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Pairing: post re9!Leon x wife!reader (No age gap)
Word count: 1796 words
Warnings: very brief mentions of blood.
Plot: After returning from the horrors of Requiem, Leon can't escape the nightmares that follow him home. When another sleepless night leaves him shaken and struggling to breathe, you, his wife, gently ground him back to reality, reminding him that he's safe and that he doesn't have to carry everything alone anymore.
A/N: I really wanted to write this drabble with RE9 Leon 😭 hope you guys enjoy it ❤
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The bedroom was dark except for the faint orange glow slipping through the curtains from the streetlights outside. The apartment had gone quiet hours ago, peaceful in the way Leon rarely allowed himself to believe life could be now. Until he woke up gasping. You jolted awake beside him at the sound, heart immediately sinking when you saw him hunched forward on the edge of the bed, breathing hard enough it almost hurt to listen to. His hands trembled against his knees, jaw tight, shoulders rigid like he was still trapped somewhere far away from here. “Leon…” He didn't answer at first. His eyes stayed fixated on the floor, unfocused and distant, chest rising too fast beneath the thin gray shirt he slept in. You could already tell it was bad this time. Worse than the usual restless nights. Slowly, carefully, you pushed yourself closer and rested a hand against his back. That finally made him react. He flinched hard enough to make your heart ache before immediately realizing it was you. “Sorry,” he muttered hoarsely, dragging a hand over his face. “I… shit…” He exhaled. “It's okay.“ You whispered. “You're home.“ The words seemed simple, but you watched the way they hit him anyway. Home. Not the ruined hallways still haunting his head, not the blood, not the screaming, not the things he couldn't save. Just home.
You moved closer until your arms wrapped carefully around his waist from behind, resting your cheek between his shoulder blades while his breathing struggled to steady itself. For a moment, neither of you spoke. Then, quietly, almost embarrassed, Leon admitted, “I saw them again…” Your grip tightened slightly. You knew exactly what he meant. The nightmares after the events of Requiem had become less frequent over the months, but when they came back, they hit him brutally. Sometimes he woke up angry, sometimes silent. And sometimes he woke up like this. Broken open in the middle of the night. “They're gone, you survived Leon.“ You murmured softly. “Yeah…” He laughed weakly, bitter around the edges. “That's kinda the problem.“ You frowned immediately at that. Without a word, you gently guided him back against the headboard until he finally let himself lean into you. The second your fingers touched his face, some of the tension cracked apart. “You don't have to carry all of it by yourself anymore.“ You whispered. His eyes shut. And finally, finally, he melted. Leon buried his face against your neck, his unshaven beard tickling your skin, arms wrapping around you with desperate strength like he needed a reminder that you were real, alive, here. You stroked your fingers through his messy blond hair while his breathing gradually calmed against your skin. “No nightmares tonight,” you whispered against his temple. “I've got you.“ For the first time since waking up, Leon actually relaxed in your arms.
Leon stayed like that for a long time. Quiet, exhausted, holding onto you like letting go would drag him right back into the nightmare again. You didn't rush him. Your fingers kept moving gently through his hair while the apartment settled back into silence around you, interrupted only by the occasional shaky breath leaving his chest. Eventually, you felt him loosen his grip just enough to look at you. Even in the dark, you could see how tired he looked. Not physically, not just that. The kind of tired that lived somewhere deeper. “You should sleep,” he murmured, voice rough from barely speaking. “I woke you up.“ You gave him a soft look. “Leon, I really don't care about that right now.“ A faint, almost guilty smile pulled at the corner of his mouth before disappearing again. “I thought it was getting better… The nightmares.“ He admitted quietly. “It is getting better.“ He looked unconvinced. You cupped his face gently between both hands, making him actually focus on you instead of whatever memories were clawing around in his head. “Healing isn't linear,” you whispered. “Some nights are just harder than others.“ For a second, his expression cracked completely. Not dramatic, not crying. Just painfully vulnerable in that way Leon only ever allowed himself to be around you. “I hate that you have to see me like this.“ Your heart ached instantly. “Like what?“ You asked, still caressing his cheek. “Weak.“ The word came out so quietly it almost didn't sound like him. You frowned right away and moved closer until your forehead rested against his. “Leon,” you whispered firmly, “you survived things that would've destroyed most people. You kept going anyway. That's not weakness.“ His eyes dropped for a moment. “I couldn't save everyone…” His voice came out so quietly you could barely hear it. “You were never supposed to.“ Silence settled again. Heavy, yet softer this time.
You felt his hands slide slowly around your waist again, less desperate now. More grounding, like he was trying to anchor himself to the present instead of drowning in the past. Then, after a long pause, he quietly asked, “Do you ever get tired of this?“ You blinked. “Of what?“ He locked his eyes back with yours. “Taking care of me after nights like this.“ The fact that he genuinely sounded worried about it nearly broke you. Without hesitation, you leaned forward and kissed him softly. Slow, warm, gentle enough to make his shoulders finally relax completely beneath your hands. When you pulled back, your nose brushed his lightly. “I married you,” you murmured. “Taking care of you on nights like this was part of the deal.“ Leon let out the smallest breath of laughter after that, exhausted but real. Then he pulled you into his chest again, holding you underneath the blankets while you both slowly sank back against the pillows. This time, when your fingers traced softly across his arm, his breathing stayed steady. And before sleep finally took him again, you felt his lips press quietly against your forehead. “Love you…” He mumbled sleepily. You smiled against his shoulder. “Love you too…”
Morning light spilled softly across the bedroom hours later, warm streaks of orange filtering through the curtains and landing across the tangled sheets. For the first time in days, Leon was actually sleeping peacefully. No tense expression, no uneven breathing, no signs of another nightmare pulling him under. Just quiet. You smiled faintly at the sight of him still half buried against your chest, one arm wrapped securely around your waist, like even asleep, he refused to let you drift too far away. Carefully, trying not to wake him, you attempted to slide out from under his grip. Big mistake. The second you moved, Leon tightened his arm around you immediately and pulled you right back against him without even opening his eyes. “Leon,” you laughed quietly. “No.“ His voice came out sleepy and muffled against your shoulder, rough with morning exhaustion. “I was just gonna make coffee.“ You muttered. “Petition denied.“ He said. “Stay here.“ You tried again anyway, mostly just to tease him this time, and instantly felt him bury his face against your neck with a groan. The scratch of his stubble dragged warmly against your skin, making you squirm with a quiet laugh. “Baby, don't abandon me.“ He complained softly, still half asleep. “You're literally using me as a pillow.“ You laughed. “And?“ He said with his eyes still closed. “And your beard is attacking me.“ You tried to move away but failed. “That sounds like a you problem.“ You laughed under your breath as he shifted slightly, the rough scrape of his jaw brushing against your throat again before he finally opened one eye to look at you.
His blond hair was completely messy from sleep, his face still soft with exhaustion despite the calmer night. But there was something lighter in him this morning, softer. Especially when he looked at you. Without warning, he leaned forward and pressed a sleepy kiss against your jaw. Then another against your cheek. Then one directly against the corner of your mouth. “What are you doing?“ You smiled immediately. “Preventing you from leaving.“ He said, leaving another soft kiss at the tip of your nose. “By attacking me with kisses?“ You asked, smiling. “Exactly.“ You barely had time to laugh before he pulled you fully into his chest again, arms tightening securely around you underneath the blankets while you buried your face against his shoulder. The warmth of his body, the steady heartbeat beneath your cheek, the lazy little kisses he kept pressing against your skin every few seconds, mixed with the familiar roughness of his beard brushing against you. All felt painfully soft after the night before.
Your fingers slipped gently through his hair again, earning a quiet hum from him. “There you are,” you teased softly. “My clingy husband.“ Leon cracked one eye open again. “You say that like it's a bad thing.“ He said, looking down at you. “It's 7am.“ You looked up at him, fingers still tangled in his soft hair. “And?“ He asked, pulling you slightly closer. “And I need to get up eventually.“ Leon shook his head in response. “Yes, I do.“ You complained. “Nope.“ He pulled you even closer somehow. “Doctor's orders.“ You snorted. “Since when are you a doctor?“ He peeked over your shoulder, looking at the clock on your nightstand. “Since approximately thirty seconds.“ You shook your head fondly, but the smile never left your face. Leon noticed immediately. His expression softened in that quiet way it always did around you before he leaned down and kissed you properly this time. Slow, lazy, warm with sleep. The rough brush of his stubble against your skin made the kiss feel even softer somehow, grounding in a way you couldn't explain. The kind of kiss that said everything he struggled to put into words.
When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours while his thumb traced gently along your waist underneath his shirt, which you'd stolen to sleep in. “Thank you.“ He murmured quietly, lips lingering close to yours. “For what?“ You frowned softly. “For staying.“ Your chest tightened instantly. You kissed him again before he could spiral back into his own thoughts, smiling when you felt his hand reaching to cup your cheek and deepen the kiss a little more. “I'm not going anywhere, Leon.“ The look he gave you after that was so unbearably full of love it almost hurt. Then, because he was apparently determined to prove a point, he rolled on top of you just enough to trap you against the mattress while covering your entire face with sleepy kisses until you were laughing hard enough to shove his shoulders. “Leon!“ You complained between laughter. “No escape.“ He mumbled against your skin. And, to be honest, you didn't really want one anyway.
Summary — After finally coming home from his latest mission, your husband, Leon, is exhausted, desperate and painfully touch-starved.
But the moment he finally ends up beside you again after weeks apart, all that fatigue turns into something else entirely, and now Leon plans on showing you how much exactly he has missed you.
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genre / CW : Smut, needy!Leon, creampie, language, dirty talk, just sex, bad plot, badly written, p in v, age gap (both are adults) leon in late 40s, and you are in your mid 20s, squirting
WC - 5.1k
Note : English ISNT my native language, so if there are grammatical errors, sentence issues , or if things doesnt make sense, I am sorry, please know i haven't written much of; smut or fanfictions, so both are new for me, but, I hope you still enjoy it and if you did, feel free to reblog, like and comment :)
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You didn’t even remember when sleep finally took you.
