𝐌𝐫. 𝐊𝐢𝐦

25

Warning: mature & sexual content ahead.
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You wake up several hours later, just as the sun reaches its highest peak. The bed you're in is unfamiliar, and you spend a few moments figuring out where you are. Then, you remember, blushing when everything clicks into place.

Your gaze is drawn to the white sheets sprawled on one side of your naked breast, while your stomach is exposed to the chilly air. You bury yourself with the heavy material instinctively, groaning with embarrassment.

Slipping out of bed, you notice a shirt laid out on the cabin's floor. You take it and hold it out in front of you. On your frame, it would be long enough to be a dress. You pull it over your head, pleased with how comfortable it feels before padding to the main deck.

The man who has been on your mind since you awoke is nowhere to be found, so when you exit the room, you are met with the top of Namjoon's head as the rest of his face is buried in some book. When he notices you, the smooth baritone of his voice fills the open space. "Morning. Did you sleep well?"

You nod. "Does your body hurt?" He questions further as he puts his book away and perches an elbow on the table.

"No," you lie, not wanting to feed his ego. Namjoon tongues his cheek knowing how sore you must feel after a few rounds last night and this morning.

"Come eat with me," he says. The mouth-watering breakfast in front of you isn't what makes you almost drool, but the sight of Namjoon's naked torso. You want to ask him where the hell his shirt is, but you're wearing it over your panties so you just keep quiet. The lack of a bra is the least of your concern.

You expected to be back on land when you awoke. You didn't expect to find yourself alone on a yacht with Namjoon. If you had, you could have prepared a little more than just yourself. You don't have any clothes, so you expect to be back as soon as possible.

Running a hand over your eyes, it was your turn to ask, "Why didn't you wake me?"

He swallows the piece of bacon in his mouth. "You slept like a baby. I didn't want to wake you from your beauty sleep." He grins as the breeze sweeps his silky hair to the side of his face.

"Beauty sleep? I look like a truck ran me over five times." You softly laughed.

It wasn't necessarily a truck that ran you over, Namjoon thought childishly.

You didn't even want to know what you looked like right now, you don't have the guts to.

"Still beautiful in my eyes," Namjoon comments casually. "Plus, I like you better like this," he lowly muttered. His words make you feel warm inside. Namjoon took your makeup off last night when you were too tired to do it yourself, and he was far too good at it. He even included a rejuvenating face mask and massage step or two.

"Like what?"

Namjoon clicks his tongue.

"Simple. In my shirt. With your ass sticking out. No makeup. I could go on-"

You raise a brow, ignoring the moisture building up between your legs. It's inevitable when he says stuff like this. "So you like me less when I have makeup on?"

Namjoon shakes his head and downs a cup of what you assume is coffee. "No, baby. It's just convenient for me." He shrugs. You take a seat in front of him, and Namjoon glances at you before serving you a plate of blueberry muffins and a cup of black coffee.

"Convenient? How?"

"Because I can kiss you whenever I want," he smirks, tucking a strand of hair away from your face. You remember waking up in the middle of the night because Namjoon couldn't stop attacking your neck with soft pecks. And who were you to object? You returned the same enthusiasm with another mind-blowing orgasm the moment your eyes fluttered. It went on for quite some time before you finally put him to sleep.