muse [scene i] ☆ leon s. kennedy
✮ synopsis: leon's a very patient man. he lets you have your fun teasing him, but he knows where you'll be by the end of the night. he's confident in a way that goes without saying, and it doesn't take him long before he's got you wrapped around his thumb.
✮ warnings: fem. reader, heavy objectification, use of pet names, power dynamics/pwr. struggle, manhandling, hair pulling, language, explicit content, dirty talk, m. masturbation + facial, dumbification, pwp
truth be told, leon wasn't bothered by your sly little comments that were meant to rouse his temper. no, he was perfectly fine with you running your pretty little mouth, a few old mans here and there never bothered him much. he'd let you have your fun, give him that shit-eating little grin and teasing eye roll that never failed to make his mouth twitch up in a smile.
leon's quite patient and he humors you more than he probably should, but beneath his calm and composed exterior lies a man who's very aware of himself. perhaps when he was younger he might've felt a little dejected and maybe even taken comments like that to heart, but now that he's older— and more experienced (in more ways than one) he'd half a mind to start cracking jokes with you.
as much as leon loves to see how amused you seem to be teasing him like this, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't waiting to wipe that smug little grin off your face. luckily for you, leon's a good sport and doesn't take any of what you say to heart, mainly because he knows where you'll be by the end of the night.
leon isn't particularly cocky, but he's certainly not oblivious. he knows your true objective isn't to make him feel bad, but it's also not to tease him, either— no, he knows what you really want. leon sees that little sparkle in your eyes whenever he scoffs or groans at your teasing comments, or the way you smirk before pondering what to say next. your calculated, premeditative train of thought is something he is no stranger to, but he'll humor you— for now.
and so, he'll intentionally let those little comments accumulate right up until he decides he's had enough of you and your chatting.
"hey leon, don'cha think you should go see a chiropractor? your posture is... well," you chirp, eyes glazing over his figure sitting hunched over at the dining table, practically devouring the food you'd prepared for him after a long day of monotonous paper filing at the dso. leon has to hold back a snort at that, his mouth twitching up at the corners as he cuts the last bit of chicken breast into a bite-sized piece.
leon gulps down the small piece he'd been chewing, humming in satisfaction at the rather delicious meal you'd provided for him. it's a pity you couldn't hold your tongue while he enthusiastically cleaned his plate. at the very least you were entertaining him, so it's not as annoying as you hoped it'd be. "chicken's good," he says plainly, setting his knife and fork down atop the now clean plate before pushing up from the table. he stands with a low grunt, bones popping as he rolls his shoulders back slightly, making his way over to the sink to clean his dish. well damn, maybe he did need to see a chiro...
you pout slightly at his disregard for your earlier comment, eyes narrowing slightly as he walks past you to clean his dish. you scoff to yourself, hands crossing against your chest in disbelief. is he really ignoring you...? you shake your head in denial before turning on your heel, watching how his muscles flex as he rinses his plate. before you can even attempt to force out a retort, leon’s deep voice is already rumbling through your ears.
"what were you saying?" he starts, clearing his throat as he begins lathering soap in his hands. you raise a brow at his back in question, rolling your eyes in defiance at his flippant tone.
"are you that hard of hearing?" you replied sarcastically, a scoff escaping you as you lean your hip against the table behind you. you chuckle quietly, lips curling up into a smirk when he pauses his movements. leon exhales softly, resuming his actions as he realizes this will be yet another night of you playing with him. usually leon could handle your snide little comments and playful teasing, but he’d had a long fucking day in the office. despite this, leon is still a very patient, merciful man. he’ll give you the chance to stop while you’re ahead.
leon turns the faucet off slowly, twisting the handle with ease and reaching for the dish towel to dry his hands. he’s still for a moment, simply holding the towel in his hands before neatly folding it and setting it down. it’s a little eery just how composed he is; you almost feel nervous. leon was always very calm under pressure—not that you were much pressure to him, but you certainly knew how to push him. you bite your lip, tension filling the air around you with each passing second.
when leon finally turns to you, his gaze feels borderline oppressive. he’s not reactive, but his piercing blue eyes hold such a powerful weight that it’s like he’s already got you pinned in place. leon’s not a man of many words. he prefers to assert himself through his actions, and it’s surprising just how little he has to do to have you complacent for him. despite this, he knows it’s not that easy with you. it usually never is, but he certainly doesn’t mind it.
