Breaking point
Title: Breaking point
Pairing: Yoosu
Genre: Hardcore smut
Length: Oneshot (uncompleted) Part 1
Rating: Nc-17
Summary: Wherein Yoochun takes Junsu for granted until Junsu loses his patience and reminds Yoochun of what's important...(basically smut for the sake of hardcore smut with Seme Su)
A/N: Not checked through, written after (ohgodwthareyoucalledonljnowdude?!) was talking about hardcore Junsu smut.
Junsu watched the scene in front of him with an indulgent smile. His boyfriend was in the midst of yet another photo shoot; endorsing some new label sneakers having just finished endorsing boxer shorts for the rival company.
He had failed to see what Yoochun’s naked upper torso had to do with the sneakers he was supposedly advertising but wisely chose not to comment lest the photographer decided to go for yet another concept change.
He had already lost 5 hours from what was supposed to have been a day reserved for just him; Yoochun had felt guilty for the weeks of neglect and decided (very magnanimously he felt) to spend one whole day dedicated to his adorable boyfriend; declaring that he would work extra hard in order to free up this one day for just Junsu.
Junsu had nodded placidly at the time, reassuring Yoochun that it was ok he was still out ‘mingling and networking’ at 4am~ despite the fact that it had been a rather special night for the couple… an anniversary of sorts almost… it was the first time they had made love, one year ago exact to this day and to commemorate Junsu had spent hours painstakingly decorating their shared bedroom with the lilies that Yoochun so adored.
Corny but the end result had been worth it, the room had been emptied out completely and left bare with just the bed (covers all white just as Yoochun liked) and every surface area decorated with the white flowers, some arranged in bouquets, some scattered in designed casualness.
At 3am Junsu had finally given up waiting and tiredly cleaned all evidence that pointed to his stupidity~ for believing that Yoochun would actually manage to make it ‘home’ at a relatively decent time for once. He hadn’t for the past 6 months so what had made him think tonight would be any different?
And so he’d spent another night alone in the bed, trying not to think of negative things or entertain the resentful thoughts that so easily reared their ugly heads, catching him off guard in the moment of vulnerability.
Well he’d done it again hadn’t he? He’d gone and planned a whole day with romantic, clichéd activities~ a picnic, candle lit dinner, leisurely drive… all in the belief that Yoochun would actually come through on his promise this time and that they really would be spending a day alone.
Junsu had spent the last 6 months patiently bearing with his boyfriend’s hectic schedule and flimsy excuses, without complaining once.
Even though this time was supposed to have been used for them all to rest and recuperate, Yoochun had immediately gone out and committed to a dozen projects without thinking to even discuss them with his boyfriend.
Junsu had just smiled in acceptance when informed of this by his clueless partner, congratulating him dutifully on the various ‘once in a lifetime’ projects Yoochun had managed to be assigned to.
Though he longed to point out to Yoochun that it had been he himself that had decreed that neither of them were to accept solo projects or anything too time consuming; stating “I want this time alone to be exclusive for just us… we need to spend some quality ‘couple’ time together without any disturbances”.
6 months later and here they were, Junsu stood to the sidelines observing his boyfriend preen and pose like the professional he was while the lecherous photographer took shot after shot of just naked skin, encouraging Yoochun with endless flattery and barely concealed flirtatious comments.
The shoot finally wrapped at 6pm and a relieved Junsu went across to accost his boyfriend before someone else could take him away for something else.
“Ready?” he asked, ignoring the flustered stylist who was trying to remove the layers of make up from Yoochun while trying to keep tabs on all the accessories that the man was still wearing.
Yoochun was notoriously known to be a little cheeky thief when it came to accessories on shoots. He would slyly leave with whatever item he took a liking to without even notifying any of the many assistants on hand, resulting in mayhem at the end of many shoots when missing items could not be accounted for.
Yoochun nodded but before either of the boys could make a move the manager burst through the dressing room door exclaiming that a very well known artist had personally requested for Yoochun to sing on their up coming album and an unofficial meeting had been organised for this evening for all the participating singers.
