✠ Anubussy
↳ sorry, i don't want your touch
↳↳ it's not that i don't want you
➶ threequel to aphrotitty
➶ pairing: OC x Leon S(exy) Kennedy.
➶ genre: fluff, more angst, gore, longer smut/suggestive themes
➶ Overall word count: not as much as it should be
✠Playlist -
NOTE:
✠ = time skip
✠✠ = switching povs/characters
CONTENT WARNINGS:
☢ - gore/zombie stuff/mentions of blood/guns/you get the gist-
♰ - smut/just filth
AN: even lesser than the previous fic but this one is basically tying up loose ends!! more crucial content, lesser wc typa shit. but i made it up with even longer smut!! filled w edging! <3
✠ CHAPTERS
I. a man without love (1.1k)
II. airplane mode (2k)
III. make a lot of money and feel dead inside (3.9)
IV. ugh here we go again (5.7k)
V. even a worm will turn (3.9k)
VI. august seven years ago (2.8k)
VII. remember the day it all went to hell? (3.3k)
VIII. damn nivans (2.7k)
IX. her pink cotton candy (2.1k)
X. his red sunset clouds (2.5)
XI. hey it's bane's dad- OW. BITCH. (2.1k)
↳ don't blame me, your love made me crazy (4.2k)
XII. venus (6.1k)
↳ saturn - BACKSTREET'S BACK, ALRIGHT (4.5k)
XIII. into the lion's den (5.3k)
↳ 제발 제발 제발 제발 ♰ (14k)
↳↳ taking the risk ♰ (3k)
my Noah said congrats on our friendship anniversary 😂💓
who knew drama would bring us together even closer <33 our first msg together was planning an RE6 night! 🥹 (which led to a lot of events afterwards)
i remember when you immediately bought re6 so we could play, only to struggle sm bc of RE6! leon followed by accidentally killing each other so many times HAHAHHA
cause I’ve been working a lot and am tired, could I request a sugar daddy Leon blurb (personally I haven’t read any smut for him in a min), I’d super appreciate it 💓
Ily
wrote this on phone so excuse EVERYTHING ilyt. will fix the format when I wake up.
fucking in the pool
mutual masturbation
"Rough day at work, babe?"
"Ugh, yeah. My back is killing me."
"Well, I got just the thing for it."
"What's that?"
if only you knew what he was implying. A hot bath was usually the remedy for a bad day. A hot bath with him behind you and a hand between your legs was something else.
"fuck, Leon... mmh..."
"Shh, don't tire yourself out," Leon cooed into your ear, one hand caressing your inner thigh and the other quite busy lazily stroking your bundle of nerves, "Just relax."
He was only using two fingers; his middle and his index. Your head fell back to the space between his shoulder and chest with a breathy whine, earning a chuckle from him. His chest rumbled with his warmwarm sound, making your hands grip his thighs next to you.
It had been soso long since you've had some private time with none other than your sugar lover. With him being busy with work, you rarely saw him. Your job paid well but at what cost?
So, when you received a notification from your bank account about a huge sum being transferred to you, that was when you knew Leon was back home. And before you could call him, your phone lit up with his contact.
One conversation led to another and now you're in his luxurious bathroom in the black marbled self-heating tub. The glass doors had long steamed up and your whole body was hot.
Leon let out a hummed sound, enjoying toying with your clit in steady strokes as he pressed a kiss or two on the nape of your neck. Trailing them up to your cheek, Leon sped up the pace just a little.
The sudden pleasure jolted you, pushing a moan out of you. Had you been in bed or someplace that wasn't soaked in water, you'd hear the audible noise of your wetwet cunt.
"Let me take care of you," Leon muttered with a hazy smile, "Let me make you cum again and again so you can never have to worry about going to work tomorrow. I'm here to handle the money, you just have to enjoy it, isn't that right, sexy?"
You whimpered out, chest heaving as your hips started rocking on their own, trying to have his fingers in you, "Leon-hah,"
"Yes, baby?" Leon answered, feeling your hand leave his thigh to trail to his and you guided him up to your bosom, making him feel your perky buds.
"Need you, so bad," You begged, opening up your puppy eyes to gaze pleadingly at him, "Mmh-missed you,"
Leon grinned, azures heavy with lust before he kissed you, tongue already exploring every nook and cranny in your mouth. His large hand grasped your boob, having your nipple in between his thumb and index before pinching and massaging it, your loud whines coming out muffled by the lip lock.
His hand left your clit to grab your other free hand, guiding you to your sensitive spot and he had you rub your own self. He parted from your lips for a moment, staring darkly into your eyes.
