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@agentkennedy-dso
"Just a guy trying to do some good in the world."
Indie rp blog for Requiem era Leon Kennedy. Mun is in the 25+ crowd, expect mature themes (alcohol, canon typical violence, possibly NSFW content). 18+ only please, MDNI.
Multi ship with chemistry, main ships are Cleon, Chreon and Serennedy. All relationship threads are seperate timelines by default unless otherwise noted and discussed OOC.
More info below:
"So...Adam sent me an invite to a fundraiser gala. Would you like to join me as my plus one?~"
@agentkennedy-dso
Her eyebrow raised slowly, leaning her head to peer at him overtop her glasses. She slowly stood from where she was sitting smoothing her hands over her business wear. “Interesting, you want me to be your plus one? For something this big? Are you sure?” She said taking in a deep breath and slowly exhaling to maintain her professional appearance.
“I was certain you would be swimming in offers.” She teased with a half curved grin on her soft features. She left him in silence after that, not because she needed to think about her answer. That much she already knew, but to add a slight tension as he waited.
“I don’t think I can be your plus one Leon I’m sorry. All those people and our colleges. ” She finally said her tone completely neutral, but she couldn’t maintain her composure long. She wasn’t very good at drawing out teasing like this. “What I will be, is your date for the evening.” She wrinkled her nose almost playfully at him. Of course she already knew exactly what she would wear the night of. Her dark eyes remained watching for his reaction.
The speed at which his expression went from hopeful, to dejected, to downright elated could probably be studied - should have probably been studied, in fact. However, that was neither here nor there, considering the fact that he was barely containing his excitement. In fact, he was fairly certain that if he had a tail, it would be wagging at some unholy speed that could potentially facilitate lift off.
"Well, in that case, I'm looking forward to our date. It's black tie formal, so...you're gonna get to see me in something a lot different than this~" he said, grinning as he gestured to his current outfit. A tux would definitely be quite the switch from his usual Henley and tactical pants combination, but he's fairly certain he can survive one night all dressed up at a fundraiser with the woman he loves as his date.
A partial laugh escaped her in a breath, her smile had already easily spread against her face. His reaction had shifted more than she had seen anyone’s do before, yet it was the way he didn’t hide his excitement. How it was written all over her face that had her completely melting, almost blushing while she stared. “You are completely adored you know that?” She finally said.
Sienna gems met his blues as she reach up brushing her fingernails through his hair. “Black tie, formal.. I think I have that handled.” She said her tone softening slightly, her smile never fading. “I’m looking forward to seeing how you clean up.” She teased for a moment before letting her arm drop back to her side. “Just try not to forget about me when you’re surrounded by every else to notices you as well.” She wrinkled her nose once more, adjusting her glasses in an attempt to conceal her own excitement.
"Sweetheart, I could never forget about you," he said, smiling softly. If anything, he was fully anticipating having to fend people off from Hunnigan, even without knowing what she was going to wear.
Which promptly reminded him of a very important follow up question, to make sure they actually matched.
"Oh, what color dress are you planning on wearing? Just so I know what accent color to go with."
My peak ass chreon dynamic is where leon doesn't know how to process emotions and says the weirdest shit ever like "I want inside your skin." So ominously entirely cause they were cuddling and Chris decided that it was a great idea to kiss the man who notoriously bites when overwhelmed
Tldr Chris is Overly affectionate and leon can't process it so he's strange about it
"Hey, Ada...I know this is kinda out of the blue, but I need your help. I need to get a tux and I have no idea where to even start."
@agentkennedy-dso
Her head tilted to the side amber gems narrowing into small slits, looking for the punchline. She hadn’t seen Leon wear anything outside of henley’s and boots. There was the time in Europe where he wore blue jeans, even then his sense of fashion never seemed to fall in the category of suave.
“You need a tuxedo?” She quipped tapping her chin in amusement as she started walking a circle around him eyes scanning over him as if she didn’t know his physique. “Adorable, plan on playing violin at a recital like a twelve year old?” A soft teasing laugh escaped her as she stopped reaching over and pinching at his clothing with small tugs.
“You’ll want black, classic, peak lapels well fitted.” *Her hands moved up tapping against his shoulders for a moment.* “No satin flames on the cuff or any hideous novelty against the collar. The salesman will lie to you about style.” She then stepped back crossing her arms over her chest raising an eyebrow. “On second thought the jacket to fit the shoulders, you’ll fidget all afternoon if it’s off and then completely loose the item before the nights end..” Her eyebrow arched for a moment. “Alright cough it up, since when do you care about style or picking out a tuxedo?”
He sighed and pulled out his phone, showing her the invite to the gala. In neat lettering, the dress code was was listed plain as day:
Black-tie Formal.
"Adam told me that I had to wear a tux...and honestly, other than my plus one for this, you're the only person I trust to not make me look like a fuckin' clown."
He was quiet for a moment, biting his lip again. Bit of a nervous habit, that.
"Not to mention, I...I don't wanna ask my plus one cause, well...I wanna surprise her."
He was fully anticipating getting teased about that last revelation, but he'd had a feeling Ada was going to ask his reasoning for choosing her in particular. That didn't stop the blush on his cheeks, though, and he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, bracing for the teasing tsunami that he was certain he would be receiving.
Her eyebrows may as well fused with her hairline. She slowly blinked, for a moment she seemed almost stunned. Shaking her head, her smile dropped for a moment at the cruel reality that he was asking her to help him impress his plus one. Ada would be lying if she said she wasn’t a bit jealous in the moment given the history they shared.
“Surprise her.” Ada parroted for a moment, and she didn’t bother to hide the drop in her composure. Then almost instantly she leaned forward. “You have someone who you are trying to impress.. adorable.” She said slowly circling him once more.
“Then I guess we are pulling out all the stops aren’t we.” Ada tapped her chin curiously before tilting her head slightly to the side. “And who is her?” Amber gems glanced at him almost amused in nature, she wasn’t used to Leon seeking out someone other than herself. In fact the thought was quite entertaining for her, especially because she hadn’t seen him blush like this before. “Does she know you blush like a teenage girl with a crush when you think about her? Or that you are going above and beyond to take her very breath away?” Ada froze in place blinking. “She does know you exist right?”
"I would certainly hope she knows I exist, considering," he said, rolling his eyes a bit. The flush was still present on his cheeks, however, unable to stop himself from blushing like a schoolboy at the thought of Hunnigan in a formal dress.
"It's Hunnigan. She's my date for this."
You know, only 22 years of back and forth flirting later-
She hummed for a moment. “Considering.” She parroted before she reach into her bag. “You really are serious about this aren’t you?”she said as if she had assumed he was making a joke. “Alright.”
She pulled out her phone for a moment scrolling through. “First thing we will need is a barber, let’s see about a good one.” She said as she kept scrolling, holding her hand up with one finger. “For your awful array of split ends. Don’t worry you can keep the cut.” Looking up at him when she heard the name. “Interesting option, I don’t think I’ve seen her but I know who she is.”
He'd been ready to protest until Ada said he could keep his haircut, reaching up and messing with one of the longer sections of his hair instead, frowning at the ends.
Damn, he really did have a lot of split ends, didn't he?
"Huh, guess I do need a haircut...I didn't realize how bad it had gotten."
He shrugged and chuckled softly, sitting down with a soft sigh as he looked over the invitation again. God, he's hoping that this little fundraiser goes off without a hitch. The last thing he wants to deal with is bioweapons while he's in a tux.
"So...Adam sent me an invite to a fundraiser gala. Would you like to join me as my plus one?~"
@agentkennedy-dso
Her eyebrow raised slowly, leaning her head to peer at him overtop her glasses. She slowly stood from where she was sitting smoothing her hands over her business wear. “Interesting, you want me to be your plus one? For something this big? Are you sure?” She said taking in a deep breath and slowly exhaling to maintain her professional appearance.
“I was certain you would be swimming in offers.” She teased with a half curved grin on her soft features. She left him in silence after that, not because she needed to think about her answer. That much she already knew, but to add a slight tension as he waited.
“I don’t think I can be your plus one Leon I’m sorry. All those people and our colleges. ” She finally said her tone completely neutral, but she couldn’t maintain her composure long. She wasn’t very good at drawing out teasing like this. “What I will be, is your date for the evening.” She wrinkled her nose almost playfully at him. Of course she already knew exactly what she would wear the night of. Her dark eyes remained watching for his reaction.
The speed at which his expression went from hopeful, to dejected, to downright elated could probably be studied - should have probably been studied, in fact. However, that was neither here nor there, considering the fact that he was barely containing his excitement. In fact, he was fairly certain that if he had a tail, it would be wagging at some unholy speed that could potentially facilitate lift off.
"Well, in that case, I'm looking forward to our date. It's black tie formal, so...you're gonna get to see me in something a lot different than this~" he said, grinning as he gestured to his current outfit. A tux would definitely be quite the switch from his usual Henley and tactical pants combination, but he's fairly certain he can survive one night all dressed up at a fundraiser with the woman he loves as his date.
"Hey, Ada...I know this is kinda out of the blue, but I need your help. I need to get a tux and I have no idea where to even start."
@agentkennedy-dso
Her head tilted to the side amber gems narrowing into small slits, looking for the punchline. She hadn’t seen Leon wear anything outside of henley’s and boots. There was the time in Europe where he wore blue jeans, even then his sense of fashion never seemed to fall in the category of suave.
“You need a tuxedo?” She quipped tapping her chin in amusement as she started walking a circle around him eyes scanning over him as if she didn’t know his physique. “Adorable, plan on playing violin at a recital like a twelve year old?” A soft teasing laugh escaped her as she stopped reaching over and pinching at his clothing with small tugs.
“You’ll want black, classic, peak lapels well fitted.” *Her hands moved up tapping against his shoulders for a moment.* “No satin flames on the cuff or any hideous novelty against the collar. The salesman will lie to you about style.” She then stepped back crossing her arms over her chest raising an eyebrow. “On second thought the jacket to fit the shoulders, you’ll fidget all afternoon if it’s off and then completely loose the item before the nights end..” Her eyebrow arched for a moment. “Alright cough it up, since when do you care about style or picking out a tuxedo?”
He sighed and pulled out his phone, showing her the invite to the gala. In neat lettering, the dress code was was listed plain as day:
Black-tie Formal.
"Adam told me that I had to wear a tux...and honestly, other than my plus one for this, you're the only person I trust to not make me look like a fuckin' clown."
He was quiet for a moment, biting his lip again. Bit of a nervous habit, that.
"Not to mention, I...I don't wanna ask my plus one cause, well...I wanna surprise her."
He was fully anticipating getting teased about that last revelation, but he'd had a feeling Ada was going to ask his reasoning for choosing her in particular. That didn't stop the blush on his cheeks, though, and he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, bracing for the teasing tsunami that he was certain he would be receiving.
Her eyebrows may as well fused with her hairline. She slowly blinked, for a moment she seemed almost stunned. Shaking her head, her smile dropped for a moment at the cruel reality that he was asking her to help him impress his plus one. Ada would be lying if she said she wasn’t a bit jealous in the moment given the history they shared.
“Surprise her.” Ada parroted for a moment, and she didn’t bother to hide the drop in her composure. Then almost instantly she leaned forward. “You have someone who you are trying to impress.. adorable.” She said slowly circling him once more.
“Then I guess we are pulling out all the stops aren’t we.” Ada tapped her chin curiously before tilting her head slightly to the side. “And who is her?” Amber gems glanced at him almost amused in nature, she wasn’t used to Leon seeking out someone other than herself. In fact the thought was quite entertaining for her, especially because she hadn’t seen him blush like this before. “Does she know you blush like a teenage girl with a crush when you think about her? Or that you are going above and beyond to take her very breath away?” Ada froze in place blinking. “She does know you exist right?”