"no, i heard you," he starts softly, almost endearing, mirroring your stance and leaning against the counter with his arms loosely crossed over his chest as he watched you. "but i'll give you a chance to correct yourself." he warns, tilting his head slightly as he waits for your response. of course, leon knows you won't behave, he's already got you figured out. but what kind of partner would he be if he didn't at least offer you a chance at redemption?
like clockwork, you let out a tiny scoff at his peace offering, rolling your eyes so hard you're almost scared they might get stuck like that. leon raises a brow at you, adjusting himself on the counter while monitoring your every move.
"correct myself?" you repeat, your tone amused, almost in disbelief that he'd ask you such a question. leon's lips curve into a smirk, the kind of smirk that exudes confidence and promises consequences. he's actually quite glad you choose the hard way out every time, it was always satisfying to watch it all crumble down once he gets you to stop running that mouth of yours.
"need me to spell it out for you?" he says firmly, jaw tightening slightly as he observes the cocky smirk that graces your pretty features. he tilts his head slightly, biceps bulging deliciously against his chest where they're crossed. of course you're enjoying this, of course you want him to spell it out for you. leon's a patient man, but he's more than willing to dish out consequences for someone like you who insists on pushing his limits.
"dunno," you drawl, dragging the word out with that same teasing, amused lilt, "maybe you do," you tease, a quiet giggle escaping from your throat as you stare him down, biting your lip in anticipation when you see him exhale slowly. god, did you love riling him up. it did something sinful to you to see him go from composed to bothered by you.
unbeknowst to you, however, leon's not too keen on giving you that satisfaction; he'll do what he has to to keep you in order, but he'll stay just as composed as he was prior to all this.
"you’re a fuckin’ brat." he grits out, uncrossing his arms slowly to make his way over to you. you watch as he walks over with controlled, practiced steps, your eyes shamelessly raking over his broad form. you trail them down slowly, taking your time as he nears closer, scanning over the obvious bulge in his tactical pants, the strain of his too-shirt against his beefy biceps, and finally flitting back up to meet his intense gaze.
he's close, almost too close, hands on either side of the kitchen table as he towers over your frame. it's almost intimidating how big he is, how easy it is for him to overpower you, and perhaps that's what makes this game of cat and mouse all the more fun. your breath hitches with the way he's staring at you, his icy eyes tracking every one of your actions like you were his prey.
"say another word." he dares, getting in your face, leaning in as close as he could. you let out a shaky breath, a tiny smile pulling at your lips as you stare into his eyes with a hint of mischief present in their midst.
"another word," you challenge, raising a brow and pursing your lips teasingly while batting your lashes enticingly at him. he nods sardonically, almost pleased at your decision, a small smile tugging at his lips as he lets out a breathy chuckle. he moves down, pressing a soft kiss to your temple, humming lowly as he inhales sharply, sending a shiver up your spine.
his head dips lower, lips ghosting over your neck as he presses more tiny, open-mouth kisses to the heated skin. you squeal a little bit, the sensation slightly tickling the skin of your neck as your hands slowly reach to grip the table behind you. something about leon's calmness was deeply unsettling, like he was a stick of dynamite that had just been lit and was slowly inching closer to exploding. you breathe out raggedly, heart thumping wildly in your chest as he pulls back to meet your gaze once more.
"mm. good one, baby," he starts, voice deceptively soft, almost affectionate. his hand comes up slowly, knuckles grazing the soft skin of your cheeks as he stares into your eyes like he's already got your fate mapped out for tonight. "but you should've held your tongue." he finishes, voice dropping into that low, gravelly register that always sends heat straight through you.
in an instant, leon's pushing you to the side, hand on your chest shoving you down on the floor. you stumble slightly, hand reaching out to steady yourself as his hands roughly grab ahold of your shoulders before adjusting you to his liking. it rips a surprised yelp from you, leaving you scrambling for a bit before you gather your bearings. despite the struggle, he finally has you on your knees before him, a steady hand on your shoulder as he stares down at you. you stare back defiantly, eyes shooting daggers at him for handling you so roughly. before you can even fix your lips to spit out another sassy remark, leon is quick to quiet you.