"Play with yourself just like this," Leon ordered, his hand on top of yours over your aching clit, "And I'll have you cum on my fingers, and then,"
Your jaw dropped open at the penetration of his two long middle and ring finger, slowly going deepdeep into your cunt.
Leon smirked at your reaction before whispering hoarsely, "I'll fuck this pussy with my cock till you're cumming all over me."
Suddenly, you were vaguely aware of his heavy dick pressing into your lower back.
"F-shit, Leon!" You squealed at how deep and quick he was fucking your cunt with only his two fingers.
"Don't stop touching yourself, baby," Leon warned breathlessly into your ear, "Keep rubbing your clit for me."
You had no choice but to follow his order and it ripped a loud cry out of you, desperately stroking your little pearl in small circles. His fingers went deep and deep with each thrust that you really thought even you would never be able to finger-fuck yourself like he does.
His other hand roughed up on your hardened nipple, giving the other the same treatment by squeezing your bud in the space between his index and middle finger. Your free hand reached up to his, back arching into his hand as your sounds were getting louder and louder.
"I can feel you close, baby," Leon panted, "Can't wait to be in this sweet pussy of yours, ah~" his words ended in a moan, grunting as his hips visibly started grinding against your back for some friction, "Fuck, baby, I'd cum by just hearing your moans, mmh~"
Your words and begs came out incoherent and airy, feeling the knot tightening hard. Your chest heaved as you writhed, pathetically moaning with tears stinging the corner of your squeezed-shut eyes.
Leon kissed you hard, swallowing your moans as they merged with his at the feeling of your walls clasping tight around his digits. Your hand stilled on your clit, shooting out to grab onto something but you only found the condensation on the glass door. it was cool beneath your hot touches.
"That's it," Leon encouraged against your lips, fucking you deeper as he violated that spongy spot in you and his palm rubbed hard against that sensitive spot on your clit, "Let yourself go, sexy. Cum on my fingers."
Like a huge waterfall, your orgasm hit you hard that sent you gushing. Leon tugged you close when your body convulsed, keeping up his harsh thrusts that had you squealing and gasping. your legs shook and tried to clam shut at the oversensitivity but his ankles went over yours, preventing you from even attempting it.
"Fuck, AH! Le-on! Shit, oh god!!" You yelped, unable to handle how he was prolonging your orgasm.
His teeth sunk into your neck for the umpteenth hickey and that threw you further over the edge, forcing a loudloud moan of his name to the closed walls around you. His fingers fucking finally slowed down to slip out, slowly rubbing your visibly pumping clit to ease you down.
"There, there," Leon purred into your jawline, pressing a kiss there, "I've got you."
His thumb gingerly caressed your sore nipple, feeling your pounding heart right behind your ribs. Your whole body felt fatigued but you knew the night was far from over.
"I don't... think..." You breathed heavily, lolling your head to his side to look at him through half-lidded eyes, "I have energy in me for another round,"
Leon snickered at that, bumping your nose with his as he released your clit to rub your tremor-filled thigh, "That's alright with me, baby -- I'm happy to take the lead."
You weren't just lucky to have a sugar daddy who'd be willing to rock your world and body.
but you were also lucky tomorrow was your day off.
Your giggle came out soft as you nodded, "Good, because I plan on being a pillow princess after this,"
Leon chuckled, both his hands trailing down to your waist as he pressed a deep but brief kiss on your lips.
going through super old stuff on this acc made me realize just how much fun i was having writing silly lil fics and having a fun and whimsical time,,
</3
maybe there will be a day where i'll come back to writing as much as i used to without remembering a certain drama that happened and ruined how vendetta! Leon looks to me
never get involved in drama, girlies - this fan shit is never that serious. you never need other ppl's validation THAT BAD. love yourself.
ppl on twt have really lost the plot. you play nearly 10 hours or so of RE9 only to get stuck on a GLIMPSEE of leon's ring/wedding ring.
what does it matter if he is married,,? or if he's not??
does it affect the gameplay? does it ruin the franchise?
i dont see the point of these "fan wars",, it doesnt matter whether he married claire or ada,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, at the end of the day, is he alive and kickin? then yay! more leon gaming!
yk, if the day do comes that i finish anubussy, i will be posting a quick bullet point summary of all the main/important bits of the story bc im sure that the readers who'd wanna finish reading it have forgotten some of it all bc my ass decided to fall in love and drop leon like Andy did to Woody in toy story
i do have literally 50% of the last chapter left then anubussy's done,, it's just im obsessed w spending time w my bf <3
Summary: First shopping trip! Gotta dress to impress at a party for a former politician.
