queen bee. i’m 22. i write things (and they’re pretty cool i think). craziest girl in the graveyard. leon kennedy & major dilf enthusiast. i love purple and cats. my DMS are open 24/7. besides this app i love character.ai/spicychat. i spend a lot of time on both (👀). i go by she/they pronouns. a mother of two (a cat and a rodent). i’m not that intimidating so pls don’t hesitate to reach out. 🩷🩷.
current obsessions: leon kennedy, carlos oliviera, joel miller, pedro pascal, könig, ghost, arthur morgan, evan buckley, taylor swift, lana del rey, nicotine, coffee, javier peña, frankie morales, rick & morty, stranger things, criminal minds, spencer reid, naps, books, smut, wolverine, spider man, and many more <3
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piss kinks
incest
autonepiophilia
coulrophilia
vomit or emetophilia
foot fetishes
formicophilia
klismaphilia
macrophilia
necrophila
feces or scat
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LOVE — re2!leon kennedy x fem!reader. pure fluff.
HEARTBEAT — re4!leon kennedy x weskers!daughter reader. smut. enemies to lovers.
CARDIOMYOCYTES (AND THE AFFECTED) — re!2 leon kennedy x microbiologist!fem reader
POPULAR — re4 bodyguard!leon kennedy x famous!fem reader
BABY BLUES — re!4 husband!leon kennedy x pregnant!wife!reader
(more found in masterlist!!)
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description: leons back is aching, so you help him out in an unconventional way.
fluff, tiny bit suggestive, reader is around same age as leon, 1k words -> leon kennedy masterlist :p
The morning light peaking through the curtains casts a dim red glow behind your closed eyelids.
You stir and subconsciously lean into the coarse hand that brushes gently through hair to tuck the strands away from your face.
You blink your eyes open to see Leon already awake, black and grey strands strewn about as his gentle gaze flits about the room.
His eyes find yours and he smiles. Suddenly, the room looks brighter and the afternoon tasks waiting ahead of you are less daunting.
“Morning,” He rasps, voice is still thick with sleep.
“How’s your back?” You ask quietly, shifting close to smooth a hand over it.
You can just feel the tension there. He’s complained about it a few times, and it’s been hindering the little sleep he gets.
His jaw tightens and he winces just a little when you push into his lower back, “It’s alright.”
You narrow your eyes, “Liar.”
Leon huffs, but doesn’t fight back, opting to nestle his angular nose in the crook of your neck instead.
Even you were both younger, he never admitted when something hurt, especially not after a mission.
You knew it was because he didn’t want you to worry, but the two of you aren’t getting any younger and little things like this build up and take their toll over time.
It’s evident in the way the both of your heads are sprouting strands of silver, a sign for how unkind the years have been to the two of you.
Leon, shipped from one country to another, witnessing the greatest horrors known to man for most of his life. And you, left desperately hoping to never find government officials waiting to give you his a death notification on your doorstep.
But there are little crows feet framing your eyes and Leon’s, smile lines paving their way along both your faces too. They’re a testament to the moments spent in soft laughs and tender smiles.
As you lazily nuzzle against him, you thought back to when you were just a little girl and chuckle softly at a random resurfacing memory.
“What’s so funny?” Leon questions, raising his head from its resting place to eye you playfully, but you can see the little grin he’s holding back.
He always told you he didn’t get your jokes sometimes (you weren’t crazy for his dad jokes either), but your laugh was just so contagious he couldn’t help himself to chuckle too.
“All this talk about your back made me remember that when I was little, my dad used to have me to stand on his back whenever it was hurting.”
Leon considers that for a moment, arching a brow as he mulls it over.
“That doesn’t seem like a bad idea…”
Your eyes widen, “What? No.”
“Come on. I won’t break.”
He rolls onto his stomach with a grunt, the muscles in his broad shoulders rippling as he settles into the mattress.
You sigh, but climb over him anyway, carefully straddling his lower back and resting your hands on his shoulders for balance.
“How about I just give you a regular massage?”
“Not today.”
You scoff, rising to stand on the bed, “If your back gets worse, it’s not my fault.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time.”
You choose to ignore that comment.
Carefully you bring one socked foot to his back, testing the pressure.
Leon exhales, melting just a little more into the mattress as the tension eases under the weight of your heel.
You take that as a sign to bring the other foot down.
You nearly jump out of your skin at the long drawn out groan that leaves Leon’s lips.
