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NSFW ALPHABET

[DI! Leon S Kennedy Edition]

❗Minors Do Not Interact ❗

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

Cuddler, massive cuddler. Honestly I see Leon as enjoying his partner being cuddled up to his chest but as long as you're touching each other he really doesn't mind. He just needs to be grounded after sex because he's not use to intimacy. (Remember y'all, aftercare in important FOR EVERYBODY INVOLVED DOM/SUB/SWITCH WHOEVER!!!)

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

Definitely proud of his arms. Man's got two pythons where his forearms are supposed to be. I'd be proud of those bitches too. It also doesn't help how often you tend to cling to them, admire them while cuddling up together or compliment how they look when he flexes.

When Leon's asked the good old "tits or ass?" question older than time itself he smirks and simply says thighs. He loves something plush to nap on when he comes home from work. He always says it'll be a quick 30 minute nap but he's always out for 3 hours when he's laying his head on your lap. They're just such a nice pillow and even nicer wrapped around his head.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Usually prefers finishing inside. If not then on your stomach. There's just something mesmerizing about watching his cum slowly drip out of you on down your belly that just makes him so horny that he can't get enough of you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Okay... So you send Leon pictures and he saves them. (He'd never share them though) But he secretly has an album in his phone labeled as WORK meticulously organization so that when you open the album it has important looking photos but if you scroll far enough it's just things you've sent him. Nudes, videos, even screenshots of steamy texts.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

Decently experienced. Enough to get him by but also good at listening to his partner. Takes criticism well in the bedroom. Just wants his partner to have a good time and show that he loves you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

On your side or anything he can see your face. He's often tired so slow easy strokes on his side and using his hands is right up his alley. But for when he's feeling more energetic he's definitely up anything he can see your reaction with. He aims to please and the man is a good shot.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Definitely 50/50. Leon can crack jokes when his life is at risk I'm sure he'd probably say something goofy to make you laugh or even something stupid like "come here often?" When you're changing positions and his creaky body pops or cracks he'll say some smart ass comment about the bed makes weird sounds again.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Definitely trimmed. Leon doesn't strike me as a massively hairy guy to begin with. But what hair he does have is well kept.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Intimacy is his favorite part of it all. Very tender and soft compared to what he is during work. Enjoys the touching the most. He's very touch starved. Cuddle him and he'll melt into a puddle. He LOVES being little spoon.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Jerks off often. Uses it as a stress relief thing but doesn't do it as often when he gets a partner. But I do think when he's away on cases and he has downtime at night he tends to call his partner and have phone sex.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Begging, biting, breeding, dirty talk, edging and roleplaying

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere at home. Leon would most likely be super hesitant about doing anything outside of the house and risking criminal record.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

His partners touch. Leon just really likes being touched. If you mostly just kiss him and move to his neck (it's sensitive, that's why he rarely wears anything that constricts his neck) you'll get him going in no time.

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

No hitting, nothing with feet, no bathroom related stuff, no voyeurism or exhibitionism and no humiliation

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

50/50. But definitely more giving in the oral department. Uses it as a form of foreplay. Enjoys it because he loves hearing your slowly break and cry for him.

Sometimes he's just to exhausted to fuck so those are the times he'll just straight up tell you to sit on his face. He doesn't care if you're bigger, he knows you're not gonna hurt him. If you try hovering her will definitely wrap his arms around your thighs and pull you down on him. The man is skilled with his mouth and hands. So be prepared for the time of your life.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Definitely slow sensual type of guy. He likes making every moment last. But there's definitely been a flurry of passion after gets back from particularly long cases.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

If he has to go out for work and he has a little bit of time before leaving, most definitely he'd be down for a quickie.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's fine with experimenting but not often.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Good for 3 rounds unless he's super tired. Last decently long, always makes sure his partner gets off first each time.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Oh Leon definitely owns one of those vibrators that work with apps. Sometimes when he's due to come home and he knows you have it in you he'll just tease you on the way home.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Usually Leon doesn't tease but when he's in a particular frisky mood, he will make beg to cum. And he doesn't care if you want it. If you don't beg like he wants he will make you wait and keep bringing you to the edge over and over like an asshole.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not loud in the slightest but he's definitely not scared to moan or whimper. Even curse under his breath, especially if he has you on your side and he's right in your ear.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Said I love you for the first time during sex. Was mortified with himself, he meant it but was extremely embarrassed. Apologized profusely and told you he did mean it. And thankfully you love him back, obviously.

