Tips for writing those gala scenes, from someone who goes to them occasionally:
Generally you unbutton and re-button a suit coat when you sit down and stand up.
You’re supposed to hold wine or champagne glasses by the stem to avoid warming up the liquid inside. A character out of their depth might hold the glass around the sides instead.
When rich/important people forget your name and they’re drunk, they usually just tell you that they don’t remember or completely skip over any opportunity to use your name so they don’t look silly.
A good way to indicate you don’t want to shake someone’s hand at an event is to hold a drink in your right hand (and if you’re a woman, a purse in the other so you definitely can’t shift the glass to another hand and then shake)
Americans who still kiss cheeks as a welcome generally don’t press lips to cheeks, it’s more of a touch of cheek to cheek or even a hover (these days, mostly to avoid smudging a woman’s makeup)
The distinctions between dress codes (black tie, cocktail, etc) are very intricate but obvious to those who know how to look. If you wear a short skirt to a black tie event for example, people would clock that instantly even if the dress itself was very formal. Same thing goes for certain articles of men’s clothing.
Open bars / cash bars at events usually carry limited options. They’re meant to serve lots of people very quickly, so nobody is getting a cosmo or a Manhattan etc.
Members of the press generally aren’t allowed to freely circulate at nicer galas/events without a very good reason. When they do, they need to identify themselves before talking with someone.
As someone who spent over a decade catering luxury events, let me add some back of house info:
These events are almost always open bar. They're not trying to make their money back on alcohol. They want you to drink and eat and donate generously.
If there are cocktails, there will be at most two on offer, pre-made in large tubs. You cannot order a different version, it is what it is.
There are two types of events: cocktail style or seated. The first includes roaming hors d'oeuvres or a fancy buffet with tiny plates called a grazing station. For a long night, the roaming food will get a little bigger throughout the evening and have a 'main' at some point based around a protein.
A seated event will usually be more structured and may include multiple courses. Silver service is not in vogue anymore. You are likely to get either alternating meals brought to you like at a wedding, or served banquet style. A good caterer can get a plate to everyone in a 300 person event in about three minutes.
Drunk people are the same no matter how expensive their suits. They still laugh too loud, spill their drinks and slip on the dance floor. They are usually less embarrassed about doing coke in the bathrooms.
A full scale event that starts at 6pm will have staff arriving at noon to begin setup. Earlier if there's a light show or pyrotechnics. Typically venues don't just have 30 tables and three hundred chairs lying around, let alone table cloths, chair covers, etc. It's all rented and brought in on the day. Bands and DJs will be running audio tests in the background throughout.
Most heritage buildings that host these things, like museums and manor houses, aren't really designed for them. They might put down mats so you're not walking in stilettos over two hundred year old wooden floors, the kitchens are weirdly far away, and there are not enough taps. There is never anywhere for staff to sit, so if you open the wrong door you might find half a dozen waiters sitting on upturned milk crates in a room full of million dollar paintings, eating the left over bread.
Really old buildings don't have enough bathrooms, which means the staff will be sharing with the guests.
Clean up starts the second the event ends, if not sooner. Unattended glasses will start to disappear first, then table decorations. When the timer ticks over, the lights come back on and exhausted staff strip the tables, pack up dirty glasses and unopened wine bottles and have to Tetris it all into the back of a van. The venue is booked for that day only, so everything has to be gone before anyone can go home. A large event that finishes at midnight might take until 3am to be cleared away.
These are very long and physically demanding nights for anyone working them. The staff all get to know each other, and will absolutely notice someone trying to sneak in wearing a borrowed uniform. They are not being paid enough to care.
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SUMMARY leon loves your body even more after giving birth to your daughter.
PAIRINGS re9!leon kennedy x wife!reader
WORD COUNT 0.5k
WARNINGS 18+ smut! p in v. missionary. sweet/soft sex. reader is insecure about her body. leon is obsessed with her body. reader does cry slightly due to insecurities. unspecified age gap relationship. not proofread, lowercase intended.
AUTHOR'S NOTE request: "hi can i please do a request about smut leon re9 x wife get intimate and this is after a while ever since she gave birth to their daughter. her body has changed like stomach area and leon says sweet things while they are having sex." i lowkey don't feel that proud of this but i genuinely couldn't seem to write anything that i really liked.
“don’t hide, love. i wanna see you.” leon rasped, hands going to move your own which had subtly gone to hide all your insecurities.
between the sleepless nights of having a newborn and leon’s occasional missions, you hadn’t been able to be intimate with your husband in too long. because of that, you had grown to hate your new body and you were convinced leon would be disgusted by it too. so, you hid behind the guise of being a new mom to avoid the inevitable. that is, until sherry had offered to watch your daughter. “so you can relax for a little while.” was her excuse.
you jumped at the opportunity to spend time with your husband, relaxing. you knew your daughter was in the best possible hands. what had started out as a simple movie and takeout night quickly turned to leon’s lips attached to your neck as his hands roamed your body.
now, you were on your bed as leon kissed along your jaw and neck as if he was a man starved. your clothes lined the hallway, leaving you bare to his intense gaze. you shifted, attempting to covering your stomach which held many stretch marks, you did carry a child for nine months after all.
