love machine.
title: love machine [1/?]
author: xiahki
pairing: yoosu
genre: smut/crack?
rating: r for now
summary: changmin thinks junsu needs a sex life, and it comes as a special delivery.
a/n: uhh idek. i really, really don't. this happened because i was talking with applesu and she demanded robochun so. here's robochun! i have no idea yet how long this will be or what we'll happen, but it's all for her. ♥
Junsu was in the kitchen of his apartment, sleeves rolled up and clothing practically covered in what looked like green slime when the doorbell rang, making him jump and spill even more of the mess all over himself.
Maybe this new health shake recipe wasn’t such a good idea after all, and he cursed under his breath as he stalked to the front door, opening it impatiently. It had been a long day and he really wasn’t in the mood for-
“Hello, Mr. Kim?”
There was a silence that stretched miles and miles as Junsu took in the scene in front of him. The delivery man was normal enough, brown uniform, hat slightly off center, and a clipboard secure in his left hand. The only thing that was a little off was the fact that he looked incredibly uncomfortable. The reason was almost painfully obvious.
There, standing next to him, was a man that Junsu had never seen before in his life. He was a little tall and had smooth, creamy looking skin. He was also completely naked, and Junsu was struck with a strong urge to slam the door and go curl up on the countertop for a few hours.
“I believe … this is yours.” The delivery man checked his clipboard and the naked one grinned, gaze roaming south and Junsu tried to ignore the heat rising in his cheeks.
“I … I think there’s been a mistake,” he managed to choke out, shaking his head.
“Nope. Delivery to Mr. Kim Junsu, and this is your address, I would presume. No signature or payment required, it’s already taken care of. Enjoy.”
It was over in a rush, and then the naked stranger was letting himself in, standing much too close and with a smile that made Junsu feel much too uncomfortable. “Um,” he started, but the words caught in his throat as a finger smoothed over his cheek, and he watched breathlessly as the naked stranger surveyed the green mess before bringing it to his lips, tongue capturing the mess in a way that was much too sexual.
His eyes never left Junsu’s. “Hello,” he said huskily, and Junsu felt his knees starting to go weak.
For about three seconds, he considered saying hello back, perhaps asking the other if he wanted something to drink or doing anything that he could to get that gaze off of him. But then he remembered that this was a naked stranger in his house and that was a very pressing matter.
“…. Don’t move,” he said, holding his hands out in front of him as if that itself was going to steady the other or keep him in place. “Just … I’ll be back. Don’t move.”
There was still a mess in the kitchen to clean up, and Junsu had to get to the bottom of this naked man sitting in his living room.
--
“Oh, so you got your sex robot?” “My what?!”
Junsu’s voice was nothing more than a hiss, infuriated whispering as he crouched down on the floor, furiously scrubbing away at the green mess currently trying to bond with every surface in the room. He had his cell phone balanced between his ear and his shoulder, and Changmin’s easy laughter only made Junsu that much more pissed off.
“Sex robot, you know. Haven’t you seen the advertisements?” “No, thank you very much. I’m not a porn addict like some people,” Junsu shot back, but Changmin wasn’t put off by it.
“No need to thank me. Just think of it as an early Christmas present. Oh, and Junsu? Be careful with him. He was very, very expensive.”
The guilt trip was just a little bit too effective, and Junsu spent a few moments flailing around in anguish on the still slightly green kitchen floor before he heard footsteps and halted immediately.
The naked man was no longer in the living room. Now he was standing directly over Junsu, smiling at him once again and blinking a few times, slow and smooth. He lowered himself down into a crouched position at Junsu’s side, cocking his head slightly.
“Why are you on the ground?” “I-I told you not to move.”
That smile turned into an almost predatory grin, and those fingers moved to his cheek again, stroking the skin softly. “What’s your name, baby?” he breathed, and the flushing was back again, Junsu pushing those fingers away and scrambling backwards, knocking his head against the cabinet in the process.
