Bet

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Title: Bet
Author: Me
Pairing: MirCheon
Genre: Smut, a bit of crack, Crossdressing
Rating: Nc-17
Warning: Stupid end XD
Disclaimer : I got nothing to persuade them to come to me...
Request for bismuth_raffles 
A/N : Excuse for crappy end? u.u I wrote this at 4am...*grins* I feel light now XDD hope you like it :)


It was a boring day. And it was Saturday. But still a boring day. A freaking boring day for everyone. And that’s how it all started, before Cheondong found himself dressed in a tight secretary dress and everything only a bar strip tease would dream of wearing. This secretary dress was freaking short, and why the hell was it in two pieces.

There was the skirt, a black skirt, as short as the ones his sister likes wearing. And then there was the shirt, a white shirt covering his top. White and transparent to be precise. The young boy reached for the shirt and tugged at it trying to make it cover at least his legs, but nothing would do. He was exposed.

Fuck.

And why were all the boys staring at him? Oh, no this surely wasn’t good for him.

Why did he bet this? Why the hell did he agree to this?

His eyes hovered at the pair of eyes looking at him like they were going to eat him right at this instant and he instantly took some steps back.

How all of this started?

When Joon came in with a stupid game, the bet game. What a freak? He even created this name for Jesus sake.

But they were all bored and plus Mir the Maknae wasn’t here to trouble him so the one left was Cheondong, his lover of course. If it’s not Mir, it’s Cheondong. And what they liked the most was dressing Cheondong in all kind of girl’s clothes they could find.

And this time it was G.O who suggested secretary.

So the game was. Someone bets you to do something, if you say no you can’t do it then you’re free and you admit you’re a coward. If you say yes, you can do it. That’s when the thing gets interesting and you have to do what the other guy told you he bet you couldn’t.

It started simply.

Naturally it drifted when it came to Cheondong. He should have guessed so and not play with them. He should have just run away bringing an excuse as what he had to do something, or groceries. He liked groceries better than being cross dressed.

Joon smirked, and bet the young boy that he couldn’t make even a kid get hard if he did wear girl’s dress first. And when without thinking Cheondong let out that he could of course. A dress appeared out of nowhere and he had to wear it. A tiny small pink dress with laces.

Fuck, how humiliating.

And the second one was about wearing a maid dress. A freaking maid dress. Cheondong had to wear this. Now he thanked God Mir wasn’t here, Mir liked to cross dress him too.

He lived with freaking insane peoples seriously.

Then the third one was the thing he was wearing. How was he supposed to sit with this? Because plus all the assets, he also had black panties underwear. Girl’s panties. And geez were those things uncomfortable, it brushed against what he has down there every time he tries to move or he tries to get down to sit.

Finally he pouts, lets his hips stop at his hips and glares at the members looking at him.

“I’m not playing anymore.” He blurts out and at the member sudden change, and at Joon’s arched brow he knows he has to run away. And he would if he wasn’t wearing those freaking high heels.

And anyways, how could they dress him in a provocative secretary? He wasn’t provocative at all. No matter what, Cheondong knows it.

“And where are you trying to go dressed like that?”

All eyes snapped behind him and Cheondong gulped down. Oh no, he should have changed. No he should have never accepted this freaking bet!

Mir was standing just behind him and he was asking himself how the hell would he turn and face his boyfriend when the guy got next to him and made it impossible for him to so.

“You guys are playing with him again.” Mir sighed at the four pair of amused eyes.

“But he looks so cute don’t you think? Kind of like a Dara noona twin.”

“Dara noona twin or not, do not play with my boyfriend please.” Mir stated and his hyung started to giggle.

“He’s not anymore.” Joon added and then pointed at Cheondong.

“You better change it to  your girlfriend” He smirked.

“Isn’t she adorable?” Seungho added and nodded back.

“And plus we did all of this for you Maknae.” G.O added and the three hyungs got up from the ground and walked towards the door. Each one of them patted Mir shoulders before moving out. Then they came back and waved at the couple.

“Have fun.” They smirked and said in unison before going out.

Now Cheondong knew where this is all leading to. It was a plan since the beginning. Because they know Mir liked to cross dress him! Oh. God. The bastards. He’ll get at them for sure. Seungho and Joon hyung had their little secrets too.

He would really giggle right now thinking about his plan. But Mir’s eyes on him wouldn’t let him do so.

