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Wicked Game

Bully!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, dirty talk, bully Leon (he's nicer in this one), perv Leon, bratty reader, bullying (obviously), begging, oral (f) mention, slight dub-con (reader is secretly into it), cheating, leon gets drunk hes REALLY thristy in this one

“No fucking way.” Leon’s smirk stretched his lips into a full blown grin when he spotted you. You had been avoiding him. So why are you back at the bar, princess?

Title from the song Wicked Game by Chris Isaak (*totally reccomend listening to the song here)

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 of the Topless series

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“No fucking way.”

Leon’s smirk stretched his lips into a full blown grin when he spotted you. The crowd was unusually dense on the dark little dance floor of the bar. You were a smart cookie that’s for sure, going private on social media, springing out of your seat as soon as the professor said class dismissed. Leon was starting to get the feeling that maybe, just maybe, there were some hard feelings about what happened in the bathroom stall. You never stepped foot back in that club in fact, you left without a word. Not the only thing you left without that night. Besides your dignity, you forgot something else too. He fished his wallet out of his pocket, fingers slowly curled around the little plastic card wedged between his daddy’s credit card and an XL condom he was never going to use.

Your ID card. He’d got it from the bartender, who figured you'd be missing it eventually, with the promise to return it to you. It'd be so so tedious to have to go about replacing it. Stuck in dmv hell, waiting in line for hours? Bummer. Your face Leon imagined when you had realized it was missing, ugh, he’d pay real money just to get a picture of it.. All wide eyed, panicked. Just how he liked you. He could pop a boner just from that. That and maybe a picture of your tits.

And now here you stand, in this smaller, shittier bar halfway across town. That old club was pretentious anyway, too close to campus so it was usually brimming with college kids. But not this bar. This was a locals bar, with grumpy middle aged regulars who came in at 10 am. Bikers and golf dads coexisted in harmony here. The barkeep was also the owner, he’d offer you free popcorn if you got too drunk.

The music from the dancefloor drifted to Leon’s barstool. The crowd of bodies surged and blew hot air. There was a jukebox, pool tables, darts, a coke shelf in the bathroom. It was great. Leon sat on a barstool, four asses down from a rowdy group of middle aged men. They raised their double shots of tequila in the air. One for a finalized divorce and another for scoring a new (albeit younger) girlfriend soon after said divorce. Leon snickered, lifting his empty cup with them. They tossed back liquid gold as Girl, You’ll be a Woman Soon kicked on to the jukebox. Sucking on limes they whooped and cheered.

Leon didn’t have to look to see where their eyes had drifted. Your hips knew the song before you did, oblivious to the heavy stares. Leon’s fist squeezed his sweating glass. He wanted to grab those hips while you were on top of him, help you ride his cock like a goddamn mechanical bull, sweat pouring down the back of your thighs, screaming his-

“Care for some popcorn, son? It’s on the house.”

Leon is already pushing his stack of empty glasses away, cutting through the crowd like a hunter’s machete in a jungle. That jungle being broads old enough to be his mother, and mothers hot enough they could make him a daddy. His pulse was pounding slow and hard in his ears. He was a man on a mission, stumbling through the crowd. Brain running half a thought and a whole lot of alcohol. Leon was going to ruin your night. Again.

He adjusted his already half chubbed cock in his pants,lurked in the crowd. He saw a double of you, shaking your ass with your arms thrown over your head. Moving to the music, while some guy behind you had his hands on your waist. Standing there like a jackass with a stiffy against your back, practically moaning into your hair from the way you rolled your hips. What a loser, Leon scoffed as he shouldered the poor sap aside and did the exact same thing. You didn’t even notice the switch as the next contestant stepped up, his large hands snaked around to grip fat of your hips. Pushing you around like warm wet clay, moving you with the music with his own hips. Dancing you on him, how you wanted to be danced with. Stupid thing you are probably wondering for a half second how the mystery guy behind you could step away and come back a second later with the balls to actually dance with you. Leon wanted to laugh, but then the jig would be over all too soon.

You felt the absence of the man panting like a dog into your hair instantly, replaced with self assured hands. They pulled you back with ease into a wall of plush muscle, You fit together like puzzle pieces. The thickening cock against your lower back, the smell of the leather jacket and cologne the man wore made you groan. You thought he was hard before, it felt thicker, longer against the curve of your ass. But somehow softer? Was there an opposite of a grower you didn’t know about, small when hard, hung when soft. The room was dark, but you danced with your eyes closed because it made your drunk head spin in the best way.

It felt good, especially after the hell you went through all week. The world had swallowed up your ID, and couldn't find it anywhere. Then your vibrator died, never to bzztt! again. You laid her to rest in a shoe box under your bed. Nearly gave yourself a carpal tunnel to pick up her slack. And last but not least, you swear that prick’s jizz made your face breakout.

Leon could see your previous dance partner giving him stink eye, but he could care less.You lolled your head against his shoulder while he manipulated your body like a dolly. Slowly swaying, leading your oblivious drunk ass around, his hands slid around your body. Wrapping you up in big arms, you had let out a string of heavier breaths, hooking your hand over the back of his neck to play with the fine hair there.

“Guess who...” he whispered, disguising his voice in a deeper timbre..

Your eyes fluttered open, his fingers dragging up your ribs. Cupping your breasts. His thumbs smoothed over your hard nipples, they already were pebbled inside your dress. You whined softly, smelling the alcohol on the man’s breath. He yanked your hips back, flush against him.

“...princess.”

…wait, what? Your eyes shot open, you may have pulled a muscle with how fast your head whipped around. Your bully, you were face to face with who you’d been grinding up on the entire time. You didn’t know if the divorced dad rock playing in the background made it more mortifying or not. Leon didn’t let go of you, he grinned like a madman, you gave him the exact reaction he wanted. You tried to jump away, you’d never live it down. Humiliation burned in your skin, Leon snorted a laugh. “Guess you didn’t know it was me, did you?”

“Eewwww!” you squealed like a pig, your face screwing up tight. Ah there it was, mhm, good mood ruined. Leon groaned under his breath. You smacked his arm hard as he giggled when he had made you cringe. “You were totally grinding on me!”

