ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ 𝓱𝓲𝓸 !! 18+ | 𝓶.𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 + 𝓲𝓷𝓯𝓸 | writing and personal blog. most of my writing is nsfw and contains heavy dark content. minors do not interact! not spoiler free!
You and Toji had been “wrestling” on the living room floor for the last ten minutes, more roughhousing than actual fighting. He’d let you get a few decent shots in—mostly because he enjoyed the way you threw yourself at him like you actually stood a chance.
But Toji was done playing nice. With one smooth motion he hooked a thick arm around your neck from behind, pulling you back against his broad chest and locking you in a headlock. His bicep bulged against the side of your head, veins standing out under sun-tanned skin. “Gotcha’,” he growled roughly in your ear.
You squirmed hard, heart hammering, but the more you struggled the tighter his arm flexed around you. “Let go, you oversized bastard,” you hissed, still trying to pry at his forearm even as slick slipped dripped between your thighs. You turned your head just enough and sank your teeth into the thick meat of his bicep.
Toji grunted, the sound half-pain, half-laugh. “The fuck? You biting me now?” He flexed his arm deliberately, forcing your jaw to open a little wider around the hard muscle. “Keep that up and I’ll make you regret it, you little shit.”
You didn’t let go immediately. Instead you bit down harder, tasting salt and skin, feeling the way his muscle jumped under your teeth. Muffled against his arm, you argued back, “You’re the one cheating with that cheap headlock. Let. Me. Go.”
“Yeah?” His free hand slid down your side, gripping your hip hard as he yanked your ass back against the growing bulge in his sweats. “Make me,” he taunted against your ear. “C’mon. Bite harder if you’re so tough.” He yanked you tighter again, forearm pressing firmly against your throat.
You did. Teeth digging in deeper, tongue pressing against the vein that stood out under the pressure. Toji groaned as he shoved your pants and panties down in one rough tug with his other hand. He freed himself from his sweats, his heavy cock slapping against your ass before he lined up and pushed in.
You moaned around his bicep before he released your hip just long enough to smack your ass hard before he grabbed you again and slammed in deeper. “You bite me, I fuck you stupid. Fair trade.”
Your head was spinning, trapped in the headlock, face pressed into his bulging bicep while he railed you from behind. Drool slipped from the corner of your mouth, mixing with the sweat on his arm.
Toji leaned in closer, lips brushing your ear as he panted. “C’mon, keep fighting me. Makes your pussy squeeze so fucking tight when you’re mad.” He gave a particularly vicious thrust, grinding his cock against your pussy.
You answered by sinking your teeth in even deeper, a muffled “Fuck you,” vibrating against his muscles.
“Already doing that, princess.” He snapped back as his pace turned brutal, arm keeping you pinned exactly where he wanted you. Toji’s grunts and curses filled your ear, his sweat-slick chest pressed tight to your back, the headlock never loosening.
You came hard with his bicep between your teeth, muffling your scream as your pussy clenched around him. Toji followed right after with a guttural groan, burying himself deep and flooding you with hot cum.
He didn’t release the headlock as he held you there, panting against your neck, cock still twitching inside you. “Round two?” he murmured, flexing his arm again making you choke as it wrapped tighter around your throat. “Or you tapping out already, princess?”
This bastard, as if a little headlock was going to make you tap out. You twisted your head as much as the headlock allowed and sank your teeth back into his bicep, right over the fresh bite mark you’d already left. You bit down hard, making him grunt.
