Synopsis: Leon promised that last time would be it, no more waking you up to sick surprises. But how can he deny himself something so perfect? Especially when he knows what’s best for you. He’s sure that in the end you’ll thank him for stepping up like a real man, a sure father that knows best for his daughter.
DRABBLE CONCEPT!
Cw: INCEST, noncon, breeding kink, creampie, face slapping (like once), bit of somno at the beginning
soz for any errors!
You can smell him before you feel him.
The horrid stench of beer with a hint of man sweat being what finally woke you up, your eyes slowly opening up to stare at the ceiling. Sleep still present in them, as your vision is slightly blurred.
Your tired eyes crinkling, wondering why your body is shaking, but then you hear him. His loud grunts and thick breaths fills the air of your decorated room, along with the creaking of your bed.
No… he wouldn’t. He swore he wouldn’t do this to me again.
“N-no, NO” you plead, your hands still weak with sleep trying to push at his rocking shoulders. Finally, you’re awake.
“M’i’m sorry princess, I- I just need this one last time. I swear it peach. It’s just been soooo long mmmf fuuuck” Leon cuts himself off with a long moan when he feels you involuntarily clench around him. The tears immediately flood your waterline when the pain hits you, he’s fucking your pussy raw, ignoring the fact that your hugging hole is still dry. His heavy cock stretching your fighting cunt, sending shocks of needles up your arched spine.
“Please. You, you promised me” you beg, the last part coming out more breathy then you infested which makes his hips stutter. You ball your hands up into fists, lifting and dropping them onto his back in a strained rhythm. He grunts from the thumping pain, pinching your clit as your hands successfully retreat. Now moving to fight to slip between your bodies in order to remove his hand.
Leons weighted head that was lodged between your bared tits, lifts up. The bleak shadow of him confirming that this is not another nightmare about the times before.
He straightens his back so his face is above your weeping one. “But I’ve been so good haven’t I? I haven’t touched you in so long princess, I’ve been so good to you. Playing the perfect father, but it’s sooo hard. I just couldn’t help myself tonight, please forgive me princess” he pouts, leaning forward to plant a kiss on your lips.
You twist your head as his warm breath, reeking with alcohol just barely misses you. Instead, landing wet open mouth kisses on your cheek as he ruts into you much rougher than before, his hand moves off of your clit to send a sharp slap you across the face. A small punishment for further denying him.
It all hurts so much, every rock from his drilling hips makes your hole flutter around him in more pain. Soft cries slipping from your mouth as he rapes you harder, determined to finish soon. Leon promised you he’d never do it again, he swore the first two times were accidents, that his mind was just confused and mistook you for Mama.
But this, this was all him. Him and his selfish need to take whatever he wants, whenever he wants it. He’s sick, he’s a sickness that you’re stuck with. Stuck with the fear of waking up to your father making you play whatever fucked up role he chose.
Earlier in the day you were his sweet daughter whom he was excited to tell about his hiring day at work. Tonight you played the role of his wife, his lover.
It’s wrong, it’s all wrong.
Which just makes you cry harder as it all hits you.
Leons moves from your wet cheek to place his slurring mouth on the lobe of your ear, “You make me like this, don’t act all innocent. I was never like this, wouldn’t ever dream of doing something like this to my own daughter. Ever. It’s fucking sick. Disgusting even. This is all your fault, so—so you just have to take it until I feel better. Until I get it all out of my system.” He groans, resting his chin on the side of your head while his eyes roll back from the pressure of his tip drilling into you again and again. Though the dry friction doesn’t feel the best, but he’ll take what he can get at this point.
He just needs to get it all out.
“O-oh god. M’soclose” his words mush together from how sensitive he feels, his balls pulling up tight, ready to fill your sore cunt up with his breeding seed.
Leon’s goes back to your chest, his back hunched in a downward curve as his thrusts become shorter yet still as desperate.
Wrapping his warm mouth around your beaded nipples, his teeth around the raised bud — biting down lightly. Muffled whines leaving his stuffed lips as you lie under him completely limp as the ache washes over you. Lying with your mouth barely open, as thin tears continue to roll down your face, completely hopeless like the times before.
