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Pornstar!Leon Kennedy x AFAB!Fem!Reader Warnings: SMUT, MNDI, Sex Toys, Grinding, Overstimulation, Pornography, Filming, Oral (using toy), Doggy Style, Rough sex, Dom!Leon, Praise kink, Degradation kink, Implied Sex Addiction, porn with little plot, Summary: It's only fair he treats his no.1 fan...

Words: 2.4k

This is stuff I wanted to include in the first part but made a pt2 instead. Can be read as a stand alone! Part 1 here thank you @shymoob for proof reading and @swordtosleeve for being my image finder ILY both

Taglist: @senawashere

You should have expected that the exchange of numbers wasn’t just pleasantries. No it was a string to attach you to his beck and call. To sedate the problem that you now caused to arise again. His apartment was a regular place for you to stay, equipped with a spot for your shoes at the door now, a cup awaiting for you on the counter with steam arising from it. However, today you weren’t at his abode…no he was here. Sitting with his cock in hand working it slowly as you mixed in ingredients together to make the mould– the one for his cock.

You couldn’t wipe away the giddy smile that adorned your features since he approached you with this idea. The simple dinner and fuck you had planned was now turning into yet another video idea for him. When he had originally approached you with the idea of watching you masturbate to his video, one that you have watched repeatedly since he posted it, you were quick to rush to the bedroom proudly showing off dildo you kept in your drawer. Asking if it was satisfactory for what he wanted. Leon had to admit that he was pretty impressed with the size of it, what it lacked in length it gained in girth.

He was surprised you were even as tight as you were since you were using that thing regularly. Yet, he had a surprise of his own…only one that his biggest fan could ever get.

The box and its instructions were simple, as was holding his cock, slowly working his tip with his thumb watching you saunter around the apartment in the lace bodysuit you claimed to have bought for him. At least you got his favourite colour – navy blue. The alginate of the mould felt weird when he slid it over his cock the substance was both cold and soothing as the mould began to form.

He looked up at you once he was comfortably buried and smiled at the sight of you eagerly sitting waiting for your present like the good girl you were. “This seems like the one thing you can be patient for” He chuckled, watching the subtle clench of your thighs as you slowly became needy. “Do I get to keep it?” You asked him, your eyes slowly drawing away from the branded tube to his blue eyes, partially hidden by his blonde strands. “If you are a good girl”

Bratty girls did better on his site, watching him manhandle them in a way they could squirm from his punishing thrusts that seemed to get the most clicks. However, with you, his perfect girl, he didn’t seem to mind that you would submit to every command he gave. You always ended up punishing yourself by asking for more, begging for him to go deeper. Dribbling like a cock drunk freak as he gave you wave after wave of pleasure until your legs couldn’t stop shaking and your vision went black.

You were his perfect fleshlight, Viagra and cheap silicone no more, not with your tight ass pussy.

Leon couldn't wait to bury his length inside your warmth and enjoy the contrast of temperatures. His cock twitched the more he thought about it, with how eager you were the last time he couldn't wait to see what he could do with you this time. The camera set up on the headboard ready to film down at the mess he would make you, his beloved no.1 fan. He is glad to have met you, the resolution to his embarrassing problem and now his money maker.

“You are meant to keep it still until it fully sets” you giggled, watching as the container moved with each thump of his cock. Leon grumbled under his breath, his eyes flicking towards you with an amused smirk. “You being dressed like that and squirming on the spot doesn’t help it stop twitching”

“I need it as accurate as possible so stop moving” you instructed with a slight pout on your face. Leon scoffed at your complaint, almost tempted to force his cock to twitch again. However if he wanted to keep you happy and subjectable to his inner desires he needed to behave. To tease you just enough that you spread yourself willingly for him.

So instead he let his head fall back over the edge of the chair, looking at the bland ceiling with an exaggerated sigh. “How long do we have to wait?” he groaned like an impatient toddler. In his defence his own neediness grew the more he thought about you to harden his length. The cold silicone is not cooperating in his task. “It should be done soon”. He smiled at your chuckle as he groaned again. Any second now he would be free from this frozen trap.

