{Fiction - YooSu} The Mighty Red Manicured Pimp Hand 5
Title: The Mighty Red Manicured Pimp Hand
Author: egoisticfreak
Paring: YooSu, JaeMinHo
Genre: Crack, Smut
Rating: NC-17
Chapter: 5/20
Beta: lady_shira32
Summary: Pimp Yoochun went to his favorite strip club and his BFF dropped him something about a heavenly ass stripper. When he saw him dance his ass out of heaven, the pimp decided to use every power on his PIMP hand to get the heavenly ass...
Chapter 5: Blur and Crack
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~BLUR~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Where am I?” Junsu wondered as he opened his eyes to an unfamiliar room. The black silk on his skin feels so comfortable. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep.
“Wait!” he thought, “What happened last night? And there’s… wait… Who is the fucker cuddling me?” He turned to his side and erupted when he saw the fucker-faced pimp that annoys him without any fuckin’ reason. He tried to stand up, but he was pulled back by the pimp who cuddled him even more. This made him shiver.
“Don’t go yet,” whispered Yoochun to Junsu, lips slightly grazing the latter’s right ear. The divine rear pushed him hard enough to make the pimp fall off the bed.
“DARN YOU BASTARD! WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?!?” shouted Junsu as he stood up from the bed and looked for his clothes, which was haphazardly scattered all over the room.
Yoochun blinked innocently, an act which was seriously not working, and said, “What are you saying? I didn’t do anything to you.” He stood up and reached for a white silk robe splayed on a chair beside his bed.
“FUCK! YOU DIDN’T DO ANYTHING TO ME?!? THEN WHY ON EARTH ARE WE BOTH NAKED ON YOUR FUCKIN’ BED!!!” Junsu flailed as he walked away in attempt to go out of the room.
Yoochun grabbed Junsu’s waist and whispered greasily, “Maybe I should make you remember what transpired between us last night through your body.” He snaked his pimp hand inside Junsu’s shirt but his ministrations were immediately stopped when his so-called future bitch bitch-slapped his smooth cheeks.
“OUCH! BITCH, YOU ARE DEFINITELY ABUSING MY ALREADY THIN THREAD OF PATIENCE! ONE MORE AND I -“Another slap landed on the other cheek.
“I’m leavin’! There’s no sense talking with you anyway,” Junsu told the pimp who was holding both slapped cheeks.
As Junsu was reaching for the door, Yoochun shouted, ‘I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING TO YOU BITCH! YOU’RE THE ONE WHO DID SOMETHING TO ME LAST NIGHT!” Junsu stopped, eyes wide with shock, his hands still on the doorknob…
Yunho arrived at his apartment, sweaty from delivering newspapers around the neighborhood.
As we fumbled with his keys, he heard one of his neighbors stomping.
“YAH! Junsu-ah! What’s with that sour, worried, I-can’t-figure-it-out look on your face!” squealed Yunho with ghei blinking eyes.
“Nothing, I just woke up on the wrong side of the bed,” he said, his words laced in sarcasm.
Yunho pouted and blinked. “Yah! We have a dual-dance later!” Apparently, little ghei Yunho was too self-absorbed to process what Su was trying to say between the lines. Junsu shrugged his shoulders.
“I know. Changmin left me a message.” Junsu replied and closed his door, leaving the star-stripper of MAZE to pout his some more.
Junsu went straight to his room and threw himself on his bed. “I’ve done something to Yoochun? Fuck! I called him Yoochun?! Okay,” he raised his thumb and index finger and moved it in a circle. (Beta’s note: Just imagine Foxxy Love doing the “I’ve been stuck like this fo’ three hours” gesture :D IDK how to describe it. *flails*) ” I’ve done something to that bastard? It feels weird. Well, it might be true since I don’t feel sore or anything. Argh! I don’t fuckin’ remember what happened last night! Just what the hell? Junsu thought while looking at the ceiling.
“Damn…”
He then looked at the wall clock. It said 9:32 am. “I have still duty by 2pm and stripper work at 11pm. Guuuhhh, I’m tired….” He digs deeper into the comfort of his own bed and soon after, he falls asleep, bones and muscles tired from his activities last night.
Junsu was reviewing the chart of his patient right after the PM rounds in PICU even though he already knows the procedures by heart and is capable of performing the interventions to make his patients feel better.
“WEEEE! Yo, Susu-ah! Help me with my client,” Daesung greeted him with a smile, his eyes vanishing when he did so.
“I can’t. That’s against the rule here. And besides, I’m busy,” replied Junsu.
“Wah! I have a very interesting client, he looks like SpongeBob.” Daesung pouts.
