No Strings

Part 2

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."