“Ewww! You were totally liking it. Dancing with a guy you didn’t even know. getting all hot and bothered, tch.” Leon mimicked back at you, still mechanically pushing your hips to get them to give him what he wanted. Like you were a jammed vending machine. Hell no.”I think you wanted me to keep going? You seemed to like these hands on your hips a second ago.”

“Oh, shut up.” you gripped his hands to pry his fingers off, with a scowl. “Says the coward who couldn’t just ask me to dance, do you even know the word ‘please’?”

Leon pouted as you managed to slip away from him, he had sworn he just had you in his grip and suddenly you were a foot away from him trying to dance on your own again. His head felt slower on the uptake than usual, blinking at the empty space between his fingers where you had once been, wondering how you teleported.

Oh. Oh. hello vodka, old friend, where ya been? Leon felt vodka rear back a fist and pop him in the head. He was drunk. Drunk, drunk.

“What’s the big deal? I got you to dance with me didn't I? But if you want straightforward, I can do that.” he stepped up behind you again, crowding into your personal space. Leon threw an arm around you dragging you back by your hips, tucking you under his heavy arm. His body heat radiated through his clothes. You could feel him grab a handful of your ass to slot your leg between his. Puzzle pieces once again. His soft cock was heavy against your thigh, but he ground it against you anyway. And true to his word, he definitely wasn’t being subtle about the way he groaned into your neck. “You know what this song is about right? And you’re just dancing away, while all these old fucks look at you.”

He squeezed your ass cheek. “S’like the song is talking about you, princess. You’ll be a woman soon, you’ll need a man.” he sounded ridiculous, this whole citation was ridiculous. Your nose scrunching up at your bully. You were getting second hand embarrassment, but Leon didn’t seem to care, in fact he kept going. Even with your own breath perfumed with coconut rum, even you weren't that drunk to find this appealing. His groping hands move your body to the sweet notes of the guitar. Leon moved his hand to yours, in his head he imagined you two locked in a steamy tango, faces inches apart. Your leg hiked over his, with a rose between his teeth. But reality was much less steamy and a lot more like everyone was beginning to stare and murmur. Your eyes darted around, your lips in a tight line. You could probably try batting an SOS with your eyelashes in morse code, Now was it dot dot dash? Or maybe 3 dashes, and 6 dots? No no, it was definitely dot dot dot. Then dash-

“I wanna eat that wet little pussy so bad.”

Leon’s forehead pressed into yours, he all but groaned into your mouth. Looking at you through his heavy lashes, blue eyes glassy and sparkling. Not a trace of decorum. You wanted to laugh in his face, you wanted to scoff, smack him, roll your eyes. But something in the pit of your stomach lurched when you saw how serious he looked. With some sick twist in your gut you raised your eyebrows at his horny confession. A sly smile spread over your face.

Time for a little payback?

You searched his eyes quietly with mock interest. He looked so serious, as if he had said it with his whole chest. You gave him nothing in return. No reaction, no wide eyes, and Leon actually whines. His grumpy eyebrows furrowed, crease deepening between them. Was he pouting? Because you weren't saying anything. It sent a surge of heat between your folds. His eyes dropped to his thick thigh between yours, then back up to your face. “I just felt your pussy throb.”

He dove in like a man starved, grabbing the back of your head and pressing heated kisses to your neck. Sucking harshly at the sensitive spot just below your ear. Nipping it with his teeth. Your nerves suddenly prickled with a sharp inhale. “O-oh my god,” you groaned nervously, panic setting in. Leon’s arms squeeze you tighter, before you could even begin to push him away “You are so drunk.”

“I am so drunk.” he mimicked you again, with a slight snarl, his breathing spiking into heavier breaths. His fingers twisted into the fabric of your dress. Tongue swirling against the column of your throat til you were sure he was leaving marks. “And so horny.” he said between rough kisses. You swallowed hard as you felt him break tiny capillaries beneath your skin. His free hand squeezed your breast. Completely different from the soft brush of his fingers earlier. You squeaked in surprise. “Just know that little cunt is wet for me, bet you taste so good. Wanna taste it.”

Leon didn’t seem to care about the sea of people around you two in earshot, dancing around you. His husky voice rumbling in his chest, and against yours. Kneading your boob, weighing it in his hand and groping it. “Jeez, you're even drunker than I thought.”

“Please,” he breathed out, “ I want it so bad, princess.” he tucked his nose into your neck and inhaled your perfume like a bump of coke. Your bully was begging…to eat your pussy. Your mouth went dry. Leon was just so horny and handsy your goosebumps raced over your skin, sobering you. The song had ended.

“Let’s just calm down.”

“Don’t tell me to calm down.” He whispered, in a harsh tone. Lust dripping from his pores like sweat. “You wanted straightforward right? Said I was a coward. Well, here I am, even said please. I’ll say it again too, Please, let me bury my face in your cunt.”

You felt shaken up, and frazzled. Mouth gaping open and closed like a carp. You forced out a laugh, “oho, you are going to feel so silly when you wake up tomorrow and remember this.” you felt like your throat was closing up around a piece of unchewed food. Your cheeks burning hotter and hotter, eyes flitting around the bar. Leon could feel your heart pound against his chest, he wanted to hike your dress up and sloppily make out with your cunt right then and there. To take you apart on his tongue right here on this dancefloor.

He didn’t even feel the strange looks they were getting. He was so drunk, he was practically drooling and babbling into your skin, spit dripping down his chin. “Mmh, I’m gonna want to eat that cute pussy out tomorrow morning too. I want to wake up with my face buried between those thighs.”

“Um, what? Leon-”

“You heard what I said.” He was leaning his weight into you, putting uncomfortable pressure on your lower back. Your core muscles trembled under the strain of having to hold him and yourself up. He rubbed his face against your collar bone, burying it in between your breasts. Your pussy was throbbing with how much she wanted attention, slit dragging against the rough material of his jeans. Your clit getting more friction then before. He humped your leg like a dog in heat. You whimpered a moan. You noticed his cock was still soft. “Don’t act like you didn’t hear how much I want to eat your pussy til you cry.”

Who was this man and what has he done with the Leon you knew?

“Want that sweet cunt waiting for me in my bed, waiting for me to kiss her all over. Wanna make you feel so good. You can sit on my face, ride my nose, grind that clit on my tongue. Wrap your legs around my head so I can’t get away, fuck- anything, please.”

