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✮ synopsis: when a sudden downpour catches you on your way back from the market, your charming-as-ever neighbor leon steps in to help without hesitation— just like he always does. but leon’s tired of beating around the bush to get your attention.
✮ warnings: female reader, use of pet names (sweetheart, baby, etc), explicit sexual content, neighbor au, language, dirty talk, nipple play, fingering, power dynamics, unprotected sex, mirror sex, orgasm denial, overstimulation, creampie
✮ word count: too fucking many (8,636)
the quiet nature of the suburbs was something you never thought you'd have the luxury of experiencing. growing up in an overpopulated city, you were used to the hustle and bustle and the slew of expletives aimed at you whenever you bumped into someone on accident. well, before the sunshine, there's rain, and unlucky for you, it'd been pouring for the better part of an hour now.
you sat in your driveway, engine still running, staring through your window at the heavy sheets of rain hammering down on the pavement in a powerful crescendo. the short walk up your driveway suddenly felt like a trudge through a fierce snowstorm. you glance at your backseat, nearly a dozen flimsy brown paper bags overflowing with groceries. you groan, already imagining the bags disintegrating the moment you step out of your car. just as your hand reached for the door handle, bright, almost blinding headlights swept across your yard.
it was none other than leon, your stoic yet snarky neighbor, a well-rounded man who just couldn't seem to leave you be. the loud roar of his engine silenced as you watched him step out from his car without hesitation, rain soaking his hair and clothes immediately.
the fabric of his shirt stuck to his frame, emphasizing every muscle on his chest and protruding vein along his biceps. leon was pretty tall— not overbearingly tall, but certainly an ideal height. his solid, well-built frame came from years of physically straining work, a career that put more stress on his body than any gym ever could. his dark blond hair, usually carefully styled, was now plastered to his forehead, water droplets dripping from the ends and running down the sharp line of his jaw.
his eyes caught yours through the window, a small smile on his face even in the pouring rain. leon was usually quite stoic— quiet, observant, and to himself most days— but with you he was different. open, flirty, and a little too persistent. he just could not seem to leave you alone, and as embarrassing as it is to admit it, he was actually pretty helpful... especially in times like these. god, you wished you weren't so helpless around him.
he jogged over to your car, boots splashing through unsuspectingly deep puddles as he made it over to you, a playful smirk gracing his features. he tapped lightly on the glass with two knuckles, brow raised in a mildly teasing way that you'd quickly become accustomed to over the past few months living here.
you rolled the window down, allowing him to rest his elbow on the side of your car to speak to you. "stuck in the rain, huh, sweetheart?" he smiles, voice low and warm, carrying that familiar teasing lilt that made your skin raise with goosebumps. "or are you just here admiring the lovely weather while the rest of us get soaked?" you couldn't help the small smile that graced your face at his sly comment, shaking your head before explaining the predicament you were facing.
leon chuckles as you explain, hands pushing off your car and glancing towards the back as he notices the plethora of groceries. "unlock the back for me, beautiful. couldn't stand to see you get drenched like this." he smirks, winking at you as you unlock your car door for him. you can just feel the warmth creep up your neck at his words, your mind automatically associating the comment with something dirty. he knows exactly what he's doing, you think, swallowing your spit as you stare at him through your side mirror.
he worked quickly and efficiently— the way he always did when he was helping you with something. in no time, he had rounded up most of the heavy paper bags of food and other essentials in his arms. the sight of his biceps flexing under the soaked fabric of his shirt and the way his veins bulged against his forearms from the effort truly felt sinful. you could hardly draw your attention back to the task at hand as you ogled him. pushing your distracting thoughts away, you mentally prepare yourself to step out into the endless onslaught of rain.
grabbing the two lightest bags, you hurriedly jumped out of your car and dashed the short distance to your covered porch. by the time you reached it, you and leon were both thoroughly drenched, the earthy notes of petrichor sticking to your bodies. your clothes clung uncomfortably to your skin, and leon's grey t-shirt was practically glued to his torso, outlining every firm ridge and muscle across his chest, abdomen, and arms.
he set the bags down carefully against the brick so the contents inside wouldn't spill out, then ran a rough hand through his hair, squeezing the water out with his fist. leon turned to you, a soft, endearing smile on his face as water continued to drip down from his hair and down his face despite his efforts.
"see, told 'ya i'd save the day," he says, voice low and warm with that same teasing tone he always took with you. "can't have my favorite neighbor spilling all her groceries everywhere, right?" he chuckles, the deep sound sending shock waves up your spine as you smiled shyly up at him, brushing away a strand of hair that had gotten stuck to your face in your pursuit to the front door.
"thank you, leon... you really didn't have to come running over in the rain like that for me. i would've figured something out." you tell him, eyes locked onto his as you assess his expression. he waved you off and leaned against the porch post casually, arms crossing over his broad chest, causing his shirt to pull even tighter— if it could get any tighter, that is— across his shoulders and pectorals.
"i know you would've," he replied, smiling down at you, head tilted to the side. "you're stubborn like that, sweetheart. i'd know, you never want me to help you, 'cause you can do it yourself, right?" he nods towards you, a smirk playing across his face. you felt a small, knowing smile tug at your lips despite the way your cheeks were warming at his accusation. he wasn't wrong. you had turned down his help more than once, insisting you could handle your own. i mean, that's what you were used to growing up in the city— every man for himself. asking for help had always felt like a weakness.
but standing here on your porch, soaked to the bone with leon looking at you like that, it was getting harder for you to keep denying him.
water continued to drip steadily from his hair down to the rest of his body. you sucked in a sharp breath as you averted your gaze from his distracting frame and met his eyes once more. the longer you stood there, the more you noticed his eyes skimming over your rain-soaked form. your thin t-shirt was completely drenched, clinging uncomfortably to your curves and leaving very little to the imagination under his heavy gaze. to make matters worse, the black bra you'd chosen that morning with a delicate lace trim you now deeply regretted wearing—was clearly visible through the wet fabric.
leon's eyes lingered there for a moment, just long enough for you to look around awkwardly as you felt heat traveling up your neck and spreading across your cheeks. when his gaze finally lifted back to your face, there was a new darkness in those icy blue eyes, pupils blown wide and gaze intense under your faltering one. he pushed off the porch post and took a slow step closer, closing some of the distance between the two of you. rain continued to hammer down just beyond the overhang; the once loud pattering of raindrops reduced to white noise as you stared up at him.
"besides," he murmured, voice dropping lower as he stood mere inches away from you, "i don't mind getting a little wet, sweetheart. long as i get to help you out, yeah?" your breath catches at that, his suggestive tone making you inhale sharply. you instinctively crossed your arms over your chest, trying to hide the way your nipples had hardened from the cold rain and the intensity of his stare, but it only seemed to amuse him more.
leon's expression softens into something warmer, though the desire in his eyes was apparent. he reached out slowly, brushing his hand across your cheekbone to push a stray strand of hair out of your face and behind your ear. his calloused thumb lingered on your face for a moment, brushing against the swell of your cheek before pulling away.
"you're shivering, sweetheart," he said softly, a hint of concern in his voice mixed with slight amusement as his dark eyes assessed your form. "c'mon, let's get you inside. wouldn't want you to get a cold. i'll help you put everything away, yeah?" you blink dumbly, still a little dazed from the physical contact before nodding absentmindedly. you fiddle with your keys briefly, hands shaking slightly as you struggle to put the key in place. once you finally unlock the door, you hold it open for leon as he gathers the heavy bags again effortlessly, setting them down carefully on the island in your kitchen.
the sound of rain becomes muffled as you shut the door behind you with your foot, kicking your shoes off while carrying the two remaining bags into the kitchen before placing them next to the others. the air feels charged, the only sounds present in the room were your soft breaths and the steady drip of the water from both of your clothes onto the tile floor. you quickly find something to do with your hands, reaching into the bags to start putting your groceries away. you couldn't take the quiet atmosphere, never once gotten used to the quaint silence of suburbia.
leon didn't move to leave, instead, he leaned his hip against the counter and watched you with that calm, observant gaze that always made you nervous. his soaked shirt was still clinging to his skin sinfully, and you had to force yourself to not stare at the man.
after a long, quiet moment of you unpacking the goods, he spoke again, his voice lower and rougher around the edges.
