Waste It On Me ( BTS Namjoon x Reader)

Part 5 - Chapter 13

January 18th 2021

“Hello?” Namjoon’s voice carries down the hallway.
“I’m in the bedroom” you yell to him through the open door.
“cleaning?” he grins from the doorway, dropping his bag and pulling off his trainers, tossing them into a pile by the window.
“who did you think tidys this place?” you smile, looping your arms around him, he leans to give you a small kiss on the lips, “you’re like a messy tornado to live with”
He grins, “I thought I was being good?” you wriggle out of his arms.
“you’re amazing” you smile at him, opening the wardrobe, “but we have some lovely storage solutions for your shoes” you point at his pile of trainers he has kicked off over the past few days.
“ahh” he grins, flopping onto the bed, “but you still love me?”
“always” he grips your wrist, pulling you onto the bed next to him.
“how was practice?” you tuck under his arm, smelling his fresh scent – he must have showered before leaving the studio.
“really good” he smiles, he looks in such a good mood, “but I missed you” he flips over you, knees on either side of your hips, pinning you on your back to the bed. He leans forward, running his cold nose over your neck, breathing in your scent.
“Namjoon” you wriggle underneath him, “it’s the middle of the afternoon…”
“and we have no plans…” he hums, his thighs tightening to pin you harder.
“my plan was to clean this room…” his lips find the sensitive skin under your ear, your eyes closing automatically to savor the feeling.
“that doesn’t sound important” he whispers into your ear, sending chills down your body. Your body goes limp underneath him, totally at his mercy, “are you mine for the afternoon?” he nibbles the top of your ear.
The feeling shoots sparks through you, your nipples going hard, your breathing sharpening, “yes” you breathe.
“for me to try to tease you all afternoon?” his words make you wet, your eyes flickering open, he pulls back to look down at you lustfully.
“you can try” you smirk, raising your hands over your head into the pillows, his hand reaches up, pinning them down, crossed at the wrists. His lips find yours hungrily, your tongues in a perfect rhythm, Namjoon moans into your mouth.

Pulling back from his mouth you wriggle underneath him, “this is your fantasy… how do you want me?” he bites his lip.
He lets you squirm out from underneath him completely, pushing his chest lightly, he lays down on his back, “I thought I was the one teasing you?” he asks, confused, watching you stand up from the bed.
“you will be…” You help him pull off his sweatpants, whipping off your own trousers.
You climb back on to the bed over his thighs, looking down at his long body – his chest heaving under his t-shirt, his long neck already looking tense with excitement.
“I want to tease you for a little bit too” you smile, running your fingers over the front of his grey boxers, tracing the hard line of his erection.
He groans, his eyes closing as you rub your palm over him, grabbing him through the material.
His hips buck against your hand, your breathing already excited. Reaching forward you push his t-shirt higher, dragging your nails gently over his toned stomach. He pulls it off over his head.
Leaning down, you press your lips to the hardness in his boxers, “I’m already feeling tortured baby” he groans out a laugh, “…and you’ve just started”
“you can hold out a few more hours…” you smirk, pressing your lips over his boxers again, “I promise I’ll let you cum… eventually”
His moan of frustration shoots sparks through your entire body. Namjoon looks down his body to your face hovering over him – looking him in the eye, you run your tongue over the fabric, pressing firmly to his hard tip, the grey fabric turning darker under your mouth.
“can you feel how hard you make me?” he groans, keeping eye contact.
“uh huh” you moan against him, your lips still working over the bulge, your fingers exploring the grooves of his muscular stomach.
“you sure you don’t want me to take these off?” he teases, sliding the tips of his fingers under his waistband. You groan at his teasing, your eyes clouding with lust.
Your hands travel down his body, helping him pull his boxers down, his perfect erection springing free next to your lips.
You look at him, admiring the amazing length, his hardness, the tip slick with pre-cum – glancing up, Namjoon is looking down at you, “you’re not allowed to suck it though…” he whispers, his eyes telling a different story.
You whimper at his words, desperate to have him in your mouth, “you’re allowed the tip in a teasing session” you smirk, changing the rules.
“ok” he breathes, you lean your face towards him, “but not yet” he reaches his hand down to stroke a thumb over your lips.
“when?” you moan, your face still so close to him.
“I’ll count to 10…” he holds eye contact, his hand cupping your face.
“1…2…” he counts so slowly, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip again.
“3…4...” your tongue flicks out and tastes his thumb, making him shudder out a moan.
“5…6….” he pulls his hand back from your mouth, gripping himself, “7…8…” his words stutter as his hand moves up and down his erection, staying so close to your eager lips.
“9…” he teases, moving the tip to your lips, so close you could lick it, “9 and a half…” he smirks.
“10?” you beg, licking your lips.
“10” he agrees, leading himself to mouth, your lips closing over his tip, tasting his pre-cum.
“hmmm” you moan onto him, sucking him softly, he shudders out at exhale, his fist burying into the bedding beside him.
Your lips slide further down him as you suck, wanting to pleasure him like you know he loves.

