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|Breakdown’s & Bugatti's| M| CH.1

CHAPTER 1 PART 1: THE KIMS OF NEW YORK

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PAIRING: Heir Namjoon x Heir Reader (Ft a hints of Tae & Jin)

GENRE: Rich Kid AU/Influencer/Politics/Suspense/FWB/Drama/ETC

ABOUT- Namjoon just does what he has to do to keep you ....calm while at a charity gala!

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WARNINGS: (CH.1 is split in two parts there's smut in both, so the warnings overlap) : Semi public sex, Fingering (F receiving), Teasing, Very minimal prep, Light dirty talk, Light spit play, Choking, light comeplay, Gags (Makeshift), finger sucking, Light Degradation kink (He calls her a “little slut” like twice) Non protective sex (Creampie),overstimulation, no after care (There’s no time), TBH it’s more chill than it sounds, they're comfortable with one another so this is all just second nature.

WC: 9K

NON SEXUAL WARNINGS: (Fictional political background) Recreational drug use (Molly), Yayo (Coke) Using drugs/ sex as a coping mechanism, Smoking (Cigarettes'), Shot-gunning, Brief mentions of death, father issues.

FINAL NOTE: This is set to be a OT7 alternating series, with smut pertaining to about 3 members! I wrote this almost 2 years ago, inspo was kinda like my take on a DARKER less, PC version of Gossip Girl! Ever since GG got it's HBO reboot, this stories been playin in my head. I uploaded a sneak peek like 5/6 months ago! There is some backstory here as this was set up with the idea of being a series initially!

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TUESDAY, 3AM, THE MARK HOTEL, NEW YORK, NEW YORK

It was around 3 AM Tuesday morning when your phone alerted you that somebody keyed in the code to the elevator which led directly to the foyer of your quaint three bedroom, situated on the 14th floor of The Mark Hotel. There were about 3 other apartments hidden between the array of luxury suites within the boutique style hotel. Actually ,when he opts to ya know, actually be in the country, Juge Park's youngest, Jimin is one of your neighbors. Though I believe he’s on one of the lower levels…..

There’s three pieces of property within the state of New York that currently have your name on it; however The Mark was without a doubt your favorite. It’s just always felt like an escape within the city, because lord knows you hate the Hamptons. Almost as much as you utterly despise the fact the Michael Kors suddenly has direct ties to Versace.

But anyway, maybe, the bias stems from the fact that your tucked away on E 77th street’s on the Upper East Side. So that fact alone just makes it feels more quaint, personal, and, fuck I don’t know domestic!? As opposed to your penthouse that’s deadass in Times Square! You can actually leave this particular apartment without 4484 Paparazzi in your face. Granted you won’t make it far, but still, there’s far less photographers camped outside The Mark as opposed to The W!

Speaking of paparazzi, considering you're currently one of the top searched humans amongst all search engines, you probably would've done better taking your ass to the Hamptons to get away for a minute. Fuck, I swear the past, what? Twenty some odd hours feel almost like some fucked up fever dream, except your wide awake...through all of it, and when you close your eyes it actually has the nerve to only gets worse.

Hints why it’s 3 am and your up like a crackhead staring at the marbleized ceiling, a second away from counting the gold flakes for shits and giggles as your Spotify playlist floats through the background! Well, actually you're up, because you're wired, apparently you thought doing 2 lines would calm you down, not sure if I agree with that theory just yet.

I mean on the plus side at least you’re not crying, breaking shit, or threatening to fire your entire staff anymore right?

So yayyyy….small victories I guess...

However, all of this is why you weren’t surprised, by the sudden notification, even if he didn't give you a heads up first. If anything you're surprised that it took this long! So you don’t even attempt to move, this man is far from a guest, the need for hospitality flew out the window a good 5 years ago. Even once the door creaks open, triggering the alarm to chirp and Givenchy and CoCo to have a temper tantrum, your ass stays put. Melting deeper and deeper into the mounds of Egyptian cotton. Namjoon knows the code he’ll be alright….and just like clockwork silence starts to fill the apartment again, until you hear clothed feet patter through the halls.

Though I will admit it, it takes the heir a little longer than expected, granted it’s not the smallest apartment but still….almost wondering if he took a detour or something on the way down! Shit I don't know, decided to go site seeing or somethin Joon has always loved a good painting and lord knows you have millions worth scattered along the walls....

To be honest, after your bedroom door creaks open, everything else kinda starts to blur together. Probably due to your high setting, the last memory you have of that night, or..well morning, is Namjoon staggering through your room in the form of a silhouette Strong, broad features moving about haphazardly through the dark as he strips down to nothing but a pair of briefs. A faux wave of calm drifting behind him, not stopping his very lackadaisical journey, until he basically collapses onto the bed. Everything about his grand entrance suddenly makes sense once he’s actually on you, because now you can smell why he's moving about in such a manner.

God, I hope one of his drivers dropped him off, because you can smell the Dalmore damn near seeping through his pores. Also at a later date you'll hope he used the back service entrance and not the main lobby but that's the last thing on your mind right now. As the bed dips and your counterpart in all this bullshit sits hoovered over you and the musky, yet sweet scent of Namjoon’s cologne bleeds into the aged whiskey.

The only form of light in your room right now is a deep red vintage neon sign, that’s flashing in time with the bass filling your sound system. Something smooth and R&B related, it’s actually Lost By Frank Ocean if I’m not mistaken. Even as the bed dips and Namjoon’s caged you beneath him you still don’t open your eyes...well until suddenly he’s nosing at your face like an overgrown puppy wanting attention from its owner!

Slowly, your eyes flutter open, it takes a minute because they feel kinda heavy which probably explains why your gaze is so heady, lids barely ajar. Iris rivaling the color of the sign above your head. However much to your surprise, Namjoon’s honed orbs mirror your own, only his are a little puffier, leaning more pink than red and well, let’s just say you’ve arguably seen Namjoon high more than sober and ugh...yeah, baby boy’s not high right now.

As I said before, you’ve always been a politicians worst nightmare….Mr.Kim on the other hand...well...where the media's concerned, he’s damn near as clean cut as they come...Most of Namjoon’s drama doesn't leave the Upper East Side, this is a whole new ballpark for the young heir and it’s more than clear he’s overwhelmed…

A labored breath shutters from your chest as you reach up, gripping his face in your palms, and you can feel how taut his jaw is. Posture damn near tight enough to crack a molar….

His arms are shaking and it's defiantly not from a lack of upper body strength....

“Come’re baby…” The words barely hush off your tongue before he’s plummeting into you...

Sunday, 6:35PM, The Chatwal, New York, New York

It’s just pure chaos, the minute the door flies open, and the crisp New York air smacks you dead in the face as your Manolo Blahnik’s hit the pavement! Not that you should be surprised, for one you pulled up in a Bugatti Galibier for fucks sake, of course all eyes are on you, how could they not be!? It’s not everyday someone just casually shows up in a car worth almost 2 million dollars, regardless of the event at hand.

More importantly they’ve all been expecting you, considering your grand entrance is well over an hour late and the entire car ride here your phone was damn near having a seizure because of it.

Numerous text all essentially reading the same variation of “Where the fuck are you!?” Flooding your notifications!

Yes, you ignored all of them. They'll see you when they fuckin see you!

Oh, as well as an ass ton of tweets and mentions from various news outlets came filtering through in regards to the fact that you didn’t enter the event in question by your father’s side! Which, to be honest, was the last thing you cared to do right now, however there had to be at least one Y/L/N on his arm tonight and unfortunately you had to take one for the team.

Just so were clear, your mothers the only reason your even entertaining this bullshit!

She's been in Hawaii for almost a month with your grandmother...who’s kinda on her last leg. Though, none of you had the heart to truly come to terms with that just yet….

So it obviously drew ample attention that neither his wife nor daughter were by his side as he entered the event! There's already pictures floating around online and even you had to admit the ratio looked a little off. Senator Kim sandwiched between his wife and son whist your father walked in..... solo, and awkward as all fuck, and yes it was thoroughly sastifying to see.

