Waste It On Me ( BTS Namjoon x Reader)

Part 1 - Chapter 4

You ride the elevator down with Namjoon, his eyes roaming over you from the other side of the cramped space, his hand tapping against his thigh as a release for his energy.
He had barely believed you when you’d stepped back into the apartment to grab your handbag and his hand. He didn’t say goodbye to the members – out of shock, or not wanting them to be jealous, you aren’t sure.
“I can’t believe this” he runs his hand over his face.
“believe what?” you smile innocently, your eyes roaming up and down his stunning lean body, eager to slide your hands under his t-shirt. The heat in the small elevator feels like it was rising, making you desperate to cross the two steps between you and be flush against his muscular body again.
You’ve already been told by the security guard that you aren’t allowed to touch each other between leaving the apartment and arriving in your hotel room, just in case anyone snaps a picture and it ends up online.
“I get a night away… with you… all night” the elevator door pings and opens.
The car is waiting in the car park on the ground floor, Namjoon opens the door for you like a gentleman, but takes an obvious lust-filled eager look down your dress and at your bare legs as you fold into the back seat, “oh my god” he whispers as he closes the door.
The car ride is short but excruciating, staring into his eyes, mirroring his lust. The driver reminds you of the no touching rule as soon as you’re both sat down in the back seat.
Namjoon’s hands have been firmly pressed on his muscular thighs the entire ride, and you can see in his eyes that he is willing them not to move over the space between you and touch your bare leg. His eyes dropping to your chest which feels like its heaving.
The car turns off the main road, stopping outside your hotel, you can’t risk walking in together - you will go in first, returning from the party as normal, then the security guard will bring Namjoon up to your room.
Grabbing the handle to open the door, your stomach fills with a feeling of dread, realising why Namjoon might think this is too good to be true.
The door still closed, you turn to the driver, “don’t you dare drive him home” you warn in Korean.
The driver smiles and turns round to look at both of you, “she really wants you Namjoon” he laughs.
Opening the car door, you take a last look at Namjoon, his eyes are wide with wonder and he looks so gorgeous, “yes, I do” you hum, looking directly in his eyes.
You hear his sexy exhale as you close the door - heading up to your hotel room.

