#squidgame 3

Your phone buzzes incessantly on your desk, pulling you from the monotonous spreadsheet glaring back at you from your computer screen. It's him again—In-ho, hiding behind his username sg.132_frontman like some digital phantom.

You glance around the office, ensuring no nosy coworkers are peeking over your shoulder, before unlocking your screen. The notification previews a photo, and your stomach flips. Not again.

You tap into the DMs, and there it is—a mirror selfie of In-ho flexing his biceps, shirtless, sweat glistening under gym lights.

sg.132_frontman: Thinking about how these arms wrapped around you last time. Miss burying my face in your neck while you squirm. What's your scent today, baby? Bet it's driving me crazy from here.

Heat rushes to your cheeks, but you can't help the smirk. Filthy bastard.

You: At work, idiot. Keep it PG or I'll block you.

sg.132_frontman: PG? Nah, you love it dirty. Remember that night? You are begging for more.

Attached is another photo—his hand gripping himself through his pants, outline clear as day. Your thighs clench involuntarily under your desk, legs curling despite the air-conditioned chill. God, he's relentless.

It's been like this for weeks: him turning your inbox into a personal porn hub. Dick pics at midnight.

sg.132_frontman: This is what you do to me. Come milk it dry.

Or that one of his cum splattered across a marble sink, white streaks glistening.

sg.132_frontman: Wasted without you here to lick it up. Miss your tongue, princess.

You: You're disgusting. And desperate.

But your heart races, a mix of annoyance and that undeniable pull—the tension that's been simmering since you first crossed that forbidden line with your appa's best friend.

sg.132_frontman: Desperate for you. Tell me how wet you are right now. Bet your panties are ruined.

You bite your lip, glancing at the clock. Lunch break soon. Maybe you can sneak to the bathroom and...No. Focus.

You: Missed me? Then stop sending evidence that could get us caught.

sg.132_frontman: 🤣🤣🤣

sg.132_frontman: I miss everything. Your moans, your taste. Work's shit without you to vent to. Today? Dealt with idiot investors. I wish I could bend you over my desk instead.

It's true, he treats you like his open diary. Messages about board meetings, rival companies, even his coffee preferences, all laced with that undercurrent of hunger.

sg.132_frontman: I miss how you feel around me. Tight, warm, perfect.

You shift in your seat, the office suddenly too hot.

Back home that evening, the family chaos provides a stark contrast. Your appa, Gi-hun, lounges on the couch, rambling to your halmeoni about In-ho.

" Ah, I miss that guy! We should visit. His house is like a palace—free food, free booze, free everything!"

He grins like a kid, but halmeoni swats him with a dish towel. " Yah, Gi-hun! Greedy much? Act your age, not like a beggar!"

Gi-hun pouts dramatically, crossing his arms. " But eomma, it's friendship! Sharing is caring!"

You stifle a laugh from the kitchen, heart pounding at the secret. If only they knew the "sharing" you and In-ho were doing.

Up in your room, door locked, you escape into your writing. Tumblr's your sanctuary—one-shot stories pouring out. Tonight, it's a filthy smut piece about a forbidden lover, inspired by...well, reality.

Fingers fly over the keyboard: "He pinned her against the wall, whispering dirty promises as he thrust deep..."

You post it anonymously, cheeks flushing at how it mirrors your life. Your phone rings, shattering the quiet. In-ho's name flashes.

You answer, voice hushed. " What now? More pics?"

His chuckle is low, velvet-smooth, sending shivers down your spine. " Hey, baby. No pics this time. I need the real thing."

His voice husky with need. " It's been months since I saw you in person. Phone sex is fun…hearing you cum while I stroke myself, but I'm done. I want to touch you, taste you. Feel you clench around me for real."

You swallow hard, core throbbing at his words. " In-ho, I can't just—"

" Listen…" He interrupts, excitement edging his tone.

" I booked tickets to the Maldives. Private villa, ocean views. Already reserved the hotel…overwater bungalow, king bed. We leave Friday."

Your eyes widen. " What? I have work! Piles of reports due this month. I can't file leave—"

" Already handled." He says smugly.

" Talked to your boss. He's approved for two weeks."

You narrow your eyes, even though he can't see. " How? You bribed him?"

He laughs, that deep, infuriating sound that makes your stomach flip. " Business partners for years. Owed me a favor. Easy peasy."

You roll your eyes, flopping back on your bed. " Fine, but appa? Gi-hun will freak out if I say I'm jetting off to paradise alone. He'll think I'm kidnapped or eloping."

" Tell him a friend's treating you." In-ho suggests, voice turning coaxing.

" You're an adult, baby. He's not strict—he'll buy it."

You scoff, propping yourself on elbows. " Not strict? You don't know his dramatic side. He'll pout for days, call every hour—'Are you safe? Did you eat? Don't talk to strangers!'"

In-ho bursts out laughing, the sound warm and teasing. " Sounds adorable. Like father, like daughter—you pout when I tease you too."

" Shut up." You mutter, but a smile tugs at your lips.

" This is crazy. Sneaking around like teenagers."

" But hot, right?" His voice drops, dirty talk slipping in.

" Imagine…You, me, on that beach. I'll fuck you under the stars, make you scream my name till the waves drown it out. No more hiding—just us, my cock buried deep, your nails in my back."

You whimper softly, hand drifting lower despite yourself. " In-ho..."

" Say yes." He urges, tension thick.

" I need you. Now."

You hesitate, heart racing. " Fine. But if appa finds out—"

" He won't. Trust me." His promise seals it, laced with promise of more filth to come.

As you hang up, excitement mixes with nerves. The Maldives awaits—sun, sea, and sin with the man you shouldn't want. But god, you do.

…

Days tick by in a blur after In-ho's call, each one ratcheting up that heavy tension coiling in your gut like a spring ready to snap. You've packed in secret—bikinis that would make your appa faint, lingerie In-ho would tear off with his teeth while dodging family small talk.

Your phone vibrates constantly with his messages.

sg.132_frontman: Can't wait to pin you against the villa wall, baby. Miss that tight little—

You delete them mid-read, cheeks burning, legs crossing under your desk at work. He's insatiable, weaving filthy promises into updates about his day, like how a board meeting bored him stiff until he imagined you under the table.