"I would certainly hope she knows I exist, considering," he said, rolling his eyes a bit. The flush was still present on his cheeks, however, unable to stop himself from blushing like a schoolboy at the thought of Hunnigan in a formal dress.
"It's Hunnigan. She's my date for this."
You know, only 22 years of back and forth flirting later-
"Hey, Ada...I know this is kinda out of the blue, but I need your help. I need to get a tux and I have no idea where to even start."
@agentkennedy-dso
Her head tilted to the side amber gems narrowing into small slits, looking for the punchline. She hadn’t seen Leon wear anything outside of henley’s and boots. There was the time in Europe where he wore blue jeans, even then his sense of fashion never seemed to fall in the category of suave.
“You need a tuxedo?” She quipped tapping her chin in amusement as she started walking a circle around him eyes scanning over him as if she didn’t know his physique. “Adorable, plan on playing violin at a recital like a twelve year old?” A soft teasing laugh escaped her as she stopped reaching over and pinching at his clothing with small tugs.
“You’ll want black, classic, peak lapels well fitted.” *Her hands moved up tapping against his shoulders for a moment.* “No satin flames on the cuff or any hideous novelty against the collar. The salesman will lie to you about style.” She then stepped back crossing her arms over her chest raising an eyebrow. “On second thought the jacket to fit the shoulders, you’ll fidget all afternoon if it’s off and then completely loose the item before the nights end..” Her eyebrow arched for a moment. “Alright cough it up, since when do you care about style or picking out a tuxedo?”
He sighed and pulled out his phone, showing her the invite to the gala. In neat lettering, the dress code was was listed plain as day:
Black-tie Formal.
"Adam told me that I had to wear a tux...and honestly, other than my plus one for this, you're the only person I trust to not make me look like a fuckin' clown."
He was quiet for a moment, biting his lip again. Bit of a nervous habit, that.
"Not to mention, I...I don't wanna ask my plus one cause, well...I wanna surprise her."
He was fully anticipating getting teased about that last revelation, but he'd had a feeling Ada was going to ask his reasoning for choosing her in particular. That didn't stop the blush on his cheeks, though, and he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, bracing for the teasing tsunami that he was certain he would be receiving.
🐝 * ― 𝑷𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑶𝑵𝑰𝑪 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.
❛ you've been my best friend for years, what made you think it would change now? ❜ ❛ i'm always here for you if you need me. ❜ ❛ well, that's what friends are for. ❜ ❛ remember, i'm always just one call away. ❜ ❛ how long have we known each other now? i know you better than you know yourself. ❜ ❛ you're an idiot most of the time, but you're my idiot. ❜ ❛ do you want to come over and watch movies tonight? i could use some company. ❜ ❛ you always know how to cheer me up. ❜ ❛ i made you your favorite food. ❜ ❛ i know it's 2 a.m. but i really need someone to talk to. are you awake? ❜ ❛ remember when we used to build blanket forts? let's do it again. ❜ ❛ please come to this family dinner with me. my family already loves you and i need some neutral person there with me. ❜ ❛ here, i got you something. i saw it at the shop and it reminded me of you. ❜ ❛ do you remember that promise we made to each other when we were kids? ❜ ❛ i'm so grateful to have you in my life. you mean the world to me. ❜ ❛ i don't need advice right now, just a friend to listen. ❜ ❛ you're the best friend one could ever ask for. ❜ ❛ hey, umm ... thank you for being my friend. ❜ ❛ you don't have to go through this alone. i'm here for you. ❜ ❛ want to grab a coffee and catch up? ❜ ❛ we may not talk every day anymore, but i still consider you my friend. ❜ ❛ i can stay and help you finish this if you want. ❜ ❛ you've got this. i believe in you! ❜ ❛ how about we plan a game night this weekend? ❜ ❛ do you ever wonder what our lives will be like in ten years? ❜ ❛ no matter what happens, you'll always have me. ❜ ❛ you don't have to pretend with me. i like you just the way you are. ❜ ❛ consider it ... a little friendly competition. ❜ ❛ thank you, you always know how to make me laugh. ❜ ❛ i can't believe how far we've come together. ❜ ❛ just stay put, i'll be over in a minute. ❜ ❛ i've got us tickets for that concert/movies/exhibition you wanted to go to. ❜ ❛ how about a road trip? just like old times ... ❜ ❛ i really appreciate you staying in my life all these years. ❜ ❛ i don't know what i'd do without you. ❜ ❛ you can tell me if something is bothering you. ❜ ❛ race you to the end of the street! ❜ ❛ bet you can't beat me at this game. i'm a pro. ❜ ❛ i challenge you to a cooking contest. loser has to buy dinner for the next week. ❜ ❛ you've been such a great friend, and i just wanted to say thanks. ❜
THE WHITE HOUSE
Office of President Adam Benford
Special Invitation
To: Agent Leon S. Kennedy
Congratulations.
Against all statistical probability, you’ve been selected to attend the Presidential Charity Ball.
No, this is not a biohazard incident.
No, there is not currently a cult, parasite, or mutated tyrant hiding beneath the ballroom.
This is what civilians refer to as a fundraiser.
Your responsibilities for the evening include:
* Wearing an actual tuxedo.
* Smiling at least three times.
* Refraining from roundhouse kicking any members of Congress.
* Not diving through stained-glass windows unless absolutely necessary.
* Politely declining requests to “tell the zombie story again.”
* Avoiding mysterious women in red dresses for a minimum of one evening. (Yes, I’m aware this clause is unrealistic.)
Dinner will consist of food prepared by professional chefs rather than military MREs or whatever suspicious canned goods you’ve survived on recently.
Should the event remain explosion-free for its entire duration, I will consider it your greatest operational success to date.
Dress Code: Black Tie.
Weapons: Officially prohibited.
Unofficially… just don’t let the Secret Service catch you.
I look forward to introducing everyone to the man who has saved the country several times yet still looks uncomfortable accepting a compliment.
Please try not to make me regret inviting you.
— President Adam Benford
P.S. If your history allows a plus one make sure they know and understand formal attire, and that punching stone objects are prohibited on the grounds. I’ll be bringing a tinder date for the event.
Please send your RSVP asap.
@dxadprxsidxnt
"Well, this is...interesting."
Parties aren't usually his kind of haunt to begin with. Fundraiser galas with a black tie dress code? Even less so. As he re-reads the invite, he's thanking whatever god may be listening for the fact that he can probably rope Hunnigan into being his plus one for this shindig. Not to mention, it would give her an excuse to dress up, and to see him in something other than his usual work attire.
It would also be the first time she's seen him in a tux, so this was going to be an interesting night.
He quickly sends back his RSVP with a plus one, biting his lip as he frowns slightly. He's got no idea on where to start in regards to getting a tux for this, and he's fairly certain that Chris would be of zero help.
Shit, he might have to call Ada for help with this one.
「 CHIME 」
- Maybe someone had alittle bit much to drink on her vacation.
@workxwifex
The sound of his phone vibrating pulled him from the trance of his computer screen, and he ran a hand over his face, stretching a bit. Leon couldn't help but smile when he saw Hunnigan's name on the notification, though his eyes went wide when he actually opened the message.
God, he was never more glad to be working from home than he was at this moment. There were no coworkers to worry about hiding an inappropriately timed hard on from.
"Ingrid Hunnigan, you are a menace to my sanity..."
He bit his lip as he quickly typed out a reply, his jeans quickly becoming uncomfortably tight the longer he looked at the photo.
To: Ingrid ❤️
Looks like you're enjoying your vacation~
This your way of asking for a pic in return? 😏
@workxwifex
She was relaxing poolside, another drink in hand. She thought she had been clever with the risqué photo, securing years of back and forth between the two.
She was also very much aware that he should have been working, that Leon could have been in office at the time of receiving her mischievous image. Never had she anticipated that he would boldly message back.
He didn’t send a picture, and yet somehow that was far worse. Leaving the offer hanging so she would have to physically react to get one in return. Her face had to have turned various shades of red as her imagination took over without any control.
To: My Favorite Headache.
I very much am enjoying my vacation, too bad I’m three hours away. The pool water is quite nice.
What was this about a picture in return? Aren’t you on duty Leon? You wouldn’t?
She covered her own mouth, had she really just challenged him to follow up. He had to have been bluffing right?
To: Ingrid ❤️
Working from home today, so it doesn't matter if I'm on duty.
Is that a yes on the picture?
He smirked as he sent the message, pushing away from his desk and opening his camera, situating himself in a way that made it incredibly obvious just how much that first picture had affected him. He didn't send it yet, however, wanting her to outright say that she wants to see the effect she has on him.
He was also curious just how far she was willing to go with this little exchange, considering she was at the pool and he was supposed to be working.
Her teeth grazed her bottom lip as she reached for her drink taking a long sip. She would be lying to herself if she said her interest wasn’t peaked. Oh how she was torn between professionalism and personal human attraction.
So instead she hooked her thumb in the center of her swim top pulling it just enough to be suggestive, letting her glasses drip down her nose as she peered at the camera once more. Bold of her. Come weeks end and she returned to work she knew there would be a very different atmosphere.
She hit send anyway perhaps poking the bear was the game she wished to play.
To: My Favorite Headache.
That was an open invitation. Kinda disappointed you didn’t follow through. I’m two for two. Hit me with your best shot Kennedy. 😘
Just make sure those reports are submitted!
Oh how bold she was behind a phone screen.When if he could see her face as she hit send, it was as red as the stop sign knowing exactly what she was asking for.
The new picture made an involuntary groan leave his mouth, and he quickly undid his pants, sighing softly at the release of pressure on his dick, already mostly hard. He immediately sent the picture he'd taken moments ago, then opened his camera once again, snapping another picture with his hand around his cock, still covered by his boxers but obviously tenting the fabric.
That picture was immediately sent as well, accompanied by a kiss emoji.
To: Ingrid ❤️
Your move, sweetheart
The sound that had escaped her lips as the second image came into her vision. Definitely drew attention to her. Her knees pressed together. “Well played.” She muttered under her breath, before standing and grabbing her towel.
With a flustered face she walked back into the building. Pulling the image back out in the elevator, a slight breath escaping her. Regretting the drinks she had, not because of how bold she had gotten but because now she couldn’t drive.
She stopped eyes scanning the hallway, before she removed her swim top instantly wrapping the towel around herself. Holding the top next to the room number she snapped a photo. “Two can play games.” She slowly sunk onto the bed dropping both the towel and top, leaning her head back with her hand over her throat. Back at a perfect arch breasts full display.
To: My Favorite Headache.
My move? Think you can top me? 💋😘
Her careful choice of words as she sent the first image as a warning, followed by the second.
Oh, fuck.
He quickly shut his computer down and pulled up the address for the hotel Hunnigan was staying at. The ETA made him scoff; it said three hours, but with the Porsche, he knew he could cut that in half, at least. Especially with the general lack of traffic at that time of the day.
To: Ingrid ❤️
On my way, be there soon 😘
He quickly did his pants back up, grabbing his keys and making a beeline for the door. True to form, within an hour he was pulling into the hotel's parking lot, and he sent her a picture of the front of the building over his steering wheel.
To: Ingrid ❤️
Made it~
When the first message came through, she was shocked. Was he really? Was this going to happen? She didn’t think too hard on it, she only had three hours to be ready. Unless this somehow turned out to be another one of his jokes.
