summary . . . at a christmas party at the dso, the moment takes a turn when you overhear comments amongst leon’s coworkers about your relationship.
notes. wahhh this burnout got me so bad :( i pushed thru bc i hadn’t posted in over a month now. thank you for the over 500 followers !! this was a request from @kellerific93, i’m so sorry that it came out so late. thank you for being patient with me, i hope you enjoy this 🫶 MWAH much love <3
tags ──────── fluff & light angst (? if you can consider it), reader is in her early 40’s, leon is 49. new relationship + self doubts. leon & claire dating in the past. word count: 1.5k words
Water flowed in the fountain. The courtyard was quite peaceful. If it was like this at night, you were curious about sitting here during the day.
Maybe if you worked at the DSO, you’d come out here during your lunch break. It was the perfect spot to be at after being cooped up in an office space for hours. Away from computer screens, paperwork to be filed, and all those other unsettling details they were forced to deal with.
Despite having your jacket on, you could feel the cold seeping through the sleeves. You tightly crossed your arms over your chest for warmth and leaned against the column. It would be a good idea to go back inside. But, it was the last place you wanted to be at right now.
“There you are. What are you doing out here alone?”
You looked behind you as Leon let the door to the building close gently. He was still wearing that Santa hat one of his colleagues offered him when you arrived at the office party. He didn’t react to the cold. You weren’t surprised since he’d undergone rigorous training in the past.
“It’s cold.” He said, stating the obvious. He was more concerned about you. You were clearly upset. When you didn’t respond, he frowned. He removed his jacket. He held it open while you slipped your arms in, “Hey… What’s wrong?”
You rested your shoulder on the column again. You wanted to say that nothing was wrong. Because it shouldn’t. A part of you felt like you were making a deal out of things, and that you were too old to be upset about this.Before you could shake your head and dismiss it all together, he placed his hand on your back, “Don’t you even think about saying it’s nothing.”
You’d been dating Leon for six months now. Others might say that wasn’t much time, but it was to the both of you and it’s been a serious relationship.
At the start of the month of December, Leon asked if you wanted to come to his office party. The party was a week before Christmas, since everyone would be busy for the holidays. Cute was your original thought. For one, you had no plans. Two, he wanted to take this opportunity to introduce you to everyone. So you agreed to accompany him.
Earlier tonight, he picked you up. You arrived at least thirty minutes after the party had started. The first person who greeted you was also the first person who met you. He welcomed you, and then said you could both help yourselves to whatever.
Leon led you around to his colleagues, letting them know who you were. Most of them were surprised to know he had a girlfriend since he kept his personal life rather private.
Some time into the party, he said he’d be right back. When he left, you felt rather awkward around his colleagues since they were in their own conversations. No worries. You’d wait for Leon. You kept your composure and didn’t let it show. You just checked your phone for some notifications that came in and occupied yourself with that.
Until you heard whispers that weren’t as quiet as they were supposed to be.
“I thought you said Leon got back with Claire.”
“I did! I mean… I thought he did.”
That caught your attention.
Leon told you about his previous girlfriend, Claire. They met on that dreadful day in ‘98 and survived with Sherry at their side.
Now, their jobs had them crossing paths on occasion, but it was never intentional. They both were confused, and believed since they had gone through something traumatic together, that meant they should be together. They did date in their late thirties, and it lasted for a year and a half.
Everyone thought they were a beautiful couple and assumed they’d end up get married. That was their goal, all while they both knew something was off. Eventually, neither of them could deal with that nagging feeling in their chest and confronted the situation head on.
They broke up on good terms, realizing they’d mistaken their platonic relationship for a romantic one.
When you started dating Leon, he made sure to explain it to you in the early stages of your relationship because he didn’t want you to feel comfortable. He even suggested you meet Claire, and knew you’d get along with her. She was kind and sweet towards you. She said there wasn’t anything you had to worry about, and encouraged your relationship.
“Okay so, what did he say to you?”
“He said he was bringing his girlfriend as his plus one. I just assumed it was Claire because she was the only girlfriend we knew about.”
“You didn’t think about asking him?”
As much as you tried to block the conversation, all of a sudden, you couldn’t. The pair kept making remarks about how they’d been waiting for Claire and Leon to get back together. Now they were “disappointed” to find out Leon’s girlfriend wasn’t her, but instead someone completely different.
It stung to hear these people you barely knew talking about you while you were at a distance away. There were a few subtle comments thrown in as well. Ones that were making you feel slightly insecure in what you hadn’t felt for years. You wondered if all the other colleagues of his were talking about you too.
Without Leon at your side, you became more and more uncomfortable. You glanced around again. No sight of him coming back from wherever he went.
Where was he?
You accidentally made eye contact with those two colleagues, still whispering as if you couldn’t hear them, and they immediately looked away.
It led you to notice the door leading outside to the courtyard. Stepping out for a bit seemed like a good idea. You’d gather your composure the best you could and then you’d come inside again. You made your quick escape, and then never came back inside.
“Hey, look at me.” Seeing as you weren’t answering, Leon moved his hands and placed them on your shoulders. He stood in front of you, his eyes narrowing in concern. “Tell me what’s going on?” Could you lie your way out of this? He already said he wouldn’t take, ‘Nothing’s wrong’, as an answer. You also didn’t want to make a big deal out of this.
