sum; Leon's birthday :p re4!leon coming home to spend his birthday with you, finding you with a ton surprises for him to unravel and unwrap
content; leon is a LOVER, very affectionate, lots of lovey moments and kissing, lingerie, birthday sex, overstimulation, slight size kink, creampie, oral (m!receiving), fingering, squirting, mentions of pregnancy, some aftercare, unprotected sex
a/n; im a firm believer that leon, although traumatized, is very affectionate with his lover. That man is NOT nonchalant. He's a YEARNER AND A LOVER.
Leon hated leaving for long missions. Especially if that meant leaving the country and losing time with you. He was sent out two weeks ago, and neither of you was sure if he'd make it back for his 28th birthday. Despite the uncertainty, you made sure to prepare a surprise just in case. Your shared apartment was dimmed, quiet. The soft hum of the AC and electrical stuff mingled with the sound of your bare footsteps along the apartment.
You made him a cake, prepared his favorite dinner and then some, and made sure there was absolutely nothing for him to take care of when he got home. You wanted everything to ve perfect. So while the food remained warm on the stove top, and the cake was chilling in the fridge, you got yourself ready. Disappearing into the bedroom, you changed. You wore a soft, flowy dress that Leon had bought for you recently. It wasn't fancy, but it was enough to show you'd put in effort in how you presented yourself tonight. You sighed, brushing your hands carefully along the fabric to ensure it didn't have any wrinkles or imperfections.
At 8 p.m., just as you were pulling your hair back into a clip, you heard his familiar footsteps as the door was bumped open. You nearly tripped over your own feet as you rushed to greet him. Just as he was dropping his duffel bag and groaning, you ran up and paused just in time to stop yourself from jumping on him.
But he didn't hesitate to grab you and pull you in, kicking the door shut like a donkey.
"Jesus," he melted into you, arms firm around your waist. He was overwhelmed. The smell of you, the smell of freshly home-cooked food, the familiar, safe smell of your shared apartment. It all pulled him in and eased the tension in his back that he held like it was his best friend.
You eagerly returned the hug, peppering kisses along the side of his head and then his face once he lifted his head from the crook of your neck.
"I missed you so much." He sighed, leaning in to press a soft kiss to the corner of your lips.
"I missed you, too." You giggled, your hands absent-mindedly tangling in his hair as you both took turns mouthing at the other's skin. "Happy birthday." You muttered. "How's 28 feel so far? You're pushin' 30." You teased.
Leon groaned, shoulders slouching against you. "Please, don't remind me of my old age." He joked, pressing one final peck to your temple before he finally disconnected from the long hug that he'd been needing for what felt like years.
"Oh, please, 30 isn't even that old. It's not like you'll be geriatric and unable to exist once you hit 30." You snickered, hands dropping down to his and intertwining.
Leon finally took a minute to look around. He first noticed your dress, which made him grin lightly. "You look wonderful." He said, his hands coming to run along your hips and the curve of your waist.
"I figured you'd like the dress over a ratty t-shirt and sweats."
"Nah, you'd be just as sexy in a plastic bag." He murmured, leaning in to kiss you softly. He didn't want to pull away, but he did, not without a heavy sigh. "I'd love to hop right into whatever you have planned for me, but I need a shower." He murmured, his forehead pressed to yours.
"It's okay. Food is still warm. Cake is waiting in the fridge. And your presents are also waiting for you." You grinned, pulling him in for another quick kiss before you shuffled away to wait in the kitchen. "Don't take long."
"Wouldn't dream of it, baby." He groaned dramatically, unwilling to leave, but he knew he was gross from that mission. So he went to rinse off the grime and possible old blood in places he couldn't reach.
After a quick twenty minutes, Leon emerged from the bathroom with a casual t-shirt and a nice pair of jeans. He wanted to match your casual yet noticeable efforts. He only had one suit, but refused to wear it unless absolutely necessary. So when he found you at the stove, making sure the food wouldn't go cold, he came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his nose against the back of your neck, nipping lightly with his teeth.
"Mm, you smell amazing." He murmured, hands trailing up and down your body like he wanted to worship you with just his touch. Like he'd sacrifice his own life if it meant he got to hold you.
"I bought the perfume that you were looking at last time we went to the mall. The one you said smelled 'sexy'." You giggled lightly, turning to look at him while your hand blindly reached to turn the burner off with a small click.
"Ugh, you're a godsend." He groaned, his face remaining in your neck as he mouthed at the flesh and made sure to let his hands sneak down the small of your back before they came to fully palm and grope your ass. You squealed, erupting with laughter and swatting his chest.
"Hey!" You watched him lift his head, feigning innocence while his hands remained over your ass. "Don't you want to eat? I put a lot of time into the food." You pouted, your hands running up and down his arms.
"Of course I wanna eat," he leaned back in and kissed you deeply. "Wanna eat you so damn bad." His right hand lifted and came down with a playful spank. Another squeak left you.
