S-C-A-N-D-A-L-O-U-S (SMUT)
Title: SCANDALOUS (Part 2/2) - SMUT SCENE
Pairing/Characters: KyuMin, HanChul, YeWook, ZhouRy (or is it HenMi?), Amber
Rating: NC-17 (contains SMUT)
Genre: Gender-bender crossdressing!AU, smut, romance and crack.
Summary: Kyuhyun’s roommate drags him to a Gay Bar where he meets a very interesting lesbian.
A/n: This is the brain child of re-watching Intimate Note and listening to “Damn You Look Good and I’m Drunk (Scandalous)” by Cobra Starship on repeat. Damn that Lee Sungmin for looking better than me in a skirt… Sorry that I've been AWOL for a while... Here's my present for making you wait!
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Don`t ask me to sign your skin,
Can`t you see these little kids? I`m honestly not interested.
And you`re the kinda girl I`d take home to mom,
If my momma was dead.
Kyuhyun had dreamed of touching and caressing the soft milky white thighs that lay beneath the material that hung just past the object of his desire’s knees. He’d dreamed of kissing the pouty lips, running his fingers through his dark hair, pounding into his petite frame like there was no tomorrow, licking his-
“Um, Kyu?” Sungmin smiled sheepishly up at the younger man, who was still taller than him even though he was the one wearing heels, when they had stopped at the car.
“Yeah, Min?”
“… Where exactly are we going?”
‘Oh, right’
“Well, get into my car and I’ll just take you there…” ‘Heechul had better not care that I have his car… wait a second… keys!’ Kyuhyun palmed his body and quickly found keys in the pocket of his suit jacket. ‘When the hell…?’
“It’s a really nice car…” Sungmin admired the car.
“Nice to know you are actually a boy,” Kyuhyun smirked. Sungmin lightly hit him on the arm.
“I only like expensive European models. Not my fault you own an Audi, is it?”
“Does this give me a higher rating?”
“Depends. Do you give good head?”
If Kyuhyun had been drinking anything at this point in time, he would have drenched Sungmin’s outfit twice over. This, however, wouldn’t have necessarily been a bad thing. Sadly, Kyuhyun was not drinking.
“We’ll see, shall we?” Kyuhyun decided not answering the question was the best way to answer. Sungmin agreed apparently.
“Good, let’s go!”
Both males lowered themselves into the car, leaving Kyuhyun to wonder how Heechul knew that Kyuhyun would ‘borrow’ his car, and how Heechul had the uncanny ability to know everything about Sungmin.
“I slept with Heechul before…”
Kyuhyun’s eyes almost popped out, as he gaped at the male.
Sungmin shrugged. “Thought I’d tell you before you found out anyway. Ever wonder why we’re classified arch rivals?”
Kyuhyun shook his head. “I don’t care, honestly. I’m assuming it’s because neither of you could decide who was better in bed… as long as you’re less temperamental then the Diva, I could care less if you looked like Zhoumi.”
“You’d rather fuck Zhoumi?”
“Nah, I’d rather have you the way you are. Zhoumi is just… too flamboyant for me.”
“Couldn’t have said it better myself.”
The finally rounded one of the last corners before the apartments when Sungmin decided he couldn’t relax any longer and keep up with idle chit chat.
No good,
You`re up to no good,
But damn you look good and I`m drawn.
Now you got me kinda thinking like maybe I would.
So hard to be good,
It`s so hard to be good.
Kyuhyun found it rather hard to drive with Sungmin’s face in his crotch.
“Min!” he hissed, steering around the final corner, before pulling up at the apartment car park.
“Hmmmf?” Sungmin muttered around the bulge his mouth was covering. He’d managed to unzip the fly of Kyuhyun’s dress pants and attack his mouth to the front of his boxer-briefs, leaving a rather large wet patch, and Kyuhyun wasn’t sure whether he’d contributed to that at all.
“Why… What…?”
Pulling his head away from Kyuhyun’s nether regions, he looked into Kyuhyun’s brown eyes. In Sungmin’s eyes, Kyuhyun saw plenty of emotions, but the one would take up say about ninety-nine percent of his highly dilated pupils would be the strange emotion called lust that Kyuhyun had never seen nor experienced before.
“I can’t wait any longer, either you do me here or I’ll jack myself off, you have a choice. I want your answer in five... four… -“ Sungmin didn’t get to finish counting when Kyuhyun’s mouth covered his own, effectively answering for him.
Seconds later highly experienced fingers danced down Kyuhyun’s jacket, undoing his tie and buttons in mere moments as though they were simply paper being cut by a pair of scissors. Kyuhyun pulled away from Sungmin’s lips to get to trying to remove the dress, however all hope was lost. Who knew that Lolita dolls had so much lace and buttons and zips and studs and clasps and…
“Help me get this off you or I swear I will rip it!” Kyuhyun groaned exasperatedly. Sungmin smirked.
“If you rip it, you are buying Heechul a new one; and I can’t undo it.”
“What do you mean you can’t undo it!?”
“Just what I said. It’s a bitch, literally, to put on and take off. Why do you think Heechul and Hangeng had to help me put it on?”
