ughh hello !!!! its been SO long and i love ur new theme its soso cute i eat up ur themes every timee 🙈 i js wanted to come here and say i LOVE LOVE after midnight the plot and writing is tea every friggin time ૮꒰˶ฅ́˘ฅ̀˶꒱ა you know i WILL be patiently awaiting that summer jake thing 🙊🙊 kissesss
- ☀️ anon
MY SWEET ANON, i missed u <333 i’m so glad u loved it! i love to hear your kind words hehe. i’m so excited for my summer thingy with jake to be released, ure in for a surprise hehehe
hi…i’m so back hehe, i was in this HUGE flop era where i couldn’t write. like boi, i would just stare at my phone and do nothing, it’s irritating af as fuck
in the honor of summer around the corner and JUNE here, i’m gonna write a summer fic, so stay tune. specifically with age gap and MAYBE JAEYUN 😫😫😫😫
life with your sweet angel of a boyfriend, absolute purrfection.
ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: pumabf!riki x reader
smut, established relationship, domestic fluff, protective!ki, jealousy, cuddling, lots of kissing, oral (f.+ m. receiving), he purrs, sub!reader, bratty!reader, biting (he does it with love), little bit of blood mentioned, morning sex, swearing, teasing, not proofread lolz (3.9k words)
ᴘᴜᴍᴀʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ promises he doesn't mean to but is insanely protective.
an arm around your should or waist, eyes ghosting around any room you step it looking for a threat. you would think you're entering a cage of fighting lions, but no — you're just entering a supermarket. the poor other costumers were treated like missiles about to explode by him. "ki, red or green?" no response. "ki?" "hm?" he mutters, eyes still roaming around. your hands find his face, snapping him out of his haze. the moment your eyes meet he softens, sharp eyes turning big, brows relaxing. "do you want red or green grapes?" you ask again. "oh, green please." he smiles softly, eyes crinkling. but as soon as you turn to grab the grapes he snaps back to scan the room for any potential threat.
ᴘᴜᴍᴀʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ full on gnarls when you're being bratty heheheh
he tries to be as nice to you as he can while he's balls deep inside you. poor boy gets so lost inpleasure and turns absolutely wild. he wants his hands all over you at the same time, like his hands are never in the same position for more than ten seconds. the first time you slept together he was trembling with how much he had to hold himself back, pretty boy blanked out at the feeling of your pussy around him :(( but with time you wanted to see what he's hiding, there was a little bite or choke every now and then but you want this man WILD. "can't even fuck me properly, huh?" "come on, is this all you've got?" you are an absolute manace and after the initial shock riki experienced hearing those words coming from you, his heavy breaths and choked moans were replaced by grunts as he slammed his hips against you with one smooth motion. satisfied with the sqeaky moan it got out of you, he thought this was the end – a mere little slipup on your part. but no, this only fuelled you. "what," you giggled between small gasps, "too shy to put me through the matress?" oh this was your end. within the blink of an eye he had you flipped on your stomach, legs rough nudged apart before he buries himself inside of you again. you know that he's big, i mean look at the height of him his dick was bound to be more than average, but he has never been this deep in you. for a moment you believe you've lost hearing and your brain switched off. as if you weren't in heaven enough already, the feeling of him carelessly lying on top of you, cock drilling in and out of your puffy pussy, had you speechless. "oh now you wanna shut up, hm?" he gnarls into your ear, yanking your hair back. you mouth falls open, but no words come out of it; only whines and throaty moans. "wanna act like a fucking brat but cave at the feeling of me destroying your cunt huh?" messy kisses were placed on your exposed neck, sharp fangs grazing that one sensitive spot that has you pussy flutter. pathetic whines answer him and he chuckles, " 's what i thought baby, now come on and take it."
ᴘᴜᴍᴀʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ is practically glued to you at all times.
yes, outside he's protective, rough boyfriend but once you're home? oh that boy turns to puddle around you. he's still stuck on you, but he basically clings to you like a koala. "babyyyy, can you pleaaaaase just come to the couch with me?" he whines as you fold your clothes. "ki, i told you that as soon as i'm down with this i'll be all yours." "but," he sighs, "it always takes you so long to do itttt." you'd think he hasn't seen you in days, meanwhile the only time you were separated today was when either of you went to the toilet; and even then he was outside the door yapping your ear off. your person space is his person space and he refuses to change that for a single moment of the day.
ᴘᴜᴍᴀʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ is such a cuddle bug.
the minute you lie down, he's on you. i mean full on covering every part of you, face nuzzling into your neck as his arms circle your waist. a content sigh escapes him, this is his absolute favourite thing. your smell hits his nose instantly and he can't help but try and get closer to (it's literally impossible at this point). if possible, he would crawl into your skin to discover parts of you he has yet to see. "ki that giggles." you giggle, lovingly smacking his shoulder. "mmmm, you smell so good baby." his voice barely noticeable as how closely his lips are pressed against your skin. "you've smelled me a million times before silly boy. how can you not get bored?" in the blink of an eye he sat up. he looked purely distraught. "how can you say that?" he questioned, dead serious. "if i ever happen to lose you i need to be able to find you again! your smell is key here." you stare at him, utterly baffled. a moment of silence passes, both of you just staring at each other. "i mean," you start, "you have my location at all times and you're pretty much always with me." he scoffs, "well obviously, but there's still a small chance of you getting lost or taken from me." your heart swells at his confession. "awwww, come here baby." you open your arms wide and he happily plops back down on you again. content hums leave him again, accompanied by a deep sigh. softly, your fingers start threading through his hair, earning such lovely sounding purrs from him, vibrating against your chest. "i love you so much," he mumbles sleepily, the affect hair playing as him is insane. "i love you, ki." you whisper back as he drifts off to sleep. aren't you the luckiest to have this clingy cuddly giant.
ᴘᴜᴍᴀʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ get jealous easily :((
he would never accuse you of straying away and being not loyal. ever. if someone's eyes linger on you more than three seconds he's ready to pounce. as we've established he always has a hand on you somewhere, so obviously you're off the market! he uses his height as an advantage, no matter how tall you are, he most likely will be taller that you. looking like you shack he sends daggers across the room, eyes narrowing with anger. however, as soon as you notice and spin around, putting a hand on his cheek he turns to mush. "what's gotten you so worked up baby?" you mutter, small smile on your face. "just this guy looking at you. it's insulting to both you and me." he murmurs, but you can tell by his voice that all his attention is on you now, guy long forgotten at your display of attention. you turn, "who is it?" "red shirt." you scoff, "slimey looking thing." at that he chuckles, lips pressing a soft kiss on the top of your head. "i love you, angel." you reach down, intertwining your fingers with his, "don't worry ki," you smile up at him "i'll forever and always be yours."
ᴘᴜᴍᴀʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ leaves innocent kisses anywhere but your lips when you're out and it's the sweetest thing.
considering how much he loves on you, you had some ground rules established. his jealous and protective nature has him on you at all times, not just his hands roaming but also his lips. if provoked, he started a full on make out in the middle of the street. anything to put those hitting or even look at you too long in their place. here comes in one the rules: no public makeouts! a little kiss, a quick peck is fine, it's welcomed. but no full on making out, no tongues intertwining. but of course the little menace finds a way to go around this rule. it started on your hand, just a kick peck to the back of your intertwined hands. next it was you cheek, then your forehead, the top of your head, your temple. if he's feeling extra cheeky he starts kissing the corner of your mouth relentlessly. he's so fucking smug about it too! "whaaaaat, i haven't done anything against the rules!" he's so fucking cute :(( he just wants to love you at all times.
ᴘᴜᴍᴀʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ has a very sensitive nose and tends to bury it inside your neck when he gets overwhelmed
as we've established, riki adores your smell. nothing brings him nearly as much comfort as the smell of your skin. he specifically asks you not to put on any perfume or scented lotions. life gets busy and at some point everyone gets overwhelmed with it all. busy schedules, little sleep, it's all been catching up him and on a random day after running errands with you he finally gets to lay on the couch with you. yet his mind is not any busy, thoughts circling on his mind in a never-ending loop. you were focused on the show playing in the back when he suddenly nuzzles his head into your neck. at first you thought he was simply being cuddly, but he was more stiff than usual. he didn't melt into you as he usually does. "what's up, pretty boy?" you mumble as you stroke his hair. he only manages a weak hum in response. "riki are you okay?" his heart clenches at the sound of your voice. filled with so much worry, he instantly feels guilty. "no it's alright," he mutters as he sits back up again. "no, no, something's up. talk to me." taking a deep breath in as he struggles to meet your eyes. "ki," you say softly, hand reaching over to softly stroke his arm. "you can always talk to me. about anything." oh he's so in love with you, he just wants to kiss you senseless. "i know," he breathes. "i just...i don't know. life is just a lot and i cannot seem to switch my brain off." you coo, "come here my big baby." within seconds he's snuggled up against you, face in your neck again. "you smell like home." just like that; he dropped a sentence like that out of the blue. at a loss for words you can only pepper kisses all over his cheeks and forehead, clutching him extra tight.
ᴘᴜᴍᴀʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ purrs into your pussy while he's eating you out <33
while we're on the topic of smells, this boy goes CRAZY for the smell of your pussy. first time he went down on you he came all over the sheets by just smelling you it's that serious. my boy definitely has an oral fixation, he could spend hours between your legs — and he does. from slow licks, to sloppily making out with your cunt he absolutely worships you. every time he finds himself face to face with your pussy he tries to find new ways to make you lose your mind. he's an absolute MASTER at the tongue and finger combo, scissoring his fingers inside your gummy walls as he sucks and nips at your clit. this genuinely is his favourite thing to pass the time, so it is not wonder that he eventually starts contently purring. the first time it happened you were so surprised at the extra stimulation you came instantly and boy was he proud. the low vibrations add a delicious sensation on top of his already skilled hands and tongue. he sometimes starts and stops, loving the desperate whines that leave your pretty lips, begin him to continue purring. riki gets cocky with it, but every time he goes down on you he gets to the point of his eyes firmly squeezed shut, unconsciously purring at the feeling and smell of you that consume all his senses <333
ᴘᴜᴍᴀʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ leaves bites all over you while being inside of you to muffle his moans (he's still a little embarrassed <33)
big dick rik is a recurring guest on my blog, mans knows exactly what to do to get all obsessed and cock drunk I DONT MAKE THE RULES (i do but whatever). puma!ki however adds the beautiful dimension of biting <33 it started with a little nip here and there to get a reaction out of you, but the freakier the two of you got over time, the more he gets lots in pleasure and can't hold himself back. he knows you'd never judge him, in fact you encourage it, but he does feel a little embarrassed being a moaning mess when your pussy feels too good :(( so nipping turns into his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he has you on all fours, desperately trying to quieten his moans. the warm feeling of your insides has him believing he's in heaven, hips rutting into all messily...and when you moan at the feeling of his canines sinking into you?? yea the moans only get cranked up even more. the first time he drew blood he was so shocked by himself, staring at you all wide eyed :c but when you simply flip your hair over the little wound, exposing the other side of your neck and pushing his head down to meet your soft skin he's back in business.
but it doesn't even have to be the two of you hardcore going at it, it can be lovingly spooning on an early morning and he's just all sleepy still, eyes closed, relishing the feeling of being inside you first thing in the morning. the world still asleep, he buries his head in the crook of your neck (can you tell this boy has a favourite body part on you?), biting down near the pulsing vein. your little gasps and whines music to his ears, he bites down a little harder, hoping that when you leave the house later everyone can still see :(
ᴘᴜᴍᴀʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ is a very whiny boy when you go down on him :,)
do not let the propaganda fool you, this boy is so fucking vocal!!! while he does take quite a lot of the initiative when you go down on him, he lets out the prettiest sound a man has ever made. he's very big on praise, you're his precious girl and he's so thankful that you choose to pleasure him :(( "so fucking pretty huh, fuck look at you," he moans as you lick up and down his length, eyes always on him. he gets so lost in the pleasure that he has to rapidly blink, not wanting to miss a single little thing you do. if you decide to be a little tease (which you usually are) and kitty lick only his tip, refusing to touch the rest of him he falls i love with you even more. while he does have his hands entangled in your hair, he'd never force himself deeper inside of you. you do things at your own pace and he's happy to be there! so when you suddenly stop the small licks and fully take him down your throat in one motion he can't help but gasp, throaty moan following. "filthy fucking thing aren't you? jesus you're perfect." riki looks majestic like this, head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut and chest heaving. if you moan around him it's most definitely over for him. what his purring is doing to you, your moans do it to him. that's when the whines most definitely come out and you of course love taking advantage of it. it's obscene, you bobbing your head up and down his cock, a mix of spit and precum dripping out of your mouth all over his thighs as you moan nonstop. his legs twitch at the sensation of your mouth, abs flexing every time you have his entire length down your throat. and when he gets close? best believe it's the whine olympics. the grasp on your hair tightens, sending small tingles through your scalp and down your spine. " 'm so close angel, fuck please don't stop oh my god." and with that he releases the prettiest whiny moan as he empties out his load into your mouth.
ᴘᴜᴍᴀʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ does the cutest little head tilt at random times, blinking at you (no thoughts behind those eyes)
pretty boy spaces out every now and then, no thoughts head empty. so when you come into the room, yapping the day away he needs a second to snap out of it and when you look at him expectantly he just goes "huh?". he's so fucking cute, head cocked to the side, brows slightly furrowed in confusion. "did you hear a single thing i just said?". a snail could shake its head quicker than he did, softly blinking at you. how could yoh stay mad at him when he's looking at you like this??? "aww," you coo. "pretty boy was lost in thought weren't you." his nose crunches in fake disapproval, but deep down both of you know he loves being babied.
or sometimes he gives you the most RANDOM look of disapproval it's truly hilarious, he cannot keep a straight face at times it's so fucking endearing. "what did i do?" you ask baffled, hands thrown up in defence. the menace he can be at times he just shoots you another side eye before pulling you closer. but don't think you'll get an answer, his mind works in mysterious ways....
ᴘᴜᴍᴀʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ can only purr when he gets too sleepy :((
the thought of this genuinely has me tweaking out. you know when you get too tired and words turn into hums? this is him, but with purring. his head is on your chest, arms loosely around your ways, legs tangled with yours. you were just telling him about your day, nothing out of the ordinary and you knew he was tired, but this sweetheart insists on hearing all about your day. "– so i was just standing there, can you believe it?...ki?" soft vibrations make your upper body tingle. "you wanna go sleep, sweet boy?" you whisper softly but he gives you a more firm, disapproving purr. "alright alright, i'll continue." another, more soft and content purr from him. as always, your hands brush through his hair, earning a constant wave of purrs, which you notice to become more and more slower by the minute. you stop your sentence mid way, continuing to play with his blonde strands of hair. ever so softly, he gives your waist a squeeze, just to let you know a tiny part of him is still awake, an attempt to show you he's listening (or at least trying to). "i'll tell you the rest over breakfast tomorrow." you murmur, pressing a kiss to the crown of his head. "i love you, ki." he might be too tired for words, but that doesn't stop him from purring the sound waves of an i love you back :c
ᴘᴜᴍᴀʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ is a teasing little shit and loves to bite down on your lips.
doesn't even have to be when you're kissing NO mfer just chomps down on your lips when he feels like it! it's another thing he does when he's feeling jealous over protective. you could be out in public, just chilling at a cafe when he moves over and bites down on your bottom lip. no explanation, nothing, just a smug smile on his face as he leans back again. "what was that for you?" you look at him, puzzled. "barista drew a heart on your cup and has been looking over here." he replies with a shrug. "riki she was probably just being nice. and she could be looking at you and not me." he firmly shakes his head. "nope, she was looking at you at all times, plus there's no heart on my cup see?" he counters, shoving his cup in your face. you can't help but smile at his theatrics, leaning over the desk to give him a quick peck on the lips, one that he tries to chase with a little whine. "nu-uh," you warn. "none of that in public mister." one would think he was just denied entry to heaven with the way he started sulking.
if you ever decide to do it back, it turns into a little competition. you've heard of tickle fights, now get ready for biting fights. you would be hiding behind a corner, jumping out when he passes but you just to bite down on his plush lips. this would obviously lead into a chase through your entire flat, with him catching you 99% of the time and throwing you down on the couch. his lips are all over you then, kissing, nipping and occasionally biting down. riki loves the way you giggle and squirm at the impact, big hands trying to hold you down but never too tightly, this is far too much fun.
ᴘᴜᴍᴀʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ randomly starts purring songs (yes purring not humming)
it had been a peaceful afternoon, just the two of you lounging around, soft kisses exchanged while lying intertwined on the couch. you were making dinner, dancing around the stove to the record playing in the back. riki hovered around you, giving you the occasional spin to see the pretty smile form in your face. stirring the pot, he stood behind you, hands obviously around your waist, chin on your head, swaying you from side to side to the music. you softly started humming along to the song when you were joined by some deeper melodies, the vibration of his purring tickling the top of your head. "what's got you all giggly?" he questions, oblivious to what he had just been doing. "your purrs were tickling me." "huh?" poor boy had no idea he started doing it, blushing slightly at his unconscious trait. another giggle escapes you, "don't worry, i don't mind it. it's like we're singing a duet in our own way!" the pure beam that was your smile made him believe his heart just stopped for a second and he could only squeeze you tighter, propping his chin back on top of your head.
ᴘᴜᴍᴀʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ is a big fan of the "just five more minutes" phrase because he knows you can't resist him.
it's not news that riki is very much into physical contact, this boy is the definition of velcro. separating from you in the morning is pure heartbreak for him, he's counting down the minutes until he can see you again :( so when your alarm rings in the morning, he's all grumpy whines, refusing to ease the iron grip he has on you. "ki, i have to get ready." you mumble, voice still heavy with sleep. "noooo." he mumbles back, rolling over so that he's on top of you. " 'm not letting you go, you're all mine." it's endearing, this huge man being all clingy. "of course i am," you answer. "but i still have to get ready for work baby." protesting purrs vibrate against your collarbones as he softly nips the skin. "ten more minutes." "five." "deal." his body instantly relaxes, acting like a weighted blanket. "we always do this in the mornings, why are do you argue with me?" he murmurs into your chest and you sigh. "i have no clue if i'm being honest." at that he chuckles, "you love me soooooo bad don't you?" without missing a beat you reply, "always." you could risk being late for work a few minutes, saying no to him was just not in the cards :,)
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𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄…박성훈 ︵ spring break always gets chaotic after midnight, so why not have a one night stand with a stranger?
content advisory: collegestudent!reader x ceo!sunghoon , hoon is older and rich , alcohol consumption , drunk sex (unprotected) , oral (m) , oral on the balcony lol , rough hoon , sub reader , dirty talk , praise!kink , biting , ass slapping , doggy , cowgirl , multiple orgasms , creampie , aftercare , mdni. 5872%
lena speaks: plot has been in my mind for everr, enjoy your spring break lovies and support heeseung always <3 ,
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The train screeched as it slowed, the sharp whistle cutting through the air before it finally came to a complete stop at Jeongdongjin. The sudden stillness made everyone shift in their seats, and within seconds the quiet carriage filled with movement. People stood, reaching up to grab their bags from the overhead racks, bumping shoulders and squeezing past one another as they hurried toward the exit. The narrow aisle quickly became crowded with travelers eager to get off after the long ride.
You and your group of friends stood shortly after, pulling down your bags and dragging your suitcases into the slow-moving line. The wheels scraped against the floor as you rolled them forward, the sound blending with the chatter of passengers and the shuffle of footsteps. When it was finally your turn, you stepped down from the train platform first, the cool coastal breeze immediately brushing against your skin.
You turned just in time to see Sunoo hop off behind you with an excited grin, stretching his arms as if the air itself was different here. Ningning stepped down next, her pink cowboy hat sitting proudly on her head—the same one she had impulsively bought the day before the trip. She had insisted it was “essential for spring break energy,” and now she wore it like a badge of honor. Keeho was the last one to step off the train, dragging his suitcase behind him with a tired sigh. He had spent nearly the entire two hour ride complaining about how much he hated trains and how renting a car would’ve been easier. But in his defense, he probably wasn’t wrong.
Finding a taxi, however, turned out to be harder than expected. A few cars passed by the station entrance, but every driver seemed to completely ignore Keeho, who stood near the curb waving his arm dramatically at each one. The more he tried, the more ridiculous it looked. It wasn’t until Ningning casually stepped forward that things finally changed. With one quick wave and a bright smile, a taxi slowed down almost instantly and pulled up beside the curb. Keeho stared at the car for a moment before scoffing under his breath.
The ride to the resort ended up being cramped, the three of you practically squeezed together in the back while the warm air lingered inside the vehicle. Keeho continued his complaints about how hot it was, dramatically fanning himself with his phone. Meanwhile, Ningning had somehow charmed the driver within seconds of getting in. He had even offered her the front seat without hesitation, and she happily accepted, the cool blast of air conditioning hitting her face while the rest of you sat packed together in the back.
After circling around a small roundabout lined with palm trees and coastal flowers, the taxi finally pulled up to the curb in front of the resort entrance. The driver stepped out to help with the luggage, pulling suitcases from the trunk while everyone stretched their legs after the ride. One by one, you each grabbed your bags. You bowed politely, thanking him for the ride before straightening up and finally letting your eyes wander toward the view ahead. The ocean stretched out in front of the resort, shimmering under the sunlight as waves rolled toward the shore. The salty scent of the sea lingered in the air, carried gently by the breeze. “Mm… you can smell the salt in the air,” you said quietly, taking a slow breath and letting the fresh scent fill your lungs.
Sunoo stepped beside you, squinting slightly as he looked up toward the bright sky. “Smells like spring break,” he said with a satisfied smile, clearly proud of the trip he had planned. Ningning walked back toward the group just as the taxi pulled away from the curb. She tossed her hair over her shoulder, adjusting the pink cowboy hat with an amused grin. “The idiot only charged me fourteen thousand won for the ride,” she snickered. Keeho laughed under his breath, shaking his head. “If prices drop every time you’re around, I should probably just follow you everywhere.” The four of you shared a quick laugh before continuing forward, rolling your suitcases along the wide stone pathway leading deeper into the resort.
Nothing, however, could have prepared any of you for the massive cruise ship sitting at the top of the steep cliff ahead. The structure towered over the coastline, its white exterior shining under the sunlight as if it had been placed there purely for dramatic effect. Sure, you had all seen photos of it online when Sunoo first suggested the trip—but seeing it in person was something completely different. You slowed your steps, staring at the scenery unfolding in front of you. It had been a while since you had taken a proper vacation like this, away from lectures, assignments, and the stress of college life. You were genuinely glad you had decided to come.
“How did they even get that boat up there?” Ningning suddenly asked, her voice pulling you out of your thoughts. There was always that saying—that even the most beautiful people had at least one flaw. For Ningning, unfortunately, that flaw was common sense. Sunoo barely glanced at her, his eyes still focused on the view in front of him. “It’s a cruise ship, you idiot,” he said flatly.
Ningning furrowed her brows, squinting up at the structure again like she was genuinely trying to figure it out before shrugging and continuing to walk. Keeho immediately launched into a rambling speech about how this was already the best spring break vacation he had ever been on, praising everything from the view to the weather. Sunoo happily accepted every compliment thrown his way, clearly proud of himself for planning the trip in the first place.
The sound of your suitcases rolled steadily along the concrete before shifting onto the smoother stone path that curved through the resort grounds. Your gaze wandered across the people walking nearby, noticing how many of them looked around your age. Groups of college students laughed as they carried beach bags and cameras, likely here for the same reason you were, to escape the stress of midterms and responsibilities, even if just for a few days.
You silently hoped this long weekend would turn out to be worth it.
The next day, the sun came up bright and early. It peaked through the glass windows, a friendly reminder that the day had just begun. Your group of four roamed the clean halls, talking over each other about what plans they had for the day. About the club that the resort had opened for spring breakers. Entering the large lobby, you did a turn into the cafeteria, where the staff behind the counter were already busy. It smelled of fresh fruits, vegetables, and the freshly squeezed orange juice an employee was prepping in the back. On the menu, it read a special: "Ship’s Spring Break Special: Korean Street Toast."
One by one, you each grabbed a tray and filled it up until nothing else could fit. You looked around for a place to sit, preferably by the window to look at the amazing view. Sunoo started talking about his midterms, hoping he didn't fail, but admitting he hadn't tried hard enough to be sure. "If the teacher has a bit of sympathy, she'll pass me," he said, taking a spoonful of his seaweed soup. Keeho looked over at him, shaking his head. "Cross your fingers. She looks like she takes everything way too seriously," he replied. Ningning then chimed in about her own midterm, explaining how easy it had felt.
But soon, you got sick of it. You came on this vacation to forget about school—to leave the stress of tests back in Seoul. You brought your cup of orange juice down to the table with a small thud, grabbing the attention of the others. "So, what are we doing today?" you asked. Ningning took a bite of her bread, holding up her index finger until she finally swallowed. "As much as the pool here is beautiful, I wanna go to their private beach," she said, sipping on the mimosa she’d excitedly grabbed earlier. Sunoo nodded. "The UV is at five. It’s perfect for tanning." They both smiled, happy they were on the same page. "I'm fine with the beach," Keeho agreed. After a few more bites, the group finally headed down.
It was a small hike, but worth it. The ocean built up strong waves, creating a dramatic roar as it swept up onto the tan sand. The water was a perfect blue, mixing with the sky as the sun beamed high. You and Ningning found chaise lounge chairs with privacy curtains. You tossed your bag down and folded the curtains back so the sun could hit the chairs directly. You began with the sunscreen, rubbing it all over your body until it covered every hidden spot. You lay down then, sliding on your sunglasses and letting the beams toast your skin. Ningning hummed a joyful tune, watching as Sunoo and Keeho played in the water like little kids. She looked over at you, letting out a small chuckle. Her thigh brushing against yours as she sighed into the breeze. "It feels nice, doesn't it?" she asked, sliding her body further down the lounge chair to maximize the exposure. "Doing something different other than staring at a laptop, making coffees until my skin reeks of espresso, and best of all—not dealing with any boys." She dragged out the word boys with a playful, bitter edge.
You chuckled, tilting your head towards her without opening your eyes. You knew her cycle too well. "Has Soobin called you yet?" The silence that followed was your answer. She let out a long, jagged sigh. "No. But he said he would. You heard him, right? Standing by the taxi? He promised he’d call to ask how the trip was." You slid your sunglasses down the bridge of your nose, peering at her. She looked pathetic in the most beautiful way—worried, annoyed, and still holding hope for a guy who was probably already on top of another girl. "Ning, I have no idea why you still let him breathe your air," you spoke plainly, your voice dropping to a grounded, blunt tone. "He clearly doesn’t want to settle down. He looks for you for one thing, and once he gets it, he ghosts until he’s hungry again. Don't settle for a dirtbag just because he has a pretty face.”
