Waste It On Me ( BTS Namjoon x Reader)

Part 2 - Chapter 4

10th July 2015

“how are you?” you grin into the laptop, “how are the shows?”
“amazing” he grins. You have waited excitedly all day, after managing to arrange this call across your busy schedules. He talks excitedly about the performances, the other members and funny stories from the tour so far. He asks about work, your friends and boring things he shouldn’t care about, yet seems genuinely interested in your answers.
“where are you?” he asks confused, realising he doesn’t recognise the room behind you, trying to look over your shoulder.
“my kitchen” you wave a hand behind you
“show me” he smiles, “I’ve only ever seen your bedroom”
Standing up from the dining table, you hold the laptop as you walk around the room. He compliments the décor and asks random questions about items he sees, quizzing you on the collection of fridge magnets you have purchased as souvenirs from the places you have travelled.
“this one is from the first time I came to Seoul” you point and he smiles.
“show me the rest of your house” he asks with a grin, clearly enjoying the tour so far.
You carry the laptop into the living room, showing him the couch, the TV and bookshelf.
“what books do you have?” he squints at the screen, trying to read the spines, you hold the laptop closer, pulling out a few books - he asks your opinion.
“these are just a few cheesy romance ones” you point to the end of shelf.
“show me” he chuckles, you pull out one of the books, the cover shows a muscled Viking man, furs only covering the strategic parts of his body as he grips a woman in his arms, her hair blowing, she is staring up at his mouth in awe.
“I haven’t read this one yet” you put the book back, a little embarrassed showing him the book after his amazing intelligent recommendations.
“what’s it about?” he laughs, “it looks great”
“it’s a smutty one, ok?” you groan, rolling your eyes.
“read some to me” his grin is huge, his perfect teeth showing between his beautifully deep dimples, his eyes shining with humour.
“no way” you laugh, sitting down on the sofa with the laptop.
“please” his eyes turn serious, you feel like he is looking directly into you, making your stomach tighten with lust.
“oh my god” you whine, reaching for the book, “but I don’t know if it’s good…”
You flick through the pages halfway into the book, usually where things get extra steamy – scanning the pages for words he would be interested in.
“do I have to do this?” your cheeks heat under his gaze as you find a sex-scene.
“yes!” he laughs, but is totally serious.
You give a small cough before starting, “she had never felt such desire before, the way he was looking at her made Rose’s stomach knot. Ragnar crossed the space between them, gripping her hips in his large hands. Rose felt the hardness of his erection press firmly against her through her thin skirt. His hands roamed over her, gathering the folds of material in his hands until his long fingers touched her bare thighs. His kiss was deep and hungry, his tongue exploring her mouth, a soft moan escaping her lips. His fingers moving between her legs, finding the wetness waiting for him…”
You dare a glance up at Namjoon, his eyes are fixed on the laptop screen, wide in awe - he coughs sheepishly, “well… that was sexy” he rubs his mouth, “show me your bedroom again” he breathes, almost begging.
You stand on shaking legs, carrying the laptop up the stairs and into your sun-soaked room. You rest the screen on your chest of drawers so he can see into the room.
“are we carrying on the tour?” he asks breathlessly, sounding horny.
“only the highlights” you smirk, opening one of your drawers, “this is where I keep my underwear…” you hold up a few items to the laptop, making him groan out an exhale, “so you can choose what I change into”
“wow” he sighs as you show him your best bras.
“I’m already wearing the matching panties to this one” you grin, holding up a black lacey bra.
“that’s the one” he hums, rubbing his neck excitedly, “can I watch you change into it?”
“of course” you smile, holding his eye contact in the screen, he looks excited, your stomach pooling with desire, knowing that look in his eye.
Turning around from the camera, you pull off your top, reaching your hands behind your back to unclip the bra you are wearing, tossing it to the floor. You glance over your shoulder to make sure Namjoon is still watching intently, his jaw looks tight and he rubs his hand through his hair roughly.
Still with your back to him, you slide on the black bra, arranging your boobs to sit perfectly in the cups before turning around.
“amazing” he breathes, “but would have been better if you were facing the camera” he raises an eyebrow.
Sliding your fingers under your leggings, you roll them down slowly, stepping out and straightening up so he can see you in just the matching underwear.
“too perfect” he hums, his hand still rubbing his long muscular neck.
“I have another drawer to show you” you carry the laptop over to the bed, tilting it so he can watch you open your night-stand.
“is that…” his eyes widen as he sees your vibrator.
“yes” you hum, lifting it from the drawer.
“oh my god” his voice sounding full of lust, your stomach floods with need. You watch him onscreen pulling down his sweatpants, lifting his t-shirt to expose a strip of skin across his toned stomach - his thighs look huge and he is very clearly hard inside his boxers.
“I’m going to imagine it’s you” you whisper, watching his eyes as he stares on screen at you taking off your black panties. Namjoon inhales a shuddering breath as you bring the vibrator to your wetness, running it over your entrance and up over your clit.
On screen, he finally pulls down his boxers, gripping himself firmly.
“this feels amazing” you gasp, running the vibrator back and forth over your clit, the sensation fizzing through your body. He mirrors your movement by running his thumb over himself, his breathing heavy as he watches you.
“I’m not going to last long” you pant, your eyes half closing as the pleasure takes over.
“oh god” he groans, his hand working up and down his hardness, “I want to watch you cum”
“I…” you gasp through the sensation, “I wish this was you…” you watch him on screen as you slide the vibrator in.
“fuck… me too” he breathes, gripping himself tightly, the look on his face is too sexy, your orgasm ripples through you, making your leg shake.
As you open your eyes, Namjoon is still looking at you, “I want to watch you now” you hum through the haze of your subsiding pleasure.
His hand speeds up, his eyes close as he enjoys the sensation.
“when you put that in you…” he breathes heavily, “I’ve never been so jealous…”
“I was imagining it was your dick” you breathe, knowing he is close.
“I can still remember exactly how it feels…” he tilts his head back, eyes closed as his thigh jumps - he shoots into his hand with a soft groan. You’ve never seen anything so sexy.

