sum; being inexperienced meant you didn't know your true limits. being with Leon meant you wanted to push those limits.
content; size kink, unprotected sex, overconfident!reader, sort of bratty!reader, inexperienced!reader, there's a hint of Leon being pushy/mean, but in a consensual way (idk how to tag that LMAO), squirting, a little degrading, no specific leon era for this one, this is really just pure filth because I drove myself insane last week LMFAO
wc; 3.5k
a/n; GOD, this choice was hard, guys... im so sorry to those who chose chris for my poll, but I hope this & my last chris post made up for it!!
Leon knew you were a bit of a special case from the moment he met you. Where people would usually be shy, nervous, not confident enough to approach someone, you were... quite the opposite. You approached with a fire in your eyes and a buzz rushing through you and into him, and you weren't even drinking. The moment you approached him at that club, he knew you'd be a problem. And a problem you were. A good one. A problem he was lucky to have.
Until it came to things like intimacy. You'd managed to score a few dates, and eventually, you two ended up dating. The only problem? Once it was official, you became a little insistent on intimacy. Not forcing, but definitely making moves more often. Leon wanted to, he really did, but given the talks you'd had in the past about your lack of experience and how you didn't know what you could and couldn't take because you had never even felt the need for a sex toy on your own, Leon worried that it'd stunt your intimate moments as a couple.
Eventually, of course, Leon gave in, but only to an extent. He'd eaten you out, finger fucked you like his life depended on it, fucked your thighs, and yet, he refused to let you even suck him off, let alone take him into your impossibly achey and needy pussy. He always told you he was too big. He worried it'd hurt you, whether it was your mouth or your pussy. You knew he was big, and you still insisted.
You crawled into bed with him, just like normal, snuggling into his side as he read the book you'd recently recommended to him. He tugged you closer, leaning down to kiss your temple as he closed the book, seemingly ready for bed. It was approaching 9 o'clock, and he had an early meeting, you knew. The early meeting didn't stop you from snuggling up closer until you shuffled into his lap, straddling his hips and looking down at him with a grin. His hands rested at your hips.
"Really? We're doing this again?" He mused, low and laced with exhaustion.
"For real this time, because I'm tired of you giving me excuses." You huffed, hips already beginning to move in slow, easy motions back and forth.
"They're not excuses, they're honesty and protection. You think I haven't wanted so badly to bend you over and take you? Of course I have." He scoffed, hands soothing up your sides as he exhaled slowly.
"So why haven't you?"
"Because I'm too big for you. We'd need to take a lot of time to get you ready. You can barely take three of my fingers before you tell me it's too much." He explained simply, like it was a choice between what deal to go for in a grocery store.
"So what? The shapes are entirely different! How do we even know if I could take it if we don't try?" You frowned, hips wriggling incessantly.
"No, honey. I'm not gonna let your confidence get the better of you." He moved to lift you off his lap, but you grabbed his hands and pinned them beside his head. He raised a brow at you.
"Just the tip. That's all I wanna try." You insisted.
"You know, you holding me down has no change on my answer. It's sexy, but no." He laid his head back and hummed idly.
"Leeooon!" You pouted, hips grinding harder. You could feel his cock stiffening in his sweats. "Please, Lee, just the tip, and if it doesn't fit first try, we can stop."
"Usually, the guy begs for 'just the tip'," he chuckled. "Poor thing, I've really ruined you, haven't I?" He clicked his tongue, feigning guilt.
"Not yet 'cause you won't fuck me right." You grumbled.
"Oh, is that so? I don't fuck you right? Then how come I've got you cumming on my fingers and my mouth and my fucking thighs every other night? Huh? Care to explain that, if I don't fuck you right?" He took his hands from your grasp, one hand grabbing your chin and making you whine, brows furrowing.
"You won't fuck me the right way 'cause you think I can't take it."
"I really don't think you can." He agreed.
"Please, baby!" You shifted, only for him to stop you. "Please, I promise, if it doesn't work, I won't ask again, not until you can prep me right."
"You," he exhaled, grabbing you by the waist, sitting up. "Are such a fucking brat." He cursed, rolling over so that you were flat on your back with his body pinning you down.
You looked up at him, biting at your lower lip. He watched you for a moment, squinting. "Please?" You barely whispered.
"Fine. But don't think you're not gonna get something in return for your behavior. I'm only stalling because I don't have time to fuck around."
"But you have time to fuck me? Good, I wasn't sure I'd be able to wait much longer." You grinned, giggling like a kid who'd just been told they won a million dollars.
"Fuckin' brat." He chuckled, leaning in for a kiss. You met eagerly, lips pressing into his while your arms came to wrap around his neck. Despite his rough words, his hand came to tenderly cup your cheek, deepening the kiss. His other hand worked its way downward to the hem of your night gown, pushing it upward to expose what he expected would be a lace pair of panties—tonight it was bare in two different ways. How did he not feel that through his sweats? Jesus, you knew he'd give in.
He didn't bother trailing his hands up and down, teasing, instead going straight in to press his hand against your mound. You shivered slightly, mouth falling agape at the feeling of his cold fingers pressing between your folds. Of course, he didn't take any time to prep you with his fingers, just simply using two fingers to spread your arousal and massage your clit to accumulate more to act as lube. He knew it probably wouldn't work too well at first, but it'd have to do.
Your hands reached down, pushing lazily at the waistband of his sweats. "It's unfair." You pouted.
"Unfair? Honey, you came to me like this. You came to me all shaven, no panties, not even shorts." He took your complaint, shifting to push down his pants and boxers, letting his cock spring free. He shimmied out of the clothes and kicked them aside before settling his cock against your lower belly, letting you see the size properly. You swallowed, biting your lip as you looked up at him. He had a cocky look, like he expected you to change your mind.
"What? I didn't say stop. Keep going." You huffed, but Leon could hear the faint waiver of your voice as you spread your legs wider.
"God, you really are a needy little brat." He pulled his hips back, sliding his cock between your folds to gather some of your wetness along his length, focusing on coating his tip thoroughly. "You can still back out." He looked back up at you as he lined up with your entrance, using two fingers to carefully hold your folds open for him.
"No. Now hurry up and put your dick in me before I fall asleep." You huffed up at him, hips wriggling eagerly.
"Don't say I didn't warn you."
With that, he made the first move, careful as he pushed in, his tip nudging into you. His tip didn't even get inside before you gave a whimper, thighs shaking unexpectedly as your pussy twitched against his tip. He looked down at you, brow raised.
"Shut up. Try again." You demanded, teeth gritted slightly.
Despite that not being the original arrangement, he tried again, hissing as he nearly notched the tip inside, only for your hips to twitch away, overwhelmed at the way his tip tried to intrude so suddenly.
"What did I tell you?" He deadpanned down at you. "Come on, honey, let's just do it the normal way."
"Noo! No, this is the normal way!" You insisted. "'S not my fucking fault you've got a fucking monster cock."
"Mmh, you flatter me, sweetheart." He chuckled, leaning in to shut you up with a kiss. You expected him to pull away and call it a night, but his hand crept down again, thumb pressing to your clit and getting your walls to ease up ever so slightly, a soft mewl leaving you. With you melting into the pleasure, he took a selfish opportunity to push again. You gasped, a choked sound leaving you as his tip notched inside of you finally. You gave a stifled cry, hands flying to claw at his shoulders as your eyes squeezed shut.
"Fuck—okay, I-i don't know if I can do it anymore." You admitted, huffing with uneven breaths as you looked down where you two met. It really was just the tip, and you were already backing out.
"Oh, no," he pulled back, faux pity on his face. "Poor thing, you bit off too much, and now you can't chew? What a shocker." He watched you shiver and twitch, breath shaky as his tip stayed barely notched inside your impossibly tight, unadjusted cunt. "You told me I didn't fuck you right, so now I'm gonna show you just how well I can fuck."
"'M sorry, I thought I—"
"You thought you could take it? Yeah. And you didn't listen to my warning? Of course not. You never listen." You felt him push forward again, and another squeak left your lips, followed by a gasp. He didn't even push in another inch and you were pushing at his hips to get him to pull out.
"Fuck! I'm—haah—I'm sorry!" You looked up at him, brows furrowing.
"Admit it." He demanded, cock pushing its way in ever so slightly, but the burn was far from slight. You choked on something akin to a cry, and he swatted your thigh. "Admit that you've been nothing but a bratty little bitch and now you're whiney because you can't fucking take it."
Tears brimmed your lash line, lower lip falling and letting a small whine fall from your throat. "I-i can't take it, and I.." you paused with a gasp, walls squeezing around the first inch and a half of his length. Your head fell back, nails dragging down his front as your thighs trembled. "Fuck!"
"It's too late. If I stop now, all your progress will be lost. You don't want that, do you, honey?" He teased. You shook your head desperately. The stretch burned, his cock insistent as he felt you twitching and trying desperately to make room for him inside of you.
"Please," you whispered, eyes fluttering closed.
"Please, what?" He prodded for more from you. "I can't do what you want if you don't tell me. You were so eager earlier, now you can't talk? Typical." He scoffed.
"Please, just fuck me already!" You cried, breath hitching as his hips nudged back and pushed forward, allowing another inch to fit. He went through that cycle for a while—pulling back, pushing deeper, every push forcing a gasp or a stifled moan from you—until he was fully sheathed inside of you, your pussy impossibly stretched past every limit you didn't know about. His cockhead was snug against your cervix, barely fitting him all the way in. It was a good thing Leon knew how to properly get you going, or he'd be struggling to fit more than he already was.
By the time he was snug, fully pushed inside of you, your head had fallen limp, eyes closed, lips open with heavy breaths falling. He found it amusing, given he hadn't even tried to fuck you yet, and you were already beyond spent and shaky. He chuckled, watching you finally lift your head to look down where your bodies met.
"Holy fuck." You breathed. You could see a small bulge in your lower belly where he had somehow miraculously managed to fit inside of you, now bulging with his massive he was. Not only that, but you had never felt this full. Even when he was using his fingers to fuck you and you complained that his fingers were too thick and you felt 'sooo full'.
"You happy now? Now that you've got a proper cock inside of you?" He taunted quietly, bringing a hand to grasp your chin and tilt your head back and forth, he fingers lightly squishing your cheeks together.
"Uh-huh." You tried to nod in his grasp, dazed and, although embarrassingly, cock-drunk without even being properly fucked. He wasn't even grinding his hips, making no attempt to move, and he relished in the way your body responded to him. He thought it was the best thing ever when you'd cry and squirm, and this made things a whole lot better. He leaned back slightly, taking in the sight of you stretched out around his cock.
He dropped one hand, thumb finding your clit. You twitched, whining slightly as your walls clamped down around him. "What, you're already that fucking close? You're getting all twitchy and whiney so soon." He purred, hips pulling backward slowly, cock dragging out of you until his tip was all that was left. You looked down and watched, brows furrowed with need.
It burned with both pain and pleasure as he pushed back in faster than before. You moaned louder this time, back arching as your hands flew to grab his shoulders for support. Your eyes squeezed shut, mouth agape as he fucked his cock into you at a pace that overwhelmed your senses. Pain burned away and morphed into a new kind of pleasure that you didn't know you could achieve.
He angled his hips lower, his leaky cockhead pushing up against your g-spot as he thrusted into you, his thumb still focused on your clit. He meant it as a tease originally, but with how twitchy and shaky you'd become in just a minute or two of slow, rough, deep thrusts, he could feel that you were already close. His tease ended up being right. He growled slightly at the thought, brows knitted and nose scrunched in a focused manner as he looked down where your bodies met. You became oversensitive quick, your orgasm building. You tried to reach down to get his hand to slow down its abuse against your puffy clit, but he simply pushed your hand away and swatted at the throbbing bundle of nerves.
You cried out, hips bucking. "Lee—oh, fuck, please!" Your body locked for a moment, eyes rolling back as you bit your lip and fell into stifled whimpers and sobs, your orgasm quiet but intense, rippling through your body so fast you didn't even warn him. He fucked you through it, hips speeding up as your cunt clenched around him. Once your vision cleared, you looked up at him, dazed and mushy.
"And you think I cum too fast?" He chuckled. "Look at you—damn near squirting on my cock just because it's so, so big, and your poor little pussy can't take it." He purred deeply and reached with his other hand to your face, holding your head still by your chin so you couldn't look away as he pumped his cock back and forth, fucking you into overstimulation without even offering a breather. "I wonder—" He paused with a grunt, examining your face with a devilish look you didn't recognize. "You think I could make you squirt just from using my cock?"
Your cheeks flushed, eyes widening with tears that had spilled already. "Wait, n-no, no, 's too much, Lee!" You gasped, hands pushing at his lower torso, another sob ripping from your throat. "No—ooh!"
"C'mon, pretty girl, didn't you say I couldn't fuck you right? Isn't that what you wanted? To be fucked dumb on a fat cock?" He let go of your chin and brought a hand down just a little to wrap around your throat. You squeaked, pussy fluttering around him at the threat of him constricting your airway. He didn't, though. You got more than enough excitement from just the threat alone.
You couldn't be bothered with answering him. You simply laid there and took it—relishing in the sensitivity and the way he was absolutely ruining your pussy. Leon knew he was ruining you for anyone else, and that alone drove him crazy. He could feel his own orgasm building, cock twitching and balls drawing tight to his body. He denied himself the release, persisting in order to make sure he proved just how good he could make you feel.
He had a point to prove. His thumb resumed the previous ministrations on your clit, two fingers rapidly strumming with a firm pressure. You twitched, gasping as your eyes rolled back and fluttered. Your hands grabbed tightly at his forearm of the hand that was around your neck, looking up at him with an abrupt sob leaving your lips.
"Lee, please," you choked out, brows furrowing as you quivered beneath him, abdomen clenching as your body built up to the peak of the coil in your belly.
"Go on, take it. Take what you asked for and I'll make sure you're satisfied for fucking weeks." He slammed his hips harder, the skin slapping lewdly with the added sounds of your arousal coating his balls as they smacked against your ass. You tried to stifle it, but a scream of pleasure ripped from you as he subconsciously tightened his hand around your throat. Still not constricting, but it was enough to make you dizzy.
"Leon! Fuuuuck, fuckfuckfuck—'m cumming!" You sobbed, legs jolting outward as your hips tried to pull away, your orgasm rushing through you like never before. What you didn't process yet was the stream of clear liquid spurting from your sopping cunt, making an absolute mess out of his lower abdomen, your own abdomen, and the sheets below. He fucked you through it, both hands finally coming to grab your hips and properly use you like some kind of cock sleeve as he chased his high. Tears stained your cheeks, your moans becoming higher and longer as you squirmed and tried to run away from the pleasure.
"Stop fucking moving." He dug his nails into your hips. His demand was quickly followed by a growl, hips slamming and his thrusts becoming uneven as his balls twitched and his cock pulsed, his heavy load finally spilling into you. He had you so full that his cum seeped out around him as he bottomed out and let your pussy twitch and pulse, milking him of every last drop. Both of you were shaking. He stayed buried inside of you as he leaned down and mouthed as your neck. He lazily ground his hips, and you cried quietly, thighs squeezing around his hips.
"Lee," you sniffled, shaky hands searching desperately for his.
"Shh," he soothed, slowly pulling out of you as he grabbed your hands. You felt so empty, but so unbelievably satisfied. "Breathe, honey. I've got you." He mused softly, kissing along your collarbone until he found his way up to look at your face and assess the final product.
You were a mess. Tears down your cheeks, drool spilling down the right side of your face, hair messy and sticking to the sides of your face, lips kiss swollen and still wet. If he didn't know better, he'd try to start up round three, but given your sniffles and the way you shook your head, he didn't even try. He got more than what he thought.
He took his hands away only for a moment so he could brush your hair out of your face and gently wipe the tears and drool from your cheeks. When he sat back and guided you to follow into his lap, you curled into his hold, his arms wrapping around you delicately.
"You took me so well." He whispered, kissing the side of your head. "I know I got a little mean," he sighed, prepared to apologize for not listening to your cries.
"Can we do that more?" You asked, looking up at him as you shifted shakily in his lap. "The.. the whole.."
"Baby, we just did a lot." He chuckled. "But we'll talk more tomorrow." He scooted away from the mess and hoisted you into his hold, standing from the bed. "How about a shower?"
You nodded, falling into his hold as you closed your eyes. He really fucked the energy out of you. "Told you I could handle it. Might not be very experienced, but I can take what's given to me." You mumbled quietly.
Clearly, he didn't fuck the attitude out of your system yet.
"Brat." He lazily swatted your butt, only to lean in and kiss your nose with the utmost care.
"You like it."
"Only when it results in you shutting your mouth."
"Jerk."
He chuckled, setting you on the bathroom sink counter to start the shower.
“leonnn, I c-can’t-,”you sobbed, tears streaking your face.
your head rolled back into the pillows as leon thrusted deeper. he had you on your back, his arms holding your legs apart. his cock was buried to the hilt inside your puffy pussy.
he hasn’t stopped thrusting. not after your pussy clenched around him like a vice the first, or third time. not after your nails clawed into his back, guaranteed to leave marks. not even after you started crying.
