Miss Liu~
Title: Miss Liu.
Author: igmyeongcheonsa
Pairing: KryBer, KrisBer, Side!KrisBaek, BFF!TaoBer, BFF!KrisHan
Rating: NC-17... Most likely.
Legnth: 3,012 words
Companion Fic: Focus.
A/N: All right. So, it just worked out that I wanted to add something to the TaoBer things I have worked on already.This came out under the inspiration of Panic! At the Disco's "Miss Jackson." I love that song like you wouldn't understand. I really think that this fic will be so much better if you listen to that while you read.
Summary: Kris remembers the day. It's one that he won't forget.
There was something about her that he couldn’t turn away from. Even to this day, there’s something about her that fills his veins and clouds his vision. Whatever grew inside of him started on that very first day he saw her, even though he didn’t know anything about her. Kris couldn’t tell anyone what it is about her that he wanted then or now. All he can do is tell the story.
~~~
Amber’s fingers brushed the edges of her blonde locks away from her eyes, lining them up at a slant across her brow. She didn’t bother with tugging the bottom hem of her little black dress down more although she really wanted to. She scanned the crowd for one particular face, her strapped stilettos hitting the black tile of the club flooring in a set rhythm. She found just who she was looking for by the time she reached the other side of the bar, leaning against the wall and waiting for them to come to her. She knew they would. They were a bold being and had this way of attracting everyone’s eyes. She didn’t want to be that kind of person. She didn’t need that kind of attention. But it helped when her target had that egotistic, narcissistic personality.
The girl made her way over. Amber gave a quick nonchalant once-over of the tall girl. Her hair was a dark red, or so it appeared under the lighting above head. Some flashes of the strobe lights made it appear pink and some even made it look brown or black. All Amber could be sure of was that the girl’s hair reached past her breasts and probably to the middle of her back. It was straight; none pulled back and no curls.
Just a bit was tucked behind her ear, exposing the length of her neck. The pale skin seemed to sparkle. Amber was sure it was some type of body glitter she’d applied. It reflected the color of her hair and spread across her shoulders and collarbones, whatever skin was left bare above the line of her gold sequined tube dress. Long legs that seemed to go one for miles let down to manicured toes peeking out of a pair of white strapped pumps, balancing on a heel so thin that a pencil would be jealous. The young woman’s toes were just as glittery and gold as the rest of her.
Said girl let out a noise of disapproval and Amber dragged her gaze back up, raising a brow and waiting for her to say or do something. She did both. The red-head leaned in close and pressed Amber’s back tight against the wall.
“I’m Soojung, but everyone calls me Krystal,” she greeted, her eyes set in a firm glare.
“I bet you’re the infamous ‘K’ that I’ve been hearing about,” Amber taunted, knowing very well what she was getting herself into.
“They’d better be only good things.”
“I couldn’t say. What’s your definition of bad?”
“Bad is what I do best,” Krystal pressed her thin frame against Amber’s, hands on the blonde’s hips while their lips danced with each other.
Amber was getting just where she wanted. She followed Krystal to one of the back rooms, glancing around. Her attention back on the girl just before the door closed behind her. Those long arms circled around her waist and lips smoothed over her shoulder. Amber let herself fall into the feeling for the time being, gripping Krystal’s wrist and guiding her hand down to the bottom of her dress. She smirked as the thin fingers gripped her thigh. She pulled her dress up higher and spread her legs a little, that hand following all too easily and tracing over her womanhood through her silk panties. In the back of Amber’s head, she recalled all that fussing she’d done back at home with herself about all the details of her costume for the evening. Now, she was definitely pleased she’d gone with her instincts.
Amber’s back was suddenly to the sheets of the lone bed in the room. Her dress slid up enough to show Krystal her stomach at this point, the latter tugging at the zippers across the other’s chest and dipping her head down to flick her tongue over both nipples the second they were exposed. Amber bit her lip, the warmth of that tongue shooting straight between her legs. Krystal pulled the blonde’s dress off the rest of the way and then straddled her waist, cupping her breasts and pressing her thumbs down on the little nubs at their centers. She rubbed them in slow circles until they hardened.
