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𝙍𝙊𝙐𝙉𝘿 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙍𝙏𝙔: 𝘼𝘿𝘿 𝙎𝙊𝙈𝙀 𝙃𝙊𝙉𝙀𝙔 𝙏𝙊 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝙊𝙁𝙁𝙀𝙀
JUNGKOOK OBVIOUSLY WANTED THIS TO BE SPECIAL, to mean something to her, Andrea could tell. He didn't want this to be some ordinary fuck. He had just confessed his love to her, of course, he didn't want this to be meaningless. He needed every kiss, every touch, every look into each other's eyes to say "I love you".
Jungkook carried her to her room and she held on to him like he'd up and leave at any second. He assured her with a gentle rub against the thighs his fingers were currently digging into. When he sets her down on the mess of comforters and tear-stained pillows, Jungkook's lips are on hers. He moans into her mouth tasting her. Black coffee, little cream and sugar, so specific, so unique to her. It lingered on his lips like she had written her signature on them, claimed them as hers so no one else could have them.
Andrea feels his hands slip beneath her shirt once more, warm palms against her hips and fingertips a bit moist with her precum slip beneath her underwear. He slides them down her legs, over her knees, and past her ankles until they're nothing more than discarded clothing on the floor. Violent shivers rattle her body as he removes his shirt from her body and leaves her open and exposed to the cold air in her room. Her nipples are hard, erect just as another part of her body which sits nestled between her legs.
Jungkook doesn't shy away from it as he usually does. He sees her close her legs with the fluidness of habit, of instinct installed in her by him. She knows he usually doesn't like looking at it, acknowledging its existence like a bad ex or a creepy uncle. Andrea can see that he doesn't like it, how easy this comes to her, how accustomed she is to it. His hands slip between her knees and pry her legs apart.
Nice and stiff against her abdomen, there's a small puddle of precum smeared just under her belly button. He should be honored. She's never been so aroused before. Didn't even know she could produce this much pre-cum before.
A smiles tugs at the corner of Jungkook's lips. He's never looked at it directly before and now that he is, he's noticing things he probably would have found charming. It curved slightly to the left, with a little mole just at the base of her cock. It's not very big, if he had asked about it, Andrea would have explained that it was because she didn't have enough testosterone when she hit puberty for it to grow. He likes it. How it fits in his hand, the tip just barely peeking out over the top of his hand.
"Pretty."
It makes Andrea flustered, her heart races a bit faster than before. "Don't say stupid stuff like that." She whispers meekly, glancing at him as he grabs his shirt by the hem and pulls it over his head. He's gorgeous and he knows it. He knows she loves the tattoos which cover his right arm in inky images of black, she loves his broad shoulders and thin waist, his boyishly charming smile, and disheveled hair he never bothers to fix up unless it's an important occasion.