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

Ah yes, python 3. I'll be honest, I'd say he's at the higher average end in size but makes up for it in girth... Like a fucking coke can.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Leon had little to no sex drive but once you two got into a relationship he's like a teenage boy again. Can barely stop from wanting you all the time. But he's still more of the romantic intimate type and would rather just exist with you than constantly be at each other.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He clings onto life afterwards. Just wants to make sure you're taken care of but the second you relax against him he's down for the count. Like a god damn bear in hibernation.

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killuintense · 2 months

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man i'm wettttt

Rose Print 3

Stepdad!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, dirty talk, Stepdad!Leon, spoiled bratty reader, virgin reader, stepcest, degradation, fantasizing, punishment, daddy issues, daddy kink, voyeur, possessive, frottage, nudes

It’s not everyday when you have a snotty spoiled stepdaughter to take out all your frustrations on.

part 1 part 2

Leon quickly breezed past you to the front door. Not giving you any attention as you set yourself up the couch to paint over your chipped toenail polish. Leon unrolled his sleeves from his elbows and slipped on his shoes. “Your mom is working late tonight,” he says in a gruff tone, like he was annoyed with you. He even fixes his brows so theyre heavy in his eyes.

You don't look up as you hum acknowledgment.

“And we're going on that camping trip this weekend. Whether you like it or not.”

Leon is overcompensating to not give you any “wrong ideas” lately. He had this gut feeling he couldn’t quite place about you. Like you he was being tested by whatever thing sat in the clouds and laughed at him on a daily basis. Zeus, probably. The bastard. “So don’t you dare try to back out last minute again. Not like you have a good reason to not go, you know, like a job.”

Leon tries his best to look stern, but youre unfazed as usual. “Uh, okay…”

You brush it off like nothing. Rising to lean up against the door, right by the handle that Leon can’t grab fast enough to abscond. He feels like he blinked and you were there.

“Where are you going for lunch anyway?”

His eyes narrow, you had agreed to the camping trip easy enough. Maybe a little too easy. Leon didn’t want to be sweet on you right now. You were being rational, mild. Which for you was out of character. Leon cleared his throat, looking away, “a little place nearby. Doesn’t look like much but the food is cheap and I need to talk to a new client.” He tried to make this meeting sound casual but it was anything but.

You didn’t really care either way, so he doesn’t know why he wastes his breath.

“That’s not what I asked.” your eyes roll themselves at this point. “like where as in- what kind of food are you getting?”

Leon’s jaw ticked, letting out an annoyed hiss. It wasn’t right of him to feel this anger welling inside of him. You were just mirroring his own tone, managing as best you could for what you were being given. But still, you didn’t need to know his business. Maybe he was being paranoid, it wasn’t like your little passenger princess ass ever learned how to drive. He still had your dainty little paw prints all over the inside of his windshield where you kicked your feet up on his dash in the summer. He couldn’t bring himself to wipe the traces of you away.

“A sandwich place.” he said carefully, snark bleeding into his tone. “I dunno if they do anything else. Why? Is that really such a big interest of yours?”

“Can you bring me back something?” you tilted your head.

He sighed.

“What do you want?” He resigned. But he couldn’t help but give you whatever you wanted. You curled a tress of hair around your finger and it felt like you had socked him in the gut and stolen his lunch money. Pushed around again like he got back in middle school before he filled out and started turning heads. “anything specific? Or do you just want what daddy usually gets?” God, did he just let the d word slip? Hopefully you don’t notice.