"you know, i keep finding reasons to come over here," he said, pushing off the counter to step closer to your frame which had visibly stiffened at his words. "fixing your porch light, mowing that little strip of grass between our lawn, carrying your groceries..." he continued, voice dropping to a low, sultry drawl. "maybe i should stop pretending it's all just me being a good neighbor, huh, sweetheart?" you freeze at his boldness, intrigued at what he meant by "pretending." you'd figured leon was just lonely and liked your company, you'd been there, but you wouldn't have imagined this. perhaps you were much too oblivious to catch on.
leon was now just a foot away, looking down at you with a sultry expression that made your whole body feel hot. he leans down to your ear, deft hands twirling a damp strand of your hair between his pointer finger and thumb, the gesture surprisingly tender.
leon reached down with his other hand and gently took the eggs that you'd been holding dumbly from your hands, setting them down on the counter so he'd have your full attention. he then moved to place both of his large hands on the edge of the counter, caging you in. leon's head dipped lower, lips hovering just beside your ear so you could hear him clearly. you shuddered, breath catching in your throat at the close proximity. god, you think you might explode.
"i've been real patient, sweetheart," he purred lowly in your ear, breath fanning against your skin. "coming over with tools, fixing whatever you need, telling myself i'm just being helpful..." he confesses, and you swallow at his bluntness. you couldn't believe this was your life right now. you knew he was flirty, which was never an issue, but you didn't expect to like it as much as you did. you reveled in the closeness, exhaling softly as he continued.
"but if i'm being honest, darling," he pauses, hands gripping the counter tightly behind you, voice rough as he continues, "i'm not thinking about the fucking porch light or the leaky faucet. i'm thinking about you." he pulls back from your ear slowly, gaze flicking down to your chest again, where your wet t-shirt and black lace bra were still clearly visible. your chest was rising and falling faster than earlier, nipples visibly hardened from the cold rain and the heat of his attention. he curses under his breath, teeth tugging at his bottom lip as his eyes settle back on your face.
"but i'm no dummy, either, baby. don't act like you don't know what you're doing to me." he says, almost condescendingly, voice low and rough with barely restrained hunger. he leans in even closer, one hand leaving the counter behind you to slide boldly up your hip, thumb caressing the small of your waist through the soaked fabric. your breath hitches, eyes tracking his hand as you subconsciously lean into his touch.
"so tell me, you gonna keep playing dumb or are you finally gonna let me have you, huh?" the question hangs heavily in the air between you. leon doesn't move any closer, he just studies your expression closely with slow, deliberate circles of his thumb over the wet material of your shirt. his gaze is intense, unapologetic, almost daring you to look away from him. you stood, frozen in space, staring dumbly up at leon as you try and gather your thoughts. your mind felt foggy, the only thing you could truly focus on was leon's slow movements on your waist.
your lips are parted slightly and your heart thumps against your ribcage, your wide eyes staring into leon's half-lidded ones, the atmosphere in the room thick. you were at a loss for words. this was leon— your neighbor, the man who fixed your porch light without being asked, who carried your groceries in the rain, who always had that easy, soft smile for you. you'd caught yourself thinking about him more than you wanted to admit— the way his veiny arms flexed when he worked, the low timbre of his voice whenever he called you “sweetheart,” the way he'd wave at you every time you'd head inside from a long day at work.
and now he was right here, caging you against your own kitchen counter, telling you exactly what he wanted.
the chilly sensation the rain left on your body had long since subsided and your whole body now felt hot, burning under his stare as you struggled to form a coherent sentence. your mouth opened and closed embarrassingly, settling on shutting it as you melted under the intensity of his stare.
leon's thumb moved in those slow, maddening circles, occasionally brushing just beneath the hem of your shirt, teasing the bare skin of your waist. your skin was hot against his touch, goosebumps forming in wake of his cold thumb caressing the skin softly. he waited for your response, a brow raised in question as he smiled down at you softly.
after a few seconds of silence, he lets out a low, rough chuckle.
"look at you," he murmured, voice dripping with dark amusement. "too flustered to say anything? you're real cute, baby." he says, tilting his head slightly, eyes never leaving yours. his thumb dips just a little higher under your shirt each time, brushing against the sensitive skin just below your ribs. you twitch a little at the touch, his cold hands tickling the skin of your abdomen. his hands felt hypnotizing on you, as if every small circle he traced was pulling you in deeper into his trance.
"you don't have to be brave with words right now, baby." he continued, voice low and confident as he expertly assessed your nervous frame staring up at him. "i can see how fast your heart's racing." he says, breath fanning over your lips in a hushed whisper, "and i can definitely see how hard your nipples are pressing against that pretty black lace." he observes, eyes glancing down to your chest to punctuate his words before looking back up to your flushed face.
your spit caught in your throat in at his boldness. the rain had long since been forgotten, and you were no longer shivering. in fact, your whole body felt feverish under leon's intense, brooding stare. you wanted to say something, anything to not seem like a total ditz, but all you could do was stare up at him in a haze.
leon hums, offering you a sympathetic smile at your shyness. despite his soft expression, the heat behind his eyes never faltered.
"you've been driving me crazy for months, sweetheart," he confessed, letting out a soft exhale as his other hand reaches up to play with a loose strand of your hair again. "every time you smile at me all shy when i help you, when you bend over to tend to your flowers in those little shorts... i've had to walk away and tell myself to behave."
he leans in further, lips brushing the shell of your ear as his voice dropped to a rough whisper. you shudder, thighs pressing together as he presses a chaste kiss to the outside of your ear.
"but i'm done behaving, sweetheart. i won't play these games with you anymore." he pulls back just enough to look you in the eyes again, bold and unapologetic. "so i'm only gonna ask once more," he said, thumb dipping higher, brushing under the curve of your breast where the wire of your bra sits. "you gonna keep playing shy... or are you gonna let me have you, baby?" he repeats, eyes piercing into yours with a gaze so intense you think you might explode.
the kitchen felt impossibly small. the rain was still pouring outside, but you had hardly noticed with the way leon's body was pressed so closed to yours. the air was almost suffocating with how hot his hand felt on your skin, looking at you like he was ready to devour you the second you said yes.
your mouth opened and closed again almost embarrassingly. you finally managed one shaky breath before the words slipped out, soft and breathless: "...i want you, leon." a slow, satisfied smirk spreads across leon's face, expression dark as he finally hears the words he'd been waiting to hear fall from your pretty lips for what felt like eons.
"that's my girl." he coos, the hand that was absentmindedly twirling your hair around his finger fervently pushes the strand behind your ear. without another second of hesitation, he cups the back of your neck and pulls you into a deep, hungry kiss. his lips are slightly chapped, slotting against yours perfectly as he kisses you like his life depends on it.
the kiss was anything but gentle— it was demanding, full of all the months of tension he'd been holding back. his hand traveled up the nape of your neck and into your hair, fingers threading through the wet strands as he tilted your head just the way he wanted, deepening the kiss with a low groan that vibrated against your mouth.
you melted into it, hands instinctively coming up to clutch at his soaked shirt, feeling his chest muscles flex under your touch. leon presses you back against the counter, one thick thigh sliding between your legs to keep you steady as he devoured your mouth. you gasped at the stimulation to your core, eyebrows furrowing as his tongue sweeps past your lips, brushing against your own wet muscle. you moan at the contact, the feeling of his tongue against yours so incredibly delicious as you feel a pit begin to settle in your stomach.
he finally pulls back for air, forehead resting against yours, both of you breathing hard. a thin string of saliva connected your lips for a moment before it broke, your lips glossy and hot from making out. leon's eyes were dark, half-lidded, and burning as he stared at you intensely.
"fuck..." he breathed, voice strained and low as he catches his breath. "been dying to hear you moan like that for months." his thigh presses a little firmer between your legs, giving you just enough pressure to make your hips twitch. you whine, tilting your head slightly, staring into leon's eyes with a desperate expression painted on your pretty face.
"so needy," he murmured, lips brushing against yours teasingly. you chase his lips, only to have him pull away at the last second, leaving you whining. he chuckles lowly, hand coming up from your waist to brush against your cheek. "i haven't even touched you properly yet, baby. you needed me that badly, huh, sweetheart?" you nod, desperate, biting your lips briefly before leon leans back in.
he kisses you once more— slower this time, savoring the soft moans and whimpers that leave your mouth as he moves his thigh subtly against your heat to give you some more friction. your mouth falls open slightly more, a whiny moan leaving your mouth as leon pulls away to ogle at your frame under him.
his hand delves under your shirt again, moving higher to cup your breast through the soaked lace of your bra. his thumb cascades over your pebbled nipple, making you arch into his touch with a soft, needy sound. he curses, looking down at you to gauge your reactions. he circles his thumb experimentally around your small, erect nub, a tightness forming in his damp pants as he watches you writhe under his touch.