Was she riddled with heated anticipation?
So much to her surprise when she received the image of the front of the hotel not even an hour later. Didn’t this man know what a speed limit was? Why was she nervously dwelling on that fact.
To: My Favorite Headache.
What took so long? Doors unlocked. Fourth floor room 418. Don’t take too long.
Somehow he had managed to defuse every professional trait between them. After all the moment he would be through that door, she had fully intended on utilizing every inch she seen in the photos he sent.
Well, there wasn't a moment to lose, now was there?
He immediately headed inside, anticipation thrumming through his veins as he made his way to her hotel room, knocking on the door to announce his presence before he poked his head in the room.
"It's just me, I made it," he said, slipping inside and shutting the door behind him quickly, his eyes trailing over Hunnigan's form as he flipped the lock.
He didn't want any interruptions for the next several hours, dammit.
"I got here as quick as I could, didn't want to keep you waiting~"
Ingrid had definitely talked a big game over the text messages, and while she had fully intended on delivering. The initial knock flustered her to no end. Her knees pressed together with excitement, she hadn’t bothered with putting on any other clothing they would just be coming off anyway.
The moment Leon’s head poked into the room, it was seconds before the lock was clicking. For a moment she stood feeling the weight of his eyes sweeping over her half clothed body that had been weaponized over texts. A soft squeak escaped her throat as his voice broke the silence.
However she had only needed a moment to gather herself before her hand grabbed him by the fabric of his shirt. “You wasn’t playing fair Leon.” She proclaimed as if she hadn’t started this. With a tug that closed the distance between them and signaling end of a professional relationship, knowing that the next few hours would change everything entirely.
She rose onto the tips of her feet her chin raising slightly, but instead of a kiss her teeth found the flesh just below his ear above his neck with a claiming force. Would it bruise come the next day? Probably, however she didn’t care. He was about to find out, that she was far more than a voice over a headset.
He couldn't have stopped the groan that escaped even if he wanted to, but he also wasn't going to complain. After all, the years of tension between himself and Ingrid were finally coming to a head, and he wasn't letting this opportunity pass him by.
"Fuck..."
The feeling of her leaving her mark on his neck had him quickly getting hard again, his hands falling to her hips to hold her close.
"Should probably move to the bed...and let me get undressed, yeah? I'm a little overdressed, I think~" he said, tilting his head to the side to expose more of his neck as one of his hands moved to Hunnigan's ass, squeezing the flesh teasingly.
The sound that had escaped him didn’t do her any favors in the way her knees nearly buckled. That pure unadulterated groan stirring the growing hunger between her thighs more than she had thought possible. Her hands only gripping the fabric of his shirt tighter.
“I think.” She spoke her breath escaping her, she wasn’t even trying to hide her arousal at this point. “You’re finally right about something.” She quipped her forehead coming to rest at his shoulder. While she gathered the restraint to move. Her hands shifted to his beltloops with a ruthless jerk as his hands found the delicate flesh of her ass.
Her hips rolled so the smooth mounds rocked within his palms, her own lower half brushing his with a teasing grind. “You are more than over dressed.” Of course her hands were already fumbling with the buttons to his pants before bothering with anything else he was wearing.
She then stepped from his grip raising her hands to softly brush along his jawline as she backed towards the bed, in a room that felt miles away from a life she thought would keep them miles apart.
He followed her back to the bed, his gaze heated as he quickly pulled his shirt off, tossing the offending bit of fabric to the floor. His pants were next, joining the growing pile of clothing and leaving him in a similar state of undress to Hunnigan - and very obviously hard, his cock tenting the fabric of his boxers.
He teased his thumbs under the waistband of his remaining bit of clothing, pushing it down until it was also on the floor, every inch on display for the woman he'd spent years working - and flirting - with.
"Like what you see?~"
Her dark gems didn’t leave him for a second, watching as he peeled away every layer. She lowered herself sitting on the foot of the bed, her teeth grazing her bottom lip, with each item that hit the floor, leaving his own hardness peeking through the final peace of fabric on his body.
The moment his boxers found the floor her breath seemed to catch, all the years she had played hard to get or seemed uninterested. Reminding him they were on duty suddenly tossed to the side with the tension remaining. She slowly stood letting the swim bottoms hit her ankles before kicking it away in response.
“Do I like?” She parroted as her knees bent slowly lowering until they met the carpet. Her dark eyes looked up at his from where she now knelt. “Does this answer your question.” Without breaking eye contact her tongue slowly slipped from between her lips tracing along his shaft tasting every inch, before consuming him within her mouth.
"Oh, fuck-"
His breath left him in a rush when he felt her tongue against him, and when she finally took him in her mouth, Leon could feel his knees threatening to give out. He managed to keep himself upright, however, fingers threading into soft curls as a means to ground himself. Not pulling, not grabbing, simply resting - as if he was trying to remind himself that this wasn't a dream.
"Shit, baby...so good already..." he murmured, the words turning into a low moan as he fought the urge to thrust into the warm heat of her mouth. He intended to savor this, dammit, and he didn't want it to end too soon.
She paused long enough to enjoy the sensation of his fingers threading into her raven curls, the way his nails brushed along her scalp. She couldn’t remember when the last time she had felt an intimate touch, his words of praise only boosted her to drive her lips forward fully sheathing his cock inside her mouth, swallowing him into her throat with a subtle choking sound as he bottomed out. Perhaps she enjoyed the affectionate name falling from Leon’s lips far more than she ever thought she would.
Her tongue rolled along the bottom side, she gave a soft hum letting her voice vibrate against his shaft. A swallowed promise of her own surrender, slowly she drew back her soft lips parting from his dick leaving a thin line of saliva still connecting her mouth to him.
Slowly she rose up, letting her lips trail along his body as she did. Savoring every inch of him as she had said she would. Her hand cupped his jaw as her eyes met his. “Come here.” She murmured under her breath that whispered of a prize at the end of a long wait. “Why don’t you take a taste of yourself on my lips.” She quipped her tongue tracing her bottom lip.
"Gladly."
He quickly captured her lips with his own, another low groan of pleasure leaving him when he tasted himself on her tongue. Eager hands ran over every available inch of skin they could reach, delicious curves being committed to memory. He continued to deepen the kiss, gently backing her up to the bed before guiding her onto the mattress, slotting himself between her legs as he coaxed her to lay back.
"My turn, baby. Been dying to get my face between your thighs, been wanting to get a taste for ages~"
He started to make his way down her body with a smile, kissing over every inch of skin that he could reach as he sank to his knees, looking up at her through his lashes as his tongue licked a heated stripe over her center.
Her frame trembled against his as the shared kiss deepened, entrancing her far more than she had expected possible, a slight flush over her face as their lips parted reluctantly. Her eyes halfway open as she slowly laid back against the cotton blanket.
Her eyes widened slightly fingertips coming to rest against her lips. Her eyes didn’t leave him, watching him with an enamored expression as his lips trailed over her soft flesh making her breath shiver each contact.
She shifted upwards the moment his tongue made contact with her sensitive middle, a soft whimper escaping her as her fingers moved to thread in his perfect hair nails grazing against his scalp. She bit down on her bottom lip hard, an attempt to maintain her own control, only shifting once so her knees rested against his shoulders. Allowing him full access he had been denied, utterly at his mercy.
He moaned against her as his tongue dipped between her folds, his eyes fluttering shut as he eagerly worked his mouth.
"Fuck, you taste amazing..."
Another moan left him as he settled in, licking her out enthusiastically, fingers dipping between her legs to give her additional stimulation as his mouth settled over her clit. He fully intended to have her falling apart on his tongue, dammit.
Her breath hitched into an alarming moan that filled the room, her legs locking him into place. The hand she hand within his hair tightened with a handful, giving him a gentle tug as she tried her damnedest to maintain the composure she usually carried with grace. However all of that crumbled the moment he added his fingers. Doubling the sensation, overwhelming her in the best way.
“Leon” His name fell from her lips, breathless and dripping in prayer. Nothing compared to the way her voice had said his name previously. “D-don’t..stop.” She sung out, her body arching to him. Her hips involuntarily rolling as his lips settled over that sensitive pearl. Her toes curled against his back, every muscle in her body tensing. Pleasure electrifying throughout her veins, until she couldn’t hold back any longer. Her free hand slapping over her mouth as she cried out as the shock waves of her release hit her hard. Leaving her trembling, knowing this was only the beginning.
The feeling of her falling apart on his fingers and tongue had his cock throbbing, a pleased hum leaving him as he worked her through the aftershocks.
"That's it, baby...fuck, I wanna feel you doing that around my cock next," he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to the inside of her thigh. He wanted to ease her further up the mattress and slide his cock inside of her, but he also knew she likely needed a moment to breathe after an orgasm that intense.
He began kissing his way up her body, then, taking his time and paying special attention to her breasts as his hips settled between her legs again.
"So beautiful...absolutely perfect..."
A shaken breath gave a soft huff, eyes closing as his lips trailed up her body. Ingrid adjusted beneath him giving a better positioning, her legs parting further cradling his hips between them. Every slow kiss, every touch especially to her sensitive mounds gave him a soft gasp.
Her fingertips released his hair, brushing along the sides of his face. “Mm you’re probably so used to hearing your name over the headset..that you’re going to be addicted to it falling from my lips like this.” She found the breath to tease him, even if her voice still trembled. “If you keep talking like that.. we won’t ever leave this bed.”
Her hands shifted flat caressing the sides of his face brining him to look at her. Her face carried a subtle heat, the flustered reality of the current events. Their flesh pressed together as her eyes met his, and for a moment she let silence linger between them. A slow roll of her hips, letting her moist slit brush along his hard cock.
"Won't ever leave the bed, huh?~" Leon teased, his gaze loving as he leaned into her touch. He couldn't help but bite his lip slightly as she rolled her hips, however, the head of his cock slipping between her folds in a tease of what was to come.
He paused before he could ease himself inside of her, though, brows dipping into a concerned frown. "Shit, I forgot to grab condoms...do you still wanna do this, even without one?"
Her comfort was the number one priority to him, after all.
The way those blue eyes looked at her was completely entrancing, her thumb traced against his cheekbone. Admiring the features she didn’t dare let herself get this close to in the past. The way he bit his lip, caused a subtle blush to settle on her face.
Of course the revelation that he had forgotten the condoms. A slow sigh escaped her, she was far too worked up for it to really be something she was concerned over. “Then don’t worry about using one.” She muttered under her breath her eyes never leaving his as she shook her head. Generally Ingrid was a well responsible person, yet today she seemingly shown a whole different side of herself.
She leaned forward letting her lips crash against his in a deep yet clearly impatient kiss.
He'd half expected Ingrid to opt out of going any further, so he was pleasantly surprised when she pulled him into another heated kiss, a pleasured groan escaping him again as his hips rolled against hers. One arm braced against the bed as he wrapped his other hand around his cock, lining the head up with her entrance before he eased his way inside.
"Oh, fuck..." he murmured, eyes fluttering shut at the sheer amount of pleasure as their hips met. "God, you feel amazing...so fuckin' perfect for me..."
He kept his hips still for a few moments, giving her time to adjust before he began to move, his thrusts starting out gentle as he rolled his hips.
She moved one of her hands to his bicep of the arm that braced him against the bed. Her touch soft almost like she was trying to keep him there. Her own eyes closing, lips parting slightly as he sank within her.
A soft gasp escaped her as he bottomed out. Her face moved nuzzling into the spot between his shoulder and neck, her walls stretching around his cock. During the moment of adjustment, she moved letting her forehead lean up against his.
