Constipation Blues
Title: Constipation Blues
Status: Complete
Rating: PG-13
Length: One-shot
Genre: Romance, Fluff, Comedy
Pairing(s): YooSu
Summary: Junsu is constipated but Yoochun's there to make it all better.
A/N: Please re-read the title, you've been warned. Also there's a smidgen of smut down there. Way down.
constipation blues
The bathroom door opens, revealing a not very cheerful Junsu. He passes through, barely lifting his feet and just shuffles along the floor. Junsu isn’t usually gloomy.
He sighs all the way to the couch and sits, immediately sinking into his leather couch.
He wishes he didn’t send his cats away to his mother’s so that he could be distracted from his problem. He sighs and falls on the couch, face flat and then murmurs, “How am I gonna tell Yoochun?” in a whining tone.
No, Kim Junsu isn’t pregnant.
But he feels like it.
His stomach hurts. He feels like he wants to push but he can’t because it hurt even more.
Junsu imagines that’s how it feels like during pregnancy and when he’s in the bathroom (like just a few seconds ago) it’s even worse; he’s sure that’s how it’s like being in labor.
More than once has Junsu has thought about how nice it would be if he or Yoochun could bear children. Then they could have their own kids and have a happy family.
Now that he looks back, Junsu realizes he was being stupid because he completely missed the whole pregnancy part of having children. The nine months of agony before the child rips through its mother's body and into the world.
Nope.
Boy, is he glad to be a boy.
Yeah, having children is fun and totally life changing and Junsu would love to have kids with Yoochun. It’d be wonderful having little greasy duck butts running around but now that Junsu has experienced how it’s like to be a pregnant woman, adoption sounds more than perfect to him.
Junsu now has more respect for all the women who have went through pregnancy, because without them we would all be extinct by now. There wouldn’t be kids to adopt either.
He also realizes he loves his mom more than ever now because she had twins.
Groaning, Junsu sits up and covers his face with his palms, leaning back against his couch and hopes Yoochun comes home soon. So he can be babied, nurtured, given Yoochun’s special TLC and Junsu loves it when Yoochun has his undivided attention on him.
As if on cue, Junsu’s door knob twists open and Yoochun arrives with a smile, “Junsu-yah~ I’m home~” He sings, slipping his shoes off by the door as he lets go of the door and lets it shut itself.
Junsu waves all the way from the couch.
“Ah, there’s my baby,” Yoochun smiles wider and makes his way over to his lover.
“Hi,” Junsu greets him, managing to smile although he still feels uncomfortably clogged.
Yoochun replies with a soft kiss on the lips then he decides one kiss isn’t enough so he kisses him two more times.
Extra kisses makes Junsu feel better.
“How was your day?” Yoochun asks, his face relatively very close to Junsu’s face still.
Junsu shrugs a shoulder, “Eh...” He sighs and it’s enough for Yoochun to know his day hasn’t gone well.
“What happened?” Yoochun frowns, pulling Junsu closer and kisses him again then plants a few kisses down his jaw and neck. “Anywhere I can kiss better?”
Junsu makes a face, “I...don’t think that’s the best idea...”
Yoochun cocks an eyebrow, “Why? Are you sick? Are you hurt?” Yoochun’s eyebrows scrunch together. “Junsu, talk to me.” He’s getting nervous.
The younger lad sighs, pouting softly and says, “I feel pregnant.”
“You’re pregnant?” Yoochun looks confused.
“No,” Junsu sighs again, “I feel pregnant,” He looks at Yoochun, pouting even more.
Yoochun blinks, “So...you feel pregnant?” He’s not really sure what that’s supposed to mean. “Do you feel nauseated?”
Junsu shakes his head, “No. Actually, I don’t feel pregnant as in I’m pregnant,” he clears the confusion. “I feel like I’m in labor.”
Yoochun looks even more bewildered, “You’re in labor?”
Junsu sighs, kinda getting frustrated that his boyfriend couldn’t understand his similes. “Feel, Chunnie. Feel.”
