Onyx: Unity

by J. S. Lee

  “Yes, please,” I told him.

  Jiwon might as well have turned into Superman with his laser hot stare. His middle finger rubbed at my clit, making me gasp, and then he withdrew his hand, stepping backwards. As my body arched up after him, he smirked. “When you end things, things like this go away.”

  “I get the point,” I told him through gritted teeth, irritated at my own body for showing how affected I was by him. I did get the point, and he was right, but that didn’t mean I wanted to give him all the power.

  “Good,” he said, stepping away from me. “Now, speaking of things going away, why don’t you do something about those clothes.”

  In several sharp movements, I had removed myself of my baseball jersey, shorts, and sneakers, tossing them to the side. The underwear stayed on. “Better?”

  “Not at all,” Jiwon fumed. He marched over, his body pushing me back against the door as his lips claimed mine with a possessive force which had me melting against him.

  The hell with it. He could have all the power he wanted.

  His hands slid under my butt, cupping me. As I wrapped my hands around his neck, I allowed him to scoop me up. I could feel his erection, but it wasn’t in the right place to allow me any gratification.

  Jiwon smiled against me, sliding his tongue out of my mouth, but nipping my lower lip between his teeth. When I arched myself back up against him, he moved, carrying me through the kitchen to the living area.

  With more gentleness than I was expecting he lowered me down onto the soft leather couch, finally resuming his kisses, his tongue consuming my mouth. Just as I was beginning to think I could kiss him all night, he rocked up against me, his cock, confined to his sweatpants, rubbing up against my core.

  I reached for the bottom of his shirt, tugging it up. Jiwon leaned back, pulling it off and flinging it to one side. He sat above me, and I let out a satisfied sigh as I stared at him. I wasn’t the only one who had spent the past few weeks working out. His abs were even more defined. I ran a hand over them, marveling at how smooth and hard they were, licking my lips before I could stop myself.

  “Like what you see, Katie?” he asked in a deep voice.

  My gaze flicked up to meet him and I shook my head. Before he could get too upset, I smiled. “I love it. Like I love you.”

  The smile Jiwon gave me was wide and white, and not something I had seen that often. Usually they were either coy or smirks. Both of which I loved, but this smile was devastating. I was glad it wasn’t shown often because it was the kind of smile which would have fans cursing him for being a bias-wrecker if he wasn’t already their bias.

  “I love you too, my Katie,” he informed me, still grinning like an idiot. He leaned forward, placing his lips against my collarbone, tracing the line with a combination of soft kisses and gentle sucks, all while his hands reached under me and undid the clasp on my bra. Continuing with the tender affection from his mouth, he eased the bra off me, allowing it to fall to the floor beside me.

  For a brief moment, I thought I had broken him.

  Jiwon had never been the soft and gentle type. He was firm and possessive, and frequently demanding and rough. But before I could become too concerned, his mouth had moved to my breasts. It latched around one of my nipples, then, with a hard suck, he bit down on it, just enough for the pain to make my toes curl into the leather beneath me. At the same time as the biting and the sucking, his tongue played with the sensitive tip.

  A stream of expletives, in several languages, left my mouth.

  My hands found his head, curling around the dark hair just behind his ears.

  His mouth moved to my other nipple, the dampness and the cool air making the now unattended one tighten. “Harder,” I begged as he repeated his previous actions. I looked down, catching Jiwon’s eye. There was a smirk as he bit harder, raising his head and tugging my nipple up with it.

  As I arched my back, moaning in pleasure, a hand traced down my stomach, slipping deftly under my panties, following the line to my center. My moan turned into a sharp inhalation of breath as, simultaneously, two fingers slipped inside of me, while his thumb rolled around my clit.

  “Fuck, Katie,” Jiwon groaned, releasing my nipple.

  “You keep saying that,” I somehow managed to tell him. “But-” I never finished the sentence as it turned into a high-pitched cry of pleasure. I let my legs fall open, eager for him to be inside me. I was craving that more than the foreplay.