Because one moment you were lying on your bed, waiting for hours for your husband to come home… and the next minute, everything blurred into darkness.
It was only when you were woken by the weight of something warm settled against you, his, body pressed closer to you in a way that instantly erased the last fragments of sleep.
And before your eyes even fully open, you knew it was him.
And as Leon nuzzled closer to you, burying his face in the crook of your neck, his familiar scent of wood, metal and faint smoke—something unmistakably him, fills your senses completely, and drowns you in it, your breath caught instantly, as the reality of him being finally home settled in.
Your lashes fluttered open slowly, your voice still thick with sleep. “Leon…”
A soft hum answered you immediately. “Yes, my pretty girl. I’m home.” He murmurs, his voice was rough and exhausted in a way that made your chest ache in pain for him.
Then slowly he pressed a soft kiss onto your neck making you shiver under his touch, “I’m sorry I had to go to the briefing after the mission… and I couldn’t avoid it.” He exhaled heavily, burying his face into the crook of your neck, his stubble brushing against your soft skin as he held you even closer.
“You are finally home…" you breathe your eyes welling up with tears, “you must be tired," you continued between breaths, as now you felt more awake than ever.
“Mm-mm, but I am not tired anymore,” he muttered.
You tried to shift slightly from his grip, trying to sit up, but his arms tightened around you instantly, refusing to let go. And his grip only tightened around you. One arm slid firmly around your waist while the other rested between your thighs, as his fingers absentmindedly traced small slow circles on your skin, sending goosebumps racing all over your body.
But still his touch anchored you to him completely, like there was something unbearably gentle about it. The way Leon kept giving you those small, reassuring squeezes, like he was grounding himself in your presence, making sure you were really there. “Just stay like this,” he murmured, his voice almost pleading. “Just for a bit.”
That broke something soft inside your chest and you finally leaned back into him, your fingers instinctively curled onto his hands, as his grip on your waist loosened just enough to make you feel relaxed.
“…You wore my T-shirt, pretty girl?” Leon murmured in a low voice, and even though your face was turned from him, and you couldn’t fully see him, you could still hear the smile forming in his words.
A small, sleepy sound escaped you at the sudden drop in Leon’s voice. “Ye… yeah,” you murmured softly, still half-asleep as you tried to answer him properly.
“You look good in it,” he said quietly, and slowly dropped his forehead on your shoulders for a moment, like, he needed you just as much as you had been waiting for him.
“I… was worried for you,” you whispered softly, your fingers tightening around Leon’s hand like you still needed reassurance that he was really here.
“I know,” Leon murmured against your skin before pressing himself closer to you, the faint scrape of his stubble making your breath catch slightly as he brushed a lingering kiss just behind your ear.
“Leon…” you breathed, fully awake now as you tried turning slightly in his arms to look at him properly. But Leon refused to let you move away from him, his one arm keeping you securely against his chest while he buried his face against your neck again, exhaling deeply like finally having you in his arms after a week apart was the first real breath he’d taken in days.
“Hey…” Leon rasped softly, holding you close, his grip firm but gentle. “Don’t move.”
You swallowed the words that lingered on the tip of your tongue, the ones tangled in relief and overwhelming emotion. Because the truth was, there was too much sitting in your chest right now. Too much worry. Too much love. Too much fear you hadn’t even realized you’d been carrying until he was finally here again, safe in your arms.
So instead, you stayed still.
Letting his warmth settle around you. Letting Leon hold you close like he needed the reassurance just as much as you did. And quietly, without another word, you let yourself melt back against him.
“Fuck,” Leon groaned softly against your shoulder, the sound low and rough that it sent warmth rushing through your chest. He buried himself in you, for a moment, before breathing you in like he’d missed even the smallest parts of you while he was gone. “You smell so sweet, pretty girl,” he murmured hoarsely, his voice still heavy with exhaustion and affection.
“Ngh—” A small sound escaped you as you tried to speak, but exhaustion and emotion tangled the words somewhere in your throat.
Leon shifted slightly behind you, one hand smoothing slowly along your waist while he held you close against him. “Still sleepy, pretty girl?” he asked softly against your skin.
“N-no,” you managed quietly, the word stumbling out unevenly. “I—”
“Good,” Leon breathed, his voice dropping lower, exhausted with longing after being away from you for so long. "Because I need you. Too much. Right now."
Then without wasting another second, he starts trailing soft wet kisses down to your collarbone until your head falls back against the pillow.
“Mhm…” you say, pressing your thighs together, as his hands stayed between your thighs, not moving, but just painfully close to your opening, and before you could say anything else, Leon's hands traveled upwards to your breasts and his fingers cupped the soft swell of your breast, and he took the peak of your nipple between is first two fingers through the thin fabric of the t-shirt you were wearing.
"You didn't wear a bra, baby?" He teases, as his other hand sinks dangerously close to your hole.
Your breath deepened instantly as impatience and relief tangled together inside your chest. Without thinking, you grabbed Leon’s hands and guided them beneath the hem of your oversized T-shirt, pressing his palms against the warmth of your breasts. “Here,” you whispered breathlessly,
He chuckles softly and let out a low, groan at your sudden movement that vibrated through your entire frame. “Liked it that much, pretty girl?” He says, finally, before pinching your nipples between his thumb and forefinger, and slowly he squeezed your breasts between his large hands.
“Ng..h, leon please,” You gasped, your back arching instinctively into his palm. The friction of his calloused hands against your sensitive peak sent a jolt of heat straight to your core.
“I missed this,” Leon whispered, his voice a gravelly rasp against your ear, as he pinched your nipple between his two fingers again, before holding them and pulling them slightly in a rough motion that made you let out a sharp, broken moan at the contact. The sound you just made seemed to snap something inside him.
His breathing turned ragged immediately after hearing your moan. And a low groan escaped him too as he buried his face against your hair, holding you even closer like he couldn’t stand an inch of distance between you anymore. “I missed you my, pretty wife,” he muttered hoarsely as relief, flooded in his voice, “and now I want to show you exactly how fucking much.” He groaned lowly as his fingers tightened slightly against your nipple making you suck in a sharp breath.
You tried to turn your head slightly, trying to catch a glimpse of him, but he only pressed you closer to him, and instead of letting you see him, he kept you flush against his chest, and you felt the firmness of his chest, warmly against your back. “Leon, you're shaking,” you murmured, your voice trembling in anticipation.
He didn't deny it, instead he just chuckled in response as he finally shifted closer to you and his other hand slid slowly inside your wet opening, making you gasp against the pillow.
“You are so wet, that you are making a mess on my hand.” He teases, “but I like it when you do this, when your cunt squeezes me like it missed me too” he says, while he kept squeezing your breast, and flicking your nipples sharply as his other hand played with your vulva, and you knew he could feel the rhythmic flutter of your breathing inside your pussy too, and it makes you clench is fingers inside your cunt even harder and just a second later he groans at the way your muscles jumped under his fingers.
“I can't stop, pretty girl” he moaned as he slowly slides his fingers up and down on your wet folds making a shiver run down your spine and you instinctively arch yourself against his fingers trying to get a friction from them, but instead of giving you what you want, he kept teasing you slowly as speaks in a raspy tone, “I've spent my entire week imagining the smell of your skin, the way you fit against my hands and I couldn't even breathe properly, because every time I let myself sit still, you were there haunting my thoughts.” He confesses.
A soft gasp escaped you as your fingers curled tighter around Leon's hands beneath your t-shirt. “Good God, Leon…” you breathed shakily, turning your head just enough for your forehead to rest lightly against his chest. “I missed you too much too.”
he hums in response, and continues, “You're so soft”, he mutters, and licks the sensitive skin behind your ear, and as he finally slides his fingers inside you in a sudden motion it makes you scream even harder.
He groans, “I like when you react like that" he breathes as he continues to play with your cunt, “And I like it when you react like that for me" squelching obscene sounds from his fingers fill the entire room, slowly Leon moves his hands to the hardened bud on your cunt, and as he does a soft, helpless sound escapes your lips before you could stop it, and your breath catches unevenly in your throat.
You try to steady yourself, trying to catch the breath that had completely left your lungs the moment it touched you like this again after being gone for so long, and your toe curls itself against the sheets beneath you.
“Enjoying it, pretty girl?” he asks, while he keeps pushing his finger in and out of your wet core.
“Ye… yeah… I am,” you breathed unevenly, your thighs tensing instinctively against Leon's hands as your fingers twisted tighter into the bedsheets beneath you.
And he shifted his weight slightly, before removing his fingers altogether with a wet sound, and you whine your brows furrowing at the sudden loss of his fingers.
And it makes him chuckle beside you and as swiftly Leon slides one of his legs between your thighs, the heavy denim of his tactical pants rubbing against your bare thighs. The contrast was so jarring, that it made your eyes roll back with pleasure, the rough fabric of his world colliding with the softness of your skin, it makes you suck in a deep breath. And he slowly presses his thigh upward, his hardness grinding slow and deliberate against your backside.
You whimpered softly, your fingers loosening from’s hands before curling tightly into the bedsheets beneath you and your breathing turning uneven all over again as the warmth of him wrapped around you completely overwhelmed your senses.
“Do you like that, pretty girl?” he asked, his voice dropping an octave, turning dark and demanding. “Tell me you want me, inside your cunt.”
“I want you,” you breathed, your eyes fluttering shut. “My cunt needs you, Leon."
“I like the improvisation, pretty girl” he breathes against your skin again, and he didn't need to be told twice, and in one fluid motion, he loosened his grip on your body and grasped the hem of your t-shirt and hauled it upward and you lifted your arms instinctively, allowing him to strip the garment over your head and letting him toss it carelessly to the floor.
