#She got that double Fanta madness

[yourlocallightsource]

You Fucked Up.

[echoalyssa]

Imagine You and JJ Always Messing With Each Other

You and JJ had been best friends for years, practically since the day the two of you were born as your mothers had been best friends. The two of you did everything together.

Ever since he was old enough to walk and talk JJ had played countless pranks and tricks on you and it was a habit that he hadn’t grown out of. Not that you minded. However, ever since the start of the year the air between the two of you had changed. You were still best friends but now you thought of JJ slightly different.

Every time your skin touched his you could feel the blush creeping up and your heart beat faster. You started to notice and appreciate his smile, his laugh, the way his muscles pressed against his shirts. And the jealousy that overcame you when you saw JJ, who was one of the biggest flirts, around other females.

The two of you had always beeen affectionate with each other, you weren’t a stranger to hugging him, holding his hand, him draping an arm around your shoulders when the two of you walked next to each other or the kisses he pressed against your cheeks in greeting and goodbye.

It just felt different now, and it made you feel things that you couldn’t describe, because the two of you weren’t just best friends, there was something else there. Something you couldn’t quite describe.

“Heyo!” JJ yells in your ear, draping an arm across your shoulders as you rummage through your locker. You laugh and turn to swat at his face, he nimbly dodges your blow before swiftly snatching a piece of gum from inside your locker.

Your turn to try to snatch it back but he’s too tall and even standing on your tiptoes, chest pressed to his to try to keep your balance you can’t reach his hand.

“Jerk!” You mumble.

He laughs and pops the piece of gum into his mouth. He tosses the balled up wrapper at you and it bounces off your forehead. You pretend glare at him and reach up to mess with his hair which wasn’t currently platinum.

Last week you had snuck into his bathroom, while hanging out at his house, with a bottle of purple hair dye. You had proceeded to dump the hair dye into his shampoo bottle. Your plan worked perfectly because he hadn’t even noticed the change in his hair until he had gotten out of the shower and gone to flex in the mirror.

The dye was only semi-permanent and would only last a couple watches at most but he looked hilarious and the unrelenting tickles that he had awarded you afterwards was worth it.

At first he had been mad but JJ being the cocky guy he was was acting all confident and pretending that the hair color change had been his idea even though everyone knew that it was your doing.

He had gotten you back later that week by setting a plethora of alarms on your phone.

“You’re driving me home right?” You ask, bending to scoop up the gum wrapper from the floor.

“Nah, I’m ditching you for Jordan. He’s way less annoying.”

You roll you eyes at him and swat him on the shoulder, “I’ll be in your car after school.”

“Stop being such a stalker!” He yells causing half of the school to turn to look at you.

“Oh hey, we’re still going to homecoming with everyone right?”

JJ winks at you, then mock salutes you. “Yes sir!”

You laugh and head in the direction of your classroom, only just beating the bell.

~~~

It’s the last few hours before homecoming and you and Olivia are standing in her bathroom, applying the final details to your outfits.

“So how are you and Chris?” You ask, nudging her in the side as you apply your mascara.

She laughs, “Good I think, he’s a great guy! Anyone in our party that you’re interested in?”

An image of JJ stealing food from your plate while the two of you sit on the couch together pops into your mind but you shake your head at Olivia.

“Sure!” She draws out the word, not fully believing you.

You rearrange your hair for the millionth time, hoping that you look even a small percent as good as Olivia looks.

Olivia is punching on her toes and she grabs your hand, pulling you down the stairs to the foyer where the rest of your group was congregating.

You brush your hands over your navy dress, attempting to smooth out any wrinkles. Your heart thrums in your chest, you wouldn’t admit it to yourself but it was the thought of seeing JJ that was making oyou nervous.

Olivia departs to hug Chris. You glance around, Jordan was standing near the door with his date, Ripley. Spencer had an arm draped around Coop’s shoulders. Asher was standing next to Layla while she typed away on her phone and JJ hadn’t arrived yet.

You let out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding and go to compliment the girls on their outfits.

The door bangs open and you hear JJ yell, “JJ’s in the house!”

You turn towards his voice, a smile already on your face, but it fades as soon as you spot him. He’s dressed in a light blue suit with a black tie looking as amazing as always if not more.

JJ isn’t alone like you had thought he would be as he had never mentioned another date, let alone dates.

On his arms are two blonde identical twins in hot pink body-con dresses. Their all smiles, made up and looking stunning.

“Ay! I got double the dates that you have!” He casts the words to you and your heart sinks.

Of course he had a date. He was the biggest flirt in the entire school and every girl wanted to have a taste of him. You felt stupid to think that he would ever want you.

You turn away from him, swallowing the lump in your throat as you hear JJ slap palms with the boys who laughed at him.

You plaster a fake smile to your face and turn around just as JJ and his dates reach you.

“Look who doesn’t have a date!” He means it as a joke but in that moment his words feel like a slap in the face and you feel pressure build behind your eyes.

“Gather round!” Mrs. Baker calls. She holds up her camera and everyone gathers close together for a photo.

Everyone has a date but you. You’ve never felt so out of place in your life.

Not being able to stand being anywhere near JJ you move to the opposite end and stand next to Olivia and Chris. She laces her fingers with yours, her other hand in Chris’.

You glance to your left and see JJ pat his cheek, indicating for the girls to kiss him on the cheek. Which they do, because who wouldn’t want to kiss JJ. You sure did.

“To the limo!” Jordan yells after a significant number of pictures have been taken by Mrs. Baker.

The group files out to the limo, piling in. You almost want to turn around and head back home instead. How could tonight be enjoyable at all when you would have to watch two barbies cling to JJ all night?

Olivia pulls you into the limo after her and just like that your fate is sealed. You were stuck attending homecoming.

