Waste It On Me ( BTS Namjoon x Reader)

Part 5 - Chapter 15

February 20th 2021

“is this a scary part?” you cover your face with the blanket.
“no” Joon laughs, “this film isn’t very scary”
“the music is creeping me out” you feel his hand try to tug the blanket from your face.
“I’ll protect you…” you can hear the smirk on his lips as he pulls you into him, “… from the creepy music”
Settling back into his arms you finally drop the blanket from your face.
“are you guys staying here tonight?” JK asks from where he is sat on the floor, surrounded by snacks.
“yeah” Joon confirms. Tae and Jimin are snuggled under another blanket on the other end of the sofa, Sujin and Hoseok have already called it a night.
“cool” JK smiles up at his Leader but Joon is concentrating on the film.

The film is almost finished when JK’s phone buzzes next to him, illuminating in the soft darkness of the living area - he checks his notifications, jumps up and heads to the hallway.
“you ok?” you whisper from under Joon’s arm, he is breathing heavily in sleep.
“yeah, Maggie’s here” JK grins as he passes.
“its almost 1am” you blink, confused.
“yeah?” he smiles, it comes out as more of a statement than a question.
You hear him pad down the hallway, open the door and talk in hushed tones, moments later, his bedroom door locks shut.
“Joon” you nudge your elbow softly against him, “Maggie has just arrived” you whisper as he blinks sleepily.
“so?” he whispers back – Tae and Jimin are sound asleep on the other side of the huge U-shaped couch.
“she’s a booty call!” you keep your voice hushed, covered by the film still playing.
“so?” he asks again, moving his body to be cuddled further into you, burying his warm face in your neck.
“its almost 1am!” you argue back, feeling the tingle across your skin as his warm sleepy lips find your skin.
“he’s 22…” Namjoon breathes into you, “he’s having fun” his hand snakes across your body under the blanket, lifting your shirt to trail his fingers over your bare skin, “we were having phone sex when I was 22… if I’d texted you at 1am, and you lived in Seoul… would you have come over?”
His whispered words and the feel of his slow fingers make you wet, his breathing increasing its pace near your ear. You think back to the very explicit calls and texts so many years ago – the feeling of desperation to kiss him, to touch him, to slide your hand into his boxers, to ride on top of him…, “yes” you groan in a whisper into his hair.
At your confirmation he slides his fingers quietly under the hem of your sweatpants, into your panties and directly into your wet clit.
“then I would have texted you every night asking you to come over” he whispers, his tongue trailing up your neck, his fingers still moving over your clit slowly. You reach for him under the blanket, finding him hard through his jeans.
“and I would have been your 1am booty call every night” you hum softly, silently unzipping him and sliding your hand around his erection, his warm breathing filling your ear, “every night…” you repeat, “I’d have been on my knees sucking this gorgeous dick” Joon groans softly as your hand speeds up. Both of you trying to stay silent, barely moving so you don’t wake Jimin and Tae.
“all I thought about when I was 22, was making you cum” his fingers slide inside you, “and I still do…” he grins.

His quiet breathing continues in your ear, tipping you over the edge as you throb in his hand, covering your mouth with the blanket to stay silent.
He rests his hand on yours to slow your movement over him, “bed time” he whispers. He zips himself up under the blanket as you crawl unsteadily to your feet, staying quiet.
Jimin and Taehyung are still sound asleep, lulled by the gentle chattering of the movie, perfectly cuddled in each others arms.
You weave around the sofa, Joon silently jogging up behind you in the hallway, “don’t tell them we did that” he whispers into your hair, pressing his hard body into your back.
You stop walking, pressing your ass back into his erection, his lips covering your neck with hungry kisses, “did what?” you flirt, turning around to capture his lips to yours.
He breathes into your mouth, clearly horny to have you in his room, “that I fingered you under a blanket while they slept” he growls, his tongue finding yours again.
His words send a fresh ripple of lust through your body, your clit throbbing to be touched again, “I’m going to need you to have sex with me very very soon” you beg, sucking his bottom lip between yours. He groans, reaching his hands around you to cup your ass. He lifts you onto him, wrapping your legs around his waist, crotch to crotch, feeling how hard he still is.
He carries you the few steps into his old room, kicking the door closed behind you. You turn your back to him as he puts you down, needing to feel his lustful kisses on your neck again. He steps flush behind you, nudging you forward towards the closed door. You feel Joon crouch, tugging your pants and underwear off, he stands back up – you hear him unzip his jeans. Lust coursing through your veins.
Biting your lip, you rest your forearms against the door, pressing your ass back into his crotch, his jeans are gone. You peek over your shoulder, watching him pull down his boxers.
“beg me again” the corner of his mouth is tilted in a sexy smile, looking up to meet your eye.
You hold his gaze, hot desire flushing your entire body, between your legs so wet for him, needing him to take the one step forward and slide into you.
You spread your legs a little further apart for him, “I need you Namjoon, I need you to have sex with me” you watch his eyes cloud, “please…” you whimper.
“I need you too” he whispers as he guides himself between your legs, his tip, slick with pre-cum, finds your entrance and pushes inside.
You both gasp as he thrusts forward to fill you.
“fast or slow, baby?” he grinds out behind you, you look over your shoulder again, admiring his tight jaw, he needs the release.
“hard” you instruct, biting your lip, turning back to face the door, bracing yourself so that he can go as deep as he wants.
His hands on your hips dig in to the point of pain, dragging your ass back to meet his thrusts forward.
“you feel so good” he groans.
Your hand travels to your clit, rubbing yourself quickly as he slams into you, filling you so perfectly. The noises he makes are too sexy. Your leg starts to shake, only his hands pulling firmly at your hips keeping you on your feet.
“cum for me” he groans.
Your body follows his command, your knees almost giving way underneath you as you ride though the orgasm. As he feels you throb, Namjoon stops thrusting, filling you completely so he can feel the sensation too, “fuck…” he breathes as he lets go too.
Resting your forehead on the door, your legs shaking, you feel a small tap on the other side, “hyung…” JK’s voice whispers from the other side, “do you have a condom?”
“go... away...” Namjoon growls behind you.