You only ever hear that when—wait, now’s not the time to think about that.
“Are you alright?” You ask, trying to maintain your balance.
He brings his hands back to grip your ankles gently and steady you.
“Yeah,” he replies without hesitation, “Keep going.”
You shrug, taking mini steps up and down his body making sure to shift your weight gently.
It was weird, he trained so often his back could be mistaken for a real sidewalk. It also felt just a tad disrespectful, walking all over your husband…but hey, he asked for it.
His hands curl loosely into the sheets, and every so often he lifts one to guide you.
“Right there,” he murmurs.
You experimented a little. He liked the steady pressure on his lower back.
When you lift onto your toes just to tease him, he grunts in protest.
“Not funny,” he mutters.
You laugh and step back into a firmer rhythm until he finally relaxes completely, forehead pressed to the mattress.
After a while, you carefully step off and drop down beside him.
He rolls onto his back and stares at the ceiling for a moment, breathing slower now.
Then he sits up.
You watch him plant his feet on the floor and lift his arms overhead. His back arches and a series of soft clicks and pops follow.
He exhales through his teeth,
“I sound ancient.”
You grin, “Sound like bubble wrap.”
He glances over his shoulder to shoot you a look, but there’s no real malice in it.
Before you can say anything else, he turns and drops back onto the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight.
He shifts closer, holding himself over you without pressing down.
He hooks his hands behind your knees and gently draws your legs around his waist.
“What are you doing?” you ask, trying not to smile.
“Returning the favor.”
“I don’t think you can prance around on my back Leon.”
He shoots you another look as he peels off one of your socks, then the other, tossing them aside carelessly.
His hands return to your calves as they begin to knead into the muscle.
You sigh before you can stop yourself.
His thumbs press slowly, working upward inch by inch.
When his hands reach your thighs and the hem of your shorts, you narrow your eyes at him.
He pauses, glancing up at you with that little half-smile.
“You might have to walk all over me later.”
The glimmer in his eyes was familiar, made him look all young and doughy again, like he did before raccoon city.
The morning light settles around you both, quiet and red and soft.
a/n: too lazy to make the text smaller for aesthetics lol. I’ll do that later.
also did anyone else’s dad make you walk on their backs 😭?
I’m so happy I made the reader older, like damn some of us wanna be hot and old too for once ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶
Hey, you still take requests, right? What I want more than anything is old man RE9 Leon with a 30-40 year old reader who just... treats him right. I just imagine Leon trying to wrap his head around the fact that this lady would happily give him the world if he asked. He's a grumpy, scarred, and broken old man and this girl lets him lay across her lap like some old, tired dog. The guy has been forced to carry himself and others for so long, he'd probably break once someone gave him even the bare minimum of kindness.
please, give me all the requests you want, my inbox is empty at the moment LOL.
i love this idea, leon really deserves someone who will be there for him. i've been reading this book recently that keeps flicking from present and past memories seamlessly and my entire art project was on memory, so i got very inspired! (extremely carried away actually i got really drunk while writing this)
wife! reader x husband! RE9! leon: comfort, fluff and slight angst.
summary: you have been leon's partner for 15 years, and your love for him never grows old. after so many years of breaking down those stubborn walls around him, he still finds it hard to understand that someone wants to take care of him- instead of vice versa.
leon was finally coming home today after a couple of weeks of being cooped up at work. you hated his absence, you hated being unsure of when he was going to come home, hours becoming days, days becoming weeks, weeks becoming months. you knew that dating him came with these costs. in the first few months of dating leon, he almost broke it off so many times to avoid breaking your heart if something did happen to him. but frustratingly, you never left his side.
your mom said you were ridiculous. you were just a misery in the waiting and if you loved him so much you would have parted your ways. she yelled at you for being so selfish, especially when you told her that you weren't going to have her grandchildren. how dare you not have children who could possibly lose their dad.
you couldn't put them through that.
15 years later, you sat in the house you shared with leon, alongside the cat he gifted you to keep you company when he wasn't around. you weren't the same stubborn 23-year-old that was determined to make something of herself. he wasn't the same 34 year-old that was determined to save everyone. you were now 38, and your husband was now 49.
after deep-cleaning the entire house, you had dinner almost ready, releasing swirling steam into the air as you stirred the soup in the pot. leon never asked for much, in fact, he never asked for anything at all. luckily for him, you noticed the way color returned to his cheeks when you made your special soup. so, soup it was this evening. you prepared everything for his return: you had the radiator on; the fridge was stocked with his favourite snacks; movies ready for a movie night. everything was perfect for your perfect husband.
a tickling sensation rubbed against your leg. marie, your cat was purring- weaving herself in and out of your legs.
