Namjin Smut

Trouble

Written by: jamjoon

Summary:

"I think you'd look good in black stockings."

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It's not like he made it up.

It's not like Namjoon pulled the lyrics out of his ass, just to write another sex song, to add amongst the thousands already floating around the billboards of future past.

I think you'd look good in black stockings.

Seokjin likes 'em. The thigh high ones, that stretch past his knees, the fabric turning more sheer as it rolls up his legs. Seokjin was blessed with long legs, and he likes them. He likes that Namjoon likes them.

Even without them baby, you're my star king.

Seokjin thought it was way too obvious. When Namjoon spins around in his chair, cute, chubby little cheeks stretched into a smirk, Seokjin shifts his weight on his feet.

"You want me to sing this?" Seokjin stares.

"Mhm."

"Girl, don't flirt around other people. You're mine, you know you own my world-" Seokjin reads aloud. "It's way too obvious. They'll know."

"I said girl."

"Oh yeah, that'll throw them off."

Namjoon snorts, digging his heels into the floor, and rolling the chair just a little closer. Seokjin watches him out of the corner of his eye, and resists a shiver when Namjoons long, cold fingers wrap around his knee, pushing up his basketball shorts to squeeze his thigh.

"Don't unbutton your shirt," Seokjin reads, "because I can see right through you." Seokjin looks to Namjoon – and his eyes are sparkly, round lips still pulled into that smile. Seokjin gives him a rival look, bringing a hand down to smooth through his hair, "Is this about that shirt?"

Namjoon purrs, nosing to Seokjin's side, and kneading his fingers into Seokjin's thigh once more. Seokjin shivers this time, and Namjoon purrs louder. "White clings to you beautifully, but that's not exactly what that means."

"Mm." Seokjin shifts. "Which is my part?"

"So you'll do it?"

"I'm just asking a question."

It's gon' get you in trouble.

"Oh," Seokjin breathes, skimming the rest of the song. Namjoon laughs, fingers evermoving, making Seokjin's arms raise in goosebumps.

Yeah, it'll get them in trouble.

Them, this. What Namjoon is doing, pressing kisses against his clothed stomach. What Seokjin does back, gripping Namjoon by the back of the hair and sucking his tongue into his mouth.

It'll get them in trouble, but for now, they'll get away with it.

When they record, the sexual tension is enough to fill the entire studio.

"Breathier," Namjoon says, from behind the glass. Seokjin shifts, inhaling, to still his heart. Seokjin sings, eyes glued to Namjoon in the next room.

Show me what you got, girl.

Your body hits the spot-

"Moan, baby," Namjoon says. "Like my head is between those thighs."

"God," Seokjin bites, looking away. "The others are recording in the next room."

"Like they care. Do it again. Let them hear. "