Your tired eyes slowly flutter open, squinting because of the bright light of jimins studio.
Your eyes immediately land on jimin, still sitting in the same place he was before you fell asleep. His head was in his hands as he replays the song over and over again, you still weren't quite sure what was wrong with it. It sounded perfect to you.
"What time is it?" you ask, your voice groggy as you sit up and rub your eyes.
No reply, holy fuck. He was so absorbed in his work lately & it was beginning to annoy you. He was stressing himself out big time.
Finally yell his name, and he turns his attention towards you.
You can clearly see the exhaustion on his face. Dark circles were beginning to form under his eyes, and you couldn't read his expression at all.
"We need to go home jimin... it's late." you didn't really know what time it was, but you could feel that you'd been asleep for a while. And either way, he'd been at the studio for eight hours before you'd fallen asleep.
He shakes his head, pointing at his computer lazily. "I just.. I gotta finish this then we can go." sleepiness is evident in his tone, and you refused to let him overwork himself like this any longer. It was getting ridiculous.
You sigh in annoyance and a bit of disappoint at his stubbornness. "You've been here all day." you say, standing up and walking over to his seat to massage his shoulders.
He lets out a groan at the feeling of you rubbing away all of the tension. Deep down he knew he should be home right now, cuddling with you in your shared bed. He just felt like he couldn't sleep properly until the song was perfect.
He takes notice to how you begin to pepper small kisses down his neck, leaving tiny red lipstick stains with the new product he'd bought you just a week ago.
"Y/n..." he says, dragging your name out for a minute- not even realizing how his head has slowly tipped to the side to give you more access.
Both of your hands sit still on his shoulders now, lips moving up to his ear. "Let's go home.." you whisper out, not hiding the sensual undertone in your voice.
He gives a breathy sigh, slowly pulling you around to the front of him so he can see your face. He sits his hands on your covered hips, looking into your eyes as if he was thinking about something.
"What're you trying to do?" he was catching on, slowly but surely.
Your fingers play with the collar of his plain shirt, biting your lips as you try to find the right words to say without being too direct.
"I wanna help you relax." you move back slightly to rest your back on the edge of his desk, toying with the waistband of your skirt- slipping your fingers under the material every so often.
For a split second it looks like he could be considering it, but afterward he shakes his head.
"We can't."
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he wet muscles of jimin tounge repeatedly licks around your soft clit, pulling your cheeks apart to get a better view.
Obviously, It didn't take much more convincing to get him to loosen up.
Your arousals now smeared onto the inside of your thighs, and all over jimins lips. He'd been at it for ten minutes now, still not having enough of the way you squirmed around him- and the way he had to keep shushing you to make sure you kept quiet.
