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Moon: Are you still in the building?
Peeking at the message on your phone while you continued to type on your computer, you sighed, disappointed and somewhat regretting working late today.
There was only one reason Moon would text you, and you weren't really in the mood for it.
You missed him, though. You missed the little sounds he'd make when he was concentrating, the fidgeting he did when writing lyrics or the little touches he gave you while he was reading on the couch next to you.
All it took was a couple of days to feel his absence in your life.
Stupid man had your heart wrapped around his fingers.
Trying to be positive, you considered that maybe Moon might need help with some songs he was writing. He usually bounced ideas off of you and asked your opinion on specific word choices, especially when he wrote about and for his female audience. He had learned his lesson all those years ago and now double—and triple—checked any lyrics that might seem too distasteful.
Those particular moments, where you sat together in the evenings and exchanged ideas, were some of your favourites because they were intimate. They made you think that there was the possibility for more.
Ro: Yeah, I'm finishing up something before leaving.
The response was instantaneous, your phone not even having the chance to touch the surface of your desk before it buzzed again.
Moon: Studio?
Disappointed but not wanting to show it, you replied that you'd be up soon.
Moon read the message but didn't answer.
Dread tugged at your heart. You had been too naive— too stupidly hopeful— that it might be something else. Quickly, you finished highlighting a few sentences in your document, tidied up your desk and left the office.
Taking the elevator up to the floor where Hybe had most of its studios, you distracted yourself by thinking of the chocolate cake you wanted to eat when you returned to your apartment. The dessert had been teasing you all day, constantly in the back of your mind, and honestly, it was more of a priority to you than Namjoon was at the moment—especially since the cake wouldn't disappoint you.
Walking towards Moon's studio, you bowed as you passed a few employees. It wasn't too suspicious to see you on this level. As a translator for Hybe, you were frequently surrounded by idols, especially the more internationally successful groups.
Once you reached your destination, you took a deep breath and knocked quietly on Namjoon's door. Before your knuckles could hit the wood again, the door opened and a hand gripped your wrist softly.
Everything happened so quickly. Namjoon pulled you into his studio, pinned you to the now-closed door, and slammed his lips on yours.
"Finally," Joon whispered as he pulled back before giving his full attention to your neck, kissing his way down to your collarbone.
You swallowed audibly, your hormones starting to react to his actions. A whimper rose in your throat as he bit down on your sensitive skin.
"Namjoon?" You whispered, your hands gripping his shirt.
He groaned in response, not taking his lips off of your neck. Then, your fuck buddy took your hands in his and brought them to the elastic edge of his underwear. You kept them there, letting your fingers dance around the waistband before you pushed against his body slightly. Joon lifted his head to look at you at the action, his lips red and a little swollen from attacking your neck and collarbone. His eyes were filled with sexual desire as he observed you. You swallowed again while arousal hummed through you, annoyed that you were so affected by his lustful gaze.
Namjoon glanced down at you and grinned, his dimples showing. With his smile, he looked totally innocent despite his recent actions.
"Sorry, bunny. It's been a long day, and I couldn't stop thinking about you."
The statement made your heart skip, though you knew he wasn't thinking about taking you on dates, your smile or a sweet moment you both shared.
No, he was thinking about fucking you.
This wasn't a relationship. It was... just... sex.
"You've been on my mind all day. I've had hours to think about what I want to do to you... how beautiful you sound while my head's between your legs." He whispered, bringing his face close to yours again.
His breath fanned your face, and he came in for another kiss. His hands lightly travelled down your neck, his index finger hooking your bra strap, bringing it down your arm. You brought your hands back to the waistband of his pants, circling your arms around his torso and travelling up his back, enticing him to take off his shirt. Namjoon got the message and broke away, pulling the material over his head and throwing it behind him. He smirked as he saw you looking over his chest, admiring his body. Joon knew he looked good. Hell, one of the reasons he worked out so much—bulked up as much as he had—was because of you. He loved how you admired him, how you constantly touched him. Each and every time he saw your eyes dilate, Joon swore his ego grew three sizes bigger.