She could tell the girl under her was fighting to let out any sounds and whined, tugging on the nubs between her fingers, “Come on~ It’s no fun if you keep quiet.”
“Then, see if you can get me louder,” Amber flipped them, dropping Krystal back to the sheets and staying between her legs.
She got the younger girl’s dress off and grinned at the fact that there was no resemblance of underwear underneath. She immediately dipped her head, only aiming for thighs at the moment. She colored the pale skin to a bright red with soft nips and gentle kisses. By the time she’d reached the source of heat between them, there were fingers in her hair and pleas to stop the teasing. Amber’s tongue traced the lips, already faintly glistening with the juices seeping from between them. Krystal tightened her grip on her hair, encouraging the older girl to continue.
Amber soon had her leaking on her tongue and over her fingers, scissoring two of them in the slick heat while her lips enclosed around the clit, flicking the nub with her tongue until she caved to the urge to suck on it. A heel pressed into her shoulder and soon the other, the hips of the redhead circling down against her. Amber let her and continued working the girl into a wreck with her slow pace until she was begged for more. Eventually, Amber gave her what she wanted and it wasn’t too long after that that she felt thighs pressing into the sides of her head, the ankles near her nape now crossed and pressing between her shoulder blades. The tugging on her hair grew harder and she moaned into the pussy spilling its release onto her fingers and into her palm, causing a loud, wet slapping sound.
“I want more,” Krystal breathed out, once she had gotten herself together.
Amber sucked her fingers clean and kissed up her body, “My pleasure~”
This routine happened for the next couple of weeks. Krystal had begun to search for her she realized. Whenever she walked in, one skimpy black dress after another with the same strapped heels, Krystal was searching through the crowd or standing at the same wall, just waiting.
This would be the night though. Amber’s dress was red and looked as if it had been wrapped around her by hand. Her heels were gold and hit the same rhythm against the floor as she reached their infamous meeting spot. Krystal smiled wide, like a kid knowing they were getting a treat. Amber let their fingers intertwine as she followed her to their room in the back.
Things started off as they usually did, with kissing and roaming touched. Amber got the redhead on her back on the bed. Krystal looked a mess already, her hair splayed about the white pillows, her lips stick not as dark as it had been and smeared just a bit to edges of her lips.
Her dress was white like the sheets under her. It was a beautiful sight with the way the red contrasted with all the white and the cream color of
her skin.
Amber said nothing as she stood at the foot of the bed, tugging her dress up inch by inch. Krystal whined, which signaled just how impatient she was becoming. The blonde smirked and slipped her gun out from under her dress, a small, all-black device with a silencer on it. The younger girl got in one breath before the bullet through her chest took the next one from her. The red spilled out and colored her dress and the sheets.
Amber slipped her gun back in its place and fixed her dress, slipping out of the room and closing the door behind her. She found Luhan near the bar and whispered in his ear what had just gone down, informing him to just wrap her body in the sheets and leave her in the storage room. She was going to be sending someone within the next ten minutes for pickup. The older male nodded once and headed off to do just what she asked. She bought a drink from the bar and downed it in one go before taking her leave.
Kris’ eyes followed her until she was out of sight, the pouting and wasted Baekhyun in his lap tugging at his shirt to get his attention back.
“Who was that,” Kris asked, looking up at him while his thumbs rubbed circles into the other’s hips.
“Her name is Amber. She’s bad luck for every single one of her targets, but she’s really nice,” Baekhyun smiled, trying to get a kiss out of the taller gentleman only to whine and wiggle when he was denied.
Baekhyun bit his lip and then stole a kiss. He was sure that Kris could feel how his manhood was seriously straining to stay hidden behind his mini-skirt. Usually, he wouldn’t be bothering Kris, but he had been needy all week and knew the older was coming back in town from another one of his business trips. He was going to take advantage of the opportunity, and he knew how much Kris liked when he cross-dressed.
“I’ll help you, Baekhyun-ah,” he grinned and the younger bounced in his lap.
Soon, he was being pulled to somewhere more private. He caught a glimpse of what Luhan was doing and glanced down at Baekhyun.