Junsu could only watch on as Yoochun was whisked away without a moment for either man to utter a single word.
Frustration coursed through his tense body as months of pent up emotions finally reached the surface. Seething with anger Junsu fled the building just in case he ended up causing some serious damage to the furniture scattered around.
The urge to plant a fist through the dressing room door had been too tempting and that just would not do~ Xiah Junsu from popular idol group DBSK couldn’t be seen displaying such violent, aggressive behaviour.
‘Angel Junsu’ as fans and media alike had dubbed him couldn’t be seen displaying such unrefined actions, it would spell uproar for his image and even more so for the band.
And so Junsu headed home, smiling politely for the waiting cameras outside of the studio and the many fans stood waiting for a glimpse of Yoochun but thrilled nonetheless to have sighted Junsu instead.
There was a voicemail beeping for attention when he arrived at the apartment~ Yoochun… apologising for the abrupt departure and promising to make it up to Junsu tonight for the ruined day.
Junsu smiled humourlessly at the answering machine, another promise made to be broken by his super star boyfriend but for once Junsu resented being the ever cooperative and understanding partner.
Taken for granted at every turn and expected to always display his easy going disposition and angelic demeanour by accepting these things with a sweet smile.
But not anymore he decided, it was more than high time to remind his ‘boyfriend’ who relied on whom exactly~ his easy going nature was always mistaken for compliance but Yoochun was more than aware of what was hidden by the innocent façade Junsu had been pigeonholed into. The tightly wound boy had finally reached snapping point and Yoochun would have to bear the repercussions tonight.
With a determined look Junsu headed into their bedroom to wait for his boyfriend to arrive home.
“Junsu?”
“Baby I’m home…”
Yoochun’s voice echoed through the dark apartment, his footsteps sounding too loud and eerie to his ears as he walked on the laminated floor, looking around the apartment for his boyfriend before heading for the bedroom calling out Junsu’s name as he walked in.
“Nice of you to finally grace your poor boyfriend with your presence…” Junsu drawled in a bored voice, sarcasm dripping from every word as he switched off the TV and looked at Yoochun from his spot on the bed.
He had been lying on top of the covers, resting his head against the headboard watching an old concert tape of theirs.
Dressed in some lounging around casual pants that were resting dangerously low on his hip and a white wife beater that showed off his toned arms to perfection he exuded sex but Yoochun picked up on the under current that was almost tangible~ something was different here… Junsu looked far too relaxed but his posture was rigid on the bed. His casual pose hid an underlying aura of something dangerous and Yoochun almost shivered at the waves he could feel emanating from the usually sweet and charming boy.
“Junsu...” he approached the bed gingerly, taking care not to be too rash in his actions…Yoochun was more than acquainted with this side of Junsu that nobody else got to see, that even Yoochun rarely came face to face with. The few times he had experienced Junsu in this mood had left their mark on him in ways no one knew.
The hard glint in his boyfriend’s eyes was unmistakeable now and Yoochun physically cowered from the strength of the unwavering gaze that was trained on his body right now, trembling in anticipation and a mixed feeling of excitement and fear.
Junsu; when he was like this was dangerous but the masochist in Yoochun loved to goad the tightly wound boy until he snapped.
Taking out and exhausting his hidden strength and desire all on Yoochun’s body until he was spent and had no more left and Yoochun’s poor body could withstand no more.
“Need something Yoochun?”
Junsu was lying languidly on the bed now, feigning a bored manner as he focused his eyes on Yoochun, staring at the older man through sleepy, hooded lids that belied the fire that was positively raging within him.
He was close to breaking point~ he could sense it and evidently so could Yoochun.
He watched as the older man bit his lip nervously, fidgeting with the bracelet on his wrist waiting for Junsu to say or do something.
“I’m sorry Su-ah…”
And that did the trick
The innocently murmured endearment knocked Junsu off the edge and a split second later Yoochun found himself slammed onto the bedroom wall, the breath knocked out of him by the sheer force he was thrown against the hard surface.
