21 yr old leon asking you out and taking you to a diner for one of those good ass burgers from the sketchiest looking place ever. the two of you share a milkshake like some 1950s couple. its all very shy and romantic. leon tells dumb jokes that you laugh too hard at because your soul and heart are so light from being around him.
then you go to a penny arcade and you kick his ass at every game. nobody knows if its because he's that bad or he just can't stop looking at you. you let him win one game and hes all annoyed about it because he knows what you did. half of him is endeared by it too, though.
he walks you to his jeep afterwards and you plant a kiss on him because you've been thinking about it all night and now you're alone and the moonlight is perfect and you like him a lot. one thing leads to another and on the way to take you home he's pulled over on a dark road and you've wrestled him into the backseat and the two of you are dry humping like teenagers and he finishes in his pants pretty fast but pushes through the overstimulation until you cum.
when you feel the wet spot on his jeans while covering him with kisses afterwards you just give him a knowing look and he actually blushes. but it's really hot and you tell him as much. and he rolls the windows down while the two of you cuddle in the backseat afterwards. the breeze is just cool enough to make you shiver against him so he lays his jacket over the top of the two of you. you have to shake yourself from falling asleep like that because the crickets chirping and the rustling of the bushes and the deep, steady breaths of the man underneath you are too calming.
contents; suguru geto x fem!reader. age gap (suguru is written with late 30s to early 40s in mind; reader is a university student.) long distance relationship. fluff & smut: afab reader, mostly sweet and gentle sex, though r and suguru are very needy for each other. some hair pulling and implied overstim. light dirty talk. for characterization purposes he wears a condom. + doting aftercare scene wc; 3.1k
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"ThereΒ you are."Β
There's a man in front of the door to your apartment, broad-shouldered and tight-jawed: a plastic bag clutched in his palm and blue umbrella tucked between his arm and rib. The milk-blue sky is knitted over with cotton clouds and grayscale watercolour, the air between your bodies reeks of humid asphalt and cut grass. He perks up when he notices you, disheveled as you are from the weather and the day you've had, a warm smile fanning out across his lips.Β
Rain patters noisily against the sidewalk behind you. Your eyes widenβ brainΒ spinning. Skipping past the last remaining steps of the staircase, his name a heavy weight between your lips.
"Suguru?"Β
"Welcome home, honey." He catches you in his embrace, his voice thick at your ear, ripe with longing.Β Curse him for sounding so effortlessly domestic.Β "How was your day?"
"Forget myΒ day,"Β you pull back with a bright, unshakeable smile, eager for a proper look at him. You can barely remember what you were so exhausted about. Seminars? Does it matter when he's in front of you, warm to the touch and looking at you like he wants nothing but to press your lips flush against his? "What are you doing here? No, waitβ how long have you beenΒ waitingΒ here?" you slip on a playful pout. "I would've hurried if you'd told meβ¦"
"Don't you worry," he smooths a palm down your shoulder, squeezing it gently. "I don't mind. I wanted it to come as a surprise."
Breathless laughter. You run a hand through your wet hair. "TrustΒ me, it did. Gosh."
This older gentleman isΒ Suguru Geto, your boyfriend of nearly one year. He lives five hours away by car, in an rural town surrounded by thick clusters of cypress and cedar trees, far from the hustle and bustle of the city you've settled down to study in. You met him there on a trip with your friends, and the rest is history. He's the best boyfriend you've had to date: caring and patient, supportive but comfortable in redirecting you when you need it. ObscenelyΒ handsome. Obviously. Your age difference was never an issue, because Suguru isΒ alwaysΒ transparent with you, and never treads around speaking candidly.
The single downside is howΒ farΒ he is.
(Of course, the issue came up early. Suguru has roots where he's at. History. A stable line of work. He knows all of the locals by name, is well-loved by all of them. Between the two of you, it's obvious who'd be expected to move.Β
Except you don't like that. You don't like that it has to be you, thatΒ you'dΒ have to build your life aroundΒ hisΒ just because he's older.Β
And neither does he. So, at least for the time being, you're at a standstill.)
ButΒ now,Β he's right in front of you. Greeting you with a sunny smile, smelling lightly of oakwood incense and coconut oil, looking better than ever. Hair tied into a half up-half down bun, white threads gleaming silver in between the ink-black. He never believes you when you tell him they're sexy. Age wears himΒ perfectly.
Hunger stirs in your gut.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you," he murmurs, leaving a kiss below your ear that really, really isn't helping his case. You're gonna eat him up. "I know you've been stressed lately⦠I was hoping I could keep you company tonight."
"Why are youΒ apologizing?" you huff. "This was the best thing I could have come back to."
The corners of his eyes soften. They're dog-like, adoring, taking you in. Seconds pass without him speaking. You share a long, weighty look, the patter of rainfall crescendoing behind you: the summer shower is only getting worse.Β
"Let's go inside," you hasten, tugging at his bicep. Fishing for keys in your front pocket.Β
Your boyfriend follows, cluelessly.
As soon as the door closes behind you, a dullΒ thudΒ echoing down the hallβ youΒ pounce.Β Wrapping your arms around his neck and dragging him down to your lips, sticky chapstick tethering you together when you mash them against his. A noise of surprise rasps in his throat, muffled against your mouth, but he's quick to catch himself; falling into your rhythm, parting his lips when you nudge at the seam of them, tongues gliding together in a sloppy, heated waltz. He tastes of pocket mints and need. An arm sneaks around your waist, hefty fingers dipping underneath your shirt to caress the dip of your lower back, causing your trembling frame to press closer. This ache in your chest feels like it'll never go away. Missing him,Β wantingΒ him, drinking the oxygen straight from his lungs. Both the umbrella and plastic bag clatter on the doormat.Β
Your breaths mingle in the dark corner.
When you have to pull away, slack-jawed and doe-eyed, you're met with his swollen lips and molten expression, honey-brown eyes hot with desire. He looks like he could eat you alive like this: cornered, taking a shallow, quiet breath. His cheeks dusted pink with peach fuzz.
But he maintains his composure.
(Age has made him patient, you think. He's always been good at holding back with you. Sometimes it makes you want to push and prod at that part of himβ just to see how he'd react. If you could hit on something. Wear him out. HeΒ isΒ weak to you; that much you're sure of.)
"β¦Β Oh, baby," he's breathless as he speaks, reaching down to pick the plastic bag off the floor. "I almost forgot to give you these."
Inside it is a blue bouquet, hydrangeas paired with clusters of baby's breath. The syrupy scent of rainy season sticks to their petals. He hands them to you with a sweet smile, all-together unfitted for the animalistic need you feel right now, tongue heady with the taste of his saliva, but it still makes your heart bleed. Your boyfriend is something of a flower buff: because of that, you know what they represent. You know about the story of the emperor who gave hydrangeas to his neglected lover, in apology, in repetance. You understand what he's trying to say.
Suguru doesn't just talk to you in words. He speaks to you in actions, expressions, even bouquets. That's part of why you love him. You don't have to look hard to see his care for you.
"β¦ They suit you," he compliments, watching them find home in your arms.Β
"Thank you, baby." You give him a kiss on the cheek, struggling not to grin at howΒ pleasedΒ he looks. "I'll put them up by the window."
"Good idea. They'll look perfect there."
"Did you bring them from home?"
"I didn't," he shakes his head. "The temple is practically overgrown with them, though. I could have bought a bouquet from Mrs Satsuko, but I didn't want to risk them wilting during the drive. They're sensitive flowers, you know."
"Huh. Are they?"
"Yes." He smiles. "They need cool air and moisture. It's why they bloom so vibrantly when the weather gets like this."
Curiously, you look at the bundle of blossoms in your arms: their petals shaped like fallen stars, the colour of an evening sky. Sucking on a quiet hum. "I'll take good care of them."
β¦
Silence settles. Then tension returns, even stronger than beforeβ impossible to resist. You bat your lashes, closing in like a coyote.
"Now," you purr. "Where were we?"
Suguru's throat bobs. It's the only tell you get into how much he's holding back, otherwise the picture of composure, your saliva still sticking to his bottom lip. "β¦ Where indeed," he croons. Pulling you closer, and closer, letting you tug him away as you stumble to your bedroom.
Everything else can wait.Β You need himΒ now. The rest of the world will sort itself out.
You end up straddling his lap, clutching onto his broad shoulders, panties pooled around your ankles as you sink down on his cock. Suguru likes to prepare youΒ thoroughly,Β with his fingers and tongue and dollops of lube,but the need between your thighs is too great for that kind of patience. He lets you go at the pace you like best. Trusting you to know your limits. The fullness is a comfort, familiar, as much as it strains your pussy to take him to the rootβ nudging the line ofΒ too much, too fast.
Still, you can't help but want all of it. So you take every inch, carefully, from the bulbous head to the curved middle, waiting until you're relaxed enough to sit down fully. Once you've planted yourself on his lap, you pause to take aΒ deep, steadying breath. The stretch burns. Your head spins. Suguru leans in to lick up the drool at the corner of your lip. He's got his palms on either side of your hips, tethering you to the sweltering need between your bodies.Β
"Take your time, little one," he murmurs.
It encourages you, if anything.
You start to move.Β
He guides you seamlessly, steadily, up and down his condom-clad cockβ he slipped it on before you could protest, firm in his choice, more careful with you than you sometimes think is necessaryβ lips drawn taut around a silent moan. You want to stick your fingers down his throat and pull it out, but you suppose you'll have to do it with your hips instead. "Good girl," he praises, palms slipping underneath your thighs. "You look so beautiful like this."Β
The smooth, baritone cords of his voice make youΒ dizzyinglyΒ wet: head spinning, slick sticking to his pubes, your feet planted on the mattress to support your pace.Β Up, down. Up, down.Β Suguru's thickness is there to welcome you every time, mushroom tip smearing kisses at your cervix.Β Up, and down.Β
A whimper splits your lips.
"I can tell you missed it," he sighs, holding you close, breathing down the side of your neck. It jolts through your fluttering pussy. Something embarrassing scratches at your chest, but you swallow it back down, digging your nails into his shoulders. "You're working it so sloppy."
Knowing him, he means it as a compliment, but it makes your neck burnΒ terribly. He must feel the heat at your cheeks. With a sharp inhale, you flick his hands off your body, sinking down harshly just to hear his breath hitch. You squeeze around him, pointedly.
"Just⦠lay back," you pant. "No more talking."
Without protest, he does as you say; elbows cushioning his fall, biceps straining deliciously under your watchful gaze. His body isΒ lethal.Β Firm and muscular, yet softened by age, perfect for resting your head against on days where your thoughts are too turbulent to carry. He hums, eyes flickering with something notΒ quiteΒ amused, but endeared, like watching you ride him so desperately isΒ cuteΒ to him. It makes you wanna tug at his roots and make him yelp.Β
(β¦ Actually, why don't you?)
"Ahβ" he sucks on a sharp noise, caught halfway between a moan and a wince, his grip on the sheets tightening like a snare.Β Desperate, just like you. You watch his throat jump, rosy lips falling open as you get a good grip on his silky black locks, pullingΒ justΒ the way he likes. "Oh, I missed you. I missed you soΒ much, baby."Β
Almost unconsciously, you speed up. Raising your hips, then sinking down,Β using his hair as leverage. The rhythm grows sharper, more purposeful, smacking his pelvis every time you spear yourself open around him.Β Plap, plap, plap.Β Sparks firing through your nerve-ends. His balls feel firm underneath you, heavy.Β
"A little harder," he encourages, giving your thigh a tenderβΒ needyβΒ pat. "I can take it."
"Don'tβ¦ be greedy," you chastise, out of breath, flushed with heat and trembling. It's a struggle not to stumble on your words; all you're focused on is fucking him, working his cock until you're satisfied. So hungry for him that you feel it like a knot in your stomach. But you listen, tugging harsher, moving your entire body with every loud, slick bounce on his lower abdomen, legs straining with the tempo you've set.Β
"Good girl," he moans.Β ThereΒ it is. Whatever triumph you feel evaporates under the heat of his hands, coming back to cup your hips, not guiding, only resting. You think of chastising him, but all that leaves your lips is half-whimper, half-whine. "Look at youβ¦"
For a while, he lets you use him. Laid down like a meal with hearts in his eyes, breath hitching around sinful, broken noises, muscles tense and coiled. He reminds you of a tiger. Broad, sharp-eyed, lying in wait. What would that make youβ a house cat? Needy and in heat? Playing with his cock like it'sΒ yours.
(It is,Β he told you once. He'd tell you again if you asked. There's no shame thereβ never was.Β Only yours. You can have it any time, honey.)
Eventually, when your hips slow to a sluggish grind, exhausted by the effort, the tides begin to shift.Β Violently,Β a boat rocked sideways. The band of his patience snaps,Β your chest pulled flush against his own; his cock pumping in and out of you with steady rolls of his hips,Β lovinglyΒ firm, knocking the mewls out of your mouth. You're beingΒ cherishedβ you know thatβ but it's intense, sweaty skin slipping against sweaty skin, his pulse thundering through your body, hot like a furnace. Intense enough to make you want to run from it, even though it's all you've been dreaming of for the last two weeks.Β
Not that youΒ couldβ even through the fog in your head and need in your belly, you understand that. Suguru is just as pent up as you are. You're staying right here until you're tuckered out and boneless, noΒ ifsΒ orΒ butsΒ about it. The promise is unsaid, but you feel it in the hold he's got on your body. He's not as harmless as he seems. Not when you need something of him and he's promised to deliver.
