sum; RE2 Leon gets a blowjob shot at a bar and then gets lucky later ;p
content; hook-up, inexperienced Leon but its not his first time he's just a nerd without a social life, hand job, blow job, fingering, overstimulation, alcohol consumption (duh), praise kink, unprotected sex
wc; 6k
Leon wasn't big on bars or clubs, but his friends dragged him out to celebrate the fact that he got accepted to be a police officer in Racoon City. They wanted to take him out before he had to move, so they took him out to a bar with a higher chance of him getting laid. Leon didn't have plans to.
Now, he sat in the booth, glancing around the bar with a visibly nervous look. His friends had ordered some drinks, so he decided to keep the table occupied while they brought the drinks back. He saw them approaching, so he made some space on the table for the drinks. Behind his friends, Leon caught glimpse of you, the pretty bartender he'd been eyeing for the entire two hours they'd been here.
You followed his friends with a shot in your hand while they carried their beers. You smiled, coming up to Leon's side. His friends gave him the looks of those who had something planned that Leon would love or hate.
"How are you doin' tonight?" You asked, setting the shot down in front of him. Leon swallowed, staring up at you from his seat.
"Wonderful." He barely managed loud enough, watching you laugh a little.
"Well, your friends here informed me of your celebration tonight, and in honor of it, they've asked me to give you a special shot. Nothing dangerous, but different."
"Ah.. what do you mean?" He asked, shifting in his seat as he fiddled with the empty cup in front of him from his earlier drink.
"It's called a blowjob." You watched as his face burned bright red. "Not like that, you perv." You teased, snickering as he seemed to be losing his cool by the minute. "I'm gonna sit on the table, you're gonna tilt your head back, and I'm gonna pour the drink in your mouth."
At this point, Leon's friends had dispersed to give him a moment alone with the gorgeous girl he'd been stuck on all night. Leon barely managed a nod to give her some pathetic response.
"Feeling okay? Still on board?" You asked as you perched yourself on the table in front of him. Your feet rested on either side of his thighs, and his hands quickly pulled away from the edge of the table due to how close he'd been to accidentally ruining the moment with his fidgeting hands.
"Still on board, yeah." He cleared his throat, shifting himself to lean back to give you space. He didn't like to crowd people, even though you were supposed to in this case. You picked up the shot glass, leaning forward and cupping his chin.
Leon's eyes flickered down to your breasts, the small view of cleavage sending a rush of blood straight down south. You tilted his head back, leaning over him and pressing the glass to his lips.
"Don't forget to swallow, 'kay?" You murmured, just loud enough for him to hear as you poured the liquid down his throat. It burned, and his eyes squeezed shut as he closed his mouth and forced himself to swallow the alcohol. "There we go," you soothed lightly, using your thumb to wipe away the drop of tequila that he'd spilled. "You're a good listener." You teased lightly, and as he opened his eyes, he had to turn away to cough. He tried to avoid looking dumb, but the tequila burned like a bitch.
You laughed lightly, patting at his back as you got off the table and stood beside him.
"You okay?" You asked, watching him clear his throat and wipe his eyes. He nodded, giving you a thumbs up before he turned back to look at you.
"Yeah, I-im okay. I'm sorry, I'm not good at taking shots." He stifled one final cough, looking up at you and realizing your hand still lingered on his shoulder.
"You have a good rest of your night." You told him, letting your fingers lightly swipe over the side of his neck before you walked off. With your back turned, Leon practically heaved a sigh of relief. He'd been afraid to breathe, almost like he would turn you to dust if he breathed too hard. He felt his face burning from embarrassment.
With Leon staring at you, he didn't even see his friends coming back to the table. All three of them had managed to get a girl to come back with them. Shockingly, at least to Leon, none of the women looked drunk.
"Did you get her number?" One of the guys asked.
"What? No! I don't think she's.. interested. She was just doing her job." Leon shook his head, reaching out to grab his water to take a drink.
"Oh, you're such a wimp! Go! She's been eyeing you for a half hour!" Another friend chimed in, nudging Leon from the side. Leon hesitated, and he thought back to the way it felt to have you so close to straddling him. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad to shoot his shot, he thought. He glanced across the table, his friends urging him. So he got up and scrambled across the crowded bar.
You stood behind the bar, using your rag to wipe away any spilled alcohol or sticky spots from discarded fruit pieces that people liked to leave all over the bar. Closing out someone's tab, you handed the receipt back to them before you saw Leon approaching. You raised a brow.
As he came up, he took a seat at the bar right across from you.
"What can I get you?" You asked, leaning over the bar with a smile.
"Oh, no, I'm.. I'm not here for any more drinks. I've had enough. I.. I wanted to ask for your number. It's okay if not, i just-"
"Why don't you wait til my shift ends? If you're not too intoxicated, I'd be happy to grab a bite down at the diner on sixth." You grinned, tilting your head slightly.
Leon practically beamed at your words, nodding along.
"Yeah, that'd be great, actually. I've only had a beer or two, and that shot, but I'm not driving tonight, so.." Leon rambled lightly, unable to hide the way his lips twitched upwards with excitement.
"My shift ends in an hour. 11 o'clock. I know it'll be late, but you and your buddies don't look like you've got anywhere to rush to." You looked behind him, across the crowded bar, gesturing to his three friends who had been too busy with their hook-ups.
"I'm not in a hurry, no. I'm happy to wait." Leon shook his head, settling in more comfortably to wait in his seat.
Before you could say another word, you had a few customers to take care of. Closing out some tabs, getting rid of some used cups, wiping down the counter, checking IDs, and getting new drinks. It ate up your time, but you managed to get in some small conversations with Leon over the hour he was waiting.
After your coworker got there to take over the bar for the last few hours, you and Leon headed out. Leon said goodbye to his buddies and said he'd walk home, given the fact he was almost sober and his apartment was just a few blocks from the diner you'd chosen.
The walk to the diner was filled with corny jokes, giggles, and some conversation to get to know each other, and to Leon's surprise, it was going great. It didn't slow down or feel awkward at all, even when Leon ran out of something to talk about.
At the diner, you two talked nonstop until the food arrived. Comfortable silence stretched over you two until you both decided you'd had enough. Leon, being the gentleman he is, got up to pay and retrieve boxes from the front. Returning, he helped you box your food and stack the plates before you two headed to leave.
Unfortunately, rain had started coming down pretty heavy. While Leon busied himself with emptying his jacket for you, you spoke up nervously.
"Uh.. can I ask a favor?"
"Go for it."
"My apartment is across town, and the busses don't run consistently in the rain.. could I stay at yours? You mentioned it was nearby, so.."
Leon finished with his jacket and laid it over your shoulders, thinking for a moment. It was risky, letting a woman he'd just met come to stay at his place, but what kind of cop would he be if he turned away someone in need? Especially someone as gorgeous and kind as you.
"Absolutely. You can crash in my room, I'll take the floor."
And with that, you uttered a 'thank you' before Leon guided you out and led you through the rain to the apartment building.
After a five minute mix of running and walking, you finally got to his apartment. Leon led you inside, kicking his shoes off at the door before he led you to his room.
"Do you want a change of clothes?" Leon asked, but then shook his head. "You'll catch a cold. Here, you can wear these." He said, rummaging around and finding an old pair of sweats and a band tee from his early teens.
Without letting you argue, he stepped out and closed the door. He went down to the kitchen to put away your leftovers before he got you a bottle of water. When he heard you open the door, he came back to the room and handed it to you. Under his left arm, he carried fresh bedding.
"What are you doing?" You asked, watching him closely.
"Changing the sheets."
"Why?"
"I don't want my guest to be sleeping on my dirty sheets." He laughed a little, glancing over at you.
"Yknow, you're really good at this. I wonder how often you have girls over." You joked.
"Never." He admitted, completely stripping the bed of the dirty sheets and tossing everything into the dirty laundry hamper.
"Well.." you paused. "I guess that makes sense. You were all tense earlier when I first came over to you at the bar. Should've known you were a loser." You joked, watching his cheeks bloom with heat.
"You came over and told me you were giving me a blowjob. Any man would be tense." He countered with a small huff as he began to set the new sheets up.
"That's what it's called!" You laughed, snorting slightly.
"No, an actual blowjob is better than liquor." He huffed, fluffing up the new pillows.
"As if you'd know." You raised a brow, tilting your head.
Leon paused, knowing damn well you were right.
"Well.. I-i can assume it'd be better. Liquor is harsh and mean. Not pleasant." He cleared his throat, turning back to you now that he finished changing the bedding. You set your water aside, hands clasped together behind your back. You knew this could be a bad idea, but you stepped closer.
"I could help you figure that out." Your voice lowered to a whisper.
Leon's cheeks flushed, eyes widening as he stepped back, automatically trying to give you back your space. He swallowed, his mouth going dry.
"What do you mean?" He asked quietly.
"I could help you figure out which one you like. A blowjob, or a blowjob shot."
Leon could hardly breathe as you closed the distance. He stepped back until his knees hit the bed and he fell back, sitting at the foot of his freshly made bed. You stood between his legs.
"Do you want that?" You asked.
Leon couldn't speak. He just let out a shaky breath, trying to think.
"I need words." You said, stepping back to let him breathe.
Leon swallowed the lump in his throat, nodding softly. He uttered a whiney, 'please', his voice shaky.
You stepped forward again, leaning down to cup his face. One hand over his cheek and one hand over his jawline, you leaned in to initiate a gentle kiss.
Leon would've busted right then and there if he had no self-control. He practically felt the 'boing' sound effect in his pants as they became tighter by the second.
You pulled back, looking at him.
"You can touch me, it's okay." You soothed, noticing how his hands squeezed the comforter beneath him.
His hands stayed still for now, looking up at you with those big baby blues of his.
"You okay?" You laughed softly, shifting your hand to run your thumb along his cheek.
"I.. I just.." Leon choked up for a moment, subconsciously leaning into your touch and seeking the warmth of your palm. He lifted a hand to your wrist, pressing your palm against his lips. "Jesus, you smell amazing." He barely huffed, his nose lightly nudging against your wrist where you'd spray perfume along the pulse point, and with the perfume, he could smell the coconut lotion you'd use as well.
You remained quiet for a moment, letting him familiarize himself however he needed until you decided to lean in and kiss him again.
The kiss was longer this time, your hand shifting from his cheek to the nape of his neck to keep him still. Slowly, as he loosened up with the kiss, his lips moving smoothly against your own, you kissed down his jawline.
Lower.. lower..
And then you bit lightly against his collarbone, making him hiss with surprise as his hands shot out to grasp at your shoulders.
"You don't like the biting?" You asked, lifting your head to check on him. He looked embarrassed, shaking his head no. "Then I won't bite." You pressed another kiss to his lips and trailed down again, finding your way down his chest as you undid the buttons of his button-down dress shirt. It was slow, agonizing, and almost painful.
Leon's cock throbbed in his jeans as he watched you get closer and closer, now kneeling in between his legs. He swallowed harshly, bringing a shaky hand to the back of your head, like he wasn't sure how to touch you in this context.
"I-is this okay?" He whispered, his breath hitching.
"Mm, that's perfect. Just.. relax, okay? Let me take care of you."
He nodded slowly, watching as your hands came to undo his belt and his pants. He instinctively shifted his hips away, helping you tug his pants down. His cock made a tent in his boxers, his tip bulging against the tight fabric with a dark spot on the fabric, indicating dampness from precum.
Leon's cheeks felt like they were on fire. He looked like a total virgin right now, and he knew it. He'd had sex before, but not often. And he didn't really care for jerking off. So when he got touched like this, it was humiliating for him. Lifting your head, you caught his gaze. He looked like a kicked puppy, afraid you'd think poorly of him for being so easy to please. Instead, you gave a small grin, almost cocky. You pushed yourself up, pulling him down into a kiss.
The kiss acted as a distraction as your hand slipped down his torso, fingers trailing along that trail of hair that almost looked like an indication as to where the prize awaited. Slowly, your fingers lifted his waistband, and as your fingers slipped further, pulling his cock from its hiding place of his boxers, his hand on your head lightly pulled at your hair without realizing it. You hissed into the kiss, but you didn't stop or scold him.
"Fuck, 'm sorry, I-i didn't-" Leon tried to apologize, but his own moan interrupted him as your hand wrapped firmly around the base of his cock. His eyes fluttered shut as he let you kiss him again, letting his body melt against you.
"That feels good." He breathed out as you slowly brought your hand upward, stopping halfway, going back down. You repeated the motions for a few strokes before you pulled away from the kiss, eliciting a whimper from him.
"Relax. This is a blowjob, not a hand job." You grinned lightly, watching his eyes widen with realization that you were actually doing this.
He swallowed harshly, nodding slowly.
"You're still okay?" You asked, your hand pulling back.
He groaned, missing the contact, but he nodded quickly.
"I-I'm okay. I still want it." He huffed, looking down at you.
"Good."
Your hand came back up, only this time it was lower; palming his balls, he practically lurched forward, gasping at the sensation as you squeezed. You dove forward, shifting to be perfectly between his legs before your tongue darted out to lick at his tip, gathering the salty precum in the dip of your tongue before you licked down to his base. His eyes rolled back, chest heaving for air as his hands grasped at you; one on your shoulder and one in your hair.
As you licked a stripe all the way up the underside, your hand squeezed his balls as you took him into your mouth for real this time. He cried with pleasure, gasping as you eased yourself down. Your free hand came to his hip, hoping to provide a grounding touch.
You took him halfway in, feeling him twitch. You stayed still for a moment, your tongue swirling back and forth around the underside and the sides as you massaged his balls. He jolted slightly, stifling a whimper as he felt himself growing closer and closer.
"Oh, fuck, please move-" He choked out, his breath ragged and heavy. "Please, please, I need it so bad. It hurts." He gasped, brows furrowing as he tried his best not to buck his hips or push your head at all.
Willing to comply, you lifted your head back to the tip, only to go back down in one swift motion. A small gag left you, but as his cock nestled against the back of your throat, you felt him twitch and shiver.
"Shhh-shit, 'm not gonna last! I can't hold it." He whined, his hips bucking against your face. You lifted your head, beginning the proper bobbing motion at long last. Your hand pulled back from his balls, moving to his thigh to gently rub the fat of his inner thigh, hoping to ease the shaking.
His thighs trembled, his cock throbbed, balls tightened, and he couldn't shut himself up. Your hand bobbed up and down in a steady motion, not stopping or stuttering once. Light gags and hums left your lips, but they were drowned out by Leon's incoherent cries and praises.
"'S so good. Feels so good. Don't- don't stop, you can't, please!" He babbled helplessly, chest heaving as his body curled forward slightly, pushing your head down to encourage you to stay lower.
You knew he was close. His tip was damn near weeping like him. His balls had never been so ready to burst.
Before he could warn you, his hands pushed your head down, his cock burying against the back of your throat as the knot in his stomach snapped.
"Oh, fuck! Mmh!" He gasped, hips bucking as he pulled your hair and kept you still. He didn't even realize he was being so rough, but he didn't stop until he felt you pinch his hip. His cock gave a few more weak spurts, spilling down your throat before you lifted your head and swallowed. You huffed, looking up at him. He trembled, his cock softening and laying flat against his thigh as he twitched and jolted for a moment, recovering from the waves of pleasure he'd just felt.
"Better than liquor?" You asked, your voice a little hoarse from his harsh behavior. He swallowed harshly, catching his breath as he nodded. He was completely dazed.
"Better than anything I've ever done." He huffed. When he blinked away the tears of pleasure, finally coming back to reality, he saw the aftermath of his roughness. Your hair was a mess, your lipstick was more messy than it should've been, and you were still catching your breath from his little gagging moment. You pushed yourself up to your feet, straddling his hips.
"I'm.. I didn't realize.. I didn't mean to hurt you at all.." Leon breathed shakily, apologetic and flustered as his hands found your hips.
"It's okay. You felt good, right? So good that you had to hold me down and take what you wanted."
"D-dont say it like that! It sounds so bad.." he looked away, his embarrassment growing.
"Oh, don't be ashamed. I liked it." You murmured, leaning in to kiss his neck. His breath hitched, and much to his disbelief, his cock began twitching back to life.
"You liked it?" He whispered.
"Liked it so much that I want a little more." You paused, kissing up his neck until your lips came just an inch from his. "Only if you're okay to go that far." You murmured, soothing a hand over his cheek. He nodded eagerly.
"I'd.. I'd like to. Please?" If he was a dog, his tail would be slapping the bed so loud it'd sound like gunshots.
"Oh, you're so excited already." You teased, pulling back. "How do you wanna do it? You got any preferences?" You asked, wanting to play into his references as much as possible.
"Ah.. I-i don't know. Should I?" He mumbled.
"It's okay if you don't. We can keep it simple tonight." You reassured him, shaking your head as you brought your hands down to push his shirt off of his shoulders, fully exposing his upper body to you.
Leon glanced down at himself, becoming aware of how exposed he was. He hesitated for a moment, but his hands came up to your hips, shifting under your shirt to find their way to the bottom of your rib cage. You obliged without a word, taking a moment to lift your arms as permission for him to remove your shirt. He lifted the shirt up and over your head, tossing it off to the edge of the bed before he brought his shaky hands to rest just below your breasts.
You reached behind yourself, finding the clasp of your bra and undoing it. The bra lost its tension, letting your breasts relax completely. Leon could've sworn he was drooling as you removed your bra. He felt like he was in heaven, his face merely half a foot away from the nicest pair of tits he'd ever seen. He lifted his gaze to look at you, almost seeking permission.
"You don't have to ask for permission to touch me. I'll tell you if I need something different." You murmured, leaning in to lock your lips with his.
Leon quickly accepted the kiss, his hands staying at your sides as he closed his eyes and let you guide him to lie back on the pillows with you on top of him. Slowly, the kiss evolved into Leon trying to take more initiative. He kissed down your jaw, easing his way down to your neck and collarbone.
"Mm.. you smell so good. Like candy." Leon breathed lightly, letting his left hand roam upward to grasp your breast, gently pinching your nipple between his index and middle finger.
Your breath hitched, and Leon's head practically snapped to look up at you. The sound of possible pleasure made him shiver, both excited and happy to know he was doing something right. He leaned in again, soothing more kisses along your chest as his hands came to grasp and grope at both of your breasts. Your back arched into his touch, and he took a risk. He dove deeper, his head dipping to replace his fingers and wrap his lips around your nipple. He ran his tongue in a circle, and the first real moan slipped past your lips. Leon felt like he was buzzing with excitement, but you gently stopped him.
"A girl doesn't like to be kept waiting, Leon." You breathed out, cupping his cheek to guide his head back.
Leon was confused, thinking that he hadn't left you waiting. He though he'd been giving you attention. He stared, brows slightly furrowed.
"You don't like it..?" He asked, pushing himself to sit up a little bit.
"I do. I love it. I just want a little more." You explained, shaking your head and shushing him.
"Oh. Right. Okay, uhm.. do you want me on top?" He asked, letting his hands ease down your sides to hold your hips.
"Whatever you'd prefer."
He nodded, shifting slightly and gesturing for you to lie back. Once you laid down, he grabbed a pillow and gently inserted the pillow beneath your lower back. You raised a brow.
"What's that for?"
"I read somewhere that a pillow to elevate your hips is better for your back, hips, and the overall experience." Leon explained, helping you adjust yourself before he settled between your legs.
The consideration of proper angling and safe positions made you smile slightly. Leon exhaled, grounding himself properly before he leaned forward to hover over you.
"You okay?" You checked in again, watching Leon nod.
"Just... bear with me.." he pleaded softly, taking initiative to lean in and press a kiss to the valley between your breasts. His hands splayed at your sides, memorizing the feel of your ribs and the softness of your skin beneath his calloused fingertips. He kissed down, his mouth careful and soft along the flesh of your stomach, like he was worshipping you. His hands trailed down, coming to the waistband of your pants, shifting to link under the elastic of your panties. He looked up at you, seeking permission. You nodded, bringing a hand down to lay over the back of his head.
Leon steeled himself, gently tugging at the fabric before you were completely exposed to him. He crawled back up to you, connecting his lips to yours as his hands, still shaking, came to spread your legs.
"Is this okay?" He asked softly, breaking the kiss to look down at you. Your noses nudged slightly as you nodded, kissing him again.
"It's good." You reassured, letting him melt against you. "You know how to use your hands?"
"I can figure it out. Just.. tell me what feels good." He said, his hand coming down to slip between your folds. Your breath hitched, head falling back as his calloused fingertips brushed against your clit. "There?" He asked softly, bringing his free hand up to cradle your head and make you look at him.
"A little higher." You instructed gently, and his thumb shifted just right and applied some pressure to your clit. You nodded, huffing lightly. "Yeah, yeah, there." A soft moan left your lips in a shaky breath, your hips shifting slightly.
Leon's heart pounded at the confirmation that he was doing something right, especially something that gave him the luxury of hearing such intoxicating noises from such a beautiful woman.
Without asking, Leon took a risk and slipped a finger past your hole, cautious and mindful of the pressure and angle. A broken gasp echoed in the room, and Leon practically stared in awe at how easily he'd slipped a finger in. Carefully, another finger followed, and he felt his erection growing harder to ignore despite the fact that he'd already gotten to have his own fun thanks to you. Your back arched lightly, a sign that told Leon he was doing good.
"You're so pretty." He murmured, dropping his head to rest against the inside of your thigh as he slowly began to pump his fingers in and out, easing his way into a steady rhythm with the guidance of your moans, gasps, and the grasping and reaching of your hands trying to gain some kind of stability.
You looked down at him, huffing softly between moans and whines.
"Curl, Leon. Curl your fingers a little." You instructed through a stifled moan.
"Like.. like this?" He obliged, curling his fingers in a 'come here' motion, feeling the spongy spot inside of you and watching as your head fell back again, nodding your head as you gripped the sheets. "It feels good?"
"Fuck, that's perfect. Keep that up. Just like that." You exhaled sharply.
