Bigfoot!Nanami who's dignified, okay? Him? Living in a cave? Nude? Never.
Bigfoot!Nanami who built his own cabin after stumbling upon a few others, creating his own tools and chopping down trees, failing and learning a few times before he manages to craft something sturdy, something of his own
Bigfoot!Nanami who dislikes humans, but has met a couple trustworthy ones over the years, picking up on language and trading skills and supplies, books he taught himself to read and seeds to grow his own crops
Bigfoot!Nanami whose most prized possession is an old antenna TV front and center in his cozy living room, a deerskin rug in the floor and a practically ancient couch barely big enough for him to fit on
Bigfoot!Nanami who has probably watched every episode of little house on the prairie, frowning as his thick fingers struggle to repair a hole in one of his shirts, the connection getting lost as heavy rain starts to pitter patter overhead
Bigfoot!Nanami who is utterly ill-equipped to handle you, a lost hiker knocking on his front door, soaked down to the bone and shivering in next to nothing
Bigfoot!Nanami who almost doesn't open up, not sure what to make of the tiny shorts clinging to your thighs and the thin t-shirt drenched to your skin, frowning at whatever you must have been doing in practically underwear out here before he slowly cracks open the door
Bigfoot!Nanami who has received a lot of reactions, usually some flavor of fear once they see his height, the fur, the wide chest and intimidating frame barely hidden under his clothes, but you just blink, tilting your head to the side and parting your lips to purr out a soft thanks
Bigfoot!Nanami who grumbled something back, brows knitted together in confusion about just letting you stay through the storm, warning you he didn't have a phone or way for you to call for help
Bigfoot!Nanami who is really dumbfounded when you shrug, unbothered as you glance around his sparsely-decorated cabin, taking in every little detail and dripping a puddle onto his floor
Bigfoot!Nanami who waits for a question that doesn't come
Bigfoot!Nanami who wants to direct you to the bathroom, but can't get the words out when you just start stripping there, peeling off your wet clothes and dragging your eyes back over his broad body
Bigfoot!Nanami who gives you the benefit of the doubt, trying his hardest to exemplify the perfect gentlemen no matter how difficult you're making it
Bigfoot!Nanami who ignores the way your eyes draw him in, pretends not to notice your hands grazing against his or how often you accidently drop something after you get changed into one of his dry shirts just to bend over, acts uninterested when he feels your feet dragging up the inside of his leg under the dinner table when he offers to make you dinner
Bigfoot!Nanami who just maybe enjoys feeling normal for once
Bigfoot!Nanami who hates how much he likes your casual touches, the way you glance over at him like he'd just another man and you're just another woman, sitting on his couch with your thigh snugly pressed against his, really, he can't even stand your comforting laughter at his dry jokes when he knows he won't get to hear it again after tomorrow
Bigfoot!Nanami whose face flushes when you lean up to murmur good night in his ear, pressing a polite peck to the corner of his jaw and thanking him yet again for letting you stay, stuck wondering if your scent will linger in his bed in the morning
Bigfoot!Nanami who is used to people being scared of him, but you?
ā Lana Del Rey, Father John Misty / "Let The Light In"
ā¢ pairing: Arthur Morgan x fem!reader
ā¢ warnings: smut (18+, mdni), yearning, gentle Arthur Morgan, handjob, consensual sex, p in v, bathhouse girl!reader, mutual pining, high honor Arthur Morgan, hair washing, emotional smut, praise, tender intimacy, he fell first and harder, caretaker reader, acts of service, Arthur Morgan being treated right, i'm biting my fist it's so cute
ā¢ word count: ~2.1k
Arthur Morgan's got a bad habit.
He stops in every other day, asking for you and only you.
Nevermind that he comes in fresh as a daisy from the last, barely a speck of dirt on him to warrant a washing.
He still comes.
Takes his clothes off real neat. Folds them and sets them aside. Takes extra care sinking into the tub while he waits, careful not to get any water on your seat.
Nobody takes care of him better than you do. He figures he ought to do the same.
Entering the room, mid-speech with one of the other girls, the sight of him stops you dead. Sends warmth fluttering through your chest, cheeks burning something awful.
You heard tell of a man who resembled him wandering around these parts again. Didn't think it'd be the man himself come to see you.
"M-Mr. Morgan," you stammer softly in greeting, shutting the door quietly behind you.
"Miss," he says after a moment, unable to meet your gaze.
His fingers tighten around the tub's edges, tips of his ears going pink.
You smile to yourself, reaching for the jar of rose petals you keep in case he comes by.
"Good for the skin," you say every time he asks. Really, you'll take just about any excuse to pamper the man.
Sprinkling a couple in, you watch his eyes follow them as they drift about.
"I brought you somethin'," he says, just as you settle in behind him.
"Again?" you ask softly, already pouring water over his hair, careful of his eyes.
Last week was peppermintsāthe kind you loved as a girl.
The week before that were some wildflowers he picked not far from the edge of town. They were a bit wilted, damn near crushed to death, but you were flattered nonetheless.
Bringing the soap bar to his head, you work it into a lather, scrubbing in gentle circles. "You ought'a stop bein' so sweet to me. The girls are gettin' all manner of jealous."
His head tilts back onto your lap, getting suds on the front of your dress. You find you don't mind it one bit.
"Don't care none," he mutters, eyes shutting as your fingers massage his scalp. "Only want you."
You duck your head, a bashful smile turning up your lips.
"Go on, then, tell me," you murmur, staring down at him. "What'd you bring this time."
He looks at you, dries his hand on the towel draped over the edge of the basin, and reaches for his things. Without a word, he pulls out a delicate ribbon in that shade of cream you love so much.
You gasp, eyes going wide. "Like the one Iā"
"Lost," he finishes, grunting in acknowledgment. "Yeah, I know."
You swallow, drop your head once more, fixing your gaze stubbornly on the porcelain.
"Youā I mean, that's real thoughtful of you..."
And just before the audacity can leave you, you utter a quietā
"Thank you, Arthur."
Any thoughts you might've had about addressing him by his first name leave you entirely.
One look at those cheeks of hisābeaming the prettiest shade of red as he rubs at the scruff of his jawāand you're gone before you can think better of it.
You bring your lips to his temple, fingers stalling where they run along his nape. "Now, just you relax. Lemme take care of you."
He sits still as can be, the tension easing itself from his muscles with every pass of the washcloth.
While you're busy cleaning his legs, scrubbing gently at his skin, your arm grazes somethingāhard, heavy, and hot like fire between them.
He goes stiff as a board, brows drawn tight as he looks away from you.
"Sorry," he says quiet, gruff, shifting in the water like he's committed a grave sin worth apologizing for.
"It ain't a problem," you mumble, staring blankly at the bubbles in the water as his hands go white-knuckled where they grip the edges.
Your gaze finds his face, a sheepish look on it you'd kiss right off if given half the chance. "Oh, Arthur. Won't you look at me?"
"Ain't right of me," he says then. "Takin' advantage of the kindness you've shown me."
"That ain't what you're doin' now, is it?" you chide softly, a quiet exhalation leaving your chest as you cup his cheek, turn that handsome face toward you.
You're fussing over himāyou know it. Can tell by the way you brush the wet hair clean from his face, thumbing away a stray droplet of water before it can careen down his forehead.
"Been an awful long while, ain't it? That why?" you ask curiously, voice soft with understanding. Gentle as you run your hand comfortingly along the length of his arm.
He glances at you then, searches that serene expression of yours, those eyes filled with an adoration he's too cowardly to give name to.
"...Yeah," he says finally, swallowing with an effort, jaw working. "Been some time."
It takes you a moment to gather the wordsāto get them right on the tip of your tongue before they spill out in a blur.
"I don't mind," you murmur, reassurance lacing every syllable. "If that's what you're wantin'. Ain't no trouble at all."
He looks at you with something akin to disbelief and an affection so severe, it sinks right down to the heart of you.
"I ain't earned that kinda treatment," he says then, shaking his head like it sits heavy on his shoulders.
"I wanna," you say in reassurance, resting your hand over his heart. It thuds a quick rhythm against your palm, his own coming up to lace your fingers with a hesitation that makes your face warm.
"Alright," he relents, eyes fixing onto you.
You smile, bring your joined hands to your lips and press a tender kiss to his knuckles, still scarred from whatever fight he must've been in last.
Your opposite one slips into the water, taking him between your fingers, not making a fuss of it.
It's just comfort.
Something to cure him of his stresses and that air of melancholy he carries about himself.
You tell yourself that's all it is, and he tells himself he ain't attached to the way you touch himāthe way you move your wrist just so and give him pleasure like he's never known, the way you card through the soapy tresses of his hair and let him doze off with his head on your lap most days.
You know better. So does he.
He groans real quiet, head tipping back just enough to show the effect your grip has on him, the length of him throbbing steadily between your fingers, growing impossibly harder still.
"Show me what to do," you murmur, voice a sweet lilt in his ear. "Show me how to take care of you."
He sucks in a sharp breath through his nose, letting it out slowly as he allows his eyes to shut and yield to the feeling, to your words looping themselves around him, driving him damn near out of his mind.
"Jesus, woman," he mumbles to himself.
But his hand moves to cover yours, tightening your hold around him with a careful squeeze of his fingers, helping you stroke him in long, slow drags that have his hips bucking.
Water splashes, creeping ever closer to the edge of the tub, threatening to spill over.
But you don't stop him. You wouldn't dare.
Instead, you stare, all kinds of mesmerized that a man like Arthur Morgan could be reduced to thisāoverflowing with desire, eager for the slightest touch that doesn't result in pain or hurt.
"That alright?" you ask quietly, peppering gentle kisses down his neck, lifting your head to meet his gaze.
He stares at you then, breathing rough, chest rising and falling with the effort it takes him.
"C'mere."
His fingers curl loose around your nape, drawing you in close to press a kiss to your lips.
You smile against his mouth, at him eagerly taking all he can when he kisses you harder, tongue dragging against yours like he's starved for it.
He tries to coax you over, onto his lap. With a quiet laugh, you pull the hem of your dress away just before it can touch the water.
"Gonna get my dress all soaked," you say, drying your hands to undo the buttons down the front.
He looks away, averts his gaze as the fabric goes slack against your form. You sigh, head tilting, eyes soft as can be.
"Don't gotta look away," you assure him, reaching out to turn his head toward you. "Don't mind you watchin' none."
His jaw tightens, reaching for you the moment your undergarments fall away. Before he can pull you onto him and into the tub, you reach for the ribbon.
He watches as you loop it around your neckāonce, twiceātying it off with a delicate bow that reaches down your collarbone.
You nearly slip, a startled squeal bubbling out of you as you settle in the warm water, thighs either side of him.
"Easy now. Atta girl," he says, reaching out to steady you. You hardly fit, him all but filling out the basin beneath you.
Still, you manageāhands on his shoulders as he lines himself up with your entrance, his at your waist rubbing in slow, lingering sweeps up your sides.
"How's it look?" you ask softly.
He stares at you like he's got heaven in his arms.
"Real nice, darlin'. Prettiest thing I ever did see."
He arches up just enough for you to feel him, the head of him pushing inside making a shiver run up your spine.
"You're alright," he murmurs, fingers splaying wide along your back as he guides you down. "That's it."
It doesn't take long before he's got his face tucked in your neck, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses along your skin, his beard scraping as he goes.
His breathing grows ragged, hold on your hips tightening despite himself.
All the while, you whisper encouragements in his ear, letting his name tumble from your lips like a prayer.
A timid little moan escapes you when he sinks into you proper, striking something sweet enough to pull a shudder clean through you, toes curling tight against the porcelain.
His rhythm starts slipping, growing more and more unsteady with every thrust. Your fingers slip into his damp hair, nails scratching lightly.
"Arthur?" you whisper.
"Mm," he hums, a low, gravelly sound that has your thighs trying their best to clench around him.
He notices the change in your breathing, the way they've gone shallow and uneven, his hand slipping between you to give you the attention you need.
"C'mon. Lemme have you," he says, his eyes gone storm-dark.
The moment his fingers find what you need, circling just there with a firm pressure, you're coming apart around him.
It feels like lightning singeing you from the inside out, burning you up entirely, sending your pulse crazy where it thrums beneath your skin.
His own breath catches hard as his release finds him, his forehead dropping against your breast, a deep groan knocked loose from him.
You feel the moment his body goes taut, a shiver wracking through him at the sheer intensity of it.
He goes heavy beneath you, all at once, sinking further into the tub like the effort stole every little bit of strength right out of him.
"You okay?" he asks, his touch gentler now, more careful than it's ever been.
"Yeah," you whisper, dropping kisses to the top of his head before resting your weight on him, your cheek to his chest. "You?"
He huffs a laugh, hand running along your spine.
"Sweetheart," he says, voice wrecked. "Ain't been this good in a long time."
You beam, lifting your head to meet his gaze.
"Say you'll come back tomorrow," you murmur, hopeful eyes searching his face for an answer.
He brushes your hair back, idly winds a strand around his finger.
"I'll come back," he promises. "Maybe not tomorrow, but..."
His hand rises to cup your cheek, thumb running tenderly along it. "I will. Don't you worry."
You believe him. Not one bit of you doubts it.
He doesn't do things half-way, doesn't say things he doesn't mean. That knowledge alone brings you a comfort second only to being in his arms, just like this.
After all, if there was only ever one man you'd happily spend all of the hot water in Valentine on, you know without a doubt it'd be Arthur Morgan.
Him and his gifts, his sweet words, and the way he holds you like you're worth more than anything in the whole goddamn world.
Seems you've both got a bad habit.
a/n: gentle Arthur strikes again, but with SMUT THIS TIME! i had so much fun writing this, so i hope you love it. and thank you so so so so so much for helping me reach my second follower milestone š¤š¤š¤ i can't believe i get to write like this as a hobby and people actually enjoy it, so thank you for continuing to support me and my little musings. love you!!!!!
Warnings: masturbation (male), nude photos (of reader), mad Arthur for a stranger seeing intimate pictures of you
Words: 2.1k
No use of Y/N
A/N: I was playing rdr and taking some pictures, and got this wonderful idea about what would happen if he got some pics š¤. Also i think blue looks amazing on every skin tone, so imagine whatever shade of blue compliments you š
I have no clue how the camera even works in red dead, so I just assumed that it is the same as the disposable cameras (I know that is totally incorrect). I tired looking it up, but I didn't feel like looking super deep into it.
This is not super proofread, but I did a once over. I will go back through here soon and make sure it is edited better
Divider credits: @cursed-carmine
Arthurās heavy footsteps radiate through the dingy photography studio in Saint Denis. The door creaks closed behind him, and darkness slowly shrouds his tall figure. The studio looks like a ghost town in New Austin instead of the bustling city it sits in.Ā
Camera resting in his hand, Arthur looks around the dusty studio for any sign of life; all he wants is to get his photos developed because he cannot do it himself. He didnāt understand how the film got full so fast. Usually he could go two months or more without having to get it developed. There was an egret atop a gator floating through the swamp, and he wanted a photo of it. He clicked the camera, and nothing happened.Ā
He had a sneaking suspicion you had taken photos on it; not that he cared, but he wished you would tell him when you used the last of the film. The photos you took on his camera were usually of the gang members, him, or random animals.Ā
A clattering comes deep within the studio that pulls him from his thoughts. Fast footsteps approach the front of the building, and a short man appears from the darker part of the building. āMy bad sir!ā He stumbles behind the counter, āWhat can I help you with today?ā
Arthur takes a few steps forward, lifting the small camera up, and places it on the counter. āCan you develop the photos for me?ā Sliding the camera towards the man, Arthur clears his throat.Ā
āSure thing.ā Grabbing the camera, the man looks to Arthur, āThis will take a little while, so make yourself comfortable. Iāll be back out in a bit.āĀ
Arthur quirks an eyebrow at the man as he hurries to the back in the same manner he came up in. Turning, he sees three chairs, all with arms, lined up against the wall. A sigh falls from his mouth, and he makes his way over to them.Ā
Creaking under his weight, the chair accommodates him and the guns hanging low on his hips. Crossing his feet, Arthur relaxes slightly into the cushioned chair as he waits for the man.Ā
Fast footsteps make their way to the front startling Arthur slightly. He may have nodded off for a minute while waiting for the man to come back. Pushing up, Arthur shifts his shoulders to stretch from sitting for some time.
