You grasp at his T-shirt, your fingers clutching on it so tightly that you almost rip the fabric that has been straining against his chest. For a moment, you break apart from the kiss as he releases you, his hands bunching on his T-shirt before yanking it over his head. He quickly pulls you back to him when he is done, your chest melding together with his as his mouth finds yours again, your softer curves pressing and aligning against his firm muscles with only your shirt coming in the way.

He continues to back away while taking you back in his arms, his kisses becoming harder, deeper, dominating, until he stops with a grunt when his legs meet the working chair that he had left behind earlier to meet you at his door. Once again, you come apart from the kiss, and your eyes find his while you try to catch your breath, though it quickly stills when you see his dark desire swirling in his gaze.

He looks so tall and strong as he gazes down on you. His chest is moving rapidly with his shallow breaths just as yours is doing the same. You take this moment to admire him silently, running your gaze from his broad shoulders and his hard chest to his toned waist, down to the grey sweatpants that he is still wearing, its waistband hanging loose on his hips and his cock looking hard and stiff, pressing against the fabric from beneath. His lips are swollen after the long, intense kiss, while his eyes are hooded as he takes you in the same way you are doing it to him.

He is the epitome of sex and sin, and for some reason, the universe had decided that he is the perfect pair for you. And now your body is humming, calling for him, telling you to claim what you are entitled to.

Without a word, you answer the call, reaching out to him with shaking hands. His eyes flutter to close as you run your fingers gently across his hard jaw, your thumb finding his dimple that shows up as he swallows hard, embracing your touch while he keeps his hands settled on your hips, gentle and unmoving.

There is nothing but the sounds of your heartbeat and shallow breaths filling the silent room as you continue to run your fingers gently on his face, moving down to his neck and feeling his pulse, down to his collarbone, before stopping on his chest. You can feel his steady heartbeat jumping under your fingers as you touch him there, the sharp intake of his breath trembles under the tip of your touch as you move lower, and lower, before you give him a gentle push that sends him down onto his chair.

With his hands still on the curves of your hips, he pulls you along with him as he falls back, and you easily follow him, crawling onto his lap just as he leans back in his seat, never once looking away from you. As if he wants to memorise everything that you are doing and he refuses to miss any second of it.

For a short, silent moment, neither of you makes a move. You simply settle down on his lap with your hands on his shoulders, while he gazes up at you with his own hands holding you by the hips. The sparks in the air around you have quieted down a little and so have your thoughts. You have no idea what you are doing or where you are going with this, but you follow your instinct, listening more to your body than the rapid thoughts in your head. Then his grip on your body tightens, snapping you out of it, only for you to move forward and lean into him, slowly giving in to what your body has been telling you to do.

This time, you are the one to initiate the kiss, pressing your lips as you rearrange yourself on his lap so that you are straddling him. His hands grasp onto your ass, holding you tight against him and allowing you to feel every bit of him that is scorching hot and undeniably hard all over. His chest, his shoulders, his jaw that keeps brushing against you when he moves his kisses from your mouth to your cheeks, your chin, the nape of your neck, then back to your lips. The grey sweatpants that he is wearing serve as no real barrier between you while you are completely bare underneath your own shirt. And you can feel everything when he shifts, moving your body on top of him until you are pressing right against his bulge. You can feel its stiffness pressed against your hot center, and you shudder on top of him as a sharp, pulsing ache throbs through your body, only realising too late that you are the one who is slowly aligning yourself to him.

"What is happening to me?" you gasp against his lips as you pull away from his kiss, noticing that your body is moving on top of him, chasing every pulse of your need by rocking against him.

"It's the soulmate bond," Namjoon says while gritting his teeth. There is no doubt that he is struggling against it too, except that he doesn't seem to be fighting it as much as you do. Just like how he had claimed that he was no longer against it. "You can feel it, don't you? It's taking over us now because we have been giving it a chance to grow."

"I can't fight it. Why can't I fight it?" you whine softly as you slowly rock against him, while the urge to moan your pleasure is straining in your throat. Even when he is still covered, his cock feels so perfectly nestled right at your center, pressing against your pulsing need. "I-I need to—" Your words disappear in your gasp when the pleasure hits you right in your core when you rock back and forth, stopping just when you feel him pressing at the right spot. "I want to—"

His lips nip your chin, stopping the moment you release another gasp. "Maybe you shouldn't fight it. Maybe you should just give in," he whispers with his lips ghosting over yours. "Let it in. Let me in, baby. I know that deep down, you already know that this is so right."

