Synopsis: You show a older man the cure for loneliness!
Tags: DILF!Leon (re9 requiem) x fem!user, age gap (not specified but all legal), oral sex (m and f receiving), unprotected sex, backshots, light rough sex, creampie, Leon being Leon and more!
Note: Hey!!! Finally, a Leon DILF fic 🙏🏻 maybe a little long because I got a little too excited lmao, enjoy!!!
After Leon retired and left behind that crazy life fighting nuclear monsters, he thought he'd spend the rest of his days like a lonely dog whose senses had faded and who was no longer useful. So he retired honorably, left his old habits behind, and moved to a small town in the South, far from anything that might disrupt his new beginning.
Now the great Leon S. Kennedy lived alone in a small house with a small fence, trying to socialize with the neighbors. He was somewhat envious of seeing men his age with their families, enjoying the snow, and it seemed like they were laughing in his face. So he simply resigned himself to dying alone, so many years of serving the nation for nothing. Oh well, that's what he thought until he saw (or so he believed) an angel walk through the doors of the local bar where he drank his bitter coffee every morning.
Too young, he knew, but come on, how could he look away when she (wrapped in coats and a scarf to shield her face from the cold) sat down in the chair a short distance from him? Impossible.
"Too much sugar." he commented distractedly, in his best attempt at being sociable when he looked the way you put too much sugar in your coffee, which he saw you so kindly order from the waitress in the quiet bar.
"What are you? My father?" You replied with a smile, calmly, looking at him with eyes too bright for your own good. That's when everything clicked.
The casual morning encounters at the bar led to long conversations, and then there you were at his door with the apple pie you'd baked. Then cookies and tea, until you were spending more time at his house. It was all friendly, something Leon repeatedly assured himself was just your kindness because you felt pity for him.
But it wasn't long before you started making that eyes to him, leaning closer, and gazing at him with sparkling eyes as he recounted the most trivial things. Even though it was cold, you managed to wear a skirt with tights underneath, you played with your hair, and your cheeks warmed up whenever you managed to make him laugh. It definitely wasn't 'just kindness', and Leon's old instincts didn't fail him.
Light touches, lingering glances, and shy smiles led you to end up sucking his cock one winter afternoon in his living room, looking at him with eager eyes, hoping to squeeze that cock dry. Leon had never felt so guilty in his life, assuring you it would be the only time it would happen and that his loneliness was playing tricks on him.
But the next time, he was devouring your pussy like a desperate man on his table, his hands forcefully spreading your legs. Fuck, he was devouring you. His tongue was fucking you hard, sucking up every drop of your arousal.
"I'm just returning the favor, sweetheart." He murmured against the wet lips of your cunt, leaving careless kisses on your clit before sucking hard. This man definitely knew how to devour cunts. He did it with passion, with mastery.
When you came, he kissed your forehead and assured you that this time would definitely be the last and that he would never touch you again, afraid of corrupting you with his dirty hands. You just nodded, too dizzy and ecstatic from your orgasm. But come on, you didn't believe him, did you? Because once this man tasted your cunt, he wasn't going to let you go so easily.
You couldn't feign surprise when, as the days passed, on another of your daily visits, you ended up leaning back on the couch, your back arched, letting Leon fuck you hard from behind, almost repressed.
"Harder, harder—" You moaned, dirty demanding more as you pushed your ass back to meet his thrusts. Leon's experienced hands roamed over your hips until they shifted, one calloused hand moving to one of your breasts and the other sliding down to find your clit, giving it the attention it deserved.
"Damn, what a good pussy—" He murmured behind you, kissing your shoulders and neck while continuing to thrust his hard cock deep inside your walls, which seemed to be sucking him in even more. You were a greedy girl, he could tell.
The sound was obscene, he was fucking you raw, letting you feel every throbbing vein of his member. The tip of his cock reached perfect spots your fingers couldn't reach when you masturbated thinking about him, about this. And Leon was in fucking heaven, pressing his big chest, scarred like a map across his skin, against your back, forcing you to take him so deeply, every damn inch.
His hand left your breast and went for your jaw, forcing you to turn your face so he could crash his mouth to yours in a sloppy kiss where his tongue explored your mouth dirty, swallowing your moans and whimpers, too drunk with pleasure.
"Close? C-Close, baby?" He asked breathlessly, leaving sweet kisses along your sweaty cheek before gently but firmly pressing your head against the back of the couch, only to quicken his thrusts. He could feel your rubbery walls rhythmically squeezing his hard cock, slick with your wetness and his precum. And judging by the throbbing and the way his cock shaking inside you, he was close too.
"Come inside, come inside—please." You whined, clutching the shuddering back of the couch. You heard him curse at the way your walls tightened and how you came hard around his cock, your eyes rolling back.
The dirty words that spilled from your sweet lips seemed so tempting, and Leon was a weak man, just a man. So his hips shook slightly, and he leaned forward, pressing you into place and giving the last few thrusts to give you a big, thick load of his cum.
He moved his hips lazily for a few seconds before pulling you closer to his chest, careful not to fall on top of you. His back hurt slightly from the activity, but he could handle it for you.
"Damn girl, my knees are going to hurt later." was all he whispered breathlessly, his voice husky, as he held you a little tighter and kissed your temple, sweaty from the fucking this old man had just given you.
god, I need him!! I can make him happy ugh
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