How writing about incest helps you with ur trauma? Iâm asking bc of pure curiosity, I do therapy to deal with my trauma and never new that write would help
writing about incest and other dead dove / taboo topics has helped me come to terms with what happened to me when i was younger and being able to control What's happening in it is like empowering 2 me ! not gna traumadump obvi đđ but after being in situations where i Was being taken advantage of by people much older than me it's my way of journaling the things i've gone through and/or been exposed to by them. i know a lot of people think it might not be the healthiest way 2 cope Or they think it's just Disgusting n that im an awful person đđđ thats okay like think what U want !!!!! but for me it's the best way i can do it!!!! i take awhile to write sometimes but after i finish something i Do feel more at peace for a bit after. i have always had rlly bad ocd n anxiety and writing these things down n getting the like Gross icky thoughts out of my mind is Very therapeutic for me!
Please put an incest tag on your incest fics! I personally just don't want to see that type of content but I know many people have trauma related to it and that could be triggering for them and blocking tags doesn't do any good if you don't use them!
I want to be clear you can write and read what you like and this isn't an attack on you or anyone who reads incest
THANK U OMG IM SO SORRY !!!!! imSosososo sorry omg it completely slipped my mind thank you so muchđđđđđđ
Hello đŸ i Hav missed u all.... i am Sorry 4 disappearing so much 4 so long .... iHave a Lot of things in my drafts tht i will be working on & hopefully posting Soon ( ^Ï^ )
Why was it so easy for everyone to get off? All you heard from your friends was stories about the latest guy they fucked and how hard they came, or how they learned a new way to make themselves cum. It was always something about sex with them. You never had anything to add to the conversations, all you did was sit there and poke at whatever meal they forced you to order. Maybe your dad was right about them⊠He never really approved of their little group when you first met. Not that it mattered.Â
Itâs normal for a single dad to be so protective of his only child, he wouldnât want any of the icky, terrible, perverted creeps out there to touch his baby. What if someone kidnapped you? He drilled these thoughts into your head since you were young. Told you not to trust anyone, they could be waiting until youâre vulnerable to pounce. What kind of father would he be if he let someone hurt you?
He was good to you, made sure you were happy even if you didnât have too many friends growing up. All you needed was your dad. You were so lucky to have him, he never judged you for anything. The relationship between the two of you was more like a friendship than familial, you felt safe with him. Maybe thatâs why you were so okay with never having a boyfriend. You had him for everything.
Everything but sex. Obviously. Not like you wanted to do it with him, nothing like that. Though, you have wondered what it would be like. Youâve overheard your neighbors gossiping about him, discussing how big he might be, how loud he would be. You knew the answers to both. Not in a gross way!Â
The first time you saw his dick was a couple days after your birthday. He took you on a trip to celebrate at a small, adult-only beach resort. The room only had one bed since it was a last minute trip, but you didnât mind sharing a bed with him. It was small, not a lot of room to change in private. Even the bathroom wasnât privacy focused, a large glass wall was in the middle. You trusted your dad. You knew he wouldnât get a room like this on purpose.
You caught a glimpse of it in the mirror while he was getting changed to take you down to the pool. Just a glimpse was enough for you to know how big he was, it made your cunt throb. A normal reaction to looking at any naked guy. Itâs not like you wanna fuck him or anything.
Back to knowing what he sounds like when heâs fucking someone. Youâve heard him with the random women he sometimes brings over when he has a little too much to drink. Itâs like he forgets how thin the walls are, or heâs too drunk to care. You can hear them crying out from each thrust, their moans louder than your music. But they werenât enough to cover up the noises he made, all the grunts, whines, little curses that get muffled from how hard youâre pressing your ear to the wall. Itâs natural to be curious.
Why are you thinking about your dad like this? While your friends are talking about their latest fuck? Stop being so weird.
You quickly excused yourself, giving them some half assed excuse about your dad needing you to come home and help out with something. You couldnât listen to them anymore, it was too much. How pathetic can you be? A virgin, getting turned on listening to your friends sex stories and imagining them as you and your dad. You really need to get laid.
At least you had the house to yourself, you could try and get off in peace. Emphasis on try. Youâve never been able to make yourself cum, no matter how hard you work for it. The amount of different toys and positions youâve tried makes you look worse than even the most perverted of men. None of it ever worked, none of it ever made you want to give up. All you hear from the latest friends youâre allowed to have is sex, sex, sex. You canât help it if youâre getting desperate.
You were so desperate once that you grabbed one of his shirts to sniff while you touched yourself. That night was the closest youâve come to an orgasm, only because you were smelling a guy's shirt, who it belongs to isnât important.Â
His bed was so soft and it smelled just like him. Your fatherâs scent surrounded you, enveloping you in a cloud of comfort and arousal. It was so familiar, it felt so safe. You werenât at fault when your hand started to creep down, dipping under the waistband of your shorts. You had no control at this point. It was so gross to be doing this in his bed, it was too hard to stop as soon as you felt your wetness leaking through your panties
A light touch through the thin fabric was enough to make you gasp. Were you always this sensitive? It felt like any little contact could set your nerves on fire. Pleasure started to take over your senses, a tight feeling deep inside begging to be released. It was all happening so fast. It has to actually happen this time, nothing's ever felt this intense before. Your fingers moved faster in clumsy, desperate circles over your clit.Â
Your toes curled, hips planting into the mattress. Every part of your body was begging for the sweet release of an orgasm, waiting for it to finally happen. It was so disappointing when the feeling drifted away. Now you were in a messy bed and covered in sweat. Plus, your dad was standing in the doorway the whole time.
He took advantage of your lack of awareness in your surroundings, sneaking up to his bed with a mind full of sick thoughts. His hand snuck up to yours, lightly ghosting over your wrist, gripping it when you flinched.Â
âShh, Daddyâs here now. Donât worry. Iâll help, âkay?â
Your eyes widened, what the actual fuck was happening? Why wasnât he screaming at you? Or telling you to get out of his bed? Why was he touching you?!
Even with all the fear and thoughts screaming at you to push him away, you let him continue. His hand followed yours to your shorts, gently slipping under them all while keeping his eyes focused on yours.
âMy pretty girlâs all wet.. You need Dad to fix it? Make you feel good?â
He sat just behind you on the bed, pulling you closer to his chest. After such a long and stressful day of yelling at idiots that donât understand how to do their job, seeing you like this in his bed was the closest heâd ever get to heaven. Catching you in the act was one of his biggest fantasies. Gross thing for a dad to say about his daughter, huh?
It wasnât really his fault. In fact, it was all on you. Walking around the house in tiny shorts, no bra with the tightest of shirts. You wanted him to catch you, to watch you, fuck you. He knew it. He wasnât dumb. Why else would you walk in on him changing so often? He knew he did a better job raising you, no way youâre that stupid.Â
His arms felt so nice around you, so perfect. You always felt so safe whenever he held you. All your worries would melt away the moment you felt his warmth. It was almost enough to make you forget about his fingers resting over yours, putting just enough pressure to make you touch your clit. A chill ran down your spine from the contact.
âDaddyâs here to help. Donât worry, baby.âÂ
His lips brushed against the shell of your ear as he spoke, planting soft kisses behind it after. The hand currently not touching your cunt moved to your chest, gently kneading your left tit, cock already straining in his pants at your little whimpers.Â
âYâknow, I can hear you at night⊠All the pathetic sounds you make⊠Your shitty toys buzzing for hours⊠Youâre not very good at hiding what youâre doing.â His hand moved yours, controlling each movement your fingers made. You were so small compared to him, he could eat you in one bite. Youâd let him. âCouldâve talked to me. I wouldâve been so happy to help you outâŠâ
He moved your hand further down, pushing your fingers past the fabric sticking to you, directing them to your aching hole. A soft moan fell from your lips as he pushed one in, the pleasure stronger than any other time youâd tried it before. Something about having him here with you made it hit so much harder. The way he took control, slipped right into the position without any hesitation. You were so lucky to have someone like him for a dad.
Your mind shut down, it didnât need to be used anymore. Not when your dad was showing you how to get off. One of his fingers joined the one inside of you, another following soon after. It was too much too soon, the stretch of all three fingers burned. All your senses were on fire, nothing you couldâve done on your own would ever compare to the way he was making you feel.
His fingers pulled out to a pathetic whine from you, sneaking up to your lonely, forgotten clit. Your hips jerked the moment his fingers pressed against you, simply pushing down. He didnât even need to move them much, you were doing all the work for him. You humped his hand like a bitch in heat. It didnât even matter if there was anything in you, you just wanted to feel him against you.
Moans dropped from your mouth, getting louder and louder each second. It was all too much. Your body couldnât handle it anymore, couldnât hold back. Everything hit you all at once. Your eyes squeezed shut, toes curling, head falling back onto his shoulder. Wow, your first ever orgasm was from your dad fingering you.
It felt gross, made you feel gross. It made you feel like the worst person on earth. God, you needed it to happen a million more times.Â
đâ€ïžđ ONLINE LOVE !
Leon S. Kennedy. 4350 wc.
incest, piv, rdr n leon r both huge idiots,
insecure n loser!rdr, dubcon, somno, breeding
The high pitched ping from your computer let you know he finally replied to your message. Almost an entire day later⊠Itâs whatever! Heâs probably just busy, right? There's no way he's already tired of you⊠Right?
You ran over to your desk, slipping on a random sock on the floor, bumping into the corner of a nearby end table. You looked down at the aching spot, already seeing the beginning of a bruise appear. âDamnit, Leon! Learn how to clean your shit!â
The chair squeaked as you sat down, floorboards groaning when you rolled closer to the desk. Your eyes focused on the screen, the spinning loading wheel making you want to scream. âHurry upâŠâ Your thumb was between your teeth while you anxiously watched the screen, eyes lighting up the second your messages with him loaded.
lskndy98 : hey! sorry i took so long :( work has been kicking my ass hehâŠ
dollstar : omg no problem :) i totally get it ! whatâs ur job if u donât mind me asking?Â
lskndy98 : im a cop. i work at the local precinct. not the best job⊠but it pays well!
dollstar : omg no way??? ur lying! my brothers a cop too LOL
The conversation went on for hours. You were in love with a guy youâve known for a little more than week. A guy you met in some random chatroom. A guy that could be a serial killer for all you know! Itâs whatever. Doesnât even matter, does it? Heâs hot enough. At least his body is⊠He hasnât exactly shown you his face. Which makes sense⊠Was this weird? This was weird. Imagine if your friends found out! Or even worseâ Your brother.
Leon would never let you live this down. Heâd call you a freak, a loser. Fucking asshole. Heâs the loser and freak. Not you! Heâs the one that spends all his free time holed up in his room⊠on his computer⊠talking to people online⊠Okay, maybe you two werenât so different, but it doesnât matter. Youâre better than him!
Sure he was older and he had a job and he was your parents favorite. But, what does that matter? You actually have friends and someone that likes you. You: 1. Leon: 0.
Maybe⊠just maybe. You were a loser too. You didnât even know this guys name and you wanted to marry him? Yeah. Youâre as lame as Leon. Worse even. He had a steady income! You had nothing.
The knocking on your door frame snapped you out of your thoughts, head whipping around to face whoever was bothering you. The sight of Leon instantly made you want to vomit. âWhat do you want? Iâm clearly busy.â
He scoffed at your words, pushing off the wall with a grunt, face twisted into one of annoyance as he walked over to you. The look was immediately wiped away when he got closer. Explicit messages covered your computer screen. He laughed at you. He actually laughed at you!
âNo way⊠You're flirting with some random guy? How long have you even known him?â He leaned over you, practically on top of you as he stared at your screen. Your hands moved as fast as possible to click out of the tab. Your cheeks were burning with shame, the thought of shooting yourself seeming more and more appealing with each second.
âItâs⊠It's none of your business! Go away!â You pushed him back, getting out of the crappy office chair to shove him out of your room. Why did he have to come in and see all of that? Idiot, idiot, idiot was all that repeated in your head. All thoughts clouded with pure embarrassment at your worst enemy finding out you were sexting some random dude on the internet.
Leon, on the other hand, felt like he was about to vomit. You were really talking to some dude you didnât know? Yeah, sure, he was talking to some girl he didnât know⊠but it was different! This girl wasnât just using him for nudes like the guy you were talking to was. You didnât deserve that. You deserved someone good. Someone that could take care of you. Leon could do that for you. If he wasnât your brother. Donât be weird!
His jealousy was normal, right? It was just a big brother being worried about his sister. Nothing more. So what if he felt sick about some loser messaging you, talking about fucking you. Heâs just being protective, yeah?
You spent forever taking pictures for him. All kinds of unnatural angles and poses to show off your body in a flattering way. Tits squeezed into the tightest bra possible. You didn't even look like yourself. Good.
It was pathetic, really. Trying to impress a guy whose face you haven't even seen. What would your parents say if they saw you like this? They'd laugh at you just like Leon did. Maybe everyone was right about you being a loser. No job, no school, only friends are people you met online⊠This guy would change everything though! He has to!
Each picture was worse than the last. Wrong angle, bad lighting, face in it. He couldn't see you. Not yet. It had to be the perfect moment! (When you two got married and he couldn't back out!)
After another hour, you finally got it. The perfect picture to send. One that made you look like some edited catfish on instagram⊠but all natural! With a few quick swipes, you opened the messages between the two of you, uploading the photo as fast as your shitty internet would allow.
Your thumb hovered over the send button, refusing to just inch forward and press it, an invisible force field blocking you from sending the photo. âIt's just a body pic⊠What's the worst he could say?â The words barely audible as they fell from your lips, your thumb hitting the screen soon after.
Dots appeared a few seconds later, disappearing just as fast as they appeared. This went on for what felt like an eternity only for his message to be something stupid. Something so incredibly lame and stupid. âNice. đâ
Nice.
Nice.
He said âniceâ to a picture of you in next to nothing. Who says that? Is he stupid? He has to be⊠Why else would he reply like that?
You frowned at the screen, the thoughts in your mind becoming increasingly negative with each second. Maybe you weren't as pretty as you thought. Maybe you gave him the ick. Maybe you-
It doesn't matter. Heâs just a random dude you met online. Youâve never even seen his face! So what if he thought you weren't hot? He's probably some sleazy neckbeard that scrolls reddit all day. Whatever.
Ding!
lskndy98 : fuckkkk
lskndy98 : just came so hard
lskndy98 : you wanna see?
lskndy98 has sent you an image!
Oh. Oh. He was big. His hand could barely wrap around his cock. Cum dripping down the side of it and onto his hand⊠All because of you.
You were speechless, every single thought that was running through your head vanished. So he did think you were hot! A hot guy thinks you're hot!Â
Okay, so you don't exactly know that he's hot⊠but he is big. It counts, right? Whatever. You're the reason thereâs cum dripping down his thick cock. Someone thought that your body was worth something! All of that time spent getting the right angle was so worth it now!
dollstar : omg 0____0
dollstar : was tht rlly bcus of me??
dollstar : ur making me blush⊠<3
You couldn't stop staring at the picture, everything else being blurred out, your mind entirely focused on him. The phone slipped into your hand, holding the picture close to your face as the other one slipped down into your underwear. A soft sigh escaped you the moment your fingertips made contact with your clit.
You could feel the pleasure crawling through your veins, your breathing suddenly becoming ragged and heavy. Each brush of your fingers made you dizzier than before. All ability to process your surroundings flew out of your head.
Knock, knock, knock.
You dug your teeth into your lip, not hearing the heavy beating on the door. Your mind was in such a haze you failed to notice Leon standing in your doorway staring directly at you until it was too late. A loud shriek bounced off the walls and into his ears as a throw pillow came flying at his face.Â
âGet out! Get out! Fucking pervâŠ!â Any previous sexual feelings you had jumped out of you the second you saw your brotherâs face. How long was he standing there? Why were you related to such a creepâŠ
The air in the room was heavy once you finally stepped into the kitchen, an awkward, ashamed look was plastered on your face as you approached Leon.Â
â...Hey.â Hey? That's the best you could come up with?
âUh, sorry about⊠earlier. You weren't meant to see that. Let's just try to forget about it, yeah?â Simple enough for him to understand. At least you hoped it was.
All he did was nod at you, barely acknowledging your presence. He stayed glued to his phone, turned slightly away from you.Â
âHello? Iâm talking to you, asshole.â You stepped towards him, turning him around to face you, absentmindedly looking down and making eye contact with the very obvious bulge in his pants. Oh.