Leon didn't hesitate to listen to your demands. His fingers pumped back and forth, curling upward when he pulled them back, bathing in the pride of the pleasure he was providing for you.
Soon enough, you reached down to grasp Leon's wrist, looking down at him with your eyes dazed and lips parted to pant heavily.
"Are you ready, or do you wanna keep waiting?" You asked as he withdrew his fingers carefully. The wetness clung to his fingers, your core almost felt like it was begging him to keep going, and that feeling made Leon ready. He shook his head.
"I want to.." He paused, crawling back up to hover over you once more. He settled between your legs, nestling his cock right against your folds, feeling the warmth of skin-to-skin. "I want you." He murmured, his mouth going dry from anticipation.
"Then take what you want."
He did. With a careful hand, he spread your slick arousal along his tip, his shoulders tensing at the sensation. He guided himself closer, pressing the tip to your entrance. He looked back at you, leaning in to find your lips in a lazy, still passionate kiss. His body tensed and pressed against yours as he eased his cock into you, swallowing your moans with his desperate kisses, which he'd break momentarily for little gasps and pleas, his nose nudging yours as he dropped his head and buried his face into your neck once he bottomed out.
"F-feels so good.. 'm not gonna last." He choked out with a sound akin to a small sob.
"C'mon, you did so good for me when I was on my knees for you. You're gonna crack so easily?" You teased lightly. In reality, it didn't matter if he lasted. You were already so close from the attention he'd given you with his fingers, you wouldn't last long either.
"Mm, 'm sorry, I d-don't think I can.." He whimpered, slowly pulling his hips back and bracing himself to hold back despite his words. He trembled over you, feeling his cock throb and twitch as he let the tip sit right at the edge, only to push back in. Soft moans began to fill the room, Leon finding a steady rhythm thanks to your encouragement and the pride that swelled in his chest.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss as you let your hands splay out over his back. His fingers dug into your hips, beginning to pull you back down to be in sync with his thrusts. Dropping his hands to your thighs, he pulled back from the kiss and pushed up a little, pushing your thighs to bend your legs at the hip. The position mimicked a less aggressive version of the mating press, and as he adjusted himself, he felt the difference in the angle, unable to keep quiet as he rolled his eyes back and choked on his own gasps.
"Oh, Jesus," You gasped, back arching into him and proving benefits to the angle as he sped up a little, applying more pressure with each thrust. He whimpered, his lips staying parted as he looked down where your bodies met in a sweaty dance of passion.
Leon never would have guessed that he'd actually get laid with the help of his friends, but boy, he couldn't be happier right now. He'd handle the consequences later, when he wasn't so controlled by the way your pussy tried to keep him in as deep as he could go.
Your nails dug into his shoulders, your moans becoming louder and a little higher in pitch as he brought one hand down to circle your clit with more confidence than he had before.
"You're so.. so warm 'n tight. So perfect." He panted, diving back down and pushing your thighs forward to where they practically touched your chest. He kept up consistent circles on your clit, occasionally experimenting with a pinch or a softer rub, figuring out which got the best reaction out of you.
"God, Leon, you underestimate yourself. You- mhmm!" You paused, cut off by a cry of pleasure as he sped up his thrusts and his thumb on your clit, syncing it together perfectly. "Y-you had me scared you'd be bad at this, but fuck, 'm already close." You panted, looking up at him and basking in the way he stared down at you in awe.
Leon let out a small shudder, his breath catching in his throat as he heard your words. Your reassurance made him go insane. He loved hearing your voice, loved the squeeze as he rocked his hips back and forth, trying to dig himself deeper and deeper to be closer than humanly possible.
His brows furrowed, hips tensing. "'m real close.." he whined, swallowing harshly as his fingers shifted further down your thighs to gently grasp at your ass with the hand that wasn't massaging your clit, groping the flesh and memorizing the feel.
"You.. you gonna come?" He asked, breathless. He didn't want to finish first, but he knew he wouldn't last long.
"Mhmm, just keep going. I'm.." You exhaled heavily, lips falling open as you bucked your hips against his, almost chasing the feeling of him. His fingers, his cock, the touch of his skin on yours igniting a fire that tightened the knot in your lower stomach.
"Fuck, I-I can't." He almost sobbed, throwing his head back to avoid letting you see the 'crybaby' look, is what he called it. He took his hand from your clit and brought his hands to your chest, palming your breasts firmly beneath his palms as he struggled to keep a steady pace. Your back arched into his touch, seeking the roughness of his palms and fingertips. He let one hand shift to pinch and massage your nipple, eliciting a string of gasps and whines from you.
"Come for me, please," Leon panted, leaning down to kiss you roughly. "Please, I wanna feel it. Wanna feel you squeeze the life out of me." He whined.
Seconds passed, full of moans, gasps, heavy breaths, and desperate touches shared between two strangers who just happened to be as needy as the other. Finally, his thrusts became sloppy just as the knot in your stomach unraveled with a silent squeal of pleasure. Your core squeezed around him, and he couldn't move. His hips pushed all the way inside, burying himself as deep as he could as his cock pulsed, balls tightening. With how he'd been holding back, all it took for him to come was the sensation of your pussy squeezing and gushing around him like you were milking him for all he was worth.
Bodies slowed down, hearts pounding, bodies trembling, chests rising and falling rapidly, soaking in the warmth.
Leon came to first, still dazed.
"Holy crap. That was.. amazing." He huffed, looking down at you. "A-are you okay? Do you feel okay?" He asked softly, bringing his hand to cradle your head and make you look at him.
"I don't think I've felt this good in ages." You admitted, laughing lightly at his concern. "That was, indeed, amazing."
"Oh, good. I was afraid you'd have clarity and you'd regret it." He joked, but you both knew it was a valid concern.
Leon slowly pulled his hips back, letting his soft cock slip out of you. He tried not to stare, but he caught glimpse of the mess leaking from your hole, and he could've sworn he'd get hard again if he could.
"You gonna keep staring or you wanna go get cleaned up?" You snickered. Leon blushed, looking up at you.
"Sorry. I'll go grab a rag and some wipes. And some water. Do you want your leftovers? I'm kinda hungry.." He rambled for a moment, shifting to get up from the bed.
"Food sounds good." You nodded.
"Great. I'll get those warmed up and I'll come to clean you up." He said, disappearing down the hall, leaving you to wait for him as he warmed up the food and grabbed the stuff to help you clean up.
Tags: Leon S. Kennedy/Reader, Leon S. Kennedy (Resident Evil), RE: Death Island Era, Makeup Sex, Silent Treatment, Rough Sex, Face Down Ass Up, Praise Kink (Condescending/Mean), Overstimulation, Desperate Leon S. Kennedy, Creampie.
Summary:
Leon has been a soldier too long. Heâs stubborn, heâs weary, and his default setting during a fight is an impenetrable wall of silence. But two hours of your icy stares in the cramped confines of the safehouse broke him. You told him to show you heâs sorry. Now, face-down on the mattress, youâre making sure he earns every bit of your forgiveness.
The air in the San Francisco safehouse was so thick with unspoken resentment you could practically taste the copper in it. For two hours, the only sound was the ticking of the wall clock and the distant hum of traffic. No talking. No looking. Just two hours of Leon S. Kennedyâlegendary agent, survivor of Raccoon City, hero of the Islandâsitting on the edge of the sofa, staring at his boots while you existed in the same space as an angry ghost.
The fight had been stupidâa cocktail of his reckless disregard for his own safety during the Alcatraz mission and his refusal to admit he was exhausted. But Leon didn't cave easily. He was a man built on steel and secrets.
Until youâd stood up, walked into the bedroom, and left the door cracked.
Heâd followed three minutes later. You didnât give him a chance to start an apology with words. Words were too easy for him; he was too good at talking his way out of trouble. Youâd simply turned your back, stripped off your jeans, and braced yourself over the edge of the bed in a clear, undeniable invitation that felt more like a demand.
"Show me you're sorry, Leon."
Now, the silence was long gone, replaced by the rhythmic, wet slaps of skin hitting skin and the heavy, ragged sound of Leonâs breathing.
You were exactly where you wanted to be: face down, hips shoved high into the air, while Leon worked behind you with a desperate, punishing intensity. He had his large, calloused hands clamped over your waist, his thumbs digging into your hip bones as he drove himself into you with enough force to slide you an inch forward on the sheets with every thrust.
"Ngh⌠damn itâŚ" Leonâs voice was a gravelly mess, cracking under the strain.
He was sweating. You could feel it dripping from his hair onto your lower back, hot and messy. This wasn't the measured, suave Leon you saw in the field. This was a man trying to fuck his way back into your good graces, his composure completely dismantled by the fear of losing you.
You let out a sharp moan, your face muffled by the pillow. You felt the bedframe creak and groan, the steady thud-thud-thud echoing the violence of the argument youâd just had.
"Is that⌠all?" you managed to gasp out, turning your head slightly so he could hear your smirk. You sounded boredâcondescending, even. You knew it would drive him insane. "I thought a hero like you could do better than a mediocre apology, Leon. You were doing so well at being a prick earlier."
A low, guttural growl erupted from his throat. He leaned down, his chest crushing against your back as he reached up, fisting his hand into your hair and pulling your head back just enough to expose your throat.
"Iâm trying⌠fuck, I'm trying," he rasped, his teeth grazing the sensitive cord of your neck. He sped up, his hips slamming into yours with a reckless, frantic pace. "Tell me⌠dollface⌠tell me itâs enough."
"It's getting there," you teased, your voice trembling as the pleasure began to overwhelm your senses. "Maybe if you were a bit more thorough⌠a bit more⌠desperate."
Leon let out a sound that was dangerously close to a sobâa jagged, high-pitched whimper that vibrated through your body. He was shaking. His hands left your waist to grip your shoulders, his fingers bruising your skin.
"S-so sorry⌠fuck⌠I'm so sorry, dollface," he repeated, the words tumbling out in time with his frantic movements. His head tossed back, his eyes fluttering shut. "Please⌠forgive me? Iâm such an idiot⌠I'm your idiot⌠p-pleaseâŚ"
He was unravelling. You could feel it in the way his muscles were seizing, the way he was losing the rhythm because he was trying so hard to get deep enough to prove he belonged to you.
"Good boy," you crooned, the praise dripping with a mock-haughty sweetness. You reached back, your fingers tracing the straining muscles of his thighs. "You're apologizing so well now, Leon. Just like that. Show me how much you need to be forgiven."
The "good boy" snapped the final thread of his control. Leon let out a choked moan, his hips hitching in a frantic, uncoordinated burst of speed. He was overstimulated, his nerves fried by the mission, the fight, and the sheer crushing weight of your attention.
"You'reâgod, youâre so good to me," he whimpered, his eyes rolling back. "So good to let me⌠let me do this⌠I'm gonnaâdollface, pleaseâ"
He bottomed out with a force that made you cry out, his body going rigid as he finally broke. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breath coming in broken, weeping gasps as he spilled into you. He didn't pull back. He kept his weight on you, his fingers still buried in your hair, his body twitching with the remnants of the most desperate orgasm heâd had in years.
The room fell quiet again, but the silence was different nowâsoft, heavy, and forgiven.
Leon didn't move for a long time. He stayed inside you, his heartbeat hammering against your spine. Eventually, he started kissing the marks he'd left on your shoulders, his lips soft and trembling.
"Better?" he whispered, his voice small and genuinely vulnerable.
You reached back, patting his cheek in a way that was still a little bit condescending, but mostly affectionate.
"Keep that up, Leon," you murmured, closing your eyes as the afterglow settled in. "And I might just let you sleep on the bed tonight."
He let out a shaky, relieved laugh, holding you tighter. "Thank you, dollface. Thank you."
a/n : more leon stuff cs i love him sm, also thanks for the support <33 also I wanna try some dean winchester stuff but im worried of fucking up cs i havent watched the show...
Monomaniacal (adjective) describes an extreme, often unhealthy fixation on a single subject, idea, or goal to the exclusion of almost everything else.
[Leon clears his throat to recollect himself, eyeing her appearance to quickly make an assessment of her. Oversized clothesâa large hoodie and ripped jeansâdirty, old sneakers, chipped nail polish, and clearly unwashed hair. He can't tell if sheâs purposely trying to look homeless or if she actually is.Â
âCan I help you, maâam?â he puts on his âworkâ voice.
The young woman does not respond. Instead, she simply continues staring at him with that same sort of awe-filled expression that he finds hard to decipher. Heâs usually not easily intimidated, but put simply, this girl gives him the creeps.]
cw: cop!leon, fem!reader, 3rd person pov, nsfw, stalking, obsessing, creepy vibes, dark comedy-ish, mental illness, depression, substance use, angst, fluff, eventual smut, non-BOW au, modern times, reader is cuckoo, but leon will learn to like it.
Chapters: 1, TBA
hello hello!! i'm so excitedddd for this one you guys! but i just want to put a little disclaimer, i am not in any way experienced with anything having to do with law enforcement, so i probably will get things wrong, but i don't really care because leon is the only cop i care about and he's fictional anyway yay đŠľ
this is going to be a mini series, so hopefully no longer than 10 chapters, and it will be updated once every two weeks to allow me to tackle more projects alongside it đ
âDispatch to Unit 31, status?"
"31, code four."
"Copy."
A small sigh leaves Leonâs lips at hearing the radio comms. Itâs been code four all around for the past hour, and he couldn't be more grateful for that. Swing shifts are the worst. With people coming out of work, traffic in the roads, and bars filling up, it's usually the busiest time for a patrolling officer.
Glancing at the clock, he reads the time: 10:34 p.m. Less than an hour and a half before the end of his shift. He can already picture himself passing out as soon as his head hits the pillow, drowsiness already settling in his senses, which he combats with much needed caffeine.
He stopped at a Wawaâs a few minutes earlier to pick up piping hot coffee and the last surviving Boston cream donutâfully aware of the irony of doing so in uniform.
The steaming liquid sloshes in its lidded container sitting in the cruiserâs cup holder with every turn of the vehicle. With a hand on the wheel, the blondeâs eyes are focused on the road, looking for somewhere he can stop to eat his little treat before wrapping up his shift.
A parking garage comes into view. Free on Sundays, empty, quiet, and in a decently safe area of D.Câit's exactly what he needs.Â
Five minutes later and heâs sipping on his coffee quietly, taking bites of the sweet pastry that he chews slowly. Itâs not exactly the best tasting food, but he wasn't expecting any better from a convenience store. If anything, the cheap flavor is comforting, nostalgic, and he enjoys the silence of the night with the familiar taste on his tongue.
Despite his seemingly relaxed appearance, Leon, having been a police officer for six years now, knows that being alone means to always be on guard. He makes sure to check his rearview mirror and surroundings every now and then, keeping his instincts on guard at all times.
Itâs exhausting, and makes him appreciate all the more the moments heâs not in blue, but for now he finishes his food with as much relaxation as a man on duty can allow himself.
Once done, he wipes his sticky fingers with a napkin, then gathers the trash into a plastic bag before stepping out of his vehicle. Like routine, he throws a glance around him to survey his surroundings, before making his way to the nearby garbage bin.
Dusting his hands once heâs discarded the bag, he stretches his neck until it makes a cracking sound before exhaling deeply. He really can't wait to go home.
When he turns to head back to his car, his heart lurches as he gets quite literally jumpscared by the sudden appearance of a girl. She's standing by the cruiser, her eyes wide and her expression wild with a faint smile on her lips. Almost like she's at the zoo and she just saw her favorite animal for the first time.Â
Leon clears his throat to recollect himself, eyeing her appearance to quickly make an assessment of her. Oversized clothesâa large hoodie and ripped jeansâdirty, old sneakers, chipped nail polish, and clearly unwashed hair. He can't tell if sheâs purposely trying to look homeless or if she actually is.Â
âCan I help you, maâam?â he puts on his âworkâ voice.
The young woman does not respond. Instead, she simply continues staring at him with that same sort of awe filled expression that he finds hard to decipher. Heâs usually not easily intimidated, but put simply, this girl gives him the creeps.
âMaâam?â he repeats, and she finally blinks, as if pulled out of a reverie.
âH-hiâŚâ she murmurs with that odd smile still on her face. Then, as if realizing how uncanny she must look, she quickly schools her expression. âHi, h-hello, misterâuh, Officer⌠I, um, need help.â
Taking in her stammered response, Leonâs frown deepens. âWhat kind of help?â
Her eyes dart around, as if searching for something, before she meets his gaze again. âMy car broke down⌠and I don't have insurance to call.â
Clicking his tongue, he gives her a pointed look. âYou do realize it's illegal to drive a vehicle without car insurance in D.C, right?âÂ
âYes, s-sorryâŚâ
He sighs, already dreading the headache of dealing with this when he could be on his way back to the precinct to clock out. âYou donât have anyone to come pick you up?â
The girl fiddles with her long sleeves as she shakes her head. âNo⌠Iâm new in town. Also my car usually just needs a push, nothing too bad. Itâs just so damn old,â she chuckles, strained and too loud for her mediocre joke.
With a sharp exhale through his nose, the policeman finally relents. âAlright⌠Where is it?â
âUh, fourth floor. I-I just came down here to see if anyone could help meâŚâ
âRight, then. Lead the way,â he gestures towards the elevators.
As she walks ahead slowly, their footsteps echoing in the empty garage, he keeps a safe distance out of precaution. He still has a bad feeling about this, and it doesn't help that she keeps turning around to steal quick glances at him.
âWhat brought you here?â he asks, prodding for more information about the odd stranger.
âOh, um, I work at this food place down the street,â she points vaguely in the eastern direction. âI did closing alone tonight.â Another nervous chuckle.
Once they reach the set of steel doors, he watches her hesitate for a split second before pushing the âupâ button. Now that heâs standing closer, he can see more clearly the red blood vessels in her eyes giving them a glassy appearance. Then, it all clicks. She's high.
Leon follows her inside the elevator, then presses the correct number while keeping a watchful eye on her. âMaâam, are you under the influence of any drugs or alcohol?â
Her eyes widen at the sudden question, and she laughs, then looks panicked, then laughs again. âJust a couple of edibles! I swear!â
âAnd you are planning on driving your car while high?â he scoffs, placing his hands on his hips.
She tracks the movement with her eyes, visibly gulping, before focusing on his face again. âUh, it's not a c-crime if I haven't done it yet, right?â
The deep sigh he makes is made of pure frustration. âAlright, Iâm gonna need to see some I.D,â he makes a motion with his hand.
âNo!â she immediately retorts, before coughing nervously. âI-I mean I donât have it on me⌠Itâs in my car.â
Just as she says that, the elevator dings as it comes to a stop, prompting the man to mutter a sarcastic âperfectâ under his breath.Â
âAfter you,â he grumbles.
Her breath audibly hitches at the command, and she doesn't move for an entire two seconds where she just stares at him, before finally stepping out of the lift.
Leon is growing more and more suspicious of the girl, and heâs now starting to realize it may not have been very wise of him to follow her upstairs. With a hand on his radio, he looks around for any lurking threats. After all, this could be a scheme to get him jumpedâyou never know what to expect these days.
The floor is completely empty, however, with only a few sparse cars parked throughout. They pass car after car, and the young woman shows no sign of stopping just yet. She doesn't even reach in her pockets to pull out a key.Â
He definitely has a bad feeling about this.
Once they nearly reach the far end, she slowly comes to a halt. When he also stops a few feet behind her, there is an eerie silence encompassing them that is only interrupted by the buzzing of a flickering light in the corner. She doesn't say anything, just stands there with her head tilted down and her hands trembling lightly.
âMaâam?â he rasps out, a churning sensation in his stomach.
Finally, she slowly turns to face him, her breathing weirdly uneven, but it's her expression that makes him want to step back. She has that same wide eyed smile she had before, the corners of her mouth twitching and making her look even more uncanny.
Then, she drops to her knees. âCanIpleasesuckyourdick?â
Leon blinks, completely unmoving for a second, before he frowns in utter confusion. âWhat?â
âS-sorry, umâŚâ she clears her throat and he almost sighs in relief thinking he must've heard her wrong, only for her to reiterate her unhinged demand slower. âCan I, uh⌠please s-suck you off?â
This time, it's his turn to let out a strained laugh, like he can't believe what in the ever loving fuck she just said. Clearly, she's a lot higher than she claimed, and it's certainly not just âa couple of ediblesâ.
He can see her pleading eyes, her weirdly shy expression, and if he was any other man he might be willing to take the offer just for the ego boost alone. How many guys can say they had a pretty stranger beg for their dick? But that's the thing, pretty strangers don't beg for dick. At least not unless theyâre clinically insane.
When she stays kneeling, looking up at him with a hopeful expression as if waiting for him to actually consider her offer, his worry increases tenfold. This feels like the start of a true crime story. He looks around again, his head turning in every direction to catch whoever might come out from a shadowed corner.
âIs this some kind of joke?â he mutters with a locked jaw.
âNo⌠I know it's weird, but I mean it.â
Officially done, he rests his hand on his holster with a stern face. âAlright, that's enough. Stand up.â
In response, she gives him puppy eyes, like a child who wasn't allowed candy. âB-but please! I can be quick if you don't have time!â
âChrist⌠Are you insane?â he scoffs, and the accusation seems to affect her as she retreats into herself, sitting back on her heels. âStand up or you're getting arrested for harassing an officer on duty.â
With her head bowed and a small voice, she argues further. âBut⌠Iâll make it so good, I promiseâŚâ
Leon feels his eye twitch in irritation. This is the weirdest thing that has ever happened to him, and he can't believe the sheer unhingedness of this woman.
âYou know what? Iâm not doing this shit tonight, Iâm leaving,â he shakes his head, then begins to turn and walk away. âYou stay put. I swear to God if you follow meââ
Heâs cut off by the sound of shuffling behind him, and sure enough, she's already scrambling on his tail on her damn hands and knees. He feels like this has to be an elaborate prank or else he just met the craziest person ever.
