#his mom didn’t want a bite ✌️

[nburkhardt]

Somebody loves you, you got a friend (part 4)

Part 1, part 2, part 3

Please don’t look too closely at things if it doesn’t make sense…ignore it hahaha. (I edited it and tried keeping to a timeline, but I think screwed up somewhere lol)

Telling Eddie is terrifying.

Steve’s little over a month along, his doctor said something about seven weeks? Maybe eight? He’s not entirely sure to be honest and he’s getting off track right now.

He’s pregnant with Eddie’s baby and he’s currently standing on the stairs of a trailer, specifically, Eddie’s home. He’s nervous and scared, because this is huge and they’ve only been dating for two months. The ultrasound picture in his back pocket is burning a hole and he has to remind himself of his mom’s words.

“You’ll be okay, even if Eddie doesn’t stay”

But god, he wants Eddie to stay.

The door is pulled open and the alpha is all smiles, “Stevie! What a surprise-“ the smile fades a little as Eddie sniffs, “what’s wrong?”

“Can- can I come in?”

Eddie wordlessly moved aside, letting him in before closing the door and he feels eyes on him as he paces. “Stevie, what’s going on?”

He stops and simply pulls out the picture, “um, so, I’ve felt like shit for the last few weeks and my mom had me take this- well- um,”

Steve will be the first to admit; his way with words is absolute shit.

Eddie’s mouth drops as he finally sees the picture. It’s still only a blob, even just looking at the picture he, Steve, can still hear the heartbeat.

The silence is suffocating and they’re still only standing in front of the door, Eddie’s holding the picture in his hands and Steve is biting his bottom lip and shoving his hands in his pockets, then without much thought just blurts out “I’m keeping it”

Eddie just nods and Steve can’t tell if it’s a good nod or a bad nod. But at least he wasn’t thrown out.

“I can- can I?” The alpha mumbles out and looks up at him, he has tears in his eyes, “are- are we okay?”

He doesn’t know what’s been asked, but with the phantom heartbeat beating in his ears and Eddie looking like he does- Steve just moves and wraps his arms around the alpha.

“We- we’re okay. As- as long as you don’t hate me for being a dumbass and not being on birth control”

Eddie’s arms are tight around him and he feels his lips against his temple as a laugh bubbles out of him.

“I think, it’s not just your fault here, Stevie”

~ ~ ~

Telling Eddie’s Uncle Wayne is a whole lot easier than telling his own dad.

Luckily his dad is too afraid of his mom to do anything to him and luckily Eddie’s uncle is a man of little words.

“You both made a mistake,” the older alpha told them, “everything will be okay, I’ll help you both”

And that’s that, from Wayne at least.

His dad, looks at the picture as if it personally offended him, then promptly decides to leave. He doesn’t even yell and doesn’t say all the things Steve isn’t supposed to know about his mom. He packs his stuff, saying “You’ll have everything you need, but I’m leaving”

And once he’s gone?

They technically celebrate. Even though his father just walked out on them all because his son is pregnant at sixteen. He doesn’t want to know how he would’ve reacted if he knew the baby’s father.

His mom is laughing and crying. She has a glass of wine, her hands are shaking. For once he can’t tell how she’s actually feeling. All he knows, her scent filling the room is an odd mix of happiness and sadness.

“Oh Steve, I didn’t-“ she looks sad, but somehow happy, “Baby, him leaving is a good thing. I’m just, overwhelmed. He was,” she shakes her head and grabs his hand to squeeze it, “he wasn’t nice, I should’ve known and should’ve left him a while ago, you’re the only good thing he’s even done to me. I’m sorry I allowed him to be so, so hurtful to you”

He’s going to blame the crying on that he’s pregnant. Even with how much he loves his mom, how much they get along- hearing her apology meant so much.