“You’re not supposed to make fun of the poor kid!” Junsu was now annoyed. “Besides, every case that we handle here are rare, or at least interesting.”
“You’re no fun!~ Besides, we’re supposed to smile in front of the client even though their illness is grave,” replied Daesung, pulling Junsu towards the direction of the said client.
They entered the private room and Daesung said, “Good evening!~ I will take your Vital Signs now.” Daesung announced cheerfully.
“His eyes really do vanish…” Su thought to himself.
After their fun inside the ward, Dr. Eunhyuk greeted them with fanboy glee.
“What’s with the sourcream face, Susu-ah? You’ve been wearing that since the shift started,” commented Eunhyuk.
“I just have a fuckin’ dilemma that’s been messing with my fuckin’ brain,” Junsu noted as he scratched his head.
“You know, I’m a great doctor, but if I can’t help a friend of mine, most importantly, my BFF, then I fail as a friend!” said Eunhyuk, gestures all worthy of an Oscar.
“Too much drama, Eunhyuk” Junsu attempted to slap his BFF.
“Oh, not in the hospital,” Eunhyuk dodged the infamous bitch slap of Junsu.
“Fine, I’ll tell you about it later,” Junsu whispered to Eunhyuk.
“Yay! Susu-ah will, I mean, Nurse Kim will tell us something later!” Daesung appeared behind the two and startled them.
After his PM shift, they went to Starducks and Junsu narrated the whole story, after which made both Eunhyuk and Daesung laugh their asses off.
“You had sex and you don’t even remember it?? Eunhyuk snickered.
“Not just that, he even said that you’re the culprit! YOU FUCKIN’ RAPED THE MOST DOMINANT PIMP IN VEGAS!” Daesung shouted which made Junsu pull him under the coffee table. (A/N: Just imagine their heads under the table and their asses popping out.
Eunhyuk took out his phone and took a snapshot. He quickly hid the phone when the two went back to their seats. He suddenly remembered that Junsu has his “other” work tonight. “Susu-ah, it’s quarter to eleven already. Don’t you have to go to MAZE?”
Junsu jumped from his seat and squealed. “Yah! I have to go there already! Yo, thanks!” He flew out of the café and hailed a taxi.
~~~~~~~~~~~~CRACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Junsu was still troubled over what happened to him last night. “I know I wasn’t raped last night because my ASS ain’t sore!” Junsu thought while scratching the back of his head.
Yunho saw the bothered expression painted all over Junsu’s face and slowly approached him. “Anything up your ass, brother?” he asked while gently touching his arm.
Junsu shrugs his shoulders. “Apparently, I can’t remember what happened to me last night.”
Yunho’s eyes blinked incessantly for a couple of moments (just like an obsessive fangirl.) “SPILL it MAH Shiztah!” He shrieks unexpectedly.
And so the divine rear cracked up his huge dilemma to the top notch pole glider. (OH YEAH!) Yunho was overwhelmed with fanboyistic glee. “Oooh! I have a fuckin’ ass of an idea that will blow that bastard’s huge PIMP Jr. to orgasmic infinity!!! Well, it is a farkin’ secret for now though, “Yunho snapped his index finger oh so gheily while simultaneously jutting and wriggling his GHEILORD B-U-T-T.
Junsu eyes glistened with mischief. “Fuck, I trust you on this Bee-yatch!!!” Both twinkled their fingers in agreement. (Beta’s note: Think “the way you are’ finger shimmy movement.:P)
The cybersex boytoy/manager of MAZE kicked the door open. Surprised, the boys shrieked in their gayest screams ever for that night. “Yo, you’re up in like …” Changmin looked at his heavy blinged watch, courtesy of Mr. Park Yoochun, “a minute,” and slammed the door.
The heavenly ass and the gheilord looked at each and flailed towards the dresser. They grabbed the glitter powder and sprinkled it all over their already slightly greased up body.
~~
The pimp went inside the va-JAE-na club, also known as MAZE, with a smug EXPRESSION on his face. Hello, he is still, errr… sore. Instead of going up to the VIP room, he went to the VIP lounge and Jaejoong greeted him with a ghei red glittering fur draped all over his shoulders.
“Pimp, what’s the shiz? You looked tired. Want me to massage your ass? Oh, I forgot, you don’t have one,” he laughed like the bitch-slut he truly is.
“Shut up. I’ll just be here sitting in my corner, twirling my fingers and watching your bitches gyrate on stage.”
“Hmph. You sure look annoyed at something. You need to spill, and hell, I will butt slap you if you don’t!” Jae wrapped his fingers around the pimp’s neck and shook him like a fuckin’ retard.
