i won’t write ageplay, incest, scat or piss kinks or wound fucking please! yandere, dubcon/cnc, knife play, and dark content is welcome. non con is a line i’d rather not cross unless it fits the character or fic !
i prefer AFAB cuz i’m a girl and i only know female anatomy lol
danny chases u down towards the end of the trial and corners you in lampkin house, decides to have a little fun w u
dark paradise nsfw
you’re spawned into the trial in tiny pajamas for the new event, and your favorite killer very much likes your outfit hehe
camera shy nsfw
danny is stalking you and breaks in when he sees you using a toy on yourself
danny hc’s with friendly survivor reader nsfw/sfw
danny with cold reader sfw
heavy metal lover nsfw
you’re very annoying and try to throw hands w danny, resulting in him having revenge
im preying on you tonight nsfw
you have bad experience with these scare actors
love potions nsfw
danny falls in love with you at first sight and grows an obsession.
crybaby nsfw
danny is very mean during naughty time, but he always patches you up afterwards!
cuddling with danny :3 sfw
kisses w/danny !! sfw
danny comforting sad!reader sfw
cosplay w/danny johnson nsfw
rick grimes
the less i know the better pt. 1 pt. 2 nsfw
you’re a savior taken hostage by rick and daryl and they decide to make u their little slut
using you nsfw
rick takes his anger out on you after lori's death because he's a self projecting loser and wants u really bad
i need to purge my urges, shame shame shame pt. 1 pt. 2 nsfw
dark content !! get taken by the CRM by total coincidence and reunite with your lover who you haven’t seen in years, only to find out he’s only a fragment of the man he used to be
say yes to heaven sfw
nurse reader with silly rick
daryl dixon
the less i know the better pt. 1 pt. 2 nsfw
you’re a savior taken hostage by rick and daryl and they decide to make u their little slut
snowfall nsfw
you and daryl are out on a run when the temperature drops to freezing
gojo satoru
poly headcanons w gojo and geto sfw + nsfw
yandere!gojo x fem!reader sfw
one night stand a yandere!gojo nsfw
fwb!gojo x fem!reader nsfw
micheal myers
enjoy the silence nsfw
he breaks into the house you’re babysitting
ethan landry
make you mine nsfw
you have a study date with ethan and walk in on him in his ghostface robe.
Since we all on our period here's a little treat for my puppies <3
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Dada Leon + period sex + head {fem receiving}
Leon doesn't care if you're on your period. He knows how annoying it can be especially when you get that sudden wave of horniness. Some blood won't stop him.
When it comes to eating you out, he already has a terrible joke up his sleeve. Leon would smile ear to ear before saying "I'm a vampire after all" before going down on you. Sucking and licking at your hard throbbing clit not caring that the lower part of his face is mixed with saliva, pussy juices and blood.
After you've cummed from just his tongue he'll straighten up and position his painfully hard cock towards your hole before pushing in and taking his sweet babygirl.
Leon is much more gentle then he usually would be. He knows his baby is already in so much pain as it is and doesn't want to add more discomfort to it. After a good fucking, he'll wash you up even if you're half asleep and let his angel rest <3
i have a req if that’s okay!! could u maybe possibly write smth where a usually introverted shy ish reader comes back home to re!4 / re!9 leon from a girls night out near blackout drunk and has a completely different personality (more extroverted and loud and perverted but in a funny way) nsfw if that’s okay n in a very like reader is trying to be dominating but leon is still cocky and wins in the end way!! sorry if this is far too specific i had a vision in mind and im hoping u can bring it to life; thankuuuu!!
i hope you like it, i tweaked it a bit and changed it to morning sex but i think it turned out sweet and hot hehe <33 also shoutout to the other anon from yesterday for a line that fit so well into this as i was editing it today!!
what am i gonna do with you?
leon kennedy [re9] x wife!reader
warnings: SMUT MDNI — oral (m receiving), p in v penetration, making out while drunk, "good girl." otherwise just reader hitting on leon like crazy bc they're drunk, leon holding himself back from jumping you lol
Leon’s half asleep on the couch when he hears it. The living room’s only lit by some trashy reality show playing softly on the TV, a bag of peanuts he’d been snacking on discarded on the table. His phone falls off his chest as he shoots up from his dozing. A loud bump against the front door sends his hackles up, but it’s soothed soon after when it’s followed by a familiar giggle. You were home.
He opens the door right as you’ve finally fumbled through all your keys to find the right one, and you nearly fall into him in surprise. The faint smell of tequila clings to you, and your friend who has accompanied you to the door, clearly far more sober, gives him a sheepish look. He nods, grateful you weren’t sent home alone, and shuts the apartment door so he can take care of his now very intoxicated wife.
“I thought you were spending the night at one of your friends’?” He guides you to a much more stable position against the door. Leon watches you for a moment, takes in your flushed cheeks and lazy smile up at him. A fondness creeps up on him.
“I was…” You trail off and reach out for him. He offers you his hand to hold, unsure as to what you’re needing. You don’t know yourself, but you’re grateful to take his hand, guide it to your cheek as if it’s a cool ice pack against your flushed skin. “But then someone asked to see a picture of you, so I showed ‘em my phone,” you hiccup a little, pull out your phone to show him your background. The two of you at the beach, on the one rare vacation you’d managed to sneak in between Leon’s jobs. It’s cropped so it’s focused more on him; tan body wrapped around yours, clad in only swim trunks. “‘Nd then I remembered how hot you are. So I came home.” Leon’s eyebrows shoot towards his hairline in surprise at your bluntness. He’s not sure you’ve ever been this drunk before. Normally, you’re more on the quiet side, it’s just your nature. You’d come out of your comfort zone the longer the two of you had been together, but your flirts and compliments are usually more intentional… less bold.
Even so, he finds it incredibly amusing.
“So you forgot how hot I was before then?” He pulls the rest of your jacket off, already half hanging off of your shoulders from your busy night. You’re practically swaying in your spot, so he guides you to sit on the couch out of caution.
“No,” your offended cry is delayed as you processed what he’d said. “No way I can forget all of… this,” you flail your hands as a gesture to his body. Even in loose sweatpants and a t-shirt that’s got a few holes in it, he’s as much as an adonis as ever. You stare openly as he hangs your jacket by the door. The way his arms and shoulders flex at the movement. Your hazy mind wonders briefly if you’re drooling.
And then he turns back around, and your eyes are gifted with the sight of his face. You openly swoon and reach out for him. The expression on his features is a mix smack dab between amusement and surprise. His usually reserved, composed wife is now a wide open book. Large print, descriptive pictures. He can already read you well, but now you’re making it as obvious as a chapter book to him.
“C’mere,” you whine. He stays put, only a few feet from you, just to see what you’d do. Briefly, you consider getting up to go to him, but the couch is so comfy, and you’re sure your legs are jello by now. Leon’s got a smug look on his face. “Don’t be a dick, put those huge guns of yours to good use and hold me.”
“You’re ridiculous,” the words wrap around you like a hug of their own before he follows with a physical embrace. You bury your face in his chest and sigh. Take a deep breath of his cologne with a hum.
“Only ridiculous thing here is your fuckin’ body,” you mumble into his shirt. It’s soft, worn, and incredibly Leon. You could live here, you think. Nest in his arms and never leave. “D’you even understand how gorgeous you are? ‘S unfair.”
“Careful, honey, I don’t think my ego can get any bigger.”
“Something else could, though,” you mumble. His breath hitches when your hand lands on the crotch of his pants.
“You’re drunk. That’s not happening.”
“C’mon,” you pout at him, eyes darkened. He’s not sure if it’s from the drinks or the desire. Probably both. “Been thinking about you, like, all night.”
“No,” he states firmly, moving your hand back to its previous place at his ribs. “Let’s try and sober you up a little, hm?” Leon attempts to pry himself from your hold. It doesn’t work. You’re hugging him like he’s your lifeline. “Baby, let me up.”