“Tuna salad. No tomato, yes red onions. On ciabatta bread, pickle on the side. Oh, and potato chips.” You smirk, looking pleased he agreed to bring you back food.

“Tuna, pickle, got it. Potato chips -what kind? There's a million different kinds. And I know princess is really picky with her food.” He chuckled.

“Lays. plain. The mini size. Please and thank you.”

“Alright. But I’m not your doordasher okay? You gotta tip me, or atleast do the dishes or something, got it kiddo?” he said, still trying (and failing) to sound firm. That little smile you made as you said it had Leon feeling lighter. Happy just to see you happy. “Soda?” he offers with his own small smile.

“Pepsi, please.” Rolling up on your tiptoes with your hand on the swell of his bicep. You kiss his cheek. Leon’s shoulders sagged, you were being so so sweet on him! This old man’s heart couldn’t take it. “Thankies!”

“Alright, be back soon, sweetheart.” Halfway out the door Leon turns back to you, “be a good girl while I’m gone.” making you roll your eyes. He would never get bored of you. So sweet, flowery soft, then the thorns.

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In the parking lot of the sandwich shop Leon sends off a text. Sweet then thorns. A reminder.

‘Be a good, little girl.’

You didn’t respond of course, but he could practically hear your annoyed scoff.

The meeting progressed slowly, with Leon’s coworker taking over to talk with the new client. Leon had already ordered your food, waiting for your message. Drumming his fingers on his thigh. He felt that nagging feeling again in the back of his head.

When you hadn’t responded for quite a while Leon couldn’t help it. Double texting taboo be damned.

‘You still alive?’

A few minutes later Leon’s phone pinged. His coworkers' eyes flitted to the swoop sound for a moment, still talking with the client.

‘no.’ was your snarky response.

Leon chuckled, but then he frowned. So you were just ignoring him then? His fingers moved slow and uncoordinated on the tiny keyboard. He missed his trusty BlackBerry. He was a whiz on that thing.

‘You okay?’

‘:3’

‘What does that even mean’

‘Still in your meeting?’

His coworkers' eyes drifted sidelong to the glow of Leon’s phone under the table. The client didn’t seem to notice, luckily. Leon turned his notifications to vibrate. Of course he was still in a meeting, where else would he be? But you knew that already.

‘Yep, still here. And it’s not very fun btw.’ BTW? Ugh, Leon felt ancient. Then Leon felt dumb trying to google if there was some secret hidden meaning to sending a :3 face. ‘Why do you need to know? Trying to get me to leave or something, doll? Don’t think you’ll succeed. You have no idea how strict the boss man is.’

Leon felt himself smiling bigger and bigger without his permission as he texted you. His phone vibrated against his thigh. This time you hadn’t sent a written message, just an attachment. He opened it curiously, probably another one of your strange memes he would need his readers to see. Those me-mes might as well have been hieroglyphs to him. He never got the joke anyway.

Only he was met with a picture of your perfect tits. The hint of a little pink tongue in the top corner teasingly. Tauntingly.

The blood drained from his head and rushed to his dick so fast he got winded.

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You jumped at the speed and force in which your stepdad opened the front door. You blinked up at him from your spot on the couch. “Oh you're back… uh, early.” Your eyes flitted to the way his chest rose and fell. He was slightly out of breath. Old man.

“I'm back.” his eyes narrowed at you, boring holes into your head. Honing in on you. “You’re not running away this time.So, I recommend you just quit while you’re ahead.” his voice sent a trickle of fear down your neck, Leon stepped into the foyer and closed the door. Standing at his full height before you. It made you tingle. “I know you always have to try and make things difficult, but I promise you, princess. I’m not in the mood for it anymore. So it's either you accept it, or you’ll be dealing with a very pissed off Leon for the rest of the day.” He tried not to make it sound too threatening, more stern. He didn’t know if he succeeded. He’d never spoken to you this way before.

