Devil of My Heart - 13
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 Chapter 4 Chapter 5
Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10
Chapter 11 Chapter 12
Theme song: Endless Story - Yuna Ito (click to listen)
“I-I ha..have some..thing to-to show y..you,” the motel attendant mumbles, as if he was trembling nonstop from the cold or fear.
Yoochun was just about to take off his boots to relax from the long ride when he looks up at the knocks protruding his door. Junsu was behind him kneeling over his shoulders on the edge of the bed not paying attention whatsoever, instead he was preoccupied with massaging Yoochun’s shoulders lightly, pressing a kiss here and there on the nape of his neck.
He groaned at the feel of Junsu’s soft, wet tongue darting out to taste his skin. “Give me a minute,” he called out while reaching over his shoulders to grab Junsu’s slender arms.
“That’s fine,” the voice outside said and eventually his footsteps died.
Junsu was pulled over into his lap, their lips brushed across each other’s, tongue dancing with delight as their breaths mingled. The boy moaned into his mouth as his fingers skimmed over his skin, teasing his pert nipples. He felt Junsu’s digits roamed to caress his cheek, neck, and collar bone urgently.
“You really want to know how it feels inside of me?” Yoochun whispered against his lips, Junsu blushed and nodded.
“I’ll show you another way,” he pushed the smaller frame down on the bed, hands tossing his clothes aside teasing its way down so where Junsu’s bulge was; the boy groaned eyes rolling back.
Yoochun’s thumb brushed his tip a few times while pressing butterfly kisses into his inner thighs and he knew once that Junsu was really going crazy, his body curled trying to thrust against the friction. Without another minute wasted Yoochun pulled up and press a kiss on his erection, he heard Junsu screamed. “Wha-ahhh…Yoochun!” he's aching again, heart beginning to race.
The older griped his hips, pinning it down to prevent further thrusts, “You’ll feel good, love,” his whisper was cool against Junsu’s skin making him shiver. But he couldn’t deny that Yoochun is right, he is feeling good. Letting out a cry Junsu buckled, eyes squeezing shut when he felt Yoochun’s tongue lapped the head of his shaft slowly before taking it whole into his heated mouth.
Junsu cried out again, his moan breathy within his throat. His hands flew down to curl into Yoochun’s locks as he continuously sucked Junsu off. The pleasure crept into his stomach and made his legs tremble, the heat was unbearable coiling into the depths of his heart.
Moans tripped on his lips, calling for Yoochun’s name lingeringly when he felt his sac tightens. “No, Yoochun ah!” he warned. His eyes flew open as he tried of shove his Young Master away, “I’m going to come!”
He saw Yoochun’s brows furrowed, fingers digging into his flesh and ignoring Junsu. The boy felt his tongue swirled and before he knew it he was spilling into his lips, white lights flashed across his eyes forcing them to close, his sweaty body jerks into laps of ecstasy. The other swallowed his sweetness before pulling away from the limb body, hands pushing the blankets up to him. “Go to sleep, I’ll go see what the attendant wanted to tell me,” his smile was almost too charming even right after carrying Junsu off to raptures of bliss, the boy nodded. “Love you,” he wiped the sweat off Junsu’s forehead and pressed a kiss onto it before standing up and adjusting his clothes.
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Yoochun seems to be uneasy as they rode into their hometown; he stopped to return the horse to its cabin and walked with Junsu the rest of the way. “When we get home,” he squeezed the smaller’s fingers into his, “I’ll tell Mother that we’re in love,” he petted him.
Junsu was scared, isn’t their relationship kind of wrong? What will the Mistress think if she finds out Yoochun is in love with a slave, worst yet one that is his own gender? His eyes gazed at Yoochun’s face and then all that didn’t matter anymore. So what if they loved each other? Is it so much a sin to fall in love? “It’s not a sin!” he argued out loud and Yoochun turned to look at him weird.
He smiled, grabbing Yoochun’s clothes and pushed himself into his chest, “It’s not a sin to love you.”
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A very angry family awaits Yoochun’s return. He almost felt bad for pushing Junsu back into his shack and told him he’d deal with this on his own. His parents’ faces were cold, heartless even as they stare at their only son. “You don’t understand!” he reasoned, “I-I can’t help it anymore, I just fell for him,”
“Well you better change that, because we can’t adjust anything for you,” Master Park stated firmly.
