Pairing: Literal daddy!Namjoon x Female Reader, Jeon Jungkook and Reader are Best Friends!

Summary: A sweet looking guy with them beautiful dimples showing whenever he smiles, passes by your small coffee shop one fine day with his little daughter.

And since that day, you're whipped. Despite him being married. You want him, that's all you know. That's all your heart knows.

Genre: Smut, basic porn without plot, coffee shops/café AU

Rating: Needless to speak, explicit!

Warnings: Smut, coffee shop, o/c touches herself, shameless sexual attraction and fantasy (?), daddy kink (ho ho ho), semi-public sex, oral sex (f), squirting, swallowing cum, mentions of divorce, confectionery, o/c thinks a bit too much, skimpy clothing, nothing much really I swear!

spoiler alert: the reader and Jeon Jungkook are best friends TT

Word Count: 2.5k+

a/n: The beige moodboard might be messy/immature but hey, Namjoon in a literal daddy role gives me warm vibes...✨

To be honest, I suck at designing stuff. I bunked every Art class in high school (and yeah, that's a flex -_-)

You saw him everyday.

On his way to his sweet little daughter's playschool, him holding hands with her tight and secure, as they together passed by your coffee shop.

And to you, nothing seemed more wondrous, fascinating than the man's beauty, raven-eyed glee poised on his face as he answered his little one's questions that were childishly inquisitive and occasionally humorous in their absurdity.

"Papa, what's that?" A shrill cry cut through the air, grabbing your attention and coercing you to peek outside the glass doors.

He paused for a while, and your eyes met. You immediately averted his gaze, biting onto your lip so hard you drew blood, too shy and already melting in the wake of his chocolatey irises.

He was definitely saying something to his kid. Explaining something you could have got the gist of because the glass doors and windows were see-through and not soundproofed. But instead you let the warm baritone of his seductive voice wash over your senses, and you had lost yourself completely in reading those thick, kissable lips of his that seemed so inviting...

A strong hand shook your shoulders gently, thus shaking you out of the trance-like state that you had gotten engulfed in.

...that you hadn't even noticed that the man of your dreams and his daughter had already pushed past the double doors and were now standing in front of you. Your heart jumped to your mouth as you tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear and willed yourself to lock eyes with his.

"Excuse me, how much are these nougats worth?" He asked, a thick digit pointing in the direction of the confections counter, where you kept your handmade nougats.

"They are worth...I...wait...ummm...twenty dollars. They are caramel...caramel nougats ." You stuttered helplessly, definitely not on purpose, but feeling hypnotized by the magic of his unmoving orbs.

He nodded quickly and rummaged through the contents of his tan leather wallet. "Here..." he produced two tens and gave them to you as your hands brushed past his for the slightest of moments. The infantile softness of his vascular hands left you in a fascinated amazement.

You remembered you had to draw up the check as well.

"What is your name, sir?" You spoke clearly this time and prided yourself on the achievement.

"Namjoon. Kim Namjoon." He replied, eyes still unmoving, face stoic as ever. But you had this lingering feeling that no matter how much he played it cool, he was studying your every move.

You typed his name out, elated, now that you knew something about him. He always seemed to have this mysterious aura about him, and to think of getting his personality unraveled step by step got you all worked up.

"Thank you for choosing to buy from us." You smiled as you handed him the receipt. "Have a nice day."

His lips too curved into a warm, polite smile. "Nice day to you too..." And that was the most beautiful smile you had ever witnessed, those cute, deep dimples hollowing in his cheeks.

***

You lay sprawled on your bed, back in your apartment.

That warm touch, though. And that warm smile. How the hell could he be so full of warmth? His alluring baritone too had turned out to be warm.

You exhaled deeply. All this thinking had muddled up your head. And now all you wanted to picture in your mind was his sculpted body, that stood five inches taller than yours. How you would love to be held in those arms that had those rippling muscles...what all you would give to just get his thick long fingers inside your cunt. How strong would those vascular hands be when he would grip onto your waist tightly, fucking up hard into you....and how he would flash that strikingly dimpled smile of his when you lay down next to him, faces flushed, as you admire each other after you're done. How you would love to place your lips on his thick and luscious ones...suck on his tongue and hopefully his d-

Much as you imagined yourself in different sexual scenarios with him, you knew it was something that would never happen. Ever. He was a fucking father, for God's sake. And that clearly meant he was married.

But you wouldn't let that bother you, would you?
And now you were being a slut, please.