“Go get ready and wait for me,” he commanded, leaning down and kissing him deep enough to make his knees weak, which was obvious in the way he walked away.
Kris smiled to himself and went back to the room where Luhan was, leaning against the doorpost and stuffing his hands in his pockets, “Need a hand?”
Luhan jumped and his round eyes widened. He smiled uneasily but nodded and Kris helped him get the body in the sheets.
“How often does the girl that did this come here?”
“Amber? Once in a while she’ll stop by, for work or just to clear her head. It’s usually to relax,” Luhan paused to open the door to the storage room for Kris to set the body down in, “Why? Don’t tell me you’re interested, Mr. Wu.”
“I’ll let you know after I meet her for myself.”
Luhan laughed and shook his head, “Just don’t get yourself killed.”
~~~
Only a few days had gone by before Amber was showing her face in the club again. Kris was thankful because he would be leaving at the end of the week. She was sitting at the bar in a dark blue tartan printed shirt, hanging loosely over a pair of black cropped sweatpants. She was in spiked boots with a backpack that seemed to match as she took a seat at the bar.
Kris was in his usual seat in the lounge area. He had a clear view as always of who came in and out and who stayed at the bar. He slid his hands into the pockets of his dress pants as he walks over to her, leaning over her shoulder and ordering a drink. She didn’t flinch or even look up. He took the empty seat next to her.
“I like your backpack,” he stated lamely with the same lame grin. He knew how stupid it sounded, but it was one way to strike up a conversation.
“Thanks,” she replied quickly, still not bothering to glance up at him.
He could have sworn that Baekhyun had said she was nice but it just dawned on him that it’s really hard for anyone to be mean to him. He
groaned in irritation at the fact that that hadn’t connected before. Luhan had simply warned him. That should’ve been enough right there.
Amber looked over at him now, “What’s so funny?” She asked softly. Her voice had a nice, distinct ring to it.
“I was told that I should probably be careful with you is all but I was also told that you were really nice, so I’m trying to figure out how to handle this.”
She smiled warmly and turned to face him, holding out her hand, “Well, my name is Amber. We can start with that.”
He nodded and firmly shook her hand, “I’m Kris.”
“How can I help you, Kris?”
“Care to just spend the rest of your evening with me?”
“What would that entail?”
“Depends on how far you want to go.”
“Get me a little more drunk and you can take me to bed. I need both.”
“I’ll take care of you,” he smiled and so did she.
Kris was admittedly impressed with the strength of her drinks. She took them down better than he did, but she didn’t seem like an alcoholic,
“Damn, you’re good.”
“I’ve had practice,” she laughed. It was an infectious sound that made him laugh, too. Then again, they were both decently drunk now.
Without a word, he interrupted their laughing fits by pulling her away from the bar, muttering for the bartender to put it all on his tab. They stumbled a bit and kissed all the way to the private rooms. She was stripped down to her underwear by the time the backs of her knees hit the edge of the bed. He went back to close the door and she sat up near the head of the bed waiting for him. He moved quickly, suit jacket and dress shirt on the floor halfway to his destination. When he reached the foot of the bed, he let his knees fall to the bed and he crawled up until he deemed it far enough, gripping her ankles and pulled her down to him. She smiled up at him and pulled him down for a kiss with her fingers pressed into his nape.
Things always tend to move fast in the heat of the moment and it didn’t take too long for him to be down to his boxers. The rest of their clothes were completely gone in the next moment. Amber had no hesitation in sucking his length and getting him nice and coated with her mouth. Kris’ groans and hisses were all the approval she needed to know that she was doing a good job. She straddled his hips and let the blunt head of his cock slip past her walls, a soft moan passing her lips. He groaned at the tightness and the heat and laid his large hands on her hips, fingers pressing into her skin enough to leave marks. He watched closely as she lifted and dropped herself, letting his hands roam her skin as her hips worked. He traced up her spine and enjoyed the way her back curved. He let her do as she pleased until he could tell she was close and getting tired. He kept her on top of him, holding her hips and thrusting up sharply into her.