Leon flinched as your hands encased his own, helping him slide out. You smiled at the hole he made, the shapes and ridges you knew were now imprinted waiting for you to feel every time you used it. “Satisfied?” He asked, sitting up in the chair again to watch you. Leon watched the swish of your hair as you nodded, thinking about all the times you would flick it over your shoulder to kiss him as you grinded on his length.

“Very”

You missed his smirk as you turned your back, carefulling mixing the silicone before pouring it in the mould. Slamming it on the desktop to ensure there were no bubbles. There was only one chance to do this – it needed to be perfect with no fuck ups.

“Now we wait” You said as you turned to face him again, watching the slow teasing circles he was doing against his slit. “Don’t you want to wait for the video?” You whispered, swaying your hips slighly as you sauntered over to him. “I know you’ll get me worked up again in no time, you always know how to do it best” He replied, his hands gripping your hips as you stood in between his legs. Your hands laid on his shoulders, staring down at him with lust filled eyes but instead of climbing on him and rapidly riding him like you would normally do, you cupped his face. Smirking at the stubble as it pricked your skin, the small tinges of pain were worth it as you brought him closer to your lips.

The kiss was softer than he was used to from you, your teeth didn’t clash against his as you desperately kissed him. Instead they were feather-like, he could barely feel the imprint of them until you removed them. A light pink dusted Leon's cheeks as he followed you, not wanting to break the kiss. He tugged you closer, needing you to breathe, to release the pressure that throbbed through his cock.

You swung your legs over his lap, the lace being the only thing preventing you both from touching. Leon ran his fingers along the hem of the bodysuit, the pads of them touching your thighs leaving goosebumps in their wake. “As pretty as this is please…I need to be inside” He groaned, thrusting his cock between your legs watching the tip appear between your thighs. The precum made the pretty lace shine as it mixed with arousal that slowly dripped. You shook your head, instead rolling your hips softly against the length. Long teasing strokes that had him gripping the flesh of your ass to encourage you to move again.

“Not yet” you muttered against his lips. Leon kissed you hard once again trying to fight off the urge to moan at your movements not wanting to look any more pathetically needy than he already did with his weeping cock. You rocked your hips again, thighs clenching with the movements as you drew more fluid out from him. His grip tightened, once silent now leaking hiss’ and whimpers from his mouth. “Fuck baby…slow down”

“I thought you would be fine before the video” You teased, increasing your pace and silencing his comeback with another needy kiss. He could feel your slick against his cock, the lace turning scratchy as the fibres soaked most of it up. The feeling was too much, his balls tightening preparing to shoot his load against his stomach. Until the timer beeped and your phone vibrated harshly against the wooden desk.

He bit his lip as you pulled back and walked to the desk, his chest breathing deeply as he willed his orgasm to go away. At least they could get right to filming, no longer in need for foreplay. Leon watched you demould the dildo, revealing it bit by bit as you peeled it away. Maybe he should have picked a different colour other than the pale pink but it didn’t really matter you seemed to like it. Inspecting it like you were quality control, going over every detail he had on his cock. Leon caught you occasionally glancing over at his weaping mess almost like you were comparing it. “Is it good?” He asked, walking over to you.

You leaned back into his touch, feeling his length slide back between your thighs as he examined the product himself. It was accurate and he had chosen a softer silicone making it that much more realistic as it would glide in and out of your warmth. “It’s perfect”

You both moved to the bed like giddy teenagers, getting ready to solve the dripping need that spread throughout your body. As Leon pressed record and made sure the angle was okay, you slid the dildo between your lips, your tongue circling it like you would have done on him. “Someone's eager”

Leon removed the dildo from your mouth, smirking at the line of dribble that followed it from your lips. He guided you in front of a laptop, the screen with a familiar thumbnail, one that was now engraved in your memory. The dildo stood tall in front of the screen, the ridges and veins of his cock highlighted by your saliva. Leon's view was your ass and oozing cunt, spread eagerly for his cock to slide right in but he was too hard for that, too ready to spill himself inside your walls. So instead he inserted two fingers, scissoring your cunt before curling them against that spongey spot inside you. His fingers were thick, they always were. Moved quickly and precisely leaving you with little choice but to become a whimpering mess.