It was as if time froze. Your eyes were locked onto his dick, like it had its own pair and was battling you in a staring contest. This could not be happening. Your older brother, the guy youâve fought with for years, was hard for his own sister. Disgust overtook your body as you ran to the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet before puking your guts up.
How could he do that to you? What kind of sick freak gets hard for his little sister? It felt like millions of tiny bugs were crawling over your skin, the taste of vomit resting on your tongue as you hid in the bathroom with the door locked. What about all those years together growing up? Eugh, did he feel like this back then too?
You stared at the door for what felt like hours, waiting until it felt safe enough to leave and go back to your room. Carefully, you twisted the doorknob, tip toeing on the wooden floors to get to your destination.Â
You flipped the lock on your door as soon as you got in, making sure he couldn't try to peep on you. The only comfort you had was the hot, faceless stranger on your phone even though he was just words on a screen. God, your life really was pathetic. The only guy that's ever been interested in you probably lived across the country and your freak of a brother wanted to fuck you.Â
Your back was against your door as you messaged whatever he was to you. To make things worse, you two still haven't decided on what you were. Each new thing that you realized only seemed to make your night worse. Maybe you weren't meant to be happy or enjoy your life. You were probably some sort of monster in a past one and this was just karma finally getting you back.
dollstar : hey⊠you there?
dollstar : could use some company
dollstar : lol
lskndy98 : what's up??
The only thing that was able to comfort you was venting to your eboyfriend about everything that was wrong in your life without fully going into detail about just how horrible it was. He can know your brother sucks without knowing why⊠There's no need to drive him away just yet.
The next few days were filled with you thinking about how to approach Leon. You couldn't let this situation stay like this forever, you had to work something out with him. But every time you tried coming up with something, you got too scared to talk to him. What if it happened again?
After taking a few shots to loosen yourself up, you made your way to his room, gently knocking on the door. It creaked open, giving you a nice view of his bedroom and the door to his bathroom. Youâre not sure why, but it felt like something was pulling you in towards the bathroom, putting you under a trance to take a peek inside. I mean, it's not like itâll hurt anyone to snoop through his things. He's probably not even in there!
Your fingers wrapped around the knob, turning it even after hearing the shower running. There was no way for you to stop yourself, your body was moving on its own. You cringed as the steam hit you, immediately enveloping you in a gross, wet heat. The humidity in the room made you want to gag, distracting you from the main thing in front of you.
The vomit taste that's been resting on your tongue the past few days melted away as soon as you laid your eyes on his lean body in the shower. The way the droplets of water dripped down his toned abs made your thighs squeeze together.
No! No! Heâs your brother for crying out loud! Don't be a gross pervert like him.Â
Without saying anything, you left and went straight to your room. The whole thing shouldn't have been so⊠hot! You two were related for crying out loud. Connected by blood. It was wrong! But, it really turned you on, the taboo aspect of it sending a dangerous shock through your veins.Â
A thought popped into your head, one that made you dispose of your clothes and crawl into bed, camera mode on your phone ready in your left hand. Heâs in the shower, right? So, he shouldn't bother you for a bit⊠You have about an hour. Just enough time to make a certain someone a sweet video!
The moment the camera started recording you began touching yourself, dragging your fingers over your thighs, wincing softly but covering it with a moan when you pressed too hard on the bruise from earlier. The feeling that flowed through your body when you made contact with your clit set your skin on fire. Each touch already too intense for you to handle.
âYou like thatâŠ? âts all for youâŠâ Well, kinda. Sure, most of it was for the guy you've been thirsting over for weeks, but a small, tiny part was from seeing your brother naked, no matter how hard you tried to deny it. He just looked so good. All that training at the academy and mornings at the gym really paid off. He had to be like, the hottest guy you've ever seen. Even if he was your brother!
He was big too. You only got a slight glimpse of it but it was the biggest youâve ever seen. Though, itâs not like youâve seen many. It looked heavy, like itâd hurt your mouth. Maybe that's why all the girls in school talked about him like he was a God. He definitely looked like oneâŠ
Another part of you wondered how heâd be in bed, even if it was gross to think about at first. Would he be gentle or rough? Would he make sure you came first? Or leave once he was done? Was he any good at it? You needed to know- No! Stop it! What's wrong with you?!
You fingers stop moving instantly, thumb pressing the stop recording button as you moved to sit up. How could you do this? Touching yourself to the thought of your brother⊠The guy that practically raised you. Something has to be wrong with you for you to find him hot enough to fantasize about.
Whatever, it's not like anyone will know. Just send the video and forget why you took it. Simple. Easy. Not hard at all. So why couldn't you move? Why was there a little voice in your head telling you not to send it to some stranger when there's a hot guy in your house? Fuck- Stop it!
You focused in on your phone, sending the video with a few pictures from before.
dollstar has sent lskndy98 an image!
dollstar : hope u like it :p
dollstar : thought of u the whole time⊠wish u cld help :(
Weird. He usually responds almost instantly⊠Maybe he's busy with work or in the shower or something. It doesn't matter, it's not something to worry over. None of this is anything to worry about. It's normal to feel like this once in your life, yeah? Yeah. It has to be. Itâs too late to focus on anything that big anyways. As soon as your head hit the pillow you passed out, drifting off into a sweet dreamland filled with visions of you and your mystery man.Â
Leon turned the hot water off, grabbing a white towel as he stepped out of the shower, wrapping it around his waist. His first instinct was to check his phone, see if anyone at work had called him. Nope! Just a message from his sorta girlfriend!
His eyes shot open as he clicked on the notification, being hit in the face with a video of her touching herself. For him! Her fingers looked so nice moving around her thi- Ouch, nasty bruise. Looks like the one his sister has⊠In the same place, on the same leg. Same shape and everything.
No, no, no, no. This was not happening, especially not after that night a few days ago. He stared at himself in the mirror, all color drained from his face, a sickly feeling creeping up on him.
Why did he have to be hard right now? He just found out the girl he's been talking to for weeks is his sister⊠He jerked off to pictures of her!Â
He set his phone on the counter, leaning forward to try and stop the sudden dizzy spell and urge to vomit on all of his stuff. This was just a horrible nightmare, right? He would wake up tomorrow morning and forget all about it, go back to normal. But, you looked so cute all needy for him, even if you didn't exactly know it was him. One little listen to it couldn't hurt.
The first moan after he hit play hit him like a wrecking ball, sending a shock to his system as he listened to the video, hearing it bounce off the bathroom walls. Your little noises just sounded so pretty, he couldn't help how hard he was getting for you.Â
âLeon!â The high pitched whine from the video almost made him short circuit. You said his name. Sorry, you moaned his name. You were thinking about him while touching yourself and you didn't even realize before you sent it! He couldn't hold it in anymore, he was gripping the edge of the counter so hard his knuckles were white. God, why would you do this to him?
He walked out of the bathroom, still dressed in only the small towel around his waist and his phone on the counter still playing the video of you. He made his way to your door, standing outside of it for what felt like a decade. Slowly, he twisted the doorknob, sneaking into the darkness.Â
The close he got to your sleeping figure the more control he lost. You just looked so perfect⊠so soft. His hand crept towards your face, wiping away a small line of drool. He really shouldn't be doing this to you.
Leon crawled onto the bed, dropping the towel on the floor. He peeled back your blankets and pulled your panties down, mouth watering at the sight of your cute little cunt, all wet for him. It was like his fingers had a mind of their own as they moved through your slit, collecting your essence on the tips. He brought them to his mouth, groaning out in pleasure at the taste. Well, it's too late to stop nowâŠ
He inched closer, spreading your legs apart just enough for him to fit in between them. You looked so beautiful like this, only wearing a bra, eyes shut so peacefully, cunt exposed for your big brother. His thumb hovered over your clit, barely brushing against it. He was still too hesitant to fully dive in.
He took a deep breath as he began to circle your clit, watching the way your face twitched in your sleep as he touched you. âYeah, jusâ like thatâŠâ
Each sound you made was pure heaven in his ears. Every little whine or moan made his heart threaten to jump out of his chest! He pushed two of his fingers into your needy hole, craving something inside of it. So easy, it was sucking him in. How desperate were you for some action?
He made sure to be gentle, not wanting to wake you up just yet. Each thrust of his fingers was so delicate, simply stroking your walls, as if he were trying to memorize them in exact detail. He might not get this chance again, so why not milk the most out of it? No pun intended.
Too engrossed in your pretty pussy, Leon failed to notice you beginning to wake up. Your eyelids fluttered open as the strange feeling down there started to mess with you. âHuhâŠ? LâŠLeon? What are you-â
You gasped loudly, pushing him away as you scooted back to the headboard, trying to put as much distance between the two of you as possible. âFucking freak! Get out!âÂ
Why wasn't he more scared of getting caught? Why did he look so okay with this?!
He cooed at you, shaking his head as he crawled back over to you. âNot gonna do that, princess. I think we both know what you really want⊠Saw that video after all. Been trying not to think about you since that night I caught you. You're just making it too hard.â
Your heart dropped to your stomach. All of the pieces slowly connecting in your head. Same age, same initials, same job. Youâve been almost dating your brother this whole time!
He used your confusion against you, pulling your body just enough to make you lay down, giving him an opportunity to pin your wrists onto the bed. âI think I deserve the real thing after youâve been teasing me for months, don't you?âÂ
The moonlight pouring in through the window reflected off his teeth, only making his sinister smirk that much more intense. You should be terrified right now. Trying to push him off or scream for help, not dripping onto your sheets.
All you could do was nod, pouting up at him with a scared look in your eyes. You did want this⊠You just didn't know it would be with him.
He held both of your wrists with one hand, moving the other one back down to your pussy, resuming his actions from a few moments ago. His touch was different than anything youâve ever felt before. All of the lame hookups you had in the past were nothing compared to this. Your fingers didnât even feel this good! His were so thick and long⊠You already felt so full.
It wasn't even 3 minutes until you came, your big brotherâs fingers working on you like some super powered vibrator. Your back arched off the bed, wrists burning as you tried to pull them out of his grip. It all felt too good, your nerves were on fire, all of it hitting you like a 90 pound weight.
You shuddered as he pulled his digits out of you, coated in your juices, shining under the moonlight. He wiped them on your sheets, trying to get back to you quickly. Gross.
He moved around, lining up the tip of his aching cock with your sensitive hole, teasing you a bit before pushing in slowly. His head fell forward, bottom lip caught between his teeth as he tried not to scream. You felt so perfect around him, like you were made for him!
He released your hands, propping himself up on his forearms as he laid over you, slowly beginning to move. Soft groans and grunts fell from his pink lips. All of the prettiest sounds coming from the prettiest boy.
âCouldâve been doing this for so long⊠Fuck- Could've been making you feel good for such a long time⊠âm sorry, baby. Iâll make it up to you⊠Promise.â You could barely hear what he said, head too fuzzy to process anything other than the way the veins on his cock dragged along your walls.
It was all better than you could've imagined. All the stories you heard that you thought were disgusting at the time were true. He was a creepy, perverted asshole but heâs the best in bed. Youâve never felt more alive than now, stars appearing above your head as pleasure began to take over again.
âLeon, please!â You whined, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him in closer. Your thighs were around his waist, not giving him a chance to escape even if he wanted to. He rolled his hips into you, making sure to take his time instead of rushing things like heâd usually do with a girl.
âI know, I know. Iâve got you⊠Don't worry.â He mumbled it against your neck, leaving sloppy, wet marks behind as he moved all over your skin. You were his now, he had to make sure everyone else knew too.
He leaned into you harder as his pace got sloppier, his orgasm building up. He inhaled your scent as he came inside of you, filling you up like you were always meant to be. Leon almost collapsed on top of you, using the last bit of strength he had to roll the two of you over with him still inside.
âSorry I woke you up⊠Jusâ had to make sure you knew who you were really talking to..â
synopsis: Of course your big brother coddles you. Do you find it weird? Yes. So, you slip away to a Halloween party, unbeknownst to what will happen later in the night. Maybe you'll find yourself clinging to your older brother in time of need.
cw: MDNI!! INCEST !! Knives, oral, p in v, unprotected sex, noncon/dubcon, creampies, spanking, manhandling, degradation, praise, overstimulation, poor depictions of alcohol and drinking, poor depictions of flirting (im shorry), videotaping.. um probably more but i don't wanna spoil it. LEON IS VERY OOC (since some ppl are babies about that đ)
âHey little sis,â he hums out, hand reaching up to pet your head with affection. Thinking about how cute you are when you look up at him with red hot cheeks. His eyes dip down your body, so soft and plush. Perfect.Â
âLeoonnnn!â You drag out his name in an annoyed tone. Swatting his hand away. Can't help but think that he's a pest, constantly buzzing around you. Never leaving you alone.
Like, câmon doesn't he have a job? He's always been a bit of a lurker around you, but especially now that you're in college. Can't always be his baby sis. One day, you'll have a significant other, leave the house, and sort of cut contact for the most part. Be too busy to entertain your loser of an older brother.Â
To him though? You will be by his side forever. Dote on you forever and ever. Never make you pay any bills, lift a finger, or even have the time to complain about something. Because, guess what! Big brother is always here for you. To take care of you and never make you have to get a job to sustain yourself.Â
Leon just chuckles at your display of frustration. He wants to comment on how cute you are, especially when you say his name like that.Â
Wants to just snatch you up and cuddle with you until you are fast asleep in his arms. His strong, firm biceps against your body like you're a body pillow.Â
Imagining you scooting up close until you're snug against his body. Your ass pressing into his groin so much that he can feel your tailbone. To imagine you knocked out so he can take full advantage of you. Better yet, if you pretend to be asleep, letting him grope you in ways a brother shouldn't.Â
Honestly, he thought about ordering some sleeping pills to dissolve into your drinks. So when he feels like feeling you up in your sleep, he can do it while making sure you're gonna stay asleep.
And place a camera in your room so he can watch back on how you look and react in your sleep. See if you smile in your sleep. Good material to jerk off to, especially good if he manages to snag a pair of your panties.
He sucks on his teeth and shakes his head down at you. âSo⊠whereâre you headed, looking like that? Got a hot date or what?â Leon drags his eyes slowly once more. One thing caught his eye immediately. Can't believe he didn't even notice it the first time he looked at you.Â
You are wearing black pantyhose and a white mini dress. What are you, some cheap hooker? No, no, no⊠you are his baby. Only he should see you like this. Not some fucking douchebag who's going to do a pump and dump.
Man, if he ever catches some guy trying to dick you down in your bed.. it'll be over. One flash of his badge and the guy will go running off with his tail between his legs. It doesn't mean anything to Leon if your love or sex life doesn't even begin.
âI'm going to a Halloween party.â You answer bluntly, gesturing towards your sexy nurse rendition. Shifting from one foot to the other, your maroon colored heels clicking on the hardwood floor. Sighing deeply, like he's boring you.Â
Leon raises his eyebrows. Even worse than a date. A whole party full of immature adults whose brains aren't fully developed. Great. Perfect.Â
âSure you don't want me to go with you? I can be a sexy cop,â he puts his hands on his hips with a sly smile. âI can even bring my handcuffs.âÂ
You wrinkle your nose at that. âUm, no thanks. You'll just be watching me the entire time, again. Remember last time?âÂ
Closing your eyes and shaking your head rapidly for a few seconds. It was weird.Â
âOh come on , I was making sure nobody was trying anything funny. Can't consent if you're totally wasted.â As if he isn't planning on touching you in your sleep.Â
Though, you've no idea that he's thinking this stuff. Supposed to be a good guy. Good cop.Â
However, there is something about you that makes that dark side of his brain itch. Maybe it is because you are his little sister? The fact that you guys used to play house together? Used to do things that would be weird to do as two grown adults.Â
Him being the husband, you being the wife. Parents in the other room as you mimicked what they did a lot, which is a quick peck on the lips. It was innocent.Â
Or when you both were forced to change in the bathroom together, after swimming. It was all fine and dandy since you're family. And when it became weird, was when you were fourteen and he was sixteen.Â
Weird that your brother kept following you and bothering you. Or was the chaperone at dances. Always staring and glaring down at other boys. Pissed you off and you both argued on the way home. You did not have a good time at any dances because of him.Â
âI need to protect you from the bad guys,â he said. âMom says I have to watch you, since I'm older than you,â he said. What is he, some sort of hero?
