DILF. | KNJ

33 : Teasing.

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"Satisfied ?"

"Very much."

Dayanah chuckled, nuzzling her face in the crook of Namjoon's neck.

After a couple of days, her apartment was fully ready and being someone who hates dragging things out, she was already done unpacking, few boxes left because she didn't know where to place those things.

She was peppering few kisses on his skin, sleepiness getting to her.

"M'tired.." She mumbled, his fingers tangled in her hair, giving her one of her beloved scalp massages.

"Then sleep." He answered, eyes glued on the TV.

There was a small silence until she spoke again, hugging him tighter.

"So.. I've been thinking about things lately and.. Maybe we can get back as a couple."

After their trip to Cancun and the time they spent together, Dayanah couldn't stop thinking about what she should do.

They got to know each other better, talked things out a lot.

At worst, she still had the possibility to break up with him and not look a back.

She really wouldn't this time.

"If it's a joke it's not funny.." He answered, not believing it.

"I'm serious Joon, I accept you back."

"Serious ?" He asked for confirmation.

"Namjoon.." She groaned.

"Yes baby ?"

She chuckled against his skin, nuzzling more against him.

"Finally, I got my fat ass having baby back.." He sighed, marking his sentence by a slap on her ass that made her let out a small groan.

She didn't know what happened that made that man realize she had an ass, but now he wouldn't stop touching it.

At this rate she ignored it, starting to get used to it.

"Don't get comfortable, if you fuck it up you're out, and I don't care about trips or apologies.. Stop rubbing my ass Joon I'm talking to you."

"I'm listening, it's just therapeutic." He answered.

"You know I had an ass all along right ?"

"Yeah but I've never seen you twerk before.. Now I did, so sleep while I show appreciation."

Truth is, none of his previous partners were much curvy.

So of course, like a child discovering something new, he was obsessed.

She didn't comment on it more, slowly closing her eyes in his embrace.

Namjoon didn't know what it was about her that made him want to hug her to death and at the same time fuck the shit out of her every time he saw her, but he was intoxicated.

He couldn't see her face since it was the crook of his neck, but he could feel her breath on his skin as per usual, he wasn't wearing a shirt.

Though she felt asleep, his hands remained in the same places, one massaging her scalp and the other caressing her butt, eyes glued on the TV.

He looked around him a second, realizing what he had done and how far gone he was.

He bought that girl a whole penthouse that he furnished, wardrobe and car, without talking about the credit card he gave her and the trip.