by J. S. Lee
Youngbin’s hands reached around me, settling on my thighs, just below the bottom of my shorts. He rubbed his palms over my skin, then he pulled my legs apart, holding my legs firmly. I didn’t fight him. His legs wrapped around mine, holding them in place as his fingers moved upwards to the waistline of the shorts, deftly unbuttoning and unzipping them.
My breathing hitched as his hand slipped in under the elastic of my underwear. I turned my head, finding Youngbin’s brown eyes staring intently at me. As I leaned over to kiss him, he ran a finger over me, dipping a finger between me, then running it up to my clit. “Oh god,” I moaned before I could kiss him. As his fingertip rubbed at that sensitive area, his other hand reached for the laptop. “What are you doing?”
“Those noises you’re making are much, much better than my sample,” he informed me. He clicked on something, killing the music, then, before I could object, jerked his legs open, spreading mine wider in the process. A second finger joined the first as the hand held me in place, and then his thumb.
I let out another moan.
Fuck the song. I wasn’t paying attention to it anyway. “Youngbin,” I groaned, breathlessly, trying to seek out his mouth again.
“I can’t hear you make those sounds if my mouth is silencing you,” he said, almost telling me off. The tip of a finger slid inside me as he tweaked my clit. “Oh, god,” I moaned again, my body jerking into his hand automatically. With his legs and hand holding me in place, it did nothing but add to the fire that was burning inside me. I leaned forward, gripping at the desk in front of me.
Youngbin’s other hand, which had been wrapped around my waist, skimmed over my tank top to the bottom, gripping the hem. While his other hand didn’t let up once, he tugged my top off, flinging it to the side. Moments later, my bra had joined it.
As he teased at a nipple, a second finger entered me. His movements fell into a smooth rhythm, in and out of me, occasionally curling as pressure alternated. His thighs, like steel, wouldn’t let my legs move. I gasped. “Youngbin, I’m going to cum.”
His response wasn’t a verbal one. As he squeezed at my breast, the palm of his thumb changed the pressure against my clit. I have no idea what noises left my mouth as the orgasm hit me. His movements slowed as I felt my body tightening around him. I threw my head back against him, fully aware that his eyes, dark and heated, were fixed on mine.
As my body relaxed, I slumped against him, trying to catch my breath, feeling a bead of sweat trickle down my neck. Before it hit my collarbone, his tongue was licking it up. “I have this urge to see how many ways I can make you moan my name,” he whispered into my ear.
“I have the urge to let you,” I informed him.
Despite his words, he pulled his fingers out from inside of me, leaving a wet trail up me as they left my soaked underwear. “Think you can stand?”
Curious, I nodded. He unlinked his legs from around me, then holding my waist, helped me to my feet. My legs felt like they were made of lead as I turned to face him. His erection, straining at his shorts catching my attention. “You want me to do something about that?”
Youngbin ignored me, instead tugging my shorts and panties down to the floor. I kicked them to the side, standing completely naked in front of him. “You look as beautiful as you sounded,” he informed me, his eyes drinking me in.
I leaned forward, grabbing his hands so I could pull him up. “It’s not fair that I’m the only one stood naked here.”
“I don’t have any protection,” he admitted. “I wanted to get some earlier, but fans kept appearing.”
“I’m on the pill,” I said, quickly. “We can go as far as you want.”
Youngbin cocked his head with a smirk. “Isn’t that my line?”
“Can we argue about that when I’m not standing naked in front of you?”
He didn’t need telling twice, pulling his shirt off. I reached out, running my hand over his chest, marveling at the definition. “Like what you see?”
“Yes,” I said with a slight sigh, despite myself. But fuck me, the boy was Fine with a capital F.
A hunger appeared in Youngbin’s eyes and he pulled me to him, capturing my mouth with his, wasting no time in pushing his tongue in. I kissed him back just as hungrily, unable to get enough of him.