Finally after he stripped you bare you turned toward him. The dim light spilling through the curtains that fell softly across Leon’s messy blond hair, the light catching against the tired lines of his face. His ears were faintly red from everything his breathing uneven, and his blue eyes looked exhausted and impossibly full of longing all at once.
For a brief second, the cool air brushed against your skin as the moment shifted between you. Then Leon pulled his own shirt over his head in one tired motion and tossed it carelessly onto the floor beside the bed.
Your breath caught instantly at the sight of him and the way his perfectly built body was illuminated beneath the dim bedroom light, every tired muscle and scar reminding you all over again just how devastatingly beautiful he looked hovering above you like this.
And he hovered over you again, his warmth surrounding you completely as he pressed closer like he couldn’t bear the distance between you for even a second longer.
He paused, pulling back just enough to take you in, his gaze trailing slowly over your bare torso. His eyes darkened, pupils blown wide with a hunger that felt almost predatory, and the way he looked at you wasn’t just love it was desperation, devotion, possession all tangled into one aching need. “God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered softly, like the words had been pulled straight from his chest. His thumb brushed against your skin before he added, voice rough with emotion, “Sometimes I think I don’t deserve you.”
“Don’t say that,” you whispered, your voice soft but firm as your hands reached to cup his face holding him like he was something precious you were terrified to lose. “Leon…” you breathed, thumb brushing gently along his cheekbone, grounding yourself in the warmth of your husband's eyes. “You are more than I have ever deserved.”
His eyes flickered slightly at your touch, like he didn’t quite know what to do with being seen so gently.
“I mean it,” you continued, voice cracking just a little. “You come back to me every time. Even when the world tries to take you away from me.” you pause the air between you and feel too full with unspoken emotions. “I love you,” you said again, slower this time, like you were carving it into the moment itself. “From my entire soul.”
Leon’s breath caught slightly in his throat as he looked into your eyes, his expression softening in a way that made your chest ache. “There is not a world which can take me from you, or you from me” Leon murmured softly, his voice rough with affection as he guided his hands over yours onto his cheeks, holding them there for a moment like he needed your touch just as much as air itself. The words settled heavily between you, raw and painfully sincere.
And before you could even process them fully, a faint, tired smile tugged at Leon’s lips. “But, pretty girl,” he whispered, leaning closer until his forehead rested against yours, “enough talking now.”
Then something darker flickered through Leon's expression, something possessive and overwhelming, and he didn’t let you move far at all. The second you shifted under him, his hands immediately found your waist again, pulling you right back against his chest and pinning you onto the mattress.
A low exhale escaped as his hands settled firmly on your waist before he finally leaned in and crashed his lips against yours. A million stars burst behind your eyes at the force of it, your breath instantly stolen as he kissed you like a man starved. Like a week apart had completely destroyed whatever restraint he had left.
Still breathing hard, Leon pulled back just slightly, his eyes darkening as he looked at you like he was completely overwhelmed by you, and to your surprise he said “open your mouth, pretty girl” and you do gazing into is orbs, and suddenly he lowers himself and spits in your mouth making you groan.
A shaky breath left him before he captured your lips again almost instantly, kissing you with even more desperation than before. And he tasted of love and desperation, his tongue sweeping into your mouth with a demanding intensity as his hands tightened around your waist, holding you impossibly close against him like he couldn’t stand even the smallest distance between you anymore.
Slowly he sucked on your tongue in a deep rhythmic pull that mirrored the way he wanted to be inside you.
You could hear the wet sounds of your mouth meeting his, the exchange of your saliva in a sloppy way, as he moaned in your mouth, and as you pulled back slightly to catch your breath you broke away for a second, a thin string of saliva connecting your lips.
His eyes turned frantic. “I need to feel you,” he gasped. “I need to know you're real.”
You nod and a small sob escapes your mouth and before you could say anything else his hand slides between your legs. He didn't hesitate anymore, and his fingers dived straight into the heat of your pussy, and you gasped in pleasure. As he rubs you slowly he found you were already drenched, your natural lubrication coating his fingers the moment he made contact with your dripping hole. “Fuck, your cunt is soaking the sheets” Leon groaned, his voice thick with pride. “You were waiting for me, weren't you? You were thinking of me and my cock when I wasn't here.” He rasps.
“Yes,” you sobbed, your head falling back against the pillows, “I was. I missed you so much.”
He chuckled, a dark low sound in his chest, and he began to work his fingers inside you. Watching your reactions, “You look so undone beneath my touch"Leon says and slowly he finds your clit again with a precision that made your toes curl against the sheets, and he smirks and circled the peaked nub of your cunt with his thumb while two fingers slid deep inside you.
The sound of wet noise, squelch, echoed in the quiet room. And he pushed his fingers deep, his knuckles brushing against your entrance, stretching you open.
“Ngh... Leon!” you cried out, your hips bucking against his hand.
He doesn't slow down, thank god he didn't and instead he increased the pace inside your wetness, his fingers curling inside you, hooking against your g-spot. He knew exactly where to press, exactly how much pressure to apply to make you lose your mind, and just like that he finds your spongy spot that connects to your urethra and you feel your body spasm violently and you close your eyes, knowing you were about to cum hard.
“Eyes on me, pretty girl” he commanded.
And you forced your eyes open, meeting his gaze. He looked haunted and hopeful all at once. “Tell me what I'm doing to you”, he whispered, his fingers continuing their relentless rhythm. “Tell me how it feels.”
“It feels... it's too much”, you gasped, your voice breaking. “You're... you're touching my g-spot and I am gonna lose it , Le–!.” you weren't even able to complete your sentence, as Leon rubs your bud relentlessly, while pressing your g-spot, and you feel the heat build in your stomach. “I–.”
“Cum for me,” he says, pressing your g-spot one last time, and you do so with a loud scream, your entire body convulses against his hands, your orgasm taking over your entire body.
“God, you look like a goddess right now. I swear, I want to build an entire altar for you,” he said breathlessly, still staring at you and the mess he made you make like he couldn’t quite believe you were real. His hands lingered against your skin, almost reverent, while his gaze moved over you with open admiration, filled with awe so intense it nearly made him look undone. But he doesn't remove his fingers instead he grazes your clit one last time making you jump and Leon groaned loudly, his own arousal evident in the way his pants tightened against him and He shifted his hand, sliding his fingers out of you with a wet pop and immediately reaching for his own belt.
The sound of the buckle clinking and the zipper sliding down swirls in your mind and he stripped out of his pants and underwear in a blur of motion, his cock springing free. You weren't able to see is cock fully at all but you knew he was aching for it too.
He didn't let you wait after. Instead he gripped your hips and turned you around, making you gasp against the sheets and pressing your chest down into the mattress, your back was arched, your ass pushed high in the air, leaving you completely exposed to him, and you knew you looked like a whore a complete whore and a part of you felt pretty satisfied at that, and a small smile played at your lips as he knelt behind you, the heat radiating off his body felt like a furnace.
He sucks in a deep breath as his hand comes down against your ass in a sharp, smack, the sound echoing softly through the room as a startled gasp escapes you, your fingers tightening into the pillow beneath you while holding you even closer afterward, breathing hard against your skin.
“Look how your cunt is breathing, and I haven't even touched you yet.”,
"Fuck—" you gasp, the word dissolving into a ragged sob against the pillow beneath you. He cuts you off completely, stealing your voice. Instead, he pushes you forward on the mattress and spreads your thighs even wider to get a better look at you, he parts your slick folds and stretches your dripping entrance with two thick fingers making you shiver. And you feel your arousal pooling drip onto the mattress, obscene and wet, as he drinks in the sight of your pink cunt unfurling for him swollen, and utterly exposed, he presses his finger into you again, your eyes flutter in pleasure.
Slowly as he removes his fingers completely your hole flutters around the emptiness, pulsing greedily over nothing, and desperate to be filled.
“God, what a sight, pretty girl, I feel I should turn my religion in your name” Leon groaned and finally you felt the broad head of his cock brush against your opening. He didn't slide in immediately; instead, he teased you, rubbing the tip of his length along your slit, smearing your own wetness across your labia.
You moan his name over and over again against the pillows.
“You're so tight, baby,” he murmured, his voice a low vibration against your skin. “I can feel you pulsing around me already.”
“Please, Leon just fill my cunt with your cock”, you pleaded, your voice a mere whisper.
He let out a ragged exhale and finally pushed inside you. He entered you in one slow, devastating thrust, and you feel your walls stretch to their absolute limit, the sensation of him filling every single crevice of your interior. A loud, wet squelch sounded as he bottomed out, his pelvic bone slamming against your backside with a meaty thud.
You screamed into the pillow, the pleasure so intense it felt like pain. He stayed there for a moment, buried deep inside you as he leaned down on your back, his chest heaving against your back. You feel him shaking again, his muscles corded and tense.
“Fuck, he groaned, his voice breaking. You feel... you feel like heaven. I'm never leaving again.” He said and began to move. It wasn't a gentle rhythm. It was a desperate, driving force. He pulled his cock back until he was almost out, then slammed back in, the sound of skin hitting skin came in slap and it filled the room. The noise was vulgar and honest. Every thrust pushed air out of your puffy pussy, creating a rhythmic, wet popping sound that only served to heighten the arousal.
You felt his balls slapping against your pussy with every strike, a heavy, rhythmic drumming that vibrated through your hips. He reached around your body, his large hand gripping your breast, squeezing the nipple hard enough to make you gasp.
“You're mine”, he growled, his voice dripping with possessiveness. “Tell me who you belong to.”
“I'm yours!” you cried out, your voice echoing in the room. “I'm yours, Leon!”
The admission seemed to trigger something primal in him. He increased his speed, and his thrusts became even faster, and more violent. He was no longer just making love; He was driving himself into you as if he could merge his soul with yours, erasing the distance of the last few weeks.
