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No Hands | Leon x Fem!Reader | 🪦🕊️ MDNI

Pairing ❤ Leon x Fem!Reader

Tags | Warnings ❤ DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT! MDNI! Dad/Daughter incest, Throatfucking/Blowjob, Titsucking, Sugarbaby stuff lowkey, Reader is kinda mean and bratty to Leon

Summary ❤ All a girl needs is her annoying, pathetic Dad and a cute little summer vacay.

Wordcount ❤ 3048 Words

Anders yaps ❤ I managed to lock in again! I hope you enjoy :) Sorry I made you mean... Unedited again because idc lmao. Lmk if I missed a tag.

AO3 Link ❤

There’s bass rattling your bones and enough liquor in your system to turn your skin electric with the buzz you got going on. Your feet hurt from your heels, your thighs feel raw from rubbing against one another and you feel sweat roll down your back from dancing too hard deep within the dancefloor crowd.

Your phone buzzes and you sigh in annoyance.

Daddy <3 flashes on the screen and you drift away from your friends in the crowd without much notice, manicured finger to one ear and your phone pressed against your other as you try to find a quieter area.

It’s not until you reach the smoker’s deck that you can hear your Daddy’s deep voice rumble over the line.

“It’s 12:30, you told me you were gonna be home at 11, Sweetheart…”

Leon’s voice is an attempt at sounding stern and no nonsense and it makes you pout. You hated to disappoint Daddy but you were totally having too much fun to notice the time.

“I’m sorry Daddy,” Your voice is pitched up and sickly sweet and you hope he doesn’t pick up just how much you’re bullshitting, “I lost track of tiiiime, I’m on my way. Promise!”

You hang up before he can answer and you saunter your way out the club, shooting a quick text to your girlfriends, a simple ‘feeling sick ;(‘ so you don’t pull a total Irish goodbye.

The acrylic of your nail tippy-taps your phone while you book your Uber and your eyes would bug out at the surge prices if you weren’t such a daddy’s girl. That’s Leon’s problem.

Of course you sit in the back of the Uber, only giving the driver a tight lipped smile. Daddy said to never talk to strangers after all. So you make it clear you don’t wanna talk and you scroll your way through Instagram, head resting against the window.

Leon texts you a ‘?’ and you roll your eyes. Old men are so impatient.

You look your make up over in your camera app and touch up your lipstick as you get closer to the apartment.

Another text and you don’t bother to open this one. You just get out of the car and pat the roof goodbye.

All you can think is ‘Christ these heels hurt…’ and you imagine Leon’s thinking about calling about a missing person.

You dig through your purse for your keys, and you’re half tempted to hammer the door so Leon has to get up. But you have some sucking up to do so you best not push your luck.

Finally you find them, and you check your make up and hair one last time before you pull on a smile and let yourself in.

“Daddy? I’m home!”

He doesn’t respond. Shit.

You stalk your way through the apartment until you find him in the living room, trying to look casual in the big, plush recliner you convinced him to buy, his head buried in his phone. He clears his throat and looks up at you sheepishly so you play into it.

“Sorry I’m late! Gosh, the Uber took so long to get there!”

“I was worried…”

You flop down on the armrest and tangle your arms around his neck, “I’m sorry Daddy… I promise it won’t happen again…” You pout and rest your chin on top of his head, “My feet hurt so much from standing around for the Uber…”

He takes a deep breath and you worry for a moment if you’re too sweaty, but he says nothing.

“Do you want me to take your shoes off for you?”

You nod against him and give him a light squeeze, “Yes please, Daddy.” You don’t even wait to swing your legs up onto his lap. You make sure to dig a heel into his pyjama pants, dragging it across the fabric.

He clears his throat again and shifts on the spot. But he doesn’t complain, he just uses his fat fingers to undo the buckles of your heels. He used to drop them to the floor until you threatened to stop sucking his cock so they instead get placed (gently!) on the other armrest.

You don’t even have to tell him what you want and he’s already rubbing soft circles into your aching feet. You make sure to sigh softly for good measure.

Another squeeze and you make sure your tits smoosh against his face.

He shifts on the spot but like the overgrown baby he is, he nuzzles your chest. But he behaves and doesn't push your buttons, he doesn't demand and he doesn't whine.

He's the government's dog, not yours. Just your weak-willed Daddy with a fat wallet ready to spoil his precious little daughter.

His fingers start to knead further up your legs and you notice the empty glass sweating on the end table and you frown at the water rings, “Daddy were you drinking again…?” from your embrace you press a sharp nail against his neck like a warning. He just clears his throat and he stops massaging your calf and you’re sure he’s got that sheepish deer in the headlights look.

“I… I thought it’d be okay. You were with your little friends Baby…”

You groan and you push Leon away just enough that he scrambles to push himself back into you.

