3. The slutty Vampire (and a very Slutty Greek God)
Title: 3.The slutty Vampire (and a very Slutty Greek God)
Author: suju_shinki
Pairing: Yoosu
Length: Oneshot Series: Giggling Sluts.
Rating: NC-17
Genre: smut
Summary: Yoochun finds a very drunk and very horny Junsu at a college party
An: For Kao!<3
The Slutty Vampire (and a very Slutty Greek God)
Yoochun was not amused by the amount of people crowding god knows who’s house and he was not amused by whoever gave him that stupid invitation to this stupid Halloween party and he was most certainly not amused by the guy pressing his dick against his ass and trying to ‘dance’ with him.
Yoochun was never a very patient guy and hissed a quick: “Let go of me, fucker” before dashing off and up the stairs of a stranger’s house. Apparently the second floor was reserved for desperate fuckers who needed to get laid right then and there, because everywhere he looked there were couples half stripped of their sad attempts at costumes and hitting third base.
All he needed was bathroom so he could wash his face and get the fuck out of there and into the non-retarded world. He found what he needed after opening a couple of doors and finding some familiar faces, hitting more than third base.
He knocked on the last door, and heard a faint come in. That was weird. Who the hell would say ‘come in’ when they were in the bathroom? Someone who was really drunk, that’s who. He threw the door open, hoping it wasn’t one of his friends in there, because he really didn’t feel like carrying a drunk guy home.
Who he found inside wasn’t exactly one of his friends, but it wasn’t a stranger either. It was Kim Junsu. Yoochun knew him as the weird kid with the nice ass from the science department. He was sitting between the him-and-her sinks, bare feet dangling, his head tilted, eyes closed and he was seemed to be swaying to the silent music only he could hear, because the second Yoochun had closed the door behind him every sound from outside got banned.
Junsu was holding a big red cup with something that smelled like cheap beer in it. But… what the hell was this kid wearing?
Yoochun shook his head, thinking washing his face and taking out the annoying fake teeth and getting the hell out was the best way to go. He reached over to one of the sinks and Junsu chuckled. “You’re a vampire.” “How is that funny?” Yoochun should have known better. He was drunk, everything was funny.
“Can you guess what I am?” Junsu asked and hopped off the sink. He swayed a little from side to side before finding back his balance. He turned around in a circle.
“A guy in a dress?” Yoochun tried turning open the faucet and got startled when Junsu slapped him against his shoulder.
“It’s not a dress, it’s a toga! I’m Zeus.”
“O, sorry,” Yoochun said cocking up an eyebrow. “Didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”
Junsu shrugged and lifted his cup. “Sip?”
“No thanks. I’m getting out of here.” Yoochun successfully turned on the faucet and washed the white make up off his face. He couldn’t remember why the hell he had even agreed to putting on the make up, but his room mate was a persistent bastard.
“But you just got here,” Junsu slurred and leaned over the sink, taking tiny sips in the meantime. “And you look really sexy in those pants.”
Yoochun paused for a moment to look at the drunk kid trying to flirt with him. “I’d go home too if I were you. I can give you a ride if you want.”
“Ah, I love riding,” he said biting his lip, trying to look seductive. Yoochun ignored him and looked around the bathroom in search for a towel. He found one lying on the edge of the bathtub and dried his face with it.
“What do you say? Are you going to let me ride you if you take me home?”
“Exactly how drunk are you?” Yoochun asked. In comparison to the party going on downstairs, Kim Junsu was much, much more amusing.
“I don’t know, I stopped counting after my fourth cup,” he shrugged and climbed back onto the sink. He rested his head on the wall behind him and spread his legs. The ‘toga’ covered anything that was in between. “I’m great in bed, you know?”
“I wouldn’t know,” Yoochun chuckled. He had decided that leaving him here wasn’t an option, because in the state he was in the next bastard to come through that door would fuck the life out of him.
Yoochun was about to move in and pull him down when Junsu did something unexpected. He put down the paper cup, slid his hands under his toga and a second later, his pitch black boxers fell to the floor.
