Desk Affair✓

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Chapter 8: Secret Thrills

Namjoon and YN had crossed the line long ago, and now, their encounters were frequent, intense, and secretive. The memory of their first time together still lingered in the back of their minds a passionate whirlwind on his office desk. It had been raw, overwhelming, but now, they both knew each other’s bodies, knew the rhythm and pace that worked. Tonight wasn’t about discovering each other; it was about indulging in what they had built.

It was another late night at the office. YN was sitting at her desk, her mind wandering, replaying their previous nights together. She could still feel the remnants of his touch, the way his hands gripped her hips, and how his voice growled her name when he lost control. The attraction between them wasn’t just physical anymore; it had grown into something deeper an undeniable need for each other that only they could satisfy.

She tried to focus on the report in front of her, but the tension was already building. She knew he was still here, working late in his office. The thought of him alone, just a few steps away, made her pulse race. She wondered if he was thinking about her too, about the way her body felt beneath his touch.

As if on cue, her phone buzzed on the desk. It was a message from Namjoon.

Namjoon: I need to see you. Now.

Her heart skipped a beat, a familiar rush of excitement running through her veins. Without hesitation, YN stood up, adjusting her skirt before making her way down the hall. She entered his office, quietly closing the door behind her.

Namjoon stood by the window, his back to her. His broad shoulders and tall frame looked even more imposing under the soft glow of the city lights outside. He turned slowly, his eyes dark and intense, the tension between them palpable. He didn’t say a word he didn’t need to. The look in his eyes was enough.

She walked towards him, her body already reacting to his presence, feeling the pull that had become all too familiar. As she reached him, Namjoon grabbed her waist and pulled her flush against him, his lips crashing into hers without warning. The kiss was hot, needy, and full of the desire they had been keeping at bay all day. There was no hesitation, no second-guessing just a raw need to be close to each other.

“I’ve been waiting all day for this,” Namjoon whispered against her lips, his voice low and rough. His hands moved up her body, his fingers grazing the sides of her breasts before sliding down to her hips.

“You’re insatiable,” YN teased, her fingers already working at the buttons of his shirt, eager to feel the warmth of his skin against hers.

He smirked, his hands moving down to cup her ass. “Can’t help it when you’re around.”

The memory of their first time together flashed through YN’s mind the way he had taken her on this very desk. She could still remember the feel of his body against hers, the way he made her feel completely alive. But tonight wasn’t about reliving that moment. It was about pushing boundaries, about indulging in the desire that only seemed to grow stronger between them.

Namjoon’s hands slipped under her skirt, his fingers tracing the edges of her panties before tugging them down. YN let out a soft moan as he lifted her onto his desk, her legs wrapping around his waist instinctively.

“This desk has seen a lot of us,” Namjoon murmured against her neck, his lips grazing her skin as his hands roamed over her thighs.

“I’m starting to think it’s our spot,” YN teased, her fingers sliding through his hair, tugging gently.

Namjoon chuckled, his breath hot against her ear. “Good thing the doors are soundproof.”

YN bit her lip, a thrill running through her at his words. Namjoon’s hands gripped her hips, positioning her at the edge of the desk. The thick tension hung between them, but this time, there was no hesitation. They both knew what was coming, and the anticipation made it even more exciting.

He unzipped his pants, his arousal already evident. YN felt a surge of heat run through her as he positioned himself between her legs. He slid into her slowly, but there was no hesitation this time, just the familiar stretch that made her gasp.

“Fuck, you’re still so tight,” Namjoon groaned, his voice strained as he thrust into her deeper. His hands gripped her hips tightly, anchoring her to him.

“You feel so good,” YN breathed out, her hands gripping the edge of the desk as he began to move inside her, his pace steady and deliberate. Her body responded to every movement, every thrust, their connection deeper than just physical now.

Namjoon’s grip tightened on her waist, pulling her closer as he picked up the pace. His thick thighs pressed against her as he pushed deeper, each thrust more powerful than the last. The desk creaked beneath them, adding to the intensity of their moment.

YN moaned, her head falling back as pleasure built inside her. “God, Namjoon…”

“Do you like that?” he whispered, his voice dark and teasing as he quickened his movements.

“Yes…don’t stop,” she gasped, her body trembling as she felt herself edging closer to her climax. The thrill of being caught, of the secrecy they held, only heightened the experience.

Namjoon’s fingers dug into her skin, pulling her tighter against him as he thrust harder, his pace relentless. “You’re mine, YN,” he growled. “I want to hear you scream my name.”

Her body responded instantly, her back arching off the desk as she moaned loudly. “Namjoon!”

Her release hit her hard, waves of pleasure crashing over her as she tightened around him. Namjoon groaned, his movements becoming more frantic as he chased his own release. With one final thrust, he let out a deep moan, spilling into her as his body trembled with the intensity of it.

For a moment, they stayed like that, their bodies still connected, their breathing heavy as they came down from the high. Namjoon gently brushed a strand of hair from YN’s face, his lips brushing against her forehead in a tender gesture.

“You always manage to leave me breathless,” YN whispered, her fingers tracing the outline of his jaw.

Namjoon smirked, his eyes dark and filled with satisfaction. “I’m not done with you yet.”

YN smiled knowingly, her body already aching for more. This was their secret, their unspoken connection that no one else could understand. It wasn’t just lust it was something much deeper, something that made them crave each other in a way neither of them could explain.

And as the night continued, they both knew this was far from over.

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