slutty diary

boyfriend’s best friend!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader (blurb)

based off of this post by @onismdaydream (I can always unlink it if you’d like!)

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, cheating, noncon, dirty talk, mean Leon, degradation, slight nipple play, unprotected sex, creampie

above all: don’t like, don’t read ✌️

not proofread lmao

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It’s meant to be a surprise. A little something special for you boyfriend since neither of you have had the time to be together lately. You’re all dolled up with the prettiest lingerie, all soft and see through. The top cups your breasts in just the right way that has them spilling out, leaving nothing to the imagination. 

You text him and he says he’s on his way, supposedly in just a few minutes he’ll be home. Setting your phone off to the side, you tease yourself through the skimpy panties, slowly soaking them with slick as you wait on your boyfriend. Hearing footsteps in the hallway, you perk up. 

“Hey, I’m in here!” You call out to him, excitement making your heart race. 

The door swings open and with it your jaw drops in shock. There’s no way for you to cover yourself in time and so Leon, your boyfriend’s best friend, gets an eyeful and then some. 

“Oh my god, I thought you were—I’m sorry, this is so embarrassing,” you fumble over your words, shifting around the bed to get the sheets out from under you so you can at least hide your body. 

You hear the door click shut thinking that Leon must’ve left you to your embarrassment, but the bed dips with a new weight. 

Head shooting up, you frown at him, “Please, can you just go, Leon. You don’t have to rub it in my face or anything.”

His warm hands grasp your arms and pull them down and away from your chest. 

“Look at you,” he whistles under his breath, “what a lovely present for me to unwrap,” one hand comes up to flick at your hard nipple making you gasp. 

“Although it looks like there won’t be much to unwrap,” he laughs, pinching the hard bud between his fingers and tugging. 

“Stop it, Leon,” you squirm enough to dislodge him, but he grabs you around the waist and shoves you down onto the bed. 

“If you didn’t want this, shouldn’t have invited me in here looking like something out of my wet dreams, baby,” he growls down at you, pinning your wrists together above your head. 

“You try anything and I’ll backhand that face of yours,” he mutters, his free hand going down to undo his belt. 

Tears drip from the corners of your eyes, pussy still dripping wet even with Leon forcing himself onto you. You watch in a mix of horror and arousal as he pulls his cock out of his jeans and smacks it against the panties clinging to your chubby folds. 

“Feels like you’re ready for me,” he grins, pulling your sticky panties away from your pussy and pressing the fat tip of his cock into your hole. 

He sinks into your cunt with one thrust, pussy eagerly sucking him in as deep as he can go. He groans as you scream from the sudden stretch of your cunt. 

“Damn, he not fuck you enough? Pussy’s tight as a vice,” he grunts, pulling halfway out to rock back in, balls pressing against your ass, “maybe I’m just bigger.”

With a laugh, he pulls out until just the tip is stretching your hole open. He bottoms out in one stroke, grinding his cock against your g-spot until your pussy spasms. He growls down at you and begins to fuck your pussy fast and deep. 

Your brain feels like total mush, mouth begging for Leon to stop even while your cunt squeezes and flutters around his dick. He completely ignores you, leaning his head down to bite and suck at your tits. You tighten around him every time he sucks on your nipples, keeping his mouth attached to the puffy buds until you’re cumming on his cock. 

“Oh fuck, that’s it,” he praises you, making your heart race, “cream my cock.”

You're openly crying now, hating what Leon’s doing to you although it feels so good. Even your boyfriend hasn’t made you cum this hard. Thrashing against the bed, you try to use your legs to push but Leon takes advantage and fucks his dick even deeper into your cunt. Your eyes roll back as he rails you into the bed, balls smacking against you as he pistons his hips back and forth. 

He coos condescendingly at you, “This little pussy needs a big dick, don’t she, baby? Uh huh, I know.”

He goes back to nipping and biting at your breasts and nipples, moving a hand down between you to rub and circle your swollen clit. He makes you cum so hard again that you see stars behind your closed eyes. 

“Perfect fucking pussy,” he grunts in your ear, “made for me. Your little hole was made to take my fat load and you’re g’nna get it.”

“No, don’t,” you whimper, tears clogging your throat, “please, don’t cum in me.”

“Why not? Why does he get to have all the fun?” He sneers, biting your nipple roughly. 

“He doesn’t,” you hiccup, “no one has. Please, stop.”

“Awww, so I’m going to be your first,” he chuckles, kissing your neck softly, “gonna get this fat pussy addicted to my cum, stuff you so full you’ll always crave it.”

Just the idea of Leon cumming in you sets off your third orgasm of the night, pussy milking his cock for all it’s worth. 

“What a slut,” he rumbles, “fuck, gonna make me cum, squeezing me so goddamn tight.”

He rabbits his hips into your squelching cunt until he buries himself balls deep with a loud moan. Your pussy walls flutter and clench around his dick as he spills hot rope after rope of his thick cum inside your hole. 