"please, leon, more..." you whine, staring up at him with a needy expression on your face.
"god, you're so responsive," he groans, voice heavy with desire as he watched your brows furrow at his touch. "look at you, already arching into my hand like you were made for it. this pretty thing's been teasing me too long, sweetheart. it's almost a shame it's going to have to come off, isn't it, baby?" he says, raising a brow teasingly before reaching under your shirt to undo the clasp of your damp bra.
leon's hands tug at the ends of your shirt, pulling the useless fabric up and over your head while you shrug out of it. he tosses the flimsy material on the island, eyes fixated on the one article of clothing he'd been dying to snatch off the whole night. hurriedly, leon's deft hands race to pull the bra off you in one smooth motion, setting it next to the shirt he'd just rid you of.
you couldn't stop the soft, breathy moan that escaped you as leon reached out to cup each of your breasts in his hands. "got such pretty tits, baby," he says, staring into your dazed eyes as he fondles them. "so fuckin' perfect." he squeezed them gently, pushing them together in his large palms before letting them settle again. he leans down, pressing hot, open mouth kisses down the column of your neck, sucking occasionally at the flesh until he reached your chest.
leon's tongue darts out to lick a thin, teasing stripe up your left nipple, his saliva coating the hardened bud. he blows ever so slightly, causing you to shiver at the cool sensation. you can't help but let out a strangled moan as his other hand works your right nipple, rolling it between his thumb and pointer finger. your core clenches as he finally takes your nipple into his mouth, mouth sucking the nub fervently.
"fuck, leon... feels good..." you trail, hips subtly grinding down into the thick muscle of his thigh that was still pressed between your soaked core, desperate for more friction. leon groans deeply at the sound of your sweet voice, the low vibration traveling straight through your nipple he has trapped between his lips. his eyes flick up to meet yours, dark and burning with desire, while his thumb continues its slow, relentless assault on your right nipple.
"yeah, baby? feels so good, right?" he breathes out, pulling off your nipple with a wet pop, lips shiny with saliva. a thin string of spit connects his mouth to the swollen peak before it breaks. you nod with an embarrassing amount of enthusiasm, tears nearly pricking at your eyes just from how horny you are. your hips grind down on his meaty thigh harder this time, tiny, desperate moans slipping from your mouth as you stare at him, eyes practically begging him to give you more.
leon's eyes flare with dark satisfaction as he watches you nod so eagerly, tears threatening to fall from your eyes, hips grinding down harder against his thigh. "fuck, sweetheart..." he breathes, thumb giving your right nipple one last slow roll before his hands slide down to grip your waist. "look at you, so goddamn horny you're about to cry. you want it that bad already, huh, baby?" he leans in, pressing a small kiss to your collarbone, then trails lower, running his lips over your chest while his hands slide down to pop the button on your pants, pulling the zipper down in one smooth motion.
the damp fabric clings stubbornly to your skin as he tugs at it, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your pants and panties together. you lift your hips to help him, elbow rested atop the counter behind you to balance yourself. he pulls the soaked layers down your legs in one steady pull, tossing them aside on the kitchen floor with a damp slap. the cool air kisses your overheated, dripping cunt and you shiver, a soft whimper escaping your lips under leon's quiet, intense stare. you're now completely bare in front of him, eyes gazing up at him needily as you gauge his expression.
leon is practically hypontized, his gaze dropping between your thighs, eyes darkening with raw, unrestrained hunger. he wets his lips slowly with his tongue, as if he's already imagining how good you're going to taste. he steps closer, right hand traveling down your abdomen and in between your thighs. his palm is warm against your skin, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. he slides two fingers between your thighs, running his middle finger through your slick slit, parting your folds and gathering your wetness.
a low, appreciative hum escapes him when he feels how incredibly soaked you are. he pulls his hand back and holds his glistening fingers up between you, the dim light catching on the shine coating the digits. his eyes pierce into yours as he brings his fingers closer to your face, offering them to you.
"open," he murmurs, his voice rough and commanding as he presses his middle and ring finger to your lips. when your lips part obediently, he slides his fingers into your mouth, letting your taste yourself. his thumb brushes your bottom lip and you suck gently, eyes locked onto his.
"that's it, sweetheart. taste how fucking wet you are for me," he drawls, watching your tongue swirl around his finger with hooded eyes. "so wet, been thinking about this pretty little pussy for months." pulling his fingers free with a soft pop, he brings it to his own mouth, sucking it clean with a deep groan. the sight makes your core clench uncontrollably, begging to be stuffed with something, anything at this point.
and with that, leon drops to his knees in front of you, slinging one leg over his shoulder to open you up to him. you grip the counter behind you tightly, balancing yourself as leon grips the soft plush of your thighs. he leans in, hot breath fanning over your dripping cunt, and presses a soft, short kiss to your clit. you whine, eyes looking into his pleadingly.
he only smiles up at you from between your thighs, that dark, knowing smile that makes your stomach flip. he leans in again, dipping his head lower and licking a slow, thick stripe up your folds from your entrance to your clit. when he reaches the swollen bud, he flicks the wet muscle against it with the perfect pressure.
you twitch hard, a soft, needy moan slipping from your lips as sparks of pleasure rush through you.
gauging your reactions, leon hums lowly before taking your sensitive clit in between his lips, suckling the bundle of nerves while flicking his tongue. his tongue draws small, deliberate circles over the trapped bud, forcing out louder, higher pitched moans from you. the sensation is almost overwhelming. your hips jerk, a hand flying to his damp hair as he works you with his mouth. you fingers grip at his strands tighter than you mean to, earning a low groan from leon. the sound vibrates straight through your clit, head falling back ever so slightly as he continues his assault.
leon presses a single digit to your folds, running his finger up and down before pushing it past your slit. you're so wet that it slides in easily, but still he takes his time, curling it gently at first before pressing an additional finger to your clenching pussy. he pumps his fingers slowly, angling his fingers upwards in a hook to press against your g-spot.
"fuck, listen to those pretty sounds, sweetheart," he mumbles against your pussy, voice muffled and rough. "grippin' my fingers so tight, pussy's just been waiting for me to split her open..." his words vibrate through you as he continues to suck at your clit with such vigor that you feel tears prick at your eyes from how fucking good it feels. you let out a sob, eyebrows knitted together as you begin to feel a pressure tug at your lower abdomen.
his fingers begin to speed up, hooking upwards inside you as he feels for the spongy bump of your g-spot. every stroke making wet, obscene sounds echo in the kitchen, mixing with your high pitched, breathy moans and the steady thrum of the rain outside.
you're trembling, hips jerking uncontrollably as the pleasure builds hotter and tighter with every curl of his fingers and every suck on your clit. your grip on his hair tightens even more, tugging hard enough to pull another groan from his throat. only when your thighs begin to shake violently around his head and your moans turn into desperate, broken cries does he finally pull his mouth off your clit with a wet pop. he looks up at you, lips and chin glistening with your arousal, eyes dark and burning.
"leon, w-what the fuck?" you sob out, a single tear rolling down your heated cheeks as you stare at him in desperation, eyebrows knitted together in confusion at your ruined orgasm. he chuckles darkly, fingers pulling out of your core as he rises to his feet to press a chaste kiss to your forehead to console you. he wipes the tear that rolls down your cheek and pushes your hair behind your ear while cooing at your frustrated form.