"Come on!" You laughed, and when he finally pulled away, he pouted like a baby as he sat at the dinner table.
You rolled your eyes and began plating the food for him. You made sure to give him a proper portion, knowing he had minimal food on his mission. That always worried you. As you set the table and sat across from him, Leon made a point to grab your chair by the leg, dragging it around the small round table, closer to his side, old wood scraping against hardwood flooring. He linked his ankle with yours and took a bite, humming appreciatively.
"Oh," he let out a pleased sound, placing a hand over his chest. "You're an angel. I love it when you cook." He leaned into you, wrapping his free arm around you. He never failed to make sure every ounce of appreciation he felt was expressed. He wasn't always good at it, but he tried his best. Even if it was a week of silence and self isolation from him, he always made sure to tell you how deeply he cared and how much he appreciated anything and everything you did for him even if he was being a dick on some bad days.
"I know you do." You hummed, leaning forward to begin eating your own food.
You gave Leon a small recap of what you were up to throughout his mission, making sure to leave room for him to give his own stories. He couldn't say a lot about his missions because of certain restrictions, but he'd give you his vague location, small bits and pieces of what he was sent for, etc. But he never gave you specifics. No names or addresses. But you were okay with that.
After dinner, you brought the cake and the presents out to him. He settled on the couch as you tidied up the kitchen before you brought out the cake and a bag of two boxes. The two candles on the cake were large numbers '28' in a sparkly blue wax in bubbly letters. The cake itself was thoughtfully homemade, and Leon could see it. He could see it in the messy frosting, which was also homemade. He could see it in the messy layering that resulted in a slight lean of the triple layer cake. All yellow cake with a sweet vanilla frosting. He could see it in the natural way it had a few lumps and bubbles, showing off the imperfections of baking. He loved every bit of it. When you sat the cake on the coffee table in front of him, he leaned forward and looked at the cake.
"This looks amazing." He praised, scooting closer to the edge of the couch. You kneeled on the opposite side of the coffee table.
You grinned, nudging it closer. "I won't sing. I know you hate it. But I do want one photo. Just one." You said, pulling out your little digital camera. He groaned, half jokingly. You always took photos of things like this. Big moments and big days. And you'd later print them off and hang them somewhere in the apartment or make sure they were safe in a photo album.
"Sit still. I want a solo photo first." You said, lifting your camera up. Leon shifted and gave an awkward thumbs up, but his smile was genuine, soft. Like he'd do anything to see you happy like this, even if it was supposed to be his day. You snapped the photo, and Leon cringed afterward, the flash leaving a small mark as he blinked away the black dot it made in his vision.
"Candles first." You told him, and he huffed dramatically as he leaned forward. "Make a wish." You reminded him.
And he did. He took a solid ten seconds to actually make a wish. And then, with a careful exhale, the candles blew out. You picked them from the cake and set them aside before coming to circle around the table and settle in his lap for the photo. He wrapped his arms around your waist and took the camera, flipping it around. He leaned in, angling the camera carefully before kissing you softly. Your hand laid over his cheek, a reverent caress. He snapped the photo, waiting just a moment, before setting the camera aside and continuing the kiss.
"What did you wish for?" You asked quietly, pulling back just enough to where your nose poked against his.
"A family with you." He said, unwilling to hide the wish.
"You're supposed to keep it a secret!" You giggled, giddy and fuzzy at his genuine, warm words.
"Eh, I've got high hopes it'll last." He pulled you in for a tight, lingering hug.
"As do I." You melted into him for a minute.
And the moment lingered. His hands laid comfortably over your hips, only to fully wrap around your waist and squeeze you closer, your chests pressed tight together. His touch wasn't rough, wasn't possessive. It held purpose with every graze of his fingers against your skin. Purpose with every grab and feel.
"You want your cake or presents first?" You finally asked.
"Mmh.. cake first. It looks good. Wouldn't want to wait any longer to try more of your hard work." He murmured, lifting his head and shifting to let you scoot forward to grab the cake plate. You didn't bother cutting a slice. You'd watched Leon eat from large portions over days, especially with baked goods. You handed him a fork, holding the cake in your lap.
He reached and took the fork, digging into the edge of the cake. He took a bite and leaned his head on your shoulder, letting the flavors sink in. The vanilla of the frosting was a bit much, but the cake balanced it nicely. Almost like you were low on vanilla for the cake and added more to the frosting to make up for it. The cake was soft, spongey, and moist. It was amazing. All of its visual imperfections paid off with its amazing taste and texture.
"Best birthday ever. Coming home, a fresh, home cooked meal, homemade cake, nothing to worry about.. oh, you're perfect." He sighed happily, taking another bite as he held you in his lap, your side pressed to his chest as you'd settled sideways over his lap.