The secrecy amps everything—the chaos, your snappy replies, but god, the sexual pull has you aching for release.

Now, the real hurdle: telling appa. You steel yourself, heart pounding not just from nerves but from the thrill of what awaits in the Maldives. Sun-kissed skin, ocean waves masking your moans as In-ho devours you.

Focus. You head downstairs, the aroma of fresh coffee hitting you first. Gi-hun's sprawled on the couch, newspaper crinkled in one hand, mug steaming in the other. His glasses perch on his nose, giving him that endearingly rumpled look.

You plop beside him, wrapping your arms around his waist in a tight hug. He stiffens, confused, then lets out a dramatic sigh, rolling his eyes so hard you're surprised they don't pop out.

" Yah, what's this?" He grumbles, folding the paper with exaggerated care.

" Hugs out of nowhere? You only do this when you want something. Out with it…what's the favor this time? New shoes? Money for that fancy coffee shop?"

You pull back, pouting like a pro, batting your lashes for effect. " Appa, it's not like that! Well...okay, maybe a little. But hear me out."

You take a deep breath, launching into the scripted lie In-ho fed you. " One of my friends is inviting me on a trip to the Maldives. It's their treat…everything's paid for. They already booked the flight and hotel, and they said if I say no, it'll be rude. Please? It's just for a week or so."

Gi-hun's brows shoot up like they've been launched by rockets. He sets his mug down with a clink, turning to you with wide, betrayed eyes. " Maldives? Without me? How can you abandon your poor appa like this?"

He grabs your shoulders, shaking them gently at first, then more vigorously, making your vision blur and your head spin. " Do you know that's my dream spot? White sands, crystal water…ah, the buffets! And you're leaving me here with instant ramen?"

" Appa, stop!" You laugh, dizzy and swatting at his hands.

" It's not my choice—they're treating me! I can't just drag you along."

He releases you, slumping back with a huff, but then his lower lip trembles. Full-on dramatic mode: eyes watering, shoulders heaving in fake sobs.

" My own daughter...betraying me for paradise. Waaah, like a kid without candy! What did I do to deserve this cruelty?"

He's wailing now, fists rubbing at his eyes like a toddler in a tantrum. The commotion draws halmeoni from the kitchen, her apron dusted with flour, wooden spoon in hand like a weapon.

" What's all this noise? Gi-hun, are you dying or something?" She eyes the scene, you trying not to giggle, appa mid-sob.

" Eomma!" Gi-hun whines, pointing at you accusingly.

" She's abandoning me! Going to the Maldives with friends without inviting her appa! It's paradise, and I'm stuck here!"

Halmeoni sighs deeply, pinching the bridge of her nose before marching over. Without warning, she grabs Gi-hun's side and twists, hard.

He yelps, winching away like he's been shot. " Ow! Eomma, that hurts!"

" Childish fool." She scolds, voice sharp but fond.

" Acting like a baby at your age. She's grown up…let her go have fun!"

" But...but Maldives!" Gi-hun pouts, rubbing his side.

" I wanna go too. Take me, princess?"

Halmeoni rolls her eyes heavenward. " Yah, agree already. She's an adult; she doesn't need your permission for everything."

Then, with a mischievous glint, she turns to you. " Besides, who knows? Some handsome foreigner might catch your eye. Tall, tanned—sweep you off your feet."

Appa's pout vanishes, replaced by a wide-eyed alarm.

He bolts upright, gripping your arm. " No! Absolutely not! You can admire the beaches, the fish…whatever…but no guys. Men these days are trash, full of tricks. Stay away!"

Halmeoni smirks, crossing her arms. " Oh? And what are you, then? A man, and trash yourself."

Gi-hun stomps his foot, face reddening. " I'm not like that! I'm a good man!"

She snorts. " That's why your wife left you, huh? All that reckless gambling, drinking and trash behavior through and through."

" That was the past!" He protests, voice cracking dramatically.

" I've changed! Reformed! A model citizen now!"

Halmeoni waves him off, already turning away.

" Keep telling yourself that." She mutters, disappearing back to the kitchen with a final eye roll.

The room falls quiet, tension easing into something softer. Gi-hun sighs, deflating like a balloon. He scoots closer, pulling you into a real hug this time.

His hand brushes your hair gently, fingers combing through the strands with paternal care. " Fine, fine. Go with your friends. Have fun, my little princess."

His voice drops, serious now. " But promise me…be careful. It's a foreign country; bad people everywhere. Scams, creeps...I just want you safe. You're the only woman who matters to me right now, you know? After everything..."

Your chest tightens, not just from his words, but the secret weighing on you. If he knew about In-ho…

You nod, hugging him back. " I promise, appa. I'll be safe. Call you every day, okay?"

He smiles, warm and genuine, pressing a kiss to your forehead. " Good girl. Now, go pack. But no flirting with those 'handsome foreigners,' hear me?"

You laugh, pulling away, but inside, the tension surges. In-ho's latest message buzzes in your pocket.

sg.132_frontman: One week till I have you screaming my name. Pack light...clothes optional."

Heat floods you, a mix of guilt and giddy anticipation. Teasing in the family household, but the heavy pull toward forbidden bliss? That's all yours.

…

The airport parking lot buzzes with the chaos of departures—honking taxis, rolling suitcases, harried families, but your eyes zero in on him instantly. In-ho stands by his sleek black SUV, leaning against the door with that effortless confidence that makes your pulse stutter.

He's dressed for the beach already: a crisp white polo hugging his broad shoulders and chest, khaki shorts that show off toned legs begging for your nails to dig in, a baseball hat pulled low, and sunglasses perched on his nose.

He looks hot—hotter than the midday sun beating down on the asphalt, radiating that magnetic pull that has you clenching your thighs before you've even said hello.

God, months apart have only amplified it, turning every glance into foreplay. He spots you dragging your suitcase, and his face lights up with a grin that's equal parts boyish and predatory.

" There she is…" He calls, striding over.

Before you can protest, he's enveloping you in a warm hug, arms wrapping around your waist like they belong there. You chuckle as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply, his breath hot against your skin.

" Mmm, fuck, I missed this scent. You smell like sin and sunshine…been driving me crazy thinking about it."

" In-ho." You murmur, half-laughing, half-breathless, the tension coiling tighter as his body presses against yours.