  Thankfully, Jiwon got the message. At a speed that could have been record-breaking, both my panties and his pants were removed. Unlike the care that had been taken with my bra, these were launched away from us.

  Urgency seemed to take over Jiwon. I barely had time to marvel his cock before it was pushing up against my opening. As Jiwon leaned forward to meet my lips with his, he thrust himself in, his cock filling me.

  I had missed this.

  Still deep inside me, Jiwon pulled back, lifting a leg so that he could come in behind me. Propped up on an elbow, my leg over his shoulder, he stared down at me as he started thrusting into me, hard, but in a steady rhythm.

  My fingernails dug into the couch as I moved with him, finding a rhythm as his movements became harder. My breathing became shallower – until his fingers found their way back to my clit. At which point I almost stopped breathing altogether. “Come for me, Katie,” he said. His tone was direct: instructions, not a request.

  “Harder,” I gasped.

  There was a brief chuckle, then Jiwon’s mouth dipped to the curve of my neck. As he sucked at the sensitive area, without warning, he flipped me over. On my knees, clutching at the arm of the couch, his hands gripped my hips and my request was granted, the thrusts becoming deeper.

  My forehead dropped to my hands; my cries being muffled by the couch as my orgasm hit me.

  Jiwon didn’t let up. If anything, his movements became faster. It was all I could do to repeat his name into the leather beneath me.

  Finally, he slowed, and I felt him come, hot, hard, deep inside me.

  All of a sudden, there was a beeping as someone started tapping in the keycode for the front door.

  “Shit!” Jiwon hissed.

  제 2 장

  Play It Cool

  “Don’t come in!” I screeched as Jiwon dropped down beside me, hiding behind the back of the couch. The layout of the apartment meant that the couch offered some protection from someone seeing who was on it until they took about four paces into the kitchen.

  “Why?” Holly asked as she started to walk in. She stopped suddenly as my head, red, sweaty, and probably with hair stuck up at awkward angles, popped up from behind the couch. “What are you doing?” She frowned. “Are you naked?”

  “What do you think I could possibly be doing naked?” I asked her, slightly mortified at myself, but knowing I’d rather let her think I’d been having a little ‘Kate time’ than sex with a guy, when the last person that guy should be with, was me.

  “What do you…?” There was the briefest moment of confusion and then, with her cheeks going red, a flustered Holly clamped her hands over her eyes. “Oh, gross, Kate! That’s my couch. If you need to get yourself off, at least do it in your own room!” She whirled around and marched to the door. “I’m going back out and when I come back in, you’d best be dressed. Ew!” There was more cursing and finally the door shut behind her.

  I flopped back on the couch, turning my head to Jiwon. He was staring at me in bewilderment. “That gives a whole new meaning to taking one for the team.”

  “But now what? If Holly finds you here, she will probably kill you.”

  Jiwon leaned over, his hand gently turning his head to me before he kissed me. Hard. Brief. Possessive. “Worth it,” he breathed as he pulled back. Then, with surprising grace, he vaulted his naked ass over me, scooped up his clothes, and ran towards a bedroom door.

  “That’s Holly’s room!” I hissed. At the last moment, he swerved off towards my room.

  Wit
h my heart beating wildly in my chest, I glanced around, looking for my clothes. “Why do people throw them around during sex?” I asked the now empty room.

  My bra was by my feet and I hurriedly pulled it on. My panties, just off to one side, were grabbed and I started to pull them on as I darted over to the kitchen, trying not to trip over myself. The shorts were in the middle of the floor, and the baseball jersey was hanging off the kimchi refrigerator (Holly’s kitchen had two refrigerators – a big double doored one I recognized, and a smaller one. When I’d questioned it, she had told me it was for kimchi).

  I’d just managed to get all my clothes back on when the door opened a crack. “I’m coming back in,” Holly called. “Please, for the love of anything holy, please have clothes on.”

  I moved over and pulled the door open, finding her standing behind it with her eyes tightly shut. “Dude, you’re such a prude,” I told her.

