DADDY ISSUES | JM

13: needy.

Jimin and I chomp on our burgers which he bought after giving me one of his black T-shirts and I put on back my grey sweatpants. We changed the bedsheets before we decided to eat and Daddy Jimin also promised me that he was going to give me a massage I can't wait to feel his hands on mine, taking care of me. I want to ask him also if it's okay when I sleep with him today, together in one bed. I feel safe when he's with me and when I'm in his arms. His arms are like a protective shield to me. 

Daddy Jimin bought two long chicken menus, which is my favorite. My eyes are glued to my burger as I hold it near my mouth, chewing and feeling happy while we're sitting on the bed. I feel so happy under Jimin's roof and I'll make sure to always obey him. I mean, he doesn't have any bad intentions and just wants the best for me and it honestly kinda surprises me 'cause no one ever wanted the best for me. This is the first time. 

I stop munching on my food as I hear Daddy Jimin chuckle, my cheeks filled with pieces of the burger. I shift my gaze at him, his eyes formed in two little crescents and he's smiling. "You're so cute," He tickles my chin as I giggle and he takes back his attention to his burger. I stare at him, and the whole world seems at ease suddenly as he's eating. 

He still looks handsome even when he's eating. I admire every inch of his face and he doesn't notice me staring. I'm just so fascinated. I've never in my entire life seen someone so beautiful. How come it's him with whom I'm going to spend my life with? I never imagined this to happen. But yet I can't be thankful enough. 

"Baby Girl, are you full already?" I get carried away from my thoughts as Daddy speaks up and looks at me with soft eyes. I love his eyes. They are so shimmery and chocolaty. My orbs move to the small burger piece in my hands and I shove it in my mouth and take a sip of the 2-liter Coke and nod after gulping down the food. "Good girl," He ruffles my hair and I close my eyes at his action as butterflies collect themselves in my tummy. 

"My Baby," He says lastly before he stands up and bites his inner cheek, my eyes not leaving his figure and he collects all the paper and plastic. He puts them in the paper bag from Burger King. "Go get yourself comfortable, I'll be right back my Princess," I blush at the 'Princess' which I almost always do when he calls me by an endearing name. I love it when he does that. "Okay, Daddy," I smile and grab the pink giraffe in my hands as Daddy Jimin leaves by the doorframe. 

I cuddle up with the plush Jimin gifted me for my birthday. I've never been so happy in my entire life. I never want this to end. Today was a very exhausting day. And there was a lot and a lot of drama as well but Daddy Jimin made sure I forget about all that. He's the best. 

Sona would've been such a lucky child, having a dad like Jimin. A parent I never had. I picture Daddy Jimin as an actual father, carrying his baby and watching him all day. I'm not his daughter, but I can definitely say, that he'd be the best dad in the world. And his wife was lucky enough to have a husband like Jimin.

I play with the ears of my plush, staring at it when Daddy Jimin swiftly enters his bedroom. I sit up as he sits down on the bed cross-legged. "Your legs, Wonderful," He says and I position my legs on his lap while I rest my head on the huge beige pillow. Daddy Jimin takes my right leg and starts massaging me and I close my eyes at how much relaxation surpasses me and I feel goosebumps, as Jimin works his magic on my thighs. 

The way he squeezes my flesh, tightly yet gentle is so moderating and it makes me feel calm. My eyelids get heavier. I feel at ease when his hands are on my body. It feels much better than having some kind of plastic dick inside of me. I want Daddy Jimin to pleasure me. 

I abruptly let out a pitch moan as he massages a sensitive spot on my legs and my eyes instantly open. Embarrassment hits me and my cheeks heat up as Jimin stopped moving his hands. I hide my face with my giraffe. This is just so embarrassing. I got all needy just because he rubbed my leg. 

The bed gets mattress gets deeper and I feel his hand on my waist. "Why are you hiding, Doll?" His voice sounds so deep and raspy and his hand on my waist doesn't make this easier. "D-Daddy," He just hums in response after I stutter. I should apologize for disturbing what he was doing. "I'm s-sorry, Daddy," I move the plush to my mouth only to await Daddy's face alarmingly close to mine. 

"What are you sorry for, Princess?" He caresses the side of my head. I don't respond, too red-faced to answer his question. I breathe in a deep breath as his hand is suddenly located under my sweatpants and on my clothed clit, palming it. I'm wet. I know that. "Feeling needy, Baby?" He answers the question himself. His eyes are fixed on me and I look away, trying to avoid his interrogation. 

I flinch and let out a cry as he squeezes my flower. "Not answering my question?" He harshly says. "Baby," He whispers in my ear and I shut my eyes at the nervousness I feel. "Yes, Daddy. I need," I confess but don't stop talking. "I hated it not having Daddy inside of me! I needed to feel you rather than that thing you shoved in me..." I confess. 

He moves away and chuckles darkly. "Okay then,"