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You were a good sister.
You weren’t going to leave before your brother even got to the stage.
You MIGHT get kicked out before then though, you thought to yourself, glaring as another random hand smacked your ass as they walked past you.
You decided it was time to find a seat, preferably against a wall, and scanned the venue. The place was absolutely packed; the smell of weed, sweat, and God knows what else overpowering your senses. This was one of the biggest rap battles in the area, and yet they always booked places that were way too small to hold it in. Finally, you spotted a small booth in the very back, somehow free of people, and you make your way through the clouds of smoke and wandering hands. You crumble into the seat with a sigh of contentment. Perhaps your poor ass won’t bruise now.
You pull out your phone, prepared to entertain yourself until your brother was on stage. It wasn’t that you didn’t like the music, or the scene. It was just really hard to be interested when every other rapper was up there talking about boning each others Mom’s and getting high. Your brother had his moments where he would say stuff not much better, but most of the time you enjoyed his lyrics. Unfortunately, this was a rap battle, so you wouldn’t get to hear his better stuff. These were mostly just talking shit about each other to music.
“Excuse me, you mind if I sit here?” a deep voice rumbles near your ear.
You look up to find an incredibly handsome, and very tall, guy looking down at you, dimples on full display. He was dressed in all black. From the black skinny jeans that encased his long legs, to his black snapback on top of his bleached blonde hair. You must have been staring too long, because he gestured to the seat again, probably thinking you hadn’t heard him.
“Oh, uh, yeah. Go ahead.” You mumbled, blushing with embarrassment.
Don’t act weird, be cool.
“Sorry. Normally I wouldn’t poach on some random person’s table like this, but there is, like, literally no other spot open. This place is packed tonight!” He chuckles, looking around the building, before turning back to you.
“Although,” he says, pointing at your phone, “It doesn’t look much like you’re into this much.”
“Well, I’m mostly just here because my brother’s going to be battling. I still keep an ear out, in case someone says something interesting. Usually though, once you’ve heard one song about Mom’s, sisters, and cars, you’ve heard them all. I think one time there was even a Llama involved.” You shrug, setting your phone down and turning to Dimples (Since he still had yet to tell you his name).
“A Llama? Wait, don’t tell me. I don’t want to know.” He laughs, the sound giving you goosebumps. Normally, you didn’t pay much attention to the guys that hung around these events, but this one had you feeling all types of ways.
“I’m Namjoon, by the way.” He reaches his hand out and you grasp it in a firm shake, hoping you weren’t sweating and obvious.
“I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you.” You managed (somehow) to sound calm and cool. This was going well.
“Are you going to be performing?” You ask, curious if he’s just a fan or a rapper himself.
“Not this time. I don’t mind battling my friends, but I prefer solo stage. Like, I don’t mind watching these, I just like my raps to have meaning. Not me standing there dissing some dude’s face. And I promise, I have never written any lyrics about Llamas.” He smiles over at you, making you giggle.
“And your rap name is?”
“Well, it’s uh…” he pauses for a minute, rubbing the back of his neck. He obviously thought you were going to judge the hell out of his name. You probably were, you weren’t going to kid yourself, but you wouldn’t say anything to his face.
“It’s Rap monster.”
“Huh. Well, it’s not the WORST I’ve heard. Remember Llama guy? His name was MC McGriddle. I finally convinced him that it would be in his best interests to change his name. He finally did. Now he’s Hilbo Haggins. I don’t think he understands the concept of copyrights.” You smiled over at him.
Even the way he laughs is adorable. Shoulders shaking, throwing his body around around. Both dimples showing.
Damn, this guy is fucking cute.
The waitress finally came around to collect orders, and you both decided it would be fun to get shitfaced together, and ordered three beers and five shots each. Go big or go home. You both spent the rest of the two hour show drinking, making fun of the horrible rappers, and getting to know each other. You could barely remember you had a brother, let alone if you’d seen his performance. Suddenly, every light on the venue is turned on, and they are calling for everyone to clear out. As you stand up to leave, you realize that you might be a bit more drunk than you’d thought you were as you struggle to keep yourself upright. Namjoon grabs your shoulder and puts his other hand on your back to help steady you.
“Whoa, we’re a little wobbly, yeah? You cool?” He murmurs in your ear, as you try to pull yourself together. You shrug him off and stand up straight.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just drunk off my ass is all. You’re not much better there, handsome.”
He had just finished throwing his snapback back on his head and was struggling to put his jacket back on when he paused.
“You think I’m handsome?” He smirked at you, and you could feel yourself blush.
“Uh, I mean. You’re alright I guess. Beer goggles.” You panic, reaching for your purse and getting ready to leave.
“Hey, uh, I could, like, walk you home? I mean, if you’re not already leaving with your brother?” Namjoon stuttered, and surprised you when you saw a blush form on his own face. He really was too fucking cute.
“No, he probably already left with some girl to go to his place. I wouldn’t want to burden you, but I’d appreciate it.”
Namjoon smiled widely. “Well, after you.” He gestures to the doors, and the two of you walk out into the cool night.