Tonight’s Gala was being held at The Chatwal and the event in question was some charity something or another, that council opted to put on! The cause behind the event verified by year but the Gala in question was typically the unofficial opening to elections season on the home front which mean’s it’s going to be a full fucking house!

Which explains the current catastrophic shit show unfolding before your eyes, it’s almost comical at this point. All the press and paparazzi screaming, fighting, shoving each other out of the way for the best angles! Honestly, you really weren’t in the mood for a press run, and the last thing you cared about was earning yourself an Oscar nomination for portraying the perfect politician's daughter! Thankfully, standing right by the side of the car...was your publicist...who’s essentially your knight and shining armor in moments like this. Quickly masking the attention, without any instruction (Bless her heart), merely shouting the very cliché yet appropriate auto-generated response of “She’s running late, I’m sorry we don’t have time for questions right now!” Throwing her lace coated hand in damn near every reporter's face in the process…

Tugging you through the sea of people while your security holds the train of your dress, as you attempt to gracefully maneuver through the various obscene squawks and blinding lights! Trying your damnedest not to show that your absolutely freezing your tits off, however none of your coats flattered the silhouette of your dress! So here your dumbass is, in New York, in the middle of winter in a strapless, high slit, Custom Alexandre Vauthier silk-chiffon situation!

Cute. We love that for you honestly!

Regardless of Melissa’s efforts it still obviously didn't even remotely stop them from asking, over and over, and over again. Getting you talk is legitimately there job, so they were probably hoping you’d finally just give in so they’d shut the fuck up! However your far too seasoned by now, scare/bully tactics don’t work on you anymore, if you don’t wanna speak you don’t. Wanna. Speak...it’s simple really.

It’s all going in one ear and out another!

Though, I will say, PR training was practically embedded in your veins at this point so you still handled the situation accordingly! With that being said you opted for the polite smile, and wave, the classic “Going through a wind tunnel and I can’t hear a damn thing your saying right now!”.

Works every damn time!

Smile.

Hair flip.

Then the icing on the cake….

The cute subtle little bend every once in a while as if your actually trying to understand what’s being said! The thing that works in your favor is they are all self destructive! Paps, press, photographers all they care about is getting their perfect shot! It’s not a team effort so honestly it is hard to hear when they’re all yelling and screaming over one another!

Once the three of you actually made it to the door, you did finally address the crowd of animals, I mean people!

Spinning around as gracefully as possible...the train of your dress fluttering in the slight breeze, delicately tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Showcasing a host of VVS’ that are probably throwing everyone’s camera’s out of focus, a soft smile paying on your overly glossed lips. This part was more so for your benefit though, giving the paps’ a moment to actually get a couple flattering pictures of you in this dress!

I guess on the flipside, a positive to all of this is even if you personally don’t have time to snap a selfie before leaving the house...you know damn well somebody’s got one! That concept is actually asinine when you really think about it, I mean the fact that you can literally Goggle your name, date, and or a location and there’s a very strong chance a host of images from said day will pop up in the search bar!

Yup, welcome to the world of Y/n/L/n

Striking a couple of your “go to” generic poses before simply saying….

“Thank you! Have a safe night guys!”

Bowing out as gracefully as possible with a coy little Smile toying on your lips. Hair flip. Pageant wave….Sashay...away! Ignoring all of the grumbles and protest due to the lack of interaction but again...you could give less than a damn. Your not required to aid the press at there every beck and call, your not a politician, your sperm donor is!

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The minute you cleared the doors you found yourself releasing a breath you weren’t even aware you were holding, and before the full exhale even left your overly glossed lips you felt someone walk right up on you, shoulder checking you from the back! If it was anybody else they would’ve caught an elbow straight to the ribs and a damn restraining order!

“So, your late” It’s not like you were surprised by the statement, I mean...you are late, there’s a very familiar level of dryness within her delivery. The blatant lack of expression which essentially reads as “I’m disappointed but not even remotely surprised”

“So I’m late” You parrot, alongside an agitated sigh, casually draping your coat behind your back for one of the employees to pluck from your fingers. However there’s a little more bite to your delivery, almost as if your challenging her to further question why your late. Roaming your hands down your sides, smoothing out the non existent wrinkles within your dress as you not so subtly appraise yourself in the mirror behind her head.

Melissa rolls her eyes, clearly picking up on the edge in your voice “Right, so-” There's an abrupt pause, as one of the employees comes over to grab her coat as well, flashing the worker a short, baited smile. Waiting for him to trot off before continuing, this time she leans in, voice barely above a whisper. …“Would you care to elaborate on why?…” Brow quirked in your direction though it's clear by her delivery, no matter how laxed... it’s not really a question. There is no influx on any of the pronunciation to even make it seem as such….

You don’t even try to reign in the snort that leaves your lips as you pull out your compact from your Judith Leiber clutch, reapplying your lip-gloss with the utmost ease. As if you have all the time in the world, as if your not damn near an hour late as is, not even bothering to gaze in her direction as you speak. Flipping a strand of hair over your shoulder, clearly unbothered “Eh, not really…”

“Y/n “ Eyes narrowing in your direction, and you have the nerve to giggle. light, airy, nose scrunching into your face and all and - “Spare me the bullshit, it’s been discussed for days, days, that you would walk in, hand in hand with your father!” Eyes subconsciously scanning her surroundings before continuing “You already know it’s been a pain in the ass trying to mask the media from prying into why your mother’s not here to begin with! So why the actual hell would you intentionally bring attention to that by showing up damn near an hour late?! “I mean really Y/n?!” You just shrug, curt, and agitated, focus still drawn in on touching up your makeup.

Melissa huffs almost as if she’s a second away from having a temper tantrum, arms firm against her chest “Right, well miss “I only give a damn about myself” have you taken a look at the articles that are already being wr-“

You pinch the bridge of your nose, eyes, fluttering shut briefly, perfectly groomed brows knitting together. Clearly this entire conversation is becoming massively inconvenient for you as it progresses!

“ Okay first off, just so we’re clear, I could give less than a fuck about what the press are saying about that-“ Completely silencing yourself and opting to mount the words to spare Melissa from having an aneurysm “Piece of shit”

“Y-“

One. One singular finger in the air silenced Melissa mid- syllable. She had her turn...now it’s yours!

Bringing your voice back to moderate speaking level “Second, and most importantly, I’m only here because of my mother to begin with. So don’t you ever question where my loyalties lie where she’s concerned!” Ohh if you could’ve actually growled right now…

“And finally, You’re a damn publicist, fix it...or don’t I could give less than a fuck” Voice and face falling comically flat , flailing your hand dismissively, more focused on the cluster of Chopard sitting on your middle finger that desperately needs to be cleaned, or replaced!

“Y/N-”

“Melissa” You counter in a way that makes it clear this conversation’s more than over. “No” The shrug is so lackadaisical it’s actually insulting “No. I don’t have any desire to talk about it, and more importantly I'm not going to talk about it!” Bringing your focus back to touching up your makeup, adding a little setting powder around your smile lines, clearly your all out of fictional fucks to give at the moment! “So, if you wanna know what happened that essentially led to me saying “Go fuck yourself” in the form of me showing up on my own accord go talk to your other client…” Eyes stealth, as the cut above the Tom Ford compact, gaze locked and loaded with Melissa’s as you toss the pouch into your bag.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me…” Leaning in to ghost a kiss over her cheek, more so, so you could drop your tenor low enough for only the two of you “I’m going to go find Namjoon...and hopefully drugs...before I lose my shit, and you end up with another headline in your lap before midnight” You pull back slowly, giving her shoulder a little squeeze, taking several deep breaths in attempts to re-center yourself, before ultimately flashing Melissa a smile that’s a little more than concerning!

Though, she should be a little more than used to the switch up by now. Your a Y/L/N for fucks sake, it’s essentially embedded in your blood to have an “on” switch!

...And it’s showtime baby!

Wiggling your fingers in one of the servers directions, catching his attention before he enters the ballroom, stealing a glass of champagne from his tray.

