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It Will Come Back: Las-Plagas!Leon S. Kennedy x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

I'm such a slut for RE4 Remake Leon, it's not fair

Why can't he be real and mine :(

Contains: Las Plagas Infected Leon, breeding kink, rough sex, hair pulling, vaginal fingering, choking, dubious consent, creampie

Ever since he came home, Leon had been acting weird. The moment you saw him, it almost looked like someone else had taken over Leon’s body like he was a machine. The moment you both kissed, it almost didn’t feel like your fiance was actually the one doing it. You couldn’t place your finger on it.

You watched him intently that week.

There were times when you thought you were completely overreacting. Leon had just been away for maybe a week dealing with shit in Spain, and if it went like anything like Raccoon City, then you wouldn’t be surprised if he was a little off. Hell, even after so many years had passed since Racoon City, Leon still found himself haunted by nightmares and odd visions of what all he saw. He could just be processing this all.

But then there were moments that really convinced you that the Leon in the house with you wasn’t your Leon; That he died somewhere in Spain wherever he was sent.

He sounded the exact same, he still called you those sweet little names he’s always called you, he still did all of his usual work around the house like he used to. He was still as soft and as sweet with you as ever.

So what the fuck was it that seemed so off?

You couldn’t put your finger on the pulse until you caught a glimpse of his eyes. You both had woken this morning like normal. As you showered you heard the door open and you saw Leon’s shadow pass by the shower curtain, and for a moment you found yourself somewhat… terrified? It didn’t feel like your fiance was in the bathroom with you, it didn’t feel like he was just on the other side of the thin shower liner and curtain. You hurried up, rinsing your hair of whatever suds were left and turned the water off. Normally you would step out of the shower and dry off, but this time you stuck your hand out and fumbled around for your hanging towel before you retreated back into the humid shower. You shivered as you dried yourself off before you wrapped the towel around you as tightly as you could and stepped out into the bathroom.

Leon was at the sink, his back to you as he was fumbling with one of his shaving razors. He didn’t pay you any mind at first. You carefully walked towards the door that lead out into the hallway, being careful as to not make too much noise and draw his attention to you. You kept your eyes on him, trained on both his broad back and the mirror.

Once you had opened the door, Leon shifted his eyes to look at you briefly, and that’s when you saw it.

His irises were black instead of their usual ocean blue.

Your mind wanted to lock up in fear but your body refused. Leon had made direct eye contact with you through the mirror, he saw your eyes widen and he saw the way your hands snatched at your towel to keep it closed around your naked body. Your legs moved faster than your brain as you quickly stepped out into the hall and straight into your bedroom. Trembling hands shut the door as quietly as you could, as if slamming it shut would send him after you like he was some kind of monster.

Was he?

You weren’t an idiot. You saw the broadcasts about Racoon City when that awful day happened, you didn’t need Leon’s side to know that there’s some horrible shit out there. Not only were there zombies, but there were other monstrosities roaming the planet: Both man-made and natural.

You locked the bedroom door and took a step back. You heard the water running from the sink in the bathroom. Your heart was pounding wildly in your ear as thoughts ran laps in your mind.

Maybe it was just a trick of the light?

Leon would’ve told you if something happened to him.

Right?

You kept your eyes trained on the doorhandle as you backed up, your bare feet padding against the wooden floor of your bedroom until the backs of your knees hit the mattress. You felt ridiculous as you jumped, a short gasp rocking your body and bringing your shoulders up to your ears as you spun to look at the stupid mattress behind you and not some creature. You scoffed and sat down on the bed, eyes briefly scanning behind you until they landed on your phone still connected to the charger.

Nothing would’ve been on the news… right?

You saw on the news that the president’s daughter was safe, of course, but nothing much on what the fuck happened. The media labeled it as a cult, but Leon made the off-hand comment one time that it was something much more but he never delved deeper. You fought with your thoughts for a moment before you finally reached out for your phone, unhooking it from the charger and entering your search engine.

Your first search only gave you blaring headlines repurposing the same shit about the president’s daughter being saved and nothing more. Rewording your entry didn’t do you much better, but it gave you some websites that delve deeper. Your eyes skimmed your phone screen as you listened to Leon through the walls tapping his razor against the porcelain skin while he shaved, your eyes briefly looking up to stare at the wall that separated you from him before looking back at your phone.

You scoffed. You weren’t getting anywhere. In your slight desperation, you typed up something completely different.

‘Active cults in Spain?’

