Devil of My Heart - 2
Title: Devil of My Heart
Pairings: Yoosu & other DBSK
Rating: PG13 to R
Chapters: ?
Summary: Born in poverty Junsu was sold away to become a slave, but he was tempted by his Young Master Yoochun into passions he would never forget. Who knew their love could grow so strong under the pressure of Yoochun's intolerance family? Worse yet, Yoochun is about to become a married man.
Plotbunny: veggieincoma
Chapter 1
“What?”
“You heard me!” Yoochun spoke up a bit; eyes not betraying a single fear.
“Yoochun ah,” Min Sook grabs his sleeve and tugs gently, “Why would you want anything to do with that useless slave?”
Yoochun sighed, ignoring his sister by pulling away and staring intensively into his parent’s eyes, one at a time. His mom’s face wrinkled up in a sort of anxiety but at the same time trying to persuade Yoochun to take back his decision.
His father squints at him and laughed, “Well, I don’t see anything wrong with wanting an assistant servant. You should have gotten one years ago Yoochun ah!” he old man chuckles and took a long suck on his pipe, “But why Junsu? He is just a teeny little slave, wouldn’t you rather I have a real servant follow you around?”
“No,” his answer was simple, and since he was their only son they did so much as to comply.
Junsu turned around, his body flushed with agonizing fear as he tried to make clear of their family discussion. He knows it’s wrong to be eavesdropping but he felt he has every right to hear about what they plan for him. “God,” he almost choked on his own saliva and held his rapid thumping heart at the same time.
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“Junsu-shiiii!!” Yoochun’s deep voice rumbles within the dark and unwanted shack not far from the main house. “Junsuuu?” he continues, his turning this way and the other trying to make out where the younger boy was.
It nearly gave him a heart attack and he picked up his feet to run again or about to when he tripped over something which send him flying to the floor. Overwhelmed by the pain and shock of the fall Junsu let out a cry catching Yoochun’s attention right away.
A hand reached out and covered his ankle giving Junsu a jump, he widened his eyes and looked up, “There you are,” his Young Master smiled tightening his grip and pulled. Junsu helplessly let his body slide across and close to Yoochun as he winced not daring to pull away. “Afraid of me now?” Yoochun asks; his voice low and a bit mischievous.
He shook his head, swinging left then right fast and hard, but it wasn’t his answer. “Good,” Yoochun’s smile grew wider on his lips and he released Junsu. “Yah, come here,” he whispered.
A pang of fear flickered into the depths of Junsu’s eyes as he stared into Yoochun’s. The man waited for his action, some sort of movement at all to break the awkward silence between them. He slid over, slowly and carefully enough to keep a distance. Within seconds he felt his Young Master leaned in, body inches from each other, hot lips pressed into his ear accompanied by his hot breath, “Did you like that kiss yesterday?”
Junsu eyes broadened biting his lips to keep from whimpering. “Was I too harsh?” the voice whispered again. His breath grew heavy and rigid. “What if I kiss you now? Will you let me Junsu ah?” he tensed at the hand roaming upon his thigh.
Pressing his eyes tight and trying to block the current situation from his mind Junsu can feel heat rising in his body. “Y-young…” Hands gripped his jaws, lips pressed up against his, and tongue ravished his.
Lost. Frightened. Confused. What should he do? Junsu refused to move but at the same time wished he didn’t end up in such a situation. Regaining some sense back into his mind he gently pushed on Yoochun’s chest with one of his hand. Yoochun grabbed the wrist and held it tight, the other hand pushed the back of Junsu’s head into him for better advantage.
He heard the young boy moaned senseless, a grumble beneath his throat followed. His mind spun and his heart pounced. Hunger surged; hungry to drink up every drop of sweet moisture from Junsu’s lips. His tongued wrapped and delved within the walls of his mouth pushing him deeper and deeper.
He sucked until he was sure he left bruises then dropped butterfly kisses every so often. Junsu whined and gasped pulling away. “Please,” he pleaded pushing the man away. But it seemed to be ignored as Yoochun crawled over to him, held him down and hovered above him. “I don’t want this,” Junsu let out a soft cry pushing again.
“Shh..” dark eyes bored into his.
“No,” his head shook, “No, no no!” Junsu struggled wildly.
“Shut up, I’ll kiss you again,”
His mouth closed, hands falling. Yoochun released him upon hearing Junsu’s name being called. The young boy rushed up and looked at him. He was about to make a run for it before Yoochun’s hand grabbed onto his. “Did I tell you yet? I own you now.”