Only when you're shaking and writhing around him, wetting his abs with your come, does he focus on his own orgasm. Using you harshly, yet lovingly still, dragging you over his cock. He makes little noise when he gets there, flooding the condom with sticky batches of warmth that you can still feel through the latex, panting at your ear while his palm rubs down your back, like youβre the one coming undone.
Then he lifts you off his lap. Sweat dripping down his brow, a drunken haze over his eyes, fingers hooked against your ribcage.Β
"I need to taste you," he pants. Eyes dark with greed, pupils overblown. Gone is the control he keeps such a tight hold of. "On your back, baby."
Your heart beats hotly, foreboding twisting in your belly. Thighs sticking together with slick. Breath stuck in your throat. You almost want to ask for a break, but he's already tied his hair up.
Quietly, you swallow.
He's nowhere near satisfied, is he?
After hours of being ravaged, made love to, held and taken apart and put together againβ your bodies finally run out of fuel.Β
You're tended to with steady hands, every touch intentional, familiar with the process: cleaned in the shower as you drift in and out of consciousness, floating somewhere underneath the blank slate of your mind, then made to drink from a water bottle to soothe your worn throat.Β Wrecked.Β Wrung dry. Cunt buzzing like a livewire. The culprit walks into your bedroom with a hot plate of food, wearing an expression so content you'd think he just came back from a week-long excursion to a hot spring.Β
Shameless. Stupidly sexy.
"Can't feel my legs," you whine, sprawled out on the mattress, tucked in like a child. Stretching out your sore limbs with a groan. "God, I needed this."
Warm, rumbling laughter. Suguru walks over to your bedside, wearing nothing but his boxers and a cardigan he'd left behind in your closet, hickies sucked into his neck and collarbone.Β YourΒ canvas. Sunset kisses smudging skin. "I'm glad to hear it," he croons. "Here you are. Make sure to clean your plate, alright?"
Suguru leans towards quick, easy cooking for your aftercare. This time it's fried rice with plenty of vegetables and thin slices of meat, cooked a perfect golden brown, smelling of sesame oil, soy sauce and ginger paste. Your weary hands reach for it, bringing it to rest on your chest. Warmth spreads through the blanket he wrapped around your shoulders.
"Ahhhβ" you sigh, scooping up a pile of rice with the spoon he gave you. "I love you."
One of his palms brush against your cheek, eyes bright with satisfaction. Delighting when you lean into the touch. "I love you too, baby."
Without having to tell him to, Suguru crawls under the covers beside you. Offering his shoulder as a headrest while you eat. The room is coated in a thin sheen of shadow, only lit up by a half-broken lamp by the windowsill. It lulls your mind into a state of docile fatigue. Your body grows softer with every bite, entirely limp once he takes the plate off your hands and puts it on the nightstand. This security is what you like best. Sex with Suguru is mind-breaking inΒ manyΒ ways, but this is the most staggering. How ready he is to hold you when it's over, even though he's nearly as tired as you are.
Badump, badump.
Your ear at his heartbeat. His palms at your back, arms around your waist, securing you against himβ a shipwreck to his shore. There's nowhere else you'd rather be. Boneless in your boyfriend's embrace, aching terribly between your legs, but only in good ways. Quietly, aΒ pitter-patterΒ rattles at your windowpane, smattering against the glass.Β
The world outside your apartment is just as it should be. It's a comfort to listen to, bleeding into the mantra of Suguru's steady pulse.
"When are you leaving?"
He shifts above you, planting a gentle kiss between your brows. It makes your lashes flutter shut. "Not anytime soon," he promises. His voice barely-there, as if he's terrified of startling you. You believe him. "Go to sleep, baby. I'll be here when you wake up."
β¦
"Hey, Suguru,"Β you whisper, feeling your mind sink into slumber. "Can I tell you a secret?"
"β¦ Yes, my love."
You nose at his pulsepoint. Burying yourself in him. Murmuring, beneath your breath:
"I missed you."
Suguru stills. His wandering hands, his doting lips, even his rhythmic heartbeat. Before he can respond, your mind grows dull and quiet.
(You'll wake up to covers heady with hints of coconut oil and oakwood, the sweet smell of breakfast wafting from your kitchen through the rest of your apartment, and three good morning kisses from a man who loves you.)
SYNOPSIS: Itβs date night, and Leon takes on the cooking from home this time. This can either end up good, or bad.
PAIRING: Resident Evil 6 Leon Kennedy x Partner!Reader
WORD COUNT: 1.8k
WARNINGS/TAGS: FLUFF, Leon not knowing how to cook, a small kitchen fire, slight angst, cuddles, kisses, slight suggestiveness, we end up with a very successful date
NOTES: We are back with 13 Days of Leon!! I apologize again for delaying it, school is always coming up with surprises. The rest of the fics are scheduled to be posted in the next coming hours, so stay tuned!!
βI can handle it tonight.β He said.
βItβs just some cooking. Trust me, Iβve been through worse things on the job, a recipe will be a piece of cake!β He said.
Boy, what did Leon dig himself into?
He would always watch you when you cooked. You make it look so easy, making him memorized as you chop ingredients and turn to cabinets, stoves, and the sink with what seemed as perfected ease. Even though he would look on over your shoulder with his arms around your waist with a soft smile, enjoying the domesticity in it all, on the inside, he would always feel bad about you always cooking every time the two of you would have a date night in. Leon wanted to treat you for all the love you give him, and he wants to do it right.
Except, it isnβt going right at this moment.
He knew he shouldnβt go too far ahead of himself when choosing the dish for the night. A simple chicken alfredo: classic, but always delicious. As he looked online on his home computer for recipes, his mind got stuck on the idea of making homemade pasta instead of the boxed, premade option. While there is nothing wrong with using it, maybe he can make you swoon with his pasta made by hand. It couldnβt be too difficult, it is only made with eggs, flour, and a pinch of salt.
Now he is staring at the pile of what should be noodles laying on his cutting board as the kitchen is surrounded by flour.
They sure donβt look like your traditional mix of soft doughy goodness that can be coated perfectly with any sauce you mix it in. It currently looks like really thick cuts of dry cheese. Leon even brought a pasta roller machine and it still didnβt look like the one in the recipe he printed out. Thousands of thoughts are rushing through his head. Is this pasta too thick? Should he start over? His mind then remembers about the alfredo sauce currently running on the stove and his head snaps to see it is still just simmering. Okay, good.
Leon decides to clear his mind by going to wash his hands that are caked with dried up pasta dough. Everything is fine, he tells himself. Maybe he can just reuse the same pasta and shape it again. Heβll cut it by hand this time and maybe itβll end up better looking- wait, is that smoke?
His nose picks up on that bitter aroma, and as he follows it, his sights lands back on that pan of alfredo sauce. Instead of that creamy, cheesy liquid gold, itβs in flames.
Exhaustion settled deep into your bones as you reached Leonβs apartment level. Work was not kind to you today, and right now, you just want to pull Leon onto the couch with you and use him as a heated weighted blanket and sleep the body pain off.
Just thinking of Leon brought a soft smile to your face. He said he will take over dinner for date night tonight, making you feel all giddy inside. Leon has cooked for you before, well, has made you eggs on toastβ¦ a turkey sandwichβ¦ Okay, this is the first time he is making you a decent meal according to him. Itβs not like he is lazy, he admitted to you that he isnβt too confident in his cooking skills, but thinks he has prepared enough to conquer it this time around. You accept his offer with a chuckle and a kiss to the cheek, which made his posture strengthen with delight and a newfound assurance.
You stand in front of his door, putting the spare key he has given you into the lock. You swear you can smell the drool-worthy scent of whatever meal he conjured up with already as you push the door open until-
βOh fuck-β
Well, this was not the sight you were expecting.
Leon looked shocked from the sink as a pan from the stove across from him was set ablaze. Your panic mode immediately sets in as you rush in, not bothering to shut the door behind you, grabbing a washcloth and then the pan, bringing it under the running faucet Leon was still next to. The pot sizzles into a light grey haze as you turn to look at your boyfriend.
βIs everything alright?β You ask, your heart pounding in your chest as you look him up and down for any injuries.
βIt is now,β he responds as he looks at the pan still in your hand, a slight quirk on his left brow. The alarm in the room settles as you put the pan down into the sink, sighing out in relief.
βGood,β you wheeze as you look around the kitchen. Itβs a total mess, with ingredients scattered about, all dusted with flour. Your eyes then meet the cutting board on the counter, seeing what is practically playdough on its very floured surface. βWhat were you trying to make?β
βIt was supposed to be a chicken alfredo,β Leon starts, walking to the front door to close it from earlier. βBut it all sorta got out of hand.β
You look after him as he turns back to you. He tries to lighten the situation with a smile, but you can see the sad puppy look right through him. You then spot the packet of the recipe he was using next to the cutting board and approach it.
βI donβt know where it went wrong,β he started to rant. You flipped through the pages, your heart melting more with each flip. βThe pasta feels nothing like how the recipe says it should feel, much less looks like it does in the photos. And I swore the alfredo sauce was just fine a second ago, but I look away for one second and it decides itβs a good time to light up.β
Leon wanted to make everything from scratch. The recipe spoke for him that he wanted to put in every ounce of work needed to create you a lovely, warm dish. Now here he is, feeling like he ruined the entire night. You smile as you put the packet down and look at him, confusion running through his face.
βYouβre way too good for me.β You walk towards Leon, throwing your arms over his shoulders as you peck the tip of his nose. He hesitantly wraps his arms around your waist, and from this close, you can see swipes of flour on his forehead, probably from trying to move the bangs from his face.
βAnd you got that from what basically is flavorless taffy on a board and burnt milk?β He asked, which you giggle at as you wipe the flour from his face before pressing another kiss.
βYeah. Despite in your head you think you have nothing to give me right now, you have shown me that you want to work hard to please me. To me, thatβs enough.β Leon looks down to you, awestruck at your words as if youβre a philosopher.
βAnd this?β You say as you motion around the kitchen. βIs fixable. Donβt think this date night is all ruined, we can make this work.β
Leon huffs out a breath, and you donβt know whether itβs a laugh or a sigh. He stuffs your head into your neck, pressing a soft kiss. βThis is why I love you. Youβre always here for me at my best and worst.β
βOf course, where would you be without me?β You quip as you lean back to look at him.
βMiserable and face first in some cold Chinese takeout,β He pouts dramatically. You both burst out laughing together until his awkwardly fades out. βAt least I didnβt touch the chicken yetβ¦β
βPerfect, the rest we can remake together.β You say as you go to remove your coat, moving to the front door to hang it. βClean up the counters and the pan and we will get right to it.β
βYes maβam.β He says as he goes to follow your instruction.
You and Leon lean back in your seats as you finish demolishing your feast of the night. You managed to make the chicken alfredo and make some mini cheesecakes, all over some glasses of red wine. This date turned out to be more eventful, but fun than originally planned. You enjoyed getting to teach Leon how to make the pasta and the sauce. He followed your motions with enthusiasm, asked to check in every once in a while, and took in every note with a nod. You kept catching his brows furrow every time he got focused, it was cute. Donβt even get started when you both finally sat down to eat a little after 8pm. He moaned at the first bite and cleared his plate within minutes.
You both went to settle at the living room couch after changing into some comfier clothes, some television programmed movie playing in the background. You laid on top of Leon as his hands rested on your back, his thumb rubbing circles on your side as you both mindlessly stared at the TV. At some point, you felt a pair of eyes on you and you turned to look at Leon. His attention wasnβt on the TV anymore, but instead on you.
βWhat? Got something on my face?β You ask teasingly. Leon brought one of his hands from your back and traced down your nose lovingly.
βNo, just appreciatinβ you,β he said softly as he kept taking you in. You bashed under his stare, but he then cupped the side of your face to have you look at him. He then slowly leans in to press a firm kiss on your lips. He then leans back, but you then move forward, chasing for more. He gives you a couple more kisses, all gentle and innocent until you both move away for some breath.
βI had fun tonight,β you said after a beat. βWe should have cooking lessons more often.β
βAnything you want to do, Iβm in. As long as itβs with you.β He responded, his words soaked in adoration for you.
You smile and hide in his chest for a bit. You move your head to the side, listening in on his heartbeat. βThen let's go skydiving one day.β
βLike I said, if that's what my love wants, weβll do it.β You both then softly giggling together before settling back into that comfortable silence from before.
βYβknow, Iβm kinda in the mood for dessert,β Leon points out a minute later. You turn to him with your eyes squinted in suspicion.
βLeon, we just had some.β
βWe can always make room for more,β he replied as his grip on your lower back tightens.
END NOTES: Leon is either a really good cook or a bad one, there's no in between. But, for the sake of this fic, we will go with the latter. I hope you liked this entry and as always, thank you for reading!!<33
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13 DAYS OF LEON KENNEDY: 100 FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION
Summary: You have a routine of writing Leon love letters.
Pairing: re2!Leon x gf!reader
WC/Tags: 1,616 / tooth rotting fluff, love letters, Leon being smitten
A/N: inspired by βheβs my dreamboatβ by Connie Francis, for day 5 of @swoon-june βlove lettersβ
You chew at the knub of your pen, staring down at the blank piece of scrap paper in front of you. Leon is going to be up for work any second, the hands of the clock ticking closer and closer to 6:30am, his wake up time everyday. His lunch is packed, thermos filled and sitting on the counter beside the keys to his car. All thatβs missing now is your love note.
Once a week, you write Leon love letters. You made it a routine after telling him you loved him for the first time, in the dark of your living room after a heated makeout session. You had told him you loved him, that you were in love with him and it scared you that you were only a little over a year into your relationship and you felt like this, but he had said it back quickly, had cupped your face and smiled so wide it looked like it had ached.
