First Time

A/N: Written for the person who requested it, I hope you enjoy it! synopsis: After you both confess that you are virgins in a game of truth or dare, Gojo offers to take your virginity. (afab reader, aged up characters, set during Gojo's Jujutsu High days)

You still remember the moment you fell in love with Satoru Gojo. It was when you had joined Jujutsu High and met him for the first time. You had met him outside by the koi fish pond. Coming from a non sorcerer family, you didn’t know anything about him then. Not that he was the strongest, a practical God on Earth, the honored one.

Not a damn thing.

All you had known then was that he was handsome and so you had made small talk to him the way you would anyone else as you two sat and watched the fish swim in circles. You enjoyed his kind and witty personality and had immediately felt at ease with him.

It was such a small thing but it had meant everything to him as well. You had seen him as simply Satoru and had spared him from all the usual awkward ogling. He had hoped as time went on that you wouldn’t change in your behavior with him as you learned more about him.

He was grateful when you still treated him the same and as a result the two of you had become close friends. Of course neither of you had crossed that bridge regarding your mutual feelings out of fear of rejection and ruining the dynamic the two of you had going.

Still, it was evident to anyone that knew the both of you that there were feelings there: mutual yearning and longing looks that when called out would be denied. Perhaps the two of you would have continued that way for who knows how long if it hadn’t been for Geto and Shoko that had suggested playing drunk truth or dare one night after coming back from a mission.

“Wait so you’ve never had sex?” Shoko had asked you as that had been your truth question to answer. You had foolishly believed that choosing the truth would spare you from any embarrassment.

“I told you the truth. I’ve never done that,” you had said, face hot.

You hated talking about this in front of Gojo. Both Geto and Shoko admitted to having lost their virginity, the former bragging about just how many women he had been with from the sister school.

“Well why haven’t you done it, yet? You’re very pretty I’m sure lots of guys would want to,” Shoko continued to press the issue.

Though you knew she didn’t mean for it to be embarrassing, the spotlight on your lack of sexual experience was growing humiliating. Luckily, Gojo, who seemed to always be in tune with your feelings, spoke up.

“So what if she hasn’t had sex? Leave her alone. It’s nothing to be embarrassed of,” he said.

You gave him a wry smile as thanks, the heat from your cheeks dying down.

“Well don’t leave us hanging, Satoru. You’ve been awfully quiet, what about yourself?” Geto asked.

You found that odd. Surely the two would talk about these things amongst each other, but Gojo was ever the mystery.

“I haven’t had sex either if you must know,” he said. Unlike you there was no shred of embarrassment visible in his demeanor.

“No way! But what about all those girls from the other school?” Shoko asked.

Gojo shook his head.

“I said I didn’t have sex not that I didn’t do anything at all. Now can we please move on to something else?”

Luckily, the alcohol in everyone’s system kept the mood light hearted and the other two were easily derailed to other topics.

Afterwards, Gojo walked you back to your room. He had his hand resting on his neck the way it always did when he was pensive. He stopped in his tracks causing you to do the same.

“Listen what I said back there, I meant it. You shouldn’t be embarrassed just because you haven’t had your first time yet,” he said.

“Thanks for that,” you replied a little unsure of why he was bringing it up now. His cheeks seemed a little pink but perhaps that was the alcohol?

“I just think your first time should be with someone special, don't you agree?” he continued.

“Yeah I feel the same,” you said. His next words caught you by surprise.

“So I want you to know even though there’s nothing wrong with it, if you- you know don’t wanna be a virgin anymore I’d be cool with helping you out with that,” he said. His stuttering was unusual for him, especially since he was usually so confident and well composed. He was a young man of conviction and that’s why earlier he hadn’t been embarrassed to admit he was a virgin because he believed in the sentiment of the first time being sacred.

“Are you offering to have sex with me?” you asked slowly, your mind not fully registering his words yet.

“If you want to. I just- look, you’re special to me. You’ve always seen me for me,” he said, closing the slight gap between the two of you. His hand cupped your cheek before adding, “am I special to you?”

Him touching you wasn’t unusual, as your close friend he had hugged you, ruffled your hair, and laid his head on your shoulder. All of these actions had always made your heart react and now was no different, in fact it only raced more alongside the question he had asked you.

“Yes you’re special to me Satoru,” you said in almost a whisper.

“Well I want you to think about it. My offer always stands. Shoko is right there’s no shortage of guys that would want to be with you, but I wanna be your first. You’re so special and important to me I wanna make sure you’re well taken care of.”

He planted a kiss on your forehead and wished you goodnight then, leaving you to stay up restless considering his offer.

First, your mind thought about how he could possibly be a virgin as well. He was a known flirt and had flings even if not serious girlfriends, but he wasn’t a liar so you knew when he said he was a virgin he was telling the truth.

Second, you wanted to be with him. You had always known that you had feelings for him so why deny him when he was offering it with good intentions? Despite it being the middle of the night, you called him. He answered on the first ring.

“What are you still doing up?” He asked, though his voice sounded just as alert with no hint of sleepiness.

“Couldn’t sleep,” you replied.

“Same,” he said laughing slightly and you were glad to know at least he was in a similar position.

“Listen about your offer. I agree,” you said.

“Holy shit, really?” He asked in both shock and excitement.

“Yeah, I just thought about what you said..” you paused, chewing the inside of your cheek before continuing.. “Am I really special to you?”

“Of course you are. I’ve never lied to you and I’m not going to start now,” he said seriously, and you believed him. You were silent for so long he spoke up again: “so do you want me to come over now or..”

Your cheeks felt on fire as you realized you hadn’t exactly called with a plan of action other than telling him you agree.

“I hadn’t thought that far,” you admitted.

“It’s okay. How about tomorrow night? That way we have time to prepare and think about it and everything,” he said gently and you were grateful at how he was trying to accommodate you.

“Yeah tomorrow night sounds good,” you agreed.

“Cool, so you wanna do it in my room or yours? I have no preference,” he said.

“My room if that’s okay,” you replied. Your reasoning was you’d enjoy the familiarity of your room and your own bed would allow you to relax without having to worry about somehow ruining his.

“That’s okay. I have some errands to run tomorrow but we’re still good for the night and I’ll text you to confirm,” he said.

“Sounds good, well goodnight,” you said a little hurriedly.

“Goodnight,” he said before hanging up.

Unbeknownst to each other, the two of you both struggled to get sleep that night as anticipation for the next night’s engagement.

—

“What’s that?” You asked Gojo as he showed up at your door at the time you had agreed upon with a medium sized pink paper bag in hand.

“Just some things to set the mood and things we may need,” he said walking past you into the room.

You closed and locked the door behind him watching as he started taking out white candles from the bag and placing them on your nightstand.

“That’s so thoughtful of you. I’m sorry I didn’t think of it before,” you said, shifting slightly.

Your prep had consisted of taking an ‘everything shower’ earlier and making sure your body was moisturized and groomed to your liking.

“Don’t worry about it. I want you to be comfortable,” he said, lighting the candles then going to turn off your electric light.

“Should we use a condom?” you asked suddenly, remembering.

“It’s your decision. I brought some in the bag if you want me to wear one,” he said.

He seemed to have thought about everything. You were grateful for his efforts to make you comfortable. You weren’t sure if you wanted to use a condom for your first time as you did want to be able to feel everything and you knew where you were in your cycle so the chances of pregnancy would be very low.

