Namjoon and YN attended a wedding party for one of
Their mutual friends. The venue was beautifully decorated with flowers and lights, the air filled with laughter and music. They enjoyed the food together, savoring the delicious dishes before parting ways to mingle with their respective friends.

Namjoon found himself in a conversation with a pretty girl named Hana. They laughed and chatted animatedly, oblivious to YN's watchful eyes. From across the room, YN saw them and felt a twinge of jealousy.

She mumbled to herself,
"Who does she think she is, all giggly and flirty with him? What's with that dress, anyway? Trying too hard, much?"

She noticed one of her old male friends, Mark, standing nearby. An idea formed in her mind, and with a mischievous smirk, she walked over to him.

"Mark! It's been ages!" she exclaimed, hugging him tightly.

Mark grinned. "YN, it's so good to see you. How have you been?"

"Great, just great," she replied, making sure Namjoon saw her being touchy with Mark.

She ran her fingers down Mark's arm, laughing at his jokes, all while sneaking glances at Namjoon.

Namjoon's jaw tightened as he saw YN's antics. He gestured for her to move away from Mark, but she ignored him, her smirk growing wider. His blood boiled with jealousy.

"YN, can I talk to you for a second?" Namjoon called out, his voice strained.

"Busy right now," she replied, clinging to Mark even more. She loved seeing Namjoon's reaction.

The music started, and everyone was invited to dance. Namjoon took this opportunity to stride over to YN and drag her to a secluded corner. He caged her between his arms, his eyes blazing with intensity.

"What was that about? You're being bad nowadays," he growled.

YN crossed her arms, meeting his gaze with defiance.

"What about you? Flirting with that girl like you're single. Yesterday, you said I'm yours, YN.... And now what, huh?"

Without a word, Namjoon crashed his lips against hers, silencing her with a possessive kiss. He pulled back, smirking. "You are just mine."

A man passing by chuckled. "Take a room, lovebirds."

Namjoon and YN turned to him, both retorting simultaneously, "Lovebirds? The fuck? It's all about the ride...the lust."

They laughed together, but Namjoon's eyes held a promise. "Be ready for your punishment," he whispered.

YN teased back, "Nah, that guy is more interesting than you. Maybe I'll cry happily for him."

Namjoon's smirk deepened. "Is that so? Real men make your panties wet, not your eyes, sweetheart." With that, he lifted her onto his shoulder, carrying her through the crowd.

People turned to watch, murmuring among themselves, impressed by Namjoon's show of dominance. YN giggled, playfully swatting his back.
"Put me down, Namjoon!"

"Not a chance," he replied, carrying her out of the venue and into his car.

The drive home was filled with anticipation, both of them eager to claim each other.

As soon as they got inside, they attacked each other with hungry kisses. Clothes were discarded hastily, their hands exploring each other's bodies with familiar urgency. They stumbled to the bedroom, never breaking contact.

Namjoon pinned YN to the bed, kissing down her neck. "You're mine," he murmured against her skin.

YN arched her back, pulling him closer. "And you're mine," she whispered back.

Namjoon began to kiss Yn's neck, making his way down to her breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth and sucked, causing Yn to moan with pleasure. He switched to the other nipple, teasing it with his tongue.

Yn reached down and started to stroke Namjoon's cock through his pants. He was already rock hard and she could feel him throbbing with desire. She undid his pants and pulled out his cock, stroking it slowly as Namjoon continued to suck on her nipples.

Namjoon moved down Yn's body, kissing and licking her stomach and hips. He spread her legs apart and looked at her pussy, already wet with desire. He leaned in and started to lick her clit, causing Yn to moan even louder.

He slipped a finger inside of her pussy, feeling her wetness and warmth. He added another finger, fucking her with them as he continued to lick and suck her clit. Yn was moaning and writhing underneath him, close to orgasm.

"Soak me in your moonshine and fuck me in fire daddy " she begged .

Namjoon couldn't wait any longer and positioned his cock at Yn's entrance. He pushed inside of her, feeling her tightness and heat. He started to fuck her slowly, building up speed as Yn begged for more.

"Fuck me harder," Yn moaned. "I want to feel you deep inside of me."

Namjoon obliged, fucking Yn harder and faster. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside of her. They were both moaning and panting, close to orgasm.

"I'm going to cum," Namjoon said, his voice strained.

"Cum inside of me," Yn said, her own orgasm building.

Namjoon thrust a few more times and then stilled, cumming deep inside of Yn. She followed shortly after, her pussy clenching around Namjoon's cock as she came.

As the night gave way to dawn, they lay entangled, exhausted but satisfied. YN traced patterns on Namjoon's chest, smiling softly. "What a night."

Namjoon kissed the top of her head. "Yeah, what a night."

Despite their earlier jealousy and anger, they found solace in each other's arms. And though they wouldn't admit it yet, their bond was growing stronger, their hearts slowly opening to the possibility of love.

( To be continued )