"not yet, sweetheart." he rasps, holding your chin in place with his thumb as he forces you to look at him. "i want you shaking and begging when i finally bury my cock in this tight little pussy." he whispers, pressing a brief kiss to your pouty lips as he stares down at you. reaching his strong arms under your thighs, he scoops you up in one smooth motion. your legs wrap around his waist automatically, your dripping cunt pressed hot and slick against his abdomen as he carries you up the stairs without any effort.
he walks down the hallway to your bedroom, having already known its location from when he came over to change your window’s film which had desperately needed replacing.
kicking open your bedroom door, he walks you over to the bed and sets you down in the middle, your form sprawling out as you prop yourself up on your elbows. leon stands at the end of the bed, pulling the tight shirt off his body as you watch in delight. he makes quick work of his jeans and boxers as well, tossing the articles of clothing aside as he descends onto the bed.
your mouth is open in awe as you ogle at his thick cock, the tip leaking with small dribbles of precum. he was big, the base thick and heavy, the shaft curving slightly upward with prominent veins running along its length. it twitched under your hungry gaze, another bead of precum sliding down the flushed head.
leon's lips curl into a smug, knowing smirk as he catches you staring. "you want this, sweetheart?" he purrs, voice low and rough with arousal. he wraps his large hand around the base, giving himself a slow, lazy stroke from root to tip, spreading the slick precum over the head. his eyes never leave yours, thick with lust.
your breath catches in your throat as you watch him stroke his thick cock right in front of you, the wet sound of his hand gliding over slick skin making your empty pussy clench desperately around nothing. the ruined orgasm still has your nerves buzzing, every inch of you hypersensitive and aching for relief.
leon's smirk deepens at your obvious hunger. "yeah... you do," he answers for you, voice a raspy, filthy rumble. he leans in close, releasing his cock and letting it slap heavy and wet against his abs. his hands slide up your thighs, thumbs digging into the soft flesh as he spreads you wider, exposing every inch of you to his hungry gaze. "look at that. so fuckin' desperate for me. dirty girl, dripping all over the sheets just from watching me stroke it." one thick finger drags through your folds, collecting your slick before he brings it to his mouth and sucks it clean. his eyes flutter shut for a second, like he's savoring he taste of you, then snap back open again, his gaze more intense than before.
he shifts up the bed slowly, every muscle in his torso flexing as the mattress dips under his weight. his cock drags a scorching, sticky trail up your stomach, leaving a shiny smear of precum across your skin. when he settles between your thighs, the blunt, leaking head nudges right against your swollen clit, making your hips jerk up involuntarily. you let out a whine, your patience nearly spent as you glare at him, annoyed.
"easy, sweetheart," he chuckles darkly, pinning your hips down with one big hand. "you'll get it when i say so."
he rocks his hips forward, sliding the entire length of his cock along your pussy up and down, coating himself in your arousal until the wet, obscene sound of it fills the room. every pass bumping the head against your clit, then dragging back down to tease your entrance, never quite pushing inside. your hands fist the sheets, back arching, broken little whimpers spilling from your lips as the teasing from downstairs makes every nerve ending scream for more.
“leon… please—” you gasp, voice cracking. you were nearly about to give up.
“please what, sweetheart?” he taunts, leaning down to bite at your jaw, your throat, sucking a fresh mark into the skin just below your ear. “use your words, yeah? tell me exactly what you want me to do to this pretty little pussy.”
you’re shaking, thighs trembling around his waist, but the words tumble out anyway, much different from your bashful slurry of words before. you beg, lip quivering desperately as you nearly cry out of sheer frustration. “fuck me—god, leon, i need your cock inside me right now. please, i can’t—i need it—”
he groans against your neck, the sound vibrating through you. “that’s my girl.” in one smooth motion he flips you onto your stomach, yanking your hips up so you’re on your knees, ass high in the air. you barely have time to catch your breath before he’s gripping your hair and tugging your head back, angling it to look towards the mirror on the right side of your bedroom.
“mirror,” he growls against your ear. “eyes on the mirror the whole time, baby." he drawls, hands caressing the fat of your ass with his other hand as he presses himself against you.
your gaze shifts. the tall standing mirror reflects every filthy detail back at you. your flushed face, lips parted and swollen, eyes glossy and desperate. and behind you, leon, shoulders broad and muscles bulging, one hand fisted in your hair, the other gripping the base of his thick cock as he lines himself up.
he pushes in slowly, inch by inch, until the stretch burns so good your mouth falls open on a silent cry. you watch in the mirror as your pussy stretches obscenely around him, lips parting wide to take every thick vein, every ridge. the slight upward curve of his cock drags perfectly against that spot deep inside, making your walls flutter and squeeze. you feel as if you're on cloud nine right now, finally feeling satisfied as his thick cock stretches your cunt deliciously. you could cry right now, the fullness of his cock buried inside you so deep you swear you could feel him in your cervix.
“fuck, look at that, sweetheart,” he rasps, voice wrecked. his eyes are locked on the where your sexes connect in the mirror, watching himself disappear inside you. "so fuckin' tight. swallowing me like you were made for it." he bottoms out with a sharp snap of his hips, pelvis flush against your ass, balls heavy against your clit.
the sight his cock buried to the hilt inside your pussy makes you moan loud enough to echo off the walls. he doesn’t wait. he pulls back until only the flushed head remains inside, then slams forward again, setting a punishing rhythm that makes your whole body jolt. a creamy white ring coats his cock with every slow, rough drag inside your cunt as his hand grips the fat of your ass.
every thrust is on full display in the mirror. the way your back arches deeper, the way your tits bounce with every impact, the way your ass ripples when his hips slap against it. his cock glistens with your slick each time he drags it out before he drives back in.
leon’s hand slides around to your front, fingers finding your swollen clit again. he rubs tight, fast circles in time with his thrusts, never letting up. he leans over your body to your ear to and whispers, “watch yourself,” he orders, tugging your hair harder so you can’t look away. “watch how pretty you look getting fucked like this. watch that greedy little pussy take every inch.” he says, making eye contact with you in the mirror before letting up to set an even quicker pace.
you're already so close, so fucking close to cumming, the teasing from earlier making you hypersensitive to every rough thrust of his cock in your wet pussy. you feel that familiar knot again in your stomach, and you swear you could cry from how good his cock feels dragging against your walls— the slight upward curve that presses against your g-spot, the thick veins that adorn it from the base to the shaft—
“leon—i’m—fuck, i’m gonna—” your voice cracks, breaking into a sob.
“yeah? gonna cum already?” he growls, hips snapping harder, the headboard starting to knock against the wall. “do it. cum on my cock, sweetheart. let me feel it. let the mirror see how fucking beautiful you look when you fall apart.” look grunts out, expression nearly animalistic as he watches you intently in the mirror.
his fingers press harder on your clit, rubbing perfect circles, and that’s all it take for you to fall apart.
the orgasm rips through you like lightning, violent and blinding. your pussy clamps down around his cock like a vice, pulsing and gushing around him as you scream his name. in the mirror you watch yourself come undone, your eyes rolling back and mouth open in a broken cry, whole body shaking while he fucks you through it. Leon's pace never slows as he drags your orgasm out until you’re sobbing and twitching.
“good fucking girl... shit, just like that,” he groans, voice raw. his hips keep snapping forward in that same brutal rhythm, cock slamming deep into your spasming pussy even as you’re still coming apart, walls clamping and fluttering wildly around him. the wet, filthy squelch of your arousal mixes with the relentless slap of skin on skin, louder now that the headboard is hammering the wall in time with every thrust.
“fuck, sweetheart,” leon growls, voice wrecked and dark. his fingers never leave your clit, in fact— they press harder, rubbing those perfect, merciless circles even faster, dragging the orgasm out until it twists into something sharper, almost painful. your scream melts into a broken sob as the pleasure flips straight into overstimulation, every nerve screaming while your pussy keeps pulsing and gushing around his thick cock.
“leon—please, no—too much—” you choke out, but the words dissolve into another helpless cry when he grinds deep and circles your clit just right. in the mirror you’re forced to watch it all as your eyes roll back, and tears stream down your flushed cheeks.
“too much?” he laughs low and cruel against your ear, never missing a stroke. “you’re still sucking me in, sweetheart. look at that greedy little pussy... milking my cock like it never wants me to stop.” he yanks your head up higher by the hair so you can’t hide from the reflection. “watch yourself. watch how fucking beautiful you look when i ruin you.” he grunts, pulling you flush against his chest and forcing you into a headlock as his cock pistons in and out of you mercilessly.
your thighs start shaking violently, legs threatening to give out, but leon just bands one strong arm around your waist and holds you up, fucking you harder, deeper, his cock dragging relentlessly over that oversensitive spot inside you with every thrust. his hand on your waist lowers itself back to your clit to rub at it slick and fast, pushing you straight toward another peak before the first one has even faded.