“Yoochun ah,” his mother sniffles, “Don’t be like this, it’s so wrong.”
“Wrong?” his face scrunched up in anger.
“Shut up!” The Master demanded, “You can’t always get what you want!”
Min Sook gulped nervously as she never had seen her father so angry against Yoochun, he was always so easy on the boy.
“Well I don’t want to live here anymore! If you guys can’t accept that then I rather move out!” Yoochun bickered while his mom tries to calm him down.
“Fine! Move out,” his father said, “But Junsu isn’t yours to take. I’ll let you know now that I can and will kill that little slave if I have to,” his eyes glared.
Yoochun’s shoulders slouched, “Cha Hee is coming over tomorrow,” his mother whispered next to his ears, “Your father worked hard on this marriage, please don’t fight with him. He’s so old already Yoochun ah,” she cried into his arm.
“Kill him?” Yoochun chuckled bitterly, “You’re telling me you rather take a life then let your son be happy?”
“Why is it always about you?” Min Sook butted in, “Think about our family too, don’t you think you’re being selfish?”
“Then I’ll kill myself,” he bit his lips, eyes challenging his father’s. Master Park slammed on the table angrily then jerked into his stroke, a coughing fit filled with blood.
Min Sook and the Mistress rushed over to his side, patting the old man about to die in front of Yoochun.
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Junsu spotted Yoochun coming out of the main house and he grew excited. Jumping to his feet he waited a few seconds for Yoochun to get further away from the house before he waddles up to him eagerly, “Are you going out?” he asks with a bright smile. “Where are we going today?” he didn’t wait for Yoochun to reply to the question before and reached out to hold on to his sleeve.
Yoochun shook his hand off with an annoyed face, “It’s none of your business,” he retorted making Junsu giggled.
“Awwws,” he pouted as Yoochun started walking off, “Something happened during breakfast?” he continues to follow his Young Master, hands grabbing his clothes again trying to get him to talk.
“Stop touching me with your filthy hands you slave!” he spun around and grabbed Junsu’s wrist throwing it back at the boy harshly.
Taken aback, Junsu eyes gawked in shock but softened down while his lips couldn’t determine if it wants to smile or frown. His hands still lingers by Yoochun but afraid to reach out and touch him. “Yoochun shii,” his voice trembles.
“Don’t call me by my name!” Yoochun glared at him angrily, “YOUNG MASTER!!!” he leaned down and spat at Junsu.
“Yoo-Young Master,” Junsu mumbled, “Did I do something wrong?” he asks, but couldn’t really figure out his own questions, what did he ever do wrong to Yoochun?
“Yes,” he answered, “You’re wrong for thinking that I’d really want for ‘us’ to happen,” he laughed, so bitterly eyes avoiding Junsu’s.
The boy rushed to hug him, burying his face into Yoochun’s chest whimpering like a lost puppy, “I’ll change Yoochun, tell me what I did!”
The hands that once loved him were now pushing him away, Yoochun used one hand and pinned him into the post next to the large public hallway. “Just stay away ok? We’re over. It was fun playing with you,” he told him calmly all the while staring into his shaking eyes. Junsu felt as if he couldn’t breathe, he wish Yoochun’s hand would just move up a little and strangle the life out of him; he’d rather have that than him saying all these hurtful things.
But of course he just stayed still, eyes stinging into heat but he didn’t cry, not in front of Yoochun. “You really think I’m into men? Into a filthy slave?” his voice taunts over Junsu’s ears, fingers digging into the boy’s collarbone. He laughed as Junsu winced and then shoves the boy slightly before turning his heel to walk away.
Just like that, all within one night it changed, Yoochun’s changed. A trembling body slid down to his knees, arms coming around his own body to ease his own shaking. “Why does it feel like I’m going to cry?” his small voice asks himself, he didn’t like this feeling. It was as if Yoochun’s hand is squeezing his heart very tightly, suppressing any blood circulation, and dammit it hurts so much, too much.
He wants to rip his heart out so that he couldn’t feel it hurting anymore, yet it is still there beating, coiling his body into a dark pain. The boy bit his lips, hands falling on the ground to catch his tears that unwillingly shed.
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=) did you listen to the song? it's so so so goooddd! and i think it matches this chapter.
