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The code on the door beeped though Namjoon paid it no mind. All the members had the code to his studio, it wasn’t uncommon for someone to come seek his attention if they knew he was in there.
“Oppa -”
Now that did grab his attention. He was still turned to his computer but he perked up, extending a hand out to Jimin in acknowledgement. The younger’s voice was soft, though Namjoon could hear the desperation in it.
He turned his chair enough so she could climb into his lap. Sometimes when Jimin got needy she liked to just sit on Namjoon’s cock while he worked, content to just be present and filled. Though today she seemed to have other ideas.
“Oppa,” Jimin whined, curling into his neck where she pressed kisses with her soft, soft lips. Namjoon knew what she needed when she got all soft and pliant like this. He loved it, loved taking care of his Mini.
“I’ve got you baby, I’m almost done here.” Namjoon ran a large comforting hand down Mini’s spine while he saved the changes he made to the file on his computer. Mini snuggled in further, though started to grind her ass against Namjoon’s thigh. Namjoon chuckled. “Always so impatient. So needy. That needy for oppa’s cock?” his voice dropped an octave in his teasing.
“Always - always needy for oppa,” Mini gasped as she found a rhythm, small fists gripping Namjoon’s shirt. Mini loved their size difference. Don’t get her wrong, she was a feisty one, a brat even, but when she was like this - just a needy, clingy, whiny mess aching for cock - the fact that Namjoon dwarfed her and could manhandle her however she pleased made her head spin.
Satisfied with his work for the moment Namjoon wheeled his chair back but didn’t move to stop Mini’s humping. One hand went to grip her hip and begin guiding her movements while the other wrapped tightly in her hair, pulling her in for a kiss. It was messy and wet, downright lewd, really. Mini slumped against Namjoon’s chest as she fell deeper into her headspace and Namjoon eagerly swallowed her groans. As the kiss slowed he took to nibbling and suckling on his baby’s lips, licking up all the saliva that had begun pooling at the corners of her mouth.
“What does my baby girl want, hmm?” Namjoon looked into Mini’s hooded eyes while he rubbed his thumb along her cheek. Mini was always pretty, but when she looked like this - all done up for work but with her lipstick kissed off and styled hair all mussed, already looking half-fucked out - Namjoon was rock hard in his pants.
“Want you to fuck me.”
Namjoon nuzzled their noses. “Want me to fuck you where?”
“Want you to fuck my pussy. Please, please daddy.”
And who was Namjoon to deny such a pretty request?
He kissed her nose. “Undress and lie on the couch for me, baby.”
The rustling of clothes could be heard behind his back as he grabbed the bottle of edible lube he kept in his desk drawer for occasions such as this. When he turned around he didn’t bother disguising his moan at the sight of Mini all splayed out on his couch, naked except for the powder blue lace bralette and thong, looking so soft against her skin. Mini’s eyes twinkled. She knew how much Namjoon loved her in lace.
“Mm,” he hummed, wasting no time in coming to run a hand up Mini’s ribs, fingertips teasing the edge of the lingerie. “Is this for me, precious?”
“Just for you, daddy,” Mini bit her lip and raised her eyebrow. Even when she was feeling soft she was such a little minx.
“You spoil me. Now let daddy spoil you, yea?”
Namjoon stripped his shirt off, relishing the way Mini’s hands immediately took to his skin. He responded in kind, adorning her body with kisses and running his hands over every inch of available skin. Namjoon nibbled teasingly at her throat, making his way down to her collarbone and over her chest. Hooking a finger in the bralette he pulled it down and wrapped his lips around a nipple, cock twitching in his pants at Mini’s gasp. Alternating between licking and sucking, his hands rubbing circles into Mini’s thighs, he basked in the music of her moans. There were few things he loved more than slowly working Mini into a panting, needy mess.
He left the bra on, though gave the other nipple the same treatment before continuing his descent. He nibbled on her ribs, on her hip bones, sucking purple marks here and there, knowing she would admire them later.
He gently peeled away the thong and spread Mini’s thighs, leaving her spread open to his gaze. Her cock was hard against her stomach. Namjoon took care not to touch it, knowing it could bother her on these days.
Namjoon held himself back from immediately diving in where he wanted to be. For now he was content to take his time, eye his Mini all spread out before him like a delicious meal. It made Mini squirm when he looked at her like this, just gazing at her hole; made her ache, hot all over.
“Daddyy,” her voice was shaky, hips wiggling enticingly.
Namjoon’s hands gripped her thighs more securely, eyebrow raising as he smirked. “What is it baby?”
“Need you, please.”
“What do you need?”
Mini covered her face with her hands. She wasn’t shy, but it still made her shiver pleasantly when Namjoon demanded details. “Need you to touch me, to make me messy. Wanna be messy for daddy.”
Namjoon hummed in approval and immediately bent down, no longer teasing, sucking pretty marks into Mini’s thighs, holding them open further the more she squirmed. “Stop moving baby and daddy will give you what you want.” His voice was a low rumble, roughened with desire. Mini obediently stilled and Namjoon squirted the lube directly over her hole, knowing how wet Mini liked to feel.
