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LEON KENNEDY
You attempt to bake cake for your kid's birthday peacefully but your husband can't leave you alone
Fake labor
Nine months of navigating through a new path
Headcanons
How to turn overprotective Dad's brain off 101
Domestic w\ infant
Your husband just cannot handle going on a gathering without a taste of your pussy beforehand
Leon insists his cock needs to receive a proper treatment before vasectomy
When you're happily married going through long distance episode, dickpic is something you look forward to
Old farts fighting
Old man Leon x young reader
Virginity loss
+ pt2 to it
Leon's home and y'all have sm kids and daaamn
Gun play
Morning sex
JOEL MILLER
Joel's all trauma—and you're all wanting to heal him. When fate has other plans, you're ready to sacrifice all your wishes. Only to find out that Joel has other plans, too
ZAYNE
Perfectionism struggles
CALEB
Smut no plot
Lotta kids type shi
Babytrapping
Panty sniffing
Reader x Zayne blues
SYLUS
Your & Sylus' daughter doing Hear Me Out Cake challenge with her bestie
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+
A\N: since its my 21st birthday on 27th i was in a rush to finish at least SOMETHING idk why but here goes nothin lmfao
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Six months far along, you experienced pregnancy cravings. Particularly, you couldn’t last a day without whipped cream. So what, one might say? Whipped cream isn’t weird at all. Is that even a pregnancy craving, honestly? You probably just have a sweet tooth. Nothing special about it.
Well that’s right, you’d answer. Totally normal. Except you had a very… specific way of eating that sweet little meal. Like, something along the lines of licking it off Leon’s cock.
It started quite ordinary, really. One time you were devouring whipped cream at midnight, straight out of the bottle, pretty twirls of sweetness plopping down and on to your tongue. That caused Leon to snicker and offer you some help teasingly; while he attempted to aim for your wide–opened mouth, a few globes landed on your chin.
You two laughed it off, hahahaha. Then Leon licked it off, slurpslurpslurp.
That’s when you gazed at him—like he himself was made out of whipped cream. Like you were about to feast on him.
So that turned into a routine. Stable, predictable, perfectly casual.
Leon tsked as he sprayed some cream on his abs, sliding the trail of white foam down, down, down until it covered his happy trail, dripped to his ballsack, coated his permanently half–hard dick and topping its pink, mushroom head, “Can’t believe that’s how I ended up.”
“What a small price to pay to thank your wife after she let you knock her up,” you reply right away, eyes trained on the prize. Yummy. You lick your lips in anticipation.
Leon puts the whipped cream spray bottle at the kitchen island, his navy sweatpants pooling around his ankles, his boxers ditched anytime he’s home. Something about letting the buddy breathe. Point–fucking–less, because you’re about to suffocate his whack–a–mole of a buddy with your tight mouth right away.
But you genuinely attempt to enjoy your meal—literal meal, not Leon. You lick a stripe down his abs, smacking your lips together as dizzyingly sweet flavour blossoms on your tongue. Not whipped cream, more like Leon’s musk and sweat. Alright, whipped cream, too. Most definitely.
Leon exhales through his mouth, fingers gripping the counter tighter; his cock twitching against the side of your neck, precum and cream staining the skin. “Fuck… I hope you’ll remain this freaky forever.”
You giggle, teeth nipping on the foreskin. “I hope you’ll remain this hard forever.”
That makes him groan, head lolling back. “Fucking hell.”
You rich the tip of his cock giving it a single kitten–lick for a good measure, then your lips wrap around the bulb of it as you suck it in. It’s salty yet sweet, so sweet your teeth just might rot, the cream only making his head more delicious. And his dick is so pretty, that vein is so prominent and throbbing right underneath your tongue, flesh scorching hot and responsive to each one of your little ministrations.
You taste the whipped cream, your tongue eagerly lapping everything up. You let out a delighted moan, never feeling better. Leon pants and grunts, driving inside of your mouth more and more actively.
“Gobble it up, baby,” Leon grits out as he locks his half–lidded eyes with yours, his wet bangs clinging to his sweat–slicked forehead. “Don’t make me beg.”
You hollow your cheeks eagerly, your throat a warm tunnel for him to slide in yet Leon holds himself back, careful to not be too rough on you given your predicament. That’s kind of annoying, really. You can be pregnant and still like rough fucking. In fact, rough fucking is what got you into that situation, first and foremost. You bob your head, bringing you two closer and closer until he hilts inside of your mouth, but that’s not what exactly stops you—if it weren’t for your bump, you’d surely take him deeper than physically possible. That causes a low groan to slip from Leon’s lips and makes his hips thrust forward involuntarily.
But you barely notice. All you know is that he’s so sweet, tastes like something you can’t help but suck out of his system into yours. You slurp on his dick feeling the slobber gather in the corners of your months and trickling down your chin and probably neck—yet you can’t bring yourself to care. At some point you totally forget that you’re giving a blowjob—you just suck and suck and suck.
“Hey, are you even…” Leon grits out. “Earth to wifey. Can’t you… slow down? Otherwise I’m gonna— oh, fuck.”
You don’t feel like slowing down at all. It’s just so delicious, really. Can’t a woman be selfish from time to time? He gotta pay back for your pregnancy struggles somehow.
Leon husks out your name, loud and clear. You grip his thighs so you have some leverage, tongue flattening out against the underside of his cock. No whipped cream left on him anymore yet like hell that’d make you stop. His own taste is even better. You slurp, drooling on his length so the friction is easier. You know you should stop soon—but you just can’t.
You let out a startled whine as Leon’s shaky hands pry you off his dick. The string of saliva still connecting you to him breaks, and you cross your arms over your chest. “What?”
“You’re wild,” Leon breathes out. “Like possessed or something.”
You stare. Up at his face, down at his throbbing cock.
Then you huff. That definitely was not worth the interruption. So you don’t waste any more time, heading—no pun intended—back to his dick.
“F-fuck,” Leon moans, fingers tangling in your hair. “Do you want me to… fucking bust?”
You give him an exasperated look as if he’d asked you why the sky is blue. Then you shake your head vehemently since there’s no other way to let him know that you washed it yesterday and him messing it up doesn’t help. You wish there was a way to ask him to fuck your face without actually having to voice it out loud. Apparently, your husband is a mind–reader.
He grips the back of your head, then glances down at your baby bump like he just can’t do something like that to a pregnant woman, even if she asks him to. You give him a thumbs–up with one hand—anything to make him finally fuck your throat proper, really.
“I aim to please,” Leon deadpans in a hoarse voice.
And so he does.
His hips snap forward, a single hand locking your head in place. You let out a moan that quickly gets muffled by him picking up the pace turning everything leaving your mouth into obscene gagging sounds. You stroke his thighs with tenderness that contrasts with the roughness that he takes your mouth with but you don’t mind. Leon melts into the moment under your eager encouragement—until his legs bump into your belly slightly and he freezes.
“...We need to make an appointment. What if you’ll… miscarry because of that?” His voice comes out still hoarse yet so small it’s ridiculous coming from a man like him.
You just feel annoyed at having to pull his cock out of your mouth for an umpteenth time today. “Are you serious right now? With all respect, honey, that’s silly. It was just a little collision kind of situation. That, and I can feel them move as we speak.”
But telling him that only makes you dig yourself deeper into the hole.
Leon blinks up at you, and he looks like he’s about to throw up. “So you’re telling me… they’re— while I’m—”
Long story short, you had to wait until the fetus stopped moving with Leon’s palms glued to the swell of your engorged womb. Of course you couldn’t tell him that the baby often moves after or even during intercourse—or he would puke for real. You just try not to think much of it, honestly. Otherwise you’d feel so grossed out at the realization you’d have to go celibate until you give birth.
So when you put his dick back in your mouth, you’re intended to finally make him finish. He’s still throbbing hot on your tongue, swollen like he’s barely holding back.
Leon’s fingers tangle in your hair again, this time just letting you take the lead. But you know he wants to come, so you bob your head in an attempt to create the pace he usually prefers. By the way Leon’s eyes flutter shut, you can tell that you’re doing alright so far.
This time you don’t even feel like making yourself come. It’s not about sex, really. It’s just that his cock tastes really good and you have no idea how you didn't notice it before you fell pregnant. But that’s probably just the remnants of whipped cream—or you’d like to think so.
You hollow your cheeks and suck him in as deep as you can. You blink away the tears welling in your eyes praying that Leon doesn’t notice them because you definitely wouldn’t survive another interruption; thankfully, his eyelids still remain half–closed.
“I’m gonna come,” he deadpans, fingers tightening in your strands.
Well, romance indeed is dead.
You manage to almost fit him whole, barely even processing it as your fingers move to stroke the base of his dick. He groans but you don’t register it, instead sliding your mouth of his cock and switching to his ballsack. Your throat finally relaxes while you nibble and suck on the salty flesh, heavy globes fitting in your mouth easily in comparison to his shaft.