It only got worse when you walked in on him masturbating. You remember the way his mouth was formed in an âoâ shape, how his cock was flushed at the tip. How he had his head tilted back into his pillow. The lewd sounds of him fucking his fist and his soft groans and whimpers. And how his muscles rippled with each tug, the slight sheen of sweat on his naked figure.Â
Leon was just mumbling to himself. âYeah? Yeah, just like that. MhmmâŠâÂ
âTake it baby, take it.â
âPlease let me cum inside of you. Please let me.âÂ
And a whole bunch of other things you simply wish you never heard out of his mouth. It makes you cringe. But you also feel disgusted for squeezing your thighs together as you watched him. He was big. Real big.Â
âYeah. But I want to go, to have a good time, Leon.â You insist on leaving alone. âI'll text you if I need any help.âÂ
Giving him a flat smile, you click clack your way to your friend's car outside. Getting inside the vehicle and driving away swiftly. Looking out the window and seeing Leon wave goodbye to you.Â
As soon as you arrive at the party, you are bombarded with the smell of weed, sweat, and alcohol. Just the right scent notes for a candle!
You shimmy your way into the kitchen for a red solo cup to fill up with some concoction of alcohol and juice. Doing so, you find yourself flirting with a guy who is dressed up as a vampire. And he convinces you to dance with him.Â
Making your way to the dance floor, he keeps a firm grip on your wrist. Slowly moving it down towards your hips. Itâs a bit weird for someone to be so confident and comfortable with touching a woman like that immediately. But you ignore it for the time being.Â
Slowly getting to know him and all of his interests. Barely giving you any time to talk about yourself. It's whatever. He's cute.Â
It sure is fun letting loose and drinking all your sorrows away.
You feel his hand start to slip down towards the top of your ass. Still, you don't say anything. Maybe it's just the alcohol dulling your senses, you just can't find a care in the world to stop him.Â
He leads you back to the kitchen, pouring you a drink. Urging you to finish what he made you before you both got back to the dance floor. Kind of weird, but alright.Â
Shit. All you can see and feel is his soft body against you, his dick grinding up against your stomach. The black shaggy hair and his stupid vampire collar. And his old spice ass cologne, ugh. Headache central.Â
You excuse yourself and go to the kitchen. Fixing yourself another cup, because fuck it. And then another man comes up and starts chatting away with you.Â
Eventually, you both make it outside. Talking about the most random bullshit you could think of.Â
This guy's pretty cute too. No costume though, from what you could tell. And, he's eyeing you up like candy. Like he wants to eat you up here and now. HotâŠ!
He's tall, skinny, and has dark brown hair. Oh, not to mention the weird black lines on his face. MaybeâŠit's his costume? You hope.Â
âSo, what's your costume?â You gesture towards his outfit.Â
âI'm dressed up as Choso from Jujutsu Kaisen, you probably don't know it. It's an anime.â He explains with a shrug of his shoulders and a smirk to his lips.Â
Oh! So he's one of those guys. Yeah, nevermind. No thanks, Mr. Nice guy.Â
âOh, okay⊠Cool. I'll be sure to look that up later,â you hum and nod your head.Â
He created this awkward atmosphere. Best to just swipe it under the rug and talk about something else. Or, just get more alcohol! Because alcohol fixes everything!Â
Both of you make your way back into the house and you grab some more of that good stuff. Gulping it all down and smoothing your slutty nurse outfit out. Bending over to fix your stockings, to make sure it looks cute still.Â
Somebody comes up behind you and whistles. That gets your attention in the wrong way. Doesn't matter to the guy though. Attention is attention. Can't help but wrinkle your nose at him, watching him walk away with a smug look on his face.
You straighten up and sigh, checking your phone. It's only been two hours?Â
God, it feels like it's been an eternity in this swamp of horny drunk adults. You can't see your friends anywhere, assuming they've already left and are going to hookup with some stranger. Like always, leaving you behind to fend for yourself. It's cool though.Â
Rubbing your bleary eyes, you stumble out the front door. The chilly air of October coming to bite you in the ass. Quite literally. It's almost hanging out with the way it keeps riding up. It's not too cold, as you have some liquid courage in your system! Thank god for that!Â
Feeling your teeth start to chatter, you manage to send your location to Leon. Opening your camera, you take a good look at yourself. Fixing yourself up to take a few photos. Might as well, since you look absolutely amazing. Wouldnât want this makeup to be all for nothing, now would we?
As you smile and pose for the camera, you feel two arms slipping around your waist. But no groin pressing up against you. Odd. You bite your lip and turn your head.Â
âWhat theâLeon?â
âYes, silly. That's my name, don't wear it out.â He chuckles down at you. âWhat? I was getting ready to pose for a picture with you.âÂ
You roll your eyes, feeling his chin rest on your shoulder. And at the last second, he moves his hand to come up and squish your cheeks together. Ruining the photo.Â
Turning around, you let out a huff of air. Hitting him once in the chest before making your way to his Jeep. Not bothering to chastise him for doing that. You've had enough of men for today.Â
Buckling yourself, you squeeze your legs together, trying to warm up quickly. The warm air fanning all around you, undoing all the prickles in your skin, it's refreshing. Leon gets into the driver's side and buckles himself before driving back to your guysâ house.Â
Closing your eyes, you tilt your head back against the headrest. The bumps and the soft sound of the radio killing you to sleep. Thankfully Leon doesn't say anything the rest of the way home.Â
As the car slows to a stop, you wake up from your littleâbut much appreciatedânap. Groaning, you unbuckle and get out. Staggering your way up the stairs and waiting for Leon to hurry up and unlock the front door.Â
His thick hair bounces with each step he takes as he jogs his way towards you. Opening it and walking inside, shutting it and locking it behind you.
He takes his shoes off, leaving them at the door and disappears into the hallway. You sigh, taking your heels off and hurrying to your room. Closing it behind you, you set your shoes on the floor. Flopping onto your bed with a groan.Â
Before you could begin to take off your clothes, the power goes out. Leaving you in complete darkness. Double tapping your phone, you put on your flashlight.Â
âLeon?â You call out, crawling out of bed to open your door.Â
A few beats later there's a loud thud, which makes you jump. Okay, now you are really scared. Soft hums and deafening white noise fills your ears. You go to his door and knock on it.Â
No answer, yet again. Did this asshole fall asleep? Great.Â
Making your way towards the living room, you hear yet another noise. âHa ha.. very funny Leon! I know its you.âÂ
You hope it's just him pulling a prank. Hope.
And when you finally reach to your destination, you move your phone around to see if anyone's there. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice a tall black figure.Â
Screaming, you almost slip and fall trying to run back into your room. But before you could make it, their hands grab onto your waist as tight as possible. Pulling you back towards their chest. God damn it, you dropped your phone!
âPlease let me go!â You start panicking and sobbing, kicking your feet out in hopes that they drop you. âI don't wanna die! PleaseâŠ!â
They don't, obviously. And you try to elbow them in the stomach, hearing them groan and tighten their grip around you. Putting one hand over your mouth with ease.
The man drags you back into the living room, throwing you on the couch and straddling your hips. You hear him snort and in turn makes your stomach churn with disgust mixed with fear. Sobbing, you feel weak due to being inebriated and scared. Unable to try and push him off of you.Â
âYou're so stupid,â he says lowly, his gloved hands pinning your wrists down with one, the other one squishing your cheeks together. âSo slutty too.âÂ
His hand leaves your face and traces the curves of your body. Too bad you can't see his face. Stupid mask.Â
âW-What do you want from me?â You squeak out, feeling his hand start to grope at your chest with interest.Â
âYour virginity, baby.â He coos, ripping off your skimpy nurse dress. The buttons go flying everywhere. His voice sounds familiar though.Â
In the state of shock, he takes the opportunity to pull out his knife and cut through your bra. Watching the way your nipples pebble up and how your tits jiggle. Putting his knife back, he groans. Grabbing a tit and squeezing it before letting it go to slap it.Â
âStop it! Why are you doing this toââÂ
Listening to the way you gasp and whimper. He repeats it a couple times to each tit, before he pulls up his mask just enough to see his mouth.Â
Leaning down, he forces you into a kiss. His hand lightly holding you down by the neck, his thumb gently squeezing the side. Letting you feel lightheaded so that you still panic at the thought of him killing you.Â
âTaste so good, pretty girl.â The man laughs into the kiss before he gets off of you.Â
Maneuvering you into the missionary position. Pushing your legs down with his weight as he ties your hands together.Â
Once he deems it good enough, he gets up and starts to shuffle things around. And lights a few candles, making you squint, noticing something being propped up. Blinking a few times, you see it's a fucking camera.Â
âPlease, don't do this to me. PleaseâŠâ you beg him, watching him make his way back to you.Â
His hands sliding up your legs, playing with the stockings you have on. âCute tights you've got on, slut.â He hums, his thumbs trace the lace.Â
Moving up until he reaches your panties. âHm, cute thong too. I see it's nice and soaked for me. And here you were, screaming and crying for me to stop.â He cuts them off of you, dragging the dull tip of his blade against your skin. Seeing you jump as he gets closer to your chubby cunt.Â
âGot nothing to say?â The man puts his knife away, his thumb swiping over your folds. Not rubbing where you want him to rub, just teasing around it.Â
âPleaseâŠâ you whine out, trying to move your hips in a way that makes his thumb press against your clit.Â
He chuckles, laying between your thighs, holding them up over his shoulders. âI know, I know. You want your pretty pussy to be played with. Want it to be raped too, huh?â Licking up and down your lips, teasingly dipping his tongue into your hole.Â
Groaning, he starts to suck and swirl his tongue around your clit. You moan and squirm under him, feeling his hot tongue against your clit feels soo good. Moving your tied hands down to grab at his head. Needing to hold on to something.Â
âMmh.. right there,â you mewl, grabbing at his head harder. Hearing him slurp and moan into your pussy like he's the one that's getting head.Â
âYeah, right here?â He goads, taking your clit between his teeth gently. Nibbling on it and swirling his tongue all over it. And all thoughts in your head became mush.Â
It creeps up on you like a jump scare in a movie. One minute you're fine, next minute you are jumping. Not because you're scared, but because you came so hard your body couldn't help but thrash around.Â
âI'm⊠I'm c-coming!â Loud cries came out of your mouth as your legs shook and planted themselves against his head. The fact a camera is recording your every move and word, slips out of your brain and out into his mouth.Â
And he greedily latches his mouth onto your hole. Getting every last drop of your cum before he sits up on his haunches and removes his mask. Maybe it's because you just came, but you aren't so alarmed that it's Leon.Â
âWhat the fuck? Leon?!â Your cunt throbs, feeling your heart sink down straight to your ass. You can't even move properly and that makes him smile.Â
âWhat the fuck, Leon?â He mocks you, leaning down to get all up in your face. âSo fucking cute,â he hums, squishing your face together before moving it away from him, âso stupid though. I mean, fuck. You'd get wet and spread your legs for any man who wants to lick you open?âÂ
Leon tuts, giving your cheek a few taps before he pushes down his black sweats. His cock already hard and flushed red at the tip. Giving it a few slow strokes, his other hand gently roams up your body, giving your boob a feel.Â
âGonna let big brother take your virginity? Let me split open this cute cunt?â Leon watches you intently, tapping the weeping tip on your sensitive bud. âNot gonna fuck you until you beg for it.â Grabbing your left leg and lifting it up against his chest.Â
You feel your eyes well up with tears once more. Lifting your head, you watch his heavy cock play with your pussy lips. Blinking them away, you swallow the thickness in your throat.Â
âPlease.. fuck me,â you mumble out, looking away, towards the camera unknowingly.Â
âWhat was that? Speak up, princess.â Leon guides the tip to your hole, letting it kiss your opening.Â
âOh my fucking god! Just fuck me, Leon!âÂ
Shaking his head disapprovingly, he leans down, pushing it in slowly. âBig brother's gotta fuck this attitude out of you, hm? Yeah, he's gonna keep this fat cunt nice and full until she's learned her lesson.â His dirty brown hair falls into your face as he moans from the sensation of your cunt around his length.Â
Keeping his eyes locked into your face as he sinks deeper into you. âDoes it hurt, baby?âÂ
âYeah,â you clench down on him, your velvety walls squeezing him just right. âIt's too big.â A deep whine in your throat bubbles up.Â
âAww, poor pussyâs gonna go through it, yeah? Too bad big brother's cock wants to punish his little sister's cunt. MhmâŠâ he presses his lips against yours as he humps your wetness, softly making out with you. His hand goes up your arm and holds your hand in reassurance.Â
As you lock tongues, he takes the opportunity to go just a bit harder and faster. Groaning as you flutter and cant your hips into his pelvis. The shaven patch of hair just runs against your clit just right.Â
Pulling away, he lets go of your leg and hand, holding onto your hip and pushing your face towards the camera. âI'm recording this, smile for the camera baby,â he says between gritted teeth.Â
Moaning, you look directly into the lenses, tightening around him. âMmhhâfuckâplease!â you squirm, moving your arms to block your face. Too embarrassed to look into it while he's fucking you.Â
âYou camera shy now? So adorable, lil sis,â he grunts, plowing even harder now. Both hands gripping onto the fat of your hips, listening to the squelching from your wetness. âYou hear that? Sopping wet for your big brother. Tightened up when you were forced to look into the camera. It's okay baby, nobody else will see this video but me.â His thumb starts to swirl around your clit hard.Â
Rubbing it fast, feeling you start to come undone on his dick. The feeling of his leather gloves catches onto your clit deliciously. You feel red and hot all over, your stomach tensing up. And you start screaming, legs going numb, feeling your upper body jerk forward as you cum. âLeon!âÂ
âFuck!â Leon rabbits his hips into your squelching heat, roughly fucking you into the couch, âdidn't know you'd squirt so easily.â He lets out a mix of a moan and a laugh, giving your pussy a few taps before putting you into a mating press.Â
Feeling your lace stockings against his head as he drives into his own orgasm. âAll fucked out now, mhm. Yeah, big brother's gânna feed your pussy his cum. Get you fucking pregnant, ohââÂ
He growls as his balls plap against your ass. Filling you up with hot white sticky ropes, stuffing you to the brim. But his hips don't stop fucking it into you. Pressing his cold lips against yours, he slows down.Â
Leon huffs and leans back, pulling out his still hard cock soaked with a mixture of your fluids and his. Watching your cunt open and close, oozing out his spend.Â
He unties your wrists and rubs up and down your sides. âLet me fuck you again, please lil sis?â Feeling your body hiccup and twitch from overstimulation.Â
Rubbing your ruined eye makeup, you weakly nod your head. âUhuh, want it again.âÂ
And then he's back all over you. Kissing you and groping your tits. Twisting your nipples and pinching them as his mouth makes its way to your neck. Begining to litter you with marks to insinuate you are taken.Â
He switches to the other one, giving it the same love and attention he gave to your right breast. And before he stops, he presses a kiss in the valley of your breasts.Â
âOkay, on your stomach now.â He guides you to flip over, spreading your ass to watch your holes wink at him. Gives it a smack, loving the way it moves.Â
Leon braces himself on his forearm as he pushes the head back in. Whimpering as he presses his chest against your back, arms caging you into the couch.Â
âGood god, you're so tight,â humping into you, he whispers into your ear. His breath hot and his voice low, sending chills down your spine and it warms your belly up.Â
âThis slutty pussy is mine, alright? Won't let any other man come near you. You're my little sister.âÂ
âUhuh, sâall yours big brother,â you feed into his fucked up mindset. Letting him fuck you into his idealization of you. Soft, sweet, and pliant.Â
Rocking your hips back, you moan into the cushions. With each thrust, he goes deeper and deeper. Making you arch your back from how deep he is.Â
Soft squeaks and punched out groans rise from your throat, âLeon, please,â grabbing ahold of his hand and squeezing it. âOh, fuck, please.âÂ
His pace starts to pick up, watching the way your head bobbles from his thrusts. Heavy balls plapping away at your clit, making you cry out. He drives himself harder into your wet hole, striving to make you cum again.Â
âYeah? Gonna cum for me? Soak my cock again, uhuh, câmon baby,â Leon encourages you, whimpering and growling in your ear. The loud slapping noises echoing throughout the room. The smell of sex and sweat twirling in the air like dust particles.
