"Fucking sit on my damn face, drown me in your cunt, baby", he groans into your folds, as you hover your weight over his face, feeling your wetness drip on him, while feeling eventual brushing of his nose on your folds, which makes you gasp a sound of pleasure escaping your throat.
It felt oddly embarassing, hovering over him. Like that, and your heart squeezed inside your chest, making a jolt of electricity pass through your spine.
Though you had been hovering over him for five minutes like this because: you feel too shy to let your whole weight on him.
He knew that, though he didn't push instead he just waited patiently... until he didn't.
"Damn it, baby, when I say sit on my face, I mean every word. I want you to suffocate me. If that's how I go, I had be proud, because imagine dying eating what you love," he teases, his breath grazing your wetness while slipping inside your core, and finally without another wait or snarky remark he pulls you down onto his face.
"But, Leon, I don't want you to suffo—" you start, shifting your weight over him, as you grip the headboard with both hands in front of you while his hands settle on your waist not forcing, but only waiting until you settle into the position, you feel your knees ache as they presses into the mattress below you.
His breath ghosts over your vulva, and you feel yourself leaking in his mouth, your wetness mingling with the heat of his saliva, making your back arch and bend in two, and soon, you feel your walls clench over his nose desperate to be filled.
And you finally let yourself loose, surrendering to him as he grips your waist. Slowly, he grunts, flattening his tongue at your entrance and pulling it deep inside you, almost to the edge of your g-spot. Then he says, "Grind your hips on my face, trust me, it'll feel good."
You gasp his name at the suddeness of his movement and the pressure of his nose inside you, finally you cry out loud, way too loudly, feeling him bury his nose deeper into you while he sniffs your arousal, then you try to shift away from him, but he doesn't let you.
Instead, he holds you there, and you feel his tongue reach deeper into your cunt, his warmth ghosting over your walls. Then he takes a deep inhale of your arousal, and murmurs something muffled against you, "Sweet" he groans, and then he sets a soft rhythm of his tongue over you.
You nod hazily, agreeing with him, 'S good," you purr, and start to grind your hips even faster feeling every movement he makes his stubble, touching your walls, and you moan, his name while he laps his tongue over your vulva, your entrance, hungrily.
For a second, you hesitate, still moaning and begging for him to take you in another way instead, still he doesnt let you slip from him, instead he reassures you, "I love this, baby, I love your weight on me, when you baptize me", he murmurs into your folds and presses his nose deeper before grazing his teeth at your engorged nub, you cry out again, holding the headboard tightly, until it turns your knuckles completely white, but finally with a loud moan of pleasure: you decide to move over him, and you start to roll your hips, as if you have done it thousands of time (no , you have never done this) then he holds you steady, rhythmically licking over your folds, before he licks your entrance, sucking the lips in before lapping his tongue upward from your hole towards your clit, as soon as he finds your it, he sucks it in deeper in his mouth, forming O from his lips around it, before, making squelching sound from it inside the quiet echo of the room, while drinking every inch of your wetness from it, he doesnt the stop assault and you feel everything flutter inside you, slowly you gasp his name mumbling something 'that he should not stop', which just makes him chuckle, then your eyes closes instinctively in pleasure and you finally let yourself relax yourself, sitting on him fully, rolling your hips while his hands dig bruises into your waist.
You moan faintly, feeling your walls flutter around him, like they have their own heartbeat. "Thats my girl." His voice comes out muffled between your folds, as you coo his name in reply, you head rolling down onto your chest, pressing your chin between your shoulder bones, then he whispers, "I feel your walls spasming, hard on me, you will cum soon, baby".
He chuckles when you move even faster, while his own cock throbbing to be inside you, but he wants to feed you first, because he knows dessert always come later, "Good girl, you learn so fast," he says as you start to move with precision, he licks you in every way, then sucks your clit between his lips.
You feel your walls spasm tight around him. "I'm gonna cum," you gasp, the words breaking apart, "I'm gonn—"
"I know, baby," he says gulping your wetness deep into his throat.
And a sob tears from your throat, but you don't stop. Even when your thighs tremble and threaten to give out, you roll your hips faster, chasing the edge. Your cunt spasms hard, heat pooling deep in your lower belly, spreading like liquid warmth through your core and down your inner thighs. The finally—fucking finally—you moan out his name, knowing your were going to break, "Leon—oh my god!"
