Devil of My Heart - 4
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 Chapter 2 Chapter 3
Junsu’s eyes shifted open slowly, warm sunlight dancing greeted his sight and he snuggled deeper into the warmth he felt beneath him, lips pressing together.
“Feeling better?” A deep but gentle voice asked, echoing through the room as he looked up to find Yoochun.
“Ahh,” Junsu acknowledged, sitting up from his Young Master’s bed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know when I fell asleep,” he bows his head low.
“That’s okay,” Yoochun assured stepping forward to take a seat by him.
Junsu who was still shirtless, grips tighter onto the sheets that wraps around him as Yoochun lets out a chuckle. “You make it seem like I’m going to eat you all the time!”
His brows curved, head tilted and slightly confused as Yoochun released a sigh and looked away from him. Feeling a tight feeling congest his chest Junsu reached out and wraps his arms around Yoochun’s slim waist. “I-Thank you.”
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Junsu drags behind Yoochun in the marketplace as he browsed through to find the perfect birthday gift for Min Sook. “Junsu ah, do you think Noona will like this?” he asked holding up a pair of earrings.
He looked at the ground as a reply and Yoochun shook his head, “Hmm, maybe not,” he placed the jewelry down.
“What about this?” he walks up further pulls out a fancy handkerchief with lotuses embroidery.
Again Junsu replied with a lost face as he continues to stare at the ground.
“Awws, come on Junsu ah!” Yoochun huffed, “Give me some opinions huh?” he made a face at the boy.
“Young Master!” The women in the stand spread a wide smile as she picked up more handkerchiefs, “These are one hundred percent handmade Young Master!” she began unfolding them to show off the decorations, “Your girlfriend will love this sir,” she cooed as she shoves them into his hands.
“Ahh but Junsu doesn’t like them,” Yoochun looked at him, whose eyes seem to flash a sign of protest. “Maybe next time,” he shoves them back to the women before grabbing Junsu’s wrist to drag him away.
Once they reached an empty street Yoochun rounded the corner to hide behind some brick walls, “What’s wrong Junsu ah?” he asks still holding onto his wrist.
Junsu shook his head, he felt displaced. He felt like he hasn’t seen real people in years and was starting to miss his family. He remembers his mom selling dumplings in the marketplace and his sisters running around freely. Now that he’s actually out in the open streets he felt lost. Where is his family? Where are his loved ones?
“Junsu ah? Junsu!” Yoochun shook him, making him jump just slightly. Tears swelled up his eyes as they widened and looked into Yoochun’s. His heart thumped and he jumped into Yoochun’s arms. The man tightened his arms about Junsu lending his chest so that the boy can find comfort.
Junsu pulled out minutes later looking even more beautiful with tears strolling down his cheeks, and Yoochun used his thumbs to stroke the droplets away. “I--I” his voice cracked, soft and pleading. Young Master Yoochun thought he looked like an abandoned puppy, hands caressing the back of Junsu’s neck and held him up so that their lips can meet.
Yoochun’s lips pressed slightly over Junsu’s then moved to kiss his jaws, cheeks, then his eyelids still tainted with tears. He felt the boy’s fingers grip tighter onto his sleeves, reaching up to claim his lips again. What sweet sweet lips he tasted, he wanted to savor it forever, wanted to explore every inch of the other man.
He was getting too used to this and his desires were growing. Junsu didn’t want to admit that he was getting greedy for Yoochun’s love and attention because it was wrong, forbidden. But oh his heart was overwhelmed by this man who seems to have endless love to protect him. “Young Master,” Junsu gasped through the gaps of their lips but decided to keep quiet because Yoochun seems to be ignoring him.
A hand slipped inside his shirt burning the skin exactly like when he used rubbing alcohol, Junsu moaned into Yoochun’s mouth and relaxed against the wall behind him. Those fingers were soft and gently, rubbing his side with just the right amount of pressure to make him lose control. He felt Yoochun’s lips growing urgent as it began kissing him hungrily and he responded.
He let the other man suck on his lips, felt biting and a warm tongue always stroking his own. Junsu’s arms as if automatic went up to wrap around Yoochun’s neck releasing another cry as he felt his fingers ran over his nipple. Yoochun’s lips swallowed his cry before it left to roam down to his jaws, licking a wet trail to his neck and sucked.
Junsu weakened, feeling Yoochun’s lips nipping his flesh and bruising the place, fingers running over his peppled nipple and himself growing hard. He’s never felt the need for anything this urgent before and before he knew it he was already grinding his own hips into Yoochun’s. His Young Master let out a cry of hot breath into the crook of his neck.
He steadied himself in time and looked carefully at Yoochun’s face, hands sliding down to rest on his shoulders and pushed him away gently. “What?” the man asks, voice coated with confusion and disappointment.
“W-e ssh..shouldn’t be doing th-is.” Junsu’s brows curved, eyes sparkled sadly. “I-I’m…yo-you’re Young Master,”
Yoochun eyes darkened and his voice shifted to a low whisper as he grabs Junsu’s jaws, holding it still as he moved his face next to it. “I’m fed up with being a Young Master. Let me help you break the rules,” he whispered.