“And now I’m not wearing anything underneath,” he smiled.
Yoochun swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat and shook his head. He wasn’t going to fuck a drunk guy who he had first met officially ten minutes ago in a stranger’s bathroom while people were making out right outside of the door. Or was he?
“Listen…I really don’t want to leave you here like this. Let me take you home.”
“Let me give you a kiss.”
As long as it stayed with a kiss, Yoochun told himself. Kissing a stranger wasn’t that terrible. Everyone he knew did it.
“And you’ll let me take you home after?”
Junsu grinned and pulled him closer by his collar. “I’ll let you do anything you want after.” He wrapped his legs around Yoochun’s waist the second their lips met. Junsu’s tongue was in his mouth, tasting like-what else- cheap beer. But it was bearable because the things Kim Junsu could do with that same tongue were amazing.
Yoochun moaned into his mouth and Junsu took his hand and shoved it under his toga. Yoochun’s fingers curled around his thigh, but it was getting harder and harder to keep it there. Junsu was pitching a tent in his man-dress.
“Vampires shouldn’t be shy,” he mumbled, fingers fiddling with the buttons of Yoochun’s shirt. “I swear I won’t regret this in the morning so you don’t have to hold back.”
When Yoochun’s shirt was completely undone, Junsu pushed it over his shoulders and Yoochun let it hit the floor.
Junsu let go of Yoochun’s waist and planted both his feet on the marble sink and nothing was hidden from Yoochun eyes anymore. The toga crawled up uncovering his red pulsating erection together with his small pink hole.
“Go ahead,” Junsu breathed. Realizing there was no way he could back down now, Yoochun let his fingers caress Junsu’s hard on, feeling himself grow harder every second. Junsu moaned and bucked into his hand.
“Come on,” he whined. “I won’t break…
At that, Yoochun wrapped his hand firmly around Junsu’s cock and travelled down with his other hand until he found his tight hole. He pressed his index finger into the dry heat and felt Junsu shake under his hands. “I love that,” he breathed. “I love that so fucking much…”
Yoochun moved his finger in and out, fucking him the best he could with one finger. He let go of Junsu’s dick so that he could concentrate more on the task at hand. He added another finger into Junsu’s ass.
“I’m ready,” Junsu moaned. Yoochun highly doubted that but he wasn’t going to prolong his own misery. His cock was about to burst in his pants while there was an ass clenching around air right in front of him. The unzipped his pants and Junsu attacked his cock with his mouth.
“O, shit,” Yoochun hissed, pressing Junsu’s head down further. Junsu made sure to coat his whole cock with saliva before going back into his previous position, legs spread, ready for Yoochun to fuck his brains out.
“You’re a fucking slut, you know that?” he muttered, planting his hands on Junsu’s thighs before ramming his dick into his waiting hole.
Junsu wrapped his arms around his neck and his legs around his waist, letting his ass swallow Yoochun’s cock up whole.
Yoochun started thrusting and they started moaning, panting, swearing. During their frantic fucking they found each other’s mouth again, exchanging long wet kisses.
Yoochun came with a loud guttural moan and as he pulled out and let the last bits of his cum hit the tiles, Junsu’s load hit him on his hip, staining his black pants.
Junsu collapsed against the wall behind him and giggled. Yoochun sat on the edge of the bathtub, carefully letting himself fall into it, his legs hanging over the edge. He leaned his head against the wall and closed his eyes, coming down from his orgasm. He languidly tugged himself back into his pants a few minutes later and got out of the bathtub. Junsu’s eyes followed him with every move he made. As he took a piece of toilet paper and cleaned his pants with it, as he put on his shirt and as he buttoned it back up.
“Hey,” Junsu said softly.
Yoochun turned around to look at the still intoxicated boy. He needed to take him home quick.
“Hey,” Junsu repeated, “did you like it?”
