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dollymaniac · 9 months

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A Little Christmas Gift

Leon Kennedy x Fem! Reader

Tags: NSFW MDNI, Smut, Oral (f! recieving), Porn with no plot, unprotected PnV, Pet names (Sweetness, Princess, baby, whore, slut) Degradation & Praise kink, OOC Leon.

Word count: 0.5k.

A/N: Something short while i get back to my usual stuff, sorry for going missing, College drains the creativity sometimes, As alway dividers by @/CafeKitsune.

"F-fuck, Leon wait, we're gonna knock it down" You said as you fell back, pieces of paper ribbon torn to shreds on the floor as Leon kissed and licked your tits. Clashing slightly against the trunk of the Christmas tree where you had originally sat yourself under, waiting for him to get home, wrapped up in that silly decorative paper.

"Yeah? Well, i want to open my present properly Sweetness" he laughed as he released your skin with a pop, panting as he reached for the last bits of ribbon on your legs.

It didn't take more than a rough movement to rip it off, quickly pushing your legs apart "You really thought…" His voice a low growl as he left wet kisses trailing down your thighs "you could be a lil minx right after i came back? Leave me hot and bothered?" Biting slightly at your plush meat. "Not this time. You're dealing with it, right here"

He moved your panties to the side, tongue slowly teasing at your needy clit as you grasped at the Tree skirt, your mouth falling open with a moan of his name.

"fuck— Princess" he groaned, his cock twitching as you tried to close your legs, pressing him further into your cunt "No, be a good slut and keep them open so i can fuck you nice and hard.''

His tongue traced lazy circles over your puffy bundle, making you whine, his hot breath and grunts sending some more pleasure waves through your body as his fingers dug into your thighs.

He pulled away from your cunt, just before you could cum, licking the remainder slick off his lips, one hand pressed your thigh against the floor, the other went to pull down his pants and boxers enough for his to spring from them, already hard.

Your face flushed as his tip pressed against your wet whole "What? You're gonna act all innocent? As if you werent here waiting for me? all tied up in that thin Paper, only in your bra and panties?" he mocked you, slighty teasing you with the head of his dick.

His cock sunk inside your pussy, both moaning as he bottomed you out, your gummy walls clenching around his shaft, "L-leon" you cried out, back arching as he thrusted.

You looked so pretty for him, that stupid paper ribbon on your increasingly messier hair, the traces of your little wrap up all torn around you, eyes rolled back as he fucked you stupid, his little Christmas present.

He grunted as your pussy squeezed him, pistoning his cock into your favourite spot, pelvis pressing against your clit.

"God, you were made for me" his voice roughed by arousal. "Was this what you wanted? Me, coming home to ravage you under the tree?"

He teased your clit further with his thumb, making you scream at the extra stimulation, managing only to squeak out "mhm!"

"Use your words slut" he groaned.

"N-needed your cock so so bad" you choked out as you felt your orgasm building up.

"Fuck—" he grunted, upping the speed, teasing you up until you finally came undone under him, back arched again as he kept fucking you through your peak. "gonna fill you up until you cant think straight"

He bit his lip, pace stuttering as your fluttering walls pushed him over the edge, spilling inside you with a low growl.

He panted for a second, staring at you while still inside, before reaching for your hair, putting the decoration on it back in place, pulling the remainder of parts of you from under the tree. Lifting your face up to kiss you, his voice softening up as he pulled out and adjusted his boxers back on, "You were the best present, baby."

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theslushiestnoob · 1 month

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American Boy (pt. 3)

Word count: 2.6k

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‘I think you should see more of Toronto, I mean, you’ve travelled two thousand miles and are spending most of your time here in my apartment,’ Mandy says as she places a smoothie in front of me. It was somewhat early in the morning, yet the four of us were already gathered in Mandy and Martin’s kitchen.

‘Three thousand five hundred miles,’ Hamzah says, looking at Mandy.

‘What?’

‘The distance from Toronto to London.’

‘Boy, how do you know that,’ Martin asks bemusedly.

Hamzah looks flustered for a second before responding, ‘Common knowledge, dude,’

‘It’s really not,’ Mandy says, ‘but alright. My point is, I can give you a tour! Show you all the best places, y’know?’

