Obsession (Jimin FF) ✔

Insanity

Please forgive any weird spacing. I literally just copy and paste these. 😕

TAE POV

It’s been entirely too long since I’ve been inside her.

She hasn’t spoken to me, hasn’t touched me, hasn’t even looked my way. But it is not her voice I miss, or her touch, or her eyes. It is the feel of being buried as deeply as I can inside her gripping haven and having her legs squeezing tightly around me as I do so. 

I literally can not wait any longer. I left her a note in her locker this morning. “Meet me in our spot during your free period. I have to tell you something about Jimin.”

Yeah that would get her attention, get her to meet me. 

‘Her precious Jimin.’ 

Anything about him and she would come running. I wanted that, I needed that. And after I am done with her today, she will. She will be my personal slave, answering to my every beck and call. And she will love it.

I pace the room, waiting for the dismissal bell to go off. I’m way early, I know, but anticipation is a motherfucker. My heart is already beating a mile a minute, my palms are sweaty, and my dick is already hard, throbbing actually as I grip it a bit to try to calm it down. We’re both just so anxious at this point.

Right about now, Jimin has met her outside her current class and they are walking to his next hour, his dance class. He will, as normal, stand outside the classroom for as long as he can get away with it, tonguing her down. Even past the late bell. He’ll eventually go into class, his class with Davina, and my goddess will go to her locker, fishing for something to do during her free period. 

I hear the sound of the late bell and know it’s only a matter of time, now, before she is opening her locker and finding my note. 

Yes, she should be reading it right about now, her curiosity peaked as she wants to, no, needs to know what I could possibly have to tell her about Jimin. 

She’ll huff at first, gathering her things while she turns the thought over in her head if she should even give me the time of day. She’ll look at the yellow post it note a few more times before finally deciding to indulge me and meet me at our spot. And yes, she will know where our spot is. She’ll remember all the dirty things that I did to her the last time we were together during her free period. 

She will climb those stairs, smelling of my favorite scent, rolling over in her brain what I could possibly know about her boyfriend that she doesn’t know already. 

Truthfully, nothing. It’s really just a ruse. But she won’t know that until she has already stepped foot into the classroom. And here I am, waiting, wanting, needing.

I catch her scent, and truthfully I don’t know if it’s just my imagination or not, but soon the door is creaking open into the dark room. I can see through the glass of the door that it is her as I wait patiently behind it. 

“Tae,” she calls my name and I’d swear it sounds like the bells of angels. I don’t respond, needing her to come in a little more into the pitch black room. 

“Taehyungie,” she calls again and I feel my dick jump in my pants and that’s just about all I can take. I close the door behind her and stand in front of it. She jumps and whirls around to face me, her hand to her chest as I have startled her. 

“Taehyung,” she says a little breathless. “You scared me.”

“Oh, really. Did I?,” I smile down at her. 

“Yes, you ass. Now what is it you want to tell me.”

That’s my goddess. Getting right to the point. Only the point of this little meeting is not to speak on Jimin. It is to wipe Jimin from her existence. Immediately, I began to approach her body, hands reaching to grip in those curves I have missed so much. She backs away but I am too fast, my legs too long, and I’ve got her before she can even take two steps. 

“Taehyung, let me go. I told you…” but my lips press against hers. She goes to move her mouth from me and I reach up and ensnare her jaws roughly, holding her to me.  She is not getting away from me this time. 

Her hands reach up and push against my chest but I’m already pushing her by the shoulders into the closest wall. As soon as I have her cornered, I grasp her wrists and twist them behind her back, holding both in my slender, but strong, hands. 

I pull back from the kiss, her jaw still gripped in my hand. She attempts to speak, to say anything but I instead suck her tongue from her mouth. I bite down on it drawing only a bit of blood, but her muffled scream makes me again jump inside my briefs. 

Her knee comes up but I’m prepared this time and lean out the way before she makes contact. Her eyes open wide in shock once she realizes she missed. She tries again, and again I maneuver out of the way, smiling wickedly in her face as she tries again from a different angle. 

“You’re my little goddess, aren’t you (Y/N)?,” I sneer viciously. “Thought that I was just gonna let you ride off into the sunset with that prick Jimin?” I bent down to take her shoulder between my teeth, biting down hard. She yelped, well, as much as she could, her jaws still in my hardened grip. She struggled to pull her hands free, to speak, but I had complete control. 

“Did you know your precious Jimin trapped your best friend in the locker room and put a knife to his dick?,” I asked her after leaving a harsh bruise and indentation on her fair skin. Her eyes widened at my words and I knew he hadn’t told her. 

“Of course, you didn’t know. You would have come home to me by now, if you had right? My sweet girl, my goddess, yes.” I couldn’t help it being this close to her again, smelling the sweet strawberry and vanilla scent, she always carried with her. I tasted her, licking a long, fat strip across her lips and up her cheek.  She always, always tasted so fucking good. 

She struggled in my hold more and I let her jaw go to focus on the button of her jeans. I needed to be inside her, had to feel her around me and soon. This little dance was making me more and more excited to have her, and I knew she couldn’t wait either. 

“Taehyung,” her voice a little shaky, but calm. “What are you doing? You’ve got to let me go. I thought you wanted to talk about Ji-,” 

“Don’t you fucking say his name,” I ground out against her ear. She startled and I chuckle, swiping my tongue over her lobe. “He is not welcome in this room. And after today, my goddess, you won’t even know Park Jimin ever existed. 

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