Ever so hesitantly, you sighed out.
“When you left… I overheard some of your coworkers talking about me.” That immediately caught his attention, and not in a good way. You took a brief pause. You shouldn’t keep going, but now that you said it, he wouldn’t let you stop. “At first they were talking about how they thought you were with Claire again. Then they were expressing their disappointment that you weren’t with her, and that you were dating me instead.”
Leon was quiet. On the inside, he was fuming. Who the hell did they think they were talking about you when they’d just met you? You weren’t confrontational, he knew that. But he was. Especially when it came to his girlfriend.
His silence made you feel uneasy.
“I’m sorry, I know I’m too grown to be making a big deal out of this—” You were in your early 40s, and this was high school gossip. Instead, he cut you off.
“Hey, hey. I didn’t say any of that.” Leon squeezed your arms gently, “Your age doesn’t have anything to do with how you feel. You’re allowed to feel upset when people say things about you.”
Those self doubts were truly starting to get the better of you. You’d never really felt this way before in any of your past relationships. Though, Leon meant more to you than previous boyfriends. He was someone who put the same amount of effort and energy you did. He considered himself to be a busy man, yet, always found the time to be with you and made those moments special.
That’s what bothered you. His colleagues were insinuating you weren’t worthy of that or him.
“Their opinion about my relationship doesn’t matter to me, and it shouldn’t to you either.” He held your gaze as he spoke because he needed you to understand what you meant to him. “Do you want me to go say something to them?”
“No, no, it’s fine.” You said. You knew he’d defend you. Just that right now, you wanted his comfort. “Thank you… Can we stay out here a little longer?” You asked, and he nodded.
“Yeah. We’ll go back in whenever you’re ready.” That made you smile. “But if this happens again, I will say something to them about it.” He wrapped his arm around you to bring you closer to his side. He kissed your temple, and you leaned your head on his shoulder.
Something came into your vision. You furrowed your brows and focused on it.
A mistletoe. You lifted your head from Leon’s shoulder, meeting his gaze. That sly smirk was on his face, the one he always gave you whenever he did something he knew would annoy you.
“Well,” He dragged out. He swayed the small plant above your head gently, “Looks like we have to kiss now. I heard if you don’t kiss under a mistletoe, Santa gives them coal.”
Leon is sitting on the edge of the couch like he’s been placed there on purpose and forgotten, reading glasses low on his nose, book open, only to be closed again the second you shut the door.
“You’re late," he says.
“Hi to you too.”
You look at him properly now.
"You look like a statue. You been there a while?"
“Long enough to reconsider my life choices.”
You kick off your shoes.
You notice the blanket, and that the room is seriously warm.
“You’re under a heated blanket.”
“Don’t,” he says immediately.
You blink.
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t make it weird.”
You smile despite yourself and walk closer.
“Leon. You are a vampire using a heated blanket. It’s already weird.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Then what did you mean?”
He looks away like he’s considering whether honesty is worth the social consequences.
“…just sit down.”
You don’t sit down. You climb into his lap.
That earns you a look, almost like you've defeated him when he was trying so hard to keep up his defenses. Almost like he knew this was going to happen, and still failed to prevent it.
“You’re cold,” he says anyway.
“I’m always cold."
“I know."
You settle fully against him, and he exhales through his nose.
The blanket shifts immediately. He moves it over you both carefully.
“Oh,” you murmur, amused. “So this was for me."
“It’s not for you,” he says automatically.
You tilt your head up at him and his eyes flick to yours.
“…it’s so you don't turn into a block of ice when you decide you want to sit on me without warning."
You laugh softly into his shoulder.
“Very romantic."
“Don’t start."
“I didn’t say I didn’t like it."
He pauses faintly.
“I know you get cold,” he says, quieter now. “And I don’t like...” he stops, jaw tightening slightly. “I don’t like you adjusting away from me."
You press closer, slower this time.
“Oh,” you say again, but softer now. “So it is for me."
He doesn’t argue.
The blanket is already warm. The space between you already gone. You kiss his jaw again. He answers with the smallest sound. Soft enough that he probably hopes you didn't hear it.
Big bad vampire, yeah right...
When he speaks next, his voice drops into something almost normal again, but he still sounds like he’s embarrassed.
“…better?"
You smile into his collarbone.
“Yeah,” you say. “Don’t move."
“…wasn’t planning on it."
You grab the blanket. Bundle it up in his lap and sit on it so that everything gets nice and warm.
"What are you...?"
You smile at him.
