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39. spicy

surprise! double update!

got a little carried away... soft stans shouldn't participate in reading until the asterisks.

39.

My whole body clenches in shock after hearing the words leave his mouth. His voice is unusually deep, serious and low. It's almost just a vibration of his throat articulating words.

I want this. So badly do I want this.

I know how much confidence it must have taken him to even fathom the thought of saying this. Given that he found the courage tells me that he is opening up himself for me little by little. His bold actions assure me that this is what he wants, and I'm not pressuring him into any decisions.

How does that make me feel? Like the luckiest woman on the planet. Jeon Jungkook is practically drooling over eating me out. He is continuously licking his lips in a nervous habit, waiting for me to respond.

My body is responding enough. My core is basically dripping as I'm staring at his lips— all pouty and swollen.

I lean in and kiss him as my response. He is my boyfriend. This is him. I shouldn't feel ashamed for diving into a sexual journey of exploration with my inexperienced boyfriend— and I don't. I am somewhat eager to see what will happen, but it is mostly because I can practically feel myself throbbing.

His torturous fingers against my skin now have a different connotation to them. I'm visualizing him pushing against the confines of my shorts, teasing me with the pads of his fingers as my head falls back into a pillow for him.

I'm panting at my fantasies, because I want them to be real. I know my shy boyfriend will be capable. I know it.

I act selfishly and slide his shirt off his shoulders. I bite down on his lip, and pull it in between my teeth lightly, playful to get him more comfortable. I can feel his smile, and the small touches here and there on my thigh.

Jungkook is very adamant about what he wants to do. It takes everything in me not to squirm when his palm slides smoothly against the tender skin on my inner thigh. He sits up and leans over, pushing me to my back.

I'm out of breath from the anticipation. I can't get over the feeling that this is his first. I bring his mouth to mine again, forcefully gripping the back of his neck to get him a little bit more excited. I feel at his trousers, his length having  grown in size.

He breathes heavily and starts to trail his kisses down my neck, towards my collarbones, across my chest. I relax into the bed and feel chills at the feeling of his expansive hand urging my legs apart. His hand slips under my shirt, unconfidently swirling little nothings against my stomach.

I grab his hand and force his palms to squeeze my breast. His cheeks are flushed, and he remains quiet in that Jungkook habit he has— he is very concentrated. He loses sense of dialogue whenever he is trained on doing a specific task.

"I want you so bad," I whine from under my breath.

He presses his lips against mine again. I know that he is just taking a long time because he is trying to gain confidence, but the torture of waiting is making me want it even more. I urge his free hand down towards the waistband of my shorts.

I want him to kiss me while I moan into his mouth. I want him to experience what his hand can do to me.

I don't let his mouth leave mine as I allow his hand under the material of my shorts. My heart is racing, because with my eyes closed and by feeling the soft pads of his fingers sliding down my exposed skin— I am reeling in every ounce of attention he is giving me.