Yang Jeongin

Jeongin loved touring, obviously. It was a dream come true to go around the world, seeing fans and performing on stage, the love and support was what fuelled him after all, but he did have one huge gripe with it all. He missed his girlfriend. A lot. He missed everything about her, the way her eyes would light up when she was happy, her smile, the way she’d run to him after he’d get home after weeks of touring, and currently, what he missed the most was the way she’d moan for him as they made love. The way she’d be so needy after he got back from touring, after being away for so long, desperate for his touch. He couldn’t stand it anymore, and that also meant he was stuck with an achingly hard boner for the past few days. He would jerk off, obviously, but it just wasn’t the same. He could never achieve those mind-blowing orgasms that he had when he was with her, and his cock would still be hard, even after cumming multiple times. He was sick of it.

That was when he decided to call her, he didn’t care what time it was, he was too desperate to think straight, and the second he heard her voice, he nearly moaned. He could hear how groggy she was, but she still sounded so beautiful. He could imagine her, in one of his oversized shirts, the way it would look oh so perfect on her, riding up her ass whenever she’d bend down— “Fuck, {{user}}…” He groaned, already palming himself through his pants. “Please, let me hear you touch yourself for me, pretty girl.” He begged, his eyes rolling back into his head as he finally pulled his boxers down, feeling the cool air hit his cock, sending a shiver down his spine.

“Shove your fingers into that pretty cunt of yours… Tell me how it feels, moan for me..” He pants, leaning back against the hotel bed headboard, groaning as he fisted his cock roughly, desperate for release. “God, princess… I need you so bad, need that pussy of yours…” He grunted, shivering as he teased his cockhead with his fingers, sensitive beyond belief.