Your soft touches to his arms brought him back to the present. Joon locked the door and pulled you towards his chair, getting you to straddle him. Somewhat giving in to your lust, you brought your lips to his neck and your hands to his biceps. At the same time, he circled his arms around your waist, groaning and throwing his head back, offering you more access to his neck. Namjoon loved it when you kissed him there, when you sucked on his neck. It made him feel so fucking good.
"Fuck," he whispered as you took your mouth off of his skin and started to get off of the chair, lowering yourself to your knees in front of him.
You could see his erection through his sweatpants, and your mouth watered at the sight. Glancing up at him from your position, you noticed how Namjoon was looking down at you, his eyes half-closed, teeth slightly biting his lower lip, completely turned on by your actions and the presence of you between his legs.
Keeping eye contact, you made your way to your fuck buddy's pants and pulled them down. Joon lifted his hips slightly to help out, his cock springing out and tapping his stomach.
Without wasting another second, you grabbed the base and brought the tip to your mouth, giving the head a few kitten licks. Joon ran his hands through your hair, encouraging you to take more. You did. You licked him from base to tip before taking as much as you could into your mouth, pausing and then starting to bob your head, hollowing out your cheeks and flattening your tongue.
Namjoon watched you as he leaned back in his chair, enjoying every second of what his beautiful Romanie—his little rope bunny, as he called her—was giving him. Her mouth felt like home, especially after such a long and hard day. He had been thinking about having her all afternoon, daydreaming about the many pretty positions he wanted to see his bunny in. Wholly dazed and influenced by lust, it was like a shock ran through his body when you just swallowed around him, the sensation allowing a new surge of hormones to flow through him.
"Yes, baby, yes." He groaned, his fingers gripping your hair tighter.
You took him out of your mouth and looked up at your dominant. He was so handsome the way he was now, with his tongue on his bottom lip, his eyes barely open and stared down at you.
Namjoon wanted you. He needed you now.
"Come here, Ro," he whispered, his voice deep and rough with arousal from everything you had been doing to him.
You shook your head and he tilted his to the side, waiting for the explication of your refusal. It wasn't to pressure you; it was more out of curiosity. You never said no to sex.
Knowing he was waiting for an answer, you looked down and paused.
"I'm on my period."
It was your last day, but still, he didn't need to know the real reason you didn't want sex at the moment. He didn't need to know that your heart was aching. That you were more interested in the cake in your fridge than the dick in your hands.
Joon bent down to your level and cupped your face, smirking. Like any proper, mature man, your cycle didn't disturb him. In fact, he knew sex during your time of the month could be beneficial, like providing relief from the pain of period cramps. He was sure he had a towel around here somewhere they could use or his gym shirt that he never wore to the gym.
He just needed his submissive to stop looking so uncomfortable about sharing the news with him first.
"It wouldn't be the first time we've made a mess," Namjoon said proudly and kissed you, trying to reassure you. "Besides, orgasms are more intense during your period, and I love to see you cum, bunny." He murmured against your lips.
You shook your head again and lowered yourself back to his cock.
"I just want to taste you," you muttered before taking him back in your mouth.
Namjoon wouldn't push you. He respected his bunny's boundaries. If you didn't want to have sex, that was fine. Although, he wanted to confirm that you were comfortable with what was happening. He needed to hear your consent.
"Are you sure, baby? Do you want to continue? We can stop." He asked.
In response, you swallowed around his dick and pumped what couldn't fit into your mouth; your answer was extremely clear.
Joon moaned, and his fingers found your hair again, encouraging you to take more of him. Your head went up and down, getting into a nice rhythm that drove your partner wild. He gave you dirty praises as you continued to let him fuck your mouth. One hand was in your hair, and the other was on the side of your face. Your dom smirked when he was able to feel himself through the thin flesh of your cheek.
So perfect.
Namjoon was completely fucked out, fully immersed in the scene... when his phone started ringing. He quickly looked at the caller ID, swore under his breath and allowed the phone to continue ringing. Fuck work, he had been in the studio with his bandmates all day, and you were finally in front of him. You, his baby bunny, were much more important than his job right now.
When the ringing finally stopped, Namjoon's shoulders relaxed as he concentrated more on you. The stress of work that had been disturbing him dissipated from his body.
Until the phone started to ring. Again.
And again.