Yoochun pushed him away. “Mind your own business and GTFO!!!”
Jaejoong made a show of his pouty plumped lips and walked away from pimp. Yoochun leaned on the furry couch and noticed that the population of the club increased again. “What’s with the club’s bitches? They’re multiplying like fuckin’ dogs!”
The lights dimmed down and an instant hush surrounded the whole club. {Yunho dance battle song - Magic by Justin Timberlake} Yunho’s black silk pants were creased as he shook his ass to the beat. As he twirled smoothly, his silk black hat fell off, but it only added to the charisma of his dance.
Then the spotlight moved from Yunho to the svelte newcomer on stage. He was wearing a white ensemble. His suit lacked and undershirt to give off that hot sexaay stripper look. (beta: think SM TOWN 09 dance battle outfit. Horrible. XD) He went to the pole and wrapped his nicely toned legs around it, swirling down, going up and down on it, and finally laving it with his tongue like it’s the juiciest lollipop ever. Yunho strode aggressively towards him, hooked his left arm around Su’s, and grabbed him forward by the waist. Su then pops out and circles his hips in front of Yunho while the stripper dressed in black swirls his hands, accentuating the movement of his partner’s movements. (Inspired by Seungri’s Strong Baby performance in SBS Gayo Daejun)
~~~
Yoochun snapped his fingers to call the attention of a waiter. When he noticed that pimp’s sign, he went quickly to his direction but felt a hand on his shoulder. Jaejoong shook his head and the waiter bowed and took his stead instead. He smirked at the sight of the pimp’s face. It’s neither angry nor happy. It’s just blank.
“You’re face is weird, Pimp.” Jaejoong commented to his BFF.
‘I’m happy when my bitch dances. It makes me want him even more, but what I don’t like is when there’s another guy touching his rear. That’s the property of the pimp.” Yoochun told Jae while sipping pure vodka.
“Since when did he become your bitch?” Jaejoong snickered as he sat beside Yoochun.
“He isn’t, yet. But he will be someday.” Said Yoochun while stretching the pimp way. “Can I get him to, you know…”
“What, another private dance? Table? What?” asked Jaejoong as he fixed the black fur wrapped around his neck.
Yoochun cracked his knuckles and sighed, “Table might work.”
“I don’t think so.” Jaejoong stood up in front of Yoochun. He bent 90 degrees and had his hands on the pimp’s lap. His face was too close…
“Why not?” Yoochun’s eyes widened with dismay and “pimp” dissatisfaction.
“Because I know he will not agree! DUH!!! He had a “TOXIC” schedule this morning. I don’t want my famous divine rear getting stressed out,” Jaejoong pointed out.
“He had another thing going on during the morning?” the pimp asked the fur-clad wang owner.
“Hmm…” Jaejoong tapped his sculpted jaw line with his index finger and replied, “Well, you might become a stalker if ever I tell you what he does in the morning, so no, to be specific, in the afternoon.”
“I have work too, you know.” Yoochun rolled his eyes and stood up from the purple furry sofa. He lit a cigarette, but then it was snatched by his BFF.
“No smoking in the lounge. Do it inside the VIP Room. You might ruin my sofas. It was designed by Bijae! Only for the MAZE, Pimp!” Jaejoong pointed out to Yoochun while his head went from left to right like a black girl saying “Nuh-uh! Bitch?”
“You’re starting to dislike me, aren’t you?” the pimp said while walking out of the lounge.
“Not really, just taking care of Bijae’s designs,” Jaejoong replied, flicked his fingers for some slave waiters to arrange the lounge.
~~~~~~~~
Junsu went straight home after seeing the pimp talking to his boss in very close proximities. He was just tired. Hello??! Duty in the hospital at 2:10PM then dancing for almost 15 minutes, not to mention the private dances that were supposed to be his, but he refused since he’s just mothafuckin’ tired.
As usual, he let his “fuckbutt” meet the comfortable dolphin-water bed after doing the intermittent night rituals. Once he was on his bed, he took the blanket, slid under it and cuddled his favorite rabbit stuff toy.
Rapid eye movement met Junsu. That would mean he was starting to dream…
~~~~~~~~DARN F’N DREAM - OH YEAH~~~~~~~~~~~~
Darkness covered them but Yoochun could feel Junsu’s arms wrap around his “pimp neck.” He felt he had been taken advantage of the divine ass. He complied because he might see {or feel} some good ass results. However, he was taken by surprise when Junsu pushed him against the wall and fiercely kissed the famous pimp {labia?} lips. Of course, the pimp wanted this, but then again, he wanted to be the one doing the pushing and pinning so he held Junsu’s shoulders to shift their position. He failed to do so since he didn’t know that his soon-to-be heavenly ass bitch was this strong {or does it only happen whenever he’s drunk?}
“I don’t like you opposing me. I don’t like losing, so don’t try to fool yourself, pimp,” Junsu hissed against his pimp ears.