Leon’s grunts shift to moans, then to whines and all you can do is listen in forced silence, watching the shadows of the moving trees from your window dance across your high ceiling.
“Fuuuck, it’s coming, my- mmmf my cum. It’s gonna make it all better baby, I promise. It’s gonna make your pretty pussy feel sooo much better, gonna take the pain all- all away ughh mhmmm” Babbles of nonsense fights its way out of his mouth as he grips you harder, his hands gripping your waist. Slightly lifting your hips from off the bed, watching your stiff face looking bored as ever.
It doesn’t bother him much, not when he sees the way your tits bounce when he slips his cock back into you. A dull glisten on one of them, the one he nipped earlier. “Gonna get it all out in ya. Fill you up and it’ll make you love me, all it takes right?. I’m gonna, gonna give it to your princess, right here Fuuu-” He cums with a pitchy moan, slamming into you completely to make sure none of his cum goes to waste. His balls right up against you as they pulse, pumping out his pent up love for you.
Still feeling sensitive, he holds onto your hips for a bit longer. Jutting into you, giving you a a few more deep yet slow strokes as his cum continues to shoot ropes before letting you go. Dropping your stiff frame back into the bed, your lips closed now. Balled up to quiet the cries that ache to flee.
His own eyes slightly puffy as he looks at your face, “It’s okay, shhh. It feels better doesn’t it, I know, I know, shhh” he coos, his cock still sitting inside your raw fucked pussy, leaning forward to lie on top of you. His warm hands slips between your damp bodies to the bottom of your tummy, pressing down a bit before resting there.
“It’ll take soon, then we will be a new family all over again. A real one this time.”
‘don't you wanna touch me?’ - pre-re2r!leon kennedy x childhood bestfriend!fem!reader
sypnosis: You disappeared for two weeks and returned as if nothing had happened, but when you turned to immediately confide in your childhood best friend, he knew right away that something about you wasn’t quite the same.
cw: 18+, dead dove do not eat, noncon/rape, p in v, unprotected sex, guilt tripping, petnames , cryingggggg , iiiidk… leon is sad and lonely for the first part, depiction of you & leon being high schoolers but you two are over 18, setting’s in a midwestern town, mentions of reader being dead, idk if there’s direct necrophilia involved but i’ll write it in here just in case
a/n: dedicated to october ‘25 ela with the biggest jennifer’s body obsession ever… also i finished writing tgis at 4 am so maybe my writing at the end turned a little sloppy but its whatever just read
mdni || masterlist || wc: 2.3k
Two weeks.
Two weeks have passed since you disappeared. Two weeks since his best friend’s been gone. Two weeks of experiencing hollow sympathy from whoever would run into him in the halls.
He’d lie in his bed for hours with no sleep, letting guilt eat him up for not even trying to look for you. Everyone has been advised to stay cautious and not go off wandering alone.
Like you did.
It was eating him alive. Too much even.
The [MISSING PERSON] posters would taunt him every morning on his way to school. He wasn’t very popular; he was only known for his best friend going missing. So he spent most of his lunch breaks hiding in the bathroom instead of sitting with other seniors. He was so tired. So tired of walking to the local police station every day to check for new leads. He wanted to be a cop himself, since the officers around here were lazy scumbags who’d barely bat an eye at looking into serious cases more.
It’s not like they had anything better to do anyway, he thought. What the fuck was more important than looking into a missing person report? Arrest a teenager for jaywalking? Yeah, right.
When he went to file the report the night he noticed your disappearance, he was shaking a lot. Not that he realized it with the adrenaline pumping through his body. He was too focused to find his best friend again. But skepticism grew more and more with the lack of professionalism that the officer showed him that night. His hands were disgustingly greasy too. And he had a filthy desk. He’d hear phrases like: “She’s a cute one, huh, son?” or “Yeah, we’ll look into this pretty girl’s case, don’t worry about it.”The list goes on. How was he supposed to find you now?