"excited for dad to come home, hm?" you hummed, crouching down to slip your hands under her belly and pick her up, "mum is excited too,"
you continued stirring the soup in the heart-shaped pan. claire bought that pan for you as a housewarming gift, when you and leon first moved in together. she warned you, like everyone else did when you got together with leon. however, when she saw leon's toothy grin as his eyes fell upon you after a tiring mission, it was probably too late for a warning.
loving leon was a puzzle at first- trying to break down the rigid walls that protected his heart. there used to be a restraint holding him down from loving you the way he wanted to, strings pulling him back to where he belonged: his job.
you subtly mentioned several times in the recent years that he should retire.
those nights you spent tangled in sheets, you pushed your luck. your bare breasts on his bare chest, his arm wrapped around you and your fingers slowly brushing up and down his arm. the loose airy duvet would pool around the two of you, providing just the small shield needed on a summer’s night.
"i think you should retire," you whispered, eyes focused on those silver threads of scars wrapped around his chest. his fingers squeezed firmly around your arm.
"you know they won't let me, hun," he whispered back, his chin pressing harder into your forehead, as if closeness could ensure that you wouldn't slip from his fingers.
you just wanted to weep right there and then, to be silly and to suggest running away, that all you needed was each other. but you were an adult, not some teenage girl.
the door clicked open. you dropped the wooden spoon in the pan and slowly crept to peek around the door. sometimes it wasn't leon, you never wanted to get your hopes up. usually, claire would pop around to make sure everything was okay, or mr boots from next-door would come for tea, as he loved marie ever so much.
your husband, in one piece, was standing in the hallway. in the short passing moment that he didn't see you, there was this possessed, hollow flicker in his face. the way his eyebrow crease was deeper than ever, his lips clamped together and his nose wrinkled, it was some sort of primal energy that was only seen in someone who had been running on adrenaline for days.
as soon as those familiar piercing eyes landed on you, his sweet wife who had never faced the horrors he had, the expression that had been etched into his face vanished. for a split second, you saw his younger self, the man you met when you were 23. the man who brought you home on drunken nights, the man who comforted you after deep arguments with your mom, the man who supported all your decisions in your career. now it was your turn, your turn to be the grown up and look after the scarred man that stood in front of you.
"leon," you said softly, a warm smile appearing on your face.
it was as if your voice just splintered his hardened exterior, because he too mirrored your smile. however, there was a wall. his composure was still tight, holding it all together as if he hadn't come back from the pits of hell.
it didn't take long for either of you to break the distance between you both. your palms slid up his back and a small exhale left his lips as your touch just grounded him. it took him a second to touch you back, like he needed a minute just to believe that you were real and you were breathing.
"you're home," you mumbled into his shirt, inhaling the odd metallic scent that was ridden on his shirt.
"yeah. i'm home," he nodded once.
you never asked how it was.
"something smells nice," he smiled, following you into the kitchen.
"soup," you paused, flashing a sweet grin, "your favorite soup."
he blinked. something in him crumbled.
"you didn't have to," he said, placing his keys on the table, cringing slightly at the loud thud they make.
"i wanted to,"
his fists were tightly knotted. his face turned, giving you a look that resembled an injured puppy. you knew that look, despite the rare times he gave it to you.
"let's sit on the couch, hm?" you suggested, turning off the heat of the soup before it burnt.
he followed you like a lost animal into the living room and you placed yourself on the blue couch, but leon stood rigidly at the door.
"come, sit, sweetheart," you ushered, patting the space next to you.
"the soup will get cold," he mumbled, his eye flickering back into the kitchen.
"it can be reheated,"
he mechanically moved himself to sit next to you. his face refused to turn to you. he still had the coldness of the evening air faintly clinging to him. you stared at his nose you loved kissing before you went to sleep and his lips that you loved rubbing your thumb against. your eyes traced along his jaw, his stubble raggedly dragged across it. he still had those soft eyelashes that framed what was left of the sweetness of his blue eyes.
"you're safe now," you said.
it was something in your voice, the patience, the firmness, the certainness of it all completely shattered him. his hand slithered to your leg, bundling up your long skirt, his knuckles turning white as if you would disappear if he let go.
your gentle fingers fell on top of his clenched ones.