Afterward, when he went to answer the delivery at your front door, you had scribbled a little note, ily with a heart under it and had stuffed it in his jacket pocket. The next day he had called you, saying that finding the love letter had been the highlight of his morning.
That was nearly six months ago, and it was a routine you both loved.
You rarely kept it the same, leaving love letters in his cup holder or under his keys. Beside his tooth brush or tucked into his shoes. You liked to change it up, to keep the surprise going, and Leon loved every bit of it.
You also changed what you wrote. Sometimes they were silly, little doodles of hearts and clouds and flowers with fluffy words. Other times they were bone deep, your affection for him rooted in words you struggled to say aloud.
Now as you stare at the blank paper, your mind goes the same; blank. Nothing newly astounding had happened, nothing that needed extra tenderness, but you wanted to do this for him all the same.
You tap the pen against your lip, frowning at the paper. No grand moments to write about, no first kiss anniversary, no βI'm so proud of youβ for passing a test or landing a new job. Justβ¦ him. Your Leon. The one who leaves his socks in weird places and hums off-key in the shower and always remembers your coffee order.
A small smile tugs at your mouth.
You grab another sheet, crinkled notebook paper, and start drawing: tiny stick figures holding hands under a lopsided sun with rays like fireworks. One has blonde hair, spiky, messy. The other wears glasses, round frames slightly askew. Above them: βGood morning my favorite cop. Thank you for coming home every night.β
Folding it, you press your lips to the paper and slip it inside his lunch box before standing to grab your own mug of coffee. Youβre halfway through with it when Leon stumbles into the kitchen, his uniform crisp but his eyes bleary, a little sleep ridden.
βWell hello sleepy head,β you laugh, putting down your mug. βSure youβre awake?β
Leon blinks at you like heβs seeing sunlight for the first time, hair sticking up in three different directions. He shuffles forward barefoot, uniform perfectly ironed but clearly slept on, his tie a little loose and one button undone.
βMmmβ¦ morning,β he mumbles, voice thick with sleep. Without missing a beat, he leans down and kisses you right on the lips. A soft one, slow and sweet despite how half-asleep he looks. He pulls back just enough to rest his forehead against yours, eyes slowly focusing now that coffee scent is hitting him full force.
βIβm awake,β he lies through a yawn before reaching past you to grab your mug, not his, and taking a long sip of your coffee like it belongs to him too, which you supposed it does. βIβm up.β
βSure you are,β you giggle as you study him, and reach up to flatten his hair. βI made your lunch and coffee, itβs on the counter.β
That quiet little joy flashes across his face, the one that only shows when you do something small but so meaningful to him. He turns toward the counter, still cradling your coffee mug like a lifeline.
He sees the thermos first, steam faintly rising, and picks it up, twisting off the lid to sniff. Black coffee. Just how he likes it. No sugar. Then he spots his lunchbox, the bright blue one with dog bones printed on the sides, a gift from you after adopting Rover. His chest tightens just looking at it.
Setting both items down, Leon turns back to you. In two strides, arms are around your waist and pulling you into another kiss, this time deeper, as if every morning could start like this forever.
You hum against him, eyes fluttering shut faintly. He tastes like his tooth paste and your coffee and if his job wasnβt so important youβd ask him to stay.
βYouβre going to be late.β You murmur, lips parting as you speak and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue along your bottom lip.
He does, a teasing brush of his tongue that sends warmth blooming down your neck. Leonβs never been in a hurry with you. Even when he should be rushing, like now, uniform half-tied and badge still hanging loose on its lanyard, he lingers.
But the clock ticks.
A distant part of him knows this: patrol shift starts at 7:30 sharp. Chief Daniels has already given him one warning about tardiness after last monthβs rain delay, not that it was his fault.
Still, he nips gently at your lip before pulling back just enough to rest his nose against yours again, breathing you in like oxygen.
βI hate mornings,β he whispers hoarsely, and then steals one more kiss because screw punctuality for thirty seconds. βWhen I have to leave you.β
βBut you come back.β You reply and grin, your hand cupping the back of his neck to play with the blonde hair there. βI have to get ready for work too.β
He steps away from your hold, grabbing his keys and coffee in one hand and his lunch box in the other. βSee you tonight?β
You nod as you follow him to the front door, placing your hand on the knob. βShould be back by five.β
βIβll see you at five then.β Leonβs grin is boyish as you open the door, holding it for him. He dips down, kissing you once and you inhale him, the pressure of his mouth on yours like clouds.
Leon steps out first, boots hitting the porch with a quiet thud. He turns back just once before heading to his squad car, a black-and-white RPD cruiser parked at the curb, and gives you that smile. That Leon smile: bright blue eyes crinkled at the corners, hair messy from your fingers.
He raises his coffee in a silent toast to you as he walks away.
You watch him go, the way he adjusts his vest strap while walking like it's second nature now after months on patrol duty; how carefully he places both items into their designated spots inside that pristine vehicle; even how neatly folded down those stupid little air fresheners hang from rearview mirrors, you teased him for putting one up.
When he reverses you give him a little wave and vaguely through the glass you can see him wave back. As you close the door, you realize youβre grinning, again. You always seem to be when it comes to him.
Rinsing out your coffee cup, you stare out the sink window, wondering when heβll find the note, and wondering if itβll make him smile. You smile to yourself at the thought.
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Leon sips from the lip of his mug carefully as he turns into the station before throwing the car into park. Twisting his neck to stretch, he gets out, gathering his items before walking in. Heβs greeted by his coworkers and he nods to them, his hair bouncing with the movement before he makes it to his locker. When he opens it, he takes in the picture of you and him on Fourth of July, a sparkler in your hand and a grin on your face. Itβs infectious, the way you look when youβre happy.
He places his keys on the hook before opening his lunch box to survey the contents. A sandwich, probably ham, a yogurt and a bag of nuts, with a disposable spoon tucked in the corner.
Thereβs another item tucked into the side though, and he fingers the paper before pulling it out.
The note is slightly crumpled from being wedged beside the yogurt, but carefully folded, neat creases like you took time with it. Leonβs breath hitches just a little.
He recognizes your handwriting immediately: that loopy G in βGood morning,β the heart-shaped dot over the i.
His fingers smooth out the paper as he unfolds it, and there they are, the stick figures under their wonky sun. He stares at them for a solid five seconds, lips parting into that soft expression you exude from him.
One of his fellow officers passes by and gives him a knowing look. βLove letter?β
Leon doesnβt even snap back or play it cool like usual, he just nods once, quietly proud about something so simple as his girlfriend loving him enough to draw silly hearts on paper every week.
He tucks it gently into his breast pocket, right over where his badge sits, and closes up his lunchbox with new energy, and a grin pulling at his mouth.
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Soooo in your leon hcs you said you could make a list of all the things he'd say to you in bed. Could. Could we have the list π
Omg of course π
Is it bad that I already had this list for like a month. I just cleaned it up and added some more.
Things Leon would say to you in bed
Part 1 | Part 2: period headcanons
Trigger/content warnings: Tiny mention of insecurity. Also bit of degradation and praise (mdni)
Description: What Leon would say to you during intimacy
Notes: Found this in the deepest pits of my notes app and updated it a little. Any version of Leon and gender-neutral reader. Hope you enjoy β‘
β Like I said, he'd talk you through it. He loves talking to you through intimacy, and he doesn't even need you to reply.
β"Tell me what you need. Speak up, let me hear it."
β"Look at me. You're doing perfect."
β"Yeah? You like that? Thought you said you weren't going to let me win that easily."
β"Can't even find your words right now, hm? That's a first for you."
β He doesn't let you cover your face or hide in general. He'd say something like, "Don't hide from me now. I want to see exactly how you look when I touch you like this"
β He gets into this weird habit of treating your body parts like separate entities. If heβs trying to move your legs, he won't look at your face. Heβll tap your knee gently, and murmur a very dry, barely audible, "'scuse me..." as if he's politely asking a stranger on a crowded sidewalk to step aside.
β When you're in control, again, he doesn't shut up. He wants you to know that he completely trusts you to hold all the weight for a while.
β"You look absolutely incredible looking down at me like that..."
β"You have no idea what you do to me."
β"Guide my hands... where do you want them?"
β If you were into degradation, he'd be willing to try it with you. He usually doesn't force his words. They just come out naturally, which makes them 10Γ more effective. But, I don't think he'd be into anything extremely mocking or degrading. Just a very average amount, I feel like.
"Look at how worked up you get just from me looking at you. You really are pathetic for me, sweetheart."
"Look at you, barely able to keep your eyes open and chasing after my hand like a needy little thing. You really can't help yourself, can you?"
β He constantly narrates exactly how you're reacting to him. He isn't guessing how you feel, he's actively reading your body language like a map and reflecting it back to you.
"Oh, so now you're being shy? Pretty sure it's a bit late for that, sweetheart."
β"You always turn your face away right when you get flustered. Don't do that. Let me look at you."
β"Every time I slow down, you completely shift to match me. Look at how you're leaning into it, sweetheart. You're letting me guide your entire pace right now."
β He loves really lazy morning sex, and it's when he's at his most vulnerable. It's a certain point in his day where he's not performing or being a protector for anyone, and his most honest, unguarded words come out.
"I love you so much. More than you'll ever know. I can't even put it into words."
"You're so fucking perfect. I don't understand it."
"You've saved me in so many ways just by existing. I don't know what I'd do without you."
β If you were ever insecure about any part of your body during intimacy, he shuts it down immediately. Not just to make you feel better, but because he's genuinely confused at your feelings as he loves that part of you so much. He doesn't just say "you're beautiful" or just tells you that he loves that part of you. He makes you feel genuinely worth.
"There isn't a single version of you that isn't completely worth having, through every single flaw and every good day."
β"Hey. Look at me. You're way too hard on yourself. You don't have to be flawless to be incredible and sexy, which you are, you know?"
β"Don't hide from me. Please."
β He loves talking to you during sex, as you know very well, but sometimes he gets so caught up in the pleasure that he stops for a bit, and all you're left with are his groans and moans and occasional whimpers when he really likes something you do. The only words that escape him when he gets like that are breathless curses or your name when he gasps it like a lifeline. Sometimes followed by the occasional, ragged "please," whether you're in control or not. It just escapes him every single time.
A/N: Sorry this took longer than it should've, I've been so busy π I've been doing loads of finals, I had to get my highlights in my hair retouched, my OCD had gotten like 10Γ worse randomly, and i just haven't really been active for a few days. I hope you enjoyed β‘
summary : doing your makeup while sitting on leon's lap
notes : really self indulgent tbh
credits to the owner of the divider!
leon was feeling incredibly clingy today and you'd love to indulge him at his antics but sadly, you have work.
as soon as you woke up earlier, leon was trying to get you back to bed while mumbling incoherently and making some grabby hands at you. your boyfriend is so cute to be honest, but you cant miss work today cause you have an important meeting with some heads so with a kiss on his forehead, you immediately went to get ready and made some quick breakfast.
you ate and drank your coffee at the kitchen alone, thinking that leon will probably wake up later but after finishing up, you decided that you'll bring some cup of coffee for him if he wants to spend his morning in the bedroom.
"why are you awake already?". you asked in confusion when you finally went back in your room with a steaming mug of coffee to do your make up and you saw leon getting out of the bathroom.
"cant sleep without you". he grumbled as he scratches his tummy while walking towards you.
you just shook your head in amusement at him while you went to your closet to finally change into some work clothes. just a simple black pencil skirt, paired with some brown silky long sleeve top. then after adjusting everything, you went to your vanity but you found leon sitting on your plush chair.
"baby, go back to sleep". you softly said as you ran a hand through his hair. you know he's still tired considering he actually just got back from a long week mission yesterday night.
a week of being away from each other, only texts and phone calls are keeping you both sane.
leon hummed against your touch before he wrapped an arm around your waist and guided you gently on to his lap. he squeezed you tight causing you to smile and give him a kiss on his head again.
guess youre doing your make up on his lap today.
with that, both of you just let the silence fill the room while you started putting on your makeup and he's just feeling you up and observing you. from time to time, he takes the mug of warm coffee from the table that you brought with you earlier and takes a sip.
the warmth of the coffee and your weight on him makes him sigh in delight, he missed this. it was only a week but he missed this.
"whats that?". he mumbled as he watched you put something thin on your eyelids.
"eyeliner, its a new brand too". you told him as you finished up putting it before closing your eyes and turned your head towards him. "blow, please".
obediently, he carefully blows on your eyes to make the eyeliner dry. he did it for a few more seconds while his thumb on your thigh caressed the skin.
so soft and warm.
you smiled at him when you finally opened your eyes and leon swore he fell in love again. he watched you put down the eyeliner down on the table and you took another small pink bottle with a circle top on it. you opened it gingerly and tapped the applicator lightly on your hand before closing it back up.
leon kissed your shoulder as you spread the blush on your hand with a finger before patting it on your cheeks and blending it while looking through the mirror infront of you. when you blended everything, you figured its time to put some powder on your face before layering it with a powder blush soon.
"looks so beautiful". he hummed as he watches you through the mirror. he loves the way your blush highlights your apple cheeks.
he watched you put more stuffs on your cheeks and dusting it with some small dab of highlighter. you smiled at him through the mirror before your hands rummaged through your pouch of lippies.
"should i put some lip liner on today?". you asked as you glanced down at the pouch and eyed the different colors.
"sure, hun". he honestly dont know whats a lip liner but he's sure its going to go on your lips, your kissable lips.
you beamed and you took a neutral color one before you leaned more forward towards the mirror with leon holding your hips tightly to not let you fall. you spread the liner with a finger along the bows and ends of your lips after putting it on then you picked a lip gloss.