“Enjoy your night, and I’ll try not to give you a reason to put in overtime” Flashing her a quick little wink, raising your glass in mock salute before swaying out of the lobby, your train eventually catching up seconds later, once you disappeared through the double doors.

You 6:57PM: Please tell me your here already!!?? 😩😩😩 I need...fuck anything stronger than liquor at the moment!

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Ahh fuck, here we go again...another opulent ballroom, filled with gilded ceilings, chandeliers, and an ever flowing fountain of Cellared champagne! Though this may seem impressive to some, it all just looked like an anticlimactic blur of black and white at this point! Literally, people didn't often venture into color at these types of things! Hint’s why your Couture leopard gown is already getting ample attention once you sway into the room! Well, that and that fact that the piece literally fits you like a damn vice grip

You were a woman on a mission, drink and annoyance in hand as you glide through the sea of people....Not even phased by the sudden shift of eyes as the room became entranced by your presence, swaying through the crowd like you own this bitch! Every move was calculated, this was far from your first rodeo though you paid them no mind, your very much aware of the host of flashing lights bouncing off the walls. Every click was equivalent to a dollar sign, depending on who the purchaser was, the right photo of a Y/L/N could earn a photographer a smooth 10k, yup...Ten. Thousand. Dollars!

Photoshoot aside, you had your eye out for a Kim, which shouldn’t be too hard to find, he’s not the smallest human in the world! Though tonight there were two “Kim’s” here that held ample amounts of power within the Big Apple!

Typically known by the media as: The Kims of New York….to be exact!

Nope, no relation, just the same last name… because in the words of the men in question the last names “Kim” and “Johnson” are essentially one in the same!

There’s the Kim Brothers (Jin and Tae...Actually a lil fact, one that’s not so comply known amongst the people...is there’s technically three brothers! However the eldest is deceased but that’s a story for another time )... and then there’s Namjoon Kim, your Kim, which is all you have the mental capacity for right now! Though I’m sure before the night’s over you’ll end up sandwiched between the Kim boys as well, it wouldn’t be a true charity gala otherwise.

But for the time being, it’s a hard pass, intentionally walking in the opposite direction so you didn’t tip off the press as the Kim’s in question seemed to be having a little press run of their own. Submerged between a mock of cameras as poised and polished as ever, volleying the reporters and tedious repetitive questions with seasoned ease. To the left was Jin, an ex editorial model, dressed in a black crushed velvet Gualtieri situation, slicked and polished, very much giving model on duty, and to his right, was the youngest, Tae. Who was the reason you posted the duo to begin with as he stood there with Smokey grey hair and some kaleidoscope of a Gucci suit. Something only Tae would wear….especially to a charity Gala! There father Joshua Kim, a fellow heir, who’s also decided to do some charity of his own considering he’s the current Mayor’s chief of staff! Oh more importantly Mr. Kim is also low key, Mayor Dortenzio’s ghost press secretary.

Yup, his real one’s shit behind closed doors! But, she’s young, cute, impressionable, and well I’m sure you can put two and two together. However, we will dive more into their backstory later because as I mentioned you will end up in their neck of the woods at some point and that’s far too much to unpack right now!

Regardless of your efforts , the eldest Kim still catches you in his peripheral, flashing you a charming little wink, whilst still pretending to be intrigued by the conversation at hand. Thankfully he spares your soul for the time being, not drawing attention to the fact that you're in close enough proximity to be dragged into their unwanted press conference as well.

Ahh Seokjin, the last time the two of you interacted in a way that wasn’t PR related was at Clive Davis Pre Grammy party! In which I’m pretty sure you ended up, high and on Jin’s face...Hmmm..good times, good times!

Though you managed to skim by the Kim’s, you still didin’t slip past completely unscaved. Not even a full 30 seconds, you’re tapped on the shoulder by someone who just..looks like her name should be “Susie from Tennessee”. Honestly your not sure how, or why she’s here to begin with, more than likely just someone's arm candy for the night, paid arm candy is more like it.

Yup, you guessed it, good ole Susie wanted a damn photo….No matter how bad you wanted to pull away, all you could hear ringing in the back of your head on a never ending cycle was : “Every smile, handshake, and huge could turn into a vote Yn”

God, that’s like embedded into your damn soul at this point! Then once you took one photo it just turned into the damn domino effect...Every, time you tried to leave, you were being ushered towards someone else’s rich something or another for a photo that you could give less than a fuck about! The floor was swimming with wealthy politicians, retired businessmen, athletes and reporters, oh the joys of being the senator's daughter…

A good two hours later, which in all actuality was only maybe 15 minutes (Yes, a bitch is dramatic as fuck), you managed to weasel yourself out of the crowd. Consuming at least another full glass of Cabernet in the process, only to be greeted by the feeling of your phone vibrating in your hand. Glancing down with a smirk, upon realizing your night might be picking up after all…

Joonie😏🗣🧠👓💦🍆: 7:25PM: Mmmhmm, come find me.

Joonie.

Namjoon Kim..

Your Kim.

The one you were actually looking for, prior to getting…. distracted!

Tall, tan, broad shoulders, husky tenor and the deepest dimples you’d ever seen in your life. The man in question also happens to be the son of the other half of the NY senate...so that alone probably explains why he’d be the person you’d gravitate to! His father and yours got into office together almost 5 years ago now...

His father, much like Joshua and your own, was also sitting on a 10 figure trust! Daniel’s family however made their Billions in the realm of Silicon Valley as opposed to Oil mines! Christine, Namjoon’s mother on the other hand, may not have come from money but she's definitely made a name for herself as she's one of the top (Luxury) Event planners in the Western market.

If I’m being honest, originally your friendship was somewhat forced, the initial election took place while the two of you were still in High School. The truth, though of course they’d never admit it is, is they intentionally angled their campaigns to benefit one another. Silently plotting to tag team the position and replace the previous senators who’s held a place in the NY Senate since damn near the 90’s. So, with that being said, your fathers campaign teams thought it would look good for their image if the two of you appeared to be good friends, though if we're being real you didn't think you’d click whatsoever! Prior to the election the only time Namjoon and yourself interacted was when it was orestrated...at some charity gala, fashion show, movie premier...never leisurely. The two of you just ran in different circles, though where the press was concerned, you're essentially besties from birth simply due to sharing the same tax bracket!

Let’s just say, you’ve always been a politician's nightmare, both in the public eye and behind closed doors, and well, Joon’s always looked the most like a politician's kid out of all of you!

Well, at least on surface level, even back then, whether attending debate club, a meeting or just leisurely in his spare time Joon just always looked like a walking Hugo Boss campaign! The two of you took a day trip to Napa last week and the man showed up to the airport in dress pants and loafers….

But, regardless of his desire to constantly dress like a well paid college professor...behind closed doors...that man was the farthest thing from innocent!

Namjoon’s overall “Scholar Student” Aesthetic is actually part of his overall appeal though and he's very much aware of it as well! See, the thing is, he totally looks like the sweet, innocent, brainiac that you’d meet for a study date in the library. The type that's shy and bashful, probably hasn’t even had his first kiss yet, would without a doubt come in his pants if you sat in his lap.

However, like I said, Joon’s the prime example of why you should never judge a book by it's cover. Actually, the more I think about it Kim is basically a walking Porn Hub cliché's, ya know the one, where the nerd is actually some sex god...yeah! Because don’t get me wrong, he is smart as fuck, a book nerd by choice, well versed and very cultured….but he’s also a closet fuck boy. It’s not public knowledge, but if you know, you know!

All that aside, he is one of the only people within your circle, somewhat following in their parents footsteps. This particular Kim is currently attending college at NYU double majoring in Journalism and Political Communication! If Namjoon had it his way, the preference would still be Journalism, however he’d lean more towards creative writing. But, for the time being he’ll probably slip into political; based Journalism, to keep his father at bay!

Nearsighted, Associates degree and all, that motherfuckers nothing but trouble, the good kind of course, depending on who you ask but ugh, yeah….

Joonie baby will break your back and your heart if you don’t play the game right!

Regardless of how you guys came together; fast forward a good 5 or so years and now Namjoon’s one of your closest friends! All politics, PR stunts, and bullshit aside!

