#dad leon

[chesue00]

will you draw more girl dad leon? 😭🙏🩷

You shall have more Girl Dad Leon💖

Sorry if this took a long while anon, I just checked my inbox recently 😭

[forgetminot]

It says your requests, and I’m in need of some Leon x reader angst where reader left leon while she was pregnant because of *alcoholism* and they meet again years later when the kid is like 4. Feel free to ignore 🥰

A Familiar Face

!Dad Leon Kennedy x gn reader

Warnings : Mentions of Leons alcohol addiction, dad leon?, reader is called 'mama' by their child, use of y/n once, angst.

Author's Note : I like this more than I thought I would so i might do a sneaky lil part two.

Summary : You get recognised by a familiar face while out shopping with your son.

"This one Mama."

"The green one?" You'd ask, smiling softly down at your son- he nods his head eagerly. "Okay, then." You reach up to the plastic toy boat and place the box in your shopping cart. You take your son's hand in yours while using your left hand to push the cart along and continue down the toy aisle.

"Ooo! This, Mama!" Your son pulls his hand from your grip as he rushes over to a small box on the lower shelves. "Look!" You frown slightly when he holds up the box and shake your head from side to side.

"I think you are still a bit too young for that, kiddo."

"Please!" He lifts the box up higher and points it at you. "Pew, Pew!"

"Put it back." You state sternly.

"I want it, let me have it!" He shrieks, crossing his arms as he glares up at you.

"Don't use that tone with me." You raise your brow, crossing your arms as you mimic your son. "Put it back." You repeat.

"Fine!" He places the toy gun back on the shelf with a thud.

"Good. Now follow me, we need some more juice." You say, holding your hand out towards your son.

"But- you said I could have another toy." He replies, curling his bottom lip.

"I said that before you threw a tantrum."

"I'm sorry Mama, please!" He pleads, you shake your head once more and take his hand in yours. "Mama!"

"No. I said no." He frowns, giving in as he follows you down the rest of the toy aisle and into the drinks one a few aisles across. You grab a few cartons of apple juice and place them into the cart as well as a carton of orange.

"Y/n?" You turn at the sound of your name, eyes widening from shock as you turn to face the man it came from.

"L-Leon?" You ask, yet you already know the answer; he hasn't changed at all, apart from a couple of new scars across his cheek. "I-" You stand speechless as you stare at the father of your son, who you haven't seen in four years.

"How are you?" He asks.

"I'm fine- good." You nod, the grip of your hand tightening around your sons slightly.

"Is-" He watches your son closely, eyes drifting across his small features.

"He's called Lee." You state shyly, Leon grins widely at his own nickname.

"He has your eyes."

"He does." Leon coughs quietly as the three of you stand awkwardly in the shopping aisle.

"You, uh." He looks up at you. "Didn't answer my letters, or my text."

"I didn't open them." You state bluntly. "Are you here to buy some more alcohol?" You mock.

"I haven't had a drink in three years." He replies. "I promised, remember."

"You promised a lot of times, Leon." You express plainly.

"Can we go somewhere, talk about this." He asks.

"I- I gave you so many chances." You sigh deeply.

"I know you did and I'm sorry. I really, really am." He looks down at your son sadly. "Please." He pleads.

"I-" You glance down as your hand is tugged on and look deeply into your sons wide eyes.

"Mama, who is this?" You crouch down to Lee's level and run your hand across his face gently.

"This is your dad, sweetheart." You reply, tucking a loose strand of hair behind his small ear. He looks puzzled at your answer. "I need to talk to him, Leon." You say as you look back up at the older man. He nods in understanding.

"I will call you, i will make everything right- I promise." He whispers gently.

You nod, "Okay."

[otakuworks]

Hiiii may I request a fem! Reader x husband! Leon where they watch their daughter play on the playground not until some small boy who creating paper rose and give it to her. The reader is in awe mode while Leon was in protective mode (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

❛ 𝐃𝐀𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄. oneshot

feat. Dad!Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader | wc. 0.9K

sum. dads are always protective to their daughters, leon is no exception.

note. leon be taking out his guns for this—

main m.list re m.list

The scene in front of Leon is more intimidating than any zombies he has fought in his life and this man has been long acquainted with them.