his large hand fists in your hair, pulling your head back roughly so that you have no choice but to fucking listen to him. he tuts, shaking his head at your insistent need to defy him, his eyes piercing into your wide ones below him. "shhh, let's be smart here, baby. you're a smart girl, aren't you?" he asks, his voice tender, almost affectionate, but you know deep down he means the exact opposite. your brows pull together, mouth wide in shock just from how quickly the tables turned on you. literally. you blink dumbly, eyes glossy from the hold he has on your hair.
his grip on your hair tightens at your silence, making you wince at the strain on your scalp. you whimper slightly, nodding in his grasp as best you could. he hums, hand leaving your hair in favor of grasping your jaw, rubbing soft circles into the heated skin. he doesn't bother asking for a verbal response, he already knows you're so fucked out for him that the only thing he needs you to focus on right now is shutting the hell up.
you're still dumbfounded, eyes hazy as you stare up at him in awe, lips parted and chest heaving at his change in demeanor. leon's thumb travels, the digit dragging across your bottom lip before slipping inside your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. you quickly obey him, wrapping your lips around the digit, eyes never leaving his as you suckle his thumb into your mouth.
leon’s gaze burns down at you, his gaze intimidatingly tender, the blue of his eyes almost completely swallowed by his dark pupils.
"'s a shame the only time you're quiet is when i put you on your fuckin' knees," he murmurs, voice thick with lust. he lets you keep sucking for a few more seconds, thumb pressing down on your tongue, before he finally pulls it free with a wet pop.
your breathing comes out a little more ragged, bottom lip caught between your teeth as you wait eagerly for his next move. leon just stares down at you, analyzing every little movement and micro expression on your face before he finally concludes that you love this. you're practically shaking with anticipation, you're giddy like your efforts have finally paid off from all those snide comments and teasing little smirks, and he finds it utterly infuriating. no, he won't give you what you want this easily, not without making you suffer a little bit.
"i see what's going on here," he starts, tilting his head as he observes you beneath him. your brows furrow, a small pout making its way onto your lips at his sudden change. it was starting to make you a little frustrated with how hot and cold he was being. "you're not nearly as smart as you think you are, baby," he declares, hands moving to unbuckle his belt. his eyes never leave yours, although yours are now transfixed on the way his deft hands easily guide the belt out of the loop.
your eyes trail back up to his, his piercing orbs already staring you down as he unbuttons his pants. "leon..." you murmur quietly, needy eyes silently pleading for him to get a move on. you shift impatiently on your heels, letting out a few exasperated breaths every now and then with how slow he was moving things along.
leon grunts in annoyance, hand reaching out to grasp your cheeks before leaning down to your level to whisper harshly, "behave." he commands, squishing your cheeks in his grip before giving you a long, stern glare that almost dares you to disobey him. you still, gulping slightly at how fucking intimidating he is. he's incredibly calm, too calm, but his movements are sharp and rough— a dizzying contrast that nearly gives you whiplash from how confusing it all is.
he huffs, hand leaving your jaw before rising to his feet once more. his hands return to the task at hand, finally shoving his pants down his thighs along with his boxers. his cock springs free, heavy and flushed dark at the tip, and your mouth actually waters at the sight. you instinctively reach for him, hand just short of gripping the base before leon grips your wrist tightly. you pause, eyes flitting up to his in confusion.
"uh-uh." he tsks, voice low and disapproving, pushing your hand back down to your side. "you don't get to touch. you lost that privilege right when you opened that pretty little mouth." he says, his own hand gripping his cock at the base before giving it a slow upward stroke. he exhales lowly, squeezing himself once his hand strokes over the sensitive part just below his aching tip. his hips buck slightly, hand twisting around his cock as he passes over the sticky head, smearing the precum that had collected there all over his shaft.
he groans shamelessly, eyes flitting back to yours that only stare up at him in utter disbelief of the situation right now. you look painfully needy, eyebrows threaded together and mouth deeply frowned from his complete disregard of you. your eyes are glassy as they stare into his, hands gripping the bottom of your shirt tightly in your grip as you try to calm yourself. his eyes light up briefly, a breathy chuckle leaving him as a new idea crosses his mind.
