i just got a thought. Price whos obvs daddy but when HE acts like it is so annoying. Everyday he will take you’re phone and go onto ur settings to check the screen time and stuff, getting timers on certain apps, making sure you have life360 on for him or any location. Always texting asking if your okay.. smf about him acting just so daddy YUM hes also possessive as hell
"Uh, you gonna get that?" Your friend teases as she looks down at your buzzing phone. You groan in annoyance, snatching your phone off the table and standing up.
"I'll be right back. It's my fiance." You explain, stepping outside of the coffee shop and answering your phone. "Is something wrong? Why are you calling me five times in a row?" You huff when you answer the phone.
John clicks his tongue at you, making you flush immediately and bite your lower lip slightly. "Sorry, Dad. What's wrong?"
"You said you would be home thirty minutes ago... Any reason you're still out, little one?" You hold back a groan, glancing at your watch and realizing you handg even sent him a text. "Well?"
"I'm sorry, Dad. I just got distracted." You pout, glancing over your shoulder and waving at your friends.
"Mm... Head on home, little one." He orders, hanging up before you can protest. You huff, stuffing your phone in your pocket as you walk over to your friends and gather your bag.
"Sorry guys, but I've got to head out. I'll see you next week for the book club!" You rush, your friends immediately teasing you for running off to your man.
"Go have some fun! We'll hear all about it next week!"
If fun meant getting spanked for not texting Price that you would be gone longer and getting sent to bed early, then yes, it was lots of fun. You lay on his chest sniffling, looking at him as he sorted through your phone.
"Fourteen hours on tiktok this week, Y/N?" John scoffs in disbelief, patting your sore ass. "You're getting limited to three hours a day." You gasp a little, lifting your head off his chest and pouting at him. "Hmm? Something to say?" He challenges, pinching your butt cheek.
"Ah! No... No, Dad." You sniffle, dropping your head onto his shoulder.
"Kyle and Johnny get only two hours a day, so consider yourself lucky." He mumbles as he kisses your forehead. You pout quietly as he massages your ass, pulling your underwear aside so he can rub a finger across your hole. "Mm, least you didn't touch yourself today. It's bedtime, kid. I'll give you some lotion tomorrow."
You kiss his jaw softly, mumbling goodnight as he plunges knuckle deep inside of you.