He lets go of you and slowly sits back on his haunches. His fingers spread open your used cunt to watch as his cum leaks out of your clenching pussy. 

boyfriend’s dad!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader (one shot)

ao3 request from do; I hope you like it! And thank you for your patience! 😭 💜

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, cheating, dirty talk, grinding, kissing, slight noncon (but reader’s into it, just pretending to be reluctant), nipple teasing, unprotected sex, creampie

not proofread ✌️

title from Magic Man by Heart (seemed fitting haha)

PSA: I definitely don’t condone cheating; find it vile to be quite frank. In this case reader is breaking up with the guy just hasn’t talked to him yet when stuff happens (not saying it’s right but she’s not going to stay in the relationship at the least)

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Since an extended holiday weekend’s on the way, your boyfriend invited you to stay with him at his dad’s place. 

“He’s been bugging me to visit for ages and I thought it’d be fun for you to meet him,” he tells you over the phone. 

Frowning at your history book, you tap your pen against it, “You sure this isn’t too fast? Or weird? I mean we’ve only been dating for a month.”

He laughs flippantly, making you frown harder even though he can’t see it. 

“It’ll be fine,” you hear a muffled voice from his end, “Jeremy’s here with pizza, gotta go. We’ll talk more later!”

The line beeps letting you know he hung up before you could even say goodbye. Opening up your calendar app, you mark off this weekend. At the very least, it would be nice to leave campus for a bit. Although you have a good feeling this’ll probably be the last time you’ll spend any quality time with Keith. 

He’s a nice enough guy, but still acts really immature and you’re not really interested in that especially when you’re only dating casually. 

The weekend rushes up on you and before you can say bon voyage, Keith picks you up and drives you the couple of hours upstate to his dad’s house. It’s a nice neighborhood and his dad has a lovely home. 

You know it’s lovely since Keith basically ditched you here to go hang out with some old high school buddies for the evening. 

“Promise I’ll be home tomorrow and I’ll show ya around!” he kisses your cheek as he heads out the door, “my dad will be home shortly so you can get to know each other.”

You give him a tight smile as he shuts the door, muffled laughter and talking dissipating as he gets into his friend’s car. 

You flop down on the couch and scroll through your phone, certain now that you’re dumping Keith as soon as you guys get back to campus. 

Later, the doorknob jiggles and you raise up to look over the couch into the entryway. All of the spit in your mouth dries up when you actually see Keith’s dad for the first time. He’s built, big biceps and thick forearms, not to mention his chest and shoulders and thighs and—

You pull yourself away from ogling your boyfriend’s dad, even if said boyfriend’s a complete ass. 

“Hi, you must be the infamous girlfriend I’ve heard so much about,” he walks further into the house after kicking off his shoes, “the name’s Leon.”

“Hi,” you clear your dry throat, “yep, that’d be me.” 

You give him an awkward little wave as his gaze roves around the living room before settling on you, a more serious look on his handsome face. 

“Where’s Keith?”

“Ah,” you give him a bashful grin, “he wanted to hang out with some buddies so he—“

“Ditched you?” His blue eyes narrow as he drums his fingers against his leg, “just a second, sweetheart.”

He steps back outside and you feel your heartbeat amp up from the nickname. Straining your ears, you can sort of hear Leon’s low voice but not what’s actually being said. After a few minutes, he comes back inside looking irritated. 

He walks over to the couch and rubs the back of his neck, “I’d like to apologize for my son’s shitty behavior. Unfortunately, I can’t seem to convince him to come back and actually spend time with the pretty girl he decided to bring home.”

Your fingers tingle as shyness steals over your demeanor, “Not your fault. Thanks though, I appreciate it.” 

He pinches the bridge of his nose letting you steal this moment to take in his chiseled jaw and spot a few freckles on his neck that you’d love to kiss.  

“Well, I can order takeout and we can watch something,” he offers with a half smile, “not the company you probably planned for.”

You smile at him, “That sounds really nice, Mr. Kennedy.”

“Oh uh,” a small pink blush fans put across his cheeks, “please just call me Leon.” 

The afternoon passes pretty lazily between Chinese takeout and some cheesy action movies. Leon’s a lot of fun; way more interesting than Keith, but you try not to dwell on the fact you’re starting to crush on his dad. 

Leon eventually offers you something a little stronger to drink which you gladly take him up on the offer. He must carry some high shelf liquor cause you feel the effects pretty quickly with a nice little buzz. At least, it’s the excuse you give when you slide into Leon’s lap and grind your wet cunt against his thigh as you kiss his neck. 

“Baby, what about Keith?” 

He doesn’t move you away but holds your hips still on top of him. 

“Gonna break up with him,” you murmur, “he’s a shitty boyfriend. No offense.”

“None taken,” he laughs, kissing you softly, letting you lick into his mouth. 

From there it’s a sloppy makeout session on his couch as you dry hump his thigh. He picks you up to let you straddle his chubbed cock, rocking your hips back and forth until you find the rhythm he likes. 

His phone rings and although he ignores it at first, with the constant noise he pulls away to check the caller ID. 

“It’s—I’ve gotta take this, honey,” he pats your hip and helps you move off of him. 

Embarrassment floods your body as you see how wet his pants are from your dirty grinding. 

“I’m so sorry,” you shakily stand up, “I’ll—it won’t happen again.”

