BTS || A Smut Collection

Dirty Mouth // Namjoon

"What the hell did you go and say that for, y/n?" his anger was evident, his jaw clenching like it usually did when he was pissed off; it was his way of trying to stop himself from lashing out, losing his temper completely. 

"I-I didn't think it was such a big deal, Joonie. Girls tell each other these things. It's just kind of... girl talk?" You tried to reason with him, but he wasn't having any of it. 

"If this leaks anywhere..." he shakes his head as he looks down at the floor, while you hang your coat up on the pegs in the hallway. "All it takes is ONE of those girls to go to the press." 

You wonder back into the living room, exhausted by the conversation. He'd been like this the whole ride home from the bar, his hands clutching the steering wheel so tight you thought he might pull it off. 

"They wouldn't, they're my best friends. I don't know why you're so mad, you've probably told the boys what we get up to..." 

"i don't tell them your fucking kinks, y/n. That shit stays between us." 

"But Joon, so many guys love being called Daddy, it's no big deal..." You tried to diffuse things, but he was getting more and more irate. 

"And the cum play? You think that's something they're not gonna laugh at me about? Jesus y/n, I can't fucking believe you." 

You had met up with your two best friends that night, and you'd all been sharing some rather risqué pillow talk over a few drinks. Joon came to pick you up, and all in good spirits, they had giggled and made their jokes. He was not amused. 

"Namjoon, it's fine. You should have heard some of the things they were telling me. Oh god, there's this one guy that Abigail was sleeping with a few months back, and he-" Namjoon cut you short by grabbing your wrist and pinning you to the wall beside where you were stood. 

"Do you think this is funny?" His lips were inches from yours, his eyes boring down into your own with anger flooding them. The normal hazelnut brown had deepened to a menacing dark chocolate, and he still ground his jaw the same way he had been all evening. 

"Joon, I-" 

"Shut up. You wanna spill secrets like that, huh? Should I tell the boys some of yours?" 

He took both your wrists in his, pinning them to the wall above your head. 

"Should I tell them that you love to wear leather?" He lowered his lips to your neck, ever so gently letting them graze the skin.

"Should I tell them how your nipples are so sensitive, I can make you squirm with one little touch?" As he spoke, he lowered his right hand, using his finger tip to trace the spot over your breast where your nipple had already stood to attention.

"Should I tell them that you love it when I spank that ass of yours?" 

Suddenly his hand is down between your legs, pushing your skirt up to your hips and with a quick movement, he slaps harshly at your clothed pussy. 

"And that you love it even more when I spank your cunt?" Your core ached for him, a gush of wetness staining your panties at the pure rush of pain and pleasure. 

"J-Joon, I..." The hand he had used to spank your pussy shot up to your mouth, covering it to silence you. 

"That mouth has done too much damage tonight already, sweetie. I think you should stay quiet until daddy tells you to speak, don't you?" You nod under his grip, deep breaths having to come through your nose. "Get down, on your knees." 

You obeyed immediately. You knew not to argue with him. As soon as you were down, he undid his belt buckle and let his hands fall to his sides. He expected you to do the rest, you knew the drill.