Namjin Smut

Eat Me, Not The Cupcake

Written by: orphan_account

Summary:

"You want me?" Seokjin said softly, and though fire was coursing through his body and making him ache horribly he couldn't help but swoon.

"Yes, I don't go around sucking on spoons, feeling up muscles, and pressing my ass against just anybody, you know. Why else do you think I'm constantly in here trying to get your attention and distract you and beg you to do anything but feed me only to have a dessert shoved into my mouth instead of your cock?"

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Wiggling in his spot on top of the counter, Namjoon moaned around the spoon in his mouth dramatically and fluttered his eyes. He was being purposeful in his movements, leaning his body forward towards the alpha in front of him so that he could get a good look down his shirt. It was thin, with a v-line that went straight down to his naval. Not originally mind you, but sometimes an omega has to do what an omega has to do when the alpha they are interested in is as oblivious as the one he's after.

So he tore his own shirt and spent the better part of the night sewing it so that it didn't look as intentional as it was. It actually turned out pretty nice, and Seokjin had complimented him on it. But he has yet to look down it in order to peek at his pecs. Every alpha in the entire kingdom was practically falling all over themselves in order to catch a glimpse of his side boob and yet he's at the point of flashing this one and he doesn't budge.

Sometimes he was too much of a gentleman, and while that sweet nature is what attracted him to the chef in the first place, Namjoon wanted him to bend him over his work station in front of his staff and anyone else who had the misfortune to be around and mount him.

Was that really too much to ask for?

"Is it good?" Seokjin asked and Namjoon almost rolled his eyes. His food was always good, the best in the entire kingdom he might add, and he will forever thank the day that his parents commissioned the alpha to work in the castle's kitchens.

"Your food is always good, alpha." Running his tongue over the side of the spoon, Namjoon held onto Seokjin's wrist so that he couldn't pull it away as he made eye contact with him. There wasn't even a blush on the alpha's face, no reaction at all, actually. He just stared at him as if Namjoon wasn't practically giving head to a spoon in his kitchen in front of him. That indifference weirdly turned him on even more.

"But I think I'm in the mood for something else." A loud snort came from the other side of the kitchen, more than likely coming from Yoongi, who was Seokjin's sous chef, but he ignored him. Despite how oblivious the alpha was, no one else around him was. Not even Namjoon's parents, the King and Queen. Everyone but Seokjin himself seemed to know how bad Namjoon had it for him, except the countless number of suitors that came marching up the castle steps as of late in order to try to get Namjoon to mate them. None of them mattered though, there was only one person he was interested in and that person was right here between his legs looking at him in confusion over what he just said. "Is there anything else that you think you could give me?"

"I think I have just the thing!" Pulling away from him, Seokjin rushed over towards the refrigerator and muffled laughter from the corner sounded in his ears. With the alpha busy inside of the fridge, his upper body completely submerged inside it's cold depths, Namjoon quickly looked towards Yoongi, who was covering his mouth from behind his hands, as well as Jimin (the other sous chef) who had just arrived with groceries in his arms. Both alphas looked at him in amusement, knowing exactly what he was doing and he gave them a look. He was about to mouth at them to 'go away' when Seokjin suddenly turned back around and pulled out a beautifully made cupcake, baby pink with powder blue sprinkles that was large and round. Exactly how Namjoon loved his cupcakes. There was even a small purple heart decorating the top of it and instantly his horny thoughts evaporated as he saw the small concoction.