It's been too long; his touch ignites sparks, sexual undercurrents crackling like live wires. He pulls back just enough to smirk, eyes hidden behind those shades but voice dripping with intent.

" Missed you so damn much, baby. Maybe we skip the flight altogether? Head straight to my apartment…let me dive between those thighs instead. Been starving for your taste; I'd eat you out till you're begging for mercy."

You swat his chest, cheeks flushing as you glance around the lot—families nearby, a security guard strolling past. " Yah! We're in public, you pervert. Keep that filthy mouth shut or I'll leave you here solo."

He throws his head back and laughs, that deep, rumbling sound that vibrates through you, stoking the fire. Before you can dodge, he steals a kiss—quick but possessive, lips claiming yours with a hint of tongue that leaves you dizzy.

" Can't help it. You're too tempting. Fine, Maldives it is, but don't think I won't make good on that promise later." He grabs your suitcase with ease, muscles flexing under the polo as he loads it into the trunk.

" This week's gonna be epic." He says, excitedly lacing his words as you both slide into the car.

" You, me, no interruptions. I've been counting down the days—hell, the hours."

The drive to the terminal is a blur of bickering and teasing, his hand occasionally drifting to your thigh, squeezing just enough to remind you of what's coming.

Check-in flies by, and soon you're boarding the high-class flight—first class, of course, courtesy of his connections. Plush leather seats, champagne waiting, privacy screens for discretion.

He gestures grandly. " Window or aisle, princess?"

" Window." You declare, settling in with a satisfied sigh. Fifth row, perfect view of the tarmac.

As the plane taxis, you lean your head on his shoulder, inhaling his cologne—clean, masculine, mixed with that underlying heat that's pure In-ho. He's already pulled out his laptop, fingers flying over the keys.

You peek at the screen: spreadsheets, emails, business jargon. " Seriously? Working on vacation? We're not even airborne, and you're Mr. CEO again."

He chuckles without looking up, but his free hand slides to your knee, thumb circling lazily—innocent enough for the public, but the promise in it sends shivers up your spine.

" Blame the clients, baby. Urgent doc changes—some idiot investor flipped the script last minute. Gotta wrap this up now."

You pout, nudging his arm. " Excuses. Thought this was our escape. No work, just...us."

His typing pauses, and he turns, voice dropping to that husky timbre that melts you. " Oh, it's us, alright. Once we land? No disturbances. Phone off, laptop buried. I'll pour every ounce of attention into you."

His hand inches higher, fingers brushing the hem of your skirt, dirty talk weaving in seamlessly. " Gonna feel you again—slow at first, teasing that sweet spot till you're dripping. Then hard, baby, burying myself deep while you moan my name. Miss how you clench around me, like you were made for my cock."

You squirm in your seat, heat pooling between your legs, the cabin suddenly too warm despite the AC.

" In-ho." You hiss, swatting his hand away half-heartedly, but your voice betrays you—breathless and needy. He grins, unrepentant, leaning in to whisper against your ear.

" See? Already worked up. Good—saves time for when I have you spread out in that villa, screaming for more." He resumes typing, but his pinky hooks yours, a small anchor amid the storm of desire.

The plane lifts off, and you watch the city shrink below, heart racing not from takeoff, but from him.

The sexual pull?

It's a tidal wave, pulling you under, and you can't wait to drown.

…

The turquoise waters of the Maldives shimmer like a dream as the seaplane touches down, but your body feels like it's been through a blender—jet lag hitting hard, turning your limbs to lead and your head to fog.

In-ho's right beside you, ever the attentive shadow, his hand on your lower back guiding you through the arrival chaos.

" You okay, baby? Looking a bit pale." He murmurs, scanning your face for the umpteenth time.

His concern is sweet, but it's laced with that tension, his touch lingering just a second too long, fingers brushing your hip in a way that sparks electricity despite your exhaustion.

" I'm fine." You insist, waving him off as you grab your carry-on from the attendant.

" Just need a coffee or something. Let's hit the beach already."

He snorts, grabbing your bag before you can protest.

" Bullshit. You're wobbling like a newborn fawn. Hotel first—rest, then fun." His voice is firm, but there's a playful glint in his eyes, the kind that promises more than sleep.

You bicker the whole speedboat ride to the resort, him insisting you're fragile, you retorting you're not some damsel. By the time you check into the overwater villa—plush, private, with a king-size bed overlooking the ocean, and he's done negotiating.

" In-ho, seriously, I'm—"

Your words cut off as he scoops you up effortlessly, tossing you onto the massive bed like you're a feather. You bounce once, gasping, before he climbs on, pinning you with his body. His arms lock around you, a human cage of muscle and heat, his hat and sunglasses discarded on the nightstand.

" What the hell?"

" Rest." He commands, voice low and teasing, but his lips graze your neck, nibbling softly. You whimper involuntarily, the sensation shooting straight to your core.

" Or I'll make you." His breath is hot against your skin, whispering dirty secrets.

" Been dying to taste you here, baby. Spread those legs and let me lick you clean…bet you're already wet just from this."

You swat his shoulder, half-scolding, half-laughing. " Yah! We're barely in the door, and you're already filthy? Get off, perv—we're supposed to be vacationing, not...this."

He chuckles darkly, not budging, his teeth grazing your collarbone. " Filthy? You love it. I really want to be inside you right now—feels like I'm dying, weeks without that tight heat gripping me.”

“ The last time I saw you? That jealousy bullshit with David on your Instagram. Posted that pic with him, and I lost it—drove across the city just to claim you, prove you're mine alone." His hand slides under your shirt, thumb circling your navel, tension thickening the air like humidity.

You swat him again, cheeks burning at the memory—his possessive frenzy that night, marking you up like territory. " Thank god appa didn't spot those hickeys. You'd be dead."

In-ho's laugh rumbles through his chest, vibrating against you. " Should've put more—neck, thighs, everywhere. Let the world know I own this body."

He nips your earlobe, drawing another whimper. You both dissolve into chuckles, the comedy cutting through the heat as you hug him tighter, bodies molding together in that forbidden familiarity.

Pulling back slightly, you cup his face. " Thank you, though—for all this. The treats, the instant getaway. But you shouldn't blow so much money on me. If you miss me, I can sneak out, adjust my schedule. We don't need extravagance."

