As Namjoon held Hana on his lap, the playful atmosphere between them shifted into something more intimate. They had both been feeling the lingering warmth of their recent connection, and as he slid his fingers into her, a soft gasp escaped her lips. His touch was both teasing and deliberate, igniting a spark that sent shivers down her spine.

Hana felt her body respond to him instinctively, the warmth pooling low in her belly as he worked his fingers with a tantalizing slowness. The world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them in that moment, lost in the haze of pleasure. Namjoon’s fingers moved expertly, a rhythm that matched the quickening beat of her heart.

He smirked slightly, his eyes glancing down at his phone as he typed out quick replies to the boys in their group chat, the banter filling the room with an underlying sense of camaraderie. It was a strange mix of the mundane and the erotic, and Hana couldn't help but let out a soft moan as he curled his fingers just right, eliciting a wave of pleasure that made her lean against him.

“Namjoon,” she breathed, her voice breathless as he continued to tease her. His fingers moved with a purpose, each stroke sending ripples of sensation through her. He glanced up from his phone, a devilish glint in his eyes that made her heart race.

“Admit it,” he said, his voice low and filled with authority. “Who do you belong to?”

Hana felt her cheeks flush at his words, the possessive tone sending another wave of heat coursing through her. “I... I belong to you,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper, but the sincerity in her words was unmistakable.

Namjoon’s lips curled into a satisfied smile as he resumed his focus on his phone. “Louder,” he commanded playfully, his fingers still working their magic as he glanced back down at the screen.

“I belong to you!” Hana said, a little louder this time, her breath hitching as he increased the intensity of his movements, curling his fingers deeper inside her.

“Good girl,” he replied, his tone both teasing and approving. He returned to his texts, a smirk playing on his lips as he kept up his teasing motions, his fingers dancing in and out of her warmth. The dichotomy of his casual conversation with the boys and the intimate act they were sharing only heightened the tension between them.

“Who do you want, Hana?” he asked, his focus still partially on the phone. “Who do you want to please?”

“You,” she gasped, the words tumbling out of her mouth as his fingers found a particularly sensitive spot inside her. “I want to please you, Namjoon. Always you.”

He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against her skin, sending shivers of delight coursing through her. “And what if I told you that pleasing me means admitting just how much you want me?”

Hana bit her lip, caught in a whirlwind of sensations. “I want you,” she confessed, each word punctuated by a moan as he continued to work her body, pulling her closer to the edge. “I want you more than anything.”

“That’s right,” Namjoon murmured, his gaze piercing into her as he locked eyes with her for a brief moment, that smirk still playing on his lips. “And you know what else?”

“What?” Hana breathed, barely able to form coherent sentences as the pleasure built inside her.

“You need to show me how much you want me,” he said, a teasing lilt in his voice. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

The heat in her cheeks deepened as she processed his words. She was used to being coy with him, but now she felt a boldness surge through her. “I want you to take me,” she breathed, her voice steady despite the excitement coursing through her. “I want you to make me yours.”

Namjoon’s expression shifted, a flicker of surprise followed by a darkening of his gaze that sent a thrill down her spine. “You’re feeling brave today,” he noted, his fingers slowing to a teasing halt as he waited for her to catch her breath.

“Just for you,” she replied, feeling a rush of confidence wash over her. “I want to show you just how much I belong to you.”

With a growl of approval, Namjoon put his phone aside, focusing entirely on her. “Then let’s see just how well you can please me, shall we?”

His fingers resumed their rhythm, driving her higher and higher, each motion intentional and slow, as if he were savoring every moment. Hana moaned again, feeling the tension coiling tightly within her, her body responding to him with an urgency that left her breathless.

“Do you want to come for me?” he asked, his voice low and sultry as he watched her closely, his eyes dark with desire.

“Yes,” she gasped, biting her lip to suppress the sounds bubbling in her throat. “Please, Namjoon. I need it. I need you.”

“Then tell me how much you want it,” he challenged, his fingers picking up speed, sending waves of ecstasy crashing over her.

“I want it so badly,” Hana confessed, her words tumbling out in a rush. “I want to feel you, to come for you. Please, Namjoon...”

“Good,” he murmured, his gaze fixed on her, unwavering and filled with intensity. “Let go for me, Hana. I want to see you lose yourself.”

With his encouragement, she felt the tension building to an unbearable peak. She could feel the heat radiating through her body, her breath coming in quick gasps as she teetered on the edge. Namjoon’s fingers worked her expertly, coaxing her closer and closer to that tantalizing release.

“Just a little more,” he urged, his voice soothing yet commanding. “You can do it. Show me how much you want it.”

With his words pushing her over the edge, Hana surrendered to the sensations coursing through her. She let out a cry, the world around her fading away as pleasure washed over her in waves, leaving her breathless and shaking in Namjoon’s arms.

“Just like that,” he whispered, holding her close as she rode out the waves of ecstasy, his fingers never faltering as they helped her through her release. “You’re so perfect, Hana. So perfect for me.”

As her body began to settle, she sank against him, feeling his warmth enveloping her, a satisfied smile gracing her lips. “I belong to you,” she murmured, her heart full as she nestled into his embrace.

“Yes, you do,” Namjoon replied, his voice rich with affection as he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head. “And I’ll always make sure you remember that.”