The friction was becoming unbearable, a searing heat that built up in the center of your being. You could feel your clit rubbing against the sheets with every movement Leon made, the combination of his internal pressure and the external friction pushing you toward the edge. “I'm... I'm going to…” you gasped, your body beginning to tense.
“Do it,” he commanded, his breath hot on your neck. “soak my cock in your cum baby.”
And you feel your body shattered on his command, your internal muscles clamped down on his cock in a series of violent, rhythmic contractions. And you felt a wave of heat crash over you, and suddenly, you felt warm in your lower belly, and before you could even think anything, a powerful squirt erupted from your cunt, the fluid splashing against the mattress and his thighs, adding to the lubricity of the encounter.
You wail, your body shaking with the force of a massive, toe-curling orgasm, and slowly your eyes roll back in your head, the senses overwhelming your entire nervous system, as you finally let off everything the flood of heat washes over your body.
“Fuck… my pretty wife,” Leon groaned hoarsely, his forehead pressing briefly against your shoulder as he tried to steady his breathing. “You really don't know what you do to me, huh?” Leon said and didn't wait for an answer as he let out a low guttural roar, as Leon felt his own climax hitting him like a freight train.
He finally pushed himself deeper in you three more times like punishing thrusts, burying himself as deep as humanly possible, his cock pulsing violently inside your core that made you jolt out of your skin. And slowly he groaned, a sound of pure, unadulterated release, as he finally pumped his semen deep into your cervix.
You could feel the hot, thick jets of his cum filling your insides and painting against your internal walls in heavy pulses. As he finally emptied himself inside you he didn't pull out of you, instead he let himself be buried to your hilt, and right after he was sure that he was done, with a ragged breath he collapsed over your back his weight crushing you entire frame into the bed, but god you didn't feel this free while being suffocated by someone you slowly relax into it, and feel his heart hammering against your spine.
You feel his cock pulse inside you for a long minute, before it stills and now the only sounds in the room being your shared ragged breathing and the distant ticking of the clock. After that tension left his body, and he rolled over finally, pulling you over him, and a startled yelp slipped from your lips as your body landed against his chest. The movement Leon made, left you completely exposed to the cool air in the room, sending a shiver racing across your skin.
He only tightened his hold on your waist, as he completely buried his face into the crook of your neck, his breath warm against your neck while his sweat-slick skin pressed close, grounding you in the heat of him. For a moment, he stayed there silently, like he never wanted to let you go.
Then he let out a long, shaky sigh, his voice barely a whisper. “And now, I am finally home,” he murmured.
Then he shifted, rolling you onto your side, his cock still buried deep inside you until he eased back and as you faced him, it finally slipped from your cunt free with a wet, filthy pop that made you whimper. And you smiled slowly before your fingers tangled in his blonde hair, pulling him closer.
His eyes were soft now, and the darkness replaced by a profound tenderness. Slowly he leaned towards you and kissed your forehead, then your nose, then your lips in slow teasing way and you could feel the warmth of the cream of his cum beginning to leak slowly from your pussy, onto your thighs in a sticky, warm reminder of his return.
“Stay,” you murmured against his skin, warmth softening your eyes as your fingers curled lightly into him, like even in your exhaustion you still needed the reassurance of his presence.
Leon lifted his head just enough to look at you, something tender flickering across his face at the quiet plea. Then his hand slid to your waist, holding you even closer, “I'm not going anywhere, baby,” he replied, his voice sounding exhausted but finally, truly at peace.
And you finally looked at him, seeing the faint scars and the weariness in his eyes settle in him, and you knew that no matter where the world took him, this room, this bed, and the connection you shared with Leon were the only things that mattered.
Slowly, with a deep exhale, your heartbeats slow against each other until they find the same rhythm, and Leon finally closes his eyes and pulls the duvet over your sweat-cooled bodies and drags you back against his chest. His cock, already thickening and hot against your ass, but he makes no move to take you again. Instead he just hold you impossibly close, as though the world might try to tear you from his arms the moment his grip slackened.
Later, the silence returned to the room, but this time it wasn’t empty. It was heavy with the scent of sweat and tangled sheets, with the lingering warmth of shared skin and quiet affection. Beneath it all was the steady rhythm of two hearts beating together at last, finding the same pace in the aftermath of everything unspoken between you.
✮ synopsis: when a sudden downpour catches you on your way back from the market, your charming-as-ever neighbor leon steps in to help without hesitation— just like he always does. but leon’s tired of beating around the bush to get your attention.
✮ warnings: female reader, use of pet names (sweetheart, baby, etc), explicit sexual content, neighbor au, language, dirty talk, nipple play, fingering, power dynamics, unprotected sex, mirror sex, orgasm denial, overstimulation, creampie
✮ word count: too fucking many (8.5k)
the quiet nature of the suburbs was something you never thought you'd have the luxury of experiencing. growing up in an overpopulated city, you were used to the hustle and bustle and the slew of expletives aimed at you whenever you bumped into someone on accident. well, before the sunshine, there's rain, and unlucky for you, it'd been pouring for the better part of an hour now.
you sat in your driveway, engine still running, staring through your window at the heavy sheets of rain hammering down on the pavement in a powerful crescendo. the short walk up your driveway suddenly felt like a trudge through a fierce snowstorm. you glance at your backseat, nearly a dozen flimsy brown paper bags overflowing with groceries. you groan, already imagining the bags disintegrating the moment you step out of your car. just as your hand reached for the door handle, bright, almost blinding headlights swept across your yard.
it was none other than leon, your stoic yet snarky neighbor, a well-rounded man who just couldn't seem to leave you be. the loud roar of his engine silenced as you watched him step out from his car without hesitation, rain soaking his hair and clothes immediately.
the fabric of his shirt stuck to his frame, emphasizing every muscle on his chest and protruding vein along his biceps. leon was pretty tall— not overbearingly tall, but certainly an ideal height. his solid, well-built frame came from years of physically straining work, a career that put more stress on his body than any gym ever could. his dark blond hair, usually carefully styled, was now plastered to his forehead, water droplets dripping from the ends and running down the sharp line of his jaw.
his eyes caught yours through the window, a small smile on his face even in the pouring rain. leon was usually quite stoic— quiet, observant, and to himself most days— but with you he was different. open, flirty, and a little too persistent. he just could not seem to leave you alone, and as embarrassing as it is to admit it, he was actually pretty helpful... especially in times like these. god, you wished you weren't so helpless around him.
he jogged over to your car, boots splashing through unsuspectingly deep puddles as he made it over to you, a playful smirk gracing his features. he tapped lightly on the glass with two knuckles, brow raised in a mildly teasing way that you'd quickly become accustomed to over the past few months living here.
you rolled the window down, allowing him to rest his elbow on the side of your car to speak to you. "stuck in the rain, huh, sweetheart?" he smiles, voice low and warm, carrying that familiar teasing lilt that made your skin raise with goosebumps. "or are you just here admiring the lovely weather while the rest of us get soaked?" you couldn't help the small smile that graced your face at his sly comment, shaking your head before explaining the predicament you were facing.
leon chuckles heartily as you explain, hands pushing off your car and glancing towards the back as he notices the plethora of groceries. "unlock the back for me, beautiful. couldn't stand to see you get drenched like this." he smirks, winking at you as you unlock your car door for him. you can just feel the warmth creep up your neck at his words, your mind automatically associating the comment with something dirty. he knows exactly what he's doing, you think, swallowing your spit as you stare at him through your side mirror.
he worked quickly and efficiently— the way he always did when he was helping you with something. in no time, he had rounded up most of the heavy paper bags of food and other essentials in his arms. the sight of his biceps flexing under the soaked fabric of his shirt and the way his veins bulged against his forearms from the effort truly felt sinful. you could hardly draw your attention back to the task at hand as you ogled him. pushing your distracting thoughts away, you mentally prepare yourself to step out into the endless onslaught of rain.
grabbing the two lightest bags, you hurriedly jumped out of your car and dashed the short distance to your covered porch. by the time you reached it, you and leon were both thoroughly drenched, the earthy notes of petrichor sticking to your bodies. your clothes clung uncomfortably to your skin, and leon's grey t-shirt was practically glued to his torso, outlining every firm ridge and muscle across his chest, abdomen, and arms.
he set the bags down carefully against the brick so the contents inside wouldn't spill out, then ran a rough hand through his hair, squeezing the water out with his fist. leon turned to you, a soft, endearing smile on his face as water continued to drip down from his hair and down his face despite his efforts.
"see, told 'ya i'd save the day," he says, voice raspy and warm with that same teasing tone he always took with you. "can't have my favorite neighbor spilling all her groceries everywhere, right?" he chuckles, the deep sound sending shock waves up your spine as you smiled shyly up at him, brushing away a strand of hair that had gotten stuck to your face in your pursuit to the front door.
"thank you, leon... you really didn't have to come running over in the rain like that for me. i would've figured something out." you tell him, eyes locked onto his as you assess his expression. he waved you off and leaned against the porch post casually, arms crossing over his broad chest, causing his shirt to pull even tighter— if it could get any tighter, that is— across his shoulders and pectorals.
"i know you would've," he replied, smiling down at you, head tilted to the side. "you're stubborn like that, sweetheart. i'd know, you never want me to help you. ‘s‘cause you can do it yourself, right?" he nods towards you, an amused expression gracing his features. you felt a small, knowing smile tug at your lips despite the way your cheeks were warming at his accusation. he wasn't wrong. you had turned down his help more than once, insisting you could handle your own. i mean, that's what you were used to growing up in the city— every man for himself. asking for help had always felt like a weakness.
but standing here on your porch, soaked to the bone with leon looking at you like that, it was getting harder for you to keep denying him.
water continued to drip steadily from his hair down to the rest of his body. you sucked in a sharp breath as you averted your gaze from his distracting frame and met his eyes once more. the longer you stood there, the more you noticed his eyes skimming over your rain-soaked form. your thin t-shirt was completely drenched, clinging uncomfortably to your curves and leaving very little to the imagination under his heavy gaze. to make matters worse, the black bra you'd chosen that morning with a delicate lace trim you now deeply regretted wearing— was clearly visible through the wet fabric.
leon's eyes lingered there for a moment, just long enough for you to look around awkwardly as you felt heat traveling up your neck and spreading across your cheeks. when his gaze finally lifted back to your face, there was a new darkness in those icy blue eyes, pupils blown wide and gaze intense under your faltering one. he pushed off the porch post and took a slow step closer, closing some of the distance between the two of you. rain continued to hammer down just beyond the overhang; the once loud pattering of raindrops reduced to white noise as you stared up at him.