The man places the camera and a stack of photos wrapped in paper on the counter by the register. āFour dollars please,ā the man mumbles. Fishing the money from his pocket, Arthur hands the man the money, who will not look at him now.Ā
Sliding the camera and bundle towards Arthur, the man looks up for a second then back down. āA little heads up would have been nice before I started processing those.ā Arthur notices the manās cheeks are flushed darker than they were when he initially saw him. Ā
Arthurās forehead creases with confusion as he grabs the two items from the counter. āUh, okay?ā He slides the two into his satchel, āThank you.ā
The man nods his head curtly, and rushes back to the darkness of the studio. Shaking his head, Arthur was thoroughly confused what he meant by that. Grasping the door knob, Arthur pulls it open, and the sun blinds him momentarily as he had been in a dark building for an extended period of time.Ā
Mounting his horse, Arthur was still racking his brain as what the man could have possibly meant by giving him āa little heads up;ā this isnāt the first time had gotten photos developed at this studio before.Ā
The ride to Shady Belle was uneventful thankfully. With some quick helloās and good nightās to the ladies, he makes his way inside the house. Trudging up the stairs to his room, he closes the door behind him shutting some of the sounds of members inside the house. He didnāt know where you were, but he figured you were off doing something. You were just like him, you like to go off on your own, and then make your way back to camp.Ā
Shedding his guns, he settles onto the small bed. He fishes the tied bundle of photos from his satchel. The paper crinkles as he discards it next to him on the bed, and he begins looking through them.Ā
The first three were pictures he had taken at a little cabin by the Kamassa River in Bayou NWA of a fox eating a bird, a gator head peering out of the water, and a spider orchid on a tree. The next picture was one you had taken of Abigail and John sitting on a log together having an intimate moment for once. Her head was resting on Johnās shoulder, and his hand rested on her knee as they looked towards Jack playing.Ā
Arthur was still throughly confused what the man had meant because these all seem pretty normal pictures to him. Mindlessly looking through the photos, he sees a couple more landscape photos that he had taken at Bolger Glade.Ā
The next photo caught his attention; it was one you had taken. He shifts against the metal headboard of the bed as he looks down at the tin photograph of you. You were wearing your āspecialā corset top that was hardly ever worn. It was a blue color that complemented your skin beautifully. White lace frills the top boarder barely cresting the corset touching the swell of your breast pushing up from the bodice, and small, intricate flowers embroidered on the boning channels. Both of your arms were holding the camera up, and just the bottom of your chin was in the picture. He didnāt have to see your face to know this was you.Ā
Placing the photo down, he looks at the next picture. You were lying on plush grass, still in the corset, hair sprawled underneath you, but this time your right hand was grazing your breast ever so lightly. The corset was pushing your breasts up to begin with, and as you lie on the ground they press up even more. This time your mouth was in the picture opened just enough that if he were there he would have pressed his thumb into your mouth.Ā
His hips shift on an accord of their own as he looks at the picture. This. This is what the man had meant. You had taken his camera and took these photos without him knowing. Arthurās hand goes down to adjust himself and clears his throat like he is some teenaged boy getting caught doing something he shouldnāt be doing.Ā
Arthurās eyes widen at the next photo. Your corset is off, but your left arm is covering your breasts in a teasing manner.Ā
Sliding to the next, your right breast is entirely exposed as your left hand gropes your left breast. The humidity in the air has your skin glistening slightly under the rays of sun filtering through the canopy of the swamp you were taking pictures in.Ā
Arthur canāt believe his eyes. He gave his camera over to a man, unbeknownst to Arthur and the stranger, that you had taken these pictures. It irritates him because he would have never let some man see these.Ā
The next your right nipple peeks between your pointer and middle finger as your hardened left nipple is exposed completely; your bottom lip is pulled between your teeth.Ā
His hips shift again as he is starting to grow hard under the dark denim.Ā
Just when he didnāt think you could surprise him anymore, the next photo reveals that your bottom half is just as bear as the top half. Dense trees surround you in the background. The photo shows that you were lying on the ground naked with your knees bent, feet flat on the ground, and your legs were spread open. You had taken it as if you were taking any olā picture. The camera was pressed to your face, and your navel was showing. It was essentially a point of view that you have when Arthur is between your legs doing whatever he pleased, using this mouth or cock on you, except it was just you there.Ā
His jaw clenches as he looks at the next photo. Your hand was dipped between your thighs. This photo was taken in the same manner as the last. These were making his mind run wild. He still cannot believe that the photographer did not come in sooner to tell him. Arthur was half tempted to go back to the studio and give that man a piece of his mind, and fist. Whatever came first.Ā
He looks down at himself and finds that he is pressing up more against his jeans. His hands betrays his brain, and he palms himself through the rough denim covering himself. A deep groan catches in his throat as he relieves some of the building pressure. Oh fuck it he thinks. Setting the remaining photos down next to him, he fumbles with this belt and buttons of his pants.Ā
Lifting his hips slightly, Arthur pushes his jeans down to this thighs. His cock bounces as he settles back. The tip is red and leaking precum from the photos you had taken with him unaware of. Spitting in his hand, he grabs ahold of himself, and strokes himself a few times. Thumb swiping over his leaking tip, a moan slips from deep within.Ā
Head falling back, Arthur thinks of those pictures he has seen already: your beautiful body, mouth-watering breasts, and the ghost of what would drive a man crazy between your thighs. Another moan makes its way from his throat as he pumps himself thinking about your wet cunt. He can feel your velvety walls clenching around his cock as he fucks you; the feeling is heavenly that he can imagine stroking himself.Ā
His other hand reaches back down to grab the remaining photos as he continues to fuck himself.Ā
The sound that comes from his mouth cannot be stopped when he sees the next photo; his hand falters from stroking himself as he looks wide-eyed down at it. It was of your glistening cunt. Your legs were spread wide open, and your fingers are spreading yourself open even wider. He could tell you were leaned up against a tree now, supporting the upper half of your body, as you took pictures of what he would consider to be your most intimate part that only he should be able to see.Ā
Arthurās jaw tenses as he continues to work himself as he goes to the next picture. His eyes roll to the back of his head when he sees the next picture. Two of your fingers were buried knuckle deep in your pussy. He could tell you were curling your fingers inside you just the way you have shown him before how you like.Ā
He can feel the pressure building deep in his pelvis, his dripping tip is so sensitive as he stokes himself, brushing his tip occasionally. It was taking quite a bit to bite the moans back.Ā
The next photograph your fingers are pressing your swollen clit. Your fingers are coated in your wetness from just being inside yourself, and he can see just how fucking soaked you were from fingering yourself.Ā
He notices that there are only two picture left. Your face is all that is in this one. Eyes scrunched, mouth open as you are crying out in pleasure. Arthur canāt hold it much longer. Why hadnāt he ever thought of taking pictures of you like this before?Ā
A deep, rough moan spills from his lips as cum spills from his tip. He keeps fucking himself, coating his cum over himself, as he looks at the last picture. You were looking into the camera with innocent eyes as your fingers were inside your mouth. Your tongue was sliding on the side of your finger, licking your wetness, as you took the last picture.Ā
āGoddamn it,ā he mumbles looking down at the mess he made. Pictures are scattered on the bed as he thew them down as he took care of himself. His cum was painted across his thighs, hand, and cock.Ā
Reaching over, he grabbed a handkerchief that he kept nearby in case he needed it, and began to clean himself up. Normally he was wiping his cum off of you, but today it was different.
There were so many thoughts racing through his head right now: he wanted to kill the man in Saint Denis for seeing these picture, he couldnāt believe you took these pictures, he couldnāt get over that he came from looking at pictures of you, and why hadnāt he ever taken pictures of you while he fucked you?
He has some ideas now once you get back from whatever trip you are on.Ā
Hiiii! I have never done this before, but I saw your requests open and I had to shoot my shot becuz š I would like to request rookie Leon if that's possible? š I will give you the freedom to make their relationship whatever you want! But I'd love to read from you an inexperienced, shy, cutie patoot rookie x experienced and confident reader type of smut thing. I can't stop thinking about the blushy adorable guy gaining confidence via becoming a God in the sheets and that confidence rubs off in all other areas of his life and it's all thanks to the reader ooopsie šš¤
You're So Gorgeous
(RE2R Leon Kennedy x Female Reader)
Summary: Leon and you spend Friday night together in your shared apartment. What was planned as a cozy evening, soon turns into something spicier once Leon tries to make it up to you for being late.
A/N: HelloĀ š„°Ā Thank you for the request! I know it took me a while ehh but I enjoyed the writing process! Since I mostly write RE9 Leon, this was actually such a fun change. It really took me a while to switch from older Leon to young, sweet Leon lmao. He is too innocent and cute, I canāt!! Thank you for giving me this opportunity! I hope I portrayed him accurately. I would love to hear your thoughts on it. Please enjoy! So much Love, Shell xoĀ
Warnings: SMUT, MDNI, FLUFF, oral (male and female receiving), cowgirl position, kinda shy, adorably cute, inexperienced and needy Leon, Reader is a few years older than Leon
PS: Fic title once again inspired by Miss Swift, if you know you know hehe xo
Leon was just finishing up his latest report, typing away on his computer at his desk whenĀ Lieutenant Marvin Branagh entered the office.
āRookie?ā
āYes, Sir?ā Leon looked up from the screen, watching his superior walking over to him.
āYou ready with that report?ā Marvin asked, his gaze dropping to the opened file on Leon's desk.
āA few more minutes, then I am all done,ā Leon explained, eager to finish that report as quickly as he could. Not only because he wanted to do a good job, but also because he knew you were waiting for him at home. It was past 10pm already, and he was the last one in his office, yet again.
Luckily, you had been very understanding for him and his job, never once complaining or blaming him for not having enough time for you.
Your relationship was different from the ones he had before. It felt more mature, more like something real. Something thatās gonna last. Or at least thatās what he hoped for.
As if reading his mind, Marvinās gaze wandered over to the photograph of you and Leon that had been sitting on his desk for a while now. One of his friends had taken the photo after a night out together. You two were smiling at the camera like two lovesick idiots, so innocent, adorable, and almost cheesily cute. It wasnāt perfect, and maybe that was why it was one of Leonās favorite pictures of the both of you.
āIs that your girlfriend?ā He asked.
Leon smiled proudly. āYeah. Thatās my girlfriend. Been together for six months now."
Marvin raised an eyebrow. āThe same time you started your job here?ā He asked, a slight grin on his lips.
Leon laughed nervously, scratching the back of his neck. āThatās right. I guess I can call myself lucky,ā he remarked, remembering the first time heād met you.
It was after one very late shift at the RPD. Everything was closed down already, except for a small 24/7 diner in the city. A diner you would later officially refer to asĀ āour dinerā.
He was still wearing his uniform, completely worn out and exhausted from work. He just wanted to grab a quick dinner and then call it a night.
As fate would have it, you happened to be there as well, sipping on a cup of coffee in the middle of the night. You looked just as exhausted as him and still managed to give him a smile. A smile that would completely knock the breath out of his lungs, as well as making him go weak at the knees.
Normally he wasnāt the type to just hit on someone, especially not when still wearing his uniform, but he decided to give it a try.
It turned out you were into him as well, and yes, maybe him wearing the uniform did help a little, as you would later tell him. What started out as a few innocent dates with lots of laughter turned into a real relationship with deep feelings and trust.
Well, the rest was history.
āAlright. Finish the report and then you can go. Itās Friday evening, and I donāt want to keep you away from your girl,ā Marvin chuckled, patting Leon on the shoulder before walking off. āBesides, I want to go home too. My wife and I want to watch the game together,ā he laughed before closing the door behind him.
Leon smiled happily, looking one last time at the photograph before finishing the report.
Meanwhile, you were already at home in your shared apartment. It was small and cozy, perfect for the two of you. You were changing into something comfortable, throwing your work clothes into the laundry basket.
It was Friday evening, which meant it was pizza night. A little tradition you and Leon had established after you both agreed that none of you wanted to cook after the busy week.
"Babe, Iām home!ā You heard Leon call from the hallway.
āComing!ā You called back, slipping into your shirt before running off to your boyfriend.
When he spotted you, his face instantly lit up, an adorable flush of redness covering his cheeks and neck. His soft hair was a little disheveled but in the cutest way, and you had to contain yourself from immediately running your hands through it. As much as you loved seeing him in his uniform, you almost preferred him like that. With just a simple shirt and jeans but still so breathtakingly good-looking.
āHey, baby," he said softly, pulling you into his arms.
āHeyā You smiled as you cuddled up to him, inhaling his comforting scent. āYou smell so so good,ā you mumbled into his shirt.
You could feel the low rumble of his laugh vibrating through you, your head still on his chest. āFreshly showered just for you. Didnāt want to scare you off with the police station smell,ā he teased.
You raised your head slightly to get a better look at him. āWouldāve cuddled you anyway,ā you grinned.
āThatās what I hoped for." He leaned in for a gentle kiss, cupping your face in his hands. You returned his soft kisses, melting into his touch and holding onto his shirt. Making out with him always felt like something between sweet and spicy. You never knew in which direction it would lead.
After a few more moments of your lips dancing against each other, he pulled back slightly, looking down at you.
āI have a small surprise for you,ā he noted.
āOh?ā You looked up at him, curiosity sparking in your eyes.
Surprises had become another tradition in your relationship. The two of you loved surprising the other with little gifts or acts of service in general, no matter how big or small. It had taken on a life of its own, you could say.
You followed his gaze and spotted a box of brownies sitting on the console table.
āAre those-ā You approached the small box, eyeing the delicious and moist-looking chocolate brownies waiting on the inside. āThe chocolate brownies fromĀ ourdiner?ā You asked excitedly.
He chuckled. āYup. I preordered them during lunch break and picked them up after my shift. I thought that might be a good dessert for later." He smiled.
You gasped, a little choked up from this thoughtful and utterly sweet gesture. "Leonā¦thank you! That is so sweet of you!ā You said, wrapping your arms around him again.
āNo need to thank me,ā he said with a soft expression on his face.
You gazed at him for a few seconds, grateful for this wonderful human being who had slipped into your life.
āYouāre so gorgeous,ā you whispered.
āGorgeous?ā He asked, the redness on his flushed skin deepening. A sheepish smile crossed his features as he scratched the back of his neck. A gesture he often did when he was getting a little flustered.
