{Fiction - YooSu} The Mighty Red Manicured Pimp Hand 15
Title: The Mighty Red Manicured Pimp Hand
Paring: YooSu, JaeMinHo
Genre: Crack, Smut, Fluff
Rating: NC-17
Chapter: 15/20
Author: egoisticfreak
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. However, a certain event happened that twisted the entire situation.
Profiles // 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // 7 // 8 // 9 // 10 // 11 // 12 // 13 // 14
Chapter 15 - Under the Table
Junsu turned around and snickered, “I didn’t know you wore a hat while working.”
Yoochun grinned as he went near the heavenly ass. “Well, the hat is everything.”
The other man smiled and brushed his lips onto the pimp, “Yoochun?”
“Yes?” answered the pimp, anticipation is rising.
Junsu bit his lower lip and pressed himself to the pimp, “Fuck me…”
~~
Did I just hear that right? Seriously? The pimp mentally slapped himself and kissed back Junsu. He wrapped his hands around the other’s waist and ravished what was served in front of him.
“Wait! I’m still inn the middle of my work!” Yoochun mentally slapped myself for saying a stupid thing. He missed Junsu of course, duh! Stupid dorky sexy pimp, what the hell are you saying!? He might leave!
Junsu batted his eyelashes and said, “Oh! I’m sorry to interrupt your work but I can’t seem to stop,” he pressed himself even closer to the pimp, “thinking about you, but then of course I’m top of you and your,” he brushed his hands on the Yoochun’s sleeping baby that started to awaken by Junsu’s words, “is inside me.” The innocent-looking-but-not angel was taunting him like crazy.
Yoochun gulped, he was waiting for this moment but this was taken him aback. Geez, his state of mind was in a certain chaos that he cannot pick up and hell, he was thinking of nonsense at the moment. Fuck, what the hell was he gonna do? Fuck, seriously, he’s FUCKED!
The heavenly ass started to get bored at watching the internal battle of the pimp with his obvious growing pimp baby. He sighed and turned the other way. “This is a mistake,” he thought.
The pimp noticed that Junsu was leaving, and hell, he doesn’t want him to leave because he haven’t seen Junsu for two whole days. He had to engross himself with work and other stuff like the fuckin’ stalker who was seriously annoying him for escaping his pimp hand. NO ONE ESCAPES THE PIMP HAND!
“Junsu, don’t leave yet,” Yoochun told him when Junsu reached for the door to open it.
“I’m disturbing you, I think,” Junsu’s eyes evaded Yoochun’s. Now, he’s finding a way to go since he thought that it was a bad time after all.
“You’re not disturbing me though I have to finish some papers. But you can stay if you want,” Yoochun voiced out.
Even though I want to fuck you up now! But this deal I’m working on can determine a huge change in my company. I’m sorry Su!
Junsu sighed and he looked at the pimp, “Fine, I’ll stay for a while and I’m going to tell you I’m horny at the moment.”
That’s it for the pimp. He’s now feeling the frustration between controlling his libido and the mental state of finishing all the documents. Shit! This was the most frustrating event of his pimp life since the decision about shaving his pubes first or cornering an illegal smuggler in the port.
Yoochun sat down on his executive swivel chair and read the documents while Junsu walked to the western part of the room to sit on a black leather couch. The heavenly ass watched Yoochun as he worked on the said “documents” and wondered how important those were.
Forty- seven minutes later, Yoochun finished his work. He stretched his arms up and looked the leather couch where Junsu sat. Sadly, Junsu weren’t there.
“Where’s Junsu?” he wondered as he stood up. He looked from left to right to search for his divine rear yet he couldn’t see him at all.
“At last, you’re done with these,” Junsu said teasingly as he slumped his precious ass on Yoochun’s desk, legs apart.
The pimp swallowed hard as he eyed Junsu. You must be really horny to seduce me now. “Wh-where” he can’t form a word when the man in front of him started to unbutton his own shirt.