“We can start with one if that’s okay and see how it goes,” you offered.

“Sure, whatever you want,” he said, seeming indifferent about it.

You stood there and shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. He smiled at you and went to sit at your bed, motioning you to come sit with him. You did so.

“Sorry if this is awkward,” you said shyly, not meeting his gaze.

He lifted your chin up gently so you were forced to meet his eyes.

“It’s a learning experience for both of us. Don’t worry. Can I kiss you? That’s how it usually starts anyways,” he said.

You gave him consent by nodding and his lips were on yours. At first the kiss was soft and gentle, sweet light pecks that allowed you to get used to the taste and feel of him. They soon grew more feverish as you kissed him back. His tongue entered your mouth, lightly grazing the roof of your mouth.

“You taste good,” he whispered as the kiss broke apart a faint trail of saliva still connecting the two of you.

“You do too,” you said, already feeling a pool of arousal forming between your thighs. His lips moved down your neck, and it felt so sensual and eventually he traced that path back with his lips, his destination being yours once more. You felt him smile against your lips.

“Are you comfortable?” he asked, pulling away gently, his eyes ever so soft.

“Yeah, you’re a really good kisser Satoru,” you complimented him. He shrugged it off but you could tell from his smile and the blushing of cheeks that the praise meant a lot to him.

“Would it be okay if I took your shirt off? You can take mine off too,” he offered.

“Yeah that’s fine,” you replied and held your arms up as he helped discard your lounge shirt leaving you exposed in your bra.

“Wow you’re incredible,” he whispered in awe.

“Thanks,” you said, hoping he didn’t notice how red your face was getting before you added,”let me help you now.”

His white cotton tee was soon discarded, revealing his muscular torso. Instinctively, you reached out to touch his six pack and he shivered a little at the touch.

“Sorry,” you said, quickly dropping your hand.

“No,” he replied, taking your hand and placing it back where it had been, “it’s fine I like when you touch me.”

The sincerity in his words gave you courage and so you let your hands run down his chest, taking in the firmness of his sculpted figure.

When you looked up at him he was watching you intently with fondness in eyes.

“Can I touch you as well?” he asked.

You nodded.

His large hands went to cup your breasts, the nipples were almost seeping out of your bra from this gesture, and it was alluring to him. He wanted to take his time though, and cherish every moment with you.

You felt the same, and no words were needed as he kissed you again, still cupping your breasts through your bra. You sighed in pure bliss and you were really enjoying how you were both taking the time to become used to each other’s bodies and touch. Losing yourself in the feel of him, your hand rested at the front of his pants and you could tell he was hard already.

“Fuck,” he groaned, breaking the kiss apart as he felt your hand palming at his front.

“This okay?” you asked innocently. You knew he had done stuff before even if he hadn’t had actual full on sex so you were trying to lead by his example, not wanting things to be so formal or awkward.

“It’s more than okay, baby. I’m just worried I won’t be able to last long if you keep at that,” he said laughing a little before continuing,”here how about I start to prep you a little, yeah?” He tugged at the drawstring of your matching lounge pants.

You nodded but then felt embarrassed at the immense pooling you felt in your panties.

“Wait, Satoru-“ you said as he undid the tie of the drawstring.

“Something wrong?” he asked with genuine concern.

“I’m just really wet down there, forewarning,” you said.

He smirked at that.

“Good you’re supposed to. It’ll feel better for you that way, trust me,” he said.

When he felt your body relax, he undid the knot now fully allowing for you to pull your pants down. You appreciated how he allowed you to do it yourself, letting you make the decision. Your pants fully discarded, you were exposed to him in the matching baby blue set you had chosen specifically for him.

For Gojo, the curved shape of your ass and the soft supple skin of your exposed thighs were driving him crazy.

“You’re perfect,” he told you. He positioned himself so he was on his knees in front of you. “I’m gonna try something, let me know if you want me to stop.” His hand went to your sex, cupping it briefly before moving the fabric of your underwear to the side so he could feel and see your pussy.

“Satoru..” your breathing hitched, you weren’t sure why exactly you were calling his name but you knew you needed more of him. He seemed to understand.

“Fuck-you’re soaking,” he exclaimed. His eyes were fixated on your pussy and he was biting his lip. Taking one finger, he pushed through the folds gaining entrance.

You winced a little and he paused.

“It’s okay, just getting used to it,” you said, relaxing your body to make it easier. You felt long his finger gain full access to you and the sensation of it being inside you felt interesting and new. Yes, you had explored and pleasured yourself before, but it was much different when someone else did it. His digit felt much more prominent.

“Good girl, you’re so fucking good. I had brought lube in case we needed it but it seems like you have plenty of your own,” he praised, entranced by how you pooled around his finger, “let’s see if you can take another.” He took another long finger and put it inside of you next to the former, gently stretching you as he did so. Determined to make this a good experience for you, his free hand searched and easily found your clit, a bud behind the rose petal folds of your pussy.

“Oh my god,” you moaned as you felt him stimulate your clit and begin to buckle his fingers inside of you at the same time.

“Feels good?” he asked for feedback, though from the way your eyes rolled back in pleasure he was sure he knew.

“So good, Satoru. How are you so good at this?” you asked, succumbing to moans as his free thumb stroked your clit.

Truth was, he had spent his prep time reading up on female anatomy. Sure, he had messed around with women before but he was still a virgin and as a man he felt it fell on him to make the first time perfect for you. He had also watched some porn but when a lot of them seemed catered to men with unrealistic expectations and regard for the women he had turned to amateur couple porn and read erotica.

Of course he wasn’t going to tell you any of that though, despite what you may have thought he also got flustered around you.

“Gonna give you another,” he said, turned on at how putty-like you were becoming for him. The third finger didn’t go in as easily as the first two. “Shhh come on baby you can do it. Need you to take them, otherwise we can’t fuck.”

To help you relax, he inched up closer to you until his face was in front of yours, kissing you sloppily. Your hands went to his snowy hair, loving how soft it felt and earning you a moan from him. When the kiss broke apart, you felt more turned on.

“Hold on to me if you need to,” he said, pushing the third finger all the way in. Your hands gripped his shoulders and you sighed feeling the fullness of his three long fingers inside of you. “Good girl, I knew you could do it.” He began to thrust his fingers inside of you, mimicking the action of what was to come. All the while his free thumb stroked your clit.

Your moans became gurgle-like and you couldn’t believe how good he was making you feel from just fingers alone.

“Satoru, I feel-“

“You’re close, baby I know. I can feel it from how your pussy is gripping around my fingers,” he said. Your toes curled and you felt your orgasm coming as he kept the steady tune of stimulation.

“Ahhh..oh fuck,” you moaned, your words slurring as you hit your peak.

He chuckled as you laid back, breathing heavily and trying to collect yourself. You watched him suck on one of the fingers he had put inside of you.

“Want a taste?” he teased.

You shook your head, still breathing hard. That was so good.. too good. You hadn’t even orgasmed that good on your own.

“Satoru, promise me you’re a virgin too,” you said.

His eyes lit up at that.

“Was it that good? I promise I’m a virgin. I just read up on stuff. I want it to be good for you,” he said. His skin became rosy and you believed him, noticing his bashfulness.

