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...
• • •
• BTS RM AU.
...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
• • •
It was more than lust that morning. It was more than just wanting sex. Namjoon didn't look at you and only see a body, he felt his heart yearn and even just the quick touch of his fingertips against your lips drove him nuts.
It was something he had never felt - something unique. The way he so desperately wanted your touch. He didn't want to admit, but he just desired to be held by you. He didn't want to admit, but when he thought about the next time your lips would meet his in a kiss, or the next time you would assure him that everything was okay, his heart raced.
His heart pumping fast was something he hadn't felt in years, and it was odd feeling adrenaline after thinking he would never feel that sense of invigoration again.
And as he scrubbed his hands through his hair, making sure the shampoo bubbled up in it, he leaned against the marble wall with a sigh, watching the water drip down his skin.
It wasn't that he wanted to ignore you. It wasn't like he didn't want you. He just hated this feeling. He hated the way that he felt. He despised this new emotion, and no matter how much he said that it was just a one-time feeling to himself, he couldn't deny that he felt it practically every time he even looked at you.
Not even to mention that whenever you touched him, his body felt... comforted. That would be the best way to describe it at least. He felt safe, for once, his mind realizing that it might be okay in the end.
He had no idea how long he stood there for, thinking, just trying to uncover what he was feeling, but it must've been a while as he noticed his fingers pruning, his skin a soft red tint from the heat of the jets, and he reached forward and turned off the spout.
He dreaded walking back out and seeing you, knowing he would feel that stupid feeling again. But as much as he hated admitting it, he couldn't deny that the need felt kind of... good. It was refreshing knowing that he wasn't as devoid of emotion as he thought he was.
And that need soon began to pull at him, the desire for your touch and voice, but he stood silent. He didn't want to give in to his desires. But he wanted you. He fucking needed you; anything from you, at that...
Meanwhile, you were glaring at a mirror in his bedroom, looking at the mess he had made of you last night.
Oh, you so desperately needed to shower, sticky, sweaty, and most likely kind of stinky. You looked terrible, naked, messy. It was nearly laughable. It was fascinating that he talked to you so casually when you looked like this.
Then again, he had probably seen you like this last night, not fazed because he had fucked the shit out of this side of you only a few hours prior. It was questionable how he was turned on by what you looked like, but to each their own.
