Chapter 7: The Desk Affair

The tension between them had been building for weeks, culminating in the moment that left both Namjoon and YN breathless, trembling with need. Namjoon’s eyes were dark with desire, his large hands gripping her waist tightly as he hoisted her onto the desk. Papers scattered, forgotten, and the once-organised workspace was now a stage for their growing passion.

"Then take me, Namjoon. I’m yours," she had whispered, sealing their fate with those words.

Namjoon wasted no time. He kissed her with an intensity that made YN gasp, their lips meeting in a frenzy of need. His hands roamed over her body, rough yet controlled, as though he had been holding back for far too long. She could feel his restraint fading, his desperation mirroring her own.

YN’s legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, the hard press of his body against hers only fueling the fire between them. She could feel the rigid outline of him straining against his pants, and her heart pounded wildly in anticipation. His lips left hers, trailing down her neck, kissing the sensitive spots that made her tremble under his touch.

“You drive me crazy,” Namjoon growled against her skin, his voice deep and full of want. He tore his shirt off in one swift motion, revealing the hard planes of his chest and the muscles that YN had often admired from afar. Her hands shakily reached out, running over the taut lines of his abs, marvelling at his body.

Namjoon’s hand slid under her skirt, pushing it up slowly. He felt the lace of her panties beneath his fingers and tugged them down, his eyes never leaving hers. YN’s breath hitched as he slid her panties off, exposing her completely. His fingers teased her thighs, drawing closer to the place where she ached for him the most.

“Namjoon… I need you,” YN whispered breathlessly, her voice tinged with desperation. She was practically trembling with want, every nerve ending on fire as he teased her mercilessly.

“You’ll have me,” Namjoon muttered, his voice hoarse with desire. “But you need to understand something first.”

His hands moved to unbuckle his belt, the metallic sound sending shivers down YN’s spine. When he finally freed himself from his pants, her eyes widened at the sight of him. He was thick, bigger than she had imagined, and her heart raced in both excitement and nervousness.

“Namjoon, I…” she stammered, biting her lip as her gaze fixed on him. “You’re so… big.”

A smirk played on Namjoon’s lips as he stepped closer, his fingers gripping her hips again. “It’s all yours, baby. I’ll take care of you.”

He positioned himself at her entrance, his tip pressing against her slick folds. Slowly, agonisingly slowly, he began to push inside her. YN gasped, her body tensing as she tried to adjust to his size. It was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that had her toes curling.

“Namjoon…” YN moaned, her nails digging into his shoulders as he pushed in deeper. She felt stretched beyond her limits, the pressure almost too much to bear, but the pleasure that came with it was undeniable.

“Shh,” Namjoon whispered against her ear, his lips brushing her skin. “You’re doing so good, baby. Just relax.”

YN’s breath came in ragged pants as Namjoon continued to slide into her, inch by inch. The feeling of him filling her completely sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, and despite the initial discomfort, she craved more. Her body began to adjust, the pain fading into a throbbing, pleasurable ache that had her clinging to him desperately.

When he was fully inside her, Namjoon stilled, letting her body get used to the sensation. YN could feel every inch of him, the fullness driving her mad with desire. She whimpered, shifting her hips slightly to signal that she was ready for more.

“Namjoon… please,” she begged, her voice breathless.

Namjoon’s grip on her hips tightened as he began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first. He watched her closely, gauging her reactions, making sure she was comfortable. But as YN’s moans grew louder, her body arching against him, his control started to slip.

“You feel so good, YN,” Namjoon groaned, his pace quickening. His hips snapped forward, the sound of their bodies colliding filling the room.

YN cried out in pleasure, her hands clutching the edge of the desk as Namjoon picked up the speed. His thrusts were deeper now, more urgent, and the force of his movements made the desk beneath them creak. Papers flew everywhere, files scattered to the floor as Namjoon fucked her harder, the desk shaking with the intensity of their movements.

“Fuck, Namjoon!” YN screamed, her voice echoing through the office. The soundproof walls were the only thing saving them from being caught, but neither of them cared at this point.

Namjoon’s hands gripped her thighs, spreading them wider as he thrust into her relentlessly. Her body bounced on the desk with each movement, her head thrown back in pure ecstasy. She felt the pressure building inside her, the familiar coil of pleasure tightening with every thrust.

“Come for me, baby,” Namjoon growled, his breath hot against her ear as he pounded into her. “I want to feel you come.”

It didn’t take much more. With one final thrust, YN’s body tensed, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. She screamed his name, her walls tightening around him as she came undone, her nails digging into his back.

“Fuck, YN,” Namjoon groaned, his pace faltering as he chased his own release. He thrust into her one more time before his own climax hit, his body trembling as he came deep inside her, filling her with his warmth.

For a moment, they stayed like that Namjoon still buried deep inside her, his hands resting on her hips, their breaths mingling in the stillness of the office. His cock was still hard, throbbing inside her, and the sensation made YN shiver.

"That was…" YN whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming. She glanced around the room, taking in the sight of the messy desk, the papers scattered on the floor, and the way her legs were still wrapped around him.

“Perfect,” Namjoon finished for her, his lips curling into a satisfied smile. He leaned down to kiss her, this time softer, more tender.

“Do you always make a mess like this when you work late?” YN teased, her fingers running through his hair as she smiled up at him.

Namjoon chuckled, his breath still heavy as he pulled out of her slowly, the sensation making them both groan. “Only when I have the right company.”

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