*****

As you wait, you decide to freshen up – you do a quick tidy of your room, spruce your hair and make up. After a few more agonising minutes of waiting, you decide to change. You take off the dress and underwear, replacing the outfit with a matching bra and panty set, tying on a silk kimono-style robe, equally short and low cut to the wrap dress you’d been wearing, but with much easier access.
The door finally knocks. Taking a quick peek through the spy-hole, you smile at a very nervous looking Namjoon standing ready, balling his hands into fists then wringing them out with a shake.
You open the door and smile, reading the excitement in his eyes. Namjoon steps over the threshold into the room, before you can press against his muscular body, the driver steps in behind him.
“oh” you look at Namjoon then the driver, surprised.
“just a quick security check” the driver says, glancing around the room and checking in the bathroom. The check lasts seconds, but standing one step away from Namjoon, the both of you radiating heat from wanting each other so badly, it feels like an hour. You don’t break eye contact with Namjoon as the driver does his final sweep – everything being said with your eyes of what you are going to do to him when the door closes.
“you look amazing” Namjoon smiles, his dimples making your knees feel weak.
“have a great night” the driver finally smiles knowingly, “7am, Joon” he warns, closing the door behind him.
The sound of the door clicking closed unleashes something in Namjoon – he closes the space between the two of you drawing your lips to his, his kisses are hurried and desperate, his warm breath filling your mouth.
“privacy...” you moan against his lips, his body pinning you to the wall, his tongue finding yours.
“...finally” he moans as you slide your hands up his t-shirt, making contact with his warm skin and feeling his muscular toned body.
With your hands still up his t-shirt, you push him gently, breaking the kiss, he steps back half a step. Removing your hands from him, you look him in the eye as you pull the tie from around your robe, letting it fall open, his eyes wide with wonder. The muscles in his neck tense, his Adam’s Apple bobs as he looks at the strip of your exposed body where the robe has fallen open.
“how did I get this lucky?” he pants, “you are the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen” his words and the look in his eyes making you instantly wet.
“It doesn’t sound like you’ve had much to compare this to recently” you say, opening the robe a little wider, his eyes moving down to lock on your panties.
“I’ve never been in a hotel room with a girl before” he swallows, his hands in fists at his sides, he seems totally unsure what to do with you – you find it totally sexy and endearing.
You pull his t-shirt so he closes the small gap between your bodies again, “then I’ll make this extra special for you” you pull his bottom lip into a kiss and he moans into your mouth, gently laying his large hands on your hips. His moan sends sparks through your stomach, your hands trailing down the front of his t-shirt until you hit his belt.
You both look down watching your hands unbuckling his belt, undoing the button and zip of his jeans - he is wearing black boxers underneath, the colour of his toned stomach meeting the dark waistband of his boxers makes you eagerly slide your fingers under the elasticated band.
He hisses, watching your hand slide further into his boxers – you send a silent prayer of thanks that what you feel is the perfect size and practically throbbing it’s so hard.
“oh god” Namjoon stares down at your hand wrapped around his erection. His leg starts shaking again, his nervousness is a real turn on.
His eyes close in concentration, his mouth slightly open, you moved your hand over his perfect length a few times, letting out an exhale to let him know his hardness is turning you on so much.
“oh god” he breathes, “stop!” your hand stills, “I’m too close already... just… give me a minute” he keeps his eyes clenched closed, his leg still trembling. His hands grip your hips tightly, you can see the muscles in his arms are tense.
“ok, ok” you soothe, removing your hands from his boxers and giving his bottom lip a small kiss, “I have an idea”
“you always have the best ideas” he offers a small laugh and finally opens his eyes, you meet his gaze and he seems embarrassed that he’d stopped you, but still extremely horny.
“come and sit down” you pull him further into the room - the hotel that your employer provides is really nice, and there is a small couch and coffee table area near the floor to ceiling window along one wall, the thin voile curtain is drawn but you can see the city lights twinkling outside.
Namjoon takes a seat on the couch, you follow him, dropping to your knees between his legs, resting your palms on his thighs.
“oh god… if you…” he starts, his eyes flooding with panic and he tries to stand up, you press down on his thighs to stop him.
You interrupt him, “don’t worry, that’s for later” you lick across your lower lip looking down at his open jeans and bulging boxers, “...and it’ll be the best one you’ve ever had” you smile, his eyes on your lips still look panicked.
“I’m thinking...” you begin, “we’re both far too worked up to last all night right now, so how about...” his eyes meet yours, full of wonder, “I get on top... and we’ll both cum really quickly. Then the first one is out of the way, and we can have loads of fun with the rest of our evening”
His mouth drops open at your idea, “if you get on top of me right now...” he breathes, “I’ll go off in a flash, even your hand felt too good”
“honestly, I will too Namjoon” you lean forward to give him a small reassuring kiss.
Getting to your feet, his eyes shining as they watch you shrug off the robe completely, “pull those down” you breathe pointing at his jeans, he complies instantly, his boxers coming down with them. He sits back and his erection looks amazing, his chest heaving under his t-shirt, never breaking eye contact with you as you slide off your panties.
You watch him, feeling powerful as his eyes travel down your body, unable to hide his unsteady breathing and wide eyed wonder. You place one knee next to his hip, grabbing his shoulders as you hover over him.
“oh my god” he breathes, reaching out to slide his hands over your hips, coming to rest on the small of your back, just above your ass.
“oh my god” you echo, looking at his perfect skin, strong neck and plump lips. You are so wet for him, “best plan ever...don’t worry, I think we’ll both last seconds”. Before he can respond, you bring your other knee to his other side, perfectly positioned over him.
“Are you ready for this?” you smile, and in a swift movement you move one hand down between your legs to guide him into you. You both hiss, looking into each others eyes, his deep groan nearly sending you over the edge already.

*****

You’ve done this enough to know what works for you and right now you just need a quick release to be able to calm down and concentrate. The energy of the party, straddling him on the couch, the feel of his hips rising up underneath you, his tongue between your breasts, the agony of the taxi ride... it has all been too much.
You make yourself comfortable straddled over him, you move your hands back to his shoulders, feeling him fill you so perfectly.
“okay?” you confirm with him, but the look of wonder in his eyes suggests it feels amazing for him too. He breathes a word in Korean that you don’t know, you take it as a good sign and begin to move.
You know the best way to get off – you move back and forward, riding on top of him, working your clit against him. After only a few thrusts, you start to feel the sparks build in your stomach. Namjoon’s breathing is sharp next to your ear.
“hold on… a… few more… seconds” you whisper between gasps as you grind on him to create the amazing friction you know works every time.
“ok” he pants, his eyes closed, jaw clenched from concentration and his fingers digging into the small of your back, “it feels...” he manages to say, you speed up slightly, so so close to cumming. The look on his face is too sexy, it tips you over the edge and your walls throb around him, you stop rocking, allowing the sensation to flood over you.
Namjoon’s eyes snap open, finding yours which are hazy with pleasure, staring at each other as you continue to clench around him, riding out your orgasm, your legs trembling slightly on either side of his.
“what just…?” he gasps in a whisper but can’t finish the sentence, his own wave hits him and you feel him pulsing inside you, his jaw locked and his strong neck muscles tense. You look into his face, studying his expression but his eyes are closed. He is so gorgeous.
“that feels amazing” you whisper to him as he thrusts upwards one last time with his final pulse.