"When you gotta go, you gotta go."
Title: "When you gotta go, you gotta go."
Rating: NC-17
Author: Onthethruway
Pairings: Yoochun and....?
Length: one shot
Summary: Bathrooms can be scary places.....
Changmin could see that Yoochun was restless.
"What's up, hyung?"
"I gotta go," he said nodding in the direction of the Gimpo Airport bathroom.
"Ok, but hurry, we have a flight to catch"
Yoochun sprinted to the bathroom and looked for an empty stall. As he found one, someone shoved him inside and locked the door.
"What the fuck?"
Yoochun was pushed down on the toilet seat and straddled. Before he could cry out for help, a set of lips met his mouth. He mumbled incoherently as his attacker plunged a wet tongue into his mouth. Yoochun could taste metal. His attacker had a tongue piercing. After several minutes, the kiss was broken off. Yoochun's eyes nearly popped out of his head. It was a girl. He had assumed some crazed gay guy was responsible, but not a girl. The girl had stuffed her hair under a baseball cap and was dressed in baggy clothes. Her dark sunglasses was the final part of her disguise, making it easy for her to sneak into the mens room. She removed the glasses and put them in her pocket and then turned the baseball cap around, revealing her multicolored hair. Yoochun caught his breath and yelled at the girl.
"Are you out of your mind? I could have you arrested!"
She smiled at him and stuck out her tongue revealing the shiny piercing. Yoochun could see it wasn't the only one she had. There were several. One on her eyebrow, her nose and another on her lip, not to mention several in each ear. Her plain t-shirt revealed the nipple piercings below.
"A real wild girl," he thought to himself. "I wonder if she's pierced her clit."
The girl batted her eyelashes at him and licked her lips.
"Give us a kiss, eh Yoochun?'
Yoochun shook his head.
"Get off of me or I will have you arrested." He pushed her away, but she pushed back. She was pretty strong.
"Listen girl, don't mess with me. You are a crazy stalker and I'll throw your ass in jail!"
He continued to fend her off, but she wouldn't stop. Her hands were all over him, her tongue flicking like a snake to try and get a taste of him.
"You are one dumb mother fucker," he growled at her. "You are so busted."
"Come on Yoochun, go ahead and yell," she taunted him. "You can call for help, or you can let me fuck you."
Yoochun opened his mouth to scream, only to be silenced by her lips on his, her pierced tongue once more violating him. The girl began grinding her hips into his crotch. Yoochun's arms tried to push her back, but her strength was incredible.
"What is she, some sort of fucking Ninja?"
Her attack on his mouth was relentless. She was taking his breath away. If she didn't stop, he's was going to pass out. He tried to stretch his legs out to kick the door, but he couldn't reach. He was pathetic. He was trapped in a man's bathroom by a girl. A girl who looked like she just stepped out of a Miyavi concert. Not his type. Definitely not his ideal girl. Yoochun was getting tired of fighting her. Maybe he could reason with her? Yeah right. How do you reason with someone like this?
The girl released him from her onslaught. He was breathless and gasping for air. She could hear him wheezing. She wiped her mouth and grinned at him.
"Jesus Christ you crazy bitch! Are you trying to kill me? I've got asthma!"
The girl laughed at him.
"What a fucking baby you are. You dance for a living and you can't take a kiss?"
Park Yoochun was not amused.
"Look, " he said while still gasping for air. "You got guts. I'll give you that. But you have to go. You got to kiss me and that's more than most fans get to do. But just get out and leave me alone. I don't want to call the cops on you. I'm not a bad guy. I understand. I deal with this shit everyday. But it gets to you after a while and it makes me angry. I don't want to be angry. I don't want to be the nasty celebrity. I don't want to be that guy."
The girl reached out to touch his face. He flinched as her fingers delicately caressed his cheek.
"You really are beautiful."
He grabbed her hand and pushed her away.
"Go, please."
"Not until I fuck you."
"What?"
The punk girl pushed him back down hard on the toilet seat, causing him to bang his head against the wall.
"Ow, fuck me."
"Yes, yes Yoochun. Fuck me."
Her mouth once more violated his juicy lips, her tongue forcing it's way between his teeth, plunging deep inside his mouth. She sat on his lap, thrusting her pelvis onto his, feeling his cock through the fabric of his sweatpants. Her hands pressed down hard onto his shoulders, pushing his neck back until he could feel the cold surface of the toilet. He grabbed her wrists but her strength was unbelievable. His legs were sprawled out and he desperately tried once more to kick open the locked door. He thought about kicking her, but he just wasn't in a good position to strike. She kept kissing him, keeping him from calling for help. And where was everyone? Didn't they know something was going on? Were they that stupid?
