#not now kitten daddy’s wondering whether life is worth holding on to or not

[4byun]

ou ghhhhh

[writergirl3]

4 Town Crushing On You

Let's start with the more romantic, reader-based headcanons! Not proofread, but don't hold that against me. I'll do some dating ones after this, but enjoy these for now 🧡

Robaire

Robaire’s pretty experienced when it comes to relationships and stuff, so he handles his crush on you pretty well. Too well. While he’s charming, he holds his cards close to his chest.

He doesn’t get flustered very easily, so don’t bother looking for any kind of blushes of stammering. He’ll always compliment you, sometimes in French, and his eyes linger on you just a bit longer than they do with other people.

The main problem Robaire finds when crushing on you is deciding whether or not to act on it. He likes you, yes, but he’s also got so many other responsibilities in his life and he wonders if there are enough hours in his day for a relationship. Yet, he can’t face the possibility of missing out on being with you.

You actually inspired him to write Nobody Like U. He was having a writing session with Jesse, who quickly put two and two together and asked Robaire if you were his crush. That sparked on a long heart-to-heart, and Jesse eventually persuaded Robaire to take a shot.

Considering the fact that you inspired 4 Town’s biggest hit to date, Robaire wanted to incorporate it into his confession. He mailed the CD to your house before it went out on sale (he did get in trouble with management, but you’re worth it). After listening to it, you read the note tucked into the case;

“There’s nobody like you for me, and never will be anyone else. Mon amour, if you feel the same way, let’s give this a shot. R x"

After reading it, you heard a knock at the door. Opening it, Robaire was stood there with a hopeful expression. And, well, the rest is up to you.

Jesse

Jesse doesn’t really crush that much anymore. He has so much else on his plate with 4 Town and his kids. But when you walked into his life and he got that feeling. Man, he knew something wonderful was about to begin.

Like Robaire, Jesse is real good at hiding his crush and distracting himself from his feelings. Little things will catch him off-guard, though. Look him directly in the eye when you talk to him? That’s a guaranteed way to make him fall for you even more. And don’t even get me started on how he feels when you play with his kids. 

Being a father does make it hard for Jesse to decide whether to let his crush run its course or pursue you. It’s not because he thinks his kids don’t like you or anything, quite the reverse. He just has to think about the impact on them, not just himself. However, you can thank the twins for Jesse’s confession.

Let me set the scene. You were keeping an eye on the kids while the guys were in the recording studio. Jesse likes to bring them along, but keeping them quiet can be a challenge. In between takes, Phoebe flat-out just asked you, “Y/N, are you my daddy’s girlfriend/boyfriend?”

You could have heard a pin drop in the studio. Well, that is until T gasped over-dramatically and Z smacked him up the side of his head.

Jesse basically turned into a tomato, but his hopeful expression gave you some confidence. “Not right now, but I’d like to be.”

Obviously, he asked you out after that, and the rest is history.

Aaron T

So, we know that T is a chaotic guy, but having a crush sends his senses into overdrive. Think kitten on catnip/hyena. He’ll be rushing around the place, trying to get his thoughts off of you. And his sleep? Absolutely ruined, and he blames you - in a good way, though.

The guys all turn into exhausted moms when T starts crushing on you, even Tae. T loves to impress you more than anything, and his pranks are a sure-fire way to get a laugh out of you. Just one chuckle of yours is worth a month’s-worth of scolding from the guys.

Surprisingly, though, T never gets very touchy-feely with you. He won’t let himself. A huge part of him feels like you’re too good for him and would almost certainly reject him, so any kind of physical contact would be almost cruel, in his eyes.

Now, when it comes to a confession, I feel like Robaire would have talked T into it. It was after he found Aaron in his bedroom, curled up in a ball sat criss-cross on the ground, head in hands. The poor boy couldn’t deal with the intensity of his feelings towards you, and was beginning to panic that you might be taken away by someone else. Robaire helped T think of what to say, and it went something a bit like this;

“Y/N, I…uh…I got something to say. No, no, I’m fine! I just wanted you to know that I love you so much as a friend, but lately I been feeling some type of other way about you. I love you, completely, and it’s okay if you don’t feel the same, we can just stay as frien-”

“-Shut up and kiss me, you dork.”

