[looking at people younger than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at people older than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at myself] its over
MDNI 18+. smut. vendetta!leon. college senior!reader. age gap (leon is mid to late 30s, reader is early to mid 20s). leon and reader have been drinking. brief mention of birth control. semi-public sex. cream-pie. slightly ooc leon. not proofread. ᯓ★
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neon dividers by @/lariesographic
leon wasn’t usually at the bar on fridays or saturdays, it was always too crowded and too noisy for his liking, but he’d had a shitty week and he really needed a strong drink. when he arrived the bar was already packed. college students were filling all the booths and tables, and crowding the bar. leon moved through the crowd, sitting at the farthest end of the bar keeping to himself, figuring he wouldn’t stay very long. just have a couple drinks then head back home.
unfortunately, leon severely misjudged his night because not even an hour later he was backing you up against the sink in the bathroom devouring your lips, biting at your plump lower lip then working his tongue against yours.
your ass was pressed against the porcelain sink, legs wrapped around leon’s waist. how you’d convinced him to do this was beyond you, but you were so glad because you’d been eyeing him the second he walked in. leon had made sure to get your age before conceding, because you were a pretty little thing, even if he knew this wasn’t a clear headed decision.
leon wanted a distraction, and he got one.
“do you have a condom?” you ask, voice all soft and breathless from the kissing. he was trailing his lips down your neck, sucking harshly at your collarbone and pulling the straps of your sundress off your shoulders.
and then he stopped—stilling when he realized what you’d asked. “uh, no.”
“ugh, seriously?”
“i wasn’t planning to get laid tonight.” despite this not being the first time he’s had sex in a bar bathroom, he wasn’t in the habit of carrying condoms with him. it was so few and far between that he actually slept with someone it hardly made sense for him to have some.
your next question told him that you were definitely still interested. your voice so soft, so fucking pretty that it was messing with leon’s head. “you clean?”
leon’s hands dragged over your bare thighs, nudging your nose with his. “yes, are you?”
“yes.”
“i can pull out.”
“i have an iud, you’re fine.”
leon was silent for a few seconds, then, “you’re not just saying that, right?”
“fuck no, i’m not just saying that, you think i want a kid right now when i’ve got at least another year of college?” well, that, leon could trust.
“you’ve got quite the mouth on you.” his voice was lower, almost teasing as he licked a stripe up the side of your neck.
“maybe you should put it to use.”
“i could.” he shrugged, seeming like he was contemplating it. he had one hand kneading your ass while the other pulled the top of your dress down until your breasts were on display, nipples already pebbled. they were a feast for his eyes. you watch the corners of his mouth lift into a smirk.
“but i’m more interested in the sounds you’ll make for me.” then he sucked and licked at one of your nipples while he pinched the other.
and he wasn’t very gently about it either.
“f-fuck, leon!”
your nails dug into his shoulders as his tongue flicks your nipple. the curl of his lips and the way his eyes are looking up at you tell you everything you need to know. he’s enjoying this.
he pulls back, delivering a sharp smack to your thigh with his free hand.
“there’s that mouth again…”
leon clicks his tongue, fingers digging at your thighs as his spreads them enough to step between your legs.
you shiver involuntarily from the heat radiating off him. your panties clinging to your folds and there’s definitely an obvious wet patch.
“would you look at that, you’re soaked already.”
his mouth curls up as he slides one finger into the silky fabric covering you, groaning as he feels your slick warmth.
“bet you taste divine…” leon whispers more to himself rather than saying it to you.
your head tips back against the mirror, eyes fluttering when leon pulls the soaked fabric out of the way and slides two fingers inside your spongy walls. his thumb presses against your clit and your body jolts, arching into his touch. soft whines slip past your lips as he circles your clit sloppily.
“come on, don’t make me wait.”
it’s not your fault that you’ve grown impatient. you’re body is wound and electrified, tiptoeing on a fine line that is suddenly becoming not enough. you need more, need to feel all of him before you combust.
the sound of leon unbuckling his belt drew your attention. hazy eyes focusing back on him, lips parted and panting. every tooth of the zipper sounds deafening despite the rowdy noise from the bar just outside the bathroom.
leon grins seeing how your eyes are locked onto what he’s doing, he removes his fingers from you and brings them to his mouth without hesitation. you didn’t miss the way they glisten with your arousal in the dim lighting. leon hums, his eyes shutting as your flavor bursts across his tastebuds. he savors it for as long as he can.
