thinkin about stepdad dex in prison (maybe he killed one too many boys in his stepdaughter’s class idk) with her visiting him
WAITTT UR MIND THIS IS SO GOOD
you guys even have scheduled phone calls and he calls you everyday to talk to his little girl </3
like he has photos of you on his wall, looking at the printed picture is the only thing that keeps him sane. and thankfully they put him in his own cell so he doesn’t kill his cellmate for even sparing a glance at his precious girl. + the little letters you send him with your perfume sprayed in it, a little something to get him going.
you visit him twice a week on loop, a schedule that is organized, absolute enough that dex can tolerate some time away from you. you never miss a day of your visit!! showing up in a pretty outfit that you know dad will like, all short and tight in the right places, sitting across from him and the screen.
you are all smiles when you see dex, he is sitting on the chair with his legs spread out, hands cuffed to the table in his orange jumpsuit. he looks grim until he sees you, immediately your stepdad is grinning and picking up the phone.
“hi daddy!”, you would squeal when you pick up the phone—putting your manicured hand up on the glass as if to still feel him, dex puts his hand right on yours in his side of the glass.
“there’s my pretty girl, hi sweetheart.” he coos in that deep voice, you guys talk for as long as you can and you are telling him about all the stuff you’ve been up to while he’s away. you tell him all about school and how you’re doing so good (the one you had to transfer to because he killed the ex boyfriend that coincidentally attended the last university as you, and the boy in one of your classes that he beat to a pulp for sending a flirty text to you in instagram), telling him that you got the money that he sends you every week and all that.. then you ask him how he’s been in prison and he makes it sound like it’s all sunshine and rainbows to protect you </3
it hurt him to see you so scared the night they took him away, you could barley breath from how hard you were crying and it hurt dex so much! taking him away from his little girl like that ugh
he literally got himself in more trouble and more time because he chose to fight the officers and almost kill one of them while they put him in the cop car. he almost crashed out when he had court and heard the amount of time they wanted him to serve. especially since you were in the crowd and bawled the moment you heard it..
and when it’s the end of the visit— you always start tearing up cos you know you won’t see him until a couple of days, your lip trembling as you start saying how much you love him and you’ll see him later. dex tells you to be quit it and be good, “it’s okay, you’ll see daddy in a couple of days alright? be good and show dad how much you miss him huh?”
still sniffling as you giggle a little, you prop your legs open and try to shake you hips forward so dex could see, always leaving him with a little show. and in the tiny skirt you have on its not hard for him to see the cute panties you put on for him, all lacy and cute, ones he used to pull off your legs back at home..
he can see the patch of wetness on the fabric, his dick already getting stuff from the sight of his girls cunt all needy like that!! you have to go so you can only slide your panties to the side for a moment and let your stepdad see your glistening little clit behind the glass, looking to the side nervously as dex takes in the sight.
the guard comes to escort you out because visiting hours are over and you quickly flip your skirt down, getting up and blowing a kiss to dex—“i love you so much daddy, ill see you next week!” and dex overbearingly gets up with a bulge in his pants, scrunching his nose up to coo a kiss at you. “dad loves you too sweetheart.”