Cheondong’s eyes drifted on the ground as the temperature of the room suddenly raised and he felt like the tight skirt wasn’t even allowing air to get in. Even though it was short, but he still felt his body heat up under the intense stare. He lifted his eyes to look at Mir and mistake.

He tried to say something but burning brown orbs were making him unable to utter something.

Instead of talking, a soft mewling sound came out from his parted lips and he widened his eyes. Hell, he couldn’t believe it. He was hot and bothered and his cock was throbbing under the panties he was hearing just from being looked at.

Yes, Mir was touching him with his eyes.

He clearly wasn’t touching him with his hands, and clearly Mir had gotten closer yeah, but only to make the air even thicker for his lungs. He forgot to breathe for a second. Geez, feeling as if it was the first time he was seeing Mir again. This was just insane.

“Hmm, Mir?” Cheondong finally left his words out, a questioning expression appearing on his flushed face as he looked at Mir who wasn’t doing any moves. And without realizing how he suddenly found himself clenching his fingers on his lover’s shirt and pulling him down.

“Mir, stop this.” He breathed out and nearly moaned at the smirk that Mir showed.

“I didn’t do anything.” Mir whispered and Cheondong flushed harder, red creeping at his cheeks and lips parted to complain again. He left a soft yelp when Mir blew on the fresh flesh and groaned.

“That’s-that’s the problem.” He mumbled and bit on his lip when Mir arched a brow. “What is?”

Mir’s eyes were the problem. Couldn’t he just stop burning holes in his skin with those brown light orbs?  And what he did right now, Cheondong could still feel the warmth breath on his lips. He pressed them together to get it deeper. But it was worthless; the real thing would do better.

He whined inwardly and shot Mir a pleading look.

“Mir.” He breathed out once more before biting on the fresh lips still having Mir blow lingering on them. Sweet invisible and fresh scent on his tortured and eager lips. He parted them once again purred, totally he purred when Mir’s tongue swept at his plump lips.

And then it retreated back and Cheondong wanted to scream.

But he did a smaller version of that, he yelped and groaned later.

“Take it if you want it.” Mir whispered as he leaned down closer, getting closer to those sweet tempting plump red flesh, his air bruising them with soft scent. Cheondong’s cheeks were burning as he lost his eyes in Mir’s enthralling ones.

Cheondong moistened his lips, and then brought them closer but Mir retreats his head back and he groaned. He tried once again and Mir did the same thing. He tried again but failed once again and this time Mir smirked.

“I’m just going to give you a good punishment for playing with the Hyungs.”

“huh?” And then Cheondong got what he wanted.

Mir’s lips crashed onto his, not softly, or slowly. But wildly, teeth nibbling at the sensible flesh that were his lips as the fingers on his waist pressed strongly enough to bruise the skin through the shirt. He whimpered softly when they went under the white shirt and found soft flesh.

Mir’s fingers traced on the smooth skin before pinching each little tiny part they got as his lips kept sucking freely at the lips under his.

Loving the sweet sounds his lover was getting out whenever he would let his tongue wander inside of the sweet and moist mouth before retreating back as soon as Cheondong wanted to play along. And he kept torturing the older male with his mouth ravaging sweet innocent ones.

He broke the kiss suddenly and Cheondong whimpered at the lost of warmth breath on his mouth when he didn’t even get to taste Mir back. The younger’s boys fingers were still making their way up and sending sweet painful shiver in his body as they pinched at all kind of flesh they got under their nails.

And no matter how hard Cheondong’s body arched into the teasing pinches Mir tried to avoid that the friction was made between their bodies. He kept him at a good distance. And then his hands found what they were looking for under the shirt. Finally. He let a smirk be shown on his face as he leaned back down. His lips latching at the base of the sensible and slender neck. He hummed softly on the fresh skin eh got under his lips and bit down on it.

Hardly making sure it shot a long trail of soft and painful pleasure in his lover’s body.

Cheondong’s fingers on his shirt tightened as the boy’s eyes shut open and a loud scream was heard.

Mir liked that.

He nipped at the reddened sensible spot, turning purple under his lips and trailed them lower.

His hands were still busy though, fingers pinching and twisting the soft little nubs and liking the way Cheondong’s body arched in the touch, liking the way Cheondong was breathing his name like tasting bittersweet nectar.

Like the way Cheondong’s body shivered under him, like the way he could feel the twitch of his member too harden by now to even be able to not be noticed no matter how big the distance was between them.

Mir loved this.