“no no” he pulls himself back, away from your mouth, “you’re not allowed to do that”
You whimper, but love that he is playing the tease so well, “but I know you want me to…” you beg.
“I do… believe me, I do” he breathes, pulling his boxers up, rearranging himself and running his hands through his hair, “but you love knowing I’m not getting what I want…” he raises an eyebrow, looking ridiculously sexy.
“that’s true” you grin, you move up his body from where you are straddled over his thighs, so that you are crotch to crotch – his boxers underneath your wet panties.
“and what do you think I want?” he breathes, looking up at you, his chest heaving – his long fingers trail up your thighs onto your hips.
“you want me to…” you press down on him, his erection rubbing between your legs, “pull my panties to the side….” your fingers trail down and do as you say, rocking into him harder, your wetness pressing into the damp patch on his boxers that your mouth has left, “and you want me to pull your underwear down”. You hold his gaze as you pinch the waistband of his underwear, “but I wont…” you tease.
He growls, his eyes burning into you, “then you have to keep yours on” he hums, his hand reaching between your legs, rearranging your panties back over your wetness, his thumb trailing down over your clit once, “so wet already….” he smiles, he rearranges his erection underneath you as he pulls his hand away.

“you can grind on me….” his deep voice rumbles, “for 10 seconds…” his eyes hold yours, your chest heaving – he is really good at this! 
“15?” you beg, biting your lip to try to tempt him.
“10” he commands, his hands gripping your hips. You reach up to pull off your top, rearranging your boobs in your bra to sit high and rounded, Namjoon’s eyes follow your hands, staring at your chest.
“15?” you ask again, rocking your hips once on him to remind him what he’s getting out of this.
“ahh” his jaw tightens, shaking his head he repeats, “10 seconds”
You rock your hips back and forth on him, pressing down onto his hardness, feeling him rubbing against your clit through the fabric of your underwear.

“5…6…7…” he continues, his eyes closed, concentrating on the sensation of you grinding on top of him, “8…9….” he breathes.
You continue rocking, the sensation building in your stomach, praying he doesn’t make you stop at 10.
“9 and a half….10” his fingers dig into your hips to stop you, you lift up from him, whimpering out a breath.
“oh god, Joon…” your thigh trembles with being so turned on then denied.
“you need to calm down” he grins, flipping you over onto your back. He pushes your thighs together, then straddles over them, pinning your legs closed. Your chest heaves looking up at him.
“this is amazing” you breathe.
His hands reach down, pushing the material of your bra down, releasing your nipples.
“I’m glad you’re having fun…” he growls, “this is torture!” he leans down to suck each nipple quickly, making you squirm underneath him, your legs still locked together.
His tongue is replaced by his circling thumbs, creating a perfect rhythm over your nipples, sending sparks down your body to your wet wanting clit.
“I can feel that all over my body” you gasp, watching his face as he concentrates on your chest.
“I know where you really want my thumb” he draws your bottom lip into a horny kiss. You try to buck upwards into him, pinned by his weight, a gurgle of frustration escaping you.
The noise spurs something in Namjoon, he moves from your thighs, releasing your legs so they can open for him. Without breaking the kiss, his hand trails down your body, pressing over your panties.
“the noises you make drive me crazy” he gasps, his fingers pressing over the fabric against your throbbing clit. Your hands run down his back, over his warm skin and the muscular dip of his spine – sliding over his ass, under the waistband of his boxers. Your pull his boxers down, snaking a hand round to grip his hard dick, he moans into your mouth.
“we are getting carried away” he shudders, his hand still pressing into your panties, “to make it even…I could slide my fingers in” his fingers trace around the outside of your underwear, dipping a few millimeters under to see how wet you still are.
“but I won’t” he hums into your mouth, removing his hand completely. Your chest heaves again, your mind fogged from hot desire. You work your hand over him, increasing the speed, his eyes close and you stare up into his face, desperate to give him what he wants.

“whoa…” he begs, holding your hand over himself to still your movement. His eyes open, “I know what you want…” he takes himself in his hand, using his other to pull your panties off.
You lay spread out underneath him, his eyes burning into you as he moves his hand over himself.
“are you going to cum on me?” you whimper, trailing your hands over your stomach and ribs, the expanse of skin that is free for him to cover.
“not yet…but you’re getting me really close” he breathes, his jaw tight, leading his hardness between your legs. He pushes your thighs wider, one hand resting on your hip as he presses himself to your entrance, “this is the bit you didn’t think I’d be good at” he smiles but his eyes are clouded with lust.
He uses his hand to guide his erection over you, flicking over your clit perfectly making you moan and squirm.
He starts thrusting gently, his hardness pressing against where you are most sensitive, the sensation building, your thigh starts to tremble.
His eyes move over you, from watching your face enjoy the sensation, to between your legs, seeing how wet his dick is getting from touching you.
“fuck me” you whimper in a whisper, “please… I’m close”
He grins, exhaling a laugh that he has made you beg, “just the tip remember…” he hums, “… for 10 seconds”
“baby” you growl, needing him fully, gripping his muscular forearm.
He stops pressing against your clit, moving to your entrance and pushes in the smallest amount. You try to press down onto him but his hand on your hip pins you in place. The throb in your clit subsides, frustration building at the almost orgasm.
“1…2...3…4” he starts, grinding out the numbers as he runs the tip back and forth, entering you enough to make you squirm, but not enough to satisfy the need of him to fill you.
“5…6…7…8…” his breathing heavy and he groans out the words…”9…9 and a half”
“please” you look him in the eye.
He grins, “10” and thrusts all the way in.