The PIMP, a.k.a Park Yoochun of the famous Z.O.C.K. chain hotels, stayed silent because he felt that he’d be in trouble {he seriously thought of that?} if he opposed his bootylicious angel, nope scratch that, demon. The thought of it made him shiver. DAMN! THE MIGHTY PIMP PARK YOOCHUN was afraid of “Fuckbutt Demonic Su?!?!?” He just wished that the other would just give in because he seriously wants to FUCK the daylights out of him. He didn’t want this! He ain’t the type to be fucked in the ass. DAMN! He ain’t even got ass to begin with. His wasn’t as good and squishy compared to the one who’s trailing kisses from his neck down to his abdomen. Wait, when on VEGAS did he manage to open his top and unbuckle his pants without his knowledge?! He felt Junsu envelop his mouth on Pimp Jr., and hot damn, it felt heavenly good!
“It’s Nirvana, baby!” Yoochun thought as his ecstasy rose to the shizzy roof {Beta’s Comments: but then again, it’s a fucking (pun intended)damn alley}. “Damn, can I fucking come now? It’s too good? FUCK!, what am I thinking?” he thought. “It’s just a fuckin’ blowjob. And it’s most definitely unnfff worthy. But … hmmm … ahhh… damn it … I can’t complain… it’s waaaayyyy …. Too… Damn… Good… Compared to others.” He looked down and watched Junsu’s silhouette move. He closed his eyes and let everything happen according to the plan of this drunk Mr, HOTASS.
He felt Junsu cup his ass and heard him snicker. “That’s why you like my ass a lot, you don’t have any.”
The pimp’s eyes widened and he let his hands ruffle the divine rear’s hair. “Bitch, I like that a lot. But I got every single pimp qualification there is covered …” He used his greasiest pimp voice. Junsu stood up and pressed himself against the aching *JUNJUN*.
“Hmmm…ahhhh…SHIT, bitch… I have to DO you …. Ahhhh…. Now…” the fuckin’ pimp cannot believe himself that he sounded so needy but FUCK THAT! He wanted Pimp Jr. to enter the heavenly ass hole. He looked at the imaginary lights {Of course, there are no lights in a fuckin’ dark alley}. “Oh Mighty S-Goddess of the pimp clan… let me fuck him now…” he half-heartedly prayed to one of the five She-Pimp Goddesses…DANG IT!
Junsu somewhat heard the ridiculous prayer and smirked, “I’ll just fuck you, you ass-less wannabe pimp,” he told Yoochun. He forcefully turned the pimp around and stroked the fuckin’ little one down there… again and again … and oh-fuckin’ again. He used the pimp juice to lubricate his own so he could enter the billion dollar pimp hole. He was so downright sadistic since he didn’t even prepared the pimp for the intrusion … Not even a single finger intrusion … it’s just a plain “COCK ENTERING PIMP”. He could hear Yoochun cursing but didn’t care. The pimp hole was so fuckin’ tight it felt like a virgin. Junsu liked it and pushed further quite harshly, making the pimp tense up. He continued this act in a normal pace. Once he heard the fuckin’ “pimp groan,” he went faster and deeper in his ass.
The electricity of pleasure seriously increased as Yoochun felt every painful thrust he received. Damn it! His fuckin’ ass was a virgin and no one dared to fuck it before {A/N: Is because it’s small?} until this bootylicious angel! Well, he was doing a great job because he seriously wants more, more, more from him.
A few more moments and both tensed and released their juices dirtily. Yoochun felt the warmth seep inside him and turned around to kiss Junsu softly and the next thing he knew, the fucker who just fucked his virgin ass senseless was now sleeping soundly while standing.
Yoochun bit his lips and rolled his eyes. He fixed Junsu’s clothes from his pants up to his shirt. He was quite annoyed, but then realized that Junsu consumed way too much alcohol.”Maybe his attitude really changes whenever he’s drunk,” thought Yoochun as he drove his Lexus back to his pimp suite, five blocks away from MAZE.
~~~~~~~~END OF ALLEYWAY~~~~~~
Junsu opened his eyes with the darn fuckin’ sun peeking through his window. He remembered his dream and realized what really happened. “FUCK! FUCKITTY FUCK FUCK! I RAPED PIMPCHUN!!!”