Yoochun smiled at him and stuck out his hand for him to take. Junsu took it and jumped off the sink. “It was great,” Yoochun said and leaned down to grab Junsu’s boxers for him. Seeing that the boy was still a little wobbly on his feet Yoochun kneeled on the floor. “Put your foot in here.” Junsu did as he was told and let Yoochun help him into his underwear.
“Where are your shoes?” Yoochun asked and Junsu shrugged. “Guess you’ll have to figure that out tomorrow then. Come on, I’ll take you home.”
Monday came and Yoochun wondered what Kim Junsu actually still remembered. Yoochun was in the library waiting for the librarian to find a copy of Pride & Prejudice for him when Junsu came sauntering in. Yoochun twirled a pencil between his fingers and hated himself for being nervous and looking away. When he was sure Junsu was coming his way he forced himself to look up and lock eyes with his one night stand.
“Hey,” Junsu said.
“Hey,” Yoochun answered.
Junsu took a seat next to him and folded his hands in his lap and looked down. “I just wanted to thank you for the other night.”
Yoochun assumed he was talking about the part where he brought him to the dorms and knocked on every door until he found Junsu’s. Lucky enough, Junsu’s roommate hadn’t gone out that night. “Don’t mention it,” Yoochun said.
“No, really, Thanks. You know, I’m not always like that. It’s just that I don’t really do alcohol well. I’m sorry if I was… forceful.”
“You were persistent,” Yoochun chuckled. “But it’s okay. I had fun.”
“Me too,” Junsu smiled, looking up this time.
“Hey, did you find your shoes?”
“Nope. But I was wearing slippers that night anyway so it’s not a big loss,” Junsu shrugged. “Thanks for lending me your socks when we were outside.”
“Ah, don’t mention it. The campus isn’t as clean as we all think it is.”
“Yeah. It was really nice of you…I was wondering…could we maybe go out sometimes?”
To say Yoochun was surprised would be an understatement. Surprised, yes. Pleasantly surprised…yes.
He fished out his cell phone and they exchanged numbers.
“Thanks, I’ll call you,” Junsu said, smiling before leaving.
Yoochun waited for his book to arrive, thinking that that party wasn’t that bad after all.
Author: suju_shinki
Pairing: Yoosu
Length: Oneshot Series: Giggling Sluts.
Rating: NC-17
Genre: smut
Summary: Yoochun finds a very drunk and very horny Junsu at a college party
An: For Kao!<3
The Slutty Vampire (and a very Slutty Greek God)
Yoochun was not amused by the amount of people crowding god knows who’s house and he was not amused by whoever gave him that stupid invitation to this stupid Halloween party and he was most certainly not amused by the guy pressing his dick against his ass and trying to ‘dance’ with him.
Yoochun was never a very patient guy and hissed a quick: “Let go of me, fucker” before dashing off and up the stairs of a stranger’s house. Apparently the second floor was reserved for desperate fuckers who needed to get laid right then and there, because everywhere he looked there were couples half stripped of their sad attempts at costumes and hitting third base.
All he needed was bathroom so he could wash his face and get the fuck out of there and into the non-retarded world. He found what he needed after opening a couple of doors and finding some familiar faces, hitting more than third base.
He knocked on the last door, and heard a faint come in. That was weird. Who the hell would say ‘come in’ when they were in the bathroom? Someone who was really drunk, that’s who. He threw the door open, hoping it wasn’t one of his friends in there, because he really didn’t feel like carrying a drunk guy home.
Who he found inside wasn’t exactly one of his friends, but it wasn’t a stranger either. It was Kim Junsu. Yoochun knew him as the weird kid with the nice ass from the science department. He was sitting between the him-and-her sinks, bare feet dangling, his head tilted, eyes closed and he was seemed to be swaying to the silent music only he could hear, because the second Yoochun had closed the door behind him every sound from outside got banned.
Junsu was holding a big red cup with something that smelled like cheap beer in it. But… what the hell was this kid wearing?
Yoochun shook his head, thinking washing his face and taking out the annoying fake teeth and getting the hell out was the best way to go. He reached over to one of the sinks and Junsu chuckled. “You’re a vampire.” “How is that funny?” Yoochun should have known better. He was drunk, everything was funny.
