Waste It On Me ( BTS Namjoon x Reader)

Part 2 - Chapter 3

June 28th 2015

Waking slowly, you realise you’re already smiling. Every day since that first call from Namjoon, you’ve woken up with a smile, no longer upset over the end of your relationship with Mark.
You grab your phone, realising you’ve slept later than usual. There is a text received at 3am ‘Hi – sorry about last night, JK took my phone, he was angry! I’ll make it up to you! The studio is empty late on a Sunday, I’ll be on Skype at 9pm my-time, please squeeze me in xx’
Your stomach fills with butterflies - 12noon your-time – only 2 hours to wait!

*****

You grab a late breakfast and spend the time pampering, taking a lengthy bath, picking the perfect outfit and underwear, finally styling your hair and make-up. Feeling as excited as getting ready for a real date. You are just setting up your laptop on your bed when a text pings in:
‘Finally alone! I think the members are suspicious about who I’m taking to - I had to force Jimin to go home with the others. I can’t wait to see you x’
Feeling just as excited, you power up Skype and call him, 15-minutes earlier than scheduled, “I couldn’t wait to see you either” you smile as the call connects.
Namjoon is stood up, bent over his studio desk so he could answer the call, “hey” he beams, “one second, I was just getting ready” you watch him walking around his studio then realise he is lighting candles. He looks amazing in black jeans and a simple grey hoodie.
“what is all this for?” you quiz when he sits down, bathed in the warm glow of the candlelight and a small lamp, his eyes sparkle and he looks ridiculously cute.
He waves his hands around, pointing at the candles, “it’s like... a date” he smiles, you see it dawn in his eyes that it might have been a stupid idea.
“that’s too cute” you can’t keep a cheesy grin off your face, “as I was getting ready, I thought it felt like a date”
He smiles, the shadows of his face make his dimples look so deep, “as usual, you look stunning” he leans into his monitor to take a better look at you.
“you too... but this isn’t a real date, Joon” you warn before you get too side-tracked by him, “just friends”
You think you see disappointment flashes over his eyes for a very brief second, “I know” he exhales, “but I wanted to make an effort. We go on tour next week so it’s going to be pretty hectic”

You fall into easy conversation with him, like on the first night you met, you find talking to him so natural and fun, even though your worlds and lives are so far apart. He tells you all about his tour dates and the countries they will be performing, chatting about friends and family, his dog and the other members. You chat about your likes and dislikes - watching him getting animated about mint-chocolate and seafood, his disbelief making you laugh when you admit to not having tried certain Korean foods or candy.
“you make me laugh so much” you smile, and you can tell he enjoys the compliment, “I was so shocked when you texted last week but it’s really nice having someone to talk to and laugh with... and flirt with” you’d told Namjoon about your relationship with Mark – that although you had known it wouldn’t work out, you had still felt hurt when it was finally over.
“am I a flirt?” he peeks into the camera in a very flirty way.
“whatever you do always works - I’ve ended up with no clothes on 3 times”
“I remember it all” his face suddenly looking less smiley and more serious, “JK was so mad last night”
“sorry!” you chirp, not really meaning it, “but you left me high and dry”
“you did worse to me a few days ago!” he banters back.
“you said you’d make it up to me” you also turn serious, studying his handsome face through the laptop. His beautiful skin glowing, and the column of his long neck making you want to lick him.
“are the candles enough?” he points them out behind him again.
“not what I had in mind” you bite your bottom lip and he watches your every movement.
“what do you have in mind?” he breathes and the lust in his deep voice sends tingles across your skin.
Instead of replying, you pull your top over your head and toss it onto the floor next to you, you turn back to the camera to see his eyes go wide.
“ohhh, I see” he grins and pulls his own hoodie over his head. He is topless underneath and looks mouth-watering.
“you look so good” you blurt out, mesmerised by his chest and toned stomach, the expanse of perfect skin. He leans his head to the side and rubs his neck as if massaging an ache, but you know it’s just to tease you. You remember how perfect his skin tasted when you’d pressed your lips to his neck, “I don’t think I appreciated that beautiful neck when I had you” you admit.
Namjoon keeps rubbing his hand, massaging out a knot “you licked all the way up to my ear when we were at my apartment - I nearly came in my pants” he chuckles but sounds serious, the memory making him horny.
“and I remember you licking me” you trail your fingers up between your breasts and onto your collarbone, tracing where his tongue had marked you, “pinned to the wall in your entrance way”
“ahh, this is torture” he groans, “I want to do that night again so badly”
“what was your favourite part?” you question, still trailing your fingers across your chest and bra, watching Namjoon’s eyes follow your hand eagerly.
“honestly... all of it...” he breathes, “look at you”
“I’m too busy looking at you” you offer cheekily, “c’mon, there must be something that was your favourite? I need to know so if we ever meet again, I’ll be sure to do it”
“I am being honest when I say, all of it...” he replies, his chest moving rhythmically as his breathing gets a little quicker, “but I guess one thing that is in my mind pretty much all of the time...” he pauses.
“tell me...” you breathe and push both bra straps off your shoulders making his eyes widen more.
“you were laid out under me, surrounded by the pillows, and you looked so so beautiful - your eyes were looking into me - I thought my heart would stop” he admits, almost with a hint of embarrassment “then you said...”
“...do anything you want to me” you finish the sentence in a breath – remembering the exact moment, looking up at him kneeling between your legs, leaning close enough to kiss.
“god... yeah...” he breathes, “my soul definitely left my body for a second when you said that”
“I would still let you” you whisper, feeling your stomach fizz.
He closes his eyes for a second, exhaling in a shudder, collecting himself, clearly turned on by your words.
“…but it’s hard for those rules to apply right now, when we can’t touch each other” reaching forward, you run your fingers over his face and chest on the laptop screen.
“can we please touch ourselves now though?” he begs breathlessly with a smile, standing up in full view of the camera to unbuckle his jeans, letting them drop to the floor.
Your stomach cartwheels, “yes...” you watch him sit back down admiring his huge thighs, his hand adjusting the impressive bulge in his boxers, teasing you so badly.

