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Your really needy but Jeongin is still in the practice room.

⭒ֺ𓏲 🌷 ִֶָ⭒

  It was 5 AM, and you were lying in bed, your body aching with need. Jeongin was still at the practice room, busy with preparations for his comeback. You tried to distract yourself, but the hours had stretched on unbearably, and you couldn't shake the desire burning inside you.

  Unable to resist any longer, you grabbed your phone and sent him a text. "Hey."

  A moment later, your phone buzzed with his reply. "Hi baby, what do you need?"

  Your heart raced as you typed out your response, fingers trembling slightly. "You, on the bed, inside me."

  There was a brief pause before Jeongin replied, "What? I'm still at practice, you can't be sending texts like that."

  You whined softly, feeling a mixture of frustration and excitement. "But I need you, Jeongin."

  Taking a deep breath, you decided to take things a step further. You pulled up your shirt and took a picture of your breasts, your nipples hard and begging for attention. You sent the picture to him with a quick message, "Look what you're missing."

  The phone buzzed again almost immediately. "Babe, you really can't be doing this right now," he replied, the tension evident in his words.

  Ignoring his warning, you slipped your hand between your legs, snapping a picture of your pussy, wet with arousal. You sent it to him with another message, "I need you so bad."

  After sending the picture, you threw your phone to the side, the buzzing notifications signaling that Jeongin was responding. You lay back on the bed, trying to distract yourself by watching something on your laptop, but your mind kept drifting back to Jeongin and the desire you felt.

You sighed in frustration, your arousal not diminishing despite your attempts to distract yourself. You picked up your laptop and started watching some videos on YouTube, hoping they might take your mind off Jeongin and the burning need you felt. But it was impossible to focus; every few seconds, you found yourself glancing at your phone, wondering if he had seen your last message.

  After what felt like an eternity, your phone buzzed again. You grabbed it eagerly, your heart pounding in your chest. Jeongin had sent a string of messages.

  "Baby, you're killing me."

  "You know I can't concentrate when you send me stuff like that."

  "I'm trying to finish up here."

  You bit your lip, feeling a surge of satisfaction mixed with frustration. "Please hurry," you typed back, your fingers trembling. "I need you so much."

  You waited, the seconds ticking by painfully slow. Then, another buzz. This time, it was a picture. You opened it, and your breath hitched in your throat. There he was, shirtless, his toned body glistening with sweat from practice. And lower, his pants were pushed down just enough to reveal his rock-hard cock, standing proud and ready.

  "Is this what you wanted to see?" his next text read.

  A moan escaped your lips as you stared at the picture, your fingers brushing over the screen as if you could touch him through it. You quickly typed back, "Yes. I need that inside me."

  The phone buzzed again. "Almost done here. Keep yourself ready for me."

  You whimpered softly, your hand sliding down between your legs again, unable to resist the urge to touch yourself. You imagined Jeongin's hands on you, his mouth on your skin, his cock filling you completely. Your fingers moved faster, trying to chase the release that you so desperately needed.