Aaron Z

Having a crush pretty much breaks Z. He has no idea how to act around you, and who could blame him? Pretty much every waking moment of his is filled with thoughts about how wonderful and gorgeous you are. He can’t even get away from his feelings in his dreams. He’s down THAT bad.

Just seeing you from afar makes his breath catch in his throat, so being anywhere near you has him flustered beyond belief. Because of this, he’s even more stoic and straight faced than normal.

So, you’re pretty certain that he hates you, and you only dragged a confession out of him when you confronted him about his cold attitude. 

“What did I ever do to you, Z? You can’t even look me in the eye! Why is that?” 

“W-well…I…”

“What?”

“I LIKE YOU, OKAY?”

“O-oh…-”

Yeah, his confession was a whole new level of messy. He honestly never even planned on confessing, but once he did, he felt like an untapped part of himself was allowed to finally flourish. After a minute or so of silence, he scratches the back of his neck and looks you dead in the eye;

“So…wanna catch a movie or something?”

Tae Young

Okay, Tae with a crush is adorable. No one will convince me otherwise. He makes every excuse to be near you, and the guys tease him mercilessly (read: T) about it. You need a lift down to the store? Tae will go and get all your shopping for you. Can’t decide on an outfit? He’s at your house in 10 minutes with a freaking mood board of ideas. Need a shoulder to cry on? Tae’s got you sets up snacks, movies and all the fuzzy blankets he owns. 

Tae just wants to be there for you, and his caring nature helps him get past the shyness that threatens to keep his feelings for you undisclosed.

So, yes, the guys like to tease him about his crush, but Z not so much. He actually thinks it’s really cute, and will sneakily take pictures of you and Tae when you’re talking or something. When Tae finds the pictures, he blushes like crazy and Z tells him to make you his before it’s too late.

We know that Tae loves animals, obviously, and there’s no way that he won’t make them part of his confession. I also headcanon him as being into Harry Potter, so the idea of sending you a note via one of his doves is just too cute for him to resist.

So, when one of the white-feathered creatures appears on your windowsill one morning, you have no doubt in your mind who sent it there. It’s holding a little basket in its beak, and you reach inside to find the note;

‘Y/N, I know this is out of the blue, but I need to tell you something. I like you, like like you. I didn’t want to say anything because you’re my best friend, but a future with you is worth risking that. I can only hope you feel the same. Tae x’

With a smile, you draw a heart on the back of the note and hand it back to the dove, who flies away. Within five minutes, Tae is at your door with the dopiest grin you’ve ever seen.

(GIFS aren't mine. Don't worry, the spelling mistake in Jesse's bothers me too.)

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Musing Meaninglessly Masterlist

[absoluteindulgence]

Imagine being that couple that breaks the bed during... y'know🥴 pt.2

A/N: Hey Y’all, I’m back at it again with the back at it again lmaooo Part 2 is here and I hope y’all like it.... This one is a little bit more vulgar (Characters are aged up 18+)  Here’s PT. 1 for those who haven’t/or want to read it.  And thank you guys so much for OVER 1K NOTES ON THE FIRST ONE. I DIDN’T KNOW IT WAS GONE GO OFF LIKE THAT 🥺. AND I’M GLAD I MADE Y’ALL LAUGH AND FEEL THE SECONDHAND EMBARRASSMENT LOL

🌋KIRISHIMA🌋

On your way there, you wonder if his honesty is going to be the result of another flustered mess that you can't see your way out of

You get to the store, and immediately everyone greets you; your face is welcoming, but on the inside, your grieving.

Kiri goes up to a clerk focusing on curtains and asks where to find a bed frame.

Willing to help, they show you where to acquire them. Kiri asks about different sets doing his best to seek out more superb quality. The clerk is understanding, looking to please their current customer, informing that they have more in the back.

He's grateful, and playfully the clerk asks why y'all need a new bed frame, and Kiri says,

"She called me “Big Daddy Riot,” and I snapped, and now we're here."

So straight to the point, the clerk blankly stares at you, but you hide your face not to make eye contact.

"A-anyway, whatever sturdy frame you have is fine, no matter the cost," pulling out his wallet, he says, "I'm ready to pay."

