Waste It On Me ( BTS Namjoon x Reader)

Part 5 - Chapter 11

December 20th 2020

‘everyone come over at 8pm’ you read the text from Jin in the group chat, sending a thumbs up emoji back to him.
Namjoon is in the spare bedroom studio, finishing off a video call, you check your watch – he should be done by now.
You push the door open tentatively, he looks up and smiles, “Do you know what Jin is cooking tonight?” he stretches his long body back in his chair, the call clearly over.
“I’m not sure, but I have a white wine chilling that we can take with us” you pad over to him on bare feet leaning to kiss him quickly, “are you almost done?” looking at his screen you can see all of his confusing production software.
“I think so” he clicks a few icons, as you lean back from him, starting to leave the room, his hands tighten on your hips from behind, “where are you going? I feel like I haven’t seen you all day”
“you haven’t” you smile, knowing how hard he works, “you’ve been in here all day”
His hands pull you back a step, dragging your hips downwards so you fall back to sit on his lap.
“I’ve worked so hard” he nuzzles into your neck, hearing him emphasise the word ‘hard’ makes your stomach fizz. His hips push up underneath you, “these feel amazing” he hums against your skin, running his hands along the silky thighs of your yoga pants.
Leaning back against his chest, giving him full access to your neck, you tease, “finish up here… and you can take them off me”
“you have to stay right there…” he grips your hips, holding you in position on his lap, “until I’m done…”
“ok…” you exhale seductively, he reaches around you to click a few more buttons on the screen, his warm body pressed against your back.
You pull off your top in a quick motion, dropping it to the floor.
“I have work to do” he plants a firm wet kiss on your shoulder blade, near your sports bra.
“me too…” you hum, pushing your ass further back into his lap. His breathing getting heavier, but he continues to click on the screen.
The perfect pressure of his lap underneath you, the thought that only your yoga pants and his sweatpants are between your bodies makes you fizz with excitement, already feeling wet.
“You work so hard baby” you groan, grinding back into him further, his hardness evident through the fabric.
“you do it for me then” he takes your hand, resting it on the mouse, his hands reaching down to grab your hips, pulling you back further onto his erection, “save all of those files” he hums against your neck.
You click the first screen, doing as he has asked, his hands tighten on your hips, his lap rises, pressing his dick against you, his shuddered groan making you close your eyes to savor the perfect friction.
“keep going” he moans, rocking you on top of him, grinding his hips upwards, both of your breathing speeding up. You try to concentrate, saving a few more files, hoping when you have done them all he will throw you onto the spare bed.
“you’re so hard” you whimper, his hand snakes around from your hip, resting between your legs, pushing firmly on your clit through the fabric, the need to release building against his fingers.
“I was watching our favorite porn before you came in…” he groans behind you, clicking save on the last document, it closes and a web browser is left open on the screen.
Seeing the girl who looks like you paused frozen on the screen, riding on top of a guy in a hot-tub, you groan, “you didn’t invite me to join?”
“I thought you’d come in and find me touching myself...” Namjoon moans behind you, his hand pressing against you, and his dick so hard under your lap. You rock back and forth onto him, the friction too much.
“I love watching you do that” you groan, gripping the edge of the desk for more resistance to push onto him.
“like we used to on video…?” his moan is breathy, his thigh trembling under your ass, the memories flood your mind, the perfect pressure of his hard dick underneath you floods you with sensation and your clit throbs against his finger on the other side of the fabric, you moan through your orgasm, shuddering on top of him.

“that was so hot” he breathes, rubbing his hands over the material on your thighs.
Standing up from him on shaking knees, you cross to the door out of his grasp, turning to see the confused look in his eyes and the obvious hardness in his sweatpants, “what about this?” his bottom lip falling open in shock, gripping himself through the fabric.
“next time, invite me to watch with you” you close the door behind you, hearing his sexy groan of frustration.