disclaimer, afab!reader x re6!leon/vendetta in mind but whatever you want, hands down, the filthiest thing i've ever written, reader just riles him up, reader is a little possessive, manipulative. honestly, this is toxic woops, be a better person than both of them. reader always get their way, leon is just such a giver, roughness! reader is wearing one of leon's shirts, begging, teasing, spit/saliva, pussy eating, finger fucking, pussy slapping, penetration, creampie, 3.9k of pure filth.
this was inspired by a request but i think this went off the rails from the get go but holy fuck i think i like this one a lot, sorry for not sticking completely to the request, hope you still enjoy,, reblogs and feedback are appreciated. requests are open
when you declared to your boyfriend that you no longer wanted him to go out to meet his friends- after reminding you many times tonight he wasn't going to be home he even told you that he would try to be back before it was too late out. you decided, not good enough. he looked way too divine to be wandering out the house on a friday night.
you could smell the light musky and woody scent of his cologne all the way from where you were on the couch, watching your boyfriend adjust the watch on his wrist, blue shirt sleeves pushed up above his elbows, the collar of the shirt was low cut too, exposing a good portion of his chest, black slacks to contrast as well- they looked almost too tight.
"but baby, i feel sick, can you reschedule?" you sighed dramatically, excuse one. feigning innocence as you jutted your bottom lip out into a cute pout.
he didn't think much of your schemes first, maybe you just had a headache. you were a little stunned when he came back from the kitchen with some water and pills in hand, snatching them from his hands with a huff, "not like.. that sick." you grumble, "what if something happens and you're not here?"
you heard him sigh out your name, "you have my number." he bluntly replied and you were far from amused at this.
"leon." you glared up at him from the couch, looking down at you he met your eyes with a candid expression.
“i’m supposed to be at the bar in..” glancing down at his watch, of course you didn’t miss the way his arm flexed at the small action, “twenty minutes and you’re telling me this now?” his eyebrow was raised with the question.
“it’s not a big deal, what? you’re gonna go see the same people you always do, get drunk, come back wasted, and forget what happened, woah, a real fun night.” you were being far from fair or reasonable but you couldn’t stop yourself now, there was no way he was walking out that door tonight and leaving you by yourself.
“stop talking, you’re really pissing me off now.” he scoffed, hands coming up to his face, groaning into his palms.
“babe..” you whined out, voice sickly sweet to his ears as he feels you squeeze your hand around his arm. fluttering your pretty eyelashes up at him when he moves his hands from his face.
he was gnawing on the inside of his cheek, glaring down at your face, eyes dragging over your lips, sheened and plush with some lip balm you had applied and your eyes were big, staring up at him, into what felt like his soul- god, you were dangerous to him.
a surprise to you, and even himself, leon pushes away your grip on him, turning away, “i’ll be three hours, how about that? it won’t even be midnight by then.”
cute, he was trying to compromise.
“no!” you moaned out, reaching out to grab his arm before he makes it to the door again.
uh oh, now you’ve really gone and done it, is what you think when suddenly he is turning round and gripping your jaw, painfully.
your eyebrows furrowed, feeling the uncomfortable ache from his grip, your nails digging into his arm, “you’re pushing it. i said no and you still can’t fucking accept it.” he shook your head a little in his grasp.
“what is wrong with you?” he spat out.
he let up his grip when his eyes drift down, watching how your thighs clench together and your back is arched to push yourself further against the material of the couch.
his tongue clicks against his teeth, tutting, “that’s what this is about, oh my god.” he stepped back, laughing in disbelief.
you would’ve been embarrassed, honestly, you should have been, but you were too far gone, had been ever since knowing him, leon kennedy made you absolutely feral, the way he carried himself, the gruff tone of his voice- how sexy he looked when he was pissed off.
oh yeah, he was right where you wanted him.
his brain was whirling as he looked you over once again, unbelievable, that’s why you had been prancing around in barely anything all day, clinging to his arm and being all sweet on him, buttering him up for this exact moment.
leon s. kennedy was a fool.
he could still walk away, he debated on it, no matter if you followed him to his bike, blew up his phone all night, cursed his name, he could fix it eventually, no?
he was thinking stupid, he knew was because why was he actually considering staying? maybe some shitty excuse to his friends in a halfhearted text. fuck it.
“i’m never doing this again.” he muttered, pulling his phone out of his back pocket and typing on the keys, sending a message to the group chat to tell them he wouldn’t be coming, apparently his bike wouldn’t start up this time.
you were gripping the couch underneath you, scared that if you even breathed too loud he would change his mind, your eyes hung low too, a little ashamed.
“get up.” you heard him but you didn’t move an inch, almost stuck to the couch, you got what you want, but at what cost?
“don’t act like you didn’t hear me,” he sighed, frustration in his voice, “get. up.” he spat out each word, but before you could even retaliate he grabbed your arm and your feet were moving so you didn’t trip.
his strength was no joke, due to all his training and experience he was probably a little harsher than he should've been, you knew it was deplorable to love it, but oh god you did, your stomach churned with an aching want, nerves lingering on fire where his hand had been when he let you fall back against the wall of the bedroom.
he suddenly felt much taller than you were used to, much more menacing and you almost forgot that this was your intention.
"i didn't mean to make you mad-" you were cut off, a laugh rumbling from his throat, "i'm sorry.. baby." you frowned, bringing your hands up to his cheeks, leaning in to press your lips to his, whiskey on his breath from pre-drinking, but he didn't reciprocate, your lips traveling from his, along his jaw, and feeling the texture of his stubble against your lips.
“touch me..” you whined against his jaw, getting irked when his hands stayed by his side, grabbing one to snake around your waist, hearing him breathe out before you felt him squeeze the plush fat of your ass.
"i should not be here, entertaining this." he grumbled and you could hear the vibrations in his throat, right next to your ear, "you ruined my night."
you frowned at that, "never, you stayed because you know i can make it better." you both knew you were right, quick hands fumbling to unbutton his shirt, palms flattening against his chest, feeling him over and pulling him further against you.
"you don't want me?" you whispered, almost inaudible if it wasn't for your proximity to each other.
his tongue was poked on the inside of his cheek, acting like he was even thinking about it, as though he had to swirl the idea around in his head to even consider it. leon kennedy wanted nothing more, his brain was corroded with nothing but you, maybe all those years of chasing down viruses and killing otherwordly monsters had plagued his mind, and he had gone crazy.
crazy felt good though, even better when he pressed up against you, cock strained in the ever increasingly tight pants he chose for tonight's ruined plans.
"i knew it." you giggled and it made his muscles tense, god, you were insufferable.
"i can't stand you." he grumbled out, he didn't mean it- he just said it in the moment, he moreso couldn't stand the way he gave into you so easily every time, without fail.
if it wasn't for his wandering hands, you would've replied back something snarky but the quip on your tongue fizzled out into a desperate mewl when his hand tugged down the underwear you were wearing, adorned in nothing else but those and a loose fitted shirt of his.
he looked ahead at you and you noticed his fingers in front of your vision before he spat down on two of his digits, the fluid dripping down the expanse of his fingers, some dripping on your thigh but you didn't mind, watching him duck his hand down, prying your thighs open with the back of his hand.
"o-oh.." you hummed, knocking your head against his shoulder you were gripping onto, your leg hiking up until he grabbed ahold of your upper thigh to keep you still and open.
his fingers were warm and slender, you always had a fascination with his hands, adored holding them, playing with his fingers, kissing each one, having them shoved down your throat, gripped around your neck, everything.
your breathing was shakey when his fingers slid up and down your puffy lips, a certain sharp breath exhaling from your throat when he pushed against your clit, earning him a smug smile on his face.
“inside , l-leon..” you fumbled your words, trying to angle your hips to get some leverage on his fingers.
“hmm? i can’t hear you sweetheart.” he frowned, lying.
you cried out in frustration, being worked up like this wasn’t fun but you supposed you deserved it after the fiasco of getting here, “inside, please, your fingers, i want them.” you pleaded, sounding as pretty and delicate as ever.
"only because you asked so nicely." he sighed, one of his fingers pushing between your slick folds, his spit making it much easier to push his finger inside your spongey walls, pumping it slowly until he could fit the whole digit in, up to his knuckle, "nother' one, please babe." you keened, breathy moans against his ear.
he shouldn't be the one following your lead, giving you everything so easily but he was, another finger accompanying the other, stretching your pussy open, fucking the two digits inside of you, pace increasing with each pump.
it had your back arching, your chest pushed against his, "mhm, that feels really good!" you gripped onto your older boyfriend's hair, tugging and earning a moan from his own lips.
each push of his fingers had you further reeling against him, you would've fallen if he didn't have a strong hold on your thigh. when he curled his fingers upward inside you, you swore you felt fireworks bursting inside your tummy, "leon!" you screeched.
you didn't mean to get so excited so quickly but you blamed it on your boyfriend, he knew each and every one of your little buttons to press, knew your body like the back of his hand- so when you got close, he knew it, you got louder, breathier and you would claw, scratch and squeeze any part of him you could get your hands on.
dread filled your body when his fingers dropped from between your legs, your oncoming orgasm fizzling away quicker than it came on, you could barely muster out a complaint, your body limply resting against leon, "why would you do that?" you whimpered out, eyes getting teary.
leon was always so generous, unless it was a quickie he was bringing you to no less than two orgasms every time, you don't think you've ever been denied one before and it made your whole body burn up.
"oh, poor baby." he cooed in a mocking tone, "i've always treated you way too good hmm? i think you forgot how to give me the same respect, angel."
"i told you m' sorry." you muffled out, looking up at him with the sweetest pout on your lips, and glassy eyes to match.
"you're not though, if you were we wouldn't be doing this, but you love getting your way, i've spoiled you." he shook his head disapprovingly.
he didn’t let you reply, his hand that was previously preoccupied with your pussy gripped your jaw again, his face leaning in until his lips meshed with yours in a sloppy wet kiss, his tongue darting out against yours, you felt insatiable and lightheaded, the grip he had on you both physically and mentally made you throb.
he pulled away, only slightly, to speak “is it bad i wanna eat your pussy right now, after everything? can you believe that? god, you’re not good for me.”
you moaned at that, feeling your warmth pulsing at the idea alone, “plea—“ he cut you off when he stuffed his thumb past your lips, shaking his head to indicate he didn’t wanna hear it.
“i’m too good to you.” he groaned, lips trailing wet kisses and nips of your skin downwards until you felt the tug of your shirt, “up.” he nodded his head to gesture that he wanted your arms up, doing as you were told your shirt swiftly came off.
he wasted no time when he saw your bare chest, lips attaching around your nipple as his hand toyed with the other, flicking and pinching the bud deliciously whilst his tongue swirled and licked.
you were feeling pure bliss, every nerve tingling and sending waves of ecstasy straight to your warmth.
you could’ve passed out right then and there when you noticed him drop to his knees, tongue dragging down your stomach, only stopping to turn his attention to prying your legs open once again.
it didn’t take him long to find a comfortable spot between your legs, with one thigh hooked over his shoulder he seemed satisfied and who were you to complain, your gorgeous boyfriend was about to eat you out.
you were brimming with excitement and need, legs practically already trembling when you looked down at him, his breath felt so close, his lips dragging along your inner thigh, biting at the soft flesh before suckling sweet little bruises into your skin.
tilting his head to the side, you held your breath, only to shakily exhale when you felt the tip of his tongue drag over your folds before swirling over your clit. he repeated the motion before flattening his tongue against your cunt, tongue delving between your folds and beginning a pattern of flicking his tongue inside you and licking upwards in between suckling your clit into his mouth, practically making out with the sensitive little nub- and the crude, wet sounds of your sopping cunt mixed with his tongue were getting you so worked up.
“o-oh my god!” you moaned out, hands flying to grip his hair, push his face further into your pussy, you wanted to beg for more but every time you opened your mouth another moan slipped out instead, he made you feel so good.
eating you out was just as pleasurable for you as it was him, he could spend hours between your legs. his head was shaking as he sucked your clit into his mouth, hearing you grow increasingly louder, moving to fuck his tongue into your cunt as his hand reached up to squeeze onto your waist.
looking down at him when he glanced up sent your body into waves of pleasure, you could see his mouth and chin glistening with your excitement and his salvia, he looked so messy, like he was having the time of his life with the dumbest smug smile still plastered on his face.
he pulled back and you cried out, head knocking back against the wall with a thump, breath heaving and nails clawing at your waist to calm yourself.
“such a greedy little pussy.” he sighed, spitting on your cunt before bringing his hand up to swat down on your clit, a surprised shriek sounding from your lips.
your body was quivering, the tingles of pain teetering more on the line of utter pleasure and joy.
“you’re such a dick.” you huff out, tugging his hair once again and hearing him wince in pain.
“after all that, you still insult me?” he chuckled, dropping your leg back by your side, and standing back up in front of you, “i’m the nicest guy you’ll ever meet baby.” you heard the metal of his zipper before the fabric dropped to the ground, kicking it from under his feet.
glancing down you saw how strained he was against his boxers, dick twitching in the thin fabric, you could play nice too but dramatic or not if you don’t feel him inside you in the next five minutes you would jump out the window.
bringing your hands down you helped him rid him of his boxers, thrown somewhere amongst the other pile of clothes, his dick slapped against his stomach, standing tall and you could feel the drool pooling in your mouth at the sight of him.
“stay with me baby.” he chuckles, noticing how dazed you looked, you shook your head, arms coming up to wrap around his shoulders, leaning up on your tip toes.
“i want you so badly.” you whispered sweetly in his ear, teeth grazing his lobe before licking up his neck.
your body jolted when you felt a harsh sting on your ass, before you were lifted up, his footsteps trailing to the bed until you felt the mattress beneath you, leaning up on your elbows and seeing his finger twirl in the air, “ass up.” he tilted his head, hand gripped on his cock, stroking leisurely as his eyes drank in every inch of your body.
you could’ve laid there a little longer and watched him but you were aching with need, turning yourself over, with your chest pressed into the sheets and your ass up in the air.
you swayed your hips playfully as you heard the creaking of the bed, indicating he was situating himself behind you, giggling when you felt his hands rub over your skin, from your ass and settling on your waist, “you’re so pretty.” he thought aloud.
“i can be even prettier with your cock stuffed inside me.” you quipped, pushing back against him.
he chuckled, “you’re disgusting.” he loved it though, you knew it too.
his thumb rubbed along the soft skin of your waist as he positioned his length in between your legs, pushing himself inside your soaking cunt with ease thanks to his fingers and mouth prepping you.
“o-oh my god, leon!” you gasped, hands stretching above your head as you already pushed yourself further down on him, greedy as always.
“fuck..” he stared in awe at where the two of your bodies met, the way you got his cock slick with your arousal and how deep he was stuffed inside you already, “love fucking this pussy so much.” he rasped out, pulling his hips back, hearing you already complain until he slammed back into you, hips flush against the back of your thighs.
you loved everything, every little sensation, every push of his hips and every inch of him, you felt like you couldn’t get enough, “f-feels s’uh good, you’re mine m’kay?” you muffled against the sheets, reaching your arm back behind you until you got a hold of his hand.
he laughed, “i’m yours?” he repeated, leaning over you and oh my god the way he angled his hips intentionally or not had your eyes rolling back, nails digging in to his hand enough to draw blood.
“fuck, yesyesyes!” you chanted, “you’re mine, mhm, no one else can have this, can have you.” you wailed against the sheets until you felt your body being raised from your position, until your back was flush with his chest, his arm had come around to push against your neck, in a softer version of a chokehold.
“this dicks all yours hmm? is that what you wanna hear? that no one else but you can take it? no one else deserves it? you’re a greedy fucking brat.” he grunted, fucking himself up into you, the sounds of your wet soppy cunt squeezing him back in every time he even moved an inch.
you felt lightheaded, thanks to being denied two orgasms your stomach was twisting and whirling with every word he said and every little thing he did, evident by how whiney and incoherent you got.
he had a good hold on you, hips shallowly slapping against your ass as his cock pumped quickly into you, feeling you pulse and clench around him, his own thighs and yours sticky with your arousal.
“you’re close, i know you are, mmm, pussy sucking me in so deep.” he groaned, finding it hard to concentrate when he was so deep in your guts.
you got squirmy as you got closer, your nails clawing at his arm and your hips bouncing to meet his pace, “fuck! fuck! leon, oh my- nnghn!” you squealed, feeling yourself cumming, cunt fluttering around his length, making even more of a mess than you already have.
“oh my god, leon.” you whimpered, still bouncing against him and he didn’t let up his own pace, happy to help you ride out your own high as he chased his.
he let you fall back against the bed, body flush with the sheets though he pushed your ass further in the air once again, a spew of curses leaving his lips, “this pussys so fucking addicting, oh baby.” he moaned, thrusts sloppy and he could hear you mewling again, body still trembling from your own orgasm.
“y’gonna cum again sweetheart?” he laughed out, feeling you push back against him, “you’re fucking crazy, i love it.” he gasped, gripping onto the back of your neck as he fucked you into the mattress, your whimpers of pleasure muffled by the silk sheets.
“ah, fuck! i’m gonna fucking cum.” he growled, cock drilling into your abused pussy, “holy s-shit! ugh!” he threw his head back, hot ropes of cum spurting inside you which pushed you over the edge once again, fingertips squeezing onto the sheets below you as your arousal and his seeped out of you, sticky substances dripping onto your thighs and the mattress.
“oh my god..” he breathed heavily, “you’re so gorgeous.” he sighed, pulling himself out and admiring how messy you were, his length glistening and your pussy was still pushing out his cum, pulsing around nothing as you still reeled from your second orgasm.
you were breathless as you flopped onto the bed, ignoring the uncomfortable sticky mess for now, hearing leon soon join you in laying down, his hands coming up to tug you towards him, a firm kiss being placed on your forehead.
you smiled tiredly, peaking your eyes open to glance up at him, “so, how was your friday night?”
✮ synopsis: leon's a very patient man. he lets you have your fun teasing him, but he knows where you'll be by the end of the night. he's confident in a way that goes without saying, and it doesn't take him long before he's got you wrapped around his thumb.
✮ warnings: fem. reader, heavy objectification, use of pet names, power dynamics/pwr. struggle, manhandling, hair pulling, language, explicit content, dirty talk, m. masturbation + facial, dumbification, pwp
✮ word count: 7k
truth be told, leon wasn't bothered by your sly little comments that were meant to rouse his temper. no, he was perfectly fine with you running your pretty little mouth, a few old mans here and there never bothered him much. he'd let you have your fun, give him that shit-eating little grin and teasing eye roll that never failed to make his mouth twitch up in a smile.
leon's quite patient and he humors you more than he probably should, but beneath his calm and composed exterior lies a man who's very aware of himself. perhaps when he was younger he might've felt a little dejected and maybe even taken comments like that to heart, but now that he's older— and more experienced (in more ways than one) he'd half a mind to start cracking jokes with you.
as much as leon loves to see how amused you seem to be teasing him like this, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't waiting to wipe that smug little grin off your face. luckily for you, leon's a good sport and doesn't take any of what you say to heart, mainly because he knows where you'll be by the end of the night.
leon isn't particularly cocky, but he's certainly not oblivious. he knows your true objective isn't to make him feel bad, but it's also not to tease him, either— no, he knows what you really want. leon sees that little sparkle in your eyes whenever he scoffs or groans at your teasing comments, or the way you smirk before pondering what to say next. your calculated, premeditative train of thought is something he is no stranger to, but he'll humor you— for now.
and so, he'll intentionally let those little comments accumulate right up until he decides he's had enough of you and your chatting.
"hey leon, don'cha think you should go see a chiropractor? your posture is... well," you chirp, eyes glazing over his figure sitting hunched over at the dining table, practically devouring the food you'd prepared for him after a long day of monotonous paper filing at the dso. leon has to hold back a snort at that, his mouth twitching up at the corners as he cuts the last bit of chicken breast into a bite-sized piece.
leon gulps down the small piece he'd been chewing, humming in satisfaction at the rather delicious meal you'd provided for him. it's a pity you couldn't hold your tongue while he enthusiastically cleaned his plate. at the very least you were entertaining him, so it's not as annoying as you hoped it'd be. "chicken's good," he says plainly, setting his knife and fork down atop the now clean plate before pushing up from the table. he stands with a low grunt, bones popping as he rolls his shoulders back slightly, making his way over to the sink to clean his dish. well damn, maybe he did need to see a chiro...
you pout slightly at his disregard for your earlier comment, eyes narrowing slightly as he walks past you to clean his dish. you scoff to yourself, hands crossing against your chest in disbelief. is he really ignoring you...? you shake your head in denial before turning on your heel, watching how his muscles flex as he rinses his plate. before you can even attempt to force out a retort, leon’s deep voice is already rumbling through your ears.
"what were you saying?" he starts, clearing his throat as he begins lathering soap in his hands. you raise a brow at his back in question, rolling your eyes in defiance at his flippant tone.
"are you that hard of hearing?" you replied sarcastically, a scoff escaping you as you lean your hip against the table behind you. you chuckle quietly, lips curling up into a smirk when he pauses his movements. leon exhales softly, resuming his actions as he realizes this will be yet another night of you playing with him. usually leon could handle your snide little comments and playful teasing, but he’d had a long fucking day in the office. despite this, leon is still a very patient, merciful man. he’ll give you the chance to stop while you’re ahead.
leon turns the faucet off slowly, twisting the handle with ease and reaching for the dish towel to dry his hands. he’s still for a moment, simply holding the towel in his hands before neatly folding it and setting it down. it’s a little eery just how composed he is; you almost feel nervous. leon was always very calm under pressure—not that you were much pressure to him, but you certainly knew how to push him. you bite your lip, tension filling the air around you with each passing second.
when leon finally turns to you, his gaze feels borderline oppressive. he’s not reactive, but his piercing blue eyes hold such a powerful weight that it’s like he’s already got you pinned in place. leon’s not a man of many words. he prefers to assert himself through his actions, and it’s surprising just how little he has to do to have you complacent for him. despite this, he knows it’s not that easy with you. it usually never is, but he certainly doesn’t mind it.
"no, i heard you," he starts softly, almost endearing, mirroring your stance and leaning against the counter with his arms loosely crossed over his chest as he watched you. "but i'll give you a chance to correct yourself." he warns, tilting his head slightly as he waits for your response. of course, leon knows you won't behave, he's already got you figured out. but what kind of partner would he be if he didn't at least offer you a chance at redemption?
like clockwork, you let out a tiny scoff at his peace offering, rolling your eyes so hard you're almost scared they might get stuck like that. leon raises a brow at you, adjusting himself on the counter while monitoring your every move.
"correct myself?" you repeat, your tone amused, almost in disbelief that he'd ask you such a question. leon's lips curve into a smirk, the kind of smirk that exudes confidence and promises consequences. he's actually quite glad you choose the hard way out every time, it was always satisfying to watch it all crumble down once he gets you to stop running that mouth of yours.
"need me to spell it out for you?" he says firmly, jaw tightening slightly as he observes the cocky smirk that graces your pretty features. he tilts his head slightly, biceps bulging deliciously against his chest where they're crossed. of course you're enjoying this, of course you want him to spell it out for you. leon's a patient man, but he's more than willing to dish out consequences for someone like you who insists on pushing his limits.
"dunno," you drawl, dragging the word out with that same teasing, amused lilt, "maybe you do," you tease, a quiet giggle escaping from your throat as you stare him down, biting your lip in anticipation when you see him exhale slowly. god, did you love riling him up. it did something sinful to you to see him go from composed to bothered by you.
unbeknowst to you, however, leon's not too keen on giving you that satisfaction; he'll do what he has to to keep you in order, but he'll stay just as composed as he was prior to all this.
"you’re a fuckin’ brat." he grits out, uncrossing his arms slowly to make his way over to you. you watch as he walks over with controlled, practiced steps, your eyes shamelessly raking over his broad form. you trail them down slowly, taking your time as he nears closer, scanning over the obvious bulge in his tactical pants, the strain of his too-shirt against his beefy biceps, and finally flitting back up to meet his intense gaze.
he's close, almost too close, hands on either side of the kitchen table as he towers over your frame. it's almost intimidating how big he is, how easy it is for him to overpower you, and perhaps that's what makes this game of cat and mouse all the more fun. your breath hitches with the way he's staring at you, his icy eyes tracking every one of your actions like you were his prey.
"say another word." he dares, getting in your face, leaning in as close as he could. you let out a shaky breath, a tiny smile pulling at your lips as you stare into his eyes with a hint of mischief present in their midst.
"another word," you challenge, raising a brow and pursing your lips teasingly while batting your lashes enticingly at him. he nods sardonically, almost pleased at your decision, a small smile tugging at his lips as he lets out a breathy chuckle. he moves down, pressing a soft kiss to your temple, humming lowly as he inhales sharply, sending a shiver up your spine.
his head dips lower, lips ghosting over your neck as he presses more tiny, open-mouth kisses to the heated skin. you squeal a little bit, the sensation slightly tickling the skin of your neck as your hands slowly reach to grip the table behind you. something about leon's calmness was deeply unsettling, like he was a stick of dynamite that had just been lit and was slowly inching closer to exploding. you breathe out raggedly, heart thumping wildly in your chest as he pulls back to meet your gaze once more.
"mm. good one, baby," he starts, voice deceptively soft, almost affectionate. his hand comes up slowly, knuckles grazing the soft skin of your cheeks as he stares into your eyes like he's already got your fate mapped out for tonight. "but you should've held your tongue." he finishes, voice dropping into that low, gravelly register that always sends heat straight through you.
in an instant, leon's pushing you to the side, hand on your chest shoving you down on the floor. you stumble slightly, hand reaching out to steady yourself as his hands roughly grab ahold of your shoulders before adjusting you to his liking. it rips a surprised yelp from you, leaving you scrambling for a bit before you gather your bearings. despite the struggle, he finally has you on your knees before him, a steady hand on your shoulder as he stares down at you. you stare back defiantly, eyes shooting daggers at him for handling you so roughly. before you can even fix your lips to spit out another sassy remark, leon is quick to quiet you.
his large hand fists in your hair, pulling your head back roughly so that you have no choice but to fucking listen to him. he tuts, shaking his head at your insistent need to defy him, his eyes piercing into your wide ones below him. "shhh, let's be smart here, baby. you're a smart girl, aren't you?" he asks, his voice tender, almost affectionate, but you know deep down he means the exact opposite. your brows pull together, mouth wide in shock just from how quickly the tables turned on you. literally. you blink dumbly, eyes glossy from the hold he has on your hair.
his grip on your hair tightens at your silence, making you wince at the strain on your scalp. you whimper slightly, nodding in his grasp as best you could. he hums, hand leaving your hair in favor of grasping your jaw, rubbing soft circles into the heated skin. he doesn't bother asking for a verbal response, he already knows you're so fucked out for him that the only thing he needs you to focus on right now is shutting the hell up.
you're still dumbfounded, eyes hazy as you stare up at him in awe, lips parted and chest heaving at his change in demeanor. leon's thumb travels, the digit dragging across your bottom lip before slipping inside your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. you quickly obey him, wrapping your lips around the digit, eyes never leaving his as you suckle his thumb into your mouth.
leon’s gaze burns down at you, his gaze intimidatingly tender, the blue of his eyes almost completely swallowed by his dark pupils.
"'s a shame the only time you're quiet is when i put you on your fuckin' knees," he murmurs, voice thick with lust. he lets you keep sucking for a few more seconds, thumb pressing down on your tongue, before he finally pulls it free with a wet pop.
your breathing comes out a little more ragged, bottom lip caught between your teeth as you wait eagerly for his next move. leon just stares down at you, analyzing every little movement and micro expression on your face before he finally concludes that you love this. you're practically shaking with anticipation, you're giddy like your efforts have finally paid off from all those snide comments and teasing little smirks, and he finds it utterly infuriating. no, he won't give you what you want this easily, not without making you suffer a little bit.
"i see what's going on here," he starts, tilting his head as he observes you beneath him. your brows furrow, a small pout making its way onto your lips at his sudden change. it was starting to make you a little frustrated with how hot and cold he was being. "you're not nearly as smart as you think you are, baby," he declares, hands moving to unbuckle his belt. his eyes never leave yours, although yours are now transfixed on the way his deft hands easily guide the belt out of the loop.
your eyes trail back up to his, his piercing orbs already staring you down as he unbuttons his pants. "leon..." you murmur quietly, needy eyes silently pleading for him to get a move on. you shift impatiently on your heels, letting out a few exasperated breaths every now and then with how slow he was moving things along.
leon grunts in annoyance, hand reaching out to grasp your cheeks before leaning down to your level to whisper harshly, "behave." he commands, squishing your cheeks in his grip before giving you a long, stern glare that almost dares you to disobey him. you still, gulping slightly at how fucking intimidating he is. he's incredibly calm, too calm, but his movements are sharp and rough— a dizzying contrast that nearly gives you whiplash from how confusing it all is.
he huffs, hand leaving your jaw before rising to his feet once more. his hands return to the task at hand, finally shoving his pants down his thighs along with his boxers. his cock springs free, heavy and flushed dark at the tip, and your mouth actually waters at the sight. you instinctively reach for him, hand just short of gripping the base before leon grips your wrist tightly. you pause, eyes flitting up to his in confusion.
"uh-uh." he tsks, voice low and disapproving, pushing your hand back down to your side. "you don't get to touch. you lost that privilege right when you opened that pretty little mouth." he says, his own hand gripping his cock at the base before giving it a slow upward stroke. he exhales lowly, squeezing himself once his hand strokes over the sensitive part just below his aching tip. his hips buck slightly, hand twisting around his cock as he passes over the sticky head, smearing the precum that had collected there all over his shaft.
he groans shamelessly, eyes flitting back to yours that only stare up at him in utter disbelief of the situation right now. you look painfully needy, eyebrows threaded together and mouth deeply frowned from his complete disregard of you. your eyes are glassy as they stare into his, hands gripping the bottom of your shirt tightly in your grip as you try to calm yourself. his eyes light up briefly, a breathy chuckle leaving him as a new idea crosses his mind.
"leon—" you start, biting your lip in frustration when he interrupts you.
"i don't wanna hear it, sweetheart," he interrupts, voice dropping into that dangerous register that makes your stomach flip. "had your chance, didn't you?" he grips your jaw, thumb pressing against your lower lip, spreading your mouth open for him. he holds you like that, inspecting you, while his other hand gives a slow, deliberate stroke from base to tip. he groans lowly, gripping himself tighter as filthy, depraved thoughts begin to cloud his mind. god, he can't wait to see you crying for him.
"fuck... pretty thing," he says, tilting your head in his grip, eyes raking over your fucked-out face as he languidly strokes himself to you. leon doesn't rush, he takes his time savoring your pretty face, eyes traveling down your body as his grip tightens around his cock. his breathing stays even and controlled as he works himself with unhurried strokes.
he's studying you— examining you like you're an exhibit, like a work of art curated solely for his enjoyment. his thumb drags along your lower lip, dipping inside your mouth and pressing down on your tongue. you tried to suck his thumb again, but he just pulls it back out to smear your spit over your lips, watching the way it shines under the light.
your breath hitches at how dirty the situation feels, how he's using you as an object of his pleasure, like a muse to fulfill his own filthy desires. you almost feel like you should feel offended, but you can't help the way your cunt clenches at how little he cares for your pleasure right now. it's borderline sadistic, enjoying the way he ogles you so shamelessly, inspecting you like you're his personal form of pornography.
"why don't you pull that shirt up for me, baby?" he coaxes, voice soft yet firm, the question more a command than a request. he works himself a little faster now, thumb brushing over the slit of his leaking tip, moaning deeply at the sensation.
you hesitate, hands trembling at your sides, and he slows his strokes just enough to make you feel like you weren't doing it for him, humiliating you in a way that has you regretting every decision you'd made that led up to this. you hate that you want to please him, to be the object of his desire, but you quite literally have no choice but to do as he says. he's got you cornered, you'll admit it. even if you don't get anything out of it, you'll be equally as satisfied knowing leon used you as a visual for his own pleasure.
"leon, i— can we—" you try, nervously twiddling your fingers as you begin to feel a little embarrassed at his shamelessness. he's quick to shut you down, further breaking down your defenses as his deep, gravelly voice cuts through your small, shaky one.