Hint’s why in times like this where you feel like your in over your head and essentially drowning...he’s your safe space!

Which is exactly what you need right now, and fuck if it didin’t take every, once of self control you had not to just jump his ass the moment you finaly see him!

Fuck!

Standing there in all his glory, in a Valentino slim fit navy blue suit, the jacket appears to have some sort of paisley print, opting against a tie. Leaving his crisp white dress shirt slightly unbuttoned, teasing at his broad caramelized chest as he makes his way from the bar. Heading over to the table, which has an empty seat waiting right beside him with your name written all over it...literally!

Purposely dodging the old lady to your left in a coat that would have PETA ready to throw hands! Gaudy diamonds, terrible Botox, and smelled as if she showered in an entire bottle Chanel No. 5! She reached out for a handshake, you offered your empty champagne glass, sounds like a fair enough trade!

Yeah, no, sorry, not in the mood for another meet and greet right now!

“Joonie” Squeals from your lips once you’re in close enough proximity, his dark piercing eyes cut over to meet yours. A slight chill trickles down your spine as he casually drinks you in from head to toe as you sway closer. You’d be lying if you said the added attention didn’t have you putting a little extra “umph” within your strut. Basking in the attention, a playful smirk tugging on those sinfully thick lips of his, accompanied by those disrespectful ass dimples!

“There she is!” He sounds so fond right now it’s unreal, signaling for you to come closer with the flick of a finger, and you just let yourself melt...right into him. Namjoon always felt like home in these types of situations. Nose pressed to the side of your cheek, “Hi, baby”

Baby.

The word slipped out for the first time casually, maybe a year ago, while two of you were high at some models flat in London after fashion week . From that point on you decided you preferred the way that sounds leaving his tongue as opposed to “Y/n”! So when it’s just the two of you, that’s how he addresses you, honestly there wasn’t much thought behind the pet name.

“You look fuckin good” The words hushed into your hair in a tenor meant for your ears and your ears only, and suddenly everything just feels hot...everywhere. There’s clearly a hint of something a little more than just friendly playing on his tongue right now.

A small little “Thank you” leaves your lips, and if I didn't know any better I’d think the compliment made you a little flustered.

Namjoon was the definition of Ocean arm’s and goddamn if you didn't just love how big this man was! It literally felt like he was hiding you from the entire universe when he had you nuzzled into his frame! Face flush to his chest, wrapping your arms firm around his waist, letting your eyes flutter shut briefly, a deep, slow exhale flooded through your body. Inhaling the musky yet sweet scent of his cologne mixed with his natural aroma, which has grown to become a calming mechanism over the years. The whole interaction couldn't have lasted longer than 20 seconds in all actuality, due to neither of you wanting to draw even more attention to yourselves. But still, even if it was over before it even truly started, you just-you needed it!

“You had me worried for a minute…” Placing a quick kiss in your hair, that you would have missed if you blinked but again, your in public soo…”I was about to put out a PPL on your ass…”

Palms soothing up and down your back gently, as he breathed into your hair , pulling back a little so there was some form of personal space between the two of you. Reaching over to grab his glass of whiskey, swirling it around before taking a long languid sip, eyes scanning the room briefly.

“You’re late, even for you...especially considering all four of us were scheduled to walk in together.” He gives you a look and for fucks sake will anyone let that go?! “That’s ugh…. pretty fuckin ballsey of you all things considering...” Tenor dropping slightly, head clocked to the side as he appraises you and fuck, the bass in his voice still has you all types of fucked up! “You wanna fill me in on what I missed between 2AM when I dropped you off and now?”

Again why is everyone in your shit today?! What part of “your fine” don’t they understand?! Even if that’s total bullshit but still….why is it so hard for them to respect your bullshit!?

Nope, no, not, you’re not doing this right now! Glancing over your shoulder briefly before leaning up to place a kiss on the hinge of his jaw, that tittered the line of passing as an “friendly” greeting.

“I’m fine Jonnie it’s nothing, we just got held up in glam.., Ariel was flying in from Miami...we got a late start, I ended up changing my mind halfway through" Hand flailing in the air like a prop the more you spoke "Shit just didn't go to plan” Gaze intentionally diverted as you welcomed yourself to his glass of Scotch instead. Damn near inhaling the entire drink as we speak and you hated dark liquor, so that alone let him know something was up!

Merely resisting the urge to smooth out the crease he felt forming between his brows, a dry snort left his lips, shaking his head in response to your blatant stubbornness. Nevertheless, always the gentleman, reaching down to pull out your chair so you could take a seat next to him. Mirroring your actions just moments prior, quickly scoping out his surroundings before he brought those plush pillows he calls lips a centimeter away from your ear.

Fuck.

“Right, so I'm just going to assume you don’t wanna talk about it right now. Or wait I’m sorry, have you just upgraded to insulting my intelligence straight to my damn face?”

Brow quirked inquisitively, and you could literally feel every word, tone taking on a hint of seriousness the more he talked. Namjoon licked his lips and the tip skimmed the edge of your ear and - .

“For one you smell like an entire bottle of Heidsieck, two, I can almost taste the nicotine on your tongue and more importantly-” He sighs, voice taking on a softer tenor “You've been crying I know you, even beneath the the entire bottle of Bausch +Lomb you inhaled before walking in here. That shit clears up the color within your iris, not the disconsolate behind your eyes.... If you don’t want to talk right now that’s fine. But don’t fuckin sit in my face and disrespect what we’ve built by deadass lying to me.” Ohhh a slight growl has entered the chat “Like I’m some random ass journalist invading your space and asking you about your personal life all out of pocket. because I'm fuckin not. We got wayyy more than that between us, this ain't Sophomore year, were not smiling for the cameras then going our sperate ways !”

Pulling back just enough to glare down at you above the brim of his glasses, which he always wore low along his nonexistent bridge. Eyes daring you to look him in the face a lie again, teasing his fingers through his platinum blonde locks. Styled in the perfect semi grown out undercut, the top a little on the longer side. If he parted it down the middle your barely able to tell that the sides tapered into a crisp fade. Sideburns outlining that extremely understated jawline of his! Though you had to admit the yellow gold diamonds dawning his ears were kinda stealing the show right now!

“So again, do you just not wanna talk about it right now? Or have you forgotten that I have an IQ of 137, and can smell bullshit from here all the way to Gangnam!?” If the word “Unimpressed” was a person it would be Namjoon right about now...because he wasn’t buying anything you were trying to sell him!

It’s probably why your suddenly having very vivid daydreams of your hand wrapped around this man's windpipe and for once it’s not even remotely sexual!

Blatantly ignoring the strong twitch within Namjoon’s jaw and simply saying “I’m here, aren’t I!?” Face stoic, tone flat as all hell, in case it wasn’t clear that this conversation was more than over, you opted to eye his bourbon glazed salmon until he got the hint.

“You are-" Pause. Deep. Slow. Breaths...

"The actual definition of vexation, I swear to fuckin god Y/n”

Namjoon rolls his eyes, as the words fall from his lips without a lick of real heat behind them, because as quiet as it’s kept ,you truly are, Joon’s baby! Which is why he cares to begin with! Picking up a piece of fish on his fork before essentially shoving it into your hand, a disgruntled huff heaving those plush lips of his. Sliding his plate in your direction, completely giving up on eating at this point, he knew you needed it more anyway!

”Your lucky I can’t have your ass getting sick on me tonight, we still have like, 3 hours left of this bullshit.” Fingers pattering idly against the table, as he studies the room… silently taking in his audience. Subtlety posing for the not so discreet photographers weaving through the crowd. Much like yourself, he’s been doing this for far too long, most of Namjoon’s candid pictures were far from it in all actuality, using the lighting and his vast knowledge of his angles to his advantage as per usual!

Finally, you were starting to feel your mix of poisons hit your system so you knew you needed to even it out with a little substance. I mean yeah, you could have just ordered your own plate but meh, this was easier anyway!

The two of you settled into comfortable silence and Namjoon started busying himself on his phone while you ate, scrolling through a couple contacts until he landed on a contact labeled under “Kookie”.

