Having them big thoughts about being River's kid. Goody two shoes, helping out at the soup kitchen, going to the temple. Perfect uniform, perfect report card. Apple of your dad's eye, you're the reason he has a smile to even show. Just a quick one, a flash of his teeth before they're hidden again. You're your Daddy's Darling. Both River's and Leighton's.
content warning. uhhh, nasty nasty leighton, always joy. coercion, fingering, corruption, bimbofication, pseudo-incest, incestous implications. Barely hinted Liver (Leighton x River). Leighton planning something something.
Sydney is untouchable. But you're exactly what Leighton wants to ruin. He'll let Sirris' kid remain untouched, but it doesn't mean he can let such a gem like you go.
It starts out... Innocent enough.
A few extra moments with the Principle at certain times, just to help out. Putting books away, sorting out the storage closet. Just a few wayward touches, over your legs, shoulders, an accidental slip against your chest. Enough to startle you into standing still. Just a dark chuckle and the hair at the back of your neck stood up.
It slowly escalates. Stray touches, standing close by, looming over you. Murmuring questions, about if you need help reaching for things.
Slow escalation does not last. Likes to run his large palm over the inside of your thigh, smirking as you tried to keep calm. Murmurs that it must be so tough, with your dad not letting you do anything your peers are doing. He could help with that. Wouldn't you want someone helpful, someone good, someone like a teacher, someone like your dad to help you out? You scrunch your nose at that but Leighton just smiles and slides his hand higher.
When you put off his advances, even as his cologne starts to make you shiver automatically, that his rough fingertips gliding along your arm makes your body relax into the touch, he just insists more. You need to relax, you need to rest, you need some fun. You don't know when he got his number in your phone, but he begins to text to "check up" on you. Sees you walking home with a friend and messages you a reminder to use condoms. It all gets too much. You can't talk to River, of course not. Maybe he won't believe you, but suddenly there's a gnawing in your gut. Started with his broad hand, but escalated when he sent a link, shortly followed by a sly "whoops, wrong person" and it was of a pretty thing in a school uniform being brutally fucked against a blackboard.
Your first kiss went to him. It was quick, a tilt of your chin with his finger and a smirking mouth pressed against yours. The quick swipe of his tongue must have been your imagination. Hell, the entire thing could have been, by how fast he pulled away and just gave you a smile before going back to his marking. You just sat there, stunned, lips tingling.
One day you didn't cross your legs when he slid his hand up. He called you in after River dropped you off to park the car and within seconds, he was too close in his office.
All his work, to slowly break you in worked. You shivered as his hands slid up and you finally parted your legs. Leighton chuckled and pressed a kiss to your cheek, before his tongue slipped out and trailed over, till it pressed against the corner of your lips. You knew what he wanted. You gave a shaky exhale and tilted your head back, slowly parting your lips. His tongue pressed into your mouth with a hungry groan, his hand immediately went up to cup your crotch, giving your genitals a squeeze.
River is proud of you for taking your education so seriously. Long nights and actually going home with him in the car, not just walking home with your friend.
After school you're at the headmaster's desk, bent over with him kneeling behind you, tongue slowly circling your hole. Before you two ever do anything, he demands to taste you properly. In the morning when you get in usually, but sometimes at lunch break and sometimes after school, if you two missed each other. He does it to keep track. Leighton wants you to be uselessly grinding against his face, like the little whore he knows you are, the little slut he knows he can coach out of you, one messy orgasm at a time.
Went from slow fingering, having you suck on his fingers before they circle your virgin hole, murmurs about needing to check if Daddy's student is a virgin or not, to making you awkwardly bounce on his dick, seated in his lap. Loves the noise you made when he first pressed into you and within a few thrusts, you were lost to the sensations, like the desperate virgin you were.
Ever since Leighton started his mandates play session, you notice you start getting aroused super easily. Doren's hand patting your shoulder, noticing Kylar trying to catch a glimpse of your underwear, Mason stretching before getting in the pool. Worse if you haven't seen him that day, something whispering to you to spread your legs, that you know that all of these people have the same urges. That they want to fuck you. That you're just a slut for them, and need them to touch you.
