Bad Reputation

Bad Reputation

By: RogueBHS

 

Author Notes: One-shot challenge from a friend I couldn't refuse. Rules: Must include Joan Jett's “Bad Reputation”; Bad Girl Rogue seduces Boyscout Scott; must take place in a bar restroom.  Might be convinced into writing more on this at some point, if had enough requests!

 

“Um, Rogue?” Scott said, pushing open the door to the ladies restroom. He'd already checked twice, waiting for other women to leave the room, and finally he was pretty sure she was the only one in there. Rogue had come in here after was he was sure was her eighth or ninth drink of the night, and he felt honor-bound to check on her since he was the oldest of those at the bar tonight. Especially since none of the girls were in a coherent enough state to check on her, having partied just as hard as Rogue. Under the door of one of the stalls, he saw the black boots he recalled her wearing, and went to stand in front of it. “Rogue?” he asked again, only to be startled when the door to the stall opened and he was pulled in. He made a strangled sound when he was pushed back against the door which had been closed again, and her lips crashed against his. 'Jesus, where is this coming from?' was his last totally coherent thought.

Rogue smirked to herself as she snaked her tongue past his teeth to tease his. Scott was such a damned boyscout sometimes, but after absorbing him in a Danger Room session earlier that day, she had gotten a stray thought she intended to make a reality. Who would've guessed Scott “Boyscout” Summers wanted to have sex in a public restroom at least once in his life? Well, Jean “Little Miss Perfect” Grey certainly wouldn't be willing, Rogue knew. But she sure as hell was, especially now that she had plenty of alcohol in her. Even Scott had indulged in a couple of drinks tonight, so convincing him shouldn't be too difficult.

Scott wasn't sure when Rogue undid his pants, so focused was he on the fact that he was being kissed by the Goth girl, but he sure as hell noticed when her smooth hand wrapped around him through his boxers. The bucking of his hips was instinctual, and made him moan at the feeling it created. He felt her smile against his lips, then she pulled back to look at him with those emerald eyes of hers that were dark with what he recognized as lust. “Feels good, huh, sugah?” she murmured, even as she took one of his hands and placed it on her waist. She'd let him move it from there, and she had no doubt he would eventually.

“Oh god,” he groaned as she moved her hand against him. “Rogue, we can't...” he began, only to be silenced by another bruising kiss.

“Yes we can,” she informed him as she pulled her lips away. “Ya'd be lyin' if ya told meh ya weren't interested,” she said, giving the clear indication of his interest a squeeze.

He had wondered about how Rogue suddenly went from being known as the Untouchable Goth to being the Sex-Kitten Goth after getting control of her powers, but he had a feeling he had the answer now. And he'd be lying if he said it wasn't a turn on, having her come at him with that slow Southern drawl and that peerless figure. Facts were facts though, and he had a girlfriend...sort of. Okay, so technically he and Jean had yet to resume their relationship after the whole Phoenix thing. Oh dear lord...

Rogue glanced up at him from where her mouth was around his growing arousal, and smirked. That had gotten his attention back on her sure enough. She pulled back from him, and he had to close his eyes at the slurping sound made as she did. “C'mon sugah, loosen up a bit...”she slid her way up his body, her own tragically still fully clothed, something she decided to remedy as she reached down a slid off the nearly see-through black tank top she was wearing. There was no mistaking when Scott's eyes were open again, because they became glued to the pale skin of her breasts where it swelled over the black lace bra.

Dazed, and unable to help himself, Scott let the hand that had been put on her waist slide up to cup one of those glorious breasts through the bra. She definitely was more than a handful, but he palmed and squeezed anyhow, rewarded when she let her head drop back and her eyes closed while a low moan escaped her lips. He had done that, he thought. When those emerald eyes opened to peer at him, he smirked right back at her. Okay, he could play this game too, if she was serious about it. It wasn't like he hadn't thought about it before, doing something like this with her. He undid the front clasp of her bra with one hand, and immediately began to touch her again, even as he leaned forward, kissing along her neck. Her responding hitch of breath made him smile. “You like that?” he asked against her skin, even as he gave her pulse point a bit of a suck, knowing it would leave a mark.