But Leon pulls you off like it’s a national emergency, gripping your head softly but urgently, bringing you back to his dick.
“Coming,” he manages with effort as he slides his cock past the pillows of your damp lips.
You thank God for his reactionary skills because otherwise it’d be all over the floor. Not because that means that floors would need mopping but because his come tops even your favourite whipped cream.
So when he bursts on your tongue, viscid and salty and all yours, you lap it up like you’re dying of thirst. You swallow his spend without a second thought as if there are no other options and lick your lips, internally praising yourself for a job well done when his softening dick slides out of your mouth.
“Well… thank you for your service,” you murmur with a grin, then look him in the eyes with a pleading expression. “Can you help me up?”
Leon’s eyes flicker back to you as you interrupt him from panting and grunting. “Ah… right. It’s funny how you always need my help to get you up these days but when it comes to me, you manage to get it up just fine.”
Maybe that marriage was a mistake. Maybe you were just a woman blinded by a fat cock and a thick wallet and a deft tongue and a stupidly handsome face.
Leon doesn’t even bother tucking himself back in before he gently grips your arms to help you stand on your legs, his cock just… dangling there.
Back on your legs, you tsk as you look down at your tanktop. Another day, another nip slip. You didn’t even notice. You fix your top, then your hands move to brush your hair with your fingers. Your eyes dart around the room, then stop on Leon.
You don’t like the look on his face in the slightest.
He looks down at your tits as if only now registering that they’re actually there, straining full and proud against your tanktop. Then his gaze flickers to the whipped cream can on the kitchen island. Then back to your breasts.
Then, finally, to your face.
“...I might or might not have an idea,” his lips stretch out in a salacious smirk.
You shake your head right away. “Last time you had an idea, it led us to a positive pregnancy test.”
He snorts. “Well… You’re lucky you’re already preggo.”
“Leon, no way.” You stare him dead in the eyes. “No way we’re doing this.”
“Leon, yes way,” he counters, peripheral vision trained on you as he reaches for the whipped cream.
You tsk at his stubbornness.
Then you take off running.
You’re not sure how far you’re able to get with your big ass belly and inability to walk properly but you’re not planning to make it far. Just to the attic. Because a few weeks ago you got this really scratchy itch to fuck in the attic, so that’s where you’re heading.
But of course, no, no way you’re two doing this, sticky whipped cream on his boobs as he licks it off your sensitive nipples, the horror, what if he’ll end up fucking your tits and eating your cunt off? Who on Earth would want that? No choice but to run away. To someplace where it’ll be easier for Leon to pin you down.
So maybe pregnancy has changed your preferences in food, in bed, in sleep, yada yada yada. But to each their own, isn’t that what they say?
Warnings: fluff, married!Leon, whiny Leon, needy Leon, established relationship, tiddies <3
Summary: Leon Kennedy has seen it all: broken bones, las Plagas, gunshot wounds ... but nothing, nothing is worse than the common cold.
a/n: I had a cold recently and I wondered who would be whinier, me or Leon? So I wrote this. I feel like this could be any version of Leon, but I had RE9 Leon in mind because it's the funniest. Special shoutout to @regionaldoubloon <3
Masterlist
word count: 900
The chicken noodle soup was bubbling on the stove and the house was quiet. Too quiet.
Another cough from the bedroom, followed by a pained groan.
Ah, yes. Poor Leon was suffering unimaginable torture.
You rolled your eyes, put the lid on the pot and reduced the heat down to a simmer.
"Baby?" His voice was pathetically thin as he called for you from your bedroom. "Baby, can you come here?"
"In a minute, honey," you yelled back, grabbing a bottle of Tylenol and the other remedies you had gathered to nurse your husband back to health. The same husband that had lived through cracked ribs, several other broken bones and unfathomable horrors multiple times, but for some reason the common cold was what made him want to write his testament.
"Nurse is here," you announced yourself as you walked into the room. The curtains were drawn and Leon was sprawled out on the bed, arm theatrically draped over his eyes. "Do you need me to call the priest?"
"Not yet," he croaked, breaking into a coughing fit.
You sat down on the edge of the bed. "Oh my poor baby," you crooned, gently brushing a sweaty strand of hair out of his face. Leon closed his eyes and leaned into your touch like a stray kitten. “How are you feeling?”
“Terrible,” he whined, sniffling. “I’m all congested, I have a headache, I can’t sleep because I’m coughing so much…”
“I made you chicken noodle soup,” you said.
“Thank you,” he whispered, reaching for you but you leaned back.
“Leon, no. I can’t get sick, too. One of us has to keep this house running,” you said, firmly brushing his hands off your body. He whined again.
“So you’re really going to let me die without a kiss, huh? Wow.”
You chuckled. “You know, for being a tough government agent, you’re being a little bit dramatic right now.”
He groaned, a cough racking through his body again. “That’s just not true,” he insisted, his hands wandering again, slipping under your shirt.
“Leon,” you warned him, opening the bottle of Tylenol. “Here, take these.”
He obliged and you pressed a chaste kiss to his forehead. “Good boy.”
He chuckled and his hands immediately found your breasts, softly squeezing them. “You know, I think it’s actually very beneficial for my recovery to receive a kiss at least every five minutes. And body heat is also very important.”
You tried to lean away from him to prepare what you actually came here for, but no matter how whiny, he was a trained agent with great reflexes after all. Before you could react, he pulled up your shirt and slipped his head under it, burying his face in your chest.
“I thought you had a hard time breathing?” you asked, gently rubbing his shoulders.
“It’s already getting better,” he murmured, his voice muffled by your boobs. You sighed and he pulled your bra down, gently slipping one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking on it.
“Oh my god, you’re just like your son.” You let out a defeated breath. “Only that your son is barely two years old.”
Leon let out a content sigh, as he kept sucking and kneaded your other breast with his free hand. “It’s actually also medically proven that sucking on boobies can help recover from any kind of illness.”
“Leon, stop. That’s for babies. You’re a grown man.”
“So?” he murmured, demonstratively coughing again, looking at you with puppy eyes. He knew full well those were your weakness. Jesus Christ, that man was impossible.
You pushed him off you.
“Here, open wide big boy,” you said, offering him a spoon with an entire clove of garlic covered in honey on it.
“Why do you always have to come in with your witchy shit? Why can’t we just be normal, take a Tylenol and call it a day?” He eyed the spoon in front of him and hissed like a cat.
“Oh?” your eyebrows shot up. “Look who’s already feeling better and obviously doesn’t need any tiddy time. Well in that case…” You faked getting up from the edge of the bed and Leon’s hand shot forward, snatching the spoon from you and pushing it into his mouth.
He grimaced as he chewed. “Happy now?”
“Not quite.” You handed him a glass full of cloudy yellow liquid. “Turmeric ginger shot. It’s good for you.”
He looked at you like you were about to betray him, then knocked back the drink in one go. He shuddered, sticking out his tongue.
“Oh come on,” you mocked him. “Leon shooting-whiskey-like-it’s-nothing Kennedy can’t handle a ginger shot? Are you sure you’re my husband?”
“Don’t ever question that, I love you,” he said, pressing his face back against your chest. “Thank you for taking care of me. You’re my favourite nurse.”
“And you’re my least favourite patient,” you said, not getting very far because Leon pulled you into bed with him.
“Leon,” you yelped, as he moved down, pushed your shirt up and cuddled up to your chest.
“I’m already feeling much better, you know.”
You huffed. “I have to get up to take the chicken soup off the heat.”
Leon shook his head, nuzzling your tits. “No, you don’t.”
its been a ROLLERCOASTER i have so much going on & nothing going on simultaneously the funniest thing is that i couldnt even bring myself to shower bc my mental state dipped yet then i locked in and finished my recent fic in one sitting
Dead Dove Do Not Eat ♡ MDNI NSFW 18+ ♡ Somnophilia (Half-conscious) ♡ Dubcon ♡ Unprotected Sex ♡ Creampie ♡ Cock Riding ♡ Dirty Talk ♡ No Proofreading ♡ No Use of Y/N ♡ English Is Not The Author's First Language
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In your defense, men are easy.
After graduating, you didn’t want to work. Like, ever. But you found yourself quite an occupation.
Night shifts. Flextime. No bosses. No coworkers. No taxes.
Just a girl with a sleeping pill and a full wallet.
Your plan was safe and stable. Hang around him, accept the drink when he orders it, have a chitchat with him, dry hump him for a little while—and you’re good to go to his place. There, you improvise with a way to slide him a sleeping pill, make out if he’s looking and smelling decent enough and finally make yourself all cozy and homey. You usually aimed for money but sometimes you fetched yourself a few souvenirs.
Then you kiss his forehead good night—and off you go.
But for the first time ever, you found yourself an eyecandy that made you crave a little more than a kiss. The sad part is, you don’t even remember his name. Something… poetic. Leroy? Leopold? Oh, bingo. Yeah, must be Leopold. Good to know his name, at least.