Worst is when Leighton began... Something new.
Calling himself Uncle in front of River, murmuring in your ear to take uncle Leighton's fat cock while he checks his emails. Whispering for you to kiss your uncle, to mouth on his balls under the desk while he tells Whitney off. Sometimes he'd at dinner with you and your dad, and cheekily tells you to pass your uncle the salt, as his fingers press deeper into you.
It's when he starts blurring boundaries too.
In the car with your dad, chatting about your day when you get a text.
Uncle Leighton: Send me a picture of that pretty hole.
You: In the car!!
Uncle Leighton: Now.
You glance at River, your dad pulling over to fill the tank and bite your lip. The moment his door shuts and he makes his way to the rear of the car, you fight with your school uniform, slipping the fabric down to your thighs, pining your underwear to the side to take a picture of your oozing hole, swollen and fucked raw. You send it just as River passes by the window again, going to pay for the gas.
Uncle Leighton: Did Daddy get to see what your uncle has done to your precious virgin hole?
You: He wasn't in the car.
Uncle Leighton: Shame. Next time do it in front of him.
You didn't respond, turning your phone off, face burning.
Day by day, your libido kicks up and your sex drive refuses to lessen, even after Leighton fingers you to orgasm in his office. It makes you agree to anything he whispers into your ear, anything to get his tongue, his cock, his fingers, anything to tease another orgasm out of you.
Even when it took a turn that made you feel... Dizzy.
He offered River that he could take your home, seeing how bogged down with work he was, with the upcoming Maths competition. You led him in, his lips hot against your neck as you tried to pull him into the direction of your room but for some reason he knew the direction to the master bedroom.
To River's room.
You whined out objections but he just shushed you, pressing his hand against your ass to pinch it.
"Sit on your uncle's face, sweetheart." He smirked against your throat and your legs shook, knowing it was a special treat.
Riding his face was bliss, his shirt open, cock fat and dribbling precum against his stomach. His rough hands gripping your thighs as you humped at him desperately, and you could feel your orgasm slowly coming and you whined out a warning for him. Leighton chuckled and slapped your ass, pulling away. You knew it meant it was time to sink down on his cock, and you began to scramble into position when he stopped you.
"Not until you ask Daddy to fuck you with his fat cock."
You blinked at him, still dizzy from his hot tongue tasting you. He was.. He liked to call himself... He...
"You don't cum until you whine for Daddy's cock. Beg for it."
You shivered, not wanting to be deprived of the third of your daily orgasms.
"Daddy... Please fuck me with your fat cock." You pawed at his erection, feeling the precum drip down over your hand.
"What a cutie." Leighton grinned and gripped your hips, maneuvering you into position to sink down onto his cock, no longer a struggle to take all of him in one thrust. "Fuck... Daddy's perfect slut, aren't you?"
You nodded breathlessly, already moving your hips, the familiar feeling of your hole stretched around a hefty cock already making you dizzy with lust. His fingers cup the back of your head and pull you down so you could press kisses to him lips, sucking on his tongue in-between groans and murmurs of "So good for Daddy, taking daddy's cock like you were always meant to".
Gripping each other, pulling each other closer, your orgasm came far too quickly after being teased by his tongue, but Leighton wouldn't be done until seconds before your dad's car's headlights swept across the windows. You barely managed to scramble upwards, tugging your clothes back on before being stopped. Leighton gripped your chin and leaned in to press a slow kiss to your lips.
"Daddy's so proud of you." He murmured before finishing to buckle his belt. "Uncle's proud too." He added, with a chuckle before leaving the room.
You didn't even have time to get your thoughts together as you followed after him, cum sticking to your underwear and sweat cooling on your skin. River was tired, setting his briefcase on the table but giving you a special little smile. Somewhat surprised by the sight of Leighton but he didn't even get a chance to ask. The headteacher slapped him on the back heartily as he walked past, making his way towards the door.
"Welcome home, daddy."
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