He angles himself in his chair and pushes his face into your tits as far as he can without cracking his back. His voice is desperate and muffled, “Please don’t be mad Baby. Daddy’ll make it up to you Sweetheart, promise.” You mull it over. You chew on his words slowly and think it over.

A vacation would be nice…

“I dunno, Dr Blake said you needed to watch out for your liver Daddy.”

You curl your finger along his neck, fishing for the prize catch.

He whines like the dog he is.

It makes your pussy throbs seeing how pathetic your dad is. You’ve heard all the stories but with you his spine may as well be overcooked spaghetti. His darling beautiful daughter, his treasure he calls you when he brags to just about everyone he knows.

But his cock has been in your mouth about a million times too many for either of you to be a cute father-daughter duo and he’s pumped way too many loads into you that you had to make sure you couldn’t have any of his little retard babies. Not even with how much he fantasises about your belly being heavy and your tits swollen and milky.

His mommy issues definitely outweigh your daddy issues. But like, that’s why you were made for each other. You just like to have fun with his money, it’s the candied cherry on top of the weird freak sundae that comprises your family.

“I wanna go to the beach.”

“Right now?”

You shake your head, all the concussions over the years have really done a number on him, “No, not right now. I wanna go on a vacation.” You hope you won’t have to say it all slower for him to understand.

Thankfully it clicks and he whispers a little ‘oh’. But he’s silent for a moment and it doesn’t bode well for the summer plans you’ve already started to build in your head.

“I don’t know if I can get the time off from work, you know how it is.”

With each passing word his voice gets softer and guiltier.

“I’ll let you suck my tits, how about that Daddy?” More silence and you can’t tell if it’s from him thinking it over slowly since his head doesn’t work too well these days apparently or if it’s not enough.

So of course you need to up the ante, right?

“I’ll blow you right now and I’ll fuck you on as many beaches as you want on vacation.”

That clicks rather fast and he’s nodding against your skin and pawing at the top of your dress like an animal.

“I wanna hear you say it Daddy.” Your voice is stern but he gives in like a good dog and pulls his face away just enough to speak.

“We’ll go anywhere you want Sweetheart, you just say the word and I’ll make it happen. Daddy promises.”

Can’t go giving your dad an ego, so you don’t praise him. You just pull your dress down, unleashing your tits and he dives right in. He searches for a nipple and he latches, sucking like he’s never eaten a day in his life, not that he will today either but that’s neither here nor there.

You slide a hand into his hair, bleached and a little too long for a man his age but he’s let slip a few times how insecure he feels about greying. It’s your turn now to rub soft little circles, nails gently grazing his scalp and you coo in his ear that he’s greedy.

Leon’s momma must have bottle-fed him from the get go and you muse that you have to pick up the slack now that he’s a 40-something with one of the worst cases of arrested development you’ve ever seen.

Your other hand sneaks between his legs, cupping at the cotton fabric.

Soft.

You frown and shoot a look at his empty glass again.

“Daddy’s got whiskey dick again,” You coo in that little sing-song voice you use to tease him, “How’s your baby s’posed to suck your cock if you’re too old to pop a boner, huh?”

He grazes his teeth against your nipple like it’s supposed to be some kind of warning.

“Y’know Dr Blake can prescribe something for this Daddy?”

He bites and you give his cock a squeeze that might be a little harder than intended. But he softens his bite and you give his dick a pat like he’s a good boy.

He pops off your tit to take a deep breath, panting softly and catching his breath. Leon’s fingers dig into the velvety fabric of the recliner before he dives right back in on your other tit, his tongue running over your nipple and he moans into your flesh.

You work your hand over the fabric of his pants in varying pressures but still there’s nothing. But you’re determined, you want your cute little summer vacay and by God you will get your cute little summer vacay.

You plunge your hand into pants, you cup at his balls, you wrap dainty little fingers around the shaft and try to stroke and nothing. You grumble, you whine and you sigh.

“Daddyyyyyy…”

You pout but he doesn’t even react. Too tit-drunk to hear.

You grip at the roots of his hair and yank Leon’s head back and he looks at you all dazed with saliva smeared across his swollen lips.

There’s devotion there, a certain kind of rapture that he can only feel with you and it’s glazed his eyes over. He matches your pout and you can really see the family resemblance. You tut at your father and part of you wants to spit in his face just to see his reaction but you know he’d just want to scrape it off and savour the taste.

“God you’re pathetic Leon.” Your words are cutting and he looks oh-so-hurt, like you stabbed his heart. But you flash a cheeky grin, showing off your pearly whites, “Just kidding Daddy! C’mon, don’t be a little bitch.”

“That’s- I- That wasn’t very nice Sweetheart…”

Too bad, so sad.

You untangle yourself from Leon and take post on the floor between his legs, resting your cheek against his thigh and mark your territory with smeared make up and body glitter left behind on the fabric when you move.