He couldn’t sleep since that night. At all. Nothing was reassuring him the way he wanted to. He’d cross his arms around his body to hold himself as if he’d hold you. His girl. No, that’s weird. You were his best friend, and he never called you that specifically. At least not aloud.
It would remind him sometimes of your sleepovers together, when his mom would leave you two up until 1 am while watching Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, or whatever you two kids would be doing. You two would end up cuddled together like two puppies under a blanket. It always seemed so cartoonish, but it was cute.
And Leon couldn’t stop clinging to those sweet memories of the past. He’d only fall asleep after sobbing his eyes out. His pillows were stained with salty tears and drops of snot, but he swore he couldn’t care less whenever he woke up.
The new routine that was forced upon him made everything worse. Wake up, feel lonely, eat breakfast, feel sick, walk to school, get reminded that he can’t do anything to bring you back, potentially fail a class with his current comportment, feel guilty, walk back home and get taunted by your face on damp laminated paper, feel sad, go to sleep sobbing.
Tonight wasn’t any different. His laptop — which was left on while he was scrolling around the web looking for information about any news from the town — was illuminating his sad, boyish features. His cheeks were damp with tears and wet lashes resting upon them as he slept. He’d grown more and more tired over the weeks, which became evident in his physical appearance. He’d slouch more, his face was puffy, and his hair remained unkempt. Again, all the sympathy he was receiving only felt like excruciating knives.
It was raining tonight. The soft platters of raindrops subconsciously soothed him as he dreamed of nothing.
It was one of those nights where the moon shone so brightly, that it made you have a clear vision of the streets. You were confused and, not to mention, starved. Fuck this midwestern town in the middle of Nowhere, America, you thought. You never liked the town anyway. The only thing that kept you sane before you disappeared was Leon.
Right… you disappeared. You disappeared? You couldn’t remember. It all felt so blurry and asynchronous. First thing you know, you were out at a band gig at some local bar with Leon at night — and you swore you knew you were gonna have sex with that needy boy after, maybe, ages of waiting — and the next thing you know, you were ditched in a forest somewhere by the cheap, emo boy band that coerced you into following them for an extra sweet night. How the hell did you even end up with them? How did you die? It made no sense to you. At least not right now.
Wait, are you even dead?
You felt alive for the most part. You were walking aimlessly, along where the road would take you. You wanted to see Leon again. You needed to see him. He was the only one you could’ve trusted right now. But god if you didn’t feel like there was a bottomless pit in your stomach right now. Physically, not metaphorically. You looked down to check your stomach under the flimsy, dirty fabric that peeled off your skin to only see blood tainting your abdomen. No scar, no mark of anything, but the feeling was still there.
Minutes later, you saw a faint, blue light come from a familiar window of a ranch-style house. Leon’s house.
You let your wet body walk towards the light, soft clacking from your shoes ringing in your ear with every step you took closer to seeing Leon.
And as you stopped in front of the window, you could’ve sworn your inanimate heart broke.
Leon looked exhausted. He’s never looked like this before. He was always so cheerful and friendly around you, and now he just looks drained. Physically and emotionally.
You wanted to just open the window by yourself and lie down next to him, but you’d probably give him a heart attack if you just appeared in his bed out of nowhere. He’d probably think he was schizophrenic too.
So you lightly tapped his window, hoping he’d react and let you in.
No reaction yet. Another tap, tap.
That’s when he stirred. Poor baby flinched when his sleep was interrupted.
His eyes were puffy and barely capable of seeing clearly. Fuck the laptop blinding his eyes right now. He turned his head to follow the sound of the constant tapping he heard until he saw a familiar silhouette outside his window.
It was you.
No, it couldn’t be.
He genuinely fell off his bed as a poor attempt to rush to the window and open it. Once he pushed it up to see you stand in front of him, soaked and… yeah, it’s too dark to see you clearer, he couldn’t believe it, even letting your dear name slip out of his chapped lips.
You didn’t know whether to cry or smile with him. You weren’t capable of processing one or the other emotion. What you did know was that he was offering you his hand to come inside. You missed warmth. Especially his warmth.
