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[atlntiic]

❛ Babysitting ❜ ─── ✦

Leon S. Kennedy x Fem!reader

Summary:: Your dad asks his most loyal friend to look out for you on a Friday night, but being the little brat you are, Leon decides to teach you a lesson.

CW:  18+, mdni!, smut, oral sex (m receiving), vaginal fingering, p in v, degrading, swearing, age gap, dad's friend!leon, and squirt.

3.3k words

a/n I tried.

“I really don’t see why it’s such a big deal to be alone for one night,” you say, crossing your arms and glaring at your dad with annoyance in your voice.

It’s Friday night. Your dad has plans to have dinner with his new girlfriend, and you thought it would be the perfect opportunity to sneak out and party with your friends.

But, of course, the man standing in front of you knows you too well. As punishment, he’s decided to call a backup, his friend, to babysit you for the night.

“I know you’re up to something,” your dad says, putting on his coat as he gets ready to leave. “Leon will be here soon, so behave.” Shooting you a harsh look.

“What?! Leon? Why him?” you blurt out, your voice rising in to protest.

your dad raises an eyebrow, “Because I trust him to keep an eye on you. And don’t start with the attitude. I’ve already had enough of that this week,” he replies firmly, adjusting his coat and looking in the mirror.

You flop onto the couch, arms crossed tightly. You couldn’t stand Leon. He was awkward, bossy, and way too strict about rules. He acted like he was in charge of everything and always treated you like you didn’t have a brain, making teasing comments every time he was around and making you sound like a child.

And the worst part? That one time he caught you kissing a guy and immediately told your dad. You still hadn’t forgiven him for embarrassing you like that.

You disliked him—no, you hated him. Every time with him felt like a war for you, never missing an opportunity to snap back at him, making sure he understood just how much you’d rather jump off a cliff than spend even a single second in his presence.

The sound of the front door closing snaps you back to reality. Great. Leon was on his way, and your night was officially ruined.

You groan in frustration and sigh heavily.

After your dad left, you paced around the room, running your hands through your hair, messing it up as you tried to think of a plan. There had to be a way to get out of this situation.

Escaping was impossible. With Leon around, he’d notice you were gone in a blink, and you weren’t in the mood for another lecture or punishment from your dad.

So...what could you do?

The doorbell rings, snapping you out of your thoughts. You pause for a moment, sighing before walking toward the door. Taking a deep breath, you grip the handle and pull it open.

Leon’s tall figure fills the doorway, and your eyes, for a moment, trail over him. He’s wearing grey sweatpants and a tight black compression shirt that clings to his big chest and arms, making his biceps look even bigger than you remembered.

Not that you ever noticed his big figure so often...right?

Your eyes finally meet his. His sharp blue eyes are already fixed on you, filled with annoyance. “Took you long enough,” he says, his tone serious.

You roll your eyes at him, feeling the irritation rising up from his stupid comment. Not even thirty seconds in, and he’s already managed to get under your skin. Guess that’s a special talent of his.

“Sorry, old hag,” you shoot back, your voice full of sarcasm.

He laughs, a low sound, and a smirk forms at the corner of his lips. “Eighteen-year-old girls don’t usually need babysitters. Guess you’re a special case.”

Your cheeks flush with heat. Embarrassment surges through you as you turn away, quickly walking back to the living room and leaving him standing at the door.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid Leon,” you think to yourself, mentally kicking yourself for letting him get to you so easily. He closes the door behind him and follows you, setting his things down on the table.

You turn to him again as he settles onto the couch. You clear your throat before speaking, “Why did you even agree to this shit?"

Leon didn’t seem like the type to do favors like this—babysitting? Really?

He doesn’t respond right away, pausing as if considering his words. Finally, he shrugs. “Your father asked me to. I couldn’t say no.”

You raise an eyebrow, clearly not satisfied with the answer. “Why not? You could’ve easily said no.”

“Yeah,” he says, pausing for a moment before adding, “I owed him, so to clear the debt, I’m taking care of you.”

He turns his eyes to you, looking you up and down

You scoff, “I don’t need you to take care of me, Kennedy. I'm big enough already.” You cross your arms tightly over your chest, the movement making your boobs shift slightly.

His eyes fell on them for a split second, the silence thick between you. After a moment, his lips curl into a slight smirk. “Well, that’s not what your daddy thinks,” he says, voice low and a little too smug. “And honestly, I agree with him.”

