#BWAM

[mother2monsters]

Serendipity in Seoul pt. 26

Destiny wasn’t even able to catch her breath before Namjoon was on her again—his mouth, his hands, his entire being pressing into her like he wanted to consume her whole.

And maybe he did.

His lips were still slick with her, the taste of her pleasure fresh on his tongue as he kissed her—slow, deep, deliberate. He kissed her like he had all the time in the world, like he was savoring every second, every gasp, every tremor that ran through her body.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered against her lips, his fingers tracing lazy patterns up her thigh, leaving heat in their wake. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything as beautiful as you like this.”

His words were poetry, but his hands were still ruthless.

One was gripping her thigh, still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm, while the other slid up her waist removing her tank top. His fingertips brushed against the soft skin of her stomach, teasing, mapping her like she was something sacred.

Destiny shivered, tilting her head back as his mouth found the sensitive spot just below her jaw. He sucked, hard, just enough to make her gasp, to make her arch against him.

Namjoon groaned, his breath shaky against her skin. “I love how responsive you are,” he murmured, his voice wrecked. “Like you were made for me.”

His words made her pulse quicken, but his fingers—his fingers were what made her lose her mind. They trailed lower, lower, teasing at the apex of her things, not quite dipping beneath, just hovering.

Taunting.

Destiny whimpered, her hips shifting instinctively, chasing his touch.

Namjoon chuckled, low and dark. “So impatient,” he teased, his lips brushing against her collarbone. “But I want to take my time with you.  I want to learn you. ”

His fingers lowered, finally sliding between her folds, and he groaned, the sound vibrating against her skin.

“You’re so wet,” he rasped, his forehead pressing against her shoulder as if he needed a second to compose himself. “God, Destiny.”

She was already wrecked, still pulsing from her first two orgasms, but he didn’t care. He wanted her like this—needed her like this.

He spread her open with his fingers, sliding two of them through the slickness, teasing her entrance before pushing inside, slow and deep.

Destiny’s breath hitched, her fingers clutching at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. “Joon—”

He growled, his teeth nipping at her jaw. “Say my name like that again.”

His fingers curled inside her, finding that spot, pressing, stroking, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her all over again.

Destiny gasped, her thighs trembling, her body tightening around him. He was relentless, working her open, stretching her, fucking her with his fingers in slow, deliberate strokes.

And through it all, he kept whispering to her.

“You feel so good around my fingers, jagiya,” he murmured, his lips dragging over her throat. “So tight, so perfect. Can you imagine how good you’re gonna feel wrapped around my cock?”

A choked moan slipped from her lips, her entire body clenching at the thought.

Namjoon smirked against her skin. “You like that?” His thumb brushed over her clit, rubbing slow, torturous circles. “You like the thought of me filling you up?”

Destiny’s head fell back, her breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps. “Y-Yes.”

Namjoon groaned, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “Fuck, I love hearing you say that.”

His pace quickened, his fingers thrusting into her harder, deeper, his thumb pressing just right, and Destiny was done.

She shattered—again—pleasure tearing through her like wildfire, her thighs tightening around his hand, her entire body trembling as she broke beneath him.

Namjoon moaned at the feeling, his lips pressing open-mouthed kisses along her jaw, her throat, her chest. He didn’t stop—he kept fucking her through it, letting her ride out every wave until she was a shaking mess in his arms.

And then, finally, he pulled his fingers out, bringing them to his lips.

He held her gaze as he slipped them into his mouth, sucking them clean, his tongue curling around his fingers like he was savoring every last drop.

Destiny whimpered.

Namjoon smirked, his eyes dark with something dangerous. “You taste like heaven.”

She was still catching her breath when he shifted, his hands moving to his sweats to take them off

“I need you, Destiny,” he murmured, his forehead pressing against hers, his breath warm against her lips. “Need to feel you wrapped around me.”

He was thick, hard, already leaking at the tip, and the sheer size of him made her pulse stutter.

Namjoon saw her reaction, and his smirk deepened. “You think you can take me, baby?”

Destiny licked her lips, her fingers wrapping around the back of his neck, pulling him closer. “Try me.”

Namjoon was barely holding on. 

His body was wound tight, his restraint hanging by a thread as he pressed the thick head of his cock against Destiny’s entrance, just enough to feel her warmth, just enough to drive both of them insane.

She was so wet, so fucking ready for him, her thighs trembling, her breath hitching every time he pushed just a little further—only to pull back, teasing them both.

Destiny whimpered, hands gripping at his shoulders, nails biting into his skin. “Joon, please—”

He groaned, a deep, guttural sound, his forehead pressing against hers as he barely slid inside—just an inch, stretching her open, giving her the tiniest taste of him before pulling back out.

She gasped, her nails raking down his back, her entire body shivering at the teasing slide.

Namjoon clenched his jaw, his fingers digging into her thighs, holding himself back by sheer force of will. “I should take my time,” he murmured, his voice thick, trembling. “Make this slow, make this last.”

Another shallow thrust—just the tip breaching her, making her whimper, making him groan.

“But I can’t.”

He pulled back. Pushed in again. Just an inch. A slow, tormenting stretch.

“I should be patient.”

Another pull. Another push.

“Should make love to you properly.”

Deeper, but not all the way. Just enough to feel her fluttering around him, enough to drive her insane with need.

Destiny let out a broken, frustrated moan, her head falling back. “Joon, stop teasing—”

He smirked against her skin, his breath hot on her throat. “I like hearing you beg for it.”

She let out a shuddering breath, her hands tightening in his hair. “Joon, if you don’t—”

Before she could finish, he snapped.

In one smooth, devastating thrust, Namjoon buried himself inside her, stretching her wide, filling her to the hilt in one slow, delicious push.

Destiny cried out, her back arching, her legs locking around his waist as the feeling wrecked her.

Namjoon groaned into her shoulder, his entire body trembling at the sensation of finally being inside her—all the way, no teasing, no restraint, just him fully claiming her.

“Fuck,” he hissed through gritted teeth, his fingers pressing bruises into her thighs, his body shaking. “You feel… perfect.”

He stayed there for a moment, buried deep, letting her adjust, letting himself feel her, letting the heat of her body pull him under.

Destiny was breathless, her head spinning, her body pulsing around him, trying to accommodate the sheer size of him.

Namjoon groaned, his lips trailing over her jaw, her throat. “So tight, so wet… fuck, baby—”

He thrust—just once, slow and deep—and Destiny gasped, her fingers clawing at his back, her body stretching to take him.

He pulled back, dragging himself almost all the way out before slamming back in, the impact sending a shockwave of pleasure through both of them.

Destiny whimpered, her nails leaving red streaks on his skin. “Joon—”

He swallowed her moan with his mouth, kissing her deep, his hips rolling, slow but hard, hitting every spot inside her just right.

“You were made for me,” he whispered against her lips, his voice wrecked, reverent.

His hips snapped forward again.

“You belong to me.”

Another thrust, deeper, sharper, making her cry out.

“I’m never letting you go.”

And then he fucked her.

Hard, deep, relentless—his hips rolling in a rhythm that had her breaking apart beneath him, moaning, gasping, whimpering his name.

His mouth was everywhere—her lips, her jaw, her throat, her chest. His hands gripped, claimed, worshipped. And through it all, he spoke to her—sweet, desperate, filthy words, his voice dripping with need.

“You take me so well.”

“You feel so good around me.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”

His thrusts got faster, rougher, his body losing control the more she moaned, the more she clenched around him, her walls squeezing him so tight he thought he might fucking die from how good she felt.

Destiny cried out, her body shattering beneath him, her orgasm slamming into her, her legs tightening around his waist as she clenched down on him.

Namjoon groaned, his thrusts turning sloppy, desperate, his body chasing his own release. “Destiny—fuck—”

And then he was gone.

Pleasure hit him like a freight train, his body locking up as he buried himself inside her one last time, his release spilling into her, hot and deep, his breath coming in ragged, shuddering gasps against her skin.

For a long moment, neither of them moved.

They were just there, tangled together, bodies trembling, the air thick with sweat and sex and something undeniable.

Namjoon pressed his forehead to hers, his breath still heavy, his lips brushing against her skin as he whispered—

“…I think I’m in trouble.”

Destiny let out a breathless, spent laugh, her fingers still tangled in his hair. “Why?”

Namjoon pulled back just enough to look her in the eyes. His were dark, serious, unchanging.

“Because I’m never letting you go.”

[monstas1ut]

Morning Vixen

ERWIN SMITH x black!reader

Summary

__ 18+ black!reader hasn’t taken relationships seriously until an older man came her way. now she’s here basking in golden sunlight and being drowned in orgasms in the morning just for being pretty… with an engagement ring on her finger

Contains

__ black!reader, female!reader, age gap, he talks you through it, creampie, oral sex(pussy eating), engagement, “I love you”, big daddy cock Erwin, names like ‘daddy’ and ‘love’ and ‘princess’, bulging, crying from pleasure, somnophilia if you squint in the beginning, impreg if you squint

__ brown skin can be dark, light, medium color.. whatever. brown is brown.. and it's gorgeous

The slight contortion of your face gave insight that you were indeed waking up. The sun looked right into the glass door that was on the side of your room. It was eager to shine and dance onto your brown skin, and it wasn’t the only one eager to touch you. With a lot of respect and love for you, there was a blonde male that looked above from the soft surface of your skin and stared hazily at your face. His eyes were as blue as the ocean, and they revealed a lot about what he thought of you.

Funny enough, he thought of you as piping hot oil on one’s skin. The surprise would be your mouthful of shocking, yet lustful words. The burn itself would be just how alluring you were. He was so needy when it came to you, and as an older man, he’s confused as to why he acts like a teen boy when thinking about you. There are times where he’s cooped up in his office and his blood is rushing towards his cock. It’s all you. This man has an entire gallery dedicated to you, and he named it ‘My Love’ with a heart just to tease you more about it.

“Erwin…”

Watching those videos over and over again, the blonde knew each detail. For example, his favorite video is the one where you are shoving a pale colored cock inside of your pussy. Your nails had black tips, medium length, and you didn’t even have your wig on, only a bonnet. That was his favorite video, and he couldn’t stop thinking about that exact video this morning.

“Erwin…” shaky whispers slipped out of your throat as your toes curled tightly. The sun attacked your eyes, however with strain, you could see your soon to be husband right between your brown thighs. His hair is only slightly a mess as his soft lips caressed your sensitive bud. Those strong hands kept hold of your legs to make sure you didn’t do anything stupid.. like close them.. Erwin thought of your pussy juices as nectar, and he wanted every drop of honey there was.

“I’m sorry… There was just something about today that made you more of a princess than you already are… maybe it was the light.” Erwin’s voice was husky and it almost cracked. He hadn’t even taken the time to wake up fully. It was almost as if he’d rolled over with the thought in his mind. And he did. That video crossed his mind more than once when he’d woken up.

“Or maybe it was all my fault for gaining a painful erection… I do have dreams if you would like to know, dreams about you.” He whispered as his gentle kisses began running up your stomach to your neck. Sensitive as it could be, he practically caressed part of your neck with his genuine kisses. The feeling of it made you gasp immediately, either it was that or the way Erwin’s slightly rough fingers slipped into your core.

“S-So you just eat my pussy whenever you please?…” you choked out, obviously not having a problem with it, especially since you were leaking all over his digits. “I’m sorry, my love… I am-..what do they call it? Pussy drunk..?” Erwin asked you with a genuine look of approval as he left your neck. He was so funny sometimes, even proud of his younger slang and it made you giggle mixed with a surprise moan that slipped. “You pussy drunk ova’ me..?” You asked seductively, your knees pulled to your chest as you relaxed completely. Your e/c eyes finally looking up into his lustful blue ones, you then decided to tease him even more by pulling your thin tank top down. Those pretty dark areolas were revealed to him for the hundredth time and he still got oh so weak.

“Truly.” Erwin breathed out deeply before his face went right back down to your pussy. That pretty, wet clit was completely covered by his eager mouth. His fingers still digging softly in your gushy hole.

“Fuck. Fuck Erwin ~ that feels t-too fuckin’ good..” you whispered as your hands gripped at the sheets. This man and his tongue couldn’t be defeated. Erwin was an older man, not afraid of pussy juices or anything dealing with female anatomy. This man was experienced, ready, and always turned on by you. You didn’t need anything to turn him on. All you needed was your dirty talking mouth and your sexy body.

“Hold those beautiful breasts for me… let me drown in that vixen aura..” Erwin whispered in a purr almost. It caused vibrations in your core, almost like this earthly shock. There was nothing better than a lustful Erwin. His limit was nonexistent, and he would continue to pleasure you as long as your want was present. And you holding your pretty tits was enough to arouse him even more. His eyes glossed over your pretty nails and the way your nipples peaked from your fingers, and his cock became harder.

Erwin’s need only showed more and more before you began to feel that wrath of his.

“Erwin~… fffuck.. I love when you eat my pussy, baby. M’gonna cum on your fuckin’ tongue…” you squealed before feeling that sudden sensation in your lower stomach. Your hands squeezed tightly on your own breasts and Erwin groaned at seeing that, making this bumpy vibration on your clit. It sent you soaring for miles, and all you could do was whimper as your legs shaked.

“M’cumming…” You choked out as you reached your everlasting high. The feeling of Erwin’s fingers being squeezed alerted him that you were indeed at your high. He didn’t move, not wanting you to dive straight into overstimulation just yet. You needed to save all of your energy for the rest of the session, and that became obvious when he slowly slipped the fingers out of you and straightened his back. While between your legs anyway, Erwin finally could pull you closer.

This man had bushy eyebrows that fit his face, a sharp jawline, beautiful eyes, and a muscular body that also glowed from the sunlight. His arm was visibly strong, and his hand gripped your ankle before gently lifting you up and immediately sliding a pillow underneath you.

“You’re stunning in this light. It shows just how gorgeous your e/c eyes are.. and how beautiful your skin is..” Erwin commented this on pure instinct, his eyes scanning you dearly before you giggled. Something was just so adorable about you laughing while you were spread out for him. It made blood run to his cheeks. “It’s true..”

“Well… you’re stunnin’ while being above me.. your blonde hair.. your eyes.. your muscles.. the way you talk to me…” you trailed on in a seductive tone as you even moaned a little before reaching and pulling his underwear down enough for his cock to spring out like a surprise. It all made Erwin’s heart beat fast, his urges getting harder to keep back.

“Rub that big dick on my pussy daddy.. m’so fuckin wet… and it’s all your fault..” you grinned slightly before biting your bottom lip. All the blonde could do was leak pre cum on your clit. The underside of his cock started to rub up between your juicy folds and your soft hand touched his cock with encouragement. It made the older man jolt, only because that ring on your finger made it all better. You were going to be fully his soon, and every inch of your body was going to be marked with love.

He was going to absolutely paint your insides white and put a baby inside of you. He won’t be sorry about that though.

“That feels so fuckin’ good daddy…” you whispered to your lover, his eyes entranced with your brown pussy and his own fair skinned cock. He had a straight cock, he didn’t really have a lot of veins showing but it was quite the pretty cock. His blonde pubes weren’t much, it was intact just like his life.

“You’d love my cock inside you, wouldn’t you? Slip it in… put it in your tight pussy, love…”

“Mnh… Fuck me…” you moaned as he demanded this, your hand gently pushed on his cock to slip smoothly inside of you, and only the tip slipped for now. Erwin filled you up soon enough, right to the brim. His Dick was more girthy, and it made you feel as if you were full. The loud gushy noises made his cock going in sound hot, and to be honest? Erwin would love to listen to the melody of his cock entering you and making a lower belly bulge.

“Good girl..”

Erwin seemed oh so scary now, his face completely concentrated and his muscles already glistened with a little bit of sweat. And all while you were admiring his own beauty, his fat cock slid out of you for just one second before sliding right back in. The sounds your pussy made was embarrassing to you before, but now.. being with an older man, you knew he enjoyed every sound. “A-Ah~.. Fuck. Fuck…” suddenly you were breathing hard from just that one thrust. It was quite overwhelming, but Erwin leaned down and kissed your ear with reassurance.

“The neighbors will place another complaint on our door if you’re not quiet… then I’d have to shut them up now wouldn’t I?…” Erwin thought out loud before his eyebrows furrowed, his kisses trailed right to your lips before he kissed them dearly. His big hands pressing in the bed on the sides of your head. “They’d be better off minding their own matters rather than worrying about how much you love daddy’s cock…” Erwin muttered against your lips , a hint of anger behind his voice as he moved his hips slowly, but with desperate blows. Each thrust made you gasp for air, and you couldn’t help but drag out a whine right after each.