Hot and heavy breaths against your neck as he clumsily kisses your pulse point. You shivering beneath him, milking his cock for all its worth is what drives him crazy. Pushing on your lower back as he grips a cheek and then slaps it. Over and over again.Â
Hearing you crying out for him is enough for him to spill his seed once more. He pulls your hair and makes your face visible to the camera, coaxing you through your final orgasm of the night. Listening to you squeal and call out his name.Â
âGood girl. You ready for me to pump this cunt up full with my cum?â Leon starts humping you, barely pulling out as he waits for your answer.Â
âYes, yes, yes!â Eyes rolling into the back of your head as he slams his hips against your ass.Â
About a half a dozen of thrusts, he spurts his load deep into your womb. Letting go of your hair, he lazily grinds his seed into your throbbing pussy as much as he can, before all of it comes pooling out.Â
âFuck me, jesus christ. âBout emptied my balls into you. Fuck, I was backed up.â Leon pulls out of you and spreads you open, watching it bubble and pop out. Biting his lip as he pushes it back in with his thumb.Â
Pulling up his pants, he grabs a few tissues to clean you up. As well as the couch. Oops, hope your parents don't notice any stains!Â
âI'm so full,â you mumble, wincing as you turn on your back. âIt's going to be your fault if I can't walk tomorrow.âÂ
âYeah, yeah, I know.â He snorts, giving you a chaste kiss on the forehead.Â
âOh shit, I've got to stop the recording,â he goes over and shuts it off with a dopey smile on his face. âtaking your first time on our first tape together.âÂ
Groaning, you push him away as he begins to snuggle with you. âGod. Gross, get out of here.âÂ
âC'mon, I'll buy you as many sour patch kids and chocolates as you want. But first, let's go clean up properly.â He convinces you and you allow him to carry you bridal style into the bathroom.Â
Of course, with a roll of your eyes with it too. âYou better.â Because you wouldn't be his cute baby sis without having some sort of attitude towards him. Even after he fucked your brains out.Â
(genuinely forgot where i got the divider for the content warning. augh. I'll find it later.)
warnings: suicide mention, self esteem, internal misogyny. snuff. you eat him and itâs a good time. you kill him while youâre fucking him?? youâre also kinda mean
note: sorry that itâs short, i hope itâs still satisfying to you guys :)
Youâre so fucking hungry.
Itâs been a few days since youâve last fed and torn a jock to shreds: you thought that would feed you for maybe a week, but after three days, youâre not feeling so hot.
Your skinâs dry, your hairâs flat, youâve got dark circles, and your stomach is trying to eat itself.
You look like a normal girl who hasnât got much sleep. To you, you should just kill yourself for daring to even get out of bed because you look so bad. Youâre a woman, you should be beautiful all the time instead of just average.
You trudge through campus with a rumbling stomach, scoping out your latest prey haphazardly.
Leon, guy in your soil science class, bumps into you. Those little piercings around his lips are so cute when you think about it, they kinda remind you of your fangs. âShit, hey, sorry about that.â He rubs the back of his neck and eyes you, blond brows pulling together. âHey, are you okay? You look exhausted, have you been sleeping?â
No, Iâm just ugly, you wanna tell him. You mime a yawn into the back of your hand instead and nod dazedly. âYeah. Studying andâall that stuff. Had to pull a couple all nighters.â
He winces sympathetically. âCan I⊠buy you a coffee or something?â Leon asks after a second, turning a pleasing shade of red that makes you want to bite into him like an apple. Actually⊠thatâs not a half bad idea.
âHow about a movie? At my place.â
Thatâs cute, he looks so pleased when you suggest that. âSure! Sure, whatever you wanna watch.â
âIâm a horror fan.â You say with a coy smile, head cocked to the side. âCan I see your phone? Iâll give you my address.â
He passes it over and youâre sure to touch his hand just a little as you take his phone, inputting your number and address before handing it back. âSee you then.â
You popped Sinister into the dvd player a little before he got here. That one scared you off from TVs for a while, kinda like The Ring did.
You guys lost track half an hour into the movie, your mouth attached to his neck and your hand down the front of his pants.
He sounds so sweet, you can taste the licorice in the air with every sound he makes, pretty face a pretty shade of red. Leon whines a little when you pull away, then goes docile when you start pulling off his pants, then yours.
His big hands settle on your thighs as he looks up at you lazily, blinking slowly and petal mouth parted just slightly.
You duck down and kiss him, rocking back and forth on his thighs until heâs whining again, panting and barely able to kiss you.
Youâre many things, but never let people say you canât be a tease when you really wanna be.
âCome on, come on,â one hand grabs your ass and brings you so youâre stable on his pelvis, âquit fuckinâ teasing meâŠâ
âAww, poor baby.â You pout down at him, smoothing sweaty strands back from his face. âAm I teasing you too much?â
âYes.â Leon says seriously, pouting for realsies.
You click your tongue at him, petting his head and face until heâs not pouting anymore, dazed under the scope of your affection. âPoor thing. Your little heart just canât take it anymore?â
He shakes his head, then opens his big blue eyes to blink at you. Heâs so pretty, with that doll face of his.
Youâre gonna miss him.
Leonâs mouth opens in a soft sigh as you finally have mercy and sink down on him, soft tummy flexing just a little beneath his shirt.
You push up his shirt, pushing your nails into his soft tummy to see the skin dimple the way dough does. You want to tear him apart immediately.
âLift your arms, blondie, come on.â You murmur, rolling your hips into his.
He does so obediently, you briefly kiss his knuckles before pulling his shirt off and depositing it to the side. That same pink across his face had spread down his chest, touching where his ribs meet.
His head falls back when you raise up and drop back down, a low groan leaving him.
Saliva builds in your mouth, that hunger rearing its ugly head. You keep swallowing it down as you ride him like a workhorse, thighs burning with the strain.
Leon starts fucking up into you, that pink turning a splotchy red across his chest and face as his pants and groans turn high pitched.
You latch onto his throat and bite through the skin like a peach, blood flooding your mouth.
He cries out in pain, trying to push you away. You pin him back against the couch and he comes, going rigid as you chew on his flesh.
His larynx is rather chewy, but thatâs what you get for going for the cartilage. You bite down on his shoulder and he cries out again, almost similar to when you were fucking him.
When you lift your head, Leonâs crying. âWhat are you doing?â He sniffles, weakly trying to staunch the bleeding in his neck and shoulder.
You feel a pang in your chest. âIâm sorry.â
âWhat?â That pink face and chest slowly turns pale.
You stare at him, licking his blood off your mouth. âIâm hungry.â And youâre sorry. But youâre so fucking hungry. You donât want to be this way, but you are.
He looks betrayed.
And you canât stand to see it on his face, so you move on his lap as you tear another chunk from his chest.
He doesnât stop fucking crying from pain, or betrayal, you donât know which, and you donât want to know.
So you place a palm on his cheek and turn his head, jerking it at just the right angle to show him one last mercy.
Now that he canât feel it anymore, you rip his arms off like a little girl playing with dolls. His legs. Torso.
Youâll leave his face intact, you always thought he was adorable.
When youâre done, you wipe your face with a forearm, smearing his blood as you just stare at his corpse.
Itâs like you just defaced a work of art.
You sob as you gather his corpse and clothes into a garbage bag, leaving it off to the side as you clean up your fucking couch, squirting peroxide on it and scrubbing at it for hours.
You were too hungry, you were too hasty because you hated feeling hungry. So that leaves you with a ruined couch and a dead classmate.
You drive out to the woods and cry a little more as you just dump his body and drive back home.
You hope he understood. That you had to. That you were sorry.
he pulled you onto his lap, hands cupping your cheeks as he wiped away the tears and snot from your face. placing comforting little kisses across your skin.
"shh, shh... daddy's here... i've got you, baby..." his lips moved from your cheeks to your jaw, up to your lips. he paused for a moment, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes, breath ghosting over your mouth. "you're better off without him... wasn't good enough for you anyways."
he leaned forward, pressing his lips to yours, capturing them in a gentle kiss. his hands snuck down your body, resting on your hips, pushing you down on his hardening cock. a quiet groan escaped his throat, head falling back against the couch.
ââm sorry baby⊠so sorryâ fuck.â he looked up at you through half-lidded eyes, hands digging into your skin as he rolled his hips up, pressing against you more. the feeling of your dad underneath you made the tears stop instantly. all memories of your icky ex flying out of your pretty little head.
he moved a hand down to your skirt, flipping it up to show off your panties. his expression instantly softened at the cute pair you picked out, the color matching your skin perfectly. âso pretty⊠all for me. all mine⊠better for you.â
he pulled the fabric to the side, almost whimpering at her pretty your cunt was. god, he couldn't wait to feel you. he lifted your hips for a second, pushing down his sweats enough to pull his cock out. he pumped it a few times, swiping the tip through your lips, collecting your wetness as he lined it up with your hole, shoving into you with a groan.
one of his hands snaked up to the back of your head, holding it while he bounced you. he stared down at where you two were connected, the sight making him impossibly harder inside of you. âyeah? you like that? do i fuck you better than he did? know i do⊠know i can make you feel better than he ever could.â
he moved you on his cock like some sex doll, smirking at the way your head fell forward onto his shoulder. the pretty sounds falling from your lips made his heart explode. he was the cause of them! him! he was the reason his little baby was forgetting about their ex. dad of the year!
your soft whimpers sent him over the edge, hot cum shooting up into you, painting your walls white. he pushed you back, panting as he looked in your eyes. âdon't worry⊠you won't remember a single thing about him when i'm done with youâŠâ
realdad!leon x daughter!reader
3k words.
warnings ! incest, forced ddlg, infantilization, slight coercion, drugging, fingering, oral (f), piv, daddy kink, loss of virginity, creampie
notes ! mega super awesome thank you 2 @localkiss for the idea and so much of this... wouldn't be able 2 do it without U i love u đ ignore how fast the pills kicked in... just go w it âčïž
You were old enough to move out, get a job, live on your own, be an adult. But he had other plans. What kind of father would he be if he let his sweet, innocent daughter out into the cruel, harsh world? Where people could get you, men could grope you, ruin you! Just the thought of it made his skin crawlâŠ
Leon made sure you stayed home, safe, and tucked away in your childhood bedroom. The walls were still painted in a light pink. Though, the decor was more reminiscent of a 5-year-old's room. Toys and coloring books were everywhere, with stuffed animals watching your every move. Yikes.
All of your old clothes were thrown out, too mature for his liking. What? Was he supposed to let his little girl wear next to nothing around the house? What if he had company over! His friends would eye-fuck you into the next century!
It wasn't like you didn't try to fight it or leave. You just couldn't. He put stuff in your food. You know he does. But how are you supposed to stop him when you can barely walk long enough to get to the bathroom on time? Your legs were turned into useless sticks from all the pills he snuck into your food!
He lived in some kind of delusion. Some made-up world where what he's doing to you was good for you, saving you. Fucking freak! You're his daughter! Not some random girl he met on the street, not some fucked-out whore he picked up from a bar. His child, his own flesh and blood. What kind of dad fucks their own daughter?
A good one! At least according to his definition of the term. A good dad should fuck his daughterâs brains out, leave her full of cum and barely conscious. It's his right. He deserves this after all the years taking care of you!
He didn't really care how you felt about the situation. Why would you be thinking about it in the first place? You're just his dumb little baby, too high to even eat on your own. You needed Daddy for everything. You needed him to feed you, change you into your cute little outfits, bathe you, fuck you until your body gave out.Â
He ruined you. Leon took and took and took until you were nothing, just a doll for him to use and abuse with his twisted fantasies. He was a sick, sick man. A sick, twisted man you still loved. More than anything in the world. How could you possibly hate him? He's your daddy! He's just looking out for you.
It all happened so fast. Starting from a simple movie night with your dad. A few too many beers making you a little too needy, clinging to him like you did when you were little. The way you rested on him, used him as a pillow. Oh, it made his heart squeeze!
Your voice was so soft as you cuddled up to him, mumbling Daddy over and over. Leon raked his hands through your hair as you laid your head on his lap, so, so close to his dick. The way you wiggled around so much made it so difficult for him to keep it together. Such a tease, just like your mother.
Maybe that's why he loved you so much. You looked just like her, after all. Same hair, same nose, same lips⊠He needed you. He needed you so badly that it hurt. His cock ached, craving something warm around it. Something tight. Something perfect, like you.
You would be the best thing, right? I mean, youâre literally made just for him. Meant to be used as his personal fleshlight. The thought of any other guy touching you made him sick to his stomach. He deserved to be the only one! That's when it all clicked inside his headâthe perfect plan coming together.
Leon carried you up to your old room, setting you down on the twin-sized bed like a princess, tucking you in with a gentle kiss on the lips. You tasted so sweet, like the strawberry chapstick you always put on. âMy beautiful angel⊠All mineâŠâ
He planted another kiss on your forehead before leaving, running down the stairs to the garage to get some boxes of your old toys and clothes. He had to get everything set up while you were asleep, so you could wake up to your (his) dream!
Your head was pounding the next morning, the sunlight coming in through the window not helping. The sudden attack of pink woke you up instantly. Every single inch of the room you were in looked like a little girl's dream come true. The number of stuffed animals and dolls around you made your eyes burn.
You looked down at the outfit you were wearing, a shocked gasp falling from your lips. What could've possibly happened last night for you to be wearing something straight out of a Justice catalog? In what world would you willingly put on something this childish?Â
The door opened, revealing a smiling Leon carrying a tiny cup in his hand, a few pills in the other. âHey, sweetheart⊠âm glad you're awake. Was starting to get worried! Here, I brought you some medicine. Should help with your headacheâŠâÂ
He handed them over to you, sitting on the edge of the bed as he watched you swallow the pills. His stare was focused directly on your body, as if he wanted to pounce on you and attack. It all felt so off, so nauseating. Why was your dad staring at you like a piece of meat? Why did you wake up to all of this?
The room started to spin, your vision blurring as your head hit the pillow behind you. Everything felt so hazy, like a fog rolled into the room, blocking all of it from your view. âDad⊠Daddy⊠Whatâs happeninâ...?â
Leon crawled over to you, pulling back the fluffy comforter, revealing your bare legs underneath. He had to bite back a groan; the sight of you, his daughter, so vulnerable made him feel crazy. His hands moved up your legs slowly, inching towards your inner thighs, pulling them apart to reveal the pink and white polka-dot panties covering your core. He leaned in, inhaling your scent like it was the antidote to an illness he'd been suffering from forever.
âShh⊠Just rest⊠âDaddy's here.â He mumbled, his breathing shallow and fast. His fingers looped underneath the waistband of your panties, gently pulling them off and pocketing them. He needed something for later!
He poked and prodded at your cunt, smiling like a perv at how perfect you looked. The light touches, mixed with his soft breaths sent chills down your spine. Your hips bucked as he brushed against your clit, disgust immediately washing over you. Why was he touching you like this? Why did you like it?
âNeed tâsee if my girl is a virgin⊠Make sure she saved herself for meâŠâ He placed his thumb on your clit, pressing down gently, groaning at the way you shuddered from the slight contact. This shouldn't be turning you on. He's your dad, for crying out loud!
He spit on your pussy, eyes twinkling as the glob of saliva dripped down your slit. His fingers moved down to your hole, mixing the spit with your juices as he pushed a digit in. He started with slow, simple movements, soon adding another finger, and then another.Â
They moved inside of you so painfully slowly that you wanted to scream at him to move faster! But whatever he gave you earlier made your tongue feel so heavy, your arms and legs felt like 40-pound weights were tied to them. All you could do was let your dad tease you like some jerk.
âSeems like you did⊠You did so well⊠I think you deserve a reward, yeah?â He pulled his hand away, causing a small whimper to escape from you. He stared up at you so sweetly, as if you were a princess awakening from a years long slumber.Â
Leon leaned down, immediately diving into you. His nose bumped against your clit as he ate you like a starved man at a buffet. His tongue thrust inside of you, lapping at your wetness like an animal. He groaned into your cunt, loving the way you tasted. If he was on death row and got offered his last meal? It would be you.
