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pocminiseries · 2 years

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Condemned.

➵♜Type: Purely Fiction/Halloween Special ➵♜Pairing: Kim Taehyung, Cha Eunwoo & Jung Wooyoung x OC ➵♜Warnings: Mature, Adult Content, Drama, Explicit Language, Intense Themes, Reverse Harem ➵♜Genre: Romance, Fanfiction, Smut, Interracial, Urban, Non-Music Related ➵♜Summary: In which she discovers the men in 4B aren't quite who they claim to be.

☠|Halloween & Chaos

Riley couldn't remember much as she held her aching, bloody knuckles under a flow of cool water in silence.

But what she could recall was her fist repeatedly hitting a woman she barely knew and then being roughly pulled away by her cousin. Everything seemed to happen fast yet in slow motion at the same time that it left her mind hazy.

Her soft sniffles filled her ears making her realize that she had been crying. Looking in the mirror, she watched as a few tears fell from her eyes and down her face, as memories of what happened started to come back.

Since this morning when she had stepped foot on campus, she had felt eyes on her. Although she would catch people staring at her curiously, the glares and mean mugs definitely didn't go unnoticed, still she ignored them all as she always did.

Riley was aware of what today was and what it represented beside it being Halloween.

It was a day she knew she should've stayed hidden away in her apartment.

Even when her cousin, Brandy, dragged her to a random Halloween party the looks never stopped.

However, it was when Riley was approached by some random female with her ex close behind that changed everything.

It was the words the girl spoke that caused Riley to snap. Words that she hated hearing.

Now here she stood, cleaning her hand of blood that didn't belong to her.

"I'm fine Brandy, I promise," Riley says out loud, placing her phone on the sink countertop once she answered. Turning off the faucet, she grabbed a few paper towels wiping her hands clean then her face as she pulled herself together.

"Are you sure? I can take you back home if you want. Matter of fact, where are you?" Riley could barely make out Brandy's words over the loud music in the background, even with her being on speakerphone.

"I'm in one of the bathrooms upstairs. Don't worry about me. I'll be back down in a few minutes,"

The party was being held in a house big as hell. In her attempt to separate herself from everyone, she made so many different turns until she found a bathroom to hide in and she knew getting back would be a challenge.

"Are you positive you're ok Riley? Don't be fucking lying either,"

A soft smile formed across Riley's face at her cousin's concern. "Yes. I'm positive. I'll see you in a minute,"

"Text me when you make it back. I can barely hear you," Brandy advises before she hung up, leaving Riley to her thoughts.

Letting out a deep breath, Riley turned her attention towards the mirror to look herself over. She was surprised her white and gold goddess costume remained intact and blood free as she examined the material carefully.

Although physically she looked fine, mentally she needed a break.

As soon as Riley stepped out into the hallway, she felt it. A chill went up her spine causing her to shiver as a sense of uneasiness filled her veins. Her dark eyes darted around her surroundings, searching for any indication of danger but she quickly realized that she was alone....and everything was eerily silent.

"Yeah aight," Riley mumbles to herself, assuming that she was probably overthinking things. Considering the massive size of the house, she thought the silence was because she was probably on the other side of the house away from the party itself. She couldn't even feel the thump of the bass much less hear people talking.

It was just her and for some reason, it made Riley nervous. So much so that even the hair on the back of her neck stood up.

Each step she took, it felt as though the hallway seemed to never end, or at least in her mind it didn't.

And that was when she heard it.

A slight ding of what sounded like a bell. Similar to the ones Riley heard around Christmas time.

Her feet picked up speed without her even realizing it and she soon found herself powerwalking and turning a random corner, no longer caring if she knew where the fuck she was going.

However, when the sound of the bell met Riley's ears again, only much closer this time, she knew she was no longer alone. Someone was following her and she could sense it.

Her fight and flight senses were kicking in and while she was scared, she was mad as hell too cause who the hell was playing games with her?

"Whoever you are, you need to stop before I-"

"Before you what?"

In an instant, Riley stopped dead in her tracks as fear consumed her. That voice...it was the type of voice that was silken yet so malevolent that it made her knees weak.

Riley barely turned her head when out of the corner of her eye she saw a shadow whisk by. She wanted to believe that it was just her imagination fuckin with her but she knew better,

In her scared state, she barely felt the warm hand grab her shoulder causing her to turn around only to see nothing. Her eyes darted around every inch of the empty hallway in fear all while Riley was doing her best to keep herself from screaming like an idiot.

This was some scary movie type of shit and she was not feeling it one bit.

"Stop messin with me!" She demanded, still too afraid to move. Whoever was taunting her was doing a good ass job. She understood that it was Halloween but this was too much.

They were trying to scare her and it was working.

Closing her eyes for a second, Riley took a deep breath in an attempt to calm her raging nerves. Thinking that maybe she was tripping and letting her mind get the best of her.

Unfourtnely, the thought seemed to evaporate as soon as she opened her eyes and turned around.

"Boo!"

On instinct, Riley swung only to have her already sore fist caught with ease by the man standing in front of her. A whimper fell past her lips as they gave it a slight squeeze much to her discomfort.

Their eyes were penetrating and dark, so black that Riley could see her reflection in them. "Don't move," The man advised, holding her wrist tightly.

"Excuse me?" Riley replied with disbelief. It was like the air around them grew cold. The only warmth she felt was from his gloved hand.

The man watched with emotionless eyes as she finally took all of him in.

He stood tall in a black and white costume with his face painted mimicking an evil jester to match. But what Riley noticed the most were the bells that dangled from his headpiece.

As if he could read her mind, the man moved his head slightly, causing one of the bells to ring. Riley instantly took a step back, only to feel something hard behind her.

"You want to run with nowhere to hide...that's cute," Spoke a smooth, husky voice right behind her. Riley involuntarily shivered, feeling a pair of lips brush against her earlobe.

Snapping her head towards the voice, Riley was met with another pair of dark eyes except for one being covered by a whitened contact lens. Just like the man in front of her, he too wore a jester costume but in black and red.

"What is this? Some kind of a joke?" Riley croaks out, looking at the man who still had a death grip on her wrist.

She watched as his head turned a bit at her question. "Not at all princess. In fact, we want you terrified," He smirks, looking evil as hell. "You're almost there,"

His response made Riley's head hurt. The fuck were these people on?

"Let go of me," She fussed, attempting to pull free from him but the man barely seemed to budge. Not at all fazed by her trying to break free.

"Never," Said the one behind her, placing soft kisses along her exposed shoulder. Riley moved away from him, ignoring his low chuckles.

"Besides, we're here to celebrate with you," The man in front of her tells her, catching her attention. "Today is a special day is it not?" He questions, briefly making eye contact with the man behind her.

It didn't take Riley long to know what he meant. "You're sick,"

"What did they call your dad again?" He questions mockingly, snapping his fingers as if he was trying to think of the name. The very name everyone labeled her father as. The very name she loathed.

"The Se-"

"Stop!" Riley blurts out, feeling her tears prickle in the corners of her eyes. "Let go of me!" She demanded once more. This wasn't funny and she was getting angry the longer she stood there trapped between these men she didn't even know.

"Don't worry princess, that will change sooner than you think,"

"Real soon," The black and red Jester confirms, twirling a piece of Riley's hair with his fingers. "You can thank your beloved father for that,"

Riley snapped her gaze towards him, confused by their words. "What are you talking about?"

The man behind her simply smiled causing a shiver to run down her spine. How could something so beautiful look so deadly? It confused her. And the way he looked at her...

"You'll see," He reassures her, softly caressing her cheek. He found himself mesmerized by her beauty just as he was when he first laid eyes on her after so many years.

They all were so fascinated by her.

Riley could only stare at him, feeling conflicted by her situation. "But fair warning though princess," The black and white jester speaks up, grabbing her attention once more. "You have approximately six minutes to get out of this house before it's burned to the ground,"

She watched him lean down until their nose practically were touching. She begins to wonder if either one of them knew the meaning of personal space. "You won't remember us but we'll leave you with this,"

Before Riley could ask what he meant, he leaned closer brushing his lips against hers just as she felt another pair on her neck. She barely had time to react when he kissed her. All the confusion, fear and anger she felt were wiped away by a wave of bliss and pure temptation.

But just as soon as it started, it was over and there Riley stood alone once more.

The cold air that once surrounded her was now hot and muggy with the smell of smoke instantly filling her nose. Riley found herself coughing more roughly the closer she seemed to get to where the party was being held.

'I Put a Spell On You' blasted through the speakers along with screams of agony and fear as she watched people running for any exit they could find, trampling over each other and pushing anyone in their way. With very few helping those in need. Flames seemed to have engulfed almost everything in every direction Riley looked. The heat and smoke became unbearable.

Her eyes burned as she squinted, trying to see if she could spot Brandy in the chaos, all while avoiding stepping on the bodies that were scattered around her.

This was sickening. And the smell. It made her stomach turn.

Spotting the opened front doors, Riley ran towards it with a few people following behind her. But just as she made it through, the doors slammed shut leaving the others trapped inside. With no hesitation, Riley reached for the handle to open the door, only to immediately snatch her hand back from pain as the doorknobs glowed a bright red.

Holding her burned hand close to her chest, Riley moved down the steps and further away from the house as she watched in disbelief the scene before her.

It was something out of a horror film.

Darkness surrounded her in the midst of turmoil.

A feeling that she was all too familiar with.

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pocminiseries · 10 months

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When He Comes|3

3|Hold Me ♡

The bathroom was foggy and heated as Julianna stared back at her reflection. Her skin glistened under the light as she stood in nothing but a white fluffy robe Jaehyun had left out for her.

She was tired, it was evident in her face. But not just from the lack of sleep but from life in general. All she wanted to do was to get away for a while to ease her mind and not think for once. To maybe feel some type of peace if she could.

Not even in her dreams she had that type of pleasure.

Shit, maybe she just needed to get some good dick to fuck her worries away, even if it was only a temporary fix. Either way, lord knows she's been craving it for weeks. Her body desired to be catered to. Maybe then the peaceful sleep she's been wanting would actually happen.

Shaking her head, Julianna began to wonder if her sister was even worried about her. If maybe she was out looking for her.

"Yeah right." Julianna snorted, pushing away from the sink. It wouldn't even surprise her if Adonis told her not to even bother. But then again, he didn't want Julianna to go anywhere either. He liked how he had control over every part of Mia's life and was slowly trying to do the same with her.

God, she couldn't stand him.

Reaching up, she removed the towel she had wrapped around her braids, letting them fall freely around her face. "I like your hair like that." Spoke a voice from seemingly out of nowhere. Julianna visibly jumped when she heard it because she didn't realize she was no longer alone.

Looking behind her, she watched Jaehyun step inside the bathroom, making his presence known. "How long have you been there?"

Releasing a low chuckle, Jaehyun grinned showcasing those dimples of his. "Don't worry, I wasn't watching you. I just came in to check on you." He reassures her, sensing that she was still a bit nervous around him which he understood completely. "I left you some undergarments and PJs on the bed. They should be your correct size."

Folding her arms under her breast, she stared back at him with slightly narrowing eyes. "And how do you know my size?"

Jaehyun remained silent as he took his time to look her over from head to toe before meeting her accusing gaze. "By looking at you." He states rather bluntly. "You can change and meet me in the kitchen or keep on the robe, whatever makes you comfortable." He encourages then disappears back into the darkened bedroom, leaving Julianna alone once more.

Licking her lips, she released a breath she didn't know she was holding. She couldn't pinpoint it but there was just something so mysterious about him. She knew nothing about him other than his first name and that he clearly had money but that was it. No last name. No information about what he does. Who he was. Where he was from...nothing.

Yet here she was alone in his condo with no phone or personal information of her own on her. How fuckin dumb could she be?

Stepping out of the bathroom and into the bedroom which she assumed was his because it smelled just like him, Julianna chose to stay in her robe for now and made her way towards his kitchen as he instructed.

Jaehyun's place was nice and...manly. It seemed cozy but definitely brand new as if he had just moved in not long ago. "Here, drink this. You'll need it." He advises, placing a steaming cup in front of her. "And no I didn't put anything in it, you have my word." He adds, seeing her open her mouth to ask.

She playfully rolled her eyes but picked up the cup and gave it a quick sip, ignoring the burn to her tongue. "What is this? It tastes different but sweet." She comments before taking another sip, loving how warm it was going down her throat.

Leaning on his forearms against the counter across from her, Jaehyun smiled as she sipped on his one of his favorite drinks. "Chamomile tea with extra honey. It'll help relax you and sleep better. You seem like you could use some good rest."

"I looked that bad huh?" Julianna chuckles softly, placing her almost empty cup back down.

Jaehyun shook his head. "Physically no, you don't. However, your body language is screaming for you to relax." He reveals to her. From the night at the park where he had first seen her high as a kite to spotting her again standing soaking wet with nothing on her, he could tell she was trying to run from something. Something that always seemed to leave her restless.

And for some reason, he wanted to help with that...and with whatever else Julianna may need. He just had to be smart about it.

"Why were you there that night I saw you at the park?" Julianna suddenly blurts out, letting her curiosity get the best of her.

"I was there on family business." He answered simply. Keeping his response short and vague but of course that wasn't enough for her.

"Are you a drug dealer?"

Tilting his head slightly to the left, he eyed her curiously. "Why would you think that?"

"Honestly? You seem like one. The clothes. The car. The money that you clearly have. Plus you were in the middle of the hood that we both know you've never lived in." Julianna lists off, seeing no point in beating around the bush, She was determined to get answers before the night was over with.

Looking off to the side for a bit, Jaehyun stared back at Julianna for a good ten seconds. "A little bit but not quite. I was there as a favor for my father. He's an...entrepreneur of some sort and from time to time I help him out on the business side of things."

"Are you a drug lord?"

"No, but my father is...kinda."

Julianna eyed him, trying to figure out if he was lying or not. "Right. So what exactly do you do?"

Jaehyun could only smirk at the beautiful woman in front of him. He loved how she wasn't afraid to ask him anything. He enjoyed it. "To put in simple words...when there is a problem, I come and fix it."

"Fix it how Jaehyun?"

"I like that." He professes, eyes darkening as he stared back at her. "Say my name again."

"Jaehyun." Julianna quickly obliges watching him closely.

"I give them a warning..."

"And if they don't do what is expected?"

"They die." He says truthfully. Seeing no point in hiding what was obvious.

"By your hands?"

Leaning up to his full height, Jaehyun crossed his arms over his chest. "Sometimes...yes. Does that bother you?"

Downing the rest of her tea, Julianna pushed the now empty cup back towards him while wiping her mouth clean. "No. I'm used to living amongst killers." She confesses, thinking of one in particular.

"Is that why you didn't want to go back home?"

Placing her chin into the palm of her hand, her eyes teared away from his and onto his sleek countertops. "Yes. And it's not my home. It's just a place where i lay my head from time to time." She briefly explains, lowkey hating how she literally had no place of her own like she wanted.

"I see. Well, you're more than welcome to stay here for as long as you like. I'm barely here as I'm sure you've noticed." Jaehyun states, noticing the way she paid attention to not only him but her surroundings as well.

"Why are you being so nice to me? You don't even know me." She may have sounded a bit irritated but it wasn't Julianna's intention. She was just weary of a stranger's kindness. She wasn't used to it.

"Because as I told you before Julianna, I'm here to be whatever you need me to be. That's solely up to you as to what that may be." Jaehyun voices, going back to the night they first met at the park. She clearly needed someone and he was willing to fill that void for her.

Julianna smirked a little at that. She could probably use him for a lot of things but that wasn't who she was.

Instead, she asked him something that sounded so foreign leaving her mouth. "If I asked you to fuck me, you would?"

"Depends."

"On?"

"If you wouldn't mind cumming on my tongue and my dick..." He informs her in the most silken tone Julianna had ever heard.

Standing to her feet, Julianna could feel her pussy throb with need with what she just heard...however, she wasn't ready to cross that road just yet. "That sounds tempting but for now, can you hold me until I fall asleep?"

"Of course." Jaehyun nods, following close behind Julianna as she made her way towards his bedroom. It was still dark, with the only light coming from the bathroom until he turned it off and closed the door.

Removing her robe, Julianna pulled back the comforter and slid underneath, with Jaehyun doing the same. Pulling her close to him, Jaehyun wrapped his arms tightly around her, leaving no space between them as he lay behind her. She felt nice in his embrace and her quiet sniffles didn't go unnoticed.

Nuzzling his head into the crook of her neck, he placed soft kisses along her skin until he felt her relax against him. And although she didn't know him, she had no clue she was in the safest place she had ever been.

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ecoamerica · 24 days

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pocminiseries · 2 years

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Too Much

↠♤Pairing: I.M x OC ↠♤Warnings: Mature Themes, Adult Content, Explicit Language. ↠♤Genre: Non-Kpop Related, Smut, One Shot, Imagine. ↠♤Synopsis: In which she falls back into the arms of the man she loves the most.

"I miss you"

Nia could admit that it was a text she knew shouldn't have been sent and for a split second, she wished to take it back but...

"Come see me"

In minutes she found herself on the deserted roads at 2:36 in the morning, headed to the last place she should be like the fool she has always been when it came to him.

It always happened this way.

They'd argue, break up and end up back together as if nothing happened.

It had become a routine, one that she was slowly getting tired of.

But it was difficult for her to break away from the one person who knew her better than she knew herself.

If she wasn't so afraid of being alone, she would've been broken free but somehow her mind had convinced itself that she needed him.

For three years they played this cruel game. The trust they once had for one another almost cease to exist. Yet, the love they shared seemed unscathed.

Even when they attempted to date other people, somehow, someway, they always ended up back together. The word "sorry" no longer existed in their vocabulary. There were only so many times it could be said until its purpose became tainted.

In a way, she was positive they liked hurting one another. A sick way to show they still cared.

Two months have passed since she last saw him and she was doing so well without him. Or so she forced herself to believe. Her weakest moments always seemed to attack her thoughts late at night as she lay in bed alone.

She shouldn't miss him.

Life was much better without his presence.

But every time her eyes closed, her mind was filled with thoughts of him no matter how hard she tried to forget him.

She was addicted to everything that was him and he knew it.

He thrived off the fact that no matter how many times she yelled out "fuck you", she'd always come back to him where she belonged.

In his twisted mind, no one would ever love her in the way he does.