Erwin’s cock felt so good inside of you that you’re sure your bonnet fell clean off in this exact moment. Your breasts bounced with each thrust, and the sight of you looking like this made you look like a cute doll he couldn’t wait to drench in his cum. The bulge showing from your lower core made him watch it intently. He liked seeing how much you could take, and obviously that was much.

Seeing you put your arms underneath your knees made him all the more eager to pump you with dick. You were almost folded completely, and your painted toes with that anklet was dangling right in his face. Everything about you turned him on, and even though it was so simple, it made his thrusts faster. “Mnh~… Oh shit-.. Daddy.. Daddy, I love your big dick so fuckin’ much… cant hold it in..” you moaned, almost furrowing your brows with concern of how tense this orgasm was going to be.

The golden light was still shining on you, and now it was shining on your pussy because of this pretty angle. It looked like it was dripping gold, completely expensive folds with wine that made Erwin drunk for days on end.

“That’s okay… That’s alright. Cum. Cum on my cock, love… Your pretty pussy can take it, can’t it?”

“Y-Yesss..”

“Then cum on my cock, princess… feel every inch of me while I guide you to that high you need so much..” Erwin groaned as you got tighter, his hands jolting to underneath your legs before he pushed them forward. His cock now pounding you at an even more sensual position. You felt like this man was poking your womb from how big he was.. and how fast he was going. Your mind was blank, nothing was in it as the high was finally reached.

“Good girl… let it go, let me take care of it..” Erwin was sweet enough to slow down just a little so you wouldn’t be overstimulated. He was so rhythmic, and his cock suddenly had a white Ring around it, following with a white mess all over. This caused Erwin to pull out of your hole before watching it drip and wink at him. Your hard breathing was still obvious, and his erection hurt so bad that he wanted to slip right back in.

Erwin licked his lips before leaning down and attacking your pussy with his lips, tasting you once again. It only made you whimper and cry out from the sudden stimulation, but although you were on the brink of crying, Erwin couldn’t stand here and wait. “You have to take it again princess… once more?” He huskily whispered above you before you started to shake a little. “P-Please… c-can’t..”

“You can…” Erwin whispered back as he grabbed his pulsing cock and put it back into your hole, it fitting like a glove before he watched your tears fall down your beautiful face. The drool. The way your eyes would roll, he was in pure heaven. You looked so pretty in the morning, he didn’t understand how men couldn’t look at their woman in the morning and not melt all over again. Erwin decided to melt inside of your pussy, but it still counted.

“Look at that… you take me so well every time” Erwin groaned out as he was staring down at you and your slightly trembling legs. He did have remorse, but at the same time, your pussy was absolutely amazing. He could feel it only get wetter and he assumed it was because he was staring at your face. The eye contact made you gush and it made your heart beat faster.

The slapping skin sounded quite loud, but they weren’t fast yet. He indeed felt his orgasm brewing though, and with the weak sounds you were producing, he could only moan right along with you.

“That’s right… Grip it, love…” Erwin breathed out before his head leaned back, his grip now on your waist tightening. He was using you like a little doll now, and that pillow was helping a lot. Your skin and your breasts jiggled with each passing thrust, and he let it be the perfect show as he looked back down again. “You feel so good…” he grumbled before reaching between you both and grabbing his cock before taking it out completely but ramming it inside of you.. creating a loud mess of a moan from you..

And he continued that same rhythm. Taking his wet cock in his hands and rushing it back inside you. The gooey and gushy sounds echoed against the walls and it made you even hornier, so much so that you couldn’t figure out what you were saying yourself.

“I can’t-… Daddy-… Right there.. my pussy…”

With those tears, he listened to everything you said, but he didn’t stop. Erwin was so immersed in your pussy that he blocked out anything you said. Anything you said was incoherent now anyway, and to think it was still morning… yet you could barely comprehend what was going on. Your soon to be husband had such a great, older cock that it would send your brain spinning for miles and miles. Even as the sun was finally up, Erwin still didn’t stop pushing his fat cock in you.. He only let up when he felt you tense up again, signaling your second orgasm brimming.

With rolled eyes and your legs twitching, you were holding onto your orgasm for dear life. Erwin adored the way you looked, and he finally started thrusting with his hips again. His large thumb then began rubbing at your sweet clit while he kept thrusting. “I cannot hold my orgasm much longer..” admitting this, the older man shakily breathed in before his cock twitched. The rush from his lower body ran throughout and he couldn’t stop it. His balls contracted and he let out a string of moans that made your body shake.

“So damn beautiful…” he swore before his cum spurted inside of you. Erwin was the type to have cum that wasn’t too sticky nor too much of a liquid. It was right in the middle.. but he would cum so much in that one orgasm… He wouldn’t stop cumming inside of you. Your kitty was filled to the brim with his absurd amount of cum, and it flowed out of you like a waterfall when he pulled out. However he didn’t forget about your precious high, no. He didn’t even stop rubbing your clit. You hit that high the same time he pulled out, and you felt ecstasy once the pleasure was released.

And with battered breaths and a cheeky smirk, Erwin gently moved away from you before looking at the masterpiece. Damn did you look good with cum rushing out of you… his cum.

“Now… What should we eat for breakfast? You’re not exactly fit to stand today so I’ll cook, how’s that sound?”

ⓒ Monstas1ut , do not copy

[yunlazia]

Love you madly (P.Sh)

Pairing : Seonghwa x Back woman

Genre : Yandere Theme, Sasaeng, Mad love, Smut, Toxic, Fluff (if you squint).

Words count : 15,7k (oups)

Summary : She is really crazy… huh ?

Warnings : MDNI, Toxic love, Yandere, Rough sex, Kidnapping, Dubcon, Unprotected sex (Please don't do this), Spanking, Oral (f receiving), Fingering, Obsession, Delusional. If I missed anything let me know.

A/N : I'm sorry if everything is not clear. I don't speak English at all, I just used Google translate. I really wanted to share this Smut. so I went for it.

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“I can't believe!!!” Linoa exclaimed, hugging the strongly but deliciously scented scarf to her chest.

She held Park Seonghwa's scarf in her hands. Seonghwa Park. The strong smell that emanated from it showed that he had a heavy hand on perfume. She found this detail adorable and was happy to learn more about him.

He had gotten up, forgetting her at the cafe table where he had been sitting earlier with the members of his boy band. Sitting on a table a little far from theirs, she scrutinized him as usual. But when she wanted to get back on the road to continue her session, the scarf stopped her. However, the main thing did not escape her as she rushed to get into her car and follow the group's… Seonghwa's.

Linoa was a young woman of 24, owner of her own business employing a multitude of people who lined her pockets. But above all, Linoa was obsessed and dedicated to her target. Commonly called sasaeng.

In his head, he needed to test the waters to prepare for his bright future with his soul mate. She didn't even realize that she was only taking her own feelings into account.

So on this momentum, he parked a few meters from the large residence of the Ateez group. He was so close but at the same time so far. Her pretty, discreetly made-up eyes scanned the surroundings. The sunlight reflected off an object that caught his eye.

Frowning, she walked out of the cabin towards said object. She was as discreet as possible so as not to attract anyone's attention. His eyes widened when he recognized the jewelry that was hanging from his other half's ear a few hours ago. She must have fallen under the brown's lack of attention.

She had narrowed her eyes at that earring, wanting so badly to remove it sensually with her lips while nibbling his earlobe, while he moaned deeply as he held her closer to him.

She bent down to retrieve the earring from her collection, then rushed to her car before grabbing her purse.

She took out her notebook and placed it within reach. Then she brutally searched her bag to find her pen. His eyebrows furrowed in annoyance at the thought of his bag swallowing all of his belongings. Finally, she grabbed her pencil instead.

July 6, 2022

My dear love,

I noticed during the two wonderful weeks I spent with you that you wore more perfume than necessary. Even if it's adorable, we should be light-hearted so as not to teach our children about waste.

I was also able to see your equally adorable clumsiness. Maybe it allows me to get things from you but you need to be more careful with your things my darling.

Don't worry about anything, we will be reunited very soon…

…Forever

…I promise you by my blood.

After that, she started her car and went home to complete her two-week-old collection. For two weeks, she had followed him night and day. For two weeks, she had lived only for him.

She had “met” him by chance in a very remote place in Seoul. She paid for her groceries while he walked behind her talking on the phone. Just hearing his voice made his heart jump in his chest.

The haste with which she turned to see who the voice belonged to was desperate. As soon as her eyes landed on him, there was a second flutter in his chest.

His mid-length black hair covered his forehead and his eyes but she saw his beauty perfectly. Her pretty pink lips. His straight nose, his magnificent cheekbones. His long eyelashes and perfectly trimmed eyebrows. It was unreal.

Linoa's ears rang slightly as she was stunned by the beauty of this person. Despite this, she heard the sweet name that left his captivating lips. Park Seonghwa. He said word for word “I am Park Seonghwa”.

A beautiful name that she would never forget. She remained motionless until he disappeared from her field of vision, leaving her full of various sensations. As soon as she regained consciousness, the young woman rushed in the direction where he had disappeared. But no-one.

Her first instinct, once home, was to search her name on the web. Her face lit up as she discovered his status as a public person which made her life easier when it came to finding him.

She spent a month and a half studying him online and watching for the slightest opportunity to see him again in real life. Opportunity that appeared to him two weeks ago.

Storing her new scarf and her earring in her trunk where she displayed the things she had managed to collect, she washed up on her bed. She had to get up early the next day to wait for the group outside their dormitory.

The next day did not take long to come. The slight breeze made her shiver as she realized that she had neither closed her bedroom window nor properly pulled the blanket up over her body. Again. She was so dizzy these last few days that she systematically forgot to close her window. And even when she thought she was, she wasn't.

The last days before she was finally reunited with her love were fast approaching. The day before, in the cafe where she had followed him, Seonghwa had passed very close to her while she was discreet. His telephone conversation did not even give him the opportunity to notice her.

He let his interlocutor know that at the end of the week, he would go out clubbing with the members to celebrate the end of filming Guerrilla. It was the perfect opportunity for her knowing that they would certainly privatize the place.

So she had to constantly follow them to find out more about the exact place and time. The young black girl also had to find a way to infiltrate the club. So that's what she did.

All day long, she had delighted in the way Seonghwa's thighs were perfectly molded in his skinny jeans, in his black hair that she wanted to mess up. Her lower lip was swollen and red, she had bitten it so much to contain her urge to jump on him.

The ebony hadn't been able to get anything out of her day of stalking and was very disappointed. He needed to know the location to put his plan in place. Her depression followed her to the group dormitory where she parked in her usual spot.

It was already dark, but she still hadn't moved. She was desperate for a way to find the location where the first phase of her plan would take place. Suddenly, a light bulb came on above his frizzy head. She grabbed her phone.

She knew that the Atinys would certainly help her find out the location of their little party. So she posted an announcement on the group's official fan page.

“I heard that at the end of the week Ateez would be meeting at We-Clos… any idea of ​​their usual club?^^”

She casually left her phone in the passenger seat, grimacing at the disgusting Seonghwa fans who think they can have it. He was only hers and only needed her.

She hoped to receive a response by then. But she suspected that she most certainly wouldn't have it until the next day. So Linoa started her car and headed home. The end of the week was approaching and she couldn't miss the opportunity to have him all to herself. She wanted to take him home. Theirs.

Two days after his announcement, Linoa was urgently called to work. A very unhappy customer had requested a full refund of his purchases since the beginning of the year. A completely insane request.

The young woman was more than irritated. Not for the absurdity of the request, but rather because he had interrupted his time of day with his Park Seonghwa. She was about to pick up the silk handkerchief he had dropped when his emergency bell rang.

She would be willing to give him her business if he let her return to Seonghwa. After long minutes of complaining, the old man was escorted to the reimbursement department to explain his problem in a more calm manner

“What a waste of time !!” the black woman said indignantly, rushing towards the door of her business.

As soon as she was outside, the cold air hit her until she shivered. She was desperate. Since the announcement she had not had any response that interested her. Only “Oh the group is getting together??”; “I would really like to be with them”; “How do you know?” All incompetent. Incompetence and uselessness. This is the meaning of Atiny for her.

Even if she followed them that day, there would be no guarantee that she would be able to get in. She had to find a solution. And quick. Maybe she could…

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a person with a hood, probably a woman given his build, who almost violently stuck a sort of piece of paper against his stomach. The brute disappeared almost immediately into the crowd of people leaving.

“Hey!! What are you-“ And then it’s no use, she whispered, examining the piece of paper.

She read with annoyance what was on the paper. So boring ! An advertisement for a new restaurant that had just opened in Hongdae. She crumpled up the flyer as she walked to her car. She hoped to find Seonghwa where she left him before she was forced to leave.

But as she walked, something caught her attention. The writing on the back of the paper was difficult for her to see given how it was crumpled. His eyebrows furrowed as he saw small words that caught his attention more than they should.

She unfolded the piece of paper in a hurry as she reached her car, which she unlocked with a click before getting into it. All her attention was on the word once she put down her purse.

''Hi Atiny, I saw your post two days ago. I'm pretty sure their event is at the * club. Each time it closes it is because it is privatized by the group. I hope I helped you. An Atiny sister^^‘’

A big smile lit up the beautiful ebony face.

'Not so useless' she thought.

She then started her car to head towards the place where the small party will take place. On Gagnam.

It was 7 p.m. when she parked in front of said club. And it was currently 11 p.m. So she had time to do three rounds of the owner. She knew all the exits, emergency exits, places where the cameras weren't filming…

She had even made friends with the bartender who did not fail to let her know that the boss was looking for a barmaid. Deeming her very friendly, he let her know that he hoped to work with her.

So her new and very useful mixed-race friend took her to the owner of the club who succumbed to her perfect charm act and hired her immediately.

“There is a popular group that will privatize the salon in two days, my little one”, he said to the much more attentive young woman. “Do you think you can start today? I know it's a bit of pressure ma-”

“I can do it !!!” she said hurriedly.

The boss and his new friend let out audible laughter at what they deemed an adorable, innocent and determined little girl.

All she had to do was go see the merchant we had told her about and it was perfect.

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That's it !!! Linoa was finally there. The final phase of his plan had arrived. She was standing at the bar, in the little sleeveless pastel pink dress that was her uniform. It perfectly highlighted her pretty slim silhouette, her hollow waist, her round buttocks defined by the arch of her back and her slightly present hips.

The group barely 20 meters from her. Seonghwa was right there. In the same room as her. Her heart was beating so fast that she could feel the pulsations in her ears.

It was a small event of around thirty people. In addition to the members, there was the president of the agency, their manager, their choreographer and the staff.

As soon as they arrived, she went to their table to give them the establishment card. She had deliberately positioned herself in front of the onyx-haired man. He had watched it start his heart like a generator, and he had offered a small, polite smile.

He looked beautiful with his black hair that fell in a slight layer on the sides of his head. The young man wore a white t-shirt and tight black jeans, accessorized with his traditional leather jacket. Perfectly edible.

She obviously hadn't had the love at first sight she had hoped for. But it was only a matter of time. At the end of this evening it would just be the two of us. Finally reunited.

He was laughing with his friends and looked so happy. The young woman wanted so badly that he only looked at her. She wanted to vomit thinking about how she wasn't the one making him laugh like that. She absentmindedly prepared the orders she had written down before leaving their table early.

With the orders ready, came the first phase of his plan. She glanced at the young man who did not care about her presence. The thought made his heart contract painfully. She carefully reached under the counter and grabbed the capsule she had placed there when she arrived.

Everything then happened very quickly. She put the substance in the capsule into Seonghwa's glass, then walked towards them. A deliberately benevolent smile plastered on her pretty face. She did the service, making sure not to make a mistake.

“You are so pretty, miss!!” Wooyoung exclaimed very excitedly.

Yes, it’s true, you look so beautiful with your voluminous hair, agreed an equally excited San, holding out a shy hand towards her. Can I touch ?

The other members seemed amused by Woosan's still explosive behavior. Their childish reactions genuinely made the black girl laugh, who leaned over slightly to allow San to touch her hair. They quickly exchanged a few more words before Linoa returned to her counter.

She quickly glanced at her soul mate hoping to see she didn't really know what. Acquiescence to the compliment that had been given to him… or perhaps even jealousy. But nothing. He didn't even look at her. What was happening on her phone seemed more interesting than her.

He deserved punishment. From the moment he was finally hers, that is to say in a few hours, she would punish him severely and teach him to look only at her. But in the meantime, she will wait for the effects of the drug she put in her drink. He had just taken the first sip.

“Perfect,” she said to herself

“Are you okay, Linoa?” questioned Guesung, the Korean-African bartender, placing his hand on his bare arm.