"leon—" you start, biting your lip in frustration when he interrupts you.
"i don't wanna hear it, sweetheart," he interrupts, voice dropping into that dangerous register that makes your stomach flip. "had your chance, didn't you?" he grips your jaw, thumb pressing against your lower lip, spreading your mouth open for him. he holds you like that, inspecting you, while his other hand gives a slow, deliberate stroke from base to tip. he groans lowly, gripping himself tighter as filthy, depraved thoughts begin to cloud his mind. god, he can't wait to see you crying for him.
"fuck... pretty thing," he says, tilting your head in his grip, eyes raking over your fucked-out face as he languidly strokes himself to you. leon doesn't rush, he takes his time savoring your pretty face, eyes traveling down your body as his grip tightens around his cock. his breathing stays even and controlled as he works himself with unhurried strokes.
he's studying you— examining you like you're an exhibit, like a work of art curated solely for his enjoyment. his thumb drags along your lower lip, dipping inside your mouth and pressing down on your tongue. you tried to suck his thumb again, but he just pulls it back out to smear your spit over your lips, watching the way it shines under the light.
your breath hitches at how dirty the situation feels, how he's using you as an object of his pleasure, like a muse to fulfill his own filthy desires. you almost feel like you should feel offended, but you can't help the way your cunt clenches at how little he cares for your pleasure right now. it's borderline sadistic, enjoying the way he ogles you so shamelessly, inspecting you like you're his personal form of pornography.
"why don't you pull that shirt up for me, baby?" he coaxes, voice soft yet firm, the question more a command than a request. he works himself a little faster now, thumb brushing over the slit of his leaking tip, moaning deeply at the sensation.
you hesitate, hands trembling at your sides, and he slows his strokes just enough to make you feel like you weren't doing it for him, humiliating you in a way that has you regretting every decision you'd made that led up to this. you hate that you want to please him, to be the object of his desire, but you quite literally have no choice but to do as he says. he's got you cornered, you'll admit it. even if you don't get anything out of it, you'll be equally as satisfied knowing leon used you as a visual for his own pleasure.
"leon, i— can we—" you try, nervously twiddling your fingers as you begin to feel a little embarrassed at his shamelessness. he's quick to shut you down, further breaking down your defenses as his deep, gravelly voice cuts through your small, shaky one.
"uh-uh, be quiet. come on, sweetheart," he murmurs, gentle and consistently patient despite your pushback. "let's see those tits," he commands casually, like he's simply asking you to do the most mundane task in the world. his thumb strokes your cheek, tender, doting— a stark contrast to how clipped his tone is with you. you know he's not asking, he's telling, almost daring you to defy him lest you drag this out any longer.
you gulp thickly, hands finally moving to raise your shirt up slowly, staring into his eyes that watch every movement of yours meticulously. he raises a brow when you pause, giving you a knowing glare that practically forces you to continue. with that, you finally pull your shirt up and over your chest, your tits bouncing softly when they're exposed from the thin material of your shirt.
leon's eyes immediately flicker down, his grip on your jaw loosening slightly while his hand closes around his cock tighter. he strokes your cheek softly, groaning deep in his throat when your nipples pebble from the cool air in the kitchen.
"fuck, that's better," he hums in approval, resuming his previous steady pace, his eyes drinking you in with something like wonder. "look at these tits..." he groans, eyes raking over your chest shamelessly as he tugs on his cock. his eyes flicker back up to your face, that same needy expression present on your features along with something that almost looks like... embarrassment? leon's cock twitches slightly in his grip, thumb working its way back to the corner of your mouth as he begins to stroke himself faster.
"my pretty thing," he sighs, voice warm despite the way he was so clearly talking down to you, "always did know how to make yourself useful when you want to," he hums, now steadily stroking his cock and twisting his wrist with every downstroke. his thumb returns to your mouth yet again, dipping inside and coaxing you to suck once more.
you oblige, humming around the digit as you swirl your tongue obscenely. leon groans deep in his chest, forcing his finger further into your mouth, making you gag slightly. he tsks lowly, pulling his thumb from your mouth once more. this time, leon’s gaze falls back to your chest where you’re still obediently holding your shirt up for him.