“Can you guess what I am?” Junsu asked and hopped off the sink. He swayed a little from side to side before finding back his balance. He turned around in a circle.
“A guy in a dress?” Yoochun tried turning open the faucet and got startled when Junsu slapped him against his shoulder.
“It’s not a dress, it’s a toga! I’m Zeus.”
“O, sorry,” Yoochun said cocking up an eyebrow. “Didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”
Junsu shrugged and lifted his cup. “Sip?”
“No thanks. I’m getting out of here.” Yoochun successfully turned on the faucet and washed the white make up off his face. He couldn’t remember why the hell he had even agreed to putting on the make up, but his room mate was a persistent bastard.
“But you just got here,” Junsu slurred and leaned over the sink, taking tiny sips in the meantime. “And you look really sexy in those pants.”
Yoochun paused for a moment to look at the drunk kid trying to flirt with him. “I’d go home too if I were you. I can give you a ride if you want.”
“Ah, I love riding,” he said biting his lip, trying to look seductive. Yoochun ignored him and looked around the bathroom in search for a towel. He found one lying on the edge of the bathtub and dried his face with it.
“What do you say? Are you going to let me ride you if you take me home?”
“Exactly how drunk are you?” Yoochun asked. In comparison to the party going on downstairs, Kim Junsu was much, much more amusing.
“I don’t know, I stopped counting after my fourth cup,” he shrugged and climbed back onto the sink. He rested his head on the wall behind him and spread his legs. The ‘toga’ covered anything that was in between. “I’m great in bed, you know?”
“I wouldn’t know,” Yoochun chuckled. He had decided that leaving him here wasn’t an option, because in the state he was in the next bastard to come through that door would fuck the life out of him.
Yoochun was about to move in and pull him down when Junsu did something unexpected. He put down the paper cup, slid his hands under his toga and a second later, his pitch black boxers fell to the floor.
“And now I’m not wearing anything underneath,” he smiled.
Yoochun swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat and shook his head. He wasn’t going to fuck a drunk guy who he had first met officially ten minutes ago in a stranger’s bathroom while people were making out right outside of the door. Or was he?
“Listen…I really don’t want to leave you here like this. Let me take you home.”
“Let me give you a kiss.”
As long as it stayed with a kiss, Yoochun told himself. Kissing a stranger wasn’t that terrible. Everyone he knew did it.
“And you’ll let me take you home after?”
Junsu grinned and pulled him closer by his collar. “I’ll let you do anything you want after.” He wrapped his legs around Yoochun’s waist the second their lips met. Junsu’s tongue was in his mouth, tasting like-what else- cheap beer. But it was bearable because the things Kim Junsu could do with that same tongue were amazing.
Yoochun moaned into his mouth and Junsu took his hand and shoved it under his toga. Yoochun’s fingers curled around his thigh, but it was getting harder and harder to keep it there. Junsu was pitching a tent in his man-dress.
“Vampires shouldn’t be shy,” he mumbled, fingers fiddling with the buttons of Yoochun’s shirt. “I swear I won’t regret this in the morning so you don’t have to hold back.”
When Yoochun’s shirt was completely undone, Junsu pushed it over his shoulders and Yoochun let it hit the floor.
Junsu let go of Yoochun’s waist and planted both his feet on the marble sink and nothing was hidden from Yoochun eyes anymore. The toga crawled up uncovering his red pulsating erection together with his small pink hole.
“Go ahead,” Junsu breathed. Realizing there was no way he could back down now, Yoochun let his fingers caress Junsu’s hard on, feeling himself grow harder every second. Junsu moaned and bucked into his hand.
“Come on,” he whined. “I won’t break…
At that, Yoochun wrapped his hand firmly around Junsu’s cock and travelled down with his other hand until he found his tight hole. He pressed his index finger into the dry heat and felt Junsu shake under his hands. “I love that,” he breathed. “I love that so fucking much…”
Yoochun moved his finger in and out, fucking him the best he could with one finger. He let go of Junsu’s dick so that he could concentrate more on the task at hand. He added another finger into Junsu’s ass.