She groaned, throwing an arm over her eyes to shield them from the glare. "I know, I know. It’s just... the habit. I don't know how to move on when my body still remembers him." A wicked thought sparked in your mind. You sat up abruptly, the movement causing your bikini top to shift, and you smirked, pulling your sunglasses off completely. "Jesus, Ning. You don't need a phone call. You need sex."
Ningning’s jaw dropped, a hysterical giggle bubbling out of her as she covered her face. "A one-night stand? Seriously? How would that even work here? Everyone is a stranger." "That is exactly the point!" you scoffed, leaning closer, your voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "We’re on spring break. It’s the international holiday for bad decisions. You find someone tonight, you flirt and touch for a few hours, and then you never see them again. No feelings, no 'where is this going' texts. Just pure, mindless friction."
Ningning’s eyes began to wander, her gaze drifting over the other vacationers until they suddenly snagged on something. Her expression shifted from skeptical to predatory. "Think I might be looking at my meal for later," she whispered, her voice low. You turned your head, and the air left your lungs. Three men were playing football in the shallow surf, their bodies carved out of granite and glistening with saltwater. One in particular, the one in the center, was a total eclipse of the sun. He was big, his pale skin glowing against the black of his trunks. Every time he moved to catch the ball, the muscles in his back and biceps flexed in a way that felt like a personal insult to your self-control. He wore a black hat backward, and his trunks sat dangerously low on his hips, revealing a deep, sharp V-line that disappeared into the water. You felt a sudden, thrumming ache between your thighs, a sharp heat that made you instinctively cross your legs and bite your index finger.
"God, please let them be at the club tonight," you whispered, the words coming out. "I’d let him touch me for hours." You and Ningning burst into a fit of breathless, dirty laughter just as Keeho and Sunoo walked up from the water, dripping wet. "What's so funny?" Keeho asked, flopping down onto the sand near your feet and shaking his head like a dog, spraying you with cold droplets. "Just talking about our plans for the evening," you giggled, eyes still darting back to the man in the water. "Hey, if one of us disappears tonight, don't call the police. Just assume we're being well taken care of."
Sunoo leaned against the end of Ningning's chair, running a hand through his damp hair. "The sudden change in attitude? You’d never say something that scandalous back home. You're usually the 'let's stay in and watch a movie' girl." You shrugged as you took a slow sip of your drink. "It’s spring break, Sunoo. What happens on break stays here. My morals are officially on vacation." "Should I be worried for my safety?" Keeho snickered, standing up and grabbing your hand with a firm tug. "You guys are acting weird. Come on, get your asses in the water before you melt."
Keeho didn't give you a choice, his grip firm and playful as he hauled you toward the shoreline. The first hit of the water was sharp against your ankles, sending a jolt straight up your spine that made you shriek with a mix of adrenaline and pure joy. You fumbled with your sunglasses, tossing them blindly toward the sand before diving deeper. Sunoo and Ningning were right on your heels, their laughter cutting through the heavy roar of the tide. The water felt like a second skin as it swirled around your waist, tugging at the ties of your bikini. But as you wiped the spray from your eyes and turned your head, the breath hitched in your throat.
He was closer now. The game of football had drifted, or perhaps he had steered it, until he was only a few yards away. Up close, the view was devastating. He was an absolute mountain of a man—chest broad enough to block out the sun and shoulders that looked like they were carved from marble. Every time a wave hit him, the water broke against his skin. Your eyes locked, and the world around you blurred. The sound of Keeho splashing and Ningning’s high-pitched giggling faded into a dull hum, replaced by the humming of your own pulse in your ears. He didn't look away. Instead, he let his gaze drop, slowly and carefully tracing the curve of your body beneath the water before bringing his dark, hooded eyes back to yours.
The club was exactly how you imagined it on vacation. Alcohol everywhere, house music pumping through your veins, and bodies swaying against yours as you danced recklessly. You wore something skimpier now, a soft blush pink dress covered in an intricate floral fabric that felt like velvet against your skin. The gold starfish pinned to the chest caught every stray beam of light, holding a sheer pink sash that draped down your front, while the ruffled hem teased the tops of your thighs. It was short, barely covering your ass, but it was so perfect. You paired it with some nude sandals, also perfect and much better than tripping on your own feet in heels.
You stood near the entrance, swaying just a tad as the alcohol started to get to your head. Your eyes squinted, looking for Ningning’s familiar figure until she appeared in the crowd. She grabbed your arm, leaning into your ear and speaking loud enough for you to hear over the bass. "They don't wanna leave! They met some people, so let's just leave together!" she yelled. You nodded, and both of you walked toward the exit until the fresh air hit your face.
The wind was like a slap to the face, but it felt good. After hours spent squished between people and the smell of sweat, the salty air was just what you needed. You held onto Ningning tightly, as she was a bit more tipsy than you but still able to recognize her surroundings. "I really took your advice seriously yn," she said, giggling as you walked. "Tried to find someone but... none of them were interesting." Ningning shrugged, continuing her giggles. You only smiled, teasing her as you stepped into the quiet luxury of the lobby.
"It's okay, don't listen to me." You sat her down on a chair, and she hummed a tune from earlier tonight. She continued to babble about the night, who she met, what she drank, and how fun it felt to finally party. "We really need to thank Sunoo for this trip. I'm so glad we're here." She inhaled the fresh air, letting out a sigh of relief before looking around.
Ningning automatically noticed a sign outside a door, her vision 20/20 even with alcohol in her system. She tugged at your pink dress, making eye contact immediately. "What if we crash a party?" she suggested, springing up from her seat. Your brows furrowed, looking at her before turning around. A door that was propped open led to an event held in a private, dim garden. You smirked, grabbing her arm and pulling her over. You both teased each other as you crossed the lobby, whispering about playing it cool, trying to blend in, and most of all—not making a scene.
You passed the sign, walking through the door and into the private garden. It was nicely decorated; a fountain bubbled in one corner, and people in expensive suits and dresses were scattered around. Fairy lights hung from the trees, and the greenery was perfectly manicured. There weren't many people, but it was enough to blend in. Your eyes wandered until they caught another pair—the same dark, intense eyes you’d locked with earlier today.
Except he wasn't shirtless now. Or wearing a backwards hat. He wore an all-black suit with the top buttons open just a little, showing a hint of his collarbone. His hair fell casually over his forehead, and a gold chain glinted against his skin. He stood with the same guys from the beach, all looking completely different in their formal wear. You broke eye contact, looking anywhere but at him. "What do you think this is?" you wondered.
Ningning seemed as clueless as you, but her eyes glistened. "I don't know, but I see a bar." She laughed, pulling you toward it. You both took seats at the end of the bar, quickly asking for drinks. The bartender placed a coaster first, then the dirty martini you ordered. You took a sip, the cold alcohol spiking through your body as Ningning looked over her shoulder. "There’s a food table," she quietly gasped. "I’m hungry, please don't stop me." She giggled, making her way to the appetizers.
Left alone, you continued to sip on your martini as the chatter of older people filled your ears. You couldn't help but look back again, searching for the guy from the beach. But he was gone—not in the spot where you first spotted him. Your eyes went back to your glass, feeling a bit bored until someone sat in the empty stool next to you.
The guy from the beach.
His cologne was so strong and expensive it made your head swirl. His large hands were folded as he looked toward the bartender. You tried to act normal, looking straight ahead even though you desperately wanted to stare at his profile. The man behind the counter appeared, giving him a respectful nod. "What can I do for you?" he asked.
"Just your finest bourbon, please," he answered. His voice was even deeper than you expected, a rich baritone that made your stomach flip. His eyes then went toward you, scanning your side profile as you stared down at your drink. He smiled, checking the time on his watch before the bartender returned. Finally, you looked up, watching as he took a slow sip of the auburn liquid. He set the glass down, locking eyes with you and smiling. "Fun party, is it not?" he started, turning his stool toward you. You nodded shyly, looking back at your martini. "Yeah... congratulations to whoever this party is for," you awkwardly chuckled, the alcohol finally hitting.
He looked surprised, then a smirk played on his lips as he watched your expression. "You know the couple?" You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and nodded. "They're my friends," you cleared your throat, looking over at Ningning who was busy talking to someone at the buffet. As cute as he was, you felt so awkward. He laughed again, a little louder this time, the sound rich and vibrating in the small space between your stools. "You're a great liar," he murmured, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
Your eyebrows furrowed, your heart doing a nervous little dance in your chest. "Excuse me?" you said, turning fully to look at him. He was devastatingly gorgeous. His dark, thick eyebrows gave him an almost intimidating look, and his skin was flawlessly pale against the black of his suit. You caught the sight of tiny moles scattered across his face—near his eye, on his nose—each one looking like a target for a kiss. His nose was sharp and straight, and when he smirked, his lips pulled back to reveal slight fangs that made him look more like a predator than a regular guy.
"If you're going to crash a party, at least know what you're getting into," he chuckled, swirling the ice in his bourbon. "This isn't a wedding. Company parties are usually far too boring to crash. You should have walked next door, that’s where you would have found your 'friends' and their white dress." He mischievously snickered, his ego peaking as he watched the realization hit your face. You couldn't help but laugh—laugh at how dumb you felt, but also because his confidence was infectious. You rubbed your forehead, looking back at him through your lashes. "A company party, huh? So I’m surrounded by corporate sharks?"
