LATE NIGHT
WORD COUNT 1.2K
OVERVIEW it's been a long day at the office for namjoon ( little!jimin, fluff-esque w a lil bit of nsfw )
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A SOFT, gentle yawn left namjoon's lips as he walked back into his office with a cup of coffee in his hands. he placed it down on the desk and sat in his office chair, looking over the figures on the screen in front of him. boring, boring things, finances and loans and retirement funds, all things that namjoon had to file and calculate and make sure were organised, all things that kept him at his office till late. and he hated that.
his phone buzzed on the desk, screen lighting up with a text notification. namjoon smiled as he read it.
- baby: when will you be home daddy ? i miss you :(
- joonie: i don't know baby, i'm sorry ❤ i'll ask for someone to cover for me, okay ?
- baby boy: okay daddy ! love you 💕
- joonie: love you too baby
namjoon picked up the telephone on his desk, dialing his receptionist on the floor below. he picked up quickly, a soft voice answering the phone.
"yes, mr. kim?" taehyung asked, with an air that made him sound like a fifties receptionist with red lipstick who filed her nails as she spoke.
"taehyung, can you please ask jackson to do my night shift for me? i have to get home. my boyfriend misses me." namjoon explained tiredly, palming at his face and biting back a yawn.
"mr. wang is free right now, so i'm sure he'll understand. i'll just put you on hold quickly and call him." the call went on hold, the terrible company music playing as namjoon put the phone on speaker, yawning loudly and rubbing at his eyes. he downed the mug of coffee in one go and loosened his tie - a silly one that jimin had bought him, with simple smiley face emojis patterned across the black fabric - leaning back in his chair. when taehyung picked back up, he was ready to fall asleep there and then.
"jackson can cover for you, mr. kim, sir." the boy said, tiredness obvious in his voice. most of the employees worked from nine a.m. to ten at night, a long day, and they all ended up tired. namjoon grinned at taehyung's words.
"thank you so much, tae. i'll see you tomorrow."
"goodnight mr. kim. say hello to jimin for me." taehyung hung up, and namjoon grabbed his phone from the desk, took his umbrella from the stand by the door of his office, and stepped into the elevator. he went down three floors, and stepped out into the rainy and cold daegu night, umbrella up as he walked.
i'll get a taxi, namjoon decided, waiting by the side of the road, i'll get home quicker.
one stopped soon enough, and he got in gratefully, telling the driver his address and turning on his phone to text jimin.
- joonie: on my way home now, angel. i should be back in five 💕
- baby boy: yay !! jiminie can show daddy what he made for him !!
- joonie: that's lovely sweetheart :) have you eaten yet, baby?
- baby boy: ...no
- baby boy: wanted to wait for daddy
- joonie: it's fine baby bear
- joonie: what do you want daddy to make for dinner?
- baby boy: can we get chinese takeout daddy ??
- baby boy: i know it's unhealthy but daddy's been working and i want daddy to rest !
- joonie: anything for you, prince
- joonie: i gotta go baby. love you 💕
the taxi pulled up outside of the apartment block where namjoon and jimin lived, and namjoon paid the driver, stepping out with his umbrella held above him. if he looked up and squinted, he could just make out jimin looking out of the window of their third-floor apartment, and a smile grew on his face as he walked into the building, heading straight for the elevator.
jimin was hugging him from the moment he walked in the door, despite the fact that namjoon was slightly wet. the little didn't care, his arms hooked around namjoon's neck and his sweet little lips peppering kisses on his cheeks.
"hey baby boy," namjoon grinned, wrapping his hands around jimin's waist and melting into the embrace. "everything okay?"
"it is now daddy's home!" jimin said adorably, namjoon placing a gentle kiss to the top of his head.
"let daddy get changed out of his work clothes, angel, and then we can order some food, okay?"
jimin smiled. "okay!"
namjoon kissed him quickly and let him go, heading to their shared room with jimin at his heels. he sighed in content as he pulled off his belt and unbuttoned his shirt, changing his jeans into sweatpants and pulling on one of his oversized t-shirts. jimin sat on the bed, swinging his legs and humming. when namjoon was done with getting dressed, he turned around and bent down to kiss jimin, the blonde smiling happily into the kiss.
namjoon hooked his hands under jimin's thighs, pressing their foreheads together and smiling as he picked jimin up. the little squealed and linked his hands around namjoon's neck, namjoon loving how soft and full jimin's tanned thighs were. he walked them to the sofa in the lounge, sitting down with jimin straddling his lap, looking angelic with his blonde hair, wearing one of namjoon's oversized hoodies.
jimin's thighs were on either side of namjoon's lap, and he wore lacy thigh high socks, in a soft grey colour. namjoon ran his hands over them, peppering kisses to jimin's collarbone.
"so pretty for daddy," he murmured, his hands running over jimin's thighs and up to his butt. he felt more lace under his fingertips, smirking into jimin's skin. "did you dress up for me, prince?"
jimin nodded. "daddy said he'd been really stressed, so jiminie thought he could help." he said quietly, his voice that of an angel's.
"just having you here helps." namjoon admitted, tilting jimin's chin down with his hand and kissing him deeply. jimin responded immediately, gasping as namjoon bit on his plump bottom lip and slipped his tongue into the younger's mouth. kissing namjoon was a rollercoaster ride for jimin; it left him breathless and wanting more. and seeing as namjoon had been so caught up in work lately, he had decided to dress up and plan a night of making his daddy feel good. and there was nothing that made namjoon feel better than fucking jimin.
jimin used his position to his advantage as they kissed, grinding down slowly. namjoon pulled away, biting on jimin's bottom lip and smirking, his hands resting on jimin's plump ass, kneading the flesh between his fingers.
"baby, didn't you want dinner?" he teased, nipping at the flesh on jimin's neck and making the younger gasp lightly.
"j-just want you, daddy." jimin managed to get out. namjoon smirked devilishly, bucking his hips up ever so slightly.
"really, baby boy?" he asked in his sinfully deep voice. jimin nodded. "what would you let daddy do to you?"
jimin groaned as namjoon continued leaving hickies on his neck, his hands trailing around jimin's body. "a-anything... want daddy to f-fuck me hard— t-till it hurts. want you to do anything you want to me."
namjoon's mind was buzzing with ideas, his cock slowly hardening as he thought about what he could do to jimin.
"well, baby boy. shall we take this to the bedroom?"
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