“Right so, back to your little SOS that was apparently triggered by Your glam team running late” Eyes cutting in your direction, tone flat as all hell! There were air bunnies involved, tone as baran as can be and again you just really wanna choke his ass! Glaring over mid chew which he potently ignored. Brow tilted in a silent challenge, daring you to deny that you weren't in fact full of actual shit.

Lips curling into a menacing little smirk “Exactly-'' Your mouth popped open to respond though he quickly pipped back up to drown you out “So, anyway, what are you feelin tonight? He’s actually like, coming down the street, but he already has a couple options on him, mostly Physics.

Thank fuck he found someone, your usual connect wouldn’t be available until closer to midnight and God forbid you make it through a charity gala sober!

Speaking over a mouth full of salmon, sounding utterly exasperated! “Honestly, any fucking thing at this point…”

Namjoon hums thoughtfully, sucking on a Bourbon soaked Ice cube “He’ll be here in 10, I just went with Smartees…there easy, discrete, effective” Offering a nonchalant little shrug, as he welcomed himself to a piece of smoked asparagus.

Smartees

Candy

Vitamin -E

Molly...

Estcasy...it’s all one and the same, just depends on who you ask!

He leans back in, apparently keen on whispering tonight. “Maybe, if your a good girl and eat enough, we can split one before we leave...chill you out a little bit. '' He hums low, voice thick and heady, lips curling into a grin with a hint of something wicked playing on the ends, as his fingers idly ghost over your forearm. Giving it a light squeeze and regardless of how innocent the skin-ship may seem to the naked eye, you’re well aware of all the underlying innuendos behind it!

You make a noise of agreement, trying your damnedest to ignore the fire coursing through your veins at the pet name. Though before you could even dwell, Namjoon was sliding back in with another update, this one however wasn't as...arousing…to say the least!

“Oh, by the way…” Yeah this doesn't sound good “Fox 5’s been waiting for you to get here, I did a little something on my own earlier but they want a joint interview, same shit as last year. It’s up to you, we can do it before or after the speech, I’m down for whatever you want...” Waving his hand lackadaisically, idly twirling the various pieces of Bvlgari around his fingers, seemingly un-phased.

The fucking- you completely forgot about that, and your so not in the mood for a speech...not even close! Not to mention you totally forgot to even write one so that’s cute, we love that!

“Of -fuckin- course they do!” Stabbing your mashed potatoes in a way that's... somewhat concerning…

“Baby.” It was a warning, though his voice sat barley above a whisper, his tone was crystal! Eyes cutting in your direction briefly before dropping back down to his phone….

You didn't have it in you to argue, there’s no way around this anyway, fuck it! “What -the-fuck-ever!” Sliding the half empty plate aside.

The huff that leaves Namjoon’s chest this time around is a lot softer, lacking all the previous attitude and sarcasm, as it’s fully setting in that something a little deeper goin on tonight. Dipping his head a little, a wiry sigh leaving his lips ““Y/n, what’s wrong?” He’s a second away from begging at this point, tension spreading along his face, drawing a firm crease between his brows.

Eyeing you intently as you just shake your head, stubbornly, eyes locked on absolutely nothing, you can’t look at him directly right now because you know you’ll fall apart. Chewing absently at your inner cheek, your foots pattering alarmingly hard under the table, almost as if your too high strung to even stay still.

A hand slides beneath the table with zero hesitation, regardless of the quick glance over his shoulder the subtle gesture was a little risky in such a public vicinity. Though, you were more than worth every possible penalty!! Namjoons palm is warm, strong, grounding, as he takes an almost possessive hold on your thigh. Stifling your anxious patters. “Y-”

“I just wanna get it outta the way” When your eyes cut over to him it becomes alarmingly clear that your trying your damnedest not to lose your shit. “All of this" Hands gesturing wildly to the rest of the ballroom "Is just fuckin suffocating me tonight-” Words coming out clipped over a staggered breath and Namjoon’s face completely crumbles, because again...this is your world, it's techionlly all you know! It takes a lot to break you....sooooo..... ”And I’m not in the mood to have a fuckin mic shoved down my throat. So, with that being said let’s just get it the fuck out of the way so I can stay as lowkey as possible until it’s socially acceptable for me to fuckin leave!”

You were a second away from spiraling and at this point Namjoons seen enough to know he had to take control! The man before you can read you like the back of his palm at this point, and he instinctively grows very...protective over the press being in your face whilst your in such a state. Which is essentially a news headline waiting to happen if I’m honest, you're just far too temperamental for a press run right now! They’d have a field day with this version of Yn/Ln and that’s exactly why he’s not even going to give them the opportunity!

A displeased noise leaves Namjoons chest as he runs his fingers through his hair, rolling up his sleeve to glance down at his white gold AP. Silently working out exactly how much time you realistically have before this godforsaken speech! Seamlessly beckoning one of your guards from the far left of the room without breaking eye contact, it’s second nature at this point. There’s always someone at 10 & 2, when you’re born into a family that's sitting in the top 20% of Forbes...security becomes second nature!

Before you could even make heads or tails of the situation, Matt, and Alstein were standing in front of your table! Jaw tight, eyes locked and loaded, attentive, ready to whatever the fuck either of you needed. Barricading themselves around you so Namjoon didn't have to elevate his voice too much in the process.

“Get her out of here, as subtle as possible, no press, I don’t give a fuck if it’s TMZ, or CNN she’s no-”

“Joon!” Eyes wide, lips parted, slight shock at the way he’s just taking control right now, without giving you a say edgewise and he could give less than a damn. Namjoon’s not even looking in your direction, eyes trained on the men in front who are starting back with the same amount of intensity. Taking the young heirs orders very seriously, regardless of your half assed protest.

“I’m sure there’s some area of the hotel that’s not being used tonight, that’s also close enough that it won’t draw attention…”

“Nam-”

“Baby…” Fuck, well now he’s looking straight through you, there's so much emotion dancing within his iris, that if there’s a camera in at least a 10 foot radios….they could easily see there’s a little more than just friendship at play here. “Stop, and listen to me, you need a second, and I can’t give you what you need here!” I’m not sure how he was intending for that to come out but yes, your thighs are humming, and your minds racing , because fuck. What do you really need?!

“I’ll text you once he gets here, and you can tell me where to come find you” Namjoons speaking deliberately slow, voice sitting at an octave that’s almost nonexistent.

However all the smoke n mirrors aside...you knew he was right! You weren't in the right headspace for any part of this, however you also knew it would raise speculation if you weren't in constant eye sight. For one you haven't even interacted with your father once tonight as is, tossing your fork back against the plate, huffing out a strained breath, as you rake your fingers through your hair.

“But I can’t just-”

“You can and you will.” It's no longer a request,

“Go” And there’s also no reason a two letter word should sound that damn good!

“We Have a PR team for a reason yeah? Melissa and Justin make damn good money...more than enough for them to pull something out of their asses at any given time if need be.” Pushing your plate to the middle of the table, standing behind you to slide your chair out, stepping to the side, with his hand extending in your direction “Go..” Flicking his head towards the exit, dropping his voice to tenor that almost indicates he’s telling you a secret “Get yourself together, and I’ll come find you once I have something to put you in a better mood okay?”

You didn’t physically respond but your eyes said it all, as the distress slowly melted into relief and Namjoon couldn’t help the pleased smile from slowly creeping up his face if he wanted to! Regardless of how out of place it feels in the moment.

Flicking his head towards the exit one more time...”Go..I got this...” Gaze shifting over to the two men dressed in black ,tone hardening “Get her somewhere...and let me know once she’s good…”

“Yes sir” The command came in unison as they bowed out, waiting for you to step forward so they could accompany you to the exit as subtly as possible. Thankfully at these types of events, with so much wealth, status, power in one room, having security on you like a vice grip at all times isn't the most outlandish concept. So hopefully your exit would go unscaved…..