ââm close⊠So closeâŠâ You whined, desperately trying to squeeze your legs around his head, still feeling too fuzzy to move a muscle. All you could do was squeeze your eyes shut and move your head, your body feeling too much like it was encased in cement. How were you already so sensitive? Itâd barely been 5 minutes, and you were this close?Â
The room felt like it was spinning again; all of your nerves felt like they were on fire. Pleasure shot up your spine, exploding in your head like a fireworks display. The word Daddy fell from your soft lips like a mantra. Your mouth could only form the one word, your brain filled with thoughts of him. Your breath hitched in your throat as you came, eyes shooting open and rolling to the back of your head. âSâtoo much⊠Too much! No moreâŠâ
He sat you on his lap like usual, grabbing a spoonful of whatever mushed-up food was on the pink plate in front of you, bringing it to your mouth while making airplane noises. Your mouth fell open like usual, allowing him to shove the head of the spoon in. He wasnât a bad cook, no. He was just weird. Weird for making you act like a little girl at your age, weird for turning you into a toy.
You just wanted your old life back, when you had friends and other people to talk to. Acting like a kid wasnât exactly the most fun thing a girl could do. Though you didnât necessarily hate some of the attention he gave you. How fucked up is that? Liking the way your own dad touches you? What kind of sick freak acts like- Oh. I guess the apple doesnât fall far from the tree.
He frowned at the way you denied the food, the dull look in your eyes. Why couldn't you just be good for him and eat it? Why did you always have to fight him on this?Â
The plastic spoon hit the plate, food flying off it onto the table. His hand moved to your face impossibly fast, fingers digging into your cheeks, squeezing them together as he turned you to face him. âWhat did I say about acting bratty, hm? No treats for disobedient little girls.â
His grip on you was bruising, his nails digging into your skin, sure to leave crescent-shaped marks. The way he stared into your eyes terrified you. Anger hiding behind his blue irises. He was pissed. He was beyond pissed. Why couldn't you just listen?
âI told you not to do this again. Remember what happened last time? Yâwanna do that again? Sure seems like you doâŠâ Your eyes widened as memories of that night flashed through your mind. The bruises he left all over, the red marks on your assâhow you couldn't sit properly for a week! The threat made you curl into yourself on his lap like a small child being yelled at for stealing from the cookie jar.
He released his grip on you, patting your cheek lightly with a sickly grin. Leon pulled down on your chin, opening your mouth enough to shove the spoon in again, making sure you swallowed the food. âNow, there's a good girl⊠So good for Daddy, yeah?â
He held onto your jaw as you ate, making sure you couldn't refuse him more. What kind of daughter disobeys their dad? Bad ones. What happens to bad daughters? They get punished.
His punishments were cruel, just meant to be pleasurable only to him. Spanking you with his belt, tying you to your bed, taking away your toys. His favorite was fucking you until you passed out! The way your eyes fluttered shut, how you went limp in his arms. God, he loved it. He loved how scared you were of him, the look of pure fear in your eyes was enough jack-off material to last for weeks!
His fingers curled inside of you, squeezing against the spot that made you see stars. Your head was spinning. Every inch of your body was on fire. âDaddy⊠I can't do any more⊠Please!!â You squealed, crushing his wrist between your thighs.
Your hands gripped the pink sheets beneath you for dear life, holding on as if you were about to fall off the side of a building. Bliss shot up your spine, filling you with a feeling of delight and pure disgust. All because of your dear, sweet father.
He smirked down at you, the sight of you writhing underneath him sent all the blood to his cock, the pajama pants he was wearing suddenly feeling a little too tight. âThat's it⊠There's my girl⊠Yâthink you're big enough to take me yet? Think you're ready for me, baby?â
Yes, God, yes! You wanted to scream it, let the world know you wanted to get fucked by your dad! But sadly, all you could do was nod. You looked like a stupid bobblehead toy, silently begging him to rail you into the next universe. None of it mattered when you had him, though.Â
He chuckled at how enthusiastic you were, leaning forward to place a tender kiss on your lips, tongue rubbing against your bottom one, asking to be let in. You deepened the kiss, arms wrapping tightly around his neck, pulling him in close. His hand left your soaked cunt, wiping itself on his pants before moving to the back of your head. He slotted himself between your legs, rutting against your heat as he made out with you.Â
His free hand snuck down to his pants, pushing them and his boxers down just enough to pull his dick out. Leon pulled back from the kiss to look down, smirking at how wet you were. He looked up at you for a moment, a sympathetic look in his blue eyes. âThis is gonna hurt for sec⊠Promise I'll be as gentle as I canâŠâ And with that, he slowly pushed in. His head fell at how wonderful you felt around him, like you were already shaped perfectly for his cock.
âSâokay⊠Iâve got you.â The stretch absolutely burned. It felt like you were in some medieval torture device. At least the drugs he had you doped up on dulled some of the painâŠ
He moved his hand back to your clit, thumb moving in small circles, trying to make it at least a little more pleasurable for you. He pushed and pushed, inching in slowly until he was buried to the hilt inside of you. His chest heaved as he caught his breath for a moment, the whole situation now overwhelming him. âIâm gonna move now, âkay?â
With a small, comforting smile, he pulled back, shoving into you all at once. His thrusts started slow as you adjusted to his size, trying to be careful with you, terrified to hurt you. How could he live with himself if he hurt you without meaning to? Punishments were one thing⊠But actually harming you? Itâd kill him!
Once he fell into a nice rhythm, all rational thoughts flew out the window. The fear of hurting you was gone, he couldn't care less about it now. It was like a switch flipped inside his head. Your walls just squeezed him too perfectly, clamping down on him like a vice.
It all felt so perfect, like it finally made sense. The disgust that was in you melted away at the feeling of him pounding away at you, just using you for what he wanted. It sent your heart into overdrive, the organ beating against your ribcage. Your head dropped back onto the mountain of pillows behind you, cushioning it while you let your father take advantage of you.
He felt like a teenager again, like he did before he met your mother. She was a good fuck, sure, and he did love her, but it just never felt as good as this. Nothing could ever compare to you, to how you felt around him. The way your velvety walls hugged him so wonderfully made his heart flutter in his chest.Â
âDaddy⊠Daddy! Sâtoo much⊠Can't do it⊠I-I can't!â You whined, shaking your head from side to side like you were throwing a tantrum. You felt too sensitive, his touches too much for your body to handle. The coil inside of you felt like it was about to snap, like it was about to explode! You didn't know if you could last much longer, and neither did he. His pace got sloppy the closer he got, hips stuttering inside of you.
He finally stilled as thick, hot spurts of cum coated your walls, painting them in a milky white. You squeezed around him, cunt refusing to let him go. Your orgasm hit you like a wave, legs twitching around his waist, accidentally pulling him in impossibly closer. You whined involuntarily as he pulled out, feeling too empty inside without him. He almost came again at the sight of his cum dripping out of you, staining the sheet below.Â
âYou okay, baby? Are you hurtinâ anywhere?â He checked over you frantically, looking into your eyes like a madman. All you could do in return was give him a sloppy, fucked out smile. A smile that made all the worry in him dissolve. He crawled off the bed, snaking his arms around you bridal style, carrying you off to the bathroom. âLetâs get you cleaned up, yeah?â
Just read your daddy dearest fic and oml, idk that much of the details of "good" or "bad" writing but EOAH DADDY THAT WAS SO GOODD I NEVER FELT SO INSIDE THE FICđ
oh u R too sweet im gna eat u!!!! smiling so hard rn this is so nice đ
đâ€ïžđ daddy dearest
Leon S. Kennedy. 3002 wc.
incest, forced ddlg, infantilization,
slight coercion, drugging, fingering, oral ( f ),
daddy kink, loss of virginity, creampie
You were old enough to move out, get a job, live on your own, be an adult. But he had other plans. What kind of father would he be if he let his sweet, innocent daughter out into the cruel, harsh world? Where people could get you, men could grope you, ruin you! Just the thought of it made his skin crawlâŠ
Leon made sure you stayed home, safe, and tucked away in your childhood bedroom. The walls were still painted in a light pink. Though, the decor was more reminiscent of a 5-year-old's room. Toys and coloring books were everywhere, with stuffed animals watching your every move. Yikes.
All of your old clothes were thrown out, too mature for his liking. What? Was he supposed to let his little girl wear next to nothing around the house? What if he had company over! His friends would eye-fuck you into the next century!
It wasn't like you didn't try to fight it or leave. You just couldn't. He put stuff in your food. You know he does. But how are you supposed to stop him when you can barely walk long enough to get to the bathroom on time? Your legs were turned into useless sticks from all the pills he snuck into your food!
He lived in some kind of delusion. Some made-up world where what he's doing to you was good for you, saving you. Fucking freak! You're his daughter! Not some random girl he met on the street, not some fucked-out whore he picked up from a bar. His child, his own flesh and blood. What kind of dad fucks their own daughter?
A good one! At least according to his definition of the term. A good dad should fuck his daughterâs brains out, leave her full of cum and barely conscious. It's his right. He deserves this after all the years taking care of you!
He didn't really care how you felt about the situation. Why would you be thinking about it in the first place? You're just his dumb little baby, too high to even eat on your own. You needed Daddy for everything. You needed him to feed you, change you into your cute little outfits, bathe you, fuck you until your body gave out.Â
He ruined you. Leon took and took and took until you were nothing, just a doll for him to use and abuse with his twisted fantasies. He was a sick, sick man. A sick, twisted man you still loved. More than anything in the world. How could you possibly hate him? He's your daddy! He's just looking out for you.
It all happened so fast. Starting from a simple movie night with your dad. A few too many beers making you a little too needy, clinging to him like you did when you were little. The way you rested on him, used him as a pillow. Oh, it made his heart squeeze!
Your voice was so soft as you cuddled up to him, mumbling Daddy over and over. Leon raked his hands through your hair as you laid your head on his lap, so, so close to his dick. The way you wiggled around so much made it so difficult for him to keep it together. Such a tease, just like your mother.
Maybe that's why he loved you so much. You looked just like her, after all. Same hair, same nose, same lips⊠He needed you. He needed you so badly that it hurt. His cock ached, craving something warm around it. Something tight. Something perfect, like you.
You would be the best thing, right? I mean, youâre literally made just for him. Meant to be used as his personal fleshlight. The thought of any other guy touching you made him sick to his stomach. He deserved to be the only one! That's when it all clicked inside his headâthe perfect plan coming together.
Leon carried you up to your old room, setting you down on the twin-sized bed like a princess, tucking you in with a gentle kiss on the lips. You tasted so sweet, like the strawberry chapstick you always put on. âMy beautiful angel⊠All mineâŠâ
He planted another kiss on your forehead before leaving, running down the stairs to the garage to get some boxes of your old toys and clothes. He had to get everything set up while you were asleep, so you could wake up to your (his) dream!
Your head was pounding the next morning, the sunlight coming in through the window not helping. The sudden attack of pink woke you up instantly. Every single inch of the room you were in looked like a little girl's dream come true. The number of stuffed animals and dolls around you made your eyes burn.
You looked down at the outfit you were wearing, a shocked gasp falling from your lips. What could've possibly happened last night for you to be wearing something straight out of a Justice catalog? In what world would you willingly put on something this childish?Â
The door opened, revealing a smiling Leon carrying a tiny cup in his hand, a few pills in the other. âHey, sweetheart⊠âm glad you're awake. Was starting to get worried! Here, I brought you some medicine. Should help with your headacheâŠâÂ
He handed them over to you, sitting on the edge of the bed as he watched you swallow the pills. His stare was focused directly on your body, as if he wanted to pounce on you and attack. It all felt so off, so nauseating. Why was your dad staring at you like a piece of meat? Why did you wake up to all of this?
The room started to spin, your vision blurring as your head hit the pillow behind you. Everything felt so hazy, like a fog rolled into the room, blocking all of it from your view. âDad⊠Daddy⊠Whatâs happeninâ...?â
Leon crawled over to you, pulling back the fluffy comforter, revealing your bare legs underneath. He had to bite back a groan; the sight of you, his daughter, so vulnerable made him feel crazy. His hands moved up your legs slowly, inching towards your inner thighs, pulling them apart to reveal the pink and white polka-dot panties covering your core. He leaned in, inhaling your scent like it was the antidote to an illness he'd been suffering from forever.
âShh⊠Just rest⊠âDaddy's here.â He mumbled, his breathing shallow and fast. His fingers looped underneath the waistband of your panties, gently pulling them off and pocketing them. He needed something for later!
He poked and prodded at your cunt, smiling like a perv at how perfect you looked. The light touches, mixed with his soft breaths sent chills down your spine. Your hips bucked as he brushed against your clit, disgust immediately washing over you. Why was he touching you like this? Why did you like it?
âNeed tâsee if my girl is a virgin⊠Make sure she saved herself for meâŠâ He placed his thumb on your clit, pressing down gently, groaning at the way you shuddered from the slight contact. This shouldn't be turning you on. He's your dad, for crying out loud!
He spit on your pussy, eyes twinkling as the glob of saliva dripped down your slit. His fingers moved down to your hole, mixing the spit with your juices as he pushed a digit in. He started with slow, simple movements, soon adding another finger, and then another.Â
They moved inside of you so painfully slowly that you wanted to scream at him to move faster! But whatever he gave you earlier made your tongue feel so heavy, your arms and legs felt like 40-pound weights were tied to them. All you could do was let your dad tease you like some jerk.
âSeems like you did⊠You did so well⊠I think you deserve a reward, yeah?â He pulled his hand away, causing a small whimper to escape from you. He stared up at you so sweetly, as if you were a princess awakening from a years long slumber.Â
Leon leaned down, immediately diving into you. His nose bumped against your clit as he ate you like a starved man at a buffet. His tongue thrust inside of you, lapping at your wetness like an animal. He groaned into your cunt, loving the way you tasted. If he was on death row and got offered his last meal? It would be you.
ââm close⊠So closeâŠâ You whined, desperately trying to squeeze your legs around his head, still feeling too fuzzy to move a muscle. All you could do was squeeze your eyes shut and move your head, your body feeling too much like it was encased in cement. How were you already so sensitive? Itâd barely been 5 minutes, and you were this close?Â
The room felt like it was spinning again; all of your nerves felt like they were on fire. Pleasure shot up your spine, exploding in your head like a fireworks display. The word Daddy fell from your soft lips like a mantra. Your mouth could only form the one word, your brain filled with thoughts of him. Your breath hitched in your throat as you came, eyes shooting open and rolling to the back of your head. âSâtoo much⊠Too much! No moreâŠâ
He sat you on his lap like usual, grabbing a spoonful of whatever mushed-up food was on the pink plate in front of you, bringing it to your mouth while making airplane noises. Your mouth fell open like usual, allowing him to shove the head of the spoon in. He wasnât a bad cook, no. He was just weird. Weird for making you act like a little girl at your age, weird for turning you into a toy.
You just wanted your old life back, when you had friends and other people to talk to. Acting like a kid wasnât exactly the most fun thing a girl could do. Though you didnât necessarily hate some of the attention he gave you. How fucked up is that? Liking the way your own dad touches you? What kind of sick freak acts like- Oh. I guess the apple doesnât fall far from the tree.
He frowned at the way you denied the food, the dull look in your eyes. Why couldn't you just be good for him and eat it? Why did you always have to fight him on this?Â
The plastic spoon hit the plate, food flying off it onto the table. His hand moved to your face impossibly fast, fingers digging into your cheeks, squeezing them together as he turned you to face him. âWhat did I say about acting bratty, hm? No treats for disobedient little girls.â
His grip on you was bruising, his nails digging into your skin, sure to leave crescent-shaped marks. The way he stared into your eyes terrified you. Anger hiding behind his blue irises. He was pissed. He was beyond pissed. Why couldn't you just listen?
âI told you not to do this again. Remember what happened last time? Yâwanna do that again? Sure seems like you doâŠâ Your eyes widened as memories of that night flashed through your mind. The bruises he left all over, the red marks on your assâhow you couldn't sit properly for a week! The threat made you curl into yourself on his lap like a small child being yelled at for stealing from the cookie jar.
He released his grip on you, patting your cheek lightly with a sickly grin. Leon pulled down on your chin, opening your mouth enough to shove the spoon in again, making sure you swallowed the food. âNow, there's a good girl⊠So good for Daddy, yeah?â
He held onto your jaw as you ate, making sure you couldn't refuse him more. What kind of daughter disobeys their dad? Bad ones. What happens to bad daughters? They get punished.