"Something like that," he nodded, his gaze dropping to your lips for a second before meeting your eyes again. He played with the edge of his coaster, his long fingers moving with a slow grace. "I'm certain you aren't part of this firm. So, what brings a girl like you into a room full of suits?" "Spring break," you replied, taking a brave sip of your martini. "I’m a college student."
His eyebrows lifted, a genuine flash of surprise crossing his face. He hesitated, his eyes scanning your face as if trying to take it all in. He looked you over once, then twice, his gaze lingering on the sheer sash draped over your chest. "A student," he repeated, his voice dropping. "I suppose I should have guessed. You really have the look." He scoffed. "And you?" you countered, feeling bold. "I assume you're some high-level executive who happened to tag along to keep your colleagues in line?" He chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. "I'm Sunghoon," he said, ignoring the question with a flirty tilt of his head. He leaned into your space, the scent of his cologne shushing your thoughts. "Is it okay if the pretty girl tells me her name? Or do you want to keep anonymous?"
"Yn," you said simply, feeling the heat of a blush creeping onto your cheeks. You both sat at that bar for what felt like hours, the rest of the party blurring into a hum of background noise. You learned that he was thirty, and the way he spoke was so calm, measured, and completely unfazed by the chaos around him—it made you feel like the center of his universe. He told you about his dog back home, Gaeul, and how he missed the quiet of Seoul compared to the loud, neon energy of the resort. He listened when you talked about your midterms, his eyes never leaving yours, making you feel much older than twenty-two.
By your second martini, the world felt lightweight. You were conscious of every time his knee brushed against yours, every time his hand moved closer to yours on the mahogany bar. "I’m going to use the restroom," you finally said, feeling the need to catch your breath away from his intense stare. You looked around, trying to find a door through the maze of fairy lights.
Sunghoon stood up abruptly, his tall frame casting a shadow over you. He didn't step aside; he blocked your path, his expression shifting from flirty to something much darker, much more possessive. "I know the men at this party, yn," he whispered, leaning down until his breath hitched against your ear. His hand moved, fingers wrapping firmly around your forearm to bring you a fraction closer. The heat of his palm was so electric. "The bathrooms down here... they aren't fit for a sweet girl like you. Especially not by this hour."
He let the silence hang for a moment, his thumb stroking the skin of your wrist in a slow circle. "Why don't you come up to my room? It's cleaner. It's quiet. And I have a bottle of vintage champagne up there that’s been waiting for a reason to be opened." He smirked, his eyes hooded as they locked onto yours. "I think you’re a very good reason, don't you?" You looked up at him, the thrill of the "one-night stand" you’d joked about with Ningning suddenly becoming very, very real. "Okay," you whispered, a mischievous smile playing on your lips. "Lead the way, Sunghoon." He didn't waste a second. Sunghoon’s hand moved from your arm to the small of your back, his palm a steady, burning weight that guided you away from the bar and toward the elevators. You didn't look back for Ningning; you knew she was likely off on her own adventure, and right now, your heart was hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs.
The elevator lobby was quiet, the gold-plated doors gleaming under the soft recessed lighting. Sunghoon pressed the button for the penthouse, and the wait felt like an eternity. When the chime finally rang and the doors slid open, he ushered you inside.
The moment the doors hissed shut, the world changed. The muffled bass of the club and the chatter of the garden party vanished, replaced by a silence so thick. You were trapped in a small, mirrored box with a man who was nearly a head taller than you, smelling of bourbon and that intoxicating cedar cologne.
You caught your reflection in the polished chrome. You looked flushed, your eyes bright with a mixture of alcohol and adrenaline. Next to you, Sunghoon looked devastatingly composed. His fingers went straight to the buttons of his black shirt, undoing one, then two, until his chest was partially open. The gold chain he wore caught the light, resting against his pale skin. He caught you watching his hands in the mirror and smirked, a slow, dark expression that made your knees feel like water.
"You're very quiet all of a sudden," he murmured, his voice echoing in the confined space. He stepped closer, crowding you into the corner of the elevator. He didn't touch you yet, but the heat radiating off his black suit jacket was enough to make your skin prickle. "Not getting cold feet, are you?" "I don't get cold feet," you countered, though your voice was a little breathier than you intended. "Good," he rasped, leaning down so his lips were inches from your neck. "Because I’ve been remarkably patient today, and I’m reaching my limit."
The elevator dinged, the doors opening directly into his suite. You stepped out and nearly gasped. It wasn't just a hotel room; it was a sprawling, modern masterpiece. Floor-to-ceiling glass walls wrapped around the entire space, offering a staggering, 360-degree view of the resort's coastline and the dark, shimmering ocean you’d been swimming in earlier that day. The furniture was all dark leather and polished wood, and the air was perfectly chilled. It screamed wealth, the kind of rich you didn't even want to put a price tag on yet.
Sunghoon tossed his blazer onto a chair, his black button-down stretching across his broad shoulders as he gestured toward a set of double doors. "The master bath is through there," he said, his eyes trailing down the length of your pink dress one more time before meeting your gaze. "Take your time. I'll get the champagne started." You nodded, clutching your sheer sash as you ducked into the bathroom. The moment the door clicked shut, you leaned your back against the cool marble and let out the breath you’d been holding.
The bathroom was insane—a deep soaking tub, a rain shower that could fit four people, and enough Carrara marble to floor a cathedral. But you didn't actually have to use the restroom. You walked over to the massive vanity, gripping the edge of the sink as you stared at yourself in the mirror. Your pupils were blown wide. Your chest was heaving. You looked at the gold starfish on your dress, then back at your own reflection. You let out a hysterical little laugh bubbling up in your throat. You had crashed a corporate party, picked up a man nearly a decade older than you, and now you were in a penthouse suite that probably cost more than your entire trip here.
You took a deep breath, smoothing the ruffles of your dress and checking your hair. You weren't going to make him wait a second longer.
The suite was quiet, but the only sound that you hear was the muffled roar of the ocean far below. Your eyes scanned the dim room until they landed on the open glass slider. The sheer curtains billowed in the night breeze, leading your gaze out to the massive wrap-around balcony.
Sunghoon was standing there, his back to you as he leaned against the railing. He had discarded his black button-down loosely into his slacks. Even from behind, his shoulders were imposing, the fabric straining against his frame. He heard the soft click of your sandals on the hardwood and turned slowly, a silver bucket with a bottle of champagne resting on the small outdoor table beside him. He had opened his shirt even further while you were in the bathroom. The dark fabric hung open, revealing the hard, pale planes of his chest. The moonlight hit the sharp angles of his face, making him look like something out of a high-end editorial—expensive, untouchable, and utterly lethal.
"I was beginning to think you took the opportunity and left," he teased, his voice low and raspy as it carried over the wind. You walked toward him, the ruffled hem of your dress fluttering against your thighs. As you stepped onto the balcony, the humidity of the tropical night wrapped around you, a stark contrast to the chilled air of the suite. The view was staggering—the entire coastline was lit up like a string of diamonds, the black expanse of the sea stretching out into infinity.
"I told you I don't get cold feet," you reminded him, stopping just a few inches away. The alcohol was still humming in your system, giving you a boost of confidence you didn't usually possess. Sunghoon reached for the bottle, the pop of the cork echoing into the night. He poured two glasses, the bubbles hissing as he handed one to you. His fingers brushed against yours—a lingering contact that sent a fresh jolt of electricity straight to your core.
"To being on this vacation," he murmured. You raised your glass to his, the crystal clinking with a sharp, expensive ring that echoed into the tropical night. "To coincidentally meeting each other," you countered, a playful challenge in your tone. You watched him over the rim as the sparkling champagne hit the back of your throat, the vintage bubbles crisp and potent. It was far stronger than anything you usually drank, hitting your system with a rush that made the stars above seem to dance.
When you pulled the glass away, Sunghoon was staring out at the coastline, a dark, thoughtful smile playing on his lips. He looked as if he’d just stumbled upon a prize he had no intention of letting go. "You know, I've been doing this corporate life for such a short time in the grand scheme... but it feels like forever," he started, his deep voice making you crave him with a sudden, sharp ache between your thighs.
He turned toward you, his movements slow as he invaded your space. He crowded you against the railing until the scent of his cologne and bourbon was all you could breathe. He reached out, his thumb hooking under the edge of the sheer pink sash draped over your shoulder, tugging it just enough to make the silk rasp against your bare skin. "And when I work, far away... away from home... I always want to come home to something else other than my dog," he chuckled, placing his hand on your waist. You smirked, looking up at him with a sneaky, alcohol-dazed look. "Too bored to play with yourself, Sunghoon?" you teased.
He scoffed, a dark, amused sound as he pulled you in closer while you set your glass on the side table. "Why do all that when I can have a sweet girl like you do it all for me, hm?" he rumbled, his thumb soothing the sensitive skin of your side. You made eye contact with him and smiled, geeking at the intensity of the situation. "A girl my age...obviously we always seek for pension. For someone who’s already figured it out," you said, your hand dangerously planting against the hard, bunched muscle of his bicep.