Rocking her hips forward to catch his, they both groaned at the sensation. “Mm,” she murmured after a moment, her hands drifting down to slide up under his shirt, running over the abs he had worked so hard for. Lord the man was a beautifully sculpted work of art. His lips and hands continued their marvelous work on her body, and at long last, she felt his mouth encompass a nipple as he let his tongue slide around to tease. “Oh Gawd,” she breathed, feeling the heat and damp between her legs become more intense. Though she knew she had garnered one hell of a rep since gaining control of her powers, truth was, she was actually barely more than a virgin.

Her first time had foolishly been with the no-good Cajun, as well as her second, before he split, taking off with Tabby on his motorcycle in the middle of the night. She intended for her third to be much better, and had thought seriously about approaching Scott at some point. Well, this was as good a place as any, since she had him there and he was certainly willing, a fact made all the more clear when one of his hands lifted her trademark leather skirt so he could skim that hand along her thigh and the band of her thong.

The fact that he had Rogue, the sassy and sexy Goth, moaning against him as he slid both hands down to cup her bare ass and lift her up made Scott feel like a fucking god. Pinning her against a wall, he began to rock his hips into hers slowly, while his lips returned to suck at her pulse point. He could feel the heat radiating from her, and knew he couldn't wait much longer before he'd have to get release. But damned if he was gonna get it while grinding at her like a High School kid (which damn it he wasn't anymore) in the back of a car. First things first though, he thought, and moved one of his hands around to cup her through the thong, gently applying pressure.

Rogue let out a low groan, and would have tilted her head back had she been able. When his fingers pushed the soaked cloth aside, she very nearly whimpered at the cool air against her skin, but that was replaced by a hitch in her breathing when he slowly ran one finger along her from back to front, spreading the wetness there. His lips left her neck, and she smiled at him briefly before he crashed his lips into her at the same time he ruthlessly plunged a single finger into her. Her cry of surprise and pleasure was muffled by the kiss, and she could feel her eyes roll back. If just his finger felt like this, what would it feel like when he finally filled her properly?

He made a 'come-here' motion with the finger inside of her, and was rewarded by a buck of her hips and her eyes shooting open. So he had found it the first time he tried, good. He pulled his finger to where it was just barely inside, and when it slammed back in it was joined by a second. Lord she was tight, and on every thrust of his fingers, he made that same motion, making certain to hit the spot that was currently making her moan non-stop. Smirking, he let his thumb search out that magic bundle of nerves and began to rub that too as he worked his fingers inside of her, and had to kiss her intensely to muffle the sudden scream she let out at the feeling.

Rogue felt like she was on fire, but in the best way possible. Little flames of pleasure burned through her nervous system, setting her skin alight. Everything became heightened, and when she locked her lidded eyes with Scott's through his shades, she felt her breathing coming in pants. God, the man was talented. He seemed to want something from her, and with the purposeful way he was hitting her pleasure centers, she knew he'd get it soon. “Ugh...Scott...” she managed to get out, rocking her hips into his hand and could've screamed with the added pleasure had he not decided to kiss her again. “Please,” she begged, dropping her head as far back as it would go since she was pinned to the wall.

“Alright,” Scott murmured in a reassuring tone, even as he lowered her feet back to the floor. Once she was standing on her own again, he knelt down in front of her. He could have kept going with his fingers and gotten the same result, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't want to taste her. The first lick of his tongue along her had her hands grabbing hold of his hair, and the second rewarded him with a delicious moan that went straight through him, ensuring he lost none of his own arousal. Gripping her thigh with one hand, he plunged his tongue into her, tasting and teasing. Again and again he repeated the motion until she began to buck against him again, her murmured words becoming increasingly incoherent. His hold on her thigh managed to still her somewhat, and when he sucked her clit into his mouth, her pleasured scream reverberated off the walls. Yeah, he was a fucking god right now he thought, sliding two fingers inside of her again.