Kris groaned deeply when he got her where he wanted her, her walls clinging tightly to him and thoroughly coating his length, some of it spilling onto his abs and thighs. He found his release not too long after her and relaxed back into the sheets, her head on his chest and their sweat keeping them together.
He hadn’t even realized he’d fallen asleep, but she was gone when he awoke with no trace of her. He smiled to himself and got himself dressed and headed to the bathroom to clean himself up some. He soon found himself at the bar ordering a drink to take back to his lounge, his tall and familiar figure catching the club owner’s attention. Luhan gave a hard enough slap on the back as a greeting. Kris leaned up from the edge of the bar and stood up.
“Did you enjoy yourself,” the shorter man questioned with a knowing grin.
Kris nodded and chuckled, “Yeah, she’s a good time. No matter how dangerous you think she might be.”
“She is dangerous. I know her very well,” Luhan smiled, “But I’m glad you think that. She told me to tell you that you’re welcome to look for her again. She’d enjoy it.”
“I’m glad I’m friends with you.”
“You’d better. Now, pay your tab. I’m not waiting until you get back in town again.”
~~~
“Jie jie smells like sex, Pastry,” Tao whined teasingly to the kitten in his lap, “Again~”
Amber groaned and got off the couch, throwing a pillow to the opposite end of the couch and successfully hitting his head. She smiled and headed to the bathroom, “I’ll wash it off. I’ll wash it off.”
“What’s this one’s name,” he asked, angering Pastry as he stood up and she slid to the floor. He whimpered and hurried to follow after the older girl when his ankle was clawed.
“Kris. His last name is Wu from what Luhan tells me,” she glanced back over her shoulder at him, deciding to get the first aid kit and help her didi before hopping in the shower.
“…Locked in,” he smiled, satisfied with himself and she cleaned the open wound Pastry left him.
“Don’t go harassing him,” she laughed, shaking her head and putting everything back in the case.
He smiled innocently, “I know better. I just have to keep an eye for you like you do for me.”
“I know, I know,” she smiled back and shooed him out, starting the shower.
Author: igmyeongcheonsa
Pairing: KryBer, KrisBer, Side!KrisBaek, BFF!TaoBer, BFF!KrisHan
Rating: NC-17... Most likely.
Legnth: 3,012 words
Companion Fic: Focus.
A/N: All right. So, it just worked out that I wanted to add something to the TaoBer things I have worked on already.This came out under the inspiration of Panic! At the Disco's "Miss Jackson." I love that song like you wouldn't understand. I really think that this fic will be so much better if you listen to that while you read.
Summary: Kris remembers the day. It's one that he won't forget.
There was something about her that he couldn’t turn away from. Even to this day, there’s something about her that fills his veins and clouds his vision. Whatever grew inside of him started on that very first day he saw her, even though he didn’t know anything about her. Kris couldn’t tell anyone what it is about her that he wanted then or now. All he can do is tell the story.
~~~
Amber’s fingers brushed the edges of her blonde locks away from her eyes, lining them up at a slant across her brow. She didn’t bother with tugging the bottom hem of her little black dress down more although she really wanted to. She scanned the crowd for one particular face, her strapped stilettos hitting the black tile of the club flooring in a set rhythm. She found just who she was looking for by the time she reached the other side of the bar, leaning against the wall and waiting for them to come to her. She knew they would. They were a bold being and had this way of attracting everyone’s eyes. She didn’t want to be that kind of person. She didn’t need that kind of attention. But it helped when her target had that egotistic, narcissistic personality.
The girl made her way over. Amber gave a quick nonchalant once-over of the tall girl. Her hair was a dark red, or so it appeared under the lighting above head. Some flashes of the strobe lights made it appear pink and some even made it look brown or black. All Amber could be sure of was that the girl’s hair reached past her breasts and probably to the middle of her back. It was straight; none pulled back and no curls.