*****

“ahh god” he groans, finally releasing his beautiful dick from his boxers, wrapping his long fingers around himself. You watch, transfixed, as he tilts his head back for a second, clearly enjoying the first few strokes he’s been waiting 24-hours for.
“worth the wait?” you tease breathlessly, still staring at him enjoying his own hand, observing the perfect length of him.
“when you sent me that message...” he gasps, trying to steady his words, “saying you wanted to be in my bed last night” his eyes close, “I was so hard... this was all I wanted to do”
“if we were in your bed…” his eyes open as you speak and you hold his attention by removing the bottom half of your outfit, placing a hand between your legs, over your panties, “that would be my hand wrapped around your dick right now”
“yeah?” he moans softly, encouraging you to carry on. You don’t stop rubbing yourself teasingly over your underwear, feeling the excitement build as you watch him.
“although” you breathe, and he looks into the screen intently, eyes foggy with lust, “I don’t think I’d be able to stop myself climbing on top of you”
“why?” he moans out an exhale, his beautiful fingers still working in smooth strokes over his hardness, the end looking shiny in the lamp glow and every so often you see his thumb circle his tip seductively. You dream of taking the end into your mouth to taste him, as he groans again, watching you, “why?”
“because I remember how good you feel Namjoon... how hard you get, and the feeling of straddling on top of you... sliding you into me... it was amazing” as you say that you slide your hand under your panties, feeling how wet you are for him, he stares and his hand speeds up, “I’m so wet right now” you admit.
“fuck...” he whispers, unable to speak his hand is moving so fast.
“I loved fucking you” you move your panties to the side so he can watch you slide your fingers inside; you bite your lip at the sensation. He looks so good on screen right now.
“...me...too...” he gasps, “you’re too sexy”
“you are...” you lose your train of thought with the dirty talk, feeling your orgasm building between your legs, you see in Namjoon’s eyes he is close to cumming.
“I’d give anything to feel you cum right now” he groans, his hand jerking quickly, you hope he is imagining the feeling of your walls throbbing around him.
You study his face, still working your fingers inside you, your palm pressed to your sensitive clit. “Ahh” he moans, is eyes remaining closed, his knee bouncing slightly as he rides his orgasm, cumming in his hand, his jaw clenched tight.
You love that he came thinking about you riding on top of him, the memory of it tips you over the edge too, your clit throbbing, your eyes closed to savour the feeling. As you open them, Joon is staring at you intently through the screen, a satisfied smile on his face.

“I really like that face you make” he grins as you come round from your orgasm, moving your panties back into place, his eyes follow in wonder as you do.
“yours is so sexy… that’s what got me off” you admit, you watch him grab some tissues and clean up, pulling his boxers back into place. He grabs his hoodie from the floor and pulls it back on, to your disappointment.
You notice the time on your laptop – 3pm – “we’ve been chatting for hours” you inform him, “what time is it there?”
“midnight” he admits.
“Joon, you need to get home”
“I can sleep here” he points to the sofa behind him, “I fly to Australia in a few days, so this is our last chance to talk” he blows out the candles, making himself comfortable on the sofa with his laptop and blanket, “I want to talk to you”
You grin, curling up under your bed covers even though it’s the middle of the afternoon, “what could Kim Namjoon from BTS what to talk to me about?” you ask cheekily.
“everything” he smiles, making your chest swell with happiness.