FASTEN YOUR FUCKING SEATBELTS AND GRAB YOUR POPCORN ᵒʳ ᵛᶦᵇʳᵃᵗᵒʳ BECAUSE THESE NEXT FEW PARTS ARE GOING TO BE THE WORD "KINKY" AS A STORY
Namjoon was escorted to the main entrance of his home, the vast foyer filled with expenses echoing throughout the hall. He dismissed his attendants with a flick of his wrist (guys,,) and was left alone is his gigantic manor. He paid for his six lovely boys to have a day to themselves, so he was expecting to be alone.
He strutted around, hands in his pant pockets as he observed the fine art situated on the patterned walls, when he heard a noise. He stopped and tried to hear for it. Again. Namjoon looked up at the curved staircase when he heard a moan.
A moan. The high-pitched sound echoed through the hall.
Namjoon was, to say the least, confused. He jogged up the stairs, careful not to make a sound by tripping on the carpet. He heard muffled sounds coming from one of the rooms on the east wing. He creeped closer to the door and pushed it open, fuming.
Yoongi was sitting on the bed, hands gripping Seokjin's hair as his thick lips were wrapped around his dick.
Yoongi and Seokjin both looked at the door when they heard it open. They eyed Namjoon's veins about to burst out of his arms. Seokjin's eyes widened as Yoongi scrambled to find his pants, hidden among the velvet covers.
"What the fuck, you fucking sluts. I never said you cou-"
Yoongi interrupted him. "I'm so sorry, we just, I just..." He struggled to find the words.
Namjoon walked over to Yoongi and Seokjin, and violently tilted both their heads up. "You both have been bad, bad boys."
"Bad boys get punished."
EEEEEEEEEEP I HAVE SUCH I GOOD IDEA BUT I DON'T KNOW IF IT'LL TURN OUT GOOD I GUESS WE HAVE TO WAIT... ehehe
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namjoon x bts
Fanfictionsugar daddy (??) au where namjoon's a rich daddy with six baby boys some small ships in between - SMUT ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 18+ READ AT YOUR OWN RISK
