Obsession (Jimin FF) ✔

Negotiations

(Y/N) POV

"Jiminie, I don't want to go in there." 

I was trying to yank my hand away from his as he pulled me in the direction of the haunted house. We had done the miniature roller coaster, the Tilt-A-Whirl, the Bumper Cars, the Ferris Wheel, the Carousel, the Loop-O-Plane, and The Whip. We had had fried oreos, and sausage and onions, and elephant ears. 

He had won me a huge stuffed Mario at the Ring Toss, and a BTS poster in the balloon-dart game. I had given some screaming teenage girl my BTS poster but I wasn't giving up my Mario. Jiminie had went to lock it in the car before coming back and trying to convince me to take a trip into the haunted house. I really didn't want to be face to face with goblins, and ghouls, ghost and witches, vampires, werewolves, and frankenstein's, all randomly jumping out at me. 

"Come on Jagi," Jimin tried convincing me. "You're scarier than anything in there." 

He laughed at his own joke. I didn't understand it or find it funny. After a beat, I looked up at him with my lips pushed to the side. 

"You just want me to go in there so I'm like "Oh, Jiminie, hold me, I'm scared. I need your big strong arms to protect lil old me."" 

Laughter erupted loudly from his diaphragm, him doubling over, actually letting go of my hand, as he felt that what I said was obviously comical. Once done, he pulled me into his body, arms around my waist, and pressed his lips to mine for a swift kiss. 

"Jagi, I am pretty sure you can kick all their asses. It would me begging you to take care of all the crazy monsters around if it came down to it." 

That put a smile on my face. Of course, he was being funny. I knew my Jiminie would break down walls for me. Would he kill for me? I don't know. But I would for him. Nobody was ever gonna touch my Jiminie. Before I could let that thought travel any further into my psyche, I felt Jimin's lips against my ear. 

"I want you to give me head in there, possibly standing next to a red eyed Dracula, with the sounds of evil laughs and moanings and groanings of the walking dead and maybe even children screaming in the background. I want to add my own moans to the haunted house because you always do so well when you suck me off. Pleeeease, Jagiya." 

My pussy was now throbbing, a moan slipping out into his ear. That was all the confirmation he needed and soon I was being pulled into the mouth of the most hideous creature I had ever seen. 

JIMIN POV:

I knew she wouldn't be able to resist pleasing me. I had done everything a regular boyfriend would do. I had done all the rides, indulged in the foods, made her feel special. Now it was my turn to feel special. 

I had originally thought to use kiddie gloves with her because she was certifiably crazy. After the hospital incident, after I had fucked her like I wanted, making her cum for me a few more times, I had stayed in her good graces, if only to make sure she wouldn't try to kill me. 

My old dance partner and I had split up, mainly because she had fell asleep in her creative writing class and had woken up to an empty classroom and about 5-6 inches of her hair cut off in random places. (Y/N) swore she wasn't even around that classroom at the time, but I knew better. 

And apparently so did Lisa as she broke it off with me officially, and loudly in front of the whole school. At which time, (Y/N) had snatched her by up by her remaining hair, and slapped her, telling her I was never her's in the first place. I expected Lisa to fight back, but I guess something in (Y/N)'s eyes made her rethink that option. 

So I had become her official boyfriend, scared out of my mind. But I found her company pleasing, her conversations interesting, and her sex drive insatiable. She wanted me everyday, and I too, her. At this point I wasn't denying her anything. And she wouldn't deny me anything if I asked nicely.

We walked in the haunted house, holding hands. Soon she was gripping my arm as the screams and moans started getting louder. At first, we didn't see anything but graveyards and cobwebs but turning a sharp corner, a zombie jumped out at us, his eye hanging from his socket, flesh rotting, moaning "Brains." She laughed while I actually jumped. 

"Really Jiminie?" 

"Fuck this." 

I grabbed her hand and sped walk through the attraction looking for the perfect spot. We passed a few laughing witches, a howling wolf, and Frankenstein rising before I felt like we were in the middle somewhere. When I saw Dracula over in his own section complete with a half opened coffin, I knew this was the place. 

"Come on baby," I said as I helped her over the velvet rope, making sure no one was seeing us go over. Once on the other side, I propped the coffin up at an angle so we were covered by the coffin on one side and a thick mesh of fake cobwebs on the other side. You couldn't see us unless you were looking. 

After kissing me good and hard, hand placed strongly behind my neck, she wasted no time getting down onto her knees.