  Holly cracked an eye open. “I’m dating six guys, so no, not really. And much as I love you, I really don’t want to walk into my own apartment and find you getting your freak on, on my brand-new couch.” She shuddered and walked into her apartment.

  “Sorry… it’s just there’s not much to do and…” I trailed off as Holly turned and gave me an incredulous look. I held my hands up and gave her a sheepish shrug. Jiwon owed me big time for this.

  “Gross,” Holly muttered with another shudder.

  “Why are you here?”

  “You mean, besides this being my apartment?”

  I nodded. “You’ve been so busy that I wasn’t expecting to see you until I went to Atlantis. Plus, I was due to come in soon anyway.”

  “I needed some fresh air,” she said, but refused to look at me.

  “Uh huh…” I stared at her until she looked at me, and I arched an eyebrow.

  “Fine,” she said, folding her arms. “I came back because I needed more underwear because Dante refused to give the damn things back. Again. Now, stop judging me and go do what you need to so that we can get to Atlantis for this meeting.”

  Unlike Holly, I found that hilarious. I still couldn’t believe that Holly Lee, my reserved friend from college (until she had been drinking), was dating H3RO. The fact she had been doing the dirty at work made me happy, because my best friend deserved to not only be happy, but to have a lot of sex. But also, the fact she was having sex in her office, with Dante, and his kink was stealing her underwear? “I’m going to get changed and then we can go,” I told her, quickly running to my room before I burst out laughing.

  I sobered up quickly when I realized that Jiwon was in my room.

  Somewhere in my room…

  I bent over and peered under the bed. Seeing he wasn’t there, I hurried over to the closet. “Hiding in the closet, Jiwon?” I asked, amused, finding him behind the few items of clothing in there.

  “Has she gone?” he asked, peering over my shoulder. He’d managed to dress himself while I had been talking to Holly.

  “Nope. She came by to pick something up.” I tried hard not to smirk at that. I failed. “And we’re heading into Atlantis.”

  “What about me?”

  I raised my hands in the universal ‘how the fuck should I know’ gesture. “You can get a ride with us if you like?”

  Jiwon’s mouth settled into a thin line. He held up a hand, fingers slightly parted. “Five,” he stated in a low tone.

  “What happened with one through four?”

  Jiwon’s eyes narrowed. “You trying to go to Atlantis; leaving your underwear on; that trick with Holly; the comment about the closet; that.” He listed them all calmly, checking them off with a finger.

  “I’ll leave you in the closet, then,” I said, stepping back to close the door on him.

  “Six!”

  Biting my lip, trying not to get excited, I hurried to the bathroom to clean up.

  Thankfully, I had left the clothes I had chosen to go to Atlantis in, laid out on the bed. I didn’t have time for another shower, but I did manage to clean myself up to not feel icky at putting fresh clothes on.

  When I walked out of my bedroom, I found Holly waiting for me, leaning against the back of the wall, watching my door. “Hi,” I said.

  “Hi,” she returned in a tone far too casual for my liking.

  “Are you OK?” I asked, carefully.

  She slowly nodded her head. “Yup. Shall we go?”

  I loved her, but she was weird sometimes.

  I followed her down to the parking garage below the apartment building. Her Range Rover – a guilt gift from her father – was parked in her assigned spot. We drove without conversation for a while. I spent most of the time holding onto my backpack like it was the most delicate thing, staring absently out of the window, before I realized that we had been listening to the same three girl group songs on repeat for a while.

  “What is this?” I asked, confused.

  Holly glanced over, seeing me pointing at the stereo, and hit the controls on the steering wheel to change the track. “Oh, sorry.”

  “It wasn’t bad,” I shrugged. “I was just curious why you had it on repeat?”

  “Because it wasn’t great?” she asked.

  “I mean, girl groups in K-pop aren’t my thing, so I’m not sure I can comment effectively.”

  Holly let out a long sigh. “No, it’s OK; it’s not great. They’re the tracks for Glitter. They’re a group I want to debut soon, but…”

  “But?” I pressed.