The combination of pleasure was more than she'd experienced before, and it wasn't long before he heard her bang her head against the metal stall just before she let out a strangled scream and her legs gave out. He caught her easily, and lifted her back up, pinning her to the stall again. “Uh uh,” he whispered at her ear, as he rocked his body against hers, not caring of the way her release soaked his boxers. “We're not done yet.”

Her emerald eyes opened, and she gave a slow smile. “Mmm...that's what Ah was hopin' t' hear...” It was clear she was still on the high from her orgasm, and that made him smile back at her.

A thought occurred to him and he cursed. He had no protection with him. When she looked at him curiously, he told her, and was surprised when she just laughed.

“Its taken care of,” she told him, not bothering to go into detail.

That was all he needed to hear, and had her thong off and his boxers too in what was likely record time. After positioning, he slowly lowered her onto him, and would've closed his eyes at the glorious feeling if not for the fact he was enjoying watching her expression. Her eyes were locked on his, and with every little bit of him that filled her the obvious pleasure in her expression grew. “Lord you're tight,” he murmured, leaning in to nip at the pulse point where he had already left a mark.

“Ah'm not nearly as loose as everyone thinks,” she replied, gripping his shoulders hard enough that he'd have nail marks there for at least a few hours. “Ah god...” she groaned, feeling him nearly all the way in.

“Never said you were,” he said, smirking. “I knew your rep had to be at least partially made up,” he admitted, grunting in satisfaction as he finally found himself buried to the hilt in her. “You good?” he asked, making sure she was ready.

“Please...” she sighed, and tried to rock her hips against his, surprised when his hands held her still. “Ya know, yours is too,” she murmured, referring to his rep as a Boyscout. “Ah bet no one else knows about that 'sex bucket list' o' yours...And not havin' protection? Tsk tsk. What kind o' boyscout ain't always prepared?” She teased, only to gasp when he started to pull out.

“Someone who isn't a fucking boyscout,” he grunted, plunging back into her and making her eyes close in the process.

“Ah think that's th' first time Ah've heard you cuss,” she added on a groan as he began to finally build up momentum, slamming her into the wall each time he plunged back in. “Fucking hot,” she told him.

“You're fucking hot,” Scott replied, leaning in to kiss her. “Jesus, so hot...so fucking tight...wet...” He grunted, feeling the sweat make the slide of their bodies easier. He watched, entranced as a lone bead worked its way in between those breasts of hers, and couldn't stop himself from catching it with his tongue.

“Mm...that's it sugah...” she moaned, scraping her nails along his scalp, happy when he tilted his head back, trying to get more of the sensation. She did it again, and would have smiled had Scott not chosen that time to pound into her and catch her clit in the process. Her near scream was cut off when he kissed her, not wanting someone to decide to come investigate. Though he had to imagine the X-men were about the last ones in the bar, and they were all far too drunk to give a shit what might be going on in the bathroom.

“C'mon, baby,” he grunted, feeling his release getting closer.

“Ah...So close,” she sighed, and felt his lips return to where he had left a mark, sucking at it again, having figured out it turned her on. Her fingers tangled in his hair, and she did what she could to meet his ever-quickening thrusts despite the hold he had on her hips. She wouldn't be surprised to find marks there tomorrow either.

Her eager response and the way she bucked her hips into his finally paid off for her when her bucking hips slammed into his as he thrust forward, causing him to slam into her g-spot with incredible force. Seeing spots before her eyes, her mouth opened in a silent scream while her nails clawed at his scalp. She had never felt a release like this.

As her body rippled around his, Scott was unable to hold back even a second longer, and with his last thrust, finally let go, a loud moan tearing from his throat. For the first time in his life, Scott felt his knees go weak after reaching his climax, and had to sandwich her between him and the wall while he used both hands to keep himself from sliding to the floor.

