'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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"Ah, fuck it."
Before Celine could register Namjoon's outburst, his lips were on hers.
She'd thought it had been passionate out on the balcony. With the bond wrapped around them and Namjoon's lips on hers, she'd thought that was all there was to it. It couldn't get any better than that.
But apparently, Namjoon had been restraining himself, because this... this was something else.
He was lustful and urgent, drawing her to her feet and crashing her body to his, pressing her whole chest into his muscular torso. His mouth undulated over hers, his tongue seeking entry almost immediately, and she couldn't help the moan that escaped her when it did. The feeling of warmth shot from her lips all the way down to her core, and pooled there.
She knew what that feeling was. She'd seen humans experience it before, seen it in the burgeoning stages of relationships, seen it ruin friendships, ignite arguments and wars and battles. She had just never expected it to feel so heavy, a huge, burning pool of heat in the bottom of her stomach, one that shot out electricity into her limbs and made her feel dizzy.
She wondered if this was how sexual desire always felt, or if it would only feel like this with Namjoon, their mystical connection heightening the pleasure they were both feeling.
Not that she cared. She never planned to do it with anyone else, anyway.
Namjoon wrapped his arm around her waist tighter, mouth leaving hers to trail down her jaw. "Celine," he called to her, sounding almost tortured. "Celine, you taste so sweet..."
Celine let her eyes flutter closed at his words. The connection zinged through her, setting her fingertips and her toes on fire as his open-mouthed kisses reached her neck, discovering how sensitive her skin was there for the first time.
Her knees buckled a little and he laughed. She winced at the warm breath over her collarbone.
"Are you okay?" he asked, pulling back from her neck with concern, shining eyes meeting hers. She had never seen him like this - cheeks flushed, hair messy, lips parted. "Is this okay, Celine?"