“W-what?” you looked like deer in the headlights, blinking up at him dumbly. A little confused smile on your face like this was all some kind of joke, Like you expected him to crack up laughing, and say ‘gotcha!’. No, Leon was dead serious.

“That’s it. You’ve played with patience long enough.” Leon sighed deeply, “Now you're gonna find out what happens when you mess around with a man who’s much older, and much smarter than you.”

Leon began to walk towards you with purpose.

Your eyes widened, backing up quickly on the large sectional couch. That smile wiped from your lips. Ashton Kutcher with camera crew were waiting in the wings it seemed. “Huh? What do you mean?”

Leon’s eyes darkened as you backed away, oh no you don’t. He grabbed your ankle and dragged you back to the edge of the couch with ease. It only took one hand. “You know what I’m talking about. You’re not as sneaky as you think you are, little girl.”

You felt your heart rate spike, nervousness making your spine feel like jelly. He towered over you, hands on his hips. His button up shirt was stretched thin over his large biceps and pecs. The top couple buttons popped open on the car ride over. “You're telling me you don’t know anything about a certain photo you sent me?” He crossed his arms and you gulped down the drool welling in your mouth at the sight of him.

A nervous smile tugged at your lips, a thrill running up your spine. Nipples went stiff in your tiny baby tee.You fell into a titter “Uh, about that-”

“-How stupid can you really be?” he interjected, “you think this is how it's going to be around here? You send me pictures like that and I’m just, what, a total sucker that you can just play around with?” Leon’s voice dipped into disparaging sneer. It was almost laughable because he was a total sucker for you. Is a total sucker. He may as well get it tattooed on his forehead at this point.

“N-no.” you dropped your eyes to the floor quickly, lowering your head like a guilty dog almost felt automatic to you.

Leon stared down at you. He could tell you felt small. Your step dad's lips curled up, but there was no mirth in it. “The second you sent that picture you let slip just how much of a little whore you are.” for me. Leon, leaning in close to your face, his hot breath ghosting across your lips. It made you shiver. For a moment, there was just a hint of something more sinister in his voice. “I wonder...”

You bit down on the inside of your cheek hard, stamping down the reedy groan that threatened to come up your throat like bile. Your head reeled, the only thing you could think to do was paper tiger him. You scrunched up your nose in mockery. “Aw, what’s the matter? Mad over seeing a picture of something you can never have?”

Leon clicked his tongue at you, easing back slightly to lull you into false security. He had to let you think you could win, just for a second. It’d make your little cunt that much better later. “Oh please, we all know what you were doing when you sent it. The real question is, should we discuss your little picture with your mother later? Or do we talk about what this picture makes me what to do to you now?”

It was your turn to squint at him sourly, crossing your arms over your chest to subtly hide how your nipples were so hard they ached, poking against the inside of your baby tee.

You pouted for a while, weighing your options -or pretending to- because need was nagging at your brain. Clouding your thoughts like it had countless times since Leon had moved in. Your eyes said it all. So full of morbid curiosity. You sounded so pathetic, but you wanted nothing more than to rock your hips down on your stepdad’s words. You found yourself whining with a dumb tone. Like his threat had actually scared you, even though you’d never respected authority in your life. “Nooo, no, don’t tell mom.”

He actually laughed at you as you took the bait hook line and sinker. Yeah, you had it bad for him. Leon basked in the sight of you. Soft edges, big doe eyes. You were just a little dumb thing, with a wet needy cunt and an attitude problem. Still leaned your hips forward when you wore tight jeans when the seam pressed into your clit. Still humping your stuffed animals and your pillow, panting like a dog. Still getting up in the middle of the night to wash your sticky fingers.

Uh huh, you were definitely a little virgin. He could practically smell it on you. Unsure, needy for approval. You weren’t even scared he’d tell your mom, you just wanted the easy way. The easiest option so you can dodge all that pesky responsibility for whatever happens. You wanted Leon and his attention, and in true brat fashion, you wanted him to punish you. Punish you for being a bad girl. He kneeled beside you on the couch. “I think it’s time you learn your place, princess.”