With a sudden movement, he scooped me up, carrying me the short distance to the bed, and laid me gently in the middle of it. He gazed down at me, looking at me like I was something to be worshiped. “Stop staring and get over here,” I said, trying to make it sound like an order but certain it was more of a plea.
Until he discarded his pants and my eyes dropped, over his abs, passed the v-line of his lower abdomen, to the erection in front of me. “Like, now, Youngbin.”
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Here I Am
With a sly smile, Youngbin climbed onto the bed beside me, slowly maneuvering himself above me. His mouth reclaimed mine, his tongue making long, lazy strokes, like he was exploring my mouth. I was torn, wanting him inside me, but equally enjoying how just his kisses alone had my toes curling.
Finally, he pulled away, tracing kisses down my neck and between the valley of my breasts. His hands followed the curve of them, around, under, and over, settling his attention on my already very needy nipples. His light caress already had me arching my back. Youngbin had the touch of a god, turning me to putty beneath him.
And fuck me, he had the tongue of a god too.
His lips claimed a nipple, teasing it with his tongue while his hands made sure the other wasn’t left unattended. I writhed beneath him, my senses going into overdrive as they seemed to shut my brain down. The only things that seemed to work, and under their own control at that, were my hands, running through Youngbin’s hair.
His weight shifted and then his hands left me. The next thing I knew, I could feel him guiding his cock to my opening. Youngbin raised his head, looking me in the eyes as he slid into me. “Fuck, Kate,” he ground out.
Fuck, alright.
As yet more moans left my mouth, his lips were back on mine. Slowly, like exquisite torture I both wanted to end and yet didn’t, he started moving in and out. Lazily, taking his time, just like his tongue. My hands were all over him, feeling the hard lines of his shoulders, his arms, his chest. Exploring every dint and peak.
The amount of control he had was staggering. He had somehow found that thin line between feeling good, and feeling frustrated, and damn it, he was flaunting that line. Cocky little bastard.
Finally, unable to take it anymore, I clung to him, bucking my hips up against him. I was so close, but I had been for some time. Youngbin broke away, breathing heavily, but only so he could increase his pace…
“Oh, god, Youngbin!” I cried, saying his name over and over as those delicious and welcome waves of pleasure took over me once more. I could feel my body tightening around him. There was one last thrust from him before he collapsed onto me, muttering words I couldn’t quite hear into my breasts.
His weight was comfortable, but he slid off me, rolling onto his back. “You’re incredible,” he told me, running a hand through his fringe to brush it from his face. “And you’re definitely coming back to Seoul with us. I’m keeping you.”
I rolled onto my side, propping myself up. I reached out, brushing stray hair strands from his face. “I think you’ll find I’m keeping you.”
Youngbin grinned, pulling me to him. “Deal.”
My plans to finish up with the photos had gone awry. I left Youngbin’s room early in the morning while he was still sleeping so I could catch up on what I hadn’t accomplished the night before. Whichever room the others had gone into, I was assuming Jiwon had stayed there as his bed remained empty. After a long shower, I sat down at the desk and got my work finished, uploading the photos to the Atlantis server just as my phone alarm went off to tell me it was time to wake up.
We had one day left in L.A. which would be spent with Onyx in interviews. I’d half expected that I would be left to
my own devices like I had the previous morning, but Sungmin had said I was needed for photographs.
A legitimate excuse to stare at Onyx? Yeah, like I was going to turn that one down….
The interviews, it turned out, were all being held in a penthouse high rise in Koreatown that had been hired out especially for the occasion. It was a similar setup to what had been laid out in China, only the guys were sat on either a couch or stools behind it, rather than behind a table. They looked more relaxed this time.
The morning flew by with various newspapers, e-media outlets, and news teams asking questions. The only slightly uncomfortable question was about why they had driven down from Las Vegas, which Xiao had answered, explaining it away with the excuse of MinMin’s tooth.
By lunchtime, I was ready for a break and my stomach was grumbling. I had just set my camera down when Sungmin stepped in front of me. “I need to ask a favor of you.”
“OK,” I said, dubious, but equally wanting to work my way back into his good books. I wasn’t sure if that was possible, but I figured showing willing might help.
