Waste It On Me ( BTS Namjoon x Reader)

Part 5 - Chapter 1

February 15th 2020

“maybe in the hallway?” you look at Joon who is holding up a piece of art he has just unwrapped from bubble wrap. He wanders into the hall and you can hear him roughly holding the frame to the walls, “be careful of the paint” you shout with a cringe, knowing he has probably already made a mark.

You had landed in Seoul 2 days ago with just a suitcase of belongings, and your items have arrived from the shipping company today. Joon had laughed at the size of the box labelled ‘shoes’. The first 2 days in the apartment have been amazing, you have taken some time off work to acclimatise to the move - you’ve spent a mixture of your time riding out the jet lag, and riding Namjoon in the bed that is now officially ‘ours’ as he loves to say.

Today has been both exhausting and exciting, finding homes in the apartment for your items, your shoes fitting into the half of the wardrobe he had left empty since he finalised the sale months ago. He had saved space on bookcases and in the bathroom cabinet and hadn’t hung any art before you’d arrived – you marvel at how thoughtful he has been. He truly wanted this apartment to be your home from day one.

He appears in the doorway, “Yoongi just called, he needs my opinion on something so I’m going to go see him really quick” he leans against the door frame looking too handsome. You feel you chest fill with sparks of excitement – you feel so lucky.
His eyes seem to drink you in, “is that OK?” you look down at your comfy clothes, remembering you have no makeup on and a sheen of sweat from dragging the boxes from room to room.
“of course, you don’t need to check” you smile, “I’m home!” you wave your hands around the messy room, “and I have a lot to do”
“you’re home” he repeats with a grin and crosses the room to cup your face in a kiss, “I’ll be about an hour, then we can order food when I get back”
“Joon! I’m all sweaty!” you scold, swatting his hands from your face.
“I love you all sweaty” he winks, leaning back from the kiss, “so beautiful”

***

The apartment door closes and you breathe in the quite stillness for a few seconds. You love Joon but had also loved living alone, it feels nice to be surrounded by silence.
You drag over the next box of clothes – the moving company you’d used had been excellent at packing up everything in your wardrobes, everything has been vacuum packed to save space. You slit open the box and break the seal on the top pouch. There are 5 dresses still on their hangers - as you shake them out to hang in the wardrobe, one dress slides from the hanger and pools at your feet. 
You crouch to pick it up - a dark green, almost black wrap dress with a deep V neck, “oh my god” you breathe, speaking to the dress, “hello”
You think back across the years, trying to remember when you’d last seen the dress, you’d assumed you’d gotten rid of it at some point, but here it is. The dress from the night you met Joon. Running your fingers along the bottom hem, seeing perfectly clear in your mind a younger Namjoon’s fingers grazing your upper thigh along the fabric. You look at the V neck, imagining him bending down to trail a lick between your breasts.
You hang the dress over the door and push the rest of the boxes into the corner, clearing everything else from the bed and floor. 
“I have the best idea” you say to the dress and head into the bathroom to shower.