  “Well you heard them: they’re not great. I mean, it’s OK,” she repeated. “The girls can sing, but there’s something missing and I can’t quite put my finger on it. I’m supposed to make a decision about them at the end of the month. That’s an almost finished mini album.” She sighed again. “I don’t think they’re ready.”

  “Is this what has been keeping you busy?” I asked her.

  Holly shot me a sideways glance. “Kate, you and Onyx have kept me busy. H3RO have kept me busy. My evil-demon-spawn half-brother who isn’t even in the damn country has been keeping me busy. B.W.B.B, with four out of five of them enlisted, have kept me busy. Trying to create a new male supergroup with four separate pre-debut units with a dozen trainees to wrangle has been keeping me busy. Don’t get me started on the actors at Atlantis… Glitter are just another thing on the list.”

  I gaped at her. “How are you still standing?”

  “Regular IV drips of caffeine.”

  “Sex works just as well,” I said with a mischievous grin.

  Beside me, pink rushed to Holly’s cheeks again. “You’re not wrong,” she agreed. She leaned her head back against the headrest and pulled a face. “I never thought I would say this, but I miss essays, assignments and tests.”

  “What kind of sex are you having?” I asked. “Because if that’s how you feel, it’s not the right kind and I’m just gonna say it, but I’m really disappointed in H3RO right now.”

  Holly, without taking her eyes off the road, held a hand up and flipped me the bird. “There is nothing wrong with the sex, thank you very much. I meant that student life, where I spent four years majoring in something which has done fuck all to help me in my job, was much easier than adulting in a company where I am suddenly responsible for so many idols.” She lowered her hand, and, while waiting for the barriers to the Atlantis parking lot to rise, she turned to look at me. “Sometimes, I just wish I could hit pause.”

  When the light turned green, she drove inside and parked. We walked to the underground entrance, taking the elevator up to the floor her office lived on.

  I loved Holly’s office. She had told me several times that her brother had a better office, but she still refused to move into it even though he was in China and unlikely to be returning any time soon.

  The best part of it today, was that Youngbin, Xiao, MinMin, and CX were in it, waiting for us. I got the most beautiful smiles off all of them, before they quickly realized that Holly was with me and gave her a respectful bow.

  I d
idn’t need to do that. As soon as I had closed the door behind me, I bounded over to my guys, launching myself at them. The hell with formalities; I had been away from them for too long.

  Xiao was the closest and I wrapped my arms around him, inhaling his scent. He smelled of almost nothing but the lightest hint of soap. Thick, muscular arms hugged me back. “I missed you my tai hau,” he murmured into my neck.

  I turned my head to allow my lips to meet his. He had a way of kissing me which made me want to melt against him.

  Just before I clung onto him, he stepped back, allowing MinMin to replace him. “No crutches,” I said, grinning at the sight. He’d been discharged with the walking aids and had cursed them out regularly. “You didn’t tell me that before.”

  “I wanted to surprise you,” he responded. He broke eye contact to look over my shoulder – presumably to see where Holly was – and then gave me a mischievous smile. “You have a promise to keep, Kateniss.” MinMin leaned in, his hands snaking behind my neck as he kissed me. He may have been conscious of the Vice Chairwoman being in the same room, but he didn’t kiss me like he cared.

  When he got my toes curling in my sneakers, I was the one who pushed him away. “Maybe now is not the best time to make good on that promise,” I told him. I was fairly certain Holly wouldn’t be forgiving me for my earlier actions, even if she wasn’t completely aware of what she walked in on.

  When I turned, I found her perched on the edge of her desk, looking at her phone. Given the way her eyebrow was disappearing into her bangs and her lips were pursed, she was completely aware of the conversation and didn’t want a repeat performance.

  Or almost performance.

  When I turned back, MinMin had stepped back, leaving me with a clear view of Onyx’s maknae, and Onyx’s leader. CX was just to the side of Youngbin, his fists clenched as he seemed to be restraining himself from stepping forward before his hyung. He was the newest member of the group, so I was sure it was still partly an element of that, but CX was also naturally respectful to his leader anyway.