“I need to send something back to Atlantis. They need physical copies so they can’t be emailed. I didn’t get them completed earlier, otherwise I would have asked the hotel to do it.”
“I can do that,” I said. After he handed me the envelope and a credit card, I pulled out my phone and googled the nearest Post Office. There was one only a couple of blocks from where we were. Provided there wasn’t a long line (it was the middle of the day, so I wasn’t hopeful), I might be able to get back by the time they started up again.
With my earphones in, I made the short journey to the Post Office. There was a line, but luck was with me and it moved quickly. I was on my way back, and ready to cross the street opposite the high rise, with twenty minutes to spare, when something had the hairs on the back of my neck tingling.
It wasn’t as busy as some of the other places I’d been in of late, but this area of L.A. still had a lot of foot traffic, especially where I was walking. I stepped to the side so as not to annoy people – seriously, I hate people who just stop in front of you when you’re walking; there’s a special place in hell for those people – and looked down the street.
I couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary, and then a guy hurried up to me. I yanked my earphones out, ready to scream blue murder, but he held something out to me. Sungmin’s credit card. “You dropped this.”
“Oh, shit!” I exclaimed, snatching the card from him. “Thank you so much!” There were decent human beings in the world still. Sungmin probably would have pushed me out of the penthouse window if I’d gone back without it.
I tried to offer him a coffee, or something, as a thank you, but he refused, claiming he was happy to have helped a beautiful lady out. That also made me smile.
After thanking him once more, I crossed the street. I was walking up the path to the entrance when someone stepped out from behind one of the palm trees lining the way.
My blood ran cold. “Damien, what are you doing here?” I was just off the main street, no one could see me from where I was, but I was at least in a position where I could run back if I needed to.
“You got me fired, Kate,” he informed me, matter-of-factly.
“You own your own company,” I snorted, rolling my eyes despite myself. “What kind of special do you need to be to get fired from there?”
“Your actions got my contract with the casino cancelled. Because they’re linked to others – they all went. Overnight,” he growled, advancing towards me.
“I didn’t do anything!” I objected, not that I wasn’t happy to hear that. “And you hurt me.”
“Do your employers know what a compulsive liar you are?”
Fuck this, I was not staying here. Alarm bells were ringing wildly in my head, telling me to get back on the street where there were people. Keeping my eyes trained on him, just in case, I started backing up.
I tripped.
The only reason I had walked backwards was so I could keep an eye on him, convinced that if I turned my back to him, he would have grabbed me. I hadn’t been paying attention to the concrete and the uneven crack in it.
I landed heavily on my hand, only just putting it out in time to catch my weight and stop my head from hitting the ground. Nursing my hand, biting back the tears to keep my vision clear, I scrambled backwards, but Damien lunged at me, grabbing my shirt collar. The fabric twisted in his fist while his other hand clamped down on my mouth before I could yell for help.
My injured hand, my dominant hand, was useless, but that didn’t stop me clawing at him with my other one. The slap to my face did though. “I didn’t want to hurt you, Kate,” he growled as he pushed me flat on the ground, pinning me down with his knee. “I don’t hurt women. I just want your employers to know what a lying, scheming bitch you are.”
“What the fuck do you think you are doing?” CX yelled. He’d clearly stepped out of the high rise, but it seemed like he had appeared from nowhere behind Damien.
“Next time,” Damien growled at me. He shoved me, then got up and ran off.
CX started to run after him. “Leave him!” I yelled at him before he followed him out onto the street. I didn’t trust Damien not to hurt him.
CX ran back to me, helping me into a sitting position. “Are you OK? What happened? Was that the guy from the diner? Your ex? Are you hurt?”
Rather than answer any of the questions he bombarded me with, I burst into tears. My hand hurt and that had scared the hell out of me.
Without a second thought, CX wrapped his arms around me, stroking the back of my head while I cried into his shoulder. They weren’t tears from being upset, so much as from the shock, so it didn’t take long for them to subside. “I’m OK,” I said, gently pushing him away. “I’m sorry.”