"fuck... just take it off, won't you, baby?" he asks sweetly, eyes fixated on your pretty tits that rise and fall with every short breath you take. you nod slowly, fingers trembling just a little as you tug the shirt the rest of the way up and off, letting it drop somewhere behind you on the kitchen floor.
the cool air kisses your top half, making your nipples tighten even more under his heavy gaze. leon’s eyes darken, pupils blown wide as he drinks in the sight of you bare from the waist up, kneeling obediently at his feet. your hands settle on the outside on your thighs, fingernails digging crescents into the soft skin as you stare up at him pleadingly.
"pretty fuckin' picture," he sucks in a breath at the sight, trailing his hand down to your left nipple that’s practically begging to be pinched. with the thumb that was previously in your mouth, he rubs small circles over your areola, the wetness of your own saliva coating the bud. you gasp sharply, the stimulation sending sparks straight to your core.
"god, sweetheart, if you could see yourself right now. shit, you're cute." he groans, continuing his ministrations on the sensitive flesh, smearing your spit across your nipple until the bud stiffens to a sharp peak beneath the wet pad of his finger. he tugs on the sensitive bud firmly, trapping it between his thumb and forefinger while pinching softly.
your back arches instinctively, pushing your chest closer to his hand like you can’t help it, and that only makes his cock twitch hard in his fist. you mewl, eyebrows threading together in pleasure from the electric feeling of his hands on your skin. you feel so pathetic under him, squirming from something as little as this.
you shift on your heels, the floor cold and unforgiving against your poor kneecaps, and the ghost of leon's thumb circling your nipple has you whimpering before you can stop yourself. your eyes flutter shut for a bit, trying to ground yourself despite how unforgiving he's toying with you right now. he tsks quietly, shaking his head in disappointment.
"eyes on me, baby," he commands softly. you open your eyes, your gaze settling back to his face. your lips part on a shaky exhale, and he coos at you softly when you obey him, finger still working your nipple slowly. suddenly, his thumb pinches your nipple harshly and you yelp, hips jerking forward involuntarily at the pleasurable, yet painful sensation.
"mmh-mh." he clicks his tongue, shaking his head at you in disapproval. "stay still for me." he finishes, soothing your bud with slow, languid strokes that only make the situation worse. you were nearly about to cry, you were so frustrated. you feel your slick soaking through your panties, the wet heat of it almost unbearable, and you'd give anything— literally, anything— to just touch him. you don't even care about your own pleasure anymore, all that was on your mind was leon and his cock. just as he had planned.
"leon, please—" you beg, eyes watering and bottom lip quivering slightly at his dismissal of your pleas. he tuts, stilling his movements for a brief second.
"what'd i say about you runnin' that mouth?" his hand abandons your breast to grip your chin again, tilting your face up at a sharper angle so you have no choice but to watch him. his other hand resumes its movements, slick sounds filling the quiet kitchen obscenely as you gaze up at him, eyes watery. "you just sit there and look pretty. that's all you gotta do. can you do that for me, sweetheart?" he asks, waiting for your pretty lips to form a response for him, if you even can. you feel so helpless, so small under him that all you can do is sigh in frustration.
you bite the inside of your cheek, hands clammy and panties uncomfortably wet, but you nod anyways despite the growing agitation in your veins. god only knows how long he'd drag this out if you dared to talk back to him now. he hums his approval, thumb stroking along your jaw like he's comforting a kicked puppy.
it feels as if you're just an object now—a little plaything for his pleasure, something whose sole purpose is to just get him off while you sit there and take it. despite your frustration, you couldn't deny how much it was turning you on, but you hate how much you're enjoying it— the way he shamelessly ogles you for his viewing pleasure, tilting your head as if he were inspecting a rare artifact. annoyed as you are, you almost feel like you were made for this. and perhaps that's exactly what leon wants you to feel right now.
leon's pace picks up a fraction, hand working his cock faster as he watches you struggle to stay still beneath him. stubborn as you are, leon's confident in you. he knows you'll do as he says, you've got no choice at this point. he chuckles lowly as you ogle his cock, almost looking dazed as he thumbs at the globs of precum glistening on his tip.
