if you give a girl a kiss
-> pairing: leon kennedy x f!reader
summary: Dad already gives you his love and affection, so his cock isn’t that far of a stretch.
tags: father-daughter incest, domestic fluff, smut, oral (f!receiving), cowgirl, creampie, older!leon, virgin!reader, reader is a daughterwife, dead dove do not eat.
note: another fic meant for dead dovember. i think this is my favourite fic that i've ever written.. i started this fic in july 2024 um title is a stupid play on the "if you give a mouse a cookie" series(?) LMAO rbs + feedback appreciated!!
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If you wanted to ask, you don’t.
Leon’s never told you what he does for work. He’s offered to tell you, once you were old enough to understand that life wasn’t sunshine and rainbows, but you refused.
He thinks it’s because your heart is too big — you bear enough of the weight in the relationship being his daughter. Leon’s not sure how you would fare knowing your dad is a trained killer.
His wife’s been long gone, far out of the equation, at some European paradise sipping cocktails with the hefty portion of their prenup. Leon was too absent, too emotional, too useless for her. That was a lot for him to take. Now, Leon strives to keep the good things he has left — like you.
Leon seems to respect that you don’t want anything to do with his job. It’s your choice, like so many things in this relationship. What you eat for dinner, what movie you watch after, and when you sleep. Leon never really parented you; the control in the relationship is a two-way street.
Leon might not tell you the specifics of his job, but you recognize what he’s gotten himself into. You know his work is grueling and tedious, you know it makes him come home too exhausted to speak, and you know it pays way too well for the two of you to be living in this shabby house.
His life is hard, you don’t need the details. You just wish you could do more to help him, somehow.
Leon’s return tonight is the same as any other. You hear him enter through the front door from your bedroom, popping his back and groaning. The floorboards creak past your door as he makes his way to his room. Like second nature, you get up and make for the kitchen. The shower runs for a good hour as you get dinner ready.
You set the table too, with the fancy plates you never bring out. Cooking is a welcome distraction from your homework. When calculus gets too much, you just imagine how easy life would be as a brainless housewife. You’re already prepped for it, since you do all the chores and cleaning here. You’d tack on cooking, but sometimes in the summer, your dad’ll bust out the grill and flip some burgers. He wears one of those ridiculous “kiss the cook” aprons, purely because it makes you laugh.
You smile to yourself, putting the final touches on dinner. You’re plating it as you hear Leon come down the stairs. His hair is still stringy and a little damp, and his fingertips are pruned as he tugs you in to kiss your forehead.
“Hey, sweetheart,” he speaks into your hair, “miss me?”
You nod, leaning into the touch. He smells how he always does, like laundry detergent mixed with the artificial tang of cheap shampoo. “Made dinner.”
“I can see that. It looks great like always, honey.” He hugs you tighter.
It’s like he melts into you, the stress evaporating from his body as he buries your face in his chest. You know you’re all he’s got as a support system — besides the alcohol — and you kinda like it. Just you and him against the world.
“I know this is a classic, but I bought a new cookbook last week, so I have a bunch of new dishes to try out.”
He kisses your head again. “I can’t wait to taste them all.” Leon takes a seat at the table. “Let’s eat, yeah?” You sit down across from him and start to dig in. It’s Leon’s favourite, and your favourite too from all the secondhand exposure.
“How’s university?”
You shrug, poking at your food. “It’s nice… the people there are nice.”
“Teacher’s aren’t giving you too much trouble?”
You glance up at him. “They’re nice.”
He holds your gaze, gives you a look. “You don’t like it.”
“No,” you’re quick to shake your head, “I like it. It’s just, y’know…” The last thing you wanna think about right now is school.
He spins the fork in his hand. “Could take a break every now and then.”
“Dad. You know I can’t. I have too much homework,” you say. “How was work?”
“Same old,” he smiles, “Hunnigan hasn’t gotten any nicer.”
You laugh, “I think you’re the problem, Dad.”
“What? I am not,” he scoffs, speaking with his mouth half full. “Dinner’s good. You do anything special this time?”
“Extra love, just for you.”
Leon snorts. “Gee, thanks. I think I can taste it now along with the rainbows and fairy dust.”
You roll your eyes in tandem. “Real funny, Dad. It’s a little extra paprika.”
Leon takes another bite. “You know, kid, if university doesn’t work out, culinary school wouldn’t be such a bad idea.”
“Right, you just want a gourmet meal.”
“Maybe.” He grins, you grin back.