“gonna give me another one already?” he taunts, voice rough with lust. “poor baby. 'c'mon, cum again for me, sweetheart." his pace never once falters, strong hand holding you up as he presses a small kiss behind your ear while encouraging you to cum on his cock.
the second orgasm hits you harder, sharper, almost too intense to bear. your whole body seizes, pussy clamping down like a vice as you gush around him for the second time, fresh slick squirting out around his cock and dripping messily down your thighs onto the sheets. you scream his name until your voice cracks, eyes screwed shut in the mirror before they snap open again, back arched impossibly, mouth open in a broken sob, tears pouring freely while your body jerks and twitches uncontrollably in his grip.
but leon still doesn’t let up.
he fucks you straight through it, hips pistoning faster, the wet slap of skin turning obscene and constant. his fingers keep torturing your swollen, oversensitive clit—pinching, rubbing, and flicking it until the pleasure flips into pure fire, every stroke making you sob and thrash against him. you collapse forward onto your elbows, face buried in the bed, ass still high and presented for him as he follows you down, blanketing your body completely.
“leon—i can’t—please—i can’t take it—” you’re babbling, drooling into the bed, legs kicking weakly as a third orgasm builds right on the heels of the last one, vicious and unstoppable.
“uh-uh,” he rasps, lips brushing your ear, voice dark and filthy. “i waited months for this perfect little cunt,” he rasps, voice thick with everything he’s held back for so long. "so you can give me one more, sweetheart." leon purrs, his nails digging into your hips as he continues his relentless abuse to your cunt.
he yanks your head back again so you have no choice but to see your tear-streaked, ruined face. you’re practically limp in his arms as hot streams run down your face from the sheer pleasure. the way your pussy is stretched obscenely around his thick cock as it pounds into you without mercy, and the way your whole body trembles and jolts with every brutal thrust is enough for another pit in your stomach to build.
the orgasm that’s been building slams into you hard. and it drags through you in long, shuddering waves, your walls clamping down around him in tight, fluttering pulses while fresh slick gushes out around his cock. you watch it all in the mirror, your eyes glossy and unfocused, mouth open in a hoarse, broken cry, tears slipping down your flushed cheeks as your thighs shake violently.
“fuck… that’s it,” leon groans against your ear, voice raw and satisfied, his hips stuttering as he chases his orgasm. “look at that, sweetheart. look how fucking beautiful you are when you cum like that.”
you’re still twitching, still trying to catch your breath, when the overstimulation really sets in—sharp and electric, too much all at once. your hips jerk away on instinct, a wrecked sob tearing from your throat as the pleasure flips into something almost painful.
"shhh, i've got you," he murmurs against your neck, his voice losing its rough edge as his own release builds. "just one more thing, baby…" leon's breathing is ragged, his hips stuttering as he nears his release.
with a final, deep thrust, leon buries himself to the hilt and stills. he groans deeply, hips bucking as you milk him for all he's got. you feel him pulse inside you, hot, thick ropes of his cum filling you completely as he groans your name against your shoulder blade. his body trembles slightly, muscles tensing and then relaxing as he empties himself into you. it's a satisfying release that seems to go on forever, each pulse of his cock accompanied by a low, guttural sound of pure satisfaction.
leon stays buried deep for a long moment afterward, both of you breathing heavily in the quiet room. the rain has softened outside, now just a gentle patter against the windows. his weight is comforting on your back, his arms wrapped securely around your waist as he presses soft kisses along your spine.
when he finally pulls out, you collapse completely onto the bed, boneless and satisfied. he shifts beside you, gathering you into his arms and snuggling you into his side. you rest your head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat as his fingers gently stroke your hair.
"you okay?" he asks after a few moments of comfortable silence, his voice soft, a stark contrast to his rough, lust-ridden voice from a few minutes ago.
"mhm... so good." you mumble into his firm chest, and he lets out a breathy laugh at your reply. he strokes your hair gently, pressing a kiss to your hairline as he watches you catch your breath.
"yeah, baby?" he teases, settling into your arms as he thinks of what he wants to say. you're drifting off when he speaks again, his voice barely above a whisper. "i've wanted this for so long." although your eyes are heavy, you can't help the way your heart skips a beat at his words.
your eyes flutter open at his confession. "how long?" you ask curiously, mouth parted as you listen to the calm thrum of his heart against his chest.
"since the day you moved in," he admits, his thumb tracing circles on your shoulder. "that's why i kept coming up with excuses to see you. the porch light, the fence… none of it... really needed fixing." he says, and it's a little endearing to see leon so honest... it was cute. the sleepiness wore off a bit, your lips curving into a smile as you think about all the times he's offered his help to you in the name of "being a good neighbor."
"what about the leaky faucet?" you ask, propping yourself up on an elbow to look at him better. "that one was actually dripping." you inquire, wriggling your eyebrows at him playfully.
leon grins wolfishly. "okay, that one was real. but i may have exaggerated how bad it was so i could come back a few times." he admits, fingers absentmindedly drawing shapes into the small of your back.
you shake your head, unable to stop smiling. "you're ridiculous." you huff out, mirroring his mannerisms by tracing hearts into his firm chest with your fingers, eyes focused on your movements.
"i tried to be subtle, sweetheart," he admits. "but i was losing my goddamn mind trying to tell you. tonight, when i saw you stuck in the rain... i knew i couldn't pretend anymore." your fingers still on his chest, biting back a smile as you take in his words. you had to admit, it felt nice to finally hear him be honest about how he felt, the flirting a precursor to his true feelings.
"i'm glad you didn't," you say, leaning up a bit to press a soft kiss to his lips. he responds immediately, his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you closer. when you pull away, he's smiling.
"so," he says, a boyish smile gracing his features, "what happens now?" he asks, genuine curiosity behind his playful eyes.
"well," you say thoughtfully, "you could start by not pretending things are broken just to talk to me." you giggle, staring at him in amusement as a wider smile breaks out on his features.
leon laughs, the sound warm and genuine. "deal." he says, trapping you tightly into his arms. you giggle, smacking at his biceps for him to release you. once he does, you look at him with a smirk plastered on your face.
"hey, leon?" you ask, staring into his eyes with a hint of mischief.
"yeah, sweetheart?" he asks, brows raised as he stares at you trying not to laugh.
"i think my kitchen sink might be making a weird noise." you say, biting your lips to stop the laugh that eventually does escape, burying your face in his bare chest.
he chuckles, pressing a kiss to the back of your head. "i'll be over first thing in the morning to check it out."
nier’s note 🗒️: oh my god you guys yes this was such an indulgent write i’m not gonna lie to you. vendetta/re9 leon has been on my mind all the time lately and i can’t help it that man is such a dilf. but if you read fully to the end i really really appreciate it thank you for supporting my writing!! hoping to make this a pretty consistent blog but we’ll see. also literally the first day of me writing this it started storming hard af outside my apartment and i literally got so inspired i love rain. anyways, yes it’s long yes it’s 95% smut, yes i’m a slut for leon, no i don’t care. thank u for reading ♡
synopsis: you’re a college gossip columnist with a shitty boyfriend. your life takes a turn when you meet a hot guitarist that makes you pause writing about other people’s lives and start living yours.
warnings: smut, mdni, f!reader, cheating, drunk sex, switch!takuma, squirting, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), cumshot
ᯓ✮: bonus chapter! story is still understandable if you skip
How your night went from you getting drenched in the rain as you walked home alone to your panties getting drenched as a gorgeous guitarist seemingly attempts to breed you through a towel, you don’t know but you’re not complaining.
Actually, the only type of ‘complaints’ you can make are needy moans as Takuma scatters kisses down your neck all the way to just below your collarbone.
Glancing up at you with hope sparkling in his doe eyes, he breathes out a pleading “can I?” as he fidgets with the hem of your band tee - rather, his band tee that you’re wearing.
You respond by nodding a bit too eagerly. Any guilt you bore about cheating on your good-for-nothing boyfriend was completely overpowered by the thirst you feel for the bright-eyed band member on top of you - a man you’ve just met, mind you.
Mirroring your fervour, Takuma pulls the oversized shirt off you until he’s met with your bare chest. As you had originally planned to go to sleep, you had forgone a bra - at which Takuma is very delighted.
He stares at you in awe, thanking himself for every life decision he’s made that brought him to this point.
“You still there?” you quip, snapping him out of the trance your breasts had thrown him into.
“Yeah, sorry!” he stammers, “you’re just so beautiful, I can’t stop looking at you.” His palpable shyness provokes you into asserting dominance over the poor guy.
“You don’t have to settle for just looking,” you hum seductively, maintaining intense eye contact. “Touch me all you want, Takuma.”