‘That sounds so fun, I could definitely use a tour guide,’ I nod, taking a sip of my drink.

‘Girl, you’ve lived here for like a year. If anyone should give her a tour, it’s me,’ Hamzah scoffs, crossing his arms across his chest. I feel a blush rising into my cheeks. Does he mean that, or is he just making a joke?

‘Why don’t we all go? We could even vlog it,’ Martin adds.

‘That's not a bad idea, and it gives us something to do today. Let’s do it.’ Mandy nods, and links arms with Martin, who beams at her.

Hamzah makes eye contact with me for a moment, but I can’t read his expression. He uncrosses his arms and leans back against the counter, resting his hands on the lip of the countertop. His white t-shirt stretches across his broad chest.

‘M’kay, let me wake up a bit first,’ Hamzah mutters.

The drive to the apartment this morning had an air of awkwardness from the events of the night before remaining unaddressed. Mandy and Martin had no idea about the almost-kiss, and clearly neither me nor Hamzah intended to tell them about it. As always, Hamzah had greeted me at my door, but he avoided my gaze. Occasionally during the drive, I would see him look at me out of the corner of my eye, his mouth half-open as if he were about to say something, but he would always stop himself. We had only briefly spoken about the sims video we had recorded the day before, which he had finished editing and was scheduled to post later tonight.

‘Our first stop has to be the aquarium,’ Mandy says excitedly.

‘Look at that fish!’ Hamzah says, smiling up at a large clownfish as it swam toward the glass of its habitat. His profile was illuminated by the blue glow of dim light, framing his face in an angelic turquoise halo. The faint gleam emphasised the subtle arch of his nose and the tantalising fullness of his lips, making my stomach flip as I watched him. The warm smile that pulled at the corners at his mouth was infectious, and I mirrored it as I sidled next to him to watch the fish. He turned to look at me, his smile transforming into an expression of pained intensity. His gaze lingered on the side of my face, but I kept mine fixed on the exhibit. His eyes never left my face as his breathing deepened, and I turned to face him. I met his stare, looking into his deep brown eyes. I scrunched my eyebrows as I melted under his consuming gaze.

He tore his eyes away from mine and scrubbed a hand over his face, looking around nonchalantly.

I spun on my heels, and saw Mandy. She stood a few metres behind us, pointing her phone camera in our direction.

‘I… uh, where’s Martin?’ Hamzah asks, taking a step away from me.

‘He went to go see the turtles,’ Mandy replies, gesturing down the corridor.

Hamzah nods, stalking off in the direction Mandy pointed.

Mandy gawks at me.

‘What the fuck? What happened? That was weirdly tense,’

I shake my head and watch Hamzah’s figure retreating.

‘I… Mandy, we almost kissed last night, I think,’

‘WHAT?’ she shrieks, her hand flying to her mouth.

I shush her, looking around embarrassedly.

‘I mean, I think we did? I don’t know, I think he hates me now,’

‘He doesn’t hate you, y/n, did you see how he was looking at you?’

‘He’s hardly spoken to me all day,’ I sigh, then gesture to her phone. ‘Are you putting that in the vlog?’

‘You’ll have to watch and see,’

I groan and shield my face with my hands.

‘Girl, do you like him?’

‘Are we in year five?’

‘Stop deflecting!’

‘I… that's a difficult question! I’ve only known him for a week. I mean… yes? I don’t know, Mandy,’

She takes my hand and starts leading me in the direction Hamzah left.

‘Let’s get out of here and get something to eat.’

We sit at the restaurant table as Mandy pans her camera around our plates.

‘And what did you get, y/n?’

‘Here I have a gorgeous falafel and hummus sandwich and a crisp glass of water,’ I reply, beaming into the camera.

Hamzah chuckles opposite me, and I look up at him.

‘What?’ I ask, seeing his amused smile.

‘Wor-tuh’ he mimics, and I roll my eyes. Mandy giggles at the impression, payback for my imitation of her a few days before, I expect.

‘Shut up,’ I retort, picking up my sandwich and taking a bite.

‘Okay, iPods, this is our mukbang segment,’

‘And you guys can be the POV of the creepy guy watching us eat,�� Martin adds to the camera.

‘Why would you say that?’ Hamzah chuckles.