"Trust me, in five minutes, you're going to be calling me a genius."
i believe leon's a sentimental bastard, yes, but i think if he has kids, it's going to insane levels. a memory book for every year, and HUNDREDS of photos of them. i feel like his parents were probably killed when he was young, and it bothers him that his memories of them have all but faded to blurry vignettes of his mother's smile and his father's music in a car. the smell of the cigars he used to smoke, maybe. he still keeps his dad's rusted lighter in the pocket of his work pants.
when his kids are little and he's watching over them while his spouse is out or at work or busy doing something else, he sketches them as they nap or play. his therapist got him back into drawing, saying something about a creative hobby that busies his hands being a good destressor. his little sketchbook is filled with lovingly crafted moments of smiles and the block towers they so proudly show him once finished.
he is so worried about forgetting something with a life he's worked tirelessly to protect. and he wants his own kids to have memories of their childhood, the memories he sometimes wishes he'd had. of it being something fond to remember.
i believe leon's a sentimental bastard, yes, but i think if he has kids, it's going to insane levels. a memory book for every year, and HUNDREDS of photos of them. i feel like his parents were probably killed when he was young, and it bothers him that his memories of them have all but faded to blurry vignettes of his mother's smile and his father's music in a car. the smell of the cigars he used to smoke, maybe. he still keeps his dad's rusted lighter in the pocket of his work pants.
when his kids are little and he's watching over them while his spouse is out or at work or busy doing something else, he sketches them as they nap or play. his therapist got him back into drawing, saying something about a creative hobby that busies his hands being a good destressor. his little sketchbook is filled with lovingly crafted moments of smiles and the block towers they so proudly show him once finished.
he is so worried about forgetting something with a life he's worked tirelessly to protect. and he wants his own kids to have memories of their childhood, the memories he sometimes wishes he'd had. of it being something fond to remember.
Rookie! Leon meets you for the first time during his first week on the force. He's in his blues, a bright pink sticky note in his hand and brows wrinkled in confusion as he reads over it.
You know the look, so it's easy to tell. Since you started your job you noticed a sort of pattern when rookies came into the café. The older guys would send them on a coffee mission with a long list of orders for them to balance back to the station.
Any other day, this might have irritated you and your coworkers. But Leon had that lost puppy look on his face and even before he opened the door, you were glancing at each other and whispering and giggling about who was going to help him.
You ended up on the register, your fellow baristas hovering over your shoulders to listen and read each order as you rang it in.
The attention makes him nervous, and when he notices how attentive you are, the way you help him with the more obscure drinks ("Yeah, our boss likes to mock the corporate coffees, it trips everyone up"), it makes his ears turn pink.
He'd expected dull eyes, a rush to get him out as quickly as possible but instead? Here you were guiding him through the whole thing and with the rest of your crew pushing most of the drinks out before he even gets the chance to pay.
"Damn, they loved you," one of the officers says when he returns. It's probably one of the quickest coffee runs a rookie's made, and everything was made right!
The station quickly learns that Leon is the one to send if they need things done right and quick. Not that he minds much, it's a chance to see you.
If things are slow when he shows up, he's asking questions and watching you work, cracking a joke here and there to make you smile. If it's busy, he waits patiently, flashes a thankful smile, and is on his way (though disappointed that he didnt get a chance to talk to you).
Soon enough, it becomes a habit for him to stop by on his way to the station, and your coworkers quickly catch on to why he does. He (not so subtlely) asks about you when you're not on shift. Sometimes he catches you coming back with gallons of milk in your hands and offers to help you carry them in. If the morning is especially slow and you and your crew are mixing and matching syrups, he'll try whatever you come up with.
After he leaves, your coworkers tease and grin at you and urge you to leave your number on a cup the next time he comes in. Each time, you refuse because what if they're seeing things? What if he already has someone and is just being nice because he's a genuinely nice guy?
"Nice going, rookie," Elliot says one day, clapping him on the shoulder. He swipes the coffee cup from Leon's desk and there, hidden under the cardboard sleeve, is your number. He didnt even know it was there!
The next day, there's a pep in his step. He's confident, ready to finally take that leap he'd been eyeing these past few weeks.
Through the glass door, Leon can see your coworkers laughing and shaking your shoulders, while you look like you'd rather crawl into a hole.
Because you hadn't written your number on the cup--- one of the others had. And now you didnt know what Leon was going to say. He didn't look upset, so that was good. Maybe he was just going to pretend it didnt happen? Maybe he didnt even notice it at all.
But part of you hoped he did. How that scenario would play out, you had no idea.
The nerves worsened as he drew closer to the counter. A chorus of "Hi Leon!" came from the others, who'd all drawn themselves back to fridges and espresso machines, pretending to be heavily invested in whatever they were doing.
Meanwhile, your heart is pounding in your chest, almost in your throat.
"Just the usual?" You manage once he's finally in front of you.
Your face is flushed and the way you bite your lip and avoid eye contact tells him exactly how nervous you are.
"So, I uh, I found your number," Leon starts. The confidence from earlier begins to waver. He made it this far, he thinks, he has to push through. "And I thought it'd be better to do this in person."
You try to steel your nerves. The moment of truth has arrived.
Leon sucks in a breath, preparing himself.
"Can I take you to dinner?" He asks, almost too quickly to understand.
The café feels too quiet. You can practically feel your coworkers staring you down from behind.
Your mind finally processes the question after a long beat of silence and your voice has disappeared, so you nod vigorously. A wide smile has found its way to your face and whatever tension might have been in his shoulders slips away.
Friday at seven, it's decided.
And as he's leaving, excitement buzzing in his chest, he hears you thanking your coworkers for sneaking your number on that cup.
