Fantasies

You can’t look at him. Your heart’s hammering, a wild thing trapped in your ribs, and your mouth goes dry. “I - it’s just a story,” you mumble, barely audible, staring at the closed laptop like it might save you. “It doesn't mean anything.”

“Are you sure?” His voice dips, playful but edged with something heavier, something that makes your stomach flip. He slides a hand onto your shoulder and turns you to face him. His eyes are locked on yours, searching, a little amused, a little hungry. “If you really want me like that… maybe we could try. Just once. See if it’s as good as you’re imagining.”

Your brain short circuits. This can't be happening. He’s tugging you up from the chair, guiding you to the couch with that easy confidence he’s always had. You’re trembling, not from fear but from the sheer want that’s been festering in you for too long. He sits you down, knees nudging yours apart, and grins. “C’mon, naughty kitten. Let’s play.”

He starts slow, peeling your shirt up and tossing it aside like it’s nothing. His hands roam your skin — calloused fingertips dragging down your neck, dipping lower, tracing the edge of your bra before he unhooks it with a flick. You’re breathing too fast, dizzy with it, and he notices. “Nervous?” he murmurs, lips brushing your ear. “Don’t be. Daddy’s got you.”

That word — Daddy — hits you with a thud, and you whimper, helpless. He chuckles again, sliding your shorts down, leaving you bare and squirming under his gaze. “Look at you,” he says, “Already so needy. Been thinking about this a while, huh?” His fingers tease along your inner thigh, feather light, maddening, until they brush that special place. “Oh, kitten. You’re soaked.”

He doesn’t rush it. He takes his time, stroking you open, one finger slipping inside just like you wrote — except this is real, and it’s so much sharper, so much more. Your hips jerk, chasing the pressure, and he hums approvingly. “That’s it. Take it all in.” A second finger joins the first, curling just right, and you’re gone. Your pussy clenches around him, a broken little moan spilling out as you finish way too fast. He doesn’t stop, though, just keeps moving, drawing it out until you’re shaking.

“Naughty little thing,” he teases, pulling his hand free and licking his fingers clean while you watch, dazed. “Taste as sweet as you look.” He’s undoing his belt now, and your eyes widen — he’s hard, thick, and you’re not sure you can take him, but god, you want to try. He catches your stare and grins. “Don’t worry, kitten. We’ll go slow.”

He eases into you, inch by inch, stretching you until you’re clutching his shoulders, nails digging in. It’s overwhelming, the heat of him, the weight, the way he fills you up. “Fuck,” he mutters, voice strained, “You’re tight. Fuck you feel so good.” He starts moving, steady but deep, and you’re moaning in time with every thrust, legs wrapping around him like you can’t get close enough. He leans down, lips grazing your jaw. “My naughty kitten. Taking Daddy so well.”

Your feet pad silently across the floor. You pause at the edge of the bed, close enough to smell the faint musk of his cologne. Your fingers tremble as you lift the hem of your nightgown, sliding your panties down your legs and kicking them aside. The air feels electric against your bare skin, and you’re already wet, so wet it’s embarrassing. You climb onto the bed, careful not to jostle the mattress too much, and kneel beside him.

Daddy’s face is relaxed in sleep, his dark hair tousled, a faint stubble shadowing his jaw. You bite your lip, your hand slipping between your thighs, fingers gliding over your special place. A soft gasp escapes you as you circle your clit, eyes locked on him. You imagine his hands there instead, rough and sure, spreading you open. The thought makes you clench, and you stifle a whimper, moving faster. But it’s not enough. The ache is deeper now, a hollow need that demands to be filled.

You glance at Mommy, still asleep, her breathing even. The risk makes your heart pound, but you're feeling bold tonight. You shift closer, straddling Daddy’s hips. He’s shirtless, the sheet low enough to reveal the trail of hair leading down from his navel. You can see the faint outline of his cock underneath the thin sheet, and it stirs something in you. Your hands brace on his chest, fingers splaying over the firm muscle, and you rock your hips, grinding against him. The friction is almost too much to bear, and you bite your lip hard to keep quiet.