You were starting to think now was the time to call him a cab. Despite the ache in your swollen bud, and the fact he was about to make you cum on his leg, he was slurring his words, hips rocking. Acting like he was pussydrunk before even getting a taste. His pupils were blown wide with a dark hunger. Leon’s large hands squeezed your hips firm enough you’d find ten tiny bruises later.

“Woah, woah Leon.” payback be damned, you're not a monster. You pushed against his chest slightly and he bucked his hips, “Look, we’ve haven’t even had s-sex before, let’s, uh, let’s just head back to the dorm. Maybe get you some water, mmh- you want, uh popcorn? I can get you some popcorn?”

“Yet. We haven't had sex yet, princess. But I know you want to. I saw the way you stared at my cock before.” He crowded into your space further, somehow. But his hands began to stroke your hips where he had dug his fingers in. Soothing the welts, his tone turning softer, like he was trying to not be so rough.

You’d never seen your bully act like this before. Or anyone for that matter. Well, expect that one time your friend went a little overboard and started crying about how pets can’t communicate to their owners. Because, what if they had a tummy ache or a headache?? How would you even know? You wouldn’t. Poor thing, they’d just be sitting there with a migraine listening to your screechy baby talk, boohoo.

“Let me tell you what we're gonna do. We're gonna go back to my place, and you're gonna blow me.” Leon said with a frustrated huff. You swallowed a lump in your throat, nails digging into his pecs. It’s like he could read your mind from back them, how you had wanted him to slide home into your mouth, feel the weight of him stretch your jaw open. To feel him dump his cum down your throat.

“Leon, you’re too drunk to even get it up right now, for starters.” you pinched the bridge of your nose, taking a staggering step back. Your hips stuttering, orgasm bubbling up. It felt like he was going to snap your spine under his dead weight. His rubbing was right on that swollen bud, you were going to cum right here, nope- You grunted as your lower back pinched, giving him a hard shove. Patience growing thin. If there was one thing you hated was having to take care of drunk, handsy men.

“You’ll just have to work your mouth on me a little bit, I’ll get it up.” he nodded decidedly, like he had it all figured out. Doing the math in his head. Finally standing on his own and away from you just in the nick of time. Fingers curling at his sides as if he was resisting the urge to grab you again. He looked deep in thought, he had been feeling his cock fail to get past half mast for the last twelve songs. “Okay, maybe I can’t get it up right now, but my mouth still works.”

You rubbed your temples at his one track mind. He was thinking with his dick, and even his second head wasn’t working properly. “Oh don’t worry, Leon, I’ve definitely noticed that your mouth still works.” you snapped, your eyes giving him a pointed just shut up look. You hooked your hand around his bicep, “come on, whiskey dick.” you grumbled, tugging him away from the dancefloor. You couldn’t stand the weird looks you were getting from the dancers around you. You ducked your head, shielding your face with your hand. Leon on the other hand, had a big dopey grin on his face, letting you drag him away, prodding you in the side, tickling you.

“Mmm, you like that I’m not shutting up about it.” he tease, Leon was nothing if not a whore for attention. He two finger saluted the crowd, throwing up a ‘call me’ hand sign to the woman by the dj who was old enough to be his grandma. The eyes on him made his cock attempt to fill out, twitching in his jeans..* You lead him to the empty part of bar where the pool tables and little arcade was, far away from the crowd. The machines beep and played little electronic jingles.

You parked his ass near a pool table, “sit. Wait here, okay?” His eyebrows raised, but he sat down on the lip of the table. Leon felt the table immediately tetter and sag under his bulk. You yanked a handful of darts from a board against the wall. You carefully press them into his grasp with a challenge. “Here. Bet you can’t get a bullseye.”

It was like something clicked in his brain, a cocky smirk back on his lips. “I won’t miss.” God, it was like distracting a dog with treats while it got a shot at the vet. Leon lined up the first dart, for a moment. He turned and looked at you before he threw the dart without a glance at the board. Bullseye. The way your eyes bulged he didn’t even need to check. Leon knew. He took the second. Bullseye again.

“I think you forgot to struggle there, bud.” you gave him a suspicious look, “You’re surprisingly accurate for someone who's supposed to be drunk out of his mind right now.”

“What can I say? Guess I’m just naturally skilled.” he threw another dart. Bullseye again. You tapped your high heel on the ground irritably. He lined up the final dart, making a big show of pretending he was going to throw it. He pulled his hand back, and-

“I'll let you hit if you make this one.”

The dart lands with a thunk! Off center, not exactly a bullseye. Leon’s shoulders sag, blinking at his mistake. You watch his expression morph into a sour look, he crosses to the dart board, squint at the missed bullseye. Missed by a hair. He yanks the darts out of the board one by one, grumbling. You take his seat on the pool table green.

“Aw, someone looks disappointed.” you cross your legs, using a baby voice to mock him.

Leon cracks a smile, he actually laughs at your teasing him. You look a little relieved, your distraction seemed to have helped him a little. His eyes aren't dark with lust, and he hasn’t said the word pussy in at least fifteen minutes.

“Wanna know something funny? I’m actually drunker than I was ten minutes ago.” he says proudly, like he’d accomplished something just by getting more smashed.

“You know what else is funny? I’m not even buzzed, you cupped your hand around your mouth, pretending to wave at the bartender. ”I think, whiskey dick over here needs some water.”

“Water isn’t any fun.” Leon smiles, he leaned down, putting both hands on either side of you on the pool table. Boxing you in. He was nearly straddling your legs. “I know just what you need though, what you deserve,” You can feel your heart skip a beat, his tone wipes that look off your face. He grabs your chin, tilting your head up. “Is that cute little pussy eaten out til you cry.”

“Are you always this eager to eat pussy?” you shrink away, an uneasy laugh, trying to sound casual. You shift back slightly on the pool table green, your hand smacking one of the balls into a cluster of them. Making solid clicking noises behind you as they collided with each other. Leon laughs, tone turning to his usual cocky lilt.

“I can’t believe you just moved my balls like that.” he cocked an eyebrow, dripping with insinuation.

You snort an unexpected laugh, darting your face away to cover the real laugh that just left your mouth. Your shoulder bouncing with repressed giggles. “Oh, oops, m’sorry.” you swing your legs gently as they hang off the table. “Not like you were gonna use them anyway.”

“Ouch.” he ducked his head to one of the marks he had sucked onto your neck, that you'll probably be mad about later. He nibbles into your sensitive skin. Your shoulders hike up by your ears.