I smile softly to myself as I feel the awkward atmosphere dispel. Hamzah seems to be consciously ignoring the intense moment at the aquarium, and I am somewhat grateful for it - I don’t want to confront my feelings right now.

‘What are we doing this afternoon?’ He asks.

‘We should probably film something for the channel, if the sims video is going up later.’ Martin replies between bites of his meal. Hamzah nods in agreement.

‘We should go out tonight, though!’ Mandy adds, ‘y/n should experience the Toronto nightlife.’

‘She doesn’t give me huge party-girl energy,’ Hamzah observes, sliding his gaze toward me momentarily.

‘Yeah, I’m really not…’

‘Come on! One night won’t hurt. Just for the experience.’

‘Fine, why not?’ Hamzah looks at me again, an expression of surprise and curiosity on his face before he returns to his meal.

I appraise my outfit in the mirror, watching the way my black mini skirt swishes around my thighs and my white top hugs my body. I slip on my knee-high boots and grab my purse, as a notification lights up the screen of my phone.

A text, from Hamzah.

Am I picking you up?

My stomach flips as I read who the message is from, but the words annoy me slightly. Is he really going to pretend nothing happened? Another notification pops up on my screen.

I’ll drive home from the bar, so we can take my car.

I walk toward my front door as I type out a reply.

Sure! See you soon?

I await a reply, before my phone buzzes less than a minute later.

👍🏻

There’s a knock at my door, which I rush to answer. The door swings open, and I am greeted by Hamzah’s tall frame. He wore a sage green button up shirt, paired with dark baggy jeans. He wasn’t wearing a hat, as he usually does, his dark curls defined and hanging in front of his eyebrows.

He drops his gaze to my legs before raising it back up to my face and loose hair.

‘Look who got all dressed up,’ He smirked.

‘I could say the same about you,’ I smile back at him, locking my door behind me and starting toward the car.

He opens the door for me before getting into the driver's seat, the routine action settling my nerves about the awkwardness between us.

He starts the short drive to the bar we planned to meet Mandy and Martin in, peering through the windshield into the darkness of the night. Streetlamps rushed past the car as it rumbled down the roads, casting puddles of amber light over us as we drove.

‘So,’ I broke the silence, ‘you don’t drink?’

‘Nah,’ he shook his head, eyes focused on the road ahead, ‘which makes me the perfect candidate for a designated driver.’

I nodded, my eyes fixed on his hand gripping the steering wheel. He had a very particular way of driving, leaning back casually against his seat and only using one hand to steer, which I had been observing over the past few days. It seemed peculiar to me, an extremely nervous driver, to see him so relaxed behind the wheel, but I had come to trust his driving skills.

He had rolled up his sleeves, exposing his forearms. He drummed the fingers of his free hand against his window, the muscles in his arm flexing from the movement. I forced myself to tear my gaze away from him, and spent the rest of the journey looking out of my window.

‘Oh. My. God, y/n you look so gorgeous!’ Mandy greets me with a hug as I step out of the car. The muffled music playing from the bar spilled faintly outside onto the street, as did the pungent smell of people and alcohol.

‘So do you!’ I reply, admiring her pale yellow dress and slicked-back hair. She looped her arm through mine and pulled me toward the entrance of the bar, beckoning Hamzah and Martin to follow us.

Stepping over the threshold, the music immediately intensified. The blaring sounds of pop music drowned out most of the chatter surrounding us as we weaved through the dense crowd of people. Mandy led me to a table in the corner of the room, slinging her handbag over the back of one of the chairs.

‘Martin and Hamzah are getting drinks,’ Mandy yells over the noise, and I nod in understanding. Not much later, the boys return, armed with sparkling glasses.

‘Is it usually this busy?’ I attempt to shout over the noise.

Hamzah hears me, and replies, ‘Yup. This neighbourhood has crazy nightlife.’

We take a few sips of our drinks, take a moment to get accustomed to the volume of the room.

‘Let’s dance!’ Mandy yells, pulling me up from my seat and into the throng of people, as ‘Save Your Tears’ starts playing.

In the mass of people, I feel surprisingly free. I felt unobserved, blending into the packed crowd. I began to dance, uninhibited, holding Mandy’s hands as we spun to the beat of the music.