You scoff, raising an eyebrow at him. “You can’t agree with him—you don’t even know me.”

“Let’s be honest—you’re irresponsible. It’s your fault your dad doesn’t trust you,” Leon shoots back, his tone sharp. “And I’ve been around long enough to see it.”

You rolled your eyes and without another word, you turn and storm upstairs to your room, footsteps heavy and quick. He’s impossible to deal with, and the anger surges in you.

You hear his chuckle echo behind you. It’s the kind of laugh that only makes you want to scream, but you bite your tongue, holding yourself.

You slam the door behind you, leaning against it for a moment to catch your breath. Taking a deep breath to calm your nerves, you walk toward your bed, grabbing the towel that had been resting there. A shower might help calm your nerves down.

As you start to undress, the cold air hits your skin, sending a chill through your body, but you don’t mind. You pause in front of the mirror for a moment, your reflection staring back at you with eyes full of frustration. 

With a sigh, you step into the shower, letting the hot water run over you, the steam filling the room and helping you calm down, even if just a little.

As you wash yourself, your mind starts to trace ideas on how to get Kennedy to leave. But nothing really sticks, he’s too stubborn, too... present.

You turn off the shower, step out, grab the towel and begin drying yourself off, your mind still working through different ways to get rid of him. Maybe if you’re annoying enough, he gets frustrated and leaves, provoking him sounds like a good idea right now, especially since you'll get a bit of pleasure doing so.

You slip into an oversized shirt and panties. As you brush your hair, the sound of your stomach growling interrupts your thoughts. You pause for a second, hunger hitting you. Attending to your stomach needs, you make your way downstairs to the kitchen.

As you pass the living room, you spot Leon’s head over the back of the couch, his attention fixed on the TV as he sprawls lazily. You roll your eyes, ignoring him as you continue on your way to the kitchen.

Opening the fridge, you scan the shelves, looking for something to quiet the growl in your stomach.

The fridge was practically empty—just milk, eggs, and a few random items that wouldn’t make a proper meal. You stared at the shelves in disappointment, your stomach growling in protest.

Suddenly, you hear his voice behind you, making you jump. “Hungry?”

You jump and hit your head on the fridge door, letting out a small hiss and rubbing the spot on your forehead.

"What does it look like?” you snap, closing the fridge door and moving to the shelves to see if there’s anything worth it, only finding a ceral box. You grabbed whithout hesitation.

You hear him sigh from behind you. “Choose something. I’ll order it,” he says, clearly getting a little annoyed.

"Anything?" You asked, taking a spoon, but it fell from your hand under the counter. You curse in your mind as you bend down to take it.

Leon's response took a long moment as he watched you "Mhm."

You get up from the floor and turn to face him, a sly smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. “Can I order... fucking leave my house?” The words come out sharp.

He raises an eyebrow, surprised by your tone. “You’ve got a pretty nasty attitude,” he observes, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Yeah, so what?” you scoff.

He pauses for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly as he takes you in. Then, he simply says..."I might have to make you gag on my dick to clean it off."

Your whole body freezes, eyes widening in shock as your breath catches in your throat. “Y-you?!” The words die in your mouth, your mind racing to process what’s happening.

Before you can react, he approaches you quickly, his figure crowding over yours until your back hits the counter, trapping you in place.

His eyes lock onto yours with sharpness. “I’m tired of your little shits, this fucking brat attitude of yours every time,” he says, his voice low. With a quick motion, his hand moves to cup your face roughly, his grip hard, making you yelp.

"You need to learn your place and how to behave," he growls, his fingers digging into your cheeks as he forcefully grips your face. With his other hand, he grabs hold of your ass, letting a small gasp from you as he pulls you closer to him. His nose lightly brushed against yours, teasing you, feeling his warm breath against your lips, and then he kissed you hard, catching you off guard.

Kissing you with hunger, his hand running over your body as he tightens his grip and pulls you closer, feeling his whole body, eyes fluttering shut, you wrap your arms around his neck. A small groan escapes his lips, letting out a mumbling between the kiss, “Fucking slut.” sending shivers down your spine and making you let out a soft moan in response. 

A sudden wetness forms down your panties, a wave of need washing over you. Without warning, Leon lifts you up and carries you across the room, placing you on the couch before crawling over you.