You don’t move. So he just hoists you into his arms. This seems to trigger another set of complaints in you, about how he’s so rude and won’t even fuck me but will show off your huge muscles just to piss me off. It’s all really entertaining to him.
He leaves you at the dining table while he pads around the kitchen. You go suspiciously quiet as he prepares a glass of water and slips two slices of bread in the toaster. He turns on his heel, glass in hand, and the look on your face says it all; you’re enjoying the show again. He tries to ignore that his ears have begun to heat from all your attention.
“Drink,” he presses the water in your hands. You take a slow sip, deliberately watching him over the lip of the glass. It looks all too much like the way you’ve peered up at him from between his legs, your hands all over his thighs and your mouth on him. “Don’t look at me like that, honey.”
“What?” You play dumb, cocking your head to the side. The glass leaves your lips, and a few droplets remain on the edge of your mouth. Leon goes to thumb them away without a second thought, and feels like his knees may give out when you take his finger in your mouth with a brief suck. He feels something stir in his abdomen and swallows hard. The pad of his finger lingers on your lips, smudging your lipstick onto your chin. The kitchen is dead silent for a moment, so much so that you let out a squeak of surprise when the toaster pops up. Leon yanks his hand back like he’s been caught, busying himself with your snack to clear his head from thoughts he could not yet act on.
He makes your toast just the way you like; smothered in butter and cinnamon sugar.
“Thanks, handsome,” you’re practically batting your eyelashes at him. It’s so over the top that it’s more funny to him than anything, but he’d be lying if he didn’t admit that it only fueled the fire burning deep in him. You crunch down on the first bite with a happy noise. “Just’s sweet as you.”
He sits in the chair closest to you as you eat your toast. You must’ve staved off any bar snacks, because it’s gone within a minute. He supervises you as you slowly work at the glass of water. Your socked foot finds his own, and begins to rub upwards on his calf. His jaw sets as he looks at you, and you look right back, as if you’re doing nothing but sipping your water. So sweet, like you’ve never done anything more than give him a chaste peck before. It drives him crazy.
Eventually you finish your drink with an overdramatic aahh. Leon sighs and collects the dishes, pushing back from the table to deposit them in the sink.
“How’re you feeling?” He’s not sure why he even asks, because your response is smart, teasing.
“Horny,” Leon squeezes his eyes shut and wills away how he wants to pin you on the table you’re sitting at. He doesn’t turn around. He knows the look that’ll be on your face; an innocent grin, chin propped up on your hand like you haven’t been openly hitting on him after he’d already decided nothing is going to happen tonight. It’s truly torture, and he’s half-certain you’re doing it because of that exact reason, rather than an attempt to convince him otherwise.
“I think it’s time for bed.”
Leon manages to wrangle you and your grabby hands into the bathroom. He sits you on the closed toilet and begins to gather all your nighttime routine items. The basic ones, at least. Makeup remover, a cloth, face wash, moisturizer. He knows that if he gets you in bed without washing your face, your inevitable hangover will turn out a touch worse than it needs to be.
He dabs lightly at your face at first, only for your eye makeup to stay put. A small giggle erupts from your mouth and something warm blooms in his chest as he lets you work through the fit of laughter. The smile rounds your cheeks and squeezes your eyes shut, the same way you laugh far too hard at his stupid jokes.
“Harder, Leon,” you say, playing up a bit of a moan in your voice. It’s too familiar of a sentence, and he grumbles under his breath. “What? You gotta go harder. And faster.” You’re poking the bear, at this point. And you’re honestly hoping he’ll maul you.
“Baby, I mean this in the most respectful way, I’m gonna need you to shut that pretty mouth of yours,” he takes your chin in his fingers to hold your face still as he begins to put more pressure into the cloth, and streaks of black finally begin to lift from your skin. You manage to contain yourself enough to let him finish. At least you had something very nice to look at in the meantime.
Once he’s finished, you stare at him expectantly. He knows he shouldn’t take the bait. But he can’t resist.
“What?”
“Was I good for you?”
“Fucking…” he sighs, tossing the used cloth on the counter and grabbing a fresh washcloth to wash your face. He begins to rub the face wash into your skin gently, and even as he’s working, you can’t resist.
“Leonnnn,” it’s a bit of a ridiculous sight, you with a thick layer of foaming bubbles all over your face, but your words send something dark swirling in him regardless. “I’m your good girl, right, Leon?”
“Usually,” is all he can manage. You let out something close to a whimper.
“I’ve got a lot to make up for, then,” your hand slips up his thigh, dangerously close to the apex of his legs. “I’ll be good, I promise.”
“I know you would, baby,” he ignores the twitch underneath his sweatpants. Pushes your hands back to your lap. He presses a quick kiss to your teasing mouth. “Almost done. I promise.”
“And then we can have some real fun?”
“And then we can go to sleep.”
“You’re boring, Scott.”
“Oh, I’m in trouble now,” he hums at the invocation of his middle name, which surely means he’s done something to piss you off. But the playfulness in your voice is still there. The damp washcloth is cool against your skin as he works at clearing the soap off of you.
“Big trouble.”
“Is that right?” You go to say something, but are muffled by him patting your face dry with a towel. Once the fabric slips back down your face, a dramatic frown is there. Leon thinks he must have cartoon hearts floating over his head as he openly stares at you, fondness practically radiating from him like a heater. Even while teasing him relentlessly, you’re charming and endearing. He falls in love with you all over again every time you look at him. “And how exactly are you going to punish me?”
“I’m sure I can think of somethin—,” you practically screech when he throws you over his shoulder. Luckily for you, it’s a perfect view of Leon’s ass, and you take the opportunity to give it a smack. He practically throws you on the bed before you can manage another grab.
“Take those off, handsy,” he gestures to your pants. It’s an innocent ask, really. He’s just trying to get you in comfy clothes. But you take the opportunity to tease him, of course. You pop open the button and begin to shimmy the jeans down your legs as slow as possible. Leon sighs and looks away. “I hate you.”
“No, you don’t,” once your legs are free, you kneel on the bed and pull him closer to you. “You like me, hot stuff. ‘S why you’re taking care of me so nicely.” He manages a glance down at you as you wrap your arms around his waist. Like is an understatement. He’s not sure if he’s ever come up with the right words to say how he feels about you. Love is the only thing close enough, but it seems so small in comparison to the pull in his heart. Like it’s going to come right out of him just to be closer to you.
You look up at him with big eyes, chin on his chest. His features soften. The look is warmer than the alcohol still swimming in you, and you feel as though you may melt into the sheets.
“God, you’re cute,” he grumbles, low and slightly annoyed, but it’s laced with affection. Tinged pink like your cheeks. His palm finds your jaw. A thumb rubs affection into your cheek. “What am I gonna do with you?”
“I’ve got a few things you can do to me.” It really shouldn’t be as sexy as it is. It’s a corny line; one that he’d say to you to make you groan. But when it’s coming from your lips, while you’re staring up at him with such enthusiasm, it’s aggravatingly adorable. The tequila’s still got a hold of your impulse control, but your movements and lilt of your words are evening out.
“Take off your shirt,” he sighs, and helps you pull it off, alongside your bra. They lay discarded on the floor for tomorrow’s chores. Right now, the only thing on his mind is you, now unbelievably bare in front of him. A little bit of his resolve breaks off. His hands slip greedily over your bare skin and he abandons his intent of dressing you in pajamas.
Leon lets himself be taken by you for just a moment, pressing his lips to yours finally after so long of avoiding it. You sigh into his mouth, pushing past his lips with your tongue and he groans, deep and low. His knee comes down between your legs as he dwarfs you on the bed, and your hands slip underneath the soft fabric of his shirt to feel his skin. “‘S all you’re getting, baby, you’re still drunk.”
“Not that drunk,” you murmur. Leon lets you push him upwards, shifting around so you can climb onto his lap. He presses the curve of your waist into him gladly. He suddenly wishes he’d forgone a shirt for sleep so he could feel you against him.