***

“hey baby” you hear Namjoon yell as he opens the door, you hear him walking through the apartment, the kitchen then living area. He finally comes back down the hallway, approaching the bedroom. You do a final make up and hair check in the mirror, adjusting your breasts in the dress – you don’t remember it being this skimpy.
He rounds the open door, you feel him freeze, “oh my god...” he breathes.
You do a small spin, “look who I found” you smile, “I didn’t think I still owned this dress... but it’s followed me here”
Namjoon bends double, looking like he is either bowing or winded, his hands on his knees, his eyes still burning into you, “holy shit...” he breathes.
You run your hands over your hips in the dress, turning to give him a side profile, “I don’t remember it being this short” you smile.
“oh god...I do!” he says, still bent double, “I feel nervous...!” he gives a shaky laugh, standing up straight and lifting his palms as if to show you that they are getting sweaty.
“you know I find nervous Namjoon very sexy” you flirt.
“thank god” his chest is starting to heave, “or we wouldn’t be here right now” he grins and his dimples show next to his luscious mouth.
“very true” you agree with a laugh, “was it really this skimpy?” you ask, tugging at the fabric again.
“why do you think I was so nervous?” his eyes rake over you, but he still doesn’t cross the room, “your legs...” he raises an eyebrow, “and your chest...it was too much for me to withstand”
“I’m sorry for torturing you” you apologise across the years.
“I’ve told you before how excited I was just to kiss you that night” he steps across the room, getting so close your bodies are flush together. He pulls you by the hand to sit next to him on the side of the bed, “and to get to touch your leg”
He leans in to kiss you passionately, and you hook a leg over his like you did on the night you met, his leg doesn’t shake but you can feel he is just as turned on, his heavy breathing filling your mouth as you pull back to suck his full bottom lip. He groans as you move your leg higher, your knee making contact with his crotch, his hand snakes over your thigh and under the dress onto your ass.
“it’s not as sexy without Yoongi fucking someone next to us” you laugh. He growls and flips you back onto to the bed, his knees straddling either side of your stomach.
His kiss deepens and the weight of him pinning you to the bed makes you wet, his tall frame smothering over you, “not sexy?” he pulls back from the kiss and hums into your mouth. He uses one hand to gather your wrists together over you head, pinning them to the mattress, the other hand trails a soft, slow line from your lip, down your chin and neck, then follows the deep V of the dress down between your breasts.
“very sexy” you gasp as he uses a finger to hook the fabric away from your breast, pulling the lace of your bra with it so your nipple is exposed to him.
He bends to take the nipple in his mouth, his tongue flicking over you, making you squirm underneath him, your wrists still pinned.
You can feel every flick of his tongue radiate down to your clit, your underwear is so wet underneath him.
“This dress..” he breathes against your breast, “we sat talking for an hour...” he hums, “and all I was thinking about was wanting to go down on you...”. You gasp as he releases your hands and climbs from on top of you, sinking to his knees on the bedroom carpet. His large hands grab your hips firmly, dragging you to the edge of the bed, positioning you in front of him.
“oh my god” you breathe in anticipation, keeping your hands above your head.
“I’d never done it before” he reminds you, “but the thought of doing it to you...” he runs his hands up your thighs, under the dress and pulls off your panties, “I was so desperate to know how you tasted”
He leans his face forward and drags a long lick along your wet entrance up to your clit. Electricity sparks at the contact.
“my heart nearly stopped that night… when you said I could do this to you” he recalls, you remember back to years ago, kneeling between his legs, looking down at his bleached hair and honey golden skin, his tongue flicking over your nipple, and feeling so desperate to have the feeling he was giving you now.
“you’re so good at it...” you whimper underneath him.
“I’ve had a good teacher” he breathes against you, “although, you told me not to tease you” he slides his tongue along you but stops before your clit, making you squirm, “but that’s what makes you cum...” he hums, digging his fingers into your hips, keeping you still.
“Namjoon...” you beg and he picks back up his perfect flicking rhythm, focussing on your clit until your legs shake and you cum on his tongue.

“oh my god” you squirm and exhale as he moves his face away from your trembling legs.
“you taste so amazing” his eyes are clouded with lust as he stands up between your legs, looking down at you as he removes his belt.
You remember his hands pinning down your wrists and for a second think he is going to tie the belt around your hands. He throws it on top of one of the boxes, still looking down at you, your dress still rolled up to your waist so your bottom half is naked under his gaze.
“this dress is such a turn on” he hums, you watch him towering over you, he pulls his t-shirt over his head. He seems to be moving so slowly unzipping his jeans, knowing your eyes have moved from his face to his crotch. His jeans fall away and he stands his in boxers, clearly hard.
He reaches down and grips you around the ribs, tossing you lightly a little further onto the bed so your legs don’t hang over the edge anymore. You admire his toned body and beautiful skin, he hooks his fingers under the waistband of his boxers and pulls them off, your eyes transfixed on him.
You watch him crawl up the bed towards you, your legs still parted for him, and his eyes are focussed in on your wetness. You think he is going to bury his face between your legs again, but he carries on crawling up until he is hovering over your face.
He bends his lips to kiss you gently, his erection pressing into your inner thigh making you moan softly into his mouth.
“this dress...” he hums again, running his hand down the material on your shoulder, “I’m so lucky” he kisses you and moves his hips perfectly so he can slide into you. You both moan together as he fills you.
“you turn me on so much” you beg as he begins a perfect rhythm of thrusting. He groans at your words and you know you’re driving him mad, lifting your hips in unison with his thrusts.
“oh god, you turn me on too” he gasps into the shell of your ear, his warm breathe shooting sparks down your body, “I need to feel you cum baby” he grips your hips and pulls you closer to him, you wrap your legs around him, knowing he wants you on top. Still inside you, he rolls onto his back, dragging your body with him until you are straddling me.
“I didn’t get chance to take this dress off you last time” he murmurs, grabbing the fabric at your waist. He pulls the material over your head as you remember you had already changed into underwear and robe while you waited for him years ago in the hotel.
“I had an awful feeling that driver wouldn’t bring you to my room” you admit, leaning to kiss his strong neck.
“If he’d tried to drive me home, I would have jumped from the moving car” Joon laughs, tilting his head back to give you full access to his neck, his ear, his Adams Apple and his gorgeous scent.
“you wanted me that badly?” you smirk as you start to move your hips.
“yes” he groans out, “you know I did” he pushes his hips upwards, looking into your eyes that are glazed with lust and struggling to hold his gaze, “andI've wanted you every day since”
You continue to rock on him, riding him the way you both love. It is the way you’d first had sex, and you have discussed that it is still the your favourite position for both of you.
“I love to watch you cum” his words send excited shivers through your body and he continues to look into your eyes with wonder, waiting for your tell tale signs, “and feel it happen at the same time”
His words un-do you and your walls throb on him, he presses his hips upwards to give you the perfect pressure on your clit to ride through your orgasm.