“Press play, I hope you like my gift…why don't you use it?” He teased, pushing your head towards the pale pink object. Your lips squished against the tip as your fingers pressed the spacebar. The familiar sounds of your moans filled the room, crackling out from the crappy laptop audio. Leon increased the speed at which he curled his fingers, his thumb finding your twitching clit quickly before making work of that. His aim was to make you cum, to drench your hole so he could slide in with ease. Filling you with his warmth.

You continued to watch his movements on the video, the way your body squirmed away from his touch. Drunken slurs of you begging and pleading for more filling the room. The title was in bold, the shy freak staring back at you. You had still yet to thank your friend for dragging you out that night, forcing you to the bar where you then met him.

Once a shy freak now turned into the perfect fleshlight for Leon to play with. Your drool slid down the cock, pooling out from the sides of your mouth in a graphic scene. You looked like a mess, your eyes already hazing over as he forced you to choke on it continuously. “Fucking…look at you” Leon groaned as his cock slapped against your ass, Pre-cum now watery and desperate as it spilled over your skin like lotion.

He waited, smirking at your tightness as you suffocated his fingers dragging them further inside you with every flutter. “Such a perverted mess watching us like this. I knew you could put that mouth to good use”

Leon had been eager to see your oral skills since the cherry trick, proudly showing off the tied stem like a reward for his attention. Your whine was loud but muffled as you finally orgasmed around his fingers, your clit twitching with overstimulation as he continued his assault through your release. He didn't stop there though, his finger slid out from you, your arousal dripping down his wrist as he brought the digits to his mouth. The skin already pruning as they met his tongue, the sweet taste of you filling his senses allowing him to let out a deep groan.

He smirked as you squirmed, waving your ass in the air as your mouth stayed silent – a beg for him to fill you. You smiled around the cock, eyes shutting briefly as his tip prodded at your entrance. “No eyes open and watching or you don't get it” he said whilst pushing your head further down the dildo earning a choked groan from you. He continued to bob your head with a fistful of your hair, your tits bouncing as he slowly thrusted inside you. If he had half a Brain in this moment he would have moved the camera, angled it better to see the way your cunt suffocated his cock. However, the deeper he got the more drunk he got off you. Swears left his lips like a chant, insults and praises giving you the whiplash you needed to cum again.

He couldn't hold himself back as you did so, your wall gripping him so tight he had no other choice but to bury himself to the point your cervix was getting abused. Grinding his load deep into your cunt as he shoved your head down further. “Fuck–so good” he whimpered as he pulled you away. Leaving the pink dildo with a fresh shine after its first use. Leon wrapped his hand around your already sore throat, bringing you back into his chest as he kissed you roughly.

His cock now slid out and sat back snug between your thighs as his cum dripped over it. He reached for the camera, your tired body following his movements as he filmed the view up close. Your messy face and puffy lips being the start all the way down to your overused pussy, his fingers spreading your equally puffy cunt to display his load leaking out. Once the recording stopped he retreated into his aftercare, laying you on the bed gently before going to get a rag. The items were set aside, your sensitive pussy now cleaned as you laid in his arms.

“What are you titling this one?” You asked him quietly, the sleepy mumble causing him to smile slightly before bringing you closer. “How about ‘who needs a flashlight when I can use my no.1 cocksleeve’?”

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writingwisterias · 3 hours ago

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Reblogging to get you excited for pt2 in a bit

Do you think you could write pornstar!leon x reader? I’m not in any rush, I just needed to get this idea out

I was thinking older Leon (40s-60s) x college student reader (early 20s at the youngest)

He’s been retired for quite a while, but you stumbled onto his old videos somehow, and you’re obsessed with them. I’m imagining he did them when he was a little older for one reason or another but he stopped. Maybe an erectile problem or he got bored of it. Or something entirely different, it’s up to you.