This action startled her. No surprise, but fear. She had sudden cold sweats. She couldn't explain why or how, but fear, the feeling of being watched, anxiety assailed her suddenly.

“Y- Yes it’s going great!!” she said, forcing a smile.

“Very well, I have to go to the reserve. I come back soon.”

“Okay” she replied, not more interested than that.

“Oh and by the way!” he began, turning around. “You look so cute in your dress.”

This compliment, although it did not come from Seonghwa, touched her. So it was with her first sincere smile since she had known him that she answered him.

Thank you, my darling, she said above the music, laughing slightly, pulling her interlocutor with her laughing.

He quickly disappeared into the corridor which led to the reserve and the back of the club. The black woman turned her attention to the black-haired man. A slight smile appeared on his pink lips as he saw the singer pass his hand over his face. He seemed uncomfortable.

“Are you okay, my darling?” She said to herself as she looked at him.

He pulled lightly on the collar of his t-shirt in search of more coolness. Hot flashes. The first effect of the drug he had been advised to take.

He slowly stood up after muttering a few words to his friends from the ebony's point of view. He was probably going to the bathroom to wash his face. Completely useless thing.

The young woman saw him disappear into the corridor before stifling a slight laugh. After he disappeared from her field of vision, the young woman found herself surrounded by five KQ ent employees who were in command here and there. She was very busy with requests but still kept an eye on the hallway, waiting for him to reappear.

After a good fifteen minutes, he finally reappeared with his leather jacket, which he had probably taken off in the bathroom, in his hand. Slightly staggering. Dizziness. The second effect. We had to act quickly now. She had to get him out of the club in the next few minutes if she didn't want to complicate her mission. She had barely escaped for the services of the five people earlier.

“But where the hell is Guesung?!” she asked irritated, trying as best she could to finish the service to free herself.

She handed her drink, probably a failure given her lack of experience, to the woman who had ordered it. But her attention seemed to be captivated by something else. His gaze shifted to the people around the woman. Everyone's attention was captured by a few things she didn't understand.

She put down the glass that no one cared about anymore as she looked at the members' table. Yunho whispered a few words to a Seonghwa who looked very bad before following suit with the other members who were heading towards the main entrance.

“What is happening ?” she asked her boss who rushed past with frowning eyebrows.

He did not answer her, and followed the crowd as they left. It wasn't until the DJ cut the music that she could hear the blaring sound of the ambulance siren. His eyebrows furrowed in incomprehension. In two minutes the room was empty. The young black girl started to head towards the main entrance to see what was going on.

She stopped in her tracks when she heard whining. Suddenly everything came back to him. She almost got distracted. What a mistake !! Plus the opportunity was perfect. She turned around to see him standing. He was there. Right in front of her. In his white t-shirt, black jeans and boots of the same color.

“Help me, miss,” he whispered, his head in his hand, throwing himself into the wolf’s mouth. Please, he whined.

She saw him moving towards the corridor where he had disappeared earlier.

“What's happening to you, sir?” she asked falsely worried as she rushed towards him.

She took the opportunity to place her hand on his arm. This contact that she had dreamed of for more than a month created a profound exhilaration in her.

“Help me…” he said with difficulty.

The young woman rushed to the seat where he was, grabbing her leather jacket before heading towards him. It would be a shame not to see him in it again. It suits him so well. She helped him move by directing him towards the back of the club where his car was parked.

She pulled him into her car. The poor man had no choice but to follow her given the state in which she had deliberately put him. He was moving forward without suspecting the danger. She felt her weight sag as they moved forward.

The young woman made him sit on the passenger side to keep an eye on him during the trip. He shouldn't have fallen asleep. It was physically impossible for her to carry him from her car inside her house.

“Don’t fall asleep, my love,” she said, patting her thigh with one hand and holding the steering wheel with the other. We are almost there.

The young man's head wobbled in all directions. The moment of the third and final effect had arrived. Loss of consciousness.

Fortunately, he was still moving a little when the car pulled into the driveway of his house. She parked as close to the front door as possible.

She grabbed her jacket from the back seat, then rushed to the young man's side to open his door. She whispered encouraging words to him as she put her arm over his shoulder so he could lean on her.

Long minutes of exercises had passed. But now they were upstairs. Seonghwa installed on a chair next to Linoa's bed, who was trying to tie her hands behind her back with one of her scarves. He had lost consciousness just as she had placed him on the chair, his head tilted forward.

Finishing tying him up, the young woman began to wonder what she could do by the time he woke up, probably the next day. She was not able to sleep with Le Park Seonghwa in her room. It was simply impossible.

" I finally succeeded.” she exclaimed, picking up the young man's black leather jacket which had fallen to the ground while trying to seat him on the chair.

As he retrieved the jacket, the sound of something hitting the ground caught his attention. She bent down to pick up the object…

“What is…”

It was a pen. A black pen engraved with initials.

Flashback

She took out her notebook and placed it within reach. Then she roughly searched her bag to find her pen. His eyebrows furrowed in annoyance at his bag swallowing all his belongings. Finally she grabbed her pencil instead.

Incomprehension and obliging curiosity, his fingers began to feel around the pockets of the jacket before diving into a pocket. She took out a blue barrette. Not just any one.

Her hair barrette that she received for her 16th birthday from her father. She still remembered the pain she felt when she lost him two years ago.

“What the fuck ?”

She turned slowly and carefully to face the limp body of the man she had kidnapped. She felt cold sweat running down her back as she saw him there in the darkness. The room was only illuminated by the moon's rays.

Suddenly the black woman's stomach contracted in fear. His figure was moving. Like slight jerks up and down. Then a light laugh reached his ears. His heart began to pound and an unpleasant shiver covered his body.

The laughter became more audible as his body moved more honestly at the same pace. He raised his head and burst out laughing in earnest, locking his dark eyes into those of the terrified young woman. There was nothing angelic about his laugh, quite the contrary.

“Good evening, my little Linoa” he said in his dark voice after calming down. “You took a long time.”

He said the last sentence as he stood up from his chair, as he let the scarf previously tied on his wrist meet the floor. The young woman was frozen. She couldn't move anymore. Her legs trembled in the face of the man who was moving slowly towards her.

“Why did it take you so long?” asked his dark voice. “It's because of him ?!” he continued with furrowed brows. “Huh little girl?!”

Why did you let him touch you when only I could do it, he continued, still moving towards her. Hm?

The young woman didn't understand a word he said. Who was he talking about? She wanted to ask him so much, but the painful lump in her throat took away her ability to speak.

“I had another diversion planned, you know my love?” he narrated, smiling slightly at her with a dreamy expression plastered on his handsome face. “Knowing full well that you would have no way of bringing me with you if I didn't intervene.”

“But that asshole bartender became the perfect opportunity,” he added with a sick smile on his face as his tongue briefly passed over her lower lip.

Guesung? What was he doing there? Suddenly the young woman remembered that she had not seen him since he went to the reserve. His fear increased when he thought that perhaps it had something to do with the ambulance that had emptied the room.

“You have no idea how enjoyable it was to take away his fucking satisfied expression after you dared to give him a nickname that was rightfully mine”, he went from an expression of ecstasy to a look of pure anger from the beginning to the end of his sentence. “Hit him again and again…and again!!!! Until he saw his blood flowing,” he continued, his teeth gritted with rage. “It was the only way for him to atone for his sins for even daring to lay his dirty paws on what is mine.”

His moods were constantly changing. She was facing a madman. And she was really, really scared.

He scrutinized every little detail of her body, from the smallest hair to the soles of her feet with a chilling concentration. He only stopped his steps when their busts touched. As they did so, a pleasant well-being passed through them and a shiver covered them from head to toe. He towered over her by at least a head.

When he raised his hand to her face, the young black girl stiffened with apprehension but also with an incomprehensible impatience. How can I say that this man was disturbing… and attractive?

“It's so good to be able to touch you while your pretty eyes are open and looking at me” he breathed with a calmer tone, gently caressing her face. “My precious Linoa.”

What ?! What did he mean by talking about his eyes being open? A deeper terror seized the young woman. What was she getting into? She was dying to get help. His eyes stung as tears threatened to fall.

Flashback

The next day did not take long to come. The slight breeze made her shiver as she realized that she had neither closed her bedroom window nor properly pulled the blanket up over her body. Again. She was so dizzy these last few days that she systematically forgot to close her window. And even when she thought she was, she wasn't.

“I-I… Wh-”, she tried, her voice trembling as she felt her legs becoming feverish and her throat tightening further.

“It’s very annoying when you close your windows, you know, my precious Linoa” he interrupted“. It really hurts me. Sometimes I even have the impression that you don't want to let me into your room” he said, looking at her sadly. “But when I see you, I realize how real it is between us. Especially when I see the things I left for you, proudly displayed in the room” he continued with a smirk, letting his large hand slide up to her neck. “You are so pretty” he added, looking far into her eyes.

She shuddered pleasantly at his touch, but was swallowed up by the overflow of information assailing her. What did he want to talk about? She was the one pulling the strings from the start. No ? What could possibly have happened?!

“You must be wondering what's going on”he continued, stifling an amused laugh, ignoring her frightened expression.

As if he was reading her thoughts.

“What if you let me explain?” he questioned, leaning his face very close to hers.

His expression showed without any filter madness, love, adoration, desire, idolatry. But also something dangerous and extremely dominant. Who was this man she brought home? Tears passed through the barrier of her pretty hazel eyes.

“L-…Leave please…please sir…” her words were interrupted between his hiccups and her feeling of terror.

Her feeling of fear doubled when she heard the audible laughter of the brown in front of her. A chilling, crazy laugh.

“Sir ?” he asked with the same sinister laugh. “I am no longer your love Linoa?” he added, making the black woman's stomach contract. “You can’t even imagine how happy you made me by saying it” he explained euphorically. “Can you say it again? Hm? Say it again little girl!” he hissed harshly, sliding his fingers around the young woman's dark neck, without applying pressure, enjoying the goosebumps forming there.

“Y-You were drugged it’s impossible-”

“I didn't drink your shit, pretty little Linoa” he cut in sharply, hooking his free hand on the arch of her back, pulling her closer to him. “You are so predictable.”

The young woman's heart stopped for half a second. The fear this man inspired in him grew with each second, with each revelation. She no longer knew why she wanted him for herself. She realized all too violently that she didn't actually know anything about him. But he seemed to know a thing or two about her.

“What’s wrong, my pearl?” he asked, leaning closer to her.

They were so close that each felt the other's breath on their faces. The jerky breathing of the young black girl on the milky skin of the singer who had the impression of finally breathing normally.

“You cry ?” he continued. “Disappointingly” his hand descended on the black girl's round buttock, more responsive than she would like. “Lingering there he barely suppressed a moan at the sensation, before stopping on her right hip. I thought you would only cry at your sixth orgasm, little girl” he added, delicately placing his lips on her cheeks where her tears were flowing, making the hazel eyes of the youngest by a few months open wide.

When he pulled back, she saw him pass his tongue over his lips, no doubt to collect the tears he had kissed away. Her tears redoubled. She would so much like to run away from this room, from this house, from him. But she was like pressed by her imposing aura which prevented her from making the slightest movement.

And that was without counting his grip on her neck and hip. Like a bird in the fowler's net. Her body shuddered despite herself when she felt her interlocutor's lips press against her right ear. She hadn't even seen him come closer.

“Seeing you squirm beneath me,” he continued, pressing her hip in his large left hand. “Screaming at me that it's way too much for your tiny body. But your pretty pussy,” he added, bringing her closer to his pelvis, “she will beg me to fuck her mercilessly. Damn I bet she fits so well around me Linoa.”

“I- Y… You’re just a sick person. Perverted at that” she sobbed. “Let me go” she continued, trying to push him away. “Will you-”

His sentence hung in the air as the Korean's fingers exerted a slight but sudden pressure around his neck. The pressure was enough to make her raise her head to meet his displeased gaze.

“Are you trying to annoy me, Linoa?” he asked darkly.

The look he gave her dissuaded her from any protest. The strength she had miraculously found to stand up to him dissipated as quickly as it had come.

“Huh?” he insisted.

She shook her head frantically in denial, making him hum contentedly in response. His smile softens along with his grip on his neck.

“You are so beautiful” he breathed, his eyes full of stars, caressing her cheek with the back of his hand. “None of them ever deserved you” he added, a touch of anger settling in his dark eyes.

The young woman gave herself a mental slap to chase away her thoughts focused on the beautiful deep voice of her torment today more than yesterday. But his thoughts quickly turned to the gradually rising words. So she was unsure of herself and had a trembling voice as she tried to express herself.

“What are you talking about ?” she stammered.

Why was she seeing him when she had never done so before? To be honest, she didn't know either. He was so imposing that unconsciously Linoa suddenly found it disrespectful to address him as familiar. This distance irritated the brown but he remained patient. For now.

The singer released his hold on her, then gently took her hand in his larger one. He carefully led them towards the large bed of the owner of the house who had no choice but to follow him. She hadn't seen many, but enough to know that pissing him off was a terrible idea.

He sat down on the bed after moving away the chair he was sitting on earlier. Linoa wasn't sure what movements she should make and had questions. Her questions were interrupted by the large hand of the Korean who pulled her onto his left thigh before wrapping his arms around her.

“I'm talking about that guy who was hovering around you the day I saw you for the first time”, he began, resting his chin on the shoulder of the chilly young woman, “a kind of brainless jock from your college”. . “The one from your internship a year later.” “Ah!” he exclaimed, “and the one who invited you to his frat party before standing you up. Tss what a coward!!” he chuckled condescendingly. “A few blows and he drops the most beautiful thing in this world. Also the binoculars who thought he had a chance of approaching you without losing his pretty glasses that his mama gave him”, he finished, stifling a laugh.

The young woman's face fell as she heard these new revelations. She remembered everyone he mentioned perfectly. They all started by talking to him, creating affection between them before no longer speaking to him or even looking at him from one day to the next.

She still remembered the cruel lack of confidence she had to fight after experiencing this situation not once or twice. But enough to force her to hold on tightly when she wanted a person. Even if it means stepping outside the line of reasonableness.

“But how can you-”

“Well it’s simple”, he interrupted…again. “They all wanted something that was already promised elsewhere. You understand ?” he asked softly, moving his hand up to her cheek. “Huh my baby?” he let his hand fall absently - or not - on the young woman's thigh exposed by the roll-up of her dress.

“You!” he demanded firmly, squeezing her bare thigh between his long fingers. “You don't want your soul mate, Linoa,” his deep voice whispered against his shoulder.

The young woman sighed softly, closing her eyes to give herself more composure. Was she shocked by what he showed her? There was no doubt about it. Was she scared? Absolutely ! Was she angry? Yes. But did he have a monster effect on her? Fuck yes.

His voice, his fingers deliberately brushing her exposed skin, the look he gave her. Despite his inscrutable attitude, his eyes told him a lot of things.

“You were saying ?” he asked softly against her ear, bringing her out of her thoughts at the same time as her hairs stood on end.

“W… well y-you she stammers. “You made me understand that you come at night”, she paused, “when I am sleeping”.

She slowly turned her face to meet his attentive gaze. Her black hair lightly covered her equally black eyes which shone with adoration.

“Did… you do bad things to me while I was sleeping? ”she asked in an almost inaudible tone with a lump in her stomach as she searched his eyes.

She felt him tense at her words. Her heart sank and she immediately regretted her words when she saw the look of the young man in front of her. He wore an expression that was both hurt and imperceptibly panicked.

“What ? No. Hells no” he said with a frown. “I would never dare Linoa.”

“I-”

“Do you really believe me like that?” he continued with a pained pout on his face.

…she didn't say anything doubtful since he had proven to her in less than an hour that she didn't know him at all.

“Okay, I touched your breasts once” he admitted, looking perversely at her chest. “Just once” he insisted, catching her gaze again.

The young woman frowned, looking at him in shock. He said it like it was normal.

“But in my defense, I couldn't help it”, he said slightly defensively, seeing her outraged look as he raised both hands in the air. “It's you there too. What's the idea of ​​wearing such a thin top when you point to my lightest touch? Even in your sleep” he added with a smirk as his hands returned to her waist and thigh.

“I never hurt you, my precious Linoa” he added, letting his eyes convince her. “I preferred to wait until it was you who begged me to take you” he whispered, tracing circles with his thumb against her thigh.

If Linoa could blush, she would already be crimson. He really wasn't short of air. But he also didn't fail to make her panties slightly damp with his voice and his touches. And that was without counting his look and his devastating physique.