“We could go to one of the fancy restaurants downtown if that’s what you really want.”
“Just the two of us?”
You laugh, not thinking much of it. “What, you got another daughter hiding somewhere that you wanna tell me about?”
Leon’s silent for a moment, taking you in and really looking at you. The air shifts. “Sweetheart, it’s gonna look like we’re on a date.”
Your face grows warm, your body betraying you. “Dad, that’s like, so weird. No one’s gonna think that.”
He suddenly becomes much more interested in his meal. “Right, uh, sorry sweetheart.”
Dinner’s quieter now, but you keep thinking about it. Will it really look like that? Leon’s more than twice your age. If you were on a date, you’d be one of those weird perverted couples. Guess the waiter wouldn’t speak on it if you tipped them well.
You’ve also never been on a date. You’re too busy doing homework and taking care of the house and playing video games. Boys are stupid, anyways. They’d only want to talk to you for one thing, and your dad’s not like that. You prefer to stick to what you know.
You both migrate to the couch after a while. You turn on one of your favourite old movies and curl up against Leon’s side. He’s like a space heater, body warm as he holds you close to the broad planes of his chest.
Your eyes glaze over the screen, the light reflecting onto both your bodies in the dim room. Looking at Leon, you can tell he’s not really watching either, looking more like he’s trying his best not to fall asleep. Old age or whatever.
Your fingers absently twirl the longer bits of hair near the back of Leon’s neck. You tease your dad about it, but his haircut suits him. Like something out of a 90’s film.
“Tired?” You ask, not really interested in the movie either, which is funny considering you picked it. You’re more absorbed in trailing your eyes down his side profile, catching on the point of his nose, the curve of his lips.
Leon sighs regretfully, nodding down at you. “Yeah, sorry, sweetheart — had a long day.”
You rest your cheek on the couch. “S’okay. I get it. I’m kinda tired too, from cooking dinner.”
He smiles at that. “You did a damn good job. Didn’t think I showed my thanks.”
He leans down to kiss you, on your forehead you presume. You lift your head to meet him halfway, and what do you know? You miscalculate and brush lips with your dad.
The room instantly becomes a hundred times smaller. Leon pulls back like he’s been burned, blinking. He’s staring at you like a deer in headlights. You think he might even be blushing — it’s hard to tell in the dim light of the room.
You frown as your stomach sinks like a rock. Are you really that repulsive? So much so that he’d react like that? You snap yourself out of it. Leon’s having that reaction because he just kissed his daughter.
“Uh, sorry, honey, meant to kiss your, um…,” He trails off, eyes darting down and up and away.
“I know, Dad.” You’re quick to say in response. You’d hate for anything to be weird between you too. “I didn’t mind.”
Leon scoffs, though you’re not sure how to take it. “You didn’t mind?”
Oh god. He probably thinks you’re a weirdo now. Why would you say that? “Not like that!” Your voice goes up an octave. You shift forward with your enthusiasm, but it inadvertently puts you closer to your dad, who you’re now realizing you might sorta kinda like.
“It’s just that, um, well…,” you continue, as intelligently as your dad did, “you know, now that Mom’s gone…”
Confusion laces his features. Every time you open your mouth, you just dig yourself a deeper hole. A trait you picked up from him, you think.
You swallow down your pride and make peace with losing your dignity. “And I know you aren’t going on any dates, so, what I’m trying to say is that, uh…,” you chew on your bottom lip, “we can maybe, um, do things?”
Leon's expression wilts at that, eyebrows peaking with sympathy. Sympathy. You wish you knew how to use a gun so you could shoot yourself. Leon never taught you.
He cups your cheek, rough hands so soft on you. “Oh, sweetheart, you don’t have to do all that for me.” Leon’s eyes drink you in, you get closer.
At this point, your brain fails to register how normal he’s being about this. He should be more reluctant or more angry, he should blow up in your face for suggesting such a thing. But that’s not your dad. Leon’s soft around the edges — he gives in purely because it makes you happy.
Your heart’s thumping in your chest, blood pounding in your ears. You can barely think. You’re too busy thumbing his pout, allowing your mind to travel to the thought of how good his lips would feel. “I want to,” you speak into the silence, eyes flitting up to his.
Leon’s breath hitches, and you can see the gears turn in his head as he weighs the pros and cons of this. You don’t need to. Your mind’s been made up, sick as it sounds. You shouldn’t want this and yet, you do.