"i've got you, sweetheart," you said quietly, like speaking too loudly would blow him all away.
his body betrayed him, shifting until his head fell on to your lap. he hadn't let himself do that in so many years. he felt heavy, but it was real.
your fingers then slipped into his salt and pepper hair, giving grounding, small rubs.
despite all those walls he formed to protect himself, you stubbornly found your way around his labyrinth. his breath hitched, sharp and heavy, before his pride could do anything to stop it.
"i'm so tired," he mumbled into your skirt, still clutching tightly. his voice was rough and he felt the stone in his throat. it was holding together the dam that was pushing back a bursting cry.
"i know," you whispered, letting him unravel in the safety of you.
"i don't understand why you're still here," he choked out.
you couldn’t understand why he thought this. it made you pause. this man had seen you naked, throwing up and overall, in some ugly states. yet he was still here. he cared for you when you couldn’t leave the bed. when your world had gone quiet and small and all you could offer him was your presence. he never questioned staying, so why would you?
so you wondered why he believed love was something only he was allowed to give - and never receive.
"because i love you,"
you said it with the nervous gaiety you had when you said it for the first time to him. you remembered how he stopped everything he was doing- he was unpacking after a gruelling mission- yes that was it. and he paused, and you panicked. you tried to take it back, because he was looking at you with terror. love to him wasn't sweet, it was a liability. something that got you hurt. but he realised in your absence, that the only thing that kept him going was the thought of you. so, he returned the words, not out of politeness, because he would never utter those words without meaning them. he said them because loving you wasn't the risk, losing you was.
he was your first boyfriend, first husband, first in everything. you knew you wouldn't have it any other way, he was essentially another part of you. if memories were the infrastructure of your identity, half of him was intimately woven within you.
"you deserve to be taken care of too," you comforted him like you would a child, stroking circles into his back.
"i love you too," he said, his fingers tracing the patterns on your skirt.
leon never cried. the only time he was close to crying was after the events in china. but only then did he just hold you tightly for hours- not responding to when you called out his name, just pushing his head closer into your neck.
his breathing went uneven and shallow at first, before soothing out like he was trying to remember what it was like to not hold together this hardened exterior. when he was at work, everyone was relying on him. if he broke, everyone else would too. but with you, it was different.
you kept stroking his hair, slow and steady.
"you don't have to stop," you continued, "just rest."
you knew he didn't like stopping, because he felt that everything would catch up with him if he did. he always blasted his music a little too loud, he always was working on something in the house, you even caught him fixing a shelf at 3 in the morning. constantly moving and drowning it all out. anything to take his mind off things.
"i don't know how," he pushed himself up, looking into your eyes. you tilted your forehead forward, pressing against his.
"that's okay, we can just take it slowly for now," you laughed a little, holding his hands.
"just stay here," he grumbled, his fingers tangling in your hair, "the soup can wait."
i just know leon’s hugs are so warm with his big frame i can’t get over it. how he’s so soft and gentle whenever he hugs someone… and you know he squeezes you tight too if youre upset. like cradling you closer to his heart will alieve you of whatever made you sad :(
re9 leon who's spent years pining after you, but solidly locked it behind layers and layers of highly guarded walls and amidst the clutter of all things repressed in him.
re9 leon who thinks he's missed his chance with you. or that he never had it to begin with. it's been too long, the timing's off, he's never been able to give you what you deserve—
and you deserve the world. not a man pushing 50 whose every expedition is so fraught he can't guarantee you he'll ever return to you safe and sound, much less return at all. his luck has an expiration date, and you shouldn't be there when it spoils.
re9 leon who buckles embarrassingly quick once you've had enough of the back and forth, the 'will we, won't we', the way he keeps himself at an arm's length at all times but the way that same arm is still held protectively in front of you whenever the situation calls for it.
re9 leon who can't believe his luck when you finally get together, who puts you on a pedestal of his own making— lovingly built with your every flaw and virtue in mind. he's too old to idealize, to see anything but the reality of who you are and still think it's far beyond the wildest reaches of his imagination.
the world is quieter around you, and you make him dream for once.
re9 leon who's at once reserved and unabashed, so forthcoming with the way he loves you because age has made him reckon with the nature of time yet almost shy when he realizes the depth of his gestures — particularly when you return them, when he's on the receiving end.
re9 leon who's every part the hardened veteran, weary beyond his years, but melts into your every touch, your every kiss. chases after you.
re9 leon who gets greedy, with his heart and with his hands, but who can't bring himself to care for as long as you'll have him around. who always checks in, reassures your every doubt, heeds your every word.
leon fucking you from behind, his hips slapping against your ass as he pounds into you. his bicep curled around your throat to keep you still.