"Changmin" he said to himself. "Where is Changmin?
Changmin looked at his watch.
"Where is that idiot? I guess he's taking a dump."
Changmin sighed and waited for Yoochun. But Yoochun was busy. His legs were tangled and his neck and head were sore. The crazy fan girl had him locked in a vice grip. Her lips never left his mouth, stealing his breath, making his lungs tighten up. His heart was hammering wildly in his chest. She could feel it too. She smiled to herself.
"Soon. Soon"
Yoochun felt like he was dying. Unable to escape the grasp of this crazy powerhouse girl, he released her wrists.
"I'm being raped," he cursed himself. "How fucking embarrassing is that?"
The girl released him from the kiss, her lips moving to nuzzle his neck and then with her teeth she gently nibbled on his ear. Yoochun concentrated on taking deep breaths and regaining his composure.
"You," he gasped. "You are insane. Do you know that?"
The girl moaned as she sucked upon his delicate collarbones.
"So beautiful."
Her fingers unbuttoned his shirt, her hands lightly rubbing his bare skin. He was too tired to resist her. Her hands were cool against his chest ,which was still heaving. Her tongue explored his torso, flicking his nipples, making them hard. She pressed her ear against his heart which was still beating madly deep inside him.
"Yes baby yes..."
He hissed as her tongue and fingers continued to torment him, tracing a line from his ribs to his belly. He sucked in his breath as her hands reached out and caressed his cock through the fabric of his sweats.
"Bitch," he called her through gritted teeth. "God damn filthy whore."
"Yes, yes."
She undid the strings of his pants and grabbed a hold of his shaft.
Yoochun stretched out his arms, his palms pressing hard against the stall as she deep throated him in one swift movement. He bit his bottom lip to keep from crying out. Spreading his legs apart, he planted his feet as hard as he could on the floor. They shook uncontrollably as the crazed fan continued to suck upon his now engorged cock. She hummed as she pleasured him, making his whole body quiver. He whimpered under his breath, the odd yet incredible sensations from the tongue piercing, combined with the stroking of her hands was driving him out of his mind. Pre-cum was starting drip from him; she licked his slit making him arch his back. His body was bucking now, his hands balled up in fists, banging up against the side of the stall. The girl deep throated him once more and it made him snap. He came without warning, not that he cared, his warm sticky cum shooting down the back of her throat. She swallowed all of him, sucking and licking as his release came upon him. When it was over, he collapsed, nearly falling onto the floor. She stood up, adjusted her baseball cap and put on her sunglasses as if nothing had happened.
"You are nuts, do you know that? Certifiable!" He was still breathing hard. He put his hand on his chest, trying to calm his racing heart.
"Maybe, but you enjoyed that, didn't you?" She smiled wickedly at him.
Yoochun buttoned up his shirt, but left his pants and his boxers around his ankles. She chuckled.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" She pointed to his cock.
"No, I came here to use the bathroom, remember?" He smiled at her despite the fact that she had practically raped him.
"You know this place is disgusting. Next time you rape a guy, do it somewhere clean, like a laundromat, ok?"
"I don't know, I thought it was pretty hot, " she laughed.
"By the way, my name is Ae-cha." She dug into her pocket and gave him her business card.
"You're in a punk band?"
She nodded her head.
"Aahh, I see. That's why you've got all the piercings."
He put the card in his shirt pocket.
Ae-cha outstretched her arm, her fingers grasping handfuls of Yoohun's hair.
"So beautiful," she whispered seductively.
He looked at her face.
"You know," he said. You are beautiful too."
He leaned into her and gently brushed her lips with his.
"You're crazy, but beautiful."
"Hey Yoochun," she said before leaving the stall, "anytime you want sex, call me. We can get down and dirty, no strings attached, ok?"
"Yeah, ok Ae-cha. Now let me take a dump in private, will ya?"
Ae-cha pulled the cap over her eyes. She put her hands in her pockets and hunched her shoulders. She walked out of the bathroom and headed toward the exit. As she went on her way, she accidentally bumped into Changmin who had been pacing up and down the airport, waiting for Yoochun.
"Sorry man," she said, pretending to be a guy.
"It's ok," Changmin answered, still looking at his watch.
Ae-cha smiled to herself as she left the airport. She hoped it would not be her only encounter with Park Yoochun.
Yoochun set about his business. He sat down on the toilet and then realized something was not right.