He stirs beneath you, a low hum in his throat. Your heart lurches... did you wake him? But his eyes stay closed, and you keep moving, slowly now, rubbing your slick pussy against the growing hardness beneath the sheet. The sensation is maddening, and you can’t stop. You need more. More. More. More. Daddy always spoils his babygirl, even when he's asleep.

With trembling hands, you tug the sheet down, exposing his boxers. His cock is so tempting, and you’d given in the moment you hopped on the bed. You swallow hard, glancing at Mommy again. She hasn’t moved. Emboldened, you slip your fingers under the waistband, freeing him. He’s hot and heavy in your hand, and you stroke him once, twice, watching his face for any sign of waking. He shifts slightly, but his eyes remain shut.

You can’t wait anymore. You lift your hips, positioning yourself over him, and guide the tip of his cock to your entrance. You’re so wet that he slides in easily, stretching you with that delicious burn. A moan threatens to spill out, but you clamp your lips shut, sinking down slowly until he’s buried deep inside you. The fullness is overwhelming, and you pause, trembling, adjusting to the way he fills you so perfectly.

Then you start to move, rocking your hips, savoring the way his cock drags against your walls. Your hands grip his shoulders, nails digging in as you ride him, each successful thrust stirs fresh confidence inside you. You're getting away with it. Getting lost in it. The bed creaks, but you just keep bouncing. You're getting reckless, the need overtaking caution. You move faster, chasing that edge, your breath coming in sharp gasps.

Daddy’s eyes flutter open. Your heart stops as he blinks up at you, his gaze dark and hazy with sleep. For a moment, you’re terrified he’ll push you off, scold you, but instead, a slow, wicked smile curves his lips. "Naughty girl," he whispers, voice rough and low. "I told you not when Mommy's home.”

You shake your head, too desperate to speak, but he doesn’t stop you. His hands find your hips, guiding your movements, encouraging you to keep going. "Quiet now," he murmurs, glancing at Mommy. "Don’t want to wake her."

You nod, biting your lip as you roll your hips, riding him harder. His grip tightens, fingers digging into your flesh, and he thrusts up to meet you, slow and controlled, but deep enough to make you see stars. The pleasure builds, coiling tight, and you’re struggling to stay silent, small whimpers slipping out despite your efforts.

The bed creaks louder now, and you hear a rustle from Mommy’s side. Your blood runs cold as she stirs, rolling over to face you. Her eyes open, bleary and confused. "What’s… what’s going on?" she mumbles, voice thick with sleep.

Daddy’s hand slides up your back, pulling you down so your chest presses against his. The movement buries him deeper inside you, and you have to bite his shoulder to keep from moaning. "Shh, it’s okay, sweetheart," he says loudly, his tone calm and soothing, directed at Mommy. "Our babygirl’s just having trouble sleeping again. I’ve got her."

Mommy blinks, her brow furrowing. "Again? Poor thing," her voice softens with concern. "You okay, honey?"

You nod against Daddy’s chest, unable to trust your voice. His cock twitches inside you, and you clench around him involuntarily, drawing a soft hiss from his lips. "She’s fine," he says, his voice steady despite the way he’s subtly rocking his hips, fucking you under the covers. "Just needs some cuddling. Go back to sleep, love."

Mommy yawns, seemingly satisfied, and rolls back over, pulling the duvet over her shoulder. The moment she’s settled, Daddy’s hands tighten on your hips, and he thrusts up harder, making you gasp. "It's okay baby." he whispers, lips brushing your ear. "Daddy's here now."

"Thank you, Daddy," you whimper, voice barely audible as you grind down on him, chasing a pleasure that's quickly spiraling out of control. The wet squelch of his cock sliding in and out of you seems loud in the quiet room, and you’re terrified Mommy will hear. But Daddy’s got you. He starts murmuring softly, his voice a low, soothing rumble. "It’s okay, babygirl. Daddy’s here. Just let go."

