Obsession (Jimin FF) ✔

Not Important

JIMIN POV:

I said her lips were off limits but I had no intention of taking it easy on the rest of her body. I don’t know why when (Y/N) stepped out that bathroom, she looked just so...so...fuckable!

Her lips full of blood, red and swollen, a light sheen covering her exposed flesh, her hair, slightly tousled like she has ran her hand through it over and over again. Her chest heaved up and down exposing the curve of her breast to me while her eyes looked full on lust blown. Like she wanted me to take her right up against the wall, next to the lavatory, without a care of the many bodies passing us by.

Immediately, I felt a tightening in my pants. This school day needed to be over. I needed to get her home...

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I released my grip on her lip to nibble down her jawline, her neck welcoming with the rapid beat of her heart thumping just below the surface of heated skin. My lips grace the pulse and continue to follow my hand as I pull her shirt to the side exposing her shoulder. Her breath quickened with every caress of my lips while she absentmindely moved her head to the side to give me better access. I smiled at her complete submission to me before somthing  caught my eye. 

Purple...blue...a bruise? Hadn’t her bruises all healed. I made sure of that before she came back to school so why was one here now?  

The shirt pulled back easily, revealing an indentation of teeth. 

“What the hell?”

Before I knew it, she was gasping and clutching at her naked top half as I had ripped the shirt clean off her body. What I saw brought with it a bloodlust completely untamed.

Several bite marks, scratches, hickies that i hadn’t placed. 

She shreiked and shook as I violently turned her around, her back covered in much of the same. 

“Jimin…,” her voice small and veiled in fear.

“Who?”

She took a step back, distancing herself from the fury that had begun to radiate off of me. 

“WHO?!!” I barked, my own body trembling as I took an equal step towards her.  

She looked frightenend for a few seconds more before stomping her foot and crossing her arms. She looked away from me in a blatant attempt to ignore my demand. 

“Why won’t you tell me?,” I was almost pleading with her. 

“Because it's not important, Jimin.” 

My face held shock, astonishment as I tried to comprehend why she felt it was not. 

“Why do you keep letting everyone put their hands on you and then telling me its not important?

“Hey!,” she look insulted. “I haven’t been letting everyone put their hands on me, Jimin,” her arms crossed and lips pursued out. 

“Your precious Taehyungie?,” I countered with an attitude of my own. Her eyes grew wide before calming herself a bit, unfolding her arms before holding her hand out with a shrug. 

“Ok, ANd?

“And?,” I asked increduolously.

“AND?,” this time with a manic laugh.

“AND WHOEVER THE FUCK DID THIS TO THE BODY THAT IS SUPPOSED TO BE ONLY MINE!!!, I gripped her arm hard, turning him around to face the full length mirror hanging on the wall in my room.