f(x) {Amber/Victoria ; Savoir-Faire (by civilized_era)}
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Title: Savoir-Faire
Fandom: f(x), background Super Junior
Pairing: Amber/Victoria
Word count: 732
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Amber makes a conquest.
A/N: This exists in Laura's gang!SJ universe and is therefore all her fault. Also, this is being posted here because she's good at twisting arms and I have real life friends on my flist whom I could never face again if they were to have any evidence of this. Thanks so much for reading!
Savoir-Faire
"Hey," says Amber casually. "I'm Amber."
"Another Choi trainee," the girl nods, knowing, then gathers her hair in a loose knot, exposing the back of her neck, and Christ, she was beautiful. Amber feels her throat go dry.
"You were good out there," she says. "You were...too good. What are you doing here, when you can dance like that."
She shrugs. "What's anyone doing here?"
"You're here because you like sex?"
"And I like liking it," Victoria says serenely. Then she asks, "And what about you, what are you doing here?"
The dressing room is brightly lit, mirrors lining the entire lengths of opposing walls, making it possible to see everything, which is why Victoria still feels a rare feeling of excitement settling into the pit of her stomach when Amber pushes a bottle of hairspray across the top of the makeup table until it falls off, then another, deliberately methodical as they clatter to the floor. Clearing space.
Victoria slowly walks toward her. "You're so young," she murmurs offhandedly, musing. Amber laughs. "Then go easy on me," she says, slipping a hand around her waist and drawing her close. The way she says it suggests she means exactly the opposite.
Though Victoria's mostly naked already, which, you know, is easier. Amber's hands drift up her sides, planting kisses against her throat, her mouth warm and wet, leaving a glossy trail down her neck, between her breasts. Grips her hips, grinding against her, then rolls her thumbs over her nipples, teasing them into hardness. Victoria lets out a soft moan, then laughs breathily. "You've done this before."
Amber makes an affirmative noise against her collarbone. "But not like this," she says, pulling back to look at her seriously. Victoria's eyes widen, momentarily caught off guard, before she reaches out and yanks Amber by the collar, pulling her on top of her, bended knees clamping around her hips.
Their lips keep missing each other now, frantic, then Amber gives up, goes for the edge of her jaw, her neck, tiny pricks of sensation of teeth scraping against skin, knee parting her thighs; Victoria's legs fall apart far too easily, impatient for contact or pressure or anything, so Amber follows suit by slipping her hand beneath her underwear, accompanied by a sharp intake of breath.
"Shit," Amber murmurs against her throat, "shit, Tori, you're so wet--"
Victoria curses, drags her back up, kisses her, tongue sliding forcefully into her mouth; then her head falls back suddenly, fingers gripping tightly onto the fabric of Amber's jacket as the other girl traces around her, pressing a thumb at her entrance. Disentangling herself from Victoria's grip, she returns to licking, biting her way down, past the flat of Victoria's stomach, tugging off her panties, her breath teasing her thighs right before her tongue flicks against her clit.
Victoria groans, head rolling to the side. Amber moved her fingers back and forth in rhythm with her licks, long and lavish and completely unashamed of just how much she's savoring the way the other girl thrusts urgently against her, how with a curl of her fingers she can make Victoria shudder, securing a permanent strain. She's writhing on the table as Amber fucks her, fingers alternating between skimming over her breasts to digging into Amber's scalp to reaching above to clutch at the edge of the table, the back of a nearby chair, scrambling to grip at anything over the smooth surface. Dirty words spill from her lips, pornographic moans, begging, orders, and Amber's name, punctuation for each time her fingers slide in and out.
Hovering on that knife-edge before orgasm, her entire body tense, Amber suddenly pulls out, leaving Victoria gasping, "What's wrong--"
"You're mine," she says, lips curling up at the corners. "Say it. Not Siwon's. Mine."
"Whatever, I'm yours," Victoria snaps, panting, "even though I've been saying your name--" and then she breaks off, voice disappearing in a high-pitched, wordless cry as Amber sucks viciously at her clit, her hips lifting off the table, back arching as she comes.
"You did it," Siwon's eyes narrow. Amber licks her lips, the rest of her face impassive.
"I did."
"Aw, fuck you," he mutters, idly adjusting his holster. "If you get a promotion before me, I swear to god..."
But it was a dog-eat-dog world, the one they played in. There was only one person who had security under Heechul, and it wasn't Amber. "I'm counting on it," she says softly.
