TwitFics 1-4
This is the first batch of my twitter fics. These are fics I've written on twitter^^ if you haven't followed @KINKYOOSU on twitter yet, please do, there's more where these came from ^___^
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Hot Breaths
Yoochun's breath was warm against his neck, tickling his skin, dampening it with every exhale. "When is this going to end?" He whispered.
"You're too loud," Junsu said softly. "They could hear, Yoochun. And you're standing too close. What if they see? You're making me nervous."
A deep chuckle right beside Junsu's ear before he felt Yoochun's sharp teeth dig into his nape. Junsu's mouth opened but no sound came out.
"No one is here," Yoochun whispered. "Turn around." Junsu hesitated before doing as he was told. "If anyone sees..."
"If anyone sees, we'll give them a show," Yoochun smiled and trailed his teethmarks with his fingers. "A really good show, how's that?"
Junsu's eyes darted to the door once before leaning in and crushing their lips together in a sinful kiss. Sloppy, too much tongue, perfect.
Yoochun's hands were on his stomach, thumbing his bellybutton before dipping lower and pushing it into Junsu's waistband. "Don't." Lost.
His words were lost in their kiss and there was nothing he could do,nothing he wanted to do about it. His pants got unbuttoned, unzipped.
Things got blurry, every was fading into one another, their mouth, their breaths, their bodies and souls. They were alone, finally, finally.
The moment was soon over though. They heard voices and got pulled back into reality, harsh, cold reality. They weren't alone, ever.
They pulled away and Junsu zipped himself up in record time. "I'm sorry," Yoochun whispered frantically. "I just missed you, I'm sorry."
"Just go," Junsu hissed. "If they see-" Yoochun pressed a last kiss onto Junsu's lips before pulling himself away entirely. The door opened.
They exchanged looks of relieve, when their classmates came rushing in. Loud chatter and laughter filled the classroom, forcing them apart.
Yoochun moved to the other side of the room and sat down quietly. Junsu tried not too stare, not to think about him even.
Class started. They exchanged one last look, he couldn't help it. Yoochun's mouth looked red. Junsu felt strangely satisfied. Yoochun smiled
Risky Business
A stack of files were dropped onto his keyboard. "I need these copied and sent out," were the only words wasted. No please, no thank you.
Junsu just sat there for a few seconds as if to make a statement, to say that he was offended. He knew it wouldn't matter. He got up anyway.
He dragged himself towards the copier. His mind filled with graphic images in which his boss was gagged, tied up...punished. Lesson learned.
He was in the middle of copying when his boss came breathing down his neck. "I need more coffee when you're done here." A pat on the ass.
Junsu dropped a few files and bent down to pick them up. The hand was there, shamelessly caressing his ass like it wasn't awkward at all.
"This isn't appropriate," Junsu hissed and his boss chuckled. "Why? You were fine with it last night." "You can't treat me like this."
"I can treat you however the hell I like. Now get back to work or you're fired. How is that for appropriate for you," he snapped and left.
Junsu took a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself down. Images of wooden paddles, gags, ropes came to mind. He'd feel it one day. Soon.
He stood at the copier longer than needed, willing his erection away. Every time, those harsh words, those touches. His touches.
He sent out the documents and brewed a fresh pot of coffee before knocking on Mr. Park's office and entering. Mr. Park sat at his desk.
Junsu closed the door behind him and twirled the lock behind his back. "Took you long enough," Mr. Park said. "Was your dick that hard?"
Junsu ignored him and put the coffee mug down on his desk before walking around it and stood behind Mr. Park's chair. "I locked the door."
"I have a lot of work to do and so do you... So make it quick." Mr Park turned around in his office chair and Junsu's breath hitched.
"What are you waiting for? Get on your knees," Mr. Park said and spread his legs slightly. "Do your job, and do it well."
"If your job is to be a fucking asshole, then you're doing great," Junsu snapped as he dropped to his knees and palmed Yoochun's sex.
He was half hard through his pants and Junsu couldn't wait to pull it out, suck on it, have it in him, anything.