———

I hope everything seems in line, I’ve been going back and forth on my wording. Tbh it’s probably all over the place still. Anyway, yay Eddie didn’t freak out 🥳 well I mean, he did but he didn’t? Hahaha

Next time we’re going to school AND the CC boys make an appearance ❤️

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[lipglossanon]

Don’t Cha Stop

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Dark Stepdad!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

For all those who were looking for more dark Leon stepdad 🫣

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, DARK CONTENT, stepcest, non con (although reader is starting to like it), gaslighting, oral (f and m receiving), threats of bodily harm, slapping, knife play, choking, unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampie, daddy kink, pregnancy kink, mommy kink, mentions of lactation kink, thoughts on killing someone, creampie

not proofread ✌️

Title from Don’t Cha Stop by The Cars

part i

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Three days. It’s been three days of being trapped in bed, Leon fucking you stupid every second he gets. You’re so sore that it hurts to move. Leon left this morning and you took the chance to sleep as much as you could. Now, you’re hobbling into the bathroom and looking at yourself in the mirror. 

A mess is all you can see. You’re covered in dried fluids, your nipples are puffy, and your cunt is swollen and tender. Tears spring to your eyes, as you take in the horrible bite marks on your thighs and breasts. Luckily, Leon didn’t break the skin but they still look pretty rough. 

Shuttering your gaze, you turn and step into the shower stall; you get the water as hot as you can stand and let it wash away your tears and transgressions. If Leon is still gone by the time you get out, you plan on finding your phone and calling your mom. Your relationship with her hasn’t ever been that close, especially after the divorce, but you ache to have her home with you now. 

You gently wash your body, being mindful of the really sore spots Leon left behind. Gingerly, you clean off your thighs and pussy, still dripping with Leon’s cum since he made sure to fill you up before he left. You shiver, clit pulsing with heat just thinking of how good he made you feel, cumming over and over until you couldn’t even think anymore. 

You hate yourself for enjoying it so much; anytime he’s near you now, you’re wet and achy, needing him to touch you. He indulges you every. single. time. It’s gotten to the point he doesn’t even coerce you into asking for it, you instigate it. You beg for him to eat you out. You beg for him to make you cum on his cock. You’re the one begging for him to breed your pussy until you’re so full of cum it’s gushing from your hole. 

More tears slip from your eyes, feeling yourself get wet at just the thought of Leon. He keeps whispering poisoned praise into your ear, telling you how pretty you are, how good you’ve been for him, how important you are, and how badly he wants to take care of you. He’s even talked you into a couple of orgasms; whispering about how wet your pussy gets for him, how tight and perfect you are, how excited he is to breed your cunt until it takes. 

Shivering, you open your eyes to the tiled shower wall. You’re leaking slick down your thighs and your clit is throbbing to be touched. Disgusted at yourself, you ignore it and turn off the shower. You step out into the steamy bathroom, quickly grabbing a towel from the rack to dry off then wrapping it around your body. 

Walking back into the bedroom, you stop when you see Leon sitting on the edge of the bed. He’s cleaning his nails with the edge of his knife. Your eyes widen, body stopping in its tracks as you take in the cool sheen of his blade; the ease in which he handles it. He slips the knife back into its leather sheath, dropping it on the bedspread. 

“Baby,” he coos at you, blue eyes sharp and calculating, “just missed it but your mom called, wanting to surprise you, said she’s coming back today.”

You fight down the relief you feel, but Leon must still see it in your face cause he immediately grimaces. 

“C’mere,” he crooks his fingers at you, “we’ll have to make this quick since I’ll need to pick her up at the airport.”

You hate that your body is eagerly responding to Leon. He tugs your towel down and groans. 

“Fucking pretty,” he sighs, dragging his palms from your sides down to spread your pussy open, “sit on my face, baby. Wanna taste that hot little cunt.”

You involuntarily moan, slowly clambering over his thick thighs and barrel chest to hover over his mouth. 

“That’s my girl,” he places soft kisses on your thighs, trailing up to your glistening pussy, “crying for me already, baby. That’s what I like to see.”

Your fingers are tangling in his hair as he licks into your wet hole. Mewling, you’re sinking down onto his plush mouth, sickened and excited to have Leon eat you out. 

You love and hate this so much. Biting back the urge to cry, you let yourself feel good, let yourself feel as your deranged stepfather eats your pussy until your riding his face, hips grinding down against his thick tongue as it flutters and thrusts into your sore cunt. 