Now you should be embarrassed but now... You're kinda turned on. He was so serious about taking care of this that calling him big daddy was totally worth it.

No matter the purchase, he's very thorough with his expectations, the manly way.

And there’s just something so manly about a man pulling out his wallet with that "I'm willing to pay" attitude. Whether it's his tone, the way he grips his wallet, imagining it’s you being gripped like that (again)...🤤

You smile awkwardly to the clerk, “Give us your best, please?”

And so they do, not only with a complimentary warranty that you can renew anytime but with WATERPROOF SHEETS.

Heading back to the car, Kiri packs everything in the trunk and backseat, then comes to your side of the car. You get in saying, “Well, that wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.” 

"Well, don’t speak too soon, Princess. They just gave us some high-quality merchandise, but we don’t know how long it’ll last.” Pulling out of the parking lot, he looks at you with a quick wink, “I mean, not everything can be unbreakable like me, right babe?"

⚡DENKI⚡

This spicy, smart-ass.

It's definitely your fault, and he's gonna remind you all the way there.

Getting in the store, it’s not your first time there, so you already know where to find the frames.

Only you care that it matches the rest of the bedroom’s aesthetic, which could make the process harder.

Denki teases you, saying that it doesn't matter and that you should just choose a bed frame so that y'all can go the fuck home.

A clerk nearby sees y'all having a hard time, offering to help.

You tell them that you need a bed frame that fits your eccentric bedroom. They understand and go through the ones that you've already seen.

You say that you need something more robust than what's been displayed.

They nod, telling you they have the perfect set, disappearing to the back. They come back, and the set is perfect, but Denki is a skeptic.

"Hold on, babe, I'll handle this" He inspects the box looking at the weight of it, leaving no word on the damn box unread. He finishes and says, "Sorry, just had to make sure, wouldn’t want a part 2 of Pew Pew now, would we?"

Your eyes dart to him, the clerk is confused, "What's Pew Pew?"

Imitating a prince-charming tone, he says, "The weakness my true love bestows upon me it is strong and keeps me on edge."

The clerk waits for you to explain, but you say nothing.

Breaking out of character, he says, "Basically, she got on top of me and wanted to spell out my name, resulting in...... yeah."

He shows a photo, and your stomach drops to your ass, "WHEN DID YOU TAKE THOSE?????"

"When your fine ass was taking a shower, you're crazy if you thought I would keep this to myself!"

Y’all get the set, and buy more towels and get complimentary candles. You put Denki on WAP suspension too 😔 , lmao.

📼SERO📼

No offense but y'all a goofy-ass couple lmao

Y'all just be doing anything in the bedroom and now y'all at the store looking GOOFY-HYUCK

"Well, it started with how high could she jump onto me, and it resulted in a WWE match...."

Sero showed pictures of the private handy work that led you two to go shopping for something more sturdy...

Why the fuck does the room look like discount Cirque Du Soleil? His tape is all over the fucking ceiling, on the floor, and most importantly the bed frame because you dizzy, one brain cell together having asses tried taping the bed back together just to keep on fucking

Resulting in the frame FALLING TO SHREDS

The clerk has never seen no chaotic shit like this in their life!

It is so fucking bad they have to use EYE DROPS, just to confirm WTF they're looking at

"I know it looks bad, but at least we're not hurt" He smiles so earnest it’s almost as you weren't sexually destructive beings.

The clerk disappeared, coming back after 10 minutes with 3 other clerks as they carried a set filled with steel, metal chains, and high-quality leather.

The clerk said, "This is a one of a kind set; if you manage to break it, we will personally build you a steel cage so that your wrestling match can continue."

Sero looks at you, excited, "Wow, Babe, let's buy it."

Y’all buy the bed set and get a lifetime coupon of high-quality sex toys sent to your home, and of course, y’all try the shit out without thinking of the aftermath.

Back at square one, and the clerks are scared of y’all now 

😈SHINSOU👿

Already at the store and Shinsou is doing all the talking to the clerk~

"I told her to go to sleep; she defied me, so I had to punish her..." Realizing he said it out loud, he looked at your face.

If only you could Thanos yourself

The clerk looked slightly uncomfortable, "Well, from what you are describing, I don't know how that would result in breaking the bed."