“God, I missed you so much, you angel.” He whispered sweetly. This whole thing felt like a bittersweet reunion. He carefully took off your jacket to see if you were hurt (not that he could see much under no lights on and with only the moon glowing on your skin), just to find no visible scars or bruises.
His fingers touched your cold skin, feeling the dampness of rain meet his fingertips. He wished he could see your eyes, those wide eyes that always made him feel vulnerable and warm, but he’d rather savor your presence first.
You were the first to lean in and boldly press a gentle kiss on his lips. It surprised Leon, because he’d been waiting for this moment for a long time, but somehow not now. Still, he leaned back in to let your lips meet in a tender and sweet kiss. His movements were hesitant, letting you lead him like a compliant puppy.
You haven’t spoken a word, he realized. His brows scrunched as you fumbled with the fabric of his shirt while he was still deep in thought. He noticed that you were unnaturally cold, testing his theory out by letting his hands travel down your thin sleeves.
“You’re cold,” Leon stated matter-of-factly. You only nodded quietly, wanting to lean back into his pleasant kisses, but he quickly moved his head away, noticing your frown.
“Angel, talk to me. What happened?” No response, just wet platters of your shoes against the carpeted floor signaling to him that you were walking closer than you were before. It shouldn’t have scared him, but it did. It’s just you, he thought.
“Hey, c’mon. You’re not acting like yourself. Are you hurt?”
Again, no verbal response. You just pressed a finger on his lips to shush him and walked closer to him now that he was standing still. You couldn’t just keep staying quiet and kiss him, but you did anyway. He wanted to push you off, tell you that he was worried sick, but amidst his overwhelming thoughts, you just kept going. Your hands were busy with his band shirt again, Alice In Chains or whatever, pushing him around like a puppet until he finally fell back on his bed.
He called your name out a few times, trying to get your attention to respond, but you just wouldn’t directly acknowledge his concerns. You were too busy pushing his shirt up, but he stopped you immediately.
“Stop doing that! I haven’t seen you in two weeks, and now you appear out of nowhere and try to strip me. What the hell happened?”
That finally got a reaction out of you.
You kicked your shoes off to climb onto his bed, his laptop finally exposing your soaked, scruffy, bloody state to him. Leon’s heart halted for a second at your uncanny smile. Your eyes didn’t even crease.
“Are you scared?”
Was he scared? More than anything. Especially when you spoke for the first time since god knows when. His lips trembled in response, a breath escaping them instead of actually opening to speak. He couldn’t even tell you to stop when your fingers went to pull the shirt off of him, or when you moved one leg over his hips to straddle his thighs.
He called your name out once or twice in hesitant whispers, but you were ignoring him again. It was infuriating. He wanted to push you off, to stop you from touching him, but he physically couldn’t. So he just watched. Miserably.
It was ironic how he was now suffering from what he was longing after many weeks before. On one hand, Leon was more than happy that you were… alive. Maybe not alive alive, but you were here. On the other hand, a dead girl was stripping him and herself down to nothing, which was more than fucking terrifying.
Maybe a month ago, Leon would’ve loved seeing you peel your tight little top off your body, but now your actions were just taunting him. Maybe he was going insane. Maybe you weren’t here, and he was going crazy. He hoped he was as much as he wished he wasn’t.
“Don’t do this, sweetie.” He begged. Leon even called you sweet to persuade you harder, but every deliberate and ignorant movement of yours reminded him that you were anything but yourself right now. You let his cock spring free, semi-hard from your earlier kisses when he first saw you again.
You noticed the tears forming in his eyes, whether they were forced so you’d feel bad and stop or if they were genuine. Either way, you still had some humanity left in you. Your attempt to comfort your terrified best friend was poor and just as terrible as his attempt to make you feel guilty.
You only adjusted yourself to let your slit press against his tip, your breasts pressed against his chest as you leaned into his ear quietly.
“Don’t you want to touch me?”
It was a simple question, but it stirred something in Leon that tantalized him for the next couple of moments. He watched you sit back up straight, and he made no effort to stop you after.