Also, by this he means the room, which Namjoon’s going to have to maneuver for the time being without you, because if there isn't at least one senator's kid schmoozing the press then yes, it will draw ample attention to your lack of presence. Yeah, it will be tedious and annoying but it’s the type of shit you do for one another.

~~~~~~~

Not even 20 minutes later Namjoon finds himself in the far East Wing of the Chatwal, headed towards one of the many conference rooms within the historic hotel. One of your guards seamlessly slid Namjoon a key card as he exited the ballroom, counteracting any need for him to stroll past the front desk and make a scene…..

So, with that being said….this is how he finds you…..

Lying on top of the oversized Cherrywood table, your obnoxiously long train sprawled out around you! A cigarette perched between your overly glossed lips, puffing a cloud of smoke into the air! Clearly you’ve forgotten it’s not 2007 and you can’t technically do that anymore....

“It’s like that huh?” You can already hear the smirk within his voice, without even looking...

Slowly rolling over to all fours, back automatically dropping into a nasty arch, one that has Namjoon's dick twitching in his pants on command. The bud of the cigarette wedged between your lips as you crawl forward, a light sway playing on your hips. Not stopping into you reach the edge of the table, dropping down to your elbows, plucking the tail from your lips. Gaze heavy as you blow a cloud of smoke in his direction.

“Depends....”The words purr off your lips as you gaze up at him under your full set of lashes...

“On?” Brow quirked in feigned innocence, head resting against the oversized mahogany door as he appraised you through hooded lids.

“If you brought me what I need or not..” Your looking up at Namjoon like a cat ready to pounce on its prey..

It’s the everything, for Namjoon honestly, kicking himself off the door, dropping his glasses into his pocket before wedging one hand inside, lips curved into a wolfish grin. Brow still tilted in your direction as he stalks towards you like he owned the place! Namjoons always carried himself with an air of confidence that was unmatched. As if he’s already found his place within the world, and he didn’t need gratification from anyone else to confirm it. People often mistakenly correlate money and social status with confidence! Little do they know that’s typically far from the truth, more people are faking it more than you think! Mr. Kim on the other hand, yeah he had his baggage but he knew who the fuck he was and more importantly the affect he had on others! So, he carried himself accordingly!

“We got aboutttt…” Glancing down at his watch briefly “30 minutes before they’ll start hunting us down..” Tongue coming out to wet his lips as he sinks down in front of you. Ghosting his thumb over the hinge of your jaw, reaching into his inner pocket with his opposite hand pulling out a tiny half bitten powder blue pill…

”First off, Have I ever not had exactly what you need?” Voice melting into a tenor that damn near has your thighs humming, and your eyes hitting the back of your head. Teasing the tablet between his fingers before placing it right on the tip of his tongue and your eyes light up like a kid on Christmas! Gripping his jaw, to pull him closer, so you can lick the psychoactive right off! Eyes locked, teasing the tip of his tongue between your lips before sucking both it and the pill into your mouth.

Namjoon moans deep and breathy, a dazed smile playing on his lips as his hand instantly takes an almost possessive hold on the back of your neck to keep you locked in place. Nipping your bottom lip between his teeth as he pulls away just enough to speak “Swallow like a good girl…” He already sounds hoarse, breath heavy and baited with pure need...eyes sharp as they shift, and drop half lidded.

Never one to disappoint, slowly letting your tongue roll from your mouth, showing you've done as instructed. Nudging your head slightly, knocking his thumb from your jaw, into your mouth. Sucking on the digit absently , taking it all the way down until your tongues teasing around the rim of the Chopard band.

Eyeing him with mock innocence ripping a clipped hiss from Namjoons throat along with a low string of moans falling from his lips…”Fuck…” It’s the way he actually sounds proud...lust clouding every orifice within his mind. “There you go, baby just needs somethin in her mouth yeah?” He literally looks like he wants to absolutely devour you and you'd let him! You’d let him do whatever the fuck he wanted!

Tentatively you pull back with an Obscene POP, eyes completely dazed. Smoothly switching gears, exchanging his thumb for your cigarette, and Namjoon gazes up at you with heavy, yet equally curious eyes as you take another so drag before stomping it out on the table! Intentionally holding the smoke within your lungs, a smirk tugging on Namjoon's lips as he leans in. Parting his mouth instantly, allowing you to slowly exhale into his lungs.

Welcoming the familiar burn into his chest and cloud his lungs before slipping his tongue right into your mouth, and you both melt into it. Namjoon’s kissing you like he’s been craving this, and you can’t get enough. It’s suddenly like you need him everywhere, just letting yourself feel like your drowning for a moment. The kiss it’s deep, slow, smooth yet filthy all at once. There’s no other way to describe it, mouths', lips, and tongues moving together effortlessly, as your entire body compresses against him.

You feel his palm leave your neck, teasing down your spine before taking a firm grip on your ass, large and leath palms, squeezed to the point where it almost hurts but you reveled in the feeling. Ripping a low gasp from your lips as he digs his nails into the fabric, kneading your cheek in his palm, nails clawing into the chiffon as if he’s trying to just rip you apart! Especially upon realizing your not wearing panties...Teasing his fingers along our lips through the thin chiffon of your dress.

Namjoon Moans right into your mouth, kissing you in a way that almost knocks the wind outta your chest it’s so deep “I should’ve fuckin known” Cupping your heat in his palm, squeezing until the tips of his fingers almost feel like they could just...slide in.

“Namjoon” Your blatantly whiney and you honestly could give less than a fuck, especially once he smirk's against your mouth in a way that lets you know he’s about to give you everything you need and then some.

“Shh, I got you” Kissing his way up the side of your neck, and along your jaw whilst shrugging his blazer off tossing it to the side like it wasn't 3k...taking your face between his palms as he shifts off his knees. Leaning back in with a little more fever this time, desperately working your mouth open, deep, wet and messy. Namjoon’s hands are everywhere yet it still feels like it’s far from enough, it’s becoming more teeth and tongue than anything with skill at this point but you could care less!

You’ve gotten him started and now he’s just on, you...

Namjoon braces his knees on the table as he pushes your frame backwards with a good amount of force actually, knocking you back on your elbows. Swiftly crawling on top of you until your caged beneath him, hooking a leg over his hip to hold him in place, instantly, shifting you against the desk with one deep, teasing roll of the hips! Moaning into your mouth, once he feels your spine start to bow, body arching into him, chasing after any and every thing you can get.

“We gotta be quick...and you gotta be quiet…” Lips painting a trail of messy open mouthed kisses down the side of your neck, lacing his lips back around your pulse point. Sucking just enough to make you squirm, he knows better than to leave marks whilst at an event! You half whined at the way he teased the vein, just scraping his teeth against your skin as opposed to biting! There’s suddenly wet heat coursing through your body from where Namjoon’s slowly trailing his tongue up the side of your neck! No doubt wanting you to imagine his tongues somewhere else entirely, as he waved it with far too much fineness against your skin.

Hand sliding down his stomach, not stopping until you reach the front of his pants, cupping his dick, curling our finger's inwards so your nails are just slightly piercing his length through the fabric...”Fuck me” Pouts off your tongue as more of statement than anything else.

Namjoon damn near growls against your lips, hips already starting to chase after your palm. “Fuck, I don’t- I don't have anything with me I didn’t plan on-”

‘I don’t care! Fuck me” Fingers frantically working his zipper open, forever thankful Namjoon often wears briefs, with fly strips. Slipping your hand inside and you damn near start salivating upon feeling how hard this man is, you can literally feel him pulsing against your palm. Swiping your thumb over the head, smearing the precum around the tip until his jaw goes slack, ripping another choked out moan from his throat.

“Just gotta be careful, as much as I’d love to let you come all over me…” The pressure within your palm fluctuates, tightening your grip as you start to actually stroke him, and Namjoon’s entire body shudders. Head tossed back, eyes rolling to back of his head, jaw taut, as he allows himself to get lost for a moment. “We can’t ruin this just yet..so I guess that means you get to fill me up tonight big boy” Namjoon can feel you smiling against the crook of his neck, twisting your wrist with even more vigor.