“no no no no, baby, please,” he whimpered, burying his face in your neck. “I wanna cum- baby, please, I’m so so so close!”
poor thing. your pussy was spasming violently around him, desperate to milk his cock. it wasn’t until a gush of squirt splattered against his lower abdomen that he slowed down.
leon whined, high and needy, watching as you made a mess on his cock. he leaned up, his eyes hooded as he looked down to where your pussy was stretched around his cock. your clit was twitching. “you made a mess,” his voice cracked.
as if his cock wasn’t enough, his thumb reached down to rub your clit. small circles pressed against the swollen pearl. “messy girl…” he murmured. “I’m doing good, huh?”
his hips moved slower, but god, he was going deeper. his cheeks were flushed a soft pink as he fucked into you. “you like it, baby? you gonna cum again?” he moaned.
“nghh…! yes, I like it!” you cried out. his large hand rested against your lower stomach, right over the bulge of his cock.
“fuck, you can see it right here,” he said, his thumb tracing the imprint of his cock in your womb. “look, baby, you can see me inside you.”
your cunt betrayed you, clenching and gushing all over again. a creamy ring of cum formed at the base of his cock. leon winced, your pussy feeling tighter this time. he bit his lip, his thrusts faltering.
“f-fuck…!” he whined. one final thrust before he held you against him. hot, white ropes of cum filled you up. heavy breathing filled your ear.
leon pulled away, pulling his cock out to watch his cum drip out of you. you whimpered, feeling it glide down your inner thighs.
Summary: You move to a new city, preparing to start your new job at the DSO. On one evening, you decide to go out for a drink to ease your mind. You end up hooking up with a handsome stranger, thinking it’s just a one-time thing. However, on your first day at work, you discover that the handsome stranger is actually your new superior
Warnings: Age Gap (Reader in her thirties, Leon around 50) SMUT, MDNI, unprotected sex, P in V, Leon talking you through it, Leon is being a praise king here, mentions of being a good girl ;), oral (female receiving)
A/N: Hello my sweethearts. A moot of mine requested this personally and told me they would love a spicy story with Leon being the readers boss/superior, and tbh this is what came to my mind. It took me a while to complete this, but it already has a special place in my heart. I kinda think Leon is a soft dom here, while still being a gentleman. What do you think? I let you decide! Now, this story is yours and I hope you will enjoy it as much as I do. Much Love, Shell xo
PS: Well, can anyone guess the inspiration behind the fic title again? Hehe it should come as no surprise, lol
Starting a new job in a new city also meant starting with no friends, no family or anything that would remotely give you some sort of safety.
Still, you were more than excited for your new job. You had been offered a position as a junior agent at the DSO through a contact by one of your former colleagues. A friend of a friend of a friend, basically. It seemed that your job as an agent had caused quite a stir after your latest mission, but in a positive way. At least that was what your colleague had told you.
After unpacking the last moving box, you decided you needed to take your mind off of things for a while. Watching TV, reading a book, listening to music- all of that didn’t seem to work. Your thoughts kept drifting to the next work week and your new workplace, the new tasks, and upcoming missions.
You were particularly excited about your new colleagues, especially the new partner you would be assigned to. So far, all you knew was that it would be a senior agent who you would report to.
In the end, you decided to go for a late-night drink and snack at a local bar you had spotted on your way home. It was within walking distance of your small apartment and it seemed nice enough to spend one or two hours there. You didn’t particularly enjoy going out for food and drinks alone, however, you were used to it as an agent. Countless of missions in foreign cities and lonely nights in empty hotel beds had taught you that spending time alone wasn’t even that bad.
When you arrived, it was already packed, which was to be expected on a saturday night. Luckily, you found a spot in the back corner, which seemed fairly quiet. At least quieter than the rest of the bar.
After you had ordered, you began to observe the people in the bar. A habit you’d never been able to completely shake. For the most part, the bar was filled with groups of friends or couples laughing and drinking heartily.
Until your eyes fell on a man playing darts alone. He seemed to be a few years older than you, his dark blonde hair was streaked with a few gray strands, he was well-built, muscular, and on top of that well-dressed. Not in the sense of a business man, more like someone who just knew what suited him. He was extremely good-looking, that much was clear.
You caught yourself glancing over at him every now and then. He seemed so absorbed and focused that he probably wouldn't even notice how often you were staring at him. Well, at least that's what you hoped.
You went back to your food for a few minutes, enjoying the taste of the burger and fries. For bar food, this was better than what you’d expected.
When you looked back at the dartboard, you realized that the handsome stranger was gone. A little disappointed, you scanned the rest of the bar, but he didn't seem to be there anymore.
“Are you looking for someone?” A deep voice behind you startled you. You felt like a schoolchild caught cheating.
Nevertheless, you tried to remain calm and watched as the man circled your table until he stood in front of you. Up close, he looked even better with his grey gruff and his bright eyes.
“No, not really,” you said, playing it cool, a faint grin playing on your lips.
He huffed slightly and glanced at the dartboard and then back at you.
“Oh, really? Because it looked like you were quite.....interested,” he said with a charming smile on his lips. You were sure this man knew how good-looking he was.
"Hmm. I was just thinking of a few tips I could give you. Your last throw looked a little weak," you teased. But that wasn't even true. From where you were sitting, you hadn't really seen how well he had thrown. You just didn't want to let him know that you’d been busy admiring his handsome face and his toned form. You didn't want to give him that satisfaction just yet.
He raised his eyebrow in surprise and laughed briefly.
“Weak? And you think you can do better?” he asked, eyeing you intently while his eyes wandered across your face.
“I think so, yes,” you said confidently, whereupon he just shook his head and grinned.
“Well, then prove it,” he said, pointing to the dartboard. “If you're going to talk big,” he added, winking at you once. You felt a warm flutter in your stomach, a feeling you hadn't felt for quite a while.
You shrugged and finally followed him toward the dartboard. You weren't too bad at it and had played a few times before. Besides, you liked how people often underestimated you, only for them to discover that you knew what you were doing.
“I'm Leon, by the way,” he said on the way over to the dartboard. You introduced yourself to him as well and watched as he handed you the three darts.
“Casual game or do you want to make a bet?” he asked with a mischievous grin. “Only if you aren’t too scared,” he added.
“Oh please,” you said, taking the three darts as you positioned yourself in front of the board.
“Great. Okay…how about that. One round with throwing three darts each. The one with the highest score wins,” he explained, as he toyed with one of the darts in his hand. You weren’t sure why this man was making you nervous while doing the most mundane things.
“Sounds good to me,” you nodded. “And what does the winner get?”
Leon smiled. “You get to choose”
“Hm. How about the winner gets a free drink from the other?” You asked. That seemed to be the most harmless option, plus you would get to spend a little more time with him, which you definitely wouldn’t mind.
“Deal. Ladies first,” he said with a small smile, gesturing toward the board and leaning himself against the wall, watching you.
The first throw you did was a bullseye, a decent throw. Leon nodded approvingly, his arms were crossed in front of his chest now.
Now why exactly were you nervous, trying to impress a complete stranger?
Your next throw was a triple twenty. The highest scoring segment on the board. You smiled as you aimed for the last throw, landing a twenty.
“Not bad at all. 130 points,” Leon remarked as he walked over to you. “I’m glad. I was afraid you were all talk,” he added with a wink, his hand brushing yours when reaching for his set of darts.
“Well, what can I say. I’ve got a few surprises up my sleeve,” you teased and sat yourself down on the bar stool that was standing behind you. From there you had a perfect view. And you weren’t thinking about the dartboard.
In reality you were ogling at him and using the chance to admire his features from a much closer distance.
“Oh I’m sure of that,” he smiled. He got into position and aimed for his first throw. If you were completely honest, you weren’t even concentrating on the throw itself. The way his shirt clung to his biceps, growing even tighter, depending on how he was holding the dart, was enough to make your mouth water.
After completing his set – with an eighteen, triple eighteen and triple twenty – he smiled somewhat triumphantly, but in the most charming way.
“132 points. You won,” you nodded, accepting your defeat with a smile.
“Seems like this time, my last throw wasn’t so weak,” he winked, quoting your words from earlier.
“Yeah, my tips seemed to work,” you shot back, grinning at him. “So? What’s your drink of choice?”
He laughed at your teasing remark, watching you as you hopped off the bar stool.
“A good old Whiskey,” he stated, following you back to the small booths with the tables. His hand ghosted over the small of your back. Not touching you directly, of course, more like an innocent gesture to guide you back to the quiet corner. You knew this was probably not considered flirting, but somehow you kind of hoped this was more than just a friendly game between strangers.
“So….,” he began after you both got comfortable and ordered your drinks. “I’ve never seen you here before”
His body was facing towards you, one arm lazily resting on the armrest. Whenever one of you moved, your knees would faintly brush against the other, sending electricity through your whole body.
“I moved here recently,” you answered. “I was thinking I could check out some local spots. The bar seemed nice enough”
He nodded, eyeing you intently as if he could see right through you. And maybe he did.
“What about you? Are you a regular here?” you asked.
“From time to time. I just had a week off. Guess I wanted to enjoy one last relaxing evening before I get back to work tomorrow,” he explained, a faint smile playing on the corner of his lips.
“Mhm, makes sense. What do you do for work?” you asked interested, reaching for your drink to take another sip.
“Ah, you know. Just saving the world and stuff,” he quipped.
You rolled your eyes half-jokingly at his mysterious words. He was probably just another officer worker playing cool, at least that’s what you thought.
“What about you?” he asked.
“I work….with people” you retorted in the same mysterious way. “I start my new job here soon”
You obviously couldn’t just outright tell him: Well, I’m gonna start working as a junior agent at the DSO.
He nodded, eyeing you intensely and smiling at your remarks.
“Then I hope you will like your new job. Maybe I’ll see you here from time to time,” he remarked, holding the drink in his hand.
You could feel your heartbeat rise just a little. You didn’t really know him, of course, but he was charming and yes maybe you would actually like to get to know him better.
“Yes. We could play a few more rounds,” you smiled.
“Maybe I’ll even let you win,” Leon grinned.
“Oh? Just like I did to you today?” You shot back, causing you both to laugh.
It felt almost natural. Not forced, not awkward. Just a small, charming, exciting kind of flirt.
„So,“ Leon began as he handed you the second drink. „Tell me, did you move here by yourself?“ He asked. It was a normal question and yet it ignited something in you. Something between nervousness and anticipation. It could have been an attempt to do small talk but Leon didn’t strike you as someone who does a lot of small talk. He actually wanted to know if you were single or taken.
You looked down at your drink. „Yeah. Just me. My ex broke up with me before I moved here, to be honest,” you admitted, laughing dryly. You weren’t really sad about it, the relationship was bound to end.
“Hm, sounds familiar,” Leon mumbled, his lips slightly curved.
You looked up again.
“This happened a long time ago but before I started my first job, I moved cities and my girlfriend broke up with me as well,” he explained upon seeing your surprised face.
“I see,” you nodded, unsure of what else to say.
“Well…. to us. And to leaving the past behind,” you smiled, rising your glass a little.
“Cheers,” he grinned, clinking your glasses together.
And that’s how the rest of the evening went on. You continued talking about harmless things like hobbies, interests and random things like favorite food. In between, you kept teasing each other every now and then.
He insisted that the burger you got was the worst item on the menu you could have ordered.
“This bar is great with drinks but I wouldn’t come here for the food,” he said, his gaze fixed on you with a hint of mischief playing in it.
“I thought the burger was good,” you said, shrugging your shoulders.
“Then you clearly need to upgrade your taste buds,” he grinned.
“What are you? A food critic?” You huffed at his smug expression.
“Yeah, you could call it that”
“You know what I think?” you said somewhat provokingly, leaning yourself just a tiny little bit closer to him.
He raised his eyebrows, his lips slightly curved as he watched the change in your demeanor.
“Now you got me curious”
“I think you’re someone who brags about his exquisite taste in food, literature and music, while he secretely enjoys listen to mediocre rock music with cheesy lyrics and going to the cheapest fast-food spots on his way home,” you smiled.
He took another sip of his whiskey, letting your words linger in the air, the smug expression never leaving his face. You weren’t sure if he was actually that confident, or if it was just an act he was doing to pull you off.
“First of all, I only listen to the classics. Can’t go wrong with some Nirvana or Pearl Jam,” he said, setting down his glass. “Secondly, any fast-food burger I had was probably better than this one here,” he continued with a smirk.
You rolled your eyes playfully. “I-“ you started but he didn’t let you finish.
“Now it’s my turn with the assumptions,” he announced, inching a little closer to you. Your knees were now pressed against each other, the faint smell of his cologne filling your nose and clouding your mind.
His eyes dropped to your lips for a split second before they returned to your eyes again.
“I think you’re someone who likes to play unfazed, when in reality you couldn’t take your eyes off of me,” he said, his voice dropping lower with each word.
Your mouth went completely dry, your eyes dropping down to the drink in your hand.
“Yeah you wish,” you mumbled. “I was just focused on the game”
“Liar,” he laughed, finishing his drink. “You’re cute when you’re flustered,” he winked.
When it finally came time to pay you pulled out your wallet, since you still owed him. However, he simply waved a hand, silently telling you to put it away.
A little confused, you watched as he took care of the bill. The whole thing. Even the food you had ordered earlier.
After the waiter left, thanking him once more for the generous tip, you looked at Leon questioningly.
“But… the bet,” you started awkwardly, a little overwhelmed by the situation since you honestly hadn’t expected that.
He smiled and nodded toward the dartboard you had been standing in front of, just a few minutes ago.
“It’s all good. I’m just glad I had nice company tonight,” he said with a wink. “Besides, it’s your first night here and you had to put up with me. That’s the least I can do,” he added jokingly. This man really seemed to have a weakness for bad jokes.
You smiled. “Thanks, Leon. That wasn’t necessary, but I appreciate it,” you said honestly, which he answered with a small nod.
He helped you into your cardigan, and then the two of you stepped outside together, the cool air greeting you and sending a shiver down your spine.
You couldn’t tell if it was really just from the cool temperatures or the man standing next to you, eyeing you as if he could hear the thoughts that were currently running through your mind.
“Where did you park?” he asked, looking at you.
“I live a few streets from here. I can walk, don’t worry,” you reassured him, pulling your cardigan a littler tighter around you.
“It’s in the middle of the night and you’re shivering. I can see that from a mile away. I won’t let you walk home alone. Let me at least drive you home,” he offered.
When he noticed your hesitation, the smile from his lips faltered and was replaced by something different, something softer.
“If you don’t want to drive with me, I can also just walk you back and give you my jacket,” he continued.
“No, it’s not that I don’t trust you. I….really liked your company too,” you admitted, a shy smile forming on your lips. Your sassy demeanor from earlier was slowly but surely subsiding, the more time you spent with him.
He studied your face, his hand reaching out to gently brush over your clothed arm.
“I let you decide,” he said.
You looked up at him, your heart was racing so fast, you were afraid he might hear it. Damn, why were you even so nervous? You were a perfectly trained agent. A pretty stranger shouldn’t affect you that much.
And yet, something felt different. It was exciting, new and somehow unfamiliar. You had a self-imposed rule: no kissing before the third date. And now you were here, about to kiss a guy you’d met just a few hours ago.
Before you could get further entangled in your worries, you snapped back to the here and now. Your faces were drawn close to each other, so close, that his hot breath brushed against your cheek.
You nodded, barely noticeably but enough for him to see. His hand, which had been on your arm just a moment ago, had now moved up to your cheek. Before either of you could voice any concerns, it already happened.
He kissed you, tenderly at first. Your lips moved against each other as if they had done so a thousand times before. The sounds of the city and the traffic seemed to fade away until there was nothing but the two of you.
Your trembling hands clawed at his dark shirt, while his other hand moved to the back of your neck, holding you tightly.
You kissed him back eagerly; the pressure of his lips against yours sent a new wave of electricity through your body. He tasted like a mixture of whiskey and something warm that you couldn’t quite name.
He pulled back just slightly, looking into your eyes again.
“Should I ask you the cliché question and pretend to invite you over for a coffee at my place, or should we skip that part?” He smirked, his voice low but with a subtle tenderness in his tone.
“I think we can skip that part,” you admitted, a nervous chuckle escaping your lips. You had never done something like this before. A one-night stand. What were the rules? Were there any rules? What were you supposed to do? Have sex with him, wake up the next morning and you two would have breakfast together?
No, that would be too intimate.
Maybe he would throw you out. Maybe that was his thing, casually hooking up with women he met at bars.
Those were all perfectly valid reasons to say no but truth was, you wanted him. You wanted him badly.
He smiled as he carefully put his jacket around your shivering shoulders and led you to his car a few feet down the street. You swallowed when you saw what kind of car he drove. It looked expensive and it probably was.
He must have a really well-paying job, you thought to yourself.
As he drove off, you found yourself fidgeting in your seat. Suddenly your clothes seemed to casual, too out of place. You almost laughed at yourself. Were you really worrying about a dress code for a hook-up?
Leon noticed you shuffling around in your seat.
“If you feel uncomfortable, I can just drive you home,” he said gently, glancing at you.