“Um, okay.” Yoochun scratches his cheek as he tries to decipher Junsu’s way with words. “You feel like you’re in labor,” He looks at Junsu for confirmation. Junsu nods. Yoochun narrows his eyes, trying to understand the possible meaning behind that.
When Junsu winces and holds his stomach then presses himself against Yoochun’s sides with his face buried against his neck, Yoochun’s able to connect the dots and come to conclusion of what the picture is: Junsu is constipated.
Which means no sex until he feels better.
He wanted to get it on later tonight too...
Yoochun frowns about that and then pouts because his lover’s under a lot of pain and misery.
“Oh, baby,” Yoochun sighs and wraps an arm around his lover, pressing a kiss to the side of his head. “Since when?”
“Since this morning,” Junsu murmurs against his skin and nuzzles. “I’ve been feeling like a clogged toilet all day,” Junsu says and rests his head on Yoochun’s shoulder, pouting.
Yoochun secretly smiles at Junsu’s simile but doesn’t laugh although he wants to, the other might take it the wrong way.
“I’ll make it all better,” Yoochun kisses his temple, “I’ll go get you medicine, just wait a second.”
Quickly, Junsu wraps his arms around Yoochun’s waist and keeps him there, “Noooo.” He whines, shaking his head, “I want to cuddle.”
“But you’re constipated.”
“I know,” Junsu sighs.
“So let me get you medicine.”
“But I’m so comfortable,” Junsu says in a lighter tone.
“You can’t sleep off constipation, Junsu.”
A huff, “You just want my ass tonight, don’t you?” He shoots Yoochun up a look.
“W-what?” Yoochun scoffs, “I’m trying to make you feel better as soon as possible because I don’t like it when you’re suffering.”
Junsu narrows his eyes, “You’re trying to make me feel better so you can have your way with me later!”
“Aish, Junsu,” He looks at the other sternly, “Let go so I can get you your medicine or I’m not going to help you at all.”
The threat makes Junsu pout and let go, “Meanie” He whispers as he leans back against the couch and curls up into a ball.
Yoochun sighs, shaking his head. “You say you feel pregnant... when you’re acting like you’re PMSing.”
“I heard that!”
Yoochun purses his lips and rushes to the medicine cabinet.
--
“Do you feel better?” Yoochun asks, threading his fingers through Junsu’s hair and his patient gives him a relaxed “Mhm.”
A few hours have passed since Yoochun came home.
He’d given Junsu medicine,
“Don’t we have ones in liquid form?” Junsu pouts, being extra childish.
Yoochun sighs, “No, we don’t. Now drink,” He gives Junsu a pill and a glass of water to wash it down.
Junsu takes the medicine and drinks all of the water.
“That wasn’t that bad, now. Was it?” Yoochun smiles, bending down to give Junsu a kiss on the lips but Junsu turns his face so Yoochun’s lips land on Junsu’s cheek.
“I wanted it to taste like bubble gum,” Junsu mumbles, pouting.
made them a light dinner (ramen, because having lots of liquids helps during constipation),
“But I want meat,” Junsu frowns as he looks at his bowl of ramen. “Yoochun, microwave me some left-over meat,” He pouts up at the man in charge. “Pleeeeaseeee?”
“No,” Yoochun replies coldheartedly and sits down so he can eat.
Junsu hangs his head in depression.
Yoochun could see his pouting face but he waits a few more seconds to see if Junsu would do anything else to make his heart cringe.
And he does by sighing as if all the happiness in the world has gone away.
Yoochun inhales deeply and gets up again, “Pork or chicken?”
Junsu lifts his head, a bright, wide smile displaying on his face, “Chicken please~”
a warm bubble bath,
Junsu leans his neck against the tub, breathing deeply and feels much more relaxed.
Yoochun smiles at the sight of it and sits on the covered toilet seat, “Don’t feel too relaxed or you might find out you’re not constipated anymore.”
Junsu whines and tells Yoochun to shut up because he’s ruining the mood.
Yoochun laughs and gets out of his seat to kiss him because he’s too cute even when he’s crabby and constipated.
and now they’re in the couch, watching some drama.
