Waste It On Me ( BTS Namjoon x Reader)

Part 1 - Chapter 5

As your orgasm subsides, you lean forward and breathe heavily into his neck, his head lolling backwards giving you perfect access. His beautiful skin has a glowing sheen in the dull light of the room and he smells even better with a layer of sweat.
“let me go freshen up” you lift off him, a moan gurgles up his throat as his dick slides out of you. Heading to the bathroom you grab your robe from the floor, taking one last glance behind you - you can see Namjoon’s chest rising and falling sharply as he pulls himself together, yanking his jeans back up.
In the bathroom you take a few gulping breathes to get your breathing back to normal. You smile into the mirror, hoping that Namjoon will be thinking about this night with you for a while– and its only just began. He is so gorgeous and talented, and from the limited time you’ve known him, he seems a genuinely nice guy – it almost seems cruel that the k-pop industry is so strict about the idols dating and meeting girls. Namjoon is in his early 20’s, he should be with a different girl every night if he wants to.
You freshen up, pulling the robe back around you, realising you’ve left your underwear on the floor between Namjoon’s feet and smile to yourself. 
Opening the bathroom door, you see him fully dressed again and standing on the other side of the sofa, leaning on the back of it facing into the room.
“are you leaving?” you quiz, teasing him.
He meets your eye, “do you want me to?”
“I think I’ve made it clear; I want you for the night Namjoon”, his throat bobs – you’ve never found guys being nervous around you so sexy before.
You start to walk towards him, but he raises a hand, “hold on, one second” he stares at you, admiring your body covered in the short robe, your chest fluttering from his keen attention.
“ok…?” you quiz, slightly confused, stopping where you are.
“I just need one second... you’re so gorgeous, and I want to remember everything” you smile, your chest filling with an expanding feeling. You stay stood across the room from him, your back to the bathroom door, warmed by his eyes running up and down your body.
“I don’t think I’ve ever made a girl… you know… cum before. During sex at least...not like that” he looks down, rubbing his hand through his blonde hair. Again, his nervousness makes your stomach clench with excitement, “I’ve never felt anything like that before… when you…”
“the look on your face as it was happening was amazing” you smile, remembering the flash of confusion and awe in his eyes.
“it was shock I think” he chuckles, “I didn’t think you were serious when you said we’d both cum in seconds, I thought you meant me because I couldn’t hold it back”
“I know what gets me off” you smirk, “I think I needed it after our first kiss on your sofa... and hearing Yoongi with that girl... and seeing Jin in the kitchen...” he finally looks up, meeting your gaze, your words shooting hot desire across the room between your bodies, “it was torture being in your apartment and not being able to have your fingers in me” you breathe.
Namjoon closes the steps between you and pushes you softly into the bathroom door, “do you want that?” he asks, “that’s one thing I think I’m good at” he smiles, pulling the tie of your robe.
“yes” your breathing sharpens instantly.
“oh my god” he breathes when he notices you only have a bra on underneath, you spread your legs slightly for him as his hand trails down your neck, grazing over your breast and stomach, then moving from your hip to the top of your thigh. He pauses, his hand feeling suddenly tentative.
“please” you whisper into his chest, breathing in the scent of his t-shirt.  His fingers edge closer to between your legs.
“say it one more time” he smiles, looking down into your eyes. His eyes are so brown, you lose your resolve to stay dominant.
“please” you whisper again, keeping your eyes locked together as his long finger finally makes contact with your wet clit.
Gripping his hips to steady yourself, he keeps his fingers moving slowly. He leans down, taking your bottom lip in his mouth. He must be able to taste your stifled groan as he pushes two fingers into you.
He hadn’t lied when he said he was good at it, your legs feel weak, if it wasn’t for the strong hand pushing up into you between your legs, you might crumble to the floor.
His long fingers feel amazing curling inside you, touching all of the right places that make your stomach fizz with excitement.
“I wanted to do this within 5 minutes of meeting you” he confesses breathlessly into your ear, “that short dress was driving me crazy. And when I finally had you against the wall, I was about to go for it then”
His dirty talk is driving you crazy, your leg starts shaking, your orgasm already getting closer.
“then you said you didn’t want to fuck me, I think I nearly died” he breathes into your ear, his fingers picking up their pace inside you.
“I did… you know I did… I was wet for you even then” you pant.
“if I’d have known that…I would definitely have died” his fingers keep getting faster and you moan, looking into his eyes – he seems surprised that what he is doing is working, the look on his face fills you with more desire, “I was so hard the whole time” he breathes into your mouth.
The memory of sitting with him in his apartment floods your vision – you can almost hear the other members heavy breathing and feel the sexual charge of the party. You remember feeling Namjoon pushing his hips up against you as you’d straddled him, he had been so hard underneath you. His jeans and your wet underwear causing the torturous teasing friction over your clit.
The memory, and his never-ending fingers bring you over the edge, your leg trembling uncontrollably as you cum on his hand, your clit throbbing against his palm. You cling to his strong arms to stay on your feet, feeling the corded muscles underneath his warm skin.