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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.

When you've finally reached the front of his crotch, you knowingly look up at him through your lashes. "You'd better make a decision. I'm a little sleepy," you say without meaning. It's bullshit. He knows that. You don't think you'll be able to sleep anytime soon, and you doubt Namjoon will let you.

"Fuck, okay."

With his teeth pulled between his lips, Namjoon nudges your hands and you don't wait for another second to pull the zipper of his slacks down. It pools right down your feet. You're too focused on the task in front of you that you don't even notice Namjoon reaching for his shirt and throwing it off his head and flinging it somewhere in the room.

On your knees, you can slightly feel the vibrations from the boat's engine and the swaying. You don't put too much thought into what the outside looks like right now- being in the ocean and all.

It doesn't take that long for you to hear Namjoon's guttural moans and lack of air. Your eyes are closed but your ears and tongue are working hard to cover the loss of the other senses. A low groan escapes you when you feel a tug on your hair, and your movements automatically fasten.

"Fuck, that's so...good." Namjoon sighs with satisfaction. He knows he won't last long with the way your cheeks hollow around him as you suck him dry, sending unexplainable sensations through his stomach. His naked torso feels even hotter.

A scowl forms your lips once you see him with shut eyes. You groan around him, begging for attention. "Look at me," you demanded. The crease on his forehead and the way his brows are pulled together encourages you to keep going. You pull him out of your mouth and he gasps at the loss of touch.

"Ugh...What are you d-"

Taking your right hand, you look up at him through damp lashes and do the one thing you've never even thought of doing with past lovers.

"Shit," Namjoon hisses at the sight of you spitting in your palms. You bite back a satisfied smirk, quickly getting back to your main agenda and wrapping your hands around his swollen tip. It's red and veiny, and oozing with a white, buttery-like substance. It's ironic. The taste is quite salty, if not - better.

It's not at all what you've seen before. It's bigger. Prettier if that's even possible.

You can tell he takes care of himself, has a daily routine he probably never misses. Who knows. It's not completely bare, there's a natural trail of hair going down his v-line. You're allergic to hair but this is just temporary discomfort you feel. You'll get over it soon.

Your movements are less calculated, timed, and rhythmic. It gets sloppier by the second, needier, and rushed. You want him to reach his end because you have yourself to take care of. With the wetness sticking to your legs, you almost think you've come in your panties without your knowledge.

"That's it," he rasps, lips pulled between his teeth. "Right there."

You bob your head faster, nose brushing against his pelvic bone. Namjoon curses under his breath and doesn't really give a fuck about being too vocal about his wants. This time, he lets go of your hair and watches it fall down your waist. He's frustrated, you're still in your clothes. If you were to walk out of here, anyone would think nothing of it.

And that's not what he wants.

He wants you to walk out of here fucked out. Knees buckling, hair nestled, and gone through the depths of the bed sheets. He wants the fullness of his lips on your skin, bruised and bloodied. He wants you to walk out of here like they do on runways with his marks - show the world how good he makes you feel.

"I'm so... close," he grunts and although he no longer has your hair up in a bunch, it doesn't stop him from thrusting his hips. His self-restraint oddly turns you on. With his hands clasped behind him, he jerks forward. Backward. Circle. Loop. Push. Pull. It's a perfect rhythm and you follow it without protest.

"Shit. . . Just like that, baby."

He's letting you take control of your mouth. You're a big girl, he knows you can deliver without fail. "Good. Good. That's it, love." He praises. Indeed, you never fail to amaze him.

The only sounds coming from you are labored breaths, hums and whines, and saliva passing and entering your mouth. The sound is so clear that it's all you can hear in the cabin. Skin slapping, colliding against each other. But it's when you wrap your tongue around his tip and glide it up and down that sends him over the edge.

Namjoon trembles, the muscles of his thighs clenching. "Uh-"

Tasting, hearing, and feeling his body quiver under your touch, is another type of achievement. You pat yourself in the back with his cock still in your throat. You hum and lick his cum dry before swirling your lips around his softening shaft.

"Fuck, Y/N," he lets out an airy husk. "What the fuck was that?" Namjoon relaxes, wiping on the sweat that had formed on the side of his face with his bicep.

"Mhm..."

He chuckles lowly, dropping his gaze on you. You've milked him dry but his cock is still sitting prettily in your mouth. What a perfect combination, he thinks.

"That was amazing," he mumbles and pulls your hands to flatten them on his abs. If anyone would've walked in right now, it would look like you were preaching. "You're fucking amazing," he adds.

