Less than a year ago.....

It was date night.

You and Namjoon could finally find the time in between his busying schedule as a highly requested artist, to just enjoy being a couple.

The car ride was silent but peaceful as Namjoon drove through the streets of the city, one hand on the wheel the other clasped lightly over your bare thigh.

Something smooth was playing on the radio and you just let your head fall back against the headrest with your eyes closed as you appreciated the tune.

You feel Namjoon turning, the clicking of the turn signal confirming it.
Something tells you to open your eyes and you find yourself in a familiar parking lot nearing a very familiar building.

Namjoon pulls into his usual parking spot and cuts the engine. You stare ahead through the windshield at the building and furrow your brow.

"Wait...why are we at the studio?"

"I just have to stop in here for a second.." Namjoon mumbles as he removes the keys from the ignition and unbuckles himself.

"How long is a second Joonie?" You ask sternly as Namjoon opens his door to step out.

"a SECOND!" He huffs, shutting the door.

No, he didn't.

You hurriedly free yourself from the seatbelt and open your door to follow him. When Namjoon sees your head pop up from the other side of the car, he frowns.

"What are you..." he begins as he steps onto the curb.

You tug at the hem of your fitted black bodycon dress after stepping on the curb in your heels, feeling bloated, and suddenly out of breath from getting up so fast.

"The last time you told me you'd only be a second, I was in the car waiting for over an hour because you ran into Hoseok." Your heels click furiously against the pavement as you passed Namjoon to walk up the path leading to the recording studio's front door.

Namjoon lets you lead as he loved to admire your body from behind, your hips having a bit more sway in them.

And your ass....a bit more bounce.

He blinks to break his perverted trance as he trotted to catch up with you.

"How was I supposed to know he'd need my help with some English lyrics?"

You grunt in amusement when he reaches your side.

"Which is exactly why I'm coming in with you! So you don't get sidetracked and I and your child don't starve!" Your voice falls dramatically as you pout and Namjoon chuckles.

His eyes fall to the tiny pudge forming just below your naval in your skin-tight dress and smiles.

The two of you reach the door and Namjoon turns to tap his entry code on the keypad just beyond the entrance.

"Is this what I have to look forward to for the next 6 months?"  He huffs with a sarcastic grin but you don't find him the least bit amusing.

"Shut up and open the door smart ass.."

Namjoons newly renovated and personal studio space was a gift from Seokjin, giving him, Hoseok, and anyone other up-and-coming artists a place to create.

You hadn't been inside since the renovations first started so you were admittedly curious how it turned out.

And just as you'd envisioned, "Rkive" was so totally Namjoon.

Glass casings lining the walls filled with figurines and his prized collectibles that you thought were adorable.

His large monitor and desk full of recording equipment lined the back wall, whereas a door labeled "booth" stood in the corner.

The color scheme was very neutral, grey, black, and beige. The only furniture is an obscenely large couch and his trusty computer chair.

"So.....this is where the magic happens..." you stroll into the room, stepping out of your heels to give your feet a welcome break.

"Most of it yea" Namjoon chuckles as he plopped down in his chair, already booting up his computer.

Your eyes did another scan of the room, inhaling the freshly painted and waxed floor scent.

"It's pretty cozy in here." You remark when you near the couch.

Namjoons is clicking and typing away as he worked quickly and distractedly.
"Uh, yeah....sometimes sessions run late so that couch folds out into a bed." He says and you nod, the urge to curl up on the massive futon nagging at you.

"Hmm..." is all you say as you sit down.

As you expected, Namjoons quick stop took way longer than a second and you were thankful you had your phone to occupy you as he silently read the computer screen.

After scrolling for a few minutes, you are already bored with the internet.

Tossing your phone aside, you decided to creep on your devastatingly handsome boyfriend in his crisp black dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and his matching slacks.