"yeah? you like watching me, baby? like seein' what your pretty mouth coulda earned if you knew how to fuckin' use it?" he says, his tone deceptively tender and sweet despite his harsh, teasing words that have your heart working overtime at how filthy he was being. a whine claws its way up your throat before you can stop it, and leon's mouth twitches into a satisfied smirk that has you cursing him out silently in your head.
"pretty little mess," he sighs, and the sigh is appreciative, almost reverent, like he's admiring his work—and technically, this was his doing. he's broken down all those layers of defiance and has reduced you to nothing but those tiny little whimpers and whines that show just how well he has you under his control. it's poetic, really— how easily he can strip away every ounce of resistance from you and leave you embarrassingly pathetic beneath him. he'd call this his favorite performance art.
"wanna know what i was thinking about all day?" he asks, conversational, like he's discussing something as simple as the weather, even as his voice has gotten a little ragged around the edges. his hand settles at the nape of your neck, fingers gingerly scratching against your scalp, a breathy exhale escaping you at his gentle touch. "sitting in that office, filing the same goddamn report for the third time 'cause sherry kept kicking it back, and you know what i kept thinkin' about?" he grits out, voice strained while he works his cock faster, the wet sound of it making your mouth water shamefully.
you shake your head, eyes wide and curious as you maintain heavy eye contact with him. you shift slightly, biting your lip at how fast he’s stroking himself now.
"i kept thinking about how badly you need somethin' to shut you up." his voice drops to almost a whisper, lips parting as a soft groan interrupts him. "kept thinking about coming home and finding some reason to get you down on your fuckin' knees for me," he admits shamelessly, and you can just feel how hot your cheeks are. it’s embarrassing to think about, knowing that his thoughts about you aren’t the sweet, lovey-dovey ones—but instead they’re filthy, almost degrading—and your stomach swirls uncomfortably at the realization.
"mm, but you, sweet thing?" he says condescendingly, a breathy laugh escaping him. "you handed it right to me on a goddamn silver platter." he goads, and ironic as it is, after literally preparing his dinner and handing him a plate, that wasn’t the first or last thing you handed to him. your dignity was the second tonight.
he pushes his hips forward slightly, just enough that the tip of his cock is nearly grazing your cheek, the heat of him radiating against your skin. you can feel the wetness leaking from him, almost but not quite smearing against the corner of your mouth, and your tongue darts out instinctively to chase it.
leon catches the movement and tsks, pulling his hips back just out of reach. your whine is immediate, pathetic, your hands fisting at your sides where they're balled against your thighs. "uh-uh." he shakes his head, the corners of his lips curling up in a cruel smirk. "you didn't earn that, baby." he chides, massaging your scalp with soft little scratches that have your thoughts all muddled and conflicted. he's driving you insane, and yet you still find yourself seeking his validation, yearning for his approval. the mind-numbingly addictive mix of him doting on you while degrading you in the same sentence is enough to drive you up a fucking wall.
"please—" the word rips out of you before you can stop it, hoarse and wrecked and humiliating in how needy it sounds. "leon, please, i—i'll be good, i swear—" you plead, tears welling in your eyes from his cruelty. leon's stare is intense, overbearing as he ogles your pathetic form beneath him.
his hand tightens in your hair at your mindless begging, tugging at the strands harshly and forcing a soft whimper from you. that gets a reaction—his jaw clenches, his fist falters around himself for the briefest second, and his cock visibly twitches in his grip, leaking another fat pearl that rolls slow down the underside.
"oh, now you want to be good," his voice is wrecked, lower, gravelly, the calm fraying at the seams. he's close, each tug on his cock pushing him further towards the edge and slowly breaking away at his composure. "now that i've got my cock out and you're crying on my kitchen floor. now you want to be good for me?" he asks, brows raised as if he was offended you even dared to beg him for forgiveness.
you nod frantically, tears finally spilling over and rolling hot down your cheeks. "i'll be good, leon, i—i'll be so good, please, please just—" you beg, eyes glossy and voice raspy from how tight your throat feels. you're crying, actually crying from how frustrated you are, biting your lip painfully hard to stop any more tears from escaping.