Leon devours your lips like a man starved, crashing his mouth down onto yours. Claiming your first kiss like he paid for it in blood. Your lips quiver against his, your brain stalling until he swipes his tongue between them, filling your mouth. Pushing in deeper, deeper like he wants to be down your throat. Your gasp as Leon’s tongue runs along the roof of your mouth before pulling away makes him keep a hand on the back of your neck. Leon looks down at your heated expression. You’re wet with his spit, your mouth slightly open as you pant. You can feel his cock stiff against your thigh.

“All riled up over a little picture of my tits?” You taunt with breathless words.

Leon finds that funny, he swipes his thumb over your puffy bottom lip. “You think I’m worked up over these little things?” His eyes rake down to your breasts in your teeny tiny top, “silly girl, I’m after so much more than just that with you. Your little virgin pussy is just the cherry on top.” He had to laugh at his own joke, the look on your face when he said it was enough to make him groan. He must have touched a nerve. Your turn hot with humiliation.

“Shh, baby, don’t worry I know exactly how to treat her,” he coos, “You're not even the first one of your type I've dealt with.”

It does nothing to reassure you, you snort, feeling defensive. “And what type is that exactly?”

Leon is staring at your face, even as you look away you feel it. He chuckles meanly at you. “Your type, you know. Hot. Spoiled. rich girls.who’ve never had their little holes stretched out before.” He’s turning cruder and cruder, Leon feels like he’s back in college. When being handsome, cocky, blonde and disgusting to women got you more ass than a truck stop toilet seat. You’d heard him talk dirty to your mom, but never like this.

So you gasp, your pussy is throbbing from the way he’s talking about her.

Leon sounded so sure, so confident, you hated how out of your element it made you feel. Like you just a stupid little girl and Leon was your- You refused to say it. You shook your head still feeling dizzy from your first kiss. He ducked down to run his tongue over the shell of your ear, “I know how to fulfill them. Those needs girls like you have.”

You shuck your shoulders up, curling in on yourself. Inferiority melding to your shame and embarrassment. You couldn’t help it. You couldn’t stay calm. “you- you don't know anything!”

He nuzzles against your neck, lips brushing back and forth. “That’s where you're wrong, spoiled, I do know.” Leon’s big arms snake around your waist, pulling you close to his strong body, leaning his weight on top of you. He groans into the crook of your neck, voice sickly sweet. Pressing featherlight kisses there. “You sweet little thing, you just want to feel wanted…desired. You want to feel like the prettiest girl in the world. And you want to feel taken care of.” Leon’s voice was thick. His breaths shaky and hot against your skin. He sounded soft, and rough all at once. As if he wanted nothing more than to wrap you up, choke you til you passed out and then love on you. The same feeling of being put in a sleeper hold and then being cooed to shhh, just go to sleep now, shhh.

You squirm, a whine escaping your throat. “You’re wrong.”

“Oh, my mistake princess.” Leon leaned away with a harsh, disgusted look. You flinched at his change in tone. “You don’t need any of that, hm. Let me guess, you just want some little boy who’ll sit and listen to your little problems? Is that it?” He narrowed his eyes, words dripping poison. “Or maybe you think I’ll stick around and listen to you bitch about your little rich girl problems all day. Sure, sounds like so much fun.”

You stare at Leon for a moment, he sounded so childish right now! You felt a little strength seep back into yourself. That little rush of adrenaline spurring you on. You felt like you had wormed into a chink in his armour that had been otherwise perfect before today. You smirked, “Oh, I’m so glad you offered, because I do have a problem.” you said, putting on your best airhead impression,but really it came pretty natural to you. “The nail salon actually painted my toes the wrong shade. And it’s been like, bothering me sooo much.”

