{Fiction - YooSu} The Mighty Red Manicured Pimp Hand 7
Title: The Mighty Red Manicured Pimp Hand
Author: egoisticfreak
Paring: YooSu, JaeMinHo
Genre: Crack, Smut, Fluff
Rating: NC-17
Chapter: 720
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...
Beta’s Note: Aaah!!!~ This chapter made me roll down on the floor and wiggle my ass. DAMN IT, THIS IS FLUFF!!!
A/N: NO IT’S NOT! XD
Chapter 7 - I’m Not Your Bitch
The pimp smiled at the sight of the heavenly ass. Junsu looked at him and tried his damndest not to bitch slap the pimp. It’s funny how he wanted to cup and ravish those lips for reasons unknown to him. The pimp gestured away from the door to give way for his divine ass and made himself comfortable inside the VIP room. He smoothly walked towards the direction of the divine rear. He sat beside him and continued staring at Junsu.
Junsu became conscious of the pimp’s continuous lustful stare. He sighed and finally said, “Stop staring at me. I don’t think I was ordered to be here just to be stared at.”
Yoochun remained silent and smirked the pimpy way. As always, Junsu grew impatient and stood up, but was pulled back to the furry couch by the pimp. Yoochun lunged forward and almost straddled Junsu and noticed the sudden flushed skin of the later. He used his infamous greasy pimp voice and said, “I paid 10 times your usual salary for the night. I think I can do whatever I want. Don’t worry, I won’t fuck up that very nice ass of yours unless… you want to…” The pimp licked his lower lip and went back to his usual pimp position.
Junsu’s heart throbbed at the sudden reply. He felt so fuckin’ embarrassed and wanted to bitch slap the pimp’s face. However, he knows that his face was way too red and it would be impossible for Yoochun to miss it. “Damn, I’m getting too obvious…” he thought to himself. Then he remembered the dream. It’s good to imagine the real thing… or was it really true? He still didn’t know and needed to confirm it… But he was sure the pimp would just smirk and do nothing more. Damn it!
He shrugged at the thought and looked at the opposite direction. Yoochun noticed the shifting of reactions of his bootylicious angel. He smiled at the thought that Junsu was thinking of him right at this moment. It’s just one wishful thinking that he just can’t ignore. He loved the idea of Junsu thinking about him even though he’s just right next to him. Well, he’ll just continue to gaze at the beautiful reactions of the conscious bombshell.
The heavenly ass was seriously impatient and then turned to the pimp’s direction. He gulped and tried to vomit some words, but nothing came out. He tried again, a small squeak escaped and he saw the pimp’s sneer grew wider. He closed his eyes and sighed, finally allowing words to come ou.
“Yoo-, I mean, Mr. Park-”
“Call me Yoochun, Pimp or your favorite word for me,” Yoochun smirks, “bastard.”
Junsu blinked and tried for the fourth time, “Yoochun, do you still remember the night that I gave you a private dance?”
The pimp’s smile vanished. How could he ever forget that night? It was Nirvana (though the turning of events was quite weird,) he loved that night. “B, how can I not? Don’t tell you still don’t remember what you did to me?”
“B? What’s that?” He shivered at thought. Maybe it was true after all. Damn it! He looked away again, but the pimp held his chin and kissed him. Junsu was abso-fuckin-lutely surprised by the sudden forceful contact. ”Damn, this tongue sure is attacking like crazy,” he thought.
Yoochun continued to intrude Junsu’s lips and insides. He grew impatient as his heavenly ass still wasn’t complying to his demands. Damn it! He licked the outline of Junsu’s lips and bit it softly. He heard a low moan coming from Junsu (finally!) and it made him all the more excited, so he continued his ministrations.
Junsu can’t help but moan and decided to let the pimp have his way with him. He needed air but he found it impossible to part away his lips from Yoochun’s. He returned the kiss fervently and the pimp licked Junsu’s upper lip, making the make out session all the more sensual.
Yoochun has tasted all the types of wine (and men) the world had to offer, but this was a rare one. For him, Junsu’s taste is the sweetest and most addictive. He wanted to drown in this shiz. He felt the pleasure rise even more when Junsu wrapped his arms around his neck and they both landed on the couch, Yoochun topping this time. He shifted to a more comfortable position and pierced his way inside the divine rear’s mouth. He swirled his tongue and felt the electricity when Junsu obeyed. How he loved this moment! The kiss was just too ecstatic and he wanted more. He caressed Junsu’s face and slid it down to his navel area. Junsu was surprised and pushed him away.
“What the FUCK, B?” Yoochun asked as he glared at the said bitch.
B? Again? “I am not B! You know I have a freakin’ name, bastard. Besides, what the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Yeah, I do know your fuckin’ name, Heavenly Ass Junsu,” he snickered at Junsu’s reaction and continued, “For your information, I am just doing what I want. I paid you to be here, remember?”
Junsu stayed silent as the pimp caressed his face again. His poor heart was beating furiously fast, and seriously, he knew that the pimp noticed his “loser” reactions (he started showing signs of finally giving in to the Pimp’s whims.^^,). He even moaned in pleasure when they made out. He hadn’t felt *Odaxelagnia before. Seriously. He composed himself and said, “What else do you want from me?”
