rookie leon is such a frat boy not in a fully douchey sense but like one that makes himself seem sweet on the surface just to end up being the one who spikes your drink at a party and rapes you after playing the nice guy who takes you back to your dorm
For someone whose life has always been ruptured by the hostility of his past, all he wanted was tranquility in his home.
And he couldn’t even get that.
Not when a girl half his age would pester him around the cheap trailer park whenever he went out for fresh air or for anything else that required him to leave the house.
“What’cha doin’?” This, “Can I come?” That. You were basically like a puppy trailing after him, no matter what he was busy with. Leon wasn’t dumb. He knew you had a crush on him.
He was afraid someone might’ve believed that he was making you follow him around and spend time with an older man like him, but he’d never wanted anyone off his ass like he wanted you to give him some peace.
Well, at least that’s what everyone thinks.
Your secret affair began when he was fixing his pickup truck. He would sometimes allow you to kiss his cheek between breaks just to get you to shut up, but with time, those small pecks turned into more intimate kisses and later more than just kisses.
Maybe he wasn’t good with words, but what he lacked verbally, he made up for physically.
Tonight, Leon drove out of town to run some basic errands. Of course, you tagged along, because he had accepted the fact that you going wherever he went had become a routine.
“You didn’t buy the strawberries! Did you forget them?” You whined at him, resulting in Leon tutting and shaking his head.
“I already have strawberries at home, you don’t need more.”
“But they’re not fresh ones.”
Leon sighed with the furrow of his brow that followed. Did he have to explain everything to you?
“Kid, ripe or not, they’re strawberries. And I have them, alright? No more fussing, I like you better when you’re grinning stupid.”
“Fineee.. grinning, right. Only grinning? Or do you… like-like me?”
Oh, he knew where this was going. “I do like-like you, but don’t go around making a big deal out of it, alright doll?”
The corners of his lips turned up when he glanced at your grinning face while pulling over next to a corn field. Usually, when he pulled over, it meant that you could crawl into his lap safely.
Trailer homes had thin walls. As much as he’d love to fuck you against his cheap mattress, the consequence of what would happen after— including complaints— was an obvious dealbreaker to him.
The moment he felt your weight on his lap, his rough palms found your hips to hold you against him. His tongue sought after yours while he pushed your underwear aside under the flimsy and cheap cotton dress you were wearing.
“Already so wet for me? So pretty.”
He shuffled beneath you to open his belt and let his hard dick spring out of the jeans that were restricting him a minute ago. As much as you loved dry-humping and foreplay, he needed you now. And according to how wet your pussy looked to him, so did you.
His lips brushed against yours, mirroring the way his tip was rubbing against your soft cunt before you sank onto his length. Leon’s moans, along with yours, were harmonious and a clear sign of mutual satisfaction. At least you knew he tolerated you through moments like these.
“That’s it, dollface. Fuck yourself on my cock.”
One of his hands tugged your dress higher, letting you rock your hips against him. With every thrust, his soft-pink tip would hit your cervix repeatedly.
Leon lifted his free hand to deliver a loud spank, hard enough to sting until tomorrow, but not too painful either. Your reactions always fascinated him, because even with every spank he gave, you were still determined to ride his cock through the stinging sensation. He expected you at least to stop for a second to let the sharp burn pass, but you didn’t.
“You keep bouncing on my cock like that, and I might just cum if you keep it up, sugar pie.” His words immediately motivated you to hump him quicker, your fingers tracing over the exposed skin of his chest near his neckline.
“C’monnn- cum w’me-“ You babbled breathlessly right before he obliged to your wishes. Your walls clenched around his ejaculating dick, feeling every part of your womb getting filled up by his warm seed.
He kept you glued to him like this, just to keep you full of him for a while longer, rather than driving back home. It’s late, though. You should be home, but the content smile on your face reassured him that maybe you genuinely enjoyed his presence, even if he used to push you away constantly.
And for a moment longer, he just sat with you wrapped around him in the driver’s seat while crickets and windy crops filled the atmosphere around you.
