DRABBLE #06
"Aren't we— suppose— to be doing— fuck— something?" You breathed. If you could comment on your situation it would be hands are traveling. They are everywhere.
"Well why don't you answer your own question, princess?" That pet name sent shivers down your spine. His hands are on your chest and damn it feels good.
"Jimin— shit don't stop." You moaned. You were about to scold him on something. The both of you should have been on linear equations right now but you got side-tracked. And side tracks are not good.
This side track feels so good it feels like a sin. He's heaven between plump lips and a good tongue. And damn he feels so hard.
"I came here to study— shit got real and now I'm studying you." You want to shut him up, you really do. But he feels so good and so hard on hands you don't want to stop.
You laughed then whispered to his ear, "All yours." then you took his mouth to place on yours.
"All mine." He said back before procceeding to making out with you for the rest of the night.