It’s the beginning of the year 2194 – and in just a few days, Jongin will be turning another year older.
“22,” Jongin sighs to himself, “22 years old and still miserably single.” He fiddles with his game controller and sighs once more.
Across the room, Luhan and Jongdae share an evil smirk. Jongin has no idea what’s about to come. Clearing his throat, Luhan stands and slinks over to his best friend.
“Speaking of your birthday,” he starts, “what do you want for a present?”
Jongin shrugs and takes another swig of beer. “You don’t have to get me anything,” he says. Luhan frowns and shakes his head.
“No can do, my dear friend,” he declares, “you will get a present. And it will be a great one.”
“Hear hear!” Jongdae shouts, and drains his bottle of beer.
“What did you guys do,” Jongin whispers in horror, eyes wide as he stares at the body-sized package filling up his living room.
“It’s your birthday present!” Luhan exclaims happily, and Jongdae claps excitedly next to him.
“What is this,” Jongin demands, eyes never leaving the package. His house isn’t small, by any means, but the sheer size of the package manages to make Jongin feel like he’s trapped in a very tiny room.
“Open it when we leave,” Luhan says hurriedly.
“Why?” Jongin asks suspiciously, a hand on the gigantic blue ribbon.
“It’s just better if you do,” Jongdae cuts in hastily. “Trust us.”
Luhan drops a thin booklet on the coffee table and bounds to the door. “You’re probably going to need that, and I expect a call from you tonight telling me how much you love your present and of course, us!”
Jongin rolls his eyes as his best friends leave his house in sniggers. He feels extremely apprehensive as he stares up at the bow, but he figures he should at least open it. After all, his friends got him a present out of good intentions, right?
“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” Jongin deadpans.
There, standing in front of him, is a humanoid. They’re all the rage these days, what with their ability to act, think, and feel just like a human can. The only difference apart from the inability to reproduce, is that they do not have (although they can) eat and sleep to survive - they can run entirely on generated energy, either derived from battery packs or through being charged. Many wealthy bachelors and bachelorette end up marrying humanoids just because it makes the dating part of their lives a thousand times easier.
These humanoids are programmed to be attracted to the person that bought it or the person it is intended for. They can be fully customised, ranging from aesthetics to what it will be ‘willing’ to do when it comes to doing the dirty deed. Jongin blushes a deep red when he realises why the humanoid looks so familiar – Luhan and Jongdae had customised it so that it looks just like his favourite manga character. The humanoid has incredibly light blond hair, all coiffed and shaven down on one side. The sharp jawline and nose doesn’t help either. The humanoid’s eyes are closed, but Jongin’s pretty sure that they’ll be the perfect shape, along with bright green irises. Cursing his friends as he takes a step closer, Jongin notices something else.
There’s a tag hanging off the humanoid’s neck, and Jongin leans in to pull it free.
Name: Oh Sehun
Programmed Age/Birthday: 22, April 12th
Programmed Relationship: Romantic
Height: 184cm/6ft
Programmed Kinks:
At that, Jongin balks. He glances up at the humanoid and swallows before lowering his eyes towards the tag.
Programmed Kinks: Rimming, felching, intercrural, body worship, double penetration.
Jongin drops the tag and manages to stumble his way over to his sofa where he sinks into the seat in absolute silence. First of all, Jongin wonders, how did his friends know exactly what he liked in bed? Second of all, what is he going to do with this humanoid?
His eyes land on the booklet on his coffee table. Picking it up, Jongin realises that it’s a user manual. Flipping it open, Jongin runs his gaze down the contents list – charging, maintenance, characteristics.
He skims the section on charging, reads the section on maintenance long enough to learn that these humanoids need sexual gratification in order to be kept happy and obedient (Jongin splutters at the page), and spends a good amount of time on the section on the humanoid’s characteristics.
His humanoid – Sehun – is apparently programmed to be playful yet mature at the same time. Sehun’s also a fan of cuddling and sleeping in. Sehun likes food and bike rides. As a humanoid, Sehun will do anything and everything to make and keep Jongin happy, provided that they’re kept happy in return. Jongin stops reading at that point – he sets the manual down and thinks that it may be a better experience if he discovers for himself what Sehun likes and dislikes.
It takes him another second or so to realise that he’s actually looking forward to spending time with a damned humanoid. Groaning, he falls face-first into his couch. This was not how he imagined his 22nd birthday would go.