"How miserable I would be and my daughter if her father were to be thrown in jail for attempted homicide." Your satire quip earned you defeaning silence from the man, who merely watches the whole scene plays out, but his hands are undeniably twitching to click something dangerous.

"Your concerns are misplaced. And even if I'm guilty, the President would undoubtedly pardon me."

"Darling, you couldn't possibly be thinking of murdering an innocent boy."

A week ago, you had new neighbours settling in with their cute boy just a year older than your daughter, you took the initiative to warmly welcome them in the neighborhood with your daughter in tow. They were just as sweet as their son, who's a lot more vibrant than your daughter.

Her personality is a carbon copy of her father— quiet and observant. Though it wasn't a hindrance for her to make friends, she just doesn't have the initiative. You're partially glad the boy is unwittingly helping your daughter to socialize more.

"He gave her roses. Those things could be dangerous." He refuted.

"Paper roses, Leon. Are you afraid of our daughter getting a paper cut?" You deadpanned.

"He could be dangerous."

"How could you say that to a cute boy?" Out of disbelief, you gesture your hand as if emphasizing the innocent display of friendship between younglings.

He raises an eyebrow. "Back in Spain, there was a time I had a young boy as my enemy. Believe me when I say he was far from cute."

You cross your arms, glaring indignantly. "And believe when I say he's harmless."

Leon sighs and glances at you, inquisitive. "You seem to be familiar with that boy."

"Duh, he's our neighbor's son. Which explains why he and our daughter will get along just fine."

A flash of emotion passed his eyes, he hummed. "...Makes it easier for me to—"

"Dad! Dad!"

His girl came running with the paper roses, the wide grin on her lips makes it seem like it's impossible to turn upside down. Even in your peripheral vision, Leon's rugged look softened drastically at the sight alone. Murder plan? Gone.

He bend down to pick her up in his arms. "What is it, sweetcheeks?"

"Look! Caelus gave me roses as thank you gift from the cookies last time."

"Cookies?" He blinked.

She nodded, revealing her uneven teeth as she presents the paper roses. "Me and mom went to them and gave them cookies."

"As what a good neighbor does." You added, giving Leon a pointed look. "Did you say thank you to Caelus, sweetie?"

"Yep! Ohh... Mom, let's introduce Dad to him!" Her face brightened significantly as she wiggles out of her father's hold and came running back to her friend, who's waving at you as a greeting.

As you wave back to the young boy, Leon stood there dumbstruck. "She hasn't even come of age yet I feel like I'm meeting her boyfriend." He murmured to himself.

You elbowed him. "Oh, come on. Are you not happy with our daughter having friends?"

"I am, and I'm not against it. But why does he have to give her roses of all things?" He seems exasperated at the idea.

"Do you prefer a Boquet?"

"No, I..." He sighs, clearly exasperated.

You merely rolled your eyes. When you first met him, he gave you the impression of a strong and unwavering man, undeterred by any distrubances. Yet here you are, a sole witness of a possible murder.

"Dad, meet Caelus! Caelus, meet my Dad!"

The said boy beamed at Leon despite being unsure how to approach an unapproachable looking guy like him. "Hello, it's nice to meet you."

Leon looked hesitant but mirrored the greeting with half assed enthusiasm. "Be kind to the child, Leon. Or you're sleeping on the couch." You whispered with a tight smile.

"Not the couch." His satire response has you slapping his arm jokingly.

©otakuworks | 2024

[magma-frog0]

Paperwork- Dad!Leon x Reader

Fluff!

You were making dinner when Leon got home, your four year old daughter was coloring at the table as kids her age do. He went up to change and shower before dinner as you finished up. But when you look back at the table to get your daughter ready for dinner she wasn’t at the table.

Panic flashed through you for a moment and you went to look for her. You looked around and saw Leon’s study was open, more panic went through your body as you walked into his study. You saw her sitting at her daddy’s desk drawing and scribbling on his government documents.

“Mama look! I did daddy’s work.” She shows you the paper with a her big toothy smile.

Apart of you thought it was adorable but another part of you knew those papers were extremely important to Leon. You quickly picked up your daughter and took the paper, it was covered in hearts, stars, and smiley faces. She even wrote her name on it. It melted your heart but you had to at least try and fix this. “Oh honey no, these papers are extremely important to daddy-“ You speak but hear Leon’s voice behind you.