His words melt you, and you bury your face in his neck, muffling your moans as he fucks you faster, the bed barely moving thanks to his careful control. The covers hide the motion of your hips, the way your slick walls grip him, the obscene sounds of your bodies joining. Each thrust pushes you closer to the edge, and you’re trembling, nails raking down his chest as you fight to stay quiet.

"You're doing so good," he breathes, one hand sliding between you to rub your clit. The added sensation is too much, and you choke on a sob, your orgasm finally hitting you. Your pussy clenches hard around him, pulsing, and you bite his shoulder again, stifling the scream threatening to spill out. He groans softly, growing erratic as he chases his own release.

"Gonna cum, baby," he whispers, his voice strained. "Gonna fill you up. You want that, don’t you?"

"Yes, Daddy," you gasp, still shuddering from your climax. "Please."

He thrusts deep, holding himself there as he cums, his cock pulsing inside you. You feel the warmth of it, thick and hot. He’s careful, keeping his hips still to make sure none of it leaks out. Can’t have Mommy noticing, after all. His hand strokes your back, soothing you as you both catch your breath, his cock still buried inside you.

"My sweet little slut needs to be more careful." he admonishes you, before giving you a tender kiss on your forehead. "But I have to admit, I was impressed. That was bold."

You stay like that for a moment, curled against him, the afterglow wrapping you in a hazy warmth. Mommy’s soft snores fill the room again, oblivious to what just happened. Daddy shifts, pulling the covers tighter around you both, keeping you close. "You can stay here tonight," he whispers. "Cuddle with Daddy."

He scoffs. A sound of pity and possession. "Fucking idiot. My babygirl needs to be worshipped. He should have taken his time with you. He should have spread you open and used his tongue. He should have lapped you up until you were begging him to stop." His thumb brushes over your bottom lip. "Isn’t that right?"

All you can do is nod, your throat suddenly tight. You started this conversation to complain, but you both know where it always ends up. With him proving his point.

"Get up," he commands, his voice leaving no room for argument.

You get to your knees in front of him. He swings his legs off the couch and puts you between them. He pulls down your shorts with a frustrating slowness, his knuckles grazing your stomach. He keeps going, taking them down your hips, along with your panties, leaving you bare from the waist down.

"He probably didn’t even check if you were wet. He just saw a hole he wanted to fuck."

His fingers, warm and sure, part your folds. You’re already dripping for him. The shitty date, the frustration, it all just melts away into pure, simple need.

"See?" he says, showing you the slickness on his fingertips. "This is for me. Not for him."

He replaces his fingers with his mouth. It’s exactly what you were craving. There’s no frantic haste, just slow worship. His tongue traces lazy circles, lapping at your folds before finally finding your clit. He sucks it gently into his mouth, and you can't help but moan. This is what the idiot boy didn’t understand. It’s not a race. Daddy takes his time, listening to the way your breath changes when he swirls his tongue just so.

"Did he make you cum like this?" he asks, his voice a hot vibration against your most sensitive skin. "Did he hold your hips and drink you down until you were shaking?"

"No," you gasp out, your fingers tangling in his hair. You’re already close, so close.

He gives you one last, long lick, then pulls back, leaving you whining and desperate on the edge.

"Of course not," he says, standing up and yanking his own pants down. He’s thick and hard, and the sight of him makes your cunt clench. He knows what’s best. He knows exactly what you need.

"On your hands and knees. On the couch," he orders.

You obey without a thought, crawling onto the cushions and arching your back for him. You hear him behind you, feel the heat of his body before he even touches you. He presses the head of his cock against your entrance, slick with your wetness.

"He probably just shoved it in. No warning. Just pounded into you."

"Yes." you breathe, bracing yourself.

"Not me," he whispers, and then he pushes into you, slowly, stretching you, filling you inch by agonizing inch. You gasp as he bottoms out, completely possessing you. He stays still for a moment, letting you feel the sheer size of him.