He knelt between her thighs. He liked how thick his baby girl was, so much thigh and ass to play with, to mark up, to hold on to. He could happily spend his life between her thighs, and damn if he wouldn’t. And then he was pressing his face in. Some days he liked to tease her, trace his tongue along the outer edges until she was near tears. But today they were both eager and Namjoon pushed his tongue in as far as it would go. Mini’s back arched as Namjoon began eating her out, licking and suckling like a man on a mission. One strong arm held her hips down and Mini’s hand gripped vice-like onto his bicep while the other scraped uselessly against the back of the couch. Nobody ate her out like Namjoon, or made her feel so small and taken care of.
Namjoon’s fingers had joined his tongue with ease, his saliva mixing with the lube to help him slide in smoothly. He started with two, scissoring them and working her hole open before he added a third and began pumping them in and out. The squelching was obscene, barely drowned out by Mini’s expletives and garbled mumbles of pleasure. She was a loud lover, never bothered to cover her mouth or silence her moans. When Namjoon sensed she was nearing her peak he licked one stripe up her perineum before withdrawing his face and fingers completely.
She practically screamed in frustration from the edging, grip on his bicep trying to pull him back down to her. Namjoon chuckled and crawled up her body, caging her in before catching her mouth in a kiss that was more tongue than anything. Namjoon spoke low in between kisses: “Mm such pretty moans. Such a pretty pussy. So pretty and pink and perfect. I’ll make you cum, don’t worry. Want you to cum on daddy’s cock.”
He pulled back just enough to kick his pants off and lube up his cock. Mini whined and spread her legs even wider. Namjoon was huge and it was always a tight fit, but Mini was an overachiever who loved the ache.
“Want it like this baby? Want to be my little pillow princess today, huh? Want daddy to fuck you so good into this couch you can’t walk after, leave you with my cum dripping out of your tight little cunt?” Fuck he couldn’t get in her fast enough, Namjoon’s words had her literally drooling. “Look at you, such a mess for daddy. My messy girl.”
Namjoon lined himself up and slid himself in with one go, immediately setting a grueling pace. His large hands on Mini’s hips were the only thing keeping her grounded, albeit barely. The force of his hips against her ass threatened to send her off the other end of the couch and her mind was empty except for the thrum of Namjoon pounding through her. A chant, a prayer of his name tumbling from her spit-slicked lips over and over again. And her cunt was so full, so full of Namjoon. She loved being full, no feeling was as satisfying as being stuffed to the brim with her oppa’s huge cock.
Namjoon paused, slung one of her legs over his shoulder and lifted her hips, angling just right to hit her sweet spot.
“Ah, daddy!” Mini screamed, arms reaching with nothing to hold onto. “Please, please please -”
“Please what, baby?” The words were a whisper, a grunt, as Namjoon wasn’t faring much better. He was dripping with sweat, eyes flashing gold as he fucked into his favorite pussy.
“Wanna - wanna cum.” Tears were leaking from the corners of her eyes now as the pleasure rippled through her body. She loved being edged, loved being pushed to her limit, but now she just really, really needed to cum.
“Yea? Want me to play with your clit -” he lightly flicked his fingertip against the head of her dick, eliciting a whimper, “or want to cum untouched?”
“Un-untouched. Please, please.”
“Anything you want, baby.” Shifting slightly, Namjoon snapped his hips forward with renewed vigor, the sound of sweaty skin slapping together mixed with their moans the most perfect chorus to Namjoon’s ears. He should have been recording them, Mini always sounded so perfect.
“Op-Oppa!” Mini thought she blacked out for a second as she came all over herself, though she didn’t have time to rest. Namjoon knew she could handle - and often enjoyed - the overstimulation, so he leaned forward to wrap his arms around her back, folding her in half as he chased his own release. Mini enjoyed the closeness, enjoyed having her oppa use her body for his pleasure. She moaned again at the feeling of Namjoon spilling inside of her. Full, so full. Full of her oppa’s cum.
They stayed together like that - Namjoon’s arms holding Mini close, Mini wrapping her legs and arms around Namjoon to hug him to her, neither one caring about the mess between them. Namjoon recovered first, pressing light feathery kisses along Mini’s neck up to her lips.
“You ok, sweetheart?”
She nodded and responded raspily, “Perfect, oppa. Thank you.”
Namjoon gave her a dimpled smile and kissed her nose. “Anything for you, love. Let’s get you cleaned up, ok?” He chuckled at her displeased grumble and began to pull out. Mini whimpered at the feeling, suddenly wishing she’d thought to bring a plug. Next time.
Namjoon cleaned them up gently, grumbling once more in appreciation as he slid her lacy thong back up her legs. “You can nap here, if you like.”
“Mm, can I snuggle you?”
“Of course, sweetheart.”
She beamed sleepily, satisfied, as she crawled into Namjoon’s arms like a koala. Namjoon settled back into his work chair, feeling warm and satisfied himself with having his Mini tucked against his chest, nuzzling into him as she drifted into a light sleep. He lightly brushed the pad of his thumb over her lips, her cheek, and pressed a kiss into her hair. “So pretty. My pretty Mini.”