"Hey, there's no toilet paper in here......."
Rating: NC-17
Author: Onthethruway
Pairings: Yoochun and....?
Length: one shot
Summary: Bathrooms can be scary places.....
Changmin could see that Yoochun was restless.
"What's up, hyung?"
"I gotta go," he said nodding in the direction of the Gimpo Airport bathroom.
"Ok, but hurry, we have a flight to catch"
Yoochun sprinted to the bathroom and looked for an empty stall. As he found one, someone shoved him inside and locked the door.
"What the fuck?"
Yoochun was pushed down on the toilet seat and straddled. Before he could cry out for help, a set of lips met his mouth. He mumbled incoherently as his attacker plunged a wet tongue into his mouth. Yoochun could taste metal. His attacker had a tongue piercing. After several minutes, the kiss was broken off. Yoochun's eyes nearly popped out of his head. It was a girl. He had assumed some crazed gay guy was responsible, but not a girl. The girl had stuffed her hair under a baseball cap and was dressed in baggy clothes. Her dark sunglasses was the final part of her disguise, making it easy for her to sneak into the mens room. She removed the glasses and put them in her pocket and then turned the baseball cap around, revealing her multicolored hair. Yoochun caught his breath and yelled at the girl.
"Are you out of your mind? I could have you arrested!"
She smiled at him and stuck out her tongue revealing the shiny piercing. Yoochun could see it wasn't the only one she had. There were several. One on her eyebrow, her nose and another on her lip, not to mention several in each ear. Her plain t-shirt revealed the nipple piercings below.
"A real wild girl," he thought to himself. "I wonder if she's pierced her clit."
The girl batted her eyelashes at him and licked her lips.
"Give us a kiss, eh Yoochun?'
Yoochun shook his head.
"Get off of me or I will have you arrested." He pushed her away, but she pushed back. She was pretty strong.
"Listen girl, don't mess with me. You are a crazy stalker and I'll throw your ass in jail!"
He continued to fend her off, but she wouldn't stop. Her hands were all over him, her tongue flicking like a snake to try and get a taste of him.
"You are one dumb mother fucker," he growled at her. "You are so busted."
"Come on Yoochun, go ahead and yell," she taunted him. "You can call for help, or you can let me fuck you."
Yoochun opened his mouth to scream, only to be silenced by her lips on his, her pierced tongue once more violating him. The girl began grinding her hips into his crotch. Yoochun's arms tried to push her back, but her strength was incredible.
"What is she, some sort of fucking Ninja?"
Her attack on his mouth was relentless. She was taking his breath away. If she didn't stop, he's was going to pass out. He tried to stretch his legs out to kick the door, but he couldn't reach. He was pathetic. He was trapped in a man's bathroom by a girl. A girl who looked like she just stepped out of a Miyavi concert. Not his type. Definitely not his ideal girl. Yoochun was getting tired of fighting her. Maybe he could reason with her? Yeah right. How do you reason with someone like this?
The girl released him from her onslaught. He was breathless and gasping for air. She could hear him wheezing. She wiped her mouth and grinned at him.
"Jesus Christ you crazy bitch! Are you trying to kill me? I've got asthma!"
The girl laughed at him.
"What a fucking baby you are. You dance for a living and you can't take a kiss?"
Park Yoochun was not amused.
"Look, " he said while still gasping for air. "You got guts. I'll give you that. But you have to go. You got to kiss me and that's more than most fans get to do. But just get out and leave me alone. I don't want to call the cops on you. I'm not a bad guy. I understand. I deal with this shit everyday. But it gets to you after a while and it makes me angry. I don't want to be angry. I don't want to be the nasty celebrity. I don't want to be that guy."
The girl reached out to touch his face. He flinched as her fingers delicately caressed his cheek.
"You really are beautiful."
He grabbed her hand and pushed her away.
"Go, please."
"Not until I fuck you."
"What?"
The punk girl pushed him back down hard on the toilet seat, causing him to bang his head against the wall.
"Ow, fuck me."
"Yes, yes Yoochun. Fuck me."
Her mouth once more violated his juicy lips, her tongue forcing it's way between his teeth, plunging deep inside his mouth. She sat on his lap, thrusting her pelvis onto his, feeling his cock through the fabric of his sweatpants. Her hands pressed down hard onto his shoulders, pushing his neck back until he could feel the cold surface of the toilet. He grabbed her wrists but her strength was unbelievable. His legs were sprawled out and he desperately tried once more to kick open the locked door. He thought about kicking her, but he just wasn't in a good position to strike. She kept kissing him, keeping him from calling for help. And where was everyone? Didn't they know something was going on? Were they that stupid?