"Doll, I'd buy you everything you ever mentioned. Anything you'll touch, and everything you'll ever dream of," he whispered into your ear now. His hand went up to your neck, pushing your head out just enough to lay a firm, lingering kiss there. He placed another soft kiss lower, making you squirm as his lips grazed your collarbone. "You'd never have to lift a finger again, not around me," he assured, placing another kiss on the sensitive cord of your neck.
"You're lucky I'm not that kind of girl," you whispered, right before Sunghoon finally leaned in for the kiss. It felt so passionate, the way he slowly kissed you, his lips moving with a hungry rhythm. You melted into his touch, wrapping your arms around his neck, trying to eat him whole. His tongue slipped in, taking your breath away as he pulled you closer, hungrier than before. The taste of bourbon mixed with the sweet champagne in your mouth as his lips finally drifted down to your neck.
He began to suck deep, dark marks into your skin, claiming his prize. You stared out into the sky and moaned freely, letting him mark you deeply, when suddenly you felt his teeth sink into your pulse point. He bit you hard and a sharp whimper escaped your lips as he looked back at you and smiled obsessively. "Now that I've got you up here and like this..." he smirked, his fangs peeking out. "Tell me what you are going to do with me? Are you going to keep teasing me, or are you going to show me exactly how dirty a college girl can be?"
“Why say when I can just show you?” You say, smiling as you pecked his bruised lips. The alcohol, the adrenaline of the crash, and the magnetic pull of this man had finally snapped the last of your inhibitions. You let your gaze drop from his intense eyes, tracing the line of his throat down to where the gold chain rested against his skin, and then further down to the low-slung waistband of his black slacks.
You sank to your knees slowly, the ruffled hem of your dress bunching up around your thighs as the cool tiles of the balcony met your skin. Sunghoon let out a sharp exhale, his entire body stiff as he realized exactly what you were doing. "Yn..." he warned, but there was no bite in it—only a raw desperation. You reached out, your fingers trembling slightly as you fumbled with the button of his slacks. The sound of his zipper sliding down was loud in the quiet of the night, followed immediately by the heavy thrum of the ocean waves below.
When you finally freed him, the sight took your breath away—he was thick, pulsing, and already leaking a bead of desire that glistened under the moonlight. His cock was as perfect as him, and you desperately wanted a taste of it.
You spit in your palm, the heat of the night making the slickness feel like molten silk as you lubed up his thick, heavy length. Sunghoon’s breath hitched, a sharp sound as he bit his lower lip, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the railing. He watched with a dark look while your hand began to pump him back and forth, the wet friction of your skin against his causing his hips to twitch instinctively. Finally, you started off with slow, teasing kitten licks at the very tip, tasting the salty, sweet beads of pre-cum that leaked from him with every rhythmic stroke. He tasted exactly how he smelled—expensive, masculine, and utterly intoxicating.
You swirled your tongue around the broad, pulsing head, hearing his breathing turn uneven and ragged as his hand finally found your hair. He didn't grip it just yet; instead, he carefully tucked the stray strands behind your ears, his fingers trembling slightly. He made sure he had an unobstructed, crystal-clear view of your flushed, pretty face worshiping his cock under the moonlight.
"So beautiful...but stop teasing me and give me the whole experience, yeah?" he rasped, his voice dropping that vibrated in the air. His fingers suddenly tangled deep at the base of your skull, his grip tightening with a firm, dominant possessiveness that forced your head forward. You gave him a small smile, your eyes locked onto his, before stretching your mouth wide and taking his entire cock in. You hummed low in your throat around the thickness, making his entire body shudder. You tried to take every inch, but he was just so massive it felt physically impossible; your jaw ached and your eyes watered as you began to bop your head frantically, determined to please him.
Sunghoon had to admit—he’d had his share of hookups, women who knew exactly what they were doing—but he had never let someone as young and fresh as you touch him like this. He looked down at you, his eyes glazed with a lethal amount of lust, his ego soaring as he watched you struggle to accommodate him. He silently prayed you were the last person who would ever get to see him this undone. You were so fucking incredible, a hurricane of pure, unadulterated talent.
Your hands slid up the hard, tensed planes of his thighs, reaching for his shirt to frantically unbutton the rest of the dark fabric. As it fell open, his flexed, rock-hard abs were bathed in the silver glow of the moon, the muscles rippling and glistening with sweat with every guttural groan he let out while you continued to throat him. Sunghoon’s other hand gripped the top of your head, holding you still with a bruising strength as he began to ruthlessly thrust into your mouth. Your lips stretched to their absolute limit, allowing him to fill you completely, his girth stretching your cheeks until they were white.
"Ahhh—so warm," he muttered, a low chuckle vibrating in his throat as his eyes drifted shut in pure ecstasy. He began to fuck your face faster now, the force of his thrusts bringing your nose into contact with the musky base of his cock. Each lunging movement was a reminder of his power, his hips snapping forward with a dominant precision. "Doing so g-good... letting me fuck your mouth like a tight, hungry p-pussy," he moaned, his voice breaking as he opened his eyes to watch the wreckage he was making of you. Your hands found his thighs again, gripping the corded muscle so tightly your knuckles turned white; it felt like he was trying to rip you open with the sheer size of him. Between your legs, you were a soaking mess, your own nectar coating your thighs and the balcony floor as the raw, dominant sight of him made you come right there on your knees.
He held your head in a grip, hot tears of pleasure pricking your eyes as his tip slammed against your uvula like a bell. Your muffled moans sent fresh vibrations through him, and as you instinctively swallowed around his length, his thrusts began to stutter and fail. He was so close; you could feel the tension coiling in his hips, the muscles in his legs locking tight.
He pulled out abruptly, your thick saliva coating his pulsing cock as he pumped himself frantically in front of your face. You tried to catch your breath, gasping for air, but his heavy groin practically blocked the world out as he loomed over you. "Open that pretty mouth, doll," he commanded, his voice a primal snap that brooked no argument.
You obeyed instantly, your tongue out and waiting, your face tilted up toward him. He slapped the broad, hot tip against your tongue once, twice, before finally letting out his heavy loads of semen. He painted you white, the thick, hot cream coating your tongue, your lips, and your cheek until he finally had nothing left to give. You didn't waste a drop, looking him dead in the eye with a defiant, hungry gaze as you swallowed every bit of his release, your throat working visibly to take all of him down.
Sunghoon hauled you up, his strength effortless as he pulled you into a bruising, messy kiss, tasting his own release on your tongue as if he wanted to reclaim every part of himself he'd given you. He pulled back just enough to wipe the stray, salty tears from your cheeks, his dark eyes shimmering with an obsessive, glazed-over heat. "Let me take care of you now," he rasped, his own legs heavy and weak, yet he guided you toward the sprawling king-sized bed with the single-minded focus of a man who was only just getting started.
The click of the nightstand light bathed the room in a warm, amber glow, highlighting the sharp angles of his face and the gold chain resting against his collarbone. He didn't let go, wrapping his massive frame around you from behind, his lips finding the sensitive, marked skin of your neck. The contact was electric—half-ticklish, half-lethal. "Stop teasing me, Hoonie," you whispered, the new nickname hitting him like a physical jolt to the gut.
He groaned at the sound of it, his hands sliding up to the bodice of your strapless dress. With a sudden, downward jerk, he freed your tits. You weren't wearing a bra, and they sprung out into the cool air, the tips already pebbled and aching for his touch. Sunghoon didn't hesitate; his hands came around to grope you obsessively, squeezing the soft mounds together until they overflowed between his long, elegant fingers. He began to roll your nipples between his thumbs, tugging and pinching with a pressure that made your knees buckle.
"Please—please fuck me, Hoonie—I'm so desperate," you begged, the alcohol stripping away every filter and leaving you raw. He let out a low chuckle, his chin resting on your shoulder as he pulled down the rest of the pink floral dress. The dress pooled at your feet, leaving you entirely bare in the amber light. "Bend over for me on the bed. Now," he ordered.
You scrambled onto the silk sheets, burying your face in the plush pillows and arching your back until your ass was high in the air, a silent invitation for the wreckage to come. You heard the frantic rustle of his clothes hitting the floor—the heavy thud of his shoes, the hiss of his slacks—and then the bed groaned under his massive weight. His calloused hands found your hips, his eyes darkening as he saw how soaked you were, your arousal coating your inner thighs and glistening in the light.
"So soaked... my pretty girl can't wait to be used, huh?" he teased, his voice thick with hunger. He lifted your knees, positioning you exactly where he wanted you before leaning down. His tongue lashed across your clit in one long, wet strip from front to back. You jumped, a high-pitched giggle moan escaping you as he did it again, devouring your sweetness with a greedy, expert tongue. "Perfect taste. You’re fucking perfect," he praised, his voice muffled against your flesh. Then, without warning, he sank his teeth into the soft meat of your ass. You let out a sharp whimper of pure pleasure-pain, already knowing the marks he was leaving would be dark and deep.
He grabbed his throbbing cock and lined it up with your pulsing, expectant entrance. He pushed in slowly, just the tip at first, stretching you wide until you felt like you might snap. You gasped, the sheer size of him feeling like he was tearing through your very soul. "S-so big, Hoonie... it hurts," you whined, your eyes red-rimmed and hazy as you looked back at him.