“Wha—“

“I’m going to get out of your hair,” you give him a wobbly smile, “it’s slutty of me to not at least breakup with Keith first. It’s pretty fucked up actually.”

Reality’s a cold shower wiping out your arousal in a flash. 

“Goodnight, Mr. Kennedy.”

You disappear up the stairs toward the guest bedroom Keith pointed out earlier; you definitely weren’t going to share his room with him now since you practically fucked his dad on the couch. Grabbing your luggage from Keith’s room, you beeline it for the guest room. 

You change out of your clothes feeling horny and gross. As much as you don’t like Keith, you feel a little bad to just do something so scandalous. 

You hear two pairs of footsteps out in the hall making you pause as you shut the light off. 

“Fuck off, dad, what does it matter if I got a little drunk,” Keith slurs, “I wasn’t driving!”

“You’re irresponsible is what,” Leon’s deep tone makes your thighs press together, “you even left your girlfriend here alone for god’s sake!”

“She’s fine,” he scoffs, making you roll your eyes, “‘sides where is she?”

“In the guest room,” Leon states bluntly, “I heard her go in there a little bit ago.”

You hold your breath as you hear Keith stumble closer to your door. 

“Go to your room,” Leon’s sharp tone stalls Keith’s footsteps and you listen as he stumbles back over to his room. 

“You’re a fucking buzzkill, y’know that?” Keith mutters as he shuts his door hard. 

“What a fucking brat,” you hear Leon mumble to himself. 

Your heartbeat picks up when he pauses outside your door but then smooths out as he walks off down the hallway. 

“Wow,” you whisper to yourself, turning off the light and climbing into bed. 

 You toss and turn for what seems forever until you settle on your side. Cunt still thrumming with arousal, you slowly slide your hand into your panties, teasing your fingers across your swollen clit. 

Losing yourself to the sweet pleasure drifting through your body, you miss the door opening until a warm, bulky body slides in behind you. 

“Want some help?”

Before you answer, a hand slips down your body to cover the one you have in your panties.

“Gotta keep quiet.”

You press your lips together tightly as Leon spoons you from behind.  He puts his hands inside your panties to push yours away and slowly touches your clit. You’re laying on one arm so with the one he shoved away you try to grab his wrist to stop him but he pinches your clit roughly. 

“So wet,” he whispers hotly in your ear. “What were you thinking about, huh?”

“Nothing,” you whisper back, “now s-stop and get out please.” 

“Nah you like it too much,” he gloats letting his fingers circle your wet clit over and over.

You can’t really argue with him as you find yourself pressing your hips into his hand. Your hand is still gripping his wrist only now it’s to hold his arm while his fingers tease across your cunt. You honestly don’t mind picking up where you left off, even though it feels dirty. 

“Mmm so fucking sexy, y’like your own boyfriend’s dad playing with your pussy, huh,” he mocks.

“N-no s’wrong, L-Leon,” you hiss, eyes clenching shut as he pinches your clit again. 

“Didn’t seem to think so earlier when you were grinding that wet pussy on me.”

Slick gushes from your cunt, feeling hot embarrassment and arousal from the truth of his words. You feel his dick press against your ass as he rolls his hips to grind against you. 

Leon groans into your neck, hot breath fanning across your skin causing goosebumps. 

“Roll over and show me your tits you little tease,” he rasps in your ear. 

You ignore him and try to shove his arm away, but he grabs your hip and forces you to your back. He slides an arm underneath you then throws a leg over your hips to keep you from moving or pushing him away. His hand goes back down and dips underneath your panties to play with your clit. 

“C’mon, sweetheart, show me your tits already.” 

As much as you try to fight it, arousal is flooding your body. And it’s not like you aren’t interested in him. You feel more slick leak into your panties to coat Leon’s fingers. 

Your arms and legs are limited in their movement, but you’re able to do as he says. Feeling hot, you pull up your top to expose your breasts and hard nipples to his dark gaze. 

“There we go,” he groans, “look at those sweet fucking nipples.”

He grinds his dick into your thigh as his fingers rub across your swollen clit. 

“Really wanna taste’em,” he murmurs in your ear, “just suck on those pretty nipples til you’re creaming my fingers.”

You moan and arch your back, pressing your heels down into the bed. 

“C’mon, I’ll treat you right if you just let me,” he stops teasing your cunt and drags wet fingers up to flick your hard nipples. 

You’re panting now, hips writhing from the stimulation. 

“Let me suck’em baby.”

You bite your lip, brows furrowed with worry. 

“If you keep me waiting, I’m not gonna be nice,” he bites at your shoulder, blunt teeth scraping your skin. 

“O-okay,” you agree, feeling a sick thrill at the low groan Leon lets out. 

He moves his leg and helps twist your body towards him so you’re facing each other. Ducking his head, he drags his mouth across the swell of your breasts. 

“Hang on a sec,” he mutters into your chest. 

Leon’s hand moves to his boxers and pushes the band down until his cock’s free. He grabs your panties and pulls them down until he can slip his dick inside. You gasp at the feel of his hot cock rubbing all along your pussy, slipping in between your wet folds to drag against your clit and leaky hole.  

