"Did my baby girl get jealous?" Louis asked, amused.
"Shut up. She was being a slut."
He laughed at me.
"You were jealous," he says.
"I was not!"
We get into the car, but he keeps taunting me about being jealous.
"You were, my love," he says.
He started the car and pulled out of the parking spot.
I decided to ignore him. I wasn't going to answer to anything he said.
"You got jealous because she flirted with me," he says, laughing.
I just kept looking out the window, watching the trees as we drove by.
"You're jealous because you're afraid daddy's going to fuck her pussy," he said.
I bit my tongue to keep from saying anything. He was making me really mad.
"Maybe I should go back and fuck her."
I looked at him, shaking my head.
"You're unbelievable," I tell him, looking back out the window.
"How so?" He asks, turning a corner.
"You're taunting me about being jealous of some.. Slut," I say.
He laughs, shaking his head.
"So you are jealous," he laughs.
"Fine. Yes I'm jealous! God damn," I say, rolling my eyes and looking away.
"Why?" He asked, amused.
"BECAUSE YOU'RE MINE!" I yell.
He looks at me, eyes wide as he pulls into the driveway.
"I-I... Sorry," I say, getting out of the car.
I leaned against the hood of the car, looking down at my feet. I was embarrassed. I didn't mean to explode like that.
I looked up to see Louis standing in front of me at eye level.
He grabbed my chin, holding my face up.
"Baby, don't be embarrassed. I'm all yours... I promise," he says.
I looked up at him, biting my lip.
"Can I..."
"What?" He asks.
I shake my head.
"Nevermind. I'll just do it," I say.
"Do what?"
"This," I say, grabbing his face and kissing him.
He was shocked at first but quickly reacted.
His hands gripped my hips, lifting my up to sit on the hood of the car. But he never stopped kissing me.
He slipped his tongue past my lips, running it along mine.
He pulled away, tugging on my bottom lip.
"Inside princess," he tells me.
"Now.''
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Baby Girl
Fanfiction"Don't call me doctor," he says. "Well... what do you want me to call you?" I ask him. "Call me your daddy, baby girl.'' ~~~~~~~~~~ in which a 17 year old falls for her 26 year old gynecologist.