Disclaimer: Sexual tension, mentions of sex. Slightly smutty bits.
Pairing: RE9! Sugar Daddy! Leon Kennedy x Female OC (Ivy De Loughlin)
Ivy
Ivy
“A MASQUERADE?” Ivy asks as she sips her raspberry latte, “Seriously, like... what do I wear?”
Leon chuckles, “Well, a mask, for starters.”
Breakfast so far between them has been quiet, but the tension is still present - Ivy can’t help but imagine just if she let his hand slide higher, she had never let anyone else touch her that way, but maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if it were Leon. She was used to the way Roslyn described clumsy encounters; sex was a hot topic amongst her sisters, because what do most eighteen to twenty-somethings do the moment they’re away from home? Explore.
Ivy hadn’t had time, and with Leon in front of her, she wondered if she’d be able to experience what she couldn’t understand before.
“So.. about earlier when we got in...” She says, swallowing thickly, “I know we’ve talked about it being I draw the map, and you follow, but I, I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable.”
Leon sets the mug down, he sighs, and she watches as he rolls his bottom lip between his teeth, “It’s not making me uncomfortable, just, I don’t want you to feel like you have to. Ivy, you’re young, you don’t have to sleep with me if you don’t want to or feel like you have to. This, this arrangement? I’m just spoiling you because I don’t have anyone else, and you should enjoy some fun.”
“Well,” She says, looking down at her half-empty plate, “I wanted you to... touch me more, in the car, but you said you’re trying to be a gentleman, so I just assumed I was making you uncomfortable.”
“Oh baby, no,” He says softly, grabbing her hand across the table and forcing her to look up, “If you want this, I want you to crave it. You deserve more than just a quick fuck in the backseat. If you want rose petals, I’ll spread ‘em on my bed before I toss you in it. If you don’t, I’ll make sure it’s at least memorable. But in the meantime, enjoy the company and... maybe I want to see what makes you tick.”
Her brain practically fizzles at the way he’s looking at her, eyes darkened with desire and something else, something that twists her stomach into knots, but she makes no inclination to want to run away. Instead, she leans forward, “Could you at least... show me some of the things I’m missing out on?”
“Whatever you want,” He rephrases, “It’s yours. Just let’s try not to skip ahead to the main event.”
She bit her lip and pulled her hand back as she tried to find something else to talk about other than imagining what those hands were capable of, “Okay, um, masquerade, what do I wear?”
“I’m gonna take you to Caroline Herrera over at the City Center,” He says, nonchalantly, “Made you an appointment and everything.”
“Bold of you to assume I don’t have plans,” She says, sipping her latte, “or class.”
He shrugs, “You can skip, it won’t kill you, besides - I don’t go shopping or have taken anyone else out like this, I’m gonna have fun with this.”
“Where else are we going?” She asks, hesitant.
Leon smirks, “Caroline Herrera, Louboutin, and we also have to pick out our masks.”
Fizzling out, she tried to process it, “Okay, um, thank you - and what about you? Don’t we need to get something other than a mask for you?”
“Don’t worry about me, sweetheart,” He says, winking, “I got an outfit, today’s all about you.”
---
Ivy kicked her foot up in the air as she tried on the third pair of strappy Louboutin shoes. She made sure not to kick too high, but simply to admire - she had never worn shoes so expensive; the closest she had were a pair of Jimmy Choos that her mother had buried deep in her closet, which she had gotten from Goodwill for less than ten bucks. She looks up at Leon, “I like this one.”
“Try walking,” He says, “Don’t want you to complain if your feet hurt.”
“Sir, yes, sir,” She says as she gets off the bench, walking around the sales floor. She kept her head up and tried to seem more confident; she had to after all, if she was going to go through with this - she wants to be an actress, sure, and tomorrow she had to play more than just the stupid college girl, “I think we should get these.”
“Is that what you want, sweetheart?”
She nods and he signals for the consultant. She takes off the shoes and goes to get her other shoes back on, “I’ve only dreamed of owning a pair of these.”
“And now you have them.”
She looks over, smiling a little, “Thank you a ton.”
”Always.”
After shoes, next was the dress, and Ivy had never set foot into a place so…exclusive. Caroline Herrera was quiet except for two of the consultants. One of them, a shorter woman, smiles, “Mr. Kennedy?”
Ivy blinked. Had he brought other girls here before?
