pov. it's your birthday โ and who better to spend it with than leon? birthdays are funโฆ there is cake, cake, cake.. and candles. oh and your age on the candles because thatโs always funโฆok iโll shut up just read this before u block me
notes. i got this idea from this post while i was scrolling like a fat chud on my feed.
content warnings. โธโธ fem reader, food play, blindfolds, dirty talk, eating cake off of body, explicit language, no proof read cause idgaf, thumb in mouth, finger sucking, chill and kinky dom leon, teasing, p in v, penetration
itโs your birthday. so cake, candles, and presents were mandatory, he knows that. but when your present wasnโt in your arms after he told you to close your eyes and have your arms out, your brow lifts.
โwhereโs my present?โ you ask, your tone leaking with your curiosity. his eyes look you up and down before scoffing. his palms slide down to the bottom of your thighs, lifting you up from your chair, his flexed arm muscles brushing against your sides.
your back meets the tableโs wood first. he walked off to the kitchen and came back, but placed his huge palm over your eyes before you could see what he retrieved for you. (both)
you smile while your mind wanders of what the present could possibly be. you feel his thick fingers pull down your shorts down your legs, slowly moving his fingers to grab on the rim of your shirt, lifting it up to expose your tits.
his palm stayed put on your eyes, his rough thumb slipping down to your smooth lips and rubbing it across them in a circling motion to open. when he gains access, his thumb falls in. your mouth closes around his thumb, swirling your tongue around his thumb. completely coated in your saliva, he pushes his thumb deeper in your mouth.
his thumb presses down on your tongue, feeling up on the inside of your mouth. suddenly, he pulled his thumb out of your mouth gently. โkeep your eyes closed.โ he ordered, his tone calm as ever as if he already knew there wouldnโt be any trouble with you doing what he said. he lifted your head up, and your brows furrowed instantly when a soft silk fabric covered your eyes.
he tied a knot with the fabric, and you let your head lay back against the table, the knot presses against the back of your head while you lay there.
leon makes his way to the end of the table, and between your legs. your eyes opening and trying to look through the fabric but failing. you feel him stop moving but hear a plastic container open. soon enough you feel him breathing on you through his nostrils on your inner neck.
a creamy paste smears on your body with the trail of him breathing on you trailing with it. it smelt like icing but you couldnโt put your finger on what flavor it was. โis that icing?โ you ask, and he chuckles.
he didnโt give you any clarification, you knew it was and so did he.
he slid the icing more down your body until it reached your lower stomach. you had lines of icing everywhere on your torso. his icing trail disappeared and so did his breath, your ears perk up for any sounds happening around you but he came back down to your body and started to lick the icing off of you.
he didnโt just drag his tongue against your skin, he made sure to add open mouth kisses and sucking along the roads of icing. his hands seeking your lower legs as he put them on his shoulders.
once he finished licking the icing off, he straightened his posture. his left hand rubbed your thigh to show you he was here still, and his right hand was putting cake on your stomach. he only added a bit before his right hand went to your mouth, his wide palm getting it on your cheek and chin.
โopen your mouth.โ he ordered and you did so. your mouth was met with your favorite flavor of cake, you were like a kid with a lollipop. he stuffs two fingers in your mouth this time. โsuck it slow.โ he told you, and you tilted your head a bit to angle his fingers more deeper in your throat.
you swallow the icing and bits of cake down your throat, but your thighs tense when he leans down. โaw, you nervous?โ he says to you, and you nod. his fingers take down your panties.
somethinโ bout his fingers in your mouth just excited him.
โdonโt move. just take it.โ he tells you, his mouth leaning down to your stomach as he licked some icing in his mouth and connected his mouth your pussy. his fingers slip away from your mouth, his hands going to your thighs as he gripped them to keep you still.
the cold icing and his wet tongue made your back arch, your hips trying to buck toward his mouth but leon disallowed it, his palm slapping the side of your ass and going back to holding you down.
you moan, your mouth hanging open while he sucked these noises out of you. the heat of his breath made you shiver. your hips jerk around, and sway to ride through the pleasure, rambling to him as well.