Yoochun had wanted to watch an English movie that was being aired but Junsu said he didn’t want his brain to be constipated too. Yoochun rolled his eyes and moved onto another channel.
They eventually decided on watching this drama.
Junsu seems pretty into it although he’s becoming sleepy, gasping when exciting parts happened, asking Yoochun questions about what’s happening when Yoochun doesn’t have a clue because he’s been watching Junsu.
“Sleepy yet, babe?” Yoochun caresses Junsu’s cheek, brushing back some of his hair that gets in his face.
His lover replies with a lazy groan, turning himself around and presses his face against Yoochun’s clothed stomach.
Yoochun chuckles, ruffling Junsu’s hair. “Want to go to bed?”
Junsu nods, then lefts Yoochun’s shirt up and plants a kiss on his tummy. “You’re so good to me,” He looks up at Yoochun, smiling sleepily and puckers his lips for a kiss.
A smile creeps on Yoochun’s face as he leans down to kiss Junsu. “You’re so adorable I don’t know what to do with myself sometimes,” He brushes his nose against Junsu’s cheek. “I love you.”
That makes Junsu grin, “I love you too. Now take me away!” He sits and pulls himself up on Yoochun’s lap then wraps his arm around his neck. “My greasy nurse,” He gives Yoochun an eskimo kiss.
And all Yoochun could do was oblige like always.
He carries Junsu to bed and tucks him in loosely, “I’ll make you some tea, don’t doze off!” The nurse warns his patient before leaving their bedroom.
Junsu leans against their fluffy pillows and waits with folded fingers, humming because even though he feels like a blocked drain, Yoochun’s treatments are just what he needs to forget about the fact that he feels like a blocked drain.
After a few minutes, Yoochun comes back with a mug of tea. “Are you still awake?”
“Yes~” Junsu replies happily, somewhat sleepy though as he reaches for the mug that’s offered to him.
Meanwhile Yoochun carefully climbs into bed with him, sighing in relief when he relaxes against their fluffy pillows. “Ah...our fluffy pillows are the best,” He muses.
Junsu nods in agreement as he sips on his tea.
When he finishes, he puts the mug on his night side table and they situate themselves for sleep time.
“Erm,” Junsu shifts, “Chunnie, I feel uncomfortable being the little spoon,” He turns and pouts.
“Okay,” Yoochun kisses the tip of his nose and turns around. He likes being the little spoon every once in awhile. He smiles, putting a hand over Junsu’s and closes his eyes.
It feels like only a few seconds after when Junsu shakes Yoochun awake.
“Nnghh...” Yoochun groans, half awake.
“Chunnie,” Junsu grips on his sleeve, “I-- I need you.”
The tone of his voice wakes Yoochun up; it sounds like he needs a release. A sexual release. Yoochun smirks.
“I need to go to the bathroom.”
The smirk goes away.
But he’s still a good boyfriend so he gets up even though the warm bed is practically coaxing him to stay. He goes inside of the bathroom with Junsu and leans against the sink as Junsu pulls his pj’s and underwear before sitting down on the toilet.
Junsu makes a lot of groans and moans and just when Yoochun gets turned on, he gets turned off by the nasty noises of taking a dump. Also the smell. Oh the smell.
“Hnngh,” Junsu hugs his stomach and closes his eyes, “Chunnie...my tummy hurts,” he whimpers.
Yoochun stands beside him and rubs his back, “Just breath and push, baby. Just breath,” He inhales and exhales deeply, “And push. You can do this.”
Junsu nods, some beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he takes Yoochun’s advice and practices it.
“Ah!” Junsu hitches a breath and holds on tighter, “Yoochun...it hurts,” Junsu cries softly. He bites his lower lip and tilts his head back, closing his eyes as he focuses on pushing and getting his mind off of the pain.
Yoochun gulps and wonders if he’s not suppose to get turned on by that. “Uh-- you can do it, babe. You’re almost there,” he continues his caresses.
