Thanks for reading guys! I had this really random idea from listening to Akon, don't even ask. The one shot has nothing to do with Smack That. So yeah, enjoy!
(May contain slight smut 😜)
You lay across the couch in the studio. Beats around your ears. Singing from the top of your lungs. You were a really talented singer, obviously the reason you were in Dr. Dre's studio. You were working on your upcoming single with 50 Cent. He was obviously one of your heroes.
You'd been hanging around the studio for a few weeks now, and making friends with the rest of the gang. After all, you were a Ghetto kid too, you just mixed with them.
In that time, you couldn't help but absorb a crush on Eminem. He was perfect. His eyes, his hair, his body. Ahhh it just looked amazing. You daydreamed about him often. How fast he could spit lyrics from his mouth, what did his lips taste like? He was probably a good kisser.
Your headphones are yanked off.
You open your eyes quickly, seeing a pair of blue eyes,"Ay! Slim! Give 'em back!"
"Shut up then." Marshall smirks, putting them on your chest. You blush. He's leaning over you, his face pretty close to yours.
"Why would I do that?" You ignore the fact that his breath is fanning over you. "You love my voice Em. Admit it."
He rolls his eyes,"How do I get you to shut up? 50's doing his recording now."
"Well," you smirk, tucking your arms behind your head in a boyish manner. "You'll never know."
"I guess I'ma have to experiment then." He leant down and kissed you. It was such a shock. Eminem? Kissing you? You tried your best not to kiss back. Afterall, it meant nothing to him right?
"Cmon (Y/N), I know you like me," He grinned cockily. Shady had obviously taken over Marshall's thoughts. "I'm thinking that I like you too."
You blushed.
He brushed his lips against yours, a gentle, reassuring kiss. It started a fire in your chest. You kissed him more passionately. He slipped inbetween your legs on the couch, his hands all over your thighs. You wrapped them around his hips and held the back of his neck, his short hair tickling your fingers.
You let a moan of pleasure slip out of your lips as he peppered kisses across your jaw. He kissed down your neck until he found the sweet spot on your collar bone. You wished you didn't wear tank tops. He sucked it until you were breathless. He left marks all over your neck, and tackling you shoulders.
"Hey Em-" Dre walked into the part of the studio and looked at Marshall. "For fuck sake, get ready you and 50 are up next." He slammed the door.
"Wait, I thought 50 was already doing his..." You looked at Marshall.
"What? Can't blame a man for trying baby." He smirked, getting up and going off into the recording room. You growled and followed. Pretty much everyone was in there.
"Ayyy! (Y/N)! How was Slim?" Bizarre smirked.
You groaned. Today was gonna be a long day.