I've taken 95 calls at work (one hour left before I leave). If I get to 115, I'll upload a draft I have of Farmer! Leon x crazy wife! Reader jiji ʚɞ ⁺˖
I've taken 95 calls at work (one hour left before I leave). If I get to 115, I'll upload a draft I have of Farmer! Leon x crazy wife! Reader jiji ʚɞ ⁺˖
since your mom and toji had just gotten married a few months ago, you didn't really know much about his friends. so when they came over to watch some kind of sports match in the basement with him, he obviously had to introduce his gorgeous new stepdaughter to them. his pretty, and very shy, stepdaughter who wasn't expecting her stepdad to reveal their secret to his friends that day.
i mean, you'd only been sneaking around with him for a month now. did he really need to tell everyone already?
words hadn't been enough for his friends anyways. they hadn't believed him; said you looked too innocent and too much of a good girl, so he'd taken matters into his own hands, literally, or you wouldn't have found yourself on your stepdad's lap, legs spread and the crotch of your shorts pulled to the side. you'd hidden your face with a pillow, too shy to face his friends while toji's large hand played with your little pussy, rubbing your clit in circles while occasionally dipping the tip of his fingers in the wetness forming in your hole.
“lucky bastard..." you heard one of his friends mutter. you peeked behind the pillow at them, your eyes widening when you spotted their hands on their bulges, stroking slowly.
“don't hide that pretty little face from daddy's friends, baby” toji whispered in your ear, making you whimper.
he pulled his hand away from your pussy to lightly slap your cheek, moving the pillow away before immediately shoving two fingers into your mouth. your face was beet red at this point, yet you still started sucking on his fingers obediently, feeling his friends' eyes on you. once his fingers were slick enough, he moved his hand down and slapped your clit teasingly before easily sliding his fingers inside you; your pussy was dripping by now.
“o-oh... fuck" you closed your eyes, moaning softly as your hips bucked into his hand unconsciously. “more...”
you heard toji snicker and his friends chuckle.
“that little hole must be so tight” his friend said, groaning softly when he watched toji's finger slid deeper inside you, eliciting a whimper from your mouth.
you started hearing rustling noises and knew they were enjoying themselves now.
“you have no idea” toji shifted a bit and leaned down to capture your lips in his, swallowing your moans as he started curling his fingers repeatedly inside you, hitting that spot that made your eyes roll.
your hand reached down and wrapped around his wrist, digging your nails into his skin as your orgasm approached.
"p-please, fuck...” you whined, biting your lip. “i-i'm close”
his movements sped up until your legs shook, a high-pitched moan ripped from your throat and your pussy clenched around his thick fingers, coating them in your sticky arousal.
“such a good girl for your stepdad...”
hi guys, this is my first ever post here and i tried to make this good cs apparently i only think abt ideas but not about the whole written thing 💔
anyways, i'll get better over time (trust 🤞) and i'll take requests ofc
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You really shouldn't be messing around with Leon—your dad's best friend—at all. Especially when he's got a son around your age who would've been more fitting for your.. needs. But here you are, bent over his kitchen counter with your cunt eagerly taking every inch of the middle aged man's cock.
"Shitt, you take me so well princess." Leon groans, watching as your plush ass ripples with every thrust.
Your fingers scrabble for purchase on the marble, moans spilling out uncontrollably as he hits that sweet spot inside you over and over. You're so close when your phone buzzes loudly on the counter next to you.
Leon thrusts just slow enough to glance at the screen, a wicked grin spreading across his face when he saw the name. "Oh, it's your dad," he murmurs leaning over you with his chest pressed up against your back. His cock now buried to the hilt twitching inside of your spasming cunt. "Answer it."
"Nonono, leon, please-" you whimper and shake your head at the depraved thought.
Leon thrusts hard once in response, making you gasp. He reaches around to swipe 'accept' before you could stop him, putting it on speaker.
"Hey sweetheart," your dad's voice came though, casual and oblivious, "just checking in. You said you were staying in tonight, everything okay?"