Then you meet him somehow, one thing leads to another and you’re fucking your favorite ex-pornstar <3

I don’t have anything else in mind, maybe a little good old cunnilingus and something about how the guys your age don’t know how to treat someone right. I don’t know I just needed to share this.

I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE!! I really hope you enjoy because I've had the idea for so long and you have provided the best opportunity for it!!

Warnings: SMUT, MNDI, Basically Porn, Dom Leon, Age-Gap, Sub Reader, Drinking, Rough sex, Light Degradation Kink, Praise Kink, Filming, Unprotected Sex, Masturbation, Erectile dysfunction, implied sex addicts Words: 4.3k

Thank you Two n Eva for letting me ramble constantly again...and Shy for beta readings ily all (ignore me adding tags when I remember them it's late for me shh)

It shouldn't be this hard. It’s not like he hasn’t done it a thousand times already. The method was simple, he could even use his own videos for reference if he wanted to. Leon squeezed the base yet again, willing the damn thing to even just twitch. It didn’t matter what he did anymore, his days of pleasure seemed to come to an end. The viagra that remained unopened in the bedside table was becoming tempting but that was a last resort, a pathetic one at that. It made him feel old to admit defeat like he’s lost his glory days.

Leon squeezed the base again, the pads of his fingers running along his sack. The stimulation gave him something, a small twitch barely noticeable with his dick in his tight grip. Yet, it was something, the only proof that it still had some energy left in the damn thing.

The tip was pink and sad staring at him from where he looked down on it. No longer was it that angry red colour, spewing out dribbles of pre cum eagerly. That’s why the fans liked him, he was messy. If only they could see him now, see this pathetic sight. His page remained bare, the last video posted almost a year ago now.

Not that it mattered, he had enough money from the ones he made because instead of turning it into some production he kept the shitty quality of his phone as it seemed enough for the majority. Well, at least he’s never read any complaint about it.

One more try, that’s what he would do, before either giving up or going for that drawer. His thumb brushed over the tip before he rolled it back. The roughness of his thumb is the perfect contrast to the sensitive skin. He could feel the slick form, a pathetic watery substance that would be no good for a film. With his hand still doing the motion Leon looked to the ceiling with a sigh, something that he did out of boredom didn’t even help him now. Years of abusing the rush of pleasure and his multiple orgasms a night have finally stabbed him in the back. His eyes flicked to the tv, the pictures lighting up the dark room. Never stopping the work on his flaccid cock as he prayed eventually it might spring to life.

Surely it was unhealthy to be obsessed with a guy like this, to watch the shitty pornhub videos he posted nearly every night like they were some bedtime programme. The cumshots, whimpers and moans all send shockwaves down to your core, the puffy nerve working quickly to ensure you know it's neediness. His face card was lethal, hair falling over his eyes that were lined with a dark look. It was all too tempting…arousing. Every night you found yourself in the same position, legs spread as wide as you could get them as your fingers circled your clit in teasingly slow motions whilst you watched the video on your laptop. Your pussy stuffed with the largest dildo you could find online. Always ensuring that you match the same pace of his actions. He never said anything, his groans were enough for you. The deep raspy tone was engraved in your every thought at this point, you were surprised it hadn’t turned into your inner monologue.

You watched his dick twitch in his hands, his hips buckling slightly, all signs that you had learnt was him nearing his end. You worked harder, moving the dildo deeper and slower just like his hips were moving. A punishing brutal pace with the soul goal of his own pleasure. The coil tightened, a thread ready to snap as the minutes of the videos counted down.

How many times have you done it tonight?

You poor clit abused, white hot pleasure searing through your system as your nerves set on fire. Your thighs clamping around both of your hands as you orgasm. The slick flooding out from between your fingers as your brain settles into the right mode to sleep. The fuzziness lingering like a drug. An addiction.