Namjoons expression hardened as he focused on what appeared to be an email, this sharp jaw tensing and his cheek hollowed in as he bit the flesh from the inside.
He furrows his brow and lifts his hand to run it through his handsomely styled hair that sat parted and off of his forehead.

Suddenly, devious thoughts flood your mind and you find yourself pressing your thighs together from where you sat as you admired your man.

Damn these raging pregnancy hormones.

"You look sexy in that chair..." you say softly, hoping he'd turn around and give you some attention.

"Do I?" Namjoon quirks a brow and smirks, his eyes never leaving the screen.

You pout.

"Yep."

But inspiration unfurls in the eyes of the tiny sex demon deep inside of you, and you're already approaching Namjoons chair.

You regard the screen curiously, seeing his inbox full of feature requests and demo tracks.

Namjoon sorts through each message, responding to a few, ignoring some.

He feels your body pressing against the back of his chair and he looks over his shoulder.

"Sneaking up on me?" He smirks and you sigh cutely.

"Bored.." you lean over the back of the chair, draping your arms over his chest and resting your chin on his shoulder.

"I'm almost done baby, then we can get back to date night." He murmurs and you hum in response.

As he continued to type, you leaned your head over, your eyes falling on his perfectly sculpted neck.

You inhale his deliciously masculine scent and lean closer so that you can kiss his golden skin.

Namjoon barely responds and you roll your eyes, so you kiss him again but add a bit of tongue.

Namjoon stiffens and gasps, letting you know that you were now getting his attention.

Your tongue finds its way to Namjoons earlobe and he shivers at the feeling, leaning into you before reaching back to caress your head as you teased his sweet spot.

"Babe..." he sighs and responds with a soft nibble.

"I thought you were hungry?" Namjoon shudders when you trail kisses back down his neck as he massaged your scalp.

"I am..." you murmur before you close your lips around his pulse. You suck hard and Namjoon tenses.

"Well...w..what are you.." he chuckles and hisses when he feels your teeth grazing his skin.

You hum with appreciation as your hands glide over Namjoons shoulders, feeling the tight muscles through his dress shirt.

"...Baby...how are gonna make it to the restaurant if you..."

You bite down on his neck again and smile against his flesh at his carnal reaction.

"So feed me."

Namjoon notes the challenge in your tone and catches your adventurous hands as they tried to begin undoing the buttons at his collar, grasping them to lift over his head so he could turn in his chair to face you.

You don't hesitate to mount him, the stretchy fabric of your dress rolling up your thighs as you spread them over his broad midsection.

Namjoon looks up at you, his eyes hooded, expectant, and in complete awe at how beautiful you were.

He didn't care that you were interrupting his work.

He didn't care that you were assuming his normally dominant role.

He didn't mind letting you take the reigns every so often.

Especially since finding out that you were expecting and extremely needy.

He would give you anything you wanted as long as you were pleased.

You lean down and seize his lips, your tongue overtaking his pliant mouth hungrily.

You roll your hips against Namjoons lap, relishing the sweet friction stimulating your extra sensitive heat.

A strained moan fills your kiss, spurning Namjoon as he guided you by your hips to ride his clothed lap.

The chair slides away from the controls snd the computer as Namjoon scooted towards the door with his lips still connected to yours.

He pauses only for a second to lean over and lock the door before pulling you back to his lips, scooting back towards the center of the room.

Namjoon stretched the straps at your shoulders pulling them down to expose your breasts, feeling and looking heavier these days.

He takes one of your nipples into his mouth and suckles gently, making you cry out as he urged you to continue grinding against him.

Your walls ached and clenched as Namjoons grip tightened and you threw your head back in ecstasy.

As sensitive as you were, you could easily cum just like this.

But you weren't in any rush.

"Joonie..." you murmur, looking down to watch him lick at your puffy nipples greedily.

He looks up at you, his tongue never stalling its slick twirling against you.

"This room...mmm fuck... it's...soundproof right?"

Namjoon doesn't respond, only smirking and latching his whole mouth over your breast, taking as much in his mouth as he could.