You watched as he walked over to the pink bag he had brought with him rummaging through it.

“What are you doing?” you asked.

“Getting a condom,” he replied.

You had nearly forgotten about that. You remembered how good it had felt to feel all the ridges and skin of his fingers, suddenly you couldn’t think of anything worse than having that skin to skin contact blocked.

“Wait Satoru, I changed my mind. We don’t have to use one,” you said.

“Really?” he asked, excited.

“I just want to feel all of you,” you said shyly. He came back over to you, bending down like before to kiss you.

“Thank you for trusting me with that honor,” he said afterwards, his lips still lingering inches from yours. The intensity of his gaze and his proximity made you feel faint.

“Shut up, Satoru,” you said giggling both from nerves and at how serious he sounded.

“I mean it. I’ve meant every word of what I’ve told you. You’re special to me,” he said, then you felt him hook his thumbs underneath your bra, “let’s get you out of this pretty thing, yeah?”

He undid your bra easily and you helped him remove it, placing it on the floor. Your underwear soon followed.

For Gojo, it was everything he had ever fantasized about, having you laid bare before him.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered in awe but it was enough for you to hear.

Laying there completely vulnerable to him, you didn’t feel as embarrassed as you thought you would have. You chalked that up to him having taken various measures to make you comfortable.

He began to undo his pants, unzipping the front and pulling them down alongside his boxers to reveal his hard, long length.

You gulped at seeing how big and thick he really was. It was also veiny and the head was plump and pink.That was supposed to go inside of you?

“Don’t worry, baby. That’s why we prepped,” he said, seeming to read your thoughts.

“It’s so big, Satoru,” you said astonished, but you supposed it made sense he was just tall and big in general.

He seemed smug at that and came over to you again lining up in front of you.

“You ready? Just relax, we’ll go nice and slow,” he said.

“I’m ready,” you said.

You felt a slightly brief discomfort as his tip fettered through your folds into the plush entrance.

“Shh, how are you doing? Just relax like you did for my fingers,” he said gently, almost nurturing.

This was so much different than a finger however, it was thicker and wider and to think this was only the tip. He shoved a little more then sighed, a laugh of relief falling from his lips as his full tip was in.

“You feel really warm,” he said. He craved more of it, wanted his full length soaring inside of you already, but he knew in order for the sensation to feel good and be non invasive to you he had to take his time.

As for you, you enjoyed this new feeling of the sensitive skin of his head soaking inside of you.

“I want more, Satoru,” you whined, desperate to find out how his full length felt.

“Yes ma’am,” he chuckled at your mutual enthusiasm. With that, he gave you another, inch adoring the way your lips let out a delicate little ‘o’ as he did so. All the while you soaked him more and more as you grew more excited.

Another inch, another moan, all until his full length was finally resting inside of you.

You felt each unique ridge and curve of his penis and it felt amazing knowing you were the only one who had ever felt him this way.

“Satoru, it feels so good,” you whispered.

“You feel incredible too, like you were made for me,” he said, amazed and enthralled at how you fit perfectly around him. He bent down and kissed you passionately, still in this missionary position. The skin to skin contact with him felt divine, incredibly intimate as his chest smushed against your breasts. When the kiss broke apart he added: “To think it feels this good just to soak and I haven’t even started thrusting yet. I suppose I’ll start now, but please don’t hold it against me if I don’t last too long.”

“It’s okay, Satoru,” you said, assuring him. After all, it was his first time as well, you wouldn’t possibly hold anything against him performance wise.

With your reassurance, he began to thrust his length, giving you steady rhythmic strokes.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking warm,” he groaned. Never had he felt a pleasure this good. Your soft walls engulfed him in their warmth, the sensation could only be described as the same soothing feeling one got from standing near a fireplace. Your pussy was greedily clamping down on him and your bed had begun to squeak at the back and forth motion.

“Yes Satoru oh yes give it to me,” you whined, your legs wrapped around his waist bringing him even closer still and your hands went to his back desperately clawing at him.

“Fuck, don’t think I can last much longer even though I want to- ah oh you’re so fucking hot,” his voice sounded so animalistic as he was losing himself in the feel of it.

You moaned as he continued to fuck himself into you, his length hitting your sensitive spots.

“I’m close we never discussed it- where do you want me to finish?” he asked, voice pained as he tried to be considerate despite being completely out of his mind. “Baby, baby tell me where you want me to cum,” he continued, urgency in his voice when you didn’t answer him.

“Inside, Satoru, I want it inside,” you replied at last, forming words out of your moans.

“Ahhh fuck so good to me,” he praised. The sounds of wet skin slapping against each other, the bed spring creaking and your shared moans was enough to set him over the edge.

His hot fluid shot into you and he collapsed on top of you, careful not to crush you with his full weight. You stroked his hair as you both tried to catch your breathing.

You weren’t a virgin anymore, you had sex with your best friend who you’ve been crushing on for so long. It was enough to make your head spin.

“Did you like it?” Gojo asked, lifting his head to look at you. His eyes were vulnerable and you could tell his mood relied on your answer.

Luckily, you had enjoyed yourself and could tell him just as much.

“It was perfect. You really made our first time so special, Satoru,” you said truthfully.

“I wanna sleep here with you tonight. Would that be okay?” he asked.

You couldn’t think of anything better than having him sleep between the sheets with you. It would add to the intimacy of it all.

“Yes I’d like that,” you replied.

“Cool,” he said.

The two of you laid like that a little while longer. You traced shapes into the skin of his back and felt the rise and fall of his chest against yours.

When he at last spoke again he said: “I don’t just want to be your first, I intend to be your one and only.”

If your heart could smile you know it would at his words. You watched the wick of the candle drop the flames, an ever present reminder of the passion between you two.

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

5 stars ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Pairing: Re4!Leon Kennedy x F!Reader

Summary: Leon Kennedy is on his way to pick you up in 5 minutes.

Warning tags: SMUT SO NO MINORS, NSFW, porn with plot, car sex, roleplay of rideshare driver x passenger, ooc leon (he doesn't hit the car), masturbation (female), sex (p in v), public sex, creampie, image taken from google and edited by me

Author's Note: heeey, i had this on my draft sitting for so long and wrote this from 11 pm to 2 am, in a frenzy. i had so much fun writing, (not so much fun editing this picture let me tell ya), so i hope you enjoy it too!

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Leon Kennedy is on his way to pick you up in 5 minutes.

You blink at the message sent to your phone, confused. You had just finished a good walk in the park and could definitely walk back home, no biggie. The weather had been great, not too warm or humid. Your husband had other plans, clearly. You pinpoint your location to your driver, excitement growing inside of you.

Not even four minutes later, the black Range Over enters the park's gates, and you start giggling. Before getting in the car, you must laugh as much as you need, you think. If your husband was doing this, he had an excellent reason.

The car stops by your side, and you open the backseat door. Inside, a handsome and familiar face looks at you in the rearview mirror.

"Leon?" You hold back a laugh, simply giving a timid smile. Leon asks your name, and you confirm. "Would you mind if I rode in the passenger seat, Sir?"

Leon mumbles an inaudible "Not at all." You know just calling Leon "Sir" has already affected him. You close the back door, open the passenger's and jump right in. Leon is wearing a black baseball cap over his golden locks, and you control another urge to not chuckle. To complete the look, he wears one of his tight black shirts (which makes his chest looks huge) and the black pants you love on him.