"It'll only get better from here. You haven't even opened your gifts." You grinned, shifting excitedly.
"I know. I'll get to it soon." He said, piling another bite into his mouth before offering you a bite. You accepted, humming at how it came out. It was good, you had to admit.
Leon only had a small sized piece by the time he set the cake back on the table. You crawled off of his lap and handed him his gift bag eagerly.
"Mm, you're eager." He teased, bringing the bag to his lap and pulling the big handfuls of stuffing paper out of the top. First, he found a small box. From some kind of jewelry store. He glanced at you. "Jewelry?" He mused.
Upon opening, there were two items. A silver chain with a clasp, accompanied by a watch. Two missions ago, he'd broken his favorite and only watch, and hadn't the time to buy a new one. And he liked watches and clocks over phones when it came to keeping time.
"I got the chain for your ring. Our promise ring set, yknow?" You held up your hand and showed off your silver band, which matched his silver band that laid untouched in the bathroom, settled on the sink. He was afraid to bring it anywhere because it was just a little awkwardly sized, but he refused to go and pay an obnoxious amount to make it fit. But he'd always make sure he knew where it was. "I figured it'd be nice since you complain about missing the feeling of the ring. It might not be on your finger, but it'll be with you a little safer, I thought." Leon lifted his gaze and looked at you, appreciation and warmth in his gaze.
"It's perfect. I'll put the ring on it in the morning, yeah?" He lifted the chain and felt the thinly formed metal. He set the box down, ready to put the chain on.
"Hang on. Lemme do it." You said, reaching out and taking the chain carefully. You looped it around his neck and clasped it, fixing it up to let it rest just below his collarbone. He hummed, watching you admire how nicely the chain sat.
"And I assume the watch is just because I broke my old one?"
"Yeah. You like having a watch. And you don't like bracelets because they're usually so thin, and the thick ones aren't your style. So you like the watches to have some weight on your wrist." You rambled, watching as Leon admired the gorgeous silver metal that wrapped around the wrist. He closed the box and set it down with the cake.
"I love it." He smiled lightly, one hand coming to splay over your back before he looked back in the bag.
At the bottom of the bag, fabric was folded up. Leon loved band t-shirts, and he loved hoodies. So upon unfolding the fabric and finding a zip-up hoodie of one of his favorite bands; Nine Inch Nails.
"Oh, bullshit." He scoffed, eyes wide. "Where did you find this? I've dug so hard to find this damned thing!" He laughed a little, dropping the fabric to pull you into a tight hug, squeezing you like you'd provide him more air that he needed.
You squealed, laughing at his excitement. It wasn't often that Leon got this giddy over clothing. "Don't worry about that. It's cool, ain't it? Good quality, too." You grinned, finally returning the hug.
When he pulled back, he looked back at the zip-up, grinning like a teenager who had just gotten his first car. You waited patiently, allowing him to bask in his excitement for once. Uninterrupted appreciation and adoration. Once he stopped staring, you stood up and grabbed the cake, walking it towards the kitchen.
"Stay here. I've got one more gift for you, but I need to prepare it." You called back to him as he ran his hands along the inside of the hoodie, feeling the soft fabric. While you busied yourself in the kitchen, clearing the dishes and putting the cake away, Leon tidied the living room. He put the extra gift paper back into the bag, assuming you two would reuse it for another gift eventually.
You disappeared down the hall while he busied himself, bumping the bedroom door shut behind you. You slipped out of your dress, removing your bra. You dug into your dresser and found the sheer baby doll lingerie. The lingerie formed perfectly over the natural swell of your breasts, holding them nicely in place without being too tight or uncomfortable. The rest of it flowed down with see-through lace, and the hem was a pretty baby blue fur, stopping just at the bottom of your butt. You slipped on the matching panties, which were just as sheer as the flowy top.
Just as you finished up, Leon came knocking, impatient as ever.
"Baby?" He called lightly. "You decent? Not that I care." He snickered but didn't open the door. He never wanted to barge in on you, despite the hundreds of times he'd seen you naked and vice verse.
"One second!" You called back to him. You grabbed a little bow from your dresser, and pressed it to the panties, like you would press a bow to a gift box. You were his final gift.
Without a word, you scurried to unlock the door. And then you got comfortable on the bed, quickly settling with your legs tucked underneath you, hands rested behind you to show off the lingerie and the bow.
"Come in." You told him. He turned the knob and stepped in. He noticed the dim lighting, followed by the sweet smell of your perfume, sprayed within the last five minutes.
Set up on the bed like a present. Because that's what you were tonight. His gift. And by far, his favorite gift.
"Happy birthday." You grinned, voice coming out as a shy whisper. He'd seen you in lingerie many times. Seen you naked even more. But this felt so much more open than those moments. You wanted his birthday to be memorable, in more ways than one.
