daddy kink | joshler + bryler

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troye came back home two days after the incident.

we gathered around him and gave him welcoming and comforting hugs, but he looked nervous and sad.

i wonder what made him relapse.

i know it's none of my business so i try to not pry.

troye will probably talk to either jacob or connor.

it was noticeable that the three of them were attracted to each other in the same way and that made me wonder something.

daddy doesn't really love me the same way i love him, does he?

daddy just takes care of me and feels me up whenever he's in the mood.

we're not in love.

daddy doesn't love me for me or thinks of me as anything more than someone he takes care of.

daddy loves mommy in the way i love daddy.

i'm so stupid.

what troye, connor, and jacob have is love.

i have nothing.

i am nothing.

josh sneaks up behind me and leads me to our place behind the stairwell where no one could see us.

"hey," josh says as he kisses me on the cheek.

maybe that was it.

the simple kisses behind the stairs.

or josh's arms wrapped around me.

or the small glances.

or when our hands gently brush against each other.

maybe that was what i needed.

but something still kept me here.