“No, it’s okay. Really,” you nodded, a thankful smile on your lips.
He smiled back before he returned his gaze to the road. The rest of the drive was uneventful. After a few minutes you arrived at an apartment complex. Of course, he lived in a penthouse. After seeing his porsche that really didn’t surprise you anymore.
Nervously, you followed him past the fancy lobby and security, into the elevator that took you up to his penthouse.
Just like his car, it looked impressive. Not flashy, nothing that screamed “I’m rich and I need to show it off” more like “I’m doing good and I’m gonna buy whatever I want”
The furnishing was dark and elegant, while still being cozy. In the living room was a large shelf with various books, next to the couch stood a small vintage bar cart with two bottles of whiskey resting on top.
You didn’t know him that well yet, though his apartment seemed to match him and his personality perfectly. It even smelled like him. Warm and inviting.
You took a few steps forward, looking around and taking in all the surroundings. The room was flooded by the moonlight, making it look more surreal, yet inviting and calming. Everything was bathed in a dark blue hue, while outside the lights from the other skyscrapers were being reflected.
Cautiously Leon approached you, watching you for a moment before helping you out of the jackets.
“Everything okay?” he asked.
You turned around to face him again.
“Yes. It’s….beautiful,” you commented, your voice calmer than before. “The view is impressive,” you continued, glancing back toward the large windows.
“Hm. It really is,” he agrees, his voice dropping lower as his hand found the way to the small of your back. When you looked back at him, you noticed he wasn’t even looking at the windows, he was staring down at you. A small smirk tugged at the corner his lips.
Your cheeks flushed a little. You wanted to retort something bold, saying how cheesy that was, but the words got stuck in your throat.
Without another word, you found your way back to each other. His arms wrapped around your waist, pressing you against the kitchen counter. You gasped as you felt him lift you up on the counter and began kissing your neck. Immediately, you felt the heat return between your legs—that same desire you’d felt earlier.
“Leon,” you gasped, closing your eyes as his hands roamed over your body.
“I like how you say my name,” he grinned, his breath hot against your skin. In an instant his lips were on yours again.
The kisses grew more intense and desperate, less innocent than before. He pushed himself between your already open legs without breaking the kiss, while his grip on your hips tightened.
His strong hands slid under your shirt, feeling your soft skin and brushing against the curve of your breasts. A soft sigh escaped you as he toyed with one of your hardening nipples.
You weren’t sure if it was some kind of premonition or if you simply hadn’t found anything better, but you were grateful to be wearing your sheer bra. That way, you could feel his touch even better.
His eyes roamed over your barely covered breasts as he began groping them and giving each of them attention.
“Let me see ‘em,” he groaned, pulling your shirt over your head and unclasping your bra, letting both fall to the floor. His eyes darkened upon seeing your exposed tits, only being lit by the faint lights shining through his windows.
“Fuckin’ perfect,” he said in an appreciating tone, ready to suck on them, but your hands on his chest stopped him.
“What-“ he asked, looking down at your hands resting on his chest.
“Want to see you too first,” you smiled cheekily, playing with the hem of his tight-fitting shirt.
“So eager to see what you’ve been drooling over all night, hm sweetheart?” he teased, pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it next to him.
He looked just like you predicted. Muscular and toned and beefy in all the right places, especially his arms. His abs tensed with every ragged breath. You bit your lip unconciously as your gaze dropped to his hard member straining against his pants. It looked almost painful. You couldn’t help but daydream about how good he would feel inside your mouth or your already throbbing cunt.
A silent satisfaction came over you, reassuring you that he was just as turned on as you were.
As if he was reading your mind, he started opening his belt, never taking his eyes off you.
You were still sitting there, half exposed, legs open, waiting for him.
As soon as he got rid of his pants, he got back between your legs and guided one of your hands toward his still clothed cock.
Immediately you began palming him through his boxers, admiring his impressive size.
“See what you’re doing to me?” he hissed as your hand slipped under his boxers. You began stroking him slowly at first, teasing a little and feeling him twitch with every stroke.
“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath. “Just like that. J-just like that,” he repeated in a strained voice. Your hands felt heavenly around his cock. The perfect amount of pressure mixed with the warmth of your hands. As you continued stroking him, you made sure to look up at him, giving him an innocent look.
“Mhm. Looking so good with my cock in your hand,” he breathed, his free hand coming to rest on your cheek, caressing your soft skin. “What magical hands you have”
The praises sent another wave of heat and wetness to your core. He might had just unlocked a new kink of yours.
You wanted to feel more of him, free him completely from the rest of his clothes, but instead, he pushed you back gently. You whined as your back hit the cold surface of the kitchen counter behind you.
“I wanna taste you first. Will you let me do this, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice low and rough, sending shivers down your spine.
“Yes please,” you mumbled, your voice trembling.
Gently he started caressing your breasts, alternating between sucking and kissing them.
“Oh,” you moaned, feeling his tongue playing with your nipples before releasing them with a slight pop.
His lips began wandering lower, kissing his way down your stomach.
Quickly, he helped you out of the rest of your clothes, hooking his fingers through the waistband of your soaked panties and pulling them down with ease.
He licked his lips once he saw your glistening folds.
“So wet for me, already? Just from a few words from me?”
His words only made your clit throb more. This definitely felt more than just casual sex, considering the way he was taking care of you and preparing you.
He teasingly stroked over your folds, spreading your arousal all over your cunt.
“What a good girl you are,” he hummed, his index finger stopping at your clit to play with it, massaging it gently. You groaned, bucking your hips into his hand, desperately trying to feel more of him.
He grinned a little. “Oh? You like being called a good girl?”
Oh yes, yes, yes.
“Stop being such a tease,” you pleaded, hating how needy you sounded.
“Patience,” he mumbled as he withdrew his finger. You whined at the loss of the contact but he was already spreading your legs, bending down to replace his finger with his tongue.
He started by licking a long stripe over your slit, causing a broken moan to escape your lips.
“You taste just as sweet as you sound,” he whispered, continuing to lick and devour you like a man starved. He alternated between kitten licks to your clit and long, intense licks between your folds, causing your legs to shake whenever he increased the pressure.
“Leon-“ You couldn’t think straight, you couldn’t even form coherent words, let alone sentences, anymore.
He groaned, holding your legs open and adjusting his pace whenever he felt you trembling under his touch.
After a few more moments he started pushing two fingers inside you. You were sure you were about to see stars. His fingers felt so good and filling, it was just what you needed.
“So tight, god damn,” you heard him muttering as he kept thrusting his fingers into you, while simulataneously licking and sucking on your clit. Your pleasure was building rapidly, the knot you felt in your lower stomach was already tightening.
“How long has it been?” he whispered against you, pumping his fingers in and out while angling them to meet your sweet spot over and over again.
Your face was contorted in pleasure, your hands holding his head, gripping his hair. “Months…ago,” you admitted, feeling your orgasm approach.
“Mhm. I will make you feel so good. I will take care of you, baby” he hummed between licks, still devouring your pussy like he couldn’t get enough of your taste.
Your back arched off the counter, his words only increasing the pressure you felt between your legs.
“Leon I’m-“ you moaned, chasing your sweet high.
“You’re doing so good for me. Cum on my tongue,” he urged gently, increasing the pace as he felt you clenching around his fingers. After a few more thrusts you couldn’t hold it back anymore and came. It felt like a wave crashing over you, your walls pulsating and throbbing around him.
“That’s it” He praised you a few more times while helping you ride out your orgasm with his fingers. With a smile, he kissed his way back towards your face, gently connecting your lips again.
You eagerly kissed him back as you sat up a little, holding onto his arms for support.
“Please…” you mumbled between kisses.
“Please what?” Leon whispered against your lips, even though he was fully aware what you wanted. “Use your words, hm?”
“Please fuck me Leon,” you begged, sounding way too pathetic.
He chuckled. “What a filthy mouth. I like that,” he mumbled as he gave you another kiss.
You watched as he freed himself from his boxers, revealing his fully erect cock to you. He stroked himself a few times, admiring your bare form in front of him. You could see the first drops of precum glistening at the tip.
“I can’t wait….fuck….to bury myself inside you,” he hissed, giving himself another deep stroke, before he positioned himself between your legs. You wanted him so badly, it was almost unbearable.
You were about to lay back again, hold onto the edges of the counter but he stopped you.
“No, hold onto me while I fuck you,” he insisted with a growl in his voice. That alone could have made you cum again right then and there. God, this man.
You listened and put your arms around his neck, now feeling his hot and clammy skin against yours.
“Good girl,” he praised you again, positioning himself at your entrance and pushing his thick member inside you.
“Fuck-,” he groaned as he buried himself to the hilt. “You feel like heaven, baby. So tight”
Your grip on his biceps tightened. So much, that you were sure it would leave bruises the next day.
He started with a few slow thrusts, stretching you a little and giving you time to adjust to his size.
“Oh god yes….please don’t stop,” you moaned, meething his thrusts and enjoying the feeling of him filling you out completely. The stretch he was giving you was unbelievable.
“I won’t stop,” he groaned, picking up the pace slightly and thrusting into you again and again. You thought him eating you out was the highlight of your evening but no, him inside you was better than anything you could have imagined.
“Did you think I didn’t see you? Watching me? The eyes you were giving me?” he said through gritted teeth as he fucking you against the counter. Harder and deeper.
“God that turned me on. You-“ Another thrust.
“And your eyes. Your innocent smile. Your remarks,” he continued, his fingers wandering between your bodies to toy with your clit again.
You gasped as you heard his words, combined with the sensation of his fingers and his cock pushing into you. It was almost too much. Almost.
“Leon,” you sighed, followed by a broken moan escaping your lips.
“Say it again. Say my name again,” he whispered in your ear as his thrusts grew harder, more intense.
You repeated his name, letting your head fall back. The dark room was filled with the sounds of your skin clapping together, combined with your heavy breathing and moans.
His fingers rubbed tight circles on your clit and you felt yourself clenching around him again. It wouldn’t take long for your second orgasm to wash over you, you were sure of that.
“You’re getting so tight around me…..shit. You’re feeling so good. Come on my cock, sweetheart” he urged, picking up the pace once more.
After a few more thrusts you felt yourself coming again. You cried out, riding the waves of your orgasm out. You felt your walls fluttering around him, clenching tightly, as if you didn’t want to let him go ever again. “Yes….yes….yes Leon,” you sobbed, letting yourself get carried away with the pleasurable wave.
Leon cursed a few times under his breath, his hands behind your back held you in place and gave you support as he kept moving. His thrusts grew erratic. The constractions of your walls sent him over the edge completely. He couldn’t hold back any longer.
He buried his face into your neck as you felt him twitch inside you.
“Fuck yes” A guttural groan escaped his lips as he spilled everything inside you. He fucked you through it, enjoying the fluttering of your walls that only further increased the intensity of his own orgasm. His fingers dug into your flesh, holding you against him as a few lazy thrusts followed.
For a moment there was complete silence. He stayed in you for a while, letting you both catch your breath and come back to your senses again. Your thoughts were still all over the place.You were sure you were completely drunk. Not from the alcohol, but from his cock.
“Everything okay?” he whispered, pulling back a little to study your face.
You nodded, blissed out, trapped in the sweet feeling of the afterglow.
“Let me get you. You did so well,” he whispered, kissing your temple before picking you up from the kitchen counter. You instantly wrapped your arms and legs around him, your arousal probably making a mess on him.
He gently carried you to his bedroom and placed you on his large bed. Still shaky and slightly overwhelmed, you held onto him.
You were unsure of what to do now. This was not regular sex. Not a relationship. So, would he expect you to clean yourself up, get dressed and just go?
He watched you as your eyes wandered around the room, visibly overwhelmed with the situation.
“Hey, look at me,” he said softly and reached for your chin, making you look at him. “You can stay the night. I won’t throw you out,” he chuckled.
“You can also use the shower and I will get you a water. Or whatever you need,” he said.
“Thank you,” you mumbled, looking down as a slight blush crept onto your cheeks.
“I just….you know. Never done something like this before. This one-time thing…” you tried to explain awkwardly.
“Yeah. It’s not something I normally do either,” he winked, stroking your cheek gently. “But I guess I couldn’t resist you,” he continued in a hushed voice, his eyes fixated on your flushed face.
You looked at him again. His eyes looked softer, brighter and somehow so gentle, that it sent bu-
You stopped your thoughts before they could drift into a territory you wouldn’t want them to wander yet. You just met. This was just a hookup, right?
After taking your shower, you tip-toed back into the bedroom. Leon had wordlessly handed you some of his clothes for you to sleep in, before you both got into bed. It still felt weird, but not uncomfortable.
“Thank you,” you said with a smile, your eyes growing heavy from exhausting. The last thing you remembered was him putting the covers over you and kissing your cheek.
The next day you were woken up by the sound of your alarm. You blinked a few times, groggily and half-asleep looking for your phone. You extended your hand, trying to reach your nightstand, when you were met with two arms trying to stop you from further moving.
“Are you trying to attack me?” A low voice chuckled. You gasped, opening your eyes fully and seeing Leon lying next to you, completely unfazed. The memories from last night came flooding back. You weren’t in your bed, this was not your alarm and this was definitely not your apartment. Fuck.
“Oh shit” you cursed, sitting up straight and frantically looking around the room to find your clothes.
“Well good morning to you too,” Leon said sarcastically, watching you, as you stumbled out of the bed like a maniac.
“I’m sorry…shit….I mean. Today is my first day at work! I can’t be late and I definitely can’t go there looking like that,” you said hurriedly, pointing at your messy self.
Leons gaze softened, as he carefully got up and approached you.
“Alright, alright. Take a deep breath. I can drive you home, you get yourself ready and if it’s easier for you, I can just drop you off on my way to my work. I’m sure it’s not far-,” he explained calmly but you didn’t let him finish.
“No!” you said way too loud, way too nervous. “I mean…no thank you,” you repeated.
He raised his eyebrows slightly. “Okay. Seems to be a pretty mysterious job you got yourself there,” he chuckled. If only he knew.
“Let’s just say it’s….classified,” you mumbled, walking over to the living room, where all your clothes were laying scattered around.
“Interesting,” Leon answered as he watched you gathering all your clothes. “Let’s just take a shower, I hop in my clothes and I’ll drop you off at your apartment,” he offered and this time you nodded.
“Thank you, Leon,” you said, a little softer this time.
The drive to your apartment was quiet. No one dared to say anything about last night. It wasn’t awkward. It just seemed like there was nothing left to say, at least for now.
“Alright,” Leon sighed as he stopped in front of your apartment. “There we are. I hope you make it on time and you have a great first day,” he said, looking at you with a warm smile on his lips. You couldn’t deny that you felt something inside. Something warm and fluttering. You didn’t dare to name it, but you were sure the last time you feeling like this, was way back in highschool.
“Thank you. I hope you make it on time too,” you answered thankfully.
“Ah, don’t worry,” he chuckled. “Oh, and let me give you my number. Maybe we can….catch up again? At the bar or at my place?” he offered. Secretely, you hoped he meant more than just sex. Even though the sex had been great.
“I’d like that,” you smiled, giving him a slight peck on the cheek before rushing out to your apartment. You waved at him one last time, before he drove off again.
After making yourself ready and putting on something appropriate that didn’t scream walk of shame, you quickly drove off to the DSO building. The parking lot was already packed. You weren’t really late, but later than you originally had planned.
After passing a few cars, you noticed a polished black Porsche in one of the parking lots. You didn’t have time to further stare at it, but it looked exactly like Leons car.
Must have been some form of frequency illusion, where you suddenly started encountering the same things everywhere. At least that’s what you told yourself.
The nice lady at the reception brought you to a secluded meeting room, where you met your supervisor. He was an older man, a little gruff maybe, but very professional.
He started with the formalities, explaining to you how the first few weeks would go, what would be expected of you, and that you would soon be sent on your first mission. With your new partner.
“Speaking of your new partner, he should be here in any minute,” your supervisor said and as if on cue the door opened. You looked to the door, blinking a few times as if you were transported into some kind of alternative reality. The man walking through the door was no other than Leon. Your hookup from last night.
Your mouth went dry, for a moment it felt like your heart stopped beating. No, no, no. This couldn’t be. No. This was just a joke, right? Or better: a nightmare.
Leon stopped for a moment, just looking at you. It looked like he was trying to connect the dots just like you were trying to do. He stepped in, walking over to you with an unreadable expression. He was better at hiding the shock than you were, that’s for sure.
“May I introduce you to your new partner? Senior Agent Leon S. Kennedy,” your supervisor said, gesturing to the man with the piercing blue eyes in front of you.
The same blue eyes you stared into the previous night.
For a few moments there was complete silence. Leon was the first to move by extending his hand to you, followed by a curt nod.
“Leon,” he said in a professional voice.
As if in a trance you returned the handshake, muttering your name while doing so.
Your supervisor looked back and forth between you and Leon, sensing the weird atmosphere you were creating.
“Alright… I leave you guys to get to know each other,” he said, nodding at each of you, before leaving the conference room. Poor man was completely unaware of the fact that you had been fucked against the kitchen counter by your new partner last night. No, worse:your superior. Your senior agent. Heat flooded your cheeks as you replayed the memories in your head.
