─── being OLDER .ᐟ LEON KENNEDY’S passenger princess, who keeps him company while he drives tirelessly. you lean over the armrest, skirt pulled up and no panties, because you’ve thrown them into the footwell under your seat. leon’s navy blue pants are unzipped and pulled down his waist and his black leather belt undone.
your glossy lips, drenched in spit, lock sealed around the head of leon’s cock and the taste of sticky precum mixes with drool inside your needy mouth, so warm and sweet, perfectly fitted for him. his big hand rests down the curve of your ass, rubbing lazy circles on your skin.
you swirl the tip of your tongue around leon’s sensitive spot and his fingers squeeze into your ass tighter. you can feel the curl of a teasing smirk forming in the corners of your stuffed mouth— it’s your sign to take it slower, because you’d never want to distract your boyfriend away from the road and make him pull over and fuck you. leon doesn’t say a word, except for low grunts and tension in his jaw betraying his composure, whenever you dare to take more of his hard cock inside your mouth.
you take your time, one hand fisted lazily around the thickness of his cock to keep your busy mouth company. his veins pulse rapidly under your touch and you keep jerking him off with playful, sloppy strokes, up and down his cock to meet your jaw.
leon’s blue eyes land between your legs for a few seconds when a moan escapes muffled past your lips, right where you keep two fingers pressed around your puffy clit.
your pussy is soaked and lonely, almost dripping wet down your inner thighs and pooling and he hasn’t even touched you and yet, your cheeks burn and you feel dizzy. you feel perverted for getting soaking wet, just from being a such good girl and sucking your older boyfriend off in his car. the more pleasure seeps through your core and radiates through every inch of your body, the more your legs spread instinctively and your lids rest half open.
“let me just—mmm. fuck, don’t-” leon’s grip tightens around the steering wheel and he slows down on the highway, because you swallow more of his cock, almost sinking it down your throat. his other hand moves right onto the back of your head, controlling the pace for a few seconds; it feels so good to fuck you mouth.
“spread your legs a lil’ wider for me, sweet girl.”
the position, despite being slightly uncomfortable, doesn’t bother you. leon manages to get his hand down to your pussy and he slides two fingers up and down your folds to lube them, from your slick entrance to your swollen clit, “there we go. much better. want me to stuff my fingers inside you, angel?”
you mumble an short mhm, catching you your breath, wiping some drool off the corners of your mouth and chin. you adjust in your seat in a more comfortable position and leon buries his middle finger inside you and his index follows, coating both in layers of your oozing sweet juices.
the moment you feel your walls stretch around him, you moan, with no urge to control yourself and it makes his cock twitch painfully. you’re quick to lock your hand around leon’s wrist; you nails dig slightly in his skin the deeper he pushes and curls his fingers up to your sensitive spot.
“c’mon, use my fingers to fuck yourself,” he coaxes and you listen.
you take control of the pace, still holding onto leon’s big wrist for support. you masturbate using his fingers and he feels each time you squeeze your walls around his tighter, forcing him to bury himself inside you up to his knuckles.
you take a third long finger and stuff it inside you and feel unable to think— this entire thing feels like a dream through your hazed mind. leon’s name slides past your lips and sultry moans fill the his car entirely.
“you’re gonna make me pull over and fuck you. that look in your eyes… can’t wait any longer, huh?” he leaves you all empty and whiny when he brings your fingers to his own lips— eyes still on the road, “tell me i’m wrong, sweet girl.”
he shoves them inside his mouth, tongue licking you off his fingers, savoring the text of your pussy on his lips. the more he licks it turns into sweet nectar and he grunts lowly, because he could come just from this alone.
“y’know me so well, leon.”
you smile, leaning back in the leather passenger seat, holding onto his wrist once again and shoving his hand under your skirt. he teases you, resting the tips of his fingers at your entrance, motioning slow circles up to your clit, back and forth.
“g-gosh! stop being such tease! you’ve been driving for five hours. don’t you need a little break, hmm?”
you don’t have to tell leon twice.
while i was writing my other nasty car sex fic i was thinking. HM. maybe i could write something and connect it to the og fic. so this will have a second part. i also have a dbf!leon fic i MIGHT finish this week.
as always, interactions and reblogs are super super appreciated !! mwuah <3
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