That Leopold was currently getting off from the way you were grinding on his lap. He was a silver fox through and through with his blond greying hair, prickly stubble and those damn blue eyes. He’s all frowny and cranky, never seeming to be at ease but when you swerve your hips just right to make sure your unusually damp cunt catches on his crotch, he finally relaxes. He throws his head back, vein in his throat absolutely delectable and you feel his dick twitch right under you.
“You don’t seem to mind all ‘em eyes on us, sexy,” Leopold grunts, voice hoarse and unsteady.
“I mean, to be loved is to be seen or whatever they say. I don’t mind people watching me and my pussy getting loved good,” you grin, rubbing on his cock once more. “Are you shy, L— handsome?”
…Was it Leopold? No, it was something… French? Italian? Something closer to Leroy.
Leroy’s eyes glint with mirth as his palms slide down to your hipbones to still you. “Maybe a little. Haven’t even had a single threesome in my life. Can you believe that, gorgeous?” His finger grasps the strap of your top, snapping it against your skin.
You look up at him with a long face. “No, I can’t,” you sigh, shaking your head. “What a pity. You deserve more than that, though. Like… four girls on you. No, five. But I’d get jealous, then.”
You latch your lips onto his neck and you actually enjoy it, and L–dude does too exposing his throat obediently.
“Anyway… I got three good holes. You can try each and every one,” you bite his earlobe gently. “Don’t tell me no girl ever let you into her shithole.”
Leroy’s eyes widen at your filthy language but then his lips twitch in a smirk. “Had a few… tries. Can’t say that it went well. You had any guys in your pucker, huh?” His palm spanks your ass lightly.
Yeah, go white boy, go. You almost purr, dipping your spine and wrapping your arms around his sweet neck.
“Mmm, that’s a little secret. Can’t ask a girl that during your first date,” you giggle into his nape.
The peepaw grins even wider. “Is that right? First date? That’s your idea of a first date?”
You match your grin, unable to stop yourself from licking a stripe down his neck. “Not really. Just… maybe I am a little slutty but if we consider it a first date, that wouldn’t be weird if you took me to your place, right?”
You feel his breath hitch somewhere in his throat. “You’d… like that?”
“Babyboy, my panties are soaked through.” You pout your lips as you grab his hand and stick it right inside of your panties, so easy to access with your tiny jean shorts. His eyes widen once again at both your audacity and the way you actually are wet. Frankly, you’re surprised, as well. But he’s so fucking hot and handsome and bulky and you just want him to fuck you rough and deep.
However, you want his money way more than those three minutes of him panting and grunting above you. And you know for a fact that he has a lot of money. He’s dressed in designer, custom Hamilton watch on his wrist and when he pays for your drinks as you two get ready to leave, you see literal stacks of cash and black Amex in his thick–ass wallet.
Then you see his Porsche and step behind it to take your undies off because you start dripping down your thighs. You want him to fuck you with his goddamn American Express.
If it was up to you, you’d definitely go raw with him so you could babytrap him. Damn, maybe you actually should do that. You could even quit your so–called ‘job’. Stay–at–home mother in your 20s, so what? Getting dicked down in your 20s is just another way to phrase it. In fact, you could definitely make him knock you up right away tonight but you still have some rationality left in you despite all those tequila shots.
You try your hardest to remember the road to his apartment since you forget faces easily and could accidentally stumble upon that Leroy once again without even realizing it. His complex is secluded, private and so damn chic. He got quite a taste for a man. You expected to see messy clothes piles and a sink overflowing with unwashed dishes inside of his home—but it’s clean and minimalistic. Too minimalistic, for your taste: you bedazzled everything in sight. And he didn’t even own much stuff—a few plates, one pan, a couple of spoons and so on. When you just met, he mentioned casually that he’s barely home so you figured that this whole underconsumption core thing has to do something with his occupation. Well, your own occupation has everything to do with your overconsumption.
“So… you want something to drink, baby? I got quite a collection,” he gestured to his minibar proudly.
Every damn man offers you something to drink at his place like it’s their default setting or something. They’re just asking for it, really. And luckily for you, this dude has just one single glass at his disposal.
Your fingers feel for the pill pack in your shorts’ pocket as you smile at him mischievously. “Just plain water, please. Half—full. Thanks, hot boy.”
“Water, coming right up.” He salutes to you and opens the tap, then moves to fill the glass with water.
You lean your hip against the counter, watching him like a hawk. So cute. So clueless. So adorable. Could just eat him up. But you remind yourself to be patient. You can have some fun if today’s your lucky day. If it isn’t… you’d have enough money to compensate for the dry spell.
Leroy hands you your water and you smile at him way too meekly, taking a sip. “Thanks, handsome. Oh, what’s that thing you got over there?”
He turns his head in the direction and it takes you just one millisecond to pop a pill into the drink. Now, even if he’s smart and makes you drink it, you know how to save your ass. Just got to drink more clear water so the concentration wouldn’t be too big for your system. You had a few… slip–ups but never anything major.
It’s not lethal by any means, couldn’t hurt him not in any case. Just a little something to sedate him. To give him a sleep so good he’d feel all nice and relaxed. He should be grateful, really. You know exactly how long those pills are active—three hours, four max. Just perfectly enough for you.
Now you’re not sure that his name is Leroy. It’s something… something Le–ish. How the fuck are you supposed to call him in your head?
He turns back at you, frowning. “That thing? You mean electroguitar? Used to strum it back in the days.”
You honestly couldn’t care less but you still nod your head, then frowning in the most confused way possible. “Hmm, water tastes… weird.”
His eyebrows arch. “Weird? How weird?”
“Just try it, hot boy. Can’t even explain it,” you nod to the glass.
That poor, sweet summer child believes you utterly and takes the glass from you. Then he takes a few sips, his whole face wrinkling in distaste. But he takes a few more because the taste is so subtle it’d take a little more to actually acknowledge it.
Just like you predicted.
“Yeah, tastes like… piss and shit combined. Ew,” he squeezes his ocean–blues shut. What a pity. That’s a pretty pair of eyes.
You lean down to check the clock face. Shouldn’t take any longer than a few minutes. He’s quite weighty but you’ve dealt with worse.
You smile at him sweetly. Should you finally ask him what’s his name?.. He’ll barely remember that. Or should you play a game and figure it out yourself? Those dummies always keep their IDs and driver licences on public display. Well, if safes are considered public display… but it’s not your fault the passcodes are too easy.
But with another look at his face, you decide that you’re not in the mood to play games. You just wanna do everything quick so there’d be time left to crack him. After all, that’s what you two initially were supposed to do, ain’t that right?
He lets out a yawn and you know his brain already starts to feel like a mush. Good. Just in time. You stride forward, your soft palms cupping his stubbled cheeks as you trace his bottom lip with a manicured thumb.
The act of caressing his face makes you grow even wetter. So geriatric. So perfect.
“Hey, look at me, sweetie. That’s it, good job. What’s your name, handsome? Who’s my good boy?” you coo.
He looks up at you with bleary eyes and dares to smirk, “Leon. Glad that you asked… what you’ll be yelling tonight… at the top… of your damn lungs…” he yawns.
Bastard, that one. Can’t even sedate him properly. At least you got his consent now. You’re not a psycho bitch, after all. Just a psycho and a bitch.
“Pretty name for a pretty boy. Atta Leon,” you drawl still gently stroking his cheekbone. “Let’s get you to bed, shall we? You’re gonna be all sleepy now. Yeah, that’s right, hot boy. What do you wanna dream about, huh?”
Leon. Four letters, four sounds. Two vowels, two consonants. Perfect in every damn way and tastes so sweet on your lips.
You keep muttering sweet nothings as you help him get in bed. That’s quite a task to practically haul his bulky frame but you got some strength in you. So you succeed and watch him plop onto the sheets lazily, his whole body heavy and sluggish now.
“Your… titties,” he grins like a Cheshire cat blinking up at you before his limp arm stretches out to squeeze one of your top–clad breasts shamelessly. “Mmmmmh… soft. Can I… nap on those..?”
His every word is interrupted by yawn and that’s so adorable you can’t even bring yourself to get mad at him for pawing your boobs.
“Depends. What’s your card’s PIN–code, handsome?” you hover over him with a soft smile.
“Mmmm… can’t… don’t remember… Why, you wanna buy somethin’?” he hums.
So he won’t even object? He seems partly conscious and it was quite risky to straight away ask him that but you expected anything except for that. Dang it, you probably could’ve just hooked up and made him your boyfriend. That’d be way easier. Maybe it’s not too late to back out? But when you see the way his eyelids grow all heavy, you realize there’s no way you could do anything other than stick to your original plan now.
“Just… just tell me, babyboy. You won’t believe any of that come morning, you just gotta be real honest and open with me, yeah? Don’t you know it’s important to keep a woman all pleased and catered to?” you croon stroking the tender, wrinkly skin under his eyes.