In that twisted part of your mind, you want Leon so bad you can taste it. You actually missed him when he left even for those few short hours. You’re eager to please him, make him happy so he’ll keep telling you those sweet praising words— keep making you come apart with mind numbing pleasure. 

Humping down onto his mouth has you crying out, hands tugging at his hair as electricity buzzes through your cunt ramping your need to cum even higher. 

His eyes stare up at you the entire time and even if yours start to slip shut, he’s smacking your thigh to bring your attention back to him. 

“Daddy,” you whine, rocking down harder, “gonna cum.”

Leon’s hands grab your hips and force you to fully sit on his face as he grinds his nose against your clit and fucks his tongue up into your pulsing walls. That’s enough to send you careening into an orgasm; toes curling as you moan and rock down onto his mouth, feeling as Leon drinks down the slick dripping from your cunt. 

He finally lifts you off of his face, your legs feeling like jello as he guides you to lay back against the bed. 

“One more time,” he growls, burying his face back between your thighs. 

You wail from overstimulation, tears gathering at your lash line as Leon spreads your pussy lips to spit on your sensitive clit. Groaning, he laps up the spit and fucks it into your pussy, loud slurping noises filling your ears making you hot with shame and excitement. 

“Taste so good, baby,” he pets your hips, pulling his mouth away to softly kiss the hood of your clit, “bet you feel so lucky daddy likes you this much.”

You want to scream at him, yet only a weak sigh slips out of your mouth. Leon glares at you from between your thighs. 

“I’m getting the sense you don’t think you’re so lucky,” he sneers at you, raising up to kneel on the bed, “maybe I’m being too lenient on you.”

He shifts to his side before straightening back up where you hear as well as see Leon unsheathe his knife. You scramble to think of something to salvage the situation but draw a blank as fear overrides your senses. 

You swallow back the tang of bile climbing your throat, heart rabbiting in your chest, as Leon drags the blunt end of his knife up your calf to tap the blade against your thigh. 

“I care about you so much, beautiful,” he sighs, disappointment filling his tone, “I thought you understood that.”

“I-I do, daddy,” your lower lip trembles, hands shakily reaching out to him, “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

He tuts at you, frowning, “I don’t know if I believe that,” he taps the blade against your leg a little harder, “think you’re just trying to suck up, pretty girl.”

You shake your head softly, trying not to jostle yourself. You must be messed up because you actually do feel bad for disappointing Leon, an anxious pang centered in your chest slowly over taking the sharp fear in your body. 

“P-promise, daddy,” tears are gathering in your lash line, “I wanna b-be your good girl.”

His frown softens, but his eyes are sea dark and wicked, “You have been such a good girl for me so far.”

He pulls the knife away from your body and before you can relax, he flips it around and has the handle facing you. 

“How about this?” he takes the broad handle and taps it on your clit like he would his cock, “how about you cum all over daddy’s favorite toy?”

Your mouth drops open in shock, brows furrowed, “H-how can—“

He laughs meanly, smacking the hilt harder on your puffy cunt making your thighs twitch, “Don’t worry, I’m going to show you exactly how.”

He holds down your left thigh with one hand while he uses the other to drag the knife handle over your soaked pussy lips, pushing it to bump against your clit. A breathy whine escapes you as you try your best to keep still, gaze moving between Leon’s face and the knife. 

“Hold still,” he rumbles, voice low and heated, the handle rubbing against your clit making your hole leak onto the sheets, “this pretty kitty’s in for a treat.”

Leon presses the tip of the hilt into your clenching hole; the anxiety you had at seeing the knife is morphing into something twisted and needy. You’re more scared of what this is going to do to you versus what Leon could do with it. 

“Little more,” Leon’s lax demeanor hasn’t changed at all as he keeps pressing the handle into your spasming pussy walls, “going to get it all nice and wet for me, right babygirl?”

“Uh huh,” your fingers grasp onto the sheets to give yourself something to do, something to draw your focus away from the realization you like this. 