โoh my godโ you breathlessly say, and he sucks your pussy once more before standing straight up. โoh my god?โ he repeats what you said, your ear picked something up that he grabbed something off the table. he pressed on something and buzzing started to ring in your ear.
โoh my god?โ he repeats again, softly slapping my cheek to catch your attention. the buzzing device started to sound as if it was going farther away. it then found its place on your clit, the vibrating sensation vibrates your whole pussy. your jaw dropped, already squirming from the powerful device. โsay my name, not god.โ he tells you.
you buffer for a second, your body locking up from the overwhelming vibrating against your clit. โleon, leon,โ you moan out, your body locking up once again. โi canโt, i canโtโtake it.โ you babble, rocking your body up and down as the fuzziness in your mind overflows.
โyou feel so good.โ you tell him. your hand going to his arm and holding onto it (for dear life) โi know, thatโs the point.โ he responds, keeping the vibrator firmly on your clit.
your moans gain volume, echoing around the dinner room. your jaw went slack again, your hips squirming, and he forced you still while that vibrator stayed put on your clit. โi canโt take it.โ you cry out. โi donโt wanna hear โi canโtโ. you can.โ he tells you. โyou will.โ he adds.
a knot feeling builds up in your lower stomach, and your rambling continues. your body twitches and tries to escape the feeling, your body heating up. his grip keeps your lower half body still but your upper half of your body arches and moves around.
the feeling builds up, and your head tilts back, the knot behind your head driving into your skull. your back arches again, your mouth opens but nothing comes out, just a broken sound, a high thin whine that turns into his name again as the orgasm tears through you.
"leon, i'm โ iโm comingโ you say. your thighs clamp around his hand but he doesn't pull away. He keeps the vibrator there, riding you through it, watches you fall apart under him.
"that's my good girl.โ he teased with a smile, you could hear him smiling in his voice. โlet go. let go for me." he tells you, and you do. you shatter. waves and waves and his voice and the buzz and your own pulse drowning everything out.
it starts deep and tight, then snaps. heat floods through you in hot, pulsing waves. your thighs shake, your breath catches, and for a few seconds the world goes quiet except for the buzz and your own heartbeat. then you go limp, trembling, floating.
you thought it was done, but he drags a finger through the icing on your stomach, slowly, watching you shiver. then he leans down and licks it off his flat tongue. โso sweet," he murmurs against your skin. "you taste even better than the cake, you know that?" he said.
he moved up to your nipples, making sure you felt where he was going with his warm breath. he licks the icing around your tit, before placing a open mouthed kiss on your nipple and picking up the piece of cake.
his breath is warm, his voice is low. "such a good girl for me. letting me do this. letting me take my time with you." he tells you, he licks a slow stripe up your belly, tongue pressing just enough to make you gasp.
he licks the last bit of icing off your stomach and stands straight, looking down at you all spread out and messy for him. his cock is hard, pressed against his boxers, but he doesn't make any move to pull it out.
"you've been so good for me," he says, his hands going to his belt. the sound of his belt undoing made you feel all warm inside, preparing for his size. but instead of sliding it into you, he was dragging the tip of it through the leftover sugar on your belly, slow and teasing. "so patient. so pretty." he comments.
he was teasing. you hated it. because he was the master of it, and he knew it. you squirm, trying to push into him, but he pulls back just enough to keep you waiting. "not yet. i'm not done with my dessert."he lets the head of his cock trace a lazy path down your stomach, over your hip, dipping lower but never where you need it. his eyes are on your face, watching you tremble.
"you want it?" he asks, voice soft, almost sweet. "tell me what you want." he demands. he hovers right at your entrance, not pushing in, just letting you feel the pressure, the heat of him. "use your words, baby. you've been so good. i wanna hear you ask." he states, his tone sweet as everโlike he wants to give this to you so bad but doesnโt wanna beg.
your lips part, a slow shiver going up your spine. โplease.โ you breath out, your voice pushing out in a soft sigh. โleon, i need you so bad.โ you said, and he hums, low and pleased, and drags the tip of his cock through your slick heat, still not pushing in.
