Y/N's phone buzzes next to her, and her mother was the first to see Jungkook messaging her, taking the hint that it was time for them to leave. "Oh yes, that's a good idea, but we can discuss this closer to the day. It's getting very late and I'm our Y/N is tired."
Mr Lee hums and rises to his feet. "We'll start making our way back to the house, call us if you need anything," he says, placing a kiss on her forehead and heading to the door.
Y/N waves at them from the sofa until they disappear behind the door.
She picks up her phone and responds to his messages:
Don't apologise, it was unexpected so it's understandable.
And sorry I gave you blue balls <3
She sends the last message and immediately heads to her room, changing into her pyjamas where she remembers she left her bra in his car.
My bra is missing...
Jungkook smiles cheekily at his phone. He reaches over to grab the bra left in his car in his grip, swinging the material around his fingers.
You left it for me in the car. I guess it could be forgiven for you giving me blue balls.
Jungkook turns his camera on to send a picture of him with his bra in one hand and her panties in the other. His stupid grin doesn't let off his face the entire time.
Call me.
She quickly throws on a loose t-shirt before video calling him. Y/N sat on her bed, her phone ringing a few times before Jungkook picked up, and when he picked up, she was met with Jungkook holding her bra in his hands, a mischievous smirk on his face.
She rolls her eyes at him, watching him swing the article around his fingers. "Don't do anything with it.." she mumbles, a countless number of scenarios of what he could possibly do with them flooding her mind.
"Hey, I'm a horny asshole, but I'm not a pervert," Jungkook holds his chest looking very offended. However, he could see why she may think that; Jungkook didn't think twice to hooking up with her for the first time.
"I should start a collection on how many bras and panties I get from you after we fuck," Jungkook chuckles. He leans back against his best, showing only his bare upper half in the camera frame.
"Why? So you can classify it as an achievement?" she jokes, poking at his competitive nature.
Y/N places her phone up against the lamp on her bedside table, sitting crossed leg on her bed, giving Jungkook a view of her in nothing but her t-shirt. "But hey..." she raises her arms in defence, "...if using my undergarments helps you relieve your horniness, then so be it. I'm not gonna judge you Jeon," she laughs lightly. "I think we've all got our own ways to get off."
"Hm, you think you're cute don't you?" Jungkook rolls his eyes. He shifts onto his side, propping his phone to show half of his body. "If I can recall, you touched yourself while I was showering in front of you," Jungkook raises his hand in defense, laughing a bit at the memory. "If my way to get off is with your bra, then yours has to be voyerism, right?" Jungkook moves up a bit to the camera screen, squinting his eyes to see if she had anything underneath her oversized t-shirt.
Her cheeks grow a slight hue of red from the memory. "You could be right," she shrugs, making it seem not very important. Such small talk about the topic had her body growing hot already. "Wanna find out?" she whispers, picking her phone up placing it down on the her bed frame, giving Jungkook a view of her bare legs.
"Hm, I like that idea," Jungkook grins, tuning into the phone like it was a movie. This felt more erratic than any porno he'd ever seen. "What are you going to show me baby?" He tilts his head to the side, awaiting for an answer. As odd as it might be, Jungkook mainly stared at her legs. He found them long and pretty to say the least.
Jungkook tugs on his bottom lip, "I want to see what you do whenever I'm not there."
Y/N leans her head back against the headboard, using her cushions to support her lower back. With every movement, her shirt rode up along her thighs, giving Jungkook just the slightest peek of her cunt. "You seem very eager, Jungkook.." she chuckles, noticing the way he inched closer to the screen.
"Stop teasing me and do it," Jungkook says rather impatiently.
God, did he wish that he was there to witness the show in person.
Jungkook could feel himself tighten around the material of his boxers already and he didn't get a chance to touch himself just yet. "Open your legs. I wanna see," Jungkook commands.