"uh-uh, be quiet. come on, sweetheart," he murmurs, gentle and consistently patient despite your pushback. "let's see those tits," he commands casually, like he's simply asking you to do the most mundane task in the world. his thumb strokes your cheek, tender, doting— a stark contrast to how clipped his tone is with you. you know he's not asking, he's telling, almost daring you to defy him lest you drag this out any longer.
you gulp thickly, hands finally moving to raise your shirt up slowly, staring into his eyes that watch every movement of yours meticulously. he raises a brow when you pause, giving you a knowing glare that practically forces you to continue. with that, you finally pull your shirt up and over your chest, your tits bouncing softly when they're exposed from the thin material of your shirt.
leon's eyes immediately flicker down, his grip on your jaw loosening slightly while his hand closes around his cock tighter. he strokes your cheek softly, groaning deep in his throat when your nipples pebble from the cool air in the kitchen.
"fuck, that's better," he hums in approval, resuming his previous steady pace, his eyes drinking you in with something like wonder. "look at these tits..." he groans, eyes raking over your chest shamelessly as he tugs on his cock. his eyes flicker back up to your face, that same needy expression present on your features along with something that almost looks like... embarrassment? leon's cock twitches slightly in his grip, thumb working its way back to the corner of your mouth as he begins to stroke himself faster.
"my pretty thing," he sighs, voice warm despite the way he was so clearly talking down to you, "always did know how to make yourself useful when you want to," he hums, now steadily stroking his cock and twisting his wrist with every downstroke. his thumb returns to your mouth yet again, dipping inside and coaxing you to suck once more.
you oblige, humming around the digit as you swirl your tongue obscenely. leon groans deep in his chest, forcing his finger further into your mouth, making you gag slightly. he tsks lowly, pulling his thumb from your mouth once more. this time, leon’s gaze falls back to your chest where you’re still obediently holding your shirt up for him.
"fuck... just take it off, won't you, baby?" he asks sweetly, eyes fixated on your pretty tits that rise and fall with every short breath you take. you nod slowly, fingers trembling just a little as you tug the shirt the rest of the way up and off, letting it drop somewhere behind you on the kitchen floor.
the cool air kisses your top half, making your nipples tighten even more under his heavy gaze. leon’s eyes darken, pupils blown wide as he drinks in the sight of you bare from the waist up, kneeling obediently at his feet. your hands settle on the outside on your thighs, fingernails digging crescents into the soft skin as you stare up at him pleadingly.
"pretty fuckin' picture," he sucks in a breath at the sight, trailing his hand down to your left nipple that’s practically begging to be pinched. with the thumb that was previously in your mouth, he rubs small circles over your areola, the wetness of your own saliva coating the bud. you gasp sharply, the stimulation sending sparks straight to your core.
"god, sweetheart, if you could see yourself right now. shit, you're cute." he groans, continuing his ministrations on the sensitive flesh, smearing your spit across your nipple until the bud stiffens to a sharp peak beneath the wet pad of his finger. he tugs on the sensitive bud firmly, trapping it between his thumb and forefinger while pinching softly.
your back arches instinctively, pushing your chest closer to his hand like you can’t help it, and that only makes his cock twitch hard in his fist. you mewl, eyebrows threading together in pleasure from the electric feeling of his hands on your skin. you feel so pathetic under him, squirming from something as little as this.
you shift on your heels, the floor cold and unforgiving against your poor kneecaps, and the ghost of leon's thumb circling your nipple has you whimpering before you can stop yourself. your eyes flutter shut for a bit, trying to ground yourself despite how unforgiving he's toying with you right now. he tsks quietly, shaking his head in disappointment.
"eyes on me, baby," he commands softly. you open your eyes, your gaze settling back to his face. your lips part on a shaky exhale, and he coos at you softly when you obey him, finger still working your nipple slowly. suddenly, his thumb pinches your nipple harshly and you yelp, hips jerking forward involuntarily at the pleasurable, yet painful sensation.
"mmh-mh." he clicks his tongue, shaking his head at you in disapproval. "stay still for me." he finishes, soothing your bud with slow, languid strokes that only make the situation worse. you were nearly about to cry, you were so frustrated. you feel your slick soaking through your panties, the wet heat of it almost unbearable, and you'd give anything— literally, anything— to just touch him. you don't even care about your own pleasure anymore, all that was on your mind was leon and his cock. just as he had planned.
"leon, please—" you beg, eyes watering and bottom lip quivering slightly at his dismissal of your pleas. he tuts, stilling his movements for a brief second.
"what'd i say about you runnin' that mouth?" his hand abandons your breast to grip your chin again, tilting your face up at a sharper angle so you have no choice but to watch him. his other hand resumes its movements, slick sounds filling the quiet kitchen obscenely as you gaze up at him, eyes watery. "you just sit there and look pretty. that's all you gotta do. can you do that for me, sweetheart?" he asks, waiting for your pretty lips to form a response for him, if you even can. you feel so helpless, so small under him that all you can do is sigh in frustration.
you bite the inside of your cheek, hands clammy and panties uncomfortably wet, but you nod anyways despite the growing agitation in your veins. god only knows how long he'd drag this out if you dared to talk back to him now. he hums his approval, thumb stroking along your jaw like he's comforting a kicked puppy.
it feels as if you're just an object now—a little plaything for his pleasure, something whose sole purpose is to just get him off while you sit there and take it. despite your frustration, you couldn't deny how much it was turning you on, but you hate how much you're enjoying it— the way he shamelessly ogles you for his viewing pleasure, tilting your head as if he were inspecting a rare artifact. annoyed as you are, you almost feel like you were made for this. and perhaps that's exactly what leon wants you to feel right now.
leon's pace picks up a fraction, hand working his cock faster as he watches you struggle to stay still beneath him. stubborn as you are, leon's confident in you. he knows you'll do as he says, you've got no choice at this point. he chuckles lowly as you ogle his cock, almost looking dazed as he thumbs at the globs of precum glistening on his tip.
"yeah? you like watching me, baby? like seein' what your pretty mouth coulda earned if you knew how to fuckin' use it?" he says, his tone deceptively tender and sweet despite his harsh, teasing words that have your heart working overtime at how filthy he was being. a whine claws its way up your throat before you can stop it, and leon's mouth twitches into a satisfied smirk that has you cursing him out silently in your head.
"pretty little mess," he sighs, and the sigh is appreciative, almost reverent, like he's admiring his work—and technically, this was his doing. he's broken down all those layers of defiance and has reduced you to nothing but those tiny little whimpers and whines that show just how well he has you under his control. it's poetic, really— how easily he can strip away every ounce of resistance from you and leave you embarrassingly pathetic beneath him. he'd call this his favorite performance art.
"wanna know what i was thinking about all day?" he asks, conversational, like he's discussing something as simple as the weather, even as his voice has gotten a little ragged around the edges. his hand settles at the nape of your neck, fingers gingerly scratching against your scalp, a breathy exhale escaping you at his gentle touch. "sitting in that office, filing the same goddamn report for the third time 'cause sherry kept kicking it back, and you know what i kept thinkin' about?" he grits out, voice strained while he works his cock faster, the wet sound of it making your mouth water shamefully.
you shake your head, eyes wide and curious as you maintain heavy eye contact with him. you shift slightly, biting your lip at how fast he’s stroking himself now.
"i kept thinking about how badly you need somethin' to shut you up." his voice drops to almost a whisper, lips parting as a soft groan interrupts him. "kept thinking about coming home and finding some reason to get you down on your fuckin' knees for me," he admits shamelessly, and you can just feel how hot your cheeks are. it’s embarrassing to think about, knowing that his thoughts about you aren’t the sweet, lovey-dovey ones—but instead they’re filthy, almost degrading—and your stomach swirls uncomfortably at the realization.
"mm, but you, sweet thing?" he says condescendingly, a breathy laugh escaping him. "you handed it right to me on a goddamn silver platter." he goads, and ironic as it is, after literally preparing his dinner and handing him a plate, that wasn’t the first or last thing you handed to him. your dignity was the second tonight.
he pushes his hips forward slightly, just enough that the tip of his cock is nearly grazing your cheek, the heat of him radiating against your skin. you can feel the wetness leaking from him, almost but not quite smearing against the corner of your mouth, and your tongue darts out instinctively to chase it.
leon catches the movement and tsks, pulling his hips back just out of reach. your whine is immediate, pathetic, your hands fisting at your sides where they're balled against your thighs. "uh-uh." he shakes his head, the corners of his lips curling up in a cruel smirk. "you didn't earn that, baby." he chides, massaging your scalp with soft little scratches that have your thoughts all muddled and conflicted. he's driving you insane, and yet you still find yourself seeking his validation, yearning for his approval. the mind-numbingly addictive mix of him doting on you while degrading you in the same sentence is enough to drive you up a fucking wall.
"please—" the word rips out of you before you can stop it, hoarse and wrecked and humiliating in how needy it sounds. "leon, please, i—i'll be good, i swear—" you plead, tears welling in your eyes from his cruelty. leon's stare is intense, overbearing as he ogles your pathetic form beneath him.
his hand tightens in your hair at your mindless begging, tugging at the strands harshly and forcing a soft whimper from you. that gets a reaction—his jaw clenches, his fist falters around himself for the briefest second, and his cock visibly twitches in his grip, leaking another fat pearl that rolls slow down the underside.
"oh, now you want to be good," his voice is wrecked, lower, gravelly, the calm fraying at the seams. he's close, each tug on his cock pushing him further towards the edge and slowly breaking away at his composure. "now that i've got my cock out and you're crying on my kitchen floor. now you want to be good for me?" he asks, brows raised as if he was offended you even dared to beg him for forgiveness.
you nod frantically, tears finally spilling over and rolling hot down your cheeks. "i'll be good, leon, i—i'll be so good, please, please just—" you beg, eyes glossy and voice raspy from how tight your throat feels. you're crying, actually crying from how frustrated you are, biting your lip painfully hard to stop any more tears from escaping.
"shhh," he shushes, cooing at you softly as he takes in the look of desperation on your face. his thumb catches one of the tears, wiping away the salty stream and smearing it over your cheekbone, almost as if he was marking you. "i know, baby. i know you will. you always do, once we get to this part." his fist resumes its pace, his wrist working faster and in tight little twists at the head that have his breath catching audibly.
his stomach muscles tense where you can see the sliver of skin through the bottom of his shirt, the dark trail of hair leading down from his abdomen slick with sweat. his thighs flex, the veins corded along the beefy flesh bulging beneath the bunched fabric of his pants where they've fallen mid-thigh. he's right on the edge, his breaths coming out sharp and groans growing more frequent with each passing second.
"open." he commands, voice ragged. "mouth open, tongue out. and don't you fuckin' move." leon’s hand moves faster along his slick cock, the wet, filthy sound of it filling the kitchen. his other hand stays buried in your hair, holding you perfectly still exactly where he wants you.
you obey instantly, jaw dropping wide, tongue lolling out enthusiastically. a fresh wave of humiliation washes over you at how eager you must look, at how shamelessly you're offering yourself up, but the moment your tongue is out his groan is guttural, deep in his chest, and you feel your aching cunt clench at the heavenly sound. any humiliation you felt was quickly replaced with determination, the need to please, and ultimately, the desire to taste his cum on your tongue.
"fuck. fuckin' look at you." his eyes are locked on your open mouth, his fist a blur with how fast he's stroking himself now, the wet sound of it filthy in the quiet kitchen. "mm-hm, knew you needed to be use like this. knew it the second you opened that fuckin’ mouth. should've done this ages ago." he spits, hand tugging at your hair slightly, angling your head back so that he's got the perfect angle when he shoots his load all over your pretty face.
he steps closer, the tip of his cock now hovering just above your tongue, close enough that you can literally almost taste him if you moved forward even an inch. your jaw aches from holding it open, drool pooling at the corners of your lips, but you don't dare close it, forcing yourself to keep your mouth open and ready for his load.
"fuck, gonna give you somethin'—shit—real nice, baby," he pants, hand fisting tight at the crown of your skull. "fuck, baby—gonna paint that pretty fuckin' face. you want that? want my cum all over you?" he asks, hips bucking into his hand with each fast, slick stroke.
a desperate, garbled sound leaves your open mouth, as close as you can get it to a 'yes' without closing your mouth. tears are streaming freely down your cheeks now, your nipples are aching, your cunt is throbbing, and you have never, ever, wanted anything as badly as you want leon to cum on your face right now.
leon's hips stutter, a sharp, ragged groan punching out of him. "yeah— fuck, yeah… that's it, mm-hm, just like that—stick that fuckin' tongue out for me—" his fist works frantically now, the head of his cock a deep, angry red, his balls drawing up tight. you watch his abs clench, watch the veins in his neck strain, watch his eyes go almost black with lust as he stares down at you with the kind of hunger that makes you feel utterly devoured.
"shit— shit, baby, fuck,—" he moans, head lolling back as the first few knots in his lower abdomen begin to uncoil.
he comes with a low, broken groan that he doesn't even try to muffle, and the first thick rope of it landing hot across your cheek and the bridge of your nose. you flinch instinctively but his hand in your hair holds you steady, his hips jerking, his fist milking himself through it as the second spurt paints your lips and tongue, the third striping down your chin and dripping warm onto your collarbone.
his cock pulses in his fist, his cum thick, heavy, and hot as it drips down your face, painting you in stripes that he watches with hooded, hungry eyes. some of it catches on your eyelashes, some pools in the crevice of your collarbone, and the rest drips slowly down the swell of your breasts—his cum glistening on your skin like a signature across his newly finished masterpiece.
"fuck. fuck, look at that. look at you," he breathes, his voice almost reverent now, nearly broken from the intensity of his orgasm. his fist slows, milking the last few drops out onto your tongue, and you instinctively close your lips around the head when he presses it against your lips, suckling soft and obedient just like he taught you to.
he hisses through his teeth, hips twitching at the oversensitivity, but he lets you. lets you suck him clean, your tongue gently lapping at the slit until there's nothing left, until he's finally softening against your tongue. when he finally pulls free, the head of his cock leaves a wet, glistening smear across your bottom lip. his thumb is there immediately, dragging through the mess on your chin, gathering it up, and pressing it back between your lips for you to take.
"swallow it. all of it. don't you waste a fuckin' drop, sweetheart." he commands, forcing his finger into your mouth, humming in satisfaction when you eagerly take the cum-covered digit. you swallow around his thumb, eyes locked on his and tears drying on your cheeks. you feel his cum drying on your chest, feel it sticky on your face, and you have never felt more claimed than you do right now.
leon's chest is heaving, his hair stuck damp to his forehead, jaw slack, eyes blown wide, and soft, satisfied hums leaving his as lips as he watches you swallow his load. god, it's something you want to commit to your memory for the rest of your life.
"good fuckin' girl," he praises, his breathing steadying out as he finally catches his breath from his orgasm. his thumb drags out of your mouth, slides through the cum on your cheek, and presses it back between your lips one more time just to watch you suck it clean. "my fucking girl. there she is." he says, affectionate, and you hum appreciatively around the digit, something warm swelling in your chest from how sweetly he was praising you.
his hand smooths down from your hair to cup your cheek, and his eyes finally soften, thumb stroking soft little circles into the skin despite the now dried cum that rests there like a brand. "you with me, baby?" he murmurs, thumb stroking through the mess on your cheek almost tenderly. "you okay?" he asks sincerely, eyes searching yours for any form of discomfort that could've been present.
you nod, dazed, blinking up at him through wet lashes. your voice, albeit tiny and ragged, finally manages a small, "i'm okay," and leon exhales in relief, his hand reaching up to stroke your hair tenderly.
"yeah?" the smile he gives you is fond, caring, the kind that make your heart swell with adoration. you nod in response, leaning into his touch instinctively. "yeah, you did so good for me. so good, baby," he leans down, presses a soft kiss to your forehead despite the mess, lingering there for a moment. "let's get you cleaned up, sweet girl. c'mon."
he straightens up, tucks himself back into his boxers and lazily zips his pants up as he turns to the sink. you sit there, eyes red and puffy as you stare into nowhere for a bit, hands folded in your lap as you replay the scene in your head. you hear water running, the soft tear of a paper towel, and a moment later he's crouching back down in front of you, the warm, damp towel in his hand.
he cleans your face with slow, careful strokes. the cum on your cheek, the streak across your nose, the sticky mess on your chin, lips, and collarbone. he's so gentle now, so patient, the same hands that pulled your hair roughly when you wouldn't listen, now delicately smoothing the cloth across your skin like you're something precious.
you stare at him in awe as he continues, mouth gaped open dumbly as you absentmindedly palm your poor knees. he pulls back when he's finished, scanning your form meticulously as if he were searching for any injuries. "knees hurt, baby?" he asks when he sees you soothing them, hand blanketing yours as he strokes the skin softly.
you nod, eyes glossy as you meet his gaze, his stare softening as he reflects on his rough handling in the beginning. he grasps your hand, pressing a firm, sweet kiss to the skin apologetically.
"c'mere." he tosses the cloth into the trash, then bends and scoops you up under your knees and back in one easy motion, lifting you off the floor like you weigh nothing. your arms loop around his neck instinctively, face tucking into the warm crook between his jaw and shoulder, and you feel him exhale into your hair.
"let me make it up to you baby," he says, voice deep and sultry against your temple, and your heart pounds at the suggestion. finally, he's going to give you something, you think. you felt like you could've exploded down there on your knees, at his mercy and with no ground to stand on. "you still owe me for that mouth, though, baby. i haven't forgotten that easily." he muses, turning to press a firm kiss to your forehead as he walks in the direction of the stairs.
he carries you toward the stairs, the soft pad of his feet on the hardwood the only sound now besides your soft breaths against his neck. the light from the kitchen spills into the hallway, casting dark shadows up the stairwell, and his arms tighten around you as he guides you both to the bedroom.
nier’s note 🗒️: mean!leon back by popular demand! took some inspo from the lyrics of 15 minutes by sabrina carpenter w/this, i love her sm. i fucking nutted writing this holy shit, like this might be my favorite fic ive written. made him vv condescending this time + a little meaner than needed but its definitelyyy what i needed...! making this a two-parter for those who are curiousss, wanted to get this first part out because im impulsive and excited... enjoy!! final pt coming soon xx
⤷ 𝓷𝓼𝓯𝔀. 𝟏𝟖+. age gap. reader is of age. p in v. 𝟸.𝟽𝓀
large hands grab at your body and yank you into the bathroom, greedy and groping, as a gasp hitches in your throat. you knew that it was going to happen, that it was coming, and yet, you still gasp. thankfully though, the noise that escapes past your lips isn’t loud enough to get you caught
“fuck sweetheart—been killin’ me up here,” leon grumbles while he locks the door but before you have a proper chance to defend yourself, he’s pressing into you. his hand slides loosely around your neck and your fingers twist into his shirt as he crushes his lips onto yours
he tastes like beer and the fresh lemonade that you made for your dad’s barbeque. it’s sweet, which is a stark contrast to the filthiness of the kiss. it’s messy and sloppy and his teeth knock against your own before he nips gently over your bottom lip, eliciting soft moans that get muffled between your mouths
leon walks you backwards towards the counter until the edge of it is digging into your hips, “c’mon, we haven’t got long,” he huffs after he kisses you one last time and then, he spins you around and leaves you staring at him in the mirror with your face flushed pink and your chest heaving in short pants
“long for what?” you ask in a whisper and your answer comes in the form of leon bending you over with a hand planted on your spine while the other rucks the skirt of your dress up and over your ass, “leon, my dads outside—everyone’s outside,” you hiss and flail your arm in an attempt to swat his hand away from your body
your eyes flicker towards the frosted glass window that’s cracked open and overlooks the backyard where your dad is hosting his annual barbecue. there’s several people outside, friends and coworkers plus all of their families. it’s beyond risky but you don’t really seem to care when leon is grinding up against you
he’s hard and straining along the zipper on his jeans, bulging and squishing into the swell of your ass with every shift of his hips that knocks you off balance. you accidentally stand on leon's boots as your thighs clench but you manage to steady yourself by gripping onto the edge of the counter for leverage
“that’s why we haven’t got long,” leon mumbles eventually and then smooths his hand over your ass cheek until his fingers are teasing underneath the hem of your panties. you whine as he pulls them away from your body and the thin fabric separates from your wet pussy, “fuck—you’re already soaked,”
“have been all day—since you got here,” you sigh whilst his knuckle drags along the length of your cunt, from your hole down to your clit where his touch ghosts. it makes you whimper and try to push back against him but as you do, he pulls his hand away and slides your panties to the side in a rush
cool air fans over your warm skin and raises tiny pinprick bumps that tickle down your arms and over your thighs, causing you to shiver, regardless of the fact that it’s a warm, sunny, day—the perfect kind of day for your dad to host a party while his best friend fucks you senseless in the bathroom
“shit, me too—been hard this whole time ‘cos of your fuckin’ dress,” leon drawls while he undoes his belt with his free hand and then works the zipper on his jeans down without looking because he’s too busy ogling you and your—very short— ditsy dress in the mirror
truthfully, your dress isn’t anything special. it’s flowy and airy, perfect for the nice weather but it has thin little straps and contours around your tits nicely and you know for a fact that it always drives leon crazy. which, might have been the reason you reached for it when you were getting ready
“it’s my favo—oh,” you trail off into a quiet moan when the blunt head of leon’s cock nudges against your clit. he slips down the center of your pussy slowly, collecting and smearing slick over himself until there’s an easy glide between your skin and his before he presses against your dripping hole
“yeah, mine too,” leon breathes before he pushes into you. the sudden stretch is intense but it's everything that you’ve been needing all day and it causes your pussy to clamp down around him instantly, feeling every part of him and preventing him from going any further like he so desperately wants to
his hand slides over your hip, squeezing softly and bunching up fabric from your dress as he goes while you whimper and clench around him. eventually though, you reach back to loop your fingers around his wrist, scratching your nails over tanned skin, and that’s enough for him
leon sinks into you slowly, pushing in and then pulling out a little bit before he does it all over again. he’s thick and it forces your legs to part further than they already are to take him but, leon does you one better than that and grabs at the back of your thigh to manhandle your leg up until your knee is resting on the counter
“oh fuck,” you groan into your palm in an attempt to stay quiet as the new angle quickly drops him deeper into you, forcing him to bottom out and bump his heavy balls against your clit. you can feel him everywhere, deep inside of you, in your stomach and knocking the air out of your lungs, all at once
you watch in the mirror as leon traps his bottom lip between his teeth and stares down at where your bodies join, eyeing the fluttering of your cunt around the base of his cock and the thin sheen of slick that you’re coating his skin with and then, just as slowly as he sunk into you, he pulls back out
it’s a dizzying feeling, the drag of his length against the walls of your pussy, that are crushing him in a desperate bid to keep him trapped inside of you forever. if you had it your way, he’d be there all day, every day, but that—unfortunately—can’t happen since your dad has no idea that you and leon have been fucking for months
that’s what makes it more special though, you suppose. the fact that moments are stolen and kept secret, they’re rushed and not often planned and sometimes, it can be a long while before they happen again. so, you’ve started to make a conscious effort to savour whatever you can, when you can
“ready angel? m’not gonna be able to be nice about this,” leon asks, sounding genuinely apologetic. he likes to take his time with you normally, pulling you apart and putting you back together with his tongue or his fingers, always with his cock, but right now, time isn’t on your side
“yeah—yeah, it’s okay,” you whisper before you get caught in a silent moan as leon fucks into you in a single but harsh roll of his hips. you go from devastatingly empty to completely full to the brim in the blink of an eye and as much as you want to, you can’t make a sound
leon does though. he grunts against his will and hangs his head while he picks up his pace. his cock plunges into your cunt on every thrust, from the tip to the base in long strokes that makes your clit throb and cause a burn to spread throughout your stomach like a wildfire
outside, in the yard, people laugh loudly and it makes you tense up inadvertently while your eyes flicker back and forth between the window and leon’s reflection but, his eyes are lustful and there isn’t even a hint of care or worry in them as his pace doesn’t break for even a second
“focus here, not there,” he mumbles and gives both of your hips a reassuring squeeze before he leans over you. his chest rumbles against your back with every silenced groan and his lips ghost over your shoulder, prompting you to relax underneath him almost immediately, “yeah, just like that,”
his low mumbles pair with one of his hands sliding up and over your ribs to your tits. he yanks your dress down and your tit practically falls out and into his awaiting palm where his fingers dimple into your soft skin as he gropes and swipes his calloused fingertips over your perky little nipple
“god—leon,” you gasp and jerk with pleasure that’s being shared equally between his cock splitting you open, his wandering hands and the brush of his lips. it’s nothing like you’ve ever felt before, dancing along a thin line that’s somewhere around too much and simultaneously not enough
but, before leon can do anything more or answer you with something deep and—not doubt—wildly attractive, his phone starts to buzz on the edge of the counter. you didn’t even notice it earlier but you do now because the contact information that brightens his screen is for your dad
once again, you tense and if you weren’t sandwiched between leon and the counter, you would dart out of the bathroom in a hurry, “what the fuck do we do—what does he want?” you hiss in a panic even though your cunt is still fluttering and clenching around leon’s length
“i don’t know, let’s find out,” leon says in a deadpan tone as he reaches for his phone and doesn’t give you a chance to protest before he’s swiping his thumb across the screen to answer the call and putting his phone up to his ear, “yeah? what’s up?” he asks plainly
thankfully, you can’t hear what your father wants and whatever it is has the snap of leon’s hips slowing right down until he’s fully seated inside of you and starting to grind, which you wouldn’t mind if the tip of his cock wasn’t rubbing right over your cervix with the shift of his hips
“nah, i’m upstairs,” leon mumbles, his voice sounding oddly normal considering that you can feel him twitching inside of you. he must be asked another question because his eyebrows raise and then, “your kid? haven’t seen her, man” he lies through his teeth easily and smirks something filthy at you in the mirror
you should be terrified—disgusted even—but instead, your stomach flips and the dirty kiss of his cock against your cervix starts to do more for you than when he was properly fucking into you. leon watches you as your eyes roll back and your reddening cheeks puff outwards and...
the realisation hits you and him at the same time. you’re going to come whilst he’s talking to your dad—who’s literally just downstairs—and there’s nothing that can be done to stop it now
one of your hands slaps over your mouth as noises start to escape while the other shoves its way between your body and the counter to swirl your fingertips in furious circles over your throbbing clit. you’re too far gone and chasing a high that you shouldn’t be and all leon can do is witness it
if he’s still talking, you don’t hear it over the pounding of your heartbeat in your ears but you just simply don’t care as leon’s eyes sharpen in his reflection. his brows furrow and his jaw tightens and his hips start to buck quicker, making the grind of your bodies speed up too
tears prick along your waterlines and spill down your cheeks in fat drips, your ass bounces back against leon to meet his half assed thrusts and the coil in your stomach twists until it hurts. you’re right there and blinking at leon with wet lashes and a silent plead for him to push you over the edge—and he does
he slides in deep, slamming the head of his cock against your cervix while he tilts his phone away from his ear and then tips his head to one side and simply mouths, “come,” and your body is more than happy to oblige
searing heat courses through your veins and makes you sweat in an instant as your body shakes. your knee drops off of the edge of the counter and you trample over leon’s boots again while your knees buckle, prompting him to wrap an arm around your waist to keep you mostly upright and on his cock
you’re not sure if you make a sound, the whooshing in your ears is far too loud but your thighs tremble and your teeth grate together—that much you do know. you’re clamping around leon like a vice and his cock is jerking in time with your uneven clenches which means that he has to be close too
the coolness of the countertop soothes your damp forehead as you rest against it and ride out your orgasm with the help of leon’s hips rocking gently. except, your bliss gets interrupted when leon discards his phone onto the counter with a thud
“good girl,” he growls and clutches at your hips one last time. you're pliant from your orgasm and easy for him to control while he pounds into you like an animal, “so fucking good—god, wonder what your daddy would say if he knew you were up here—shit—coming around my cock,” he rambles
a sob rips out of your chest as leon spears his full length into your sensitive cunt. it aches in a dull way that makes your thighs snap shut and your fingers flex and bend until your knuckles are white, “he’d kill you,” you sniffle amidst the sound of leon’s skin colliding with yours
“yeah well, it’d be worth it,” leon grumbles deeply as his thrusts start to become uneven and sloppy, a telltale sign, “fuck—m’gonna come—c’mere, can’t make a mess of you yet,” he slurs his words and pulls out of you too quickly, eliciting your gasped yelp while he turns you around and shoves you down onto your knees
your tongue lolls out of your mouth when leon reaches down to hold your jaw. his other hand is sliding over his cock frantically, leaving his palm covered in a sheen of your slick. he jerks, once, twice, three times and then feeds the head of his cock past your lips, just in time for his length to kick
leon grunts above you, not nearly as loud as he usually does but still loud enough for it to be suspicious if anyone overheard it. neither of you appear to mind though as thick ropes of his come splash across your tongue and drip down your throat, coating it with the taste of him
his fingers stroke softly over your jaw while you hum and swallow around him lazily until he’s got nothing left to give you and his cock starts to soften. you pull off of him with a little pop, lick over your lips and then stand up while wincing over the pain darting though your kneecaps as you straighten your legs
there’s a moment of silence where leon traps you between him and the counter again but this time his arms wrap tightly around your body and his lips press softly against your hairline. it won’t last for long—it can’t—but you enjoy it for the few seconds that it does last
“m’sorry but one of us has to go out there, now,” he murmurs when he steps back and tucks himself back into his pants. he looks far more put together than you are, you’re sweaty and your dress needs rearranging and truthfully you just need a minute to breathe and hopefully stop your legs from shaking
“go, i’ll come out afterwards,” you whisper and slide the strap to your dress up your arm and back over your shoulder. leon just nods, kisses you properly, only a peck but it’ll do, and shoves his phone into his back pocket while he reaches for the door handle, “wait—what did you mean you can’t make a mess of me yet?”
leon just winks and then he’s gone
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"You Seem Tense" - Leon S. Kennedy x Fem!Teacher!Reader
A/N: this is an entirely self-indulgent fic. It’s also my first time posting smut (not first time writing, but that dies in my drafts 🫠) so feedback is appreciated! I almost feel like I am too detailed and it goes too slow, let me know if that’s the case! (P.S. you can imagine whatever Leon you want for this, but I'm partial to RE4R Leon for this one)
Summary: You had no issues being Leon's roommate. You'd often have the house to yourself when he went on "special assignment" and would be able to focus on your own career as a teacher. But one day Leon is back home, and as you're grading papers, he decides you need to relax a little bit.
CW: 18+ MDNI - No pronouns used, but reader is AFAB and fem, has long enough hair for a ponytail. No use of y/n. smut, Leon calls reader "princess", "sweetheart", "good girl", and "pretty girl", oral (m and f receiving), throat fucking if you squint, spitting, fingering, Leon denies your orgasm, unprotected p in v sex, dom Leon is a wee bit mean, creampie, cum eating.
Word Count: 3,410
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Leon lounges on the couch, mindlessly watching whatever trash TV you happened to put on before you started grading papers. He can see you at your desk in his peripheral, leaning back in your chair as you hold a paper up to read it, occasionally setting the paper down to mark it. And when you aren’t using your pen to mark it up, it taps against your lower lip.
Leon knows you should be off limits. You’re his roommate, a convenient addition to his life for when he’s away from home for weeks at a time. He shouldn’t be admiring where your pencil skirt stops on your thighs, tracing your crossed legs with his eyes, considering how they’d feel wrapped around him. He shouldn’t be staring at your lips or the way you hold the end of the pen between your teeth as you screw up your face, trying to understand whatever it is your student wrote.
He shouldn’t be hard right now.
He tears his eyes away from you, trying to exert some degree of self-restraint. And he almost groans as he hears the sound you make you when you stretch, leaning further back in your chair. He lets his eyes wander back to you discreetly, and he watches as you straighten out your legs before crossing them at the ankles. He can vividly imagine the sounds you’d make as he kisses up your calf and thigh, biting the soft and sensitive skin.
And then you basically ruin him. You pull your hair up high and tie it up in a ponytail before putting your glasses on. You look like a frazzled professional that needs to relax, and he wants to bend you over your desk as you keep grading.
He’s now uncomfortably hard, and the rational part of his brain tells him he can’t let you see. With just one glance in his direction, you’d easily see how he’s straining against his jeans. But he’s not listening to the rational part of his brain. He’s hoping you see.
He averts his gaze then clears his throat before taking a swig from his hard apple cider. Though he’s not looking your way now, he can feel your gaze on him. As he takes another sip, he slowly drifts his eyes back to you to meet your eyes. He watches as your skin flushes and you turn back to your work, and he smirks. Now you can feel his gaze on you, and your shoulders tense from the feeling. You know he stands from his seat on the couch and you can hear his footsteps approaching you, but you refuse to take your eyes off your student’s paper. You know if you make eye contact with him again, you’ll melt.
