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yam-writes · 1 year

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pillow party !

pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader (afab)

summary: leon woke up with a raging boner and a desperate need to get off, but he doesn’t want to just use his own hand. he wonders if maybe you’d pick up the phone…?

word count: 1.5k

warnings: 18+, smut, needy!leon, wet dreams, male masturbation, pillow humping, dirty talk, it's pretty short so not much else !

a/n: i’m working on a longer piece but the thought of leon humping a pillow cause he’s so worked up is rotting my brain so i wrote this in the meantime :] i hope you enjoy!

leon whined in his sleep. he raised his hand and slapped it against his face, pushing his fingers into his eyes as his lips parted. he slid his hand down his face, sticking his tongue out instinctively, coating the tips of his fingers in saliva that was drooling out of his mouth.

his hand continued to go lower until it reached his pants, sloppily shoving against the waistband. he whined again, shifting, before waking up with a gasp. his hips bucked up against the blanket, the fabric rubbing against his shaft sending a wave of painful pleasure through his body.

he breathed hard as he looked down, seeing his cock free from his sleep pants and pressing against his tummy, precum leaking out onto his skin. he sighed, but it sounded more like a whine as he watched his cock twitch between his legs. he moved his hand to grab it, but he paused, hovering it over the shaft.

he swallowed as the precum leaked out of him, his balls aching. he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth in thought, his fingers twitching, begging to wrap around his cock and rub one out.

but he didn’t. instead, he turned over and reached for his phone, desperately tapping the screen. he fumbled to the contact he was looking for and pressed “call,” turning it on speaker and lying it down on the pillow beside him.

leon stared at the ceiling as he listened to the phone ring, his hips bucking up against nothing as he waiting impatiently. he drummed his fingers against his thighs and let out small whimpers, tears beginning to build up.

“hello?” your voice came through the phone, clouded with sleep.

leon was too worked up to care, though. he turned back over and grabbed his phone.

“baby,” he whined, rubbing his hair against the screen in a pathetic attempt to try and get closer to you. he hated the distance.

“leon?” you asked, sounding slightly more alarmed. he heard some rustling and then you said, “are you okay?”

“baby, can you-” leon whimpered, gasps leaving his lips as his cock shivered in the cold. he needed to warm it up, needed to plunge it inside your cunt so he could stop aching. “can you send me a picture or-or something?”

“a picture?” you asked. “of what-?”

then you paused, and leon knew that you had finally understood what was going on. he felt his cheeks flush in embarrassment as he shifted more, turning halfway onto his tummy so he could shove his face into his pillow.

“leon,” you cooed his name, your voice dripping with amusement. “are you hard?”

leon groaned as he hips bucked against the mattress, his legs twitching and forcing him to turn over even more. he had one leg hiked up to stop himself from just pressing fully into the mattress and fucking it, but otherwise he was lying on his tummy.

“mhm,” he whimpered, his voice muffled by the pillow. “h-had a dream about you.”

“did you, baby?” you said, the sound of more rustling filling the phone before your voice came through again. “tell me about it.”

“had you bent over the edge of my bed,” leon breathed. he rubbed his face against the pillow before turning it to suck in a breath of air. one of his hands gripped the sheets as he tried his best to keep himself level headed.

“so deep,” leon continued. “so warm. felt so good.”

he pushed his hips up, unbending his leg and pressing his body against the mattress. he felt the slight warmth of the sheets engulf his cock, but it wasn’t enough. he could still feel the cold air of his bedroom blowing against his aching shaft with every lazy thrust.

“my hand isn’t enough,” leon panted. he pushed himself up onto his knees, frustrated that he was so worked up. “n-need you. need it so bad.”