“That tickles-” you gasp out, your warm cheeks say otherwise. Leon pulled back, eyes locked onto yours before he takes a chance, going in for a kiss. He seems to hesitate between chaste and real kiss at first. Before he’s putting his weight into it, his eyes slipping closed. His hand cups the back of your head, thumb running over the apple of your cheek. Your back is straight as an arrow, his lips are surprisingly soft, plush. Leon tastes like cigarettes, your mouth goes slack. The first time he’d kissed you, he had his hand around your throat. This felt different.

Leon felt it too, because he retreated slowly, like he didn’t really want to stop. He cleared his throat, straightening up and away from you.

“I didn’t think I had it in me to kiss that softly, definitely have never done that before.” he rubbed the back of his neck. Looking confused at himself, His blue eyes flitted back to you like he wanted to lean in and do it all over again. Meanwhile you felt like you were being waterboarded. You gasped, eyes going wide in a completely delayed response.

“W-well never do it again.” you hopped off the pool table, smacking your cheeks. Trying to get some sense in your brain, it felt like your heart was hammering in your chest. You swipe at your mouth with the back of your hand. “I think it’s time for me to go home.”

Leon’s small smile drops, his brows knit together. That softer side of him snapping closed like a clam. He recovered with a defensive scoff, he didn’t think after all you two had done a little kiss would be such a big deal. It was a huge deal He stamped down the part of himself that felt slightly hurt down deep. Leon crossed his arms, “it was just a little kiss, don’t be stupid. It’s not like I’m getting you pregnant, princess.”

“I have a boyfriend.”

He got that look back in his eyes when he heard that. That look he gave when he wanted to bully you, that look that meant you arent going anywhere. He wasn’t done with you yet. Leon grabbed your arm. “Your boyfriend isn’t here, and I don’t see why a stupid little kiss should would set you off like this.” he heaved a sigh, sounding annoyed. His grip on your wrist was surprisingly gentle for someone usually so rough. Leon didn’t yank or tug. He just held it. “Please, don’t leave.”

There it was again. The p-word. You’d never heard him say it until today. Until you’d brought it up earlier. You felt your heart was being quartered and drawn. You took your arm back.

“I know you like to bully me, and make fun of me or whatever it is you do. But this,” you made a vague gesture, voice level. You wrung your hands, looking at the floor. “This is going too far, okay? I’m not here to kiss you or hang out or any of that other stuff. You're my bully, for god’s sake, and i have a boyfriend-”

“Do you always have to be so dramatic?” Leon shut you down, rolling his eyes. “One stupid little kiss and now you can’t even look me in the eye? That's really some bullshit, you know that?” He ran his hair through his hair, hissing out a breath. Maybe he was drunk, maybe that's why the next words out of his mouth were something you’d never expect him to say. “Look, okay, I'm sorry…for kissing you. I got carried away.'' He didn’t even mention the other times he got ‘carried away’ like the club bathroom…and the hallway…and the first day of the semester… it sounded like pulling teeth, like he wasn’t actually sorry for all the trouble he caused. You could hear the attitude in it. It only sounded like he meant half of it. He sounded like a child.``now are you gonna hang out with me or are you gonna leave?”

You turn to walk away, only making it to the bar before he’s calling after you. But he barks a laugh, chasing after you like always. He whines,“Where ya goin’ princess?”

“Home. I don’t want to hang out with you. I just want to go home.”

“We literally live in the same dorm building, you realize that right?” he snorted, “even if you leave now, I’m going the same way home.”

“You sound like a creep, I’ll have you know.”

“Come on, after that great kiss, I think you ought to buy me a drink.”

“I think you’ve had enough.” you shoot back, god your feet were killing you, the strappy high heels digging into your ankles. Leon scoops you up under the armpits, dumping you on a barstool and sliding into the one next to you with a look of triumph. It’s only when you're off your feet the pain really sets in, your toes are pinches, a blister brewing. Your arch feels stiff as a cadaver. Leon orders you a drink, and you reach down to check the damage.

He grabs your ankle, propping your foot up on knee. You hiss, even though he was being uncharacteristically gentle, it’s a little jarring. “Watch it! Jeez, what are you a caveman?” He ignores you in favor of popping your shoe off your foot, setting your pump neatly down on the ground. WHile he pulls your foot into his lap, his fingers and thumbs working to take the soreness out of your foot. Leon is staring at your face the entire time.

It’s almost unfair how good it feels. Your eyes ping pong from the floor, to your foot in his hands, his face, your new drink on the bar top. You rest your chin on your palm, leaning resigned on the bar top.

“So…I noticed you’ve hardly been calling me princess all night. What’s up with that?” you laugh but the words fall flat.

“Are you complaining? Do you want me to call you princess again or something?” he chuckled softly. He ran the heel of his hand up and down the arch of your foot. His hands were so warm. “I mean, you can always just call me daddy from now on, ill allow it.”

You scrunched up your nose. “Gross, absolutely not…” had you said that too defensively? Nah the daddy thing was not your cup of tea…unless? No, no! get it together, girl. “You know what I meant.”

“I know, I know, I’m just messing with you, princess.”

You sip meekly at your sweating glass of vodka cranberry. These are probably what got Leon so drunk earlier, they tasted like pure candy. You turned your face away as he said the nickname. Leon caught the hint of a smile on your lips. He lifted your other foot now, pulling it off slow. “Why do girls wear these things anyway? Just like the way your legs look in them or?”

“They're just shoes, Leon.” You bit your lip as he dug his thumbs into the sole of your other foot. Letting out a little breath of relief.

“Mhm, I know they're just shoes, princess. I was just saying, don’t they feel better off?”

He tucks your second shoe with its sister and works hard at the tension in that problem area. You were seeing a lot of sides of Leon tonight. It was like he’d flipped off the bully part of his brain and somehow decided to care about your comfort. Even your boyfriend didn’t do this for you and Leon was here doing it in public at a bar. “Uh huh, I think they're going back to the store after tonight, I think I got the wrong size or something. I need to return a few things to the mall anyway.” you mentioned off handedly, the sweet vodka and cranberry washing easy over your tongue. You started to roll and stretch the ankle in Leon’s lap. He looked down at your poor foot.