You couldn’t bring yourself to see him in the eyes right away. Instead, you averted your gaze and looked down.
“Well….” Leon began hesitantly, scratching the back of his neck. “That explains a few things,” he said with dry humour in his voice.
You looked back at him.
“That’s what you meant with saving the world and stuff,” you stated.
“And that’s why you didn’t want me to drop you off at work,” he continued, a faint smile playing on the corner of his lips.
“And that’s your Porsche outside in the parking lot”
You didn’t even know why you were bothering with stating the obvious. Maybe because you still hoped that this was all just a bad joke.
“Correct,” he nodded.
“Oh my god,” you groaned, hiding your face in your hands and putting your elbows on the table in front of you.
“Yeah….that’s exactly what you called me yesterday,” he grinned.
“Leon! Do you think that’s funny?” You asked, looking back up from your hands.
“Guess that’s my way to deal with situations like that,” he laughed dryly, sitting himself beside you. The smile from his lips softened.
“Okay…look. Yesterday we technically weren’t partners. I wasn’t your superior. That means nothing wrong happened,” he explained, trying to stay rational. “But now….it looks a little different,” he continued.
You looked back at him, waiting for his next words.
“From now on, this can’t happen again. The rules are very clear and strict and if we both want to keep our jobs….our relationship needs to stay professional,” he explained. It sounded more like he was trying to convince himself.
You nodded. You knew it was the right decision. The logical one. Still, you felt a sting in your heart.
“Yes. Of course. You are right,” you said calmly, trying to hide the disappointment in your voice.
He took a deep breath, trying to rationalize his thoughts, before returning his attention to you.
“On the brighter side: we kind of already know that we’re really good at…teamwork,” he grinned.
You rolled your eyes. “Leon you can’t be serious!”
How was he still pulling out these one-liners?
“Better get used to it, partner,” he winked, standing up and gesturing toward the door. “Now…let me give you a tour”
You took a deep breath. This was going to be one hell of an onboarding process, you thought to yourself, following him out of the room.
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I wonder what it was like sleeping with Leon once he came home, rejuvenated by Elpis. Cured, healed, literally de-aged.
His fixed posture is immediately noticeable when he holds you tight in his arms. His back is straight and not slightly leaning over you. His core feels much firmer. Before, you had to mind hugging him too tight or else he'd lose his balance.
Now he's a rock solid wall.
He kisses you like he's in his twenties again. He hoists you up effortlessly. No sound comes from his lips. No grunts of effort. Just tossed over his shoulder all casually.
He's unsarcastically rough with you. Not rough rough, but for a man his age, and of his health (as far as you knew) this was not your husband. You haven't been kissed this harshly, held this tight in years. You don't remember him getting it up this quickly since you were in your twenties.
He's needy, and he's on top of you, with no regard for his legs or back. The pounding between your thighs is relentless. One split second, you're filled to the brim, and the next, empty. And then you're full again before you process. And then you're empty. In. out. in. out. in. out. It's so fast, and for a change, you're clawing at his back, pleading him to slow down, when typically, it's the other way around.
Glimpses of your loving, gentle husband is still there as you're being fucked like a porn star. His hands grasp yours, his fingers curl around yours like he's holding a bundle of sticks, unable to be bothered to twine your fingers--his forehead dips just above yours to gently touch, and rub your noses together, giving your bruised lips a break.
Your hips are literally off the bed--he's lifting your hips and angling you. It's so overstimulating it's almost painful. He's fucking you like he hates you, but muttering to you like a confessional.
"I know, honey--I know, I know--I'm sorry--I'm sorry--I need you--fuck...--I need--"
You didn't even need your "assistance" that night. Postmenopausal hormones were pesky (and Leon had no problem lending you a hand. Or a wand.) but this was the first time you had not one, but a string of organic orgasms since your thirties.
"Come on, one more, honey... One more.."
Leon decides he'll tell you about Elpis once he's finished.
summary: to your chagrin, you get partnered with an irritating DSO agent who happens to take an interest in the case you're working on.
cw: nsfw (18+) - mdni!!, smut, re9!leon, fbi!reader, age gap, kissing, vaginal fingering, oral sex, blow job, p in v, spanking, choking, finger sucking, brat taming, praise kink
wc: 10k
a/n: obsession's gotten so bad i started having dreams about him <3
also on ao3!
There’s a man sitting at your desk.
You’d arrived at work a little before 9, steaming cup of coffee in hand and a stack of case files tucked under your arm haphazardly. It was only until you’d heard the curious, hushed whispers that you’d realized your desk was currently taken, occupied by an unfamiliar man clad in a leather jacket.
Were you being relocated? Promoted? Demoted?
A barrage of thoughts flits through your mind as you approach your desk slowly, mentally preparing yourself to give the man a piece of your mind. The man doesn’t even flinch when the case files drop onto your desk loudly, your coffee cup following soon after as you set it down roughly before crossing your arms over your chest.
“Can I help you?”
His head tilts towards you, shaggy hair shifting as his gaze travels over you with interest. You stare back at him blankly, brows furrowing when you take in the scruffy stubble covering his jaw and the weathered look to his skin. He had to be at least twice your age, but even you could admit the man was stupidly handsome. You’re only left with more questions than you started with as you continue to stare at him, feeling bewildered. The flex of his gloved fingers catch in your periphery, distracting you as you glance down to find him piecing together a disassembled gun with practiced ease, the parts set out neatly on your desk.
His voice is gruff when he speaks. “You’re younger than I expected.”
“You… were expecting me?” you ask, irritation seeping into your voice, patience growing thin. “Who the fuck are you?”
The man’s brows raise at your blunt question, fingers still moving deftly, his eyes flickering with mirth.
“You know, the FBI promised me a warm welcome,” he says, the chair swiveling as he turns to face you fully. “Can’t exactly say you’re delivering on that promise.”
“Yeah well, I didn’t make any promises,” you retort, giving him a tight smile, watching as he leans forward, sliding his newly assembled gun back into its holster. “Besides, you still haven’t answered my question.”
He sighs, leaning forward, his arm outstretched as he offers you his hand. “Leon–”
He’s interrupted by the Unit Chief calling out your name. Your eyes narrow when you see the case file in his hands, glancing back at Leon before you leave him, stepping inside the Unit Chief’s office, the door clicking shut behind you.
“We’ve got two new bodies,” he says, handing you the case file. “Unsub’s been crossing jurisdictions and the local police department is… well, concerned to say the least. Think you can handle it?”
You nod, flicking through the pages, nose scrunching when you see the images of the crime scene – each more grisly than the last. Mutilated bodies, blood smeared across the walls, messily carved symbols etched into the wooden door of the victims’ home.
“Seems ritualistic,” you murmur, reading through the reports. You glance up at him, clutching the case file to your chest protectively. “You’re letting me take this alone? I’m flattered.”
“Ah,” the Unit Chief shakes his head, nodding towards Leon. “Not exactly.”
“What?” you scoff, looking at Leon who gives you a smile and waves through the glass. You glare at him, yanking the blinds shut. “The old man?” you hiss, “he’ll only slow me down.”
The Unit Chief sighs, taking a seat in his chair. “That man is Leon Kennedy. DSO. It’s only a precaution. He’s more experienced than any team we could put together and after what happened with Agent Ashcroft, the FBI is trying to be more… mindful.”
“Ashcroft?” you echo, remembering the Rhodes Hill incident. “That’s– that’s because they sent an analyst into the field of all things. She must’ve been terrified. I’m a field agent, I can handle myself.”
“Agent Kennedy took an interest in the case,” he replies, hands clasping together. “If there’s bioterrorism involved, he’ll be useful. If there isn’t, use him as an idea board. The Unit Chief peers up at you, his expression stern. “My decision is final.”
Your jaw works irritatedly before you huff out a heavy breath, nodding reluctantly. “Yes, sir.”
Despite your sour mood and the urge to slam the door shut, you carefully close it, making your way back to Leon. You drag a spare chair towards your desk, sinking down onto it. Leon shakes his head when you offer him the case file.
“I’ve already read it.”
“Huh,” you stare at him, lips pursing while your eyes squint in recognition. “Leon Scott Kennedy,” you drawl, jabbing your finger at him, “you’re the Raccoon City cop. I’ve heard stories about you. Shouldn’t you be…” you gesture to him pointedly, “retired?”
“Ouch,” Leon says, his hand moving to press against his chest as he feigns being hurt. “You really don’t want me here, do you?”
“All I know is that you’re some big-shot DSO agent that I don’t need on my case, Leon,” you shoot back, flipping open the file to read the autopsy reports more thoroughly.
“The first case you’ve ever been in charge of,” Leon muses, his leather gloves creaking softly as he picks up a stray pen, putting it back into its place. “I’m impressed. Not everyone gets to be a lead on a case like this. Then again, you’re pretty good at this kinda thing.”
Was he buttering you up? He had to be. You don’t bother looking up as you mark a few things of interest off on the report.
“Thank you,” you murmur, scrawling a few notes down on a notepad before you pause, head turning to find him watching you carefully. “How did you know that?” you ask, a hint of suspicion in your voice, “we’ve never met before.”
Leon shifts, grunting softly as he tries to get more comfortable in your chair. “I took the liberty of reading your file,” he replies flippantly, his expression darkening as he tries to work the chair’s jammed lever. “Fuckin’ chair… how do you sit in this all day?”
“I don’t sit all day!” you snap, “and you read my file? I don’t care if you have the fucking clearance, you can’t just–”
You’re interrupted by a loud snap, teeth gritting together when you realize he’s pushed the lever too hard – or perhaps, underestimated his own strength – the lever cleanly detached and now clutched in Leon’s gloved hand.
“Sorry ‘bout that,” he murmurs, setting the lever down on your desk, patting it awkwardly. “I’ll buy you a new chair.”
You have half a mind to reach over and strangle him. You even consider doing it, until he grumbles under his breath and shrugs off that jacket of his, your murderous intent forgotten as soon as you catch sight of his thick biceps. With those things, Leon could probably strangle you and have no problem doing it.
The sheer size of him renders you incapable of tearing your gaze away, your stare settled firmly on his shoulders, arms and chest – every part of him unfairly thick and muscular – his skin-tight shirt leaving you barely conscious of the way your throat was beginning to dry up.
Your newly broken chair creaks once more under Leon’s weight, the sound piercing through the haze of your shameless staring. You blink uncertainly, taking another lingering peek at his biceps while he’s too busy trying to get comfortable.
“We’d better get going,” you announce, grabbing the file before standing up abruptly. “The local PD is probably waiting for us.”
“We can take my car,” Leon says as he follows you into the elevator.
“I’m not in the habit of getting into cars with strange men,” you say testily, pressing a button before turning to face him.
“And I’m not in the habit of babysitting FBI agents,” Leon drawls, leaning against the wall of the elevator, his arms crossing over his chest.
The movement makes his shirt stretch tighter if anything, the fabric clinging to his broad forearms stubbornly, his watch glinting softly in the lighting. Your head tilts, eyes narrowing with irritation when you register his insult.
“No one asked you to babysit,” you say, shaking your head. “I have a gun,” you take it out of the holster attached to your hip, pointing it at him, “and I’m smart. I’ll have this case wrapped up in a day or two, so stay the fuck outta my way.”
A smile pulls at his lips, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he lifts his hands in mock-surrender. The amusement in his eyes makes him look a little younger, your heart fluttering with delight for a moment before you tamp it down violently.
When the elevator comes to a stop, Leon takes your bag before you can protest, his gloved fingers brushing yours briefly. You step after him, brows raising with begrudging respect when you see his car. Big-shot DSO agent, your mind supplies as he puts your bag into the backseat, gesturing for you to get in. You sigh heavily, opening your mouth to argue but Leon’s already disappeared inside his car, the engine rumbling to life. Muttering a curse under your breath, you get in his car, pulling the door shut firmly.
–
“What do you mean there’s only one room available?”
“What’s there to understand?” Leon asks, dangling the singular key in front of your face. “Rooms are all booked out. They’re celebrating some special harvest festival according to the receptionist.”
“Harvest festival?” you echo, peering up at him. “You gotta be fucking kidding me. That’s like the perfect cover for our unsub.”
“I would help,” he murmurs, nudging your shoulder gently to get you to step aside, “but you wanted me to, what was it?” you roll your eyes when he snaps his fingers, pretending to think. “Ah yes, stay the fuck outta your way.”
You snatch the key hanging from Leon’s finger, ignoring his aggrieved sigh as you push past him and stomp back down the stairs to the reception, ready to demand another room. All the receptionist does is give you an apologetic smile and offer you a discount. You swallow your pride as you trudge back up the stairs, doing your best to avoid Leon’s eyes when you find him leaning beside the room’s door, his brows raising amusedly.
“I don’t want to hear it,” you mutter, slotting the key into the lock.
Leon shrugs non-committally. “I wasn’t going to say anything.”
The door is heavy as you push it open, Leon’s hand moving to keep it open for you as you step inside. You fumble in the darkness for the light switch at the same time Leon does, his strong, calloused fingers brushing over yours. It’s enough to have an unwanted shiver running down your spine, warmth blooming in your chest and a flush settling high on your cheeks despite your stubborn annoyance with him.
“Fuck me.”
You follow his gaze when he swears, taking in the lit room. There’s a shitty couch in one corner, a tiny area with a coffee machine and table, and… a bed.
“Okay,” you say slowly, staring at the one, pitiful bed you had been afforded. “Great! So I think you should go and chew out the receptionist.”
“I’m not doing that,” Leon scoffs, bending down to take off his boots, his gun clattering against the table as he sets it down. “I can take the couch.”
You look back at the couch, brows furrowing. “That’s really nice of you and all, Leon,” you begin, stepping further inside the small room, “but I don’t think you’re exactly going to fit.”
“You care about me or something?” he drawls, looking over at you with a smile as he opens his duffle bag to pull out a towel and a set of clothes.
“Get over yourself. I’m just worried about your…” you gesture towards him vaguely, “potentially geriatric bones.”
Leon chokes on a laugh, his brows shooting up. “Geriatric? I’m 49. My bones are in perfect working order.”
“Right, nevermind. You did break my chair.”
“I did you a favor,” he retorts, slinging the towel around the back of his neck. “It was a hunk of junk.”
“It was in perfect working condition!” you scoff, crossing your arms over your chest.
“Do you always defend inanimate objects with such passion?” Leon muses, stepping closer until he’s only a few inches away, head cocking to the side.
“When they’re close to my heart, yes.”
“A chair is close to your heart?”
You decide to double down. “Yes, Leon.”
“Huh,” he nods slowly, clicking his tongue. “You got attachment issues?”
“Did my file not tell you that?” you smile up at him snarkily.
Leon grins, shaking his head. “I’m afraid I skipped over your psych eval.”
He turns, disappearing into the bathroom. You glare at the door and huff out a sigh, removing your shoes before grabbing the case file and flopping down on the bed tiredly. You flick through the pages absentmindedly, settling on the symbols carved onto the door. You hadn’t seen anything remotely like it before and the database search you’d done earlier in the car had come up empty.
“Fuck,” you mutter under your breath, glancing towards the bathroom.
You’d exhausted all your options save for one. A reluctant groan leaves you as you stand, approaching the bathroom, leaning against the doorframe.
“Hey, Leon?” you call out when you hear the spray of water come to a stop. “I… might have been a little difficult earlier,” your voice sounds strained, “but if you could maybe take another look at the file, then I would… you know, probably appreciate it or whatever.” You swallow, face twisting with discomfort. “Please?”
Leon laughs, the rich, deep sound seeping through the crevices. “Don’t hurt yourself,” he says, sounding entirely too entertained by your attempt to ask him for help. “I’ll take a look for you.”
You frown at the door, jolting when it swings open suddenly. A few wisps of steam escape, and you blink owlishly, finding yourself face-to-face with his bare chest. It’s hard to keep your gaze from wandering over his exposed skin, a light dusting of hair covering his chest coupled with a few scars. A strange, gurgling noise escapes you when he shifts back to grab his towel, his broad, muscled back now visible to you. You sway, moving to grip the doorframe, knees feeling weak.
“You okay?” Leon murmurs, glancing over at you as he ruffles his damp hair, brows furrowing.
“Yes!”
Your voice is shrill, pitching up awkwardly until you clear your throat and give him an equally awkward smile.
“Perfectly fine,” you clarify, this time sounding breathless as you try and fail to not look down, inhaling sharply when you see his defined abdomen and the dark, coarse hair below his navel, disappearing into the waistband of his sweatpants.
“It’s just that you look…” you trail off, fingers itching to reach out and squeeze and touch. Hot. Attractive. Fuckable. Really fucking fuckable for a 49-year-old man. “Like shit,” you settle on, the words tumbling out of you in a strained manner as you force yourself to meet his eyes. “You– you look like shit, Leon.” You pat his shoulder jerkily. “Unfortunately.”
“Right, sure,” he says, his head tilting as he stares down at you, unconvinced. “You really know how to flatter a man.”
“I’m charming like that,” you say, hands clasping behind your back.