Leon coming home to you having passed out on the couch after work. It's barely past six, you weren't waiting up for him or anything. And yet you're in a deep sleep, dead to the world. You've basically shoved yourself in the back cushions of the couch. He laughs quietly at you and pulls the throw blanket back over you properly before curling around you on the edge of the couch and shutting his own eyes with a deep sigh. His foot is hanging off the arm of the couch because it's a touch too small for him, but he's never been more comfy.
You make fun of Leon's reading glasses, calling him a name. To teach you a lesson, he shows you exactly what this old man still has in him...
“Wow.”
“What’s that?” Leon asks, glancing over the line of his reading glasses. Could he not have picked more…contemporary-looking frames? The spectacles sit on the tip of his straight nose, a wiry pair with thick, rectangular lenses that makes his piercing blue eyes look just shy of twice their size.
“Nothin’,” you coo, pulling back the covers so you can prepare to meet the crisp, freshly-washed linens for another night of sleeping like a baby. In his old age, Leon became a lot more picky about the thread count of his sheets, suffering far too much at the hands of BOWs and terrorists to dream on anything less than Egyptian cotton.
“Doesn’t sound like nothin,” he counters, setting down the manilla folder he was holding hostage in his lap. It lands with a squelch on the nightstand, alongside his 9mm handgun, tucked safely away in his leather holster, and his mulberry silk eye mask. “Sounds like you’re making fun of my glasses.”
“I would never do such a thing,” you retort teasingly, settling into your side of the bed, your tired, achy body screaming at the relief the mattress immediately provides. The sheets are cool and smooth, and you shaved your legs just for the occasion. There’s nothing like the feeling of cotton bed dressings on silky skin, and you nearly moan at the sensation.
“I think you’re lying. You’re totally making fun of me.” He doesn’t pout or grimace, but the corner of his mouth curls upward into a smirk, creasing one of the deeper lines around it. “Go ahead, say what you wanna say.”
“Oh, nothing,” you coo, taking the pin out of your hair, shaking your locks free. “I think they’re…cute.”
“Cute?”
“Kinda make you look old.”
He huffs, feigning offense, pressing a dramatic palm to his heart. “Old?”
“Oh, come on, Leon. Don’t tell me you picked out those readers because they look hip.”
“Hip?” He chuckles darkly. “Now who’s old?” Leaning in, he comes close enough to where you can smell the spice radiating off the heat of his skin. “I don’t think people say ‘hip’ anymore, sweetie.”
“At least I can see something that’s five inches in front of me, old man.”
“Old man? You’re asking for it,” he threatens in a low growl. The sound sends a bolt of electricity straight to the apex of your thighs, and a heat to the pit of your stomach, churning your insides like a vat of butter.
Past the wrinkles that line the corners of his eyes, the skin between his brows, the flat plane of his forehead, Leon is as virile and sprite as you assume he was in his youth. All sinew and brawn, his bicep is probably the size of your thigh, and the way the ridges of his abdomen contract whenever he laughs or speaks…
There’s nothing elderly about that.
Meeting him half-way, only a nudge away from a kiss, you goade, deciding that you like wherever this little tiff is heading. “Asking for what, old man?”
Leon retreats and sits up, spine no longer flush to the upholstered headboard, to snatch the t-shirt right off his back. “That’s it, young lady. I’ve had it with you.”
He dives right into you like a lifeguard at the sight of flailing hands above water, immediately pinning your arms into the mattress, keeping them raised at either side of your head. His hands lock with yours, fingers interlacing in a hot clasp.
You hum into his mouth, into the kiss that’s all tooth and tongue. “Leon, slow down.” Words garbled are caught by his lips, your nose bumped by the glasses still hanging onto his face.
“No can do, kiddo,” he says, retreating a few inches. “Gotta show you what this old man can do, isn’t that right?”
Pulling your wrists above your head, he keeps them bolted down with one hand while the other yanks your satin sleep shorts off your hips until you’re bare from the waist down. He pumps himself in his hand a few times before lining the head of his cock at your entrance.
With a mean and sudden stretch of your entrance, he plunges into you, and you cry out, unable to contain the sound in your throat. He knows just how much you like it when you’re not too wet, and can savor the way he pushes you to your limit, now being a prime example.
“Leon,” you yelp, arms writhing against the lock he maintains on your wrists.
“Fuck,” he groans, beginning to thrust into you. “Is this alright?”
Even when he’s trying to be rough and domineering, he’s still a sweetheart. He can never quite break that habit, no matter how much you beg him to let go.
“Yes, please more.”
“Okay, hold on,” he growls, unanchoring his hand at the crook of your waist to pull one of your legs up by your side until your knee is nearly kissing your shoulder. The one arm that is still extended to pin you down is a sight for sore eyes. His tricep, a big, bulging ball of muscle, flexes as he adjusts, and with the new angle, you’re already a weeping, slobbering mess. “There we go. That’s it. You’re so fucking tight–ah shit. So gorgeous.”
He looks down through the lenses of his glasses, admiring your beauty sprawled out beneath him. “How’d an old man like me get so lucky to end up with someone like you?”
You giggle as he continues to pump in and out of you, head hitting your cervix with each roll of his hips.
