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Yushi’s right hand was wrapped around his dick tightly. His shirt was pulled up past his nipples, his arms held close against his body holding it up. His pants weren’t fully off either, his underwear tucked under his dick, too lazy and too desperate to take them off now.
His hands were moving frantically, up and down, tip to shaft.. He felt hot all over, his mind and his body were in sync, both chasing for release. He feels his eyebrows start to furrow and his breathing is starting to pick up. Quickly, he changes his pace, taking time to rub his tip slowly in the places he likes. Thumbing his slit slowly with pressure, using the palm of his hand to massage around the area. He wants to draw out his orgasm, it feels better that way. Holding it in until he could no longer, brought to tears. To live in this moment for now.
His eyes finally shut, tearing away from the screen of his phone in his left hand. The screen, the reason for Yushi's current state. The reason why Yushi was so worked up on a Tuesday night in his bed, moaning into the air and jerking himself off with such intensity.
Yushi felt his hips start to shake, bucking and practically fucking back into his own hand. He threw his head back against the headboard, throat pointed at the ceiling. He couldn’t contain himself, he couldn’t any longer. He needed this desperately, he needed it so badly: release. The final wave of arousal, the most intense yet, waved over him, his dick began to spurt streams of his cum all over his fist and abs. He was shaking through every moment of it, his eyes shut so tight he started seeing colors.
His chest rose and fell, the silence hitting him after being in his head for so long. Was his room really this silent? Yushi opened his phone after some time finally calming down, there it was:
Jaehee @jaehee2005_
finally posting after some time! enjoy _(┐「ε:)_
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Yushi didn’t know how he discovered @jaehee2005_, or Jaehee—it was some months ago Yushi found his page on Twitter and became instantly hooked. Jaehee, was just some Korean man who jerked off in front of a camera or fucked an occasional toy. Yushi watched his account slowly grow, from a hundred to a couple tens of thousand followers in just a short amount of time. Taking in the money from every drop of engagement he got and the random people who sent him their hard earned salaries. Yushi was just among the many thousands who shamelessly jerked off to Jaehee, though for a broke college student he isn’t spending a dime on him.
No one has ever done it like Jaehee for Yushi. Every account he tried to get into of some hot faceless boy was so boring—and yet Jaehee really sold himself to Yushi, because every night Yushi has found himself in the same place he was yesterday. Checking Jaehee’s account was a ritual in the late hours.
Maybe it was the way his abs shook when he was nearing his orgasm, the way he moaned without a care if he was loud, and his hands. His hands, his hands, they were huge. Just from the videos Yushi could tell Jaehee was bigger than him in every way, it awakened something in him.
He wanted to touch every part of Jaehee’s large body, feel his pecs, his large dick, his long neck, every part of Jaehee’s body was hand sculpted by the Gods. Yushi would kill someone for a night with him, it’s crazy. It’s crazy how Yushi doesn’t even know what Jaehee looks like in the face and yet Yushi’s so enamored by him.
Yushi finally taps off the video, it was just his usual jerking off video but it never gets old. Yushi looks at his profile, he sees his messages are open. Yushi’s thumb instinctively heads to click on it before retracting. Why would he message him?
“Hey! I really like your dick, thanks for helping me orgasm.”
“Hey! Nice dick! Keep jerking off!”
“Hey! Marry me?”
Yushi wondered if he should do it, just for the fun of it. If he never responds (likely) then nothing happens and Yushi continues this ritual.
If he does respond (unlikely), Yushi will figure it out from there. He clicks on the tiny envelope box, types out a simple:
“Hey.”
Yushi closes the message box quickly, realizing the post nut (that had dried and is beginning to crust) feeling drove him to that. Embarrassment crept up on him immediately after and unable to do anything about it, Yushi, full of disgust, cleans himself up with a tissue before cleaning himself down with wipes.
Yushi takes a look at himself in the mirror. He looks at his face, his body, wondering if the mysterious figure Jaehee would find a guy like him attractive. Yushi’s average for a guy, there would be no way Jaehee would ever care about Yushi from Tokyo who is currently studying abroad in Seoul and survives on instant ramen and coffee—right?
