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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"Look at me in the eyes, and tell me what you want, or you're not fucking getting it," he threatened, staring down at you with a filthy glare. His dark eyes were so intense, you could practically feel yourself melting, puddling at his feet for him to step on. You wanted to be used.
And you wanted so badly to speak, tell him what you wanted, but your mouth had gone numb from how tired you were, and you couldn't move it to produce the words.
"Did I mumble?" He asked again, quirking his head judgingly as you struggled to muster words.
It was so cute the way you had such a hard time collecting yourself; you were fucking lost. He could tell you were trying, but he didn't care, mocking you. You two weren't done, and you were that exhausted?
Dimples cratered his cheeks as your attempts failed, and he chuckled. But you pulled through.
"I-I want you to use me to make yourself feel good," you said, voice in an innocent, small mumble.
Hearing you, he let out a mocking laugh, but he couldn't deny how much you telling him you wanted him to use you turned him on. "You finally got it!"
"I want your dick," you added.
He smiled, reaching down and swiping his thumb over your lips. You had been such an obedient girl this entire time, trying hard despite his mocking, and continuing to make him feel good despite being exhausted. You were a good girl. "Four rounds and you still haven't complained once," he whispered, leaning in closer. Your eyes took in his every detail as his face hover before yours. "You're such a good girl, princess. I'll treat you so good after this."
Little did he know that you loved how tired you were; you loved feeling like you were just his toy, and he didn't care about you or your emotions. But you knew damn well if you looked at him wrong he would break character and press if he had hurt you, especially after abusing your cunt four separate times in the span of an hour and a half. That's what you liked about him. He cared, but pretended like he didn't all because he wanted you to feel good... at least, that was how you were reading the situation.
"But you want my dick, huh?" He asked, bringing you from your daydream. "What do you want me to do with it?"
Dear god.
"J-Just fuck me, please," You begged. "Please make yourself feel good."
That was the green light for him, and he smirked down at you, unstraddling you. "Flip over and get on your knees, princess."
Fuck, you didn't know if your numb body could even move, but you listened, as you had promised you would, and used all of your strength to get yourself up and flip over hands stuck above your head, locked, as your knees took in all of your weight, wobbling unsteadily.