āYes, you are,ā you giggled, peppering his face with kisses, before taking his hand and guiding him to the kitchen, along with the brownies. You started rummaging through the kitchen drawers, looking for the delivery menu from your favorite pizza place.
āI am sorry for being so late again,ā Leon mumbled, eyeing your movements.
āI told you, you really donāt need to be sorry. "I understand, Leon,ā you smiled softly, looking back at him. He was always so worried about not being there enough for you, when in reality he had been nothing but a picture-perfect boyfriend to you.
Leon was four years your junior, which made him the youngest boyfriend youād ever had. Initially, youād believed that you needed someone older, someone with more experience, but over the years youād come to the conclusion that this wasnāt the case. Men will be men, no matter the age. In the end, it always came down to what mattered the most: personality.
āI would still like to make it up to you,ā he said, appearing behind you and putting his arms around your waist, his face nuzzling into your neck.
āWell, maybe I have an idea on how you could make it up to me,ā you teased him, biting your lip slightly, which immediately got him flustered. You could hear it in the way he was taking in a deep breath, as if he were trying to build up the courage to act on it.
It was adorable to you how easy it was to get him worked up, even though he tried to hide it, of course. But there was one factor he couldnāt hide.
His hardening member pressed against your backside, fueling the excitement in your body that had started to build. He started kissing you along your neck, his hands wandering higher up to the curve of your breast. āOh yeah?ā He asked in a hushed voice.
He was needy. Very needy, but that didnāt bother you in the slightest. Having someone by your side who worshipped the ground you walked on, as well as your body, sure felt flattering and exciting.
Sex with Leon always felt new and refreshing, and what he lacked in experience, he made up for with attentiveness and care.
Your pleasure was always his top priority, so it wasnāt uncommon for you to talk a lot during sex. He always wanted to ask what you liked, what you needed, and what brought you the most pleasure, and you kind of enjoyed exploring new things together.
āI thought you wanted to order pizza," you whispered, eyes closed as his hands continued their exploration of your body. One hand was fondling your breast; the other was now on your ass, while his mouth was still busy caressing the warm skin on your neck.
āRight now, I want my beautiful girlfriend,ā he mumbled, his voice muffled from kissing you. āBesides, you were the one who started it,ā he continued.
You held back a chuckle. āIt was just one sentence."
āEnough for me,ā he said, groaning when you started pressing your ass onto his crotch. You slowly started grinding against his erection and let your head fall back against his chest. His fingers went under your shirt to get better access to your soft skin, toying with the lace fabric of your bra.
With one finger he slipped underneath, brushing over your nipples, which hardened under his touch.
āLeon,ā you breathed, tilting your head slightly so you could kiss him.
āIāve been thinking about you the whole day. Couldnāt get you out of my head,ā he muttered between kisses, his touches slowly becoming more desperate as he groped your breasts.
āOh yeah?ā You asked with a hint of teasing in your voice. You wanted to hear more, so much more.
āYeah. Had to even excuse myself to the bathroom,ā he admitted, rubbing himself against your ass to get a little more friction. He could already feel a small, wet patch forming inside his boxers, clear evidence of how pent up he was.
You looked up at him. āDid you-ā
āNo,ā he said quickly, shaking his head as if youād asked the most disturbing question in existence. āNo, I just needed a few minutes to cool down. Also, I didnāt really want the others to see my boner,ā he chuckled.
Your innocent boyfriend, getting a hard-on just from thinking of you? You were sure this man was an angel sent from heaven.
āWell, I am sure I could help you out with that,ā you hinted, slowly turning around so you were facing him.
His usually bright eyes turned a little darker at your words, his dick already throbbing for you.
āAnd how would you do that?ā He asked. If you concentrated, you could hear the slight shiver in his voice.
Slowly, you let your hand drift along his upper body, feeling the muscles tense under his shirt. You stopped at the growing bulge and started palming him through his jeans.
"Mhm." He hummed, holding himself back from turning into a moaning mess from just one simple touch. He couldnāt deny, though, how much he loved it when you played with his cock.
āI could suck you off, do it with my hands, ride you, let you fuck me into the mattress,ā you listed in a low, seductive voice, your hands still palming him.
He blinked a few times, gathering his breath. He clearly couldnāt concentrate anymore.
āFuck, yes pleaseā¦I-I mean sounds good to me,ā he stammered, looking down. He was practically hypnotized by the way your hands worked their magic on him.
āTake me to the bedroom then,ā you giggled.
He didnāt need to be told twice. While still making out, you made your way to the bedroom. The first few pieces of clothes were hastily taken off and scattered through your apartment while still kissing each other every chance you got.
Once you reached the small and dimly lit room, you gently pushed Leon towards the bed, making him sit down on the edge.
With your eyes still fixated on him, you slowly knelt down between his legs, now only dressed in your bra and panties. He looked at you like he couldnāt believe his eyes, his mouth slightly agape. Youād done that so many times before, but he would never get tired of this sight.
āYou are amazing,ā he murmured, letting his gaze wander over your breasts that were hugged perfectly by the sheer lace.
You remembered him getting it for you after a shopping trip together. Youād joked about trying on lingerie, and to your surprise, he was instantly hooked and practically dragged you to the next store. Initially, youād thought he would be shy about it but it turned out he wasnāt anymore. With every new set youād tried on, he looked more and more like a kid waiting to open their birthday presents.
You smiled at the memory, starting to trace your fingertips along his abs, seeing them tense the lower your fingers wandered.
Maybe it was just you being utterly and completely in love with him, but you were convinced this was the most handsome man youād seen in your life.
Teasingly slow, you helped him out of his boxers, letting his rock-hard member spring free, right against his stomach.
You placed a kiss on the tip, smiling when you felt him twitch under your lips.
āBabeā¦ā
āHm?ā You looked up with innocent eyes, watching his strained expression.
āDonāt tease me too much,ā he muttered pleadingly.
āMhmā You slowly leaned a little forward, licking a long stripe along his shaft, from bottom to the top. āBetter?ā You asked.
He groaned in frustration, and before he could state another complaint, you finally wrapped your lips around him and started bobbing your head up and down in a slow manner. You didnāt apply too much pressure just yet, letting him adjust to the feeling. One hand was placed on his thigh, while the other stroked the rest of his length that you didnāt fit in your mouth. Not yet.
āFuckā¦.babeā¦t-thatā¦ that feels so good,ā he moaned, letting his head fall back. He was so worked up already from the beginning that it was getting increasingly difficult to keep himself from cumming in your mouth right then and there.
He placed one of his hands behind him on the bed for support, while the other tangled in your hair lovingly, guiding your movements just gently.
You swirled your tongue around his tip, continuing with your movements. Drool was already spilling from your mouth, making a mess on both you and him, but you knew how much he enjoyed it. The messier the better. His words. Not yours.
āYou look so so good like that,ā he praised as you looked up at him, mouth still full with his throbbing cock.
āAhhā¦fuckā He whined whenever you were taking him extra deep, a skill he'd appreciated every time. He remembered the first time you'd done it, it had felt like his head was about to explode. And he'd gladly accepted his fate if that meant enjoying this feeling one last time.
āHoly shitā¦yesā He watched you through lidded eyes as you kept sucking him off, your cheeks hollowing out for a more intense feeling.
His thighs tensed, toes curling, as he felt the familiar tension returning to his abdomen.
You'd gotten to know the signs when he was close, so before you went any further, you decided to slow down a little to let him breathe.
āThat isā¦godā¦amazing,ā he stuttered, stroking through your hair while looking down at you lovingly.
You smiled at the compliment and licked your lips, tasting the lingering flavor of him.
āAnything for you,ā you hushed, stroking over his thighs. āHow aboutā¦I go on top tonight?ā you asked after a few more moments.
You had tried out various positions before, but something about riding him while seeing his overwhelmed and blissed-out expression drove you completely wild.
He looked pleasently surprised at your bluntness, blinking a few times.
āYeah, please! I'd love that,ā he nodded eagerly. āButā¦I want to take care of you first, please,ā he added in a quieter voice.
He loved going down on you, not only for your pleasure but for his own as well. He had to admit, hearing you screaming out his name, writhing in pleasure from his tongue, gave him an extra boost of confidence.
Also, if you'd started riding him now, he would have finished within 10 seconds, and he didn't want to risk that. Not tonight.
āOnly if you want to,ā you said, but you knew his answer already.
āI always want to taste you,ā he said, gently helping you up and onto the bed. You felt yourself getting aroused at his words, growing undeniably wet by the minute.Ā
He helped you out of the rest of your clothes, admiring your bare body.
āYou look so beautifulā¦.wow.ā The last words were coming out merely as a whisper. He had seen you naked many times before, but he'd never get bored of that view in front of him.
His hands started playing eagerly with your tits, massaging the soft flesh until he replaced one hand with his mouth.
He eagerly sucked on your already hardened nipples, groaning while doing so, while his other hand kept fondling your breast.
āLeonā¦.yes,ā you sighed, arching your back to give him better access.
His cock immediately twitched upon hearing his name falling from your lips. He mumbled something in between, which you couldnāt really tell with his mouth being stuffed full. By the way his erection was pressing against your thigh, you were sure it must have been something positive.
Once you lay down, he reached for your legs, opening them carefully to expose your glistening folds to him. He took a few seconds, looking in awe at your wet pussy, before burying his face between your thighs.
The first few times he'd gone down on you, he'd tried to do everything. His movements were everywhere, trying to lick, kiss, and finger all at once, at the same time.
It wasnāt bad per se, not at all, but it was a little eager. Maybe a little bit too eager even. He just didnāt know how to use his skilled tongue just yet. After directing him a little and explaining how you liked it better, he became a total pro, though, leaving you breathless every time. Just like now.
āYou taste so so good,ā he mumbled between licks, gripping onto your thighs to keep them open.
His flattened out tongue licked long stripes over your cunt, giving you the maximum amount of pleasure.
He occasionally looked up to your face, still licking over your wetness, trying to gauge your reactions. He wanted to study you, see what brought you the biggest pleasure.
Your clit pulsated with every lick, and the more pressure he applied, the wetter you became.
āIs that okay?ā He asked, looking up from between your thighs with glistening lips.
āYes, Leon. Itās perfectā¦please keep going,ā you whispered, holding onto his soft hair, tangling your hands in it.
He smiled as you gently pressed him down again to where you needed him most, and he happily complied.
After a while he suddenly started sucking on your clit, causing a sudden and intense amount of pleasure spreading throughout your whole body.
You moaned, gripping his hair tighter, hips bucking against his mouth as he simultaneously started licking your clit.
āLeon oh god-ā Your climax was quickly approaching, making you feel like you were about to enter another dimension.
He alternated with the pressure of his hot tongue against you, all the while keeping a constant level of suction on your clit until your walls started to clench around nothing. You cried out in pleasure, feeling your orgasm washing over you.
Leon groaned against you, his cock throbbing in need as he heard your moans and whimpers. He licked you through your high, keeping a firm grip on your thighs as you rode against his face. The taste of your arousal sent another jolt of pleasure right to his cock, which was begging for more attention.
He watched as you came down from your orgasm, placing a few kisses along your inner thighs.
āWhere did that come from?ā You asked, breathing heavily, as you looked down at him still lying between your thighs. He was smiling proudly, like he just won the award for best oral-performing boyfriend. You were sure heād never done it like that before, and youād never mentioned the sucking part either.
āWellā¦ā He grinned. āMaybe I read a thing or two,ā he admitted sheepishly, looking at you.
āRead something?ā You asked.
āAfter our conversationsā¦I wanted to improve and try something out,ā he explained.
You imagined your adorable, innocent-looking boyfriend reading through steamy articles about how to please a woman right, maybe with flushed cheeks even. He was just the best and most thoughtful boyfriend you'd ever had; you were sure of it.
āThat was perfect, Leon. Whatever you read, it was great,ā you chuckled, taking a few more moments before you got up again and kissed him on the lips. āYouāre the best,ā you whispered, causing him to smile.
āNow how about my ideaā¦.the riding,ā you teased with a grin, pushing him down gently.
āFuck yesā¦please ride my cock,ā he sighed, taking your hands in his to help you straddle him.
You slowly let yourself sink down onto his length, taking your time so you could both adjust.
You sighed, closing your eyes at the pleasant sensation of him stretching you out and filling you completely. Every now and then you were sure you could feel him twitch inside you.
His hands drifted to your hips, gripping them tightly with his eyes closed and brows furrowed.
āYou are so tight around meā¦.f-fuck,ā he said shakingly, trying to catch a breath in between.
āMhm. And youāre so big,ā you whispered. Just as you were about to start moving, he stopped you with his hands still on your hips, fingers digging in your skin.
āCan you wait for a minute?" he breathed. āP-please. I don't wanna cum too soon,ā he stammered, looking up at you with pleading eyes.
āIt's okay,ā you said, smiling softly, placing your hands on his warm chest and feeling the rapid heartbeat under your fingers and palms.
His gaze drifted down your bodyāyour neck, breasts, and stomachāand ended right at the point where you two were connected.
āIt's just thatā¦you're so beautiful and hot and you do all the right things and you feel so goddamn tight around my cock. So w-warm,ā he rambled without taking a breath.
You blushed at his loving words and leaned down to kiss him again.
āI love you, Leon,ā you mumbled against his lips, hands still braced on his chest.
āI love you too. So muchā He groaned when he felt you starting to roll your hips against him. You continued with slow, teasing movements until you switched to actually bouncing on his shaft up and down.
Mesmerized, he looked at you and the way your tits were bouncing with every movement you made. Once you saw his fixated gaze, you took his hands and placed them on your breasts.
āTouch me, Leon,ā you urged him gently, to which he instantly complied. He toyed with your soft breasts, brushing over your nipples as you continued riding him.
āYes, please keep going fuck-ā He felt his cock becoming harder, if that was even possible at that point. At least to him, it felt like it.
You started to increase your pace, hands still on his chest and eyes locked on his face. His cock glided deliciously against your walls, massaging you and hitting just the right spot. Your clit was still so sensitive from your prior orgasm that it felt heavenly whenever it brushed against his pelvis.
The room was filled with the sounds of grunting and moaning and the wet sounds of your wet cunt riding his cock.
āLeon, you feel so good. Godā¦yes,ā you moaned, closing your eyes shut as you fucked him faster.
You decided that if he got to try something new, you would too. With every time you bounced on him, you started tensing your pelvic muscles at the same time, causing you to become even tighter around him.
He opened his eyes. āHow did you do that?ā He asked, completely flabbergasted.
āWaitā¦that?ā you teased, tensing your inner muscles again. His cock twitched, feeling like you were milking him.
He took in a sharp breath, looking at you with glossy eyes.
āThat stays my secret,ā you winked, doing it again while continuing to ride him. You silently thanked yourself for keeping up with your pelvic floor exercises.
āFuck fuck fuckā¦..oh godā¦.ā he cursed under his breath as his fingers pressed into your skin while you rode him faster. His hips bucked up to meet your thrusts until you found a perfect rhythm together.
You cried out as he hit your sweet spot again, making it impossible for you to focus on anything else.
āI think Iām gonna cumā¦I canāt last much longer,ā he said through gritted teeth, breathing heavily.
You nodded quickly. āItās okay, donāt hold backā
āNo, I want you to cum again first,ā he muttered. If you were in a different situation, youād surely went for an āawwā but that seemed inappropriate, so you just kept on riding him, moaning his name over and over again.