Just a bit was tucked behind her ear, exposing the length of her neck. The pale skin seemed to sparkle. Amber was sure it was some type of body glitter she’d applied. It reflected the color of her hair and spread across her shoulders and collarbones, whatever skin was left bare above the line of her gold sequined tube dress. Long legs that seemed to go one for miles let down to manicured toes peeking out of a pair of white strapped pumps, balancing on a heel so thin that a pencil would be jealous. The young woman’s toes were just as glittery and gold as the rest of her.
Said girl let out a noise of disapproval and Amber dragged her gaze back up, raising a brow and waiting for her to say or do something. She did both. The red-head leaned in close and pressed Amber’s back tight against the wall.
“I’m Soojung, but everyone calls me Krystal,” she greeted, her eyes set in a firm glare.
“I bet you’re the infamous ‘K’ that I’ve been hearing about,” Amber taunted, knowing very well what she was getting herself into.
“They’d better be only good things.”
“I couldn’t say. What’s your definition of bad?”
“Bad is what I do best,” Krystal pressed her thin frame against Amber’s, hands on the blonde’s hips while their lips danced with each other.
Amber was getting just where she wanted. She followed Krystal to one of the back rooms, glancing around. Her attention back on the girl just before the door closed behind her. Those long arms circled around her waist and lips smoothed over her shoulder. Amber let herself fall into the feeling for the time being, gripping Krystal’s wrist and guiding her hand down to the bottom of her dress. She smirked as the thin fingers gripped her thigh. She pulled her dress up higher and spread her legs a little, that hand following all too easily and tracing over her womanhood through her silk panties. In the back of Amber’s head, she recalled all that fussing she’d done back at home with herself about all the details of her costume for the evening. Now, she was definitely pleased she’d gone with her instincts.
Amber’s back was suddenly to the sheets of the lone bed in the room. Her dress slid up enough to show Krystal her stomach at this point, the latter tugging at the zippers across the other’s chest and dipping her head down to flick her tongue over both nipples the second they were exposed. Amber bit her lip, the warmth of that tongue shooting straight between her legs. Krystal pulled the blonde’s dress off the rest of the way and then straddled her waist, cupping her breasts and pressing her thumbs down on the little nubs at their centers. She rubbed them in slow circles until they hardened.
She could tell the girl under her was fighting to let out any sounds and whined, tugging on the nubs between her fingers, “Come on~ It’s no fun if you keep quiet.”
“Then, see if you can get me louder,” Amber flipped them, dropping Krystal back to the sheets and staying between her legs.
She got the younger girl’s dress off and grinned at the fact that there was no resemblance of underwear underneath. She immediately dipped her head, only aiming for thighs at the moment. She colored the pale skin to a bright red with soft nips and gentle kisses. By the time she’d reached the source of heat between them, there were fingers in her hair and pleas to stop the teasing. Amber’s tongue traced the lips, already faintly glistening with the juices seeping from between them. Krystal tightened her grip on her hair, encouraging the older girl to continue.
Amber soon had her leaking on her tongue and over her fingers, scissoring two of them in the slick heat while her lips enclosed around the clit, flicking the nub with her tongue until she caved to the urge to suck on it. A heel pressed into her shoulder and soon the other, the hips of the redhead circling down against her. Amber let her and continued working the girl into a wreck with her slow pace until she was begged for more. Eventually, Amber gave her what she wanted and it wasn’t too long after that that she felt thighs pressing into the sides of her head, the ankles near her nape now crossed and pressing between her shoulder blades. The tugging on her hair grew harder and she moaned into the pussy spilling its release onto her fingers and into her palm, causing a loud, wet slapping sound.
“I want more,” Krystal breathed out, once she had gotten herself together.
Amber sucked her fingers clean and kissed up her body, “My pleasure~”
This routine happened for the next couple of weeks. Krystal had begun to search for her she realized. Whenever she walked in, one skimpy black dress after another with the same strapped heels, Krystal was searching through the crowd or standing at the same wall, just waiting.
This would be the night though. Amber’s dress was red and looked as if it had been wrapped around her by hand. Her heels were gold and hit the same rhythm against the floor as she reached their infamous meeting spot. Krystal smiled wide, like a kid knowing they were getting a treat. Amber let their fingers intertwine as she followed her to their room in the back.
