Kpop smut One Shots

Namjoon (BTS)

Punishment - Kim Namjoon smut

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader

Type: BDSM and Daddy kink
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Namjoon had had a long day at work. His throat was soar from constantly practicing his songs and he was physically tired from the dance rehearsals. He wanted nothing more than to come home to Y/N and cuddle up to her in bed.

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Three plates and four glasses. You smashed so many pieces of his finest china. Pieces of cream coloured glass shards were scattered across the wood floor, the black cabinets all hung open.

You had tried to reach the very top of the cabinet, but being at your short height, you couldn't support your arms when they were stretched out that far. So, down went the plates you were lifting along with a few glasses. You knew Namjoon was going to be beyond angry, especially since he just got off tour and had to go back to recording.

The front door roughly swung open, tapping the wall. Namjoon had a displeased look on his face, his brown eyes scanning over your surroundings. He slowly entered the open concept kitchen, his eyes squinting in anger. He stared at you with pure rage, his fists clenched as he attempted to calm his nerves. You stared at him in fright as he carefully placed down his brown book bag and turned to you. Namjoon shot daggers at you with his eyes, your body frozen in shock.

"What. The. Fuck. Happened?" Namjoon asked too calmly for your liking.

"I- um... I-I couldn't..."

"Spit it out!" He yelled, his eyes fuelled with fire.

"S-sorry." You squeaked, cowering back.

Namjoon slowly approached you, his eyes holding an evil glint whilst his fists clenched and unclenched. Namjoon fisted the collar of your shirt, yanking your shorter frame towards his. His eyes wavered between yours, gritting his teeth. He let out a frustrated sigh and let go of your shirt, leaning his head back and massaging his temples.

"Up to the bedroom. Take off all your clothes and lay on the bed." He ordered cooly, his eyes staring off into space as he took deep breaths to calm himself.

"O-okay." You obliged, rushing up the stairs and throwing open the bedroom door.

You quickly stripped yourself of your clothing and laid yourself in the middle of the bed, fiddling with the black silk bed sheets. Your breathing was heavy and your heart was racing. You were scared to say the least. You nervously twirled your thumbs and chewed on your bottom lip, your mind swarming with assumptions.

The door creaked as it slowly opened, greeting you with an unreadable Namjoon. He entered the room, closing the door behind him. His eyes scanned up your body, lingering over your breasts for too long. He let out a grunt of approval and strode towards you, opening a drawer of the mahogany nightstand and searching for something.

Namjoon discreetly pulled out an object that made your mind go crazy. He leaned over your shaking body and reached for your wrists, only to handcuff them to the bed.

You gasped at the cold feeling of metal digging into your skin. You yanked your wrists to test the strength of the cuffs, only to learn that if you did that it would come close to cutting open your skin.

You let out a whimper, knowing that he only used the hand cuffs if he was in a very bad mood. You momentarily closed your eyes, thinking about what was to come next.

Namjoon slowly crawled up your body, an anamalistic look on his face. His eyes shimmered with lust and frustration. Namjoon gingerly kissed down your jaw, and trailed his lips towards your collar bones.