Leon is staying in character: it is weird he isn't smiling at your presence, but you are to be blamed for this. He is trying, and it is your fault.

You were the one who revealed, while drunk, how interesting it would be to get fucked in a car by a rideshare app driver if, of course, he was Leon. You knew it was a silly fantasy, but Leon considered it a great idea to surprise you at the right time. And the moment finally came, when you left the house ready for a walk, wearing a green shirt and those tight pants.

"Is the AC okay, ma'am?" You are taken aback by how serious and smooth his voice sounds.

"Mhm, yes, thank you, Sir." But two could play into that game.

You can feel Leon staring at your gym pants, going up to your shirt and cleavage. You lied: the car was a little too cold, and your nipples, protected by your bra top, were starting to get hard, a fact that didn't pass unnoticed by your driver.

"Are you sure you are not cold?" Leon asks again, his blue eyes struggling to stay focused on the road.

"Maybe a little," You admit.

Instead of raising the AC temperature, Leon places his warm leg in your upper leg. Surprised by the sudden touch, you don't move as Leon caresses slowly.

"This help?" Leon murmurs, and you nod as his hand starts raising up slowly. "How do you plan on paying for this ride?"

"I have no cash on me. Or cards," You whisper, your body shaking with anticipation. Your eyes wander outside momentarily, not recognizing the empty road you are on and not even caring.

"I guess you will have to pay me in another way, then," Leon sounds decisive, a naughty smile playing on his lips.

"What other way, Sir?" You pretend to sound nervous, despite your body warming up.

Leon answers by firmly pressing his thumb against your clit, as the rest of his hands grab the middle of your legs. Bastard, who knew your body so well by now. He rubs circles through the fabric, an approval hum coming from his chest.

"I think this could work."

You moan back a frail "Yes," spreading your legs open so Leon can have easier access. Your worries about him hitting the car don't even come to mind: you would trust Leon with your life. And the windows are tinted, so fuck it. Your head falls back against the seat as Leon continues with the lazy strokes.

"Touch yourself. Pull your top up."

You follow as told, pulling your shirt and top up until your collarbone. The cold wind from the AC makes you wince a little, the seatbelt scratching against your bare skin. You don't mind, your nipples so hard Leon licks his lips with desire. He also notices your chills, and suddenly you have your husband back.

"Do you want to raise the AC, sweetheart? I don't want you to get sick, and my hand is quite busy down here."

You nod, raising the temperature before going back on, pinching your nipples, a fire spreading in your veins. Typical of Leon getting worried about you getting sick like he doesn't have his hand in the middle of your legs.

"S-sir...Leon." You moan desperately, and Leon grunts an answer. You think he might pull over any minute now, but Leon continues driving, despite his attention flickering between you and the road.

"Take your pants down. And your panties as well."

You take your gym pants down, together with your panties. When you place your feet into the seat, Leon momentarily loses control of the car, causing it to jolt to the left, but he quickly retakes control. You are going to be the death of him, spreading your legs like that, your body turned to him.

Fuck, Leon thinks. You look adorable, sexy, hot, spread like that, your pussy wet and ready for him. Your chest is rising up, and your face is heating up. He wants to stop the car and take you now, but Leon is committed to giving you what you want.

"Let-let me check" You hide a smile when Leon Kennedy stutters, but your smile disappears when your mouth turns into an "o" while he rubs his index finger, starting from your clit down to your entrance. He pulls in just the tip of his finger before pulling out.

Leon tastes his fingertip as if savoring it, making your stomach drop. You are so fucking glad you aren't driving this car, or you both would be dead by now.

"It should be enough as payment," Leon declares, not hiding his proud smile when he sees you even more embarrassed. He wanted to grab his phone and record it. Maybe next time, he thinks.

Without wasting any more time, Leon shoves two fingers inside of you. Your head goes back against the seat and the window, the cold feeling good against your warm skin. He rocks his fingers slowly, admiring your pleasure expressions.

"Look at the mess you are making on my seat," Leon says, smooth and proud. You look down, your wetness even more evident against the dark seat. Leon doesn't seem to care, pumping his fingers fast inside you.

"Leon," You moan, desperate.

"I know, sweetie, I know." It is your Leon back again. You barely know how your husband is holding up, keeping you safe as your eyes glance at the hard cock between his legs. Your hand tries to approach it, but Leon shakes his head, a blush rising on his cheeks. Not if we want to live, Leon thinks.

"It is about you now, okay? Be a good girl and touch yourself for me."

"O-okay." You sob. You take your fingers into your clit, rubbing in a circular motion, squeezing Leon's fingers even harder. You close your eyes, trying to focus on the knot on your belly. You are so close now.

"Open your eyes. Open your eyes, sweetheart."

You hear the command and obey, your eyes focusing on Leon's blue ones. He shares the attention between the road and your eyes. He is sweating, his other hand holding the wheel with his fists white. You want to touch him so badly, it hurts. Leon is panting now, jerking his fingers fast inside of you, your movements in your clit following the speed. You moan his name over and over again, finally releasing the knot in your stomach. You cum, tears in the corner of your eyes, as your head falls back. Leon only stops when your whole body just relaxes against the seat.

The car jolts when Leon finally pulls over and locks the car doors, but you barely seem to register a drunken smile on your lips. He pulls his fingers out, pulling them inside your mouth.

"This is my tip. Come on. Lick them clean."

You lazily lick his fingers back, still trying to catch your breath. When he considers them clean enough, Leon pulls his fingers out of his mouth, his eyes entirely focused on you and only you. Your Leon seems back, releasing you from your seatbelt to pull you into his lap. You can feel his dick against your ass as Leon rubs your back.

"You okay?"

"Mhmmmm. Where are we?" You ask drunkenly.

"I have no idea," He chuckles while you hide your face in his chest.

"That's why you didn't come in the walk with me, you were plotting, sneaky bastard."

Leon chuckles, letting you relax for a few moments. He looks outside the car for signs of human presence, but there is nothing, just trees. No other vehicle has even passed since Leon was driving on this road. He doesn't want to push you to do anything you don't want, of course, especially after how much energy you just used. You seem to understand, though, turning off the car.

"What are you doing?"

"Deciding for you. Come here."

You release Leon from his seatbelt, pulling him to the backseat. You finally kiss, Leon's body covering yours, his clothes reminding you he is too dressed.

"I probably won't last," Leon states apologetically. With his help, you undress him leaving Leon only with his black boxer briefs. Leon finally throws your bra and shirt far away. You want to argue those were your favorites, but he steals another hot kiss from you.

A car passes fast, illuminating Leon and your faces for a second before disappearing. It doesn't have to be an idiot to understand what is happening inside, especially with the now car's foggy windows. You pull his boxer briefs down, and his cock presses against your belly, causing you to chill. You lick your lips, adjusting your position in your backseat as Leon's forehead frowns.

"Hey. Don't worry about it: if it is the police, you can just show your badge and say it is a secret mission or something."

Leon chuckles, knowing you are probably right. He tries to say something, but you finally stroke his dick, just the tip, and Leon is trembling in your hands, his blue eyes glowing.

"Shit, sweetie, one second."

