Waste It On Me ( BTS Namjoon x Reader)

Part 1 - Chapter 3

As the kiss deepens, Namjoon’s hips keep rising up underneath you, his buckled jeans pressing into you. If you offered to fuck him right there on the couch, you’re sure he’d say yes – judging by what's happening with Yoongi and his girl on the other side of the room, it would be acceptable!
His hips raise again, you instinctively press down onto him, Namjoon breathes a soft moan, his heart hammering with excitement. Through your panties, you can feel how hard he is in his jeans. You wish for more privacy, desperate to see what is causing the perfect friction between your legs as you press down, grinding against him softly.
You pull away from the breathy kiss and lean into his neck, he tilts his head back giving you total access. Bending forward to drag the tip of your tongue from his collar bone to his ear. His hips stay raised, giving you amazing pressure between his bulge and your underwear.
Knowing it’ll drive him crazy, you push down further against him, whispering, “I’m not going to fuck you on this couch” into the shell of his ear. He lets out a deep groan against your neck – whether from what you said, or the fact that you have whispered the word ‘fuck’ into his ear. The vibrations from his groan feel like they bounce around in your chest.
“I don’t know where we can go” he looks over your shoulder searchingly, “there is no privacy in here!” no one seems to be coming out of their allocated rooms anytime soon.
“By the door?” he nods. You look over your shoulder to the entrance area, it looks like a mountain of coats and shoes.
“what do you take me for?” you smile, standing up from his lap, looking down to observe the impressive budge in his tight jeans. He notices you looking and tries to rearrange himself as he stands up.
Grabbing your hand, Namjoon leads you to the entrance area, his long fingers wrap around yours and you know that at some point tonight you want them inside you.
He swings you around, your back pressing against the front door - you are tucked in the small entrance way, his impressive height and the hooks of coats shielding you from view of the living room.
You look up at him, he is looking down at you hungrily, you tilt your face up to him, expecting a kiss, instead he drops his gaze to your chest, bringing his hand up to run one finger down the deep v of your dress between your breasts. You sigh and shiver at the same time, your nipples so close to his hands going instantly hard and your chest heaves. He bends down slightly, this time trailing upwards with his tongue, his hands pushing your hips back into the door. His body making you feel tiny.
His mouth carries on moving upwards, over your collarbone then the sensitive skin of your neck. The feel of him pinning you to the door mixed with the scent of his clean hair makes your knees feel weak, your ankles are shaky in your heels.
His long body presses further against you, raising one leg to hook around his thigh, giving his impressive bulge better access to press against your crotch again. You draw him into another agonising kiss, his tongue finding yours, your mind floods with images of his mouth between your legs too.
One of Namjoon’s hands trails from your hip down your thigh until it reaches the hem of your dress, his heavy excited breathing against your neck. He snakes his hand under the fabric, sliding back up, his long gentle fingers making contact with the sensitive skin at the top of your thigh, right next to your panties. You shiver into his mouth at the feeling of his fingertip, he inhales a shuddering breath into your mouth, making you so wet.
The sound of your kisses, panting breathes and his unsure gentle fingers, hesitating to move under your panties, is making you forget you’re in an entry way of this tiny apartment.
You break off the kiss, leaning back away from his perfect lips, trying to clear your head - his hand retreats. The turned-on glaze in his eyes making you desperate to slide your hand into his jeans.
“I’m not going to fuck you against a coat rack” you breathe – trying to convince yourself as well as him.
He looks down and rubs his hands over his hair and face, clearly frustrated – not at you, but in the lack of privacy in this apartment.
“I’m feeling like I need to beat up J-Hope to kick him out of the bedroom” his chest still heaving and his smile is clearly fake.
His words spark an idea – you are less than 5 minutes from a perfectly good hotel bedroom!
“I have an idea - give me one second” you grin up at him. You do a quick re-shuffle of your hair and dress, open the front door and slip out into the corridor. Not turning back to see Namjoon’s reaction.

*****

The security guard standing outside the door looks up – seemingly shocked that you’re leaving. Your Korean is conversational so you hope you can make a compelling argument.
“I’m taking Namjoon for the night” you smile boldly, “he’s worked so hard this year and he deserves a break. I’m staying at a hotel about 5 minutes from here and I’m taking him with me”
The security guy smiles, looking your body up and down, “lucky Namjoon…” he smirks, “let me make a call” he pulls out his phone and walks to the other end of the corridor.
You stand and wait, the door to the members apartment opens a crack and Namjoon’s face appears, “one minute” you smile cheekily, and he looks confused but relieved that you’re still there. The door closes.
The security guard walks back towards you, “there’ll be a car downstairs in a few minutes, one of our guys will be outside the door the whole time, and Joon has to leave at 7am”
Those are the conditions. Your nod, your chest expanding with excitement.
“outside the door the whole night?” you smile, “lucky him”