“Yes, and this is Ivy,” He says, gesturing to her with his hand, “We have a masquerade tomorrow at the Ronald Regan, help us out?”
What happened next had her in a whirlwind; those movie montages had nothing when compared to the reality of it. Ivy had tried on a few gowns, given a few twirls, and wasn’t exactly feeling herself in any of them. As she shimmied into the next one, it was nearly floor length with golden branches reaching from the hem to the left side of her body.
“Leon?” She asked, “Um, can you… zip me up?”
He pulls back the curtain, the mirror in front of her reflecting the two of them. His face was in awe, and the look made her blush, “What?”
”Nothing, you’re just staring so intensely.” She says, giggling.
He’s pulled her to his chest now, smirking a little as he moves a hand to the slit in her dress as he zips her up, “I’m admiring, you’re such a beautiful woman - do you know that?”
”Now you’re just teasing,” She says, meeting his intense gaze in the reflection.
“Am I?” He says as his hand slides under her dress, she reaches to grip his wrist, guiding his hand between her legs, “Brave, hm?”
She inhaled sharply, “Please?”
“Please, what?” He leans in close to the shell of her ear, “Hm? Use your words.”
She hesitated, she wouldn’t do this, she’d never beg like this, but the way Leon looked at her, the way his body crowded hers - she wanted to just know what heaven felt like and right now, she’d settle for his fingers.
“I think it’s funny,” he teases, “that my sweet girl is begging me to finger her and I haven’t even gotten to kiss her yet, what’s gotten into you, Ivy?”
She turns to face him, “I-I just want to know what it’s like to be touched… by you. The way your hand felt on my thigh… made my heart skip and…”
He cuts her off with a kiss before going to pin her against the left-hand wall of the fitting room, hiking up her dress to her hips to expose the dainty pink panties underneath. The kiss was searing and everything Ivy hoped it would be, the taste of mint and coffee. She clutched at his jacket as she sought more of his mouth, not paying attention to the hand wandering between her legs.
“So needy,” he says against her lips, “but tell me, do you want this truly or to pay me back?”
She stares up at him wide-eyed, “I want it, honestly.”
“Want what?” He asks, he teases her through the gusset of her panties, two fingers moving up and down the slit before finding her clit through the fabric, “Come on, sweet girl, tell me what you want and it’s yours.”
“Your fingers… touching me.”
“But they are touching you.”
She huffs, “In me, want to feel your fingers in me, please, please Leon.”
He pulls her panties down till they’re around her ankles, and he drops to his knees in front of her to get her to hold her dress up. She flushed pink at the sight of him kneeling like this, and was this too fast? Sure. But she led, and he followed.
He kisses both of her thighs before gently spreading her legs wider. He wet his lips before looking up at her, “You’re so wet, Ivy, god - the things I would love to do to you.”
“L-like what?” She asks, trembling under his gaze, but she wasn’t scared, more or less anxious for him to show her all the things that she was missing out on. She reached down and threaded her fingers through his hair; it was so soft, and he looked up at her with tired eyes -
Then he brought her closer to his mouth, and she inhaled sharply as he spread her folds with his fingers - he closed his lips around the little pearl and immediately, Ivy shook under his touch. She whimpers, covering her mouth with her hand, not to alert the consultants outside as he devours her. She had never once imagined that this would feel so good.
Her hips buck against his face, he pins her to the wall by her hip to keep her still, he pulls back, lips slick with her all over them, “You taste so fucking good, Ivy.”
She pants, “I-I have a taste?”
“Mhm,” He says before rising to his feet to kiss her, her head dizzy, and she thought for a brief second that was it, that’s all he was going to do, but his fingers slide inside her while she was distracted and she gasps, and he couldn’t help but chuckle, “Shhh... gonna make you come on my fingers, alright? Promise, I’ll make you feel good if you let me. Trust me, sweet girl?”
She nods before mumbling, “...I trust you.”
He fucks her with his fingers, two curled inside her with his thumb against her clit. She clutches the leather of his jacket, her breath mingling with his as she couldn’t stop staring up at him. Her hips roll against his hand, and she could feel it, this tingling throughout her body - chasing after it, he kisses her again.
“You close?”
She nods, “T-Think so, oh my - fuck,” he curls his finger to find just that spot inside her that forced her to bite down on her lip to keep from screaming, “Leon, t-they probably hear us.”
“They don’t give a fuck, promise,” Leon assures her, “Come for me, baby girl, come on. You can do it. Wanna see it, pretty please.”
