Your dad has always been on the fence about your efforts.
Regardless of how hard you try, the work you put in is never enough for him. You've put aside everything in your life to work toward one thing, which is taking over his law firm.
Until he ca...
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"Big ass baby." You chuckled while pressing on the gas. He wobbled a little and you eyed him.
"Stop looking at me like that, y/n."
"I can't help it. I want to laugh so bad."
You'd never seen him so pale in your life. Despite his now ghostly tone, his cheeks were alarmingly red. "Do you want me to pull over?"
"Why would you do that?" He said with rigid breaths. He was fighting back many gags that you were unaware of.
"Because you don't look good, babe."
Although he was feeling car sick, he smiled gently at the nickname.
"I'm okay."
"Please don't throw up. We can't have sex if you're drunk." He laughed as this escaped your lips, wrapping a palm around your thigh. Your eyes widened in panic.
"Namjoon! What are you doing?"
He seemed to have taken the tease to heart.
"Shhhhhh."
His grip tightened as you turned a corner, his fingernails practically digging into you.
"You should pull over." He said with hazy eyes, now taking up the offer. Although he seemed tired, he didn't remove his hand.
"We're almost at my place, do you have to throw up?"
He shook his head no.
"I just realllyyyyyy wanna eat you out."
"Holy shit, you're never mixing shots with anything else again." You said while prying his hand off of you. "Two minutes away."
"Even your lips make me horny. It's so bizarre—"
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Using one hand to flip your hair to the side, you crossed your legs while scrolling through your phone. Namjoon has been passed out beside you in your bed for hours.
This gave you enough time to shower, change into pajamas, clean up your kitchen a bit, and go on Instagram.
You see, from the beginning of your tiny celebratory hibachi date, you knew it wasn't wise to have margaritas and shots, so you took one shot, and drank half of the margarita.
Namjoon on the other hand, decided to finish the other half for you, along with a couple shots. Sure his tolerance was impressive, but he did go a bit overboard.
Way back when he joined the firm, you wouldn't even imagine him being this comfortable around you. You could let alone imagine him drinking anything other than high end champagne by a fireplace while he invested in the stock market.
Yet you tucked him in as he whined about not being able to give you kisses.
Finally, for the first time in hours, you felt movement beside you so you shut off your phone and turned to him.
He slowly blinked awake.
"Yay. He's not dead." You said sarcastically, crawling over to him and straddling his waist. He groaned and pushed back his hair with one hand, the other leading to your waist.
"What time is it?"
"10:30 pm." You sighed. "You've been out for like, 4 hours."
"Jesus."
It took him a while to completely register you. The sight of you so relaxed reminded him of a breath of fresh air.
"You look pretty."
The suddenness of his compliment made your stomach flutter, yet you like always, sarcastically responded.
"I know...I did all this for nothing. You sleep like an ogre after you drink."
He laughed, his dimples making an appearance.
"You're not gunna kiss me?" He questioned softly.
"Only if you're going to get comfortable and spend the night with me." You redirected his hand onto your ass. He grinned.
"You already know what the answer is." You leaned over and placed your lips on his, your hair dangling over his collarbones.
He kissed you back devotedly, your bottom lip trapped in between the both of his.
"We did it." He mentioned breathlessly onto your mouth. "Together."
"He still hasn't made it official..."
"I don't give a shit. We did it."
You wanted to agree again, but something else tormented your mind.
You shifted while sighing and he eyed you.
"What's wrong?"
"...I was wondering," you tilted your head. "If that offer was still up for grabs?"
Both of his brows sunk in confusion. "What offer?"
You awkwardly smiled.
"The one where you kinda...asked to...eat me out?"
He laughed once more, this time harder, and slipped out of bed. "Definitely. After I shower."
You rolled your eyes, crossing your hands over your chest. "You're way less desperate to do it now."
"Desperate?" He said with a raised brow.
As you fell silent, he spoke once more making you almost choke on thin air.
"Desperate isn't even the word to describe how badly I want to taste your cunt on my tongue again."
You swallowed.
"After the shower is fine."
"I figured." He ended with a smile, walking toward your bathroom.
