Waste It On Me ( BTS Namjoon x Reader)

Part 4 - Chapter 3

“Welcome” Namjoon grins as he waves his hands around his studio room, you step in tentatively – you have seen this room so many times on his calls, for a long time it had been the only place Joon had any privacy to call you. You recognise his desk chair and couch, his ornaments, bookshelves and equipment, but it’s disorientating to see what is behind his desk where his laptop rests – there is beautiful artwork hung on the walls.
“Its just like I imagined, but also so different” you smile in wonder, looking at all the little details in the room. He steps behind you and closes the door, you hear it lock and your stomach jumps with excitement. Your memory flooding with images of Joon touching himself on camera in this room, talking about everything he would do if you were here with him in the studio.
“You’re finally here” he breathes, stepping up behind you and nuzzling into your neck. You press your body back against him, your ass fitting perfectly into his crotch. He groans into your ear and the sensation makes you wet.
“what did we say we’d do if you got me into your studio?” you press back into him further and he presses forward so you can feel how hard he is already.
“I think we had one-hundred ideas of what we'd do” he moans, bringing his hands to your hips from behind, pulling you back to keep the pressure against his erection. His lips exploring your neck making you ridiculously horny for him, your heart racing at his touch.
“I remember my favourite” you tease, turning around to face him. He looks at you with anticipation, not knowing which of the fantasies you will play out.
You push him back onto the couch and he complies instantly, his eyes widening with fascination watching you drop to your knees between his legs.
“I jerked off thinking about this happening... far too many times” he admits with an embarrassed smile, his breath shuddering.
You rub your hands along his muscular thighs, making quick work of unzipping his trousers and opening them to reveal the bulge in his boxers.
"Hmm" you hum looking down into his crotch, you can feel his eyes burning into your face, staring at your lips that will soon be wrapped around him.
“I got myself off - thinking about you jerking off - too many times” you admit your reply and he closes his eyes, groaning with want.
You take that moment to release him from his boxers, wrapping your hand around his impressive length. He exhales a moan when your fingers make contact with him, his eyes snapping open to watch you.
“I love how you taste” you say, looking into his eyes as you bend your head to take the tip in your mouth, savouring the pre-cum on your tongue.
He hisses as you work your tongue over the swollen end of his dick, sucking it gently, with your fist still wrapped around him.
You pull back for one second, “are you ready for this?” you flirt, lowering your head to take all of him in your mouth this time.
“oh god...” he tries to stifle his moan with his hand.
You take that as a challenge to draw out the loudest noises from him...

***

“I’m sorry in advance” he winces as you reach the door to the BTS apartment, “it’s probably a mess, and the guys will be over-excited”.
“It’s fine, I love them too” you smile, nodding for him to open the door. You are so blown away by the area of Seoul and the apartment complex you’ve driven through to get from the BigHit studio to here. The buildings are so modern and the garden areas are immaculate, there is clearly a lot of money in this area and you are intrigued to see the apartment… and excited to see Joon’s room.
“Namjoon-ah” a familiar voice shouts from the hallway. Joon turns to you and smiles, pushing the front door all the way open, Jin on the other side pulls you into a hug.
Leaving Namjoon in the hallway, Jin leads you through to a large open plan seating area which opens to a kitchen and dining space, the ceilings are high and it is beautifully modern. Most of the members are sat on the large couches, Tae and Jimin cuddled together in one corner watching something on the same phone, Suga a few spaces away with Yeontan on his lap, JK sitting cross legged on the floor tuning a guitar. A girl you don’t recognise is sat looking up at Jin as he updates you that he is cooking for everyone and the food will be ready soon. He lets go of your sleeve, and Joon finally catches up behind you, placing his hands on your hips.
“This is Jennie” he says in Korean, introducing you to Jin’s girlfriend as Jin himself wanders off into the kitchen.
“he is more excited about the food” she smiles, laughing that Jin didn’t do the introductions.

You sit happily chatting to the members about their final leg of the tour, Joon had been at the airport coming back to Seoul for only a few days before they go back out to finish their European shows. You havn’t discussed what will happen from there, and when you would next see each other.