“use your pillow,” you said, and your voice was like the light at the end of a dark tunnel.

leon’s eyes widened as he looked down at his mattress, eyeing the pillow that laid crumbled underneath him. it was soft and fluffed up and, sure, it wouldn’t even compare to the real thing, but leon was getting desperate to wrap his cock around anything.

he immediately reached out and grabbed the pillow, shoving it between his legs. “pillow,” he mumbled, his mind racing.

he bent over, his phone knocking into his hand as he pressed his palms into the mattress. he ignored it, sliding his hands up and gripping the edge. he bucked his hips, pushing his cock into the plush pillow.

leon let out a moan and squeezed his eyes shut. his lips parted and he panted, his hips moving involuntarily into the pillow. his knuckles turned white as he grabbed the mattress hard. the pillow was warm from where his head had just been lying on it and it was soft, just like you. he pushed it together with his thighs, making it squeeze against his shaft.

“feels good,” leon moaned.

he turned his head, looking down at the phone, suddenly remembering that you were on the other end. he managed to push himself up enough to grab the phone and slide it over, placing it beside his mouth.

“wish it was you,” he whined.

“tell me more about your dream,” you said, your voice getting breathier.

the image of you touching yourself to this just made leon’s brain fog up even more. he grunted and pushed himself up, thrusting his hips into the pillow particularly hard. his balls slapped against it and his thighs, causing a lewd sound to fill the room. his moans were pornographic, and leon was vaguely aware of the sound of your own filling his ears.

“i was so deep,” leon said, trying his best to recall as much as he could. his mind was a little preoccupied, though. “i could feel you squeezing around me. you were so tight. fuck, it felt so good.”

leon’s hips picked up their pace, his thrusts into the pillow becoming erratic. his balls tightened, his orgasm close.

“always so tight, no matter how much i fuck you.”

“you’re just too big,” you said, a huffy laugh leaving your lips that was cut off by a moan.

“i love how it fills you up,” leon said, his voice cracking. “you take it so well. fuck, it’s a perfect fit. feels so good. feels so fucking good. holy shit.”

leon groaned, his voice heightening as he continued to fuck the pillow. his head was spinning, his eyes squeezing shut so tightly that he was seeing stars. his throat was raw from how much he was moaning and how hard he was breathing.

his leaking cock twitching against the pillow as he listened to you moan over the phone. he imagined what you might be doing to yourself- rubbing circles around your clit, slipping fingers inside, playing with your nipples. leon’s mouth watered as he thought about it, his entire body shivering.

“i-i’m gonna cum,” leon whimpered. the friction from the pillow was coursing through his body, sending jolts of pleasure through him. “you sound so pretty.”

leon pressed himself into the mattress completely, his hips rutting against the pillow. his thrusts were shallow and sloppy, his cock rubbing against his tummy as well as the pillow. he bent his legs and picked up his pace, trying desperately to get off.

in another instant, everything became too much for leon. his mouth opened and a choked sob came out as he emptied himself onto the spill, his hot cum shooting up onto his tummy and chest. his head was spinning as he dropped against the mattress, his sensitive cock twitching as he came down from his high.

he listened to you groan, the pretty sounds filling his ears. his body twitched as he laid there, and when you let out a loud moan a second later, a late string up cum came dribbling out of his tip, making him grunt into the mattress.

it was silent after that. leon caught his breath and turned around, pulling the pillow out from between his legs and throwing it behind his head, making sure that the part he came on was pressed against his sheets. he tucked his arms behind it and stared at the ceiling, a sleepy smile on his face.

“did you fall asleep?” he heard you ask, your voice sounding just as sleepy as he felt.

“no,” he replied. he turned over and grabbed his phone, holding it in his hand to pretend that it was actually you.

“did you touch yourself?” he asked.

you let out a snort. “how could i not?” you laughed. “you sounded like porn.”

leon chuckled, closing his eyes.

“we should make our own porn,” he said after a few seconds. “we’d make a killing.”

you didn’t reply, so leon figured that you had fallen asleep. he laughed to himself, making a mental note to remember to ask you about a home video tomorrow. he took in a deep breath, letting your soft sleep sounds lull his mind into the quiet as he drifted off to sleep.