Your question popped up a whole new sort of news you really should of gone into incognito mode for. You clicked on the first link that was the most recent as it had just been dismantled. Your eyes skipped over the name but you found the accompanying picture of what must have been the cult’s symbol: An odd-looking key with strange markings and wings?

You failed to notice the water had cut off from the bathroom until you heard Leon suddenly coughing rather harshly from the bathroom. You jumped so roughly on the bed that you accidentally dropped your phone to the comforter. It sounded like he had swallowed saliva wrong at first, but the coughs soon turned to wet hacking before you heard him suddenly choking on air. You jumped when you heard him hit the tile floor, a hand covering your mouth to stiffen your gasp as your eyes locked onto the wall once again. You barely heard him making awful noises over the rapid beating of your heart in your ears.

Worry for your fiance shocked you out of your state of fear, standing up from the bed as you snatched your phone from where it fell. Trembling fingers made their way to the number pad, but before you could dial 9-1-1, you froze up once again at the sound of the bedroom doorknob roughly jiggling. Wide eyes prickling with tears slowly moved over the bedroom door where you saw the knob wiggling but refusing to open. You could see his shadow being cast into the dimly lit bedroom through the crack underneath the door from the illuminated hallway.

He stopped messing with the doorknob as you slowly lowered your phone. You didn’t dare call out for Leon out of pure fear. It felt like your poor heart was about to give out from how fast it was beating. Your eyes kept darting between the doorhandle and the shadow of his feet beneath the door, unsure of what the actual fuck he was doing or why he wasn’t saying anything.

The door suddenly was kicked it. You screamed and jolted up from the bed, dropping your phone to the ground and backed away. You turned out of desperation, sensing that something was horribly wrong with Leon, and tried to go for the window only to be forced against the wall. He pressed his firm body right up against your back, pushing you flush against the wall to the point where it was hurting just to breathe. You had one arm pinned between your stomach and the wall that dug in very uncomfortably while you other was twisted behind your back by the wrist. You turned your head to the side, gasping at the sudden loss of air from your lungs only to tense up when you finally got a good look at him.

Your blood froze in your veins.

His skin was pallid, his veins were inky black all across his body and up his neck and face, his eyes were pitch black as they locked onto your side gaze.

“Leon?” you managed to whimper out between wheezing breaths.

He suddenly flipped you around on the wall, your back smacking painfully against the wall. He had pinned both of your wrists to the wall, his fingers painfully dug into your veins as your hands were forced into fists from the pain. He pressed his broad chest to yours, the towel keeping you covered was barely holding on because of him.

Your face was painted in pure fear while he wore a mask of an unreadable emotion. You couldn’t tell if he was searching your eyes for something, his eyes were like voids in space as they bore into you. You felt a chill in your soul. You could see the veins spreading and fading across his body as whatever fluid moved within. He looked like he was possessed by a demon straight out of the depths of hell.

He slowly brought his face closer to you but you shied away, turning your head as you whimpered pitifully. You tried to struggle out of Leon’s steel vice grip only for him to dig his fingers deeper. Leon continued to lean in, tilting his head down so that his nose and lips ghosted over the column of your neck. You felt his cool breath dance at your skin, his nose brushed up against your pulse point as it beat so deliciously inside of you, his lips barely caressing your throat as though he were about to kiss it lovingly. You felt him sniff at you, his lips parting as he pressed a kiss right onto your pulse. You cried out and struggled against him even more when you felt him sink his teeth right into your neck. You tried to press your chin to your chest to stop him only for him to drop one of your wrists to snatch at your jaw and pin the side of your face against the wall. The stretch on your neck was painful and your head throbbed where it hit the wall. Your free hand snatched Leon’s tight shirt and tried to push him away only for him to not budge. He pressed his nose against your throat, his teeth sank in deeper and nearly drew blood, he groaned against your burning skin.

“Leon!” you cried out.

He let go of your jaw and snaked a hand into your hair, yanking your head back to expose more of your neck. Your scalp screamed as you clawed at Leon’s chest, fisting his shirt in your hand. Leon pressed his body closer to yours and you felt it.

Through the thin material of the towel and his sleep pants, you felt his erection at full mast pressing right into your lower abdomen.

