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Namjoon

Namjoon –England and  The Parents 

"So remember, never refuse the offer of tea. No matter what time it is, just drink it. It's a politeness thing," you explained to your boyfriend Namjoon.

"But what if I don't want it? A man can only take so much tea before nature calls," Namjoon retorted, a smile playing at his lips. You sighed in exasperation and looked out the window of the plane you were on, headed to England. 

This was the first time you were introducing Namjoon to your parents and you were beyond nervous. Namjoon was an outstanding boyfriend, full of charm, wit, and passion, but you weren't sure how your high-brow English parents would react.

As you stepped out of the taxi and walked up to your parent's stately manor, you admired how polished and handsome Namjoon looked. The jeans and grey hoodie were replaced by a crisp white button-down and navy suit; however, he still looked like the Namjoon you knew and loved.

You knocked on the wooden doorgate and waited, the perfectly manicured lawn and antique decor framing you and Namjoon as a portrait of English romance.

"Ahh~ Hello dear! I've missed you so very much. And this must be The one and only, Kim Namjoon, it's a pleasure to meet you," your mother said. "How are you two?" your father asked, a polite smile on his face.

"It's so great to meet you. I'm totally good, thanks," Namjoon replied with a wide smile on his face. You glared at him, silently chiding him for his casual tone. If he was going to get along with your parents and upper class English society, there was no way that would slide.

Namjoon's grin faded as he noticed your look, "I-I mean I'm very well, thank you for asking. It's such an honor to finally meet the parents of my wonderful girlfriend. You have a lovely estate," he rambled, trying to make up for his lack of manners earlier.

"Come inside and join us for dinner at 7. We will have a couple of guests over from the country club and a few other people we met at the recent charity gala," your mother said, forcing an insincere smile towards Namjoon. 

As she turned around, you could almost hear the disapproving thoughts running through her mind. This was going to be a long weekend.

"Y/N I don't know if I can do this," Namjoon explained as he freshened up before dinner. "I love you, but your family is driving me crazy. 

On the bright side, this manor is so big we could fuck in every room before the weekend is over," he sighed.

"Just one dinner is all I'm asking from you. One more night of ass-kissing and if you pass the test, I'll give you a special reward," you teasingly said as you pulled him close to you by his tie and kissed him. You would never get bored of kissing him. Kissing Namjoon was comforting, warm, and gentle. "You feel like home, Namjoon," you breathed as your lips parted.

His body turned rigid and he pushed you away lightly. "I don't want to be homely, I want to be sexy. I want you to feel like you're on fire whenever you're with me," he said running a hand through his hair. You laughed at his hurt ego and hit his arm lightly.

 "Ok then, Namjoon, you do you," you said.

"Ugh, Y/N your family is turning me into a prude. I'll prove I can still have that excitement and have a stick up my ass like the rest of your family," he retorted as you rolled your eyes at his empty challenge.

Dinner was served. Boiled eggs that were served cold, Yorkshire pudding, poached salmon, warm walnut-arugula salad, and mulled wine. You stifled your laughter as Namjoon tried to eat everything on his plate, no matter how bland it was, to please your parents. The conversation turned to royal policies and your eyes glazed over at the uninteresting company.

Suddenly, you felt a large hand on your thigh, slowly raising your dress up to expose your thigh. You shot Namjoon a warning look, but he completely ignored your silent protests. 

He continued to participate in the political conversation beside you, nonchalantly rubbing circles into your inner thigh. You took a deep breath and chugged your wine, choking on it as his finger traced light figure eights into your clothed core. You stared firmly at the table, afraid to meet anyone's eyes and reveal what was going on under the table.

The conversation turned to you and Namjoon, the guests asking you how you met. 

"It's not your classic romantic story, but Y/N and I met at a traffic light," Namjoon said animatedly as he slipped his fingers past your panties and stroked your wet slit. You plastered a painful smile on your face as you looked to Namjoon, willing him to tell the story to spare you having to talk while being fingered. 

"So I was stopped at a red light and Y/N here was chasing her dog across the street. I forget what she was wearing, I think a t-shirt and shorts and flip-flops?" He said, quirking a smile in your direction. 

Your cheeks flushed as he brought up this embarrassing encounter and urged you to continue the story. You tried to clench your thighs together but Namjoon forced them apart, rubbing circles over your clit.

"W-well, I was just taking my dog for a walk, but she started running away. When she headed towards the street, I probably looked like a mad woman trying to save her. Thankfully, Namjoon saw and jumped out of his car to get my dog. It was only fair I treat him to coffee after he ran across an intersection for that. The rest was h-history," you rushed to explain as Namjoon dove a finger into your wet folds during the story.

"How adorable. That was quite chivalrous of you Namjoon," your mother gushed. Namjoon flashed a smile and thanked her politely. 

"Y/N, do not let a guy like this slip out of your hands!" the guests joked, "He is such an upstanding gentleman."

Little did they know, this 'upstanding gentleman' was now shoving two fingers into your tight, wet hole. You gasped at the sudden fullness, dropping your fork with a loud clatter. 

"Y/N, are you alright? You seem a tad flushed," your father inquired. 

"Oh, I'm perfectly fine. Must be all the wine, silly me," you choked as your breathing grew faster. 

You were close and Namjoon knew. You could see his smirk from the corner of your eye. You would plan your revenge later, but for now all you could focus on was the pleasure. You bit your lip and clenched your fists as he pounded into you with three long fingers. He leaned into you and whispered, 

"You like that baby? Secretly being a little slut all stuffed with my fingers right in front of your parents?" You felt his words in the pit of your stomach and gazed into his eyes as you came undone, a soft moan leaving your lips. 

Namjoon continued his ministrations as you rode out your orgasm, lifting the glass of wine to his lips at the same time. You collapsed in your chair, panting with crimson cheeks. Namjoon lifted his slick fingers into his mouth, savoring your taste. 

Your lips parted in shock at this and you cleared your throat, announcing your plans to leave. You were much too hot and bothered to stay at this dinner.

"Mother, father, it was so delightful to see you again but I think Namjoon and I will call it a night. We are exhausted after the long flight," you said hurriedly as you got up and pushed your chair in. You could practically hear Namjoon's gloating laughter as he got up to say goodbye to your parents and the other guests.

"I really enjoyed your company today, thank you for the scrumptious dinner," Namjoon said as he drew out the word scrumptious gave you a fleeting stare.

"It was such a pleasure having you dear, I really do think you'll fit in quit charmingly into our little English family," your mother said to Namjoon.

Namjoon grinned as you both left the dinner. He grabbed your head for a quick kiss and held your hand as you returned to your room. "You know Y/N, I think I could get used to this kind of life," he said with a smirk before closing the door and pushing you onto the bed.

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AN: 

:) my bias

Saranghae Namjoon