You watched with half-closed eyes and short breaths as he showed off the mess he made across the expanse of his abs. Giving off a subtle wink to the camera before it finally stopped. The date of the post made you frown, it was the most recent one…posted almost a year ago. You couldn’t help the thought’s circling about his life now. Wondering if he would ever post again. Maybe he has kids now, a wife, someone to spoil all the money he earned on.

The parasocial relationship you had formed with him was wrong and a stupid thing to cling onto. You were sure to be the only activity on his page anymore; there was definitely no one else was this insane to choose only one pornstar to get off to. Let alone the one who hasn’t posted anything recently. His videos were always more like a home video, shitty quality, barely audible, it really wouldn’t surprise you if he filmed them on a camcorder.

You weren’t even sure if any other dick would get you off at this point – not that you had anything other than the dildo to use. Though, if you did manage to bring someone home, you suppose you could beg for them to quiet as you closed your eyes to imagine him. The thought caused embarrassment to settle in your stomach, the sex addict he had made you become was shameful at least that's what you had been raised to believe.

A woman shouldn’t be this in tune and free with her sexual side, it was always wrong according to your parents. Your sexuality was something for a man to explore and take only for himself. It wasn’t for you, it shouldn’t be pleasurable for you. If your friends knew, they would also shame you for this. They didn’t need anymore fuel for how lonely you were, your search history would surely traumatise them.

Your eyes flicked down to the corner of your laptop, blinking away the tears that lingered in your waterline, to see the time. 30 minutes to get ready before you leave for drinks with your friends. To see the indie rock band that was playing tonight, your friend's boyfriend, the lead singer. You had no idea why that meant you had to go, though the promise of their bar tab convinced you. There was no hope in going home with someone, never was anymore. All the old fucks that lined the seats of that took away the eyecandy you were looking for and if you did find them…well even you knew that you deserved better than some small dick looking for a quicky.

Your outfit was simple and comfortable. The jeans hugging you perfectly, the top low cut enough to show off the girls that were definitely co-operating tonight for a change. Their perkiness was evident in every step you took towards the bar, holding your arms around yourself to fight off the lingering cold in the air. You wafted through the cloud of second hand smoke, breathing the scent in deeply allowing it to settle in your lungs. Old habits never strayed too far from reach you suppose.

The music vibrated through the floor, bodies bumping into as you made your way to the stage. Your friend greeted you with a large smile, her eyes sparkling with joy as she glanced back at her boyfriend. Their relationship was sweet, full of honeymoon type of love and appreciation. You envied them, that somehow in this crap world they managed to find a sweet relationship. You weren’t built for that, not when you were here at this moment and all you could think about was returning home and dealing with the pulsing need in your underwear.

A drink was shoved in your hand, one from her ‘to loosen you up a bit’ apparently. You looked too tense, ridgid for someone that was here to have fun and enjoy the moment. The neat whiskey burned on the way down, settling somewhere deep in your chest. It warmed you, distracted you; both were welcomed in this scenario. “Is everything alright tonight? You’re like a wooden doll” Your friend laughed as she walked you over to the bar. Her grip was at least grounding, stopping the internal fire blazing inside you. “Yeah I’m good, just a rough day”

“Good job you’re here then” she laughed, handing you another drink. You watched the amber liquid swirl, the condensation running down the sides of glass reminding you too much of him. Of the scenes you have watched over and over again. She waved her hand in front of your face, breaking the trance you had on the droplets. “Are you sure you are okay?”

How could you tell her that you were itching to return home? To lay in your soft sheets and watch him. Your skin burned – desire running through you constantly. You couldn’t do anything about it, everything reminded you of him.

“Drink to forget?” You responded, smiling weakly at your friend. Hers only grew a wild look in her eye before calling a round of shots, bringing you into a side hug whilst giggling. It definitely worked. Your body felt lighter, happier. That burning desire now muted until you at least got home. Your hips swaying with hers, smiles and laughter filling the bubble you had formed around yourselves.

It was your turn to collect the next round of drinks, your shoes dragged across the floor, boots scuffing against the things that had fallen out of people's pockets. Barely avoiding people's elbows as you passed them. You attempted to avoid looking at the couples pressed against the walls, their lips locking onto each other in a heated exchange of passion. Thankfully their moans are muted by the volume of the guitar.