"Very happy birthday to me." He chuckled lightly, grinning as he walked toward the bed and came to shuffle his way to you, reaching to take your hands in his. His gaze trailed up and down, and he let out a low whistle. "I might like this better than that dress." He murmured, leaning in to kiss you softly. His fingers remained intertwined with yours, a softer moment lingering between you two.
Once he was trying to deepen the kiss, you pulled back, a hand coming to his chest. "It's your birthday. I wanted to do things... to your liking." You murmured, shifting so that he was closer to the pillows, leaning back on the headboard. You straddled his hips and let your hands find his belt while your lips found his again.
"Mm, everything you do is to my liking."
"I think you'll like this first part more." You mumbled through the kiss, only to trail down his jawline and neck, pausing once his t-shirt got in the way. Your hands worked on his belt and undid his pants, but didn't remove them. You nudged his shirt up, just above his naval, and leaned in to kiss down the trail of thick brown hair that led down to his cock.
He watched, shivering at the soft touches of your lips against his skin. His hands rested at his sides, allowing you to take your time without his impatient and greedy hands. As you tugged his jeans and boxers down, kissing each bit of skin that was revealed, his breath hitched as you revealed just the base, keeping him on edge. You mouthed at the base, pressing a long lick in the process. He groaned, cock twitching.
When you finally let his cock free, it sprang out and lewdly hit your cheek when it flicked back to you. He groaned at the sight. He loved seeing that he was too big. Too big for your mouth, too big for one hand, too big without any prep and extra lube. It only made him feel hotter, his tip leaking with precum. You shifted, settling yourself comfortably between his legs as you mouth along the underside of his length. He hissed, letting his head fall back with another impatient groan. But he made no move to rush you. You couldn't help the giggle that left your lips.
Before he could give a snarky remark, your lips were wrapped around his tip. He tensed, lips parting with a throaty grunt as your tongue swirled along his cock head. Your mouth was overwhelmingly warm, compared to the cold air of the bedroom from leaving the window open too often to make up for not having an AC. You sucked lightly, cheeks hollowing out just around his tip. He cursed under his breath, finally bringing a hand to gently tangle in your hair.
"C'mon, baby, don't.. don't do that." He breathed, brows furrowing slightly as his eyes did the pleading for him. His hand wasn't making a move to push your head at all, just pulling your hair up and out of the way to make sure it didn't get in the way once your spit was coating his thick length. It was a turnoff for you to get nasty stuff in your hair, so if your hair was even slightly in the way, Leon always held it for you. Only pulling when he thought you'd like it or when he'd cum.
You lifted your head just to let go of his cock with a 'pop!'. "Don't do what?" You asked, feigning innocence with a light giggle, your lower lip tucking between your teeth.
"Don't tease me. Lemme feel it." He whined, his other hand still stiffly clutching the sheets.
You leaned back in, snickering before pressing your tongue to his tip, lightly swirling your tongue before taking an inch of him into your mouth. His head fell back, eyes rolling with pleasure as his lips fell parted in a heavy exhale, tension melting from his body at how good your mouth felt.
You bobbed your head up and down, just taking the first two inches while your hand worked up and down, smearing your spit along the other four inches of his thick, throbbing length. You lifted your head for a moment, spitting onto the tip and smearing it all the way down to the base.
"Fuck, that's so gross," he laughed, breathless as he looked down at you, watching you lick and suck at his tip. "So pretty, though.." he murmured, breath picking up as he brushed your hair back into a tighter grip without pulling yet.
"'S not gross if it turns you on. You're probably the gross one." You joked lightly as you used your hand to keep up the pleasure, only to press his length forward and spit at the base, earning another curse from Leon.
"You're all kinds of nasty tonight, huh?" He breathed. His words held no real disgust. In fact, this was the only time he thought spit was hot. The way it'd coat your pretty, plush lips, and dribble down your chin. The sight always made him wanna pick you up and fuck you senseless until he had nothing left to offer.
You licked from the base to the tip, finally taking in the first half of his cock into your mouth. He jolted slightly, a moan tearing from his throat as he rolled his eyes back and let his heels dig into the bed.
"Fuck, fuck, don't stop. Please, angel, don't.." he panted, eyes closing as his cock twitched, pressing against the back of your throat. And there was still a whole three inches left that you couldn't take yet. Your cheeks hollowed out around him, and your tongue glided smoothly along the underside of his cock. Each time you pulled back and your lips suckled at his tip, he had to fight every urge in him to avoid bucking his hips and using your throat until he was done.
Leon's praise and pleas didn't stop as he basked and soaked in every bit of pleasure you were providing him with. His head couldn't stay in one position. It was either looking at you, watching the gross display of spit and precum spread along his cock while smearing over your lips. It was so gross, but fuck, it only encouraged his orgasm.
