Daddy's Girls (OT4/You G!P)

30: "You better level that tone."

My body's tired and I just wanna lie down and sleep for days. Do I regret fucking them all into oblivion in their dressing room? I sure don't. Will I do it again? I sure will. For now, I need to take a nice shower and go to sleep.

I ended up going to Jesy's for the night since I didn't feel like driving that far. I know she had the same plan, because she was knocked right after. Like I really fucked her to sleep.

Wouldn't be the first time.

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2015

It was past one in the morning when Jesy called me to her hotel room. I was right next door and I was wide awake. I can't seem to sleep in hotels. She caught me during my late night sit-ups saying that she couldn't sleep and felt lonely.

I took a quick shower before going over to her room.

We ended up cuddling in her bed, watching TV. Now, I cuddle with all of the girls; they're like my best friends. But I couldn't help but notice how she's practically on top of me.

Her leg was draped over mine with her knee on my lower abdomen and her hand cupping my neck. It was a rather intimate position and I'm trying not to be a perv.

It doesn't help that she sleeps in short shorts and a cami with no bra. (Come to think of it, all of them are pretty "comfortable" around me.)

I haven't had anything long before I moved here months ago to work for them.

They know about my not-so-little friend and thankfully, they made no big fuss about it. Which was one of my biggest worries.

They're the first group I've ever managed and, even though it's a hard job for a 22 year old, they make it easy.

"Wanna watch something else?" She asks after the movie ended. I snap out of my thoughts and blink a few times. She was already looking at me curiously with the remote in her hand.

"We can. I don't really care," I answer, putting a hand behind my head. She hums and begins scrolling through Netflix.

She settles on a dark comedy, Heathers, which is actually one of my favorite movies.

We get to the part where JT and Veronica "visits" Heather Chandler's house when I realized how relaxed she seemed. She fell asleep.

Just as I lifted up slightly to check my phone, she lets out a groggy, "Where are you going?"

"I'm just checking the time, my love," I say, picking up my device from the nightstand. 2:49.

"I have to go in a little. We have to get up early for sound check," I say and she buries her face in my neck with groan. "I'm almost tired. Can you stay until I actually fall asleep?" She lifts her head to pout at me.

I sigh playfully, "Okay, fine. But you owe me a coffee." She giggles and cuddles closer, if possible, "Thank you, Star."

"Star?"

"Yeah. Like your surname," she answers obviously. I can tell she's rolling her eyes. I quirk a brow and move back to look at her. "You better level that tone," I tease. She actually rolls her eyes, "Whatever."

Deciding to mess with her, I sit all the way up and she huffs like a child. "Nooo, lay back down."

"Not until you say sorry," I say and she crosses her arms over her chest defiantly. "Well, I'll see you in the morning," I start to get up, but she grabs my arm. "No, don't leave yet," she practically whines.