âPlease d-donât leave! I justâ I really need this,â she pleads as she continues to crawl closer. âI know you're a good cop, Leon, but damn it, itâs a blowjob! Just take it, itâll be good. Please!â
The sound of his name brings him into a screeching halt, and suddenly it's no longer just about a crazed individual, but something potentially a lot worse.
âHow the fuck do you know my name?â he snaps coldly, and sees her visibly shiver from his tone.
âUh⌠Lucky guess?â she tries with an awkward smile.
Leon looms over her with a death glare, his hand back on his holster. âDo you think this is funny?â
âNoâŚâ
âThen answer my fucking question.â
He knows his name plate only displays âL. S. Kennedyâ, so the fact she so casually dropped his first name when he cannot remember meeting her before makes his hair stand up.
With her head bowed like she's being told off by a teacher, she takes a moment to gather her thoughts before murmuring, âI guess you don't remember me but⌠One time, near Union Station, you were with another officer and I heard him call your name⌠I asked you for directions that day, but looks like you, um, forgot.â
Leon nearly chokes from her claim, and he would think heâs having a weird dream if not for the cool, humid breeze on his skin feeling all too real.Â
âHow is thatâ Whoââ he pauses as he struggles to formulate a proper question. âAre you stalking me?!â
âWhat?! No!â she answers quickly with a fervent headshake. âNo, no, look⌠I just remembered you, a-and saw you come out of your car just now and thought I would, you know, make an offer.â
âIs that what you call harrassment?â he scoffs loudly. âSo you planned this shit, huh? You don't even have a car, do you?â
She stays quiet, and that confirms his accusation. This has reached new levels of weird if she truly remembered him from a one time encounter, though heâs not sure if he buys that.
âSo what the hell is this? Some kind of fetish?â
âItâs not a fetish. Like I told you⌠itâs an offer.â
âYeah, no, that's just called solicitation,â he tsks, his tone dripping with disappointment. âDo you go around giving out âoffersâ to random cops?â
âNo. Iâve never done this before,â she huffs, seemingly offended. âAnd Iâm not asking for money so you can't arrest me.â
Leon feels his jaw clench in pure annoyance. This woman is unbelievable. âWell I sure as hell will if you don't stand up. How many times have I asked you already?â
To his great dismay, she still asks for confirmation as if her demand isn't batshit crazy. âSo youâre really saying no?â she murmurs as she slowly stands up.
âYeah, sorry, Iâm not interested,â he clicks his tongue, relieved she's no longer on her knees.
After a moment of silence, heâs about to ask for her I.D again when she speaks quietly. â...I can deepthroat.â
Thatâs it.Â
âHands behind your head,â he grits out while reaching for his handcuffs.
Her eyes widen like the possibility of actually getting detained somehow hadn't crossed her mind. âWait, wait, wait! Y-you canâtâ I can't get arrested! Look, Iâm sorry for what I said. Just f-forget I said anything, please.â
Leon does not care for her regretting once things became serious. This woman is a danger to public safetyâincluding herself, because he is certain plenty of other men would have taken her oh-so-kind offer and then her body would end in a ditch.Â
âHands. Now.â He barks once heâs made his way to stand behind her. Without hesitation, he grabs her wrists that she had raised weakly one by one to restrain them. âYou thought I was playing? This isn't some funny prank to pull on an officer.â
Sheâs tenser than a rock as he snaps the cuffs in place, and then she suddenly makes a sound. A sound Leon tries to ignore, but is certain is in fact a pleasurable moan.Â
âDid you justâŚâ he chokes on his own breath.Â
He handcuffed her and she moaned. This is unprecedented levels of unhinged.
She doesn't respond, seemingly mortified, and when he begins hauling her back to the elevators she asks quietly, âam I under arrest?â
Clearly, the concept bothers her greatly if she looks so defeated. Good, Leon thinks to himself. She needs to learn a lesson, even if heâs still hesitant to fully arrest her. Why? He isn't sure. But he theorizes it's a mix of pity from the obviously tormented soul, and apprehension of having to deal with her any further.
Especially if she keeps making weirdly tempting offers.
âNo. But you will be if you don't cooperate. Iâm taking you downstairs for the breathalyzer.â
âIâm not drunk, Leon, I promise!â she gives him those damn puppy eyes again. Christ, why does he always get the lunatics?
âQuiet. And it's officer Kennedy to you.â He pushes the lift call button repeatedly, a sense of urgency filling him with every passing second.
âIâm not lying this time!â she protests again.
He audibly grunts in frustration as he pulls her inside the elevator. âStop talking or Iâm charging you for resisting arrest.â
That seems to do the trick, and she finally keeps quiet as they make their way to his cruiser. He can't help but notice the repeated glances she steals his way, and how the arm heâs holding is awkwardly stiff against his palm.Â
Once near the car, he lets go of her to grab a BAC device from inside, then brings it to her mouth with a cold expression. âBlow.â
As soon as the order is out of his mouth, he cringes at the double entendre of the situation. But then, he watches her dart her gaze in sudden shyness as she wraps her lips around the tube, as if she wasn't making outrageous requests a minute ago.Â
The numbers on the quadrant flicker as it calculates her alcohol intake, and he can't help but feel there's something oddly intimate about the moment. As soon as heâs able to get a reading, he steps back with a frown as he reads the results: sober. She wasn't drunk after all. Still doesn't change the fact she is most definitely too high to be walking around alone this late at night.
âI told you,â she grumbles under her breath, her arms shifting uncomfortably in the bounds.
Giving her a lingering look, Leon feels himself somewhat lower his guard. Yes, this still takes the cake for the most bizarre encounter heâs ever had, but outside of being oddly horny, she seems to be harmless. He just feels bad for her more than anything.
âWhatâs your name?â he suddenly asks, his voice softer now.
âUhâŚâ
Quirking an eyebrow, he observes her with interest. âDon't tell me you forgot your name.â
The girl looks around nervously before meeting his eyes with her bloodshot ones. âIf you're not arresting me, can't you just let me go?â
He remains quiet for a moment, then finally clicks his tongue with a nod. He has no legal reason to continue detaining her, especially since heâs letting her behavior slide and not making an arrest. She just looks like someone who needs help more than a criminal.
Gesturing for her to spin around, he undoes her handcuffs when she complies, and this time, she seems to put extra effort into not making a sound. It would be funny if it wasn't infuriating.
âAlright⌠Off you go,â he mutters as he steps back. âNext time, don't take too many edibles if you can't handle them.â
âR-right,â she nods, and with a final wide eyed look his way, begins to walk away.
Leon watches her from his spot, a sense of worry settling inside him about the fate of this poor, deranged girl. He wouldn't be surprised if her face was on the paper the next day if some sick asshole finds her. Especially if she asks for sexual favors from random men.
He wonders what could drive someone like her to act like that. Drugs, sure, but there is more to it. No one acts like this unless theyâre mentally unwell, and from the sight of her demeanor, she clearly isn't.
As he sighs deeply, debating if he should offer her a ride home but not sure if it's the right decision, she stops in her tracks and slowly turns to him with that hopeful expression she had earlier.Â
Oh, God. What now?
âHey, LeâI mean Officer⌠Do you think it could be possible if, um, since you don't want me to t-touch you⌠you could maybe, uh, just like, I don't know⌠spit in my mouth or something.â
Leonâs expression remains completely unmoved for a moment, as still as a statue as his brain short circuits with her incredulous demand.Â
This is the weirdest fucking day of his life.
âAlrightâŚâ he exhales, and he sees the flicker of hope in her eyes before he continues. âYouâre under arrest for disorderly conduct and public intoxication. Iâm taking you in.â
Next chapter coming soon.
hehe i'm so excited to write this one it's literally been living in my head for moooonths as one of my weird little head AUs <3 i hope you guys enjoyed this first chapter and look forward to the next one đŠľ
summary: just because his dick doesnât work anymore doesnât mean he canât please you.
warnings: established relationship, age gap (40s!leon|25+!reader), older man with ed, oral (f!receiving), fingering, minor embarrassment involved angst
w/c: >1k
author notes: little blurb, more leon soon.
If you had a dime for every time someone openly judged you for being married to a significantly older man, youâd have enough money to buy two porches and four ninja creamis. At some point the comments didnât really affect you anymore, it became natural to see some reaction when you mentioned it to a new person.
Your marriage with Leon was relatively new, being shy of just four years, most of your friends made sure you knew good and well how they felt about the relationship. Of course, many of your friends were supportive, because if you were happy and he treated you well nothing else mattered. They knew he was older, knew he had a job, spoiled you and cared for you like no oneâs business.
But in every conversation where your friends would talk about their own boyfriends or their relationships, there would always be one person to remind you of the obvious.
It was painful, honestly. You knew the age thing would be controversial to some, and you knew the complications of it all. Hell, Leon was the one that kept rejecting you despite your adamance to be with him.
But you saw past the age difference and more at the man he was.
And being the doting, caring husband he was, he always put you before him. It didnât matter the case, the situation or the scenario, if it benefitted you and made you happy, it was done. Which is why you were currently sprawled out naked on the warmth of the messy bed, legs spread apart as he propped himself between the softness of your thighs.
The two of you tried, key word: tried, to enjoy each otherâs presences. A natural, soft kind of intimacy saved for nights where he wasnât tired and felt particularly eager on pleasing you. And he so desperately wanted to please you. To soak in the warmth of your body against his, to press his lips against your neck and hear your soft little moans as he nudged his cock against the wetness of your walls.
Except that plan, that thought in his mind was evaporated about as quickly as steam from a pan. By the time he fished out his cock between slow mouth kisses and gentle squeezes of your ass, the damn thing just flopped out. Not hard, not even a half chub. It was like looking at deflated balloon, just soft and embarrassingly so.
The embarrassment had crawled up his spine and rushed to his neck so fast he nearly got dizzy. Of course, now was one of the times his dick decided to stop working. It wasnât like he didnât want to fuck you. How could he not when you were looking up at him so pretty and expectantly, glossy lips and wide eyes watching his every move.
It was terrible. Worse than anything heâs ever dealt with or any person heâs ever fought.
The arousal was there, the want was there. You were right there. But it was like his mind and body were disconnected, unplugged from the port. He tried giving himself a few strokes, busying himself with the smell of you and the taste of your skin hoping (and praying) that he would just get hard.
For a moment, he couldnât even meet your eye. He was terrified. Would you take it the wrong way? Would you be disappointed? God, what would you think?
He tried to busy your eyes from anything but him, peeled off your shorts and guided you against him as he tried to work with what he had. The last thing he wanted was for you to see and immediately think the worse; the disappointment, the rejection, the dissatisfaction, the unattractiveness. Throughout all his inner thoughts and the waves of worries, he only thought about you.
And thatâs how you suddenly wound up with a pillow under your hips and one leg pulled over his shoulder. He didnât care for himself anymore, and despite the lack of warmth from your bodies pressed together just five minutes ago, he was more than happy to focus on the pretty wetness of your pussy.
His mouth was placed sloppily against your cunt, eyes glued onto your face to soak in every little gasp and reaction you had. His tongue dragged up in long almost frantic slides, moving up and down, then side to side. Your hips jerked forward, feet digging into the mattress below you as you moaned softly.
His lips were swollen and glossy with the thin sheen of your own juices, mouth inching further and further up to suck at your clit. Two of his thick fingers were shoved knuckle deep into the weeping mess of your cunt, pumping in and out in slow squelches. His digits turned, scissoring and curling against your walls as he flicked the tip of his tongue against your clit.
His other hand gripped tightly around your thigh, squeezing the flesh and guiding your hips against his face to literally smother himself in the taste of you. He let out a low, vibrating groan into your pussy, eyes fluttering slightly as you ran a hand through his hair.
Your fingers curled into his hair, back arching as his mouth latched around your clit again. His nose buried against the dampness of your skin, fingers pulling out with a quiet, wet pop. You let out a whiny moan at the loss of his fingers, pussy clenching around the cold air. âW-what, whyâd you stop?â
You can feel his grin against your folds, eyes shifting up from the slick in front of him to the verbal disappointment on your face. âPatience, baby. Just getting a better angle, âs all.â
You huffed impatiently, shifting back as he gently tucked the pillow further under your hips. He planted his lips against your inner thighs in teasing, soft kisses as he angled your hips up just another fraction or two. Staring down at him, you let out another little noise of impatience only to be met with a smug grin from your husband.
âGod, baby. Donât get all worked up now.â
âLeon. Hurry up.â
He laughs, warm and muffled against your thigh before giving you a slow nod. He nips at your inner thigh, enjoying the way you squealed and squirmed against the bed. âOkay, okay. âM sorry.â
He gives you approximately two seconds to prepare yourself before immediately diving back into your pussy. He presses a firm hand against the soft of your stomach, forcing you still as he mouthed open kisses to your slit. Whimpering shakily as he firmly pressed a calloused fingertip against your clit, he dragged the base of his tongue along the slick of your arousal.
He peppers your folds in kisses, spreading your lips apart to gently slide the tip of his tongue against your fluttering entrance. Heâs met with momentary resistance, before gently pressing his tongue an inch further.
âOh, fuck.â You gasp heavily, fingers digging into his scalp as you subconsciously buck your pussy against his face. He sloppily slides just the tip of his tongue inside, curling the pink muscle and rotating it slightly. His thumb presses firmly against your throbbing clit, rubbing quick, tight circles against the nub.
Between your frantic squirms, moany gasps and the audible sounds of your pussy, Leonâs subtle sounds of approval are barely heard. A growing warmth spreads from the top of your head to the bottom of your toes. Tugging mindlessly on Leonâs hair, though he doesnât seem to mind, his eyes are entirely fixated on you. He watches as your body tenses, hips stuttering forward at the heavy pinch of your clit.
Your orgasm washes over you abruptly between airy moans, an intense heat sprouting in your gut before breaking off into a long simmering buzz. Your thighs twitch against his head, his large, calloused palms wrapped around the flesh of your thighs to soothe you. He pulls back slightly, watching your chest rise and fall in labored breaths as he laps at the mess of juices against your slit. He licks the gloss from his lips, splattered with your own arousal and juices before hesitating.
Youâre completely oblivious to the moment, slowly coming down from your high as he strokes your thigh. His eyes dart down momentarily towards the growing tent in his boxers and the persistent throb of his cock finally coming to life. Without thinking twice, he lets out a small chuckle, gaining your attention as he moved to wrap an arm around your waist.
âWhatâs so funny?â You asked between labored breaths, shimmying against him as he gave your hip a small squeeze. You ran a hand up to his forearm, glancing down as his other hand moved to free himself for the second time tonight.
âNo nothing, honâ.â He rubs his thumb up and down the expanse of your waist, looking down at you as he allowed his hand to roam. âJust thinking.â
You smiled slightly, a bit dazed and confused as you tilt your head at him. âAbout what?â
âHow many times I can stuff that pretty pussy full.â
21 yr old leon asking you out and taking you to a diner for one of those good ass burgers from the sketchiest looking place ever. the two of you share a milkshake like some 1950s couple. its all very shy and romantic. leon tells dumb jokes that you laugh too hard at because your soul and heart are so light from being around him.
then you go to a penny arcade and you kick his ass at every game. nobody knows if its because he's that bad or he just can't stop looking at you. you let him win one game and hes all annoyed about it because he knows what you did. half of him is endeared by it too, though.
he walks you to his jeep afterwards and you plant a kiss on him because you've been thinking about it all night and now you're alone and the moonlight is perfect and you like him a lot. one thing leads to another and on the way to take you home he's pulled over on a dark road and you've wrestled him into the backseat and the two of you are dry humping like teenagers and he finishes in his pants pretty fast but pushes through the overstimulation until you cum.
when you feel the wet spot on his jeans while covering him with kisses afterwards you just give him a knowing look and he actually blushes. but it's really hot and you tell him as much. and he rolls the windows down while the two of you cuddle in the backseat afterwards. the breeze is just cool enough to make you shiver against him so he lays his jacket over the top of the two of you. you have to shake yourself from falling asleep like that because the crickets chirping and the rustling of the bushes and the deep, steady breaths of the man underneath you are too calming.
âď¸â (18+) sucking off yummy smelling leon (request)
the heavy thud of the front door closing echoes through the quiet apartment, followed by a long sigh. leon is finally home.Â
he doesnât even make it past the entryway before he drops his tactical gear bag to the floor with a dull thud. heâs spent the last three days in the humid, suffocating climate of a coastal jungle mission, and it shows.Â
his dark blue compression shirt was darkened with a layer of sweat and dirt. his hair was damp, clinging to his forehead and the nape of his neck. he looked absolutely wrecked, chest heaving slightly as he rests his head against the wall, eyes closing.Â
 âhey,â he rasps, his voice rough from exhaustion. âdonât get too close, I smell like garbage.â
but youâre already moving toward him, like a shark drawn to blood. to anyone else, he might just look like a tired soldier needing a shower. to you, he smelled like absolute heaven.
the moment you stepped in close, the thick, heavy wave of his natural scent hits you. it was the pure, unfiltered scent of leon. sharp copper and a deep musky undertone of concentrated sweat that has soaked into his skin and clothes over days of physical exertion. it was intoxicating, making your mouth water.
before he could say anything, you wrapped your arms around his waist, burying your face into the crook of his neck. leon lets out a low chuckle, his hands awkwardly hovering above your hips. âcâmon, sweetheart, Iâm dirty. let me go wash off first,â he groaned.
instead of pulling away, you slide your hands up his broad chest, feeling the damp heat radiating through his shirt. your nose drags along his jawline, catching the saltiness of his skin.Â
with a soft, needy whimper, you nudge his arm upward. the compression shirt was absolutely drenched under his arms, holding the absolute potent concentration of his musk. you press your nose directly into the damp fabric of his underarms, taking a massive whiff.Â
leon stiffens, a low groan catching in the back of his throat. his fingers twitch, finally digging into your waist to hold you steady. âyou really are obsessed with this, arenât you?â he murmurs, his voice dropping an octave.
âyou smell good,â you smiled at him cheekily.
wanting to taste him just as badly, you lean up to kiss him softly, lingering on his lips just long enough to catch his ragged breathing before descending down his body. your hands work quickly, unbuckling his heavy tactical belt and pulling down his pants.
as his thick length springs free, the scent of his heat hits you instantly. you lean in close, taking a deep, worshipful inhale of his shaft, letting the heavy scent fill your nose before dragging your tongue slowly up the underside to lick the leaking tip.
âgod, I could get high off you,â you moan against his skin, parting your lips and taking his swollen head into your mouth.Â
leon lets out a ragged groan, his head snapping back as his fingers tangle in your hair. he leans against the wall for support, his thighs trembling slightly as he surrenders to your touch. he supposed he could let you have your way.
unable to hold back, his hips began to move on instinct, slowly thrusting into your mouth until a sudden sharp gasp left him. âg-gonna come,â he groaned.
he shudders violently, his grip tightening in your hair as he comes all over your face and mouth. breathing heavily, you look up at him through your lashes. your face is warm and painted in his release. you couldnât help but smile as you were surrounded by his musky scent and covered in his fresh cum.
Imagine having drunk sloppy sex with Vendetta! Leon. You wouldn't be sure if he's slurring his words because of the alcohol or to him being pussy drunk.
warnings: Leon is drunk so??? is that considered non-con even if he consented it? riding, not proofread.
There was something intoxicating about riding Leon. Maybe it was because he carried himself like nothing ever fazed him, or the fact he always seemed too composed to let anyone see beneath the surface. But in the dark of your room, when the city sleeps beyond the windows and moonlight spills softly through the curtains, he always unravels beneath your touch. Itâs you who makes the emotionally constipated man come undone.
The way you ride him makes his heels dig deeper into the mattress. Each roll of your hips drives him a little closer to the edge. Your movements are unhurried and slow; you drag your hips in a way it feels like time can bend itself just for the two of you.
Leonâs dark locks are damp from the sweat of your lovemaking, sticking to his forehead as his breath turns ragged, each breath catching unevenly in his chest. His hands wrap around your waist like heâs holding on for dear life, fingers pressing hard enough to leave crescent shaped bruises by morning, but you canât find it in yourself to care. Not when Leon is unraveling beneath you so beautifully.Â
The tremor running through him is impossible to miss now, the sharp little shudders that ripple through his body no matter how hard he tries to suppress them. His jaw is clenched, breathing ragged, every ounce of that careful composure cracking apart piece by piece in your hands. And maybe thatâs what makes your chest ache so fiercely; the fact that the man who always seemed untouchable is trembling because of you.
It was driving him crazy, how deep you were taking him, how the warmth of pussy hugged his cock. Pussy so good he couldnât think straight.Â
Every single time your hips rose just to sink slowly over and over again, the lewd sounds coming from where you met his hips, how your juices were dripping down your thighs making a mess of the sheets. It was messing with his head.Â
The alcohol had long since settled warm beneath his skin, leaving him dazed in a way youâd never seen before. Every flicker of pleasure found its way into his expression before he could hide it.Â
âDoinâ okay, baby?â You whisper almost hissing from how good his cock felt inside you, barely holding back a moan as you sink into his twitching cock again, and again while touching your boops, lightly playing with your nipples.
His unfocused blue eyes were glassy when they met yours, and his lips parted as though he couldnât quite remember how to breathe properly anymore. Leon never knew he could be in so much pain being inside you that it felt like pleasure, the blood rushing to cock and the pressure of your walls felt like heaven and hell all together.
âDonât,â Words slurred from the alcohol âDonât stop. Please. Fuck youâre so hot.âÂ
You canât help but clench around him when he begs like that, and you know he feels it by the way he moaned quietly, his hips unconsciously snapping up to meet yours in a sloppy way.Â
The pressure in your low abdomen tightens and you know you're close, your hips move involuntarily chasing more of the feeling, wanting to be even closer to him as possible. You feel his clumsy thumb lightly press on your clit, doing quick circles with it to help you reach your peak. The feeling was overwhelming, and you let out a strangled whine.
