You make a deal with your ex-coworker, Kim Namjoon, where you give him pleasure, for money. But the relationship that was meant for pleasure, and pleasure alone, soon turns into much more as you find yourself falling for him...
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The throbbing of Namjoon's head was so bad that it forced him to awaken, his hangover making a harsh appearance. Opening his eyes, which somehow burned, he looked at the clock, wanting to see just how long he had been out.
3:21 am.
Fuck.
Seeing that, he rubbed at his eyes, groaning as he recollected the night before and how much he regret everything. It was great in the moment, but now, feeling like he was about to puke out his intestines, it wasn't as pleasant.
The only thing that was good was you last night. Last thing he remembered was dancing with you, but even that was blurry and in shambles. He couldn't remember anything past that.
That was, until the bed shifted from beside him.
Fuck.
He slept with someone - which was a common occurrence, and he wouldn't be surprised. More so disappointed - he gulped nervously before looking over, afraid of who it was this time.
Sure as hell, there you were, naked, in his bed. You had just rolled onto your back which made the bed shift, giving him a full view of your body, and he groaned, not having it.
Yes, because the sight of you naked in a messy, sleepy, drunken state in his bed was beyond arousing, but also because you being in that state in his bed meant that you had seen him and he had seen you - you two literally just met and already fucked.
That surely made an amazing impression.
Suddenly, an image of last night came to his mind, and he tried his hardest to quickly grasp onto it to try and remember all of last nights activities.
Though the only thing he could fully remember was you two on the dance floor, his hands on your hips, your ass against his crotch. His dick was aching painfully in his boxers at the time, and he remembered that he couldn't keep his drunken eyes off of your pretty body as you ground against him.
It felt so fucking good in that moment, Namjoon could almost feel the pleasure exactly how it was last night, but he pushed himself away from that thought, trying to further remember.
There was a song playing; a rather sexual one at that. He remembered you saying it was your favorite before beginning to dance, and that's what started it all. It drove him crazy as he watched the way your red dress hugged your body. He remembered looking over all of your curves, feeling more aroused than ever in that moment - even with all the alcohol in his system - before you turned around to face him.
