dirty talk ♢ kim namjoon [Completed]

Bonus Chapter: a

"Idol boy group maknae in serious condition after a car-" The tv blared the news as I slumped into the couch, I've been feeling sick and lazy as of late.

Bing!

I checked my cellphone, not surprised to hear from Namjoon at work again.

Babe, I need you right now.

Why what's the matter?

I'm craving your lips around me.

Awe, is a daddy in a boring meeting?

Wouldn't be boring If you were under my desk.

It wouldn't be the first or the last time we dirty talked, it's a bit of a staple on how we started dating. It wasn't hard to forget we were just a couple of twenty-year-olds, always being warned of happenings.

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When Namjoon got home he loosened his tie and walked up behind me while I was doing dishes. I went to turn around but he stopped me, I felt him grab my arms and pin them behind my back.

He turned me around and leaned me against the counter pressing his body onto mine. I looked at him with lustful eyes, his hand traveled under my skirt.

"Take me, Daddy."