Cheondong didn’t love this, he didn’t love this, and he didn’t hate this. And fuck, what was he supposed to do when his body was just asking for Mir to touch him even more than he was doing? His nipples were hardening under the administrations and his voice, geez, he mewled even louder than a cat.

Any person passing by would think the mblaq’s family has a cat in the house.

A really noisy cat. With such a sweet and enthralling voice.

But it was Mir’s cat and Mir wasn’t willing to share even if it was calling for lustful actions. But only Mir’s lustful actions. Only Mir’s lips on his skin, only Mir’s fingers on his body. Only Mir’s eyes on this beautifully flushed face.

Cheondong’s hands moved up from the shirt and wrapped around his lover’s neck as he bit down on his lip to keep yet another lewd scream from escaping his lips. But then a hard pinch made him gasp and a rough bite made him yelp and  a quick suck made him moan Mir’s name loudly again.

And Mir was satisfied there.

At least, the people hearing Mir’s name would know indeed, Cheondong was his.

He finally let their bodies get closer and Cheondong purred at the soft warmth that invaded him.

Mir wasn’t sure about one thing still.

He lifted the light body in his arms and let him wrap all of his members around him, let him cling to him like a lost cat would and left a soft groan when their groins collided in the movement. He brought them to the room and made him lean down on the soft comfortable mattress.

Taking support on his arms as he pushed his body up and let his eyes wander on what he was seeing. What he was loving right now. Who he was going to freaking make lose right now. He kneeled between the spread legs and a small smile cornered at his lips.

He still wasn’t sure.

Should he keep the custom or just tear it off?

But it looked so adorable on him. Instead of making a provocative and sexy secretary, Cheondong was an adorable innocent secretary. Maybe not so innocent. But still that little blush that was still clinging to his cheeks each time something embarrassing was happening. And those lips that were pouting now because he was neglecting him. And those eyes, half lidded that looked at him through heavy eyelids, lustful and lewdly calling him.

Definitely not innocent.

Mir leaned back down, hovering over the slender body under his and unbuttoned the shirt. Pushing it off as soon as he was done and he decided he would let it like that. Then he went back down to those feet. High heels? Hum. They could hurt him. And Cheondong’s legs were taller enough. He took them off as he decided that and took one of the toes in his mouth and loving the soft purr he ripped out of his lover’s mouth.

He decided to stop here and go back down to taking care of the body writhing under him.

Cheondong was trying to make his cock throb a bit slower or else he wasn’t sure he was going to last. The panties were too tight for him right now. And, gosh Mir wasn’t helping. He fisted the sheet under him when Mir’s hands brushed against the bulge forming under the skirt.

He poked with a finger and Cheondong let out a loud pleading moan. Arching his back off the bed and pressing it further on the slight touch. Just.

“More.” He voiced out. “Mir.” He needed more.

Mir slid his finger teasingly along the length ignoring the plead and making the already throbbing member twitch under his finger. He let one hand slid down the thigh of Cheondong and go under the mini skirt. Frowning  a bit as he touched something too smooth and tight to be boxers.

Wait.

He glanced at Cheondong’s flushed face and knew he had his answer.

Mir’s smirk couldn’t grow any wider right now. He slid one finger inside of the tight clothe and immediately aimed it at Cheondong’s entrance. Probing his finger, and teasing Cheondong as he pushed slightly in before going out.

Cheondong’s body totally under his willpower, writhing underneath him. And Cheondong panting shamelessly wanting to have more than that.

And Mir liked slutty adorable secretary Cheondong.

He leaned down and captured parted lips that were trying to get out coherent words to make him do as he wanted and bit softly at the flesh under his lips before letting his tongue slid inside of the warmth and finally giving a proper kiss to his lover. It wasn’t something wild, nor hot. Just soft and just wanting to explore the moist feeling engulfing his tongue and distract the man as he slid one digit in the tight heat.

Moaning softly when his finger was taken in immediately and Cheondong’s body bucked up, as his walls clamped around the small finger. It was dry for god sake. What was Mir thinking about? Well, at least Cheondong got the time to think about this before another finger entered him along with the first one and thus began the soft torture of stretching him.

He never thought he would love the feeling of pain and pleasure mixing like that so much.

Oh, what was Mir doing to him?

He was having his lips ravished softly and yet being fucked down there rather roughly. Sweet yet so rough. And his body couldn’t take this anymore. Mir hummed softly against his lips as he felt something wet where his finger was still teasing the throbbing sex.