~~~

It’s an hour into the dance and you’re standing on the sidelines holding a fake plastic glass full of Fanta. You swirl the drink around absentmindedly and scroll through your Instagram feed hoping for some sort of interesting post to take your mind off the dance.

A slow song was playing through the gym speakers and the couples had moved off to the dance floor together.

JJ was defying the song and doing some sort of strange breakdance while his dates laughed and cheered him on.

You chew on your lip and force yourself to look away.

“What’s with you tonight?”

Your head jerks up at the sound of JJ’s voice. He’s standing a foot away from you holding his own drink and watching you intently.

“Nothing,” you mumble, not able to mask the pain in your voice.

“Whoa, hey. There’s definitely something wrong. Where’s the crazy ass girl that I love so much?”

His words are like a stab in the heart, sure he said things like that about you but it meant absolutely nothing.

You stare at your drink and don’t respond. Your eyes burn and you know that if he keeps trying to talk to you you might just cry.

He places a warm hand on your forearm and you can’t help but jerk away.

“Y/N?” Concern laces his voice and is evident on his face at your behavior. “Let’s go somewhere. Talk. You know you can talk to me. Always.”

“Not this time JJ,” you say, your voice so soft that you don’t expect him to be able to hear you over the loudness of the gym. You turn away from him and make your getaway to the hallway.

You take a deep breath as the door swings shut behind you cutting off the noise abruptly. Your press your back to the wall and the heels of your hands into your eyes. Your body shakes slightly and you can’t help but breathe heavily.

The peace doesn’t last for long however. The gym door swings open but you don’t look at who has emerged. It was probably just someone who needed to go to the bathroom after having a little too much to drink.

“Is this about my dates?”

Your head jerks up and you realize that your face is inches away from a frowning JJ. His face falls even more when he sees the expression on your face.

You refuse to answer him, turning your head to stare down the hallway instead of at him.

A warm hand brushes against your cheek and then cups it, gently turning you towards him.

“I took it too far this time didn’t I?”

You still don’t respond, you can only stand frozen in place all too aware of JJ’s hand on your cheek.

“I never meant to upset you. I just thought it would be a fun thing for us to laugh about.” His voice is soft.

“Why the hell would that be anything I would want to laugh at?”

He chews on his lip, “I didn’t think that me brining dates would make you feel like this. I never let myself hope that you would.”

“Right,” you spit out, “because everything is always just all fun and games with you isn’t it!”

He shakes his head, his other hand moves to rest on your waist when you try to pull away from him. “Y/N... If I had known. If I had known that you didn’t want me to I never would have brought them.

“Of course I don’t want you to have brought them! I like you J! A lot! And you won’t ever be able to return the feelings so I deserve this for even thinking that my best friend would ever having feelings for me and-“

Your cut off by JJ’s strong hands that pull ou into him, one hand tilting your chin up.

“I do. I do return the feelings, I just never thought that you could ever like me.” His voice is so quiet that you can barely hear him. Your head can’t even understand the words that have left his mouth.

