as de pique
as de pique
kris/chanyeol
1,830 words; nc-17
warning: sex under the influence of alcohol
so this is the second installment in my mafia!au based off of this edit. they're all supposed to be disjointed chapters, so you don't need to read the first chapter, but if you'd like, it's second shots. dies so omfg i'm so sorry for how this turned out i tried i really did but it's my first time ever writing flat out porn so do tell me how you felt! feel free to give concrit, etc. you can message me it or smth if it's too harsh /o\ also this conversation happened:
lazychaoz: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Glossary_of_Mafia-related_words
lazychaoz: here :|
lazychaoz: inspiration :|
itachibana13: borgata: an organized crime Family.
itachibana13: my
itachibana13: hoodie
itachibana13: says
itachibana13: borgata
lazychaoz: CRIES
What of the dollar you murdered for
Is that the one fighting for your soul
Or your brother’s the one that you’re running from
But if you got money, fuck it, 'cause I want some
-clique, kanye west
Kris has a headache when he really shouldn’t have one.
First of all, Lu Han is late, and if there’s anything Kris hates, it’s a person who’s late. Secondly, Minseok has lost three workers after an ambush by the police. He’s had to relocate himself to Hong Kong, which is where Kris and Lu Han are supposed to be.
His phone has gone off three times, which is already three times too many, and Kris purses his lips when it goes off a fourth. He considers letting it go to voicemail, but the caller id is different this time, and he has to suppress a sigh before he picks it up. “Lay?”
“Hong Kong sounds like a party.”
“You’re not invited,” Kris says gruffly, and Yixing laughs on the other side.
“Hong Kong, Kris. That’s number two after Las Vegas in my business. Which, by the way, some girl named.... Tiffany? Hold on.” Kris taps his fingers on the armrest impatiently as there’s some mumbling and shuffling on the other end of the line. “Veronica - she thinks you’re handsome. Talk to Lu Han, she’s real nice.”
Kris rubs at his temple and looks out of the window idly. “Is that all?”
“Nah, I just called to say Taotao’s taken out that German guy. What was his name?”
“Wagner?”
“Yeah. Poor guy. He never really had a chance. Regardless, Berlin territory is hostile at the moment. Still want Chen to handle things? I already have a flight booked.”
“There's nothing to do in Germany now beside wait. I’ll see you in Hong Kong, then.”
The moment he puts the phone down, the door to the white Cadillac opens, and Lu Han steps inside, lips swollen red and face flushed. Kris does his best to ignore it. “You’re late.”
Lu Han shrugs and smirks. “He was cute; I couldn’t help myself. Where to?”
Kris sighs and motions for the driver to go. The engine starts, and Lu Han waits patiently as Kris checks his phone. “Xiumin’s doing some business in Hong Kong. Figured he’d want some company. How does The Peninsula Hotel sound?”
“Perfect.”
“Yixing is coming along, I hope you don’t mind.”
“Would I ever,” Lu Han says slowly, with a grin. “This will be fun.”
Kris nods in agreement and looks out the window. Something pops into his head, and he turns to face Lu Han, who is going through the radio stations.
“So who’s Veronica?”
Kris finds Yixing at the back of the casino at a roulette table, arms around two ladies. He points at himself, eyes widening a bit, before removing his arm from one of the girls and taking a chip. The girl blows on his finger, and here Kris rolls his eyes as Yixing grins and tosses the chip.
“Kris!” someone calls out, and he turns to see Minseok making his way towards him with two glasses of champagne. “You’re early,” he greets, and hands one to Kris.
“I don’t like being late,” Kris replies. He accepts the glass and takes a sip. “Have you seen Lu Han?”
“Have I ever. Don’t go into the bathroom.” Minseok raises his eyebrows and nods towards the back tables. "Lay is having a hell of a time.”
Kris turns just in time to see the second girl grab Yixing’s face and pull him in for a kiss. “Let’s go say hi,” Kris suggests. “We can discuss your business tomorrow.”
“You can come see for yourself,” Minseok says cheerfully as they start to walk. “Everything is set, except for a few contracts and whatnot.”
“We never finalized the map, Xiumin,” Kris says.
“You never finalized the map.” Minseok pauses to wave at an old man somewhere off toward the side. “I, however, know exactly how business is running.”
