bbiine

[bbiine]

 PINK BIKINI ;

your new bikini awakens something in mingyu,

the lifeguard . 𐙚 " get into the 𝑣𝑖𝑏𝑒

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✦ ִ Hi guys, this is my first work, I hope you like it! English is not my native language, so forgive any mistakes ۪♡ ⊹ ֗ ꫂ

Since graduation, everything between you had been on hold—it wasn't declared love, but it wasn't just desire either. It was a mixture that burned stronger every night, hidden in your room, with the window ajar for the sound of the waves to come in and his body covering yours, whispering your name between muffled moans.

You were born and raised on Jeju, the beautiful island that everyone loved to visit; many even dared to say that it would be a dream to live there, but not for you, who always felt that Jeju was too small for your big dreams.

That beautiful island was a golden prison—with its perfect beaches, the constant smell of salt and flowers, and the familiar voices that had surrounded you since you were a child. But you wanted more, more than the nights with the sound of the sea and the taste of Mingyu still on your lips.

He, on the other hand, seemed to belong there. Sun in his eyes, sand on his skin, and a smile so wide that it would make any girl forget that there was also a world beyond the island. Mingyu worked as a temporary lifeguard, but you knew that if it were up to him, he would never leave. “We already have everything here,” he would say. “We have us.” But that “us” was never said out loud. Never defined.

The late afternoon sun contrasted with your pink bikini; the beach was almost empty, and you loved the atmosphere; it was the perfect time to relax without being disturbed.

You feel a tap on the shoulder while you're lying in the sun chair with your headphones and sunglasses on.

“I'm not interested; you can leave.” You didn't even bother to take off your glasses or headphones; the day was too good to be ruined.

A muffled laugh echoed from your headphones, and soon afterwards, an all-too-familiar voice said:

"So that's how you treat strangers?, nice manners.”

When you heard him, you felt a shiver run down your spine; it was him, Mingyu.

"I thought you were off today.” You diverted the subject.

“Yeah, me too... but you were absent at the last minute and, well... here I am.”

You took a good look at him, that sun-tanned skin, the defined muscles, and the half-wet hair... it gave you memories of great nights you'd had together.

“By the way, what kind of fashion is this?” Mingyu said, waking you out of your trance.

“What are you talking about?” You said, looking for something different.

"This!” He says, pulling up the strap of his bikini and staring at your body with a familiar look.

“Oh, ’”‘that’”—you say, pointing at the bikini—“is“ the latest fashion, okay?”

“Latest fashion for the one with the smallest bikini,” he teases you.

He'd always been like that; at every opportunity, he'd tease you or fuck you... and that summed up his relationship with Mingyu.

You lowered your sunglasses and said, "And you liked it anyway,” you teased back.

He gave you a sideways smile and lowered himself down beside you, running his hand along the strap of your bikini, feeling the fabric.

"You know me so well, I'd say you chose this bikini especially for me." his fingers wandered over the thin fabric that covered your breast; he had that lazy smile, and you felt every sensation intensely.

"What if it is? You just can't fuck me here on the beach." You gave a wry smile and bit your lip; you knew he could do it, but you wanted to know if he would.

he came closer and murmured his voice low enough to send a shiver down the back of your neck.

"But over there... over there where the life-saving materials are... no one goes in there" he murmured against your neck, his hand not leaving the fabric of your bikini.

You almost objected, saying that he was working, but it was too late; you were already in his hands, and he knew it.

He pulled you by the hand in that nonchalant way, as if the world around you didn't even exist, not even letting you answer and just carrying your cell phone with you.

The warehouse was a small place, with the smell of seafood, but perfect for doing what Mingyu wanted. As soon as you entered, Mingyu didn't wait a second and started kissing your neck, whispering all the nonsense he only knew how to say and making you horny.

His hands were sure, exploring your body with the familiarity of someone who already knew exactly how to take you apart. The muffled sound of the waves outside mingled with your accelerated breathing and his whispers:

"This bikini barely covers you... How could you have the nerve to wear that and not think I'd fuck you the second I saw you?"

Mingyu kisses your neck while his other free hand rushes to hastily remove your bikini top. You let out a short, low laugh as you leaned against the cold wall of the warehouse—the perfect contrast to the heat Mingyu was provoking inside you.

He had already tossed your bikini top somewhere and now had his hands on your breasts, squeezing hastily, "I've been thinking about this all day," he whispered against your lap, his soft lips tracing a slow path down to the center of your chest

"And you come up to me like this... almost naked on my beach."

"your beach? since when?" You teased, trying to maintain some control. "

"Ever since you started cumming here," he said, with that smile that was both arrogant and irresistible.

He quickly removed the other part of your bikini, leaving you completely naked. Mingyu stood back a little and watched you like a work of art; he adored you, and you knew it. Mingyu knelt right there, looking down at you with hungry eyes. - You obeyed.

His mouth descended to your core, while his free hand gripped your breast tightly. Moans escaped your mouth as Mingyu's tongue stimulated your entrance.

You felt him insert a finger as he sucked you off, making you gasp and hold back a moan.

“My princess can't even hold back a moan?” he teased.

He teased as he deepened one of his fingers. You ran your hands through his hair in approval, feeling every movement of his tongue and fingers.

Mingyu knew exactly how to push you to the limit, and you couldn't help the moans that escaped your lips.

He continued to explore your intimacy with gusto, inserting another finger while licking your most sensitive spot. Every move he made made you squirm and moan louder, his hand moving from your breasts to your hip, making you stay in place.

Mingyu stopped sucking you only to say in his husky, dirty voice

“You're so wet that my fingers are slipping out all by themselves...is this all because of me? Because I've been staring at you all day in that bikini?“

”You know the effect you have on me, Mingyu," you say with a smile.

He inserted his fingers again, now with more force and speed.

You couldn't hold back the moan any longer; the scene was driving you crazy. Mingyu's muscles were even more apparent and sweaty, you were biting your lip hard, holding back any moan that came out of your mouth, and this scene was driving Mingyu crazy.

“You're going to have to hold that scream in, little princess...” Your knees went weak from the intensity of the sensations, and you had to hold onto the shelf behind you to keep from falling.

Your body trembled with pleasure, and Mingyu smiled against your core, pleased with your reaction. He felt you squirming and moaning louder and louder; he knew you were close. “Are you going to come already, little princess?” he teased: “I haven't even really started.”

You called Mingyu every possible name, and he liked it because he knew you were close.

“Come on, love...” he ordered, looking into your eyes.

That was the climax, and your body obeyed the order, contracting and falling apart. A loud moan escaped as you released everything, and he drank every drop as if it were the best thing in the world. He looked up to see you throwing your head back, your breasts swaying with the sobs of your own pleasure.

“I could watch this scene every day,” he says, standing up and facing you with a smile.

“We have sex almost all the time, love, don't be dramatic,” you say, teasing him even more, breathing heavily.

“Not almost every day,” he says and squeezes your breast with a proud smile.

Before he could finish what he'd started, your phone rang.

“You're not going to answer this in the middle of the best sex we've ever had, are you?” he says, kissing your neck and moving down to your breast.

“Of course not, I'm going to hang up,” you say, but freeze when they hang up, and then an email notification pops up on the screen.

"Congratulations, you've been accepted to the University of Seoul! Your application must be made in person within 4 working days.

@bbiine ,2025