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It's long for my side...XDXDXD
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Author: egoisticfreak
Paring: YooSu, JaeMinHo
Genre: Crack, Smut
Rating: NC-17
Chapter: 5/20
Beta: lady_shira32
Summary: Pimp Yoochun went to his favorite strip club and his BFF dropped him something about a heavenly ass stripper. When he saw him dance his ass out of heaven, the pimp decided to use every power on his PIMP hand to get the heavenly ass...
Chapter 5: Blur and Crack
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~BLUR~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Where am I?” Junsu wondered as he opened his eyes to an unfamiliar room. The black silk on his skin feels so comfortable. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep.
“Wait!” he thought, “What happened last night? And there’s… wait… Who is the fucker cuddling me?” He turned to his side and erupted when he saw the fucker-faced pimp that annoys him without any fuckin’ reason. He tried to stand up, but he was pulled back by the pimp who cuddled him even more. This made him shiver.
“Don’t go yet,” whispered Yoochun to Junsu, lips slightly grazing the latter’s right ear. The divine rear pushed him hard enough to make the pimp fall off the bed.
“DARN YOU BASTARD! WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?!?” shouted Junsu as he stood up from the bed and looked for his clothes, which was haphazardly scattered all over the room.
Yoochun blinked innocently, an act which was seriously not working, and said, “What are you saying? I didn’t do anything to you.” He stood up and reached for a white silk robe splayed on a chair beside his bed.
“FUCK! YOU DIDN’T DO ANYTHING TO ME?!? THEN WHY ON EARTH ARE WE BOTH NAKED ON YOUR FUCKIN’ BED!!!” Junsu flailed as he walked away in attempt to go out of the room.
Yoochun grabbed Junsu’s waist and whispered greasily, “Maybe I should make you remember what transpired between us last night through your body.” He snaked his pimp hand inside Junsu’s shirt but his ministrations were immediately stopped when his so-called future bitch bitch-slapped his smooth cheeks.
“OUCH! BITCH, YOU ARE DEFINITELY ABUSING MY ALREADY THIN THREAD OF PATIENCE! ONE MORE AND I -“Another slap landed on the other cheek.
“I’m leavin’! There’s no sense talking with you anyway,” Junsu told the pimp who was holding both slapped cheeks.
As Junsu was reaching for the door, Yoochun shouted, ‘I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING TO YOU BITCH! YOU’RE THE ONE WHO DID SOMETHING TO ME LAST NIGHT!” Junsu stopped, eyes wide with shock, his hands still on the doorknob…
Yunho arrived at his apartment, sweaty from delivering newspapers around the neighborhood.
As we fumbled with his keys, he heard one of his neighbors stomping.
“YAH! Junsu-ah! What’s with that sour, worried, I-can’t-figure-it-out look on your face!” squealed Yunho with ghei blinking eyes.
“Nothing, I just woke up on the wrong side of the bed,” he said, his words laced in sarcasm.
Yunho pouted and blinked. “Yah! We have a dual-dance later!” Apparently, little ghei Yunho was too self-absorbed to process what Su was trying to say between the lines. Junsu shrugged his shoulders.
“I know. Changmin left me a message.” Junsu replied and closed his door, leaving the star-stripper of MAZE to pout his some more.
Junsu went straight to his room and threw himself on his bed. “I’ve done something to Yoochun? Fuck! I called him Yoochun?! Okay,” he raised his thumb and index finger and moved it in a circle. (Beta’s note: Just imagine Foxxy Love doing the “I’ve been stuck like this fo’ three hours” gesture :D IDK how to describe it. *flails*) ” I’ve done something to that bastard? It feels weird. Well, it might be true since I don’t feel sore or anything. Argh! I don’t fuckin’ remember what happened last night! Just what the hell? Junsu thought while looking at the ceiling.
“Damn…”
He then looked at the wall clock. It said 9:32 am. “I have still duty by 2pm and stripper work at 11pm. Guuuhhh, I’m tired….” He digs deeper into the comfort of his own bed and soon after, he falls asleep, bones and muscles tired from his activities last night.
Junsu was reviewing the chart of his patient right after the PM rounds in PICU even though he already knows the procedures by heart and is capable of performing the interventions to make his patients feel better.
“WEEEE! Yo, Susu-ah! Help me with my client,” Daesung greeted him with a smile, his eyes vanishing when he did so.
“I can’t. That’s against the rule here. And besides, I’m busy,” replied Junsu.
“Wah! I have a very interesting client, he looks like SpongeBob.” Daesung pouts.