With a devilish smirk, his hand slides down to your clothed pussy causing you to let out a yelp as he teasingly rubs at the wet spot sending shivers down your spine

A deep chuckle echoes from him, and with a mocking tone, "Wet already?" He teases, a smirk playing on his lips as he observes your flushed cheeks.

"Shut up." You hiss at him, the embarrassment creeping you.

He presses his thumb against your clit, rubbing with more pressure as a punishment from your snarky response, pushing another moan from your lips.

“Say it again,” he growls daring you.

As you opened your mouth, ready to shoot back at him, he cuts you off by rubbing your clit faster. 

You shut your eyes, biting your lip to keep the moans from escaping your lips not wanting to give him the satisfaction of hearing you.

Without any warning, he yanks your panties off, throwing them behind his shoulders somewhere on the floor. He spreads your legs apart, exposing your wet pussy to him. His finger slides through your dripping folds, causing you to twitch under the touch.

"Look at this," He holds his finger up to you, with your juices all over it in front of your face, and you feel a flush spread across your cheeks. He was taking pleasure in exposing how easily he made you wet.

"You're such a needy little slut," he whispers to you as he sucks on his finger, savouring your taste. His eyes close, and he lets out a quiet moan, feeling the sweet taste spreading to his mouth.

You whimper at the sight, driving you wild, craving for more of his touch. He turns you over onto your stomach, causing your back to arch, making your ass stick up in the air. His finger slides through your wetness, slipping between your folds and entering you.

A loud moan escapes your lips as you feel his finger moving in and out of you with a fierce speed. You try to squirm away from it but he keeps you still. He quickens his pace, adding yet another finger while using his thumb to rub your swollen clit.

“Don’t-ngh- like that” You cried out, as your body twisted with pleasure.

Leon's hand lands with a loud smack on your ass, leaving a red mark. You let out a cry of both pain and pleasure, squeezing your eyes shut to hold back a tear. “Shut the fuck up and take it. Aren't you the big girl you claim to be?" He snaps at you, mocking your “big girl” posture from a while ago.

As his fingers continue to thrust inside you, your juices begin to drip, and a tight coil starts to form in your stomach, causing your walls to clench around his fingers.

“Shit- Leon!” You cry out his name, “I’m gonna-” As you are about to come, he stops.

Your eyes fly open, whining, looking back at him, confused about why he stopped, before you can say anything, he smacks your ass, causing you to hiss at the pain, “Little nasty girls like you don't get to cum.'' He says sharply.

"What?! Why-" You try to argue, but before you can finish your sentence, Leon gets up from the couch and stands in front of you and pulling his cock free from his pants. 

You exhale sharply in surprise at his size, you didn't expect it to be so.. large, so ..thick. Being honest with yourself, you had imagined it would be small based on his personality and how much you disliked him. But this? How could it possibly fit inside you?

You opened your lips to say something to him, but he just plopped his cock right into your mouth and grabbing your hair. 

“Mmmm..Le-” You tried to back away, but he didn’t care, pushing your head down, forcing you to take him in your mouth and beginning to thrust in and out. Your saliva starts dripping down on his length.

He fucks your throat, his eyes fixed on you as you choke and gag around him. He groans in pleasure, admiring how swollen your lips are becoming as he trusts your mouth without mercy.

You groan as his cock reaches the back of your throat, "You're so much more enjoyable when you like this," he murmurs. You glance up and meet his gaze as he continues, “Not talking at all.”

Your expression turns angry, and he chuckles at you.

You use your tongue to swirl over his cock, sucking it as you move your head up and down, causing him to tilt his head back and release soft groans.

With one final thrust, he removes his cock from your mouth and playfully taps it against your lips.

You lean back on the couch as he reaches for your tights, pulling you closer to him. His tip slides through your slick folds, teasing your sensitive clit., “‘s too big Leon.." you whimper, unsure if it will even fit inside of you, “I don't-”.

He roughly thrusts into you without warning, a loud moan fell out, your eyes squeezing shut as the mixture of pain and pleasure wash over you, clenching around him tightly. He lets out a curse under his breath as he feels the tightness of your walls. "Fuck-, you're so tight," he hisses through gritted teeth.