The bright light from the sun creeps through his cheap blinds. The morning had arrived and so did the world. He hears conversations outside in the hallway of his dorm room and the ring of his alarm that rang the moment after he woke up. With a slam he turns it off, grabs his phone, and starts his morning scroll through his notifications, eyes barely registering light.
riku
wanna study at a cafe later???
sion
does riku like me be honestttttttttttttttttt
ryo
i miss you let me come to your campus today
@jaehee2005_
hey :)
…? Yushi sprung his body forward, blinked a couple times and reread the message. It wasn’t his mind playing tricks on him. It was really him, he actually texted Yushi back. The unlikely possibility Yushi said he would figure out later—the later had come.
Yushi grabbed a fistful of his hair and opened the chat. The message hadn’t changed but Yushi felt his heart drop a second time as he saw the full chat box now. Out of everyone who probably messages him, why Yushi?
“He probably responds to everyone, the message was five minutes ago he probably just messaged everyone that messaged him yesterday.” Yushi thought to himself. The morning fog of his brain clouded his rationality as he typed a quick response back
@yushiiiii040405
Hi, I didn’t think you would see this!!!!
How are you?
Yushi hurriedly clicked send before he could dwell on what he just did too much. He ran to brush his teeth at the sink of his dorm room, leaving his phone on his bed while staring downwards while contemplating everything. There was no guarantee Jaehee would keep replying to him anyway, why is he worrying?
“He probably just messages everyone back.” He reminds himself once more. Until he heard a buzz from his phone, causing Yushi’s head practically whipped so hard he could’ve broken it. Without a second thought he rushed to his phone that was abandoned on the bed. The black screen lighting up to reveal what he was telling himself would be unlikely, another reply.
@jaehee2005_
i’m good!
about to head out, what about you?
At first, Yushi just stared at the message. He quickly opened it, typing another reply even though Jaehee had just messaged back. This time Yushi dropped his proper grammar when replying,
@yushiiiii040405
same.
i have class later in the day.
Seen
Fuck—Jaehee was reading his texts in real time now. He was still in the chat and Yushi knows he knows he’s available now. Toothbrush still in his mouth Yushi anxiously waits for a reply as Jaehee types. Yushi has never scrubbed his gums this hard until the day before a dentist appointment. The seconds feel like hours before Yushi receives his another message back.
@jaehee2005_
ohhh you must be around my age then! btw, have you been following me for a while?
Yushi felt his whole body freeze at that. “What the fuck,”
is all Yushi could repeat in his head, just staring at the message in the chat below, unable to come up with a reply. Yushi couldn’t believe this message was real—“He had noticed?” To his dismay, another came in.
@jaehee2005_
you've been liking my posts since i began, it’s surprising you're just now messaging me, really.
Yushi felt his heart drop from his stomach to his ass now. Jaehee was just continuously adding fuel to the fire. Hell, Yushi felt like was already a pervert for engaging with this man’s account for so long, but for him to notice? The level of degeneracy Yushi was experiencing at this moment like no other was going to kill him. He instinctively picks up his pillow to let out a little scream but his toothbrush stabs him in the back of the throat, forgetting it’s still in there. He’s not in the best of headspace right now.
Yushi was going to die at 21. This is the end. He can never jerk off again and he will die from sexual frustration because a random Korean man named Jaehee is the only thing that can bring him to an orgasm whom he refuses to look at again. In the middle of his dilemma, he hears another ping from his phone, indicating the problem at hand is back.
Yushi has a predicament now. If he opens the message he might actually die from embarrassment, on another hand he is dying to know. A rather short decision to make, because it took approximately thirty seconds for Yushi to sort it out.
@jaehee2005_
too forward? sorry. let’s be friends.
Yushi’s jaw cartoonishly dropped at that. Did Jaehee, Jaehee, Jaehee out of all people just suggest to be friends with Yushi? He could be some old pervert, why him? Yushi concludes he must be bored. Minutes have passed by at this point and Yushi realizes he’s probably making Jaehee anxious himself. “Best to act on instinct, follow your gut,” and so, Yushi types again without thinking.