"We don't have much time, Leon." You argue, impatience. You wrap your legs around his waist with your back leaning against the window and the car seat. Leon stands kneeling in front of you, one of his hands at the window and the other holding the seat behind your head.

Leon enters you slowly, causing you both to groan. Leon is much louder than you, and the car starts shaking as soon as he starts moving.

"Shit, you feel so good. You liked your driver that much?" Leon teases, his golden locks rubbing your face.

"5 stars. Ri-right there, baby," You answer, holding him close to you. Leon knew precisely where and how to poke you with the right intensity. You try to stay silent, focusing on the noises of your pussy and Leon's groans. As his thrusts become harder without you even needing to ask, another car in a different direction passes, this time much slower, his high beam on. Leon notices your worried expression, pulling your chin back to look at him, and biting your mouth.

"Let them hear. I want them to see you are mine. Come on." Leon changes the angle slightly, and you scream, squeezing his triceps. He is thrusting so hard you can hear the car groaning. You forget about the existence of other cars and everything else, focusing your eyes on Leon's.

"S-so close," You sob, and Leon takes his hand to rub your clit. It takes two strokes until your body arches from the seat, shaking. You moan incoherently, while you close your hands in Leon's arms, as a way to keep you from passing out. Leon soon follows you, biting your neck as he cums deep inside of you, jerking his hips until the very last drop.

You two remain breathless. Leon's hair is damp with sweat, and he looks a mess. You kiss his cheek, looking at Leon's arm flexing so he doesn't put his weight on top of you.

"Are they gone?" Leon barely registers what you are asking, finally remembering the other car from earlier. He has to pass his hand over the window to take the condensations, searching. It seems that they left.

"They are gone."

"Bring me up, Leon, please."

He nods and gently brings you to your lap, still deep inside you. You just need a moment to catch your breath. You rest against his shoulder again, a happy and small smile on your face.

"Well, this tops the cowboy experience."

Leon chuckles, relaxing his head against the seat. When he starts feeling sleepy, Leon lifts his head, finding you already napping.

"I have to drive away soon, sweetheart. Before you fall asleep completely, why don't you wear your shirt and pants, okay?" You murmur something inaudible, and Leon smiles. He finds your shirt under his seat and your pants in front of yours and helps you dress, you more asleep than awake. Next, Leon pulls his shirt on and his pants, swearing low when he does not find his briefs. Guess he is going commando, then.

Leon leaves you half-lying in the backseat, placing your seatbelt before jumping back into the driver's seat. He gives you one good look, sleeping peacefully, before finding his cap on the floor and placing it on his head. It is time to take you home.

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fouyumixuri

1 year ago

Mr. Parasite

Dark!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, dirty talk, dark!Leon, stalker!Leon, daddy kink, non-con touching, dub-con, DARK content, kidnapping, stalking, drinking, perv!Leon, choking, fingering, threats, dracryphilia, watching porn, masochism, mentions of knife play, unhinged behavior, p in v, creampie, reader is 18+, horror movies, takes place in the 90s yikes

A few days ago you had snuck out with a bottle of smirnoff and your new bikini to the motel pool. A handsome stranger approached you -you never caught his name. But his slight drawl, a head of blonde hair and a red blooded smile made your belly feel even warm. When he sat by the pool to watch you swim you got sloshed way quicker then you’d planned. Sipping in between shy glances and giggles. It felt nice to have an older guy look at you like that. Until you woke up in his motel room, kidnapped.

Wrote this while listening to Parasite by Siiickbrain.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ♡ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ When you heard the man come back into the motel room you lifted your head from your knees. You had curled up in the very corner with your back to the wall for security. The stale air of the room burned in your nostrils. Your eyes were itchy and red from crying.

A week ago you were on a family vacation, a roadtrip through different tourist traps and landmarks. A week ago you were grumpy in the back seat, staring out the window at the endless stretch of dry, caramel colored desert on either side of you. Wishing you were back home with your phone cord coiled around your finger. Giggling with your friends on your messy bed, doodling hearts in a dELIA*s catalog. Wishing you were back on the lip of the tub painting your toes, as you waited for your annoying kid brother to get off the tv.

A few days ago you had snuck out with a bottle of smirnoff and your new bikini to the motel pool. The cool night air had lapped at your skin, made you feel tingly and warm when the alcohol hit your belly. A handsome stranger, he never said his name, came up to you with his slight drawl, a head of blonde hair and a red blooded smile. It made your belly feel even warmer when he sat by the pool to watch you swim. You got sloshed way quicker then you’d planned, sipping in between shy glances and giggles. It felt nice to have an older guy look at you like that. With interest, with something like desire.

Until you woke up in his motel room, kidnapped.

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Leon took a seat on the edge of the bed looking down at you. “You’re really such a cutie. Can’t tell you how much fun I had taking you away from mommy and daddy. I’m sure they're all worried sick, probably calling the police or something.” He leaned down to your level, making you jerk back. “Do you think they’ll bring the police dogs trying to sniff out your scent? Do you think they’ll go ‘arf! arf!” He sneered, cooing at you condescendingly.

Your eyes widened then narrowed at him. Even though tingling fear washed over you, you grit your teeth. “Sick bastard.”

Leon grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked it so you faced him. “Aw, is the little princess getting upset with me? You can try to hurt my feelings but you can’t say I’m not a fun sick bastard. How else am I supposed to get my kicks if I don’t kidnap little bitches like you?” he played up his mocking words with a sinister chuckle. “Now get over here and let daddy have his fun.”

Your hands were shot out to hold your roots as he dragged you up to the bed by your hair. Wincing hard, you glared at your kidnapper. You wanted to spit in his damn face, feeling stupid for not realizing how empty his eyes were back at the pool “Daddy? You’re fucking gross.”

“Hey calm down now, princess. I think you need to listen to what daddy’s telling you. You don’t want him to get angry, do you?” Leon reached down to push you back onto the bed, looming over you. “This won’t take long, I promise I’ll take you home, so behave, okay?”

You scoffed at him, a paper tiger flashing its teeth at him. You were shivering in your white bikini, the fabric was tacky and uncomfortable from a week of wearing it. Your skin felt cold and dingy. You scurried back on the bed when he tried to lean over you. Your heart pounding hard in your chest.

“Now, now princess.” Leon chided, grabbing your arm and pulling you close so he could sit his entire weight down on your legs. “I need cooperation, so don’t go wasting daddy’s patience by being difficult. Just lay down, sweetheart. Don’t be scared, I'm not gonna hurt you too bad or anything.”

A lie. A total lie. A buzzer in the back of your head was going crazy, alarm bells ringing off. This guy was a complete and utter liar. His deep voice smooth as leather as he pretended to be soothing. He tipped your chin with his hand to divert you as he pulled down your bikini top. Exposing your breasts to him. Leon groaned in pleasure at the way your breath caught, fear curling in your chest. “There we go, princess.” he let the flimsy strings fall away. “Look at those pretty little tits, god- You're probably a tiny bit grown up from the last time I saw you, aren't you?” He smirked.

Your face darkened in humiliation, suddenly your cheeks felt like they were on fire. Your hands gripped at your top uselessly, trying to keep it up. Your breathing kicks into overdrive. He was too quiet as he let you fight to keep yourself covered. He didn’t do anything else yet, your embarrassment treat enough for now. “What;s your real name, pretty? I know you didn’t give me an honest answer last time we talked.” His fingers gripped your jaw roughly, digging into the hinge, making it open for him. “Let’s hope you're smarter than you look this time around.”