You couldn't care less about his marital or paternal status as you slipped a finger down, tracing the soft skin of your stomach and past the waistband of your shorts, feeling your wetness from the outside of your panties. And once you began rubbing at your clothed core, all you wanted was Namjoon...yes that was his name...to pull your lace underwear off.

Moaning in a low voice, you slipped your wet finger inside your panties, separating your folds with it.
Ahhh...God!

The finger went easily into your dripping hole and you threw your head back in ecstasy, hearing your own wetness with each thrust and greedily inserting a second one.

"Na-Namjoon..." his name was what slipped out of your lips, hips bucking up in the quest for more. With your hair slowly getting disheveled and those dark brown strands encircling your flushed face, you looked down and watched with an indescribable fascination your two fingers as they disappeared into wetness and emerged coated with lots of it.

Whimpering as you spread your legs wider, you removed your fingers and placed one instead on your lips, proceeding to lick at your pleasure slowly and relishing the sweet and salty taste it left in your mouth.
Taste of love, maybe?

It could be him, too. With his thick fingers inside of your womanhood, whispering your name into your thirsty ear, bringing you eons of pleasure.
And as if on cue, his face painted the back of your closed eyelids...sexy and strong.

A phone call from your best friend snapped you out of your euphoria.

"Hey Y/N...what's up?" Jung Kook's voice boomed through the earpiece as you took his call reluctantly, heart beating loudly out of your chest.

"Nothing doing...just resting. What about you?" You lied, a little cross with him and inhaling deep breaths as slow as you can, Namjoon still inhabiting your subconscious.

***

And from then on, much to your heart's happiness, Kim Namjoon came to your shop daily. Without fail. To buy caramel nougats for his daughter.

"She says they're the best sweets she's ever had." He rested his elbow on your desk, leaning dangerously close to you against it as you were sitting on the chair...enticing you to consider kissing him on the mouth.

"I'm glad she approves of it." You smiled back, averting eyes from him, heart fluttering in your chest as you took a short glimpse of his sculpted fingers that was enough to melt you into a puddle. "That's appreciation for my work." You said, drawing up his receipt for him. Your hands brushed past again, the skin-to-skin contact inciting your heart to beat louder than bombs. And you hoped he couldn't hear it.

Don't be a dumbass, Y/N...he can't hear hearts...

He took your hand in his, just as he was leaving, and kissed the back of it. Then he exited, without another word...leaving you standing there in an ecstatic puzzlement.

...or can he?

***

"Jungoo, I don't know!" You cried, throwing a cushion at him just to get a reaction from him. "I honestly don't know if he likes me or not but I like him a lot..." You sighed dreamily.

"Yeah..." Jung Kook affirmed absentmindedly, dodging the cushion you threw and and grabbing a potato chip from the plate on the coffee table.

"I can't understand why he kissed me when he left-"

"He kissed your hand, not you."

"Whatever. Not that it makes a difference anyway-" You plopped yourself down on the couch, exhaling heavily.

"It does." He cut you off.

"Shut up, Jung Kook." You rolled your eyes.

"Okay..." He relented, lunging quickly forward to grab the last chip from the plate but you were quicker. He made a pouty face. "Hey, I wanted that one!"

"Fifty-fifty, okay?" You broke it in half and shared it with your best friend. His face lit up.

"You're such a sweetheart, Y/N. Sometimes I wonder if I actually, factually deserve you." He popped his half into his mouth.

"You do. Now don't say shit that would make me cringe."

"Doesn't fantasizing Namjoon in your blessed head make you cringe?"

"NO!" You practically yelled at him. A cute giggle and comic quiet followed.

"I think he's enamored with you." Jung Kook's voice tore through the veil of silence.

You looked at him in disbelief, pulling on one of your meme faces. "Since when did you start using big words?"

"I've been to college."

"Haha." You pulled your hair back into a ponytail. "Where did that shit come from, though?"

"Believe me, Y/N. It's true." He leaned in, eyes twinkling as his voice turned a pitch lower. "Why else would he give you a parting gift as sweet as that, that infidel man?"

And that surely did move you to think.

***

You were not going to do as Jung Kook had said. Never. It was against your principles.

But still, you found yourself going to work in a smaller than small skirt, and a tighter than tight top that was small in an equal measure.
What if Namjoon didn't turn up today, though?

You'd go down in town history as the most skimpily clad barista ever. And for no apparent reason.

