Desk Affair✓

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Chapter 34: Rediscovering Intimacy

Namjoon’s lips pressed against YN’s in an eager kiss, pouring every ounce of desire, need, and affection he had into the moment. His hand moved above her, gently pinning her wrists together and holding them above her head as he deepened the kiss. There was an urgency to his movements, a craving to feel every inch of her. And YN responded in kind, her lips parting under his, giving back just as much passion as he gave.

His other hand was restless, exploring her body. Namjoon’s fingers traced a slow path down her side, from her ribs to her hips, memorising the feel of her skin. His touch left a trail of heat in its wake, making YN’s breath catch in her throat. His lips, once locked with hers, began to travel downwards, kissing along her jawline, her neck, then down to her collarbones. Every kiss was soft but deliberate, each one filled with the unspoken emotions he couldn’t find words for.

As he was about to pull her shirt up, his fingers grazing the hem, YN reached out and gently stopped him. Namjoon immediately froze, his gaze searching hers for any sign of discomfort. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and he whispered softly against her skin, “Why did you stop me? Is there something wrong?”

YN hesitated, her chest rising and falling with rapid breaths as she tried to gather the words she had been avoiding for so long. She bit her lip, averting her gaze for a moment before finally looking back at him, her eyes filled with uncertainty. “Namjoon… it’s not that I don’t want to be intimate with you,” she began quietly, her voice tinged with vulnerability. “It’s just… my body isn’t the same as before.”

Namjoon’s confusion deepened. He tilted his head slightly, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face, his thumb tenderly grazing her cheek. “What do you mean? Your body is beautiful, YN.”

She let out a small sigh, the weight of her insecurities pressing down on her as she spoke. “No, it’s different now… After the baby… my breasts… they’re sagging a bit, and they’re so sensitive because of the lactation. My belly isn’t smooth anymore, it’s covered in stretch marks, and I have stitches from the delivery. My thighs, too… they’ve got fat now, they’re not like before.”

Her voice trailed off, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she admitted the things that had been haunting her since giving birth. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and unsure of how Namjoon would respond.

For a moment, he just looked at her, his expression unreadable. Then, with a softness that made her heart ache, he cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing over her skin gently. “YN…,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “Do you really think that changes how I feel about you?”

Her gaze dropped to the sheets, but Namjoon tilted her chin back up, forcing her to look at him. “I don’t love you because of how your body looks. I love you because of your heart, your strength, the way you care for our baby… I love every part of you, YN.”

His words sent a wave of emotion through her, her eyes stinging with unshed tears as she listened to him. “Being intimate with you isn’t about your body being perfect. It’s about us being connected, about sharing something deeper than just physical pleasure. Sex isn’t just fun or lust for me it’s about emotions, about loving you.”

Namjoon leaned in, pressing his forehead to hers, his voice a low murmur as he added, “And tonight, I promise you… you won’t feel insecure. I’ll show you just how beautiful you are.”

His words wrapped around her like a warm embrace, and she felt the tightness in her chest begin to ease. Her insecurities, though still there, felt smaller in the face of his love and reassurance.

Without breaking their gaze, Namjoon slowly began to move down her body, his lips following the curve of her neck, his hands gently parting her thighs. YN let out a soft gasp as he kissed her collarbone, then lower, down to her chest. His hands were steady, yet tender, as he continued to trail kisses down her body.

Namjoon paused for a moment, his lips hovering over the stretch marks on her belly. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with nothing but love and admiration. “These marks… they’re proof of how strong you are, YN. They’re beautiful, just like you.”

She could only nod, too overwhelmed by the tenderness in his voice to say anything.

His mouth dipped lower, kissing each stretch mark slowly, reverently. His lips moved with purpose, worshipping her body, making her feel cherished in a way she hadn’t thought possible.

Namjoon’s kisses travelled further down, tracing a path along her thighs, his hands gripping her hips gently as he went. Every kiss sent a shiver of pleasure up her spine, her body responding instinctively to his touch.

When his lips finally reached her inner thighs, YN couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped her. Namjoon smirked against her skin, his breath hot and teasing as he kissed closer and closer to her core. “You’re so beautiful, YN… every part of you.”

He spread her thighs wider, positioning himself between them as he kissed the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. His lips were soft, yet insistent, sending waves of heat through her body.

Namjoon’s breath was warm as he hovered above her most intimate spot, his eyes locked with hers as he whispered, “I’m going to show you heaven tonight.”

YN’s breath hitched, her body trembling in anticipation. She could feel the tension building, the warmth pooling in her lower abdomen as Namjoon leaned in, his tongue flicking out to taste her.

The sensation was overwhelming, her back arching off the bed as pleasure shot through her. Namjoon’s mouth was skilled, his tongue teasing her slowly at first, savouring every reaction she gave him. His hands gripped her thighs, keeping her in place as he explored her, his tongue dipping into her folds, circling her clit with deliberate slowness.

YN’s hands gripped the sheets, her head falling back as she moaned his name, her body lost in the sensation of his mouth on her. Every stroke of his tongue sent her higher, her nerves on fire as he continued to drive her closer to the edge.

“Namjoon… please…” she whimpered, her voice barely a whisper as her hips bucked against his mouth. The tension was building, her body aching for release, but Namjoon kept his pace steady, drawing out every moment, making her feel every bit of pleasure.

His tongue flicked over her clit one more time, and that was all it took. With a cry, YN came undone beneath him, her body trembling as waves of ecstasy crashed over her. Namjoon held her through it, his mouth still working her as she rode out her orgasm.

When the last of the tremors faded, Namjoon slowly kissed his way back up her body, his lips brushing against her belly, her breasts, her neck, until he was face to face with her again.

“You’re beautiful, YN,” he whispered against her lips, his voice soft but filled with sincerity. “Never doubt that.”

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