Request: you’re in mon'studio waiting him to finish the beats for a new song and he gets all horny and you do the things in his chair (that’s my dream 👌😩) but when you are almost finished someone walks in (but you two don’t stop) and give them a private show?
A/n: This is hella short, not the best, and like a week late? This past week was hectic and I had to recover a bit. But everything’s fine now, so here’s that one smut that was supposed to be done last week. - asshole 4
“I swear, the beat to IZ*ONE’s “Oh, My” sounds so fucking familiar and I can’t put my finger on it. It’s been bothering me all day.” You whined to Namjoon, who sat in his chair, clicking away at his editing screen.
“Well how am I supposed to know?” He said flatly, not even sparing you a glance.
“Well, if you watched the showcase with me, you would know.” You grumbled.
“I told you I’d watch it with you later.” Namjoon chuckled, clicking away on his computer.
“That’s not the point. How about I show you the song over some lunch, huh?” You wiggled your brows, hoping he’d give in. You’d been in the studio since early morning and it was now almost four. Neither of you had breakfast or lunch either. Just some iced coffee you picked up on the way.
“I’m not hungry, but if you are, you can take my card.” He said flatly.
“I’m on a diet, you know this.” You pinched the bridge of your nose. “I get it. You’re busy. But you can’t overwork yourself.” You sighed at his lack of self care.
“Okay well I don’t have time to eat, y/n.” He groaned, finally turning around in his chair to look at you. “What do you expect me to do? Just take my time on the album? Treat it like a nine to five and take lunch breaks, sleep a whole eight hours, and eat three meals a day when I barely have time for one? They’re going to check in on the progress in two weeks, and I haven’t even started recording yet. I’m still making the fucking beats.” He raised his voice, and as much as it annoyed you that he was being a dick, he was stressed, and you had to accept that it was stress talking.
“How about you just take a little break. Ten minutes at least.” You bit your lip and looked at him pleadingly.
“And do what? Just sit here and waste time?”
“Well.” You paused. “I was thinking that maybe we could do something…” You trailed off, hoping he’d get the hint.
He scoffed. “Really? You want to fuck here in the studio? Of all the timing, y/n.“
"Well when you put it that way.” You grumbled. “Look. You’re extremely stressed, and I just wanna help take some of it off.” You said walking towards him and wrapping your arms over his shoulders from behind, your lips placing a small kiss on the bottom of his neck.
“Y/n.” He groaned. “What’s gotten into you?”
“Nothing.” You mumbled as you lightly nibbled on the flesh. “I just know how to help you destress.” You said before stopping, stepping back, and turning the chair around so that he was facing you. “You can’t tell me this isn’t helping?” You quirked a brow at him as you stepped forward so you could straddle him, your skirt pushing up, leaving your thighs more exposed.
“I mean.” He stated, his hands finding purchase on your hips as you finally sat on him. “It’s not like- fuck” He was cut off by you grinding your hips against his. “Like it isn’t not helping.” His voice strained as he closed his eyes.
“So.” You bit your lip. “Are you sure you don’t wanna take that break?”
“I don’t really think you’re giving me much of a choice, baby girl.” He whispered, tightening his grip on your hips so he could control your pace. “But we do have to make this quick. The door isn’t locked and I don’t really feel like stopping right here.”
“Then I guess we have to be quiet, too.” You smirked. “Wouldn’t want to attract any attention.”
He smiled and brought one hand up to cup your cheek. “Smart girl.” he paused. “Now take your shirt off.” His voice lower as he looked at you hungrily.
You smiled and reached down to grab the hem of your shirt, slowly wrapping your fingers around it, and lifting it slightly. “You mean this little thing? If someone walked in, would you really be okay with them seeing me?”
“If someone walks in while I’m fucking you, I doubt they’d stay much longer. Now take the damn thing off while I’m still being nice.”
You didn’t have to be told twice, as you quickly pulled the fabric over your head and dropped it onto the floor before reaching behind yourself to un-clip your bra.
“But it isn’t fair. You still have clothes on.” You pouted.
“Then how about we change that?” He smirked, pulling the collar of his shirt up so that it slipped over his head, his muscles flexing slightly as he finally got the shirt off. “Now that it’s gone, how about you get up and get those panties off, so I can take my pants off? Leave the skirt on though.”