"besides," he murmured, voice dropping lower as he stood mere inches away from you, "i don't mind getting a little wet, sweetheart. long as i get to help you out, yeah?" he whispered, tilting his head as he peered down at you. your breath catches at that, his suggestive tone making you inhale sharply. you instinctively crossed your arms over your chest, trying to hide the way your nipples had hardened from the cold rain and the intensity of his stare, but it only seemed to amuse him more.
leon's expression softens into something warmer, though the desire in his eyes was apparent. he reached out slowly, brushing his hand across your cheekbone to push a stray strand of hair out of your face and behind your ear. his calloused thumb lingered on your face for a moment, brushing against the swell of your cheek before pulling away.
"you're shivering, sweetheart," he said softly, a hint of concern in his voice mixed with slight amusement as his dark eyes assessed your form. "c'mon, let's get you inside. wouldn't want you to get a cold. i'll help you put everything away, yeah?" you blink dumbly, still a little dazed from the physical contact before nodding absentmindedly. you fiddle with your keys briefly, hands shaking slightly as you struggle to put the key in place. once you finally unlock the door, you hold it open for leon as he gathers the heavy bags again effortlessly, setting them down carefully on the island in your kitchen.
the sound of rain becomes muffled as you shut the door behind you with your foot, kicking your shoes off while carrying the two remaining bags into the kitchen before placing them next to the others. the air around you and leon feels charged, the only sounds present in the room were your soft breaths and the steady drip of the water from both of your clothes onto the tile floor. you quickly find something to do with your hands, reaching into the bags to start putting your groceries away. you couldn't take the quiet atmosphere, never once gotten used to the quaint silence of suburbia.
leon didn't move to leave, instead, he leaned his hip against the counter and watched you with that calm, observant gaze that always made you nervous. his soaked shirt was still clinging to his skin sinfully, and you had to force yourself to not stare at the man.
after a long, quiet moment of you unpacking the goods, he spoke again, his voice lower and rougher around the edges.
"you know, i keep finding reasons to come over here," he said, pushing off the counter to step closer to your frame which had visibly stiffened at his words. "fixing your porch light, mowing that little strip of grass between our lawn, carrying your groceries..." he continued, voice dropping to a low, sultry drawl. "maybe i should stop pretending it's all just me being a good neighbor, huh, sweetheart?" you freeze at his boldness, intrigued at what he meant by "pretending." you'd figured leon was just lonely and liked your company, you'd been there, but you wouldn't have imagined this. perhaps you were much too oblivious to catch on.
leon was now just a foot away, looking down at you with a sultry expression that made your whole body feel hot. he leans down to your ear, deft hands twirling a damp strand of your hair between his pointer finger and thumb, the gesture surprisingly tender.
leon reached down with his other hand and gently took the eggs that you'd been holding dumbly from your hands, setting them down on the counter so he'd have your full attention. he then moved to place both of his large hands on the edge of the counter, caging you in. leon's head dipped lower, lips hovering just beside your ear so you could hear him clearly. you shuddered, breath catching in your throat at the close proximity. god, you think you might explode.
"i've been real patient, sweetheart," he purred lowly in your ear, breath fanning against your skin. "coming over with tools, fixing whatever you need, telling myself i'm just being helpful..." he confesses, and you swallow at his bluntness. you couldn't believe this was your life right now. you knew he was flirty, which was never an issue, but you didn't expect to like it as much as you did. you reveled in the closeness, exhaling softly as he continued.
"but if i'm being honest, darling," he pauses, hands gripping the counter tightly behind you, voice rough as he continues, "i'm not thinking about the fucking porch light or the leaky faucet. i'm thinking about you." he pulls back from your ear slowly, gaze flicking down to your chest again, where your wet t-shirt and black lace bra were still clearly visible. your chest was rising and falling faster than earlier, nipples visibly hardened from the cold rain and the heat of his attention. he curses under his breath, teeth tugging at his bottom lip as his eyes settle back on your face.
"but i'm no dummy, either, baby. don't act like you don't know what you're doin’ to me." he says, almost condescendingly, voice low and rough with barely restrained hunger. he leans in even closer, one hand leaving the counter behind you to slide boldly up your hip, thumb caressing the small of your waist through the soaked fabric. your breath hitches, eyes tracking his hand as you subconsciously lean into his touch.
"so tell me, you gonna keep playing dumb or are you finally gonna let me have you, huh?" the question hangs heavily in the air between you. leon doesn't move any closer, he just studies your expression closely with slow, deliberate circles of his thumb over the wet material of your shirt. his gaze is intense, unapologetic, almost daring you to look away from him. you stood, frozen in space, staring dumbly up at leon as you try and gather your thoughts. your mind felt foggy, the only thing you could truly focus on was leon's slow movements on your waist.
your lips are parted slightly and your heart thumps against your ribcage, your wide eyes staring into leon's half-lidded ones, the atmosphere in the room thick. you were at a loss for words. this was leon— your neighbor, the man who fixed your porch light without being asked, who carried your groceries in the rain, who always had that easy, soft smile for you. you'd caught yourself thinking about him more than you wanted to admit— the way his veiny arms flexed when he worked, the low timbre of his voice whenever he called you “sweetheart,” the way he'd wave at you every time you'd head inside from a long day at work.
and now he was right here, caging you against your own kitchen counter, telling you exactly what he wanted.
the chilly sensation the rain left on your body had long since subsided and your whole body now felt hot, burning under his stare as you struggled to form a coherent sentence. your mouth opened and closed embarrassingly, settling on shutting it as you melted under the intensity of his stare.
leon's thumb moved in those slow, maddening circles, occasionally brushing just beneath the hem of your shirt, teasing the bare skin of your waist. your skin was hot against his touch, goosebumps forming in wake of his cold thumb caressing the skin softly. he waited for your response, a brow raised in question as he smiled down at you softly.
after a few seconds of silence, he lets out a low, rough chuckle.
"aww, baby," he cooed, voice dripping with dark amusement. "too flustered to say anything? you're real cute, baby." he says, tilting his head slightly, eyes never leaving yours. his stare was dangerous, predatory, hungry with desire as he all but devoured your frame with his eyes. his thumb dips just a little higher under your shirt each time, brushing against the sensitive skin just below your ribs. you twitch a little at the touch, his cold hands tickling the skin of your abdomen. his hands felt hypnotizing on you, as if every small circle he traced was pulling you in deeper into his trance.
"you don't have to be brave with words right now, baby." he continued, voice low and confident as he expertly assessed your nervous frame staring up at him. "i can see how fast your heart's racing." he says, breath fanning over your lips in a hushed whisper, "and i can definitely see how hard your nipples are pressing against that pretty black lace." he observes, eyes glancing down to your chest to punctuate his words before looking back up to your flushed face.
your spit caught in your throat in at his boldness. the rain had long since been forgotten, and you were no longer shivering. in fact, your whole body felt feverish under leon's intense, brooding stare. you wanted to say something, anything to not seem like a total ditz, but all you could do was stare up at him in a haze.
leon hums, offering you a sympathetic smile at your shyness. despite his soft expression, the heat behind his eyes never faltered.
"you've been driving me crazy for months, sweetheart," he confessed, letting out a soft exhale as his other hand reaches up to play with a loose strand of your hair again. "every time you smile at me all shy when i help you, when you bend over to tend to your flowers in those little shorts... i've had to walk away and tell myself to behave."
he leans in further, lips brushing the shell of your ear as his voice dropped to a rough whisper. you shudder, thighs pressing together as he presses a chaste kiss to the outside of your ear.
"but i'm done behaving, sweetheart. i won't play these games with you anymore." he pulls back just enough to look you in the eyes again, bold and unapologetic. "so i'm only gonna ask once more," he said, thumb dipping higher, brushing under the curve of your breast where the wire of your bra sits. "you gonna keep playing shy... or are you gonna let me have you, baby?" he repeats, eyes piercing into yours with a gaze so intense you think you might explode.
the kitchen felt impossibly small. the rain was still pouring outside, but you had hardly noticed with the way leon's body was pressed so close to yours. the air was almost suffocating with how hot his hand felt on your skin, looking at you like he was ready to devour you the second you said yes.
your mouth opened and closed again almost embarrassingly. you finally managed one shaky breath before the words slipped out, soft and breathless: "...i want you, leon." a slow, satisfied smirk spreads across leon's face, expression dark as he finally hears the words he'd been waiting to hear fall from your pretty lips for what felt like eons.
"that's my girl." he coos, the hand that was absentmindedly twirling your hair around his finger fervently pushes the strand behind your ear. without another second of hesitation, he cups the back of your neck and pulls you into a deep, hungry kiss. his lips are slightly chapped, slotting against yours perfectly as he kisses you like his life depends on it.
the kiss was anything but gentle— it was demanding, full of all the months of tension he'd been holding back. his hand traveled up the nape of your neck and into your hair, fingers threading through the wet strands as he tilted your head just the way he wanted, deepening the kiss with a low groan that vibrated against your mouth.
you melted into it, hands instinctively coming up to clutch at his soaked shirt, feeling his chest muscles flex under your touch. leon presses you back against the counter, one thick thigh sliding between your legs to keep you steady as he devoured your mouth. you gasped at the stimulation to your core, eyebrows furrowing as his tongue sweeps past your lips, brushing against your own wet muscle. you moan at the contact, the feeling of his tongue against yours so incredibly delicious as you feel a pit begin to settle in your stomach.
he finally pulls back for air, forehead resting against yours, both of you breathing hard. a thin string of saliva connected your lips for a moment before it broke, your lips glossy and hot from making out. leon's eyes were dark, half-lidded, and burning as he stared at you intensely.