"Shit! Don't- don't stop." He gasped, a sharp hiss leaving his lips. "Can I.. can I use your throat, baby? Just.. just for a second. 'M so fucking close.." he pleaded softly, followed by a choked whimper as his fist tightened in your hair. While your focus was on his tip, you nodded softly, tapping his thigh to confirm your consent. He didn't waste a millisecond. He eased your head down, helping you adjust until you could take him easily into your throat, fighting off a small gag. Your eyes watered, but you didn't pull back. He continued until your nose pressed against his pelvis, and he guided your head up and down, his own falling back with a guttural growl of pleasure.
It didn't take long, thankfully. He buried his cock into your throat, almost choking on his own spit from how he'd gasped and inhaled the saliva pooling in his mouth. His cock pulsed, balls tightening and twitching as his hot seed spilled down your throat, and he pulled your head up as the last few ropes shot onto your tongue. Once his cock stopped pulsing and leaking, he lifted your head and watched you catch your breath. It was almost disgusting how a long, thick string of spit and cum connected your lips to his tip. It was only broken when you closed your mouth and swallowed the last bit of his cum, panting heavily and wiping your chin.
He pulled you effortlessly into his lap, hands immediately coming to grasp your ass and grope at the flesh.
"Fuck, that was so hot." He huffed, one hand coming to your cheek to gently brush your hair behind your ear. "I wasn't rough, was I?" He asked, his hand slipping down to your throat, fully prepared to apologize for hurting your throat.
"Uh-uh." You shook your head. "Just couldn't breathe for a second." You laughed, still breathless. Leon stared at you for a long moment, just to make sure you were being honest. But he took in your wrecked appearance. Lips plump, swollen, and slick, coated in saliva and cum. Your cheeks flushed. Eyes watery, lashes clumped with tears. Hair a complete mess.
"You're so fucking hot." He groaned, grabbing onto you and flipping you over onto the mattress, pressing your back into the comforter beneath you two. You squeaked, only to be shut up by a harsh kiss. All tongue and teeth. Nothing mean or aggressive, but full of need and passion. His stamina wouldn't fail him tonight.
"Mm, my pretty girl." He muttered, his hands coming to fully remove his bottoms, kicking them somewhere off to the side before his shirt followed within seconds. "All ready for me, huh?"
You shook your head, eyes averting shyly. "You haven't gotten me ready yet.." you murmured. No matter how many times it happened, it always made you shy to remind him that he needed to shove at least three fingers into your sopping pussy in order to comfortably fit his length inside of you. And sometimes, even three fingers wouldn't suffice. He was just so fucking big.
"Poor girl, can't even take it without getting extra attention from me." He teased, watching you squirm. "That's okay. I'd never wanna hurt my sweet, gorgeous girl." He cooed, leaning down to mouth along your neck, scattering kisses and bites along your skin.
"Mm.." You moaned softly, head falling back as his hands ran up and down the lingerie you wore. His right hand reached your panties, and instead of pulling them off, he just nudged the gusset aside and ran a finger along your folds, groaning at the sensation.
"You think we need the lube tonight? Or will you be enough to soak my cock beforehand?" He asked, watching you blush at the insinuation that you'd produce enough arousal to replace the lube. But you shook your head.
"I.. wanna try without it." You mumbled. He paused, not expecting that response.
You nodded. He swallowed harshly. Now he really needed you. So he slipped a finger inside of you, and you whimpered, legs coming to squeeze around his hips.
"Shh, I've got you. I've got you, angel. Nothin' to be worried for, nothin' at all." He soothed, easing another finger inside. You gasped, lower lip being tugged between your teeth. His free hand came up to your breasts, and he tugged the lingerie bra down, revealing your breasts fully. Nipples hard, goosebumps covering the swell of your breasts, chest rising and falling as he pumped two fingers in and out of you. His head dove in, coming to suck and lick at your nipples, swapping attention between the two of them every few seconds. If he was on the left tit, he'd have his free hand on the right. And vice versa.
"Fuck, Leon," your moans became louder as he curled his fingers upward, his thumb sliding between your folds and coming to your puffy clit, rubbing circles with each pump of his fingers. He could practically feel in real time how wet you were. How badly you wanted him, how badly you wanted to cum.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" He murmured, his teeth digging into the peak of your breast, eliciting a yelp from you. With that distraction, he slipped a third finger inside of you, the stretch burning momentarily before your eyes rolled back in ecstacy.
"Fuck! Please, don't stop, f-feels so good." You choked out, back arching off the bed and pressing your chest into his mouth.
"You're so wet," he murmured, lifting his head to look down at your face. "All for me, huh?"
You nodded eagerly, and it made him chuckle. You looked like a damn bobblehead. It was adorable, how eager you were.
Just as you clenched around him and gasped, a hand coming to clutch onto his wrist, he pulled his fingers out and left you a whining, pulsing mess. Your orgasm was denied so fast, you blinked up at him like he'd just insulted your bloodline. You looked up at him, legs trembling with a frown over your lips.