“There we go,” he grins at you, “try not to let me slip inside that wet little cunt. We wouldn’t want that now, would we?”

Wide eyed, you shake your head no even if the thought of your boyfriend’s dad plowing you in this bed is driving you a little crazy. His eyes never leave yours when his mouth dips down to suck on your sensitive nipples. As you feel the hot wet suction, your eyes slip close with a whine. 

You grind yourself down on Leon’s cock, dripping slick all over him. You feel him moan into your breasts as he slowly drags his dick back and forth inside your panties. The head of his dick leaks precum making your panties even stickier. 

Your hands drag through Leon’s soft hair, nails scratching at his scalp, as you sigh and mewl from his mouth suckling at your sensitive buds. 

“G-good, so good,” you arch your back, pressing more of your breasts into his face. 

The next time he catches your gaze you can see his pupils swallowing the blue of his eyes and a pink blush spread across the bridge of his nose. Leon bites and sucks a hickie under the curve of your breast, teeth digging into the soft skin. 

You gasp at the dull ache, hands tightening in his hair to pull him away.

“Don’t be like that,” his voice is low and raspy, tongue lapping at the bruise he left, “you were just gonna leave me with blue balls earlier, weren’t you honey? So mean to tease me with that wet drippy cunt.”

You whine and arch up into him more, “We really shouldn’t do this.”

“Why?” his grin is wicked as he kisses across your breasts, “don’t want my son knowing your little pussy’s aching for my cock?”

You gasp sharply as he roughly sucks on your nipples, swapping back and forth until they’re puffy and sore. As he works his teeth and tongue on your hard buds, he slips your panties off leaving your lower half completely naked. 

He grinds his cock up against your slick hole making you part your legs further. 

“Want it, sweetheart?” he moves up to whisper in your ear as he rubs the tip of his dick against your clit, “want my fat cock splitting you open? Show you how a real man fucks a gorgeous girl like you.”

His words make your brain feel like mush, nodding up at him before you can think twice. 

“Please, Mr. Kennedy, want you to fuck me,” you whimper, nails digging into his shirt. 

He groans and eases the head into your slick cunt, “Just call me Leon, baby. Y’r gonna make me cum too soon calling me mister.” 

Your body goes hot all over as he rocks his hips against yours, fucking himself deeper into your clenching heat. 

Wanting to tease, you pout up at him, “Sorry Mr. Kennedy— I mean Leon.”

Growling, he thrusts hard and buries himself balls deep inside your pussy, making you squeal. 

His palm covers your mouth, “Wanna get us caught? Want him walking in to see his dad fucking his girlfriend’s tight little cunt?”

You clamp down on his dick hard and he clicks his tongue. 

“What a slut,” he murmurs, making you buck your hips up. 

He keeps your mouth covered as he slowly fucks your cunt, really drawing your attention to how split open your pussy feels. You constantly whine and moan as his dick bullies into your fluttering walls again and again. 

“You’re so fucking tight, honey,” he grunts, “never had a cock this big stuffing this slutty pussy?”   

You shake your head no as best you can and he chuckles. 

“S’okay, you got one now.”

He moves his hand away to drop his mouth down onto yours. Trading sloppy, wet kisses between your moans, his fat dick ruts into your squelching pussy, dragging all along the spongy spot of your cunt that makes you clench down on him. 

Your mind goes fuzzy, completely oblivious to everything but the orgasm slowly coiling in your belly. 

“Cockdrunk already?” He laughs, “nothing but a sweet little hole to dump my load into, right pretty girl?”

You shiver and cling harder to him, “Yes, please, want you t’cum in me.”

“Mmm don’t worry, your hot little cunt’s getting creamed,” he kisses you messily, hips snapping harder against you. 

Leon fucks you quick and deep now, plunging his cock into your sopping wet hole making him have to cover your mouth again for being too loud. His other hand moves between your bodies to flick and rub your sensitive clit. Your head thrashes back and forth, tears running down your temples as he drives you closer and closer to climaxing. 

“That’s it, sweet girl, let that little pussy squeeze down on me, bet it feels so good,” he goads you, fingers rubbing over your pudgy clit until your back bows off the bed. 

You cry out behind his sweaty palm, eyes fluttering shut as the coil in your belly snaps, orgasm hitting you. Legs clamping around his waist, your cunt clenches down on his cock like a vice, milking him as slick gushes around his throbbing length. 

“Oh so good, such a good girl for me,” he pants, hands grabbing your thighs to press you open more, “gonna fucking cum in you baby, watch it spill out of your tight hole.”

You whine pitifully as he rails his dick into your sensitive pussy until, with a low groan, he thrusts deeply and spills, hot and sticky, all in your pulsing walls. He sighs as he rocks against you, stuffing your cunt with jizz until it leaks out around his cock. 

Pulling out with another sigh, he looks down at you with a sly grin. 

It’s another dumb family get-together hosted by your husband, which is basically an excuse for him to invite his brother and a few close cousins and get blackout drunk. This time, he uses the excuse of it being the holidays. 

“It’s the best time for families to come together!”

