Fic: In Which Kyu is an Overpriced Whore
Title: In Which Kyu is an Overpriced Whore
Author: kayevelyn
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: KyuMin
Rating: +17
Summary: hooker!au Kyuhyun is an overpriced whore and Sungmin is willing to steal for it.
Notes: BLAME umberela! SHE IS THE ROOT OF ALL BAD THINGS :| THIS WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE A FULL BLOWN AU BUT SOMEHOW THIS WHORE MADE IT SO :| So... after I post Qmi!teacher later this week, there will be more of this :\ It was loosely inspired by the new MV, but I don't think you can really tell where it got that inspiration.
The bar was already pretty rundown when Sungmin was hired, but the boss said that was what he got for having to pay bartenders a bigger wage to put up with the crap they had to deal with. Sungmin didn’t think it was that much, as he pocketed another bill, ringing up the drink just ordered at a lower price. Even with tip he had barely made rent last month, and he was rooming with someone. He didn’t feel as guilty as he had the first time he did this. Now all he had to do was remember how much he owed his roommate and the money slipped easier into his pocket.
Someone new walked in, and Sungmin watched the man walk stiffly across the bar until he was opposite the door. Sungmin didn’t bother telling him there was no waitress, they learned soon enough. Most of the time they weren’t even here to drink. Sungmin glanced to the table in back, where he sat.
Sungmin had never really paid him much mind in the beginning. He never came up to the bar, even though he could technically count as a regular. Normally Sungmin noticed him come in after eleven, and take a seat in his spot, in between what Sungmin guessed were his friends: the one with the spaced out look and that creepy fucker. Creepy guy would smoke through a pack of cigarettes in one night, lounging against the plastic booth while him and spaced out guy took turns getting up and leaving.
It had taken Sungmin a full two nights to finally work out what they were doing once he started to notice him, but as he watched him leave with one man, return alone, leave with another man, return alone, leave with his arm tossed over the shoulder of some woman who wandered in, return alone and pocketing a wad of cash, well, Sungmin worked it out. He’d spent one night counting how many times he left the booth between eleven and closing, at five a.m., and he’d made eight trips outside, though Sungmin almost wanted to count that one with the two men twice.
Sungmin had seen him nursing his wrist after that one and creepy guy just stubbed out his cigarette and looked at it, frowning before getting up for once. He came back shoved some extra cash into his hand. The boy had smirked and continued to rub at his wrist.
Sungmin watched this for a month, and it went on every night but Tuesdays, because even whores need a night off Sungmin supposed. He finally approached the bar one night near closing, as Sungmin was scrubbing furiously at the linoleum top. He put down a couple bills, nodding towards the beer on tap.
“Celebrating?” Sungmin asked, watching the beer fill the glass to the rim. When he looked at the boy, probably too tall to be considered a boy, and model thin, he saw him frowning. Sungmin put the glass down and took up the money. “It’s just, you’ve been in here all month and never stopped to buy a drink.”
The boy nodded, picking up his glass and taking a long sip. Sungmin watched his throat fascinated. He spoke when he put his glass down. “Can’t drink on the job now can I?”
Sungmin swallowed as he watched the boy lean forward and the thought shot through him before he could stop it. Was he still working? “Working?” He managed to ask without sounding like an outright ass.
The boy smirked. “I read fortunes.”
Sungmin tried not to laugh as he watched him walk away, back to his table. He watched him a lot more after that. Didn’t help him learn much because all the boy did each night was come in, sit down, and then leave routinely with clients.
The one he had just walked in from had been a woman, they had started to become more frequent and Sungmin nodded to him, not really expecting a response. The boy nodded back though, throwing himself down into the booth. Creepy guy didn’t look at him, too busy trying to blow smoke rings at the ceiling. Sungmin watched the boy fidget as his face kept contorting, somewhere between disgusted and amused. He smacked his lips and wiped them with the back of his hand. Sungmin tilted his head to the side as he dried a glass.
The boy sat there, stewing for a good minute more before finally he stood, palms flat against the table and he made his way up to the bar. He took a seat and glared at Sungmin.
“Water.”
Sungmin couldn’t help but laugh as he filling a glass with water and watched the boy guzzle it down and slam it on the bar. Sungmin refilled it.