"Why d'you stop?" You whimpered.
"Because I wanna be greedy for once and feel you cum around my cock." He said bluntly, coming to press his cock between your folds. "Hand me a condom from the nightstand." He said, busying himself with mouthing along your chest before he pulled the lingerie back over your breasts, gently smoothing the fabric over your mounds. You didn't reach for the nightstand. Leon looked down at you, raising an eyebrow. "Then I'll grab it."
"No." You grabbed his wrist, stopping him from reaching the nightstand. Leon froze, startled at your quick cut in.
"Sorry?" He barely questioned.
"Not tonight. I.. I wanna do it without it tonight."
To say Leon had been waiting for this moment would be a severe understatement. He'd been dreaming of this. Of course, he never said anything, but here you were, unknowingly giving into one of his only fantasies; filling you full of his cum until he couldn't offer anymore.
"Okay. We can do that." He cleared his throat, settling back above you and shifting your hips. "Lift," he said, reaching above to grab an extra pillow. You lifted your hips, and he slid the pillow under your hips, giving the perfect elevation to make things easier.
You braced yourself as you watched him rub his cock between your folds, gathering as much arousal as he could before he brought his tip to your entrance. Without warning, his notched the tip just inside, eliciting a gasp from you. It didn't hurt yet. It was just... slightly different without a condom. Not that different, but you could definitely feel more of his tip without the weird empty space at the tip of the condom where he usually busts inside of. You never liked that little bit.
Leon hissed, holding onto your hips before he eased inside of you, jaw dropping with a low moan. It was easier than normal, even without the lube. He wanted to question it, but he couldn't think as he got halfway in, and you whimpered. This was the hard part. The first three inches seemed to be fine, but this was often where it got complicated. You whimpered lightly, left hand blindly reaching for his hand. His pulled his hand from your hip, taking your hand in his and pushing another inch past your tight, wet hole.
"Fuck," he cursed. "Come on, relax for me, angel." He panted lightly with the struggle of restraining himself. His free hand came back up to your breast, squeezing and fondling, pinching and flicking at your nipples to encourage your body to let him in. He leaned down and kissed you, grinding slowly back and forth, carefully using what he could to try and work his way in. Your head fell back, and he followed your lips, keeping his on yours.
He was losing himself more and more as he felt you clench around him, sucking him in each time he pushed forward to try and encourage another inch inward. With the assistance of his free hand being able to switch between toying with your breasts and your clit, he found it easier to slip in. And when he finally bottomed out, he choked on his own gasp, feeling his tip press snug against your cervix as you squeezed so hard he almost couldn't move for a second.
"Fuck!" you squealed, back arching harder than before, head laid back on the pillows as Leon had his forehead pressed against your collarbone, his hot breath ghosting along your skin. His hand stayed in yours, squeezing every few seconds to ensure you both didn't lose yourselves too fast.
"Fuck, you feel so good." He panted lightly, hips shaking faintly as he pulled back, his cock dragging along your walls. He pulled back until just the tip was nudged inside, only to ease back in and watch your mouth gape. He repeated the action, finding the right angle until he felt your walls fluttering around him, and he smirked faintly.
"D-do that. Again. Please?" You whined, back arching and eyes falling shut.
He obliged. He dragged his hips back and pushed forward, his tip pressing nicely against your g-spot in the process. Another flutter of your walls had him pushed past his self control.
He didn't ask. Didn't warn you. He needed you. Now.
He pulled his hips back and forth, increasing his speed with each thrust until you were gasping and squealing, hands clasping onto his desperately. He watched your breasts bounce in the lingerie, his thrusts earning a jolt each time before he lifted your legs up onto his shoulders, leaning over you and angling himself perfectly.
"Ah! Ah, oh, God!" You cried, nails digging into his hands as he held your hands on either side of your head, keeping them pinned down as he lost himself shamefully fast. Leon panted, letting out grunts and occasional whines as his focus was glued to the spot where your bodies met. He watched as his cock disappeared inside of you, and the small bulge in your lower belly that appeared everytime he buried himself inside of you.
"Lemme.. lemme have my hand back, just for a second," he huffed, gently squeezing your hand before carefully pulling his right hand away. Your hand, now empty, flipped over to grasp and claw at the sheets. Leon reached down and found the clasp of your lingerie, which was in the front for easy access. He groaned, undoing the clip and letting it fall open to reveal your breasts, which his hand quickly came to massage and grope. "God, you're so pretty. Such a.. fuck! S-such a good girl for me, huh? Had everything planned out 'n ready. Makin' sure you gave me no trouble," he huffed, looking up at you as he moaned between every few words, struggling to hold his composure.