"wanna kiss you". leon said as he watched you glide the lip gloss on your lips before smacking it together.
you laughed softly at him as you closed the product before you moved closer and wrapped your arms around his neck. he looked at you with heavy lidded eyes but the love in it is so present that you cant help but blush a little.
your hand found the hairs on his nape and you played with it softly as you gazed upon his soft eyes too. sleepy and clingy leon is such a sight for you. he's just so cute and lovely.
"pick me up later?". you asked softly.
"of course, hun". he gave you a sleepy smile and you leaned down to press your forehead against his. "i missed you so much".
"i missed you more, baby". you whispered before pressing your glossy lips on his causing him to hum.
You come home to Leon drunk, AGAIN, and you realize you just can't do this anymore.
TW + tags: Vendetta! Leon x DSO! Gn! Reader; use of y/n im sorry π; 4k+ words; leon is an alcoholic; mentions of reader self harm; angst; denial of addiction; leons kinda a dick for a sec; DESPERATE LEON MMMM; reader has a past with alcoholics, happy ending,
a/n: Uhhh I know this kinda butchered the timeline of vendetta Iβm sorry i had to do it for the sake of the story
Although i do proofread my work its still prone to errors because Iβm dyslexic ^_^
Β Β Β You sighed, slipping your key into the lock, twisting it until you heard a click. It was another grueling, demanding day of work. A three hour briefing of an upcoming mission for a couple of agents had drained the social battery out of you and stolen your night away.. Your watch read 12;27. You were ready to go inside, heat up some leftovers, collapse onto your bed, and cuddle up against your husband till sleep consumed you.Β
You pushed the door open and leaned against the wall, lazily slipping off your shoes and pushing them out of the way into a previously existing unordered pile. You closed the door behind you and locked it, rubbing your eyes and placing your jacket onto a coat hanger above the pile of shoes.Β
βIβm home!β You shouted into an empty abyss. You knew Leon was around here somewhere, you saw his car in the driveway, and his shoes were also messily placed by the door. But where he was in the house was beyond you. You slipped into the living room, tossing up a blanket on the couch to see if he was under it (although it was very obvious he wasn't)
You started to walk towards his office when out of the corner of your eye, you saw a dark shadow sitting at the kitchen island. You turned your head, and noticed his slumped over, unconscious body, presented in the dim warm light of the kitchen. A smile crept over you, as you walked over towards him. You stood running your hand through his hair, watching his small quiet breaths in and out.Β
You ran your eyes over the scene in front of you, your initial reaction was to assume he passed out some paperwork while waiting for you to come home. Before you could come up with another domestic scenario, you noticed it. A nearly empty bottle of whiskey sitting beside him on the counter. No glass (nor decency to not drink straight out of the bottle) just a bottle with a couple of drops congregating at the bottom.
You felt your face heat up, not with embarrassment, or sadness, but with anger. This was the 12th time youβd come home to him like this. By now you shouldβve just assumed if he was passed out at an unconventional spot, he was passed out drunk.Β
The past 12 times, Youβd tried to be sympathetic, kind, understanding, and help him break this unhealthy habit before it became worse. Before past situations reformed and became present ones. Youβd seen this all before. Clearly your words of advice weren't getting to him. But this was getting ridiculous. There was only so much help a person could offer, so much patience before things boiled over with words that were thought but left unsaid.Β
Soβ¦ like any rational person would, you picked up the glass bottle residing beside him, and slammed it onto the floor. The bottle shattered and broke onto the wood. Leon practically jumped out of his skin, immediately into fight mode.Β
He fought through the exhaustion and fuzzy vision, immediately calming down as he noticed your form towering over him. His gaze drifted to the bottle on the floor then back at you.Β
βThe hell-β
βThis is ridiculous. This has become ridiculous. You want to know how many times Iβve come home to this? 12 times. 12 times, Leon.βΒ
βWhatβ¦β He slurred, his tone bordering on irritation.Β
βI have been patient, I have been kind, Iβve tried my best to be sympatheticβ You rattled off, counting on your fingers. He stared at you with a stare and an expression that continued to swap between blunt confusion and annoyance. Right as he was about to open his mouth to speak, you started to ramble more.
βIs it just not enough? Am I not enough? I want to help you, I know the shit youβve gone through is worse than the average human can comprehend, but I want to help! I want to do something. Iβve spoken to you personally, and Iβve tried to let you talk to me on your own time. But now? Now I don't know what to do. I just can't keep coming home to this.β
βWhat in the world are you talking about?β He asked, his brows furrowed, his body relaxing against the kitchen counter again.
βThe drinking, Leon!β You yelled at him, finally letting it all boil over into a volume that wasn't used for everyday conversation. His body tensed again and he sat up once more. βIβm not gonna keep coming home to a man that's slumped over, covered in his own drool, and that smells like pure whiskey. Its one thing to let loose every once in a while, but this is fucking ridiculous. Sure, it was in the vows to be there for you, and help you through stuff- sickness and in health-, but how the hell am I supposed to help you if you wont let me! I can't do this shit anymore, this cat and mouse game! You need help!β
His silence was deafening and he just stared at you with a dumb stare that couldn't tell you if he was really listening and contemplating your words, or if everything was going in one ear and out the other. What could you expect from a drunk guy? Both of you looked at one another for a long while, your chest rose with heavy frustrated breaths. It was a long time before he said anything else.
βYouβre over exaggerating. I donβt need help. Just cause a guy gets drunk every now and then doesn't make it a problem.β God you had never wanted to slap him harder in your life.
βIβve met alcoholics Leon. Iβve lived with them. You're an alcoholic. This isn't an every now-and-then thing. Ive come home to this twelve times in two months! I can't imagine what goes on when I'm not aroundβ You explained with a sigh, trying not to yell at him again.Β
βBecause you have a past with alcoholics doesnβt make me one. Youβre just freaked out. You're making this into something its not.β His words made you feel belittled, like your previous experiences were nothing. Like this whole thing was nothing. Your next words practically poured out of you before you could even think.
βThe entire DSO can smell you before you even enter a room because you wreak of alcohol. The rest of us? Your friends, Leon, were not stupid. It doesn't take a genius to figure out you have a problem. We all know youre not stupid, so stop playing dumb and get some fucking help! Iβve already been through this shit once. Iβm not gonna sit here and wait for one of us to get hurt waiting. You need help! This isn't a healthy way to cope!β
You stood there, your mind was vexed and all you wanted to do was get him to understand. Clearly he needed a reality check, and If screaming at him for the next hour and a half would help, you would continue doing it.
But of course, his mouth worked quicker than his intoxicated mind.
βOh yeah cause you know all about healthy coping mechanisms. Iβve seen the shit you've done to your legs.β Almost immediately as the words were out of his mouth, he regretted them. It didnβt require a sober conscious to know he fucked up in 9 words. He sat there, unmoving, watching as you stood in front of him, your eyes wide and quickly glazing over with tears.
You hummed, your frustration dissipating and embarrassment replacing it. Embarrassed that you had trusted him enough to let him in on a vulnerable part of your life, just for it to be used against you when all you wanted to do was help. You stood up straight, your throat was tight and it was hard to swallow.Β
His irritated expression quickly resorted to a guilty one. He opened his mouth like he wanted to speak. You stared at each other once more before you decided you had TRULY had enough of this. Your threats of abandoning him were about to become reality. You turned on your heel, making a beeline to the bedroom, wiping away the tears before they could even fall. He frantically stood up, stumbling over his feet trying to follow you, trying to fix this.Β
βIβm sorry. Y/N I'm so sorry. I didnβt mean itβ He tried to grab your wrist as you both made it to the bedroom. You fumbled with the closet door and pulled out your suitcase. He watched, trying to support himself against the door frame.Β
You unzipped the bag and started to pile miscellaneous clothes into your bag, some underwear, shirts, jeans, a couple office wear outfits for work (that may or may not have matched). Leon staggered his way in front of you, gently trying to grab at your shoulders.
βPlease, I'm sorry. Donβt leave. I didnβt mean it.β He slurred. Maybe it was the alcohol or his guilty conscience, but he wiped himself of his dignity and slid onto his knees. His eyes bore into yours and he pleaded with you. You continued to ignore him, sliding your necessary skincare and makeup into a small travel bag and zipping that up too. You ripped your phone charger and laptop charger out of the wall, threw that on top of all your clothes chaotically placed in your luggage.
βY/n please stop..β He begged, desperation in his dilated eyes. He watched as you walked around the bedroom, grabbing whatever you needed. The small and miscellaneous items that he rarely noticed but made the room felt devoid of life. He felt helpless, and he knew this feeling was nothing more than the consequences of his own actions. Now he had to sit here and watch as it unfolded.Β
Finally, you zipped up the bag and tossed it onto the floor. You knelt down, grabbing his chin and forcing his pathetic face to look at you. You studied his flushed cheeks and dilated pupils, the dark circles under his eyes and dry lips; no doubt the result of the immense quantity of alcohol swarming around in his blood stream.
βIβm leaving for a couple of days. By the time Iβm back you better have your shit together or you can consider this, done.β Tears strolled down his eyes as he looked at you, and you were pretty sure this was the first time youβd ever seen him cry. As much as you wanted to coddle him and tell him he would be fine, that you weren't going to leave, youβd given him his chance. Multiple chances, infact. Youβd tried to help him. If he wanted you to stay bad enough heβd fix it himself.Β
You let go of his face and stood up. pulling your luggage behind you, past him, past your shared bedroom, and passed the shards of glass. He pushed himself up off the floor, tripping and gripping the open dresser drawers as he struggled to follow after you.Β
βPlease.. don't leave!β He shouted, not in an angry tone, but in a desperate, last pathetic attempt. Like you were his lifeline and he just couldn't bear to part with you. But It certainly hadn't felt that way the past 12 times you'd come home to him drunk. You ignored him and pulled your keys off the counter. You were out the door before you could make the terrible decision to stay.Β
By the time you even made it to a hotel you had 23 messages on your phone from Leon. All of them read something along the lines of: Iβm sorry, please come back, where are you staying? when will you be back? Can I come see you?Β
You turned off your location because the last thing you needed was for him to drive in his intoxicated state.
By the time you made it to your room- which was about 13 messages later- he seemed to have given up (or passed out drunk), and it was now radio silence. You continued your nightly routine without his presence by your side, and although the weight of the argument was on your mind, it couldn't overpower your need for sleep.Β
Your morning was also fairly normal, still no new texts or calls from Leon. The only thing your routine suffered from was a lack of color coordination the night before when you hurriedly stuffed a couple of outfits into a bag. You arrived at work as per usual, and PRAYED Leon wasn't waiting in your office for you. You let out a sigh of relief when you finally sat down at your desk, no flowers, no card, no mile long email, and best of all, no leon- at least yet.Β
You went about work as you normally would, the argument the night prior lingered on your mind. Were you too hard on him? Should you have tried to comfort him again? insecurity started to creep into your mind. Despite what your mind telling you, in your heart you knew you weren't wrong. It wasn't wrong for you to not want to live with an alcoholic again, to suffer abuse again. Leon knew your past, and you just couldnβt help but think he wasn't taking it seriously.Β
By lunch you were starting to get concerned. As much as you were dreading another confrontation with Leon, at work nonetheless, you hadnβt received another text since around 1:30 last night. Was he okay?Β
βWhateverβ You mumbled to yourself, trying not to let your anxiety get to you. You swiped your keys off your desk, taking long strides through the building towards the elevator. Coincidentally, Leon's secretary, Amanda, also happened to be making her way towards the elevator too.Β
She was a nice lady, only a couple years older than you and Leon. She wore Red framed glasses with the thickest lenses you had ever seen. So thick that without looking you could swear her ID read βlegally blindβ. She had gorgeous dark red hair that ran all the way down to her thighs. But most of the time she kept it tied up in a bun. She was pale as a ghost and god forbid she stood in the sun, she could burn to a crisp in 5 minutes if she decided to not wear sunscreen on a cloudy day.Β
The elevator arrived at your floor with a ding. You and Amanda entered, offering each other a smile, your polite expressions mirrored on the metal grey door as it slid shut.
βOut for lunch?β She asked, fumbling with a couple folders in her arms.Β
βYea. You?β You replied, a yawn following at the end of your sentence. It seemed your lack of sleep last night was getting to you.Β
βNah. Copy room on this floor is too busy. First floors copy room is never busyβ She hummed, and silence fell over the two of you, you stared at the blurry reflection of yourself on the metal doors, before deciding to take advantage of this moment with Amanda.
βHave you seen Leon yet?β You questioned, turning to her. As you conversed with her you could see your reflection in her thick lenses. You prayed it was just a warped likeness and you really didnβt look that terrible.
βNope. Why? Do you need me to send him a message or something?β
βNo, quite the opposite actually.β
βUh oh, trouble in paradise?β
βMore like a hurricane in paradise.βΒ
βWanna talk about it?β
βNot really. You know where he's at though? So I can avoid him?β
βHe's on a mission. He was sent through the BSAA to New York City around 30 minutes ago. I figured he told you-βΒ
βShit.β You cut her off unintentionally, running your hand down your face. The elevator made it to the first floor and you practically stormed out of there the moment those doors opened.Β
15 minutes later you found yourself sitting at a table of a locally owned cafe waiting for your food. You stared daggers at your phone resting on the table. Leon's contact page wide open. A blank text message and his desperate texts from last night displayed. That stupid cursor blinked back and forth as if challenging you to say something. You were caught between sending him an instantaneous apology text; or leaving him in bitter silence until he got back. That was IF he got back.