His punishments were cruel, just meant to be pleasurable only to him. Spanking you with his belt, tying you to your bed, taking away your toys. His favorite was fucking you until you passed out! The way your eyes fluttered shut, how you went limp in his arms. God, he loved it. He loved how scared you were of him, the look of pure fear in your eyes was enough jack-off material to last for weeks!
His fingers curled inside of you, squeezing against the spot that made you see stars. Your head was spinning. Every inch of your body was on fire. âDaddy⊠I can't do any more⊠Please!!â You squealed, crushing his wrist between your thighs.
Your hands gripped the pink sheets beneath you for dear life, holding on as if you were about to fall off the side of a building. Bliss shot up your spine, filling you with a feeling of delight and pure disgust. All because of your dear, sweet father.
He smirked down at you, the sight of you writhing underneath him sent all the blood to his cock, the pajama pants he was wearing suddenly feeling a little too tight. âThat's it⊠There's my girl⊠Yâthink you're big enough to take me yet? Think you're ready for me, baby?â
Yes, God, yes! You wanted to scream it, let the world know you wanted to get fucked by your dad! But sadly, all you could do was nod. You looked like a stupid bobblehead toy, silently begging him to rail you into the next universe. None of it mattered when you had him, though.Â
He chuckled at how enthusiastic you were, leaning forward to place a tender kiss on your lips, tongue rubbing against your bottom one, asking to be let in. You deepened the kiss, arms wrapping tightly around his neck, pulling him in close. His hand left your soaked cunt, wiping itself on his pants before moving to the back of your head. He slotted himself between your legs, rutting against your heat as he made out with you.Â
His free hand snuck down to his pants, pushing them and his boxers down just enough to pull his dick out. Leon pulled back from the kiss to look down, smirking at how wet you were. He looked up at you for a moment, a sympathetic look in his blue eyes. âThis is gonna hurt for sec⊠Promise I'll be as gentle as I canâŠâ And with that, he slowly pushed in. His head fell at how wonderful you felt around him, like you were already shaped perfectly for his cock.
âSâokay⊠Iâve got you.â The stretch absolutely burned. It felt like you were in some medieval torture device. At least the drugs he had you doped up on dulled some of the painâŠ
He moved his hand back to your clit, thumb moving in small circles, trying to make it at least a little more pleasurable for you. He pushed and pushed, inching in slowly until he was buried to the hilt inside of you. His chest heaved as he caught his breath for a moment, the whole situation now overwhelming him. âIâm gonna move now, âkay?â
With a small, comforting smile, he pulled back, shoving into you all at once. His thrusts started slow as you adjusted to his size, trying to be careful with you, terrified to hurt you. How could he live with himself if he hurt you without meaning to? Punishments were one thing⊠But actually harming you? Itâd kill him!
Once he fell into a nice rhythm, all rational thoughts flew out the window. The fear of hurting you was gone, he couldn't care less about it now. It was like a switch flipped inside his head. Your walls just squeezed him too perfectly, clamping down on him like a vice.
It all felt so perfect, like it finally made sense. The disgust that was in you melted away at the feeling of him pounding away at you, just using you for what he wanted. It sent your heart into overdrive, the organ beating against your ribcage. Your head dropped back onto the mountain of pillows behind you, cushioning it while you let your father take advantage of you.
He felt like a teenager again, like he did before he met your mother. She was a good fuck, sure, and he did love her, but it just never felt as good as this. Nothing could ever compare to you, to how you felt around him. The way your velvety walls hugged him so wonderfully made his heart flutter in his chest.Â
âDaddy⊠Daddy! Sâtoo much⊠Can't do it⊠I-I can't!â You whined, shaking your head from side to side like you were throwing a tantrum. You felt too sensitive, his touches too much for your body to handle. The coil inside of you felt like it was about to snap, like it was about to explode! You didn't know if you could last much longer, and neither did he. His pace got sloppy the closer he got, hips stuttering inside of you.
He finally stilled as thick, hot spurts of cum coated your walls, painting them in a milky white. You squeezed around him, cunt refusing to let him go. Your orgasm hit you like a wave, legs twitching around his waist, accidentally pulling him in impossibly closer. You whined involuntarily as he pulled out, feeling too empty inside without him. He almost came again at the sight of his cum dripping out of you, staining the sheet below.Â
âYou okay, baby? Are you hurtinâ anywhere?â He checked over you frantically, looking into your eyes like a madman. All you could do in return was give him a sloppy, fucked out smile. A smile that made all the worry in him dissolve. He crawled off the bed, snaking his arms around you bridal style, carrying you off to the bathroom. âLetâs get you cleaned up, yeah?â
âïžă»she call me daddy âcause her pussy mine and i demand it.
synopsis æŠèŠ : toji just loves when you call him daddy. the title is shamelessly lyrics from âthornsâ by $B.
word count èȘæ° : 313
content warnings èŠć : fem reader, daddy kink, p in v, spanking, choking and breathplay. terms used pussy, cock, cervix.
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âwho am i?â he growled, emerald eyes burning holes into your flesh as he tore through your pussy like heâd never get another chance. âdaddy!â you yelp, just like he wanted you to. he loved when you called him that. it drove him crazy for you to call him daddy, in that sweet, soft voice. sometimes itâs was a whisper, when you were sitting on his lap teasing him. other times itâs a gasp, when his hands slide up your skirt to touch the wet spot in your panties, or when his heavy hand makes a loud slap against your ass. it could be a whine, when youâre begging him to touch you, or begging him to stop being so rough; but most times itâs a moan, while heâs deep inside your guts, tip of his cock kissing your cervix. sort of like right now.
âand who do you belong to?â thrusting his hips deep into you, he practically begged you to say it again, though he would never say please. âdaddy!!â you moan out again, fingernails clawing at his back as he pushed further into you, hitting spots youâd never believe he could. âtoji please! i canât!â you whine and cry, tears pricking at your eyes as you near yet another orgasm, his government name slipping your lips. his hands wrap around your throat, cutting off the blood supply a moment before cutting off your air. âwho?â he wanted you to say it. âdaddy, pleaseâŠâ you whisper breathlessly, your air given back to you whilst your face keeps darkening in shades of red. it always ends up like this. you crying as you cum beneath him, him cumming on your stomach. heâd clean you up and pepper sweet kisses all over your face; all for a sweet, âthank you daddy.â which makes his cock twitch, starting his urges up all over again.
SIREN IS TYPING . . writing debut! :33 this is my first ever leon fic, so please be nice! 3: i accidentally went a bit too far and made the word count 9.4k words..um..enjoy! reblogs and replies are really helpful & help me stay motivated so if you have any kind words to share, please do! i would love to hear them! iâm sorry for the really long delay in posting this but UHHH!!! idk ;(( my bae 3k helped me with the plot for the call & i hope i tagged everyone ^_^ i did my best to proofread so hopefully itâs good!
CONTAINS: older man leon! x pornstar! reader â age gaps, alcoholism, mutual masturbation, leon is co-depended with your content, he adores you, hinted erectile dysfunction, leon is lonely and sad, reader is there to put on a show for him, video call sex, dildo use, etc!
SYNOPSIS: a lonely man copes with two things, alcohol and porn, one night he comes across a video that catches his eye, pushing him down a spiral of coping through you. he adores you and your work, his only want in life is to get closer to you, and when you make a contest and offer the winner a chance at a one on one call with you, leon jumps at the opportunity.
slumping down onto his bed, a drunk leon kennedy, sat back.
a small groan left his lips as nausea swirled around inside his stomach, he didnât have food in his system, and his stomach was full of whiskey.
aerial shoot, his favorite.
but, fuck. he overdid it, throughout the whole evening he had been nursing a new bottle of the bitter whiskey, drinking it down like it was water, not caring about the way it burned his throat. by now it was empty, the drug seeping into his system like a blanket, making his body feel hot.
slipping down onto his bed, leon stared blankly at the roof, the room was dark and quiet.
he wasnât tired, he was drunk, but not tired. another groan came from him, his large calloused hand moving to his face. he rubbed his forehead, trying to ease the throbbing sensation in his head. he had always been tolerant of alcohol, but tonight his body couldnât take it anymore. he thanked a higher being for not being insanely nauseous, he wasnât in the mood to spew up the alcohol.
he let out a deep breath before he reached out and grabbed his phone.
hitting the power button, his eyes shut immediately as the blinding light of his phone hit his eyes. âjesus, fuckââ he grunted, quickly turning down the brightness.
looking at the screen, he wasnât surprised when he was met with an empty inbox. no texts, no calls, no emails.
a sigh left his lips, the reminder of his loneliness brought a heavy weight inside his chest. looking to his side, there was an empty spot next to him, the bed was cold.
he was lonely.
despite what he tried to tell himself, he craves romance, he craves stability. the idea of living a happy married life was something he dreamed about when he was younger, before 1998, before he became what he is now. now he scoffs at romance because deep down, he knows no one would want to be with an alcoholic old man. his prime is gone a distant memory. he feels like a shell of himself, he doesnât have much to live for now.
the cycle of self-hatred and self-loathing was part of his daily routine, at night, he gets lost in his thoughts.
he canât go a day sober, it would kill him. at least thatâs what he thinks.
the memories of the people he had lost haunt him, no matter how much time passes, the vacant space he has in his heart doesnât go away. no matter what he does to try and get rid of it.
the dating scene wasnât for him, not anymore, not at this age.
he could go and pay for hookers and prostitutes to fulfill his sexual needs, but it was never enough. the pleasure was temporary.
he wasnât happy.
leon hasnât been happy in a long time, so long in fact, he doesnât remember how it feels.
his gaze focused on his phone, he wanted to stop thinking. he needed to forget everything, his grief, his anger, his loneliness. thatâs why he relied on alcohol, but tonight he didnât want to drink himself to sleep.
so, that left him with one more option.
opening the internet on his phone, his dull eyes focused as his fingers typed.
pornhub.com
this was pathetic, leon thought to himself. he was pathetic, and he knew that, but that didnât stop him from pressing on the top link.
his thumb tapped against the glass screen, entering the website.
he was quickly met with the thumbnails of various sexual acts. from girls with a cock shoved down their throats, to girls getting folded while a man is on top of them. leon was uninterested.
he never liked porn videos made with high production, it was fake, unappealing. the bright lighting, the obnoxious moaning, and the stupid faces the girls make. it was ick worthy, leon always preferred amateur porn. it was charming when a video was poorly produced, with bad quality, and crooked angles. he liked that over other porn videos.
opening the search bar, he typed the word amateur. after clicking search, he scrolled down various videos before he found one that caught his attention.
it was a masturbation video, the title wasnât crazy either.
college girl masturbates solo :)
it was cute, the little smiley face felt so out of place on a site like this, but it piqued his curiosity. in the thumbnail your hands were between your thighs, and the position of your phone was up â like you were taking a selfie. he didnât see much of your face, by the angle he could only see your soft lips as you bit your bottom lip. you were wearing a cute set of lingerie, too.
there was something so cute about you, from the cutesy title and your pretty lingerie, his curiosity lead him to click on the video.
the video loaded and the first thing he saw was your breasts as you adjusted the camera down. you were holding it yourself, the camera facing you. as the camera moved down, he saw your hands slipping down to your panties.
he couldnât see your face, seems like you were shy.
he watched with anticipation as your fingers pressed against your clothed cunt, rubbing slow gentle circles on your clit. turning up the volume of his phone, he heard the way your breath hitched. he could see as your tummy moved up and down with every breath you took.
leonâs stomach tightened as blood began to rush to his cock, his hand moving to palm against his pants as he got hard.
after a minute of teasing, you put the phone down against your bed, leon heard fabric shuffling. after a few seconds, you grabbed the phone again. the angle stayed the same, but now he could see your pretty pussy.
it was slick, glistening.
his mouth went dry as he took in the sight, your manicured fingers gently pressed against your perky clit, your touch was light, and you were savoring the pleasure.
leon heard a soft moan leave your lips, his hips squirmed as he grabbed his cock through the fabric of his pants. his hand moving to slowly grope himself.
he continued to watch with eager eyes, his hand moving to unbutton his jeans and unzip his pants. eagerly, he slipped his hand under his underwear, his hand pulling his cock out.
it was standing tall, pre-cum leaking from the slit.
he shuddered, he hasnât been this hard in what felt like forever. he genuinely thought he lost his spark, he was in his late thirties after all.
his hand wrapped around his cock, a shaky breath left his lips as he squeezed it. his cock was thick, it wasnât the biggest there was, but it would leave girls dumbfucked. or well, it used to. he hasnât gone that hard in a while.
his cock was pretty, his tip was reddish, veins adorned it. the ones that made the girls mushy and whimpery.
the mental image of the girls heâs shoved his cock into filled his head. truthfully, he doesnât really remember faces, but he remembers how they reacted. their bodies trembling and loud moans.
oh, how he missed it.
as he stared at your pretty pussy, all he could think about was shoving his cock deep inside you. have you whimpering and gasping his name as he kept you folded.
his cock twitched, fuck.
you were getting him so hard, he didnât even think it was possible given his track record in the last few years. biting the inside of his cheek, he let out a breath, he was this hard over a girl on a porn website, but he couldnât get this hard when he was balls deep inside a hookerâs cunt. god, this was pathetic.
pathetic, pathetic, pathetic..
youâre pathetic leon.
even as the words repeated in his head, his hand was still working on his cock, jerking and tugging on his shaft. his eyebrows were furrowed and his lips parted slightly, keeping his gaze on you, he watched as you rubbed your clit faster.
he could hear your small shaky moans, you were close and so was he.
his balls were tightening, his breathing was heavy, small pants leaving his lips as he rubbed his cock raw. chasing for a high he hasnât felt in years.
a choked groan left his lips as he came, cum spurting out of his tip in amounts he hasnât had since he was in his twenties. his cum was milky and thick. he continued to gently jerk his cock as he rode out his orgasm, another groan leaving his lips as his head leaned back.
his eyes fluttered shut as he felt his cock softening in his hands.
holy fuck.
his mind was fuzzy, he had almost forgotten about his phone until he heard a moan come from it. he moved his gaze towards the screen and watched as your hand stayed between your thighs before they slammed shut and you began to ride out your orgasm.
leon watched with eager eyes as you rode out your high nicely.
he squirmed and let go of his flaccid cock, his cum staining his hand, his stomach, and his pants.
he moved his hands and they gripped his phone again, he tapped on your username and watched your profile. your profile picture was a shy picture of your chest, a different set of lingerie holding your tits up.
looking at your bio, he shuddered as he read your information.
your name was pretty, it suited you. he saw your age listed, twenty-one, he just had the cum of his life to a video of a twenty-one-year-old? a feeling came to him, he didnât know how to feel. staring at his screen, his mind still processing that information, should he be disgusted? guilty? ashamed?
he sucked in a breath and gulped.
him, a man in his late thirties, almost forty, just came to a video of a twenty-one year old girl.
it felt wrong, right? she was almost two decades younger than him, when the racoon city incident happened you werenât even born yet. this had to be wrong.
but it wasnât, and he knew that.
sure, the gap was questionable, but it was legal. yet, he felt so..wrong.
the worst part was that even after he realized this, he still watched your other videos.
choked moans left your glossy lips, your eyes shut and eyebrows furrowed up in pleasure. your mouth was slightly agape, forming an âoâ shape. leonâs cock slamming down into your cunt, his hand was placed on the small for your back as he held your upper body down and kept your ass up.
he let out small pants, his eyes shutting in bliss.
your walls were warm and snug, sucking his cock back inside your cunt with a wet squelch. you were so wet, your cunt practically drooling. it was driving him mad.
his free hand was gripping your ass, holding onto the fat like his life depended on it, his dull nails digging into your skin. he let out a guttural groan as he felt your pussy tighten around him, squeezing, milking him. he didnât have the self control he had back then, he was edging himself to try and last longer.
it was hard, his balls were heavy with cum, cum he wanted to stuff deep inside you.
his eyes shut tightly, he bit down onto his bottom lip, his thrusts got sloppily â fuck, fuck, fuck. âs-shitââ he choked out, his head leaned back as a whimper slipped past his lips. his cock throbbed no matter how hard he tried to stop himself, his cum spurted out of his tip.