He didn’t start slow, oh no, no, no, totally the opposite of that. Instead, he roughly thrusts himself inside of you, not even giving you time to adjust yourself.

Pulling your thighs apart to go even deeper, hips rolling with a high-speed, you couldn't help but let out loud moans, eyes rolling back in pleasure each time he hit that special spot inside of you.

“Leon, Leon, Leon..!” As you moan out his name, juices dripping down your inner tight, and Leon lets out a groan in response. He grabs your shirt with one hand, pulling it up to expose your breasts.

He hums as he grasps one of them harder, pinching your nipples and giving them the attention they deserve.

"Open your mouth," he commands, and you do it without hesitation.

He slides his fingers inside and orders you to suck on them, making sure they are wet with your spit before sliding them down to your clit. The pressure and pleasure become too intense for you to handle, and your body starts trembling as a wave of electricity runs through you. Your walls clench harder than before, and a tight coil forms in your stomach once again, more intense this time.

"Please," you beg him, meeting his eyes with pleading ones.

"Please what?" he asks with a smirk, knowing exactly what you want but wanting to play with you.

"I want to cum, Leon…please," you whine, but he stops his movements, thrusting into you slower as you cry out in frustration.

"I don't know…you don't deserve it." His hips continue to move slowly, torturing you once again. You grasp onto his arms desperately.

"Are you going to behave from now on?" he asks sternly. You nod your head in agreement, desperate for release. In response, he increases his speed slightly while continuing to rub your clit.

“Stop with the attitude?”

"Oh God, yes! Anything, just please…" You couldn't take it anymore. Satisfied with your answer, he goes back to thrusting roughly and fast, hitting perfectly your G-spot.

He leans against you, kissing your lips. "I wonder what your dad would think of this," he teases, mocking your messy self. "Seeing his little princess being fucked like the slut she is."

You whimper and shake your head. He plants soft kisses on your neck before leaning back to admire how your pussy swallows his cock completely, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. "This pretty pussy of yours," he grunts as he thrusts into you.

Your body trembles and drool escapes from your mouth as your cunt clenches at the intense sensation, an unfamiliar feeling washing over you.

"W-wha-?" Your eyes roll back as you squirt all over him, the liquid dripping and spreading everywhere.

Leon lets out a low moan, his cock twitch inside you as your orgasm tightens around him. Your cunt clenches, milking him for every last drop of hot cum.

You bite your lip to stifle your moans as he pulls out, seeing his thick seed dribbling down from you.

Your eyes meet his, and your mind clears as you take in the moment. He reaches out and touches your cheek, caressing and planting a gentle kiss there. "Good girl."

“So, how was last night?” your dad asks casually, setting a plate of breakfast in front of you. You hesitate, your fork hovering over the eggs. The memories of the night flash through your mind, making your cheeks heat up slightly.

When you don’t respond, your dad turns his attention to Leon, who’s sitting across from you at the table. He’d stayed over since your dad didn’t get back until morning.

“Did she behave, Leon?” your dad asks with a curious smile.

Leon leans back in his chair, calm as ever, his blue eyes hovering over you. “Oh, yeah,” he says smoothly. “She behaved quite well. Didn’t you?”

Your face flushes instantly, the blush spreading across your cheeks as you quickly avert your gaze. You can only nod, avoiding his sly smirk

Your dad laughs, clearly interpreting the situation as innocent. “Well, I might have to call you more often, then.”

Leon chuckles, his tone soft but carrying a teasing hint. “ I'll be glad to help.”

[atlntiic]

❛ lollipop ❜ ─── ✦

Leon S. Kennedy x Fem!reader.

Summary:: she say she love my lolly, she wanna make it pop, she say she love my lolly, she wanna kiss the top, she say she love my lolly, she love my lollipop.

CW: 18+, mdni!, smut, oral sex (m receiving), praising, c in mouth.

2.7k words

a/n: wish I could lick his lollipop too :( (first post, kinda nervous y'all)

You sat at your desk, surrounded by mess. Paperwork was everywhere, your computer screen with classified files you didn’t have the energy to deal with. On your left was a cup of coffee to keep you awake, and on your right? Lollipops. You couldn’t survive without them.

Grabbing a fresh one, you unwrapped it and popped it into your mouth. Strawberry, your favourite. The sweet flavour coming right into your mouth was truly a masterpiece, and you were definitely an addicted freak.