His resolve from before crumbled. The idea of revenge far, far away. This is how he liked it. He liked being on his knees, used as a toy.
He'd always like it and Yoochun-No, Mr Park knew that very well. A bit too well, Junsu thought as Yoochun smirked down on him.
Heels
His heart was pounding, his palms were sweaty and his breathing heavy. He wouldn't be able to look away from the stage if he wanted to.
Junsu was up next. He had been secretive about what he'd be wearing. It was a contest for boys in girl's clothes and that's all yoochun knew.
Yoochun was forever indebted to whoever came up with the genius idea to have Junsu represent their class in this contest. A dream come true.
Something was being said through a microphone but nothing registered. He stared, and stared some more, didn't even take the risk of blinking
There he was. Kim Junsu. Black wig, red, satin blouse filled with god only knew, and a skirt. A denim skirt barely covering half his thigh.
Yoochun's jaw dropped when he started moving. Music came on and Junsu's hips swayed with it. Left, right, thrust thrust, thrust...panties?
Yoochun shot up out of his chair when Junsu spread his legs just a bit too wide and flashed everyone his tighty whities. Once, twice.
Laughter came from the audience, but Junsu obliviously finished his act, accepted his thundering applause and blushed at the catcalls.
The second he disappeared off that stage, Yoochun dashed out of there and ran around the stage. Junsu was stumbling down the stairs in heels.
"What are you doing here," Junsu chuckled and grabbed a hold of Yoochun's arm for balance. "You think I'm going to win?"
Yoochun didn't know whether to laugh or cry. His boyfriend had just flashed his underwear to the entire school and looked delicious at it.
"You were great," Yoochun finally said. "We have an hour before the results come out so..." "So oppa wants to see what's under my skirt?"
Yoochun shivered and Junsu's nails dug into his arm. Junsu looked around and kicked off the heels, planting his bare feet on the grass.
The stage was set up on the football field near their school, but only half of it was used. The other half, completely empty. Junsu ran.
He pulled Yoochun with him, laughing the whole time. They didn't stop until they reached the other side of the field, shadowed by bleachers.
Junsu kissed him before they had even come to a complete halt. "Well?" Junsu asked. "How do I look?" Yoochun touched the tips of the wig.
"Call me oppa again."
Whore
He needed to punch something, someone. Him, preferably. How dare he sit there, 3 feet away, hand on this strange man's thigh, laughing.
And they were inching closer too. Now and then Yoochun would lean in and whisper something in this man's ear. It didn't sit well with Junsu.
Worst thing was that this wasn't the first time. They had talked about this before, Junsu had expressed his feelings, Yoochun had laughed.
"Come on, baby," he'd say,"you know you're all I want. Everyone else is nothing compared to you. I love you." Bullcrap. Sweet talk. Bitch.
"Hey Yoochun, come with me for a second," Junsu said and grabbed his wrist, snatching his hand off the stranger's thigh. "Right now."
"Excuse me, but he's with me," the stranger said and took Yoochun's hand back. Junsu stared at him, shocked, pissed. What the fuck is this?
"I never said that," Yoochun quickly said and stood up. "He bought me a drink, that's all. I swear, Junsu." Junsu glared him down.
"I think it's time to go home," he said coolly. "Right now. Unless you'd rather stay here with whoever this guy is buying you drinks."
Junsu could have smacked him right there, weren't it that Yoochun would probably like that. There were other ways to deal with this.
When they were finally sitting in their car, Junsu's hand shot up and he took a fistful if Yoochun's hair and yanked it. Yoochun moaned.
"You're such a little bitch," he hissed and grabbed his chin. "Is that how you get my attention? Whore yourself out to other men?"
Yoochun's eyes darkened before he looked down. Junsu followed his eyes down and saw the bulge in the front of his pants. "You're a whore"
"I am," Yoochun whispered. "I'm a whore. I'm your whore." He curled his fingers around Junsu's belt buckle and looked him in the eye."Yours."