“Why are you apologizing?”
“Because you’re sat in the middle of a path with me crying on you.”
CX pursed his lips, biting back whatever comment he was going to make. Instead, his fingers skimmed along my chin. I flinched out of his reach. “He hit you.”
“Yeah,” I agreed.
He gently prodded the hand I was nursing. I hissed at him. “You’re not OK. You need to get to a hospital.”
“I don’t think it’s broken,” I told him. I held my hand out, gingerly twisting the wrist in a circular motion. “I wouldn’t be able to do that if it was.”
“You’re bleeding,” he cried, reaching for my hand.
The palm was cut up from where it had scraped the ground. “It will wash,” I muttered, wiping at my face with my uninjured hand to try to clear it of what tears remained. I sighed. “It’s nothing to fuss over.”
“How can you say that?” CX demanded, angrily. “He attacked you. Who knows what would have happened if I hadn’t come out?”
“I meant my hand,” I told him, quietly. I was very aware that whole incident could have ended a whole lot worse. I could feel my chin wobbling again. Like fuck I was going to let Damien be the reason behind any more tears.
“I’m sorry.” CX let out a long sigh before meeting my gaze. “I care, Kate. I know you don’t like me the same way that I like you, and you’ve got… whatever, going on. But I like you, and I will worry about you.” He stood, then leaned over to offer me a hand.
I accepted it, surprised at how little anything else hurt. “Thank you,” I told him.
“It’s OK.” He shook his head as though dismissing my words.
“No, thank you for caring and for worrying. I like you too, Yongsik,” I admitted. “And I’m sorry about that. I know it’s not something you’re happy with, but I am doing whatever with the others.”
“I’m not unhappy you’re doing it,” CX said with a shake of his head. “I’m not happy that you didn’t think to ask me.”
My mouth fell open. “You… you walked out…” I spluttered.
“CX, what are you doing out here?” I peered around CX finding Sungmin. His rel
ief turned to irritation. “Kate? Where have you been?”
“Getting attacked by her ex, again,” the maknae told him, spinning around to face his manager.
“Attacked?” Sungmin repeated, as quickly as the irritation had appeared, it was replaced with concern as he jogged over. “Kate, are you OK? Where are you hurt? Have you called the police?”
“I fell on my hand,” I started to explain.
“We should get Kate to the hospital,” CX cut me off. “It needs looking at properly.
“We need to get the police involved,” Sungmin told me.
I took a step back. “Guys, just let me breathe. I don’t need a hospital. The penthouse had a first aid kit in the bathroom. I will use that.”
“You’re going to the police,” Sungmin informed me, folding his arms. “This is the second time this guy has turned up and hurt you.”
“I know,” I agreed, nodding my head. “And I am going to.” I didn’t remember much of the last encounter, and as none of the others had been there, they couldn’t enlighten me to the details. I had thought him hurting me had been out of character as he’d never done that before. Seeing as I was now in a different city, I had thought that would be the end of it. But he’d followed me nearly 300 miles, across state lines. I wasn’t standing for that shit. “Let me get cleaned up.”
“You know, you probably shouldn’t. The police might want to see the injuries,” CX said, quietly. Well, that was a depressing thought. But he was probably right. I nodded. “I’m going with you.”
“You absolutely are not!” Sungmin snapped. “We are in the middle of interviews and-”
“I’m a witness!” CX snapped back, surprisingly out of character. I’d seen him push back with Youngbin before, but never with his manager.
“Damnit!” Sungmin cursed.
“I’m sorry.”
Sungmin gave me a sharp look. “You don’t need to apologize. You were the one attacked.” He let out a long breath, running his hand through his short, dark hair. “OK. It is what it is. You two go to the police station and file a report. I’ll go tell the others… something.” His hand moved to his mouth as he rubbed at his jaw. “Keep me updated. We have flights this evening. If I need to push them back, I will, but I need to know as soon as you do.”