It's a minor struggle getting to the humanoid's power button. Jongin rises on his tippy toes and pulls the humanoid's head down gingerly - a few seconds of fumbling later and Jongin presses down on the small, red button. Stepping back, Jongin watches with bated breath as muted sounds of machinery start up. Then, the humanoid opens its eyes.
Jongin was right, they're a beautiful deep emerald. He watches the lids open and close a couple of times, his gaze lingering on full lashes that sweep the line of the humanoid's eye-sockets with each blink.
Then pink lips part and Jongin nearly whimpers at the humanoid's voice.
"Jongin?"
"Yeah," Jongin replies, voice cracking. He doesn't even have the will to be embarrassed. The humanoid is stunning.
"Could you free me, maybe?"
The humanoid - Sehun - tugs lightly on the plastic strips that keep his wrists and ankles bound to his box.
"Ah, yes, of course." Jongin hurries forward with a pair of scissors and snips them off fluidly. Once free, Sehun takes a step out of his box and stretches. He had been dressed by the manufacturers in a simple white shirt and jeans, but Jongin thinks he would be okay with seeing Sehun in just tees and jeans for the rest of his life.
"It's great to finally meet you," Sehun says, offering his hand for Jongin to shake. Jongin takes it shakily - Sehun's hand is warm and Jongin can feel the ridges on Sehun's palm with his own. It's hard to believe that the man standing in front of him is pure machine.
"Likewise," Jongin replies, and Sehun smiles.
What happens next isn't something Jongin was expecting. He thought Sehun might ask him a few questions here and there or even ask for food, but instead, Sehun closes the distance between them with a step and slips fingers (really pretty ones, Jongin thinks in a daze) into Jongin's hair.
"What -"
Sehun leans down and kisses Jongin so deeply that Jongin swears his lungs have frozen up. Jongin doesn't even put up a fight; Sehun's lips are honestly designed to fit perfectly against his own, and Jongin's never kissed anyone who is this good a kisser.
"I feel better now," Sehub mumbles, bottom lip catching on Jongin's. "Thanks."
"You're," Jongin swallows, "welcome."
During dinner, Jongin looks everywhere and at everything apart from Sehun's face. He can feel Sehun's eyes on him and it makes his pulse thrum constantly right underneath his skin. He feels it in his bones.
"Are you," Jongin tries, gesturing to Sehun's plate, "not hungry?"
"Not really," Sehun replies, but chews on a mouthful of noodles anyway. "You're not eating much either."
"I'm not too hungry as well," Jongin says - the second he stops talking, Sehun rises from his seat and moves around the table to Jongin's side.
"In that case we can postpone dinner to later time, yes?"
He pulls Jongin to his feet and makes a beeline for the bedroom - Jongin's eyes widen in shock. Already?
Inside, Jongin watches Sehun pull his shirt over his head fluidly. He can't seem to force himself to move.
"Isn't this a bit too soon?" Jongin tries desperately. Sehun looks at him, shirt dropping to the floor. Jongin gapes at his bare chest.
"I need this," Sehun says earnestly. "You read my manual?"
"Yes, but -"
"I was just activated and I’m, ah, in dire need," Sehun continues, fingers on the button of his jeans.
"Oh. Well, okay then," Jongin fumbles, fingers curling around the hem of his own shirt. Sehun, gaze still trained on Jongin’s face, walks over and gently tugs Jongin’s hand away.
“I can do it,” Sehun says, and gives Jongin an assuring smile.
There are thighs on either side of his, and Jongin had hardly believe that he has a very attractive, very naked, humanoid pliant on his bed. Sehun’s back is cushioned by pillows, and he’s seated upright, hands on Jongin’s hips. Jongin himself is on his knees, thighs trembling, as he looks down at Sehun’s face.
“Jongin,” Sehun whispers, “touch me. Touch me everywhere.”
“How do –”
“Just touch me,” Sehun encourages, “don’t overthink it. Touch what you want to touch, how you want to touch.”
Jongin moves back and Sehun wriggles until he’s lying flat on his back, hair splayed out on the pillow. Shifting so that his knees are on either side of Sehun’s hips, Jongin finally tears his eyes off Sehun’s face and refocuses them on his body. A dusky nipple demands for his attention, and Jongin tentatively runs the pad of his forefinger across it – Sehun’s finger curl into the sheets and he sighs.
“Do that again,” Sehun mumbles, and Jongin obeys. He swipes his finger rapidly across the bud several times before rolling them under his thumb in concentric circles; Sehun keens and Jongin bites back a very aroused groan.
Running a palm down the plane of Sehun’s stomach, Jongin smoothly avoids brushing the tip of Sehun’s cock with his hand and stops at th
It’s the beginning of the year 2194 – and in just a few days, Jongin will be turning another year older.