"I’m going to fuck you right," he promises.

He starts slow. Not the selfish pumping of a boy trying to get off, but a powerful, claiming thrust that hits all the right places. With every push, he reminds you who you belong to.

"He didn’t fuck you like this." he grunts, his hand gripping your hip, his thumb pressing into the flesh. "He didn’t find that spot deep inside that makes your legs tremble."

"He didn't, Daddy," you moan, your voice strained. Your mind is going blank. There’s only the feeling of him filling you, the slap of his skin against yours, his voice in your ear, saying everything you need to hear.

"He didn’t pull your hair and tell you what a good little slut you are for taking his cock." He gives a sharp tug, and your head snaps back.

"No," you sob.

His pace quickens, his thrusts getting harder, faster, more brutal. He’s fucking all the frustration and disappointment out of you, replacing it with a raw, mindless pleasure. He knows your body. He knows when to slow down, when to speed up, when to slam into you so hard your vision whites out.

You feel your orgasm building, a tight, coiling knot deep in your belly. It’s coming fast. You’re going to fall apart for him.

"Cum for me. Show me how much better Daddy's cock is."

You feel him go rigid, his hips locked against yours. He drives into you, a final, deep thrust that seats him all the way against your cervix. You feel his cock begin to throb, a powerful pulse that signals he's about to break. Then the first hot jet of his release is flooding you. The feeling, the raw heat, the possession of it, that sends you over.

Your own orgasm follows, helpless, spasms that clench around him, milking every last drop. He groans, slumping against you before pulling out slowly and collapsing onto the couch beside you, pulling you into his arms. He wraps you up in the blanket, your naked, sticky bodies pressed together.

You rest your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow down. You feel safe. You feel owned. You feel so fucking good.

"See? You just need someone who knows what they're doing."

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.

“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. 

Leon stretches, bones and joints popping loudly. 

“Looking forward to that retirement, I’ll bet,” Jill jokes as she passes by him to sit at the desk behind Chris’. 

“Yeah, yeah,” he rolls his eyes and stands up from his desk chair. 

He usually works away from Chris’ desk, out on patrol alongside his owner, but after turning 40, they kept him pushing paper and training new pups. This new batch coming in has him excited, although he’d never admit it. It’s the very first litter he sired back when he was in the breeding program decades ago.

“Aww, aren’t they cute!” Rebecca coos as Chris brings in the new lineup of would-be police dogs.

Leon would roll his eyes, but he’s too busy cataloging each of the new pups. There are seven in all—five boys and two girls. Aside from the girl on the end, they’re all stoic and calm. She, on the other hand, keeps letting her emotions get the best of her—tail wagging happily before remembering to stay still. 

Leon has a really good feeling she won’t be cut out for police work. It sends a little pang of worry through his chest, but he squashes it down in favor of watching them. As they’re put through their paces, Leon keeps an eye out on the girl. Just to make sure she does what she’s told. 

Weeks fly by in this new routine. A few of the recruits are turning out not to be fit for police work. The girl is definitely too friendly and useless at trying to apprehend someone breaking the law. Another pup, a boy, is too hyper. He’s already broken through three harnesses and accidentally bit an officer. 

But still, five out of seven new police dogs isn’t anything to sneeze at; Leon’s proud the majority have what it takes, like himself. The boy’s already been adopted by Barry. His two daughters have been begging for a hybrid to play with after school, and with his energy, he’ll be a perfect fit. The girl, on the other hand, is much too sweet and soft. Leon’s been keeping an ear out for what they’re going to do with her. 

He’s taken a liking to the pup; she’s earnest and kind, something he doesn’t get to see every day. She’s started to hang around Chris’ desk with him when the recruits have free time. It could explain why Chris suddenly springs it on him that he’s taking her home at the end of the week. 