She unravels, white-hot and nearly in tears - crumbling against him as the knot in her lower belly finally comes undone. She shook against him; he withdrew his fingers from her quivering pussy. Lowering the dress, he chuckles, “We’re getting this one.”
Leon steps out, presumably to wash his hands, leaving Ivy alone in the fitting room with shaky legs and an almost disbelief that any of that happened. She quickly gets re-dressed and gets the dress back on its hanger, making sure it is smoothed out.
Once she leaves the fitting room, one of the consultants takes the dress from her to bag it up, as Leon had already paid for it. He goes to put an arm around her as she makes her way to his side. He kisses the top of her head, “You okay?”
“Mhm,” she says, leaning against him, “Could go for something sweet though.”
He chuckles as he thanks the consultant for the dress, “Whatever you want, it’s yours.”
---
She shoved a spoonful of raspberry gelato into her mouth, something to cool her nerves as Leon dug his spoon into her bowl. She licks off the spoon before speaking, “I think... I trust you enough to touch me that way, I think that’s why it’s just... easy. Because I’ve been talking to you through a chat room for weeks and meeting you, it’s got me thinking of all the things I’ve been missing out on, and I don’t think I could trust anyone else like you.”
“And I’m honored for that,” he says, “but we’re no strings, and if you change your mind...”
“I’m not,” she says, “I trust you more than I trust an SAE boy. Regardless, Leon, I trust you, and I’m not saying I want you to take me home, but just, I wouldn’t be opposed to more things like that.”
He smirks, chuckling, “I’m not gonna say no if you ask me to go down on you, but noted. And I thank you for trusting me with your body.”
“I promise I’m not trying to make this weird,” she says, chuckling.
“I know.” He says, “Regardless, so tomorrow, I’ll pick you up at seven.”
Silence fell between them both for maybe another minute or so before she goes, “So, first outing together, kinda?”
Summary: First date, kind of nervous about how this is going to go when it's a pseudoromantic companionship.
Pairing: Sugar Daddy! RE9! Leon Kennedy x Female OC (Ivy De Loughlin)
Disclaimer: none! pure fluff, bet you're surprised because I am too. But there are mentions of sex, but more or less discussing boundaries! Sike I lied after posting this. There's some angst. but also with the mentions of sex, virginity talk! boundary establishing and leon being a chill guy
dedicated to my bestie who had to read my rapid yapping, @ashiemochi <3
Ivy
IVY SMOOTHED THE WRINKLES OF HER ROOMMATE’S DRESS AT LEAST ten times over as she stood in front of one of the nicest restaurants in the D.C. Metro. Black Salt, a seafood restaurant, she inhaled sharply. She felt so out of place amongst the crowd. Her dress, which didn’t even belong to her, was a soft olive green, and her shoes were black kitten heels. Turn back, turn back right now, screams the voice in her head, There are better ways - put in for more hours at the cafe, just anything but this. Instead, she walks toward the door of the restaurant, as she was about to open it, her phone started ringing with the tone assigned to none other, her roommate, Roslyn Langford.
Roslyn, DC native, all well-rounded and good-intentioned - signed Ivy up for this mess. Ivy had come home late from her shift in the dining hall to find her snooping through her socials for the best picture Ivy had of herself. She was furious and was about to delete the damn profile when she got a pop-up message.
And now, here she was, meeting a stranger from the internet - her parents would be rolling in their graves.
Ivy grabs her phone from her clutch, “Hello?”
“Hey girl, just checking on you,” Roslyn says, chewing loudly through the phone, “Made it in one piece?”
“Yeah, about to walk in,” She says, stepping to the side to let a couple pass, “We have each other on Find My Friends, you know I made it, so what are you really wanting to know?”
“Have you seen him yet? Lonnie or something?”
She rolls her eyes, “His name’s Leon, and no, he’s probably inside - which I need to get in there, I’ll call you later.”
“Alright, let me know if you’re not coming home!” She says, “Good luck!”
Red crept up her spine and made it to her face. Ivy shook her head and went inside the restaurant, already feeling rude for keeping this guy waiting an extra two minutes for her. The atmosphere screamed you need the money to afford to breathe this air, judging by the nice suits, dresses, and just overall everyone around her wearing something she could only ever dream of affording. She was an imposter, blending in just to meet a sugar daddy -
Now, she wasn’t completely against the idea! Just never thought it for her, she had sorority sisters during chapter talk about such things; one sister sold pictures of her feet to an adoring mass of strangers so she could afford dues as well as anything else she pleased. Another sister, well, Ivy never really wanted to know so much about one’s OnlyFans, but there was no shame. Ivy just never thought herself bold enough to try, but Roslyn apparently thought this was better than working all over campus for pennies.