“Do you need a mint?” The glare that Sungmin got was enough to know he was right as the boy drank the new glass of water. Sungmin laughed again as he picked up another glass. “Guess it’s one of the hazards of the job.”
“Are you always this chatty? I’ve never seen you talk like this to customers before.” The boy paused and pushed the glass back to Sungmin for another refill. “Stop it. I don’t come here to chat.”
Sungmin knew he should have felt stung by the boy’s words but he just laughed and filled the glass back up. “I’m paid to be chatty to customers.”
The boy gave him a snide look. “I’m not a customer. I’m self-employed.”
“I remember, fortune telling.” Sungmin nodded as he spoke as watched the boy’s throat as it swallowed gulp after gulp of water. “I’m Sungmin, by the way.” He pointed to his name tag that could barely be read in the dim light of the bar. The boy didn’t try to look. “This is generally where you tell me yours.”
The boy had stopped listening to him somewhere in the middle of his sentence and he pushed the glass back towards Sungmin. Sungmin watched a guy leave the bar and the boy sighed.
“Back on the clock. Destinies to fulfill and all.” He waved Sungmin off as he stood up and headed to the door.
Sungmin shook his head and emptied out the glass of water. At least it was something.
Sungmin wouldn’t say he started talking regularly with the boy, whose name he still hadn’t learned, though he now knew that spaced out boy was named Donghae and creepy guy was named Yesung, but they were talking. Or at least acknowledging each other. He even came up to the bar more than once a month to buy a drink.
“How much would it cost for me to fuck you?” Sungmin finally asked one night, right near closing, after the boy had bought his drink. He’d been wondering, after he had walked outside to take out the trash while he was doing business and witnessed first hand exactly how good his mouth was. If the way the man gripped his hair and thrust harder into his mouth said anything.
“You can’t afford me.” He let out a laugh.
Sungmin rolled his eyes. “What? So you overcharge?”
He looked at Sungmin contemplatively and then he shrugged, fingers curling around the glass. “One hundred thousand won for head, one fifty for me to fuck you, two hundred to fuck me. If I feel generous, and you’re strapped for cash, fifty and I’ll use my hands.” Sungmin was mentally counting up how much he had stashed away in his pocket as he heard the amounts.
“And I take it if I want more than one it’s added on.”
He laughed. “Exactly. And don’t try to short change me, or Yesung will have to break your fingers.”
Sungmin couldn’t stop the wince that went through him at the thought of having anything broken by Yesung. He looked around the bar, there were only Donghae, Yesung and the boy. Sungmin tapped his finger on the bar. “You still on the clock?”
He laughed and held out his hand. “You got money?”
Sungmin rolled his eyes. “I like knowing whose name I’m supposed to call out.”
The boy smirked. “That’s the beauty of fucking me. You can call out whatever name you want.”
“But I only want to call out your name. Make you feel special.” Sungmin cocked his head to the side, smiling nice and wide.
He rolled his eyes. “Just pick a name, or don’t pay me and don’t fuck me.”
“Give me a name. I’ll give you three hundred fifty.” Sungmin knew he would regret it, and he really hoped his boss didn’t check the books for the next couple months as he tried to put the money back into the account.
The boy leaned back. “Money first.” Sungmin sighed and handed over the money, pulling it out of his pocket and counting it carefully. The boy counted it for himself and then tucked it away. “Call me Kui Xian.”
Sungmin balked. “Kui Xian? What? That’s not even Korean.”
Kui Xian smirked, standing up. “Take it or leave it. I’ll be waiting.” He flashed Sungmin a grin as he sauntered out the door.
Sungmin sighed and pointed to Yesung and Donghae as he left. “Make sure the place doesn’t burn down.” Both of them shrugged as he left, turning the corner so he was in the alleyway. Kui Xian was already waiting for him, staring at his feet against the cement.
Sungmin took a moment to just look at him, tall and lanky and fucking hot under the streetlights. And for the next however many minutes Sungmin would be allowed to do whatever he wanted with him. He was going to savor this because he wasn’t sure when he would be able to afford it next.
Kui Xian had a lazy smirk on his face as Sungmin pinned him against the wall, and he was hit with the truth about their height difference. He realized he didn’t care though as he grabbed the back of Kui Xian’s neck and kissed him, hard.
