daddy kink | joshler + bryler

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was i a slut?

i let both daddy and josh touch me.

and i still wanted more from josh.

was i a slut?

am i?

slut.

slut.

slut.

i scratched at my skin, trying so desperately to tear it away so i can be clean.

so i can be innocent again.

my arms were both red, trickles of blood starting to sprinkle around my skin because of my nails.

josh pulled my hands away from my arms.

"tyler, stop. what are you doing?" he asked, holding my hands away.

"i-i'm not clean. i'm-i-i'm not clean anymore. i'm disgusting."

"shh, shh. shush. you're fine. you are in mint condition."

he wiped my tears away and kissed my forehead, then my nose, then my cheeks, and then on my lips.

"it's okay."

"joshua, i'm a s-slut."

"no, you're not. don't say that!"

he grabbed a few tissues from his nightstand and used them to clean my arms up.

i sniffled and wiped my eyes with the back of my hand.

"i'm sorry. i'm not the best at comforting people."

i'm not a slut.

but i feel like one.