"Well, my Kitten is a little disobedient and needs many forms of... persuasion."

Putting his hand on your shoulder, he showed his wicked smirk.  

I mean, was he wrong? He wouldn't even let you do the talking. If you spoke out, he would turn up the vibrator attached to your clit.

That was the challenge he placed on you before y’all left the house, and you willingly obliged until he told you his condition. Now he had total power to switch the narrative like it wasn’t him waking you up in the middle of the night after coming back from a long day of heroism.

The clerk squinted at you with a worried/ suspicious look... "O-okay, give me a moment."

They come back out with an exclusive set that was just imported overseas. The box images make it look so beautiful and regal; you’re shocked, wanting to tell him how much you love it but don’t wanna say.

Knowing Shinsou, it’s a trap to punish you.

"Wow, that’s beautiful. We’ll take it.”

Sometimes his dominant side pisses you off, but it’s clearly a turn on, you want to mouth off, but you nod instead.

Shinsou pays for the bed frame along with some pillows, and the clerk offers complimentary essential oils that you can come back and get free refills.

Heading to the car, Shinsou sweetly asks, “Now that we have reinforcements, are you ready to go again, Kitten?"

[gimmesumsuga]

Sweeter than Sweet (22)

Pairings: Jimin x reader, Yoongi x reader, Namjoon x reader + others as the story progresses

Warnings: Blood drinking, daddy kink, spontaneous orgasms

Word count: 4.3K

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You spend the remaining hours of the early morning shopping online on Jimin’s laptop, burning a hole in Hobi’s wallet as you go.  You make sure to buy the tickets for Romeo and Juliet first, squirming in delight when you manage to get balcony tickets on the night of his birthday, and then turn your attention to finding yourself something nice to wear as Hobi had suggested.

It takes you a while – you’re not nearly as good at picking out clothes as Jimin – but eventually you settle on a classic little black dress with a sweetheart neckline and off the shoulder sleeves.  There’s split up the side of it, too, ascending far enough to show a little thigh without it coming off trashy, and you add a pair of black patent heels to your shopping basket to complete the look.  They’re high enough to look elegant but not enough so that you’ll tower Jimin when you have them on – or at least you hope you won’t.

You’re not quite sure how it happens but somehow, at some point, you find yourself entering an ‘adult’ website that sells collars and browsing curiously through all the varied and colourful designs.  You’re not sure you’d ever want a name tag – that might be taking it a little too far – but you have to admit some of them are quite cute, especially the lacy ones or the sort that have extra bows of silky ribbon attached.  Before you know it you’re buying yourself a brand new collar to match your outfit, pretty confident that Jimin will like what you’ve chosen and biting your lip when you imagine just how enthusiastic you hope his reaction might be.

You make sure to clear your browser and search history before you turn off Jimin’s laptop to ensure he doesn’t inadvertently spoil his own surprise, and by the time you’re done your blinks are starting to feel slow and heavy.  You’d wanted to wait up for Jimin to come home but the longer you lay on his bed with Nova curled up against your side, the harder the feeling becomes to fight, and it’s with a groan that you force your unwilling body to get up and move, persuading yourself that you should at least get changed and fetch yourself a drink just in case you wake up thirsty later as you so often do.

It’s Jimin’s clothes you choose to put on rather than any of the nightwear he’d bought you before.  His t-shirt is infinitely more comfortable, and you love the way it sits tightly over your bust and hips but hangs loose around your waist.  It’s much more your style than the skimpy little negligée hiding away in your bottom drawer, though you’re sure there’ll be another occasion that calls for you to dig it out of there again soon enough.

You pad your way down to the kitchen quietly, fairly certain that everyone else must already be in bed from how deathly silent the house has fallen.  It feels almost oppressive, all this quiet, and it’s really hard not to notice the similarities between now and the time you heard all those noises coming from Namjoon’s room…

The sound of the kettle starting to bubble and boil makes you jump, all the hairs on your arms standing on end at the sudden fright, and as you whirl round to see a cloud of steam behind you and nothing more you shake your head, laughing at yourself.  It must be a more potent memory than you realise to creep you out so much just thinking about it.