In the haziness of the moment, you barely notice the mess on your thighs or how Leonâs head is tipping back onto the headboard, too dizzy to do anything else.
You let yourself collapse against his chest, your ear finding the frantic rhythm of his heartbeat as though it belonged there. Leon can do little more than pull you closer, still inside you afraid of ending the intimate moment. His arms tighten around you with something almost desperate.Â
Soft, slurred murmurs fall from his lips, quiet thank yous and sweet nothings.Â
Leon had never believed in saints or salvation, but he thought he could spend a lifetime on his knees thanking whatever merciful god had looked upon a man as damned as him and still chosen to place you in his arms.
Pairing; Rookie!Virgin!Leon S Kennedy x fem reader
Summary; Leon's fresh out of the academy and into the Raccoon City police department-and he's still a virgin. Not only that, but he has almost no idea what what sex even is. Then he meets you, and his body starts wanting things. Or, the first 3 stages of Leon Kennedy learning about his body.
Warnings; 18+ minors dni or I'll set nemesis on u! there's dirty thoughts, lottttttta boners, a wet dream, male masturbation, fantasies, porn watching kinda, cold showers, can't remember what else so!
(a/n) uh basically everyone is ooc v sorry bout that, idek what chris is doing in this, leon is 21 and reader is like 20/21? idk lets say everyone is in their 20's yeah? leon is like. utterly clueless in this. like he knows NOTHING! lets also ignore all the biological stuff and how he would have learned abt this beforehand and that he would prosb have more wet dreams in general if he wasn't doing anything like stfu this is just what happened to fall out of my mind- title is Just Can't Get Enough by Depeche Mode
Word Count; just under 8.7k
stage 1
The moment Leon steps into the station, his eyes land on you. Sitting behind the front desk, chatting to a man and laughing as you play with a pen. Itâs like something in him locks onto you just then, like his mind fixates on you and suddenly he canât see anyone else.Â
The man showing him around doesnât notice Leonâs distraction. Simply talks to him about the water coolers and the break room while Leon nods along, humming in agreement at all the right times as he stares across at you now typing away at your computer.Â
He can see youâre not a cop, evidenced by the white blouse, silky satin fabric molding over your skin, and the black pencil skirt hugging your figure. Heâs never been one to let himself get distracted by a pretty face or fall at a womanâs feet-thereâs a reason he excelled at his training while other students became preoccupied after all, but he finds himself distracted nonetheless.Â
It makes something in his gut stir, makes it drop strangely and he suddenly needs to be near you. His fingers twitch ever so slightly, envisioning his grip on your waist, before he blinks and realises youâre staring back at him, amused curiosity painted all over your features.Â
His cheeks flush instantly, blooming with heat as he bites his bottom lip embarrassedly and fidgets with his gun holster in nervousness.Â
His guide sees him not paying the slightest bit of attention and follows his gaze, but instead (thankfully) assumes Leon must be focused on the cop standing a few feet in front of your desk. Heâs the classically handsome type, and Leon realises that this is the cop you were talking to only a couple of minutes ago.Â
âOh Chris? Heâs accomplished alright, more arrests than anyone here and the highest records for pretty much anything you can name-best in the shooting range as well, until you showed up I guess-â
Leon feels a burst of pride, still partly feeling like heâs in the academy and trying to be the best, accomplish the most. The pride is quickly replaced with embarrassment when he realises that he also selfishly somehow wants you to see that heâs better than this man. That heâs beaten Chrisâ record, and that Leon could be the one standing by your desk as you laugh and smile instead of this big burly officer.Â
His cheeks flush even more, glowing red as he tries to figure out what the heck is going on with his body and his mind. Heâs never been this enamoured by a pretty face before-he appreciated the beauty of some of his fellow cadets, recognised his vague attraction to some classmates, but he canât remember a time he was ever struck dumb by the sheer presence of someone. An after effect of being raised in a fairly religious and abstinent environment, he supposes. It still makes him feel odd though, makes him wonder why he feels so hot and nervous all of a sudden. Whatâs even more baffling is why his stomach keeps flipping when you adjust your bra strap, why his gut feels tight when your skirt rides up ever so slightly as you cross your legs.Â
Leonâs guide is still talking about Chris, saying what a man he is and how he treats everyone the same, what a perfect officer and all round good friend and coworker he is. Again, Leon questions himself. Why so bothered?? Why suddenly so annoyed about a man Iâve never met and by all accounts seems to be an upstanding citizen?
His brows furrow confusedly when you smile at Chris and wave as he walks past, and his stomach suddenly doesnât feel so good. The feeling is baffling, he doesnât even know you. He hasnât even met you yet, has only stared at you from across the room-and yet youâve done something to him. Youâve made something happen to his body, given him an odd feeling that he doesnât know how to get rid of. One that makes his uniform feel two sizes too small and the station feel humid.
As his guide moves on to the bullpen next door he tries to bury the feeling and ignore whatever is happening with his body. Itâs more difficult than he anticipates, especially since he doesnât actually know whatâs happening.Â
The heat and the tension eases slightly when youâre out of view, but thereâs still that tugging feeling within him where his pulse is oddly loud and present and he just craves your presence. How weird.Â
The rest of his day is spent meeting his fellow officers and superiors, eating the cake they bought to welcome him and setting up his things at his new desk. The heaviness within him fades after a little while, and you donât appear again for a few hours so he relaxes again. Focuses on making some friends and familiarising himself with the computer systems instead of what you did to him.Â
Chris and a few guys insist on taking him out at the end of the day, want to take him to the bar down the street and get him drunk and get him laid.Â
Leon flushes brightly yet again at their words and wonders if youâll be joining them. Then he immediately scolds himself for thinking so boldly about a woman he wasnât even introduced to-he doesnât even know why he has this urge to meet you so badly, doesnât even know what the feeling in his lower belly was and why he kept thinking about the colour of your bra strap. Inappropriate, Leon. Get a grip and start being respectful, be good, like you were taught.Â
He manages to stick with just a couple of beers when they get to the bar-you didnât join them and he felt something that he couldnât tell if it was relief or annoyance-and pretend heâs getting tipsy as the other men get drunk.Â
With devoted religious parents, he can truthfully say he never really rebelled or experimented. Many kids would go the opposite way and act out, drink and smoke and steal and fuck-Leon often wonders if he should be proud or possibly ashamed that he didnât particularly go either way. Simply figured out his parents life wasnât for him and slowly stopped going to church, focused a little more on the end of his high school days and on getting into the academy.Â
The only part that bothers him is his lack ofâŚknowledge.Â
It pains him that thereâs many facets of regular life that heâs almost completely unaware of. Things most people were taught about in school or by their parents just passed him by, werenât deemed important or were considered sinful by his church and his parents. Heâs somewhat made his peace with drinking, though for a few long years he struggled with the onset of shame that would floor him whenever he picked up a drink.Â
Heâs never gotten drunk. Only slowly works his way through pints as his companions go hell for leather. Heâs never had any desire to smoke or steal either, never had any desire to cloud his mind or dull his senses and committing any kind of crime seems outrageous if youâre trying to become an accomplished member of the police force.Â
One thing that still baffles him though?Â
Sex.Â
Even purely just the logistics of it.Â
By the time his parents passed and heâd stopped going to church, he was way past the point where most teens learn about sex. And being raised in an abstinent, premarital-sex-is-a-sin, masturbation-is-a-sin household, well, there werenât many opportunities to learn about such things.Â
Other students werenât exactly telling him in detail what happens when you have sex either, after all why wouldnât he know??Â
By the time he got to the academy it seemed odd and embarrassing to ask.Â
What would he even say?
Whatâs sex? How do you have sex? How do you get laid? What happens when you have sex???
No, it ended up being easier to just smile and laugh when his fellow cadets joked about âhitting it from the backâ and pretend he was just a little more shy than the rest of them, rather than admitting that he has no fucking clue what they meant.
So when Chris asks if he has his eye on any of the women sitting at the bar, he flounders for a second. Buys some time looking around carefully and smiling while he thinks about how much Chris has drunk, whether heâll remember much of this in the morning.Â
Leon furrows his brow and chuckles a little, placates Chris by drinking some more of his pint and then shaking his head a little.Â
Shrugs and says, âToo tired for that Redfield, canât be bothered with that fuss when Iâve got a nice pint here-â
Knows from experience that heâs most likely to be left alone if he makes a demeaning comment about women rather than dodging the question. It settles uncomfortably in him whenever he does it, but is vastly preferable to telling a bunch of grown men that heâs out of the police academy and has still never had sex. That he doesnât even really know what it is, only pecked a girl on the lips once when he was about six, that heâs never watched any kind of pornographic content and that he doesnât even know how to go about touching himself. No, much easier to make a little uncomfortable comment and leave it to the other guys to change the subject.Â
The evening doesnât go on for much longer and before many more drinks are consumed Leon finds himself supporting Chris as they all stumble out of the bar. Leon manages to pour him into a cab and shut the door on him as he rolls around in the backseat and scrabbles drunkenly at the car window.Â
With a lot of effort, Chris manages to roll it down and hangs his head out, beckoning Leon closer and wearing a wide grin.Â
âDude-dude you should-you gotta go back in there-you see the-that blonde chick at the-at the bar? Yeah-yeah man you gotta-dudeee you gotta check that shit out! First day at the station man! Gotta-gotta go-gotta get your dick wet, rookie!â
Leon holds back a laugh when the cab starts driving away and ârookieâ is dragged out as Chrisâs head gets pulled backward, leaving a ârookieeeeeeeeeeâ echoing around the busy street.Â
His walk home is relatively uneventful, just thinking over the events of the day and his new colleagues. Itâs an odd feeling, knowing heâs just met men who will depend on him to save their lives at some point, and that he might rely on to save his one day. At least theyâre amiable, he thinks, at least they seem like fun and heâs gotten along with them so far. And at least no one realised how naive he is.Â
The only spanner in the works was you.Â
He still doesnât know what exactly happened to his body when he saw you, it wasnât like when he saw criminals or perps and instinctively knew they were no good, and it wasnât like when he saw men like Chris and thought theyâd make suitable friends. It was justâŚsomething else.Â
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Leonâs sober again by the time he reaches his apartment, the limited two pints and cold night breeze working fast.Â
He methodically goes about his routine, dropping keys into the bowl by the door, towing his shoes into the rack, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, walking to his room and slowly stripping his watch, holster and badge off onto the dresser.Â
And still, he thinks of you.
First day at his new job, fresh out the academy, new friends, new apartment-and youâre on his mind.Â
He starts his shower and lets it run for a few minutes, holding his hand under it briefly before turning the temperature dial to his preferred. Loosening his tie, his mind wanders back to the way you leaned back in your chair. How heâd seen you stretch your arms a little around the back of your chair as youâd frowned at your computer screen. It makes him frown, the memory making his heart beat a fraction faster just like it had when heâd seen it.Â
As he unbuttons his shirt he thinks of yours. The white fabric, sleek satin flowing over your figure and shifting with every slight movement. It occurs to him with a jolt that he took in much more about you than he thought he did at the time. He hadn't realised heâd paid so much attention to the way the sleeves were rolled up and sitting comfortably above your elbows. But now, his gut feels tight again as he remembers the colour of your bra ghosting through your blouse, just barely there but apparently visible enough to do something to him.Â
His shirt is thrown into the corner of his bathroom with a little more force than usual, frustration pawing at him as he tries to decipher what heâs feeling. When his fly is undone he pulls his socks off and shucks his trousers and underwear down in one, wincing as the material brushes past his cock. It slaps up against his stomach, obscenely red and sensitive as the tip brushes his abdomen-Leon sucks in a sharp breath and scrapes his hand through his hair at the feeling.Â
Breathing out slowly, he steps into his shower and winces again when the water hits him and makes his cock twitch. He ignores it though, just picks up his shampoo and tips his head into the stream of water to rinse his hair thoroughly.Â
Unsurprisingly, his mind drifts again.Â
He absentmindedly spreads body wash over his torso and under his arms as he thinks about your smile. How youâd appeared as though you were trying to hide it while Chris talked, like you were trying not to let on how amusing he was being. It was a sweet sight, he remembers. Knuckles resting against your jaw as you pressed your lips together and spun a little to each side in your chair.Â
Consumed by his memories, Leon doesnât notice heâs been washing his bicep for a full minute. He just stares at the tiles opposite as his hand scrubs back and forth methodically, yet in his mind his eyes are drifting over your hidden smile and down to your crossed legs.Â
The image of your supple skin below the hem of your skirt is crystal clear in his mind, and his cock jumps again as he relives the moment the material rode up when you moved.Â
He sucks in another breath at the sensation and his hands drift down his stomach to his lower belly, scratching gently along his happy trail. Leon thinks back to the one and only time he was ever remotely educated aboutâŚrelations, and turns in the shower to rinse away the suds from his body.Â
It was a short affair, an encounter which pretty much consisted of being told that heâd meet a nice young woman, marry, and conceive beautiful babies. He was told that he and his wife would have sex the night they married, that that would be his first time unless he wished to commit a great sin. There was a brief comment-more an allusion than anything-about using hisâŚprivates, before they laughed and said âWell, youâll know what to do when it happens!âÂ
The sentiment hasnât been particularly helpful, Leon thinks as he remembers the countless comments heâs just had to smile and laugh at, nod and brush off because he doesnât know what people are talking about. All the times heâs opted out from drinking games, trivial ânever have I everâ rounds because heâs done nothing. Heâd chosen to stay away from encounters like that after heâd sat through a game where heâd just looked confusedly around at people putting fingers down for things like âchokingâ and âbarebackâ.Â
What the hell either of those things had to do with sex, heâd never found out.Â
Leon had only survived that evening by bowing out early, excusing himself with the lie of too much alcohol and the pretence of âdonât kiss and tellâ. Which is how he survived most of his academy years, actually-sadly.Â
Leon blinks and pulls out of his memories. Tipping his head down, he tries to focus on the rivulets of water streaming over his cheeks and running off his jaw, rather than the pulse he feels in his member. His hands lift momentarily and pause a few inches away from his stomach, trembling ever so slightly as he debates what to do.Â
The urge to put his hands on himself has never been very strong with him, his body has never ached this much before-itâs always been slightly bothersome when this happens but relatively easy to ignore. Besides, he didnât even know what to do; much simpler to just wait out whatever the feeling was in his gut.Â
Tonight though, he can just feel so much. It feels as though heâs on fire, like his heart is beating in every part of his body and like something is going to happen.Â
After what feels like a painfully prolonged amount of time-though is only a few seconds-his hands fall to his hips, rubbing nervously over bone and still shaking as he thinks of your fingers sliding under the strap of your bra.Â
When heâd seen it youâd been pulling it back up your shoulder, but before Leon knows it his mind conjures up the image of you pulling it down, down over your arm and slipping your hand from it.Â
With a gasp he jerks his hands away and grabs the temperature dial, wrenching it to the coldest it can manage. He immediately flinches at the freezing water before closing his eyes and letting it wash over him, knowing this always helps him feel normal again. Gets rid of the strange throbbing that pulses through his body when he wakes up like this sometimes.Â
When he steps out of the shower and towels himself off, thereâs an oddly bereft feeling in him as though his body is craving something. Leon swallows down the uncomfortable feeling and tugs some briefs on before going about his nightly routine and sliding under his covers.Â
He doesnât sleep for hours, tossing and turning under the covers while his skin feels sensitive and uncomfortable, like heâs not wearing it right, like his body canât sort itself out. He slips into unconsciousness in the early hours of the morning, mind exhausted and body strung out-you still manage to throw a wrench into his mind yet again, making him think of your hidden smile right before he falls under the blanket of sleep.Â
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stage 2
Leon wakes up with a moan on his lips, spilling out as his thighs flex and his hands fist in his sheets.Â
His eyes shoot open immediately and he gasps at the onslaught of sensations he can feel. Abdomen tight, gut twisting, hips jerking and toes curling. The most prominent thing he feels, however, is the tip of his cock caught between his stomach and the waistband of his briefs. Itâs red and angry, swollen with need and almost weeping onto his abdomen.Â
Leon plunges a hand into his hair and uses the other to rip the covers off of his body-theyâre soaked in sweat anyway. His briefs are grey and he suddenly wishes heâd put on black ones so he couldnât see the small wet patch of something growing by the top. His hands tremble like they did in the shower the night before, and as he goes to move his leg he whimpers, feeling the material chafe along his sensitive shaft.Â
It hits him a little just then, makes his eyes well up as he tries to reconcile with the fact that he doesnât even know whatâs happening to his own body, the fact that heâs never felt so much, how itâs too much and not enough and his body craves more but heâs so scared of what will happen if he moves again. The sensation borders on painful, body so strung out every movement feels a thousand times more.Â
With a muffled sob he pushes his head back into his pillow and squeezes his eyes shut, trying to stay as still as he can until it all just goes away-until his body stops throbbing.Â
Itâs a painful few minutes, hiccups escaping every so often as his hips reflexively move and he has to bite his lip to stop more sobs spilling out, but eventually his body calms somewhat, he softens a little and can manage to slide off his bed and stumble to his bathroom. He turns on his shower and sets it to freezing immediately before leaning on the counter and braving a look at himself in the mirror above his sink.Â
The reflection makes him flinch a little. Thereâs a splotchy red flush spreading across his chest and up his neck, painting his cheeks alarmingly. Eyes red as well, pink rimmed and slightly bloodshot with heavy waterlines still-some of his hair sticks up in odd directions but Leonâs gaze is stuck to his abdomen.Â
It floors him for a minute as he stares at himself, lips parted in surprise at his own appearance.Â
Thereâs a dark splotch on the waistband of his grey briefs, uncomfortably wet against the tip of his cock. His eyes are glued to the space just above though. A dribble of something decorates his skin, pearly white and slipping slowly down to seep into his briefs.Â
He swallows uncomfortably as he thinks back to his teenage years, back to the few rare mornings where he woke up almost like this-skin painted with something he doesnât know and mind hazy with some sort of endorphin rush.Â
Heâd never asked anyone about what it was, never googled and tried never to think about it again.Â
Was it meant to happen? Was it normal? Should it happen more often? Never? Did all guys do it? Was it needed? Did it happen during sex?Â
Questions he figured heâd never get the answer to.Â
His cock is still half hard and pressing weightily against the fabric of his underwear, but he ignores it in favour of slowly lifting his hand toward his stomach. Involuntarily his eyes narrow a little, squinting so he doesnât have to watch clearly what heâs doing. Tentatively, he presses one fingertip into the puddle on his skin and instantly retracts it.Â
His gaze hesitantly drops down, as though he thinks his reflection is lying to him somehow. Vaguely, his mind registers that his hand is trembling yet again, but he canât see anything apart from the liquid collected on his index finger.Â
Pressing his lips together, he turns the tap on and runs the water over his finger, washing away the evidence of his morning.Â
He peels his briefs off delicately, wincing all the while at his sensitivity and throwing them in his hamper before stepping into his cold shower. He starts shivering as soon as the water hits him, and briefly wonders if this is how itâll be from now on. If something happened when he met you and now he wonât be able to control his body. It seems as though thatâs the way itâs going.Â
Itâs a somewhat pitiful couple of minutes, just standing there in the freezing water as he waits for his body to relax fully. After a short while he turns the temperature up-but still just stands there. Eyes closed, head hanging down and hands resting on the tiles in front of him.Â
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He doesnât see you today.
A wave of relief washes over him when youâre not on the front desk as he walks in, followed immediately by a wave of curiosity and anxiousness.Â
Are you just not at your desk? Are you not in the building at all? Are you sick? Weirded out by Leon staring at you yesterday?? Oh god what if it was him-
He does his best to banish all thoughts about you as he sits down at his desk and grins at Chris-whoâs slumped back in his chair, sunglasses propped crookedly onto his face and snoring lightly. Hiding his smile, Leon opens and slams a desk drawer shut, watching Chris bolt upright and wince as his glasses topple off his nose and clatter to the floor.Â
âRough night?â
For a second all he receives is a groan in response before Chris looks his way, frowning and squinting at him.Â
âHow-youâre not dead. Why arenât you dead like the rest of us rookie? Traitor-âÂ
His smile falters for a split second as he remembers last night and this morning's showers, before shrugging at him and grinning again.Â
âFirst day on the job? Thought it might be best not to kill myself with alcohol poisoning. You do you though, it was pretty impressive to be fair Redfield-â
Chris just groans again, takes a full minute to reach down and pick up his sunglasses before sighing and slipping them back on-upside down.Â
âYeah yeah, whatever rookie-might have liver failure but I got a girls number so ainât it worth it-â
He falls back asleep in his chair almost immediately after he finished speaking and Leon finds himself glad, relieved that he doesnât get asked about any women or numbers or getting laid or more things he doesnât have the first clue about.Â
An uneventful few hours go by, but he meets Jill and gets given a shit ton of paperwork so he can âget used to the computersâ. The man who gives him the stacks of files looks disappointedly at the evidently hungover officers dotted around the room before he tells Leon this, who he takes one more look at Chris (whoâs elbow slips off the arm of his chair and makes his head thwack down onto the wood, before he gives up and falls asleep there instead) and chooses to just take the papers.Â
About an hour later heâs made some decent progress, but gets jerked out of his focused trance when he hears a yelled âMORNING CHRIS!â come from the opposite end of the room.Â
The pen heâs using jerks up out of his hand onto the floor and his face takes less than two seconds to flush bright red again.Â
You.Â
You again.Â
You making his cheeks flare with heat, heart stutter and gut tighten. What have you done to me?