“We can,” he says after a moment, eyes holding you down. “Just one kiss, and that’s it.”
Holy shit. This is actually happening. You nod, not fighting the giddiness worming its way into your expression.
“I need words, sweetheart,” he chides, using that tone that makes your pulse stutter.
You nod again. “Just one kiss.” And you’re going to make the most of it.
The TV continues to play, a soft hum of noise as you focus on him. Your mind is struggling to come to terms with this happening. You’re going to kiss your dad, and you really want to.
You sit up on your knees, leaning in closer. Leon looks up at you expectantly. The expression on his face makes you realize your dad’s kinda cute. Crow’s feet balance him out. Deciding to stop beating around the bush, one hand cups his neck and the other braces on his shoulder as you close the distance.
You’re not exactly sure how to kiss, picking up general knowledge from books and shows. Still, it doesn’t do anything to deter how bad you want it — your enthusiasm covers up your lack of skill.
You’re sure your dad’s kissed lots of girls and he must have tons of experience. You’d ask him if your mouth wasn’t occupied. Both hands stray to his chest, nails digging into the muscle as you whine into the kiss. Dad turns you needy, you feel starved for affection when he’s not around.
Leon’s hands haven’t touched you yet, they’ve been politely digging into the seat cushions. You almost go to ask him to touch you — as embarrassing as that would be — but then he makes the move, swallowing your hips up with his hands. You’re so lost in the kiss that you barely register being shifted into his lap, thighs bracketing his hips. Leon tilts his head into it, soft gasps as he separates for air.
It’s been more than one kiss, you think. Not that you’re complaining. You missed your dad’s lap. You’d sit here when you scraped your knee, have him kiss it better. Now as an adult, he’s kissing you better in a different way. You wish it was on your pussy.
The thought makes you moan louder, shifting your hips forward. You feel him below you, hard bulge pressing up against your thigh — Dad’s still got it. You want him closer.
Leon seems to notice that from the way you melt against him, because he pulls away. His lips are shiny, eyes heavy as he pants into the silence. Both hands rest on your thighs, strong and claiming.
You’re sure you don’t look any more put together than he does as your eyes glaze over. You feel restless and antsy — you’ve just received something you didn’t even know you wanted. “Dad…,” you exhale, trying to rein yourself in and failing miserably as your pussy sits right over his cock.
Leon sucks in a breath, something unreadable in his eyes. “That was it, sweetheart, no more.”
That wasn’t the response you wanted. “Dad…,” you try again, voice teetering on a whine. You don’t ask for much, you hardly ask for anything. Just once, can’t he give you this? You know you’re being greedy, and you know you’re being downright cruel as you roll your hips against the line of his cock.
A groan spills past his lips, thumbs digging into your hips to stop you, though not convincingly. Leon looks conflicted, eyes trailing down to where you’re pressing up against him, his breathing getting heavier. “Baby, I—,” he holds your gaze, “this is a bad idea.”
You’re more focused on the new pet name than what he’s saying. Can he blame you? You’ve never experienced this before, Leon hasn’t gotten a chance to train you for it. And he keeps saying no to you, it’s making your insides all icky. Are you pushing him too far? “Do you not want to?” You can’t hide the way your voice cracks. You just wanted to do him a favour.
Leon swallows, Adam’s apple bobbing. “It doesn’t matter what I want, honey.” He takes a deep breath, undoing the flush in his cheeks. “Shouldn’t you… shouldn’t you be doing this with guys your age?”
What? That was what he was concerned about? “But I don’t want them. Ever heard me talk about any?” Your lack of a love life is now leverage for your argument.
He frowns then, squeezing your hips. “You’ve got plenty of time to find one. I’ve hit the end of the road here.”
“I’m on your lap right now, Dad.” You rest your cheek on his shoulder, pressing your hips down on him. “I want your cock.”
“Christ,” he breathes, flush crawling up his neck, “don’t talk like that.”
“Sorry,” you say halfheartedly, nails slipping between you both to drag along his stomach. Leon’s rigid everywhere else, but soft here, whimpering at your rough touch. You want to drag your nails all over him, get them all dolled up just to leave marks on his back.
Your stomach’s doing flips at the tiny noises he makes, pussy drooling into your panties. “Can I have it?” you ask, your lips coasting along the hard set of his jaw. Dad already gives you his love and affection, so his cock isn’t that far of a stretch.
The silence drags for a moment too long, he screws his eyes shut. Coming to terms with this, you think. Leon looks down at you fondly, nodding, eyes heavy. “Yeah, sweetheart, take what you need.”