Every gentle roll of his hips sending a surge of sensation throughout her was welcomed with her own hips shifting to greet his every movement. Soft pleasured whimpers falling from her lips with every careful shift of their bodies. Her own trembling beneath him. “D-don’t have to be gentle.” Her tone was nothing above a whisper. “I won’t break, promise.”
The only thing that escaped his lips was a pleasured groan, his thrusts becoming more forceful as he picked up the pace a bit. Lips trailed over the delicate skin of her neck, breath leaving him in pants as the headboard of the bed began to knock rhythmically against the wall.
He'd apologize to the neighbors later, if they had any complaints.
At that moment, however, his main focus was to bring Ingrid as much pleasure as he could, and if there was one thing he knew he was good at, it was being a fast learner. Every pleasured noise he drew from her was added to the ever-growing list of knowledge, and it didn't take long for him to find an angle that was hitting all the right spots.
"Fuck, that's it, baby...taking me so well...makes me wanna fill you with more than just my cock..."
L E O N K E N N E D Y
I have wise information that has spread across generations and spilled into my lap for you.
“Remember, healing from emotional damage takes years. Healing from getting hit by a bus? Tuesday.”
"I, uh...thanks, I guess?"
He's a little confused but...they're not wrong.
「 CHIME 」
- Maybe someone had alittle bit much to drink on her vacation.
@workxwifex
The sound of his phone vibrating pulled him from the trance of his computer screen, and he ran a hand over his face, stretching a bit. Leon couldn't help but smile when he saw Hunnigan's name on the notification, though his eyes went wide when he actually opened the message.
God, he was never more glad to be working from home than he was at this moment. There were no coworkers to worry about hiding an inappropriately timed hard on from.
"Ingrid Hunnigan, you are a menace to my sanity..."
He bit his lip as he quickly typed out a reply, his jeans quickly becoming uncomfortably tight the longer he looked at the photo.
To: Ingrid ❤️
Looks like you're enjoying your vacation~
This your way of asking for a pic in return? 😏
@workxwifex
She was relaxing poolside, another drink in hand. She thought she had been clever with the risqué photo, securing years of back and forth between the two.
She was also very much aware that he should have been working, that Leon could have been in office at the time of receiving her mischievous image. Never had she anticipated that he would boldly message back.
He didn’t send a picture, and yet somehow that was far worse. Leaving the offer hanging so she would have to physically react to get one in return. Her face had to have turned various shades of red as her imagination took over without any control.
To: My Favorite Headache.
I very much am enjoying my vacation, too bad I’m three hours away. The pool water is quite nice.
What was this about a picture in return? Aren’t you on duty Leon? You wouldn’t?
She covered her own mouth, had she really just challenged him to follow up. He had to have been bluffing right?
To: Ingrid ❤️
Working from home today, so it doesn't matter if I'm on duty.
Is that a yes on the picture?
He smirked as he sent the message, pushing away from his desk and opening his camera, situating himself in a way that made it incredibly obvious just how much that first picture had affected him. He didn't send it yet, however, wanting her to outright say that she wants to see the effect she has on him.
He was also curious just how far she was willing to go with this little exchange, considering she was at the pool and he was supposed to be working.
Her teeth grazed her bottom lip as she reached for her drink taking a long sip. She would be lying to herself if she said her interest wasn’t peaked. Oh how she was torn between professionalism and personal human attraction.
So instead she hooked her thumb in the center of her swim top pulling it just enough to be suggestive, letting her glasses drip down her nose as she peered at the camera once more. Bold of her. Come weeks end and she returned to work she knew there would be a very different atmosphere.
She hit send anyway perhaps poking the bear was the game she wished to play.
To: My Favorite Headache.
That was an open invitation. Kinda disappointed you didn’t follow through. I’m two for two. Hit me with your best shot Kennedy. 😘
Just make sure those reports are submitted!
Oh how bold she was behind a phone screen.When if he could see her face as she hit send, it was as red as the stop sign knowing exactly what she was asking for.
The new picture made an involuntary groan leave his mouth, and he quickly undid his pants, sighing softly at the release of pressure on his dick, already mostly hard. He immediately sent the picture he'd taken moments ago, then opened his camera once again, snapping another picture with his hand around his cock, still covered by his boxers but obviously tenting the fabric.
That picture was immediately sent as well, accompanied by a kiss emoji.
To: Ingrid ❤️
Your move, sweetheart
The sound that had escaped her lips as the second image came into her vision. Definitely drew attention to her. Her knees pressed together. “Well played.” She muttered under her breath, before standing and grabbing her towel.
With a flustered face she walked back into the building. Pulling the image back out in the elevator, a slight breath escaping her. Regretting the drinks she had, not because of how bold she had gotten but because now she couldn’t drive.
She stopped eyes scanning the hallway, before she removed her swim top instantly wrapping the towel around herself. Holding the top next to the room number she snapped a photo. “Two can play games.” She slowly sunk onto the bed dropping both the towel and top, leaning her head back with her hand over her throat. Back at a perfect arch breasts full display.
To: My Favorite Headache.
My move? Think you can top me? 💋😘
Her careful choice of words as she sent the first image as a warning, followed by the second.
Oh, fuck.
He quickly shut his computer down and pulled up the address for the hotel Hunnigan was staying at. The ETA made him scoff; it said three hours, but with the Porsche, he knew he could cut that in half, at least. Especially with the general lack of traffic at that time of the day.
To: Ingrid ❤️
On my way, be there soon 😘
He quickly did his pants back up, grabbing his keys and making a beeline for the door. True to form, within an hour he was pulling into the hotel's parking lot, and he sent her a picture of the front of the building over his steering wheel.
To: Ingrid ❤️
Made it~
When the first message came through, she was shocked. Was he really? Was this going to happen? She didn’t think too hard on it, she only had three hours to be ready. Unless this somehow turned out to be another one of his jokes.
Was she riddled with heated anticipation?
So much to her surprise when she received the image of the front of the hotel not even an hour later. Didn’t this man know what a speed limit was? Why was she nervously dwelling on that fact.
To: My Favorite Headache.
What took so long? Doors unlocked. Fourth floor room 418. Don’t take too long.
Somehow he had managed to defuse every professional trait between them. After all the moment he would be through that door, she had fully intended on utilizing every inch she seen in the photos he sent.
Well, there wasn't a moment to lose, now was there?
He immediately headed inside, anticipation thrumming through his veins as he made his way to her hotel room, knocking on the door to announce his presence before he poked his head in the room.
"It's just me, I made it," he said, slipping inside and shutting the door behind him quickly, his eyes trailing over Hunnigan's form as he flipped the lock.
He didn't want any interruptions for the next several hours, dammit.
"I got here as quick as I could, didn't want to keep you waiting~"
Ingrid had definitely talked a big game over the text messages, and while she had fully intended on delivering. The initial knock flustered her to no end. Her knees pressed together with excitement, she hadn’t bothered with putting on any other clothing they would just be coming off anyway.
The moment Leon’s head poked into the room, it was seconds before the lock was clicking. For a moment she stood feeling the weight of his eyes sweeping over her half clothed body that had been weaponized over texts. A soft squeak escaped her throat as his voice broke the silence.
However she had only needed a moment to gather herself before her hand grabbed him by the fabric of his shirt. “You wasn’t playing fair Leon.” She proclaimed as if she hadn’t started this. With a tug that closed the distance between them and signaling end of a professional relationship, knowing that the next few hours would change everything entirely.
She rose onto the tips of her feet her chin raising slightly, but instead of a kiss her teeth found the flesh just below his ear above his neck with a claiming force. Would it bruise come the next day? Probably, however she didn’t care. He was about to find out, that she was far more than a voice over a headset.
He couldn't have stopped the groan that escaped even if he wanted to, but he also wasn't going to complain. After all, the years of tension between himself and Ingrid were finally coming to a head, and he wasn't letting this opportunity pass him by.
"Fuck..."
The feeling of her leaving her mark on his neck had him quickly getting hard again, his hands falling to her hips to hold her close.
"Should probably move to the bed...and let me get undressed, yeah? I'm a little overdressed, I think~" he said, tilting his head to the side to expose more of his neck as one of his hands moved to Hunnigan's ass, squeezing the flesh teasingly.
The sound that had escaped him didn’t do her any favors in the way her knees nearly buckled. That pure unadulterated groan stirring the growing hunger between her thighs more than she had thought possible. Her hands only gripping the fabric of his shirt tighter.
“I think.” She spoke her breath escaping her, she wasn’t even trying to hide her arousal at this point. “You’re finally right about something.” She quipped her forehead coming to rest at his shoulder. While she gathered the restraint to move. Her hands shifted to his beltloops with a ruthless jerk as his hands found the delicate flesh of her ass.
Her hips rolled so the smooth mounds rocked within his palms, her own lower half brushing his with a teasing grind. “You are more than over dressed.” Of course her hands were already fumbling with the buttons to his pants before bothering with anything else he was wearing.
She then stepped from his grip raising her hands to softly brush along his jawline as she backed towards the bed, in a room that felt miles away from a life she thought would keep them miles apart.
He followed her back to the bed, his gaze heated as he quickly pulled his shirt off, tossing the offending bit of fabric to the floor. His pants were next, joining the growing pile of clothing and leaving him in a similar state of undress to Hunnigan - and very obviously hard, his cock tenting the fabric of his boxers.
He teased his thumbs under the waistband of his remaining bit of clothing, pushing it down until it was also on the floor, every inch on display for the woman he'd spent years working - and flirting - with.
"Like what you see?~"
Her dark gems didn’t leave him for a second, watching as he peeled away every layer. She lowered herself sitting on the foot of the bed, her teeth grazing her bottom lip, with each item that hit the floor, leaving his own hardness peeking through the final peace of fabric on his body.
The moment his boxers found the floor her breath seemed to catch, all the years she had played hard to get or seemed uninterested. Reminding him they were on duty suddenly tossed to the side with the tension remaining. She slowly stood letting the swim bottoms hit her ankles before kicking it away in response.
“Do I like?” She parroted as her knees bent slowly lowering until they met the carpet. Her dark eyes looked up at his from where she now knelt. “Does this answer your question.” Without breaking eye contact her tongue slowly slipped from between her lips tracing along his shaft tasting every inch, before consuming him within her mouth.
"Oh, fuck-"
His breath left him in a rush when he felt her tongue against him, and when she finally took him in her mouth, Leon could feel his knees threatening to give out. He managed to keep himself upright, however, fingers threading into soft curls as a means to ground himself. Not pulling, not grabbing, simply resting - as if he was trying to remind himself that this wasn't a dream.
"Shit, baby...so good already..." he murmured, the words turning into a low moan as he fought the urge to thrust into the warm heat of her mouth. He intended to savor this, dammit, and he didn't want it to end too soon.
She paused long enough to enjoy the sensation of his fingers threading into her raven curls, the way his nails brushed along her scalp. She couldn’t remember when the last time she had felt an intimate touch, his words of praise only boosted her to drive her lips forward fully sheathing his cock inside her mouth, swallowing him into her throat with a subtle choking sound as he bottomed out. Perhaps she enjoyed the affectionate name falling from Leon’s lips far more than she ever thought she would.
Her tongue rolled along the bottom side, she gave a soft hum letting her voice vibrate against his shaft. A swallowed promise of her own surrender, slowly she drew back her soft lips parting from his dick leaving a thin line of saliva still connecting her mouth to him.