Then again, he’s not sure he could keep up his restraint in that case.
Your hands are everywhere. Sliding up his chest, into his hair, pulling him as close to you as possible. And your lips are much the same; on his, then breaking off to trail down his jaw, the length of his neck, then back to his mouth. It’s sickly sweet, dripping with something underneath that has his abdomen burning hot with need.
Then, you pull back suddenly. A yawn escapes your jaws like a tired cat, and he chuckles.
“Sleepy?”
“...No.” Another yawn betrays you, but you press into him again. It’s marketedly lazier than before, like your body has been reminded how exhausted you are. The warmth of Leon’s arms surely didn’t help. He lets you continue, enjoying the slow nature that you’ve now settled on. But he can tell your energy is waning, and it’s a little funny to him. In the same way that a puppy’s attempt to play while it's falling asleep is funny.
You yawn a third time, pulling back to move away from him as you do. He watches the expression on your face shift from defiant to frustrated. You pout at him like it’s his fault.
“We’ll finish this tomorrow, yeah?” He presses a laugh of a kiss to your lips, something more chaste coming through this time. You whine and fall into him, limp and tired from your busy night out. And, well, a busy night in.
“You better,” you grumble through a fourth yawn. Leon pulls you under the covers with him, into the home of his chest. It’s become increasingly difficult to fight the drag of your eyelids now. His arms wind around you in a safe embrace. A kiss lands on your forehead. You mumble something close to love you and with what feels like a few seconds, you’re out like a light.
———
Leon wakes before you the next morning. Daylight creeps through the curtains, fanning across your features in a golden halo. His eyes are still half-closed with sleep, and he blinks a few times to fully take in the sight before him. You’re fast asleep now, one hand curled almost protectively around his ribs. He brushes a strand of hair away from your eyes and lets out a quiet hum as your behavior from last night comes back to his memory. A smile pulls at his lips. He wonders if you’d remember how openly flirty you were.
He lets you rest and closes his eyes again after a while, certain he won’t fall back asleep just yet, but enjoying the feeling of you beside him nonetheless. It’s not until a few minutes later when you begin to move slowly next to him as you join him in the waking world. Your hand moves upward against his shoulders, and you curl further into him with a groan.
“Morning, gorgeous,” he keeps his voice low, barely more than a whisper. He’s certain you must have a raging headache, and the way you’ve hidden from the morning sun only confirms his hunch. He kisses your head gently and pulls himself from you, sacrificing his comfort so he can grab some ibuprofen from the medicine cabinet. You manage to peek only one eye open when his footsteps return, and are relieved at the sight of your wonderful husband offering you two tablets and a glass of water.
You hope the kiss you press to his lips once he’s joined you in bed again translates well into thank you so much, I love you, my lovely husband because you’re half-certain your voice may make your pounding head explode. Leon’s though, is like sweet honey, soothing any pain that is searing through your skull.
“Finish the water for me, hm?” he encourages, and you don’t argue. It’s a welcome coolness against your dry throat. He takes the empty glass from you once you’ve swallowed the last drop and tucks you underneath the covers alongside him again. The two of you are quiet, enjoying the peace of the morning, and Leon’s the first to initiate a long, deep kiss. It’s warm and sweet, turning a little less chaste as seconds pass. Vague blurs of your slurred flirting return to your mind, and you smile a little against him. His bit of desperation makes sense.
You enjoy his eagerness, but are a little disappointed when he doesn’t climb over you like he normally does to initiate further foreplay. He pulls away to look at you, playing just as innocent as you had last night.
“What…?”
“You were so intent on leading the way last night,” he props himself up next to you with his elbow, eyes dragging deliciously slow over your face. The hand that had been guiding yours to his lips finds its way to your thigh underneath the sheets. “I’ll let you do whatever you were so desperate for now.”
“Leon,” you practically whine in embarrassment. He chuckles, but doesn’t budge. His finger rubs firm circles into your thigh. “C’mon, I was drunk.”
“Drunk words are sober thoughts,” he hums, placing a kiss on your nose. “What d’you have to be scared of, baby?” He’s caught onto your anxiety, because of course he has. Even though the tequila’s no longer loosening your tongue, he can read you just as well.
“Nothing,” you mumble. “Just… it’s weird.”
“Weird?”
“I feel… I don’t know,” you huff. “I feel silly. Like I’m playing pretend. You’re so natural at it.”
“Natural at what?” Jesus, he’s really trying to pull you out of your comfort zone.
“Being… this,” you gesture vaguely, and sigh at his raised eyebrows. “Sexy. Attractive.”
“Honey, I hate to break it to you,” he leans in closer, a few stray strands of hair slipping down to hang over you. “But you are incredibly sexy.” You’re unsure how to respond. You know Leon finds you attractive, he married you for Christ’s sake. But putting on an air of dominance is a whole different thing. You’ve taken first steps, initiated sex plenty of times, but this feels a little scarier for some reason. “If it makes you feel better, I play pretend just a little. Because I know what you like, and you being turned on turns me on.” You blush under his open confession, a little embarrassed to be told so directly that you enjoy his dominance during sex. But you can’t lie to yourself; sometimes you want to lead, want to give him some pillow princess treatment.
You tell yourself to take initiative, count to five. And move on three before you can think too hard about it.
Leon tries to hide his surprise when you’re climbing on top of him, mood shifting into something hotter as you pull him into another deep kiss. He sighs into your mouth, slipping his arms around you as you straddle his hips. He groans when you press your clothed heat to his quickly hardening erection beneath his briefs.
“Mmnh— fuck,” he sighs, lifts up just enough to tug his shirt over his head. He scoots backwards and hauls you with him, leaning against the headboard. You take more of his kisses greedily, soaking up any courage you can before you’re heading south, leaving trails of your mouth and a stray bruise behind. Leon watches you with hooded eyes, hands light on your back. An encouragement via his touch, but not firm pressure guiding you, like he usually has. His cock springs from his underwear as you tug them off. He’s hard, pink and throbbing. He nearly slams his head into the wall when you kiss his tip.
You lick a teasing stripe up his length and meet his eyes, now dark pools of blue hung up on you. Something possesses you at that look, and you hold his gaze steady as you take him fully in your mouth. He breaks eye contact first, unable to help himself from squeezing his eyes shut from the feeling of you around him.
“Ah, baby, fuck.” It’s practically a whine. You hollow your cheeks and take him deeper, letting yourself gag messily on his cock before you come up for air. Spit trails from your lips to his head, and he lets out another swear when he sees you. Misty eyes from the depth, messy mouth going back down for more before he gets out a single word. “Shit, can’t believe you don’t know how fucking sexy you are, sweetheart. So pretty.”
You hum around him, letting the compliment stroke your ego. His hand threads itself in your hair, but doesn’t move, letting you set the pace. You don’t need his help; you’re damn good at what you’re doing and he hopes you know that. But, just in case, he lets his mouth run.
“You always feel so fucking good,” his grunts are deep, vibrating in his chest. They send a shockwave of pleasure through you, and you feel slick arousal pool in your underwear from it all. “You’re a goddamn angel.” You only pull off him briefly to catch your breath, stroking a little faster at his moans. He sucks in a breath through his teeth and catches your hand to slow you down. “Slow—slow, baby, I’m already getting close.”
“That desperate, huh?” Your comment makes him growl, and he pulls you back to his mouth. The kiss is wet, messy, and a mix of lip bites and tongues. You whine when his hand slips down to your underwear, which has an obscenely wet spot growing by the second.
“So wet already,” he breathes against your cheek, pressing into your clit over the fabric. You whimper. “Fuck, you turned on from sucking me off?”
“Yeah,” your voice is nothing more than a breath of a word, nails digging into his shoulder when he increases the pressure against your clit. “Fuck, Leon.”
“I need you,” he slips your panties to the side and you shudder at his fingers sliding over your bare pussy. You’re pulsing with need, and grind your hips into his hand immediately. “I think you need me, too, huh, baby?”
