Waste It On Me ( BTS Namjoon x Reader)

Part 5 - Chapter 6

September 3rd 2020

‘why does Jin want me to pass on his thanks to you? X’ you laugh out loud in your quiet apartment at Namjoon’s message. Another text pings in, ‘he has a weird grin... xx’
‘I told Jennie some of my blowjob techniques yesterday xx’ you reply, knowing he wont know how to react in the practice room when he reads the message.
You laugh, noticing that he starts typing, then stops several times.
‘I wish I didn’t know that...’ he replies, followed by ‘he cant stop smiling’
‘Glad to be of service’ you send with a winking emoji.
‘come over to the studio at lunch’ you stomach flips as you read the message, it isn’t often you go to the studio as the members are always so busy, but you love watching Namjoon practice.
‘its a date’ you click reply, already imagining seeing his body move, his energy changing into his RM persona.

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“30 minute break guys” the instructor nods to the members as you slip into the back of the studio behind some of the staff. JK runs towards you and smiles a ‘hello’, wrapping his arms around the young girl stood next to you – you’ve never seen her before but he envelopes her in a sweaty hug and she looks star struck. You cant help but smile at them.
You feel a hand slide into yours, “Hi” Namjoon’s deep voice pulls you away from looking at the couple. His hand tugs yours and you follow him across the studio.
“JK has a new girlfriend?” you ask, admiring Namjoon’s practice outfit – grey sweatpants, a white t-shirt that is sticking to his shoulder blades and a cap covering his sweaty hair.
“she’s the one...” Joon smiles, pulling you round to face him, “or the 800th one... you know how he is”
“young love” you laugh, leaning in to kiss him.
“hmmm” he hums into your mouth as he reaches for your hips, “I need to get changed” he pulls away.
Disappointment washes over you as he steps away,  heading out of the practice room, “coming?” he asks, looking back over his shoulder, your eyes meet, making your veins fizz with electricity.

Holding his hand, you follow him down a corridor and into a changing room, one wall is lined with mirrors and chairs which the make up artists use, the other is lined with rails of clothes.
As the door closes behind you, Joon swings you around, using his hips to pin you to the door. You gasp into his mouth as his lips capture yours in a deep lust-filled kiss, his tongue finding a perfect rhythm, his hands firmly gripping your hips and his thigh moves between your legs - you whimper when he raises it to graze against your panties under your skirt. 
He breaks off the kiss and leans back to look into you eyes, he looks almost wild with horniness. “that text drove me mad” he lifts his thigh further against you, “thinking about you talking to the girls...” he presses his crotch towards you so you can feel he is hard under the sweatpants, “about how amazing you are with your mouth...”
You gasp as he kisses along your bottom lip, your jawline and neck.
“I couldn’t wait until I got home” he groans against your skin. You reach between your bodies to tug his sweatpants and boxers down from his hips, they fall to the floor around his ankles. His hands snake up your thighs under your skirt and hook around your panties, tugging them down so you can step out of them, “why are you so perfect?” he grins, you reach up to touch his face, your thumbs finding the deep groves of his dimples.
“why are you so perfect?” you echo, leaning in to kiss him deeply. His hands return to your hips gathering your skirt even higher around your waist, you spread your legs wider for him, your wetness exposed to the cool chill of the unused room. He bends his knees slightly to bring his gorgeous erection in line with you - as he slides inside, he grips your thighs, lifting your feet effortlessly from the floor.
He pushes in deeper, pinning you to the door, you wrap your legs around his waist and both find a perfect balance.
“you’re so deep” you whisper into his ear as you settle so firmly onto him.
“you feel amazing” he groans, grinding his hips against you, pressing you even further into the door, “I used to dream about bringing you into this room” he growls as he carries on with small thrusts that rub against your clit.
“yeah?” you moan, urging him to continue - you imagine the Namjoon you used to video-chat with, he had told you a lot of his fantasies and recall him saying he wanted to drag you into an empty changing room, “is this what you imagined?” you can’t remember the specifics of what he had told you years ago.
“better” he groans out, burying his sweaty face into your neck. You grip his shoulders for support, feeling the hard muscles underneath his damp t-shirt. The sensation of his grinding against your clit firing through your body.