"Not here," Junsu said and pushed his hands away. "You're going to feel this, you're going to feel it hard. I'll fuck the whore out of you."
oh and comments are forever loved, really <33
Hot Breaths
Yoochun's breath was warm against his neck, tickling his skin, dampening it with every exhale. "When is this going to end?" He whispered.
"You're too loud," Junsu said softly. "They could hear, Yoochun. And you're standing too close. What if they see? You're making me nervous."
A deep chuckle right beside Junsu's ear before he felt Yoochun's sharp teeth dig into his nape. Junsu's mouth opened but no sound came out.
"No one is here," Yoochun whispered. "Turn around." Junsu hesitated before doing as he was told. "If anyone sees..."
"If anyone sees, we'll give them a show," Yoochun smiled and trailed his teethmarks with his fingers. "A really good show, how's that?"
Junsu's eyes darted to the door once before leaning in and crushing their lips together in a sinful kiss. Sloppy, too much tongue, perfect.
Yoochun's hands were on his stomach, thumbing his bellybutton before dipping lower and pushing it into Junsu's waistband. "Don't." Lost.
His words were lost in their kiss and there was nothing he could do,nothing he wanted to do about it. His pants got unbuttoned, unzipped.
Things got blurry, every was fading into one another, their mouth, their breaths, their bodies and souls. They were alone, finally, finally.
The moment was soon over though. They heard voices and got pulled back into reality, harsh, cold reality. They weren't alone, ever.
They pulled away and Junsu zipped himself up in record time. "I'm sorry," Yoochun whispered frantically. "I just missed you, I'm sorry."
"Just go," Junsu hissed. "If they see-" Yoochun pressed a last kiss onto Junsu's lips before pulling himself away entirely. The door opened.
They exchanged looks of relieve, when their classmates came rushing in. Loud chatter and laughter filled the classroom, forcing them apart.
Yoochun moved to the other side of the room and sat down quietly. Junsu tried not too stare, not to think about him even.
Class started. They exchanged one last look, he couldn't help it. Yoochun's mouth looked red. Junsu felt strangely satisfied. Yoochun smiled
Risky Business
A stack of files were dropped onto his keyboard. "I need these copied and sent out," were the only words wasted. No please, no thank you.
Junsu just sat there for a few seconds as if to make a statement, to say that he was offended. He knew it wouldn't matter. He got up anyway.
He dragged himself towards the copier. His mind filled with graphic images in which his boss was gagged, tied up...punished. Lesson learned.
He was in the middle of copying when his boss came breathing down his neck. "I need more coffee when you're done here." A pat on the ass.
Junsu dropped a few files and bent down to pick them up. The hand was there, shamelessly caressing his ass like it wasn't awkward at all.
"This isn't appropriate," Junsu hissed and his boss chuckled. "Why? You were fine with it last night." "You can't treat me like this."
"I can treat you however the hell I like. Now get back to work or you're fired. How is that for appropriate for you," he snapped and left.
Junsu took a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself down. Images of wooden paddles, gags, ropes came to mind. He'd feel it one day. Soon.
He stood at the copier longer than needed, willing his erection away. Every time, those harsh words, those touches. His touches.
He sent out the documents and brewed a fresh pot of coffee before knocking on Mr. Park's office and entering. Mr. Park sat at his desk.
Junsu closed the door behind him and twirled the lock behind his back. "Took you long enough," Mr. Park said. "Was your dick that hard?"
Junsu ignored him and put the coffee mug down on his desk before walking around it and stood behind Mr. Park's chair. "I locked the door."
"I have a lot of work to do and so do you... So make it quick." Mr Park turned around in his office chair and Junsu's breath hitched.
"What are you waiting for? Get on your knees," Mr. Park said and spread his legs slightly. "Do your job, and do it well."
"If your job is to be a fucking asshole, then you're doing great," Junsu snapped as he dropped to his knees and palmed Yoochun's sex.
He was half hard through his pants and Junsu couldn't wait to pull it out, suck on it, have it in him, anything.
His resolve from before crumbled. The idea of revenge far, far away. This is how he liked it. He liked being on his knees, used as a toy.