Leon grins sleepily, his hand reaching out to squeeze your shoulder gently. “I’d sell my… left nut… to eat your pussy. But it’s… 9003.”
“Thank you. But that’s ridiculous, baby. If you’d sell any of your nuts, how would you creampie me?” Your lips twitch in a manic smile as you press a kiss to his fluttering lid.
Leon yawns, his mouth still stretched in that silly smile. Those sleeping pills take too long to affect him. What if he won’t fully fall asleep at all?
…Well, you clearly didn’t think that through. But now that you’re thinking about it, would that even be a problem, really? He won’t even get up anyway, and even if he’ll try to, he doesn’t look like he minds you stealing his shit.
“Are you all drowsy now, baby?” You caress his bottom lip. “I have some things to take care of. But don’t worry, I’ll be back before you know it. Just… relax.”
Leon attempts to say something back but all he’s able to do is just yawn once again. You giggle. Sweet honey boy.
“You’re gonna be a good boy, yeah? Don’t make me tie you down. So stubborn, won’t even fall asleep properly. Tease,” you nuzzle his neck before finally sliding off the bed.
Leon reaches out to you with a heavy arm, as if trying to grasp you. You tsk, shaking your head. He’s just unbearable. But hey, at least it’s a fun experience. They always just fall asleep. This one is different. Not like other boys. Oh my God, what in the women in male field fuck are you saying.
You pout your lips as you move to the mirror. If he’s so willing, he wouldn’t mind anything like that, right? Because it’s a hot July. And your boobs are tired. So you don’t hesitate to slide your top down your body, your breasts finally getting rid of all that tight support and resting as they please. You step over your top, then shimmy out of your shorts and panties both. You decide to leave your heels on since they make such a satisfying noise when you step, and check yourself out in the mirror only to see that you look perfect which is actually nothing new.
Still admiring yourself, you catch the way Leon stares at you helplessly. He can’t do anything about the naked woman in front of him. Pathetic. And adorbs. You sulk, your eyes fluttering shut as your pointer finger slides down your cheek to imitate a tear falling down.
“Nighty night. I’ll come check on you later.” You blow him a kiss.
With his apartment being so empty and predictable, it took you ten literal minutes to find everything you wanted to find. Shit ton of cash, his whole wallet, credit cards, debit cards. In the meantime, Leon was having the nap of his life.
Well, in the meantime, you got bored.
You didn’t really want to leave him. Like some sort of gravitational pull didn’t let you go. It was your initial plan to have some fun with him but you started contemplating whether it’s worth it or not. It took you just one brief look at his sleepy, scrunched up face to decide.
Fuck it. Or like, fuck him.
You stride back to the bed, naked except for your shoes and crawl over to him. Leon feels your presence, his eyes fluttering like butterfly's wings but he stays put, still too drowsy to attempt anything.
“Do you mind being my dildo, baby?” Your finger traces a path down his jaw, rubbing prickly stubble.
He hums sleepily, whole body twitching with the urge to touch you back as he nods assuredly. You let out a dreamy sigh at the sight of a fourty–nine year old man being so pathetic and cute. You hover on top of him, bracing yourself on your palms and knees while your tits with pebbled nipples dangle invitingly. And he can’t do anything about it. Too sleepy with his body refusing to cooperate. But you’re kind enough to grasp his heavy hand and get his palm to wrap around your plushy breast.
“Can’t even hold a tit properly now,” you giggle. “Don’t worry. Come on, eyes on me.”
Leon manages to not only focus his gaze on you but also a wry grin. You didn’t think he’d actually like this whole thing, so that’s a pleasant surprise.
You squeeze your own boobs right in front of his face, your knees supporting you as you bend down close enough to be within his reach, one nipple almost touching his lips. His eyes widen and his lips part reflexively—yet you let out a chuckle and pull away.
“Gotcha. No, babe, dildos don’t get to suck on boobs. Even if they’re really handsome,” you chide, booping his nose.
Teasing him is quite funny but the slick between your thighs reminds you that you’re here not to fuck around. Well technically, you are. Still above him, you look down at his cock for the first time. For the first time ever as well, you discover that a guy is able to be sporting a semi after taking sedative pills. You’ve never seen anything like that before. Probably because you never wanted to fuck a man you robbed.
“Such a manwhore,” you mutter as your hand moves to grab his cock, and Leon instinctively bucks his hips upwards. “Thought you’d get a whiskey dick by now with the way you drink. I bet we can get you even harder than that.”
A bead of precum glistens on the head of his cock like a cherry on top. You swipe it away, smearing your own thumb before tasting the droplet on your tongue. Sweet. Or maybe you’re just biased. That makes you want to give him a blowjob but you already promised your pussy a new sex toy.
“You’re even wetter than me, and you’re a boy,” you state incredulously as if men can’t produce liquid. “Good thing that you XY chromosome dudes don’t need any foreplay.”
You plop down onto his abdomen not expecting it to be so hard. You think about maybe taking his shirt off but then you have no idea how you’d put it back on. Nonetheless, you take a little peek by lifting it up—only to get teased with a patch of silver skin, hot and taut. With a groan, you decide that it’s enough and squat not so gracefully to align yourself properly, one hand still busy with stroking his dick to full stiffness. You tsk as soon as you discover that this task didn’t take much effort or time—Leon’s cock hardens obediently like it’s not any good for anything other than that. You could work with partly–soft—hell, even completely soft—dick but you’re smart enough to not complain when you get provided with a full boner.
“How pathetic,” you muse out loud. Not like Leon can give you many answers—he still battles his own eyelids attempting to keep them from shutting but fighting chemicals is silly. At the end of the day, boys are silly. Silly, silly, silly.
That’s what you chant in your head like a mantra as your fingers circle Leon’s hot, throbbing member and steady it enough for you to be able to use it like a dildo. You’ve had them in different sizes, lengths, girths and modes but nothing came close to the real thing. Not because the real penis is superior and mogs any toy—the thing is, when it’s attached to a hot virile male that you’re actually attracted to and that knows how to use it everything feels ten times better. It’s like a psychological thing. But men these days, they never know how to use what mother nature endowed them with—even if they got nine inches on their disposal. So there’s literally no other way but to take the matter in your own hands, pun intended.
You brace yourself as you still squat, muscles trembling with effort and desire. Your opening brushes against the tip of his slick dick as you lube yourself up with his pre. His dry mouth gapes and you feel the way his breathing fastens. Poor boy, you think. Your own cunt spasms and you decide that you can’t get any wetter than you already are. Plus, your thighs already start to give out.
So you sink down on him. And despite having your fair share of cocks, this one is the perfect fit. You don’t know how thick or how fat, you just know that it’s perfectly molded to the walls of your very core so you can’t help but let out a quiet moan. Leon all but whimpers; the fact that he can’t even move his hips frustrating the hell out of him. You giggle and move your hips faster and faster finding the perfect tempo and angle. For a second you even regret sedating him—this could be so much better with him actually present in the act. But it’s not exactly that bad either. Just a little… boring. Masturbating is quite dull. And that’s basically the same now. You think that maybe you could work his hips for him yourself but even one arm of this man is quite heavy to lift on your book.
Your palms press on the mattress as you swirl your hips to your heart’s content, not even surpassing any sounds now. You hear Leon grunt and feel his weak attempts to move. Tough luck, you think. Tonight’s all about you.
“Fuck, you’re all twitchy,” you breathe out feeling his cock being way too active within you—manwhore, indeed. “Are you gonna bust, too?”
He replies with a noncommittal sound. “Figured so,” you hum.
At this point, it gets annoying having to do all the work by yourself but you knew what you signed up for. Your thighs grow tired but you’re right there, almost there—
You slide your hand between your legs struggling with rubbing your clit and riding a dick at the same time. The bouncing makes your fingers’ movements jerky; you can barely keep a thumb steady on your puffy clit. You try angling yourself to rub on his pelvis.
His dick feels so good but you know it could be even better. You’re not sure you’d handle that level of perfection. If only he could punish you, grab you by your throat and throw you face down on his bed while spreading your ass wide and stuffing his thick cock inside—
The image only makes your hole quiver involuntarily. You keep hopping up and down albeit in a slightly messy rhythm now, cupping your tits to stimulate those instead. That does the trick this time.
That, or the fact that one of Leon’s sluggish attempts to thrust up makes his dick brush against your front wall.
You moan, spine dips slightly before you can even realize that apparently, you don’t necessarily have to fiddle with your clit to come. It washes over you in a tidal wave that seems neverending, not with his cock head still kissing that exact spot. You falter, leaning back in an attempt to process your own climax.
But you don’t really get to. Not when moments later, you feel Leon’s whole body tense harshly. You look down for a moment to see his mouth agape, face flushed with whatever the hell he feels, and the next moment you feel him ejaculating straight inside of you.
You let out a gasp, not because you mind but because of the audacity. Is he even clean? Most importantly, does he even agree with your baby names ideas?
