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D.L - Studio Quickie/Smut.

• I've had quite a few people request a written Derek Luh imagine so here it is.

Shout out to WilkinsonxMaloley for helping with the idea! Go follow her for the best imagines there is!

--Y/N's POV--

Having a rap artist for a boyfriend has its ups and its downs, for example - watching him perform is an upside, it's amazing, but the amount of time he spends in the studio writing new lyrics is definitely a downside.

Which is why I've decided to pay him a visit in the studio, if he won't come to me then I'll come to him.

"There she is." Nate cheers as I walk into the room, my arms full of snacks and drinks to keep the guys going.

"Wassup' Nate?" I smile, greeting him with a kiss to his cheek and a small hug. "Where is he?" I ask, referring to my boyfriend: Derek.

"He's in the booth, go surprise him." He chuckles, taking the bags from my arms so I can go into the producing room to get into the booth.

Slowly and silently, I pull the door open and tackle Derek from behind, stopping him mid verse. "Who the fu- Y/N!" His mad facade drops as soon as he smells my perfume and feels my much smaller body against his. "What are you doing here, baby girl?" He asks, spinning around in my grip to hug me properly.

"Nothing, just here to surprise my Daddy." I wink, rubbing up against him.

He leans down and kisses me before turning to the blacked out window. "Yo, J, can I take a break?"

"Ten minutes, Luh, but we gotta' get this song finished soon." Derek waves his producer off and removes the headphones from his head before pulling me out of the booth and to the door across the room

"I've missed you, baby, a lot," He chuckles, pulling me into the bathroom. "Have you missed me, Y/N?"

"Well, if you ain't spending so much time here then we could have our fun whenever we like," I pout, giggling to tease him. I reach down and begin rubbing him through his jeans, feeling him grow hard with just my touch. "I'm right, aren't I Derek?" I smirk, watching as he squeezes his eyes shut and supports himself up with both hands up against the wall behind me.

"You always are baby girl," he groans, suddenly picking me up to sit me on the counter. "Fuck that feels good Y/N." He grunts, thrusting himself against my hand.

Next, I unzip his jeans and pull down his restricting boxers as he takes down my leggings. "We gotta' be quick, okay Daddy?" I ask, shifting to the edge of the counter for him to slide inside me.

"Okay baby girl," he whispers, moaning as he pushes himself into me. "Fuck, you're so tight Y/N." He grunts, starting with a slow thrust.

"This i-is what you c-could get 24/7 if you were home b-before 3am." I manage to mutter, enjoying the feeling of him stretching me out with each euphoric thrust of his hips.

"I'm sor-sorry baby girl, I'll be home more o-often." He replies, resting his forehead against my shoulder, holding himself up with his hands firmly planted down on the counter.

Derek's thrusts continue at the same pace for some time before I realise we don't have a lot of time left. "Daddy hurry, we don't have all night." I moan, reaching down to encourage him.

"N-No Y/N," he moans, kissing my neck repeatedly. "Fuck, I love you baby girl."

"I l-love you too," I let my head fall back, rocking with each thrust. "Please, are y-you close?"

"I just w-wanna take it s-slow baby girl." He replies, squeezing my ass in his hands.

"If you finish n-now, we can g-go for an-another couple rounds at home." I suggest, biting down on my lip as I feel a knot begin to tie in the pit of my stomach.

Instantly, his pace quickens a considerable amount and soon, he warns me of him reaching the edge. "Baby girl I'm c-close."

"Cum Daddy," I giggle, scratching down his back from beneath his t-shirt. "Shit Daddy, I-I-I'm cuming." I squeal as my legs shake and he thrusts harder and harder.

Soon, we're both calm from our orgasms and he pulls out. "That was hot baby girl," he sighs in exhaustion, fixing his boxers and jeans before cleaning me up and pulling my leggings back up for me. "You're on birth control, right?" He questions, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Oh now you ask after you just fucked me?" I laugh sarcastically, shaking my head at him as I slide off of the counter. My feet hit the floor and I almost fall due to the lack of feeling in my legs, but Derek helps me stand. "And yeah, no need to worry baby."

He kisses me and fixes his hair in the mirror before slapping my ass on the way out of the bathroom. "I said ten minutes bro, what the fuck takes you so long to finish?" Is what I hear as I fix my hair and makeup in the mirror.

"Aye, I missed my girl, I ain't rushing for nobody." Derek replies, laughing.