He leaned over you, his chest pressing against your bare back as he captured your lips in a deep, soul-searching kiss. "I've got you, baby. I'll be gentle until you're ready. I'll go slow," he promised, though the strain in his voice told you how much it was costing him to hold back. He began to slide in, inch by agonizing inch, until he was buried to the hilt. You breathed heavily, your insides fluttering as they finally adjusted to his massive girth. The pain dissolved into a heavy, throbbing heat that felt like a drug. "Mmm, go faster, babe... I can handle it now," you urged, batting your lashes and backing your weight up against him. You began to grind your ass against his lap, the friction sending a growl ripping through Sunghoon’s throat.
He took total, ruthless control. His hands gripped your waist like iron claws as he began to drill into you, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room alongside the scent of sex and sea salt. Each thrust was deep and rhythmic, his balls slapping against your ass with a frantic, wet thud. He reached back and delivered a sharp, stinging slap to your right cheek, the red mark blooming instantly on your pale skin. "Such a tight pussy, fuck," he hissed, his head thrown back, his veins corded in his neck. "Gonna mold myself into you... make it so only I can fit inside you."
He was relentless, his thumbs digging into your hips as he drove himself harder and harder, bruising your walls. You were crying out now, your face buried in the sheets as he slapped you again in the same spot, the sting sending a jolt of lightning straight to your clit. You felt your orgasm coiling in your lower stomach, a knot of pure fire that refused to break. He kept you on the edge, teasing you by pulling out almost entirely before slamming back in with a force that made you see stars.
"Not yet yn," he spoke, sensing your peak. "You don't get to finish until I tell you." He shifted his grip, grabbing your hair and pulling your head back so you had to watch your own reflection in the mirrored ceiling as he hammered into you. The sight of him, so dominant, sweat-slicked, and focused—pushed you even further. "Sunghoon, please! I'm gonna cum! I can't hold it," you sobbed, your body trembling.
"Let's cum together," he rasped, his voice finally breaking. He delivered three final, soul-crushing thrusts, burying himself as deep as possible, his knot expanding inside you as he spent himself. You felt the scorching heat of him filling you up like icing, your whole body shaking and convulsing around him until your knees finally gave out for good.
You crashed down into the pillows, the room spinning as Sunghoon pulled out and collapsed beside you. He lay there, his arm over his eyes, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. You sat up slowly, your body sore and buzzing, watching him with a wide, drunken smile. You climbed on top of him, your bare skin slick with sweat and the heavy, musky scent of the last hour. You straddled his hips, watching the drained man peek from under his arm as a lazy, satisfied smile spread across your face.
"What're you doing?" He chuckled. His large hands instinctively found your ass once again, his thumbs tracing the heat of your skin. You leaned down, your hair falling like a curtain around his face, and pressed a lingering, open-mouthed kiss to his chest. "I wanna go again," you stated, your voice dropping into a purr. You trailed your lips up to his neck, finding the pulse point where the skin was still hot and marked. Sunghoon closed his eyes, his head falling back into the pillows as he let you mark him up everywhere. "Still so sensitive, sweet girl," he whispered, his breath hitching as your teeth grazed his jaw.
You sat up, your hand reaching down to find his cock—already thickening and hardening again under the mere weight of your thighs. You hovered over him, the tip teasing your swollen, soaking entrance, before you sank down fast. You let out a strangled cry as he filled you up to the hilt, the stretch feeling even more intense now that you were already sensitized and bruised from before.
"Doesn't seem so sensitive to me," you giggled, your voice trembling with the fullness of him. You began to rock your hips forward in a slow, grinding circle, feeling his thick groin blunt-force its way against all your internal walls. You let out a loud, long sigh of pleasure, your muscles aching but your hunger far from satisfied.
Your hands pushed against his hard, flexed chest, riding his cock at a faster, more desperate pace now. Sunghoon watched you with a glazed, obsessive look, his hand coming up to deliver a sharp, stinging slap to your ass. The sudden shock made you jump, a high-pitched moan escaping your lips as the sting radiated through your core. He couldn't get enough of the sight of you—drunk, naked, and riding his worn-out member like your life depended on it. "You're so perfect... so fucking perfect," he praised, his voice a guttural groan. He reached up, his hands locking onto your hips and physically directing your movements, forcing you into a deeper, more punishing rhythm. "Taking all of me again. Such a greedy little thing."
You changed the pace now, holding onto his thick thighs for balance as you began to jump on his cock like a bunny. Your tits bounced wildly with every movement, your moans getting cut off as your breath hitched in your throat. With every downward plunge, you felt the tip of him hitting your lower belly—striking that deep, hidden spot that sent electricity through your entire frame.
Sunghoon sat up abruptly, his core muscles rippling as his mouth found your tit automatically. His tongue twirled the sensitive bud around, sucking on it like a hungry child while you watched from above, your head lolling back with pleasure. He moved on to the other, devouring it, his teeth grazing the tip just enough to make you shriek.
"God, Hoon, please don't stop," you moaned, throwing an arm around his neck and pulling his face deeper into your chest. He wrapped his massive arm around your waist, and suddenly he began to thrust up to meet your downward strikes. The double friction was overwhelming; you choked out a sob as literal tears of ecstasy began to track down your cheeks. His hot breaths were ghosting against your skin as he went rough, fucking your pussy with a primal, renewed urgency.
You felt your second orgasm coiling tight, the waves of pleasure crashing over you, but Sunghoon gripped your hips and held you still for a second, teasing you, refusing to let you drop yet. "Yn…," he rasped, his eyes burning into yours. "Look at me when you cum."
The tension snapped. You rode the sensation out as Sunghoon let out a final moan, coming for the third time tonight. Both of your milks combined inside you, a hot, overflowing mess that seeped out as his cock finally began to soften within your walls. You both made eye contact again, both of you flushed and completely spent, sharing a smile that felt far too intimate for two people who had just met hours ago. He leaned in, kissing you with a desperate, all-consuming passion, his tongue sweeping through your mouth as if he wanted to taste every part of you one last time.
You eventually pushed away, slowly and wetly pulling off of him. You collapsed onto the silk sheets next to him, staring up at the ceiling as you tried to remember how to breathe. Sunghoon lay there for a moment, his eyes drifting down to catch the sight of the white liquid cream dripping from between your thighs and staining the sheets.
Without a word, he rolled out of bed, standing tall and nude in the light. He disappeared into the marble bathroom, the sound of the faucet echoing for a second before he returned with a warm, wet cloth in his hand. He sat on the edge of the bed, looking at you shamelessly, his gaze trailing over every mark he’d left on your skin.
"You okay, doll?" he comforted, his voice soft and caring. You nodded, the heavy weight of sleep finally starting to pull at your eyelids. "Yeah... I'm okay," you replied, your voice a mere whisper.
"I'm going to clean you up." He folded the cloth over his hand and touched your inner thigh. The warmth made you squirm and jerk instinctively, but he held your leg still with a gentle, firm hand. He wiped the semen from your skin with slow, tender strokes, treating you like something fragile and precious. He even came back a second time to gently wipe the smudged makeup and dried tears from your cheeks, his touch incredibly light.
"Hoon, you don't have to do all this," you murmured, your eyes falling shut. He hummed in response, his thumb tracing your jawline as he cleaned off the dried tears. "What kind of man would I be to leave you like this?" he asked rhetorically. He was a man, through and through, possessive in the heat of it, and devastatingly protective in the aftermath.
He set the cloth aside and reached over to kill the light, plunging the suite into a soft, moonlit blue. He pulled the heavy duvet over both of you, making sure you were tucked in and warm. He tugged at your waist, pulling your back flush against his chest, his large arms wrapping around you like a shield. You let out a sigh of pure relief, but before sleep took you, you turned in his arms.
He already had his eyes closed, his breathing leveling out, but your delicate fingers traced the sharp line of his jaw, making him open his dark eyes one last time. You reached up for a soft, quick kiss—tender and quiet. You tucked your head under his chin, listening to the steady beat of his heart as you finally let the sleep take over.
Your eyes fluttered open, the harsh brightness of the tropical sun cutting through the floor-to-ceiling windows to wake you. You stirred, the silk sheets cool against your bare skin, until you finally sat up and looked around. The scale of the suite hit you all over again—the marble, the designer furniture, the lingering scent of expensive cologne and sex.
Suddenly, the memories of last night flooded in like a wave. The balcony. The way Sunghoon had dismantled you on this very bed. You reached out, but the space beside you was cold. He wasn't there. Your heart did a nervous little skip until you saw your clothes, the pink floral dress and nude sandals—neatly placed on a chair, folded with a precision that felt almost clinical. Suddenly, the chime of the private elevator echoed through the suite. You quickly scrambled to wrap the heavy blanket around your chest, tucking it tight as you watched the bedroom door open.