Kris sighs. “You’re extremely lucky I trust you.”
“Don’t think I earned your trust by luck, Kris.”
Kris is about to make a comment when he hears someone curse, and then bump into him. His glass is sent flying, where it shatters on the floor a few feet away. Minseok’s mouth is agape, and even Yixing has looked up from where he’s playing.
The person who bumped into him is a tall man with light brown hair, big eyes, and soft facial features. Kris purses his lips and smiles, a small gesture that tells everyone to get their hands off of their guns as he looks at the unlucky soul.
Or maybe somewhat lucky.
“Oh god, are you okay?” he asks, looking Kris over. “I didn’t hurt you or anything, right? Or ruin your clothes? I can pay for the drink and glass.”
“I’m fine, don’t worry,” Kris assures him. “No damage, except for the glass. Put it on my tab,” he says to the nearest waitress, and she nods quickly before turning to clean up the mess.
“Are you sure? Money isn't an issue,” the man says. “Really - I’ll cover the damage.”
“The only real damage was the drink.” Kris feigns a sigh, then smiles. “You can cover that by buying me one.”
The man opens his mouth, then closes it to grin at him. “That can be arranged. I’m Chanyeol. You are?”
“Kris.”
A couple of drinks later, a very drunk Chanyeol and a barely sober Kris are making out against the door of Chanyeol’s hotel room. Chanyeol is fumbling with the buttons on Kris’ suit while he’s working on Chanyeol’s belt. It’s surprisingly effective, and by the time Kris’ jacket is pushed off his shoulders, he’s got a hand in Chanyeol’s pants and is pumping slowly.
“We should try to at least make it to the bed,” Kris says, somewhat coherently, though his half buzzed mind and more-than-aroused body is making that increasingly more difficult.
“Fuck the bed,” Chanyeol gasps, arching his back into Kris’ grip. He has a hand tangled in Kris’ hair and the other bunched up around his collar, and is making deep, breathy noises that drive Kris insane.
“Inviting, but I’d rather fuck you.” Kris says, and Chanyeol manages to grin at him as they stumble through the large room and onto white sheets.
Chanyeol rids Kris of his shirt, and Kris of Chanyeol’s pants. Chanyeol wraps his arms around Kris’ neck and pulls him down into a long, open mouthed kiss. Kris is unnervingly dominant, even more so in bed, and though his hands map out Chanyeol’s body slowly, the press against his skin is firm, and Chanyeol obeys willingly.
He strokes Chanyeol slowly, and he responds by sighing against his mouth, canting his hips up and into Kris’ hands. “More,” he whispers harshly, and Kris complies. He twists his wrist and kisses Chanyeol, tongue and teeth, and Chanyeol’s hands draw red lines down Kris’ arms.
Chanyeol pulls away to lean over and open the nightstand drawer, and Kris laughs when he tosses a condom and a bottle of lube at him. “You are certainly prepared.”
“I didn’t know my catch would be this good looking,” Chanyeol replies, grinning as he presses his lips to the column of Kris’ throat, down over his body, and then Kris is shuddering, gasping when his mouth blows over a nipple. He flicks his tongue against it, and Kris’ hands come down to grasp at the bedsheets.
Heat spikes up the length of Kris’ spine, and the drag of Chanyeol’s fingers on his body is scorching as he flips them over. He dips his tongue in Kris’ navel and drags it downward; Kris lets out a loud moan when he licks up his length, tonguing the slit before wrapping his lips around Kris’ cock and sliding down. “Fuck,” Kris gasps, fingers instantly settling in Chanyeol’s hair. He tugs a bit, and Chanyeol whines and takes Kris in further. He licks and sucks, and Kris feels fire flaring up inside his body. With a small tug, he pries Chanyeol off his cock and switches their positions before grabbing the bottle and opening it.
He pours a gracious amount onto his fingers and dips them down the crease of Chanyeol’s ass, circling the rim, just to see Chanyeol’s eyes flutter and fingers tighten, before he presses them inside. With a little push, his finger slides in the all the way, and watches in mild wonder as Chanyeol’s toes curl and a deep red flush extends from his chest up. He adds in a second finger and thrusts them in and out experimentally; Chanyeol lets out an all too eager groan before shifting his hips back to meet Kris’ fingers.
