Obsession (Jimin FF) ✔

Finally

TAE POV

I sat in the vacated room, panting, sweat beginning to stain my fitted grey tee. I had practically, well actually, sprinted up the stairs to the third floor two to three steps at a time. The vision of that Goddess (Y/N) as she climbed up the stairs, the mouth watering taste and smell of vanilla and strawberries lingering behind her, swaying her sultry hips making her way to our secret rendezvous location only to find me not there had made me frantic in my attempt to get to Ms. Joo's classroom. 

I listened as the first bell rang announcing the beginning of fifth period. My heart pounded in my chest and I wondered briefly if it was still from my quick bout of exercise or the anticipation that made the quivering muscle want to burst out my chest. Whatever the case, the visual signs of my pounding heartbeat began to show in the pits of my shirt. 

Randomly, I thought to take it off and avoid the embarrassing faux pas but that just seemed so, so desperate on my part. Which of course, I am, but she doesn't have to know how much. 

The seconds rolled my on the clock above the dry erase board and my anticipation began to turn into anxiety. 

Fuck…

Did Jimin catch her?

Is she still coming?

Shit, was she ever coming in the first place? She never gave me any inkling that she would even consider the idea of meeting me but I had really hoped that she would. That I would have another chance at ravaging her. Unlike before where I had to rush and hide and take her quickly however exhilarating it was, but to actually have the time to treat her body as if it were my own…

The second bell sounded off, students still in the hall running now at the realization they are officially late, and my nerves get the better of me. My shirt now sticks disgustingly to me in the most unpleasant of places and I can't take it anymore. I pull the offending clothe quickly from my body, my haste to get rid of it now bordering on hysteria. I throw the shirt in the far left corner of the empty classroom and try, like really try to stop my feet from pacing the hard tiled floor. 

I squeeze my hardening cock, my stress level not seeming to have any effect on the blood rushing to fill the twitching fallous. The rush of air hitting my moist chest sends chills through me, my nipples hardening immediately. 

“I swear to…,” I say aloud, frustration rearing its ugly head.

Who do I swear to? I'm sitting here waiting, anticipating, craving another guys girl. I had watched them at their lunch table, curled up into each other, feeding each other foods, all while planning and plotting on the things I was going to do to her body. I wanted her covered in my sweat, my bite marks on her shoulder, wanted her lips swollen and bloodied. I wanted her ankles choking around my neck as I pounded unapologetically into her body, wanted my dick covered in nothing but her steady count of releases. 

FUCK!! I ran my hands through my silver locks for the zillionth time, my mind wondering where the hell was she and my body ready to go find her and take her where she stands. 

Upon hearing the small creak of the opening door, I let the latter completely take over. She had no time to speak, only shriek as my eyes registered that it was, in fact, her and my hands immediately began to grasp at the object of my mania. 

Grasping her wrists, I slammed them on the wall above her, pressing my heated body quickly onto hers. My teeth encaptured her bottom lip and I bit down quite hard as the rage that fueled me in her absence felt the need for some sort of relief. She needed to be taught a lesson. And damnit we were both gonna learn it today.