He whimpered as he felt you shift down onto his cock, his features tightened with pain, especially when you didn’t even take your time to let him adjust. “Fuck- nononono…”
Whatever happened to you, it fucked you up. It damaged you hard enough to come to him and do the same. Now that he thinks about it, he hopes to god you didn’t get raped. How selfless of him to still care for you so much when you were causing him so much harm.
He didn’t know where his hands should go. Should he guide your hips to move faster? No, then he’d encourage you to keep raping him, which Leon didn’t want.
His palms were awkwardly sprawled over his chest, brows knitted as tears kept streaming down his face and lips as swollen as ever. He didn’t even bother looking at you riding his cock. It should’ve been enjoyable, but it wasn’t.
Your expression soothed him just a little, seeing that you were clearly enjoying yourself with the moans that left your cherry-tinted lips.
The only sound in the bedroom was the quiet and continuous plap plap plap of your ass and his thighs slamming together, along with your hums and moans synchronizing with the rhythm of you rocking against him.
It didn’t take long for him to stuff you with his warm cum — a contrast from your still-cold body. Leon hated this. Hated the fact that he had to provide warmth to a walking corpse. He didn’t need an explanation anymore. He just wants to make sure you’re here with him.
He helped you dismount him and lie down next to him, even if he wished you would leave his room. He couldn’t bring himself to see you disappear again.
“I missed you.” He heard you whisper in his ear, your eyes just as tired as his now that he was holding you close against his chest. Leon let a deep breath leave his lips, closing the laptop behind her shut so they can finally rest. He pressed a gentle kiss on her head before settling down for the night. “I missed you too, angel.”
actually i will “mischaracterize” leon and turn him into whatever i want he’s my ken doll that i project my perverted fantasies onto sorry that i’m able to expand my imagination and all you can stick to is a script boo boring he’s a fictional character and i’ll play with him how i please
I fantasize about leon snorting coke off my tits and I accidentally spilled glitter in his stash of coke so he spanks me and snorts coke off my ass too
re9 Leon Kennedy x female reader | MDNI!! 18+ | dead dove do not eat, non con sex/rape, incest, dad-daughter incest, short non con somno, smut, not proofread, female reader, anal sex, rough sex, codepedency, painal literally, dirty talk, vomit (not a lot tbh), porn without plot literally, tears, slapping, praising..kind of, he is sooo sleazy, petnames
summary: Your dad is not a creep, just affectionate — an excuse you have recited too many times. It doesn't matter if he is, surely he is affectionate enough to visit you in the middle of the night.
note: DAD LEON SUMMER IS HERE!!!! Buy him bikini put sunscreen on his stupid ass we are eating well fjajfjdjs i tried to proofread it but i know there are a lot of mistakes so ignore them pls... it is a quick drabble I hope it is good and still enjoyable!!! reblogs, asks & comments are really appreciated!!!
Your dad is not a creep, just affectionate — an excuse you have recited too many times. Hundred times. Billions. Quite lost the count actually, imprinted in your mind like ink on a newspaper.
You two never outgrew the I-can't-live-without-you phase, hand on your thigh just an inch away from your inner flesh has always found its way. Leon still kisses you on the lips before work, still dresses you up like you don't know better (and you don't in his eyes), still pats your ass in the morning(very important habit, breakfast doesn't taste as good as it does without this), and movie night without his fingers underneath your shorts aren't movie nights — that's immutable and irrefutable.
Daddy's girl. Your sun for you to circle around.
Bedsprings rattle with his weight. In the unaware slumber on your stomach, his fingers curl underneath the rim of your shorts to roll down the thin fabric over soft, plump fat. Two rounded hills, two delicious peaches(Leon wants to sink his teeth on) are not adorned with panties he has bought you anymore; pink and white stripes with a simple bow sitting on the top, no different than a cherry on dessert (and you are one for him), now they lie on the floor like a useless rug.
Patience is not in his bones, a starving man wouldn't sit firm in front of a meal — he would dig in, and Leon is a man foremost. A starving one. Fingering you on a movie night is not satiating at all, it only makes him hungrier. The sight lulls his hand to creep over your butt, a breeze-like caress follows the arch from plush butt to your back. Up and down. It stops to dig his fingers onto soft and pliant like wax flesh, before spreading cheeks in a display for his eyes only.