And then his lips are pressed against yours. You can’t believe that this was happening to you and you stand frozen for a few seconds before you realize that JJ is kissing you.

You return his kiss, a hand reaching up to tug at the baby fine hairs at the back of his neck that weren’t purple any longer, but their normal platinum.

He presses you closer to him and the warmth of him makes the room sway slightly.

When he finally pulls away for a breath of air and rests his forehead on yours you ask; “Are you messing with me? I swear if you’re messing with me I’ll-“

He shakes his head and kisses you again. “I could never mess with you about this. I like you. I really truly do. I just never thought that you could like a douche like me.”

“You are a douche,” you murmur and he laughs.

“Can I dance with the only girl that I have wanted to dance with all night?” He pushes a loose strand of hair behind your ear, a small smile dancing across his lips.

“Not if you’re planning to do those weird breakdancing moves again!”

He laughs and pulls you by the hand, back into the gym.

[kpopfanfictrash]

No Strings (II)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jimin

Rating: 18+ (smut)

Word Count: 3,411

Summary: It started off as such a simple question. How to know if you’re bad in bed? Of course when you asked, you didn’t imagine Jimin would actually answer.

“I’m just saying!” Seokjin chews noisily through his complaint. “Why is it called a Monte Cristo? Who decided that? For that matter, who decided to take a perfectly good sandwich and drop it in the deep fryer?”

Jimin shrugs, taking a bite of his normal turkey sandwich. “I don’t know, man.”

“Not that I’m complaining,” Seokjin says, barreling on. “It’s just strange. It seems like the sandwich should never have happened in the first place, you know?

“Kind of like this conversation,” you say, pushing a fry around the edge of your plate.

“Damn, Y/N.” Seokjin snorts. “Savage today.”

“Today… every day.” Jimin takes another bite. “What’s the difference, really?”

You offer a smile, although it does not reach your eyes. Jimin sits across from you, Seokjin beside you; these are your normal spots for lunch but for some reason, it feels strange. It should not; you and Jimin are still just friends, the same as this morning.

Except, not really because now you have seen Jimin naked, have heard the moan he makes when he comes and things are very different than before. Every time he looks up, you think he is looking at you. He is not, of course he is not; Jimin remains remarkably calm seated across from you, whereas you are barely holding it together. It is hard not to wonder if Jimin thinks the same things that you do, if he replays the same actions, the same moments as you. Shaking your head, you stop yourself. Of course he is not – there is no way Jimin is thinking about your lips on his, his hands on your body, his thighs –

“Y/N.” Seokjin waves a hand, looking pointedly at the waiter. “Did you want a box for that?”

You glance at the half-eaten sandwich before you. “Uh, yeah, that’d be great.”

The waiter takes your food away, leaving the three of you to sit there in silence. Seokjin slurps happily on his soda – a combination of Fanta and Coke you have long since grown accustomed to. “So, what’re we doing tonight?” he asks, setting his cup down. “What movie were you guys watching earlier?”

“Kingsman.”

“The Notebook.”

You and Jimin stare at each other. 

“We watched both,” you correct, cheeks hot. “First Kingsman, then the Notebook.”

Jimin nods, gaze sliding to Seokjin. “If you’re a bird, I’m a bird,” he says.

Seokjin laughs. “Okay, so neither of those. What if we go out?”

“Maybe,” you shrug.  “I’m kind of tired and was thinking of staying in.”

Jimin cocks his head to one side. “Really?” he asks, expression unreadable. “I think a bar sounds like fun.”

“Then you go,” you say, making a face. “I’m not your mom or your girlfriend, Park.”

Jimin’s gaze narrows and Seokjin leans both elbows to the table. “Oooooooh,” he chuckles. “Y/N is savage today.”

Jimin arches a brow. “Fine. I’ll go.” He looks over at Seokjin. “Does Minsun want to come, too?”

Minsun is your roommate, Seokjin’s girlfriend. Seokjin shrugs, pulling out his phone. “Let me ask.”

Leaning back in your seat, you cross both arms over your chest. Staring at Jimin while Seokjin types, Jimin smiles back in an insolent manner. He bends, taking a long sip of his milkshake as he sucks on the straw.

Your eyes narrow in response to this torture. “So, did Minsun respond?” you ask, tearing yourself away from Park Jimin’s mouth.

“Yeah, she’s in.” Seokjin is still typing. “She doesn’t want to drive, though.”