“Who clings to me to satisfy your need for me to fuck you-“

Linoa's little hand pressed against the Korean's lips to silence him. He was surprised by his gesture but not by the shiver that covered him for such minimal contact. He had always reacted quickly when it came to her. He knew it well.

Once he recovered, he burst out laughing happily at the shocked expression of the incredulous young woman. Linoa's heart burned at this vision. He had a childish laugh that would make anyone’s heart sink. And even more so his.

“I-”

“Other questions ?” he said softly in an attempt to get her out of her embarrassment, biting his lip to stop himself from laughing.

Surprisingly the atmosphere relaxed as time passed. But according to the brown's wishes, the tension rose when she said something bad without necessarily meaning to.

“How did you know me?” asked a more relaxed Linoa.

“It was five years ago” he began, looking at her with his expression neutral again. “A year before our start. That day I made the decision to drop everything related to K-Pop. I just didn't want it anymore”, he said, answering the silent question of the young woman on his lap, seeing her facial expression.

“I see yes”, she encouraged gently.

The young woman tried to get off his thigh to sit on the bed but was immediately stopped by the singer's firm grip on her body. He gave her a stern look that made her stiffen.

“I was sitting on a bench in a park, my resignation letter in my hand when you walked past me. I thought I was hallucinating when I saw you. You were perfection incarnate Linoa” he praised, taking her hand and placing it against his heart. “The reaction of my heart immediately made me understand my crush on you. It was beating so fast that I thought I was having a heart attack at one point. I instantly fell in love with you in that moment… unconditionally. And the most surprising thing is that I follow Linoa a little more every day.”

The young woman's little hand tightened against the madly beating heart of her interlocutor who was looking at her with his eyes focused on her. His pounding heart caused his to violently jolt. He squeezed her hand a little tighter in his.

“You sat on a swing with a smile on your pretty lips” he narrated. “The scenery seemed to fit you and your little lime green dress perfectly. I hesitated for a long… really long time to come and talk to you. But you would have seen me at the time” he paused as if to repress the pain of that moment as if the events were from the day before, “I didn't deserve to talk to a girl as pretty as you.”

“So I looked at you, then my resignation letter, then you again. So I understood two things. That you deserved a person who could give you the world, first. Since, for us to finally be reunited, it had to be you who came to me, exactly like today. So I worked hard to make a name for myself. I knew it would be easy for you to find me with a public name. So I managed to reach the summit with my group to finally be closer to you. But if you want me to be completely honest, I don't think I deserve you even today. But for now, I really can't let you slip through my fingers, my love.”

He finished his sentence by placing his hand previously on his chest against his cheek before looking at her with a childish smile.

“You are my everything Linoa. I love you to death. I love you more than anything in the world, he whispered with his painfully loving gaze. You are my reason for living and I despair of love for you. If you end our relationship, I don't know what will become of me, Linoa,” he explained, his face neutral again. “But I know I can never let you go. Never Linoa, he insisted again on her first name.”

The young woman's heart, which had not stopped beating frantically, missed a beat before starting again with a vengeance. But what relationship? She felt a mix of contradictory feelings. She was scared but would be lying if she said these statements weren't what she'd wanted to hear for several weeks.

“I had to ask a homeless person to give you where to find me this evening, the same for the customer who brought you back to the meeting point with the homeless person” he recounted again.

The confusion, the fear, the cold sweats. The young woman experienced several sensations as the pieces of the puzzle came together.

I could smell you the second I walked into that club to“night. Lovely in your pretty pink Linoa dress, he said nonchalantly. I almost lost control, he took a deep breath as if to give himself restraint, even more so when you approached our table, he paused, when you leaned over, when you looked at me, said” he quietly, “or when you talked to others instead of talking to me,” he continued through gritted teeth. “You drive Me crazy”.

It was an understatement to say it.

“That night” he said with a smirk as if he were nostalgic. “This evening when it was finally the moment when you see me.” “I’m Park Seonghwa,” he imitated, watching the young woman’s expression fade. “Nobody says that, Linoa” he added, making fun of her, “you are so naive”. “I knew you would automatically react to my voice. Not only because you're predictable” he began, “but also because of how you react to my voice every night, right here in your sleep”. “Hmm what you could do to make me shiver and quiver just at the sound of my voice, little Linoa. I could have taken you there, in your sleep” he whispered, leaning closer to her.

“But how-”

“Of course I had to let you come to me my love” he cut in, appreciating her shocked expression. “But I knew perfectly well that you wouldn't be able to do it alone. You needed me. You need me Linoa.”

He stopped talking and looked at her facial features with indescribable concentration. His fingers let go of the black woman's hand that he held against his cheek, to brush a few strands of hair from his forehead.

“But I'm here now”, he breathed softly, letting his fingers slide down her face. “Forever my little Linoa.”

Why did he insist so much on his first name? She could read all the madness and sincerity in his eyes. His eyes were almost pleading as he silently asked her to love him the way he loved her. She was dying to give him what he asked for. But was it reasonable? She asked herself this question but did not know, at the moment, that Park Seonghwa always got everything he wanted. And he wanted her more than anything.

The new silence charged the air with electricity. They lost themselves in each other's eyes, Seonghwa more than her. He was propelled into the very sphere of all the adoration he had for her. Damn he loved her. Over all.

His fingers caressing her bronze skin higher and higher gradually reduced the black woman's common sense. The brown's eyes, shining with admiration, fluttered slowly as he drowned in hers. His touch on her thighs made the black girl's suddenly hard nipples visible through her light dress. He had said it. She pointed at the lightest of her touches.

The young man's breathing became heavy as he noticed the absence of a bra, at the same time as his hand passed under the fabric of the young woman's pastel pink dress. Surprised, she hurriedly grabbed his wrist. After this gesture, she stiffened, worried that she had irritated him. But his lustful gaze accessorized with his dilated pupils made it clear that he was in another world.

He tilted his head, then nestled his face in the neck in front of him before inhaling deeply her scent that he smelled every night but which made him a little crazier each time… literally. His lips pressed gently against her sensitive skin immediately creating a reaction from them.

“Linoa” he whispered in a burning tone as he brought her closer to him, helped by his left hand on her thin waist.

He kissed her neck sensually and his hand moved the one on her wrist to the base of her hair at the nape of her neck. He needed her to touch him. The young woman's sighs encouraging him, he firmly grabbed her thigh to bring her even closer, reducing the already non-existent space between them.

The black girl's breath hitched as he sank his teeth into her skin, damp from the assault his tongue brought upon it. A violent goosebumps covered the thin body of the ebony. The kisses against his neck became more demanding, leading the young man to tilt his partner's head for more access. He growled with pride at the sight of his skin covered in numerous purplish marks.

His grip tightened on her waist and thigh as he growled before diving back onto her neck. The tension of pure lust that emanated from him, since they were in this position, gradually seeped into the black girl's body.

Seonghwa's right hand passed in a gentle touch over the fabric of her dress. She went up along her thigh, her hip then over her waist, the curve of her breast, her collarbone before firmly grasping her chin between her long fingers. Without difficulty, he pulled her face towards his then voraciously caught her small lips between his.

A low growl left his chest at the first feeling of his lips against his. His senses were in effusion and the beating of his heart exploded the barometer. The happiness that filled his vital organ was beyond anything he could have thought, however great his imagination.

The young woman released a sigh of well-being while her fingers tightened in the male's onyx hair. Their mouths molded perfectly against each other, as if they had been made for each other.

The young woman's immediate responses immediately made her already burning lower abdomen contract. His clumsy movement excited the hungry brown more. Linoa let herself be gently charmed by his touch.

Their lips moved slowly against each other for a moment before Seonghwa shoved his tongue shamelessly into her mouth, exploring her like he owned her. The young woman's surprise made her sigh and her senses grew foggy. His free hand rested on the singer's chest to try to calm his wobbles. It was the brown's turn to shiver at this contact.

In the blink of an eye, Linoa found herself on her back. Her slight cry of surprise greatly amused the male above her. His crazy eyes scrutinized her. She was lying beneath him, her neck full of marks and her hair slightly tangled from their sudden encounter with his sheets. She was there, wide awake for him. Finally !

“Look at your pretty hair,” his deep voice said, grabbing a scrunchie from his nightstand next to the bed. They're all disheveled. But legitimately this time, he growled, skillfully gathering them into a high bun, as if he had been doing it all his life. Earlier you let someone else touch them. Right in front of me. You are so mean Linoa, he hissed with furrowed eyebrows.

“Huh… I-”

“Shh!” He ordered, placing his large hand over her mouth to silence her. “You deserve me to show you that you are only mine, little girl,” he concluded, running his tongue over the shell of her ear as he enjoyed the goosebumps forming there.

Suddenly reality hit her like a painful slap. She hadn't been with the man she loved for over a month. No. She was with a completely crazy manipulator who had schemed to get her to do crazy things.

She had to fight intensely against the feelings and sensations that should have left her the second she realized who he was. She closed her eyes tightly at the feeling of the Korean's large hand pushing her dress up her thigh. But determined to be sensible, she squirmed in protest and managed to sweep a hand across her face.

“No” she protested. “I don’t want. We… We can't do this,” she stammered.

The laugh, as amused as it was sinister, from his interlocutor echoing in the room made his blood run cold. He suddenly grabbed her jaw then locked his dark gaze into her hazel ones. The hint of irritation he was trying to calm was seen in his eyes, making the young black girl swallow.

“I can do whatever I wan”t, he said in his deep voice, “and I wanna fuck you. As if it was my last day on earth.”

As soon as he finished his sentence, he grabbed the fabric of her little dress at her thighs. With skillful pressure, he broke the fabric in two revealing the body covered only by the dark blue panties of the young woman with widened eyes. He wasted no time in ridding his body of the tattered dress which quickly met the ground. His eyes shone at his body. He did not see a naked body for carnal pleasure. He saw the woman he loved most in the world in her simplest form. And this sight filled his heart with love.

Anticipating his movement to hide, the brown grabbed his wrists as they rose before pinning them on either side of his head. He licked his lips, squinting at her small round breasts that he was seeing for the first time, while his breathing quickened. He had imagined them countless times, but the reality was much better.

“Don't hide your pretty breasts from me, baby” he whispered after leaning very close to her face. You are breathtaking. “Although I would have preferred you in your white lace panties.”

His hot breath tickled the lips of the black prisoner in his grip. A mischievous smile appeared on his handsome face at the sight of his reluctance. With incredible gentleness, he placed his lips on one of the cheeks of his reason for living, creating a shiver on his body, then on the other.

Gently, he let his vicious tongue trail over and between her parted lips before closing his white teeth on the lower lip. He then repeated the process several times, enjoying Linoa's trembling at his torture. She squeezed her thighs as discreetly as she could, trying to stop her arousal fluids. This action obviously did not escape Park.

“Do you want a kiss, my precious Linoa ?”

Rhetorical question ! He knew perfectly well she wanted him from her breathing frantically, her hardened nipples making him proud, her fists and thighs clenched. He delighted in this view. He delighted in her.

“I can’t hear you, little girl!” he exclaimed harshly, pulling on her lower lip with his teeth making her moan softly.

…“Yes”, she admitted, her voice choked with shame at admitting it.

Without being asked, the male crushed her lips against his in an urgent kiss. This kiss had nothing to do with the first one, although it was beastly. There he devoured her. Sucking, licking, tasting, biting his lips with indescribable greed. Their tongues found themselves in a wild dance as he dominated without difficulty.

Linoa gasped in surprise as she felt her tongue between her partner's lips. He sucked her voraciously, giving her no respite. The dark blue panties received abundant moisture from the black one, which had become uncontrollable. A groan escaped the idol as he worked to suck his tongue between his eager lips. Then shoved his into his mouth again.

Probably excited, he let go of her wrists and let his right hand grasp her thin bare waist. The young woman's alarming lack of air did not reach him as he could not stop. His tongue sought to go further and further into his mouth and he swallowed her squeals with pleasure.

The young woman had to use whatever strength she could muster to push him away using her hands beating rapidly on his chest. When he understood her distress, his lips moved down to her jaw line letting her inhale sharply in hopes of easing the burning in her lungs. This man was far too intense for his self-created inexperience.

He hurriedly moved past her neck before lovingly kissing the underside of her collarbones without lingering there. His goal was much lower. Arriving there, he kissed the roundness of her left breast while delicately grabbing the right, then sniffed her skin. He was kissing all around her hard nipples making her huff in frustration. His eyes moved back to his partner's pretty face.

“Look at me, little girl” he ordered in a voice that gave her no desire to disobey.

She slowly lowered her eyes to his. What she saw made her swallow. The glow in his dark eyes had changed, and something even darker suddenly emanated from him. This new attitude screamed at him to flee. But she just couldn't… no less than she wanted to.

His breathing hitched when the brown's tongue came into contact with his erect nipple. His satisfied gaze fixed on hers, he slowly turned it with his tongue while his left hand kneaded the other with less and less restraint.

His tongue caressed her nipple, circling it, pressing it to flatten it. His eyes locked with hers, he pulled it between his lips, then released it with a sharp noise. His hand twisted her erect nipple causing Linoa's small hand to rest on his.

He looked at the difference in size of their hands and found it cute how she was trying to 'stop' him from touching her breasts. His lips attacked her left nipple again. The black woman threw her head back when she felt his lips, but also his left hand suddenly rubbing against her wet panties.

The Korean's discontent did not last long. He grabbed her jaw harshly, forcing her to look at him. When he regained his full attention, he resumed the work of his lips on her breasts which he kissed in turn, while his fingers traced her slit through her wet panties.

When he had enough, he let go of his partner's jaw and went to kiss her stomach. He nibbled here and there, tenderly taking her slender waist in his large hands. The young woman's eyes followed her. She was still looking at him, even when he closed his eyes to kiss her stomach. His soft moans against her stomach making her clit twitch and her stomach heave frantically from her rapid breathing.

The black girl began to gesticulate when his kisses reached the line between her lower abdomen and her pubis. His grip on her waist had to tighten to keep her from moving too much. He chastely placed his lips on her pubic area, then lightly put pressure on her slit with his straight nose, making the ebony inhale sharply as she became very needy.

“You smell crazy good, Linoa” he murmured against the line of her lower abdomen.

Eyes closed, the brown delicately took her panties between his teeth before gently pulling on them. He opened his dark eyes to meet Linoa’s misty ones. He pulled a little more, revealing his pubes. The young woman raised her pelvis to help him remove the piece of fabric in a barely controlled rush. A monstrously sexy smirk took place on the male's magnificent face. With the help of both hands he removed the last fabric on his sweetheart's body.

He spread her thighs as viciously as slowly. His breath hitched and he gulped at the sight of the very core of her womanhood. His eyes darkened further. She had it all. To please him. It was pink, tight to the eye, alluring and perfectly moist. Just for him. Her tongue slyly passed over her pink lips while her eyes were locked on his glistening, throbbing sex. Big waves of embarrassment drowned the young black girl.

“S-Stop looking”, she stammers extremely embarrassed, “it’s embarrassing.”

“No” he simply laughed. “I like to take my time looking at my property.”

His long, slender fingers roamed her pubis without ever touching the place where she needed him most. Her frustrated sighs amused him but he necessarily needed her to agree with what he had just said. It was vital.

“Say it’s mine,” he ordered, looking up at her.

“I-I… I don't belong to anyone other than me”, she said, not at all sure of herself.

“I see”, he replied too calmly as his fingers left her pubis to touch her swollen lips in a very light movement, making the black woman moan more. “Is that why your pretty pussy is begging me to take care of her, little girl?”

His eyes watched his every expression. He knew her well enough to know that she wouldn't give in. So he stood up facing her after quickly removing his white t-shirt from his body. The sight he offered her almost made her moan, he was so well sculpted.

But the young woman did not have time to contemplate him any longer because of her wrists, which were pinned above her head in the blink of an eye, immobilized in the large left hand of her assailant. His breathing quickened at the sudden action. The large free hand grabbed one of her thighs to spread it further while the other was trapped between her knees.

He had maneuvered her body so that she couldn't move. And especially not closing your thighs. There was no escape.

“You still don't want to talk?” he asked with a smile that didn't bode well. Well that will change in a second little girl.

A moan of mixed surprise and pain escaped the young woman. She opened her eyes wide realizing that Seonghwa had just given her a harsh slap on her folds. But the most surprising thing was how receptive his body was to this act.

Another slap landed creating another groan. Pain and pleasure were mixed up in this situation and she didn't know where to turn. Between the slaps, he slowly let his index finger run between her folds, burying her under the abyss of pleasure.