You start to prepare your drink – hot cocoa with plenty of milk – and just as you’re opening up the fridge door you suddenly hear a tell-tale crunching of tyres as they roll over gravel that signifies Jimin’s and Yoongi’s return.  Your heart leaps up into your throat with excitement, a smile spreading across your face as you rush to finish your drink, so eager to see them both that you have butterflies swirling in your stomach.

You’re just getting into the entrance hall when the heavy front door swings open, cold air flooding into the room with a strong gust of wind that whistles through the hinges.  Jimin steps through first and you’re relieved to see that he’s not covered in blood this time; neither someone else’s nor his own.  His eyes immediately find you where you’re stood near the staircase with your mug clasped between both hands, a soft smile on your face that he quickly mirrors.  He walks to you and drops his bag by your feet, grabbing a fistful of his own t-shirt and using it to pull you close.

“Were you missing me, kitten?”  He captures your lips in a harsh, hungry kiss that makes you think that you mustn’t have been the only one missing someone if the desperate way he grabs at your hips is anything to go by.  He smirks once he pulls away, pleased by the sight of your flushed and breathless state, and as he stands there with looking down at you you can’t help but appreciate just how good he looks when he’s tired and sweaty.  It makes him look more real, slightly less polished, and frankly you can’t get enough.  

You become distracted when you hear the door hinge creak as it’s pushed further open, and from over Jimin’s shoulder you see Yoongi come trailing in in a significantly poorer looking state than the man who’s holding you so tightly in his arms.  Jimin looks at you and then back at Yoongi, noting the way your lips have slightly parted and a frown bends your brows, and then he gently touches your chin to regain your attention.  

“I’ve got to go and debrief with Namjoon.  Won’t be long.”  You nod your head agreeably as he releases you from his hold, and when Jimin ascends the stairs he takes one last backwards glance to see you already walking towards Yoongi, concern written all over your face.

You place your mug of cocoa on the windowsill next to the door, and as soon as your hands are free they instinctively reach out to the injured vampire to take his face in both of your hands.  He winces as you touch the bruise that’s discolouring his jaw but he doesn’t pull away, looking back at you with surprise in his eyes at how openly tactile you’re being with him when Jimin isn’t even yet quite out of sight.  

He’s got a split across his eyebrow and a matching one on his bottom lip; purple bruising on his jaw, his neck, and you’re willing to bet several other injuries under the baggy black t-shirt he’s wearing.  It hurts you to see him looking this way and your eyes start to sting as they fill with moisture.

“Please tell me Jimin didn’t do this,” you softly implore, not wanting to believe that the man you love do such a thing to… to whatever Yoongi is to you.  Yoongi gives you a lopsided smile, tonguing the split on his lip when the movement on his mouth causes it to open up and start bleeding again.

“Only this and that,” he replies, pointing toward the bruise on his jaw that your hand is presently covering.  Both were probably caused by one good punch, so at least that’s something.  It doesn’t really make you feel any better about the rest of his injuries, though, whether they’re Jimin inflicted or not.  “The others were my fault.  I’m out of practice and I wasn’t careful enough.”  You run your thumbs along the sharp angles of his cheekbones, biting your lip as you try and keep your tears at bay.

“I’m so sorry,” you mumble but Yoongi just tilts his head into one of your palms, smiling softly whilst he brings up his own hand to curl around yours.

“Don’t be,” he assures you, his eyes twinkling happily, “It was worth it.  I’d take it again, a thousand times.”  He twists your hand away from his face just enough so that he can press his cool lips to your palm in a kiss, his closed eyes missing the way you blush as your heart skips a beat.  Yoongi always seems to know just the right things to say to make you feel more conflicted than you ever have in your entire life.  You love Jimin, you know you do; so why does your pulse start to race whenever you’re around Yoongi too?

Reluctantly, Yoongi removes your hands from his face and lets them go to fall at your sides.

“I wish I could help - if I could feed you you’d heal so much faster.”

“Jimin really would kick the shit out of me if you let me do that.”  There’s not a hint of smile on his face or humour in his voice as Yoongi speaks, and you know he’s perfectly right.  Jimin is possessive enough with your body, nevermind when it comes to your blood.

“How were things on the way back?  Are you guys ok?”  You’d really hate to become a constant source of animosity between the two of them when you know how close they all are.  The group are more than friends - they’re brothers - and damaging that bond is something you’d really like to avoid.  You really don’t think you’re worth it, in all honesty.