The police department was a disaster tonight. Fridays weren't always busy, but this one tonight was worse. You stared at the clock-18:15. The reports weren’t finished, and they had to be done by midnight. There was no way you’d get through everything in time.

You leaned back in your chair, staring at the ceiling for a moment, hoping for some kind of miracle. Your fingers ached from hours of typing and highlighting papers. Exhausted from everything.

You take a moment to glance around the office. It’s quiet, with only a few people still here. Some are finishing up their work, and others are packing their things, laughing as they mention their plans: parties, drinks, or just heading home to relax.

You pout, biting the inside of your cheek. You had plans tonight, too. You and your friends had been hyped to check out that new bar everyone had been bragging about. You’d seen the posts, the good music, great drinks, and an atmosphere so fun it made people forget the week they’d just had. You wanted to be there, to feel that energy, have fun for once.

and maybe find someone to go home with.

But here you were, stuck at your desk. The reality hurt more than you wanted to admit. You knew you couldn’t say no when your boss handed you this pile of work. Losing your job wasn’t an option, and there wasn’t anyone else willing to take it on. So you stayed silent, gave a nod, and accepted it.

You tried to shove the sad thoughts out of your mind, focusing on the work in front of you. The click of your keyboard was your only companion, and the strawberry sweetness lingering in your mouth was your attempt to keep the anxiety in control. You sucked hard on the lollipop as if that would somehow make everything feel better.

As you typed faster, trying to get ahead of the looming deadline, your hand instinctively reached for another lollipop. The last one was already gone, and the familiar craving hit you. At least it wasn’t drugs, you thought with a dry chuckle. Small victories. You guess.

"That's a lot of work."

The sudden low voice from behind made you freeze. Your head shot up, startled, as you turned around slowly.

Leon S. Kennedy.

Your eyes locked with his. He was standing behind you, looking down with an intensity that made your breath catch for a moment. There was something in his expression, concern, maybe, behind his usual composed look.

Leon wasn’t one of the office workers. His job was out there, on patrols, dangerous assignments, Yet, despite that, he always seemed to find his way to you when he was here.

You’d known each other for about a year now, ever since you transferred to this department. He wasn’t much of a talker, not with most people. But with you? He’d always managed to strike up a conversation.

You smiled at him, a little embarrassed. "Yeah, lucky me, I guess," you said with a nervous chuckle.

Leon didn’t respond right away, just gave a small nod, his expression thoughtful.

"It's Friday, though," he said after a pause, his voice curious. "Shouldn't you be out partying with your friends?"

He wasn’t wrong. That had been the plan. But here you were, stuck at your desk.

You sighed, shrugging lightly. "There wasn’t anyone else willing to take this on, so the boss handed it to me," you explained, your voice full of awkwardness. You scratched the back of your neck, feeling the embarrassment.

As you spoke, you pulled the lollipop from your mouth, giving it a quick lick before popping it back in. A habit you didn't even notice you do.

Leon’s eyes followed your movements, and for a brief second, you caught his jaw clench, he quickly cleared his throat, breaking the moment.

"That's pretty sad," Leon said in a low tone, his gaze lingering a moment too long on the lollipop pressed to your lips.

You blinked, caught off guard by the intensity of his stare, and quickly shifted the focus. "What about you? Shouldn’t you be out doing the same? Partying or something?" you asked, genuinely curious. Leon rarely talked about his life outside of work, and you realized you didn’t know much about what he did in his free time.

He chuckled softly, the sound deep "Not really my style. I prefer staying home."

You nodded, somehow not surprised. He definitely gave off the quiet, stay-in kind of vibe. Before you could stop yourself, the words rolled right out of your mouth.

"With your girlfriend?"

The moment the question left your lips, you froze. Your eyes widened as you processed what you’d just said, and the heat rushed to your face. 

Leon raised an eyebrow, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. You felt like a tomato under his gaze, the embarrassment burning you. You turned your head away quickly, stumbling over your words as you tried to apologise.

"I-I didn’t mean—"

But before you could finish, he answered.

"I don’t have a girlfriend," he said calmly. Then, after a pause, he added, "Yet."

You swallowed hard, your throat suddenly dry. "Oh," was all you managed to get out, your voice barely a whisper.