“I’m ready,” Junsu moaned. Yoochun highly doubted that but he wasn’t going to prolong his own misery. His cock was about to burst in his pants while there was an ass clenching around air right in front of him. The unzipped his pants and Junsu attacked his cock with his mouth.
“O, shit,” Yoochun hissed, pressing Junsu’s head down further. Junsu made sure to coat his whole cock with saliva before going back into his previous position, legs spread, ready for Yoochun to fuck his brains out.
“You’re a fucking slut, you know that?” he muttered, planting his hands on Junsu’s thighs before ramming his dick into his waiting hole.
Junsu wrapped his arms around his neck and his legs around his waist, letting his ass swallow Yoochun’s cock up whole.
Yoochun started thrusting and they started moaning, panting, swearing. During their frantic fucking they found each other’s mouth again, exchanging long wet kisses.
Yoochun came with a loud guttural moan and as he pulled out and let the last bits of his cum hit the tiles, Junsu’s load hit him on his hip, staining his black pants.
Junsu collapsed against the wall behind him and giggled. Yoochun sat on the edge of the bathtub, carefully letting himself fall into it, his legs hanging over the edge. He leaned his head against the wall and closed his eyes, coming down from his orgasm. He languidly tugged himself back into his pants a few minutes later and got out of the bathtub. Junsu’s eyes followed him with every move he made. As he took a piece of toilet paper and cleaned his pants with it, as he put on his shirt and as he buttoned it back up.
“Hey,” Junsu said softly.
Yoochun turned around to look at the still intoxicated boy. He needed to take him home quick.
“Hey,” Junsu repeated, “did you like it?”
Yoochun smiled at him and stuck out his hand for him to take. Junsu took it and jumped off the sink. “It was great,” Yoochun said and leaned down to grab Junsu’s boxers for him. Seeing that the boy was still a little wobbly on his feet Yoochun kneeled on the floor. “Put your foot in here.” Junsu did as he was told and let Yoochun help him into his underwear.
“Where are your shoes?” Yoochun asked and Junsu shrugged. “Guess you’ll have to figure that out tomorrow then. Come on, I’ll take you home.”
Monday came and Yoochun wondered what Kim Junsu actually still remembered. Yoochun was in the library waiting for the librarian to find a copy of Pride & Prejudice for him when Junsu came sauntering in. Yoochun twirled a pencil between his fingers and hated himself for being nervous and looking away. When he was sure Junsu was coming his way he forced himself to look up and lock eyes with his one night stand.
“Hey,” Junsu said.
“Hey,” Yoochun answered.
Junsu took a seat next to him and folded his hands in his lap and looked down. “I just wanted to thank you for the other night.”
Yoochun assumed he was talking about the part where he brought him to the dorms and knocked on every door until he found Junsu’s. Lucky enough, Junsu’s roommate hadn’t gone out that night. “Don’t mention it,” Yoochun said.
“No, really, Thanks. You know, I’m not always like that. It’s just that I don’t really do alcohol well. I’m sorry if I was… forceful.”
“You were persistent,” Yoochun chuckled. “But it’s okay. I had fun.”
“Me too,” Junsu smiled, looking up this time.
“Hey, did you find your shoes?”
“Nope. But I was wearing slippers that night anyway so it’s not a big loss,” Junsu shrugged. “Thanks for lending me your socks when we were outside.”
“Ah, don’t mention it. The campus isn’t as clean as we all think it is.”
“Yeah. It was really nice of you…I was wondering…could we maybe go out sometimes?”
To say Yoochun was surprised would be an understatement. Surprised, yes. Pleasantly surprised…yes.
He fished out his cell phone and they exchanged numbers.
“Thanks, I’ll call you,” Junsu said, smiling before leaving.
Yoochun waited for his book to arrive, thinking that that party wasn’t that bad after all.