Leon chuckles darkly, eyes flitting up to yours for a second before dropping back down to his hand. He pushes the hilt as far as he comfortably can into your puffy cunt, angling it up and forward until he’s grinding it against your g-spot perfectly. 

“O-oh,” you whimper breathlessly, “oh, daddy, right there, right there, please.”

“Such a good girl,” he mocks, “daddy knows what’s best for my pretty little baby.”

He slides the handle out and slowly presses back into your pussy. After a few of these soft shallow strokes of the handle into your fluttering walls, he picks up the pace, rocking the knife in and out of your dripping hole. The hot flare of arousal at seeing Leon so in control of his movements makes your belly warm and clit throb. 

“Daddy,” it slips out, a keening mewl full of longing that it even surprises you.

Leon grinds the hilt harshly against the spongy spot making your toes curl before he stops, leaving it buried in your pussy so he can move his attention up to your face. 

“Yes, beautiful?” he smirks at you, eyes glittering in contempt and voice to match, “are you feeling good? Such a shame it’s not my fat cock filling you up, breeding your tight cunt.”

Your body shudders at that, pussy clenching down on the knife handle as slick dribbles past it. 

Leon’s smirk widens, teeth gleaming, “Is my good girl going to cum? Sounds like this pretty pussy needs it. C’mon, you can do it. Show daddy how sorry you are, cum on his favorite toy.” 

You’re all jumbled up inside, brain and feelings at odds but no matter how you think or feel, Leon is playing your body like an instrument. Sick—you must be to get off on what he’s doing to you. He’s going to make you cum like this and you know in your heart that you’re going to want him to do this to you again. 

The humiliation of it all is what sets you over. Your head slumps back against the bed, a loud moan tumbling from your mouth as your pussy pulses and cums around the hilt of Leon’s knife.  

“There we go,” he coos at you, sliding the handle out with a quiet schlick, “now, I’m going to taste this pretty pussy again.”

He tosses the knife and sheathe over onto the nightstand next to the bed.

“Pretty generous of me, right sweetheart?”

Thoughts fuzzy, you nod at him while still trying to wrap your head around what just happened. Leon fucked you with his knife and you came— but even worse than that, you enjoyed it. 

“I know you’re a little mixed up,” he’s laying between your legs, dropping a kiss to your thigh, “but that’s what I’m here for, to take care of you and show you what’s best.”

He kisses your clit softly, “Mmm, my dumb little girl, but I’m here now to show you what you need.” 

Leon sucks your clit into his mouth with a groan, holding your cunt open so he can lick and suck on your pussy lips before sliding his tongue in your drippy hole. 

You’re tired of fighting it—yourself, Leon, you’re just so tired of fighting. It feels good; why can’t you feel good without the guilt? A wave of logic rears its head but Leon suckles your clit and it wipes your mind free of any arguments. You just.. give in.

“S’good,” you slur at him, eyes lidded while you rock your hips up to meet his mouth, “so good.”

Your body sinks down into the bedding, muscles relaxing as you let him hungrily lap at your cunt.  

Leon makes you cum twice more on his tongue before finally pulling away, slick coating his lower jaw and dripping down his neck. 

He spanks your pussy making your hips jump.

“So fucking juicy,” he looks like he wants to slap you again and it has your thighs parting further open, “wish I didn’t have to leave.”

In the blink of an eye, he’s caging you in under his body, putting one hand around your throat and pushing you into the mattress. 

“Better fucking behave, pretty girl,” his dead eyed expression bores into you, “if I get one hint that you’re going to tell anyone about this, it’s gonna be really fucking nasty. Got it?”

Your eyes dart over to the nightstand involuntarily. The knife sits there, nondescript and yet it makes you cold to look at it. 

Leon scoffs, “That would be too easy, beautiful. I would hurt you in ways you can’t even imagine. Now answer me, do you understand?”

Eyes darting back to his, you’re scared and shocked, body immobile, can’t even find the words to speak. White hot pain shoots across your face making you gasp for air. Leon pulls his hand back, palm raised to slap you again. You take too long again and he slaps your face once more only this time your pussy clenches down on nothing, a reedy whine slipping from your mouth. 

