Yongguk\Reader\Namjoon | So, You Don’t Love Her? (M)
Request: Namjoon + reader + yongguk daddy kink smut??
Genre: smut. daddy kink. poly!relationship. the tinest itty bitty pinch of angst, i can’t stress the smallness more.
Warning: dirty talk. overstimulation. oral. praise kink. orgasm fixation.
Summary: After meeting Namjoon and Yongguk and being proposed to join a poly relationship with them, you all started a happy life.
Namjoon was a cold man. Not in a cruel way, just in the way that he didn’t like to let his emotions show. He was only 22 but he was wildly successful. He had a head position at the company he worked at.
The thing about Namjoon is, he likes control. Everything must be done the way he wants, and he expects his rules to be followed. He was a tickler for rules and order. He plans everything out and gets it done.
Yongguk is the clear opposite. He was a warm man with a gummy smile that lit up the room. He was the oldest of the three of you, 27. He was a mechanic, well he owned the shop, so he often came home a mess. His curly hair matted to his face from sweat, and blotches of grease and oil on his clothes and skin.
Yongguk was a free spirit. He was spontaneous, often going out in the middle of the night for a random food run. He was a soft, kind man. He never lost his temper and he was always gentle to those he loved.
And then there’s you. The girl who has both these men wrapped around your finger.
You had met Namjoon first. You two met in a coffee shop in the winter time. He had been sitting in the corner, working on his laptop. His blonde hair had been pushed back off his forehead, showing the deep furrow in his brows. He had been gnawing on his lip in concentration. He was incredibly handsome.
You had just gotten your hair done that day and were feeling confident, so you approached him. He had greeted you with a brow raised, leaning back in his seat with his hands folded over his stomach.
“What can I help you with, darling?” He had asked in a smooth voice. It had sent shivers down your spine. You quickly lost your confidence and began to flounder.
He had smirked, “Have a seat then.”
So, you did. And the two of you hit it off quickly. You talked for a while, drinking your coffees and enjoying each other company. By the end, you had exchanged numbers and began meeting casually.
It wasn’t long afterwards that you met Yongguk. Your car had been having troubles so you had been advised to take it in to the local mechanic’s shop, a suggestion by Namjoon himself. The one Bang Yongguk worked in. What a dream meeting.
He had come out from the back, a ratty wife-beater on his slender frame that was grease stains all over it. A large chest tattoo was on full display along with various arm tattoos. He came to the reception desk, wiping his hands off on a rag.
“Hey sweetheart, something I can help with?” His voice was so deep it shocked you. He looked at you, breaking out into a kind, gummy smile. God, he was beautiful.
“U-Um…yeah…my car’s been making a rattling noise for the past week…I was advised to come get it checked…” You said, your voice had trailed off as he lifted his wife-beater to wipe the sweat off his face. It revealed his toned abdomen and left a smudge of grease on his face.
“Sure honey, let me get some forms for you to fill out.”
He had checked out your car and given the proper care. As you were leaving, he had suddenly asked you on a date. You had quickly agreed.
It was only a couple months later that you found out the two of them were actually friends. At first you had been embarrassed about having been caught chatting with two men. But they assured you that there was nothing wrong with it.
“You’re a beautiful single woman, ____.” Yongguk had said, a shy smile on his face.
“We don’t mind if you see us both, darling.” Namjoon had added after taking a sip of some expensive champagne.
After seeing them both for a while, they had suddenly sat you down.
“_____, there’s something we should tell you.” He took off a pair of glasses he was wearing and placed them on the table, before folding his hands in front of him. He always looked like he was in a business meeting, not that you complained because he looked sexy as hell doing it.
Yongguk on the other hand, was lounging back in the seat drinking a coke. His chocolate eyes darted between the two of you.
“What is it?” You asked, frowning.
“Yongguk and I have a…proposition for you. Something that would surely benefit all three of us.” Namjoon liked to draw things out. He took forever to get to the point.
You guessed Yongguk got tired of it too because he blurted out, “What do you think about polyamory?”
Namjoon heaved a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Have you no finesse, Yongguk?”
The tattooed man had only giggled as he sipped his coke.
“Polyamory? You mean having multiple partners?” You asked, earning a nod from Namjoon. Yongguk had almost finished his coke by now, never even putting the cup down.
“You see, ____, Yongguk and I have an agreement. We both willingly share a woman if she consents to it. And since we both like you a considerable amount, we figured we should ask what you think. I know you like both of us too, that’s what we were hoping for.” He took a soft breath, glancing at Yongguk. “We both completely understand if you want no part of this, a lot of people find this…arrangement…to be rather strange.”