The silence was driving you crazy. You knew that it was most likely that the two of you were way too drunk to really focus, but it was already so quiet out. You shuffled along, occasionally kicking a rock or sneaking a glance over at Namjoon. He’d caught you looking a couple times, and responded with nothing more than a tight smile. You huffed, and berated yourself for being so damn awkward. You were almost home, but you didn’t really want the night to end yet.
Think of something to say already!
Suddenly, you hear what could only be his stomach rumbling, and you have an idea.
“You know whats great after a night of drinking?” You smirk over at him, laughing internally at his suspicious look.
“What’s that?” He drawls, looking down at your mouth, before meeting your eyes again.
Oh ho, I know what you’re thinking about, big boy.
“TACOS!” You declare, finger to the sky, and he laughs.
“That actually sounds great, but there are no Mexican food places open this late, and I have maybe $4.” He sighs, sounding so forlorn.
“Perhaps not real tacos, but Monster tacos from Jack in the box are a drunk person’s best friend. There’s one right around the corner here. And some drunk guy thought I was a waitress earlier, and slipped me a $15 tip. I’ll be your Sugar Mama today.” You chuckle, and wrap your arm through his, as he smiles down at you.
The restaurant was packed with other drunk as hell people from the battle who all had the same idea, so you decided to get your stuff to go. Your apartment was only another three minutes from the restaurant, so you told Namjoon to just join you at your place, instead of fighting for seating for the second time tonight. He’d seemed hesitant, but ultimately agreed, and now you found yourselves on your couch, back to the awkwardness. You sighed internally, wishing you were more suave.
You handed Namjoon the remote control, telling him to find something to watch, as you divvied out the food. He flicked through a few channels before leaving it on a documentary, and the both of you focused on your tacos.
“You know, I tried to eat one of these sober once. Worse thing I’d ever eaten. But for some reason, when I’m drinking, it’s the food of the God’s.” You joke, trying to ease the tension. You’re relived when he laughs.
“Actually, it’s not that great when I’m drunk either.” He says around a mouthful, and you giggle, trying to cover your face when you snort.
“Did you just snort? Ah, just when I think you can’t get any cuter.” He leans back, having finished his food, and takes a drink before smiling at you.
“Shut up.” You laugh, tapping his shoulder.
“OW!” He rubs his shoulder in mock pain. “I know you’re my Sugar Mama, but I’m, like, not really into the pain and Sub stuff.”
You roll your eyes. “That’s not a Sugar mama. That’s a Mommy dom. Or Femdom, or whatever.”
“You seem well informed. Is that what you’re into?” He’s laughing, but leaning a little too close for comfort.
“Actually, I know close to nothing about all that. Just bits of what I’ve read or heard from someone. I’m just know that a sugar mama is not the same. Sugar mama just implies the exchange of money and or goods for services.”
“Is that your way of hinting you require my services?” He was suddenly in your face, and you could feel the rumble of his voice vibrating on your skin.
“Are you saying your services can be bought for tacos? Because, boy, you need to work on your business strategy if that’s the case.”
“Only for you.” He smiles, both dimples on display, and your last clear thought is that you really want to poke them. His lips are suddenly on yours, startling you, but you soon lose yourself into the kiss as his plush lips work their magic.
You know in the back of your mind that you’re both still feeling the effects of the alcohol, and could be potentially making a dumb choice right now, but the moment he picks you up and settles you on his lap, you don’t care. You wrap your legs around his waist, and rip off his snapback so you can thread your hands through his hair, tugging gently. He’s moving too slow and gentle, like he’s afraid of breaking you, and you want MORE. You bite his bottom lip, something you’ve been wanting to do since you met him, and he tightens his hold with a growl. Deciding enough was enough, you grind yourself down into the very hard bulge beneath you. He hisses and grabs your hips, moving his lips from yours to move down your neck, sucking and biting enough that you were sure there was going to be a mark. His big hands clench your hips tightly, rocking your hips hard into his erection. You look down and see you’re so wet you’ve left a huge wet spot on his jeans.
“Bedroom, baby.” He groans quietly, lifting you up and following the direction you point him in. He kicks open the door and tosses you on the bed, before standing back and starting to rip off his clothes almost desperately. You follow suit and you’re both soon naked as can be and staring at each other, unashamed.
“Fuck, you’re perfect.” he whispers, his eyes roaming up and down your body. You usually would have been shy in this situation, but something, either the alcohol or the fact that he was looking at you like you were a Goddess, was giving you courage. It also probably helped that you could see how much he wanted you. His cock was already rock hard and dripping with precum, and as his eyes reached your mound, you saw it twitch.
You’re sitting on the edge of the bed, so he drops to his knees in front of you, and you’re face to face. He kisses you once, almost reverently, before making his way down to your breasts. He licks and nips at them, eyes always on you to see your reactions. You swear you could cum just from the intense way he was looking at you.
“Joon, please…” You whine, desperate for more. God, it had been so long since you’d last been with someone. Maybe that was it. You don’t know what it is, you just know that you couldn’t remember ever being this turned on.