Leon hums, and you stare back up at him, gaze flitting away for one moment to get a glimpse of his left hand. No ring. Perfect. You pinch yourself as soon as the thought comes.
“You gonna let me out?”
“What?”
When Leon gestures towards you, you realize you’re still standing in front of him, blocking the way out. You move to the side sheepishly, pushing the case file into his chest quickly before locking yourself in the bathroom.
You let out an embarrassed groan once you’re in the shower, burying your face into your hands. What the fuck was wrong with you? There was no way that all it took was some dorky, attractive, older man to have you feeling out of sorts. A dull ache flares between your thighs at the thought of Leon, fingers sneaking past your folds to rub at your traitorously swollen clit. It doesn’t take much, just the image of his body pressed against yours, his arms wrapped around you, mouth pressed against your ear while he grunts–
You cum with a muffled whine. Scrubbing the rest of your mortification off of your skin with soap, you dry off, slipping into a pair of sleep shorts and a hoodie. You pad out of the bathroom to find Leon sitting at the table – thankfully with a shirt on – a few containers of food littered across its surface while he’s hunched over his laptop.
“Hey,” he greets when he sees you, gaze travelling over you briefly before turning his laptop towards you. “I had a look. Your guy might be part of a cult,” Leon brings up another image, showing it to you, “they’re not the exact same, but similar enough. Might be worth looking into.”
“Cult? That’s fun,” you murmur, dropping into the chair beside him, watching as he runs his hair through his hair. “Thank you for taking a look, and the food.”
His brows raise. “Those might be the most sincere words to come out of you today.”
“Shut up,” you say, although a small smile pulls at your lips.
Dinner is quick as you both make a plan for tomorrow – visit the local PD, check out the crime scene and investigate a few related areas of interest. Leon settles down on the couch soon after, adjusting his pillow a few times before grunting as he tries to get comfortable. You were right, he doesn’t fit. He looks so awfully crammed, knees bent and back hunched at an awkward angle that even you feel bad about it.
“Leon,” you say exasperatedly, “we can both fit on the bed. That can’t be good for your back.”
“This is fine,” he replies stubbornly, shifting onto his back uncomfortably, arm hanging off the edge. “I’ve slept in worse places.”
“I can’t deal with you complaining about your back tomorrow,” you say, gesturing towards the bed. You lay down, squirming to the side to make space. “See? You can have the other side.”
“You sure your boyfriend won’t mind?”
“What?” you ask confusedly, sitting up on your elbows. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”
Leon grunts as he gets to his feet, dropping down onto the bed without further protests. It’s a tight fit, but you both manage, a sliver of space left between your bodies. You stare up at the ceiling, lips pursing, feeling antsy.
“Did you…” you glance over at him, feeling entirely too bold for your own good, “did you ask because you were interested?”
He stares back, brows raising. “Interested in what?”
“In what?” you repeat irritably, “are you seriously playing dumb?”
Leon smiles back at you, shrugging lazily. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. Maybe if you clarified what it was you wanted from me–”
“I don’t want anything from you!” you sputter, flushing hot. The bed creaks as you flop onto your side, facing away from him. “You’re old and weird and infuriating and–”
“I feel like you’re avoiding my better qualities.”
“Fuck you.”
“Yeah, I know you want to, baby.”
It’s a miracle your neck doesn’t snap with how fast you turn to look at him.
“May I remind you that this,” you gesture between your bodies wildly, “is a professional relationship?”
“Yeah?” Leon murmurs, raising his brows, “is that why you got off in the shower? Rubbed one out to make yourself feel better ‘bout liking me?” He looks unfazed when your jaw slackens, tapping the wall behind his head. “Thin walls.”
“That is none of your business.” You lean closer, eyes narrowing in an attempt to hide your growing embarrassment. “HR is going to have a fucking field day with you.”
You flop back onto your side, trying to put some distance between you, but there’s such a little space on the bed that you end up half-dangling over the edge. Leon doesn’t say anything, the silence between you thick and stretching on uncomfortably until you sit up, turning to face him.
He stares back at you, the bed creaking softly as he shifts, folding an arm under his head. His shirt stretches tight, thick bicep flexed and the sight is enough to make you lose your last nerve.
Your hand cups his jaw, head dipping to press a kiss to his lips. It’s meant to be quick, fleeting, to get whatever the fuck you have bottled up inside of you. Leon doesn’t seem to agree as he returns your kiss roughly, stubble scratching against your skin, his hand moving to cup the back of your head, blocking your escape.
“Where’re you going?” he murmurs, lips brushing over yours.
“This–” you whine softly when he kisses the underside of your jaw, fingers tightening into his shirt. “This is a bad idea.”
“I happen to be full of those.”
“You’re so fucking corny,” you groan, mouth dropping open as he trails kisses along your jaw lazily.
His lips are soft, calloused fingers massaging your scalp whilst an arm slides around your waist to pull you into his side. Another whine escapes you, head tipping towards him as his hand wanders under the hem of your hoodie, hot skin drifting over your waist and higher, his thumb grazing the curve of your breast.
“And you’re a fucking brat,” Leon says, watching your expressions closely as you whine and pant, pulling him towards you for another kiss, arms wrapping around his neck tightly.
He groans into your mouth, lips slotting over yours feverishly, his hand squeezing at the back of your neck. You squirm, throwing your leg over his hip, mewling when he licks into your mouth. Leon’s a good kisser, you think dazedly as his tongue strokes against yours in a filthy motion that has heat blistering in your stomach. His hand moves, circling around the front of your throat, squeezing gently.
You blink up at him hazily when he pulls away, lips slick with spit and pupils blown out. A smile spreads across your lips as you arch into him, hands sliding up over his strong forearm, fingers wrapping around his wrist.
“You can squeeze harder,” you whisper, pressing his fingers into your skin harder, gasping when he grants your request, eyes rolling back as the pressure around your throat constricts.
“That’s a little fucked up, baby,” Leon breathes out, watching as you writhe and suck in a ragged breath, his brows furrowing.
His brows raise when you glare at him, leaning over you to let his nose nudge against yours, kissing you gently before he tightens his grip a little more, drawing out a choked noise from you. There’s a heady fog settling over your mind the more he keeps you from barely breathing, something slow and syrupy creeping into the crevices of your brain as he presses a kiss to your cheek. He’s letting go before long though, brushing the pad of his thumb over your lips roughly.
“I can handle it,” you mumble hoarsely, head tipping as he massages your throat, huffing out a breath when he laughs against your cheek.
“Yeah?” Leon rasps, his gaze darkening when you suck his thumb into your mouth, tongue swirling around the digit needily, head lifting as you feign bobbing your head. “What, you want me to put you in your place or something? Is that what you need?”
The idea is appealing. You’ve been strung tight for months, between work and the never-ending cases that were stacking up on your desk, you hadn’t exactly gotten much time to yourself, to wind-down from the constant wear and tear brought about by the commitments demanded from you by the FBI.
“Maybe,” you say slowly, looking away. “I don’t know. I guess I just want some… attention or whatever.”
“From me?” Leon says, his fingers sliding over your jaw to guide your gaze back to him. “Your way of asking for attention is acting bratty?”
“I don’t know!” you sputter, pushing at his chest, feeling shy.
“Oh, that’s cute,” he coos, smiling down at you. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll give you all the attention you fuckin’ need.”
You squeak when he moves suddenly, sitting up before he’s dragging you towards him, maneuvering you until you're bent over his lap. A whimper is punched out of you when he squeezes the fat of your ass through your shorts, lashes fluttering when each consecutive grope grows rougher until it stings lightly.
“Guess if you’re into choking, you should be into something like this,” Leon murmurs thoughtfully, squeezing your ass greedily. “‘s been a while since I’ve done this with someone.”
“Since you’ve– ah– groped someone?” you ask, hips wiggling when his touches disappear, ass lifting involuntarily to chase after his touch.
“Kissed, touched,” he sucks in a sharp breath, “groped… fucked.”
You glance at him over your shoulder, brows raising curiously. “Can you still get it up?”
A sharp yelp escapes you when his hand comes down on your ass, hard and punishing. It stings, the pain spreading out over your ass unforgivingly. You try and glare at him but his hand is coming down again, landing another heavy spank to your other ass cheek.
“It was just a question!” you protest, squeaking when he spanks you again and again, eyes squeezing shut as the red-hot pain spreads over your ass, the ache in your pussy beginning to burrow deeper.
“I know,” Leon murmurs, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your shorts. “Do you want me to stop?”
You pout into the sheets, voice quiet. “No.”
He huffs out a soft laugh, tapping your hip. You lift them, letting him tug your shorts down, mewling softly when he squeezes your ass, his fingers dipping past your panties, stretching them before letting them snap back against your skin.
“Cute panties,” he says, his hand rubbing over your stinging ass, fingers sneaking between your thighs, brushing over the drenched, ruined fabric. “Too bad you’ve made them all messy, baby. So fucking wet for me. You like my hand on your ass?”
“Yes,” you grumble, glaring at the wall. “Stop asking stupid questions, you jerk.”
You jolt when he spanks you, letting out an agitated breath when his hand palms over ass before coming down again in several repeated motions. A whimper escapes you when pleasure bleeds through your body, teeth sinking into your lower lip when the pace of Leon’s slaps quicken. It hurts but feels so good all the same, your thighs trying to squeeze together with how uncomfortably wet your pussy is becoming.
“Don’t– fuck! Don’t stop,” you mewl, arching your back, tears prickling at your eyes. “Leon– please ah–”
“Please?” Leon echoes, “look at that, you’re back to being polite. Good fuckin’ girl.”
You whine in agreement, nodding dazedly as you look back at him, unfocused eyes finding his lopsided smile, heart fluttering in your chest. You reach back for him, hand fighting his shirt, lips parting, eyes slipping shut when he leans towards you, head dropping to kiss you deeply, his fingers squeezing at your ass gently.
“You gonna stop being a brat? Hm? You wanna be my good girl, baby?” Leon rasps against your lips, stealing another soft kiss, his hands still palming at the blistering flesh of your ass, squeezing every now and again to force a pitiful whine out of you. He clicks his tongue when you slur, nose nudging against yours gently. “I asked you a question, sweetheart. Use your words for me.”
“Yes,” you manage out, pushing your ass back into his greedy, awaiting palm, a few stray tears dripping down your cheeks. “‘m gonna be– nghh– ‘m gonna be your good girl, Leon.”
“Yeah?” he breathes out, voice sounding rough as his thumb strokes over your cheek, wiping away the tears. “My sweet, pretty girl.”
“It– it hurts,” you babble, jerking in his lap when he rains an unsuspecting slap down onto your ass, teary eyes rolling back when his fingers slip between your thighs suddenly, rubbing at your swollen, aching clit through the dampened fabric of your panties. “Leon– ah fuck!”
“I know it does,” he soothes, pressing harder against your clit until your legs kick up, “but you asked for this, baby. Remember? You came up to me all pretty and said you wanted attention.”
“Stop being mean,” you hiccup, leaning into his palm when he offers it to you, nuzzling into the warm, rough skin.
“Mean?” Leon whispers, “‘m taking care of you, sweetheart.” He hums as he wipes away the saliva beading at the corner of your mouth, spreading it over your lips before his thumb presses down more firmly, a grunt of satisfaction leaving him when your lips part obediently. “There you go,” he breathes out, “suck on my thumb while I play with this needy, little pussy, baby.”
You whine, fingers clinging to his wrist as you suck lazily, tongue swirling around his thumb. His fingers rub against your wet panties, drawing out a soft mewl from you as he pets your clothed pussy.
“You can take them off,” you mumble around his thumb, biting gently before sucking again, happy to have your mouth occupied. “Want you to touch me.”
“I kinda like ‘em on,” Leon murmurs, his fingers grabbing at your thighs before they move, slipping past the waistband. “Besides, I can touch you like this.”
Your eyes flutter shut when his fingers glide through your sticky, puffy folds, breath hitching while Leon groans when he feels your wet pussy. His fingers are thicker than yours, slipping over the soft skin before the calloused pads find your clit. Your thighs twitch, toes curling when he starts to rub your clit using slow, measured circles.
“Is this how you do it?” he asks, leaning down to kiss your cheek. “Did you play with your clit til you came in the shower?”
“Mhm,” you nod, peering up at him, lashes fluttering. You lap at his thumb, tongue flicking against the tip playfully, letting him watch.
“Fuck,” Leon rumbles, his thumb brushing over your bottom teeth before rubbing against your tongue. “So fuckin’ gorgeous, sweetheart. Look at you.”
You smile, lips wrapping back around his thumb soon after, eyes rolling back when his fingers leave your clit to play with your fluttering hole. A long whine leaves you when he circles your hole teasingly, the tip of a finger pressing in briefly before he draws them back out to rub at your clit.
“Put ‘em in,” you mewl, hips beginning to roll against his hand, one of your hands squirming underneath you to try and move his wrist. “Leon,” you grumble, pulling his thumb out of your mouth when he tries to press against your tongue again. “Put ‘em in.”
“What happened to being polite?” he muses, dipping his finger in again and then pulling it out.
“If you put ‘em in, I’ll be polite,” you reply, blinking up at him sweetly, a smug smile on your face.
Leon laughs, watching as your mouth drops open when he finally inches one finger inside of your clenching pussy, beginning to slowly fuck it in and out of you.
“Go on then,” he coaxes, “beg all pretty for me, sweetheart. Tell me what you want.”
“P– nghh– please fuck me with your fingers,” you whimper, fingers moving to rub at your throbbing clit. “Please, Leon? Want– fuck– want another finger.”
He doesn’t make you beg any further, sinking another finger into you. You shove your face into the sheets, hips wiggling back to meet the thrust of his fingers, your fingers quickening their pace against your clit.
“Taking me so good,” Leon murmurs, using his other hand to spread you open. You flush, feeling entirely too exposed as he stares down at your pussy stretching around his fingers. “Pretty fuckin’ pussy just sucking my fingers in.”
Your walls flutter around his fingers at that, hand reaching out for him blindly, fingers managing to curl into his shirt. You yank him down, mumbling something incoherent around his lips before dragging him down further, lips pressing against his. You moan into his mouth when he starts thrusting his fingers in and out of you harder, curling them just right.
“Leon,” you pant against his mouth, biting his lower lip before tugging it. Leon groans, his fingers scissoring before you moan again, lapping at his lips. His eyes roll back when your lips find his neck, head tipping to bare more of it to you until you manage to move, crawling up onto his lap, his fingers slipping out of you momentarily.
His back hits the bed when you push at his chest, his fingers finding your pussy again, thumb rubbing at your clit while his fingers sink back inside. You shove your face into the crook of his neck, breathing him in with a mewl, pawing at his firm chest as you let your hips drop, fucking yourself on his fingers.
“You gonna do that on my cock?” Leon moans, his fingers tangling in your hair when you kiss his neck feverishly, teeth scraping against his throat, the action enough to draw a hoarse growl from him. “Gonna ride my cock like you’re riding my fingers, gorgeous?”
“Yeah,” you murmur against his neck, latching onto his skin and sucking, all with the intent of leaving a mark of your own, like he had done on your ass. “Wanna– ahhh– wanna ride your cock, Leon.”
“Fuck,” he mutters, an arm clamping around your waist to hold you flush against him, his thumb pressing against your clit harder, the lewd noises of your pussy growing louder with every snap of his wrist. “You’re gonna drive me fucking insane.”
You smile against his throat, kissing the underside of his jaw when his throat bobs uncertainly.
“We haven’t even fucked yet,” you whisper, fingers slipping into his hair, pulling at the strands to make him expose his neck further, drawing out a pretty whine from his lips. “Think you can handle me?”
Your smile fades when his fingers pull out of you suddenly, a sharp yelp leaving you when he grabs your hips and manhandles you onto your stomach, the fabric of your panties tearing loudly as he rips them off of you and pulls your ass into the air.
“Those were comfy!” you protest, glaring at him. “Leon?” you jolt when he slaps your ass hard, pulling your asscheeks apart. “Leon, wait– ah fuck!”
You squeal when he buries his face between your thighs, lurching forward unsteadily on your knees, hands grabbing out for the pillows. He’s ruthless, tongue gliding through your warm folds, drinking down your slick with a rough growl, his hands squeezing at your hips, tugging you back onto his mouth when you try and squirm away. The stubble on his cheeks and jaw isn’t helping, scratching against your skin deliciously as he nips and spits onto your cunt.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” he snaps lowly, biting punishingly into your thigh when you try kicking at his chest. “Huh?”
“I didn’t–” your leg jerks when Leon bites the back of your thigh, fingers curling into the pillows tightly when he bites the fat of your ass soon after, tongue laving over the bite.
“You didn’t what?” Leon asks, thumb finding your swollen bud, his tongue drifting over the inner crease of your thigh, barely shy of your aching pussy. “You didn’t mean it, is that it, baby?” he drawls, wet fingers rubbing over your pussy.
“Yes!” you choke out, hand slapping against the pillow when he sucks your clit into his mouth lazily, his nose pressing into your pussy, rough hands massaging your ass. “I– nghhhh– I didn’t mean it, Leon.”