“Where?” Junsu asked as he continued a bit of striptease he prepared while waiting for the pimp.
Yoochun stayed silent for a moment and shook his head. Pimp, you’re a pimp. You can’t look like an idiot in front of the person you lo-… Gah! No, you’re not in love with him. No! It’s not in your vocabulary!
Junsu finally finished opening all his buttons. He licked his index finger and thumb and slid it down his chin slowly, then to his neck, chest and abdomen with some little moaning.
Yoochun contained himself and at least his vocal chords were still intact, “Where did you come from? You startled me!?”
Junsu grinned and wrapped his legs around the pimp’s waist and pulled him closer, “Ten minutes after I sat on that couch, I got bored. So I walked around the room and observed every little detail I can see. I still got bored though.”
The divine rear slightly titled his neck and looked up to Yoochun, “So I decided to watch you behind your chair. You looked so serious and it’s a new way to look at you.” He chuckled at his own sarcasm.
“Hey! I’m serious most of the time!” Yoochun defended, his pimp dignity was on the line. He had to defend it of course.
“Yeah right,” Junsu answered back as he pulled the pimp into a passionate kiss, “Now, can you fuck me?”
“You’re horny,” Yoochun replied as he took over Junsu’s mouth. He inserted his tongue and explored every bit inside Junsu.
The pimp roamed his hands lower and helped Junsu to escape the annoying denim. Once all the remaining clothes were thrown somewhere, Junsu was suddenly turned around and he was now on all-fours, ass in front of the pimp’s face. Yoochun allowed his pimp hand knead the delicious flesh. Then, he spread the cheeks with his two hands and lets his fingers do the wall-stretching for him.
Junsu gasped in pain, “Fuck! It darn hurts!” There’s no lube available for them now so the heavenly ass just needed to endure such ministration.
“Let me lubricate you, babe,’ Yoochun said in a greasy tone that made the other man shiver.
The pimp removed his finger and replaced with his tongue. Though, the tip was just teasing the entrance. He let that darn tickling {not to mention talented} muscle roam the crevices for few moments. Yoochun smirked at the whimpers and cries of pleasure coming from his divine rear.
“It’s pay back bitch. You raped my ass twice last time,” Yoochun whispered in Junsu’s ears. As his right hand opened a drawer and took out something.
Junsu screamed in shock,”SHIT!”
Yoochun placed a cock ring in his throbbing erection. All the pressure was building up and it was rather painful. Plus, he was handcuffed in a flash.
“How the fuck did he do that shit?” Junsu thought as he struggled to balance himself on the table. His back is starting to ache.
“Do you love it?” Yoochun teased when he lubricated another toy with the bodacious bum and inserted it in the lovely A-hole.
“Ahh…” Junsu whimpered. First, a cock ring, now a darn vibrator. “Shit…what’s next?!”
The pimp was still entertained at the reactions of Junsu. “Don’t worry I won’t gag you. I love hearing your voice especially in this situation,” Yoochun said as sat on his swivel chair to get a nice view of the darn fuckable ass.
The pimp can feel his pants getting strained because of the tremendous hard-on.
A few minutes after, Junsu’s knees wobbled and his entire body shivered, “Yoo-Yoochun… fuck take it off me!”
“Don’t want to,” Yoochun replied stubbornly. “Besides, I’m ”
Junsu felt his peak, yet the bastard didn’t want to remove the cursed ring. He decided to do his last resort. With a huge force, he turned around, the vibrator got deeper in his ass. He kicked the pimp with so much power, Yoochun fell off the swivel chair.
“The fuck?” Yoochun groaned in pain. He tried to stand up but Junsu sat on his Pimp, Jr. And yes, he’s rubbing his balls on junior’s balls.
Yoochun grunted at the feeling and he looked up to Junsu’s eyes, “Fine, fine…I’m having fun!”