“You’re not supposed to make fun of the poor kid!” Junsu was now annoyed. “Besides, every case that we handle here are rare, or at least interesting.”
“You’re no fun!~ Besides, we’re supposed to smile in front of the client even though their illness is grave,” replied Daesung, pulling Junsu towards the direction of the said client.
They entered the private room and Daesung said, “Good evening!~ I will take your Vital Signs now.” Daesung announced cheerfully.
“His eyes really do vanish…” Su thought to himself.
After their fun inside the ward, Dr. Eunhyuk greeted them with fanboy glee.
“What’s with the sourcream face, Susu-ah? You’ve been wearing that since the shift started,” commented Eunhyuk.
“I just have a fuckin’ dilemma that’s been messing with my fuckin’ brain,” Junsu noted as he scratched his head.
“You know, I’m a great doctor, but if I can’t help a friend of mine, most importantly, my BFF, then I fail as a friend!” said Eunhyuk, gestures all worthy of an Oscar.
“Too much drama, Eunhyuk” Junsu attempted to slap his BFF.
“Oh, not in the hospital,” Eunhyuk dodged the infamous bitch slap of Junsu.
“Fine, I’ll tell you about it later,” Junsu whispered to Eunhyuk.
“Yay! Susu-ah will, I mean, Nurse Kim will tell us something later!” Daesung appeared behind the two and startled them.
After his PM shift, they went to Starducks and Junsu narrated the whole story, after which made both Eunhyuk and Daesung laugh their asses off.
“You had sex and you don’t even remember it?? Eunhyuk snickered.
“Not just that, he even said that you’re the culprit! YOU FUCKIN’ RAPED THE MOST DOMINANT PIMP IN VEGAS!” Daesung shouted which made Junsu pull him under the coffee table. (A/N: Just imagine their heads under the table and their asses popping out.
Eunhyuk took out his phone and took a snapshot. He quickly hid the phone when the two went back to their seats. He suddenly remembered that Junsu has his “other” work tonight. “Susu-ah, it’s quarter to eleven already. Don’t you have to go to MAZE?”
Junsu jumped from his seat and squealed. “Yah! I have to go there already! Yo, thanks!” He flew out of the café and hailed a taxi.
~~~~~~~~~~~~CRACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Junsu was still troubled over what happened to him last night. “I know I wasn’t raped last night because my ASS ain’t sore!” Junsu thought while scratching the back of his head.
Yunho saw the bothered expression painted all over Junsu’s face and slowly approached him. “Anything up your ass, brother?” he asked while gently touching his arm.
Junsu shrugs his shoulders. “Apparently, I can’t remember what happened to me last night.”
Yunho’s eyes blinked incessantly for a couple of moments (just like an obsessive fangirl.) “SPILL it MAH Shiztah!” He shrieks unexpectedly.
And so the divine rear cracked up his huge dilemma to the top notch pole glider. (OH YEAH!) Yunho was overwhelmed with fanboyistic glee. “Oooh! I have a fuckin’ ass of an idea that will blow that bastard’s huge PIMP Jr. to orgasmic infinity!!! Well, it is a farkin’ secret for now though, “Yunho snapped his index finger oh so gheily while simultaneously jutting and wriggling his GHEILORD B-U-T-T.
Junsu eyes glistened with mischief. “Fuck, I trust you on this Bee-yatch!!!” Both twinkled their fingers in agreement. (Beta’s note: Think “the way you are’ finger shimmy movement.:P)
The cybersex boytoy/manager of MAZE kicked the door open. Surprised, the boys shrieked in their gayest screams ever for that night. “Yo, you’re up in like …” Changmin looked at his heavy blinged watch, courtesy of Mr. Park Yoochun, “a minute,” and slammed the door.
The heavenly ass and the gheilord looked at each and flailed towards the dresser. They grabbed the glitter powder and sprinkled it all over their already slightly greased up body.
~~
The pimp went inside the va-JAE-na club, also known as MAZE, with a smug EXPRESSION on his face. Hello, he is still, errr… sore. Instead of going up to the VIP room, he went to the VIP lounge and Jaejoong greeted him with a ghei red glittering fur draped all over his shoulders.
“Pimp, what’s the shiz? You looked tired. Want me to massage your ass? Oh, I forgot, you don’t have one,” he laughed like the bitch-slut he truly is.
“Shut up. I’ll just be here sitting in my corner, twirling my fingers and watching your bitches gyrate on stage.”
“Hmph. You sure look annoyed at something. You need to spill, and hell, I will butt slap you if you don’t!” Jae wrapped his fingers around the pimp’s neck and shook him like a fuckin’ retard.