Leon pulls out almost all the way, then drives back in brutally slow, letting you feel every warm inch. You bite your lip so hard it nearly draws blood as you try to keep your voice steady, "y-yeah dad…. m' good, just cooking."
His hand slides up your stomach, pinching a nipple hard enough to make your pussy clench around his cock. You can feel him starting to fuck you again. This time in deep and deliberate strokes making your thighs shake.
"You sound out of breath," your dad's voice cuts in, "you sure you're alright?"
Leon leans close to your ear, "tell him you're fine, don't want him finding out his little girl Is a cock-drunk slut, hm?" He whispers speeding his pace up a little bit.
"I'm—ah—fine, really," you respond, voice cracking as Leon's thick cock drags against your tight walls. "Had to run back to the kitchen before this 'cause my pasta was burning."
your dad chuckles, “alright, kiddo. call me tomorrow, yeah? love you.”
“love you t—” the word breaks into a stifled moan as Leons slams in particularly deep. His fingers find your clit rubbing tight circles over it before the line clicks dead. Leon snickers amusingly, yanking your hips back harder against his pelvis. “Think your daddy noticed that his daughter’s actually getting fucked by the man he trusts most? Mmh that got ya squeezing my dick real hard, huh..? dirty girl.”
My wife hates me, I might as well jump off a cliff
Requiem! Leon x wife! reader
Summary: An argument erupted between Leon and his wife, and now he's doing anything he can to gain your favor back. [ Desperate! Leon. Jealous! Leon. Downbad! Leon. Lowkey crazy Leon ] 3k+ words
Warnings: kinda toxic relationship?? Depends on how you view relationships like this lmaoo. Down bad Leon, I mean this man is desperate for attention from his wife. Not really edited since I did this at 3 am. Implied smut. I would have wrote smut but I’m tired lmao
Married life had it's ups and downs especially when you're married to a government agent who constantly leaves on missions for weeks to months on end. You made your peace that being married to Leon would be difficult. But it doesn't always mean you always agreed with some of things your husband does.
And Leon knew this. Yet, he pushed his luck this time. Perhaps Leon got used to believing that whatever he did - you would always come back to him. Oh, how wrong he was. He believed that after the argument yesterday over how allowed the newest rookie flirt with him and not set boundaries, Leon thought there was no reason to when he was just training them, and nothing had happened. Like a dumbass, he believed that it would blow over.
Nope.
Leon was utterly wrong. The bed was empty. That was odd because he had been a light sleeper since Raccoon City outbreak so how did you slip past him during the night? You were a FOS agent, a woman behind the chair; someone who absolutely refused to go out on field work because you claimed you didn't want the trauma that followed or smell like shit after each mission like Leon would each time he came back from one.
That was the first instance on the day. He was sure you'd get over it by breakfast time, so he took his time showering, got dress for work begrudgingly needing to write reports for the last mission he did. As soon Leon entered the kitchen, you were gone.
Now frustration took over him because morning time was one of the times he had alone with you before the bullshit at work. Leon barely got to see you at work since your department was several floors below his and to see the well-crafted routine over the course of your marriage; it irked him. He hated his routine being disturbed at home especially when it was the only source of normalcy he had.
And what irked him worse? The stupid green neon sticky note plastered on the fridge, he ripped the note from the fridge and took a closer look.
Gone to work. See you later.
Cold and distant. His fingers crumbled around the note harshly and let out a deep, rumbling bitter laugh. "What are we fucking five?" Leon grumbled under his breath. He couldn't understand why you were jealous over some rookie agent he was training - he only loved you; no one else, it was ridiculous! Fine, he can give you the silent treatment too if you wished to avoid him.
A day passed.
Leon was losing his fucking mind at the silent treatment. He cracked first. He came up to the FSO department with a bag from your favorite restaurant — you turned him down by giving the contents of food to Hunnigan who gave him an apologetic smile.
That didn't work. Next, Leon tried making excuses coming your department and hanging around asking Hunnigan meaningless questions that only you would know to answer but you never once looked at him! He was becoming more desperate by the hour, silently grabbing files that you had done which wasn't just job might he add to go take them to the old lady that worked in the filing department.