“divine indeed. if i didn’t want to be inside you so much right now, i’d bury my tongue in your wet, little pussy.”
your face heats up at how unabashedly he’s talking about you. or rather your pussy. it makes your head spin, but you find yourself liking leon and how he talks.
you watch as lean tips his head forward, letting spit drop from his mouth down onto his cock, fisting the hardened length, and spreading around his saliva before running the head through your slick folds. it bumps against your clit before catching your entrance.
he presses his forehead to yours, eyes meeting. a silent question, asking if you’re ready. you inhale sharply at the pressure of just the head teasing your walls, ready to give.
“please…”
leon groans, pressing his lips against yours, tongues melding together as he slides fully inside you in one measured thrust.
a strangled moan is swallowed by leon’s mouth as he devours your lips. you were so warm and tight, almost suffocating him with the way your walls squeezed him perfectly.
he thrusts in and out with a gentle pace that soon gains momentum and begins to border on being rough, not that you mind, he feels stupidly good inside your gummy walls.
the second he breaks the kiss his name falls from your lips in a silky whimper.
“yeah, that’s it, sweetheart. moan my name, let everyone out there hear how good you’re getting fucked by someone you just met…”
leon grabs your hips, pulling your ass to the edge of the sink. you yelp, thinking you were going to fall if he hadn’t been holding you up, but the concern leaves as soon as it came when he delivers a devastating thrust. your hands grab at his arms and you can’t hold back the moan that erupts from your throat. the new angle has the tip of his cock kissing your cervix and your vision blurs for a second.
the intensity builds low in your stomach and your walls flutter around him.
“leon, yes! need more, please.”
leon laughs, dropping his head to your shoulder.
“i’ll give you as much as you need, baby. jus’ gotta tell me what you want.”
while he waits for your response, he nips at your collarbone, leaving a faint mark by the time he’s done.
“h-harder, please.” your voice is breathless and wrecked and leon loves that he’s the reason.
“m’kay, hold on.”
you can feel him smiling against your skin and it’s only a few seconds before his pace picks up. he slams into you in long strokes, over and over again. reaching deep inside and hitting every spot that makes you see stars.
you’re gasping, eyes glassy from the sheer intensity of how he’s battering into you. if it weren’t for the loud music in the bar you would’ve worried about people hearing you. hearing your moans, his grunts, the lewd *plap* *plap* *plap* of skin on skin.
your fingers tangle in his hair, holding onto him like an anchor as you begin to mumble incoherently.
“leonnn!…”
“fuck, baby, i love how you sound, how you feel around me.”
one of his hands moves to your breasts, alternating between the two tugging your nipples with his thumb and forefinger. his other hand moves down your torso and works between your thighs until his thumb is pressing against your clit.
it’s like lightning running through your veins, the action pulls a visceral sound from your throat and your body goes tense. your walls squeezing him more and more.
“you keep doing that and i’m not going to last much longer.”
“i-i’m close, s’okay.”
leon takes that and runs with it because he is embarrassingly close to finishing, and as much as he’d like this to last longer, he also can’t help himself when you feel like heaven and sin wrapped in one.
his thrusts grow sloppy, unmeasured and nothing like the way he’d started, but still pleasurable all the same.
leon grunts against your skin, burying his face in your neck when he feels your shaky legs wrap around him.
he feels your body twitch and shake. your moans grow louder and your walls flutter around his cock. ensuring you reach your climax first he presses his thumb harder against your clit, and that’s all it takes for you to break.
that’s when leon allows himself to fall over the edge too. his body tenses and he stills, cock buried deep inside you as he marks you with his cum. you squeeze around him, riding out your orgasm, massaging his cock so much that the head becomes sensitive.
neither you or leon move for a while. your harsh breaths fill the space as you both come down from your respective highs.
when leon pulls out he tugs your panties back in place before his cum leaks out then tucks himself away.
he helps you down off the sink, steadying you before letting you right yourself because you definitely look like you just got thoroughly fucked.
“so…can i get your number?”
you look at leon in the mirror, almost wanting to scoff at him, but you don’t.
“only if you buy me another drink.”
leon pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue, trying to hold back a grin. he liked you more than he probably should and he’d just met you.
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