Yoochun pushed him away. “Mind your own business and GTFO!!!”
Jaejoong made a show of his pouty plumped lips and walked away from pimp. Yoochun leaned on the furry couch and noticed that the population of the club increased again. “What’s with the club’s bitches? They’re multiplying like fuckin’ dogs!”
The lights dimmed down and an instant hush surrounded the whole club. {Yunho dance battle song - Magic by Justin Timberlake} Yunho’s black silk pants were creased as he shook his ass to the beat. As he twirled smoothly, his silk black hat fell off, but it only added to the charisma of his dance.
Then the spotlight moved from Yunho to the svelte newcomer on stage. He was wearing a white ensemble. His suit lacked and undershirt to give off that hot sexaay stripper look. (beta: think SM TOWN 09 dance battle outfit. Horrible. XD) He went to the pole and wrapped his nicely toned legs around it, swirling down, going up and down on it, and finally laving it with his tongue like it’s the juiciest lollipop ever. Yunho strode aggressively towards him, hooked his left arm around Su’s, and grabbed him forward by the waist. Su then pops out and circles his hips in front of Yunho while the stripper dressed in black swirls his hands, accentuating the movement of his partner’s movements. (Inspired by Seungri’s Strong Baby performance in SBS Gayo Daejun)
~~~
Yoochun snapped his fingers to call the attention of a waiter. When he noticed that pimp’s sign, he went quickly to his direction but felt a hand on his shoulder. Jaejoong shook his head and the waiter bowed and took his stead instead. He smirked at the sight of the pimp’s face. It’s neither angry nor happy. It’s just blank.
“You’re face is weird, Pimp.” Jaejoong commented to his BFF.
‘I’m happy when my bitch dances. It makes me want him even more, but what I don’t like is when there’s another guy touching his rear. That’s the property of the pimp.” Yoochun told Jae while sipping pure vodka.
“Since when did he become your bitch?” Jaejoong snickered as he sat beside Yoochun.
“He isn’t, yet. But he will be someday.” Said Yoochun while stretching the pimp way. “Can I get him to, you know…”
“What, another private dance? Table? What?” asked Jaejoong as he fixed the black fur wrapped around his neck.
Yoochun cracked his knuckles and sighed, “Table might work.”
“I don’t think so.” Jaejoong stood up in front of Yoochun. He bent 90 degrees and had his hands on the pimp’s lap. His face was too close…
“Why not?” Yoochun’s eyes widened with dismay and “pimp” dissatisfaction.
“Because I know he will not agree! DUH!!! He had a “TOXIC” schedule this morning. I don’t want my famous divine rear getting stressed out,” Jaejoong pointed out.
“He had another thing going on during the morning?” the pimp asked the fur-clad wang owner.
“Hmm…” Jaejoong tapped his sculpted jaw line with his index finger and replied, “Well, you might become a stalker if ever I tell you what he does in the morning, so no, to be specific, in the afternoon.”
“I have work too, you know.” Yoochun rolled his eyes and stood up from the purple furry sofa. He lit a cigarette, but then it was snatched by his BFF.
“No smoking in the lounge. Do it inside the VIP Room. You might ruin my sofas. It was designed by Bijae! Only for the MAZE, Pimp!” Jaejoong pointed out to Yoochun while his head went from left to right like a black girl saying “Nuh-uh! Bitch?”
“You’re starting to dislike me, aren’t you?” the pimp said while walking out of the lounge.
“Not really, just taking care of Bijae’s designs,” Jaejoong replied, flicked his fingers for some slave waiters to arrange the lounge.
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Junsu went straight home after seeing the pimp talking to his boss in very close proximities. He was just tired. Hello??! Duty in the hospital at 2:10PM then dancing for almost 15 minutes, not to mention the private dances that were supposed to be his, but he refused since he’s just mothafuckin’ tired.
As usual, he let his “fuckbutt” meet the comfortable dolphin-water bed after doing the intermittent night rituals. Once he was on his bed, he took the blanket, slid under it and cuddled his favorite rabbit stuff toy.
Rapid eye movement met Junsu. That would mean he was starting to dream…
~~~~~~~~DARN F’N DREAM - OH YEAH~~~~~~~~~~~~
Darkness covered them but Yoochun could feel Junsu’s arms wrap around his “pimp neck.” He felt he had been taken advantage of the divine ass. He complied because he might see {or feel} some good ass results. However, he was taken by surprise when Junsu pushed him against the wall and fiercely kissed the famous pimp {labia?} lips. Of course, the pimp wanted this, but then again, he wanted to be the one doing the pushing and pinning so he held Junsu’s shoulders to shift their position. He failed to do so since he didn’t know that his soon-to-be heavenly ass bitch was this strong {or does it only happen whenever he’s drunk?}
“I don’t like you opposing me. I don’t like losing, so don’t try to fool yourself, pimp,” Junsu hissed against his pimp ears.