‘So that’s where they went…’
“But how am I…?”
“Hush, baby, I’ll show you. These stockings aren’t attached to the dress you know.”
Sungmin turned around and deftly pulled the stocking down to his knees, where his skirt stopped and Kyuhyun watched him, panting lightly at the sight. Finally, when Sungmin was satisfied where they sat he turned back to Kyuhyun before launching himself at the younger male and straddling his hips, resting his derrière against the steering wheel. Thankfully the horn was disengaged or else there would be a whole lot of sound to their activities that wasn’t Sungmin’s moans, and Kyuhyun wouldn’t have wanted that.
“Min… ah…” Sungmin’s lips had finally attached themselves to Kyuhyun’s right nipple, while his hands that had done a marvelous job at removing the offending clothing beforehand, started to lightly pinch at the left one. Continuously pressing his hips down, removing his buttocks off of the steering wheel and placing greater than necessary pressure onto a certain area lead Kyuhyun’s brain down a long and winding spiral known as “sexual pleasure”. This was a path less trodden.
Sungmin’s smirked around the now highly erect nipple each time Kyuhyun couldn’t hold back a moan from the intense feeling Sungmin’s own gyrating hips were giving him.
“Just you wait until the real fun starts, Kyu-ah!” Sungmin squeaked, finally pulling away from the hardened nubs and latching himself once again onto Kyuhyun’s lips, his hips still grinding down into Kyuhyun’s.
Kyuhyun’s fly was still down, and the feeling of Sungmin moving directly down onto his most sensitive area nearly had him going wild. Finally, with about as much brain power as it takes him to solve a maths equation, he figured out that he could probably get further in the long-term if he stopped Sungmin in his tracks. Reaching up and placing both of his hands on either side of his waist, Kyuhyun used a strength he didn’t know he had to restrain a male who should’ve been able to twist his arm backwards into a pretzel, and stopped the grinding, giving his poor groin a rest and letting Sungmin be the one to moan, heatedly, into his mouth.
Neither of them were thinking at the point, causing Sungmin to hike up his dress slightly and allow Kyuhyun to take in the sight of ‘little Sungmin’ standing proud and fully erect under the lace underskirt.
“No underwear?” he smirked. Sungmin blushed and looked away, before using his other hand that wasn’t holding the dress up to push the back of his head closer to his crotch. Getting the message quickly, Kyuhyun patiently opened his mouth and allowed the intruding appendage to invade his mouth. Not that he minded.
“So… good!” Sungmin ‘squealed’, entwining his fingers in the curls that had formed at the back of Kyuhyun’s head (He needed to get a haircut), holding him in place before pushing his dick further inside Kyuhyun’s mouth and force-fucking it.
“Oh… more…” Sungmin moaned, like a whore, while Kyuhyun could subconsciously feel his gag-reflex working overtime.
Lucky for him, lust worked the same way for him as when he was drunk, so he barely registered its existence.
“Kyu… I’m gonna…” Kyuhyun forced his head backwards, out of Min’s grasp, effectively pulling the head of his cock past his lips, before reaching up a hand and grasping it like a vice causing Sungmin to whine.
“We don’t want the fun to end so quickly, do we?” Kyuhyun smirked. Sungmin had a look of discomfort on his face at being denied, but nodded.
“You learn fast…” he mumbled before reaching his hands down and easily pulling Kyuhyun’s member free of his boxer-briefs.
Easing his hand painfully slowly down the shaft, Kyuhyun shivered impatiently under Sungmin.
“Don’t rush me, or you’ll have to finish yourself, Kyu!” Sungmin still had enough presence of mind to make fun of him. Kyuhyun wanted to put a stop to that, soon.
“Do you have any… lube?” Sungmin asked suddenly. It seemed he finally realized he’d left his purse back at the club. Kyuhyun shook his head, confused. Sungmin sighed.
“Looks like we’ll have to improvise…” taking his own fingers into his mouth and sucking, Kyuhyun began to get a vague idea what was going on. After about a minute of furious sucking and Kyuhyun looking on hungrily, Sungmin deemed his fingers wet enough.
“And now we… ugh…” Sungmin trailed his hand under the dress again and around to his behind, immediately stuffing himself full of two fingers, right off the bat. Kyuhyun gasped.
“Doesn’t that hurt?”
“Would you rather take me unprepared? You are such a newbie… un… ahh…” Sungmin moaned into the stretching feeling he gave himself.
Kyuhyun, on the other hand, could not believe that the man he’d dreamed about, had jerked off to for the last week, was straddling his hips, hovering mere centimeters off his cock and finger-fucking himself into oblivion.
He stopped himself having conscious thoughts for all of three seconds before forcibly pulling Sungmin’s hand away from his hole, causing the older, albeit smaller, male to cry out.
“Kyu~…” he whined, before Kyuhyun gave him all of five seconds before he’d pushed the boy down onto his throbbing erection.
“Kyu!” Sungmin cried, trying to adjust to the feeling of being torn from the inside out. Kyuhyun on the other hand was fighting just as hard with the fact that he needed to buck up into that warm heat enveloping his penis.