Scrolling through the site after meeting Leon, it overwhelmed her, all these men and even some older women - all knew exactly what to look for, girls that were far prettier and more confident than Ivy could ever be, which was funny, because she was a natural actress. Except for matters like this, would he want to take her home after this? Was she even prepared for that? She should’ve taken that everything shower, why didn’t she?
Right, work.
Sighing to herself, she looked around the room, shyly tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear as she tried to focus. Now what did he look like again? Graying brown hair swept over on the left, stubble, and some laugh lines around his lips, which were full and had a slight pout. She finally sees him more or less toward the back on the left-hand side of the room. She looked behind her as she realized why -
He could see the door from there.
Politely passing the servers, weaving through the tables, she musters up a smile, “Leon, right? I’m Ivy, it’s nice to meet you!”
She outstretched her hand, Leon’s lip quirked into a smirk as he took her hand and Ivy was taken aback by how soft his hands were. Everything about him seemed rugged, not in the way she thought - she pulls back her hand. She had never had dinner with someone who wore a whole two-piece suit - any boy that’s ever taken her out, simple jeans and a button-up because it wasn’t like she was going to be taken anywhere fancy -
Not like she minded, but this? She was sure it’d spoil her.
“Nice to meet you, too,” Leon says gruffly. He gets up and god, he’s taller than her, he excuses himself to move behind and pull her chair out for her. She stiffens -
“Oh, thank you,” She says, quickly sitting down, setting her clutch to the side as Leon sits back in his own chair, “I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone do that for me.”
“Really?” Leon says, a brow raised, “It’s common decency.”
She shrugs, “I think boys my age would disagree with that.”
He chuckles, “I’m glad you came, I got nervous you wouldn’t show.”
“Ouch,” She says, sitting straight, “How come?”
“I...” Leon hesitates to say, before shrugging his shoulders, “I didn’t think we’d get to this point.”
“Oh,” She says, flushed pink, “Right, um... I’m not sure how these arrangements work either and I heavily doubt it’s like I have to sign an NDA or anything.”
Leon smirks. He leans onto the table, “Yeah, uh, so really - I want to go about this in a way that you’re comfortable with,” He looks in her eyes, “So, you draw the map, I follow it.”
“Oh, okay,” she says, leaning back in her chair, “I’ve... from my understanding it’s a companionship, just with no strings. I think that’s a good start.”
“No strings, can do that,” He says, “Do you want... gifts?”
“Gifts would be nice,” She shrugs, “um, what sounds reasonable for an allowance?”
He chuckles, “Your call.”
“I don’t wanna trouble you too much,” she says, the server coming by to take a drink order - all she asks for is a glass of water, “You said you work a busy job, don’t want you to have to take on more just to take care of me.”
“Well, if we’re doing this, then I gotta anyhow,” Leon says, shrugging, “Don’t worry about money, focus on you, Ivy - what do you think is reasonable?”
She thought for a moment - her dues, at least $100 per month, and an extra to live in the sorority house. Numbers bouncing off the walls in her head, she sighed before answering, “Um, 500.”
Leon chuckles and shakes his head, “How about, if you want to be my sugar baby, I can do $1,500 every two weeks.”
“1,500?” She repeats, as if unclear the first time, “Okay, uh, that’s a lot.”
“Getting cold feet?”
She shakes her head, the server comes back with her water - she thanks the man before sipping to calm her nerves. She looks down at the table, “I don’t think I’m worth that much.”
“Ivy,” He says, his voice soft, she looks up to meet his gaze, “This is new for both of us - from what you’ve told me, you’ve been through the wringer and then some. You are worth every cent, that is, if you’re sure you want this. You can leave if you want; it’s up to you.”
“Why did you sign up exactly?”
Leon sighs, running a hand over his jaw, “Honestly, I got sent the link as a joke by an old friend. She worries because I don’t see anyone, I have all this money, and because, well, I’m not exactly a young guy - sweetheart - I just turned fifty-one, and well, no kids - never had a wife. Been a bachelor all my life. So, I signed up on a whim, and trust me, I got overwhelmed. Seeing all these profiles of people who had extravagant ideas that I didn’t think I could live up to.”
“So what made you choose me?”
He pulls out his phone and pulls up her profile. The picture was that of one taken on the boardwalk back home in Los Angeles. “This is why.”
“You’re smooth,” Ivy says, her lips quipped into a small smile as she takes a sip of her drink, “So, how do you want this to work?”