“Oh no, not your nails.” Leon feigned, full of mocking care, clutching his chest. “You poor baby, what a hard life you have. I’m sure we can drop you back at the mall and get them done again. Any other life or death problems I should solve for you while I'm here?”

A fake laugh rang out from you, putting on a serious face. You lifted your foot and placed it right on the center of his chest. “Look, see? I asked for soft pastel. Does that look like a soft pastel to you?”

Leon cocked an eyebrow, taking a pause. His gaze dropped down like a stone.

He suppressed a groan as he felt the weight of it on his chest. Leon was sure you could feel his heart hammering against your sole.

Little brat, He hoisted you by the shoulder of your shirt and in one quick motion pulled you into his lap. Your hands flew out to steady yourself. Embarrassment flooded your cheeks, trying to put space between you two as Leon seated you right on his clothed erection. Your step dad's hands wrapped around your waist, pushing you flush together. You could feel the heat of him through his pants against your soft folds. Forcing your back into his chest. Your eyebrows furrowed with an indigent huff.

“Aw, spoiled little rich girl not getting any say? How's it feel to not be the boss?”

His eyes drop to your tits and you cover them. His hands slide up your ribs, brushing your hands aside. “Now don’t do that, sweetheart. You know I love em…even if they're well- you know.”

You jolt as you feel his hot hands cup your breasts, hot humiliation hitting you like a dart. You cling to his thick forearms. Your face heats as you vaguely wonder if this is how he looks and paws at your mom when you're not around. “Don’t touch.”

His hands kneaded your soft breasts, “honey, let daddy feel you up how he wants.”

Your nipples poke at his palms.He doesn’t stop for one second, Leon’s blue eyes study and size you up like a spring lamb. He can feel your hips shifting in his lap just so, you probably don’t even realize you're doing it. His fingers flick at your nipples, awarding him a gasp. “Seems someone likes this more than they want to admit.”

“Aah,” you're arching into it. Your pussy was fluttering around nothing. Heat and slick seeping into your panties. “N-no.”

He just seemed to find it all the more entertaining to make your breath catch, your little nipples were so sensitive between his fingers. He chuckled, pinching your nipples meanly, “what’s that? You like me playing with your tits?”

“No-” a moan traffic jams into the word in your throat. You swallow hard, trying again. “No.” Clit throbbing against the seam of his slacks.

“I can feel how wet you are.” He shakes his head, and coos, “but it’s okay. I know you’ve never felt like this before.” Thanks for the painful reminder, asshole.

You could feel his cock twitch against you, straining against his zipper. Chewing your lip, escaping his eyes to stare unseeing up at the ceiling. Your hands tentatively tangle in his hair, slightly sticky with his pomade. It smells manly and heady, cedarwood, vanilla and orange. It fills your brain like a haze and covers everything in a cottony haze. A deep rumble of approval comes from his chest. You want to rock your hips against it. “Mhm, I’m gonna be your first. So nice of me huh?”

“First?” you try to play dumb, but youre a paper tiger and he knows it. Your thighs are twitching in his lap. The warmth of your cunt almost made him want to flip you over and rail you til he was satisfied. Use you to jerk off in and leave you dripping cum with no release. So you’d have to come back to him. Maybe he’d just never let you cum, make you feel like you made a mistake pulling such a risky move on your own stepfather. It was one thing to fantasize, it was quite another to execute. Even worse when reality wasn’t all you dreamed it would be. Learning a lesson, the hard way.

“I’m gonna be the first guy who gets that sweet pussy of yours. Gonna teach you how to love dick, baby. Almost feel bad for the next guy you date.” No he doesn’t.

Your wetness glistens between your thighs, the way your swollen clit throbbed made you want to cry. Leon could feel the warm wet spot forming on his lap, and he slowly flipped you over onto your back. Kissing you breathless, gripping your chin to tip your mouth open. Leon drools into your hot little mouth. You’re really gonna be this easy for him? He expected you to gag and be grossed out. But instead you melt a little, staring up at him. Your eyes cloudy, panting with that little candy red tongue hanging out. Pretty face looks as pink as a rose petal. How could he resist?