You watched as he put his fingers on your clit again, rubbing tight circles on you, and within a few more moments, you felt your second orgasm wash over you. Your walls fluttered around his member uncontrollably, and with that you took him over the edge with you.
āFuck fuck fuck-ā Was all he managed to say as he came, spilling everything he had to offer inside you. You kept moving in sync, helping the other to ride out your highs.
āMhm, Leon, please, yes,ā you moaned, still moving up and down to prolong your orgasm.
After a few more moments, your movements became slower and slower until you stilled, his cock still inside you.
The both of you stayed like that for a while, catching your breath and just staring into each otherās eyes.
āThat was amazing. As always,ā he mumbled with a satisfied and pleasant expression on his face.
āIt really was,ā you nodded with a smile, gently stroking over his hot and damp skin on his chest.
āI feel likeā¦youāll be the death of me someday,ā he grinned. āBut in a good way!ā
You laughed. āOh yeah? Well, I am working on it." You winked as you got off him. He whimpered when you did so, already missing your tightness and warmth around him.
He extended one arm out, inviting you to snuggle up to him. The aftercare and the cuddling with him were just as good as the sex was. You already knew how caring and protective he was, but he made sure to prove it to you every single time.
Gently, he kissed your cheek and searched for your eyes.
āDid you enjoy it?ā He asked hopefully. āBecause I really did,ā he added in a quieter voice, as if he weren't sure if he should really ask it.
You giggled and turned yourself to the side so you could really see his face. āIt was wonderful, Leon. I loved everything about it,ā you said encouragingly, laying your head on his chest. āYouāre really good in bed,ā you added with a smile.
āAh, not as good as you are,ā he said with flushed cheeks.
āThatās not a competition. Itās about how well we match and communicate, not about who has more experience,ā you said softly, brushing a few hair strands out of his face.
āThatās true, I suppose." He smiled, brushing his hands gently along your back.
You stayed like that for a while, cuddling and enjoying the quiet, until you heard Leon's stomach grumbling.
You chuckled. āI guess we should order the pizza now, hm?ā
āYes, now I amĀ really hungry,ā he laughed quietly. āI will order for us, and you can already hop in the shower. I will join you then."Ā
āMhm, sounds perfect." You nodded, slowly getting up from the bed.
āYou want the usual?ā He asked as he made his way to the bedroom door.
āYes!ā You said, slipping into the bathroom that was attached to your bedroom.
āAnything else?ā He called after you.
āOnly you!ā
He chuckled as he heard your joyous response, staying like that for a few seconds and reminiscing on your shared intimacy. You were his world, and he would do anything to keep you happy and safe; he was sure of that.
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SUMMARY: Agent Kennedy is a smartass, so he reopens his stitches.
PAIRING: Leon S. Kennedy/ fem!Reader
TAGS: Reader is the doctor, Any era leon works, Fluff and a little crack if you squint, Hunnigan gave him the balls, we love lonely men, a little beta read.
š¦¹ Word Count: 2,009 š¦¹ Ao3
"Agent Kennedy, you need to stop moving." Your voice cut through, quite displeased by his constant fidgeting. You had patched him up merely two days ago; he had seventeen stitches across his abdomen, fresh bandaging and a lecture he could probably recite word for word by now.
Avoid strain. No sudden movement. Rest for at least forty-eight hours.
Simple instructions.
Instructions Leon Kennedy had apparently treated as optional.
Leon was not foreign to the concept of stitches and so you were sure there would be no complications this time as well. Lo and behold, 'I was bored so I went to the camp' which led to your current predicament.Ā
āSays the lady currently driving a needle through my skin,ā he muttered with a strained groan, finally leaning back against the operating chair.Ā
"You were the one who denied local anaesthesia. If you want I could still-" You were cut off by him almost immediately. "I don't need local ana-thing for 5 stitches" He said as if you had offended him by even suggesting it.
Men.
"Then don't move again. I mean it." Sternly, this time.Ā
"You got it doc."
Keeping his word, he stopped moving, the only sign that he was not under an anaesthetic being the faces he was making every time the needle went through. The stitching, being superficial, was done relatively fast. You moved away and discarded your gloves.Ā
"I'm writing you up on a strict recovery leave for the next two weeks" , you said flatly as you reached for the clipboard resting on the counter nearby.
Leonās head snapped up so fast you almost feared he had torn another stitch. "Oh, come on, doc, don't do this to me. Hell, I'm pretty sure you're not even allowed to do that."
āDoctorās authority overrides field assignment if an operative is deemed medically unfit for active duty,ā you recited. āWould you like me to continue, or have you memorised this lecture too?ā
Leon stared at you for a long second before letting out a quiet sigh through his nose.
āThatās low.ā
āWhatās low is reopening your stitches because you got bored.ā Moving to your desk and sitting down, you picked up his file.
āIn my defence, it wasnāt entirely my fault.ā
You finally glanced at him, unimpressed. āYou voluntarily went to a training camp two days after abdominal sutures.ā
āThey needed me there!ā He replied quick on his feet.Ā
"You told me you went because you were bored." Another flat look.
A beat of silence "Well, I was boredĀ andĀ they needed help with the rookies."
"Leon, we are not arguing about this. You need rest. As your doctor its my responsibility to make sure you stay in good healthĀ andĀ shape" You set the clipboard down on the desk with a sharp tap, turning back to face him.
He slumped back onto the operating chair with a groan. "Fine. You're the boss. I'll sit at home and do nothing. Rot basically. Cause that's what u want me to do. Rot."
"Leon."
"No no. Do as you please. Don't let my misery bother you."
"Agent Kennedy."
That finally got his attention.
Barely.
He dragged a hand down his face before peering at you through brown-blond strands falling over tired blue eyes. āYou know, people usually buy me dinner before threatening my entire lifestyle.ā
You crossed your arms. āPeople usually don't reopen stitches out of boredom.āĀ
A soft smile took home on his face all the while looking like he was seconds away from falling asleep. Cute.Ā Adorable even. The small voice in your head even urged you to run ur fingers through his hair.Ā How unprofessional, you scolded yourself mentally.Ā Ā
āYouāre exhausted,ā you said, gentler this time.
āIām functioning.ā
āYou were limping when you came in.ā
āHey now you're just being dramatic.āĀ
How stubborn can someone possibly be, level Leon Scott Kennedy.Ā You exhaled slowly through your nose, fighting the urge to smile. Fighting and losing, apparently, because his eyes narrowed the second he caught it.
āThere it is,ā he said quietly.
āWhat?ā
āThat thing.ā
You frowned. āVery descriptive.ā
āThe smile.ā He gestured vaguely toward your face. āYou try not to do it around me.ā
Your heartbeat performed an unhelpful little backflip.
āThat is objectively untrue.ā Quick to defend yourself and only receiving a "mmhmm" from his end.
"FYI, I'm very professional, I do not laugh and giggle with any of the government agents I'm assigned to. Ever." You said trying to gain some of the ground back for it to all be yeeted out the window when leon dramatically clutches his chest.
"Agents. There are multiple? You're telling me I'm not the only one?"Ā
You roll your eyes and get up to wash the tools you used. Distracting. Or at least trying your best to distract yourself. That was until Leon spoke up again.
"I think you tolerate me quite professionally.ā His voice dipped lower, softer around the edges. āI think the smiling partās separate.ā And thank god you were'nt facing him cause he would have totally caught onto how warm that sentence just made you.
"You're avoiding the real topic." You said trying to go back to medical leaves.
"You're deflecting." God did he ever stop, or was he on a mission to break his poor doctor's composure today?
Nope. Not today.
"You need sleep." You said placing the washed stuff back where it belongs
"Cruel" Came a quick reply
"And atĀ leastĀ two weeks off duty."
"Crueler."
With that, you turned back only to see him staring at the ceiling as if he had been sentenced to death. You cleared your throat and sat back down at your desk, flipping through his file in an attempt to regain some level of professionalism. āYour vitals are stable for now. But if those stitches reopen again, youāll need another full closure.ā
āSounds romantic.ā You chose to ignore that one.
āYouāll need to come back in a week so I can remove the stitches.ā
āA whole week without seeing me?ā he mused. āHow tragic.ā
āYou say that like you donāt appear here every three business days.ā
āThatās unfair.ā To which I replied, "hardly," before standing up and making my way to his other reports to add them into the file as well.
Another silence settled between you.Ā
Too quiet.
The kind of quiet that made you aware of stupid things.
Like the fact Leonās voice always sounded rougher when he was tired.
Or how he watched you when he thought you werenāt looking.
Or how unfairly good-looking someone had no business being while half-drugged on painkillers. You could feel his gaze lingering again. It made concentrating nearly impossible.
āWhy do you do that?ā he asked suddenly.
You looked up. āDo what?ā
āAct like you donāt like me.ā
You nearly dropped the clipboard.
āI never said I didnāt like you.ā
āYou donāt have to.ā His smile turned faintly crooked. āYou get all professional whenever things stop being about medical stuff.ā
āThat is generally how being a doctor works.ā
āMm. See? There it is again.ā
You set the clipboard down with perhaps slightly more force than necessary. āYou are reading too much into things.ā
āOccupational hazard.ā
Before you could respond, Leon shifted forward in the chair with a quiet grunt. Immediately, your expression sharpened. āWhat did I just say about moving?ā
āI dropped my phone!ā
You are quick to pick it up and hand it to him. And as if on cue, it rang loudly in his hand.
Leon glanced at the screen and groaned dramatically. āGreat. Hunnigan.ā
āAnswer it.ā
āSheās gonna yell at me.ā
āYou deserve it.ā
He narrowed his eyes at you before answering anyway. āHey.ā
You busied yourself backl with his file while he spoke.
Or rather, while he got scolded.
āYes, Iām at medical.ā
Pause.
āNo, Iām fine.ā
Longer pause.
āI said Iām fine.ā
You heard a faint muffled voice and had to fight down a smile.
Leon pointed accusingly toward you while talking into the phone. āSee? This is workplace bullying. You and her. You both are teaming up against me.ā
You snorted quietly.
Apparently, that was audible enough because Hunniganās voice sharpened through the receiver.
Leon sighed heavily. āOkay, okay. Yes maāam.ā
Another pause.
Then his expression shifted slightly.
Subtler.
Softer.
His eyes flicked toward you briefly before he looked away again.
ā...No,ā he said after a moment. āNot yet.ā
Your brows furrowed slightly.
Not yet?
Hunnigan must have said something else because Leon suddenly rubbed his face with his free hand.
āYou are literally making this worse.ā
Now you were curious.
Very curious.
A beat later, he hung up and tossed the phone onto his lap.
You crossed your arms. āProblems?ā
"Aren't there always?...You know what I've realised, doc?" I looked at him, confused, "What have you realised?"
āI like being here.ā
You blinked. āIn medical?ā
āIn your office.ā
Your heart stumbled traitorously. Was he smooth-talking right now?
āThat might genuinely be the saddest thing youāve ever said.ā
āIām serious.ā
You looked at him carefully.
He looked exhausted still. Pale under the fluorescent lights. Hair falling into tired eyes. Stubbornness practically radiated off him in waves.
But underneath all of that was something else.
Ease. Like this was one of the few places where he could unclench for a minute.
For a second, neither of you spoke.
The rain outside had softened into a steady rhythm against the windows. Somewhere farther down the hall, footsteps passed and faded again.Ā
Leon Kennedy looked unfairly pretty while exhausted.
"So...I've got a question for you", Leon spoke up, breaking the quiet. "Sure. What is it?" You noticed the slight shift in posture. The hesitation. The way his gaze flicked away for half a second before returning to yours.
āI was wondering...ā He cleared his throat lightly. āIf maybe youād want to get dinner sometime.ā
Your brain stopped functioning.
Completely.
You stared at him.
Leon immediately grimaced. āWow. That bad, huh?ā
āWhat?ā
āThe silence. Usually not a great sign.ā
āNo, I justā¦ā You blinked rapidly. āYouāre asking me out?ā
"Well, I was trying to.ā A faint flush touched the tips of his ears. āKinda crashing and burning now.ā
āYouāre serious?ā you said.
You folded your arms again mostly to hide the fact your hands suddenly had nowhere sensible to go. āAgent Kennedy, are you aware that there are probably regulations about this?ā
āProbably.ā
āAnd you didnāt even hesitate?ā
āI hesitated for like six months.ā
Your eyes widened slightly. āSix months!?ā
āListen,ā he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck, āIām not exactly great at this anymore.ā
The honesty in that statement hit unexpectedly hard.
Not self-pitying.
Just truthful.
Careful.
Like someone testing whether the ground beneath them would hold.
āYou couldāve asked someone else,ā you pointed out softly.
He looked at you for a long moment.
Then, quieter than before, āDidnāt want someone else.ā
The room went still. Outside, thunder rolled somewhere far in the distance.
Leon leaned back again, clearly deciding heād already embarrassed himself enough for one evening. āAnyway. You can say no. I figured Iād ask before you banished me to house arrest.ā
"Wh-I...well..uhh." Words and thoughts had completely escaped you because this was genuinely the last thing you thought would happen.
"Hey its ok, you know? It's fine. I'm a big boy, I can take rejections."
You shook your head, trying desperately to ignore the stupid fluttering in your chest. āLeon.ā
His expression softened slightly at the sound of his name.
āIām seriousā he said quietly.
"Well...You are going to recover first." And upon hearing that, he visibly perked up. As if you had just given a golden retriever its favourite treat. And god did the sudden, wide-eyed hopefulness look adorable on him.
"...and after?" He asked carefully
You tried to maintain professionalism.
You truly did. But the small smile found your face anyways. "After...maybe dinner."
Leon stared for exactly one second before visibly relaxing with a smile as he looked at you.
āThere it is again,ā he said softly.
You frowned slightly. āWhat?ā
āThat smile.ā
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A/n: First leon fic!! Not sure how I feel about it tho. Did you guys like it?
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Leon S. Kennedy is the type of man to kiss you after going down on you.
He doesnāt bother to clean your juices from his stubble beard that is shining from the mess you made of him, thereās no point. You were going to make a mess of him again, anyways.
He canāt complain, thought. Leon likes it when you go a little crazy when you taste the tangy, salty flavor of yourself when he kisses you.
He loves it when you moan in approval and push his head closer to your mouth, desperate to taste more, to be closer to him.
using you to get close to his target seemed like a good idea - until toji ended up the one with a bullseye on his heart instead
synopsis: you were paid to pick up after Satoru's messes. toji was paid to put a bullet in him. but doing his job is a lot more difficult when the lines between personal and professional get blurred. just how far will he go to get the job done without losing you too?
pairing: hitman!toji x f!reader
wc: 10.6k
content: smut, light angst, YANDERE TOJI, he's a hitman so murder lol, stalking, obsession, jealousy, oblivious reader, falling for each other, he's lowk crazy lol but he is hot!!, mentions of drinking, flirting, he wants us bad, semi-public sex, fingering in a bar bathroom, making out, shower sex, light spanking, pulling out, toji is a problem solver lmfao, comfort
a/n: toji art is by @ackshuallyvalerie !! this was a commission for the lovely @chewiebee
For a pretty penny, he could put a bullet in anyone.
Toji had been doing it long enough now that pulling the trigger didnāt bother him. The things that did were dulled with booze, gambling whatever he was given and riding on the high until he crashed and couldnāt afford shit anymore.Ā
Then he did it all again. And again. And again.