He seemed to consider something for a few beats before he nodded. The mall hmm…

He patted your foot, with a smirk.

“Yeah, probably for the best.”

You lull into a quiet conversation.

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rusty-phasma · 5 months

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Merry Xmas Everybody

shape shifter/wendigo!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, monsterfucking or I guess I should say monster sucking 😜, cock worship, dirty talk, condescending comments, light collaring

title from Merry Xmas Everybody by Slade

You’ve both returned from spending the day out at the local Christmas village, checking out the quaint little shops and stalls. It’s dark out now, and cold, leading Leon to snuggle up to you on the couch as if he’s not the equivalent to a blazing furnace.

“Seriously, I’m gonna melt here,” you grouch at him, trying to pry him away from nuzzling into your neck, “just scoot over a smidge.”

“Uh uh,” he mouths against your skin, sharp teeth scraping softly creating chill bumps, “it’s cold. And besides that, I’m comfy.”

Huffing, you try one last time to push him away, but his arms quickly wrap around your waist, claws coming out to prick you through your sweater.

“Stay still,” he rumbles, voice dipping into that low octave that has slick pooling in your panties.

Pinning you to his side, he goes back to nuzzling and nipping at your neck. His claws dig into your skin enough to make you hiss but that only causes him to groan and gently bite your throat.

“Been wanting to fuck you all day,” he whines, “but you said we had to wait til we got home.”

You laugh, “Leon, I wasn’t going to fuck you in a side alley in below freezing weather.”

“So that means in the summer—“

You snort out another laugh and he lifts his head up, horns shifting outward from his hair, squinting those catlike eyes at you.

“Think it’s a joke, huh?” he smirks at you before grabbing your hand and pressing it down on the bulge in his jeans.

Your lips part in a breathy sigh, eyes drooping as arousal floods your veins. He grinds your palm down harder and you feel as his cocks twitch against the fabric.

“Maybe you should put your mouth to better use instead of running it,” he purrs temptingly into your ear, “make it up to me for having to wait all day.”

Nodding, your mouth floods with saliva as you shuffle down onto your knees between his spread thighs. You’ve thought about sucking Leon off ever since you met him, but the opportunity hasn’t presented itself as he’s always so gung-ho to stuff your pussy with both dicks every chance he gets.

“Such a pretty mate,” he grins, sharp teeth flashing down at you as he pulls his jeans and underwear to his thighs, leaking cocks freed for your greedy eyes and mouth.

Placing your hands on his thighs, you lean forward and lick at the closest one, smearing precum all over your lips like some shiny new gloss.

“Gonna take your time? Fuck, that’s so hot,” Leon groans spreading his legs as far as possible, “want help?”

You shake your head, “No, c’n do it.”

He chuckles meanly, “Oh, I’m sure you can.”

Whining, you part your lips and suck at the head of one cock before pulling away to do the same to the other. As you suckle the second head into your mouth, the first one kicks and drags a glob of precum across your cheek making your eyes flutter with a moan.

“Like getting messy don’t you?” he mocks, “don’t worry, you’ll get that facial you’re looking for.”

Moaning even louder, you suck his cock further into your mouth. As you suck one, your hands come up to stroke and massage the other dick before you swap again. You try to fit both heads into your mouth, but since they’re too big, you can only drool and lick across their dripping slits, lapping up all the precum he’s leaking.

“My pretty, pretty mate,” he croons, cat eyes gleaming as his tail slips down to curl around your neck.

Keening high in your throat, you sloppily suck one cock into your mouth while wrapping your fingers around the other, jerking him off slowly. His soft tail tightens like a collar around your neck.

“Come on, show me how good you can be,” he purrs, sharp teeth grinning at you, making your skin prickle with want.

Mewling, you let yourself get even messier, drooling and licking all over each cock, dragging your mouth up and down both thick lengths as you kiss and suck the blood hot skin. Both tips weep precum steadily, kicking and throbbing against your lips and chin, smearing a sticky mess across your cheeks.

He chuckles and grabs the cock not stuffed in your mouth to smack across your hollowed out cheek, “You seem to really like this.”

You hum in agreement and pull off with a wet pop to let him feed the other cock into your mouth with a groan.

“Suck me off,” he growls out, tenor low and strange making your nipples ache, “and while I’m creaming that wet little throat I’ll be covering your pretty face with a nice thick load.”

Moaning unabashedly, you eagerly bob your head faster, working your lips and tongue all down his dripping length until the tip kisses the back of your throat. With a soft gag, you pull off to catch your breath, only to quickly repeat yourself, being more mindful of your limit.

His big hand easily wraps around his other big dick, allowing him to jerk off in tandem with your messy blowjob. With a rumbling snarl, he snaps his hips up once.. twice.. and spills deep into your throat as he coats your face with his thick, sticky cum.

You have to pull off with a cough, cum dripping all down your chin as you try to swallow what you can. More of his sticky cum spurts from each tip to coat your lips and chin. He snakes his hands underneath your arms and pulls you up into his lap.

“Oh, now this I like,” he coos sweetly, “my little mate showing everyone who owns her.”

With a shiver, you grind down against his leg, “Leon, please.”

“Okay, okay,” he clicks his tongue and you catch a hint of animal skull around his eyes before he smiles at you, “let’s get you cleaned up and then I wanna eat you out til you squirt all over my face. Return the favor.”

He winks at you and with a laugh picks you up bridal style to carry you to the master en-suite bathroom.

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hi reddit! aita for

smiles at you!!! yes you are because

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rusty-phasma · 5 months

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can’t stop thinking about teacher Leon omg omg!!! (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

cw! teacher/student,, some suggestive wording too,, just me rambling LOL

The ‘stay after class for extra credit’ trope is lame and boring sorry... I need Teacher!Leon to be like a concerned father figure, always there for you and always making lame jokes in front of the class… no one laughs at them though!!

He’s the type to tap you on the shoulder when you’re taking a nap, taking bout’ some “you okay, kiddo? Didn’t sleep good?” like no dad… erm, I mean, Mr. Kennedy :3…

He ruffles your hair and gives you a special little nickname depending on your appearance, a name that’s special to you and you only. Cause you’re his favorite student! And he’d tell you too. “you know kid,” he would whisper, as if telling some big secret, “you’re my favorite, you know that?” he’d pass it off as teasing, but he SOOO means it. Especially with the stupid smirk he wears on his face right after.