"Changmin" he said to himself. "Where is Changmin?
Changmin looked at his watch.
"Where is that idiot? I guess he's taking a dump."
Changmin sighed and waited for Yoochun. But Yoochun was busy. His legs were tangled and his neck and head were sore. The crazy fan girl had him locked in a vice grip. Her lips never left his mouth, stealing his breath, making his lungs tighten up. His heart was hammering wildly in his chest. She could feel it too. She smiled to herself.
"Soon. Soon"
Yoochun felt like he was dying. Unable to escape the grasp of this crazy powerhouse girl, he released her wrists.
"I'm being raped," he cursed himself. "How fucking embarrassing is that?"
The girl released him from the kiss, her lips moving to nuzzle his neck and then with her teeth she gently nibbled on his ear. Yoochun concentrated on taking deep breaths and regaining his composure.
"You," he gasped. "You are insane. Do you know that?"
The girl moaned as she sucked upon his delicate collarbones.
"So beautiful."
Her fingers unbuttoned his shirt, her hands lightly rubbing his bare skin. He was too tired to resist her. Her hands were cool against his chest ,which was still heaving. Her tongue explored his torso, flicking his nipples, making them hard. She pressed her ear against his heart which was still beating madly deep inside him.
"Yes baby yes..."
He hissed as her tongue and fingers continued to torment him, tracing a line from his ribs to his belly. He sucked in his breath as her hands reached out and caressed his cock through the fabric of his sweats.
"Bitch," he called her through gritted teeth. "God damn filthy whore."
"Yes, yes."
She undid the strings of his pants and grabbed a hold of his shaft.
Yoochun stretched out his arms, his palms pressing hard against the stall as she deep throated him in one swift movement. He bit his bottom lip to keep from crying out. Spreading his legs apart, he planted his feet as hard as he could on the floor. They shook uncontrollably as the crazed fan continued to suck upon his now engorged cock. She hummed as she pleasured him, making his whole body quiver. He whimpered under his breath, the odd yet incredible sensations from the tongue piercing, combined with the stroking of her hands was driving him out of his mind. Pre-cum was starting drip from him; she licked his slit making him arch his back. His body was bucking now, his hands balled up in fists, banging up against the side of the stall. The girl deep throated him once more and it made him snap. He came without warning, not that he cared, his warm sticky cum shooting down the back of her throat. She swallowed all of him, sucking and licking as his release came upon him. When it was over, he collapsed, nearly falling onto the floor. She stood up, adjusted her baseball cap and put on her sunglasses as if nothing had happened.
"You are nuts, do you know that? Certifiable!" He was still breathing hard. He put his hand on his chest, trying to calm his racing heart.
"Maybe, but you enjoyed that, didn't you?" She smiled wickedly at him.
Yoochun buttoned up his shirt, but left his pants and his boxers around his ankles. She chuckled.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" She pointed to his cock.
"No, I came here to use the bathroom, remember?" He smiled at her despite the fact that she had practically raped him.
"You know this place is disgusting. Next time you rape a guy, do it somewhere clean, like a laundromat, ok?"
"I don't know, I thought it was pretty hot, " she laughed.
"By the way, my name is Ae-cha." She dug into her pocket and gave him her business card.
"You're in a punk band?"
She nodded her head.
"Aahh, I see. That's why you've got all the piercings."
He put the card in his shirt pocket.
Ae-cha outstretched her arm, her fingers grasping handfuls of Yoohun's hair.
"So beautiful," she whispered seductively.
He looked at her face.
"You know," he said. You are beautiful too."
He leaned into her and gently brushed her lips with his.
"You're crazy, but beautiful."
"Hey Yoochun," she said before leaving the stall, "anytime you want sex, call me. We can get down and dirty, no strings attached, ok?"
"Yeah, ok Ae-cha. Now let me take a dump in private, will ya?"
Ae-cha pulled the cap over her eyes. She put her hands in her pockets and hunched her shoulders. She walked out of the bathroom and headed toward the exit. As she went on her way, she accidentally bumped into Changmin who had been pacing up and down the airport, waiting for Yoochun.
"Sorry man," she said, pretending to be a guy.
"It's ok," Changmin answered, still looking at his watch.
Ae-cha smiled to herself as she left the airport. She hoped it would not be her only encounter with Park Yoochun.
Yoochun set about his business. He sat down on the toilet and then realized something was not right.
"Hey, there's no toilet paper in here......."