You knew whatever the hell you typed wouldnβt be sincere. Though you did not feel guilt for calling him out on his bullshit behaviour. You felt guilt for your abrupt leave being his potentially last encounter with you. That argument being his last words shared with you. Anything could happen on a mission. You knew that very well from the frequent funerals of DSO agents you attended.Β
Those words you wanted to say never transcribed into a full sentence. Many messages went unsent then were deleted. Your head screamed at you to text him something, anything so your absence wouldn't be the last thing you said to him. The day went by and although your work was completed that message was the only thing that remained unaccomplished.Β
So now you sat, watching the week go by. With each passing hour you felt guiltier for not saying anything. That unresolved guilt became anger very quickly. You were angry with him, yourself, the whole world. You consulted with your friend to help with the text but to much avail you never sent anything. You bugged Amanda every other hour for an update on Leon and the mission status, but after he arrived in New York City he went off the radar.Β
You wished the static of radio silence filled your head. So that sound could overpower the doubt and guilt in your mind. You prayed Leon would come home just so you could yell at him one more time. So he could pass out drunk and you could wake him with the vengeful destruction of a bottle. So You could see those icy blue eyes of his disappear behind the dilation of his pupil. Him on his knees begging for you to stay. This time it would be different. He would listen to your concerns and take them to heart. Realize you were right and that this anger you expressed was for his well being.
Was it selfish to want that? To have the same scenario reoccur and expect a different outcome?
You lay awake in bed at night, staring at the ceiling wondering where he was. If he was alive. Was he dying, staring at his phone, rereading previous text messages whilst silently praying you would send him one final text?
Finally after two weeks you stopped asking Amanda about Leonβs whereabouts.
You treated his absence as if he were already dead. Life went by in one long never ending stream. You couldnβt remember when this feeling of nothing began and when it would end. To forget it all you embraced work. Staying up till the wee hours of the night and beginning in the quiet hours of the morning.Β
You thought about the immense amount of work you were doing. You laughed to yourself at the irony and realized maybe you were just as bad as Leon. He drowned himself in alcohol to forget his thoughts and to forget your thoughts you drowned yourself in work.Β
It was going on a month since you had last heard and seen Leon. At least, that's what your calendar said. In your mind it felt like months, a year even. You drove home in the quiet of the night, your phone read 2:00 AM. Music played from your car's speaker at an unhealthy volume. Some bland pop song blasting throughout the vehicle because you heard somebody say once βit's hard to feel sad when you're listening to pop musicβ which in a way was right. (but you were pretty sure this was the 18th time you had heard this song this week)
You parked your car, and as you cut the engine the music cut as well, leaving you with an overwhelming feeling of silence. You walked to the front door, the solar porch light buzzing at a low frequency. You slid your key into the lock and hummed the tune to the pop song you were previously listening to. Curse that obnoxiously catchy beat now you were going to have that song stuck in your head for the whole night.Β
You locked the door behind you and kicked off your shoes. You threw off your jacket and hung it up on the coat rack. You sighed and made your way towards the kitchen, but halfway there you froze. Through the silence of the night you heard a sound behind the front door. Whoever was behind it attempted to turn the door handle, only to be stopped by the lock.Β
You turned around slowly, trying not to move suddenly and make any noise that might alert the intruder. You heard the sound of something sliding into the lock. Presumably a lock pick. You ran to the bedroom, already recalling the safeβs code that held Leon's emergency gun. You opened the closet doors, shoving aside Leon's jackets. The safe made a quiet beep with every number typed in.
It clicked open and before your fingers could wrap around the gun you heard your name being called.Β
You froze, convincing yourself that wasnβt who you thought it was. You were hearing things and this was just a part of the grief process. Your fingers gently wrapped around the gun, clicking off the safety. Footsteps thumped and became closer and closer.Β
βY/n?β You turned your head slowly. You told yourself you were hallucinating. Or a nightmare crossed over into a dream. Somewhere in reality you were passed out at your desk still at the DSO. Regardless of your doubts, you still stood up and ran to him. Abandoning the gun and enveloping yourself in Leonβs arms. You stayed quiet and allowed yourself to feel his breath along your neck, his heartbeat against your chest, his hands around your back.Β
If this was a hallucination you still took advantage of the feeling of him next to you. Even if it was your mind playing tricks on you. Who knows when you might meet him again in your dreams.
βIβm so sorry.β He mumbled against your neck, the vibration carrying itself through your skin. βI shouldnβt have said those things. I shouldβve listened to you. I fucked up and Iβm so sorry for it.βΒ
You said nothing but your appreciation wasn't lost in the way you held him tighter. You two stood like that for a while longer. His warm breath caressed your skin and his hands greedily pushed you closer to him to hold you tighter. That's when you knew then that this wasn't a hallucination.Β
βI have something for you..β He mumbled into your shoulder. You two separated and he guided you to sit down on the edge of the bed. He flicked on the lamp on the bedside table, both of you blinked rapidly as you adjusted to its light.Β
You watched intently as he pulled something out of his pocket. Now that you could both see you noticed something about him. You leaned in closer, studying his face. His skin was clear, His hair was brushed neatly, and most importantly he smelled clean. And it wasnβt that he didnβt normally smell clean. But for the first time in a while, his presence wasn't laced with the stench of whiskey.
βHere we go.β He muttered, pulling out a small coin. He held your wrist and turned it over with all the care in the world. Your palm faced upward, forbearingly he placed the coin in your hand. Your gaze slowly descended to the chip in your hand. Handling it as if it were the most precious diamond in the world, you brought it closer to your face to read.Β
In clear Ariel fonted words it read βOne Week Soberβ.
Your eyes looked into Leons again, then back at the chip.
βAre you serious?β You pondered, staring into his eyes for clarification. He smiled softly, eyes glaring into yours.
βIβm serious.β He professed, grabbing your free hand. He smiled, one that finally met his eyes. One that wasnβt weighed down by the side effects of alcohol.
You grinned and launched yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and forcing him into a tight embrace.Β
βIβm so proud of you.β
Uhm would anybody want to read part 2 and its reader helping leon with alcohol withdrawal and possible relapse i feel like nobody talks about the withdrawal and recovery part of an addiction enough :(
The low hum of the bar faded into the background as he guided you toward the pool table in the back corner. Dim lights cast a golden glow over the green felt, and the clack of balls from other tables seemed distant now. "Here," he murmured, voice low and smooth like aged whiskey. Heβd rolled up the sleeves of his black button-down earlier, exposing strong forearms corded with muscle and faint veins that flexed as he picked up a cue. The fabric strained slightly over his shoulders, and you tried not to stare.
You gripped the cue awkwardly, suddenly hyper-aware of how close he stood behind you. βIβve never been good at this.β
βThatβs why Iβm teaching you, sweetheart.β His chest brushed your back as he leaned in, one hand settling lightly on your hip to adjust your stance. The heat of his palm burned through the thin fabric of your dress. βBend forward a little more.β You did, feeling the cool edge of the table against your hips. He stepped in fully then, his body molding against yours from behind in one fluid motion. Tall, solid, and far too warm.
βLike this,β he whispered. His breath ghosted over the sensitive skin of your neck, sending a shiver racing down your spine. You could smell his cologne; something dark and woody that made your head feel fuzzy. His fingers slid down your arm, wrapping around your hand on the cue to correct your grip. His thumb stroked once along the side of your wrist, almost absentmindedly, but the way your breath hitched told him everything.
βEyes on the cue ball,β he continued, lips brushing the shell of your ear. βNot the pocket yet. You need to feel the angle first.β His other hand moved to your shoulder, pressing you gently into the proper form. You were caged between his arms now, trapped in the most delicious way possible. Every small shift of his body against yours sent sparks through you, the hard plane of his chest, the subtle flex of his thighs behind yours.
You tried to focus on the shot, but all you could think about was how perfectly he fit against you, how his breath kept teasing your neck with every instruction, warm and ragged like he was fighting the same tension you were. βRelax,β he said huskily, his mouth hovering just below your ear. βYouβre too tense. Let me help.β
He adjusted your elbow, his fingers lingering far longer than necessary, tracing down to your wrist again. When you finally took the shot, the cue ball struck with a sharp crack, but you barely noticed where it went. All you registered was the way his grip tightened on your hip as he praised you softly. βThere you go, baby, you're a natural.β
The words hit low in your stomach. You straightened up slowly, turning in the small space he allowed you. His eyes were dark, locked on your lips for a beat too long before flicking back up. βAgain?β he asked, the corner of his mouth curving into a smirk that promised much more than another lesson.
You swallowed hard, pulse racing. βYeahβ¦ I think I need a lot more practice.β
a/n: i saw a video on tiktok about this and had to write it lol
the lens above you was focused, the red light blinking every few moments as it captured every second of what was happening on the bed below. leon, the man behind the camera, held a small camcorder in his right hand surprisingly steady despite the way his hips rolled slowly between your widely spread thighs. every thrust forward made your tits bounce beautifully, the sight drawing leon's attention away from the camera to stare down at the way they jiggled in sync with his hips. your moans filled the room alongside leon's low grunts that escaped every time his hips snapped forward, plunging his thick cock deeper inside your tight heat.
at first, leon wasn't all that keen when you suggested filming your own home video, as he wanted to savor you completely, without distractionβ but as soon as he hit record, he felt his dick throb once he saw how beautiful you looked at his mercy. and god, were you a sight he absolutely wouldn't mind rubbing one out toβ especially when he way away during a mission.
leon groaned low in his throat, the sound rough and hungry, pushing his hips into yours to bury himself as deep as possible. for a moment the camera dipped slightly as his focus shifted to your face. you were staring right where you were both connected, the sloppy, slick sounds of him battering your g-spot echoing alongside your breathy moans. he followed your gaze, watching himself disappear inside you and the way you clenched around him like you were trying to suck him back in whenever he dragged his hips back.
"fuck... look at that," he breathes, adjusting his grip on the camera to angle it downward, showing a close-up of his cock stretching you open, the creamy ring of your arousal coating the base of his shaft with every deep thrust. the camera captured every filthy detailβ the way your folds clung to him, every slick sound of his cock sinking inside your heat, and the way your greedy cunt clenched and fluttered every time he dragged his hips back.
"so fucking pretty," he murmurs, pulling your hips against his rhythmically, rubbing soft circles into the skin as his eyes zero in on your two connected sexes.
he pushed back in hard, bottoming out with a wet smack that made your tits bounce, ripping a loud moan from your throat. he started fucking you in slower, heavier strokes, pulling out just enough for the camera to see everything before driving back in deep, grinding against your g-spot on every forward roll of his hips. the slow, yet sharp snap of his hips was undeniably intense, punching the air from your lungs whenever his throbbing tip kissed your cervix.
"eyes on the camera, baby," he commands, his hand sliding from your hip to cup your left tit, groping the soft flesh in his palm. he squeezed firmly, thumb brushing over your hardened nipple as he gave it a rough, appreciative knead. you moan softly, head falling back slightly when his thumb began to rub circles into the sensitive nub. your gaze finally shifted, glossy eyes focusing back on the lens above you as you moan out helplessly beneath him.
leon let out a deep sound of approval, hand leaving your breast only to grip your soft cheeks, squishing your face a little as he held your jaw, forcing your heated, fucked-out face toward the camcorder.
"that's it... look right at it," he murmured, lips curling up a bit as he kept you pinned in place for the camera. "you'll do anything for me, won't you, baby? yeah?" you mewl softly, biting your bottom lip as you nod desperately in his grasp. his thumb pressed against your lower lip, forcing it open and parting it slightly while he continued his slow, devastating thrusts, dragging his thick cock against your g-spot with every roll of his hips.
you whimpered pathetically, nodding as best you could in his firm grip. "yes, leon⦠love it s'much, please," he hums, thumb stroking your lower lip slowly before pushing it into your mouth.
"suck," he commands, and you eagerly take his finger into your mouth. you moan unashamedly around the digit, eyes fluttering slightly as your hand comes up to wrap around his wrist, holding him there as you sucked obediently. you hum, eyes closing as you fervently swirl your tongue around his thumb.
leonβs breath hitched, a deep, hungry groan rumbling in his chest at the sight. the way you so eagerly took everything for him, the way you clenched around him whenever he drove inside you impossibly deeper... he didn't think he'd be able to maintain this slow of a pace anymore.
"shit... fucking perfect," he rasped, voice strained and rough, his thrusts quickening impatiently as the camera began to shake ever so slightly. "you love it, baby? being my pretty little porn star? yeah?" he says, and when your pretty eyes flicker up to meet his, he knew he was done for. you were so eager, so needy, so fucking pliant for him, and it turned him on beyond belief. "god, you're just asking for it, huh?" leon groans, pulling out of you abruptly, earning a needy whine from you that vibrated around his thumb.
he moves quickly, pulling the digit from your mouth with a wet pop before setting up the camera on the nightstand next to your shared bed, adjusting the angle so he could see everything perfectly later. the red light kept blinking steadily from its new position, recording everything in full.
he turns back to you, eyes hungry and swirling with lust as he grips both of your thighs and roughly pushes them back toward your chest, folding you in half. the new position spreads you obscenely wide, letting him sink impossibly deeper. he positions himself back between your legs, dragging his tip over your folds and teasing your swollen clit before pushing back inside you in one full, forceful thrust. you gasp slightly, biting your lip at the fullness of his cock inside you again.