“that’s right…take it. take it like a good girl.” he repeats hoarsely into your ear as he keeps his hips pumping in and out.
and you have no choice but to take it, you don’t seem to mind much though. your breaths coming out short and uneven, moans slipping between your parted lips as he destroys your pussy.
your eyes leaking tears as you grip onto the sheets below you. his bicep clenching and unclenching from the strain of the position.
“that’s it baby,” he grunts in your ear as he lets his free hand drift down to your ass. “cmon…take my dick.” he gently swats your ass, causing you to clench around him on instinct. a small moan leaving your lips as it echoed through your guys bedroom.
you start pushing back to meet his hips as he thrusts, your eyes fluttering shut in his hold, his bicep still curled around your head to keep you looking at him.
“look at me. open…open those…beautiful eyes and look at me while i fuck you.” he gets out in between groans of pleasure. you fluttered your lashes open and looked up at him as he met every thrust back into him.
“that’s it.” he whispers hoarsely as he stalls his thrusts and moves your head to kiss him as he leans down. he gently presses his lips to yours and keeps thrusting a little, deep shallow thrusts that have you drunk and aching for more.
you can barely focus on the kissing, your so full of him and you feel so warm and fuzzy. you just want to come already, you wanna drown in him until you feel nothing but him.
he chuckles and smirks as he moves his lips away from you, “you wanna come princess?” he asks as he uncurls his bicep from under your chin. you nod eagerly as your belly fills with butterflies.
“alright.” he gently smacks her ass and leans back, placing his hands on her hips. “it’s gonna be harder baby and faster. it’s gonna get a little rough. you remember what to say, yeah?” he keeps his eyes pinned on you to make sure you understand.
you nod in confirmation and he strokes your hips, gently pressing a kiss to your back. just as long as you know what your getting into. he doesn’t mind, you know the safe word so he’s not going to hold back anymore.
he grabs your hair roughly in his hand and pushes your head into the pillows roughly, “then take my dick slut.” he hisses softly before he begins pounding into her again.
harder and much faster then normal, making you moan louder into the pillows. your knuckles clenching the sheets as you try to breathe. your moans coming out all fast and choppy, “yes! yes!” you beg, you can feel yourself getting closer and closer.
“faster! faster!” your practically screaming into the pillows as you keep letting him thrust into you. his grunts echoing behind you as he keeps hitting that spot.
so he goes faster and faster, “take it, take it bitch.” he hisses as he smacks your ass, “come all over my dick.” the words that leave his lips are sins in themselves, sins that you gladly relish in as you follow his command and fall apart on him.
your moans left your mouth and your eyes watered as he fucked you through your orgasm and chased his own, going a little softer this time.
he comes with a loud moan, gently squeezing your ass as his thrusts stall and he fucks his come into your pussy. “that’s a good girl…” he says as he heaves a heavy breath.
he gently pulls out of you and rubs your spine, trailing his fingers delicately across the bumps there. “how’s my baby? is she okay?” he asks you with a small kiss to your shoulder.
you shiver a little and let out a small ‘mhm’ in response, he chuckles lightly and rubs his hand along the bare expanse of your back.
“your such a good girl, so pretty. i love you so much.” he whispers into your hair as he brushes some of it out of your face, “such a beautiful girl.” he says as he presses his lips to your temple.
you smile into the pillow, bathing in his love as he praises you from the rough treatment before. “thank you.” you whisper back to him with a giddy smile on your face. “i love you too.”
“do you now?” he says back with a small smirk, gently brushing his fingertips down your sides and over your shoulders. “yes…” you giggle softly as you shiver again.
“mmm, i know my beautiful girl. you worship the ground i walk on.” he says with a cocky look on his face, you whip your head to look behind you and raise a brow at him. “really?” you say with a small snort.
he just chuckles and pats your hip, “you know i’m joking.” he says as he presses a kiss to your lips and gently caress your bare hip. “your my beautiful and sweet baby. you’ve got me for life.” he whispers against your lips.
“forever and ever?” you whisper against his lips.