“You never came to see me in my room, Linoa” he said sadly as his slaps lost restraint. Yet you were there, a slap, a moan. “I waited so long for you, every night. Was what was in your car more important than me? Hm? You are so naughty little girl”, he added, alternating between a slap and the passage of his index finger between her increasingly wet slit. “Is this pussy mine Linoa?!” he growled through gritted teeth as he moved ever closer to her face. Say it !!

“I can't” she simpered with teary eyes.

With each slap the pain increased a notch but she didn't understand how she could react with so much pleasure. The combination of slapping and caressing was driving her crazy. She understood that there was no way she could win against this man. She was most certainly his as he said.

He looked with nameless pleasure into her watery eyes. This vision made him even harder. This girl was the epitome of perfection. His own perfection.

“I said, say it! Is it mine or not?!”

“No ! Finally yes! Yes ! She's… yours” she said with difficulty, her throat tight, desperate for more.

“Do better,” he ordered against her lips, giving her another smack.

He saw the confusion on her face contorted with pain and pleasure and knew he had a lot to teach her. At the same time as another slap landed on the folds of the black woman needing more, he whispered “My name Linoa”. So wanting this torture to stop, she responded in a hurry.

“Seonghwa! Seonghwa she is yours!! She's all yours and no one else's” she said quickly as another slap shook her.

The male shuddered at hearing his first name said in this way by his universe. He hummed contentedly before finally stopping his slaps. He looked at her with satisfaction in his dark eyes, then placed the palm of his hand in front of Linoa making sure she saw what he wanted her to see.

“All wet. Just for Seonghwa” his deep voice said.

He pushed three of his fingers into his mouth. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as a lewd moan was heard. He had waited so long to feel her taste on his tongue. The wait had been worth it. It was the best thing that could have been.

The young woman twisted in embarrassment and looked away so as not to witness what he was doing. The Korean, however, did not agree. He grabbed her jaw with his free hand, freeing her wrists, then turned her face to hers, forcing her to look at him. He cleanly, in a hungry attitude, cleaned her fingers of her fluids, his pupils dilated in hers.

His embarrassment was slowly being replaced by wonder. How beautiful he was. From his most innocent behavior to the most obscene. This man was a real trap.

Like a beast he leaned between her legs which he spread wider. His lips attacked the inside of her thigh which he tormented until he was satisfied with his mark. Encouraged by the black girl's squeals, he continued his assault closer to the hollow of her thighs.

“You are exquisite, my little Linoa” he breathed sensually, his breath falling on the throbbing clitoris of his interlocutor making her shudder. “Give me more of you, please.”

The black girl was extremely frustrated. He mistreated her too much, from the start. She desperately needed him to do something. Anything.

“Seong-”

A long moan, cutting off his words, came to life on his peach-colored lips as the brown's tongue slowly swept along his slit. Electric pleasure washed over her as she gripped the sheets beneath her. He moaned in unison with her at the feeling of more of her like he had wanted for too long now. His lips kissed Linoa's glistening sex in a velvet caress.

His long, slender fingers tightened on her slender thighs as he plunged his tongue deeper between her swollen lips. The young woman's soft moans put him in a daze. She was squirming under the sudden stimulation. She didn't know if she preferred it when he frustrated her or what he was doing to her now.

Her moans became more regular as the brown's tongue searched her imperturbably. The vibrant pleasure in which the black woman was immersed pushed her to strongly grip the onyx hair of her tormentor, pulling it unconsciously. The contented grunt he emitted at this action brought her closer to the storm.

The intense and unprecedented pleasure that she felt pushed her quickly towards the precipice of her first orgasm. The male inserting his tongue into the young woman felt his release approaching. Her chest swelled with pride at her first self-induced orgasm. He therefore redoubled his ardor in his tongue movements until the explosion of his lover's orgasmic knot.

She felt it like a tidal wave. His toes curled at the same time as his fingers pulled on the singer's hair with violent goosebumps that covered his entire body glistening with a thin layer of sweat. The incessant movements against her intimacy allowed her to prolong her pleasure and she was grateful for it.

However, her orgasm-prolonging conclusion faded from her mind when she felt that the wet kisses against her folds had not lost their intensity. Rather, they had doubled in intensity. Her vision blurred and it wasn't long before another knot tugged at her. Her moans louder and louder, she delighted the man between her thighs.

He delighted in her taste, her smell, her noises, her body. He detached her lips for a few seconds, immediately replacing them with his fingers which were frantically rubbing her clit. His hungry black eyes wandered between her beautiful face with its features twisted by pleasure and her pussy which he took care of personally. At the sight of her private parts twice as wet as before, a hoarse moan escaped him despite his lip trapped between his white teeth.

Linoa's eyes moved down to look at him. He licked his fingers hungrily before returning to his buffet. This vision made the young woman moan and tighten her knot even more. It was one of the hottest paintings she had ever seen. A man so beautiful between her thighs and perfectly perverse for her.

She could see his long, thick, black eyelashes circling his closed eyes that showed how much he enjoyed what he was doing, the way he hollowed his cheeks to make sure he sucked every last drop of her. She felt his lewd moans making what he had called his property vibrate twice as much earlier.

Her moans grew even louder as her second orgasm erupted at the sudden pressure of the brown's teeth against her hypersensitive clit. Once again, he collected everything she greedily gave him. His tongue cleaning her slit voraciously.

The young woman's moans were almost like screams while her partner's mouth took on even more ardor. As if he was trying to swallow his soul through this torture.

“It's good to make you come loudly little girl”, he growled against her intimacy, sending her violent spasms. “But I'd rather see that pretty pussy squirt for me.”

Immediately after these words, he continued his over-stimulation in the utmost calm by keeping her thighs apart, which she was desperately trying to close. Linoa squirmed in every direction to try to escape the contact which was becoming too much for her. His pleasure was so intense that it was almost painful. Her pretty hazel eyes filled with tears and her throat stinged as she was so vocal.

“S-Seonghwa… too much… pity… pity it's too much,” she whined with all the difficulty possible.

The only response she got was a contented hum. As if having flipped a switch, he sucked more audibly and forcefully into the ebony's abused heart. She managed to noticeably move away from his mouth to give herself some respite. But a second later, Seonghwa pulled her closer to him with a growl, then started eating her again more vigorously.

The young woman saw stars above her head and her body trembled under the violent pleasure. She could only express what she felt through her loud moans and squirming. The male's large hands came to firmly grasp her waist to reduce her gesticulations. He sucked hard on her clit, moaning at the sensation.

The high-pitched moans signaled his arrival to the brown who alternated his tongue and his teeth on the erectile bud he was tormenting. An unconscious hum escaped him as he plunged his tongue far between the black girl's lips. Her body spasmed and her orgasm came louder and more abundant, going so far as to squirt on the chest of the young man with his chest swollen with pride.

His tongue lazily passed over her glistening folds and entrance, letting nothing escape him. He collected the fluids of his orgasm on the inside of her thighs, while the young woman panted desperate to regain her breath. Despite her blurred vision, she saw the young brown stand up on his legs then place his arm on his chin to eliminate his orgasm.

The little common sense he had left allowed him to be shocked at the action taken by the singer. He brought his arm in front of his face and eagerly ran his tongue over it, giving her a sly look. The haughty raise of his full eyebrows did not escape him either. His dark eyes still locked with hers, he casually unbuckled the waistband of his jeans.

His eyes lazily began to tease her marked neck, her equally purplish chest, her pretty stomach, the hollows of her exposed and crackling thighs before returning to his face. Her expression depicted ecstasy, exhaustion and plenty of the dizzying sensations she must be feeling. She looked like a woman who had been loved too much. He couldn't be more proud.

Linoa shivered as her partner's belt met the ground with a clank of metal. He took a step towards her, while his fingers were busy unbuttoning the button of his black jeans exposing the band of his Calvin Klein boxers.

“You make me die of wanting to take you until tomorrow, Lino”a, he said, getting rid of his jeans and his boxers in a single movement before placing one knee on the bed.

The young woman's breathing quickened again as her brain processed the impending events. A soft cry escaped her as she was pulled lower into the bed by his ankle, as he took his place between her thighs. Her surprised eyes fell on the charming smile he offered her while putting his arms on either side of her head.

Her black hair fell carelessly over her forehead and her lips were red from the activity previously performed. If she hadn't had the opportunity to observe all the features of his face earlier, too carried away by his revelations, she no longer missed a beat.

His beautiful dark eyes that looked at her like the eighth wonder of the world, his straight nose, his beautiful lips that she was dying to kiss again. The slight laugh that reached her made her understand that the brown had seen the way she was looking at him, embarrassing her as she looked away to the side.

The Korean frowned. He couldn't stand her paying attention to anything other than him. Her hazel eyes were only for him. A moan escaped the black woman at the sudden friction of their sensitive sexes. Her gaze rested on him again in search of understanding.

Satisfaction stretched the corner of his lips as he reiterated his action, more frankly. His lips regained possession of hers in a much softer kiss. He offered her a delectable sweetness. She felt so loved through this kiss that she couldn't stop giving herself even more to him. His thin arms wrapped around Seonghwa's neck.

His thin arms wrapped around Seonghwa's neck. This first real gesture of receptivity made the brown quiver violently quivering his right arm in the back of the black one. She helped him by rearing up to allow him to bring him closer to him. Friction and kiss suppressed whatever was left of him in reluctance.

Linoa's tongue, more daring, made her way into the young man's mouth, then wrapped her legs around her slim waist. He moans completely charmed by the receptivity of his sweet. Her neurons were almost burning at the thought of the young woman's enterprising behavior. He would be willing to submit if she asked him. He became painfully needy.

Flexibly dominating the language of the black, he maneuvered so as to position himself at his entrance. The young woman tensed and could not continue the kiss as he pushed her hips forward. A complaint of pain was heard in the young woman.

“Sorry, deeply inspired the brown in a sweetness she did not know. I beg your pardon my love” he said, putting his forehead against her temple.

He had to be violent so as not to move. hurting him was the last of his ambitions. He fought against his impulses, which increased the feeling of his wet and warm narrowness. Seeing her eyes fill with tears as she tried somehow to control herself, tore her heart.

To distract her, and he also in passing, her lips tenderly kissed her left temple, her cheekbones, snapped the lobe of her ears then cajoled her neck covered with hickeys. The young woman's fingers made their way between Seonghwa's black hair, which gently raised her head to meet her lustful eyes.

The electric desire in his eyes was the signal he needed. He could not prevent the birth of a playful smile on his lips. He sensually backed up his hips before advancing them at the same pace as his right hand grabbed his mistress's breast. The young woman sighed at the new pleasure she felt.

He was twice as intense as the one she felt earlier. The heavy gaze of the Korean flowed over her, and expressed to her all the desire he had for her. He watched with fascination with his facial expressions, applying himself to taking it sensually.

Her own eyes wouldn't be able to go anywhere but in her Onyx. She was moaning softly at her partner's movements, burying her face in the hollow of her neck. He grabbed his thigh with his left hand and then put it at his waist. The sensual rhythm they maintained closed a bubble of complicity and pure ecstasy around the two lovers.

The young man sighed in the neck of Linoa who saw his vision deteriorate to the sweet pleasure she felt. The knot that was beginning to be familiar to him appeared as his hands walked on the large back of the brown. She leaned her little strength on her back, prompting him to lie on her.

He understood his silent request and was not asked. They sighed to the skin-to-skin feeling even more palpable. The gentle hip movements of the male worked strongly on the more than imminent approach to the enjoyment of the young woman whose soft moans were closer.

His way of contracting around him told him that she was close to cum. He let his lascivious movements gradually drag the young woman into her orgasm. Feeling that she was suddenly exploding around him, he sat up to see his beautiful face writhing with pleasure and his few locks of frizzy hair that had escaped from his bun.

Her nonchalant movement allowed her to continue her high as she moaned a little louder, scratching her broad tanned shoulders. He groaned with satisfaction as he looked at her with his dilated pupils. He carefully withdrew from her and released her thigh, immediately creating a feeling of emptiness.

“Are you ok, my love?” he asked softly always above her.

She nodded softly, heavy breathing. His eyes were slightly foggy and his hands on his shoulders didn't seem to want to let the young man go.

“How are you feeling?” asked, putting his hand on his cheek.

“… It… it's okay”, she whispered again stunned.

“Good” he purred with a smile.

Her radiant smile warmed the young woman's heart. He had erased the anxiety that crooked his features to give way to a joyful childish pout.

“Because I'm not done with you little girl”, he said again his sadistic smile.

The young woman's heart missed a beat. She tried to formulate a coherent thought. But all she managed to do was take a deep breath of the new intrusion. Her eyes opened wide to the embarrassment she felt. Their hips touched. Which was not the case there were a few minutes. In fact he had just reached his guard for the first time.

The young woman could not achieve her length and thickness at the first opportunity. - Finished playing, declared his voice a more hoarse notch, withdrawing almost entirely to come back hard the next second. The young woman emitted a loud moan of pleasure and embarrassment mixed at the same time as her body was propelled upwards. She clung more to her shoulders to support herself.

The diabolically sexy smile plastered on Seonghwa's face taunted her as he inflicted slow but powerful blows at her. - Seonghwa, she whispered her eyelids heavy with desire. Her first name repeated in this way by her broke the last thread of lucidity that was left for the dark-haired man. He took a steady pace, accelerating his movements as the black moaned louder. The stage of his first time having passed, he could freely express his impulses and finally do everything he wanted to do to him.

He wasn't able to wait another day. Everything would be done tonight, between these four walls. Her hips gradually lost their restraint as he hammered her ruthlessly. His eyes were watching his damn expression. A real mess. She moaned louder and louder as she felt the friction of her partner's imposing limb against her walls. The more they played in the evening, the more she discovered different levels of pleasure that had nothing to do with each other. He hammered her mercilessly, propelling her body to the rhythm of her thrusts.

“Is it good?” asked the brown by accelerating his blows making their skins meet in an obscene noise. Hm?

The moans of the ebony prevented him from formulating a coherent sentence. She was just moaning like a mantra, the only first name she remembered.

“Tell Seonghwa how much you like it.”

He groaned his sentence hard, then slowly pushed his tongue from Linoa's chin to his temple. Leaving a trail of saliva all over the side of her face.

“Hmm, I want to start this again” he said before spreading his tongue over his face. “You are a delight. It doesn't matter which part of your body.”

As he beat inside her mercilessly, he took advantage of his moaning lips to push two of his long fingers into his mouth before pressing them on his tongue, then turning them in all directions. He brought them out shiny from the drool of the young woman lost in luxurious pleasure. He made sure to be on his elbow so as not to crush it before grabbing his jaw in his left hand to force him to ink his previously closed eyes in his family.

His crazy eyes greeted him with his same smirk. He took his two fingers shining from the young woman's saliva in her mouth making her hazelnuts wide open. He sucked them greedily between his lips as if it was his first meal in weeks. This vision, although strange made Linoa moan louder as she came loudly into her fifth orgasm. She hadn't even felt it coming. Quite the opposite of Seonghwa who had anticipated him even before she contracted around him.

He obviously did not stop his cattle blows. Rather, he pressed his two wet fingers against the young woman's clitoris before frantically stimulating him. The black's eyes filled with tears again. His pleasure was now far beyond his climax. It was a lot for her. His orgasm hadn't even come down when he attacked his pimple. This action had immediately created the preparation of a double orgasm. Linoa was already preparing psychologically to receive him. His eyes closed tightly as his moans became high-pitched cries.

But his pleasure, which had in the meantime skyrocketed, lost intensity. Her lover was still hammering her but he had put both hands on both sides of his head again with his face in the crook of his neck where he eagerly licked his sweat. This sudden descent gradually moved away her desired orgasm. Needy, she remembered how the Korean had done it and then passed her hand between their sweating bodies. Awkwardly, she tried to stimulate herself as he did. It was certainly not the same, but it was something.

Feeling his arm, Seonghwa sat up and his dark gaze immediately fell on his hand trying somehow to pursue what he had left behind. His eyebrows frowned with dissatisfaction. What was she playing? Was it the fifth wheel of the carriage? He grabbed his wrist firmly and pinned it above his head, causing it to moan in frustration.

“Why are you touching my pussy Linoa?!” he asked harshly. “Only me can touch her. Do you understand me?”

“Huh… But it's absurd-”

She didn't have time to finish her sentence, which she found herself on her stomach. A start escaped him from the sudden slap which he placed on his butt before he rushed up his pelvis. Thus, she was perfectly exposed to her goodwill. This new position created a warmth in the lower abdomen of the ebony. Despite her frustration, she always wanted it stronger. She was eager to see what he intended to do. She exhaled a loud moan as she felt a sharp blow.