So when you feel his hands fall on your shoulders, you’re absolutely helpless. You freeze in his grasp. He brings his face down so he can say in your ear, “You seem tense.” He slowly starts moving his fingers, pressing them into your flesh from over your blouse. You let out a shaky breath and it only spurs him on. “You’ve been working hard. Relax for me…” He digs his fingers in a little harder and you slowly drop your hands down to the armrests of your chair. As you let him touch you and ease your aching muscles, you let out a half moan. You’re in such bliss that you don’t even realize when you do.
But Leon does. And it forces his fingers to grip you tighter on reflex. Every part of his body is hot, screaming at him to touch himself, or better yet, have you do it for him.
Not yet, he decides. He needs to break you down, make you want him as much as he wants you. And break you down he does.
You lean your head back against the headrest, eyes closed, and Leon can see pleasure in your features. He works his hands a little lower, just above the swell of your breasts, before ghosting them back up to your shoulders. You shudder at the feeling and Leon takes it as a sign to keep going. He dips his fingers below the high collar of your shirt and can feel the heat of your skin. Now, your body rolls just slightly, without your permission, savoring his touch.
Leon steps closer to the back of your chair and feels it against his throbbing cock, the friction causing him to breathe out a sigh of pleasure. But it doesn’t reach your ears as you’re concerned with your own pleasure.
This is it, Leon thinks to himself, I’m thoroughly fucked.
His fingers glide down your skin, this time skimming the top of your tits, testing the waters. When you take in a sharp breath but do nothing to stop him, he gets a little bolder. His lips just barely ghost against your ear. “Enjoying yourself?”
All you can do is nod.
He smirks against you. “Always working so much. You should take a break. Let me help you…” His voice is low and sultry.
You barely breathe out, “Okay,” before he’s gently slipping the left sleeve of your blouse off your shoulder. His fingers trace the strap of your black lace bra and you hear him let out a light sigh. He pulls on the strap and lets it snap back against your skin. Your body tenses up again as he does, and you can’t decide if you want to run or freeze.
“Don’t worry, princess,” he whispers in your ear. “Just relax…” And then he’s placing hot, wet kisses on your neck, and you feel like you really have melted into a puddle. His fingers begin to dance along your exposed collarbone and you shiver at the sensation. You want him to touch you more. You grab his wrist and pull his hand to your breast, wanting him to touch you there. But he gently pries your fingers from his wrist and continues to trace your collarbone and up your neck.
“Eager, are we?” he growls lowly. “You’re gonna have to be patient, princess. Hope you can forgive me for taking my time.” He goes back to kissing your neck, this time nipping at it and leaving the faintest of marks along your skin.
You whine at him. “Please, Leon… I need more.” Your finger nails dig into your armrest.
“More, huh? Would it help if I…” he drags his lips up to your jaw and kisses it sensually, “kissed you here?” His hand starts to drift around your neck. “Or what if I…” He wraps his hand around your throat and applies pressure to the sides. “Touched you here?” You start gasping from the feeling. “You like this?”
“Yes…” you whisper out. “Fuck, Leon, I–” you don’t even know what you were going to say and can’t finish your own sentence, already feeling dumb from the way he dominates you.
“You what? Go ahead, sweetheart, you can do it. Use your words,” he says as the hand that isn’t holding your throat continues the dance along your collarbone.
Your eyes are nearly rolling to the back of your head from his hold on your throat and you just barely process what he says. You muster out whatever words your brain can supply you. “I need to taste you…” Your tongue lolls out of your mouth, as if you’re trying to prove to him how much you mean what you say.
He smiles down at you and moves the hand around your throat to grip your jaw. “And what were you looking to taste, princess?” He looks down into your eyes from above you.
You gulp down your nerves as you say, “First your fingers, then your cock. Please…” You make sure not to forget your manners as you tell him what it is you want.
He smiles at your blatant want. “And why do you want that so bad?”
Here is where you swallow your pride and confess. “I’ve wanted to be on my knees for you for months…” you admit. “Wanted to jump your bones from the very beginning…”
He hums in satisfaction. “Why didn’t you just say so?” And then he’s spinning your desk chair around to face him, and he braces his arms against the desk behind you to cage you in. “Now tell me again… what you wanted to taste.” He brings a hand to tip your chin up, his thumb grazing your bottom lip.
Instead of telling him, you show him. You open your mouth and run your tongue against his thumb before taking it into your mouth. You gently suck and graze your teeth along it and moan. And you keep your eyes on his the whole time.
“Very good,” he says as you slow down. “And what was the other thing again?”
You gaze up at him with pleading eyes, but his expression doesn’t change from the soft smirk he’s had for a while. So you reach out towards him and start fumbling with his belt, trying desperately to get it off.
“Need help, princess?” he asks before undoing his belt for you and popping open the button of his jeans. You watch as his hands work, and your mouth waters at the size of the bulge pressing up against the denim. You’d seen it when he’d been sitting, but it feels much bigger up close. Now it presses against his black boxer briefs and you almost drool at the sight. You dart your eyes up to his expectantly, waiting on his next words.
He smiles down at you and runs a hand through your hair before gripping tight. “Get on your knees for me, princess.”
You comply with his request without hesitation and maintain eye contact. His hand is still in your hair, and he pulls your face so your cheek rubs up against his hard length. He smirks. “Well go ahead. Help yourself.”
You bring your fingers up tentatively to just below his navel, tracing the happy trail that leads below his waistband before you’re peeling it down and away. You swallow hard when you see just how big he is. You always figured he would be, but actually seeing it has you dazed and dumbstruck.
A small chuckle drags your gaze back up to him. “What is it, princess? Too big for you?”
Knowing that trying to say anything will just result in a jumble of words, you lick your lips and bring a hand up to wrap around his cock, giving light and small strokes. Leon lets out a sigh of pleasure and drops his head back. When he does, you run your tongue along the underside all the way up to the tip where you wrap your lips around him, eyes raised to watch his face screw up in pleasure.
The hand in your hair grips tighter and pushes you forward, forcing him into your wet mouth. Your eyes water and roll back as you feel his cock press against your tongue.
“So fucking good for me,” Leon rasps out as he begins to pull your head back before pushing you even further, his cock hitting the back of your throat. “This what you wanted, princess? Wanted me to use you like a fucking toy?” He starts to buck his hips along with pushing and pulling your head, and you have to brace your hands against his thighs. He’s fucking your mouth like a man possessed, and you’ve never been more soaked. You pull a hand from his thigh to hike up your tight skirt just enough to touch yourself, tactlessly rubbing through your panties.
Without warning, Leon shoves you all the way to his base, and you fight the urge to gag. His body shudders as he moans, and you feel the hot ropes of his cum dripping down your throat. Tears stream down your face and you moan around him from the sensation. After a few moments, he lets you go and you reel back, coughing. And then his fingers are gripping around your jaw and forcing you to look at him.
“Open that mouth, princess.”
And you do, lolling out your tongue on instinct.
Leon smiles seeing that you swallowed all his cum. Then he’s gripping your tongue and spitting on it. “Swallow.”
You whine, painfully turned on, and do as he says, opening your mouth again to show him.
He hums out a, “good girl,” and lets go of your jaw, once again bringing his hand up to grip your hair before commanding, “Up.” He tugs on your hair and you scramble to stand back up on your feet. The moment you are, he’s gripping your ass with his other hand and lifting you onto your desk. He pulls your hair to force you to lay back as he slots himself between your legs. The hand that gripped your ass is now bunching your skirt up around your waist and squeezing at your thigh. With one look at his eyes, you can see they are glazed over.
The hand that squeezes your thigh slowly makes its way to your core and he grazes a knuckle over your wet panties. “You’re fucking soaked for me, aren’t you, pretty girl?” His words have you spreading your legs wider for him. He smirks and takes it as an invitation, pushing your panties to the side before running a finger through your slick folds. Leon leans in to whisper in your ear, “I’m going to ruin this pretty little pussy with my fingers until you’re crying for my cock.” He dips a finger into you, only down to the first knuckle. “So fucking tight for me, princess.” He pushes in deeper, all the way to the base of his finger.
“Fuck!” you cry out, feeling like it’s too much and not enough at the same time. Leon smirks against your ear and starts fucking into you at a painfully slow pace. “Please, please, faster!” you beg and repeat some of his words back to him. “Ruin my pretty pussy!”
He obliges, adding a second finger as he picks up speed. Your toes are already curling from the pleasure, but you nearly scream when his thumb starts circling your clit with the perfect amount of pressure. It has you stringing together curses, unable to form a coherent thought.
A third finger sends you to the moon.
“I already fuck you dumb, sweetheart?” It’s mean, the way he says it. But it has you hurtling towards the edge.
“I-I’m gonna!... Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” you manage to spit the words out. You can feel the knot tightening low in your belly, getting closer and closer.
“Poor thing,” Leon teases, placing more pressure on your clit, bringing you right to the edge. Just as you’re about to cum, he wrenches his hand away.
Now you’re screaming and tears are threatening to stream down your face from your ruined orgasm. You can’t help but bring a hand of your own down to your core, needing to finish what he started. But before you can even touch yourself, Leon’s hand catches your wrist.
“You’re not cumming unless it’s on my cock, sweetheart.” He brings his free hand to your inner thigh, slowly inching up to where you really need his touch. “And you’re not getting my cock till you’re crying for it, remember?” A finger teases your entrance, not yet pushing in. You feel like if he did, you might cum right then and there.
You whine at his touch and feel a tear finally run down your cheek from how bad you need him. “Please… Please fuck me. Fuck me however you want, just please let me cum!” You surprise yourself with how clearly you beg for him.
The hand that was holding your wrist lets go, and he uses his thumb to wipe away the tear. He looks down at you with a fire in his eyes. “How could I say no to that?” Before you can even process what he’s doing, his hands are gripping your panties and ripping them apart, leaving your pussy completely on display. The instant they’re gone, his cock is sliding through your folds, collecting your slick and grazing your clit. His hands have a bruising grip on your hips as he holds you in place. Once again, Leon’s lips are at your ear as he whispers, “Be a good girl and scream.”
He buries himself into your pussy in one swift thrust. The stretch of his cock does make you scream as you find your nails digging into his biceps, the muscles flexed. He doesn’t give you any time to adjust as he sets a brutal pace, ramming into your pussy over and over. His hands eventually leave your hips to grip under your knees, pushing them up for a new angle.
Your eyes are permanently rolled into the back of your head and your mouth hangs open. You can feel your pussy clenching down around him and your orgasm is building again as he bullies your tight cunt. Moan after moan escapes your throat.
“Your pretty pussy belongs to me, isn’t that right, princess?” Leon asks without slowing down his pace. He wants to see you try to answer with his cock fucking you stupid.
It takes you a moment to realize he even asked you a question. Once your brain catches up, you mumble out, “Yes, s-sir…” The words have Leon’s cock throbbing and he moans at the feeling.
“Your pretty little pussy takes me so well. What a good fucking girl you are.” He slows down his pace just to make his thrusts harsher, fucking right into the spot that makes you scream again.
Again, you can feel the knot in your belly tighten. “Please! Please let me cum!” you beg him. “Want to cum on your cock! Please!”
“Good girl, asking for permission. Go ahead, princess.” He leans down to your ear one last time to command you. “Cum.”
With just a few more thrusts, you’re coming undone on his cock, pussy clenching down on him in quick succession. Your orgasm rips a wanton moan from you, so loud the neighbors could probably hear it.
Leon fucks you through your orgasm, not letting up. As your cunt squeezes him, he groans. “Want me to cum inside this sweet pussy of yours, sweetheart?”
You’re still riding the high of your orgasm as you chant out the word, “yes,” over and over again. And Leon happily listens. He buries his cock to the base as he cums, cock throbbing hard, and he swears it’s the best orgasm he’s ever had. He groans as he starts fucking his cum into you, reveling in the slickness of your cunt. After a few thrusts, he pulls out, still hard, and kneels in front of you.
You’re so blissed out you don’t realize what he’s doing until you feel his tongue against you. “Fuck, you can’t do that…” you say half-heartedly. “I-I’m too s-sensitive.”
Leon shushes you and you feel his hot breath against you. “Shh, I need to clean you up, princess. You still have work to do.” He drags the flat of his tongue from your entrance all the way up to your clit as you feel his cum leak out of you. You shudder at the feeling and twist a hand into his hair.
He hums against your pussy before fucking his tongue into you, intent on tasting the way his cum mixes with yours. He pulls back for just a moment to say, “Look so fucking pretty with my cum in you. Maybe I should fill you up a second time.” He doesn’t give you time to react before diving back in, his tongue pulling more of his and your cum into his mouth. All you can do is moan again.
You’re not sure how much time has passed before Leon pulls his mouth away, seemingly satisfied. You basically collapse back against your desk, trying to catch your breath. Leon stands and then bends to hover over you, planting his hands on either side of your head. He leans down to kiss you, and you can taste yourself on his lips, then on his tongue as he forces his way into your mouth. You suck on it and moan.
When Leon pulls away, he smirks at you.
“Break’s over, sweetheart. You better finish grading those papers.”
older wolfman leon! who marks you as his territory! He'll rub his jaw against your temple and your pulse point, drag his palm down your ass until his musk clings to your skin. Other people can smell you've been claimed, even if they don't know that they're noticing. And he loves that. He Hates when you wear perfume or cologne, it masks his scent on you. "Don't cover it up," he'll growl, pressing you against the wall while nosing along your collarbone. "Let them know."
older wolfman leon! whos driven to claim, to breed, to keep you. He'll flip you onto your stomach and drape his body over yours, chest to back, teeth at your nape. That position isn't just practical it's territorial! He's covering you, pinning you down so you can't escape. And the way he murmurs "Mine" against your ear sends shivers straight to your core.
older wolfman leon! who you catch rutting against your sheets during heat! He gets restless and aggravated until all he can do is focus on you, your scent. He’s hard constantly and the only way to relive the ache is to fuck something that reminds him of you. Slipping his cock between your panties cloth and humping until his thick hot cum mixes with your scent!
older wolfman leon! who knots you any chance he can get. When he's close, the base of his cock swells thick and hot until it locks inside you. The first time it happens it might startle you, that sudden fullness and the way he's suddenly stuck buried to the hilt. But Leon knows what to do. He pants against your throat shushing you, rocking his hips shallowly while the knot pulses inside you keeping his cum seated deep. You can't escape. You're his. That trapped helpless feeling? He knows you love it.
older wolfman leon! whos sense of smell is dialed to eleven! he knows when you're aroused before you do, catching the quickening of your pulse. He can hear your heartbeat hammering, the way your breath catches when he brushes against you. Nothing escapes him. He'll lean in and inhale deep against your neck, growl low at the scent of slick leaking from your pussy. your practically begging to filled.
𓂃 ࣪ ࣪⋆✩˚ ༘ [leon kennedy]: three times you tried to end your situationship with Leon + the one time you actually succeeded
— in which! you were overthinking your relationship with leon and he was doing the same as you—just not for the same reason.
wordcount! 4.1k (even I'm shocked)
warning! cliché, idiots in love, drunk-driving (DONT BE LIKE THEM), mild depictions of gunshots and crashes, allusions to sexual intercourse, f! reader in mind but it's really not specified i think, HEAVY SUGGESTIVE STUFF, not beta'ed we die like my mans ethan, eng not my first language, wrote this in under 48 hrs are u proud of me
loosely inspired by: don't wanna break up again by ariana grande
The first time it happened, it was a casual hook-up. A one-night stand.
You met him in a local bar, drinking his sorrows away—you guessed. But he was pretty, and you were (admittedly) weak for pretty guys, so when temptation goes hand in hand with stupidity and bad decisions? It was a no-brainer that equates to disaster.
You sat beside him, equipped with nothing but liquid courage and a thirst for biceps. That should’ve raised red flags in his mind, but he doesn’t seem to care; that works to your favor.
“What’s a pretty guy doing here, all alone?” You played coy, flagging the bartender for a drink while (not-so-subtly) looking at him to see if he'll take the bait.
“…” No response. It seemed as if he was stuck in his own lonely world.
“Goldilocks?” You tried again, deadset on getting his attention, even if he's straight up refusing to give you a crumble.
“…Me?” He gruffed. Oh? That got a reaction out of him.
The stranger took another shot, stubbornly refusing to glance at you—refusing to give the attention you craved.
“Of course, you.” You chuckled, refusing to give up.
“Sorry, didn’t know.” He grunts. What a broody man.
“Girlfriend dumped you?”
Hook, line, and sinker. That made him pause. Must've hit a nerve.
“That's your way of asking if I have one?” He replied with a scoff, a petty smirk making itself known.
“You’re cute. Got me already.” You hummed, aiming to catch him off guard.
That got him to finally look at you. His eyes widen a fraction—barely even noticeable—as a light flush dusts his cheeks.
“How would I get you if I don’t even know your name?” He countered, finally having the courage to respond.
“Damn, you’re smooth.” You whistled, giving your name with a grin. Fuck, he was finally interested.
“Hm? What a pretty name,” he mumbled your name, a slight quirk lifting his lips. “Sounds like your mother loves you.”
Now that… kinda made your heart speed up. As if you unknowingly signed a bound-for-life contract with a person whose name you don’t even know, no less. You talked for hours; the conversation fell into a mad, easy rhythm. He looked familiar—as if you’ve seen him somewhere before. You don’t know when or where, but gosh, something about him felt unbearably enchanting. Like he bewitched you—letting him carve a hole in your heart with a sign that says ‘I live here now lol’.
Well, that’s a one-way ticket to enter his home.
No, seriously, he did take you to his apartment—sorry, penthouse. It was nearby, and neither of you was hammered enough to drive—it was relatively safe.
What happened after wasn’t safe at all, though.
After his front door opened, lust resumed to cloud your minds. You felt his presence looming behind you, his hands steady on your waist. The moment the door closed? He’s pouncing on you like an animal starved for weeks. Lips on lips, tongue to tongue, rough hands exploring the canvases of your bodies. His hand snuck on the back of your head, pulling you impossibly closer and angling his wet appendage even deeper—sweet sounds involuntarily leaving your throat, and he swallows it down like a champ. He tastes like a hint of mint and strong whiskey. God, you hoped the walls were thick.
Your hands slide inside his shirt with feather-like precision, moving from his soft pectorals (now hardened as you felt him flex) to his defined abdominal muscles. Six packs, you counted. You felt him shiver as your hands moved dangerously lower to where he needed you most.
He slowly, begrudgingly pulled away, panting as a string of saliva connected you. The erotic display made your head fuzzy with need, forgetting the fact that you literally didn’t know his name. He could be a serial killer for all you care, but it doesn’t matter as long as he’s giving you a taste of ecstasy.
“Leon.” He groaned, and your brain lagged, leaving you momentarily frozen. A small ‘huh?’ was all you could conjure.
“Leon Kennedy, the name you’ll be screaming later, gorgeous.” He grunts, and a wide predatory grin settles on his face as he kisses you with the same—if not more—vigour as before.
His arm wandered behind your legs, effortlessly lifting you. You yelped, scrambling to hold him tighter. All that bastard did was laugh, nosing and playfully biting your stomach. Hard to be annoyed when he quite literally rocked your world moments after. You couldn’t leave immediately after, even if you tried—you felt like a fish walking in the sand for the first time with the way that your legs. just. won’t. work.
So you let him romance you with aftercare. Soft, fleeting kisses and gentle hands tidying you up.
The next day was far from different. Now, the reason why you couldn’t walk away wasn't just because of your out-of-commission legs. You couldn’t walk away simply because a man—Leon, as you've learnt—has you locked in his strong arms and hulking muscles. Every time you shift, his hold would get even tighter. And you couldn’t even pry his hands off your waist; you tried it, and it was useless.
So, what did you do?
Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Nothing but placing your hand on his cheek while admiring him close up. His soft jawline, his disheveled hair perfectly framing his face, his soft, inviting lips—anything, really. It was as if he was sculpted by the Goddess of beauty herself.
But then, you felt him shift. You were startled, quickly trying to pull your hand away. Keyword: trying. Because just as quickly, his large hand shot up to hold your smaller one—interwining—keeping it from trying to move. You squirmed; his other arm (from below your waist) trapped you in place. It was all too sudden—your eyes widen a fraction as you feel him nuzzle into your warm palm, a soft sigh escaping him.
“Hi,” Leon mumbled, locking eyes with you. His voice was rough, given that he had just woken up, but his eyes. His eyes held affection. Utterly devastating affection, just for you.
Now that made your insufferable heart ache.
And that, was the start of your situationship with a broody, corny, infuriatingly handsome man named Leon (Ass) Kennedy.
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“Hey, Lee?”
“Yeah? What’s up?”
“Let’s end this—whatever this is.”
“Huh, wha—”
You ended the call, not even bothering to let him finish.
It’s been months of this fuckass cat-and-fish game you didn’t even know you were playing. Months of this on-and-off, months of this disappearing game, and gosh, you’re tired. Tired of him treating whatever you two have as nothing but a mere plaything; tired of your stupid, traitorous heart for always beating faster because of him; tired of yourself for letting him use you just as he pleases.
So yeah, you’re done. You’ve exhausted yourself, and it’s time to get your life back together.
That’s what you would say if you didn’t hear a car pull out in your driveway and the bell ringing incessantly immediately right after.
When you opened the door (because admit it, you were kinda curious—and maybe wanna play round two), all you saw were flowers—a bunch of them. A gorgeous floral arrangement, boxes of chocolates, and a puppy-eyed Leon Kennedy begging you to reconsider.
Safe to say, you were one big dumb down-bad idiot and did something more than just get back together (unofficially).
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The third time was… admittedly kinda different.
He’s in one of his disappearing games again, dodging the topic of whatever it is that he’s doing for a living. You were honestly convinced that he was part of the mafia or something at some point, given the way he acted.
He said no, and you digress. The look of his offended face was something to coo over, blue-boba eyes staring at you like you have five foreheads and an antenna. You would’ve smacked him if he weren’t handsome.
But that’s not the point, no.
The point is that when you inevitably call him (because you missed his clingy ass), a lady with a very pretty voice answers.
“Lee, oh my god, where the fuck have you been?! It’s been what, like five weeks with no—”
“Hi! Sorry, not Leon. He’s kinda busy at the moment, call back later. Bye!”
“…”
“That fucking bastard hung up!” You screamed in frustration, throwing your phone to god-knows-where.
You were livid.
Because of course, a pretty girl (you assume) will come running into his arms the moment you're out of the picture (and babe, girls still swarm him even if you’re in the picture—who are we kidding).
And because you’re kinda fucking crazy and maaaybe a stalker at birth, you checked the location of where the call was connected. Turns out it came from freaking Spain. That fucker was on vacation, in Spain, with a pretty girl (again, you assumed). Forgetting the fact that there was background noise—which seemed eerily familiar with multiple gunshots and a crash, you really contemplated blocking him.
Like, okay, your thingy wasn’t official-official, but c’mon! You fucked, eat together, cuddle while watching sad-sappy dramas you know he hates, but sucks it up because you like it! Hell, he wipes your tears off, is your unpaid therapist, and ties your shoes for you! Both of you had a written agreement that signifies you, and he won’t be hooking up with anyone other than yourselves.
Have you, perhaps, misjudged the situation again?!
You spent five hours retrieving your phone from underneath the cabinet just to send a ‘we’re done, enjoy your next pretty lady’ text. You don’t even know how it got there, and you refuse to talk about how you got it out.
Leon responded with: ‘Hey, pretty lady. I miss your pretty smile. Quit being pissy, yeah? Dinner on me?’ after a week of deadbeat silence.
You’d rather be caught dead wearing a potato sack than admit you sent a ‘when’ text back.
Waiting for a month to pass before you hit send, of course. You weren’t that desperate.
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This time was on Valentine's Day.
Yeah, real sappy.
In each corner you take, it looked like red and pink hearts were thrown up on the streets. And everywhere you looked, all you saw were couples eating each other’s faces off. It’s disgusting, really. Hated it, actually. Totally not thinking of Leon bringing you flowers and letting you decorate him with lipstick and bite marks. Totally.
So you clocked in at work.
As a barista who’s in love with her job, one of your favorite things to do is those rare specials. As a person who’s emotionally constipated and bitter, you hated doing hearts this very specific day.
It wasn’t until you saw a very familiar blond from across the street that you stopped and stared for a few moments. Now, it wasn’t unusual for him to wander around where you worked, but what’s unusual is the fact that he’s talking to a lady with a small, infuriating smile on his face. You saw him—very carefully—receiving a bouquet from her, treating it just as delicately. You saw the lady nudge him, and he chuckled in response before walking away.
Your eye twitched as your smile turned into a grimace, almost scaring the customer who had been trying to get your attention to order.
Your shift ended with you making wonky hearts and fake smiles throughout.
While you were exiting, you saw a familiar car parked along the pavement, and a familiar face half-asleep in the driver's seat. He was cute. That, you’ll admit. You sneakily snapped a photo, forgetting the very cute fact that your flash was on. That woke Leon up, clumsily unlocking the door and stumbling out.
“Nice nap?” you teased, a smile easily making its way to your face.
“Yeah, waiting for you, actually.” He tried to be smooth. He really did. But the slight tremor in his voice revealed that he was nervous. He faked a cough, choosing instead to open his backseat—beckoning you to come closer.
And when you did, the scene almost made your eyes tear up.
Because in his backseat was a huge fox stuffed toy holding a ‘will you let me be your valentine?’ sign propped with a very familiar arrangement of your favorite flowers, snacks, chocolates, and the like.
“So… will you?” whispered Leon from behind you. You turned around and, god, he was so close you practically felt his breath fan your flushed face. You snaked your arms around his neck, pulling him to your height, and stared at his twinkling baby blues with nothing but adoration.
Then, you leaned to close the distance.
Your lips moved in sync, falling into a dance both of you unknowingly memorized as your glassy eyes fluttered shut. You felt him nip your bottom lip, making it part. His warm tongue explored your mouth, as if it were the first time he had the honor of doing so. Your tongues locked, meeting halfway. You felt him suck, swallowing your noises as he backed you to his car.
His hands wander to your waist, pulling you even closer. And the worst part? He was gentle. He was gentle all throughout. As if what you had were real—labels be damned. You didn’t even remember when you parted, just the warmth of his calloused hand that caressed your cheek with hearts in his eyes and a soft smile on his lips. He looked ethereal, with his blown-out pupils and golden hair that swayed with the wind.
“Does that answer your question, Kennedy?” You asked, just as softly, afraid of dampening the surreal mood.
He laughed softly, and god, it was beautiful. You don’t even think there was an ounce of ugliness in that man. Sure, he has his broody act, but god, it just makes him all the more endearing.
“I got you flowers.” Leon started, brushing your hair behind your ear, which felt out of place. “From across the café. You’ve mentioned how much you loved how they arranged their bouquets. Jesus, the lady recognized me from buying there all the time.” He finished with a breathless—shy—laugh, a hint of red slowly blooming through his face.
“Lee, you didn’t have to.” You drawled, your voice fading into a whisper. “Just your presence is enough.”
“I want to. Your smile makes it worth it,” he stated with enough conviction that made your heart bubble with love. Utterly devastating love. All for him. All for the mysterious man you walked up to in the bar that had too much love to give with no one to give it to.
“God, you're sappy.” You shook your head, turning away from him to hide your rapidly blooming cheeks.
“You love it.” Leon chuckled, turning your head back.
“Debatable.”
“What a pretty, pissy girlfriend you are.” He grinned, purposely letting the word linger.
Now that made you freeze, the gears of your head refusing to turn. “Girlfriend..?”
And that made Leon confused, slightly stepping back to give you space, but his hands were still firmly planted around you. “Of course, girlfriend. You don’t think I’ll do this to someone I’m not exclusive to, right?”
“Huh? Since when?!” You exclaimed, gripping the two openings of his jacket.
“Baby, I literally take you out on dates—we’re dating. The fuck you mean ‘when’??” He looked at you, incredulously—as if you were the one making zero sense.
“I—wha—you never asked?!” You tugged, shaking him back and forth.
“We talked about being exclusive!”
“Yeah—exclusively fucking!”
“We literally had thee talk.” He deadpanned, amusement lingering in his eyes.
“That’s not how it works??!”
“Wait, so—the whole time—you don’t think I’m fucking yours?” The bastard had the audacity to laugh at you, making your blood flare up.
“Fuck—yes??”
“Baby, that’s insane. Are you okay?”
“I—you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“So much.” That earned him multiple smacks on the head and a shit ton of kisses that peppered all over his face right after.
Yeah, turns out, in the very deep and concerning mind of Leon S. Kennedy, the two of you were in a very much real, loving, and committed relationship. You just didn’t know it yet.
He thinks it started the very first time you slept together.
He knew you as the pretty lady who works in a cozy café downtown. The cute barista who serves sweet drinks with a matching sweet smile. He was with Claire that time, grabbing a long-overdue lunch. It was the closest café in the vicinity, and like the gentleman that he is, he offered to order and pay for her as well.
He caught a glimpse of you while he was ordering.
And damn, it felt like Cupid’s arrow went straight to his heart and hit the bullseye.
Because from then on, he vowed to visit—at least maybe once a month. Y’know, just to… observe—order, drinks and pastries are good. Totally. Totally not because he was too much of a pussy to talk to you. For sure.
That’s also the reason why he felt as if Cupid came for round 2 when he saw you at the bar.
You were literally talking to him—giving him attention—and he didn’t even notice that it was you, of all people. It’s the whiskey, he swears, that made him undeniably bold. On any normal day, he wouldn’t have the courage to talk to you—more or less, flirt with you! He’s a dangerous man living a dangerous life and working a dangerous job, for godssake! You could be in danger, and fuck, he doesn’t want that. He doesn’t want anything bad to happen to you.
But as hours passed by, he just couldn’t help but indulge in a dangerous drug named you. The way your voice lifts when you talk about something that interests you, the way you unconsciously scrunch your nose when you catch a whiff of something strong, and Christ, the way you sweep your hair back so you can see clearly. It irks him. The way you do shit to him, and you. don’t. even. notice.
He didn’t even know what happened. One second, he’s learning about you in the bar, and the next, you’re in his sheets—reeling from satisfaction: bathing in the afterglow. Leon couldn’t let you go, even if he tried. You got him madly hooked. And he’s right where he wants to be. With you wrapped in his arms. With you tracing his scars, kissing him lovingly as if he deserved only the best in this godforsaken world.
“Hi.” He nuzzled into your soft, inviting palm.
“You’re awake? Sorry, I woke you up.” You were so damn warm. Your voice, a little gruff from sleep, makes his blood run in a different direction.
“It’s fine, knew you couldn’t resist me. Not a bad way to wake up.” He teased, disguising his real, incoherent thoughts.
“Hush, you look like a bad decision.”
“One you’re willing to indulge in, yeah?”
“Debatable.”
He laughed, pecking the tip of your nose and pulling you even closer—his head now resting on the top of yours, wishing for the moment to last forever.
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Leon was with Sherry this time, on one of his off days. He wanted to visit his kid— checked to see if everything was alright.
“Leon? Who was that?” Sherry asked, a bit curious. For her, it was weird seeing Leon look lovingly at his phone. It was weird seeing him on his phone in general, more so that he’s smiling as if someone hung the moon for him. As strange as it is, she’s just glad that someone is making Leon act like an otter seeing the water for the very first time.
“My girlfriend. She’s probably bored.” He replied, a small smile involuntarily appearing on his face. He can’t help it; that’s just your effect on him.
“You have a girlfriend? Who? Since when??” She almost squealed, excitement flickering in her bright eyes.
“I know. Shocker, right?”
He picked up the call, expecting a barrage of ‘I miss you, come over?’ or some rant about your ass netflix shows you couldn’t help but watch, or maybe even that annoying regular that picks up fights with literally anyone.
What he didn’t expect was an abrupt breakup call.
“… that was awkward,” Sherry faked a cough. “Are you… okay, though?” She winced, voice gradually becoming more of a whisper.
After a few beats of silence.
“…Yeah, she just—does that—I’m okay. Yup… I’ll just—… I’ll see you later, kid?”
He doesn’t know why or what compelled you to break up with him over a damn twenty-three-second phone call, but he sure as hell won’t be losing the absolute love of his life over some fucking boredom.
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Spain was crazy. Insane—criminal, actually.
His mission was to save the President’s daughter, Ashley Graham. Jesus, he’s glad she’s already by his side—he can’t fucking wait for the mission to be over.
