Tight Dresses, High Heels
Title: Tight Dresses, High Heels
Pairing: Sooseop
Rating: PG-13, R at the end(ok more like the second half), crossdressing, semi-public sex
Summary: Soohyun makes a bet, Kiseop cross dresses, and somewhere along the way, they fall in love.
“Soooo Kiseop,” Soohyun drawls as he slides into the seat across from the other boy. Kiseop’s only response is to arch an eyebrow over his history textbook. They’ve been friends since childhood and even if they’ve grown a little further apart in recent years, there’s still a very strong bond between them. Kiseop is forever getting dragged into Soohyun’s ridiculous plans and he’s got a feeling this is another one.
With a long suffering sigh, he puts down his book and gives up any hope of studying for his exam tomorrow. “What is it this time,” he asks. Smiling brightly at him, Soohyun proceeds to deliver his next sentence as if it was the most normal statement in the world. “Can you cross dress and come to prom with me as my date?” Kiseop ends up hacking his lungs out for the next five minutes or so. When he recovers, the first thing out of his mouth is, “I know you have your reputation as a dumb jock to keep up with but we both know you’re not that stupid. What made you think I’d agree to this?" He sits back, arms folded across his chest and glares. “Because I really need to win this bet? Otherwise the football team is going to make me go out with that chick who’s been stalking me,” Soohyun pleads, breaking out his best puppy face.
Kiseop remains unimpressed and Soohyun decides to try a different approach. "Because you're my best friend and you don't want to see me mauled by that stalker chick and I love you?" Kiseop tries not to show how much the last part of the statement affected him. Of course Soohyun didn't mean it that way. But it still gets him to agree and ten minutes later, Kiseop is regretting saying yes. Apparently not only did Soohyun have to find a boy to go to prom with as a couple, they also have to somehow win prom king and queen. Kiseop points out that the second half is probably not going to happen since he's going to be up against actual girls. Soohyun just waves a dismissive hand. "You're prettier than all of them. What are you worried about?" Kiseop's torn between strangling Soohyun and blushing. He settles for whacking the other on the back of the head.
"Ow stop abusing me," Soohyun complains. "You're the one making me cross dress," Kiseop sniffs. "I see no reason why I can't abuse you." "But you wouldn't be going to prom otherwise," Soohyun shoots back. "You don't like crowds." Sometimes Kiseop hates how well they know each other. It's true that he wouldn't have gone to prom for that reason, but it's also partially because he has no desire to see some air headed cheerleader hang off Soohyun's arm. Well, now he gets to be that "girl" and the thought makes him much happier than he is willing to admit.
A while later and they've set a date to shop for a dress, a wig, makeup, and whatever else will be necessary to change Kiseop into a girl. When they're all done, Soohyun relaxes into his seat and the two chat aimlessly. However, the peace doesn't last for long. Soohyun notices the time and jerks upright. Fumbling for his backpack, he shoots an apologetic grin at Kiseop. "I've got practice in ten minutes. I didn't notice it'd been over two hours," he explains. Kiseop checks the clock and realizes that yes it has been a couple hours. Cursing himself for allowing Soohyun to distract him so easily, he reaches for his textbook, mentally gearing up for another all-nighter. Soohyun exits the room in a flurry, leaving Kiseop behind with his notes.
However, a few seconds later he bursts back in and tosses a sheaf of paper on the desk. "I guess you'll be needing these," is the only explanation Kiseop gets before Soohyun leaves the room again. Looking at the pile, Kiseop realizes that it's a study guide for his test tomorrow. A fond smile unconsciously forms as he notices the hurriedly scribbled "Kiseoppie fighting" in the corner. Moments like these remind him of why he's been hopelessly in love with Soohyun for well over a decade. It'd taken him a long while to figure it out, as he'd originally chalked it up to simple admiration. It was kind of hard not to like Soohyun. Captain of the football team, smart, kind to everyone, he even had a fan club of sorts among the girls. Kiseop misses the past sometimes, the past where Soohyun wasn't always surrounded by people, when it was just them. Pushing these thoughts out of head, Kiseop turns to study.
"It's too tight. That thing is never going to fit."
"Just hold on a bit. Let me move it around a little. Maybe that'll help."
"Why am I doing this again?"
"Because you love me?"
"Not if it's going to hurt I don't."
"Stop moving your hips. It isn't helping."
Kiseop grunts, unable to move in the small changing room he's in with Soohyun. He's trying to be quiet, as neither of them want to think about what would happen if they were found out.