“god, i’ve missed this.” leon began to kiss lower, sucking between the valley of your breasts. his mouth grew closer to your stomach as his fingers found your clit. you moaned at the touch, between the chaos of the new stage of your life you had forgotten how much you missed being intimate with your husband. “you’re so gorgeous.”
leon kissed along each stretch mark as his finger slowly eased its way into your awaiting hole. “fuck, sweetheart. look at you. you carried a child, our child. you’re a fucking goddess, woman.” your cheeks heated up as you managed to pull leon’s head up to yours.
you captured his lips in a kiss, “need you, leon.” you whispered against his lips, pushing past your insecurities. you knew deep down that leon would love you no matter what. you knew the man you married, but that didn’t always stop the self-deprecating thoughts.
“you got me, sweetheart.” leon whispered, nipping at your lips lightly. “jus’ love your body s’much.” leon eased his finger out, replacing it with his cock. he entered slowly, giving you time to adjust as he took in the feeling of your velvety walls. “so beautiful, baby. everything ‘bout you.” leon’s hand folded into yours as he settled inside you.
he wiped a stray tear that trickled down your cheek, kissing you softly. “love you so fuckin’ much. can’t believe you’re mine.” leon knew of your doubts, even though you never voiced them. he couldn’t see why you saw yourself that way, but he was going to show you why you damn well shouldn’t feel that way.
“all your’s leon, all your’s.” you whined as he began to move slowly. he knew you still felt pain, the doctor said that’d be normal. so, leon took his time with you, whispering his love to you as you teetered on the edge of coming undone.
“come on, sweetheart, come with me.” leon whispered soft praises as you came undone together. he rested his forehead against yours as you both heaved in heavy breaths.
In which Leon has you spread out for him just the way he likes.
tags/warnings: oral (f! receiving), missionary, unprotected sex, creampie, sappy smut that also is erotic, soft dom leon, a little dirty talk
wc: 1.4k
a/n: heyyy i'm on such a leon kick these days and literally wrote this as soon as i finished the fic i just posted yesterday... and yes. i did get inspo from the way leon says beautiful when he finds the motorcycle in rc. enjoy <3
Leon prefers you like this.
When he knows you're at his mercy, he could do anything and yet- he hasn't made a single move.
He's greedy just sitting there, dragging his eyes over every inch of your skin, letting himself throb in his underwear at the sight.
Leon would've thought this was a painting in a museum dedicated to erotica if he wasn't so aware that this was his bedroom, his bed you were draped over, just awaiting his touch.
It would be so easy to drop his boxers, to spit in his hand and wet himself just enough to slide into you, and yet he doesn't.
That mind blowing orgasm he never fails to give you takes time, and by god is he ever so good at it.
He's already hard just looking at you, seeing what a mess your body can make without being touched. The anticipation is killing him.
"Leon…"
Your voice breaks him from his entranced state, catching the way your hips push back into the air as if he were standing right above you.
"I'm here, baby."
"Need you…"
He chuckles in that low vibrato, and hearing you whine only makes him want to give you the world even more.
Leon has his blues trained on your figure, even when he starts walking towards you slowly. It's tantalizing knowing you're just as much on fire as he is.
Your back is starting to prickle with sweat, and the light of his bedroom illuminates how soaked you've been for the past hour, already gripping the duvet of his bed with such desperation.
He can hear your shaky breaths when he starts to lean down over you, one hand near either side of your torso on the mattress.
Leon moves your hair out of your face to press a kiss to your temple, the already flushed look on your face making him smirk just the slightest bit.
"Prettiest in the whole world, my girl…" he praises, pressing another kiss to your shoulder.
His stubble gently scratches your skin as his kisses snake down your back, dragging his fingertips over the backs of your arms and your hands. It's got you shivering for more of his touch, wanting much too badly to see what he's doing.
His thumbs press small circles into your skin as he moves down your back, leaving kisses in their wake. When he gets down to the plush of your ass, he grips it softly in his palms and moves to the backs of your thighs.
Leon's eager fingers travel to your inner thighs, making sure he can see you in all your glory.
You moan again when you feel his breath so close to where you need him, yet he hasn't even touched you.
"Beautiful…" is his reaction when he spreads you open with his thumbs, folds of your pussy just covered in arousal.
All of it was his doing- the praise, and every one of those little compliments he'd whisper in your ear when you got him blushing with just your beauty.
