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Leon in the Wavemother’s robe from BG3 :3

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sedate me

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leon roommate au part 2 :) pt 1 is here

warnings: 18+, leon being pathetic, begging, worshipping (?), degrading kink, masturbation, dom/sub, reader is dominant. a bit of overstimulation.

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leon’s behavior only got worse as time went on.

it was a one-time occurrence, and he never intended it to repeat.

but it did.

one, then twice, then three times.

what made it worse was that he was still leon, still the boy you considered your best friend. he was sweet, considerate, always bringing you your favorite pastry from the lounge, always helping you with your studies. he couldn’t only imagine how you would feel if you knew how perverted he had become.

it all came to a standstill when you came back early from class.

leon had reached a new low—now, instead of using your clean, fresh underwear to huff while jerking himself off, he had graduated to using the pair of underwear you had worn the night before.

he just couldn’t help it. once you left the room, he saw the light pink fabric of the lacy panties with a bow on the front, just sitting in your hamper, begging for his attention. he fished it out, mouth watering when he saw the slightly darker fabric, right were your cunt would be pressed against the clothing. you must’ve been wet at some point during the day, because the fabric was still slightly moist.

oh, god. this was a dream come true for your sweet, innocent roommate. almost like an animal, he brought the panties to his face, sniffing the scent of your vagina, licking the wetness that tasted like honey on his tongue. he was so caught in the bliss of finally—finally tasting you, he completely ignored how hard his cock was. he let out a soft groan, still knelt by your wicker basket of dirty clothes, pressing the panties into his face as though it was the most delectable thing in the world. his lust was something else entirely now. obsession? maybe. all he knew for sure was that he was deeply in love with you. and that he was absolutely, horribly pathetic.

his tongue lapped at the remains of your sweet nectar, desperate to taste every last drop, hopelessly and shamelessly, to the point that he almost even felt guilty for being such a creep.

he was so lost in the heavenly sensation of your panties, that he didn’t even hear the door open. all he heard was the drop of a backpack, snapping him out of his haze, snapping his head to look at where the thud had originated from.

your face alone sent a sinking feeling into his stomach.

your eyes were wide with shock, brows raised and mouth fallen agape. those beautiful lips that he loved so, so much, hanging open in surprise (and maybe disgust? he was far too horny to be able to read anything right).

“leon?” was all you stammered out. you had noticed some of your underwear going missing, only to return to your drawer the next day. but leon? leon would never. leon was sweet, he was gentle, caring, and not at all disrespectful or dirty. or were you just not paying attention? had you been so absorbed into idolizing him that you forgot he was, at the end of the day, a man?

and yet, there he was. your roommate, your study-buddy, your crush, your best friend—with a pair of your panties in his mouth, lips open and tongue resting on his bottom teeth. there was no way.

“oh—fuck.” was all leon could say, swallowing hard, the adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he did. his mind was scrambling for some sort of sorry excuse, but nothing could come to mind. he was far too lost in his hormones to be able to form a proper thought. and to make it worse, to have him watch you in the act? it sent a throb to his cock.

that’s when your eyes fell from his face, to his erection, which was blatantly visible through his joggers.

“what… the fuck.” your mouth was dry, shock taking hold of every ounce of your being. he had never been creepy with you, never crude or lewd. hell, you’ve never even seen him checking out any woman.

“i’m so… so sorry!” leon finally came to his senses, dropping the underwear and nervously chewing his bottom lip. “i-it’s not… i, i mean, it’s not what you…”

“what are you doing?” you slam the door behind you, bounding over to him and swiping the panties from the floor. “were you… are you stealing my underwear?”

leon shook his head vehemently. “no! no, no, i swear!” it was true. he hadn’t stolen your underwear. merely sniffing them and jerking off… which is not any better, really.

you frowned, an obvious sign of disappointment. “is that why my underwear randomly goes missing for a day, only to show up the next? oh my god. i cant believe it. you’re a perv! you’re… you’re a total creep.”

he flinched at your words. despite the burning sensation of shame, your words sent a wave of arousal through him. he had never suspected he was into degradation, but…

you could tell he was even more turned on, his cheeks growing even darker, as if it were possible. “oh my god. you like that?” you scoff, crossing your arms with a smug expression, brows creased.

all he could say was, “i’m sorry.” in his defense, he really did seem sorry. he was almost on the brink of tears, looking like a lost puppy on the floor, still on his knees. “i-i’m sorry.”