“She’s just not going to fit in here,” the dark haired man gestures to the empty office, “and I don’t want her going to a shelter to sit for god knows how long. You two get along, and this way you won’t be home alone when you retire next month.”

Leon scoffs, but secretly he’s extremely pleased about the new situation. His own little girl is getting to stay with him. He can teach her all the things she wouldn’t learn here, especially with him being gone. And she’s so sweet. He’s happy he can spend this time with her and not have to worry about the job. 

Friday rolls around, and you’re a ball of joy. Leon even finds himself smiling at your excited chattering while he leads you out to Chris’ vehicle. You grow quiet on the drive to your new home, but your tail wagging assures Leon that you’re happy. Chris helps you get settled into your new room, right next to Leon, and gives you a quick tour of the house as the dogman follows behind.

There are a few bumps in dealing with a new pup in his space, but Leon wouldn’t change it for anything. He’s looking forward to retirement just that much more. In the meantime, he shows you the ropes. Cuddling, playing, annoying Chris—you guys do it all together. You groom each other too, something Leon finds himself seeking out more and more. Lately, you’ve been smelling downright edible. 

He’s had to excuse himself from your cuddling before he gets too hard to hide it. You’ve also been extra clingy lately, practically gluing yourself to him at every chance you get. Leon calls it quits midweek, and as soon as Chris opens the front door, you’re pressed all along Leon’s side with a wide smile. 

“Congratulations!” You kiss his cheek, and he gets a whiff of something sweet and tart, making his mouth water. 

You usher him into the kitchen and throw out your hands, “Ta-da! I made your favorite!”

Grinning, he ruffles your ears, “Thanks, sweetheart.”

You bite your lip, ducking your head out of shyness, “Thanks, dad. I hope you like it.”

Picking up the fork, Leon takes a bite of the lemon cake. Sweet.. tangy.. soft.. moist. The errant thought that this is what your cunt might be like makes his eyes flutter closed with a groan. 

“It’s good?” Your eyes peer at him, ears perking up. 

“Delicious,” he pats your head, and your tail whips back and forth.

“Chris, you have to try some!” You call out, heading back into the living room. 

Leon takes a few more bites, mouth salivating at the taste. He needs to get his shit together. You bring Chris into the kitchen with you, and Leon watches him shower you with praise over the dessert. You become more and more flustered, and an ugly feeling of jealousy rears its head in his chest. 

“You okay?” 

With a start, Leon blinks, realizing a low growl has been building up in his chest. 

“Yeah, sorry, just thinking about something,” he clears his throat. “Well, I’m beat, so I’m going to take a shower and head to bed.”

“Oh, okay,” your ears droop, and it makes his heart hurt. 

“Did you need me?”

You pick at your nails, “Could we watch a movie together? I’m feeling kinda under the weather.”

Warm satisfaction suffuses him over your asking him and not Chris, “Sure, just meet me in my room once I finish showering.”

“Okay!” You smile brightly and hurry off to your room.

“I’m glad you guys are getting along,” Chris chuckles before stuffing another bite of cake into his mouth. 

“Don’t eat all of it,” Leon points to the dessert, “that’s technically for me.”

“It’s one slice,” Chris rolls his eyes. 

Leon’s nose twitches, and he waves his owner off, heading to the bathroom. After showering, Leon wraps his lower waist with a towel before realizing he didn’t bring a change of clothes. It’s a habit he’ll have to learn to break since you’ve moved in. Sighing to himself, he makes his way to his room, hoping you haven’t come in just yet. 

His hopes are dashed when he sees your wide-eyed look as you lay in bed. His sheets are gonna smell like you, and it makes his cock twitch. Pulling in a deep breath to calm himself, he nearly chokes as your sweet scent floods his nose. He knows he’s looking at you a little too heatedly.

“Sorry, I’ll get dressed.” He finally breaks eye contact and heads to his dresser. 