It's enough to make a whine erupt from you, so needy for more of him already.
"You're soaked, aren't you, angel? All cause'a me?"
Leon's pressing more kisses into the backs of your thighs, reeling in the sounds it pulls from you.
"Mhm…" you whimper.
Leon doesn't even need to hear you beg- he knows you want it as he inches closer to press a kiss against your folds.
His surprise contact makes you gasp, pulling another breathy moan from you, and he chuckles.
"So worked up…" he mutters, taking another look before licking his way up right over your entrance.
"Y-your fault— oh, fuck…"
It's the vibration of his sly chuckle that has you pushing back into him, tongue laving its way through your folds. He pulls you a little towards him as he settles on his knees behind you, and licks his way right up to your little bundle of nerves.
That's the button he knows gets you going, turning you into even more of a mess than before.
He prefers you like this.
Especially when his tongue slips inside you for the first time and you sing for him, louder than you usually do.
When you're moaning and cursing under your breath, whimpering his name in the filthiest of ways like he can't hear every word you're saying.
"Leon, Leon, Leon…"
He can't help but praise you.
"My sweet girl looks so pretty like this…"
Two of his fingers start to swirl at your clit while he takes in the taste of you.
Laves of his tongue move through you as he goes, and you know he's soaking in every sound you make.
It's not long before he realizes you're getting close- your voice gets louder and breathier and you start muttering things he can't make out. That, and your thighs shaking with the urge to fall over the edge. His tongue slows on you immediately,
"Baby, please, I'm g-gonna cum…"
How you tremble splayed out for him like this, a work of art at your most vulnerable, letting him show you just how much he does love and care for you. There's no better drug in the world.
"Then cum for me, baby… Just let go for me, you're doin' so good."
"Fuck! I-I'm cumming…"
"Good girl…"
He can feel your clit throbbing as you're pushed into your release, seeing stars while he continues to circle his fingers on your most sensitive parts.
When he slows and removes himself from you is when he can see the mess that's truly been made. You're still making those pretty sounds for him, body covered in a little sheen of sweat.
Turning to look towards him doesn't get you very far before Leon's flipping you onto your back like it's nothing to him. He's always been strong, but to realize just how much muscle he has makes you shiver.
"Not done with you yet, baby."
He smirks at you- a dashing look that turns you on all over again.
Even before he's got himself free, he leans down to kiss you sweetly, once on your lips and twice on the cheek. Your pupils are lust blown and lidded as he catches your gaze.
"Did so good for me before, think you can give me another, gorgeous?"
It's then your eyes drag down his torso, appreciating every little hair on his chest and navel. So beautifully painted and pretty in a way that makes you crazy.
You're agreeing before you even realize he's freed his erection, still riding the high from a few moments ago. Times like this, you forget how much power he has over you.
Leon has ways even you don't understand fully, where he can just throw you a smile or run his eyes down your figure to make your brain turn off completely.
"Want my cock, sweetheart? Know your pussy wants it, she's cryin' for me…"
He can't help but run his tip through your folds, a generous amount of your slick covering his tip.
"Y-Yes… please, baby…"
You didn't have to ask so prettily, but you did.
Leon isn't surprised upon being able to push into you so easily, you're soaked- and it's a sight to see.
When he's fully bottomed out inside, he leans over and shallowly starts thrusting to get you used to his size.
"There we go, baby. Just let it all out. Don't hold back for me, okay?"
"Mhm… so big, Leon…"
"Don't have to flatter me, baby…" he groans when he pushes as far in as he can, hearing you mewl in response.
"Uh huh… love you so much…"
Leon's fingers interlock with one of your hands as he uses the other one around your waist to pull you against him.
"Love you so much, my perfect girl. My only girl…"
He gets a drive of possessiveness when he utters that, his thrusts changing from shallow to deep with every movement.
"How'd I get so lucky, huh?"
"Leon— fuck!"
You're clenching around him when his low voice sounds out, second orgasm not too far behind your first. With the way you sound combined with your warmth around him, Leon's already close too.
"Cum for me again, baby…"
Fluttering walls trigger your release, and you're pulling him close to you while his high chases close behind.
A moment later he's thrown into release, cock twitching as he spills inside you with slowing thrusts.
Leon's kissing your face softly as you both catch your breath, one of your hands reaching up to move his hair out of his face.
absolutely fucking depraved. greedily sopping up your pussy without a care in the world.
you'd just come back from work. hadn't even showered yet. hadn't shaved down there in a hot minute, but as soon as he got a good look at your bent over form, plush lips outlined in those tiny panties, he was salivating. on you in seconds. pushing your hips down on the bed as his hands shook with excitement, wrenching the flimsy fabric off your cunt.
nothing could stave off his pure arousal. not the smell of the day's work on you, not the bush you were sporting. in fact, you suspected from the prominent bulge in his pants which he was currently rutting against the mattress, this turned him on.