Junsu grunts and pushes and pushes and pushes, then there’s a very long fart at the end that leaves him heaving.
It was a good delivery.
“You okay now?” Yoochun wipes Junsu’s sweat away.
Junsu nods, gulping. “That was the most intense crap I’ve ever taken.”
Yoochun laughs and kisses his cheek, “Go wash up. It stinks in here!” He stands up straight and makes way straight to the bed, flopping on the soft mattress and almost immediately knocks out.
When he wakes up in the morning, he wakes up to something wet moving lower and lower his body. Then grunts when it gets to his growing member.
“Morning~” He hears Junsu’s cheerful, mischievous morning voice and then a lick.
He shivers and opens his eyes, seeing one of the most errotic things he’s seen all week and moans.
They’re both naked and Junsu’s straddling him.
Junsu leans down for a kiss, “Now, I’m gonna be your nurse,” he smiles playfully and tugs on Yoochun’s shaft. “There seems to be the matter in this area. It keeps twitching,” He tilts his head with a sigh as if it’s a problem he doesn’t know the solution to.
“I’m going to have to examine it very closely.”
Yoochun groans and tilts his head back, “If you must, my sexy nurse.”
“Okay~” Junsu giggles and gets right down onto examining.
And this is why Yoochun loves to baby, nurture, and give his lover tender love and care; Junsu returns it through kisses, moans, squeezes, and loving.
“Ah-- wait!” Yoochun looks up at him, stopping all Junsu’s movements although he’s aching for them. “Did you.... clean?” He raises an eyebrow.
Junsu gives him a look and sighs, “Of course I did, I’m--” Then they both hear Junsu’s stomach churn. “Uh-oh.”
Yoochun widens his eyes.
Junsu quickly hurries to the bathroom.
And Yoochun sits up, staring at the closed bathroom and finds himself laughing. Yeah, that’s his Junsu.
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A/N:Umm...yeah, I don't know where that came from (I didn't know how to end it either, heh) but I felt like I haven't written a Yoosu in a long time. I...don't think I've ever read a fic about constipation.... yay for originality?
Status: Complete
Rating: PG-13
Length: One-shot
Genre: Romance, Fluff, Comedy
Pairing(s): YooSu
Summary: Junsu is constipated but Yoochun's there to make it all better.
A/N: Please re-read the title, you've been warned. Also there's a smidgen of smut down there. Way down.
constipation blues
The bathroom door opens, revealing a not very cheerful Junsu. He passes through, barely lifting his feet and just shuffles along the floor. Junsu isn’t usually gloomy.
He sighs all the way to the couch and sits, immediately sinking into his leather couch.
He wishes he didn’t send his cats away to his mother’s so that he could be distracted from his problem. He sighs and falls on the couch, face flat and then murmurs, “How am I gonna tell Yoochun?” in a whining tone.
No, Kim Junsu isn’t pregnant.
But he feels like it.
His stomach hurts. He feels like he wants to push but he can’t because it hurt even more.
Junsu imagines that’s how it feels like during pregnancy and when he’s in the bathroom (like just a few seconds ago) it’s even worse; he’s sure that’s how it’s like being in labor.
More than once has Junsu has thought about how nice it would be if he or Yoochun could bear children. Then they could have their own kids and have a happy family.
Now that he looks back, Junsu realizes he was being stupid because he completely missed the whole pregnancy part of having children. The nine months of agony before the child rips through its mother's body and into the world.
Nope.
Boy, is he glad to be a boy.
Yeah, having children is fun and totally life changing and Junsu would love to have kids with Yoochun. It’d be wonderful having little greasy duck butts running around but now that Junsu has experienced how it’s like to be a pregnant woman, adoption sounds more than perfect to him.
Junsu now has more respect for all the women who have went through pregnancy, because without them we would all be extinct by now. There wouldn’t be kids to adopt either.
He also realizes he loves his mom more than ever now because she had twins.
Groaning, Junsu sits up and covers his face with his palms, leaning back against his couch and hopes Yoochun comes home soon. So he can be babied, nurtured, given Yoochun’s special TLC and Junsu loves it when Yoochun has his undivided attention on him.