*****

March 14th 2021

“Namjoon?” you reach across the bed but the sheets are cold and empty. 5am. You click on the bedside light and glance around, his gym bag is gone.
You pick up your phone, there are messages from your parents and friends that you couldn’t bare to read last night, congratulations on the Grammy’s performance, and condolences that the group didn’t win an award. Joon had been disappointed, but quickly switched into the Leader the members all needed – they had hugged and thanked each other for their hard work, made plans for the coming year and ‘next time’, and went Live to comfort Army.

He had climbed into bed with you in the early hours of the morning, his forehead resting on your upper arm so you could feel his breathing change as he finaly slept -  just a few hours later he is already gone.
You close down your social media apps, still feeling too raw to look at Army’s kind words of love and support.
Sliding out of bed, you throw on a hoodie and sweatpants and find your sliders. Grabbing your phone and key you head to the gym on the complex for the shared apartments in the building.

As the elevator door opens, there is a security guard stood in silence outside the gym room, he looks up, giving you a weak smile and nods.
“is he on his own?” you ask in Korean, the guard nods again, “could you give us some privacy for a while – not let anyone else in?”
“of course” he steps forward to open the door for you – you still haven’t gotten used to Namjoon’s entourage.
The door closes behind you – the room is huge but familiar, full of rows of equipment – stepping into the room you see Namjoon sitting on one of the weights benches near the corner of the space.
“do you want to talk?” you step up to him, he is slick with sweat, his chest heaving, he looks up and his face is pained.
“I’m OK” he forces a smile.
“It’s fine not to be” you step between his legs, running your fingers through his sweaty hair, he leans his forehead on your stomach, his heavy breathes are warm against you, “I’m so proud of you”
“I know, I’m proud too…” he trails off, his voice deep and thick with emotion.
“it’ll mean more next year…” you carry on rubbing his hair, mirroring his thoughts from last night, “you’ll be there in person, I’m sure you’ll perform again… and with a Korean song”
He looks up, his hands coming to rest on your hips, “I know” he smiles, and it seems less hurt, “thank you” you bend to kiss him, taking his lips against yours, hoping that the love and pride you feel for him somehow pours out of you.

His hands tighten on your hips, riding the hoodie up until he touches your bare skin, his kiss turning more desperate.
He pulls back, “what sexy underwear am I missing out on because we didn’t win?” he smiles up at you, remembering the destroyed outfit from the night they were nominated – his hand travels up, pulling down the zip of the hoodie.
You are topless underneath, his eyes sparkle as he looks at you, pushing the material away from your breasts, “I don’t have any underwear on” you confirm with a small smile, tracing your thumb over his lips.
“none at all?” his eyebrow quirks up.
You shrug off the hoodie, kick away the shoes and pull down the sweatpants, standing before him naked, “none at all” you smile as he drinks in the sight of you, “I asked for us to have some privacy” you nod towards the door.
Namjoon stands up in front of you, looking down into your eyes - his kiss intoxicates you, the smell of his sweat-sheened skin, the feel of his hard muscles under your finger tips.
“what was your plan if we had won?” he smiles against your lips.
“I’m sure you’ll find out next year” you give him a cheeky grin.
“so cruel” he clutches his heart in mock-pain.
“I’m not telling you” you grin, kissing him again, your tongues in perfect rhythm.
“lay down” he groans into your mouth, you break away and look around.
“here?” Namjoon nods, guiding you backwards onto the weights bench where he had been sat. He drops to his knees between your legs as you try to get comfortable.
He leans forward, swiping his tongue over you teasingly, “I feel like I won anyway” he grins, tracing kisses down your inner thigh until he finds his favourite rhythm flicking over you.