Daddy Kink

01

Zelda~

Harry~ (Not styles you twats)

(But I do like fucking with you guys ;), enjoy "Harry" ;) <3)

Emily~

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Harry

I grin as I stand in front of the door. Apartment 64C. Behind this door is the love of my life, Emily will be so happy to hear the news. I knock on the door three times.

"Emily!" A woman shouts, probably Emily's roommate I've heard..almost nothing about. I scan my brain for information on the girl.

"The weirdo bleached her hair today, it's like..white."

"Her names Zelda, apparently her parents were nerds"

"Can you believe she came home at four am again, high?!"

"She bought a dog today, a terrifying pit bull, and it's this hideous gray color."

In all honestly, I loved dogs. But I kept my mouth shut about that. Zelda didn't seem all that bad but I knew to keep my thoughts to myself on matters like this.

"Oh fuck!" I hear a small crash "Damn it! My beer tower, that took two hours!"

I chuckle at that but hear Emily yell "Tell him to wait.. and that I love him!" I grin at this, I missed her.

"Fine, I'll get the damn door, I'm sorry for assuming your boyfriend was more important than your hair!" I could hear the sarcasm dripping from the woman's voice

"Hey!" Emily yells back, sounding slightly offended.

The door swings open to reveal a girl around nineteen or twenty. Her hair was indeed white and her eyes were a piercing gray with a hint of red indicating that she was winding down from a high. She was paler than a corpse but a lot more friendly, she grinned at me and I could feel myself falling. She was mesmerizing, her spiked horseshoe lip ring looking perfect upon her plump lips and giving her a slight edge. "Damn Daddy"

Those were the first words she spoke to me. Those two words made my world crumble around me.

"Oh yikes, you belong to.. Emily" Zelda bites her lip, tugging at her piercing. "Rad tattoos, wanna see mine?"

"Yes." I respond without hesitation and she giggles before pouting, I don't realize why until I lean in a bit and read the words 'bite me' in fancy writing on the inside of her bottom lip. I nod in appreciation as I try to stop my pants from tightening. As I step back she lifts up her shirt a bit, just so I can see the bottom of her flat stomach, tugging her leggings down a tad I widen my eyes before reading the word 'Daddy" on her right hip bone in bubble letters and filled in with pink ink. "Impressive"

"I did them myself" She beams proudly "I'm manager at the tattoo shop around the block, I've lived here all my life and my Dad was best friends with the owner who is basically my dad now since- sorry I'm rambling" She giggles but I see a hint of sadness in her beautiful eyes.

"Emily should be out in a..bit" Zelda rolls her eyes "You should wait inside, excuse my mess"

I step in, a tingling sensation running through me as I brush past Zelda, ignoring it I scan the messy room. The crash from earlier did indeed seem to be from a tower of empty beer cans, half of it remained in place while the other half lie scattered across the hardwood floor. Along with the cans, there's various empty alcohol bottles, a bong, some finished and some partly full cigarette packets, and a variety of finished take out boxes. Several ashtrays were scattered around the room, holding finished blunts and cigarettes smoked to the filter. Zelda gingerly hops around the clutter, looking carefree as she all but glides across the room and sits on the expensive looking leather couch, picking up a white pack of Marlboro's and digging a lighter out of her bra, she puts a cigarette between her soft lips and sits Indian style on the couch, she looks at me with wide eyes and with the cigarette still between her lips as she asks a sweet question "Are you ok with me..?"

"Oh yeah, of course" I feel clumsy compared to her feather like steps as I make my way to the couch and sit beside her, with a nod she uses the silver lighter to ignite the cigarette and takes a drag, looking at me as she places the lighter back into her cleavage "Funny story" She breathes at a puff of smoke "The apartment number.." She takes another drag "My bra size"

I nearly choke as she exhales but manage to keep myself calm, in more ways than one. But I can't help but let my mind wonder as we sit in a comfortable silence and wait for my girlfriend.

Zelda in my grasp, my large hand around her tiny neck as she looks at me with nothing but adoration in her piercing gaze. Her lovely lips pulled into a smile as she grinds against me, I move my hand from her throat to her silky hair. I tug her head back viciously, but all she does is moan. I attack her neck, leaving dark marks prominent on her oh so pale skin, marking her as mine "D-daddy" She would call to me in a broken moan "Please"

"Please..what, Baby Doll" I would growl as she ran her little hands down my bare chest, my gaze locked onto her own chest and reached down to take her hard pink nipple into my warm mouth.

"Fuck Daddy, please, please fuck me" She would all but beg. But Daddy doesn't like to play nice.

"Not yet, Doll"

"Plea-"

"Hare Bear!" I'm forced back into reality by the sound of Emily's voice, Zelda snickers at the dumb pet name and Emily glares at her "Could you not smoke that cancer stick in my home?"

"Our home, princess" Zelda reminds her with a roll of her beautiful eyes "Besides, I pay 70% of the rent and I lived here first, the only things of yours here are in your bedroom"

With that remark, Zelda stands up, runs a hand through her already messy, yet sexy, hair, grabs a half finished bottle of jack, raises it to Emily, and walks out the front door.

"Bitch" Emily scoffed before looking at me "ARE THOSE TATTOOS?! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO YOURSELF"

"I like them" I defended, starting to realize just how judgmental my girlfriend really was.

"Oh my god, whatever. You're an idiot" She fumes before grabbing my hand "we have reservations, come on twat"