Heart Throb// Jikook Playboy-ish

Caught red handed

I bit my lip as I slowly stroked myself.
I needed to end this quickly before It got out of hand. I sped up. I squirmed as I harshly bit my lip to keep from moaning.

My phone rang. I jumped scared half to death.
I looked at the ID. Jungkook!!!?? I cleared my throat before answering.
"Hello?" I answered trying to act normal.
"You feeling okay?" His voice was soft but deep. My c*ck pulsated.

"Y-Yeah I'm ok." I bit my lip. I couldn't control myself. I began stroking myself again, feeling impatient. My head shot back.
"Jimin?" He asked.
"Huh?" My voice shook.
"You sure you're ok? You seem a little jittery." He continued.
"I'm fine, I'm just a little tired." I pulled away, softly moaning. He went quiet.
"I'll let you get your sleep then, call me when you wake up." He said.
"Yeah, see you soon." I hung up the phone and continued.

Jungkook pov:
I was about to hang up the phone when I noticed that he didn't. Did he still want to say something?
I was about to call out his name when a soft moan played throughout my car speakers.

I had him on speaker. Was he hurt? Stomach ache? The bruise? I sat back and listened ignoring the urge to call out.

As I listened closely I could hear harsh breathing. Shaky breath's and loud moaning. I smirked. He sounds desperate, I wish I would've been there to help him out.

"Jungkook." He muttered out breathlessly. My eyes widened. I pants grew tight. That little slut. He continued to mutter my name. I squeezed the seat belt lining and leaned back. His voice was so soft and pure. It turned me on knowing that an innocent looking boy could be so dirty.

I held back the urge to touch myself as I listened.
A few minutes later, I heard his moans more clearly now. He was close.

He muttered a curse word before completely breaking down. It went quiet for a few seconds before he sensually yelled at the top of his lungs.
I heard the relief, desperation and lust as he continued to cry out.

I heard his muffled cry's die down and replaced with deep shallow gasps. I stared at the phone, mouth agape as my eyes watered. He's so fucking hot!

I imagined his body laid there with his shirt pulled up, his hair ruffled and his face red.
"You done?" I called out a little angry. How dare he turn me on and be miles away from me. That's inconsiderate.
I heard him harshly gasp before the phone beeped.
I laughed as I continued to drive.