“Please.”
“Come here, beautiful,” he hauls you onto his lap, his teeth attaching to the pulse point on your neck. It sends goosebumps across your skin, and you let him continue, reaching behind you to guide his length inside of you. The moment he slides home you both moan loudly, finally joined together after all your flirting the night prior. Even if you were drunk, you had still been absurdly horny the second your husband’s biceps crossed your mind. If anything, the tequila had made it worse. But you’re not sure you were ever as desperate as you are now, circling your hips further down on his length. He finally releases your neck with a pleased hum. “You are so fucking hot. My fucking wife.” The encouragement sends a wave of heat through you, and you push his chest down as you begin to bounce slowly. Leon’s hands fall to your hips, the cold sliver of his wedding band imprinting your skin. Every time you have sex, the image of his ring finger pressed against your skin, adorned with a symbol of your commitment, sends a shiver down your spine. It’s unbelievably hot.
Whether it’s from being so early in the morning, or the hangover that’s still aching in the background of all of this, you don’t know. But your thighs begin to burn from the effort of your ride, and you can’t hold back the whimper of frustration. Leon notices immediately, he always does, and slows your movements. His lips find yours again, sweet and reassuring as he takes the lead. He tips you back slowly until you’re below him, and he’s thrusting into you, slow and intimate. The drag of his length inside of you feels too fucking good. You practically cry at the pleasure, and he threads his fingers through yours. His eyes catch on the shine of your wedding ring, and something terribly fond crosses his features. His thrusts become harder, deeper, and he presses your legs further towards you. You might as well be folded in half. But you’re exactly where you want to be.
“Fuck, I love you,” he growls against your cheek, pressing his nose into your face as his thrusts increase in speed. You can feel the knot inside you expanding fast at his own pleasure, too turned on by his affection, the desperation of it all. He feels you begin to tighten around him. “You love it when I fuck you, don’t you? Too sweet to go at me like this, huh?” You nod, frantic and alongside a loud cry of pleasure when he hits that spot just right. Something begins to undo inside of you. “You getting close, honey? I can feel you, so fuckin’ tight.”
“Mhm,” is all you can manage, reaching your hand down to play with your clit. Leon practically slaps it away to do it himself. He presses hard and fast, the perfect pressure and pace that has you mewling underneath him.
“You like it when I fuck you like this? Take control?”
“Yes, fuck, Leon,” you whimper.
“Yeah, my fuckin’ girl,” he grunts. “That’s it.” You feel yourself bursting at the seams, unraveling at every circle around your clit. It takes over your body at last, flooding warmth and pleasure all too much for you to do anything except cry his name. He continues through it, making sure your orgasm reaches every inch of your body. “Good girl, so good for me,” he encourages, and you go limp as the post-orgasm haze surrounds you. He thrusts only a few times after you’re finished, crying out himself with a drawn out whine when he lets go. You dig your nails into his back as he pumps into you, slamming a messy thrust a few times as he rides out his own high with a pant. Even as you’re returning to the earth, the pulses of cum and grind of his hips against yours feel like pure ecstasy. Every twitch inside of you has your breath catching.
Leon collapses on top of you. You welcome the weight, even if you’ll have to push him off after a minute so you can breathe. His shoulders rise and fall fast, and you can feel his heart beat rapidly against your chests. You’re both damp with sweat, skin sticky to each other.
Your husband rolls over after a long moment, but drags you with him in a tight hug. He kisses your forehead a few times, then sighs. His fingertips trail up your back in light scratches.
“How’s your head?”
“You tell me.” The joke catches him off guard and he laughs.
“Five stars, perfect,” he squeezes you against him. “No notes.”
sum; older!neighbor!leon just can't get you out of his head, but he knows it's so damn inappropriate. his solution? use the rainstorm to his advantage.
content; reader has vaguely described anxiety, age gap (Leon is late 30s, reader is early-mid 20s), unprotected sex, fingering, pussy slapping, tit sucking, kinda rough sex
wc; 6.3k
The weather lately had been horrible. Constant rain, but not yet enough to give any weather warnings. You hated the rain when it got bad, and because your favorite neighbor was aware of that fact, he took advantage of it to be around you more lately.
Tonight, thunder had been louder than the last three nights, rain heavier, so heavy it sounded like hail. You busied yourself, hoping to fight off your anxiety as you cooked and cleaned and even tried crafting as a distraction. You considered asking a friend for company, but your unspoken rule was as long as the power was on, you were okay.
The light flickered. You felt an impending sense of doom, a whine leaving your lips. You scrambled to grab your phone, looking through your contacts. Who would be willing to drive to you? Or come at all?! In this weather, no one, is what you thought. Not even your closest neighbor.
Coincidentally, your neighbor, Leon, called you as soon as the power went out. You immediately answered. "Hello?" Leon could hear the uncertainty, and he frowned.
"Hey, sweets," he started, his voice low and soothing. "Power out at yours, too?"
"Mhmm." You hummed. Leon could hear you scrambling to find any way to light up the house, at least the living room.
"I'll be over in a second, yeah? I'll bring candles and some playing cards. How about we play some games? Keep your pretty head occupied." You could hear his own shuffling as you lit a small candle, settling into your couch and curling up.
"That'd be really nice. Thank you so much, Mr. Kennedy." You spoke, voice as sweet as ever, despite all your stresses in the moment.
"I've told you to call me Leon, sweets." He chuckled. "Wanna stay on the phone til I'm outside?" He asked.
"No, no, I can handle myself while I wait. I'll unlock the door for you."
"Good idea. Don't trip and fall."
"I'll see you in a minute." You giggled at his warning, and he mused a sweet goodbye, the phone line beeping as you cut it off and went to unlocked the door, rushing back to the couch to curl up with your fuzzy blankets.
Five minutes later, Leon was rushing through your front door, soaked and shivering from the cold. He looked like a wet dog. You scrambled to meet him halfway after retrieving a hand towel from the kitchen to dry his hair.
"Gosh, if I had known you wouldn't bring an umbrella, I would've told you to stay home." You frowned, reaching up to ruffle his hair with the towel, droplets soaking into the thick fabric.
"I don't mind a little rain if it means I get some company during a storm." He hummed, a soft rumble from his chest as he took the small towel and set it aside. "Go get comfy and light these, yeah?" He said, handing over a small bag of candles and a lighter. "I would've brought my flashlight, but I forgot to change the damn batteries, and I couldn't find the stupid things in the dark." He chuckled apologetically, stepping back.
Leon finished drying himself off by the door, kicking his shoes off and huffing softly. You lit the candles, settling a few in the kitchen, one big one in the bathroom down the hall, and the rest around the living room to keep it as welcoming and warm as possible to avoid anxiety spikes any more.
"Thank you for coming. I hate storms like this." You spoke quietly, like it felt wrong to speak normally in the dark.
"Anything, anytime, sweets. I know you get anxious with the weather, and the power going out only makes it worse." He finally padded over the meet you at the couch, where you'd already been shuffling the cards on the coffee table.
"I know you know, I just want to make sure you know I appreciate it." You said, looking up at him as he shifted closer and leaned forward, legs spread as his elbow rested on his knees.
"So, what do you wanna play? Duo or solo game?" He asked, watching you bring the cards together and tap the bottom on the table, tapping the back of the card pile.
"Mmh, let's play. I don't want you just sitting here while I play solitaire." You snickered, thinking of how he'd done that the first time he brought over his deck. He liked card games, you learned that quickly.
Over half an hour, you two played a few games, your anxiety easing over the time. You beat him quite a few times, and he definitely let you win the last couple of times. Leon was scooted right at your side, knee brushing yours. Neither of you retracted, tensed, or got bashful like you usually would if you brushed too close. Leon found it cute, always sought more of those soft blushes, giggles, and sometimes long, warm glances if you let yourself stare.