Touch her as he does.

Kiss her as he does.

Hold her as he does.

And more importantly, make love to her as he does.

Just the thought of him shook her mentally.

God, she hated him so much.

Licking her lips, Nia stood quietly outside of his apartment door, silently telling herself to just turn on her heel and go back home where she needed to be.

But she'd be lying to herself if she didn't say that she missed him because she did.

However, it wasn't as if she needed him like the oxygen she breathed.

And just as she was about to walk away, the sounds of locks coming undone caught her attention, pulling her from her intense thoughts.

"Shit," She whispered to herself as the door swung open to reveal him in all of his toxicity. Nia noted how his hair had grown longer with his bangs hanging just below his eyebrows. He stood in front of her with an unbuttoned satin shirt showcasing his chest and a pair of matching pants. A mean mug immediately spread across her face as she ignored her rapidly beating heart.

He knew exactly what the hell he was doing.

"Why did you call me here I.M?" It was a question that she already knew the answer to but the need to break the silence between them was necessary.

The way he looked at her...it was as if he saw right through her.

A small smile formed on his face as he eyed her slowly from head to toe and back up again before his dark eyes settled on her own. "The same reason why you decided to come...because I wanted to. Now come in," He answered, stepping aside to let her in.

Shaking her head, Nia did as he said while he locked the door behind her. She stood quietly in the middle of his dark hallway that had the kitchen on one side and his living room on the other, his scent filling her nose no matter which way her head turned.

"Keep walking," Changkyun softly ordered, his warm breath fanned against her ear causing a shiver to go down her spine.

Biting her tongue, she removed her slippers and walked further down the hall towards his dimly lit bedroom where the door was left slightly open. Nia felt Changkyun's arm brush past hers to push the door completely open to reveal his cozy room.

"What have I told you about coming out in public dressed like this?" He questioned lowly, tugging at the bottom of the white romper onesie that fitted snuggly against her skin. It was obvious she wore nothing underneath.

"I wasn't about to change just to come see you, besides..."

"Besides what?"

Nia felt so small under his gaze as he stood in front of her with his arm crossed. "I won't be here for long," She informs him, turning her attention towards the hard rain hitting against the glass above them.

Changkyun smirked at her words knowing full well they were a lie. "Why won't you just be with me Nia? Every time you run you always come back to me in the end,"

"You know exactly why," Nia instantly replies. It was a question that was asked by him often and the answer never changed. "What do you even want from me? You have so many options,"

"I want you to be my wife Nia. No one else compares to you and you know this," He counters back with swiftness. "No more games. No more lies,"

Nia stared back at him, looking for any indication of dishonesty. "I don't know I.M...I need time to think,"

As much as she wanted to believe his words, it was hard. She was so fuck'd up mentally because of him.

"Why do you do this to me?" She questions just above a whisper, hating how weak she was when it came to him. All it took was one look and he had her right where he wanted. She was his and no one else.

"Take it off," He commands, ignoring her question on purpose. "Please..."

Maybe it was because of how tempting Changkyun looked at the moment. Pure sex on legs. Or the way he spoke to her, demanding yet sweet. It took little to nothing to get her to do whatever he asked of her.

She was so pathetic.

However, Nia didn't care. Especially when he slid inside of her, hitting every spot, including the ones she didn't even know she had.

Only he could make her body shake with need. Giving her the type of dick that made her call out to the heavens above in bliss. Even to the point tears would run down her face in disbelief.

He fucked her as if it would be their last, leaving nothing untouched.

Nia found herself bent over with her ass in the air just how Changkyun liked it. Her hands gripping the sheets as he delivered toe-curling strokes after another, driving her insane. "You feel so good," She whined, feeling him places kisses along her back.

Changkyun said nothing at first, only responding by practically fucking Nia like his life depended on it. Rolling his hips every time in a way that had Nia wither with need. Her pussy welcomed him each time he filled her with such need.

"Say it,"

"It's yours," Nia barely croaked out, knowing what he wanted. "It's all yours," She said again, reaching back to push him away. The pressure in her gut became too much.

"I can feel it...just a little bit more. You can handle it,"

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pocminiseries · 1 year

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Condemned|3

Wooyoung

It was 2:37 in the morning when Riley found herself sitting in a booth inside a 24-hour diner. It was quiet with the exception of light music being played from the speakers above.

Not being able to sleep, she got up and got dressed then made her way to her favorite place, Varsity Bar & Diner. It was a nice-sized, family-owned business that Riley had taken a liking to since she was younger. She always found herself here on nights she couldn't sleep or craved a late-night snack.

She was there so much that the waitresses and cooks knew her by name.

"Do you need anything else lovebug?" Rosy, one of the waitresses questions as she placed Riley's steaming plate of french toast, loaded scrambled eggs and bacon. Riley could hear her stomach growl once the aroma filled her nose.

"No Rosy, I'm good. Thank you," Riley nods, picking up her fork, ready to dig in.

Rosy let out a soft laugh as she walked away, leaving Riley alone to enjoy the meal she's been craving since she arrived.

Too busy doing a happy dance while she chewed away at a piece of bacon, Riley wasn't aware of the man that had stepped inside the diner, catching the attention of the couple sitting at the bar and Rosy.

They watched in silence as the man looked around, barely giving them a glance before his gaze set on Riley.

It wasn't just because of what he looked like that caught their attention but more so of his demeanor. There was just something about him that drew people in no matter where he went. The stares, the attention, he has grown used to it at this point in his life.

"Riley?"

Looking up, Riley temporarily paused her movements when her eyes met the figure leaning against the booth she was occupying. "Wooyoung?" She blinked, trying to process that he was actually here. Her eyes darted around, confused by his presence.

"May I join you?" He politely requests, a small smile forming on his face.

"Of course," She nods, licking her lips clean from the piece of bacon she had just eaten. "Why are you out so late?"

Wooyoung shrugged as he slid into the seat across from her and comfortably sat back. "I don't sleep much at night. Sometimes I go for a drive or walk to pass by time," He answers, lightly tapping his fingers against the shiny table.

Riley hummed, cutting into her french toast. "Are you hungry?" She asks, eating her food as she glanced at him, waiting for his response. "You can order whatever you like. I'll pay for it," She offers once she swallowed, not wanting to be rude.

"No, but thank you," He smoothly declines, allowing his eyes dance across her face, taking in her beautiful features. Truth was that Wooyoung was hungry, just not for the type of food she was eating.

His appetite was...quite different from most.

Riley casually shrugs, going right back to eating, only stopping to take a sip of her drink. "Do you come here often?" She questions after a few minutes in an attempt to make conversation. The way he was watching her made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.

It made her feel so uneasy.

"Not at all. I was walking by and saw you so I figured I'd come in and sit with you for a bit," He half lies, knowing he had been following her since she left their apartment building.

"I see. Well, that's nice of you," She smiles at him, appreciating the company, despite his odd behavior. Riley was used to being stared at but not in the way he was doing it. No. Wooyoung's eyes seemed to gaze at Riley as if he was painting an intricate picture of her in his mind.

It reminded her of the way Taehyung stared her down that night inside their apartment,

"Why are you up so late? If you don't mind me asking," It was the sound of his voice that really caught Riley's attention. It was so soothing and velvety. The type of voice that could talk Riley into a deep, peaceful sleep.

For a few seconds, she found herself looking him over, silently admiring just how handsome he truly was. The most Riley has done was steal glances whenever she'd catch him in their hallway or on the elevator. Her eyes took in his tanned skin, the same shade as the sands in the Sahara desert. His black hair seemed soft as it had a slight part in the middle, allowing his bangs to hang along the sides of his face. A single beauty mark was under his eye that she found to be unique and cute. And his lips...lips that were currently pulled into a smile, watching Riley practically drool over him.

But it was his eyes that she liked the most. So dark and piercing.

Regardless, all Riley knew was that just like him, his roommates were insanely attractive, The type of looks that made anyone stop and stare.

"I woke up and couldn't go back to sleep, so I figured I'd grab a bite to eat since I haven't eaten anything since yesterday morning," She explains after clearing her throat, feeling a little embarrassed.

Wooyoung simply nods, briefly looking out the window at the empty streets before focusing his attention back on Riley. "Eunwoo and Taehyung told me that were at our door late one night about one week ago looking distraught. What was that about?" He curiously asks, leaning his head into the palm of his hand as he stares at her.

"There was a house fire at a Halloween party I had attended. Twenty-six people that night from the result of it," She explains, filling her mouth with a fork full of eggs, not wanting to talk much about what happened. The fire had rocked the city as another unfortunate tragedy that happened on Halloween night in the last two years.

Still, the story surrounding her father was still a hot topic much to Riley's displeasure but what could she do about it?

Wooyoung quietly watched as Riley's face changed from discomfort to somber in seconds as unwanted thoughts filled her mind. Thoughts he could read clearly.

"Are you free tomorrow night Riley?" Wooyoung suddenly questions, bringing Riley out of her unhappy thoughts.

Riley eyed him curiously. "Yes. Why?"

"Would you join us for dinner? We've been neighbors for months and I...we...would like to get to know you and vice versa," He informs her. attempting not to probe her mind too much. But her thoughts were so loud sometimes that they could be heard even when she was across the hall from them.

"I-I don't know," She shys away, not really used to anyone wanting to get to know her. "I'm pretty boring,"

"I beg to differ," He quickly counters back, sitting back against the booth. "There's a lot more to you than you think,"

Hearing this caused Riley to raise an eyebrow. "Oh really? What makes you so sure?"

Wooyoung shifts his intense gaze toward the table for a second before meeting her eyes once more. "Just a feeling I guess," He states, watching her eat the rest of her food that remained on her plate. "Besides, I'm curious about you,"

Pushing her now empty plate to the side, Riley smiled a bit at his words. "Is that why you've been watching me the way you have been? Out of curiosity?"

Placing his arm over the top of the booth's chair, Wooyoung released a low chuckle. "I like what I see when I look at you. I apologize if that makes you nervous," He bluntly says, The type of thoughts that went through their mind that involved her would scare her if she knew.

His gums ached just looking at her. He had the pleasure of tasting her blood once and it was every bit of the word marvelous. However, it was then he knew without a doubt that she was the one they needed.

And thanks to the incompetence of her father, she now belonged to them...for eternity.

"What time is this dinner? Should I dress nicely?" She half-jokes, downing the rest of her drink and placing the empty glass back on the table.

"Is 6:30 good for you? Come however you like. Hoody and sweats. A dress. A cute top and jeans. It's all up to you," Wooyoung didn't care what she wore because he knew by the end of it, whatever she wore was coming off if their plan plays out correctly.

Waiting was no longer an option. They wanted her.

The craving for her was becoming too much for all of them, even Eunwoo who always had the most restraint out of all of them.

"Gotcha. And what will be on the menu?"

A sly smirk pulled at Wooyoung's lips as explicit thoughts filled his brain as those words left her mouth. All of which he kept to himself of course. "Are you a fan of Korean dishes?"

"I've never really had any before but I would love to try it," She beamed now a bit more excited, even though she knew she would be inside the apartment of three men who made her feel some type of way.

"6:30 it is then and Riley?"

"Yes?"

"Don't be so nervous when you come over. I promise it will be a night you will never forget,"

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Sweet Like Honey|3

Library♡

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It was late when Makina found herself wandering down a row of slightly dusty books that she knew hadn't been looked at in months. If it wasn't for a paper due in two weeks for her anatomy class, she wouldn't even have been there to begin with.

However, she had a thing with wanting to get things done early than to be rushing to meet a deadline at the last minute.

It was quiet with the library being almost empty around this time and Makina welcomed the silence.

As her eyes scanned over the many books on the shelves, her mind begin to wander back to the party that was held almost two weeks ago and the fact that she had been ignoring Jungkook ever since.

In fact, whenever Makina would see him, she'd practically run in the opposite direction because she was ashamed.

Ashamed that she had slutted herself out for a man she barely even knew. She couldn't shake the memory of her being on her knees, swallowing his dick as if it was a tasty ass orange creme popsicle. Not to mention having him call her 'mommy'.

She wanted to smack herself.

However, Makina couldn't deny the way her body seemed to react to what had happened that night. While she may have felt embarrassed by what she did, she couldn't front like it wasn't the sexiest shit she had ever experienced.

Even now she found herself squeezing her thighs together for some type of friction. It was ridiculous the control Jungkook had over her already. And seeing him around campus made it no better.

Jungkook however seemed unfazed. The man had made no attempt to even try to question Makina on why she was acting funny, in fact, he acted as if she never existed. If he were to see her around, he made no effort to acknowledge it and Makina wasn't quite sure how felt about that. She may have been ignoring him but to see him act as though she was completely invisible just didn't sit right with her.

"Fuck him," She mumbles to herself with a roll of her eyes. "He isn't that damn fine,"

"Who isn't?"

Upon hearing a familiar voice behind her, Makina whipped around with a bored look on her face. "You," She replies after a few seconds.

Jungkook smiled in return, leaning against the bookshelf. "You only say that because you're mad at yourself,"

"Why would I possibly be mad sir?" Makina shoots back sarcastically, placing her hands on her waist.

"Mad because you can't stop thinking about me and probably because of what happened that night," He states matter of factually. "Which is crazy in my opinion because I regret nothing,"

"Yeah? Well, that's you. I know better," For the life of her, Makina couldn't figure out why she did what she did so easily. She had never acted like that before in her life until she met him.

Jungkook stared at her for a few seconds as her face morphed along with every emotion that she was currently feeling. He was aware that she had been going out of her way to stay away from him and he in return chose to respect it. However, he could no longer resist not talking to her. His mind wouldn't let him.

"Then I suggest you get over it because we made a deal remember? I'm yours now,"

"Excuse me?" She blinked, taken back by his boldness once more.

Standing up to his full height, Jungkook moved toward Makina until he invaded her personal space. "You heard me Makina. We're far from being done,"

Makina stared up at him as she ignored the throb in between her thighs. She knew for a fact her pussy was leaking at this point. How could he be so submissive yet dominant at the same time confused her? "Stop running from me," He tells her, watching Makina place her hands on his chest in an attempt to have some type of space between them.

"And if I don't? Then what?"

It was the fact that Makina had no clue of the door she opened when she decided to approach Jungkook that day. The beautiful woman didn't know how much of her world would be turned upside down once she told him what she wanted. That the moment their lips met, she had sealed her fate.

"Be honest with me Makina. You've never wanted someone so badly until you met me, am I right?" He questions, fully aware of what her answer would be. "That's why you run because you're afraid you'll crave me too much,"

In defeat, Makina closed her eyes, releasing a breath through her nose as realization finally set in. He was right. If she could be in this man's skin she would be. She wanted so badly for him to bend her over one of the tables and fuck her as she deserves.

He made her want to do the nasty things imaginable and it drove her crazy.

"Look at me mommy..."

Jungkook watched Makina bite her lip at his words before she opened her eyes to meet his gaze. "You do magic don't you?" She chuckles to herself, feeling him wrap his arms around her waist. The sexual attention them was almost mind blogging to Makina. In a way, she is almost scared to let go and allow Jungkook to help her fulfill every fantasy she's had. Scared that she'll be stuck on this man like gorilla glue.

For a second, Jungkook smiled down at her just before his lips found hers, leading her into a kiss that made her instantly melt into him. Her lips were soft as they moved against his in a way that had Makina weak in the knees. Even when she allowed his tongue to enter her mouth, she felt as if Jungkook was trying to snatch her soul with his lips alone.

He shouldn't be kissing her like this. Not as intimate and intense as he was. Did he want her obsessed with him?

"Come on," He instructs breathlessly once he pulled away from her. Makina said nothing, letting him take her to wherever he had in mind, her assignment long forgotten.

They walked until Jungkook found a section furthest in the back of the library that was dimly lit and shielding them away from wandering eyes. He wasted no time trapping Makina between him a single table that was hidden behind a bookshelf.

"Take them off," He softly demands, tugging up her maxi dress until it bunched around her waist. "Please,"

It was the neediness in his voice that had her moving at the speed of light to do what he asked. Taking her panties and putting them in his pocket, Jungkook lifted her up and gently sat her on top of the table as he stood between her legs. "I didn't bring any protection..." He trails off, leaving room for her to say no in case she didn't want things to progress further.

"It's fine, I'm on the pill," She instantly replies back as her fingers hooked into the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling them down until his dick was free. "Fuck me,"

Removing his shirt, Jungkook wasted no time pulling her closer to the table's edge and opening Makina's leg wider while she leaned back on her forearms. "We have to be quiet," He warns, using the tip of his dick to move up and down her coated lips, slightly pushing past them to tease at her clit.

Makina simply nodded, biting her bottom lip in an attempt to be quiet. However, the task proved to be almost impossible once he aligned with her opening and slowly pushed inside her, making her close her eyes tightly.

"Don't do that," He sexily hisses, feeling her walls grip around him the further he went. There was no doubt his fingers would leave a mark on the back of her thighs with how tightly he held them but he couldn't help it. She was so damn wet and warm that Jungkook knew he wasn't going to last long.

His eyes remained on her as he pulled out and slid back in, focusing on the way her head dropped back each time he entered her. The sound of her wetness filled the air around him as he picked up his rhythm, snapping his hips at an angle that pulled a grunt from his opened mouth.

He didn't understand why she felt as good as she did. Her sleek walls pulsated around his dick so deliciously that it was driving him almost insane. The type of pleasure he felt being inside of Makina was borderline earth-shattering. So much so that he couldn't stop his soft cries from slipping past his lips.

Gripping at his forearms, Makina opened her legs wider, letting Jungkook go even deeper causing her to let out a moan louder than she intended. "It's so hard..." She shutters with need, feeling him watch her much gratification. He felt nothing short of ecstasy, so much so that Makina wanted to cry out to the world how good he was making her feel.

The way her pussy welcomed each stroke, coating him with essence. He fucked into her just right, rolling and working his fluid hips with determination. "Shit Makina," He whines, picking up momentum. "You're about to me cum deep inside you,"

"Do it," Makina chokes out, the pressure to her gut becoming more intense. "It's yours Kookie...it's all yours," Her voice lowly quivered. From the way his dick filled and stretched her out to his dark eyes staring back at her with such ferocity, Makina knew she was about to peak and Jungkook could feel it.

