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Your body melted further into Namjoons as he held you closely, kissing your lips tenderly. You ran your tongue along his bottom lip and he groans.

"You ready to go?" He hums against your lips.
You continue to kiss him without responding, pressing your pelvis into his. You can feel him hardening through his jeans. You smirk and speak softly between kisses.

"You brought me up here....a movie theatre.....to the roof....with this romantic ass ambiance...just to express your feelings..then take me home to fuck me" you bite and pull at his bottom lip with your teeth.
Namjoon laughs breathily.

"Express? That wasn't expressing myself...that was ...uhm calculated word vomit. I can show you how I really express myself if you want.."
You slap his chest and push him back.

"Per...vert" you mouth.

His eyes crinkle as he smiles.

"No seriously...I can show you what I mean better than I can tell you. You trust me?"
Namjoon looms over you, eyes wide with affection.

You couldn't believe how daring you were becoming, openly flirting, public displays of affection...it wasn't like you. But it was passionate. You needed this change.

"No, I do not" you playfully punch his chest.

"But I do want to see..."

Namjoon bites his bottom lip softly and leans in.

"Then let's get out of here."

You arrive back at Persona, which is bright and alive from wall to wall. Holding Namjoons hand, the two of you weave through the crowd of dancers until you reach the hidden stairway leading to his loft.

Once inside, you drop your bag on the kitchen table and sit.

"Oh hell no" you exhale dramatically as Namjoon kneels in front of you with a bandana folded to act as a blindfold.

"Please? Just for a minute, I need to set the mood. " Namjoon looks like a giant puppy, his hands resting on your knees, eyes wide and twinkling.

"You aren't gonna do anything to me when these are on are you? " you chide, snatching a scrap of cloth before placing it over your eyes.

"Do you want me to?" Namjoon quickly stands to help you tie a knot at the back of your head to secure the bandana in place.

"Namjoon.." you growl and he laughs.

"No, I won't. Not tonight...I want you to see everything " and with that, his presence disappeared behind you.

You heard him moving around, the shuffling of what could be fabric or paper, the bass pulsating from the music downstairs. Nervously you chewed your bottom lip in anticipation. Being deprived of sight made you anxious. Years of being conditioned to the lack of control, you clung to it like a lifeline. in your newfound independence But since meeting the man moving quickly and quietly behind you, control respectfully left the room.

After about 2 to 3 minutes, you felt a hand gently clasping over yours. The hand gently tugged you to stand, turn around and take a few cautious steps forward. Namjoon slips the blindfold over your head and stands behind you, dipping his head in the crook of your neck as you took in the scene before you.

A large portion of the floor, from the kitchen to the bathroom, has been covered in thick transparent plastic, and on top of the plastic laid a large white sheet. Placed in a row along the edges of the sheet were bottles of paint in an array of beautiful colors. On the edge, nearest to you were 2 pairs of white slippers and a jar of coconut oil.

Confused you, purse your lips.

"Ok??" You say quietly, still examining the setup.

Namjoon continues to nuzzle you.

"Ok, I'll explain."

Please do

Namjoon moves to stand next to you.
"Aside from music, I also paint to allow everything going on up here " he places a finger to his temple. "and here" pointing to his chest. "To release in a controlled and non-destructive way. Through music, I let out the things I want to say, that I normally cant in normal conversations. And through painting, I release everything that cant be put into words. The things I see in my mind that can't be explained."

Now you understand. "So you want to paint" you confirm.

"Yeah...I do. Now take off your clothes"
You shoot him a hesitant expression.

"All of......my clothes" you swallow. The tone of command and authority in his voice hits your libido like a ton of bricks.

"What did I say about being shy? You should never be shy with me. Hell....you know more about me than most people." Namjoon begins stripping naked in front of you shamelessly, lifting his white shirt over his head to reveal his beautiful blank abdomen and toned chest. Tossing his shirt aside and unbuttoning/unzipping his jeans, he looks up at you expectantly since you're still fully dressed.

"So you want to paint...naked" you reconfirm.
Now in only his underwear, Namjoon comes closer to you, untying the flannel around your waist and tugging the hem of your t-shirt up slowly.

"You know...this may help you get out of your own head too Dr.Song. You think way too much". Namjoon lifts your shirt over your head, leaving you in your bra and black jeans.
He did it again. Something about the way he called you by your title melted you like butter, pooling inside and below your belly.

You begin to breathe heavily as Namjoon drops to his knees in front of you. Unbuttoning your pants and peeling them down your smooth thighs, Namjoon licks his lips as he's now faced to face with your moist center of pleasure. Helping you shakily step out of your bottoms and kicking off your shoes, Namjoon runs his wide hands up your legs. Pressing his thumbs firmly against your inner thighs on either side of your dampened clothed lips, Namjoon looks up at you as if requesting your permission before proceeding.

You nod and bite your lip, watching with lust-filled eyes as he peeled your panties down from your skin. Namjoon sighs and licks his lips at the sight of you, shaven and glistening.
"You know, after the end of every one of our sessions.....After watching you squirm in your seat..pressing your thighs together. I always wonder how wet you must have been at that exact moment."

You let out a small moan as Namjoon runs his thumb up the slit of your pussy, stopping at your clit and pressing it gently.

"I also would wonder, what kind of sounds would come out of that pretty mouth if I did this "

Namjoon continues to rub at your clit deliciously slow, making you moan and pant through your bitten bottom lip.

"Or this.." Without removing his thumb, Namjoon slips two fingers between your lips and they glide inside you with ease. Curling them slightly, Namjoon tugs you forward.
You squeal at the sudden pressure.

"And more than anything I wondered what would happen if I did this" With one more intended tug of his two fingers inside of you, Namjoon's waiting tongue makes contact with your clit. Pulling you into his face, his long soft expert tongue lapped at your slickness. As he devoured you where you stood, you placed your hands on his shoulders for support. Your legs quivered and your knees weakened by the delicious onslaught. Throwing your head back and moaning shamelessly, Namjoon's eyes were fixed on you above him. It was like a dream come true...literally.

You felt your climax bubbling up from the soles of your feet and your breathing hitched.

"Mmm Nam..oh Namjoooon!" You shake almost violently as you feel yourself shattering in sensation into Namjoons mouth. He continues to suck on you until you're whining from overstimulation.

He finally pulls back, removes his fingers, and stands. He towers over you as you look up at his beautiful satisfied face, chin, and lips glistening.

You want to taste yourself on his lips so you pounce at his mouth without warning. You can feel him smiling against your lips as you run your tongue over his chin and bottom lip.
You don't know what had come over you, but you didn't care.

"As expected, you sound amazing" Namjoon lifts your chin and pecks your lips softly.

"I hope you're ok because I'm not done with you," he says softly into you.

You glanced down a Namjoon's long body to his bulging erection and silently beam with excitement.

Taking you by the hand, Namjoon leads you over to the white sheet.