You could feel his tongue flicking against your nipple as he sucked and the sensation is like a lightning bolt, sending heat straight to your core.

The garbled moans that escape you are unholy and Namjoon chuckles as he pulls away from your nipple, a thin line of saliva chasing his tongue.

"Did you just..." he smirks at the sight of you twitching and panting over him, your bottom lip swollen from being bitten.

"Shut up.." you whine, embarrassment flooding your cheeks as you came down from the abrupt orgasm.

Namjoons smile doesn't falter as he glances down at the darkened circle of moisture staining his dress pants.

"Oh baby....you came hard all over Daddy's pants..." his voice deepens and you gulp.

There indeed was a significant amount of evidence of your orgasm but you were nowhere being sated.

Weakly and slowly, you rocked against him again, the sensation just as strong as it was before you came and Namjoon feels himself stiffen at the sight.

"Joonie...I need you." You whine shamelessly.

"Where baby? What do need?" Namjoon reaches up to cup your cheek, rubbing your pouted bottom lip with his thumb.

"You. Everywhere." You whimper and Namjoon wastes no time as he stands, bringing you with him as he stepped towards the large sofa.

He drops you gently against the cushions as you wriggle to pull your dress off the rest of the way while he slowly undressed, standing over you like the marbled masterpiece he was.

Namjoon tosses his shirt aside and reaches for his belt but you stop him, taking the initiative to yank the leather strip from his loops and pull his hard and heavy dick from his boxers.

You take him into your mouth without a word and coat him with generous amounts of saliva as you bobbed your head up and down his long shaft.

"God Dammit Babe...." Namjoon grunts as his hips involuntarily rock forward to slide into your mouth and throat. You moan around him and gaze up to find his eyes locked on you.

"You like sucking me up don't you baby?" He bites his lip.

"Mmmhmm" you muffle around him and he hisses at the vibrations.

"I know you do..." he begins running his hands through your hair, pushing it back from your face.

The moisture pooling from your sex was almost alarming, but you couldn't spare a fuck as Namjoon fucked your face and mumbled his praises from above you.

Telling you how good your mouth felt.
How perfect you are.
How beautiful you look with his dick in your mouth.
How hard you make him.
How wet he bet you were.
How bad he wanted you...

Your walls start twitching again as the threat of another orgasm crested and you realize that as you took Namjoon in your mouth, you were rocking against the edge of the sofa.

Your clit receives more delicious friction.

Your moans grew strained, a sound Namjoon knew all too well.

By your hair, Namjoon quickly pulls your mouth away, drops to his knees, and pulls you forward by your spread legs to nestle his face right over your throbbing entrance.

"Damn................. Did you cum again??" Namjoon stares at your leaking sex with wide lust-filled eyes, his tongue running over his bottom lip.

You trembled and whined, this orgasm hitting you just as sudden as the first, and again came the hint of embarrassment.

You tried to close your legs but Namjoon shakes his head, locking you wide open for him to admire your pink glistening beauty.

"Oh no baby, I need to see this.......Come here.." Namjoon mumbles as he leans down to plant a soft kiss on your clit and you twitch in response.

Experimentally, Namjoon closes his mouth around the swollen bud and sucks gently and your thighs twitch and tremble almost violently.

"Wait...Joonie w..wait...oh fuck..." you cry as Namjoon continues to suck at your clit relentlessly.

He reaches up to massage your nipple with one hand, using the other to spread your folds to give him more access.

You reach down to run your fingers through Namjoons hair, which was now cut shorter and dyed a beautiful light brown.

The handsome style he had before was no more as you gripped him steady and rolled your hips into his eager mouth.

Namjoon groans against you, his member jumping and stiffening in reaction to your sensual sounds and movements.

His tongue darts out to slip inside of you only to taste your walls.

You clenched around his tongue and that was when Namjoon had had enough.

Swiftly he flips your body over, your front flopping against the soft cushions of the couch and you feel Namjoons hand cupping your swollen lips from behind, his middle finger rubbing over your clit before gliding down to sink into you.