"Then let go mommy," He urged in a voice much deeper and dulcet than usual. "Cum all over this dick for me,"

Just as she opened her mouth to respond, Jungkook reached between them to apply pressure to her clit. "Fuck Kookie, stop...stop!" She pleaded with desperation but he refused to let up and instead went harder, fucking her more intensely. In seconds, her vision blurred and her eyes became teary-eyed as her body trembled beneath him.

Makina attempted to quiet down her moans by slapping her hand over her mouth but it only muffled so much. The way his hips smacked against the back of her thighs made it no better. "I'm right there...shit Makina...shit," Jungkook groans against her lips as he leaned over her before pulling away and out of her, letting his seed spill onto the floor at his feet.

Their harsh breathing mingled together, filling the silence around them and for a few minutes neither said a word until Jungkook calmed down enough to say words that made Makina's eyes buck.

"Bend over for me...please,"

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Condemned|4

The Bloody Truth.

☠

"The Seattle Maniac. That's what they called your father, yes?"

For a few seconds, Riley remained quiet. Whenever the topic of her father came up, she would immediately go into defense mode for herself because usually what people had to say always rubbed her the wrong way.

He was the maniac, not her.

"Yes,"

"How was he like with you?" Taehyung further questions, curious as to what her response would be. He was well aware of what her life has been like. They all were.

Licking her lips, Riley sat back and eyed her half-empty wine glass. "He was a great dad. The best kind any girl could ask for. I knew he loved me but..." She trails off, quietly thinking back to the night everything was revealed. "Even now it's hard to accept what he did because that wasn't the man I knew,"

All three men shared a knowing look that Riley didn't catch. "I can assure you, Riley, he has always been that way," Eunwoo states, placing his arms on the table while leaning forward. "He was never a good person,"

"So I've been told," Riley swiftly counters back. In the past year alone she has learned every vile thing about her father. The atrocious murders he committed. His fragile mindset. His apparent taste for blood. Still, finding out who he truly did, did not hurt her any less.

"You never knew he was a drug lord?" Wooyoung asks, catching Riley's gaze.

She softly shook her head. "No. I just knew he was a businessman. He had a whole office building. Never had a reason to question anything," Ever since she could remember her father, Rio, always were suits or dressed up nicely. Always left in the mornings and came back in the afternoon. So when it came to the house they lived in. The cars they drove. The trips they took. Riley just assumed it was because he was simply successful.

All that mattered to Riley was that Rio was an amazing father. He showed up and supported her through everything. And when it came to getting advice, he always gave the most encouraging speeches.

"No mother?"

"She died not long after giving birth to me. I never knew her," She reveals, drinking the rest of her wine. "My father dated but nothing ever really lasted,"

Carefully reaching towards her, Eunwoo traced the closed wound on her chest that was slightly above her left breast. "What happened here?"

Riley looked down and followed Eunwoo's hand, up to his arm then finally his handsome face. "I was shot when I was fourteen but I don't remember much. Only that I was in the wrong place at the wrong time,"

Eunwoo let out a soft laugh through his nose and pulled his hand away. "You got shot because of your father my love," He informs her, watching as her eyes squint at him.

"How do you know?"

"Because we were the ones who saved you," Taehyung says, leaning his head onto his closed fist.

Riley eyed him confused. "What?"

"That night Riley, your father decided to make a quick stop to handle "business" but it was a setup. He had managed to escape, however, not before you were hit by one of the stray bullets that lit up his car," Wooyoung tells her while pouring wine into his own glass. "Rio wasn't sure if you'd make it to the hospital alive so he came to us and pleaded for your life,"

All three men watched as heavy confusion spread across her face as she tried to process what she just heard. "We agreed of course because you were only a child but...not without making a deal first," Eunwoo chimes in, leaning back against his chair.

"What kind of deal?" Riley swiftly probes, eyeing each man suspiciously. Their words just weren't making sense to her at all. They all looked around her age, so how could they have possibly been there that night?

"Well, that's the thing princess, at the time even we weren't sure. We just told Rio to be on the lookout and when we made up our minds, we'd come find him," Taehyung slyly smirks, sending a shiver straight up Riley's spine.

For some reason, that pet name seemed to trigger something in her.

"Years had gone by and we had finally agreed on what we wanted however....daddy dearest wasn't here for it. While he may have been a ruthless man, he wasn't the kind to give up his most precious gift so easily or at all for that matter," Taehyung adds with a roll of his eyes.

Slightly slamming his glass onto the table to make Riley focus her eyes on him, Wooyoung gave her a dark look that made her feel a bit more nervous. "We let him think he could keep you safe from us but he's human and like most of them, he was a fool. And what we want, we always get,"

"I-I don't understand," Everything they were saying clearly had a double meaning yet as to what had Riley lost. She was starting to get scared and she felt as though they could sense it.

The way they were looking at her made her feel very uneasy and she didn't like it.

"He refused to hold up his end of the deal and in return we made him suffer. Rio thought he could protect you but he was wrong," Eunwoo mutters, moving a piece of her hair behind her shoulder.

Riley shook her head. "What the hell are yall talking about? Protect me for what?!"

Standing up, Taehyung let out a soft chuckle as he walked closer to where Riley sat frozen, staring up at him. "From us Riley," He says softly while pulling her up from her chair. "Getting into his mind was easy and making him kill was even easier,"

Riley barely took a step back when she felt someone behind her. Looking up over her shoulder, she nearly jumped out of her skin seeing Wooyoung and Eunwoo both standing there. Her eyes blinked rapidly trying to process what was happening. She didn't even see them move.

"Tell me something my love, do you believe in the supernatural?" Taehyung questioned, lifting her hand towards his cool lips where he placed a single kiss on her fingertips.

Riley looked at him up and down. "No,"

"Don't worry, you will soon enough," Wooyoung smiles, slowly running his fingers down her exposed arm.

They watched as Riley visibly shivered. "What is this?"

Gripping her chin, Eunwoo forced her to look at him as he stood by her side. "We've been watching you and now that we have you...you will be ours forever,"

It was as if something inside of Riley's mind finally clicked at that moment. Those eyes. She recognized them. "You..." She weakly croaks out, staring at him as fear started to consume her.

She knew those eyes.

"You humans...are so weak," Taehyung scoffs eyeing Riley from head to toe, admiring her beauty and the way her white dress hugged her frame. "It's going to be fun to break you and make you scream my name princess,"

"You're scared...I like that," Wooyoung mumbles against her shoulder before placing a kiss on it. "You smell good too,"

"Stop!" Riley shrieks, stepping away from them until her back met a brick wall, feeling beyond creeped out. She glanced towards the door debating if she could make a run for it.

"Go ahead and try," Eunwoo calmly encourages her, sliding his hands into his pockets. "Besides, I plan to make you run from me in many different ways,"

For a minute, Riley stood there quietly weighing out her options. She could run but how far would she get? They were too high up so jumping out of a window would be practically suicidal. While she could fight, taking all three of them on would be pointless. So what the fuck was she going to do?

Before she could even think of another plan, all three men were close to her in a blink of an eye.

"I'm afraid there is nothing you can do my love," Eunwoo breathes, grabbing Riley by the neck. "Believe me, after what we're about to give you, I doubt you will want to leave,"

His words were the last thing Riley heard when she felt tense pain coming from both her wrist. She watched in horror as Taehyung and Wooyoung suck blood from her veins as Eunwoo held her in place.

"Relax," He softly advises, sensing her panic. "The more you resist, the more it will hurt,"

Riley looked at him as if he was crazy but after a minute, she listened to his words and let out a deep breath to calm down. The wave of pleasure she felt was instant. Her brown eyes stared up at Eunwoo as he briefly focused on her thighs before slowly looking up to meet her gaze.

"You get wet easy as fuck I see," He suddenly comments, just as Riley felt the moistness in her panties. "Your scent is going to drive me crazy," He adds, gripping her neck tighter.

She couldn't explain it but his vulgar words made her throb. This wasn't supposed to be happening like this.

"She likes the way you said that," Wooyoung softly laughs once he pulled away, her blood coating his lips and teeth. "You taste as good as I knew you would princess,"

"I bet that pussy tastes even better," Taehyung practically purrs, licking the wound on her wrist closed. "That ass too,"

Their words only made her want them more. This sense of desire that she was currently feeling was strong and undeniable. She wanted them closer to her. Almost as if she was craving their touch. Riley felt as if she was losing her mind. Just moments ago she was afraid for her life now all she wanted was to be fucked senseless.

Eunwoo smiled as he read her mind, releasing her throat and taking a step back. He could feel his dick jump at the sight of her. She was so gorgeous and alluring, even more so as she stared back at them with a lust-filled gaze.

"Damn. I'm going to enjoy fucking you senseless my love,"

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Concrete Rose|2

The Bestest.

ꕤ

As soon they were inside of his home, her back was pushed against his front door as the sound of her clutch hitting the floor filled the silence around them.

Talayeh seemed to melt against him, locking her arms tightly around his neck, moaning at his lips moving with her own in their own symphony.

Every time his hands moved on parts of her body, she felt tingles.

The whole car ride to his place was silent but far from awkward if anything it was filled with sexual tension. Both knew exactly what was going to go down once they made it.

While Talayeh didn't think her mind was ready, her body was more than willing to be taken care of for once. Her pussy wept inside of her panties, coating the soft silk with her arousal in anticipation. It took everything in her to not place the hand he had placed on thigh further up her leg to at least play with her clit for some type of satisfaction.

And judging by the length of his long digits, he probably would've left her ass panting for more.

San was feeling impatient and patient all at once. He was willing to just pull her panties down and bury himself deep within her right against his front door, yet he wanted to take his time and explore every inch of her. To cherish her like she deserves to be.

Regardless of what he wanted, this night wasn't about him. Whatever she needed he would provide. Whether she wanted it rough and nasty or slow and sensual, or all four all in one night, he was hers to use as her heart desired.

Interlocking her hands with his, he kissed her deeply, as if the two have always been lovers. And that shook Talayeh so much but she refused to pull away. It all felt too...right. Too real.

Running his hands down her back, he grabbed her ass, squeezing the soft flesh, pulling her closer to him. His action catching her by surprise as she gasped, allowing his tongue to taste her own, making her go weak in the knees.

"San...wait..." She panted, forcing herself away from him. Their harsh breathing mingled together when he placed his forehead against hers, closing his eyes to settle down a bit.

"We don't have to do this." He reassured her, moving her hair from her face to see it better.

Talayeh bit her bottom lip, letting her head fall back, trying to get herself together. Her false eyelashes brushed against the tops of her cheeks until she looked back at San, who stood watching her curiously.

Taking her hand, she palmed his face, not believing that he was real and that this whole situation was one she made up in her mind. His skin was as soft as she imagined it to be, almost making her believe that he just had to be sculpted by the Lord himself.

He seemed almost unreal, even though he was standing right in front of her.

Just looking at him made her want to be devoured by him. She wanted his lips to kiss her in places no other man has bothered to kiss. To taste her essence like it was the sweetest and juiciest fruit he'd ever eat. To take his hands and caress her skin, hold her close as he fucked her like she was the woman of his desires.

She felt like it was too much, however, San was never one to back down from a challenge of any sort.

"Take me to your room." She softly tells him, squeezing his hands to lead the way. As much as it thrilled her to be ravished right where she stood, she wanted to be comfortable, plus the heels she was wearing were beginning to hurt.

San walked her up a flight of stairs where a set of double doors were waiting as soon as they made it to the top. His bedroom was revealed looking clean, although seeming so unlived in, like the rest of his place that she has seen so far.

She assumed he had some type of wealth based off the car he drove alone but once she saw his modern chic styled home, her assumptions were confirmed. That shit definitely wasn't cheap, especially in California.

"I don't sleep much." He told her as she ran her fingers across his neatly done bed.

"I don't either." She smiled, looking at him over her shoulder. "Come here." She beckoned with her long nails.

In three long strides, he was standing in front of her. His eyes never leaving hers as he used one of his hands to unzip the back of her dress. He watched as she tugged it past her hips and pool at her heeled feet.

Though he had been in situations like this plenty of times before, he knew without a doubt that this was much more different than the rest. And so was the woman standing in front of him.

It wasn't as if this was her first time being exposed in front of a man before but it was definitely the first one who had looked at her in the manner San was right now. It was more than a gaze filled with lust.

He looked upon her like the exquisite masterpiece that she was.

Talayeh bit into her bottom lip when his thumb brushed past her nipple, making her body shiver by his simple touch.

Since the dress she wore needed no bra, she decided to go out without it tonight. She almost wanted to pat herself on the back for making such a good call.

Standing in her designer five-inch heels and a pair of grey strappy panties, she looked edible and he planned to taste her more than once before they parted ways.

He was hoping that she didn't expect this to be over in a matter of minutes because he wanted rounds until she tells him enough is enough.

"Tell me what you want." He says, his husky tone brushing past her lips as he leaned down placing a kiss on them.

She moaned lowly once he started to kiss her neck, pulling her closer to him. She smelt and felt so good in his arms as if it was where she was meant to be.

"Treat me as if you love me." She tells him, not caring how ridiculously she may have sounded.

If she was going to be in the presence of a man such as him, she was going to take advantage.

San moved back to look her in the eyes. "You're asking me for something dangerous. I hope you realize that." It wasn't that he didn't want to do what she wanted, more as he knew that she wasn't aware of the door that she was opening.

This night wasn't going to end as a one night stand with them going their separate ways after if he crossed that line.

"I don't care, please. I need this." She begged, ripping his shirt open, ignoring the buttons that flew in different directions. Her hands moved over his abs and up his exposed chest, admiring his hard work.

Damn.

Smirking at her neediness, he grabbed ahold of her wrist, stopping her movements. The bulge in his slacks becoming harder to ignore the longer she touched him.

"Lay back." He instructed, letting her go so she could do what he asked.

Moving until she was in the middle, Talayeh laid back against his bed, almost molding into the softness of his mattress.

He waited until her eyes found his when he begins to undress, removing his ruined shirt, along with his suit jacket. Tossing the discarded items on the floor, he slipped out of his shoes and started to unbuckle his belt. He watched the way she clenched her thighs together as he pants dropped, with his briefs following close behind.

Talayeh's eyes widened a bit at his size, not expecting him to be so...thick.

Her pussy seemed to throb as she looked him over from head to toe. She couldn't find a flaw even if she wanted to.

It was unfair how one man was this damn perfect.

"Open your legs for me." He tells her, skimming his fingertips across her soft thighs until she spread them wide enough for him to place himself between them.

His lips found hers in a heated kiss that made her head swim. It was so much more intense than the one before which spoke volumes because even that one took her by surprise. His lips were soft and so demanding as they moved fiercely against hers.

She clung onto him, pulling him until their chest met. His dick was hard and warm as it brushed against her abdomen. She was almost scared to have him inside of her, especially since it's been a few months since her last encounter.

Forcing himself from her mouth, he moved down to her neck, kissing and sucking wherever he could, earning soft moans while he left his mark on her skin.

He left a trail of kisses across her collarbone until he reached the top of her breasts. Cupping one in his hand, he immediately attached his mouth, using the tip of his tongue to move around her areola.

San came close to her nipple only to move away, teasing her with anticipation every time. It was driving her crazy, and he knew it. He continued his sweet torture, enjoying the powerful effect he had on her. When he felt her patience wearing thin, he allowed his tongue to move over her hardened bud, taking it between his teeth and tugged, sending a shock through Talayeh.

"Ohhh," She sighed breathily. The mixture of pain and pleasure doing something to her mentally.

She had never wanted a man so badly before.

Her fingers ran through his silky locks, pulling him closer to her chest after he lifted his head to give her other breast the same attention.

Once San felt satisfied, he moved down to her stomach, stopping right above the place she needed him to attend to the most.

So to say that she was disappointed when his ass skipped right over it and straight to her thighs would be an understatement.

"Stop playing with me, San."

He laughed a bit, placing kisses down her legs, even a few on her feet once he removed her heels. His fingers massaged into her flesh, caressing parts of her body that his hands could reach. It was as if he had read her mind, doing the things she desired.

Slipping his fingers beneath the fabric of her panties, he slipped them down her legs, tossing them somewhere on the floor behind him. Her lips were swollen, with a glint of liquid trickling between her folds. He felt a sense of pride knowing that he was the cause of it.

In a way Talayeh felt a bit embarrassed by how insanely wet she was and being so exposed in front of him while San's eyes took her in, taking mental photos of how beautiful she looked in this moment.

Her shapely frame, the softness of her skin, the nice thickness of flesh he would enjoy gripping as the night went on.

But it was her face he appreciated the most.

As she laid in front of him with her hair sprawled around her, her eyes on him, lips slightly parted, she looked so damn gorgeous and nothing short of what he imagined a goddess would be.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" He asked, giving her a chance to back out before he got down to business. Even after the sun rises, he was going to cherish her as if she was the love of his life, taking her to places he knew she had never reached before.

She smiled, brushing his hair back from his eyes to see them more clearly. "Yes."

The words barely left her mouth when she felt his tongue push past her folds, sweeping across the warm flesh, tasting her essence with one long lick.

Placing his tongue on her clit, he began to flick away at her sensitive bud. Talayeh quivered, her body jolting as she released a breathy moan.

San licked and tasted and sucked, making it grow with his ministrations. She could feel herself slowly starting to lose it when he decided to thrust his tongue inside of her. She withered underneath him, gripping his head as he fucked her with his tongue. Her fevered moans turned him on, fueling him while he devoured her.

Her words seemed to come out in jumbles when he stiffened his tongue, moving in and out of her heat. Shuddering when he rolled it over her clit once more, leaving Talayeh almost dumbfounded. She had never experienced this type of pleasure from a man's tongue alone. It was almost unruly how skilled he was.

"Goddamn San," She voiced, rolling her hips against his mouth.

She felt so helpless underneath him as the sounds of him lapping her juices filled her ears, sending a wave of lust through her. He tasted her like a dying man in need.

His movements slowed down, allowing the tip of his tongue to trace around her erect clit as he stared up at her with those smoldering eyes of his. She was close and he knew it but he wouldn't allow her the type of satisfaction that she was so desperate to reach.

"Please, keep going." She wined, trying to push his head closer for more friction but he refused to budge. The mumble of his chuckle causing her to gasp.

"Please what?" He pulled back to ask before flicking his tongue wildly against her, then slowing down, driving Talayeh crazy. He toyed with her, giving her long licks, only to switch up the speed once again. Pushing her thighs back further, making his tongue go deeper into her. Her hips would buck at his movements as she let out cries filled with both frustrations and need.

