#possible too

“daddy please…”

he has you panting softly against the bookshelf as he leans down closer to you, he’s been teasing you relentlessly for the past hour and it’s getting on your nerves a little

his lips are inches apart from yours as one you feel one of his legs slide between yours while both of his arms are at the side of your head, trapping and leaving you no room for escape

one eyebrow lifts as he looks down at you, shock and amusement written clearly on his face, “what did you call me?”

you stand a little taller, knowing you have him right where you want him, the ‘innocent’ smile on your face elicits a laugh from him, and he knows he’s in for something fun

“I didn’t call you anything.”

“say it again.”

and it’s your turn to laugh, you’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time now and it’s finally here, “beg for it.” the man infront of you lets out a raspy groan as his head falls onto your shoulder, chuckling at your boldness and how he willingly fell into your trap

your body trembles slightly as his voice dips a little lower, as his hands begin roaming up your arms and waist, playing with the curves to cause a distraction for the both of you

“want you to call me daddy, sweetheart. no— I need you to call me daddy.” the hotness of his mouth near your ear begging to be called daddy, sends waves of shock downwards and you whine a little at his voice, “go ahead, call me daddy.”

“do it.”

somehow, in just an instant, he has control of the situation again, and you’re the one weak in the knees and begging with your eyes again, completely giving in to whatever he wants to do to you

“daddy.”