“leon…” you say slowly, as if weighing the odds. okay, you did have a crush on him, and of course you had lusted after him ever since you met him. and it was a little charming, seeing him so desperate and pleasing at your feet. eventually, you found the words you wanted. “beg.”

his eyes widened. “beg?” he repeated, trying to understand what you mean.

oh. oh!

he clasped his hands together. “i’m sorry. i’m sorry, please, please forgive me. please. you don’t know how sorry i am.” his voice was wavering—he was being serious. despite his serious desire to please you, he was also painfully aware of how hard he was.

you smiled at him.

his heart fluttered. how absolutely precious it was to him, to see you smile, despite how much you ought to hate him.

“oh.” he whispered, looking up at you in adoration, waiting for your next command. eventually, a moment of silence, he hopefully asks, “so… you aren’t mad?”

maybe you should be mad. he’s invaded your privacy, he’s violated your very innocence. and yet… he looked so sweet when he looked up at you with wide, glassy eyes. and now was the time to live your dream, right?

“leon. if you really want me to forgive you…” your eyes scanned his body. he was knelt on his knees, hands held together. his shoulders were slumped, hopeless, degenerate. and between his legs, his throbbing erection painted a slightly dark stain on his gray sweatpants. you held out the pair of panties in front of him. “keep going.”

keep going? his heart skipped a beat. he didn’t even question you. he snagged the panties from your hands, pressing them into his face, his tongue dragging across the slightly sticky fabric, the tangy taste like heaven. and now that you were watching? he felt like he was going to blow up, his cock almost hurting from how hard he was. his left hand pressed the fabric to his face, his right hand fishing his thick hard-on from his pants. his movements were slow, embarrassed. there was no doubt about it— he was shy.

despite his shaking fingers, he slipped his cock free from its confines, and his eyes watched you as your tongue licked your top lip.

pre-cum seeped down the tip, sticky, his veins throbbing from neglecting his desires for so long. he let out a muffled cry as his hands slowly pumped his shaft. it was only them that you spoke again.

“you’re so pathetic. hold out your hand.” you commanded, arms crossed. leon followed your request, holding his hand out.

you spat onto his hand, gracing him with your saliva to jack himself off with. he let out a sigh. “oh, god… thank you. thank you,” leon stammered, immediately going back to pumping his thick, throbbing manhood. the feeling of spit—your spit—slicked up and down his dick was insane. “so—so pretty. oh, god, you’re so beautiful, i… fuck, fuck… i-i’m so… you’re so perfect…” he felt like he could bust right there, his balls twitching from the intensity.

“please… can i… can i cum?” he begs, eyes wide and looking pleadingly at you for permission.

“but you just started,” you raise a brow, grinning as you looked at him. “you can’t stop now. keep going.”

leon let out a high-pitched whine, jerking himself off faster, only to slow down once more, his breath heavy and uneven. he could feel your gaze on him, almost is if you enjoyed watching him torture himself.

but god, it felt good. better than when he touched himself all alone. he had no idea shame could feel so good.

“please. please, i… oh, god, i can’t do this much longer,” leon whimpered, sniffing and huffing your panties like he was running out of air. he let out a series of low cries, his hips beginning to buck sloppily into his fist, his pace growing uneven. he moaned, pleading, “please. please, i-i can’t… i…”

you felt a stirring sensation of guilt for making him torture himself. but you’d be lying if your panties weren’t soaked right now… which gave you an entirely new idea. you reached under your skirt slowly, thumbs hooking the sides of your panties, pulling them down slowly.

his eyes were wide. as if he knew what was going on, he dropped the panties he had previously been sniffing.

stepping out of the underwear, you took the fabric in your hands, placing it on your palm before shoving it into his face. he gasped, licking ferociously at your soaked panties, as if it was your pussy itself. he couldn’t take it anymore. the taste of your fresh slick was enough for him to cum, his seed shooting onto the floor, spilling on his knuckles. his moaning and crying was muffled by the panties you held on his mouth, but his eyes rolled back, and his hips were stuttering, thighs quivering.