āThis one is-ā Shiu started, and the hesitation in his voice irritated the shit out of him. Like he couldnāt fucking handle the same job heād been doing for years.Ā
āHow much?ā Toji interrupted, bringing a lukewarm beer to his lips, watching some boxing game on the barās tv. The sound was muted, but it wasnāt like anyone would be able to hear it over the rumble of drunken girls giggling and grown men arguing over which athlete was better.Ā
Shiu slid over the contract, tapping over the amount being offered.Ā
It was more than his past six jobs combined.Ā
āIām in.āĀ Ā
Shiu made a weak attempt to try and talk him out of it. Tell him heād end up in jail at best, or buried six feet under at worst. That the target was high profile.Ā
Toji didnāt care who it was a death sentence for. It wasnāt like there was much worth left in living anyway.Ā
Flipping through the file, headshots of some smarmy-looking CEO, the kind of guy who made millions in a day just by existing, probably spending more time spinning around in his office chair than actually doing a shred of the work he was paid for. Blessed from the time he was born to be rich and beautiful, rolling around in dollar bills and women with big tits.Ā
Satoru Gojo had never known a single day of struggle. Of suffering.Ā
Honestly, heād probably do the job even if he wasnāt being paid for it just to see the look on his face when the gun went off. Watch the life drain from him out and stain his custom-made suit.Ā
He spent a few days doing research he hated. Copying down schedules and figuring out the holes in his security system. When he worked, who he spent time with, where he liked to frequent.Ā
To find the answer to the question: how did a man who thought he was untouchable like to live?Ā
Lavishly.Ā
He went to the nicest gym in the city, the kind that probably cost more than Toji's rent did every month. Followed it up with treat shops, always leaving with a bag of desserts with enough sugar to give him cavities. No trips to the dentist though.Ā
But the most interesting part of his routine was one that hadnāt been in any of the notes he was given. Not a blip on anyoneās radar, apparently.Ā
You.Ā
āI got you a coffee,ā you offered, your short little pencil skirt riding up your thighs as you chased after your boss through the lobby of his fancy office building in the center of the city.Ā
āThanks,ā he grinned at you, grabbing it just to place all the papers heād been holding in your hands instead, pushing even more on top while you awkwardly opened and shut your mouth to stop yourself from saying anything.Ā
He took a small sip, scrunched his nose up while Toji struggled not to scoff out loud from where he was pretending to read a magazine in the corner next to the other waiting clients, all of them eagerly hoping to meet with the not-so-great Satoru Gojo.
āItās not sweet enough,ā Gojo criticized, masking his attitude with playfulness, acting like a child while you apologized to him as if youād done something wrong by thinking of him.Ā
He wasnāt listening. Just kept moving towards the elevators, pulling his phone from his pockets to make a phone call to some other prick, probably.Ā
You scrambled behind him, folders stacked up in your arms, the coffee cup precariously balanced on top of the pile.Ā
God, what kind of fucking loser didn't carry his own stuff?Ā
His pretty little assistant he used more like a pack mule.Ā
It didnāt take long to find out your name.Ā
From there, everything else was easy.Ā
Finding out where you lived was as simple as following you from your car to your shitty little apartment, poorly paid and scraping by while your boss lived in his luxury penthouse on the opposite side of the city. Figuring out what foods you liked from what you spent too long looking at in the grocery store before you sighed and tossed a bag of rice in your cart instead. Snapping photos of you from afar like a fucking secret admirer through your window once you got back home, time stamped and saved to a special folder on his laptop, watching you shed your coat and clothes, trading them in for t-shirts and pajama pants.Ā
Toji wasnāt a stalker though.
Of course not.Ā
He was just doing what he was paid for.Ā
And what easier way was there to get to Gojo than through his cute, clueless assistant?Ā
You werenāt even aware when he trailed behind you on the street, head trained forward, always in a rush, scampering from place to place without stopping. Running errands for a man who couldnāt care less about you.
And in this city, you might be the only person as alone as him.Ā
Toji couldnāt put his finger on when studying you had become less of a chore and more of a habit. Day four? Week two?
Watching and waiting for the right time to approach?Ā
For all his expertise, his ability to move through the world unseen, unnoticed, it worked against him for once when you ran straight into him trying to leave your usual coffee shop, turning when he hadnāt expected it and smacking into his chest at full speed.
The coffee ā something cold and sugary and sweet ā splashed over both of you, your white shirt soaked through to see a pale pink bra underneath, your face flushing for the wrong reasons as you immediately started rattling off apologies.
āOh god, Iām so sorry,ā you muttered, trying to use the few napkins you grabbed to dab at his t-shirt, rubbing uselessly despite the fabric already being black. āI wasnāt paying attention, and-āĀ
āSāfine,ā he grunted, yanking one from his hand to wipe off your shirt instead.Ā
You didnāt stop him.Ā
Just froze, standing completely still as he dragged the napkin over your chest while it heaved, listening to you suck in a sharp breath.Ā
When was the last time youād even been intimate with a man if him cleaning your shirt had you practically pressing your thighs together in that prissy skirt of yours?Ā
Admittedly, there was a distinct disgust churning in him at the image of you being intimate with someone else, despite how quickly he rejected it.
It wasn't like you were more than a mark to Toji.
He squinted, eyes narrowing as his attention shifted to your face just to find you openly gawking at his broad chest, lips still parted mid-apology.Ā
āOh, um, thanks,ā you practically squeaked, looking up at all with big, surprised eyes.Ā Ā
āWhatever,ā he tch-ed, digging out his last ten dollar bill from his wallet and holding it out despite the urge to just toss it at you to see what youād do.Ā
You shook your head, oblivious to the fact he was well-aware just how strapped to cash you really were, biting your bottom lip. āI canāt, I mean, that was really my fault, and-āĀ
āDonāt make me put it in your purse, doll,ā he huffed at you, even if he almost said bra. Tempted to tuck it in, wondering if youād let him.Ā
Did you even have it in you to stand up for yourself?Ā
How the hell did a pretty thing like you survive so long on your own like this?Ā
āA-are you sure?ā You stuttered, glancing back over him again.Ā
His pride took a fucking hit at your uncertainty.Ā
Did he seriously look like he couldnāt spare a ten dollar bill? Was it the sweatpants?Ā
He showered this morning, bothered to spritz on cologne when he usually couldnāt give a shit. Toji ran his fingers through his hair, jaw locking as his eyes narrowed.
āYou got a pen?ā He grumbled, wagering that you definitely did. Maybe he hadnāt seen the inside of your purse, but heād been watching you long enough to know what its contents were.Ā
In a not creepy way.Ā
āYes?ā You blinked, somehow cuter when you were confused.Ā
Still though, you were obedient, anticipating him asking for it and just digging it out from your bag to hand to him. The tip of it had been bitten, another little hint of how nervous you were by nature.Ā
He took it from you, his calloused fingers brushing against your much softer ones, a jolt of electricity traveling up his arm at the simple touch, the soft way your breath paused. You had to feel it too.Ā
Toji scribbled his number down.Ā
His personal cell.Ā
You were beaming before he even finished writing the last number, standing up straighter, sticking your chest out more.Ā
āIāll buy you a new shirt,ā he grunted, giving you the pen before the dollar, holding it out over your head, your stare flickering from his face to the money. āText me.āĀ
He wanted you to reach for it.Ā
To chase him.Ā
But three more days passed ā and he hadnāt heard a peep.Ā
Toji knew what you were up to, tracking you instead of his target, taking notes on everything you did instead of texting him. You stared at your phone at home though, left the dollar bill sitting on your kitchen counter, running your fingers over his writing as if you werenāt sure what to do.Ā
He supposed heād have to help you figure it out then.Ā
Especially considering Shiu was starting to get on his ass about getting the job done.Ā
Because that was what this was supposed to be about ā a means to an end.Ā
Faking a name tag was easy. Digging up the old utility overalls heād seen some of the other maintenance workers wear at your office, the sort of position no one ever paid any mind to until they were needed for something. He didn't get much sleep, trading in his night shift watching you go to sleep for snooping around your office. And in the morning, after going back to his car to put on some cologne, he walked back in through the lobby like he was supposed to be there, not even getting courtesy nods from your coworkers.Ā
Toji had memorized your schedule.Ā
So he knew to be in the third floor break room at ten, pretending to fix something in the ceiling when you walked in to make a cup of coffee.Ā
For yourself this time.Ā
He was climbing down from the ladder he stole from a storage closet when you sighed and started cleaning up the mess the last person had left by the coffee machine. You didnāt notice, didnāt even turn until you went to grab a mug from the shelf, frowning when you realized they had all been moved to the top shelf.Ā
A nice touch, in his opinion.Ā Ā
Setting everything up to be the one to take care of it for you, stepping behind you, close enough for you to feel his chest on your back as he reached up to get it for you.Ā
āHere,ā he grumbled, and you slowly spun around to face him.Ā
Stuck between his sturdy body and the cold counter, frozen in surprise at him being here. He wondered if youād be scared, suspicious.Ā
It was funny to watch you get so flustered instead, completely frazzled as you tried to find the words to say.Ā
āUm, you, uh, work here?ā You finally managed, and he just raised a brow, the scar over his mouth twitching as he gestured towards the name tag on his belt.Ā
You blushed again, your attention drifting to something else by it, the bulge he hadn't meant to be sporting.Ā
āMhm,ā he hummed, a low drawl that made you smile at him.Ā
It was sunny. You were. Bright, not bitter. Absolutely unaware that the world revolved around you.Ā
āSorry,ā you apologized, even though you had no actual reason to. Maybe for not messaging him back. Maybe for stealing glances at his dick.Ā
He paused, a weird strained feeling taking over his chest, constricting his lungs when you tilted your head to the side.Ā
āI havenāt seen you around before,ā you added, holding your breath.Ā
āIāve seen you,ā he shrugged, and your entire face practically lit up at the idea someone had been paying attention to you.Ā
You swallowed hard, trying to stifle it. To keep it contained, to make yourself smaller in front of him, like he wouldnāt like you if you werenāt soft-spoken.Ā
āDo you think you could take a look at the phones in my office? Well, Mr. Gojoās,ā you corrected yourself, toying with your fingers before cringing. āOnly if you're available, of course. I put in a ticket but-ā
āSure,ā he grunted.Ā
As long as the actual maintenance guy didnāt come, youād never know the difference. After all, that was why heād broken in last night. Disconnecting the phones himself, creating a couple issues with a few of the computers in the sales team downstairs that the real department would be too busy to handle any of your problems. If you ever pieced together he didnāt actually work there, it wouldnāt be until long after he was gone.
He'd prefer it if you never knew any better.Ā
And Shiu never said he couldnāt have some fun first.Ā
He followed you back to your office, not hiding his stare, enjoying how you were already squirming, nervously shifting and looking over your shoulder at him every few feet.Ā
āYou didnāt have to do it now,ā you mumbled, embarrassed, but he shrugged.Ā
Rolling his shoulders back to remind you how broad they were, catching the flash of you biting your lip before you faced forward again.Ā
Everything about you was far more fucking adorable than it had any right to be.Ā
Toji had never really gotten the appeal of stuffed animals. He never had any when he was a kid. No softness, no warmth, nothing small and sweet to hug. But you reminded him of one.
Or maybe that was just the urge to pick you up and squeeze you hard.Ā
āWhatās wrong with āem?ā He gruffly asked, gesturing ahead as you hit the button for the elevator to take you both to the top floor.Ā
āThey just ring, and um, nothing happens,ā you tried to explain, smoothing down your skirt self-consciously.Ā
He nodded, like he knew what the problem could be, and he did, actually. Because he caused it.Ā
The elevator doors opened, thankfully empty. There was something annoying about the idea of sharing you ā even for a minute.Ā
Toji told himself that you were just less irritating than other people. That it had nothing to do with you in particular, just how disgusting the rest of the world was.Ā
But he was still observing how you pushed the button, how quickly you went back to fiddling with your fingers and picking at your cuticles. Clasping your hands in front of you, maybe just remembering the fact you forgot your coffee back in the break room. Left it by the pot you brewed, your lip gloss staining the rim from the single sip you'd taken and the drink inside growing cold.Ā
Did you confess?Ā
Admit you wanted to go back and grab it?Ā
Nope.Ā
He knew you wouldnāt. All that meant was another excuse to go back and get it for you himself, maybe make you a fresh one to cement his spot in your good graces, to get your guard down.Ā
The elevator dinged, opening up to wooden floors and soft lighting. Wall art he had briefly contemplated stealing the night before, although he skipped since itād be a bitch to sell.Ā
Besides, heād have more than enough money to cover anything he wanted to buy soon enough.Ā
āUm, the phoneās over here,ā you shyly said, leading him over to your desk.Ā
Toji nodded, a low grunt of acknowledgement leaving his throat while he pretended to work on it, messing around with cables.Ā
You were watching him, taking your seat and clicking away on your keyboard despite your eyes constantly flickering over to his.Ā
He pretended he didnāt notice. Setting his jaw in a firm line while he unplugged stuff just to put it in different outlets. He considered tapping the lines, just to listen in to whatever you were saying during the day, but then he'd have to justify that expense to Shiu, and he really didnāt fucking feel like getting a lecture.Ā
His handler would tell him just to take out the target already. Stop wasting his time getting close to a liability.Ā
But of all the risks Toji had taken, you were the easiest one of all.
Would you let him find an excuse to get under your desk? Maybe catch a peek at whatever pair of panties you picked out today?Ā
Your personal phone rang ā and you were scrambling to pick it up and answer.Ā
āHello?ā Your voice lilted up, all pure and sweet, and Toji immediately loathed whoever you were addressing.Ā
It wasnāt anything he could control, just instinctual irritation, a cheese grater to his patience watching you sit up straighter in your chair while you listened to whoever was on the other end.Ā
āOf course, sir,ā you chirped. He had to stop himself from snapping the cord he was holding when he caught how you were subtly twirling your hair. Glancing down at your lap and sucking in a sharp breath before you mumbled, āSorry, Satoru.āĀ
Toji had to look down to make sure he didn't somehow electrocute himself when the edges of his vision tinged with red, annoyance rolling into a tight ball of anger. The hard kind that couldn't crack, just rolled around in the pit of his stomach, demanding something be done about it.Ā
āOkay, see you in thirty.ā You smiled. A soft one, biting it back before plastering a practiced expression of professionalism, probably remembering Toji was still here.Ā
He scowled at the realization Gojo coming back meant he should probably skip bringing you that coffee. Didn't want to risk running into him too soon.Ā
You hung up, and he shoved the last cord back in the correct place.Ā
āTry now,ā he growled, picking the phone up from the receiver and passing it to you.