You nodded, and got up, sliding your hands up your skirt so you could pull your panties down, and step out of them, then looked at Namjoon.
“Give me your underwear, then lean over the couch.” He rasped out, and you bit your lip, and did as you were told, picking up the slightly soiled garment and handing it to him, before leaning over the arm of the couch, your skirt hiking up to rest over the curve of your ass.
“God you look so good.” Namjoon groaned, stuffing your panties in his back pocket before making his way behind you, the warmth of his shaft pressing against you, causing you to lean back into him.
“Do we really have to do it here?” You whined. “I really wanna ride you…on your chair..” You gasped as he rubbed his tip against your folds.
“Oh, you wanna be on top today?” He smirked, pushing his tip in, and staying still. “How about you let me have some fun first, then you can be on top, hm?”
“Can’t you have fun later?” You bit your lip. You normally let him do what he wanted, so you weren’t sure how he would take your comeback.
“You really want to ride me that bad?” He cocked a brow? “Fine, but I set the pace.” He pulled away, and made his way to the chair, patting his lap.
You pushed yourself off of the couch, and walked over to his chair, swinging one leg over him so you could sit, but he stopped you right before you could slide down.
“If you even think about teasing me, I’ll fuck you so hard the whole building will hear you, Understood?” He growled, looking you in the eyes.
“Yes, sir.” You whimpered.
“Good girl. Now come sit on my cock.” He bit his lip, watching you sink down on him, groaning once all of him was in you. “God, you feel so good.” His hands moving to grab your hips.
You smirked and started up a pace, biting your lip to keep yourself from being too loud. Only allowing small whines to leave you.
“I told you you needed to relax.” You whispered, picking yourself up so that just his tip was in, before slowly sinking back down again. He hummed in approval as he brought a hand up to cup your breast, his fingers pinching the nipple. “Isn’t it the perfect way to relax?” You gasped, before speeding up the pace, your hips rocking against his almost roughly.
“Fuck, baby girl.” He threw his head back slightly, and you felt proud at the small hickey that was there.
The hand that was holding your breast released it and made it’s way down your torso, under your skirt, and to your clit, running his thumb over it, and watching how you twitched at the contact.
“Always so sensitive.” He chuckled. “I fucking love it. I could barely touch you and you become a mess.” He licked his lips. “And since you’re on top, I can see how your face scrunches up. How your eyes roll back.” He gasped. “God, you’re so hot.” He whispered, thrusting into you to meet your hip rolls.
“Oh, fuck, Namjoon, please-” You were cut off by the sound of the door opening and you immediately moved to get off of Namjoon, but he placed his second hand on your hip to keep you in place, thrusting into you harder.
“Focus on me. Focus on all the pleasure I’m giving you.” He whispered, looking into your eyes. “If you dare stop, I’ll fuck you right out there in the hallway. One person is nothing. Just pretend you didn’t hear it and keep bouncing on my dick like the good little girl you are.”
You swallowed and did as you were told, your face red and legs starting to shake from Namjoon’s thrusts.
“Of fuck. I’m gonna cum.” You whined.
“But nothing. Hold it.” He said, using his hold on you to pick you up and slam you back down to meet each of his thrusts. “If you cum now, you’re in for it.” He growled as he sped up his pace, leaving you to just take it and try your best to not let go.
“Namjoon, please~ I’m not sure how much longer I can hold it.” Your legs now shaking, and your hands gripping his shoulders as if your life depended on it.
“Let go.” Was all he said, his thrusts never letting up, as he rode out both of your highs. Your head falling into the crevice of his neck. Half because of exhaustion, and half of embarrassment. Namjoon understanding this, he placed a hand on your hair, petting it slightly in an attempt to calm you down before looking at whoever it was that entered.
“Was it so important that you had to wait for me to finish? You couldn’t just come back later?”
“Well spit it out, won’t you?” He barked.
“Here’s the folder.” Was all the person said before you heard a stack hit the table and the door close.
“Maybe it’s time you take your dick out of me…” You mumbled against his neck.
“Or I could lock the door and we go for round two on the couch?”
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