“god, you’re desperate…” you mused, watching his orgasm tear through him.

leon babbled something that you couldn’t quite understand as you pulled the panties from his face, dropping them to the floor. he was quick to scoop up the underwear, holding it in his hands like a precious jewel. drool dribbled down his chin as he came down from his high, arguably the most intense orgasm of his life.

you just smiled at him, shaking your head. “you’re forgiven.”

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my beloved

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Had a thought and had to make it a reality

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he has such a special place in my heart

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thank god he’s stocked up on kickass AND bubblegum 

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dude fuck it like put that twink in a playboy bunny suit

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canon is whatever i want it to be

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pretty boy - josh futturman x reader <3

going back in time was weird. granted, everything was weird. but seeing your boyfriend in women’s lingerie? weird. but also weirdly sexy.

content warning: 18+!!!, oral (male receiving), praise kink, hair pulling, a bit of choking. josh wearing lingerie in that one episode has me in a chokehold. not proofread so just ignore any mistakes lol

“fuck it, i’ll do it,” you grab the bag off of the asphalt, exactly where tiger dropped it to chase down wolf.

the bag was filled to the brim with silky robes and lacy panties, corsets and garters that would dress your curves perfectly. josh grabbed the bag out of your hands, a mortified expression on his face as he exclaims, “no! no, you can’t, that’s… no, no way.”

your lips curl into a frown. “josh. it’s for the future.”

“wh-f-fuck the future! no! you’re not… i’m… let me do it. i’ll do it.” your boyfriend’s face contorted into a conflicted expression. he looked into the bag, at the lingerie. his lips pressed into a thin line, an evident sign of a thought process emerging from his brain. he finally looked up, putting his hands on your shoulders. “i’ll be right back. love you.” he pressed a kiss to your cheek, before dashing off behind a bush and behind kronish’s house. you just watched, left standing on the sidewalk with an exasperated expression.

would that shit even fit on him? he did have a thin waist. sure, most of your clothes fit him. but he had never worn your lingerie, or underwear, or bras. although the thought of your boyfriend wearing lingerie was… exciting, in a strange way.

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after what seemed like a million different people running into kronish’s house, tiger being one of them, josh finally ran out.

wearing… a set of silky lingerie.

“josh?” you couldn’t help but stare at the man in front of you. he was wide-eyed, sweat clinging to his forehead, his hair messy, as though he had been jumping through windows or crawling around on all fours. best of all, a shade of coral lipstick was smeared across his lips, smudged across his chin.

he smiled, a fleck of lipstick on his front tooth. “we gotta go, i can’t be seen wearing this,” josh huffs, reaching to your shoulders, an attempt to take your jacket off.

a familiar warmth stirred in your belly as your eyes lingered onto his body, a corset clinging to his chest and a pair of leopard-print panties, making his bulge very prominent, as well as thigh garters hugging his legs. a feather boa was draped around his neck. and fuck, he looked delicious.

“uh.. what?” he looked at your strange expression. your cheeks were lit a flame, your pupils blown, and your mouth suddenly dry, along with a fluttering sensation in your lower stomach.

you stared a moment longer, causing heat to erupt into his face, a blush spreading all over his pale body. “wh-what?” he looked like a deer in headlines, his sweet brown eyes wide, his hands fluttering over his crotch almost self-consciously.

you snap out of your lustful fog, shaking your head with a comforting grin. “no, no, you, uh- you look good! uh, too good. hot. fuck, we have to get you in different clothes, i think i’ll actually have a conniption.” you shed your jacket, throwing it around his shoulders with one last glimpse at his body, soft and kissable, wrapped like a christmas present.

“what?” your boyfriend was dumbfounded, but you could see his pupils blow with the realization that you were into this. he stuttered, “yo-you what? you mean, you’re, like… turned on, right now?”

you grab his hand, hastily pulling him down the sidewalk. he struggled to keep up with your stride, his breathing growing heavier by the moment.

“you’re seriously, like, you’re into this? right now?” josh stutters, trying not to overthink, his eyes fixated on the ways your hips moved in front of him.

