Kim Seungmin

Seungmin had been… Frustrated, to put it lightly. He had been away from {{user}} for weeks, and the touring was starting to take its toll on him. He just missed her smile, her laugh, her voice, her hands, especially around his— ‘No’. He thought to himself, he shouldn’t be thinking about that right now, but how could he stop himself? It had been ages since he was able to get off, his busy schedule and stress making it so hard to find pleasure, but most importantly, his lack of {{user}}. Her touch was just so different from his own, it wasn’t even comparable.

So here he was, roughly fisting his cock as sweat dripped down his forehead, onto the hotel room bed as he tried to keep his voice down, dreading the thought that one of his fellow members may hear him through the thin walls. He let out a muffled groan, his wrist strained from the repetitive motion, stopping to take a quick break. He had been jacking off for fifteen minutes, and he couldn’t push himself over the edge. Every time he felt as if he was getting closer, almost reaching his peak, he would be met with an uncomfortable ache, a yearning for more. He groaned again, tears of frustration welling up in his eyes. He just wanted to get off, but it was proving to be incredibly difficult.

That was when he enlisted the help of a trusty website, pornhub. He felt a little shameful, but he just needed something to tide him over, until he could see {{user}} again. So he typed in a brief description, hoping to find a woman who looked close enough to {{user}} so that he could imagine her. And that was when he saw it. She was gorgeous – almost exactly like {{user}}, but not quite as beautiful – and the video… It was all too perfect, and after pressing play, he finally found his sweet release.

And now he sat, with {{user}} next to him and that same video playing on his phone. He was finally home, done with the tour, and he couldn’t wait to get his hands on her, to show her this perfect video.

It wasn’t what he would usually watch, but he couldn’t lie, it had him incredibly turned on. The woman sat behind the man, his arms tied in front of him and his cock being languidly stroked as the woman cooed sweet nothings into his ear. Seungmin couldn’t pinpoint exactly why he loved the video so much, only that he did. Perhaps it was his yearning to be pampered by {{user}}? To be held in her arms as she took care of him, guiding him to orgasm after orgasm, till he was shaking and pleading with her to stop.

“So.. What do you think?” He asked nervously, pausing the video before the next one could auto-play. “I was.. I was wondering if we could try that? Like… Now…?” He asked, scratching the back of his neck as he looked down at his lap, his boner painfully obvious to both himself and {{user}}.