‘”Aside from your nervous reactions, and our makeout sessions, there’s something I noticed when you entered this room. There’s something that’s bothering you,” the pimp replied, brushing his lips with his thumb.
“How could he have noticed? The bloody note… Was it from him? No, I don’t think it’d be from him,” he thought.
“Nothing,” he answered plainly.
“You’re lying, my bitch,” he said.
“I AM NOT YOUR BITCH, BASTARD!” Junsu fumed at the pimp. “If you don’t want anything else from me, I think I should go now. I’ll see you next time then, pimp.”
Yoochun remained silent and played with his pimp hat as he watched the divine rear exit the room. He then made his voice louder, “If you’re ready to tell me, I’ll be here.”
Junsu heard those words and it made him felt calm for a while. He went downstairs and stopped at the counter where he saw Bijae talking to Jaejoong. Both were too ghei to describe, so he looked at away and saw Maechun who continued wiggling her cute ass in front of the customer while taking his girlfriend’s orders. He giggled and turned around to get something to drink from the bar.
“Leiho,” he snapped his fingers to the general direction of the bartender. She quickly strode in front of him and took his order. She made the drink in the usual flashy bartender style: bottles and glasses flying to shake blend the mixed drink. After Junsu received the drink, she went back to her seat in the bar and took something. Then, she gestured towards his direction again and gave him something. Junsu’s expressions were blank throughout the whole time. He knew it was from the pimp since the gift was sparkly and it was wrapped in purple. He smiled and decided to open it later.
After finishing his drink, he went outside MAZE and noticed the dark alley where a man was standing. The man moved and Junsu knew it’ll the conspicuous man is heading towards his direction. Junsu decided to get out of MAZE through the back door.. His heart throbbed in fear at the sight of the man in the dark. “Could he be?” he thought and he bumped into someone and his perk ass cushioned his fall. The other guy, on the other hand, cursed him, “FUCK!! WHO THE HELL ARE YOU, YOU MERE MORTAL, TO BUMP THE PIMP!”
The pimp blinked at the sight of Junsu. He suddenly stood up and fixed the creases on his pimp outfit, a gift from Jaejoong who said that Bijae made it. He smoothed his hair and put on his usual pimp hat and held the pimp cane on his pimp hand. He helped Junsu stand up and noticed the frightened expression on the face of his heavenly ass.
“Something is up,” concluded the pimp. He caressed his cheeks and interlaced his fingers with him.
~~~
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Author: egoisticfreak
Paring: YooSu, JaeMinHo
Genre: Crack, Smut, Fluff
Rating: NC-17
Chapter: 720
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...
Beta’s Note: Aaah!!!~ This chapter made me roll down on the floor and wiggle my ass. DAMN IT, THIS IS FLUFF!!!
A/N: NO IT’S NOT! XD
Chapter 7 - I’m Not Your Bitch
The pimp smiled at the sight of the heavenly ass. Junsu looked at him and tried his damndest not to bitch slap the pimp. It’s funny how he wanted to cup and ravish those lips for reasons unknown to him. The pimp gestured away from the door to give way for his divine ass and made himself comfortable inside the VIP room. He smoothly walked towards the direction of the divine rear. He sat beside him and continued staring at Junsu.
Junsu became conscious of the pimp’s continuous lustful stare. He sighed and finally said, “Stop staring at me. I don’t think I was ordered to be here just to be stared at.”
Yoochun remained silent and smirked the pimpy way. As always, Junsu grew impatient and stood up, but was pulled back to the furry couch by the pimp. Yoochun lunged forward and almost straddled Junsu and noticed the sudden flushed skin of the later. He used his infamous greasy pimp voice and said, “I paid 10 times your usual salary for the night. I think I can do whatever I want. Don’t worry, I won’t fuck up that very nice ass of yours unless… you want to…” The pimp licked his lower lip and went back to his usual pimp position.
Junsu’s heart throbbed at the sudden reply. He felt so fuckin’ embarrassed and wanted to bitch slap the pimp’s face. However, he knows that his face was way too red and it would be impossible for Yoochun to miss it. “Damn, I’m getting too obvious…” he thought to himself. Then he remembered the dream. It’s good to imagine the real thing… or was it really true? He still didn’t know and needed to confirm it… But he was sure the pimp would just smirk and do nothing more. Damn it!
He shrugged at the thought and looked at the opposite direction. Yoochun noticed the shifting of reactions of his bootylicious angel. He smiled at the thought that Junsu was thinking of him right at this moment. It’s just one wishful thinking that he just can’t ignore. He loved the idea of Junsu thinking about him even though he’s just right next to him. Well, he’ll just continue to gaze at the beautiful reactions of the conscious bombshell.
The heavenly ass was seriously impatient and then turned to the pimp’s direction. He gulped and tried to vomit some words, but nothing came out. He tried again, a small squeak escaped and he saw the pimp’s sneer grew wider. He closed his eyes and sighed, finally allowing words to come ou.