“how—how could i not be?” you scoff, practically sprinting towards the futturman house.

“slow down, i-it’s hard to.. fuck,” josh kicked off his heels and began running barefoot behind you.

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“god, why do you look so good?” you grumbled, helping him into the window of his—or, his uncle barry’s—room. you climbed in behind him, tumbling onto the floor.

josh’s cheeks were bright red, nearly the color of the lipstick that smudged across his lips to his cheek. “i-i didn’t know you were into this kind of thing,” he stammered, holding his hands out to help you stand, like the gentleman he is.

however, as you looked up to grab onto his hand, you were met with the mouth-watering sight of his half-hardened cock pressing against his leopard print panties, a wet patch along his tip.

suddenly, you didn’t feel like getting off the ground anymore.

“you like seeing me like this, don’t you? god, you look so fucking pretty, josh,” you murmur, hands on his knees, trailing your fingertips up his thighs.

josh’s legs trembled under your touch, as sensitive as he always was. “i-ah… yes, yes…”

you hooked your finger under the garter belt, pulling the elastic band back and letting it slap against his thigh, eliciting a soft gasp from your boyfriend.

“please,” josh whimpered, his cock now fully hard in a pair of panties that could barely contain his excitement.

you shift closer, sitting up on your knees and looking up at him. his big, brown eyes were wide, eyebrows knit together and lips slightly parted. you stared into his doe-like eyes as you drag his panties down to his ankles, only breaking eye contact to look at the throbbing, leaking cock in front of you.

you’d never get tired of seeing josh like this—and you’d certainly never seen a prettier cock than his. his tip was flushed a beautiful shade of pink, weeping precum, dripping down to the veins that adorned his shaft. another throb of arousal shot through you at the sight.

“oh, f—oh, my god, please,” josh whined, his hands pulling your hair out of your face, “need you—s-so bad…”

“be patient, pretty boy,” you murmur, dragging your tongue along the inside of his thighs, eliciting a sharp gasp from him.

you pressed a series of open-mouthed kisses to his thighs, leaving a trail of hickeys only for you to see, before finally dragging your tongue against his heavy balls, grazing the underside of his cock before reaching his tip, tongue swirling the drop of precum that seeped from his slit.

“oh, mmph—oh, y-yes—“ josh released a series of gratifying moans, his fingers curling in your hair so tightly that it invoked a stinging sensation along your scalp. “feels… so good, oh, god… doing so g-good…”

your mouth enclosed around his tip, tongue along the underside of his shaft, encompassing his dick completely into your warm, wet mouth, until your nose was buried in his tuft of public hair and his tip prodded at the back of your throat.

his lips parted to an O shape, his thighs trembling as he tried desperately not to buck into your mouth.

“mmm…” you hummed against him, the vibrations sending a wave of pleasure through josh’s veins. your hand teased his balls, gently caressing them as you bobbed your head back at a mind-numbing pace.

your name fell from josh’s pretty red lips, a string of praises following, his hands still tightly wrapped in your hair as he guided your mouth, careful not to gag you.

he was so considerate, even when his cock was stuffed in your mouth.

“soo—so good, fuck,” josh cried, his bottom lip catching between his teeth as his glassy eyes watched you with blown pupils.

you hummed again, allowing him to push your mouth down and back up, pulling your hair just enough to send goosebumps along your skin. your pace gradually increased, bobbing along with the rhythm he created, every movement causing a whine or a whimper from josh.

“i’m close, fuck, can i…? i—mmm, oh, god, let me cum in your throat, please,” he cried, his stomach contracting and his cock throbbing in your mouth. his legs stuttered, hips beginning to twitch and shudder, meeting your mouth half-way with sloppy thrusts.

“mm—mhm,” was the only response you could muster, drool dribbling down your lip and down your chin.

the vibration of your voice only amplified his orgasm, causing him to push your head against his cock, messily fucking into your mouth as his dick twitched, releasing spurts of hot cum down your throat, choking and gagging you.

“so—sorry, i’m-im so—oo sorry, mmmphh!” josh moaned, eyes rolling back as he choked you against his cock before pulling out, tip still seeping cum onto your chin, a string of semen connecting his slit to your lips.

you gasped for air, swallowing and taking deep breaths, hands holding onto his thighs for support.