Soon, you realized the preserved heat was no longer clinging around you, so Leon could see you shivering as you shuffled the cards, your hands shaking. He reached out to take the cards. "I'll shuffle. Warm your hands up, yeah?" He set the cards down for a moment, reaching behind you to properly bundle you up with the comforter he had retrieved from your bedroom earlier in the game spree. The excess fabric laid lazily over his lap, as he wasn't as cold, given how warm he constantly was. You were often cold, and even when it was approaching freezing temperatures, he'd often be perfectly fine to just swear one extra layer.
"I'm fine, Leon." You shook your head, tugging the blanket closer. "It's just a little chilly." You looked up, watching him shuffle and deal the cards. "Can we stop for a little? My hands are a little too cold.." you murmured.
He didn't hesitate to agree, leaning back on the couch. "Yeah. Here, gimme your hands." He said, holding his palms out.
"I don't need—" Your cheeks flushed faintly under the candlelight.
"Just gimme your hands, sweets." He insisted, fingers curling in a 'come here' motion.
You obliged, offering your hands. He enclosed his palms around your fingers, his warmth sinking into your skin. Your body ran cold with goosebumps but relaxed within a few moments. It was quiet as he pressed your hands together and engulfed them with his own.
"Is that better?" He hummed quietly.
"Mhmm." You nodded.
"Good. C'mere." Leon gestured you closer. You hesitated.
"I'm not that cold. I don't want to make you uncomfortable." You looked away.
"I'm offering my warmth. If you don't want to, it's okay, obviously." He chuckled, simply accepting that he was able to warm your hands at least. You thought, body already warming at the closeness and his low, smooth tone, his hands so rough yet gentle and kind against yours.
Finally, you shifted and pressed into his side, bringing your legs to lay over his lap beneath the blanket. "This okay?" You asked, looking up at him as your cheek pressed to his chest.
"Yeah, sweets. You comfy?" He asked softly, arm wrapping around you after he tugged the blanket back up around you, ensuring it covered your feet mostly, knowing damn well they were ice cold.
"Mhmm." You nodded again. Leon always found it adorable how you'd just nod and hum, pretty eyes blinking up at him, often a faint smile accompanying.
"Good." He mused, one hand slipping over the blanket to tug you closer by the underside of your thigh, pressing your side in closer so your head could rest in the crook of his neck.
Your head turned to press into where his neck and shoulder met, and he let out a slow exhale as he felt your warm breath against him. It took a minute, given the chill settled deep in your body, but as you warmed up, it became easier to fully relax against him, and Leon noticed how your muscles would ease in small bits. It started with your neck fully relaxing into him, your eyes falling shut. Then your thighs eased, which he felt from over the blanket as he kept his large palm pressing gently over under your thigh to keep you close. Finally, your body was fully limp, completely surrendered to his warmth.
You two sat like that for fifteen minutes before you were interrupted by thunder. It had stopped for a while, but when it bellowed from the sky, your ease was interrupted, given how it sounded almost violent.
"Jesus fucking Christ." You hissed, body tense all over again as you rubbed your eyes and groaned. He laughed faintly.
"It's fine. It's just thunder." He tugged you back in, hand rubbing gently over you hip as he turned more to face you, looking down at you.
"I know. I know. It just startles me when it's quiet for so long, and then the Gods decide to make me almost piss myself." You huffed, and Leon had to stifle a laugh at how bluntly you expressed your jumpy reactions.
"Do you want me to go check the power? See if I can get it to come back on any sooner?" He asked. "Sometimes it'll let you flick the switch earlier than the power returns on its own." He explained, pulling back as his hands fell to your hip and thigh, thumbs soothing gently over the blanket.
"Bring this candle with you. It's the only one with a proper holder." You said, handing him a yellow candlestick with a proper holder.
"I'll be back." He leaned in for a moment, an automatic action that he barely stopped in time before his eyes widened slightly, realizing he'd gotten too comfortable in such a domestic setting. He pulled back, accepting the candlestick and shuffling off toward the garage entrance inside, finding his way to the fuse box.
"Any luck?" You called out, listening to the click of switches. You frowned.
"No luck, sweets. Looks like a powerline might be out this time, not just a regular blackout." He called back as he sighed and returned, closing the garage door behind him. "It might not come back on tonight." He explained, settling back into the couch.
"Fuck, seriously? All night?" You frowned deeper, leaning back into the arm of the couch, curling up with your blanket.
"I can stay if you want. I don't have work tomorrow." He said, arm stretching over the back of the couch as his legs spread automatically, a position that almost always made your mind go to places that you felt shameful about.
"I don't want to keep you holed up here just because I'm scared of the dark at my grown age." You sighed. "You brought me candles, I'll be fine. You can go home." You said, shaking your head.
"Do you want company?" He asked, ignoring your attempts at pushing him away.
"Well, yeah, but if it's all night, I'm fine. I don't want you losing sleep—"
"Do you want company?" He asked again, firm this time.
"I-i do," you finally nodded.
"Are you okay if I stay?" He pressed further, gentler.
"But you need—"
"Listen. I'm not asking about me. I'm asking about you. What you need from me." He scooted closer, finding your hands.
"Leon, I don't need to be pampered like this. I'm an adult." Your cheeks flushed at how well he knew your needs in times like this, embarrassingly touched by his insistence to help you.
"And it doesn't matter how old you are, we all need things. I have my own needs you'd probably laugh at." He admitted.
"Yeah? Like what?" You scoffed.
"When I can't sleep, and I'm worried I'll do something stupid after a mission, I have a friend I'll call. If he's out of town, he'll let me sit on the phone until I feel better. He even stayed on the phone til I woke up one time. And, because I sleep alone, and I miss the feeling of being with someone, I have two long body pillows for both sides of me when I need a physical comfort."
"Really?" You hesitated, blinking up at him. "You? The big macho man neighbor that everyone asks for help?"
"Yes. The old handyman of the block needs a little help sometimes, too."
"You're not that old." You snickered.
"You still call me Mr. Kennedy." He raised a brow.
"Because it's polite!" You insisted, laughing quietly.
"You still haven't answered. Do you want me to stay? Or will it make you uncomfortable?" He asked, softer, less firm than before.
"If you really, really don't mind.." You trailed off, looking to the side.
"I don't mind at all. It's better to have some good company. Bonus points that it's such pretty company." He grinned, reaching out to poke at your side.
You giggled, swatting at his hand. "Flattery will get you nowhere." Your cheeks flushed.
"Aw, but you like it." He pressed in, tugging you closer and bringing you with your back pressing to his side as his fingers poked at your side again.
You squealed, giggling and squirming. "Quit it! You're here for company, not torture!" You snorted, reaching up to push his face away so he couldn't see anything. He playfully bit at your hand, making you drop your hand and smack his arm.
"This isn't torture, I can promise you that much."
"Tickling was literally used as a torture method!" You argued, laughing as you looked up at him, head fallen back on his shoulder since he'd stopped the tickling.
"Eh, you're fine, sweets, just c'mere." He snickered, tugging you in closer and helping you lean upright on him, your back pressing to his chest. "You comfortable like this?" He asked, arms around your waist.
"Mmh.. yeah, comfy." You nodded.
Despite the circumstances of the power being out, weather being bad, etc., Leon found ways to keep you from losing your mind. Your body was almost always at ease with him, and he was with you the same. What you were both clueless to was how badly you wanted each other. Leon couldn't live with himself if he'd made a move on such a sweet girl like you, especially since the age difference was less than socially acceptable. You, on the other hand, were just not as accepting of your physical needs.
It didn't help you that Leon was so kind. Not only to you, but you'd heard from the sweet old lady across the street that he'd walk her dog, and when her grandkids came over, if Leon was around, he'd always offer to help out and lighten her load. Apparently, he was close with the older lady, and you found that so sweet. He was so kind, welcoming, and so unbelievably sexy. A body made of hard earned muscle and strength, definitely had a bit of a tummy that you found attractive, and that goddamn stubble of his, and his body hair that you often didn't have a preference toward, but on Leon, it drove you crazy. You wouldn't dare make a move, but right now, with his arms around you, feeling a little more than just friendly as he had one hand resting just barely above your waistband, your shirt having been worked up when he was tickling you, so you felt his rough palm against your lower belly.