"that's it," he breathes. "that's my good girl. begging so pretty for me." he comments. he lets the head press in just a fraction, just enough to make you gasp, then pulls back again. "you need me that bad? say it again." he tells you while he watches your face, thumb brushing over your hip, waiting. "tell me again. tell me what you need."
you roll your eyes, thankfully, he couldnโt see. โstop teasing me.โ you complain, your brows pulling into a scowl. โgive it to me, leon.โ you say, mentioning his name to catch his attention.
he finally gives in and lines himself up and pushes inside you, but it's slow. so slow. your body stretches around him, tries to accommodate, and your breath catches sharp in your throat.
"oh, oh godโ" you whine out. he's big. you forget every time, but get the rude awakening when his mushroom tip pushes its way in you. the pressure is intense, a deep full ache that makes your toes curl and your fingers dig into his arms.
he stops halfway, lets you breathe. his jaw is tight, his forehead pressed to yours. "you okay?" he asks, voice strained. "i know. i know. just breathe for me." he said in your ear. you nod, but your legs are shaking. he feels huge inside you, stretching you open in a way that's almost too much. your walls flutter around him, trying to adjust, and he groans low in his chest.
"so tight," he mutters. "fuck. you feel that? feeling me stretch you?" he waits. gives you a second. then he pushes deeper, another inch, another, and you whimper, gripping him harder. "shh. i've got you. you can take it. you're doing so good." he encourages, softly.
he finally bottoms out, buried all the way, and stays still. his breathing is heavy, yours is ragged. "there. you took all of me. see? you can take it." he told you, despite your mouth being agape and legs now shaking.
he starts to move. slow. so slow you feel every inch of him dragging against your walls, the ridge of his cock catching on the way out, pushing back in deeper than before.
"that's it," he breathes against your throat. "feel that. feel how deep i am." he says. his pace is lazy, but itโs deliberate, each thrust a long, heavy press that fills you completely, makes you feel every vein, every twitch of him inside you. he pulls out until just the tip remains, then sinks back in, letting you feel the stretch all over again.
"you feel that?" he asks, voice low, almost a whisper. "feel how hard i am for you? how thick?" he asks, and you whimper. you can't help it. he's so deep, so full, and he's not even trying to be fast. just torturous, sweet, and unhurried.
he dips his head down and licks a stripe across your collarbone, then closes his lips around the soft skin of your shoulder, sucking gently. his hips keep that same slow rhythmโpush, hold, pull, push again.
"taste so good everywhere," he murmurs against your skin. he moves lower, teeth grazing your nipple before he takes it in his mouth, laving it with his tongue while his cock slides deeper inside you.
your back arches. he groans, pleased, and releases your nipple with a wet pop. "you like that? you like feeling me everywhere?" he asks, he knows you canโt answer, heโs overwhelming you.
he fucks you deeper. a slow, grinding thrust that presses him right against that spot inside you and stays there, rocking slightly, while his mouth finds your ribs, your stomach, kissing and licking down your body like he's still eating cake off you.
"i could stay right here forever," he says, lips brushing your hipbone. "buried in you. tasting you. watching you fall apart." he talks, keeping you in the feeling but also showing you heโs still here.
his pace doesn't pick up. he keeps it slow, deep, punishing in its patience. every thrust is a reminder you're his, he's inside you, and he's not done with you yet.
he stays buried deep inside you, hips barely moving now, just a slow rock that makes you feel every inch of him throbbing. his mouth traces a wet path up your sternum, tongue flat, tasting salt and sugar.
"you're in charge tonight," he murmurs against your skin. "it's your birthday. you tell me what you want." he says. he pulls out slow, agonizingly slow until just the head catches at your entrance, and stops.