You nodded, just like a damn bobblehead. "Mhmm! Just.. just f-for you!" You squealed, lifting your head to look up at him. His lips crashed to yours, all teeth and tongue and desire. His right hand trailed down your body and pressed against your lower belly while his thumb reached just barely down to your clit, massaging it in steady circles. His hand pressing on your belly made you feel fuller, eliciting a cry of pleasure as your hand lifted to grasp at his shoulder. Your back arched, head thrown back with pleasure coursing through you. Leon grinned, smug and satisfied.
"You gonna cum for me? Huh? Can feel you already, squirmin' and squeezin'." He huffed, pumping his hips faster and pulling his other hand away from your grasp, bringing it to fondle your breasts to heighten the pleasure. Your right hand grasped and clawed at the sheets while your left hand came to his chest, palm splaying over the muscle just to feel his heart beat and feel how his breath hitched in time with his stuttering hips.
"Leon! Ah, p-please, don't stop, 'm so close, so fuckin' close!" You cried out.
"Fuck, don't you worry. I'm not stoppin'. Not for a long while." He gritted his teeth, head falling back for a moment before he looked back to you. "Where- where do you want it? Where should I cum, baby?" You couldn't speak for a moment, too caught up in the pleasure. Leon lifted a hand to your cheek, making you look at him.
"I-inside. Please. Please, ah!" Your thighs tensed, pussy fluttering, back arching almost violently as you grasped at him, yanking him down to claw at his back and shoulders. The pleasure crashed into you, your core gushing around him like you couldn't dream of letting him go.
Leon choked on his moans for a second, hips stuttering before he buried himself as deep as humanly possible, his cock pulsing and spilling every drop he could offer for the time being.
But where you expected him to stop, you were horribly mistaken. He pulled out slowly, watching as his cum came to leak out of you. He shuddered at the sight. This was so much better than just filling a stupid condom. Now he got to watch it spill out of you, and he lost it. He flipped you over, lifting your hips to have your ass in the air. Your gasp morphed into a squeal of overstimulation as he pushed his cock back into your pussy. He held your hips, fingertips digging into your skin as he resumed his relentless thrusts, still hard as a rock. You knew he had stamina, but this was a new kind of passion from him. He'd never go straight into a round two without giving you a break and checking on you.
"Fuck, 'm sorry, angel, just.. let me have you for tonight. Just for the night." He panted, words followed by a whine as he felt you clench around him, like you were sucking him in to accept it.
You couldn't form much of a response, so you nodded, face pressed into the pillows. He reached down and grabbed your hands, holding them behind your back and slamming into your from behind. Drool pooled on the pillows, tears made your lashes clumpy, and your hair stuck to your neck and face from the sweat that acted as a sticky adhesive against your skin. Sweat dripped down his temple, hair sticking to his forehead as he grunted and cursed every two seconds, an occasional whimper or whine mingling with it.
"Ooh, God! Oh, my God!" You squealed, eyes rolling back before he pulled your body up, your back pressing against his chest as he held you up and kept fucking into you like a dog in heat.
"Mm, all mine." He murmured, leaning down to your neck and biting down with a growl as he let one hand trail along your side until it came in contact with the bulge in your lower belly from his cock. "Fuck, can barely even fit me properly, huh? So full you can see it." He grabbed your hand and pressed it to the bulge, thrusting particularly hard as the bulge pressed against your hand. You tried to turn and bury your face in his shoulder, but you couldn't do that with the position. "You like how big I am? How I have to finger fuck you before I could even think about fucking this pretty pussy?" He panted, letting you fall forward onto the bed while he kept your arms behind your back.
"Ah! Yes! Yes, yes, I l-love it!" You nearly screamed, eyes rolling back.
"Good. 'Cause I'm not gonna be done for a while." He growled, lifting one leg to prop up by your hip, giving him better control to let his hips piston into you like a wild animal in heat who got his hands on the first piece of ass he could find. Of course, you were so much more than a piece of ass, but right now, he couldn't keep himself under control.
He held your wrists with one hand, his free hand snaking around to slip between your thighs and press relentless pressure to your clit. You yelped, hips jolting at the sensitivity.
"Fuuuck!" Your moan was slightly hoarse, your throat growing raw from his earlier use of your throat and mouth, combined with your loud moans.
He felt your pussy flutter, your body squirming beneath him along with your hips jolting against each thrust. "Come on, angel, cum for me. Wanna feel it. Wanna make you feel good." He encouraged, lightly pinching and massaging your clit. You moaned out, back arching as your second orgasm ripped through you, his relentless thrusting refusing to cease for even a second despite how you squeezed and clenched around him.
And his second climax followed after just a few moments. He fucked you through your own orgasm, prolonging your pleasure for as long as he could while pushing through his own, cursing and chanting your name like it was a prayer and he was your devout follower.
As he kept going, he looked down, watching his cock disappear inside of you. The base of his length was coated in a thick, creamy ring of his own cum combined with your slickness. It was the hottest thing he'd ever seen. His cum was beginning to leak out of you, dripping down to your clit, which his hand was still focused on.
