Chapter 12: The Real Game Begins

Namjoon could feel the tension in the air, thick and heavy, as he parked the car in a secluded spot. This was it the moment they had both been dancing around for far too long. His heart pounded in his chest as he glanced over at YN, who was looking at him with a mix of desire and determination. The teasing, the playful banter it was all behind them now. What they wanted was clear, and neither of them was going to hold back anymore.

Without a word, Namjoon reached over and pulled YN into his lap, his large hands gripping her hips as she straddled him. Her breath hitched as she felt the hard length of him pressing against her, the heat between them igniting into a full-blown fire.

“You’ve been driving me crazy, you know that?” Namjoon growled, his voice rough with need as his hands roamed over her curves, pulling her closer, tighter against him. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling the sweet scent of her skin before pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss to her throat.

YN moaned softly, her fingers threading through his hair as she arched her back, pushing her breasts against his chest. “You’re not the only one who’s been going crazy,” she whispered, her voice trembling with desire as she ground herself against him, feeling the friction that made them both shudder with need.

Namjoon couldn’t take it anymore. He moved his hands to her blouse, roughly unbuttoning it, not caring as a few buttons popped off in his haste. His eyes darkened as he took in the sight of her lace-covered breasts, the way they heaved with every ragged breath she took. “I need you, YN. Right now.”

His words sent a shiver down her spine, and she quickly unhooked her bra, letting it fall away to reveal her bare chest. Namjoon’s hands were on her immediately, his thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. The way he touched her, with a mix of reverence and desperation, made her feel like she was going to come apart right then and there.

But she wanted more. She needed more.

“Then take me, Namjoon,” she urged, her voice breathless as she reached down between them, unbuckling his belt with trembling hands. She could feel how badly he wanted her, how hard he was, and it only made her want him more. She tugged his pants down just enough to free him, her eyes widening at the sight of him, thick and ready for her.

Namjoon let out a low growl as she wrapped her hand around him, stroking him slowly, teasingly. His head fell back against the seat, a groan escaping his lips as he fought to keep control. But when she positioned herself over him, the tip of him brushing against her entrance, all his control snapped.

“YN,” he breathed out, his voice a mixture of a warning and a plea.

She didn’t need to hear any more. With a swift, decisive motion, she sank down onto him, taking him in fully, the sensation making them both gasp. For a moment, they stayed still, savoring the feeling of being connected like this, of finally giving in to what they both craved so desperately.

Then Namjoon moved, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust up into her, setting a punishing pace that had them both panting, gasping for air. YN matched his rhythm, riding him with abandon, her hands gripping his shoulders as she lost herself in the pleasure, in the feeling of him stretching and filling her so perfectly.

The car windows fogged up as they moved together, their bodies slick with sweat, their moans and cries filling the small space. There was no more teasing, no more holding back just raw, unbridled passion as they chased their release together.

Namjoon couldn’t get enough of her, the way she felt around him, the way her body responded to every thrust, every touch. He could feel her tightening around him, could hear her breathless cries as she neared her climax, and it drove him wild. He wanted to see her fall apart, to watch her come undone in his arms.

“Come for me, YN,” he growled, his voice rough as he thrust harder, deeper, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing it in tight circles. “I want to feel you.”

YN’s eyes squeezed shut, her body tensing as she teetered on the edge, the pleasure so intense it was almost unbearable. And then she was there, shattering around him with a cry, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over her, leaving her trembling in his arms.

The sight, the feel of her climax was enough to push Namjoon over the edge. With a low, guttural moan, he followed her into oblivion, his body tensing as he spilled into her, the pleasure washing over him in powerful, dizzying waves.

For a moment, they stayed like that, their bodies tangled together, their breaths coming in ragged gasps as they came down from the high. YN rested her forehead against his, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest as they both tried to catch their breath.

“That was…,” YN started, her voice trailing off as she searched for the right word.

“Intense,” Namjoon finished for her, his lips curving into a satisfied smile as he looked up at her. “But I’m not done with you yet, YN. Not by a long shot.”

YN’s breath hitched at the promise in his words, her body already stirring with renewed desire. She knew that whatever came next, it was going to be just as wild, just as intense as what they had just shared. And she couldn’t wait.

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