His eyes soften, but that predatory purr returns as he nuzzles your neck. " You deserve it, baby. I'd spend millions…trillions…if it means having you here, even if it's forbidden as hell. Sneaking around's hot, but this? Us, alone? Worth every penny."

You sigh, tracing his jaw. " I'm fine with simple stuff—cooking Buldak in your apartment, mukbang sessions on the couch. As long as I see you, spend time...Feels like I'm your sugar baby otherwise."

He growls playfully, biting your neck just hard enough to make you moan, arching into him. " Mmm, sugar baby? I'd be your daddy any day—spoil you rotten, then fuck you senseless as payment."

His hips shift, pressing his growing hardness against your thigh. You swat him harder, laughing through the flush. " Stop! You're impossible."

In-ho pulls back, grinning, but his expression turns sincere. " Brought you here 'cause I sensed the stress—work's been killing you, baby. Bags under your eyes in those pics, voice tired on calls.”

“ I want you to rest, enjoy. I'm taking care of you; it hurts seeing you worn out. Short vacay—just think about yourself...and me, if you insist." He winks, but the care in his words melts you.

You laugh, grabbing his cheeks and pulling him into a kiss. He closes his eyes, deepening it instantly—tongues tangling, slow and hungry. He grinds his hips, his erection straining against his shorts, hot and insistent against you.

" In-ho…" You gasp, pulling away as needed.

" Not now. Vacation first—views, beach, before your horniness takes over."

He groans dramatically, thrusting once more for emphasis. " But you're staring at the best view already...my ripped body, this aching cock dripping pre-cum 'cause you always leave me with blue balls."

You swat his arm, scolding through giggles. " Yah! Filthy animal…control yourself!"

He bursts into louder laughter, rolling off but keeping you caged in his arms. Jet lag forgotten, you're lost in him—the tease, care, and that undeniable pull toward sin.

…

The sun hangs high over the Maldives, painting the world in vibrant blues and whites, but the real heat comes from In-ho's gaze trailing you like a shadow. Jet lag lingers in your bones, but excitement overrides it as you step out of the villa, digital camera slung around your neck.

" Come on, slowpoke." You tease, grabbing his wrist and yanking him toward the palm-fringed paths.

He's in a loose linen shirt and shorts, looking every bit the vacation god, but you won't admit how his casual flex makes your pulse quicken.

" Easy, baby…I'm coming." He grumbles, but his fingers lace with yours, a subtle claim that sends sparks up your arm.

You snap photos left and right: iridescent fish darting in shallow lagoons, swaying coconut trees, even a hermit crab scuttling across powdery sand.

" This place is magic." You murmur, zooming in on a blooming hibiscus.

In-ho huffs dramatically, striking a pose against a thatched hut. " Hey, capture this Adonis for posterity. Make me look heroic."

You grin mischievously, waiting until he flexes then snaps just as a seagull photobombs him, making his "heroic" stance look ridiculous.

" Yah! That's not fair…delete it!" He pouts like a sulky child, arms crossed, lower lip jutting out.

You burst into laughter, doubling over. " But it's perfect! My big bad Frontman, defeated by a bird."

He lunges playfully, trying to grab the camera, but you dodge, dragging him onward. " Next spot...let's go!"

The teasing is light, but his mock growls hide a deeper hunger, eyes darkening as they roam your sundress-clad figure. While you're engrossed in framing a sunset-tinged reef, In-ho hangs back, his focus solely on you.

The way your hair catches the breeze, lips parted in awe—god, you're breathtaking. He slips his phone out, snapping candids: one of you laughing at the waves, another mid-twirl, sundress fluttering to reveal sun-kissed thighs.

If this weren't forbidden, he'd plaster them everywhere—Instagram stories of you glowing, or those explicit ones from his private stash, your body arched in ecstasy.

" My muse." He thinks, cock twitching at the memory of you writhing under him. You inspire his every filthy fantasy, his drive in boardrooms paling to the high of claiming you.

" In-ho!" You spin, calling his name.

He shoves the phone in his pocket lightning-fast, whistling innocently. " What? Just admiring the view."

His smirk is too knowing, the tension is crackling like static. You narrow your eyes but let it slide, the pull between you unspoken but electric.

Hunger hits next, leading you to the bustling food stalls lining the beachfront. Aromas of grilled seafood and spices waft through the air.

" I want to try everything." You declare, eyes wide at skewers, curries, and tropical fruits.

In-ho chuckles, wrapping an arm around your waist—possessive, warm. " Grab it all, baby. My treat."

You lean in, whispering conspiratorially, " But it's so overpriced. Tourists traps everywhere."

His hand squeezes your hip, thumb brushing skin in a way that makes you bite your lip.

" Money's nothing." He murmurs back, voice dropping low.

" If you want the whole stall, say the word—I'll buy it just to watch you devour it...like I'd devour you later. Slow, thorough, licking every drop." His breath is hot on your ear, sending shivers despite the tropical warmth.

You pout, cheeks flushing. " Not everything's about your wallet or your dick. Maybe find a cheaper spot?"

He rolls his eyes theatrically, but you drag him anyway, his laughter trailing. You halt at a modest stall run by an elderly lady, her weathered face hopeful but shelves bare of customers. Instinct draws you—something about her reminds you of home.

" Hello…" You greet, scanning her offerings: simple mas huni, fried yams, homemade roshees.

" We'll take two of everything."

She beams faintly. " You're my first today, dear. Times are tough."

Your heart clenches, a pang of empathy twisting inside. You accept a warm roshee, biting in—flavors explode, coconut and spice just like halmeoni's cooking. " Oh my god, this is incredible!"

You thrust a piece at In-ho. " Try it."

He nibbles, eyes widening. " Damn, that's good. Tastes like heaven—reminds me of...well, you."

He winks, but aloud. " Best I've had, aunty. You're a genius."

The old lady's eyes mist, touched. Inspiration strikes.

" We need to fix this." You mutter, then cup your hands and yell.

" Hey everyone! Best food in the Maldives right here…authentic, mouthwatering, better than any fancy resort! Come try—it's life-changing!"

Tourists swivel, In-ho's jaw dropping in shock.

" What the hell?" He hisses, tugging your arm.

" Baby, stop! We're drawing a crowd."

You grin defiantly. " It's a promotion! She deserves customers...look at her smile."