He constantly refilled your coffee and you stopped drinking hoping he'd go back to his department. He didn't. He tried getting your attention any way he could during work hours — nothing, absolutely no response from you. So he couldn't get your attention at work, there was always home.
Leon fixed everything and anything he could around the house. Stuff that needed to he fixed like the sink or the way the toilet flushes down to items that didn't need fixing like the fridge to stay in the kitchen while you cooked dinner just to sneak glances while he sighed very loudly to capture your attention.
Nothing still. Leon went outside to wash your red Porsche to make it look brand new for whenever you used it. Hell, he took your car to go to the nearest name brand stores to buy you almost everything he can find you would like. He came home almost proud, almost believing you would crack as he littered the shopping bags around the living room with a prideful huff.
He turned and his eyes narrowed. You weren't even looking at him! Leon gave up and sighed frustratedly as he made his way into the kitchen with defeat.
He was following you around at dinner like a lost puppy, his fingers were holding the back of your shirt as you prepared dinner. Forty-nine years old and Leon was acting like his younger self over his wife's anger.
"Are you still going to ignore me, sweetheart?" His voice rumbled, peering over your shoulder to stare at the side of your face. Silence. Nothing. His fingers tightened around your shirt and began tugging on the fabric. "I know you hear me, stop ignoring me. You have nothing to be jealous of.” His words almost came out like a plea.
More silence until, “I’m going to eat dinner in my office. Serve yourself.”
The utter audacity! Another routine ruined! Leon loved eating dinner with you. He loved to hear about your day and the gossip that came from romances around your department, how another intern messed up your files and how you would scold them; he wanted to hear your voice. And you denied him the pleasure as you grabbed your plate and hurried past him that his fingers slipped off your shirt going limp on his side.
He hadn’t felt this sort of rejection in years. And Leon fumed over dinner, poking and glaring at his plate.
But what made him spiral was how you never came to bed and you locked your office door! That didn’t stop Leon, he tried to pick the lock but he honestly sucked so he did the extreme thing and went outside of the house to the window to open it up determined to make you talk to him instead of this frustrating silence. His face peeked through the window seeing your eyes trained on the computer, ear piece in no doubt helping an agent on the field.
Leon should have left but he didn’t like the agent Xavier that you often assisted. The younger man overstepped at times yet he never said anything. Oh but the silence and the argument? He couldn’t care less what situation Xavier was in that you needed to help him. His fist raised and knocked on the window impatiently.
“I know you hear me, open the window.”
You looked up unimpressed and annoyed that Leon went on the roof and crawled along it just to get your attention. It would have been cute if he didn’t piss you off. You turned off your mic real quick to address your husband. “I hope you fall!” With a harsh pull, the curtains shut his view of you.
Leon stared at the blocked out window. Disbelief and annoyance crept on his face. For a moment, he considered breaking the window. As much he thought about it, he didn’t want another reason for you to be angry so he took a deep breath and scaled the roof back into his house. He was going to give up. It was ridiculous at their age on how you were behaving.
But he couldn’t blame you at the same time. You expressed multiple times at the discomfort of the rookie agent’s advances towards him; he obviously saw it but he only cared about his job on training them nothing more. Just a job.
Oh but Leon didn’t realize he was going to taste his own medicine soon.
Leon tried once again getting your attention the next day. Flowers were sent to your desk yet his secretary awkwardly told him you wouldn’t accept them. And now they mocked him on his desk as fellow agents were asking who gave him flowers and he would reply, “the grim reaper.” because he might as well be dead from the silence from his wife.
Hunnigan seemed to catch wind of their argument as you were complaining about the rookie who didn’t seem to take a hint Leon is married to you. While Leon was brooding with his hands deep against his face mulling over what to do about you, she leaned against his doorframe with an amused laugh. “Desperation doesn’t suit you.”
“Yeah? And what does? Blood?” Leon deadpanned, dragging his hands from his face and lazily tilted his head at her. “Guessing you know the details of the drama?”
