Obsession (Jimin FF) ✔

The Letter

⬆GOD THEY ARE TRYING TO KILL ME!! 🤦💦⬆

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JIMIN POV

'See you later, Daddy'

The sudden nickname forcing me to pull her into another heated kiss, seeing as how we were just wrapped in one right before she uttered those words. She had never called me that before and I had never wanted her to. I loved her name for me. Jiminie. It drove me crazy inside and outside her body.

But this new title pulled something maniacal out of me and if it wasn't for my limbs calling out to my first love, I would have been taking her right here, right now, against the lockers, on the floor, mid air, if I had to.

As she moaned under my skilled tongue invading her mouth, I made a mental note to have her riding my face while she screamed out 'Daddy' til her voice gave. She swiveled her hips into mine pressing against my now protruding erection before being the savage seductress I loved, reaching down and giving it a persuading squeeze.

Instinct found my hands under her ass and she did not disappoint, jumping up into my arms, wrapping her legs tightly around me, the kiss becoming sloppy and desperate. I turned our bodies, slamming her into a locker, giving her the connection we both needed.

Her mouth leaves mine, head thrown back while my name slips from her lips.

"Jiminie," she whines when I roll my hips upwards into her middle.

"Fuck," I ground out right with her, seriously contemplating saying screw this class.

"No, Mr. Park," (Y/N) and I hear from beside us, turning to see my instructor waiting by the open door, arms crossed.

"There will be no fucking in the hallway. I swear if you weren't my best student, I would have written you up several times by now. Always late, always making out in the hall." Exasperatedly, he asks, "Do you guys not have bedrooms at home?"

At this point (Y/N) is blushing and somehow it perturbs me that someone else gets to see her like this. I drop her to her feet and place her behind me, her face burrowing into my back. Whatever my instructor sees on my face seems to startle him as he changes his posture from reprimanding to uncertainty.

"I-It's t-time for class, Mr. Park," he stutters through before gulping really loudly. I only nod and watch as he walks into the still open door. Whirling around and grabbing my girl , I slam her pliant body back against the lockers.

"You're gonna get it later, my little devilette," I growl into her ear. She pulls back so I can see her mischievous smirk and the dangerous glint in her eye.

"Bring it, Park."

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I seemed to go through class on autopilot, thoughts of sucking on her luscious lips vigorously invading my mind. I hear the instructor mention something about partners and vaguely notice Hyuna just about breaking her neck to get to me before Hoseok grabs her by the arm.

I'm brought back to reality, temporarily, when I register a small hand in mine. I look down to see a sea of blue hair, Davina, with her head down before popping up with a bitten lip.

'We must be partners,' I think before the thoughts of before begin to invade again.

The routine is an old one, a musical we had done a few years back when Hyuna was my partner and we were the talk of the school with our passionate performance. It had definitely been one of my best. But now, in this distracted moment, I move from memory.