From that, Takuma already knows that his towel will be permanently stained by the copious amount of precum that just dribbled out of his tip.
“Fuck, yeah, okay,” he breathes, shakily bringing up a hand to cup one of your breasts as he directs his mouth to the other.
He swirls his tongue around your nipple while his fingers mimic the motion on your other boob. The stimulation prompts you to grind up on him harder, seeking out more relief.
Takuma catches on and uses his free hand to slip his sleep-shorts off you, leaving you clad in only your panties. His thumb locates your clit through the cloth, your profuse wetness thins the cotton barrier so much so that his touch is tantalisingly close to where you need him most.
“Takuma,” you tangle your fingers in his hair as he deliciously sucks your nipple. “Need more,” you whine, to which Takuma wastes no time in pulling your soaked panties to the side, swiping his fingers through your folds.
He brings his hand to his mouth, pulling off your nipple with a pop to replace it with his slick-covered fingers.
“Mhh, you taste so good, baby,” he drags his fingers down your body, back to your messy slit. “So wet for me, aren't you?” he teases, your evident neediness for him turning him bold. His fingers teeter at your trembling entrance. “Want me to help?”
Once again, you find yourself nodding too enthusiastically
“Use your words, beautiful,” he taunts, much to your frustration.
“Need you to help!” you emphasise - so much for ‘asserting dominance’.
That’s all the motivation Takuma needs to dive a finger into your sopping cunt. And then another. And then he’s thrusting two fingers into you as his thumb delectably circles your clit.
“God, baby, if you’re this tight around my fingers, how’re you gonna take my dick?”
The thought induces whines to find their way out of your mouth against your will. You clasp your palm over your lips to silence them.
“Don’t do that,” Takuma pries your hand off your face, “I like hearing you.”
His words drive you to the edge quicker than anyone else - your boyfriend included - ever has. You can’t figure out if the high you feel is from your prior alcohol intake or from the way Takuma is curling his fingers just right.
How is he so good at this?
You think back to when you first saw him and remember how his fingers expertly danced over his guitar strings - transferable skills, you guess.
It’s as if Takuma is playing musical notes on your sweet spot and the resulting melody is the obscene squelch of your dripping pussy. Takuma thinks the sound can rival any orchestra.
Suddenly, you feel a foreign surge of pressure. You arch your back as your walls spasm around Takuma’s fingers. “Ah! Takuma- it feels weird!”
“Mmh. Just relax, baby, let it out,” He soothes, rubbing your clit harder.
A stream of clear liquid blasts out of you and Takuma thinks, in his whole life, this is his greatest accomplishment by far.
You don’t share the sentiment. Embarrassed that you’re squirting so easily - and that you’re squirting at all - you cover your face.
“Thought I asked you not to do that, pretty?” he tuts, pinching your nipple as a punishment, “I wanna see that gorgeous face of yours when you squirt for me.” Sheepishly, you bring your hands back down to grip the sheets. “There she is. My gorgeous girl,” he praises, making you impossibly wetter.
“Takuma, need you inside,” you beg, now at your breaking point.
Takuma doesn’t need to be told twice. He hastily unwraps his towel to reveal his massive, leaking cock. Where was he hiding all that? And more importantly, when is he going to hide it in you?
As if to answer your thoughts, Takuma rips off your panties and hoists your legs up into a mating press position, putting your heat on display for him.
He wonders how he came from admiring you from afar to admiring your glistening cunt up close. Lauding whichever gods granted him this miracle, Takuma teases your slit with his tip.
Unable to tolerate his own stalling, he pushes into you inch by inch, finding minimal resistance due to the ample amount of your slick acting as lubricant.
“Holy shit. You feel so good, beautiful,” he moans, thrown into the thwarts of pleasure as he bottoms out. The sensation of being full of him renders you incapable of forming words to respond, you can only let out lewd whimpers.
Earlier you had wondered if you were drunk off of liquor or off of Takuma. Now it’s certain. It's definitely Takuma.
“Fuck, you’re so tight it feels like you’re trying to squeeze my dick off,” he chokes as he reluctantly pulls out of your clenching cunt. “And I would let you, pretty, I’d let you do anything,” he mindlessly rambles, slamming back in.
If he wasn’t already sure before, Takuma is now positive that he would allow you to do whatever you wanted to him - and he would do so happily.
“You’re so deep,” you whine, overwhelmed by the rush of pleasure as Takuma jackhammers his meaty length into you. “It’s too much!” you claim but your cunt is arguing the opposite with how it’s greedily sucking him in. Takuma decides to listen to your cunt.
“Yeah, but you can take it. Can’t you, beautiful?” The fact that he’s currently balls-deep in your weeping pussy gives the usually nervous man a rare cockiness. “God. You say it’s too much but I don’t think your pussy agrees, she keeps trying to milk me dry.”
The way he calls you out arouses you further, causing your legs to spasm out of your control. To your horror, you squirt for a second time.
“Fuck yes, baby, squirt for me again. I fucking love how messy you are,” he groans. “You ever squirt this much for him?” jealousy twinges in his heart.
Even now, with his cock sheathed inside your pulsing cunt, Takuma can’t help but want to prove he’s better than your piece-of-shit boyfriend.
“Never!” you shake your head, eyes shut in both pleasure and shame.
“Yeah, he can’t treat you right, can he?” he rubs your clit, triggering your walls to clamp down on him as you approach your climax. “Not like me.”
“Nothing like you!”
It’s true. Sukuna can’t compare to the sheer amount of satisfaction Takuma is giving you. Your boyfriend is, frustratingly, a terribly selfish lover.
Unlike him, Takuma isn’t selfish at all, he’s very giving. He gave you a ride back to your dorm, he gave you a place to spend the night and now, he’s giving you the orgasm of your life. “Only you make me feel like this, Takuma!” you cry as you coat his cock with your cum.
That pushes him past his limit. He swiftly pulls his throbbing cock out of you, chanting your name as he sprays your sweaty, spent body with a lavish amount of his sticky cum.
Crashing down from his high, Takuma collapses on top of you. “That was fucking amazing - you’re fucking amazing,” he pants, nuzzling your neck.
It’s funny, for a ‘sleepover’, you didn’t do much sleeping.
Kisses you left behind . ( Inspired by @or4ng3y's post )
Warnings 🪽 : Angst, Husband!Leon, fem!reader, mentions of death, separation anxiety, Leon smoking mentioned, happy ending I swear... No specific version of Leon is mentioned so be at ease of you haven't finished re9 yet since I, too, haven't finished it so no spoilers in this fic though this does take place after re4 ! 🐇 .
The storm outside your bedroom window reflected the aching turmoil in your chest. Your husband, Leon, has been assigned to yet another dangerous mission, one he cannot turn down, nevertheless, he hasn't turned down any mission given to him. It's been taking a toll on you and your well-being, each night, you cry like there's no tomorrow, like any second from now, that phone on the bedside table will ring and give you the devastating nightmare you pray to never escape into reality.
But for now, he's with you, until the dawn rises at least. He has you in his strong arms, his radiating warmth, and his heartbeat in your ears. A steady, rhythmic reminder that he's still there beside you. He knows that each step out of your shared home's door is like a stab to your fragile heart, a heart that's afraid to lose him any day now. It's hard for him too, he hates leaving you, he hates seeing those eyes of yours on the brink of tears when he comes home battered.
Your heart breaks a little bit more when you see him like that.
His hand ran through your hair, pushing them back to see your face, deep in thought and pushed against his chest. The heartbeat in your ears was replaced by a chuckle, making you look up at him. You wonder why your husband's chuckling all of a sudden before he answers your unspoken question.
“You look cute so deep in thought, y'know?”
You let out a scoff, hand coming to hit his chest in frustration and with a hint of relief from being freed from your mind's 'what ifs'. He takes note of your lack of response and your cheek was met by a familiar sensation of small stubble bumps glazing along your jaw and slightly chapped lips landing on your cheeks then meeting your lips. You'll miss this when he goes...
You'll miss the burn of his stubble, his chapped lips that refuse to be healed by chapsticks you bought, beautiful blue eyes staring down at you, blown and dilated after a make-out session, and hands gently roaming on your body like you were a goddess in front of him.
By the time the sun rose, you were up to make him his last home cooked meal before the mission. Your house is cluttered with stuff you don't bother to move or remove, much to Leon's dismay. He stood by your side as you finished preparing his breakfast, ushering him to the table. Once there, he starts eating slowly, savouring every spoonful like how he does every time before he goes away for months without knowing if he can eat such meals again.