His exact words to you as the first of the invitees showed up at your front door. You’re honestly not surprised. It’s something you’ve come to expect from your husband. It’s put a strain on your marriage, although he somehow seems oblivious to it. The only person to lend you a sympathetic ear about the whole thing is your brother-in-law, Leon. 

He knows how much it bothers you, always giving you an empathetic smile once the drinking starts. You’ve noticed that he doesn’t drink as much when he’s around his brother—a fact that doesn’t go unnoticed by your husband. 

“What happened with you? Y’used to drink like a fish,” he laughs, face red. A few of the cousins chuckle along with him.

Leon shrugs with an easy grin in place, “Just like to take it easy these days. Enjoy the finer things in life.”

He shoots you a glance, and you go hot all over. Later, after everyone either passes out where they sit or go crashes in one of the guest rooms, Leon’s the last one standing to help you carry your lush of a husband to bed. 

Your heart races when Leon’s hand brushes across your lower back; it could be seen as an accident, just him trying to help his brother stagger along, but you know it’s more than that. Excitement thrills through your body, making you bite your bottom lip while you glance at Leon from under your lashes.

The first time anything illicit happened, it wasn’t even that bad. After helping your husband to bed, you sat on the couch with Leon and spilled your marital woes. He drew you in close, a sweet side hug, and the next thing you remember is grinding in his lap as you make-out on the couch. 

Since that time, your physical relationship has tipped over into the taboo; it’s a very well-kept secret between the two of you. No one suspects a thing—least of all your husband. As much as you hate the drinking and the constant informal parties, Leon makes the headache bearable. 

Dumping your husband on the bed, you turn him in his side to help prevent any choking if he happens to get sick later. Leon stands behind you, body heat a beacon against your back. 

He runs a hand down your arm. “You’re so gorgeous.”

“Leon,” you whisper urgently, eyes glued to your husband’s snoring face. “Wait until we leave.”

“Why? He won’t hear a thing,” he presses himself completely against you, rocking his bulge against the swell of your ass. “Gonna fuck you right here, sweetheart. Break this bed in.”

Slick coats the gusset of your panties, fabric sticking to the lips of your cunt. Biting your lip, you let Leon lead you around the edge of the bed until he’s pushing you down onto your side. 

He kisses you before slipping a hand under your dress to brush across your soaked slit.

“Fuck, so wet already. You want my cock?”

“Yes,” you whine. “Want it so bad.”

“Bet he doesn’t fuck you like you need, does he?” Leon goads, working your panties down and off your legs. “What a fucking loser.”

“Leon,” you gasp. “You shouldn’t say that about your brother.”

“Why? It’s the truth,” he cups your pussy, middle and ring finger parting your slick folds. “Too bad you married the wrong Kennedy, sweetheart.”

Whining softly, you roll your hips down into his hand, “Leon, please, just touch me.”

“I gotta finger this tight hole or ‘m not gonna fit,” he croons, fucking his fingers into your fluttering walls. “We both know this little pussy hasn’t had a cock this big.”

Keening in your throat, you ruck your dress up so Leon has easier access to the apex of your thighs. 

“Look at that pretty hole,” he groans, fingers seeking out the spot at the front of your cunt that makes you squeeze down on the digits. “Married pussy’s the best.”

“D-don’t say that,” your thighs twitch, arousal burning hot in your belly.

“Why not?” He grins, and it makes your heart race. “It’s true. You’re married, and you’ve got the best pussy I’ve ever had.”

Cunt squeezing down on his fingers, you tangle your fingers in the sheets, shooting a quick glance to make sure your husband is still passed out. 

“I can’t wait anymore,” Leon mutters to himself, fingers slipping from your wet heat with a wet schlick. 

His middle and ring finger are shiny with slick as he pops them in his mouth with a groan. “Taste so good, but I’m too impatient to lick you til you scream.”

You gasp, watching with dilated eyes while he takes his shirt off and pulls his jeans and briefs down to his thighs. The tip of his fat cock drips precum down the shaft, making your mouth water for a taste.

He grips the base and shakes his dick at you. “Look at you drooling over it. Bet you’d love if I fucked that sweet little throat. Don’t worry, one of these days, I’ll have you choking and gagging all over my dick.”

You nod along with his words, clit throbbing like a second heartbeat and pussy dripping slick all over your thighs. He’s big. Much bigger than your husband’s dick; it sends a pulse through your cunt, knowing he’s about to fill you up and stretch you out on his cock.

Kneeling in front of you, he humps your pussy, thick cock, sliding through your slick folds and across your clit. Whimpering, you part your thighs even further. 

“Please, Leon.”

His head presses against your hole but doesn’t sink in any further. He grips his cock and rocks the tip in and out of your cunt. 

“Am I gonna fit in this tight little hole, baby?” He mocks, slapping the fat head of his dick down onto your wet pussy. “God, I’m gonna stretch this little pussy out.”

Whimpering, your eyes dart over to your husband passed out on his side of the bed. Your marital bed is pretty big—he always complained about needing the space—and now you’re appreciating that fact more than ever. 

Leon clicks his tongue. “What a poor, frustrated little pussy. She’s crying she needs my cock so bad.”

Choking out a moan, your head thrashes back and forth against your pillow while Leon sinks his thick cock inch by inch in your snug pussy. 