@yushiiiii040405
yes
sure
but you dont even know what i look like
Seen
Was he just waiting for Yushi this entire time? Jaehee responds quickly yet again this time.
@jaehee2005_
do you know what i look like?
you only know my body.
i could be anyone for all you know.
@yushiiiii040405
do you want to see my body then to make it fair
Seen
“What the hell am I doing?” Yushi wonders if he woke up on the wrong side of bed, the two seconds it took to type that he doesn’t even remember. Yushi couldn’t even process what’s happening in the first place, then it was as if someone took his phone mid blink and typed that and handed Yushi the phone back when he opened his eyes. Yushi was about to throw his phone before he notices another message,
@jaehee2005_
hmmmmm
i mean its only fair, youve seen every part of me
what do you want to show me?
Yushi was too deep into it, no backing out now. Final nail on the coffin,
@yushiiiii040405
everything
Seen
@jaehee2005_
you’re getting me excited in public now
if you really want to, feel free
don’t feel pressured to please
we can just be friends.
Yushi couldn’t stop wondering what he did to get himself in this predicament. His phone fell out of his hands while he started touching his face, wondering if he was real, his life, maybe he hallucinated Jaehee this whole time too. The worst part though, Yushi actually does want to, despite his lack of confidence. So now, he has about, until “later” to come up with something sexy enough to send to Jaehee. Yushi took to his mirror and started examining his own body.
He pulled his shirt up, noticing his ribs show a bit and his nipples are, nipples. He looked down to the shorts he was wearing, his fat clung a bit to his thighs more than anywhere else, but they weren’t huge, they didn’t give him a figure but made him look quite boyish. His arms weren’t twig like but they weren’t buff, his shoulders were the most manly thing about him, as wide as his friends who were taller than him. Yushi thought to himself for maybe the fifth time ever, “I look kind of desirable.”
Yushi brought his other hand to his nipple, pinching it slightly while looking at himself in the mirror. How his face contorted at the pressure, how the muscle flexed underneath, fuck. Yushi kept pinching his nipple more and more, twisting it different ways before getting ultimately interrupted.
Then another buzz came from his phone, Yushi was about to ignore it but then another buzz followed. Another, another, until Yushi picked up his phone to see it was a call, Riku.
“Yushi! Stop ignoring my texts!” Riku’s loud voice projected despite being at the lowest volume. “I miss you! What are you doing?”
“Riku-kun, I saw you yesterday.” Yushi said flat, embarrassed Riku called while he was literally touching himself in front of the mirror.
“Does it matter? I miss you. Let's hang out today. Study with me!” Riku practically demanded. The problem was for Yushi, when is “later” for Jaehee? His whole day revolves around this… what can Yushi call this? In no shape or form is Yushi ready to go out and not think about it the entire time.
No, this has to be done now. He knows “studying” with Riku is 30% study and 70% talking. Yushi’s logic is, if he sends the picture now, Riku can distract him while Yushi gets over his embarrassment from messaging Jaehee his body.
In his train of thought Yushi begins to wonder why he is doing all of this? Why does it matter? I mean—it’s not like he owes Jaehee anything. Jaehee uploads everything on his free will and—
“Yushi!” Riku interrupts his train of thought. “Are you okay? You seem out of it. Come on. Let’s not even study, let’s just go to a cafe and chat.” Yushi knew Riku was just gonna suggest that sooner or later.
Yushi took a deep breath for the first time since he woke up, “Okay,” he says. “But—not right now. In an hour, call me again.” Riku starts whining on the phone, asking what Yushi’s doing, Yushi murmuring some response in return about Riku needing to “mind his business” before hanging up rather quickly.
So, Yushi technically now has an hour to figure out what to do. Yushi gets off his phone and looks at his mirror. Staring at his face, his face doesn’t matter. Just his body. He needs to figure out how to make his body look good.
His body. He’s not the biggest fan. Sure, Yushi thought to himself he might be desirable, but is he? Yushi walked over and laid down on his bed, pulling his shorts down and his shirt up to his nipples. He wasn’t freakishly small, but he wasn’t big. Average, maybe. Maybe the tiniest bit more long but still relatively normal in length, does Jaehee like people with big dicks?