Sungmin wasn’t sure which one of them moaned, it was probably him, and he was already getting hard as he rubbed himself against Kui Xian’s thigh. He gasped, breaking the kiss, as Kui Xian rolled his hips back, hand coming down to grip Sungmin’s waist.
“Fuck,” he whispered, tossing his head back, and he bucked his hips when Kui Xian bit down into his neck. He grabbed his by the hair, pulling him up so he could slam their lips together and he rolled his hips again, finally feeling Kui Xian’s erection through their jeans. He grinned.
Kui Xian’s eyes were dark when they broke apart panting and it took Sungmin a moment before he settled on what he wanted Kui Xian to do next. He grabbed his shoulders, pushing down and Kui Xian went, sinking to his knees and pushing Sungmin against the wall. Sungmin spread his legs as Kui Xian rested his hands on his inner thighs, and he waited, sucking in air because he knew if he didn’t he’d probably pass out before anything happened.
Kui Xian’s hand brushed against his cock, and Sungmin groaned as he felt the zipper come down. The pressure eased off of his cock and he couldn’t stop the thrusting of his hips as he waited for Kui Xian to start to do something.
He looked down, watched as Kui Xian’s hands came up and he leaned forward, licking his lips. Sungmin wasn't sure he would be able to watch, but he wanted to, so badly. He needed to watch, because he didn’t know when he could see it next. If he would ever see it again.
Kui Xian leaned forward and the first touch of his tongue had Sungmin’s head hitting the brick of the wall.
“Fuck,” he gasped, hips bucking into Kui Xian’s mouth. He felt teeth graze lightly on the underside and he moaned, tangling his fingers in his hair and pulling hard so Kui Xian would swallow him.
He hit the back of Kui Xian’s throat and, fuck it had been too long. He pulled his head back, eyes shut, and he just focused on the feeling of making Kui Xian suck him off. Kui Xian’s hands dropped from his thighs and he let himself be used by Sungmin and it was the hottest feeling to be in control and able to do this to someone, someone like Kui Xian who was always snarky, and Sungmin felt himself get close very fast.
He yanked Kui Xian’s head back, wrapping his hand around the base of his cock and jacking off, watching at the come hit Kui Xian’s cheek, his face. Sungmin gasped, sagging back against the wall. He had let go of Kui Xian’s hair, both hands falling limp to the side as he tried to catch his breath. He needed to rest for a moment before returning the favor and fucking Kui Xian into the wall.
He opened his eyes at the sound of Kui Xian moving and he frowned as he saw him wiping the come off his face with the sleeve of his jacket. Kui Xian stood up, dusting off his pants. Sungmin grinned lazily.
“You’re good.”
“I’ve worked hard to become so.” Kui Xian’s face was back to his casual smirk as he stretched his arms. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Sungmin blinked. “Wait.” He shuffled forward, pants still around his ankles and he grabbed Kui Xian’s wrist, pulling him back. “I wasn’t finished.” He leaned in, going to nip at Kui Xian’s neck because he hadn’t done that yet and he had wanted to.
“No,” Kui Xian said softly, grabbing onto Sungmin’s shoulders to try and make him step back. “You already came.”
Sungmin laughed low in his throat, biting into Kui Xian’s earlobe. “Doesn’t mean I can’t again. I didn’t get to fuck you yet.” He laughed again, already knowing how he would do it as he leaned over, kissing Kui Xian hard on the mouth. He gasped as he was pushed away, surprised by Kui Xian’s strength.
“It’s my rule.” Kui Xian wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Don’t like it, you can take it up with Yesung.”
Sungmin balked. “But I paid-“
“You paid for one orgasm. You never specified what I was supposed to do prior so if you want something more, you pay for it.” Kui Xian turned his back and started to walk off. He paused and turned around. “This is nothing personal against you Sungmin. I like you, you’ve been really nice to me but this is a job and I have rules.”
Sungmin watched Kui Xian turn the corner and he slowly began to pull up his pants. By the time he had tucked himself back in, and steadied himself enough to walk around the corner Kui Xian, Yesung and Donghae were already leaving, Yesung lighting up another cigarette. They waved to him, Donghae tossing his arm over Kui Xian’s shoulder and chatting happily about something.