Yongguk, finishing his drink and putting his cup down, spoke up again. “We just need a yes or no from you, sweetheart.”
“But we won’t rush you. Take all the time you need to think about this. Research it if you must, or contact us if you have any questions about it.”
“Joon, why do you have to make everything sound like you’re closing a business deal?”
“I am a business man.”
“But ____ isn’t a business partner!”
“Are you really going to argue with me on this Yongguk?”
You giggled, their bickering always made you laugh. Mostly because of the opposite dynamic between the two of them.
“I will think about it, guys.” You had assured.
And it took about 2 weeks before you had contacted Namjoon to tell him you wanted to meet again to give them your answer.
You three met at a fancy restaurant. Yongguk was there first and you sat down with him while you both waiting for Namjoon to show up.
“Whatever your answer is, _____, I just want you to know that both of us have really enjoyed having you around. It’s…been a while since our last relationship. We’ve both been hoping that we’d meet someone.” Yongguk was speaking seriously, looking out the window. Probably looking for Namjoon’s car.
“How long’s it been?” You asked, watching him purse his lips at the question.
“Eh…I’d say 2 and a half years.” He mumbled. “It didn’t end well last time. The girl we were with…she cheated on us. Some post British guy. Namjoon was furious and refused to try again even though I was down to searching again. It took him a while to get over her.” Suddenly, his eyes widened. “B-But he’s over her now. I- We both are, I mean. W-We wouldn’t be asking you to do this if we weren’t you know-“
You gigged, about to assure the man when Namjoon approached to table with a sigh.
“Meeting took longer than expected, sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it. We were just having a nice talk.” You smiled, watching him discard his blazer and put it on the back of the chair beside him.
“So, I don’t think there’s any point in postponing it. What’s your answer, ____?”
“Joon! Be more gentle about it! You’ll scare her off if you keep up this cold-guy façade!”
“It’s not a façade.”
“I agree to it.” You giggled out before they could begin bickering more.
“You do?” Yongguk asked, a big guy smile spreading across his face.
You nodded, your hair bouncing around your face as Yongguk heaved a sigh of relief.
“Waiter, a bottle of your finest champagne please!” Namjoon bustled, with a smile on his face that showed off his dimples.
A year passed. The relationship between the two of you was going smoothly. You had moved in with them, as it turned out they had been living together for years. Both men had opened their door to you with open arms. You all quickly fell into a routine.
Yongguk left in the morning at 5 to open up shop and get everything ready for the day. Then Namjoon left at 9 to get to the office. You stayed home, doing some house work and spending the day cooking for both men for when they got home.
At the beginning of the relationship you tried to convince them to let you keep your job waitressing, and they did. Until they realized how run down you had become. Then they began to raise their protests. But when you came home crying because of a rude customer and your boss screaming at you for how you responded, they officially told you to quit.
You felt bad because you didn’t want to depend on them like that, but they assured you they both made enough money. And they said if you managed to find another job that wasn’t waitressing, to go for it. But you didn’t, so you’ve remained like this.
You couldn’t complain, it was a nice way to spend your days.
Unfortunately, during your time alone at the apartment one day, you got a visitor. You had been washing the dishes when the doorbell rang. Heaving a sigh, you wiped your hands off on a rag while walking to the door to answer.
When you opened the door, there was a girl there. She was probably a little older than you. Her brown hair was curled and fell around her shoulders, her lips were painted red and she wore an expensive pair of sunglasses. Judging by her Gucci purse, you could only assume the skin tight red dress and 6 inch black heels she wore were also designer.
When she heard the door open, she smiled brightly only to see it was you and the smile faded.
“Oh…who are you? Where are Joon and Guk?” Her voice held some degree of malice.
Joon and Guk? They must be close. You thought.
“They’re not home yet. Yongguk should be home in about 15 minutes.”
“Oh, I know when he’ll be home honey.” She said, eying you up and down. “I guess I’ll come back another day. What a pain.” She flipped her hair over her shoulder with a sigh.
“I can take your name and give it to them if you’d like.”
She furrowed her brows and spoke again. “Who are you anyway? A house sitter?”
You chuckled. “Ah, no. I’m their…uh…roommate.”
“I see. Anyway, don’t bother telling them I was here I’ll just come by again when one of them’s home.”
With that, she turned around and clicked her way down the hallway. The oven timer started going off so you shut the door and hurried over to get the food out.
Right on time, Yongguk strode through the door with a loud greeting.
“Dinner ready, babygirl? Joon should be home soon, he called to say he needed to pick up some wine or something, you know him.”