He releases your nipple with a lewd pop, and trails his fingers down your stomach until he reaches where you want him most.
“I got you.” he says softly, his fingers playing with your folds, flicking your clit lightly, moving like he’s trying to get to know you.
“Damn, you are so wet. Is this all for me?” He grins, rubbing his large finger around your entrance until it’s wet, then slowly entering you. You buck against his hand, grateful to finally have some relief. He pumps his finger slowly, leaning down suck your clit into his mouth softly. You were going to die if he went any slower.
You pull his face up to yours by his hair. “Namjoon, I’m not going to break. Fuck me.”
His dark eyes narrow, and with a smirk, he pulls his finger from you and licks it clean as you watch, blushing. He gets up and fumbles around his clothes, mumbling “Condom. Condom. I know I have one.” He pulls out his wallet, and with a victorious grin, he pulls out a packet. He looks at it closely, turning it back and forth.
“Are you seriously reading the instructions or something?” You groan from the bed.
“No, I’m trying to see if this thing has an expiration date. I honestly don’t remember how long this has been in there.” he smiles apologetically at you, and you can feel yourself soften even more. It seemed you were both recovering from a drought.
“I think they are good for like three years.” You mention helpfully. Anything to get him back to you faster.
“Huh.” he nods, ripping the packet open, and he started to put it on when you stop him.
“Allow me.” You wink and grab the condom in one hand and the base of his cock in the other. You jerk him a couple times to make sure he’s hard enough, pleased when you hear him gasp and buck into your hand, then place the condom on the tip of his cock and roll it down with your mouth. Namjoon throws his head back, groaning, his hand lightly caressing your hair as you suck him. You bob up and down sloppily, twisting with one hand, while hollowing your cheeks as you pull up. You pull your hands away and look up at him, and he takes the hint. He fucks your mouth, his hands cradling both sides of your face. Tears are running down your face, but you love how great you’re making him feel, all of his sounds just making you wetter. He pulls out completely, letting you gasp for air, before plunging back inside. His cock hits the back of your throat and you swallow.
“FUCK. This feels too good. I need to be in you right fucking now.” He pulls out of your mouth with a pop, wiping your tears as he carries you back to the bed.
“Hands and knees, baby.” You flip yourself over to do as he asks, and he groans as he kneads your ass. Giving it one light tap, he finally enters you, slowly.
“You are so tight. I’m worried I’m not going to last long.” he mutters as he starts to thrust. You are pretty sure you’re not going to last either, because you’d barely started and you could feel your orgasm building up. You could hear how wet you were, every thrust creating an embarrassing squelching sound. He speeds up, his hips slamming you into the mattress, and the room is filled with the sounds of skin on skin. You can’t even think anymore, the only sounds you’re capable of making are whining and grunting his name. Namjoon leans across your back to kiss and suck on your neck, one of his hands reaching under you to rub your clit.
“You feel so amazing. You’re so tight and wet. And you sound so hot. Am I making you feel good?”
“Yes! Please, I’m so close!” You moan loudly, thrusting your hips to meet his.
“Oh god, baby, I’m going to cum soon. I can’t hold off anymore. Cum with me.” He whispers in your ear, biting the lobe, and you let go, screaming his name into the mattress. He thrusts hard three more times and cums with a loud, guttural groan into your neck. You both stay like that, breathing heavily and Namjoon strokes your back. After a minute, he finally pulls out, throwing the condom in a nearby wastebasket, before coming back to you and pulling you close to his chest.
It’s quiet as you both catch your breath. You can hear Namjoon’s heartbeat slowing down as you lay on his chest. As you calm down, your brain starts to work again, and you realize what you’ve actually done. You just slept with some guy that you just met. Granted, he was gorgeous, and you don’t think anyone would blame you, but still. You didn’t do that kind of stuff. And now here he was, completely fucked out in your bed, probably thinking this was the easiest lay of his life. You were so upset with yourself.
“I can hear you overthinking.” He chuckles into your hair. He leans back and tilts your chin up, forcing you to meet his eyes.
“So what’s it going to be? Am I staying the night or do you want me to leave?”
You look at him shyly, and bury your face into his chest, mumbling, “Stay…please.”
“Good, because we obviously really like each other, and I wasn’t ready to leave. Give me twenty minutes to rehydrate and we’re going for round two.”
“I’ll never survive!” You squeak out, as he laughs and picks you up, carrying you to the kitchen.
You watch as he makes himself at home in your kitchen, making sandwiches for the two of you. You wonder what you’ve gotten yourself into. Someone so seemingly perfect was too good to be true, right? How could you be so comfortable with someone you’d known for mere hours?
Three hours and five more earth shattering orgasms later, you’re both exhausted. Namjoon slips off to sleep, snoring loud enough to wake the neighbors. You watch the rise and fall of his chest, letting your mind ponder the situation you’ve found yourself in as you drift off to sleep. The only conclusion your exhausted mind can reach is faith. It’s time to let yourself believe in someone. You’re probably an idiot for it, but you’re going to put your faith in this man named Namjoon.