“That was fucking rude,” you squeeze out as you look down to see his jizz trailing down, coating his cock in pearly white. “Didn’t even ask me if I’m on board with it.”
‘Well you didn’t ask me if I wanted to be sedated’, Leon would answer if he could. But he couldn’t. So whatever.
You pant, still feeling like your release rocks your whole body. You know that you can’t sit on this cock forever so you slide out gently; you don’t even notice the way Leon’s hips jerk afterwards, too focused on your own state of being. For a few minutes, you just lay on his bed while he remains unmoving beside you, his breaths deep and pretty much uneven.
Then you finally sit up, stretching your arms above your head. You don’t care about leaving cum on his sheets—definitely not when it’s his own.
“What a nice ride,” you yawn, suddenly exhausted. Leon’s bed is too soft and comfortable to leave but you know you have to be responsible, at least now that you’re done being cock–drunk.
It takes you five minutes to gather your clothes and get dressed. Then you fetch yourself a pen, a paper napkin and do a reckless thing you’ve never done before.
You stride back towards Leon’s bed indolently and bend over to place the napkin on his bedside table with a smug grin, “Call me for round two whenever you feel like it.”
Satisfied, you then lean down once again to press a kiss to his wet forehead as his eyelashes flutter against your neck. Then you straighten up and sigh with one last glance at his blissed–out face.
“Rock–a–bye baby, snug in your bed,” you chirp with a little post–coital wobble to your gait as you move to the door, hand reaching for the handle.
You turn the handle. But the handle doesn’t turn.
You search for the lock or something. If it’s locked from this side, there’s no way you won’t be able to get out, right? That makes no sense. Maybe there’s a keyhole? Just gotta find the key.
Your palms grow sweaty. You chuckle to yourself at how ridiculous this whole thing is. There’s no actual way you can’t make it out of the apartment while being inside of the apartment. Once again, just gotta find the key, yeah?
You take a step away and your back thuds against a solid, hot wall.
Of muscle and flesh.
Your whole body goes rigid as you turn your stiff neck back. Then you have to raise it to meet Leon’s smirking face.
Your heart drops.
“Peek–a–boo,” he coos from above.
You didn’t expect for him to actually be that tall when that close to you.
You let out another nervous giggle.
“Should’ve gotten a college degree at least to make sure you calculate the dosage properly without knowing the actual weight. Or maybe they could teach you how to zip your tiny bag that’s overflowing with shit ton of stuff,” Leon rasps.
You turn to face him fully on wobbly legs, your whole body shaking. “How you— did— did you— were you—”
“How I did I were I Oscar worthy, apparently,” he notes dryly.
You expect him to be mad, to call the cops on you, anything reasonable, but instead he grins again, eyes glistening with something enticing yet scary.
“Since you love to play…” Leon trails off, then snatches something from his pocket and opens his palm to show you—the key. “..Then fetch.”
Before he can even finish the phrase, he throws the key out of the window with perfect aim.
Before you can even ask him how he was able to do that, he leans down to your ear, palm wrapping around your throat gently to then hiss: “Also, do your fucking research before breaking in to a government agent’s place.”
And the wicked gleam in his eyes matches yours when he throws you face–down on the bed.
Anyway here's something I drew a while back instead of paying attention during lectures 🙂↕️ Don't mind if the anatomy is kinda rough, haven't drawn a human for months but the obsession is strong.
TL;DR: A little something about your questionable decisions and unpredictable outcomes.
WC: 5.2k
CW&TW: Loss of Virginity ♡ Unprotected Sex ♡ Mentions of Blood ♡ Age Gap ♡ Sexual Inexperience ♡ No proofreading ♡ No use of Y/N ♡ English Is Not The Author's First Language
AO3: TapTapTap
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You made a lot of questionable decisions in your twenty-something years of life.
Truecrime podcasts before bed. Jerking off without checking if your door is shut. Changing your clothes with your blinds open.
Losing your virginity with help of a random peepaw from the bar, however, must top it all.
You just decided it’s about time, and tequila in your bloodstream agreed. You kept telling yourself that it’s no big deal, that he’d never know, not with the way you practically threw yourself at him by the counter, and that you definitely won’t. Freak. Out.
You did a lot of research. Just gotta stick with the plot of the top video from PornHub home page. And that plan worked quite well, so that’s why you find yourself answering the ‘my place or yours’ question.
You were doing good so far. You sat in the front seat of a Porshe next to… Leon, if your memory serves you right — and kept your cool, all the while your fingers desperately googled things that only incognito mode should’ve seen.
You all but flinched when Leon threw a gaze in your direction, plopping your phone screen down onto your lap, trying to hide your search history.
is it possible for a dick to not fit in vagina
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what size of a tampon do you need to deflorate yourself
anal prep
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first time tutorial NOT PORN
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who can see my incognito search story on google
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Blackmailing you would be so much fun for anyone willing. But you were too neurotic to care at the current moment, more preoccupied with the reality of having to pretend to be a regular Pound Town visitor.
“Everything’s alright?” he asks softly, keeping two steady hands on the steering wheel.
“Yeah. Sure. Peachy. Why not? Just… had to answer a text real quick,” you plaster on a grin.
Leon nods noncommittally, one of his hands lowering to gear lever and you don’t waste any time before grabbing it to place on your thigh. Hah. How about that? Not very Virginia-Virginity state citizen of you. He’ll never know. Not with the way he smirks. You got him hook, line, sinker and balls–deep — soon enough.
Stepping through the threshold of his apartment, you falter for a while. It definitely is… a bachelor’s pad but it has so much potential. You can practically see your makeup on the shelves, some scented candles and a trashcan overflowing with used condoms because you’re a young ho and you gotta milk all the cum out of this senior citizen before erectile dysfunction pays a visit. But that’s probably just gonna be a one–night–stand and he probably won’t even ever think about you afterwards. You know what they say, your first time is a special time and you probably should’ve chosen wisely and you’re positive you did. It is very wise to choose an older, mature man who doesn’t get much bitches.
Now that you’re thinking about it, you feel nervous. You probably better just leave. That was actually a very, very shitty idea. The fact that he’s experienced is both a blessing and a curse. Obviously he’ll somehow find out that you haven’t had your cherry pop moment yet. You look back to the door trying to guess what your chances are.
But the door’s already locked — and Leon’s already behind your back, gently cupping your waist, his lips gently caressing the lobe of your ear. “If you wanna use the bathroom, it’s over here, gorgeous.”
You mutter something between ‘yeah’ and ‘thanks’, all but sprinting to his bathroom. Leon’s apartment is all minimalism, the definition of bachelor’s den. But you barely take time to appreciate it, haphazardly looking for his sanitary box. After all, you weren’t joking about trying to pop your own cherry with a tampon, and you don’t care if that wouldn’t be possible. Seriously, where the hell does this man keep his period stuff?
Oh. Right. You didn’t think that he probably doesn’t use… those. You actually forgot that there are people on Earth who don’t menstruate.
So you have no other choice but to spread–eagle in his way too small bathroom to feel your way too unfeelable opening. Honestly, you have no idea what you are supposed to feel. Virginity is more of a concept than anything else. You’ve had your fingers inside of you before, you felt some kind of resistance but it’s not like you wanted to push past through it, because why would you? It would probably hurt and you didn’t like to feel pain. Seriously, who the fuck does?
That’s why you decided to use the band–aid method. If some dude does it to you, you won’t have much time to change your mind and stuff. Like yeah, explicit consent is a thing but it wasn’t a matter of consent, per se. You just were shitting your pants at the thought of doing something like that to yourself.
“That’s so fucking stupid,” you mutter to yourself, realizing the absurdity of the predicament you put yourself in. Then you pull your G–string high enough to make sure people can see your whale tail even from the sky, and call it a day. You hope that fuck buddy of yours won’t mind leaving your bra on unless he wants to see your tits magically deflate in real time full HD.
Thong straps reaching your ears (figuratively) and tits hitting your chin (could be literally), you give yourself a thumbs–up in the mirror. Perfect. Very fuckable. Definitely within old–man–busting–two–seconds–in range.
And by the way Leon eyes you when you step into his bedroom, you know he doesn’t think that you’re a virgin at all. Half the globe probably thinks all the virgins over twenty–one are pastors’ daughters. Speaking about globes, his one palm is like your whole ass–cheek, probably. Does that mean that his cock is big, too? Should’ve gotten at least a bachelor’s degree in catching print before making your whimsical idea about spontaneous–cherry–popping come true.
You don’t have to keep yourself guessing, though, because one glance below his waist—and you see that the dude’s a grower. And you know that fitting that pole which greets you from between his legs is gonna hurt like a son of a bitch.
You mean, at least he’s got a semi going on from just seeing you dressed all slutty. Cool. He better stay half–hard for a good while. If it gets any bigger, you’ll call the cops. For breaking and entering. Future you is probably mad at you for grinning at that punchline while her pussy gets bullied. As long as the present moment you grows wet from just the thought, you don’t mind it. Gotta live in the moment.