Slowly he shifts his focus back to you, eyes fluttering open in a way that appears as though it required immense effort! Gazing back at you, completely blown as he continues grinding into your palm, and sticks two fingers back into your mouth. Taking them knuckle deep with seasoned ease, while simultaneously getting him off with your hand!

Namjoon sucks in a sharp breath through his nose, trying to pull his shit together, as if he didn't do this to himself... “Mmm...Yeah?” Brow titled in your direction as he spreads our legs, plucking his fingers free and it’s intentionally messy spit sliding down your lips and over your chin as he drags them south. Teasing the slicked digits up your inner thigh, not stopping until they're dancing along your bikini line. “Just sounds like an excuse to me...” The tip of his middle fingers, ghost along your lips, and you don’t even try to stop yourself from bucking into his hand. Gazed looked in a half lidded haze, “We both know how much of a little cum slut you are, I don’t think you really give a fuck about this dress. Not like you couldn’t have another dropped off at the snap of your fingers.”

He whispers, breath warm, lips pressed flush to our ear, nipping the lobe between your teeth. “I think you just need your pussy filled. "A moan fills the air in unison at the admission, clearly you both wanted that "Or maybe you wanna feel my cum dripping down your thighs as you walk through the ballroom the rest of the night.”

“Mmm, So what if I do? ” You smirk up at him, biting down on your bottom lip, you're nothing but trouble and he fuckin loves it.

Always has....

He just hums, nonchalant as ever not really feeding into your games right now…

“You gonna give me what I wa-fuck” That smart ass little rebuttal you were working on dies right on the tip of your tongue.

Finally, fuck, Namjoon sinks into you, already starting out two fingers deep because he knows you don’t have the time to bullshit around. So if you wanna be a brat and you want it now, then you’re going to have to take it in stride! God, it feels, so right, it’s actually insane the way your body just knows him, how effortlessly it is for you to just let him in. The glide is smooth, as he works his fingers in and out of you, and fuck, are you ever so grateful for how long and thick his fingers are. Mirroring his cock to the tee, making the pressure build within the pit of your stomach embarrassingly quick!

“Yeah?” There's a shit-eating grin playing on those sinfully thick lips of his, he already sounds like he’s balls deep inside you and you’re too far gone to even be a smartass. Just huffing out moans and whimpers, spine arching off the table, as his hand moves in and out from between your thighs. Swiftly increasing his pace, reeling in the way you’re sucking him in, suctioning his fingers like a vise grip.

You take him so fuckin well and his skin feels like it’s on fire gaze locked as he watches you fall apart beanthe him. Moaning and wiggling your hips down to sink deeper, Namjoon pumps his finger languidly, reveling in the sight of his diamond encrusted digits appearing and disappearing between your lips. The arousingly filthy sound of your essence coating his fingers as your juices drizzle down your inner thighs.

Lids falling heavy as another deep breath shutters through your body “Godddd your fingers are s-so long,” Your already shaking, not sure where all the whininess came from, a slight stutter rolling off your tongue, grabbing Namjoon’s hair again.

A soft sigh paints the air “Such a pretty little pussy” Namjoon rests his head on your knee, kissing and sucking at your inner thigh, clearly aiming for straight sensory overload, with the way his tongues waving against your skin! Curling his fingers inwards, aiming for the rigid patch of nerves nestled between your walls. “Mmm, can’t wait to be inside you, feel how tight you are around my cock, it’s been a while baby you think you can still take me?”

Your drowning, in all things Namjoon Kim right now, so much so that you don’t even care to put up a front or play along, you just wanna get fucked! “Joon, baby fuck…” You whined, eyes squeezing shut, hips starting to slowly grind into his palm, meeting each and every thrust head one. Intentionally letting his hand smack against your clit every time.

The sounds bouncing off the panes of Wood paneled walls is absolutely obscene! It’s almost comparable to Namjoon's hands smacking against a puddle your so damn wet. Thank fuck there’s a whole ass party going on outside the double doors...and to top it off you look beyond sinful! A warm glow casts over your skin from the host of chandeliers above your head, you literally look like the most erotic piece of art and Namjoon’s in Heaven! Maybe hell actually, the way the train of your dress is cascading along the robust wood table, thighs spread, curls dusting your back, highlight catching every reflex above your head.

Goddamn!

“There you go, fuck yourself on my fingers, baby” You can feel his fingers caressing your walls, slowly prying them apart, reaching down to grab his wrist, forcing him to fuck into you harder and at that he slipped in a third finger. Fucking you open deep in hard until his wrist starts to burn and Namjoons panting as hard as you are.

“God” He chuckles lightly and he almost sounds dumbfounded. Shaking his head almost as if he can’t believe it, dropping his posture slightly, breath fanning over your clit. “Mmm with how needy you are tonight, you’d swear I’m the only one that knows how fuck you right.” There’s a clipped snort that leaves his throat at that ,once he feels the way you clench around his finger, the timbers dark, arrogant even… “Yea, sounds about right though….”Eyes locked and loaded as he lets his tongue slide out of his mouth.

You already know who he’s talking about...it’s a specific shot that’s been fired! You’re both cool with his younger brother but the eldest Vauss boy, that’s a completely different story, and it’s so fucked the way you’re getting off on this petty shit right now.

“The only one that can make you lose it with just a simple-“Namjoon lays his tongue right against the tip of your clit rolling it around the very edge, we’re all of your nerves lie and you damn near snap his neck between your thighs. The sudden sensation had your legs trying to close in around him, eyes squeezing shut jaw completely laxed for a second you forget we’re the fuck you are!

Bitch you’re loudddddddd!!

“Oh my go-Namjoon what the fu-” Before you have time to even process what’s happening part of Namjoon’s silk handkerchief is being teased at your bottom lip. It doesn’t even need further explanation. You take the hint and the idea alone has you fluttering around his finger. Reclining your jaw fully, accepting the makeshift gag, which is essentially a $300 piece of designer silk.

Namjoon moans, low, and guttural almost like he’s getting off on the sight alone and now he’s really goin in, lips laced around the bud. He’s never been shy with his pleasure, always down to let you know how much he enjoys this, and every sound leaving his lips, flutters through your veins. Sending vibrations straight to your core as he continues sucking on your clit mercilessly like it’s a straw and he hasn’t broken eye contact ...once. Those dragon eyes looking even more honed due to his current high setting in!

“Yeah,fuck yeah, you wanna scream for me baby?” You can feel him smirking against your heat, as he pulls his fingers free, swirling his tongue around the tip of your clit one more time before fully releasing you from his mouth. An obscene trail of spit dragging from his tongue in the process, using your own arousal to slick himself up

You’re giving Namjoon a look, right now, and you've done this far too many times, he knows exactly what you want as he smiles down at you, a hit of something dirty teasing on the ends as he removes the silk from your mouth. Leaning forward with pursed lips, aiming right down your throat, his aims a little off, getting a little on the corner of your mouth which he swiftly collects with the tip of his tongue before rolling that into your mouth as well.

A low moan starting on his tongue and ending on yours as he slides his dick against your lips teasingly, until he just lays right between them. Hard and pulsating against you. “Think you can stay quiet for me or do I need to gag you again?”

Your jaw starts to recline in leu of a verbal response, Namjoon makes a low, and surprisingly needy sound, as you reach out tangling your fingers in his hair. Tugging at his scalp until it burns, as if to say your growing impatient “God your so fuckin sexy, open up for me baby”.

Grabbing the makeshift gag back between your swollen lips “Tell me if you need me to-stop-“

Reaching between your thighs laying your hand over his, done with the bullshit at this point. Placing Namjoon right where you want him, tip teasing at your entrance. You go to removing your hand and he grips your wrist “Nah, don’t stop..” Eyes locked, ice blonde locks falling into his face, skin already creating a slight sheen between his brows.

Keeping still, and allowing you to set the pace as you start to push against him. “That’s it“ He murmurs, bushing his fingers along your clit, the added sensation helping you ease him in. “Guide me in, take what you need baby” There’s a slight smirk playing on his lips, as he dimples down at you.

It's a lot, he's a lot, as the pressure builds within your core as your body tries to accommodate the stretch. There’s suddenly a fist, hitting the door so faint rumbling under all the commotion, and music from the party that you almost missed it! Your eyes meet instantly, both silently agreeing to just ya know...ignore it! Not even, a full 30 seconds later...your phone starts vibrating against the table....

