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𝙍𝙊𝙐𝙉𝘿 𝙏𝙒𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙔 𝙀𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏: 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙃𝙀𝙇𝙇 𝙄𝙉 𝙃𝙀𝘼𝙑𝙀𝙉
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TW: Andrea uses Jungkook as a form of self-harm
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THE WHOLE NIGHT WAS A BLUR RIGHT before their eyes, the best blur of a night they've ever had -though it's a first for Andrea so she doesn't have much to compare it to. It was a messy intermingling of some mini golf which almost lead to Jungkook falling into a pond, some drunken singing down the sidewalks of Chicago, and a lot of taxis. 2:03 in the morning and now they were sitting nearly passed out in an empty subway cart, hardly even able to remember their stop so they can get to Jungkook's place so they can drink gallons of water, pee it all out (while also probably missing the toilet because their aim right now is absolutely shit, and they pass out on his bed until morning.
But plans are meant to go astray. They've been drinking some water here and there to ensure they don't put themselves in a vulnerable situation but they were still drunk and so far 1/3 of their sexual encounters so far have been while they were drunk, why not make it 1/2? Something about them hardly being able to think clearly made them so horny for each other, fuzzied their already hazed mind until it was all they could think about, fucking each other.
Bam was already at the door the moment Jungkook unlocked it and tossed it open, but he went unnoticed beyond a gentle pat on his head from Andrea as he drags her to his bedroom and closes the door behind them, leaving Bam in his doggish confusion before he walked back to his crate to lay down.
Jungkook had Andrea pressed against the wall within a second, their vodka-stained lips finding each other not a moment later. He's so desperate to have her and for her to have him and that pleased Andrea. She's never met a man who wanted to be hers just as much as he wanted her to be his. She's not used to not feeling like she was the property of whatever man happened to convince her to come to bed with him.
"Do you know how hard I've been all night?" Jungkook whispers against her lips, hands grappling at her hips to press himself against her. His lips frantically kiss at her neck, showing her just how much he wants her. "So fucking distracting all night." He's fortunate that his body decided to cooperate this time. There were two options when he was drunk. Jungkook was either unreasonably horny and hard for hours on end or, the alternative option was that he got whiskey dick and couldn't get it up for anything. Depending on the situation, one was worse than the other.
Andrea hooked her leg on his waist and immediately Jungkook went to grip her thigh and hold it up. "I'm hard for you too, honey." He knows, he can feel it pressed just as hard against him as he is to her. The rough friction of their pants offers them very little relief. They need less clothing, much, much less. It's fine, dry humping is fun too.