You keep shouting. " Fresh, delicious—don't miss out!"

Curiosity wins; people trickle over, sampling, buying. Soon, her stall buzzes, the lady overwhelmed with joy.

In-ho shakes his head, amused despite himself. " You're insane, you know that? But hot when you're bossy."

As the crowd swells, you grab his hand, weaving out. " Quick escape before they mob us."

Back on the path, he pulls you close, voice husky. " That was sweet, baby. But now? I want my reward—maybe bend you over right here, fuck you senseless for being so damn irresistible."

You swat him, laughing, but the tension surges, bodies brushing with promise. The day fades into heated glances, your secret paradise alive with forbidden fire.

…

The sun dips low, casting golden hues over the Maldives as you and In-ho trudge back to the villa after hours of island-hopping. Your feet ache from sandy paths and stall-dashing, but the real comedy is In-ho's grumbling.

" My bones are screaming, baby…feels like I'm a hundred." He whines, rubbing his back dramatically as you unlock the door.

" All this walking for what? Views? I'd rather view you naked on the bed."

You laugh, teasing mercilessly. " Aww, poor old man. Getting grumpy in your golden years? Maybe I should find a younger guy to keep up."

The words are playful, but they ignite that heavy tension, his eyes narrowing with a predatory spark. In-ho stops short, pulling you against him roughly, his voice dropping to that filthy growl that sends shivers racing down your spine.

" Old? Baby, this 'old man' could fuck you senseless right now—bend you over, stretch that tight pussy till you're begging for mercy. Age means experience; I'd have you cumming so hard you'd forget your name."

Heat floods your core. The tension crackled like lightning, but you shove him lightly, bickering to mask the ache building between your legs.

Inside the villa, you collapse onto the king-size bed with a dramatic flop, sighing in relief. In-ho joins seconds later, yanking off his shirt to reveal that sculpted torso—rippling abs, broad chest dusted with hair that makes your mouth water.

He clings to you like a koala, wrapping around your body as if you'll vanish. His large hand sneaks under your sundress, cupping and squeezing your breast, thumb circling your nipple through the fabric until it pebbles.

" In-ho!" You scold, squirming half-heartedly.

" Calm down for five minutes—we just got back!"

He mutters against your neck, breath hot and insistent. " Calm? Never around you, princess. One look and I'm rock hard—your curves, your scent...fuck, I need to bury myself inside you now."

Dirty talk drips from his lips and promises stoking the fire, but you shove him away gently, standing up amid his grumbled protests.

" Is there a private pool here?" You ask, smirking as you head to the bathroom.

He squints from the bed, propping on elbows. " Yeah, full package...I rented the whole damn thing. Private everything. Why?"

" Stay put." You command, giggling like a mischievous kid as you grab the swimsuit from your suitcase.

In the bathroom, you slip it on—a skimpy two-piece from an online impulse buy, strings tying at hips and neck, fabric barely containing your curves.

Biting your lip, you scan the mirror: the way it hugs your breasts, accentuates your ass.

But insecurity creeps in—stretch marks spidering across your hips and thighs, your stomach soft and chubby from loving food too much.

Articles and videos flash in your mind: men's forums judging "imperfect" bodies, calling them turn-offs. What if In-ho sees and...recoils? You don't want to kill the vibe, but this is payback for his spoiling—surprise him, make him wild.

Screw it. You love your body; food's worth it. With a deep breath, you step out, posing confidently in the doorway.

" In-ho~"

His head snaps up, eyes widening like saucers. He bites his lip hard, gaze raking over you—hungry, feral. " Holy fuck."

In a blur, he's off the bed, striding over to wrap his arms around your waist. Before you can react, he hoists you up, legs wrapping around him instinctively as he carries you back and tosses you onto the mattress.

You bounce with a yelp, but his mouth crashes onto yours, kissing hungrily—tongue invading, devouring like a starved man. The heat explodes, his body pins you, erection grinding against your thigh through his shorts.

You try pushing his chest, gasping. " Wait—"

But he grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head with one hand, the other roaming your side.

He growls low, voice rough with need. " So fucking sexy...look at you, teasing me in this scrap of nothing. Can't hold back anymore, baby. I want you…gonna rip this off and fuck you deep, make you scream my name till the neighbors hear."

" I...I bought this online." You manage, voice breathy.

" Wanted to show you as a surprise for all you've done. But...pool first?"

His dark eyes lock on yours, pupils blown with lust. " Goddess either way—clothed or bare. Fuck the swimsuit; you'd slay naked."

He groans, hips grinding harder, his hardness pressing insistently. " Pool after...let me fuck you first. Pound into that wet heat, fill you up till you're dripping my cum. Then you can 'wash' it off."

You grab his chin, forcing his gaze. " Later—you can have me all night, anyway. But now? Pool. I wanna sink in, relax."

He whispers filthily, smirking. " Sink anytime you want, baby—on my cock, my face. Why need a pool when I've got what you crave?"

The dirty implication makes you whimper, but you swat his arm. " Yah! Perv—let go!"

Laughing through the tension, he finally relents with a dramatic groan, helping you up. His hand lingers on your ass as he leads you to the private pool—moonlit water lapping at the edges, stars overhead.

It's a promise of unraveling soon, bodies and secrets tangled in ecstasy.

…

The moon hangs low over the Maldives, silver light dancing on the private pool's surface like scattered diamonds. You sink into the cool water up to your shoulders, sighing in bliss as the chill laps at your skin, washing away the day's fatigue. The villa's infinity edge blurs the line between pool and ocean, stars twinkling above in a velvet sky.

" This is heaven." You murmur, arms floating lazily, eyes tracing the horizon where waves whisper secrets to the shore.

Jet lag? Forgotten.

Insecurities from the mirror? Drowned out by the serenity.

But In-ho? He's not admiring the view. Submerged to his chest on the opposite side, arms braced on the edge, his gaze burns into you like laser-focused hunger. Water droplets cling to his broad shoulders, tracing paths down his chiseled abs, but his face is a mask of restrained torment.

That swimsuit—god, it's his undoing. The skimpy fabric hugs your curves, water making it cling translucently, highlighting every dip and swell.

His boner throbs painfully under his shorts, a relentless ache that's been building since you posed in the doorway. He shifts, trying to build self-control, jaw clenched like he's battling a storm. One wrong move, and he'll snap.

