>> THE FATHER, THE SON, AND THE HOLY WHORE : DILF!NAMJOON
✦ SUMMARY you were supposed to be sleeping over at your boyfriend's house, but when you get up in the middle of the night for a glass of water, you find yourself in arms that are much bigger.
✦ PAIRING married dilf!namjoon × younger!reader
✦ WARNINGS 18+, infidelity, toxic relationships, age gap, unprotected penetrative sex, spanking, daddy kink
You wanted to say you loved your boyfriend, you really did. You tried hard to look past his irritating habits; the way he would slurp when he ate, the constant phone addiction, the lack of attention he gave you. The way he screamed into his gamer headsets for hours with his friends, but when you tried to wrap your arms around him and offer sex for his attention, he'd push you away with a "not now," only agreeing if it was a blowjob, and he could continue playing.
Tonight, you were spending the night at his place. That is to say his parent's place. Even though he was loaded, and probably one of the only freshmen in college that could afford their own place, he was too lazy to get his ass up and actually go out and get something. The spoiled brat had everything in life handed to him, pampered and doted on into incompetence, courtesy of his mother. What need did he have to leave the giant family home when he had every single one of his needs met there?
"Gaeul," you prompted, nudging your lump of a boyfriend, earning only a grunt in response.
"What's the problem. I'm asleep," he mumbled, tugging the covers further over him and turning away, as if to cue a do-not-disturb sign.
"I'm thirsty," you whispered, nudging him again. "Can't you get me something to drink?"
"Just go down to the kitchen. You know how to work the water cooler."
You scoffed at how useless he was. Lying there, like a lump. Already snoring away. You crept out of the bed slowly, cold sensation of the floor touching your feet making you shiver as you hopped out.
You slowly downstairs, careful not to make any noise, extra cautious on the stairs. In your own home, you'd probably have had to watch out for a creaky floorboard here and there. That wasn't the case at the Kims, you quickly realized. Everything up to pristine shape. You attributed to the attentiveness of the patriarch of the house, Mr. Kim Namjoon.
Despite your boyfriend's beliefs, his house was not at all easy to navigate, and you had been here only a handful of times. Which led you to fumble around until you were stood right in front of the only light on in the house.
"Yn? What are you doing up?" Kim Namjoon took off his reading glasses, shuffling papers around on his desk.
"I—," you stutter, drawing a blank after seeing him look at you like that. More than your boyfriend, his father always amazed you. Not at all arrogant or spoiled, like his wife or son. He was raised humbly, and pulled himself up by his bootstraps. Wasn't born with a silver spoon in his mouth and an automatic gold path everywhere he walked. He was a self-made businessman, one of the richest. And he did it all on his own. You couldn't help but compare his son to his father, think about how far the apple had fallen from the tree.
Not to mention how sinfully hot he was. You still remember the first time you were introduced to him, once his mousy wife had moved out of the way. Big hand outstretched and a soft grin on his face as he welcomed you into their home. Glasses perched on his face making him look his age. But you could still make out a ripple of muscles underneath his prim business suit, muscles straining the fabric, threads barely holding it together. You were barely holding it together at the sight of him every time you saw him again, stumbling over your words and avoiding his piercing gaze.
But you saw the way he looked at you. You felt the tension, the magnetic pull to him. The secret glances he would steal when he thought no one noticed. He was a man after all, and he appreciated a nice ass no matter what. Even if you happened to be his son's girlfriend.
"Just getting water, Mr. Kim. Sorry to interrupt," you squeaked, jumping up to back out of the room.
"Just a minute, yn—," he flashed you that beautiful smile.
And next thing you knew, you were bent over his desk as he rammed his cock into your pussy ruthlessly. He never did anything just halfway, you could feel that notion in your guts. This is it, exactly what you wanted.
"Bending over for daddy," he cooed, landing a harsh slap to your ass, "Making daddy feel so good with this tight pussy. Such a sweet girl."
All you could do was whimper and slobber all over his desk, crying out when he pushed you down further. "Shh," he slapped his palm over your mouth, "You don't want Gaeul hearing you fuck his old man, do you?"
"Please," your voice was muffled as you pushed back onto him desperately, trying to stimulate your orgasm. "Please, Mr. Kim. I haven't cum in so long."
His hand wrapped around your body, finding the sensitive bud with his large hand. You never knew someone so externally gentle could have such rough hands. "Little prick not takin' care of you right?" He tilted your head to look at him, his heart softening with the pouty eyes you gave him as you pitifully shook your head no.
"Don't worry," the desk was starting to shake from the impact of his pace, tears welling as he bounced you on his cock. "Daddy's gotcha."
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