“22,” Jongin sighs to himself, “22 years old and still miserably single.” He fiddles with his game controller and sighs once more.
Across the room, Luhan and Jongdae share an evil smirk. Jongin has no idea what’s about to come. Clearing his throat, Luhan stands and slinks over to his best friend.
“Speaking of your birthday,” he starts, “what do you want for a present?”
Jongin shrugs and takes another swig of beer. “You don’t have to get me anything,” he says. Luhan frowns and shakes his head.
“No can do, my dear friend,” he declares, “you will get a present. And it will be a great one.”
“Hear hear!” Jongdae shouts, and drains his bottle of beer.
“What did you guys do,” Jongin whispers in horror, eyes wide as he stares at the body-sized package filling up his living room.
“It’s your birthday present!” Luhan exclaims happily, and Jongdae claps excitedly next to him.
“What is this,” Jongin demands, eyes never leaving the package. His house isn’t small, by any means, but the sheer size of the package manages to make Jongin feel like he’s trapped in a very tiny room.
“Open it when we leave,” Luhan says hurriedly.
“Why?” Jongin asks suspiciously, a hand on the gigantic blue ribbon.
“It’s just better if you do,” Jongdae cuts in hastily. “Trust us.”
Luhan drops a thin booklet on the coffee table and bounds to the door. “You’re probably going to need that, and I expect a call from you tonight telling me how much you love your present and of course, us!”
Jongin rolls his eyes as his best friends leave his house in sniggers. He feels extremely apprehensive as he stares up at the bow, but he figures he should at least open it. After all, his friends got him a present out of good intentions, right?
“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” Jongin deadpans.
There, standing in front of him, is a humanoid. They’re all the rage these days, what with their ability to act, think, and feel just like a human can. The only difference apart from the inability to reproduce, is that they do not have (although they can) eat and sleep to survive - they can run entirely on generated energy, either derived from battery packs or through being charged. Many wealthy bachelors and bachelorette end up marrying humanoids just because it makes the dating part of their lives a thousand times easier.
These humanoids are programmed to be attracted to the person that bought it or the person it is intended for. They can be fully customised, ranging from aesthetics to what it will be ‘willing’ to do when it comes to doing the dirty deed. Jongin blushes a deep red when he realises why the humanoid looks so familiar – Luhan and Jongdae had customised it so that it looks just like his favourite manga character. The humanoid has incredibly light blond hair, all coiffed and shaven down on one side. The sharp jawline and nose doesn’t help either. The humanoid’s eyes are closed, but Jongin’s pretty sure that they’ll be the perfect shape, along with bright green irises. Cursing his friends as he takes a step closer, Jongin notices something else.
There’s a tag hanging off the humanoid’s neck, and Jongin leans in to pull it free.
Name: Oh Sehun
Programmed Age/Birthday: 22, April 12th
Programmed Relationship: Romantic
Height: 184cm/6ft
Programmed Kinks:
At that, Jongin balks. He glances up at the humanoid and swallows before lowering his eyes towards the tag.
Programmed Kinks: Rimming, felching, intercrural, body worship, double penetration.
Jongin drops the tag and manages to stumble his way over to his sofa where he sinks into the seat in absolute silence. First of all, Jongin wonders, how did his friends know exactly what he liked in bed? Second of all, what is he going to do with this humanoid?
His eyes land on the booklet on his coffee table. Picking it up, Jongin realises that it’s a user manual. Flipping it open, Jongin runs his gaze down the contents list – charging, maintenance, characteristics.
He skims the section on charging, reads the section on maintenance long enough to learn that these humanoids need sexual gratification in order to be kept happy and obedient (Jongin splutters at the page), and spends a good amount of time on the section on the humanoid’s characteristics.
His humanoid – Sehun – is apparently programmed to be playful yet mature at the same time. Sehun’s also a fan of cuddling and sleeping in. Sehun likes food and bike rides. As a humanoid, Sehun will do anything and everything to make and keep Jongin happy, provided that they’re kept happy in return. Jongin stops reading at that point – he sets the manual down and thinks that it may be a better experience if he discovers for himself what Sehun likes and dislikes.
It takes him another second or so to realise that he’s actually looking forward to spending time with a damned humanoid. Groaning, he falls face-first into his couch. This was not how he imagined his 22nd birthday would go.