“I'm going to fuck you so hard”, he said, grabbing her hips. Without greater ceremonies, the singer activated the destruction mode of his kidneys, hammering it twice as quickly. He took it from a new angle, which made her see unicorns in two seconds. She squealed smothered by the pillows under her face as he grumbled behind her.

“You want stimulation baby ”? he asked, passing his hand between his thighs. “Well look at me give it to you.”

Attaching the act to the word, her fingers rubbed relentlessly the bud of her lover who was moaning louder than she would have thought possible.

“I dreamed of taking you so much” he growled, feeling her contracting around him. “I imagined so many times fuck you again and again until your pussy carries the imprint of my cock indefinitely. But there Linoa is beyond all my expectations.”

Her fingers and tail giving her no respite, she quickly felt the almost lost knot tighten tightly in her lower abdomen. The free hand of her executioner grabbed her bun, pulling her back in a tight grip, so that she arched her back more while her hips, to everyone's surprise, redoubled their ardor.

“Does it feel good when I fuck you like that? hm linoa?” His deep voice questioned his ear after leaning over.

“Yes! Fuck yes seonghwa!!” she exclaimed hastily in a voice that was too high, making him hum in contentment. A more accessorized skilful pressure of her ruthless blows caused the orgasm, the most virulent of the evening, to explode, of the young woman. In a shrill cries she took advantage of her prolonged release by the brown's monster rod and her fingers against her clitoris. His screams, however, did not stop after a few minutes.

For good reason, the young man kissed her always with as much ardor without ceasing the frantic friction of her fingers on her clitoris. He made hoarse moans much less audible than those of the ebony.

“So happy with your stimulation little girl ?” he growled. “Or do you want more?” His hand pulled more on his bun until he put his head on his shoulder.

He made sure that his hoarse moans landed directly in the sweaty young woman's ear. The over-stimulation made the young woman cry for good. The great hand of the Korean grips his neck firmly, squeezing it without ever stopping to hammer it.

“S- Seonghwa”, she moaned with difficulty. “I can't take it anymore… Please… I'm tired” she whined.

She no longer knew where to turn her head between her violent thrusts, her fingers which gave her no respite, her virile sounds against her ear and holding her firm grip against her neck which sent her discharges throughout her body.

“Awn”, he said falsely compassionate. “My little princess needs to sleep?” asked his deep voice, his lips against his ear.

The young woman nodded frantically in the hope that he would stop. But everything she collected was a severe slap on her clitoris before the stimulation resumed even more. She had a very bad idea in wanting to accelerate her orgasm.

“Fuck Linoa!” he growled, feeling her tightly contract as if she wanted to swallow it.

It’s no surprise that she squirt again by over-stimulation in an unbearable cry to the human ear.

“Linoa Linoa”, he whispered in his ear without stopping his movements. “Look what you've done. You put it everywhere”, he added, lowering his hand from his neck to his left breast before pinching his nipple, which made it more difficult. “You want to make me want to eat you again, right ? ”The eyes of the concerned opened wide to what he had just said. He was literally dismantling it as much as his promise. She had lost her time for quite a while now. Her legs were shaking and wouldn't stand her anymore, but she knew it wasn't a loophole since he would be there to hold her in place. So she shook her head quickly to answer her question. She had the feeling that it could blow up at any time if she didn't answer him.

“…No… No Seonghwa… I’m sorry… My heart”, she said, passing her hand behind her to put it on her neck, hoping that her gesture and the nickname she had used would soften her. She felt a jerk of the young man at the same time as a shiver cover him.

His blows diminished their rhythm slightly and his fingers caressed her lasciviously along her slit. He suddenly became dependent on his touch and his attention. The young woman sighed at the little respite he offered her despite the fact that she is still moaning. The crazy sensations she felt gradually fell back.

The young brown let his head fall on his mistress's dark shoulder as his left arm passed around her in a desperate embrace. He took her with fervor but she could feel all the idolatry he was carrying her. His respite ended when the umpteenth orgasm of the evening approached. She was uttering desperately high cries, she didn't know how she went about not fainting with all that.

“Seonghwa!! Seonghwa I love you!!” She shouted as much because she was swept away by orgasm as it was true. Yes, he was manipulative and disturbed at the edges… just on the edges… but what could she be there. She loved him, it wasn't her choice. Whether she was called a Stockholm victim or a naive or even sick syndrome, she didn't care.

As she continued her enjoyment, her words got the better of the brown who was beaten by a violent orgasm that he had not seen coming. He growled against the neck of his reason for living, tightening his arm against her, determined not to let her go. He filled her with her hot charge as she continued her high in a long, high-pitched moan.

Slowly, he let their silhouettes run aground on Linoa's bed, then withdrew from her giving her all possible relief. He turned her in front of him and then covered their faces with the white cover below them. Their jerky breaths and shiny bodies testified to what was happening there was still a few seconds. The new solar rays, testifying to the new day, reflecting on Seonghwa's face gave him the appearance of a Greek god. His eyes shone with a thousand and one things.

“Linoa”, he whispered in a voice charged with emotion. Did-

“I love you Seonghwa”, she cut off after she came to her senses being perfectly aware of what she was saying. “Yes you did things that I don't like… But I can't help i-”

Seonghwa's lips landed in a caress on hers. He offered her a soft, deep kiss. He hadn't shown him his love in the best of ways and he was aware of it. He therefore hoped, through this kiss, to express to him all the veracity of his feelings. He loved her more than anything and he needed her to know.

“Marry me Linoa”, he said, detaching herself from her to look at her with a concentrating eyebrows.

The young woman looked at him confused, wondering if he was serious. She might be at risk, but she couldn't stop the audible laughter that escaped her. The singer was seized with a feeling of confusion and mixed pain.

“Listen Seonghwa”, she said, trying to calm down and creating a feeling of fear in her interlocutor. “It's a bit quick, isn't it? I don't know, ask me first to be your girlfriend?”

At the understanding of her last sentence, he did not understand why she said it was quick after five years of relationship. But he was happy despite everything and would take everything she gave him if it wasn't too long to relax. Glad she materializes their relationship in broad daylight, so he wouldn't complain anymore… for the moment.

“I love you dying my precious Linoa”, he whispered with his eyes closed as he fell asleep on the chest of the love of his life.

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Hope u liked it with my bad English.

[badfreakingair]

𝓐𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝓼𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓸𝓷 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓖𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓸𝓸

[cherryberry444]

7 days of christmas! | a luke castellan series

luke hates christmas. rhea loves it. what lengths will rhea go to to convince her longterm crush and best friend to not be such a grinch around the holidays?

or

in which luke & rhea go on a christmas vacation with their friends but unfortunately luke is not very excited because he doesn't care for the holidays very much. rhea makes it her mission to change his perspective on christmas by christmas day, but she only has a week to do so. she names it the 7 days of christmas and promises luke she'll succeed at changing his mind.

7 days playlist luke & rhea playlist

day 1

day 2

day 3

day 4

more to come!

[yoongiswiffey]

You're Not Going Anywhere Pt.1

Pairings: Min Yoongi x Poc Reader

A little Kim Taehyung x Poc Reader

Genre: Smut, possessive Yoongi, Club scene

Word count: 4,235

Tags: #yoongismut #yoongiambw #yoongixpocreader #ambw bts # Black reader

Summary: Y/n finds herself in a sticky position or many where she tried to play the game her way the only thing is she was doomed from the very beginning.

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        “What the absolute fuck!” Your best friend Melody shouts coming out of the bathroom putting in her earrings walking towards your closet.

“I know right,” I scoffed looking at her through the mirror of my vanity after I filled her in on the current situation. It’s our best friend's 21st birthday and the girls and I planned on going out and showing her a good time but Yoongi thought otherwise he thinks I should just stay home while he’ll be out with his friends clubbing. “Like who does he think he is telling me what and what not to do!” I say getting up walking towards Melody picking through my closet trying to find something that catches her eye.

“ Right it’s not even like you’re dating he’s such a hypocrite.” Melody rolls her eyes pulling out a tiny black dress with a rip down the side of the leg with a plunging neckline. “Oh my god babe I’m totally wearing this tonight.” she beams looking at it walking towards my bed rushing to put it on. I mean she’s not wrong Yoongi and I aren’t dating whatsoever we just fuck from time to time so I guess you can say we’re fuck buddies. Wanting to push that thought away I shake my head racking through my closet for the perfect dress.

“Y/n fuck him, we’re going to go out and have a bomb ass night.” Melody says walking over towards the mirror checking herself out with the dress on causing her to smile skipping back over to me hugging me from behind.

“ Let’s get you into a sexy ass dress and fuck shit up tonight, hell let’s get you some new dick.” she shakes her arms wiggling her eyebrows causing me to move with her laughing I shake my head then I find it the perfect dress pulling it out the closet Melody snatches it from me.

“Oh my god Y/n this dress is going to look so good on you.” she analyzed the dress I walked over towards her taking it back making my way over towards the mirror. “I know and you wanna know the catch babe” I smirk putting on the dress looking at the dress in the mirror it’s a little red sparkly tight dress really complimenting my skin tone with slits on both sides of the legs really showing off my curvy figure with spaghetti straps with a open neckline reaching just beneath my breast making the girls sit just right.

“Yoongi bought it.” I state turning my head towards Melody whose just staring at me she walks towards me hugging me looking into the mirror. “Have I ever told you how much I love you?” she smiles causing me to laugh, “ Love you too babe come on let’s go.” I walk over grabbing my black ankle strap heels which still does nothing to my 5’5 height.

“It’s going to be a good night” Melody sings songs which makes me laugh.

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After the short ride to the club we got in without any ease. It seems like everyone's eyes are on Melodys and I push it aside making our way towards our own booth seeing the birthday girl herself smiling as we embrace her. “Happy Birthday Momo.” I say stepping aside “Thank you guys for coming I’m so excited let’s get this thing started.” she cheers, throwing her hands in the air. We cheered with her, “Wait where are the drinks?” I say looking towards the table “I’ll be right back.” I smile, weaving my way through the thick crowd towards the bar finally making it. I wait in between patrons for the bartender to finish his current order. He looks up towards me.

“I’ll be with you in one moment, doll.” he nods towards me. I lean over the counter “Take your time..” I began pausing after searching his shirt for any sign of a name tag which he seems to take notice of. “Taehyung.” he provides, causing me to smile “Y/n, well take your time Taehyung” he counters a smile back finishing up his last order making his way over towards me wiping the counter in front of me.

“What can I get you Y/n?” he asks, leaning forward on the counter. “Can I get 12 shots of tequila?” I ask which causes him to glance behind me towards the obvious group watching me. He stares back down towards me grabbing the cups and a tray and begins cleaning a cup. “Special occasion?” He inquires looking back down towards me with a smile dancing on his face. “Yeah it’s my best friend Momo’s 21st birthday.” I beam turning around pointing to the one wearing a birthday sash and tiara them seeing your action they wave and smile with you returning the favor facing back towards Taehyung who then waves towards your friends you take the chance to really get a good look at him he’s wearing a black button down with the first three button undone with a chain dangling from his tanned neck. Taehyung was a really attractive guy. He seems to feel your stare which makes him look down towards you causing you to look away.

“Looks like you guys are gonna have a fun night.” he chuckles, pouring your drinks, “ Why don’t you go back to your girls I got it.” he says    while finishing up your drinks taking off his skirt apron placing it on the counter grabbing your tray walking from behind of the bar making his way towards the front where you stood.

“Taehyung you don’t have to, I got it you have more orders.” you try taking the tray away only for him to move it out of your reach glancing up towards him you notice he’s smirking down towards you, GOD you’d be lying if you didn’t think that was the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.

“I know I don’t have to but I want to and as for the orders I was actually supposed to be off 30 minutes ago.” he said nodding towards a guy putting on an apron starting to take orders “Jin was running a little late so I stayed back to help.” he says looking down towards where you stood you notice his eyes start to wander down your body slowly reaching there way back towards yours causing you to smirk. “Okay fine let's go.” you take his hand into yours pulling him through the thick crowd with him stopping the bodies from colliding with you making your way back to your table you catch eyes with Melody who smiles at you looking between you and Taehyung which cause you to shrug winking at your best friend.

“Guys this is Taehyung,” You announced, placing a hand on his chest he smiled slyly placing the tray of drinks down on the table. “Sorry for crashing your birthday party Momo.” he glanced at her as she blushed. “No that’s perfectly fine.” Melody damn near yells “I mean no it’s cool or whatever.” she says more quietly which causes you to laugh, catching Taehyungs attention. “Let’s get this night started.” you say grabbing a shot with everyone following your suit “ To Momo '' you all raise your glasses clinking them together downing the first shot of the night. As the night went on you noticed the girls dancing and having a good time. Taehyung and you have been getting to know each other really well. You found out that he’s really into art on a different level and fairly enjoys photography. As you go to spark up another conversation you hear an almost too familiar laugh from a booth not far from yours you glanced over and saw it. You see Yoongi there with another girl on his lap. Your eyes moved down towards his hand placed on her waist while the other nursed a glass of his preferred drink whiskey. Seeing this you scoffed thinking about how he told you not to go out only to see him here with his friends and another fucking girl on his lap, what pissed you off even more was how good he fucking looked. Wearing a deep red button down shirt with two or three of them undone with his black Armani blazer with his favorite chain plus the one YOU bought him you notice the girl grab it and your blood begins to boil. Melody followed your gaze more like your glare and noticed as well.

“What a fucking dick.” she crosses her arms then her eyes light up like how they do only when she has some plan. She turns to leave which you take the chance to take another shot you turn your attention towards Taehyung to find he’s already staring at you his lip caught between his teeth letting it fall, then you hear it your favorite song Body by: Summer Walker you know exactly what Melody is doing so you don’t even question it you place one perfectly manicured hand awfully high on his thigh while the other made it’s way into his flawlessly styled hair playing with it looking at it then down towards his eyes.

“Wanna dance.” you asked in a sultry voice  getting up placing your hands on his spread legs leaning foward giving him the perfect view of your breast which he slowly and shamelessly might I add gladly took the opportunity to look at taking his time before staring back into your eyes you noticed something changed in his and you know it all to well. Lust. “Lead the way babygirl.” he rasps  licking his bottom lip you smiled grabbing his hand pulling him up while he grabs another shot knocking it back before you head towards the dance floor on your way you noticed Melody by the Dj winking at you, you raised your eyebrows smirking, pulling Taehyung to a open part of the dance floor placing your hands on his chest and began to sway your hips staring up at him through your lashes which makes him grab your hips pulling you closer biting his lip letting out a scoff.

“God Y/n you’re killing me.” Taehyung chuckles, smiling down towards me, his large hands roaming my hips placing my arms around his neck playing with the nape of his hair. “Oh baby we can’t have that I won’t get to have any fun.” I pout winking at him smiling, turning around grinding my ass against his covered crouch with him quickly replacing his hand on the tops of my thighs. “Hmm kind of fun are you suggesting babygirl?” he leans down and whispers into my ear making butterflies stir up inside my stomach reaching a hand behind his head while the other is set on top of his hand placed on my thigh lifting my head towards his ear. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” I whisper back, taking his earlobe in between my lips, sucking it lightly, letting it go, licking it slightly while grinding back into him, which earns me a groan and a squeeze to my thighs.

“God Y/n.” he rasped which causes me to laugh feeling the stares of someone’s eyes on me I look up and if I wasn’t paying attention I would have missed it but I seen it in between the few heads I saw him staring me down, cup in hand standing taking a sip jaw clenching nose a flare. Now is my chance and I take it. Grinding back into Taehyung rolling my hips as we sway from side to side the sound of music plays through me.

I can’t tell you what it is

But you got me goin’ crazy

Sex with you is so amazin’

Ahh How, how long can you go, baby

Better last till my body’s sore ‘cause it crazy...

As the song plays on I pulled down Taehyungs head closer kissing him which he responds by kissing me back with such urgency pulling away I glance back up through my lashes and just like a ticking time bomb Yoongi exploded chugging the remainder of his glass clenching his jaw eyeing me down with the coldest stare I almost shivered, but not wanting to back down I did the one thing that came to mind and sent a kiss his way.  Having enough of the show he starts making his way towards Taehyung and I giving me a sudden wave of nervousness mixed with excitement as I continue to dance on Taehyung, on his way towards us Yoongi remains eye contact with me and God I think I’ve made the biggest mistake he’s fuming. In little then no time Yoongi is standing in front of us. I see him but I act like I can’t. “Y/n let’s go.” Yoongi says calmly, staring at Taehyungs hand on the inside of my thighs to anyone else that would have gone unnoticed but I saw the look in his eyes and the way his jaw was tight. Taehyung takes notice of someone in front of us.