As if on cue, Junsu’s door knob twists open and Yoochun arrives with a smile, “Junsu-yah~ I’m home~” He sings, slipping his shoes off by the door as he lets go of the door and lets it shut itself.
Junsu waves all the way from the couch.
“Ah, there’s my baby,” Yoochun smiles wider and makes his way over to his lover.
“Hi,” Junsu greets him, managing to smile although he still feels uncomfortably clogged.
Yoochun replies with a soft kiss on the lips then he decides one kiss isn’t enough so he kisses him two more times.
Extra kisses makes Junsu feel better.
“How was your day?” Yoochun asks, his face relatively very close to Junsu’s face still.
Junsu shrugs a shoulder, “Eh...” He sighs and it’s enough for Yoochun to know his day hasn’t gone well.
“What happened?” Yoochun frowns, pulling Junsu closer and kisses him again then plants a few kisses down his jaw and neck. “Anywhere I can kiss better?”
Junsu makes a face, “I...don’t think that’s the best idea...”
Yoochun cocks an eyebrow, “Why? Are you sick? Are you hurt?” Yoochun’s eyebrows scrunch together. “Junsu, talk to me.” He’s getting nervous.
The younger lad sighs, pouting softly and says, “I feel pregnant.”
“You’re pregnant?” Yoochun looks confused.
“No,” Junsu sighs again, “I feel pregnant,” He looks at Yoochun, pouting even more.
Yoochun blinks, “So...you feel pregnant?” He’s not really sure what that’s supposed to mean. “Do you feel nauseated?”
Junsu shakes his head, “No. Actually, I don’t feel pregnant as in I’m pregnant,” he clears the confusion. “I feel like I’m in labor.”
Yoochun looks even more bewildered, “You’re in labor?”
Junsu sighs, kinda getting frustrated that his boyfriend couldn’t understand his similes. “Feel, Chunnie. Feel.”
“Um, okay.” Yoochun scratches his cheek as he tries to decipher Junsu’s way with words. “You feel like you’re in labor,” He looks at Junsu for confirmation. Junsu nods. Yoochun narrows his eyes, trying to understand the possible meaning behind that.
When Junsu winces and holds his stomach then presses himself against Yoochun’s sides with his face buried against his neck, Yoochun’s able to connect the dots and come to conclusion of what the picture is: Junsu is constipated.
Which means no sex until he feels better.
He wanted to get it on later tonight too...
Yoochun frowns about that and then pouts because his lover’s under a lot of pain and misery.
“Oh, baby,” Yoochun sighs and wraps an arm around his lover, pressing a kiss to the side of his head. “Since when?”
“Since this morning,” Junsu murmurs against his skin and nuzzles. “I’ve been feeling like a clogged toilet all day,” Junsu says and rests his head on Yoochun’s shoulder, pouting.
Yoochun secretly smiles at Junsu’s simile but doesn’t laugh although he wants to, the other might take it the wrong way.
“I’ll make it all better,” Yoochun kisses his temple, “I’ll go get you medicine, just wait a second.”
Quickly, Junsu wraps his arms around Yoochun’s waist and keeps him there, “Noooo.” He whines, shaking his head, “I want to cuddle.”
“But you’re constipated.”
“I know,” Junsu sighs.
“So let me get you medicine.”
“But I’m so comfortable,” Junsu says in a lighter tone.
“You can’t sleep off constipation, Junsu.”
A huff, “You just want my ass tonight, don’t you?” He shoots Yoochun up a look.
“W-what?” Yoochun scoffs, “I’m trying to make you feel better as soon as possible because I don’t like it when you’re suffering.”
Junsu narrows his eyes, “You’re trying to make me feel better so you can have your way with me later!”
“Aish, Junsu,” He looks at the other sternly, “Let go so I can get you your medicine or I’m not going to help you at all.”
The threat makes Junsu pout and let go, “Meanie” He whispers as he leans back against the couch and curls up into a ball.