“forever and ever.”
an: i’m so sorry i’ve been MIA for a hotass minute but i couldn’t come back and not feed you guys. i have two one shots in my drafts right now and i opened my requests back up. i wanted to start fresh. i love you all!! pls reblog if you liked <3 MWAH MWAH!!
Synopsis: Your boyfriend has a little problem, he doesn't keep his promises!
tags: Leon (RE2) x Fem!User, established relationship, Leon being a horny guy, 'just the tip', light dubcon, some cum play, unprotected sex, creampie and more!
The plan was simple. Leon, you, and a rented tape to watch on your boyfriend's old player. Nothing complicated.
But for Leon, it's beyond complicated. Because ever since you started your relationship, he can't keep his hands to himself. It's like they have a life of their own, always traveling from your waist to your butt, or from your butt to your back. But he always had his hands on you.
And now, as you lay on his chest, your attention glued to the movie, Leon could barely concentrate as he felt the third consecutive throb in his dick that night. He felt like a complete loser, getting hard from inhaling your perfume or feeling the heat of your body. He was going crazy.
He started subtly, caressing your butt like he usually did. Then his lips started leaving small kisses on your cheeks, trying to get your attention.
"Leon, the movie." You groaned distractedly, too focused on how the girl in the movie was running away from her masked stalker. A crappy movie, according to Leon.
"I'm not doing anything, hone." he stated, feigning innocence. His hands kneaded the tender cheeks of your ass, pulling you closer to him. His breathing became heavier, leaving slower kisses on your skin. As if he wanted to devour you.
You sighed, knowing what he was like. But you let him keep going, because it was always entertaining to watch him try to get his way. And after a few minutes, he buckled first.
"Princess." he murmured, his lips on your cheek. You let out a small hum, paying no attention. His fingers began to slide under the waistband of your shorts.
"Just a little? Come on, please." He said pleadingly, inhaling deeply through your hair. He'd never do anything to upset you, but he really wants to put it in. You two started fucking a few weeks ago, and he can't stop.
"But I'm watching the movie." You groaned lazily, but pressed yourself closer to him anyway, feeling the outline of his hard cock through his sleep pants. It was practically dripping inside his boxers.
"I'll do all the work, I promise... Just the tip." he suggested, desperate for your approval so he could get his hands on you. You looked at him for a few seconds before nodding, repeating his words. "Just the tip." you murmured, letting him settle you onto the couch, face up. The small screen illuminated Leon's apartment, along with the snacks left on the coffee table.
Your shorts and already wet panties were quickly slid aside by Leon's hands, his eyes fixed on your legs parting to reveal your pussy. His pussy, how he liked to think.
"Look at you, how delicious." He whispered to himself, leaning in to kiss your neck and ease his pants down, just enough for his proud cock to jump against his abdomen. He cupped it in his hand to guide it toward your slick heat, moaning at the sensation.
He guided his tip against your clit, rubbing it gently just to hear you sigh. His lips traced your jaw, beginning to rub his dripping tip against your lips, dampened by your arousal.
"Ah, holy shit—" He groaned, spreading your legs wider with his hands to accommodate his cock at your entrance. Biting his lower lip as he pushed his thick tip past the first tight ring of your pussy, trying hard not to shove himself all the way in.
Your back arched slightly, causing his clouded gaze to rise to your flushed face and relaxed body, letting him use you just to watch a few more minutes of the damn movie.
"Baby, look at me... Here." He moaned in protest, gently grabbing your jaw to turn your face. When your gazes met, his hips began to move just enough to fuck you with just his tip.
Making sure your gaze was on him and nothing else, he moved his hands to lift your shirt over your breasts, automatically rubbing his thumbs against your hard nipples.
"You're so tight, fuck—ah." He groaned softly, still a little shy to try to say all the dirty things he thinks. His hands caressed your tits and moved down to your waist, bucking his hips a little faster.His tip thrust in and out, making both of you gasp. But he was dying to push all the way in, until your eyes rolled back. He was so lost in thought that he pushed a little more of his hard dick inside.
"You only said the tip—" You whined, clinging to his arms with a frown and pink cheeks. Ah, he loved that brat-like expression you wore.
"Y-You're right, sorry—princess." he apologized, not regretting it one bit.
He only gave you reason to let out those small moans and squeeze him harder, almost sucking his hard member completely in. His gaze was fixed on how half of his cock was now entering your tight hole, soaking in your arousal.