"fuck..." he breathed, voice strained and low as he catches his breath. "been dying to hear you moan like that for months." his thigh presses a little firmer between your legs, giving you just enough pressure to make your hips twitch. you whine, tilting your head slightly, staring into leon's eyes with a desperate expression painted on your pretty face.
"so needy," he murmured, lips brushing against yours teasingly. you chase his lips, only to have him pull away at the last second, leaving you whining. he chuckles lowly, hand coming up from your waist to brush against your cheek. "i haven't even touched you properly yet, baby. you needed me that badly, huh, sweetheart?" you nod, desperate, biting your lips briefly before leon leans back in.
he kisses you once more— slower this time, savoring the soft moans and whimpers that leave your mouth as he moves his thigh subtly against your heat to give you some more friction. your mouth falls open slightly more, a whiny moan leaving your mouth as leon pulls away to ogle at your frame under him.
his hand delves under your shirt again, moving higher to cup your breast through the soaked lace of your bra. his thumb cascades over your pebbled nipple, making you arch into his touch with a soft, needy sound. he curses, looking down at you to gauge your reactions. he circles his thumb experimentally around your small, erect nub, a tightness forming in his damp pants as he watches you writhe under his touch.
"please, leon, more..." you whine, staring up at him with a needy expression on your face.
"god, you're so responsive," he groans, voice heavy with desire as he watched your brows furrow at his touch. "look at you, arching into my hand like you were made for it. damn thing's been teasing me for far too long, baby. shame it's gonna to have to come off, isn't it, sweetheart?" he says sarcastically, raising a brow teasingly before reaching under your shirt to undo the clasp of your damp bra.
leon's hands tug at the ends of your shirt, pulling the useless fabric up and over your head while you shrug out of it. he tosses the flimsy material on the island, eyes fixated on the one article of clothing he'd been dying to snatch off the whole night. hurriedly, leon's deft hands race to pull the bra off you in one smooth motion, setting it next to the shirt he'd just rid you of.
you couldn't stop the soft, breathy moan that escaped you as leon reached out to cup each of your breasts in his hands. "got such pretty tits, baby," he says, staring into your dazed eyes as he fondles them. "so fuckin' perfect." he squeezed them gently, pushing them together in his large palms before letting them settle again. he leans down, pressing hot, open mouth kisses down the column of your neck, sucking occasionally at the flesh until he reached your chest.
leon's tongue darts out to lick a thin, teasing stripe up your left nipple, his saliva coating the hardened bud. he blows ever so slightly, causing you to shiver at the cool sensation. you can't help but let out a strangled moan as his other hand works your right nipple, rolling it between his thumb and pointer finger. your core clenches as he finally takes your nipple into his mouth, mouth sucking the nub fervently.
"fuck, leon... feels good..." you trail, hips subtly grinding down into the thick muscle of his thigh that was still pressed between your soaked core, desperate for more friction. leon groans deeply at the sound of your sweet voice, the low vibration traveling straight through your nipple he has trapped between his lips. his eyes flick up to meet yours, dark and burning with desire, while his thumb continues its slow, relentless assault on your right nipple.
"yeah, baby? feels so good, right?" he breathes out, pulling off your nipple with a wet pop, lips shiny with saliva. a thin string of spit connects his mouth to the swollen peak before it breaks. you nod with an embarrassing amount of enthusiasm, tears nearly pricking at your eyes just from how horny you are. your hips grind down on his meaty thigh harder this time, tiny, desperate moans slipping from your mouth as you stare at him, eyes practically begging him to give you more.
leon's eyes flare with dark satisfaction as he watches you nod so eagerly, tears threatening to fall from your eyes, hips grinding down desperately against his thigh. "feels that good, huh?" he breathes, thumb giving your right nipple one last slow roll before his hands slide down to grip your waist. "fuck, sweetheart…" he leans in, pressing a small kiss to your collarbone, then trails lower, running his lips over your chest while his hands slide down to pop the button on your pants, pulling the zipper down in one smooth motion.
the damp fabric clings stubbornly to your skin as he tugs at it, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your pants and panties together. you lift your hips to help him, elbow rested atop the counter behind you to balance yourself. he tugs the soaked layers down your legs in one steady pull, tossing them aside on the kitchen floor with a damp slap. the cool air kisses your overheated, dripping cunt and you shiver, a soft whimper escaping your lips under leon's quiet, intense stare. you're now completely bare in front of him, eyes gazing up at him needily as you gauge his expression.
leon is practically hypontized, his gaze dropping between your thighs, eyes darkening with raw, unrestrained hunger. he wets his lips slowly with his tongue, as if he's already imagining how good you're going to taste. he steps closer, right hand traveling down your abdomen and in between your thighs. his palm is warm against your skin, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. he slides two fingers between your thighs, running his middle finger through your slick slit, parting your folds and gathering your wetness.
a low, appreciative hum escapes him when he feels how incredibly soaked you are. he pulls his hand back and holds his glistening fingers up between you, the dim light catching on the shine coating the digits. his eyes pierce into yours as he brings his fingers closer to your face, offering them to you.
"open." he commands, his voice rough and assertive as he presses his middle and ring finger to your lips. when your lips part obediently, he slides his fingers into your mouth, letting your taste yourself. his thumb brushes your bottom lip and you suck gently, eyes locked onto his.
"that's it, sweetheart. taste how fuckin’ wet you are for me," he drawls, watching your tongue swirl around his finger with hooded eyes. "shit… such a dirty fucking girl.” pulling his fingers free with a soft pop, he brings it to his own mouth, sucking it clean with a deep groan. the sight makes your core clench uncontrollably, begging to be stuffed with something, anything at this point.
and with that, leon drops to his knees in front of you, slinging one leg over his shoulder to open you up to him. you grip the counter behind you tightly, balancing yourself as leon grips the soft plush of your thigh. he leans in, hot breath fanning over your dripping cunt, and presses a soft, short kiss to your clit. you whine, eyes looking into his pleadingly.
he only smiles up at you from between your thighs, that dark, knowing smile that makes your stomach flip. he leans in again, dipping his head lower and licking a slow, thick stripe up your folds from your entrance to your clit. when he reaches the swollen bud, he flicks the wet muscle against it with the perfect pressure.
you twitch hard, a soft, needy moan slipping from your lips as sparks of pleasure rush through you.
watching your reactions, leon hums lowly before taking your sensitive clit in between his lips, suckling the bundle of nerves while flicking his tongue. his tongue draws small, deliberate circles over the trapped bud, forcing out louder, higher pitched moans from you. the sensation is almost overwhelming. your hips jerk, a hand flying to his damp hair as he works you with his mouth. your fingers grip at his strands tighter than you mean to, earning a low groan from leon. the sound vibrates straight through your clit, head falling back ever so slightly as he continues his assault on your core.
leon presses a single digit to your folds, running his finger up and down before pushing it past your slit. you're so wet that it slides in easily, but still he takes his time, curling it gently at first before pressing an additional finger to your clenching pussy. he pumps his fingers slowly, angling his fingers upwards in a hook to press against your g-spot.
"fuck, listen to those pretty sounds, sweetheart," he mumbles against your pussy, voice muffled and rough. "grippin' my fingers so tight... my pretty girl’s just been waiting for me to split her open, huh, baby?" his words vibrate through you as he continues to suck at your clit with such vigor that you feel tears prick at your eyes from how fucking good it feels. you let out a sob, eyebrows knitted together as you begin to feel a pressure begin to tug at your lower abdomen.
his fingers begin to speed up, hooking upwards inside you as he feels for the spongy bump of your g-spot. every stroke making wet, obscene sounds echo in the kitchen, mixing with your high pitched, breathy moans and the steady thrum of the rain outside.
you're trembling, hips jerking uncontrollably as the pleasure builds hotter and tighter with every curl of his fingers and every suck on your clit. your grip on his hair tightens even more, tugging hard enough to pull another groan from his throat. only when your thighs begin to shake violently around his head and your moans turn into desperate, broken cries does he finally pull his mouth off your clit with a wet pop. he looks up at you, lips and chin glistening with your arousal, eyes dark and burning.
"leon, w-what the fuck?" you sob out, a single tear rolling down your heated cheeks as you stare at him in desperation, eyebrows knitted together in confusion at your ruined orgasm. he chuckles darkly, fingers pulling out of your core as he rises to his feet to press a chaste kiss to your forehead to console you. he wipes the tear that rolls down your cheek and pushes your hair behind your ear while cooing at your frustrated form.
