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IN WHICH... HE SENDS HIS GIRLFRIEND A VIDEO WHILE ON TOUR.
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Y/N SAT ON HER BED, SCROLLING THROUGH HER PHONE, TRYING TO DISTRACT HERSELF.
Namil was away, on tour, miles away from their house. The distance was killing her, but she was proud of him. His music was taking off, and tonight was a big night for him, and she knew he must be a bundle of nerves right now.
Her phone buzzed, snapping her out of her thoughts. It was a text from Namil.
"Check your email, baby. Got something for you."
Curious, she quickly opened her email. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw an attachment titled "For Y/N." She clicked on it, and a video started playing.
Namil face appeared on the screen, a smirk playing on his lips. His deep brown eyes were filled with a familiar intensity. "Hey, baby. I miss you like crazy. Wish you were here with me," he said.
As the camera panned down, Y/N's breath hitched. Namil was only in a shirt, but his other half naked, his hand wrapped around his dick. "Been thinking about you all day, ma," he groaned. "Can't wait to be inside you again."
Y/N felt a rush of heat between her legs. She bit her lip, feeling her own arousal build as she watched him stroke himself. She slipped a hand under her shorts, her fingers finding her wetness.
"Fuck, I need you, Y/N," Namil's voice was breathless now, his strokes quickening. "Touch yourself for me. Let me see you come, baby."
Y/N's fingers moved faster, matching the rhythm of his strokes. She moaned softly, her eyes glued to the screen. "I miss you so much, Namil," she whispered, knowing he couldn't hear her but needing to say it anyway.
As the video neared its climax, Namil's moans grew louder, more urgent. "I'm gonna come, baby. Fuck, I wish it was all over you," he groaned, his body tensing. Y/N's own climax hit her hard, her body shuddering with pleasure. She bit down on her lip, stifling a scream.
The video ended with Namil panting, his hand sticky with his release. "Hope you liked the show, ma. See you soon," he said, blowing a kiss to the camera before the screen went dark.
Y/N lay back on her bed, her body still trembling. She felt a mix of longing and satisfaction, her mind replaying the video over and over. She grabbed her phone to text him back.
"Damn, me feeling desperate for you to come back. Good luck tonight, baby."
She hit send and closed her eyes, imagining him next to her, his arms around her. She knew he'd be back soon, and when he was, they'd make up for lost time.
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AUTHORS NOTE; This one is pretty short sorry y'all.