“What’s extremely important to me?” He asks and you turn around of course with your daughter on your hip and the paper in hand. He takes the paper and sees the drawings and writing on it, he cracks a smile and looks at his baby. “Oh would you look at that, you did daddy’s work. How sweet!” He picks up your daughter and spins her around like a princess.

“Wait you’re not mad?” You ask almost confused, you knew those papers were important to his job. So why was he being so laid back about the situation?

“Honey, you really think I only have one copy? I have at least three copies of this paper and one document on my computer. It’s fine.” He smiles and kisses his daughter on the cheek. “Daddy’ll get it framed and it’ll be on his desk forever, how ‘bout that?” He asks and gives your daughter a kiss on the nose.

She giggles and gives him a kiss on the cheek. “I wrote my name on it see!” She said excitedly and pointed to her name, she had just learned how to write it and she wanted him to see.

“Well of course I do! Look at that!” He says with an happy expression and puts the paper on his desk. “How ‘bout you go help mama set up the table while I find a safe place for this?” He asks and your daughter nods her head.

“Okay daddy!” She saids and tugs your hand. “Come on mama I want to help you too!” She says with a smile and you laugh softly.

“Okay baby let’s go.” You say and bring her to the dining room as you and her set the table together.

[fictionalslvr]

Thinking about Dad!Leon. He would be the best dad ever, that's for sure. (Just a ramble before a whole new writing, hope you guys enjoy.)

If the kid is a boy, he would be happy, but he would deeply worried. Teaching him to be a great man in the future may be hard, but he'll try his best to show him how to respect woman and give them what they deserve. But, if the kid is a girl, he would surely become her best friend AND best dad. The girl want to apply makeup on him? He's on it. She wants him to dress up as a little princess? Don't say twice. She wants him to play pretend and let her paint his nails? Of course, he loves doing his nails anyways.

Sometimes, you would catch a glimpse while walking through the corridors. The girl's door open as you see your husband sitting on the carpet floor, he's turned to her with his eyes closed as she does makeup on him. Deciding to watch more, you lean yourself on the door, not making a sound. Leon would have a bright red lipstick on his lips, a neon blue eye and cheeks more pink than anything. When the girl finishes, she's proud of her job, and Leon can only encourage her.

—"Now let me see." As she gives him her little pink mirror, he see his face and can't contain a smile. —"Oh my God! I look amazing, girl!"

And you can't help but giggle, the scene of your husband talking with high pitched voice is not what you expected. Your giggle calls their attention and Leon turns to see you, a bit embarrassed, but not regretting.

—"The great agent Leon S. Kennedy with this kind of makeup...i must say, you're amazing, darling." He notices your teasing and can only chuckle along, the little girl grining ear to ear with you both.

Yeah, he would be the best dad and the best husband you could ask for.

[that-sarcastic-writer]

Okay uh... who wants to see dad leon have a conversation with Izzy about him being friends with miss teacher cuz he's literally been down bad for her since day one and he totally wants his 2 girls to bond and Izzy is like I knew it! And leon is like how?? And the lil shit is like you look at her funny. And leon is just baffled.

Me I want to see it

[thatonepersonguy]

Currently trying to prep for serennedy week 💔

[barleyo]

678-999-8212.

Real Dad! Leon Kennedy X F! Reader (smut)

A/N: part two for my last fic!! ermmmm once again ily if you know the title's reference :3 this is a short addition too but idk i don't think part one required a super long part two! please read the tags, leon is mean in this one :c

Part One: here

Tags: incest (daddy-daughter), age gap (21-50s), degradation, choking, hate-sex, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, non-con, striking/smacking of the face, alcohol mention

Wordcount: 1k

Leon had never driven this fast before. To hell with every red light in his way, he needed to get home. Foot sat firmly on the gas pedal, inching further and faster the more he thought about the series of events that led him here. 

His daughter was an absolute slut. How many men had you 'entertained' like that before? How many filthy calls had you made to men who were possibly even older than himself? More than that— how had he fallen into your trap? 

He made a silent promise to himself to put the bottle down, seeing as it left him in that situation. A promise that was an empty one, but it offered him solace in the moment as he pulled into his driveway. 

Leon's feet struggled against the pavement. He was still unbearably drunk and dizzy, now with added anger and unfounded horniness. He felt gross, disgusted by the erection popping in his slacks, but he couldn't help it. He was fathering a damn siren, and god did you know what you were doing. Your sickening voice, overly sweet moans, and your slick and noisy cunt that cried for him over the phone. It was all too much.