Whatever was possessing him was making him-

You let out a pained cry as Leon ripped you away from the wall by your hair, spinning the both of you around as he threw you carelessly against the bed. You landed with a cry, hands snatching at the sheets as you tried to scramble across the bed to escape only for Leon to cross over the short space between the wall and the bed and grab at your ankle. He yanked you back as you were nearly off of the bed and forced you back into his grasp. Your towel finally came undone as he spun you around, your body became wracked with goosebumps as it was fully exposed to the chilly bedroom air. You tried to cover your breasts with your hands as you attempted to kick him off of you without any success. Your entire body was trembling as he stood over you, eyeing you as prey while you looked up at him with wide eyes now streaming with tears.

“Leon, I- I don’t-”

He cut you off by forcefully pulling your legs apart and slotting himself between them. His hands tightened around your ankles, your toes curling from the pain as your fiance rutted against your exposed cunt.

Was he really going to fuck you?

He released one of your legs to grasp at your womanhood, his fingers parting your walls and quickly filling you dry. You winced and gasped, your back arching from the pain and stretch as you squeezed your eyes shut. Your hands snatched at your discarded towel crushed beneath your trembling body.

He fucked you with his fingers, his middle and index parting your walls until you finally felt a twinge in your gut before you felt yourself slowly growing wet. You whimpered, your chest heaving as you weakly tried to fight him off still. His fingers slowly pumped in and out of you, stretching you out, feeling up your velvet walls. He curled his fingers just a bit, pulling out a lewd moan from your parted lips as you buried the back of your skull into the bed.

He pulled his fingers out of your dripping cunt, his fingers glistening with your sweet nectar in the low lighting of your room. He stared at his fingers as though he were hypnotized, his curtain cut falling in his face just a bit. It cast more shadows against his pallid face, it made him look even more possessed. You saw his nose moving as he scented the air now thick with the scent of building lust.

You still shook with fear, your body suddenly hot from the stimulation.

You watched as Leon let go of your other leg and dropped his pants with his boxers included, his cock springing free and nearly tapping against his stomach where his shirt had ridden up just a bit. Precum leaked from his head, beading down his shaft that was also adorned with a few black veins as well.

He took his cock with one hand and pumped his cock, smearing the precum around his head and down his shaft thinly before he barely gave himself little time to line up and thrust into you.

You grit your teeth and hissed, jaw falling open as you cried aloud. Your chest seized at the sudden stretch, your poor cunt hadn’t been properly prepared for such a harsh thrust from your usual doting fiance. Leon’s hands fell to either side of your hips, snatching at the sheets and towel, the fabric creaking dangerously from how hard he gripped them. Your walls squeezed around him, Leon’s chest heaving at how tight you were as a deep groan emitted from his chest.

It didn’t sound human.

Leon’s hair fell in his face, nearly covering his eyes. His broad shoulders rolled back, his brawny arms flexed, his strong chest heaved with every breath, his tight abdomen rolled and twitched.

He gave you little time to get used to the stretch before his hips started to snap back and forth at such a fast pace it felt like both heaven and hell. The bed rocked with his thrusts, creaking and groaning as the headboard brushed and knocked against the wall. Your cries and moans only spurred him to go faster, his pace quickening, his balls lightly slapping against you as your slick walls encased him.

Leon made little noise, only deep and guttural moans that sounded like they were ripped out of a monster movie. Despite his missing ocean blue irises, you could tell he was looking exactly at your face all sweaty with your hair clinging to your forehead and jaw.

You whimpered and squeezed your eyes shut, your hands finally letting go of the towel to grasp at his tightly wound shoulders as he continued to pound mercilessly into you. You felt the pressure quickly building up inside of you, a coil tightening right behind your belly button as your climax bubbled beneath the surface.

“Leon, I- fuck- I can’t, I’m gonna-”

He cut you off once again, this time with a large hand to your throat. You gasped, his hand tightened around your windpipe as his fingers choked the air nearly out of you. Your fingers dug deep into his shoulders, bunching up the fabric of his shirt.

You came with a choked cry, eyes rolling in the back of your head as your vision went white. Your body seized up before falling limp quickly, your hands remained locked around his shoulders as your legs trembled beneath him. You felt your fingers and toes start to tingle from the lack of air as you gaped, choking out his name as Leon’s pace started to grow sloppy.

He came suddenly, pressing deep inside of you until his head kissed at your cervix and shot ropes of thick and hot cum right into your waiting womb. You gasped and cried, Leon’s hand letting up just enough to let you breathe before he cut you off again. You felt so full so quickly, you felt so warm on the inside. Leon bucked his hips into you, making sure to fill you to the brim as you felt the cum start to leak from your poor aching pussy.

Leon didn’t waste time, his hands snatching at your limp ankles and forced your knees up to your chest as far as the would go. He climbed onto the bed and hovered over you, staring right into your eyes as you gasped and cried at the stretch of your legs being in a sudden mating press as Leon began to fuck you again.

