Sinful Secrets: A Collection of BTS Smut

Namjin -Sir

Namjoon exhales sharply. Jin is lying in bed, his naked stomach resting on silken sheets, his head resting on his satin pillows.

The tension in the room is palpable as Namjoon stares at Jin, his gaze lingering on Jin's exposed body.

His sharp exhale is a sign of his desire, as he takes in the sight of Jin lying there.

There's a scent in the air that gets deep under Namjoon's skin.

"Jin?" Namjoon takes a step closer, and his cock hardens when he realises that there is slick oozing out of his clenching hole.

Jin's pale hands are clenching the bedsheets, and he turns his head.

"Namjoon..." he whispered. Jin's eyes clench shut, and then he says, "Sir."

Suddenly, Namjoon had covered the length of the bedroom. "Oh, baby," he whispered back, "How long have you been like this? Why didn't you call me?"

He runs a firm hand down Jin's back, from the space between his shoulder blades right down to his ass and up again.

Jin mumbles into the pillows. "I didn't want to bother you. Didn't think you would have been gone so long." He sniffs sadly.

Namjoon takes his other hand and massages Jin's head, running his fingers through Jin's hair. "Sorry I was late, baby. You've been such a good boy."

Jin squirms, arching into Namjoon's hands. "I've been such a good boy," he echoes. "Sir, can I have my reward now?"

Namjoon's grip on Jin's hair tightens; he tugs, just enough to make Jin whine.

"Tell Daddy what you want, and Daddy will see what he can do."

Jin whines again, rocking his hips up and down on the bed. He clenches his leaking hole and shifts, trying to catch Namjoon's fingers inside his rim. "Sir, please," Jin pleaded. "I really need you. I'm need to cum. May I be naughty now?" A hand unclenches from the sheets and makes it way back towards his ass.

Namjoon grabs that wandering hand, pinning it back down onto the sheets. "Baby, tell me what you need," Namjoon ordered.

Jin gasps, his breaths coming short and quick. "Sorry, Sir, sorry," he says, cries. "I want your cock so badly. I want you to fill me with your cum."

Taking off his clothes wordlessly as he climbs onto the bed to pin Jin down with his body, Namjoon asks, "What happened to the butt plug from this morning?"

"Had to take it out," Jin said sadly.

"And now you want more."

"Please" Jin ruts up, catching Namjoon's cock. "I need it, I can't—I can't—"

"Look at you, you're such a slut for my cock," Namjoon breathes directly into Jin's ear.

"Yes, yes."

"You're such a slut. Want your ass plugged full with my cum all day"

Namjoon sneaks a hand under Jin's body and gives his cock a few tugs. A heady rush of power surges through him when Jin tenses and moans.

"Don't want a plug, Sir, I want you."

"You'll be the death of me," Namjoon mutters.

"I'm sorry, I want to be a good boy." Jin tries to twist his head, to look over his shoulder, but Namjoon pushes Jin further into the bed, keeping him from turning his head away from him.

He presses a gentle kiss to Jin's temple and whispers, "It's okay, you don't have to be sorry. I'm here for you." Namjoon repeats, and he strokes Jin's cock with quick, sharp gestures.