"fuck⦠yeah," leon grunts, gripping your thighs harder when he bottoms out. you whimper softly, eyebrows pulled together and cunt clenching desperately around his cock from how stuffed you feel. "feels good, huh?" he asks teasingly, absentmindedly rubbing little circles into your thighs before thrusting forward sharply. the motion draws a gurgled moan from you, back arching almost painfully at how deep he is.
the once slow, deliberate rolls of his hips quickly turned into desperate, hungry thrusts that slammed into you with purpose. the change in pace has him breathing heavier, jaw tight and eyebrows pulled together in pure bliss as he fucked his cock inside of you. you choke out a moan, hands flying up to his biceps as your gaze shifts to his piercing blue eyes. leon meets your gaze, eyes flitting down to your lips before smashing his mouth against yours in a filthy, desperate kiss.
the kiss is messy and heated as he swallows every moan you make, driving his hips into yours faster as his grip on your thigh tightens. he moans lowly, the sound muffled by his tongue that was intertwined with yours as he fucks you deeper, the slick drag of his cock stretching you open with every desperate snap of his hips. he doesnβt give you a chance to breathe, fucking you hard and deep, his hips snapping forward with brutal precision. each thrust punches the air from your lungs and forces your walls to flutter wildly around his thick cock. leon breaks the kiss with a wet sound, right hand leaving your thigh to grip your jaw to angle it towards the camera next to you, capturing every filthy detail.
"look at the camera, baby..." he says, turning his head with you, staring directly into the lens right beside you, his face flushed and pupils blown wide with arousal. "yeah, that's it... just like that," his voice was low and rough, dripping with filth as he kept your jaw locked in place, making sure the camera got a perfect view of your wrecked expression. your eyebrows pull together, your eyes watering ever so slightly as you stare into the camera next to you, hands gripping leon's biceps to anchor yourself amidst his sharp, unrelenting thrusts.
"look so pretty getting fuckin' wrecked, baby," he tightened his grip on your jaw, fingers pressing into your flushed cheeks as he forced you to keep staring straight into the blinking red light. his hips slammed forward with brutal force, driving every thick inch of his cock balls-deep into your soaked, fluttering cunt. leonβs thrusts grew faster and more punishing, the wet slap of skin against skin loud and obscene. he could feel the way you were gripping him, your walls fluttering more often as he pushed past the tightening of your gummy walls.
"leonβ god, fuckβ i'm gonna cum," you gasped desperately, voice breaking as he pistons his cock deeper inside you. your eyes roll back slightly, the pressure in your abdomen slowly building as your walls flutter around his cock violently, throat dry and sore as you let out a string of desperate moans.
"yeah?" leon murmured, his voice teasing as he as he kept your jaw firmly tilted toward the lens. "cameraβs really got you this worked up, huh?" he hums, a grin tugging at his lips as he gazes down at your form writhing beneath him. he tilts your chin a little higher toward the lens, thumb gently stroking your heated cheek, all while he drove his cock deep and against that spot that made your loud moans turn into breathless whimpers.
you nod deperately, moans high-pitched and airy as you listen to the filth that leaves his mouth. the wet, obscene slap of skin on skin grew louder as he picked up speed, pounding into you with relentless force. your tits bounced wildly with every punishing snap of his hips, and your walls fluttered and clenched around him like you were trying to milk him dry.
"yeah, yesβ love it s'muchβ" you gasped, voice shaky and high-pitched. he suddenly tightened his grip on your jaw and turned your face away from the camera, guiding your gaze back toward him, your wide, watery eyes meeting his intense ones. his pupils were blown wide with lust, a thin veil of sweat covering his forehead as he stared down at you.
"yeah? you gonna cum for me, right on camera?" his hips never stopped their brutal rhythm, pounding into you with deep, punishing strokes that made your soaked pussy squelch obscenely around his thick cock. you let out a tiny whine, your eyes glossy as you tighten up around him, his words like a firestarter to your already burning arousal.
leonβs intense eyes stayed locked on yours, dark and commanding, refusing to let you look away even for a second. his grip on your jaw was firm, almost bruising, keeping your flushed, tear-streaked face tilted perfectly toward him while the camera continued recording every filthy detail from the side.
"answer me." he grunts, voice firm and dripping with lust as he slammed into you harder, grinding his cock against that sensitive spot deep inside. "you gonna show me how much you like it? huh baby?" he drawls. you could barely form words, your mind hazy with overwhelming pleasure as his thick cock stretched and ruined your dripping cunt with every thrust.
"mhmm, yes, leonβ i'mβ fuck, i'm cummingβ" you blabber out, and leon quickly slides his free hand between your bodies, thumb pressing against your swollen clit. he rubbed firm, rough circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves while never slowing the devastating rhythm of his cock. your thighs begin to shake around him, the added stimulation making your moans turn into high-pitched whimpers and whines that bordered on sobs.
"that's it, baby," leon groans, his own orgasm building the tighter your walls gripped him. he thumb presses harder against your pulsing clit, rubbing slow, yet hard circles into the bud. "show me how much you love this." he says, hips grinding into yours with every forward thrust. his hand drops from your cheeks to roam down your body, pushing your right thigh to your chest to push himself deeper all while thumbing merciless little circles into your sensitive clit.
your eyebrows pull together in sheer pleasure, mouth falling open as you come apart under his touch. your orgasm is intense, walls clamping down around him like a vice as you grip his biceps hard. your moans are high-pitched and whiny, almost breathless as leon coos down at you, his own orgasm quickly approaching.
"fuck, there you go," he hums, drinking in every expression you make as the pleasure consumes you. his thrusts become erratic, determined to reach his peak that was quickly approaching. his grip on your thigh tightens, pushing your leg a little higher as he fucks you through your intense orgasm.
your clit pulses violently under his thumb, the once tight, fast circles that he traced slowing down but still as firm as they were before. your thighs trembled from the intensity of your orgasm, breathing heavy and labored as the pleasure begins to flow into the beginnings of overstimulation. you whine when leonβs thumb brushes over your sensitive clit, moving the digit up and down lightly, causing your cunt to grip him impossibly tighter.
"taking it so well, baby," he coos, leaning down to nestle his face into the crook of your neck, thumb finally leaving your clit. his forearms settle next to your head, thrusts turning shallow and quick while he breathes heavily against your neck. leon groans at the way your walls grip him, jaw clenching tight as his cock begins to swell inside of you. he presses his body closer, chest flush against yours, hips snapping with quick, needy strokes. his voice drops even lower, dripping with lust right beside your ear. "fuckβ fuck, baby," he moans, eyebrows threaded together in sheer pleasure as he fucks into you relentlessly.
his hips stutter against yours slightly, a loud, guttural moan falling from his lips as his orgasm peaks. he completely stills, pushing himself as far inside your puffy cunt as he can as his warm cum floods your fluttering walls. you whimper quietly at the feeling of his throbbing tip pressing against your cervix, hot ropes of cum filling you up as he grinds his hips into you slowly, fucking you through his orgasm. his moans begin to quiet, the sound of his heavy breathing amplified against your neck.
leon presses tiny, short kisses against your neck, exhaling in satisfaction as he finally catches his breath from the intensity of his orgasm. he lifts his head slightly, sliding his softening cock out of your cunt with a wet sound. a thick trickle of his release immediately leaked from your cunt, and you grimace a bit at the feeling. leon, however, can't take his eyes off the erotic sight.
"fuck... why didn't we do this sooner?" he murmurs, easing off of you to reach for the camera that was still recording you both. before you can protest, leon's already angling the camera down to your used, freshly-stuffed cunt, capturing the way his thick cum slowly leaks from your swollen folds. the sight pulls a low, hungry groan from leon's chest. his free hand gently spreads one of your thighs wider, giving the lens a better view of his cum dripping out of you. "shit, baby, think you can go again?"
you groan in protest, hand moving up to shove the camera playfully, obscuring the lens. "you're impossible." you say, rolling your eyes at his insatiability. he lets out a breathy chuckle at that, finally shutting the camera off after consciously double-checking the video was saved then sets it aside on the nightstand.
nierβs note ποΈ:Β wow uhm yeah.. this took way too long to get out hello. lowkey forgot about this blog for a bit sry guys... anywaysss im back with another banger or whatever wish i actually had more motivation to write more than this hello!!! hope u all enjoy anyways x
leon doesnβt like when you spend money that isnβt his
older rich boyfriend!leon x slightly materialistic fem!reader
fluff
a/n: another quick little one that came to mind β€οΈ . έ Λ
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your older boyfriend leon is intensely but quietly protective when you buy expensive things. youβve been saving money but youβve also been eyeing a new dress at your favourite boutique, and so of course you immediately bought it when it finally went on sale.
later in the day, leon spontaneously took you out for a dateβhe didnβt even text or call, but you heard him revving up his car outside your apartment, likely to take you out to dinner or to a movie.
he waits for you patiently, leaning against the door. he never rushes you. when you finally come out, you greet him with a tiptoed hug and kiss on his cheek, his hand resting on your lower back.
you both hurry into your seats, and he looks at you with his usual small smile, running his hand over the round of your head gently.
βhey, doll.β
βlook!β you flatten out the creases in your dress, βit went on sale!β you squeal.
he looks at you confused. like, eyebrow raised, mouth agape confused, nonverbal. you ignore it, used to his age showing through his mental delay.
βthey had a really cute hair bow to match it! and it was all only like.. two-fifty!β you add, and leon tilts his head at you, still unresponsive.
you continue ignoring his expression, then start to buckle yourself up. while youβre distracted, leon reaches into his pocket and grabs his wallet, sifting through the cash sleeve and pulling his out five one hundred dollar bills. half a thousand dollars. you settle into your seat, looking to leon and waiting for him to start the car, but instead heβs holding out the bills without even looking at you.
βiβwhatββ
βtake it.β
you push his hand away gently, βleon,β you in a tone that implies heβs done this before. he has. he grabs your hand and pries your fingers open, placing the money in your palm.
βthere.β he grumbles, rubbing his stubble and sniffling.
βleon come on, thatβs way too much.β you sigh, putting the cash in his lap.
βplease,β he scoffs. he looks at you for a second, sneers, then leans towards you and reaches for your chest. he gently lifts the top of your dress, revealing the strap of your lacy bra, then he tucks the cash under it, leaving you nonverbal. he smiles to himself, satisfied.
βthatβs a pretty one. did i buy that?β
you roll your eyes, shaking your head with a grin. you know thereβs no way out of this.
βyouβre unbelievable.β
βand you are gorgeous. i should always pay to see you.β
He's pounding into you with harsh precision, each hard swip! Of his balls slapping against your ass filled the room accompanied with your shared gasping and moaning.
Satoru's been insisting on pulling out lately and you hate it. You want him to fill you up and make your insides white not pull out and cum on your stomach.
It made you sad because why wouldn't he want to fill you up? He always came inside of you till... Recently.
Based on how his body was trembling and twitching above you, you knew he was close. You knew his high was creeping up and you had the perfect idea.
You force his eyes to make eye contact with yours as your hands cup his face, cunt fluttering around him at how red his cheeks got. "Y-you close, baby?", he huffs out a "Y-yeah!" and brings his head down to snuggle in your neck. Satorus pace quickens making the bed squeak out with the rhythm; the sheer force of his pace has your body moving up with each plunge his cock slams into you.
Any second now. Your legs wrap around his hips and lock together giving him no room to pull out and cum on your tummy. Perfect.
"'M gonna cum! Lemme pulll ouuuut-!" Satoru whimpers and his body shockwaves against yours as he's trying oh so hard to hold himself back but your legs tighten your hold around his waist, it makes a pool of arousal wave through him. The feeling of you taking some sort of control makes something in him snap as his hips speed up in a messy, sloppy rhythm.
"B-baby-!" Satorus eyes roll back and his muscles tense before letting out a loud wail as his body convulses. His cock fills you riiight up with his thick seed and it wasn't a little amount, no. It was such a big amount that you could feel warmth spurting into your abdomen and leaking out on the sheets bellow.
"Made me cum inside.... Hah....." His Cerulean eyes flicker down to you with a slight smirk, "You fuckin wanted this huh?" Your half lidded eyes meet his and you smile; giving him his answer.
"Fuckin' slut." He grits out before snapping his hips against you in unforgiving speed. You scream out with how sensitive you were still and your hands clench at his shoulders each time his mushroomed tip kissed your womb. It wasn't even funny at how your tummy bulged each time he thrusted himself deeper.
Your legs were jumping and twitching around him, "S-sllooowww-! Angh-! D-doowhn-! O-oh-!" You're cut off with a specific thrust that echoes in the room as he stops and grinds against you.
"What huh? Now its too much?" He coos and you dumbly nodd your head making a wicked smile tug his lips. "Too bad, We'll be here for a while."
"Wha-" You can't even get a word out before you're flipped over and he's resumed his rhythm, fucking into you like its the last time he'll ever be inside of you.
Yeah. It was going to be a very long night.
A/n- hey guys I'm still alive I promise!! I'm trying to post as much as I can π im still finishing up my Toji fic so take this drabble I can offer.... I hope it's okay and you have a lovely day lovelies <33
Dead Dove Do Not Eat β‘ MDNI NSFW 18+ β‘ Somnophilia (Half-conscious) β‘ Dubcon β‘ Unprotected Sex β‘ Creampie β‘ Cock Riding β‘ Dirty Talk β‘ No Proofreading β‘ No Use of Y/N β‘ English Is Not The Author's First Language
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In your defense, men are easy.Β
After graduating, you didnβt 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 whileβand youβre good to go to his place. There, you improvise with a way to slide him a sleeping pill, make out if heβs 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.Β
Then you kiss his forehead good nightβand 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 donβt even remember his name. Somethingβ¦ 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. Heβs 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.