“Fucking hell, he’s not been giving it to you, has he?”

“Uh uh,” you hiccup a whine. “You’re too big. It hurts.”

“Aww,” he leans forward, bottoming out in your pussy with a grunt. “We’ll just have to get this hole used to being so full. Doesn’t that feel good?”

Your pussy flutters and pulses around his cock, slick coating his length. “Fuck, it’s so big.”

“Yeah, it is,” he chuckles before kissing your temple. “And your married pussy is a perfect fit. So snug and wet.”

Covering your mouth with your hand, you cry out against your palm as Leon begins to fuck you with hard, deep strokes. Eyes rolling back in your head and toes curling in pleasure, you rock your hips against his thrusts, pussy gripping his cock like a vice. His pelvis grinds against your clit every time he bottoms out in your cunt. 

It’s so unfair how good this feels—knowing your husband’s right next to you as his brother pounds into your needy pussy. The pleasure crests higher and higher, body jostling with the movement so hard your tits bounce underneath your dress.

“I’m gonna cum inside you,” he whispers, grinning down at you, sweat darkening his fringe. “Cum all inside this cheating slutty pussy.”

“No!” Your voice cracks. “You can’t! What about m-my husband?”

“What about him?” Leon swivels his hips, the fat tip of his cock rubbing against your g-spot hard enough to make you squeal. “You’re fucking gagging to have me stuff you. You love my cock rawing this sweet little puss.” 

“Noo,” you cling to his biceps, fingers digging into his skin.

“Fine,” he sighs. “I guess I’ll just pull out and—“

You tangle your hands in his hair and bring him closer for a dirty, tongue-filled kiss, pussy walls gripping his dick tightly. 

“Please, don’t,” you whine. “Want your cock, want you to cum in me.”

“Fuck, baby, gotta keep quiet,” Leon laughs in your ear, dick slowly rutting in and out of your squelching cunt. “This fat pussy’s so loud, gonna get us caught.”

“Leon,” you whine, nails digging into his bare shoulders. He hisses in pleasure, thrusting harder into your clenching heat. “Feels so good, can’t help it.”

“Yeah? This tight pussy just can’t stop creaming my cock, can she?” He coos in your ear, lips nipping at your lobe. “Want me to put a baby in this cheating pussy?”

Eyes fluttering closed, you moan loudly, legs wrapping around his waist to lock behind his back. “Oh, please, want you to knock me up.”

“Hell yeah, I’ll breed this hot little pussy,” he groans, moving up onto outstretched arms. His hips roll against yours, cock plunging deeper into your dripping hole. “Gonna blow my load in your greedy cunt til it takes.”

Pulling out suddenly, he grips your hips to manhandle you over onto your front. He yanks your ass back, pressing his palm on your shoulders to push your head onto the pillow. His cock bullies back into your sopping wet pussy, the sound—plap plap plap—filling the bedroom. 

You moan into your pillow, drool soaking the material as Leon rails you into the bed you share with your husband. 

He slows his pace, dragging his dick halfway out before sinking back in. “Which cock’s better, mine or my brother’s?”

“Huh?” Your brain is mush at this point, your thoughts concentrating on cumming all over his cock while he creampies you. 

“I said which cock is better,” he thrusts deep enough the tip bumps your cervix, making you moan weakly. “Mine or my brother’s?”

You stumbled over your words, not able to think when he reaches under your body to play with your clit. 

“Better question,” he purrs into your ear, “which cock do you love? Hmm? The one that makes you cum? The one that’s gonna breed this fat pussy til she’s pregnant? Or…”

He pulls out, and you whine while he smacks his wet cock against your ass, “Some fucking cuck who passes out while his brother dicks down his wife?”

“What’s it gonna be, baby?” He teases the tip in and out, in and out, until you finally press your ass back against him. 

“Yours, Leon,” you nearly sob when he fucks his cock back into your cunt. “Love your cock, s’the only one that makes me cum.”

He humps your ass, dick pounding at your drippy hole. “And? C’mon, what else?”

“A-and it’s the only cock I want to creampie my pussy,” you mewl, thrusting back against him. “Please, Leon, want you to cum in me. Cum in my cheating little pussy til you knock me up.”

“Goddamn,” he groans, fucking you so hard and fast the bed shakes. “Good fucking girl, gonna breed this needy pussy, gonna knock up my brother’s wife—fuck!”

He slips his hand around your hip and begins rubbing your slippery clit in quick circles. 

“Cum for me, want this slutty pussy creaming my cock so I can fill her up,” he bites the shell of your ear. “Cum for me, so I can give you a baby.”

He slaps your clit with the flat of his fingers, and it pushes you over the edge, climax overtaking your body. You squirt, slick gushing from your hole to coat his pelvis and run down your thighs. 

“Fucking hell, that’s it, baby, show me how much this pussy likes my cock,” Leon moans. 

You shake and scream, burying your face in the pillow to muffle the noise. Fireworks explode behind your eyes while your pussy milks his cock over and over, dripping slick all over the two of you. 

“That’s it, fuck, gonna breed you nice and deep like I promised,” Leon curses under his breath and thrusts a few more times against you before sinking to the hilt. 