He pauses and a condescending smile comes over his face, “Well now, isn’t that interesting.”

He slaps your other cheek and this one makes you roll your hips, seeking some kind of friction. Even though Leon has made you cum multiple times, you’re still aching for something more; Leon slapping you is making your pussy drip all over the sheets. 

He unzips his pants and shoves them down his thighs along with his boxers. You’re through with fighting the pleasure Leon offers; it might make you disturbed or sick, but you love feeling so fucking good. 

You moan seeing how hard he’s gotten, spreading your thighs even wider. He grabs his dick and slaps his weeping tip down on your sore pussy. Your clit pulses with arousal remembering how he did the same thing with his knife earlier, making you even wetter. 

He drags his cock through your soaking wet cunt until the head nudges at your empty hole. Whining, you tilt your hips up to make it easier for Leon to slip it in; he slaps you across the face making you moan. 

“Stop acting like a slut,” his eyes flash with delight, “you’re going to make me late to pick up your mother.”

You whimper at the reminder, “S-sorry, daddy.”

He thrusts into your wet sloppy pussy making you scream. You’re too sore, it’s too much, god this is a mistake, it’s—

He rubs your clit as he rocks his hips up into your swollen cunt making you cry out in pleasure. Tears are dripping down your face making him fuck you harder, faster, deeper. 

“There we go,” he laughs meanly, “it’s no fun if both of my girls aren’t crying.” 

You hiccup a sob as he slaps you again, this time so hard you taste blood. Leon must see it cause he’s licking into your mouth like a drooling dog, moaning when he tastes the hot metallic tang on his tongue. 

“Going to cum inside you, babygirl.”

He chuckles against your mouth when you clench down at his words.

“Oh I know,” he soothes you mockingly, “little pussy’s just hungry for it. Don’t worry daddy’s gonna give her a fat load nice and deep, make sure you’re both full.”

Your hands twist in the sheets as you moan brokenly. 

“Want it,” you pant, eyes hazy as you start to babble, “want daddy’s cum, wanna feel full. Breed me daddy, please, need it, need you so bad.”

“Of course, honey,” he grabs your thighs and lifts them up until they’re hanging over his shoulders, bending you in half, “going to fuck a baby into you, wouldn’t that be nice of me?”

“Uh huh,” you whine, eyes rolling back as he grinds against your g-spot in this new position, “daddy’s so nice.”

“I really want to put a baby in you,” his chest rumbles with his low baritone, cock stretching your pussy out, “want to make you a cute little mommy. Mmm yeah then I can fuck mommy’s pretty pussy while I suck on her fat milky tits.”

Your spine arches upwards, thighs trembling as hot arousal blazes through your body, “D-daddy!”

He ignores you, in the throws of his own twisted daydream that’s turning you on the more you hear. 

“Fuck, want to suck’em while you jerk me off, watch as they leak everywhere,” his hips stutter, eyes completely black as his pupils swallow the blue, “anytime I’m thirsty I’ll just get me a mouthful of mommy’s milk.”

Your pussy walls have been fluttering and gripping him tighter and tighter the more he keeps talking. Whimpering, you drag your nails down his back. 

“Mommy’ll need someone to milk those titties,” he grunts, hips humping into your pussy deeper and deeper, “you’ll need me to drink it all up til our baby gets here.” 

Whining loudly, you bring your hands from his back up to tug on his hair, “Daddy, want that, want it so bad. Wanna be a mommy.”

“You want to be my little wife, baby? Keep you knocked up all the fucking time, breed this pussy like you need,” his eyes slip closed when you tug harder on his hair, “wear cute dresses so it’s easy access for me to fuck this wet cunt.”

“Yes, yes, please,” your pussy pulses and flutters around his thick cock, sucking him in every time he pulls out. 

“Say thank you,” he growls down at you, eyes mean and fingers digging into your skin, “thank me and I’ll cream your cute pussy.”

“Thank you, daddy,” you moan, “thank you, thank you! Gonna cum, daddy.”