• Your husband, Leon, usually works late, often coming home long after you've already fallen asleep. Still, no matter how late it is, he always slips quietly into bed beside you, careful to not wake you up and he instinctively pulls you into his arms before he lets himself rest, but not before he confesses something in quiet of the night, he murmurs in that soothing tone of his, "baby.. I am sorry I was late, I love you, and know home isn't this place, where I come to sleep, you are", and then he gently kisses your neck, you just stir , a sleepy smile playing on your lips, feeling you were dreaming it all, and he carefully brings you even closer to him until you are flushed against his chest and then only he sleeps.
• By morning, you almost always wake up tangled together, finding him clinging to you as though you were a part of his own skin. But sometimes he has to leave before sunrise for missions that seem to take the life out of him and on those mornings, you wake to find his side of the bed completely empty, the sheets already cold. And no matter how used to it you should be by now, it still disappoints you every single time —more than you are willing to admit.
• honestly you know everything with Leon comes with his job, and you really dont want to be a selfish brat, asking for more, or be a burden to him , already knowing that Leon does everything in his power to balance the work life and one with you: though it doesn't make it any easier for you and your poor heart — and you can't help but secretly pray for days he finally retires, so you could spend each and every single day with him.
• Spending mornings with your husband, isn't as constant as you'd like, but somehow, you still find yourself looking forward to every single one — the quiet mornings where he's beside you, holding you close, as if the rest of the world ceased to exist around you both.
• That aside, you love the mundane mornings with Leon. After all they're your favorite — not just favourite but your everything. And the quiet ones too, where the world hasn't quite woken up yet, and he's completely still in your arms, while you just smile taking in his bare and vulnerable form: in your gaze and play absentmindedly with his hairs while he buries himself closer to you, and the only sound he makes being the occasional sharp breath as he holds you just a little tighter, and even in sleep he refuses to let you go.
• Your arms lazily caressed his bare back, your fingertips absentmindedly tracing the letters of your name against his skin while you simply lay there, looking at him, somehow falling even harder for him with every passing day. Without thinking, the words slipped past your lips, quiet enough that they almost disappeared into the silence. "Even if the world ceases to exist... I hope we can still be together." Your eyes burned with hushed tears as you continued to mumble incoherent little wishes that only made sense to you. "I wish today never ends, and tomorrow never comes... that we stay frozen here, like two birds who refused to fly away from the veil of love."
• Your husband Leon loves morning kisses and no matter how stinky you both are he loves it, because somehow it is uniquely yours, your musk is something that runs in him like a primal instinct which he can't help but breathe in.
• Leon mostly sleeps naked beside you, because he says he likes to 'feel free in his sleep' and not be bound by anything external— okay maybe the true reason is he loves to fuck you wildly, first thing in the morning, no matter how tired you both are night before, or even if you didnt sleep an eye, he had make sure next morning he shows you again, how extremely beautiful you are and how much he loves you.
• Leon is definitely a light sleeper if you are not beside him. But if you are, it's almost always you who wakes up first, leaving you to admire your Greek god of a husband while he sleeps peacefully beside you. Though on the rare mornings when Leon wakes up first, he never gets out of bed immediately. Instead, he simply lies there, quietly staring at you, noticing and observing every little thing you do in your sleep. By now, he has mapped every tiny sound you make while you're deeply asleep, every little habit you've never even realized you have.
• The way your hand lazily drapes across his arms as he faces you, the way one of your legs always finds its place over his hipbone without fail. He traces your features with his eyes alone— your closed eyelids, your lips, your cheeks as though he's committing them to memory all over again.
• Then, so gently, he tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear before quietly murmuring, "Gorgeous." He loves waking up to find you tangled all over him in the mornings, something he never thought he'd get to experience. And somehow, seeing it play out day after day never loses its magic. It simply finds its way deeper into his heart, warming every part of it.
• Leon loves to have morning sex with you and by now its almost like a ritual to him and without it he can't seen to function at all.
• His morning voice is something that makes your pussy clench around nothing but need of his cock, you always get shocked how easily turned on you get, with nothing but his voice, but you also love how deep and husky his voice in the morning, and it gets the strained edges at his words carry when he sleepily mumble, "morning princess," and you just moan in response, while kissing his forehead gently, "morning, baby", and he just easily unclasps your bra, while slowly playing with your hardened peaks, and you chuckles breathlessly, "how do you always have this much stamina?!" making you shudder all over again, "because I love you and need you.", he says desperately, and a low chuckles rumbles in his chest which vibrates against your whole body, and you just nod in response almost frantic, because god forbid you want him desperately too, and its the only, permission he needs.
• when Leon has days off he spend most day in bed with you by fucking you or just holding you against him.