Hot, thick spurts of cum fill your fluttering walls until it spills out around his cock. Rutting against your ass, he grinds his cock in your pulsing cunt. After a few minutes, he takes in a deep breath and pulls out with a low groan. You lay there, panting heavily into your pillow, body completely spent. 

“Shh, you don’t want to wake up your new stepmom do you?” a voice whispers hotly into your ear. 

You can only whimper into the broad, calloused hand covering your mouth. Leon, your dad, spoons behind you, grinding his hard cock between your plump thighs. Your clit throbs with want as his fat cock presses in tighter. 

“So eager,” Leon murmurs, tongue dipping into your ear before softly nibbling the lobe. “So pretty.”

You pant into the palm covering your mouth—pussy leaking into your thin panties. While your stepmom sleeps on, totally oblivious, you and your dad fool around in your bedroom down the hall. 

He pins you down to your narrow bed and mounts you like a dog in heat. He rips off your panties and plunges his thick cock in your wet hole.

Your eyes roll up in pleasure as he fucks you hard and slow, his favorite. He fucks you so good, he makes your spine bow and your toes curl. God, but having your dad inside you, calling you pretty has your cunt wet and wanting. 

He breeds your sopping wet hole all night until you can’t think of anything except being filled again and again. He cums inside you so much it drips past his own thrusting cock. 

“I love sloppy seconds, sweetheart,” he pants in your ear, sweat dripping from his sharp nose down onto your neck.

Pulling out, he watches his cum drip from your fluttering hole. He groans and pushes his still hard cock into your sopping wet pussy. 

“No harm in sloppy thirds, huh?” He laughs, and you whine. “Such a hungry cunt for daddy’s cock.”

You can only drool and pant, brain complete mush. Leon always fills your pussy so good. You never figured yourself for a size queen, but your dad’s dick is just so big. Almost too big, but he’s been training your pussy til you can take it all. You’re practically gagging for it now. You want his dick all the time.

Most of your nights are spent in bed, being filled repeatedly until your cunt’s swollen and drippy. Then—your favorite part—your dad helps you shower, fingering his thick cum out of your hole before sliding his cock back in your swollen pussy to fill you up all over again. 

A few days before Christmas, your new stepmom has to leave for a work conference. 

“I’ll try my best to be home before Christmas Eve,” she kisses Leon sweetly before smiling at you. “I’ll call you when I land!”

As soon as she’s out the door, your dad pushes you down on his bed—the one he barely shares with her—and fucks you til you can’t see straight. It’s hot and sweaty and totally filthy, but you love it more than anything. The next few days see you being stuffed by his cock repeatedly, bedsheets a complete mess.

“Dad,” you whimper, knees practically shoved up to your chin. “You’re gonna break my pussy. S’too much!”

“Aww, my poor baby,” he coos, pulling his cock out with a wet schlick, precum drooling in sticky strings from his slit onto your puffy cunt. 

He manhandles you up onto your knees, shoving one of his pillows between your thighs. 

“Grind that sweet pussy til she soaks my pillow,” he kneels behind you, cock rubbing across your ass. 

You rut into his pillow, whimpering at the soft friction against your swollen clit. Leon sits behind you, guiding your motions. 

“What a dirty slut,” he groans, nipping at your shoulder and making you shiver. “My gorgeous daughter and her fat, slutty pussy just need to cum, don’t they?”

Clit twitching, you gasp a low keening cry, slick saturating the fabric between your legs. It doesn’t take long for your orgasm to bubble over, ass bouncing back to grind against your dad’s dick while you ride out the aftershocks. 

“Fuck, look at you,” he sandwiches his cock between your ass cheeks. “Love watching you cream that chubby pussy, god, gets me off so fucking fast.”

Grunting, he uses your ass as a makeshift fleshlight, gripping each cheek to fuck between them. You hear him groan from deep in his chest before hot streaks of his cum paint your ass and lower back. He grinds against you for a long time, biting and kissing across your neck and shoulders.

He shifts and makes a soft noise of contentment. “Damn, it’s past midnight already. Merry Christmas, sweetheart,” he turns your head and kisses you, licking past your lips to suck on your tongue. 

When you pull away, your cunt throbs, feeling empty and achy. He slips his half chubbed cock between your thighs, head bumping underneath the hood of your clit. Whimpering, you wrap a hand into his messy hair and tug him close. 

his hand clasps around the doorknob to your room, and he pushes the door open softly to peek inside, expecting you to be asleep . . . but the sight that greets him sends him into a frenzy.

there you were, his baby girl, sprawled on the sheets, head thrown back — and your daddy’s hooded eyes trace the soft curve of your exposed neck as you touch yourself, whining for your papa while stuffing your small fingers inside your cunt with fervor.

satoru lets out a soft gasp, breath catching in his throat. his cock throbs at your little noises — the squelching of your unbelievably wet cunt — and his hand twitches to palm his bulge — but he feels even that’s going too far.

you haven’t noticed him yet, or the door that was previously closed now slightly ajar, too consumed in your own pleasure to take notice of your surroundings.

and your papa doesn’t even think, his body moving on its own.

