Obsession (Jimin FF) ✔

Promise Fulfilled

Y/N POV

Taehyung couldn't even begin to decipher the meaning of my words, catching sight of the thin wire that my Jiminie now had against his throat. His eyes bulged wide while his hands shot up on instinct, pulling at the homemade garrote currently stealing away his last bit of air. I watched as the fear began to envelop his pupils, the reflecting flame from the candle in my hands the perfect motif for where we were about to send him. 

He fought hard against the hidden figure behind him, but his struggle proved futile. Jimin, being about a good six inches shorter than him, forgoed any hopes of getting and keeping his balance. His terrified eyes fell on me, a silent plea to save his pathetic life.

I reached up and placed a calming hand on Jimin's coaxing him to ease up a bit. The angered man hesitates but lets up just a hair, Taehyung's airway opening up just enough for him to wheeze.

"You look terrified, Taehyungie," I say up to the piece of shit. "Are you scared? I bet you it's nothing compared to how I felt that day you trapped me in that room and RAPED me."

His eyes, once relaxed, bulged a bit as Jimin pulled against his throat again, my words hitting hard.

"I couldn't understand," I continued while stepping a bit closer to our victim. "...why would you want to hurt me? What I had done to deserve such treatment from my bestfriend?"

Pressing my chest up against him, I leaned in close so my lips could brush ever so slightly against his. "Is that how you feel right now?," my palm resting on his pec, sliding down his torso, slow, his heartbeat just about bursting through the thick layers of skin, muscle, and bone.

"Confused?," I whispered across his lips. "Hurt?," Jimin jerked him away from my touch. "Scared shitless?," I smiled up at him, raising his shirt with gliding, agile fingers across his naked flesh. He actually groaned at my touch, the piece of shit, my anger and repulsion rising into my throat where I had to quickly swallow it back down.

"Now," I continued. "Imagine if someone was ramming something you didn't want up that pretty little hole of yours, beating your face in and making you take it?"

For emphasis, Jimin dragged his body to rub against him where Taehyung's eyes grew even wider and his fight became a lot more intense. I couldn't help but to giggle to myself as I told him,

"Oh, that would be so much fun to watch. Especially because Jimin has a humongous cock...," I reach around with my other hand and pull on one of his ass cheeks, spreading them open. "With tremendous reach," I grin wide.

"You feel it here," I push four fingers deep into his gut, "in your stomach when he fucks the shit out of you. And for you," I chuckle again, "it would be literally shit."

Taehyung began to tremble something fierce and happiness bubbled in my chest at the sight. I couldn't see in the darkness, but the sound of trickling fluids confirmed that Taehyung was now officially, 'scared shitless'.

Taehyung's body bounced a bit and I realized Jimin was laughing behind him. "Don't worry, Taehyungie. I would never place anything of mine inside anything of yours."

"But, I will," I swiftly plunged my knife into his side, the cold steel surprising him. That's what he gets for believing Jimin was the only threat. Warm liquid spread across my fingers as Taehyung jerked above me, Jimin's grip not easing one bit. I slowly pulled out the blade, my hands grazing across his quivering tummy before finding another spot to strike. I enjoy his strangled sobs as I slice through his flesh again and again, each shank draining him of his precious life source. I feel the blade stab into a rib and laugh as he grimaces in pain, his knees giving out as he buckles before me, only being held up by the garrote at his neck.

Jimin releases him, letting him crumble to the ground. He lies on his back, looking up at me, a hand reaching out for help because, right now, he just can't seem to catch his breath. I crouch down at his side getting a closer look at the terror bleeding through his eyes.

"How's it feel to be fucked, Taehyungie? Did you enjoy it as much as I did?" His eyes begin to hold closed a bit longer with each blink, his last bit of strength waning. Jimin came around to stand at his other side, looking down at the bloodied body with not a bit of empathy.

"P...p...prin...cess," Taehyung swallowed weakly. "J..Ji...min, w...wha...what are you...gon...gonna do?," his words barely audible. He was scared for his life. I smiled and reached out a reassuring hand to skim across his cheek, tears mixing with blood, before we both looked up to a grinning Jimin.

"Hmmm, I recall a conversation we had a few weeks back, Taehyung," the sexy that I call mine begins. "Actually, I made you a very specific promise.

And today, I fulfill it."

I barely saw Jimin move. But he had already squated, a click and a swish of air, before I noticed he had his hand gripped at the back of my neck and his tongue demanding I open my mouth to him. And of course, I did, the warm muscle holding my captivated attention, it's touch and taste inviting and salacious.

I could hear Tae gurgling, blood spilling into his airway, but Jimin's hold on me grew even more demanding and I realized...

He wants Tae's last sight to be the girl that he 'loves' being ravaged by his enemy. A fuck you that everything that he had done, had tried, had only cost him his life and what a stupid, stupid mistake he had made.

God does this man turn me on.

I threw my one arm over his shoulder, not wanting to get in too close. No. I wanted Taehyung to see all of this.

Jimin smirked against my lips and we both dove into this kiss. Air does not exist here, nor, is it wanted. Only time I need it is to pull in a snatch right before I let it out in a moan or a four-letter-word.

Desperate for his last sliver of life, Tae grabs wildly into the cloth of my shirt. Jimin angrily slaps his hand away, replacing his own around my back, as we rose on our knees kissing even more fiercely than before.