"You fucking slut!"

Leon had never been a rough dad. He wasn't a yeller, not one for heavy discipline. After his unfortunate discovery about you, though? He was quick to slam the front door shut and run up the stairs, feet clashing against each step with a violent speed. 

Whatever you had been watching on your television was quickly shut off when you heard his tone. You scampered under your blankets and feigned sleep. You had zero clue what he was on about, but you knew it would turn ugly just by the sheer anger in his voice. He couldn't yell at a sleeping beauty like you, could he? 

Yes, obviously he could and would. Stubborn old man.

"I know you aren't asleep," Leon spat, ripping the covers off of you. You stayed still, breath pausing in your chest. "Don't act innocent, brat."

Fine, so there was no escaping this. Damn it, what was this all about?

You begrudgingly relented and opened your eyes. Arms crossed defensively over your chest, an equal mix of fear and discomfort on your face as you scanned over your dad. 

You took in everything about him. His eyebrows were drawn together. His jaw was clenched tight enough that you thought it could pop at any minute. Fists balled up at his sides. Eyes dark. Dick hard— oh. Oh?

"You wanna tell me what you were doing earlier? Any specific calls y'made?" 

"Say it."

You had never heard your father speak so roughly, and anything close to the tone he used was never directed towards you. You were his sweet girl, daddy's baby forever. Now, though, each slam of his hips into yours made you feel like a cheap whore. 

"It's not true," you said. "I'm not a slut! I'm not, I promise."

You felt his large hand's grip over your neck tighten. Tears were threatening to spill, to run down your red, stinging cheek where the mark of his hand was freshly placed. You held it in. Daddy told you not to cry, that you had no right to. 

"Was just a mistake. I'm sorry!"

"Yeah, real convincing." Leon sneered down at you. It stung more than the unrelenting thrusts, more than the way his palm met your cheek. He never looked at you like that, like you were nothing. You wanted it to stop. "I didn't raise you to be a whore. You think you're fuckin' grown, huh? Showing off for whoever rings you up like some call-center bitch?"

You wanted to kick and cry, but the words stopped in your chest. Shameful wails sprouted from you. It was all true, every word he said.

"I just wanted attention," you were finally able to make out, despite the ever firmness of his hand around your throat. "I'm sorry, I'll never do it again. Promise."

Deep down, Leon felt awful for treating you like this. He tried to reason with himself. You needed to learn. How could you learn from a 'mistake,' as you called it, without a proper punishment? He was doing the right thing. He was sure of it. He couldn't have a whore-daughter, at least not such a shameless one. 

"Yeah? How's it feel now? You're getting all the attention you want now. Not enough for you, greedy bitch?"

Thankfully for you, he released you from the chokehold he had you in. He internally winced at the already forming bruise he left. His hands found your lower stomach and he pushed down. Hard. 

"There you go. Feel every bit of my cock."

God, he was so mean. His head knocked into your cervix roughly, no regard for your pleasure. It hurt, but the friction of his girthy cock dragging against your abused walls helped a little. 

Small flutters of pleasure peaked through the rough treatment, making it semi-worth it. Maybe if you came, if you focused real hard on getting over the edge, then maybe you could forget his awful words.

He wasn't nearly that nice, though. He kept grumbling under his breath, spitting out vile insults about you. Even as his voice cracked, he couldn't help but let his hips stutter forwards into you, whispering the harshest things. 

With a final, especially rough thrust, he came. He didn't bother to pull out, he didn't even try. Rather, he burrowed further into your sore walls and marked you with his seed, claiming you like the territory you were. 

As you tried to pull away, feeling utterly used and unsatisfied, you felt his strong arms yank you back. 

"Where do you think you're going?" 

His face softened a little. Good, at least he wasn't scowling at you any more. 

"We aren't done...?"

"Not even close." He pushed your legs back, resting them over his shoulders. "Whores don't get breaks. We aren't done until I'm good and fucking satisfied."

He leaned down, dipping his head so he could spit. He watched the dribble of saliva coat your hole. 

"If you aren't gonna be my good girl anymore, the least you could do is put out."