Cheondong’s came. Screaming Mir’s name with a loud voice as he reached ecstasy, and the great explosions sending millions of thrilling stars dancing in his body as he arched beautiful his back from the bed and clenched his eyes shut.

To be honest, Mir wasn’t sure about his sanity when he saw this.

He was just sure that he needed to feel his cock, engulfed right in that stretched hole and finally make the man under him his. He pulled the finger out, enjoying the soft mewl escaping from Cheondong’s lips as his entrance was met with sudden emptiness. The finger’s nail dug softly in the fabric and Cheondong felt his member twitch at the pain. It was still sensible and it started hardening again just at the light touch.

“Mir.” He purred out and Mir kissed those pouty lips.

“Yes baby?”

“Hurry. Ung.” Cheondong brought his hands and wrapped them around his neck to pull him down. “Mir, hurry and fill me. Please” Cheondong breathed out before his lips were taken again. Mir’s hands left his body and for a moment he felt the need to take the back but hearing the sound of a belt being opened he ignored it and let himself be distracted by the kiss. This time he was the one drawing out soft groans from his lover’s mouth as he bit on the tip of his tongue trying to invade him once again.

Mir left another soft sigh when his pants was finally off and he reached his hands under the mini skirt to pull the panties off, he regretted to have to do this. But he had to, to be able to do what he thought of doing ever since he got back in the dorm to find his boyfriend, dressed in a tight skirt, that squeezed his little buttocks pretty nicely and made him want to palm them and slap them enough to make him squeal like girl.

But he would do that later, promise.

He grabbed the slender legs and Cheondong wrapped them around his waist. Mir’s hands pushed the skirt up, the only thing lingering on the creamy white skin of Cheondong and he positioned his member, aching to fill that tight hole. He looked down at Cheondong’s face once more before pushing his length inside of him.

Cheondong’s body reacted immediately as he clenched around the bigger insertion and his eyes shot open to find soft eyes looking down at him. Mir lowered his lips to the corner of his and kissed it softly. “Relax baby, please I don’t want to hurt you and ung, you’re so freaking tight.” He whispered as he moved his lips to press them against Cheondong’s agape one.

Cheondong tried to focus only on the warm tongue playing with his and tried to ignore the big cock entering him, and Mir pushed fully in him in one swift movement that made his nails dig further in the soft skin of his lover and his teeth bite down at the soft bottom lip. Almost drawing blood.

He felt tingling tears stinging at his eyes and blinked them open to not let them fall but failed as his sight became blurry. And Mir’s arms held his hips firmly to the bed when he tried to move it away from the comfortable mattress. “Get use to it.” He mumbled between soft kisses on the corner of his eyes to eat the tears away. Mir wasn’t sure how long he could hold it. And thanks to God Cheondong started moving as a sign for him to star doing the same.

He thrust out slowly before thrusting inside one more time as slowly as ever and Cheondong was dying under the slow pain mixing suddenly with slight pleasure. But he couldn’t keep his hips from moving along with each thrusts Mir was doing.

His body growing accustomed to the painful stretch.

But fully getting used to it when Mir’s cock reached deep enough to brush against that soft sensible spot and make him scream as he kept his eyes closed at the sudden too much pleasure that built up in him.

Mir groaned at the sudden clenched around his already painfully hard sex and buried his nose in the sweaty neck as he sucked softly at another sensitive spot, liking the salty taste mixing with natural the sweet perfume of Cheondong’s body.

The thrusts started to get faster by minute and even if they were faster enough, Mir’s cock was abusing Cheondong’s prostate to the point that the only word coming from his mouth were. “Mir, faster, right there. Mir!” And that was it. Nothing else could be formed in his head. He was lost in compete pleasure and lust under the smirking man.

Cheondong couldn’t last longer when Mir’s hands reached to stroke his member, his thumb lightly pushing on the tip and he lost it. Warned with a breathy “I’m...cumming.” Before releasing himself in his lover’s hand. Fingers scratching this time at the skin situated at the arms. And his voice left a trembling version of Mir’s name before he tightened slowly around the shaft inside of him and made Mir come inside of him.

And one last time Cheondong left a soft mewl at the hot liquid that filled him and slid down a bit.

Mir’s breathed was tickling his shoulder since his head was still buried in the crook of his neck. Both sighed contently and Mir suddenly chuckled.

“What’s funny?” Cheondong breathed out. Still trying to get all the air back to his burning lungs.

“Let’s make another bet.”