He wasn't gonna stop anytime soon. Not when he got to have you so free and raw, no pun intended.
"Fuck." He groaned, leaning down to press his chest to your back, his hips slowing but never ceasing. Everytime his cock head pressed snug to your cervix, you'd jolt and whimper. "You're so warm 'n perfect. Perfect for me. Perfect to be filled. Perfect." He panted, mouthing at your shoulders and neck. "Gonna make my wish come true, mm?" He murmured, lips brushing over the shell of your ear.
His words made you gasp. His wish. His only wish; to make a family with you. The thought was shamefully exciting in the moment. So you nodded eagerly. "Want to.." you whined.
"Gonna let me make you a mommy?" He purred in your ear, feeling you squeeze around him. You nodded again. "Sure fuckin' hope so. 'S all I want. All I want with you." His hips slowly slipped out as he leaned upright on his knees, his hands coming down to spread you for his viewing pleasure. His right hand came to scoop his cum with two fingers, pushing it back inside of you. You squeezed his fingers, whimpering and pulling your hips away from overstimulation.
It was almost as gross as you spitting on his dick, but both of you seemed to enjoy it. And, of course, he planned to clean it up later. After he had his fun.
He let you lay on your left side, massaging your thighs before he pulled your right leg up onto his shoulder as he straddled your left leg to press his tip back against your core. You whimpered, looking up at him.
"One more?" You murmured, knowing you didn't have much more energy left in you. Although he didn't want just one more round, he knew your body couldn't handle much more. He nodded, a hand coming up to gently cup your cheek before he pushed inside, watching your head throw back with a cry of pleasure. He hissed, his thumb soothing your cheekbone.
"One more, angel. Just one. Wanna make sure I put a baby in you tonight." He murmured, huffing faintly as he began to drag his hips back and forth.
Leon wasn't exactly sure how either of you weren't completely dumb by now. Fucked stupid, not yet. But he was close, and you were even closer. Your simple murmur of asking for only one more round was barely even a whisper, like you couldn't speak loud enough or form words that weren't a whisper unless he was slamming into you and forcing the words out of you.
His hips were softer this time, but still just as fast and eager. He trailed his hand down from your cheek and to your breast, gently fondling and pinching. You whimpered, hips bucking instinctively.
"Feels so good, hm? Even when you've already been fucked silly twice? Can't help yourself, tryin' to fuck yourself against me." He teased, his hips thrusting a little harder before he brought his hand to yours, guiding your hand down to your clit. With his guidance, you began to massage your overly sensitive clit, which was puffy and stiff, eager for more attention despite the previous abuse. Your hips bucked back and forth, struggling to decide whether you wanted to run away or seek more of the mind numbing pleasure.
Tears began to slip down your cheeks as his hands groped and grasped at your breasts. He knew every single spot inside and out that drove you insane, and he was abusing every single one. Pumping his cock inside of you, having you abuse your puffy clit, and playing with your perky tits. It was overwhelming, and with your overstimulation, you couldn't hold it.
In a flash of white-hot pleasure, your orgasm was stronger than you'd ever felt. And you barely even processed the broken fountain that poured from you, making a mess of the sheets as you yanked your hand away from your clit, squealing. Leon had never known you could do that. And that, much like before, was his final shove over the edge. He buried himself inside of you and let his seed spill into you.
Slowly, you two came down together, and Leon was glad he only promised one more round because the moment of relaxation made him realize how badly he was shaking alongside you. He laid atop of you, slowly letting his cock slip out of you. You shuddered, followed by a whimper at the feeling of his cum spilling out of you.
"So.. you can squirt, huh?" He quipped. You rolled onto your stomach, hiding your face.
"Shut up." You whined, embarrassed.
"Hey, it's okay!" He laughed, grabbing you to gently pull you upright as he sat up. He tugged you into his lap. "It's not gross or weird. If anything, it was the hottest thing I've ever fucking seen." He soothed, pulling you in to hold you close before he crawled to stand up with you in his arms. His legs fought hard to carry you to the bathroom.
You let him clean you first before you cleaned him. His touch was gentle, reverent, like he was cleaning a piece of fine China. He leaned in to kiss you as you helped him clean up. Once you both felt okay, he carried you back to the bedroom, where you both got dressed in pajamas. Leon changed the sheets and tossed the dirty ones in the wash, and instead of going to bed, he carried you out to the living room and retrieved the cake from the fridge, curling up with his body settled between your legs.
"I love you." He murmured, holding you close as he lazily pulled the coffee table closer and began to switch between taking bites and feeding you some bites of cake.
"I love you, too." You yawned, accepting his offer of cake before you closed your eyes.
"Can't wait to figure out if my wish comes true." He mused. You giggled faintly, snuggling into the couch as he laid his head over your chest, his body providing a soothing weight and pressure.