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next chapter will be longer i promise
Pairings: Yoosu & other DBSK
Rating: PG13 to R
Chapters: ?
Summary: Born in poverty Junsu was sold away to become a slave, but he was tempted by his Young Master Yoochun into passions he would never forget. Who knew their love could grow so strong under the pressure of Yoochun's intolerance family? Worse yet, Yoochun is about to become a married man.
Plotbunny: veggieincoma
Chapter 1
“What?”
“You heard me!” Yoochun spoke up a bit; eyes not betraying a single fear.
“Yoochun ah,” Min Sook grabs his sleeve and tugs gently, “Why would you want anything to do with that useless slave?”
Yoochun sighed, ignoring his sister by pulling away and staring intensively into his parent’s eyes, one at a time. His mom’s face wrinkled up in a sort of anxiety but at the same time trying to persuade Yoochun to take back his decision.
His father squints at him and laughed, “Well, I don’t see anything wrong with wanting an assistant servant. You should have gotten one years ago Yoochun ah!” he old man chuckles and took a long suck on his pipe, “But why Junsu? He is just a teeny little slave, wouldn’t you rather I have a real servant follow you around?”
“No,” his answer was simple, and since he was their only son they did so much as to comply.
Junsu turned around, his body flushed with agonizing fear as he tried to make clear of their family discussion. He knows it’s wrong to be eavesdropping but he felt he has every right to hear about what they plan for him. “God,” he almost choked on his own saliva and held his rapid thumping heart at the same time.
`
“Junsu-shiiii!!” Yoochun’s deep voice rumbles within the dark and unwanted shack not far from the main house. “Junsuuu?” he continues, his turning this way and the other trying to make out where the younger boy was.
It nearly gave him a heart attack and he picked up his feet to run again or about to when he tripped over something which send him flying to the floor. Overwhelmed by the pain and shock of the fall Junsu let out a cry catching Yoochun’s attention right away.
A hand reached out and covered his ankle giving Junsu a jump, he widened his eyes and looked up, “There you are,” his Young Master smiled tightening his grip and pulled. Junsu helplessly let his body slide across and close to Yoochun as he winced not daring to pull away. “Afraid of me now?” Yoochun asks; his voice low and a bit mischievous.
He shook his head, swinging left then right fast and hard, but it wasn’t his answer. “Good,” Yoochun’s smile grew wider on his lips and he released Junsu. “Yah, come here,” he whispered.
A pang of fear flickered into the depths of Junsu’s eyes as he stared into Yoochun’s. The man waited for his action, some sort of movement at all to break the awkward silence between them. He slid over, slowly and carefully enough to keep a distance. Within seconds he felt his Young Master leaned in, body inches from each other, hot lips pressed into his ear accompanied by his hot breath, “Did you like that kiss yesterday?”
Junsu eyes broadened biting his lips to keep from whimpering. “Was I too harsh?” the voice whispered again. His breath grew heavy and rigid. “What if I kiss you now? Will you let me Junsu ah?” he tensed at the hand roaming upon his thigh.
Pressing his eyes tight and trying to block the current situation from his mind Junsu can feel heat rising in his body. “Y-young…” Hands gripped his jaws, lips pressed up against his, and tongue ravished his.
Lost. Frightened. Confused. What should he do? Junsu refused to move but at the same time wished he didn’t end up in such a situation. Regaining some sense back into his mind he gently pushed on Yoochun’s chest with one of his hand. Yoochun grabbed the wrist and held it tight, the other hand pushed the back of Junsu’s head into him for better advantage.
He heard the young boy moaned senseless, a grumble beneath his throat followed. His mind spun and his heart pounced. Hunger surged; hungry to drink up every drop of sweet moisture from Junsu’s lips. His tongued wrapped and delved within the walls of his mouth pushing him deeper and deeper.
He sucked until he was sure he left bruises then dropped butterfly kisses every so often. Junsu whined and gasped pulling away. “Please,” he pleaded pushing the man away. But it seemed to be ignored as Yoochun crawled over to him, held him down and hovered above him. “I don’t want this,” Junsu let out a soft cry pushing again.
“Shh..” dark eyes bored into his.
“No,” his head shook, “No, no no!” Junsu struggled wildly.
“Shut up, I’ll kiss you again,”
His mouth closed, hands falling. Yoochun released him upon hearing Junsu’s name being called. The young boy rushed up and looked at him. He was about to make a run for it before Yoochun’s hand grabbed onto his. “Did I tell you yet? I own you now.”
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next chapter will be longer i promise