Gotta leave in the moment, you think when you try to picture where his cock would reach you if he bottoms out. Probably near your navel. That doesn’t sound so good. Fuck, that fucking sounds fucking scary.
Leon drinks you in, so hungry like he has never seen a woman before. He tries hard to remain composed though, but you don’t miss the way his Adam’s apple bobs.
“Sexy little skirt you got,” he squeezes out, not expecting to get his dick up from just a single look. Leon has seen you in a bar, of course, but it was too dark and busy to really count.
You swallow hard. Sexy little skirt the size of a belt. Yeah. Of course he liked it.
“Thanks… I, um, got it off Amazon,” you answer with full seriousness. Then the realization at what you have said hits you, and you almost flinch. Seriously? What’s going on with you today? It’ll be a miracle if he’ll still agree to fuck you after you’ve been acting like a halfwit.
Leon either doesn’t hear your answer fully or just doesn’t care. He plops down onto his king–size bed, manspreading and then patting his lap invitingly.
Okay. Good. Cowgirl is perfect. You’ll be able to sink slowly and inch by inch.
You stride to his bed quickly and lower yourself down onto his lap gracefully. You stifle a gasp feeling something hard and hot underneath. Hot, hard and… pulsing. Holy shit. So that’s how a hard–on feels like? Fun. Yup, very fun.
You act like sitting on top of semis is your actual occupation, so you instinctively grind your hips while your arms awkwardly look for something to grab onto. Shoulders will probably do.
Leon groans right away, his own bulky arms wrapping around your waist after he taps your rear in warning. “No, baby, don’t do that,” he grunts. “You’re so hot and it’s been a long dry spell… Don’t make me come in my pants, humor my pride.”
Maybe you want him to come in your pants. You haven’t ever had a single sperm cell near you. You bought a morning–after pill because you are a virgin, not a dumbass but it still was scary as fuck. But anyway, almost making a man bust in his pants, all the while being a virgin? There should be a medal for that. Mind you, all you did was just sit there.
“Okay, yeah… um… so… how do you wanna… do it?” You gulp, feeling very embarrassed. You’re not even sure people talk like that before having sex.
But Leon, once again, doesn’t seem to mind. “I… fuck, no idea. One time definitely won’t be enough. Think you could ride me, sexy?”
Amazing. His voice is so hoarse and low it makes your cunt clench; you nod eagerly. Everything goes perfect so far.
“Should’ve worn a cowboy hat,” he jokes with a smug smirk (making you immediately realize why exactly his dry spell is so long) and you laugh like a psycho, anything to distract both him and you from how fucking nervous you are.
Should you kiss him? But he would kiss you if he wanted to, right? Do people even kiss during one–night stands? You have never kissed. What if he’ll find out during the kiss? Like… maybe people who haven’t ever kissed are kissing differently? Of course they are, for fuck’s sake. You’re so smart, unbelievable. No, you definitely shouldn’t let him kiss you. He won’t fuck you if he’ll feel that you haven’t ever even kissed. Or maybe he will? What if he will?
“Just…” you start, swallowing a lump in your throat. “How do you like… reverse? I bet the view is gonna be so… worth it.”
You don’t wait for his answer, shifting in his lap so he’s facing your back. You stand up slightly, reaching for your skirt to take it off, but he stops you.
“Oh, fuck, let me do it. Haven’t undressed a woman in…” Leon trails off, clearly not wanting to reveal just how long he’s been a handyman, emphasis on ‘hand’.
His hands grip the waistband of your skirt that very conveniently has no even zipper, hanging freely on your hips. Leon tugs it down past the wideness of your hipbones until the fabric slides freely down your legs.
You wish he had a mirror so you could see how sexy you are. You know you are sexy. You honestly feel like he’s so lucky for having an opportunity to see all that. That’s just some healthy self–love. You’ve been self–loving yourself every day with three different sex toys tickling your clit one by one just to make sure your self knows she’s loved good.
You keep your spine dipped now that he can see your ass freely, the way your thong wedges parting the globes of your ass. At that realization, a wave of panic crashes down you. You haven’t shaved your asshole. Okay, but who the fuck shaves their asshole? Can he even see your anus from that angle? You have never seen your own anus, and he has? That’s ridiculous. Well, you’ve shaved your cunt. Now it’s really smooth. You’ve been practising achieving this ‘no–razor–bumps’ look for a while. It took a lot of shaving lotion but at least your pussy is silky smooth now.
Why are you thinking about shaving now? On the other hand, you shaved so good it’d be rude not to appreciate it. But maybe you should think about it later? Although, what if he prefers bushes? Didn’t Kim Kardashian release those hairy thongs recently? That’s honestly so weird though. Why would one even buy them if you could just grow your own—
Leon’s finger hooks under one of the tiny strings of your panties and snaps it against your skin. You stifle an ouch.
“You’re so damn gorgeous,” he rasps, staring at your ass, completely mesmerized. “Perfect body.”
If you ever were insecure before, now you’re not. Abracadabra. Pure magic. It's hard to be a girlboss when your pussy is male–centered.
“It’s all yours, daddy,” you hum, taking it all way less seriously than you should at this point. Maybe that’s just a defense mechanism kicking in.
Leon’s face twitches, grossed out at the thought that he’s not really grossed out at that. He doesn’t say a thing though, just stares at your bottom because he hasn’t seen a woman’s butt in… a while.
You mentally cackle at the thought that he’s the one who acts like a virgin. Poor dude. You sway your ass, finally making him move his palms away from the round cheeks.
Leon clears his throat lowly, all his self–consicousness gone in a moment. “Pull that dick out, baby.”
Oh. Pull out. Right. Now you’re wondering how good your pull–out game would be if you had a cock. Probably bad. Whatever.
What a fucking manchild. Can’t do anything himself. You just got into a very good arch. Bastard.
You slide down to your knees, shifting to face him, now at the level of his crotch. Very… very prominent crotch. Cock reveal time. Riveting.
You unzip his jeans with shaky fingers to reveal damp gray Calvins that are currently suffocating Leon’s cock.
Unboxing his dick, you feel like letting out a squeak. Firstly, because you have never seen a cock before in real life. Secondly, because it’s just perfect. You caught the print right. You can’t count it in inches, but that’s the best size a man could have. You know that even as a virgin. And that man is a grower, more on a girthy side, can probably give kisses to your cervix with his tip if he really wants to.
You slide his boxers down so they rest right under his heavy balls, accidentally brushing against the swollen sack in the process, and the action makes you shiver. Leon tries his best not to moan out loud from above you, but he breathes heavily enough to let you know that he’s barely holding back.
You bite your lip nervously. His cockhead looks too… bulbous. You didn’t expect real–life cock size to be so… imposing. But cunts are supposed to stretch, right? That’s gonna be easy. Your body knows what it’s gotta do. Probably.
“Fuck, look so hot down there,” Leon groans, his fingers twitching with urge to touch you. “Come back up, baby.”
Thank God. So no head tonight. Great news. Blowjob actually requires skills, which you, expectedly, don’t have.
You intend to get back in your reverse position, but Leon grabs you before you’re able to do it, and when you realize that he’s most definitely about to give you a kiss, it triggers your fight or flight.
“Wait, I, uh… I didn’t brush my teeth today. At all. And I got cavities. And a cold sore. That’s why… I don’t ever kiss guys. But don’t worry, I’m clean down there! I mean, I took a shower. And… I don’t have any… pussy illnesses. But I really didn’t have any time to brush my teeth. Sorry. I don’t feel like… kissing.”
You ramble whatever comes to your mind. Actually, you’re quite sure you could perform a kiss just fine, but you’re so insecure it makes you insane.
Leon looks down at you like you’re sick in the head, but then his face softens. “Whatever makes you comfortable.”
You give him a thumbs–up, turning your back to him.
Okay, now what? What the fuck do you do? Are you supposed to sit straight on to his cock or you could just keep the foreplay up? But how the fuck are you supposed to keep the foreplay up if there’s no any foreplay going on?
Leon cups your ass just in time to stop your panic.
“Can I… kiss your neck, at least? I really want to kiss you. You smell so fucking good. And you’re so pretty, and… God, just look at you, hot fucking stuff,” he rumbles, nose sliding up and down the back of your neck.
That feels ticklish. And prickly. He has stubble, so that was expected. You feel the exact process of your cunt drooling lube right inside of your panties. Damn. They’re sticky. Now that makes you want to take them off. You hate getting wet with underwear on.
You nod shortly and Leon’s lips latch onto your neck the next moment. You moan, because it’s still ticklish (but a good kind of ticklish) and makes your cunt drool.
“Sorry if that’s… didn’t shave in a while,” Leon whispers against your soft, perfumed skin and that makes your whole body shudder. You can’t relate to him because you shaved last night, though. Maybe he didn’t want you to relate. Maybe that just was TMI. Fun.
“I… I shaved,” you still let him know, biting your lip.
Leon snorts. “Figured so.”