you’re surprised when he barges into your room, sitting up on the bed and scrambling for your sheets to shield your modesty with a flushed face. he hadn’t meant to startle you, noting the alarm in your eyes. satoru, slowly, like approaching a doe, goes to calmly sit down on the edge of your bed, trying to ignore the raging hard-on in his slacks.

your papa looks at you with such caring eyes, something he hadn’t done in a week. and just like that — you break down crying right there, sobbing into your hands as you hiccup out everything you’ve been feeling. how you’d noticed the lipstick stains on his shirt and the hickeys on his neck when he returns home deep into the night, how he doesn’t give you a goodnight kiss and tuck you in — how he doesn’t kiss you at all anymore. how it feels like he’s forgetting about you.

and satoru feels his heart break in his chest at the sight of you like that, needy for your daddy’s attention, expressing how you’ve been feeling neglected by him, and he’s enraged with himself at ever deciding to fool around with other women when the one girl he should be focusing on is his girl.

he couldn’t believe you would ever think those flings were more important than you — that he’d ever choose another woman over you.

satoru’s adam’s apple bobs in his throat as he swallows, and he uses this moment as an excuse — seizing his opportunity — because who was he to deny the needs of his princess who wanted her papa so desperately?

it’s only one time.

he repeats the line over and over in his head as he hovers over your body, the tip of his cock drooling milky pre over your swollen folds. the sounds — god — that you make as he pushes his cock right into your tight hole will forever be engrained in his mind. he sinks into you bit by bit, falling deeper and deeper into depravity.

“d-daddy! hmph— ”

a shiver runs down his spine at the sinful way the endearing name was being used in a situation like this.

it was so wrong, but so so worth it; looking down at you as you squeal and moan in delight while your father turns your insides to mush.

“so b-big...”, a whimper slips past your plush lips.

“i know baby, but you’re taking me so well. doing s’good for your papa.”

you preened like you’ve always done, basking in your father’s praise after what felt like forever. he rewards you with many kisses — this time on your lips rather than your cheek or forehead, so much that they leave your lips swollen. your eyes were glazed over in pleasure, taking him inside you like it was the one thing you were made for, and he couldn’t ignore the swell of pride in his chest upon noticing the faint red sheen glazing over his length, as if you had been saving yourself for him this entire time.

satoru couldn’t help but smile softly at the sight of you. you were happy, and if this was the cost of your happiness so be it — morals be damned. he could do this forever, for his princess. such a good girl, so sweet to him always.

your daddy loved his dessert — but you were the best kind.

the sense of satisfaction he felt nutting inside his own daughter was unmatched. you were nothing like those other women — you were perfect, just like him.

though the regret and guilt eventually washed over him in his post-orgasm haze — how he had defiled his own daughter and spilled his seed deep inside, secretly wishing it would take root.

but your papa truly had nothing to worry about.

you were just as fucked in the head, leaving your door unlocked on purpose and hoping he’d stop neglecting his little girl once and for all.

for one, his cock is huge. the first time you took him you thought you would break. he was slow and gentle about it though, got you nice and lubed up and fucked you open on his fingers when he realized you couldn’t take it right away. rubbed your thighs with those big, rough hands of his in encouragement the whole time he eased in, inch by agonizing inch. since then you’ve gotten used to him, and thank god you did because now when he gives you all of him you see fucking stars. you can always expect to have an orgasm when he comes by. he fucks you so good, you almost wonder why he’s coming to an establishment like this in the first place.

the other thing that mystifies you is you’ve never heard his voice. not a groan, not a curse, nothing. you spend a lot of your time laying there imagining what he must sound like. every time he empties himself inside you (he never does it anywhere else) you’re always hoping this will be the time that he makes some noise for you.

and one day, he finally does.

it’s a weird day. you slept through your alarm and were late for your day job, you made a small screw up that your boss was particularly ornery about, and to top it all off you got a call from your dad right before walking into this seedy side gig of yours. you ended up unloading on him about your day and he called you “sweetheart” in that sympathetic dad voice of his. it made you feel a little guilty. a little gross. you ultimately tell yourself that you’re an adult who needs to pay rent, and what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

it’s a damn relief that your favorite regular eventually shows up. you could use the release after the stressful day you had. and he gives it to you, multiple times. he’s really hogging you tonight, making you cum on his fingers and his cock like this is more about your pleasure than his. it’s like he knows your body so well that he can feel the tension of the day wound up in it.

with all those orgasms he’s given you, you’re extra sensitive. extra wet. he’s stretching you around his cock so good and hitting that spot inside you with such force that you know this next one is going to be different. he spits down on your pussy, stroke never faltering as he begins rubbing circles into your clit with his thumb. you’ve never squirted before but you’ve heard enough about them to know this feeling.

he pulls out when you do it. plays with your cunt and strokes himself as you gush. you make such a mess that you can hear it splashing down onto the floor below. it’s the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had, pleasure wrung from your body so throughly that you feel you should emerge from the wall and thank him.

through the haze of your aftershocks, you hear his voice for the first time. gruff, encouraging, a little proud.

fatherly.

“that’s it, sweetheart. good job.”

your stomach lurches with an all-consuming, abject horror.