because chun misses jae... <3
dedicated solely to jaeroticgasm , my dear Rah, and the jae to my chun. <33 you're still on hiatus due to IGCSEs, but here i am writing smut because it's been two whole weeks and we havent had sexy time at all. )): chun's deprived. so here it is. :D
Yoochun sighs as he slicks up the vibrator, setting his feet onto the chair, bent at the knees. He glances momentarily at the webcam sitting on his monitor, biting his lower lip as he moans loudly, ensuring the built-in microphone catches the sounds he makes. Shifting, Yoochun bares his puckered entrance to the camera, legs spread wide open.
“Jae… Baby…” Gradually, Yoochun pushes the vibrator into himself, reveling in the delicious stretch of his inner muscles. Seating it fully, he switches it on to ‘medium’, trashing slightly as vibrations run up his spine. His eyes slide shut from the pleasure, hand immediately moving to fist his arousal.
Yoochun strokes himself unhurriedly, fighting the urge to just send himself over the cliff of ecstasy. He plays with the cock ring at the base of his erection like how Jaejoong would, knowing the other man would simply go crazy watching Yoochun deprive himself of orgasm. “Jae… N-need you…”
His hand trails lower to cup his balls, rolling them gently. Yoochun’s other hand finds its way to the base of the vibrator, flicking the switch higher and eliciting a wanton yell from him. Then he is thrusting the toy in and out of himself, stroking in time with the pumping.
Before long, Yoochun is a flushed mess, face and chest a deep pink, cock leaking precome. His hips are undulating, up into his hand, down to push the vibrator further inside himself. Yoochun moans again as the toy hits his prostate dead on, causing him to lose control of his speed, breaking into a primal race for release.
“Jaejoong, Jaejoong-Jaejoong-Jaejoong-” he chants over and over, pushing himself towards utter bliss. At his very peak, Yoochun tugs the cock ring off, crying out as he comes. Opaque fluid coats his bare torso, chest heaving as he recovers from orgasm.
Reaching between his legs, Yoochun switches off the vibrator, sliding it out slowly. He tilts his head towards the webcam, whispering, “I miss you, JaeBaby. Love you so much.”
Letting his eyes shut once more, Yoochun sighs. It’s been two weeks without Jaejoong. Too long.
Far too long.
Yoochun sighs as he slicks up the vibrator, setting his feet onto the chair, bent at the knees. He glances momentarily at the webcam sitting on his monitor, biting his lower lip as he moans loudly, ensuring the built-in microphone catches the sounds he makes. Shifting, Yoochun bares his puckered entrance to the camera, legs spread wide open.
“Jae… Baby…” Gradually, Yoochun pushes the vibrator into himself, reveling in the delicious stretch of his inner muscles. Seating it fully, he switches it on to ‘medium’, trashing slightly as vibrations run up his spine. His eyes slide shut from the pleasure, hand immediately moving to fist his arousal.
Yoochun strokes himself unhurriedly, fighting the urge to just send himself over the cliff of ecstasy. He plays with the cock ring at the base of his erection like how Jaejoong would, knowing the other man would simply go crazy watching Yoochun deprive himself of orgasm. “Jae… N-need you…”
His hand trails lower to cup his balls, rolling them gently. Yoochun’s other hand finds its way to the base of the vibrator, flicking the switch higher and eliciting a wanton yell from him. Then he is thrusting the toy in and out of himself, stroking in time with the pumping.
Before long, Yoochun is a flushed mess, face and chest a deep pink, cock leaking precome. His hips are undulating, up into his hand, down to push the vibrator further inside himself. Yoochun moans again as the toy hits his prostate dead on, causing him to lose control of his speed, breaking into a primal race for release.
“Jaejoong, Jaejoong-Jaejoong-Jaejoong-” he chants over and over, pushing himself towards utter bliss. At his very peak, Yoochun tugs the cock ring off, crying out as he comes. Opaque fluid coats his bare torso, chest heaving as he recovers from orgasm.
Reaching between his legs, Yoochun switches off the vibrator, sliding it out slowly. He tilts his head towards the webcam, whispering, “I miss you, JaeBaby. Love you so much.”
Letting his eyes shut once more, Yoochun sighs. It’s been two weeks without Jaejoong. Too long.
Far too long.