Your walls flutter over him, your eyelids squeezing shut as white stars shatter behind your eyes. You leak all over his face, shuddering and trembling all over as pleasure rips through you in waves, and your toes curl against the sheets, your body convulsing, but you keep riding his face, greedy and trembling. "Baby, that was beautiful," he groans inside your hole, his hands squeezing your waist.
But even even then, he doesn't let you settle, an when you finally stop twitching for a second, catching your breath, and before the aftershocks fades completely, he grips your waist and pulls you down onto his cock.
Your swollen, sensitive cunt makes you shake all over again. Your back arches off him, your fingers digging deep into his shoulders as you cry out so loud, that someone might think you've been murdered, or that you've died and gone to heaven.
Then he in one motions he pulls you down until your hardened nipples rubs over his pecs, and you gasp at the sensation that is rubbing and unfurling inside every vein of your body, then he smirks and murmurs hot against your ear:
"I am not done yet, because my cock is hungry for your pretty cunt too."
summary: riding inexperienced rookie leon for the first time!
warnings: p in v, riding, prem ejac, fluffy sex, minors dni.
a/n: first smut who’s proud of nocta for finding their balls and actually posting it????
not proof read.
Leon’s cock twitches with every wet kiss you plant on his neck, his erection straining against the dampening fabric of his light blue boxer briefs as you palm him slowly.
“You’re doing so good, baby.”
You coo, kissing over one of the many purple bruises your lips have marked into his skin. His hips buck, those pretty blue eyes of his wide and hazy with desire.
“P-please…I need you. Need…something—anything you’ll give me, please.”
His begging is almost pathetic for a man so big, despite his baby face and seemingly permanent puppy-like pout.
“Don’t you worry about that, sweetheart. I’ll make sure you feel good.” You whisper gently, fingers finally hooking into the elastic of his underwear, pulling them down to his mid-thigh.
“You’re so hard, baby. You that needy?” Your voice is a mocking purr vibrating in his head, hypnotic.
Leon simply nods in response, no longer caring for salvaging his dignity, nor looking ‘cool’ in front of his girlfriend. All he wants now is his dick touched.
You lean down, thumb brushing against the blonde hairs growing at the base with a small grin. Cute. He throbs uselessly in your palm, jaw tight as he awaits any sort of release from the tension in his cock. The second your hand begins to move, in slow, controlled strokes, Leon’s head falls back against the pillows, the prettiest little whines falling from his lips like pleas.
“O-oh my..oh my god.”
He even lets out a little whimper when you twist your wrist just right at the head of him, his pink tip leaking out more pre-come that you use to wet him further. The muscles in his thighs jump under skin, his breathing coming in hot, quick, desperate gasps.
“Have you ever fucked a woman before, Leon?”
You ask him, teasingly. You know the answer, no man with any sort of experience in the bedroom would writhe around like he is, just from a handjob.
“N-no..no, I haven’t.” He stutters out.
“Do you want to?”
Leon’s eyes widen. He gives a little frantic nod as you smirk, letting go of his shaft and wiping your hand on the sheets. He watches, dazed like a cat on nip, as you pull off your shirt and unclasp your bra. The fabric falls to the bedroom floor, amongst where his t shirt and pants were haphazardly thrown just a small while earlier.
“Woah...woah..” He murmurs, tracking them when they bounce. You grip his wrist, guiding him to touch. “They’re...they’re really soft.”
His hands lack experience as he explores, but he makes up for it in sheer curiosity. He moves like an eager puppy, his thumbs brushing over your nipples when he learns how it makes you gasp, a sparkle igniting in his irises.
“Am I…doing good?” He asks quietly.
“So good, baby. Such a good boy.” Your voice is breathy, back arching to push into his palms.
Leon’s cheeks go pinker, but his hands don’t dare stray from your breasts. He’s seen boobs before, of course, in magazines and tv shows and that one awkward video in his brief medical training module. But it’s nothing like this. Not as intimate, not as warm.