"you're disgusting", you say in amusement as he noisily laps up at your dripping folds, nosing at your clit. you can feel the vibrations of his laughter hit your pussy walls as he murmurs, "only for you, baby."
HEYYYY girl yiur writing is amazing I have a request thoughhhhh can you make a one shot where reader is needy but Leon is on a mission and reader tries to pleasure themselves somehow but they didn’t aspect Leon (RE9) to come home early and find them in the act and he kind of is rough and punish us with edging and overstimulation??? Great work by the way 🥰🥰🥰
Fatal Fantasies
(RE9 Leon Kennedy x Wife!Reader)
A/N: Hello! Wow, thank you so much for this request. I hope this is what you had in mind. I normally write Leon very soft dom, charming, gentleman-like hehe. For this request I tried exploring his little rougher side, even though I still think he is quite the gentleman. I feel like I can’t make him too rough lmao I am sorry! I am excited to hear your thoughts on it. Please enjoy. So much love, Shell xo
PS: At the end I will hand out free cups of holy water if anyone’s interested bahaha
Warnings: Smut, overstimulation, edging, oral (female receiving), P in V, cuss words, masturbation, penetrative sex, fingering, unprotected sex between married couple
As much as you loved being Leon Kennedy's wife, you despised it just as much when he was away on mission. Surely, you got used to it after all these years, but there were just days when it felt more challenging to you than usual.
Work, chores, duties and dates with friends could only distract you for so long, but once the weekend arrived and your mind slowed down, you felt lonely in your shared apartment.
Everything seemed like it was too big, too quiet, too monotonous.
It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy having some time to yourself. It was more about the sheer number of trips he had to take. Not to mention the constant fear you felt for him, because you never really knew how much danger he was in actually. It could have been a routine operation or, just as easily, a life-or-death situation. You had to be prepared for any outcome, as harsh as that sounded.
If you were feeling extra lonesome, you rummaged through your huge drawer and pulled out one of your favorite shirts of his. It hung loosely over your curves, feeling like a soft caress on your bare skin.
You cuddled yourself onto his side of the bed, imagining he was there with you, hugging you and holding you tightly in his arms.
Today was one of those days. It was a Saturday evening, and everything on your to-do list had already been taken care of. You weren’t really in the mood for going out either, so it was just you, a book, and the phone lying next to you, in case Leon would message you.
The last text you’d received from him had been this morning.
I’m okay. Will return this weekend, as soon as I can. I love you so much. Leon
You stared at his message repeatedly, smiling at the thought of seeing him again so soon. You’d replied that you couldn’t wait for him and that you loved him just as much, hoping to get another answer, but he was probably still busy with work. You were sure he wouldn’t return before tomorrow morning, which meant you had to spend another night alone.
You sighed, rolling back onto your back, playing with the hem of his soft shirt that was ending just above your knees. His side of the bed was still smelling like him, the warm and comforting scent filling your nostrils, instantly calming you down.
You tried to get back to your book and concentrate on what was happening, but your mind didn’t want to cooperate. You read the same few sentences about fifteen times and still didn’t know what the scene was about.
Your mind always went back to your husband and how he’d look at you, kiss you, and hold you once he was back home with you.
Maybe, if he weren't too tired, he would even properly fuck you again. God, how much you missed this. The feeling of him filling you up and taking you in any way he wanted. You felt tingles between your thighs, as well as warmth spreading throughout your whole body.
It wasn’t enough that you were lonely; no, you were also in a certain phase of your cycle that made you extra needy. Normally that wasn’t a problem, because you were either too tired or too busy to even think about it. However, right now, with your gorgeous husband on your mind and the aching feeling between your legs, it felt nearly unbearable.
You closed your eyes for a moment. Maybe a cold shower would do? No, that would only remind you of the endless times he’d taken you against the cold shower wall with your legs wrapped around him.
Maybe you should just switch to the couch instead. But that would only refresh your memory of the last time you were riding him cowgirl style, the movie you’d chosen that night long forgotten.
You could still go into the kitchen and prepare yourself a soothing cup of tea. Well, if it wouldn’t remind you of the way he’d bent you over the kitchen counter countless times before while talking you through your third orgasm.
Was there any place in this apartment that Leon Kennedy hadn’t already fucked you in? Probably not.
His husky and low voice rang in your ears, reminding you of the dirty talk rolling off his tongue whenever he had you.
It was this fine line between dominance while still caring for your needs so gently that really made the difference for you. You adored this man with your whole heart. There was no denying.
You wanted to wait for him, you really did, but at the moment, the throbbing between your legs clouded your mental clarity.