Accidentally call him dad once and he chuckles, a knowing grin on his lips. He gets sooo smug about it too like, “Did you just call me dad?” SHUT UPPP!!! Like oh em gee old man please i’m burning up.

GOSH Death Island Leon especially fits this role. Like he just gives dad…

The other Leon’s that could pass as teachers I think would be RE6, Vendetta, and Infinite Darkness :3 Except Vendetta would be stricter and meaner, acting as if he doesn’t care about you (he totally does). You miss one of his assignments and oops you’re in his office spending hours in detention. He just scolds you the whole time, but eventually settles for some heavy petting while doing so,,,

He treats you like his child but also has some desires… constantly restraining himself from pulling you onto his lap like a little babe while grading papers (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞ gets his cock real nice and chubbed,,, he feels like a pervert for it too. Can’t help himself though! At the end of the day, he’s just a man </3

I would so be his little teacher’s pet… bring him apples everyday LMAO he’s like aweee for me? He’s like the cool dad teacher everyone likes, totally chill but strict when he needs to be. Do not play with him though omg he will humiliate you in front of the class I know he would!!

Gym teacher Leon Gym teacher Leon omg!!! Tells you to run laps around the field house and pushes you to your limit just to see you sweating and panting… sorry I would not survive..!!

ALSO AHHH RE2 LEON !! he’d so be a substitute teacher omg… closer to your age, real handsome and sweet,,, I like subby re2 but I can’t stop thinking ab him praising me for doing some good work ^-^ The students have to help him out a bit on courses sometimes though… little idiot…

sorry just a little rambling but guh in conclusion teacher! Leon is a need…,, (≧◡≦) ♡

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younger brother leon - 18+

cw: incest

fingering your cunt in front of the christmas tree while mom's in the kitchen baking pies or something.

"It's so nice having you two back home," you hear her call out.

you whimper, your head falling back onto leon's shoulder as he laughs into your neck. how she can't hear the sound of your pussy squelching is unbelievable.

"my cock is gonna stuff this pussy so good tonight when mom goes to bed."

his fingers curl into you and you're coming with a shout of his name, legs barely holding you up, pussy gushing over his hand.

"you better not be fighting in there!"

"we're not!" leon laughs, kissing your cheek while he pulls his fingers from your cunt. "so good," he groans licking them clean. "better than anything mom's makin' in there."

"dare you to tell her that," you smirk helping him lick off your cum.

"think she'll ground me from fucking my big sister?"

you groan and bite his lip. "let's find out," you laugh, pulling him towards the kitchen by his belt. "and let's also tell her what we did in her bed after you got accepted into the police academy."

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D-do you like paul dano's band too? 🥺👉👈

Also hiiii luvvv u :33

I LOVE LOVE LOVE MOOK. Broken Bee and Swiss Army Man have single-handedly kept me from killing myself these last three years. But if i had to choose a favourite song, it is maybe She Sings, i feel like Paul was really inspired by Thom Yorke’s works, not just with Radiohead. What’s yours??? :3333

Luvvv u tooo ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

God, i’ve abandoned this blog. College is killing me and i am i secure about my writing “skills” lol.

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Fuck i’m such a loser

Pairing: Android!Leon x Fem!Reader

Summary: You win a raffle at your work Christmas party and it turns out, it's a full size robot man with artificial intelligence. He can cook, he can clean, and he can pleasure you until your eyes cross.

Warnings: P in V, cunnilingus, creampie (but synthetic though), fingering, robot/human sex.

MERRY SMUTMAS!!!

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"You are now the proud owner of a robot built in the form of a woman. To all intent and purpose this creature is a woman. Physiologically and psychologically she is a human being with a set of emotions, a memory track, the ability to reason, to think, and to speak. She is beyond illness and under normal circumstances should have a life span similar to that of a comparable human being. Her name is Alicia."

"The Lonely." The Twilight Zone, created by Rod Serling, performance by Jack Warden, season 1, episode 7, CBS, 1959.

"Congratulations!" Your boss pats you on the back as you give him the winning raffle ticket. You didn't even want it. Your friend Alicia gave it to you. You stare, puzzled, at your boss and take a sip of your champagne.

"What did I even win?" You ask. There was nothing left on the prize table. Christmas music plays softly in the background, some rendition of Jingle Bells by the latest pop music group. The walls and office cubicles are decorated with ornaments and garland. Most of your co-workers are wearing Santa hats or elf ears or reindeer antlers. Eggnog flows like a river and everyone is somewhere on the spectrum of pleasantly buzzed to completely sloshed.

"You'll see! It's the best prize out of our raffle. It'll be delivered to your house tonight."

You give him a slightly worried look. "How big is it?"

He chuckles, some kind of in-joke you're not getting…"Well, you'll have to look, yourself, little lady."

You quirk your brows give him a confused look again. Your friend, Alicia, runs up and playfully hugs you. She's pretty close to sloshed. "Hey girl!! You won! I'm so, so, so happy for you!"

"What the hell is it?" You ask her, hoping she'll be less cryptic than your boss.

She just grins and giggles like a silly drunk. "You're gonna love it," she replies in a sing-songy voice. You narrow your eyes at her. She saunters away, socializing with the other employees. You shake your head and brush off the strange behavior, chalking it up to the alcohol. You mingle and interact with your other colleagues and enjoy the night. By the time you get home, you’ve nearly forgotten about your ‘prize’.

You’re sitting on your couch, enjoying a book when your doorbell rings. You raise your head and stare for a second at the wall, confused but then remember your boss telling you there would be a delivery tonight.

You open the door to a delivery man next to a large crate, easily over six feet tall. Good God, what is this? You ask yourself. The delivery man says your name as if asking you to confirm. “Yes, that’s me,” you reply. Your eyes dart between the delivery man and the mysterious crate next to him.

“Sign here,” the man says, holding out a clipboard to you with a delivery receipt with way too much tiny print for you to bother to read before you sign your name. You hand back the clipboard and the man moves behind the crate, tilting it back on a dolly and wheeling it into your living room. You’re shoulder deep in disbelief and too shocked to say anything. The man drops off the crate and wheels his dolly back out of your house. “Have a nice night, ma’am,” he says and heads back to his truck.

You approach the crate and study it. “Jesus, I’m going to need a crowbar…” You walk into your garage to find one.