Kris is impatient through the haze of alcohol, thrusting his fingers in a few more times before pulling out. He rolls on the condom and slicks himself up. “Are you ready?” he asks Chanyeol, positioning himself.
“Yeah,” Chanyeol mumbles, and braces himself.
Kris pushes in slowly, and they both groan at the sensation. Chanyeol is so tight, so warm, he feels like he’s going to explode.
“Move,” Chanyeol says after a moment - Kris doesn’t need to be told twice. He rocks his hips forward, and they both moan.
Kris thrusts more quickly, hips snapping quickly, and Chanyeol is clawing at his back and making small, breathy noises. Each push and pull sends small jolts of electricity throughout Kris’ body, until he’s grabbing Chanyeol’s right leg and pushing it up, so it hooks over his shoulder, and shifts so he's pressing himself in deeper.
Chanyeol let’s out a broken gasp as his nails break the skin on Kris’ back. He feels Kris tugging on his cock, and his back arches, moans turning into hiccups as Kris doesn’t let up, hitting his prostate dead on as he pulls and strokes his cock, and then he’s finally coming into Kris’ hand, mouth open and eyes glazed over. Kris groans as Chanyeol clenches around him, and then he’s also coming, eyes shut, teeth clenched.
He pulls out and disposes of the condom, before falling down next to Chanyeol. He hears him laugh beside Kris, and he flashes Chanyeol a grin before rolling over to face him. “You’re not going to kick me out of bed now that we’ve finished, right?”
“You, Mr. Wu, are welcome in my bed anytime,” Chanyeol says, then leans forward to press a kiss to the side of Kris’ mouth. Kris laughs and brushes Chanyeol’s bangs back with his fingers before returning the kiss.
Kris leaves sometime before the sun rises, hair wrecked, buttons undone, and tie hanging loosely around his neck. He makes a quick stop at his own room to fix up his appearance and grab his gun, and then he’s out the door, phone pressed up against his ear. “Xiumin, are you ready?”
“I hope you’ve had fun. We’ve been waiting for you. Clock’s set for seven; if it all goes well, we should be done by five or six.”
“Perfect. Call Tao, tell him he has a target in Hong Kong.”
kris/chanyeol
1,830 words; nc-17
warning: sex under the influence of alcohol
so this is the second installment in my mafia!au based off of this edit. they're all supposed to be disjointed chapters, so you don't need to read the first chapter, but if you'd like, it's second shots. dies so omfg i'm so sorry for how this turned out i tried i really did but it's my first time ever writing flat out porn so do tell me how you felt! feel free to give concrit, etc. you can message me it or smth if it's too harsh /o\ also this conversation happened:
lazychaoz: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Glossary_of_Mafia-related_words
lazychaoz: here :|
lazychaoz: inspiration :|
itachibana13: borgata: an organized crime Family.
itachibana13: my
itachibana13: hoodie
itachibana13: says
itachibana13: borgata
lazychaoz: CRIES
What of the dollar you murdered for
Is that the one fighting for your soul
Or your brother’s the one that you’re running from
But if you got money, fuck it, 'cause I want some
-clique, kanye west
Kris has a headache when he really shouldn’t have one.
First of all, Lu Han is late, and if there’s anything Kris hates, it’s a person who’s late. Secondly, Minseok has lost three workers after an ambush by the police. He’s had to relocate himself to Hong Kong, which is where Kris and Lu Han are supposed to be.
His phone has gone off three times, which is already three times too many, and Kris purses his lips when it goes off a fourth. He considers letting it go to voicemail, but the caller id is different this time, and he has to suppress a sigh before he picks it up. “Lay?”
“Hong Kong sounds like a party.”
“You’re not invited,” Kris says gruffly, and Yixing laughs on the other side.
“Hong Kong, Kris. That’s number two after Las Vegas in my business. Which, by the way, some girl named.... Tiffany? Hold on.” Kris taps his fingers on the armrest impatiently as there’s some mumbling and shuffling on the other end of the line. “Veronica - she thinks you’re handsome. Talk to Lu Han, she’s real nice.”
Kris rubs at his temple and looks out of the window idly. “Is that all?”
“Nah, I just called to say Taotao’s taken out that German guy. What was his name?”
“Wagner?”