“Off now! I want to cum as in NOW!” Junsu demanded and the pimp complied with slight disappointment.
The heavenly ass climaxed, his body shivering from the uncontrollable pleasure and he felt everything was on fire. The pimp escaped sighed when he saw his outfit was ruined. He doesn’t really mind that as long as he gets a head from sinner.
He straightened up and the pimp leaned on the glass window. He removed the vibrator in Junsu’s ass and the handcuffs.
“Fucking like this, doesn’t suit us. ‘Cause I’m already violent enough as it is,” Junsu commented as he sat on the pimp’s lap, his arms around the gorgeous neck.
“Yeah, but my gifts will be lose its value,” Yoochun complained, remembering all the expensive glass butt plugs he gave to Junsu.
“I can just use them on you,” Junsu kissed the pimp while he chuckled.
The pimp pulled out of the kiss and said, “Fuck you! Those stuffs will never touch my billion-dollar ass!”
Both were getting ready for another round when Sumi buzzed them, “Sir, Mr. Shim and Mr. Kim are here to see you.”
Yoochun’s eyes widened like Junsu’s entrance, “Fuck! They can’t see me like this!” he quickly stood up to reply, “Tell them to wait for a bit.”
“Yes, boss,” Sumi replied.
“I think I should change,” Yoochun looked at his Armani cum-clad suit.
“Yes, you do. I’ll clean your table while you change,” Junsu offered his help since all the mess was his fault.
~~
“Seriously, what’s taking him so long?” Jaejoong protested while wiggling his shoulders, his hands danced on Changmin’s thighs. They sat on a red furry couch outside the pimp’s office.
“It’s only been a minute,” Changmin replied as he slowly guided Jaejoong’s hand up.
“Fuck! What are you doing?” Jaejoong hauled his hand away from Min.
The taller guy was disappointed, “I haven’t got any love from you for the past few days.”
“It’s because you’re spending more time servicing your audience rather than me,” Jaejoong replied quickly.
Changmin turned to his left to face the whiny owner of MAZE, “Fuck you! It’s because you’re such a whore. You flirt your way through every big shot customers.”
“I believe that’s called socializing,” the man replied defensively.
“Oh yeah? How about Yunho?” Changmin fought back and he knew that pulled the trigger.
Jaejoong shut up.
“Sorry for interrupting but the boss said that he’s ready,” Sumi informed the two and they entered the office.
~~
“Hello,” Yoochun greeted them with a fake enthusiasm. The guests sat on the swivel chairs in front of the pimp’s desk.
Changmin’s eyes wandered, he’s suspicious on something, “Where’s Junsu?”
“Junsu?” replied the pimp.
“Yeah, he told me he’ll be coming here today,” Changmin said, his eyes still roamed the entire office.
“He’s not yet here, I guess,” Yoochun almost choked at the words.
Jaejoong noticed the flushed skin of the pimp, “Seriously, are you sick? You’re red.” He went further to touch Yoochun’s forehead. “Darn, you’re temperature’s up. Sure you’re feeling well?”
“Yeah, I-I don’t f-feel weird,” the pimp replied and the couple in front of him looked at each other.
Well, the truth was Junsu’s under the table and he was giving the pimp a great mind-blowing blowjob. He offered such thing since the pimp hasn’t come yet and he wants more of the pimp.
Jaejoong sighed and handed a card to the pimp, “Here, take a look.”
Yoochun took the card and he’s sure that the smell was a killer. “It smells like you! Looks like you, too,” Yoochun criticized the card because of the glittery appearance.
“Just read it, bastard,” Changmin snorted and he received a death glare from his boyfriend.
“Y-yeah,” the stuttered and he groaned so hard that it was too obvious for the two. He smiled at them and opened the card.
The glittery card turned out to be a wedding invitation and Yoochun’s cute eyes got even bigger. He looked at the two with a blow in his head, “Seriously? You two are getting married?”