The absurd call happened when he was literally fighting for his life. His phone might’ve fallen during whatever the fuck he was doing to survive (he’s kinda reckless, okay—but valid), because all he saw was Ashley picking it up and talking to someone before quickly handing it back to him.
“Someone called you. I guess they were worried.”
“…There’s a reception here..?” He was more confused because how the fuck did a normal call connect easily when the comms with Hunnigan were choppy?
It wasn’t until he felt a chill run down his back that he asked the dreaded, “Who was it?”
“Ah, I didn’t check. But it sounds like a girl—wait, do you have a girlfriend?” Ashley asked, a bit incredulously—and he couldn’t stop the involuntary ‘shit’ that fell out of his mouth.
Oh. Oh fuck. He’s fucked.
Because of course, your call would connect; that’s just your effect.
If you knew he was basically kidnapped, would he be forgiven? Who was he kidding, he knew he wouldn’t be telling you any of this when he got home. Not because it’s confidential as fuck, but because he can’t bring himself to tell you all the ugly parts of his job. He can’t bring you down with him—and if that meant forever keeping you in the dark with the horror he regularly goes through? Then so be it.
He’d rather wait for a month than explain—recall—he almost got killed for the umpteenth amount of time in Spain, and not experience the getaway you thought he had. He’d rather whisper sweet nothings in your ear and have you in his arms than tell the tale that he got infected by a freaking parasite that ought to make him a mindless subordinate.
He’d rather take you to a fancy dinner and be enamored by you once again, grovel at your feet, and give you a good time than to admit that he was forcefully employed by the government to keep his mouth shut about the horrors of bioweapons.
Yeah, he’d rather take the burn of your anger than have you worry if he’ll live the next time he disappears again.
He might be selfish, but Jesus, what can he do if you unknowingly became his only salvation?
If becoming official meant going to court to pledge your undying devotion? Then so be it. Leon’s already got a beautiful ring in mind.
hey hey hey!! it's been a while, hasn't it? i'm afraid leon ass kennedy got me in a cage rn fighting for my life, apparently getting tagged-team w chris bulkfield as we speak. this was my third wip for this man n it's the first one to be published. i'm actually shocked bcuz this is like the longest anything i've ever fucking written, and it's also, BY FAR, the most suggestive one i've ever published. my mans been rotting my mind for a month now and gosh, i literally can't get out. hope you enjoyed reading this one as much as i've enjoyed writing it! also btw, no ai was used in this self-indulgent fic, i'm just an em dash warrior. as always, rbs are appreciated lmao ily
SUMMARY: Your boyfriend Leon invites you for drinks, promising quality after being apart for some time, but the night quickly derails when his colleagues join and pulls his attention away. Feeling neglected and hurt, you flirt with a stranger, hoping to provoke a reaction from your stoic boyfriend.
Warnings: angst with happy ending, alcohol consumption, driving under the influence, drunken sex (they’re both tipsy/drunk), cunnilingus, pussydrunk!Leon, possessive!Leon, jealous!Leon, creampie they’re lowkey toxic but in a good way, Leon is bad at feelings. Leon might be OOC but hes drunk so-
wc: 4,1k
Author's note: I haven't written smut in a couple years so hopefully its not that bad. I had so much fun writing this<3 Enjoy!!
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You hate it when Leon gets into his headspace, especially after a mission.
It can take days, sometimes weeks, before he lets you in again. And by the time he finally does, by the time you start to feel him coming back, there are already new orders waiting for him again to go on a mission across the country.
You know it isn’t his fault. You can’t even begin to imagine the weight he carries on his shoulders, the things he’s seen, the way it must follow him long after the mission ends.
But tonight, you don’t want to be understanding.
Tonight, you just want to be selfish. To complain. To miss him out loud without guilt. To have him look at you like you’re the only thing in the room. You genuinely miss him, all of him, but most of all you miss his attention.
So when he invites you to go out for a couple drinks at a local bar downtown, your chest lifts with hope. Finally, just the two of you.
Except it isn’t.
The second you walked in and saw this colleague already seated mid conversation.
You feel that quiet drop in your stomach. That oh.
Leon had glanced at you, just briefly.
“Didn’t know they’d be here,” he’d said apologetically, but didn’t offer to go somewhere else.
The moment they see him they are already clapping him on the back, pulling him into their orbit before you even have a chance to settle besides him.
You smiled. Because you’re used to this.
Now you’re sitting besides him, a pink sugary drink in hand, watching as he slips back into it like muscle memory. Work mode.
You try, at first. Try to lean closer to him, to get his attention, “accidentally” brushing your knee against his.
“Hey,” you murmur, soft enough that only he should hear.
He hums in acknowledgment, but he doesn’t look at you.
“I thought this was supposed to be just us tonight.” You said softly.
“I know, just give me 5 minutes,” he says, distracted.
Yeah, 5 minutes my ass.
10 minutes pass, and then some more. You sit there, half listening to a conversation you’re not part of, watching him engage with them in a way he hasn’t with you in days. He wasn’t even talking, but he was paying attention.
That hurt more.
You swallow hard, staring at your drink before chugging it to avoid tearing up.
So he can do it, you think.
He just won’t do it with me.
You set your glass down a little harder than you mean to, but he still doesn’t notice.
“Rough night?” A man’s voice pulls you out of your thoughts.
You almost ignored him, almost.
Then you look at Leon again, still not looking at you.
Fuck it.
You just want the ache in your chest to subside even a little bit.
“You have no idea.” You laugh softly.
“Want some better company?”
You shouldn’t. You know you shouldn’t.
“Depends, are you going to buy me a drink?” You wink at the man.
And just like that, you turn away from Leon to give the man your full attention. For a moment you completely forget about the pain and enjoy a conversation with someone who seems interested in you, and what you had to say.
“You’ve got a nice laugh,” the man says suddenly, leaning closer.
You tilt your head, playing into it just a little.
“Do I, now?” You gave him a coy smile.
“Yeah,” he murmurs. “Feels wasted with that man.”
Leon’s glass hits the counter a little harder than necessary. You don’t look at him right away, pretending to ignore his presence. To make him suffer just a little bit.
But the feeling of a strong chest touching your uncovered back is really hard to ignore.
The stranger straightens slightly. Leon doesn’t even look at him, his eyes are solely on you.
“I think that’s enough, sweetheart.” He says with a monotone tone, but you immediately notice how his jaw clenches by just the way he is talking.
The man backs off with a quiet apology, disappearing into the crowd without a second glance.
“What’s wrong?” You say innocently, avoiding his face.
Your heart beating fast against your chest, thrilled.
You don’t know if it is because you had been discovered flirting with another man, or if it is because you had Leon’s attention all to yourself. His coworkers have long forgotten, at last.
“Look at me.” He says calmly, and so you turn fully towards him.
Good God, he looks even worse up close. He was pissed. Furious, even.
“What?” You play innocent. You are having so much fun.
“You tell me. What the fuck was that?”
You shrug at him, “I was just talking.”
“Didn’t look like that.”
You let out a small, humorless laugh as you roll your eyes.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, babe. Was I interrupting your very important work conversation?”
His jaw tightens even more, and you’re suddenly afraid he was going to break his jawbone.
“That’s not an excuse for-”
“No it’s not, but after waiting 20 minutes for my boyfriend to finally notice I’ve been busy with some other man really does sound like a pretty shitty date. Don’t you think, babe?”
He is dumbfounded. The patient, understanding girlfriend he’s used to is nowhere to be found. She’s disappeared somewhere between the first sip and the fourth tall glass of alcohol now sitting empty in front of her.
“I get it,” you say, quieter now. “I know how this relationship goes. You shut down and push me away, and I’m supposed to just wait until you decide to come back to me. I don’t mind waiting for you, truly, you’re worth it. But you promised tonight was about me. I miss you, you know. You're always away, and even when you’re here with me you feel so far away.” Your pretty eyes filled with tears, threatening to fall any moment now.
Leon looks pretty embarrassed, you don’t know if it’s because his you (girlfriend) was having a meltdown in front of his coworkers or if it’s because of what you just told him and he feels like a shitty boyfriend.
“But I’m right here,” you continue, voice cracking just slightly. “I did my stupid make up, and put on a really cute dress I bought just for you to take it off and-”
You stop, shaking your head.
“I just really wanted you to notice me. Just me, at least tonight.”
That does it for him. Something in him breaks, and his shoulders drop just a fraction. His gaze softens, the anger in it twisting into something almost pained.
“You think I don't notice you?” he says quietly.
You laugh again, softer this time.
“Feels like it, and if you do you are doing a pretty shitty job at showing it.”
He steps closer, “I noticed,” he says. “The second he walked up to you.”
Your breath catches. His pale blue eyes don’t leave yours, and for a moment you think they seem darker.
“And I noticed you letting him.”
“Maybe I wanted you to,” you admit. “I didn’t know how else to get through to you.”
Your heart breaks a little when his hand lifts slightly, like he’s going to reach for you but ultimately decides to drop it.
“You don’t have to do that,” he says, voice low. “Not with me.”
You meet his gaze without blinking. The alcohol was giving you courage.
“Then stop making me feel like I have to.”
“I’m trying to” he grabs you by your hips just to gently push you towards his chest. Firm but careful, like he’s grounding himself as much as you.
“I saw everything,” he confessed. “The way you leaned into him. The way you let him touch you.”
Your breath catches, so he really was watching you closely.
“You don’t get to-” you start, but he cuts in.
“Don’t get to what? Don’t get to react?”
He leans down slightly, voice dropping even lower, and your pulse jumps.
“You wanted my attention,” he says. “You got it.”
You savor Leon’s possessiveness, pressing your tights together to alleviate the pressure that was forming in between your legs.
Was it the alcohol that was making him be this open about his emotions, or was it you almost bawling your eyes out that pushed him to be honest with his feelings?
“I’ll make it up to you, sweetheart,” he breathes near your ear, the strong scent of whiskey lingering on his words.
“I don’t know if you’re going to be able to live up to your words.” You say, rolling your eyes. “I don’t believe you anymore.”
Leon doesn’t let your drunken tantrum discourage him, he was going to make you forgive him one way or another.
“Did I tell you how nice your ass look with that dress?”
You open your mouth, scandalized.
“Let’s get out of here.” He grabs your hand and swiftly pushes you to the exit door.
You shouldn’t look, but you do anyway. A quick glance over Leon’s shoulder, just enough to find the stranger again in the crowd.
Already looking at you. The wink he gives you is easy like he knows exactly what he stirred up.
He lifts his glass slightly in your direction.
A silent toast.
You hesitate for half a second, but you mouth a silent, thank you.
“You’re pushing your luck, sweetheart.”
“‘Yeah? What are you going to do about it?” You look at him defiantly.
“I’m going to fuck the bratiness out of you, that’s what I’m going to do.”
You stared at him with practically hearts in your eyes.
“Threat or promise?” you say humming happily.
Leon was absolutely done with your shit by now. His hand tightens around yours as he pulls you out of the bar and toward the car. The cool night air hits, but it doesn’t do anything to cut through the tension coiled tight between you.
You barely have time to catch your breath before he opens the passenger door.
He all but crowds you in. One hand braced against the top of the car, the other still at your waist, guiding you (more like pressing you) back just enough that you have nowhere to go but into the seat.
“If the cops stop me for drinking and driving,” he mutters, voice low and edged, “I’m telling them it’s because my girl loves to rile me up.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, my love.” You smile at him sweetly.
Too sweet. And completely insincere.
Leon lets out a quiet, humorless breath through his nose as he shuts your door. He drives fast, with tension on his shoulders, and he has a tight grip on the wheel.
By the time he pulls into his place, your heart is already beating too fast.
Leon exhales deeply, like he’s trying to get a handle on himself before he turns to you.
“Out”
You raise a brow, still playing that dangerous game.
“Bossy.”
He leans in towards you, “You’ve been pushing me all night,” he murmurs,“And you’re still doing it.”
“Maybe I like seeing how far I can go.” You tilt your chin up.
“Out.” He says again but with a deeper tone.
You obliged this time.
The moment you move, his hand closes around yours in an unyielding grip. His other hand finds the small of your back, guiding you forward with a subtle pressure that sends a flicker of awareness through you.
The elevator doors slide open with a soft chime. He guides you inside with that same steady pressure at your back. The doors glide shut behind you, sealing the two of you into a quiet space. The numbers above the door tick upward, one floor, then another. Each second stretches, thick with something unspoken.
You can feel his gaze before you meet it. When you finally look up, he’s already watching you.
The haze of anger and alcohol clouded your mind before but now it had lifted just enough for you to really see him.
Your gaze lingered, letting yourself take him in instead of fighting it. His favorite leather jacket sat perfectly on his shoulders, underneath it, a navy blue shirt made his eyes stand out, worn-in jeans and those boots you’d seen a hundred times before. You forgot why you were upset at all for a moment. He looked good. Too good.
The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, the sound cutting cleanly through the quiet in your head.
“I’m going to open the door, I want you to go to the room and take off your clothes. And you better hurry up before I come help you.” The threat makes a syrupy mess on your panties.
You should have expected this. The few times you’d fought (rare as they were) he always turned like this. He needed closeness, something steady to hold onto, and it came out in the way he took control. Bossing you around was the only way he knew how to keep himself grounded.
Maybe that’s how he is used to calming himself down during missions, bossing other people around, you thought to yourself.
You blink at him blankly for a second, but wait for him to open the back door and to get in.
Rushing to his room, you hurry up and take off your shoes and the little back dress you bought just for him.
Rather than waiting in bed as you normally would, you stand with your back against the wall, waiting for him. You weren’t done playing, and you were far from done with being mad at him.
Desire pools in the low of your stomach the moment the door opens, your breath catching as your boyfriend leans into the doorway, you notice he’s no longer wearing his leather jacket or his boots, only left with his jeans and a shirt that hugs every muscle of his chest, hot.
His eyes find you instantly taking in every detail with deliberate care. Approval written all over his face when he sees that you’re wearing his favorite lingerie set.
Leon moves slowly, making his way towards you. Until he’s standing tall against you, chests pressing together.
His gaze drops to your lips before he can stop himself, your tongue peeking out to lick your bottom lip before he takes it on his own. His lips press against yours with haste, as if he’d lose his chance if he waited any longer. The kiss is desperate and messy with a feeling of aggressiveness to it.
Leon’s hands find your hips suddenly, gripping them on. And moan into the kiss as you feel his already hard member press into your stomach.
You bit his bottom lip in a playful manner while your fingers played with his dirty blonde hair, lightly yanking at the strands just to pull his head away from you, and to your surprise he left out a soft moan. You opened your eyes a little just to see him smirking at you, his eyes looking at you with a hungry gaze.
The familiar touch of your skin against his, the comfort of your natural scent and the desire he had been bottling up for not being able to take your body in a long time. He felt like he was overdosing on you right now, being apart from you was beyond painful for him, even if he was too proud to say it out loud to you.
Leon tries to close the distance again, his whiskey breath warm against your hot skin, his eyes searching yours with that familiar desire that you were craving so much.
But you slip out of reach, pressing a hand lightly against his chest and pushing him back with a teasing smile.
“No,” you said, shaking your head, your voice soft. “I don’t think you deserve to have fun tonight.”
He let out a quiet laugh, more surprised than discouraged.
“Should I beg for forgiveness?” he asked, his tone edged with teasing rather than sincerity. “Or would it be better if I proved just how sorry I am instead?”
He doesn’t wait for an answer, when he’s already reaching for your lace bra feeling the weight of your tits on his hands, easily finding your nipples and playing with them.
“Gorgeous tits, sweetheart.” He says looking at you, your face too flushed and distorted with pleasure to notice his loving gaze.
In utter bliss, you release something in between a moan and whine when he finally frees them from your lacy bra. The gentleness of the moment as Leon uses his hands to play with your nipples feels too intimate and the texture of his calloused hands against your soft flesh feels sublime.
A soft little breath escapes you when the wet touch as his lips close around one of your tits as a warm exhale that sounds like moan sounds at the back of his throat, while his other hand finds your other nipple lightly pinching it in between his fingers.
That sends a ripple through your core.
“Leon,” you murmur, and his eyes lift to yours. “I want your mouth.” If Leon was surprised by your requests he didn’t show it.
Alcohol loosened your self control, your inhibitions long forgotten. Only thoughts of lust and desire for your man’s touch are left in your mind.
Protests leave your mouth when he stops his caresses but are quickly shuttered when you feel his lips lowering. Disappearing from your view, gentle kisses tickling at your stomach. Your worries fade as you imagine the feeling of his mouth in your pussy.
His hands drifting down your form as he goes down to his knees, his face finally meeting your lacy panties.
“Do you want my mouth?” He asks, close enough to your core that you feel his breath on it.
“Please,” you almost whined.
“After the shit you pulled at the bar?” He asks again, but this time with a cynical tone. His big hands curl around the plushness of your ass, gently massaging it.
His mouth presses against your inner thigh, dangerously close to the line of your panties but not close enough to feel his mouth on your center. He nuzzles you, breathing growing heavier as he drinks in your raw addictive scent.
“I need you, baby. It’s been so long.” You begged in a wanton tone.
You gasp in surprise as he hikes your knee over his shoulder, giving himself greater access to your clothed pussy as your leg dangles down his back.
Leon didn’t even bother to pull down your panties, he simply moved them to the side, roughly tugging your hips against his face, finally savoring the taste of your arousal.
The first touch of his mouth to your pussy has you both jolting softly, both moaning from pleasure.nHe quickly separates the meaty lips with his tongue, working up and down, lapping up your slickness.
“So fucking wet, baby. Tastes so fucking good. ” He said against your pussy, and you almost cried from frustration.
“Don’s stop, please,” your hazy gaze looking down at him. The sight of it is hot.
One of your hands grips painfully tight in his hair while the other grips weakly at his shoulder to keep your balance as you grind your pussy against his mouth. Your walls clench down around nothing from the erotic scene of having him eating you out on his knees, he was basically making out with your pussy. Desperate to taste you, to make you feel good.
You wanted him to look up just for a moment, to see him drifting lost in the haze of his arousal.
You suddenly think of the moments when his absence lingers most in the small, quiet moments of the night. When you find yourself drawn to where he should be, resting your face against his pillow to the smell of him as a hand slips between your legs where you’ve grown slick from a dream of him. Needing him, and his mouth, and his cock. When he’s across the country hundreds of miles away from you.
He had you arching your back, desperate for release. Grinding your hips onto his handsome face as he sucked on your clit. Quickly adding a finger to your entrance when he feels you are close, curling his finger just how he knows you like it.
You moan his name as you orgasm, pulling away from his face as much as you can. Too sensitive.
But Leon doesn’t care, he grabs you by the hips again forcing you down to his mouth again, quickly lapping all of your juices until the very last drop as you whimper too high from your orgasm to do anything about it.
You feel him stand up, and gently grab you by the neck to press his lips against you in a slow kiss that has you tasting your juices and you moan at the lustful taste, grabbing onto whatever you can: his strong biceps, his abs, the bulge inside his unbuckled jeans.
Leon gently pushes your hand away walking you to the bed, instead.
“My turn,” he says with a hoarse voice, looking at you with burning desire. Not even bothering to clean up your mess from his face.
You feel like you’re floating as he guides you to the bed, lightly pushing you onto your belly.
You rub your hot flushed face against the cold sheets below your cheek, too hot.
Your boyfriend lifts your hips up, cursing to himself when he pulls down your panties, completely exposing your swollen pussy to him.
“I’m going to ruin any other man for you, baby. No other bastard will get to see you like this, I'll be damned if I let that happen.”
Heat slices through you when you feel the pressure of the head of his cock against your pussy, as he shifts closer, his hands on your hips massaging your ass cheeks.
“Don’t want anyone but you.” You said with a needy whisper.
The bed dips beneath the weight of his knees, and he groans when he fucks himself into you with a slow thrust, giving you time to adjust yourself to his size.
The air is forced from your lungs as his pace he picks up is harsh, fast, his cock thrusting inside of you roughly. You breathe his name over and over, scrambling against the bedding, as pleasure spikes up.
“I was going crazy,” Leon said in a breathy tone as he kept rutting himself into you “Seeing you flirt with that man, when your man was right there.”
You clenched against his cock, his possessive tone was doing something to you.
“You like that, baby? Making me jealous?” His breathing is harsh and ragged as his orgasm grows near.
Obscene sounds as his cock pushes your entrance over and over again, his belt slapping the plush of your thighs with every thrust.
Leon’s grip on your hips with a crushing grip, and when he angles you up a little more to drive his cock into that spot that you love. You cry out in pleasure , and you hear him moan your name in a tone that tells you he’s close too.
You look at him turning your cheek to the side too fucked up to answer him. He presses one hand to the small of your back to hold you still, while his other hand moves under your body where his hips meet yours to rub at your clit again, sending you over the edge.
Your pussy pulses frantically around his thick cock. Milking him for your pleasure as your eyes roll back in your head.
You hear him whimper when you clench your pussy around his sensitive cock from your orgasm spams, letting all the juices and cum make a mess of your thighs.
“Fuck, sweetheart.” breathy whispers leave his mouth. “So good.”
You turn around slowly, too drunk from pleasure and the alcohol.
“I love you… I love you so much.” Your voice trembles as tears slip down your cheeks.
He’s speechless as he watches you look at him with a love in your eyes that he knew he didn’t deserve.
“I love you more,” he finally whispers, pulling you into his arms and holding you like he never wants to let go.
You press your face into his chest, your tears soaking into his shirt, your hands clutching him just as tightly. For a moment, neither of you speaks, just breathing each other in, coming down from your highs.
“I don’t deserve you,” he murmurs softly against your hair.
“I’ll forgive you if you take a shower with me.” You smile sweetly, and this time is sincere.
sum; older!neighbor!leon just can't get you out of his head, but he knows it's so damn inappropriate. his solution? use the rainstorm to his advantage.
content; reader has vaguely described anxiety, age gap (Leon is late 30s, reader is early-mid 20s), unprotected sex, fingering, pussy slapping, tit sucking, kinda rough sex
wc; 6.3k
The weather lately had been horrible. Constant rain, but not yet enough to give any weather warnings. You hated the rain when it got bad, and because your favorite neighbor was aware of that fact, he took advantage of it to be around you more lately.
Tonight, thunder had been louder than the last three nights, rain heavier, so heavy it sounded like hail. You busied yourself, hoping to fight off your anxiety as you cooked and cleaned and even tried crafting as a distraction. You considered asking a friend for company, but your unspoken rule was as long as the power was on, you were okay.
The light flickered. You felt an impending sense of doom, a whine leaving your lips. You scrambled to grab your phone, looking through your contacts. Who would be willing to drive to you? Or come at all?! In this weather, no one, is what you thought. Not even your closest neighbor.
Coincidentally, your neighbor, Leon, called you as soon as the power went out. You immediately answered. "Hello?" Leon could hear the uncertainty, and he frowned.
"Hey, sweets," he started, his voice low and soothing. "Power out at yours, too?"
"Mhmm." You hummed. Leon could hear you scrambling to find any way to light up the house, at least the living room.
"I'll be over in a second, yeah? I'll bring candles and some playing cards. How about we play some games? Keep your pretty head occupied." You could hear his own shuffling as you lit a small candle, settling into your couch and curling up.
"That'd be really nice. Thank you so much, Mr. Kennedy." You spoke, voice as sweet as ever, despite all your stresses in the moment.
"I've told you to call me Leon, sweets." He chuckled. "Wanna stay on the phone til I'm outside?" He asked.
"No, no, I can handle myself while I wait. I'll unlock the door for you."
"Good idea. Don't trip and fall."
"I'll see you in a minute." You giggled at his warning, and he mused a sweet goodbye, the phone line beeping as you cut it off and went to unlocked the door, rushing back to the couch to curl up with your fuzzy blankets.
Five minutes later, Leon was rushing through your front door, soaked and shivering from the cold. He looked like a wet dog. You scrambled to meet him halfway after retrieving a hand towel from the kitchen to dry his hair.
"Gosh, if I had known you wouldn't bring an umbrella, I would've told you to stay home." You frowned, reaching up to ruffle his hair with the towel, droplets soaking into the thick fabric.
"I don't mind a little rain if it means I get some company during a storm." He hummed, a soft rumble from his chest as he took the small towel and set it aside. "Go get comfy and light these, yeah?" He said, handing over a small bag of candles and a lighter. "I would've brought my flashlight, but I forgot to change the damn batteries, and I couldn't find the stupid things in the dark." He chuckled apologetically, stepping back.
Leon finished drying himself off by the door, kicking his shoes off and huffing softly. You lit the candles, settling a few in the kitchen, one big one in the bathroom down the hall, and the rest around the living room to keep it as welcoming and warm as possible to avoid anxiety spikes any more.
"Thank you for coming. I hate storms like this." You spoke quietly, like it felt wrong to speak normally in the dark.
"Anything, anytime, sweets. I know you get anxious with the weather, and the power going out only makes it worse." He finally padded over the meet you at the couch, where you'd already been shuffling the cards on the coffee table.
"I know you know, I just want to make sure you know I appreciate it." You said, looking up at him as he shifted closer and leaned forward, legs spread as his elbow rested on his knees.
"So, what do you wanna play? Duo or solo game?" He asked, watching you bring the cards together and tap the bottom on the table, tapping the back of the card pile.
"Mmh, let's play. I don't want you just sitting here while I play solitaire." You snickered, thinking of how he'd done that the first time he brought over his deck. He liked card games, you learned that quickly.
Over half an hour, you two played a few games, your anxiety easing over the time. You beat him quite a few times, and he definitely let you win the last couple of times. Leon was scooted right at your side, knee brushing yours. Neither of you retracted, tensed, or got bashful like you usually would if you brushed too close. Leon found it cute, always sought more of those soft blushes, giggles, and sometimes long, warm glances if you let yourself stare.
Soon, you realized the preserved heat was no longer clinging around you, so Leon could see you shivering as you shuffled the cards, your hands shaking. He reached out to take the cards. "I'll shuffle. Warm your hands up, yeah?" He set the cards down for a moment, reaching behind you to properly bundle you up with the comforter he had retrieved from your bedroom earlier in the game spree. The excess fabric laid lazily over his lap, as he wasn't as cold, given how warm he constantly was. You were often cold, and even when it was approaching freezing temperatures, he'd often be perfectly fine to just swear one extra layer.
"I'm fine, Leon." You shook your head, tugging the blanket closer. "It's just a little chilly." You looked up, watching him shuffle and deal the cards. "Can we stop for a little? My hands are a little too cold.." you murmured.
He didn't hesitate to agree, leaning back on the couch. "Yeah. Here, gimme your hands." He said, holding his palms out.
"I don't need—" Your cheeks flushed faintly under the candlelight.
"Just gimme your hands, sweets." He insisted, fingers curling in a 'come here' motion.
You obliged, offering your hands. He enclosed his palms around your fingers, his warmth sinking into your skin. Your body ran cold with goosebumps but relaxed within a few moments. It was quiet as he pressed your hands together and engulfed them with his own.
"Is that better?" He hummed quietly.
"Mhmm." You nodded.
"Good. C'mere." Leon gestured you closer. You hesitated.
"I'm not that cold. I don't want to make you uncomfortable." You looked away.
"I'm offering my warmth. If you don't want to, it's okay, obviously." He chuckled, simply accepting that he was able to warm your hands at least. You thought, body already warming at the closeness and his low, smooth tone, his hands so rough yet gentle and kind against yours.
Finally, you shifted and pressed into his side, bringing your legs to lay over his lap beneath the blanket. "This okay?" You asked, looking up at him as your cheek pressed to his chest.
"Yeah, sweets. You comfy?" He asked softly, arm wrapping around you after he tugged the blanket back up around you, ensuring it covered your feet mostly, knowing damn well they were ice cold.
"Mhmm." You nodded again. Leon always found it adorable how you'd just nod and hum, pretty eyes blinking up at him, often a faint smile accompanying.
"Good." He mused, one hand slipping over the blanket to tug you closer by the underside of your thigh, pressing your side in closer so your head could rest in the crook of his neck.
Your head turned to press into where his neck and shoulder met, and he let out a slow exhale as he felt your warm breath against him. It took a minute, given the chill settled deep in your body, but as you warmed up, it became easier to fully relax against him, and Leon noticed how your muscles would ease in small bits. It started with your neck fully relaxing into him, your eyes falling shut. Then your thighs eased, which he felt from over the blanket as he kept his large palm pressing gently over under your thigh to keep you close. Finally, your body was fully limp, completely surrendered to his warmth.
You two sat like that for fifteen minutes before you were interrupted by thunder. It had stopped for a while, but when it bellowed from the sky, your ease was interrupted, given how it sounded almost violent.
"Jesus fucking Christ." You hissed, body tense all over again as you rubbed your eyes and groaned. He laughed faintly.
"It's fine. It's just thunder." He tugged you back in, hand rubbing gently over you hip as he turned more to face you, looking down at you.
"I know. I know. It just startles me when it's quiet for so long, and then the Gods decide to make me almost piss myself." You huffed, and Leon had to stifle a laugh at how bluntly you expressed your jumpy reactions.
"Do you want me to go check the power? See if I can get it to come back on any sooner?" He asked. "Sometimes it'll let you flick the switch earlier than the power returns on its own." He explained, pulling back as his hands fell to your hip and thigh, thumbs soothing gently over the blanket.
"Bring this candle with you. It's the only one with a proper holder." You said, handing him a yellow candlestick with a proper holder.
"I'll be back." He leaned in for a moment, an automatic action that he barely stopped in time before his eyes widened slightly, realizing he'd gotten too comfortable in such a domestic setting. He pulled back, accepting the candlestick and shuffling off toward the garage entrance inside, finding his way to the fuse box.
"Any luck?" You called out, listening to the click of switches. You frowned.
"No luck, sweets. Looks like a powerline might be out this time, not just a regular blackout." He called back as he sighed and returned, closing the garage door behind him. "It might not come back on tonight." He explained, settling back into the couch.
"Fuck, seriously? All night?" You frowned deeper, leaning back into the arm of the couch, curling up with your blanket.
"I can stay if you want. I don't have work tomorrow." He said, arm stretching over the back of the couch as his legs spread automatically, a position that almost always made your mind go to places that you felt shameful about.
"I don't want to keep you holed up here just because I'm scared of the dark at my grown age." You sighed. "You brought me candles, I'll be fine. You can go home." You said, shaking your head.
"Do you want company?" He asked, ignoring your attempts at pushing him away.
"Well, yeah, but if it's all night, I'm fine. I don't want you losing sleep—"
"Do you want company?" He asked again, firm this time.
"I-i do," you finally nodded.
"Are you okay if I stay?" He pressed further, gentler.
"But you need—"
"Listen. I'm not asking about me. I'm asking about you. What you need from me." He scooted closer, finding your hands.
"Leon, I don't need to be pampered like this. I'm an adult." Your cheeks flushed at how well he knew your needs in times like this, embarrassingly touched by his insistence to help you.
"And it doesn't matter how old you are, we all need things. I have my own needs you'd probably laugh at." He admitted.
"Yeah? Like what?" You scoffed.
"When I can't sleep, and I'm worried I'll do something stupid after a mission, I have a friend I'll call. If he's out of town, he'll let me sit on the phone until I feel better. He even stayed on the phone til I woke up one time. And, because I sleep alone, and I miss the feeling of being with someone, I have two long body pillows for both sides of me when I need a physical comfort."
"Really?" You hesitated, blinking up at him. "You? The big macho man neighbor that everyone asks for help?"
"Yes. The old handyman of the block needs a little help sometimes, too."
"You're not that old." You snickered.
"You still call me Mr. Kennedy." He raised a brow.
"Because it's polite!" You insisted, laughing quietly.
"You still haven't answered. Do you want me to stay? Or will it make you uncomfortable?" He asked, softer, less firm than before.
"If you really, really don't mind.." You trailed off, looking to the side.
"I don't mind at all. It's better to have some good company. Bonus points that it's such pretty company." He grinned, reaching out to poke at your side.
You giggled, swatting at his hand. "Flattery will get you nowhere." Your cheeks flushed.
"Aw, but you like it." He pressed in, tugging you closer and bringing you with your back pressing to his side as his fingers poked at your side again.
You squealed, giggling and squirming. "Quit it! You're here for company, not torture!" You snorted, reaching up to push his face away so he couldn't see anything. He playfully bit at your hand, making you drop your hand and smack his arm.
"This isn't torture, I can promise you that much."
"Tickling was literally used as a torture method!" You argued, laughing as you looked up at him, head fallen back on his shoulder since he'd stopped the tickling.
"Eh, you're fine, sweets, just c'mere." He snickered, tugging you in closer and helping you lean upright on him, your back pressing to his chest. "You comfortable like this?" He asked, arms around your waist.
