𝐌𝐫. 𝐊𝐢𝐦

24

Warning: mature & sexual content ahead.
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"You're so beautiful." He whispered before he bent down and gently kissed your lips. Your eyes instantly shut as you relish in the feeling of his full pillowy lips against your own. Just as you were about to pull away, you felt his hand glide down your neck, bringing your lips closer.

The kiss is gentle, charismatic at first, but this simple gesture had turned into a fiery pit of passion in fleeting seconds.

"Love..." Namjoon breathed as you both finally pulled away, foreheads touching. "Are you sure?" He slightly slurred, even with no alcohol in his system. Tonight, he made sure you were both sober to be in your right mind.

"I'm more than sure." You reassure, as your hand cupped his cheek softly. "I want this with you, Joon."

"You do?"

"I do."

"How much?" He flashes the same cheeky smile he had on while he carried you to one of the rooms in the lower deck as you kept your excitement inside. You were sure you were ready enough for anything. Your lace panties are an indication of that. And if Namjoon moved his hand a little lower down your abdomen, he'd be able to tell.

Maybe it's the enclosed atmosphere inside the cabin and the idea that no one will even bother to disturb your moment together - being in the middle of the sea - or the way Namjoon looks at you with so much fondness, but you don't know what goes through your mind when you find yourself eye to eye with Namjoon's hip bone.

Oh fuck.

Namjoon's mouth parts with so much shock that you start to panic. You are forced to crane your neck to see him with his lustful gaze already set on you. He can't help the feeling in his body or the way his blood rushes down to his cock. It hurts so bad, but the sight of you on your knees, eager to match his own, takes away all the pain.

His hair is slightly ruffled back and you get to see the rare sight of his forehead. It glistens with uncertainty and nerves. Of course, this isn't his first time getting head. However, the image before him seems unreal, and he doesn't know whether he should be jumping with joy. You look so fucking good. Scrumptious and inviting as your arms relax to the side.

This reminds him of when he had dreamt of you. Lewd and dirty, kneeled before him with your pretty lips around his co—

"Do you want this?" You asked after a brief silence, jolting him out of his trance. You just want to make sure he wants this too.

Namjoon licks his lips, one of his hands coming to the side of your face. The silver bracelet around his wrist brushes up against your cheek, causing your body to ease up a bit. His arms are on full display for you, and you swear you've never seen such beautiful arms before. They reminded you of canvasses, clean and ready to be tainted with a bit of effort.

"Y/N..." He whispers your name like no other previous boyfriend ever has. "You don't have to do this," he informs you. But his eyes tell a different story. He can't hide anything from you.

"I wouldn't be on my knees, kneeling in front of a man if I didn't want this." You comment smartly, gaining confidence to ride your hands up his muscular thighs. You take this chance to feel them as they contract under your touch with just a light squeeze. Namjoon can't take his eyes off you. The sight is too much for him. The way you're sat on your thick thighs and your average size breast pressed against one another- is all too much for him.

You're so fucking sexy. Everything about you. Your fucking mind, and how you can go from being the softest-spoken person in the room to becoming hot-headed in a matter of seconds. He can never get in your head like how you do to him, that's what turns him on.