It takes all of your strength but you manage to pry open the crate. Its front wall falls forward and you jump backwards, seeing a human standing inside the crate! “What the…?!” It’s a man…maybe twenty four. His hair is a golden blonde. He’s very muscular. He looks…alive though…You reach out to touch him. His skin is cold. Your heart races and you quickly feel for a pulse…nothing…Oh God! You look down at his wrist and find a thin smartwatch looking device. There’s a tag attached to it. “Congratulations on purchasing your new Artificial Intelligence Companion (AIC)!” The tag reads.

You step back and sigh with relief, realizing you didn’t actually get a dead body delivered to you. “Fuck...it’s just a goddamn robot. Thank God…” You read the other side of the tag, “please see the manual included with the packaging for complete instructions on how to use your new AIC!” You reach into the crate and pull out the large manual. You sit down on your living room floor, cross legged and open the manual to the first page:

You read the introduction to yourself, “You are now the proud owner of an Artificial Intelligence Companion or AIC - this one built in the form of a man. To all intent and purpose this creature is a man. Physiologically and psychologically it is a human being with a set of emotions, a memory track, the ability to reason, to think, and to speak. He is beyond illness and under normal circumstances should have a life span similar to that of a comparable human being. His name is Leon.”

You continue through the manual, flipping through it, fascinated and dumbfounded by it. You reach the Frequently Asked Questions page and peruse it.

FAQ

Q: Why is my AIC cold? A: Worry not! Your AIC will warm up to human temperature (98.6°F or 37°C) when you power the unit on (See page 10 for powering instructions).

Q: Can my AIC protect me? A: Yes! Your AIC is designed to protect all organic life from harm, but your AIC will NOT take action that will lead to the death of an organic.

Q: Can my AIC help me around the house? A: Yes! Your AIC is fully capable of taking over all housekeeping services for you! Just tell it which chores you'd like it to do! It can cook and clean and even do laundry!

Q: Can my AIC drive? A: No, unfortunately your AIC cannot drive a vehicle or operate heavy machinery due to federal laws. Although, our units are fully able to operate motor vehicles and follow traffic laws.

Q: Can I be physically intimate with my AIC? A: Yes! Your AIC comes with default genitalia (Penises for masculine AICs and vaginas for feminine AICs), however, you can contact our customer service to arrange sending your unit in to be customized with preferred genitalia. You may initiate sexual activity with your AIC by verbal command. Your AIC will participate in any desired sex act as long as it does not cause harm to any organic life. Your AIC will also reciprocate physically intimate gestures you give it unless you direct it otherwise (ex: if you kiss your AIC unit, it will kiss you). Penise size and vaginal tightness can be adjusted based on user preference using our app.

The last sentence sends you over the edge of weirded out and you close the manual.

You stand and look curiously at the robot before you. He is very handsome. You bite your lip as you admire his features. His hair is golden blonde and his face is chiseled and manly. You carefully reach out and lift his eyelid, gazing at his beautiful blue eyes. You notice how real his skin feels…if it can be called skin. You feel his big arms, strong and muscular…or at least they're built to look and feel that way. And feel real they do! You caress his biceps, appreciating how human-like they are. You feel the rest of his body over the clothing he came with: a tight gray t-shirt and black cargo pants. I guess he’s supposed to look like the rugged type, you think to yourself. His form is beautifully muscular. Your mind briefly wanders to the possibilities. You could have him cook for you, clean for you! He could even…you glance down at his crotch and swallow hard. You start to reach out to touch it, but stop yourself. It feels weird to grope a robot, even though he’s just a robot… Instead, you pick up the manual again, reading further. You discover that there’s a small button right behind his ear that needs to be pressed and held for five seconds to power him on. You reach back and feel for the button; it’s small and discrete, theoretically it would be nearly impossible to accidentally power him off. You press the button, but only for a second before pulling your hand away. “Nope!” You turn away and walk toward your room. “Can’t do it!” It’s just too weird to have a robot walking around your house.

You hasten to your bedroom and shut your door. “Too freaky,” you say to yourself aloud as you head toward your bed.

The next morning, you wake, having forgotten about your new houseguest. You walk into your living room and jump when you see your robot man, just where you left him, standing inside his crate, his eyes still closed. You briefly consider activating him…then shake your head and turn away, heading to your basement to fetch your Christmas decorations.

After a few hours, you have your Christmas tree set up and decorated with ornaments and lights. You stretch yourself up, trying to reach the top of the tree to put the star there. You can’t quite reach it…that was what your ex-boyfriend used to do…your heart starts to sink, missing him, especially during the holidays. You sigh and turn your head towards your robot man. He’s certainly tall enough to reach…

You take in a deep breath and blow it out, nervously. You reach behind his ear and press the button…

One…

Two…

Three…

Four…

Five…

You look at the “smartwatch” on his wrist that reads, “initializing…please wait…” The watch blinks a few times and then displays a QR code with the caption “while you wait, download our app and set up your account to control your AIC from your phone no matter where you are!”

You pull out your phone and scan the code which brings you to the download page. You sit yourself down on the floor again, crossing your legs in front of you. Disbelief lingers as you think to yourself, I’m really doing this…. You follow the instructions on your phone to set up the app. It's a very polished app and looks easy to follow. There are different modes, including housekeeping, maintenance, butler service, and personal care. The last category stands out to you. You're about to select it out of sheer, morbid curiosity when you hear a buttery smooth, deep, male voice.

“Hello, my name is Leon.”

You look up and see those beautiful blue eyes looking down at you. He reaches his hand down, offering to help you stand up. You take it and he pulls you off the ground. You stare into those soft blue beauties for a few seconds before you finally speak. “H-hi,” you stutter out, followed by your name.

“Nice to meet you,” Leon replies with a smile. His face is handsome and sweet; it's easy to smile back at him.

You take a deep breath and let out an awkward sigh.

“Is there something I can help you with?” Leon asks, he tilts his head to one side. His chest rises and falls like a real human’s would.

You swallow hard, arousal slowly building in your lower belly. “Um…could you help me put the star on top of the tree?”

Leon looks up at the top of your Christmas tree, almost as if he's unfamiliar with the entirety of the holiday. His software quickly searches the Internet for rituals surrounding this ‘Christmas’ thing. It's only a fraction of a second before he turns to you with a smile that could melt butter. “Of course.” He gently takes the lovely star from your hands and carefully secures it at the top of the tree.