• he usually wakes you up by tracing circles over your lower back and when you do wake up: he doesn't wait for you to settle anymore instead he pulls you on top of his thighs while his erected cock slaps against the crease of your ass, making you shriek in giggles and soon before you know it, he is rubbing your clit, with immense pressure, while you just sleepily moan, feeling the pressure of — pleasure building in your core and lower belly, then he just looks up at you while laying flat on his back as you straddle either side of his thighs and your knees presses in the mattress beneath you, and Leon mutters huskily, sliding his hands up until he is palming your breasts and kneading them gently with his calloused palms, "i need you to ride me, fuck--", you just breathe still half-asleep and shift your weight and hover over his tip, "sit down, darling", he commands, but doesnt wait for you to respond instead he grabs your waist, and pulls you down onto his cock, and your back arches off while you gasp his name like a prayer, 'you are so deep baby', you manage, because if anything you have never felt this way, this loved, this desired, and all of it is happening while your husband remained pussy-drunk, is the best thing that has happened to you, and soon you found yourself cursing in languages you didnt even know, as he hits the right spot in one push inside your core, "leon-- god", and he grunts, "thats right baby, i am your god", then he digs his fingers tightly in your hips bruising your skin, until he is rubbing the ridge of your g-spot, and you close your eyes everytime, he thrust his hips upward from the bed and slams into you, making your wall spasm around him, and you feel your pussy remembering each and one of his veins that are running alongside his cock and he moans your name, while your head falls back and you hold his pecs to support yourself, and he just smiles crinkling his eyes, before slamming few more thrusts and rubbing your clit until you are a dump for his cum, and when you are both done at the same time he lets you ride your high and you feel him spurting his seed deep into your womb, until your guts are marked by his semen, and the room is filled by the obscene sounds and words.
• He loves to finger fuck you awake every morning, and if you were to tell the truth you love finding him breathing into the crook of your neck while he lays beside you and his fingers remains curled inside your cunt, as he hooks them under the right spot, while holding you close to him, not caring his erect cock lined up to crease of your ass, and you feel your wetness drip all over his hand, while his other hand plays with your nipples pulling and rolling them between his fingers, though you never complained to him, because who in the right mind would, because waking up like this was one of your favourite moments.
• Some nights, he falls asleep still buried inside you, his cock nestled deep in your cunt. And in the morning, when the orange light filters through the curtains, you feel him stir— first as a twitch, then a slow, deliberate roll of his hips, circling, searching, until he finds that right spot, the one you could never quite reach yourself. And you feel him throb and getting even harder, as his cock stretches your walls and his length fills you completely, owning every inch of your cunt.
• Your eyes flutter open, heavy with sleep and sudden arousal of the feeling of his cock in you, and the words slip out of you in a voice you barely recognize as yours, raspy and needy, "Morning to you too, baby." He just chuckles, the sound vibrating through his chest against your flushed back. "Missed you," he murmurs, and begins to move in an earnest way. But soon, as you let him push deeper, instinct inside you takes over, and without a thought, you spread your legs wider, and folding them back to rest over his thighs, opening yourself completely to give him an easy access. Then he grunts as he knows what you did, breathing and cooing into your neck, 'while breathing thank you darling,' then he sinks deeper at the new angle, filling you until you feel the pulse of him against your cervix, and then his hand drifts lower, finding your clit with precised accuracy, and his fingers pinch, roll, and rubbing your engorged nub— and your nerves explode like live wires under his touch, sparking pleasure through your half-awake body in violent, beautiful waves, while he erupts his seed into you. And yeah. That was another favorite way to wake up.
• Some mornings, when you wake up, Leon asks you to walk on his back to massage his sore muscles with your feet. You happily oblige, carefully stepping across his back while he lets out quiet groans of relief. And once you're done, he always thanks you in his 'own' way, by that you mean he fucks you into a coma to show his gratitude.
• Every night before going to bed, Leon makes it a habit to lock the bedroom door so your kids can't come barging in without knocking and accidentally find the two of you like... this. According to him, he's simply saving them from future trauma. Honestly, you can't even argue with that — because what can you even say, Leon has always been a smart man.
• though he hates some mornings. When he's buried deep inside you, your hips locked together in that perfect, lazy rhythm, and then a knock comes, small fists banging against wood, high voices calling "Mommy? Daddy?", and you both freeze, suspended in that agonizing space between pleasure and responsibility, and soon you both just chuckle shaking your head, and say simultaneously, "coming, baby." Then he pulls his cock out of you with a wet, filthy sound, his cock leaving you empty and aching, while you still throb and his member glistening and hard against his stomach. You watch his jaw tighten, the muscle jumping there as he suppresses a groan of pure frustration.
• then both of you scramble away from each other and he yanks up his boxers that do nothing to hide his arousal, so he wears his pants too, and you pull the sheets up to your chest as if the cotton could erase the flush on your skin.
• after that parent mode switched on like a flashlight and then other soft voices and cereal bowls and finding lost shoes, fills the air, though the unspoken ache between you and Leon humms like a live wire.
• But after, the backpacks are hoisted, and you send them over to the bus, Leon clicks the door shut with a finality that breaks the spell.
• He turns to you in the sudden silence, his eyes dark, and your gaze lower , towards his pants that he already lowered, and then he removes them altogether, before stepping towards you, "Quick," he growls, and he doesnt wait instead he is already backing you against the kitchen counter, lifting your nightgown, finding you still wet from before. "Need to fill you before I leave" and you just nod in agreement and he sinks his cock back in where he left off, desperately chasing the interruption away with every sharp thrust until you're both breathing with need of each other. Then in another few more thrusts he has you clenching around him while you milk every drop of his cum. Yeah. He really fucking hates those mornings. But he always likes the latter.
• some mornings he sleeps on your stomach and you wake up to find him holding your waist while he clings to you like stars in the night sky.