A virgin hole, something college boys would only have in their wet dreams.
You never make it easy. It is not hard to make him feel like a young guy with sperm filled brain; jerking off to a bimbo with silicone tits on the screen or magazines, they don't make him as hard as before. Age and alcoholism are to blame. Instead, it is hard to be around you in those shorts which etch onto your hips leaving only outlines of what can be his. And you are his, born in his balls, now heavy with need, better than any viagra. His dick is harder, it bobs up to his hip with throbbing that goes up to his head — worse than a headache, despite the lack of fabric, nothing presses on him as much as not being inside your much warmer hole.
That's easily fixable.
His tip pushes against the tight muscle, denying his attempted nudges. Leon doesn't really care, a quick smeared spit along his dick and on your tight hole. Still a struggle, warm as much if not more as your cunt, just not as wet and not risky. And Leon doesn't want his daughter pregnant. He forces himself to sink into your ass with a slow thrust, savoring the gripping tightness enveloping him.
"Likeee thaat," Leon exhales, admiring his tip being swallowed by you.
Absolutely foreign. One hundred percent diverges with a cunt. She is always welcoming, engulfing with warmth unless she is dry — still different, and with young girls it is not hard to fix either way, quick pumps it floods with slick. Your ass is tighter, keeping a good grip on his dick and sucking him greedily. Your body jerks from intrusion, clearly disoriented, he can tell, gripping onto sheets and trying to turn around.
"Huh..dad?" Soft and confused, wondering why he is even here.
"Shhhh, it is nothing, pumpkin," Leon whispers, stopping is the last thought locked in the safe and buried six feet under. "I missed my girl, can't stay without you." But that's a short moment, lasting a second or two at most as the veil of grogginess wafts away by his dick moving deeper. "Close your eyes, dad wouldn't hurt you."
Instead, your eyes open wide, fully awake now a slap wouldn't make you brighter. It wouldn't be as painful as he stretches your unprepared hole, pain only fuels you to become antsier. Louder.
"No, no, no, please, please," you gasp. "stop, stop, stop!"
You just can't keep it decent, can you?
“Shhh, kid, that’s alright, Dad is—“ Leon grunts, a heavy exhale slips as his dick struggles its way through. “ughh, fuck, that’s tight.” Tight, warm, sucking him greedily like a mouth, until he is buried deep inside. Suffocatingly full. For you, painfully too. Leon never planned to let you adjust. His palm crawls to lie flat on your belly, easier to mold your hips to much more preferable angle. A little bit of pressure onto your belly, him squeezing it hard you feel claustrophobic. No way to escape, it doesn't take a lot to coerce a meek cry out of you. “Feel it? Dad is here.”
You try to trash, fight him, push him away but his hand finds its way on the back of your neck, like a mother scruffs her kitten. A dad, a man of the house, unlike those college boys Leon has seen life, 20 years in field is incomparable to mine field in European butt-fuck nowhere. A little slap and trashing is not a stinger from a grotesque being.
Then a squeal comes, ass up with his dick deep inside you, while your pretty dumb head lies sideways on the pillow with an O shaped mouth miserably trying to gasp for air, hopeful it would heal the burning pain amidst your thighs; it doesn't.
“It hurts…” you sob so sweetly you will give him cavities tonight, eyelashes flutter like butterfly's wings.
"I know, baby," Leon coos, an unexpected snap forward you lurch back with a mewl, meeting his hips skin-to-skin. Painfully overfilling your insides, while his balls press too close against your ignored poor-poor pussy. "But dad needs that." A slap on your wiggling ass, forces your hole to squeeze him better than a pussy could ever have. "You wouldn't deny this to me, right? You are a goood girl, my best girl."
"Daaad—" you sob again. It is all sobbing with you and he didn't even give you anything to cry about. Little drama queen. In an undulating gesture your body shudders with your fingers digging into sheets. Your cheeks meet with his hips in a loud slap, burning sting buds deeper just for a mix of pain with pleasure underneath. "I—I wanna puke—"
"No, you don't, don't be ridiculous," Leon tuts, spreading you more. What a view, your hole sucks him back like an emptiness would kill you.