“Oh, I think you did,” he sighs heavily, feigning disappointment. He clicks his tongue condescendingly. “I thought you were being my sweet girl, but turns out you’ve just got one hell of a mean streak. Just can’t help being a bit bratty, can you, pretty baby?”
“I’m not a brat,” you wail, shoving your face into the pillows the same time he presses his face into your pussy.
You don’t think anyone’s touched you like this before, let alone used their mouth like this. Leon’s strong, his hands clamping down onto you to keep you in place as he flicks his tongue over your clit, teeth scraping over the sensitive bud. You drool messily, whimpering and whining as he laps at your cunt, his tongue prodding against your hole.
“Oh fuck,” you whisper, glancing behind you, eyes wide to find Leon looking at you hungrily, his gaze dark and feral. You swallow nervously, thighs twitching when he kisses the curve of your ass. “Leon, Leon– oh fuck!”
A squeal escapes you when he presses his tongue into your clenching cunt, eyes squeezing shut so tightly that you feel dizzy, hips pressing back needily to meet the movements of his tongue. He fucks it into you, head tilting as he holds you against his mouth, a hand moving under your hoodie to stroke over the length of your back.
You arch, mewling, hips swaying dazedly as he caresses your pussy with his tongue. A soft, ragged moan leaves you when his mouth moves, returning to your clit, toes curling when he presses his fingers back into you.
“You sound so pretty falling apart on my tongue,” Leon murmurs, rubbing his tongue over your clit with a groan, his fingers crooking inside of you. “You gonna cum, baby? Pretty pussy’s clenching around my fingers.”
“Nghhh–” you slur into the pillows, trying and failing to keep your eyes open, your lids drooping shut when his fingers press against that spot inside of you, his fingers rubbing over it with just the right amount of pressure.
His stubble brushes against the backs of your thighs, lips soft as he trails hot kisses all over your skin. Your hips jerk when he fucks his fingers into you harder and faster, the pressure in your lower stomach growing greater. When his mouth latches back onto you, you moan loudly, knees beginning to buckle.
“Fuck! ‘m gonna cum– ‘m gonna fucking cum, Leon,” you whine, hugging the pillow to your chest, a sharp breath of air leaving you.
“Cum then, sweetheart,” he whispers, “be a good girl and cum for me.”
You cry out when he sucks harder on your clit, his face pressing harder into you, nose buried into your pussy. Leon groans loudly, the vibration shooting up through you, making your pussy clench around his fingers tightly. Your body trembles, knees giving out finally when his tongue flicks at your clit, another moan tearing its way out of your throat as you cum.
“That’s it,” Leon snarls, managing to hold you up despite your arms feeling rubber. “Cum just like that. Good girl. Good fuckin’ girl.”
You whimper, still twitching as he laps at your cunt gently, tongue sweeping over your folds as he slurps down your slick, his thumb rubbing against your clit to draw out the final waves of your orgasm while his fingers slow their pace inside of you before pulling out completely.
Leon’s body is hot when he hovers above you, his hands brushing away the sweaty hair clinging to your skin, head dipping to press soft kisses to your cheek, his stubble oddly soothing as it rubs along your skin.
“You okay?” he asks softly, hands drifting down over your back, squeezing your waist soothingly, hands petting at your still reddened and slightly bruised ass. “I guess I’ve been a little pent up.”
“A little?” you murmur, fingers sliding into his hair when he kisses your neck. “I think you’re more than a little pent up, Leon.”
He grunts in agreement, dropping another kiss to your neck before laying down on his back, letting out a heavy breath.
“I haven’t exactly had time to relax,” he sighs, “too many fucking responsibilities ever since Raccoon City.”
You hum, sitting up, arms still a little wobbly. Leon watches you, his eyes tracking your every movement. You smile at him, eyes twinkling, fingers hooking into the hem of your hoodie before you pull it up over your head, tossing it to the side. He sucks in a sharp breath when he sees your breasts, hand reaching out before he pauses mid-reach. You take his hand, pulling it toward your breast, smile growing wider when he squeezes.
“Are my tits helping you relax?” you ask innocently, hands landing on his chest as you swing a leg over his hip, straddling him.
“Guess so,” Leon says, his other hand joining the fray, squeezing your untouched breast. “Pretty fuckin’ tits, sweetheart.”
Your eyes flutter shut as you let him play with your tits, distracted momentarily by the way his fingers move – pinching and tugging, thumb sweeping over your hardened nipples. It’s when you shift on his lap that you become aware of how hard his cock is, hips rolling against the clothed length.
“To answer your question,” he murmurs, tracing the curve of your breast, gently cupping one in his hand, thumb stroking over the soft flesh. “I can, in fact, still get it up.”
You snort, unable to stop the laugh that bubbles out of you. Leon grins back, his head tilting as he peers up at you, hands sliding down over your sides to grab your waist.
“I didn’t doubt you for a second,” you breathe out, voice laced with amusement, your hands beginning to pull at his shirt. He helps you, lifting his arms so that you’re able to pull it up over his head easily. “You do look pretty good for a 49-year-old.”
You lean forward, kissing him gently before you trail kisses down his neck and over his chest, lips brushing over his thick pecs. Leon sighs, his eyes slipping shut, a hand cupping the back of your head as you continue to lay his skin with kisses. You kiss his scars tentatively, squirming lower to kiss his abdomen, tongue darting out to trace the defined ridges of his abdomen.
“You tryna make me cum?” Leon rasps, half-lidded eyes watching you as you bite at his side playfully.
“That is a priority, yes,” you say, following the trail of coarse hair that lies under his navel and the thick bulge laying further down.
His hands in your hair tighten when you nuzzle into his sweatpants, nose brushing against the fabric. When you breathe in, you can smell him, all heady and musky and arousal is seeping into your bones once more, mouth sucking at his clothed cock.
“As much fuck– I would like that,” he grumbles, hips bucking when you mouth at him again, spit dampening his sweatpants, “I’ll cum if you put your mouth on me, baby.”
“Just one suck,” you mumble stubbornly, pulling his sweatpants and boxers down.
Your eyes widen when his cock bobs heavily, struggling with its own weight. You swallow, blinking dazedly as you take in the length and the thickness and the heavy balls that sit underneath. The tip is flushed angrily, darkened and dripping with globs of pre-cum that don’t seem to stop, his cock twitching when you lean towards it slowly.
“It’s big,” you whisper, glancing up at Leon before your eyes find his cock again, pussy beginning to throb as you imagine the stretch. “Really fucking big. You’re– you’re that hard for me?”
Leon grunts, his hand wrapping around his cock, giving it a quick pump. “Yeah, just for you, sweet girl.” He pumps it again, holding his cock towards you. “You said you wanted a taste, go ‘head, pretty baby.”
You don’t need any further invitation, licking your lips hungrily, tongue lolling out. You drag your tongue along the hot length of his cock, feeling the smooth skin and saltiness of his pre-cum. Leon groans, his hips bucking again, another glob of pre-cum dribbling out. You lean forward just in time, catching it on your tongue before your lips wrap around his thick cock.
“Fuck– fuck, baby,” Leon moans, twitching underneath you as you bob your head, beginning to suck. “Your mouth– hah– fuckkk.”
You peer up at him, eyes glittering as you let your tongue swirl around the head before you pull off, pressing a wet, sticky kiss to the tip of his cock.
“Don’t do that,” he mutters hoarsely, shaking his head, “don’t fucking kiss my cock like you’re fucking in love with it.”
You do it again, brows raising when his cock twitches, looking over to find his hand clenched into the sheets, knuckles nearly white.
“I think you like it,” you tease, moving to wrap your hand around his cock, stroking it slowly. “And… I think your cock likes it too.”
“Fuck me,” he growls, head tipping back when you take his cock back into your mouth, sucking and slurping lewdly. He groans and grunts through it, eyes peeling open to watch you swallow around his cock, your pupils blown wide with lust.
When his head lolls to the side, you take your chance, head dipping before he can stop you to suck one of his balls into your mouth. He tastes so dizzyingly nice, spit beginning to leak from the corners of your mouth. Leon’s cock kicks and you land one last kiss to the tip before he’s pulling you up towards him, muffling your whine with a messy kiss.
“Wanna ride it,” you mumble against his lips, worming closer, breasts squishing up against his firm chest.
Leon doesn’t answer, too busy tipping your head up by your chin to kiss you again, stealing your breath. You paw at his chest, fingers finally latching onto his thick biceps. Squeezing, you moan into his mouth when his tongue strokes against yours, arms wrapping around his neck as he pulls back up onto his lap.
Your hips roll, bare pussy gliding along the length of his cock, the tip catching on your newly swollen clit, making you twitch. He refuses to let up with the kisses, groaning into your mouth when you pull at his hair, feverishly swallowing up every little noise that bleeds from your throat.
“Yeah?” he breathes out finally, head tipping back for a moment as he catches his breath, calloused hands squeezing at your hips. “You wanna bounce on it? Hm? This needy pussy of yours need a fat cock to keep it happy, baby?”
“Mhm,” you nod, biting your lip, arousal blistering over your skin, lust beginning to cloud your thoughts once more. You press closer, lips brushing against his ear as though telling him a secret. “It needs your fat cock, Leon.”
“C’mere,” he mutters roughly, moving you up onto your knees, hand grasping the base of his cock to hold it steady for you. “Sink down on it, sweetheart.”
You shift, lowering yourself slowly, letting out a muffled gasp when you start to take his cock, the head of it already beginning to stretch out your pussy as it bullies its way past your entrance.
“‘s just so fucking thick,” you moan softly, peering up at him.
Leon hums, his thumb stroking over your lower lip while his other hand strokes over your hip soothingly.
“You got it, baby,” he smiles, dropping a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “You took my fingers and my mouth so fucking good. Only got a few inches left, yeah?”
Your brows furrow as you bite your lip harder, gasping when you finally take all of him, pussy fluttering around his cock wildly in an attempt to adjust to his sheer size. You feel so full, so much so that you think you can feel him in your stomach.
“Good fuckin’ girl,” Leon whispers, his arms wrapping around your waist as he leans against the headboard of the bed. “Take what you need from me, sweetheart. ‘s all yours.”
“Leon,” you mewl, dragging out the syllables of his name, whimpering against his mouth when he kisses your cheek. “I… I can’t,” you say, flushing hot, “it’s too big, I don’t–”
“Good girls don’t give up,” he breathes out, hands moving to squeeze at your waist, “not to mention you were so headstrong earlier. Where’s that attitude now, baby?”
“You fucked it outta me,” you retort poutily, shoving your face into the crook of his neck.
“And to think you said I was old and weird– shit, baby–”
You relish in the loud, guttural groan he lets out when the walls of your pussy squeeze around him. Nuzzling closer, you kiss the spot under his ear before your hips move, rocking and rolling in a lazy rhythm as you get used to his size.
“I’m not giving up,” you murmur, glancing up at him as he watches you, head tipping back when his hand moves up over your breasts, slipping between them to wrap around your throat.
“Atta girl.”
Leon squeezes and you moan, grabbing his wrist as your knees dig into the bedding, hips beginning to rise and fall. He pulls you into a sloppy kiss, growling into your mouth, panting as his tongue slips over yours messily, his thumb prying your mouth open. You pant, tongue lolling out as you ride his cock, the bed creaking from your motions as you fuck yourself on his cock needily.
“Fuckin’ gorgeous,” Leon rasps, watching you with dark eyes, his hair messy and hanging over one side of his face. “So fuckin’ gorgeous, sweetheart.”
You smile at him dopily, breath slowing when his hand tightens, starting to cut off your intake of oxygen. His nose nudges against yours, breath hot as he kisses you, lips working against yours eagerly until his grip loosens, letting you suck in a breath.
“You trust me that much?” Leon asks, smiling back at you with a feral look in his eyes when your hand wraps around his throat. “You think that’s a good idea, sweetheart? You wanna choke me out while you ride my cock?”
“Oh, you can take it,” you whisper, tightening your grip. Your movements don’t slow, thighs smacking against his as you bounce on his lap, your hand landing on his shoulder for leverage as you drop yourself down on his cock harder, setting a firmer rhythm. “Heard you– ahh– kicked ass back at Rhodes Hill.”
He grins, eyes glinting, a ragged noise leaving him when you pant into his mouth, licking at his lips.
“Yeah, I still hah– got it,” Leon muses, hands squeezing at your ass.
Your brows furrow when his grip tightens, a moan punched out of you when he grips your hips starting to lift you, using you as he fucks you on his cock.
“That’s it,” he drawls, controlling the rhythm and you, his forehead pressing against yours as he jerks you up and down his thick, throbbing cock. “Take my fat fuckin’ cock, baby. Cute, little pussy’s just swallowing me up.”
You whimper, hand sliding to cup the nape of his neck, your bodies moving together as his cock carves its way through your pussy, nestling against that spot before it glides out and drives back in. His chest is pressed against yours, firm muscle pressed against your soft breasts, the coarse thatch of hair at the base of his cock rubbing along your clit.
“Harder,” you whisper, eyes finding his, hips starting to sway back to meet his thrusts when he plants his feet into the bed, knees bending as he fucks his cock up into you. “Want it– nghh– harder, Leon.”
“That might strain my joints, baby,” he says softly, smiling up at you when you huff out an annoyed breath. “What? You were concerned about my bones.”
“Fuck your bones,” you groan, pushing at his chest, squirming off of his lap onto your hands and knees, ass swaying up into the air. You look back at him over your shoulder, hand worming between your thighs to spread yourself open for him, wet, dripping pussy all on display for him. “‘m so empty,” you whisper, voice lilting. “Fill me up?” You bat your lashes, “please?”
Leon mutters a low curse, his chest heaving as he rises up onto his knees, using your ankle to pull you toward him, his hand stroking his cock with uneven motions, knuckles tightening when he sees the slick webbing between your puffy folds and clinging to your thighs.
You’re half-expecting some witty remark, but all Leon does is brush a rough kiss to your shoulder, grunting into your ear before he’s notching the head of his cock against your aching pussy and driving his cock into you.
“Too– fuck! Too fast!” you squeal when he starts thrusting hard and fast, the bed beginning to rock with every snap of his hips.
“But you said you were empty,” Leon rumbles into your ear, “‘m just filling up this needy, pretty fucking cunt for you, sweetheart. So stop squirming,” his hand clamps down on your hips, “and fucking take it.”
You wail into the room, thrashing under him when his hips smack into your ass, balls slapping against your throbbing clit, the lewd noises echoing through the small space. He draws moan after moan out of you, his cock pounding into your pussy unforgivingly. You think you can feel it in your throat, his fat cock sliding through your gripping, fluttering walls.
Leon’s body is draping over your back, his mouth settling right next to your ear as he grunts and groans. Your toes curl, back arching when he pushes down on the small of your back, his breathing ragged as he grinds his impossibly thick cock into you.
“Fuck,” you mewl, spying his flexed bicep near your head, drool pooling into your mouth. Your head tilts as the muscle bulges, all inhibitions lost when you follow the line of his arm to stare hazily at his veiny forearm. You lean towards his bicep, teeth sinking into the thick muscle with a moan.
Leon’s breath hitches, his hips stuttering for a moment when he realizes you’ve bit him before his thrusts start up again, his hot, heavy cock pounding back into your needy pussy. You lick his bicep, tongue laving over his warm skin, eyes rolling back when his arm moves, wrapping around your throat, his bicep pressed up against the side of your neck.
“You keep– fuck– staring at my arms, sweetheart,” Leon rasps, grinning against your cheek when you let out a choked moan, his breath cut off by a low moan of his own. “Is this what you need? A strong arm wrapped around your throat, fat cock pounding into your needy cunt and sweet, little kisses?” He punctuates his question by kissing your temple.
“I– nghhh– need you,” you whine, feeling dazed as he drops his weight onto you a little more, enough so that you can feel every inch of him against your back.
You can’t really do anything but take it, his skin slapping against yours and breath rough in your ear. When his fingers move, finding your clit to rub the swollen bud, you whimper, clutching the sheets, nails raking against the fabric as the string of pleasure draws tighter.
“‘m gonna cum,” you say hoarsely, cunt clenching around his cock desperately. “Leon– Leon, Leon, Leon!”
“‘m right here, baby,” Leon whispers, kissing your cheek, “taking my cock so well. Doing so– fuck– good for me, yeah? Cum whenever you want, sweet girl, I’ve got you.”
Your body jerks when his fingers rub against your clit faster, a ragged scream erupting from you as you cum violently. Leon swears, his grip on you faltering, the arm on your throat drawing away as you twitch on his cock, grasping at the sheets, at the pillows until Leon offers you his hand.
Your fingers lace together with his and you squeeze tightly, gasping uncontrollably until his mouth finds yours, capturing your lips in a kiss. You whimper into his mouth, knees weak and thighs tired, your death-grip on his hand loosening when he soothes you with soft kisses. Your pussy clenches and Leon groans into your mouth, his hips jerking forward unevenly.
“‘m gonna cum too, pretty baby,” he grunts, fingers pushing at your ass gently, hips beginning to pull away. “Greedy, little pussy’s clenching around me too tight, I can’t–”
“Inside,” you mumble, letting your hips sway back tiredly, trying to swallow down the length of his cock. “Cum inside.”