Leon's breathing remained steady, but he could feel yours becoming faster, uneven as his hand rested there. He'd done it on purpose, just to try it out, and he felt you shift your hips closer to him and his grasp. You hoped he hadn't noticed, but you knew he did when his fingers tensed and splayed more firmly over your exposed belly.
"Still comfy?" He asked, voice sounding raspier than before. You swallowed harshly, nodding.
"Mhmm. Still comfy." You confirmed, quiet and slightly embarrassed.
"You sure? You're squirmin' a little, and you don't sound too comfy." He prodded, knowing damn well what the problem might be.
"No, no, 'm comfy." You insisted, breath hitching as he leaned his head down, a chuckle rumbling low in his chest.
"You don't mind it, do you?" He asked, emphasizing his question with a soft press of his palm into your hip.
You shook your head, curling up closer and turning your head to bury it in his arm. "I.. I don't. I don't mind." You admitted quietly. God, you were so cute, and you weren't even aware of it. Leon was literally fighting every sane, moral part of him right now because all he wanted to do was lean in, kiss your neck, curl his arm around your shoulders and let his other hand roam below the sweats that were already dangerously close to showing off your panties.
"Don't hide from me. I like lookin' at you." He murmured, lifting a hand to gently pull your head upward, letting you look up at him, pretty doe eyes all wide and beautiful.
"You don't have to be all sweet like this just because I'm anxious." You looked away again, but didn't hide.
"I'm not being sweet because you're anxious. I'm being sweet because I think you're beautiful and I'm taking advantage of a nice, romantic moment to tell you how pretty you are. Especially under candlelight." He explained, his tone steady and certain.
"You're just saying that 'cause we're cuddling."
"Oh, is this cuddling? I thought I was just warming you up." He snickered. "I don't mind a little cuddling. Hell, being close to you at all is quite a treat." He said, his head craned lower to have his voice right next to your ear, now dropped to a whisper.
"Leon.." you whined, face turned away quickly as he made you blush deeper. The arm over your shoulder lifted higher, his arm curling at the elbow so he could keep your face from turning away any more.
"Do you want me to stop?" He asked, genuinely.
You hesitated. The immediate answer was no, God no, but you couldn't just say that. So you shook your head. He clicked his tongue.
"I'm afraid I'll need words, sweets. You know what this is leading to. And I need to know that you want it." He said, shifting to pull you into his lap, your back still facing him.
You nodded. "I.. I do. I do want this. I don't want you to stop." You leaned back, expressing your consent physically in how your body melted and fit perfectly against his.
"Good. Now that we're on the same page.." he trailed off, leaning down to kiss at your neck. He felt the goosebumps rise and prickle your skin. "You wanna tell me how long you've had a thing for me? Or should I talk first?" He mused, lips grazing your earlobe. You poked at his arm, and he chuckled. He knew it meant the second option he gave. He wanted so badly to hear you, but he wouldn't push yet. "That first time you brought over your muffins as a thank you gift to me for helping you move your bed and dresser into the house. You've been the cutest, most tempting thing ever since." He spoke, breath grazing your skin.
There was a pause as he kissed your neck, pulling your hair aside before both hands dropped, splayed over your hips as his thumbs hooked under your waistband. Your breath hitched, hips twitching with self restraint.
"And I love seeing you in your garden when it's warm. You look so fucking gorgeous in those pretty yellow shorts and your tight shirts, almost always without a bra. You think I don't notice?" He groaned at the memories of seeing you across the fence line in the backyard of your house. It started accidental, Leon stumbling across the sight on the first month of warm weather you had when you were still new to the neighborhood. He didn't mean to look, but when he saw you kneeling to tend to your herbs, checking for any damage or growth, he was stuck on you like glue. Almost memorized your gardening days.
"Leon.." you whined once more, head lifting to look up at him. "Aren't you embarrassed?"
"No, not really. Ashamed? Maybe. It feels so wrong, but I think you're too damn pretty not to at least make a move. And if I'm reading this right, you're not exactly denying the attention, are you?" He mused, hands slipping lower into your sweats before you automatically lifted your hips, allowing him to push your sweats down to your mid-thigh, leaving your pink cotton panties on display for him. "Why don't you start talkin', sweets? Don't you think it's only fair?" He teased, hands spreading your thighs wider.
You shivered, goosebumps prickling your skin once more, body trembling faintly from the cold and nerves. "I-its embarrassing." You whined again, head turning away as you wrapped an arm around his bicep, pulling it closer so you could hide your face.
"What, you need me to help with your nerves?" He feigned disappointment. "Poor girl, so embarrassed just because she's a little needy. You want me to help with that?" He finally brought his right hand down, palming your core through your panties, two fingers pressing at the warmth of your entrance through the thick gusset. You yelped, hips jolting as your legs closed around his hand.
"S-sorry, I just... don't usually t-touch myself. Let alone having someone else do it.." you admitted, clinging tighter to his arm.
"Mmh, she's sensitive, huh? Don't worry, that just makes it better." He kissed at your neck again, this time beginning to suckle light hickeys into the expanse of skin.
You let out a soft moan, lips parting as your hips bucked when his thumb pressed to your clit, causing a tiny gush of arousal to begin pooling in your panties. "Fuck," you whined, watching him spread your thighs wider.
"Kick your pants off, would you? They keep sliding back up." He said, his free hand pushing the band back down. You obeyed, shuffling your way out of the loose sweatpants. "There we go. So good, aren't you? You're being so good for me, I think you've already earned yourself a reward."
Leon hooked two fingers under the gusset, pushing it aside to get a view of your fat, slickening pussy. Your legs tried to close again, but he swatted your newly exposed core, making you squeak. "Wha—why did you do that?" You pouted, looking up at him with a frown. He soothed the faint, barely there sting with a slow rub of his palm over it.
"Keep your legs open. I wanna see you all the way." He demanded, though it didn't feel threatening or mean.
You shifted around, trying to get yourself comfortable to where you'd be able to listen to his demands. He just laughed, kissing at your cheek. You looked up at him, and he took the chance to capture your lips with his, deep and slow.
He used your distraction to slip two fingers between your folds, spreading them wide as he teased your entrance with a third finger in the middle. You whimpered, and he deepened the kiss, finally adding tongue as he inserted a finger. You choked on a moan, and he let you pull away to breathe, panting and huffing as you grabbed at his wrist and looked down, watching him slowly fuck his finger back and forth. The sight of your slick coating his finger was humiliating. You turned away, but your body kept bucking for more, and he gave.
He pressed in another finger, feeling your back arch and your body fight the need to melt into the pleasure. "Just breathe, baby. You can take it." He purred, curling his fingers and letting his thumb come down to circle your clit. You yelped, thighs closing around his hand again. "Open. Don't be shy, sweets."
"'S s-so good," you gasped, thighs trembling around his hand. Just when you were getting into it, melting and humping against his hand, he stopped. "Wh—why?!" You looked up at him, pouty and already so overwhelmed.
"Open your legs. I already told you." He said firmly. You craned your head to bury into his neck, pushing yourself to listen to his repeated demand. Once your legs were open, he started slow again. "Hold them open."
"But—"
"Just hold them open. You can close them around my head all you want once I've got you undone like this first." He said, watching your cheeks flush as you listened, pulling your legs upward, holding them to your chest with your arms linked under your knees, spread wide for his viewing pleasure.