Your last kiss, a small scar left on your cheek at his stubble brazing themselves on you when he gave you a kiss. You watch him drive off in his motorcycle, his figure disappearing to the sun's rising glory before you couldn't see a flick of his presence anymore.
You re-enter the now cold house with remnants of him all around you that you cannot find yourself to remove. His jacket still hanging on the coat rack, untouched and still retained his faint scent. His empty bottles of whiskey collecting dust in the corner whilst new ones flooded the fridge. You closed the fridge, the smell of alcohol invading your nose from just a small whiff of the strong drink. You wonder why he likes it so much...
You eventually start cleaning up the kitchen, putting away used tools, pots, pans, and dirty dishes into the dish washer. The whirring sound distracts you from your mind's torment every time he leaves. You leave his ashtray with the cigarette butts still burning on the table, a specific brand that stands out with its scent that reminds you of him.
Eventually, you find yourself flipping through the album book you two kept. Memories from your dates to your wedding day 'til now, letters and ripped journal pages pinned on specific pages that you remember rereading a hundred times to reminisce that moment in time. How simple life was before then. You smile softly, your fingertips floating above the photo of you and him on your wedding day. You stare at his smiling face that had tears on his cheeks whilst he was carrying bridal style in his arms to the car. He was in a rush to start off your honeymoon that day...
Day by day, you pass the time by going through the memories you both had. Agonizing and cheerful moments tucked away in a thick book. You didn't pay attention to the calendar, didn't move his things, you just let them stay in the position on the day he left.
You mostly rot yourself on the bed but you happen to fall asleep during this time, curled up in the sheets and burying your face on his pillow.
The door clicked open, creaking slightly as a figure entered the room before the door closed shut softly. The bed dips from the weight of them sitting on the side where you slept, hands tucking away your hair in a familiar way.
The pillow in your arms was replaced by warmth and a steady beat against your ears once again before a low voice presents itself beside your ear.
“I'm home.”
- Fin.
Notes; Sorry if this isn't that angsty since I didn't find myself crying but I teared up a bit, I tried my best to deliver the vision and I hope you guys liked it 🫶 .
cove: many fears. [pregnant reader] Even More Fears.
never in your life have you seen this man worry about you more than at the beginning (and nearing the end) of your pregnancy
he's going to do whatever you want. he develops a sixth sense for knowing when you want something but don't want to ask
you want a massage? you can have a massage. you're getting really specific cravings? that's okay he'll go across town to find what you want. you're feeling sick? he's helping you to the washroom and holding any hair while rubbing your back before getting water for you. you want to take a bath together? that sounds lovely, he'll get the water running, just wait there.
doesn't let you do things especially late into your pregnancy. you need to sit him down and tell him you're still capable of functioning more than 40% of the time, albeit slower and more careful
he most Definitely calls his mom for help. like, So many times. she's never mad because It's Cove and it's so endearing how he calls about the smallest things
also his dad. cliff has spent hours on the phone with his son sharing stories and reassuring cove that he's going to be just fine
don't get me wrong though, he definitely spends a lot of time alone researching things himself. what you should be eating, any exercises that might help, how to help deal with back pain, etc.
i'm talking parenting books, youtube videos, those mommy blogs, everything
sometimes he knows things even You didn't think/know of. he takes pride in it
i don't know if you guys have seen it/know what i'm talking about but cove would do the thing where he stands behind you and lifts/holds your belly so you can rest for a little bit
the conversations you have about baby names are so...interesting. they happen sporadically when one of you sees something that inspires a name. i'm not saying poppy is a name put on the table but also yes i am?
the both of you start to shop for baby clothes and he almost breaks down in the middle of the store when he sees the shoes. he compares them to his hand and he turns to you with this look of awe/despair. "they're so small. their feet are so tiny, oh my god."
starts panicking over how he's going to handle or hold a baby over it. please help before a worker comes over to check on him
definitely gets lots of toys and At Least one outfit that says something about waves or surfing
there's a lot of evenings where you both get sappy and emotional over the thought of your future child. he talks about all the things he wants to do, how he wants to take them to the beach, how he wants to let them visit their grandparents/relatives whenever it's possible, how he's scared he'll mess up somehow
you have to remind him that parenthood isn't going to be easy, but you have each other and you'll do your best. also that he's going to be a Great dad,, look at how much he cares for you and his baby already
the first time he feels your baby kick he cries
he definitely lays and talks to your belly . it's adorable
^ one time he thought you were asleep and started rambling about how you two met and how much he loves you
whenever he comes home, no matter how long he's been gone, he says hi to you then bends down to do the same to your baby. he asks how you're doing, saying he missed both of you
he. he watches you waddle around and has to stop himself from grinning and hugging you
he tries really hard to cuddle. it doesn't matter how, he's going to figure it out because nothing will take it away from him (except maybe you getting a pregnancy pillow)
goes with you to every appointment. if for some forsaken reason he can't, 1) he's upset and 2) he makes sure to pick you up and check on you after it's over
literally so so kind and understanding of any mood swings or rough times. he's reminding you to eat and sleep, takes care of things that might be making you anxious, and is always there if you want to talk or vent and never invalidates your feelings :[ he doesn't know what you're going through, really, but he tries his absolute best to make it as easy as possible
can someone like write an angsty fic of leon!husband inspired by twenty-one pilots 'drag path' ??? like the reader/oc refuses to clean up leon's remains or objects that he left before he goes on the mission (left beer on the refrigerator, his pants/ jacket hanging on the door, his 'so called project' on the garage, and etc) so that she'll feel like leon is coming back or that he's still there. like girl MAKE ME CRY. TELL ME U GUYS SEE THE VISION PLEASE. 🥺🥺
"fuuuck baby, thaat's it... that's my pretty girl."
leon's sure this his therapy session after all the shit he saw in his latest mission, returning to the one city that haunted his mind and dreams ever since he was a rookie. but he made it this time—saved grace, found a cure for himself and sherry, earning himself a nice vacation.
now, he was fixing his fucked up mentality and relieving stress by using your sweet little pussy, watching how perfectly you bended for him on your shared bed, ringed hand clawing the sheets. he watched where you two joined, his cum from previous rounds leaking out of you as he kept thrusting and thrusting, the sounds of small burps and squelches making him feel like he's right where he belongs—in his sweet wife's cunt.
"swallowin' me so good, shit, could kill for this sight. killed for this sight, you have no idea." he felt better and energetic, more than he did in ages—thanks to the cure—and now all he wanted to do with this was, of course, fuck his wife properly.
"leonn.. fuck—gaah.. hmgh.. hnn.." you drooled and slurred his name, unable to say anything else as he pounded inside you from behind, his big and rough palms kneading, spanking and spreading your ass almost desperately. leon was desperate right now, the need to feel you and make sure he really did make it was almost tasteable with the way he fucked.
"so good sweetheart, so good, always so good," he rambled through his breathy voice, hugging your waist tight enough to pull you back into his chest. he headlocked you to keep his balance—his other hand on your stomach, feeling the way it bulged with his cock. he groaned, nuzzling your hair and scent, basically drowning himself in you.
he was so happy for once. and all he wanted to do was to share it with you. just you.
"love you so much," he grunted, breathing heavily into your temple, small and barely audible whimpers coming out from his deep voice. you're so messy and dizzy to hear it properly, but when you do, you clench. hard. enough to pull another one from him. "so much baby—haahnh... my beautiful wife—"
you bit his forearm to keep yourself from screaming, eyes crossed softly. your moans grew needier against his skin, and from the way you clenched, he knew you were right there.
"gonna cum? yeaah you gonna cum, gonna cum right on my cock." he panted, squeezing your tummy as his cold ring created a contrast on your sweaty and heated skin. you whined, and held his bicep tight enough to leave marks. though all he cared was how good that ring looked on your finger as you did.
"come on baby, i earned it didn' i?" he breathed into your ear, his plea making your eyes roll back. he reached down from your tummy, rough thumb messily circling your clit. "earned your pussy, earned to feel you cum. gonna fill you up again, yeah? i came back to you, all cured—fuck," he whimpered again, so low and deep you almost mistake it as a groan. "—'n healed. gimme my fuckin' reward."
you came from his words and delicious thrusts, trembling in his arms. his own orgasm crashed right after yours, and the force of it made him slump with you on the bed, flat on your back with stuttering hips. "shit," he breathed, kissing all over your spine, giving gentle licks and nips.
