Info - talk of smut, daddy kink, protective father
"Mmmm, daddy, daddy please more," she begged me. My chest swelled with pride. She always wanted me so bad. Her hands were all over my chest. She was kissing my nipples and holding me possessively.
"Princess, I need some water after that last round," I cooed.
"And then you'll fuck me again?" She asked pitifully.
"I promise," I nodded. She sorrowfully let me go. I shrugged on my sweat pants and shirt. I left her room quietly.
I was whistling as I made my way to the kitchen. I grabbed a cup. I almost dropped it when I heard y/n's father.
"Timothée," he snapped again. I turned around to face him. I grinned sheepishly and waved.
"You think I don't know don't you?" He asked.
"About what sir?" I asked.
"This thing you have going on with my daughter," he said gruffly. My heart dropped into my stomach.
"Okay," I said, unsure of what he wanted me to say.
"Look, she's her own person, but if you hurt her I'll have your head," he snarled. I shrunk back and nodded.
When he turned around I glared at him.
"Your daughter calls me daddy too," I whispered.
"What was that?" He barked.
"Nothing," I said quickly and got my water.