You put your book away, closing your eyes and slowly letting your hand drift between your legs. His shirt rode up a little, revealing the panties. The only thing you were still wearing besides the shirt
Your hand slipped underneath the soaked fabric, gently brushing over your already sensitive clit. In your mind, it was Leon who was touching you, telling you how wet you already were and how needy you sounded. And both were true.
Carefully, you spread your legs a little further apart, bending them just slightly for a better angle. In your inner eye you imagined Leon fingering you the way you were doing it yourself right now. You could almost hear his voice in your ear.
You are doing so good for me, baby.
Eventually you let your fingers slip lower, feeling the wetness coating your trembling fingers.
You imagined how he’d talk you through it while thrusting his cock into you, up to the hilt. No amount of fingers could compare to the feeling of his thick member inside you, hitting that sweet spot over and over again. Still, you could try.
“Are you enjoying yourself?”
It almost sounded as if he were really there with you at that moment. His voice sounded so deep, so rich, so….real?
You let out a soft moan, your eyes remaining shut. You arched into your own touch, preparing to ride your fingers, until you heard a low chuckle. Now, this was definitely not in your imagination anymore.
Your eyes snapped open and you were greeted by the sight of your husband. His eyes looked darker than usual, like a predator stalking its prey. But in the sexiest way.
Leon was leaning against the door frame, his arms crossed in front of his chest and a smug expression on his face.
“L- Leon…,” you stuttered, hurriedly sitting up while withdrawing your soaked fingers from your core. If there was a list of the most embarrassing situations in your life, this moment just made it to the top five.
“I didn’t know…you were coming home so early,” you continued, the last words barely coming out as a whisper. Your cheeks were burning red, the warmth spreading to your ears.
“Seems like I am not the only one who was coming,” he teased in his usual manner as he walked up to you. He looked so confident and handsome that it only made you yearn for him more.
Of course, it was no secret that you occasionally pleasured yourself while he was gone. Still, getting caught doing it was a whole different story.
“Well….I didn’t make it that far,” you joked, trying to suppress the embarrassment that was threatening to consume you.
He slowly sat down beside you on the bed, his warm hand caressing your exposed thigh.
“Mhm. Poor you,” he murmured as he let his hand wander a little higher. You let the moan die on your lips. He was barely touching you, and you were so worked up already. It was pathetic almost.
“Welcome home, baby,” you whispered instead and leaned in to kiss him gently. “I missed you so much."
“I missed you more,” he mumbled as he returned the kiss, his lips melting against yours. His free hand rested on your cheek, stroking you gently without breaking the kiss.
His other hand wandered higher until it found the hem of his shirt you were wearing.
“In my shirt, yeah? Were you imagining I was here?” he whispered teasingly. “Rubbing your pussy?”
You bit your lip at his dirty words. You loved your gentle and loving husband, but every now and then, you didn’t mind hearing his rougher voice combined with filthy remarks leaving his lips.
“Yeah, maybe."
You glanced down to see the unmistakable tent building in his pants. It looked nearly painful, the way it was straining against the fabric. Your mouth watered at the sight, your mind already racing, imagining different scenarios in which he could please you with his cock.
“How long….have you been watching me?” You asked shyly, looking up to meet his gaze again. You were sure his eyes were growing darker by the minute.
“Long enough, I guess,” he hummed. He carefully got up without breaking eye contact. He looked delectable in his tight shirt, the dark pants, and his slightly tousled hair.
“Seeing my wife play with herself…is quite the sight. I have to admit,” he smirked while starting to undo his belt. You eyed him intently, not sure if you should focus on his handsome features or his hands working on freeing his throbbing cock.
“I was missing you,” you admitted in a quiet voice, letting your back fall against the headboard.
He chuckled, pulling down his pants. “And you couldn’t wait for me?”
You shook your head no, playing with a strand of your hair. You didn’t really know if it was out of nervousness or because you knew he secretly liked it when you did it.
“So needy for me. Couldn’t keep your hands to yourself until I got home”
Next thing that followed was his shirt, revealing his chiseled chest and his muscular frame. Not to mention his massive arms that could easily hold you in any position you desired.
Once he was completely bare, looking like a Greek god himself, he slowly climbed onto the bed between your legs. His eyes roamed over your form, admiring the sight presented in front of him.
“Open up,” he said in a gravel voice. The way he was saying it sent shivers down your spine.
“Leon….”
“I didn’t ask." He used both of his hands to gently open up your legs, his eyes dropping to your soaked panties. “Besides, what husband would I be if I didn’t take care of my gorgeous wife?”
A small smirk played on the corner of his lips, indicating he enjoyed playing with you way too much.
“Yes please,” you breathed, watching his every move. You were more than ready for him.
His fingertips brushed lightly over your clothed cunt, feeling how desperate and wet you already were for him. You could hear him drawing in a sharp breath while still toying with you.