he shook as it spurted in waves, his eyes fluttered open and he panted. âsorryââ he said, feeling bad for not letting you cum first and filling you up without any form of protection. you hummed in reply, your ass still in the air as he pulled out. his cock getting softer, his lidded gaze watched as his cum slipped out of your puffy pussy, falling in glops onto his sheets.
he felt hot as he watched it, he was about to say something whenâ
his eyes opened and a shaky breath left his lips, it took a moment for him to adjust to his surroundings. quickly sitting up on his bed, leon was met with the saddening realization he was alone.
you werenât sleeping next to him, his bed was cold.
not only that, but his pants were wet. he pulled the blanket off his body and groaned when he realized he had cum inside his pants. rubbing his forehead, he slipped off his bed groggily.
it was still dark out, his bedroom was completely dark aside from the natural light of the moon that entered through his windows.
leon hastily took his pants and underwear off, throwing them across the room to where he thought his laundry basket was. he walked to his cabinets and dug into his underwear drawer before he put them on, stumbling a bit before he finished.
running his hands through his hair, he stalked over to his bed and laid down.
reaching out for his nightstand, he grabbed his phone, this time he was mindful of the brightness so he adverted his eyes and quickly lowered it before staring at the screen.
no new messages, he frowned, except an email. it was an advertisement.
he scrolled through his apps and found one, the one youâre most active on.
instagram.
leon was rather clueless about social media, but the only reason he had it was to stalk your account. he opened the app and saw that you had uploaded a new story. he quickly tapped on the bubble and watched through your posts.
you were out that night, you took photos and various videos of the night. wearing a little black dress, your tits were practically spilling out, one wrong move and your panties would be exposed. you looked beautiful though, he adjusted himself in his bed and stared at the picture you captioned âfit check! :D.â he couldnât get over how cute your little captions were, it was humorous. a cute little emoticon at the end of a text while the picture behind it was you in the sluttiest outfit you could find.
biting the inside of his cheek, leon took a screenshot of the story and continued to scroll by your posts.
you looked so happy, so pretty. leon loved the way you smiled, all teeth, it all seemed so genuine. you were with your friends in the videos, giggling and dancing along to whatever song the club was blasting.
after he finished going through your story, he clicked on your account, no new posts. a deep sigh left his lips as he put his phone back on his nightstand and turned to his side. pulling the blankets up, it didnât take long for him to fall asleep once more.
leon wasnât sick.
he wasnât a bad man, he wasnât a freak, he was just lonely.
he was lonely and desperate, thatâs what he told himself. he had this lingering guilt that manifested in the back of his head, youâre a sick man, leon. thatâs what it repeated, every night, while he re-watched your videos and looked through the photos he had saved, it spoke.
sick. you are sick.
leon swore he wasnât, he was just a broken man. one that found solace in you.
the age gap was eating him up inside, he had never thought of himself as someone who would find girls in their twenties attractive. yet, where he was.
he didnât want to imagine what people would say if they found out he jerked off nightly to the thought of you. not just your videos, but the thought of you. he found himself daydreaming about you, not just in sexual situations, but romantic ones.
at the store he finds himself looking at the flower display, thinking about getting you flowers, trying to guess what flowers you would like the most. in public, when he saw couples, a bitter swirl churned in his stomach. jealousy, he was jealous that he couldnât do the same with you.
this was developing into more of a followership, it was slowly seeping into the realm of obsession. delusion was his best friend.
occasionally, you participated in live streams.
it was cute, you were more talkative there, and you interacted with your followers happily. he was a quiet supporter, he didnât use the chat room. you were too intimidating, he didnât want to say something that could make you uncomfortable. he mostly gave you gifts, sending in money for you, he didnât say much when he donated. occasionally he would type a small message for you to read with each donation, but it was rare.
that didnât matter though. being able to hear you say his name, albeit his username, made him happy.
in these live streams, heâs been able to learn a lot about you. he knows youâre a college student, he knows youâre studying literature, he knows youâre a good student, he knows your favorite food, your favorite animal, how you like to spend your time, and much more.
he knows more about you than the people he knows in his life.
tonight, you had scheduled a livestream. posting about it on your instagram story.
âiâm gonna be live tonight at 8 p.m. come by to talk, and i have a surprise too! >_<â leon was curious, a surprise? so, of course he entered the stream after you started it. he needed to know what you were planning, maybe he could be part of it.
you sat in front of your camera and greeted all of the people coming in.
leon stared at you, you were so pretty, he thought. god, he felt like a teenage boy.
get a fucking grip.
your eyes focused on the screen where the chat box was opened, he watched as your eyes lit up, âwelcome back, kennedy!â you said, looking back at the camera. looking straight at him.
his mouth went dry when you addressed him.
he clicked on the chat box, looking through to see if there was another kennedy, he didnât want to jump straight to conclusions and embarrass himself. but there was no one else with the display like that.
SKENNEDY001
okay, he wasnât very good at making usernames. he stared at his screen, unsure of what to do. you addressed him, should he say hi back? heâs never spoken in the chat room before. what if this went wrong?
slowly tapping on the keyboard, he replied with a simple. âhello, how are you?â â best he plays it safe, right? his face feels hot, and he feels embarrassed. heâs always been more of a silent admirer, honestly, he never expected you to actually notice him. all sorts of different thoughts filled his head, from negative to positive. what would people think, what would you think if you found out that the biggest reason youâre paying your bills was because of some man in his late thirties who watches your content like itâs the news.
but what if you were into that? heâs heard stories about girls thinking older men were attractive, were you that type?
âiâve been good!â you replied, snapping him out of his flood of thoughts. âiâve seen you around, i think you might be my biggest fan.â you winked.
leonâs heart was practically beating out of his chest, he knew you meant it like a compliment, but it felt like you were pointing out how much of a lonely loser he is. âi just wanted to say thank you, your donations really help.â you said with a smile, that same pretty smile that drove him crazy, the smile he adored.
he didnât know what to say, if he wanted to, he could write a detailed essay about you and how much he admires obsesses over you.
âyouâre welcome.. i like to support you.â he typed back, after hitting send, he squirmed. did that sound weird? staring at your face intensely as you read through the chat, you let out a small laugh. âthank you, kennedy.â you replied, looking back at the camera. seeing how full the stream was getting, he decided that this was the end of the conversation.
his chest felt fuzzy, a feeling he hadnât had in years, a feeling he had completely forgotten about.
he was obsessed with you.
the stream continued smoothly, you teased the camera, showing off your body and tempting the men, like him, who watched. by now he needed to rub one out during your streams, who would he be if he didnât?
the stream was coming to a close, but before you spoke. âoh! the surprise from earlier, i almost forgot.â you said with a small laugh as you leaned back against your chair.
âbasically, i was thinking, why not have a little contest.â you said, smirking at the camera. âimagine this is an auction,â you said, âthe highest bidder gets to have a private, on one, video call with me.â you said, looking at your camera. âwho knows, maybe that call can lead to something else.â you hummed, winking at the camera as you slid your hand down your chest.
leon blinked, a call with you? it was a dream come true. the only thing this lonely man could ask for.
you continued on, opening a gift box for anyone who wanted to get a chance with you.
he ignored how this could lead to poor financial decisions, he needed that call. he needed you for himself, he needed you to address him â to talk to him, he needed your attention like a lost puppy.
the gift period was only open for about fifteen minutes, first come first serve type of thing.
luckily, unlike the other people in the stream, heâs a government agent. with that title comes money, so as a way to secure that call, he sent you thousands.
he watched as you read the screen, your eyes widening as you saw the notification come in that you had received a few thousand dollars from your shy admirer. âholy shit.â you gasped, âokayâ we have a winner! we have skennedy001 that donated over a thousand dollars!â you said, stammering as surprise filled your bones. âiâm closing the bid, thatâs way too much money!â you said, giggling as you shut the bid off.
the people in the chat were going crazy, some were taking the loss like losers while the others congratulated the mystery man.
not too long after the stream ended, leon shut his phone off and stared at it. a deep breath left his lips, he didnât know what to expect after being called the winner, but when he got a notification someone had messaged him through the streaming app, he opened it.
what he didnât expect was to have a message from you in his inbox.
âhey, kennedy! omg, that donation was insane! i didnât expect that much money, please let me give you some money back! i really donât deserve that much!! :,,)) youâre so sweet, and i appreciate it sososo much!!â
leon stared at the screen, double-checking that it was really you that had contacted me, his face got hot, did he overdo it? was that too desperate? oh, definitely it was, but still.
running his fingers through his hair, he began to type back, trying to brainstorm what to say, but after a solid five minutes of debating his options, he finally replied.
âhello, iâm glad you appreciated it, but no. itâs okay, you can keep all of it. thatâs the reason i donated it. spoil yourself.â
he typed back, his icy blue eyes hyper focused on the screen, he watched as in the span of a few seconds a small text bubble popped up as three dots bounced around. you were replying.
âaww! are you sure? like, a 100% sure? iâm just making sure!! i just donât wanna feel like iâm stealing from you, or something LOL!â
your text was cute, lighthearted, and warm, you were so considerate. he liked that, and his thumbs began to type out a reply.
âno, no. itâs okay, really. just enjoy yourself.â
he replied he was trying his best to not seem uninterested. he has been told many times before that he was very âdry texterâ â he had been told how uninterested he sounded with his texting habits and how it could make someone want to stop replying, and he didnât want that. he just wasnât sure what to say.
âomg i am so grateful for your kindness! iâve seen you in my streams a lot, i have honestly wondered about you. iâm glad you won the bid, tbh i wanted you to win LOL it gave me a reason to talk to you!â
oh my god. leonâs eyes widened slightly at your text, you were bold, is this how it feels like to get butterflies? he blinked, how was he supposed to reply? heâs never texted a girl in her twenties, what do girls like? what will keep you interested?
âoh, yeah?â he replied, reverting back to his usual dry texts, but you were lively, you knew how to keep the conversation going.
the conversation was sweet and lengthy, you ended up suggesting you move to your instagram messages so she could talk to him more often.
leonâs heart was practically going to explode out of his chest, he was giddy yet nervous. you had told him that you guys could arrange the video call for the next day at night after you finish some college work.
he was stressed, leon wasnât sure what to expect. heâs seen your pretty face, but you havenât seen his. his instagram profile is of an old landscape photo he took a while back, what if the camera isnât flattering for him? he did warn you that he was in his late thirties? he didnât want you to get your hopes up for a younger man. maybe he should just keep his camera off.
nonetheless, that night, he went to sleep happier than he has been in a while.
â» the next day, leon was practically counting down the hours, the minutes, the seconds, until he got to see you. in the morning, he had been excited â the people around him noted his giddy attitude, but when asked why, he didnât say anything.
he couldnât expose himself.
but as the clock ticked and the hours passed by, leon found himself much more nervous than heâs ever been. he doesnât want to fuck this up, in his delusion. he thinks that if this goes well, maybe, just maybe, this could evolve to something more.
you were so sweet to him last night, but the more he thinks about it, perhaps it was flattery.
he hadnât thought about it now, this might just be all an act. something to keep him wrapped around your pinky finger, but he decided to push those thoughts down so he wouldnât spoil his night.
once he reached his place, leon was angsty, the sun was slowly going down. the sky was a beautiful mix of warm colors: orange, red, and yellow. he could also see a hint of blue mixed in as the night sky began to slowly settle.
entering his apartment, he slipped inside the door and shut it behind him. locking it, a person could never be too safe, right?
he kicked off his shoes and slipped off his jacket, he haphazardly threw his jacket on his sofa before he made his way over to his room. he plopped down onto his bed and slipped his phone and flask out of his back pocket. opening the flask, he raised the metal container up to his lips and took in a quick shot of whiskey.
he couldnât go into this sober.
letting the flask rest on his lap, he opened his phone and opened instagram. he looked at the messages he had with you. oh, he forgot to reply to your last message a few hours ago. he pursed his lips, fuck he feels bad, leon wasnât an avid texter, so it was easy for him to forget.
âsorry for the late reply, i was working.â he hit send before he could register how âdryâ that sounded, he quickly scrambled to text a bit more, so he didnât seem too boring. âiâm nervous for the call.â
why would he say that?
leon shut his eyes, he was really bad at this.
after a few minutes of leon anxiously waiting for your reply, a ping came from his phone. quickly looking down at the screen, he saw that you replied.
âaww, donât be nervous! i donât bite, unless you want me to ;)â
he let out a breath at your words, it felt like you always knew what to say, the number of times youâve said something sly during the conversation that had his chest fuzzy must be over ten in the span of twenty-four hours.
leon started to type back, but he stopped mid-sentence. he wasnât sure what to say, he was fumbling over his words, and no sentence he tried to type up made sense.
he saw your text bubble pop up, you were typing.
âwhat? did i make you nervous? ;pâ â yes, yes you did.
he felt like he was in his early twenties, stumbling and stammering when a pretty girl gave him attention. jesus, has it really been that long since heâs felt something like this? god, thatâs so sad.
leon ran his fingers through his hair, pushing his dark hair back, âyes, i donât know how to behave when a pretty girl is talking to me.â now it was your turn to blush, leon leaned against his headboard as he stared at his phone.
âohhh? is mr. kennedy getting bold? ;)) iâm excited for the call, just give me one more hour âĄâ
âtake your time.â
during that hour, leon decided to try and freshen up, at least a bit. he knew he wasnât going to turn on his camera, but maybe getting refreshed would make him feel more confident in himself.
he changed out of his work clothes and took a quick shower, he slipped on some comfortable sweatpants and a black compression shirt that he typically used when he was working out. as he looked at himself in the mirror, he noticed the eye bags that hung under his eyes and the stubble that covered his cheeks and chin.
moving his hand up to his face, he ran his fingers through his stubble and sighed as he felt the facial hair scratching his skin. should he have shaved this morning? he didnât know, he hadnât been bare-faced in a few years now, as he aged the clean look he used to have didnât fit him anymore.
reaching over for his flask that he had left on the bathroom counter, leon quickly took another swing of his flask and then sighed as he put it back on his counter.
he was so fucking nervous and for what? heâs been face to face with death before, heâs encouraged over thousands of zombies in his lifetime and yet heâs so nervous at the idea of talking to you.
feeling his phone buzz in his pocket, leon scrambled to take it out before looking down at his screen. it was you.
âokay! iâm ready, are you? ;)â â no, he doesnât think heâll ever be, but he replied, âyes. how does this work?â he replied, unsure of what you were planning.
he watched as the text bubble popped up from your end as you typed again, âits suuuper easy! iâll set up a voice chat and send you the link, then iâll turn my camera on so you can see me!â biting his bottom lip, leon moved out of the bathroom and sat down in his bed, his back resting against the headboard as he stared down at his phone.
âokay, iâll wait for you.â he replied as he tried to relax, letting out a deep sigh, leon shut his eyes for a few seconds before he felt his phone buzz again.
looking back at the screen, you had sent him a link.
âhere it is! ;)â the text said, his thumb hovered over the screen as he bit the inside of his cheek and hesitated before quickly tapping the link. the link opened up another website, the same one you use for streams. it took a few seconds for it to load, but he could tell his camera was off and his mic was muted.
okay, good.
eventually, the screen loaded and he saw you, you were wearing a cute tank top of a band, heâs seen the band name around before. it was popular back in the early 2000s, you didnât have any sexy clothes on, it was actually cute. it made you feel even more real.
âhi!â you said as you waved at the camera, âlet me know if the camera and audio are working properly, sometimes the app gives me issues,â you said with a smile as you stared at your screen. leon went to open the chat box, but he realized that if he wanted to make the most out of this call, talking to you would better.
taking in a deep breath, he cleared his throat and unmuted his microphone. â..it works,â he said, his face feeling hot as he spoke.
leon had always been rather charming and talkative in real life, so why was he so shy? it wasnât anything like him, did his loneliness really ruin him? your eyes lit up when you heard his voice, surprised he spoke.
he watched as a smile curled on your lips, âiâm glad!â you said, leaning in closer, giving leon a full view of your cleavage, he noticed a black lace bra underneath your shirt. tilting your head to the side, you hummed, âsoo..how was your day?â you asked curiously as you stared up at the camera with a small smirk. leon hated how quick it was for him to feel pressure growing in his pants when it came to you.
why was it so easy to get hard for you?