I looked back toward our table, to see Hamzah looking right at me. I froze, holding his unwavering gaze.

I don’t know why I run away.

His face was blank of any discernible emotion. I felt my heartbeat hasten in my chest, and broke the eye contact to look around sheepishly, feeling his scrutiny.

I’ll make you cry when I run away.

I look back at Hamzah, his dark eyes still focused on me.

‘I’m going to get another drink,’ I yell to Mandy, who nods at me as I sidle toward the bar.

I sink into a barstool, hanging my head in my hands. I don’t understand him at all, I thought. He looks at me as if he’s attempting to decode me, to figure me out, but then he goes cold. He won’t let himself get close to me, I realise, and every time we get near that boundary he pulls back. I sigh, before gesturing to the bartender.

‘Please could I get a diet coke?’ The bartender nods and turns away.

‘You seem upset,’ a husky voice addresses me. I turn to see a man sat on the stool beside me, smiling at me faintly.

‘Oh, no, I’m fine, thank you, though,’ I say with a tight-lipped smile. I watch him look me up and down, his eyes lingering on my exposed thighs and shoulders. I feel the sudden urge to cover myself,

and rest my hands on my knees.

‘You’re beautiful, what are you doing here alone on a Friday night?’

‘Y’know, I’m, uh, here with some friends, actually,’ I reply, gesturing in the general direction of the provisional dance floor where I had left Mandy.

The man leaned toward me, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. I stiffen at this unwelcome touch, and feel his breath hot on my face.

‘Can I get you this drink?’

Before I can answer, I feel a strong arm wrap around my shoulders from behind.

‘Are you okay, babe? Did you get your drink?’

I snap my head toward the familiarly deep voice and see Hamzah smiling down at me affectionately, his searing touch lingering on my bare arms. He looked to the man beside me, who was staring at us incredulously.

‘Is this guy bothering you?’ Hamzah asks, narrowing his eyes at him as he tightens his grip on the shoulders.

‘Uhh…’ I stammer, my mind frazzled from the encounter. The man’s eyes were flitting between Hamzah’s face and mine, looking intimidated by Hamzah’s possessive confidence. The man raises his hands defensively, but no words escape his parted lips.

Hamzah stoops his neck and presses a light kiss to my exposed collarbone, the brush of his warm lips eliciting a shiver through my body.

‘Let’s go, babe,’ Hamzah says, resting his large hand on the small of my back and guiding me up out of the barstool.

‘Hey, man, I didn’t mean-’ the man starts, but Hamzah ignores him and steers me toward the exit.

Back out on the street, a gust of the cool night air jolts me to attention.

‘Jesus, are you alright?’ Hamzah asks, his arm still wrapped around my waist.

‘Yeah, I’m fine,’ I say, looking down at my feet and tucking my hair behind my ears.

‘Hey, look at me,’ Hamzah says softly, his hands running up my arms to rest on my shoulders.

I look up to meet his gaze, his expression honest and concerned. His thumbs rubbed circles on the surface of my skin, the sensation comforting and intimate.

‘I’m fine, I promise. He was just… weird,’ I affirm as Hamzah continues to study my expression.

Hamzah sighs, and pulls me in for a hug. His strong arms hold me in a tight embrace, shielding me from the whipping evening air. The heat emanating from his body comforted me, making me feel as if I were wrapped in a warm blanket. He gently rocked me side to side, and I pressed my eyes closed, melting into his touch.

After a minute of standing like this, Hamzah whispered into my hair, ‘let’s get you home.’

The car ride home was silent other than the music of Hamzah’s Red CD, the melodic tune of everything has changed playing softly in the warm heated car. Hamzah kept glancing at me concernedly, but each time I returned his look with a reassuring, thankful smile.

Your eyes look like coming home

All I know is a simple name

Everything has changed

Before I went to bed that night, I opened the latest slushy noobz video that had been posted a few hours ago. I watched my painfully awkward entrance, which Hamzah had thankfully edited to make me look slightly more poised. I scrolled to the comment section, reading the top comment. It stuck in my head the remainder of the night, its implications bouncing around my head.

Comments 1,218:

iPodSlusher: Oh my God, the way Hamzah looks at her.

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I hope you enjoyed this!! I can’t stop writing haha so let me know if you’d like me to continue 💕

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