“Maybe I should punish you a little first. For not waiting for me,” he mumbled, his head tilting slightly as if he was really going over the options in his head.
You felt the excitement settle in your stomach, the same feeling you always had when you were intimate with him. Yet, this time the excitement was mixed with a hint of nervous anticipation. You knew you were in for a good time, but not knowing what exactly he’d planned sent your mind into overdrive.
Before you could answer, he already hooked his fingers through the waistband of your thin panties, pulling them down and throwing them somewhere in the room.
The cold air from the room hitting your intimate parts made everything feel more intense, more exciting. You desperately wanted to feel him, looking at his hard member, only waiting to be touched by you.
However, Leon had other plans as he grabbed your wrists and pressed them down beside you.
“I think you did enough already. My turn now,” he grinned at you one last time before dipping his head down to your center.
Your breath hitched as he started licking your slit all the way up. He groaned when he tasted your arousal that you’d caused on your own.
His flat tongue parted your lips with ease, lapping at you like he was dying to savor you completely.
Soon the room was filled with the sound of your desperate moans and the wet noises his mouth was causing from making out with your pussy.
Being married to you for so many years had taught him everything he needed to know. He knew exactly where to put pressure, where to be gentle, and how to pace his actions to drive you completely wild.
His hands that were holding your wrists prior were now holding onto your thighs in an attempt to keep you open for him.
You threw your head to the side, eyes shut, feeling the coil in your lower belly tightening. You were so close to reaching your high that your legs already started shaking.
“Yes, yes, yes. Please don’t stop,” you whimpered, arching your back, your hips lifting off the bed to meet his tongue.
His tongue started working faster on you with kitten-like licks.
“I’m so close….I am…..” You stuttered, chasing your release, but shortly before you could reach it, Leon pulled back. He licked his lips, looking up at you with a sly smile.
“Leon please,” you whined, wanting to put his head down to your aching center again, but he didn’t budge.
“Please what, my love?” He teased.
“Make me cum. I was so close,” you said out of breath. “Leon please!”
He chuckled. “I will. I will make you feel so damn good,” he promised, kissing his way up to your center again.
“But first," one kiss on your inner thigh. “I will build you up." Another kiss on the other thigh. You didn’t know what frustrated you more. The overwhelming feeling between your legs or the fact that he was speaking so calmly, as if he had all the time in the world.
You groaned as you let your head fall back again.
“Take it as part of the punishment,” he winked before his head dipped down again. This time he went straight for your clit. He alternated between licking and sucking your bud, as if it was the sweetest candy he’d ever tasted.
It didn’t take long for you to come close again. You moaned as your hips started moving against his face, feeling the familiar sensation rising up again.
You were ready to cry out his name when he pulled back again. He started doing the same thing a few more times until you couldn’t take it anymore. You were ready to end the job yourself when he gripped your hands once more to hold you back.
He smirked, kissing your clit one more time before he continued his make-out session. He increased the pressure and kept licking you, letting you reach your high finally.
You sobbed when you felt your climax approaching. When it hit you, it felt like a thousand waves washing over you, your toes curling and your face contorting in pleasure.
“Oh fuck yes,” you whimpered as you felt your walls clench around nothing, quivering with the intensity of your orgasm.
Leon kept licking you through it, feeling the pulsations coming from you and your wetness coating his mouth and beard entirely.
“Doing so good for me,” he praised as he looked up. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before he moved to tower over you. In an instant you opened your legs invitingly; surely he’d thrust into you now, but it seemed he had other plans. He smiled at your flushed face, your red cheeks, and hearing your uneven breathing.
“Not yet, sweetheart,” he said as he slowly lifted his fingers to your mouth. “Open up again for me”
You did as you were told, letting him push two of his fingers into your mouth as he eyed you with lust in his eyes. You tried holding his gaze, swirling your tongue over his fingertips, the same way you’d do it with his cock.
“Such a good girl for me. Just like that,” he mumbled, pulling his fingers out of your mouth. He started placing them over your still sensitive clit. It’s not like you needed the extra lubricant, but still, it was hot as hell. You’d really need to tell him to do that more often.
He then inserted two of his fingers at once into your tight heat.
“Did you really think your fingers could do the same? Fill you up like mine? ,” he asked roughly, pumping his fingers in and out of you while his thumb brushed over your clit. It was all getting too much and not enough at the same time. Nothing made sense anymore. You couldn’t think straight. All that mattered at that moment were his fingers and his voice.
You shook your head, unable to say anything. His thick fingers filled you up, stretching you deliciously past your limit.
“Answer me,” he demanded, his voice deepening by an octave. He sounded so different than usual, and yet so familiar.
“No, Leon. They couldn’t,” you choked out, your hips instinctively starting to ride his fingers. He angled them perfectly, stroking over your sweet spot over and over and over again.
