Choose Your Own BTS Adventure

PATH 4: NAMJOON - PART 4

It was still dark. The apartment was quiet. The clock on his bedside table read 5:43 AM. The look in Namjoon's eyes read pure lust. Your eyes mirrored back at him with the same carnal need. His eyes were locked on yours intensely, and though it was dark, they still shone with intent. You knew you should look away, but you couldn't and you wouldn't and you didn't. Not until his gaze slowly transferred to your lips.

By instinct, you licked your lips. Still on top of him, Namjoon propped himself up slightly on his elbows to bring his mouth closer to yours. He was so warm beneath you. His lips looked so invitingly soft. You wondered what he might taste like, only not for long, because you soon found out.

Namjoon tasted like a dream wrapped in velvet as he brought his plump lips up against yours. He trapped your bottom lip between both of his, and both of your eyes slid shut as you felt a pressure building up in the pit of your stomach. Inside of you, a very loud woman screamed, pushing and prodding at your stomach, urging you to drink up more and more of this man who made you feel things you'd never felt before.

As gingerly as a cat scaling a wobbly plank of wood that joined two rooftops, you leaned into him. To your surprise, a soft moan spilled out of him as he brought one of his large hands to your cheek, cupping your whole small face in his palm. He made you feel like something worth holding onto, and that feeling gave you the confidence you needed to lose yourself to this kiss.

Suddenly starving, you consumed him. Your lips worked fast against his. Now nibbling. Now the flick of a tongue against his. You could still taste the beer on his tongue from the night before, musky and manly and so so Namjoonie.

The back of your mind tapped at your skull, craving attention, telling you to stop before things got too heated, but it was soon forgotten once Namjoon's hands slid down the sides of you, curving in at your waist and then settling on your hips. His fingers sunk into your flesh, gripping you, and again you felt wanted and needed and tangibly real.

With a soft, sucky noise, Namjoon's lips broke from yours. He pulled back, opened his eyes, and you watched as he sucked on his bottom lip, tasting the last remnants of you. One corner of his mouth pulled up, begging for trouble. The smirk soon smoothed out into a soft smile and his fingers flirted with your skin just under the hem of your shirt on either side.

"Namjoon," you whispered, wanting to be sure, though truth be told, inside you were begging for more more more. "What does this mean?"

A deep, thoughtful hum vibrated between his thick lips. He flicked the corner of his mouth with his tongue as he considered the question. Finally, when it felt like forever and you were just about to silence his tongue with yours, he spoke.

"I'm attracted to you, Y/N," he answered honestly. There was no doubt in your mind that his words were the truth. He went on. "I know we just met, and I know you're a good girl... not like Minji."

"Thank God," you just had to butt in.

He snickered softly and let one of his hands wander warmly up the back of your shirt, trailing the groove of your spine with his fingertips. "Yeah. I'm glad you're you."

"Thank you," you said. His words had touched some formerly untouched part of you, making you want to give him anything he wanted.

Namjoon's dimples snuck out along with his smile. His eyes were dark, but playful. You knew what he wanted, could feel his hardness between your legs, poking at your core, begging to be let inside you. But you could also tell Namjoon would respect whatever you decided. He was a good man. But he was wrong about one little thing.

"I'm not a good girl," you told him.

"Oh?"

"Fuck no," you answered, the words coming out in a rush with your pent up breath.