Waste It On Me ( BTS Namjoon x Reader)

Part 5 - Chapter 9

November 24th 2020

“I’m so proud of you baby” you push the tears from your cheeks.
“I cant believe it” Namjoon breathes into the phone excitedly.
“you deserve it” you sniff, more tears falling.
Saying your goodbyes, you end the call. Namjoon is at the shared apartment and the members have just found out they have been nominated for a Grammy. Joon has been stressed for a few days on the lead up to the announcement, he has been working late at the studio then getting up early to work out, so you feel like you’ve barely seen him. The members have just filmed the reaction segment, so he will be on his way home soon.

In the bathroom, you wash your face to cool off the warm happy tears. Pulling out your makeup bag, you spruce your hair and get ready.
A text pings on your phone in the group chat, ‘are you ready for tonight girls? Our boys did good! Xx’ with a winking face from Sujin.
You reply, ‘Getting ready as we speak – I am so proud of them!!’
Jennie responds after a few minutes, ‘I’m so proud – but I don’t know if I can wear this!’
You and Sujin send positive responses instantly. You take off your clothes and pull on the one piece underwear, sliding the straps over your shoulders and arranging your breasts to sit high and round in the cups– you add some perfume and heels.
The door of the apartment slams, “Babe?” Namjoon calls.
“I’ll be out in one minute” you shout from the bathroom. You listen to Joon padding around the apartment before he goes into your bedroom and closes the door. Taking a deep steadying breath, you unlock the bathroom door and cross the apartment, tiptoeing quietly in your heels to the bedroom.
Opening the door, you see Namjoon sat in the large reading chair by the window, looking down at his phone. He has taken off his shirt, his bare shoulders already looking less tense.
“congratulations baby” you hum from the doorway. He finishes texting before he looks up at you. His jaw tightens and his eyes glisten with awe as he looks at you, “you deserve it all”
“all of this?” he points up and down your body, his Adams Apple bobbing.
“a Grammy” you smile in clarification.
“this is better” he swallows. Your heart lifting at his words.
Crossing the room slowly, you stand between his legs, bending to take his lips in a quick kiss, “seriously baby, congratulations, you’ve worked so hard for years for this”
“thank you” he breathes, looking up into your eyes, his expression full of wonder.
“you deserve this too” you say with a smirk, running a finger over the curve of your breast.
“I worked hard for years for this too” he laughs, you reach forward to brush your fingers over his jawline which still looks tense.
You look down at his hands on his thighs, one of his legs looking on the verve of shaking – he is still holding his phone.
“do you want to take a picture?” you nod towards the phone in his hands.
Namjoon looks down at the phone and unlocks it, “can I?”
“where do you want me?” you ask in answer.
“by the door again” he nods, you walk over to the doorframe, the same way you’d entered and pose for him to take a picture, “you are so gorgeous” he breathes, looking from the phone screen to your body.
You cross the room to him again, taking the phone to look at the picture. He stares up at you in wonder as you check out your own picture in the sexy underwear. You open the music app on his phone and select a song.
Leaning down to whisper in his ear, “have you ever had a lap dance before?” his leg starts shaking, making you grin.
His eyes widen in shock, “no... when would I...?” he fumbles, rubbing his palms on his thighs.
“the main rule is... no touching” you bend forward so your breasts are in line with his face. You flatten both of his palms onto his jeans and his fingers bunch into the denim.
You step one heeled foot up to rest on the seat between his legs, he looks down at his crotch then follows the line of your bare leg up your body with his eyes. His Adams Apple bobs sexily again.
Running your hands down your leg, you check the buckle of the heeled shoe, then caress your leg all the way back up, Namjoon’s eyes never leaving your skin.
Turning around, you look over your shoulder, his eyes are transfixed on your ass, his naked chest heaving, “how do I take this thing off?” he pants, looking at the one-piece underwear.
“I’m not telling you...” you smirk, leaning back to sit on his lap, the hardness in his jeans pressing into you through the layers of clothing.
Grinding back onto Joon’s lap, he groans, you press your shoulder blades against him, skin to skin.
His lips find your neck and his hands pull your hips back onto him.
“no touching” you breathe, moving your neck and slapping his hands away. You grind back further into him, his hips rising to get more friction against your ass.
“wearing jeans is torture right now” he moans as you rock to the music on his lap, pushing back into his hardness, “please” he begs.
“please what?” you gasp, feeling how wet his words make you.
“can we have sex now?” he pants into your ear as you press on him, grinding so far back on him you can feel his jeans brush your clit teasingly through the underwear.
With his words you stand up from his lap, looking over you shoulder at his shocked and horny expression. He watches you pace in your heels over to the bed, turning around, you lay down on your back, beckoning with your eyes for him to join you.
He stands, ripping off his jeans and crawling over you on the bed.
“you are too sexy, that was amazing” he hums, licking your ear, you squirm underneath him, bucking your hips up to meet the hardness in his boxers.
He grinds forward, “much better without the jeans” he gasps, pressing himself between your legs making you moan. He silences you with a deep kiss, your tongues meeting and your heavy horny breathes catching against your merged lips. He presses himself harder against your wetness and you cant help but grind your hips forward, his kisses making you desperate for more friction.
His hand snakes between your bodies, raking over the body suit, his long fingers feeling hungrily for clasps or ties. His fingers finally touching between your legs, his thumb pressing against the wet fabric.
“how do I get into this thing?” he growls, both hands searching over your hips for any entrance.
You lean forward, dragging the straps from your shoulders, breathing heavily trying to shimmy out of the outfit. The material clinging to your body like a second skin, Joon tries to pull down from the part covering your ribs.
“ahh” you gasp as his fingers rip through the lacy fabric, touching bare skin underneath.
“I’m so sorry baby” his eyes meet yours, filled with worry. You look up at him, your chest still heaving, your underwear still wet from his touch – the God of Destruction.
“rip it off me” you pant, smirking at him.
“what?” he asks with a groan, his hips moving forward to rub his hardness between your legs one more time.
You moan and close your eyes, savoring the sensation but needing to feel him inside you.
“Namjoon...rip this fucking thing off me” you repeat firmly.
His fingers bury into the fabric at your stomach, pause, then pull apart, the lace tears easily, exposing most of your body. You open your eyes and he is looking down at your body in awe. His hands move between your legs, pulling the fabric away from your body, it tears like tissue paper.
He grins, reaching up to touch a dimple, you watch him slide his boxers down – you’re both finally free of any constricting clothes.
“congratulations” you breathe as he guides himself into you, “Grammy Nominee” you confirm in a moan.
“and I got into your underwear....” he smiles proudly, leaning in to kiss you deeply.