…Maybe you’re the one with oversharing syndrome. It’s a surprise he still wants to fuck such a goddamn trainwreck like you. But everyone gets nervous, yeah? Not only virgins. You definitely don’t look like a virgin. Everything’s gonna be okay. You’ll just let him deflorate you and call it a night. He’ll never know. How would he know?
He kisses his way down your neck, nipping on your right shoulder slightly. You arch involuntarily.
“You have a pretty spine,” he murmurs, tracing down your vertebrae.
Your eyes light up—not that he can see that. “Really? I thought about getting a tattoo. Right there. It’s like trending online.”
And you don’t see anything wrong with telling him that. He started the small talk first. Was it small talk, actually? Whatever.
He snorts once again. “Yeah? Good. Think it’ll look nice. Anything would look nice on you.”
You bask in the praise, completely forgetting that you’re here to fuck. Then you finally remember, leaning into his touch. You also completely forgot that he is hard and that probably hurts a little for him.
Your guess must be right, because that same moment he grabs your ass again, more insistently. “Could guide you.”
You’re so lost in the thought you don’t even realize that he’s talking about his cock, at first. Then you do realize, and your heart skips a few beats. You’re actually about to do it.
“I’ll do it myself,” you chirp immediately.
Leon smirks, but nods in acknowledgement. “Lemme help you with… that, at least.”
His deft fingers move to pull your thong to the side, the string now resting over your asscheek. You’re glad he can’t feel how wet your panties actually are from the back.
But your hole traitoriously oozes out more slick the same moment it’s finally on display. You chew on your bottom lip, supporting yourself on his knee with one hand, another reaching down to grab his dick blindly. You move without even realizing, failing to cup his shaft a few times but then finally succeeding. He’s slippery and blood–filled in your hand, and really is pulsing.
“Just like that, beautiful,” Leon leans his head back, letting out a long groan.
Fucking hell.
You know that you can’t waste a second, because if you do, it’ll be weird and also you’ll be too nervous to actually do anything.
You decide to just pretend it’s a tampon. XXXXXXL–sized, limited edition tampon that’s already drenched in blood, apparently.
For a girl that struggles to get an actual tampon in at the first try, you do a decent job aligning his cock with your entrance. You hope that it’s the right hole, because what if it’s actually your asshole, even though you’re perfectly aware that that’s your vaginal opening? You feel pre–cum exuding straight from his slit and it smears against your cunt with every move of your hand. You use his cock like a goddamn wand, smearing pre–cum all over your hole dumbly, hoping the wetness will ease the pain.
“C’mon, baby, stop playing,” Leon moans, clutching your hips tighter.
You start to sweat bullets.
Alright. If it was that painful, people wouldn’t fuck at all. That sounds convincing enough, so you decide to finally get it over with.
Slowly but confidently, you lower yourself onto Leon’s cock.
And oh fuck.
You don’t know how much of it you fit inside, all you know is that it burns. You look down to see that you barely managed to get past the head and it already hurts like a son of a bitch.
You’re too sloppy, too clumsy, but thankfully Leon doesn’t seem to give a fuck about your ability to fuck. All he feels is scorching, suffocating heat that he hasn’t felt in literal decades. He probably never ever had a pussy that tight. Or maybe that’s just his abstinence speaking.
You squeeze your eyes shut, feeling yourself quite literally getting ripped. Or stretched. ‘Stretched’ doesn’t sound as bad. Technically, it stretches before it rips, right?
You can practically sense that you’re disgustingly dry. You didn’t expect yourself to be that nervous. But you also didn’t expect that being nervous made your cunt lose its ability to weep. You never had any problems with moisture. Until tonight, apparently.
You bite your lip hard enough to make it bleed, dipping lower on Leon’s cock. His groans grow louder with every inch of your pussy he feels getting wrapped around him.
“Jesus,” he croaks out, tongue darting out to lick his lips as his eyes remain trained on your behind. “Fuck… fucking hell. You’re so… oh, how are you so fucking tight?”
Yeah. Just like a goddamn virgin, huh? Unbelievable.
You clench your teeth so hard it makes your temples strain before you grit out, “I do… Kegels.”
Of course you don’t do Kegels. You just have no idea how else you’re supposed to answer that to make it believable. Maybe he didn’t want you to answer. Maybe that was a rhetorical question. You’re a fucking mess. Overthinker. And social disaster. Zero communicative skills. But at least your cunt is tight.
He squeezes out a low chuckle, still breathing deep. “Almost like it’s my… first time. So… fuck. So hard not to… bust right away.”
You wish you had that kind of problem right now. Because all you feel is throbbing in between your legs and a taste of blood, since you bit the insides of your cheeks too hard.
You know that your first time could’ve gone better if you just asked for a goddamn lube. And you know that it’s still not too late to stop, but you’re too stubborn to back out now.
You’ve grown quite used to the pain now. It’s not exactly painful, just… unusual. And very uncomfortable. You’re not sure if you have already made it past your hymen, you’re not even sure if your hymen was intact before you got in here, in the first place.
Your eyes drift down once again. Okay. Head is in. It looks like the widest part. Could just… sink down straight. It can’t hurt any more than it already has. And you’re sure he’ll appreciate it if you take him so easily. Your confidence is finally back, so you were right—it’s going quite good so far.
You look back at him over your shoulder, lips twitching in a grin as you two lock eyes. Then you snap your head away from him and brace yourself with two hands on his knees.
Then you plop right down so he could be balls–deep in you.
The moment you reach the bottom, you let out something between a yelp, a moan and a cry. Like a shock to your system, your whole body freezes and your insides feel numb. Indeed resembles ripping a goddamn band–aid off. Tears prickle from the corners of your eyes. The deed is finally done. Now what? Should you throw a party? Should you invite Bella Hadid? Because all you want now is an ice pack for your vagina.
“Oh, that’s… so… good,” you attempt to save your ass. Your heart pounds in your chest like a caged hummingbird, your whole body shaking and jerking and probably completely out of it.
Leon doesn’t notice anything but all–consuming tightness now finally enveloping him fully and rumbles low in his throat. His hands twitch on your hips and his cock twitches inside of you involuntarily, making you squeak.
“Oh my fucking… fucking… goddamn. You’re… squeezing me so… hard. Can’t… can’t even… move. Fucking hell.”
Yeah, that’s just torpor. But not like he has to know. Your walls clamp down even harder, still getting used to the invasion and that makes you only tense more, because now he’ll for sure find out that something’s wrong.
Just on cue, Leon’s hands slide up to your waist, chin resting on your shoulder. “You alright, baby? Feel quite tense for me. Been a while for you too?”
If twenty–something years is a while, then he’s technically not wrong.
You manage a nod, tears still trickling down your face. You still feel very numb but you know that you’re supposed to keep up the act. So you grit your teeth and attempt to bounce on his cock, lifting your hips slightly even though it feels like a battle.
Then you freeze.
The chances that this would happen were low, but never zero. Still, you didn’t think that would actually occur. But staring at the sheer coat of blood coating Leon’s dick, you can’t help but panic. It doesn’t look like blood exactly, just some weird shade of pink, a mix of your combined fluids and… essentially, your blood.
You feel like crying. This is so absurd. The universe hates you. Unless, maybe he won’t notice that. You should just start jumping on him so quickly all he’ll see is a blur. But it still kinda hurts for you to be doing that.
Although, maybe you could try…
“Hey, sweetheart? What… what’s that?” Leon rasps, eyes glued to where you two are connected.
Of course. Because it probably is all over your thighs and now his. And very, very visible from the back.
Fucking clusterfuck.
“I guess… I probably started my period.” You don’t even try to hide the hysteria in your voice. As a matter of fact, you’re doomed now.
Because after all, Leon isn’t dumb.
“First cavities, then Kegels, now period? What are you—” He freezes mid–sentence. “Hold up. No. No way.”
You look around the room, thinking of the best ways to run away.
“...Are you… a virgin, baby?” Leon squeezes out, hand going over his chest subconsciously.
“What? No,” you mumble—and actually that’s not even a lie now.
But he then calls you by your name, his tone flat and… panicked. “For fuck’s sake, look at me. Get… get up. Get off my cock.”
“I’m trying!” you hiss, trying to get your body to cooperate.
Leon grabs you under your arms gently, slowly tugging you up. You mewl while he mutters something soft under his nose, but eventually, you’re free.
You wince as he sits you on the bed, not minding that there’s blood between your thighs and you’re probably about to stain his sheets. He also chivalrously ignores the way his cock is coated in it, too.
Even sitting down hurts now. Who would’ve thought.
You avoid looking at him, gazing around his room. TV. Wow. And a wardrobe. Enticing. A bedside table. So fun. Oh, an electroguitar. Magnificent. A chandelier. Nooo fuuuuucking way. What a soft carpet, too. So cool.
Leon breaks the silence. “You are a virgin.”
“Were. Past tense. Not anymore,” you bite back defiantly, staring at the wall.