“That’s– shittt– a bad idea, baby,” Leon groans, his head dropping forward to rest against your shoulder as his hips rock into you, pace stuttering.
You can feel his cock throb and twitch, a soft mewl escaping you. “You said you were full of bad ideas.”
Leon lets out a startled laugh, his breath coming out in short, choppy bursts. “I did– hahhh– I did say that. Take my cum then, sweetheart, gonna flood this perfect fuckin’ cunt with cum.”
He grips your hips, thrusting forward with a hard drive of his cock. Leon swears under his breath, his hips jerking into your ass as he cums, cock kicking and throbbing as hot, thick cum floods your pussy.
You let out a contented noise when he moans into your ear, low and guttural, the sound making you feel warm. His softening cock slips out after a few moments and Leon pulls himself away from you, the bed protesting under the weight of you both. You curl up into his side, head dropping over his chest, eyes drooping when you feel the steady beat of his heart.
Leon’s hand settles on your head, stroking over your hair lazily as he pants, chest rising and falling.
“Do you feel relaxed?” you murmur, peering up at him with a sleepy smile.
“I feel fucked out,” Leon mutters, his thumb tracing the curve of your cheek, rubbing at the spot of drool that had pooled at the corner of your mouth. “You did a number on me, sweetheart.”
“I aim to please.”
He laughs, hauling you closer and you smile, kissing the underside of his jaw. “You went above and beyond, I can tell you that much.”
You snort, arms wrapping around his neck. “Am I gonna get that in writing?”
“I’ll think about it,” Leon murmurs, his fingers slipping under your chin to tip your head, lips pressing against yours. You hum into the kiss, fingers tangling in his soft hair, a quiet noise leaving you as he squeezes your ass.
When Leon pulls away, you chase after his lips, eyes fluttering shut when he returns your kiss just as eagerly, your thigh hooking over his hip, brows furrowing when you feel his cock against your thigh.
You look down, cheeks flushing when you find his spent cock beginning to harden, the fat length bobbing gently as it fills out.
“Already?” you murmur, sighing softly when he leaves stubbly kisses along your jaw.
“What can I say?” Leon whispers, his hips bucking when your hand wraps around his hardening cock. “You uh… bring out the best in me, I guess.”
You raise your brows, unable to stop the wide smile that spreads across your face. “Your best attribute is your cock? That’s a little disappointing.”
He grins, groaning when you kiss his pec.
“You didn’t seem to think it was disappointing when I fucked you with it.”
“It is nice,” you acquiesce, head tipping back as he leans into you, trailing hot kisses down your neck, his hips beginning to rock lazily, meeting the strokes of your hand.
“I do have other nice, non-sexual attributes,” Leon says, his hand cupping your cheek, thumb stroking over your skin gently. There’s a light flush settled on his cheeks and he clears his throat, sucking in a soft breath when you squeeze his cock. “Maybe you’d like to find out sometime?”
Your smile softens, affection beginning to creep in through the cracks of your ribs. Leaning forward, you kiss him gently.
PLEASE I NEED RE9 LEON SO BADLY IK HE WPULD LOOK AFTER US SO WELL PLSSSSS
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જ⁀➴ Aftercare with RE9!Boyfriend!Leon ᝰ.ᐟ 18+
Leon wasn’t a stranger to hard work or long distance— he was trained for it, quite literally. That’s why he cherishes his time at home, with you, why he settles for nothing more than to worship every inch of you in bed.
He’s gotta make up for the lost time somehow, right?
And fucking you into the mattress until the only thing on your mind is him… is exactly how he does that, and he’s damn good at it too. He knows your body like he knows his way around a gun; it’s second nature to him. He knows exactly how to coax those breathless moans from your perfect lips and how to get you to arch up into him, when to press deeper and when to ease up, how to bring you over that edge and keep you right on the brink.
He gives it to you good, so it’s only logical that he takes care of you after he’s done fucking you dumb.
“You always take it so good, baby,” he coos against your shoulder blade, where he brushes a series of feather-light kisses, his lips trailing slowly down your spine— his stubble whispering against your flushed skin. “You okay, hm? not too sore?” he almost sounds proud of himself.
“A little achy, it’s a good ache though.” You hum into the pillows from where you’re lying on your stomach, face buried into the silk— your voice lazy and a little muffled.
“Good, means I did my job right,” you can feel his lips curl into a smug grin as he presses his face into the nape of your neck— his big palm running over the curve of your hip. “c’mere, let me hold you.”
Your body, heavy and boneless, relaxes into his big warm arms— he had joked one time that they were shaped to hold you, just like this, with your head tucked under his chin whilst his fingertips run nonsensical patterns up and down your spine in long soothing strokes, his touch grounding you in the moment, his heartbeat under your ear.
“Want me to go run you a bath?— reheat that pizza?” he murmurs against your temple, brushing a kiss to your hairline as you tilt your head to gaze up at those baby blues of his that the warm lamplight catches.
“Mm, in a minute… just wanna look at you first,” he smirks at your needy response, bringing a hand up to run his fingers through your hair, a silent 'I'm here' in his touch.
“Don’t think there’s much to look at… m’just wrinkles now baby,” he says, a faint chuckle catching in his deep voice.
He watches you roll your eyes at him, in that fond way you do whenever he says or does something ridiculous and god does he just thrive off of your little expressions— it’s free ammunition, that frown you get between your brows and that pout to your lips of yours that he loves to kiss right from your mouth.
You huff, muttering something about him ‘ageing sexily’ as you press a kiss to his stubbled jaw, then another to the corner of his mouth, lingering for a moment. “You’re still my man.”
“Damn straight I am, baby, all yours.” He beams, pride warming behind his ribs and bleeding all through his chest as he hauls you closer to him— dragging your thigh across his hips, your soft curves pressing up into the hard planes of his body like puzzle puzzles. “My girl,” he whispers as if to remind himself, bumping his nose against yours before stealing a slow kiss that has you melting further into him with a pleased noise.
Your fingers thread through his salt and pepper hair, smiling against his mouth when you feel him lean into your hands with the faintest hum— his forehead dropping to yours.
“I’ll build you that bookshelf tomorrow, after I make you breakfast.” you feel his voice rumble through his chest like distant thunder as he speaks, low and yet impossibly tender— always tender with you. “Right now, I’m gonna run you a bath and get some food in you.”
And all you could do was nod, humming a grateful thanks. His words weren’t up for debate, not when it came to looking after you.
AN: oh my god writers block has been beating the shit out of me lol. I’m watching someone play Re9 and got the sudden urge and wrote this <3
tw. HUGE ANGST. married! leon. cheating. p in v. ada bashing (sorry). smut. smoking. alcohol use. fingering. crying. crying during sex. HUGE yearning. title from vacillator - ethel cain.
You always knew Leon would never be with you. No matter how much you wanted him. Wether its sitting on your balcony with a cigarette between your lips after a long day at the DSO, lying in bed with a pillow between your legs to ease the thoughts of him, or seeing Leon walk past your desk everyday.
Nothing was going to change.
You were friends once. He brought you coffee on your first day and you baked cookies for him in return. Sometimes you can still see the crinkles around his eyes softening when he took a bite, joking that you should be a baker instead. He personally asked for you on intercom during missions and when things got too much he’d drive you home, hesitating at your front door until he decided maybe he needed comfort too and you both held each other until you fell asleep.
He’d never talk about it and you’d never asked questions. Thats the way it was and that was good enough.
Until you shared that stupid cigarette. Leon was never a smoker but the view from your balcony was pretty and leon finally- for once in his life- felt relaxed. You lit it, took a drag and passed it to him. Knuckles brushing as he took it between his fingers and his lips wrapped around the filter just like yours.
Leon wondered why you would choose to slowly kill yourself with these things but soon found comfort when he realised maybe you’re just as broken as him. Cigarettes or drinking, it’s all the same. A distraction.
So he leaned over and kissed you. Dubbing out the bud while your hands gripped onto him like you never wanted to let go, teeth clattering as he layed you down on the bed with his body flush against yours. You wanted to crawl into him, hide from the beasts of the outside world and never come out.
You like to think leon made love to you that night, the way he whispered sweetness into your ear as you stretched around his cock and held you in his arms until morning.
Whatever way Leon was capable of love, you wanted it.
Things changed after that, he requested sherry for intercoms, wouldn’t look at you during office hours and stopped driving you home. messages late into the night asking him to come over got left on delivered and you slept less and smoked more.
Its Wednesday, downpour splashes against the DSO office building distracting you from editing files that need to be ready for tomorrow. Your desk is a mess, old stained coffee cups leaving rings on paper that you cant be bothered to clean, trash full of scrunched up drafts and dark bags under your eyes.
You look a mess.
Leons been out on a mission for a couple days, you could hear sherry talking to him over intercom sometimes from her cubicle. It makes you sad to know that used to be you.
Thankfully he’s back today and you’ve decided you’re going to question him. ask why he’s pulling away, what you did wrong? Why leon kennedy wont even look at you.
The words on your computer become a blur and your just about to go for a break when the loud thud of boots make you perk up.
Its Leon. His dark leather jacket wrapped around his bulky frame, tight shirt underneath and matching trousers. His dark hair falling over his eyes- less dark circles under them. He looks good. Extremely good for being on a long mission.
He doesn’t look at you once, just walks over to sherry with his smirk as she smiles up at him. You’re not one to stick your nose in places it shouldn’t be but when sherry yells “congratulations!” and wraps her arms around Leon, you cant help but raise a brow.
He moves a chair next to hers and sits down, hand on her shoulder with his back to you and sitting on his finger is a ring. Not just any ring, it’s a wedding band.
Your chest is tight and your lip starts to wobble as you deflate in your chair. Leons married. Leon Kennedy just got married while you were on the sidelines waiting for him to come back.
Your fingers logging you off the computer and grabbing your bag as you stand abruptly, practically running out the office with your head down. A few people throw glances but you don’t care.
The elevators broken so you take the stairs, nearly tripping over your cheap heels until your outside under the overhang protecting you from the rain. Rummaging through your bag you blink away tears as you reach for your lighter. DSO agents don’t cry, so you hold it in as you light a cigarette, wiping a tear using your palm and taking a long drag.
You’d never take Leon as a man to settle, picturing him living the white picket fence life made you sick and now it’s true.
He’s settled, he’s moving on and you’re stuck.
Nothing changes.
You lean against the wall with weak legs, smoke filling your lungs and nicotine feeling like a lifeline as you pinch your bag tightly. You’ll take the bus home, buy another packet of smokes because you’re almost out and take a break from work.
Just as you think your figuring out, the emergency exit swings open and your back to square one. Leon walks out, blue eyes contrasting with the upcoming storm as he walks over to you, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed next to you.
You don’t know what to say, you cant even look at him.
“It’s ada.” He says.
“What?” your voice sounds pitched, your trying to sound okay.
“Me and ada. We got married. I was never on a mission.” He turns to you, watching your body stiffen.
You should’ve known really, Ada wong and leon kennedy make sense. The history, the rumours of her actually joining the FBI. The whole incident in raccoon city. An image of leon tangled in sheets with ada flashes through your mind.
“Congratulations.” You mumble, throwing the dub on the floor and rubbing it into the concrete with your shoe. Your stomach is tight when you think about sherry- your friend, lying to you. Leon lying to you.
“I was going to tell you.. i just didn’t want to hurt you.” Leon mumbles, shoulder brushing yours. He sounds sincere.
You huff, teary eyed as you finally look at him.
“It’s a bit late for that.” You whisper and you think his eyes soften before he stands straight, looking back at the downpour.
“Let me give you a ride home.”
“I don’t want-“
He reaches over before you can argue anymore, taking your bag between his fingers and nudging his head towards his car.
He begins walking before you can protest and you follow with shaky legs, rain dampening you both as he unlocks his doors, scrambling inside.
The ride to yours is silent just like you expected. Leon keeps looking over at you like he’s worried. His hands on the wheel, ring catching in the light like it’s taunting you.
He slows to a stop outside your front door but you cant move. you want to ask him questions, talk more. You know it’s wrong to invite him in, he’s married now and being caught with you after… whatever you were isn’t appropriate.
“Do.. you want to come in for a drink?”
Leon stiffens, gripping the wheel so tight his knuckles turn white and his jaw tenses. You’re not needy and definitely not one to get on your knees, but for a yes you’d do anything right now.
He hesitates and you think back to the night he told you about raccoon city, how he couldn’t save everyone and how guilty he feels. How he hesitated then too. He’s so closed off now.
Leon nods and before your shoulders sag in relief you’re both getting out the car, locking it behind him and walking up the stairs.
The apartment door opens and Leon shuts it behind him gently as you take off your heels, wincing at your aching feet.
“You okay?” He asks. No.
You nod throwing your bag down as you walk to the kitchen, Leon following after you like a lost puppy though he’s slept here many times.
Digging through your cabinets you grab whiskey and two glasses, bringing them to the rusted table and chairs on your balcony. The rain has stopped now, dark grey clouds cover the sunset.
Leon sits down with a grunt and you do the same opposite him, he pours the whiskey as you light up a smoke.
“I wish you’d quit that-“
“Im happy for you, really-“
You both cut each other off and leon huffs, taking a long swig of his drink as he leans back into the chair, legs squeaking under his weight.
Leon studies the glass in his hand, turning it slightly. The ring flashes again, you wish it wouldn’t.
“I meant what I said,” you add, softer this time. “I am happy for you.”
He nods, but it’s delayed like the words had to fight their way through something thick before reaching him. for a moment he looks like the version of him you used to know.
“I didn’t think you’d invite me in,” he admits, your shoulders tense and you take a long drag, stubbing the ash into your ashtray.
Your chest feels tight. “I didn’t think you’d say yes.”
The cigarette burns low between your fingers. You crush it out more forcefully than necessary.
“Why did you come, Leon?” you ask. “Really.”
“I wanted to see you.” he says, and you feel like you might throw up.
Your breath catches just slightly. Enough that he notices. of course he does.
“That’s not fair,” you whisper.
“I know.” he mumbles, setting his drink down as he turns to face you.
“You could’ve spoke to me in the office.”
“I know.” He repeats sterner, dark hair shagging over his eyes from the light breeze.
You’re trembling now, gripping your fingers so tight they start to ache.
“I was waiting-
Before you can even get the words out Leon’s all over you, gripping the back of your neck with his palm to kiss you, teeth clattering as you breathe him in.
His tongue slips past your lips but you pull away, hands on his shoulders as you head drops to his chest, your panting against his neck as he kisses and suckles your neck, holding your hair between his fingers.
“Leon..”
“I know.” He whispers as you nuzzle into him.
This isn’t what you planned and you feel terrible. It’s so wrong but Leon isn’t stopping and Ada’s case file flashes through your mind. You’re sad and jealous, so you’ll take what you want. just this once.
You know you’ll both regret it in the morning as you connect your lips with his again, shoving yourself into him until he picks you up, teeth clattering as he shuts the balcony door with his foot, all his attention on you. finally.
He groans against your mouth as you claw his back, dropping you down on the bed until he’s dry humping you through your pants.
Your hands reach down to unbuckle his belt as he pulls your top above your head, unclasping your bra and throwing it away as he leans down to suck and lick your nipples, chest arching into him while he kicks his trousers off.
He pulls away swiftly, standing above to you pull off his boxers, pretty clean shaven cock slapping against his toned abs. pre cum drips from the tip and you sit up on your elbows as he grips your chin. His eyes following his thumb trailing your bottom lip.
“You don’t even realize how beautiful you are.”
Leon mumbles, trailing his hand down your throat until he pulls away.
You open your mouth to speak but he cuts you off.
“Turn around.”
Your eyebrows furrow, doe eyes staring up at him but he’s looking at your lips. How could you say no to that? When everything you’ve ever wanted is standing in front of you, who are you to deny?
So you do, turning around on the bed until you’re on all fours, back arched.
“F-fuck.. leon.” You whine as he pulls down your trousers and pants in one, throwing them away. Your pussy’s leaking slick down your thighs as he presses a thumb to your hole, kissing the back of your spine when he presses his thumb in.
You buck into his hand as he groans against your neck, adding two more fingers until he’s knuckle deep, pumping in and out in and out until you’re a moaning mess.
“Think i’ve prepared you enough.” He whispers, kissing the shell of your ear softly as he pulls his fingers out of you, clear slick dripping from your cunt.
Leons hand plants firmly against your middle back, pressing your face into the bed as you grip the bedspread between your fingers while he notches the head against your hole.
You both moan as he rubs the tip around your clit before bottoming out, balls slapping your cunt as he leans over you, breathe fanning the back of your neck.
“L-Leon mmf..-“ you whimper but he doesn’t respond. Your face smushed against the bed as he starts pounding you hard, ass rippling with every thrust, drool slipping from your lips.
“Fuckin’ tight, just like i remember.” Leon groans, pummelling you into the bed hard.
Your hand reaches behind your back, giving him the grabby motion but he doesn’t intertwine your fingers. You turn your head to see Leon groaning behind you, fingers digging into the fat of your cheeks. Sweat dripping down his forearms.
