lower ▎amber
lower ▎amber
⚢ pairing : f(x) Amber x reader ✎ word count : 2.0k ✦ genre : smut ✗ warnings : slight orgasm denial [A/N] I can write smut again! I hope… I’ve been listening to Lower all day and got inspired. It’ll be much easier for me to fill requests now
There’s a tactful way to handle any given situation, the catch is figuring out exactly what it is. For most things it takes a bit of delicacy where you’d usually try to force things together. It only takes a few extra moments of extra thought to solve most problems, like an exceedingly difficult math equation with too many variables. In your situation, however, it takes long bouts of silence and carefully orchestrated lies. You feel horrible with every false word you speak to explain away the otherwise compromising positions you find yourself in. Especially since the people your feeding these fabricated truths to are the fans that have loved and supported you through your entire journey to becoming a widely known name in the entertainment industry. You got casted in a web-dramas as some miscellaneous supporting character? Your entire fanbase was there to boost your presence to the point of the producers re-scripting the show to give you more lines and effectively bolstering your acting career. You release a new song? Within the first few minutes of its release thousands of fans have flocked to the video to like, comment, and share before you can even close the YouTube tab. If you get nominated for an award your fans flock to every possible outlet they can vote on, using multiple accounts to get you as many votes as humanly possible. It’s beyond anything you’d dreamed of as a trainee and it hurts to leave the people that are such an integral part of your life in the dark. Because heaven forbid you want to go public with your relationship because your fan base can’t be trusted to deal with the reveal in a mature and supportive manner. In a way, you understand. It’s not just your fans that you need to be worried about. It’s Amber’s too. They’re worried that MeU’s won’t react well to the news of your relationship. But you have a Twitter and an Instagram, per usual as an idol, you can actually see the things fans post about the two of you. There’s everything from cute video edits of your appearances on What The Pineapple to crudely photoshopped pictures of your heads on the bodies of two brides. It’s quite obvious that all the fans absolutely love the idea of the two of you being together, so why the charade. Most of your fellow idols have already piece two and two together with how close the two of you appear off camera and the reality of the both of you sharing Amber’s one bedroom apartment. It’s only your company that seems skeptical about the topic of going public. Their excuse always borders on the line of stupidity. They don’t want a scandal. But what’s scandalous about dating? SM let Baek Hyun and Tae Yeon go public, but that was only after a few leaked photos. And Soo Jung and Jong In has long-since been established as a power couple with Tae Min sometimes thrown in for aesthetic. It seems completely unfair to the two of you, but there isn’t much you can do about it. They’ve allowed you as much leeway as they’re willing to give. You were honestly surprised when your manager green lit you moving in with Amber. You’d expected it to be an ordeal. A true no-holds type of fight. Instead, she just nodded her head and said she’d inform SM about the change in living arrangements. That was a year ago, but nothing has changed since. Both of you just continue living without telling the world that you’re in love. You’ve come to accept that it will probably be well into the future, after your glory days as an idol, that you finally reveal the truth once and for all. You can endure that after years of enduring the harsh training it took to get you to where you are now, but it’s weighing on Amber. You can’t say that you don’t understand when she’s struggling to keep her name and f(x)’s relevant after years of neglect. Tonight seems to be a sort of breaking point for her. The front door slams open the closed with enough force to make it rattle on its hinges. You’d originally been catching up on some reading, sprawled out on the couch with Jack Jack in your lap, but he jumps away with an alarmed yip at the loud noise. A flick of his tail knocks the book out of your hand and only serves to scare him more when it hits the floor next to where he landed. The click-click-click of his claws hitting the floor as he anxiously rubs for cover are easily lost in the noise of Amber heavily tossing her bag on the floor. You wouldn’t be surprised if she’d been toting around boulders with how heavy the impact was. “Amber?” Your voice sounds more hesitant than you want it to as you call to her. From your place on the couch you can see her fuming by the door, cursing when the knot in her shoelace doesn’t come undone. She ends up kicking it off without untying it before snapping her head in your direction. You jump at the sudden eye contact, not expecting to see the flames of anger-feuded lust blazing behind her irises. Her heavy foot falls are masked by her socks as she strides over to you. You part your lips to ask what has managed to get her so worked up, but she presses her lips to yours before you can manage it. There’s no affection behind the way her lips move against yours. It feels purely possessive and you revel in the way her tongue twines with yours. An airy moan falls from your mouth as she bites at your bottom lip before pulling away. “Honey, I’m home.” Her voice sounds huskier than usual as she whispers the words against your neck. You respond with a nervous giggle that turns into a sigh as her lips meet your neck. She takes her time sucking dark hickeys into your skin. You’ll have to worry about covering them with makeup tomorrow, but for now you run your fingers through her short hair in silent approval. Her hands fall to your waist, pushing your shirt higher and higher until she can press against the edge of your bra. She pulls away for only a moment to harshly tug your shirt off fully and toss it to the floor. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.” She breathes between trailing kisses over your collarbones and lower to your chest. “I couldn’t focus on anything. I was too busy thinking about this,” Her fingers draw your bra straps off of your shoulders, “About you.” You do the honor of unhooking the clasp and dropping the material next to your shirt. Amber hums darkly as her lips go from marking your cleavage to sucking a nipple between her lips. She occupies the other with her fingers, tugging and pinching the sensitive bud until your moaning breathlessly. “I haven’t even gotten to the good part yet and you look like you’re about to come.” She teases. You pout because the pleasure that’s building like molten lava in your core is becoming too much and she hasn’t even taken off your shorts yet. You do it yourself, kicking them off and reveling in the way her eyes darken at the realization that you forewent wearing panties today. There’s a muttered “fuck” as she struggles to get rid of her own clothes. A heavy hand on your shoulder lays you flat on your back, sprawled out beneath her on the couch like a meal waiting to be devoured. The moan that escapes you when her fingers finally glide between your folds is pitiful and Amber laughs at the sound. Her touches aren’t teasing as she presses inside you with measured persistence, easily finding the spot that has your toes curling in pleasure. She doesn’t let up on her rough movements, thrusting her fingers inside you until your thighs are shaking and you’re on the brink of an orgasm. Amber smirks down at you knowingly and pulls away. You catch her wrist in a shaky grip only to have her knock it away in order to grab your waist. It takes a moment for her to jostle you into the exact position she wants, but as soon as you’re laid out with a leg wrapped around her waist she positions herself over you until your lower lips are kissing. You buck your hips in unbridled excitement as the pleasure she’d ripped away from you returns tenfold. Amber groans at the movement and pulls you closer to her, grinding against you with purpose. The slick feeling of your clits rubbing together with each circle of your hips has you pushing closer to the edge of pleasure. Amber’s movements have turned desperate as she uses you to get herself off. It’s too much to watch her bite her lip, breasts bouncing as she rubs her pussy against yours. Your head falls back against the couch as a string of moaned curses leave your lips. Amber has enough wherewithal to actually laugh at you, but she’s easily cut off when you buck your hips up. She lets out a breathless sigh and grips tighter to your leg. “I’m close,” You barely hear her between the panting breaths. By now she’s managed to sag forward, head hovering over yours. Her eyes are bright an unfocused as she stares down at your face with parted lips. It’s a beautiful sight that’s only improved when her cheeks flush and her lashes flutter in pleasure as she comes hard against you. Amber collapses on top of you in a sweaty heap of shuddering limbs. “Wait!” You whine indignantly as you’re denied yet another orgasm. Amber acknowledges your unhappiness with a soft hum and moves to alleviate the problem. It takes her a few moments to maneuver herself low enough on the couch to suck your clit between her lips, but your reaction is immediate. Your back arches high off the couch with a high pitched whine. Amber giggles at the reaction she incited, eyes gleaming with bright satisfaction. You nudge her shoulder with you thigh. “You’re not very nice, you know.” You quip. She pulls away to rest her head on your thigh. “I’m not?” “No! If you don’t let me come I swear I’ll just do it myself.” She just raises an amused brow at you. “That’s not much of a punishment if I’d enjoy watching.” She’s already enjoying herself too much with her teasing. You can feel the buzz that had been tingling enticingly in every part of your body slowly leech away the longer she revels in your anger. Thoroughly annoyed by her teasing, you move your hand between your legs to tease at your clit. Amber watches you touch yourself with a renewed spark in her eyes. By the time you’re actually come with a long, loud moan she looks ready to kill. Your hand is knocked away quickly only to be replaced by her mouth. You whimper at the sensitive feeling of her tongue tracing rough shapes against your sensitive pearl directly after you’ve just come down from your long-awaited high, but Amber persists. Her eyes lock heatedly on yours as she brings you to the brink of a second orgasm only to pull away once again. She waits for you to move, a protest on the tip of your tongue before returning her mouth to your heat and letting you come on her tongue. The second orgasm knocks the air out of your lungs. When you finally stop shaking you can barely string enough words together to inquire about her odd behavior. “What had you so worked up in the first place. You don’t usually get like this just from thinking of me.” You asks after your heart has stopped thundering in your chest. “Oh,” Amber nods to herself like she’s just remembered something, “I have good news.” “And what would that be?” You’re well aware that she and Sun Young are gearing up for a Station single release. Maybe they found out their official release date. “My manager came to me this morning during filming. SM finally conceded. We can go public!”