You took it from him, your fingertips brushing against his again, all gentle as you cradled it between your shoulder and ear, nails clicking on the keypad. Relief flooded your face when it worked, looking up at him like you were thankful.Ā
Gratitude wasn't something Toji knew how to receive.Ā
He was used to the exchange of cash, of cold demands that ended in death. Your warmth was alien.Ā
What had a guy like Satoru Gojo ever done to deserve it?Ā
Was this jealousy? Bitter and begging to be addressed, his skin itching at imagining the man getting your company all day long, having you at his beck and call.Ā
Whatever it was, Toji was going to fucking squash it.Ā
āThank you, it was really nice of you-ā
āWhat are you doing after work?ā He interrupted before you could finish rambling, making all the reasons why you were easy to take advantage of excruciatingly obvious. You were too sweet. Too nice. Acting like he was a saint for fixing your phone, unaware he was the sinner who broke it to begin with. Who'd break your boss too, the second he got the chance.Ā
āUm, nothing?ā You blinked. Your lips were still parted, but you didn't say anything.Ā
āWanna grab drinks?ā He grumbled, shoving his hands in his pockets. Toji wanted to lean across the desk, put his palm flat on top of your useless papers and peek at your cleavage, but you were the sort that scared easily.Ā
The confusion on your face was cute.Ā
āLike, as coworkers?ā You were clueless. āAre other people coming or-āĀ
Did you seriously fucking think you were just getting left out of some after work hangout?Ā
āLike a date,ā he clarified, struggling not to contain his urge to bend you over your desk and show you just how not-platonic his interest was.Ā
āWith me?āĀ
You were gawking, but there was an unmistakable air of giddiness to your face, a grin you couldn't suppress even under all that shock.Ā
āDid I stutter, doll?ā Toji gruffly said, walking around your desk until your eye level was at his mid-riff. Your hand tightened around the armrest, slowly dragging your stare up like you could see the truth in his face.Ā
āUm, sure,ā you nodded, still unsure of how serious he was. āIf you want to.āĀ
āI want you,ā he easily shrugged, making his point clear.Ā
He wasn't delicate. Wouldn't skirt around shit like your Satoru did. Being blunt was the only way to get it through that pretty skull of yours anyway.Ā
āI'll be waiting for you out front at six.ā That was when you usually scampered out anyway, frazzled and exhausted from handling a man child's chores all day.Ā
āOkay,ā you spoke softly, betraying your feelings by covering your mouth with your hands, hiding a smile behind them.Ā
He turned to leave, but he kept his eyes on you all the way to the elevator.Ā
You watched him too. He might have a job to do.Ā
Toji was just going to fuck you first.Ā
Was this how it felt to have a crush?Ā
Well, one that wasnāt hopeless and unattainable?Ā
Youād been wasting years wishing Satoru noticed you. And in a matter of days, someone else had snuck up on you. A spilled coffee. A phone number. And now, a date.Ā
When was the last time you'd even been on one?Ā
You frowned at your reflection in the mirror, fingers working to undo another button of your shirt and hike up your skirt a little higher. Half of you was disappointed that he hadn't asked you out on a different night, or given you enough time to go home and get changed into something a little more sexy and less like you just stepped out of an investor meeting.Ā
But the rest of you was just glad he wanted to go out with you at all.Ā
You tried to tell yourself you had less time to overthink this way. That you wouldn't be distracted for days until the date, waiting for him to cancel.Ā
But when you walked out of the building at six, leaving a sticky note for Satoru whenever he stepped out of his office letting him know you couldnāt stay late tonight, Toji was true to his word, waiting for you in a beat-up black car.Ā
It wasnāt sleek, wasnāt shiny and freshly glossed like Satoruās, but it looked fast. His window was rolled down, his arm resting on it while his defined jaw unclenched at the sight of you standing there and staring.Ā
āYou cominā?āĀ
Was it wrong to hope heād make sure you did by the end of the night?Ā
You scampered over, glancing around to see a few of your coworkers looking your way before you pulled open the passenger door and climbed in. His eyes raked over you, that white scar that ran across the corner of his lips twitching up as he smirked.Ā
He was broader than Satoru, stockier. All muscles, all man.Ā
His dark hair was shaggy, not carefully styled, his sturdy fingers running through it as he measured you the same way you measured him. He mustāve gone home and changed, in a dark shirt that clung to his chest, made you take note of his biceps bulging underneath his sleeves, probably big enough to make them burst if he strained hard enough. Wearing jeans, no name tag hanging on his belt now.Ā
But you already memorized his name.Ā
Toji.Ā
It had been on the forefront of your thoughts all day, right there with the rest of his words. He saw you. He wanted you.Ā
Invited you out like it was the most natural thing in the world to do.Ā
You were so distracted by, well, everything about him that you forgot to buckle your seatbelt until he stretched across the center console and did it for you. There was something kinda funny about a gruff guy like him taking care of something so small like that for you, grunting under his breath as it clicked into place.Ā
Maybe just an excuse to be close to you, to touch you again.Ā
You didnāt mind.Ā
His attention was nice.Ā
You didnāt know what to say though, awkwardly glancing between him and outside the window, wondering what a typical conversation looked like on a first date.Ā
āSo, um, do you like your job?ā You heard yourself ask, almost immediately wishing you hadnāt just from his soft scoff, the subtle arch of his thin brow while he pulled out onto the road.Ā
āIt pays the bills,ā he shrugged, and you tried to nod sympathetically. You were about to spout out something polite, but then he opened his mouth to talk again, giving you that dangerous bit of side eye that made your heart skip a beat. āBut it aināt so bad. Gotta meet you because of it, didnāt I, doll?āĀ
And there it was again.
Doll.Ā
Satoru sometimes called you sweetheart, but that didnāt send a shiver down your spine, didnāt have that low rumble to it that gave you goosebumps. When he said it like that, you wouldnāt really mind being a pretty toy for him to play with.Ā
āY-yeah,ā you stammered, blushing hard as you tried to swallow your anxieties.Ā
You were overworked. Exhausted. Barely making it by on caffeine and four hours of sleep most days. But you were here. In a hot guyās car being flirted with on the way to a bar.Ā
He briefly looked at you before turning back to face the road, but you could see the satisfaction in the crook of his smile.Ā
āRelax a little, baby,ā he hummed, reaching over ā and for a second, you thought he was going to grab your thigh. You hadnāt realized it was hope until he just turned up the radio instead. But with a second flash of that scar and that smirk, you were smiling back at him. āWeāre gonna have fun tonight."Ā
It still took two glasses of wine for you to start to unwind, a pleasant buzz floating around in your chest, coloring your world in warm hues as he leaned in next to you, his barstool dragged close enough for his muscled thigh to be constantly brushing against yours. A massive palm casually resting on your side, pulling you in every time someone got into what could be considered your personal space.Ā
He didnāt talk about himself.Ā
Or that much, really.Ā
Heād ask a few questions, then let you ramble. Sometimes, his expression would shift, his harsh and blunt edges softening when you talked about the future, about how you wanted to quit someday, find a job that wouldnāt burn you out. But it hardened a few times too, scowling when you mentioned Satoru, glaring when a drunk guy bumped into you.Ā
And yeah, you got it. Your boss was a bit of anā¦acquired taste.Ā
It didnāt surprise you that he managed to piss off one of his employees, especially when you spent most of your days cleaning up the messes he made.Ā
āWhen did you start?ā You cleared your throat, trying to change the subject back to him. To get to know him properly. To be the best date you could be ā or at least good enough that he might want to take you home.Ā
āA while ago,ā he shrugged, another vague answer as he polished off the last of his whiskey.Ā
He didnāt even seem buzzed.Ā
āI feel like an idiot for not noticing you there before,ā you admitted, tugging down the hem of your skirt self-consciously, shyly looking up to meet his open stare.Ā
āSāfine,ā he grunted, unbothered.Ā
You didnāt know what to make of him past the fact he was ridiculously attractive.Ā
Toji was abrasive. The rough side of the sponge scraping up your silverware, the hard counter edge you bumped into when you weren't expecting it, the sharp rock that sliced open the soles of your feet when you forgot to wear shoes outside. But being around him left you hoping to get cut by him. Fingers crossed that heād be interested enough to peel you apart and stay long enough to stitch you back together ā even if it was sloppy.
After being surrounded by people who only ever plastered on fake smiles and feigned politeness, he felt like the first breath of fresh air you had in forever. Something raw and real in a world full of plastic.Ā
He wasnāt polished. Wasnāt perfect.Ā
But youād never been either. And you were tired of pretending and playing along.Ā
You took another long sip of your wine, the last drop lingering on your tongue as you pushed your empty glass forward too.Ā
He chuckled, almost appreciatively. Snagging the drinks menu and sliding it back over to you, letting his fingers linger on top of it like he wanted to remind you how large they were.Ā
āPick your poison.āĀ
āI think I should probably get a water,ā you murmured, a little worried he might think that was lame.Ā
He ordered you one anyway though, chuckling when you wiped away the ring of condensation from the counter after they took your glass away.
āDonāt wanna get drunk with me?ā He taunted, butterflies in your stomach fluttering when he cocked his head to the side. āIām hurt.āĀ
He wasnāt, not really. But you got the feeling he liked teasing you.Ā
āI just donāt wanna think this was all a dream tomorrow,ā you laughed, forcing it to sound lighter than it really was. You really just refused to let yourself get so wasted that you might black out an entire date or embarrass yourself in front of him.Ā
His eyes narrowed, like he was the one that couldnāt discern if you were being serious.Ā
āYou callinā me dreamy?ā He dryly mocked, and that pretty jaw of his clenched, like it was a joke.
āI mean, itās just kind of hard to believe a guy like you wants to go out with someone like me,ā you murmured, offering a small smile to the bartender when he pushed a glass of water over to you.Ā
āA guy like me?ā He challenged, and you cringed at your ability to stick your foot in your mouth. You didnāt know if you actually offended him, if that was even possible, but you slipped your hand over his.Ā Ā
āYāknow,ā you drawled, tracing your fingertips over his veins, holding your breath. āAttractive and-ā
He snorted.Ā Ā
āSo what does that make you?ā He raised a question youād never really been able to answer. There were labels you assigned yourself, but all those really amounted to was what roles you played for other people.Ā
Lately, all you felt like was Satoruās assistant.Ā
Barely your own person.Ā
āI dunno,ā you shrugged. āJust me?āĀ
āI like you,ā he easily said.
āYou donāt know me,ā you pointed back out, bringing your water glass up to your lips to take a sip. Maybe he thought you were pretty. Maybe youād caught his eye. But there was a difference in that and knowing what your favorite-
āYou stay late even when youāre exhausted. You think of everyone else when no one gives a shit. Show up with coffee and pastries for other people when you can barely afford to pay for your parking pass. You never take your lunch break-ā He was listing facts like he was bored, proving his point with the overhead lights glittering back in his green eyes. You almost choked on your water, and he slipped his hand out from your other one to drag his thumb over your lips.Ā
It felt scandalous. Like he was just waiting to commit some grave sin with how slowly he brushed it over your bottom lip, pulling it down just enough to make you wonder what his mouth would feel like, how his taste would compare to his touch.Ā
But then he let go, dropped his hand down just to make you miss it.Ā
āYou kinda sound like a stalker,ā you giggled, unable to stop yourself from grinning at being seen.Ā
There was some faint alarm bell you knew should be ringing, but your head had been emptied out to make room for more thoughts of him.Ā
He chuckled, and your chest tightened.Ā
āWhatād you think I was giving you my number for?ā He sarcastically asked, dark eyes narrowing under the dim lighting as he brought his own glass up to his lips.Ā
You stifled another smile. āTo pay for my shirt?ā
āI was thinkinā about getting you out of it.ā
Toji was shameless.Ā
And every flirt, every searing gaze of his that stuck to your skin and stoked that fire in your stomach? You were falling for it. For him.Ā
Would you be a whore for sleeping with him on the first date?Ā
Maybe, but you couldnāt bring yourself to believe it mattered.Ā
You were about to suggest maybe returning to your apartment, but your phone started vibrating, and you had to bite the inside of your cheek to hold back your disappointment.Ā
āHold on one second?ā You nervously asked, and he nodded.
āSure,ā he barked, all gravelly, not helping the simmering heat still burning under your skin. You pulled your phone out, glancing around the bar for some semi-quiet spot to take the call.Ā
You settled on a hallway that led to the bathrooms, heels clicking on the floor as you hurried over, grateful that Toji had chosen a hole-in-the-wall sort of place, one that wasnāt packed with people to navigate through.Ā
āHello?ā Your voice waivered, face flushing at the mental image of what your boss was probably doing on the other end. Scowling down at the note you left him?Ā
āThe hell are you?ā Satoru whined on the other end, apparently not happy at your absence.Ā
āIām on a date,ā you whispered back into the speaker, just for him to scoff back. The sound of it, even tinny and crackling through the line, fucking stung.Ā
As if it was actually so absurd that you could be with someone.Ā
āI need you here,ā he huffed. āWeāre supposed to be preparing for tomorrowās meetings.ā
You tapped your foot, glancing back to the end of the hallway, picturing Toji sitting on the stool waiting for you.Ā
āI already prepared all your slideshows. Anything you need should already be labeled and on your desk,ā you muttered, doing your best to still sound professional. Collected. Calm. Put-together instead of just a weak-willed pushover.Ā
Toji wasnāt wrong. You spent all your time thinking of Satoru when he really couldnāt care less. You were just convenient to him. That was what he paid you to be.Ā
āI canāt find it,ā he grumbled. Lied.Ā
āI also emailed everything to you,ā you added, and he didnāt bother to hide his whine of annoyance.Ā
Irritated that you had a life outside of him. That your existence wasnāt solely devoted to making his easier.Ā
āWho are you even ditching me for?ā Satoru was pouting. You could hear it in his voice.
āIf you really must know, he works in the maintenance department and-āĀ
He laughed at you.Ā
āLeave that loser.āĀ
Was that what he thought? That the best you could get was a fucking loser?
āIāll see you tomorrow, Satoru.ā You hung up on him. Slipped your phone back in your purse, looking up just to see Toji leaning against the wall across from you.Ā
Startled, you stepped back, blinking and trying to figure out how someone as big and broad as him managed to sneak up on you.
āHe botherinā you?ā Toji grunted, gesturing towards your purse.
āNo, um, just work stuff,ā you lied.Ā
You didnāt want to tell him the CEO of the company basically called him a loser. It felt mean, and you were worried heād somehow think you shared the same impression.Ā
āYeah?ā He angled his head down to look at you, and his proximity made your pulse race, wild thumps roaring in your head as he took two steps closer.Ā
āI hung up on him,ā you admitted, even though he hadnāt asked. Feeling bold just by being with him, as if you were already getting away with something.Ā
āYou wanna give me all that attention instead, baby?ā His voice was deep, a gruff purr that had you nodding.Ā
Your obedience earned a pleased hum.Ā
And even better, a kiss.Ā
The kind that knocked the air from your lungs, his calloused hands cupping your face as he claimed your lips for himself. You kissed him back just as hard, craning your neck up into it, tethering your fingers through his dark locks while you sucked on his lower lip.Ā
He tasted like whiskey. But his lips were soft enough to make you overlook the feeling that came with wondering if this was a mistake.Ā
If Satoru would fire you for wanting to get fucked instead of running back to fuss over him.Ā
Toji wasnāt the sort of guy whoād let you linger on silly worries though. No, his canines were already tugging at you, nipping at the spots youād bitten out of stress, one of his rough palms travelling down your body, settling on your waist to pull you flush against his hard body.Ā
You wanted to touch him.Ā
To pull off his shirt and trace your fingers over all his muscles, map them out and drag your tongue over them. His was busy, already in your mouth, muffling your surprised gasp when his grip on your side suddenly squeezed tight.Ā
āFuck,ā he groaned into your mouth, an intangible thread in your stomach pulling taut at the sound.Ā
He dragged you back inside the bathroom, the employee one, like he wanted the thrill of fucking you in public with less of a risk of being walked in on.Ā
It was sleazy.