He canât help staring as you stroll into the room, evidently stifling a laugh at Chrisâ dishevelled state and holding a stack of files in your arms. Youâre wearing the skirt and the blouse again, but the bra Leon can ever so slightly see behind the white fabric is a different colour to yesterday.Â
He wishes he hadnât seen that because his pulse picks up the instant that registers in his mind. It gets worse still when you stop to talk to Chris and rest the files on your hip gently, leaning to one side slightly and accentuating your figure.Â
Leon swallows before looking back down at his papers. But the outline of your body is printed on his eyes like heâs looked at a light bulb for too long and he canât resist looking back up at you.Â
His heartbeat quickens dangerously and his uniform feels hot all of a sudden when you look up, catching his eye and smiling as you make your way to his desk. With a thump, you drop your files onto the stack next to him.Â
Leon hesitates when lifting his face to yours because he just knows how bright his cheeks are, he can feel the heat and is sure youâre about to be set alight from it. After a few seconds he does so-and finds himself struck dumb yet again by the sight of you smiling. Except this time his jaw goes a little slack because youâre smiling at him. Not at Chris, not at Jill, not anyone else. Youâre smiling directly at him, just for him. Not a polite society smile either-a genuine warm expression that makes him realise how dry his lips are. His tongue darts out to wet them as he tries to think of what to say to you, but then youâre bending and picking up the pen heâd accidentally thrown into the air when you walked in.Â
Still silent, he reaches to take it when you hold it out to him-smiling all the while god help him-and his fingers brush yours. Unexpectedly, his cock twitches behind his zipper and he has to work quickly to school his features.Â
And then you offer him a soft ânice to meet you, Leon, let me know if you need anything-â before walking back the way you came and leaving him sweating with a dry throat, red cheeks and uncomfortable tightness in his uniform trousers.Â
âPretty ainât she?â
Chrisâ words shock him out of his trance and make him splutter a little as he tries to think of an answer.Â
He struggles somewhat, because his mind is distracted by the fact that yes, thatâs what it is-he thinks youâre pretty. Really pretty, some kind of pretty he hasnât seen before.Â
With the other cadets and students heâd spent the last few years with, he appreciated their looks sometimes, could recognise their beauty but was never exactly attracted to them per se. Never really had a desire to act on anything or try something new-and now, for what he thinks is the first time in memory, he finds you really pretty and wants to do something about it. What that something is, heâs unsure. Unfortunate, yet not surprising. Sadly.Â
He gives Chris a vague âmhmâ in response as he looks back down at his desk, attempting to focus back on his paperwork but failing.
âDonât give me that rookie, know you were thinking it. Weâve all tried-â
That makes his head shoot up again, eyes widening as he looks at Chris (unsuccessfully) holding back a smirk. His heart speeds up slightly and he thinks quickly-does that mean youâre with someone? Is another officer appreciating your pretty smiles and seeing them more than Leon ever will?
âEveryoneâs-what? Youâve all what?â
Chris laughs at that, bold and loud as he slips his sunglasses up onto the top of his head.
âOh donât look all innocent and wide eyed like you werenât thinking of it mate-but yeah everyone has-â
He sighs as he finishes speaking before turning his head and muttering a little, âEveryone says that dude on the desk over there got closest but it was me Iâm tellin ya-â
It makes Leonâs stomach flip uncomfortably, the thought of you and Chris together. He suddenly feels a little sick, when he imagines you sending sweet smiles to him, perching on Chrisâ desk and letting him see more than just ghost of your bra through your shirt-
Leon blinks himself out of his spiral, gasping quietly with his second unsettling realisation of the morning. That he wants to see more of you, see what others havenât.Â
He curses himself when he sees that his hands are trembling again, overwhelmed by the connections his mind makes-that he knows you need to be attracted to someone to have sex with them, and you need to be somewhat nude. That he is attracted to you and wants to see more of your body. His leg jogs under his desk a little, bumping against the wood every so often.
Heâs felt pent up before, felt like he was about to burst with energy and like he just had to do something-but heâs never felt like this before. It confuses him somewhat, the heady mix between that and of the overwhelming need he felt this morning. Shakily, he picks up his pen again and prays he wonât see you for the rest of the day, in case he loses the rest of his sanity at one glimpse of your smile.
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Days pass almost the same way.
He wakes up sweating and gasping, unable to move because he doesnât know what will happen. He takes a cold shower, finds himself unable to look at his own reflection. He goes to work and canât decide whether he wants to watch you work all day or if he hopes he wonât see you at all.Â
And each day ends with him going back to his apartment and wishing he spent more time with you, that he talked to you and saw your smile and the blouse you wear and the face you make when Chris tells a bad joke. Youâve consumed so much of him, make him think of you when he sees certain characters on TV, make him picture the way you frown at your computer when he picks up his laptop.
After a couple of weeks of this, of feeling his entire body pulse and heat with the smallest comment from you, he wakes in the middle of the night.
A quick look to his left tells him itâs just gone three in the morning and he wonders why he even woke at all. His neighbours arenât playing loud music as they have an annoying habit of doing, thereâs no motorbikes outside, not an intruder or even something falling over in his flat. He furrows his brow and moves to slide out from under his covers.
He barely makes it a centimetre before a whimper is forced out of him though, suddenly all too aware of the sticky mess saturating his briefs. His head is thrown back against his pillows as he gasps, letting his hips jerk up instinctively before forcing them back down to the bed.
Leon snakes a hand under the covers and over his stomach, but he hesitates when he reaches his abdomen. His skin is wet and coated in something, much like the morning after he met you-but itâs everywhere, covering his toned muscle and soaking his underwear. He pulls the sheets back and winces at the sight, wet patch covering the front of his briefs and stomach painted with a glistening sheen of something, smeared ropes all over his skin.
Absentmindedly, he registers the cloud of pleasure that hangs over his thoughts, the immense satisfaction flowing through his body. The fabric of his underwear is plastered wetly to the outline of his shaft and he reaches down again to brush his fingers over it. He accidentally traces the thick vein on the underside of his member and whimpers again, thighs trembling at the slightest bit of stimulation.Â
He remembers his teen years and the few times this happened to him. Heâd just brushed it off back then, taken a shower and forgotten all about it. But now he canât.Â
He canât because all he can think of is that heâs pretty sure he was dreaming of you just before he woke up.
In his mind is the vague image of you without your blouse, lying back on his bed and teasing the cups of your bra with your fingertips. The thought makes his cock twitch and his breath hitches as the tip brushes the sodden material. His mouth drops open as he gently pulls the material away and tugs it down to his thighs, and he thinks of the pleasure he felt when he woke, unable to stop lowering his hand and rubbing his thumb over the sensitive head of his dick.
Something in his gut tightens and he lets out a broken moan when his member twitches at his touch, the tip leaking onto his skin again and adding to the mess heâs already made.Â
He stumbles into his bathroom and almost falls into a cold shower, not knowing what to do apart from this.Â
It feels a little like the only respite he has these days, the only thing that has managed to return his body to normal over the past couple of weeks.Â
He doesnât sleep very well for the next few hours, wondering what the next day will bring when he sees you.
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stage 3
Leon feels his heart beat faster the moment he steps inside the station, but youâre not behind your desk.Â
He reluctantly acknowledges the pang of disappointment he feels and shakes his head lightly as he walks to his desk, trying to rid himself of the distraction you inevitably cause. When he sits down he must have a frown on his face because Chris takes one look at him and tells him you had to accompany the captain somewhere-Leon feigns disinterest as he clears his throat and logs into his computer for the morning, but his fellow officer just raises his eyebrows and turns back to his own files.Â
Given that youâre not there, Leon makes it through the rest of the work day without any trouble. Except for one incident.Â
Unsurprisingly, it involves sex.Â
It happens when heâs in the break room, using the battered coffee machine and soon wishing it worked a whole lot quicker. But it refuses to listen to his silent pleas and churns slowly, makes Leon wait for his drink while he listens to an officer-he might have been called Dave?-talk about what he did on his weekend.Â
Well, more like who he did.Â
Leon opens the cupboard above him, hiding his head from the officers, but his hand hesitates when he goes to grab a coffee cup.Â
âMan you shouldâve seen this girl-pornstar tits Iâm tellinâ you-â
His eyes widen as he slowly grabs a mug.Â
âNo fuckin way donât believe you-youâre always makin shit up like this-â
âIâm serious this time, god it was insane-coulda stared at those tits all day and Iâd die a happy man-â
âYou just stared at her? Little guy fall short did he?â
Leon closes the cupboard and sees the first guy whacking his friend on the bicep, and turns the words over in his mind, trying to figure out what they mean.Â
âCourse I fucked her, man-canât see a mouth and an ass like that and be expected to not stick my dick in one of âem-â
Her mouth?!? Why would that happen what does her mouth have to do with it?
The other officer throws his head back, laughing loudly.Â
âAight aight, she fuck like a pornstar too then?â
Maybe this would be easier to follow if Iâd seen porn. Should I? Oh god am I going to watch porn?!?
âFuck man you bet your ass she did-you ever back shot a girl? When I pul-âÂ
âOh gross man I donât need to know about your jizz get the fuck outta here-â
They both walk out of the break room laughing and muttering to each other while Leon stands at the counter, slowly stirring his coffee.Â
As he walks back to his desk, he feels a little as though heâs in some sort of daze. His mind keeps overturning what he heard, just confusedly cycling through âbackshotâ âpornstar titsâ âlittle guy fall shortâ and âjizzâ. He didnât think heâd heard so many things he was unaware the meaning of since heâd been in school.Â
And itâs not like he has a teacher to ask about why heâd put his dick in someoneâs mouth.
But.Â
There is porn.Â
His cheeks heat a little as thinks about it, and he realises heâs been staring at the wall for a few minutes. Blinking, he comes back to himself and tries to carry on with his paperwork.Â
The rest of the day isnât very productive though, as he spends it all distracted by the thought that heâs made up his mind. Heâs going to watch porn, for the first time ever, tonight.Â
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When he gets home heâs jittery, like he drank too much coffee-even though he only made the one cup and then was so distracted he forgot to drink it.Â
Heâs torn by the urge to grab his laptop and finally learn what he should have years ago, or to try and relax first. Make dinner, have a shower, watch some tv and thenâŚexperiment.Â
Leon makes dinner first and settles onto his couch to watch some tv, but unsurprisingly finds himself unable to focus for very long. His eyes keep darting to the side, flicking to where his laptop lays on the sofa beside him. A few minutes after he finishes eating, he swears quietly and gives in, grabs his laptop and tugs it onto his lap.Â
He watches the tv for a few seconds before steeling himself and opening up the browser.Â
Slowly, he types,
porn
And presses enter.Â
He squints at his screen slightly to dampen whatever heâs about to see, and hesitantly scrolls through the page of search results. Sighing and going back to the top, he settles further into his sofa as he reads.Â
pornhub
The mouse hovers over the first result.Â
Thatâs what guys use, right?? I swear Iâve heard people mention pornhub?
With a click, heâs suddenly taken to a black background and dozens of thumbnails for various videos.Â
As soon as he looks at the first one, he jerks his hands away from the keyboard and feels his eyes widen, cheeks flushing once again as he takes in the image of a woman with her mouth wide open, tongue hanging out and just the tip of a manâs cock in view, laying on the flat of it. Leonâs cock throbs painfully in his sweats, aching and pulsing as he stares at his screen.Â
Clearing his throat, he tentatively looks along to the next thumbnail-an image of a woman lying back on a bed, legs spread open and exposing herself. His cock twitches as he looks at the space between her thighs, hardening rapidly as he realises that whatever coated his stomach that morning isâŚleaking out of her.Â
A pop up flashes up on the screen, asking if he wants like minded singles in his area (anna is only 3 miles away and wants to do sex with you!) and it jerks Leon out of his trance. With a start, he shuts his laptop and shoves it onto the coffee table in front of him, leaning back and breathing heavily. His sweatpants are tented, bulge showing prominently and a small patch is dark grey, as though a droplet of something has landed on it-or soaked into it.Â
He reaches a hand down, knowing exactly whatâs going to happen. As expected, the moment his fingers brush over his bulge, his hips buck up and he tries to stifle the whimper that crawls up his throat.Â
Dropping his hand back to the couch, he grabs his laptop again and opens it, keeping his gaze squarely focused on the top of the screen where he presses the back arrow to return to the search bar-and away from the images that make him tremble and throb.Â
He decides it might be easier to take it a little slower, to actually learn some things before plunging into the deep end. Which is why he finds himself typing âhow to touch-â. He quickly backspaces and deletes it though, scoffing at the idea that heâd have to look at some sort of sex-ed for kids/teenagers.Â
Then he frowns, and realises he probably actually knows less than the average teenager. Sighing again, he types.Â
how to touch myself
Wincing at his ignorance and the phrasing of his search, he presses enter and tucks a leg under himself to scroll comfortably.Â
Most articles he finds are for people with vaginas and he attempts to ignore the constant ache in his member every time he reads something about a woman pleasuring herself. After a few minutes of browsing, he finds an article that seems to have what he needs.Â
Itâs rather clinical to begin with, but he supposes itâs what he needs, given that he barely even knows what happened this morning let alone how to touch himself when heâs conscious.Â
From the first few paragraphs, he learns about orgasms and that he âcameâ while he was asleep-also called a wet dream! He learns that it happens to teenagers a decent amount and âis nothing to be ashamed of!â which immediately tells him that most people are embarrassed, and therefore makes him feel ashamed anyway.Â
He learns all the clinical technical words for things, feeling slightly overwhelmed by all of it-and he also finds out about some slang and more casual words for things. He finally reads what the word âjizzâ means, and thinks back to earlier in the day, trying to figure out what the men were talking about.Â
Clearing his mind once more, he looks back to his screen and keeps reading-next the article details how different people find different things erotic, how he might like to be touched in different places, he might not like to be touched at all, he might like someone else to touch him. Itâs rather impressive, the way his mind only takes a split second to picture you. He thinks of when you handed him his pen and your fingers brushed his, the brief sensation of your skin against his and he decides just then, thinks firmly that yes, yes he does want to be touched by someone else. He really wants to be touched by someone, and he really wants it to be you.Â
His mind drifts for a minute, eyes almost glazed over as he wonders what it would be like. Itâs so fucking intense already when he wakes up already hard, or when he trails his fingers over himself, and he can barely even imagine what it might be like with your hands instead of his. Your smile directed at him as your fingers trace over the sensitive veins on his cock. With a quick glance down, he sees the wet patch on his sweatpants has grown slightly bigger, and he turns back to his laptop.Â
After a few more minutes reading, he also learns that it will likely feel better lubricated withâŚsomething. The article suggests lube, spit, lotion-or, if heâs with a partner, their bodily fluids. Leon grimaces at that, before thinking back to the first articles he flicked through and remembering what will happen if heâs with a woman and, somehow, manages to arouse them. Even though heâs alone, he lets out a small âohâ and hunches further over his laptop, still attempting to ignore how hard he is.Â
Reading on, he learns a little about how to use his hands on himself, how sensitive his balls can be, that he can play with his nipples if he likes-by the time he reaches the part about trying anal his head is swimming from the overload of knowledge and he closes the tab, leaning back into the cushions and staring across at the tv. Itâs playing some cooking show, but he wouldnât be able to focus on the chef chopping spring onions if he had a gun to his head.Â
By now, the way his cock is throbbing is almost unbearable, constantly jumping behind the material of his sweats and leaking obscenely from the tip-something he now knows is called precum, as a matter of fact.Â
Slowly, but with a racing heart, he places his laptop on the table and leans back once more, fisting one hand in a cushion next to him. His left hand tugs at the strings on his sweats and he undoes the bow, slipping his fingertips into the waistband before pausing and thinking itâll feel better with his right hand.Â
He swaps the cushion over to have something to grip, and pushes his right hand into his trousers.Â
The second he touches his member he lets out a moan, long and loud and he trails off into a gasp. Slightly clumsily, he wraps his hand around his shaft and whimpers out a quiet âfuckâ at the intense feeling-hastily, his hips buck up to fuck himself into his grip.Â
The wave of pleasure he felt this morning rushes up at him again and he pulls his hand from his sweatpants, panting and looking down to where the flushed head of his cock peeks out under the waistband. Precum beads at the tip and he watches intently as it drips onto his abdomen, gradually sliding into the v of his hips. He briefly thinks back to the article, to how it said it might feel better with something to help him along, and he raises his right hand a little, spits in his palm and pushes it back into his sweats.Â
The feeling makes him whimper and jerk again, thighs trembling and eyes squeezing shut as he spreads his spit along his cock. He flattens his hand out and slides his palm along the underside of his shaft, feeling the veins against his skin and how the heel of his thumb brushes against his weeping tip every so often.Â
It barely takes twenty seconds before heâs letting out a stream of moans, whiny âoh oh ohâs echoing around his apartment, accompanied by the lewd squelchy noise of his spit and precum mixing.Â
It almost hurts, how much he feels right now, the onslaught of pleasure thatâs suddenly hitting him after all this time-and the fact that he knows now, he knows what to do and whatâs going to happen, he knows heâs trying to make himself come, that god willing one day someone will do this to him, that he might be able to come inside someone-
Fleetingly, his mind pictures the woman from the second thumbnail with her legs open and come dripping out of her-but itâs you suddenly. Your face contorted in pleasure and your legs heâs seen peeking out from under your skirt, and itâs his come, his warm seed spilling from you because heâs just fucked you, just had his cock inside you and it just happens, his eyes fly open and his lips part as he moans obscenely loud. It echoes off his walls, high pitched and whiny again as he feels his cock throb, ropes of come splattering across his stomach and over his fingers.Â
Without thinking he moves his hand again, sliding his palm wetly over his length once more before gasping and pulling it away, unused to the stimulation.Â
Leon lays there, panting, for a few long minutes before he can even bring himself to lift his head up. What he sees makes his eyes widen-his abdomen and his hand and the top of his sweats coated in his own come, just like this morning but he made it happen this time. He touched himself for the first time, touched his dick and and knew what he was doing and knew what he was making happen, and to the thought of you no less.Â
A burst of shame fills him as he remembers how he thought of you, before he tries to banish it and take things one at a time. First-a shower is in order.Â
He stumbles when he pushes himself off the sofa, stabilising himself on the arm of it as he winces at the material chafing his length. With slow steps he manages to get to his bathroom and into the shower, smiling a little when he realises he wonât have to have cold showers every morning and evening now-he can justâŚtouch himself. He knows how to now, and, quite frankly, he already feels a little desperate for the rush of pleasure it gave him again.Â
When he gets out and towels himself off a few minutes later heâs still smiling somewhat, until he remembers heâll see you tomorrow. Heâs going to have to work in the same space as you for hours and hours, all while knowing the pleasure he can so easily give himself to the thought of you.Â
Itâs gonna be a long day, thatâs for sure.
part 2
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Summary: Youâve never been the one to try and pick someone up at a bar, especially one where the entire demographic is twice your age. Yet, you couldnât pull your eyes off of him. Whatâs the harm in buying him a drink?
Includes: Insecure Leon, mild sub!Leon, mild dom! Reader, age gap, stranger hookup, unprotected sex, implied birth control, oral(both), pushing cum back inside, Maam, sweetheart, good boy.
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Bar hopping for a bachelorette party means going to all the modern and loud clubs where you're guaranteed to get multiple drinks bought for you and hit on too many times to count. The first club was like that, you'd already debated how much your eardrums could take for the night before you'd even left.
The second however, was nothing of the sort. It was your friends, the bachelorette herself, uncles bar. The bar itself felt like it was out of an old western movie, the people inside of it similar. You could tell most people were here to drown their sorrows after whatever hell of a day they'd had.
You were people watching while your friend talked with her uncle, the others taking pictures with the weirdly accurate cow statue by the door.
He stood out, somehow, this looked to be his scene really, but for some reason your eyes were drawn to him instantly.
He was older than you, that you could tell. The part of his face you could see had a scowl covering it, the wrinkles muddying some of his features. He was blond, but there were grays peaking through the messy hair and slight scruff covering his chin.
You couldn't look away. Something about him kept pulling your gaze back no matter how many times you tried to fight it. Thankfully you had just enough drinks in your system to act on it.
It was a move typically used on you, but one that got your foot in the door. You watched as the bartender refilled his drink, motioning towards you when he looked confused. You waved when he looked over at you, your smile probably bordering on creepy.
The man nodded with a small smile, drinking half of whatever it was in one go. In the short time you took to look over at your friends he made his way over to you.
"It's normally the other way around you know." He said, pulling your attention away from the group. He was more captivating up close. The rough tone in his voice adding to the look of him. "The older man buys the drink for the pretty young lady, didn't expect the opposite." He chuckled, making you have to swallow harder so you didn't drool in front of the poor man.
"I didn't expect to be doing it." You barely managed to say.
"Leon, Leon Kennedy." He said with a smirk, holding his hand out towards you like this was some job interview.
You replied with your name, following his format despite the mild confusion at the professionalism. His hand matched him, the calluses against your skin making your face burn slightly.
"You uhâyou come here often?" You asked, wanting to smack yourself at the awkward question.
"I do. You don't." You found yourself staring at his lips as he spoke, and by the turn of them he saw it too. "Your party find the wrong bar?"
"My friends uncle owns it, she wanted to come say hi." You quickly responded, nodding towards where your friends were laughing with the man.
"Damn really making me feel old there, I went to school with the man."
You rushed out an apology only to be laughed off by the older man. The conversation started to flow into a casual exchange.
Leon told you about how he knew your friends uncle, the whole story of them reconnecting after Leon got promoted and moved a few blocks away. He told you what he deemed the cooler stories of his job, ones that if he wasn't so tattered and buff looking you'd have thought was a lie from an action movie you didn't watch.
He asked about your friend, how the two of you knew each other and what the big celebration was for. Despite his line of work he seemed to miss the big "bachelorette" sash she was wearing.
It was hard to tell how long the two of you were talking. You didn't realize any time had passed until you heard your friends calling your name by the door.
"Fuck um shit-"
"I think your friends are waiting for you." Leon commented, stating the obvious.
"Yeah we have like three other places they want to go to, fuck." Your voice strained as your annoyance at the circumstance grew.
He was about to make a joke, you could tell by the look in his eyes after he'd done it twenty times already tonight. Your friends cut him off, walking over and pulling you off of the stool you were too comfortable on.