Yet, you froze in place as your eyes fell upon the slumped figure at the bar. You tried blinking away the drunken haze, the one that blurred with the lights of the bar whilst you observed every curve of the muscle he bore, the nose bridge…hands wrapped around the beer bottle. It couldn’t be. No you weren’t that unlucky and lucky at the same time. Not when you were finally forgetting about him tonight, about the fantasies and daydreams over what he would be like.

His head lifted as his eyes scanned over the pool of people dancing, the flashing lights blurring their movements. Except for yours because you were still stationary like an idiot, looking right at him. He observed your form as you finally finished the journey to the bar and ordered a large cocktail topped with ice and a glazed cherry. Leon's eyes ran over your chest as you leant against the bar. Your chest was moving slowly and deeply like you were trying to calm yourself. Your nails are scratching at the rings of alcohol that were left on it that your focus now remained on. He couldn’t approach you like he would have in the past, the obvious age gap didn’t bother him. Your youthful skin would feel heavenly under his calloused fingertips. No, the lack of the twitch in his trousers as he perved on you was a reminder that after his failed attempt earlier to get this shit to work before he gave up and dragged himself here. At least the band playing tonight was actually decent. For once.

He never looked away, not once. Not even as people filtered in front of his line of sight. Everytime you allowed your eyes to drift over to him, he was still watching; taking slow sips of the beer he was nursing. The temperature of the drink cooled your skin as you took it from the bartender, savouring the liquid encouragement as you sipped on it. The cherry cola cocktail settled better than the whiskey you had drank earlier. It was dangerous mixing your drinks, each drink adding to the tipsy haze you bore. The cherry was sweet as you slipped it into your mouth. The vodka infused with it makes you smile.

Leon couldn’t pull his eyes away if he wanted to, not as you drank. Your neck looked perfect as you extended it whilst lifting the glass, your lips curving into a smile as you chewed on the alcoholic cherry. He licked his lips as he watched, almost trying to imagine which part of your neck would be the most sensitive spot to suck one. Which spot would force you to sing perfectly to him? Would it taste like sweat and perfume as he kissed your neck? Or remain flavorless like all the girls he was with before.

You smiled when your eyes finally met again, a big toothy grin that proudly displayed the cherry stem from between your lips.

Perfectly tied.

It was only then he felt the throb, the one he's craved to feel for over a year. His cock quickly worked its way to a semi as he watched you saunter over. Your perfume filled his senses as you slid into the chair next to him. His suspicions on what you would taste like as it smelled expensive. Moving to sit with him was a bold move on your behalf but with the liquid encouragement flowing through your system you just decided to run with it. If this worked, you would be a fool to waste this chance. You simply place the stem on the bar in front of him, now glaringly obvious you were skilled with your tongue.

“Where did you learn how to do that?” He chuckled. His blue eyes now bore that dark look underneath the strands of hair that fell over his face. Leon leaned back in the stool, his chest turned towards you. The shirt was tight, straining against him as he moved showcasing everything you knew lies beneath. “Research, thought it would be a useful skill to learn” You teased, your body subconsciously leaning towards him. His deep musk hit your senses, the linger smell of the beer in the air he exhaled. It was intoxicating, just as you imagined it would be.

“You always do this?” He asked again, the green bottle putting some distance between the two of you as he sipped on it again. The condensation ran over his fingers as he raised it. Leon smirked against the rim of the bottle as he watched your eyes flick over his hand. “Only with guys that eye fuck me across the bar” You retorted, blinking slightly as you looked back towards his eyes. He hummed deeply, considering his next actions which were largely influenced by the throb of his cock. “How often does that happen?”

“Calling me pretty?”