The PIMP, a.k.a Park Yoochun of the famous Z.O.C.K. chain hotels, stayed silent because he felt that he’d be in trouble {he seriously thought of that?} if he opposed his bootylicious angel, nope scratch that, demon. The thought of it made him shiver. DAMN! THE MIGHTY PIMP PARK YOOCHUN was afraid of “Fuckbutt Demonic Su?!?!?” He just wished that the other would just give in because he seriously wants to FUCK the daylights out of him. He didn’t want this! He ain’t the type to be fucked in the ass. DAMN! He ain’t even got ass to begin with. His wasn’t as good and squishy compared to the one who’s trailing kisses from his neck down to his abdomen. Wait, when on VEGAS did he manage to open his top and unbuckle his pants without his knowledge?! He felt Junsu envelop his mouth on Pimp Jr., and hot damn, it felt heavenly good!
“It’s Nirvana, baby!” Yoochun thought as his ecstasy rose to the shizzy roof {Beta’s Comments: but then again, it’s a fucking (pun intended)damn alley}. “Damn, can I fucking come now? It’s too good? FUCK!, what am I thinking?” he thought. “It’s just a fuckin’ blowjob. And it’s most definitely unnfff worthy. But … hmmm … ahhh… damn it … I can’t complain… it’s waaaayyyy …. Too… Damn… Good… Compared to others.” He looked down and watched Junsu’s silhouette move. He closed his eyes and let everything happen according to the plan of this drunk Mr, HOTASS.
He felt Junsu cup his ass and heard him snicker. “That’s why you like my ass a lot, you don’t have any.”
The pimp’s eyes widened and he let his hands ruffle the divine rear’s hair. “Bitch, I like that a lot. But I got every single pimp qualification there is covered …” He used his greasiest pimp voice. Junsu stood up and pressed himself against the aching *JUNJUN*.
“Hmmm…ahhhh…SHIT, bitch… I have to DO you …. Ahhhh…. Now…” the fuckin’ pimp cannot believe himself that he sounded so needy but FUCK THAT! He wanted Pimp Jr. to enter the heavenly ass hole. He looked at the imaginary lights {Of course, there are no lights in a fuckin’ dark alley}. “Oh Mighty S-Goddess of the pimp clan… let me fuck him now…” he half-heartedly prayed to one of the five She-Pimp Goddesses…DANG IT!
Junsu somewhat heard the ridiculous prayer and smirked, “I’ll just fuck you, you ass-less wannabe pimp,” he told Yoochun. He forcefully turned the pimp around and stroked the fuckin’ little one down there… again and again … and oh-fuckin’ again. He used the pimp juice to lubricate his own so he could enter the billion dollar pimp hole. He was so downright sadistic since he didn’t even prepared the pimp for the intrusion … Not even a single finger intrusion … it’s just a plain “COCK ENTERING PIMP”. He could hear Yoochun cursing but didn’t care. The pimp hole was so fuckin’ tight it felt like a virgin. Junsu liked it and pushed further quite harshly, making the pimp tense up. He continued this act in a normal pace. Once he heard the fuckin’ “pimp groan,” he went faster and deeper in his ass.
The electricity of pleasure seriously increased as Yoochun felt every painful thrust he received. Damn it! His fuckin’ ass was a virgin and no one dared to fuck it before {A/N: Is because it’s small?} until this bootylicious angel! Well, he was doing a great job because he seriously wants more, more, more from him.
A few more moments and both tensed and released their juices dirtily. Yoochun felt the warmth seep inside him and turned around to kiss Junsu softly and the next thing he knew, the fucker who just fucked his virgin ass senseless was now sleeping soundly while standing.
Yoochun bit his lips and rolled his eyes. He fixed Junsu’s clothes from his pants up to his shirt. He was quite annoyed, but then realized that Junsu consumed way too much alcohol.”Maybe his attitude really changes whenever he’s drunk,” thought Yoochun as he drove his Lexus back to his pimp suite, five blocks away from MAZE.
~~~~~~~~END OF ALLEYWAY~~~~~~
Junsu opened his eyes with the darn fuckin’ sun peeking through his window. He remembered his dream and realized what really happened. “FUCK! FUCKITTY FUCK FUCK! I RAPED PIMPCHUN!!!”
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It's long for my side...XDXDXD
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