He throws on an old tee and slips on a pair of sweats under the towel before tossing it in the hamper. You scooch over to make room for him, and as soon as he’s lying back, you’re practically clambering on top of him. You throw one thigh over his legs, the heat of your cunt a hot brand against his leg. Burying your face against his chest, you nuzzle and scent your way up to his neck. 

“Dad,” you whine, “I feel sick.”

“Sick how?” He murmurs, trying to clear the fog in his brain as you subtly grind against him. “Have you been taking your meds?”

You shake your head no, pressing your nose against the pulse in his neck. 

“I ran out. Chris is s’posed to pick them up tomorrow,” you mumble, lips brushing against his skin and raising the hair on his neck. 

“Oh, baby,” he croons, cock chubbing in his sweats. “It’s heat sickness, my sweet pup.”

No wonder you’ve smelled so good lately. He grips your hips and helps you straddle his lap. 

“Take these off,” he snaps the band of your shorts, “gonna make my sweet girl feel better.”

Whimpering, you quickly slip off all your clothes until you’re sitting completely naked on his thighs. He pushes his sweats down just enough to free his hardening cock. 

Your tail thumps against his legs. “Smell so good, dad.”

“So do you, baby,” he helps you sit your chubby pussy on his cock, pressing the thick length against his abs. “Just rub against me.”

Nodding your head, you brace your hands on his forearms as they grip your hips. Whining, your pussy lips part around his cock, and you slowly rut against him, dragging your slick all along his fat dick. 

“That’s it, doing so good giving daddy a pussy job,” he groans, jerking you back and forth as you frot against him. 

Whining, you hump down against his cock, precum and slick smearing across your cunt until there’s a sticky mess between you both. Leon grunts, feeling his knot starting to form at the base of his dick. 

“Fuck, gonna make daddy pop his knot, baby,” he drops his head back as you moan loudly. 

“Want it, please dad, my pussy feels so empty,” you pull away, shiny strings of slick clinging to his cock. 

“Shh, shh,” he runs his palms up your thighs before bringing one hand back down to grip his cock. “I’ll give it to you, but you gotta be quiet for me, okay?”

“Okay,” you whisper, biting your lip when Leon slaps his cock against your pudgy clit. 

He uses his thumb to press the head down to guide it into your drooling hole. You both pant and sigh as you slowly sink your cunt down until you're flush with your dad’s hips. Leon’s eyes nearly cross from how tight you are, walls soft and wet as they squeeze his cock.

“So good, fuck, gonna knot you, sweetheart, knot this sweet little pussy,” he growls out, pulling out to shove you down onto the mattress. 

He manhandles you onto your stomach and yanks your hips up before fucking his cock back into you, bottoming out in your squelching heat. He sees you bite down on the pillow to muffle the cry that slips from your mouth. Your pussy flutters and grips his cock tightly, sucking him in until the tip kisses your cervix. Growling low, he roughly pumps his hips, slipping his cock in and out of your perfect pussy. 

“You’re perfect, fucking meant for me,” he leans forward to bite and kiss your neck, “fat pussy a perfect fit for my cock.”

“Dad, dad, feels so good,” you whimper brokenly, “want your knot, want your pups, daddy.”  

“Fuck,” he snarls against your ear, cock pistoning deeper into your greedy hole. “Cum for me, pup, and I’ll knot your wet pussy.”

He reaches underneath you to circle and pinch your swollen clit. You thrash and buck against him, mewling and gasping as he works you closer to your orgasm. His knot catches at your hole, and as soon as your back arches, your pussy cumming around his cock, he shoves his knot past your clenching hole and locks you together. 

“Dad!” You cry out, voice muffled from where you’re pressed into the sheets.

“Ohhh,” he lazily humps your ass, rutting his cock and knot deeper into your cunt, “so good, baby. You did so well for daddy.”

You hum happily, and he nuzzles against your neck, laying you both on your sides so you can rest comfortably.

“I’ll fill you up again later to keep you from getting sick,” he murmurs in your ear and groans when your pussy milks and pulses around his cock. 

“Thanks, dad.”