“Motherf—alright, that’s it,” Toji growled, but there was clear delight in his tone. He yanked you tighter against him, hips snapping forward as you moaned “That all you—ah—got? Gonna have to do better if you want me to—fuck—tap out Ji…”
a/n: toji can keep me in a headlock till I pass out on his dick
⤷ 𝓷𝓼𝓯𝔀. 𝟏𝟖+. age gap. reader is of age. p in v. 𝟸.𝟽𝓀
large hands grab at your body and yank you into the bathroom, greedy and groping, as a gasp hitches in your throat. you knew that it was going to happen, that it was coming, and yet, you still gasp. thankfully though, the noise that escapes past your lips isn’t loud enough to get you caught
“fuck sweetheart—been killin’ me up here,” leon grumbles while he locks the door but before you have a proper chance to defend yourself, he’s pressing into you. his hand slides loosely around your neck and your fingers twist into his shirt as he crushes his lips onto yours
he tastes like beer and the fresh lemonade that you made for your dad’s barbeque. it’s sweet, which is a stark contrast to the filthiness of the kiss. it’s messy and sloppy and his teeth knock against your own before he nips gently over your bottom lip, eliciting soft moans that get muffled between your mouths
leon walks you backwards towards the counter until the edge of it is digging into your hips, “c’mon, we haven’t got long,” he huffs after he kisses you one last time and then, he spins you around and leaves you staring at him in the mirror with your face flushed pink and your chest heaving in short pants
“long for what?” you ask in a whisper and your answer comes in the form of leon bending you over with a hand planted on your spine while the other rucks the skirt of your dress up and over your ass, “leon, my dads outside—everyone’s outside,” you hiss and flail your arm in an attempt to swat his hand away from your body
your eyes flicker towards the frosted glass window that’s cracked open and overlooks the backyard where your dad is hosting his annual barbecue. there’s several people outside, friends and coworkers plus all of their families. it’s beyond risky but you don’t really seem to care when leon is grinding up against you
he’s hard and straining along the zipper on his jeans, bulging and squishing into the swell of your ass with every shift of his hips that knocks you off balance. you accidentally stand on leon's boots as your thighs clench but you manage to steady yourself by gripping onto the edge of the counter for leverage
“that’s why we haven’t got long,” leon mumbles eventually and then smooths his hand over your ass cheek until his fingers are teasing underneath the hem of your panties. you whine as he pulls them away from your body and the thin fabric separates from your wet pussy, “fuck—you’re already soaked,”
“have been all day—since you got here,” you sigh whilst his knuckle drags along the length of your cunt, from your hole down to your clit where his touch ghosts. it makes you whimper and try to push back against him but as you do, he pulls his hand away and slides your panties to the side in a rush
cool air fans over your warm skin and raises tiny pinprick bumps that tickle down your arms and over your thighs, causing you to shiver, regardless of the fact that it’s a warm, sunny, day—the perfect kind of day for your dad to host a party while his best friend fucks you senseless in the bathroom
“shit, me too—been hard this whole time ‘cos of your fuckin’ dress,” leon drawls while he undoes his belt with his free hand and then works the zipper on his jeans down without looking because he’s too busy ogling you and your—very short— ditsy dress in the mirror
truthfully, your dress isn’t anything special. it’s flowy and airy, perfect for the nice weather but it has thin little straps and contours around your tits nicely and you know for a fact that it always drives leon crazy. which, might have been the reason you reached for it when you were getting ready
“it’s my favo—oh,” you trail off into a quiet moan when the blunt head of leon’s cock nudges against your clit. he slips down the center of your pussy slowly, collecting and smearing slick over himself until there’s an easy glide between your skin and his before he presses against your dripping hole
“yeah, mine too,” leon breathes before he pushes into you. the sudden stretch is intense but it's everything that you’ve been needing all day and it causes your pussy to clamp down around him instantly, feeling every part of him and preventing him from going any further like he so desperately wants to
his hand slides over your hip, squeezing softly and bunching up fabric from your dress as he goes while you whimper and clench around him. eventually though, you reach back to loop your fingers around his wrist, scratching your nails over tanned skin, and that’s enough for him
leon sinks into you slowly, pushing in and then pulling out a little bit before he does it all over again. he’s thick and it forces your legs to part further than they already are to take him but, leon does you one better than that and grabs at the back of your thigh to manhandle your leg up until your knee is resting on the counter
“oh fuck,” you groan into your palm in an attempt to stay quiet as the new angle quickly drops him deeper into you, forcing him to bottom out and bump his heavy balls against your clit. you can feel him everywhere, deep inside of you, in your stomach and knocking the air out of your lungs, all at once
you watch in the mirror as leon traps his bottom lip between his teeth and stares down at where your bodies join, eyeing the fluttering of your cunt around the base of his cock and the thin sheen of slick that you’re coating his skin with and then, just as slowly as he sunk into you, he pulls back out
