they call me slut || bts x top m. reader

first customer.

first customer.

[ 🍂 : lower case intended ]

“so what should i call you?”

“slut.”

“excuse me?”

“they call me slut, anyway.”

you had an amused smile on your face when you said that as if it was a compliment. seokjin pulled his hand away when you let go, clearing his throat as he did so.

“i might as well just call you m/n.” he breathed out.

“fine by me, but slut is available anytime.” you chuckled, mischief in your eyes.

“excuse me, hyung.” yeonwook's voice came from outside as he knocked, “mr. ri of saewon group of companies wants to talk with you. i'm sorry, this is very urgent.”

“alright!” seokjin spoke, voice raised so yeonwook could hear him.

he turned to you, “i'm sorry but i have to go now. you should mingle with other guests outside. your a guest tonight, your works starts tomorrow.”

“enjoy the party, if you'll excu—”

surprised was an understatement. seokjin did not expect it at all. it was as if his breath was taken away when you had him pinned against the wall, just beside the door. your breath was hot against his ear.

he could feel his face get hot and flushed red. heck, he can get red as a tomato even when you just stare at him. he could smell your scent that he knew would forever be stuck inside his mind. the scent of m/n, the man he wanted to just fuck the hell out of him—

“you know what's more enjoyable than a party?” you whispered and pressed your body flat against his that he feared you could feel him harden.

“work starts tomorrow but i can always give my fist customer special treatment, right?” you nibbled on his earlobe as your hand slowly glided down from his collar down to his chest.

you wanted to go lower but he stopped you by pushing you away slightly, “a kind offer but no.”

he fixed his suit and cleared his throat once again. seokjin looked up with his face flushed red, “i'm not into sleeping with my employees, mr. m/n. now, if you'll excuse me.”

you watched him exit the room, a smirk on your face. you ran a hand through your hair as you bit your lower lip, “the in denial types are always the fun ones.”

“watch me, kim seokjin. i'll get that sweet ass of yours.” you spoke with a grin, “they call me slut for a reason.”

you continued the night with drinking alcohol and talking to filthy rich people that almost flocked over you. women pressed their chests against your face and men wanted you to themselves.

“come on, daddy. sleep with me.” a woman you could barely remember the name spoke, her words slurred.

she had her arms wrapped around yours, rubbing her chest against your arm and her thighs against each other. the one on your other side pouted and scooted closer to you.