'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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tw: mature sexual content
At first, Celine thought she had misheard him.
Thought she had imagined him nodding, eyes hooded in tortured pleasure as she fingered at the waistband of his sweatpants, desperate to have him now that his arousal was so obvious.
But she hadn't.
He'd really said it.
"Okay," he'd groaned, unable to resist her any longer. "Okay, baby."
Celine was reaching for him before he had a chance to change his mind.
Her hand dipped boldly into his sweatpants, past the edge of his briefs, wrapping around his naked length and squeezing a little. He was thick and heavy, and she marvelled at the size, squeezing once more.
Namjoon moaned low, his jaw tense, his lips parting.
Celine really had no idea what she was doing. She had never done this, had never even been exposed to friends who had talked to her about this, so she was entirely clueless. But she did know Namjoon. She knew how he was feeling, and she knew exactly how to reach through the bond to feel for what he enjoyed most.
And so when she squeezed his length gently again, she sensed the tense pleasure that shot through him, and smiled.
"Joonie," she murmured against his lips, pressing a small kiss to them. "You like it?"
Namjoon nodded, his eyes hooded and dark. "Yes, baby," he managed, sounding choked. "I like it."
She smiled, reaching again through the bond as she began to stroke him slowly, feeling for what he liked most, and Namjoon gripped her hips hard as she did so, his head dropping back a little to rest against the door, exposing his neck.
The bond urged her forward, pressing her mouth to the juncture of his neck and shoulder, kissing him gently there.
"Baby," he moaned, the vibration of it thrumming against Celine's lips where she was pressed into his neck. She followed her instinct and sucked a little, noting that it left a small red mark, and the possessive thrill that ran through her of marking Namjoon nearly knocked her off her feet, so she moved higher, sucking lightly once more.
Namjoon hissed in pleasure, his hands roaming her hips wildly. "Fuck," he groaned, bucking his hips up under her hand, which stroked faster, twisting a little as she realised he liked it most when she did that. "Fuck, Celine- feels so good..."
"Joonie," she whispered against his lips, in awe of him. She had never, ever seen him look so hot, never expected to find the sight of him in such undeniable pleasure so arousing.
Celine felt like she was on fire. She felt powerful, sexy, wanted, the lust thrumming through her as she stroked him faster, the sensation addictive and overwhelming as she watched him coming apart, beginning to shake, the bond beginning to vibrate around them deliciously.
"Celine," he warned, hips bucking erratically, glancing down at her outfit. "Celine, your dress-"
She recognised his warning, feeling his cock throbbing below her thumb as she ran it over the tip. Knowing what was about to happen, she followed her instincts, and took a risk.
She dropped to her knees.
Namjoon looked struck dumb for half a second, before any of the brown left in his irises turned to pure desirous black. "Baby..." he began, threading a hand into her hair. "You don't have to-"
But Celine could see the pleasure that had burst behind his eyes when he saw her on her knees, her mouth aligned with his groin. She had seen the way his thighs had tensed below the fabric of his sweatpants, the way his cock had jumped a little at her subservience. And so she stayed, ignoring his niceties, wrapping a small hand around his length once more, this time letting her tongue dart out to taste the leaking tip.
Namjoon jolted, head throwing backwards. "Fuck."
He wasn't going to last long. Celine could sense it. He had already been close enough to warn her about her dress being ruined, and so when she wrapped her mouth fully around his head, sucking boldly, he was already arching his back and calling her name like a prayer.
"Celine," he gasped, dark eyes flying open to watch her taking his cock in her mouth. "Baby, fuck, that's- oh, fuck, yes... Celine-"
With one brutal snap of his hips, he slid in a little further, and Celine placed a bracing hand on his shaking thigh as he reached his high, hot salty liquid filling her mouth in an instant. It was an unfamiliar sensation but she swallowed it down, knowing that the bond would make her crave the taste like an addictive drug.
Namjoon groaned, low and husky, a sound she wanted to paint onto her memory forever. She glanced up at him, eyes lidded in pleasure and lips parted, his chest heaving as he watched her swallow his release.
Celine herself hadn't even been touched, not once. And yet she was throbbing with need, the pure pleasure that Namjoon had just experienced ebbing through her own veins as the bond wrapped them in a hazy afterglow. She could feel everything he had just felt, could feel the euphoria that shot through him now as he came down from the high too.
Namjoon's hand reached into her hair, tugging gently upwards and pulling her into his arms the second she got to her feet. His mouth was on hers, fervent and desperate, even in the lazy afterglow of his orgasm.
"Shit," he cursed, tasting himself on her lips as his tongue tangled with hers, before he drew back. "You're incredible."
Celine beamed, brushing a finger over his cheek. "I wanted to make you feel good, Joonie. You didn't have to hold out. I wanted to do it."
He nodded, smiling a little at her as he drew her back into a kiss, this one longing and slow. When she drew back, she eyed him, a question bursting free.
"Joonie..." she began. "Is... is it always like that? Does it... always feel like that?"
Namjoon shook his head, making her heart swell. "No, baby," he said, stroking a hair behind her ear. "Only with you."
She leaned into his touch, closing her eyes. "This bond is really something, isn't it Joonie?"
But Namjoon was eyeing her as she fluttered her eyelashes open once more, running a finger over her lip now in awe.
"No, baby," he murmured. "No. It's not the bond. It's just you. You make me feel this way."
And if Celine couldn't have felt her heart grow any more, he chose that moment to draw her in for one final kiss, their mouths melting into one another once more.
She could feel the emotion pouring between them, swirling in a bottomless whirlpool that opened in her stomach and refused to close, and although she was inexperienced, had never made love with anyone before, had barely been human for a few months... she knew one, undeniable thing to be true.