it’s a dizzying feeling, the drag of his length against the walls of your pussy, that are crushing him in a desperate bid to keep him trapped inside of you forever. if you had it your way, he’d be there all day, every day, but that—unfortunately—can’t happen since your dad has no idea that you and leon have been fucking for months
that’s what makes it more special though, you suppose. the fact that moments are stolen and kept secret, they’re rushed and not often planned and sometimes, it can be a long while before they happen again. so, you’ve started to make a conscious effort to savour whatever you can, when you can
“ready angel? m’not gonna be able to be nice about this,” leon asks, sounding genuinely apologetic. he likes to take his time with you normally, pulling you apart and putting you back together with his tongue or his fingers, always with his cock, but right now, time isn’t on your side
“yeah—yeah, it’s okay,” you whisper before you get caught in a silent moan as leon fucks into you in a single but harsh roll of his hips. you go from devastatingly empty to completely full to the brim in the blink of an eye and as much as you want to, you can’t make a sound
leon does though. he grunts against his will and hangs his head while he picks up his pace. his cock plunges into your cunt on every thrust, from the tip to the base in long strokes that makes your clit throb and cause a burn to spread throughout your stomach like a wildfire
outside, in the yard, people laugh loudly and it makes you tense up inadvertently while your eyes flicker back and forth between the window and leon’s reflection but, his eyes are lustful and there isn’t even a hint of care or worry in them as his pace doesn’t break for even a second
“focus here, not there,” he mumbles and gives both of your hips a reassuring squeeze before he leans over you. his chest rumbles against your back with every silenced groan and his lips ghost over your shoulder, prompting you to relax underneath him almost immediately, “yeah, just like that,”
his low mumbles pair with one of his hands sliding up and over your ribs to your tits. he yanks your dress down and your tit practically falls out and into his awaiting palm where his fingers dimple into your soft skin as he gropes and swipes his calloused fingertips over your perky little nipple
“god—leon,” you gasp and jerk with pleasure that’s being shared equally between his cock splitting you open, his wandering hands and the brush of his lips. it’s nothing like you’ve ever felt before, dancing along a thin line that’s somewhere around too much and simultaneously not enough
but, before leon can do anything more or answer you with something deep and—not doubt—wildly attractive, his phone starts to buzz on the edge of the counter. you didn’t even notice it earlier but you do now because the contact information that brightens his screen is for your dad
once again, you tense and if you weren’t sandwiched between leon and the counter, you would dart out of the bathroom in a hurry, “what the fuck do we do—what does he want?” you hiss in a panic even though your cunt is still fluttering and clenching around leon’s length
“i don’t know, let’s find out,” leon says in a deadpan tone as he reaches for his phone and doesn’t give you a chance to protest before he’s swiping his thumb across the screen to answer the call and putting his phone up to his ear, “yeah? what’s up?” he asks plainly
thankfully, you can’t hear what your father wants and whatever it is has the snap of leon’s hips slowing right down until he’s fully seated inside of you and starting to grind, which you wouldn’t mind if the tip of his cock wasn’t rubbing right over your cervix with the shift of his hips
“nah, i’m upstairs,” leon mumbles, his voice sounding oddly normal considering that you can feel him twitching inside of you. he must be asked another question because his eyebrows raise and then, “your kid? haven’t seen her, man” he lies through his teeth easily and smirks something filthy at you in the mirror
you should be terrified—disgusted even—but instead, your stomach flips and the dirty kiss of his cock against your cervix starts to do more for you than when he was properly fucking into you. leon watches you as your eyes roll back and your reddening cheeks puff outwards and...
the realisation hits you and him at the same time. you’re going to come whilst he’s talking to your dad—who’s literally just downstairs—and there’s nothing that can be done to stop it now
one of your hands slaps over your mouth as noises start to escape while the other shoves its way between your body and the counter to swirl your fingertips in furious circles over your throbbing clit. you’re too far gone and chasing a high that you shouldn’t be and all leon can do is witness it
if he’s still talking, you don’t hear it over the pounding of your heartbeat in your ears but you just simply don’t care as leon’s eyes sharpen in his reflection. his brows furrow and his jaw tightens and his hips start to buck quicker, making the grind of your bodies speed up too
tears prick along your waterlines and spill down your cheeks in fat drips, your ass bounces back against leon to meet his half assed thrusts and the coil in your stomach twists until it hurts. you’re right there and blinking at leon with wet lashes and a silent plead for him to push you over the edge—and he does
he slides in deep, slamming the head of his cock against your cervix while he tilts his phone away from his ear and then tips his head to one side and simply mouths, “come,” and your body is more than happy to oblige
searing heat courses through your veins and makes you sweat in an instant as your body shakes. your knee drops off of the edge of the counter and you trample over leon’s boots again while your knees buckle, prompting him to wrap an arm around your waist to keep you mostly upright and on his cock
