Chapter 26: Kitchen sex

The early morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the bedroom. Namjoon lay pressed against YN, their bodies intertwined as they remained connected. YN's request for him to stay inside her echoed in his mind, and he complied, his body still pulsing against hers. His head rested gently between her stomach and abdomen, his warm breath tickling her skin. His hands were on her thighs, caressing them softly, easing the soreness that lingered from their intense night together.

YN moaned softly, her body responding to the slightest movement as Namjoon’s semi-hard length twitched inside her. She let out a shaky breath, her hands massaging his hair, fingers combing through his thick locks, while her other hand caressed his broad shoulders.

“You’re so...perfect,” she whispered, her voice filled with both awe and exhaustion. She marvelled at the contrast between his strong, muscular body and the gentleness with which he touched her.

Namjoon chuckled softly, the vibrations from his laughter sending ripples of pleasure through her. She felt his body relax further, his weight comforting but never overwhelming. He stayed where she wanted him, and she relished the moment. There was no need to ask about his past or how many women had experienced what she was now. YN already knew, but none of that mattered. What mattered was this right now.

With one final contented sigh, Namjoon shifted slightly, his body slowly withdrawing from hers. The tenderness in the air wrapped around them as they embraced, cherishing the closeness.

YN stood in the kitchen, the smell of breakfast filling the small space. Namjoon’s oversized T-shirt clung to her naked body, the soft fabric brushing against her skin as she moved around, stirring and prepping food. Her mind wandered back to the morning, her body still humming from the pleasure of the night.

Namjoon appeared behind her, his bare chest on display, a towel lazily wrapped around his waist. The muscles of his abdomen flexed as he moved closer, drawn by the scent of breakfast. His eyes locked onto YN, who was focused on cooking, her bare legs peeking out from under his shirt.

Without a word, he stepped closer, his arms snaking around her waist as he pressed his body against hers, his chin resting on her shoulder. YN gasped softly as she felt the warmth of his chest against her back, but that wasn’t all. She could feel the familiar pressure of his thick length pressing against her ass through the towel.

“Smells good,” he whispered in her ear, his voice low and teasing. “But I think I want something else.”

YN's breath hitched as Namjoon nibbled on her ear, his lips grazing her skin as he kissed and bit softly. His tongue flicked out, tracing the curve of her ear, sending shivers down her spine. She turned off the stove, her body already responding to his touch, her mind spinning from the intensity of the moment.

“Namjoon...” she began, but her voice was cut off as he spun her around, lifting her effortlessly onto the kitchen table. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer as he stared into her eyes with that same hunger she had seen before.

Without another word, his lips crashed against hers, the kiss desperate, needy, and full of passion. YN responded with equal fervour, her tongue sliding into his mouth, tasting him, matching his pace. It wasn’t the shy, tentative kiss of before this was different. This was raw, wild, and completely uninhibited.

Namjoon groaned against her mouth, the sound sending shockwaves through her. She could feel how hard he was as he pressed his body against hers, his desire evident in every movement.

“See how hard I am?” Namjoon whispered against her lips, his voice dripping with lust. “Fuck, I need to fuck you right now.”

YN gasped, her body on fire as his words fueled the growing heat between them. Namjoon’s towel dropped to the floor, his length standing fully erect, the sight of him causing her to blush. He was magnificent, his body a perfect combination of strength and desire.

“I’ll show you the fun of kitchen sex,” he growled, his hands gripping her hips as he positioned himself.

But before anything more could happen, the moment was left hanging, leaving the promise of what was to come lingering in the air.

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