“Yeah, it’s ready. You can start eating if you’d like.” You didn’t bother telling him about the visitor, as she told you not too. To be honest, you didn’t really care enough.
“Nah, I’ll wait.”
And Namjoon came home with two bottles of wine, sat down for dinner with you two. You stayed up together for a little while before you all headed to bed.
To be honest, you completely forgot about the female visitor until she showed up again on a Sunday a month and a half later.
This time she was wearing a babypink graphic tee over a pair of ripped jeans and a pair of nude heels. Her brown hair was up and she didn’t have any sunglasses on. She was…incredibly beautiful. Model material.
“Oh, you again. They home?” She asked, forsaking a greeting.
“Um…Yongguk is.” You said.
“Cool,” you sputtered in surprise as she barged her way into the house. “Gukkie, baby!”
Yongguk came wandering out of the bedroom with a confused look on his face but it changed into a glare. You’d never seen such a nasty look on that man’s face.
“Keiko…” He clicked his jaw in annoyance. “The fuck are you doing here?”
“Don’t act like that, baby. I came to talk to you and Joonie. I want to explain everythi-“ Yongguk held up his hand.
“Save it, Keiko. Neither of us care anymore.”
“Well obviously you do, or else you wouldn’t look so angry with me.”
“I’m not angry with you, I’m angry that you have the balls to show up here after what you did.” Yongguk stormed through the living room towards the door. “I suggest you leave before Namjoon gets here.”
“No, I’m going to wait for him. We both know he’s always been the sensible one.”
There was a pregnant pause that Yongguk took to glare a hole through the girl.
“Um…what’s going on?” You asked softly, drawing their attention to you.
She was about to say something when the door opened, bumping Yongguks shoulder.
“Shit, sorry.” Namjoon said, patting his shoulder before shutting the door. He hadn’t noticed Keiko’s presence yet. But when he did, he straightened up.
“What the fuck are you doing here, Keiko?” He repeated the same thing Yongguk did earlier. “Get the fuck out of this house right now or I’ll throw you out myself.”
“Don’t call me that. You lost that privilege years ago. To show up here isn’t only stupid but disrespectful.” He seethed.
“Disrespectful?” The other girl ground out. “To who! I’m just trying to fix things.”
“To me and Yongguk and most importantly _____.” He shouted, gesturing angrily to you, making you jump.
“It’s been 3 and half years since you cheated on us Keiko. We’ve moved on. We have _____ now.” Yongguk said, pulling you against his side.
“We don’t need you. We don’t want you, Keiko.” Namjoon snarled, getting into her face. “Leave.”
Keiko scoffed, her eyes tearing up. You didn’t know if it was in humiliation or if she was really upset she lost them. Either way, she stormed out of the house and slammed the door, making you jump.
“What the heck was that about…?” You whispered.
“Who the fuck cares.” Namjoon snarled before storming out of the living room to his office.
Yongguk sighed, wandering to the couch to sit down.
“I don’t want talk about it _____.”
“No, _____. Drop it.” Yongguk hissed, before he too disappeared. This time to the bedroom.
You sighed, sinking into the spot Yongguk just vacated.
You huffed softly, sitting on the couch watching an old drama rerun. Things have been tense in the house since Keiko came around to stir the pot. Namjoon’s barely been home, picking up extra hours at the office to avoid the house. And Yongguk has been angrier, losing his temper on the smallest shit.
You’d basically been walking on eggshells, and quite frankly you were growing tired of it.
Yongguk was holed away in the bedroom, doing god knows what.
Probably sulking you mused.
It was 11:45 before Namjoon strode through the door. He looked a mess. His tie was pulled down and his hair was everywhere like he had been messing with it all day. And moreso, he smelled like he’d been drinking.
That wasn’t unusual, but he never drank to get drunk.
“What are you doing up?” He snapped, throwing his blazer on a coat hook.
“Just…can’t sleep…” You mumbled, careful not to say something to piss him off.
“Well go to bed. I don’t want you up.”
You scoffed, “That’s a bit rude.”
“Don’t test me _____.” He growled.
“What’s going on with you Namjoon?” You ground out. “You’ve been acting like this ever since Keiko came. You and Yongguk. Why are you both doing this?” Your voice had slowly risen throughout your questioning. You could hear Yongguk open the bedroom door, signaling he was joining the scene.
“Don’t talk to me like that _____. Watch your mouth.”
You rolled your eyes. “Stop the act Namjoon. You’re the one acting like an asshole. You and Yongguk. I get you’re both upset about her showing up, but I don’t deserve to be treated like this! Why are you even so bothered by this, she cheated on you! She doesn’t deserve you acting so upset over this!”