Sungmin shook his head and started to close the bar for the night.
Author: kayevelyn
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: KyuMin
Rating: +17
Summary: hooker!au Kyuhyun is an overpriced whore and Sungmin is willing to steal for it.
Notes: BLAME umberela! SHE IS THE ROOT OF ALL BAD THINGS :| THIS WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE A FULL BLOWN AU BUT SOMEHOW THIS WHORE MADE IT SO :| So... after I post Qmi!teacher later this week, there will be more of this :\ It was loosely inspired by the new MV, but I don't think you can really tell where it got that inspiration.
The bar was already pretty rundown when Sungmin was hired, but the boss said that was what he got for having to pay bartenders a bigger wage to put up with the crap they had to deal with. Sungmin didn’t think it was that much, as he pocketed another bill, ringing up the drink just ordered at a lower price. Even with tip he had barely made rent last month, and he was rooming with someone. He didn’t feel as guilty as he had the first time he did this. Now all he had to do was remember how much he owed his roommate and the money slipped easier into his pocket.
Someone new walked in, and Sungmin watched the man walk stiffly across the bar until he was opposite the door. Sungmin didn’t bother telling him there was no waitress, they learned soon enough. Most of the time they weren’t even here to drink. Sungmin glanced to the table in back, where he sat.
Sungmin had never really paid him much mind in the beginning. He never came up to the bar, even though he could technically count as a regular. Normally Sungmin noticed him come in after eleven, and take a seat in his spot, in between what Sungmin guessed were his friends: the one with the spaced out look and that creepy fucker. Creepy guy would smoke through a pack of cigarettes in one night, lounging against the plastic booth while him and spaced out guy took turns getting up and leaving.
It had taken Sungmin a full two nights to finally work out what they were doing once he started to notice him, but as he watched him leave with one man, return alone, leave with another man, return alone, leave with his arm tossed over the shoulder of some woman who wandered in, return alone and pocketing a wad of cash, well, Sungmin worked it out. He’d spent one night counting how many times he left the booth between eleven and closing, at five a.m., and he’d made eight trips outside, though Sungmin almost wanted to count that one with the two men twice.
Sungmin had seen him nursing his wrist after that one and creepy guy just stubbed out his cigarette and looked at it, frowning before getting up for once. He came back shoved some extra cash into his hand. The boy had smirked and continued to rub at his wrist.
Sungmin watched this for a month, and it went on every night but Tuesdays, because even whores need a night off Sungmin supposed. He finally approached the bar one night near closing, as Sungmin was scrubbing furiously at the linoleum top. He put down a couple bills, nodding towards the beer on tap.
“Celebrating?” Sungmin asked, watching the beer fill the glass to the rim. When he looked at the boy, probably too tall to be considered a boy, and model thin, he saw him frowning. Sungmin put the glass down and took up the money. “It’s just, you’ve been in here all month and never stopped to buy a drink.”
The boy nodded, picking up his glass and taking a long sip. Sungmin watched his throat fascinated. He spoke when he put his glass down. “Can’t drink on the job now can I?”
Sungmin swallowed as he watched the boy lean forward and the thought shot through him before he could stop it. Was he still working? “Working?” He managed to ask without sounding like an outright ass.
The boy smirked. “I read fortunes.”
Sungmin tried not to laugh as he watched him walk away, back to his table. He watched him a lot more after that. Didn’t help him learn much because all the boy did each night was come in, sit down, and then leave routinely with clients.
The one he had just walked in from had been a woman, they had started to become more frequent and Sungmin nodded to him, not really expecting a response. The boy nodded back though, throwing himself down into the booth. Creepy guy didn’t look at him, too busy trying to blow smoke rings at the ceiling. Sungmin watched the boy fidget as his face kept contorting, somewhere between disgusted and amused. He smacked his lips and wiped them with the back of his hand. Sungmin tilted his head to the side as he dried a glass.
The boy sat there, stewing for a good minute more before finally he stood, palms flat against the table and he made his way up to the bar. He took a seat and glared at Sungmin.
“Water.”
Sungmin couldn’t help but laugh as he filling a glass with water and watched the boy guzzle it down and slam it on the bar. Sungmin refilled it.