Leon chuckled, finally leaning forward into your space. His hand landed on your thigh, squeezing it lightly. “I’d be lying if I said you weren’t”

You scanned his face, breath faltering at his closeness. Everything faded to the background, you forgot where you were, why you were here. All gone as you savoured the addiction of his smell, the curve of his features now they were close enough. You wanted to whimper his name, kiss his lips until they puffed up more. Leon smiled as your tongue darted out between your lips, licking them slightly. Your saliva creates the perfect gloss across them, making them even more tempting.

As soon as your lips met you melted. Your hands found the inner curve of his thigh as you moved closer, leaning into him for support. The passion was addictive as the kiss grew heated, his touch set you on fire as his hand cupped your jaw possessively. When he finally pulled away, he laughed as you chased after him. “Your place or mine?”

“Yours”

His hand was larger than yours as he pulled you along with him out of the bar. The cloud of smoke greeted you again, settling deeply in your system as you both waited for the cab. His lips were upon you again, chasing the growing erection in his trousers. The one that was now becoming painfully hard, not that he would argue. He grinned into your lips, held you closer letting you feel it against your stomach. Feel the want, need, hunger he had for you.

The cab ride continued the heated exchange and wandering hands as he cupped your body, fingers rubbing over your peaked nipples through the fabric of your shirt. You almost felt bad for the driver…almost. Never would you have expected him to be so needy. To seem like he wanted this just as much as you. Not with his extensive collection of media anyway, surely you were just another fuck and you should be pawning over him more than he was over you.

The door slammed shut behind the two of you, both immediately toeing off your shoes without breaking the kiss. He leads you further inside, his hands stripping clothes like a trail. Leading all the way to the infamous room, the bed with sheets that smelled like him. That collected everything he proudly showed off in his media. He was painfully hard now, his cock tenting obviously in his underwear as he pushed you on the edge of the bed.

Leon’s cheeks were flushed, his chest heaving as he stared down at you. The black lace that decorated your body, hiding the things he wanted to taste and feel the most from view. You were magic, a drug to him. Lust finally only filled his senses as his cock twitched against the fabric. No longer was it pathetic and weak like earlier. Fuck he felt great, alive again…

You removed your bra, displaying the perfect peaks to him as you stretched your arms above your chest. He licked his lips, watching them bounce with your movements. Grinning as you laid back against the bed, lifting your hips to remove the underwear that covered your sex. Proudly displaying the weeping mess to him, as a juicy dessert for him to devour if he pleased.

The whine that left your lips was embarrassing as he pulled his boxers down. You were greeted with a live viewing of his leaking tip, the substance no longer that pathetic watery mess he produced recently. You finally got him working again. You moved up the bed as he hovered over you, smiling as you were surrounded by every sense of him. The giddiness of your dreams peaking through. As he began to rub his cock through the wetness of your folds you couldn’t help but moan. The syllables of his name were drawn out as he teased your clit with his tip.

But he hadn’t told you his name.

His hands grasped your cheeks tightly, bringing your eyes back to him with a widened stare. “What did you say?” He demanded. You looked up at him dumbfounded, your brain scrambling for an excuse that would stop the flood of embarrassment. “How do you know my name?” He continued, his grip loosening as he stared down at you. His cock twitching at your entrance. It was all too arousing.

“Y-your videos…” You sputtered out, hips pathetically lifting from the bed to continue the feeling of his movements earlier. Your stomach tightening as a sly grin began to form on his face. “What a little whore I’ve found…a fan of mine hm? Wanted to get a feel of this?”

He emphasised the question by notching his tip at your entrance, feeling the tight hole clench and twitch around it. “Y-yes” You admitted, eyes never leaving him. Leon pulled back, his thighs moving underneath yours as he reached over for his phone. Left abandoned on the side earlier in the night. It didn’t take him long to find what he’s looking for. The extensive list of his filmography highlighting your features as he turned the device towards you. “Which ones are your favourite then, sweetheart?” He chuckled.

The question was a hard one to answer if it had been asked by anyone in general, but now he was asking it? You felt the pressure, the shame of having to admit which one you touched yourself to the most, the one that made you the wettest. “This one” You whispered, clicking on it. Only to then be met with the shlick sounds of him rubbing himself. The tip appeared and disappeared between his fists in a rapid motion, unlike the speed he was now teasing you with. “You liked watching me get myself off, pumping this hard throbbing cock towards the camera?”