You already knew who it was, hint's why you weren't phased! Your guards made it very clear that no one was to know where you were when they got the key from the hotel manager. More importantly they noted you needed solitude and privacy to go over tonight’s speech. With that being said there’s only 3 people who would have the balls to come and knock on this door.

So you don’t stop, and Namjoon's a second away from losing his shit, gnawing on his bottom lip to muffle the deep moan building in his chest. It’s a slow penetrating pace letting yourself clinch and release as you push in deeper. Joon’s a big boy, and if he didn’t know any better he’d think you were trying to Suffocate him! Yet he still Instinctively rocks forward, helping you breach through, chasing after the pleasure with such intensity it was almost dizzying! At this point you aren’t sure if you’re running towards or away from him as your spine starts to bow.

Blunt nails digging into your thighs. “God, baby-fuckkkk” Head dropping to the crook of your neck a second away from drooling, panting out hot and heavy the deeper he goes. A chill coursing down his spine at the way your body just slowly starts morphing around him...“Baby” He’s whining and you’re reeling in the sound, thighs clamped around his back no matter how hard they’re shaking. Forcing him to slide all the way home until he’s finally bottomed out, and then he stills. Pelvis flush against your stomach as the tip of your stiletto grazes Namjoons shoulders.

You try shifting your hips downward until Joon's hand stills your hips.

“ You already, k-know...she’s not going to stop until we answer her, let’s just-”

There’s a slight growl that works from your throat, and that’s his breaking point reaching forward to snatch the handkerchief out of your mouth before gripping the hinge of your jaw between his fingers!

‘Hey, hey...stop..” A soft shushing noise that leaves his lips “Talk to me, what the fuck’s got you so pissed off that-”

There’s a clipped little chuckle that leaves your throat and it’s nothing short of bitter. Nails digging into his shoulders hard enough to break skin “I walked in on my dad, and some fuckin Jung and Associates intern this morning. Fun fact: The only reason I was coming to see him in the first place was to inform him that my grandmother probably won’t even make it through the week and we should book a flight to go be with my mom!”

Oh

Namjoon’s Eyes fall almost comically wide at that, honestly they almost look stuck, until they finally flutter shut briefly...a sharp breath shuttering through his body. Processing the words you just let fall from your mouth letting them settle on his tongue a little because what the actual fuck!

“So yeah, I could give you a million fuckin reasons why I came here tonight feenin for a distraction!”

The silence that fell over the room, though short, was painfully oppressive! What's crazy is for the average pair a little outburst like that would've killed the entire mood. However unfortunately, or I guess fortunately for you...this type of shit is more common than a Chanel Boy bag at brunch. Namjoon's not even phased, I mean granted he's heartbroken for you because he cares more than he'll probably ever admit...but he's not completely thrown for a loop as one would and should be in this moment. But hey...again...welcome to the world of Yn/Ln and Namjoon Kim, nothings even remotely normal around here!

There’s a shaky exhale that ruptures through your body, eyes rapidly diverting away from his. Fluttering up at the ceiling and if he didn’t know any better he’d think you were blinking back tears. Your heart is hammering painfully hard against your rib cage right now and you have a sudden urge to completely hide your face in the crook of his neck. Feeling far too open ironically enough, more so because now you’re feeling vulnerable, which is an emotion you’re not too fond of. However the man on top of you knows you better than you’d like to acknowledge, it’s instantaneous the way his gaze softened! Forehead dropping against your own, exhaling a deep slow breath almost as if he’s re-centering himself.

Namjoon can feel your entire body start to tense, prying a sharp hiss slipped past his swollen lips at the sudden tension wrapped around his shaft!

“Breathe” he murmured quietly ironically enough out of breath his damn self! “You need me to pull-“ Though you still wouldn’t look at him, the curt nod that cut him off mid sentence made your stance on the matter very clear!

Flicking his tongue against his index and middle finger before continuing his mensations between your thighs. Obviously the gesture is sexual but the overall goal isn’t to get you off right now, just to subconsciously get you to open up a little so your body will relax around him again. Soft counterclockwise motions....light enough to almost count as teasing if the air was different t! “Breathe, baby girl, hey, look at me ...”

You let out another shaky breath, eyes shut, hips shifting slightly to try to almost rock against his fingers. “Namjoon I don't-“

“Want to deal with my pretentious, obnoxious face, you just want to get fucked, pretty baby I know . But I’m not doing anything until you calm down, and look at me...”

You do or at least you try, the pout more than evident on your lips even as his palm smooths up your hip. Squeezing hard enough to send a chill trickling up your spine, lashes fluttering , leaning into the warmth beneath his palm. "There's my girl" He known exactly what he's doing, the touch his grounding, possessive even.... as if to remind you that no matter how gone you feel He’s here. Right. Here.

“ Now look me in the eyes and tell me again what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

This wasn’t and ego thing and you know it, you’re minds a cluster fuck and Namjoon's currently acting as a secondary drug right now! He’s the last person to judge, lord knows you've been his vice more times that either of you can count. However while you’re in such a state he needs you to look him in the eyes and tell him what you want!

You blinked once, slowly, before you swallowed, nodding as you met his gaze head on! “Joon, I want-” you started trying to keep your voice somewhat controlled “I need, you to fuck me. I promise will talk later but right now I just need-fuck Please.”

Namjoon hummed quietly, leaning down and pressed a kiss to your mouth slowly sliding his tongue between your lips massaging the muscle against his own. Realistically you don't have time for this kinda shit, but it is what it is..... He needs to shift the mood back a little, granted Joon's still hard as fuck and you're still flowing like an ocean...but mentally he needs to bring you down...just a little bit....

A tiny noise ruptured in your throat somewhere between a moan and a gasp, warping your arms around his neck. Clinging to the man above you as if he was everything you needed and then some! I know you said you just needed a distraction, and yeah the sex is A1... but moments like these make it very hard not to wonder if this goes more than just the two of you being fuck buddies!

Namjoon kissed you again, then nudged your head to the side, pressing his mouth to the crook of neck. “Mmm, yeah, relax for me baby I got you....” he murmured softly. “Yeah, yeah...that’s my good girl...” Namjoon breathed quietly, licking a stripe up your neck, sucking absently at the spot right being your ear as he gave an experimental thrust. Slow, somewhat shallow, testing the waters a little as he circles his hips against your own. The soft almost pliant whimper that muffles into his bleached locks was all the approval he needed.

Your phone started buzzing again only this time…

“ How much ti-I don’t give a single fuck. Stop. Who’s up now? Park? Yeah? Great, so will see you in ten.” I don’t even think Namjoon gave Melissa time to get in a word edgewise before he threw your phone against the table hard enough to almost shatter the device.

I doubt that was meant to be as sexy as it was but…...

“Alright...." It's almost scary the way his entire aura changes once his focus shifts back to you. Tone softening eyes growing even darker , but this time for a completely different reason than seconds prior...

"Now. Wrap your legs back around my back...tight, and put that fuckin handkerchief back in your mouth.”

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SO yeah, lol that's all she wrote, if this get's enough love I'll edit part 2! It picks off where this left off, so we do see the rest of the gala, there's a after party situation in which we get to meet Jin and Tae a little more as well!

Hint, the other Vauss boy is a BTS member, both boys were adopted so they have hyphenated last names! Meaning Kookie would be Jungkook Jeon -Vauss...sooo who do you think his brother is? AKA the one Joon knows the OC is obviously fucking on the side as well?

There's also numerous plots and storylines that flutter though this...OT7 will all have intertwining roles. It was outlined to have a lot of drama, secret's, sex, boujee fun, and scandals lol! But the smut is only going 3/4 members deep....

There's the possibility of 2 of the boys being Bi, one of them would be Joon! I also played with the idea of just doing little one off one shots as well with the members once the universe was a little more established...but yeah lemme know what you guys think! Come talk to me, I'll be a lil active this weekend!

LOVE,

ROCKI

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