“Do you need a mint?” The glare that Sungmin got was enough to know he was right as the boy drank the new glass of water. Sungmin laughed again as he picked up another glass. “Guess it’s one of the hazards of the job.”
“Are you always this chatty? I’ve never seen you talk like this to customers before.” The boy paused and pushed the glass back to Sungmin for another refill. “Stop it. I don’t come here to chat.”
Sungmin knew he should have felt stung by the boy’s words but he just laughed and filled the glass back up. “I’m paid to be chatty to customers.”
The boy gave him a snide look. “I’m not a customer. I’m self-employed.”
“I remember, fortune telling.” Sungmin nodded as he spoke as watched the boy’s throat as it swallowed gulp after gulp of water. “I’m Sungmin, by the way.” He pointed to his name tag that could barely be read in the dim light of the bar. The boy didn’t try to look. “This is generally where you tell me yours.”
The boy had stopped listening to him somewhere in the middle of his sentence and he pushed the glass back towards Sungmin. Sungmin watched a guy leave the bar and the boy sighed.
“Back on the clock. Destinies to fulfill and all.” He waved Sungmin off as he stood up and headed to the door.
Sungmin shook his head and emptied out the glass of water. At least it was something.
Sungmin wouldn’t say he started talking regularly with the boy, whose name he still hadn’t learned, though he now knew that spaced out boy was named Donghae and creepy guy was named Yesung, but they were talking. Or at least acknowledging each other. He even came up to the bar more than once a month to buy a drink.
“How much would it cost for me to fuck you?” Sungmin finally asked one night, right near closing, after the boy had bought his drink. He’d been wondering, after he had walked outside to take out the trash while he was doing business and witnessed first hand exactly how good his mouth was. If the way the man gripped his hair and thrust harder into his mouth said anything.
“You can’t afford me.” He let out a laugh.
Sungmin rolled his eyes. “What? So you overcharge?”
He looked at Sungmin contemplatively and then he shrugged, fingers curling around the glass. “One hundred thousand won for head, one fifty for me to fuck you, two hundred to fuck me. If I feel generous, and you’re strapped for cash, fifty and I’ll use my hands.” Sungmin was mentally counting up how much he had stashed away in his pocket as he heard the amounts.
“And I take it if I want more than one it’s added on.”
He laughed. “Exactly. And don’t try to short change me, or Yesung will have to break your fingers.”
Sungmin couldn’t stop the wince that went through him at the thought of having anything broken by Yesung. He looked around the bar, there were only Donghae, Yesung and the boy. Sungmin tapped his finger on the bar. “You still on the clock?”
He laughed and held out his hand. “You got money?”
Sungmin rolled his eyes. “I like knowing whose name I’m supposed to call out.”
The boy smirked. “That’s the beauty of fucking me. You can call out whatever name you want.”
“But I only want to call out your name. Make you feel special.” Sungmin cocked his head to the side, smiling nice and wide.
He rolled his eyes. “Just pick a name, or don’t pay me and don’t fuck me.”
“Give me a name. I’ll give you three hundred fifty.” Sungmin knew he would regret it, and he really hoped his boss didn’t check the books for the next couple months as he tried to put the money back into the account.
The boy leaned back. “Money first.” Sungmin sighed and handed over the money, pulling it out of his pocket and counting it carefully. The boy counted it for himself and then tucked it away. “Call me Kui Xian.”
Sungmin balked. “Kui Xian? What? That’s not even Korean.”
Kui Xian smirked, standing up. “Take it or leave it. I’ll be waiting.” He flashed Sungmin a grin as he sauntered out the door.
Sungmin sighed and pointed to Yesung and Donghae as he left. “Make sure the place doesn’t burn down.” Both of them shrugged as he left, turning the corner so he was in the alleyway. Kui Xian was already waiting for him, staring at his feet against the cement.
Sungmin took a moment to just look at him, tall and lanky and fucking hot under the streetlights. And for the next however many minutes Sungmin would be allowed to do whatever he wanted with him. He was going to savor this because he wasn’t sure when he would be able to afford it next.
Kui Xian had a lazy smirk on his face as Sungmin pinned him against the wall, and he was hit with the truth about their height difference. He realized he didn’t care though as he grabbed the back of Kui Xian’s neck and kissed him, hard.