Sunghoon walked right in, looking like a different man. He was drenched in sweat, wearing charcoal grey gym gear that clung to his sculpted chest and thighs. The sight of you awake made his smile grow instantly, a warm expression. "Morning, sweet girl," he spoke first, his voice still heavy from sleep.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. His large, calloused hands cupped your face, tilting your head up for a quick, passionate kiss that tasted of mint and hard work. "I let you sleep in while I went to the gym. You looked too peaceful to wake," he whispered, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear. You blinked, trying to clear the sleep from your brain. "Do you know what time it is?" you asked, your morning voice coming out as a wrecked, breathy rasp. He checked the heavy, silver watch on his wrist. "It’s about twenty past nine."
Reality hit you like a slap. Ningning. The guys. "Shit, I should probably go," you explained, bracing yourself to get up. But the moment you shifted, a sharp, deep ache radiated from your hips and thighs. You winced, a low hiss escaping your teeth as your muscles protested the "workout" he’d given you hours prior.
Sunghoon noticed the change in your expression immediately. He reached out, his hands finding your shoulders to gently push you back down into the pillows. "Are you in pain? Did I hurt you?" he soothed, his thumbs running in slow, apologetic circles over your collarbones. You shook your head, a shy laugh escaping you as you looked up at him. "Well, of course I'm in pain. You were... relentless in between my thighs."
He let out a low chuckle, his ego clearly stroked. He stood up suddenly, disappearing into the kitchenette, and returned a moment later with a heavy silver tray. He placed it beside you, lifting the cloche to reveal an extravagant breakfast of poached eggs, smoked salmon, and a bowl of glistening fruit. "Eat up. I'll wash up and then I’ll take you back myself," he assured.
He walked into the bathroom, and seconds later, you heard the roar of the rainfall shower. You sat up carefully, keeping the blanket tucked under your arms as you picked at a strawberry. The fruit was perfectly ripe, melting in your mouth along with the blueberries you shoved in after. This wasn't just a one-night stand; the level of care, the effortless care—it felt high-end, too real, and impossible to ever get over.
As you moved the plate closer, you noticed a white, embossed piece of stationery tucked under the edge of the tray. You picked it up, popping another blueberry into your mouth as you read the elegant script. Your jaw practically hit the mattress.
“It is always a pleasure to serve the CEO of the finest company in Seoul. Enjoy your stay, Mr. Park.”
Everything suddenly clicked into place. The private garden party. The deference of the staff. The suite that cost more than a year of your life. The arrogant, dominant confidence that felt like it was bred into his bones. You hadn't just crashed a party; you had spent the night being wrecked by one of the most richest men in the country.
You stared at the paper, your mind racing. You grabbed your phone from the nightstand, your fingers stumbling as you opened the group chat with the others. You typed out a single, snarky comment:
YN: Woke up next to a billionaire. Don’t save me.
You clicked the phone shut just as the shower turned off. You tucked the paper back where you found it, trying to act casual. Sunghoon walked out a moment later, a white towel hanging dangerously low on his hips, his V-line showing just right. Droplets of water clung to his pale, muscular skin, trailing down his abs as he walked toward you.
He leaned over the bed, picking up a strawberry from your plate and tossing it into his mouth. He watched you with an adoring gaze, looking like a man completely captivated. "You're so beautiful like this. I could stay in this room with you all day," he murmured. The weight of who he was didn't intimidate you—it thrilled you. You reached up, wrapping your arms around his damp neck and pulling him down toward you. You giggled against his lips, tasting the sweetness of the fruit as you kissed him deeply.
"Then let's be here all day," you whispered.
And as he hovered over you—you knew you were exactly where you were meant to be.
ex!jungwon x f!reader…jungwon gets jealous seeing you with other people and decides to give you a punishment…:(
it’s always the ones with the sweet innocent faces. one second, you were walking through the crowd, scanning for your friend, and the next, you were shoved into the cramped laundry room. the door clicked shut, cutting off the thumping bass of the music, leaving only the sound of your own panicked breathing.
before you could even snap at him, his mouth was on yours. it wasn't a sweet reunion; it was pure filth of jealousy.
"you think i didn't see you flirting with jake?" he hissed against your skin, his voice low that it made your knees buckle. his lips traveled down to your neck, where he began to suck. he was leaving a mark, a dark, violet brand that would tell everyone exactly you both were back together.
"jungwon…" you breathed, your head thumping back against the wall.
his tongue was down your throat in an instant, tasting like the drink he had earlier. he grabbed your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh, and moved you up, settling onto the washer.
as much as you hated him right now, your body remembered him. the breakup had been over something stupid, a flare-up of tempers that neither of you was mature enough to fix. but feeling him like this, reminded you why you never really left.
he pulled back just enough to unzip his jeans, his breath coming in heavy. his cock snapped free, thick and weeping, twitching against his lower belly. his eyes didn't leave yours as his hands found the hem of your short dress, shoving it up to your waist and hooking your panties to the side.
"i fucking hate it when you talk to other guys," he hissed, his voice breaking. "they don't get to touch you. only i can."
he didn't give you a second to adjust. he lunged forward, his heavy groin burying itself inside you with one ruthless, unpracticed shove. you let out a strangled cry, your fingers digging into his shoulders as he filled you to the absolute limit. he was mad—you could feel it in the way he moved, his thrusts frantic and deep, his blunt head slamming into your cervix hard.
"this dress," he gasped, his hands gripping your thighs and spreading them wider so he could get deeper. "did you wear this for me? to get my attention?"
he lost all control, the washer beneath you was shaking, the rhythmic banging of your bodies against the metal echoing in the small room, but you didn't care. the music outside was a million miles away. there was only the heat of him and the way he was stretching you open.
"won, you're going so hard—" you whimpered, your vision blurring. you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him in even further, wanting to feel every vein and every throb of his length.
one hand stayed locked on your waist, bruising the skin, while his other hand dove between your legs. his thumb found your clit, rubbing it with a rough, needy friction that made you sob. he was ruining you, marking your pussy, and the sheer jealousy coming off him only made you slicker.
the heat in the small room was too much. you reached up, clawing at the neckline of your dress until your tits popped free, gleaming under the dim light. you didn't wait for him—you caught your own nipples between your fingers, pinching and rolling the buds until you had to bit your lip to keep from screaming.
jungwon’s eyes went dark, practically glazed with hunger as he watched you touch yourself for him. he couldn't help it—he leaned in, his mouth catching your right nipple and sucking it deep, moaning against the skin like a starved animal. your hand gripped the cabinet next to your head, knuckles white, while his thrusts continued rapidly, drilling into you without mercy.
he was obsessed, his face buried in your chest as he licked a path to the other side, devouring you. his mouth and his cock worked in a cruel, perfect rhythm, making you feel that familiar, heavy ache deep in your stomach.
"just stay with me," he choked out, finally detaching from your skin. his voice was wrecked, cracking with every desperate, thrust. "fucking hate jake. let's get back together, okay? tell me you're mine. tell me i’m the only one who gets to do this to you."
you couldn't even think. your body was a live wire, your climax coiling so tight you felt like you were going to snap. "okay," you sobbed into his neck, your fingers tangling in his hair. "i'm yours. won, i’m gonna cum!"
he sped up, hitting your sweet spot one last time until you came violently. your walls clenched around him in a desperate, milking rhythm. jungwon let out a whimper, his spine arching as he buried himself as deep as possible, his hot, thick release exploding inside you, mixing with your own slickness.
he stayed there for a moment, forehead resting against yours, both of you panting in the dark. slowly, he pulled out, the wet sound of his exit making you shiver. you felt the love milk begin to spill out of you, running down and onto the washer.
jungwon reached down, his fingers catching the mess as it leaked from your swollen hole. he brought his hand to your mouth, and you didn't hesitate; you took his fingers into your mouth, sucking them clean, tasting the salty musk of the both of you.
"i'm so in love with you," he whispered, his thumb tracing your bottom lip. "let’s not break up again.”
sel speaks: for my sweet anon!! hehe, this is the last piece i release until i upload my special fic. stay tune for it and keep your eyes open for the taglist! <333
hellooo haii my amazing talented moot 🙊 it has been a hot HOT minute bc ive been lwk depressed since march 10th but im back in business and ready to request for you ૮꒰˶ฅ́˘ฅ̀˶꒱ა i may be a die hard jake bias but jungwon has been wrecking me lately 🤤 so im gonna request a small smutty jungwon drabble ૮₍ ˶•⤙•˶ ₎ა maybe like exes to lovers or something more idkidkkk and throw in a handful of jealous!jungwon and like hate sex bc i KNOWW hes such a jealous man 🙈🙈 take your time w this ofcofc bc ik i dont give you much to work w LMAO😭 butttttt thank you so mucchhiee mwah mwah
- ☀️ anon
hiii my sweet anon! i love this request, i will definitely do it 😜. i’m currently writing a veryyy long one-shot, and it’ll be nice to write something else and keep me distracted hehehe. i was WONDERING if i was ever going to hear from you anytime SOONNN. lol, aren’t we all sad? but it’s best to move forward and support future activities. kisses <3333
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ohhhhh this means so much to me!!! 🥹 ty for the 1000 followers, you have no idea how happy i am. i truly love writing, it brings me peace—so seeing that i have many people support me is surreal but also incredible. i could cry, u’re all amazing. from the bottom of my heart, thank you :(.
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