"You're so fucking wet..." he groans softly.
He pulls your moisture from your entrance and uses it to lubricate his painfully hard length as he strokes himself.

"Let me know if I'm too rough baby.." Namjoon says lovingly but you can't stop your eyes from rolling.
He never was afraid of being too rough before...

But you knew he was only being cautious because he cared.

Instead of saying something condescending, you opted to deepen the arch in your back, offering yourself up to him like the good little freak you were.

And Namjoon couldn't be happier to oblige you.

He fucked you so deep and just hard enough but not as hard as he usually went.

But he felt so good anyway, you didn't care.

The sounds of your ass slapping hard against his pelvis echoed in the studio, acting as the percussion, the pulse of the sexiest beat Namjoon had ever made.

Your moans were the melody and his occasional groans and curses were the adlibs and punch-ins.

Namjoon readjusted his angle, aiming straight for the spot, building up from the bridge to the final chorus as he chased your third orgasm and his first.

"I'm...I'm gonna..." you pant and Namjoon drills into you faster.

Almost there.

Finally, you erupt, hitting the high note as the song hits its climax and Namjoon rides the beat out until he's spilling himself into you.

Namjoon pulls the futon out so that the two of you could lay down and cuddle, your previous plans were completely wrecked but it didn't matter.

This was much better.

You munched happily on something from Namjoons snack stash while he found a movie for the two of you to watch on Netflix.

Just then...

*knock knock*

"Um...Namjoonah...."

Both of you sit up at the sound of Hoseok's voice on the other side of the door.

"I thought we were the only ones here!!" You whisper harshly to Namjoon, who is doing all that he can not laugh at your expression.

He shakes his head and shrugs as he calls out to respond.

"Yea?"

"I was just gonna come ask for your help again with some lyrics........but It can wait." His tone is laced with embarrassment and all of the blood runs from your face.

"Yea some other time would be better. How's tomorrow?" Namjoon giggles to your dismay and Hoseok responds.

"Yea! Tomorrows great. I'll hit you up."

"Cool!" Namjoon ducks to avoid your swatting hands.

"Ok. You two enjoy your night."

Hoseok could have been sprinting away from the door from the sounds his quick footsteps made and you were flabbergasted.

You fell back against the cushions and stare at the ceiling.

"Hobi heard my sex sounds.."

"Babe no he didn't. The walls are soundproof." Namjoon fails to stifle his laugh at that.

"I could hear it in his tone. Hobi, sweet little Hobi....." you continued to stare ahead and Namjoon shakes his head in amusement.

"Oh please. "He grunts as he leaned over the side of the bed, reaching for something in his pants pocket conspicuously as you admired his back muscles.

"What?" You turn to face him.

"You don't even wanna know what kind of shit I've heard come walking by his studio."

"No...." you gasp.

"Yes." Namjoon nods.

"Not Hobi..." you faked an overly dramatic expression of shock that's even comical to you.

Namjoon finally lets himself laugh out loud it's so infectious that you're soon laughing right along with him.

After a few more minutes of scrolling, the two of you land on a movie.

You nestled down to cuddle in the crook of Namjoons arm and he reaches over to lift your chin to his lips, kissing you softly before reaching lower to rub your tiny baby bump.

"Song....." he says after an extended silence, both of your eyes fixed on the screen.

"Hmm?" You hum, craning your neck to look Namjoon in the face when he doesn't immediately respond.

And when you do, your jaw drops at what Namjoon held in between his fingers.

A ring.

"Marry me."

The End and the Beginning 💜

Thank you all again for reading 💜💜
I had to give you guys one more smutty scene to end this story and I do hope I didn't disappoint.

More crazy Namjoon stories are cooking so don't worry, even if Manic Namjoon is put to rest, another Namjoon is on the way to blow someone's wig off

Speaking of which...

Retrograde
Coming soon...

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