Waste It On Me ( BTS Namjoon x Reader)

Part 4 - Chapter 4

“Flight CDG-9939… Boarding” Hoseok points to the screen and taps Jimin’s knee to wake him.
The members start to stand up, packing away books and electronics and finishing their drinks.
It feels unusual to be back in a business-class lounge, this time sat opposite Namjoon watching him scrolling through his phone, surrounded by the other members and the extended BTS family.
When Joon had told the other members about you coming to Paris, Jennie had turned to Jin and enquired about her invite, which had turned into J-Hope inviting Sujin and JK arriving at the airport with a very clingy plus-one called Mae who looked like a runway model and hasn’t spoken to anyone but him.
You have agreed to still keep things low-key, so you haven’t sat next to Joon at the airport, and after the 1 hour flight delay, you are itching to at least hold his hand, or trace the veins in his arms with your finger.
He stands up and stretches his long body, his jumper riding up to show a small strip of toned stomach. He catches your eye and takes the few steps to your side, “stop checking me out” he smirks, leaning over ever so slightly to whisper – his clean scent washing over you.
“I cant help it” you smile up at him, “I have the best looking Boyfriend in the world”
He grins and you yearn to kiss his dimples, “this is going to be a very long flight for you” he murmurs, “hands to yourself ‘til Paris”
“I’m sitting with Sujin, so you should probably remind Hobi of that” you smile cheekily, turning to walk to the boarding gate. You turn back, seeing his face twist in confusion as he realises you’re serious - Joon looks to J-Hope who is beaming at his side, holding out his backpack to him.

***

Paris

“that was so amazing” you breathe as Namjoon slams into you into a bear hug, lifting you off your feet, “I cried so much!”. You can feel his chest heaving against you and his shirt is wet with sweat.
The concert had been the most exciting, awe-inspiring and emotional thing you’ve ever experienced. You have seen clips online of BTS live, but never imagined yourself in the crowd – as RM’s girlfriend. Watching him perform, hearing the crowd chant, and understanding why he lives for this kept bringing flows of tears.
“I think it hit me… how many people love you” you pull back from him, he grips you tighter, wrapped in the sweaty hug, “it’s not just me and you, is it?”
“what do you mean?” he leans to kiss you but you duck back for a second.
“there are going to be millions of people trusting me with your heart” he puts his hands on your cheeks, studying your face, “and you love them too”
“what?” he still seems dazed by being on stage moments ago.
“it’s fine” you smile, “I just realised, I’ll come one-millionth place in your heart...” worry fills his eyes, “but that’s OK... they had you first” you signal above you where the stadium is still flooded by ARMY.
“you come first” he crouches to nuzzle into your neck, his damp hair brushing your face.
“I don’t want to” you kiss the top of his head, “that was so amazing! You mean so much to them”
“whatever makes you happy” you finally let him kiss you, his chest still heaving and his face sweaty.
“I don’t think they’ll forgive me if I break your heart though” you stare into his beautiful eyes that are sparkling with adrenaline.
“Don’t break my heart then” he picks you up into a bear hug, kissing you deeply.

*****

You close down your laptop as you hear the shower water turn off, while Joon was showering off the sweat from the second show BTS have just finished in Paris, you have quickly checked your emails.
After a minute, the bathroom door opens and Namjoon comes back into the bedroom, his hair still damp, a towel wrapped around his bottom half. His perfect golden skin seeming to gleam against the white towel at his hips. You turn around in the chair where you are sat at the dressing table, he looks so delicious topless.
“all clean” he smiles.
“I truly love you all sweaty… but can’t resist you fresh out of the shower” you look at him from head to toe, still not believing that your boyfriend can be this good looking. You start to stand up, but he holds up his palm.
“hold on” he smirks, “I’m not dry yet” you sit back down and watch him slowly unwrap the towel from his waist. He rests one foot on the bed and starts to dry his thighs, you can’t help biting your lip to the point of pain watching him putting on a show. You imagine running your tongue all the way up his thigh until you reach his balls, giving them a gentle kiss before sucking one into your mouth. Remembering how his moan is always a little different when you do that to him.
“you look turned on” he smiles at you, stretching up to towel dry his hair, giving you a good look at his tall lean naked body, you are desperate to run your hands all the over him – from his neck, down his broad shoulders, over his hard chest and then run your fingers over the grooves in his stomach. You know he is bound to smell amazing too.
“nope” you choke out, “I’m fine” - enjoying teasing him with a flirty smile. 
“Because, I’m pretty sure you said yesterday that watching me on stage makes you really want to fuck me…” he wraps the towel around his waist and sits on the edge of the bed across the room from you.

You remember him taking you into a changing room area after the show last night, thankfully there had been a lock on the door and a small couch, his body had still been drenched in sweat. You hadn’t even taken all of your clothes off before you’d straddled him, riding him until you both came. You’d moaned into his ear about how hot he looked on stage.

“maybe it was a one-time feeling” you raise an eyebrow, already feeling yourself getting wet at the memory.
“such a shame” he stares at you intently, his face serious, like he can sense how turned on you are, “because I’m good to go” he grabs himself through the towel, and you can see his hardness fill his fist through the fabric.
“yeah?” you can’t help but stare at his hand, gripping himself between his legs, you’d loved any dance move that had incorporated that on stage.
“I’ll just have to do it myself” he pulls back the towel, showing you his impressive erection. You nearly whimper when you see the end if already slick, and it looks so perfect, long and hard. Even after several days of amazing sex, seeing him in person is still just as exciting.
“hmm” you moan as his hand starts to move slowly over himself.

You watch him intently for a few minutes, your breathing getting shorter – enjoying watching his hand move, desperate to suck him - meeting his eye, seeing the sensation of his own hand clouding his gaze.
“this is like our video calls” he gasps, “with you being desperate to touch me”
You feel his words send a flood of excitement between your legs.
“but… I could just cross the room right now” you start to stand up, but he raises his palm again, his other hand still stroking up and down himself, his jaw tight from enjoyment.
“oh no no” he scolds, “you said you weren’t turned on by the show, so I’ve got this...” he looks down at his own hand, and you can see his rhythm getting faster. He bites his perfect bottom lip, knowing it will tease you. You start to move your hand between your own legs, needing to find a release.
“no no” he warns again “when I’m done here” his breath catches as he seems close, his eyes still raking over your from across the room, “I’m coming over to do you next”
His words make your stomach fizz, “well hurry up then” you breathe, “I went to a concert tonight and it really got me in the mood”
“yeah?” he urges you to continue, his hand finding his final rhythm, you can tell he is seconds away, his face looking unbelievably sexy.
“there was this guy rapping...” you smirk, “he was so fucking gorgeous... all I kept thinking about was his tongue between my legs” your words send Namjoon over the edge and he cums into the towel in his lap. His eyes closing with pleasure, his chest heaving and thighs tight.
“thinking about a rapper’s tongue gets you excited?” he asks as he crosses the room, kneeling between your legs.
“yeah... I think his name is Yoongi” you laugh through the haze of lust, Joon flashes you a deathly glare, growling at your joke before ripping off your underwear.