Panting in fear he groaned at the impact, unable to say anything when his eyes met the blazing dark orbs of his boyfriend.
He watched Junsu clench his jaw as if fighting to control himself before his lips were ravaged in a savage kiss that left him raw and bleeding.
“Enough Yoochun-sshi?”
Junsu leaned in to lick the thin droplet of blood that had appeared on Yoochun’s lower lip, and then claimed his mouth again forcing his tongue inside Yoochun’s mouth so the metallic taste of his own blood, coupled with Junsu’s saliva and anger filled his senses.
“Mmmffmm”~ he struggled against the onslaught of harsh kisses that were abusing his mouth with Junsu’s hand gripping his chin in place so he couldn’t move around too much whilst the youngest demonstrated his sheer strength.
Yoochun was pinned helplessly against the cold wall unable to move with Junsu working his hand down Yoochun’s trousers before he was cupped and groped callously by nimble fingers that knew from experience just how much pressure to apply and where for Yoochun to become hard.
And then just as suddenly he was free from the hold, Junsu stepped back and watched as Yoochun flopped to the floor unceremoniously fighting to catch his breath.
“Get up”
He ordered the shaking man, speaking in curt monotones that left no room for argument.
Yoochun stood on shaky legs that felt like they would give away at any given moment and waited, holding his breath
“Strip”
Wide eyes looked up at Junsu in panic, reluctant to disobey but frantic at the thought of how far this would go
A raised eyebrow was all it took for Yoochun to cower into submission, unsteady hands working clumsily to remove his clothing until he was stood naked before the volcano that was his boyfriend~ with lethal simmering emotions that were waiting to erupt.
He walked slowly to the bed as Junsu indicated, climbing on top of the covers and then lay completely still like a robot, waiting…
“You’ve spent all day pleasing every one else Yoochun… my time now hmm?”
Junsu smiled lazily at Yoochun but not a hint of humour or affection was in sight.
Pairing: Yoosu
Genre: Hardcore smut
Length: Oneshot (uncompleted) Part 1
Rating: Nc-17
Summary: Wherein Yoochun takes Junsu for granted until Junsu loses his patience and reminds Yoochun of what's important...(basically smut for the sake of hardcore smut with Seme Su)
A/N: Not checked through, written after (ohgodwthareyoucalledonljnowdude?!) was talking about hardcore Junsu smut.
Junsu watched the scene in front of him with an indulgent smile. His boyfriend was in the midst of yet another photo shoot; endorsing some new label sneakers having just finished endorsing boxer shorts for the rival company.
He had failed to see what Yoochun’s naked upper torso had to do with the sneakers he was supposedly advertising but wisely chose not to comment lest the photographer decided to go for yet another concept change.
He had already lost 5 hours from what was supposed to have been a day reserved for just him; Yoochun had felt guilty for the weeks of neglect and decided (very magnanimously he felt) to spend one whole day dedicated to his adorable boyfriend; declaring that he would work extra hard in order to free up this one day for just Junsu.
Junsu had nodded placidly at the time, reassuring Yoochun that it was ok he was still out ‘mingling and networking’ at 4am~ despite the fact that it had been a rather special night for the couple… an anniversary of sorts almost… it was the first time they had made love, one year ago exact to this day and to commemorate Junsu had spent hours painstakingly decorating their shared bedroom with the lilies that Yoochun so adored.
Corny but the end result had been worth it, the room had been emptied out completely and left bare with just the bed (covers all white just as Yoochun liked) and every surface area decorated with the white flowers, some arranged in bouquets, some scattered in designed casualness.
At 3am Junsu had finally given up waiting and tiredly cleaned all evidence that pointed to his stupidity~ for believing that Yoochun would actually manage to make it ‘home’ at a relatively decent time for once. He hadn’t for the past 6 months so what had made him think tonight would be any different?