"Mmh.. yeah, comfy." You nodded.
Despite the circumstances of the power being out, weather being bad, etc., Leon found ways to keep you from losing your mind. Your body was almost always at ease with him, and he was with you the same. What you were both clueless to was how badly you wanted each other. Leon couldn't live with himself if he'd made a move on such a sweet girl like you, especially since the age difference was less than socially acceptable. You, on the other hand, were just not as accepting of your physical needs.
It didn't help you that Leon was so kind. Not only to you, but you'd heard from the sweet old lady across the street that he'd walk her dog, and when her grandkids came over, if Leon was around, he'd always offer to help out and lighten her load. Apparently, he was close with the older lady, and you found that so sweet. He was so kind, welcoming, and so unbelievably sexy. A body made of hard earned muscle and strength, definitely had a bit of a tummy that you found attractive, and that goddamn stubble of his, and his body hair that you often didn't have a preference toward, but on Leon, it drove you crazy. You wouldn't dare make a move, but right now, with his arms around you, feeling a little more than just friendly as he had one hand resting just barely above your waistband, your shirt having been worked up when he was tickling you, so you felt his rough palm against your lower belly.
Leon's breathing remained steady, but he could feel yours becoming faster, uneven as his hand rested there. He'd done it on purpose, just to try it out, and he felt you shift your hips closer to him and his grasp. You hoped he hadn't noticed, but you knew he did when his fingers tensed and splayed more firmly over your exposed belly.
"Still comfy?" He asked, voice sounding raspier than before. You swallowed harshly, nodding.
"Mhmm. Still comfy." You confirmed, quiet and slightly embarrassed.
"You sure? You're squirmin' a little, and you don't sound too comfy." He prodded, knowing damn well what the problem might be.
"No, no, 'm comfy." You insisted, breath hitching as he leaned his head down, a chuckle rumbling low in his chest.
"You don't mind it, do you?" He asked, emphasizing his question with a soft press of his palm into your hip.
You shook your head, curling up closer and turning your head to bury it in his arm. "I.. I don't. I don't mind." You admitted quietly. God, you were so cute, and you weren't even aware of it. Leon was literally fighting every sane, moral part of him right now because all he wanted to do was lean in, kiss your neck, curl his arm around your shoulders and let his other hand roam below the sweats that were already dangerously close to showing off your panties.
"Don't hide from me. I like lookin' at you." He murmured, lifting a hand to gently pull your head upward, letting you look up at him, pretty doe eyes all wide and beautiful.
"You don't have to be all sweet like this just because I'm anxious." You looked away again, but didn't hide.
"I'm not being sweet because you're anxious. I'm being sweet because I think you're beautiful and I'm taking advantage of a nice, romantic moment to tell you how pretty you are. Especially under candlelight." He explained, his tone steady and certain.
"You're just saying that 'cause we're cuddling."
"Oh, is this cuddling? I thought I was just warming you up." He snickered. "I don't mind a little cuddling. Hell, being close to you at all is quite a treat." He said, his head craned lower to have his voice right next to your ear, now dropped to a whisper.
"Leon.." you whined, face turned away quickly as he made you blush deeper. The arm over your shoulder lifted higher, his arm curling at the elbow so he could keep your face from turning away any more.
"Do you want me to stop?" He asked, genuinely.
You hesitated. The immediate answer was no, God no, but you couldn't just say that. So you shook your head. He clicked his tongue.
"I'm afraid I'll need words, sweets. You know what this is leading to. And I need to know that you want it." He said, shifting to pull you into his lap, your back still facing him.
You nodded. "I.. I do. I do want this. I don't want you to stop." You leaned back, expressing your consent physically in how your body melted and fit perfectly against his.
"Good. Now that we're on the same page.." he trailed off, leaning down to kiss at your neck. He felt the goosebumps rise and prickle your skin. "You wanna tell me how long you've had a thing for me? Or should I talk first?" He mused, lips grazing your earlobe. You poked at his arm, and he chuckled. He knew it meant the second option he gave. He wanted so badly to hear you, but he wouldn't push yet. "That first time you brought over your muffins as a thank you gift to me for helping you move your bed and dresser into the house. You've been the cutest, most tempting thing ever since." He spoke, breath grazing your skin.
There was a pause as he kissed your neck, pulling your hair aside before both hands dropped, splayed over your hips as his thumbs hooked under your waistband. Your breath hitched, hips twitching with self restraint.
"And I love seeing you in your garden when it's warm. You look so fucking gorgeous in those pretty yellow shorts and your tight shirts, almost always without a bra. You think I don't notice?" He groaned at the memories of seeing you across the fence line in the backyard of your house. It started accidental, Leon stumbling across the sight on the first month of warm weather you had when you were still new to the neighborhood. He didn't mean to look, but when he saw you kneeling to tend to your herbs, checking for any damage or growth, he was stuck on you like glue. Almost memorized your gardening days.
"Leon.." you whined once more, head lifting to look up at him. "Aren't you embarrassed?"
"No, not really. Ashamed? Maybe. It feels so wrong, but I think you're too damn pretty not to at least make a move. And if I'm reading this right, you're not exactly denying the attention, are you?" He mused, hands slipping lower into your sweats before you automatically lifted your hips, allowing him to push your sweats down to your mid-thigh, leaving your pink cotton panties on display for him. "Why don't you start talkin', sweets? Don't you think it's only fair?" He teased, hands spreading your thighs wider.
You shivered, goosebumps prickling your skin once more, body trembling faintly from the cold and nerves. "I-its embarrassing." You whined again, head turning away as you wrapped an arm around his bicep, pulling it closer so you could hide your face.
"What, you need me to help with your nerves?" He feigned disappointment. "Poor girl, so embarrassed just because she's a little needy. You want me to help with that?" He finally brought his right hand down, palming your core through your panties, two fingers pressing at the warmth of your entrance through the thick gusset. You yelped, hips jolting as your legs closed around his hand.
"S-sorry, I just... don't usually t-touch myself. Let alone having someone else do it.." you admitted, clinging tighter to his arm.
"Mmh, she's sensitive, huh? Don't worry, that just makes it better." He kissed at your neck again, this time beginning to suckle light hickeys into the expanse of skin.
You let out a soft moan, lips parting as your hips bucked when his thumb pressed to your clit, causing a tiny gush of arousal to begin pooling in your panties. "Fuck," you whined, watching him spread your thighs wider.
"Kick your pants off, would you? They keep sliding back up." He said, his free hand pushing the band back down. You obeyed, shuffling your way out of the loose sweatpants. "There we go. So good, aren't you? You're being so good for me, I think you've already earned yourself a reward."
Leon hooked two fingers under the gusset, pushing it aside to get a view of your fat, slickening pussy. Your legs tried to close again, but he swatted your newly exposed core, making you squeak. "Wha—why did you do that?" You pouted, looking up at him with a frown. He soothed the faint, barely there sting with a slow rub of his palm over it.
"Keep your legs open. I wanna see you all the way." He demanded, though it didn't feel threatening or mean.
You shifted around, trying to get yourself comfortable to where you'd be able to listen to his demands. He just laughed, kissing at your cheek. You looked up at him, and he took the chance to capture your lips with his, deep and slow.
He used your distraction to slip two fingers between your folds, spreading them wide as he teased your entrance with a third finger in the middle. You whimpered, and he deepened the kiss, finally adding tongue as he inserted a finger. You choked on a moan, and he let you pull away to breathe, panting and huffing as you grabbed at his wrist and looked down, watching him slowly fuck his finger back and forth. The sight of your slick coating his finger was humiliating. You turned away, but your body kept bucking for more, and he gave.
He pressed in another finger, feeling your back arch and your body fight the need to melt into the pleasure. "Just breathe, baby. You can take it." He purred, curling his fingers and letting his thumb come down to circle your clit. You yelped, thighs closing around his hand again. "Open. Don't be shy, sweets."
"'S s-so good," you gasped, thighs trembling around his hand. Just when you were getting into it, melting and humping against his hand, he stopped. "Wh—why?!" You looked up at him, pouty and already so overwhelmed.
"Open your legs. I already told you." He said firmly. You craned your head to bury into his neck, pushing yourself to listen to his repeated demand. Once your legs were open, he started slow again. "Hold them open."
"But—"
"Just hold them open. You can close them around my head all you want once I've got you undone like this first." He said, watching your cheeks flush as you listened, pulling your legs upward, holding them to your chest with your arms linked under your knees, spread wide for his viewing pleasure.
Leon sped up, finding that same eager, damn near mind-numbing pace that he had before he stopped. Your body turned to mush in his lap, and he had to hold you up to keep you from slipping too close to the edge of the couch. His free hand tugged you back to him, your head tucker just beneath his chin, and in order to keep you still and upright with nowhere to hide, his arm hooked under your chin in a mock head lock. You never would've thought you'd be so turned on by a wrestling move. Your body jolted, pleasure doubling just because of the threat that if he wanted to, he could put pressure and constrict your airway, leaving you helpless and mushy at his mercy. You cried out, eyes rolling back.
"Mmh, what's wrong, sweets? You like it? Poor thing, so overwhelmed, and yet you can't get enough." He cooed, a deep chuckle leaving his throat.
"Fuck—" You heaved, gasping as your nails dug into your own thighs, fighting desperately not to close. "Leon, please, j-just—ah!—oh, my god!" Your head fell back, back arching almost violently off of his chest as he applied a sharp, mean pressure to your clit, simultaneous with the stimulation of your g-spot, ensuring you were at the height of what he could offer in this position.
"It's okay, just let it happen. You wanna cum, don't you? Take it, take it, and be as greedy as your pretty pussy wants." He groaned, feeling your core squeeze tighter around his fingers. At the last minute, he slipped a third finger into you, and the burn of the stretch only added to your arousal.
"Leon! Fuck—fuckfuckfuck!" You sobbed. Your orgasm crashed into you quickly, vision bleary and skin hot to the touch. Leon fucked you through it, feeling your pussy gush and pulse around his fingers. You cried, thighs trembling as they finally closed again, your hands flying to grab onto his arms, head tilting down to bite at his bicep. Small, broken moans and cries left you as you came down, fully undone and spent in his arms.
Once your teeth stopped biting down, he pulled his arms away, fingers leaving you empty and cold. You shook. Part of you expected to be left now that he'd gotten a taste, but you were beyond pleased when he turned you around in his lap, cleaning his fingers with his tongue before he met you in a slow, softer kiss, lips fitting together nicely despite the quiver in yours.
"You did so good, baby. You took it so well. Now," he kissed down your jaw, stopping at your ear. "I wanna get a proper feel of you. Think I can do that, sweets?" He asked sweetly, so effortlessly convincing with his gravely voice that he made sound so sugary sweet when he'd call you cute little pet names, and just like that, your pussy was already fucking throbbing again, awaiting his touch. You nodded.
"Please," you breathed. "I need it. Need you, Leon." You shifted, thighs still shaky as you straddled his lap properly, pressing your already satisfied and reawakened cunt against his hard-on. It was like a switch had been turned back on in a matter of seconds.
"Yeah? You've been waiting for this, haven't you?" He purred, his hips pressing upward into yours with a low groan. "Fuck, such a pretty thing." He leaned his head forward to dip lower at your collarbone that he revealed with a tug against your t-shirt. His hands slipped under your shirt, sliding all the way up to gently cup your breasts, eliciting a low sound of satisfaction. He felt the lace of the fabric, his hands squeezing gently around your breasts.
"You're wearing lace?" He huffed, kissing back up to your neck as he nipped lightly. "Fuck, I gotta see, can I see it, sweets?" He asked, pecking at your lips eagerly.
"Ah.. yeah, 'course.." You huffed lightly, leaning back with a giggle as he followed, trying to follow your lips and keep you from pulling away. The only thing that stopped him was you lifting your shirt over your head, fully revealing your pink lacey bra that had a tiny bow at the bottom of the valley between your breasts. It matched your panties that had a similar bow at the center of the waistband. Leon was stuck like a deer in headlights. He couldn't figure out where to look, where to touch.
"Oh, God is good." He breathed, half jokingly, as he grabbed you by the waist and laid you on the couch, climbing on top as he went straight to find your breasts with his mouth, his hands tugging gently on the fabric to fully expose the body beneath. He didn't hesitate to take a nipple into his mouth, listening to you squeak and feeling you squirm. He pressed between your thighs, his hands dropping to undo his belt and push his jeans down, letting you get a better feel of his cock through the thin layer of fabric.
"Oh," you breathed, the sound melting into a low moan. "Leon, please." Your hips bucked up, pressing into him, making sure he felt the warmth against him.
"Relax. Just gimme.. gimme a second." He laughed quietly against your chest, kissing his way to your other breast as he pushed your legs wider and ground against you, eliciting a soft whimper as his tip notched against your puffy clit.
"Leon!" You whined, growing more insistent as you reached out to grab lightly at his shoulders, pulling him in closer.
"God, you're so needy." He looked up at you, finally pulling away. He lifted his hips and pushed his boxers down, letting his cock spring free, landing to lay against your folds. "You want it bad, don't you? You wanna tell me how bad?" He encouraged, a nearly perverted grin on his face as he grabbed his cock, sliding the tip back and forth along your wetness before he found himself smacking his tip against your clit, watching you jolt with each one.
"F-fuck!" You gasped, nails digging into his shoulders as your head lifted to look down, thighs trying to close around him. He held one thigh open, the other stopped by his body in the way. "Please, I want it s-so bad. I've waited so long, fuckin' dreamt of it." You admitted, the dirty words slipping out much easier under the promise of him finally giving in.
"Mmh, now I feel a lot less perverse. You had dreams about this? Me fucking you into your couch til you're begging?" He smacked the tip of his cock against your entrance, and he felt you clench around nothing. You nodded rapidly, thighs trembling.
"Yes, fuck, yes. I really.. really need you." You looked up at him, eyes still bleary as you panted lightly from your breath holding periodically.
"God, you're so cute. So fucking gorgeous when you beg and whine." He breathed, finally surrendering as his cock slipped in with no warning, sliding in much easier thanks to his added arousal and prep. You whimpered, lips quivering as you practically shrank, hands dropping and clutching onto the couch cushion beneath you.
Leon groaned, eyes squeezing shut as his nose scrunched with restraint. He tried desperately not to go crazy immediately, trying to remember that he had no clue whether you were experienced like this or not. He knew you weren't a virgin, but the specifics were unknown to him. Slowly, he pulled his hips back, eyelids fluttering with an eye roll as his head lulled back. You melted, walls fluttering around him. He exhaled heavily, a moan lingering in his throat as he pushed back in, finally beginning to actually thrust.
"Fuck—please, f-faster," you whined, thighs trying to wrap around his waist. He grabbed your thighs, pushing them open and up to where your knees pressed up toward your chest, practically folded like a pretzel. You choked on a moan as he pushed deeper, finding spots you weren't even aware of inside of you.
"This better? You like—mmngh—you like getting fucked by your neighbor in the middle of the night? Bet you've fucked yourself with me in mind with the way you're reacting."
Shameless, mind clouded with pleasure, you nodded desperately, lips parted with heavy pants and loud moans leaving you as his thrusts sped up and got meaner, his short nails digging into the skin of your thighs, leaving blunt cresent shaped marks.
Leon found it harder to taunt and talk dirty, his own grunts and moans making it complicated to form proper sentences without interruptions. He resorted to occasional praise, filling in the silence with sweet words between grunts, telling you how perfect you are, how good you feel, how badly he wants to fuck you til neither of you can move or speak. Of course, that would have to wait, and he was more than satisfied for the time being.
You cried, eyes rolling back as your hands lifted to pull him down, begging incoherently for him to hold onto you and not stop because if he stopped, you would most definitely start crying for real purely out of frustration. His body stayed low to yours, hips moving at a pace as fast as he could, tip kissing your cervix with every deep, mean thrust. You whined, hips rolling desperately for a little more. His head dipped, taking your nipple into his mouth as he muttered something you couldn't make out.
Since his hands were busy, you took it upon yourself to reach between your bodies, trembling hand finding your clit, a cry pulled from your throat as you rubbed your clit in quick, firm back and forth motions. Leon groaned, suckling harshly around the hardened nub, biting lightly before you yelped, and he switched sides. He felt himself approaching his own climax, but he refused to finish first. He doubled his efforts, hissing with restraint.
"Fuck, come on, sweets, give it to me. 'M not gonna last much longer in your pretty pussy," his eyes rolled back as he panted against your breasts, his hips faltering momentarily before he snapped back into it.
Without much more warning, only a squeal and a mewl, your walls gushed around him, and he was beyond satisfied to see a ring of white had formed around the base of his cock, a lewd sight that was only made more lewd as he bottomed out roughly, a groan melting into a gasp and a moan that he tried desperately not to let sound like a whimper or a whine. His cum spilled into you, and you gave a small squeak at the sensation, eyes squeezing shut as he ground his hips lazily, tip pressing firm to your cervix.
Once you both came down, Leon pushed himself upward, still above you as he pulled out carefully, a shudder falling from both of you. He sat back on his haunches, sighing as he helped your thighs ease back down, massaging your hips as you whined from the discomfort of the position he'd had you in now leaving you with a small ache that you already felt would be worse by morning. Leon watched, shameless, as his load spilled out of you, your hole twitching at the sensation. You finally moved to close your legs, embarrassed by his heated gaze.
He didn't stop you this time, just pulled you into his grasp, kissing the crook of your neck and all the way up to your lips. "You're an absolute dream." He murmured softly, and you gave a small, bashful giggle as you melted into him, sniffling faintly as you shook in his hold.
"Mmh, 's cold." You complained. He chuckled, rising to stand up as he held you close, your legs wrapping around his waist.
"Why don't we go get you wiped down and we can just lay down? I can bring the candles to your room so it's not too dark." He suggested, already moving toward the bathroom, following the dim candlelight before you were gently placed on the counter. He reached for a clean rag, getting it wet to carefully wipe down the mess between your thighs before he did himself. Once cleaned up, he wrapped his arms around you and lifted, bringing you to the bedroom. "Stay here, just for a second." He muttered, kissing your forehead before he left the room.
Only a minute or two later, he returned with one candle, just for the bedside table, and the comforter. He placed the candle down and crawled into bed with you, tucking the comforter around you as snug as possible.
"Leon?" You muttered quietly, turning to face him. "You'll stay for breakfast, right?"
"Why wouldn't I? I didn't come here with this in mind, but even if it hadn't happened, I was still planning on at least ordering breakfast if the power was still out." He leaned in to kiss your lips, letting you melt into him to ease your doubts.
"Thank you." You whispered quietly, deepening the kiss and pressing your bare chest to his.
"Hey, hey, don't start another round you can't finish, sweets." He chuckled, gently pulling away with a smirk.
"Who said I couldn't finish it?" You grinned, curling closer to him.
Spoiler alert—there was multiple rounds, and the power wasn't back in the morning.
.ᐟ.ᐟ ATTENTION re9!leon, fem!reader, p in v, mirror sex, quickie, age gap marriage, edging, breeding, overstimulation, multiple orgasms (reader), squirting
older husband LEON knew you both were going to miss your reservation if you asked him to take on the task of dressing you for the night. he always knows that once he gets your bra on, that’d be the only thing you’d be wearing.
and he’s always correct.
he swears he feels bad, having you bent over the dresser, mop of brown and gray covering the oceanic blue peering over your shoulder. he dresses your neck in warm kisses, feeling the scruff of his beard on your soft flesh. a heavy hand glues you to his chest by the jaw, his other hand steers his finger tips over your sensitive bud. his body feels like it’s buzzing as you tighten around his aching cock. in his defense, at least he got you around him at the best moment of the night; right before he slipped your panties on.
you two were supposed to grab dinner. it is date night after all. you’ve been cooped up in your bedroom, doing your make up for the past hour before you had the genius idea of having him dress you for the evening. you thought it would have been intimate and thoughtful, but you realized you’re just not the woman to garner an innocent response from him.
no. shamelessly, you’re the young, hot toddy that caught his eye with your quick wit and bratty attitude. even with two alarms already ringing, he disregards them, letting his phone go silent on its own.
your hands are hanging on to the meaty arm that holds your face hostage for dear life, breaks in your whines from the hit of his hips pounding into yours. “fuck–! we’re gon–na be la–te. le–on...” you can feel him push into your tummy, body trying to stay standing. punctuality be damned when you’re mrs. kennedy. he knew if he had one glance of you undressed, he would have to fight himself to get out of the door. but he can’t say he always hates losing to himself.
your dress lays flat on the bed, heels waiting for you at the closet. such a pretty outfit to try to slip into now that you’re already so messy. you even convinced him to match tonight. you almost did! that counts for something… right? he’s never felt you leak past his zipper, and with the work he’s putting in right now, he can feel you drip past his upper thigh. it intoxicates him; there’s no way he’s leaving the house tonight.
he feels restricted in his attire, but pushes through. his pants are tight on his thighs and he wants to rip every button on his shirt. he’s watching you in the mirror, noticing how low your head hangs and how you try not to ruin your makeup by biting the inside of your cheek rather than your bottom lip. there’s a chuckle that escapes him, tilting your head to kiss him. as his kiss envelopes your lips, his hips slow to a halt. his body immediately misses the friction, shaft twitching inside of you causing him to grunt into your lips. his plan was to tease you, make you miss him kissing your cervix. however, your pitiful, weak kiss made his armor fall, hips bucking from the fragileness in your lips.
"what the fuck are you doin' to me, girl?" he asks along your cheek, age weaved in his question.
he tries to keep his composure, but you let him sit in his lust, backing your hips against him in your own little rhythm that makes him pull his lips from yours. it’s hard for him to focus as you pull groans from him, quivering inside of you as you cast a spell on him with your stare. his jaw hangs open ever so slightly, feeling your lips beg for him. he wants to function like a normal man and kiss you back, but you ride him so well, he swears he’s malfunctioning. he does lap your lips into a sloppy kiss eventually, breaking it before he even seals it.
“you keep moving on me like that we’re not leaving,” leon warns. his chest rises and falls against your back, meshing with each effortless roll of his body that sends him deeper into you.
there’s something you say that sends electricity down leon's spine. smirking, your hips slow down, squeezing around him. “old man can’t handle quickies anymore, huh?” you whisper against his lips. “too old to fuck me?”
he swears you light him up right there, feeling the flames engulf him. the grip of his arm around your neck tightens from the tease. leon disapproves, shaking his head. leaning in and placing a gentle kiss to your now messy lips, he quickly snaps his hips into yours once again. “being between me and the dresser is not the best time to be a smartass, sugar.” he relishes in your whine, though it’s replaced by amusement once you speak again.
“if you didn’t want a smartass, you wouldn't have married someone twenty years younger than you, isn't that right?”
leon couldn't deny that, but it still could’ve been something you said after you were dressed. instead, the consequence has you doubling over as his fingers work into your clit faster, fluttering around his weeping shaft. he hears your cries, slow thrusts quickening. he leaves your body to fall limp over the dresser, toes curling as his arms leave your neck to slip his hand on his back for support. “i hear you joking, but i don't hear you laughing.”
he stares at you through the mirror, hair messy, makeup ruined and he swears he can feel the urge to fill you up growing. you wriggle so much against him as you fight an incoming orgasm, trying to keep it in so you can cum with your husband. you try with everything in you; breathing, digging your nails in the palms of your hands, but if anything, those techniques pushed you closer to the edge.
“oh fuck— i’m gonna cum,” you start, hand hovering over leon’s that works in between your though before he stops.
the growl that leaves you sends leon into a frenzy. he can’t let you have your cake and eat it too, especially after that little quip you made. “what do you think?” he grumbles, leaning in to take in the scent of your hair. “should this old man make you cum?”
you nod your head quickly, your free hand reaching behind you and cupping the back of his neck. “y-es. yes please,” you caress his nape, fingernails digging into his flesh. he sits with the option in his hand, circling his fingers back on your clit, pushing your hips deeper into the dresser. there’s a hum of gratification from your whimper, feeling the tip of his tongue drag down your neck, soon taking a gentle bite at your skin.
feeling you lose balance in his hold, the older man helps keep you up, picking up on your eyes rolling through the mirror. “you cum, we stay home. got it?”
“g–ot it,” you slur, head resting on his chest, fingers curling over his working hand.
“hands off,” he demands, ripping his hand away from you again. your gasp doesn’t move him, the tip of his nose running up your cheek prior to biting your ear lobe. “my pussy, ya hear me?” he growls. “you don’t get to tell me how to touch you right now." as he bullies you into obedience, he can feel his body cracking under pressure. a familiar buzz runs over his body, tingling in his fingertips, wrecking his pattern. he almost forgets to continue his movement with his fingers, but he follows through.
he underestimates how close you actually are, whines being pulled from you like he can’t survive without them. with each stroke he spreads you open, you feel the buildup in your stomach, body twitching under his intensity. your cunt kisses around him the more you hear his breath shake, grumbling swears under his breath like he can’t take it. and maybe he can’t.
how could he when he feels you attempt to empty him clean? tight around him, begging for him with those cute little moans. the helpless one is him. your moans erupt for him, feeling your climax wave over you, grabbing onto any part of him that you can. leon of course lets you. but not because he wants to, but because he can’t tease you anymore now that he’s spilling into you, mentally begging for mercy. he doesn't mean to fill you up so much, but he can feel the pushback around him that he almost slips out. his head falls back, fingers attacking your swollen little clit. on the rare chance you two come at the same time, you both treat it like it’s the olympics. but sometimes, leon likes to go for gold. with his head coming back up, he sees you writhe under his hold, whining without properly begging for him to stop.
so he doesn’t. in fact, he keeps on working your body. “leon– fuck– leon please.” his hips have slowed down by now but the second he actually pulls out of you, his ring and middle finger take you over. it’s all about you now. you try to speak by saying something, anything. you can't even look your husband’s way without having to spill all over his hands. leon lives for it. he pops a tired smile on his lips as he watches you shudder under his fingers, attacking that spongy part inside of you, curling his fingers. he stays firm while you fight against him, placing his arm back over your neck so you can hold onto him.
you look at your husband through the mirror, watching his muscles flex, quiver in his lip and the way his lips are parted feels like he’s mocking you. his fingers push everything he released back into you, leaning in and kissing your temple. “what do you think? i still got it?” his digits fight with your slick walls contracting around him, but he doesn't let up.
before you can answer, you don’t fight the wave that leaves you, spilling down your legs. you don’t whine or swear, but release broken sobs, too stimulated to function. your body vibrates in his arms, losing balance feeling him keep you up against his chest.
your husband is hasty with slipping his fingers out of you, spinning your dizzy body around to see your fucked out expression. he wants to check in, but the low eyed glare you're giving him makes him hold out. he smiles instead, “hey, you alright?” he asks, chuckling while you nod.
“yes–” you whisper, not worrying if the man hears you or not.
“i’m sorry,” leon starts, cupping your cheek and pressing a soft kiss on your puffy, smudged lips. “i’m sorry we missed dinner.”
you don’t want to hear it. the man is amused as a finger lifts up to his lips, watching you shake your head. “rescedule it,” falling into his arms, you’re satisfied with the quick nod he gives you.
“yes ma’am,” he grins, picking up his favorite lady to set you on the bed.
.ᐟ.ᐟ ATTENTION re4!leon, car sex, p in v, fem!reader, slapping, asphyxiation, dacryphilia, orgasm denial, mean leon if you squint (you really don’t have to squint), ‘daddy’ mention, 00’s
─ LEON knows the trouble that could arise from being caught with you in such a compromising position in the back seat of his car.
he just doesn’t give a fuck.
the windows are tinted, it’s all too dark outside and the way you flutter around his aching cock makes it hard to think about anything else. he’s too entranced to guide you; jaw slacked, piercing eyes staring down at the sloppy action under his chin. he watches as he spreads you open each thrust and is almost brought to tears every time he sees your swollen heat ache for him when he backs away. his chest rises and falls heavily at his own lazy pace, abs contracting with each breath, moonlight pouring over his damp skin.
“leon–” you muster up in a broken coo. when he told you to wear something comfortable, what you imagined was only half of what you’re being fed. it was just supposed to be a late night drive so he could tell you about his mission in spain, but his hands had other plans. it wasn’t even twenty miles until you two ducked off in what is supposed to be a closed forest preserve, hidden in an empty camp site. you feel the pressure swelling you open with each thrust, arms wrapped around his neck.
“spread your legs for me,” he disregards your call out, using a hand to carefully push one of your thighs open. the force of his push was enough to send your thigh back in its original position and with leon being so lust drunk over you, he shoved your thigh back, pushing your knee into your chest with a low, “wider.” he really misses his girl.
damp locks of blond bounce over the man's forehead before diving face first into your hair. he breathes in your scent, with his other hand wrapping its fingers around your neck. he practically shoves your head into the back of the seat as he takes you from above, one knee pressed into the seats. his movements slightly shift the car with reckless abandon, too occupied with his own pleasure to be mindful. your sweet smell fills his nose, exhaling almost feeling orgasmic as his eyes roll back simply because you’re all his.
“le–on,” you try again between thrusts, watching an intense gaze flicker towards your eyes with fluster. leon doesn’t have it in him to speak; all of the words he wants to say would be the wrong ones. instead, he pulls your head in by the neck, dropping a messy kiss on your lips. his hips ease into yours slower, the smack of your flesh making him grunt through his kiss as he twitches inside of you.
the air around him is encapsulating, wrapping him in heat. it sends electricity down his spine to see your body reaching on for air through his hand, watching your shut eyes shift under their lids. your breath isn’t completely taken, but restricted enough to be shallow. he notices the way tears brim your waterline, causing him to lick your bottom lip before trapping your kiss once more between his teeth. “come on, i’ve got ya,” he growls against your cheek, breathing in like you’re his lifesource. “you look at me and only me, got it? eyes on me." his demand comes after pulling away from your face, vision training yours.
“”s so big, daddy.” your eyes grow wide in focus, though they try to close from the stimulation.
leon’s body nearly does a hard reset, hips stuttering as he releases an exhale filled with shake. “what did you say?” he actually has the audacity to shift his posture, straightening his back as if that would help him hear you correctly.
“you’re so big,” you try again, too lost in your own pleasure to realize that he’s talking about the new nickname. no one had ever referred to him as ‘daddy’ in all twenty seven years of his life, feeling the shiver run over the front of his body, stinging at his toes.
as if to grab intel from you using intimidation, his face grows closer to yours, gripping your neck tighter. “you know damn well what i’m talking about,” the tip of his nose brushes against yours, a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. the hand that kept your thigh back guided your leg to rest over his shoulder, sweeping his free hand to your face. it grips your lax jaw before he has a change of heart, lightly tapping your cheek with the tips of his fingers as if to slap you. “say it again.”
a rush runs through his body watching you gasp, quickly biting your lip. “fill me up, daddy.”
another ‘slap’, “again.”
“please daddy.”
“fuck,” leon lowers his head, feeling his orgasm attempt to be pulled from him. he can feel how tight you are, begging for him to send you over the edge right along with him, and he doesn’t hesitate. “that’s a good girl. my fuckin’ girl.”
a nod suffices while leon rips one last kiss from you before his face hides in your bosom, hand leaving your face for his thumb to fiddle with the throbbing bud between your thighs. if he was going to fill you up, he’s gonna have to make sure his girl is getting her fix.
your hands fall from his neck only to cling to the wrist holding your neck against the seat. your hips wiggle under the touch of his thumb, cunt devouring him. and as you reach your breaking point, your whole body throbs as leon’s hips stutter, soon climax ripping from him in the back of his blacked out 2003 bmw. he shudders inside of you, jumping, filling your womb with hot ropes of white. his face begs for refuge, brows knit and jaw quivering as groans leave his mauve toned lips. his thumb loses its original rhythm, slowing down before he feels your hands in his hair.
heavy hands fall to your waist, anchoring himself. you watch his chest rise and fall, an unreadable look littered all over his face until he speaks. “you wanna cum?” he asks you bluntly, eyes shifting between yours. of course you do; you’re not spread out on his seats for nothing. so as you nod once more, he understands, but it’s not enough.
again, his fingertips slap the flesh of your cheek, his bottom lip hostage between his teeth before he speaks, “talk to me like a big girl.”
“yes.”
leon takes this moment to stare at you, smile wavering on the edge of something truly deviant. “mm mm,” he denies, kissing your forehead. “get dressed. when we get home, you're mine.”
though now you’re soft as dough. too tired to function and too turned on to wait any longer. shaking your head, leon nods, his forehead glued to yours.
“no,” you whine.
