Playtime - A Book Of BTS Smut And Fluff

Do I Know You? - Namjoon NSFW

Saturday nights were usually spent curled up at home in a ball on your sofa watching some show on Netflix you never really cared about. Saturday nights were often spent with you drooling on your couch cushion, with a bag of half eaten crisps propped up against the couch on the floor. These nights weren't spent sitting at a bar you've never been to, watching as couples got off with each other in different corners of the room, and giving them the dirtiest look whilst they did so.

This was one of those bars. A place that never intended to start out with the reputation that it had. The private booths and kind of opaque curtains that hid everything but the silhouette of randy couples that were obviously doing things they shouldn't be. Despite the live porn that was happening, this place didn't go downhill. It didn't become tacky or dangerous. It remained the somewhat classy joint it always had been.

I digress. This was a bar you'd never been to before. One you'd never intended on visiting, but thanks to a friend of yours, you were encouraged to add a multitude of things onto your bucket list, one of which was to try new things to get you out of your comfort zone. So, here you were: sat in a strange establishment in the middle of a Saturday night, drinking a cocktail through a straw and debating whether or not midnight would be too early to go home.

That was until you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around and there, standing before you was perhaps the most beautiful man you've ever seen. He was tall, well-built and had plump lips that had been moisturised by the tongue that had just popped out to wet them. That tongue. No doubt that would have you screaming about the seven hells just in the first round.

"Hi," the stranger said, a bright smile forming on his face. "How are you?"

You were a bit taken aback by this question. You'd had men hit on you in the past, but not one of them had asked how you were. "I'm good, thank you. How are you?"

"Yeah, I'm great. I was sat over there," he gestured to some part of the bar that you didn't care to look at, "all alone. I saw you were too. I was just wondering if I could join you, and maybe buy you a drink?"

"Um... sure. Yeah."

You both had fresh drinks made for you while you were talking. Or rather, whilst you were flirting. The flirting didn't stop. He'd compliment your eyes, or your hair, or the red Converse highs you were wearing. "They really compliment your legs." He'd remarked.

You'd noted that comment. It wasn't the first time you'd heard it. Your boyfriend likes it too. He'd always tell you that you have the perfect legs for Converse highs.

You had a boyfriend. You'd forgotten. In that brief moment of flirtatious banter, your boyfriend had taken a back seat in your mind. He'd disappeared as you thought about getting on your knees for this gorgeous stranger, and screaming his name as he pounds into you. That seemed to be all you wanted. So when the stranger leant in and kissed you, you didn't stop him.

Well, you did. Right as he was about to stick his tongue down your throat. "I have a boyfriend." You confessed. "We shouldn't do this."

The stranger just smirked, resting his hand on your bar stool and pulling you closer to him. "That's not what I'm getting from this." His face was inches from yours. His hand had begun to trail it's way up your body. "That kiss told me you want me." His hand wrapped around your throat. "That kiss told me you're wet for me. Tell me I'm wrong."

You couldn't. As much as you wanted to you couldn't. You'd long passed the point of wanting him to needing him.

He moved his lips closer to yours. "Shall we grab a booth?"

You practically screamed "yes" at him in your head. What you said was more calm and collected but you don't know how.

You followed him to an empty booth, your hands interlocked with one another. He sat you down and closed the sheer curtains. You were to become one of those people - who got their jollies fucking someone in the middle of a crowded bar.

He immediately started attacking your neck with his lips, his hand kneading at your clothes breast and expertly pushing all the right buttons to have to needy and breathless for him. Your hands found their way into his brown hair, tugging at the long strands and losing yourself in the things he was making you feel. God, you felt so good. Especially when he unbuttoned your shirt and pulled the cups of your bra down to have access to your nipples. Part of you was happy that he wasn't intending on stripping you bare, but the way you were feeling in that moment you didn't care who could see your entire naked body. You just wanted him to make you scream.

He pulled you onto his lap, his lips now attached to yours. His hands pulling at your panties and snapping them off you. You'd never experienced anything like this before. It was pure passion, purely animalistic in it's nature. In one swoop, his cock was out of his pants and in your wet heat, stretching your walls. The two of you groaned as he entered you. Usually you're given some time to adjust, but you wasn't today. It was going to be quick, and it was going to be hot.

With him inside you, you started to move, his hands guiding you to a pace you both needed - which was ridiculously hard and fast. Had the music not been as loud, you would have heard the obscene sounds of your cunt swallowing his huge and thick length repeatedly. You'd hear the grunts and groans coming from his lips and into your ear.

"Fuck." He all but yelled. The two of you had got to the point now where you didn't care who'd hear you or who'd see you. There was a small part of you that welcomed the attention.

You were certainly a sight - your tits spilling out the top of your bra and bouncing like you were on a trampoline, your skirt only just covering your ass that, too, was jiggling with the force of your bodies smacking into each other. His hands were gripping onto your thighs, fingers digging in. Occasionally, his hand would land a smack on your arse that would make you even louder than before. Your clit rubbed on his jeans, adding that extra layer of stimulation that just drove you insane. You couldn't think, you could barely breathe. All you could do was feel how good he was making you feel.

"Fuck you feel so tight!" He exclaimed.

Your response was fast, breathy and through the smallest of tears. "I'm gonna cum. J-Joon, I'm gonna cum."

"Cum for me, baby. Cum on my dick."

You did. Your nails dug into his shoulders as you hit your high around him, your cunt getting tighter as you stuttered. He didn't stop to let you ease yourself through your orgasm though. He couldn't. Your pussy felt too good and he just couldn't help himself. He fully intended to cum on your face or somewhere else, but he couldn't stop himself in time. He coated your insides with his own orgasm, his teeth biting into your breast as he did so.

You kept him inside you as you both recovered. Your head buried in the crook of his neck, listening to his breathing which was erratic and heavy, not unlike yours. He held you close to him, a tender moment coming from such a heated fuck session. He laughed. "I didn't tell you my name."

You sat up and looked at him. "What?"

"I didn't tell you my name, baby."

"Did I say it!?" He nodded. You laughed. "Oh well. Happy anniversary, baby."

He kissed you. "Happy anniversary."