But the exhilaration of his hand now on your hip, the way his fingers dug in and wrinkled your skirt as he pulled you through the door, your back being pushed against the cold sink as his mouth latched onto your throat next, it outweighed any rational thought your brain could conjure up.Ā
You wanted him.Ā
The world could wait.Ā
This was more real than anything else your reality had to offer. His tongue licking a clean line up from your collarbone to your jaw, going back to leave messy hickies, claiming you as his. For tonight, at least.Ā
Hopefully longer.Ā
But you kept that thought to yourself, only letting small whines escape as his hand ventured under your skirt, toying with your panties underneath, slipping two fingers underneath it, testing how much the band could give.Ā
You didnāt want to scare him off. Push him away before he'd even put his dick inside you.Ā
He seemed like he specialized in one-night-stands. Like he was used to getting who he wanted when he wanted. And really, you were just so fucking sick of being single.Ā
Of being lonely.Ā
The hand that had still been on your face moved back, suddenly cradling the back of your neck, squeezing enough to make your head tilt back and give him easy access to more of you.Ā
There was a vulnerability to it, letting him sink his teeth into your throat, marking you up enough that the bruises would bleed through your concealer tomorrow.
But then Toji was tearing your panties off, easily rolling the flimsy fabric that you truthfully paid too much for, shoving what was left of it in his pocket before prying your thighs apart.Ā
You spread them further, your lungs freezing half-full of air as you watched him drag his eyeline down to your exposed cunt, already embarrassingly wet after just a couple hours spent in his company.Ā
He hiked your skirt higher, appreciatively admiring it, clicking his tongue as he shoved a thick finger inside you. Clearly, heād taken note of how much you noticed them.Ā
You were gasping before he even made it down to the knuckle. Eyes widening, your hands immediately shifting to claw at his shoulder blades for some stability when you tried to contain your reaction.Ā
But Toji wasnāt going to let that slide. Refused to let you hide every lewd reflex ā shoving another finger inside to join the first just to force out a strangled moan at the feeling of him stretching you open.Ā
Scissoring you at a tempo that bordered on lethal, only pausing his onslaught of kisses to watch your face when you said his name, all pitchy, almost pathetic. Putty for him with just a couple fingers.Ā
āYaā like that, pretty?ā He grumbled, fraying with impatience, already itching to add another ā or maybe trade his fingers out for something bigger.Ā
āMm, mhm,ā you murmured, nodding as you reclined your head back, the cold edge of the counter digging into your skin as he pulled you closer to him just to make you jolt again at the next pump of his fingers.Ā
āYou wanna tell me why youāre runninā from me then, doll?ā He dared, his eyes dark, his lips pulled into a thin line as you shook your head the other way.Ā
The intensity he came with was a double-edged sword. Drawing you in one second and threatening to spear you the next. Chasing the high of being fucked full just to run from the burn, the stretch, the pleasure when he pushed you right on the edge of a cliff the next. Finding yourself teetering a tightrope you never meant to walk on.Ā
āSātoo-ā You sounded slurred, even though the only thing you really felt drunk on was him.Ā
āHm?ā He waited for you to finish, stalling his next thrust with his fingers buried deep enough to reach a spot that was a little too sensitive, knowingly swirling against it while you squirmed.Ā
You were a wreck and he hadnāt even managed to make you cum yet.Ā
The too much that had been about to leave your lips replaced with a desperate plea for more.Ā
Your skin was hot, sweat sticking to your brows as he dug his fingers deeper, felt the sinful way you squeezed them, panting as tears started to form in the corners of your eyes.Ā
There was no running. Being spread and stuffed on a bathroom sink by a handsome man who might as well be a stranger, fingers poking and prodding at all your sensitive spots, readjusting his hand so his thumb could rub over your clit.
āThought you had something to say?ā He wryly mocked, and you were pretty positive youād forgotten everything except his name.Ā
āT-Toji,ā you whined, body stuck, all your muscles wound too tightly, hips arching up to meet his hand.
He kissed you again, harder, rougher. Crashing into you like a tidal wave, dragging you under, lost between him and the pleasure, being tossed around with each thrust of his fingers. Climaxing without even meaning to, not even a conscious choice, just being pulled into the motions as he massaged rough circles over your needy bud.Ā
And then you were sucking in air, his fingers pulling back out with a filthy pop! before he brought it up to his mouth and took a taste. Sucking on them and groaning at the second-hand flavor of you on his tongue.Ā
āDo you wanna come back to my place?āĀ
You shouldāve known making you cum once wouldnāt satisfy him.Ā
Or twice.Ā
He had you up against the wall of his shower, your face pressed against the cool tile as his hips smacked against your ass, pounding into it as he continued to leave more hickies.Ā
āThatās it, pretty,ā he grunted, his thick cock throbbing inside you, swollen tip nudging and grinding against your cervix like he owned it. Dragging himself along your walls, making sure you felt every vein, every ridge, warm water pelting both your bodies. āLook how good you're takinā me.āĀ
His hand ran over the curve of your ass, softly patting it. It wasnāt a spank, but you wanted it to be.Ā
You shivered as he bottomed back out, leaning against him, mostly held up by him by now. āM-more.āĀ
āGreedy fucking girl,ā he chuckled, but his voice was raspy too, running his hand back over your ass. āYou want me to spank you?āĀ
You nodded, embarrassed to admit it.Ā
āSay it,ā he groaned, and you squeaked. Surprised at the sudden stall of his cock, feeling yourself squeezing and squirming for him to keep going.Ā
āPlease?āĀ
His hand came down, leaving a harsh smack that made you clench around him more, a moan escaping that echoed in the cramped space.Ā
Toji rubbed back over it, his fingers still damp, murmuring something low you couldn't make out under the shower running. But then he was back to thrusting, faster now, like he wasn't finished imprinting the shape of him into you.Ā
It was all moans, all skin-on-skin, lewd sounds and heavy pumps, his strokes only getting sloppier when his hand slipped over your clit. Intent on making you cum for him again, his jaw clenched when you tensed up. Planting kisses up your throat, teeth marking you with an unspoken mine when you shuddered and finished, white splotching across your vision as your limbs threatened to go limp.Ā
Toji pulled out, finishing on your back just for the water to wash his cum away. Down the drain with the soap suds.Ā
He whispered your name into your neck, soft lips tracing back over the mess of hickies he'd left. You were in a haze, brain foggy and chest still full even after your cunt was empty again, leaning against him when he cleaned you up.Ā
You never wouldāve guessed he used the same brand of shampoo or conditioner as you. It was funny how many products you mutually had. Even the hand soap was a familiar bottle, new too, hardly used.Ā
He dried you off with a patchy towel, wrapping it around you and shutting off the shower. Pulling you back to his bed, half-made navy blankets in a mostly-barren room. The lamp by his bed was crooked, but there wasn't all that much personal stuff laying around. No posters decorating his wall.Ā
Nothing else to learn about him from his possessions.Ā
āTired?ā He grumbled, tossing you a t-shirt of his.Ā
āMhm,ā you yawned, dropping the towel to pull it over your head. No panties, but you figured you didn't really need any to sleep in anyway.Ā
You still felt nervous getting into his bed, waiting for him to get in with you. He hesitated, staring at you strangely before he grabbed a pair of boxers from the top drawer of his nightstand and pulled them up his thick thighs.Ā
Toji got in next to you, stiff, awkward, before holding out his arm, like he was waiting for you to snuggle up beside him.Ā
Maybe he wasn't as much of a man whore as you initially thought.Ā
He was acting new to this, holding his breath when you scooted closer, laying your head on his arm.Ā
You wondered if heād ever been soft before. If he was capable of it.Ā Ā
Even now, you were left with the vague impression thisā¦tenderness wasnāt exactly that. An impression. A mask, maybe, something he wasn't used to wearing.Ā Ā
But the afterglow was warm. Wrapped in the heat his body radiated, his strong arms sheltering you from the rest of the world as you sighed in contentment, resting on his bicep as you looked up at him.Ā
Your phone started buzzing inside your purse on the floor, and you didnāt need to look to know who it was.Ā
āSometimes I wish heād just fucking disappear,ā you mumbled, sighing as you tried to push off his chest to answer it.Ā
āStay,ā he growled, grabbing your waist to keep you in place.Ā
You pressed your palm flat against him, pushing your lips together in a pout. āI have to answer him.āĀ
Or heād throw a fit and make tomorrow hell for you.Ā
Toji begrudgingly let you get up, glaring when you bent over to fish your phone from your bag, his scar twitching down as he frowned. āYou ever think youād be better off if he dropped dead?āĀ
You laughed, staring at the name on the screen as you shrugged.
āAll the time.āĀ
You were trouble.Ā
Fucking you was supposed to make it easier. Satisfy the stupid urges heād been plagued with since he saw your face. Since he heard your voice and felt your fingers on his skin.Ā
Instead, it sealed his fate.Ā
Yours too.Ā
Because laying in bed the morning after, watching the subtle rise-and-fall of your chest, finding himself tracing shapes on your skin for the excuse to keep touching you, a fuzzy feeling he couldnāt snuff out was suffocating him.Ā
Smothered in the scent of soap and sex and your sweet perfume. Sniffing the shampoo in your hair, sighing at the way his heart beat faster every time you tossed and turned.Ā
How long had it been since he slept next to someone?Ā
Shared more than a fast fuck? A quick make-out session that never made him feel anything?Ā
He snuck out of bed first, readjusting your head to rest on the pillow and pulling up his blanket to cover you before he caught himself.Ā
What the hell was he doing?Ā
You werenāt his girlfriend.Ā
But maybe you could be. If he played his cards correctly.Ā
And really, was there anything better than making a bet he knew heād win?
He found his phone in his jeans, a few missed calls from Shiu waiting. He deleted them. Walked out into the kitchen, opening the door to his mostly-empty fridge, staring at the eggs in there, the few cans of energy drinks, before moving to the pantry. There wasnāt much there either. Rice. Ramen.Ā
Stuff for a single guy who didnāt give a shit about taking care of himself.Ā
āWhatāre you doing?ā You yawned behind him, all sleepy and sweet, and he glanced back over his shoulder to see you walking over, clutching his blanket to your chest.
āLookinā for something to make you breakfast,ā he grunted, folding his arms across his chest.Ā
You giggled, like it was fucking cute.Ā
āGot any coffee?āĀ
He made it a week of pretending to be a normal guy in a normal relationship before the fractures started forming.Ā
Donning his fake uniform and driving you to work and to your place, narrowly avoiding being spotted by your boss and undermining all those pesky security systems to set up for what he was really planning. Using a couple of his contacts to get his hands on something that couldnāt be traced back to him. Moving all the pieces into place while playing boyfriend.Ā
He mightāve dragged it out longer ā went another few days, pushed back Gojoās death date again ā but Shiu wouldnāt shut up.Ā
Toji was supposed to be waiting for you outside, wishing for a cigarette and reading your message that your boss was making you help him with one last thing then youād be down to get lunch with him when his own handler called.Ā
āThe hell is taking so long?ā Shiu scoffed over the phone, almost as annoyed as he felt.Ā
āCovering our fuckinā asses,ā he growled back.Ā
There was no way he was risking his fucking neck this time. He wasnāt going to jail for this shit ā and he sure as hell wasn't going to let you either.Ā
āThe client expects this done-āĀ
āIām handling it,ā Toji interrupted him, a gruff growl from the back of his throat.
He had the stuff with him, everything he needed to make you his ā and send Satoru Gojo to an early grave.Ā
āTake care of it.āĀ
Shiu hung up on him.Ā
The soles of his boots were heavy on the ground, tapping his foot as he checked the time again. Two more minutes, and he'd call you. The seconds tended to drag by without you there.Ā
He heard your voice, faint, still far away, but he turned anyway.Ā
You were walking out the main doors of the building, Gojo walking close behind you, his brows drawn tightly together, scolding you. He grabbed your wrist, but you shrugged him off, Tojiās blood boiling at how handsy that asshole was, touching something that didn't belong to him.Ā
All the stares of people passing by, coworkers or not, shifted towards the two of you.Ā
Your sad little pout, your chest puffed out and trying to stand straight, while he glared at you.Ā
āMaybe I should just fire you,ā Gojo scoffed at you, and you flinched. Toji could feel the vein in his forehead throbbing, fist clenching while you did your best to bite your tongue.Ā
But then you surprised him ā and Gojo ā by beginning to speak up, āIām-āĀ
āYouāre replaceable.āĀ
Your face crumpled at how sharply he cut you off. Struggling not to cry, to hold yourself together while he turned on his heel and stormed back inside. Other people pretended to not be eavesdropping, avoiding eye contact when you walked away. Head hanging low, rubbing your eyes, barely paying attention to where you were going until he caught you.Ā
You didn't even say anything when Toji pulled you in for a hug, squeezing you against him as you automatically hid your face in his chest.Ā
He was shit at comforting people. Had never really known what to say. How to make anyone feel better.Ā
But you didn't seem to mind, a few muffled sobs snuffed out when your mouth was pressed against his broad muscles.
āH-he said heās gonna-ā You tried to choke out, but Toji just softly patted your head.
āDon't worry about him,ā he grunted.Ā
He wouldn't be alive long enough to actually fire you.Ā
Toji didn't say that though. He let you cry in his car, listened to you vent about your latest argument, wiped away some of your tears with the calloused pad of his thumb.Ā
And when your break ended, and you were supposed to go back to finish off your shift, he walked back in with you. Made up some excuse about putting off taking care of the next maintenance ticket, like he hadn't already disabled all the cameras in the building earlier.Ā
Usually, he preferred a bullet and brute force. Didn't see the point in a delicate touch and careful preparations. But he'd make an exception for you.Ā
This one time.Ā
āI think I'm gonna make him some coffee,ā you murmured, still sniffling as you grabbed the stuff you needed for it.Ā
Like it would be a truce instead of a death sentence.Ā
You didn't know any better. Just scurried around the break room, not noticing when he poured a little packet of powder into the cup the moment your back was turned.Ā
āYouāre too good for him.āĀ
You glanced back at Toji, smiling even though it didn't reach his eyes. Not really believing it, but still appreciating the sentiment.Ā
āYou're probably the one person that thinks that.ā
You picked up the cup of coffee, pouring a ridiculous amount of sugar in, enough to cover the slightly bitter powder. You even snagged a can of whipped cream from the fridge, swirling it on top as if your efforts would be appreciated.Ā
Two birds. One stone.Ā
Or really, two fools and one cup of coffee. That was all it'd take for you to be his and both your problems to be solved.Ā
And if it didn't?
Well, his gun was still tucked inside the band of his jeans.Ā
āAre you sure you're not going to get in trouble?āĀ
Toji had gotten on the elevator with you, his hand still slung too low on your waist to be purely polite, brow arched up at your concern for him slacking off.Ā
āJust wanna make sure you're alright,ā he grumbled, huffing and looking back at the buttons lit-up on the elevator.Ā
You weren't really sure what he was to you.Ā
A boyfriend? A lover?Ā
But you didn't mind. His proximity was nice. His presence in your life was welcome.Ā
Even if it was causing problems with Gojo ā who had made it clear he couldn't stand sharing your attention at all. Hated you having a life.Ā
You weren't delusional enough to think maybe he'd change his mind if he met Toji.Ā
But your fingers were still unsteady as the elevator dinged and let you off on the top floor.Ā
Gojo was sitting at your desk, legs propped up and feet on your paperwork. He was pretty as always, white hair tousled, one of those sharp brows of his casually raised as he glanced between you and Toji. āIs this seriously the guy?ā
He laughed like it was an insult. Ignoring your frown when you walked over to hand him his coffee. He took it though, bringing it up to his mouth but not before scoffing again.Ā
āSatoru,ā you hissed out his name, a low warning that he was rolling his eyes at.
