"You wouldn't.." she scoffs, challenging him. Jungkook always kept his word when it came to things like this, but surely he wouldn't, especially in such a public setting where herself nor him would be able to find easy release.
And Jungkook does just what she thinks he wouldn't dare to try. His fingers trail slowly through her clothed folds, moving ever so carefully so no one would see the movement of his hands underneath the blanket.
"You underestimate me too much Lee," Jungkook whispers lowly in her ear. He manages to push her panties to the side and start his torturous movements with the pad of his fingers on her clit.
"Jungkook, don't.." she breathes out, her voice barely above a whisper. Y/N could've easily stopped him from doing anything more by simply just pulling his hand out from between her legs.
But she didn't.
No matter how many times she told him to stop, her body would betray her words, which was exactly what was happening right now.
She raised her hips off her seat, pushing herself against his fingers, and when she glanced over at Jungkook, he had the most amusing smirk on his face and she wanted nothing more than to wipe it off.
"You're enjoying this aren't you?" Jungkook teases, rolling his fingers up and down on her dripping core. His fingers tempt to dip inside of her warm walls, but edging them in halfway was far more entertaining to him.
"No," she scoffs, crossing her arms and turning away from him. Jungkook had now turned the game on to her, and she was not happy about it.
"You know we have a curtain that can hide whatever we're doing from everyone..."he trails off, "But we aren't doing anything, right?"
"You're right. We aren't doing anything, so the curtain isn't necessary," Y/N mumbles, avoiding his gaze. Her legs slowly close against his hand, hoping her movements would somehow magically slip his fingers inside her, but her efforts were deemed useless.
"Okay, we won't do anything then," Jungkook says simply as he pulls his hand away from where she needed him the most. He pops his fingers right into his mouth, turning away from the girl right after.
"It's gonna be a long flight, so I might rest for a bit. Wake me up when you need me," Jungkook fake yawns, closing his eyes with a smile.
Y/N stared at him cluelessly, watching Jungkook actually go to sleep instead of helping her, and she didn't wanna directly tell him she wanted him knowing it would make her look weak.
She huffs and gets out of her seat, heading straight to the first class cubicle to cool off.
The first class toilets were rather large with room for a shower, but all Y/N needed to do was stop herself from doing something silly, like pouncing on Jungkook.
Jungkook cracks an eye open as he watches her leave in a huff. A knowing smile spreads across his face and he couldn't help but chuckle at how annoyed she was.
Of course he was going to help her out, but he wouldn't rush to it unless she let her guard down, so he rises up from his seat and goes to check on her in the restroom.
"Pretty spacious in here isn't it?" Jungkook grins when he enters the cubicle.
"I thought you were sleeping?" she mumbles, slowly turning around to face him as she leans her lower back against the marble counter. "And uh.. yeah, pretty spacious for an aeroplane," she says, looking around the expensive white and gold tiled room.
The tension between the two was palpable and it was slowly killing her. "You should probably go back to sleep, no?"
Jungkook leans in closer, "Do you want me to go back to sleep?" His body towers over hers, looking down at her. A hand slips around her waist and his lips are only a short distance away from hers.
"We have enough room in here to do something, don't you think?"
She looks up at him with a slight pout, her doe eyes feigning need and innocence. Y/N doesn't respond to him, but her silence spoke volumes. She places her hand on top of his, pulling his body closer to hers, leaving her lower back forced right up against the counter.
"What can we do in here?"
"You tell me..." Jungkook trails off, leaning in to connect his lips with hers for a brief second. His warm lips meets hers, dragging them softly down her neck. "What do you want to do in here?" he asks once again.
His hand find its way to her clothed cunt again, looking up at her and awaiting an answer. "Need help here?"
Y/N nods slowly, carefully lifting herself up onto the counter and opening her legs for him to stand between them. "You've made me wait long enough, Jeon." her lips skim over Jungkook's jaw, placing soft kisses against his skin.
He looks up at the mirror in front of them, smiling to himself knowing what was under his sleeve.
"I want you to watch yourself as I fuck you."
She looks over her shoulder to the mirror behind her to find Jungkook smirking at her through the reflection.
Y/N uses her hands to guide his down her body, stopping right where she needed him most. She uses her own fingers to unbutton the loose blouse she was wearing, stopping halfway to show a little cleavage.
"I think we should keep some things to the imagination, don't you think?" Of course, this was her way of being a tease, but realistically speaking, they didn't have much time otherwise the other passengers would grow suspicious.
"I'll save that for when we get to Paris," Jungkook grins as he does the honor of unbuttoning the rest of her blouse, along with her bottoms coming right off before lifting her off the counter and forcing her to face the mirror, slightly bending her over the sink.
He unbuckles his belt and slides his pants down to show his very angry cock waiting to feel some sort of relief after all that teasing.
"Try and keep quiet then, yeah?" Jungkook moves his hand to cover her mouth as he enters slides inside of her slowly.
Her breath gets caught in her throat, as Jungkook slipped inside of her. The moan that followed came out muffled against his palm and she was lucky there was no one outside to hear.
"Mmh—"
Once Jungkook completely bottoms out, she raises her head to look at herself in the mirror, already exhausted from the stretch.
"I've barely started and you're already falling apart," Jungkook grins quite amused at her reaction. He shifts his hips back to thrust into her again, much rougher than before. Taking his bottom lip between his teeth, he refrains from letting any groans slip out, but looking at the state of Y/N in the mirror was making it hard to withstand.
"When you keep a girl waiting for so long—" she was interrupted by Jungkook's tip reaching right to her cervix, "Fuck— I can't even remember what I was gonna say," she chuckles lightly.
Gripping onto the side of her hips, he finds a steady pace that would be quiet but also enjoyable for them.
The slight turbulence from the airplane almost made her stumble, but Jungkook had a strong grip on her to prevent her from falling.
"Don't blame your stubbornness on me," Jungkook let's out breathlessly. He holds her closer to his embrace, pulling her back flush against his chest he rammed his hips against her ass. "God, you feel so good," he sighs, rolling his head back.
"Mhm, you could've just taken me right then and there," she fired back, staring at him through the mirror, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
Jungkook rolls his eyes mid groan and grasps onto her neck with force. Using her hips and her neck as leverage for himself, that cocky smile on his face only seemed to grow more. "And let you win again? Not gonna let that happen again sweetheart," her chuckles darkly, speeding up the pace of his brutal thrusts.
Y/N wanted to ask him what the issue was with her winning, but the growing tightness in her stomach indicated to her that she was close. "Fuck you, I'm always going to win," she seethes, her hands desperately grabbing onto his locks.
Jungkook's harsh hold around her neck was eventually beginning to take a toll on her, her mouth hanging open after every thrust. "I'm so close..." she chokes out, her eyesight almost hazy.
"Fuck-" Jungkook breathes out before speeding up the pace of his hips to bring them both to a finish. Right when pure bliss is takes over the two, Jungkook leans down to slam his lips against hers.
His lips moves hungrily on hers, swallowing every moan sent his way as he painter her inner walls white, breathing slowly and stoping his hips to regain his composure.
Her first time fucking on a plane, and it went far better than she'd expected.