Leon sped up, finding that same eager, damn near mind-numbing pace that he had before he stopped. Your body turned to mush in his lap, and he had to hold you up to keep you from slipping too close to the edge of the couch. His free hand tugged you back to him, your head tucker just beneath his chin, and in order to keep you still and upright with nowhere to hide, his arm hooked under your chin in a mock head lock. You never would've thought you'd be so turned on by a wrestling move. Your body jolted, pleasure doubling just because of the threat that if he wanted to, he could put pressure and constrict your airway, leaving you helpless and mushy at his mercy. You cried out, eyes rolling back.
"Mmh, what's wrong, sweets? You like it? Poor thing, so overwhelmed, and yet you can't get enough." He cooed, a deep chuckle leaving his throat.
"Fuck—" You heaved, gasping as your nails dug into your own thighs, fighting desperately not to close. "Leon, please, j-just—ah!—oh, my god!" Your head fell back, back arching almost violently off of his chest as he applied a sharp, mean pressure to your clit, simultaneous with the stimulation of your g-spot, ensuring you were at the height of what he could offer in this position.
"It's okay, just let it happen. You wanna cum, don't you? Take it, take it, and be as greedy as your pretty pussy wants." He groaned, feeling your core squeeze tighter around his fingers. At the last minute, he slipped a third finger into you, and the burn of the stretch only added to your arousal.
"Leon! Fuck—fuckfuckfuck!" You sobbed. Your orgasm crashed into you quickly, vision bleary and skin hot to the touch. Leon fucked you through it, feeling your pussy gush and pulse around his fingers. You cried, thighs trembling as they finally closed again, your hands flying to grab onto his arms, head tilting down to bite at his bicep. Small, broken moans and cries left you as you came down, fully undone and spent in his arms.
Once your teeth stopped biting down, he pulled his arms away, fingers leaving you empty and cold. You shook. Part of you expected to be left now that he'd gotten a taste, but you were beyond pleased when he turned you around in his lap, cleaning his fingers with his tongue before he met you in a slow, softer kiss, lips fitting together nicely despite the quiver in yours.
"You did so good, baby. You took it so well. Now," he kissed down your jaw, stopping at your ear. "I wanna get a proper feel of you. Think I can do that, sweets?" He asked sweetly, so effortlessly convincing with his gravely voice that he made sound so sugary sweet when he'd call you cute little pet names, and just like that, your pussy was already fucking throbbing again, awaiting his touch. You nodded.
"Please," you breathed. "I need it. Need you, Leon." You shifted, thighs still shaky as you straddled his lap properly, pressing your already satisfied and reawakened cunt against his hard-on. It was like a switch had been turned back on in a matter of seconds.
"Yeah? You've been waiting for this, haven't you?" He purred, his hips pressing upward into yours with a low groan. "Fuck, such a pretty thing." He leaned his head forward to dip lower at your collarbone that he revealed with a tug against your t-shirt. His hands slipped under your shirt, sliding all the way up to gently cup your breasts, eliciting a low sound of satisfaction. He felt the lace of the fabric, his hands squeezing gently around your breasts.
"You're wearing lace?" He huffed, kissing back up to your neck as he nipped lightly. "Fuck, I gotta see, can I see it, sweets?" He asked, pecking at your lips eagerly.
"Ah.. yeah, 'course.." You huffed lightly, leaning back with a giggle as he followed, trying to follow your lips and keep you from pulling away. The only thing that stopped him was you lifting your shirt over your head, fully revealing your pink lacey bra that had a tiny bow at the bottom of the valley between your breasts. It matched your panties that had a similar bow at the center of the waistband. Leon was stuck like a deer in headlights. He couldn't figure out where to look, where to touch.
"Oh, God is good." He breathed, half jokingly, as he grabbed you by the waist and laid you on the couch, climbing on top as he went straight to find your breasts with his mouth, his hands tugging gently on the fabric to fully expose the body beneath. He didn't hesitate to take a nipple into his mouth, listening to you squeak and feeling you squirm. He pressed between your thighs, his hands dropping to undo his belt and push his jeans down, letting you get a better feel of his cock through the thin layer of fabric.
"Oh," you breathed, the sound melting into a low moan. "Leon, please." Your hips bucked up, pressing into him, making sure he felt the warmth against him.
"Relax. Just gimme.. gimme a second." He laughed quietly against your chest, kissing his way to your other breast as he pushed your legs wider and ground against you, eliciting a soft whimper as his tip notched against your puffy clit.
"Leon!" You whined, growing more insistent as you reached out to grab lightly at his shoulders, pulling him in closer.
"God, you're so needy." He looked up at you, finally pulling away. He lifted his hips and pushed his boxers down, letting his cock spring free, landing to lay against your folds. "You want it bad, don't you? You wanna tell me how bad?" He encouraged, a nearly perverted grin on his face as he grabbed his cock, sliding the tip back and forth along your wetness before he found himself smacking his tip against your clit, watching you jolt with each one.
"F-fuck!" You gasped, nails digging into his shoulders as your head lifted to look down, thighs trying to close around him. He held one thigh open, the other stopped by his body in the way. "Please, I want it s-so bad. I've waited so long, fuckin' dreamt of it." You admitted, the dirty words slipping out much easier under the promise of him finally giving in.
"Mmh, now I feel a lot less perverse. You had dreams about this? Me fucking you into your couch til you're begging?" He smacked the tip of his cock against your entrance, and he felt you clench around nothing. You nodded rapidly, thighs trembling.
"Yes, fuck, yes. I really.. really need you." You looked up at him, eyes still bleary as you panted lightly from your breath holding periodically.
"God, you're so cute. So fucking gorgeous when you beg and whine." He breathed, finally surrendering as his cock slipped in with no warning, sliding in much easier thanks to his added arousal and prep. You whimpered, lips quivering as you practically shrank, hands dropping and clutching onto the couch cushion beneath you.
Leon groaned, eyes squeezing shut as his nose scrunched with restraint. He tried desperately not to go crazy immediately, trying to remember that he had no clue whether you were experienced like this or not. He knew you weren't a virgin, but the specifics were unknown to him. Slowly, he pulled his hips back, eyelids fluttering with an eye roll as his head lulled back. You melted, walls fluttering around him. He exhaled heavily, a moan lingering in his throat as he pushed back in, finally beginning to actually thrust.
"Fuck—please, f-faster," you whined, thighs trying to wrap around his waist. He grabbed your thighs, pushing them open and up to where your knees pressed up toward your chest, practically folded like a pretzel. You choked on a moan as he pushed deeper, finding spots you weren't even aware of inside of you.
"This better? You like—mmngh—you like getting fucked by your neighbor in the middle of the night? Bet you've fucked yourself with me in mind with the way you're reacting."
Shameless, mind clouded with pleasure, you nodded desperately, lips parted with heavy pants and loud moans leaving you as his thrusts sped up and got meaner, his short nails digging into the skin of your thighs, leaving blunt cresent shaped marks.
Leon found it harder to taunt and talk dirty, his own grunts and moans making it complicated to form proper sentences without interruptions. He resorted to occasional praise, filling in the silence with sweet words between grunts, telling you how perfect you are, how good you feel, how badly he wants to fuck you til neither of you can move or speak. Of course, that would have to wait, and he was more than satisfied for the time being.
You cried, eyes rolling back as your hands lifted to pull him down, begging incoherently for him to hold onto you and not stop because if he stopped, you would most definitely start crying for real purely out of frustration. His body stayed low to yours, hips moving at a pace as fast as he could, tip kissing your cervix with every deep, mean thrust. You whined, hips rolling desperately for a little more. His head dipped, taking your nipple into his mouth as he muttered something you couldn't make out.
Since his hands were busy, you took it upon yourself to reach between your bodies, trembling hand finding your clit, a cry pulled from your throat as you rubbed your clit in quick, firm back and forth motions. Leon groaned, suckling harshly around the hardened nub, biting lightly before you yelped, and he switched sides. He felt himself approaching his own climax, but he refused to finish first. He doubled his efforts, hissing with restraint.
"Fuck, come on, sweets, give it to me. 'M not gonna last much longer in your pretty pussy," his eyes rolled back as he panted against your breasts, his hips faltering momentarily before he snapped back into it.