God, he wanted to fuck you silly so, so badly.
His thumb began to circle your clit, alternating between staring at your pretty, hot face and where his length was almost completely disappearing inside you.
But he kept his promise, just the tip. Just for now.
As his balls began to clench, demanding release, his thumb began to rub you faster. Your moans echoed in his ears, making his head spin as his hips began to pound into you, pushing his cock deeper and deeper.
"You'll...let me do it, won't you?" He asked sweetly, his breaths heavy. "I'll cum inside you, you'll like it, princess—" He promised, panting, pumping you as you came around him and sucked his dick in. He just took the opportunity; you wouldn't be mad at him, right?
Now his cock was filling you completely, thrusting frantically into you a few times before cumming deeply. His tip slammed all the way in, releasing a huge load just for you and your greedy pussy.
"Fuck, baby—ah,ah." He groaned shakily, covering you with his body and giving the last few thrusts.
"I love you, I'm so—" He babbled, his brain melting and mouth hanging open, his quivering dick still dripping.
When he pulled out, his cum oozed from your sensitive hole onto his couch, and the mere sight sent another surge of excitement through his half-hard cock. Again.
His fingers scooped some up, only to spread it all over your swollen pussy, staining you with his essence. He was a total freak.
"O-One more? And I'll leave you alone, please. I promise, hone—" He promised, still rubbing your sticky core and giving you those puppy dog eyes.
Yeah, it was like that. A puppy waiting for its favorite treat.
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hand pumping up and down his soaked cock, agonisingly slow, watching his brows pinch together as his hips buck — overwhelmed, choked gasps heaving from him as he tried to determine whether he wants to escape your grasp, or melt further into it.
and he’s being so naughty. you’d already told him to keep his cute eyes on you, watch how pathetic and weepy his dick gets for you. but those blown eyes just keep rolling deep into his skull, fluttering shut as he loses himself completely in your hold.
but you don’t scold him, not really. you give him an odd pinch to his thigh, a tap on his knee, a little “eyes on me, pretty..” to bring him back to, but it’s only a matter of seconds ‘til he’s forgetting again.
and you can’t even get mad. not when he’s whimpering like a dog, hands clutching the sheets so hard that the veins in his forearms bulge deliciously. not when he’s whining your name like a mantra.
“baby— baby, fuh— please, m’empty. s’all gone!! i can’t— fuck. can’t cum anymore baby, please! ohhh…” and “goddd, it hurts, pretty… hurts so good… shit! haaa… m’close again, i can’t take it— pleasepleaseplease— oh, don’t stop—”
really, you’re not to blame here.
and when your hand speeds up, the lewd squelching of your palm and his drenched cock sliding in your grip filling the room, his moans dying out as he just opens his mouth in a silent scream, eyes clenched shut, you feel your soul is at peace. right where you need to be.
and when he cums, it’s not like the first time. that was a truckload — not as subtle as it is now. but you know your leon. you know when he arches his back like a cat in heat, when he cries out with a wrecked voice that drags longer than any of his shallower noises, when one hand lets go of the sheets to slam against the headboard. you know when he cums. that, combined with one sad, yet significant, spurt of his spend that joins the rest that’s cooled on his abdomen.
“well done, baby, you did so good for me…” you whisper, slowing your movements. his hips twitch with the aftershocks. you’d think he’d be used to them by now. he sighs, whimpering uncomfortably, desperately, thinking you’re going to continue.
and you’d rest your hand at his base, moving forward. tongue darting out and licking his seed from his stomach, relishing in the goosebumps that emerge in your wake. insides clenching at the hitch in his breath, the twitch in his fingers.
and when you’d licked him clean, you’d let go of him, letting his softened cock rest against his thigh. moving up to kiss his cheek softly, whispering such sweet praise into his ear.
and him looking up at you like you’d hung the stars, bottom lips out in a little pout, eyes glossy with long, damp eyelashes. his drool-coated lips moving to question if he did good, good for you, and you assuring him with a sweet kiss.
and when he reaches for you hand, tentatively guiding you back to that sweet spot between his legs, barely recovered and ready to go again — you smile at him, kissing his temple.
and when he sniffles and asks if you can use your mouth this time, you can only feel your grin grow wider. intentions grow wicked. and as you shuffle back down to your rightful place, watching him deflate back into the mattress, preparing himself, you know that in this moment, he’s yours.