βYou donβt seem to mind all βem eyes on us, sexy,β Leopold grunts, voice hoarse and unsteady.Β
βI mean, to be loved is to be seen or whatever they say. I donβt mind people watching me and my pussy getting loved good,β you grin, rubbing on his cock once more. βAre you shy, Lβ handsome?β
β¦Was it Leopold? No, it was somethingβ¦ French? Italian? Something closer to Leroy.
Leroyβs eyes glint with mirth as his palms slide down to your hipbones to still you. βMaybe a little. Havenβt even had a single threesome in my life. Can you believe that, gorgeous?β His finger grasps the strap of your top, snapping it against your skin.
You look up at him with a long face. βNo, I canβt,β you sigh, shaking your head. βWhat a pity. You deserve more than that, though. Likeβ¦ four girls on you. No, five. But Iβd get jealous, then.β
You latch your lips onto his neck and you actually enjoy it, and Lβdude does too exposing his throat obediently.
βAnywayβ¦ I got three good holes. You can try each and every one,β you bite his earlobe gently. βDonβt tell me no girl ever let you into her shithole.β
Leroyβs eyes widen at your filthy language but then his lips twitch in a smirk. βHad a fewβ¦ tries. Canβt say that it went well. You had any guys in your pucker, huh?β 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.
βMmm, thatβs a little secret. Canβt ask a girl that during your first date,β you giggle into his nape.Β
The peepaw grins even wider. βIs that right? First date? Thatβs your idea of a first date?β
You match your grin, unable to stop yourself from licking a stripe down his neck. βNot really. Justβ¦ maybe I am a little slutty but if we consider it a first date, that wouldnβt be weird if you took me to your place, right?β
You feel his breath hitch somewhere in his throat. βYouβdβ¦ like that?β
βBabyboy, my panties are soaked through.β 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, youβre surprised, as well. But heβs 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. Heβs 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 thickβass 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, youβd definitely go raw with him so you could babytrap him. Damn, maybe you actually should do that. You could even quit your soβcalled βjobβ. Stayβatβhome 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 homeβbut itβs clean and minimalistic. Too minimalistic, for your taste: you bedazzled everything in sight. And he didnβt even own much stuffβa few plates, one pan, a couple of spoons and so on. When you just met, he mentioned casually that heβs 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.
βSoβ¦ you want something to drink, baby? I got quite a collection,β he gestured to his minibar proudly.
Every damn man offers you something to drink at his place like itβs their default setting or something. Theyβre 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 shortsβ pocket as you smile at him mischievously. βJust plain water, please. Halfβfull. Thanks, hot boy.β
βWater, coming right up.β He salutes to you and opens the tap, then moves to fill the glass with water.Β
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 todayβs your lucky day. If it isnβtβ¦ youβd 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. βThanks, handsome. Oh, whatβs that thing you got over there?β
He turns his head in the direction and it takes you just one millisecond to pop a pill into the drink. Now, even if heβs smart and makes you drink it, you know how to save your ass. Just got to drink more clear water so the concentration wouldnβt be too big for your system. You had a fewβ¦ slipβups but never anything major.
Itβs not lethal by any means, couldnβt hurt him not in any case. Just a little something to sedate him. To give him a sleep so good heβd feel all nice and relaxed. He should be grateful, really. You know exactly how long those pills are activeβthree hours, four max. Just perfectly enough for you.
Now youβre not sure that his name is Leroy. Itβs somethingβ¦ something Leβish. How the fuck are you supposed to call him in your head?
He turns back at you, frowning. βThat thing? You mean electroguitar? Used to strum it back in the days.β
You honestly couldnβt care less but you still nod your head, then frowning in the most confused way possible. βHmm, water tastesβ¦ weird.β
His eyebrows arch. βWeird? How weird?β
βJust try it, hot boy.Β Canβt even explain it,β 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 itβd take a little more to actually acknowledge it.
Just like you predicted.Β
βYeah, tastes likeβ¦ piss and shit combined. Ew,β he squeezes his oceanβblues shut. What a pity. Thatβs a pretty pair of eyes.
You lean down to check the clock face. Shouldnβt take any longer than a few minutes. Heβs quite weighty but youβve dealt with worse.
You smile at him sweetly. Should you finally ask him whatβs his name?.. Heβll 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 displayβ¦ but itβs not your fault the passcodes are too easy.
But with another look at his face, you decide that youβre not in the mood to play games. You just wanna do everything quick so thereβd be time left to crack him. After all, thatβs what you two initially were supposed to do, ainβt 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.
βHey, look at me, sweetie. Thatβs it, good job. Whatβs your name, handsome? Whoβs my good boy?β you coo.
He looks up at you with bleary eyes and dares to smirk, βLeon. Glad that you askedβ¦ what youβll be yelling tonightβ¦ at the topβ¦ of your damn lungsβ¦β he yawns.
Bastard, that one. Canβt even sedate him properly. At least you got his consent now. Youβre not a psycho bitch, after all. Just a psycho and a bitch.
βPretty name for a pretty boy. Atta Leon,β you drawl still gently stroking his cheekbone. βLetβs get you to bed, shall we? Youβre gonna be all sleepy now. Yeah, thatβs right, hot boy. What do you wanna dream about, huh?β
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. Thatβs 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.
βYourβ¦ titties,β he grins like a Cheshire cat blinking up at you before his limp arm stretches out to squeeze one of your topβclad breasts shamelessly. βMmmmmhβ¦ soft. Can Iβ¦ nap on those..?β
His every word is interrupted by yawn and thatβs so adorable you canβt even bring yourself to get mad at him for pawing your boobs.
βDepends. Whatβs your cardβs PINβcode, handsome?β you hover over him with a soft smile.
βMmmmβ¦ canβtβ¦ donβt rememberβ¦ Why, you wanna buy somethinβ?β he hums.
So he wonβt 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 couldβve just hooked up and made him your boyfriend. Thatβd be way easier. Maybe itβs not too late to back out? But when you see the way his eyelids grow all heavy, you realize thereβs no way you could do anything other than stick to your original plan now.
βJustβ¦ just tell me, babyboy. You wonβt believe any of that come morning, you just gotta be real honest and open with me, yeah? Donβt you know itβs important to keep a woman all pleased and catered to?β you croon stroking the tender, wrinkly skin under his eyes.
Leon grins sleepily, his hand reaching out to squeeze your shoulder gently. βIβd sell myβ¦ left nutβ¦ to eat your pussy. But itβsβ¦ 9003.β
βThank you. But thatβs ridiculous, baby. If youβd sell any of your nuts, how would you creampie me?β 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 wonβt fully fall asleep at all?Β
β¦Well, you clearly didnβt think that through. But now that youβre thinking about it, would that even be a problem, really? He wonβt even get up anyway, and even if heβll try to, he doesnβt look like he minds you stealing his shit.Β
βAre you all drowsy now, baby?β You caress his bottom lip. βI have some things to take care of. But donβt worry, Iβll be back before you know it. Justβ¦ relax.β
Leon attempts to say something back but all heβs able to do is just yawn once again. You giggle. Sweet honey boy.Β
βYouβre gonna be a good boy, yeah? Donβt make me tie you down. So stubborn, wonβt even fall asleep properly. Tease,β you nuzzle his neck before finally sliding off the bed.Β
Leon reaches out to you with a heavy arm, as if trying to grasp you. You tsk, shaking your head. Heβs just unbearable. But hey, at least itβs 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 heβs so willing, he wouldnβt mind anything like that, right? Because itβs a hot July. And your boobs are tired. So you donβt 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 canβt 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.
βNighty night. Iβll come check on you later.β 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.Β
Well, in the meantime, you got bored.
You didnβt really want to leave him. Like some sort of gravitational pull didnβt let you go. It was your initial plan to have some fun with him but you started contemplating whether itβs 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.Β
βDo you mind being my dildo, baby?β 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 fourtyβnine 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 canβt do anything about it. Too sleepy with his body refusing to cooperate. But youβre kind enough to grasp his heavy hand and get his palm to wrap around your plushy breast.
βCanβt even hold a tit properly now,β you giggle. βDonβt worry. Come on, eyes on me.β
Leon manages to not only focus his gaze on you but also a wry grin. You didnβt think heβd actually like this whole thing, so thatβs 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 reflexivelyβyet you let out a chuckle and pull away.
βGotcha. No, babe, dildos donβt get to suck on boobs. Even if theyβre really handsome,β you chide, booping his nose.
Teasing him is quite funny but the slick between your thighs reminds you that youβre here not to fuck around. Well technically, you are.Β 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. Youβve never seen anything like that before. Probably because you never wanted to fuck a man you robbed.
βSuch a manwhore,β you mutter as your hand moves to grab his cock, and Leon instinctively bucks his hips upwards. βThought youβd get a whiskey dick by now with the way you drink. I bet we can get you even harder than that.β
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 youβre just biased. That makes you want to give him a blowjob but you already promised your pussy a new sex toy.
βYouβre even wetter than me, and youβre a boy,β you state incredulously as if men canβt produce liquid. βGood thing that you XY chromosome dudes donβt need any foreplay.β
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 youβd put it back on. Nonetheless, you take a little peek by lifting it upβonly to get teased with a patch of silver skin, hot and taut. With a groan, you decide that itβs 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 didnβt take much effort or timeβLeonβs cock hardens obediently like itβs not any good for anything other than that. You could work with partlyβsoftβhell, even completely softβdick but youβre smart enough to not complain when you get provided with a full boner.
βHow pathetic,β you muse out loud. Not like Leon can give you many answersβhe 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.
Thatβs what you chant in your head like a mantra as your fingers circle Leonβs hot, throbbing member and steady it enough for you to be able to use it like a dildo. Youβve 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 toyβthe thing is, when itβs attached to a hot virile male that youβre actually attracted to and that knows how to use it everything feels ten times better. Itβs like a psychological thing. But men these days, they never know how to use what mother nature endowed them withβeven if they got nine inches on their disposal. So thereβs literally no other way but to take the matter in your own hands, pun intended.Β
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 canβt 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 donβt know how thick or how fat, you just know that itβs perfectly molded to the walls of your very core so you canβt help but let out a quiet moan. Leon all but whimpers; the fact that he canβt 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 himβthis could be so much better with him actually present in the act. But itβs not exactly that bad either. Just a littleβ¦ boring. Masturbating is quite dull. And thatβs 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 heartβs content, not even surpassing any sounds now. You hear Leon grunt and feel his weak attempts to move. Tough luck, you think. Tonightβs all about you.
βFuck, youβre all twitchy,β you breathe out feeling his cock being way too active within youβmanwhore, indeed. βAre you gonna bust, too?β
He replies with a noncommittal sound. βFigured so,β 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 youβre right there, almost thereβ
You slide your hand between your legs struggling with rubbing your clit and riding a dick at the same time. The bouncing makes your fingersβ 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. Youβre not sure youβd 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 insideβ
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.Β
That, or the fact that one of Leonβs 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 donβt 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 donβt really get to. Not when moments later, you feel Leonβs 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?
βThat was fucking rude,β you squeeze out as you look down to see his jizz trailing down, coating his cock in pearly white. βDidnβt even ask me if Iβm on board with it.β
βWell you didnβt ask me if I wanted to be sedatedβ, Leon would answer if he could. But he couldnβt. So whatever.
You pant, still feeling like your release rocks your whole body. You know that you canβt sit on this cock forever so you slide out gently; you donβt even notice the way Leonβs 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.Β
Then you finally sit up, stretching your arms above your head. You donβt care about leaving cum on his sheetsβdefinitely not when itβs his own.Β
βWhat a nice ride,β you yawn, suddenly exhausted. Leonβs bed is too soft and comfortable to leave but you know you have to be responsible, at least now that youβre done being cockβdrunk.
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 youβve never done before.
You stride back towards Leonβs bed indolently and bend over to place the napkin on his bedside table with a smug grin, βCall me for round two whenever you feel like it.βΒ
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 blissedβout face.
βRockβaβbye baby, snug in your bed,β you chirp with a little postβcoital wobble to your gait as you move to the door, hand reaching for the handle.
You turn the handle. But the handle doesnβt turn.
You search for the lockΒ or something. If itβs locked from this side, thereβs no way you wonβt be able to get out, right? That makes no sense. Maybe thereβs a keyhole? Just gotta find the key.
Your palms grow sweaty. You chuckle to yourself at how ridiculous this whole thing is. Thereβs no actual way you canβt 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.Β
Of muscle and flesh.
Your whole body goes rigid as you turn your stiff neck back. Then you have to raise it to meet Leonβs smirking face.
Your heart drops.
βPeekβaβboo,β he coos from above.
You didnβt expect for him to actually be that tall when that close to you.
You let out another nervous giggle.
βShouldβve 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 thatβs overflowing with shit ton of stuff,β Leon rasps.
You turn to face him fully on wobbly legs, your whole body shaking. βHow youβ didβ did youβ were youββ
βHow I did I were I Oscar worthy, apparently,β he notes dryly.Β
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.
βSince you love to playβ¦β Leon trails off, then snatches something from his pocket and opens his palm to show youβthe key. β..Then fetch.β
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: βAlso, do your fucking research before breaking in to a government agentβs place.β
And the wicked gleam in his eyes matches yours when he throws you faceβdown on the bed.
he groaned when you innocently clenched on his hard cock while bouncing up and down on his lap. your breasts are harshly moving with your body in front of his face and he wants nothing more than to suck your nipples while you bounce like a pornstar.
he just wants to grab you by your hips and drill up into your pussy until youre soaking up his pants but he cant do that because he's tied up.
so all he can do is take your bouncing wet pussy on his cock while aching to touch and feel you.
"fβfuuuck". leon lets out, head thrown back with eyes scrunched up close when you slowed down and rolled your hips. he could feel every wall of your insides that he just wants to stay there, his tip is also dangerously close to your cervix. he could feel it.