His fingers were digging your cheeks into your molars through the skin, you swallowed thickly. His smile was full of venom, and you wanted to cry. How did he know you were lying? “...It’s Jane.” you lied again. He already got you to a second location, you were as good as a jane doe now. If he believed you this time or not, Leon didn’t show it. His eyes flitted between yours, studying you.

“Jane, huh? I think I’ll just keep calling you princess, Jane.” Leon rolled the fake name around in his mouth like chewing tobacco before he spat it out after use. He turned your head side to side, appraising you. “Now, Princess or Jane -whatever, what exactly were you doing by yourself at a motel pool in the middle of the night? You didn’t think that was a dangerous thing to do, or?”

“Uhm, I was just swimming.”

“Why were your parents not with you?” his fingers worked on slowly peeling off your bikini top, not letting you hide further. “Or did you slip your little leash, Jane? Did you wander off and do things you're not supposed to?” Your kidnapper seemed to give a knowing chuckle at that.

“You really should be more careful, Jane. That’s how you get into trouble, you know.” He was smiling, sounding like a concerned bystander, like he had saved you from yourself. He repeated the fake name like a hammer to a nail in your coffin.

You felt a flush of anger, your eyebrow furrowed. You had just wanted to swim and drink a little! A few moments away from your dad sawing logs in his sleep. A few moments from the annoying little ping ping ping of your brothers gameboy as he stayed up late beside you, the screen like a lamp light under his blankets. Your nostrils flared at this asshole’s condescension. Like it was your fault he snatched you! “Yeah well, I wasn’t expecting a psycho like you to be out there.”

“A psycho?” Leon raised an eyebrow, yanking your top off and tossing it aside. “Whose the one who decided it was a good idea to swim and drink in the dead of night with no one around to watch you? That’s what I call a psycho, Jane. You're a psycho. I was lucky finding your stupid little ass.” Leon snorted, with an accusatory snarl of his lips. He sounded delusional, his hand pawing at your ribs as he tried to laugh it off. But you felt a little win that you’d gotten him to crack from his smug act. You could tell deep down there was a rift in his bravado. Something very insecure and pathetic underneath. “How old are you again?”

“How old are you?” you snapped back, sneering at him. Your throat felt raw and tight, like a small dog that had been yapping all day.

“I’m 34.” he chuckled, “guess that makes me an old man in your eyes, huh?” His hands moved to one of your breasts, shaking his head. He squeezed and kneaded your breast, pushing his fingers into the fat of it harshly. He sounded like he was talking to himself at this point. You became blurry, only your tits clear as day in his mind. “What should I do with these? Should I squeeze these pretty tits til they're sore? What would little Princess [redacted] do then?”

Your eyes went wide, your stomach dropped as your kidnapper said your real name. You hadn’t told him what your real name was. Your blood ran cold as you tried to say something.

Goosebumps raised over your arms as he grabbed and squeezed your breasts. You were frozen, heart thumping in your chest. Your name…you heard it but it was like your brain had refused to believe it. Leon’s lips moved around the letters and sounds, but your ears just rang. Drowning out the world.

“W-what?”

“Oh that’s right princess. I know everything about you.” He dragged his eyes away from your chest, realizing his slip up. Your kidnapper laughed it off casually. “You know me too, I think you just need a little help remembering who it is that’s making the demands here. So I'll be a nice boy and help you remember.” Leon’s other hands joined the first to squeeze your breast together and watch them bounce when he let go. Over and over, kneading at them like stress toys, he sighed heavily. “I have to say, these are the best things you could have ever done for me, doll, they really are cute.”

You felt a sick chill run down your spine as he said your name again. He talked about your breasts like you’d grown them for him, that you’d consciously made the choice for them to fit perfectly in his large hands. It made your stomach churn. You wanted to bat his hands away, kick, scream. “How do you know my name?”

“I know everything about you.” he repeated with a rough squeeze, “I know your parents, I know the things you're interested in, I know about the people in your life. I know the name of your first pet, so sad when it ran away hm?” he soothed his hands over your nipples, feeling them grow tight against his palms. Leon let out a shaky breath of anticipation at finally getting at you after all this time. You felt your stomach dip as he just…kept going. He relayed details about your life. Intimate details. That a man you happened to meet a week ago shouldn’t have known. You could barely register his groping hands, your own fingers shook.

“Who…who are you?”

You wanted to cry.

Uproarious laughter rose from his belly. “You don’t know, do you? Did you forget already, princess? I know you aren't that stupid. And I think I’ll just keep squeezing these and playing with those cute nipples till you remember who I am.” He brushed his thumbs over your nipples, bruxism making your jaw pop. He grinned as he spoke, voice light and playful like this wasn’t sick. “I know you know, come on now don’t make me have to pop you in the jaw. Try to remember.”

“We’ve never met before the pool, I don’t know you.” You initiated, shaking your head. Your eyes staring up at your kidnapper’s strong features. His voice like gravel in your ears. You feel dizzy, breaths leaving quicker then you could suck in air. Your body writhing under him seated atop you. The hot ache in between your legs making you unable to sit still any longer.

“Silly, silly girl. Of course we’ve met before. I’ve been watching you for a very, very long time.” Leon shook his head, gaze on your taut nipples as he rolled them between his fingers. Tone gentle, but fingers rough as he gave them a tug. “Don’t make daddy mad now. Spare yourself the trouble. I know you know who I am.”

Leon’s had reached down and began to drag your bikini bottoms down. Your hand flew out to stop him. Thighs pressed tight together. Your wide doe eyes wild and scared. You felt frustrated and confused. Your brain was reeling and his hands were not helping.You shook your head, willing your brain to think. Because you had no idea who this man was! He laughed at this, hand stopping just over your mound, he wasn’t going to let you stop him from taking your bottoms off. He could see your white swimsuit sticking to your pussy already. You probably didn’t even realize how wet you were already.

Leon was giddy as he watched your face twist and turn the color of a heart shaped lollipop. He finally wrangled your bottoms out of your hand and slipped those off too. A gruff sound leaving his throat as he looked at your dripping cunt, clit swollen like someone had been sucking on it. Leon wanted to smack it til you cried. His tenor grew lower. More husky, less patient. “I’ve watched you, darlin’, many, many times. We’ve met more than once. Do you understand me?”

Your eyes scanned his face, hands clutched over your body. You sniffled, eyes big and watery. You shivered in the motel room air, the static of the crt tv sounded deafening in the silence. His hands slid up your legs, ignored you clit to cup your tits again. Realization dumped a bucket of cold water on your head. “You’re…” you tried to find your voice, “You're the guy from the video rental place…”

You didn’t recognize him at first. It had been years. His hair looked different, longer. His face was more rugged and matured. Your heart sank. You knew him. But only in passing. When you ‘d rent horror movies with your friends at the video store.

Leon barked a laugh, with a big grin. He spoke slow and sickeningly sweet, mocking you. “That's right, princess. I am the guy from the video rental place. Good girl, you're starting to remember now. Now…I don’t want you to tell me any more lies, okay? Daddy will handle everything..”