“Yoo-, I mean, Mr. Park-”
“Call me Yoochun, Pimp or your favorite word for me,” Yoochun smirks, “bastard.”
Junsu blinked and tried for the fourth time, “Yoochun, do you still remember the night that I gave you a private dance?”
The pimp’s smile vanished. How could he ever forget that night? It was Nirvana (though the turning of events was quite weird,) he loved that night. “B, how can I not? Don’t tell you still don’t remember what you did to me?”
“B? What’s that?” He shivered at thought. Maybe it was true after all. Damn it! He looked away again, but the pimp held his chin and kissed him. Junsu was abso-fuckin-lutely surprised by the sudden forceful contact. ”Damn, this tongue sure is attacking like crazy,” he thought.
Yoochun continued to intrude Junsu’s lips and insides. He grew impatient as his heavenly ass still wasn’t complying to his demands. Damn it! He licked the outline of Junsu’s lips and bit it softly. He heard a low moan coming from Junsu (finally!) and it made him all the more excited, so he continued his ministrations.
Junsu can’t help but moan and decided to let the pimp have his way with him. He needed air but he found it impossible to part away his lips from Yoochun’s. He returned the kiss fervently and the pimp licked Junsu’s upper lip, making the make out session all the more sensual.
Yoochun has tasted all the types of wine (and men) the world had to offer, but this was a rare one. For him, Junsu’s taste is the sweetest and most addictive. He wanted to drown in this shiz. He felt the pleasure rise even more when Junsu wrapped his arms around his neck and they both landed on the couch, Yoochun topping this time. He shifted to a more comfortable position and pierced his way inside the divine rear’s mouth. He swirled his tongue and felt the electricity when Junsu obeyed. How he loved this moment! The kiss was just too ecstatic and he wanted more. He caressed Junsu’s face and slid it down to his navel area. Junsu was surprised and pushed him away.
“What the FUCK, B?” Yoochun asked as he glared at the said bitch.
B? Again? “I am not B! You know I have a freakin’ name, bastard. Besides, what the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Yeah, I do know your fuckin’ name, Heavenly Ass Junsu,” he snickered at Junsu’s reaction and continued, “For your information, I am just doing what I want. I paid you to be here, remember?”
Junsu stayed silent as the pimp caressed his face again. His poor heart was beating furiously fast, and seriously, he knew that the pimp noticed his “loser” reactions (he started showing signs of finally giving in to the Pimp’s whims.^^,). He even moaned in pleasure when they made out. He hadn’t felt *Odaxelagnia before. Seriously. He composed himself and said, “What else do you want from me?”
‘”Aside from your nervous reactions, and our makeout sessions, there’s something I noticed when you entered this room. There’s something that’s bothering you,” the pimp replied, brushing his lips with his thumb.
“How could he have noticed? The bloody note… Was it from him? No, I don’t think it’d be from him,” he thought.
“Nothing,” he answered plainly.
“You’re lying, my bitch,” he said.
“I AM NOT YOUR BITCH, BASTARD!” Junsu fumed at the pimp. “If you don’t want anything else from me, I think I should go now. I’ll see you next time then, pimp.”
Yoochun remained silent and played with his pimp hat as he watched the divine rear exit the room. He then made his voice louder, “If you’re ready to tell me, I’ll be here.”
Junsu heard those words and it made him felt calm for a while. He went downstairs and stopped at the counter where he saw Bijae talking to Jaejoong. Both were too ghei to describe, so he looked at away and saw Maechun who continued wiggling her cute ass in front of the customer while taking his girlfriend’s orders. He giggled and turned around to get something to drink from the bar.
“Leiho,” he snapped his fingers to the general direction of the bartender. She quickly strode in front of him and took his order. She made the drink in the usual flashy bartender style: bottles and glasses flying to shake blend the mixed drink. After Junsu received the drink, she went back to her seat in the bar and took something. Then, she gestured towards his direction again and gave him something. Junsu’s expressions were blank throughout the whole time. He knew it was from the pimp since the gift was sparkly and it was wrapped in purple. He smiled and decided to open it later.
After finishing his drink, he went outside MAZE and noticed the dark alley where a man was standing. The man moved and Junsu knew it’ll the conspicuous man is heading towards his direction. Junsu decided to get out of MAZE through the back door.. His heart throbbed in fear at the sight of the man in the dark. “Could he be?” he thought and he bumped into someone and his perk ass cushioned his fall. The other guy, on the other hand, cursed him, “FUCK!! WHO THE HELL ARE YOU, YOU MERE MORTAL, TO BUMP THE PIMP!”
The pimp blinked at the sight of Junsu. He suddenly stood up and fixed the creases on his pimp outfit, a gift from Jaejoong who said that Bijae made it. He smoothed his hair and put on his usual pimp hat and held the pimp cane on his pimp hand. He helped Junsu stand up and noticed the frightened expression on the face of his heavenly ass.
“Something is up,” concluded the pimp. He caressed his cheeks and interlaced his fingers with him.
~~~
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