Beneath the table, Jimin’s knee touches yours. Your breath hitches, doing your best to hide it.

“I can drive,” Jimin says, pressing his leg even closer. “I don’t mind being sober.”

“Okay,” Seokjin agrees, putting down his phone. “I’ll let her know. You sure you don’t want to come, Y/N?”

“I’m sure,” you say through gritted teeth. “I’m fine staying home.”

Because if Jimin is just going to be a dick, you do not want to around him. What you really want is to consider your feelings alone, since what happened earlier was a horrible idea. You should have known better than to think that Jimin would drop it.

Should have known better than to think you would not want to do it again.

Exhaling under your breath, you grab for your purse. “Seokjin, let me out. I have to use the restroom.”

Nodding, Seokjin slides free from the booth. While navigating your way to the back of the restaurant, you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket, display lighting up to a familiar name.

Jimin: Hey, are you mad at me? [2:34 PM]

Y/N: No. [2:37 PM]

Jimin: Lol [2:38 PM]

Jimin: that was the most passive aggressive answer ever [2:39 PM]

He is correct. Stifling a grin, you type back.

Y/N: Maybe if you weren’t being such an ass, I wouldn’t have to act like one [2:40 PM]

Jimin: What?? How am I being an ass? [2:40 PM]

Instead of responding, you send a picture of yourself with one eyebrow raised and Jimin texts you back laughter.

Jimin: Okay, okay. So the knee under the table was a bit much [2:41 PM]

Y/N: You think? [2:42 PM]

Jimin: Rarely. [2:42 PM]

A snort escapes you, followed by a sigh.

Y/N: Look. [2:42 PM]

Glancing up, your thumbs drum against the keyboard. You have been gone for a while and soon, Seokjin will know something is up.

Y/N: I just want things to be normal, okay? Sorry about this afternoon… I didn’t mean to make things weird between us [2:43 PM]

There is silence from the other end, a long pause while you lean your head to the wall and stare at yourself in the mirror. Your hair is still kind of a mess, something you did not realize earlier but now are wondering if Seokjin did. Probably not – he would have said something to you if he had and before you can follow that train of thought, your phone vibrates in your hand.

Jimin: I didn’t mean to make things weird either. Sorry for being a jerk :( [2:44PM]

At his sad little frowny face, you laugh. Jimin’s expression is practically visible in your mind; you know he is not that upset, know he is already over this afternoon and moving on to the next thing. You should do the same.

Y/N: Lol fine. Anyways, I really do have to go to the bathroom. See you out there [2:44 PM]

Jimin: Good luck ^.^ [2:45 PM]

When you get back to the table, your sandwich is already wrapped and waiting. Seokjin hands you the box, already walking towards the door. 

“We got you this time,” Jimin says as he passes.

Chatter resumes in the car – it is easier, now that you and Jimin have talked. Once in the passenger seat, you unwrap your sandwich, suddenly famished. As you eat, you draw your feet onto the seat and earn a noise of protest from Seokjin. 

“Hey,” he complains. “Your feet are on my car.”

“Like you never put your feet up in my car,” you grumble but still, you lower them to the ground. “Double standards.”

Jimin pokes his head between the two of you. “It’s true. Last week you took off your shoes in my passenger seat, Seokjin. It was not a pretty sight.”

“Wrong,” Seokjin declares, steering expertly into the parking lot. “Everything about me is pretty, even my toes.”

“Well, that’s just not true.”

Parking in his usual spot, Seokjin turns off his car and unbuckles his seat belt. “Are you coming inside, Y/N?” he asks, searching the side door for his sunglasses case.

Glancing at Jimin, you see he is currently texting. “Nah, I don’t think so,” you say, tearing your gaze away to smile at Seokjin.  “I think I’ll just head home.” Sliding out of the car, your feet hit the pavement. “Bye, guys!”

Jimin’s head snaps up. “So soon?” he asks. “We didn’t even get to finish the Notebook.”

The imaginary Notebook, which you two never started.  “A tragedy,” you say, rolling your eyes. “You’ll live. I’ll see the two of you later.”

As you leave, you overhear Seokjin asking Jimin about someone named Victoria. Wincing, you hike your purse up on your shoulder. Of course, Jimin already has a backup. It is probably a good thing you are not going out with them tonight. You are still feeling weird about the whole matter and need time to figure things out without Jimin present. To hang out with Jimin and his new girl would be too much to consider.