"Shit, make me cum, please baby." Her eyes were pleading with him, filled with so much passion that he had no choice but to oblige.

San forcefully tongued her, showing no signs of stopping. The sensation was so thoroughly gratifying and intense, that Talayeh felt as though she wouldn't be able to take it. She moaned loudly, withering in pure bliss. "Oh my fu-, yes, yes, just like that." She chanted in broking cries.

All it took was him sucking her clit harshly, giving her that right mixture to push her over the edge to her climax. Her thighs tightened around his head as she shook, her back lifting off his mattress. Even with his face covered in her juices, he still didn't stop, making sure to lap up her nectar. Only stopping when she pushed him away because of how sensitive he making her.

Pulling back, he wiped his shiny face clean using his hand. "I can't taste you just once tonight Talayeh." He told her, knowing his tongue was going taste her until she was raw.

"Good because I need to experience that again." She praised him, especially after that climax he blessed her with.

Reaching for his bedside table, he pulled out a few condoms, tossing them on the bed because he planned to use plenty. She eyed him nervously as he tore one open, sliding the latex over his dick. He had the perfect length, however, it was his girth that had her worried.

"Relax, I'll go slow." He reassured her after taking in her facial expression. Women always ran from him during sex because of what he was working with. He knew exactly how to use it and that made San even more dangerous than he already was.

Talayeh smiled at him wearily, relaxing against the bed. Her hands gripped at his biceps when he hovered over her.

San could tell that she was still nervous, though she tried to hide it. Placing a kiss on her lips, he moved to her neck, licking the vein, distracting her enough to guide himself into her. He was thankful that she was still soaked, making it easier as she slid deeper. The tightness of her pussy made it difficult for him to not just thrust as he wanted.

"Shit Layeh," He groaned against her lips, stopping until he couldn't go any further.

She gasped as he pulled out slowly before sinking into her again, repeating the movement until she adjusted to his size.

Slipping his tongue between her lips, he kissed her deeply, allowing her to taste what was remained of her on him. Her breathes quicken while he drew her in with passion, stalling his hips momentarily. Their tongues moved against each other, dancing to a song that they only knew.

There were so many things San planned to do to her body tonight, so much he wanted to try too. All the positions he was going to put her in, not to mention that his bed wasn't going to be the only place he would have her. He was going to work and taste every part of her, to show her just how beautiful and desirable she truly was.

She was going to know what its like to be treasured.

Wrapping her arms securely around his back, she held onto him as he buried himself balls deep into her, starting them out at a steady pace that had her toes curling. He watched her face change each time he entered her, her low moans becoming louder each time.

"Mmmm," She cooed, slightly digging her nails into his back.

His room began to fill with their heavy breathing, as he started to pick up speed. The sound of his hips smacking against the back of her thighs created the infamous sound of sexual lust that was being created.

Each time his dick pushed past her tight walls, he groaned, finding it difficult to keep quiet because he wanted to hear her instead.

Talayeh choked out a sob when he pulled all the way out, only to deliver a slow, yet powerful thrust, repeating the same move continuously. Each time he sank into her, his hips bucked harder making her breasts bounce wildly. She took each stroke, whimpering with undeniable pleasure.

Their gazes locked in a heated stare. He had been paying attention every time her beautiful face contorted, knowing how and when to move to get a certain reaction.

Placing her legs over his shoulder, allowed him to go even deeper, making Talayeh's eyes widen at the wave of pleasure she just experienced. "Oh fuck!" She wailed, trying her best not to just push him away.

When he began to move faster, building a steady rhythm, her walls clenched around him as her nails dug into his shoulders.

"You feel so good like this," He spoke sexily in her ear, leaving her pulsating.

Moving away, he leaned down, taking a breast into his mouth, his pace never faltering. He worked his dick inside of her like he owned it and right now, he did. He switched up his movements, going slow and hitting her spot with his deep strokes, then suddenly picking up speed, absolutely killing her pussy in such a delicious manner.

She had surrendered herself to him long ago, letting him take over and do as he pleased. Talayeh was left high in the clouds, her mind in shambles at what he was doing to her.

The level of passion between them was off the charts. San knew that there was no way he was going to let her slip past him, not after this, not after the way she was making him feel.

As he felt her body tighten around him, her moans grew louder. She was close, he could sense it. He worked his hips with practiced measure, making sure to hit her spot constantly. His chest glistened with sweat as he leaned back to sit on the heel of his feet, delivering Talayeh with powerful thrusts, holding her legs up in place.

Talayeh hissed, gripping at his bedsheets. "Baby, I'm gonna cum." She cried, closing her eyes tightly. She felt as he titled his hips in an upward position, prolonging her orgasm to last much longer. His movements didn't let up, leaving her body trembling as she coated the condom with her cream, that no one has made her produce before.

Pushing her legs apart, he leaned over, slowing his hips but not pausing completely. He placed soft kisses all over her face, before making it to her lips. "You good?" He chuckled softly.

Weakly nodding her head, she rubbed the side of his face once he pulled back. "But you didn't cum though." She hummed when he rolled his hips, surprised that he didn't release after the work he just put in.

Reaching for another condom, he held the shiny packet in front of her. Smirking at the look she gave him. "Because I'm far from being done."

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pocminiseries · 2 years

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When He Comes.

2|Fated

♖❤♖❤♖

It was the clash of thunder in the distance that made Julianna finally snap back into reality.

With her hand covering her stinging cheek, her watery eyes stared back into her sisters brown orbs with an unreadable look spread across her pretty face. "J-juli...I'm sor-"

"Why Mia? Why would you accept it when you know what that means for us?" Julianna softly questions, swiftly cutting off her sister's attempt to apologize.

Biting her lip as she shook her head, Mia looked away from her younger sister's icy gaze and focused on the darkened sky above them. "Because Juli, I can't escape him, I've tried. You know I have. But he's changed, I know he has. We have a daughter now and you know how much I always wanted to be married and I...I'm tired of fighting the inevitable,"

"He will never change," Julianna retorts back, feeling a drop of rain hit against her exposed shoulder. "And now he owns us,"

"You can leave Juli, no one is keeping you here," Mia smartly reminds her, allowing her eyes to settle on her younger sister once more. Her beautiful features reminded her so much of their deceased mother.

Releasing a humorless laugh through her nose, Julianna bawled up her fist in frustration. "You and Aubrey are all I have left. If I leave, you know I won't be allowed to come back. I'm not you Mia. I actually think before I make decisions that could affect me in the long run,"

Julianna knew she could just pack her things and never look back but it wasn't that simple. Nothing ever was with the type of man her sister chose to marry. If there was one thing that Julianna has come to know about Adonis in the four years that her sister has been with him was that he loved being in control. The power that he had over Mia was almost nauseating. She was his own personal puppet to use at his will and Julianna hated it.

"Look, I get that you don't like him but he's a part of this family now. I love him, Juli, I really do. Just...let me be happy. Please," Mia pleaded, wishing that for once Julianna would finally accept reality. "I need you here and so does Aubrey," She added knowing how much Julianna loved her niece.

"Happy? How can you be happy with the person who to-"

"Stop!" Mia quickly rushed out. "Don't....please," She pleaded with watery eyes. The words that were about to leave her sister's mouth were the absolute last words she wanted to hear, especially today. "Why can't you just be happy for me Juli? I'm finally getting the happy ending I deserve,"

Julianna could only shake her head. Mia was so lost.

How that man managed to manipulate and wrap her mind into believing he actually gave a fuck about her or their daughter was beyond what Julianna could comprehend because it literally made no fucking sense.

"The day you say I do to him...he will never let you go," Julianna made sure to heavy emphasis on the word never because it was true. Adonis was a powerful businessman, an angry and money-hungry businessman.

And her sister just handed him her soul for the sake of a false fairytale that would never exist as long as she would remain his doormat.

"And that's what I want. There's nothing else out there for me...he made sure of that. Remember?" Mia reminds her as her frown deepens even more. "I literally have nowhere else to go and neither do you,"

With every word her sister spoke, Julianna could feel her anger level rise. The hostility she felt towards her last flesh and blood shouldn't have been like this nor run this deep. "How could I? You made the choice for me..."

Waving her hand in a dismissive manner, Julianna turned and walked away, ignoring her name being called. The skies above her seemed to darken even more, almost seeming to mimick how she was feeling.

Life has been so unfair and she hated being here living it.

Happiness wasn't a feeling she had the pleasure of experiencing too much of if any at all.

Misery was her best friend.

All she wanted was a sense of peace. Even if it was temporary she would cherish it while she could.

Soon Julianna found herself walking along the slightly busy streets with no real destination in mind as long as it was far away from her sister and her new fiancé. Just the thought made her sick to her stomach.

Being too deep into her own thoughts, Julianna ignored the light rain that hit against her skin until a heavy rainfall seemed to come out of nowhere, pulling her from her thoughts almost immediately. "Shit!" she huffed, running as quick as she could in her heeled covered feet to get out of the rain.

In seconds she was drenched and eventually found refuge by standing under a random building entryway. She found herself silently cussing at forgetting her phone and her purse back at the restaurant. Now she was stuck with no way to call anyone to come to get her.

Julianna wasn't sure how long she stood there, watching as the heavy rain hit against the pavement. Her mind was in somewhat of a daze that she didn't even notice a figure standing little ways from her until they decided to let their presence known.

"I thought I warned you about being alone?" Spoke a familiar voice that caused Julianna to almost jump out of her skin.

"What the fuck?!" She screeched, taking a step back as she eyed the smirking man beside her.

"You're soaking," Jaehyun observes, looking over her wet hair and clothes. "Did you not leave the house without an umbrella?" He questions, holding up his own.

"I didn't plan for a walk, so no, I didn't bother to grab one,"

Jaehyun hummed in response. "Do you need a ride home?" He offers, seeing that she also seemed to not have any of her personal items on her. It didn't take much to put two and two together.

"Thanks but I'll be ok. The rain will stop soon," She declines, folding her arms to keep herself from shivering.

"You have my word Julianna, I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to help," He just finished having dinner when he stepped out and spotted her standing alone. He didn't even think of how much of a coincidence that he saw her again but he wasn't going to question it.

Looking at Jaehyun, Julianna thought about how odd it was that he was nearby. She didn't think he was stalking her or anything but the fact that they both were at the same place at the same time made her brain hurt.

"Okay," She finally agrees, knowing her options were limited. "Lead the way,"

Opening up his umbrella, Jaehyun held out his free hand and waited for Julianna to grab ahold of it before he led the way back across the street and towards a sleek BMW. Opening the passenger side door, he helped Julianna inside and ran to his side, quickly sliding inside before tossing the umbrella in the backseat.

Taking a quick glance at Julianna, Jaehyun saw her visibly shiver causing him to immediately switch on the heat to give her some sort of comfort. "Thank you," She tells him, giving him a small smile as their eyes met, He was being so kind and she appreciated it greatly.

"Of course," Jaehyun nods in return. "Do you mind if I...." He trails off, pointing at the seatbelt indicating what he meant.

Julianna gave him a knowing look but sat back and allowed him to do what he asked. She watched as he leaned towards her and reached for the seatbelt, giving her a whiff of his masculine scent for a few seconds before moving away to buckle her in.

Out of habit, Julianna licked her lips once he was done, feeling a burst of butterflies erupt in her stomach at something so small. "So where am I going?" He asks, putting his own seatbelt on and push-starting his car.

For a brief moment, Julianna really took the time to just take him in. Everything from his red button-up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, the black slacks he wore, the shoes on his feet to the watch on his wrist looked expensive. He looked expensive. Even when her eyes moved towards his face, a face that was nothing short of perfection, she felt so out of place seating next to him.

"Julianna..." And his voice...it was like a sweet symphony she knew she'd never get tired of hearing.

Blinking, Julianna snapped out of her daze and cleared her throat, feeling a bit embarrassed at what had just occurred. "I-..." She begin, cutting her words short realizing that she really didn't want to go back home where she knew her sister and her owner would be waiting.

Sensing her hesitancy, Jaehyun assumed it was because she didn't want him to know where she lived but that couldn't be the furthest from the truth. "I could get you a room for the night, if that's what you prefer," He offers, wanting her to at least be somewhere comfortable.

"I know what you're thinking but that's not why. I just...I just don't want to go home tonight and...I don't want to be alone either," She confesses, hoping he'd catch what she was hinting at. Lately, she hasn't been in the mood to be around anyone she knew. In fact, she wished she could just get away for a while. She needed it.

Like Julianna, for the first time since she got into the car, Jaehyun took the time to really look her over. And just like the night they met, she was just as beautiful. Except now, she was all wet which caused the dress she wore to fit snugly against her moist skin. Making her look a little bit more sensual than usual.

"I see," He voices, picking up what she meant. "Is there anything you need before we go?"

"Besides clothes, no," She chuckles softly, not believing the choices she's been making. For all she knew this man could be a killer. But in her defense, she's been living with one already.

Julianna watched Jaehyun smile as he pulled out his phone and sent a quick text to whoever he was talking to. "I got it handled. Are you ready?"

"Very."

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Lonely|4

Foolishly In Love

♣️

The storm outside had worsened.

Flashes of lightning lit up the sky, followed by the boom of thunder that knocked out the power inside of Samora's apartment building instantly.

Too far gone to care that they were surrounded in darkness, Samora's back was pushed up against the wall as Yongguk's tall frame toward over her. With limited light coming from the candles she had lit earlier, his hands held her neck and chin forcing her to look him in the eyes. There was a shift in the air from the sexual tension radiating between the two of them.

She missed his touch, and he had missed hers just as much.

He was more than ready to get on his knees and beg for her forgiveness, knowing there would be no amount of "sorry" to truly show her how sorry he really was. But what he could do was show her. Please her in a way he knew no other man could.

Skimming his fingers over her sensitive nipples, she bit back a moan as he teased each one. Swiftly pulling her silk top over her head, he tossed it on the floor and quickly attached his mouth to her left bud first while lightly tugging on the other. "Shit!" she moaned, running her hand through his soft locks, pulling his head closer to her chest.

Yongguk skillfully flicked his tongue, biting on her hard nipple to inflict just the right amount of pain that caused Samora to squeal in delight. Moving to give the other attention, Samora felt herself pool inside of her panties knowing that were now ruined because of him. He knew her body better than she did and it showed each time they laid together.

Leaving wet kisses up her chest, he found her awaiting lips and kissed her roughly. Raw and utter passion filled the air along with their heavy breathing. She loved how soft, and dominate his lips felt against her own, the feeling alone making her toes curl.

She felt his hands run down her sides and hook on the inside of her panties before he pulled them down her shapely legs. Kicking them off, Yongguk's fingers immediately found her slick folds, teasingly running a finger over her wet slit. With the flash of lightning, he could see her biting her lip, trying her hardest not to make too much noise.

He chuckled softly, putting pressure on her clit, rubbing it in a soft circular motion that made her knees buck. With no warning, he slid two fingers into her, loving how wet and snug she was for him. "Mhmmm." She hummed, rocking her hips to meet his moving fingers. He watched her through low lids, speeding up his movements, curling his fingers just right. Samora could not only hear how wet she was but felt it slid down her leg as Yongguk's long fingers worked her just right.

However, just as soon as he started he stopped suddenly. A whine escaped past her lips until she saw him lick his fingers clean before pulling off his clothes, leaving them both bare. Yongguk's impressive length hit against his stomach, throbbing and hard.

Wasting no more time, he picked her up allowing her to wrap her legs around his waist, aligning the tip against her opening. With one swift movement, he thrust into her, causing them both to moan from the impact.

Samora wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her mouth opened wide feeling him slid out and back quickly. It only took him to do it twice, she was cumming in a matter of seconds. "You can never leave me." He barely grunted out, her tight walls squeezing his dick making it harder for him not to release.

When she didn't answer, he gave her sharp, hard thrust that had her groaning loudly. Refusing to let up, he repeated this motion, again and again, fucking into her relentlessly. Samora tightened her grip, biting into his shoulder from the overwhelming feeling he was giving her. "You hear me?" he asked once more, pulling her back so he could see her face.

"Yesssss." She cried out, her eyes closing feeling him hit that special spot. "Ohhhh, just like that!" her voice wavered, his hips pounding into her so deliciously.

"Just like this?" His deep voice whispered back, knowing what that did to her. She nodded her head quickly, feeling her stomach tighten up but Yongguk wasn't having any of that. Pulling out much to her distaste, he walked them towards her bed and sat down with her on his lap. His lips found hers once again, adding tongue as she took it upon herself to grind against his slick member slowly, needing the friction.

Yongguk took his hands, gripping her ass and flipped them over, opening up her legs wide in the process. He slid down between her thighs, a sigh of relief left her lips just as he kissed her other set slowly. Taking his tongue, he flicked up her glistening folds, tasting her. He groaned lowly before he attached his mouth and ate her so expertly, and ruthlessly.

Her tiny hands gripped at his hair roughly, pushing him closer. She was a moaning mess, squirming and pushing her hips up to get as close as possible to his skilled tongue flicking and sucking on her sensitive clit. "I can't hold it! I'm about to cum baby," she called out just as he stuck two fingers inside her, moving them in and out quickly.

She could hear him slurping up her juices as if he was dying of thirst. He turned his head slightly, lifting up one of her legs sending a new wave of pleasure through her body. Removing his fingers, he shoved his tongue inside her, flicking it around causing her to seize up. Taking his thumb, he rubbed her clit roughly making her do something she didn't think was possible, squirt all over his tongue, shaking violently from the intense orgasm he just caused her.

Her hands eventually released his hair as she laid there shivering. Yongguk licked her once more, pulling back once he was satisfied.

"Ride me." He demanded, lifting her up and taking a seat on the bed. She straddled his waist as he reached his hands behind him and leaned back. Nodding her head, she lifted herself up and lined his dick to her entrance once more and slowly sunk down on his length. A long moan left her mouth as he filled her to the brim, stalling once he was in as far as he could go.

Soon she was moving her hips in a steady rhythm, switching to lifting herself up and sinking back down to the base of his dick. She bounced on him, taking him like the pro she was. Her hips rolled so skillfully as her walls squeezed him causing him to give her sexy but warning look.