Yushi slowly started stroking himself at the thought of Jaehee seeing his body. This faceless man, towering over him, his abs, his neck, chest all right above him. The thought of someone with as good looking a body as that kissing all over him, desiring Yushi, wanting his stupid body with his skinny torso and average all over the place.
Yushi’s own hand traveled up to his chest, touching his nipples and imagining it’s Jaehee’s big hands instead. Yushi only knew Jaehee through moans and yet he imagined Jaehee whispering into his ears.
“You’re so cute Yushi.”
“You’re getting all worked up.”
“You’re doing so good for me.”
Yushi felt his thighs shake while imagining what the man’s breath would feel against his neck while he spoke, the proximity of it, how close and intimate Jaehee would be. While jerking off Yushi couldn’t stop thinking about how much better Jaehee’s body is, he’s so manly, built in the right places, so hot, so, so hot. Yushi is nothing compared to Jaehee, how lucky he would be for Jaehee to even give him a chance. Jaehee is the optime of manhood.
Jaehee was perfect. Yushi could imagine Jaehee so well, with his perfect body, perfect abs and vocal chords that strung melodies of harmonious moans into the air. Every breath Jaehee took, every groan interrupted with another, every sign of pleasure on Jaehee’s body was always so evident.
His pelvic bone slapping against Yushi’s ass with every hard thrust—Yushi thinks he likes it hard. He wouldn’t mind Jaehee using him like a toy. Yushi’s imagination wandered off to Jaehee pounding into him, drawing back just to ram himself back into Yushi’s insides.
Yushi has had manyimaginations with Jaehee, this faceless man who could make Yushi orgasm faster than anyone or anything could. To Yushi, Jaehee was the embodiment of the type of man Yushi would lose his virginity to. To be ruined by him with every perfect curvature of his body felt inciting. To have a disgustingly hot man with a huge dick absolutely touching him, Jaehee’s wandering big hands that run over Yushi’s smaller frame.
Yushi was nearing his orgasm already, his back arched up, eyes shut, fucking his own hand as fast as he can.
Yushi kept muttering out Jaehee’s name in broken sobs, “Jae…J—Jaehee.” Yushi came with a final choke of a sob. His breath stilling while he shot ropes onto his stomach, back still arched and tears running down his cheeks—was it his own self deprecation or the idea of Jaehee.
Yushi’s back fell down and he watched his chest rise and fall, his small chest. Yushi pulled out his phone to look at himself, opening his camera. His, now softening, dick laid beginning to lay against his stomach, his nipples were perky from being played with, and the remnants of his arousal and lust apparent on his stomach. He snapped a picture and drew the phone close to his face, examining it.
He didn’t look half bad. His figure was clearly on the smaller side but his shoulders looked so broad—was that him? He just jerked off first thing in the morning, how embarrassing. At least he looked like a man. His arms were still skinny but he didn’t expect that to change overnight. Yushi opened his chatbox with Daeyoung and selected the image. His finger was paused over the sent button, he closed his eyes and just went for it. Opening them to cringe at the fact he actually sent it. It would be weird right? To not send a message following after his dick?
@yushiiiii040405
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does this work
The creak of the old doorway made a loud entrance every time Jaehee arrived at his dorm. His dormitory with thin walls, discolored wallpaper and a single air purifier kept him alive. The thud of the backpack landed on the floor in sync with Jaehee’s body on his bed, exhaustion plagued his body.
He had felt the buzz of his phone in his pocket earlier during class, but worries of his professor giving him a talking deterred him from opening it. Jaehee shuffled his phone out of his pocket to see two notifications, a smirk spreading on his face.
He opens the two notifications that led him to the app, the three seconds the picture took to load caused a shiver of worry down his spine. When the picture loaded Jaehee felt his smirk drop and his gaze fix.
He wasn’t a fat old man, he was normal, his body was attractive. His physique differed largely from Jaehee’s own but nonetheless it was attractive. Jaehee felt himself grinding his dick into the mattress.
“This is going to be fun.” He thought to himself.