Your eyes catch his, that intense stare pulling you in like gravity. You smirk, teasing lilt in your voice. " What's wrong, oppa? Cat got your tongue? Or is the water too cold for your...ego?"

He doesn't answer, just stares harder, dark eyes devouring you from afar. The sexual pull is electric, unspoken promises hanging heavy. You swim toward him slowly, deliberately, water parting like silk.

Emerging in front of him, you stand, droplets cascading down your body, then ease onto his lap. Your folds slide teasingly over his erection through the thin barriers—your bikini bottoms, his shorts and eliciting a guttural groan from deep in his chest.

His large hands clamp onto your waist, guiding you down with possessive strength, fingers digging in just enough to bruise. You wrap your arms around his neck, playfully pecking his lips once, twice testing the waters.

" Miss me already?" You whisper, grinding your hips in a slow, torturous circle.

The friction sends sparks through you, your core clenching at his hardness pressing insistently. In-ho groans louder, head tipping back briefly before snapping forward, eyes blazing.

" Fuck, baby...stop playing this dangerous game. Tiny thread of restraint left...you're gonna snap it." His voice is rough, laced with dirty desperation, breaths coming in pants as water sloshes around you.

You chuckle, low and mischievous, leaning in to nip his earlobe. " Who said control yourself? Let go—I've been wet for you since the airport."

His stare pierces you, then he's on you—mouth devouring yours in a feral kiss, tongue thrusting deep, claiming every inch. Hands roam wildly, one tangling in your wet hair, the other squeezing your ass to pull you closer.

You make out like teenagers in heat, uncaring of neighbors or the open sky. The private villa shields you, but the thrill of exposure amps the heat—tongues battling, teeth clashing, moans echoing off the water. You break for air, whispering hot against his ear.

" Wanna try it...underwater." Your voice is breathy, bold, core aching for him.

He squints, brows furrowing in lust-fogged surprise. " Sure? Here? Now?"

You nod, biting your lip. In one swift, powerful move, he yanks aside your bikini bottoms and frees himself from his shorts. No preamble—he thrusts up, entering you fully, stretching you with that familiar burn.

You gasp sharply, nails digging into his shoulders, the cool water contrasting the scorching heat of him buried deep. " In-ho—oh god!"

He silences you with another kiss, hungry and messy, as you start moving—slow at first, riding him with deliberate rolls of your hips. The underwater sensation is extraordinary: buoyancy making each thrust feel weightless yet intense, water splashing rhythmically, muffling your whimpers. Bubbles rise around you, the pool a cocoon of sin.

In-ho unhooks your swimsuit top with a flick, fabric floating away like a surrender flag. He leans in, devouring your breasts—sucking one nipple hard, teeth grazing, while his hand kneads the other. You arch back, head lolling, whimpering as pleasure builds.

" Yes—fuck, just like that." You moan, riding faster, water churning.

He marks you relentlessly: hickeys blooming on your neck, collarbone, breasts—purple claims against your skin.

" Mine." He growls.

" Gonna fuck you till you're marked everywhere—pussy clenching my cock like it owns you."

" So tight underwater…feel that? Your walls are milking me, begging for my cum. Ride harder, baby…make me explode inside."

You comply, grinding down, the friction hitting your clit perfectly. Tension peaks—heavy, sexual, forbidden bliss in every slide.

Climax crashes simultaneously: you shatter first, crying out as waves pulse through you, clenching around him. He follows with a roar, thrusting deep and shooting hot loads into your womb, filling you completely. Ropes of cum paint your insides, the sensation amplified by the water's chill.

You collapse against him, both panting, chests heaving in sync. Water stills around you, his arms holding you close.

" Full...again." You murmur, chuckling weakly, the afterglow mixing comedy with sated heat.

He kisses your forehead, smirking. " Good—stay that way. Round two soon."

The teasing lingers in his tone, but for now, it's just you two—tangled, breathless, in paradise's embrace.

…

You pant in the afterglow, body limp against In-ho's in the moonlit pool, water lapping gently around your joined forms. His chest heaves beneath you, arms still locked around your waist like he owns every inch.

" Thought we were done?" You murmur teasingly, tracing lazy circles on his slick skin.

The thick tension lingers, a low hum in the air, but exhaustion from the day's adventures—stall-hopping, swimming, that explosive release creeps in. Surely he's sated now.

Wrong. In-ho smirks, that devilish glint flashing in his eyes. Without warning, he stands, water cascading off his muscled frame as he scoops you up bridal-style.

You yelp, clinging to his neck. " In-ho! Put me down—we're dripping everywhere!"

He just chuckles, striding out of the pool like a conqueror with his prize, not caring about the trail of puddles.

" Like I give a fuck." He growls, voice thick with renewed hunger.

Back in the villa, he tosses you onto the bed—sheets instantly soaking from your wet bodies. He hovers over you, caging you in with his arms, droplets falling from his hair onto your skin.

The air is thick with unspoken need. His mouth descends to your neck, sucking hard, teeth grazing as he leaves a fresh, dark bruise blooming like a forbidden flower.

" Mine." He mutters possessively.

" Yah! Not another one—appa might see when I get home!" You scold, swatting his shoulder, but it's half-hearted, bickering laced with that electric pull.

He just smirks, proud as hell, eyes darkening. " Good. Let 'em wonder who marked you up. Bet it'd drive 'em crazy knowing it's me—your dirty little secret."

He peppers kisses down your collarbone, chest, ribs—slow, teasing trails that stoke the sexual fire anew. " Gonna worship every inch, baby. Taste where my cum's still leaking out of you."

But when his lips reach your stomach, insecurities crash in like a wave. Stretch marks from growth spurts and indulgent meals, that soft chub you can't shed despite sporadic gym attempts—you slap your hands over it instinctively, hiding.

He's seen you naked before, tasted every curve, but tonight, under the villa's soft lights, vulnerability hits hard.

In-ho freezes, confused, then pries your hands away gently but firmly, pinning them beside you. " The fuck are you covering for? I've seen it all...licked it all. No need to hide from me."

You blush furiously, avoiding his gaze. " I...stretch marks. And my stomach's chubby. Not like those Instagram models you follow."