Sungmin wasn’t sure which one of them moaned, it was probably him, and he was already getting hard as he rubbed himself against Kui Xian’s thigh. He gasped, breaking the kiss, as Kui Xian rolled his hips back, hand coming down to grip Sungmin’s waist.
“Fuck,” he whispered, tossing his head back, and he bucked his hips when Kui Xian bit down into his neck. He grabbed his by the hair, pulling him up so he could slam their lips together and he rolled his hips again, finally feeling Kui Xian’s erection through their jeans. He grinned.
Kui Xian’s eyes were dark when they broke apart panting and it took Sungmin a moment before he settled on what he wanted Kui Xian to do next. He grabbed his shoulders, pushing down and Kui Xian went, sinking to his knees and pushing Sungmin against the wall. Sungmin spread his legs as Kui Xian rested his hands on his inner thighs, and he waited, sucking in air because he knew if he didn’t he’d probably pass out before anything happened.
Kui Xian’s hand brushed against his cock, and Sungmin groaned as he felt the zipper come down. The pressure eased off of his cock and he couldn’t stop the thrusting of his hips as he waited for Kui Xian to start to do something.
He looked down, watched as Kui Xian’s hands came up and he leaned forward, licking his lips. Sungmin wasn't sure he would be able to watch, but he wanted to, so badly. He needed to watch, because he didn’t know when he could see it next. If he would ever see it again.
Kui Xian leaned forward and the first touch of his tongue had Sungmin’s head hitting the brick of the wall.
“Fuck,” he gasped, hips bucking into Kui Xian’s mouth. He felt teeth graze lightly on the underside and he moaned, tangling his fingers in his hair and pulling hard so Kui Xian would swallow him.
He hit the back of Kui Xian’s throat and, fuck it had been too long. He pulled his head back, eyes shut, and he just focused on the feeling of making Kui Xian suck him off. Kui Xian’s hands dropped from his thighs and he let himself be used by Sungmin and it was the hottest feeling to be in control and able to do this to someone, someone like Kui Xian who was always snarky, and Sungmin felt himself get close very fast.
He yanked Kui Xian’s head back, wrapping his hand around the base of his cock and jacking off, watching at the come hit Kui Xian’s cheek, his face. Sungmin gasped, sagging back against the wall. He had let go of Kui Xian’s hair, both hands falling limp to the side as he tried to catch his breath. He needed to rest for a moment before returning the favor and fucking Kui Xian into the wall.
He opened his eyes at the sound of Kui Xian moving and he frowned as he saw him wiping the come off his face with the sleeve of his jacket. Kui Xian stood up, dusting off his pants. Sungmin grinned lazily.
“You’re good.”
“I’ve worked hard to become so.” Kui Xian’s face was back to his casual smirk as he stretched his arms. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Sungmin blinked. “Wait.” He shuffled forward, pants still around his ankles and he grabbed Kui Xian’s wrist, pulling him back. “I wasn’t finished.” He leaned in, going to nip at Kui Xian’s neck because he hadn’t done that yet and he had wanted to.
“No,” Kui Xian said softly, grabbing onto Sungmin’s shoulders to try and make him step back. “You already came.”
Sungmin laughed low in his throat, biting into Kui Xian’s earlobe. “Doesn’t mean I can’t again. I didn’t get to fuck you yet.” He laughed again, already knowing how he would do it as he leaned over, kissing Kui Xian hard on the mouth. He gasped as he was pushed away, surprised by Kui Xian’s strength.
“It’s my rule.” Kui Xian wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Don’t like it, you can take it up with Yesung.”
Sungmin balked. “But I paid-“
“You paid for one orgasm. You never specified what I was supposed to do prior so if you want something more, you pay for it.” Kui Xian turned his back and started to walk off. He paused and turned around. “This is nothing personal against you Sungmin. I like you, you’ve been really nice to me but this is a job and I have rules.”
Sungmin watched Kui Xian turn the corner and he slowly began to pull up his pants. By the time he had tucked himself back in, and steadied himself enough to walk around the corner Kui Xian, Yesung and Donghae were already leaving, Yesung lighting up another cigarette. They waved to him, Donghae tossing his arm over Kui Xian’s shoulder and chatting happily about something.
Sungmin shook his head and started to close the bar for the night.