A souvenir for him that the laundry service is going to have fun trying to get out.

“I’ll make up for it, promise!”

Your hands fly to his hips, your nails dip past the elastic of the waistband. Leon swallows and looks down at you through his eyelashes. He lifts his hips like the good dog he is when you start to peel them down, lifting your head just so you can snap the fabric against his mid-thigh.

His cock lays against him limply, at least for the time being if you have any say about it.

With your palms flat against his thighs, you press a soft kiss to the velvety tip of his cock and you stare back up at him through your own lashes. You start to plant one kiss after another, leaving kiss marks over his pale flesh.

He wets his lips and you take it as a sign to suck one of his balls into your mouth, your eyes fluttering shut when you rise with a soft and wet pop, leaving a glossy sheen of spit when you do the same with the other, working over them nice and slow.

Finally there starts to be some signs of life and his dick starts to perk up, so you smile the best you can with a mouthful.

You pull back with a strand of spit tethers you to the balls you came from, only breaking when you flash him a catlike smile.

“Aw, not so old now, huh Daddy?”

His chest rises and falls quickly and there’s something he wants to say but Leon bites the words back. He swallows the urge to be a smartass. You part your stained lips and take the tip of his cock into your warm mouth, suckling ever so gently and running your tongue against the sensitive flesh. He sighs softly, his own lips parted and he’s got that silly look on his face.

Leon’s heartbeat thrums against your tongue and you take him a little deeper into your mouth. You bob your head leisurely and you give him a wink as his cock gradually starts to harden.

You push your head down as far as you can to take as much of him as you can and he lets out a soft moan when he starts to reach the beginnings of your throat. You hum around his growing cock, lingering for a couple seconds before you have to pull up and take a deep breath through your nose.

You flick your eyes down and see the smear of the remainder of your lipstick before you look back up at him and dive back down.

He can’t keep his hands to himself and he cups your cheeks, thumbs running gently over the apples of your cheeks.

“You’re so beautiful Sweetheart.”

You peacock from the compliment and bat your lashes at him, “My perfect Princess…” He’s laying on thick but it makes your cheeks turn pink and it spurs you on.

You can’t help but shut your eyes when you try to take him deeper with each dip of your head, the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat and you choke around his cock. But he lets out another soft moan so you take him nice and deep into your throat until your eyes sting and water.

You squeeze your eyes shut and try to fight back another choke but it’s no use and you pull back with a wet cough, saliva a sticky smear down your chin and a mess in his lips.

But Daddy didn’t raise no bitch, just a self-absorbed brat. So you dig your nails into his thighs like it’s some kind of advantage and you make an attempt to pace yourself better, tongue running against the length of his cock and you lose yourself in the steady rhythm of the pulse in his cock.

He runs his fingers through your hair, brushing errant locks from your sticky face. You feel like you probably look like a mess, you can feel the tears in your eyes start to unstick the glue of one of your false lashes and your lips start to feel raw and swollen and there’s already an ache in your jaw.

Daddy loves it but you hate to feel so… Not put together. But this about him, or more importantly your cute summer vacay. Daddy is just the bonus to it all.

The hand in your hand slips further back, fingers splayed out in a loose grip on your head, his own head lulls back and he curses softly. The grip tightens and you know what’s coming.

“I’m sorry Baby- I- I’m sorry. I love you so, so much Princess.”

His words are rushed as he slurs them out as fast as he can, his hips buck up and he fucks into your mouth. Groaning through gritted teeth and you focus on keeping your jaw slack and breathing slowly so you don’t choke or bite his cock.

There’s no real rhythm in Leon’s movements, it’s just nothing but desperation as he groans and apologises through gritted teeth. Mascara-laden tears run down your face and mingles with thick drool. You drag your nails down Leon’s legs, clawing at his skin leaving angry red streaks in your wake when he bucks his hips one final time, hand pushing your head down until the tip of your nose flattens against his pubic bone.

You feel the way he pulses deep in your mouth, cumming deep in your throat and it immediately makes a coughing fit wrack your body and it’s with a final choke, you slap your hand against his thigh a couple times and he frees you immediately and drops back into the recliner, breath ragged and he basks in the afterglow for a minute while you cough and splutter up spunk and spit.

You heave for breath and Leon starts to come around, slapping a hand on your back before rubbing it gently, the other hand rubs blackened tears from your face and he looks so fucking guilty it makes you glad.

“I’m sorry Sweetheart, Daddy got carried away…”

There’s that juvenile, sickly sweet tone and you regret not biting his cock off.

But the allure of your vacation is too great. So you cough again and flash him a forced and wobbly smile, “S’okay Daddy, I understand.”

Leon leans forward to press a kiss to your sweat-slicked forehead.

“How about I run my favourite girl a bath?”

Well… You won’t say no to that.

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