“We’re good.  He punched me, we talked - we’re good.”  Yoongi shrugs his shoulders, adding nothing more, and though you’d love to know what exactly it was they spoke about it’s at that very moment that you hear Jimin come back down the stairs, effectively cutting your conversation short.  He’s eyeing you and Yoongi as he takes the last few steps, though not as angrily as he was before, and he extends his hand out to you once he’s collected his bag off the floor, cocking his head slightly.  

“Bed’s calling, kitten.”  You give Yoongi one last smile before you collect your hot cocoa off the side and return to Jimin, linking your fingers through his.  You know Yoongi’s watching you both walk away, you can feel his eyes on your back, and you wonder whether he’ll still be thinking about you when he climbs into bed later, too.  

“You look so pretty in my shirt,” Jimin tells you as you walk down the drafty corridor, releasing your hand and putting his arm around your shoulder instead, pressing an affectionate kiss to the side of your temple, “I might’ve been wrong about knowing what suits you best.”

“I don’t know,” you reply, smiling shyly and glancing down at your bare legs poking out from the bottom, “I like the dresses too.”   Your answer makes him smile a little, the corners of lips slanting upward to make his mocha-coloured eyes crease up smaller.  He’s so gut-wrenchingly beautiful when he smiles that you can’t help but want to make him do it all the time, and as you walk side by side into his room you’re once again left feeling totally and utterly torn about how you could possibly be developing feelings for Yoongi too when you already feel so strongly for Jimin.  

He throws his bag into his closet as you’re climbing into his bed, cocoa in hand, and he strips out of his t-shirt as you get comfortable, readying himself to join you.  Even after all this time the sight of him half-undressed has you fighting the instinct not to choke on the sip you just took, swallowing it too quickly and ending up with a slightly burnt throat for your trouble.

“Has Nova behaved tonight?”  Jimin puts his shirt in the hamper and starts undoing his belt and unbuttoning his pants whilst carrying on with casual conversation like he’s not almost naked.  How Jimin can be doing things like this when he looks the way he does and be completely oblivious to the effect it’s having on you is beyond your understanding.  

Maybe he does know what he’s doing, and maybe that’s why he pulls his belt out of the loops on his pants extra slow as he awaits your answer.

“She was fine,” you reply once your brain has managed to click into gear, focusing your eyes on his face rather than his body – not that that particularly helps. “Tae is still trying and failing to win her over, and Jin spoiled her with a whole plate full of chicken for dinner.”  He steps out of his pants and straight into his sweats, giving you just a brief, blissful glimpse of his tight red boxer briefs.  You take another gulp of your cocoa, hiding the light blush on your cheeks behind the mug.

“And what did he spoil you with?”

“Crème brûlée,” you grin as he walks over to the bed and pulls back the covers.  Jimin hums thoughtfully as he climbs in next to you, a cheeky smile spreading across his face, and then leans over you unexpectedly and takes the drink from your hands, placing it on the bedside table.

“Does that mean you’ll taste extra sweet?”  he growls, tone more playful than lusty, and you brace yourself for something to happen when you see all his shoulder muscles tense like a cat ready to pounce.

In one quick movement Jimin grabs both your shoulders to pin you down and starts to place short, staccato kisses all over your mouth, pulling you with him when he rolls onto his back a second later.  You’re half lying on top of him whilst he places kiss after noisy kiss to your lips and you giggle uncontrollably as they get progressively messier, landing on your nose and closed eyes too.

“Jimin, stop!  You’re so gross!” you laugh, trying to push his head back into the pillow, shoving your hand across his mouth to place a barrier between his lips and your face as soon as you possibly can.  He tries to say something but it’s so muffled by your palm that you can’t make it out.

“My kisses are gross?” he pouts once you remove your hand, jutting out his bottom lip and widening his eyes.  You’ve never seen anything more adorable in your entire life, and seeing him lying underneath you with an expression like that makes your heart just melt, all of your insides turning into warm, gooey mush when faced with such an unfathomable level of cuteness.   