“I don’t ask for much,” Leon says, putting his phone away, “Just, now and again, if I call, come over. You’re welcome to do whatever, just be around. Sometimes my job comes with a few perks - I have to attend some black-tie events. Unfortunately, some former presidents like to have me around.”
Her eyes went wide, “Former presidents? That’s so cool.”
“Eh, it’s all publicity for them,” Leon says dismissively as he takes a drink himself, the amber liquid burning his throat, “but I’d like to have someone there with me. Don’t worry about the particulars, I can handle those for you.”
The server comes by again, and they order their meals - she looks around before looking back at Leon, “You’d handle the particulars?”
“Mhm,” Leon says, “Whatever you want, consider it done.”
She weighed it in her head - that tiny angel on her shoulder screamed that she didn’t have to sell herself, that there were more honest ways to get out of the hole she was in.
In the last year, she’d been drowning in late payments, whether from the hospital or from the funeral home. The end was coming, she knew it, but she wasn’t prepared for the fallout; she wasn’t prepared to handle all of it - the funny thing about death, it definitely showed who she could really rely on in the world, and there was hardly a soul.
Her kid brother, Jeremy, was living with their aunt, who tried to help as much as she could with the expenses, but she herself, struggling as much as the rest of them, and maybe this little arrangement would be helpful to dig out of the whole her parents dug for her. Ivy bit the inside of her cheek as the more burning question lingered on her mind, “So... the companionship.”
“Yeah?”
“I’m not the most... experienced,” She says, her cheeks warm and red, crawling up her neck to her cheeks, “To be quite honest, and with all of this - there are a million things that I could ask, but mostly, how do you want to go about this if we’re no strings.”
“You can call me, text me just like you would anyone else,” He says, sipping his whiskey, “We don’t have to have sex if you don’t want to, hell, don’t dance around it - if it happens, it happens, if it doesn’t - then it doesn’t. But all I want is just someone around, that’s it. All I want out of this for you is to be happy, no weirdness to it. But, if sex does happen, know I’m clean and haven’t been with anyone in the last four months.”
She raises a brow, “Do you get tested a lot?”
“Mmm, every once in a while,” He says, setting his glass down, “But obviously, we’d have protection. Now, for you?”
The question she dreaded the most, she could lie, sure, but if it happened, there’d be no dancing around the obvious. She sighs, “Going to sound super embarrassing, but never. Actually.”
He pauses, “Never? Like...”
“Mhm,” She nods as she goes to sip her water, setting it back down, “Yep, twenty-three and still... a virgin. It’s embarrassing, I know.”
He shakes his head, “No, god, no - I just, are you sure that you’d want it to be me? If it happens?”
“Too early to say,” she says, “I mean, I’m not in any rush, obviously, but that’s what sort of scared me about this sorta thing. So many girls and guys are experienced on that site; everything I know about sex other than from just health class is through Tumblr and Wattpad. Obviously, I can separate the two, but... I could’ve lied, but I definitely wouldn’t be able to explain my way out of that.”
“Then it’s off the table for now,” Leon says, “Don’t think that I’m just in it for that, genuinely, Ivy - I can repeat i,t and I have - I’m in this just to have someone around and want you to be happy.”
He was comforting, most guys she’d be brave enough to share that detail with - either went one or two ways, tried to claim some masculine pride by being her first if she were some animal. Then others were turned off by it.
She let out a sigh of relief, “Okay, awesome, so moving on, uh... we covered the basics, I think.”
“Good to know you’re keeping track,” Leon says, flashing her a grin. He signals for another whiskey, “So, if we want to get into this too, know you’re free to explore an actual romantic relationship. Don’t want you tired down to me or to feel that way.”
She nods, “Okay, and I assume you’ll still be seeing other people?”
“Mhm,” He says, “Is that okay?”
“Yeah, I mean,” She shrugs her shoulders, “These things aren’t supposed to be permanent, right?”
“Right.”
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After dinner, she followed him as he left the restaurant, and he stuck close by her. She shivers, the night air turning cold, and he slips off the jacket he was wearing and sets it over her shoulders. The garment dwarfing her, she slips it on properly. She could smell mint and spice; it made her head spin. He leads her to a sleek black Porsche. It looked fresh off the line, or maybe she just wasn’t in the right places to see such a car. He goes to the passenger side and opens it up for her, “You getting in?”
“Depends,” She says, smirking a little, “Am I going home?”