He'd always like it and Yoochun-No, Mr Park knew that very well. A bit too well, Junsu thought as Yoochun smirked down on him.
Heels
His heart was pounding, his palms were sweaty and his breathing heavy. He wouldn't be able to look away from the stage if he wanted to.
Junsu was up next. He had been secretive about what he'd be wearing. It was a contest for boys in girl's clothes and that's all yoochun knew.
Yoochun was forever indebted to whoever came up with the genius idea to have Junsu represent their class in this contest. A dream come true.
Something was being said through a microphone but nothing registered. He stared, and stared some more, didn't even take the risk of blinking
There he was. Kim Junsu. Black wig, red, satin blouse filled with god only knew, and a skirt. A denim skirt barely covering half his thigh.
Yoochun's jaw dropped when he started moving. Music came on and Junsu's hips swayed with it. Left, right, thrust thrust, thrust...panties?
Yoochun shot up out of his chair when Junsu spread his legs just a bit too wide and flashed everyone his tighty whities. Once, twice.
Laughter came from the audience, but Junsu obliviously finished his act, accepted his thundering applause and blushed at the catcalls.
The second he disappeared off that stage, Yoochun dashed out of there and ran around the stage. Junsu was stumbling down the stairs in heels.
"What are you doing here," Junsu chuckled and grabbed a hold of Yoochun's arm for balance. "You think I'm going to win?"
Yoochun didn't know whether to laugh or cry. His boyfriend had just flashed his underwear to the entire school and looked delicious at it.
"You were great," Yoochun finally said. "We have an hour before the results come out so..." "So oppa wants to see what's under my skirt?"
Yoochun shivered and Junsu's nails dug into his arm. Junsu looked around and kicked off the heels, planting his bare feet on the grass.
The stage was set up on the football field near their school, but only half of it was used. The other half, completely empty. Junsu ran.
He pulled Yoochun with him, laughing the whole time. They didn't stop until they reached the other side of the field, shadowed by bleachers.
Junsu kissed him before they had even come to a complete halt. "Well?" Junsu asked. "How do I look?" Yoochun touched the tips of the wig.
"Call me oppa again."
Whore
He needed to punch something, someone. Him, preferably. How dare he sit there, 3 feet away, hand on this strange man's thigh, laughing.
And they were inching closer too. Now and then Yoochun would lean in and whisper something in this man's ear. It didn't sit well with Junsu.
Worst thing was that this wasn't the first time. They had talked about this before, Junsu had expressed his feelings, Yoochun had laughed.
"Come on, baby," he'd say,"you know you're all I want. Everyone else is nothing compared to you. I love you." Bullcrap. Sweet talk. Bitch.
"Hey Yoochun, come with me for a second," Junsu said and grabbed his wrist, snatching his hand off the stranger's thigh. "Right now."
"Excuse me, but he's with me," the stranger said and took Yoochun's hand back. Junsu stared at him, shocked, pissed. What the fuck is this?
"I never said that," Yoochun quickly said and stood up. "He bought me a drink, that's all. I swear, Junsu." Junsu glared him down.
"I think it's time to go home," he said coolly. "Right now. Unless you'd rather stay here with whoever this guy is buying you drinks."
Junsu could have smacked him right there, weren't it that Yoochun would probably like that. There were other ways to deal with this.
When they were finally sitting in their car, Junsu's hand shot up and he took a fistful if Yoochun's hair and yanked it. Yoochun moaned.
"You're such a little bitch," he hissed and grabbed his chin. "Is that how you get my attention? Whore yourself out to other men?"
Yoochun's eyes darkened before he looked down. Junsu followed his eyes down and saw the bulge in the front of his pants. "You're a whore"
"I am," Yoochun whispered. "I'm a whore. I'm your whore." He curled his fingers around Junsu's belt buckle and looked him in the eye."Yours."
"Not here," Junsu said and pushed his hands away. "You're going to feel this, you're going to feel it hard. I'll fuck the whore out of you."