He’s not looking at you. His eyes are trained on the area where you both connect. You whimper when you realise and stray tears start to fall from your eyes.
You’re crying because you want him to look at you desperately. And because you know this isn’t love, this is goodbye.
A few quiet tears later and you’re clenching around his cock, whimpering as you coat his cock with your wet slick and soon after he’s coming inside you. Warm spurts of cum shoot into your pussy as he leans his damp head against your back, panting into your skin until he pulls out.
You wipe your tears quickly and if Leon has noticed he hasn’t said anything. Instead he just moves to lay against the headboard, chest rising and falling quickly as he pulls you into his arm, your cheek layed against his sweaty chest.
He’s looking up at the ceiling and your lip trembles against him.
“Im sorry.” You whisper.
“I know.” he mumbles through ragged breathes. “go to sleep.”
Sunlight peers through your open curtains as you squint, groaning at the sore feeling between your legs.
Rubbing your eyes you sigh before turning to the other side of your bed.
Its empty.
Leons gone, just like you expected. you don’t hold it against him, you cant.
You grab your phone, going through your contacts to realise his is gone. He must’ve gone through your phone and deleted it while you slept.
you know its for the better.
Swinging your legs to dangle off the bed you sniffle when you notice a brand new pack of your favourite cigarettes and lighter planted on your nightstand.
He remembered.
i wrote this while listening to ethel cains whole perverts album and it broke me. brb gonna crawl back into the dirt i came out of. 🤍
waking up next to older leon kennedy and giving him a lazy blowjob to get rid of that rock hard morning wood he’s got hiding in his shorts… he’s barely awake and muttering a dozen of fucks and sweathearts under his breath… him hugging you from behind and warming his cock inside your pussy. you switch positions and get on top to roll your hips with his arms around your back, pulling you closer to his chest so he can suck on your nipples. then he fills your cunt up to the brim with lots of his sticky warm cum to start off the day. call that #breakfast.
sum; re9!leon is far too busy with paperwork and reports, he forgets to pay attention to you, so you have to distract him yourself.
content; implied age gap, oral(m!receiving), riding, unprotected sex, slightly subby leon(?) but he gets his bearings pretty easily, reader is petty/spiteful at first, leon and his fuckass reading glasses cuz hes an old fuck, both are equally horny for each other cuz who wouldn't be
wc; 2.9k
Leon didn't mean to ignore you, it just happened when he got buried too deep in the paperwork for missions and reports on rookie agents that he was unwillingly training with fellow agents.
Tonight was one of those nights. He had just returned from a shorter mission, and he was bombarded with a short deadline and a pile of work to finish up. Thank God for the computer you'd convinced him to get after his last bad pile of work. Otherwise, that old man would be so much more unhappy this time. The computer made it easier for him to work at home, let him do things a bit quicker, but it still took him ages.
You'd had a long day, so you decided to just order dinner, and when the takeout arrived, you peeked into his home office with a gentle knock. "Lee?" You called softly. You barely leaned back to hear you, offering a gruff hum of question. "Food's here. You should come eat while it's warm." You said, stepping in further to flick his lamp on. He had a bad habit of working in the dark, straining his eyes. That's why he had to wear those glasses—the ones that were set aside and ignored. You huffed.
"I'll be done soon, sweetheart." He said dismissively. He typed away, brows furrowed, and eyes squinted from not blinking for so damn long. His habits only worsened as of late, making you frown.
"You've barely eaten, Leon." You said, picking up his glasses and grabbing him by the cheek to turn his head and slip the glasses on. He blinked finally, eyes burning from them drying out.
"I'm fine. I just have one more thing to do." He said, turning away to look back at the screen and return to his furious typing. At least his brows relaxed, and his eyes no longer squinted. But you didn't walk away yet. You leaned into his chair from behind, chin resting on his shoulder as your arms wrapped lazily around him and his chair.
"But your 'one more thing' is a lie. You've been saying that for two hours. You haven't even showered. Your routine is all messed up, Lee." You muttered, voice quiet as your hands came to lightly massage at his biceps and shoulders, thumbs digging into the tight muscles. Leon gave a small groan, conflicted.
"I know my routine is thrown off." He exhaled deeply. "But if I don't finish this tonight, it'll throw off my work schedule tomorrow."
"Can I do anything to help?" You asked, pressing more weight into him from behind, like a dog pushing for attention.
"No." He said simply. "Just go ahead and wait for me, okay?" Finally, he tore away from his computer to turn and look at you. It seemed he hoped to get you away with a kiss, leaning in for a sweet connection of your lips to his.
You pressed in for the kiss, one hand cupping his cheek. He planned on a quick peck, but when you kept it going, deepening the kiss with an unexpected effort, Leon couldn't help the low moan that left his lips and fell into yours.
"I just wanna help." You mused, kissing down his stubbled cheek, jaw, and landing on his neck with open-mouthed kisses.
"You're not being very helpful, sweetheart." He groaned. Despite his attitude, he didn't turn away, didn't push you away.
"But I can be." You purred, nipping at his jaw.
"But you can't." He huffed further, eyes fluttering closed.
"You haven't even let me try, baby."
Leon was always pleased at your new strategies of distraction and seduction. You'd always find new ways to incorporate pleasure into his boring activities. Like now. Leon had the mindset that he was too old to be doing silly things like this, messing around when he should be working. But you, oh, you with your pretty voice that lulled him into relaxing, your cute little doe eyes that peered up at him while you lowered yourself onto your knees, turning his chair entirely to face you.
"I really should be focusing." He sighed, shifting his hips back to readjust, readied to turn away.
"Uh-uh." You reached up, grabbing him by his belt loops to tug him closer. "Let me focus on you." You looked up at him.
"I shouldn't.." he trailed off, your hand coming yo palm his half-hard cock through his jeans. He sighed, head leaning back.
"But you want to. Because you just can't pass up a chance to get your dick sucked, huh?" You teased, palm grinding gently against the tip through his jeans.
He hissed, hips tugging away. "Fuck, don't be so rough with it." He breathed out a laugh, brows furrowed. His glasses slipped slightly down the bridge of his nose thanks to the scrunch of his nose.
"But you're so rough with me. Why can you be rough but I can't?" You spat, dragging his hips in closer.
"No, that's not—" He choked on his protest when you squeezed him through his clothes, hips bucking.
You watched him as you undid the belt and zipper of his jeans, and he didn't argue as he lifted his hips to let you tug his pants to his mid thigh, pulling his cock out and letting it rest against his thigh, heavy and waiting.
Much to Leon's surprise, you leaned in and kissed his tip, one hand wrapping around the base to hold it upright. You simply felt the weight in your hand, head turned and resting at his thigh as you kissed along the length, hand lazily stroking up and down to get him fully hard. He shuddered, head falling back.
"You—mmh—you've made your point, sweetheart. You don't have to—" He was cut off by a low groan as you licked at his balls, his hands clutching onto his armrests.
"Mmh," you exaggerated a moan, giggling as you felt him shiver.
"Come on, don't tease me." He breathed, reaching out to push your hair out of your face. You smacked his hand away.
"Sit still." You demanded, and he reluctantly listened. Brows furrowed more out of annoyance now. He'd definitely give you a taste of your own medicine later.
"I know I ignored you for a while, but can't you cut an old man some slack?" He frowned, feigning guilt.
"Oh, please, I'm sucking your dick. That's more than enough slack and grace than what you should be getting." You huffed, shifting and lifting your head. Leon didn't get to say anything else as you took his tip into your mouth, letting spit dribble out and spill down his length in slow, bubbly droplets. You suckled at his tip, tongue working along the sensitive skin, focusing on the underside with a firmly pointed tongue.
With the spit dripping down, you used it as a lubricant, stroking him with ease. He groaned, legs spreading further as his hips pushed forward, encouraging you to keep it up. You were still slightly annoyed with him, but you'd never deny just how sexy he was when he'd man spread and use his hips to chase your mouth, low groans and occasional whimpers leaving your lips.
You began to bob your head up and down, taking only an inch and a half, lips stretched over his girth as you kept your eyes down, not yet giving him the pleasure of the sight that he was always weak for—you, choking on his cock, looking up at him with your dazed, watery, doe eyes. Leon brought a hand down, gathering your hair in a bad, loose grip for a makeshift ponytail to keep it out of the way. Leon used that as leverage, encouraging you to move faster, even pushing your head deeper. You gagged, coughing slightly before letting him continue, eyes squeezed shut.
"Fuck, gonna drive me crazy like this. Lookin' so damn pretty while you can barely fit my dick in your mouth." He moaned, looking down at you as both hands held your head, rocking you back and forth. Drool had already made a mess of his length, pooling at his base and dripping down his balls.
You finally looked up at him, hands holding onto his thighs as you whimpered around him, only to be followed by a gag as he pushed your head down further, just two inches from taking him fully. He watched your eyes water, fat tears rolling down your hot cheeks. He used one thumb to wipe at your tears.
"Oh, poor thing. Crying for me already?" He cooed, grip tightening in your hair before he leaned back fully, allowing you to take some control back to determine how deep he went. Just a small break. Leon let out a slightly higher pitched moan when he felt your hand creep to grab his balls, fondling and squeezing, determined to make him drop that cocky facade of his. If you didn't know any better, you'd test him by using your teeth just to piss him off, but you weren't that annoyed. And you'd rather not test him any further.
Leon's eyes rolled back as you took it upon yourself to take him deeper, his tip pressing deeper into your throat with every forward push of your head. He was getting close, you knew, his cock twitching, and his nose scrunching so cute as he fought against his body's desire to cum all too soon. You suddenly lifted your head, coughing slightly as you caught your breath, but your hand kept stroking him, squeezing with every fast stroke. You scooted closer, mouth open and waiting.
"Oh, fuuuck," Leon laughed, a breathy and excited noise. "God, you're so fucking hot. You ready, sweetheart? You want me to cum in your mouth?" He hissed, letting you continue. Once you caught your breath, you dived back in, taking him all the way on the first try. To your pleasure, he let out a high-pitched moan, broken whimpers following as your head bobbed almost violently, gagging and choking filling the room.
With a final push of your head, he held your head in place, your nose pressed into his bushy pubic bone, cock spilling his cum straight down your throat as you cried, trying desperately to breathe through your nose and not let your gag reflex ruin it.
He eased your head off, watching you swallow his load before you pulled completely away, coughing and clutching onto his thighs as you regained control of your breathing. He huffed, head falling back as his eyes fell shut. He brought one hand up, brushing his hair back and out of his face. He fixed his glasses, pushing them back up the bridge of his nose.
"You're such a fucking hypocrite." You huffed, crawling up into his lap. Leon blinked, looking at you as he lifted his head.
"Sorry?"
"You told me not to be rough, and then you went and damn near killed me because you couldn't wait to get your dick down my throat." You pouted, arms crossed as you straddled his lap. Leon could feel the heat radiating from between your legs and through the thin layer of your leggings and panties.
"Oh," he chuckled, relaxing as he realized you were merely whining again. "I'm sorry, sweetheart, it felt really," he leaned in, kissing your neck softly. "really, really fucking good." He purred, voice dropping to a whisper. "You know I can't get enough of it when I've got you on your knees, your poor little mouth barely able to fit my fat cock." He felt you shiver, hips pressing into him as you melted against him, curling forward to hide your face in his neck.
"You're dirty." You complained, resorting to harmless insults as you refused to properly ask for him to tend to your needs. "Dirty like a dog in a rut."
"Mmh, but you love it when I'm dirty and mean. I can feel your pretty pussy soaked through those pants. That's two layers to soak through, so you must be pretty excited." He mused, hands grabbing your hips to drag your heat along his already hardening cock. You whined, hips moving to grind with his touch.
"You're so mean to me." You pouted into his shoulder.
"Mean? Even though I'm gonna be so kind and gracious to give you what you want?" He pulled away, grabbing your chin to lift your head and make you look at him. You leaned back, only to be caught with his arm around your waist. "Nuh-uh. Look at me." He said, hand leaving your chin and moving to grab you by your hair, leaving you unable to move without your hair being pulled. You whined, wriggling in his lap.
"Just fuck me already." You squirmed, hips grinding down onto him.
"You're demanding for a girl who's just been awfully distracting." He lifted you, turning his chair to set you on the edge of his desk. He scooted in closer, face pressing straight between your tits. He could see you weren't wearing a bra, so he tugged your shirt up, one hand groping and kneading your boob as his mouth focused on the other, biting and leaving marks around your nipple.
While he busied his mouth, you took it upon yourself to shimmy your way out of your pants, dropping yourself back onto his lap and pushing his mouth away, pouting at him. "You've neglected me all day. I just sucked your dick. I'm plenty wet and aroused." You huffed. "I need you." You leaned in, kissing him deeply. He moaned almost immediately, and you could feel him smirk against your lips.
"I love it when you get all vulgar and lewd." He purred, reaching between your bodies to push your panties aside. He nearly whined when he felt how slick you were, pulling his fingers away from your folds to watch a string of your arousal spread between his two fingers.
He slid his length between your folds, breathing out shakily as his tip notched against your entrance. You whined. He tugged your hips up and closer to him, and as he pressed the cock head to your hole, he let you slip down easily, taking his length with ease from how excited you were. Your eyes fluttered shut, a small gasp leaving your lips as his tip pressed snug against that sweet spot deep inside of you. You practically thanked the gods everytime—that subtle upward curve of his cock gave so many advantages when it came to sex.
You didn't hesitate to begin, hips rising and falling, pulling moans and whines from both of you. He leaned back, watching you fuck yourself on his dick, letting you control the pace and intensity while he dropped one hand to splay at your lower belly, his thumb venturing lower to lazily rub circles into your clit. You moaned louder, grinding forward into his touch, seeking a deeper pressure. He gave it to you, too deep not to encourage your pleasure.
Your thighs began to burn relatively fast, so you grabbed onto his shoulders tight, using him for support. When it didn't give enough, you leaned into him, offering a frustrated cry as you put all your weight against his shoulders. Leon made a small noise to acknowledge you before he lifted you to put you on the very edge of the desk, your arms dropping to instinctively hold yourself as he stood and took control of the pace, fucking into you rapidly as your head fell back with a squeal. The computer had long turned off, untouched for too long.
Leon lifted you off of the desk, making you gasp. His strength, especially at his age, never ceased to amaze you. He held you up, rocking you back and forth to meet in the middle for each of his mean thrusts. You cried out, one arm coming to wrap around his neck while the other grabbed at the desk's edge for support.
"Let go, sweetheart. I've got you." He panted, one hand slipping upward to provide more support at your upper back. You hesitated, but listened as it became too much. You mewled, arms wrapped tight around his neck as your face buried into his shoulder. He muttered filthy praise, practically begging you to cum on his dick and drench him in your juices. He was so lewd when he got what he wanted.
But it didn't take long for his wishes to be granted, only moments later. "Oh, fuck, Leon!" You moaned, head falling back as you gushed and pulsed around his length, vision blurring and going fuzzy as he fucked you through your orgasm. He followed, biting your shoulder with a deep moan as his cock twitched and spilled into you, hips faltered as his cock became too sensitive. He shivered as he buried himself deep inside of you, letting his cock spurt out a few last efforts of really filling you up.
He stayed still, his own thighs shaking as he soothed over the bite on your shoulder, licking and mouthing at it as an apology. You whined, head tilted against his as you sought more attention.
"Mmh." He hummed. "Still so needy." He teased. You smacked lazily at his ribs. "Don't worry, I like it when you get all clingy." He mused. He lifted you off his cock, shuddering as he tugged your panties to cover you up for the time being. It felt so dirty once his cum leaked out, soaking against the cotton gusset. You groaned unpleasantly.
"Shower." You said, looking up at him.
"Shower." He agreed, already on the move to carry you to the bathroom and get you all cleaned up.
widowed! leon kennedy who proposed to you the day you turned eighteen, freshly nineteen himself, but so sure and so in love that he wastes no time
widowed! leon kennedy who didn’t have much money, but helped you make your bouquet out of wildflowers and grasses while he kissed your cheeks and picked petals from your clothes
widowed! leon kennedy who felt his heart hammering in his chest when he heard you say “i do”, who scooped you up and kissed you in front the the court officiant since neither of you had any family to invite
widowed! leon kennedy who bought you a simple diamond ring, who swore he was gonna get a new job and buy you everything you could ever want and need
widowed! leon kennedy who let you leave the day before him while he went out with his academy friends to drink at the bar
widowed! leon kennedy who found the scene that forever haunts him, dark red blood stained on fresh carpet, carpet he’d never step foot on before then, who saw the blood soak into the floorboard
widowed! leon kennedy who weeps over you, who almost let’s your infected corpse kill him over having to hurt you, who gets sick when he heard the bullet pierce your cracked skull
widowed! leon kennedy who buried you in the town you two first met, under and old tree with your initials carved into them, something you two did after your first six months together
widowed! leon kennedy who wears your ring around his neck on a tight chain, who never forgets you, never forgets what he is living and fighting for
widowed! leon kennedy who sits besides a framed picture of you when he eats dinner, the few times he’s home to do so, who quietly murmurs to you about his day, staring longingly at your twenty-one self who would never age alongside him
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