“Don’t you think I fucking know that, _____?!” Namjoon shouted, getting into your face. “And don’t you fucking talk about her like that.”
Yongguk was standing in the hallway, leaning against the wall watching it all unfold.
“What, are you still in love with her? Is that what the problem is?” You whispered.
You watched Namjoon still and swallow sharply, obviously hesitating. “I’m going to shower.” Is all he said before he stormed to the bathroom.
You scoffed in disbelief, sitting back down as you felt the sting of tears.
“Don’t mind that, sweetheart. I’ll talk to him.” Yongguks baritone reverberated through the room before he left you alone with your thoughts.
“…she cheated on us. Some post British guy. Namjoon was furious and refused to try again even though I was down to searching again. It took him a while to get over her.”
Yongguks words passed through your mind.
Did Keiko showing back up make Namjoon’s feelings come back?
You decided to sleep on the couch that night. You couldn’t stomach sleeping with them after what just happened. You fell asleep watching nighttime television and holding in your tears.
A few days passed before they finally sat you down to talk to you about it all.
“I know if you’re angry with us _____, I completely understand…” Namjoon mumbled, dropping his face into his hands. You kept your eyes on Yongguk who sat across from you in the arm chair, giving you a reassuring smile.
“Why’d you behave like that?” You asked, biting your lip to stop the quiver in your voice from showing too much.
Namjoon sighed. “_____, it’s complicated.”
“No, it’s not Namjoon.” Yongguk grumbled.
“I was just…hurt I guess.” Namjoon whispered, looking up at you. “Being cheated on after devoting yourself to a relationship like that…I was so hurt afterwards. I didn’t have to deal with her all this time. Then she just showed up acting like we were the ones who wanted her. Like we would wait for her after what she did? It pissed me off so much. I just…took it out on you. On both of you.”
“Dumbass.” Yongguk grumbled.
Namjoon chuckled. “I know…____…don’t you have anything to say?”
You sighed. “I guess I can understand that, Namjoon…”
“Atta girl.” Yongguk praised. “Now, what do you say we take this to the bedroom for some passionate, hot make-up sex?”
“Real subtle Guk.”
“I am who I am, Joon.”
“You’re a joke.”
“Tell me that while ____ choking on my dick.”
Your bare back hit the bed, making you bounce slightly. In an instant, Namjoon was over you with his lips attached to your neck. He was creating little red marks all over the sensitive skin, drawing tiny whimpers from your lips.
Yongguk, who had shed his shirt, climbed in behind you so you could lean against his lap.
“Joon’s got a treat for you, babygirl.” He ground out, feeling your weight against his hard on in his jeans.
Namjoon’s rough hands spread your legs, exposing your wet pussy to his eyes for the first time in a long while.
“Shit babygirl, look at that…so fucking wet…”
“You want Joonie to eat your little cunt, baby?” Yongguk asked, brushing your hair out of your face.
“Yes!” You cried out, feeling Namjoon’s breath against your wetness.
“Yes, what baby?”
“Fuck, that’s it. Call me that again.” Namjoon commanded, you could see him grinding against the bed.
Then, in a flash he was eating your cunt for all he was worth. His tongue slid desperately against your clit, drawing cries from you. He was slurping up every drop you gave him. He was moaning like a madman into your cunt as he tasted you.
“Fuck, that’s it Joon. Does our babygirl taste good? Huh? How’s her cunt taste?”
Namjoon pulled back with a groan to look at Yongguk over your shoulder.
“So fucking good. She’s so fucking sweet.” Namjoon suddenly introduced his fingers, sliding in two slender digits into your gripping pussy. “God, _____, I’m gonna make you cum so hard.”
“Ah, Daddy, that feels suh-so good!” You whined, gripping Yongguk’s biceps behind you, trying to keep yourself grounded while Namjoon dove back in to swirl his tongue around your clit.
“Joonie eating your pussy good baby?” Yongguk asked with a groan, feeling his cock throb in its confinement.
Namjoon’s tongue was a work of magic. His tongue swirling wildly against the pulsing nub of your clit. His fingers sliding in and out of you, kissing your g-spot with every pass, causing your hips to jerk. Yongguk’s hands weren’t idle either, their cupped your breasts and pinched your sensitive nipples between his fingers.
“She’s gonna cum.” Namjoon announced, feeling your cunt hugging his intruding fingers.
“Fuck yeah she is. Cum baby.” Yongguk growled. “Cum for your Daddies.”