Oh my god. You need him to sit back, to take care of him like you love to, but in a whole new way. Both hands slip between you, trying to tug down the band of his sweats without getting up. You blindly wrestle it down, his underwear following suit. Just low enough to get his cock and balls out.
It’s bigger than you thought it was — not that the size of your dad’s dick consumes your thoughts or anything. You thumb at the fleshy head, slick liquid dripping from it and making the tip all shiny. It’s warm and hard in your hand, a little softer than you expected a cock to feel. You’re drooling.
You tug your shorts and underwear to the side — thank god you wore the skimpier pair. You lift your hips up, heart racing as you guide his dick to your cunt. Or so you thought.
“Not like that, sweetheart,” Leon says, stopping you. “Gotta get you ready first.”
You want to fight him on this, but from the look in his eyes, he’s not budging here. Leon lays you down on the couch and nestles between your legs. His cock’s still out, a stringy bead of pre dripping onto the cushion. Your shorts come off quick, but your underwear is removed with a tantalizing drag as his eyes take you in.
His big arms loop around your thighs, tugging you closer to his mouth like you weigh nothing. Your yelp transforms into a moan as his lips land squarely on your clit. Holy fuck.
He eats pussy like he’s starved. You now understand why Mom baby trapped him. You fed him not more than an hour ago, how is he still this hungry? Seems like you’re dessert — Leon sure sucks on you like you’re candy.
Leon’s tongue slips into your pussy, nose bumping your clit. Your fingers thread in his hair, hips lifting off the couch to press your pussy onto his face. Incessant whines spill from your lips. You’ve never touched your pussy before, now you’re wishing you did it more often.
“Dad…,” you moan, chest heaving, “Dad… Daddy…,” Your head’s all hollow, nothing but pleasure invading your senses.
Leon groans into your cunt, tongue pushing deeper inside. Your toes curl, your free hand covering the back of your head to muffle the humiliating sounds you’re making. His tongue licks a stripe up your cunt as his lips meander back to your clit.
But soon, the pleasure twists and morphs, turning into something more, something overwhelming. Your fingers in his hair try to push him off as you start to squirm. “Wait, wait—,” you gasp, thighs shaking, “it feels weird. Why does it—?” You cut yourself off with a whimper as he sucks on your clit harder.
“Relax, honey. Just relax.” He pets your thigh, fingers pressing inside you. The feeling makes your back bow off the couch, you cry out. You feel so full, so completely full, in a way you’ve never felt. Is this…?
“Think I’m gonna— think I’m gonna cum, Dad.” You sob as he curls his fingers. You feel like you’re gonna explode.
“You are? Let it all out for me.” His fingers tug up and back, pressing into a place that makes your vision go spotty. Yeah, now you’re sure you’re going to. Pressure builds in you like a shaken soda can, and then you burst. Literally.
Each press into you, each rough suck on your clit has liquid gushing out of you and onto your dad. You’re humiliated.
“Sorry!” you yelp, still moaning and sobbing as he doesn’t stop his motions. “Can’t… stop….” Your head falls back against the cushions, hips lazily grinding against his face.
And then it ends and you realize how sweaty you are and how wet you’ve gotten him. “Fuck…,” you breathe, looking over at him. “I didn’t mean to— I didn’t know that’s what would happen.”
Leon smiles, sitting up to look at you, wetter than he was when he laid you down. “It’s okay, honey. Your mother used to do that too.”
You sit up, flushing as you shove him. “Don’t talk about her after we just did that…” You feel shaky, like someone forgot to click all your joints into place.
“Sorry, sorry.” He’s the one apologizing now, smiling.
Your eyes trail down, your eyes landing on his cock, still aching and flush and needy for you.
Leon follows your gaze, wrapping a fist around it. He’s using your slick to wet his cock. One tug has another pearl of pre oozing out and trailing along the underside. “You’re tired, we don’t have to—,” he says.
“Who said I was tired?” Did he seriously expect you to turn him down after that slutty display? You’ve never seen a cock before, but now you’re absorbed with the urge to sit on one — especially if it’s his. “I’m not gonna pass out, that’s your job, old man.”
Leon’s jaw drops, mock offence plastered on his face. “When did you learn to speak to me like that, young lady?”
This feels better now, more like your usual dynamic. Any tenseness in the air is gone now — you feel less embarrassed swinging a leg over his waist and settling in his lap. His cock pushes up against his stomach, a wet spot forming on his shirt.