The words tumble out, heavy with self-doubt, tension shifting from sexual to emotional. He scoffs, leaning up to nibble your earlobe, breath hot and reassuring.

" Bullshit. I love everything about you—even the so-called 'flaws.'" His voice drops, intimate and fierce.

" We've fucked how many times? And I've never complained 'cause you're perfect in my eyes, baby. Confidence up; you're a goddess."

You stare at him, his sincere gaze locking with yours, melting the ice of insecurity. He continues, words weaving comfort with that underlying heat.

" Love your curves...how they fill my hands. Your laugh that lights up rooms, smile that drives me wild. Your scent? Addictive. Taste? Sweeter than any dessert. And these?"

He traces a stretch mark lightly. " Battle scars are sexy as hell. Your chubby stomach?"

He reaches down, squeezing it possessively, making you squirm. " Fucking adore it. Why do you think I spoil you with your favorite foods? Buldak, ice cream—want you comfortable, enjoying life, not starving for some bullshit ideal."

The bickering fades into tenderness, but sexual tension simmers beneath.

" It's not a competition for 'perfect body’…" He adds, thumb circling your navel.

" You're my winner—the throne's yours forever. No one's snatching it." He kisses the tip of your nose sweetly, then descends again, predator mode reactivating.

With his teeth, he tugs at the swimsuit bottoms—wait, lingerie? No, the skimpy suit from earlier, but in the haze, it feels like sinful lace as he peels it off slowly, strings giving way.

He spreads your legs wide, admiring the sight: mixed juices—your arousal and his cum is oozing from your core, glistening under the lights.

" Look at that pretty pussy still full of me, leaking like it wants more."

He dives in, tongue flat and insistent, lapping at your folds like a man starved. You arch off the bed, back bowing as pleasure spikes.

" In-ho—oh fuck!" Your hands grip his hair, tugging hard, guiding him deeper.

He watches you squirm, eyes locked on your face through hooded lids, humming vibrations that make you whimper. " It tastes so good, baby—sweet and salty from us. Gonna eat till you're dripping again."

He inserts two fingers, pumping steadily, curling to hit that spot that makes stars burst behind your eyelids. The dual assault—tongue swirling your clit and fingers thrusting builds relentlessly. Legs shake, tension coiling tight until you shatter, cumming hard with a cry, walls clenching around his digits.

He laps you clean, every drop, before crawling up, kissing your cheek softly. " Rest now, princess. You've had a long day—adventures, me...you're wiped."

" But the sheets...they're soaked." You mumble, eyelids heavy.

He squeezes your ass tightly, smirking. " I'll handle it later. Right now? You sleep."

You nod, nuzzling into his chest, inhaling his warmth—salt, cologne, him. He hums your favorite song softly, a lullaby version that makes you blush, heart swelling. Eyes drift shut, sleep claiming you in the arms of your forbidden lover, tensions eased into peaceful surrender.

…

The second day in the Maldives dawns like a postcard—azure skies, gentle waves lapping at white sands, a breeze carrying hints of salt and frangipani. You've traded the villa's seclusion for a leisurely exploration, venturing farther from the resort than yesterday.

It's relaxing, or it would be, if not for your sulking, horny shadow: In-ho, glued to your side like a possessive magnet. His hand brushes your waist too often, fingers dipping under your sundress's hem with teasing intent, murmuring filthy nothings when no one's looking.

" Missed waking up to you this morning." He grumbles during breakfast's aftermath, voice low.

" Should've spread those legs and let me feast again...start the day right."

You swat him away, laughing, but the sexual tension simmers, his gaze heavy with unmet need.

Gossips at the resort buzz about K-pop idols vacationing nearby—Seventeen, your newest obsession. As a fresh fan, the thought of glimpsing your bias, Kim Mingyu, sends your heart racing. He's handsome perfection: tall, sculpted, that killer smile.

" Just a quick look." You tell In-ho as you drag him along palm-lined paths toward the rumored spot.

" Imagine meeting them here…such an honor!"

He huffs, feigning boredom, but jealousy brews beneath. " Idols? Big deal. We're in paradise, and you're fangirling?"

Crowds cluster ahead—fans murmuring excitedly around a cleared beach area.

Your curiosity peaks; you tug In-ho's arm, weaving closer. Gasping, you clutch him tighter. " Oh my god—it's them! Seventeen! Look, Mingyu's right there!"

The group dances fluidly for a TikTok video, their music blasting from a portable speaker—energetic moves, synchronized perfection. Fans watch respectfully, phones out but at a distance.

In-ho crosses his arms, muttering under his breath. " Just ordinary guys back in Korea. Acting like you've never seen a dude before—we live there, remember?"

You roll your eyes, pulling out your digital camera. " Shush, grump. This is once-in-a-lifetime!"

Snapping photos, you capture their charisma—the way Mingyu's biceps flex mid-move, his grin flashing. In-ho leans in, voice dripping dirty talk to reclaim your focus.

" If dancing turns you on that much, talk to me. I'll give you a private show—strip slow, grind on you till you're begging for my cock."

Your eyes widen; you scold him hushedly. " Yah! Not here!"

He chuckles, unrepentant, but the sexual pull tugs harder, his hand squeezing your hip possessively. The video wraps; the members approach fans graciously, signing merch, posing for pics. Luck strikes—you're in front-row.

Mingyu towers before you, all easy charm and dimples.

" Want a photo?" He asks, voice warm.

You nod frantically, heart pounding like you'll faint. He leans close, too close, grabbing your camera for a selca. His face inches from yours, breath mingling as he snaps away. In-ho huffs audibly, jealousy boiling; you sense him bristling, fists clenching like he wants to shove the idol back.

" Get your own space, kid." He mutters inaudibly.

High-fives follow; Mingyu waves goodbye, moving on. Other members cycle through—Woozi's shy smile, Joshua's polite chat, each posing with you.

You try dragging In-ho in. " Come on, join!"

But he's sulking hard, arms folded.

DK notices, teasing loudly. " Appa getting impatient? Don't worry, we'll wrap up!"

Fans nearby laugh; you blush crimson, mortified.

" He's not my appa!" You hiss internally, comedy clashing with embarrassment—they have no idea this "appa" wrecked you last night, jealousy fueling his glare.

Meet-up done, you're buzzing, scrolling through selcas on your camera.