Yoochun sighs, shaking his head. “You say you feel pregnant... when you’re acting like you’re PMSing.”
“I heard that!”
Yoochun purses his lips and rushes to the medicine cabinet.
--
“Do you feel better?” Yoochun asks, threading his fingers through Junsu’s hair and his patient gives him a relaxed “Mhm.”
A few hours have passed since Yoochun came home.
He’d given Junsu medicine,
“Don’t we have ones in liquid form?” Junsu pouts, being extra childish.
Yoochun sighs, “No, we don’t. Now drink,” He gives Junsu a pill and a glass of water to wash it down.
Junsu takes the medicine and drinks all of the water.
“That wasn’t that bad, now. Was it?” Yoochun smiles, bending down to give Junsu a kiss on the lips but Junsu turns his face so Yoochun’s lips land on Junsu’s cheek.
“I wanted it to taste like bubble gum,” Junsu mumbles, pouting.
made them a light dinner (ramen, because having lots of liquids helps during constipation),
“But I want meat,” Junsu frowns as he looks at his bowl of ramen. “Yoochun, microwave me some left-over meat,” He pouts up at the man in charge. “Pleeeeaseeee?”
“No,” Yoochun replies coldheartedly and sits down so he can eat.
Junsu hangs his head in depression.
Yoochun could see his pouting face but he waits a few more seconds to see if Junsu would do anything else to make his heart cringe.
And he does by sighing as if all the happiness in the world has gone away.
Yoochun inhales deeply and gets up again, “Pork or chicken?”
Junsu lifts his head, a bright, wide smile displaying on his face, “Chicken please~”
a warm bubble bath,
Junsu leans his neck against the tub, breathing deeply and feels much more relaxed.
Yoochun smiles at the sight of it and sits on the covered toilet seat, “Don’t feel too relaxed or you might find out you’re not constipated anymore.”
Junsu whines and tells Yoochun to shut up because he’s ruining the mood.
Yoochun laughs and gets out of his seat to kiss him because he’s too cute even when he’s crabby and constipated.
and now they’re in the couch, watching some drama.
Yoochun had wanted to watch an English movie that was being aired but Junsu said he didn’t want his brain to be constipated too. Yoochun rolled his eyes and moved onto another channel.
They eventually decided on watching this drama.
Junsu seems pretty into it although he’s becoming sleepy, gasping when exciting parts happened, asking Yoochun questions about what’s happening when Yoochun doesn’t have a clue because he’s been watching Junsu.
“Sleepy yet, babe?” Yoochun caresses Junsu’s cheek, brushing back some of his hair that gets in his face.
His lover replies with a lazy groan, turning himself around and presses his face against Yoochun’s clothed stomach.
Yoochun chuckles, ruffling Junsu’s hair. “Want to go to bed?”
Junsu nods, then lefts Yoochun’s shirt up and plants a kiss on his tummy. “You’re so good to me,” He looks up at Yoochun, smiling sleepily and puckers his lips for a kiss.
A smile creeps on Yoochun’s face as he leans down to kiss Junsu. “You’re so adorable I don’t know what to do with myself sometimes,” He brushes his nose against Junsu’s cheek. “I love you.”
That makes Junsu grin, “I love you too. Now take me away!” He sits and pulls himself up on Yoochun’s lap then wraps his arm around his neck. “My greasy nurse,” He gives Yoochun an eskimo kiss.
And all Yoochun could do was oblige like always.
He carries Junsu to bed and tucks him in loosely, “I’ll make you some tea, don’t doze off!” The nurse warns his patient before leaving their bedroom.
Junsu leans against their fluffy pillows and waits with folded fingers, humming because even though he feels like a blocked drain, Yoochun’s treatments are just what he needs to forget about the fact that he feels like a blocked drain.
After a few minutes, Yoochun comes back with a mug of tea. “Are you still awake?”
“Yes~” Junsu replies happily, somewhat sleepy though as he reaches for the mug that’s offered to him.
Meanwhile Yoochun carefully climbs into bed with him, sighing in relief when he relaxes against their fluffy pillows. “Ah...our fluffy pillows are the best,” He muses.