He chuckles, “I was actually thinking dessert, you like gelato?” She nods, and he grins, “Good, I know a great place at the Waterfront.”
Helping her into the passenger seat, he waits for her to get settled before shutting the door. As he walks around, her phone buzzes with a text from Roslyn -
roz: you alive?
ivy: yeah! leaving the restaurant now, he’s taking me to the waterfront for gelato. but should be home after that.
roz: wHY ARE YOU COMING HOME!? WHY NOT STAY THE NIGHT!?
ivy: i’ll see you later and we’ll debrief.
“Everything alright?” Leon asks her
She nods, “Yeah, just my roommate is just checking in, that’s all.”
The drive was quiet, save for the rock playing at an eight on the radio. Ivy could get used to this - nights like this with him, he glances over at her, “What’s on your mind?”
“Hm? Nothing, actually,” She says, “I’m having a really good time.”
He grins, “Good, thought I was rusty with this stuff, honestly.” She chuckles, and he then asks, “So, where are we thinking if this is gonna go ahead or not?”
“Well, it’s definitely leaning toward yes,” She says, glancing over at him, “That I wanna go ahead and be your sugar baby.”
“Serious?”
She shrugs, looking ahead at the road now, “I mean, you’re being patient with all of this, and if you need a friend, I can be that.”
“Good.” When they arrive at the Georgetown Waterfront, he cuts the engine, “Because I might’ve gotten you something.”
She blinked, “Oh, but I...”
“It’s more of a... thanks for agreeing,” He says as he opens up the console between them to pull out a bright red box. Her eyes went wide. “I’m not perfect. I did have to ask for help with this.”
He hands it to her, she takes the box into her hands, and the gold Cartier is staring her right in the face. She opens it to a simple rose gold pendant with a little diamond. She was taken aback, “Leon, it’s... beautiful. Thank you.”
“Thank you,” He says, cracking a small smile, “Now, um, if you’re sure about this - know that my job is intense, and if you ever feel you’re in danger, there’s a small panic button on the back of the pendant. It’s set up to my phone, I’ll get an alert.”
She looks up at him, “I’m sure about this.”
They get out of the car, and he walks around the back of the car as he takes the box, delicately pulling it as she goes to lift her hair. He clasps the necklace around her neck; nerves run through her as his hands brush against her skin.
Her fingers brush against the diamond once he gets it on, “Friends wouldn’t be how I describe this, so just a companion.”
“Whatever you need, I’m your girl.”
His laugh was warm, butterflies bloomed through her chest as he spoke, “You’re my girl for as long as you want to be.”
As they walked toward the gelato shop, she linked her arm through his - she could get used to this, and there was something in the way that he said that - that she couldn’t get over. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad, dates and fun versus working herself to the bone trying to get out of the hole she’s in. He seemed to genuinely care; there aren’t too many men that she confided her secret in that didn’t immediately make it weird, no, Leon was different.
Maybe guys her age were vastly overrated, or maybe Leon was in a league of his own.
Throughout the night, they walked around the Waterfront after sharing a cup of strawberry gelato. She clings to him, would it be so soon? No, not really. His jacket still draped over her shoulders as he asks, “So, why’d your friend sign you up?”
She looks up at him, pausing for a second, “My parents... we got into an accident over the summer, I was in the backseat, it’s still all very... fragmented but, they spent a lot of time in the ICU to where insurance wasn’t able to cover... well, my mom always said weddings and funerals bring the worst out in people. My aunt, Holly, lives back in California - she tried, but it’s a lot. I’ve been dealing with the fallout. I knew they weren’t going to wake up, so I had to... well,” she pulled to wipe her tears threatening to spill, “hospitals are costly, so I was paying for my own stay as well as my parents. Trying to get help, I’ve looked into everything, but I just don’t know. I’ve wished over and over for someone to just help me.”
His gaze softens as he goes to pull her close, one arm wrapped around her, “After I drop you off tonight, send me the info, and I’ll take care of it.”
“Leon...”
“It’s part of the agreement,” Leon says, rubbing her arm, “Newly added. You should enjoy your allowance, let me take care of the burden - it’s the least I can do since you’re giving this old bastard your time.”
No room for argument, she sighed, “Okay, thank you - I just, it’s been hell trying to dig myself out.”
“You’re way too young to be drowning this badly,” Leon says as they continue walking together, “starting to think I should thank your roommate for signing you up.”
She chuckles, “Last thing she needs is knowing that she was right.”
Ivy never felt so seen in the presence of another. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad - she was always the one taking care of everyone, and now, there was someone who wanted to take care of her.