Slowly she rose up, letting her lips trail along his body as she did. Savoring every inch of him as she had said she would. Her hand cupped his jaw as her eyes met his. “Come here.” She murmured under her breath that whispered of a prize at the end of a long wait. “Why don’t you take a taste of yourself on my lips.” She quipped her tongue tracing her bottom lip.
"Gladly."
He quickly captured her lips with his own, another low groan of pleasure leaving him when he tasted himself on her tongue. Eager hands ran over every available inch of skin they could reach, delicious curves being committed to memory. He continued to deepen the kiss, gently backing her up to the bed before guiding her onto the mattress, slotting himself between her legs as he coaxed her to lay back.
"My turn, baby. Been dying to get my face between your thighs, been wanting to get a taste for ages~"
He started to make his way down her body with a smile, kissing over every inch of skin that he could reach as he sank to his knees, looking up at her through his lashes as his tongue licked a heated stripe over her center.
Her frame trembled against his as the shared kiss deepened, entrancing her far more than she had expected possible, a slight flush over her face as their lips parted reluctantly. Her eyes halfway open as she slowly laid back against the cotton blanket.
Her eyes widened slightly fingertips coming to rest against her lips. Her eyes didn’t leave him, watching him with an enamored expression as his lips trailed over her soft flesh making her breath shiver each contact.
She shifted upwards the moment his tongue made contact with her sensitive middle, a soft whimper escaping her as her fingers moved to thread in his perfect hair nails grazing against his scalp. She bit down on her bottom lip hard, an attempt to maintain her own control, only shifting once so her knees rested against his shoulders. Allowing him full access he had been denied, utterly at his mercy.
He moaned against her as his tongue dipped between her folds, his eyes fluttering shut as he eagerly worked his mouth.
"Fuck, you taste amazing..."
Another moan left him as he settled in, licking her out enthusiastically, fingers dipping between her legs to give her additional stimulation as his mouth settled over her clit. He fully intended to have her falling apart on his tongue, dammit.
Her breath hitched into an alarming moan that filled the room, her legs locking him into place. The hand she hand within his hair tightened with a handful, giving him a gentle tug as she tried her damnedest to maintain the composure she usually carried with grace. However all of that crumbled the moment he added his fingers. Doubling the sensation, overwhelming her in the best way.
“Leon” His name fell from her lips, breathless and dripping in prayer. Nothing compared to the way her voice had said his name previously. “D-don’t..stop.” She sung out, her body arching to him. Her hips involuntarily rolling as his lips settled over that sensitive pearl. Her toes curled against his back, every muscle in her body tensing. Pleasure electrifying throughout her veins, until she couldn’t hold back any longer. Her free hand slapping over her mouth as she cried out as the shock waves of her release hit her hard. Leaving her trembling, knowing this was only the beginning.
The feeling of her falling apart on his fingers and tongue had his cock throbbing, a pleased hum leaving him as he worked her through the aftershocks.
"That's it, baby...fuck, I wanna feel you doing that around my cock next," he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to the inside of her thigh. He wanted to ease her further up the mattress and slide his cock inside of her, but he also knew she likely needed a moment to breathe after an orgasm that intense.
He began kissing his way up her body, then, taking his time and paying special attention to her breasts as his hips settled between her legs again.
"So beautiful...absolutely perfect..."
A shaken breath gave a soft huff, eyes closing as his lips trailed up her body. Ingrid adjusted beneath him giving a better positioning, her legs parting further cradling his hips between them. Every slow kiss, every touch especially to her sensitive mounds gave him a soft gasp.
Her fingertips released his hair, brushing along the sides of his face. “Mm you’re probably so used to hearing your name over the headset..that you’re going to be addicted to it falling from my lips like this.” She found the breath to tease him, even if her voice still trembled. “If you keep talking like that.. we won’t ever leave this bed.”
Her hands shifted flat caressing the sides of his face brining him to look at her. Her face carried a subtle heat, the flustered reality of the current events. Their flesh pressed together as her eyes met his, and for a moment she let silence linger between them. A slow roll of her hips, letting her moist slit brush along his hard cock.
"Won't ever leave the bed, huh?~" Leon teased, his gaze loving as he leaned into her touch. He couldn't help but bite his lip slightly as she rolled her hips, however, the head of his cock slipping between her folds in a tease of what was to come.
He paused before he could ease himself inside of her, though, brows dipping into a concerned frown. "Shit, I forgot to grab condoms...do you still wanna do this, even without one?"
Her comfort was the number one priority to him, after all.
The way those blue eyes looked at her was completely entrancing, her thumb traced against his cheekbone. Admiring the features she didn’t dare let herself get this close to in the past. The way he bit his lip, caused a subtle blush to settle on her face.
Of course the revelation that he had forgotten the condoms. A slow sigh escaped her, she was far too worked up for it to really be something she was concerned over. “Then don’t worry about using one.” She muttered under her breath her eyes never leaving his as she shook her head. Generally Ingrid was a well responsible person, yet today she seemingly shown a whole different side of herself.
She leaned forward letting her lips crash against his in a deep yet clearly impatient kiss.
He'd half expected Ingrid to opt out of going any further, so he was pleasantly surprised when she pulled him into another heated kiss, a pleasured groan escaping him again as his hips rolled against hers. One arm braced against the bed as he wrapped his other hand around his cock, lining the head up with her entrance before he eased his way inside.
"Oh, fuck..." he murmured, eyes fluttering shut at the sheer amount of pleasure as their hips met. "God, you feel amazing...so fuckin' perfect for me..."
He kept his hips still for a few moments, giving her time to adjust before he began to move, his thrusts starting out gentle as he rolled his hips.
Leon Kennedy! Today at the local Walmart I seen a guy with your exact haircut buying dog food. I walked over and started talking to him about things. Confidential things.
@dxadprxsidxnt
...first of all, I hope the confidential things were just a case of TMI. Also...my haircut is fairly common, most people just opt to go for a more brushed back look. You feeling okay, Adam?
「 CHIME 」
- Maybe someone had alittle bit much to drink on her vacation.
@workxwifex
The sound of his phone vibrating pulled him from the trance of his computer screen, and he ran a hand over his face, stretching a bit. Leon couldn't help but smile when he saw Hunnigan's name on the notification, though his eyes went wide when he actually opened the message.
God, he was never more glad to be working from home than he was at this moment. There were no coworkers to worry about hiding an inappropriately timed hard on from.
"Ingrid Hunnigan, you are a menace to my sanity..."
He bit his lip as he quickly typed out a reply, his jeans quickly becoming uncomfortably tight the longer he looked at the photo.
To: Ingrid ❤️
Looks like you're enjoying your vacation~
This your way of asking for a pic in return? 😏
@workxwifex
She was relaxing poolside, another drink in hand. She thought she had been clever with the risqué photo, securing years of back and forth between the two.
She was also very much aware that he should have been working, that Leon could have been in office at the time of receiving her mischievous image. Never had she anticipated that he would boldly message back.
He didn’t send a picture, and yet somehow that was far worse. Leaving the offer hanging so she would have to physically react to get one in return. Her face had to have turned various shades of red as her imagination took over without any control.
To: My Favorite Headache.
I very much am enjoying my vacation, too bad I’m three hours away. The pool water is quite nice.
What was this about a picture in return? Aren’t you on duty Leon? You wouldn’t?
She covered her own mouth, had she really just challenged him to follow up. He had to have been bluffing right?
To: Ingrid ❤️
Working from home today, so it doesn't matter if I'm on duty.
Is that a yes on the picture?
He smirked as he sent the message, pushing away from his desk and opening his camera, situating himself in a way that made it incredibly obvious just how much that first picture had affected him. He didn't send it yet, however, wanting her to outright say that she wants to see the effect she has on him.
He was also curious just how far she was willing to go with this little exchange, considering she was at the pool and he was supposed to be working.
Her teeth grazed her bottom lip as she reached for her drink taking a long sip. She would be lying to herself if she said her interest wasn’t peaked. Oh how she was torn between professionalism and personal human attraction.
So instead she hooked her thumb in the center of her swim top pulling it just enough to be suggestive, letting her glasses drip down her nose as she peered at the camera once more. Bold of her. Come weeks end and she returned to work she knew there would be a very different atmosphere.
She hit send anyway perhaps poking the bear was the game she wished to play.
To: My Favorite Headache.
That was an open invitation. Kinda disappointed you didn’t follow through. I’m two for two. Hit me with your best shot Kennedy. 😘
Just make sure those reports are submitted!
Oh how bold she was behind a phone screen.When if he could see her face as she hit send, it was as red as the stop sign knowing exactly what she was asking for.
The new picture made an involuntary groan leave his mouth, and he quickly undid his pants, sighing softly at the release of pressure on his dick, already mostly hard. He immediately sent the picture he'd taken moments ago, then opened his camera once again, snapping another picture with his hand around his cock, still covered by his boxers but obviously tenting the fabric.
That picture was immediately sent as well, accompanied by a kiss emoji.
To: Ingrid ❤️
Your move, sweetheart
The sound that had escaped her lips as the second image came into her vision. Definitely drew attention to her. Her knees pressed together. “Well played.” She muttered under her breath, before standing and grabbing her towel.
With a flustered face she walked back into the building. Pulling the image back out in the elevator, a slight breath escaping her. Regretting the drinks she had, not because of how bold she had gotten but because now she couldn’t drive.
She stopped eyes scanning the hallway, before she removed her swim top instantly wrapping the towel around herself. Holding the top next to the room number she snapped a photo. “Two can play games.” She slowly sunk onto the bed dropping both the towel and top, leaning her head back with her hand over her throat. Back at a perfect arch breasts full display.
To: My Favorite Headache.
My move? Think you can top me? 💋😘
Her careful choice of words as she sent the first image as a warning, followed by the second.
Oh, fuck.
He quickly shut his computer down and pulled up the address for the hotel Hunnigan was staying at. The ETA made him scoff; it said three hours, but with the Porsche, he knew he could cut that in half, at least. Especially with the general lack of traffic at that time of the day.
To: Ingrid ❤️
On my way, be there soon 😘
He quickly did his pants back up, grabbing his keys and making a beeline for the door. True to form, within an hour he was pulling into the hotel's parking lot, and he sent her a picture of the front of the building over his steering wheel.
To: Ingrid ❤️
Made it~
When the first message came through, she was shocked. Was he really? Was this going to happen? She didn’t think too hard on it, she only had three hours to be ready. Unless this somehow turned out to be another one of his jokes.
Was she riddled with heated anticipation?
So much to her surprise when she received the image of the front of the hotel not even an hour later. Didn’t this man know what a speed limit was? Why was she nervously dwelling on that fact.
To: My Favorite Headache.
What took so long? Doors unlocked. Fourth floor room 418. Don’t take too long.
Somehow he had managed to defuse every professional trait between them. After all the moment he would be through that door, she had fully intended on utilizing every inch she seen in the photos he sent.
Well, there wasn't a moment to lose, now was there?
He immediately headed inside, anticipation thrumming through his veins as he made his way to her hotel room, knocking on the door to announce his presence before he poked his head in the room.
"It's just me, I made it," he said, slipping inside and shutting the door behind him quickly, his eyes trailing over Hunnigan's form as he flipped the lock.
He didn't want any interruptions for the next several hours, dammit.
"I got here as quick as I could, didn't want to keep you waiting~"
Ingrid had definitely talked a big game over the text messages, and while she had fully intended on delivering. The initial knock flustered her to no end. Her knees pressed together with excitement, she hadn’t bothered with putting on any other clothing they would just be coming off anyway.