"good?". you teased him with a slow roll of your hips again and his tied hands clenched into a fist.
he can feel static all over his body, its tight and buzzing. your pussy is driving him up the walls that it makes him dizzy and honestly, he could definitely ruin the ties that are binding his hands but he wants to indulge you.
"come on, baby". he panted and tried to buck up inside you but you grabbed his jaw to make him look at you.
"want my pussy so bad, leon?". you said against his lips, yours are quirked up a little as you tease him. "wish you could play with my tits while i ride you".
he lets out a low groan with your words because he absolutely wants to do that. hold it in his hand, squeeze them and put it on his mouth.
"too bad youre all tied up, baby". you mockingly pout at him before moving your hips again causing leon to grunt.
you feel so tight against him, its like a vice and its so warm and slippery. his sweet baby, all pink and pouty all the time but right now, youre riding his cock as if youre making a statement that you own him.
cause you do.
you gasp softly when he suddenly dove his head against your neck and his teeth bit your soft skin. you hummed in satisfaction, hand running messily on his hair and you gave it a tug.
"more, baby". he begged breathlessly on your skin before going back to leave marks on it.
kissing it wetly, biting, sucking and lapping it up like his life depended on it.
his thighs clenched under you making you roll your hips close, your clit hitting the small hairy skin on his groin and you cant help but moan.
"i'm so close". you panted while tugging at his hair and the pain on his head just makes his cock twitch inside you.
god, you feel so good and slick. he strained his ears better and he could hear a dirty wet sound coming from where the two of you are connected.
"cum for me". leon rasped breathlessly before letting out a small whimper when you harshly tugged up his hair to make him look up.
"so fucking good, daddy". you panted before slipping a thumb in his mouth and you felt his cock twitch uncontrollably inside you.
you let out a whine, forehead gently hitting his, thumb still inside his mouth and you feel him spurt his cum inside of you.
"fuck". leon groaned loudly as you both breathe heavily and his lips pucker up against your thumb.
your hips kept moving as you drag out his orgasm before your legs shook when you finally came after him.
"daddy". you choked up a sob when you felt your cum came rushing out and his cock grazed on your cervix again when he bucked up inside of you.
"thats my good girl". he breathed out and before you know it, you heard a snap.
his hands went to your hips immediately and you let out a loud scream in shock when he dove his cock much deeper inside while he lets out a shuddering groan.
"dβda-daddy". you sobbed when you felt the overstimulation all over your body, the pleasure and the pain thrummed everywhere but you liked it.
he held you close to his chest while you held tightly on his neck as he ruins your pussy again, both of your cum are trickling out and soaking his pants now.
"think you can still give me more, baby?".
notes : the way im supposed to be studying for my finals tomorrow???? hello?? daddy kink leon is getting to my head guys lawwwrddd
βWhy do we have to do this?β he spoke, sitting on the toilet seat with you on his lap. You gently slid the razor against his foamed skin, making sure not to nick him. βIt wonβt kill you to shave every now and then, sweetheart. Youβre a hot, old man, not a hot, old man,β you scoffed. βBesides, I donβt want it getting too long. I like the stubble,β you angled the razor again.
βOf course you do,β he grumbled. You gave him a grin and pecked his lips, sipping off the excess shaving cream. βWeβre done. Look at you! All so smooth and young again,β you cupped his cheeks, pinching them teasingly. He glanced at himself in the mirror, a new, anxious glint in his eyes.
You sighed and your smile became reassuring and sympathetic, βWe canβt change the past, Leon. Though, you canβt keep running from it either.β You redirected his focus to you, βI get why you donβt like it.β
He scoffed, βAnd why donβt I like it?β
You frowned.
βBecause you still see the twenty-one year old back in Raccoon City in the mirror.β
He paused at your words. They had hit him deep within. Grazing a hatchet he claimed he had buried decades ago.
Sighing, you came up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist as you pressed your forehead against his back. You stood there quietly, hugging and giving him comfort before speaking, βYou canβt hide from yourself, Leon.β
You felt his hands shakily cradle yours, silently keeping you there, βI want to. I really fucking want to.β Your grip tightened around him as you listened. βI know I canβt,β he whispered.
βDonβt worry,β you whispered against him. βIβm here for you. Iβm always here for you, sweetheart,β you mumbled reassuringly.
βItβll be okay. Youβll be okay.β
Leon shakily stared at the ruins of RPD in front of him, hearing your words echo through his mind like a constant chime. The past was hitting him hard, and you werenβt there to physically talk him through it.
His hand shakily dug into his pocket, staring at a crinkled photo of you two together. His breathing evened out as tension turned into determination. He wasnβt going to give up now.
He was going to come back to you. Even if it meant chasing his past to hold you again.
Summary β What if Leon let you turn his face into a canvas for your lipstick stained kisses while secretly enjoying every second of your chaotic affection?
βYou know what I want to do right now?β you asked suddenly, turning your face toward Leon; where he sat beside you on the sofa.
As those words escaped your lips the atmosphere around you softened instantly, the house carrying the quiet warmth of love tangled carefully with the lingering desire you both had for each other.
Leon looked up slowly from the news he had been pretending to focus on. βI donβt think Iβm gonna like what youβre about to say,β he muttered, already sounding exhausted, though those stupidly pretty blue eyes stayed fixed on you anyway.
And suddenly, the noise from the television faded into the background, as a sly grin slowly spread across your face. Before Leon could even react properly, you climbed no not climbed, but jumped, straight into his lap, knees pressing into the couch on either side of him. A soft sound left him in surprise as your hands immediately grabbed his face.
The sudden action from you makes Leon look at you with that puppy doe eyes he had since forever, and his throat bobbed as he finally spoke, βwhy am I scared, you are gonna do something crazy?β Leon chuckled.
βWhy dont you wait and see,β you breathed softly, biting down on your lower lip as a mischievous glint flickered in your eyes.
Then without waiting another second or giving leon another moment to ask questions you pressed your lips to his soft skin, first against his forehead, making his eyes widen in anticipation; then slowly you moved towards his cheek, pressing another one there, then slowly you smiled and kissed his nose.
βGod, you are crazy,β Leon chuckled softly, and you feel his entire body finally relaxing beneath your weight.
That makes you giggle even harder as you press your lips; everywhere on his face again and again; while soft laughter keeps spilling from your lips between each kiss. βLeonβ¦β you murmured dramatically, trailing another kiss along his jaw before pressing one against his neck. βYour .. faceβ¦ is literally my canvas.β
βJesus Christ,β Leon groaned, under his breath, trying desperately to keep his usual poker face intact, yet making absolutely no effort to push you away.Β
you noticed it immediately; and a small smile that slowly spread across your face at that. Because you knew. He loved this too. Loved the closeness, the attention, the ridiculous lipstick marks you kept leaving all over him while they slowly covered his face one by one.
You could physically feel him trying not to smile again. Which only encouraged you more. By the time you finally pulled back breathless from kissing him, your lipstick had completely smudged across his entire face; making you whistle in appreciation of the masterpiece before your sight, you see his cheeks, jaw, and even slightly near the corner of his mouth, covered entirely by your lipstick marks.
βYou look ridiculously pretty right now,β you admitted, staring at him far too lovingly.
βDo I now?β Leon teased quietly, one brow raising as he lifted his hand and gently booped your nose with his fingers, making you smile even harder instantly.
For a long moment after that, neither of you moved. You just stayed there in his lap, breathing unevenly while your eyes wandered helplessly across the lipstick stains covering his face. The sight of him like this soft, ruined by your affection, letting you love him so openly nearly killed you.
And you knew Leon noticed it too. Because suddenly you werenβt laughing anymore.
You were just looking at him. Like he was something unbearably precious to you, and he was, he is, and you also knew he will always be.
And the way you looked at him after that⦠Jesus. There was so much love in your eyes it almost frightened you for a second.
Because beneath the lipstick stains scattered carelessly across his face, and beneath the tired blue eyes of Leon and quiet exhaustion he carried everywhere, he looked at you like you were something painfully precious to him. And somehow, that alone was enough to melt your chest into an entire puddle.
His gaze softened on you after that, lingering there without leaving even for a second, like he couldnβt quite look away anymore. Slowly, your fingers moved against his jaw, brushing gently over the faint smudge of lipstick near the corner of his mouth as warmth spread painfully through your chest with affection.
Leon kept staring at you with those tired, soft blue eyes, the kind that always looked a little dangerous and devastating at the same time. Then finally, his hands slid around your waist, pulling you closer against him like it was instinct, and a sudden sound escaped your lips at that; making you chuckle. βYou done?β he murmured quietly.
βNever,β you teased, sticking your tongue out at him playfully.
A faint huff of laughter escaped Leon, and before you could say anything he leaned toward you, tilting his head slightly as he captured your lips in the softest kiss, it was slow; and intense that instantly made your chest ache.
Slowly, his kiss deepened, and a soft moan escaped your lips into his mouth making Leon groan too and his fingers instantly slid into your hair, fingers tightening, just enough to pull you closer against him, the kiss turned desperate for a moment, messy in the way only the two of you understood, like he was trying to memorize your every inch.Β
Then his lips moved against yours slowly then after a second even hurriedly, like even Leon himself couldnβt decide whether to savor you or completely lose himself in you. And when he finally pulled away breathing hard; he nibbled on your bottom lips, as he sighed a breath of relief and a faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, his eyes after became even softer than you had ever seen them before.Β
But still, he didnβt let you go, instead his grip on your waist tightened as he kept you firmly there, his arms wrapped tightly around you like letting go simply wasnβt an option anymore. βGod,β Leon finally whispered, his voice rough and aching with the same love you had for him; βYouβre mine. Forever.β
Your heart stuttered painfully at his words. And you smiled softly before leaning and pressing one final kiss against his mouth. βI am yours,β you whispered back. βForever.β
For someone whose life has always been ruptured by the hostility of his past, all he wanted was tranquility in his home.
And he couldnβt even get that.
Not when a girl half his age would pester him around the cheap trailer park whenever he went out for fresh air or for anything else that required him to leave the house.
βWhatβcha doinβ?β This, βCan I come?β That. You were basically like a puppy trailing after him, no matter what he was busy with. Leon wasnβt dumb. He knew you had a crush on him.
He was afraid someone mightβve believed that he was making you follow him around and spend time with an older man like him, but heβd never wanted anyone off his ass like he wanted you to give him some peace.
Well, at least thatβs what everyone thinks.
Your secret affair began when he was fixing his pickup truck. He would sometimes allow you to kiss his cheek between breaks just to get you to shut up, but with time, those small pecks turned into more intimate kisses and later more than just kisses.
Maybe he wasnβt good with words, but what he lacked verbally, he made up for physically.
Tonight, Leon drove out of town to run some basic errands. Of course, you tagged along, because he had accepted the fact that you going wherever he went had become a routine.
βYou didnβt buy the strawberries! Did you forget them?β You whined at him, resulting in Leon tutting and shaking his head.
βI already have strawberries at home, you donβt need more.β
βBut theyβre not fresh ones.β
Leon sighed with the furrow of his brow that followed. Did he have to explain everything to you?
βKid, ripe or not, theyβre strawberries. And I have them, alright? No more fussing, I like you better when youβre grinning stupid.β
βFineee.. grinning, right. Only grinning? Or do youβ¦ like-like me?β
Oh, he knew where this was going. βI do like-like you, but donβt go around making a big deal out of it, alright doll?β
The corners of his lips turned up when he glanced at your grinning face while pulling over next to a corn field. Usually, when he pulled over, it meant that you could crawl into his lap safely.
Trailer homes had thin walls. As much as heβd love to fuck you against his cheap mattress, the consequence of what would happen afterβ including complaintsβ was an obvious dealbreaker to him.
The moment he felt your weight on his lap, his rough palms found your hips to hold you against him. His tongue sought while he pushed your underwear aside under the flimsy and cheap cotton dress you were wearing.
βAlready so wet for me? So pretty.β
He shuffled beneath you to open his belt and let his hard dick spring out of the jeans that were restricting him a minute ago. As much as you loved dry-humping and foreplay, he needed you now. And according to how wet your pussy looked to him, so did you.
His lips brushed against yours, mirroring the way his tip was rubbing against your soft cunt before you sank onto his length. Leonβs moans, along with yours, were harmonious and a clear sign of mutual satisfaction. At least you knew he tolerated you through moments like these.
βThatβs it, dollface. Fuck yourself on my cock.β
One of his hands tugged your dress higher, letting you rock your hips against him. With every thrust, his soft-pink tip would hit your cervix repeatedly.
Leon lifted his free hand to deliver a loud spank, hard enough to sting until tomorrow, but not too painful either. Your reactions always fascinated him, because even with every spank he gave, you were still determined to ride his cock through the stinging sensation. He expected you at least to stop for a second to let the sharp burn pass, but you didnβt.
βYou keep bouncing on my cock like that, and I might just cum if you keep it up, sugar pie.β His words immediately motivated you to hump him quicker, your fingers tracing over the exposed skin of his chest near his neckline.
βCβmonnn- cum wβme-β You babbled breathlessly right before he obliged to your wishes. Your walls clenched around his ejaculating dick, feeling every part of your womb getting filled up by his warm seed.
He kept you glued to him like this, just to keep you full of him for a while longer, rather than driving back home. Itβs late, though. You should be home, but the content smile on your face reassured him that maybe you genuinely enjoyed his presence, even if he used to push you away constantly.
And for a moment longer, he just sat with you wrapped around him in the driverβs seat while crickets and windy crops filled the atmosphere around you.
