#fawn.asks

“You know we’re only doing this because we care about, right? We just wanna make sure you’re okay. Every part of you. You believe us don’t you?” You might’ve said yes if under any other circumstances, one that doesn’t involve the fact that your father is slowly moving from spreading your cunt with his wondering fingers to slipping then inside of your tight fluttering hole.

You immediately react, moving to shut your legs. And of course they move too, James letting go of his cock to rush over.

Leon’s fingers slip out for a moment, pushing on your knees to get you to open your legs again.“James, Hol- hold her, hold her. Yeahhhh spread her just like that. Best be good to your Uncle, girl, that’s family. Do as he says”

James eventually slots himself in front of your fighting legs— spreading you and kneeling in between them, all while Leon’s fingers find your clenching hole again. This time, Uncle James is jerking himself off above you. His cock dripping pre all on your cunt below, his eyes glued to the way his brother’s fingers fill and stretch you pretty pussy. Leaking down your father’s knuckles while he ruts his cock against you.

"Gonna let Uncle James cum all over you Huh? Gonna let him get your pussy all messy, dripping with his cum, just for Daddy to come stretch you out after?" His teasing tone seems to touch both you and James, his hands tightening around his cock at his brothers' words. And you, clenching around your fathers' fingers as they continue to fuck and curl inside your cunt that leaks onto the sheets under you.

"Look at you cumming on daddy's fingers. You see this too James, don't you? little weepy whore can't even pretend not to like getting fucked by her dad while her Uncle gets off to it. Listen to her, listen to how wet she is. Shhh" He groans, the room goes silent for a moment. Long enough to hear the loud squelching of your cunt being finger fucked by Leon.

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"Fuckkk she's so close Leon, look at her" James moans, his hands speeding their pace. Dragging them up and down is cock in focused hurried motions, his head thrown back for a moment before zoning back in on your creamy pussy. He can't stop himself from using his unbusy hand to thumb at your clit, rubbing it in messy circles, spready your slick around.

"Mmff fuckfuckfuckfuck" the words fly out of your gaped lips, tangled in desperation and relief. Your spread legs trembling around your uncle. Leon adds another finger, stretching full around his fingers while his brother toys with your clit harder pulling an orgasm out of you, making you cum on them. A big gush of clear liquid being fucked out of your cunt by Leon's unforgiving digits.

Both of them begin laughing at you.

James, still toying with your squirting pussy, laughing above you at the way your tremble and shake under him. And your father, Leon Laughing at the way you clench around his fingers. You can feel his laughter buzzing through his chest behind you. Cutting his laugher for a minute to take in the feeling of your squirting running down his fingers and down his wrist. "Shiiiit darlin" he grunts, before stopping his hands on it's assault on your cunt.

Unlike his brother who's finally reaching his own peak, going stiff as he jerks just his tip off. Leon slips his fingers out of you in order to spread your slick lips apart, opening you up so his brother can shoot his load all over his niece's twitching pussy. "fuuuck" James groans, finishing himself off as the last bits of cum falls on your pussy.

"Leon, I-I can't believe you got your own cock whore. So not fair" he chuckles, dropping his cock to lean over his limp niece below him. Reaching for his brother, panting a deep kiss onto him. "Mhmm" Leon moans into the kiss, adding tongue into the mix, after a while -- only pulling away when he hears you mewl.

"Tch. Only bad thing about it is how needy she gets, look at her. Cunt's still pulsing and she's leaking for more" Both of them divert their hungry gaze down to you, their special girl taking in the sight of her Uncle and his brother swapping spit. Your hand laid in between your legs, a single finger sliding up and down your drenched slit.

"Can't complain though, don't tell me you can't go again" Leon jokes, looking at his brother's soft cock. James takes up the challenge, pushing away at his chest jokingly.

"Shut up"

“Dad’s just gonna play with you from the outside okay?” He teases, you nod before slowly resting your head back on the pillow. Leon moves to sit on his knees, freeing his cock from his bottoms. Letting his heavy cockhead sit on top of your clit, his tip leaking precum that seeps into the cotton of your panties.

Leon leans forward, giving you soft pecks to your pouty lips before giving in, slipping his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss. “Mhmm” you moan into his mouth, drifting into familiar feeling of your dad rolling his hips against you. You wrap your legs around him tighter, adding more friction to cock sliding against your leaking pussy that ruts up against him in a matched rhythm.

