Panties [Bottom!Namjoon]✅

[Taejoon] Choke me

Warnings/kinks: extreme choking, overstimulation, degradation, praise, exhibitionism, slapping, rough sex, quirofilia, bondage, usage of gags, blindfolding, humiliation, genetial spanking, kind of an orgy(?).

Plot: Namjoon was being scolded by Jungkook and when he couldn't handle Namjoon's stubbornness, he called Taehyung. Namjoon was being bratty and he talked back to the boy.

He shouldn't have done that since Taehyung bound him to the bed, almost choked him to pass out, and fucked him raw in front of everyone willing to watch; that was everyone.(both, just exploiting pwp privileges-)

Note: Quirofilia is a finger/hand kink.

The story behind this is- weird, to day the least. So, my bestie and I were talking about Taehyung, then went to fan girling, drooling over him, his hands and how he could just, fuck anyone-.(yes, I'm not mistaken☆)

Then I proposed to write a plot with top Tae where his veiny hand is heavily involved, so I changed the plot a few times, but yeah, yall have this now- forgive me<3

It has also been a little more than an year since I've been on wattpad! Soo, here!

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"Well, maybe if you thought about what Jimin wanted, he wouldn't be crying right now." Jungkook continued scolding Namjoon, who was on the couch, and didn't seem to be giving a shit to anyone.

"Hmm, yeah." He hummed, uninterested, instead checking out his own pictures on Twitter.

(Damn, he looked hot.)

"Namjoon!" Jungkook exclaimed, frustration rushing in his nerves as he took a few deep breaths and just turned to look at the closed door at a corner of the hall.

"Tae! Come here, please!" Jungkook called, his fingers now massaging his forehead to calm himself down. Soon, the click of a door sounded and just when he looked up, he saw Taehyung coming out the room while lowering his headphones.

"Yeah?"

"Namjoon is being a bitch to everyone." Taehying frowned at that, feeling confused as to how he didn't notice this previously. He casually walked towards Namjoon and just as casually as he'd come there, he picked the phone out of Namjoon's grip.

"Hey!" Namjoon scowled, one arm arrogantly raised with his palm flat, as if Taehyung was to give it back to him. It all made Taehyung raise his eyebrow at the boy.

"Clode your palm, retreat your arm back down. Now." Namjoon stubbornly rolled his eyes and didn't move an inch from his position. Taehyung slipped the device into his pocket and crossed his arms.

"Don't make me fucking repeat myself. Do as I said, now." The suddenly deep and eerily calm voice scared Namjoon a little. It showed when Namjoon flinched, but kept his hand up anyway.

Jimin stared with awe as he thought of where Namjoon got the audacity to be stubborn with Taehyung. The Taehyung. The dommest Taehyung.

"Namjoon." Taehyung warningly hissed, but what happened next was the last straw; "Shut the fuck up Tae, I can buy things if I wanna, Jimin is making a big fucking deal over a pair of ballet shoes. He can buy them for himself."