His thumbs circled with your nipples, making you arch up off the bed. Your fingers gripped the sheets hard, grinding your teeth as little noises came out of you. “okay , okay fuck- yes, I remember you!” you whined pitifully. Your breathing grew shorter and shorter. The motel sheets were scratchy and uncomfortable against your back. Leon stopped laughing, his expression settling into a cold smile that didn’t reach his eyes. He almost sounded proud as he praised you. Dipping his mouth to suck one of your nipples into his mouth. “Can you tell me something, princess?” he asked, drawing his tongue over the hard bud. Making you jerk.

“What?”

“What’s your favorite horror movie?” Leon held his hand up to your cheek, his fingerless gloves warm with your body heat. You almost got whiplash from how fast you jerked your head away from the soft touch. Leon didn’t seem to care. When you didn’t answer, too busy biting down on your tongue to stop the moans rising up. “Come on now, can you really not think of your favorite movie right now? I know it’s a tough questions, but daddy really wants to know.”

Your words choked in your throat as Leon swapped to your other nipple with a wet pop. He was sucking too hard, it ached. His grip tightened on your tits. “Uh, s-scream?”

“Oh princess, that’s not the right answer.” He patronized, smile slipping off his face. His playful tone turned stern and disappointed. Fear curled like a pin worm in your heart. It was impossible to think until he pulled away and pinched your nipples roughly. “Try again. What’s your favorite movie?”

You whimpered, “it’s- it’s Misery.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear, princess. That’s a good one. You’ve got good taste in horror…for a little girl.” his grip loosened somewhat, Leon pulled away with a devious grin. You could feel the rush and tingle of his touch still. “It’s funny, that’s your favorite movie, because you're kind of living it right now. Misery it is.”

Leon got up, dropping down into the motel room chair in the corner. Flicking on the crt tv and flipping through channels without another word. Shucking off his leather jacket and gloves.

Your shoulders slumped to the bed in relief. Trying to calm your ragged breaths. Your eyes followed him around the room, the tv filled the room with a high pitch noise. You sat up carefully, chest feeling puffy and sore. “W-what are you doing?”

“Just turning on a show. Oh my god, this one is such a bad movie.” Leon laughed at an action film. flipping channels one after the other, throwing out casual comments. Finally landing on a horror movie. He made a big sigh of satisfaction, “ah now that’s more like it.”

You raised an eyebrow, your heart beating out of its chest a few moments ago was now squeezing tight. You felt awkward, he was acting so casual, like it was just another day. You bit your lips, looking at the movie on the screen, the picture jumping occasionally as the cable was spotty all the way out here in the desert. You curled in on yourself, watching your kidnapper carefully. He looked a bit older, with a little smirk on his face. His muscular body relaxed with his thighs spread wide in the motel chair.

“Come here.” he motioned with two fingers.

Your belly swooped as you approached him, cautious as a cat. Standing awkwardly by his chair, shifting your weight between your feet. You kept your naked body, half turned away from him.

Leon scooted himself up in his chair to make room for you between his legs. His head propped up on his hand. You realized what he wanted and you grimaced. There was barely any room there, you’d have to sit on his lap. You turned away as you saw his hand not so subtly adjust his cock in his pants. “I won't hurt ya. hurry up and come sit, princess.”

You settled slowly, and reluctantly into Leon’s lap. Something like sufferance filled your stomach like lead. A dark twist in your gut told you that by taking a seat atop your kidnappers knee you were settling yourself into something much more sinister than just the lap of this parasite.

Leon falls quiet for a while he even keeps his hands on the armrests the whole time. You don’t dare turn to check if he’s actually watching. Your back is straight as an arrow. You're tense and self conscious of the way your ass is practically on his dick. It’s not even hard, Leon is just hung. His jeans are full of him. The tv lulls you into relaxing a little after about an hour. It's getting hard to keep the rigid posture up. Leon’s breathing is soft behind you, almost like he’s dozed off. It’s like he has a sixth sense, soon your eyes drift to the motel room door, his hand is reaching up to pet your hair. Running his fingers through the tangles in it, sending tingles through your scalp at how gentle it feels.

When you sigh and tip your head back a little, his hand slides to your thigh. His hand gripping the dough of your inner thigh, his thumb rubbing. You refuse to look, but you feel the way it's stroking your thigh. Getting closer and closer to your pussy. Your hands grip your knees hard when his thumb traces your clit. The movie has ended and a new one starts. You stare at a woman being chased by a psycho guy on the screen. It’s not one you’d ever seen before. Looks low budget. You will the hair trigger that is your arousal away.

He’s playing with your clit like that til it’s swollen and throbbing. Your slick is gathering between your pussy lips. Your face is bright red when it begins to drip onto his pants. Leon cups your hot pussy with his hand fully and you gasp.

“How do you like the movie, sweetheart?” he whispers hotly in your ear. You force your eyes open. Leon runs the digits between your folds, back and forth. Gliding, smooth as silk catching your wet hole.

“I-It’s okay.”

“Hm, what’s happening on screen? Can you describe it for me?”

Your panting, Leon can feel your pulse against his palm. You squint at the tv, “the killer is…chasing the girl…he’s got a knife.”

You keep watching, you realize why you’ve never seen this movie before. Because it’s not a normal movie -the killer chases the girl to an abandoned cabin. She hides under the bed. Only to get dragged out and slammed onto the mattress. He holds the girl by the throat as he’s ripping her panties in half. Smacking his cock on her tiny clit, nestled in the girl’s curled dark pubic hair before he’s forcing himself inside her with an animalistic growl. Your face goes red, belly quivering with nerves and arousal. It was porn. Dark porn. You look away but Leon is grabbing your jaw, digging his fingers in your cheeks and making you watch. A laugh rumbled in Leon’s chest, his fingers swiping over your swollen bundle of nerves with your own juices. “Mmh, what’s happening now, tell daddy.”

“He’s…he’s-” a whine blooms from your throat, thighs quivering. Drinking in the sight of the killer on screen wrapping his hand around the girl’s throat to pull her back onto his thick cock. “He’s fucking her and he’s c-choking her-”

And Leon wraps his bicep around your throat, pulling you flush against his chest. Actually copies the porn on screen. You’re swallowing hard, gripping his hard muscles, nail’s scratching.

Leon groans at the way your pussy gushes onto his pants. He knows you like it, he’s pinching your clit with his fingers and rubbing it faster and faster. Just like how you do when you touch yourself, oh god. Your kidnapper groans deep in his throat. “Fuck that juicy pussy is soaking me baby, know youre close. Know youre gonna cum for me soon.”

“Hnnn, oh, god, I can’t-” can’t cum? Can’t hold it? Can’t breathe? You don't know but Leon seems to understand. He keeps rubbing your clit. It feels so good, so much better than your own hand. Your thigh’s shake, your cheeks are so red as you squeal. Your hips can’t escape him, rocking forward into his hand, backward into his crotch. His breath is ghosting hot over your ear. “Fuck, see how he’s using her? See how he’s just using her to jerk off in, sweetheart? He’s pounding her like he owns it -like it’s been his all along -like he was just waiting to break in that slutty pussy.”

“Leon!”