"you want more? want me to fuck you deeper? faster?" he asks. he hovers there, waiting. his cock is slick with you, heavy and hard, and you can feel him twitch against your opening, desperate to push back in but holding back because he's waiting for you.
"or you want me to stop? take a break? get you some water?" he questions, sending a soft kiss to your lips. "your call, birthday girl. i'm yours tonight." he stated while he watches your face, patient, thumb stroking your hip while he stays right on the edge of you, not moving, letting you decide. โmore, deeper, please.โ you murmur.
he exhales slow, like your words hit him right in the chest. "yeah? deeper?" he taunts.
he pushes back in, one smooth motion, sinking deeper than before. hips flush against yours, no space left between you. you feel him everywhere. the weight of him pressing down, the stretch of him filling you, the slight pulse of his cock inside you.
"like that?" he asks, voice rough. "that deep enough?" he questions, but he doesn't wait for an answer. he starts moving again, slow and deliberate, each thrust a long, heavy push that bottoms out and holds. his mouth finds your throat, sucking gently at the pulse point while his hips grind against you.
"you feel that? feel how deep i am? how full?" he asks. he reaches down, fingers finding your clit, circling slow in time with his thrusts. his breathing is ragged against your neck. your breath hitches, body twitching. "you're takin' me so good. takin' all of me. that what you wanted, birthday girl? me buried so deep you can't tell where i end and you begin?" he teased.
โshut up.โ you tells him and he picks up the pace just slightly. he smiles. still deep, still controlled, but with a sharper edge now. his lips find your collarbone, your shoulder, your chest, kissing, licking, sucking marks into your skin like he's claiming every inch.
"tell me if you want more. tell me if you want faster. you're the boss." he says. his hips snap against you, deep and full, and his mouth closes around your nipple, tongue flicking as he fucks you slow and deep through it.
"faster," you breathe, and something in his eyes darkens. "yeah? you got it." he tells you. he pulls out and slams back in, harder, quicker, the rhythm shifting from that lazy grind to a sharp, driving pace. his hips snap against yours, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room.
he chuckles. "that what you needed? that what you wanted?" he asks. you try to answer but the words come out broken, just a moan, your head tipping back as he fucks into you, relentless now. your hands scramble for purchase; the table, a chair, his arms, but everything is moving, everything is slick with sweat, and you can't hold on.
your nails dig into his shoulders, his back, gripping him like he's the only thing keeping you tethered. your legs wrap tighter around his waist, pulling him deeper, and you feel every thrust down to your core.
"that's it," he grunts, breath hot against your ear. "hold on to me. hold on, baby." he coos.
your fingers curl into his hair, his neck, whatever you can reach. your body is trembling, struggling to keep up, but you don't want him to stop. you can't form a sentence, just his name, over and over, as he pounds into you.
"leonโ leonโ" you manage to squeeze out, "i know. i know. i've got you." he quietly says to you. one arm wraps around your waist, anchoring you, and he fucks you harder, deeper, faster and you cling to him like he's the only thing real in the world.
you're gone before you even know it's happening. the coil in your belly snaps without warning, sharp and sudden, and you cry out as the orgasm rips through you. "oh fuckโ leonโ" you whine. your body clenches around him, tight and pulsing, wave after wave. your legs lock around his waist, your nails raking down his back, and you're trembling so hard you can barely hold on.
he groans, deep and guttural, feels you grip him, feels you come apart on his cock. "that's it," he breathes, voice wrecked. "that's my good girl. let go. let go for me. feel you squeezing me so good." he rambles in your ear, him coming apart at the same time as you.
he doesn't stop, he keeps thrusting through it, slow and deep, riding you through every aftershock, watching your face twist with pleasure, and your mouth open.
you feel him fill you up and both of you cum at the same time. "so pretty when you come. so perfect. all mine." he says. you pulse around him again, softer this time, and he finally stills, buried deep, letting you flutter and clench around him as you recover from coming. his forehead presses to yours, both of you breathing ragged.
"there you go," he whispers. "there you go, birthday girl. you did so good." he said.
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