“Who's your little friend baby?” Taehyung says looking up from the nook of my neck hearing the smirk in his voice I smirk a little, swallowing down all the nerves. “Tae baby this is Yoongi, Yoongi Taehyung.” you say noticing Yoongis slight almost unnoticeable grimace in calling Taehyung baby loving how your getting a rise out of him you decided to keep going Yoongi goes to open his mouth but you cut him off. “I’m actually thinking about going home with him he’s promised me a goodnight and it’s been a while since I’ve had a nice good fuck.” you pat the side of Taes neck softly, never breaking eye contact with Yoongi. “Isn’t that right Daddy?” You whispered towards the end gaining a look from Yoongi you can’t place. Jealously? Anger? Hurt? But as soon as it surfaced it’s gone again masked by a plain look of boredom.

Before Taehyung can open his mouth you’re snatched from his arm placed behind Yoongi. “Don’t you ever place your hands on my girl again.” Yoongi states, staring Taehyung down which causes him to chuckle. “Your girl if I remember correctly you were just coped up with some random girl?” Taehyung says slyly, diverting his attention back towards me tilting his head to enable to catch a glance of me behind Yoongi. “Y/n let’s get out of here Doll.” he says Yoongi not even giving you a chance to answer grabs your wrist pulling you in the direction of the doors following in suit trying to catch up with his long strides.

“You know where to find me doll when you need to get a real dicking down.” Taehyung calls out to your descending figure. When you both exit the club you’re finally able to pry Yoongis tight grip from your wrist. “Let me fucking go!” you push into his chest turning to leave only for Yoongi to grab your hand spinning you around. “Get in the car.” he states staring at you, you look at him in utter disbelief scoffing “No who the f-“ you started only for him to cut you off.

 “Y/N GET YOUR BRATTY ASS INTO THE CAR.” he says firmly yet calmly towering over you staring you down leaving no room for discussion seeing so you make your way towards his car getting in slamming the door while you’re at it. Soon after you hear him sliding in starting the car driving off, after sitting in complete silence for a while you decided to turn on the radio to cut the deafening silence you go to reach for it only before Yoongi grabs your hand placing it on your thigh returning it back onto the steering wheel only then you notice how hard he was actually gripping the wheel to the point his knuckles turned white. Realizing now you’re in deep shit you begin thinking of all your possible options going with the safest route.

“Baby I-“ you started only to be quickly hushed from a single glance from Yoongi turning around facing the window as you sadly accepted your inevitable doom.

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Sometime later when you finally make it to Yoongis house he pulls the car into the driveway shutting off the car, not taking his eyes off the steering wheel. “I want you in my room by the time I can even step foot a single foot in that house.” Yoongi states calmly which causes me to look at him trying to find a word to say but it's caught in my throat when he catches my eyes turning towards me. “Did I stutter?” he questions raising a brow to which I immediately open the door quickly making it towards his door pushing it open not even bothering to close it knowing he’s just a step behind me quickly making my way upstairs to his oh so familiar room I take my place in the middle of his bed and wait for the end of my life. A few minutes later I hear the door close followed by the slow ascending footsteps and just like that I’m just struck with all kinds of nerves looking down playing with the hem of my dress. Not being able to hear any more footsteps, I lift my head seeing Yoongi standing in the doorway walking into his room. My eyes follow him as he begins taking off his blazer.

“Did you have a good night Y/n?” Yoongi questions tossing his blazer on his bedside chair peering at me through his silver locs. I open my mouth to say something but my mouth feels so dry closing it swallowing once I try again still unable I opt towards a soft shaking of the head. Yoongi then starts to unbutton the cuffs on his sleeves and began to roll them up one by one “No you didn’t have a good night baby?” he questioned slightly tilting his head staring at you rolling up his other sleeve to his elbow “You seemed to have a fun night didn’t you Doll.” he practically spat out the pet name Taehyung called you “Yoongi ba-“ you started “You know what me too I also had a shitty night. Would you like to hear how Daddy’s night went?” he says placing his ring filled hands on the edge of the bed leaning forward staring into your eyes still not trusting your voice you nod earning a smirk from Yoongi “Use your words baby.” he says eyes never leaving yours waiting on an answer.

“Y-es.” you practically whisper earning a slight head tilt from the man in front of you “Yes?” he asked standing up walking over to his dresser taking off his favorite chain but leaving the one you bought him on. “Yes what?” he inquires staring at you through the mirror while placing his chain away, knowing what he means “Yes D-Daddy'' damn it all to hell why am I so nervous he accepts the answer with a nod of the head “My night was quite boring to be honest but then the weirdest thing happened two girls walked into the club and caught everybody’s attention.” he states causing you to go cold whipping your head up meeting his eyes he knew you were there the whole night yet you didn’t spot him till the end of the night. “I couldn’t care less you went out with your girls to have fun but do you know what did it for me?” he ask spinning around leaning against the dresser playing with the rings on his finger causing me to immediately take notice of the action quickly looking back into his eyes when he started talking. “Seeing my girl bringing a random to her section.” he scoffs lightly pushing himself off the dresser and begins unbuckling his belt walking towards the edge of the bed causing you to shift in your place. “Actually no what really did it for me was watching my girl playing with me.” he says looking up towards you while sliding the belt through the loops placing it into one of his hands leaning on the bed.

“No Yoongi I-i mean Daddy I-“ I started being cut off with the beckon of his fingers not wanting to make him wait I begin to crawl towards the end of the bed sitting on my knees in between his arms while one wields his belt face to face I wait for further instruction. My eyes bouncing back and forth up between his soft lips back to his eyes I begin squeezing my thighs tighter together. God I’m pathetic I practically just dug my own grave but I can’t get over how hot Yoongi is.

“No? You didn’t play with me?” he asked “You didn’t knowingly wear Daddy’s favorite dress to make me jealous? Oh or how about the part where Melody plays your song then you go off and dance with that guy.” he smiles letting go of the belt placing his hand on your thighs feeling the heat radiate off of him earns a shiver from you. “Come on baby you can’t tell me that’s just a mere coincidence.” he says standing up staring down towards you a smirk  dancing on his face tilting his head.

“Seeing as how you got to have fun and play games I think it’s only right Daddy gets to play some of his own don’t you babygirl?” he asks walking over towards his bedside chair taking a seat with spread legs never once taking his eyes off of you. “Yes sir.” you say in a cracked barely audible whisper.

“Then come here and get that pretty little mouth around Daddy’s cock.” he says with so much authority it made you scramble to hurry with the task at hand getting up you meet him at the chair kneeling between his legs staring at the rising tent in his pants practically begging to be freed from its confined space. “What are you waiting for?” he stares into your eyes snapping you out of the daze you were in you reach up to unbutton his pants letting the zipper fall giving somewhat more freedom for his manhood placing your manicured hands inside the band of his underwear you pull it halfway down in order to free his cock as soon as you pulled them down it immediately slapped his stomach making your mouth water glancing up towards him not wanting to make him wait anymore you take him into your hand slowly pumping him earning a slight grown from above scooting closer placing your elbows on his legs you lick a long strip on the underside of his cock leaving a shine, pumping him again in your hands you then take him into your mouth sucking the tip circling your tongue  around his head taking him further down into you mouth an utter groan comes from Yoongi causing you to squeeze your thighs together wanting to please him you decide to pick up the pace you start to bob you head faster taking him in with much more earnest while rotating your hands pumping him at the same time as more spit begins to develop you feel hands entangle their way into your hair guiding your head up and down Yoongi grabs your hands moving them off his manhood.

“Behind your back.” He states firmly slowly pulling your head off his cock with a slick pop sounding off the walls ``Yes sir” you say lips plump and red, he takes one hand from your hair gripping his cock placing it on your pouty lips smacking it a little harder than you anticipated “Open.” he says stroking his cock  a few times you let your mouth fall open tongue folding over your plum lips placing his cock in its rightful place he begins slowly guiding your head up and down his shaft picking up speed spit begins to form dripping down the sides of his cock only to be caught again by your mouth he begins facefucking you with him hitting the back of your throat your eyes begin to water all throughout the room sounds of squelching and his groans can only be heard.

“Fucking hell” he slightly chuckles thrusting his hips up into your mouth hitting your throat not being able to fully slide in, you then swallow letting him gain the passage he’s been wanting. “Good fucking girl such a good slut for Daddy hmm?” he questions pulling your hair back into a makeshift ponytail clearing your hair out the way so he could get a perfect view of his cock between your lips. Pulling you off his cock bringing you into a deep frenzied kiss standing you up stumbling your way over to the bed Yoongi unbuttons his shirt quickly ripping it off pushing you down onto the bed grabbing your legs pulling you towards the end of the bed ripping up your dress just past your waist his eyes goes dark.

“God Damn Y/n where the fuck are your panties” his eyes shoot up towards yours filled with an unexplainable look. Trying to find words to say you’re silenced by fingers slowly trailing your slit causing a soft gasp from you.

“I-I didnt wear any..” you state softly lifting your hips slightly following Yoongis receding hand.

[bonobochick]

April & Ethan’s wedding and HEA exit. 💍 ❤️

Chicago Med ep 8x09

[minkiluva]

POLAROIDS - TEASER

A GHETTO FLORIDA LOVE STORY

brought to you by

minkiluva

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Zuri, a reserved, independent black girl and her best friend, Danielle, fall in love with the same guy, Jung Wooyoung. Even with all of their differences and his bad qualities, Zuri couldn’t help but fall in love with him, alongside Danielle who was more similar to him. The duo was together since the early years of high school, so no one would ever expect a mere boy to have such an effect on their friendship.

Conflict emerged with past disputes with Wooyoung, and upcoming ones between Zuri and Danielle. Wooyoung couldn’t help but fall in love with Zuri himself and it made them inseparable. Although new love blossomed in Zuri’s life, he brought the messy situations that Zuri had always desperately avoided. The couple tried their best to make their way through all the problems and rivalries, connected by their love for cameras, her kitten, and each other.

Nothing could stop his love for her, despite all the secrets kept, rumors spread, and people hurt.

⋆.˚ ★— WELCOME TO POLAROIDS !

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𐔌🌴 𐦯 ⌗ ┆started august 3, 2024 ★ ₊ ˚⟡

!! WARNING !!

this story may contain

suggestive themes, cussing, the n-word, drugs, intense bullying, suicide, gangs, etc (i plan on making this the most gut wrenching shi ever)

this story is fictional and not to make you think the idols mentioned would act in any way similar to this. this was not made to disrespect anyone in any way.

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" POLAROIDS "

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[loveisfruitful]

Date night. 🥂

[luvyuki0]

Amber ── .✦Visuals.

✦ Summary: In which Esme and Hoseok fall in love but of course with love comes trouble especially when you're dating an idol.

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We made it to Hawaii!! ( vlog posted on yt🫶🏾)

Liked by its.jaz and 106,758 others

its.Jaz: Two pretty best friends 😍 ﹂rando: you sure bout two? ﹂its.Jaz: you tryna say sum cause I kno it ain't you Niya?? the one that got her ass beat two weeks ago talking bout us🤨

Random: who was the dude in your vid?? ﹂Rando: Who yoongi?? ﹂Random: noo the other dude ﹂Rando: ohh idk his voice sound mad familiar thoo

Random: Lived long enough to see her leave that bozo🙏🏾 ﹂Rando: WORDD

Random: When's the next upload??

Random: My man finally left this ugly ass bitch🤡🤢 ﹂Random: Girl your literally built like Rollie on a good day??

Random: Thank you for coming to yt!!

Random: I hope you have fun on your trip!!🫶🏾

A/N: Here are the visuals i was talking about! in the original on wattpad i took the thumbnail off cus i thought it was corny but imma just keep it cus i dont care🤷🏾‍♀️

[monstas1ut]

Reprisal

ARMIN ARLERT x black!reader

Summary

__ armin seemed to always get the shorter end of the stick when it came to.. well.. everything. however, a new opportunity showed up right in front of his eyes when his black!crush had a falling out with her bf. maybe armin wouldn’t have recorded himself fucking her dumb if her bf didn’t bully him through kindergarten to college…

Content

__ black!reader, female reader, dom!armin, risk, dirty talk, crying out of pleasure, big dick armin, size diff(you’re bigger, not taller), pussy fingering, recording/videotape, squirting,

__ brown skin can be dark, light, medium color.. whatever. brown is brown.. and it's gorgeous

Was it wrong for the blonde to admire how pretty those tears were? They fell over the russet color cheeks you possessed, showing no signs of stopping. The way your throat was closing up, your short breaths of helplessness never sounded so sweet. It was indeed wrong to think of your sadness as his victory, but Armin couldn’t help it.

That day, there was a twitch at the side of his lips that ached to smeer across his face, but Armin fought it. He wanted to smile so badly only because he knew he had gotten what he deserved. Armin could remember just how much his heart twanged and twisted when you started dating his own bully. There was no way he could catch up with you, not with his timid aura, his bulky glasses, and his attire.

Not to mention how geeky he was.

The posters in Armin’s room happened to be ‘women repellent’ as your boyfriend would call it. And Armin lacked any real style because his parent’s preferred him to wear button ups and slacks everyday. With his face stuck in books and his hand always holding some wooden pencil, he’d never have a girlfriend. Or, maybe those are just things your boyfriend packed in his head. Armin could’ve sworn he’d never have a girl to kiss, hug, or marry. That was another thing his bully preached to him.

But yet, his girlfriend was here in his geeky, woman repellent room filled with posters, books, and tiny machines. And your eyes were overflowing with desperate pleasuring tears.

And this time, Armin didn’t resist his tempting smirk.

The grey sheets of his bed had a formed wet spot that only largely grew over the orgasms. His lanky fingers were covered in that same wetness as his other hand held the device that witnessed the entire scene. As bad as it sounded, the both of you concluded that this was definitely something to be recorded. The way Armin understood your body so quickly and effortlessly, the way you’d already came over and over again. It’s been thirty minutes and the way Armin’s fingers wrinkled up from your wet hole made it even better. It felt so damn good.

“Armin~… I-… No more… Fuck~” your lustful voice made Armin’s cock hard. You in general made his cock hard. Your pretty face, your long eyelashes, glossy lips, your cute little two piece outfit. He would watch from afar how those skimpy cotton shorts matched the cropped top. It was white, and it made your skin flourish. Armin hated that your boyfriend had you all to himself.. but apparently that just wasn’t the case anymore.

“You said that a few minutes ago y/n but you’re still here with the wettest pussy ever…” you couldn’t see him because you had your e/c eyes closed from the slight embarrassment, but you could almost hear the cheeky smirk on his tongue. Armin was taller than you, but he was so puny at the same time. He was undoubtedly the nerdiest male in the school. He sucked at sports, wore glasses, kept his face in a book, and hated crowds. In his eyes, there was no way you’d fall in his arms, however that’s exactly what happened.

You and your boyfriend had a bit of a falling out, and Armin was in the hallway at the time. All you needed was some gentle care and you got exactly that… what he didn’t expect was for you to take it so much to heart. You didn’t let it go, and you even began staying around him more than you should.

Now you were spread on his bed and reaching another orgasm from just his fingers. How was he this experienced? You failed to understand, nor did you care right now. Your pussy was so achy that nothing made sense, only the sweet sensation of your insides being rubbed against.

“Right…Right there Armin.. ah-..shit.” Your moans were so pretty on camera, and Armin’s small chuckle added to the extreme hotness that displayed. “ I figured, I do understand your body more than you know..” Armin teased in a matter-of -fact type of manner. He wasn’t even surprised of the much louder moan that was released from you. He wasn’t even surprised by the way your pussy released the clear liquid on his fingers. It was fascinating how you squirted on his fingers, and the pure sound of it made him excited. That mixed with your whiny pleas were heaven sent, and it was obvious how much he loved it.

He moved his hand up to his mouth and eagerly licked up the juices that were dripping down from his fingers.

“Did that feel good? Cumming over and over again? Would you like me to bring you more pleasure?” Armin sounded like more of a cocky bastard than before, his head tilt only making you stare into his eyes with a type of hatred that meant nothing. You couldn’t hate him, right now you felt in love with him. Your pussy was in love with him, and his cock didn’t even make an appearance yet..

“Yes… Armin, please?” You whispered, almost begging with your eyes. The camera caught every emotion, every deep feeling from you which was going to anger your ex from head to toe. This video was going to break him, if not completely destroy him. It was the mere fact that you’ve done this with the boy he bullies, and the fact that he was much better at making you cum.

And the fact that his fucking dick was bigger.

The camera caught the undeniable lust from the both of you. Armin’s body only lacked his shirt while you were all spread out for everyone to see. Beautiful and brown with eyes begging for this nerd to absolutely slut you out.