Things started off as they usually did, with kissing and roaming touched. Amber got the redhead on her back on the bed. Krystal looked a mess already, her hair splayed about the white pillows, her lips stick not as dark as it had been and smeared just a bit to edges of her lips.
Her dress was white like the sheets under her. It was a beautiful sight with the way the red contrasted with all the white and the cream color of
her skin.
Amber said nothing as she stood at the foot of the bed, tugging her dress up inch by inch. Krystal whined, which signaled just how impatient she was becoming. The blonde smirked and slipped her gun out from under her dress, a small, all-black device with a silencer on it. The younger girl got in one breath before the bullet through her chest took the next one from her. The red spilled out and colored her dress and the sheets.
Amber slipped her gun back in its place and fixed her dress, slipping out of the room and closing the door behind her. She found Luhan near the bar and whispered in his ear what had just gone down, informing him to just wrap her body in the sheets and leave her in the storage room. She was going to be sending someone within the next ten minutes for pickup. The older male nodded once and headed off to do just what she asked. She bought a drink from the bar and downed it in one go before taking her leave.
Kris’ eyes followed her until she was out of sight, the pouting and wasted Baekhyun in his lap tugging at his shirt to get his attention back.
“Who was that,” Kris asked, looking up at him while his thumbs rubbed circles into the other’s hips.
“Her name is Amber. She’s bad luck for every single one of her targets, but she’s really nice,” Baekhyun smiled, trying to get a kiss out of the taller gentleman only to whine and wiggle when he was denied.
Baekhyun bit his lip and then stole a kiss. He was sure that Kris could feel how his manhood was seriously straining to stay hidden behind his mini-skirt. Usually, he wouldn’t be bothering Kris, but he had been needy all week and knew the older was coming back in town from another one of his business trips. He was going to take advantage of the opportunity, and he knew how much Kris liked when he cross-dressed.
“I’ll help you, Baekhyun-ah,” he grinned and the younger bounced in his lap.
Soon, he was being pulled to somewhere more private. He caught a glimpse of what Luhan was doing and glanced down at Baekhyun.
“Go get ready and wait for me,” he commanded, leaning down and kissing him deep enough to make his knees weak, which was obvious in the way he walked away.
Kris smiled to himself and went back to the room where Luhan was, leaning against the doorpost and stuffing his hands in his pockets, “Need a hand?”
Luhan jumped and his round eyes widened. He smiled uneasily but nodded and Kris helped him get the body in the sheets.
“How often does the girl that did this come here?”
“Amber? Once in a while she’ll stop by, for work or just to clear her head. It’s usually to relax,” Luhan paused to open the door to the storage room for Kris to set the body down in, “Why? Don’t tell me you’re interested, Mr. Wu.”
“I’ll let you know after I meet her for myself.”
Luhan laughed and shook his head, “Just don’t get yourself killed.”
~~~
Only a few days had gone by before Amber was showing her face in the club again. Kris was thankful because he would be leaving at the end of the week. She was sitting at the bar in a dark blue tartan printed shirt, hanging loosely over a pair of black cropped sweatpants. She was in spiked boots with a backpack that seemed to match as she took a seat at the bar.
Kris was in his usual seat in the lounge area. He had a clear view as always of who came in and out and who stayed at the bar. He slid his hands into the pockets of his dress pants as he walks over to her, leaning over her shoulder and ordering a drink. She didn’t flinch or even look up. He took the empty seat next to her.
“I like your backpack,” he stated lamely with the same lame grin. He knew how stupid it sounded, but it was one way to strike up a conversation.
“Thanks,” she replied quickly, still not bothering to glance up at him.
He could have sworn that Baekhyun had said she was nice but it just dawned on him that it’s really hard for anyone to be mean to him. He
groaned in irritation at the fact that that hadn’t connected before. Luhan had simply warned him. That should’ve been enough right there.
Amber looked over at him now, “What’s so funny?” She asked softly. Her voice had a nice, distinct ring to it.
“I was told that I should probably be careful with you is all but I was also told that you were really nice, so I’m trying to figure out how to handle this.”