~~
*RUNS because of the phail!*
Paring: YooSu, JaeMinHo
Genre: Crack, Smut, Fluff
Rating: NC-17
Chapter: 15/20
Author: egoisticfreak
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. However, a certain event happened that twisted the entire situation.
Profiles // 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // 7 // 8 // 9 // 10 // 11 // 12 // 13 // 14
Chapter 15 - Under the Table
Junsu turned around and snickered, “I didn’t know you wore a hat while working.”
Yoochun grinned as he went near the heavenly ass. “Well, the hat is everything.”
The other man smiled and brushed his lips onto the pimp, “Yoochun?”
“Yes?” answered the pimp, anticipation is rising.
Junsu bit his lower lip and pressed himself to the pimp, “Fuck me…”
~~
Did I just hear that right? Seriously? The pimp mentally slapped himself and kissed back Junsu. He wrapped his hands around the other’s waist and ravished what was served in front of him.
“Wait! I’m still inn the middle of my work!” Yoochun mentally slapped myself for saying a stupid thing. He missed Junsu of course, duh! Stupid dorky sexy pimp, what the hell are you saying!? He might leave!
Junsu batted his eyelashes and said, “Oh! I’m sorry to interrupt your work but I can’t seem to stop,” he pressed himself even closer to the pimp, “thinking about you, but then of course I’m top of you and your,” he brushed his hands on the Yoochun’s sleeping baby that started to awaken by Junsu’s words, “is inside me.” The innocent-looking-but-not angel was taunting him like crazy.
Yoochun gulped, he was waiting for this moment but this was taken him aback. Geez, his state of mind was in a certain chaos that he cannot pick up and hell, he was thinking of nonsense at the moment. Fuck, what the hell was he gonna do? Fuck, seriously, he’s FUCKED!
The heavenly ass started to get bored at watching the internal battle of the pimp with his obvious growing pimp baby. He sighed and turned the other way. “This is a mistake,” he thought.
The pimp noticed that Junsu was leaving, and hell, he doesn’t want him to leave because he haven’t seen Junsu for two whole days. He had to engross himself with work and other stuff like the fuckin’ stalker who was seriously annoying him for escaping his pimp hand. NO ONE ESCAPES THE PIMP HAND!
“Junsu, don’t leave yet,” Yoochun told him when Junsu reached for the door to open it.
“I’m disturbing you, I think,” Junsu’s eyes evaded Yoochun’s. Now, he’s finding a way to go since he thought that it was a bad time after all.
“You’re not disturbing me though I have to finish some papers. But you can stay if you want,” Yoochun voiced out.
Even though I want to fuck you up now! But this deal I’m working on can determine a huge change in my company. I’m sorry Su!
Junsu sighed and he looked at the pimp, “Fine, I’ll stay for a while and I’m going to tell you I’m horny at the moment.”
That’s it for the pimp. He’s now feeling the frustration between controlling his libido and the mental state of finishing all the documents. Shit! This was the most frustrating event of his pimp life since the decision about shaving his pubes first or cornering an illegal smuggler in the port.
Yoochun sat down on his executive swivel chair and read the documents while Junsu walked to the western part of the room to sit on a black leather couch. The heavenly ass watched Yoochun as he worked on the said “documents” and wondered how important those were.
Forty- seven minutes later, Yoochun finished his work. He stretched his arms up and looked the leather couch where Junsu sat. Sadly, Junsu weren’t there.
“Where’s Junsu?” he wondered as he stood up. He looked from left to right to search for his divine rear yet he couldn’t see him at all.
“At last, you’re done with these,” Junsu said teasingly as he slumped his precious ass on Yoochun’s desk, legs apart.
The pimp swallowed hard as he eyed Junsu. You must be really horny to seduce me now. “Wh-where” he can’t form a word when the man in front of him started to unbutton his own shirt.