You groan before finally taking him out of your mouth. Namjoon hisses at the loss of heat. Nonetheless, he reaches on the side of your mouth and wipes what's left of his cum. You take his thumb and suck it off.

You giggle when something hard catches your eyes. Again.

"Round 2?" You offer, to which he shrugs and eventually pulls you up from the floor. Namjoon is already dressed in his black Balenciaga boxers. You can't help but lick your lips at the sight of him topless. He's not overly muscular, but his shoulders are impressive. It's bulky and toned to the touch. You shamelessly trail your fingers down the dents of his muscles.

"No more for me," he softly tells you.

You almost frown, but you don't let your desperation show. "Did you not like it?" You sound breathless, afraid to hear the answer. "God, it's been a long time since I-"

As if he senses your doubt, Namjoon quickly interrupts, "No, you were perfect." He's telling the truth. Perhaps it was the most satisfying blowjob he's ever received.

He would have you every second, minute, and hour if he could. Things he'd do to you in his office, bedroom, bathroom, and gym— fuck, the things he'd do to you in his home gym. Would have you bent over his bench press or take you right in front of the mirrors, full body, and an endless view of the horizon stretching his backyard. The thought of it gets him hard all over again. It would just be paradise with you, no matter where you both are.

"Then what's wrong?" You ask, hands glued to his arms like bumblebees feeding on a petal. Namjoon's all muscles, though.

"It's your turn," is the only thing that comes out of his mouth as he bends down and wraps his arms around the back of your thighs. Your cheeks flush, suddenly conscious of your weight. You're not insecure. However, you can't help but compare yourself to his past girlfriends. You've seen most of them during your time, and each and every one of them looked good next to him.

And the next thing that comes out of your mouth surprises you both. "Why me?" Your voice cracks unexpectedly.

Namjoon stops at the foot of the bed, one of his hands gripping your thighs and the other squeezing your buttocks. "What?" He's not sure if he heard correctly.

You try to escape from his hold, already feeling regret. "It's nothing. Nevermi-"

"No, finish what you were going to say."

"Namjoon, it's nothing."

"Y/N," he states, firmly this time.

You sighed, draping your arms around his neck. "I was just thinking..."

"About?" He asks as his fingers skim to your lower back.

"About your past girlfriends."

You hear him scoff as soon as the words leave you, "Well that's a bit unfair, don't you think?" He chuckles, the tone of his voice a bit deeper than before. "I didn't even get to meet your little boyfriends."

You pull back, offering him a soft kiss against his jaw. "There's nothing to be concerned about," you tell him. "None of them were important enough to meet you."

Namjoon pulls you back by the waist. "Exactly. You shouldn't stress yourself out because of who I've been with in the past," Namjoon mutters. "I'm here with you right, aren't I? That says a lot. So, please, don't start doubting now, okay?"

You exhale a deep breath you've been holding and softly mumble, "Okay."

"Great," He beams. "Shall we continue?"

"I'm ready when you are—"

Your sentence gets cut off when Namjoon suddenly throws you on the mattress. A gasp flies out of your mouth as your body bounces against the soft foam. You push yourself to your feet but to no avail, Namjoon is already approaching you with a darkened look in his eyes.

All your doubts vanish when he looks at you- making you feel like you're the most beautiful woman in the world. His world.

"I want your skirt off. Now." He demands and you feel the hairs on the back of your neck rise as you look up at him, speechless.

"Did I stutter?"

You nod your head and unwrap the side of your short skirt. It ends up somewhere in the room with Namjoon's shirt and pants. You follow his movements with your curious eyes. Then, he reaches the headboard and leans his back against it. His delicious thighs are widely spread to your liking and it's getting harder to hold yourself back from jumping him right there.

Namjoon gestures with his head. "Come," he murmurs. "Sit on my lap."

You follow all too quickly as if you were running on a time bomb. You throw your legs over his sides. The movement causes a shift in your lace panties, and the thin material is now desperately clinging to one lip. You ignore the iffy feeling or Namjoon's intense stare on your clothed pussy.

Shamelessly, you quicken your action and purposefully ride up his thigh, stopping when you reach his erection. He's already leaking with slick pre-cum. You haven't even touched each other, yet, the impact on your bodies is like live wires springing to life.

"Did I do that, hm?" You raise your brows at him, teasingly as he slyly gazes at you perched up on the top of his thighs.

"You naughty woman," he bites back, tongue sticking to his cheek in frustration. But he'd rather prolong this moment with you for as long as possible. It's hurting him, but he knows it'll be worth it.