“Gonna let dad cum all over you?” He grunts, pulling away from the kiss, his eyes stuck onto yours while the snaps his hips harder. “Mhmm yessss daddy” you whine, humping against him faster, desperate to cum the ache away. Leon’s eyes roll back and his mouth gapes a bit when he hears you call him that.

Outside of this room, it would be a normal thing a normal girl would call her normal father. But in here, it’s what a cock hungry daughter calls her father, the man who is close to cumming all over his daughter’s pussy.

“S-show me how bad you need it, won’t give it to you unless you do kid. Show dad how much you want to cum, mhm c’mon. If you’re sweet enough I might fill you up after, let you bleed all over my cock if you want” he teases, his breathing heavier. He always gets this needy when he’s close, the simple act of hearing his own daughter beg and whine for him to fuck her always gets his balls empty.

He can sense the shift in you after hearing his promise, he can see it too— how badly you need it. Your nipping nails turning into tight fists that grips onto him harder, your panties growing soaked by the words falling from his lips to your ears. “You would want that wouldn’t you? Heh, of course”

His heavy hands moves down from your neck to slide under your t-shirt— his old shirt you wear around the house, cupping and pinching at your sensitive nipples. A breathy hiss leaves you while your back arches off the bed, you’re close. He can tell from the way your hips are having trouble keeping up with him, gaining then losing its pace.

“Go ahead, it’s okay baby. Let it out. Shhh I know it’s a lot of feelings baby, I know, I knowww” he coos, his blue eyes faking sympathy while his hips below say something completely different.

You rut your hips up against him one last time before going stiff, your legs shaking with your head snapping back against the pillow hard. “Oh fuckkkk, so fucking good to me baby. Fuckkkk” he huffs as his cock spits his cum all over your clothed pussy, his gushing tip pulsing on top of your twitching clit.

Leon gently collapses on top of you, his forehead kissing the curve of your neck. Dragging his hands from out of your shirt to lay it on the bottom of your stomach, pressing down slightly, letting the warmth of his hands do the rest of the work.

“Hows the pain now?” He mumbles, lazing brushing his forehead against you, waiting for an answer. “So much better, mhmm thank you daddy”

Familiar ones.

“So fucking good to me, you know that right? Fuck sweetie. You’re doing so good for dad, so fucking good.” Grunting in your ear while fucking you in a deep mating press, folding you so he’s balls deep in your squelching puffy cunt.

“God I’m gonna cum, go on, tell dad how much you love him, please. Mmhn I need to hear it while I fill you up baby”

“S-shit I love you, I love you, I love you, I- , fuck dad it’s- it’s too much, mhhm ‘m gonna-”

“Gonna let mom know how much of a big cockslut you are huh?”

“Yesyesyesyesyesyes”

“WHAT THE FUCK”

“Ohhh” he stands up from the couch, digging in his pockets. “So while I’m stuck at home waiting for my, who I thought was, my sweet girl. She was out whoring herself out to god knows who. Well fuckkk me” he huffs in between forced chuckles. Finally getting a grasp on what he was looking for in his pants, the only other thing that can get the reaction he wants out of you.

The infamous double lined leather belt that’s been burning a hole in his pocket while he’s been waiting on you to come home. At first, he was just gonna yell, MAYBE threaten you. But as the hours continued to pile up, he decided to go with the more behavioral correcting method.

Locking onto what he is holding in his hands you try to flee from the impending punishment you knew awaited you, turning in your heel as fast as you could while drunk. Your “fast” pace does nothing to beat his slow, yet focused one.

Of course he catches you, he always does.

He catches up you embarrassingly quicker than you thought he would, grabbing your shoulder from behind and jerking it to the ground so you fall backwards. Your back hitting the floor with an abrupt thud, an immediate rush to gasp for air finds you.

Leon doesn’t waste anytime as he stands over you, he immediately swings the belt high over his head before slamming it down onto your skin with a loud slap echoing in the distilled air.

Again and again and again and again.

Choking on your sobs while your body twist from the slaps that births thick welts on your skin, “PLEASE DAD, STOP. M’SORRY, M’SO SO SORRY” you somehow find the strength to try and sit up but he’s not done yet, his feet pressed down onto your stomach to keep you pinned.

Wanting you to hurt more, Leon lifts his feet from your stomach before stomping down on it. Your back lifts from the floor in hunched position while you gasp and gag on the pain, your hands in flight or fight wrapping around his foot in an attempt to stop it from lifting again.

“This, this is what happens to girls who don’t listen yknow? None of this would have found you if you had just been good. That’s your problem. You can never just listen to me, just be good and this wouldn’t have to happen” he instructs through gritted teeth.

