One Night

22. Early Morning *******

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(I hate myself, I'm sorry 😂 but uh...in case you can't tell, this chapter is NOT for the immature audience?)

"Y/n?"

I blink awake to darkness, the feeling of Jungkook's fingers running through my hair, and I blink into the dark of the night, unsure why Jungkook's awake.

"Hm?" My voice is a just-awoken rasp, and I clear my throat slightly, trying to clear the fog in my head.

"I should go," Jungkook says it softly, and I take a moment to process what he said, a smile pulling at my lips as I revel in the fact that he's waking me up rather than just disappearing.

"Do you have to?"

I close my eyes again, swallowing my usual distain at the slightly whiny words that just left my lips, knowing once his warmth is gone I'll be alone, waking up without this feeling of companionship.

A low chuckle leaves Jungkook's chest, and his nose brushes my cheek, almost nuzzling against the skin. "I should."

"When will you come over again?" I know I'm pouting slightly, frowning, at him.

"Probably next week," he murmurs the words, his hand tracing circles on my outer thigh. "I've got a really busy schedule."

"Next week?"

Jungkook chuckles, leaning down to brush his lips against mine. "Yeah."

"That's so long."

"Before tonight, you hadn't seen me for two weeks," Jungkook grins slightly, his hand cradling my cheek, thumb brushing my cheekbone.

"It's different now."

He nods slightly, and I hesitate, unsure, but let my hand wander from where it rests on the small of his back, downward, over his smooth stomach.

"What can I do to make you stay?" I blink at his dark profile, my hand finding its way to run down his side, grazing his hip, brushing my fingers against his already semi-hard area, feeling the way he lets out a hiss of breath, arching into my touch. "Just a little longer?"

Jungkook chuckles slightly, breathy as he closes his eyes. "Are you coersing me into staying for sex?"

"Maybe." I lean forward, pressing my mouth against his, my fingers tracing circles in the fabric of his shorts over his bulge.

"Y/n, you - " he lets out another breath as I brush my fingers against him again, slipping my hand underneath his shorts to palm him slowly, the rough material of his underwear preventing me from actually touching his skin.

"You're driving me insane," he grins slightly, managing to breathe the words, and even in the dark room I can see the way his chest rises and falls unsteadily, a slight sheen of sweat on his forehead catching the tiny bit of light filtering in through my curtains as he leans his head back, letting out a slow breath.

"Really," I whisper the word, leaning forward to brush my lips against his lips as I hesitate, then slip my hand underneath the material of his boxers, my hand finding his skin, gripping him carefully, my hand moving slowly.

A low moan leaves Jungkook's lips, his head falling back against the pillows, and I let my other hand come up to tangle in his hair, tugging slightly on the curls, watching the way his back arches as my hand moves slowly against his skin.

"Don't - "

He lets out a sharp breath as my thumb brushes over his tip, circling him, my wrist moving to pump him gently, slowly, and his every breath is a soft whimper, his hands fisting in the material of my shorts at my hips, shuddering slightly in pleasure as I shift closer to him, the pace of my hand unchanging as I press my lips against his, smiling through the kiss at the low moans as he presses closer to me.