Junsu nods in agreement as he sips on his tea.
When he finishes, he puts the mug on his night side table and they situate themselves for sleep time.
“Erm,” Junsu shifts, “Chunnie, I feel uncomfortable being the little spoon,” He turns and pouts.
“Okay,” Yoochun kisses the tip of his nose and turns around. He likes being the little spoon every once in awhile. He smiles, putting a hand over Junsu’s and closes his eyes.
It feels like only a few seconds after when Junsu shakes Yoochun awake.
“Nnghh...” Yoochun groans, half awake.
“Chunnie,” Junsu grips on his sleeve, “I-- I need you.”
The tone of his voice wakes Yoochun up; it sounds like he needs a release. A sexual release. Yoochun smirks.
“I need to go to the bathroom.”
The smirk goes away.
But he’s still a good boyfriend so he gets up even though the warm bed is practically coaxing him to stay. He goes inside of the bathroom with Junsu and leans against the sink as Junsu pulls his pj’s and underwear before sitting down on the toilet.
Junsu makes a lot of groans and moans and just when Yoochun gets turned on, he gets turned off by the nasty noises of taking a dump. Also the smell. Oh the smell.
“Hnngh,” Junsu hugs his stomach and closes his eyes, “Chunnie...my tummy hurts,” he whimpers.
Yoochun stands beside him and rubs his back, “Just breath and push, baby. Just breath,” He inhales and exhales deeply, “And push. You can do this.”
Junsu nods, some beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he takes Yoochun’s advice and practices it.
“Ah!” Junsu hitches a breath and holds on tighter, “Yoochun...it hurts,” Junsu cries softly. He bites his lower lip and tilts his head back, closing his eyes as he focuses on pushing and getting his mind off of the pain.
Yoochun gulps and wonders if he’s not suppose to get turned on by that. “Uh-- you can do it, babe. You’re almost there,” he continues his caresses.
Junsu grunts and pushes and pushes and pushes, then there’s a very long fart at the end that leaves him heaving.
It was a good delivery.
“You okay now?” Yoochun wipes Junsu’s sweat away.
Junsu nods, gulping. “That was the most intense crap I’ve ever taken.”
Yoochun laughs and kisses his cheek, “Go wash up. It stinks in here!” He stands up straight and makes way straight to the bed, flopping on the soft mattress and almost immediately knocks out.
When he wakes up in the morning, he wakes up to something wet moving lower and lower his body. Then grunts when it gets to his growing member.
“Morning~” He hears Junsu’s cheerful, mischievous morning voice and then a lick.
He shivers and opens his eyes, seeing one of the most errotic things he’s seen all week and moans.
They’re both naked and Junsu’s straddling him.
Junsu leans down for a kiss, “Now, I’m gonna be your nurse,” he smiles playfully and tugs on Yoochun’s shaft. “There seems to be the matter in this area. It keeps twitching,” He tilts his head with a sigh as if it’s a problem he doesn’t know the solution to.
“I’m going to have to examine it very closely.”
Yoochun groans and tilts his head back, “If you must, my sexy nurse.”
“Okay~” Junsu giggles and gets right down onto examining.
And this is why Yoochun loves to baby, nurture, and give his lover tender love and care; Junsu returns it through kisses, moans, squeezes, and loving.
“Ah-- wait!” Yoochun looks up at him, stopping all Junsu’s movements although he’s aching for them. “Did you.... clean?” He raises an eyebrow.
Junsu gives him a look and sighs, “Of course I did, I’m--” Then they both hear Junsu’s stomach churn. “Uh-oh.”
Yoochun widens his eyes.
Junsu quickly hurries to the bathroom.
And Yoochun sits up, staring at the closed bathroom and finds himself laughing. Yeah, that’s his Junsu.
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A/N:Umm...yeah, I don't know where that came from (I didn't know how to end it either, heh) but I felt like I haven't written a Yoosu in a long time. I...don't think I've ever read a fic about constipation.... yay for originality?