Thankfully you came to your senses as you all approached the door, managing to pry yourself out of their hands for a moment and making your way back over to Leon. He was following your steps as you ended up standing right in front of him.
"Will you be here in an hour?" You asked, eyes practically burning through his.
"I can be." He said, voice an octave lower than before. "Three more places is going to take you longer than an hour sweetheart." It took everything in you to keep yourself upright at the new nickname.
"An hour is how long it'll take until they won't notice I left." You stammered, any confidence you had long gone. "I'd go with you right now if I could."
"Take your time, go have fun." Leon whispered, barely audible over the somber music. "If you still want this, afterwards, I'll be here." The slight self deprecation in his tone had you reeling.
One final look back to your friends had you walking across the bar with a scowl. The only thoughts running through your head being ones of Leon and how you're friends were delaying you from seeing the man in his full glory.
"When I said you should try and get laid, that is not what I meant." Your friend, the bachelorette, laughed the second you stepped out of the bar.
"At least he's kinda hot, old but hot." Another one defended you, sort of.
There were a lot of jokes thrown as you all made your way to the club a few blocks over. Comments about finding someone your own age, but none of it phased you. All you could think about was getting back to that old fucking bar.
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You did make it back. Forty seven minutes later. The second you pushed open the door your eyes scanned the now fuller crowd.
He hadn't moved. Still sat on the same stool you left him in. The only thing that had changed was the drink in front of him. The bottle of water was almost entirely gone, depleting more as he brought it to his lips.
The second he put the bottle back down he looked towards you, almost as if he felt eyes on him. His lips turned up when he saw you, nodding towards the free stool next to him.
"Hasn't been an hour yet." Leon commented as you sat down. "Sneak out early?" He laughed at his own joke.
"The 'bachelor's' showed up. Unannounced." You groaned, thinking back to the interaction. "They can't keep track of that many people, perfectly annoying opportunity."
"You don't seem enthused despite the escape." He fully turned towards you, cocking his head with an inquisitive look.
"They kept trying to set me up with one of them, even tripped me into him at one point." You groaned again, sliding down to rest your head against your forearm that was flat on the counter.
"Ah, the young, hot, bachelor not your type?" He chuckled, leaning his head on his hand to keep eye contact with you.
"Not since I saw you." You mumbled, just loud enough for him to hear it.
"Oh sweetheart." He matched your volume.
His eyes softened, staring at you as if you'd just told him your life story. After a few moments he sat up, you followed suit watching as he called over the bartender. He slid a bill that was definitely larger than what he owed across the counter before standing, holding his hand out to you.
You took it, following him as he led you out of the bar. His hand tightened around yours as he started to walk away from the bar.
"Are you okay to walk a few blocks or do you need me to carry you?" Leon asked, pausing in his path. "If you still want to go home with me, that is." You laughed, stepping closer to him.
"I don't need you to carry me to your place." You whispered, leaning so close to him that your lips brushed against his cheek. "But, if I ask nicely, would you please?"
Leon didn't respond, instead quickly sliding an arm behind yours legs and pulling you upwards until your arms wrapped around his neck with a gasp. You felt your heart pounding as you held yourself against him, sure that he could feel it.
"No need to beg, I'll give you whatever you want from me."
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Leon took you straight to his bedroom, setting you gently onto the soft sheets of his bed. And then, sat next to you. There was an awkward silence that filled the room, forcing you to sit in the tension mixed air for way too long.
He seemed nervous, as if you weren't desperate to be in his bed for the last few hours. The man was large, intimating beyond description, but he was the nervous one.
"Are you okay?" You asked, anxious to break the silence. "Didn't come home with you just to sit on your bed you know." You attempted to joke.
"Of course, it's justâit's been a while." He shrugged, finally turning to look at you. "With my job, I don't get out much. Never much of a priority anymore."
"If you don't want-"
"I do." Leon cut you off, reaching one of his hands out to your face and brushing a strand of hair behind you ear. "Is this what you want? You have someone your age waiting back at a bar for you if you'd prefer."
You laughed, genuinely and loudly catching the man off guard. You moved your body closer to his, only stopping when your leg was right against his.
"Honestly?" You whispered, leaning your face closer to his. "The only thing I've thought about since I bought you that drink was how you'd look above me."
Leon leaned in, lips pressing against yours in a soft and careful manner. You reciprocated, moving your lips against his in an attempt to set a quicker pace.
Much to your shock he followed, not fighting for control as most would. Testing your luck, you grazed your tongue against his lips. Almost instantly his parted, allowing you to slide your tongue into his mouth meshing perfectly with his own.
He groaned into the kiss as you brought your hands to his shoulders, digging your fingers into the muscles. Large hands shot to your waist, holding carefully but unmoving.
"You can sit on my lap, if you want." Leon whispered into the kiss.
You quickly moved to do so. Knees caging his thick thighs as they dug into the mattress. His bulge evident against your covered core from this position, you shuttered before shifting to allow more of it to press against you.
"Why do I feel like you're going to do whatever the fuck I want you to?" You asked, a seductive tone lacing your voice despite the slight joking manner.
"You did buy me a drink." He said with a small smile.
You pulled back, expecting a different reply. Was this extremely strong, older, literal government weapon really going to let you be in control? You felt like you were hearing things, you didn't expect him to be so compliant. The thought of it was a rush you had to admit.
"Are you actually?" It was hard to hide the shock in your voice, and your chest felt heavy when Leon suddenly wouldn't meet your eyes.
"That was the plan. Fuck, I feel like I'm twenty again." He chuckled to himself. "When I say it's been a while I mean it." Leons face dropped with every word.
"How long is a while?" You asked once more, trying to be comforting by moving one of your hands to play with the strands of hair that laid against his neck.
It was obvious the question made him nervous, you were close enough to hear his breath hitch before quickening.
"At least a decade."
"A decade? How the fuck has it been a decade? You're so hot?" Your rapid questions made him laugh, finally making eye contact again.
"Told you I don't get out much. Bad relationships and habits; who would've thought dating your coworkers would be a bad idea." His hands started to move, fidgeting with the edge of your shirt.
"In your line of work that sounds dangerous." You whispered, sliding your hand further up his scalp.
He nodded, leaning into your touch almost too forcefully. The room stayed silent for a while, hands softly grazing each other in what should have been an awkward embrace.
Instead, it felt oddly, intimate. Something you shouldn't expect from a man practically twice your age you met in a bar hours ago. Yet, the longer you looked at him, watched as he touched you so carefully, it felt comfortable.
"You didn't forget how to do anything?" You break the silence, leaning forward so that your lips are hovering over his.
"It's like riding a bike, right?"
You smiled, pressing your lips against his once more. It was soft for all of ten seconds before you deepened the kiss, Leon quickly following your lead.
Large hands continued to fidget with the hem of your shirt, not daring to go beneath the fabric despite the obvious desire. You grabbed hold of one of his wrists, slipping it beneath the shirt.
He groaned, taking the hint he and slide his hand further up your torso. He took his time finding your breasts, skimming along the bottom of your bra until you pushed your chest into him.
"You definitely didn't forget how to kiss." You whispered as you separated for air. "Want this off." You tugged at the bottom of his shirt.
"Yes ma'am." Leon smirked in reply.
His shirt was off and thrown to the side before you could blink. You felt your jaw drop as you were met with his chest.
He was toned, blond hair spread across pale skin. There were too many scars to count, littered along the expanse of his torso. Some looked older than you, others looked as if he could've gotten them last week.
You carefully grazed your fingers across some of them, causing Leon to shiver at the touch. One of them made him whine, a smile on his face as he did so. God you needed to hear him do that again.
Leaning down slightly you pressed your lips against his shoulder, softly tracing your tongue along an older scar. He sighed contently, eyes fluttering closed as you repeated the action as you continued lower across his collarbone.
The position was quickly becoming awkward, having to crane your neck to reach. So you pushed him down, placing the palm of your hand against his chest and pushing with the lightest bit of pressure had him folding.
Leon's head hit the pillows, eyes opening to look up at you. His hair spread across the dark colors, causing you to pause for a moment to take it all in.
You didn't speak as you traced your hands across multiple of the blemishes. Your mind was coming up with stories behind each one. It was starting to overwhelm you, his complacency and the sheer look of him.
"I know there's a lot." Leon said. "I understand it's not what you were expecting it's-"
"I didn't think you could get hotter I'm sorry I need a second." You cut him off.
Leon laughed slightly, the worry settling into his voice once again gone. "Really?"
"Yeah really." You replied, probably snarkier than needed. "I fully expected this to be a we fuck and I sneak out in the morning thing. Now I have the hottest fucking man I've seen laid in front of me and I can't think of what I want to do with what has to be a reward for something in a past life." You rambled, only cutting yourself off to breathe.
With some newfound confidence from your words he brought his hands towards you once again. Leaning up slightly he managed to guide your shirt off, leaving you in only the bra you were starting to wish was fancier now.
He kept his hands on you, holding your waist to keep you still where you sat on his pelvis. His thumbs started to trace random shapes against your skin as you started to slow your breathing.
"We have all night." Leon whispered. "You can do whatever you want, every single thing you want I'm yours for."
You took a second to compose yourself from his words. Moments later you finally undid your bra, dropping it onto the floor next to his bed. His teeth sunk into his bottom lip as he stared at your breasts, his hands twitched upward, hardly stopping himself.
"Like the view?" You giggled, bringing your hands back down to trail across his chest.
"I'd be an idiot not to." His voice was deeper than before, a slightly strained tone as he continued to look up at you.
"Does your job allow marks not caused by psychos?" You asked, a plan of the night starting to form in your head.
Leon laughed, the act shaking him and causing you to almost lose your balance. He whispered a small apology, helping to steady you before stopping.
You moved yourself back, allowing you to comfortably lean down and press a kiss against his collar bone once again. His cock twitched beneath the pants he still begrudgingly had on, pushing it into your stomach with the new position.
You took your time, his words echoing in your head. You wanted to map out every scar, feel how every one felt beneath your lips. An intimate act no doubt but something that felt painfully necessary.
Leon had no complaints. Letting out slight groans when your lips grazed across newer scars, sinking into the mattress at the older. His hand came to rest against the back of your head, applying no pressure as you moved.
Once you were confident that your lips had touched every uncovered scar, you started to move lower. Leon didn't react until your hands landed on the worn belt buckle, looking up at him with an expression he hadn't seen in what felt like a lifetime.
"You're pretty close." He whispered, keeping his eyes on yours. "These pants aren't as thick as they seem, not much separation."
"I'd prefer if there wasn't any." You quipped back.
He whispered something, not loud enough for the syllables to reach your ears. But he nodded, taking a deep breath as your hands made quick work of the belt that could've been older than you.
It didn't take long for you to be face to face with his boxers, the bulge inches from your lips beneath the dark fabric. Testing the bounds you pressed your lips against it, hearing a loud groan from the older man.
The noise spurred you on, dragging your tongue across the fabric slowly. You watched as Leon shook, hand clenching into a fist against his sheets.
"Still think we have all night?" You asked, your voice dripping in sarcasm.
"I'm not in my twenties sweetheart. "It'll take a lotâfuckâa lot to get me across that finish line." His words were interrupted as you dragged your finger along the outline of him.
All you did in response was smirk, liking the idea of a challenge. You hooked your finger beneath the waistband and slowly pulled it below his cock. Leon let out a groan, shifting his hips enough to allow you to pull the boxers lower.
His cock was heavy, somehow larger than you believed. You could see it twitch under your gaze, making the allure only that much more intense.
The skin felt warm under your lips, even with the gentle touch. Leon's fingers dug into your skull for a split second before relaxing.
"You really enjoy teasing don't you?" He whispered, eyes burning into yours as you looked up.
You laughed, deciding to run your tongue along the base of him instead of replying. He muttered something under his breath as you continued your movements. His hips bucked slightly making you gasp.
"I think you enjoy my teasing." You spoke up after a few minutes of the action.
Leon groaned, obviously growing impatient at the slow movements. It didn't take much until you wrapped your lips around him, slowly sinking your mouth down onto his cock.
Curses flew from his lips, his eyes locked on you. You kept yourself steady, trying to focus on his gaze as you bobbed your head along him.
"Fuck, sweetheart, you're good at this." The hand on your head didn't budge despite the other clenching the sheets; still acting as a simple reminder of the touch. "Should let me do the same."
You pulled back at that, creating a popping sound that made you cringe but seemingly did wonders for him.
"Do you want to?" You asked, staring up at him still.
"Been thinking about it for hours now." He chuckled, sitting up slightly, resting on one of his elbows.
"Do you even remember how?" You joked, laughing as he scoffed. "Sorry sorry. I'll let you if you beg maybe."
It was a joke, it was very clearly a joke. Part of you was starting to wonder if he didn't really understand sarcasm, the only humor he could comprehend being those silly quips he kept making early.
Since he did beg, or ask very nicely really. He pulled you up carefully, sitting you on his thighs. There wasn't an ounce of shame in his words which shocked you, but at this point everything about him did.
"Will you, please, let me taste you?" He started, eyes burning into your own. "However you want, I'm yours to use tonight."
Hearing those words in the deep gruff voice of Leon Kennedy had your breath stop. You had to regain your composure before nodding.
Without a word you stood up. You quickly pulled down your pants, trying to ignore how awkward it was to do with an audience. Leon sat up as you managed to finally get them down your legs, underwear following.
You made your way back to the bed, sitting next to him and pressing a soft kiss against his lips before leaning back against the pillows with a wink.
He caught on, climbing on top of you almost instantly. Leon reignited the kiss, still allowing you to control the pace. His hands started to roam your body, never staying in one place for too long as they traveled lower.
You gasped into the kiss as a rough hand ghosted over your cunt. He groaned as a finger easily slid through your folds. The tip of one of them pressed against your entrance.
Leon pulled away from your lips, just enough to allow his hand between the two of you. You felt your heart skip as brought his finger to his lips, licking the remnants of you off with a moan.
"Can you slap me?" Leon asked suddenly. You gave him an odd look, a whiplash of emotions going through you. He caught on smirking slightly before he spoke. "Need to make sure I'm not dreaming, since you taste like one."
"Oh my god!" You laughed, shoving him away from you.
He joined, finding humor in his own joke. He continued chuckling as he leaned towards you again, pressing his lips against your chest.
Slowly he moved lower, looking up at you every so often as he did. Just as you were about to plead with him to do something, his lips finally moved towards your core.
He first kissed your inner thigh, looking up at you until you nodded permission. You felt his breath against your entrance, almost wanting to scream in desperation.
"Leon." You whined, hand flying to his hair, barely resisting pulling him towards you.
"Feel okay?" You nodded.
That was enough for him. His tongue ran along your slit, nose budding into your clit. Somehow, you think, the position didn't seem close enough for the man. As just as soon as he started, he was pulling your legs to rest on his shoulders.
He increased his intensity, getting more comfortable in his abilities the longer this went on. You could feel him moan against you, the vibrations aiding to the burning coil starting to form in your stomach.
"Don't be afraid to hurt me." Leon whispered, bringing his hand to rest against yours where it resided in his hair. "I can take a lot." He laced his fingers with yours, tightening your grip on his hair before forcing you to pull him closer.
You gave in, tugging harshly at the blond locks as he tried to devour you. Your thighs started to try and close around his head; Leon smiled against you the hand that was on your thigh unmoving, no attempt to stop you.
"So closeâshit Leon don't you need to breathe?" You moaned, almost unable to finish the question
He shook his head, the movement barely noticeable due to the grip you had on him. He said something, muffled far too much by you and the noises being made by his mouth.
He didn't even move when you came, completely unwavering as you dug your nails into his scalp. Every move of his tongue was calculated, working your through your orgasm until you pushed him away.
Leon didn't stray far. While he followed your lead, his mouth moved from your sensitive pussy to your thighs. He pressed soft kisses against the plush skin, trying to ignore the weird feeling of your cum on his face being spread across your skin.
"How'd I do?" Leon asked, slowly kissing his way back up your torso.
"How do you think?" You laughed, trying to sit up on your elbows to better look at the man while catching your breath.
"Can you say it, please?" His voice got quiet, eyes closed.
You took a second, trying to take in the pitiful look that had formed across the mans face. The way the light was shining on the both of you accentuated the grays littering his stubble and now messy hair.
Part of you didn't want to give him what he wanted just to tease, the other part just couldn't believe he did, really want it. Having a man twice your age, begging you for praise was not in any fantasy you'd ever had; it should've been.
"You did such a good job, being so good for me baby." You coo'd, catching yourself slightly off guard by how effortlessly it came out.
That seemed to be exactly what the older man wanted to hear. A smile spread across his face and the bright blue eyes met yours again. He moved further up your body, not stopping until his lips were inches away from yours.
"Do you still want to do this? We can stop now if you want." Leon whispered, breath hitting your face with every word.
"I think I'll die if you don't fuck me honestly." You tried to prove your point by guiding his hand back down to your cunt, making him feel how wet you still were.
Without looking away from your eyes, he pushed his middle finger into your entrance, slowly pushing it deeper until he couldn't any more.
He rested his forehead against yours as he slowly pumped the finger into you, much slower than needed. You wanted to whine, to try and make him move faster; but, he looked focused.
You felt his cock twitch against your thigh as he finally added a second, thick, finger into you. The stretch had your head thrown back for a moment, pulled back up by Leon's other hand.
"Keep your eyes on me, please sweetheart." The words made you feel like you were on fire, the weirdly intimate feeling from before coming back.
All you did was nod, trying your best to keep your head level against his, eyes staring into his. The eye contact was difficult, but you were reeling in his desperation to please you, to be good for you, that you managed.
"Leon please just fuck me already." You groaned, trying to push against his fingers.
"What if you're not ready yet? I don't want to hurt you."
You sighed, watching that submissively self deprecating look take over his features. It was a sweet worry, but you were far too desperate to appreciate it right now.
"Leon." This time your voice was harsher. His eyes went wide at your tone, better showing how blown his pupils were. "Thought you were going to do whatever I wanted?" You did your best to keep your voice stern.
"I am, aren't I?" He asked, voice low with worry.
"I asked you to fuck me, and you argued." He tried to speak, immediately caving when you shushed him. "So unless you don't want to, I don't see why you aren't listening to me." Your voice wavered slightly, but he didn't seem to notice.
"I do, want you so bad." His fingers quickened, thumb now slowly gliding across your clit.
"Then be a good boy and do what I ask, okay?"
Leon pulled away, nodding with record speed. He pulled his fingers out of you, bringing the hand to his mouth. You expected a repeat of earlier, but instead Leon spit in his palm, hand shooting down to his cock seconds later.
You looked down, watching as his hand ran across his shaft. It wasn't long before he rested the tip against your cunt, pressing against your entrance.
He looked up at you again, a questioning look on his face. The second you nodded he pushed himself into you. He moved slowly, allowing you to feel every inch of his large cock as it stretched your walls.
The second his hips were flush against you he paused, partly for your own comfort, but mostly to regain his cool. His breath was fast, it was memorizing watching the way his chest fell so fast.
"Let me knowâknow when to move." Leon stammered, his voice somehow deeper than before.
"Move, please." You whined.
Leon listened. He started slow, barely pulling out before pushing back in. His pace was slow, but the drag of his cock along your tight walls made it feel more intense.
You took in the view of him above you as he increased his speed. The way sweat was glistening off his chest with the light, the concentrated look settled deep within the wrinkles by his eyes.
You were able to keep your eyes on him until his thumb came down to your clit, matching the pace of his thrusts.
"God sweetheart you feel perfect." Leon moaned, ducking his head until it rested in the crook of your neck.
"So do you fucking hell." You whined, trying to fuck yourself against his cock. "Can you go harder?" You asked between moans, not wanting to push the man.
Leon laughed against your neck. He pulled back for a second, just enough to look you in the eyes before replying.
"Anything you want from me is yours." He whispered.
He didn't give you a second to take in the heaviness of the words. Instead, he pulled himself out of your cunt, leaving the tip inside. Instantly he pushed back in, repeating the act over and over again causing you to scream as you threw your head back into the pillows.
You heard him say something but the words didn't register. He leaned down towards you once again, lips pressing against your shoulder as he continued the brutal pace.
He shifted his hips slightly, managing to angle himself enough to push his cock perfectly into your g-spot. You felt him grin at your reaction, moaning as your thighs tightened around his waist.
"Fuck Leon, I'm close." Another whine, only making the man thrust harder.
"Me too honey me too." You could feel his cock twitching against your walls. "Need you to loosen your legs so we can."
You shook your head, tightening the hold you had. Leon let out a disapproving grunt, and yet he made no effort to push against you.
"Don't worry about it, wanna feel you." You whispered, clenching your walls around him.
"God you're dangerous." He almost laughed, cutting himself off with a groan.
It didn't take long until you came, pulling Leon closer to you as your vision started to go white behind your eyes. You couldn't make out the words he was saying, but you could feel his lips moving against your skin.
Through the haze you heard him groan, hips stuttering and a warm feeling washing over you as he came deep inside of you. You felt his cum start to leak out as he slowly pulled away.
Leon's hand slowly traversed down, brushing against your leaking hole making you shiver with senestivity. His index finger slowly swiped across the combination of you both, collecting it on his skin before pushing it slowly back into you.
He shushed you as you whined, weakly pushing away from him due to the stimulation. His lips met yours in a soft kiss, smiling into it as you both calmed down.
"You're so hot." You whispered, finally catching your breath.
Leon laughed, laying down beside you on the bed. He was quick to pull you against him, your head now resting against his chest.
"You're the hot one sweetheart." He mumbled, pressing a kiss into the top of your head.
You groaned, annoyed that he wouldn't accept the compliment but far too tired to put up a fight. His arm wrapped around your waist, holding you close to him.