“yes,” he mocks you. “when we make it home, we can go all night if ya want, i promise. i just— shit,” he releases his final tired breath, “really missed you.” you’re just so pretty to him at this moment he couldn’t fathom seeing you in any other way. he watches the sheen on your skin glisten under the natural light pouring into the car, watching your clothed chest rise and fall.
“that is so selfish,” you hiss, pouting, hands running over his hips. “i want you now.” your body lies limp on the backseat, hearing him chuckle shamelessly, zipping up his jeans.
“my girl, my rules. you’re gonna pull that skirt down and wait till we make it home, beautiful.”
✮ synopsis: you thought ‘philosophy: yesterday and today’ was a useless gen-ed requirement you could coast through. after completely bombing the exam, your professor decides to prove just how wrong you are, determined to show you firsthand exactly how persuasive a philosopher’s rhetoric can truly be…
✮ warnings: female reader, professor/student relations, porn with plot, slow-burn, sexual/explicit content, dub-con/coercion, slight humiliation kink, dirty talk, fingering, unprotected penetration, hair pulling, overstimulation, creampie, semi-rough sex, lil fluff at the end
✮ word count: 10.6k (pls it's worth it)
being a college student was not for the weak of heart. endless exams, midnight study sessions that often turned into all-nighters, and not to mention, the cost. you've had your share of failures throughout the semester— being late to class after struggling to find parking, failing an exam you already knew you were going to fail, missing the deadline of an already closed submission portal for a stupid discussion board you could care less about... the list goes on.
and as if you didn't already have enough problems, another one slams straight down on front your desk, a huge 'F' plastered in red marker gracing the white exam paper, tainting the surface with its cruelty. you suck in a sharp breath, quickly folding the sides in and praying that no one saw. you nearly zone out completely before your eye catches a small, hand-written note below the raging red letter you so badly wanted to hide from.
‘see me after class to discuss your grade.’ it reads.
great, as if your week couldn't get any worse, you'd now have to sit and endure the embarrassment of being confronted about your (now failing) grade. you had prayed that it wouldn't get to this point, holding on to your sixty-five percent for dear-life as you struggled to keep up with the mind-boggling lectures. philosophy was a class you hated more than any frustrating math course, dry comp class, or confusing natural science lab in which you itched to snatch the annoying clunky goggles off your face.
no, philosophy was different. it was the bane of your existence, and not just because of the weird, jargon-heavy terminology, or the need to memorize every philosopher in existence from b.c. to today. although you could do with developing better study habits for the class, you weren't half as motivated to even spend more than thirty minutes on it since this wasn't even for your major. alas, colleges must find a way to drain your poor pockets even more, so why not make it a degree requirement? capitalism.
as if the hate you harbored for the content of the humanities course wasn't enough, only one thing could make it a living hell. professor leon kennedy, your instructor for the duration of the semester. after coming in late for one class and duly getting marked tardy, your professor took it upon himself to make a spectacle out of you in front of the entire class since then.
he'd call on you multiple times during a class period to answer a question, to which you'd frantically stutter out some generic, bullshit answer. he'd hum as if he'd considered your answer, only to turn back around to his desk with a simple, "not quite," and then proceed to make you look even dumber by spitting out words you'd never even heard before. it was an understatement to say that you didn't like him, you couldn't stand him.
after your professor had finished passing out the last few exams and outlined what was due for next class, you all but grimaced as he dismissed everyone, knowing you'd have to stay behind. you stayed glued to your seat, heart hammering in your chest at the quiet tension present in the nearly empty lecture hall.
professor kennedy didn't look up right away. he was behind his desk, filing away a stack of papers you could only assume would be the remaining exams he has yet to grade. you scowled at his calm demeanor, his presence almost mocking as you watched his deft hands close the file cabinet.
he was tall, broad, and annoyingly composed in that white compression shirt rolled to the apex of his veiny forearms. he wore pants that somehow never wrinkled, pressed with precision and fit his frame excellently. he was muscular, biceps nearly bulging out of the too-tight shirt he wore. he was also unbelievably handsome, his icy blue-grey eyes that were always focused, dark-brown hair that framed his stupidly sharp jawline you'd see tighten every now and then. you hated how undeniably attractive he was. it just made everything worse.
"door," he says, not sparing you a glance as he tidies the rest of his desk. "pull the blinds and close it on your way over." you roll your eyes at his curtness, but you walk down from your seat anyway. the sooner this was over, the better. you couldn't stand to look at his annoyingly handsome face anymore, even more so now that you were discussing your performance in his class.
when you make it back over to his desk, he leaned back in his chair, piercing eyes locking onto yours with that same stare he used in lectures. you stood at the end of his desk, nails digging into the fabric of your sweatshirt as you wait for him to say something.
"sit." he says curtly, nodding towards the desk in the first row that sat opposite from him. you dropped into it heavily, setting your bag onto the ground next to you as you settle into the uncomfortable desk. you turn your gaze to him, wide eyes staring into his as you shuffle uncomfortably.
"sixty-two percent," he starts, the words like a gunshot ringing through the air. "down three points from your already ambitious sixty-five. at this rate, you're looking at a solid F for the semester if the final doesn't miraculously save your grade."
you winced at his sarcastic tone, mouth running dry as you muster up a response, "i know, i'm... not really great with this stuff. philosophy isn't even my major, it's just--"
"a requirement?" he cuts you off, "yes, i've heard that one before." he says sharply, eyebrows pulling together as he folds his hands over the desk. internally, you could kill him. why do some professors make it their life mission to torture students who couldn't give a fuck about their useless class? despite your thoughts, you stay quiet, not daring to say another word.
"but you showed up late, half-ass the discussion posts, and give me these vague, surface-level answers instead of engaging with the material. that's not just "not great." that is a deliberate lack of effort." he says, the words cutting deep like a knife. you bit the inside of your cheek, agitation crossing your features as you take in his words.
heat rushed up your neck and blossomed on your cheeks, feeling exposed and ashamed. you exhale in a sigh, playing with your fingers absentmindedly as you think of a response. "you don't exactly make it easy," you muttered before you could stop yourself. "calling me out like i'm some kind of example." you say, frustration and embarrassment mixing into one ugly emotion.
his expression hardened slightly, raising a brow at your brazenness. "you are an example. you come in late and zone out during lectures while the rest of your classmates actively participate. and your grade is a reflection of that." he spits, leaning forward in his chair slightly, voice dropping as his gaze bored into you, unrelenting. "i don't enjoy humiliating students. but i also don't tolerate half-measures in my classroom. not when the material actually matters.” he pauses, letting the words soak in for a moment before he continues.
you grimace, part of you wanting to snap back and say nothing about plato or socrates fucking matters when you had other important classes kicking your ass and rent to pay. but you push the thought down, taking in his words silently as you fiddle with your fingers.
he sighs, he didn't like making students feel bad at all. contrary to what you thought, he just wanted you to actually put in the effort. he studied you for a moment, something unreadable flickering behind those sharp eyes.
"here's the deal," he started, "i will give you a chance to salvage this. twice a week, my classroom, four pm. starting today, if you want to pass. bring your readings, notes— if you even have any— and you come ready to work. i will walk you through the material, and challenge you until you can actually defend an argument with logic instead of hiding behind 'i don't know.' such as that, you stop the excuses, show up on time, and engage yourself in my class." he spiels, crossing his arms over his chest as he waits for your answer.
you stare dumbly at him, sitting in your seat like a statue as you consider his offer. at this rate, there's only one right answer, because you sure as hell were going to bomb the final if you didn't lock in right now.
he speaks up once more upon your silence, "if you accept, i expect you to be prepared. if not, then i suggest you make preparations to take this class again next fall." you swallowed hard, the thought of having to take this god-awful class again making something stir in your tummy. you refused to take philosophy again, that'd be like going from regular hell to the blue part of hell. you couldn't afford that, not with your schedule, not with your wallet, and certainly not with your sanity.
"okay," you muttered, voice quieter than you wanted it to be. you forced yourself to meet his eyes, even though you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks. "i accept. i'll... try." you sigh, feeling your dignity being snatched from you with every syllable you uttered.
professor kennedy didn't smile, he simply gave you a quick nod and uncrossed his arms like he was expecting that to be your answer. damn him, you think. you glanced at the clock on the wall, it reads 3:36 pm. you hadn't eaten since this morning, your back-to-back classes not allowing for a quick stop to grab something to eat.
as if plato, socrates, and nietzsche were plotting together on your downfall for disregarding their rhetoric, your stomach makes an embarrassingly loud growl. you bite you lip and furrow your eyebrows, knowing the sound had echoed through the deathly quiet classroom. damn you nietzsche, you nihilist.
professor kennedy's eybrow twitched upwards, and for the first time, you felt like you saw something akin to amusement flicker across his otherwise stone-cold exterior.
"hungry?" he questions, voice low and dry. he didn't wait for your response. instead, he opens one of the drawers in his desk and pulls out a small, chocolate protein bar. it wasn't much, but it was something. he tossed it lightly to the desk in front of you, an unbothered expression on his face.
"eat. don't need you passing out mid-session. we have work to do." he says, nodding towards the packet in front of you. "now. plato. start talking. i'm listening." he commands, watching as you stare at him like a deer in headlights.
the protein bar sat between you like a test. your stomach growled again, quieter this time, as if it sensed food was in the vicinity. you were flushed, mortified, and now you had to explain plato while your brain was running on empty and your professor waited expectantly. you hesitated, fingers inching towards the protein bar but not quite grabbing it yet. your brain felt mushy, your nerves were shot, and the thought of diving straight into plato right now was terrifying.
instead, you cleared your throat softly and asked a question to buy yourself some more time. "um... before i explain it," you say, voice a little shaky, "can you tell me what you think is the most important part of the allegory? like, which part matters most?" you sputter out, a shy smile on your features as you swallow.
professor kennedy leaned back in his chair once more, one eyebrow arched slightly as he studied you. eyes piercing into your form as the faintest hit of a smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, as if he saw right through your attempt to stall around.
"nice try," he said, voice dry but not entirely unkind. "buying time by turning the question on me." he hums, tilting his head slightly as you stare at him with wide eyes. shit, he caught on, you think, lips pursing together as you exhale softly in a defeated sigh.
he paused for a moment, watching as you look down at the desk in defeat knowing you were probably completely clueless. he taps his finger on the desk before continuing, "but fine. i'll indulge you— this time." you look up, not expecting him to agree to answer your question. he leans forward again, resting his forearms on the desk, sharp blue eyes staring into yours in a way that makes your stomach flip.
"the most important part is the the prisoner's journey out of the cave. how painful it was for him to adjust, the confusion," he starts, the words falling from his lips like honey as he speaks expertly on the narrative. "what plato intends to tell us is that real learning... real truth... hurts." his words almost feel personal as you swallow, eyes never leaving his as he continues.
"it's not gentle, it's brutal. it's something most people don't want to face. in order to grow, you must be uncomfortable." he says, words landing heavier than you expected. you feel your mouth grow dry as you mull over his words. well, shit. maybe philosophy was more important than you thought. it actually made sense.
professor kennedy takes in your thoughtful expression, tilting his head slightly as you reflect. "that's my take. now it's yours," he says, nodding once more towards the protein bar you'd neglected. "eat something first. your stomach has been announcing it's displeasure for the last five minutes." he leans back, giving you a little more space to gather your thoughts and actually say something coherent. however, his eyes stay fixed on you, expectant and unrelenting.
"whenever you're ready. tell me what the allegory means to you. not a textbook summary. not what you think i want to hear. be honest. just think." the classroom was too quiet, the faint tick of the wall clock and the distant hum of campus life outside the windows filling the silence. you swallowed, hesitating for half a second before reaching for the protein bar he'd tossed to you like a peace offering.
the paper crinkled loudly in the lecture hall as you opened it, taking two quick, generous bites before swallowing. it was something, at least. it was enough to stop your stomach from gurgling anymore and clear some of the fog in your head.
professor kennedy watched you the entire time, one eyebrow slightly raised, but he didn't comment. he simply waited, arms crossed across his broad chest with the same patient, composed expression on his face.
taking one more bite for quick measure, you swallow down the last little part you'd bitten before setting the rest on the desk. you let out a shaky breath and forced the words out before you chickened out completely. "okay, um." you started, voice softer than you wanted, "i get what you're saying about the pain part. like... the truth hurts sometimes, and change sucks." you say, shifting in your chair uncomfortably as you try and think of a more intelligent rebuttal.
"but... i think it's a little… cruel. like, why force him out of the cave if all that waits for him is pain? it seems a little pointless. if people want to stay in the dark, maybe they should just... stay there." you winced a little at your answer, knowing it probably sounded childish or lazy to him. at least it was honest.
"um, i guess that's my take. it feels kind of hopeless, going into something and literally being blind." you trailed, fingers twitching on the desk as you shrugged awkwardly. the room is silent for a moment. professor kennedy's eyes studied you, considering your response before shifting in his seat.
then he nodded once, slowly. "not bad." he hums, and your eyes widen, expecting a completely different response. not bad? you thought you sounded so naive, but luckily all that mattered to him was that it seemed genuine. "honest, at the very least. at least you're engaging with the discomfort instead of giving me usual surface-level drivel. but your reading is... limited. you're focusing on the wrong part. the real cruelty is ignorance itself." he uncrossed his arms and leaned forward slightly, resting a forearm on the desk. his gaze is focused, steady as he stares at you, unrelenting. you let his words sink in, accepting the feedback openly now that you're actually trying.
"you say it feels pointless to force the prisoner out when they prefer the dark. but the prisoners are not choosing the shadows. they don't even know the sun exists. they've spent their lives thinking the cave is all there is." his tone dropped half a fraction, still perfectly controlled, composed and calm. "and you... you are doing the exact same thing right now." your breath hitches ever so slightly, seeing how his analogy tied back to your effort in the classroom.
damn professors, always trying to turn things into a lesson. what's worse? he was right.
he tilted his head slightly, narrowing his eyes as they held your gaze. "you behave the way you do in my class because you think it's easier than admitting the material is actually important, not just a requirement." his voice stayed low, but there was a new edge to it, something heavier that made the air between you feel thicker. his fingers tap the desk again, slow and calculated as he assesses you.
"tell me, honestly," he starts, eyes scanning your figure, "when you think i'm calling you out in class, when you sit here all defensive and frustrated... is it really plato you're fighting? or is it the fact that i refuse to let you stay comfortable in your own little cave?" he paused, letting the question sit with you like a challenge wrapped in a lesson. his greyed eyes stay locked onto yours, intense and unblinking.
professor kennedy waited expectantly on your answer, broad shoulders settling back against his chair, arms still lazily crossed on his firm chest. his blue-grey eyes didn’t waver for a second as the question hung between you, heavy and deliberate, like another layer of the text you were supposed to be unpacking.
you blink dumbly, mouth opening and closing as you try to muster up a response, but you can’t will yourself to give him an answer. you only stare down at his desk in front of you, frozen in space as you reflect on his words.
"new method," he continued, tone measured and authoritative, like he was simply adjusting the lesson plan for better results. "since sitting here across from me isn’t forcing you to feel the vulnerability the prisoner experiences when he’s dragged out of the cave, we’re going to change your position. literally." he says, your brows furrowing in confusion. his gaze never leaves yours, eyes piercing as he continues. just what does he have planned…?
"get on your knees. right here. now." he nodded, gesturing towards the side of the desk not far from where he was seated. your eyes widen in disbelief, ears hot as your heart beats faster in your throat. no way, no way this asshole was going to embarrass you like this. but your grade was at stake… hell, your degree was at stake, so you decide to follow along with whatever insane methods he had planned.
after a few tense seconds, you finally muster up the courage to rise from your comfortable seat, lowering yourself onto the floor with a soft thud. the position immediately made you feel exposed, vulnerable, uncomfortable, one might say. the way professor kennedy was seated above you staring down with that same, passive expression made your cheeks burn in embarrassment.
you resented him for making you feel so embarrassed. you lower your gaze, the position too compromising for you to maintain direct eye contact with him. your cheeks burned as you stared down at your hands which trembled in your lap, biting your lip to calm your nerves while pretending you're invisible. even then, you could feel the way his eyes bore into your unmoving frame, could feel the heat of his stare as he watched you from his seat.
he studied you quietly, taking in the nervous way you shifted, your heavy breaths, and the way your shoulders were slightly tense. "good," he said quietly, voice low as his eyes rake over your form. "now, close your eyes." he commands, and your breath hitches, slightly panicked at his request. you sputter ever so slightly, wide eyes finally meeting his as you look at him with a confused expression. he raises a brow, almost mockingly, as if saying, are you really in a position to argue with me right now?
you sigh, hands nervously fiddling with the hem of your skirt as your eyes flutter shut. your heart is heavy and pounding in your chest as you wait for his next prompt anxiously, pulse racing as you attempt to calm yourself down. the room suddenly feels smaller with your eyes closed, every sound amplified in the darkness. you hear the way his chair creaks as he shifts, the rustle of fabric, the calm, controlled rhythm of his breathing and your shallow, uneven breaths... it all feels too much for you.
professor kennedy doesn't speak right away, only lets the silence drag on while you shift uncomfortably on the floor. your fingers twist tighter on the hem of your skirt, nails digging into the fabric as you suddenly feel so exposed. every movement you make felt magnified, spectacled. it was exactly how he made you feel in class.
"better," he says flatly, voice lower, almost intimate in the deathly quiet classroom. "this is closer to the prisoner's reality. stripped of comfort, control. forced to rely on senses other than sight... on the mercy of whoever is above you." he says, and your heart is beating so fast it feels like it's about to explode. the drawl in his voice was almost sultry, like honey dripping from his lips as your thighs pressed together self-consciously.
something about how you were completely at his will made you feel tingly. despite how embarrassed you were, you could feel yourself getting aroused from how uncertain things were. you feel the air shift in the classroom. everything felt hot— too hot to be appropriate. but, you'd be lying if you said you didn't like it even a little bit. it felt sensual, being at his mercy and hanging on to his every word.
you hear him move ever so slightly, your lashes fluttering with the nagging urge to peek. you feel his presence closer to your face as he speaks up once more, "keep them closed," he reminds you in his deep voice. there's a hint of amusement in his tone now, voice low and commanding. "tell me what you feel right now. the truth." he prompts, and you suck in a breath and shakily exhale from being so put on the spot. your heart hammered in your chest, the command lingering in the air as you shift in your spot on the floor.
he waits, patient as ever, the weight of his gaze heavy even without sight. you bite your lip, jaw quivering a bit as you struggle to speak. when you hesitate, he adds softly, almost coaxing you. "speak. or i will give you a more… immersive lesson." he warns, the threat hanging the air, quiet, but lingering.
you finally speak up, voice quieter than you liked it to be, "i.. feel embarrassed. like... like you're looking at me and... there's… nowhere i can hide." you stutter out, pursing your lips at how nervous you sounded. you couldn’t pull yourself together if you tried. his presence was too overwhelming, too much for you to handle. his commands were almost impossible for you to compute in your head, brain foggy as you tried your best to focus.
a low, approving hum escapes him, and the sound sends something straight to your tummy. "good girl," he says, the praise making you jolt ever so slightly and you nearly choke on your spit. "you're learning. 'tleast you're being honest now." the praise is foreign, but it feel so nice coming from him. you shudder, the feeling in your stomach twisting into something akin to arousal. you want to hear him call you that again, to hear him praise you for your responses. it felt way too good hearing him speak to you like that.
you hear the chair roll back slightly, then the sound of him standing. his footsteps are slow and deliberate as he circles around the desk and stops in front of you. you can sense his presence, the shadow of his body in front of you behind your closed eyelids.
"hands behind your back," he orders next, and you shakily exhale at his command, breath getting caught in your throat as you sit nervously below him. "and keep your eyes closed. no peeking." he reiterates, and you don't dare to open them now.
a part of you wants to rush out of the classroom and walk out forever. it was almost too embarrassing to be worth it. but, the other half of you is painfully aware of the growing ache between your thighs and the growing warmth in your belly, and you decide against the former.
you slide your hands behind you, fingers linking, the motion forcing your chest forward slightly, your posture straightening under his scrutiny. your compliance earns a quiet sound of satisfaction from him, and you think you might just explode from how humiliating the situation is.
"that's much better. now you see how it feels to be dragged into the light, blind to your own ignorance," he says, and you feel him step ever so slightly closer, the woodsy scent of his cologne clouding your senses. "but not to worry, i'm here to guide you..." he drawls, his voice low and dark. his fingers—warm and steady—push a strand of your hair behind your ear, the touch so light and unexpected it makes you jump a little. you inhale sharply, his touch like a thousand tiny needles piercing into your skin. he doesn't pull away, instead his knuckles cascade over your jaw for a brief second, a silent reminder of who's in control.
"tell me again," he whispers, voice like smoke curling around you. "what do you feel now?" he asks, and your breath catches in your throat at the question. it was like he was dedicating his entire life to torturing you, personally. but you can't deny the wetness in your panties, and the way they clung to you as you scramble to think of a response.
the touch of his knuckles on your jaw lingers like a brand, even though his hand has already pulled away. you're hyper-aware of everything now—the cool air on your exposed thighs, the way your skirt had ridden up from the position, the faint ache in between your legs that had been building for way too long now...
"i... i feel small," you whisper, words tumbling out before you could stop them. your mouth was dry, voice slightly strained as you hold back a whine. "i'm... my heart's racing and i can't stop it..." you stutter, and you feel like you could just about explode from how vulnerable you feel right now. a heavy silence fills the space between you after your whispered confession. you can hear the faint shift of his weight, the slow tap of his shoes on the floor as he processes your words.
professor kennedy exhales slowly, the sound low and deliberate, like he’s savoring the way your voice cracked on the last word. "small," he repeats, testing the word on his tongue. his voice is velvety, close enough that you feel the warmth of his breath brush your temple. "does it make you want to hide? hm? retreat back to your little cave?" he asks, footsteps heavy as he circles your form.
his hand returns, settling heavy on your shoulder, thumb pressing into the tense muscle there. the touch is firm, grounding, but it sends another pulse of heat straight between your legs. your soaked panties cling obscenely to your cunt, the wetness having seeped down your inner thighs now, making every tiny shift feel slick and humiliating. but you couldn’t deny how turned on you were right now.
"or maybe…" his lips are so close to your ear that his breath fans hot across the shell of it, voice dropping to a rough whisper that vibrates through you. "you want to confront it." you swallow hard, the sound loud in your own ears.
your fingers twist tighter behind your back, knuckles white, as a fresh wave of shame and want crashes over you. the ache between your thighs has turned into a deep, throbbing need, your clit pulsing in time with your racing heartbeat. you hate how right he is. hate how badly you want to lean back into him, to feel more than just the ghost of his touch.
"i... yes, i want to confront it. don't wanna hide anymore...." your confession hangs in the air like a surrender, soft and trembling, and the second the words leave your lips you feel him still completely behind you. his hand grips your shoulder a bit tighter, a satisfied sound leaving his mouth at your admission.
"fuck," he breathes against your ear, the single curse sounding almost reverent. "that’s it. that’s exactly what i wanted to hear." he breathes, hands sliding down from your shoulder to brush against your arm. goosebumps form in the wake of his touch, the light ghost of his fingertips like an ice cube running down your heated skin. his hands slide lower down your body, past your interlocked fingers and snaking around your front to smooth over your thigh.
his fingers brush under the thin material of your skirt, inching closer to your inner thigh to your wetness. you let out shaky breaths, chest rising and falling slightly faster at the tension surrounding you two. you let out a gargled whine as his fingers finally brush the ruined fabric of your panties. his fingers pause for a heartbeat against your panties, pressing just enough to feel the obscene heat and slickness soaking through. then he groans low in his throat, the sound raw and hungry, vibrating against your back as he drags two thick fingers up and down the drenched seam of your cunt.
"jesus fucking christ," he rasps, voice wrecked with barely concealed restraint, "fucking soaked." he rubs slow, firm circles over the soaked fabric, the wet sound of it obscene in the quiet room. your knees wobble, thighs trembling as you fight the urge to grind against his hand.
he doesn’t bother with teasing anymore. with a rough tug he yanks the soaked crotch of your panties aside, baring your slick, swollen pussy completely. the cool air hits your exposed folds and you shudder hard, a broken, gargled whine tearing from your throat as his fingers finally—finally—touch you skin to skin.
his thick fingers dip down to collect your slick, the wet sound obscene in the quiet classroom as you moan softly. bringing his fingers back up, the coated digits press firmly onto your clit, rubbing small, agonizing circles into the bundle of nerves as you twitch ever so slightly. the pressure is almost too much, too raw as the pads of his calloused fingers teasingly rub you.
his firm chest is pressed flush to your back at this point, thighs on the outside of your kneeling ones as he leans over your shoulder to watch the way your cunt clenches desperately around nothing.
"god, look at that," he murmurs, voice low and filthy against the side of your neck, breath hot on your skin. "'s like you're beggin' for me to fill you up." he whispers, fingers cascading down to your aching hole again. you choke out a moan, eyes finally fluttering open as you watch his movements. his finger prods at your slit, pushing in slowly as your cunt enthusiastically accommodates him.
a low, broken moan rips from your throat the moment he sinks the thick digit inside you, your walls fluttering and clenching greedily around the intrusion. the stretch is perfect—hot, deliberate, and so much better than the teasing circles on your clit had been. your eyes are drawn helplessly to the sight of his large hand disappearing under the bunched-up fabric of your skirt, a second thick digit pressing past your eager hole, pumping them in and out slowly.
professor kennedy lets out a dark, satisfied chuckle against your neck as you watch his fingers push into your pussy with ease. his free hand comes up to grip your jaw, tilting your head back against his shoulder so you’re forced to look up at him while he finger-fucks you.
"just had to get a peek, huh?" he murmurs, voice rough and amused, eyes drifting down to your lips as your eyes glaze over from the sheer pleasure of his fingers plunging inside you. your eyebrows pull together, lips falling open as you mewl from the way his thick fingers curl up inside you.
his grip on your jaw pulls you forward as he presses his lips against yours, fingers curling hard against that spongy spot inside your cunt on every slow, deliberate drag. professor kennedy’s mouth claims yours like he’s been starving for it, tongue sliding hot and possessive past your parted lips as you moan into him. his tongue strokes deep, tasting the desperate little noises you can’t hold back, while his fingers keep fucking into you with that same relentless rhythm—slow, thick drags that curl viciously against your g-spot on every thrust.
the wet, filthy sound of his fingers plunging into your soaked pussy mixes with the slick slide of his tongue against yours, and it’s almost too much. your hands twitch behind your back, fingers still interlocked exactly where he told you to keep them, even as your hips jerk helplessly against his hand. his thumb reaches up to draw firm, tight circles into your clit, amplifying your pleasure and making your cunt clench greedily around his fingers.
you're close, the intensity of being completely at his will so delicious you feel like you could cry. you loved it—loved the way he broke you down, made you feel so powerless, yet so incredibly ruined that you almost hated how much you enjoyed it.
leon feels it— the way your walls suddenly flutter and lock down around his thick fingers like a vice, the way your whole body starts to tremble uncontrollably against his chest. he groans deep into your mouth, the sound raw and triumphant, swallowing every desperate mewl as he kisses you harder, tongue fucking against yours in perfect filthy sync with his hand.
he pulls away to stare into your glossy eyes, small, high-pitched moans leaving your mouth as you crumble underneath his touch. "that's it... don't you dare hide from me. you gonna cum for me? gonna show me how much you need this?" his voice is low, filthy, and dripping with command. his fingers curl harder, faster, pounding that perfect spot inside you while his thumb presses down on your clit with ruthless, tight circles.
"oh, my god... professor, i'm—"
your whole body locks up. a sharp, broken cry rips from your throat as your orgasm finally crests, shocks of pleasure running up your spine as raspy moans fall from your lips. your back arches almost painfully at the pleasure, head falling back on professor's kennedy's shoulder as your cunt spasms around his thick fingers. your thighs shake uncontrollably, knees scraping against the cold floor as wave after wave crashes through you, slick soaking his hand and dripping messily down your thighs.
leon watches every second of it, eyes dark and burning, drinking in the way your face twists in pleasure, the way your mouth falls open as you moan prettily for him. "that's it... such a good fucking girl," he growls, never slowing his fingers, fucking you straight through the orgasm. "so fucking pretty, coming apart for me like that. my good little student." you whimper softly, eyebrows knitting together in pleasure-pain as you start to feel overstimulation creep up on you.
he keeps stroking you through every aftershock, drawing it out until you’re twitching and whimpering, oversensitive and gasping. only then does he slowly ease his fingers out of your fluttering cunt, leaving you empty and dripping. the sudden absence makes you whine, your pussy clenching uselessly around nothing, still pulsing with the remnants of your orgasm. a thick trail of your slick runs down your inner thighs, warm on your skin.
leon brings his glistening fingers to his own mouth first, licking them clean with a low, satisfied hum while holding your gaze. "taste so fuckin' sweet." he groans, voice rough and filthy as he wipes the remaining wetness on your bottom lip. he leans in and kisses you slowly and carefully, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. the kiss is deep and possessive, but gentler than before, almost tender in the aftermath of your orgasm.
when he pulls back, his eyes are still dark with hunger as they take in your fucked-out form. your skirt is flipped up around your waist, panties pulled to the side, and your hands rest lazily on his thighs for support. your vision is dazed and fuzzy, lips swollen, cheeks flushed, and your eyes gazed into his with dark desire.
"look at you, sweetheart," he murmurs, thumb brushing your lips as he takes in your expression. "you want me to fuck you, don't you? greedy little thing." he hums, low and pleased, the sound vibrating against your body. you have to bite your lip to hold back a whine, you were so fucking desperate for him. he watches the way you bite your lip, the desperate little struggle clear on your face, and his eyes darken even further with desire.
"don't you hide from me now, sweetheart," he says, thumb pulling your bottom lip from your teeth as he continues, "i want to hear every sound when i fucking wreck that tight little cunt."
the words hit you like a gust of wind, sending a shiver down your spine at his filth. a helpless whine finally escapes your throat, raw and needy, and professor kennedy’s lips curl into a dark, satisfied smile. "that's right... just like that." he says, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips before rising to his feet as you remain on your knees.
professor kennedy towers over you, eyes burning with dark hunger as he looks down at your flushed, desperate face. his hand slides into your hair, gripping just tight enough to tilt your head back so you’re forced to keep looking up at him. "up," he orders, eyes staring into yours dangerously as you shift on your knees. you scramble to your feet on shaky legs, heart hammering wildly in your chest as you stand before him, skirt still bunched around your waist, thighs slick with your own arousal. your eyes stay locked on his, wide and eager, waiting for whatever comes next.
he doesn’t speak right away, instead, he lets the silence stretch, drinking in the sight of you — flushed, trembling, completely at his mercy. then, without warning, he grabs your wrist, leads you to his desk and spins you around in his grasp. he guides you down, pressing your front down onto the cool surface as your hips hit the hard edge. a firm hand between your shoulder blades pushes your chest down, pressing your covered breasts flat against the cool steel.
his hands slide down your body slowly, running down the line of your back until he reaches the plush of your ass. his hand flips your skirt up once more, impatiently kneading the flesh of your ass before delivering a harsh smack to the supple flesh. you jolt forward on the desk with a startled moan, the sting blooming hot across your skin.
his hand soothes over the spot before hooking into the band of your panties to slide them down your legs. they catch around your knees, but he doesn't bother pulling them all the way down, only focused on the delightful wetness between your thighs. his hands grip the fat of your ass rougher, spreading you open with his thumbs so he can see everything. a low, appreciative groan rumbles from his chest as he stares at your dripping, swollen pussy that clenches around nothing under his stare.
"fuck," he mutters under his breath, voice thick with lust. "god, you're so hungry for it. greedy little cunt's practically weeping for me." he says, almost strained. he presses his clothed hardness against your wet cunt, grinding into you as the rough fabric of his pants catches your clit in a way that feels so painfully delicious. you choke out a moan and look over your shoulder, eyes gazing into his pleadingly as he teases you.
leon meets your gaze, his own eyes dark and blown with lust, jaw tight with restraint. a low, strained groan escapes him as he feels how wet you are, how your slick is already soaking through the front of his pants. he keeps grinding against you, the thick ridge of his clothed cock sliding between your folds, catching your clit with every roll of his hips. each pass sends sparks shooting up your spine, making your thighs tremble and your fingers scrabble uselessly against the desk.
he smirks and bends over you, chest pressed firm against your back as his lips graze the shell of your ear. "you want it that badly, huh, sweetheart?" he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple as you shudder under him. "you want your professor to stop teasing and finally stuff this desperate pussy full of his cock?" you moan at his filthy words, eyebrows pulling together as you attempt to grind back against him. he grips your hip tightly, stopping any movement on your end.
he reaches between you, deft hand working expertly to unbuckle his belt as he shoves his slacks and boxers down his legs just enough to free himself. the heavy, thick length of his cock presses against your ass before he shifts and drags his length along your folds, head catching your clit with every forward push of his hips. you whine, legs nearly shaking as he teases you, almost giving you the tip of his cock before pulling back.