You open your mouth to deny it, to stop it from happening and going further. But before you could say a word, your instinct takes over. Your body seems to have a mind of its own when your hips begin to move again, pushing and rolling against him, rocking harder on top of him and sending jolts of pleasure all the way to your toes. This time, your action draws a reaction from him, as Namjoon shudders under your palms and captures your bottom lip between his just as a low groan rumbles from deep within his chest.

He grabs your hips, guiding you to rock your body above him more steadily just when you are losing control, helping you grind your pulsing center against his covered shaft in the way that is sending you both to the peak of pleasure. His muscles flex as he moves you, pushing you up and pulling you down. Right underneath the measly fabric of his sweatpants, you can feel him growing even harder and rigid, his girth pressing back from under his pants, and you suddenly loathe its presence when you feel the need to have more. As if he is feeling the same way, Namjoon tugs your body lower and bucks his hips upward to meet your body, and your back arches when the rush of pleasure surges from your core when he finds the right spot.

"That's it, baby. Let it go. Chase what you need," he groans deeply while he continues to move his hips to return every motion you make, keeping his voice soft and low as he continues whispering to you, "It's okay, baby. Everything is going to be okay."

Then his hands begin to move, gripping harder at your bottom cheeks and your hips before he guides them up the curves of your body. His thumbs swiftly move under your shirt, finding your bare skin underneath as the hem of your shirt rises onto his wrists. He continues skimming his fingers on your skin for a while longer, sending a rush of heated blood to every part of your body that it could reach.

He continues until the tips of his fingers brush against the under curves of your breasts, and heat settles right on each peak, hardening the tips to the point that they are hurting under the soft fabric of your shirt even before his hands could find them. His fingers move in circular motions as he guides them upward while his lips are moving lower, settling on the column of your throat. The way his mouth and tongue move over your skin is almost enough to distract you from where his hands are slowly sliding up towards. Almost. Because the moment his fingers find your taut nipples, your body instantly jolts against him, the spark of electricity that he ignites through his touch drives your body to move against him, your hips rocking steadily faster on his lap, grinding your hot center along his covered hard-on with urgency as the pulsing need increases within you.

Your pleasure spirals inside you as you continue moving and your body sinks into him further, pressing harder to ease the intense pulsing raging in the depth of your core. Just then, Namjoon bends down, his mouth finds the covered nipple and latches on from over your shirt, while his fingers pinch on the other taut nipple, rolling the hardened flesh until your body jerks on top of him and the stifled sound of your pleasure finally escapes you.

The sound of your gasp makes him look up to find your face, and he halts every movement, taking his time to watch you closely. His body relaxes a little when you make no move to pull away, not even when he bends back down and latches his mouth fully on the peak of your breast. Another cry slips out of you when he begins to suck on your nipple through your shirt, causing the fabric to grow wet under his mouth, your skin hardening so easily simply because of how thin the shirt is and for choosing to go without a bra when you came into his room.

The pleasure that he brings to your body feels like nothing that you had ever felt before. It feels intoxicating and freeing at the same time. Your hands move and lace through his hair, pressing his head further into your chest instead of pulling him away as moans after breathless moans keep coming out of your lips while you embrace every blissful wave rushing through your body.

"Namjoon, I don't know if I can—" Your words fade into a deep, delightful moan when he bites gently down between his sucking, making your body writhe on his lap with the spasms of your climax coming and going. You continue grinding your pussy against his covered cock, leaving trails of your dampness all over him, and neither of you cares about the mess you are making when the pleasure takes control over everything else.

"Do you want to stop now, baby? I want to see you unravel for me. I want to make you feel good, to feel everything," he whispers as he pulls away, though his hands don't stop, still flickering and pinching at your nipples while they are hidden and buried underneath your shirt. You open your eyes to find him looking up at you, his eyes are dark with his sinful intent, yet he patiently slows down, wanting to make sure that you are the one to make the call. "You can tell me to stop if you don't want this. Just tell me when it gets too much."

The small voice in your head is telling you to stop this before it gets too far. Before it would be too late to stop. But that part of your mind is muddled, silenced in the back of your head while the one that is losing its will of control takes the frontline. Your hold on his shoulders tightens, and his body stills under your touch, as if he is fully prepared to have you pushing him away. But then you shift on top of him, aligning the source of your desire over the length of his hard-on, using your hold on his shoulders as a leverage to move, and you keep your hands there as you start rocking against him once more, pushing harder to light up the rush of pleasure until you cry out his name.

The sounds you are making seem to urge him on, and he captures your mouth once again. Your hand find its way to his hair, clutching on the strands at the back of his head as you press on into him, returning every brush of his lips with your own, every lick of his tongue with your softer ones, every hard thrust of his hips with your intense ones.