Yongguk admired her, she looked so exquisite as she pleased him. His low groans mixed with hers like they were making music. Reaching forward, she pulled him to her, her fingernails digging into his back while she moaned into his ear at how good he felt and how much she missed him. "I love you so much Yongguk," she told him, her breathing shallow.

"I love you." He growled back, the tone of his voice seemed to drop even lower as she moved faster. She knew her moans could probably be heard through her bedroom walls, with the thunderstorm only masking a bit of what was happening inside this room.

The sound of her name falling from his lips only made her juices flow even more. It was the sexiest shit ever to her hearing him voice how she was making him feel, how she was making him come undone.

"Please baby." She moaned out feeling herself get closer.

Yongguk gripped at my hips tightly, meeting her with a thrust of his own. After a while, he pulled her to his chest taking control once he saw her face contorted in pleasure letting him know she was right there. Planting his feet on the floor, he pounded into her silk heat as the sound of skin slapping skin filled the room with their moans. She gripped his shoulders tightly feeling herself reach her peak as her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

Hearing him moan her name over and over in her ear, she felt thick ropes of his seed fill her up deeply while they both rode out their orgasms. She felt herself go limp on top of him as he placed her body on the bed, slowly sliding out of her with a pop. Going to the bathroom, he stepped out with a towel in hand and cleaned up them both.

Pulling back the covers, they got comfortable with him laying behind her. For a while it was silent, neither one saying anything. She didn't know how this would play out in the morning. Just a while ago, she was so mad at him and now, here she was laid naked in bed with him, not regretting what happened one bit.

He had this hold on her that she couldn't break free from even if she tried.

She would forever be his, and no one was ever going to change that.

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pocminiseries · 4 years

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Girl With The Tattoos|3

Broken.

♦️

Na'imah was only seven when she went to live with her mothers estrange sister, Hazel, after her parent's untimely death.

In the beginning, everything was fine. Hazel had taken Na'imah in, including her as a part of her family which consisted of her two daughters, Aubrey and Eva, and her police chief husband Nico.

During her grieving period, they all were there for her, comforting her, showing her the love that she had once felt when her parents were alive. Her cousins who she felt like were more like her older sisters always found a way to cheer her up, doing everything together. Something that Na'imah was looking forward to being herself until the day of the accident.

Not only did she lose her parents but also her little sister who was only three months away from being born.

And although Her Aunt Hazel and Uncle Nico weren't her mother and father, they temporarily filled the void inside her heart for a while.

It wasn't until she turned ten that things begin to change though.

The love that she once had felt around her new family started to fade. Na'imah being as intelligent as she is picked up on it immediately. Her cousins had become distant and rude, her aunt was less caring, leaving Na'imah to literally take care of herself. It was almost as if she had become invisible in a place she called home.

But it was her uncle who was by far the worst.

When Na'imah first moved in, she never questioned the loving hugs and kisses she would receive from her uncle because of how he presented himself. However, she did notice the older she got, he started to look at her differently. Especially after she hit puberty and her appearance and body begin to change. His touches would linger as well as his lips that seemed to move a little closer to her mouth than her cheek each time.

Na'imah's eleventh birthday was the day her life turned into the nightmare she had dealt with for over seven years.

She still remembered the day so vividly. How happy she was to be turning eleven. Her aunt who hadn't been the best had seemed to make a turnaround, promising her a day filled with shopping for new clothes and shoes, as well taking her out for manis and pedis and to end her day with going to her favorite restaurant to eat.

But it was all a lie.

Since she had gone to sleep late the night before, she had woken up pretty late, missing out on the birthday breakfast her aunt had promised her. Disappointed, she had gotten out of bed, only to realize that her aunt and cousins had left without her, leaving her alone with her uncle and men she remembered seeing a few times.

At first, Na'imah didn't think too much about it, still seeing no reason to fear them.

Of course, that quickly changed.

On a day that was supposed to be filled with laughter and happy memories were replaced with screams of fear and heartbreak.

She still recalled what her uncle had said when they corned her in his man cave that was located in the basement. How they were only allowed to touch her wherever they pleased but "Her virginity belonged to him."

He allowed them to do things to her that no one should ever do to someone so young. Forcing her to touch them in a manner that made her want to throw up.

And once they were finished, she was warned to keep her pretty little mouth closed because "who would believe her" he said.

Na'imah felt utterly disgusting, even after she cleaned herself. She wanted so badly to tell her aunt once she came home but quickly realized that she was set up with a simple look she received from the woman she thought loved her.

When she was thirteen, her uncle words had come true as he stole something so precious that she could never get back.

All while her aunt knew, as well as her daughters.

Every day she woke up in that house, she wished that she was dead. The pain she experienced always threatened to break her down but she never allowed it to, she couldn't.

When Na'imah left, she made sure to leave no trace behind, making sure they wouldn't know where she was going which was hard to do since her uncle had eyes everywhere.

Still, she managed to escape, breaking free from the consistent torment that her "family" gave her.

Sadly, her past still haunts her on a daily but it was always worse whenever she closed her eyes to sleep. No matter how hard she tried, she could never escape it.

Because of what happened, she never had a regular relationship with people. Trust being something she felt no one really deserved, always keeping the wall made of steel up around everyone she met....until JB.

She rarely let anyone get close to her and here she was allowing someone she could never have, slowly tear down something she had strongly built up for her protection. A man she felt like was too pure to deal with her fucked up thing called life.

She had convinced herself that she was too broken to be fixed but she quickly realized that JB was someone who never gives up.

"Na'imah!"

Jumping at the sudden sharp voice, Na'imah snapped back into reality, eyeing the man who stood smiling in front of her. "Yes?" Jinsung was always the quiet and reserved type, so this was the first time she had ever heard him raise his voice since she first met him. He was a sweet but stern older gentleman who happens to own the 7/11 she works at.

"I would ask what's on your mind but I doubt you would tell me," He said with a raised eyebrow, tucking the magazine he had under his arm. "There's someone waiting outside for you." He added, shifting his gaze towards the entrance which she followed.

Na'imah did a double take before leaning a bit over the counter to see if her eyes were playing tricks on her. "H-how do you know it's for me?"

"He asked," Jinsung stated simply, making his way around to the back of the counter to stand next to her. "I can handle things from here. Go and enjoy the rest of your day with your boyfriend."

"He's not my boyfriend." She quickly rushed out.

Jinsung made a face, chuckling lowly. "I'm not sure other girls would deny an idol being called their boyfriend."

At hearing this, Na'imah stared at him with wide eyes. It wasn't as if one could tell who JB was, especially with his face being covered by had a hat and a mask. Maybe he looked a bit suspicious standing by a van, looking into the store but nothing screamed idol.

"H-he's no-"

"Sure he isn't," Jinsung said dismissively, cutting her denial short. "I'm thirty-six Na'imah, I know an idol when I see one."

With the slight roll of his eyes, he undid her apron an slightly pushed her to the side. "He's been standing there for a while, don't want to keep him waiting too long. Go."

Side-eyeing Jinsung, Na'imah grabbed her things and made her way towards the exit, her heart beating rapidly inside her chest with every step. She had hung out with JB a few times since that night in the studio, so she didn't understand why she still was so nervous around him.

Maybe it was because those times they have been together, it was usually late and no one was around. Now it was early in the morning when everyone was out and about, starting their day.

"And don't worry about coming in tonight, take the night off," Jinsung added just as Na'imah reached for the door handle.

Shooting him a look, she pushed the door open, taking a few steps to stand in front of JB in his all-black attire, his familiar scent hitting her senses. "What are you doing here?" She asked softly, still surprised that he was here in front of her.

She hadn't been able to see him for two weeks because of his scheduling, so for him to pop up so unexpectedly made her both happy and nervous.

Since his hat was so low, she couldn't see that he had been drinking in her appearance the moment she walked out. The way those white jeans hugged her thighs and hips, took his mind to a place it's traveled to often because of her. Sometimes he wondered if she knew how beautiful she was, both inside and out.

"JB?"

Lifting his gaze higher until his eyes landed on her smirking face, he reached for hands, pulling her in for a hug, ignoring the curious looks of people passing by. Her warmth engulfed him as he squeezed her, placing his lips against her neck much to her dismay. He was aware of how it affected her when he did it, earning that soft moan she always let out when he teased her.

"I missed you." He softly told her, allowing his lips to brush across her ear. What he really wanted to do was kiss her but he couldn't risk his face being exposed which he understood but still nonetheless hated.

"I missed you too." She said sincerely, still not believing that he was actually here.

"Come with me." He invited, pulling the door to the van back so she could get in. Seeing no point in asking questions, she slid in with him following behind her, closing the door behind him. "You don't have anything planned today do you?"

She gave him a knowing look. "You know I don't have much of a life outside of work."

If she wasn't working, then she was home, snuggled up on her couch, watching tv or movies. Occasionally she'd wander around the city to get more familiar with it but other than that, Na'imah was pretty much the definition of a homebody.

"You weren't joking when you said you didn't have many friends were you?"

Shaking her head, she shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly. "Not really. I still keep in contact with a few good people I've met during my military service but I'm not all that close to anyone like that. Never have been." She knew that it wasn't good to be as isolated as she was but she couldn't help it. Her past made her that way.

JB hummed lowly. "I think that's starting to change." He acknowledged, shedding light on how close they both have gotten since they exchanged numbers. Though she was still holding back things, JB still knew quite a bit about her. He found that she was easier to read than he thought, having the habit of wearing her emotions on her face for the world to see.

More than anything he wanted to know who or what hurt her for her to be so hesitant and distant. She had revealed that she has never been in a real relationship before but has dated around a few times. That made him curious as to why nothing serious ever came from them but didn't surprise him after he's gotten a feel of who she was.

"Maybe." She smiled at him softly, playing with the rings on his fingers. "Where are we going?"

"My place." He said, sitting back against his seat as the driver moved into traffic. "If you don't mind of course." He added once he took in her facial experience.

Clearing her throat, she shook her head. "No, it's fine. I wasn't doing anything today anyway." She had been alone with him before, so this shouldn't be any different.

"You sure?" He questioned, placing his hand on her thigh, feeling her shiver from his touch. It was interesting to him how she reacted whenever he touched her. He remembered a few weeks back the fear in her eyes when things got intensely heated between them, that made him quickly pull back. She reassured him that it wasn't him and that she simply wasn't ready which he understood but her reaction scared him and also arose many questions.

She enjoyed his touch, that much he knew but she had boundaries which he respected but he knew something terrible happened to her.

"Yes, as long as food is involved." She half-joked, hungry after her eight-hour shift. She'd eat a few snacks throughout her shift but what she wanted more than anything was real food.

JB laughed, linking their fingers together. "Already two steps ahead of you." He made a mental note to thank Jinyoung once again for suggesting a restaurant he's never heard of for food they both felt like she would enjoy.

It was the small things he did that made her feelings for him grow every day. Always leaving her gifts of her favorite things from food to flowers. She appreciated how he paid attention to everything she's revealed about herself, even the little detail about her favorite Digimon character, Patamon, in which he gave her a plush toy of, along with other characters.

"What?" He spoke up. Tilting his head to the side as he eyed Na'imah staring him at him with this soft look on her face.

"I...thank you." She muttered, not knowing what else to say after being caught.

"For what?"

Laying her head against his shoulder, she sighed deeply, enjoying his presence. "For being you."

A comfortable silence fell between them after that, with JB smiling and Na'imah drifting in and out of sleep until the car came to a stop. Refusing to let her walk in her sleepy state, he carried her to the front door of his dorm. Knowing that Jinyoung and Yugyeom were home, he chose to knock, hoping at least one of the members were awake to answer.

A few seconds later, a tired looking Yugyeom opened the door, rubbing his eyes. "Hyung, you have a key, wh-"

Realizing that JB wasn't alone, Yugyeom's sentence cut short after noticing the sleeping woman in his arms. "Yeojachingu?" He mouthed, not wanting to wake her as he stood to the side to let them in.

JB rolled his eyes, not bothering to answer the youngest members question. If he was being honest, he didn't know what they were and he wasn't going to put a title on it until he knows if her feelings are mutual.

He debated if he should wake her but thought against it since he didn't want to disturb her. Walking towards his room with Yugyeom close behind him, he placed her on his bed, removing her jacket as Yugyeom removed her boots. Once she was laid comfortably underneath his covers, JB had to practically drag Yugyeom out of his room, cracking the door behind him.

"She's pretty." Yugyeom grinned, ignoring the dark look JB was sending his way. "I always wondered where that sweet scent on your clothes comes from when you come home from the studio. Now I see where who it belongs to." The maknae stated, loving how irritated his hyung was looking at the moment.

"I would suggest you leave him alone unless you want to revisit the same headlock from a few nights ago," Jinyoung spoke up, stepping from the kitchen with a glass of water in hand.

Yugyeom pouted, sneaking a glance at JB who busied himself with the food on their kitchen table. "I'll have to order something else once she wakes up." He told them. "Let's eat."

He chewed on a piece of sausage while his members joined him, eating the Americanized breakfast that he gotten specifically for Na'imah, figured she would love to eat food from the US. He knew first hand what it was like to miss certain food when away from home.

"So, will we get to meet her once she gets up?" Jinyoung asked, slapping Yugyeom's hand from taking all of the bacon.

"If she doesn't mind." He was more than ready to introduce her to the people he loved. He knew that around them, he wouldn't have to hide the woman he wanted to call his own. And in time, hopefully, he could show off to the world one day.

Maybe he was thinking too far ahead but he didn't care. He was finding it hard to keep his feelings in check, even constantly telling himself that they were simply just friends, though he wanted to be more. This was more than just a simple crush.

"Have you at least spoken to JYP before you take things further?"

JB shook his head. He knew that he was allowed to date, however, he was afraid of the feedback he'd receive when he told management about her ethnicity. He didn't want to lose someone he considers to be so special to him.

Yugyeom and Jinyoung shared a look before staring at JB. "Your secret is safe with us."

"And we'll have your back no matter what." Yugyeom nodded.

A small smile pulled at JB's lips at their comforting words but he knew that soon, especially if something more blooms between him and Na'imah, that he will have to let his company know the truth.

And if things don't go as he hopes, he will refuse to let her go no matter of their wishes.

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Lonely|3

The Meeting.

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May 23, 2015. "Whatever you're thinking Mora, stop it," Natalie warned lowly, taking a sip of her wine. The raven-haired beauty sat quietly for 5 minutes observing her foreign friend sneak glances at the last person she should want any association with.

Samora focused her gaze on Natalie. "What are you talking about?" She questioned, her pretty face scrunching up in confusion.

"Your attention has been on that man ever since he first walked in and I'm telling you now to stay away from him." Natalie left no room for debate because she knew that he was bad news.

"Relax, I was only looking," She defended but Nat wasn't easily fooled.

She knew that look Samora was giving him. It was a look that so many girls before her had given him once before, even herself at one point in time. Since Mora was new to South Korea her knowledge of local gangs and violence was limited, so she knew little to nothing about what really goes on, especially here in Seoul. In a way, Natalie was hoping to never bring up the topic at all, considering it was once apart of a world that she was involved in a few years back.

"Right. Even if you were, just leave it at that ok?" The last thing she wanted was for someone as sweet as her to get entangled with a criminal like him. They always loved her type anyway. Easier to corrupt and manipulate.

Samora was a bit surprised by the tone of Natalie's voice. She wasn't kidding when she said that she was simply looking. She found the man to be ridiculously attractive to her, so in a way, she couldn't help but stare at him as he sat at a table not too far away from theirs with a group of men.

Her eyes seemed to follow his every movement, slowly becoming intrigued by him. "Who is he then?" She could tell that he had some type of wealth from the way he and the others around him dressed. Their all-black suits were an interesting pick, she thought to herself. Even their faces were perfect, not one flaw in sight or at least from where she sat she couldn't see anyone.

Sighing loudly, Natalie quickly downed the rest of her wine as Samora watched her amusingly. "His name is Bang Yongguk. He's the leader of a gang known as the Twin Dragons. They operate heavily here in Seoul and other local areas and cities." She explained, glancing at the group as they talked quietly amongst themselves, ignoring all of the lingering looks everyone was giving them.

They were used to them by now.

Samora nodded, taking notice of the soft look that crossed Nat's face. "You two had a thing huh?"

"With him, no, but I did with his twin brother." She revealed, giving her a small smile. "It's the reason why I hate seeing him around. It reminds me of a past I try so hard to forget even existed." She hated that they were identical, yet they had certain features that told them apart at times. Her heartstrings tugged every time he came to mind.

Bang Yongnam, it would be a name that she would sadly never be able to erase from her memories.

"I lost myself when I got involved with them. Did things I knew better of, all for the sake of love." She chuckled bitterly, wishing she had more wine to help her ease her sudden anger. "That's why I'm warning you now Samora, look but please don't touch. Yongguk is just like his brother, they take whatever they want with no regard for that person's feelings. Do your best to stay away from him and his goons."

Although hearing Natalie's words, Samora doubted that he would even give her the time of day, to begin with. Besides, she felt as though her friend should've known her better considering she knew where she was from and how she grew up. She was around men similar to Yongguk growing up, so she knew exactly how bad things could turn out from seeing it play it out with her own two eyes.

Plus she wasn't easily persuaded by sweet talk anyways.

"I will. You have my word." She reassured her.

Going to open her mouth to speak, Natalie's phone began to vibrate on the table, cutting off what she wanted to say. Quickly unlocking the phone, her eyes read over the text message from her boss asking her to come in to help the team finalize on a big deal they had been working on. She looked up to see Samora cutting into her steak that she only received a few moments ago.

"My boss needs me back at work..." She trailed off, hating to have to cut off their lunch date so shortly.

"It's alright, I'll be fine. You go handle your business." Samora said reassuringly, waving Natalie off casually.

"But how will you get back home? I drove us here."

Samora shot her a look. "Nat please, I'm sure my grown-ass can find a ride. I'll just get a taxi or take the subway back." She answered, playfully rolling her eyes at her friend's typical worry ways.

"Fine but text me when you make it home." She ordered, reaching into her wallet to pay for everything. It was the least she could do.

"No, I got this. You head back to work." Samora told her, holding her hand to stop Nat who hesitated but nodded in agreement, placing her wallet back inside her purse. The average height woman gathered her things causing a few heads to turn in her direction which she of course ignored. Her beauty was something that did not go unnoticed no matter where she went.