He decides to try something. His pink tongue, wet between his kiss-bitten lips, darts out to taste your skin, swirling around the sensitive bud of your nipple. You gasp again, hand tightening in his hair. Leon takes this as a good sign, focusing his mouth on your left breast, his hand staying firmly put on the right one, then switching. Licking, sucking, pinching, fondling. Anything he can think of.
Soon, the stickiness between your legs grows too much, and you ease his head back gently by his hair, goosebumps forming on your skin as the cool air hits your wet chest.
“Enough of that.” You hiss, yanking down your panties.
Leon sits up slightly, hands finding a safe refuge on your thighs. He marvels at how soft your skin feels beneath his finger tips, looking up at you curiously.
“What now? Do I need t—oh. Oh—oh fuck.”
He lets out a moan, one loud enough for you to clamp a hand over his mouth to prevent the neighbours from gossiping. There’s nothing slow in the way you start to ride him, your ass slapping in quiet plap sounds against his thighs, as you watch his eyes lock onto your tits. The bed rocks too, accompanied with the squeaking of its frame and the slight creak of the mattress. Leon’s eyes roll back, moaning like a bitch into your palm, muffled and needy. Maybe you should have started a little slower, but with the way your boyfriend’s eyes are watering with pleasure, you can’t bring yourself to dwell on any possible guilt.
Your head falls back, just a little, pushing your breasts even closer to him. It’s only been about 30 seconds, when you feel it. The hot, filling sensation of cum flooding in your pussy.
“I-I’m—ah! Sorry...I’m sorry…I’m so sorry…felt t’good…too tight…hnngh…”
Leon is whining. Cumming impossibly hard into your sopping cunt with rickety upwards thrusts of his hips. He looks beautiful like this, his handsome face contorted with sheer pleasure as he spills into you. He collapses, arms out flat either side of him like a starfish, panting deeply as the effects of his first real orgasm rack through his nerves.
You chuckle, hands resting on his chest to slow down his ragged breathing, feeling the light sheet of sweat on his skin.
“Easy there, champ. You okay?”
He gives a content hum in response, looking well and truly fucked out. That look on his face? Sweet, sleepy, and so pleased? You almost don’t even care that you didn’t cum.
Almost.
Your hand tangles in his hair, forcing those doe-like eyes to look in yours.
“Come on, I’m not done yet. Let me teach you how to eat a woman out.”
thinking about soft, annoying old man leon recruiting his kids into being little shits like him
he’s been around you long enough now to know you inside and out, in every way possible, especially when it comes to pissing you off.
he can’t help it, the way you roll your eyes at his god awful dad jokes, or throw things at him when he slaps your ass in the kitchen. blowing raspberries into your neck when you’re trying to cook a nice meal.
he loves irritating you in the silliest ways, and he’s even worst when it comes to you two having kids.
“buddy, go ask your mom to pick up a can of tartan paint at the store.”
just to run from you trying to kill him, declaring you can never go back to that store.
or he’s giving your youngest a rubber spider to hide in your purse, him and the kids snickering from the playroom when you screech.
scooping them up and grinning like an idiot when they make terrible jokes and giggle before they can tell it to you.
“yeah, definitely my kids.”
i love u soft old man. save us dad leon.
this is also just a drabble whilst i work on an actual series instead of random oneshots. hoping it’ll be out mid july if not before. enjoy my nonsense brain dumps about random leon scenes for now!
summary: leon comes home from a mission. fluffy and domestic.
warnings: swearing, mentions of blood, showering together (sfw)
a/n: this is my first time ever writing here! i hope anyone who might find this enjoys. apologies for any poor or incorrect english.
ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ.
Everything was loud.
Despite your feeble endeavour to plunge your apartment into silence, the typically unnoticed sounds that came with a quiet space now echoed loud behind your eyes. The TV had been turned off hours ago; the cables pulled right out of the walls when you swore you could hear the electricity. Every little thud or hum from the outside world only drove you closer to insanity, the clock on the wall ticking like a metronome to your further fraying patience.
You only wished that your brain had a cable to be sawn, that any thoughts of your husband’s potential death could be prevented from forming in your mind at all. You longed greatly for that sweet mercy, to be capable of telling yourself that he will be home, that the reasons for his absence are merely the traffic, or Claire holding him back to chat ardently about her kids or the lottery numbers. Yet every time you close your eyes, that nauseating sense of horror pools deep in your gut as scenes of Leon’s possible eulogy flash relentlessly through your psyche.