His hips pick up speed until he’s fucking you so hard, your body shifts up the mattress. You’re making little punched out unh unh unh’s of sound paired with the headboard banging into the wall. 

Suddenly, he pulls his cock out of your sloppy wet hole and manhandles you on your front. He shoves you face down into the mattress and fucks his fat dick back into your abused cunt, any soreness long forgotten in the face of pleasure. 

“You want to cum? Well daddy needs to fuck this pussy just a little bit more and then I’ll let you cum.” 

You drool and moan into the messy sheets, spreading your knees further so Leon can pound your pussy harder and harder. Hands lying useless at your sides, your belly tightens with your impending orgasm. Leon grinds the weeping tip of of cock against the opening to your womb making you shy away from him. 

“Now, now,” Leon clucks his tongue, “none of that.”

He yanks you up by your shoulder and slides his forearm around your neck, bicep bulging around your throat making you choke. His other hand goes to your hip to hold you in place while he firmly wraps his bicep around your neck. 

“Perfect,” he laughs in your ear.

He thrusts up into your squelching pussy until he can grind his fat tip against your cervix again, holding himself there as you spasm and writhe in his grip. His bicep tightens around your neck, choking you until spots dance in your vision. Your hands come up to pull and scratch at his arm but he doesn’t budge an inch. 

“Shh, shh, don’t fight me, honey,” he licks the shell of your ear, “I’ve got to fuck you deep so I can make you a mommy.”

Body finally going limp in his grasp, hands dropping to your sides, has him cooing in your ear, “That’s a good girl. Let daddy use this tight hole to cum.”

When he pulls out, he relaxes his arm and you wheeze in a breathe before he’s plunging his cock back inside to grind against your womb; you squirm away only for Leon to choke you out all over again. 

This time however his other hand comes down to spank your sensitive clit making your body buzz with arousal and pussy clamp down on his dick. 

“Mmm she likes that,” Leon noses your hairline, “such a naughty little pussy, liking when daddy spanks her so roughly.”

Your eyes roll back in your head as he spanks your clit continuously and slowly chokes you with his bicep. Hot, syrupy arousal makes your head feel full of cotton as Leon keeps a tight grip around your throat. You don’t even realize you’re rocking into the stinging slaps to your pudgy clit until he holds his hand still and you press your hips up to chase it. 

He squeezes his arm even tighter around your throat before easing off, faux sympathy coloring his low tone, “Oh, I know, it’s so tough. But I can’t spank you if you don’t let me choke you baby.”

Your hands come up to push his bicep against your own throat, mind completely wiped of thought—only the need to cum.  

“Choke me, daddy,” you mumble, “choke me, please? Like bein’ spanked so much.”

“Well now, what a sweet girl I have,” his arm tightens around your neck making drool drip down your chin, hips humping back on his cock, “such good manners.”

He spanks your pussy hard making you squeal in pain that morphs into hot drippy pleasure that leaks down your thighs. Growling in your ear, he tightens his bicep against your neck and rails your sopping wet cunt, spanking your pussy loudly. 

“G’nna cum, daddy, ungh, you’re gonna make me cum.”

He lets go of your neck and shoves you down on the bed, he pulls out to twist you around onto your back and thrusts back into your greedy hole. Hips pistoning into your pussy as his pelvis bumps against your clit tightens the knot in your belly to the breaking point.

“Cum for me pretty girl,” he nips at your bottom lip, “cum on daddy’s cock.”

He reaches between your bodies to pinch your clit, snapping the last thread holding you at bay. You scream when your orgasm overtakes your body, searing hot pleasure making your body seize; white noise behind your eyes as you stare unseeing up at Leon. It feels like your soul left your body. 

Your pussy tightens around Leon, hole pulsing and clenching around his thick cock until he can’t thrust anymore. His cock kicks and throbs as he spills hot sticky cum all inside your clenching pussy walls. 

“That’s it, take it, take it like a good girl,” he praises you, grinding his cock deeper into your cunt to milk his cock, “you want to be a mommy, huh? That sweet pussy’s making sure to get every last drop.”