Hunnigan simply shrugged. “It is awkward to have both of my friends in an argument like this. Sherry has been complaining about how her parents were getting a divorce.”
“A divorce?” Leon’s voice raised as he sat up straighter that his chair creaked loudly in his office. Surely the argument couldn’t have lead to divorce over some rookie agent?
Hunnigan blinked. “She was joking. You know your girl wouldn’t divorce you.” And Leon visibly relaxed and glared at her for the mini-heart attack he almost had. “Do you want my advice?”
“Anything would be surely helpful after the heart attack you almost gave me.”
“Then here’s a tip for you. She’s going out for lunch in ten minutes, just reassure her that you wouldn’t leave her for a rookie agent.” Hunnigan stated.
“I have been saying that.” Leon defended.
Yet Hunnigan gave him a deadpanned expression; hearing both sides of the story and being on both ends of what her friends were going through – she can confidently say that Leon had not reassured you of anything. “Really? Oh sweetheart I’m just doing my job, there’s nothing to worry about.”Hunnigan mocked his voice. Coming out of someone else’s mouth Leon cringed. It sounded terrible now that she put it that way.
His hands dragged along his face once again. “Fuck, I’m an idiot.”
“Majorly.”
“I should have reassured her that I’m not doing anything with the rookie.”
“Obviously.”
“You’re making me feel so much better.” Leon grumbled sarcastically. His body suddenly got up from his chair pushing it back fast and began making his way out of his office past Hunnigan. “Thanks for the help despite your clear bias.”
Hunnigan smirked because she always chose your side. “You got five minutes left.”
Leon didn’t need to be told twice. He immediately left the DSO department towards the elevators where he bounced impatiently as the elevator descended slowly until it stopped just before the lobby and in came the rookie agent Carmilla came strutting in. Her eyes immediately landed on Leon, sparkling the second she realized it was him.
Fuck, just what he needed before he went to see his wife. Carmilla started talking to him but he was half-listening that he didn’t notice her standing close to him, he was thinking of what he would say to you once he found you in the parking garage. He fought bioweapons all the time, his life was constantly on the line; he almost died multiple times on different missions but facing you? He’d let you rip his heart out if it meant it made you feel better.
“Uh-huh, sure.” Leon absentmindedly said.
“Really? Okay!” Her voice came out high-pitched that Leon cringed.
He wasn’t sure what he agreed to because the moment the elevator open, he immediately quickened his steps. It was easy to cross the lobby and out to the parking garage. His eyes looked around for the familiar red porsche that was the same brand as his; a gift he gave to you on your birthday.
The echoing of footsteps poured through the parking garage and his heart leaped, turning around to see if it was you. His twitching smile fell when it was Carmilla following him. He stopped walking and gave her a raised eyebrow, “did you need something? Because I’m in a rush.”
“Aren’t we going to lunch?”
Leon stared at Carmilla and stared as confusion settled on his features. “What?”
“You agreed in the elevator to going to lunch.”
“What? No I didn’t-” Leon realized when he was thinking of his wife and ways he was going to apologize that Carmilla must have asked him on a lunch date. Fuck, just what he needed. He didn’t need Carmilla believing she had a chance when she didn’t. “Rookie, there’s been a mistake. I’m not going out on a lunch date with you, I am married.”
Carmilla tilted her head and shrugged, stepping closer to him as she grabbed his upper arm. “Your wife doesn’t have to know.”
His eye twitched from the touch of another woman’s hands on his bicep. Before Leon could say anything, you were in your car a few feet away witnessing everything. Utter rage filled you from seeing the younger woman’s hands on him. Like any normal person, you should get out of your car and demand an explanation or trust your husband on handling the situation.
Perhaps there was a spike in your hormones because you did the most rational thing ever.
You tried to hit them with your car.
Leon’s eyes widened seeing the familiar red Porsche heading their way as the headlights came into view, his instincts of years of field work made it easy to pull him and Carmilla to the side. His lips fell open in disbelief gazing at you as the car window slowly rolled down half-way to expose your narrowed eyes were met with his. “Oops, I didn’t see you there.”