When the doorhandle finally does rattle, you are on your feet within seconds.
The blonde hair. The navy t-shirt. The combined scents of sweat, gunpowder and the most recognisable, the metallic odour of blood left to dry on skin. None of it even has the chance to register before chest hits chest, your arms flinging tight around Leon’s neck, one hand sliding into his unwashed hair.
“You tryna crack a rib there?” Leon’s voice is slightly hoarse, most likely from barking out orders for days on end. Or maybe relief, with the way his shoulders slump and his lips brush reverently over your temple as he holds you back just as firmly.
“You’re lucky it isn’t your damn neck for making me wait so long.” Your response is an attempt at humour, but the sounds that are pulled from your throat are shaky, broken. Raw and relieved, all at the same time.
His arms tighten where they fit around your waist, another feather-light kiss pressed to your hairline. He doesn’t say anything else, but his kiss translates everything he’s trying to say.
I’m sorry.
I’m here now.
I’ve got you.
“I gotta shower this stink off. You joinin’?” He mumbles.
You give a small nod against his chest, letting him guide you through the dimly-lit hallway of your home, towards the bathroom. Leon pulls his own shirt off first, letting the fabric hit the tile floors with an almost silent thud, before making work of yours too. The soft cotton of your pyjama shirt is like heaven against Leon’s fingertips after so long away. Everything seems to move too slow and too fast all at once, your mind only catching up when the warm water sprays against your bare chest, with Leon’s lips gentle on your shoulder.
“I didn’t mean to make you wait up. Things got intense when I got back.”
You nod, yet again.
“I’m just glad you’re home, Leon.”
Leon’s rough hands, yet the same hands always so gentle with you, rotate you by your hips to face him. He leans in, one kiss to your nose, one planted on your forehead, before he moves down to your mouth. He frames your jaw in his large palms, tilting your head back to deepen the connection. Gently gripping his wrists, you kiss him back just as passionately, steam curling around your heads in misty, grey loops. Leon pulls away first, and presses his forehead to yours, damp hair sticking to your skin.
“I love you, so goddamn much.”
“I love you too, Leon.”
With him here, the background noise now seems to evaporate along with the water stream, your conscience finally calming as he lathers shampoo in your hair. You stand tip-toed to return the favour, washing away the thick iron odour of the blood on Leon’s skin with soapy suds scented with lavender. You can’t help letting your eyes wander over the new cuts and scrapes across his body. Bruises and cuts, all just a few days old and in the first stages of the skin healing process, making Leon’s body look even more like a patchwork of scars.
You both rinse off, staying under the water longer than necessary, just watching each other, like you both can’t believe the other is really here. Eventually, you step out, toes against cool floors contrasting with Leon’s thick biceps wrapping one of the fluffy white towels around you, wrapping it at the top so it didn’t fall, then doing the same for himself, tying one at his waist. Your hand slides, the perfect fit, into Leon’s, as the two of you head into the bedroom. The closet opens with a soft clank, and your eyes track the muscles of his back as he pulls out two of his t shirts, a clean pair of navy blue boxers, and some fresh underwear for you. He dresses you first, then himself, notes of lavender shower gel and peony-scented detergent mixing in the air around you both.
You climb into bed, balancing on your knees to yank the covers back and fluffing the pillows. Your hand reaches out to welcome Leon in too, and he need not to be told twice, slipping beneath the sheets and curling around your back like a woodlouse and slides a leg between both of yours. His breathing is slow and hot against your nape, as you finally let everything sink in. Leon allows one hand to rest over your stomach, rubbing small circles into the flesh.
“Been sleepin’ like shit without you snoring beside me.”
You huff out a fond snort of laughter, resting your hand on his bicep.
“You usually complain about my snoring.”
“Cause its loud as fuck. You sound like a damn chainsaw.”
He lets out a breath, pausing for a moment.
“Still, I miss it when its gone.”
You smile at that. The first in days.
“Well, you’re back home now, maybe you’ll regret it when I start snoring tonight.”
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