“holy—shit, a-are okay? oh, god, i’m sorry, it just—f-felt so good,” josh knelt down, his hands wiping away the sweat on your forehead. his fingers were shaky as he tried to clean your face, eyes wide with worry and cheeks flush from his orgasm.

“i’m—fine…” you breathed, nodding before raising your hand to his cheek, thumb swiping at the smudge of lipstick, “you’re… so hot.”

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babe wake up new hyperfixation dropped

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tumblr will swat me if i post the full thing 😔

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You see his parked car as you enter the back door of the Pizzeria. It was unlocked, which is something you weren’t quite expecting. Mike must not have locked it yet. With a quick glance at your watch, you think of his shift. It’s just a few minutes after midnight, when his shift starts. He must be running slightly late, or perhaps he simply forgot to lock the door. 
Either way, you pushed it open, the heaviness of the door creaking as you stepped inside. The hallways were lined with photos, posters, even drawings, and the smell? The smell was strange; It wasn’t exactly clean, but it was kind of a mixture of bleach and pizza layered with dust. He had gotten the job on a whim, in an old and decrepit pizza place. It certainly was weird, but Mike was desperate for a job.
You held a bouquet of roses and sunflowers in one hand, and a box of homemade heart-shaped brownies in the other. Hopefully he remembered it was your 3 month anniversary.

(anyone else’s josh hutcherson obsession come back with the fnaf movie or is that just me)

contents/warnings: 18+!! nsfw, porn with a crumb of plot, overstimulation if you squint. reader is afab, no pronouns used, no use of y/n.

You weren’t sure how you ended up with the flowers and brownies on the floor of the security office, and you certainly weren’t sure how you ended up pressed against Mike in the storage closet. 
You breathed slowly, steadying yourself. 
Mike stood behind you in uncomfortable silence, awkwardly trying to move, causing something in the closet to shift, making a slight clanging noise. 
“Mike!” You hissed between your teeth, urging him to stay still. 
You were pressed against the door, your rear against his groin. The closet was full of useless tools and other miscellaneous objects, so full that you could barely fit with the tall man behind you. 


Leaving the closet wasn’t an option. You could hear the distant footsteps of an animatronic not too far from the door. 
You held your breath, slightly shifting against him. 
He inhaled sharply. “Don’t—“ He groaned, “Please, stop moving.”
You whispered back, “If I stay pressed against this door, it’ll open, I have to!”
You felt something poking your thigh, followed by Mike trying to shift backwards once again, but only making a vacuum nearly tip over. He grabbed it, his other hand on your lower waist, attempting to steady the both of you.


“Michael!“ You whispered, stilling yourself as you heard footsteps growing closer. 
You could barely breathe. 
The footsteps were heavy and loud, thunder against the linoleum. 
Your attention switched back to the poking sensation on your inner thigh. Almost as if on queue, Mike let out a soft exhale, a sigh on the brink of a whimper. 


With a rising heat in your stomach, you realized what was happening. You became suddenly and acutely aware of Mike’s hot breath against your neck. The footsteps slowly faded, thankfully, because you decided to crane your neck to look at the man behind you. 
“What’s going on down there?“ You whisper teasingly. 
Mike’s jaw clenched, his hands tensing on your waist. “Shit.”
You slowly shifted your weight against him, pressing against the tent in his pants. 
He bit his lip, closing his eyes, stifling a slight moan. “You’re doing this now?”
“I really can’t think of a better time to do this,” you retorted, your hands drifting to his. 
He pressed a long kiss into the corner of your mouth—it was all he could reach in the complicated position. 


“Is that why you wore that skirt I like so much, then?” Mike breathed, pressing his nose against the crook of your neck. “Exposing yourself for me?”
You felt the rising sensation grow more intense, your legs shifting uncomfortably underneath you. You bit your lip as Michael’s hands found their way to your hips, slowly drifting lower onto your thighs, and hitching up your skirt. 


The stuffiness of the closet was almost unbearable. It was hot, the air was thick and heavy, almost as heavy as Mike’s breathing as he unbuckled his belt, letting it hang at his sides. He muttered under his breath. “We’re about to die anyways. Might as well come out and say it.”