Silence lingered in the air, you kept sucking on your lollipop, the sweet taste doing little to calm the heat still lingering in your cheeks. Leon didn’t say a word, his gaze fixed as he seemed to think over something.

Then, without warning, he grabbed a random chair and pulled it up beside you.

The action caught you completely off guard. You blinked at him, unsure of what he was doing.

"I’ll help you," he said simply, reaching for a pile of papers on your desk and a highlighter, leaving no room for argument.

"Leon, that’s not necessary. I can—" you began, your voice unsure as you tried to wave him off.

But he cut you off smoothly. "It’s fine. You won’t finish all this on your own." He paused, giving you a slight reassuring smile. "Besides, I actually enjoy this kind of stuff."

You nodded silently. If he really wanted to help and even enjoyed this kind of thing, then it wasn’t so bad to let him.

The two of you got to work, setting a peace. From time to time, you’d ask him questions about things you didn’t quite understand, and he’d answer with that calm, patient tone of his. You popped another lollipop into your mouth along the way, the sweet distraction helping to keep your focus.

Leon seemed focused, too, on you, sometimes more than the work. You didn’t notice the way his eyes would linger on your lips when you weren’t looking, and you guessed he’d definitely picked up on your lollipop obsession.

The clock read 23:43. Almost midnight.

The office was completely empty now. Just you and Leon, with most of the lights turned off, leaving the light of your desk lamp as the only illumination.

You pulled your lollipop from your mouth, realizing it was finished again. Without thinking, you reached out to grab another one, your hand automatically moving to the little box at the edge of your desk.

But your hand came up empty.

Your eyes shot toward the box, and your heart sank. It was empty.

A deep sigh escaped your lips, followed by a soft groan. "No way," you mumbled, staring at the empty box like it had personally betrayed you.

Leon’s gaze shifted toward you, noticing the empty box and the look of frustration on your face. A soft chuckle escaped him.

You turned to him with a pout, not finding the situation funny.

"You’re really addicted to those things," he said, pointing out the obvious with a teasing smirk.

You gave him a sad, defeated look, your lips forming a slight pout. "Yeah," you admitted softly, almost like you were confessing a crime.

"I need to go buy more," you murmured, rubbing your eyes tiredly. "If I don’t, I won’t be able to focus, and finish all this work." Your exhaustion was clear, and it made your words sound even more desperate.

Leon didn’t say anything right away, but you could feel his eyes on you, watching you closely. His gaze focused on the way you bit your lip in frustration, and his expression shifted slightly as if lost in thought.

"What flavor is it?" he asked suddenly, breaking the silence.

You blinked at him, caught off guard by the question. "Strawberry," you replied.

Leon blinked a few times, his expression unreadable. "Let me taste," he said simply, his tone low and steady.

You tilted your head to the side, confusion in your eyes. There were no lollipops left, so how exactly was he planning to "taste" it? The thought didn’t connect, leaving you completely clueless as to what he meant.

Before you could ask, Leon leaned closer. His hand reached out, cupping your face with gentleness. His thumb stroked your cheek softly, and your eyes widened in shock. The warmth of his touch sent a jolt through you, leaving your breath caught in your throat.

"Leon...?" you managed to whisper, unsure of what he was doing.

He didn’t answer, his gaze fixed entirely on your lips. His fingers applied a bit more pressure, tilting your face up slightly. Your lips instinctively pressed into a soft pout under his touch, and his eyes darkened as he stared, his own lips parting slightly.

"You keep sucking on it," he murmured, his voice low and rough, "like it’s a cock or something."

The bluntness of his words had taken you aback.

"I— you—?!" you stumbled all over the words, completely flustered as the heat rushed to your cheeks. Your body felt like about to start on fire and your heart was pounding in your chest.

Leon hummed softly, clearly amused by your reaction. The corner of his mouth lifted in a small smirk as his thumb traced a slow, running path along your jawline.

"I’ll give you a lollipop," he said, his voice firm. His eyes never left yours, making it impossible to look away. He paused, letting the weight of his words enter your head.

"A special one," he added, his tone dropping lower.

You blinked up at him, your breath caught in your throat as he leaned in just slightly closer.

"All for you," he finished, his voice soft making it clear he wasn’t just talking about candy.

Without warning, his lips crashed against yours, hungry yet impossibly passionate, leaving you breathless, but you quickly melted into the kiss, holding you firm. He nipped at your bottom lip, asking for entrance, which you gave without hesitation. His tongue swept into your mouth, exploring every inch, tasting the lingering sweetness from the lollipops you’d been savouring all day.