And so he’d spent another night alone in the bed, trying not to think of negative things or entertain the resentful thoughts that so easily reared their ugly heads, catching him off guard in the moment of vulnerability.
Well he’d done it again hadn’t he? He’d gone and planned a whole day with romantic, clichéd activities~ a picnic, candle lit dinner, leisurely drive… all in the belief that Yoochun would actually come through on his promise this time and that they really would be spending a day alone.
Junsu had spent the last 6 months patiently bearing with his boyfriend’s hectic schedule and flimsy excuses, without complaining once.
Even though this time was supposed to have been used for them all to rest and recuperate, Yoochun had immediately gone out and committed to a dozen projects without thinking to even discuss them with his boyfriend.
Junsu had just smiled in acceptance when informed of this by his clueless partner, congratulating him dutifully on the various ‘once in a lifetime’ projects Yoochun had managed to be assigned to.
Though he longed to point out to Yoochun that it had been he himself that had decreed that neither of them were to accept solo projects or anything too time consuming; stating “I want this time alone to be exclusive for just us… we need to spend some quality ‘couple’ time together without any disturbances”.
6 months later and here they were, Junsu stood to the sidelines observing his boyfriend preen and pose like the professional he was while the lecherous photographer took shot after shot of just naked skin, encouraging Yoochun with endless flattery and barely concealed flirtatious comments.
The shoot finally wrapped at 6pm and a relieved Junsu went across to accost his boyfriend before someone else could take him away for something else.
“Ready?” he asked, ignoring the flustered stylist who was trying to remove the layers of make up from Yoochun while trying to keep tabs on all the accessories that the man was still wearing.
Yoochun was notoriously known to be a little cheeky thief when it came to accessories on shoots. He would slyly leave with whatever item he took a liking to without even notifying any of the many assistants on hand, resulting in mayhem at the end of many shoots when missing items could not be accounted for.
Yoochun nodded but before either of the boys could make a move the manager burst through the dressing room door exclaiming that a very well known artist had personally requested for Yoochun to sing on their up coming album and an unofficial meeting had been organised for this evening for all the participating singers.
Junsu could only watch on as Yoochun was whisked away without a moment for either man to utter a single word.
Frustration coursed through his tense body as months of pent up emotions finally reached the surface. Seething with anger Junsu fled the building just in case he ended up causing some serious damage to the furniture scattered around.
The urge to plant a fist through the dressing room door had been too tempting and that just would not do~ Xiah Junsu from popular idol group DBSK couldn’t be seen displaying such violent, aggressive behaviour.
‘Angel Junsu’ as fans and media alike had dubbed him couldn’t be seen displaying such unrefined actions, it would spell uproar for his image and even more so for the band.
And so Junsu headed home, smiling politely for the waiting cameras outside of the studio and the many fans stood waiting for a glimpse of Yoochun but thrilled nonetheless to have sighted Junsu instead.
There was a voicemail beeping for attention when he arrived at the apartment~ Yoochun… apologising for the abrupt departure and promising to make it up to Junsu tonight for the ruined day.
Junsu smiled humourlessly at the answering machine, another promise made to be broken by his super star boyfriend but for once Junsu resented being the ever cooperative and understanding partner.
Taken for granted at every turn and expected to always display his easy going disposition and angelic demeanour by accepting these things with a sweet smile.
But not anymore he decided, it was more than high time to remind his ‘boyfriend’ who relied on whom exactly~ his easy going nature was always mistaken for compliance but Yoochun was more than aware of what was hidden by the innocent façade Junsu had been pigeonholed into. The tightly wound boy had finally reached snapping point and Yoochun would have to bear the repercussions tonight.
With a determined look Junsu headed into their bedroom to wait for his boyfriend to arrive home.
“Junsu?”
“Baby I’m home…”
Yoochun’s voice echoed through the dark apartment, his footsteps sounding too loud and eerie to his ears as he walked on the laminated floor, looking around the apartment for his boyfriend before heading for the bedroom calling out Junsu’s name as he walked in.