Jin announces that the food is ready, and everyone slides into the bench style dining area - sitting on the same side as Joon so you can be as close as he likes, hip to hip with his arm around you. He describes the dishes and helps reach for items you want to try across the table. The food is amazing and you look over at Jin and Jennie who are serving food onto each others plates. You look at Joon, so close next to you and admire his beautiful face, he looks so content in his own space. His skin is perfectly clear, his dimples coming out with each smile. You lean a few inches closer to him and kiss the side of his nose – your nose fitting perfectly into the corner of his eye. He pulls back and hits you with a breathe-taking grin.
“you two are so cute” Jimin shouts from the other side of the table, and Joon grins sheepishly but pecks you on the cheek before burying his face into your shoulder, acting embarrassed.

***

“thank you so much for the food again” you say to Jin as the members clear the table.
“anytime” he smiles and nods towards Namjoon. You turn to look in the direct of the nod and see that Joon has walked back into the hallway, beckoning you over.
“don’t they need help cleaning up?” you look back over your shoulder, there are already 4 people in the kitchen washing up.
“not tonight” his deep voice sounding like a purr that ripples over you, “I want to show you my room” he adds when you are far enough down the hallway for the members not to see him draw you into a deep kiss.
He breaks free and pulls you further into the apartment, rounding a corner and opening his bedroom door.
The room is very ‘Namjoon’ – his furniture is beautiful natural wood, there is another bookshelf with various titles and collectables, a large double bed with the duvet made in a hurry, plus various electronics which he must use for making music from home. It’s a little chaotic and messy, but not as bad as you’d expected. You grin, still in shock that you are here, with him, and he is yours.

“here” he points, pulling you by the hand over to the bookshelf. You look across the volumes, he reaches between 2 books to a piece of card sandwiched there, he pulls out the Christmas card you had sent him so long ago.
“you kept this?” you look up at him in awe, smiling.
“of course” he shows you the front, “proof that you were my best friend”
You pull him into a kiss, so deep it bypasses everything you could say to him about how amazing you think he is. How he is still your best friend, and how you want him forever.
“I haven’t had a girl in my room for quite a while you know” he sucks at your bottom lip and your knees feel weak standing so close to his bed.
“poor darling” you kiss him gently, “how have you coped?”
He wraps his large hands over your ass and lifts you so that you can wrap your legs around his waist – crotch to crotch.
“I thought about you... and watched a lot of porn” he laughs, dropping you gently onto your back on his bed.
You lay back with a chuckle, he crosses the room, locking his door. He comes back to the bed, kneeling between your legs.
“...and I kept your pictures” he confesses, “I couldn’t delete them”
“Joon!” you scold in shock - after the last phone call you had agreed to delete everything, you kept the promise from your end.
“I was never going to get over you, was I?” he whispers, his mouth inches from yours.
“well, I’ll need you to send me some new ones” you raise an eyebrow, “for when I go home... and I’m alone” you move your hips to try to get closer to him. You remember some of the pictures he had sent you in the past – mostly topless shots, plus one mirror selfie where he was totally naked, gripping his gorgeous erection. It had been a huge act of trust for him to send those.
“That can be arranged” he smirks, “I’d hate to think of you... in bed...” he whispers, so close to your mouth, “alone... and wet...” your stomach fizzes at the thought and you close the millimetres between your lips to kiss him.
His hand snakes down your body to between your legs. He pushes this palm over your pants, hard enough for you to feel it against your clit, you buck your hips against him, trying to get more friction. You gasp into his mouth as you kiss.
“Come to Paris with me” he breathes into your mouth. You know his next show is in a few days in France before he starts travelling for the final leg of the tour, “take a few days off work and come with me... I’ll be busy, but I really want you there”
“Sounds romantic” you squeal as he pulls back from the kiss to roll off your bottoms, taking your panties with them.
“I want to come straight off stage...” he trails kisses down your neck and chest, working his way down, pushing your top higher to kiss down your bare stomach “...and go down on you” his tongue draws a slow line between your legs and you moan at the contact.
“ok...” you beg, tilting your head back to enjoy the sensation of his tongue working expertly over you, “fuck, that feels amazing”
“you’ll come?” he asks, placing teasing kisses on your pubic bone.
“yes...” you moan.
“say it...” he commands, drawing out long licks over you, tasting how wet you are for him. His tongue flicking perfectly over your sensitive clit.
“I’ll come..” you breathe, gripping your hands in his duvet. Even though he hasn’t slept here since he left for the first leg of the tour, you are surrounded by his intoxicating scent.
“hmmm” he vibrates against you, “yes you will” and concentrates his tongue right where you want it.