Bidding her friend goodbye, Natalie waltzed out, hoping that Samora would keep her word. It was the main reason why she didn't want to leave her alone. Not because she didn't trust her but she just didn't trust Yongguk, who she saw looking Samora's way whenever she wasn't paying attention.

Now left alone, Samora ate her food silently, enjoying the view of the city. Her thoughts wandered back to what Natalie told her about her past, her warning words didn't fall on death's ear. Matter of fact she doubted that after today, the chances of her crossing paths with Yongguk were slim. That, of course, didn't stop her from peeking at him a few more times before she was finished with her meal though.

Shaking her head, she thanked her waiter and paid for everything, making sure to leave a nice tip. The feeling of eyes on her as she walked through the restaurant and out the doors, she fought the urge to look back. She had been here long enough to get used to the stares yet it still made her a bit uncomfortable like she needed to be on point at all times just in case.

With her skin tone alone she stood out and her tattoos made it no better.

Stepping out into the busy walkway, she pulled out her phone to hail a taxi and waited patiently for it show up. The satin floral maxi dress she wore was just right for the warm weather, and Bang Yongguk appreciated seeing her in it.

The woman grabbed his attention only moments after he sat down. He was only here for business, so his focus was purely on the task at hand but soon he became distracted by the exotic beauty who sat at a table with a very familiar face. A face that he hadn't seen in a while. His curiosity peaked even more, wondering how the two women knew each other.

He had seen his share of foreigners in his country but she....she was far more different than the rest. While he listened to the conversation at his table, he looked her over from head to toe, taking in all of her. He noticed with her hair being pulled up into a bun, it made her pretty face stand out even more. His eyes lingered on her glossed lips longer than it should but he couldn't help it.

The ink on her skin surprised him because not too many here showed them off like she did, especially women but it added to the respect he already gained for her. Her staring at him when he wasn't looking didn't go unnoticed but he didn't have time to explore her more than this.

His plate was already so full and his relationship with women was rocky enough. Zhara was already too much on her own right now.

"We'll have everything ready by the docks at 11. If everything goes as planned, you'll own the shipments that come through the Han River." Park nodded, sliding Yongguk a black folder. He needed this to go by smoothly if he wanted to be apart of the crew. The man could no longer handle working with Vega, someone who didn't give a shit what happened to those that moved under him.

Yongguk's gaze pierced into the man's eyes, searching for any signs of lies. Park fidgeted a bit but held his ground firmly. He meant business. Nodding his head, he took that as a cue that this meeting was over. Bowing to the men at the table he made his exit with the rest not far behind him.

"You think he'll hold up his end of the deal?" Himchan asked, watching Park get into a car and pull off into the busy highway.

"If not, Youngjae and the others will be on standby." Yongguk stated, spotting the same woman from inside the restaurant standing near the road. "I'll be back." He threw over his shoulder, making his way towards her, throwing all caution to the wind.

Tucking his hands into his pockets, he silently stood beside the woman, waiting patiently until she noticed him. A whiff of her sweet perfume filled his nose as a light breeze blew past them. Samora could feel someone next to her suddenly and looked over to see him. Yongguk looked down at her with an unreadable expression, a bit intimidated at how so much more beautiful she looked up close.

His hand itched to touch her skin.

The two stood there staring at the other, forgetting the world around them momentarily. Neither knowing that this encountering was going to change their lives forever.

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pocminiseries · 5 years

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Don’t Stop.

↠♤Pairing: Ten x OC ↠♤Warnings: Mature Themes, Adult Content, Explicit Language, Straight Up Sex. ↠♤Genre: Non-Kpop Related, Smut, One Shot, Imagine. ↠♤Synopsis: In which friends cross the line of forbidden lust.

Quiet.

It was the first thing he had told her to be as he welcomed her into the living room space. And yet barely ten minutes later, here he was releasing the most erotic noises that seemed to rise each time his lips parted.

"Please..." He begins to lowly plead with a shaky breath. "Please...don't stop," His weak demand found her ears, and she was quick to oblige to what he wanted.

Her hands ran up his exposed thighs, feeling them tremble underneath her touch. Laying back against the couch with his legs parted, his jeans and briefs were pooled at his feet as she was settled between him on her knees.

They were surrounded by darkness with the exception of the full moon illuminating enough light for them to see each other...and it was all they needed.

"Go deeper," He grunts out, lifting up his shirt enough to display his toned stomach. Through low lids hidden behind his long bangs, he watches her practically swallow his length with no hesitation. The sight alone burning permanently inside his mind. "Again,"

A deep moan released from his throat as she did it once more, allowing the tip of his dick to hit the back of her throat. Her soft gags were nothing short of sinful causing him to roll his hips just to hear her make the noise again. But even with her mouth full of him, she didn't let up, forcing herself to breathe through her nose instead.

She expertly hallowed her cheeks as she pulled back, teasingly sucking at his weeping head, tasting the unique liquid of his precum. Her eyes took in the shine her saliva left behind before connecting with his. A wave of heat spread across her skin from his intense gaze, one that only made the ache between her thighs more potent.

"Keep going," He encourages, using one of his hands to grip the base of his dick to tap it against her lips. "Make me cum all over that beautiful face of yours," His lewd words caused her to smirk because she witnessing a side of him that she always knew existed.

There was always something in the way Chittaphon looked or even the way he did certain things that made her curious. He had ways that were playful but it was always clear to Kiya that his nature still oozed dominance. Even without trying, his sex appeal was something serious and he knew it. There weren't many things that he took seriously with the exception of his closes friends.

With most things that he did or dabbled in were always for an in the moment type of thing. Never to be taken seriously, which was why none of his "relationships" ever lasted. And after being good friends with him for the last four years, it was a trait that Kiya picked up on immediately.

She thought that having knowledge of his ways that she wouldn't be so foolish enough to develop feelings for him past friendship but of course, she couldn't have been more wrong.

And with Chittaphon being as observant as he was, was very aware. All it took was a couple of shots into her system to have her agree to go back to his shared apartment just to see what could happen.

Now here they were inside of his living room past two in the morning with him about to lose his mind at the sound of her choking on his dick.

Squeezing his thighs, Kiya's mouth wrapped around his head once again as she used her tongue to apply pressure in an area underneath it that had him shivering from the unexpected delectation. With his teeth sinking into his bottom lip, he held the sides of her head and pushed her down the rest of his length, watching as he disappeared past her lips.

Her pace was a steady, and slow one at first, simply because she enjoyed how he felt. Just like the rest of him, his dick was just as alluring as he was. So perfectly inched and thick, forcing her jaws to accommodate to his size.

"Look at me," He softly demands, brushing his thumb across her cheek until her eyes lifted to met his. "You look so beautiful like this..." He trails off, finding himself in somewhat of a daze at her plump lips wrapped him so enticingly.

Kiya in return moaned around him, using the moment to bob her head up and down his length with more urgency. The wet sounds her mouth produced each time she pulled back begun to mix in with his soft groans and whimpers, filled the silence around them, indicating to whoever was listening knew exactly what they were doing.

It was the feeling of her hands finally massaging his balls that had him lifting his hips off the couch and finding himself fucking into her mouth as his deep moans came out louder than expected. "Fuck, Kiya...your mouth...d-don't stop," He could feel his toes curl inside of his shoes, while she continued to practically suck the soul out of him.

His ass barely had the chance to met the cushion when he felt her pull away from him, the feeling of her tongue moving against his sac ripping a whiny cry from his throat. The muscles of his stomach visible clenched, displaying how close he truly was.

Kiya could feel the temperature in the room get more heated as she used one of her hands to jerk him while the other slid up his chest to tweak at his nipple. It was a combination of everything that she was doing that was driving Ten absolutely insane. He couldn't help the noises that he was making, how easily her name fell from his lips in chants.

He was convinced that he became harder from her ministrations. The way her tongue swirled around his balls then back up his dick as if she was truly making love to it using her mouth was ridiculous. "Put it back in your mouth...make me cum," He instructs, watching her use the tip of her tongue to tease the head of his dick.

With his fingers gripping tightly at her curls, Ten moved her in the way he wanted, panting at her skilled muscle bringing him closer to his release. His hair started to stick to his forehead, as his body was coated with a shine of sweat. "Ugh...ugh...baby please...suck me just like that," He praises, letting his head fall back against the couch. His tone was louder but he no longer cared about being heard...not with what she was doing to him.

Kiya could feel herself leaking into her panties as she looked up at him. Her pussy was begging to be touched. So to cater to her needs, she reached a hand between her thighs and pulled her panties to the side. Her fingers immediately found her heated core which made her involuntarily moan around Ten's dick with her eyes almost rolling to the back of her head.

She was soaked and it was all because of him.

"Keep playing with yourself...I'm right there," His husky tone caught her attention, bringing her back to the task at hand. He felt heavier against her tongue and she knew he was close. "Rub your clit harder for me baby..."

With is chest quickly rising and falling, Ten watched and listened to Kiya do as he said all while her head bobbed up and down his dick without missing a beat. His handsome face scrunched up as his hips bucked, sitting their own rhythm to match Kiya's movements.

When his eyes found hers, he started to feel himself tip over the edge and fall. Why did she have to look so fucking sexy like this?

"Oh, Kiya...I'm about to cum..." He chants lowly, feeling himself losing control over his stuttering hips. "Take all of it, baby..." Was his last request as his back arches, releasing his seed into her mouth and down her throat where she swallowed him just as he wanted. The vibrations of her groaning at the sight him made his dick twitch against her tongue, even as she pulled away once she was done.

After a minute, Ten relaxed against the couch with his eyes focused on the bit of cum that escaped out of the side of her mouth. Though his breathing was harsh, he sat up a bit, licking his own lips. "Come here,"

Kiya barely registered what he said when she felt him grip her the arms and pull her towards him and into his lap to straddle his waist. "Ten...wait-" She barely manages to say once she sees him leaning in and placing his lips against hers.

In an instant he pushed his tongue into her mouth, tasting himself against her warm muscle. It was one of the most salacious things he's done and one of the first. This was nothing like him, however, with Kiya and the way she looked...how she made him feel just a minute ago, he just couldn't help himself.

Pushing her hips down against him, a smirk formed on his face at the small whimper she released. "You did this..." He explains, rocking her back and forth over his still hard member. "I need you right now Kiya...please, please let me feel you,"

Kiya found herself softly smiling at him before she moved away from him and stood up. "That bad huh?" She teases, tugging her dress up higher until it bunched around her small waist. "Tell me, Chittaphon..."

Rolling his eyes, Ten knew what game she was playing at and usually, he wouldn't bother with her antics but now...things were different. Pushing his damp bangs back with his fingers, Ten finally slips out of his shoes and kicks away his jeans and briefs, along with his shirt, leaving him completely naked for her to see. With his dick hard, and pointing upwards, he shows her just how badly he desires her.

This was no longer a game to him.

"Please Kiya, come fuck me," He shamelessly begs, eyeing her figure from head to toe. "I want you so badly, please don't deny me,"

In an instant Kiya had her panties pulled down her legs and found herself straddling his lap once more. She rolled her hips against his, earning a hiss in return from her teasing. "Stop playing games and fuck me right now," He urged, wrapping one arm around her waist as the other gripped at his dick and lined it up at her entrance. "Let me inside of you..."

It was all Kiya needed for her to slowly sink down onto his length, her arms immediately wrapping themselves around his shoulders in an attempt to hold onto something. The feeling of her wet, velvety like walls engulfing him was everything bit of euphoric. The throaty moan he released once he was fully inside of her made his grip on her waist tightened, in an attempt not to move as he wanted.

"Take this off," He demands, pulling the red bodycon dress over her head, leaving him with a surprising view of her braless chest. His mouth was quick to attach to her right breast as he felt her womanhood squeeze around him. "Move..."

His words fell weakly passed his lips but nonetheless, Kiya lifted herself up and sank back down, once...twice... before she sensually rolled her hips. Everything from the way her smooth skin felt against his, to her sweet scent and the way her body fit so well with his was slowly driving him crazy.

He knew that he wasn't going to last long.

"Why do you feel so good?" He groans into her chest, bucking his hips into her every time she slid down. Her pussy seemed to have a firm grip around him, making him feel every little move she made. The sound of her ass hitting his thighs was a symphony he wanted to hear more of. His heavy pants were muffled against her chest as she held him close, running her hands through his hair as she rode him like she's always imagined she would in her dreams.

His hands caressed her back while he tried to control his moans, but he could feel himself getting close to the edge again.

No one had made him feel like this. There was no one that he could just let them go back to just being friends after tonight. This...whatever they were creating already had him addicted. Maybe his other hookups were pointless interactions but that was beyond the case with Kiya.

He wanted more.

Letting his back meet the couch, with a new sense of determination, Ten gripped her hips tightly and moved Kiya in the manner he wanted. Her cries grew louder as well as the smacking of skin from his change of speed. The amount of pleasure the both of them were feeling came in waves that seemed to be never-ending.

To fuck her just right was the plan and he made sure to deliver just that.

"Bounce on it harder, Kiya...all of this is yours...you hear me?... Don't stop...yeah, just like that..."

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Body Of Gold|3

3. First Experience: Vimin

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“You’re nervous…relax,” Jimin mumbles against her collarbone, feeling Nubia’s body tremble from their soft but calculated touches. With Taehyung standing behind her and Jimin in front of her, she wasn’t sure what to do or how to respond to being trapped in between both of them at once.

Her mind was in rambles trying to process the situation.

Realization didn’t set in until she had stepped foot inside of what she assumed to be Taehyung’s bedroom. She had stood as still as a rock while they stalked around, knowing fully well how nervous they were making her. But Nubia was too beautiful to not be admired from every angle and they made to get their fill of every asset.

“Tell us what you want,” Taehyung speaks up next, his husky tone sending a shiver down her spine. With his fingers interlocked with hers, he gave her hands a squeeze, while placing kisses along her cheek, making quick eye contact with Jimin.

“I-i don’t know…” Nubia stutters, trying her best to keep her shit together. She hated feeling like this around men she knew would never do anything to intentionally hurt her but no matter how much she attempted to pep talk herself, the result was always the same.

It was the sound of Taehyung’s deep chuckle against her ear that had her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. “Yes you do,” He smirks, watching as Jimin flicks his tongue along the top of her left breast that was exposed to him.

“Or do we have to explore every inch of you to find out for ourselves?” Jimin questions teasingly, looking up towards Nubia who visibly swallowed at his words. “Either way, I don’t mind,” There was so much that he had in mind he wanted to do to and with her, and he hoped that with time she would open up to them so they could give her everything they had to offer.

“Jimin…” Nubia finds herself croaking out of his name once her eyes met his. Those dark orbs staring back at her in the most predatory manner that she felt it straight to her core.

This shit was crazy.

“What baby?” Was his soft response as he leaned back to get the full view of her beautiful face. His eyes roamed over her features, soon finding it difficult to pinpoint which parts he liked the most. That, of course, was until they landed on her lips…ones that were so perfectly plump and inviting. He had so many fantasies of what they would feel like against his own.

Sensing her hesitancy when it was clear what she wanted, Taehyung sent Jimin a knowing look, mentally telling the younger male to make the first move.

“I see…” Jimin trails off, looking her up and down. “You want me to kiss you, don’t you?” He observes, leaning forward until their noses barely touched. He immediately took notice in Nubia’s increased breathing which Taehyung softly laughed at as he hid his face in the nape of her neck. “Am I right, Queen?”

Not trusting her voice, Nubia chose to nod her head instead. She watched Jimin smirk right before his tongue licked her lips, catching her off guard. It was unexpected…but she found his teasing action to be a sensual one.

Barely a second later, Nubia felt his lips press against hers once…twice…until he kissed her more deeply with Nubia groaning at how well their mouths worked against each other. She had thoughts of this but none of them compared to the real thing. She wanted to reach out and wrap her arms around him to pull him closer, but Taehyung refused to allow her to move, firmly keeping their fingers interlocked.

Feeling her try to tug away, Taehyung took it upon himself to nip at her neck causing her to gasp, unknowingly allowing Jimin to slip his tongue into her mouth that left Nubia feeling light headed.

The sight itself had Taehyung subconsciously grind into her backside in which Nubia surprisingly moved back against him. “Don’t do that,” He warns, his warm breath brushing past her ear but Nubia’s mind was too high above the clouds to listen.

With the way Jimin was tonguing her down and Taehyung nipping at her neck, it was all becoming too much.

Being tired of being left out, Taehyung released one of Nubia’s hands and used it to firmly grip the back of Jimin’s neck, catching his attention.

Forcing himself to pull away from Nubia’s addictive lips, Jimin eyed Taehyung curiously. Using no words, Taehyung worked his tongue against her neck all while keeping his eyes set on Jimin, hoping he would catch on to his hidden message.

Realizing what he meant, Jimin mimicked Taehyung’s actions to the other side of Nubia’s neck sending the poor woman into a trembling mess.

With her neck being so sensitive, every lick, suck and bite against her skin that they made, had her pussy leaking and throbbing with need. “Baby, I think you may have found her spot,” Jimin lowly comments after feeling Nubia’s body jerk against them. Her soft moans rising an octave as her free hands finds its way to Jimin’s back.

Hearing his lovers words, Taehyung teased at the area below Nubia’s ear causing her to cuss under her breath. “Stop…” She grunts out weakly, feeling embarrassed that they were about to make her reach her peak from something as childish as dry humping.

But neither men listened as they continued their assault, with Jimin squeezing her ass while Taehyung did the same to her breasts. “Please…stop…” Nubia pleads once more, realizing how close she was. “I’m going to cum…please,” She rushes out just as they both took it upon themselves to grind into her at the same time forcing her to reach her climax shamelessly.

“Aw, I think she’s embarrassed Tae,” Jimin comments after a few seconds, moving back to look her over, taking notice in the way she avoided making eye contact with him. “Don’t be. Especially now that we know how responsive you are,” He wanted to see her cum again…preferably on his dick and his tongue. “Kookie is going to love you,”

“Don’t say things like that,” Nubia whispers, dropping her arms back to her sides. “It wasn’t supposed to happen like that,” She felt an inexperienced virgin after that. How could they make her have an orgasm by doing something so damn simple?

“And why’s that? Because if anything, I want to see you react the same way when I have you bouncing on my lap,” Taehyung proclaims, placing his hands on her hips. “Now take this off,” He orders, slowly tugging down the zipper in the back of her jumpsuit.