You turned to look at him, only for his lips to crash onto your own. He muttered incomprehensible words between your lips, most of them curses. “God—Damn, you’re so…” He breathed heavily. “Fuck, fuck, I…”
You palmed the erection in his jeans, feeling it throb under your hands. 
Michael finally worked up the courage to say, “Fuck, I love you.”
You stopped, and your boyfriend stared at you in almost disbelief. “You… Wait, what?”
“I… Uh, sorry. It just came out, I…” Mike swallowed hard, moving his hands from your hips to buckle his belt again, figuring he just killed the mood.

“Michael,” You reached behind you, grabbing his hands and placing them on your thighs, “I love you.”

Mike’s breaths quickened, his mouth finding it’s way to the sweet spot on your neck. His left hand squeezed your thigh, the right one exploring your chest with a newfound velocity. 
He mumbled words into your neck, “Fuck, I love you, I’ll show you how much I… God, you’re so…”

His hips bucked against your ass, grinding against you with ferocity you hadn’t seen in him. Wetness gathered between your thighs, spreading to his jeans, the friction nearly driving both of you insane.

It all came to halting standstill when his watch began beeping. 
“It’s… It’s 6.” Mike huffed, his hands leaving your side and clicking his watch. “My shifts over.” 
He buckled his belt with shakey hands, and you groaned. “Fuck.” You fixed your hair before exiting the closet. 
Walking back to the office, where you stood a moment longer, you picked up the flowers. You turned, seeing Mike still eying you like prey. Hunger lingered in his gaze, his lips slightly parted as his eyes raked over your figure, before landing on your face.
“Fuck it.” Mike breathed, taking off his belt, lifting you up and setting you on the table. 
“Mikey—“ You yelped, silenced by his mouth on yours. His hands unbuttoned his pants, dropping them to just below his knees. His throbbing erection made your mouth water, the familiar heat in your core growing even hotter than before. 


Before you could even register what happened, he pushed your panties to the side and rubbed his tip against your slick, breathing almost feverishly. He buried his face into your neck, sucking and biting, murmuring some words into your skin. 
“Michael! Mike—“ You groaned, biting back your cries (and failing miserably). 


He suddenly pushed as deep as he could inside of you, pulling out and thrusting again at a harsh and deep pace. He was far more excited than you had ever seen him. 
Mike huffed into your neck, before slamming his face into yours. He moaned into your mouth, “I—Love you,” he groaned, slapping noises filling the office.

His pace grew sloppy, his hips stuttering against you and slapping against your inner thighs. It didn’t take long for you to reach your high, tightly clenching around him, causing him to choke on his words and gurgle some incomprehensible sentences. Your eyes screwed shut, letting out a shaky moan, you lost yourself in the pleasure rippling through your body, sweat covering every inch of your body.

Mike didn’t let up, still thrusting into you, chasing his own pleasure. “I—I love you. I love…” He interrupted his sentence with a moan, “Say my name. Please, tell me you love me,” He moaned again, his mouth sealing on your neck. 
“Fuck—Fuck, Michael, I love you. I love you more than anything in the goddamn world, Mike, please, come for me, I love you—“ 
He a stuttering groan, he finally let himself loose, spilling inside of you, hips still thrusting to milk every drop out of him.

He slowly dragged his dick out of you, giving you one last sloppy kiss. “Oh, my god…” He whimpered, weakly pulling his underwear and jeans back up. “That was…”
“Shit.” You breathed, wrapping your arms around him as your caught your breath. For a moment, he simply held you there, panting and trying to gain back a semblance of energy. Despite his scruff pricking against the side of your neck, you held him as well, taking in his sandalwood cologne and the smell of sex filling the air.

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knife prty by deftones is ethan landry btw idc

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You’re Leon’s roommate at police academy. When you’re out at class and he’s by himself, he notices your lotion on your dresser.

content/warnings: pre-re2, nsfw, masturbating, perverted! Leon, 18+, porn with some plot.

