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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That made Namjoon smile. He had gotten his way again. As always. He knew you couldn't resist him, but more over, couldn't resist the temptation of an orgasm. He knew how bad you were and any chance you got, you would take. He loved that about you; he loved that you would be down for sex at any time; just like him.
"Hm," he chuckled softly, ignorantly, as he slid his hand back into your underwear, his fingers getting damp as soon as they touched you.
His fingers were slightly cold and ticklish, and you were already struggling to contain yourself. You looked over at him to see what his own reaction was, but he was blank, looking out the window as if his fingers in you in front of Sio was a casual thing. Unfazed.
Fuck him.
It took you by surprise when he suddenly slipped his cold fingers directly into you, ring and middle, and you fisted the fabric of the car seat below you. It was insane how much of a risk taker he was, no warning before dipping them deep into you. In fact, he was so brave that he chuckled as he looked down at your hands, your knuckles white.
"Struggling?" He whispered, leaning into your ear. You would've slapped him if Sio weren't in the car. Fuck this.
"I swear, I'm gonna slap you," you cursed at him, just trying to hide the sheer bliss you were feeling as you clenched around his slender fingers, letting them pump slowly, curling the slightest bit at the top to get to your sweet spot. It was so good, but he was an asshole for putting you through this. "Fuck you."
At that, his fingers came to an abrupt halt, and you were unaware of how much you needed the movement until it was no longer present. "Oh? You want me to stop then? Okay."
"No, no, no," you whimpered in reply, and he grinned, those dumb dimples as deep craters in his cheeks. "Fuck, please, no."
"Then speak nicely to me," was his only warning before moving his fingers again, this time, pushing them deeper, faster, and he found your spot, a sharp breath leaving you as your hands clenched the seat harder.
It felt so fucking good. God, how you wished you could moan at that moment, wanting so desperately to let loose. You were near pain from having to hold back so hard, but even the pain was breathtakingly good. Your breathing was choppy and loud, but not quite loud enough for Sio to hear.
Hearing you struggling was amusing to Namjoon, and he let out a laugh from beside you. "Stay quiet, baby. Don't want Sio to hear, do you?"
No, you wanted anything but that. And so you tried to quiet yourself by digging your nails deeper into the seat, your legs shaking - barely, but still so.
Fuck, it was so good.
As he moved his hand rougher, fingers pumping in and out of you, testing how far he could go before you were falling apart at the tips of his fingers, you became even more of a mess. You were slowly falling deep into the pleasure, body coming scarily close to letting everyone know how good you felt.