• Some mornings, you wake not to light, but to sensation of a rhythmic pulsing between your legs, wet that pulls you from sleep like a tide. And your eyes flutter open to the sight of him there, nestled between your thighs, his mouth working your cunt with devoted precision.
• You groan, still half-drowned in dreams, and your hands find his hair, gripping them and you buck your hips upward to give him better access, then you press yourself harder against his tongue. He hums against you, the vibration sending electric shocks inside your cunt, and slowly he starts sucks your clit into his mouth, vacuuming, it until you are crying out in pleasure, while his fingers soon find its way and curl inside your hole, seeking that spot, finally he finds that spongy bud inside. The one that makes your vision blur and you gasp his name, "Go deeper," you pant, and he obeys hungrily, groaning against your folds while fucking you with his fingers , while his tongue never stops its assault on your nub. Your orgasm builds like a storm, your thighs trembles around his head, hips stuttering, until you're clenching around his mouth — and spilling your juices onto his tongue in shuddering waves. He licks every drop you give him unhurriedly, not stopping until you've finished twitching beneath him. Then slowly with a satisfied sound, he moves upward, crawling over your body, and his mouth finds yours, and you moan into the kiss, tasting yourself on his lips, your arousal mingling between your tongues. Then he pulls back just enough to smirk, eyes dark with satisfaction. "This dessert," he murmurs then he leans down pressing his head onto your chest while giving your cunt a little slap, making you twitch out of your body, "I could eat all day." And God help you— your pussy throbs all over again, already hungry, at the sound of his voice.
• and just like that, waking up beside Leon becomes something far too special, and you find yourself engraving every quiet, sweet, and intimate moment deep into the memory of your soul —something you'll carry with you even to the grave.
thinking about soft, annoying old man leon recruiting his kids into being little shits like him
he’s been around you long enough now to know you inside and out, in every way possible, especially when it comes to pissing you off.
he can’t help it, the way you roll your eyes at his god awful dad jokes, or throw things at him when he slaps your ass in the kitchen. blowing raspberries into your neck when you’re trying to cook a nice meal.
he loves irritating you in the silliest ways, and he’s even worst when it comes to you two having kids.
“buddy, go ask your mom to pick up a can of tartan paint at the store.”
just to run from you trying to kill him, declaring you can never go back to that store.
or he’s giving your youngest a rubber spider to hide in your purse, him and the kids snickering from the playroom when you screech.
scooping them up and grinning like an idiot when they make terrible jokes and giggle before they can tell it to you.
“yeah, definitely my kids.”
i love u soft old man. save us dad leon.
this is also just a drabble whilst i work on an actual series instead of random oneshots. hoping it’ll be out mid july if not before. enjoy my nonsense brain dumps about random leon scenes for now!
After a long and exhausting day at R.P.D, citizens doing stupid shit that requires him to do extra work, all he wants is to go home, take off his uniform and fall on top of you while burying his head into your chest. Its like his safe place. His absolute adores it.
So it’s no surprise when the tired rookie officer came home, letting out a deep lengthy sigh, and quickly locked eyes on your relaxed form lounging on the couch.
“Leon, hello baby. You look extra tired today hun.” You spoke in a soothing tone, and it was the most beautiful thing he has heard all day. His eyes closed in relief before quickly opening to remove his police gear.
“Just.. ahh.. a long day.. Traffic stops and angry drivers.. someone threw their drink on me and Lt. Branagh was really trying to get me to work more independently. Just a lot today..” Leon gave you a weak reassuring smile. You knew he was beyond exhausted and needed to rest.
“Well.. how about you change out of your uniform and come lay with me?” You offered. By the way his eyes sparkled, and the way he sprinted to your shared bedroom, you knew he loved that idea, very very much.
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Leon was now laying ontop of you, face nuzzled deep into the soft flesh of your breasts. His arms were wrapped tightly around your waist as he just listens to you talk about what you did today. Your forensic science class was fine, you did some exciting things and you mention how you couldn’t wait to work in the criminal justice system with him. He nods along to what you’re saying, his lips grazing and intentional pressing into the plush warm exposed skin of your cleavage.
“And.. I did a bit of cleaning when I got home..” Your voice gets slower and smoother, as though it’s coated in honey, sweet delicious honey. Leons eyes slowly gaze up at you, cheeks a beautiful faint shade of pink. “Mm.. mhm. I smell the.. the fresh air freshener. Mm.”
He presses his lips to your chest once again, but with more intension, his left hand dragging up from your waist and cups the underside of your left breast. His eyes flutter when he realizes you are not wearing a bra. Of course he doesn’t mind, and it is nothing new, but it makes heat grow between his legs, and makes his pants tighten uncomfortably. “Mmm.. i really did miss you all day.. baby..”
You bit your plump bottom lip, your hand going into his dirty blonde hair and running through it. “Did you? I can tell. You’re acting like a puppy. If you had a tail it would be wagging.” Leon chuckled and slowly lifts up your shirt up, his hips shifting forward to seek for some relief.
“You order me around like one.. oh fuck..” Leon watches as your tits come into view, you help him out by fully removing the shirt and throwing it onto the floor. Leon is practically salivating. Your breasts are the perfect size, so you. “God.. you’re so pretty baby..”
