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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• BTS RM AU.
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Eyes hazed with filthy lust, forehead littered with sweat, brows knit in focus, and crotch bulged to the point that you were sure his pants would rip, Namjoon, sexy as all hell, stood before you. He was glaring, as if to get you know what he had planned with just his eyes and his eyes alone.
Then, those eyes began to undress you, remembering every single detail of that photo you sent, and imagining what it looked like on you in reality. And as he caught glimpse of the red bra strap through your shirt, he couldn't hold himself back. He grabbed your chin with his index and thumb.
Using his grip, he leaned in and kissed you, moaning at the desired contact of his lips against your own soft ones. It hadn't been very long since you two fucked, a few hours, actually, but it seemed like it had been weeks since he had been touched with the sheer desire in the air between you two.
"You're a whore," he whispered into your mouth, pulling away slightly to spit in it, his warm saliva greeting your hungry tongue.
With that, he leaned in and sealed the kiss, groaning, as your one hand moved to fist the hair at the back of his neck, touching his sweat, and the other going to his crotch, squeezing the bulge that had only hardened since he had seen you.
He pulsed and hardened in your clutch.
You felt good.
He moaned out roughly, taking a sharp breath between his teeth when you squeezed it. The hiss of pleasure that left him made you grab his already sensitive dick harder, and he let out a breathy growl in response, reaching down and wrapping his long fingers around your wrist.
"Don't touch me."
The tone of his voice was enough of a threat, and you didn't dare disobey. It was fun to do so, but you didn't want to know what he would do to you if you did, and just kept quiet.
That usual attitude of yours was gone. The way you'd talk back to him and the way you'd tease seemed to be behind you as you look at him, a lingering sense of innocent need in your eyes.
It was tempting for him to fulfill that need, for sure, but he knew he couldn't give in, needing pleasure for himself before giving you any action.
Namjoon grabbed his tie that was around your neck from earlier, admiring the way it looked on you, and twirling it around his fingers for a moment, before he pulled away. He walked over to his desk, and quirked his head to gesture for you to follow.
You did so.
He then turned you around so your back faced him, your front looking across his busy desk. From there, his hands roughly pushed your shoulders, forcing you to lie across the desk - which he had previously cleared - your ass on full display for him.