Your heart warms as you watch him delicately apply the star to the top of your tree. His beautiful blue eyes return to yours once the star sits perfectly straight on top of the fake pine tree.

“Anything else, miss?” He asks.

You had planned to just turn him off after this; you planned to hide him in a closet somewhere, to just forget about the strange, robot man living in your house, but you feel connected to him now…everything about just shutting him down feels…wrong. I couldn't possibly, you think to yourself. You frantically search your mind for something else for him to do, another reason to spend more time with him, as if you need an excuse.

You have him help you cook, clean, and do laundry. He makes all these boring tasks less painful but more than that, you don't feel so lonely. He becomes a part of your routine. He greets you in the morning with breakfast and coffee then sees you off to work. He welcomes you home at the end of the day with dinner. Before long, you feel like you're falling for him. He's wonderful and so caring and one night, Christmas Eve to be exact, you can't help but lean in under the mistletoe hanging near the entryway and kiss him.

His lips feel so perfectly real, as though they are made from real human skin. His taste is uniquely his own, intoxicating and addicting. He returns your kiss with equal fervor and his strong arms slip around your waist, pulling you close to him.

A gentle moan escapes your lips, earning a chuckle from the android man holding you in his arms. Your hands run up and down his chest, thick and muscular. You're still amazed at how human he feels under your touch.

Leon lets out a moan himself, a low growl that starts in his chest, reverberating through his mouth, and into you.

“Leon…” you whisper gently between heated caresses of your lips.

He breaks the kiss briefly to reply, “I want you.” You quickly realize Leon needs your permission to move forward.

“I want you, Leon,” you reply and kiss him again, your tongue dancing against his; it's a beautiful mixture of organic and synthetic passion.

With your consent, he lets himself go. You're quickly lifted bridal style into his arms and carried to your bedroom and laid on your bed. His touch is electric, his fingers leaving sparks of pleasure all along your skin as he slowly lifts your top off of you. His lips attack every inch of exposed skin with heated kisses. His hands roam your curves, taking in all of you and mapping out your delicious body inside his digital mind.

Your panties are getting soaked, wetness pooling between your folds. Leon's arms slip underneath you and unclasp your bra, freeing your breasts from their confines. He drops his face to your already erect nipples and takes one into his mouth, sucking gently. His tongue flicks across the hardened bud, sending bolts of pleasure through your body. Your moans fill the air and only spur him on. His hand slides up your ribcage, leaving tingles along your flesh as it moves up to cup your other breast. He gives a gentle squeeze, just right and it draws another erotic moan from you.

His suction on your tit increases in intensity and your back arches, pressing your breast even tighter to his mouth. His hands caress your body, sliding down to your hips, squeezing them. His fingertips tease the waistband of your sweats.

You moan loudly. “Yes!”

Leon needs no further instruction, he slips your pants and panties off and tosses them onto the floor. “You're so beautiful,” he growls hungrily and licks a stripe up your wet cunt. “I'm glad to see how wet you are. I guess I'm not the only one who was hoping for this,” he adds with a wicked grin. You moan loudly in response, your cheeks flushed with a deep red. “I'm going to devour you,” he says, partly a threat and partly a promise.

His face dives in, taking your sopping pussy into his mouth. He sucks hard on your clit, flicking his tongue up and down on the sensitive bundle of overactive nerves. He lifts your legs onto his shoulders and moves his mouth down a few inches to shove his tongue inside your cunt.

You cry out, squirming under his hold on you. Your back bows off the bed, your body hinging at your pinned hips. Your head even lifts off your pillow. “Fuck!”

He's ruthless, his tongue jabbing into you and pulling the most deliciously erotic sounds from your lips. “Cum for me, my sweet,” he commands softly.

He doubles his efforts and brings his mouth back to your clit, sucking it hard. He holds your legs tightly over his shoulders as they attempt to flail around. You approach your orgasm quickly, arousal coating Leon's face while he continues to suck your clit.

“Oh God!” You tumble over the edge, climax ripping through you relentlessly. You gasp, taking a gulp of breath as your walls contract around nothing. You whimper his name as you ride your orgasm out.

“Perfect.” Leon pushes himself off the bed, standing straight up as he disrobes. His naked body stands before you; a beautiful work of art. His cock is fully erect and throbbing. You never messed with the settings, but fuck, he's big enough already. You salivate as he crawls back over you, his fat, long dick dragging over your thigh leaking precum on your supple skin. His lips claim yours again in a longing and hungry kiss. Your tongues dance together again as the tip of his cock teases your entrance. He coats himself in your slick then eases inside.

More unholy moans escape your mouth. Leon kisses you deeply as he begins slowly moving inside you; his thick cock strokes your g-spot. “You feel so good…God, you’re so tight!” Your eyes trail down and observe where the two of you are joined; your belly bulges slightly each time he buries himself fully in your vault. Your head sinks back into the pillow.

It dawns on you that you’re actually having sex with a robot, but from the way his cock is hitting your walls in all the right places, you can’t bring yourself to care. It feels like heaven to have him fucking you like this. Somehow, he knows exactly where to touch and caress you; he knows exactly how fast to thrust and which angle to take. Your pussy throbs as the massive cock impales you over and over again.

“You know,” Leon begins in a whisper, “I won’t cum until you do.” He reaches down and strokes your clit as he pounds you into the mattress. “That’s it, sweetheart. Let go!”

You gasp for air once more as another orgasm crashes over you. The room fills with the sounds of your pleasured cries and Leon’s name belting from your throat. Your walls clamp down on the cock thrusting in and out of you.

“That’s my girl,” Leon purrs. He sheathes himself deep inside you once more and empties his synthetic cum inside you, stuffing you so full, you’re almost certain you’ll feel it in your throat.

“Oh my God, Leon!” You cling to him, arms wrapped around his neck and sweat dripping down your body as you recover from your climax. “Fuck…that was incredible!”

Leon nuzzles your cheek. “Mmm, I’m happy to have pleased you.” He lowers his head to kiss underneath your ear. He removes himself from you and lays beside you. You lay on his chest and notice the fabricated sound of soft breaths and a steady heartbeat. His manufacturers really thought of everything…or maybe…just maybe…there’s a little more to Leon than just his gears and software…

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