Namjoon and YN's relationship was evolving. What had started as a purely physical connection was growing into something more, though neither was ready to admit it. They spent more time together, their hearts beginning to feel the stirrings of deeper emotions.

One evening,
Namjoon was hanging out with his friends at a bar. The usual banter and laughter filled the air as they talked about their lives and recent escapades.

"So, Namjoon," his friend Jimin began with a smirk, "who's that girl you've been spending so much time with? Is she your new fuck buddy?"

Namjoon's smile faded. "What do you mean?"

Jimin laughed. "Come on, man. You've been practically living with her. Are you done with her yet? Share her with us when you're finished."

The words hit Namjoon like a punch to the gut. His vision blurred with anger. He grabbed Jimin by the collar and shoved him against the wall. "She is not just some random fuck girl. She is..."

Jimin sneered, struggling to free himself. "She is what? A prostitute you're keeping for yourself?"

The anger boiled over. Namjoon threw a punch, connecting with Jimin's jaw. "You have no idea what you're talking about!"

A brawl ensued, Namjoon's friends trying to pull him off Jimin. It took several minutes to separate them, and Namjoon left the bar, his knuckles bruised and his mind in turmoil.

Namjoon drove home, his thoughts a whirlwind of anger and confusion. What was YN to him? Why did the thought of someone disrespecting her make him so furious?

Namjoon stormed into the apartment he shared with Yn. His face was contorted with anger, his fists clenched tightly at his sides.

He knew that Yn was so much more than that. She was fiercely independent, strong-willed, and fiercely loyal to those she cared about. And as much as he tried to deny it, Namjoon knew that he cared about her too.

He open the door and ound YN sitting on the couch, reading a book. She looked up and smiled, but her smile faded when she saw the look on his face.

"Namjoon, what happened?" she asked, concern etched in her features.

Without a word, Namjoon pulled Yn into his arms, kissing her fiercely. His anger melted away as he tasted her sweet lips, and he knew that he needed her right now.

"Namjoon, what's going on?" Yn asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I just need you," he replied, his hands roaming over her body. "I need to feel you, to be inside you."

Yn's breath hitched as he spoke, her body responding to his words even before he had a chance to touch her. She knew what he wanted, and she wanted it too.

YN :" What happened..."

He kissed her again, more desperate this time. "You're mine," he murmured against her lips. "Mine to fuck, mine to protect. I don't know about love, but I know I can't lose you."

Namjoon :" Bra off , hairs up fast.."

YN's heart pounded in her chest as she kissed him back, understanding the depth of his need.

Namjoon's fingers found the hem of Yn's shirt, pulling it over her head to reveal her perky breasts. He bent his head and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue.

"Yes, Namjoon," Yn moaned, her fingers threading through his hair. "Just like that."

He continued to worship her body, his hands and mouth exploring every inch of her. Yn's breath came in short, sharp gasps as he brought her to the brink of orgasm over and over again, never quite letting her fall over the edge.

Finally, Namjoon stood up and pulled off his own clothes, his cock standing at attention. Yn's eyes widened as she took in his size, but she didn't hesitate. She wanted him, all of him.

Namjoon positioned himself at Yn's entrance, his cock poised to enter her. But instead of thrusting inside her, he paused, looking into her eyes.

"I don't know about loving you, Yn," he said, his voice gruff. "But I want you. I need you."

Yn nodded, understanding. This was just lust, pure and simple. And she wanted it just as much as he did.

Namjoon thrust inside her, filling her completely. Yn cried out, her nails digging into his back as he began to move.

Their lustmaking was wild and fierce, their bodies slapping together as they chased their release. Namjoon's hands gripped Yn's hips as he pounded into her, his cock hitting her G-spot with every thrust.

"Yes, Namjoon, harder!" Yn begged, her voice hoarse. "Don't stop!"

Namjoon was beyond the point of no return, his balls tightening as he felt his orgasm building.

"I'm gonna cum, Yn," he grunted, his thrusts becoming erratic.

"Cum inside me, Namjoon," Yn moaned, her own orgasm crashing over her.

With a final, powerful thrust, Namjoon came inside her, filling her with his seed. They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies slick with sweat and their breaths coming in ragged gasps.

As they lay there, panting and spent, Namjoon couldn't help but think about what he had just done. He had used Yn, pure and simple. And he knew that he would do it again, as long as she was willing.

But for now, he was content to just lay there, his body still entwined with hers. He just needed to feel her, to be inside her. And for now, that was enough, but he was still confused.

YN turned to Namjoon, her fingers tracing the outline of his jaw. "Were you angry, Namjoon? The way we did it was...different. Wild. But I liked it."

Namjoon moved closer, cupping her face in his hands. "You're mine, YN. Mine to protect, mine to fuck, mine to...whatever this is."

YN's eyes softened. " I may not know what this is either, but I know I don't want to lose it."

Namjoon kissed her again, this time slower, more tenderly. "We'll figure it out together," he whispered.

They fell asleep in each other's arms, their hearts still pounding with the intensity of their connection. Though they hadn't admitted it to themselves yet, they were beginning to understand that what they had was more than just physical. It was something deeper, something that scared them both, but also gave them hope.

And so, the night ended with them wrapped in each other's embrace, their bond growing stronger with every passing moment.

( To be continued )