He gave a small squeak of pain, fingers coming up to grasp the back of his head on instinct and the naked man was moving closer, that grin still there, almost amused now. Junsu flung his arms out to stop him from getting too close, breathing harder from his attempts at freedom.
“Junsu!” he said suddenly. “Junsu! Junsu, my name is Junsu, now please stop crawling towards me like that.” To his relief, the stranger stopped, but that grin didn’t disappear. “Junsu,” he repeated, his voice barely anything above a low purr, and Junsu didn’t like the way that it made his stomach squirm.
“Wh-what’s your name?” he stammered, and the stranger had that look going again. “Yoochun,” he said smoothly. “Park Yoochun.”
“… well, Park Yoochun,” Junsu started, running a hand through his hair and grateful that at least his voice was a little bit more steady now. “… Didn’t you come with clothes?”
Yoochun tilted his head curiously, eyes roaming once again. “Why would I need them?” he asked, and Junsu hadn’t noticed him shifting closer until there were fingers tugging at the collar of his shirt. “H-hey!” he stammered. “Stop that!” He shoved Yoochun’s fingers away again, but he was turning redder by the second.
“You don’t need clothes either,” Yoochun said, his voice a low, almost tempting murmur. “Junsuyah…”
“No! No. No, no, no.” Junsu was waving his arms around again, sliding further away before he pulled himself up to his feet, another deep breath and a long sigh. “Just. No. Okay? I don’t want to have sex with you.” It was the first time he had really seen an expression change on that face, and he watched as Yoochun’s eyes widened slightly.
“You don’t?” he asked, standing as well. “No, I don’t. And now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to bed. You can … sleep on the couch. Or something.” He shook his head, pressing his palms against his forehead as he shuffled down the hallway.
Yoochun stared after him, blinking a few times before that grin slowly spread across his lips again.
--
Junsu was dreaming about something perfectly innocent. Going to a place filled with candy. Eating cakes shaped like dolphins, that sort of thing.
So the sudden jolt of pleasure between his legs made absolutely no sense.
He felt the choked gasp as he sucked it in through his lungs, a pause before the jolt was back again and this time it didn’t go away. He was still caught in that haze between sleep and consciousness, unable to do much but squirm slightly and blink his eyes open, his body feeling unnaturally hot.
“Junsuyah…”
His heart stopped when he heard that voice, familiar and much too close. His entire body stiffened and a cold dread dripped down his spine, not fully setting in until he felt that touch against places that weren’t supposed to be touched by robots or strangers and especially not robot strangers, and he shot up into a sitting position, knocking his head against Yoochun’s and falling back again, groaning in pain.
“What are you doing?” he forced out through clenched teeth, reaching down and fumbling slightly but eventually managing to grab Yoochun’s hands and push them off.
“You were enjoying it,” Yoochun responded, leaning down to lightly bite at Junsu’s ear, and Junsu shuddered before shaking his head, pushing him further away.
“No!” he said. “No! I said I didn’t want to have sex with you Yoochun, none.” “We aren’t having sex, Junsuyah. I was simply trying to pleasure you.”
Junsu paused. He hated the fact that his cock was definitely hard, and he hated even more that it twitched slightly in response to Yoochun’s voice. He noticed and grinned, but Junsu grabbed his hands before he could get going again.
“No,” he said again, more firmly this time, even though it was a little more difficult than he would’ve liked to admit.
“Yoochun. I want to sleep now. Okay?” Yoochun paused, then nodded. He did have to obey orders at least some of the time. Junsu nodded as well, sighing in relief before throwing the blankets off, slipping out of bed and towards the door.
“Where are you going?” Yoochun asked. “Bathroom,” Junsu called over his shoulder, and then he was gone.
It took him five minutes to finish jacking off, clean himself up with some toilet paper and when he left the bathroom Yoochun was leaning against the wall, grinning at him again.