It took them both numerous minutes to recover, and as they did, Scott slowly regained his balance, allowing him to quit sandwiching her between him in the wall. When her feet hit the floor again, she swayed unsteadily, making Scott hitch her up again. “You okay?” he murmured, leaning in to place a surprisingly sweet kiss against her lips, given the heat they had just shared.

“Mmm...” was her reply, then her emerald eyes opened to look at him “Bettah than okay...” She stretched against him, and he was surprised to feel his body react, So was she. “Damn, sugah...again?” she asked.

“Maybe...but not here,” he told her, even as he felt the heat (and his arousal) begin to rise again.

“Well then, lets get outta heah,” she teased, coaxing him to lower her back to the floor. She found her thong, and after finding it far too wet to wear and be comfortable, simply lowered her skirt. Her gaze shot to him, and she smirked as she noticed the wet spot on the front of his boxers. “Looks like we're both goin' commando t' get home...”

“So it does,” he agreed, grabbing his pants and pulling them up. He watched her refasten her bra, then slide on her tank top. “You ready?” he asked, the double meaning not lost on either of them.

“O'course,” she assured him, unlocking the stall door. As they both left the bathroom, Rogue didn't care that her thong was clearly sticking out of his pocket, or that should any of the other X-women venture into the ladies room, they'd find Scott's boxers in the trash. She already had a rep, might as well make them think she was living up to it.

They made a quick stop at the bar to pay off their share of the tab, her hand stuck in his back pocket, while he kept a possessive arm around her waist. When a new song started from the old-style jukebox, Rogue barely paid attention, until she heard the lyrics. Laughing, she glanced up at Scott, who was looking down at her.

 

I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation

You're living in the past, it's a new generation

A girl can do what she wants to do and that's what I'm gonna do

 

She could feel the eyes of a few of their teammates watching, but Rogue could care less when she leaned up, crushing her lips to Scott's.

An' I don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation

Oh no, not me

 

Scott's hands drifted, cupping her ass through the leather skirt as he pulled her flush against him, and he heard a shocked gasp from what sounded like Jean. Well, she was the one who had turned him down when he tried to restart their relationship, he thought.



An' I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation

Never said I wanted to improve my station

An' I'm only doin' good when I'm havin' fun

An' I don't have to please no one

 

When Rogue's thong slipped from his pocket and fell to the floor due to her grinding into him, Scott pulled back and picked up the scrap of black lace, ignoring the way the X-men were watching them. He was fucking sick of being a Boyscout, thank you very much.

An' I don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation

Oh no, not me, oh no, not me

 

Holding on tightly to Rogue, he led her out of the bar, and once they were in his car, he pulled her to him for another searing kiss. “Lets get outta here,” he told her, his hand creeping up her side to brush the side of her breast.



I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation

I've never been afraid of any deviation

An' I don't really care if you think I'm strange

I ain't gonna change

 

“Ya read my mind,” she informed him, even as she gave him a little squeeze to remember as he drove. No point in distracting him to the point he couldn't drive at all.



An' I'm never gonna care 'bout my bad reputation

Oh no, not me, oh no, not me

Pedal, boys!

 

Scott's little red car sped out of the parking lot with a squeal of tires on the pavement, leaving a few of the X-men to wonder how they'd get home. But he didn't give a shit. His Boyscout rep was due to be ruined, and damn if he wouldn't have fun in the process...especially with Rogue at his side.



An' I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation

The world's in trouble, there's no communication

An' everyone can say what they wanna to say

It never gets better, anyway



So why should I care about a bad reputation anyway?

Oh no, not me, oh no, not me



I don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation

You're living in the past, it's a new generation

An' I only feel good when I got no pain

An' that's how I'm gonna stay



An' I don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation

Oh no, not me, oh no, not me

Not me, not me