“Are you mad?!” Leon shouted, angrily pulling himself from Carmilla to grasp the handle of the car and began tugging it to get you out of there. “Get out of the car.”
“It was an accident, I was barely going ten miles per hour.” Which was true, you weren’t trying to kill him. You were just going to tap him with the car and he knew this – you wouldn’t actually kill him over some girl gripping him.
“We haven’t talked in days and the first thing you try to do is hit me with your car!”
“Oh, you survived worse.” You waved your hand mindlessly and your expression fell once again glancing to Carmilla behind him. “I hope you enjoy your little lunch date.” With a roll of your window, you blocked Leon’s furious gaze from your view, ending the conversation. The engine revved throughout the parking garage and you sped away for your lunch break.
Leon stood there in disbelief seeing his wife drive away after almost tapping him with a car he had bought her. Unexpected laughs came out of him as he stared at the spot she was once in relief. “Well, at least she doesn’t want a divorce.” And it was a relief because he had been spiraling the last couple days believing you would never acknowledge his presence again.
“Your wife is crazy!”
Oh, right. Her. Leon turned the side lazily and a deadpanned expression, “one of the qualities I love about her.” He had to deal with this. Leon couldn’t stand for you to be angry about this situation any longer, he would have someone else train Carmilla. He wasn’t going to risk his marriage over a woman who didn’t understand he is married.
“Aren’t you going to report her? She tried to hit us with a car!”
“Report her? No, this is her on a good day.” Leon quipped and crossed his arms over his chest.
“Then I’ll report her-”
Leon barked out a laugh. “No, you’re not.” His voice rumbled, stepping closer to her with narrowed eyes. “If you try to report her, I can easily report you for sexual work harassment. I have witnesses on your shameless flirting and I can have you fired given I founded this department. Or, you can keep this incident to yourself and I can point you to another supervisor where I do hope you learn your lesson on not flirting with married men.”
The threat was there, he didn’t like to threaten his co-workers but it was necessary. He couldn’t risk his marriage over some horny rookie. “The choice is yours.” He had scared her, good, she should learn her lesson on not being a weirdo. Leon turned to leave her alone in the parking garage where he was going to find you once you came back.
Leon waited outside of your department. Everyone at the FSO department knew you were married and allowed him in the department once you returned from lunch. He didn’t wait to see if you had something important to do, he went to the back where Hunnigan and you worked in. He had his thoughts planned out, carefully constructed reasons to plea with you that he did what he should have done a long time ago.
He pushed open the door and his mouth opened to explain himself but his lips closed seeing Xavier leaning over you, his arms caged in on either side of you as you worked on the computer typing away. A white hot flash of jealousy that he hadn’t felt in a while filled him. Leon always was secure in the marriage, he never had reason to believe you would commit infidelity and break your vows.
Yet, the mere sight of this younger man towering over you. His clothes brushing against the back of your hair embedding his scent on you made his fingers flex from years of survival itching to reach for his gun on instinct on shooting a bullet in his head. “Didn’t know we were having a party in here.” Leon sarcastically said.
You turned your head to peer over Xavier’s arm and Xavier gave a simple smirk. “Ah, the famous Leon Kennedy. I always hear about you from her.” Yet, Leon watched how Xavier pressed his chest closer against the back of your head. Oh, now he understood what you meant.
He was beginning to feel what you had felt. Leon felt like a bigger idiot for taking this long to send Carmilla to another trainer because if he knew Xavier liked being this close to you, he would have tried running over Xavier with a car too. “Yeah? Then you should know I can kill a man before they can blink.” His lips strained into a smile. “Out. Now.”
“Leon, we really have to finish this-”
“Out.” Leon growled out with finality. The clear anger made Xavier seize up and meekly nodded as he pushed himself immediately away from you and made sure to keep his distance from Leon almost as if he was afraid Leon would kill him if he stuck longer almost bolting out of there. A smile fell on his lips from his response to his little threat.