He grows bored of belt and walks over you to then straddle your hips, cradling your head and furrowing his brow in fake sympathy as his thumbs wipe away the tears he caused. His hands trail down to your stomach, balling into a fist as he presses down on the spot he stepped on, “mhm n-no” you hiss in pain, “this where it hurts?” He asks, pursuing his lips in false concern. He rubs the spot with his right knuckles in tight circles over your lacy shirt before pulling his hand back to strike you in the same spot his feet has been moments ago.

“PLEASE-”

“Shut the fuck up!” he grunts, punching you in the mouth — making your head force itself back to the floor rattling it. His knuckling punches to your stomach doesn’t ease up, especially now since you’re semi conscious. Way easier for him to have this way with you, less fighting. Though you’re still gurgling out whines and tears are still finding their wait to your cheeks, at least your hands are stable and not clawing at him like last time.

Your legs covered in bruising welts, your lip split and trickling streaks of blood down your chin, your nose is stinging from catching a bit of his fist. Your head is foggy and hurts from slamming on the ground, and your stomach feels tight like it’s gonna empty itself any moment now.

To Leon, you look perfect like this. Best up and easy to do whatever he wants. The front of his pants tightens while he grind me his chubbed cock on the sore spot on your stomach, groaning at the way you whine when he presses down on the bruise with his cock.

“You don’t know how good you look like this, fuckk. Gonna teach you a lesson so good you’re never gonna leave the house again, never gonna want to do anything else again but be with your old man”

Loveee writing for mean dad Leon :)

Turning innocent acts into ones of lust, no longer fighting to hold himself back. Slowly opening you up and introducing you to to things you've never done before, sexual acts of pleasure.

Starting with you, before teaching you how to get him off.

It's a tactic he's used on all the other girls he's ruined before you, a tactic he's proud of coming up with. Fool proof.

Small things like slipping his wandering ringers down the front of your skirt, feeling your pussy through your underwear just to get you comfortable with him touching you there before going for a real feel, slipping your panties to the side, the one he bought.

Toying with your clit that’s shyly peeking up between your puffy lips, rubbing slowly while his blue eyes stare holes into your glossy ones.

Getting you off on his fingers, cooing you while you cum on them. Pushing further, getting you to trust him enough to give him what he really wants.

Spilling sweet lies in your desperate ears to comfort any unsureness that you have about giving in, “You’ll be so good at it, I know it, that’s why I chose you. I know you’re a special, and I know how special you’ll be for me. You won’t even have to do much, I’ll do everything. You’ll just have to lay there and let me make you feel good. Okay?”

Filling your little head up with all sorts of lies, "Your family doesn't really know you, not like I do. I mean, they wouldn't want to anyways. What would they say after they find out everything you’ve done, everything we’ve done?”

She couldn't remember when the guilt started to slip its talons from out of her, but it was probably after the first few times of him coming into her room to slip her clothes off in the quiet nights of shared lust. When he began to reach his steady fingers inside her again and again in a focused rhythm, like he was trying to pull the shame and timid thoughts from out of her himself, and it worked eventually.

Moments of heavy lust shifted from shame to open desire, playing house when it was just the two of them around. Breathy promises of leaving her mom to have you instead make her face run hot as you ride him harder; he knows just what to say to get you going; he likes to see the effect he has on you knowingly.

He tells you how special you are to him all the time, whispering in her ear while the two of you are out "running errands"; his kisses are always so striking to you. As if you'll never feel anything like them in life ever again. Which is probably why you find herself clinging to him while you share each other, you can't seem to get enough of the older man.

The thought of catching her breath is never appealing to you as his tongue wanders into her mouth, pushing herself closer to allow him to further invade you. Giving him everything you have to offer, the shame of this secret affair is long forgotten when he has his hands on you. It melts off of you as if he's the Sun shining above you, and you were nothing but ice under his thumb.

Though things aren't always this sweet between the two of you, sometimes jealousy takes over when you see him with her mom. You can't help but turn a little sour towards him. Ignoring his hidden signals, turning away from his kisses, and pouting around the house.

But of course, he knows how to reassure his feelings for you.

Pushing you down to lie under him while he tucks his face into her neck, purring sweetness into her ears. While his familiar fingers creep under her frilly skirt up and into the panties he chose for you to wear today, kissing the fever that took the form of jealousy away just the way you like it.

"Just a little longer and I'll be all yours, I promise."