*****
August 28th 2015

“goodnight!!!!” Amanda whispers but it comes out like a shout from the back of the taxi.
“love you, goodnight” you reply, shutting the taxi door behind you. On unsteady feet you make it to your front door, putting the key in the lock. You turn to wave but the taxi is gone and you are waving at an empty street.
The night out has been really fun. Catching up over drinks, chatting to a few guys as you sat with cocktails at a bar, and a little dancing before calling it a night. You haven’t been out with friends since you broke up with Mark, and it has been really nice getting attention from guys tonight.
You make it into the door, tossing your heels off your aching feet and lock up behind you. As you collapse on the couch, your phone pings. You fumble in your bag, finally locating your phone.
‘My thighs are killing me xx’ your stomach fills with excited butterflies.
Since he went on tour his schedule has been crazy, you have only managed to share a few text conversations with Namjoon over the last month - nothing too sexy, mostly catching up on his shows and the places he is seeing. Tonight had been so much fun, flirting and dancing with guys, but the thought of drunken phone-sex with Joon is much more of a turn-on.
You concentrate on your reply, checking for spelling before sending, ‘please don’t talk to me about your amazing thighs... I’m drunk xx’ followed by a winking emoji.
‘I thought you’d be asleep’ he replies, ‘why are you drunk?’ then instantly, ‘Have you had a fun night?’
‘It was really fun! Cocktails, dancing, and I got someone’s number xx’ your fuzzy brain wants to see his reaction, not really sure if you want to make him jealous, or bring out his possessive side.
‘a guy’s phone number?’
‘yes, he was pretty cute’ you test further, one eye closed to stop the phone screen from blurring.
‘as cute as me?’
‘no body is as cute as you’ you reply, ‘I could look at you all day’ after you hit send you add, ‘and all night xx’
He sends back a smiley, ‘good to know I’m still the cutest’. You make it upstairs and take off your dress and underwear, collapsing into bed wearing only your makeup, not able to face going into the bathroom right now.
‘and have the BEST thighs xx’ you send with another winking face.
‘we’ve been doing choreography all day, they are sore’ he sends a sad face.
‘need a massage?’ you text flirtatiously.
‘I’d take a drunken woman sitting on my lap, that would make me feel better’ your stomach floods with excitement, imagining his solid thighs under your ass.
‘well... I’m drunk! and naked... xx’
‘sounds like you’d be a perfect fit’ he replies, seconds later he sends a picture. He is in what looks like a changing room in a gym, his neck muscles bulging from exercise. He is sat down showing his beautiful face, the length of his body, and mostly his lap in grey sweat pants.
You keep the picture open on your phone, staring at all the small details of his body. His strong arms, the veins showing delicately under his skin. His perfect skin and tiny freckle on his forehead. The outline of his sore muscular thighs under the trousers. You admire the picture, not realising your eyes are getting heavy…