BTS × MReader Smut

Masochist pt.3

Warning. This will have mentions of rape. And just imagine Namjoon as short in this, as short as Jimin when you see the flashback

Namjoon froze in fear. Jihoo lifted Namjoons chin and made him look at him. The taller leaned down and whispered. "I missed you nammie." And licked his ear. Namjoon shivered at the words. "Did you miss me too?" Jihoo asked with a smirk. Namjoon tried to form a sentence but his mouth opened and closed like a fish.

"Use your words." Jihoo said in a strict tone. "I... no." Namjoon whispered and looked down at his feet. Jihoo raised an eyebrow and grabbed Namjoons hair. (Jihyun is in Y/n's hospital room) Namjoon whines as Jihoo dragged him to the handicap bathroom stall and sat him down. "You said you don't miss me? Don't you remember our times together?" Jihoo asked with a smirk.

Namjoon just stared into space, he didn't want to be there. He then felt a cloth go around his nose and everything faded into black.

Flashback bro:

"Sir?"

"Hmm? How do you feel, princess?"

Namjoons legs were spread with steel cuffs from the floor, bounding his ankles down. The same with his hands, except they were implanted on the wall, tighter than the ones on his ankles. Namjoons throat was being violently held back against the cold wall by one large cuff around his neck, similar to the ones around his limbs. He didn't mind the other ones around his limbs, but he he particularly didn't like struggling to breathe.

His ass was sore and he could tell it was bleeding out but there was nothing he could really do about it. Jihoo was a heartless sadist. No Safe word was included with him, he just had to scream as much as humanly possible, if he didn't have the gag on, and hope his voice box/vocal chords didn't explode or some shit. The BDSM sessions with Namjoon and Jihyun had to be the death of him

"M-My hole hurts."

Jihoo just merely chuckled and shrugged. He grabbed one of his whips, walking toward Namjoon smirking widely as he looked down at the younger. "You look like a slave, you know that? My slave. Honestly speaking-" Jihoo paused to hit the whip against Namjoons chest, watching as he jolted his head back in shock, creating a bang.

Namjoon whimpered, struggling in his bounds and sobbing a little at the pulsating pain in the back of his head.

"-I never thought i'd see you like this, all submissive and shit. Of course you couldn't dominate me though." Jihoo snarled before whipping Namjoons chest several times and pointing the whip at Namjoons tan thighs, giving an obvious signal that he was going to whip Namjoon literally everywhere.

Namjoons cock was undoubtedly throbbing through, getting turned on by the pain. Now it was confirmed he was a masochist. He didn't even know how anybody could get turned on my another inflicting pain. Pain. Pain made Kim Namjoons cock throb in need. And he hated it. So much

Jihoo of course saw the twitches that were from no other than Namjoons fully erected manhood.

"Look at you, getting off to me whipping you. Pathetic bitch." Jihoo said shaking his head. He stared at Namjoons dick, taking in the size. It was surprising for a sub to be that big, but beside Jihoo's, it looked cute

Namjoon smirked daringly but weakly got out "Y-You must have mistaken me for a mirror."

Jihoo raised his eyebrows in shock trying to fully acknowledge what Namjoon had said to him.

"Oh, you're just begging to her your ass whipped, huh?"

Namjoon bit his lip, not trusting himself to answer. In his opinion, Jihoo had taken it way too lightly and was meant to do more than just threaten Namjoon with a punishment. But the man was totally unpredictable.

Park Jihoo delivered one more harsh whip to Namjoons thighs before putting the whip on a table nearby, knowing he would have to undoubtedly use it later.

Namjoon whinpered softly, squirming in the cuffs and trying to swallow his saliva comfortably. Jihoo noticed Namjoons small but cute actions from the corner of his eye as he retrieved all of the items he needed, wasting no time at all.

"Sir..." Namjoon muttered. He quickly shut his mouth realising it was pointless to ask Jihoo if he could loosen the cuffs, especially the one around his neck.

Jihoo disregarded Namjoon, too busy sorting through his items, laying then out on the table, putting them in order going from the one's he'd used first on the right, down to the items he'd use last on the left.

Namjoon huffed in frustration and desperation, just wanting to go home. He was sitting in his own blood from his ass, which was drying and sticking to both the floor and his ass. From when Jihoo brutally raped him. He felt like a stray dog. Misused, Mistreated, and in the end, not even cared for.

End flashback:

Namjoon woke up. He looked around, wondering where in the fuck he was and how he got there from the hospital. His wrists were tied together tightly with a rough, large piece of rope which connected to a metal board above his head. Only when he felt a cold vreeze hit his body, from the door opening, did he realise, he was completely nude. He looked down, seeing his ankles apart and bounded down by cuffs he had seen when he was unconscious. And he looked back up, eyes widening as they met with Jihoo's piercing, dark ones.

Part 4 coming soon, will be intense too. Enjoy uwu