“Yeah. Poor guy. He never really had a chance. Regardless, Berlin territory is hostile at the moment. Still want Chen to handle things? I already have a flight booked.”
“There's nothing to do in Germany now beside wait. I’ll see you in Hong Kong, then.”
The moment he puts the phone down, the door to the white Cadillac opens, and Lu Han steps inside, lips swollen red and face flushed. Kris does his best to ignore it. “You’re late.”
Lu Han shrugs and smirks. “He was cute; I couldn’t help myself. Where to?”
Kris sighs and motions for the driver to go. The engine starts, and Lu Han waits patiently as Kris checks his phone. “Xiumin’s doing some business in Hong Kong. Figured he’d want some company. How does The Peninsula Hotel sound?”
“Perfect.”
“Yixing is coming along, I hope you don’t mind.”
“Would I ever,” Lu Han says slowly, with a grin. “This will be fun.”
Kris nods in agreement and looks out the window. Something pops into his head, and he turns to face Lu Han, who is going through the radio stations.
“So who’s Veronica?”
Kris finds Yixing at the back of the casino at a roulette table, arms around two ladies. He points at himself, eyes widening a bit, before removing his arm from one of the girls and taking a chip. The girl blows on his finger, and here Kris rolls his eyes as Yixing grins and tosses the chip.
“Kris!” someone calls out, and he turns to see Minseok making his way towards him with two glasses of champagne. “You’re early,” he greets, and hands one to Kris.
“I don’t like being late,” Kris replies. He accepts the glass and takes a sip. “Have you seen Lu Han?”
“Have I ever. Don’t go into the bathroom.” Minseok raises his eyebrows and nods towards the back tables. "Lay is having a hell of a time.”
Kris turns just in time to see the second girl grab Yixing’s face and pull him in for a kiss. “Let’s go say hi,” Kris suggests. “We can discuss your business tomorrow.”
“You can come see for yourself,” Minseok says cheerfully as they start to walk. “Everything is set, except for a few contracts and whatnot.”
“We never finalized the map, Xiumin,” Kris says.
“You never finalized the map.” Minseok pauses to wave at an old man somewhere off toward the side. “I, however, know exactly how business is running.”
Kris sighs. “You’re extremely lucky I trust you.”
“Don’t think I earned your trust by luck, Kris.”
Kris is about to make a comment when he hears someone curse, and then bump into him. His glass is sent flying, where it shatters on the floor a few feet away. Minseok’s mouth is agape, and even Yixing has looked up from where he’s playing.
The person who bumped into him is a tall man with light brown hair, big eyes, and soft facial features. Kris purses his lips and smiles, a small gesture that tells everyone to get their hands off of their guns as he looks at the unlucky soul.
Or maybe somewhat lucky.
“Oh god, are you okay?” he asks, looking Kris over. “I didn’t hurt you or anything, right? Or ruin your clothes? I can pay for the drink and glass.”
“I’m fine, don’t worry,” Kris assures him. “No damage, except for the glass. Put it on my tab,” he says to the nearest waitress, and she nods quickly before turning to clean up the mess.
“Are you sure? Money isn't an issue,” the man says. “Really - I’ll cover the damage.”
“The only real damage was the drink.” Kris feigns a sigh, then smiles. “You can cover that by buying me one.”
The man opens his mouth, then closes it to grin at him. “That can be arranged. I’m Chanyeol. You are?”
“Kris.”
A couple of drinks later, a very drunk Chanyeol and a barely sober Kris are making out against the door of Chanyeol’s hotel room. Chanyeol is fumbling with the buttons on Kris’ suit while he’s working on Chanyeol’s belt. It’s surprisingly effective, and by the time Kris’ jacket is pushed off his shoulders, he’s got a hand in Chanyeol’s pants and is pumping slowly.
“We should try to at least make it to the bed,” Kris says, somewhat coherently, though his half buzzed mind and more-than-aroused body is making that increasingly more difficult.
“Fuck the bed,” Chanyeol gasps, arching his back into Kris’ grip. He has a hand tangled in Kris’ hair and the other bunched up around his collar, and is making deep, breathy noises that drive Kris insane.
“Inviting, but I’d rather fuck you.” Kris says, and Chanyeol manages to grin at him as they stumble through the large room and onto white sheets.