He rubs his temples. “Why on Earth would you do that?”
You shrug, “Why not? I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.”
“But what if I wanted to make a big deal out of it?” His gaze meets yours. “And if I never knew? You’d just… leave afterwards? Just like that?”
You scoff. “Hey, why are you acting like I’m the one who popped your cherry? I don’t regret it, okay? I just… didn’t think that… it would hurt. Or that it would… bleed.”
“Of course it was painful, for fuck’s sake! You didn’t let me prep you, didn’t take your time, you… fuck, I really thought you were just… nervous because you haven’t had sex in a long time!” Leon runs a hand through his hair.
“Well that’s true,” you huff. “Two plus decades is a long time.”
“I… I would’ve done it differently. I feel like a bastard,” he sighs.
You bite your lip. Now you actually feel like a fool. After all, there’s a reason why people don’t rush into losing their virginity with strangers.
“I’m sorry,” is all you offer to him.
Leon scoffs. “You’re sorry? I’m the one who’s sorry. I… I’m so fucking sorry.”
“It’s okay,” you exhale. “Like I said… I don’t regret it. You’re… cool. I actually like you. But what’s done is done.”
He snorts sardonically, going quiet for a few seconds. “Does that… does that mean that you didn’t want to kiss because you haven’t…”
“Yes. It does,” you beat him to it. “Listen, I… let’s just not. Give me some time and I’ll leave when I feel like… walking.”
“Like hell you’re leaving,” Leon grunts. “Not tonight, not ever.”
You blink.
He stares back at you. “What? Didn’t think that I actually like you, too? Tough goddamn luck. Can’t rewind it back, but… can make it up to you.”
“...Are you gonna eat me out?” You grin, forgetting all about your numb pussy for a moment.
“Ain’t got no painkillers in my saliva,” he meets your gaze with utter seriousness. “But sure got ‘em in the bathroom drawer. I dunno if that’ll help, but… let’s just try. If it won’t work, I… I’ll Google some stuff or something.”
With that being said, he gets up with a quiet grunt, tucking himself back into his boxers on the way. And you sit on his bed, with your cunt bleeding and heart singing.
Suddenly, the perspective of not ever leaving sounds like the most proper decision of your life.
Leon’s raspy, hoarse voice cuts through your sleep–fogged brain. You let out a noncommittal, confused sound, too lazy to open your eyes just yet. Still, you attempt to regain your bearings.
You’re in your bed. Of course you are. Where else would you be? That’s one thing that never changes. What fluctuates from time to time is whether you’re alone here or not. And even though your subconscious knows that you’re not, your hand still flies out to pat the other side of the bed.
Warm. Solid. Moving.
That’s Leon’s chest, for sure. You let out a sigh of relief. Like he couldn’t magically disappear overnight. Well, actually he could, no magic needed. Just D.S.O.
Having your husband home is… good. Your hazy brain can’t come up with any better word. With every passing second, you become more and more aware of a steady, strong arm wrapped around your waist, of his bare, scarred body that lays beside you, his torso fluttering with every breath he takes, his cock, already semi–hard. You feel hot flesh poke your hipbone as Leon moves to spoon you.
“How… what time is it?” you manage, still practically half-asleep.
Leon doesn’t miss a beat. “Perfect time to spread your pussy wide for me. In layman terms, it’s 4 AM.”
“Are you for real? It’s still nighttime—”
“Baby, they want me out by six. Open up.” He pats your inner thigh.
“Wait, what? Who? ‘Out’? Where ‘out’? Do you mean… work? Now? Today?” you ramble, way too sleepy to comprehend at least anything.
Leon doesn’t answer, just juts his lips shut.
“Right. Classified. Of course,” you mutter, rubbing a palm down your face. “That’s ridiculous, though. I literally am your wife.”
“That’s right. So turn to the side and let me into my wife’s pussy,” Leon rasps into your ear.
You move on instinct, knowing that there’s not much you can do about his sudden leave. Allowing him to fuck you goodbye is the best option out there. You move to your side and part your thighs, enough to leave plenty of space between them. Leon’s body is so unbearably hot beside yours like a goddamn furnace, even more so that he’s practically naked. You can’t remember how many rounds you two went last night—you know for sure that you definitely had sex, per se, because you go at it every night when he’s home. Probably more than one, given your heavy drowsiness and the feel of dried mess between your thighs that you suddenly get aware of.
Didn’t even get to clean up. Or maybe you did, but Leon’s cum just oozed out of your hole while you were asleep.
Leon blatantly enjoys the view of his spend between your legs. “Jeez. I mean, jizz. I’ve been thinking… since loads technically do turn into babies eventually, they could be animated. Can you imagine how lonely they must be in here then when I nut just once? You just have to start letting me coming in you twice per round.”
You can’t even argue with that logic. Your husband just has a heart made out of gold and a cock made out of stone.
Still, you can’t help but rain on his parade. “There’s like millions of them per ejaculation…”
Definitely not the type of conversation you expected to have at ass–in–the–morning–o’clock. But that’s the price you have to pay for your ‘I do’.
Leon remains completely, utterly unbothered, not even looking up from his important task of smearing pre–cum over the tip of his dick. “...Really? Good to know that I make millions within seconds in more ways than once, then.”
You look down, watching him. He never puts underwear back on after you two were done for the night, neither did you. That’s why it always is extra funny to watch him look for clean boxers first thing after he gets awakened in the middle of the night from a work call.
There was not a single day when you weren’t greeted by his morning wood. Ever since quitting drinking completely, his cock was finally back to being up and at them. But now that he’s pushing fifty, erectile dysfunction could spawn any day, so Leon didn’t want to waste any time.
You gasp as he pushes his hips forward, spooning you from the side and impales you on his dick, straight to the hilt. It feels so incredibly right. Like he should never pull out. You remember falling asleep with him still inside of you but with your tendency to toss and turn, you probably made him slip out. And now Leon’s cock finally back where it belongs.
“Fuck me… exactly what I needed,” he moans low in his throat, pulling out completely to slam back in roughly just for the hell of it, to enjoy your whimpers and the way your fingers clutch the bedsheets. “Just… just need to use you real quick.”
So you let him.
Leon’s hips bang against yours as he drives his dick in and out of your cunt, balls slapping wetly against your damp skin. You know for a fact you two most definitely stain the sheets, your mixed juices dripping down his shaft and your ass, making the bed soaked right under where you two are joint.
He doesn’t say much, doesn’t even make any sounds, just grunts into your neck while a big calloused palm rests on the curve of your hip. You bask in the knowledge of being in power to make him feel good and if all he needs to start the day is to bully your pussy—he can go ahead anytime, no need to even wake you up.
Leon’s cockhead kisses your G–spot without even trying, his body instinctively angling just right. You can’t help but cry out, not even expecting to have an orgasm that early in the morning but here you are.
“The tightest thing ever,” he eventually grits out, feeling your walls spasm. “Turning me into a goddamn early bird.”
“Are you… close?” you squeeze out, clutching the corner of your pillow for dear life.
“Is the sky blue, baby?” Leon mutters, still pounding into you mercilessly.
You want to tell him that you actually are about to come, too but at that same moment his fingers grasp your chin, turning your head slightly to crash his lips against yours. He kisses you hungrily, almost desperately, totally on edge. Your tongue tangles with his and you just can’t bring yourself to stop kissing him. Leon doesn’t pull away either.
His rhytm stutters, now messy and inconsistent. His cock reaches far enough to make you squeeze his length tighter than a fist would, all the while his lips still possess yours. When he nudges your front wall for an umpteeth time, you finally get your fill of him.
You grind your rear into his crotch to make him go as deep as he could, while your spine dips involuntarily as your head falls in the crook between his neck and shoulder. Your orgasm doesn’t feel neccessarily intense; it just feels right. Still mind–blowing enough to make you dig the heels of your feet into the mattress.
Then Leon moves away to slam into you fiercely and you moan into his mouth. His lips part into a round ‘o’ as he explodes right inside of you, coating your insides with enough ropes of cum to turn them pearly white.
Leon pants, tucking his face into your soft neck. You feel his hot breath on the sensitive skin, making you shiver involuntarily.
“You drained me dry,” he complaints, voice muffled against your flesh. “Dumping a load is relieving but I feel too empty now. What if you milked everything outta me, huh?”
You snort. “If only that was possible. Your body is unaware it’s fourty–nine.”
“You keep me young, gorgeous,” Leon smirks. “And I keep you full. The only kind of fifty fifty you deserve.”
Your own lips twitch in a grin. You know that you two are ignoring the elephant in the room that is his upcoming mission, but right now you don’t want to think about the fact that he’s about to leave very soon.
What you do acknowledge is that there’s definitely no better way to wake up in the morning.
heyy. my j.ai wasn't working on my pc for a few days but happily i finally was able to use it today
also sadly the bot got restricted on c.ai for some reason. i'll try to do smth about it sooner or later but as for now you can check it out on janitor
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