[poolparty13]

Leon goes through a hockey card pack in search of his card. Lots of funny commentary throughout

[priscilladawn]

Unpopular opinion; I don’t think Leon Kennedy would be a perfect dad. I’m not saying he wouldn’t be a good one! He just wouldn’t be perfect not that anyone is or like most other dads.

At the start of your relationship, it’s very clear he isn’t the biggest on having kids, especially not after raccoon city. But once he met and married you and the two of you started taking things more seriously, he gave you two beautiful little angels! A cute little baby girl, and a couple years later, a little baby boy.

Sure, Leon did his fatherly duties as expected. Waking up in the middle of the night mostly because his insomnia kept him up to soothe and change those stinky diapers, awkwardly play with them whilst you cleaned the house and cooked dinner, cuddling them every so often while he watched TV. He was a good father, just not the best. As they grew, he tried his best to be at every event he could, yet it proved to be a challenge with his never ending schedule.

He and his daughter have had their fair share of arguments over teenage things. Not letting her go to parties, or go out with some boy. He’s subtly affectionate with his children—having their silly drawings in his wallet, hearing them say they like a snack and suddenly selling out the entire store of that snack, knocking on their bedroom door with bags filled to the brim of Trader Joe’s chili & lime chips.

Leon isn’t the most perfect dad, yet he tries his hardest. It isn’t easy, especially after raccoon city, but he tries, and his kids know that. He tries hard both for you, and for his babies. But when no one’s looking, and everyone’s asleep, and his insomnia won’t leave him alone…He slips from your familiar comforting grasp and sneaks down the hallway into each of his kiddos room, pressing a soft kiss to their temple, letting them secretly know that daddy loves them, even if he doesn’t say it as much as he should.

Full credit to @rigorwhoring for this idea and inspo! <3

[forgetminot]

Hello! I saw another parent! Leon and was wondering if you could do one where his son (Preferably) chose to be an agent like their father? Please don't feel pressured to do it! Have a great day/night!!

Safe And Sound.

❀ !Parent Leon Kennedy x !gn reader ❀

Warnings : Lil bit of angst, time jump, fluff, dad Leon.

Author's Note : I hope you enjoy! I wrote both Leon's reaction and them returning home from their first mission. Also I'm sorry it's so short, I've not been feeling the best recently.

Summary : Leon isn't sure how he feels about his son following in his footsteps.

One of Leon's worst fears had always been putting his family in danger, whether it was something from his past creeping up on you all or a new bio weapon threat emerging, his number one priority was keeping you safe.

So, when your son decided to follow in his fathers footsteps; let's just say it didn't go down so well at first.

"You what?!"

"I told you not to get mad!" Your son argued, his arms crossed tightly against his chest as he glared at his father.

"You know I didn't want you anywhere near this kind of life!" You frown as you watch both your husband and son bicker back and forth.

"That's pretty damn hard when you get us all stuck in it!' Leon's face drops as he hears son's statement.

"That's enough, both of you." You insist, turning to face your son. "You know how dangerous your fathers job is and you also know how hard he tries to keep you safe." You state, pointing a finger. "But if that's what you want to do, we can't stop you."

"What?" Leon hisses.

"He's 18, Lee." You sigh. "You know this is not our choice to make." You take a seat beside your son as you look at him calmly "Are you confident, that this is what you want?" You question and he nods.

"I'm sure."

"Okay." You whisper.

----

It takes a while for Leon to come around and accept his son's choice and even now; he's still not completely sure if he's okay with it, hell, neither are you.

Watching as both the men you love most in the world leave to fight another battle, another war- it breaks your heart every time and that same fear appears deep in your stomach that it may be the last time you ever see them.

You sigh deeply as you wait, foot tapping impatiently on the wooden floor beneath you. You hear the engine of the car as it pulls into the driveway and the slam of both doors and you stand quickly, rushing to the front door.

They look like a mess, covered head to toe in cuts and bruises, same as every other time Leon has come home from a mission. You pull them both in against you, holding onto them tightly as their bags drop to their feet.

"I'm so happy to see you." You whisper as Leon places a soft kiss against your forehead.

"No need to worry, he's a better shot than I am." Leon jokes as he motions towards your son.

"I learnt from the best." He replies with a wide smile across his face.

"You did." You state as you take Leon's hand in yours. "How was it?" You ask.

"Nothing too crazy, I made sure Hunnigan didn't throw him in the deep end." Leon states. "We managed."