"shhh," he shushes, cooing at you softly as he takes in the look of desperation on your face. his thumb catches one of the tears, wiping away the salty stream and smearing it over your cheekbone, almost as if he was marking you. "i know, baby. i know you will. you always do, once we get to this part." his fist resumes its pace, his wrist working faster and in tight little twists at the head that have his breath catching audibly.
his stomach muscles tense where you can see the sliver of skin through the bottom of his shirt, the dark trail of hair leading down from his abdomen slick with sweat. his thighs flex, the veins corded along the beefy flesh bulging beneath the bunched fabric of his pants where they've fallen mid-thigh. he's right on the edge, his breaths coming out sharp and groans growing more frequent with each passing second.
"open." he commands, voice ragged. "mouth open, tongue out. and don't you fuckin' move." leon’s hand moves faster along his slick cock, the wet, filthy sound of it filling the kitchen. his other hand stays buried in your hair, holding you perfectly still exactly where he wants you.
you obey instantly, jaw dropping wide, tongue lolling out enthusiastically. a fresh wave of humiliation washes over you at how eager you must look, at how shamelessly you're offering yourself up, but the moment your tongue is out his groan is guttural, deep in his chest, and you feel your aching cunt clench at the heavenly sound. any humiliation you felt was quickly replaced with determination, the need to please, and ultimately, the desire to taste his cum on your tongue.
"fuck. fuckin' look at you." his eyes are locked on your open mouth, his fist a blur with how fast he's stroking himself now, the wet sound of it filthy in the quiet kitchen. "mm-hm, knew you needed to be used like this. knew it the second you opened that fuckin’ mouth. should've done this ages ago." he spits, hand tugging at your hair slightly, angling your head back so that he's got the perfect angle when he shoots his load all over your pretty face.
he steps closer, the tip of his cock now hovering just above your tongue, close enough that you can literally almost taste him if you moved forward even an inch. your jaw aches from holding it open, drool pooling at the corners of your lips, but you don't dare close it, forcing yourself to keep your mouth open and ready for his load.
"fuck, gonna give you somethin'—shit—real nice, baby," he pants, hand fisting tight at the crown of your skull. "fuck, baby—gonna paint that pretty fuckin' face. you want that? want my cum all over you?" he asks, hips bucking into his hand with each fast, slick stroke.
a desperate, garbled sound leaves your open mouth, as close as you can get it to a 'yes' without closing your mouth. tears are streaming freely down your cheeks now, your nipples are aching, your cunt is throbbing, and you have never, ever, wanted anything as badly as you want leon to cum on your face right now.
leon's hips stutter, a sharp, ragged groan punching out of him. "yeah— fuck, yeah… that's it, mm-hm, just like that—stick that fuckin' tongue out for me—" his fist works frantically now, the head of his cock a deep, angry red, his balls drawing up tight. you watch his abs clench, watch the veins in his neck strain, watch his eyes go almost black with lust as he stares down at you with the kind of hunger that makes you feel utterly devoured.
"shit— shit, baby, fuck,—" he moans, head lolling back as the first few knots in his lower abdomen begin to uncoil.
he comes with a low, broken groan that he doesn't even try to muffle, and the first thick rope of it landing hot across your cheek and the bridge of your nose. you flinch instinctively but his hand in your hair holds you steady, his hips jerking, his fist milking himself through it as the second spurt paints your lips and tongue, the third striping down your chin and dripping warm onto your collarbone.
his cock pulses in his fist, his cum thick, heavy, and hot as it drips down your face, painting you in stripes that he watches with hooded, hungry eyes. some of it catches on your eyelashes, some pools in the crevice of your collarbone, and the rest drips slowly down the swell of your breasts—his cum glistening on your skin like a signature across his newly finished masterpiece.
"fuck. fuck, look at that. look at you," he breathes, his voice almost reverent now, nearly broken from the intensity of his orgasm. his fist slows, milking the last few drops out onto your tongue, and you instinctively close your lips around the head when he presses it against your lips, suckling soft and obedient just like he taught you to.
he hisses through his teeth, hips twitching at the oversensitivity, but he lets you. lets you suck him clean, your tongue gently lapping at the slit until there's nothing left, until he's finally softening against your tongue. when he finally pulls free, the head of his cock leaves a wet, glistening smear across your bottom lip. his thumb is there immediately, dragging through the mess on your chin, gathering it up, and pressing it back between your lips for you to take.