“Why did you… just… ooh… Kyuhyun… you’re a… kinky… bastard!” Sungmin was still getting used to the intrusion. Normally he would’ve been fine with limited preparation or even none at all, but Kyuhyun seemed somehow… bigger than the others.
“Can you start moving… now?” Kyuhyun was nearly panting, almost matching the large intakes of air that Sungmin was taking.
“Yes!” Sungmin nearly screamed pulling himself almost completely off of Kyuhyun before starting to ride him slowly. The frilly skirt covered all of the action from Kyuhyun’s view, but he could see the intense pleasure in Sungmin’s face and feel the clenching around his member that made him aware of the happenings under the lacy trap.
“Faster Min… please…” Kyuhyun begged as Sungmin let him in shallowly before pulling off again.
“This is punishment for not letting me prep properly!” Sungmin sing-songed, pushing down slightly lower than before. Kyuhyun sure as hell wasn’t patient for the thing that he had been waiting an entire week to lay his hands on.
One swift buck of his hips and he was fully seated inside Sungmin whose back had arched.
“Did I find it?” Kyuhyun asked. Sungmin gaped.
“No one has ever… found my… spot that quickly bef - oh God stop hitting there!” Sungmin yelled as Kyuhyun bucked up repeatedly; Sungmin continued his riding, faster than before - his skirt bouncing wildly. The blunt tip of Kyuhyun’s cock repeatedly rubbing against a small collection of nerves inside of Sungmin that had him just about screaming at the intense pleasure that washed over him.
“So, do you think… I know… a thing or two?” Kyuhyun taunted, teasingly grabbing aimlessly underneath Sungmin’s skirt until his hand wrapped around something long, hard and dribbling.
“… Omigod… yes! Ugh… Do that again!” Sungmin bucked into the hand, as well as riding Kyuhyun’s member. Kyuhyun smirked, before all brain function was once again lost and he was reduced to incessant moans occasionally containing actual words including the lovely vocabulary of “fuck”, “shit”, “Min” and “more”, respectively.
“Kyu… uuuu… I think I’m gonna… oh god… uhah… I’m gonna… come…”
“Can… you hold on… a bit… longer?” Kyuhyun’s voice was tired, but Sungmin was still riding him, hard and fast, with Kyuhyun himself occasionally bucking up into the nice heat.
“I… don’t think so… AH! KYU!!!” Sungmin spilled himself against the skirt and Kyuhyun’s hand. Normally, had they both been not in the heat of the moment, Sungmin may have replied with something like, “Oh, I guess I’m going to have to get this dry cleaned before I return it,” but as both of them really couldn’t care less, they ignored it.
Kyuhyun was still going; thrusting into Sungmin’s spent body, the latter having practically collapsed against his body after his orgasm.
“Come for me, Kyu…” Sungmin whispered into his ear, his body still tingling as Kyuhyun hit his abused prostate with scary accuracy and precision. Kyuhyun felt Sungmin bite on his earlobe, lick his neck and move his hands through his hair. It wasn’t until Sungmin blew over the place just under his ear and said, “I like you like this… hot, sweaty… manly…” that Kyuhyun finally blew his top and rode out the pure bliss that was his first ever sexually stimulated orgasm with another person. Not that he didn't count the numerous handjobs he'd given himself thinking about Sungmin, but this one proved to be so much better in the long term.
S-C-A-N-D to the A to the L-O-U-S
I can`t handle it, I can`t handle it.
“Kyuhyun…” Sungmin mumbled, pressing a warm hand onto the younger male’s chest, moving slightly so his back wasn’t pressed to close to the steering wheel. Kyuhyun looked down at him.
“Hmmm?”
“Next time I say Heechul isn’t allowed to dress you, don’t let him.”
Kyuhyun groaned.
Damn, that girl she`s scandalous.
Extra:
Zhoumi walked over to Henry devilishly, licking his lips and staring the younger boy down; all the while, Henry was talking to Amber in English about something Canada related.
“Oh Henry…”Henry gulped and turned behind him to face the tall she-man.
“Yes... uh… Mimi?”
“Looky what I found!” Without wasting a second Zhoumi held up what appeared to be a woman’s purse and a thong. Henry blushed.
“What… the hell… are those?”
“Well this is a tho-“
“No, I meant why you have them!?” Henry exploded. Zhoumi blinked.
“Well why didn’t you say so? I found them in the back room!”
Amber giggled in a manly way before entering the lovers’ conversation.
“Mimi, I know who owns them!”
“…Oh really, who?”
“Probably some poor girl who’d been ravished back there!” Henry huffed, turning back towards the bar.
“Nuh-uh, baby, more like some lucky boy who wants to be ravished.”
“What do you mean?” Henry asked, confused.
“These are Sungmin’s?”
“Bingo!”
“How did you get that they belong to Sungmin from that statement? You know what? On second thoughts… I don’t want to know!”
Zhoumi looked at the thong and the purse evilly before cornering his prey.
“We are gonna have so much fun tonight, Henry…