"Good. I'm glad you're home safe."

"Wouldn't plan on it any other way." Leon grins.

[egophiliac]

LEON

LEON YOUR EYEBALLS

[magma-frog0]

Every time you ask Leon to go to the gas station to pick up something small or to fill the car with gas he’d bring your daughter with him. He’d have her in the back in her car seat and they’d be driving, Leon has his sunglasses on and his leather jacket while his little girl matched him.

“Daddy can you play my song?” She asks kicking her feet happily.

He’ll stifle a laugh and nod his head. “Of course princess.” He says and turns on the radio, “How You Remind Me,” by NickelBack blaring from the speakers. “This one?” He asks and sees her smile.

“Yes!!” She’ll yell and they’d both start yelling the lyrics as they go to the gas station.

Of course he’d reward his little girl with a bug juice every time they go to the gas station.

[eerizon]

in another life, maybe.

+ the kiddos

a timeline where they actually work things out and get therapy and are just happy.

[lipglossanon]

October 29th

Kink: Spanking

Pairing: Best friend’s dad!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, spanking, age gap (reader is early 20’s with Leon being early 40’s), teasing, degradation, name calling, kissing, fingering, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, cheating

not proofread

The Kennedy’s live in a cul-de-sac so there’s always a ton of trick or treaters on Halloween. Your friend, Kirsty, invited you over to help hand out candy. That was the plan. Unfortunately, her boyfriend got caught up in some mess and she has to leave to go bail him out. 

It’s why you’re now hanging out in an empty house wearing a fairly modest Freddy Krueger costume. Nothing to give parents a heart attack when you open the door to drop candy into their kiddos’ little plastic jack o’lanterns; but, you have enough leg showing that it’s not exactly subtle either. 

It must be why Mr. Kennedy is giving you the side eye when he strolls in off of work. You’re relaxing on the couch, candy bowl nearly empty on the table in front of you, when he sits down with a spare cushion between you. 

“You two haven’t left yet?”

You close your phone and turn your attention to him. It would be a lie to say you’ve never thought your friend’s dad was hot, but he’s never looked at you twice so it’s just something you’ve kept to yourself. However, now, his eyes linger on your legs, drifting up to your thighs then your breasts—lingering on your cleavage until he flicks his blue eyes up to your face. 

It all happens in the span of a couple of seconds, but it feels like a lifetime. The spit in your mouth dries up when you finally lock eyes. 

Clearing your throat, your nerves get the best of you, “N-no, uhm, Kirsty actually—she left. To pick up her boyfriend.”

He hums, relaxing a little into the couch and spreading his legs. Your eyes are drawn to the movement and you can see the outline off his cock. 

“It’s impolite to stare, honey. Don’t you have any manners?”

“Sorry, Mr. Kennedy.”

He grins and it makes your heart race. 

“I-I should probably get going,” you fidget with the hem of your dress, realizing exactly how short it is. “I don’t want to intrude.”

“Aww honey, that’s just rude,” he narrows his eyes.

This draws you up short and your brows pinch together in confusion, “Rude how?”

“You’re not even going to wait on my daughter to get home before leaving?”

You give a minute shake of your head, “She’ll understand.”

He clicks his tongue, a hot palm coming down on your thigh and making you jump. 

“I don’t think so, you can sit right here until she gets back. Keep me company.”

Biting your bottom lip, your clit throbs at his rough tone. 

“I think I should go,” you murmur, eyes dropping back down to his half hard cock. 

“Such a misbehaving girl,” he sighs out before shifting closer to you. “Guess I’ll need to rectify that.”

You gasp in surprise when he grabs your biceps and manhandles you facedown over his lap. Your dress rides up with the movement, showing off the cute panties you wore tonight. His palm comes down on your ass and you yelp like a struck dog. 

“Now, are you going to behave?” He asks, voice rich and deep, making you press the dough of your thighs together. 

Gathering up what little awareness you have, you mewl, “Yes, yes, I-I will.”

He chuckles, but doesn’t say anything. He rains slaps across your ass, spanking each cheek in the same spot until the sharp stings turn into a dull burn. After the first few, you can’t hold back your gasps and whines. Slick drools from your cunt and embarrassment burns hot in your belly. 

You can feel Mr. Kennedy’s chubbed cock underneath your pelvis and it makes your mouth water. Losing count of his slaps, you only notice he stops when his hand cups your pussy from behind.