“Nice of you to finally grace your poor boyfriend with your presence…” Junsu drawled in a bored voice, sarcasm dripping from every word as he switched off the TV and looked at Yoochun from his spot on the bed.
He had been lying on top of the covers, resting his head against the headboard watching an old concert tape of theirs.
Dressed in some lounging around casual pants that were resting dangerously low on his hip and a white wife beater that showed off his toned arms to perfection he exuded sex but Yoochun picked up on the under current that was almost tangible~ something was different here… Junsu looked far too relaxed but his posture was rigid on the bed. His casual pose hid an underlying aura of something dangerous and Yoochun almost shivered at the waves he could feel emanating from the usually sweet and charming boy.
“Junsu...” he approached the bed gingerly, taking care not to be too rash in his actions…Yoochun was more than acquainted with this side of Junsu that nobody else got to see, that even Yoochun rarely came face to face with. The few times he had experienced Junsu in this mood had left their mark on him in ways no one knew.
The hard glint in his boyfriend’s eyes was unmistakeable now and Yoochun physically cowered from the strength of the unwavering gaze that was trained on his body right now, trembling in anticipation and a mixed feeling of excitement and fear.
Junsu; when he was like this was dangerous but the masochist in Yoochun loved to goad the tightly wound boy until he snapped.
Taking out and exhausting his hidden strength and desire all on Yoochun’s body until he was spent and had no more left and Yoochun’s poor body could withstand no more.
“Need something Yoochun?”
Junsu was lying languidly on the bed now, feigning a bored manner as he focused his eyes on Yoochun, staring at the older man through sleepy, hooded lids that belied the fire that was positively raging within him.
He was close to breaking point~ he could sense it and evidently so could Yoochun.
He watched as the older man bit his lip nervously, fidgeting with the bracelet on his wrist waiting for Junsu to say or do something.
“I’m sorry Su-ah…”
And that did the trick
The innocently murmured endearment knocked Junsu off the edge and a split second later Yoochun found himself slammed onto the bedroom wall, the breath knocked out of him by the sheer force he was thrown against the hard surface.
Panting in fear he groaned at the impact, unable to say anything when his eyes met the blazing dark orbs of his boyfriend.
He watched Junsu clench his jaw as if fighting to control himself before his lips were ravaged in a savage kiss that left him raw and bleeding.
“Enough Yoochun-sshi?”
Junsu leaned in to lick the thin droplet of blood that had appeared on Yoochun’s lower lip, and then claimed his mouth again forcing his tongue inside Yoochun’s mouth so the metallic taste of his own blood, coupled with Junsu’s saliva and anger filled his senses.
“Mmmffmm”~ he struggled against the onslaught of harsh kisses that were abusing his mouth with Junsu’s hand gripping his chin in place so he couldn’t move around too much whilst the youngest demonstrated his sheer strength.
Yoochun was pinned helplessly against the cold wall unable to move with Junsu working his hand down Yoochun’s trousers before he was cupped and groped callously by nimble fingers that knew from experience just how much pressure to apply and where for Yoochun to become hard.
And then just as suddenly he was free from the hold, Junsu stepped back and watched as Yoochun flopped to the floor unceremoniously fighting to catch his breath.
“Get up”
He ordered the shaking man, speaking in curt monotones that left no room for argument.
Yoochun stood on shaky legs that felt like they would give away at any given moment and waited, holding his breath
“Strip”
Wide eyes looked up at Junsu in panic, reluctant to disobey but frantic at the thought of how far this would go
A raised eyebrow was all it took for Yoochun to cower into submission, unsteady hands working clumsily to remove his clothing until he was stood naked before the volcano that was his boyfriend~ with lethal simmering emotions that were waiting to erupt.
He walked slowly to the bed as Junsu indicated, climbing on top of the covers and then lay completely still like a robot, waiting…
“You’ve spent all day pleasing every one else Yoochun… my time now hmm?”
Junsu smiled lazily at Yoochun but not a hint of humour or affection was in sight.