"tell me," he starts, the forearm that rested on the desk sneaking into your tresses and wrapping around the strands tightly. he angles your head to look back at him over your shoulder, eyes glossy as you wince slightly from the pain. "tell me what you want. i wanna hear you say it, sweetheart. no more hiding." the thick head of his cock nudges insistently at your entrance again, stretching you open just enough to make your cunt flutter desperately around nothing before he pulls back once more, leaving you empty and aching.
you're desperate to feel him, to have him holding you down as you take him, and you can't help the neediness in your voice as you beg for him to do something, anything. the words spill out of you before you can stop them, voice breathy, broken, and shameless, "god, please... professor, want your cock... so fucking bad. please just fuck me, need you to, can't take it anymore..." you whine, nearly drooling at the way his head presses in and out of your aching cunt.
a deep, guttural groan leaves his mouth at your plea, his hand leaving your hair to find purchase on your other hip. he leans back up, aligining his cock to your hole as he prepares to push in, "such a good girl..." he coos, and you can't stop the soft moan that leaves your mouth at his praise. professor kennedy doesn't tease anymore. he finally pushes his hips forward, hands gripping your hips tightly as he inches his way inside your tight cunt. the stretch is unlike any other. he's so deliciously girthy, and you swear you can feel every vein dragging along your sensitive walls, every thick inch claiming you.
he lets out a loud, strained groan, eyebrows pulling together as he pushes further inside your tightness. he keeps going slow, savoring every ridge and flutter of your spongy walls, until his hips finally press flush against your ass as he bottoms out completely. the head of his cock kisses the deepest part of you, so deep it feels like he’s pressing against your cervix. you’re so full it borders on too much, a delicious ache blooming low in your belly.
"christ, you're tight," he rasps, voice rough and wrecked. "grippin' me like a vice, sweetheart. so fucking perfect." he praises, rubbing small circles into your waist as he pulls out, only to snap his hips back into yours roughly. your mouth falls open, a broken moan leaving your throat as you jolt forward on the desk. he feels sinfully good against the spongy inside of your walls, and you can't help the way you flutter around his thick cock. his first few thrusts are slow and deep. long, dragging strokes that pull almost all the way out before sliding back in to the hilt, letting you feel every thick inch. the wet, obscene sound of your slick coating his cock fills the room with every movement.
but soon, his restraint snaps. his blunt nails dig into your waist harder, his breathing growing heavier as he feels every clench of your walls around his cock. with a low, animalistic groan, leon’s hips snap forward sharply, slamming into you with sudden, brutal force. the change is immediate and devastating. he starts fucking you hard with deep, punishing thrusts that make the desk jolt beneath you and your breasts press harder against the desk with every impact.
you're moaning uncontrollably at his change in pace, eyebrows pulling together as you press your forehead into the cold surface. your hands grip desperately at the ends of the desk to gain some control, face contorting in sheer pleasure with every drag of his cock against your walls. each powerful stroke punches the air from your lungs. the thick head of his cock kisses your cervix on every thrust, the stretch and fullness so intense it borders on overwhelming.
"fuck... that’s it," he growls, voice dark and filthy as he watches your body jolt forward with every snap of his hips. "take it. take every fucking inch like the greedy little student you are." he leans over you, chest pressing flush to your back, one hand sliding up to fist tightly in your hair. he yanks your head back, forcing your back to arch deeper as he drives into you even harder.
"listen to those pretty sounds," he rasps against your ear, breath hot and ragged. "sounds so filthy getting fucking wrecked by your professor. tight little cunt's creaming all over my cock, sweetheart. making such a mess." he coos almost mockingly, fucking you deeper into his desk as his grip on your hair tightens ever so slightly.
you let out a particularly loud moan, the head of his cock battering your g-spot with devastating precision. he chuckles breathily, keeping his bruising pace as you feel a knot begin to unravel in your stomach. "that the spot, sweetheart?" his voice is low, mocking, and dripping with desire as he feels your walls flutter wildly around him.
he angles his hips just a fraction more and starts slamming into that exact spot with ruthless, unrelenting force. each brutal thrust makes your legs shake violently and your moans turn into broken, high-pitched cries. "oh— god yes, right there!" you blabber out, gasping for breath as you feel your orgasm begin to close in on you.
with one particularly harsh drag of his hips, you cum around his cock hard, vision blurring as you clench uncontrollably around him. your hands grip the table, knuckles turning white as you writhe underneath him. your chest heaves up and down, each moan that leaves your mouth raspy and breathy. you gush around him, slick pulses of your release and dripping down your thighs in messy strings.
the filthy, wet sounds of him still drilling into your sloppy, creamy pussy grow even louder, downright obscene in the quiet room. professor kennedy lets out a deep, guttural groan at the feeling of you falling apart around him, but he doesn’t slow down for even a second. "shit... look at that..." he says, gazing down at the mess you'd made on his cock. "you’re making such a fucking mess, sweetheart. soaking my cock, dripping all over my desk like a dirty girl." he degrades, hand leaving your hair to slip under your hip and rub at your slippery clit. you can’t will yourself to care, the ecstasy of your orgasm still washing over you in violent waves.
he keeps pounding into you through your orgasm, hips snapping forward with ruthless force, the head of his cock kissing your cervix with every brutal thrust. his fingers stay pressed against your clit, rubbing tight, merciless circles that drag your orgasm out longer, forcing every last pulse out of your trembling body.
your legs shake violently, knees threatening to buckle, but his strong hands grip your hips tighter, holding you in place as he fucks you straight through it. you’re still cumming. or maybe it’s a second orgasm crashing on top of the first— you can’t even fucking tell anymore. all you know is that your vision is white, your mouth is open spilling continuous broken moans, and your cunt won’t stop spasming and gushing around his relentless cock.
professor kennedy leans over you again, chest pressed flush to your back, his breath hot and ragged against your ear as his fingers never stop working your swollen clit. "that’s it…" he growls, voice dark and possessive. "you’re doing so good, baby. such a perfect little student, cumming so hard all over my cock." he angles his hips slightly and drives into you even harder, the head of his cock grinding against that devastating spot deep inside with every brutal thrust.
the overstimulation is intense, but he doesn’t let you escape it, holding you down and forcing you to take every second of it. your moans turn into hoarse, raspy cries, tears of overwhelming pleasure leaking from the corners of your eyes as your body jerks and twitches uncontrollably beneath him.
he groans lowly, encouraging you to fall apart for him as his tip bruises your poor cervix, "i want one more," he growls, starting to build his pace again. "one more before i fill this pretty pussy up," his hand slides back between your legs, fingers teasing your clit once more as his thrusts grow steadily harder. "be a good girl and give it to me."
your body is already trembling, oversensitive and raw, but the way he talks to you makes your cunt clench hard around his thick cock despite the intensity. leon groans at the feeling, hips snapping forward with renewed force. he starts fucking you harder again, deep and relentless, the head of his cock hitting that sensitive spot inside you with every brutal thrust. his fingers press firmer against your swollen clit, rubbing tight, fast circles that send sharp, electric shocks of pleasure-pain shooting through your exhausted body.
you’re crying now, tears streaming down your flushed cheeks as hoarse, broken whimpers and raspy cries falling from your lips with every punishing stroke. your legs are shaking so violently you can barely stay upright, only his bruising grip on your hips and the weight of his body pinning you to the desk keeping you in place.
"oh.. my god… professor, it’s too much—!" you sob, voice cracked and desperate. the way he feels against you is painful, but so sinfully delicious that your can't stop your greedy walls from clamping down around him like you're trying to pull him in deeper.
"shh," he coos against your ear, never slowing his pace. "you can take it. you’re going to take it. one more, sweetheart. give me one more." his tone is deceptively sweet, almost apologetic, but the way he fucks you is anything but that. his hips keep snapping forward with that same ruthless, punishing rhythm, driving his thick cock deep into your oversensitive cunt over and over again. every brutal thrust forces another broken sob from your lips, your body jerking helplessly beneath him as tears continue to stream down your flushed cheeks.
"please, professor— i can’t.. i’m.. gonna—"
"cum," he growls, voice dropping into that commanding tone that sends a fresh wave of heat through you. "cum all over my cock like a good fucking girl. let me feel you." he slams into you particularly hard, fingers pinching your clit at the same time, and you shatter.
your third orgasm hits you hard, intense, and hot as you moan loudly into the desk. your cunt clamps down violently around his cock, pulsing and gushing around him in hot, wet waves. your vision whites out completely, body convulsing and jerking beneath him as the pleasure rips through you like lightning.
leon groans loudly, hips stuttering for a moment as your walls milk him with desperate, rhythmic squeezes. "good girl… fuck, that’s my good girl," he praises through gritted teeth, voice strained with his own pleasure. "taking me so well… cumming so fucking hard for me." he doesn’t stop moving, still buried deep inside your spasming cunt as you shake and sob beneath him, completely wrecked.
only when your cries start turning weak and broken does he finally slow his thrusts, grinding deep inside your fluttering, soaked cunt as you come down. he stays buried to the hilt, letting you feel every thick inch while you tremble and gasp for air. his hand strokes soothingly over your hip, the touch almost tender now, even as his cock continues to twitch inside you.
but the tenderness doesn’t last. leon’s breathing grows heavier, more ragged. his fingers dig into your hip again, no longer gentle. the slow, lazy grind turns sharper, more desperate. you can feel the shift in him, the way his cock swells even thicker inside your sensitive walls, the way his hips start to lose their controlled rhythm.
"god, you feel too good," he grunts, voice strained and rough. "so greedy, squeezing my cock so fucking tight." he pulls back slowly, only to slam back in with a deep, forceful thrust that makes you whimper. his pace starts building again more frantic than before as he chases his high. his hand leaves your hip and slides up your back, pressing you harder into the desk as he fucks you selfishly with need. his hips snap forward relentlessly, the wet slap of skin against skin growing louder and more urgent. every thrust is deep and punishing, the head of his cock bullying your cervix as he uses your spasming cunt to get himself off.
"shit, i'm so close," he growls, voice breaking with pleasure. "pretty little pussy's gonna make me cum." he leans over you completely, chest plastered to your back, one arm wrapping around your neck to hold you in place while the other braces on the desk beside your head. his thrusts turn shorter, faster, almost brutal as he chases his release.
"you’re going to take every drop," he rasps against your ear, breath hot and uneven. his voice is deep and possessive, his grip on your throat cutting off your breathing supply ever so slightly, but not enough to where you're gasping for air. "gonna fill this tight little cunt so deep with my cum you'll be dripping for days." his cock throbs violently inside you, swelling even more as he gets closer. his hips stutter, losing all rhythm now, slamming into you with desperate, erratic strokes.
"fuck, sweetheart— shit, i'm cumming..." with a deep, guttural groan that vibrates through his chest into yours, leon buries himself to the hilt one last time and cums hard. his cock pulses powerfully inside you, thick, hot ropes of cum flooding your already soaked pussy. he keeps grinding deep, hips twitching with every spurt as he empties himself completely, pumping load after load into you until you can feel the warmth spreading deep in your belly.
he stays buried inside you even after he’s finished, cock still twitching with aftershocks, pressing every last drop as far inside you as possible. his breathing is ragged against the back of your neck, body heavy on top of yours as he comes down from his high. for a long moment, the only sounds in the office are your shared panting and the faint, wet sound of his cum starting to leak out around his cock where he’s still buried deep.
finally, he lets out a low, satisfied hum and presses a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the side of your neck. "good girl…" he murmurs, voice hoarse and sated. "took me so well, sweetheart." he says, kissing your cheek surprisingly soft and tender after the brutal way he just fucked you. his hand slides away from your throat, trailing down your spine in a gentle caress before he finally eases his hips back.
the moment he pulls out, a thick gush of his cum drips from your abused hole, running down your thighs in messy, obscene rivulets. you whimper softly at the sudden emptiness and the warm trickle, your cunt still fluttering weakly, clenching around nothing.
leon watches it with dark, hungry eyes, a low groan escaping him at the sight of his release leaking out of you. "shit, that's right..." he says quietly, voice slightly broken. one large hand reaches down to spread your cheeks again, thumb gently pushing some of his cum back inside your puffy entrance. you whine, arching away from his touch as you feel his hot cum leaking out of you.
he chuckles and helps you stand on shaky legs, turning you around to face him. your knees nearly buckle, but he catches you easily, pulling you against his chest. one arm wraps around your waist while his other hand cups your jaw, tilting your face up so he can look at you properly.
your cheeks are tear-streaked, lips swollen, eyes glassy and fucked-out. leon studies you for a long moment, his thumb brushing tenderly across your cheek to wipe away the last traces of tears. "god, you’re beautiful," he murmurs, voice rough, but softer than it’s been all evening. "you did so, so good for me."
you swallow, still trying to catch your breath, your voice coming out small and hoarse. "…i didn’t think i could… that i would…" you trail off, cheeks burning as you glance down, embarrassed by how wrecked you sound.
"could what? cum that much?" he says quietly, a hint of amusement in his tone. you wince in embarrassment, his words making you shy away from his gaze. he chuckles softly, the sound warm and low in his chest as he feels you hide your face against him. his arms tighten around you, one hand coming to stroke your hair while the other rubs slow, soothing circles along your back.
"i feel… a little embarrassed now." your cheeks burning hotter as you mumble against his chest. you couldn’t believe your situation right now. it was so wrong, but maybe that’s what made it so good.
"because no one’s ever taken the time to push you properly," he says gently. he tilts your chin up again so you’re looking at him. "you’re smarter than you think. just needed a bit of… guidance. someone willing to push you out of that comfortable little cave and show you how bright it can be when you finally step into the light." he says, raising his brows as he stares down at you.
your cheeks burn even hotter at his words. you squirm a little in his arms, an awkward cough escaping you as you think about how this situation started in the first place. "don't try to tie this back to plato..." you say teasingly, eyes narrowing at him as you feel more of his cum drip down the side of your thigh.
he lets out a low, genuine laugh at your teasing words, the sound warm and rumbling through his chest. his eyes sparkle with amusement as he looks down at you. "oh, sweetheart," he says, voice dripping with fond mischief, "i’m a professor. tying everything back to plato is basically in my job description." he says, a playful expression gracing his face as he gauges your expression.
you scoff, not believing how nonchalant he can be about it after doing something so intimate with you, "whatever..." you say, half-laughing, half-embarrassed, lightly smacking his chest with your palm. "you're not real."
he catches your hand easily, bringing it up to his lips to press a soft kiss to your knuckles, his gaze never leaving yours. "i'm very real, sweetheart. there's proof of me between your legs right now." he smirks, tilting his head to the side as he grips your hand to his chest.
your eyes widen and you let out a mortified little squeak, trying to pull your hand back as fresh heat floods your face. "you’re the worst professor ever." you lie, rolling your eyes as you hold back a laugh at his boldness.
leaning down, his lips graze the shell of his ear as he whispers sultrily, "and yet," he starts, pressing a short kiss to your earlobe, "you let this worst professor bend you over his desk and fuck you until you were crying. so, maybe i’m not that bad." he purrs, pulling back from your ear to watch your reaction.
you bite your lip, trying (and failing) to fight the shy smile spreading across your face. "…you’re... not that bad," you admit softly, almost reluctantly. you sigh, giving in to his irresistible charms and voice as you stare into his eyes.
he smiles softly, tilting his head as he gazes into your eyes with that amused, knowing look., "don't forget you have a reading due next week."
your jaw drops in genuine disbelief, and you let out a scandalized little laugh, lightly shoving his chest again. "you did not just say that," you gasp, eyes wide. "after everything, you’re seriously bringing up the reading assignment right now?" you say, a little embarrassed as you think about the reading you’ve yet to start on.
professor kennedy’s smirk only widens, clearly enjoying your reaction far too much. he gently pulls you back against him, voice dropping into that smooth, authoritative tone you’re becoming dangerously familiar with. "i’m still your professor, sweetheart," he says, lips brushing your ear. "and you’re still my student. plato doesn’t grade himself." he drawls, chuckling deeply.
you groan dramatically, letting your head fall forward against his chest. you bite your lip, smiling shyly as you whisper, "okay, i get it." you say, tone changing as you start to feel appreciative. "thank you… for pushing me." you say shyly, mumbling into his chest as you smile softly at the comforting smell of his cologne.
his expression melts into something tender. "don't mention it," he murmurs. "my door’s open for you. whether you're questioning your existence or simply need someone to talk to, i'll be here." he says sincerely, rubbing soothing circles into the small of your back as he holds you.
you smile at that, pulling away to press a shy kiss to his lips before pulling your drenched panties up and over your hips. he helps you pull your skirt down over your waist, straightening out the material as best he could before gazing down at you, hands resting on the small of your waist.
"go home and get some rest. you need it," he pauses, then adds with a small, playful glint in his eye, "but don’t forget that reading for next week. i expect your full attention in class… even if you are still sore." he teases, kissing you one last time with quiet affection. he murmurs against your lips, the words half-teasing, half-warning.
you roll your eyes as you grab your bag that had long since been abandoned by the desk across from his, slinging it over your shoulder as he walks you to the door. "yeah, yeah. i get it." you say, adjusting the strap of your bag so it sits comfortably against your slumped shoulders.
professor kennedy chuckles softly, his arm wrapping securely around your waist to keep your shaky legs steady. he leans down, lips brushing your temple as you both reach the door. "you say that now," he teases, voice low and warm, "but i know you. get it done." he reiterates, narrowing his eyes at you teasingly, a soft smile present on his features.
you let out an exaggerated groan at his persistent nagging, tilting your head back dramatically against his shoulder. "yes, professor," you reply in a mockingly sweet voice, batting your lashes up at him. "i’ll do the reading. i promise." you mock, voice raised a few registers higher as you gaze up at him.
"good," he murmurs, clearly pleased with your playful obedience. "that’s all i ask." he says, brushing a finger over your cheek to push a stray hair behind your ear.
you smile at him, pressing one last kiss to his lips before turning on your heel and stepping into the hallway. you steal one glance back at him, and he’s still there — leaning against the doorframe with that amused, satisfied look on his face, muscular arms crossed casually over his chest. he raises his hand in a small, lazy goodbye. you do the same, giving him a little wave and a shy smile before turning the corner.
you smile to yourself as you walk down the hallway with shaky legs, anticipation brewing in your chest as you think about when you’ll meet again next wednesday in his classroom. you sigh, biting your lip as you think back to the point he was trying to get across to you. maybe philosophy wasn’t so bad after all.
as much as it pains you to admit it, you actually did learn something valuable today in his class. not just about plato.
that vulnerability wasn't a weakness... maybe it was just your ticket to something better.
nier’s note 🗒️: right so…. i really hope im not the only one that’s thirsting over this leon mod because he looks DAMN GOOD. i mean he does anyways but he somehow got even hotter. also lowkey this was a self indulgent af cuz *cough cough* i have finals coming up soon and needed to… take the edge off. also lowkey fibbed a bit cuz i took phil last semester and it was easy peasy but for the sake of the plot i made it seem like reader was lost af. anyways, i hope you all enjoyed, and thank you for waiting ever so patiently for this blog update! probs gonna make a masterlist soon too bcus my fics are kinda getting lost with everything else on my blog. anyways, thank you for reading, as always! ♡
✮ synopsis: having your dad's best friend leon kennedy around was always a blessing and a curse. what started out as innocent admiration spiraled into something more than just a crush. coming home to your dad's for summer break, his presence eventually becomes too much for you to handle and your restraint finally snaps. request based on this tweet.
✮ warnings: large age gap (leon is 49, reader is in college), female reader, taboo relationship (dad's best friend), language, explicit content, dirty talk, fingering, use of pet names (baby, sweetheart, good girl), risky sex (dad asleep in the next room), unprotected penetration, explicit smut, degradation (like once), rough sex, creampie
✮ word count: 9.7k (i got carried away with this req) also lowk not proofread sry
you'd known leon kennedy for years. his presence was a common occurrence at your dad's house for as long as you can remember. he was your dad's best friend, a quiet man that held his trauma close to his heart and locked away much like your father. the pair were close buddies, having gone through extensive military training together and the events of literal hell on earth breaking loose, eventually forming a bond that was unbreakable.
whenever leon was in town between missions or government assignments, he'd always show up with a six-pack of beer or a bottle of decent bourbon, settling into the comfort of the living room couch as they talked. it was endearing to watch, seeing them laugh loudly about old stories from their past, or just sitting in a comfortable silence watching whatever game was on.
you'd grown up watching leon from the sidelines. as a kid, he was like a cool uncle who'd sneak you cookies sometimes when your dad wasn't looking. it was innocent. but somewhere between high school and college, that admiration shifted into something akin to attraction.
leon was pushing fifty now, but as time moved on it seemed as if he could only get more attractive. broad shoulders, killer jawline, huge, bulging biceps that you itched to sink your teeth into. and his eyes— those sharp, piercing blue eyes that seemed to notice everything. it all lingered in the back of your mind at night when your body begged for sleep.
conveniently enough, after you wrapped up your finals for the spring semester, you asked your dad if you could come home for summer break. he was ecstatic, of course. he was always over the moon to see his baby girl he'd watched grow into a competent young woman. so when you called and told him you wanted to stay for the summer, he was more than willing to accommodate you. while you were also excited to see him and finally relax from the stress of being a college student, you'd be lying if you said leon wasn't part of the reason you packed your bags so quickly.
as such, it came to no surprise whenever he'd just be downstairs whenever you came down from your bedroom. leon would show up often to share a drink with him, watch some random game on the television, or simply just talk. oftentimes when leon visited, you'd find yourself lingering in the kitchen longer than needed, purposefully slowing your movements to just admire him while he talked to your dad about whatever.
and that was precisely what you were doing right now. you weren't paying attention to any of the words leaving his mouth. you were too busy salivating over the way his biceps clung to his too-tight compression shirt as he raised his glass to take a short sip of the bourbon he'd poured.
despite leon being much, much older than you, you couldn't help but fantasize about him in a way that'd make even the devil himself blush. you knew it was wrong. forbidden, even, but the pull you felt towards this man was unlike any other. no charming frat guy or random on campus your age could make you feel the way you felt about leon. he was off-limits, but perhaps that was precisely one of the reasons why you felt so drawn to him.
"what are you lookin' at, honey?" your dad suddenly asks, and your hand stills, tightly gripping the spoon you'd been using to mindlessly stir the parfait you'd adorned with blueberries shortly before. you shift your gaze to him, hands clammy as you come up with an excuse for your shameless staring. he was seated next to leon at the island, offering you an amused smile as he watched you set the spoon down on the counter.
"uh... nothing, dad. just a little tired." you fib, wiping your hands on the hem of your tank top, hoping neither man would notice the slight tremor in your fingers. your dad let out a hearty chuckle, completely oblivious to the true reason why your gaze had been locked onto the man next to him.
"just tired, huh?" your dad teases, shaking his head with fond exasperation. "college kickin' your ass that bad?" he jokes, reaching over the counter to steal a blueberry from the edge of the parfait you'd been preparing (a late-night snack you claimed you wanted), popping it into his mouth without a care in the world. "maybe you're just getting old like us." he says, nudging leon's arm with his elbow while winking at you playfully.
leon didn't laugh right away, instead his piercing eyes shift from his glass of bourbon to settle on you. the look he gave you was brief, but it left an impression so profound that it made your breath hitch ever so slightly. god, the effect he had on you was ridiculous. his jaw flexed once, the sharp line it catching the warmth of the overhead light fixture as his lip curled up into an amused smirk.
"yeah. college can do that to you, kid." he says, a low chuckle leaving his throat, "but some things age you even faster." he admits, the comment was wrapped in humor, the kind of dry, self-depreciating joke that fit right in with their usual banter. you stifle a laugh, biting the inside of your cheek as you smile down at your parfait that was beginning to turn into room-temperature slop.
your dad's laugh fills the kitchen again, easy and warm as he reached over and snatched yet another blueberry. "listen to this guy," he says, shaking his head as he pops it into his mouth, "talking like he's ancient. you're not that old, leon. hell, you've still got more hair than me." he says, and you can't help the fond smile that breaks out on your face from his ridiculousness. he was definitely drunk.
"you want me to make you one or something?" you ask, giving him an annoyed look that was more teasing, if anything. "maybe it'll help you sober up, you drunkard." you giggle, shaking your head as you take in his expression. your dad waves you off with a dramatic groan, nearly knocking over his own glass.
"nahh, i'm good. bourbon's doing just fine. besides, if i eat any more of that fancy yogurt crap, i'll probably be up all night." he slurs, pushing back from the island, swaying a little as he stood.
"i'm gonna take this to the couch. you two kids behave in here, alright? don't let leon talk to you into any more mission stories. they get longer when he's had a few." he says, landing a firm clap on leon's shoulder as he passed, the brotherly gesture making your heart pang with a twinge of guilt.
"right, man? keep an eye on her." he says, turning on his heel and making his way to the couch. he finally settles down with a loud thump, grunting as he makes himself comfortable.
leon lets out a low, easy chuckle and shakes his head, "will do." he says, turning his attention back to you as he takes a small sip of his bourbon, the muscles in his thick biceps flexing visibly under the tight compression shirt. the kitchen fell into a heavy, charged silence the second he left. setting the glass down, his eyes meet yours and you think you might just explode.
you offer him a shy smile, shaking your head slightly and looking down at your untouched parfait. the blueish-purple pigment from the blueberries bled into the white, milky substance it sat upon, but you couldn't bring yourself to care. your pulse was hammering too hard in your ears to even think about it. leon clears his throat, and your attention turns to him again, meeting his eyes once more.
"so, how's college treating you?" he asks, a brow raised in question as he waits for your response. the simple question lingered in the air longer than it should have as you gather your thoughts.
you clear your throat, hand settling on the counter casually as you trace random shapes into the granite. "yeah, um. pretty good, not much going on. just… doing my best." you say, the words sounding a little rushed as you laugh awkwardly. leon hums, nodding as he takes in your words. he shifts a bit, resting his forearm on the counter while twirling his glass absentmindedly.
"yeah... you've always been good at that," he compliments, offering you a small smile as he stares at you intently. the moment feels oddly intimate, the way he was looking at you, the way you were looking at him— it was almost as if you were both aware of something but neither of you dared to speak up about it.
he pauses, the hum of the refrigerator and your dad already snoring on the couch the only sound breaking through the heavy silence. leon's gaze was steady, unwavering as he watched you, watched the way your hands stilled from tracing random shapes into the countertop, the way your breathing turned a little bit more rapid.
after a while, the leon finally exhaled through his nose, the sound rough. "gonna be a long summer," he murmured, exasperated, almost to himself. your brows pull together in confusion, watching as he downs the rest of his bourbon before setting it back down with a quiet clink. you opened your mouth to question him, but when he starts to move towards you, the inquiry stays trapped in your throat.
he rounded the counter in slow, deliberate steps, his tall, brooding form cutting through the small space until there was barely an arm's length left. you let out a shaky breath, eyes staring up at his focused ones as he peers down at you with an unreadable expression. he stopped just short of touching you, one large hand bracing against the cool surface of the granite beside you, caging you in without quite doing so. leon's gaze dropped to your lips for a brief second before lifting again, gaze darker than before. the restraint in his expression earlier was beginning to fray, and it was nearly impossible to pull your gaze away from him now.
"you were about to ask me something?" he says, more a statement than a question. his voice was barely above a whisper as he eyes your form which trembled slightly at the timbre in his voice. "go on. ask me, then." he prompts, and you freeze up on the spot, stuttering a bit as you struggle to maintain your composure. he was so fucking hot, you could barely contain yourself. when you stayed silent, he let out another slow exhale, the sound rough and frustrated, like he was fighting a battle he was tired of losing.
"i meant what i said," he continued, stepping a bit closer to your frame as his voice deepens. "this summer's gonna feel real long if we keep doing this little dance." he says, breath fanning over your temple carrying the faint bite of bourbon as your eyes widen. surely, surely he hadn't noticed your glances, right? it was almost too embarrassing to think about. maybe it was the bourbon talking, you think, almost trying to convince yourself.
"what... what are you talking about?" you sputter, eyes darting around as you panic slightly. he couldn't possibly mean... no. there's no way in hell he knew you'd touched yourself to the thought of him at night, imagining his large biceps choking you out while his hands explored your body. the thought makes your cheeks burn in embarrassment, suddenly feeling hot under his unrelenting gaze.
"you know exactly what i'm talking about." he cuts in, voice rough and frayed around the edges as he stares down at you. "you're a smart girl. too smart to be pretending like you're clueless." he says, and the harsh raspiness in his voice is near sinful as the thoughts you'd been having about him for years begin to rush back to the forefront of your mind.
your breath hitches, eyes finally meeting his as you take in his expression. he's clearly holding himself back for you, giving you enough room to push him away if you wanted. but he's right, you can't deny the way your stomach lurches as all the filthy, shameful fantasies you'd had about him begin to flood your thoughts as you stared at him in shock. and now he was standing right here in your dad’s kitchen, close enough that you could feel the heat of his body, smell the bourbon on his breath, see the faint sheen of sweat at the base of his throat.
leon’s gaze searched your face, reading every flicker of emotion. when you didn’t immediately deny it, something in his expression shifted— the restraint cracking just a little more. he leaned in slowly, forehead nearly resting against yours, his voice dropping to a low, sinful whisper that sent heat pooling low in your belly.
"you've been thinking about it, haven't you?" he whispered, the words slow and sinful, each one dragging across your skin like rough silk. your breath hitches, eyes widening as you realize he probably knew everything. you were mortified. "thinking about the way i'd touch you," he says, hand reaching out to tilt your chin up so you were forced to look right up at him. "the way i'd ruin you for any other guy your age..." a low, breathy exhale leaves your lips at his brazenness, lips parted in awe as you let him touch you. his thumb travelled along your jaw, the calloused pad tracing along the bone until it reaches your lower lip.
"i'd take my time with you," he starts, voice dropping even lower as he pulls his thumb down, flicking your bottom lip before it settles back in place. "start slow. get you used to how a man like me takes care of a pretty thing like you." he says, and you have to bite back a whimper at how hot the situation is. it's worlds better than you could have ever imagined. his hands pause for a second before moving lower, running his fingers down your neck and ghosting over your collarbone. the touch was feather-light, but it left a trail of heat in its wake, making your skin prickle with anticipation.
his gaze followed the path of his hand, dark blue eyes raking openly over your flushed chest, the thin straps of your tank top, and the way your breasts rose and fell with your quickened breathing. he paused there for a moment, fingers hovering just above the swell of your chest, as if giving you one last chance to stop him. "do you want that?" he asks, his eyes flickering up to your flushed face. "want me to show you how good it feels when someone who knows what he's doing puts his hands on you?"
you bite down hard on your lower lip to keep the whimper from escaping, hands sweaty as they twitch at your sides. the situation was overwhelming in the best possible way— far hotter than any late-night fantasy you’d ever allowed yourself. leon kennedy, your dad’s best friend, the man you’d secretly wanted for years, was standing in your father’s kitchen with his body pressed close to yours, his large hands exploring your skin while your dad snored obliviously in the next room. it was so sinful, but in the best fucking way possible.
"god, yes." you breathed, eyes glassy with pure need. "i can't fucking take this anymore..." you admit, eyes staring into his eyes needily, the last of your resolve shattering as you breathe heavily. his hands twitch on your chest, eyes hungrily piercing into yours as he takes in your heated confession. he inhales deeply, eyes closing briefly before his other hand slides up to cup the back of your neck, holding you in place while his mouth crashes down onto yours in a kiss that was anything but gentle.
he kissed you like a man starved, the hand resting on your chest clamping down around the swell of your breast as he pushes you into the counter with his larger body. you gasp sharply, hands scrambling for purchase on the counter behind you as he licks into your mouth with his tongue. the bitter taste of bourbon lingered as he devoured you, groaning softly into the kiss as when you whimpered against him. his body presses you harder into the counter, the thick, heavy line of his cock grinding insistently against your stomach through your jeans.
your brows pull together, hips shifting slightly higher as you ground yourself against his thick cock. he groans, pulling back from your mouth once he feels your core pressed up against his. "fuck, don't do that, baby." he grunts, hands sliding down from your chest and neck to grip your hips to halt your movements.
you raise a brow at him, hand moving to run down his veiny arm that bulges from your touch. "do what? thought you said we should stop this little dance, leon." you smirk, fingers reaching up to finally squeeze at his bicep you'd been dying to touch for years. it's meaty under your grip, and you have to bite your lip to stop from moaning at how satisfying it feels. leon huffs, clearly torn as you stare with so much desire in your gaze that it makes him want to take you right over this counter.