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haha next chapter is totally the smex >___<
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 Chapter 2 Chapter 3
Junsu’s eyes shifted open slowly, warm sunlight dancing greeted his sight and he snuggled deeper into the warmth he felt beneath him, lips pressing together.
“Feeling better?” A deep but gentle voice asked, echoing through the room as he looked up to find Yoochun.
“Ahh,” Junsu acknowledged, sitting up from his Young Master’s bed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know when I fell asleep,” he bows his head low.
“That’s okay,” Yoochun assured stepping forward to take a seat by him.
Junsu who was still shirtless, grips tighter onto the sheets that wraps around him as Yoochun lets out a chuckle. “You make it seem like I’m going to eat you all the time!”
His brows curved, head tilted and slightly confused as Yoochun released a sigh and looked away from him. Feeling a tight feeling congest his chest Junsu reached out and wraps his arms around Yoochun’s slim waist. “I-Thank you.”
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Junsu drags behind Yoochun in the marketplace as he browsed through to find the perfect birthday gift for Min Sook. “Junsu ah, do you think Noona will like this?” he asked holding up a pair of earrings.
He looked at the ground as a reply and Yoochun shook his head, “Hmm, maybe not,” he placed the jewelry down.
“What about this?” he walks up further pulls out a fancy handkerchief with lotuses embroidery.
Again Junsu replied with a lost face as he continues to stare at the ground.
“Awws, come on Junsu ah!” Yoochun huffed, “Give me some opinions huh?” he made a face at the boy.
“Young Master!” The women in the stand spread a wide smile as she picked up more handkerchiefs, “These are one hundred percent handmade Young Master!” she began unfolding them to show off the decorations, “Your girlfriend will love this sir,” she cooed as she shoves them into his hands.
“Ahh but Junsu doesn’t like them,” Yoochun looked at him, whose eyes seem to flash a sign of protest. “Maybe next time,” he shoves them back to the women before grabbing Junsu’s wrist to drag him away.
Once they reached an empty street Yoochun rounded the corner to hide behind some brick walls, “What’s wrong Junsu ah?” he asks still holding onto his wrist.
Junsu shook his head, he felt displaced. He felt like he hasn’t seen real people in years and was starting to miss his family. He remembers his mom selling dumplings in the marketplace and his sisters running around freely. Now that he’s actually out in the open streets he felt lost. Where is his family? Where are his loved ones?
“Junsu ah? Junsu!” Yoochun shook him, making him jump just slightly. Tears swelled up his eyes as they widened and looked into Yoochun’s. His heart thumped and he jumped into Yoochun’s arms. The man tightened his arms about Junsu lending his chest so that the boy can find comfort.
Junsu pulled out minutes later looking even more beautiful with tears strolling down his cheeks, and Yoochun used his thumbs to stroke the droplets away. “I--I” his voice cracked, soft and pleading. Young Master Yoochun thought he looked like an abandoned puppy, hands caressing the back of Junsu’s neck and held him up so that their lips can meet.
Yoochun’s lips pressed slightly over Junsu’s then moved to kiss his jaws, cheeks, then his eyelids still tainted with tears. He felt the boy’s fingers grip tighter onto his sleeves, reaching up to claim his lips again. What sweet sweet lips he tasted, he wanted to savor it forever, wanted to explore every inch of the other man.
He was getting too used to this and his desires were growing. Junsu didn’t want to admit that he was getting greedy for Yoochun’s love and attention because it was wrong, forbidden. But oh his heart was overwhelmed by this man who seems to have endless love to protect him. “Young Master,” Junsu gasped through the gaps of their lips but decided to keep quiet because Yoochun seems to be ignoring him.
A hand slipped inside his shirt burning the skin exactly like when he used rubbing alcohol, Junsu moaned into Yoochun’s mouth and relaxed against the wall behind him. Those fingers were soft and gently, rubbing his side with just the right amount of pressure to make him lose control. He felt Yoochun’s lips growing urgent as it began kissing him hungrily and he responded.
He let the other man suck on his lips, felt biting and a warm tongue always stroking his own. Junsu’s arms as if automatic went up to wrap around Yoochun’s neck releasing another cry as he felt his fingers ran over his nipple. Yoochun’s lips swallowed his cry before it left to roam down to his jaws, licking a wet trail to his neck and sucked.
Junsu weakened, feeling Yoochun’s lips nipping his flesh and bruising the place, fingers running over his peppled nipple and himself growing hard. He’s never felt the need for anything this urgent before and before he knew it he was already grinding his own hips into Yoochun’s. His Young Master let out a cry of hot breath into the crook of his neck.
He steadied himself in time and looked carefully at Yoochun’s face, hands sliding down to rest on his shoulders and pushed him away gently. “What?” the man asks, voice coated with confusion and disappointment.
“W-e ssh..shouldn’t be doing th-is.” Junsu’s brows curved, eyes sparkled sadly. “I-I’m…yo-you’re Young Master,”
Yoochun eyes darkened and his voice shifted to a low whisper as he grabs Junsu’s jaws, holding it still as he moved his face next to it. “I’m fed up with being a Young Master. Let me help you break the rules,” he whispered.
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haha next chapter is totally the smex >___<