You can feel his body straining under your palms as he holds back the urge to take over control, still doing his best to stay true to his words and let you be the one to set the boundaries. But the sound of his groans, the fast pace of his heartbeat, and the way his entire body seems to grow tense and rigid beneath you are enough to show you his desire and need.

"—with me. Come chase it with me, Namjoon," you begin to beg him, pleading with him so that he can take control, and he instantly follows. His hips start moving faster, thrusting upward to meet each of your friction. Your eyes flutter close when the pleasure becomes too much, when you are pushed so close to the edge. In your head, his pants become non-existent, and you suddenly feel him deep inside you, thrusting right at the depth where your desire is hidden, hitting all the right spots. Lost in your pleasure, you don't notice the long fingers slipping between you, capturing your throbbing clit and touching the bundle of nerves in the same rhythm of his thrusts, pushing you further towards the edge.

Soon, your orgasm begins to form. It keeps building and rising, your muscles coiling with every grind, every thrust, every pulse that increases inside you, and you come to your release with a sharp cry at the same time he groans deeply beneath you with his own release.

Your release simply floods right out of you, joined by the dampness from his release that has soiled the entire front of his pants. You can feel it pressing against your skin once every movement comes to a halt and you begin to come down from your bliss to gain all of your senses back. With his head falling back, Namjoon curses under his breath. The urge to release an incredulous laugh rises from you when everything begins to sink in, yet the sound dies down in your mouth when he releases a content sigh and straightens back up, his gaze quickly finding yours as he opens his eyes.

It only takes one look into them to know that he is not done.

With a deep groan, Namjoon lifts you up swiftly with one arm wrapped around your waist, using the other hand to push his pants down. It takes a few kicks before the pants disappear and he settles you back down to his lap, drawing a gasp when his bare cock—still stiff and throbbing in his initial release and need—is nestled perfectly between your folds. The remaining pulses of your climax seem to blaze when his cock is pressing against them in the right way. Its delectable size and girth fit perfectly between your folds. Your chest feels hot when you realise that it only takes you one quick shift to have him sliding inside you, to have his cock buried between your pulsing walls, and your pussy clenches tightly in its need to make it happen.

The image draws out a soft gasp from you, enough to let Namjoon know where your mind is drifting towards, and his responding groan shows you that he is thinking of the same thing. And he is willing to give it to you if you would simply ask him to.

The hard grip that he has on your waist says as much without so much of a word.

While you are lost in his gaze and the delectable feeling of your throbbing pussy pressing against his cock, his grip tightens, grasping onto your shirt and he begins pulling it up your body. Within a blink of an eye, your shirt disappears, leaving you completely bare and exposed to him. His roaming gaze feels like an invisible touch as he looks down, finally getting a clear look at your bare breasts, both nipples still taut and hard after his previous work, and his eyes grow dark with a mix of hunger and pride.

Pride for knowing that your body has grown sensitive to his touch. Hunger for wanting to have more.

"Beautiful," he murmurs as he takes you in, stealing your breath away when his voice seems to reach deep within your chest.

Namjoon keeps his dark gaze on your face as he gently guides your arms around his neck. Then he does the same with your legs so you have them wrapped around his waist as he slowly eases to the edge of his seat. He rises from the chair just as his lips find yours again, lifting you up with him with your body pressed against his as he carries you all the way to his bed, your breasts are pressed tightly against his bare chest that you can feel the thrums of each of your heartbeat pacing in equal rhythms. His hands move to your waist as he bends over, laying you down gently on his bed before he can crawl on top of you. Leaning back, he keeps his eyes on you, watching you closely to read your expression and the look in your eyes, searching for any sign that you might want to run, just in time for your fear finally exposes itself, coming to the surface once the blinding bliss is slowly fading.

There is no doubt that he can see everything this way—the unshed tears, the uncertainty, and the way you are slowly breaking down even when you never wanted it to happen.

A slow smile comes to his face, calming you as he whispers, "It's okay. Just give in. I'll be here to hold you."

Closing your eyes briefly, you let his words sink in, filling your thoughts until a sense of peace and calmness takes over you. Right at the same time, you feel the soulmate bond snapping tightly in its place, though your mind soon only registers the flame burning deep inside you, your desire for him growing so strong that you can barely breathe. The moment you open your eyes again, the only thing you can focus on is the sound of his voice, the soft thrums of your heartbeat that steadies the moment you exhale a long sigh, and the way his skin feels so warm under your palms when you pull him down to another long, deep searing kiss.