"Next time I'm buying the drinks, okay?" Leon joked just as you were falling asleep.
summary: Leon isnât getting affection at home, and youâre pretty sure you can fill that role for him better than his wife could anyway.
word count: 2.8k
tags: cheating, smut, guilty sex, affair, drunk sex, not that drunk, oral sex f receiving, penetrative sex, dirty talk, gentle Leon, kinda mean Leon, older!Leon, unprotected p in v, cheesy one-liners and jokes
You knew the Kennedys from a safe distance. The tired, uptight wife and hardworking husband, the kid off in boarding school, the picket fence in a gated community. Working with Leonâs wife meant you knew very little about him. He had some kind of secret government job, whatever that meant. She complained about how often he was away, leaving her alone with their whole life to run, and honestly you empathized with her. But it was hard for anyone not to notice the state of their marriage, even at little office Christmas parties and picnics.
A simple kiss on the cheek from him had her batting him off like a fly, and god forbid he hold her at all. It would be a painful push-and-pull to witness, if you werenât so drawn to him. If his eyes didnât wander so dangerously. You could swear you saw him around the office more these past few months, dropping off a forgotten lunch or just âstopping byâ, never failing to catch you for a conversation. His hands lingered on your wrists or arm, only pulling away when his wife neared. He gave you just enough to be left wanting, if that even was his intention.
You had stayed late at the office that day, covering for your coworker on vacation. When you finally finished, you drove straight to your favorite bar nearby and ducked inside just as it began to rain. Dark clouds rolled in, creating the illusion that it was later than the clock read. Inside, you sat at the bar and ordered your drink before taking a glance around at the other patrons.
Mostly tired folks just off their shift, chatting with a friend or on their phone nursing a beer. To your left, however, sat a familiar brunette man.
âLeon!â You said, louder than intended.
His head snapped up from its drooped position and he knit his eyebrows at you in weary confusion. âWhatâr you doing here?â
From his stupid question, it was clear heâd been here for at least a couple of drinks longer than you. âJust got off work,â you scooted down to a stool beside his, âI could ask you the same question,â you paused, âbut I wonât.â
âThanks.â His half smile said enough. You both knew who was the likely reason for his lonely evening.
Not a word passed between you until the bartender set your drink down on the table and you took a sip. âSo, whatâcha been up to at work?â You poised hopefully.
Leon took a swig of his beer. âBoring, government stuff. Lotta paperwork,â he cleared his throat, âand a lotta dumbasses.â
You chuckled knowingly and nodded, âthat sounds all too familiar if Iâm being honest. Just a bunch of mindless corpses.â
He looked at you again, and heat rose in your cheeks. His lips were damp and plump from drinking, his eyes softer than you knew them to be, and god that stubble. You didnât know a man who could pull off the tired-and-unhappy-husband-drowning-his-feelings-in-alcohol look better. But Leon pulled off just about every look better than most men.
âWhat about you? Itâs, what, 6:30?â He checked his watch. âOnly 6:00, still. Not your bedtime yet?â He teased.
You groaned and took another sip, âSandyâs been off in Fiji for about a million years, so Iâm finishing up her reports for the quarterly meeting. Fuckinâ Sandy.â
âFuckinâ Sandy,â he echoed with a laugh. His whole demeanor changed in laughter, a smile splitting across his face and his shoulders shaking with mirth.
You ordered some fries from the bartender and soon enough, you and Leon were chatting away and sharing the basket. Each of your drinks were gone within the hour, your inhibitions dropping with each sip. Leonâs shoulders relaxed and he began cracking terrible jokes you couldnât help but roll your eyes at. His gaze drifted over you constantly, from lips to neck to places you swore you were imagining. You couldnât help it, either. That navy blue Henley hugged Leonâs features sinfully, the sleeves pushed up his thick forearms, daring you to keep staring far past what was appropriate.
His voice brought you back to the present. âHowâs, uh, whatever his name is?â When you made a confused face at him, Leon elaborated, âyour boyfriend, I assume. He was at the Fourth of July party this summer.â
A slight panic rose in you. âOh! Uh, yeah weâre not dating. Not anymore, I mean.â You fidgeted in your seat, conflicting emotions battling away in your mind through a fog of intoxication.
Leon nodded silently, a small smirk ghosting his lips. âSorry about that,â he mumbled, slurring the first word.
âYou donât seem sorry, Leon.â
His smile faltered, some internal battle raging behind his eyes. âI probably shouldnât have had that last drink.â It was hard to tell if he was joking.
You leaned forward and gingerly laid a hand on his resting on the bar. âProbably,â you whispered. It only took a slight turn of his head and you were face to face, alcohol-rich breath mingling in the air between you. You felt him inhale when you touched his knee, but he didnât pull away. You leaned in to his ear and slid your hand up his thigh, giving him time to push you off. âMaybe we could be honest with each other somewhere moreâŚprivate.â
He let out an uneven breath. âPrivate, right.â Leon glanced over his shoulder at the other drunk patrons nervously. âDonât try anything funny,â he joked.
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Leon hesitated for but half a second outside the hotel room, staring into the dark void past the open door. And there you stood inside, framed by black, beckoning him to join you. And lord forgive him, that dissolved the very last shred of willpower he had. He shut the door behind you and started. âSo, what should we-â
Your lips were suddenly hot on his, tongue sliding through his mouth with a rare longing. He relaxed into you after a moment and wrapped his arms around your waist, firm and reassuring. When you reached down and found his half-hard dick under his jeans, he cursed, âeager, are we?â You replied with a squeeze.
Hands fumbling with the zipper, you shoved his jeans down and palmed him through his underwear, reveling in each expression you coaxed out of him. Leon Kennedy, a full grown man, touch deprived and rutting against your hand before youâd really even started. You almost thought it was cute.
He kicked off his jeans and kissed you again, his weathered hands holding your face and deepening the lip lock further. You walked backwards and unbuttoned your shirt, then hit the wall harder than intended as Leonâs lips hungrily devoured yours. He broke the kiss only to trail down your neck, lapping and sucking at your sensitive skin. When he reached the hem of your bra and looked to you, it was hard not to drop to your knees at his expression. Determined, turned on, and fucking polite. At your nod he unhooked your bra and slipped it down your arms slowly, relishing in every new inch of skin.
âFuck,â he exhaled at the sight. Leonâs lips found your left nipple and a groan erupted from your mouth, your fingers tangled in his grey-streaked locks as you pulled him into your breast. His tongue swirled around your bud feverishly, coaxing out the gentle pleasure blooming in your chest. Your other breast was engulfed by his hand, groping and kneading and playing with your aroused peak. He devoured you with a desperation rarely seen in men his age, as if Leon would rather suffocate himself on your tit than breathe air so devoid of your taste.
His free hand slipped under your waistband and underwear, finding the wetness that had been growing between your legs since you saw him. âAll this for me, gorgeous?â He met your lidded eyes and when you whimpered in confirmation, he couldnât hold back his cocky grin.
âFuck off,â you moaned. Leonâs finger circled your clit and then pressed down, hard. You squeezed your thighs around him but he pushed them apart again, determined to make you fall apart on his fingers. Your hips ground down onto his hand, begging for more friction and he obliged. After all, Leon was just as desperate as you were. He watched your jaw go slack with each languid stroke, slick coating his fingers. You yanked your waistband weakly, watching as he dropped to his knees and pulled off the last pieces of clothing on your body.
His lips skated over your bare thighs, hot breath drawing goosebumps from your skin. His eyes met yours as he settled just above your core, light kisses teasing the soft flesh of your mound as you gazed down at him. Leonâs hair was in his eyes, mussed and perfect down there between your legs. And when his lips wrapped around your clit, your fingers clutched onto his scalp for dear life. You felt him groan into you, like he was devouring a dessert he rarely had the pleasure of tasting. The vibrations wound the coil of pleasure in your stomach impossibly tighter, your stubborn resolve crumbling by the second.
âSay it,â he spoke between each lick, his fingers teasing at your entrance, âtell me exactly what you want.â He sucked your clit between the last few words, punctuating them with your own moans. Two fingers slowly pushed into your tightness, breaking through and finding purchase deep inside, curling into your gummy walls. The pressure building in your cunt was becoming too much, too intense. You bucked into Leonâs mouth at the added stimulation, and he spoke again. âTell me or Iâll stop, baby.â
âPlease Leon, I need to cum! Fuck, please Leon,â you barely choked out, mind hazy with his fingers and mouth speeding up, working on you in sweet tandem. âIâm close, Leon Iâm gonna- please-â
Your head lolled back as the pleasure peaked, then crashed over you. His mouth stayed firmly on your clit as you rode out your orgasm, tongue swirling and lapping at it. It was at least ten seconds before you were back in your body again and tried to push Leon off.
He took a last lick up your folds before standing again, cock hard and dripping with pre. It stained the grey fabric of his boxers, and you could imagine his taste so acutely. You took a long look as he slid them down, the extent of his length now staring you in the face. Leon was thick and impossibly hard, pulsing with need, a mouthwatering vein trailed from base to tip. And there was a neat patch of light brown hair blooming from his crotch that framed the pretty thing. He stroked it lazily, flushed cockhead disappearing under his fingers with each pump.
Leon cracked up at your expression, âtake a picture sweetheart, itâll last longer.â You scoffed at his dumb joke and blushed in spite of yourself.
Without warning, he slipped his arms around your waist and hoisted you up, carrying you to the bed halfway across the room. You hit the duvet with a squeal, then watched as Leon lifted his shirt off over his head. It dropped to the floor revealing his practically edible pecs, his bulging arms that always strained against the too-small t-shirts he donned, and the v that pointed straight to his leaky cock. It was your personal wet dream incarnate. He crawled across the bed, muscles flexing slightly at each movement until he was on top of you, arms caging you in.
You grinned up at him, pushed him over by his shoulders and took his place on top. Leon wisely hadnât put up a fight, weak to whatever you wanted from him. Your lips connected in a deep kiss, heat and longing and guilt all passing between you, shared like your saliva. You moaned at the taste of yourself in Leonâs mouth, his chin still wet with your residue. Sitting back up, you took in the sight of him under you. He was breathless, pupils blown and hair a mess. You couldnât help but press kisses into his neck, his chest, and down his bicep, but you paused when you reached his left hand.
Leon went stiff under you, but your kisses continued. Over each finger, then down to the sensitive inside of his wrist. You slid his gold wedding band off smoothly and met his gaze as you tossed it towards the pile that was his pants on the floor. He erupted in a moan, and his hands flew to your waist.
âGetting ahead of yourself?â You teased, but Leon just yanked your hips down so he was pressed right up against your dripping cunt. His hands were iron when you slid back and forth, his head catching on your swollen clit. He guided your hips over and over, swallowing his grunts with each pass. You whimpered in frustration, âI wanna hear you, Leon. Wanna hear how much better I am than her.â
Leonâs heavy breaths slowed, chest rising and falling under you. He lifted your hips and you lined him up wordlessly, a string of wetness already connecting your heat to him. You dropped your hips down, and his eyes rolled back as his cock filled you. The stretch was unbelievable, filling your eyes with tears and blurring your vision.
âFuck, are you okay? We can stop if-â
âPlease fuck me Leon,â you found his gaze, âfuck me the way she never lets you.â
The soft, empathetic look melted from his face. Leonâs dick slid out momentarily, before fucking back up into you. Both you and him watched as his cock disappeared inside you again, groaning and cursing at the sight. âSheâs sucking me in, sweetheart. Wants me to stay-â he moaned.
He slammed up into you again. âLeon,â you were barely coherant, âs- so big.â The sounds filling the room were obscene, whimpers and curses and the slap slap slap of your lovemaking.
Leon looked entranced, mouth agape at your bouncing tits above him. His brain was useless, reason completely overrun with desire in this moment. The bruising grip he had on your hips released momentarily to flip you under him, ass up. He pushed inside you again and started up the pace once more. His hand pressed down on your neck, pushing you into the plush pillows as he fucked your wrecked pussy from behind. At this angle, you could feel him even deeper, and he was pounding into that part of you that made your toes curl.
âFuuuuuck take it, just like that. Take that big fucking dick, just what you were made for,â Leon was muttering, and you didnât know if he was even aware of it. âTightest cunt Iâve ever had, wonât be able to have another man once Iâm done. Gonna ruin this pussy for everyone else.â
His words sent a new gush to your cunt, and you clenched around him. Leonâs hand reached around and found your clit, dripping and pulsing and hot with need. You rocked your hips back into him as the familiar burn of pleasure rose inside you, and he slapped your ass hard. He was close too, his desperate hand rubbed and stroked your button with a telling fervor.
âYou wanna cum? I can feel her gripping me so- so fucking tight, you need to cum on my dick, sweetheart?â Leonâs words had an edge of cruelty to them.
You could only whimper and nod, so fucked-out by his thick cock sliding in and out of your tightness. You felt his chest press against your back and he planted a kiss between your shoulder blades, so much sweeter than his words. The pleasure was reaching a breaking point and all thoughts were flushed from your system, only the need for more, more, more of him. Leon all over you, only yours. You came with a cry, his cock pressed into that spot so deep, making you nearly go cross-eyed.
And just went you wanted to beg for more, he pulled out and stroked himself furiously over you. His sticky cum covered your ass, some stray ropes hit your back, and you felt more trickling down over your aching cunt. Leon groaned behind you, no doubt taking in the sight. You looked back and he grabbed a couple tissues from the nightstand to clean you up. He wiped his spend from your skin and flopped beside you, visibly tired.
After a few moments of silence, he broke it with a laugh, âI think you killed me.â
âOld man needs some ibuprofen?â He didnât even give you an annoyed look, he was so blissed out. You laid there beside him and stared at the ceiling, trying to come down.
Leon left the room after taking a quick shower, which didnât help your urge to proposition him for a round two. You slept well, just like you always did after a hookup, too tired for anything to keep you awake. The true weight of guilt didnât hit you until the next morning, when you walked into work and saw Leonâs wife at her desk. You hoped against hope that in time, this feeling would subside. Maybe you could meet her in the eye again without seeing the look on her husbandâs face as he fucked you.
summary: Medieval AU where the monsters are 'employed' by the royal family, and finally tire of serving humans. You, the kingâs daughter, are spared.
cw/tags: medieval au, princess reader, angst, smut, first time, dubious consent (reader is into it but also not in a good headspace), cunnilingus, vaginal sex, mentions of violence/death but nothing depicted, afab reader, she/her pronouns
The stone scratched against your bare elbows, unprotected by your nightgown, and you shivered at the cold breeze that drifted in from the window.Â
You imagined it was warm sand brushing against your flesh instead, and the thought calmed you. You wanted nothing more than to crawl out and huddle in your pile of furs, but it wouldnât be long until they came looking for you.Â
Think of the beach, water brushing against your toes. Think about anything but that.Â
You moved farther under the bed, suddenly wishing it was against two walls instead of in the middle of the room. The moonlight cascaded onto the bed like a spotlight, a target.Â
Two walls wouldnât save you, but maybe it wouldnât feel like you were strung up in the open, awaiting trial. Awaiting an execution you knew you deserved.Â
The door swung open, the hinges creaking.Â
âMy lady?âÂ
Long black boots greeted you, familiar yellow laces running up the front. It seemed almost like a dream to be met with Pierrot now: one in which the world flipped on its head, and monsters could lie with princesses. He entered your room just as he had done a thousand times before, and yet never had he come without fear. Soldiers werenât allowed in your room, especially not monsters. His voice was hesitant as it called for you, but not quiet. He wasnât trying to hide anymore.Â
The world had flipped, but nothing was gained without also giving something up.Â
You closed your eyes, willing yourself to wake up. To dream of a house by the coast instead.Â
It wasnât his fault.Â
The thought was easier to voice in your head than out loud, where the words would blend together with the shrill sounds of cries.Â
Was it your fault?Â
The bells on his costume jingled as he walked toward the bed. He wanted you to hear him.
When you finally opened your eyes, Pierrotâs face filled your vision, peeking into the space under the bed where you cowered. His eyes drowned in sadness when he saw your shaking hands and your gaze roaming his sullied skin. You saw him aching, just as you did, and you wanted nothing more than to pull him into your arms and hold him there forever.Â
But you could still hear the sounds of the gardener choking on his own blood just outside your window.Â
Was it the Doctorâs doing?Â
He always seemed to have a fascination with death, or the prolonging of it. Or maybe Harlequin, who loved to make a spectacle of things?Â
Youâd always known what they were capable of, and yet seeing it in front of youâŚ
Pierrot looked as though he might shatter with one harsh word from you, and he made himself small, as though his sagging shoulders would allow you to forget how he towered over you. âIâm sorry, my lady.â
You swallowed, mouth dry. The look he gave you made your heart break, but you were still afraid. âPierrotâŚ?âÂ
He spoke frantically, extending his hand toward you but unable to reach without jostling the bed. âI never meantâŚNothing will happen to you, I promise. Please, come out.â
He had never hurt you before, but things were quickly changing. Was he changing, too?
Pierrot backed up to allow you space to crawl out. Your knees scraped painfully on the floor as you did, but you could hardly feel it with the fear that numbed your racing heart.Â
He kept his distance as you stood, although his arms twitched toward you. The hands that had been trained to kill only longed to hold you now.Â
âWhere are the others?â you asked, knees feeling weak as you stood for the first time in hours. Your back ached from how you had contorted yourself under the bed.Â
You eyed the open door behind Pierrot. It would only take a few steps to reach.
Pierrot looked at you, eyes wide. Desperate, like a cornered animal. You wondered if you looked the same.Â
âAway, for now,â he said. âPlease donât run, my lady. I might enjoyâŚâ
He didnât give you a choice, suddenly wrapping his arms around you and tucking you into his shoulder.Â
âIt makes me want to hold you tighter,â he said, stroking your back. âForgive meâŚI know youâre scared, but I canât help myself.âÂ
He smelled like iron. Nothing like the usual sweet scent his clothes held from the cooking he liked to do; the treats he would sneak you.Â
âItâŚItâs okay, Pierrot,â you said. Was it?
âIâve wanted you for so long, and your warmthâŚI want to take you right now,â he murmured.Â
The wretched noises spilling in from the other parts of the castle compelled you to push him off of you, to fight even if your nails were dull compared to his claws.Â
But the truth was, you had always been soft on Pierrot.Â
He was stronger than Harlequin and faster than Jester, but they had never needed you as Pierrot did. It seemed a Herculean task to deny him, even while his face was still stained with blood. It was a small mercy that he had thought to wash away the red from his hands before he touched you.Â
Pierrot was in front of you, lips pressed to your own, just as youâd always wanted, but now you trembled in his hold.Â
Your room was adjacent to your fatherâs, after all.Â
Pierrot needed you the most. He always had, and now more than ever. This time, there were no humans to tell him he couldnât have you. No humans would be left alive in the castle, except for you.Â
It should have been easy to tell him no, even if your body would reveal the truth, but you were weak. You still wanted him, even as you choked down sobs at the thought of your father lying face down a short walk away.Â
Pierrot undressed you gently, even while he was feverish with need, wishing to tear the clothes from your body. âDo you see what you do to me? My body burns for youâŚâÂ
You could finally be together, but everything was wrong now, wasnât it?Â
All you wanted was to feel something. Anything, even if it wasnât sandy beaches.Â
âShow me,â you said.Â
He laid you down on your bed, your head falling onto your cold pillow, and crawled between your thighs, pushing them up to rest on his shoulders. Pierrot watched you from below, almost in disbelief. He smiled at you shyly, a blushing virgin despite everything.Â
It was disgusting, really, how easily you became wet at the slightest brush of his tongue across your folds. Neither you nor Pierrot knew what you were doing, but he seemed to act on instinct alone, touching and tasting you in all the ways that had been forbidden only hours ago. He held your hand when he did it, and that only made things worse.Â
âI love you, my lady. I always have, even when I wasnât supposed to,â he said, eyes shining as he held you.
You squeezed his hand, and he returned to sampling your flesh.Â
His movements were desperate, his arms gripping your thighs, and his thick tongue exploring you as though there was a chance you would disappear before him at any moment. He mustâve still been stuck thinking that someone would be trying to pry you away from him, but he had made sure there wasnât anyone left.Â
âYour fearâŚit tastes so sweet,â he said between kitten licks against your clit. âBut you shouldnât think of anything else, my love. You should forget everything else, except for me.âÂ
Then, he placed his mouth firmly against you and sucked. You squirmed as the pleasure warmed your belly, hips bucking against his mouth, begging him to consume more of you. Youâd never believed such pleasures would be possible for you; the future only held arranged marriages to humans who could never reach so deep into you.
The touch of another was different from how it had felt to play with yourself in the quiet of the night, and you could hardly contain your moans even as the shame poured over you in waves.Â
Did Pierrot plead with Jester to keep you alive?Â
Did your father plead the same thing to Pierrot?
You liked to think that the others were as fond of you as you were of them, but you knew Jester wasnât quite so sentimental: you were still one of them, after all, and how far you had fallen already.Â
What would the kingâs advisor, a man who had treated you as his own daughter, think of you now, allowing the monster who had killed him to feast on your cunt?Â
Was it as Jester said? That he deserved to fall? That they all did?
You didnât want to blame the monsters.Â
A caged bird would always peck out the eyes of its master to fly free.Â
Your father had given Jester command and power and expected his fealty to remain even when the king raised his hand against his own. He was foolish. Weak. He deserved it for what happened to her, but he was still your father, and so you mourned the man that poked the bear.Â
It was natureâs law that the weak would fall to the strong.Â
But what did that mean for you when your weakness only allowed you to beg for more as Pierrot pushed another finger into you, mindful of his claws?Â
He bent down to lap at your clit when the stretch became too much, the pain and pleasure melding together sweetly.Â
Had those same claws been the ones to end your fatherâs life?Â
You would have thought Jester, or maybe Harlequin, would want the âhonours,â but it hadnât been too long after you heard his last breath, hiding under your bed, that Pierrot had found you, with no sign of any of the other monsters following behind him.Â
Somewhere deep inside, you could admit that it didnât matter. Nothing could keep Pierrot from you, and maybe you didnât want anything to.Â
He was beautiful, even with his mouth messy from your juices and blood caked in his hair. He looked at you so sweetly, as though nothing mattered but you, and he smiled and blushed under your own gaze in turn.Â
Pierrot was mindful of your comfort, but there was only so much he could prepare you to take him. You had to be quick if you didnât wish for someone to come looking for you two. The thought made you shiver; the others surely wouldnât be as forgiving as Pierrot. Would Harlequin try to squeeze the air from your lungs? Would Jester enjoy bleeding you out?Â
Maybe they wanted you dead, and maybe they werenât wrong to feel that way.Â
You hadnât helped them when they needed you, when your father threatened to starve and beat them. You had tried before to save her, your beloved companion, and yetâ
She didnât deserve it.Â
You hadnât helped your father when he cried out, remaining hidden under your bed as though you were a child.Â
Maybe he deserved it.Â
You were weak. So weak.
