Mine
Title: Mine
Author: Ink_River10 (Originally posted under my other LJ, anatketani)
Pairing: KyuMin
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Genre: Drabble crack!fic but a little….dark
Disclaimer: I don’t own Super Junior, I just amuse myself with them in my head
Summary: Sungmin thinks Kyuhyun is his, but there is another who claims the same….
A/N: I’m reposting this to my LJ from the old one. Fabulously fake internet brownies to the first one who guesses what this is. :)
He’s mine. It took a long time to entice him, to wrap him up in invisible ties so tightly that he cannot get away. But now, he is mine, unable to resist me. I love how his hands caress me, how fast, how cunning his fingers are. The other one scowls, his hatred for me is obvious. But I am the one he returns to, time and time again. Even if he leaves to go touch the other one, even he whispers pretty words to him, even if their laughter and pleasured sighs permeate my shell and make me shake with jealousy...he always comes back to me. The other one knows. The other one tries to break me, to hide me, but in the end, I always win. My lover’s hands always hold me, even in the dark, when the other is asleep. I envelop him, I excite him. The thrill of victory is the drug I give him, and he is addicted. Even in the dark, when I am alone and he is asleep with the other, I am here.........waiting.
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Author: Ink_River10 (Originally posted under my other LJ, anatketani)
Pairing: KyuMin
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Genre: Drabble crack!fic but a little….dark
Disclaimer: I don’t own Super Junior, I just amuse myself with them in my head
Summary: Sungmin thinks Kyuhyun is his, but there is another who claims the same….
A/N: I’m reposting this to my LJ from the old one. Fabulously fake internet brownies to the first one who guesses what this is. :)
He’s mine. It took a long time to entice him, to wrap him up in invisible ties so tightly that he cannot get away. But now, he is mine, unable to resist me. I love how his hands caress me, how fast, how cunning his fingers are. The other one scowls, his hatred for me is obvious. But I am the one he returns to, time and time again. Even if he leaves to go touch the other one, even he whispers pretty words to him, even if their laughter and pleasured sighs permeate my shell and make me shake with jealousy...he always comes back to me. The other one knows. The other one tries to break me, to hide me, but in the end, I always win. My lover’s hands always hold me, even in the dark, when the other is asleep. I envelop him, I excite him. The thrill of victory is the drug I give him, and he is addicted. Even in the dark, when I am alone and he is asleep with the other, I am here.........waiting.
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