“Where?” Junsu asked as he continued a bit of striptease he prepared while waiting for the pimp.
Yoochun stayed silent for a moment and shook his head. Pimp, you’re a pimp. You can’t look like an idiot in front of the person you lo-… Gah! No, you’re not in love with him. No! It’s not in your vocabulary!
Junsu finally finished opening all his buttons. He licked his index finger and thumb and slid it down his chin slowly, then to his neck, chest and abdomen with some little moaning.
Yoochun contained himself and at least his vocal chords were still intact, “Where did you come from? You startled me!?”
Junsu grinned and wrapped his legs around the pimp’s waist and pulled him closer, “Ten minutes after I sat on that couch, I got bored. So I walked around the room and observed every little detail I can see. I still got bored though.”
The divine rear slightly titled his neck and looked up to Yoochun, “So I decided to watch you behind your chair. You looked so serious and it’s a new way to look at you.” He chuckled at his own sarcasm.
“Hey! I’m serious most of the time!” Yoochun defended, his pimp dignity was on the line. He had to defend it of course.
“Yeah right,” Junsu answered back as he pulled the pimp into a passionate kiss, “Now, can you fuck me?”
“You’re horny,” Yoochun replied as he took over Junsu’s mouth. He inserted his tongue and explored every bit inside Junsu.
The pimp roamed his hands lower and helped Junsu to escape the annoying denim. Once all the remaining clothes were thrown somewhere, Junsu was suddenly turned around and he was now on all-fours, ass in front of the pimp’s face. Yoochun allowed his pimp hand knead the delicious flesh. Then, he spread the cheeks with his two hands and lets his fingers do the wall-stretching for him.
Junsu gasped in pain, “Fuck! It darn hurts!” There’s no lube available for them now so the heavenly ass just needed to endure such ministration.
“Let me lubricate you, babe,’ Yoochun said in a greasy tone that made the other man shiver.
The pimp removed his finger and replaced with his tongue. Though, the tip was just teasing the entrance. He let that darn tickling {not to mention talented} muscle roam the crevices for few moments. Yoochun smirked at the whimpers and cries of pleasure coming from his divine rear.
“It’s pay back bitch. You raped my ass twice last time,” Yoochun whispered in Junsu’s ears. As his right hand opened a drawer and took out something.
Junsu screamed in shock,”SHIT!”
Yoochun placed a cock ring in his throbbing erection. All the pressure was building up and it was rather painful. Plus, he was handcuffed in a flash.
“How the fuck did he do that shit?” Junsu thought as he struggled to balance himself on the table. His back is starting to ache.
“Do you love it?” Yoochun teased when he lubricated another toy with the bodacious bum and inserted it in the lovely A-hole.
“Ahh…” Junsu whimpered. First, a cock ring, now a darn vibrator. “Shit…what’s next?!”
The pimp was still entertained at the reactions of Junsu. “Don’t worry I won’t gag you. I love hearing your voice especially in this situation,” Yoochun said as sat on his swivel chair to get a nice view of the darn fuckable ass.
The pimp can feel his pants getting strained because of the tremendous hard-on.
A few minutes after, Junsu’s knees wobbled and his entire body shivered, “Yoo-Yoochun… fuck take it off me!”
“Don’t want to,” Yoochun replied stubbornly. “Besides, I’m ”
Junsu felt his peak, yet the bastard didn’t want to remove the cursed ring. He decided to do his last resort. With a huge force, he turned around, the vibrator got deeper in his ass. He kicked the pimp with so much power, Yoochun fell off the swivel chair.
“The fuck?” Yoochun groaned in pain. He tried to stand up but Junsu sat on his Pimp, Jr. And yes, he’s rubbing his balls on junior’s balls.
Yoochun grunted at the feeling and he looked up to Junsu’s eyes, “Fine, fine…I’m having fun!”
“Off now! I want to cum as in NOW!” Junsu demanded and the pimp complied with slight disappointment.
