'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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If Namjoon thought he would sleep better, now that the bubble of tension had burst between them... he was wrong.
At first it was easy. Once he'd... relieved himself in the shower after their activities in bed, he'd returned to find her drowsy and adorable, reaching for him from beneath the covers. They had curled together once more, and Namjoon had let sleep take him, the tiredness from pleasuring her dragging him under.
But when he awoke early in the morning, his nose buried in her hair, her leg tangled with his, his fingers drifting along her spine... it didn't take long for the memories of the previous night to resurface.
Immediately, his body stiffened, blood diverting to the one place he needed it the least.
Namjoon cursed internally, trying to think of anything else. But even the scent of her was driving him crazy. And he could feel her chest against him, rising and falling gently, the swell of her breasts against his torso making his cock stand to attention.
Shit, he thought. This woman was going to be the death of him. It was as if finally having her hadn't satiated him, but just made that awful monster prowling in his stomach much hungrier for more.
When she had reached for him yesterday, a look of pure wonder and curiosity on her face as she dipped a hand into the band of his sweats, he had known he had to stop her. Already he felt like he was pushing her too far, when he should be the responsible one in the situation - it had taken everything in him not to let her wrap her slender fingers around him right then and there and let her get him off.
But it was the right thing to do. Namjoon knew that. Celine had only been human for a few months, and of everyone he'd ever met, he didn't want to let her down.
He had to be the bigger person.
And yet, even the memory of her face scrunching up in pleasure, eyes burning bright lavender as she reached her own peak, her thick thighs spread and squeezing his hips as she gasped his name, her wet core shaking beneath his cock...
Yeah. His hard-on wasn't going anywhere any time soon.
Celine shifted a little on top of him, her breathing becoming less even, and Namjoon noted with a jolt that she was waking up. He froze, panicked about her realising he was hard again.
But it was too late.
Celine raised her head from his chest, blinking sleepily as she eyed Namjoon.
"Joonie?" she asked in a hoarse whisper, taking in the darkened room. "It's early."
