Obsession (Jimin FF) ✔

Vengeance

Just so you guys wouldn't have to wonder for too long. 🙃😊

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A/N POV

That smile was anything but nice. She had never received anything remotely hot in temperature from this man doing any of their interactions but at least the air around them was more so warm or room temperature. This felt like cold, arctic, subzero temperatures.

She knew his girlfriend was crazy, could even be ruthless, but the vibe she got from him, in this moment, made her fear for not only her life but her afterlife, and any lives thereafter. And for good reason. For the man standing before her was unlike any she had ever seen. 

His beautifully angelic face seemed to morph before her eyes into that of a charismatic demon without even a miniscule of change to its features or expression. His walk was lithe and carefree but heavy with intent as he neared her on the bed. His eyes, a phenomenal shade of hazel today, bore deep into her soul, connecting with her fight or flight instinct but seducing her to stay put and take it. 

As he edged nearer, she finally thought to open her mouth and scream. But before she could push out the air she had just so sharply inhaled, he put a small finger to his lips. 

"Shhhhhh," he cooed down to her. 

"We don't want anyone knowing about the things I'm going to do to you, now do we?"

It was enough to shut her up and let her mind wander. 

"You wanted me, Davina. You pursued me, you plotted to get me, and now you have me," his tone deceivingly sweet as he inched his way up her body with his. 

She shuddered from the heat emanating off him, his hands dipping on either side of her into the bed. She reached up, desperate to finally run her hand across his dancer's chest, but he quickly grabbed her wrist, pinning the weak limb above her head. 

"Umm, not yet," he spoke in his Busan Satoori while grabbing and pinning the other as well. Positioning himself to straddle her hips, he watched the rise and fall of anticipation in her chest and smiled. 

"Leave these here. No touching, Davina."

She hated the way he said her name. It held no care, nor emotion. Just the standard. She wanted him to call her something endearing, something only they shared. But her mind went blank when she saw why he instructed her not to touch. 

Sitting up, the man positioned on top of her began to unbuckle the clasps on his belt. It was slow, seductive, a sight for her sore eyes. She felt herself get moist and squirmed underneath him a bit, unable to control her reaction to him. She had no idea what was going to happen next but, damn it, did she want it all. 

He watched as her eyes lit up, watching his every move. He was glad. He wanted her undivided attention, just as she had always wanted his. 

Carefully, he pulled the thick leather through each hoop, noticing in his slow, precise movements that he was thickening up elsewhere. Yes, this was exciting him. The yearning in her eyes, the nibble of her bottom lip as she practically stalked his every movement, the sway in her hips. She couldn't have made this any easier. 

The belt free, he slowly leans up, bringing his face all the way down to hers, breaths fanning against her cheeks while she holds hers, waiting and anticipating anything. She feels her wrists being held again, her neck stretching to see what he is doing.

"Look at me," he says and they lock eyes once again.

The word ‘excited’ cannot describe what she feels right now. ‘Exhilaration’ comes close but still doesn't seem to amount to this feeling of Jimin having his way with her while his crazy girlfriend is only one closed door away. 

Completely drowned in his irises, she lets the man on top of her bind her with his belt, the fact that she can feel his hefty erection brushing against her stomach as he does so, does not escape her. She wishes he would lean down and kiss her, wonders if he tastes as good as she dreams. And when he has tightened up her bonds and seems satisfied with a "there," she takes the opportunity to see. Arching her back, her chin and chest rising, she reaches upwards to kiss him and is heavily surprised when he backs away with a disgusted face. 

"Did you really think I would let you kiss me? Touch me?" His face is back to that maniacal demon that she had first feared. 

"W-what?," she questioned as his head tilted from side to side, still bearing that malicious smile. Slowly it fell into a not-so-blank stare, his eyes dancing alight before suddenly, her head snapped sharply to the left. With a pain beginning to radiate in her neck, she realized Jimin had snatched the pillow from beneath her and was now gripping it tightly above her face. 

That fight of before quickly kicked in and again she moved to inhale for a scream. However she was met with a throat full of cotton, the pillow already pressed firmly against her. She fought as much as she could, her legs kicking, her arms pulling, thrashing and bucking wildly about, but the weight on her hips and face never faltering. 

He wanted her to suffer, to not be able to move, to run. She needed to feel what his love had felt trapped underneath that monster. The pain and the helplessness. The realization that no one was coming to help her and there was no escape. 

He watched in amusement and pleasure as she pulled against her restraint, twisting her body beneath him. God if she didn’t calm down soon he was gonna release in his pants. 

Two minutes. Two minutes she fought against the weight of him, the loss of oxygen, the fear of death. Two minutes he waited for her desperation to die down, the lull of her limbs, the silencing of her sounds. 

Two minutes was all it took.

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