It’s not everyday when you have a snotty spoiled stepdaughter to take out all your frustrations on.

Leon carries you upstairs to your princess bedroom. Kicking a pair of kitten heels out of the way. He lays you out on those rose print sheets. It makes him sick to climb on top of your body. Even sicker to see the way you want him so bad, despite how awful he’s being to you right now. Sick because he knows how much you yearn for him and he’s doing this anyway.

What you don’t know is your mom stopped putting out a while back. So that whiny noise you make when he starts grinding against your hot cunt goes straight to the deepest part of Leon’s brain. He groans, sits on your legs so you can’t squirm. “so cute, and fucking pathetic.'' The last part is directed more at himself as he kneels over you. But you shiver with humiliation and arousal all the same. No one has ever talked to you this way. Leon wasn’t wrong about being your first for a lot of things. But he has a greater point to make right now. “I’m gonna have the time of my life treating you like the naughty little girl you are.”

Your feet kick, swallowing hard. Your tongue felt heavy in your mouth. Leon seemed dead set on taking your virginity and saying anything to humiliate you further while he did it. Your eyes drooped. His words felt like kisses, warm and fuzzy in your belly. Leon smiled down at you as you flail and stiffen when he pins your wrists to the bed. Youre so horny, you’ve been humping at the air mindlessly even as he pulls away. “Do you want me to do something, doll? Do you need daddy to help out his little girl?” He sounds purely sinful as he plays dumb. He dips low to whisper in your ear. “Maybe you should invite me in next time you fingerfuck yourself in my bed.”

Your eyes go wide in shock. Face burning hot as a coal. You rubbed your thighs together with a sweet whine.

“Don’t look so surprised, I knew you were hiding that naughty little girl inside for a while now.” Leon’s voice is leather and smoke in your ear, “none of that now, it’s time to be a good girl for daddy.”

“Oh my god-” You groan, feeling your pulse beat in your pussy.

Leon pulls up your panties to the side, they resist for a moment, slick like glue as he pulls them to the side. His eyes drop to your puffy, swollen cunt. Spreading it wide with two thumbs. “Perfect fucking princess pussy.” he breaths out huskily. Leon wants to bury his face in it, rub his stubble against it til you're crying and raw with beard burn. He looks back up “you just want to please daddy so bad hm?”

Your hips squirm as he spreads your lips and pushes back the hood of your clit. Inspecting the perfect bud. He’s careful not to touch anything, the cool air on every part of you. Open like pinned butterfly’s wings for him. Leon would put you in a glass case for display if he could.

You groan, and shake your head no. Just to mess with him. He’s staring at your hole, pulling himself out of his bottoms and letting you feel the weight of his hung cock on your mound. You look away as he slowly glides it between your lips til it glistens. Back and forth. You turn your head away and cover your face with your arm.

“Come on, sweetheart, don’t give me that face. Don’t you want to look at me?” he says softly at first, circling your clit. Leon is patient for a few minutes til he’s crowding you, grabbing your jaw roughly. “Look at me. I want to see your eyes while I do this.”

He has your undivided attention. Honestly, was there ever a time he didn’t?

Leon lifts the frilly edge of your panties up just enough for him to slide himself inside. His thick shaft sliding against your chubby cunt, the head bumps your clit. Your thighs fall open on the mattress like a book on its spine. So easy. After everything it must feel so good. Leon's thighs twitch as he watches his pink cockhead stretch the material of your panties. They mold around him. The fabric slowly turns translucent from his weeping slit. He can see every ridge and vein of his cock through it.

His hips barely slide back and forth, the velvety feel of your pussy makes him groan, but your own louder sweet cry masks his.

His eyes are glued to it, no, stitched to it. That little rose ribbon on the top of your panties. A little pink rose, along the sleek fabric. Without thinking he thumbs it. Your hips are writhing as he rubs your pudgy clit. Leon’s other hand is gripping your thighs, putting his weight down on it to keep your little over eager hips from bucking.