A soft moan escaped you, muffled by the kiss, and it was enough to drive him crazy, Leon let out a low groan, pulling you closer, one of his hands slid down to your waist, gripping you harder. Without breaking the kiss, he pulled you effortlessly from your chair and onto his lap. You gasped softly at the sudden shift, but his lips silenced you once again.

His free hand roamed along your curves, tracing all the lines of your body, sending shivers down your spine.

"You were such a tease with that lollipop, sucking it like your life depended on it." Between kisses, he groaned, his voice low and husky, "These fucking lips of yours are driving me crazy." His words full with desire, sending shivers down your spine.

Your only let out was a helpless moan, your body burning with desire as a spark starting between your thighs.

he unbuttoned your blouse, his fingers tracing your skin, slowly teasing you, torturing you. As the last button slipped free, he slid his hand inside, his warm palm brushing against your skin, reaching to your bra.

As he unclipped your bra, it fell away, releasing your breasts to his gaze. He pulled back from the kiss, his eyes locking onto yours for a moment before looking down. His gaze fixed on your breast, you tried to hide them, feeling embarrassed but he stopped before you could.

"Don't." He says harshly.

He gently cupped one of your breasts, his fingers tracing the curves as he became mesmerised by the sensation. Leaning in, he flicked his tongue against your nipple, and you gasped at the sudden pleasure, he wrapped his lips around it, sucking gently as his tongue swirled all over it. A low, husky moan rumbled in the back of his throat.

He pulls away, his eyes meeting yours, and he gives a peck on your lips " You want your lollipop, baby?" He asked in a low tone. You nodded, head full of lust, spinning, wanting more of him.

"Get on your knees." Leon commands you.

You obeyed, getting up from his lap and placing yourself on your knees between his thick thighs.

Looking up at him, he smiled licking his lips. His blue eyes piercing yours, filled with amusement. Slowly he unbottoned his pants, letting his cock free.

Your eyes turned away from him and fixed on his dick, and you gulped. You weren't sure how you would fit in your mouth...big and thick, nothing you had ever seen before. Leon notices your reaction and chuckles, grabbing your cheeks once again to meet his gaze one more time. "You're a big girl now, bigger lollipop."

He gently guided your face closer, his cock twitching in anticipation. Stroking himself a few times, he positioned the tip at your lips, tracing the curve of your mouth, tapping a few times before you open your mouth.

Your lips parted, and he slipped inside, his tip dancing on your tongue. You tease him with slow licks, and he lets out a low hum. As you swirled your tongue around him, he slid deeper, filling your mouth completely. Dragging your tongue up his length in a teasing motion, licking all the way to the tip, toying over as your tongue flicks over it, saliva running down him.

Leon grabs your hair, pushing you down on him. You hollow your cheeks, sucking him like you did with the lollipops, pumping your tongue up and down at his cock, speeding up.

He lets out a growl, "What a big girl are you, doing such a good baby- fuck- you're so good at this", he praises you, looking down at you as you take him completely.

"Mmmhh.."

His grips tights around your hair, making you take him deeper, his tip hits the back of your throat, he starts to roll his hips raming his cock into your mouth, fucking your throat.

You only moan as he fucked your mouth, your swollen lips around it making him go crazy. Leon was a mess, slightly moans left his lips with groans, your eyes were fixed on his.

"You look so pretty like this, baby" He mumbles softly, making your cunt throb. You were dripping, your juices all over your panties. The way he was speaking to you, his noises, his dick, how he was going crazy made you clench, loving it.

Leon's movements started to get sloppier, a taste of his pre-cum filling your mouth as speeds fucking your mouth faster. Your saliva all over him, a mess, whining noises coming from you.

Without warning, he comes in your mouth, painting softly as his cum fills you.

He didn't hesitate, taking his phone out of his pocket and snapping a picture of you with his cock in your mouth as his cum starts dripping from it.

He then shows it to you, "Cute, right?" he smirks, as you give him a straight look.

He laughs at your reaction, cupping your face as you get up from the floor. "You're paying for this," you let out in a threatening tone, but he only shrugs it off and kisses you deeply.

"Next time you want a lollie, just call me, baby."