All you could manage was to pick up the pieces after they had already shattered all over the floor. If the wolf who weeped was still a killer, then what was the wolf who couldnât stop her own father from leaving the ones she loved battered and bruised?
They deserved more than washcloths to clean their cuts and mere kisses to make them better.Â
Pierrot didnât seem to mind your weakness.Â
He helped you forget, the tip of his cock teasing up and down your folds, nudging your clit before he finally pushed himself into you, slow and steady until you were filled to the brim with him. There was something comforting about the way you two were joined, as though you couldnât tell where he ended and you began.Â
Where you didnât have to hate yourself, because that would mean hating Pierrot too, and you werenât capable of such a thing.Â
He clung to you, head buried in your shoulder, as he fucked you. His thrusts began slowly and tenderly, but soon Pierrot lost himself to the feel of your body beneath him and began to shove himself into you without pretence. He humped your cunt desperately, not able to bear being separated from your heat for more than the second it took for him to pull out and thrust back into you again.Â
âLove you, my lady! L-love you so much it hurts,â he whined.Â
Your hips ached as he pressed them toward your chest, and the stretch of your hole around him was almost too much to bear, but somehow you longed for more. You guided his hand down between your bodies to play with your clit, and his thrusts fell out of rhythm when it caused you to squeeze around him, the pressure building up and threatening to spill over. Â
You closed your eyes and pretended that you werenât here in your room, blood shrouding his love, and cries of lust and torment swirling together. You imagined the two of you on the coastline, far away from the kingdom. It might be messy to have your first time on the sand, but you didnât care. All that would matter was finally being able to have Pierrot, to watch him push into you as the sun set behind him and feel that there was no one in the world except the two of you.Â
You came to the thought of him filling you in this distant world where you lived in a little house on the beach.Â
Maybe the others would be there, too. Harlequin would sing you his tales, without the audience of nobles ready to deride him. Jester would catch you fresh fish, instead of spearing the chests of his enemies. The Doctor would have endless hours to dedicate to his gardening, instead of spending all his time in the dungeon, practicing lacerations on prisoners. Ticket Taker would be able to relax more, only having to worry about budgeting for your little household instead of the whole castle. She would be there too, with sweet smiles and pink bows, and she would bathe in the sunlight. You would take care of them, for a change.Â
They would love you, even when you were weak.Â
They would live, even when you were weak.Â
But once the pleasure faded, reality bled back into focus, with Pierrotâs eager thrusts rocking the bed and a mantra of sweet nothings pouring into your ear. Your body twitched underneath him, still sensitive from your orgasm but forced to take more of his love.
Your father was dead, and so was his advisor. The gardener, for sure, and likely the maids who had dressed you since you were a little girl. The daughters of the other nobles, who had been your dearest companions.Â
It reminded you of before, of when sheâ
Everyone who had ever loved you was gone, except for Pierrot.Â
Was it his fault?Â
âMy lady,â he moaned. âI want to fill you with me, m-make you mine.âÂ
Pierrotâs hips bucked against your own as he sank himself into you one final time. You could feel his cum, hot as it flooded your walls.Â
They deserved to be free.Â
He deserved better than you.Â
Pierrot clung to you, his cock softened, but remained inside of you. He was sure not to crush you beneath him, but he huddled as close to you as he could, pressing every part of himself against you.Â
Just for this moment, his body felt like warm sand, and you could pretend the moonlight was the sunset shining down on you.Â
summary: Medieval AU where the monsters are 'employed' by the royal family, and finally tire of serving humans. You, the kingâs daughter, are spared.
cw/tags: medieval au, princess reader, angst, smut, first time, dubious consent (reader is into it but also not in a good headspace), cunnilingus, vaginal sex, mentions of violence/death but nothing depicted, afab reader, she/her pronouns
The stone scratched against your bare elbows, unprotected by your nightgown, and you shivered at the cold breeze that drifted in from the window.Â
You imagined it was warm sand brushing against your flesh instead, and the thought calmed you. You wanted nothing more than to crawl out and huddle in your pile of furs, but it wouldnât be long until they came looking for you.Â
Think of the beach, water brushing against your toes. Think about anything but that.Â
You moved farther under the bed, suddenly wishing it was against two walls instead of in the middle of the room. The moonlight cascaded onto the bed like a spotlight, a target.Â
Two walls wouldnât save you, but maybe it wouldnât feel like you were strung up in the open, awaiting trial. Awaiting an execution you knew you deserved.Â
The door swung open, the hinges creaking.Â
âMy lady?âÂ
Long black boots greeted you, familiar yellow laces running up the front. It seemed almost like a dream to be met with Pierrot now: one in which the world flipped on its head, and monsters could lie with princesses. He entered your room just as he had done a thousand times before, and yet never had he come without fear. Soldiers werenât allowed in your room, especially not monsters. His voice was hesitant as it called for you, but not quiet. He wasnât trying to hide anymore.Â
The world had flipped, but nothing was gained without also giving something up.Â
You closed your eyes, willing yourself to wake up. To dream of a house by the coast instead.Â
It wasnât his fault.Â
The thought was easier to voice in your head than out loud, where the words would blend together with the shrill sounds of cries.Â
Was it your fault?Â
The bells on his costume jingled as he walked toward the bed. He wanted you to hear him.
When you finally opened your eyes, Pierrotâs face filled your vision, peeking into the space under the bed where you cowered. His eyes drowned in sadness when he saw your shaking hands and your gaze roaming his sullied skin. You saw him aching, just as you did, and you wanted nothing more than to pull him into your arms and hold him there forever.Â
But you could still hear the sounds of the gardener choking on his own blood just outside your window.Â
Was it the Doctorâs doing?Â
He always seemed to have a fascination with death, or the prolonging of it. Or maybe Harlequin, who loved to make a spectacle of things?Â
Youâd always known what they were capable of, and yet seeing it in front of youâŚ
Pierrot looked as though he might shatter with one harsh word from you, and he made himself small, as though his sagging shoulders would allow you to forget how he towered over you. âIâm sorry, my lady.â
You swallowed, mouth dry. The look he gave you made your heart break, but you were still afraid. âPierrotâŚ?âÂ
He spoke frantically, extending his hand toward you but unable to reach without jostling the bed. âI never meantâŚNothing will happen to you, I promise. Please, come out.â
He had never hurt you before, but things were quickly changing. Was he changing, too?
Pierrot backed up to allow you space to crawl out. Your knees scraped painfully on the floor as you did, but you could hardly feel it with the fear that numbed your racing heart.Â
He kept his distance as you stood, although his arms twitched toward you. The hands that had been trained to kill only longed to hold you now.Â
âWhere are the others?â you asked, knees feeling weak as you stood for the first time in hours. Your back ached from how you had contorted yourself under the bed.Â
You eyed the open door behind Pierrot. It would only take a few steps to reach.
Pierrot looked at you, eyes wide. Desperate, like a cornered animal. You wondered if you looked the same.Â
âAway, for now,â he said. âPlease donât run, my lady. I might enjoyâŚâ
He didnât give you a choice, suddenly wrapping his arms around you and tucking you into his shoulder.Â
âIt makes me want to hold you tighter,â he said, stroking your back. âForgive meâŚI know youâre scared, but I canât help myself.âÂ
He smelled like iron. Nothing like the usual sweet scent his clothes held from the cooking he liked to do; the treats he would sneak you.Â
âItâŚItâs okay, Pierrot,â you said. Was it?
âIâve wanted you for so long, and your warmthâŚI want to take you right now,â he murmured.Â
The wretched noises spilling in from the other parts of the castle compelled you to push him off of you, to fight even if your nails were dull compared to his claws.Â
But the truth was, you had always been soft on Pierrot.Â
He was stronger than Harlequin and faster than Jester, but they had never needed you as Pierrot did. It seemed a Herculean task to deny him, even while his face was still stained with blood. It was a small mercy that he had thought to wash away the red from his hands before he touched you.Â
Pierrot was in front of you, lips pressed to your own, just as youâd always wanted, but now you trembled in his hold.Â
Your room was adjacent to your fatherâs, after all.Â
Pierrot needed you the most. He always had, and now more than ever. This time, there were no humans to tell him he couldnât have you. No humans would be left alive in the castle, except for you.Â
It should have been easy to tell him no, even if your body would reveal the truth, but you were weak. You still wanted him, even as you choked down sobs at the thought of your father lying face down a short walk away.Â
Pierrot undressed you gently, even while he was feverish with need, wishing to tear the clothes from your body. âDo you see what you do to me? My body burns for youâŚâÂ
You could finally be together, but everything was wrong now, wasnât it?Â
All you wanted was to feel something. Anything, even if it wasnât sandy beaches.Â
âShow me,â you said.Â
He laid you down on your bed, your head falling onto your cold pillow, and crawled between your thighs, pushing them up to rest on his shoulders. Pierrot watched you from below, almost in disbelief. He smiled at you shyly, a blushing virgin despite everything.Â
It was disgusting, really, how easily you became wet at the slightest brush of his tongue across your folds. Neither you nor Pierrot knew what you were doing, but he seemed to act on instinct alone, touching and tasting you in all the ways that had been forbidden only hours ago. He held your hand when he did it, and that only made things worse.Â
âI love you, my lady. I always have, even when I wasnât supposed to,â he said, eyes shining as he held you.
You squeezed his hand, and he returned to sampling your flesh.Â
His movements were desperate, his arms gripping your thighs, and his thick tongue exploring you as though there was a chance you would disappear before him at any moment. He mustâve still been stuck thinking that someone would be trying to pry you away from him, but he had made sure there wasnât anyone left.Â
âYour fearâŚit tastes so sweet,â he said between kitten licks against your clit. âBut you shouldnât think of anything else, my love. You should forget everything else, except for me.âÂ
Then, he placed his mouth firmly against you and sucked. You squirmed as the pleasure warmed your belly, hips bucking against his mouth, begging him to consume more of you. Youâd never believed such pleasures would be possible for you; the future only held arranged marriages to humans who could never reach so deep into you.
The touch of another was different from how it had felt to play with yourself in the quiet of the night, and you could hardly contain your moans even as the shame poured over you in waves.Â
Did Pierrot plead with Jester to keep you alive?Â
Did your father plead the same thing to Pierrot?
You liked to think that the others were as fond of you as you were of them, but you knew Jester wasnât quite so sentimental: you were still one of them, after all, and how far you had fallen already.Â
What would the kingâs advisor, a man who had treated you as his own daughter, think of you now, allowing the monster who had killed him to feast on your cunt?Â
Was it as Jester said? That he deserved to fall? That they all did?
You didnât want to blame the monsters.Â
A caged bird would always peck out the eyes of its master to fly free.Â
Your father had given Jester command and power and expected his fealty to remain even when the king raised his hand against his own. He was foolish. Weak. He deserved it for what happened to her, but he was still your father, and so you mourned the man that poked the bear.Â
It was natureâs law that the weak would fall to the strong.Â
But what did that mean for you when your weakness only allowed you to beg for more as Pierrot pushed another finger into you, mindful of his claws?Â
He bent down to lap at your clit when the stretch became too much, the pain and pleasure melding together sweetly.Â
Had those same claws been the ones to end your fatherâs life?Â
You would have thought Jester, or maybe Harlequin, would want the âhonours,â but it hadnât been too long after you heard his last breath, hiding under your bed, that Pierrot had found you, with no sign of any of the other monsters following behind him.Â
Somewhere deep inside, you could admit that it didnât matter. Nothing could keep Pierrot from you, and maybe you didnât want anything to.Â
He was beautiful, even with his mouth messy from your juices and blood caked in his hair. He looked at you so sweetly, as though nothing mattered but you, and he smiled and blushed under your own gaze in turn.Â
Pierrot was mindful of your comfort, but there was only so much he could prepare you to take him. You had to be quick if you didnât wish for someone to come looking for you two. The thought made you shiver; the others surely wouldnât be as forgiving as Pierrot. Would Harlequin try to squeeze the air from your lungs? Would Jester enjoy bleeding you out?Â
Maybe they wanted you dead, and maybe they werenât wrong to feel that way.Â
You hadnât helped them when they needed you, when your father threatened to starve and beat them. You had tried before to save her, your beloved companion, and yetâ
She didnât deserve it.Â
You hadnât helped your father when he cried out, remaining hidden under your bed as though you were a child.Â
Maybe he deserved it.Â
You were weak. So weak.
All you could manage was to pick up the pieces after they had already shattered all over the floor. If the wolf who weeped was still a killer, then what was the wolf who couldnât stop her own father from leaving the ones she loved battered and bruised?
They deserved more than washcloths to clean their cuts and mere kisses to make them better.Â
Pierrot didnât seem to mind your weakness.Â
He helped you forget, the tip of his cock teasing up and down your folds, nudging your clit before he finally pushed himself into you, slow and steady until you were filled to the brim with him. There was something comforting about the way you two were joined, as though you couldnât tell where he ended and you began.Â
Where you didnât have to hate yourself, because that would mean hating Pierrot too, and you werenât capable of such a thing.Â
He clung to you, head buried in your shoulder, as he fucked you. His thrusts began slowly and tenderly, but soon Pierrot lost himself to the feel of your body beneath him and began to shove himself into you without pretence. He humped your cunt desperately, not able to bear being separated from your heat for more than the second it took for him to pull out and thrust back into you again.Â
âLove you, my lady! L-love you so much it hurts,â he whined.Â
Your hips ached as he pressed them toward your chest, and the stretch of your hole around him was almost too much to bear, but somehow you longed for more. You guided his hand down between your bodies to play with your clit, and his thrusts fell out of rhythm when it caused you to squeeze around him, the pressure building up and threatening to spill over. Â
You closed your eyes and pretended that you werenât here in your room, blood shrouding his love, and cries of lust and torment swirling together. You imagined the two of you on the coastline, far away from the kingdom. It might be messy to have your first time on the sand, but you didnât care. All that would matter was finally being able to have Pierrot, to watch him push into you as the sun set behind him and feel that there was no one in the world except the two of you.Â
You came to the thought of him filling you in this distant world where you lived in a little house on the beach.Â
Maybe the others would be there, too. Harlequin would sing you his tales, without the audience of nobles ready to deride him. Jester would catch you fresh fish, instead of spearing the chests of his enemies. The Doctor would have endless hours to dedicate to his gardening, instead of spending all his time in the dungeon, practicing lacerations on prisoners. Ticket Taker would be able to relax more, only having to worry about budgeting for your little household instead of the whole castle. She would be there too, with sweet smiles and pink bows, and she would bathe in the sunlight. You would take care of them, for a change.Â
They would love you, even when you were weak.Â
They would live, even when you were weak.Â
But once the pleasure faded, reality bled back into focus, with Pierrotâs eager thrusts rocking the bed and a mantra of sweet nothings pouring into your ear. Your body twitched underneath him, still sensitive from your orgasm but forced to take more of his love.
Your father was dead, and so was his advisor. The gardener, for sure, and likely the maids who had dressed you since you were a little girl. The daughters of the other nobles, who had been your dearest companions.Â
It reminded you of before, of when sheâ
Everyone who had ever loved you was gone, except for Pierrot.Â
Was it his fault?Â
âMy lady,â he moaned. âI want to fill you with me, m-make you mine.âÂ
Pierrotâs hips bucked against your own as he sank himself into you one final time. You could feel his cum, hot as it flooded your walls.Â
They deserved to be free.Â
He deserved better than you.Â
Pierrot clung to you, his cock softened, but remained inside of you. He was sure not to crush you beneath him, but he huddled as close to you as he could, pressing every part of himself against you.Â
Just for this moment, his body felt like warm sand, and you could pretend the moonlight was the sunset shining down on you.Â
Durin is not someone who you would be with if you wanted normal, plain vanilla sex.
Especially, especially if it's your first relationship/intimate relationship.
Because, Durin is a dragon at heart.
He's not a human and he never was and he never will be.
He's not going to kiss normally, it will be messy, desperate and slick, too much saliva and too much tongue. It's disgusting, but it's Durin. Durin is a dragon at heart.
He's not going to touch normally, it's exploring, mapping out and groping, there's almost no room for you to catch your breath before he's finding something new. It's unique and so, so odd, but it's Durin. And Durin is a dragon at heart.
He's not going to make love normally, it will be eager and avid, he'll test what makes you react differently and watch for what makes you fall apart, he'll look for what positions and actions test your resistance and patience. Everything he does and says and feels is because of curiosity and because it's Durin. And Durin is a dragon at heart.
Durin is not going to kiss you normally, he's not going to touch you normally, he's not going to make love to you normally.
And it's because it's Durin, and Durin is a dragon at heart.
(This absolute mess of a post was made because your Durin headcanons mentioned something about the fact that his kisses are really messy and kind of gross haha, I apologize for this absolute weird rambling, I'll try to not do it again if I ever come back in the future :), also P.S. if there's any spelling errors or something doesn't sound right, I wrote this very late at night and I don't have english as my first language so I am sorry, I also wanted this to sound more feral or more... I don't know, previously-dragon-turned-human-finds-out-about-intercourse-and-is-completely-unaware-of-how-to-perform-normal-sex? haha, I don't know, but I hope this wasn't absolutely brutal to read, thank you. Please enjoy the rest of your day.)
Durin is shy, inexperienced, and clumsy. But you are so sweet and caring. And you make him feel all warm and mushy his instinct can't help but scream at him to desperately take back what is rightfully his.
Durin is messy, eager to please, and half the time doesn't even know what he is doing or what reaction to expect from you. But he is doing this exactly because he wants to know, wants to understand what makes you keen, wants find out how far can he make you go, what spots you find the sweetest and what spots to stay the farthest from.
Durin does not make love, he mates. And mates are for life.
His nose burried in your hair, inhaling your precious scent while simultaneously trying to rub it all over himself. Sharp gasps escape his lips as the awkward angling starts getting to him, relying on pure instinct to keep his tail and wings out of the way when the only thing they are trying to do is cling to you just as hard as he already is.
By the end, he is always drooling, giving you adorable little kitten licks as his tail thumbs gently against your legs, wings curling protectively like a fairytale dragon would do over his treasure hoard.
He is messy, awkward, and disgusting sometimes. But he is Durin, and you won't have him any other way.
Warnings: yandere character, segguestive content (bordering on nsfw), infantilization (not in a sexual way), reader is gn but gets described as motherly once.
Durin's breath is hot against your neck as he nuzzles his cold nose onto your skin affectionately. Taking in your scent with deep, shuddering breaths that sound like weak, pathetic, little sobs to your bleeding heart.
He wraps an arm around your waist to eliminate any remaining distance between you, letting out a needy whine when you use the new closeness to gently caress his flattering wings. Pants tightening considerably as his back arches into your famiar touch.
"Are you feeling better now, sweetie?" You ask, painfully unaware of his current predicament as you try to comfort him in his supposed state of distress. Although you mean well, your babying voice sounds disgustingly condescendingly to Durin's ears, almost degrading in the way you speak to him like he is this poor, untainted creature that is incapable of sin.
But this is all what he is to you, isn't he?
A cutely innocent, obedient little thing meant to be protected, cherished, and catered to.
How naive.
His scaly tail curls possessively around your legs, pointy tail nestling between the soft flesh of your thighs in a teasing manner, hopingâ praying to garner even the smallest of reactions as he fights the urge to press the evidence of his desperation there instead.
But you remain undeterred, a sickningly sweet giggle escaping your lips as you insist on that motherly role that you placed upon yourself. Mistaking Durin's clear advances for him being too pure, too ignorant to understand what his actions might mean.
Humming, your hand moves to tug scoldingly on the base of his tail âusing actions to discipline him instead of words, like he is some rabid housecatâ fingers tracing random patterns on the hot sensitive skin surrounding it afterwards as an apology, too weak for his charms to stay mad at anything he does.
His wings shudder uncontrollably, tail's grip tightening on your legs as his thighs twitch for purchase. Purchase that Durin is desperately denying himself when he tries to muffle his loud whimpers against your neck. Distracting your worried self from checking on his ruined pants â pants he ruined from your touch aloneâ and stuttering hips, lest you take away that warm touch he craves so much of.
Your hands move to play with his hair as you hug him impossibly closer to yourself, thinking him afraid from some imaginary shadows like kids of whatever age range you assume his mental aptitude to be as you whisper reassuring sweet nothings into his ears.
Bits of clarity start coming back to him in the form of the many sensations he is feeling across his body, making him realize just how much of a mess he made out of himself; His face is hot, vision unclear from unshed tears of pleasure, and cheek sticky from him drolling uncontrollably like some godamn actual baby.
The tightness in his pants is gone, replaced with that uncomfortable slimy sensation of having his sticky load clinge awkwardly into his thighs.
Durin's face warms up even more the reminder, his grip on your waist growing firm again as his mind clears enough to let him leave the jelly state.
"[Name]?" Looking at you with those big sad orbs of his, he rubs his thighs experimentaly to test how bad it is. "C-can we take a bath, together, please? I'm feeling better now."
"Sure thing, lovely. Do you want me to heat it up?" You ask, not waiting for an answer as you give him a peck on that cute forehead of his before leaving to heat up the water.
He watches you disappear out of the bedroom with hazy, longing eyes. Hands fisting the mattress, lamenting another chance lost.
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