You responded with a nod, hiding your features in the bedding beside you. No he wouldn’t let you do that. Not when his cock was practically screaming to be sheathed inside your warmth. To feel your perfectly aroused pussy throb around him. He stopped his movements, the sound of the video barely audible over your panting.

Leon gripped at your face again, guiding you to look at him. “Such a dirty girl you are” He teased as he finally pressed himself into you. His own noises became pathetic whimpers as he finally felt himself be surrounded by his addiction, finally giving into the craving after his body forced him to go cold turkey from. He didn’t need the meds that still lied in the drawer next to you, not when your perky breasts moved against his chest. The nipples peaked and sensitive as the movements forced moans out of you. His name was heaven on your lips, the perfect melody.

You didn’t notice that Leon had now leaned back again, not when he was assaulting you with the perfect amount of pleasure. His hips moving in a slow grind, hitting that spongy spot deep inside of you. There was no point holding back your moans, not when you felt his cock throb inside you at every one. You felt the puffy vein you always wanted to trace with your tongue running along inside you, his cock barely existing before he drove it back.Then you heard the beep of his phone camera recording and his deep chuckle.

“What a lucky fan you are” he spoke, the camera aimed at the action of him entering and leaving.

“Be a good girl and hold this steady, yeah?” He instructed, angling the camera in your hands for the perfect view of him drilling into you. The change of pace was intense with how sudden it was, the rhythm soon becoming the perfect thing you needed as the coil quickly tightened up. However, Leon wasn’t aiming for your release, only his own. You began to move against him, squirming away as you lingered on the edge of overstimulation.

“Hold it steady now”

Leon groaned at your whine, at each clench you lovingly offered him. His hand held yours, angling the camera back at the money shot where his cock drove into you. Removing his cock only once to circle your clit with the tip. Finally now angry and red again for the camera, weeping his pre all over your untouched skin. He was making a mess of you, a glorious one. The pleasure was perfect as he chased his own. His hips moved faster and faster until they became a bruising pace.

He looked perfectly like this, hovering about you. It was everything you ever imagined and thought of during the day. His eyes remained screwed shut as he took in what he craved. “Fucking perfect” he grunted. He never spoke in his videos, only producing his grunts and moans. This was a first…a first for a lot of things.

The most important one being his first orgasm in a year. He never released he needed a younger pussy, a perfectly neat one for him to abuse and ruin with the size of him. To mould it for only him and no one else. He sucked against your skin, nipping at your breasts, releasing them with a loud pop. “Fucking hell…”

You felt his hips buck harshly, a groan leaving his lips…the signs of his release. You moaned his name again as his finger toyed with your clit. The muscles of your tights twitching as you finally orgasmed with a desperate whine. You felt like you were on cloud nine, with the added tipsiness of the bar earlier. Leon continued to assault you through it, the fuzziness of the evening blending together as all his blood rushed south. He pulled out of you, aiming his cock towards the phone and was still angled at the action. With a few harsh pumps, his load came spurting out coating your body in his translucent substance.

Your chests heaved as you stared at each other with lust blown eyes. The post orgasm status settling in. Regret from either of you nowhere to be found, only the neediness and desire for another round.

It wasn’t until a few days later you got the text from him. Opting to not contact him first in fear of looking even more like a crazed fan. Despite the fact he wanted to keep in contact. You must have been a pretty good fuck then. The thought offered a light ego boost for a few days at least. To Leon you were perfect, his cock constantly throbbing to life now he had the crappy video on his phone but he wasn’t selfish. It was only fair that you got to see your side of the action, to witness the pornographic moment of that night. Which you helped create.

‘Did you see the video?’

Confused, you checked his page, waiting for the small circle to stop spinning in the corner of your laptop. The title made you blush, the throbbing need that had been satiated for the past few days rushing back quickly.

SHY FREAK GETS FUCKED BY HER IDOL

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