" Mingyu's so tall…taller than I imagined! And they're all so good-looking, hot even. Blushing just thinking about it." You gush, cheeks pink, but In-ho ignores you the whole walk back—silent treatment, jaw set.

Desperate for attention, you poke his side. " Hey, talk to me! Jealous much?"

He finally huffs, stopping short. " Go spend the vacation with your precious Mingyu. Admire his biceps as if I don't have ones that choke you out while I'm buried deep, fucking you senseless."

You burst out laughing, the absurdity cutting through. " Just admiring! No one's replacing you."

Sighing, you soften. " You're the most handsome man I've ever seen—seriously."

His smirk returns, ears reddening adorably. You laugh harder, teasing. " Gotcha! Blushing like a schoolboy."

He grumbles, jealousy easing but not gone. " That punk got too close to your face and you lit up like Christmas. Pissed me off."

You take his hand, intertwining fingers. " He got close to my face. You? You own my body…taste it, wreck it whenever. All yours."

He grins wickedly, stealing a quick kiss—deep, possessive, tongue teasing yours.

You swat him playfully. " Public!"

But he pulls you closer, whispering filthily. " Wait till we're back—gonna remind you who makes you soak these sheets."

Laughter echoes as you continue, teasing blending with that electric pull, jealousy stoking the fire for whatever "private dance" awaits.

The day's relaxation? Just a prelude to unraveling.

…

The night air in the Maldives carries a salty whisper, stars twinkling like scattered jewels above the inky ocean. After your long walk—feet sore from sandy paths, In-ho's jealousy-fueled sulks finally easing into companionable silence, you both collapse onto a weathered wooden bench overlooking the beach.

Waves crash rhythmically, a soothing lullaby, and you lean your head against his shoulder, sighing contentedly. His arm wraps around you instinctively, pulling you closer, his warmth a shield against the cooling breeze.

For a moment, it's perfect: just you two, admiring the moonlit horizon, the distant glow of resort lights, wishing this stolen paradise could stretch forever.

No secrets, no hiding—just endless nights like this. But reality nags, heavy tension coiling in your chest like an unspoken storm.

You shift slightly, voice soft but probing. " In-ho...how long do we keep this hidden? Sneaking around like criminals?"

He stiffens, staring at you with those intense eyes, the ones that usually spark with mischief or hunger. Now, they're shadowed with uncertainty.

" I don't know, baby.” He admits, voice low, laced with frustration.

" God, I want to make it official. Shout it from the rooftops, take you out without looking over my shoulder. But Gi-hun...my best friend. What if he flips? Punches me? Worse…what if he blames you?"

You cling tighter, fingers digging into his shirt, the comedy of your earlier bickering fading into this raw vulnerability. " Scared of appa? You? The big, bad Frontman?"

He chuckles weakly, but it's forced, heavy tension thickening the air like humidity before rain.

" Not just him. The fallout. He might drag you away—lock you up like a princess in a tower, forbid you from seeing me. 'That bastard betrayed me,' he'd say. And poof—us, gone." His hand rubs your arm absently, but his grip tightens, as if imagining that loss.

You pull back just enough to meet his gaze, heart aching at his rare openness. Randomly, impulsively, you blurt, " What if we just confess? To appa, I mean. Prove it's real—natural, no games. No coercion, no power plays. Just...us falling for each other."

The words hang there, hopeful yet naive, and you wince at how simple it sounds. In-ho sighs deeply, running a hand through his hair, staring out at the sea.

" Wish it was that easy, princess. But everyone knows me—your family, friends. I'd look like the creep preying on his bestie's daughter.”

“ Hell, I've known you since you were a kid, pigtails and all. Affair? That's what they'd call it. Scandal. Bad image all around."

He shakes his head, tension etched in his furrowed brow. " We'd be the villains in their story."

You nod, frustration bubbling into words. " I'm tired of it, though—the sneaking, the lies. Feels like we're doing something wrong, like cheating on appa or something. But we're not! It's just love...or whatever this is."

You poke his side teasingly. " You're the one who started this, Mr. Filthy DMs. Now look at us…romantic fugitives."

He smirks faintly, but it doesn't reach his eyes. " Hey, you replied to those DMs. Guilty as charged."

The teasing lightens the mood for a second, but you press on, voice steadying.

" I'm an adult, you know? Halmeoni's been nagging me nonstop—'Find a man, settle down, give me grandkids before I croak!' Appa's on board too, says I'm ready. But his dad instincts? Overdrive. 'Protect my princess from those bastard men.’”

“ And here I am, with the biggest 'bastard' of all—his best friend." You laugh bitterly, imagining the scene.

" The betrayal...it'd crush him. Pain like that? I can't even picture it."

In-ho nods solemnly, his thumb tracing circles on your hand. " I think about it all the time. Gi-hun's been through hell—losing his wife, scraping by. This? It'd feel like another knife in the back."

The weight settles between you, heavy tension pressing down, the paradise around you suddenly feeling fragile. But then he catches your hand fully, intertwining fingers with deliberate care, his grip firm and reassuring.

" No matter what happens…fallout, fights, whatever—you promise you'll stick around? Through the mess?"

You nod without hesitation, squeezing back. " Always. No matter what, I'm here. We're in this together, idiot."

Your tone mock-scolding. " Even if appa grounds me for life."

He smiles then genuine, warm, chasing away some shadows and leans in to kiss you. Soft at first, then deepening with that familiar pull, lips moving in sync like they've always belonged.

Coincidentally, fireworks erupt over the distant resort, bursts of red, gold, and blue painting the dark sky in celebration. You both pull back, chuckling at the serendipity.

" See? Even the universe approves." You tease, voice breathy.

" Damn right." He murmurs, diving back in.

The make-out intensifies—hands roaming, breaths mingling uncaring of passersby on the dimly lit path. A couple strolls past, whispering, but you ignore them, lost in him.

The tension eases into resolve, bickering forgotten amid the explosions above. This vacation won't last forever, but tonight? It's yours, secrets and all.

Author's Notes:

Finally, I have time to edit and upload another bizarre story. In addition, the featured characters are Seventeen, a Korean pop group. I enjoy listening to their music, which is on repeat in my music playlist.

Yeah, I want to stan them, which is why I'm learning more about them. Anyway, enjoy reading and take care!