“Threating agents now?” You deadpanned, turning around in your chair and crossed your arms underneath your chest.
“And you tried to run one over so we’re a match made in heaven.” Leon quipped, striding over to you in a few simple long steps and shot his hands out on the armchairs caging you as he leaned down to face level to you. “So we’re even.”
“Even?” You scoffed, holding your ground while glaring up at him. Despite how angry you felt the past couple days, the closeness of Leon made your cheeks warm and he wasn’t oblivious to how you were affected by him. Good, he wanted you to be affected by him. “You were out in the parking garage with your little girlfriend.”
His nose inhaled deeply. “You misunderstand, sweetheart. Do you think I’d ever cheat on you?” Silence came out of you but your eyes soften and shook your head because at the end of the day, you trusted him but he didn’t listen to your discomfort on how Carmilla was towards him. One hand left from the arm chair and raised up to grasped your cheeks in his hand, his thumb traced along your cheekbone lovingly. “I could never cheat on you. And you were right, I should have placed boundaries and sent her to another trainer. I just. . .” He took a deep breath and glanced away for a moment, “I just don’t want an underprepared agent to go out there and be killed.”
You stayed quiet for a moment. Leon was still the man back in Raccoon City who wanted to help people. Who still cared for people. You should have guessed that was the reason he didn’t want to stop training Carmilla but to do it out of his discomfort and yours? “If she got into the DSO, then she’s well trained enough to fight what’s out there. You can’t always save everyone, Leon, no matter how much training you hone into someone.”
And that was the bitter truth that Leon had to swallow each time another dead agent shown up in the morgue. Another colleague dead from bioterrorism. His eyes narrowed at the ground trying to melt down the reality of the truth. “I know.” His voice was quiet for a moment, then he looked up at you – he looked older than what he was. Years of fighting and there was still no end. “You don’t have to worry about her anymore. I. . .politely explained she was going to another supervisor.”
“You threatened her, didn’t you?” You questioned with a small laugh.
Leon cracked a smile. “Perhaps, but I did it politely.”
“Nothing is ever polite with you.” You pointed out, nuzzling your cheek against his hand. The tension of the last couple days was almost gone. Almost. As much the relief settled into that Carmilla wasn’t going to be around Leon much, the way Leon had reacted to Xavier brought raised eyebrows on you. “So, did you understand what I felt when you saw Xavier against me like this?”
A huff came out of Leon and his thumb traced along down to your jawline with a soft squeeze as the small wave of jealousy filled him. “Yes.” He admitted with a grumble.
“And what did we learn, Mr. Kennedy?”
“That if I don’t listen to my wife then I’m going to get the silent treatment.” He paused and let out a breath of a laugh, “and she will hit me with her car.”
“Mhm-hmm, good.” You mumbled trying to turn away from him but his hand on the arm rest held you in place while his other hand slid down your throat holding you in place. “Leon, I have to work.”
“No, you don’t. I spend days agonizing over you ignoring me. Trying everything and buying you everything just to make you acknowledge me.” Leon bent down till his knees hit the ground as his body leaned forward, his shoulders forcing your legs apart. The fabric of the pencil skirt pooled up towards your thighs, his hands found their way on the stockings on your thighs holding you in place as his face fell forward pressing his face against the clear outline of your puffy pussy outlining with dampening slick. “Days allowing you to be a brat towards me.” His nose dived deep against the fabric trying to will his way into your skin through the fabric as he inhaled deeply, groaning at the scent he missed from you. “I craved my wife every day – and now, you’re not going anywhere until you apologize for almost hitting me with your car.”
“I’m not going to walk for a while, aren’t I?”
“Nope.”
EXTRA:
Hunnigan’s laugh filled the office as she leaned back in her chair replaying the video evidence of Leon and Carmilla almost getting runned over as you leaned your head on her shoulder almost snoozing away from being fucked all day yesterday by your husband. “Did Leon make you assign Xavier to someone else?” she asked, replaying the footage once more for her entertainment.
“Yes, Xavier went to the sweet, almost deaf Margaret.”
