'who are you?' he whispered, gazing at the beautiful creature.
the moment he spoke, her eyes opened.
and namjoon was done for.
| namjoon x o/c
| fantasy, romance, fluff, smut
| completed: 15.07.2023
@bangtanbagels ~ 2023
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Celine had experienced much in her millions of years of just being.
She had lit up stadiums against dark skies. She had struck love into the hearts of millions, felt the pulse of thousands of people singing in harmony as they united behind the boys. She had experienced things that humans could barely dream of.
But none of it would ever come close to the feeling of kissing Kim Namjoon.
The moment his lips closed over hers, she knew that her humanity would never be more obvious than it was in that millisecond. She felt it all - the pound of her heart against her ribcage, the tingle in her fingertips as they rested on his biceps, the shiver that shot down her spine as his mouth moved ever so slowly. The whiskey on his lips that set her own tastebuds alight.
And of course, the connection that shot through her entire body and wrapped around them, stronger and more urgent than it had ever been before now that they were finally giving in, engulfing them both in heat.
Because that's what it was - hot. Namjoon's lips were soft and warm, inviting her mouth to part for him under his caresses, stroking her lips with his. Even his hands were warm, one still cupping her cheek, while the other made it's way down to her hip, setting her body ablaze.
She had no idea what she was doing. Not the slightest clue. And yet there was a place within her, something primal and instinctual, that knew she should flutter her eyelids shut, and reach up for him, winding her hands into the hair at the nape of his neck. Namjoon made a slight strangled sound as she did, and kissed her harder, and she followed his movements, sighing a little as she relaxed into his mouth with her own.
He tensed at the sound, urging her mouth open a little wider, and then his tongue was running over the seam of her bottom lip, tasting her.
Celine felt that familiar longing in the base of her stomach again. The one she had felt in bed with him this morning, when his hips pressed into her. She knew what it was now.
It was desire.
Fuck, she thought as his tongue traced over hers. Fuck, if this is kissing, why don't humans do it all the time?
She had a fleeting thought that maybe this wasn't what kissing was like - maybe this was just Namjoon making her feel this way. Namjoon, with his perfect dimpled smile and strong arms, and warm chest, and his lips, chasing every thought from her brain as they captured hers once more...