You want to ride it — you think you need to. Leon’s eyes search yours like he’s expecting your rejection. With one hand on his cock and the other under your thigh, he helps lift you to line you up.
“Deep breaths, deep breaths, baby,” he whispers as he slowly sinks you down on it.
The feeling is indescribable. It’s like the stretch of his cock is making you aware of the empty space just as quickly as it’s filling it. You lean forward, arms around his neck as your eyes roll back.
Finally, he reaches your cervix, tip nudging the fleshy opening and making you whine. Your sweaty thighs settle against the soft fabric of his pants. You take deep breaths, getting used to the experience.
Leon tucks your hair behind your ear, kissing the corner of your mouth. Tease. You lean in and kiss him properly, rocking your hips forward, pressing him deeper into you. He moans against you, and the sound makes you squeeze around him.
He pulls away to lean his head back on the couch, eyes heavy. His jaw tenses, muscles in his neck clenching. “You know you have to lift your hips, right, sweetheart?”
The way you freeze gives you away. “Uh, I knew that.” Hands on his shoulders, you lift your hips to drop them. The slight movement has you gasping, the drag on your walls a novel sensation. You pick your hips up higher the second time, creating more empty space that his cock carves right back into.
He laughs at your reaction. “That feel good, sweetheart?”
Your teeth sink into your lip as you nod. You understand how someone could get addicted to this. You barely raise your hips, not wanting the sensation of being stuffed to leave you for too long. Leon’s tip keeps pressing against your cervix, sharp zaps of pain interlaced with the slow, thick pleasure.
It’s like wading in the ocean. The water feels like ecstasy against your skin and soaks you up so right — it makes you want to sink down into it and stay there forever, even if you drown.
The unhurried movement of your hips feels so good. You begin to move more feverishly, moans vibrating with each bounce, bracing yourself against him for support.
Leon wraps his arms around your lower back then, holding you flush against his chest as he rabbits up into you. You cry out, sobbing into his shoulder from how good it feels. One set of nails grabs fistfuls of his hair, the other dragging sharp lines down his back.
Pleasure curls up your spine, spreads across your shoulder blades and pools steadily in your tummy. Your jaw slacks as you whimper louder.
You’re wondering where all this stamina is coming from. Dad’s not usually one to over exert himself — seems he’s making an exception for you.
Leon’s hips settle back down and you grind against him, gentle rocking that nudges your cervix and makes your eyes roll back. You feel almost annoyed at how long you’ve been denied something that feels so irrefutably good.
It’s a slow, unhurried thing, the way you move overtop of him, feeling him out. You meet his eyes, and his warm, loving gaze, as you pull your shirt off.
The same eyes that shone so brightly when you rode your first bike, that narrowed on your first time out with a boy, that teared up when you crossed that stage on your graduation — and here they are, dragging over your newly bared tits with this look of reverence.
Leon continues to tug your shirt higher to get his mouth on them, peppering kisses between the valley of your tits. He mouths a careful line up your body and slopes his lips along your collarbone, breathing nothing but worship toward you.
You’re not focused on chasing your orgasm. You’re simply enjoying this moment with him — a short flash of father-daughter bonding before he’s gone again. You can feel it though, warmth rolling over you and making your pulse jump.
This feels strangely innate, like the final piece of an irritatingly simple puzzle. Maybe the one thing you were missing in your life was your dad’s cock. You think you’ll be all sorted out now.
The second time you cum, you hardly register it, simply soaking in that now-familiar wave of ecstasy. Your voice heightens into this near-girly pitch as you do, muffled against where your lips press to his. It’s gentle, loving, and wraps you up like a blanket.
Leon moans against you all the same, cumming shortly after, pumping a steaming load straight into your cunt. You pull back, returning to yourself with the tiniest realization of your creampie. You should probably be panicked, but you’re too busy basking in the warmth of it — the safety and the tenderness. A creampie as gentle as a first kiss.
“Love you, sweetheart,” Leon breathes, gazing up at you.
“Love you too, Dad,” you smile softly, with what energy you have left.
You’re not sure how long you both sit like that, enveloped in satisfaction. You have conversations about this and that, not bothering to pull him out of you. What’s the point anyway? Eventually, he’ll push back in again with that same delicious stretch and it’ll all be as natural as breathing.
And wherever this goes, you’re sure you’ll be the perfect little daughterwife. Leon made it so.