“Don’t be so demanding Tae,” Jimin chastises, watching the way Nubia’s eyes went wide at Taehyung’s request. “Are you sure you want this?… Be honest,” He asks her in a serious tone. “If you say no, we’ll understand but if you agree, you need to know you won’t be leaving this room until the sun rises,” He explains, making it clear what he and Taehyung planned to do.

They were going to wreck her and if Nubia was being honest, she wanted to experience it all.

Licking her lips, Nubia pulled the straps of her jumpsuit past her shoulders, revealing her braless chest as she tugged the rest of the material down her legs, letting the material pool at her heeled feet. “Jesus Nubia,” Whispers Taehyung as he stands next to Jimin, who was too busy taking mental pictures of her to speak just yet.

Nubia’s body was the definition of sin and designed to be cherished, something both men planned to do until she tapped out.

“Lay back on the bed for us, baby,” Jimin instructs, forcing himself to keep his distance. If he were to touch her right now, looking as tempting as she does, he was positive he wouldn’t be able to control himself.

Nubia curiously eyed them both before doing what Jimin asked, crawling onto the bed and laying back against the pillows. “Good, now spread your legs for us,” Taehyung speaks up next, still mesmerized by the sight of her ass being on full display when she crawled up the bed. She was going to be the death of him, he just knew it.

“When you feel the need to, touch yourself…” Jimin says, grinning at her nervous facial expression. “But whatever you do, keep your eyes on us, ok?”

Nubia nodded her head, knowing exactly what was about to happen. “I wanted to do this just to tease her but I’ve missed your mouth on me,” Jimin reveals once he turns his attention back to Taehyung. “I’m starting to believe that Kookie’s needy ways are rubbing off on me,”

Taehyung released a low chuckle, pulling Jimin towards him. “You’re both lucky that I don’t mind as much as I used to,” He states right before his leans in and places a sweet kiss on his lover’s lips. A kiss that instantly turned into something filled with need and desperation, a sight that almost made Nubia feel as though she was intruding.

They kissed in the way that true lovers do, passionate and raw. And Jimin was serious when he said he was becoming needy. With their schedules keeping each of them busy, they haven’t had as much time with each other like they wanted which he absolutely hated. The quick pecks on the lips were nothing compared to this.

“Don’t…” Taehyung warns when Jimin bit his bottom lip and tugged at the soft flesh. “I swear Jimin, I’ll fuck you right here…don’t tempt me,” He adds, pulling Jimin’s shirt over his head. Jimin knew all of his weakness and exactly how to rile him up but now wasn’t the time.

“I’ll stop, simply because of Queen…” Glancing towards the quiet woman, Jimin caught her just as she tossed her panties to the floor. “But for now, touch me,” He tells Taehyung, closing his eyes briefly when he felt Taehyung’s hands rub down his chest. “Lower,”

Taehyung playfully rolled his eyes, doing as Jimin wanted by tugging down his sweats not at all surprised to see he wore nothing underneath. “The girls in your dance class must’ve been losing their minds today,”

Jimin found himself giggling, catching a hint of jealousy in his lover’s voice. “Maybe just a little but they can look…never touch,” He reminds him, kicking his sweats off to the side. “You next,”

Leaving no room for Taehyung to protest, Jimin stripped him naked and took a second to allow his eyes to sweep over him from head to toe, lingering on his impressive length. “If you’re going to stare at my dick like that, then you need to get on your knees,” Taehyung prompts, following Jimin’s tongue move across his bottom lip.

Why was he such a fuckin tease?

“In due time I will but please, Tae, touch me already,” Jimin whines, grabbing one of Taehyung’s hands and moved it towards his leaking member. “Just for a minute, then I promise…I’ll do whatever you ask,”

Although the neediness that both of his boyfriends shared annoyed him sometimes, Taehyung could admit that he was slowly finding it to be sort of a turn on. The way they craved for him always gave him a sense of pride.

“Touch you how…like this?” Taehyung teases, wrapping a firm hand around Jimin’s dick, giving it a slight squeeze causing Jimin to snap his hips for more friction. “Or maybe like this?” He questions, quickening his pace to stroke Jimin in the way he wanted, only to slow down as soon as he started. Taehyung couldn’t help but laugh at the displeased look that Jimin was shooting in his direction.

“Baby…stop toying with me. I need this…” Jimin presses, moving his hips to fuck into Taehyung’s hand. “And so does she,” He nods towards Nubia, who was trying to seem unbothered by the scene in front of her although her glistening folds was proof enough how much they affected her.

Taking in Nubia’s clear aroused state, Taehyung finally gave in and begin to jerk Jimin’s dick as he placed kisses along his jawline. Jimin’s low groans urged him on as he found his own member expand even more at the thought of hearing his cries once he was inside of him. There was just something about Jimin calling out his name when they fucked that drove him crazy.

“I know that look…” Jimin observes once he placed his forehead against Taehyung’s. “I can’t wait to feel you…” He cooes, placing a quick kiss to Taehyung’s lips before he dropped to his knees. “Queen…pay attention,” And that she did.

Nubia’s hands gripped the sheets beside her tightly, watching Jimin work his tongue along Taehyung’s dick, leaving no parts of it untouched. She paid attention to the way Taehyung’s thighs tensed when Jimin begin to suck at the head…how deep his moans become once Jimin started to bob his head up and down…the way his lust filled gazed met Jimin’s as he softly brushed his bangs back…how his jaw would clench when Jimin would pull back painfully slow and only to swallow as much of him as he could.

Everything about them was so primal and salacious.

Nubia’s finger barely touched her clit when Taehyung’s voice filled her ears. “Jimin…she needs us,” He informs Jimin with a quivering voice, finally releasing a deep breath once Jimin released his dick from his mouth.

“No, please…don’t stop because of me…” She states, feeling a bit disappointed that they stopped because she touched herself. “Keep going,”

Licking his lips, Jimin stands up with his dick slapping against his stomach. “Your pleasure will always come before ours Nubia…then maybe once we’re done and you can manage to stay awake, you can watch us while you play with that pretty pussy of yours,” He winks, reaching out to grab her by the ankles, pulling her towards the end of the bed.

Nubia gasped loudly, barely given the chance to realize what was going when they lifted her to her feet with Taehyung taking her spot by sitting down on the bed. “Come here…” He beckons, gripping her wrist as he helped her seat on his lap. She instantly grew stiff feeling the hardness of his dick brush against her sleek folds.

“Relax. We’re not here to hurt you,” Taehyung reassures her, rubbing her back up and down in a soothing manner until he felt her become less tense. “Trust us,” He encourages, pressing his lips to hers and sighed in relief. He moved against her mouth with practiced precision as their tongues intertwined in a way that had Nubia shivering against him.

“I want you to turn around and ride me, can you do that for me?” Taehyung asks once he pulled away, shifting his gaze towards Jimin who became entranced seeing them kiss.

Shyly, Nubia nodded and stood up, allowing Taehyung to move backward and further up the bed. Once he was settled, she moved towards him and got into the desired position. Placing one hand behind his head, Taehyung’s eyes were glued to her booty as she kneeled above him. With shaky hands, Nubia grabbed his length, finally feeling how heavy and long he felt. She pumped him a few times before lining him up at her entrance.

The moment she moved back and allowed him to enter her, Nubia was convinced she saw stars. She didn’t even make an attempt to stop the strangled cry that left her throat once he was fully inside of her with a snugged fit. “Oh, shit…” She drags out as she lifts herself up and sinks back down, testing her boundaries.

With her hands on his thighs as leverage, Nubia was quick to find a rhythm, rolling her hips and grinding down on to create the most delicious feeling inside of her gut. The way he filled her each she bounced on his lap had Nubia releasing the most erotic sounds, with the mixture of Taehyung’s name, creating a sound that made Jimin work his dick to match her set pace.

He stood in front of them, watching Nubia take what was hers…following the bounce of her breasts that he so badly wanted to suck. It was one of the sexiest sights to see her essence coat Taehyung’s dick each time she lifted off him. She looked nothing short of a goddess taking Taehyung’s dick like a champ…even to the point where his own moans were just as powerful as hers.

Grasping her hips, Taehyung plunged into her, moving deeper inside her heat. “Keep doing it just like that…you feel amazing like this,” He praises with a horsed voice, bouncing her on him harder. “Jimin…join us already…” He orders weakly, watching Jimin kneel between his opened legs.

Looking up, Nubia followed Jimin’s movements as one of his hands reached up and tweaked her nipple, causing her to gyrate against Taehyung. “Do you think that maybe…you can take my dick next, Queen? Will you give me the chance to fuck you hard into this mattress?” He taunts, running his tongue up her thigh once she slowed down.

Sitting up, Taehyung gripped her thighs, pulling her legs open wider. “What about having two of us at once, think you can handle that baby?” He joins in, feeling and hearing her pussy become wetter. Taehyung smiled towards Jimin while he continued to move inside of her, slowly feeling himself fall in love at the way her walls squeezed around his dick.

Nubia could only moan in response as she felt Jimin pull her petals apart to reveal her engorged clit. He kissed it before giving her one long lick, not all phased by Taehyung fucking her at the same time. It didn’t stop Jimin’s experienced tongue from tasting her and sucking on her clit to add more pleasure to her tired body.

Her broken cries filled their ears as she allowed them to move her at their own accord. All she could do was take what they were giving her, relishing in pure sexual nirvana.

The had managed to gain complete control over her to the point where they had Nubia cumming on top of cumming.

And even then, they refused to let up.

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One|Two

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Kim Namjoon

➵❤︎Type: Mini-Series ➵❤︎Pairing: Kim Namjoon x OC ➵❤︎Warnings: Mature, Adult Content(Eventually), Explicit Language. ➵❤︎Genre: Romance, Fanfiction, Smut, Interracial, Urban, Mini-Series, Kpop Related ➵❤︎Synopsis: In which the popular leader makes an unexpected connection with someone different.

One.

♦

They had made it.

After years of many sleepless nights, long rehearsals, and unforgettable hours in the studio crafting their art, they were finally at the top of their game. This comeback has been their biggest to date, and they've been on a high ever since.

Although Namjoon was proud of his success, he still felt as though this moment in his life was very much bittersweet.

He realized that even with having everything he ever dreamed of coming true, it all somehow seemed to change him in the midst of it all. Even as he stood beside his close friends, he found himself reminiscing on who he was when he first started out as a trainee to now being molded into the world known idol persona RM.

Only a few had the pleasure of knowing who he truly was. Allowing people to get close to him was already a challenge on its own and in this business, you had to always keep your guard up for obvious reasons.

His fans didn't even know he was freshly single after ending a two-year relationship with another idol only a few weeks ago. The breakup had affected him in a way that surprised him, and everyone around him could see it.

So when Jackson had given word a party he was throwing, the guys saw it as an opportunity to bring him along to not only support their friend but also to attempt to cheer up their leader.

The exclusive underground club was filled with familiar faces Namjoon has either worked with or met before since the beginning of his career. His close friends were around him, drinking and talking amongst themselves about something that he hasn't been paying much attention to since he arrived only an hour ago.

While he wanted to show love to his good friend Jackson, he wasn't exactly in the mood for conversation with anyone. His mind was in a completely different place and more than anything, he wanted time alone, something that he's rarely had the taste of over the last few months.

He honestly did not know how long he could put on a fake smile every time someone would look at him.

Placing the red plastic cup against his lips, he sipped the soju as his eyes scanned over the many faces once more until they landed on someone who made him do a double-take. In the corner of the club sat a woman on a barstool staring off into space.

The first thing that caught his attention was her thick mass of curly hair that seemed to frame her face just right. She sported a pair of black-framed glasses that Namjoon thought suited her unique features so well. From her jean jacket to her short white dress and heels on her feet, she somehow managed to stick out the most to him.

The club was filled with beautiful women but she was so different from the rest, and that made him curious. "Who is she?" He asked suddenly, not realizing he had cut off Jackson's talk about organic tea. His friends looked at him curiously before following the tall male's intense gaze until they spotted the woman who grabbed his attention.

A small smile tugged at Jin's lips knowing exactly who she was through mutual friends. "Rocsi. She's Destiny's best friend." He answered, eyeing Namjoon closely, seeing a rare but familiar look on his face.

Namjoon found himself lowly repeating her name, enjoying the way it sounded as it slipped past his lips. As if hearing her name being called, she suddenly looked up and found Namjoon's brown orbs starring back at her. Tilting her head to the side a little bit, she smirked at him causing him to copy her movements, all while his friends looked at the two with amused looks on their faces.

When her phone started to light up in her hands, she broke eye contact to look down at it and the playful smirk she once had was gone. A wave of emotions washed over her face as she stood up and walked towards the exit quickly, placing the phone on her ear.

Standing there, Namjoon debated if he should go after her or not. Did he even have the right to? He hasn't even spoken a word to her, yet he wanted to know everything about her. This wasn't like him at all. The last thing on his mind was the thought of another woman, especially after his break up with Wendy.

But that was before his eyes landed on Rocsi.

"Are you going to stand there or go after her?" Jackson questioned, lightly giving Namjoon a push of encouragement on his shoulder.

Of course, he wanted to but what would he even say to her? The only thing he knew was that for some reason, he was fascinated by her. To him, Rosci was the type of woman he hasn't seen before.

She was beyond gorgeous to him.

"I'll be back." He told his friends, making up his mind to follow his gut and throw caution to the wind. The look on her face when she left made him want to make sure she was at least ok.

Deep down, he wasn't sure what he was doing or if he should be doing it at all but he was curious. There was an attraction there that he couldn't deny and that surprised him more than anything. He was always so sure of his "type" but after seeing her, all that changed within a matter of seconds.

Going out of the door he saw her exit from, he stepped out and looked towards his right, spotting her leaning against the wall having a heated argument with whoever she was on the phone with. With her back facing towards him, he shamelessly took in her slim but curvy figure. Licking his lips, he stepped up behind her just as she ended her conversation.

It wasn't until she felt a hand being placed on her hip that she realized she wasn't alone. Her body went stiff, panicking that someone was going to hurt her until she heard his voice in her ear. One that she knew so well.

"Rocsi..."

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At Midnight|3

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The tension in the air was thick and uncomfortable.

Imani's eyes refused to meet her fiance's gaze that had been staring a hole into her back since she stepped out of the shower. He had scared her when she spotted him undoing his tie near the bed, barely even speaking a word to him.

What was there to say?

Instead of making an unnecessary attempt at conversation, she sat in front of her vanity and started her nightly routine. With her detangling brush in one hand, she started brushing her hair, feeling Jayden move about around their bedroom. She hated that he was here.

He had made it a routine of coming home late but now all of a sudden he was home right after he was done with work? It was bullshit but Imani had a feeling of what changed.

He no longer needed to hide.

"So we're not speaking now?" His gruff voice suddenly asked, causing her eyes to finally meet his as he stood behind her with his shirt now unbuttoned, exposing his muscled chest.

"I have nothing to say," Imani shrugged, putting down her brush and picking up her favorite scented lotion.

"You're going to be my wife soon Imani, communication is needed in every relationship," He informed her, almost causing Imani to roll her eyes. This muthafu-

"Work is fine. I'm fine. There, happy?" She answers, giving him an annoyed look before applying lotion along her legs.

His deep chuckle sent a chill down her spine because it was so sinister sounding. "Fix that attitude and address me correctly. You know better," He warns, placing one of his hands on her shoulder. "You know the role you're playing here don't you?"

Glancing his hand on her shoulder, then towards his dark eyes, Imani shrugged his hand off of her. "Yes, the one of your fiance. The one you proposed to. The one you're willing to say I do to under the watchful gaze of God but clearly, I'm not the only one you seek,"

The grin on his handsome face only seemed to grow at her words, not at all fazed by what she said. "As long as you know your place, Imani. Faithe is none of your concern. Do what is expected of you and everything will be fine. If not...you know I'm always willing to make another example out of you,"

The hate Imani had for Jayden only seemed to grow the more he talked, irking her brain even more. "You're right, it isn't my business but the next time you think about having your mistress in my bed, I'll put a bullet in her head and into her stomach as she carries your unborn child," She threatened, feeling an intense sting to her cheek as her head snapped back from his slap to her face a few seconds later.

With watery eyes, Imani held her left cheek as she stared up at him with hatred. "Watch yourself, Imani. That reckless mouth of yours will cost you problems, especially speaking on my seed. I'll warn you once, keep your fuckin mouth shut,"

"Or what?! You can't hurt me Jayden, yo daddy will kil-"

"No, bitch, I'll kill you," He cut in with that evil tone and look upon his face. "My dad doesn't run shit around here, I do and it's best you learn that," The grip he had on her arm tightened, causing her to wince.

"Please! If you had any say, you'd be marrying Faithe, not me," Imani retorted back, flinching when he raised his free hand again only to caress her heated skin.

"Don't get it twisted Imani, I want you...I mean look at you," He acknowledged, looking her over as he admired her beauty. "You know how many men out there that want you? But they can never have you because you belong to me and once I'm done with you...nobody will want you, I can promise you that,"

She was scared and Jayden could sense it. Her mouth was something lethal sometimes but he knew how to put her in her place. "I love you, Imani, I really do. I can make you happy. All you have to do is accept my lifestyle and everything you could ever want I'll give to you," He cooed, bending down to kiss her bruised cheek.

"Be obedient, that's all I ask," With that, he took a step back and headed straight for the bathroom, leaving Imani alone to pick herself up.

Her head shook as she fought to keep herself together. This couldn't be life.

How dare he?

Her fingers barely graced her cheek as she let out a hiss in pain, finally tasting the iron in her mouth. He damn near slapped her head off of her shoulders. Hearing the shower turn on after a few minutes, Imani sprung into action, knowing she couldn't just stay here tonight. Not after what he said or did to her face.

Pulling on a pair of sweats and a simple graphic t-shirt, she slipped her feet into a pair of sneakers and tossed her still slightly wet curls into a messy bun on top of her head. Quickly grabbing her purse and keys, she all but powerwalked out the door, carefully closing it behind her and hastily headed towards her car. She didn't even bother with a seatbelt, pulling out of her driveway as soon she started it up.

Only her soft sniffles could be heard as she drove to a random gas station a little ways into the city. Maybe she would come to regret this in the morning but she didn't care.

Even when Jayden blew up her phone, she ignored his calls and texts, not bothering to read them.