#oh my goooooddddddddd #s(creaming)#leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #plagas!leon kennedy

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hiii i’m not sure if you particularly like writing hybrid!reader but can i pls request something with leon where he tries to feel out his bunny/dog hybrid gf’s kinks by seeing how her tail moves in response to them. like something she really likes she’ll wag her tail real fast and he finds it adorable

pairing: leon kennedy x fem!puppy-hybrid!reader

summary: leon plays with his precious puppy girl by watching her tail

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, humping his boot, daddy kink, praise kink, breeding kink, scent kink, dacryphilia, and size kink

word count: 2.6k

a/n: no because i love this idea so much. it's been in my head since i got it. i hope i did it justice because i think it's so cute. thank you for sending it and i hope you enjoy <3

Leon’s eyes rested upon his favorite sight in the whole world. His precious puppy girl kneeling at his feet. If he had to guess, he’d say it was your favorite place to be too. All signs pointed to that conclusion. Your eyes were wide and locked onto his face. Your body vibrated and squirmed with the urge to jump into his lap. And of course, the way your tail wagged back and forth.

Swish. Swish. Swish.

The fluffy appendage moves in a lazy rhythm right now. You were excited Leon was home and wanted to play, but you weren’t thrilled enough for it to turn to a blur. He chuckles and reaches a hand forward to rub your head. That gets it to speed up a little bit.

“You have a good day, pup?” he asks.

You scoot the slightest bit closer while nodding. You tilt your head to the side, squishing the flesh of your cheek against his knee.

“Yeah? What’d you do today?” he says.

“Took a nap. Watched the tv,” you answer, “You look tired, daddy.”

He smiles at your observation and scratches at the base of one of your ears. Those ears, which were perked up at the moment, were so sensitive to everything. The wind knocking something over outside, his car pulling up on the driveway, and of course, small changes in his inflection.

Though he sometimes wondered if that’s all it was. He sees the way your tail picks up a notch when his lips curl upwards with that smile. He wondered, if not hoped, that it was something more than just your heightened physical capabilities. If maybe, there was something within you, something deeper, some instinctive emotional connection that bound you to him. That was probably wishful thinking. Someone who understood him implicitly. Still that was how he felt sometimes, and it was always lingering in the back of his mind when he watched your cute little ass wiggle back and forth with the movement of your tail.

“A little. Had a long day at work,” he tells you, continuing the conversation.

“Oh. Was it boring?” you inquire.

“You could say that,” he says.

“I get bored sometimes when you’re not here too,” you say.

The short, curt way you speak drives him up the wall. His hand on top of your head trails down to your cheek and gives it a little pinch before his thumb lands on your lips. Your tongue darts out to give the pad a small lick.

“Cute,” he murmurs as his fingers descend to your jawline and then your throat, “Why were you so bored, puppy? You have the whole house to yourself. You have enough toys to fill a room.”

“But I was missing my favorite toy,” you say, nuzzling against his leg.

“Oh, your favorite toy, huh?” he says.

His fingers tease the edge of the smooth material that was wrapped around your neck. In place of a collar, you wore a pink satin ribbon. It bunched around to the front of your neck where it was tied in a pretty bow. Leon’s own handiwork. He never saw a reason to collar you. You were the most loyal little thing on the face of this Earth. Even if he kicked you out, you’d probably just take up residence on the mat at the front door. He’d rather you look like the spoiled princess that you were and dress you in the pink ribbon to match the other pink items you wore, your camisole and panties.

You nod at the question he asked, the ends of your bow swaying with your motion.

“Yeah? Well, tell daddy. What’s your favorite toy?” he prompts you.

Your hand snakes up to the front of his jeans and paws at the area where you would soon feel the outline of his hardening dick.

“That’s your favorite?” he asks, feigning ignorance, “Wow. If I'd known that, I wouldn’t have bought you all those stuffies. Coulda saved me a ton of money. Just let you sit on my cock most of the time, and you’d be satisfied.”

You shrug, not caring to roll that proposition around in your head for actual consideration. Sure you loved your toys, but they didn’t come close to one tucked away inside daddy’s jeans.

He grins not only because you’re so fucking cute, but also because he can see your tail starting to go faster. As much as he wants to pull you onto his lap and breed you till you’re a mess of drool and tears, he wants more tonight. You were nothing if not eager, and while he loved that, it meant that it didn’t take much effort from you to get him to cum in minutes. You’d just get so tight, you never suppressed any of your moans or whines, your face always scrunched up into needy expressions of euphoria…

Anyways. He just wanted to tease it out tonight.