The heavenly ass climaxed, his body shivering from the uncontrollable pleasure and he felt everything was on fire. The pimp escaped sighed when he saw his outfit was ruined. He doesn’t really mind that as long as he gets a head from sinner.
He straightened up and the pimp leaned on the glass window. He removed the vibrator in Junsu’s ass and the handcuffs.
“Fucking like this, doesn’t suit us. ‘Cause I’m already violent enough as it is,” Junsu commented as he sat on the pimp’s lap, his arms around the gorgeous neck.
“Yeah, but my gifts will be lose its value,” Yoochun complained, remembering all the expensive glass butt plugs he gave to Junsu.
“I can just use them on you,” Junsu kissed the pimp while he chuckled.
The pimp pulled out of the kiss and said, “Fuck you! Those stuffs will never touch my billion-dollar ass!”
Both were getting ready for another round when Sumi buzzed them, “Sir, Mr. Shim and Mr. Kim are here to see you.”
Yoochun’s eyes widened like Junsu’s entrance, “Fuck! They can’t see me like this!” he quickly stood up to reply, “Tell them to wait for a bit.”
“Yes, boss,” Sumi replied.
“I think I should change,” Yoochun looked at his Armani cum-clad suit.
“Yes, you do. I’ll clean your table while you change,” Junsu offered his help since all the mess was his fault.
~~
“Seriously, what’s taking him so long?” Jaejoong protested while wiggling his shoulders, his hands danced on Changmin’s thighs. They sat on a red furry couch outside the pimp’s office.
“It’s only been a minute,” Changmin replied as he slowly guided Jaejoong’s hand up.
“Fuck! What are you doing?” Jaejoong hauled his hand away from Min.
The taller guy was disappointed, “I haven’t got any love from you for the past few days.”
“It’s because you’re spending more time servicing your audience rather than me,” Jaejoong replied quickly.
Changmin turned to his left to face the whiny owner of MAZE, “Fuck you! It’s because you’re such a whore. You flirt your way through every big shot customers.”
“I believe that’s called socializing,” the man replied defensively.
“Oh yeah? How about Yunho?” Changmin fought back and he knew that pulled the trigger.
Jaejoong shut up.
“Sorry for interrupting but the boss said that he’s ready,” Sumi informed the two and they entered the office.
~~
“Hello,” Yoochun greeted them with a fake enthusiasm. The guests sat on the swivel chairs in front of the pimp’s desk.
Changmin’s eyes wandered, he’s suspicious on something, “Where’s Junsu?”
“Junsu?” replied the pimp.
“Yeah, he told me he’ll be coming here today,” Changmin said, his eyes still roamed the entire office.
“He’s not yet here, I guess,” Yoochun almost choked at the words.
Jaejoong noticed the flushed skin of the pimp, “Seriously, are you sick? You’re red.” He went further to touch Yoochun’s forehead. “Darn, you’re temperature’s up. Sure you’re feeling well?”
“Yeah, I-I don’t f-feel weird,” the pimp replied and the couple in front of him looked at each other.
Well, the truth was Junsu’s under the table and he was giving the pimp a great mind-blowing blowjob. He offered such thing since the pimp hasn’t come yet and he wants more of the pimp.
Jaejoong sighed and handed a card to the pimp, “Here, take a look.”
Yoochun took the card and he’s sure that the smell was a killer. “It smells like you! Looks like you, too,” Yoochun criticized the card because of the glittery appearance.
“Just read it, bastard,” Changmin snorted and he received a death glare from his boyfriend.
“Y-yeah,” the stuttered and he groaned so hard that it was too obvious for the two. He smiled at them and opened the card.
The glittery card turned out to be a wedding invitation and Yoochun’s cute eyes got even bigger. He looked at the two with a blow in his head, “Seriously? You two are getting married?”
~~
*RUNS because of the phail!*