“Not even a little bit,” you smile, leaning down to give him a kiss that’s long and lingers, his hands coming to rest on your behind by the time you’ve pulled away.  Jimin’s sulky expression has long disappeared when you open your eyes, replaced by something far more familiar, the corner of his lip curled into a tiny smirk.

“You’ve upset me now.”  He squeezes the flesh of your buttocks gently, rolling his hips up into yours.  “I think you need to make it up to me.”  He cocks his head to the side, his silver hair spreading out on the pillow behind him as that self-assured smile of his grows.

“Oh?”  You tilt your head to the side too, biting down on your bottom lip, more than happy to play along with his little game.  “And how would I do that?”  You see his eyes flicker down to your neck, his tongue slowly slipping out from between his lips to moisten them.

“Daddy’s hungry, kitten,” he tells you, and you can tell from the way he swallows heavily that it’s true.

The very mention of him feeding from you has you tingling between your legs with excitement even though his request isn’t in any way sexual.  Feeding and fucking - the two of them seem to have become synonymous in your mind, and it’s been far too long since the last time drank from you as far as you’re concerned.   

You’re so eager to feel the press of his fangs against your skin and the bliss that it brings that your fingers are shaking as you sit up and take off your collar, your breath already quickening, and the desire with which he watches you do it makes you feel as though you’re performing a striptease.  All the blood rushes to your cheeks, your pulse bounding rapidly through your veins, and Jimin must be able to sense it or hear it because suddenly he groans, reaching to grab the back of your neck and bring you sharply towards him.

“Ask me for it,” he whispers into your ear, fingertips digging into the side of your neck.  You swallow, the words sticking for a moment in your throat before you can finally choke them out, wanting it so badly but almost too afraid to say.

“Bite me, daddy… please.”

When Jimin had first told you that you could call him daddy you’d actually had to hold back a laugh.  The idea of calling someone who wasn’t actually your father ‘daddy’ had seemed ridiculous to you - more than just a little perverted - but the more you’d thought about it over the coming days the more appealing it had started to seem.  You’d tried to put aside whatever familial meaning the word had and focused instead of the feeling it conveyed; dominance, power.  Love and care.  If those words would make you think of anyone it would be Jimin, so perhaps it hadn’t been such a ludicrous suggestion at all.  

And now, when the word passes your lips and you witness the reaction it spurs, you know that saying it was definitely the right choice.  You hear Jimin’s sharp intake of breath, you feel the way his body tenses underneath you, his fingers grabbing at your buttocks, erection digging into your stomach, and instantly the word becomes a thousand hotter than it’d ever felt before.

“Please daddy,” you ask again, realising that hearing you say it that first time had stunned him into inaction.  This time, when you thread your fingers into his hair and drag his mouth towards your neck, Jimin doesn’t hesitate.

His fangs sink deep into you as you let out a strangled moan of pleasure, barely feeling the pain anymore, just an excruciating bliss that’s getting you wetter by the second.  Your body starts to seek out relief all of its own accord, rubbing against the thigh that sits between your legs as Jimin drags the blood from your veins, gorging himself on you, and within seconds you can feel an orgasm begin to grow, throbbing deep in your core.  You can’t tell if it’s from his thigh or from Jimin feeding, but as it hits, melting your bones and setting your blood on fire, you really couldn’t care less where it’s coming from - so overwhelmed with pleasure that your body jerks uncontrollably against him and renders you unable to make a single sound until it’s eventually come and gone.

“God,” you hear Jimin huff breathily into your hair from where your face is now resting in the crook of his neck having collapsed on top of him, “Did you cum, kitten?  Do you really love daddy’s bite that much?” He slips his hand up the leg of your shorts to trace his fingertips along your folds and you shudder as he discovers the wetness that lingers there.  “Fuck, you did,” he groans as he rocks himself against you, pressing his erection against your stomach.  

Unfortunately all you can muster is an incoherent murmur as you nuzzle against his rock hard chest and you hear him laugh softly, his fingers finding their way into your hair to stroke through it gently.  

“I want to fuck you so badly... But right now I’m not sure you could take me.”  The offer of sex has you lifting up your head sleepily, fighting extra hard to stay awake when whilst drowsiness threatens to pull you back under.

