spots within your walls and the heel of his hand was abusing your swollen clit. 

The sounds both men were making resulted in your orgasm to come out of you in wet gushes that might just ruin the sheets. You couldn’t stop yourself from squirting all over Namjoon’s hand, making a real mess of your thighs and splashing on his behind you. 

The force of your climax was so ridiculously high that your whole body collapsed and Namjoon had to hold you to even keep you upright, despite slowing down his movements to make sure you were okay. 

“Don’t stop–” you were shaking and delirious. “”Cum, daddy!” 

“Trust me, I’m gonna.” Namjoon chuckled against your neck, kissing your heated skin and moving your spent body for you to lay on your tummy. “Gonna make a mess of this fucking ass.” 

You already felt like a mess, sweaty, makeup everywhere, drool on your lips, your cum on your legs. Namjoon was just as messy, sticking to your skin with his own sweat, some of it dripping down your back. Looking at the phone you saw when Jimin pumped his cock fast enough for his cum to shoot from the tip, making a whole different mess on his fingers and even his black shirt. 

From the smaller square, the one showing what Jimin was seeing, you watched as Namjoon pulled out from your asshole and released his cum all over your red and spanked ass cheeks. He kept pumping his cock to the point of oversensitivity, only stopping when every last drop left him and was resting on your skin. 

None of you was saying anything, only breathing hard and trying to catch your bearings. Namjoon collapsed next to you, a heavy arm hitting your back and making you oof! on impact. 

“Yo, be careful with her!” Jimin complained, the more sane one between you three. “Do I need to come down there and take care of things?” 

“Don’t even fucking think about that, she’s mine.” Namjoon grumbled and pulled you close to his body, not minding the many bodily fluids you were sharing. 

“Technically, it’s past midnight. So she’s already mine.” Jimin argued, but with more concern than spite. “Will you two be okay?” 

“Yeah, I just need some water and a third round.” you told him with a giggle. 

“Give me an hour.” Namjoon turned to lay on his back, covering his face with his arm. 

“I’m ready to go again and can get there in five minutes–” Jimin’s promise was interrupted as Namjoon yanked the pillow his phone was propped against, making the phone fall and face the ceiling. “Ugh, fine! But I’m still ordering you food.”