In a short period of time, you felt your walls clenching around his fingers, your second release approaching. You were still sensitive from the first one, and you could only imagine how the next release would feel.
“You’re so close again,” he mumbled, watching you attentively while appreciating your beautiful, blissed-out expression. “Ride my fingers, baby. Get yourself off on my fingers,” he praised, talking you through it. His fingers picked up the pace, pumping into you, his thumb increasing the pressure just slightly.
“Leon fuck-…I am….coming….oh god”
Your second orgasm felt like he brought you straight to heaven. You felt your juices gushing out of you, covering his fingers while your walls gripped onto him like they didn’t want to let him go.
“Hell yes” Leon urged, his fingers not stopping. Not even slowing down. Again, he fucked you through your high. You had no time to come back to your senses again. He simply kept going.
You held onto his arms, trying to slow down his movements.
“I don’t think I can…..come again,” you said breathlessly, trying to come back to reality.
“Oh, I think you can. You were so needy before. Now you get everything you need." He smirked. He leaned down to kiss you again without stopping his movements. His kisses were wild, sloppy. You moaned into his mouth while his fingers kept working inside you.
After coming for a third time, he finally slowed down, helping you ride out your high in a gentler way.
Your chest moved rapidly with each breath, eyes closed again. You were wondering if you were dreaming, maybe. If that was the case, then you’d for sure didn’t want to wake up ever again.
You looked down at his shaft, still rock-hard, and the first drops of precum glistening at the tip.
“Let me take care of you now,” you said softly, already reaching for him but his hand stopped you.
“No, not now. I am already too pent up,” he said through gritted teeth, reaching for your hips. You squealed when you felt him lift you up, already knowing what position he was going for.
He turned you around, making you land on your stomach, while pulling your ass up.
„You look…so ready for me,“ he groaned, giving his cock a few good pumps, looking at you and your glistening folds.
His shirt you were still wearing rode up even higher, giving him access to sneak one of his hands under it. He groped the soft flesh of your breasts in his hand, toying with your buds and rolling them between his fingertips. You bit your lip, enjoying the new sensation he was giving you.
You were already overstimulated and sensitive, and your body was ready to pass out and drift into a deep sleep. And yet, you wanted more. You couldn‘t wait for him to finally bury himself into you.
His other hand reached for his throbbing member, positioning himself at your entrance.
“So eager to be fucked by your husband,” he chuckled, rubbing himself all over your wetness before finally pushing into you. “Can’t blame ya. Can’t wait to feel your tight pussy around me again either”
As he bottomed out, you let out a cry. Not out of pain, but out of pure ecstasy. It felt incredible; he was stretching you out better than you'd ever felt before.
You were used to his size and the feeling of his thick cock inside you, but this time it was different. Maybe it was because of the several orgasms prior or because you simply missed him so much. Either way, it was perfect.
“God look how perfect you take me,” you heard him behind you as he kept pounding into you. “So tight for me. So goddamn perfect”
The obscene sound of skin clapping against skin filled the room, his pace never faltering. He kept fondling with your breast while his other hand found its way to your throat. He didn’t put any pressure there, he was just holding you. Leon was no one to manhandle you but after admitting to him that you’d actually enjoyed it seeing his dominant side in bed, he’d decided to try some new things for you.
As he kept thrusting into your tight hole relentlessly, you could feel his warm breath on your ear. He leaned forward as his chest pressed to your back.
“You doing good?” he asked. There he was again, your gentle and loving husband, asking if you were okay as if he weren't fucking your brains out currently.
“Better than good,” you confirmed in a trembling voice, meeting his thrusts to feel as much of him as you could.
“That’s what I thought," he grunted, kissing your neck in the process. Soon his hand that was playing with your breasts, wandered between your legs again. He started rubbing tight circles on your clit. You were sure you couldn’t take it anymore, but he wasn’t giving you any other chance. He was more than determined to get you off again.
“Think you can give me another one, pretty girl?” he grinned, adjusting the angle a little to massage your hot spot.
Your hands were gripping onto the sheets by now, holding on for dear life, unable to hold yourself up for much longer.
“I….ahhh- Leon,” you mewled. You felt yourself squeezing around him again, gripping him even tighter. He hissed at the sudden intensity, his eyes rolling back when he felt your slickness and warmth engulfing his pulsating length.
“Not gonna last much longer if you keep doing that,” he cursed under his breath, his thrusts coming in deeper and even harder. As if you had any control over that.
His fingers circled your clit a few more times until you felt yourself falling over the edge for another time. A few tears spilled from your closed eyes, running down to your cheeks caused by the feeling of being completely overstimulated. It was a combination of feeling pleasured and feeling overwhelmed at the same time. Yet, you enjoyed every second of it.