“I don’t think my lesson’s sinking in, sweetheart,” he mocks, fingers drumming against your panty covered slit. “Think I need to go a bit further, really drive the point home.”

As the word drive leaves his lips, he presses his fingers into your hole, panties stretching uncomfortably as he pushes the fabric into your clenching heat. He chuckles, mean and low, grinding his digits in until you’re whining and shifting in his lap. 

“Please,” you moan. “I’ll behave, sir.”

He groans and pulls back his hand to slap the wet gusset of your panties, “There we go, knew that sweet mouth of yours knew some manners.”

He wrenches your panties down and off, digits going back to press into your drooling hole. Spreading your legs as much as you can, you whine when he roughly finger fucks your pussy.  Growling, he slides them out, fingers wet where he grips your hips and wrangles you back onto your front. Guiding your movement, he situates you until you’re seated over his legs. 

“Gonna fuck your wet pussy, honey,” he grunts, unbuckling and unzipping his slacks before pulling his cock free. “Show that little hole who’s in charge.”

Your eyes flutter when he slaps his cock down onto your clit, a quick plap plap plap that has his tip drooling precum on your swollen bud. Moaning, you angle your hips and slide yourself down on his cock, pussy walls stretching around his thick length.

“Anyone could walk in and see me stuffing this slutty pussy,” he laughs in your ear. “Such a little home wrecker.” 

Your cunt clamps down on his cock, clit pulsing from his words. Tucking your face into his shoulder, your body feels hot all over. His hands slip under your dress to grab fistfuls of your ass, skin stinging at the contact. 

“C’mon be a good cocksleeve,” he croons nastily. “Work that fat pussy up and down my cock.”

Mewling, you slowly begin to bounce on his lap, fucking yourself on his dick. It doesn’t take long until you’re moaning and panting, riding his cock hard and fast, your hand shifting down between your bodies so you can rub your clit. 

“Yeah, that’s a good girl, make yourself cum for me,” he groans, head leaning back against the couch so he can watch more easily. “Rub that slippery little clit, honey.”

“Mr. Kennedy,” you moan, thighs burning from the constant motion while your pussy flutters and grips onto his cock. 

With his free hand, he yanks the neck of your shirt down until your breasts spill out for his greedy eyes. 

“God, look at those fucking tits,” his cock flexes inside your puffy cunt. “Fuck, keep working my cock cause I’m about to shoot a thick load in this soft little pussy.”

Arousal is a steady thrum in your body, cunt slick and greedy as you ride your best friend’s dad on their family couch. Your fingers quicken on your clit, pussy humping down on his cock faster and faster. Leaning forward, he begins to taste your nipples, sucking and licking the stiff buds with a loud groan. 

It’s enough to push you over the edge, climax whiting out your brain as you cry out. You sit heavily in his lap, cock buried to the hilt in your snug pussy, milking and clenching down on his fat length. 

“God that’s it, take it, fuck gonna creampie your sweet little hole,” he pants, rutting up into you until he spills his load with a grunt. 

Hot spurts of cum fill your pussy to the brim, slowly leaking out around his cock. Shivering, you rock your hips back and forth, the aftershocks of your orgasm zapping through your body. Pulling you in close, he kisses you messily, tongue licking past your slack lips until you’re kissing back just as eagerly. 

You sit in Mr. Kennedy’s lap, his cock half hard inside your sore pussy, while you makeout on the couch. His hands run all over your body, grabbing your ass and hips before running his thumbs across your nipples only to repeat the process over and over again. It has you squirming against him, body keyed up and turned on, until he’s fucking up into you again. 

“Fucking slut,” he rumbles against your mouth, cock squelching with every thrust in and out of your pussy. “You’re making me cum in you again. What a selfish girl.”

Mind blissed out, you only hum in response, kissing him again while he groans into your mouth. This time the sex is quick and dirty, both of you so sensitive that you each cum within seconds of the other. Your pussy milks another load from his throbbing cock, his balls flexing as he pumps more cum into your overly stuffed hole. 

“God, breeding a tight little pussy never gets old,” he sighs, head flopping back onto the couch. “Gonna keep me company the rest of the night.”

“Yes sir, Mr. Kennedy,” you nuzzle into his neck and he slaps your ass gently. 

“Good girl.”

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