“Yikes, I’m sure Leon had something to do with that.”
“Mhm.”
“Soooo, did you tell Leon you found out you're pregnant?”
“He’ll use his head more once he realizes I wouldn’t have tried to hit him with a car normally.”
“Wanna bet on how long it would take?”
“I give it two weeks.”
“I give it a month.”
"If you win, you can have my coach bags Leon bought me."
summary: “Getting tired?” He asks, his thumb swiping across your cheek and parting your lips.
“Want some help?” You shake your head, your hands moving to hold on to his thighs behind you.
“That’s my girl. Always making me proud.”
words: 715
a/n: hellooo :3 i know we agreed on a hybrid fic... but i had this in mind, plus it could be like a warmup! anyways, i miss this, i miss being freaky on here, love you.
He’s insatiable, totally and utterly insatiable.
You can’t tell if it’s the stress he’s been under, or trying to make up for lost time before going away again.
A soft wet kiss is placed on your jaw, followed by another one even lower before settling on the soft flesh of your neck. His grip on your hip loosening only to circle his thumbs on the outline of your hip bones, coaxing you into a to and fro motion.
“Just one more time, baby. Can you do that for me?”
It’s truly impressive for a man at his age. Actually, everything he does is impressive for a man at his age. From fighting bioweapons, to that physique, to needing to fuck you a minimum of three times before he’s had enough.
You reply with a subtle moan, your nose brushing against the tip of his. You lock eyes with him, the bedside lamp illuminating the side of his face. The subtle outline of crows feet on his eyes to the jagged lines on his forehead, its either he fucked you stupid into finding wrinkles attractive, or maybe they just look extra good on him; actually probably both.
You take it all in, your hand brushing against his greyed stubble before connecting your lips with his. Such a gentle touch for someone with arms the size of your head, how endearing.
Grabbing is cock from beneath you, you can feel its slippery warmth from being inside of you a few minutes prior. You lower your hips, teasing it at the tip of your entrance.
“Come on, baby. Don’t tease your old man like that.”
With a firmer grip on your hips this time, he pushes you down till he’s tucked in your warmth. A few whimpers escape your mouth, immediately muffled as he seals his lips with yours again.
“Shh shh that’s it, sweetheart. Feels good huh?”
You nod, beginning to raise your hips before letting them sink back down. He begins to grunt, his blue eyes dropping to were the two of you connect.
He spits on his hand before circling it on your swollen clit. The sensation is hot, you can’t tell if it’s his saliva or if you’re just burning.
He continues massage the swollen bud, his eyes flicking back up to take in your facial expression. You begin to move quicker, letting his name spill out of your lips a few times. He’s sucks in a deep breath, you could swear he gets off on your facial expressions more that the sensation itself.
“Yeah ride it, baby.”
“So good f’me.”
“So fucking sexy.”
His large hand cups your breast, feeling its weight in your hand before gently slapping it. You grip onto his shoulder to find strength to fight the burning sensation in your thighs.
“Getting tired?” He asks, his thumb swiping across your cheek and parting your lips.
“Want some help?”
You shake your head, your hands moving to hold on to his thighs behind you.
“That’s my girl. Always making me proud.”
His hands run up and down your sides, pulling and pushing your hips away; not enough to do the work for you but to rather encourage you to keep going.
Your walls tighten, the familiar sensation of release growing stronger. His thumb goes back to your clit, pressing down on it before circling it once again.
“Almost there, sweetheart-” He grunts mid sentence. “Just a little longer”
Despite your upmost efforts to keep going, your movement slows down as your legs begin to give up on you.
He smirks, grabbing your arm and pulling you closer to him. You wrap your arms around his neck as you feel him begin to move beneath you. His pace is much faster than the one you were going at.
Pleasure starts getting too intense as all you could do is sink your head into the crook of his neck.
“I’m right here, baby. Right here.”
A series of moans and whimpers spill past your lips as you reach ecstasy. His grip tightens as hot release spills within you.
Taking a moment to regulate his breathing, he rubs your back affectionately pulling you closer to his chest.