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 Chapter 4 Chapter 5
Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10
Chapter 11 Chapter 12
Theme song: Endless Story - Yuna Ito (click to listen)
“I-I ha..have some..thing to-to show y..you,” the motel attendant mumbles, as if he was trembling nonstop from the cold or fear.
Yoochun was just about to take off his boots to relax from the long ride when he looks up at the knocks protruding his door. Junsu was behind him kneeling over his shoulders on the edge of the bed not paying attention whatsoever, instead he was preoccupied with massaging Yoochun’s shoulders lightly, pressing a kiss here and there on the nape of his neck.
He groaned at the feel of Junsu’s soft, wet tongue darting out to taste his skin. “Give me a minute,” he called out while reaching over his shoulders to grab Junsu’s slender arms.
“That’s fine,” the voice outside said and eventually his footsteps died.
Junsu was pulled over into his lap, their lips brushed across each other’s, tongue dancing with delight as their breaths mingled. The boy moaned into his mouth as his fingers skimmed over his skin, teasing his pert nipples. He felt Junsu’s digits roamed to caress his cheek, neck, and collar bone urgently.
“You really want to know how it feels inside of me?” Yoochun whispered against his lips, Junsu blushed and nodded.
“I’ll show you another way,” he pushed the smaller frame down on the bed, hands tossing his clothes aside teasing its way down so where Junsu’s bulge was; the boy groaned eyes rolling back.
Yoochun’s thumb brushed his tip a few times while pressing butterfly kisses into his inner thighs and he knew once that Junsu was really going crazy, his body curled trying to thrust against the friction. Without another minute wasted Yoochun pulled up and press a kiss on his erection, he heard Junsu screamed. “Wha-ahhh…Yoochun!” he's aching again, heart beginning to race.
The older griped his hips, pinning it down to prevent further thrusts, “You’ll feel good, love,” his whisper was cool against Junsu’s skin making him shiver. But he couldn’t deny that Yoochun is right, he is feeling good. Letting out a cry Junsu buckled, eyes squeezing shut when he felt Yoochun’s tongue lapped the head of his shaft slowly before taking it whole into his heated mouth.
Junsu cried out again, his moan breathy within his throat. His hands flew down to curl into Yoochun’s locks as he continuously sucked Junsu off. The pleasure crept into his stomach and made his legs tremble, the heat was unbearable coiling into the depths of his heart.
Moans tripped on his lips, calling for Yoochun’s name lingeringly when he felt his sac tightens. “No, Yoochun ah!” he warned. His eyes flew open as he tried of shove his Young Master away, “I’m going to come!”
He saw Yoochun’s brows furrowed, fingers digging into his flesh and ignoring Junsu. The boy felt his tongue swirled and before he knew it he was spilling into his lips, white lights flashed across his eyes forcing them to close, his sweaty body jerks into laps of ecstasy. The other swallowed his sweetness before pulling away from the limb body, hands pushing the blankets up to him. “Go to sleep, I’ll go see what the attendant wanted to tell me,” his smile was almost too charming even right after carrying Junsu off to raptures of bliss, the boy nodded. “Love you,” he wiped the sweat off Junsu’s forehead and pressed a kiss onto it before standing up and adjusting his clothes.
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Yoochun seems to be uneasy as they rode into their hometown; he stopped to return the horse to its cabin and walked with Junsu the rest of the way. “When we get home,” he squeezed the smaller’s fingers into his, “I’ll tell Mother that we’re in love,” he petted him.
Junsu was scared, isn’t their relationship kind of wrong? What will the Mistress think if she finds out Yoochun is in love with a slave, worst yet one that is his own gender? His eyes gazed at Yoochun’s face and then all that didn’t matter anymore. So what if they loved each other? Is it so much a sin to fall in love? “It’s not a sin!” he argued out loud and Yoochun turned to look at him weird.
He smiled, grabbing Yoochun’s clothes and pushed himself into his chest, “It’s not a sin to love you.”
`
A very angry family awaits Yoochun’s return. He almost felt bad for pushing Junsu back into his shack and told him he’d deal with this on his own. His parents’ faces were cold, heartless even as they stare at their only son. “You don’t understand!” he reasoned, “I-I can’t help it anymore, I just fell for him,”
“Well you better change that, because we can’t adjust anything for you,” Master Park stated firmly.