“You have been a good girl today. I think you deserve some time with your favorite toy,” he says, watching the specific twitch when he said the two words of praise, “You wanna play with it right now?”

You nod almost as quickly as your tail wags. A sonorous laugh echoes from him. His eyes hold that glint that lets you know there’s more.

“What’s your favorite way to play with it, baby? You like bouncing on it?” he asks, his voice gaining an amused lilt.

You don’t respond with words. He knows your nodding, but his focus is on your backside where he’s getting the only response he needs.

Swish.

“Maybe you like taking it face down, whining into the pillow?” he continues.

Swish Swish.

“Or maybe you like being on your back, legs over daddy’s shoulders?”

Swish Swish Swish Swish Swish Swish Swish Swish Swish.

“I think that’s the winner,” he chuckles, “Why is that your favorite, pup?”

“It gets deeper,” you say. He watches as you try to be subtle about scooching closer. He wasn’t going to stop you though.

“Oh I see,” he says, nodding his head in mock realization, “You want it as deep as possible, right? And to do that, I have to pin you down, keep you underneath me where I can just fill that pussy up over and over. You like being helpless, princess?”

As his tone becomes more husky, you take your bottom lip between your teeth and nod. Your hips fight the urge to squirm, but your tail can’t stop flinging itself back and forth. A tingling flame had been lit inside your belly, one you desperately wanted him to put out.

“Yeah. You love when I’m in charge. You love when all you have to do is take it like a good girl, and you can just let that little brain melt away,” he taunts. With each swish of your tail, it’s like he can hear a game show buzzer ringing in his points.

You wrap your arms around his leg that was nearest to you and pathetically whimper out “daddy.”

“What is it, puppy?” he coos.

You look up at him and give him the definition of puppy eyes. “I want it. No more teasing,” you whine. Despite your demanding words, you stay put. You were a good girl after all, and good girls wait for permission.

“What? You want it?” he mocks, “What’s the rush, baby? You don’t like daddy’s voice anymore? You sure were liking it last night when you were all sleepy. Just whining and clinging onto me, begging me not to pull out.”

The movements of your tail start to become blurry as you remember the previous night. He’d fucked you so good and talked you through it the whole time. The main difference between now and then was that then you had his cock stuffed inside you while he spoke.

“I do like it,” you defend with a pout, “But I just want it, daddy. Please. Wanna be full of you.”

“Full,” he repeats, “Does daddy stretch you out? Make you feel like there’s no room for anything else?”

You nod again, but you can’t take it anymore. You scoot forward more so your knees rest on either side of his boot. His knee kisses the space beneath your chin while the rest of his leg is flush up against your tummy, going straight between your breasts. He knows what you’re about to do, but he’s fine with it. Tilting the tip of his boot upwards, he gives you silent permission to start rocking your hips.

That was all you needed to close the gap between the top of his shoe and your clothed cunt. Lowering yourself slightly, your puffy clit brushes the leather. You let out a tiny mewl. Your face was already starting to scrunch up into a cute little look from such a simple touch.

“That feel good, sweetheart?” he teases.

“Yeah, daddy. Thank you,” you whimper.

Your hips move back and forth as if on a pendulum. The rhythm is consistent like the pacing of your tail. Back and forth, back and forth.

“I think you soaked through your panties, pretty baby. You gonna get daddy’s shoe all nice and shiny? Make it smell like you?” he says with a smug grin.

“Uh huh,” you mumble.

But when Leon mentions scenting his boot, your tail starts going crazy. Absolutely buck wild. He wouldn’t be shocked if you sprained something from how hard it was moving. God, he was getting hard. A solid tent had formed in the center of his lap from watching you. So precious, so adorable. Those pants and whines of pure lust. The way your fingers were digging into the leg you held onto like you needed it to survive. The nonstop rutting of your hips matching up with the wag of your tail.

“Woah woah. Think my girl might be a little possessive,” he says as he watches you. He keeps his tone light. He wanted this to play out before he let himself have any. To stave off his desires, he palms himself over the rough denim.

Your eyes catch that, and it’s almost comical how you nearly drool. “I just want everyone to know you’re mine. You're my daddy. They can’t have you,” you say, nestling your face against his legs.

Your own pleasure builds in the pit of your belly. You’d found the perfect amount of pressure on his boot. You just had to keep grinding your aching cunt into the leather.