"i.. i love you too.." you mumbled, completely spent and just now regaining your ability to speak. he let out a tired and rough chuckle, turning until he was spooning you properly.
💭.. thinking about re9!leon... as a hubby... a lot...
"damn dude, look at that hair."
leon didn't even opened his eyes as you started your morning with your usual master sense of humor—he takes pride in being the one who helped you master—just enjoying the feeling of your holy fingers in his long hair. the blondes are faded into a soft light brown now, few grays showing.
"what do you use on that, mr. kennedy?" you hummed, body curled under his comfortably as you played with your husband's hair, so happy and content that he's with you in this fine and sunny morning.
"my wife's hair products." he mumbled, curling further into your neck to hide from the sun. he placed so, so lazy kisses on your skin—as if he was too lazy to move but his body craved you nonetheless. you chuckled at his reply and bared your neck more, one hand moving to the back of his neck, caressing softly.
"i bet your wife has insaane hair," you said, grinning at their soft banter. you remembered all those years ago, meeting him in a friendgroup, clicking because of the shitty and sarcastic humor. well, you were married now. not so suprising.
leon hummed, nodding lazily. "yeah, i like to pull it a lot."
you huffed a chuckle, slapping his bare shoulder softly. he smiled into your neck and caressed your ass, giving a soft pinch. "what? 's true." he defended himself. "aand, it feels so smooth in my palms." he added.
"oh gee, thanks. im lucky i still have hair with how you're pullin' it." you grumbled playfully, grinning a bit. he nipped your neck softly. "i never heard you complainin'."
"shut up already, l'oreal paris." you murmured into his forehead, pecking his skin three times. your hands wandered down from his scalp to his shoulder blades, caressing him softly. he laughed lazily, kissing your jaw.
"you're such a weirdo." he mumbled softly., his eyes filled with adoration.
"learned from the best." you smiled wide, pecking his lips long and lovingly.
leon’s love language is painfully obvious. it’s arduous for him to vocalize his love for you but you’ll wake up to your favorite flowers on the dresser, no sign of the culprit though
god forbid he sit or lie down in your house in which case you can’t pry your cat off of him. that’s her bf before he’s yours
leon isn't really one for pet names but there is an occasional 'baby' that he lets escape him when he's feeling especially enamored
it’s a laborious task to get leon to deviate from rigid gender ideals. it’s not a particularly orthodox or traditionalist ideology for him per se as much as it is him believing he needs to bear the brunt of providing
you’d like to have cute screenshots of your text chains but there’s a million results for the phrase “call me” from him in your texts because he’s what’s colloquially known as dogshit at conveying emotion over the sms and would rather hear your voice
no social media warrior. he might make an instagram to like your posts or something but he’s got no particular inclination
got his hands on the record his aunt taught him how to dance to once and holds you real close in his dim lit living room. he’s got a habit of tucking your head in the crook of his neck, you’re not sure if that was also taught. leon thinks dancing with you makes him feel a little normal
his phone wallpaper is you with smudged lipstick next to him with scarlet red lipstick marks littering his face and neck. he’s got a documented smile for once
swears he doesn’t want kids but won’t look at you when you’re holding one. one “how long you guys been together again?” and you know he’s awkwardly akimbo and biting his bottom lip in pure fluster behind you
i have overdue calc homework but this is more important
you were naive enough to believe satoru was still only joking about wanting to get you pregnant whenever he came back from a day full of teaching and mentorship.
he'd ramble on and on about his first years whenever he came home to you: "you should’ve seen them during training today! no one had a near death experience! except for yuji, but that's still something!"
you had gotten used to it, his admiration for his students. the way he had always treated them and spoke about them as if they were his own, which just happened to be one of his most admirable traits.
and well, one of his hottest.
to be frank, his physical appeal didn’t help much either—the way everything he wore clung to him in all the right places: his toned abdomen poking through, his perfect chest, his beefy biceps straining against his sleeves. and the cherry on top was the outline of his cock whenever he wore those sweatpants.
all this talk about children and kids started to grow on you. so when you finally entertained the idea of him impregnating you when he hinted at it for the 100th time today, he practically pounced at the opportunity (you) . . .
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satoru looked utterly feral. white hair a mess around his face, those bright blue eyes blown wide and gleaming in the dark, canines glistening in a sick twisted smile with sweat dripping down his temple.
he's got you in a mean mating press, cock buried inside your dripping pussy, wet 'thwaps' bouncing off the walls. your legs wrapped around his torso, his beefy arms hugging you as he buried his face into the crook of your sweat slicked neck, trapping you under all his weight, heavy cock sliding in and out of your sloppy cunt.
"t-toru— s'too much!" you sobbed helplessly, pussy fluttering around his length as you clawed at his back, leaving faint red scratches and crescent shaped marks that made him hiss with pleasure.
and he laughed.
he fucking laughed.
"you can take it angel, i know this pussy. so wet and all mine." he hummed before placing sloppy open mouth kisses to your neck, dragging his tongue all the way from your bottom lip to your chin, collecting every single fluid that lingered, sucking in a way that was sure to leave bruises the next day.
you swear you could hear the feet of the couch scraping against the wooden floors, your tits bouncing up with each thrust, perky nipples poking through the thin cotton of his worn out digimon shirt that you stole from him a while ago.
satoru gojo was a fucking monster.
it was even worse that he had a monster cock to match.
everything about him was far from human. his stamina and speed. you could't even run from him even if you wanted to, every single of beefy muscle held you there, trapped by the arm of the couch. every whine, squeal and plea falling on deaf ears.
"s-slow down! you psycho—" you began, only to let out an embarrassingly loud moan that revealed your true desires.
his lips crashed into yours, tongue delving into the wet cavern of your mouth, pressing and prodding against your tongue. his hips continuing to slap into you, pussy creaming around his cock. a white frothy ring connecting the two of you and dripping down his sack, onto the couch cushions.
he pulled off your lips with a wet pop, a string of saliva clinging between you. "so beautiful baby." he hummed, soft huffs escaping him as his cock twitched violently inside of you, just aching to spill out inside of you.
"will you—fuck—lemme fill you up? would you like that? y'gonna lemme send you out there, walking around so full of me, jus' letting everyone know exactly who knocked this pretty pussy up.." he cooed into your ear, almost condescendingly.
"hm angel? what're ya gonna say when they ask you?"
"you! you toru— you knocked me up—" a broken moan escaped you as you clenched around him, cunt gushing all around his cock, only proving his point further.
"perfect." his breath shutters, jaw clenched. "so fucking perfect. heh, i think your pussy wants to make me into a daddy," he choked out, his voice breaking off into a whiney moan. "should we listen to her? turn you into a hah—mommy. gonna pump this pretty pussy full til' you're leaking for days.."
"mmnh wanna—m'gonna cum, toru, please", you hiccuped, fat globs of pleasure prickling in your waterline and rolling onto his sweaty skin. his cock so deep inside you that you were certain he was stirring up your guts, sack slapping against the curve of your ass, his fat head kissing the spot that made you see white.
"go ahead baby, make a mess all over me, yeah? think if we cum at the same time you'll get pregnant faster?" he hummed, pressing quick sloppy circles over your clit, sending you over the edge.
your vision blurred and your brain went fuzzy as you cried out his name, your walls clamping down violently around him, massaging his cock, milking him for all he had.
with a deep thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, stuffing your cunt full of him. thick hot rivulets of cum spilling out inside you. his pelvic bone crushing down on your clit as his hips rolled against you, slow and heavy. ensuring he bred you just how he said he would.
with one final groan he chuckled lowly, his breath tickling your ear as he collapsed over you, all his weight pressing you further into the couch.
he pressed a soft loving kiss to your forehead. "alright baby, are you okay?" he began, about to pull his cock out of you. " if you want i can—"
with a sudden spark of energy, you locked your legs around him, pressing down on his back harder. pushing him back into your stuffed cunt, making him cry out as his sensitive dick bottomed out inside you once more.
"again." you hummed breathless, unsure if it was you or your pussy talking.
he looked down at you with a mischievous grin, plastered all over his face. his cock twitching, slowly hardening all over again at the mere thought.
it was clear satoru spending too much time around his students had clearly done irreversible damage to him and you.
but you weren't complaining. how could you?
more baby fever toru because yes + this was supposed to be on the sweeter side but ended up being freaked out so..