With no hesitation, she slowly opens her legs upon demand, her camera picking up the bare view between her legs. It was clear that Y/N was holding in all the pent up frustration from before with how her folds were glistening under the dim light of her room.
She didn't even need to prepare herself because she already had the pad of her middle finger prodding at her entrance before slowly sinking her finger inside with a shaky breath. Though her fingers weren't much, having Jungkook in mind made these sessions go from a 0 to 100.
"Fuck..." Jungkook mumbles in pure shock at how wet she was. Watching closely as her fingers disappear in and out of her glistening folds, Jungkook couldn't help but give himself some type of relief.
He sits up so Y/N would be able to see him gently gripping onto his clothed erection. A quiet groan of her name falls from his his lips desperately as he tries to keep his eyes on her. "Feel good baby?" Jungkook asks breathlessly, finally prying his boxers off the work his hand on his member.
Y/N nods desperately, her eyes lighting up at the sight of Jungkook's hard cock. She throws her head back against her cushions, her mouth falling open as she fucked herself at a steady pace.
If only it was actually Jungkook fucking into her.
"I-it would be better if you were here," she whimpers, prying her legs open wider for him.
Jungkook couldn't wait any longer.
He took his hand off of his hard cock and grabbed ahold of his phone. Sliding on some sweats and a pair of sandals, grabbing his keys. "I'll be there in a minute. Do not touch yourself until I get there," Jungkook looks at his phone for a brief second before climbing into his car,
"Understood?"
Too consumed by her own desires, she continued to fuck herself to the thought of him. Her thighs shook with each thrust and she soon realised one finger wasn't enough for her to reach her high, so she inserted another, using her thumb to stimulate her clit.
Jungkook had already ended the call and was on his way, but here she was, a complete mess in her bed.
****
"You couldn't wait for me to get here?" Jungkook chuckles darkly, staring down at her with pure lust. Like Y/N, Jungkook looked like a mess. His hair was disheveled and his lips were swollen.
"Well keep going, don't let me stop you."
****
"D-don't stop.." she tells him, raising her hips off the mattress so he could reach deeper insider her. "I want you to finish inside me," she pouts, placing her palm on the back of his neck to pull him down for a kiss. It wasn't an aggressive kiss, it was more of a gentle one, almost romantic with how slow they were moving.
With Y/N's tender lips on his, he couldn't give a warning without coming undone instantly; his strings of white seeping out of her cunt.
His heavy breaths become pants and his hips come to a stop however, Jungkook doesn't stop kissing her back. The words 'I love you' on the tip of his tongue, but the courage he had to say it was slim to none.
Instead, he slowly pulls out and moves himself off of her. "I'll go get you cleaned up," Jungkook tells her as he leaves to go into the bathroom.
Y/N hums as she tries to steady her breathing, her thighs twitching every now and then. Her fingertips ghost over her lips, the tingly sensation from Jungkook's lips still lingering.
Jungkook came out of the bathroom and back into her room with a fresh towel in hand, lightly wiping away the mess between her legs.
"Are you okay?" she asks softly, brushing her hands through his hair. The gesture could be seen as adoring and romantic, but they both knew, with little doubt, it was nothing of the sort.
Their eyes meet for a second, "Yeah, I'm fine," Jungkook dismisses quickly, finishing cleaning up her body. He tosses the towel into her laundry basket before laying beside her in bed. His mind was racing with various thoughts about his relationship with Y/N and it worried him in a sense.
He wasn't suppose to feel this way.
She could tell from his face he seemed a little off, and she couldn't help but think she must've done something wrong, but with the way he brushed past the subject, she realised he probably wasn't down to talk about whatever was bothering him.
Y/N turned around so her back was pressed against his front, a hand under her pillow.
Jungkook sighs, reaching to place his hand over her hips but he chooses against it. Instead, he lays onto his back with his hands folded over each other.
Morning came soon enough and Jungkook was gone way before Y/N woke up.
The possibility of having her question his distinctive manner drove him away.
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