You are so preoccupied with thoughts of this driving home, you almost run a red light – screeching to a stop, you blink while you wait for your scared breath to slow. Lowering your head to the steering wheel, you find it hard to think about anything else, because sex with Jimin was… good.

That is a lie.

Sex with Jimin was amazing, the best you have ever had. Which is confusing – typically, you do not even orgasm for guys you do not have feelings for. This, of course, begs the question of whether you have feelings for Jimin.

As soon as the light turns green and you begin to drive, this is all you can think about. The two of you do hang out a lot, you text all the time but to be perfectly honest, Jimin is not your type. He is a playboy, constantly going from one girl to the next; evidenced by tonight. You are more the flowers and candy kind of partner, the committment-loving girl next door. None of which you have seen a particular desire for in the past with Jimin.

No, Jimin is not your type. The two of you just have some sexual chemistry, that is all.

Once decided, you breathe a sigh of relief. Just because Jimin is good in bed does not mean you like him. It means you can continue being friends, can continue laughing about his most recent conquests and debating your own. You definitely should not be worried about falling for Park Jimin.

Pulling into your parking lot, you exhale because it was petrifying for a moment to think you might have feelings for him. Jimin is impenetrable. There is never anything serious with him, nothing beyond a casual fling. If you had a crush on Jimin, that would be suicide.

Entering your apartment, you find it empty - although that is to be expected, since Minsun texted you earlier saying she wanted to grab dinner with Seokjin. It is nice to have the place to yourself and you end up lounging the rest of the day, reading until the sun sinks below the horizon.

Once you realize it is dark outside, you light candles, order Chinese food and call it a romantic night in. You clean your apartment as well, turning on music and dusting around the rooms. You even do laundry, sinking into your bed once folded to pour a glass of wine and turn on the TV.

You are midway through an episode of Friends when your phone vibrates. A glance sideways shows it is Jimin, his icon filling your screen. It is the words of his text, though which make you sit up on in bed. Heart pounding, you grab for your phone.

Jimin: You never answered my question. [12:31 AM]

He cannot mean… slowly, you type back.

Y/N: What question? [12:33 AM]

There is a pause in conversation where you look at the clock and realize it is half past midnight. Jimin has been out for a while – he might be drunk. Except that Jimin is driving. He cannot be drunk.

Your phone buzzes again.

Jimin: I asked if you wanted more. [12:36 AM]

You stare down at his words, about to type back no. You are about to tell Jimin he needs to stop messing around, but… then you pause. It has been a really long time since a guy made you come like that. You already know you do not like Jimin in that way, already know there is no chance of falling in love with him. Really, there is no harm in this arrangement.

Even slower than before, you type out your response.

Y/N: What… would you teach me? [12:40 AM]

Enough time passes that you start to regret your question. Closing your eyes, you suddenly wish you had said nothing at all, or turned it into a laugh. He might have been kidding. Maybe you just responded seriously to his joke and Jimin is passing around his phone, laughing with friends over your clear desperation.

As soon as this enters your mind, you shake it aside. Jimin would not do that; Park Jimin may be many things, but he is not mean. Your phone vibrates.

Jimin: Whatever you want. [12:42 AM]

Your pulse races at those three words. Fuck. Jimin is good at this.

Y/N: Would you teach me how to do that? [12:43 AM]

Y/N: How to turn someone on … through text? [12:43 AM]

Jimin: Mmm. [12:44 AM]

Jimin does not say anything for a while, leaving you staring at a now-empty screen. Clicking your TV on and off, you wait for a response.

Jimin: Where are you? [12:47 AM]

Y/N: In my bed. [12:48 AM]

Jimin: What are you wearing? [12:48 AM]

Y/N: A t-shirt. [12:49 AM]

Jimin: And? [12:49 AM]

Y/N: Underwear. [12:50 AM]

Jimin: Fuck. [12:50 AM]

Beneath your comforter, your legs press tightly together.

Y/N: Where are you? [12:52 AM]

Instead of responding via text, Jimin sends you a picture. When it finally downloads, you almost drop your phone because it is Jimin. Lying across his bed – you recognize his sheets, blue and grey stripes. He is not wearing a shirt though and his bare torso is visible, sheets mussed around him. His boxers are dangerously low on his frame, displaying just the shadow of his v.

Drawing in a shaky breath, your fingers fly over the keyboard.