“Yoochun ah,” his mother sniffles, “Don’t be like this, it’s so wrong.”
“Wrong?” his face scrunched up in anger.
“Shut up!” The Master demanded, “You can’t always get what you want!”
Min Sook gulped nervously as she never had seen her father so angry against Yoochun, he was always so easy on the boy.
“Well I don’t want to live here anymore! If you guys can’t accept that then I rather move out!” Yoochun bickered while his mom tries to calm him down.
“Fine! Move out,” his father said, “But Junsu isn’t yours to take. I’ll let you know now that I can and will kill that little slave if I have to,” his eyes glared.
Yoochun’s shoulders slouched, “Cha Hee is coming over tomorrow,” his mother whispered next to his ears, “Your father worked hard on this marriage, please don’t fight with him. He’s so old already Yoochun ah,” she cried into his arm.
“Kill him?” Yoochun chuckled bitterly, “You’re telling me you rather take a life then let your son be happy?”
“Why is it always about you?” Min Sook butted in, “Think about our family too, don’t you think you’re being selfish?”
“Then I’ll kill myself,” he bit his lips, eyes challenging his father’s. Master Park slammed on the table angrily then jerked into his stroke, a coughing fit filled with blood.
Min Sook and the Mistress rushed over to his side, patting the old man about to die in front of Yoochun.
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Junsu spotted Yoochun coming out of the main house and he grew excited. Jumping to his feet he waited a few seconds for Yoochun to get further away from the house before he waddles up to him eagerly, “Are you going out?” he asks with a bright smile. “Where are we going today?” he didn’t wait for Yoochun to reply to the question before and reached out to hold on to his sleeve.
Yoochun shook his hand off with an annoyed face, “It’s none of your business,” he retorted making Junsu giggled.
“Awwws,” he pouted as Yoochun started walking off, “Something happened during breakfast?” he continues to follow his Young Master, hands grabbing his clothes again trying to get him to talk.
“Stop touching me with your filthy hands you slave!” he spun around and grabbed Junsu’s wrist throwing it back at the boy harshly.
Taken aback, Junsu eyes gawked in shock but softened down while his lips couldn’t determine if it wants to smile or frown. His hands still lingers by Yoochun but afraid to reach out and touch him. “Yoochun shii,” his voice trembles.
“Don’t call me by my name!” Yoochun glared at him angrily, “YOUNG MASTER!!!” he leaned down and spat at Junsu.
“Yoo-Young Master,” Junsu mumbled, “Did I do something wrong?” he asks, but couldn’t really figure out his own questions, what did he ever do wrong to Yoochun?
“Yes,” he answered, “You’re wrong for thinking that I’d really want for ‘us’ to happen,” he laughed, so bitterly eyes avoiding Junsu’s.
The boy rushed to hug him, burying his face into Yoochun’s chest whimpering like a lost puppy, “I’ll change Yoochun, tell me what I did!”
The hands that once loved him were now pushing him away, Yoochun used one hand and pinned him into the post next to the large public hallway. “Just stay away ok? We’re over. It was fun playing with you,” he told him calmly all the while staring into his shaking eyes. Junsu felt as if he couldn’t breathe, he wish Yoochun’s hand would just move up a little and strangle the life out of him; he’d rather have that than him saying all these hurtful things.
But of course he just stayed still, eyes stinging into heat but he didn’t cry, not in front of Yoochun. “You really think I’m into men? Into a filthy slave?” his voice taunts over Junsu’s ears, fingers digging into the boy’s collarbone. He laughed as Junsu winced and then shoves the boy slightly before turning his heel to walk away.
Just like that, all within one night it changed, Yoochun’s changed. A trembling body slid down to his knees, arms coming around his own body to ease his own shaking. “Why does it feel like I’m going to cry?” his small voice asks himself, he didn’t like this feeling. It was as if Yoochun’s hand is squeezing his heart very tightly, suppressing any blood circulation, and dammit it hurts so much, too much.
He wants to rip his heart out so that he couldn’t feel it hurting anymore, yet it is still there beating, coiling his body into a dark pain. The boy bit his lips, hands falling on the ground to catch his tears that unwillingly shed.
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=) did you listen to the song? it's so so so goooddd! and i think it matches this chapter.