The moment Leon’s head poked into the room, it was seconds before the lock was clicking. For a moment she stood feeling the weight of his eyes sweeping over her half clothed body that had been weaponized over texts. A soft squeak escaped her throat as his voice broke the silence.
However she had only needed a moment to gather herself before her hand grabbed him by the fabric of his shirt. “You wasn’t playing fair Leon.” She proclaimed as if she hadn’t started this. With a tug that closed the distance between them and signaling end of a professional relationship, knowing that the next few hours would change everything entirely.
She rose onto the tips of her feet her chin raising slightly, but instead of a kiss her teeth found the flesh just below his ear above his neck with a claiming force. Would it bruise come the next day? Probably, however she didn’t care. He was about to find out, that she was far more than a voice over a headset.
He couldn't have stopped the groan that escaped even if he wanted to, but he also wasn't going to complain. After all, the years of tension between himself and Ingrid were finally coming to a head, and he wasn't letting this opportunity pass him by.
"Fuck..."
The feeling of her leaving her mark on his neck had him quickly getting hard again, his hands falling to her hips to hold her close.
"Should probably move to the bed...and let me get undressed, yeah? I'm a little overdressed, I think~" he said, tilting his head to the side to expose more of his neck as one of his hands moved to Hunnigan's ass, squeezing the flesh teasingly.
The sound that had escaped him didn’t do her any favors in the way her knees nearly buckled. That pure unadulterated groan stirring the growing hunger between her thighs more than she had thought possible. Her hands only gripping the fabric of his shirt tighter.
“I think.” She spoke her breath escaping her, she wasn’t even trying to hide her arousal at this point. “You’re finally right about something.” She quipped her forehead coming to rest at his shoulder. While she gathered the restraint to move. Her hands shifted to his beltloops with a ruthless jerk as his hands found the delicate flesh of her ass.
Her hips rolled so the smooth mounds rocked within his palms, her own lower half brushing his with a teasing grind. “You are more than over dressed.” Of course her hands were already fumbling with the buttons to his pants before bothering with anything else he was wearing.
She then stepped from his grip raising her hands to softly brush along his jawline as she backed towards the bed, in a room that felt miles away from a life she thought would keep them miles apart.
He followed her back to the bed, his gaze heated as he quickly pulled his shirt off, tossing the offending bit of fabric to the floor. His pants were next, joining the growing pile of clothing and leaving him in a similar state of undress to Hunnigan - and very obviously hard, his cock tenting the fabric of his boxers.
He teased his thumbs under the waistband of his remaining bit of clothing, pushing it down until it was also on the floor, every inch on display for the woman he'd spent years working - and flirting - with.
"Like what you see?~"
Her dark gems didn’t leave him for a second, watching as he peeled away every layer. She lowered herself sitting on the foot of the bed, her teeth grazing her bottom lip, with each item that hit the floor, leaving his own hardness peeking through the final peace of fabric on his body.
The moment his boxers found the floor her breath seemed to catch, all the years she had played hard to get or seemed uninterested. Reminding him they were on duty suddenly tossed to the side with the tension remaining. She slowly stood letting the swim bottoms hit her ankles before kicking it away in response.
“Do I like?” She parroted as her knees bent slowly lowering until they met the carpet. Her dark eyes looked up at his from where she now knelt. “Does this answer your question.” Without breaking eye contact her tongue slowly slipped from between her lips tracing along his shaft tasting every inch, before consuming him within her mouth.
"Oh, fuck-"
His breath left him in a rush when he felt her tongue against him, and when she finally took him in her mouth, Leon could feel his knees threatening to give out. He managed to keep himself upright, however, fingers threading into soft curls as a means to ground himself. Not pulling, not grabbing, simply resting - as if he was trying to remind himself that this wasn't a dream.
"Shit, baby...so good already..." he murmured, the words turning into a low moan as he fought the urge to thrust into the warm heat of her mouth. He intended to savor this, dammit, and he didn't want it to end too soon.
She paused long enough to enjoy the sensation of his fingers threading into her raven curls, the way his nails brushed along her scalp. She couldn’t remember when the last time she had felt an intimate touch, his words of praise only boosted her to drive her lips forward fully sheathing his cock inside her mouth, swallowing him into her throat with a subtle choking sound as he bottomed out. Perhaps she enjoyed the affectionate name falling from Leon’s lips far more than she ever thought she would.
Her tongue rolled along the bottom side, she gave a soft hum letting her voice vibrate against his shaft. A swallowed promise of her own surrender, slowly she drew back her soft lips parting from his dick leaving a thin line of saliva still connecting her mouth to him.
Slowly she rose up, letting her lips trail along his body as she did. Savoring every inch of him as she had said she would. Her hand cupped his jaw as her eyes met his. “Come here.” She murmured under her breath that whispered of a prize at the end of a long wait. “Why don’t you take a taste of yourself on my lips.” She quipped her tongue tracing her bottom lip.
"Gladly."
He quickly captured her lips with his own, another low groan of pleasure leaving him when he tasted himself on her tongue. Eager hands ran over every available inch of skin they could reach, delicious curves being committed to memory. He continued to deepen the kiss, gently backing her up to the bed before guiding her onto the mattress, slotting himself between her legs as he coaxed her to lay back.
"My turn, baby. Been dying to get my face between your thighs, been wanting to get a taste for ages~"
He started to make his way down her body with a smile, kissing over every inch of skin that he could reach as he sank to his knees, looking up at her through his lashes as his tongue licked a heated stripe over her center.
Her frame trembled against his as the shared kiss deepened, entrancing her far more than she had expected possible, a slight flush over her face as their lips parted reluctantly. Her eyes halfway open as she slowly laid back against the cotton blanket.
Her eyes widened slightly fingertips coming to rest against her lips. Her eyes didn’t leave him, watching him with an enamored expression as his lips trailed over her soft flesh making her breath shiver each contact.
She shifted upwards the moment his tongue made contact with her sensitive middle, a soft whimper escaping her as her fingers moved to thread in his perfect hair nails grazing against his scalp. She bit down on her bottom lip hard, an attempt to maintain her own control, only shifting once so her knees rested against his shoulders. Allowing him full access he had been denied, utterly at his mercy.
He moaned against her as his tongue dipped between her folds, his eyes fluttering shut as he eagerly worked his mouth.
"Fuck, you taste amazing..."
Another moan left him as he settled in, licking her out enthusiastically, fingers dipping between her legs to give her additional stimulation as his mouth settled over her clit. He fully intended to have her falling apart on his tongue, dammit.
Her breath hitched into an alarming moan that filled the room, her legs locking him into place. The hand she hand within his hair tightened with a handful, giving him a gentle tug as she tried her damnedest to maintain the composure she usually carried with grace. However all of that crumbled the moment he added his fingers. Doubling the sensation, overwhelming her in the best way.
“Leon” His name fell from her lips, breathless and dripping in prayer. Nothing compared to the way her voice had said his name previously. “D-don’t..stop.” She sung out, her body arching to him. Her hips involuntarily rolling as his lips settled over that sensitive pearl. Her toes curled against his back, every muscle in her body tensing. Pleasure electrifying throughout her veins, until she couldn’t hold back any longer. Her free hand slapping over her mouth as she cried out as the shock waves of her release hit her hard. Leaving her trembling, knowing this was only the beginning.
The feeling of her falling apart on his fingers and tongue had his cock throbbing, a pleased hum leaving him as he worked her through the aftershocks.
"That's it, baby...fuck, I wanna feel you doing that around my cock next," he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to the inside of her thigh. He wanted to ease her further up the mattress and slide his cock inside of her, but he also knew she likely needed a moment to breathe after an orgasm that intense.
He began kissing his way up her body, then, taking his time and paying special attention to her breasts as his hips settled between her legs again.
"So beautiful...absolutely perfect..."
A shaken breath gave a soft huff, eyes closing as his lips trailed up her body. Ingrid adjusted beneath him giving a better positioning, her legs parting further cradling his hips between them. Every slow kiss, every touch especially to her sensitive mounds gave him a soft gasp.
Her fingertips released his hair, brushing along the sides of his face. “Mm you’re probably so used to hearing your name over the headset..that you’re going to be addicted to it falling from my lips like this.” She found the breath to tease him, even if her voice still trembled. “If you keep talking like that.. we won’t ever leave this bed.”
Her hands shifted flat caressing the sides of his face brining him to look at her. Her face carried a subtle heat, the flustered reality of the current events. Their flesh pressed together as her eyes met his, and for a moment she let silence linger between them. A slow roll of her hips, letting her moist slit brush along his hard cock.
"Won't ever leave the bed, huh?~" Leon teased, his gaze loving as he leaned into her touch. He couldn't help but bite his lip slightly as she rolled her hips, however, the head of his cock slipping between her folds in a tease of what was to come.
He paused before he could ease himself inside of her, though, brows dipping into a concerned frown. "Shit, I forgot to grab condoms...do you still wanna do this, even without one?"
Her comfort was the number one priority to him, after all.
Did you get in trouble for leaving the Porsche in Raccoon City? Did you have to go back for it?
"I didn't get in trouble, no. But I did go back for it, had one of the medics drop me off where I left it after they got done checking me over. I wasn't leaving a $200,000 car in the Raccoon City suburbs."
「 CHIME 」
- Maybe someone had alittle bit much to drink on her vacation.
@workxwifex
The sound of his phone vibrating pulled him from the trance of his computer screen, and he ran a hand over his face, stretching a bit. Leon couldn't help but smile when he saw Hunnigan's name on the notification, though his eyes went wide when he actually opened the message.
God, he was never more glad to be working from home than he was at this moment. There were no coworkers to worry about hiding an inappropriately timed hard on from.
"Ingrid Hunnigan, you are a menace to my sanity..."
He bit his lip as he quickly typed out a reply, his jeans quickly becoming uncomfortably tight the longer he looked at the photo.
To: Ingrid ❤️
Looks like you're enjoying your vacation~
This your way of asking for a pic in return? 😏
@workxwifex
She was relaxing poolside, another drink in hand. She thought she had been clever with the risqué photo, securing years of back and forth between the two.
She was also very much aware that he should have been working, that Leon could have been in office at the time of receiving her mischievous image. Never had she anticipated that he would boldly message back.
He didn’t send a picture, and yet somehow that was far worse. Leaving the offer hanging so she would have to physically react to get one in return. Her face had to have turned various shades of red as her imagination took over without any control.
To: My Favorite Headache.
I very much am enjoying my vacation, too bad I’m three hours away. The pool water is quite nice.
What was this about a picture in return? Aren’t you on duty Leon? You wouldn’t?
She covered her own mouth, had she really just challenged him to follow up. He had to have been bluffing right?
To: Ingrid ❤️
Working from home today, so it doesn't matter if I'm on duty.
Is that a yes on the picture?
He smirked as he sent the message, pushing away from his desk and opening his camera, situating himself in a way that made it incredibly obvious just how much that first picture had affected him. He didn't send it yet, however, wanting her to outright say that she wants to see the effect she has on him.
He was also curious just how far she was willing to go with this little exchange, considering she was at the pool and he was supposed to be working.
Her teeth grazed her bottom lip as she reached for her drink taking a long sip. She would be lying to herself if she said her interest wasn’t peaked. Oh how she was torn between professionalism and personal human attraction.
So instead she hooked her thumb in the center of her swim top pulling it just enough to be suggestive, letting her glasses drip down her nose as she peered at the camera once more. Bold of her. Come weeks end and she returned to work she knew there would be a very different atmosphere.
She hit send anyway perhaps poking the bear was the game she wished to play.
To: My Favorite Headache.