Girls love their holes stretched on dicks, no matter if it is big, needlelike or thick, they are programmed to have the same look — eyes rolled back and mouth agape, like awaiting for something in it too. You are no different, perhaps even better if Leon must be frank — more than only whimpering after every roll driven deeper into your tightness, tears roll down just to nestle onto your cupid bow or to end up in your mouth.
He could give you a pacifier if you asked nicely, maybe it would shut your sobbing. At the same time it fuels him to be rougher. It grows messy, naturally, and overwhelming as loud gagging comes from you. Then a shudder with louder sob, splashing it next to you on the pillow. Fucking really? falls from his lips. Yet it doesn't affect his pace at all, even arouses him — you feel his dick pulse inside you, almost at the edge of spilling his load. Leon tightens his hold onto your neck while snapping rougher into you.
Your throwing up serves as a fuel rather than a sign of stop, treating you no different than a dog that just pissed on the floor; here, look at the mess you have done! His aching balls slap your pussy, ignoring it fully leaking. That's the only contact he plans to have tonight and it is entertaining for Leon too — your slick clings to his balls more, clearly getting wetter as his dick plummets down into you.
“Do you want me to come, mm?” He slaps you, a tug on your face to bring you back. You nod, hesitantly. Lips swollen and best lip gloss adorns you with a glittery finish. All natural, misery and tears make you stand out more, your eyes have brighter color in them despite the void. "You know what good girls do?"
A sob, pause that doesn't linger for too long as his rough thrusts bring your attention back. "T—take your cum—"
"And you will do this for your dad." You nod. Dummy, that is not a question.
He doesn't comment, distracted by your clenching insides. They spur him to quicken the pace, cutting down any possibilities of you talking — only high pitched cries accompanied with your body arching towards while he chases his orgasm. Mattress rocks in rhythm with his rutting, the harder his dick throbs inside you, the harder he presses you against the pillow, your feet dig into the sheets with no way of escape. Every deep thrust makes him throb more, lingering deep inside before dragging back to fill you back again, until the last thrust, Leon buries his dick to the hilt. His breathy moan, pushing you into your own mess as he spills his load; warm and thick, where it doesn't belong.
You clearly didn't catch when his dick started to soften inside you — too distracted with the aching. Leon pulls out in a wet pop, leaving a few stains on the top of your ass. The pressure withdraws, with that the much chiller air of the room soothes your burning marks. A little freedom for you to move freely if your body didn't hurt so much. Leon presses a hot, wet kiss on your head, caressing away messy locks.
"You are a messy girl," Leon murmurs after sitting up next to you. You are a poor thing, shuddering at his proximity. "I'm so sorry, this is the first and last time," Tugging you up and you wince, glancing down among your thighs as his sperm slowly threatens to leak onto sheets. Leon doesn't really care, this all can be washed — there is already an awful mess, like your vomit on the pillow. "I would have taken you in the normal way, but I can't risk knocking you up, doll."
You hum, looking at him; Leon is reasonable right now, of course, and you are so tired, so sore and just in need for daddy's comfort (despite the pain caused by his hands, or rather dick). It can make up the lack of orgasm too.
"You still love your dad?" And you nod. Why did he even ask that? A sigh, Leon pats your cheek, heart swells with sordid adoration. "I love you too."
These CUNTS are removing 13 going on 30 off of Netflix im gonna fucking sue this was my shit when I was 13 the fact that they are removing this has pissed me the fuck off this is worse than when i failed my physiology exam how dare you you greedy cunts give that shit back to me this is so not over i will fucking come to mister netflix myself and tell him to permanently keep my pretty princess comfort movie on netflix
These CUNTS are removing 13 going on 30 off of Netflix im gonna fucking sue this was my shit when I was 13 the fact that they are removing this has pissed me the fuck off this is worse than when i failed my physiology exam how dare you you greedy cunts give that shit back to me this is so not over i will fucking come to mister netflix myself and tell him to permanently keep my pretty princess comfort movie on netflix