Y/N: What happened to the bar? [12:54 AM]

Jimin: Jin and Minsun wanted to come back. I was their driver. [12:55 AM]

Y/N: What, couldn’t find a girl? [12:56 AM]

Jimin: Not tonight. So, back to my original question. [12:57 AM]

You stare at the screen. Then, before you can change your mind, you type your response.

Y/N: Teach me. [12:59 AM]

Suddenly, your phone vibrates. Swiping hastily right, you press the call to your ear. “Hello?”

“Y/N?” Jimin responds, voice low.

You screw your eyes shut, pressing the back of your hand to your face. “Jimin. Are you serious about this?”

His laugh is quiet. “About what?” Jimin snorts. “Wanting to be fuck buddies? Dead serious.”

And there it is. “So…” you exhale, clearing your throat. “We’re friends with benefits, then.”

“That’s the PG-rated version, I guess.”

“Oh, shut up,” you groan. “You know I’m more innocent that you are.”

“I don’t know about that,” Jimin says, sounding as though he is trying hard not to laugh. “The way you looked with your mouth wrapped around my cock… you can cross innocent off the list.”

Shivering a little, you wriggle down in your sheets. “You liked that?”

“Do you think I’d be suggesting this if I didn’t?”

“Probably not.”

“Good answer,” Jimin says. He pauses. “So, you got the photo I sent you?”

“Yes,” you breathe, voice dropping as well. “Do… do you want one back?”

Jimin falls quiet on the other end of the line. “Fuck Y/N,” he groans, voice unsteady. “Why do you have to say it like that? So sweet and innocent, it makes me want to do horrible things to you.”

“Like what?” you ask, unsure why this turns you on so much.

“Send me a goddamn photo and I’ll tell you.”

Pulling back to look at yourself, you scan your body and see a loose, grey t-shirt and black underwear. Remembering the angle at which Jimin took his photo, you position your phone, changing your mind at the last second to roll your t-shirt higher and expose your midriff. Sliding a thumb beneath the band of your underwear, you quickly snap a pic.

Before you can change your mind, you press send and return the phone to your ear to wait.

Jimin groans out loud. “Oh, fuck.”

Stifling a grin, you do not roll down your t-shirt yet. “You like?”

“Y/N,” he whines. “Why lace? What are you trying to do to me?”

“Make you hard.”

“It worked.”

Shifting on the bed, you lie on your side. “Now what?”

“Now what?” Jimin sighs. “Now what? Are you trying to ruin my hard-on?”

Frowning, you draw both knees into your chest. “Fine,” you huff. Then, sweetly, you add, “You’re the boss, Jimin. Whatever you say, I’ll do.”

From the other end, Jimin’s breath hitches. “Anything?” He sounds more than a little turned on.

You nod, realizing he cannot see. “Anything.”

“Take off your shirt,” he breathes.

Slowly, your hands skim your sides and lift your shirt over your head. Once it has removed you fall back on your pillow, shivering at the touch of bare skin on cotton. “Done.”

“Show me.” Jimin’s voice is commanding.

You snap a picture of the shirt on the floor and send, waiting for his intake of breath. Like clockwork, Jimin swears and you hear the sound of rustling of sheets on his end of the phone.

“What are you doing?” you murmur, curious.

“My hand’s on my dick, what do you think I’m doing?” Jimin says. “Your body is so fucking hot, Y/N. I can’t stop thinking about it.”

You blink, unsure if this is part of the dirty talk or an actual confession but either way, you have not been able to stop thinking of him, either. “Same,” you sigh, scooting even lower. ”You weren’t lying… when you said you knew what you were doing.”

“Oh?” Jimin sounds smug. “What did you like, Y/N?”

You take a deep breath, steeling yourself. “I liked your lips.”

“Where?” 

“Between my legs.”

Jimin is quiet for a second. Then, “Touch yourself.”

“W-what?”

“Slide your hand down your body. Imagine it’s mine.”

Closing your eyes, you obey. It is easy to focus on the pressure and imagine it is Jimin’s hand, not yours. “Okay,” you sigh.

“Now remove your panties,” Jimin says lowly. “I want to see a picture of them once they’re gone.”

His words send a tinge of excitement through you. Removing your underwear, you take a photo while they hang from the tips of your fingertips.

“Oh, fuck.” Jimin groans, receiving the image.

“How hard are you?” you whisper, suddenly envisioning it. Jimin, with his lips parted and head tilted back, stroking over himself while thinking about your body.