That was an open invitation. Kinda disappointed you didn’t follow through. I’m two for two. Hit me with your best shot Kennedy. 😘
Just make sure those reports are submitted!
Oh how bold she was behind a phone screen.When if he could see her face as she hit send, it was as red as the stop sign knowing exactly what she was asking for.
The new picture made an involuntary groan leave his mouth, and he quickly undid his pants, sighing softly at the release of pressure on his dick, already mostly hard. He immediately sent the picture he'd taken moments ago, then opened his camera once again, snapping another picture with his hand around his cock, still covered by his boxers but obviously tenting the fabric.
That picture was immediately sent as well, accompanied by a kiss emoji.
To: Ingrid ❤️
Your move, sweetheart
The sound that had escaped her lips as the second image came into her vision. Definitely drew attention to her. Her knees pressed together. “Well played.” She muttered under her breath, before standing and grabbing her towel.
With a flustered face she walked back into the building. Pulling the image back out in the elevator, a slight breath escaping her. Regretting the drinks she had, not because of how bold she had gotten but because now she couldn’t drive.
She stopped eyes scanning the hallway, before she removed her swim top instantly wrapping the towel around herself. Holding the top next to the room number she snapped a photo. “Two can play games.” She slowly sunk onto the bed dropping both the towel and top, leaning her head back with her hand over her throat. Back at a perfect arch breasts full display.
To: My Favorite Headache.
My move? Think you can top me? 💋😘
Her careful choice of words as she sent the first image as a warning, followed by the second.
Oh, fuck.
He quickly shut his computer down and pulled up the address for the hotel Hunnigan was staying at. The ETA made him scoff; it said three hours, but with the Porsche, he knew he could cut that in half, at least. Especially with the general lack of traffic at that time of the day.
To: Ingrid ❤️
On my way, be there soon 😘
He quickly did his pants back up, grabbing his keys and making a beeline for the door. True to form, within an hour he was pulling into the hotel's parking lot, and he sent her a picture of the front of the building over his steering wheel.
To: Ingrid ❤️
Made it~
When the first message came through, she was shocked. Was he really? Was this going to happen? She didn’t think too hard on it, she only had three hours to be ready. Unless this somehow turned out to be another one of his jokes.
Was she riddled with heated anticipation?
So much to her surprise when she received the image of the front of the hotel not even an hour later. Didn’t this man know what a speed limit was? Why was she nervously dwelling on that fact.
To: My Favorite Headache.
What took so long? Doors unlocked. Fourth floor room 418. Don’t take too long.
Somehow he had managed to defuse every professional trait between them. After all the moment he would be through that door, she had fully intended on utilizing every inch she seen in the photos he sent.
Well, there wasn't a moment to lose, now was there?
He immediately headed inside, anticipation thrumming through his veins as he made his way to her hotel room, knocking on the door to announce his presence before he poked his head in the room.
"It's just me, I made it," he said, slipping inside and shutting the door behind him quickly, his eyes trailing over Hunnigan's form as he flipped the lock.
He didn't want any interruptions for the next several hours, dammit.
"I got here as quick as I could, didn't want to keep you waiting~"
Ingrid had definitely talked a big game over the text messages, and while she had fully intended on delivering. The initial knock flustered her to no end. Her knees pressed together with excitement, she hadn’t bothered with putting on any other clothing they would just be coming off anyway.
The moment Leon’s head poked into the room, it was seconds before the lock was clicking. For a moment she stood feeling the weight of his eyes sweeping over her half clothed body that had been weaponized over texts. A soft squeak escaped her throat as his voice broke the silence.
However she had only needed a moment to gather herself before her hand grabbed him by the fabric of his shirt. “You wasn’t playing fair Leon.” She proclaimed as if she hadn’t started this. With a tug that closed the distance between them and signaling end of a professional relationship, knowing that the next few hours would change everything entirely.
She rose onto the tips of her feet her chin raising slightly, but instead of a kiss her teeth found the flesh just below his ear above his neck with a claiming force. Would it bruise come the next day? Probably, however she didn’t care. He was about to find out, that she was far more than a voice over a headset.
He couldn't have stopped the groan that escaped even if he wanted to, but he also wasn't going to complain. After all, the years of tension between himself and Ingrid were finally coming to a head, and he wasn't letting this opportunity pass him by.
"Fuck..."
The feeling of her leaving her mark on his neck had him quickly getting hard again, his hands falling to her hips to hold her close.
"Should probably move to the bed...and let me get undressed, yeah? I'm a little overdressed, I think~" he said, tilting his head to the side to expose more of his neck as one of his hands moved to Hunnigan's ass, squeezing the flesh teasingly.
The sound that had escaped him didn’t do her any favors in the way her knees nearly buckled. That pure unadulterated groan stirring the growing hunger between her thighs more than she had thought possible. Her hands only gripping the fabric of his shirt tighter.
“I think.” She spoke her breath escaping her, she wasn’t even trying to hide her arousal at this point. “You’re finally right about something.” She quipped her forehead coming to rest at his shoulder. While she gathered the restraint to move. Her hands shifted to his beltloops with a ruthless jerk as his hands found the delicate flesh of her ass.
Her hips rolled so the smooth mounds rocked within his palms, her own lower half brushing his with a teasing grind. “You are more than over dressed.” Of course her hands were already fumbling with the buttons to his pants before bothering with anything else he was wearing.
She then stepped from his grip raising her hands to softly brush along his jawline as she backed towards the bed, in a room that felt miles away from a life she thought would keep them miles apart.
He followed her back to the bed, his gaze heated as he quickly pulled his shirt off, tossing the offending bit of fabric to the floor. His pants were next, joining the growing pile of clothing and leaving him in a similar state of undress to Hunnigan - and very obviously hard, his cock tenting the fabric of his boxers.
He teased his thumbs under the waistband of his remaining bit of clothing, pushing it down until it was also on the floor, every inch on display for the woman he'd spent years working - and flirting - with.
"Like what you see?~"
Her dark gems didn’t leave him for a second, watching as he peeled away every layer. She lowered herself sitting on the foot of the bed, her teeth grazing her bottom lip, with each item that hit the floor, leaving his own hardness peeking through the final peace of fabric on his body.
The moment his boxers found the floor her breath seemed to catch, all the years she had played hard to get or seemed uninterested. Reminding him they were on duty suddenly tossed to the side with the tension remaining. She slowly stood letting the swim bottoms hit her ankles before kicking it away in response.
“Do I like?” She parroted as her knees bent slowly lowering until they met the carpet. Her dark eyes looked up at his from where she now knelt. “Does this answer your question.” Without breaking eye contact her tongue slowly slipped from between her lips tracing along his shaft tasting every inch, before consuming him within her mouth.
"Oh, fuck-"
His breath left him in a rush when he felt her tongue against him, and when she finally took him in her mouth, Leon could feel his knees threatening to give out. He managed to keep himself upright, however, fingers threading into soft curls as a means to ground himself. Not pulling, not grabbing, simply resting - as if he was trying to remind himself that this wasn't a dream.
"Shit, baby...so good already..." he murmured, the words turning into a low moan as he fought the urge to thrust into the warm heat of her mouth. He intended to savor this, dammit, and he didn't want it to end too soon.
She paused long enough to enjoy the sensation of his fingers threading into her raven curls, the way his nails brushed along her scalp. She couldn’t remember when the last time she had felt an intimate touch, his words of praise only boosted her to drive her lips forward fully sheathing his cock inside her mouth, swallowing him into her throat with a subtle choking sound as he bottomed out. Perhaps she enjoyed the affectionate name falling from Leon’s lips far more than she ever thought she would.
Her tongue rolled along the bottom side, she gave a soft hum letting her voice vibrate against his shaft. A swallowed promise of her own surrender, slowly she drew back her soft lips parting from his dick leaving a thin line of saliva still connecting her mouth to him.
Slowly she rose up, letting her lips trail along his body as she did. Savoring every inch of him as she had said she would. Her hand cupped his jaw as her eyes met his. “Come here.” She murmured under her breath that whispered of a prize at the end of a long wait. “Why don’t you take a taste of yourself on my lips.” She quipped her tongue tracing her bottom lip.
"Gladly."
He quickly captured her lips with his own, another low groan of pleasure leaving him when he tasted himself on her tongue. Eager hands ran over every available inch of skin they could reach, delicious curves being committed to memory. He continued to deepen the kiss, gently backing her up to the bed before guiding her onto the mattress, slotting himself between her legs as he coaxed her to lay back.
"My turn, baby. Been dying to get my face between your thighs, been wanting to get a taste for ages~"
He started to make his way down her body with a smile, kissing over every inch of skin that he could reach as he sank to his knees, looking up at her through his lashes as his tongue licked a heated stripe over her center.
Her frame trembled against his as the shared kiss deepened, entrancing her far more than she had expected possible, a slight flush over her face as their lips parted reluctantly. Her eyes halfway open as she slowly laid back against the cotton blanket.
Her eyes widened slightly fingertips coming to rest against her lips. Her eyes didn’t leave him, watching him with an enamored expression as his lips trailed over her soft flesh making her breath shiver each contact.
She shifted upwards the moment his tongue made contact with her sensitive middle, a soft whimper escaping her as her fingers moved to thread in his perfect hair nails grazing against his scalp. She bit down on her bottom lip hard, an attempt to maintain her own control, only shifting once so her knees rested against his shoulders. Allowing him full access he had been denied, utterly at his mercy.
He moaned against her as his tongue dipped between her folds, his eyes fluttering shut as he eagerly worked his mouth.
"Fuck, you taste amazing..."
Another moan left him as he settled in, licking her out enthusiastically, fingers dipping between her legs to give her additional stimulation as his mouth settled over her clit. He fully intended to have her falling apart on his tongue, dammit.
Her breath hitched into an alarming moan that filled the room, her legs locking him into place. The hand she hand within his hair tightened with a handful, giving him a gentle tug as she tried her damnedest to maintain the composure she usually carried with grace. However all of that crumbled the moment he added his fingers. Doubling the sensation, overwhelming her in the best way.
“Leon” His name fell from her lips, breathless and dripping in prayer. Nothing compared to the way her voice had said his name previously. “D-don’t..stop.” She sung out, her body arching to him. Her hips involuntarily rolling as his lips settled over that sensitive pearl. Her toes curled against his back, every muscle in her body tensing. Pleasure electrifying throughout her veins, until she couldn’t hold back any longer. Her free hand slapping over her mouth as she cried out as the shock waves of her release hit her hard. Leaving her trembling, knowing this was only the beginning.
The feeling of her falling apart on his fingers and tongue had his cock throbbing, a pleased hum leaving him as he worked her through the aftershocks.
"That's it, baby...fuck, I wanna feel you doing that around my cock next," he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to the inside of her thigh. He wanted to ease her further up the mattress and slide his cock inside of her, but he also knew she likely needed a moment to breathe after an orgasm that intense.
He began kissing his way up her body, then, taking his time and paying special attention to her breasts as his hips settled between her legs again.
"So beautiful...absolutely perfect..."
「 CHIME 」
- Maybe someone had alittle bit much to drink on her vacation.
@workxwifex
The sound of his phone vibrating pulled him from the trance of his computer screen, and he ran a hand over his face, stretching a bit. Leon couldn't help but smile when he saw Hunnigan's name on the notification, though his eyes went wide when he actually opened the message.
God, he was never more glad to be working from home than he was at this moment. There were no coworkers to worry about hiding an inappropriately timed hard on from.
"Ingrid Hunnigan, you are a menace to my sanity..."
He bit his lip as he quickly typed out a reply, his jeans quickly becoming uncomfortably tight the longer he looked at the photo.