“Yes. Cum for me. Cum. for. me.,” he groaned, his hips stuttering. His thrusts became erratic, and after a few more pumps, he released everything he had. Warm, thick ropes of his cum filled you out. He kept thrusting a few more times, his movements becoming lazy and slow.
He let out a nearly inhumane sound, your name rolling off his tongue again and again.
By now, you were completely cock-drunk. You never really understood when people told you exaggeratedly that their brains had been fucked out. Now you did.
Leon stayed inside you for a few moments, allowing you both to catch your breaths. When you threatened to fall forward, he quickly put his arms around you and held you against his chest.
“Easy, there. Are you okay? Was it too much?” His voice sounded more like himself again, and he immediately shifted into his worried husband mode.
“No…I feel perfect….everything was perfect,” you reassured him in a tired voice.
“It was,” he hummed, covering your back with kisses before carefully pulling out of you.
You felt the mix of both of your juices spill out of you, running down your thighs, but you couldn't bring yourself to go to the shower just yet. Your legs were about to give out otherwise.
Leon supported you with his hands on your hips as you tried to lay down again.
“Careful,” he mumbled, laying himself back on the bed and pulling you gently down with him until your head could rest on his chest.
“I could get used to these sorts of…punishments," you giggled after a while. He joined in your laughter, his cheeks flushed and a faint gleam of sweat shimmering on his forehead. His breathing, as well as yours, was still ragged.
“Tell me…if I was too rough or anything,” he then said, studying your blissed-out expression.
“You weren't. Really. I enjoyed it a lot. Maybe I should let you watch more often." You smiled sheepishly, inhaling his warm scent combined with the musky after-sex smell. Everything just felt right.
“Wouldn't mind. Looked sexy as hell, my love” he grinned, brushing his hands through your messy hair.
“I think you need to carry me to the shower later." You looked up at him with an innocent smile on your lips.
“Is that so?” he asked teasingly, his brow raised.
“Mhm. I think I deserve that”
“True. You deserve the world” he agreed with a softer expression on his face, leaning down to kiss you again. He hadn’t felt this relaxed, fully satisfied, in what felt like forever. Maybe with a little bit of pain in his knees, though.
“Let’s just stay here for a couple more minutes,” he hummed.
“Sounds perfect,” you whispered, cuddling yourself closer to him.
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pairing: multifandom x f!reader
warnings: scent kink, panty sniffing, male masturbation
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if somebody walked in on him at this instant, he didn't know how he could possibly explain himself.
he was pathetic. no dignity, no composition - just down bad pathetic. his heels dug into the mattress farther as his left hand clutched the fabric tighter, bringing the gusset of your panties straight to his nose. your signature scent wafted off in faint tufts, shocking his brain every time he caught a good whiff of that mouth watering perfume.
it had all started when you decided to play a fun little game with him. you'd been learning about pavlovian conditioning in your college classes, and what better way to put your knowledge to use than an experiment on your boyfriend? so every time you came over you'd douse yourself in a rich, delicious candy-like fragrance; probably bought off clearance from the shop next door. and every time you came over, you'd climb up in his lap, position yourself right above his dick and grind down while manoeuvring the messiest make out sessions of all time. then you'd "suddenly remember" a project or homework assignment you needed to finish, and rush back home - leaving your poor boytoy with a rock hard erection, sticky fluid spreading into a wet spot on the front of his jeans.
one day you decided to leave him a little treat. while he was in the kitchen making a snack for his perfect girlfriend, you took off your panties and left them on his bed frame. quickly tying your shoes, you called to him in a hurried voice and shouted out a quick "i need to finish this stupid assignment!" before leaving him standing in the doorway, holding a plate of nachos and staring longingly at an open door.
imagine his surprise when he walked back into his bedroom to find a pair of pretty pink panties, waiting for his touch. your dampness glistened in the middle, sending waves of arousal down his spine. with shaking hands he held it up, uneven lace sliding up and down his fingers while he deliberated on whether he should just run out and hand it to you when-
that fucking perfume.
it floated straight to his nose. the scent was unmistakeable. did you spray it on your panties too? who even does that? maybe it's a little superstition you do, or just something for fun - but whatever the hell it was, it had his brain short circuiting while all the blood rushed down south.
this is how he ended up where he was now: panties held up to his face, breathing in the delectable mixture of candy perfume and your tangy scent, while his right hand furiously jacked off his painfully hard cock. the curved tip was leaking with precum - gossamer strings faintly holding on to his fingers while moans escaped him. everything in the world dulled in that instant - everything except that scent, the orgasm cumulating in his belly, and your name on his lips.
with a final harsh tug, his seed spilled all over his hands and up his abdomen until he was left a soiled, broken and thoroughly confused mess - cum smeared on his hand while he desperately tried to catch the sweet, faint aroma of you.
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