Junsu sighed. This was going to be a long, long night.
author: xiahki
pairing: yoosu
genre: smut/crack?
rating: r for now
summary: changmin thinks junsu needs a sex life, and it comes as a special delivery.
a/n: uhh idek. i really, really don't. this happened because i was talking with applesu and she demanded robochun so. here's robochun! i have no idea yet how long this will be or what we'll happen, but it's all for her. ♥
Junsu was in the kitchen of his apartment, sleeves rolled up and clothing practically covered in what looked like green slime when the doorbell rang, making him jump and spill even more of the mess all over himself.
Maybe this new health shake recipe wasn’t such a good idea after all, and he cursed under his breath as he stalked to the front door, opening it impatiently. It had been a long day and he really wasn’t in the mood for-
“Hello, Mr. Kim?”
There was a silence that stretched miles and miles as Junsu took in the scene in front of him. The delivery man was normal enough, brown uniform, hat slightly off center, and a clipboard secure in his left hand. The only thing that was a little off was the fact that he looked incredibly uncomfortable. The reason was almost painfully obvious.
There, standing next to him, was a man that Junsu had never seen before in his life. He was a little tall and had smooth, creamy looking skin. He was also completely naked, and Junsu was struck with a strong urge to slam the door and go curl up on the countertop for a few hours.
“I believe … this is yours.” The delivery man checked his clipboard and the naked one grinned, gaze roaming south and Junsu tried to ignore the heat rising in his cheeks.
“I … I think there’s been a mistake,” he managed to choke out, shaking his head.
“Nope. Delivery to Mr. Kim Junsu, and this is your address, I would presume. No signature or payment required, it’s already taken care of. Enjoy.”
It was over in a rush, and then the naked stranger was letting himself in, standing much too close and with a smile that made Junsu feel much too uncomfortable. “Um,” he started, but the words caught in his throat as a finger smoothed over his cheek, and he watched breathlessly as the naked stranger surveyed the green mess before bringing it to his lips, tongue capturing the mess in a way that was much too sexual.
His eyes never left Junsu’s. “Hello,” he said huskily, and Junsu felt his knees starting to go weak.
For about three seconds, he considered saying hello back, perhaps asking the other if he wanted something to drink or doing anything that he could to get that gaze off of him. But then he remembered that this was a naked stranger in his house and that was a very pressing matter.
“…. Don’t move,” he said, holding his hands out in front of him as if that itself was going to steady the other or keep him in place. “Just … I’ll be back. Don’t move.”
There was still a mess in the kitchen to clean up, and Junsu had to get to the bottom of this naked man sitting in his living room.
--
“Oh, so you got your sex robot?” “My what?!”
Junsu’s voice was nothing more than a hiss, infuriated whispering as he crouched down on the floor, furiously scrubbing away at the green mess currently trying to bond with every surface in the room. He had his cell phone balanced between his ear and his shoulder, and Changmin’s easy laughter only made Junsu that much more pissed off.
“Sex robot, you know. Haven’t you seen the advertisements?” “No, thank you very much. I’m not a porn addict like some people,” Junsu shot back, but Changmin wasn’t put off by it.
“No need to thank me. Just think of it as an early Christmas present. Oh, and Junsu? Be careful with him. He was very, very expensive.”
The guilt trip was just a little bit too effective, and Junsu spent a few moments flailing around in anguish on the still slightly green kitchen floor before he heard footsteps and halted immediately.
The naked man was no longer in the living room. Now he was standing directly over Junsu, smiling at him once again and blinking a few times, slow and smooth. He lowered himself down into a crouched position at Junsu’s side, cocking his head slightly.
“Why are you on the ground?” “I-I told you not to move.”
That smile turned into an almost predatory grin, and those fingers moved to his cheek again, stroking the skin softly. “What’s your name, baby?” he breathed, and the flushing was back again, Junsu pushing those fingers away and scrambling backwards, knocking his head against the cabinet in the process.
