BTS Oneshots 1

The last night we slept together -KNJ

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Gender neutral Stripper!Reader

Summary: The last hours you'll be spending with your sugar daddy.

Warnings: Slight smut.

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"Can't believe that our one month is over already" Namjoon said as he ate the instant noodles, sitting on the huge living room couch of his penthouse.

You hummed in response, sipping your vanilla milkshake from the straw.

"So, why did you become a stripper?" he asked as you placed your glass down on the coffee table in front of you.

You looked up at him, shrugging your shoulders as you spoke. "Something had to pay my bills."

Namjoon hummed in response, placing the cup of noodles aside as he threw his head back on the couch.

"I loved the dirty talking during sex" he said and you chuckled.

"Is this some kind of send-off speech?" you asked and he smiled, showing his dimples.

"I just enjoyed your company, not only for the sex" the man beside you said as he made you climb on his lap. "But you'll be leaving tomorrow morning" he pursed his lips in a thin line. "And this will be known as the last night we slept together."

"I like the ring of that" you said. "The last night we slept together. Might suggest writing a book with that title."

"Mmmh."

"Yep" you said again, legs on either side of his right thigh as you unbuttoned his shirt.

You brought your free hand up to his nape, gripping his soft grey locks as you leaned forward, placing open-mouth kisses on his neck.

Even his throat had a six pack. That's how you know every single one of his words carry weight.

A low groan erupted from said throat while you moved yourself against his thigh, wetting his leather pants as you were wearing only a white see-through button up shirt and shorts.

"Hotness, do you mind straddling me instead of just teasing?" Namjoon asked in his deep voice and you let out a little laugh as you moved your legs to either side of his waist, unbuttoning your shirt to remove and throw it away.

"Damn, you're one sexy person" he said taking off his shirt while you unzipped his pants, removing it along with his boxers.

What a sight! All your clothes scattered on the floor.

"You've just boarded the Daddy Joon express," Namjoon started as he grabbed your waist after getting the protection on him. "Take a seat on my cock and enjoy the ride. But hold on tight. It gets pretty rough," he added with a small smirk, smashing his lips on yours.

You let out a moan in the kiss, feeling him fill you up as he made sure to leave hickeys on your neck.

Afterwards, in paradise and awake, you both lie a long time looking at each other on his bed.

You do not know what he sees, but you see eyes of surpassing tenderness and calm, a calm like the dignity of matter.

You love the open ocean blue-grey-green of his iris, you love the curve of it against the white, that curve the sight of what has caused you to come, when he's quite still, deep inside you. Never have you seen a curve like that, except a picture of the earth from outer space.

You don't know where he got his kindness without self-regard, almost without self, and yet he chose you, instead of the others.

Sometimes, he's slightly smiling and you wonder if that expression would change if you cry.