You whimper when Leon pulls his spent cock from your throbbing pussy. His dick kicks and throbs between his thick thighs and you have the sudden urge to suck it into your mouth, feel how thick he’d be in your throat. Pulling your gaze away is a chore, but you finally drag your eyes up to his only to see him smiling crookedly at you. 

He wraps his hand around the base of his cock and shakes it, “Like it? Looks like you wanna kiss it a little, baby.”

You shiver, nipples hard as glass even as your pussy feels so swollen and sore. 

“C’mere.”

His tone brooks no argument and you quickly move onto shaky legs and crawl in front of him. He’s still gripping his dick in one hand then uses his other to guide your head to the fat tip. 

He’s only half hard now, but it makes your thighs clench to see cum dripping from the head as it twitches. He presses your face against the slick coated length dragging it over your face. 

“Kiss it,” his voice is airy and mocking, “kiss it clean.”

Panting, you press open mouthed kisses all along his cock, tongue darting out to taste the skin. Bitter precum mixed with your creamy slick cover your tastebuds but it only drives you to kiss him more eagerly. 

He laughs and smears his cock all over your lips and cheeks, “Got to cut this short, but we’ll definitely be picking it up later.”

He presses your face further down, “Suck on my balls, pretty girl. Need to go ahead and get a taste for them, you’re gonna be warming them later.”

You whimper and drop your mouth open further, letting him dip his sac in and out of your mouth. Tongue lapping at whatever fills your mouth makes him groan. You suck and lick at his balls until he finally jerks your head away. 

“Enough,” his cock’s slowly filling out again, “I really have to go now. Get cleaned up and stay in your room til we get back.”

His blue eyes stare down into your own as you nod, “Yes, daddy.”

“That’s a good girl,” he gently pats your check and yanks your head even further back, “be good and nothing bad will happen, okay?”

“O-Okay,” your voice shakes, pain lancing through your scalp from his roughness, “promise I’ll be good, daddy.”

He drops the hold on your head making you lose your balance and fall back on your knees. In the blink of an eye, Leon’s fully dressed again and walking toward the bedroom door. 

“I mean what I said, baby.”

“I know,” you whisper tiredly.

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Leon laughs to himself as he leaves the house. You’re so naive it makes him want to hurt you. He didn’t lie; your mom did call to say she was getting back home early, but there was a layover and it’ll actually be tomorrow afternoon. He’ll tell you it must’ve slipped his mind; after all, you were very distracting coming out of the shower all wet and vulnerable. 

You practically gave him the green light to eat that tight cunt. And although fucking you wasn’t planned on, he’s not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Sighing to himself, he pulls up an address on his phone’s GPS (your phone tucked neatly inside the glovebox). He’s just going to go out and get a nice little surprise for you since he’s unsure when the next time you’ll be able to play house together. 

If only your mom were out of the picture…

He drums his fingers on the steering wheel waiting for the light to change. 

Now there’s a thought, he hums to himself. 

If his wife were, oh let’s say hypothetically speaking, to die mysteriously, why you’d only have him. Your dad lives on the other side of the country and Leon’s positive he can pull some strings with a few old buddies to keep you here with him. Working for the shady side of government over the years does have its perks. 

Mind kicking into overdrive with ideas and details, Leon pulls up outside the nondescript shop in no time with a plan half formed. Smiling to himself, he parks and steps out. It’ll be so easy to do; doesn’t know why he didn’t think of it sooner. It will take some careful planning on his part, after all the husband is always the first suspect, but he has plenty of time to perfect it. 

Leon enters the store and heads to a very specific section.  He browses for an hour until he settles on the perfect choice. Taking it to the cashier, he waits on the alterations he wants to make, pays for it and leaves. You’re going to be so shocked when you see it; Leon feels giddy with excitement. 

You make him feel so many things. How could he not want you all to himself? It seemed like he had to wait forever for you to come home, but once you were it was heaven. Your mother had talked about you, but nothing prepared him for seeing you in person. If your mother hadn’t have been there, he doesn’t know what he would’ve done. 