âit was good..you?â he asked softly, his hand slipping down his body to grip his cock through his pants. your smirk turned into a smile, âmy day was good too! thank you for asking,â you hummed, âso, what do you want to do?â you asked, leaning back against your chair as you moved your hand to hold your tit, squeezing the mound playfully. âitâs just you and me, no need to be shy.â you winked.
leon squirmed in his bed, â..i donât know actually,â he muttered, âi never got to decide how i wanted to approach this.â he said, squeezing his bulge and sighing. â..i wanted to just talk and get you know you more, but..â he trailed off, unsure if he should tell you that his cock was hard at the mere sight of you.
you seemed to get the hint when you heard the shaky breath that left his lips, âgot too excited, didnât you?â you teased, biting your bottom lip as you batted your eyelashes to the camera. âitâs okay, let me help you.â you offered, that pretty smirk of yours coming back to your lips.
leonâs eyebrows furrowed as he felt his cock throb inside his pants.
â..a-are you sure? i donât want to ruin the call.â leon murmured, his voice uneven as he tried to resist the urge to slip his hand under his pants' waistband.
a small laugh left your lips as you shook your head, âof course not,â she said playfully, âyou won this call, you get to choose whatever we do.â you said, âwhatâs your name?â you asked, moving to press your arms together to have them push up your tits.
leon let out a sigh and watched with a hazy look in his eyes as you pressed your chest together. âitâs leon.â he replied quickly, now eager to have you say his name.
humming, you smiled, âokay, leon. should i take off my shirt? i have a new pair of lingerie just for you.â that whole sentence couldâve made leon cum right there without any friction. the way you said his name, it was smooth, like honey. you were hot and you knew it, ây-yes, please.â leon mumbled out pathetically as he stared at his screen intensely.
you nodded and reached down for the bottom of your shirt, slowly pulling it up and discarding your shirt to the corner of your room. once your shirt was removed, leon got an eye full of your tits being held up by the new lingerie, it was a push up bra. your tits were rounded and plush, the black lace that surrounded the fabric was real pretty.
âdo you like it?â you asked softly as you adjusted your bra strap, leon gulped and shuddered. âyeah, itâs pretty..it suits you.â leon said, you were so fucking hot. he wanted to jack off and cum right there, but that would just show how much of a pathetic man he is.
you only took off your shirt and leon came? embarrassing.
so, he edged himself. deciding to play it safe with palming himself through his pants. his hand moving slowly to not get too eager and fuck it up.
âyou think so?â you mused, looking at the camera as your hands moved to squeeze your tits and push them closer. fondling yourself for his pleasure.
leon groaned and nodded, he knew his camera was off and that you couldnât see it, but he couldnât help it. âmhm, black suits you.â he said, shifting in his bed to adjust his position. âwant me to take it off?â you asked curiously, looking at the camera with an amused smile. âi think my tits are pretty, it would only be fair for you to see.â you teased as you squeezed your mounds.
leonâs throat felt dry, he felt parched.
âyes,â leon shuddered out, looking down at the screen. you laughed and stood up, you adjusted your camera for it to catch your body as you stood. leon saw you were only wearing some cute little panties that brought out your ass.
turning around, your back faced the camera before you moved your hair out of the way and moved your hands to the clasps of your bra.
you were quick to unclip your bra and take it off, throwing it off to the side, to a place the camera canât pick up. by where you threw your shirt, leon assumed. your movements were always so smooth, hypnotic almost. leon was convinced you were perfect, made with no flaws.
turning around, you held your tits up in your hands before you stepped closer and let your mounds drop. leon got a screen full of tits, you let out a laugh and moved your body in a slow sway, your tits moving around as you did so. âlike âem?â you mused playfully before reaching up and squeezing your nipple.
leonâs head leaned back as a small groan left his lips, his hand moving down to grip his dick through his pants. âyes, fuck.â leon said with a pant.
you moved back from the camera and sat down onto your chair before adjusting the camera stand so leon could see you better.
âare you jerking off?â you asked, smirking at the lens, leon let out a small whine. âno, n-not yet.â he mumbled, his voice straining as he tried to sound level headed, but of course it didnât work given how he stuttered. leon cursed at himself mentally, he sounds like a fucking pussy right now.
you let out a small laugh at his stutters, âwhat? you donât wanna jerk off to me? youâre hurting my feelings.â you said softly as she tilted your head, leonâs eyes widened. oh shit, no, thatâs not what he wanted to do.
âwait, shitââ he tried to explain, âi didnât mean it like that..i just want to savor the moment.â he said, shutting his eyes in embarrassment.
you smiled, âyeah? why not savor it while jerking off? i have my tits out just for you.â you teased, pouting as you did so. leon paused, you were right, your tits were out and you were willing to do anything for him and he was just edging himself?
a small groan left his lips, âyeah..okay.â he mumbled, his hand slipping under the waistband of his pants before he gripped his cock. his large hand wrapped around his shaft, his cock throbbing again due to the pressure, leon put his phone down and used his other hand to shimmy his pants down. once the waistband was wrapped around his knees, leon leaned back against the headboard and sighed as he gripped his dick.
reaching out for his phone, leon fumbled with it with one hand before finding the right position to hold it. unbeknownst to him, while he fumbled with the phone, he had pressed against the camera button.
his camera turned on and he had no idea.
you, on the other hand, were met with the sight of the mystery man that had been supporting you the most.
he was hot.
like really fucking hot, your interest on this man peaked after you saw his pretty face. he was resting his phone on his thigh was he held it up, you could see the stubble on his face, his dark black hair. he was older than you expected, but if anything it added to the appeal.
this man seemed to be seasoned, he was staring down at his phone with his eyebrows furrowed as a small sigh of bliss left his lips. he was jerking his cock, you noticed by the way his body moved, there was an arm that wasnât getting picked up by the camera that worked on rubbing his cock raw.
you noticed how his icy blue eyes focused on you, staring at the screen of his phone with a lovesick look on his face.
he looked so pathetically hot, it wasnât something you thought youâd find attractive, but seeing how desperate this older man was for you made you unbelievably horny. you squirmed in your seat before your hand slipped down, you moved and slipped your hand under the fabric of your panties. letting out a sigh, you felt your middle finger gently toy your clit.
âleon?â you mused, leaning your head back and spreading your legs for the camera to pick up how your hand was shoved under your panties. you reached over to your desk and grabbed a dildo, showing it to him. âwanna watch?â you offered, moving the silicone cock in a playful manner.
leonâs eyes widened in surprise, but nodded.
he gulped and you watched as his adamâs apple bopped up with the swallow.
leon watched as you slipped off your panties and grabbed a bottle of lube. you quickly coated your pretty pussy and dildo with the thick cream and leaned back once more.
your pussy was on full display as you pressed the tip of the dildo against your puffy folds. âready?â you asked softly as you bit your bottom lip.
this whole scene that was unfolding in front of leon felt like it was going to kill him. heâs seen your pussy before, heâs seen you fuck yourself before, but there was something different this time. it was all dedicated to him.
only him.
âyes,â he shuddered as he gripped his cock tightly, you smiled at him and slowly slipped the dildo inside of you. a soft sigh left your lips as your warm pussy sucked in the silicone, leon watched eagerly. like a kid in a candy store, he would kill to be the one inside you.
your squirmed and rolled your hips against the dildo, looking into the camera as your free hand moved to grip your tit. âoh, leon.â you moaned out, smirking as you watched your screen to see his reaction. âyou feel so good..â you teased.
leonâs eyes widened when he heard you moan out his name, were you pretending it was him fucking you? did you want to send his heart into cardiac arrest?
this cock throbbed against his hand, begging for attention, pleading for leon to let it cum.
leonâs balls were heavy with cum, it was unbearable to keep teasing, but he couldnât help it.
a small whine left leonâs lips as he slowly stroked his cock, watching as you fucked yourself with your dildo. âyou think so?â leon replied back, his face felt hot as he spoke, heâs never done dirty talk through the phone. he was embarrassed, was he doing it right?
you nodded, smiling hazily at the camera, âmhm..â you trailed off as a small gasp left your lips, the dildo focused on fucking your pussy. your eyes fluttered shut as you savored the filling feeling of your dildo, the silicone ridges and fake veins pressing and molding your walls. your pace was steady, your head leaning to the side as you continued.
leon was getting the perfect view of your pretty face and your stuffed cunt. he could hear the soft squelches coming from your cunt as it sucked the dildo back inside eagerly. he watched as your pussy glistened with slick, his body aching, he wanted to be there with you. he wanted to feel you.
but the world was cruel towards leon, and all he could do is watch and pretend he was the one fucking you.
âyouâre so big.â you babbled softly, watching your computer screen, watching his reaction. he shuddered and trembled, moving on his cock slowly.
leon shut his eyes and grunted, his head leaning back desperately as his body ached. he occasionally looked back at the screen, looking at you with such admiration behind his gaze. like he was admiring a beautiful painting.
he was so cute.
ây-yeah,â he groaned, his body feeling hot, it was overwhelming. he felt the thinnest sheet of sweat coat his body, a swirling feeling coming to his lower tummy, it felt like a tight pressure. ââam i making you feel good?â he whispered out, his eyes shutting as his hand continued to jerk his cock.
each jerk felt like a rush of electricity went through his veins, an electric shockwave whose only purpose was to bring pleasure.
you moved your hand down and gently began to toy with your clit, pressing on the puffy bud as you fucked yourself. âno one has ever made me feel like this, leon.â you teased, moaning out his name softly. it was like music to his ears.
he couldnât take it anymore, he physically couldnât hold back, he shouldâve gotten a cock ring to try and make him last longer.
âmâgonna cum, iâm sorryââ he babbled, feeling bad for cumming so fast, he just didnât have the self control he used to have on his prime. his hand began to jerk his cock in a fast, sloppy pace. his chest was rising and falling rather quickly, unable to catch his breath as he chased his orgasm.
leon moved his phone, he kept it by his lap, but by the position you could see his aching cock.
âitâs okay, baby.â you mumbled out, watching as he neared his orgasm. his dick was pretty, the size was okay, the thickness was there, and his tip was bright red. his hand gripped his shaft, he had pretty hands. large and masculine, you even saw an expensive watch wrapped around his wrist. you knew he had money, how else would he be sending you such high donations, but something in your stomach fluttered when you noticed.
you continued to fuck your dildo into your pussy, trying to match his sloppy pace. âcum for me.â you hummed, your tone playful and laced with lust.
this was so hot.
leon shuddered and moaned, his hand continued to rub his cock raw, he clenched his jaw and shut his eyes tightly as he focused on cumming.
the pressure in his lower belly was so tight, but after a couple of more harsh jerks, the tight knot inside his stomach burst. his balls strained and tightened as cum began to spurt out of his tip. it was thick and milky, staining leonâs stomach and hand.
while he came, leonâs body trembled, his toes curled, and his back arched slightly as a loud moan left his lips. he didnât mean to moan out like that, but with the circumstances he couldnât help it. this was pure bliss, his body felt lighter and his head felt fuzzy. he continued to slowly stroke his cock as it throbbed, he rode out his orgasm, his cum still spewing out of his cock for a few more seconds before his body relaxed.
leon shuddered as his cock began to go soft in his hand, he grimaced as he looked at the cum that stained his hand before wiping it off against his sweats.
panting, leon looked back at his phone, his face was red and his whole body was hot.
âshit, iâm sorry, i wanted to wait for you.â leon said breathlessly, you shut your eyes and continued to toy with your clit as you shook your head. âdonât apologize, it was really hot.â you moaned out, fluttering your eyes open as you looked at the monitor, eyeing him up as he laid back panting.
your clit was puffy and slick, aching for more.
rolling your hips up, your hands continue to work against your cunt, making your legs twitch and tremble. putting on a show for the lonely man in front of you.
biting the inside of his cheek, leon watched desperately, if he was younger he probably wouldâve gotten hard again as he watched, but his cock didnât have enough strength to stand. it didnât matter, now leon could finally appreciate you, your pretty face, your pretty body, and your pretty pussy.
he loved the faces you made, they were so genuine.
if he was fucking you, would you be making those faces too? god he hoped so.
by now, a specific heat blossomed by your clit as your finger toyed with it. your touch was gentle and light, it felt like your clit was burning in the hottest way as the nerves went on overdrive.
âfuck, fuck, fuckââ you whined, your voice strained as you focused on breaking the tight knot inside your lower tummy.
leon shuddered, seeing the way your eyebrows furrowed as you bit your bottom lip, you were so cute. leon wanted to say something, but it was like his brain was a blank slate. he couldnât think, he couldnât speak, he just watched as your glistening pussy throb.
it didnât take long for the knot to snap, and once it did, your body jolted as a loud whine of his name left your lips. your thighs clamped together while your hand stayed pressed between your legs, the silicone cock was nestled nicely inside you, warm and sticky.
your body trembled as you panted, your head leaning back against the seat as you regained your thoughts.
god.
leon has seen you cum various times before, sure, but thereâs something so different about it here. it was mind boggling and his head felt dizzy, a shiver going down his spine.
this was all a private show, all of this was only for him. no one else was as lucky as he was, he felt like he was getting spoiled.
watching you unravel and cry out his name had leonâs brain oozing, he felt demented, like his brain had melted and he was left as a zombie. he could tilt his head over right now and watch as his melted brain would come spilling out.
metaphorically, of course.
you reveled in the afterglow of your climax, your pussy felt like it was pulsating and throbbing. slowly, your hazy gaze focused back on the screen and you locked eyes with leon.
he let out a breath as he looked at you, it felt like you were really looking into his eyes.
he still had no idea his camera was on and you could see how enamored he looked.
slowly, with a long, soft squelch, you pulled the dildo out of your sticky pussy. you moved the silicone up to your lips and leaned in closer to the camera before you licked off the slick that coated the toy.
your tongue moved slowly, and occasionally you would glance at the camera, making eye contact with him as you cleaned up your dildo and the only thing that ran through leonâs head as he watched was: i wish that was me.
squirming, leon felt like his mouth was salivating at the sight.
eventually, you finished licking off your dildo before you placed a gentle kiss on its head before you put it away, hidden away from what the camera could pick up. âliked that?â you mused, tilting your head to the side with a cute little smile. it was almost funny how cute you looked after you fucked yourself in front of him.
âyeah.â leon said quickly, gulping back saliva as he looked at you so dearly, âum,â he began, clearing his throat awkwardly, â..is it okay to talk more? if you have the time.â leon mumbled, because deep down, he still wanted to talk to you â to carry a conversation with you, to try and charm you.
looking at the time displayed on your monitor, you hummed, drawing it out to tease him slightly. after a few seconds that felt like an eternity for leon, you looked back at the camera and nodded. âof course, i have time.â you said, winking at the camera before you stood up and slipped your panties on. you left the chair for a second before you picked up your band shirt off the floor and slipped it on.
plopping back down on the chair, you smiled and looked back at the camera.
âso, tell me more about you, leon.â
â» the call ended not too long ago, leon rested his phone down on his bed as he let out a sigh and rubbed his forehead. his chest felt fuzzy and he felt giddy.
the two of you had spoke for a few hours and now that the call ended, leon yearned to hear your voice again.
he felt silly like this, but he couldnât help it.
he missed your voice, your face, the way you moved your hands when you spoke, the small gestures you made when you talked about something you were passionate about.
he missed you.
reaching over for his flask, leon quickly popped it open and took another long swig. swallowing back his beloved whiskey like he was a dehydrated man drinking water, throughout the call, he hadnât drank to try and not get drunk and ruin the moment. but now that the call ended and he had time, leon was happily swallowing back the whiskey.
hearing his phone buzz against his bed sheets, he reached out for it quickly, a swirl of excitement coming to him as he saw it was you that texted.
it was two attachments, a photo of your perky tits and another one of your computer screen â thatâs where he saw it. he was on the screen.
the photo you had taken was when he had his phone down, getting a good angle of his side profile from the bottom. for the eyes of someone else, it was a good picture and he looked good. his hair was messy in just the right way, his adamâs apple was on display and given the fact his phone was down, the picture also captured his waist, chest, and shoulders. showing off his body underneath the shirt he wore.
it was a good photo, but leonâs heart dropped to the floor when he saw it.
had his camera been on the whole time? is that why there was a small red dot next to his selfie camera? clicking out of the photos, he read your text nervously, but after reading it, his face flushed.
taking back another swing of his flask, he shuddered.
âyou looked really good today ;)) wanna call again tomorrow? <3â