Her options were limited and he knew that. Jayden, along with his father had eyes and ears everywhere so she knew she had little time to figure something out. She couldn't turn to her friends because they knew all of them, not as if she had many to begin with.

Going to her parents was out of the question, they would only hand her over because of fear.

She was at a complete loss.

Sitting back against her seat, Imani reached for her purse and pulled out her wallet, looking through the few bills that she had when she came across a familiar card. One that she had forgotten about since that night he had given it to her.

Imani hadn't seen him since her scare inside of the women's bathroom at the restaurant. Once she had blatantly told him what was happening to her, she had quickly realized what she had done and clumsily fled out of the bathroom stale with him calling after her. She felt embarrassed that she exposed herself to him like that.

No one knew about her disease or how much it was infecting her. It was just another part of bad karma embedding itself into her life, so Imani simply accepted it. What more could she do?

Still, as she looked down at Leo's card the words he said to her at the gala replayed so vividly in her mind..."When you need me, come find me".

Biting her lip, she read the number and grabbed her phone and nervously dialed, throwing all caution to the wind. As it started to ring, her eyes glanced at the clock that read exactly midnight when she heard his smooth voice on the other end.

"Hello,"

For a second she hesitated, almost hitting the end button, knowing deep down what she was about to do was a mistake but the words she said next seemed to leave her mouth with no warning. "You told me when I needed you to find you and...I-..." She faltered, too afraid to let the words leave her mouth but Leo had heard all he needed to hear, recognizing Imani's serene tone immediately.

"Did he hurt you?"

Imani swallowed, biting into her lip in an attempt to force back her sobs, failing miserably as her emotions began to get the best of her. "Yes..." She choked out, gripping the steering wheel with her free hand.

"Follow the address I sent you...I'll be waiting," He instructed, just as Imani felt her phone vibrate against her cheek. "Be careful," He adds before ending the call.

Reading the text that he sent with his address attached to it and typed it into her GPS. In seconds she had started up her engine and pulled off onto the freeway, following the directions carefully. The entire drive she wandered of what would or could happen when she arrived. She didn't know a thing about him but she truly didn't have anywhere else to go.

It was literally the only place that Imani knew that Jayden wouldn't be able to find her at. The consequences were worth the risk.

Forty minutes had past when she had found herself driving down a gravelly road that seemed to be in the middle of nowhere until a beautiful two-story home came into her view. She could make out two cars that sat in the driveway as she put her own in park and cut the engine. As soon as she removed her keys from the ignition, the light on the porch was flicked on and out steeped the silhouette of Leo.

Nervously, Imani exited her car and closed it behind her. Her eyes stayed glued to him the entire time she moved up his walkway and to the steps, losing her footing when she saw that he was shirtless. She barely noticed him reaching for her and helping her inside until the sound of his front door closing filled her ears.

Imani knew that she probably looked a mess with her red eyes from crying after she told herself not to. Her cheek probably an ugly color of red and purple which Leo noticed immediately under the light in his entryway.

Grabbing a hold of her hand, he silently led them upstairs and straight to his bathroom. With ease he lifted her up onto his counter and begin to fix up her face, starting with her rinsing out her bloody mouth.

"You're hiding from him," He states knowingly, holding up an ice pack to her cheek. "I'm aware of who your fiance is, Imani...you're safe with me,"

Imani couldn't pinpoint it, but there was just something about the way he said that that sent a wave of relief through her veins. "I can't stay long," She reveals to him, knowing that somehow, someway Jayden would find her.

Moving a piece of hair from her face, Leo took in the beauty in front of him, taking special notice of the fear in her eyes. "You can but you're just too afraid of what he'll do,"

The fact that he could read her so easily was terrifying. "He'll kill you if he finds me here,"

Leo smirks at that. "He can try but I can assure you, he won't succeed," He casually states, knowing very well what he was capable of. Imani was completely clueless of the deadly man she had standing between her legs.

Though he was attempting to live a normal life, his skills still remained intact. He wasn't one to be tested.

"Why are you so nice to me?" She questioned softly, closing her eyes. To trust someone so easily was foolish but she has felt so safe whenever she was around him.

"Because you seem to need someone and I don't believe coming across you at that moment was a coincidence," He told her half truthfully. In reality, when his eyes had first landed on her at the gala he was intrigued. "Tell me I'm wrong?"

"Are you my savior in all this?" She asks instead, opening her eyes to look over his face.

"If that's what you need me to be," He easily claims, not being the one to lie.

A low chuckle slips past Imani's lips at that. "My problems...my issues...they run deep you know? I'm literally dying with no way out,"

"That was before you met me, Imani. I can fix whatever you need me to," Solving conflicts or issues was a specialty of his. It just usually ended up with someone dying by the end of it.

"This type of brokenness can't be fixed, Leo," No matter how fine this man was or how willing he was to help her...she could never have him as she wanted.

"You doubt me but you ending up here with me was because this was where you wanted to be, no matter what excuse you try telling yourself,"

Maybe he was right. Maybe she did want to be here but that made her nervous. Imani knew that if she crossed that line with him, it wouldn't be some one-time thing. No. Whatever this was between them was something deep and once she gave in, there would be no turning back.

And that alone scared her.

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At Midnight

➵❤︎ Pairing: Jackson Wang x OC ➵❤︎ Warnings: Mature, Adult Content, Explicit Language, Gang Relations, etc ➵❤︎Genre: Romance, Fanfiction, Smut, Interracial, Urban, Non-Kpop Related. ➵❤︎Synopsis: We always seek the forbidden things we know aren't good for us but to deny what your heart truly deserves is the real tragedy. And for Imani, her savior came in the form of someone who was tainted, a man with a past who did violent acts simply for the joy of it. To be unfaithful was a sin but how could one stay away from what they truly desired, regardless of the consequences?

"11:11-Listen"

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"...Imani? Did you hear me?"

Tearing her gaze from the passing buildings, Imani turned her focus to the man beside her, a cloud of sadness shadowing her eyes. "Yes, Jayden, I heard you." She answered, giving him a small smile.

"Is everything ok baby? You've been quiet since this morning," The concern in his voice almost made her believe he truly cared. She began to question if he ever did.

"Yeah, I'm good, just a little tired," Imani lied smoothly. Trying her best to put on the fakest performance she could. This was the last place she wanted to be - anywhere near him. She could barely look him in the eyes anymore.

She had to fight the urge to not snatch her hand away when he reached for it, placing a kiss on the back of it. "You look beautiful tonight," He softly cooed, rubbing his thumb across her knuckles as his eyes admired her frame in the sexy but classy number she chose to wear for tonight's event.

"Thank you," She whispered back just when their limo pulled in front of the venue. Both a sense of relief and dread washed over her at once simply because she didn't know how she was going to get through this night, especially with how she's been feeling.

Once Jayden had stepped out, Imani took a deep breath in an attempt to get her emotions in check. She rathered be somewhere in her bed, crying out her frustrations, not here plastering a fake smile across her face as she displayed false happiness in front of people she could really give a fuck less about. Not to mention on the arm of a man she could no longer stand to be around.

They were barely inside of the ballroom for ten minutes when that familiar warm floral scent filled her nose. "Mr. Reyes." A soft voice greeted in that same seductive tone she always used whenever she was around him. Imani glanced up at Jayden seeing him smile brightly as anger began to run through her veins.

She was just a good friend he told her, that they've been close since their middle school days - and since trust was key in any relationship, Imani blindly believed him, no questions asked.

However, Imani always caught the way he looked at her. The sparkle in his eyes whenever she was around and the neverending smile that graced his face when she spoke, which he was proudly showcasing now.

"Faithe, it's good to see you," He beamed, letting go of Imani to pull Faithe in for a hug, leaving Imani standing there awkwardly to look at an embrace she knew was more than just a friendly greeting.

As if she had just noticed Imani standing there, Faithe finally acknowledged her once she pulled away from Jayden. "Oh, Imani...that dress on you is everything," Faithe complimented her, showing off that perfect smile of hers.

It was the fact that she could stand there and smile in front of Imani's face after what she's done was crazy. Imani wanted nothing more than to knock this bitches teeth crooked. "You look great too, Faithe,"

Sporting a red bodycon dress that showed a little cleavage, Faithe looked good, it was something Imani couldn't deny her and neither could the man she called her fiancé either. His eyes have been looking her up and down like she was a piece of steak.

"Thank you," Faithe nodded before turning her attention back to Jayden. "There are some people here who want to meet you to discuss the Bellmore project. You mind meeting them?"

With no hesitation, Jayden wrapped an arm around her small waist as if Imani wasn't standing right there. "Lead the way," He replies, his eyes had been fixated on her the moment she showed up and Imani wondered if he had forgotten she even existed.

"Imani, you don't mind if I steal him away do you?" Faithe questioned, causing Jayden to finally snap from his daze and look towards Imani.

Shifting her eyes between them, the level of hurt and betrayal she felt as they stood there in front of her...was too much. The images of them lying naked while wrapped up the sheets, sound asleep in a bed that she has shared with Jayden for three years hit her hard. "Go ahead, I'll be fine," Imani nodded, forcing that fake smile back on to her face.

Watching them walk away, Imani wanted to break down and just fall to her knees. Instead, she grabbed a glass filled with champagne and headed straight outside. She needed fresh air and a place to cool herself down before she truly lost it.

Stepping out into the cool night, Imani walked towards the balcony that was only occupied by a few others. Taking a sip from her glass, she looked over the massive backyard, taking in the lush green grass and angel water fountain that sat directly in the middle. She tried to force her thoughts elsewhere but she couldn't.

All the signs were there from the beginning.

The receipts she would find in the pockets of his pants when she washed his clothes. Hotel and restaurant visit that she was never invited to or knew about because maybe...just maybe he forgot to mention it.

But Imani wasn't naive, her gut has never failed her.

When she had become suspicious of his ways, she started to dig. He always handled the bills, paying everything because in his words, 'A man is supposed to take care of the woman he loves'. So she called the bank, requesting them to email her a copy of their statements, and what she found clarified her worries.

The five-day business trip he had informed her about wasn't to New York like he had said but Greece instead, Imani has never been to Greece. And the gorgeous diamond necklace he had purchased that she had come across in the bottom of his draw wasn't a gift he for her but instead for the beautiful woman on his arm who was currently wearing it around her neck.

A part of Imani had given him the benefit of doubt and thought that maybe it was a gift he had given to her out of friendship but once more, Imani knew better.

It was all for Faithe.

Being the good woman Imani was, she chose to stay in hopes that he would see what he already had in front of him but she realized that she didn't even hold a candle to her. Especially when she was everything he has always wanted.

Even if she wanted to leave, she knew that Jayden would simply call her parents and anyone else he could, make up some bullshit lie that they'd believe and drag her ass back to him once they gave her a good talking to.

They were so brainwashed when it came to him...everyone was.

Imani wanted to scream at the top of her lungs from her frustrations. She deserved so much better.

She wondered why she was even feeling hurt, their relationship wasn't something based off of love to begin with. An engagement that was somewhat forced upon them by their meddling parents. And while he was out being unfaithful, she was left to suffer in silence.

Although Imani was a strong woman who had endured a lot, there was only so much she could take.

Too many emotions hit her at once as she stood there staring at them from the balcony. She wanted so badly to run across the room and beat both their asses at that moment but she refrained. They would get theirs, she would make sure of it.

"You're too pretty to be crying,"

Imani tore her gaze away from the happy couple inside, to the person standing not too far from her. His sweet, benevolence tone catching her attention immediately. It was the type of voice that soothed her aching heart just a bit from those few words alone.

And as she stood there openly staring at him, her fingers had never itched so badly to touch a face quite like his before.

Her mind felt as though she was imagining things. She was witnessing an angel that had to be sent from up above and no one could tell her any differently.

"Am I?" She sniffled, seeing no reason in hiding her pain.

The handsome stranger gave her a sad look, reaching his hand to wipe away the fallen tears from her face. "He's a fool," He commented, observing her confused face until he softly grabbed her hand where a shiny engagement ring adorned her finger.

Imani glanced at the ring that was supposed to bring pure happiness whenever she looked at it, now though, she wanted to toss it into the depths of the nearest ocean because of the anger it now ignited inside of her.

Blinking back her tears, she tried to hide behind her hair only to have him softly grip her chin and turn her to face him once more. Those dark brown eyes seemed to look through her, searching deeply into her own. Imani wondered if he could hear how rapidly her heart was beating inside of her chest. His touch causing goosebumps to break out on her warm skin.

"I can fix it..." He states as his thumb lightly brushes across her plump bottom lip. His words holding a double meaning, one much more of a sinister than she realized.

"Fix what?" She asked confused. This isn't where she should be, much less allowing a man she didn't know to touch her like this. But there was just something so alluring about this man that pulled her in.

"What he has broken inside of you," Whoever hurt her had messed up...badly. Allowing Imani to freely walk into the madness of Leo Rén was a mistake.

Imani looked over him curiously, not knowing how to take in his offer. She wanted to slap herself for even considering it. She didn't even know his name for fucking sake. If he was any other man speaking to her like this she would've been walked away. Maybe it was the way he looked at her or the way his words caused her to fall deeper into his trap.

Infidelity wasn't something Imani wanted to participate in, unlike her fiancé. No matter how physically pleasing this man was, she refused to allow herself to become a cheater. It wasn't in her character to do so, even if she had the right to.

"I can't..." She denied, taking a step back. "I don't even know you,"

He smirked at that, understanding her hesitance. "Leo," He introduced himself, holding out his hand for her to shake.

"Imani." She whispered, sliding her hand into his, ignoring the tingles she felt when they touched. Fearing that if she acknowledged it, she'd have to admit she didn't want their mild contact to end. His face, to the sound of his voice and the way those dark eyes stared back into her own almost had her weak in the knees.

For the first time in forever, Imani was entranced by someone. A stranger that she truly felt was not entirely real. Maybe her imagination was playing a cruel trick on her. Could no one else see this perfect specimen but her?

"Stop..." She suddenly mumbles, slipping her hand from his to rub down her shoulders as the wind blew around them.

Tilting his head to the side, he gave her a knowing grin. "Stop what?" Imani seemed to lick her lips at the husky tone of his voice. It affected her more than she would like to admit.

"Looking at me like that," She answered, shivering from the dropping temperatures or maybe something else...she wasn't quite sure herself.

Leo looked away briefly, laughing softly through his nose before focusing on her once more. "If you knew what I see when I look at you, you'd understand my reasoning,"

His words tugged at something deep within her chest, sparking a new wave of emotions she didn't know how to handle. This wasn't what she needed right now, not in her vulnerable state. Her mind wasn't thinking clearly. To even think of him in the manner that she was shouldn't be considered but lord knows how badly she just wanted to know what his arms would feel like wrapped around her body. To lose herself in his warm embrace and bask in that masculine scent of his.

Imani even wondered what his lips would feel like against her skin...and in other places as well.

Quickly shaking her head, she turned her attention towards the backyard. "Tell me something Leo, do you know what it's like to be betrayed by someone you love?" She asked, glancing at him over her shoulder.

"More than anyone," He replied, placing his hands inside of his pockets.

Imani nodded, holding up her hand to look at the diamond ring that adorned her finger. "She's pregnant with his child, you know?" She began to laugh bitterly as she squeezed her hand into a fist. "They think I don't know about them but I have for a while now." Biting into her bottom lip, she tried to blink away her watery eyes, hating that she was still crying over them.

Leo remained silent as his eyes looked at the beauty in front of him, wanting to reach out and pull her close and cross a line he knew he shouldn't. Someone like him didn't deserve to touch someone so precious, not with the things he has done, or because of who he was.

Turning to face him completely, Imani took a step towards him under his curious gaze. "I don't believe in being unfaithful...it's bad karma but..." She paused and looked towards the marble floor for a few seconds. "What's a sin to the brokenhearted?" If Jayden could do his dirt, then why couldn't she do the same in return.

"Tell me what you want Imani," He gently says, placing the ball in her court. Whatever happens between them will solely be up to her.

Biting her lip, she went to reach out for him only to pause, hearing someone call her name. "Imani? Have you seen Jayden? A few people are asking for him," Looking towards the voice, Imani spotted one of Jayden's business partners and good friend, Marcus, walking towards her direction.

Dropping her hand, Imani lightly smiled, pretending as if she wasn't about to commit the ultimate sin. "No, I haven't. Wasn't he with Faithe?" She asked him, catching the look Marcus had sent in Leo's direction.

"I believe so but I can't seem to find either one," He answered, his eyes going back and forth between her and Leo.

"I see. I'll go find him for you then," She informed him, taking a step to leave only to feel a warm hand grab hers. Those familiar tingles shot up her arm from his touch as she turned to face Leo. Imani could feel her heart thump wildly once their eyes met before he leaned in, his lips brushing softly against her ear.

"When you need me, come find me," He whispered, pulling away to give her a final look.

Imani swallowed, forcing herself to step away and hastily walk Marcus who she had temporarily forgotten was there, barely sparing him a glance. It wasn't until she made it inside that she felt something in her hand. Lifting the card, she read his Leo's name written in cursive gold across the matte black design, his contact info at the bottom.

The small smile that formed on her face was quickly removed when she realized the mistake she had made. What the hell was she thinking? In a moment of weakness, she was willing to do something she knew better of and with a man she barely knew at that. Gripping the card tightly in her hand, Imani headed towards the first floor, searching for Jayden.

There was a funny feeling in her gut that something was up. Faithe was missing and so was he. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure what that meant. Still, she continued to search until she wandered down a hall when she had heard it. A soft giggle coming from somewhere in the seemingly vacant area. Slowly, Imani moved forward until she reached a corner, pausing to peak around it just as Faithe leaned up to kiss her fiancé in a manner that was nothing short of passionate.

Imani wanted so badly to do something, to say something but instead, she turned on her heels and headed straight for the entrance. She didn't want to be there any longer, not when she ready to tear shit up out of frustration.

Finding the limo that they had arrived in, Imani informed the driver that it would only be her and to take her home. Clearly, Jayden could find another way home.

Sitting in the backseat, Imani eyed the ring on her finger through blurry vision. It wasn't fair. She had done everything right or as best she could. Catering to him. Loving him. Taking care of him and still, he does her like this.

Angrily wiping away her tears, she began to think of a way out. Away from Jayden, Away from her strict parents and the only life she has ever known.

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