They're trying on dresses and all of them are ridiculously tight and extremely poofy. The prom is Renaissance themed, which necessitates squeezing Kiseop into more fabric and lace than he's comfortable with. When he's finally in the dress, Soohyun nods approvingly. "I think this one will do," he says cheerfully. "It looks good on you." Kiseop glares. "I can't breathe in this thing. So not my fault if I pass out in the middle of prom from lack of oxygen." Soohyun just grins and exits the dressing room to pay for the dress, leaving Kiseop to struggle out of the mess of silk. As he does, he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror and almost cracks up from the sight. There's no way he's passing for a girl, much less one pretty enough to be named prom queen. When he brings this up to Soohyun, he's met with the same nonchalance as before. "We haven't gotten you a wig or put any makeup on you yet. Wait and see," Soohyun commands.
Kiseop does make a pretty girl, as Soohyun had insisted. The day of prom, Kiseop learns that Soohyun had recruited his older cousin and a few of her friends to help with the makeover. Thankfully Soohyun's parents are out of town and not there to ask awkward questions. Soohyun dumps Kiseop on the girls and leaves to change into his, significantly less lacy suit. Kiseop is primped to within an inch of his life and is ready to murder Soohyun by the time the cousin and her friends are done. He storms out of the room and sees Soohyun across the hall, looking dapper in his costume. Taking the arm extended towards him, Kiseop isn't entirely sure he imagined the catch in Soohyun's breath when he first saw him or the unevenness of his voice when he complimented Kiseop. They somehow get Kiseop into the car without wrecking the dress and when they arrive at prom, Soohyun's entire team is there to see what he's come up with.
When Kiseop gets out of the car, there's an explosion of catcalls and wolf-whistles. He feels Soohyun slide a possessive arm around his waist and allows himself to relax a little. The actual prom is mostly a blur until the time for voting prom king and queen comes. In a huge surprise, Soohyun and Kiseop are actually vote king and queen and they go to the dance floor to do the traditional dance. As soon as the music starts, Soohyun heaves a huge sigh of relief. "Thank god," he breathes, "I don't have to go out with stalker chick." At that, Kiseop's heart plummets. For the past week or so, he'd allowed himself to forget this was all a bet, that Soohyun didn't actually want to go to prom with him, that Soohyun is very, very straight. He's so close to breaking into tears and just barely manages to keep it together. The second the music stops, he excuses himself and practically sprints for the nearest exit, not hearing Soohyun calling for him. He bursts out through a set of double doors and starts sobbing in earnest. How could he have been so stupid? Of course none of this was real. Suddenly there was someone hugging him and Kiseop spun around in shock. Seeing that it was Soohyun surprised him even further.
"What are you doing," he spits. "You've won your bet so just leave me alone." Soohyun shifts uncomfortably but didn't go. "I don't know how to explain," he starts uncertainly. "What's there to explain," Kiseop snarls. "Just go away." Instead, Soohyun moves closer and takes Kiseop's hands in his. "Please don't be mad," he pleads. "I wanted to-" he pauses for a moment to take a deep breath. "I wanted to ask you out. I don't remember a time when I wasn't in love with you and I don't want you to leave me. Please don't misunderstand, I asked you to prom because I really wanted to. Not because of the stupid bet I made with the team." He looks up shyly and asks, "So will you go out with me?"
Kiseop is too stunned to reply for a moment but then he bursts into tears again, but this time tears of joy. "Of course I will," he sniffles, hugging Soohyun tightly. "I love you too." They cling to each other for what seems like hours, both too happy for words. When they finally break apart, Soohyun leans down to steal a kiss.
IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ PORN, I'D RECOMMEND YOU STOP HERE. IF YOU CONTINUE, HAVE FUN.
Soohyun deepens the kiss, his tongue invading Kiseop's mouth until he's clinging to the taller man. He can't stop the moan that escapes his lips. At that Soohyun pulls back. "What was that," he asks, sounding deeply amused. Kiseop hides his face in Soohyun's chest, embarrassed. "Nothing," he mutters. "You aren't turned on at all," Soohyun whispers questionly. "Maybe a little," Kiseop admits, face still hidden in Soohyun's broad, comforting chest. Suddenly he feels Soohyun palming him through the shorts he has on under the dress. "I wouldn't call this a little," Soohyun says teasingly. "Stop it," Kiseop gasps, hyper aware of the hundreds of people on the other side of the door. "Someone could walk in on us." Except Soohyun doesn't stop. If anything he speeds up and Kiseop's having a hard time keeping his voice down.
