WINE: Kim Namjoon One shots

2️⃣Cute Neighbours 🍷Part 3

Namjoon Pov 

Once more, our lips collide in a fervent kiss. Her lips are incredibly soft, akin to the sweetness of cotton candy, and they perfectly meld with mine. We lose ourselves in the intoxicating dance of our mouths, each movement a silent declaration of our pent-up desire. I revel in the sensation of her gently inhaling breaths, exchanging the essence of our existence in those shared moments.

My teeth tingle with sensitivity, aching to sink into her plump lower lip, but I restrain my hunger. However, my self-control wavers when she audaciously nibbles on my lower lip, igniting a primal longing within me.

Unable to contain my fervor, I grip her left thigh, pulling our bodies impossibly closer. Her thighs are velvety soft, and my mind spins with fantasies of leaving tender red imprints on her voluptuous skin — marks of my affection, a testament to our shared love.

My senses are ablaze with desire as I explore every nook and cranny of her mouth, fulfilling fantasies that have lingered in my mind for far too long. Each touch of her lips against mine ignites memories of nights when she slept soundly on my chest, her warm breath caressing my neck, an intimacy that was a prelude to this moment.

Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling it with just the right amount of force that sends pleasurable shivers down my spine. I can't help but groan into her lips, the sound melding with the symphony of our shared passion.

Our soft, exploratory kisses morph into something more fervent, more consuming. With each passing second, our kisses grow sloppier, our saliva mixing in a heady cocktail of desire. What captivates me the most is the symphony of our connection – the rapid, shared breaths, the sloppy union of our lips, the soft moans and whimpers that escape between kisses.

Her hand slips to the nape of my neck, her fingers patting gently, urging me on. Reluctantly, I break our kiss with a wet, sloppy sound, both of us gasping for air. Her chest heaves, the rise and fall of her breasts hypnotizing me, and my gaze involuntarily drops to the hardening peak of her nipple, still straining against the fabric of my black t-shirt. The temptation to pinch it, tease it with my thumb, suckle it, and nibble it between my teeth is overwhelming, a primal urge that threatens to consume me entirely. Oh, God, how badly I want to give in to these desires, to taste every inch of her, to claim her as mine in the most intimate of ways.

My chuckle escapes as I hear her innocent remark, "Ohh my God!! Joonie, it feels like you've been waiting for this moment for so long. At least let me breathe!!" Little does she know that my desires run far deeper, far more intense. In the depths of my mind, I yearn to tear off my t-shirt, to let my palms grabbing them as fucking tight bra, to squeeze those soft mounds firmly, to message them slowly with my saliva, succumbing to the overwhelming urges that surge through me.

She continues, her playful tone underscoring her boldness, "So, if you imagined kissing me like this, then why didn't you kiss me when I asked for it? You only gave me a kiss on my cheeks like a kid. Stupid."

I can't help but chuckle at her audacity. "This girl really has the audacity to call me stupid!"

In response, I playfully give a soft bite to her chubby cheeks. "How was I supposed to know my innocent little girl wanted a lip kiss from me, huh?"

She giggles, her laughter like music to my ears. "So, what do you think of me? I mean, other than that cute innocent little girl?"

I raise an eyebrow, intrigued. "What do you really want to hear from me?"

She brushes her fingers gently on my nape, her touch sending shivers down my spine. "Hmm, like which body part you like, what your fantasies are, things like that."