“Poor baby. No one’s gonna take me from you,” he croons and strokes your head. His hand moves so much slower than any of your body parts and the contrast intensifies the pleasure further.

“Good,” you say.

“Mhm. Trust me, you keep my hands full as is,” he jokes.

He watches as you keep whining and humping his boot. Your hips move like you’re on the clock. He can feel drool starting to drip on his jeans and dampen the fabric. If only he could see your eyes. He knows they’re getting glossy, hazy with the bliss coming from between your legs. Lucky for him, a particular jolt of ecstasy pulls your head back and ends with your face looking up at him.

“You’re getting to daddy’s favorite part, honey. Keep going, Keep being a good girl,” he says. Again, your tail jerks when it registers the magic words. You snap your hips with renewed fervor, chasing the elusive high. His fingers press down harder against his cock as he sees the gleam of saliva coating your chin and lips.

“When do we get to my favorite part?” you babble. Your voice was starting to give as the warmth of carnal pleasure encroaches on your mind.

“And what is your favorite part?” he asks, knowing what your answer would be.

“The part when I actually get your cock,” you whimper.

He shakes his head. “Look at you. Trying to be smart while you’re going dumb,” he teases, “Quit complaining. You’re still getting to feel good, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, but it’s not the same,” you whine instantly.

“Oh really? It looks pretty similar to me,” he says.

You make a small sound that’s halfway between a whine and a growl. Even with your frustration though, your hips don’t stop.

“I’m just teasing you, pup,” he says, stroking your jaw with his free hand, “I guess it is different. I don’t see you crying like you do when I’m buried inside. I don’t get to see those pretty eyelashes all wet from tears.”

Your eyes roll back at the mention of being so fucked out you cry. It was one of your favorites, and Leon knew it. Being reduced to a crumpled mess of sobs against the heat of his chest got you like almost nothing else.

The reactions etched across your facial features are cute, but he can’t tear his focus away from your ass moving against its will through the force of your tail.

“But that’s not the big difference, is it?” he continues, “No. The real reason you want my cock is cause you want daddy to breed you, huh?”

As soon as it leaves his mouth, it’s like his mental buzzer is letting him know he’s won the grand prize. Everything about you goes haywire. You lock around his leg while your hips rut like you’re in heat. Your tail whips around so fast he thinks it could create a breeze.

“Uh huh, daddy- ah! Mm… just wanna be bred. Need it,” you ramble.

He feels his cock twitching in his pants. He’s sure when he actually does get it in you, he’s not gonna last too long. It’s straining against the zipper as is, and he can’t stop rubbing it. He’s almost as bad as you on the boot.

“I know you do. Silly little puppy. That’s always what you need,” he coos, “Just need to be pumped full of cum. My sweet girl.”

Your tongue is half lolled out of your mouth by this point. You’re past going dumb. Your head is swimming around in absolute thoughtlessness. Not a care in the world besides getting yourself to cum all over daddy’s boot.

He nearly groans out loud from the sight of it. He can feel the warmth of your pussy all over his shoe, the plush of your thighs clamped near the sides.

“You’re doing perfect, baby,” he mutters, “You’re gonna get your treat, I promise. Just let daddy watch you cum, and I’ll make sure you get your fill.”

You want to whimper “ok, daddy,” but your mind is too far gone for words. All that comes out is a strangled amalgamation of sounds accompanied by your head wobbling up and down. And the whole time swish swish swish.

Your swollen little clit had more than enough stimulation to get you to burst. Pants turn to gasps and fluid movements sharpen. You mumble against his leg, your lips squishing all over his pants and wetting them even more with your spit.

“That’s my good girl,” he purrs, which is enough to get another loud moan out of you. He chuckles and continues watching with his half-lidded, lustful eyes.

As the movement of your hips slow, your tail’s swings weaken. He still strokes your head as you catch your breath. Your chest puffs in and out while you feel your skin cooling down. It was hard not to get sleepy after you came, but before you have to worry about falling asleep at his feet, Leon scoops you up and holds you on his lap.

Rubbing your back, he presses some kisses to your forehead and temple. “There’s my girl. How’re you feeling, baby?”

“Good, daddy,” you mutter against his shirt.

“Yeah? You think you’re up for daddy breeding you for real now?” he whispers.

And suddenly, you’re not so sleepy. You sit up straight in time with your ears perking up. You nod and give him a lazy smile. He can’t see it, but he can feel that tail already starting to wag again.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #hybrid!reader

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