It doesn't get any easier when Soohyun starts talking to him. "You like it though, the idea that there's all those people who could see us if they just walked out here. I don't think you'd care either, you little slut." Soohyun's voice is husky, raw and absolutely perfect as far as Kiseop's concerned. "It turns you on, doing it out here," Soohyun continues, while licking his way up the pale neck in front of him. Kiseop whimpers in disappointment when he feels the hand withdraw from his cock but it's cut short by a gasp if surprise as he's spun around to face the wall. "Brace yourself against the wall," he hears Soohyun order and he complies, unsure of what to expect. The back of his dress is pushed up and he shivers as the cold air hits his legs and ass. Suddenly Soohyun is pressed up against him and his hands are seemingly everywhere, running up his chest to tweak his nipples, stroking his thighs, cupping his chin as they kiss, all hunger and pent up frustration. Kiseop can't stop the little movements of his hips that grind him onto Soohyun's hard erection. All he gets for that is an amused chuckle. "Now, now," Soohyun chides. "Be patient."
Kiseop is anything but at the moment and he doesn't want to wait. Even so, he does and his patience is rewarded when he feels a lube coated digit begin to tease his hole. Whining a little, he pushes back onto it and hisses at the burn at it enters him. He hears Soohyun murmuring in his ear, asking if it's alright, if it hurts, if he wants to stop. Even if it does hurt, Kiseop doesn't want this to stop. He's been waiting far too long for this so he shakes his head. "Please don't stop," he begs. "I want you inside me, filling me up, stretching me." Soohyun hardens infinitely more hearing those words from Kiseop, who looks positively sinful, dressed as he is. Kiseop is feeling almost nauseous as a second, then a third finger is added but then they brush against a spot inside him and all thoughts flee his brain and the only thing he think of is how good that felt and fuck Soohyun needs to do that again. He grinds back in earnest on the fingers now, trying to get Soohyun to hit the same spot again.
He's thankful the wall is there to support him, as he's pretty sure he'd be in a pile on the ground the way Soohyun is abusing that one spot over and over again with his fingers. At the same time, Kiseop can feel the other's mouth nipping at his back and his neck, surely leaving marks, reminders of what they are doing. Suddenly the fingers are gone and Kiseop's ready to cry at the loss of sensation but suddenly there's something much bigger pressing in and it's all he can do to relax while Soohyun slowly slides in. It's a delicious burn, being stretched in ways he's never been before, and the slow movement is driving him crazy. When Soohyun is fully sheathed in him, they both pause for a moment to catch their breaths. Up until now, they've kept quiet for fear of being discovered but Kiseop breaks the silence. "I love you," he whispers. "I know. I do too," Soohyun responds lowly. "Will you trust me," he questions, uncertainty clear in his voice. "Of course," Kiseop smiles. "Although I might have to reconsider if you aren't moving in five seconds." Soohyun growls.
"I'll make you regret that," he teases before pulling almost all the way out and slamming back in. Kiseop moans at that, unable to control himself any longer. Bracing himself more firmly against the wall, he loses himself in the sensation of Soohyun fucking him. He can hear Soohyun's grunts as he pounds into him, trying to set a regular pace. Try as he might Kiseop cannot stop his whimpers but before someone hears them, Soohyun snakes his hand around and starts finger fucking Kiseop's mouth, muffling the sound. He must look horrible, wig plastered to his back from the sweat, mouth wide open, and legs spread far apart but he can't really bring himself to care as Soohyun find the perfect angle. Soohyun figures he's got it too, when he feels Kiseop go almost impossibly tight around him, so tight he almost can't see straight. He abandons Kiseop's mouth in favor of stroking him in time with his thrusts and for Kiseop the sensations are too much, Soohyun's dick abusing his prostate and Soohyun's hand pumping his erection. He cries out as his climax rips through him and feels Soohyun come at the same time, his seed filling him up. Kiseop comes into Soohyun's hand and sinks to the ground second later, his knees having given out. Soohyun follows him down and gathers Kiseop up against him. They sit like that for a while in comfortable silence, the only sound their breathing.
They clean up as best they can but the dress is completely wrecked and the wig looks very much worse for the wear. Eventually Kiseop tries to get up but the pain in his ass causes him to fall down again. "Does the princess need help," Soohyun inquires with a teasing smile on his face. "Shut up and take me home," Kiseop returns, but he can't stop the grin on his face. He emits a soft yelp of surprise as he's swept off his feet and finds himself being carried princess style to the car. Soohyun takes them back to his apartment and Kiseop's just barely got his shoes off when he finds himself pinned to the wall and Soohyun worrying a particularly sensitive spot. "Wha-what are you doing," he gasps out. Against his neck, he feels Soohyun grin. "Why princess," the other purrs, "You didn't think I was done with after that did you?" Kiseop's shriek of indignation turns into a moan when Soohyun's hand finds its way under the waistband of the shorts again.
A/N: I wrote porn. So you can all shut your faces now. jk love you guys. Moar coming. Also of the cross dressing variety. Also, prom's not until next year for me so I have no clue how it actually works.