5 Seconds of Summer Preferences

Michael for Jorgia

You swallowed the knot of fear that arose in your throat as you entered the house. You were supposed to be home a lot earlier, but the group study session lasted longer that you had anticipated. The lights were out, hopefully a good sign. You flicked the switch seeing an empty living room. Good, you thought. He was still at work. Daddy always did work late.

Slipping off your shoes you tip toed up stairs, passed Michael’s study, and entered the shared bedroom. A small smile of relief had made its way to your lips, only to fade quickly.

“Jorgia, where the hell have you been? Do you know what time it is?” the rough accent of your older boyfriend barked out, revealing him seated up in bed, a book thrown across the room.

“Studying went a bit over, I’m sorry Daddy. You know I didn’t mean too!” you squeaked, too tired to put up with the punishment that was bound to happen.

“Why didn’t you call? You were with someone else weren’t you?” he challenged advancing your way. “You being a little slut for someone else? I’m the only one who gets to see you be a little slut.”

You pushed your way past him, trying to get changed into the lacy night gown he had you wear. “I lay out your clothes for you, I’m paying for your education, I feed you, I protect you from everything that you don’t need to see, and how do you repay me? Fucking someone else?”

“Michael, I was studying. There is no one else that could make me feel the way that you do. You know this. Please, I just want to go to bed.” You had been known to get upset when you’re tired.

Michael’s heavy breathing started to fall, his dusty green eyes flickering out, replacing anger with adornment. “I know baby girl, but you still didn’t call. I have to punish you, and once that’s over, we can go to bed.”

His rough calloused hands grabbed you, bending you over his lap. He pulled the thin fabric up, exposing your lacy covered bum. “I’ll leave this on, okay? Because I think you were trying to get stuff for school done, but kept getting distracted by the thought of me.”

“You know what I think?” you challenged, licking his knee, “you just feel insecure about your receding hair line. “

A low growl announced the ripping off of your panties, exposing your bum to his mercy. “Twenty, we got to count them all.”

By the end you were a sobbing mess, clutching to his chest trying to calm down. “You know I only do what’s best for you baby girl. I love you so much.” He shushed, stroking through your hair. “Jorgia is my little girl, yes you are. Tomorrow will be better, okay? Go to sleep, you’re okay.” The coos continued until you gave in to his chest.

a/n: he is Daddy...oh I need a cold shower.