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Okay, I told Shari I would attempt to write a fic for her, and I did! Hope you enjoy it, hon.
Title: Sweet Dreams
Author:
seekin4therapy
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Yoochun is having trouble sleeping. Who could the mysterious person in his dreams be? And once he realizes who it is, what will he do about it? Fluff, smut, angst…?
Please be gentle. It’s my first time :) (I don't know if this should be chaptered, or if I sould keep it a one-shot...)
/He stroked the hot, throbbing organ, sliding his finger over the slit and smearing pre-cum around the head. The person above him gasped and panted, whimpering every now and then, twisting the bed sheets hard enough to tear. He lowered his head slowly, bringing the erection to his mouth. His lips closed over the tip, and the person cried out…/
“SHIT!” Yoochun shot up, nearly falling out of his bed. He looked around frantically, searching for what had woken him up. His gaze finally came to a rest on the tent in his pajama bottoms. “Oh man,” he groaned, smacking his forehead. “It was just a dream. A damn good one, I might add.” He cursed the fates for waking him before he could see who the beautiful boy was. The dream had seemed so real, as though he was actually there, doing it (A/N: no pun intended). He shut his eyes tightly, trying to recall the vivid images.
‘Slender legs wrapped around his waist, hugging him closer to that small, lithe body. A perfectly chiseled chest, slightly muscled with rosy nipples hardening to little peaks, rising and falling with each panting breath the boy took. Shapely arms clung to his neck, delicate fingers threading through his mussed hair. A long porcelain neck arched up gracefully to meet a sweetly heart shaped face. His lips were full and pink, trembling with suppressed passion. A slight nose curved gently up, not to big and not to small; perfect. Messy auburn hair fell around the boys shell shaped ears, soft to the touch, maybe even softer than HIS hair…nah. Just as he saw the almond shaped eyes…’
“DAMN!” Yoochun once again cursed his luck. The image had faded away just as if he was trying to hold water in his cupped hands. “Double damn.” He had another problem to take care of. He got out of bed and grabbed a towel, stepping out into the hallway and looking around to see if any of the other members were up, before rushing into the bathroom. He slipped his night shirt off over his head and discarded it on the floor along with his pants and briefs. By now, his “problem” had diminished a little, but enough was left to annoy him. He turned on the water, the hot spray soothing as well as burning his tanned skin. He stepped in, wondering how he was going to deal with this one. An idea struck him. He picked up a sponge and lathered it with lavender soap. As he slowly caressed his body with it, he closed his eyes and imagined the boy was in the shower with him, bathing him and running the sponge tantalizingly over his flushed skin. He traced light circles on his stomach, pretending it was the boy’s tongue lapping up the water and sweat. He groaned, seeing that hot pink organ trailing down his stomach, dipping into his navel, working its way maddeningly towards the point of his desire. Yoochun dropped the sponge, wrapping a hand around his shaft, hissing as he finally acquired the friction he craved.
‘To hell with it all!’ he thought, and started pumping himself for all he was worth. He imagined the boy’s heated mouth surrounding him, swallowing him whole, delving deep into that hot, sweet cavern. He moaned, a deep vibration in the back of his throat. The heat was throbbing all around him, and as he pulled back and slammed himself deeper, the boy hummed deep in his throat, strumming the chords of Yoochun’s desire. It was too much, and with one last thrust he came, crying out with the force of it. It seemed to last forever, and when it was finally over, Yoochun felt as though his brains had liquefied and shot out with his seed. That had been one of the most amazing experiences he’d ever had, and it was only a dream! “Damn is my sex life non-existent,” he mumbled to himself, turning off the shower and stepping out. As he toweled himself dry, pulling on his pants and exiting the bathroom, the single word he had cried out when he orgasmed echoed back through the bathroom:
“Junsu!”
Tbc…?
Aigoo~ *blushes* Tell me what you think, okay bb?
Title: Sweet Dreams
Author:
seekin4therapy
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Yoochun is having trouble sleeping. Who could the mysterious person in his dreams be? And once he realizes who it is, what will he do about it? Fluff, smut, angst…?
Please be gentle. It’s my first time :) (I don't know if this should be chaptered, or if I sould keep it a one-shot...)
/He stroked the hot, throbbing organ, sliding his finger over the slit and smearing pre-cum around the head. The person above him gasped and panted, whimpering every now and then, twisting the bed sheets hard enough to tear. He lowered his head slowly, bringing the erection to his mouth. His lips closed over the tip, and the person cried out…/
“SHIT!” Yoochun shot up, nearly falling out of his bed. He looked around frantically, searching for what had woken him up. His gaze finally came to a rest on the tent in his pajama bottoms. “Oh man,” he groaned, smacking his forehead. “It was just a dream. A damn good one, I might add.” He cursed the fates for waking him before he could see who the beautiful boy was. The dream had seemed so real, as though he was actually there, doing it (A/N: no pun intended). He shut his eyes tightly, trying to recall the vivid images.
‘Slender legs wrapped around his waist, hugging him closer to that small, lithe body. A perfectly chiseled chest, slightly muscled with rosy nipples hardening to little peaks, rising and falling with each panting breath the boy took. Shapely arms clung to his neck, delicate fingers threading through his mussed hair. A long porcelain neck arched up gracefully to meet a sweetly heart shaped face. His lips were full and pink, trembling with suppressed passion. A slight nose curved gently up, not to big and not to small; perfect. Messy auburn hair fell around the boys shell shaped ears, soft to the touch, maybe even softer than HIS hair…nah. Just as he saw the almond shaped eyes…’
“DAMN!” Yoochun once again cursed his luck. The image had faded away just as if he was trying to hold water in his cupped hands. “Double damn.” He had another problem to take care of. He got out of bed and grabbed a towel, stepping out into the hallway and looking around to see if any of the other members were up, before rushing into the bathroom. He slipped his night shirt off over his head and discarded it on the floor along with his pants and briefs. By now, his “problem” had diminished a little, but enough was left to annoy him. He turned on the water, the hot spray soothing as well as burning his tanned skin. He stepped in, wondering how he was going to deal with this one. An idea struck him. He picked up a sponge and lathered it with lavender soap. As he slowly caressed his body with it, he closed his eyes and imagined the boy was in the shower with him, bathing him and running the sponge tantalizingly over his flushed skin. He traced light circles on his stomach, pretending it was the boy’s tongue lapping up the water and sweat. He groaned, seeing that hot pink organ trailing down his stomach, dipping into his navel, working its way maddeningly towards the point of his desire. Yoochun dropped the sponge, wrapping a hand around his shaft, hissing as he finally acquired the friction he craved.
‘To hell with it all!’ he thought, and started pumping himself for all he was worth. He imagined the boy’s heated mouth surrounding him, swallowing him whole, delving deep into that hot, sweet cavern. He moaned, a deep vibration in the back of his throat. The heat was throbbing all around him, and as he pulled back and slammed himself deeper, the boy hummed deep in his throat, strumming the chords of Yoochun’s desire. It was too much, and with one last thrust he came, crying out with the force of it. It seemed to last forever, and when it was finally over, Yoochun felt as though his brains had liquefied and shot out with his seed. That had been one of the most amazing experiences he’d ever had, and it was only a dream! “Damn is my sex life non-existent,” he mumbled to himself, turning off the shower and stepping out. As he toweled himself dry, pulling on his pants and exiting the bathroom, the single word he had cried out when he orgasmed echoed back through the bathroom:
“Junsu!”
Tbc…?
Aigoo~ *blushes* Tell me what you think, okay bb?