"fuck, you’re gonna kill me," he mutters, voice gravel-rough and barely above a whisper. his free hand comes up, large and calloused, wrapping around your wrist— not pulling you away, but holding you there, like he can’t decide if he wants to stop you or make sure you never let go. his thumb strokes once over your pulse point, right where your heartbeat is hammering wildly.
he leans in closer, so close you can feel the heat rolling off his body, the faint scent of gun oil and something darker, warmer, clinging to his skin. those blue eyes drop to your mouth for a beat too long before flicking back up, dark with warning and want.
"i did say we should stop," he admits, the words dragged out like they physically pain him. his grip on your wrist tightens just enough to make you feel it. "your dad’s twenty feet away, snoring on the couch. one wrong sound and this ends with me getting shot and you grounded till you’re forty." he knows one of you has to be rational, and as much as he wants to bend you over and have you screaming, that would be much less than ideal with your dad asleep in the living room.
"but you keep looking at me like that..." he starts, lips brushing the shell of your ear, "like you want me to bend you over this counter and fuck you until you can't walk straight. like you want me to fucking ruin you for—" he cuts himself off with a sharp exhale, forehead dropping to rest against yours for just a second, eyes squeezed shut like he’s praying for strength he doesn’t have.
"and what if i do... want you to ruin me?" you ask, eyes staring up at him pleadingly as you feel him tense against your body. his eyes shoot open, pupils wide and dangerous as he looks down at you, a low groan leaving his throat as he chuckles lowly. he was done, fucking done denying himself of you, no matter how wrong or taboo it was.
"jesus christ," he breathes, the words a half-prayer, half-surrender as he pulls back from your forehead to rake over your form. he pauses for a moment, as if he was considering every filthy thing he'd wanted to do to you tonight. "you want me to ruin you?" he asks, hands sliding back up your body and under the thin material of your shirt. "then you better be fuckin' quiet, sweetheart." he adds, hands cupping your bare breasts through your tank, and it takes everything in you to not moan.
you stare into his eyes while he fondles your breasts, hands gripping the counter behind you for purchase when his thumbs pass over your nipples. leon's breath is heavy, his eyes drinking in every reaction from you as you try to keep quiet. his right hand moves to shove your shirt above your chest, the fabric pooling near your collarbones as his stare burns into you.
"fuck, you've got such pretty tits," he confesses breathily, his large, rough hands switching from groping the soft flesh to take your pebbled nipples between his thumb and forefinger, rolling the buds between his fingers deliciously. you moan softly, eyebrows pulling together in pleasure from how good it feels. "be quiet. don't make me shut you up myself." he warns, tugging on your sensitive nipples, rolling and pinching them with just enough roughness to make your thighs tremble. the sharp sting of pleasure shoots straight down to your clit, making you clench around nothing.
when another tiny sound threatens to escape, he moves fast. one large hand leaves your breast only to clamp firmly over your mouth, palm sealing tight against your lips, muffling any noise before it can form. his other hand stays on your chest, still tormenting your nipple, twisting it slowly while he watches your eyes widen above his palm. "shhh," he hushes, voice velvety as he fondles you. "that's better. can't have you waking daddy while i play with his baby girl's pretty tits, can we?" he drawls, and your thighs press together at the riskiness of the situation. god, it was so wrong, but it felt way too fucking good for you to stop.
you nod slowly, hands gripping the counter behind you in a death-grip as you attempt to calm yourself down. he hums quietly, lowering his hand from your mouth and sliding down your hips. his other hand follows soon after, resting on your hips briefly before moving. his hands tug at the waistband of your shorts, hands pausing for a second before looking up at you for approval. you nod eagerly, and he quickly rids you of your flimsy shorts.
you're left in your panties and tank (which had been roughly pushed up by him) as you step out of your shorts and kick them to the side. there's a tiny wet spot on the front of your panties, and leon's jaw jumps at the sight.
"fuck me..." he breathes, the words rough and reverent all at once. he steps closer to you, right hand settling on your hip while his other rests on the counter behind your back. his hand on your hip dips lower, his touch making your skin tingle as he runs his fingers down your abdomen. he moves a little lower, fingers gently grazing your lower stomach, and you shiver at the touch. he pauses for a second, fingers skimming the delicate lace of your underwear before finally dipping under the wet fabric.
his fingers slide into your underwear with ease, middle finger brushing against your pulsating clit before moving lower to feel your wetness. you bite your lip, closing your eyes briefly to focus on not making any noise. leon exhales deep, his breath catching in his throat as his fingers glide through your folds. "jesus... you're fucking drenched," he groans under his breath, the words barely audible. his fingers drag through your wetness again, collecting the slick on his fingers before ghosting over your throbbing clit again. "this how badly you wanted me to ruin you? huh? bet no guys your age could ever get close to getting you this fucking soaked."
a moan threatens to spill from your lips at his filthy words, but you swallow it down. your pussy clenches from his touch, threatening to pull his fingers inside as you let out a shaky exhale. he circles your clit with the pad of his middle finger, slow, agonizing circles that make your hips buck against his hand. he dips them lower again, finally pushing two thick fingers inside you in one deep stroke. you accommodate them enthusiastically, pussy clenching around the digits as he curls them upwards.
"tight little thing, aren't you?" he says, pressing a soft kiss to your temple as he watches his fingers disappear into your cunt under your panties. his eyes take you in, the way your chest heaves up and down under his ministrations, the way your nipples tighten from the cool air in the kitchen... it was almost unreal. his thumb stretches upward to rub tiny circles into your clit, the bud pulsing painfully as his fingers set a steady pace inside you.
you suck in a breath, head turning to the side to bury your face into his chest while your right hand grasps onto his shoulder for purchase. leon hums lowly, cock straining against his pants as he feels you tremble against him. he can feel every pulse of your clit, every flutter of your tight walls around his fingers and it's driving him insane.
"fucking hell," he whispers, the strain in his voice thick and raw as his cock twitches against the front of his jeans. "can only imagine how fucking tight you're gonna be when you cum on my cock. shit, you're gonna kill me, baby." he groans, thumb pressing harder against your clit as he fucks his fingers impossibly deeper into your leaking hole. your slick is practically coating his hand, but he doesn't fucking care. all he's focused on is making you cream around his fingers for the first time.
his fingers speed up drastically, and you have to bite your lip to control your moans. your nails are practically digging into his shoulder, tears pricking at your eyes as you feel a pit begin to form in your stomach. he curls his fingers in deep, delicious thrusts that hit that perfect spot over and over, thumb rubbing firm, steady circles on your swollen clit. he angles his wrist just right, fucking you a little harder, a little faster, pushing you right up to the edge of your orgasm.
leon's free hand wraps around your shoulder, pulling you against his solid chest so you can muffle every shaky breath and broken whimper into his shirt. his lips brush the top of your head, then drop down close to your ear, "you gonna cum?" he asks softly, pressing a short kiss to your temple. you nod against his chest, legs shaky as he digs his thumb into your sensitive clit.
leon feels your frantic little nod against his chest and the way your pussy suddenly clamps down hard around his thick fingers, and it rips a low, guttural sound from deep in his throat. "yeah?" he breathes, voice strained and dark right against your ear. "gonna cum right here on my hand while your dad's in the next room asleep?" he whispers, and your eyebrows pull together from how filthy it all sounds.
his fingers don’t slow down— they fuck you harder, faster, curling relentlessly against that spongy spot with every thrust while his thumb grinds down firmly on your swollen clit, rubbing tight, merciless circles. "go on then," he whispers, coercing you to finally fall apart on his fingers. "show me how fucking good it feels." he says, fucking his fingers deeper into your twitching cunt.
your pussy clenches harder around him, harsh, ragged breaths leaving your lips as you finally cum on his fingers. your legs nearly give out as your orgasm rakes over you explosively, walls clamping down on his fingers violently while your clit throbs under his thumb. you press your face into his chest deeper, a tiny, quiet moan leaving your lips as you writhe in his hold. leon rubs small, barely there circles into your clit to drag your orgasm out as long as possible, watching in delight as you breathe hard into his chest.
"fuck, that's right," he whispers, slowing his pace down a bit as you twitch from the overstimulation creeping up on you. "good fucking girl... only i can make this tight little pussy cum this hard, huh?" he says, hand coming up to smooth over your hair, letting you tremble and ride your intense orgasm out while your muffled whimpers disappear into his shirt. only when your thighs begin to close in on his hand does he finally ease his fingers out of your wet cunt, patting your pussy softly before slipping them out of your panties.
your breath is hot as you pant into his shirt, trying to catch your breath from the intense orgasm he just gave you. you slowly move from his chest, hand gripping his shoulder tighter for support as you look into his eyes. leon’s eyes darken even more as he pulls back enough to look at your face— you're wrecked, lips swollen from biting them so hard, eyes dazed with faint tear streaks visible on your cheeks. he can't help the way his cock twitches in his pants upon knowing you were crying from how good it felt. it did something to him, made him carnal, hungry, desperate with the need to fucking ruin you.
"fuck," he grunts, thumb coming up to caress your cheek, looking into your eyes with a new, primal hunger stirring within him. "you have no idea what this does to me, baby." he confesses, fingers pressing against your lips as he shoves his cum-slicked fingers into your wet mouth. you eagerly take them, glossy eyes looking up at him as you suck on his fingers.
"that's right..." leon’s voice drops into something even darker, rougher, as he watches you suck so eagerly on his cum-slicked fingers. "such a dirty fucking girl, letting an old man like me have my way with you." he pushes his fingers a little deeper, pressing down on your tongue, reveling in the way you swirl your tongue and suck his fingers like you’re starving for it. his cock twitches painfully in his jeans at the obscene sight. you were addictive, like his own personal brand of heroin that he couldn't stop reaching for.
"god, i'm gonna fucking ruin you." he vows, removing his fingers from your mouth slowly with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting them to your swollen lips for a moment before it breaks. you stare up at him eagerly, biting your lip as your eyes travel down to the obvious erection straining in his pants. you reach down, hand gripping his thick cock through his jeans as you palm him. he lurches forward a bit, hand reaching out to rest on the counter beside you, caging you in.
"you're so big, leon. gonna feel so good inside me..." you whisper, eyes darting up to his face as you take in his tense expression. his jaw was tight, teeth grinding with every teasing little squeeze to his cock, hands gripping the counter so hard his knuckles turned white.
"fuck," he hisses through gritted teeth, jaw clenched so hard the muscle jumps. his eyes squeeze shut for a second, fighting for control, before they snap back open. his stare was dark and primal as his eyes pierced into yours, unrelenting. "greedy little slut," he grunts, voice dangerously low as he continues, "talking like that while your dad's asleep in the other room... you really are fucking filthy, aren't you?" he degrades, and a part of you thinks you should feel offended, but you aren't. it was all too hot, all too intense for you to try and think rationally right now.
he leans in closer, forehead nearly touching yours, his hot breath fanning across your lips as you continue to palm him. you can feel how hard he is— thick, heavy, throbbing under your touch, the heat of him burning through the denim. he reaches down and grabs your wrist, stopping your teasing strokes, but he doesn’t pull your hand away. instead, he presses your palm firmer against his erection, grinding into your touch once with a quiet, frustrated sound.
"this what you fucking want?" he grits out, leaning in so close his lips brush against yours as he speaks. "want to feel how big i am? how deep i can stretch that tight little pussy?" he whispers roughly, and your lips part slightly at how filthy he's being. this was a hundred times better than any little fantasy you'd had of him in the quiet of your bedroom. leon’s eyes are nearly black now, pupils blown wide as the last threads of control begin to fray as he stares down at your parted lips and flushed face.
you could hardly believe this was real. the way he talked to you was so incredibly dirty that it made your clit throb against the fabric of your ruined panties. you breathe shakily as you gather the courage to speak, "yes, i... want you to ruin me... for anyone else." you confess, eyebrows pulling together as your glossy eyes stare pleadingly into his sharp ones. "please, leon, need your cock so bad," you whimper, hand gripping him tighter through the rough fabric. he curses sharply under his breath, a large hand grasping at your wrist to halt your ministrations.
"fuck, baby," he whispers, sucking in a sharp breath at your heated confession. he leans closer, voice dripping with lust as his lips graze the shell of your ear. "yeah? want me to wreck that sweet little pussy so good you'll forget anyone else ever existed?" he purrs, mouthing at the sensitive spot beneath your ear, breath hot and heavy against your skin. you nod feverishly, the pure filth of his words affecting you more than you'd like to admit.
he chuckles darkly against your neck, the low vibration sending shivers straight down your spine as his lips brush over that sensitive spot again, teasing with just the edge of his teeth. he finally pulls back, hands sliding down to his hips to tug at his belt. "you'll get that, baby," he whispers, unbuttoning his pants and pulling the zipper down impatiently. "i'll give you every fuckin' inch 'til that sweet little cunt's ruined for good." he says, shoving his pants and boxers down just enough to free himself.
his thick, veined cock springs free, heavy and rock-hard, the flushed head already leaking precum. he's intimidatingly big— long, girthy, curving slightly upward in a way that threatens to hit every sensitive spot inside you. he wraps one large hand around the base and strokes himself once, slowly, letting you see exactly what you've been aching for all these years. you might just pass away from how big he is alone, mouth agape as you ogle his length, breath getting caught in your throat as you struggle to compute how that was going to fit inside you.
he catches the way your eyes widen in stunned silence as he strokes himself, chest swelling with pride as he lets out a breathy chuckle at your expression. "oh, baby," he starts, voice lowering to a sultry drawl. "nobody your age been this big before, huh?" he questions mockingly, hand on his cock stilling as he reaches out to you, gripping your jaw tightly with his large hand.
his thumb presses into your bottom lip, tilting your face up so you have no choice but to keep staring into his sharp, hungry eyes while he drinks in every bit of your fucked-out expression. "don't worry," he mumbles, reveling in the way your lip quivers ever so slightly. "i'll make sure you take every inch." he purrs, releasing your jaw slowly, fingers trailing down your neck and over your collarbone before sliding possessively along your hip.
he steps a little closer, foot wedging between your bare legs to spread your thighs, the heat of his body pressing against you as his deft hands trail lower. his fingers hook into the waistband of your soaked panties, and he tugs them down your legs impatiently. the drenched fabric peels away from your slick, puffy folds with a wet sound that makes his eyes darken even more. you step out of them once they reach your feet, kicking the ruined scrap of fabric next to your abandoned shorts he discarded earlier.
his gaze drops to your now completely exposed cunt, glistening and swollen, practically weeping for him. a low, appreciative groan rumbles deep in his chest, vibrating through the space between you as he takes in every shiny, puffy inch of your dripping pussy. "fuckin' beauty," he says, admiring your soaked cunt that flutters around nothing as he spreads you open with his fingers. "so fucking pretty, baby... this little cunt was made just for me, huh?" he teases, thick fingers dragging slowly, deliberately through your drenched folds, parting them with a wet, obscene glide that makes your hips twitch.
the slick sounds are louder than you'd like in the quiet room as he circles your swollen clit once before dipping lower to tease your entrance, pressing just the tip of one finger inside you only to pull back and spread your arousal everywhere. "greedy girl," he whispers, the words hot against the nape of your neck before he pulls back, his breath sending shivers racing down your spine. he nips at the sensitive skin there before pulling back just enough to look down between your bodies again.
his hand sneaks under your thigh, strong hands hooking it up and over his hip, opening you up to him as he steps in closer. you grip the counter behind you for balance, the leg that was planted on the floor already wobbly from your previous orgasm. the blunt, leaking head of his thick cock presses right against your slick entrance, your walls immediately fluttering from just the ghost of his tip nudging at your folds. he grunts quietly at your neediness, hand on your thigh gripping the supple flesh tighter.
"listen to me," he starts, voice dropping into that dangerous tone that sends a shiver racing down your spine. "i'm only gonna say this once, baby." he reinforces, free hand gripping the base of his cock to line himself up with your dripping hole. "the louder you are," he warns, each syllable slow and deliberate, laced with dark promise, "the rougher i get." your breath hitches at the threat, hands trembling as you gulp thickly. you nod, exhaling shakily as you condition yourself in your mind to be quiet.
he presses the blunt, swollen tip right against your dripping hole, rubbing it up and down through your slick in lazy, torturous strokes, coating himself in your wetness and letting you feel the heavy weight and heat of him right there. the fat head nudges and slides over your swollen clit, then drags back down to kiss your tight hole again and again, spreading your arousal everywhere until his entire length is shiny and slick with you. every slow pass makes your thigh tremble against his grip, letting out a quiet, impatient whine at his teasing.
"remember what i said," he reminds you, voice gruff and demanding. "be a good girl and keep those pretty sounds quiet for me." with that warning hanging in the air, he finally stops teasing. he grips your thigh harder, fingers digging deep into the soft flesh, and pushes forward in one slow, relentless motion. the thick head breaches your entrance with a wet pop, stretching you wide as he sinks the first few inches inside your tight heat. the burn is immediate and intense, your walls forced to accommodate his massive girth.
your throw your head back in pleasure, a silent cry leaving your parted lips as you brace yourself against the counter, knuckles turning white. you can feel every vein, every ridge dragging against your sensitive walls, and it makes your thighs tremble violently. a broken, shaky exhale leaves you as he keeps pushing, sinking more of his thick cock inside you. your eyes flutter shut for a second, brows pulling tightly together as the overwhelming fullness makes your stomach tighten. you’ve never felt anything like this. never felt so stretched, so full, and he’s not even all the way in yet.
a tiny, helpless whimper slips out before you can stop it, the sound barely audible, trembling in the back of your throat. "leon…" you whisper brokenly, voice cracked and barely there, eyes fluttering open just enough to look up at him with glassy, pleading eyes.
the moment his name leaves your lips, leon’s hips stutter for half a second. his sharp blue eyes darken instantly, pupils blown wide as he stares down at your wrecked expression. his grip on your thigh tightens almost painfully, fingers digging deep bruises into your soft skin. "shhh, baby," he grunts quietly, voice low and dangerous against your ear. "i told you to be quiet." but even as he warns you, he doesn’t stop. instead, he pushes forward again, forcing another thick inch into your fluttering cunt. the wet, obscene sound of your slick coating his cock fills the small space between you as your walls stretch even wider around him.
you whimper again, softer this time, biting down hard on your lower lip until you taste copper. tears prick hot at the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming stretch. your pussy clenches hard around his heavy length buried inside you, sucking him deeper even as it struggles to take him. "leon... can't, 'stoo much.." you gasp quietly, voice barely a whisper, hands gripping the counter impossibly tight.
your words dissolve into another quiet, broken whimper as he rocks his hips and sinks the rest of the way in with one final, devastating thrust. he bottoms out completely, hips flush against yours, every long, girthy inch of his cock buried to the hilt inside your tight, dripping pussy. the blunt head presses hard against your cervix, the fullness so intense you swear you could feel him in your stomach.
your hands scramble from the counter to clutch desperately at his shoulders, nails digging into the tight fabric of his compression shirt. your leg shakes uncontrollably where it's hooked around him, pussy gushing slick around his cock from how full you are. leon groans lowly, forehead pressed to yours as he stills, letting you feel every throbbing inch of him buried inside you.
"goddamn, you feel perfect," he rasps, lips brushing against yours. "pretty pussy’s ruined now, isn’t it?" he says, a low, broken mewl slipping from your lips the second he starts pulling his hips back, dragging every thick vein and ridge along your sensitive walls until only the swollen head remains stretching your entrance.
before you can complain, he slams back in with one powerful thrust, burying every inch to the hilt in a single stroke. the wet slap of his hips meeting yours is quiet but filthy. your eyes roll back, a silent cry catching in your throat as the blunt head kisses your cervix again, the fullness so intense it makes your belly tighten.
leon’s hand quickly clamps over your mouth again, large palm sealing tight against your lips, muffling any sound before it can escape. his sharp blue eyes bore into yours, dark and dangerous. "be quiet," he warns, voice rough and dripping with dark promise as he rolls his hips into your needy cunt, "or i’ll have to get real rough with this pretty pussy while your dad’s sleeping in there." you nod frantically against his palm, eyes glassy and wet with unshed tears. he hums in satisfaction, still keeping his hand firmly pressed to your mouth as he resumes his thrusts.
he starts slow at first. long, deep strokes that pull almost all the way out before sliding back in, forcing your walls to stretch wide around his girth again and again. each thrust punches the air from your lungs. the thick head of his cock drags against that sensitive spongy spot inside you, then presses firmly against your cervix on every stroke. his thrusts are relentless, almost painful, but the pleasure is so sharp it makes your thigh shake where it's hooked around his waist.
"so fucking tight," leon grits out, voice low and strained right beside your ear. "pretty pussy needed this stretch, huh, baby?" your walls flutter hard around his thick cock at the filthy praise, clenching down so tightly it draws another low groan from his chest. you can feel every inch of him, every vein pulsing inside you, the slight upward curve pressing firmly against your walls before the blunt head kisses your cervix again and again.
you nod eagerly against his palm, a muffled, desperate sound vibrating against his hand. your pussy clenches around him, fluttering and pulsing as the coil in your belly winds tighter and tighter. your neglected clit throbs painfully between your folds, sending little electric jolts through your core with every grind of his hips.
leon chuckles darkly against your ear, the sound rough and satisfied. "yeah... that's what i thought." he murmurs, voice dripping with lust as he rolls his hips in a slow, grinding circle, making his cock shift deep inside you. "been aching for a real man’s cock, haven’t you? no boy your age could ever fill you up like this."
he pulls back almost all the way, letting you feel the aching emptiness for just a second, before slamming back in with one deep, powerful thrust. the wet slap is quiet but obscene. your eyes roll back again, a silent cry catching in your throat as the sudden fullness punches the air from your lungs. "shhh, easy baby," he whispers, lips brushing the shell of your ear while his hand stays sealed over your mouth. "keep quiet for me, now. you’re doing so good… taking every inch like you were made just for me." his praise makes your pussy flutter even harder around him, each thrust dragging heavily against every sensitive ridge inside you.
his hand gripping your thigh reaches down to rub tight, hard circles into your clit, the sensitive bud pulsing under his thumb. you nearly let out a whine, but leon's hand on your mouth reminds you that you can't, a silent reminder of his dominance. his fingers press firmer over your mouth as he feels you flutter around his cock, a low, approving growl rumbling in his chest.
he doesn’t let up. the rhythm of his thrusts stay deep and punishing, pulling back until only the thick, swollen head stretches your entrance, before driving back in with that same brutal snap of his hips. each thrust forces another wet, filthy sound from where your bodies meet, the obscene slide of him filling you completely, over and over, the heavy weight of his balls tapping softly against you with every thrust.
his thumb keeps working your clit in relentless, tight circles, never slowing, even as your thigh starts to tremble violently. the pressure builds fast and vicious, that aching coil tightening low in your belly until your vision starts to blur at the edges and fresh tears slip down your cheeks.
leon leans in closer, lips grazing the sensitive skin just below your ear as he whispers, hot and filthy, "you gonna cum again for me like this? gonna cream all over my cock while i keep you quiet?" he angles his hips just right on the next thrust, grinding the fat head of his cock hard against that spongy spot deep inside you while his fingers pinch and rub your swollen clit in perfect, merciless sync. your eyebrows pull together in sheer pleasure, glossy eyes staring into his as you listen to his filthy words.
"yeah? gonna let daddy’s friend fucking wreck you right here in the kitchen?" your pussy clenches violently around his thick cock, walls fluttering and spasming as another wave of slick gushes out around him, coating his shaft and making the wet sounds of his thrusts even filthier in the quiet kitchen. leon groans lowly as you clench around him, hand moving back up to press your thigh against your chest. "i think you like hearing how wrong this is. like knowing your dad’s best friend is balls-deep inside his baby girl while he's asleep on the couch."
you let out a quiet sob into his hand, pussy clamping down relentlessly against his cock as you nod desperately. you loved it, you loved how risky it was, how wrong it was, how absolutely fucking filthy he was. it was so much better than you'd ever imagined.
his thumb returns to your swollen clit, rubbing tight, fast circles that have your thighs shaking uncontrollably. the coil in your belly is on the verge of snapping, burning hotter with every filthy word he breathes against your ear. "yeah... that's it, baby," he whispers, voice rough and dripping with lust as he grinds his cock deep, the fat head bullying your g-spot without mercy. "cum all over this cock like the dirty girl you are."
the command, paired with the perfect grind of his hips and the merciless pressure on your clit, sends you hurtling over the edge again. your entire body locks up, back arching hard against the counter as a silent, shattering orgasm rips through you. your pussy clamps down like a vice around his thick length, pulsing and fluttering wildly as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you. fresh tears spill down your cheeks while you bite down hard on your lip to stay quiet, only tiny, broken whimpers escaping against his palm.
leon groans low and deep, his cock twitching hard inside your spasming cunt as he feels you fall apart around him. "fuck... yeah," he grunts, burying his head into your shoulder while he fucks you through the intensity of your orgasm. "good girl, such a good fucking girl." he praises, voice strained as he fucks you through it with slower, grinding thrusts, letting you ride out every last pulse.
leon’s low groan vibrates against your shoulder as your orgasm drags him right to the edge with you. your walls pulse and flutter around his thick cock, milking him relentlessly while slick gushes out around his shaft. the wet heat of you, the way you clamp down on him, the quiet, broken whimpers you couldn't quiet against his palm— it’s almost too much.
he keeps thrusting through your climax, slower now, deep and grinding rolls of his hips that drag every thick inch along your fluttering walls. the overstimulation makes your thighs shake violently where one is still hooked over his hip, but he holds you steady in his strong grip, forehead pressed to yours as he watches your face with dark, hungry eyes.
"god, you're gonna make me fucking cum," he grits out, voice wrecked and strained against your lips as he fucks you through your orgasm. your eyebrows pull together as the shocks of pleasure-pain begin to take over, soft whimpers falling from your mouth as his thrusts begin to turn sloppy. "so fucking tight... shit, i'm fucking close," he grunts, hand moving down from your mouth to gain purchase on your right hip, using it as leverage to pull you into each deep thrust.
his thrusts turn shorter, more erratic, the wet sounds of him moving through your soaked heat growing louder in the quiet room. you can feel him throbbing harder inside you, right on the cusp of his release. "god... fucking take it," he grits out against your neck, pulling your hips against his cock rougher as you bite down on your lip so hard you taste blood.
the filthy edge in his words, paired with the very real risk of your dad sleeping just down the hall, sends another rush of heat straight to your core. your pussy clenches involuntarily around him, milking his throbbing length. "shit, i'm cumming, fuck—" leon’s voice breaks into a low, strained groan as he buries himself to the hilt with one final, rough grind.
his cock pulses violently inside you, thick and heavy, flooding your fluttering walls with hot, heavy spurts of cum. you feel every pulse, every twitch of his cock as he empties himself deep inside you, his grip on your right hip almost bruising while he rocks through it. his movements push his release even further inside, a small whimper leaving you as you feel his tip kiss the deepest part inside you.
"jesus fucking christ," he moans lowly against your neck, rocking his hips slowly into your cunt as he fucks you through the rest of his high. he keeps grinding in slow circles, making sure you feel every inch of him while your walls continue to flutter and milk the last drops from his throbbing cock. "fuck, that's right, so good, so fucking good baby," he praises, pressing small little kisses into your neck where your pulse thrums rapidly as you try to catch your breath.
he stays buried deep, cock still twitching with the occasional aftershock inside your cum-filled heat. the grip on your right hip slowly eases, his fingers stroking over the flushed skin in gentle, apologetic circles where he’d held you so tightly. he pulls out slowly, the wet sound filling the quiet room as his thick cock slides free from your fluttering pussy. you immediately feel the warm rush of his cum leaking out of you, dripping down your folds and sliding down the inside of your thigh.
you wince slightly, the cool kitchen air kissing your cunt as your legs settles back down on the ground below you shakily. you huff out a breath, hands gripping the counter behind you to steady yourself before looking up at leon.
he's breathing heavily, eyes closed and brows pulled together tight as his hands rest upon the counter beside your form, caging you in. a faint sheen of sweat glistens on his forehead and along the line of his neck. after a few seconds, his eyes slowly open, heavy-lidded, locking onto yours. the intense hunger from moments ago has softened into something warmer, more intimate, though the corner of his mouth still twitches with a lazy, satisfied smirk.
"fuck..." he breathes out, voice low and hoarse. he leans in a little closer, one hand lifting from the counter to gently brush a strand of hair away from your face. "you okay, baby?" he inquires, taking in your post-orgasm haze as you catch your breath. you offer him a quiet nod, a small smile gracing your features as you stare at him. leon’s eyes linger on your face for a long moment, his thumb tracing lightly along your cheekbone.
"good," he murmurs, voice still rough but quieter now. "let's get you upstairs before your dad wakes up." he presses one last soft kiss to your forehead, then carefully pulls back. he pulls his boxers and pants up in one smooth motion, efficiently tucking himself back inside. his hands slide to your waist, steadying you as your legs continue to tremble. with gentle movements, he helps you tug your panties and shorts back up your thighs, though the fabric immediately feels the warm, sticky mess of his cum still leaking from you and soaking into the material.
"easy, baby," he whispers when you sway a little. one strong arm wraps around your lower back, pulling you against his chest for support while his other hand adjusts himself in his pants slightly. "i’ve got you." he keeps you close as you both quietly slip out of the kitchen, moving through the dark hallway on quiet feet. the living room is still quiet— your dad’s soft snoring drifts from the couch, completely unaware.
you let out a sigh of relief, the nervous thrum of your heart slowing a bit at the sight of your dad still sound asleep. leon’s hand stays firm on your waist the entire way, guiding you up the stairs with careful, measured steps until you’re safely inside your bedroom. he closes the door shut quietly, turning around to see you flopping face-first into your bed.
leon makes his way to the edge of your bed, watching the way your body sinks into the mattress, exhaustion pulling you under. the room is quiet except for your heavy breathing and his steady breaths. he reaches out and gently brushes a strand of hair from your face, the touch careful and warm. "you did so good for me," he murmurs, hand stroking your hair down where it was messily tangled. you hum, turning your head and looking into his eyes with a soft expression on your face.
"we need to be smart about this," he starts, and you purse your lips at the thought of sneaking around your dad. you nod slowly, taking in his words as you try and think of a solution. he leans in slightly, eyes searching yours. "what do you think? what do you want out of this?" he asks quietly, hand settling on your shoulder while his thumb rubs fond circles into the soft skin.
you bite your lip, thinking, then murmur, "maybe… we could start with just normal time together first. like... actual dates outside the house. and then see how it feels before we decide about telling my dad." leon’s mouth curves into a small, approving smile. he gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze.
"yeah?" he asks, a tiny smile breaking out onto his face. "we'll do that then, baby," he reassures you, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. you smile, nodding silently while leaning into his touch. your eyes flutter shut for a moment, basking in his touch as you feel your eyes get heavier.
"how 'bout you get some sleep, huh?" he suggests, and you smile softly, opening your eyes once more to stare into his, a fond expression gracing his usually hardened features. you let out a contented sigh before sitting up and pressing a firm yet soft kiss to his lips. he immediately kisses back, a hand coming up to caress your cheek softly.
leon pulls back slowly, resting his forehead on yours before speaking up, "i've gotta go back downstairs in case he wakes up," he huffs, pressing a short kiss to your pouted lips. "don't you worry, baby. i'll be over here all summer." he chuckles, and you can't help the big smile that breaks out across your face.
nier’s note 🗒️: alright so i had to jump on the age gap bandwagon guys im ngl. this was a request from a lovely anon who inspired me beyond belief! i was literally blushing and biting my lips writing this one you guys i totally got carried away. i have a hard time writing smut w/o plot because i always need to know WHY they're fucking LMAO. but yes, i got a little bit too invested i had to cut myself off at the end that's why its so abrupt. buttt i hope you guys enjoy, more to come soon:) right now i've got about 4-5 reqs in line so i'm trying to go in order or from what will take the least time like hcs. anyways, thank you for reading, more to come in the future from my silly little blog! ♡