For once, you really considered dropping the whole scheme of things and staying at home, propped up in a comfy armchair and watching Netflix. But here you were, because you had to bring home the bacon AND seduce the guy you were lusting over.

Not many hours into your shift, Namjoon walked in. You inhaled sharply, trying to ease your heart that had suddenly started beating on full throttle.

"Good morning, Mister Kim." You bowed all smiley, and he took the bait, making no effort at all to hide the fact that he was peeking at your cleavage.

"Good morning, Y/N." He licked his lips, lustful anticipation dripping from his voice as his raven eyes settled on your pretty face. "You look different today, a good kind of different I mean..."

"Thank you, sir..." You let the honorific roll on your tongue, giving it an emphasis that was much needed. Namjoon gulped as you sat on the top of your desk, ruffling your hair with a much practiced shake of a hand while with the other you grabbed the collar of his cream colored shirt, pulling him closer until he stood between your legs. Your ebony eyes glared into his as you smirked at him.

"You're turning me on." Namjoon breathed, eyes darkening in the wake of lust. "And I'm not gonna let you go until I get my prize."

You bit your grin back as his hands felt their way up your inner thigh from underneath your skirt, your core tensing as they neared the waistband of your blue lace panties. A wink later, he had pulled the pair off and thrown them somewhere behind him while you moaned lightly, responding to his touch. He practically ripped your skirt off, but the sting of the tear got dampened by the action of him pressing his thumb at your clit while rubbing his index finger in between your folds. Your breath hitched at his touch.

"Dripping wet. The way we like our ladies." He observed, a sly, cocky smile adorning his thick lips. You simply whimpered, irritated when he removed his hand from your area.

"Aww...baby girl wants me to make her come, doesn't she?"

He slapped your thigh hard, seeing that you didn't answer. "Answer me, baby girl."

"Yes...daddy." You moaned as he again pressed his thumb on your clit, his touch hitting the right spot every time.

"That's right." The satisfaction in his husky voice couldn't be masked. He directed his dark gaze to your core, and bit his lip. "Good girl, now let me eat you up."

Positioning himself between your legs, he dug into you. And soon you were a moaning mess, breaths getting uneven, your long fingers gripping onto his soft hair, legs spread as wide as possible with Namjoon holding your thighs securely in place with his large and strong hands. His lips and tongue worked their magic, lapping up the juices of your cunt. You pushed your hips forward with every dip he took, matching his rhythm and begging to reach your high.

The friction on your heated core was too much to bear, and soon you found yourself savoring a powerful orgasm. "Fu-uck..." The way your body trembled told him you had come, and he licked off all of your cum, helping you ride out your high.

He chortled, the vibrations of his sound getting into your bundle of nerves, making you shudder. He moved upwards, planting butterfly kisses starting from the middle of your thighs going up your stomach and up to the area between your breasts.

"You came too soon...were you this needy for daddy?" His vascular hand had now begun squeezing your breasts.

Moaning as hell, you replied. "Ever since I first saw you I've been addicted to the idea of you..."

"Weren't you discouraged when you saw I have a daughter?" He licked his lips, the corners of which turned up into an amused smile.

"Nah...in fact it was something new. Kind of a turn-on for me, wanting to sleep with a married man." You exhaled slowly. "You seem too young to be wedded to anyone."

"I know..." His voice trailed off as he began biting and sucking at the skin of your neck. In between kisses, he whispered into your ear. "Turned out to be a bad choice, that. We got divorced early this year."

"I am sorry to hear that." You bit your lip as he gently gripped your jaw and smashed his lips onto yours. The kiss was soft and urgent, with him slipping his long tongue in at the first opportunity he got. In the battle for dominance that followed, your tongues twisting together, he won. Naturally.

Pulling away from you, Namjoon looked lovingly into your eyes. "You don't need to be sorry. From what I have gathered, you seem to be a far better choice for me. Your nougats are the most delicious. My daughter likes you a lot, and not to forget your pussy is the best." You smiled, a shy one.

Just at that moment, Jung Kook burst in through the door. "Could you get yourself a private room with a bed coz everyone's able to view the show from outside...? The glass windows are see-through!" It seemed as if he was having a hard time keeping on a straight face.

Realization hit you hard that you being eaten up by Namjoon might have gotten witnessed by the whole damn public. And that made you even more horny. You snapped your legs shut, trying to contain your arousal within you.

"Sure, thanks bud." Your new beau winked at him. Jung Kook winked back. It almost made his day.

And Namjoon about to fuck you for real on his bed at his home would make your day too, wouldn't it?