You cum hard, thighs shaking hard as wave after wave of hot pleasure washes over you. Your body goes taut then boneless in his lap, finally relaxing against him as he pet’s your pretty little clit.“There it is, atta girl.” Your eyes are heavy, you can’t even move as Leon lets off the pressure on your neck to pet at your hair. Brushing it from your flushed face. You bury it into the crook of his neck. Desperate for comfort after coming apart as the seams.

Leon’s hold you around is tight as a straightjacket, smiling into your hair. Chest filling with pride at your little slip up. “That’s right, princess. Knew you’d remember me.”

He’s lifting up your hips to rub his leaking cockhead through your folds, forcing you to suck in a lungful of air. You moan wantonly as he smacks your clit with his cock, exactly how the killer had in the porn. It felt like jolts of pleasure shot up right into your veins. You couldn’t breathe as he pushed the tip into your slick hole. The little pop as he breached your muscles making you scratch and cling to his arms.

“Oh fuck- it’s so deep,” You shake as Leon’s buried to the hilt inside you, seat in his lap. Your eyes water. He’s not even moving and you feel close to cumming again. Leon pulls out only to sink in again slowly. Your thighs tremble, his hands wrapping around them to rock you onto him. His huge cock is spearing you open, his hips humping up from the motel chair.

“So fucking tight, princess. You sure I didn’t just swipe your little v-card?” He laughs, but Leon sounds breathless and he’s holding onto the fat of your hips for dear life. You can feel his eyes tipped up, looking at your face as your back arches pretty for him. Bouncing you on his lap, his eyes feel like the muzzle of a gun against your temple.

“Mmh, Leon- Leon, leon, gonna cum! Cumming-” your voice is shrill and virile. Youre dripping down his balls, staining to motel chair as he fucks up into your squelching cunt. He can feel your walls throbbing around him. Squeezing him rhythmically when he hits deep inside you. You grip his hair, yanking the blonde strands when he keeps trying to bump your lips together. You don’t want his disgusting affection, you want his cock. You want the head grinding into your g spot, wringing pleasure from your body like you’d never felt before and oh God -Fuck this parasite of a man, fuck this kidnapper.

“Oh yeah? I’m a parasite, baby?”

You realized you’ve said it aloud, and he just fucks you harder. Grunting, voice thick and gravelly, he sounds wrecked. Your cheeks flush and you grip onto him. He wraps his arm around your throat again, laughing when you clamp down on his cock and moan uncontrollably. Another orgasm trainwrecks your mind, and your eyes roll back. Your kidnapper growls, throbbing inside you, like your orgasm wasn’t supposed to make him cum. But it does and he slams into your cunt to pump hot sticky release deep inside you. You slump against leon, room spinning like it did at the pool. Leon’s pressing a dirty, spit filled kiss into your mouth before you can protest. You sit there and let him roll his thick tongue around in your mouth. He kisses you like he needs you to survive. Like without you he’d quickly shrivel and die. And maybe Leon does need you, if not you then some poor other girl. He needs someone, his kisses turn slow and sweet. You don’t kiss him back, but he doesn’t seem to notice, whispering love into your open mouth. Your eyes coldly stare up at the ceiling. It feels like a fly hovering in your ear.

I’d never hurt you, baby. I can’t live without you. I love you. I need you. I. Love .You.

A parasite always needs a host.

Worship || Naruto Uzumaki x fem!rzeader

A/n : Prompt 24 of the Smutember 2023 ( So in this AU Naruto never was the Hokage, why idk😂 )

The list of prompts is HERE

Smutember 2023 Masterlist ⚜

Warnings : woshiping, oral fem!receiver, soft sex, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

Masterlist ⚜

I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Word count : 930

He had always been alone. Alone against everyone. It was painful and even though everyone said that would kill him, it didn’t. Even more he never thought a single time about it. Time passed and the scars started to heal. He managed to forge links with people that for him became friends, family.He lacked only one thing, well.. more someone.

A special someone, he has never thought about when he was younger. He didn’t try to look for one either. After all, his life had been pretty hectic. But then again in the midst of this even going storm you appeared out of nowhere. Like a little leaf brought by the wind. Well, “appeared” is a bit exaggerated because you’d known each other for quite some time now, he just didn’t notice you the way he now does. But don’t worry though because now he knows how to make up for this.

Today was like any other day, when you would both find each other in the throes of passion. It was during those moments he would just remind you how much he cherishes you and how grateful he is for having you in his life. And he knows exactly what to do to worship you like the deity he thinks you are. And it always begins the same way, with a long and slow making out session but well your other lips, if you see what I mean.

He’d go from holding you close to his chest, to having his head between your thighs. His fluffy blond hair tickling your soft skin. He would stay here for a little moment, a minute maybe less, when you’d feel his breath fanning against your heated core. Then slowly he would lean in and give your clit a series of soft and loving kisses. It immediately gives you goosebumps everywhere. Then he would dip his head further and give your sensitive folds a long lick from the bottom and back to your clit, where he would gently flick his tongue.

Don’t think this happens in perfect quietness though, he is going to slurp every drop of that sweet nectar he loves so much, besides each time he tastes you he groans against your wetness as if he just tasted something orgasmic, and gosh it was. His licks only aren’t enough to gather enough in his opinion, so after what seems like a blissful eternity he would incline his head on the side and fond your tight entrance with his eager tongue. His hands would find a good purchase on your thighs as he pulls you closer to him. His tongue swirls against your quivering hole and then just like this he would slowly and tantalizingly push it inside, trying to scoop as much of your juice with it.

You’re not controlling any more sounds that come out of your mouth, your legs tighten around his head, almost choking him, but he couldn't care less. Please choke me more. He is so hard at this point he doesn’t even know what is preventing him from cuming right away against the edge of the bed, where he had been grinding his swollen cock since he started eating out. The friction against his skin is so delightful he meowls against you, sending even more vibration against your core.

He keeps caressing your sides with his hands, even with his mouth occupied he tries to prays you, but his words come out a little bit muffled “Sho good mmh”

And when he finally notices how you begin to tense under him, how your clit harden he encourages you “Come on… hhha give it to me Y/n. Come for me”

He is pleading at this point because he too is on the verge of coming. And suddenly just like he asked you you come in his mouth, he keeps lavishing your abused cunt to make you experience your pleasure longer, sucking and licking eagerly at everything you are giving.

Then once he is sure you’re done he pulls away, his face glistens with your juice, but his expression is one of pure pleasure and near climax. He quickly moves up until his hips rest between your legs, you can feel his hard length pressing against your center. With a glance he makes sure you are willing to accept him inside you and then he slowly plunges his needy member inside your soaked entrance.

His hips are working with a steady rhythm but he knows he isn’t going to last long. So he tries to pour his love inside you with each stroke he gives you. It’s not long before he clings to your body as he feels his balls tensing suddenly. He pushed forward one last time to be fully sheathed inside you as he spills his seed deep inside you “I love you. I love you. I love you” he repeats like a mantra, holding you as if you were his life line. And in moments like this you literally were.

Of course he is going to help you to the bathroom after, make sure you pee and help you clean yup with a warm cloth, but for now he just wants to enjoy the closeness and the intimacy of being in your arms. His cock starts softening inside you and you both let out a shaky breath. You’re both sated now. Your fingers are mindlessly drawing patterns on each other’s skin and you can’t help but think that next time you’re going to be the one worshiping him. A good thing that you bought a fluffy pillow not so long ago.

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fouyumixuri

1 year ago