She smiled warmly and turned to face him, holding out her hand, “Well, my name is Amber. We can start with that.”
He nodded and firmly shook her hand, “I’m Kris.”
“How can I help you, Kris?”
“Care to just spend the rest of your evening with me?”
“What would that entail?”
“Depends on how far you want to go.”
“Get me a little more drunk and you can take me to bed. I need both.”
“I’ll take care of you,” he smiled and so did she.
Kris was admittedly impressed with the strength of her drinks. She took them down better than he did, but she didn’t seem like an alcoholic,
“Damn, you’re good.”
“I’ve had practice,” she laughed. It was an infectious sound that made him laugh, too. Then again, they were both decently drunk now.
Without a word, he interrupted their laughing fits by pulling her away from the bar, muttering for the bartender to put it all on his tab. They stumbled a bit and kissed all the way to the private rooms. She was stripped down to her underwear by the time the backs of her knees hit the edge of the bed. He went back to close the door and she sat up near the head of the bed waiting for him. He moved quickly, suit jacket and dress shirt on the floor halfway to his destination. When he reached the foot of the bed, he let his knees fall to the bed and he crawled up until he deemed it far enough, gripping her ankles and pulled her down to him. She smiled up at him and pulled him down for a kiss with her fingers pressed into his nape.
Things always tend to move fast in the heat of the moment and it didn’t take too long for him to be down to his boxers. The rest of their clothes were completely gone in the next moment. Amber had no hesitation in sucking his length and getting him nice and coated with her mouth. Kris’ groans and hisses were all the approval she needed to know that she was doing a good job. She straddled his hips and let the blunt head of his cock slip past her walls, a soft moan passing her lips. He groaned at the tightness and the heat and laid his large hands on her hips, fingers pressing into her skin enough to leave marks. He watched closely as she lifted and dropped herself, letting his hands roam her skin as her hips worked. He traced up her spine and enjoyed the way her back curved. He let her do as she pleased until he could tell she was close and getting tired. He kept her on top of him, holding her hips and thrusting up sharply into her.
Kris groaned deeply when he got her where he wanted her, her walls clinging tightly to him and thoroughly coating his length, some of it spilling onto his abs and thighs. He found his release not too long after her and relaxed back into the sheets, her head on his chest and their sweat keeping them together.
He hadn’t even realized he’d fallen asleep, but she was gone when he awoke with no trace of her. He smiled to himself and got himself dressed and headed to the bathroom to clean himself up some. He soon found himself at the bar ordering a drink to take back to his lounge, his tall and familiar figure catching the club owner’s attention. Luhan gave a hard enough slap on the back as a greeting. Kris leaned up from the edge of the bar and stood up.
“Did you enjoy yourself,” the shorter man questioned with a knowing grin.
Kris nodded and chuckled, “Yeah, she’s a good time. No matter how dangerous you think she might be.”
“She is dangerous. I know her very well,” Luhan smiled, “But I’m glad you think that. She told me to tell you that you’re welcome to look for her again. She’d enjoy it.”
“I’m glad I’m friends with you.”
“You’d better. Now, pay your tab. I’m not waiting until you get back in town again.”
~~~
“Jie jie smells like sex, Pastry,” Tao whined teasingly to the kitten in his lap, “Again~”
Amber groaned and got off the couch, throwing a pillow to the opposite end of the couch and successfully hitting his head. She smiled and headed to the bathroom, “I’ll wash it off. I’ll wash it off.”
“What’s this one’s name,” he asked, angering Pastry as he stood up and she slid to the floor. He whimpered and hurried to follow after the older girl when his ankle was clawed.
“Kris. His last name is Wu from what Luhan tells me,” she glanced back over her shoulder at him, deciding to get the first aid kit and help her didi before hopping in the shower.
“…Locked in,” he smiled, satisfied with himself and she cleaned the open wound Pastry left him.
“Don’t go harassing him,” she laughed, shaking her head and putting everything back in the case.
He smiled innocently, “I know better. I just have to keep an eye for you like you do for me.”
“I know, I know,” she smiled back and shooed him out, starting the shower.