"not yet, sweetheart." he rasps, holding your chin in place with his thumb as he forces you to look at him. "gotta bury my cock in this tight little cunt first," he whispers, pressing a brief kiss to your pouty lips as he stares down at you. reaching his strong arms under your thighs, he scoops you up in one smooth motion. your legs wrap around his waist automatically, your dripping cunt pressed hot and slick against his abdomen as he carries you up the stairs without any effort.
he walks down the hallway to your bedroom, having already known its location from when he came over to change your window’s film which had desperately needed replacing.
kicking open your bedroom door, he walks you over to the bed and sets you down in the middle, your form sprawling out as you prop yourself up on your elbows. leon stands at the end of the bed, pulling the tight shirt off his body as you watch in delight. he makes quick work of his jeans and boxers as well, tossing the articles of clothing aside as he descends onto the bed.
your mouth is open in awe as you ogle at his thick cock, the tip leaking with small dribbles of precum. he was big, the base thick and heavy, the shaft curving slightly upward with prominent veins running along its length. it twitched under your hungry gaze, another bead of precum sliding down the flushed head.
leon's lips curl into a smug, knowing smirk as he catches you staring. "you want this, sweetheart?" he purrs, voice low and rough with arousal. he wraps his large hand around the base, giving himself a slow, lazy stroke from root to tip, spreading the slick precum over the head. his eyes never leave yours, thick with lust.
your breath catches in your throat as you watch him stroke his thick cock right in front of you, the wet sound of his hand gliding over slick skin making your empty pussy clench desperately around nothing. the ruined orgasm still has your nerves buzzing, every inch of you hypersensitive and aching for relief.
leon's smirk deepens at your obvious hunger. "yeah... you do," he answers for you, voice a raspy, filthy rumble. he leans in close, releasing his cock and letting it slap heavy and wet against his abs. his hands slide up your thighs, thumbs digging into the soft flesh as he spreads you wider, exposing every inch of you to his hungry gaze. "look at that. so fuckin' desperate for me. dirty girl, dripping all over the sheets just from watching me stroke it." one thick finger drags through your folds, collecting your slick before he brings it to his mouth and sucks it clean. his eyes flutter shut for a second, like he's savoring the taste of you, then snap back open again, his gaze more intense than before.
he shifts up the bed slowly, every muscle in his torso flexing as the mattress dips under his weight. his cock drags a scorching, sticky trail up your stomach, leaving a shiny smear of precum across your skin. when he settles between your thighs, the blunt, leaking head nudges right against your swollen clit, making your hips jerk up involuntarily. you let out a whine, your patience nearly spent as you glare at him, annoyed.
"easy, sweetheart," he chuckles darkly, pinning your hips down with one big hand. "you'll get it when i say so."
he rocks his hips forward, sliding the entire length of his cock along your pussy up and down, coating himself in your arousal until the wet, obscene sound of it fills the room. every pass bumping the head against your clit, then dragging back down to tease your entrance, never quite pushing inside. your hands fist the sheets, back arching, broken little whimpers spilling from your lips as the teasing from downstairs makes every nerve ending scream for more.
“leon… please—” you gasp, voice cracking. you were nearly about to give up.
“please what, sweetheart?” he taunts, leaning down to bite at your jaw, your throat, sucking a fresh mark into the skin just below your ear. “use your words, yeah? tell me exactly what you want me to do to this pretty pussy.”
you’re shaking, thighs trembling around his waist, but the words tumble out anyway, much different from your bashful slurry of words from before. you beg, lip quivering desperately as you nearly cry out of sheer frustration. “fuck me… god, leon, i need your cock inside me right now. please, i can’t, i need it—”
he groans against your neck, the sound vibrating through you. “that’s my girl.” in one smooth motion he flips you onto your stomach, yanking your hips up so you’re on your knees, ass high in the air. you barely have time to catch your breath before he’s gripping your hair and tugging your head back, angling it to look towards the mirror on the right side of your bedroom.
“mirror,” he growls against your ear. “eyes on the mirror the whole time, baby." he drawls, hands caressing the fat of your ass with his other hand as he presses himself against you.
your gaze shifts. the tall standing mirror reflects every filthy detail back at you. your flushed face, lips parted and swollen, eyes glossy and desperate. and behind you, leon, shoulders broad and muscles bulging, one hand fisted in your hair, the other gripping the base of his thick cock as he lines himself up.
he pushes in slowly, inch by inch, until the stretch burns so good your mouth falls open on a silent cry. you watch in the mirror as your pussy stretches obscenely around him, lips parting wide to take every thick vein, every ridge. the slight upward curve of his cock drags perfectly against that spot deep inside, making your walls flutter and squeeze. you feel as if you're on cloud nine right now, finally feeling satisfied as his thick cock stretches your cunt deliciously. you could cry right now, the fullness of his cock buried inside you so deep you swear you could feel him in your cervix.
“fuck, look at that, sweetheart,” he rasps, voice wrecked. his eyes are locked on the where your sexes connect in the mirror, watching himself disappear inside you. "so fuckin' tight. swallowing me like you were made for it." he bottoms out with a sharp snap of his hips, pelvis flush against your ass, balls heavy against your clit.
the sight his cock buried to the hilt inside your pussy makes you moan loud enough to echo off the walls. he doesn’t wait. he pulls back until only the flushed head remains inside, then slams forward again, setting a punishing rhythm that makes your whole body jolt. a creamy white ring coats his cock with every slow, rough drag inside your cunt as his hand grips the fat of your ass.
every thrust is on full display in the mirror. the way your back arches deeper, the way your tits bounce with every impact, the way your ass ripples when his hips slap against it. his cock glistens with your slick each time he drags it out before he drives back in.
leon’s hand slides around to your front, fingers finding your swollen clit again. he rubs tight, fast circles in time with his thrusts, never letting up. he leans over your body to your ear to and whispers, “watch yourself,” he orders, tugging your hair harder so you can’t look away. “watch how pretty you look getting fucked like this, taking my cock like such a good fucking girl.” he purrs, making eye contact with you in the mirror before letting up to set an even quicker pace.
you're already so close, so fucking close to cumming, the teasing from earlier making you hypersensitive to every rough thrust of his cock in your wet pussy. you feel that familiar knot curling again in your stomach, and you swear you could cry from how good his cock feels dragging against your walls— the slight upward curve that presses against your g-spot, the thick veins that adorn it from the base to the shaft—
“leon, fuck, i’m gonna—” your voice cracks, breaking into a sob.
“yeah? you gonna cum already?” he groans, hips snapping harder as your walls tighten up around him, the headboard starting to knock against the wall. “cum on my cock, sweetheart. watch yourself get fucked stupid by your favorite neighbor.” the words are shameless as they leave his mouth, and you can’t help the way your pussy clenches involuntarily at his words. he groans, dragging his cock faster along your aching cunt as he watches you intently in the mirror.
his fingers press harder on your clit, rubbing perfect figure-eights into the swollen bud in a way that feels so delicious with his cock splitting you open. with a last firm circle on your clit, you find yourself coming apart in no time.
the orgasm rips through you like lightning, violent and blinding. your pussy clamps down around his cock like a vice, pulsing and gushing around him as you scream his name. in the mirror you watch yourself come undone, your eyes rolling back and mouth open in a broken cry, whole body shaking while he fucks you through it. leon's pace never slows as he drags your orgasm out until you’re sobbing and twitching.
“good fucking girl... shit, just like that,” he groans, voice raw. his hips keep snapping forward in that same brutal rhythm, cock slamming deep into your spasming pussy even as you’re still coming apart, walls clamping and fluttering wildly around him. the wet, filthy squelch of your arousal mixes with the relentless slap of skin on skin, louder now that the headboard is hammering the wall in time with every thrust.
“fuck, sweetheart,” leon growls, voice wrecked and dark. his fingers never leave your clit, in fact— they press harder, rubbing those perfect, merciless circles even faster, dragging the orgasm out until it twists into something sharper, almost painful. your scream melts into a broken sob as the pleasure flips straight into overstimulation, every nerve screaming while your pussy keeps pulsing and gushing around his thick cock.
“leon, please, no— too much—” you choke out, but the words dissolve into another helpless cry when he grinds deep and circles your clit just right. in the mirror you’re forced to watch it all as your eyes roll back, and tears stream down your flushed cheeks.
“too much?” he laughs low and cruel against your ear, never missing a stroke. “look at who’s ruining you right now, sweetheart. look at that pretty face getting fucking wrecked,” he groans, yanking your head up higher by the hair so you can’t hide from the reflection. his other hand snakes around your front, large hands finding purchase around your neck as he pulls your frame flush to his.
your thighs start shaking violently, legs threatening to give out, but leon just presses you closer to him, hand squeezing your neck possessively. he fucks into you harder, deeper, cock dragging relentlessly over that oversensitive spot inside you with every thrust. his other hand leaves your tangled hair to rub tight, firm circles into your clit, and you almost cry from the hot pleasure building in your stomach.
“gonna give me another one already, baby?” he taunts, voice rough with lust. your cunt flutters wildly around him at his seductive, almost condescending tone, moans getting higher-pitched as you feel your orgasm approaching. “that’s my girl. cum for me, sweetheart. know you want to," his pace never once falters, strong hand holding you up as he presses a small kiss behind your ear while encouraging you to cum on his cock.
the second orgasm hits you harder, sharper, almost too intense to bear. your whole body seizes, as you gush around him for the second time, fresh slick squirting out around his cock and dripping messily down your thighs onto the sheets. you scream his name until your voice cracks, eyes screwed shut in the mirror before they snap open again. back arched impossibly, mouth open in a broken sob, tears pouring freely while your body jerks and twitches uncontrollably in his grip.
but leon still doesn’t let up.
he fucks you straight through it, hips pistoning faster, the wet slap of skin turning obscene and constant. his fingers keep torturing your swollen, oversensitive clit— pinching, rubbing, and flicking it until the pleasure flips into pure fire, every stroke making you sob and thrash against him. you collapse forward onto your elbows, face buried in the bed, ass still high and presented for him as he follows you down, blanketing your body completely.
“leon… i can’t— please, i can’t take it—” you’re babbling, drooling into the bed, legs kicking weakly as a third orgasm builds right on the heels of the last one, vicious and unstoppable.
“uh-uh,” he rasps, lips brushing your ear, voice dark and filthy. “i waited months for this perfect little cunt,” he rasps, voice heavy with everything he’s held back for so long. "so you can give me one more, sweetheart." leon purrs, his nails digging into your hips as he continues his relentless abuse to your cunt.
he yanks your head back again so you have no choice but to see your tear-streaked, ruined face. you’re practically limp in his arms as hot streams run down your face from the sheer amount of pleasure. the way your pussy is stretched obscenely around his thick cock as it pounds into you without mercy, and the way your whole body trembles and jolts with every brutal thrust is enough for another pit in your stomach to build.
the orgasm that’s been building finally crests, and it feels almost painful, every contraction sending tiny shocks up your spine. it drags through you in long, shuddering waves, your walls clamping down around him in tight, fluttering pulses while fresh slick gushes out around his cock. you watch it all in the mirror, your eyes glossy and unfocused, mouth open in a hoarse, broken cry, tears slipping down your flushed cheeks as your thighs shake violently.
