Seokjin's bed was large, and he lay on one side of it, breathing deeply. You lay awake on the other side, staring up at the ceiling. Not only were you having trouble sleeping in this unfamiliar place for the first time, but you were also feeling...needy. It was a combination of natural urges, being in this house full of attractive men, and the vague edges of your mind that remembered Seokjin calling you baby girl earlier.
Your mind drifted the early hours of morning in the bed with Yoongi, the way his hands had slid over you and the way his lips had been so soft against yours. He was asleep in the other bed now. Everyone in the house was asleep except for you. There was a warmth between your legs and you itched to satisfy yourself. You slipped out of Seokjin's bed and left the room, closing the door carefully behind yourself. You just needed a few minutes of privacy.
You shuffled across the hall into the shared bathroom on that floor, flipping on the lights and closing the door back behind you. You hopped up on the counter and scooted back just a little, opening your phone to pull up some of your old favorite material before turning the volume down and letting your fingers drift between your legs.
You let out the tiniest moan at your own touch, wishing you had recorded the audio of your phone call with Jungkook to pay it back now, your hand dipping beneath the waistband of your shorts, when you heard a floorboard creak. You paused and looked up from your phone, watching the door for a moment, but there was nothing. So you blinked and returned your attention to the video playing, beginning to move your fingers again. Your intention was to be silent, but you knew that some sounds escaped your lips as you continued moving your hand beneath your shorts.
Suddenly the bathroom door opened and you scrambled off the counter, locking your phone and setting it down, tearing your hand out of your shorts, your cheeks on fire as you looked at the man who had come into the bathroom. Namjoon was staring at you in surprise, but his gaze quickly darkened as he took in the scene before him.
"I came to check on you when I heard those little noises, but this is not what I expected," he said, his voice low and melodic as he stepped into the room and closed the door back behind him.
"N-namjoon, I'm sorry-" you began, holding your wet fingers away from your side as you swallowed nervously, looking up at him.
"Don't be sorry baby," he purred.
He glanced down and noticed your hand, smirking as he reached out and gripped your wrist.
"Let me help."
"Wh-what?" You stuttered, your cheeks still red with embarrassment, the bathroom beginning to feel small and hot as his gaze pressed into you.
You resisted for a moment as he raised your hand, lifting it level with his mouth, his eyes not moving from yours. Then he parted his lips and slowly dragged his tongue over your still moist fingers. You felt a rush through your body at the touch of his soft, warm tongue and you watched in awe, his gaze burning into you. When he had finished tasting you he released your wrist and smirked before slipping down onto his knees on the cool tile floor, his hands automatically reaching for your shorts.
"Namjoon - what are you doing?" You hissed, holding onto them and looking down at him with wide eyes.
"Don't worry baby, daddy's gonna take care of you. Let's finish you off and get you back to bed, okay?" He said, hands sliding soothingly up and down your thighs.
Did he just refer to himself as daddy? Your mouth went dry in anticipation, your heart racing in your chest. Daddy. Daddy.
"O-okay," you conceded, looking down at him with wide eyes.
You caught your lower lip between your teeth as he quickly tugged your shorts down, followed by your panties.
"Try not to wake the house up, alright baby?" He asked.
You nodded and he pushed your knees apart slightly so you spread your legs a bit for him. He admired you for only a second, your heart thudding loudly with nerves and excitement and then he leaned in, his tongue and lips meeting your heat all at once, sinking his face in until his nose pressed against your skin, his eyes closed as he buried his face between your thighs.
You threw your head back immediately at the sensation, gripping the edge of the counter you leaned back against as he shoved his tongue inside you, tasting and touching all of you with his mouth. You let out a low groan as he reached deeper with his tongue, gripping your thighs with his big hands, but when the next sound escaped your lips he pulled away, looking up at you darkly.
"Baby if you can't keep quite I'm gonna stuff your panties in your mouth," he growled lowly before leaning back in.
You gasped at his words and the sudden return of his mouth as he began to tongue expertly at your clit, his full lips sliding around you as he worked. You pressed your lips together to muffle your whimpers and he gripped your thigh harder with his left hand before shoving a finger of his right into you below his tongue.
You couldn't stop the gasp that left your mouth then and you slapped a hand over it, closing your eyes and breathing heavily through your nose as you pressed your palm over your lips while Namjoon continued his work. His finger was long and hit all the right spots as he swirled it around inside you, his tongue still tracing quick patterns over your sensitive bud as he went.
You were squirming and having trouble being still and quiet when he suddenly added a second finger, pushing them both to the knuckle and then beginning to pump them quickly, the pressure of his tongue on you increasing. You threw your head back and moaned loudly into your palm as he used his free hand to lift your leg and hook it over his shoulder to get a better angle, leaning you back against the counter and pushing his head closer, never letting up with his tongue.
Your thighs were shaking, your orgasm feeling enormous as it pulled out like a tidal wave, ready to crash at any moment, you dropped a hand to his head but he slapped it away, pinning your wrist against the counter instead and shoving a third finger into you, almost as if as in punishment for touching him. You bucked your hips forward as he roughly finger fucked you, sucking on your clit and tonguing at your puffy lips and then he let go with his mouth just long enough to say one word.
"Come," he commanded before capturing you with his lips again, and almost as if of it's own volition your body obeyed him.
You slapped your other hand over your mouth and squeezed your eyes shut as you shook, clenching around his fingers that didn't stop moving while you came, crashing over the edge as waves of pleasure rocked you. You were shaking and panting when you finally lowered your hands from your face and he stood up, lifting you quickly and placing you back on the counter top before efficiently cleaning both you and his face. He pulled your shorts back up and gathered you from the counter, your eyes closed, exhausted now after the intensity of your orgasm.
"Do you want to go back to Seokjin's bed or come with me?" He asked.
But you were beyond the ability to answer now, and he just chuckled softly and hefted you into his arms, carrying you out of the bathroom.
"With me then, baby. I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," he murmured, heading out of the bathroom and down the hallway.
You were barely aware of your surroundings, only that warm arms enveloped you and you were soon in a soft bed, snuggled against a firm chest. And then Namjoon's lips were pressing softly against your forehead.
"You did so well coming when daddy said, didn't you baby girl?" He whispered to you, his hands lightly stroking your back.
You murmured incoherently, snuggling into him and he chuckled, kissing your head once more and pulling you to him.
"Such a good girl," was the last thing you heard before sleep took you.