"Pick it up, sir," you said, a scheme unfolding in your head.
Your dom raised his eyebrow and grabbed his phone, not questioning your motivations. The exhibitionist part of him loved what was happening.
"What?" He answered with annoyance.
The person on the other side of the phone started talking rapidly, not letting Namjoon interject. You took your chance and started going faster, giving extra licks and hollowing out your cheeks. Joon gasped, not expecting you to act out like this, to be the little brat he knew you were. Fuck, did it feel good, though. So good, in fact, that he didn't care that you had been mischievous.
However, he still wanted you to learn a bit of a lesson.
To get back at you, Namjoon gripped the back of your head tighter, forcing you down on his cock until he heard you gag. He bit his bottom lip harshly while listening to you choke, and he prayed that his hyung didn't hear the pretty little noises his sub was making right now.
Joon's breathing started to change, and you knew it meant he was getting close. The person on the phone hadn't shut up and seemed oblivious to Namjoon's shortness of breath that he was trying to keep quiet.
After a few more moments, your dom threw his head back and closed his eyes, his mouth opening slightly as he came down your throat. You swallowed as much as possible, some escaping from the sides of your mouth before you could catch it. Cleaning him up as nicely as you could, you heard him hiss quietly from overstimulation while you licked him. Looking up at him innocently, you wiped the corner of your mouth, catching the cum that had leaked out. Namjoon's eyes darkened at the action, and he leaned down to kiss you, wanting to taste himself on your lips and prove to the caveman living inside his mind that only he had got you this way.
You moaned in response to his actions as his tongue swiped into your mouth and only broke the kiss when your lungs begged for air.
Getting up from the floor, you grabbed his thighs for support as you tried to stand. Joon was still always on the phone, trying to interrupt the person on the other side of the line who still hadn't stopped talking. You guessed that by Namjoon's hesitancy to interrupt the monologue, it must have been one of his hyungs on the phone.
"I'm sorry," he mouthed.
You could tell he was sincere, which made you smile and shake your head. It was okay; work interrupted your time together so much that you had lost count, and he treated right now like it was a one-time thing. The sarcastic thought made you mentally roll your eyes.
Straightening out your clothes, you leaned down for a kiss when Namjoon unexpectedly whipped his chair around and shook his mouse to wake his computer.
"Hyung, stop. I'm looking for it right now. Don't worry about it. I'm sure I have it on file somewhere."
Namjoon clenched his jaw as Jin hyung continued to yell his ear off at how he had accidentally deleted the entire file for a song they had been working on.
You bit the inside of your cheek, slightly embarrassed that Moon hadn't noticed what you had tried to do, only focused on finding whatever file on his computer. You decided not to stand awkwardly and wait for his call to finish. You didn't know how long that would be, and you had been at work long enough. There were other things you wanted to get done tonight.
Quietly, you slipped out of Namjoon's studio before he could notice that you had left. Hastily, you sped walked to your office to grab your purse and coat and escaped to the parking lot and into the car in record time.
Driving home, you admired the nightlife of Seoul, slightly envious of the couples and groups of friends you saw walking down the streets. You wished that you could do those types of things with Namjoon. You wished that Namjoon would hold your hand and touch you with care somewhere other than in the privacy of his studio. You wished that he would touch you softly, like a lover and not a fuck buddy.
With a sigh, you raked your fingers through your hair and decided to shuffle a playlist to distract yourself for the rest of the drive. You sang along as loudly as you could to every song that came up that you knew, and it worked.
For the most part.
♡✦♤✦✩
Your keys jingled as you unlocked your door, the only noise in the deathly quiet hallway. It was about midnight now, and you assumed most people were out or sleeping since it was Friday.
You flicked the lights on and threw your belongings on the little table beside the door, slowly making your way to the kitchen and humming as you went. You convinced yourself not to have dinner, as it was way past that time anyway, and you had tastier things on the menu.
Opening the fridge to grab the small chocolate cake Daeshim had dropped off this morning, you set it on the counter and opened all the cabinets until you found what you were looking for. Grabbing that and a match, you stuck the candle in the cake and lit it.
Closing your eyes, you made a wish and blew out the candle.
"Happy birthday to me."