“I could... I could do-“ You have to pause to yawn, the blood loss induced dizziness making Jimin’s face appear slightly fuzzy round the edges, “-could do it,” you finish with a murmur but he just laughs at you again, gently pushing you off of him to lie at his side, one arm curled around you so you can lean on his chest.  The both of you lie quietly for a while, Jimin's fingertips lightly tickling up and down your arm as you drift somewhere between wakefulness and sleep.  

After a little while you hear him sigh and you rub your cheek against his pec, placing your arm across his middle and squeezing slightly.

“I hope you know how happy you make me,” he tells you quietly, a soft kiss pressed to the top of your head after he speaks, and even through your sleepy haze his words still make your heart feel like it’s leapt up into your throat, momentarily choked with emotion.  You didn’t know, no, not until he just said it, but now you’re almost delirious with happiness too.

“And I want you to be happy here, too.” You’re about to open your mouth and tell him how that’s definitely the case, but then he carries on speaking.  “So I want you to be honest about what I’m going to ask you.”  You swallow, suddenly overcome with nerves.  What does he want to know?  Is something wrong?

“Ok,” you agree hesitantly, looking down at the lumps under the covers that you know are your legs all intertwined underneath.

“Do you have feelings for Yoongi?”  There’s a very long, pregnant pause in which your heart starts to beat rapidly, your mind at war with itself as to whether to tell him the truth or lie.

“I care about him,” you answer truthfully, but you know you’re being too vague and that’s not really what he asked.

“The way you care about your friend, Sam?  Or the way you care about me?”  Again you pause, biting down on your lip as  panic rises in your chest.  You’re about to lie - to make out it’s all platonic - but then Jimin speaks again. “Don’t lie to me kitten, I’ll know; I can hear your heart racing.”

This isn’t fair; talking to him is like speaking to a polygraph machine, and you've never been very good at lying in the first place.

“I don’t... I don’t know,” you admit, knowing that there’s at least some truth in it - you don’t know what you really feel for Yoongi, only that it’s strong.  You tilt your head back to look up at him nervously, afraid you’ll see anger in his eyes but pleasantly surprised by how calm he looks.

“Did you like it when he kissed you?”  The question catches you off guard, but you figure you may as well carry on being honest if he’s going to be able to guess anyway.

“Yes,” you answer quietly.

“Have you wanted to kiss him again?”  Of course - you’d wanted to kiss him right there out in the hall.  

“Yes.”

“Have you thought about fucking him?” Jimin asks, the pitch of his voice lowering.  You immediately blush, turning your head, unsure you can even bring yourself to answer.  Almost a full minute passes before you manage to nod, looking back up to him and chewing on your cheek.  He sighs as he looks away, his eyes searching the room as if he’s looking for answers to how he should feel.  

You feel so guilty.  Jimin has been so wonderful to you just lately that you’re loathe to cause him any pain.

“He answered the same way.”  He did?  You think deep down you already knew that, but still, knowing that he said those things to Jimin makes all your insides clench with both nerves and excitement. “He's been happier since you arrived.”  He squeezes your arm gently, looking down on you.

“He has?” Jimin nods, expression serious and thoughtful.

“Yoongi has always had periods of depression... some of them worse than others.”  You can easily believe that.  That cold, emotionless front he puts when he’s around other people has always felt like a mask just to hide everything that’s going on inside his mind.  “He went off completely on his own a few years back.. Just left without a word.  We didn’t know where he was or if he was ever coming back... and when he did it was obvious he hadn’t been eating.  He was skin and bone, starving to death, and he barely even cared.”

Your heart breaks at the thought of seeing him like that.  You can see how people might think he’s aloof or harsh, but when he’s in high spirits you’ve seen glimpses of the sweetest, silliest person inside; a boy with a wide, gummy smile and a kind heart.  You love seeing him like that, and knowing that you might be helping to bring it out of him makes you feel so warm inside.

“I want you to be happy, and I want Yoongi to be happy too.”  Jimin tilts your head up with his finger under your chin, smiling kindly before he presses his lips to yours in a kiss that feels almost like a goodbye, and for one horrifying moment you think it might be - that Jimin’s going to step back and not want anything to do with you anymore. But then he pulls back and caresses your cheek, his expression decisive.  Determined.  “So I suppose I’ll have to learn to share, won’t I, kitten?”