"swallow it. all of it. don't you waste a fuckin' drop, sweetheart." he commands, forcing his finger into your mouth, humming in satisfaction when you eagerly take the cum-covered digit. you swallow around his thumb, eyes locked on his and tears drying on your cheeks. you feel his cum drying on your chest, feel it sticky on your face, and you have never felt more claimed than you do right now.
leon's chest is heaving, his hair stuck damp to his forehead, jaw slack, eyes blown wide, and soft, satisfied hums leave his as lips as he watches you swallow his load. god, it's something you want to commit to your memory for the rest of your life.
"good fuckin' girl," he praises, his breathing steadying out as he finally catches his breath from his orgasm. his thumb drags out of your mouth, slides through the cum on your cheek, and presses it back between your lips one more time just to watch you suck it clean. "my fucking girl. there she is." he says, affectionate, and you hum appreciatively around the digit, something warm swelling in your chest from how sweetly he was praising you.
his hand smooths down from your hair to cup your cheek, and his eyes finally soften, thumb stroking soft little circles into the skin despite the now dried cum that rests there like a brand. "you with me, baby?" he murmurs, thumb stroking through the mess on your cheek almost tenderly. "you okay?" he asks sincerely, eyes searching yours for any form of discomfort that could've been present.
you nod, dazed, blinking up at him through wet lashes. your voice, albeit tiny and ragged, finally manages a small, "i'm okay," and leon exhales in relief, his hand reaching up to stroke your hair tenderly.
"yeah?" the smile he gives you is fond, caring, the kind that makes your heart swell with adoration. you nod in response, leaning into his touch instinctively. "yeah, you did so good for me. so good, baby," he leans down, presses a soft kiss to your forehead despite the mess, lingering there for a moment. "let's get you cleaned up, sweet girl. c'mon."
he straightens up, tucks himself back into his boxers and lazily zips his pants up as he turns to the sink. you sit there, eyes red and puffy as you stare into nowhere for a bit, hands folded in your lap as you replay the scene in your head. you hear water running, the soft tear of a paper towel, and a moment later he's crouching back down in front of you, the warm, damp towel in his hand.
he cleans your face with slow, careful strokes. the cum on your cheek, the streak across your nose, the sticky mess on your chin, lips, and collarbone. he's so gentle now, so patient, the same hands that pulled your hair roughly when you wouldn't listen, now delicately smoothing the cloth across your skin like you're something precious.
you stare at him in awe as he continues, mouth gaped open dumbly as you absentmindedly palm your poor knees. he pulls back when he's finished, scanning your form meticulously as if he were searching for any injuries. "knees hurt, baby?" he asks when he sees you soothing them, hand blanketing yours as he strokes the skin softly.
you nod, eyes glossy as you meet his gaze, his stare softening as he reflects on his rough handling in the beginning. he grasps your hand, pressing a firm, sweet kiss to the skin apologetically.
"c'mere." he tosses the cloth into the trash, then bends and scoops you up under your knees and back in one easy motion, lifting you off the floor like you weigh nothing. your arms loop around his neck instinctively, face tucking into the warm crook between his jaw and shoulder, and you feel him exhale into your hair.
"let me make it up to you baby," he says, voice deep and sultry against your temple, and your heart pounds at the suggestion. finally, he's going to give you something, you think. you felt like you could've exploded down there on your knees, at his mercy and with no ground to stand on. "you still owe me for that mouth, though, baby. i haven't forgotten that easily." he muses, turning to press a firm kiss to your forehead as he walks in the direction of the stairs.
he carries you toward the stairs, the soft pad of his feet on the hardwood the only sound now besides your soft breaths against his neck. the light from the kitchen spills into the hallway, casting dark shadows up the stairwell, and his arms tighten around you as he guides you both to the bedroom.
nier’s note 🗒️: mean!leon back by popular demand! took some inspo from the lyrics of 15 minutes by sabrina carpenter w/this, i love her sm. i fucking nutted writing this holy shit, like this might be my favorite fic ive written. made him vv condescending this time + a little meaner than needed but its definitelyyy what i needed...! making this a two-parter for those who are curiousss, wanted to get this first part out because im impulsive and excited... enjoy!! final pt coming soon xx
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