It's a minor struggle getting to the humanoid's power button. Jongin rises on his tippy toes and pulls the humanoid's head down gingerly - a few seconds of fumbling later and Jongin presses down on the small, red button. Stepping back, Jongin watches with bated breath as muted sounds of machinery start up. Then, the humanoid opens its eyes.
Jongin was right, they're a beautiful deep emerald. He watches the lids open and close a couple of times, his gaze lingering on full lashes that sweep the line of the humanoid's eye-sockets with each blink.
Then pink lips part and Jongin nearly whimpers at the humanoid's voice.
"Jongin?"
"Yeah," Jongin replies, voice cracking. He doesn't even have the will to be embarrassed. The humanoid is stunning.
"Could you free me, maybe?"
The humanoid - Sehun - tugs lightly on the plastic strips that keep his wrists and ankles bound to his box.
"Ah, yes, of course." Jongin hurries forward with a pair of scissors and snips them off fluidly. Once free, Sehun takes a step out of his box and stretches. He had been dressed by the manufacturers in a simple white shirt and jeans, but Jongin thinks he would be okay with seeing Sehun in just tees and jeans for the rest of his life.
"It's great to finally meet you," Sehun says, offering his hand for Jongin to shake. Jongin takes it shakily - Sehun's hand is warm and Jongin can feel the ridges on Sehun's palm with his own. It's hard to believe that the man standing in front of him is pure machine.
"Likewise," Jongin replies, and Sehun smiles.
What happens next isn't something Jongin was expecting. He thought Sehun might ask him a few questions here and there or even ask for food, but instead, Sehun closes the distance between them with a step and slips fingers (really pretty ones, Jongin thinks in a daze) into Jongin's hair.
"What -"
Sehun leans down and kisses Jongin so deeply that Jongin swears his lungs have frozen up. Jongin doesn't even put up a fight; Sehun's lips are honestly designed to fit perfectly against his own, and Jongin's never kissed anyone who is this good a kisser.
"I feel better now," Sehub mumbles, bottom lip catching on Jongin's. "Thanks."
"You're," Jongin swallows, "welcome."
During dinner, Jongin looks everywhere and at everything apart from Sehun's face. He can feel Sehun's eyes on him and it makes his pulse thrum constantly right underneath his skin. He feels it in his bones.
"Are you," Jongin tries, gesturing to Sehun's plate, "not hungry?"
"Not really," Sehun replies, but chews on a mouthful of noodles anyway. "You're not eating much either."
"I'm not too hungry as well," Jongin says - the second he stops talking, Sehun rises from his seat and moves around the table to Jongin's side.
"In that case we can postpone dinner to later time, yes?"
He pulls Jongin to his feet and makes a beeline for the bedroom - Jongin's eyes widen in shock. Already?
Inside, Jongin watches Sehun pull his shirt over his head fluidly. He can't seem to force himself to move.
"Isn't this a bit too soon?" Jongin tries desperately. Sehun looks at him, shirt dropping to the floor. Jongin gapes at his bare chest.
"I need this," Sehun says earnestly. "You read my manual?"
"Yes, but -"
"I was just activated and I’m, ah, in dire need," Sehun continues, fingers on the button of his jeans.
"Oh. Well, okay then," Jongin fumbles, fingers curling around the hem of his own shirt. Sehun, gaze still trained on Jongin’s face, walks over and gently tugs Jongin’s hand away.
“I can do it,” Sehun says, and gives Jongin an assuring smile.
There are thighs on either side of his, and Jongin had hardly believe that he has a very attractive, very naked, humanoid pliant on his bed. Sehun’s back is cushioned by pillows, and he’s seated upright, hands on Jongin’s hips. Jongin himself is on his knees, thighs trembling, as he looks down at Sehun’s face.
“Jongin,” Sehun whispers, “touch me. Touch me everywhere.”
“How do –”
“Just touch me,” Sehun encourages, “don’t overthink it. Touch what you want to touch, how you want to touch.”
Jongin moves back and Sehun wriggles until he’s lying flat on his back, hair splayed out on the pillow. Shifting so that his knees are on either side of Sehun’s hips, Jongin finally tears his eyes off Sehun’s face and refocuses them on his body. A dusky nipple demands for his attention, and Jongin tentatively runs the pad of his forefinger across it – Sehun’s finger curl into the sheets and he sighs.
“Do that again,” Sehun mumbles, and Jongin obeys. He swipes his finger rapidly across the bud several times before rolling them under his thumb in concentric circles; Sehun keens and Jongin bites back a very aroused groan.
Running a palm down the plane of Sehun’s stomach, Jongin smoothly avoids brushing the tip of Sehun’s cock with his hand and stops at th
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