“I’d like this position, just to show the camera how needy you are.” Armin muttered this to himself as he lifted you and moved you in the position of a reverse cowgirl. He was happily laid out with his blonde hair against his somewhat flat pillow. His hand kept a grip on the phone, pointing at your large, juicy brown ass that seemed to be overtaking his lower half. Armin was quite skinny, and your ass was far from that, as well as your thighs. So the picture was hot, just seeing how your thickness overlapped his body.

“Lean forward for me, pretty..” with another command, you leaned forward against his lower legs and your pussy opened up nicely for him and the camera. It was already nicely stretched from the constant use of his fingers. So, when Armin’s thick cock sprung out, it didn’t seem all that bad to imagine pushing inside of an insanely tight cunt.

“You are ethereal… an angel almost. That’s if you weren’t begging to be filled up.” With a tease, Armin let the camera capture his cock being slapped against your trembling lips. The scene captured his pc in the background, the screen projecting a computer game while a poster of Star Wars was up in front of you. Armin could already hear the wall punches coming from your ex’s room.. he couldn’t wait to send the video to him.. it excited the nerd so much that he had to be cocky about it…

Just once…

“Slip it inside yourself… see just how far a real cock can go.” Armin grumbled, knowing he was bigger than your ex. You indeed knew this too and his cock size kind of frightened you, but it made you wetter to think about. And without being a brat or being disobedient, you slowly grabbed Armin’s cock with a gentle hand before slowly aiming it towards your winking hole that was eager to be filled.

Your soft pants and moans didn’t go unrecognized as you slowly let his pink tip slip inside of you. The feeling was so overwhelming and it made your knees and arms all weak. Considering that, you were completely laying on Armin’s legs. His cock accidentally buried inside of you. It was so quick, but the feeling was undeniably strong.

“Fuckkk~… Y-You so fuckin big Armin~…”

It boosted his ego that he thought he never had, and he got it all on tape. The way you were starting to grind against him, the way you’d slightly lift your head to look back at him and the camera. All of it made him harder if that was even possible. “You love how it feels… You've never felt something as big as this in your pretty guts, now have you?” Armin asked teasingly as his hand moved to grip a handful of your ass cheek. He couldn’t help but make it jiggle and slap it with genuine love for it.

“No… no!… This the biggest dick I eva’ had…” you slurred, slowly beginning to rise your hips and drop them right back down. “Tell him that…” with a husky twang to his voice, Armin demanded you said this.. specifically towards your ex. His dominance really peeked through when saying those words, and you complied while slowly moving your lower body faster. Those musical juicy sounds started to get louder, and for some reason, Armin loved that even more than the skin slapping.

“Tell the camera.. how much better I am.. how much bigger I am than him… tell them, pretty..” Armin almost begged this, however it was overshadowed with his hostile dominance that made you tense up on his cock.. but those pretty cheeks didn’t stop jiggling on his pelvis.

“Armin~… y-your dick is-..fuck. Your dick is so much better than his… I love it so fucking much… I never felt Dick so far inside of me..” with a whiny tone, you moaned this out with struggle. The camera couldn’t help but catch the white precum on his cock, or that jiggling ass of yours that looked exactly like water. Your ass looked like you were suffocating Armin, but fuck could he tame it.

Smacking sounds came from exactly that, as well as your wet pussy being slammed against him. The rhythmic movements made it obvious it was good sex, and who knew Armin could take it? Who knew he was strong enough? This man could even keep the phone steady while being sucked in by your golden pussy. He was absolutely nerdy yet behind those glasses were dominant, lustful eyes that gained a hint of possession…

“That’s right, pretty… now surprise him by squirting on my cock.. he doesn’t even know you can do that..”

ⓒ Monstas1ut , Do not copy

[thevelvetpage]

“Beneath The Seoul Sky”

Two hearts. One city. A love that defies legacy and ambition.

Chapter 1: Arrival

The glass doors of Incheon International Airport parted with a soft whoosh, releasing Naomi Sinclair into the heart of a city she had only seen in K-dramas and stock images. The air was crisp—cooler than expected—and carried the sterile tang of jet fuel mixed with a delicate floral fragrance from the automatic diffusers embedded into the ceiling. The buzz of rolling suitcases, voices layered in multiple languages, and polished heels echoed against sleek marble floors. Everything felt fast, clean, and hyper-efficient.

Naomi’s black wool coat fit her like armor cinched at the waist with a belt that emphasized her hourglass figure. Her skin, a warm chestnut hue with golden undertones, glowed subtly beneath the soft airport lighting despite the exhaustion of a fourteen-hour flight. A sleek low bun kept her curls tucked away, and her edges lay with practiced precision. Deep burgundy lipstick clung to her full lips, untouched after hours of wear—like everything else about her, it held strong under pressure.

She moved through the arrivals gate with grace and quiet command, her carry-on trailing behind her with rhythmic clicks that matched the confident tap of her heeled ankle boots. Everything about her said poise, purpose, no-nonsense.

Two years. Just two years, she reminded herself, scanning the crowd with sharp, almond-shaped eyes framed by long lashes and subtle eyeliner. She wasn’t here to chase cherry blossoms or indulge in romantic daydreams beneath Seoul Tower. She was here for one reason: to set up her company’s first data operations branch overseas. Lead the team. Deliver results. And when it was all said and done, she returned to Miami with a VP title under her belt and a career that would silence every doubter.

No distractions. No detours. Just domination.

Her gaze landed on a man holding a white placard: SINCLAIR, NAOMI in crisp block letters. He stood out not just because of his height—easily over six feet—but because of how he stood. Impeccably straight, feet shoulder-width apart, the sign held level and steady in gloved hands. His dark gray overcoat hugged broad shoulders, and his jet-black hair was parted cleanly to one side, every strand obeying its place. His face looked like it had been carved from stone—sharp jawline, high cheekbones, and a mouth set in a line that didn’t look like it had smiled in years.

So that’s the infamous Kwon Him Chan, Naomi thought, hiding her smirk.

She approached, her steps unhurried, posture perfect. “Mr. Kwon?”

His eyes lifted, scanning her in one brief, unblinking sweep. They were dark, unreadable, sharp as obsidian. “Ms. Sinclair,” he said, voice low and even, like a well-calibrated machine.

Naomi extended her hand. “Nice to meet you.”

He paused—just a fraction too long—before accepting it. His grip was firm and professional, his palm warm through the thin leather of his gloves. No extra squeeze. No smile. No charm.

“I’ll take you to your apartment,” he said. “The office is ten minutes from there. You’ll meet the team tomorrow.”

No welcome. No. “How was your flight?” Just bullet points.

Naomi arched a brow. “Straight to business. I like it.”

He gave no reaction. Just turned on his heel and began walking toward the parking structure, expecting her to follow.

She rolled her eyes with a hint of amusement and trailed behind him. Ice King, indeed.

The sleek black Genesis sedan glided smoothly onto the expressway, the city unraveling before them in a blur of neon and snowfall. Naomi sat in the back, her head resting lightly against the leather seat, watching the city flicker to life. Seoul was already different from anywhere she’d ever been—futuristic but somehow intimate, every building humming with quiet energy. Streetlights turned the falling snow into gold dust. Signs in glowing hangul advertised things she didn’t yet understand but already wanted to.

Next to her, Kwon Him Chan drove like he did everything else—precisely. Hands at ten and two. Back straight. No wasted motion. The silence in the car was palpable, broken only by the soft hum of the heater and the occasional swipe of the windshield wipers.

Naomi cut a sideways glance at him. “You always this talkative?”

He didn’t flinch. “I prefer efficiency.”

Her lips curled. “So do I. But a little conversation wouldn’t kill you.”

Still nothing. Maybe the faintest twitch in his jaw. Maybe not.

She leaned back, arms crossed, boots crossed at the ankle. Okay, Mr. Ice King. Let’s see how long you last.

Her apartment exceeded expectations.

Minimalist in design, with clean white walls, light oak floors, and floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a sweeping view of the Han River. The skyline sparkled like it had been dusted with stars. The kitchen was compact but modern; the bathroom was outfitted with a bidet toilet that looked smarter than her old phone. There was even a sleek espresso machine perched on the counter—an olive branch, perhaps?

“I’ll send you the office itinerary for tomorrow,” Him Chan said from the doorway, a living post-it note in a tailored coat.

Naomi set her carry-on down with a soft thud and turned toward him. “Thanks. And… thank you for picking me up.”

He gave a curt nod. “We’ll see you at nine. Don’t be late.”

She tilted her head. “Do I look like someone who’s late?”

That gave him pause. He met her gaze squarely, his face still unreadable, but… something flickered there. A flicker she couldn’t quite place.

“We’ll see,” he said, then disappeared into the hallway.

The door clicked shut.

Naomi took a slow breath, removed her coat, and kicked off her heels in the entryway. The apartment was warm and quiet. She padded to the window and rested her hands on the glass, looking out over Seoul.

Bright. Cold. Beautiful.

She wasn’t here for romance. She wasn’t here for games. But as she stood there, watching the snowfall settle over a city that pulsed with life beneath her feet, she had the oddest feeling that Seoul wouldn’t play by her rules.

And neither, maybe, would she.

[badfreakingair]

This is what I imagine raising a child with Gong Yoo would look like. 

[cherryberry444]

imperfect harmony

chapter one

tags: @starshine145 @eternlmoonlight @tabbyolivar @whoscyan @loonaoffline

anastasia

anastasia walked into the conference room, worry and doubt filled her thoughts. of course no one could tell by the way she presented herself as calm, collected and incredibly sexy at all times. she strutted in her heels and mini skirt as she took her seat in the meeting, being the last one to arrive, of course.

“now that the princess has graced us with her presence, we can begin” stassie’s grandfather and head of her label, zeus announced, his voice booming throughout the room like thunder. which wasn't a shock considering who he was.

beside her sat her father and manager apollo, on the other side of her her brother, will and around the room some other people not important enough for her to mention. as well as her dancers and her fellow label members, the rock band scarlet 40 and their manager, hermes. what was this all about? she thought.

zeus began his monologue, saying a bunch of unnecessary shit that only sounded important because he was saying it and anastasia zoned out as she waited for the kicker. “......which is why your managers and i thought it’d be best for you all to do a joint tour.”

anastasia heard herself gasp before she could even process what she had just heard.

“a what? we’re not even the same genre!” percy, son of poseidon and keyboardist? of scarlet 40 voiced.

“and how did you guys come to the conclusion that that was a good idea?” annabeth, daughter of athena and dance crew for anastasia asked.

“y’all expect me to share the stage with her?” luke, son of hermes, lead singer and guitarist of scarlet 40 and forever a pain in stassie’s ass, added.

“please like i’d ever want to share the stage with you and your depressed, smelly fucking band” stas clapped back.

commotion began as everyone began to talk over each other before it was abruptly shut down.

“silence” zeus yelled and silent it became.

“this is what we’ve decided. stassie’s reaching her prime as an artist, she can easily sell out arenas. scarlet, with your failure to release your debut album until recently, you need all the help you can get in creating a solid and dedicated fan base. no matter how “indie” you think you are, the pop fans would surely increase your streams. you don’t want to be underground forever and you won’t, not with this plan.” zeus explained as sighs and eyerolls filled the room.

“scarlet will open for stassie, you’ll start rehearsals soon, you’ll share a tour bus, hell, you’ll share hotel rooms sometimes! complain about the budget when you can sell out shows without the pop princess’ help” he continued.

anastasia fluttered her eyes with pride. “you’re welcome” she said to luke with a wink.

“any objections?” zeus asked rhetorically, because everyone knew deep down what he was saying made sense.

“right” he said as papers to sign started getting passed around.

“further discussion will be held in future meetings this week” zeus concluded.

anastasia signed her name as she felt someone coming up behind her. “hey, just because i agree to this doesn’t mean i’ll bow down to you, princess.” luke whispered in her ear. she nearly physically reacted to his breath on her neck before keeping her composure and turning to look at him.

“are you still 17? cus what the fuck does that even mean, castellan?” she scoffed.

“it just means..don't get ahead of yourself, is all.” luke shrugs.

“threatening the hand that feeds you?”

“don’t think yourself so high and mighty, stas.”

“i am though.”

“good luck getting through this tour with that mindset.”

“good luck getting bitches with that leather jacket on 24/7.”

“oh i won’t be needing luck for that, augustine.” luke teased with a wink. her stomach churned at the use of her real name, as well as the wink.

“asshole,” she murmured.

“i’ll see you around” he said before nodding for the boys to follow him out.

stas groaned, why had the gods forsaken her?

next.

[mother2monsters]

Serendipity in Seoul pt. 23

Destiny descended from the rooftop with her pulse hammering against her ribs. Her fingers tightened around her phone as she walked briskly through the quiet halls of the hotel, slipping past the lobby with a practiced ease. The black car waiting outside was sleek and unassuming, tinted windows obscuring whoever was inside.

The moment she slid into the backseat, her phone buzzed.

Namjoon: Good girl.

Her breath caught at the words, simple but heavy with something she wasn’t ready to name. The driver said nothing, simply nodded at her through the rearview mirror before pulling into the empty Seoul streets. The hum of the engine was the only sound as the city lights blurred past, casting a kaleidoscope of golds and blues onto her skin.

She exhaled slowly, pressing the cool glass of the window against her temple. This was insane. She should have hesitated. She should have asked herself what she was walking into.

But she didn’t.

Because there was something about him. Something magnetic, something dangerous, something that made her feel like she was standing on the edge of something irreversible.

Another message.

Namjoon: You’re close.

She glanced up, realizing she was. Her heartbeat thudded in her ears as the car slowed, pulling up to a modern building tucked away from the main streets. A private entrance. Of course. He wasn’t taking any chances.

Destiny barely had time to step out before a door swung open, and there he was.

Namjoon stood in the dim light of the foyer, barefoot, sweatpants hanging low on his hips, a simple white t-shirt stretching across his chest. Hair slightly disheveled, glasses resting on his nose, like he hadn’t planned to be seen but had no intention of hiding, either.

God help her.

She swallowed, stepping forward as he gestured for her to enter. The moment she crossed the threshold, the door shut behind her with a quiet finality.

For a beat, neither of them spoke.

Then—

“You came.” His voice was lower than usual, almost cautious.

“You asked me to.”

A small smirk played on his lips. “I did.”

He took a step closer, and suddenly, the space between them felt suffocating. Her pulse thrummed as he studied her, the weight of his gaze trailing over her face, down the curve of her throat, lingering at her lips.

“You’re real,” he murmured, almost to himself. “You’re really here.”

Destiny let out a breathless laugh, trying to mask the way he was unraveling her just by looking. “You make it sound like I was a figment of your imagination.”

Namjoon tilted his head. “Maybe you were.”

Then he reached for her.

Fingers brushing her wrist first, barely a whisper of contact, before sliding up to her elbow, pulling her forward. Her breath hitched, but she didn’t stop him. She couldn’t. His touch was warm, grounding, the kind of touch that demanded surrender without a single word.

He exhaled sharply, his free hand lifting to cradle her jaw. “I’ve been thinking about this all night,” he admitted, voice raw. “Longer than that.”

Destiny swallowed, her pulse hammering against his palm. “Then do something about it.”

That was all it took.

Namjoon surged forward, capturing her lips in a kiss that was nothing like she expected. There was no hesitation, no uncertainty—just raw, unfiltered need. His hands tightened on her, pulling her flush against his body, and she gasped into his mouth, fingers curling into his shirt.

He groaned, deep and low, like he’d been holding back for far too long. One hand slid to her waist, gripping her like he was anchoring himself, like letting go wasn’t an option. Destiny felt herself melting, heat pooling low in her stomach as his tongue swept against hers, slow and deliberate, like he wanted to savor every second.

The world outside ceased to exist.

She barely registered him moving until her back hit the wall, his body pressing against hers, heat seeping through the thin layers of fabric separating them. He pulled away just enough to rest his forehead against hers, breaths mingling in the space between them.

“I knew this would feel like this,” he murmured. “I fucking knew it.”

Destiny bit her lip, still catching her breath. “Yeah?”

Namjoon chuckled, thumb tracing her lower lip. “Yeah.”

Silence stretched between them, but it wasn’t empty. It was heavy, thick with everything they weren’t saying.

Then, quietly, almost uncertainly, he asked, “Stay?”

Destiny knew what he was asking. It wasn’t just about the night.

And maybe she should have thought about it. Maybe she should have hesitated.

But instead, she just nodded.

Namjoon exhaled, relief flooding his features before he took her hand, leading her deeper into the quiet sanctuary of his home.

And she let him.

[bonobochick]

Ethan & April at the club. 🥰

Chicago Med, 8x05