To: Ingrid ❤️
Looks like you're enjoying your vacation~
This your way of asking for a pic in return? 😏
@workxwifex
She was relaxing poolside, another drink in hand. She thought she had been clever with the risqué photo, securing years of back and forth between the two.
She was also very much aware that he should have been working, that Leon could have been in office at the time of receiving her mischievous image. Never had she anticipated that he would boldly message back.
He didn’t send a picture, and yet somehow that was far worse. Leaving the offer hanging so she would have to physically react to get one in return. Her face had to have turned various shades of red as her imagination took over without any control.
To: My Favorite Headache.
I very much am enjoying my vacation, too bad I’m three hours away. The pool water is quite nice.
What was this about a picture in return? Aren’t you on duty Leon? You wouldn’t?
She covered her own mouth, had she really just challenged him to follow up. He had to have been bluffing right?
To: Ingrid ❤️
Working from home today, so it doesn't matter if I'm on duty.
Is that a yes on the picture?
He smirked as he sent the message, pushing away from his desk and opening his camera, situating himself in a way that made it incredibly obvious just how much that first picture had affected him. He didn't send it yet, however, wanting her to outright say that she wants to see the effect she has on him.
He was also curious just how far she was willing to go with this little exchange, considering she was at the pool and he was supposed to be working.
Her teeth grazed her bottom lip as she reached for her drink taking a long sip. She would be lying to herself if she said her interest wasn’t peaked. Oh how she was torn between professionalism and personal human attraction.
So instead she hooked her thumb in the center of her swim top pulling it just enough to be suggestive, letting her glasses drip down her nose as she peered at the camera once more. Bold of her. Come weeks end and she returned to work she knew there would be a very different atmosphere.
She hit send anyway perhaps poking the bear was the game she wished to play.
To: My Favorite Headache.
That was an open invitation. Kinda disappointed you didn’t follow through. I’m two for two. Hit me with your best shot Kennedy. 😘
Just make sure those reports are submitted!
Oh how bold she was behind a phone screen.When if he could see her face as she hit send, it was as red as the stop sign knowing exactly what she was asking for.
The new picture made an involuntary groan leave his mouth, and he quickly undid his pants, sighing softly at the release of pressure on his dick, already mostly hard. He immediately sent the picture he'd taken moments ago, then opened his camera once again, snapping another picture with his hand around his cock, still covered by his boxers but obviously tenting the fabric.
That picture was immediately sent as well, accompanied by a kiss emoji.
To: Ingrid ❤️
Your move, sweetheart
The sound that had escaped her lips as the second image came into her vision. Definitely drew attention to her. Her knees pressed together. “Well played.” She muttered under her breath, before standing and grabbing her towel.
With a flustered face she walked back into the building. Pulling the image back out in the elevator, a slight breath escaping her. Regretting the drinks she had, not because of how bold she had gotten but because now she couldn’t drive.
She stopped eyes scanning the hallway, before she removed her swim top instantly wrapping the towel around herself. Holding the top next to the room number she snapped a photo. “Two can play games.” She slowly sunk onto the bed dropping both the towel and top, leaning her head back with her hand over her throat. Back at a perfect arch breasts full display.
To: My Favorite Headache.
My move? Think you can top me? 💋😘
Her careful choice of words as she sent the first image as a warning, followed by the second.
Oh, fuck.
He quickly shut his computer down and pulled up the address for the hotel Hunnigan was staying at. The ETA made him scoff; it said three hours, but with the Porsche, he knew he could cut that in half, at least. Especially with the general lack of traffic at that time of the day.
To: Ingrid ❤️
On my way, be there soon 😘
He quickly did his pants back up, grabbing his keys and making a beeline for the door. True to form, within an hour he was pulling into the hotel's parking lot, and he sent her a picture of the front of the building over his steering wheel.
To: Ingrid ❤️
Made it~
When the first message came through, she was shocked. Was he really? Was this going to happen? She didn’t think too hard on it, she only had three hours to be ready. Unless this somehow turned out to be another one of his jokes.
Was she riddled with heated anticipation?
So much to her surprise when she received the image of the front of the hotel not even an hour later. Didn’t this man know what a speed limit was? Why was she nervously dwelling on that fact.
To: My Favorite Headache.
What took so long? Doors unlocked. Fourth floor room 418. Don’t take too long.
Somehow he had managed to defuse every professional trait between them. After all the moment he would be through that door, she had fully intended on utilizing every inch she seen in the photos he sent.
Well, there wasn't a moment to lose, now was there?
He immediately headed inside, anticipation thrumming through his veins as he made his way to her hotel room, knocking on the door to announce his presence before he poked his head in the room.
"It's just me, I made it," he said, slipping inside and shutting the door behind him quickly, his eyes trailing over Hunnigan's form as he flipped the lock.
He didn't want any interruptions for the next several hours, dammit.
"I got here as quick as I could, didn't want to keep you waiting~"
Ingrid had definitely talked a big game over the text messages, and while she had fully intended on delivering. The initial knock flustered her to no end. Her knees pressed together with excitement, she hadn’t bothered with putting on any other clothing they would just be coming off anyway.
The moment Leon’s head poked into the room, it was seconds before the lock was clicking. For a moment she stood feeling the weight of his eyes sweeping over her half clothed body that had been weaponized over texts. A soft squeak escaped her throat as his voice broke the silence.
However she had only needed a moment to gather herself before her hand grabbed him by the fabric of his shirt. “You wasn’t playing fair Leon.” She proclaimed as if she hadn’t started this. With a tug that closed the distance between them and signaling end of a professional relationship, knowing that the next few hours would change everything entirely.
She rose onto the tips of her feet her chin raising slightly, but instead of a kiss her teeth found the flesh just below his ear above his neck with a claiming force. Would it bruise come the next day? Probably, however she didn’t care. He was about to find out, that she was far more than a voice over a headset.
He couldn't have stopped the groan that escaped even if he wanted to, but he also wasn't going to complain. After all, the years of tension between himself and Ingrid were finally coming to a head, and he wasn't letting this opportunity pass him by.
"Fuck..."
The feeling of her leaving her mark on his neck had him quickly getting hard again, his hands falling to her hips to hold her close.
"Should probably move to the bed...and let me get undressed, yeah? I'm a little overdressed, I think~" he said, tilting his head to the side to expose more of his neck as one of his hands moved to Hunnigan's ass, squeezing the flesh teasingly.
The sound that had escaped him didn’t do her any favors in the way her knees nearly buckled. That pure unadulterated groan stirring the growing hunger between her thighs more than she had thought possible. Her hands only gripping the fabric of his shirt tighter.
“I think.” She spoke her breath escaping her, she wasn’t even trying to hide her arousal at this point. “You’re finally right about something.” She quipped her forehead coming to rest at his shoulder. While she gathered the restraint to move. Her hands shifted to his beltloops with a ruthless jerk as his hands found the delicate flesh of her ass.
Her hips rolled so the smooth mounds rocked within his palms, her own lower half brushing his with a teasing grind. “You are more than over dressed.” Of course her hands were already fumbling with the buttons to his pants before bothering with anything else he was wearing.
She then stepped from his grip raising her hands to softly brush along his jawline as she backed towards the bed, in a room that felt miles away from a life she thought would keep them miles apart.
He followed her back to the bed, his gaze heated as he quickly pulled his shirt off, tossing the offending bit of fabric to the floor. His pants were next, joining the growing pile of clothing and leaving him in a similar state of undress to Hunnigan - and very obviously hard, his cock tenting the fabric of his boxers.
He teased his thumbs under the waistband of his remaining bit of clothing, pushing it down until it was also on the floor, every inch on display for the woman he'd spent years working - and flirting - with.
"Like what you see?~"
Her dark gems didn’t leave him for a second, watching as he peeled away every layer. She lowered herself sitting on the foot of the bed, her teeth grazing her bottom lip, with each item that hit the floor, leaving his own hardness peeking through the final peace of fabric on his body.
The moment his boxers found the floor her breath seemed to catch, all the years she had played hard to get or seemed uninterested. Reminding him they were on duty suddenly tossed to the side with the tension remaining. She slowly stood letting the swim bottoms hit her ankles before kicking it away in response.
“Do I like?” She parroted as her knees bent slowly lowering until they met the carpet. Her dark eyes looked up at his from where she now knelt. “Does this answer your question.” Without breaking eye contact her tongue slowly slipped from between her lips tracing along his shaft tasting every inch, before consuming him within her mouth.
"Oh, fuck-"
His breath left him in a rush when he felt her tongue against him, and when she finally took him in her mouth, Leon could feel his knees threatening to give out. He managed to keep himself upright, however, fingers threading into soft curls as a means to ground himself. Not pulling, not grabbing, simply resting - as if he was trying to remind himself that this wasn't a dream.
"Shit, baby...so good already..." he murmured, the words turning into a low moan as he fought the urge to thrust into the warm heat of her mouth. He intended to savor this, dammit, and he didn't want it to end too soon.
She paused long enough to enjoy the sensation of his fingers threading into her raven curls, the way his nails brushed along her scalp. She couldn’t remember when the last time she had felt an intimate touch, his words of praise only boosted her to drive her lips forward fully sheathing his cock inside her mouth, swallowing him into her throat with a subtle choking sound as he bottomed out. Perhaps she enjoyed the affectionate name falling from Leon’s lips far more than she ever thought she would.
Her tongue rolled along the bottom side, she gave a soft hum letting her voice vibrate against his shaft. A swallowed promise of her own surrender, slowly she drew back her soft lips parting from his dick leaving a thin line of saliva still connecting her mouth to him.
Slowly she rose up, letting her lips trail along his body as she did. Savoring every inch of him as she had said she would. Her hand cupped his jaw as her eyes met his. “Come here.” She murmured under her breath that whispered of a prize at the end of a long wait. “Why don’t you take a taste of yourself on my lips.” She quipped her tongue tracing her bottom lip.
"Gladly."
He quickly captured her lips with his own, another low groan of pleasure leaving him when he tasted himself on her tongue. Eager hands ran over every available inch of skin they could reach, delicious curves being committed to memory. He continued to deepen the kiss, gently backing her up to the bed before guiding her onto the mattress, slotting himself between her legs as he coaxed her to lay back.
"My turn, baby. Been dying to get my face between your thighs, been wanting to get a taste for ages~"
He started to make his way down her body with a smile, kissing over every inch of skin that he could reach as he sank to his knees, looking up at her through his lashes as his tongue licked a heated stripe over her center.
Her frame trembled against his as the shared kiss deepened, entrancing her far more than she had expected possible, a slight flush over her face as their lips parted reluctantly. Her eyes halfway open as she slowly laid back against the cotton blanket.
Her eyes widened slightly fingertips coming to rest against her lips. Her eyes didn’t leave him, watching him with an enamored expression as his lips trailed over her soft flesh making her breath shiver each contact.
She shifted upwards the moment his tongue made contact with her sensitive middle, a soft whimper escaping her as her fingers moved to thread in his perfect hair nails grazing against his scalp. She bit down on her bottom lip hard, an attempt to maintain her own control, only shifting once so her knees rested against his shoulders. Allowing him full access he had been denied, utterly at his mercy.
He moaned against her as his tongue dipped between her folds, his eyes fluttering shut as he eagerly worked his mouth.
"Fuck, you taste amazing..."
Another moan left him as he settled in, licking her out enthusiastically, fingers dipping between her legs to give her additional stimulation as his mouth settled over her clit. He fully intended to have her falling apart on his tongue, dammit.
