Can you please write a Namjoon smut about you and him are dating and you're at a BTS concert? Then you and him have sex backstage (like in a dressing room or somewhere? Thank you!
Here you both are~! ^^ I combined your requests bc they’re pretty much identical lol. Hope you enjoy! <3
The rule about concerts is that family members and friends
aren’t allowed to visit until after. The boys need to focus beforehand on
warming up and last minute prep, so everyone is politely asked to stay out of
the backstage area and simply enjoy the concert when it starts.
And you’re never an exception to that rule…which is why you
find it strange when you get a text from Namjoon, asking you to come backstage.
The large arena is already starting to flood with people—the doors having
recently opened—and yet you push your way upstream through the crowd, trying to
make it to where Namjoon is. You’re not sure why exactly he needs you at this
very moment, but it seems that security knows you’re coming too, because when
they see you they immediately let you pass, and a coordi noona you bump into
points you in the direction of the boy’s changing room without question.
As you approach the room the door opens, and the boys step
out. Yoongi blinks in surprise when he spots you standing there, but quickly
tries to hide his growing smirk when a look of understanding passes over his
“You’ve got 20 minutes until we’re supposed to be on,” he
says, patting your shoulder friendlily as they all pass. “Namjoon’s inside—go
Watching them leave, utter confusion written across your
features, you finally enter the room. Almost immediately a hand flies past your
head and slams the door shut, the lock clicking as your eyes shoot to your
boyfriend, whose eyes are as dark as the night sky. You can see the hunger and
dominance present in his features and open you mouth to question what’s gotten
him so riled up, but the only sound that passes your lips is a startled gasp—Namjoon’s
large hand cupping your womanhood.
“Thank god you wore skirt today,” he moans happily, hot
breath fanning out against the skin of your neck, and goosebumps rise immediately.
Biting your lips, your thighs tighten around his hand as you push your palms
against his chest.
“N-Namjoon? What’s up with you?”
“I thought about things I shouldn’t have and maybe saw an
erotic image or two on my SNS feed, so please
let me fuck you, holy shit.”
“Oh my god,” you
blush, attempting to cover your tomato colored face as Namjoon’s hands roam
your sides, attempting to wrestle you out of your clothes. In the back of your
head time is ticking—because you know that when Namjoon gets horny, he forgets
about everything else he needs to be doing—so you’re likely the only one at the
moment who remembers he’s got a concert to perform in less than 20 minutes.
“Ok, ok,” you hurriedly say between his heated kisses, his
tongue invading your mouth and causing you to slur your words a bit. “Do you
want me to suck your dick? You gotta go soon and—”
“No, babe, I have to feel you,” he grunts, tearing your
shirt over your head. He doesn’t bother unclipping your bra, and simply slips
the straps off your shoulder, folding the cups down so he can flick his tongue
over your hardening nipples. You let out a shaky breath at the feeling, one
hand holding onto the back of his neck for support as you lean back against the
door, knees feeling week.
Curse Kim Namjoon for always managing to turn you on in a
Smirking against your flushed skin, Namjoon kisses his way
down your breasts, his hands sliding up your thighs and pushing your skirt up
to your waist. However, you don’t bother fighting it, the wetness between your
legs growing with every passing second.
“God I fucking love you” he laughs when he sees the dark
spot on your panties, and you roll your eyes, tangling your hand is his hair as
he pushes the crotch of the garment aside, no time to do this properly. You’ve
only got about 13 minutes left, and you’re sure the coordi noonas won’t want
Namjoon running on stage looking like a recently fucked out 22 year old.
Hoisting your legs up to tangle around his waist, Namjoon
hurriedly carries you to a nearby table and sets you down, hands fumbling for
the zipper of his jeans. You watch him with anticipation, hand migrating to
your breast as he pumps his throbbing cock a few times, digging in his pocket
for a condom.
After getting the protection on, Namjoon leans forward and
towers over you. Licking your lips, you grab the back of his head and drag him
into a passionate kiss, his fingertips pressing bruising marks into your sides.
Pulling back for breath a minute later, Namjoon smooths his blond
hair backwards and grabs his cock, rubbing it between your dripping folds. You
pant harshly when he pushes in, fingernails digging into his shoulder blades,
and he’s careful to be slow despite the anticipation and wantonness flowing through
“I’m good,” you eventually whisper, looking him in the eye
reassuringly, and with your approval Namjoon goes to town. He starts off fast
and rough—and it’s what you’re used to when Namjoon is overly needy. So, you
wrap your arms around him and hold on for dear life, unable to help the moans
and gasps that escape you. You can hear the fans starting to chant and sing
along with the pre-concert music playing, so hopefully that’s managing to
muffle the sounds Namjoon and you are making quite a bit.
“God you’re so tight
today,” he grunts, hands braced on the table beside your head, and you can do
nothing but gasp desperately in response. Your mind is muddled by the pleasure assaulting
your body, and no coherent words are available for you to speak. But Namjoon
doesn’t seem to mind—more than happy to lean down and kiss you silly as he
continues thrusting into you, your walls beginning to tighten around him.
“Just another minute, babe,” he whispers against you, head
dropping into the crook of your neck. “I’m almost there.”
Biting your bottom lip, you attempt to relax yourself, trying
to wait for him, but the feeling of Namjoon’s length filling you so perfectly—his
body pressed against your and every touch electrifying—makes holding off your
orgasm somewhat impossible to do.
“N-Namjo-oon, I—!” you stutter, back arching, and Namjoon
curses as you tighten around him, walls pulsing as your orgasm overtakes you.
However, Namjoon continues to ride you through it, chasing his own orgasm—and the
blissful look on your face combined with the magical feeling of your wet heat
around his cock grants him his release as well.
Breathing heavily, Namjoon gently collapses on top of you
and you hold him tight. The two of you remain like that for a minute before the
chanting in the distance catches your attention again, and you nudge Namjoon up.
“You gotta go. ARMY is waiting.”
“Yeah,” he agrees, straightening up and disposing of the
used condom. He attempts to clean himself up a little before he quickly makes
for the door. You watch him go with a fond eye roll, blinking in surprise when
he suddenly turns on his heel and makes his way back to you. Cupping your
cheeks, he kisses you lovingly, saying, “Thank you for that.”
“Anytime,” you respond with a laugh. “Now go and slay
everyone! I’ll catch up with you later!”
“Will do!” he calls back with a smile, and in the end you
sadly miss the opening act, but that’s ok. Your opening act with Namjoon was way better. At least in your opinion~