Your back arched, your nails sinking into Yongguk’s tan skin. Your cunt convulsed around Namjoon’s fingers and his tongue continued to swirl around your clit, making your legs shake around his head. Namjoon spent a moment after your orgasm subsided cleaning you up, drinking up every drop of cum you gave him. Then, he slid his fingers out of your and left a fleeting kiss on your clit.
“Daddy’s gonna fuck you now, sweetheart.” Namjoon ground out, discarding his black boxers on the floor somewhere.
Yongguk sat behind you, the picture of self-control, lightly petting your hair as your body continued to lightly tremble from the force of your orgasm.
“Fuck, look at that pretty little cunt, Guk.”
“So pink and wet…” Yongguk rasped, licking his lips as his fingers trailed down your body to lightly pet your pulsing heat. He spread your lips open with his fingers, letting Namjoon watch as a drop of your cum dripped out, making the younger man groan.
“That’s it, I need to fuck you babygirl.”
Namjoon pinned your legs open before guiding his cock into your entrance. You both shared a moan of pleasure at the feeling of him stretching your walls. He didn’t pause for a second before pulling out and slamming back into you. Yongguk pinned your hips down to keep you from grinding against Namjoon’s cock.
“You’re so fucking tight around me, Princess.” Namjoon ground out. “I want you to cum again, baby.”
Yongguk took that initiative by using his fingers to attack your clit. The cry you let out caused both men to groan. Namjoon increased his pace, driving his cock into your clutching pussy. It didn’t take long before you are erupting in orgasm again, the last one you had making you sensitive to both men’s touches.
“Shit, I’m gonna cum too.” Namjoon gasped out, his hips faltering before driving into you faster. The sound of his hips meeting your skin filled the room. You continued to write underneath Namjoon, desperately trying to dislodge Yongguks fingers from your oversensitive clit that he continued to circle despite your orgasm having passed.
“She’s holding my cock so tight. Keep doing that Guk.” Namjoon encouraged, ignoring your whines of overstimulation.
Suddenly, Namjoon drove his cock into you to the hilt, letting his cum fill you up with a loud groan of your name. His head fell backwards while his body trembled from the force of his orgasm. His cock began to soften inside you before he pulled it out.
“Shit, so fucking good babygirl.” He whispered, panting against your lips as he planted a delicate kiss on them.
Then, he switched places with Yongguk.
You leaned your back against Namjoon’s chest while Yongguk took his place between your legs. He quickly discarded his jeans and boxers, letting his hard cock out.
“Fuck I’m so hard, I’m not gonna last long at all sweetheart.” Yongguk’s strong hands, callused from years of working on cars, pinned your legs together and up against your chest. “Hold her there, Joon.”
Namjoon wrapped his hand around your legs so you couldn’t get out of the position. You whimpered softly, feeling exposed to Yongguk’s gaze as he watched your pussy drip for him.
“Shh babygirl, Daddy’s here.” Namjoon whispered, leaning down to kiss your head.
Without warning, you felt the hot head of Yongguk’s dick against the wet lips of your cunt. Then, he was sliding in and you were crying out. The position allowed him to hammer directly into your g-spot, never failing in making your body twitch at the onslaught of pleasure it offered. His thrusts were a little sloppy, probably because of how desperate he was to cum. But, he would never dare neglect you.
His punishing thrusts were bringing you closer to orgasm, already sensitive to his touches.
“Play with her clit, Joon. Make her cum around my cock.”
Namjoon chuckled at the little squeal you emitted at his soft fingers on your sensitive button. His finger was cupped between your folds, not allowing you to wiggle away from the sensation. Your eyes rolled back in your head as you began to cum.
“Daddy!” You cried out. “Fuck, Daddy! That feels so good.”
“That’s a good girl. Cumming so fucking good for your Daddies. Shit, I’m gonna cum too.” Yongguk was letting out raspy moans, keeping a steady pace with his hips, fucking you through the orgasm that flowed through your body making you tremble and tear up with pleasure.
A shock of heat in your pussy made you whimper, loving the feeling of your Daddy’s cum filling you up. Yongguk gave a couple more thrusts, letting his orgasm ride into slight overstimulation, something he loved. After a few trembles, he pulled out and Namjoon dropped your legs, letting them fall to the bed.
“Shit, that was good.” Yongguk sighed, falling to the bed beside you and Namjoon who was lightly petting your hair as you calmed down.
After a moment of silence, you spoke.
“So…you don’t love her?”
Yongguk chuckled and Namjoon groaned.
“No baby. I don’t love her. I love you.”
“I love you too.” You giggled, nuzzling his bare tummy.
“Hey, what about me!” Yongguk whined.
“Who invited you?”
it’s shit im sorry but ive been working on it for like a week so here it is.