Title: Savoir-Faire
Fandom: f(x), background Super Junior
Pairing: Amber/Victoria
Word count: 732
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Amber makes a conquest.
A/N: This exists in Laura's gang!SJ universe and is therefore all her fault. Also, this is being posted here because she's good at twisting arms and I have real life friends on my flist whom I could never face again if they were to have any evidence of this. Thanks so much for reading!
Savoir-Faire
"Hey," says Amber casually. "I'm Amber."
"Another Choi trainee," the girl nods, knowing, then gathers her hair in a loose knot, exposing the back of her neck, and Christ, she was beautiful. Amber feels her throat go dry.
"You were good out there," she says. "You were...too good. What are you doing here, when you can dance like that."
She shrugs. "What's anyone doing here?"
"You're here because you like sex?"
"And I like liking it," Victoria says serenely. Then she asks, "And what about you, what are you doing here?"
The dressing room is brightly lit, mirrors lining the entire lengths of opposing walls, making it possible to see everything, which is why Victoria still feels a rare feeling of excitement settling into the pit of her stomach when Amber pushes a bottle of hairspray across the top of the makeup table until it falls off, then another, deliberately methodical as they clatter to the floor. Clearing space.
Victoria slowly walks toward her. "You're so young," she murmurs offhandedly, musing. Amber laughs. "Then go easy on me," she says, slipping a hand around her waist and drawing her close. The way she says it suggests she means exactly the opposite.
Though Victoria's mostly naked already, which, you know, is easier. Amber's hands drift up her sides, planting kisses against her throat, her mouth warm and wet, leaving a glossy trail down her neck, between her breasts. Grips her hips, grinding against her, then rolls her thumbs over her nipples, teasing them into hardness. Victoria lets out a soft moan, then laughs breathily. "You've done this before."
Amber makes an affirmative noise against her collarbone. "But not like this," she says, pulling back to look at her seriously. Victoria's eyes widen, momentarily caught off guard, before she reaches out and yanks Amber by the collar, pulling her on top of her, bended knees clamping around her hips.
Their lips keep missing each other now, frantic, then Amber gives up, goes for the edge of her jaw, her neck, tiny pricks of sensation of teeth scraping against skin, knee parting her thighs; Victoria's legs fall apart far too easily, impatient for contact or pressure or anything, so Amber follows suit by slipping her hand beneath her underwear, accompanied by a sharp intake of breath.
"Shit," Amber murmurs against her throat, "shit, Tori, you're so wet--"
Victoria curses, drags her back up, kisses her, tongue sliding forcefully into her mouth; then her head falls back suddenly, fingers gripping tightly onto the fabric of Amber's jacket as the other girl traces around her, pressing a thumb at her entrance. Disentangling herself from Victoria's grip, she returns to licking, biting her way down, past the flat of Victoria's stomach, tugging off her panties, her breath teasing her thighs right before her tongue flicks against her clit.
Victoria groans, head rolling to the side. Amber moved her fingers back and forth in rhythm with her licks, long and lavish and completely unashamed of just how much she's savoring the way the other girl thrusts urgently against her, how with a curl of her fingers she can make Victoria shudder, securing a permanent strain. She's writhing on the table as Amber fucks her, fingers alternating between skimming over her breasts to digging into Amber's scalp to reaching above to clutch at the edge of the table, the back of a nearby chair, scrambling to grip at anything over the smooth surface. Dirty words spill from her lips, pornographic moans, begging, orders, and Amber's name, punctuation for each time her fingers slide in and out.
Hovering on that knife-edge before orgasm, her entire body tense, Amber suddenly pulls out, leaving Victoria gasping, "What's wrong--"
"You're mine," she says, lips curling up at the corners. "Say it. Not Siwon's. Mine."
"Whatever, I'm yours," Victoria snaps, panting, "even though I've been saying your name--" and then she breaks off, voice disappearing in a high-pitched, wordless cry as Amber sucks viciously at her clit, her hips lifting off the table, back arching as she comes.
"You did it," Siwon's eyes narrow. Amber licks her lips, the rest of her face impassive.
"I did."
"Aw, fuck you," he mutters, idly adjusting his holster. "If you get a promotion before me, I swear to god..."
But it was a dog-eat-dog world, the one they played in. There was only one person who had security under Heechul, and it wasn't Amber. "I'm counting on it," she says softly.