Without much more warning, only a squeal and a mewl, your walls gushed around him, and he was beyond satisfied to see a ring of white had formed around the base of his cock, a lewd sight that was only made more lewd as he bottomed out roughly, a groan melting into a gasp and a moan that he tried desperately not to let sound like a whimper or a whine. His cum spilled into you, and you gave a small squeak at the sensation, eyes squeezing shut as he ground his hips lazily, tip pressing firm to your cervix.
Once you both came down, Leon pushed himself upward, still above you as he pulled out carefully, a shudder falling from both of you. He sat back on his haunches, sighing as he helped your thighs ease back down, massaging your hips as you whined from the discomfort of the position he'd had you in now leaving you with a small ache that you already felt would be worse by morning. Leon watched, shameless, as his load spilled out of you, your hole twitching at the sensation. You finally moved to close your legs, embarrassed by his heated gaze.
He didn't stop you this time, just pulled you into his grasp, kissing the crook of your neck and all the way up to your lips. "You're an absolute dream." He murmured softly, and you gave a small, bashful giggle as you melted into him, sniffling faintly as you shook in his hold.
"Mmh, 's cold." You complained. He chuckled, rising to stand up as he held you close, your legs wrapping around his waist.
"Why don't we go get you wiped down and we can just lay down? I can bring the candles to your room so it's not too dark." He suggested, already moving toward the bathroom, following the dim candlelight before you were gently placed on the counter. He reached for a clean rag, getting it wet to carefully wipe down the mess between your thighs before he did himself. Once cleaned up, he wrapped his arms around you and lifted, bringing you to the bedroom. "Stay here, just for a second." He muttered, kissing your forehead before he left the room.
Only a minute or two later, he returned with one candle, just for the bedside table, and the comforter. He placed the candle down and crawled into bed with you, tucking the comforter around you as snug as possible.
"Leon?" You muttered quietly, turning to face him. "You'll stay for breakfast, right?"
"Why wouldn't I? I didn't come here with this in mind, but even if it hadn't happened, I was still planning on at least ordering breakfast if the power was still out." He leaned in to kiss your lips, letting you melt into him to ease your doubts.
"Thank you." You whispered quietly, deepening the kiss and pressing your bare chest to his.
"Hey, hey, don't start another round you can't finish, sweets." He chuckled, gently pulling away with a smirk.
"Who said I couldn't finish it?" You grinned, curling closer to him.
Spoiler alert—there was multiple rounds, and the power wasn't back in the morning.
Thinking about 𝓢oldier 𝓑oy making you cum so hard until you end up crying into his sheets, completely wrecked and sobbing out for him to slow down, just for him to pin your hands down against the mattress and call you a “fuckin’ crybaby” as he continues to brutally pound your insides. All because it turns him on so fucking much to have a stupid brainless girl, who can’t fight against him or his viciously deep thrusts, crying on his cock again after all these years.
Thinking about 𝓢oldier 𝓑oy making you cum so hard until you end up crying into his sheets, completely wrecked and sobbing out for him to slow down, just for him to pin your hands down against the mattress and call you a “fuckin’ crybaby” as he continues to brutally pound your insides. All because it turns him on so fucking much to have a stupid brainless girl, who can’t fight against him or his viciously deep thrusts, crying on his cock again after all these years.
───〃★ yes, the pizza is aggressive | geum seong-je x f! reader
You prank your loving boyfriend on Valentines Day.
Warnings: Language, death threats
Word Count: 854
Note: P.4 of internet girl is almost done guys I promise also ignore how it's two whole days after valentines day
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"Yeah, I'm here. Don't cream your pants." Seong-je steps into your home with a bag full of chocolate and a small bouquet of flowers.
He didn't bother to put it in anything cute, like a basket, but you enjoyed what he got you. He got you three boxes of Ferrero Rocher, two bags of Lindor in your favorite flavors, and your favorite snack. Seong-je didn't believe in buying those corny heart-shaped boxes of chocolate. Not only were they incredibly expensive for what? Six pieces of chocolate? But it gave off "bare minimum" vibes, so he picked out the chocolate he knew you liked.
You had gotten him stuff as well, obviously. Last year, you gave him a bouquet of flowers as a joke, and he almost slapped the shit out of you. This year, you played it safe and bought him his favorite snacks and drinks since he isn't a big fan of chocolate.
You lie in your bed, scrolling on your phone whilst Seong-je sits in front of your TV, hunched over, playing a game on your console. You assumed he thought, since he did the great favor of buying out the chocolate section of the corner store, you didn't need anymore attention that night.
He's been playing Fortnite for three hours.
You were hoping for something else, but he's obviously preoccupied. You stumbled upon a funny prank video a girl pulled on her boyfriend, and you thought it was incredibly genius.
"You're fucking trash." Seong-je curses into the air, "Kill yourself."
Seong-je continues to massacre people with a kill count of thirty-eight under your default gamertag "SlidBiscuit34720".
You smile to yourself, turning off your phone and holding it up to your ear.
"Hello?" You try not to laugh in fear of ruining the joke. "Can I get a large extra pepperoni pizza?"
His female avatar pauses, and he takes your headset halfway off, turning towards you.
"What?"
You stare at him, forcing a frown. "Extra pepperoni."
He sits up, taking the headset completely off.
"I thought we were getting ramyeon."
You ignore him, holding up your hand to stop your smile from spreading. "Yes, extra large."
Seong-je increasingly started to get irritated.
"You said we'd get ramyeon after my game. Are you eating that too, Fatass?"
"Yes," you whisper, not breaking eye contact. "the pizza is in the room."
"What the fuck are you talking about?" He looks around, confused. "Then get sausage too."
You back into the wall beside your bed. "Yes, the pizza is aggressive!"
Seong-je stared at you quietly, squinting his eyes. "What the fuck are you talking about?? Who the hell are you talking to?"
You nod seriously, screaming as he gets closer. Seong-je's jaw dropped as he stared at you in disbelief. "Yes, the sausage hits hard."
Seong-je reaches to grab your phone, but you dodge.
"Bring extra cheese! Hurry, Pizza Hut!"
He snatches your phone, revealing the black screen. He clenches his jaw and tosses your phone on the bed.
"You're actually stupid. Why're you being annoying?"
You finally let out a mix of a scream and a laugh, rolling on your back.
"Why would you even say that? 'The pizza is aggressive'? The hell does that even mean?"
"You've been ignoring me for three hours." You defend.
He shrugs. "Well, you didn't say anything."
You give him a look. "Well, would you have gotten off if I did?"
"Probably not."
You huff and lie back down, then go back to scrolling on your phone until he sits on your bed. He moves to sit against your wall, pulling you up against him. Seong-je closes his eyes, resting his chin on the top of your head.
"Happy?"
You smile and hug the arm that was wrapped around your chest, feeling his steady heartbeat against your back. You hum in response.
"You don't gotta do crazy stuff to get my attention, y'know that, right?" he reassures, rubbing your skin absentmindedly.
"If I did, then I wouldn't have called Pizza Hut on you."
"I'm more concerned you tried to order Pizza Hut of all places than calling the police on me. That shit is all grease and a bag of toenail clippings."
You squeeze out a cheeky chuckle as his grip on you becomes tighter. Seong-je tackles you on the bed, causing you to scream and let out high-pitched giggles. He tickles you, filling your eyes with tears.
Neither of you got what you wanted that night, but Seong-je did lie by your side, watching all the TikToks you scroll past and narrating shady things. At some point, he was boxing you in the face without actually letting the hits connect. You eventually told him to cut it out, and he listened, playing a game on his phone and falling asleep. You tried to be cute and move his hair out of his face, kissing his forehead, but he jolted up and was incredibly irritated that you woke him.
Dating Seong-je isn't exactly easy, and you knew that. You knew of his past and his involvement in the union, but that didn't make you love him any less.