Chanyeol rids Kris of his shirt, and Kris of Chanyeol’s pants. Chanyeol wraps his arms around Kris’ neck and pulls him down into a long, open mouthed kiss. Kris is unnervingly dominant, even more so in bed, and though his hands map out Chanyeol’s body slowly, the press against his skin is firm, and Chanyeol obeys willingly.
He strokes Chanyeol slowly, and he responds by sighing against his mouth, canting his hips up and into Kris’ hands. “More,” he whispers harshly, and Kris complies. He twists his wrist and kisses Chanyeol, tongue and teeth, and Chanyeol’s hands draw red lines down Kris’ arms.
Chanyeol pulls away to lean over and open the nightstand drawer, and Kris laughs when he tosses a condom and a bottle of lube at him. “You are certainly prepared.”
“I didn’t know my catch would be this good looking,” Chanyeol replies, grinning as he presses his lips to the column of Kris’ throat, down over his body, and then Kris is shuddering, gasping when his mouth blows over a nipple. He flicks his tongue against it, and Kris’ hands come down to grasp at the bedsheets.
Heat spikes up the length of Kris’ spine, and the drag of Chanyeol’s fingers on his body is scorching as he flips them over. He dips his tongue in Kris’ navel and drags it downward; Kris lets out a loud moan when he licks up his length, tonguing the slit before wrapping his lips around Kris’ cock and sliding down. “Fuck,” Kris gasps, fingers instantly settling in Chanyeol’s hair. He tugs a bit, and Chanyeol whines and takes Kris in further. He licks and sucks, and Kris feels fire flaring up inside his body. With a small tug, he pries Chanyeol off his cock and switches their positions before grabbing the bottle and opening it.
He pours a gracious amount onto his fingers and dips them down the crease of Chanyeol’s ass, circling the rim, just to see Chanyeol’s eyes flutter and fingers tighten, before he presses them inside. With a little push, his finger slides in the all the way, and watches in mild wonder as Chanyeol’s toes curl and a deep red flush extends from his chest up. He adds in a second finger and thrusts them in and out experimentally; Chanyeol lets out an all too eager groan before shifting his hips back to meet Kris’ fingers.
Kris is impatient through the haze of alcohol, thrusting his fingers in a few more times before pulling out. He rolls on the condom and slicks himself up. “Are you ready?” he asks Chanyeol, positioning himself.
“Yeah,” Chanyeol mumbles, and braces himself.
Kris pushes in slowly, and they both groan at the sensation. Chanyeol is so tight, so warm, he feels like he’s going to explode.
“Move,” Chanyeol says after a moment - Kris doesn’t need to be told twice. He rocks his hips forward, and they both moan.
Kris thrusts more quickly, hips snapping quickly, and Chanyeol is clawing at his back and making small, breathy noises. Each push and pull sends small jolts of electricity throughout Kris’ body, until he’s grabbing Chanyeol’s right leg and pushing it up, so it hooks over his shoulder, and shifts so he's pressing himself in deeper.
Chanyeol let’s out a broken gasp as his nails break the skin on Kris’ back. He feels Kris tugging on his cock, and his back arches, moans turning into hiccups as Kris doesn’t let up, hitting his prostate dead on as he pulls and strokes his cock, and then he’s finally coming into Kris’ hand, mouth open and eyes glazed over. Kris groans as Chanyeol clenches around him, and then he’s also coming, eyes shut, teeth clenched.
He pulls out and disposes of the condom, before falling down next to Chanyeol. He hears him laugh beside Kris, and he flashes Chanyeol a grin before rolling over to face him. “You’re not going to kick me out of bed now that we’ve finished, right?”
“You, Mr. Wu, are welcome in my bed anytime,” Chanyeol says, then leans forward to press a kiss to the side of Kris’ mouth. Kris laughs and brushes Chanyeol’s bangs back with his fingers before returning the kiss.
Kris leaves sometime before the sun rises, hair wrecked, buttons undone, and tie hanging loosely around his neck. He makes a quick stop at his own room to fix up his appearance and grab his gun, and then he’s out the door, phone pressed up against his ear. “Xiumin, are you ready?”
“I hope you’ve had fun. We’ve been waiting for you. Clock’s set for seven; if it all goes well, we should be done by five or six.”
“Perfect. Call Tao, tell him he has a target in Hong Kong.”