Exo Imagines

149. Devine Flavour (Kris)

WARNING: SMUT ALERT! Proceed with caution!

Requested by @Berryluv03

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"I'm naked."

Kris' eyes widen at your sensually whisper words, his fingers gripping his phone tighter as he fidgeted in his spot in the car.

"And I'm waiting for you."

His eyes widen even further, his mobile slipping in his palm slightly as a thin layer of sweat built up on his soft skin. He crossed his right leg over his left and squeezed his thighs together. Hard. His Adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he swallowed.

"Yeah?" He managed to gasp past the golf ball sized lump lodged in the back of his throat, his voice noticeably rising a couple pitches.

"So," you start, a seductive smile playing on your lips. "Are you going to stay on the phone all day or are you going to come home and fuck me?"

Kris dropped the phone from his ear to press the speaker to his shoulder, his vice becoming muffled, but still understandable as he shot forwards on his spot on the back seat, poking his head through the gap between the drivers side and passenger side seats to say, "We need to make a detour," in a flurry of words to his driver, the well dressed gentleman nodding as he proceeded to flick on his left hand side indicator, following to route to the house you and Kris shared after the young actor told his chauffeur where he wished to go.

When the sparkling black Bentley parked up on the large curved drive outside his house, Kris didn't even wait for him to pull to a complete stop and apply his handbrake before unbuckling his seatbelt and forcing his way out of the door. He impatiently tapped against the drivers window, tapping his foot as he watched the pain of glass slide down irritatingly slowly. He practically threw a large bill at his driver, encourage g him that he should, "go get a coffee," instead of waiting outside the building because he was, "going to be a while."

The driver obliged, flicked the button that controlled the window and set off slowly down the drive and back to the main road, turning left towards the late night café.

Kris sprinted up the steps and towards the large double entrance doors, fumbling to get the key into the lock, pushing it open with force, kicking it back closed with the soul of his glossy, leather Oxford dress shoes.

By the time he got to the bedroom door, he was panting heavily, although he was a very fit young man jumping up three steps at a time and running down a thirty meter long hallway was bound to knock you breathless. He gingerly placed his hand against the brass knob and twisted, easing it open with nothing more than his fingertips placed against the thick oak.

"(y/n,) he spoke softly, his voice softer than a whisper.

You didn't say a word, you just lay there on your cotton sheets, silently giggling to yourself, pulling the sheets over your bare body to cover your promiscuous areas, your long legs, stomach and cleavage still on full show.

Kris appeared from behind the door, his eyes glued to your beautiful body, his normally very breathable black tailored trousers seems to strangulate him. "Well," he muttered, his voice cracking as his eyes rolled down to gaze upon your legs, him unconsciously running his tongue over his top lip.

You smiled your beautiful smile, slowly, and elegantly standing up off the bed, carrying the thin white cotton sheet with you, it still hiding your voluptuous breasts and buttocks. You slowly made your was over to you, stride by stride, your legs crossing over each other slightly as you walked, your inner model shining through. You stopped when you reached the end of the large queen sized bed, Kris stood no more than two meters away. You shrugged the sheet off your shoulder, revealing your long neck and sleek collar bone, the sheet easing its way down your body as you loosened your grip, it slipping off to reveal your well rounded, perky chest, flat stomach and finally down and over your pelvis.

Kris eyes every inch of you. "Damn," he mumbled appreciatively, biting down on his lip. "The things I'm going to do to you."

"Bring it on, big boy," you teased and as soon as the corners of your mouth pulled into a smile and your teeth nibbled at your lower lip, Kris lunged.

His large hards cupping your small waist, him hauling you off the floor with relative ease to throw you down onto the soft mattress, his nose brushing down your neck and collar bone to let his tongue and teeth nibble and flick at your nipple. "You taste Devine," he gasps, as his free hand brushing up your thigh, his clothes member grinding between your legs, his fingers easing their way between your thighs.

You gasped.

He smirked.

His fingers moving faster and deeper. He pulls his fingers out from within you. "Look at this," he growls sexily, his fingers rubbing together, examining the moisture left on the tips on his index and forefinger. "Somebody's a little excited?"

"Me?" You scoff, reaching your hand down you rub against his enlarged package. "What about you?"

Kris crashed his lips to yours, his tongue playing for entrance to your mouth. Begging. Pleading. You obliged and parted your lips to allow his tongue a gateway in, his soft lips still moving against yours and he licked your lower lip enticingly.

Unable to control his animalistic urged and further, he pushed up off your naked body and tore off his expensive silk shirt, 'I'll just buy another' he though to himself. 'She's so fucking worth it'. His fingers fumbled as the buckled of his leather belt, him finally managing to loosen it with a helping hand from you. You were up, resting on your elbows, watching him with eager eyes and damp lips as he unzipped his trousers, yanking them down along with his Calvin Klein boxers, his member springing free.

"Oh god, yes," you gasp and you reach out and grasp ahold of his impressive Johnson. "I hope your ready for this," you tease, looking up into his eyes, licking your lips erotically before taking him all in.

His head was thrown back as he inhaled a large lungs worth of oxygen, gasping as your warm lips surrounded him, his fingers toying with the soft, wavy strands of your silky hair, his gripping slightly, urging you to take him deeper and faster.

You giggle and his knees begin to buckle before you, your tongue still licking and flicking around his rock hard member. "Oh god," he growled deep in his throat, his dick started to throb at the base when one of your small, gentle hands grabbed his shaft and started to pump, working a rhythm out with the bobbing of your head and jerking of your wrist. "Don't stop!" He begged, his voice strained, it seeming like he was holding back.

You slowly pull your head back and remove him from your mouth, giving his tip s little flick with your tongue before giving him an erotic smile with seductively narrowed eyes. "Dint hold yourself back," you tell him as a sexual mutter. "There so much more waiting for you after this," you finish as his knee up, your hand stocking over your own breasts, your fingers trailing down the valley between your ample bosom and down over your navel. "You've got all this to come," you whisper as your fingers play between your own legs.

Kris pushes you back so you're sprawled naked across the mattress, him clambering over you, his head resting above yours, gifting you with a wet, passionate kiss before growling, "Where do I begin?"

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Sorry not sorry! XD

(Next imagine posted when this one gets 300+ reads)