Waste It On Me ( BTS Namjoon x Reader)

Part 5 - Chapter 3

April 13th 2020

“Queen! Girls drink?” Tae flashes a boxy grin.
You take a sip of your drink and grimace with Sujin and Jennie, all still unsure what is in the glass. Over the last few weeks during lockdown, the group have started playing Korean drinking games, and tonight they have asked you for an English game – you’ve picked one which involves a different drinking rule for each playing card in a deck.
Jimin has created several jugs of an orange cocktail which are disappearing quickly.
Next to you Joon flips over the next card, “Eight?” he is pretty drunk and struggling to remember the rules.
“Eight...drink with a mate” you rhyme, “you need to pick someone to drink with you” you remind him.
He holds up his glass to you, “my best friend” clinking glasses, you take another sip.

***

“come here” Joon slurs, reaching for you across the bedroom as you enter. The drinking had gone on longer than expected, so you’ve decided to stay the night at the shared apartment in Namjoon’s room. You’d stumbled to the bathroom and managed to freshen up, though it felt like the pattern of the tiles was moving.
“you’re drunk” you lean up to look at him and his mouth finds yours, his tongue making you moan. His hands run up over the back of your pyjama shorts, and under your cami top, his cool fingers finding your naked back, making your nipples go hard.
“you used to text me when you were drunk all the time” he smirks with a turned on look in his eye, your breathing getting heavier against each other’s lips.
“I did” you hum, leaning back into his touch, “I’d go out dancing, and get home and think of you...” you close your eyes to concentrate on the sensation of his fingers.
“why did you think of me?” he pulls your top over your head, leaning down to bury his face in your neck.
“I’m a horny drunk” you remind him, drawing his bottom lip into your mouth, making him moan. Your fingers find the waistband of his jeans at his hips and slide under, meeting the elastic of his boxers.
“Oh, I know” he breathes into your mouth, reaching down to unzip his fly for you. You bite your lip, looking down to see the budge underneath, “how do you want me?”
His words send a flood of excitement through your veins, replacing the buzz of alcohol. You pull off your shorts and panties, already wet for him.
You walk over to the desk, which is mostly clear, a lot of Namjoon’s belongings have moved to your apartment. Joon watches you pull out the desk chair and swivel it around, he takes a step towards you.
“ah ah” you scold, holding up a hand to halt him. You push the chair out of the way of the desk and step in front of it. You look over your shoulder, bending over to flatten your forearms against the cold wood, standing with your legs slightly parted.
He keeps eye contact as he steps up behind you, his chest heaving. He runs his hands across your back, unhooking your bra so it falls from your shoulders onto the desk. He reaches around to cup your breasts in his hands, rubbing his thumbs on your hard nipples as he pushes his crotch against your ass, his erection so hard in his boxers.
“you look so beautiful” he moves his hands to grip your hips tightly as he bends over you, pressing hard drunken kisses down your spine, you moan as his tongue flicks out against your skin, the weight of his body pinning you to the desk.
“please...” you moan, pushing back into his hardness. You can feel him run a hand between you, pulling his boxers down, making you whimper in anticipation.
“you’re so wet” he breathes, and before you can reply, he pushes into you, “oh.. fuck...” he gasps.

***

“harder...” you breathe, digging your nails into the wood of the desk.
Namjoon continues thrusting behind you, his hands tighten on your hips, “you feel too good” he moans loudly. He pulls your hips to him as he thrusts forward, feeling so deep inside you from this angle.
“you’re in so deep baby” you moan, still pushing back into him.
Your words spark him into thrusting quicker, the sound of your bodies hitting together matching your shallow breathing. You look over your shoulder at him, his long neck is stretched out, tilting his head back, his eyes closed savoring the feeling of fucking you. The muscles in his neck, shoulder and chest bulging. He opens his eyes, looking down your back and meets your eye.
“you look amazing” you breathe over your shoulder, and he grins, his dimples showing, “go as hard as you want”
His grin fades, replaced by a look of pure lust, he slams into you roughly, making you moan. He lifts his knee so it rests on the desk by your hip, the change of angle hitting a perfect spot inside you. He feels even deeper as he grinds into you from behind.
“I’m not going to last...” he groans, his pace changing as you feel him getting close, he moves one hand to cup your breast, the other still dragging your hip towards him.
“Cum for me” you breathe, your head spinning. He pulls out, you whimper, feeling empty – his cum sprays warm lines across your naked back, his leg trembling at your side.
You body prickles with cold as he steps back from you, “that looks amazing” he hums, then grabs his t-shirt and wipes your back.
You peel yourself from the wooden desk, feeling a little sore from him thrusting into you for so long. Turning around, you see that he is still deliciously hard, his dick gleaming with your wetness, he rearranges himself into his boxers with a hiss that makes you bite your lip.
He stumbles back and grabs the desk chair, collapsing into it.
He looks up into your eyes, “I....” you silence him by bending down to kiss him. He deepens the kiss, making your stomach knot, the alcohol adding to how horny he makes you.
As you kiss, you travel your hand between your legs, finding your sensitive clit. You moan into his mouth as your finger starts flicking over yourself, Joon pulls back. He looks into your face then notices your hand between your legs.
“that’s my job” he growls, pulling your wrists to place your hands onto his shoulders. You step between his legs, looking down into his eyes. His hand travelling immediately between your legs, his fingers sliding in and curling to touch the place inside you that makes your knees weak.
His fingers move inside you and your stomach floods with the need to cum, he is so talented with his perfect hands. His head leans forward, his sweaty hair pressed into your stomach, his heavy breathing so close to you that you whimper.
“I’m going to be so horny tomorrow” he whispers, and you feel each word as if he is speaking between your legs, “you better be ready...” – his drunken deep voice sends you over the edge as his fingers continue to curl inside you. Your legs shake as you cum, almost collapsing on top of him.