You're crying and gasping and moaning like he's fucking you. God, he wishes he was. It would be all too easy for him to nudge his fat cock into your neglected hole. But he has a point to prove here. Giving you what you want isn't an option. He had rules. There are lines that can't be crossed. Like the one you crossed with him.

"Selfish, little brat." He clenches his jaw, his breath flooding out of his mouth making it sound more like a moan than a hiss. He's stretching your underwear out, ruining them. They're soaked by him, your sweet mound is sticky with his precum. Probably glittering like a pearl underneath. The panties are wet enough they're molded to the shape of him when he pulls back.

If Leon allowed himself to, he'd pretend he was railing you into this bed right now. Instead of soiled cotton he would be sinking himself into your tight wet heat. Popping your cherry, making you gasp and moan. Needy desperate thing, probably would cum the second he put it in.

Leon's dick kicks against you and you don't know why.

He gets frustrated at how wet you are from just this. Taking it like a puppy begging for the scraps of a cooling carcass. Leon growled, wrapping his hand around his shaft and pressing hard against your cunt, slipping back and forth with ease. And you revel in it, your trembling thighs lift from the bed to begin to shake, and he can feel your heartbeat in your clit. “Don’t you dare.”

Leon goes faster, faster, like it's a race. Like he's got competition. Which technically, he does. Of the mechanical variety. Hiding in the bottom of your intimates drawer and another under your pillow sham. His hand had bumped it when he pushed you down. Naughty bitch.

Your back is arching off the bed, hands useless and limp by your head. You're mauling your palms with your nails. Nails he paid for. Leon's jaw tightens. "Don't you fucking cum."

You cum.

"You little-" he's exasperated, you don't hear the rest of the insult because you're still cumming. You cum faster and harder than you ever had before. Him telling you not to, knocked something loose in your empty air head. A string of loud sweet moans claw their way out of your throat. Practically screaming.

"Ah! Ahh! Aahnn!" Leon keeps rubbing your clit, feeling your hole squeeze beneath his shaft. It's dragging your orgasm out, making you stiff as a willow cane beneath him, yapping, yapping. You never shut up. Not til he stops to spill inside your panties. Trying not to aim for your virgin hole.

He pulls out, fisting himself as the last blurts paint the lace outside too. Morning dew on those white flowers.

Your underwear blooms a wet spot. Leon crumples slightly, his heart thumping hard in his chest. He notices your delicate fingers you pressed against his sternum in your fucked out state. He thinks for a moment, maybe you were trying to feel his heartbeart. Feel the strong bump bump bump on your fingertips. But he throws the reasoning away quickly, you must have been trying to stop the overstimulation.

You're dormant in your head, thighs still quivering. With pleasure and afterglow that you don't deserve heating your puffy clit as nice and easy as soup on the stove. Leon has half the mind to knock on your skull in your moment of weakness to find out if your head is hollow. Maybe the outside looks fine, but the inside is rotten and spoiled.

He sinks back on his haunches. The entire front of your underwear is ruined. Save for that little rose. Just like your sheets. It’s left standing above all the wreckage, unscathed. Mocking, even. That rose taunts, that damn rose practically rubs Leon’s nose in his own piss like the dirty dog that he is.

Taunting him. Always taunting him.

He creeps off of you. Evading your grabby hands for his shirt, and your big doe eyes. Which is easy enough, you can barely think let alone sit up. Leon just looks with heavy guilt at your stuffed animals that just had to witness that. He opts to just turn his back. He doesn’t want to look at the reality of what he just did to you. His stepdaughter. And of course he didn’t delete the topless photo you sent him, in fact he saved it. Backed it up. It’s up on the rain cloud or whatever the kids call it. Your mom would kill him if she ever found it.

At the door jamb he steels himself, lowering his voice a harsh grumble. "And clean it up yourself. I'm not cleaning up after another one of your messes this time."

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