“Hard enough that I want to hear you touch yourself.”

Gasping, you slide one finger between your legs. “I am.”

“Open your legs.”

You obey. “They are.” Slowly your hand moves, sliding a fingertip over your slippery sex. “I can’t stop thinking about your tongue,” you whisper, like a secret. “I’ve never been so close… with just…”

Jimin lets out a low laugh. “You want to come like that next time? With my head between your legs and your thighs wrapped around me?”

You cannot help it, you moan. Your finger moves faster, back arching on top of the bed. “Yes. But you know what else I want?”

Jimin’s voice is tight, on edge. “What?”

“You inside me,” you moan. “I want your cock to pound me into my sheets until I can’t think straight.”

“Fuck, Y/N.” Jimin sounds as if he is barely in control. “I want to be inside you so bad. I want to hear you screaming my name, make you come so hard you forget your own.”

Your breathing is heavy as you slide a finger inside. Mimicking the motion Jimin did to you, you find it not the same. “Jimin.” Biting down on your lip, you stifle the sound. “Next time, I want you to fuck me against the wall. Bend me over and make me come like that. ”

Your fingers rub circles, bringing you close to the edge. The memories of Jimin filling you, the thought of him inside you again, is driving you crazy. Your insides tighten with need.

“Y/N,” Jimin gasps. “Fuck – I can’t”

The sound of him naked and undone is the last straw. You arch upwards on your bed, orgasm crashing into you. “Jimin,” you gasp, slowly regaining your bearings.

He exhales into the phone. “Did you come?”

“Yes,” you murmur. Your heart still beats jaggedly, pulse pounding. “Did... did you?”

Jimin chuckles. “Yeah. It’s kind of a mess.”

Despite yourself, you smile. “Then what are you talking to me for? Go clean up.”

“Ugh, fine.” There are sounds from the other end while Jimin rolls off his bed. “Did you mean what you said earlier, Y/N?”

You struggle to think through your words. “Which part?”

“Ouch.” Jimin snorts. “Are you implying some of what you said wasn’t true? Seduction techniques to get me into bed? I’m wounded.”

“Technically, you started this,” you point out. “Also, you were already in bed.”

“Oh, right.” Jimin laughs, sounding further away. “I meant about there being a next time. You said you wanted me to ‘fuck you against a wall,’” he quotes, sounding ridiculously self-assured.

Pausing, you find yourself uncertain how to answer. “Well. Is this going to be a regular thing?”

“Do you want it to be?”

Yes, but you do not want him to know that. “Maybe.”

Jimin laughs. “It’s either a yes or a no, Y/N. I’m a yes.”

Slowly, you exhale. “Me, too.”

“Good.”

“Good.” You listen to the sounds of him moving and sit suddenly upright, wrapping the sheet around your body. “Okay. If we’re going to do this, there have to be ground rules.”

Jimin snorts. “Okay. What are the rules, Y/N?”

“No one can know.”

“Granted.”

Smiling, you consider how best to phrase your next request. You decide to be blunt. “You have to get tested for STD’s.”

“Y/N,” Jimin groans, almost offended.

“Both of us will,” you amend, pulling your knees into your chest. “It’s just that I’m already on the pill and it would be so nice, not to have to use condoms.”

Jimin falls silent before sighing. “Okay, fine. We both get tested. I assume this means we’re just sleeping with each other?”

Oh. You had not thought about that. Chewing on your lower lip, you exhale. “I mean... Or, we could use condoms?”

“Or....” Jimin considers. “How about this? If we sleep with anyone else, we use condoms. We let the other person know if that changes.”

“So, we’re not exclusive?”

“Not unless you want to be.”

“I... no,” you say, biting down on your lip. “Let’s not be exclusive. This is good for you, too, Park. Half the guys out there don’t even want to wear protection.”

“Half the guys out there are going to get pregnant, then.”

“Well, there’s some miracle of science,” you joke, the grin fading from your face. “And the third rule should be that if either one of us starts developing romantic feelings, we end this immediately.”

Jimin does not laugh, which surprises you. “Fine,” he exhales. “Try not to fall in love with me, yeah?”

“Yeah, yeah,” you say, snuggling into your sheets. “I’m the adorable girl-next-door, Park Jimin. You try not to fall in love with me. Now go to sleep,” you instruct. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“Girl next door, my ass.” Jimin is still laughing when you shush him. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

Your eyes are shut almost before your head hits the pillow.

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