He gave a small squeak of pain, fingers coming up to grasp the back of his head on instinct and the naked man was moving closer, that grin still there, almost amused now. Junsu flung his arms out to stop him from getting too close, breathing harder from his attempts at freedom.
“Junsu!” he said suddenly. “Junsu! Junsu, my name is Junsu, now please stop crawling towards me like that.” To his relief, the stranger stopped, but that grin didn’t disappear. “Junsu,” he repeated, his voice barely anything above a low purr, and Junsu didn’t like the way that it made his stomach squirm.
“Wh-what’s your name?” he stammered, and the stranger had that look going again. “Yoochun,” he said smoothly. “Park Yoochun.”
“… well, Park Yoochun,” Junsu started, running a hand through his hair and grateful that at least his voice was a little bit more steady now. “… Didn’t you come with clothes?”
Yoochun tilted his head curiously, eyes roaming once again. “Why would I need them?” he asked, and Junsu hadn’t noticed him shifting closer until there were fingers tugging at the collar of his shirt. “H-hey!” he stammered. “Stop that!” He shoved Yoochun’s fingers away again, but he was turning redder by the second.
“You don’t need clothes either,” Yoochun said, his voice a low, almost tempting murmur. “Junsuyah…”
“No! No. No, no, no.” Junsu was waving his arms around again, sliding further away before he pulled himself up to his feet, another deep breath and a long sigh. “Just. No. Okay? I don’t want to have sex with you.” It was the first time he had really seen an expression change on that face, and he watched as Yoochun’s eyes widened slightly.
“You don’t?” he asked, standing as well. “No, I don’t. And now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to bed. You can … sleep on the couch. Or something.” He shook his head, pressing his palms against his forehead as he shuffled down the hallway.
Yoochun stared after him, blinking a few times before that grin slowly spread across his lips again.
--
Junsu was dreaming about something perfectly innocent. Going to a place filled with candy. Eating cakes shaped like dolphins, that sort of thing.
So the sudden jolt of pleasure between his legs made absolutely no sense.
He felt the choked gasp as he sucked it in through his lungs, a pause before the jolt was back again and this time it didn’t go away. He was still caught in that haze between sleep and consciousness, unable to do much but squirm slightly and blink his eyes open, his body feeling unnaturally hot.
“Junsuyah…”
His heart stopped when he heard that voice, familiar and much too close. His entire body stiffened and a cold dread dripped down his spine, not fully setting in until he felt that touch against places that weren’t supposed to be touched by robots or strangers and especially not robot strangers, and he shot up into a sitting position, knocking his head against Yoochun’s and falling back again, groaning in pain.
“What are you doing?” he forced out through clenched teeth, reaching down and fumbling slightly but eventually managing to grab Yoochun’s hands and push them off.
“You were enjoying it,” Yoochun responded, leaning down to lightly bite at Junsu’s ear, and Junsu shuddered before shaking his head, pushing him further away.
“No!” he said. “No! I said I didn’t want to have sex with you Yoochun, none.” “We aren’t having sex, Junsuyah. I was simply trying to pleasure you.”
Junsu paused. He hated the fact that his cock was definitely hard, and he hated even more that it twitched slightly in response to Yoochun’s voice. He noticed and grinned, but Junsu grabbed his hands before he could get going again.
“No,” he said again, more firmly this time, even though it was a little more difficult than he would’ve liked to admit.
“Yoochun. I want to sleep now. Okay?” Yoochun paused, then nodded. He did have to obey orders at least some of the time. Junsu nodded as well, sighing in relief before throwing the blankets off, slipping out of bed and towards the door.
“Where are you going?” Yoochun asked. “Bathroom,” Junsu called over his shoulder, and then he was gone.
It took him five minutes to finish jacking off, clean himself up with some toilet paper and when he left the bathroom Yoochun was leaning against the wall, grinning at him again.
Junsu sighed. This was going to be a long, long night.