Leon leans forward and presses his lips to the top of your left tit, his hand giving it a gentle squeeze and his thumb grazing over your nipple. You sigh out shakily and comb your hand through his hair. “Needy like one too..”
“Mmm.. sure.. I can be whatever you want.. just don’t make me stop, love.” His fingers tug a little at your nipple as his hips grind forward, his hard cock pressing desperately against your clothed pussy. God it felt good. Everything with him did. You spread your legs more and wrapped them around his hip and thighs, letting him get perfectly positioned where he wanted. His dry thrust now perfectly hit your clit. You whine out softly, pressing his face a tad deeper into his chest.
Leons groans out in joy, unable to properly breathe with his face so deep in your tit, his tongue traces down to your areola, moving his head around just a bit so his tongue can trace your darkened skin. “Nn.. fuuck..” leon moans out, voice shaking to suppress a weak whimper. His right hand quickly attaches to your neglected tit, squeezing it and massaging the soft mound in his hand.
Your back arched up towards him, his hips rubbing slowly but desperately into your own. Your soaked pussy pulsing and wetting through your pj shorts. You swear his gray sweats have a pretty recognizable spot too, his own weeping cock steadily oozing out pre-cum at the feel of your tit against his mouth, and your clothed cunt dragging against his cock. “Yes leon baby.. s’good.. oh god..” you softly coo to the lust hungry cop.
“Why.. haa— are you so.. beautiful?” Its more of a question to the universe than one to you, but you acknowledge it with a moan nonetheless. His lip now latch to your perked nipple, a desperate whine unable to be hidden, rolls from Leons mouth. Your body is simply divine, Aphrodite simply had to play a significant role, if not favor you entirely. Leons body trembled as his tongue circles your nipple, flicking it with the very tip and gently catching it between his teeth. Your moans and desperate pleas for ‘more.. more oh god please baby please’ seem to put him into overdrive.
As if his sloppy humps could get more wonderful, they speed up even more, he moves his left hand shakily, pulling his sweats and boxers down enough to rub his bare cock right against your soddened shorts. It makes him shutter, his pre-cum mixing with your slick. His mouth moves to your right breast, moaning more confidently as his hips thrust forward. His mouth hollows out, head quickly shaking side to side before he lets go with a pop! He looks up at your face, drool coating his chin and lips, watching your flushed needy face.
You moan wantonly, hands grabbing onto his hair desperately. You can feel his mushroom tip catch on your clit over and over, it leaves you feeling the warm bubbly feeling building up in your tummy. “L-Leeeon.. oh goood..” He takes his hand and shakily pumps himself a few times with a whine, coating himself in his pre-cum. “Shit.. shitshitshit..” he whines. Then, he quickly pulls your shorts down and throws them down with his last bit of patience.
Using his thumb, he pulls aside your slick ruined panties and drools at your leaking entrance. You both know your both more than lubricated with your natural fluids to go ahead, and thus, he presses his cock tip against your pussy. You both moan out in unison as he slowly sinks into your warm cunt, like it was made exactly for his size and thickness, every sensitive spot perfectly kissed and prodded.
When Leon bottoms out, he leans forward, kissing you deeply before his hands press your tits together. His tongue running against the seam of your lips as you open up for him. His hips move at a steady pace, seeing as you aren’t way too tight thanks to your arousal. Your head falls back, breaking the kiss as his cock hits the exact spots you like. Leon watches your expression with parted, glossy lips. His eyes hooded and heavy with pleasure and lust. He lets out a moan seeing how far gone you are. Leon slowly presses his face into your breasts, licking his tongue between your cleavage.
“Fuh…Fuuuck L-Leeeon… b-baby im.. im close..” You watch him moan into your chest as his hips speed up to chase his impending orgasm. Seems like he is close too. You start to pant it rapidly, your body tensing everytime his cock kisses your cervix and bangs against your swollen g-spot. Your legs are shaking, chest pressing into his face as your back arches up.
“Ah… Leon.. I-Im gonna—!” Leon quickly raises his head from your heavenly tits, because the thing he loves most is looking at you when you reach your peak. Your cunt starts to spasm around his cock as you reach your high, soaking his cock and milking him for all hes worth. His hands cradle your face and he thrusts into you steadily to drag it out blissfully. Leons breathing quickly increases as you look at him with your blissed out eyes, his thrusts quickening to chase his own orgasm. “Fuck fuck.. gonna.. wanna.. cum on your tits…” You give him a nod of approval
He pulls out of you in a hurry and in a few strokes, releases thick strings of white cum over your breasts, his mouth agape and hips twitching forward into his hand as he marks your chest. “Fuck.. oh fuck fuck…”
Leon’s knees give out on him and he falls forward, catching himself with his arms and delicately laying himself ontop of you. Yours arms wrap around his back.
“Oh god.. leon you got me all messy.. now i need a shower..” You rub his back soothingly, clearly your tone is light and soft. Leon gives you a peck on the chin.
“I can join you! I can um.. help you clean off the mess on your bo— i mean chest.. i can help.” Leon was quick to offer joining you in the shower. Of course he was.
“Leon.. I know what you want.”
“What?! I just want to help! Im a cop, it’s my job.”
In the end, you couldn’t say no, and what was supposed to be a 10 minute shower, ended up being a 30 minute one.
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