you’re not sure if you make a sound, the whooshing in your ears is far too loud but your thighs tremble and your teeth grate together—that much you do know. you’re clamping around leon like a vice and his cock is jerking in time with your uneven clenches which means that he has to be close too
the coolness of the countertop soothes your damp forehead as you rest against it and ride out your orgasm with the help of leon’s hips rocking gently. except, your bliss gets interrupted when leon discards his phone onto the counter with a thud
“good girl,” he growls and clutches at your hips one last time. you're pliant from your orgasm and easy for him to control while he pounds into you like an animal, “so fucking good—god, wonder what your daddy would say if he knew you were up here—shit—coming around my cock,” he rambles
a sob rips out of your chest as leon spears his full length into your sensitive cunt. it aches in a dull way that makes your thighs snap shut and your fingers flex and bend until your knuckles are white, “he’d kill you,” you sniffle amidst the sound of leon’s skin colliding with yours
“yeah well, it’d be worth it,” leon grumbles deeply as his thrusts start to become uneven and sloppy, a telltale sign, “fuck—m’gonna come—c’mere, can’t make a mess of you yet,” he slurs his words and pulls out of you too quickly, eliciting your gasped yelp while he turns you around and shoves you down onto your knees
your tongue lolls out of your mouth when leon reaches down to hold your jaw. his other hand is sliding over his cock frantically, leaving his palm covered in a sheen of your slick. he jerks, once, twice, three times and then feeds the head of his cock past your lips, just in time for his length to kick
leon grunts above you, not nearly as loud as he usually does but still loud enough for it to be suspicious if anyone overheard it. neither of you appear to mind though as thick ropes of his come splash across your tongue and drip down your throat, coating it with the taste of him
his fingers stroke softly over your jaw while you hum and swallow around him lazily until he’s got nothing left to give you and his cock starts to soften. you pull off of him with a little pop, lick over your lips and then stand up while wincing over the pain darting though your kneecaps as you straighten your legs
there’s a moment of silence where leon traps you between him and the counter again but this time his arms wrap tightly around your body and his lips press softly against your hairline. it won’t last for long—it can’t—but you enjoy it for the few seconds that it does last
“m’sorry but one of us has to go out there, now,” he murmurs when he steps back and tucks himself back into his pants. he looks far more put together than you are, you’re sweaty and your dress needs rearranging and truthfully you just need a minute to breathe and hopefully stop your legs from shaking
“go, i’ll come out afterwards,” you whisper and slide the strap to your dress up your arm and back over your shoulder. leon just nods, kisses you properly, only a peck but it’ll do, and shoves his phone into his back pocket while he reaches for the door handle, “wait—what did you mean you can’t make a mess of me yet?”
leon just winks and then he’s gone
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a/n once again edited terribly but i wanted to get it out tonight x
the difference between men who hold you still in their lap and fuck up into you vs those who bounce you in their lap vs holding your hips and grinding you down on them
─── dad’s best friend LEON KENNEDY whose lips press in a kiss right on your soft ankle— you legs, spread wide open, rest on both of his shoulders, where they sit so nicely against his burning sweaty skin. your pussy walls squeeze him tightly and squirt all over his cock, fucked rough and messy into the older man’s hotel mattress for the third time this week.
as if it’s been in dire need to be stretched out again by his greedy cock in the span of three days and it’s barely wednesday— you walk straight into his room, dizzy and drunk on his cock, plump ass still tender and tight pussy sore and hurting from the nonstop, borderline animalistic sex and fingers drenched in squirt.
leon’s guilt is eating him up from the inside; the more guilt he feels for secretly fucking his best friend’s daughter and the more it consumes his thoughts, the harder his veins pulse right down the length of his cock while he’s buried inside you. his balls brim with sticky cum, plapping against your bare ass, “ah, fuck— you take it so well, sweet girl. open your mouth for me.”
what a sick nasty pervert. he shouldn’t feel so good having you sprawled in his hotel room with his fingers pushed down your throat. but leon watches your manicured fingers shake and drawing circles, trying so hard to abstain from waking the entire building up.
he pushes them to the side, dripping spit from his mouth down your swollen clit and dragging his fingers in circles while slowing down the pace of his thrusts to help you and placing another kiss on your ankle, “there you go. feels good, angel?”
you can feel the smell of sex all around you. in between your voiceless moans and leon’s grunts, it drips sticky and heavy down the walls and oozing out of your every pore. it smells like leon, masculine, like a man who’s been busy: shamelessly filling up his best friend’s daughter with cum all day long. his cologne is faint, leathery, long gone.
you can feel it radiate slightly right under his jaw, each time his abs press on your tummy and his cock slides with ease right back inside you, tip bruising your cervix so slightly, when he puts his weight on you, emptying his balls of cum inside you.
hiks im sorry but what's the point of that mod of re9 leon not having his messy stubbled beard hiks an angel lost its wings bro that's his ikeoji charm. rub it on me pleaze🙏
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