“fuck… that’s it,” leon groans against your ear, voice raw and satisfied, his hips stuttering as he chases his orgasm. “such a good fucking girl, taking me so well,” leon grunts out, voice rough and ragged as he chases his own release. your cunt flutters around his thick length, hands scrambling for purchase on the bed as hot tears run down your cheeks.
you’re still twitching, still trying to catch your breath, when the overstimulation really sets in— sharp and electric, too much all at once. your hips jerk away on instinct, a wrecked sob tearing from your throat as the pleasure flips into something almost painful.
"shhh, i've got you," he murmurs softly against your neck, his voice losing its rough edge as his own release builds. "just one more thing, baby…" leon's breathing is ragged, his hips stuttering as he nears his release.
with a final, deep thrust, leon buries himself to the hilt and stills. he groans deeply, hips bucking as you milk him for all he's got. you feel him pulse inside you, hot, thick ropes of his cum filling you completely as he groans your name against your shoulder blade. his body trembles slightly, muscles tensing and then relaxing as he empties himself into you. it's a satisfying release that seems to go on forever, each pulse of his cock accompanied by a low, guttural sound of pure satisfaction.
leon stays buried deep for a long moment afterward, both of you breathing heavily in the quiet room. the rain has softened outside, now just a gentle patter against the windows. his weight is comforting on your back, his arms wrapped securely around your waist as he presses soft kisses along your spine.
when he finally pulls out, you collapse completely onto the bed, boneless and satisfied. he shifts beside you, gathering you into his arms and snuggling you into his side. you rest your head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat as his fingers gently stroke your hair.
"you okay?" he asks after a few moments of comfortable silence, his voice soft, a stark contrast to his rough, lust-ridden voice from a few minutes ago.
"mhm... so good." you mumble into his firm chest, and he lets out a breathy laugh at your reply. he strokes your hair gently, pressing a kiss to your hairline as he watches you catch your breath.
"yeah, baby?" he teases, settling into your arms as he thinks of what he wants to say. you're drifting off when he speaks again, his voice barely above a whisper. "i've wanted this for so long." although your eyes are heavy, you can't help the way your heart skips a beat at his words.
your eyes flutter open at his confession. "how long?" you ask curiously, mouth parted as you listen to the calm thrum of his heart against his chest.
"since the day you moved in," he admits, his thumb tracing circles on your shoulder. "that's why i kept coming up with excuses to see you. the porch light, the fence… none of it... really needed fixing." he says, and it's a little endearing to see leon so honest... it was cute. the sleepiness wore off a bit, your lips curving into a smile as you think about all the times he's offered his help to you in the name of "being a good neighbor."
"what about the leaky faucet?" you ask, propping yourself up on an elbow to look at him better. "that one was actually dripping." you inquire, wriggling your eyebrows at him playfully.
leon grins wolfishly. "okay, that one was real. but i may have exaggerated how bad it was so i could come back a few times." he admits, fingers absentmindedly drawing shapes into the small of your back.
you shake your head, unable to stop smiling. "you're ridiculous." you huff out, mirroring his mannerisms by tracing hearts into his firm chest with your fingers, eyes focused on your movements.
"i tried to be subtle, sweetheart," he admits. "but i was losing my goddamn mind trying to tell you. tonight, when i saw you stuck in the rain... i knew i couldn't pretend anymore." your fingers still on his chest, biting back a smile as you take in his words. you had to admit, it felt nice to finally hear him be honest about how he felt, the flirting a precursor to his true feelings.
"i'm glad you didn't," you say, leaning up a bit to press a soft kiss to his lips. he responds immediately, his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you closer. when you pull away, he's smiling.
"so," he says, a boyish smile gracing his features, "what happens now?" he asks, genuine curiosity behind his playful eyes.
"well," you say thoughtfully, "you could start by not pretending things are broken just to talk to me." you giggle, staring at him in amusement as a wider smile breaks out on his features.
leon laughs, the sound warm and genuine. "deal." he says, trapping you tightly into his arms. you giggle, smacking at his biceps for him to release you. once he does, you look at him with a smirk plastered on your face.
"hey, leon?" you ask, staring into his eyes with a hint of mischief.
"yeah, sweetheart?" he asks, brows raised as he stares at you trying not to laugh.
"i think my kitchen sink might be making a weird noise." you say, biting your lips to stop the laugh that eventually does escape, burying your face in his bare chest.
he chuckles, pressing a kiss to the back of your head. "i'll be over first thing in the morning to check it out."
nier’s note 🗒️: oh my god you guys yes this was such an indulgent write i’m not gonna lie to you. vendetta/re9 leon has been on my mind all the time lately and i can’t help it that man is such a dilf. but if you read fully to the end i really really appreciate it thank you for supporting my writing!! hoping to make this a pretty consistent blog but we’ll see. also literally the first day of me writing this it started storming hard af outside my apartment and i literally got so inspired i love rain. anyways, yes it’s long yes it’s 95% smut, yes i’m a slut for leon, no i don’t care. thank u for reading ♡
Had this idea of Sherry's perspective in Requiem. Also, playing RE2 may have inspired me more. I was also rushing this because work is piling up, so apologies for some weird inconsistent stuff in there.
Special thanks to @theycallmedarling and @loveiscosmicsin for proofreading this thing because my brain isn't doing a lot of English lately lol.
💭 thinking about waking up next to re9!Leon who’s a little needy ᝰ.ᐟ 18+ it’s gets a little slutty at the end my bad
The bedroom is cool, quiet, save for your soft breaths and the faint chittering of birds outside— it’s peaceful, and Leon, being the first to wake as always, lies there to simply bask in it. He’s pressed right up behind you, one arm tucked under your pillow and the other draped around your waist, his hand tucked under your sleep-shirt because this man lives for skin-on-skin contact.
He’s so in-tune with your body, he could feel you start to wake even before those eyes of yours begin to flutter open, and he takes that as an invitation to snuggle in closer, pressing a smiley-kiss to your shoulder as you begin to stir.
“There she is… sleeping beauty,” He hums affectionately from behind you, his voice all rough with sleep, chest rumbling against your back, dragging you to the land of the living.
“Mfm… s’too early,” your sleepy murmur gets a chuckle from him, the sound muffled into your skin.
“It’s almost twelve pm, baby.”
You whine in disagreement, “But it’s a Sunday and we’ve got nothing to do.”
He shushes you, hand slides from under your shirt to caress the curve of your hip soothingly as his mouth moves across your shoulder carefully in feather-light pecks.
“M’not saying you gotta get up yet, baby. Come on, turn around, let me see you.”
A smile tugs at the corners of your lips, and you shuffle, turning around to look up at him— all sleep soft and warm, the early-afternoon sun catching in your eyes. He reaches his hand out, his fingertips grazing across your face, pushing your tussled hair back so he can get a good, long look at you, and he smiles, rare and private, only for your eyes.
“Morning, gorgeous,” he whispers quietly, leaning in to brush a kiss to the corner of your mouth.
You hum, curling your arms around his broad shoulders to keep him close as he peppers open-mouthed kisses along the curve of your jaw, his nose bumping against your cheek. “Good morning, handsome,” you reply lazily, his stubble tickling your soft skin, purposely rubbing the rough hairs against the side of your face just to hear you laugh.
“Thought you were gonna go to the gym today?” you ask almost teasingly, slipping your fingers through his hair.
He groans into your neck at the reminder, his body melting in your arms, seeking your warmth out like a sunbathing cat, “That was the plan, yeah… then I woke up, and you were all soft and warm, clinging to me nd’I couldn’t leave you like that.”
It’s almost the exact same excuse he had used yesterday, but you weren’t going to complain, not when he’s all over you and pinning you against the soft mattress, bare-chested and spoiling you with kisses.
“Unless you want me to leave, hmm?— scared I’ll let myself go, baby?” He chuckles, running his knuckles along your cheek as your hands run down his chest, fingers catching the coarse hairs that pepper his skin.
“You’re ridiculous. Obviously, I want you here.” You murmur, tilting your head to kiss him properly, deeply, his lips slotting against yours perfectly.
“Oh, obviously, is it? ” he echoes smugly, grinning against your mouth as he pushes your shirt up to your collarbones, “This is better than lifting weights anyway,” he murmurs, kissing down your neck and over the swell of your breasts— your breath catching at the feeling.
“Well, that’s not much of a competition.”
Your fingers run through his hair and he makes a low gravelly noise, leaning into your hands. “You’re right, it’s not even close— god you’re so fucking warm.” He sighs, looking up at you through his lashes with a faint grin, blue eyes glinting—he was definitely scheming.
“Gonna let me love on you a little before we get up, yeah?” He smiles against your sternum, his voice all tender yet rough with want because god you look and feel amazing like this. “Make you come on my tongue first, then fuck you, nice and slow— make breakfast after?”
“Mm, Jesus… Leon…” his name falls from your lips, broken and whiny, desperate, and he coos in response, a hushed ‘I know baby’ before capturing your nipple into his wet mouth— his tongue flicking over the hardened peak as his hand cups your other boob.
He shifts against you, slotting himself snug between your legs. You wrap your thighs around him, a whimper catching in your throat when he grinds his hard-on against your clothed pussy, arching into him for more, wetness already collecting in your panties.
“I’ll handle it… you just relax f’me, baby.” He promises, kissing his way down your tummy whilst his fingers pinch at your nipples— his free hand tugging your panties down.
Lazy Sundays were the closest thing to heaven.
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