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As Y/N knelt before him, Namjoon's heart raced, a primal urge coursing through him. He could feel the pressure building inside him, and the sight of his wife’s eager expression only intensified his desire. Her warm breath against him sent shivers down his spine, each exhale igniting a fire within him that was impossible to contain.

“Y/N,” he growled, the sound low and filled with need. The way she looked up at him with those sultry eyes was enough to drive him wild. His hands found their way to her hair, gently tugging to guide her closer, yet he was also careful to give her control.

As she leaned in and pressed her soft lips against the tip of him, a surge of pleasure coursed through his body. Namjoon could barely hold back a groan as she took him into her mouth, swirling her tongue expertly. Each movement sent waves of ecstasy through him, and he felt himself grow harder, the urgency rising.

“God, yes,” he whispered, his voice thick with lust. He could feel his composure slipping away as she started to pick up her pace, the warmth of her mouth enveloping him completely. He thrust his hips slightly, craving deeper contact, craving more of her.

Y/N responded to his unspoken desires, taking him deeper and quickening her rhythm. Namjoon’s breath came in ragged gasps as he lost himself in the sensations. The world outside faded, and all that mattered was the pleasure building between them.

“Faster, baby,” he urged, his voice a low growl filled with desperation. The need coursing through him was almost unbearable, and he wanted to drown in the moment. Y/N picked up the pace even more, her head bobbing as she expertly worked him, each movement sending shockwaves of pleasure spiraling through him.

“Y/N,” he breathed, his eyes darkening with lust as he watched her, the sight sending him closer to the edge. “You’re incredible.”

Her response was a soft moan that vibrated around him, and that was the last shred of control he had left. The way she looked at him, so focused and determined, pushed him over the edge. He felt his body tense as he reached the peak, and with a powerful surge, he let go, lost in the wave of pleasure that engulfed him.

As Namjoon rode the waves of pleasure, his hands tightened in Y/N’s hair, instinctively guiding her while trying not to rush the exquisite moment. The world outside their bubble felt nonexistent, the only sounds being the soft, tantalizing movements of Y/N and the low, desperate sounds escaping Namjoon’s lips.

When the intense wave finally subsided, Y/N pulled away, her lips glistening and her cheeks flushed with satisfaction. She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and triumph. Namjoon’s heart swelled with affection and desire as he met her gaze.

“You always know how to take control,” he breathed, still panting from the intensity.

“I aim to please,” she replied coyly, rising from her knees to straddle his lap once more. The sensation of her body pressed against him reignited the fire within him, and he could feel his desire flaring back to life.

Namjoon wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. Their bodies fit together perfectly, and the warmth radiating between them was electric. He gazed into her eyes, seeing both passion and playfulness reflected there.

“Now it’s my turn to show you just how much I appreciate you,” he murmured, his voice low and sultry. With a swift motion, he stood up, lifting Y/N effortlessly into his arms. She squealed with delight, wrapping her legs around him as he carried her toward his desk.

He set her down gently, pushing aside papers and office supplies to clear a space, the urgency of their need overtaking the remnants of their work. With a determined glint in his eye, he lowered Y/N onto the polished surface of the desk, positioning himself between her legs.

“Are you ready?” he asked, his breath hot against her skin as he leaned in closer.

Y/N nodded eagerly, her excitement palpable. “Always,” she whispered, her voice thick with desire.

With that, Namjoon captured her lips in a fierce kiss, his hands exploring her body, caressing the soft curves that drove him wild. He leaned into her, their bodies pressed together, feeling the warmth radiating off her skin.

He trailed kisses down her neck, relishing the way she responded, each soft gasp fueling his hunger. Namjoon’s hands moved with purpose, slipping beneath the fabric of her dress to explore the soft skin beneath. He could feel her heart racing, matching his own, as he teased her with a mix of tenderness and urgency.

“Namjoon,” she gasped, arching her back in response to his touch, her fingers tangling in his hair. “Don’t stop.”

That was all the encouragement he needed. With a swift motion, he pushed her dress up, revealing the delicate lace of her panties. The sight ignited his desire further, and he leaned down, pressing kisses along her thighs, taking his time as he savored every inch of her.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, looking up at her. Y/N’s breath hitched, her body trembling with anticipation.

“Please,” she urged, her voice a whisper, filled with need.

Namjoon grinned, the playfulness returning as he slowly pulled her panties aside, teasing her with the promise of what was to come. He leaned in, his tongue flicking against her, eliciting a moan that echoed in the quiet office.

The sensations danced through her, and Y/N gripped the edge of the desk, her body responding instinctively to every flick and swirl of his tongue. Namjoon reveled in the taste of her, the way she writhed beneath him, completely lost in the pleasure he was giving her.

“More,” she breathed, urging him on. “I need more.”

He complied, his movements becoming more urgent, his focus solely on bringing her to the edge. The office was filled with the sounds of their shared pleasure, an intimate symphony that only they could hear. Each gasp, each moan, was a testament to their connection, to the way they fit together in every aspect of their lives.

Namjoon could feel the tension building within her, the way her body responded to his every move, and it fueled his desire. He was lost in the moment, completely enthralled by her. As he felt her body begin to tense, he intensified his efforts, determined to push her over the edge.

“Let go, Y/N,” he whispered against her skin, his voice low and commanding. “I’m right here with you.”

With one final, intense movement, he sent her spiraling into ecstasy, her body shaking with pleasure as she cried out his name. Namjoon watched in awe, feeling a rush of pride and love as she came undone before him, completely lost in the moment.

As she rode the waves of pleasure, he kissed her thighs softly, letting her bask in the aftershocks, the world outside fading into nothingness. When she finally came down, he pulled back slightly, looking into her eyes filled with bliss and satisfaction.

“I love you,” he said, his voice soft yet filled with intensity.

“I love you too,” she replied, a radiant smile lighting up her face.

In that moment, they both knew that amidst the chaos of their lives, this was where they belonged—lost in each other, wrapped in a cocoon of passion and love.