Leon sat at his desk in the confined dorm room, elbows against the wooden table and his hands on his forehead as he sighed. He had been studying for 30 minutes, and he felt like he deserved a break. He sat back in his chair, blonde hair falling against his forehead as his eyes scanned your half of the room. You were relatively tidy, and you respected his space (which he was very appreciative of). However, his gaze fell to your lotion on your dresser. The cap was open, laying on the side as his eyes scanned the little bottle. His dark desires clouded his mind, the thought of using it for intimate purposes making his breath become labored.

Against his better judgement, he quickly stood up and grabbed the bottle of lotion, sniffing it for just a moment, the scent flooding his scenes and memories of you pouring into his mind. You were beautiful, everything he wanted in a person. Not to mention how wonderful you smelled.

His eyes caught a glimpse of a piece of lace caught in the drawer of your dresser. Once again, against his better judgment, he opened the drawer and fished out the pair of black lacy panties. Fuck. His mind reeled with images of you in those panties, imagining the various ways you would pose for him, the many ways he would bend you over and push the panties aside, pounding into you relentlessly, how he desperately wanted to slam into your abused cunt until you were sobbing and begging for more, until you couldn’t walk.

He shamelessly brought the panties to his face, inhaling the clean scent, his nose pressed against the fabric. His tongue darted out from between his lips to lick at the fabric, his entire body on fire at the mere thought of how perverted the situation was. After grabbing your lotion, he mindlessly sat on your bed, his hand cupping his growing erecting in his gray joggers, huffing the smell of your panties as if he was going to run out of air. He squeezed his heavy balls to the base of his cock through his clothing, his face on fire with need. He shamelessly moaned as he touched himself, his moans muffled by the panties he pressed against his face, drooling just a little on the fabric.

He finally pulled his cock free of the clothing, it’s heavy tip flushed pink as a spurt from pre-cum coated his slit, his finger rubbing the slick back and forth, a heavy moan caught in his throat. He squeezed the lotion onto his hand.

You would be back in the dorm at any moment now, but he was already too far gone. His mind was reeling, imagining the various ways you would react to him on your bed, his face against your lacy black panties and his hand on his cock. But he couldn’t feel shame anymore, not when it felt this good.

His hips met his hand with a stutter, his eyes closed as he began stroking himself with his hand coated in lotion, his face against your panties. The same panties he had seen poking out the waistband of your jeans, the same panties that touched your wet core. He huffed against your underwear, his cries muffled by the fabric that got the privilege to be between your legs.

Leon’s bottom lip caught between his teeth, grunting as he stroked himself faster, the feel of your lotion making him lose himself completely.

“Fuck,” He sputtered, unable to think of anything except you, his mind stuck on the image of the panties against your cunt, sticking to the wetness he wished he could create. He fisted his cock faster, the image of your legs spread open and his name falling from your lips heavy in his mind.

To feel the underside of his cock against your tongue, the tip nuzzled against the back of your throat… His hips stuttered again, bucking into his hand with a loud squelching noise, the aroma of lavender lotion filling his senses. He felt himself teetering towards the edge, his hips bucking to meet his strokes halfway, breathing in the lace and wanting nothing more than you.

His eyes fluttered, his moaning growing more feverish and his lips uttering your name in a truly pornographic way.

“Please, oh, g-god—please,” He whimpered, his voice cracking with each huff of your scent. He heard footsteps outside his dorm.

That was it. He stuffed half of your panties into his mouth to muffle his cries, hot and sticky cum shooting into his hand and onto his thighs, stuttering whines and pleas with your name on the tip of his tongue.

Your keys could be heard outside the door. He jumped up, still in a haze, nearly tripping over his sweatpants that he hastily pulled above his still-leaking cock, the touch of his clothes only making him spurt another load of cum down his thigh. He sprinted into the bathroom, closing the door just as you unlocked the door to your shared dorm.

Leon let out a final, straggled moan as he leaned against the sink, catching his breath and slowly lowering himself onto the ground, his legs still shaky.

“Leon?” You called out from the bedroom, the sound of your keys falling against your desk filling the silence.

“Using the bathroom,” He called back, his head against the counter, blonde hair sticking to his forehead.

He lifted the waistband off his sweats, looking at the absolute mess he made in his underwear. He sighed once more, satisfied for just a moment before the shame set in, as he was still clutching your panties.