You slowly start to move your hips, teeth clamping down on your bottom lip. You don't dare to break eye contact with the man in front of you. "I'm not doing anything," you say innocently.

"Oh, really?" Namjoon's brows lift in a teasing manner.

"Uhuh," you nodded, enjoying this a bit too much for your own good. You just hope he'll give up fi-

Then everything happens far too quickly for you to comprehend. Namjoon has swiped your panties to the side and is gradually easing his tip into your entrance. When you're practically dripping with your own cum, there's no need for foreplay. It begins slowly, cautiously, and gradually, and it takes a moment for you to adjust, but once you've given him the 'go' signal, he fully eases himself inside you. Cock twitching with desire.

One word. Full. You almost drool at the sight of your pussy stuffed and taking him better than you imagined. He does fit, but there are just a few inches pressed against your mound. You're not complaining, though. It makes the experience much more pleasurable.

The fight to overcome the dizziness overcoming you eventually fails once Namjoon has started moving against you. In you. On you. Around you. Up and down. He repeats until you can barely keep up with your breathing and the only thing coming out of your mouth is how good he's doing. So good. Harder. Faster. Your cock feels amazing. Stuff me. I'll ride you until I can't anymore.

Namjoon is buckling his hips, gripping your throat, pressing your clit with his thumb as if he wanted to capture this exact moment and pin it, bury it in his memory so that he can function properly when you're not around. Maybe he'll learn to do things without your help. No more Miss Park. Wants it replaced with his surname.

Kim- fuck him, is he moving too fast?

Namjoon knows that after ten years of being in each other's lives, he will not be able to look at another living person the same way. Not anymore. He can't imagine his life without you. Doesn't remember the life before you.

He recollects his brother's exact words. "She must want to start a new life, start meeting people, build a family of her own, a decent guy she can settle down with— a family, kids, a husband... I mean, the list goes on."

"Oh, fuck!" Your cries sound pleasing to his ears. The raspiness, airy-like breaths. It reminds him of wind chimes in rainy seasons. He can listen to it forever. "Faster!" You urge, lowering yourself to meet his thrusts while weakly wrapping your arms around his neck for support. Your top is long gone, discarded near the bedside table; probably ended up on top of an expensive lamp, based on the shadows in the room.

Your bra desperately clings onto your shoulder as Namjoon stuffs his mouth with one of your breasts. The other one he can't fit, he kneads with so much tenderness. He sucks on your skin, coils your tits around his long fingers, and plays with them like he would a guitar. Finger-style. He's slamming into you so hard you almost think you'll hit the boat's ceiling.

But like the gentleman that he is, Namjoon holds you down by your throat. Not your neck, arms, hips, or shoulders. But your throat. How romantic.

He easily glides in and out of you and a thought you probably should've thought about before- flashes in your mind like Usain Bolt. It might be a little too late now, but that doesn't stop you from bringing it up. "Shit, Namjoon." You mumbled, hoping he heard you. He doesn't, though, so you repeat yourself. "Fuck-" you moan out unexpectedly when he discovers a sensitive spot.

Namjoon finally looks up, knowing what pleasurable thing he's done. A cocky grin plays across his lips. "Too good, uh?"

You roll your eyes, putting your hands on his chest. "No, you smartass." You grumbled. "Are you wearing a condom?"

Namjoon looks surprised.

"I'm not on birth control," you say, slowly getting ready to pull yourself away from him. He doesn't let you up too fast, though.

"Wait, wait," Namjoon hisses frustratedly. "What do you think I am?" He deadpans. "Of course, I'm wearing a fucking condom."

Oh, now you look dumb.

"I don't feel anything," you sit right back down on his crotch.

"That's not what your face says," he retorts.

You shake your head. "That's not it. I thought-"

"Intense," Namjoon casually says. You look at him blankly.

"What?"

"It's a new condom I'm trying out."

"Oh," is the only thing you can say.

"It's supposed to make sex feel a lot better."

Your whole body flushes with hot anger as you drop your head exasperatedly and run a hand over your face. "Well, shit. I just denied both of our orgasms, didn't I?"

Namjoon bites back a laugh despite the pain he's currently feeling. He's still inside you, but with the long pause, he's gradually softening. He grabs your jaw and presses a lingering kiss on your lips before he pushes his tongue into your mouth.

"That's okay. We've got all night, baby."

You can't help the illicit moans escaping you when you say, "You're right."

Who am I?!!

Anyways I was reading 'mutual help' and the lovely author mentioned what an 'intense' condom was. I've never heard of it before lmao so I googled itand was shookktt. So yes, this might've been inspired by that part in particular hehe