After that, you were so skittish and demure around him he thought he was going to go crazy. He fucked your mother in a frenzy every night, pushing her down to slip in from behind so he could imagine it was you. Even talked his wife into calling him daddy and that really got him going, nearly breaking the bed that night. 

He grips the steering wheel harder, the leather creaking under his hands. He grew so desperate that he started stealing your panties when you showered. God only knows how many times he came with a pair of panties wrapped around his dick and one pressed up to his nose. 

He palms himself through his slacks; he’s nearly home now, so it won’t matter too much if he gets hard just thinking of you. Sometime soon he’s going to have you cum in your panties, get them all nice and wet, and he’s going to wrap them around his cock and jerk off. Or even better, he’s going to cum in a pair of your panties and make you wear it all day. 

He palms his half chubbed cock even harder. Just imagining your fat pussy lips covered in his thick cum, pressed against your panties all day. Rubbing your clit through your cute panties, his cum making it all slippery and sticky. 

He presses down on the gas pedal, speedily pushing through the last few miles back to the house. Leon pulls into the garage and shuts the car off, grabbing the bag and getting out. He goes inside and makes his way upstairs. He sees his own bedroom door wide open, sheets changed. Smug affection fills his chest. 

He makes his way over to your closed bedroom door; he taps once on the wood before swinging it open. You’re sitting cross legged on your bed, body relaxing once you recognize it’s him. That smug affection ramps up even more making his lips tick up into a half smile. 

“Did you miss me?”

You nod your head shyly at him, fingers picking at the hem of your t-shirt. 

“W-where’s mom?” you ask softly, eyes darting to the hall and back to him. 

“About that,” he steps further into your room, “she had a layover, sweetheart. Just you and me til tomorrow.”

He watches you shiver, pupils dilating as your lids droop.

“Oh, okay.”

He steps closer to the bed, eyes taking in as you uncross your legs and lean back on your hands, body opening up to him. You’re taking to him so well. 

He holds the bag up to catch your attention, “Got you a little something.”

Your eyes light up, a small smile tugging at your lips, “Really? You didn’t have to,” you take the bag from him, “thank you, daddy.”

“My good girl deserves a treat right?”

You squirm at his words and dip your hands into the bag. A small gasp leaves your lips and he sees your nipples harden through your thin shirt, pointing the fabric. You hold up the buttery soft faux leather collar, a little gold tag glittering with the word Mommy in cursive. 

You set it aside and then pull out the last piece from the bag, a pretty little leash to clip on the front. 

“Daddy,” you lick your lips, picking up the collar, “I’m not—“

“Don’t worry baby,” he kisses the top of your head, taking the item from your hand to unlock it and slip it around your neck. 

You shiver under the cool material and his featherlight touch as he buckles it in place. He takes your hand and guides it to the back.

“There’s a little catch here. Feel it?”

You nod shakily. 

“Press it and pull this side out if you need it off immediately,” he drops a kiss to your jaw, “it’s an emergency release.”

He pulls away and your expression is unreadable. Eyelashes kissing your cheeks, you rub your hand across the collar before bringing your gaze back up to his. 

“Thank you, daddy.”

Surprise knocks him off kilter as you raise up on your knees and press an uncoordinated kiss to his lips. He honestly expected a different reaction.

“You’re welcome,” he breathes out, eyes hardening, “you like it? Like being my pretty little mommy?”

You whimper, thighs parting as you nod, “Yeah, I like it.”

He presses you down in the bed, caging you underneath his bulky body. 

“My cute collared mommy,” he murmurs in your ear before sucking on the lobe, “keep it on unless I tell you to take it off, okay?”

“Okay, daddy,” you whisper. 

He kisses you, tongue licking into your mouth heatedly. He feels you trying to imitate him, tongue lapping at his before sucking his further in your hot mouth. Groaning, he rocks his hips down, grinding his hard cock against your thin shorts. 

He pulls away, leaving your mouth swollen and spit slick. 

“Let’s go downstairs,” he strokes his thumb across the apple of your cheek, smile mean on his face, “want to break in that new leash.”