He took a long drink, whipped cream sticking above his lips like a mustache before his face paled. The next few seconds slowed, crawling by as you watched him drop the mug, ceramic shards shattering as he choked.Ā
You were staring, your brain refusing to process what you were seeing, Tojiās voice registering behind you but the words not making any sense.Ā
What the hell was happening?
Somewhere, the vague thought hit you that something was seriously wrong, that Satoru was dying, but nothing would connect, your body refusing to respond to even the notion of it.
Your mouth fell open, but your scream was muffled by Tojiās hand. Knees buckling, just for him to catch you in his arm, one arm wrapped around your midsection to hold you up.Ā
āHey, hey, I'm here,ā he gruffly muttered, and you clung to that.Ā
āW-we need to call someone,ā you stammered, your panicked gasps turning into hyperventilating. This was bad. Really, really fucking bad.Ā
āItās okay,ā he soothed in your ears, turning around so you couldn't see Satoru anymore. Wouldn't have to look when-
You couldn't even finish the thought.Ā
āJust breathe, baby.ā
āI-I can't.ā You were trying, but no air would enter your lungs, throat constricting more with each attempt.Ā
Toji paused, his palm pressing harder against your back before he stiffened.Ā
āWe need to go.ā
You let him lead you back out, his hand on your spine still guiding you forward. One step, and another. Focusing on the rhythm in them, the pattern of the elevator carpet, a crack in the sidewalk, whatever was beneath your feet to stop the image of Satoru from flashing in your head.Ā
Was he dead? What could even cause it? An allergic reaction? Poison?Ā
Oh God no.Ā
He led you back to his car.Ā
Toji had parked it further down the street than usual, opening the door for you to get in and buckling you in again. It didn't feel quite as romantic as the first time.
āWhere are we going?ā You asked, voice cracking as you forced the words out. All you really wanted was to sleep, to go somewhere that you didn't have to think anymore.
āDon't worry about it, doll,ā he casually said, shutting the door behind him and walking around to the driverās seat.Ā
āIs he-āĀ
You couldn't get the question out, and he didnāt answer.
āThe cops are gonna think-ā You started, only just starting to swallow the bitter pill that you were screwed.Ā
āTheyāll frame you for it,ā he scoffed, and you recoiled. Surprised at yourself for forgetting what you already knew about the man in front of you.Ā
He wouldn't sugarcoat it.Ā
Make fake promises to you that this would be fine.Ā
āBut I-ā
āDo you want to spend the rest of your fuckinā life behind bars?ā He growled, and you hated how much of a point he had.Ā
You shook your head, fingers trembling as he stilled them with his own.Ā
Gojo had a lot of enemies. Any one of them would be happy to let you take the fall.Ā
All you'd done was give Gojo a fucking cup of coffee ā and now he was dead.
āThereās cameras,ā you murmured, ones that would catch you running away from the scene of the crime.Ā
āThey've been down half the day,ā Toji grumbled, and you had no idea if that was even a relief.Ā
Your feelings were all jumbled, guilt, horror, disgust, regret, even affection and adoration tangled up in there with Toji trying so hard to keep you safe.Ā
You stared at him, still shaking, and he leaned across to spare you a heated kiss. Grounding you here with him, his calloused palm caressing your cheek as his pretty eyes narrowed.Ā
āI'll protect you.āĀ
Toji meant it.
The motel was shitty, far enough from the city you dozed off on the drive, but there werenāt any cameras.
No one to watch him carry you from his car and no one to care after he tossed enough cash to cover a room at the strung-out receptionist.Ā
You woke up still in shock. Reeling from what youād seen ā or rather what youād done.Ā
āSomeoneās gonna come-ā
āNo oneās gonna find you, baby,ā he promised, and it was one he intended to keep.Ā
You curled up on the bed, and he crawled in next to you, letting you bury your face in his chest to muffle the faint sounds of crying. Stroking your hair at first, eventually untucking your shirt from your skirt to trace soothing patterns over the bare skin of your back. Maybe you were scared right now, that was natural.
The first kill was always the hardest.Ā
Once you were somewhere safe, once you knew he wasnāt going anywhere, youād relax. After the news cycle covering your former employerās death died off, and the investigation went cold, you'd realize that you wouldn't get caught.Ā
And if you adjusted better than he hoped, maybe you could be his assistant.Ā
Or if not, maybe he could leave this life behind. Find something more stable. Part-time work, or something he could do from home to spend more time with you.
You fell back asleep on him, lashes fluttering as he ran over his next steps.Ā
He'd gotten rid of both your cells and tossed your wallet on the drive, slipping the sim cards out and destroying them when he got gas and paid in cash. Someone had probably found the body by now. He'd need to switch cars to pick up the payment from the drop off point, but that wouldn't be a problem.Ā
There was a payphone outside, one he could see from the window. He'd call Shiu from it in a few minutes, let you dream on him for a bit longer.Ā
The pay for this would be enough for fake passports, to buy some place off grid ā and install a state of the art security system. To keep intruders or officers investigating out.Ā
And more importantly, keep you inside.Ā
There was nothing better than a bonus for a job well done - especially one as pretty as you.
in which you catch actual softie leon kennedy crying for the first time.
a/n: the movie scene in question.
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The TV flickersāreds, greens, and blues casting the tears trailing down your cheeks in stark relief in the otherwise dark living room. They fall against fingers pressed tight, your palms cupping your face as a shield against the heartbreak of the scene in front of you.
You had convinced him to watch it. Animated, not his usual go-to for these rare movie nights. But it came on Sherryās recommendation, and you promised her you would get him to sit through it.
Now: a robot, the baby goose it found and raised, saying goodbye for good, the robotās final task complete.
The music swells alongside their farewell, their words left unsaid, and a sob chokes out of you in a quick, broken exhale.
āWhat the fuckā¦,ā you moan quietly, palms edging upward to cover your eyes on another hitched breath.
Leonās arm tightens around your shoulder, fingers caressing, and you drag your hands down just enough to look.
No shame in admitting it: you were a crier, and movies were a surefire way to see this in action. Which is why you expect to be met with his gaze on you, his usual soft, empathetic smile for the familiar wet tracks on your cheeks.
Instead, heās turned slightly away, rubbing at his eyes with his thumb and forefinger.
āLeon,ā you murmur, hoarse.
He doesnāt turn. Rather, he angles his face further out of sight, and you lean with him, the corners of your lips tugging upward.
You reach to cup his jaw, gentle where you try to urge him back toward you. āLeon Scott.ā
Fingers moving to massage his temple, he concedes to peek at you, and you nearly choke at his glassy eyes, the sheen of liquid rimming his lower lids.
āYou said Sherry told you to watch this,ā he manages, voice thick.
A nod and you soften, chest threatening to crack open. You contain it for fear of spoiling this for him.
He clears his throat, gaze traveling almost reluctantly back to the screen, adamās apple bobbing.
you shouldāve cut your loses while you had the chance, but instead of coming home to a peaceful afternoon with your boyfriend at the time, you came home to chaos. came home to him in your bed with another woman who he claimed was just a coworker. you shouldāve known better. but now that it was too late, you walked away with your tail ticked between your legs and a bag slung over you shoulder with your necessities.
you knew where you were going. you had always gone to him when times got tough at home. but it was a vicious cycle that you were going through, and not so shamefully youād do it over and over again until you felt like your heart was fixed. to be with your addiction in the form of a 50 something year old dirty blonde man who went by the name leon.
you werenāt sure when he became so important to you, when he became so vital in your survival with your toxic boyfriend. maybe it was when you met him at the bar in town, when he bought you drinks all night long and made you feel safe even though he was a stranger. he took you home that night and gave you his phone number after you vented about your relationshipā muttering out a ācall me when you need meā.
this time though, you didnāt call. you had acquired his address somewhere along the fine line of your friendship with him. when he was gone on his long, secret missions and you needed space his home was your safe place to go to. he gave his address in the snap of a finger as soon as you asked for it. maybe he felt the need to help someone so young and fragile, give them the life he never had at your age.
but whatever venom was in your veins, whatever baggage you came with or whatever you could possibly be going through leon would gladly drink it up. and he never had to wonder if you felt the same, because every time you showed up again it was a confirmation that you did in fact need the man to cope. however scary it was to you, you pushed it deep down and continued your ventures to him.
there was a moment where you thought that maybe you should walk away from leon, wondering if it was something wrong as you were already spoken for. but you never did anything with him, never kissed him, never fucked him. you always just went to him when you needed emotional comfort, what your boyfriend could never give you even if he tried. and leon was just too enticing to walk away from.
when his apartment complex came in to view, you picked up your walking pace a little more. you couldnāt wait to feel safe once and for all. going off the hope and prayer that leon would let you stay with him on a whim. in all these months of building a friendship with him you had at least a little bit of optimism. it was part of what was keeping you going right nowā not wanting to think of the unfortunate outcome that he turns you away or has found someone new to take pity on and take in.
along the way to leonās your phone had died and you couldnāt message him to send the code for his apartment. you would think that you would remember this, but in the state that you were inā beyond bewildered and distraught āyou couldnāt bring the memory on for the life of you. so you curled up at his door and waited for him to come home. it was the only thing you could do, having no vehicle to wait in.
now that you were dormant and away from the toxicity of your old household you found yourself finally relaxing and realizing that at the end of the day maybe you were the prey in your situation. a beast of a man had found you and destroyed you until you had no other choice but to leave, praying for the woman he had coerced into bed with him. though it wasnāt your problem anymore you couldnāt help but cry.
howeverā after hours of keeping yourself together you let it all go at leonās doorstep, the tears and sudden onslaught of emotions drifting you off into a light sleep though you fought so hard to stay awake. you simply had enough and despite being so exposed and left in the open where anything can happen you couldnāt help but find it easy to just give in and give up. you made a vow to not caring about anything until you laid your eyes on leon.
āoh my sweet girl, what happened? look at you, fucking gonna kill that son of a bitch if he hurt you.ā the rough and angry voice of the man you wanted to be with right now was what broke your light sleep, opening your eyes to the sight of him crouched in front of you on the ground. he always knew that you only came to him if something with your partner had gone wrong or if you needed a breather, so he was right in assuming that the āson of a bitchā did in fact do something wrong.
but leon looked concerned and you didnāt like it, simply because you hated worrying the poor man. he didnāt deserve your baggage, but even if you tried to protest that he would shut you down so fast. he cared about you, loved you even. and all without even being in a relationship with you, you didnāt know what you did to deserve thisā him.
āleon..ā you could only say his name before an onslaught of new tears had settled in, dampening your plush cheeks as his hand lifted to try and wipe them away. it was something that he was trained to do by now, having been in this position with you before. heād gladly wipe your tears away any day though, as long as it meant he made you laugh afterwards. to cheer you up as he knew best.
but he couldnāt help but think that this time was differentā your small backpack was a dead giveaway.
ācome on, letās go inside now. iāll make you some coffee.ā he helped you to your feet and steadied you as you stumbled slightly from the rush you felt in your head. god, you felt so weak and patheticā embarrassed even. things never shouldāve gotten this bad, but you were an idiot for believing that your boyfriend could ever be something more.
as soon as you stepped foot into the familiar apartment, fully engulfed in the scent of leonā cedar and whiskey ā you felt yourself melt. like nothing had happened, like you didnāt just get cheated on and gutted from the inside out for catching them in the act. the thought alone made you want to curl in a ball and die all over again, but how could you when you had the whole world in the form of a man in front of you?
a man that kept you feeling safe and alive at that.
āthank you, for everything,ā you began, but earned a confused look from the dirty blonde. to him it sounded like you were going to end something that he wasnāt so sure that he wanted to think of right now. āi mean for your kindness. for making me feel safe. for supporting me all this time even though you donāt have to.ā you shuffled awkwardly towards the kitchen island and hopped on top of the counter. a routine you had by now.
āyou donāt have to thank me sweetheart, you mean a lot to me and iām glad to be that safe person for you.ā he chuckled in somewhat of a relieved way as he set down his duffle bag from work and began making you that coffee he offered. ābut where is this coming from? was it him? do i need to do some damage or what?ā he tried his best to lighten the mood, but your frown was persistent.
āyou know me too well leon, have i ever mentioned that?ā in your own way you were trying to avoid telling the story that broke you down in ways you didnāt realize were possible in your stage of life, but as the man before you didnāt respond with anything to your question you frowned and knew that you had no other choice. āyeah, something happened. came home to him and another woman in my bed.ā
āi was not kidding when i said that iām going to kill him. dead serious sweetheart.ā leon huffed immediately, fists gripping the edge of the counter so tight that his knuckles turned white. his face turned a light red as his anger rose at the fact that someone like your boyfriend could ever do that to someone so sweet as you. he knew that you loved hard, that you devoted your every being to that man. no that title was too generous in leonās opinionā boy was more like it.
āas much as iād like to take you up on that, i think itāll only do you harm in the end. heās not worth it, but maybe i deserved it, itās what i getā ya know?ā before you could let him answer you spoke again, voice on the verge of breaking once again as you slouched down in defeat.
ābut itās too late to untangle myself from that web, itās too late to regret anything. i know i shouldāve broke it off earlier, but i didnāt. now? i donāt know what to do. itās why i came here this time.ā you took a deep breath in, pointing to you backpack that laid limp against the island you were perched on. āi need somewhere to stay.ā
your words broke leon inside, his demeanour softening at how broken you sounded. how helpless youāre eyes read. god he would do anything to make you happy again, to make you forget that asshole and to make you feel alive again. to feel like you could untangle yourself from the hypothetical āwebā that you thought you were stuck in. because god knows that you werenāt stuck, you just needed someone to treat you like the angel you were. that he knew you were.
ādonāt say that sweet girl. you donāt deserve that and it isnāt too late. you can regret whatever you want but in the end itās his loss. he lost an angel, you lost a devil. if i were you iād take the latter.ā he smiled warmly, extending his arm out with a fully made coffee in a nice red mug in your direction. you gladly took the liquid gold and began lightly sipping as he cleaned his small mess. āand of course you can stay here, who am i to say no to such an angel?ā
āhow do you do that leon?ā you paused to take another sip, moaning at how good it tasted as you gently tapped your heals against the island while trying to hide the blush that fell upon your cheeks, āhow do you know just what to say to me?ā
āi know what to say to you because i care about you, i want you to be okay. to be happy.ā he stepped closer to you and once again lifted his arm, but this time it was to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear that had gotten in the way of the eyes he loved to see so much. āand you deserve to be treated with the upmost respect a man can give.ā
you unintentionally pressed your cheek into his palm before he could have a chance to pull away. you couldnāt help yourself in the end, he was warm and welcomingā like a life line.
maybe it was because you were overly emotional, emotionally destroyed, or just the fact that maybe you now realized that leon had in fact treated you like a goddess from the minute he met youā but you couldnāt help but want to kiss him right now. you couldnāt help but want to find comfort in the way you imagined he tasted. and youād be lying is you told yourself it was the first time this want had been cast down on you.
āand what would that treatment be?ā you questioned, voice coming off more sultry than either of you expected. you placed the half empty mug down beside you as you awaited his answer. the anticipation made your heart raceā or was it the fact that leon was touching you so gently?
āthat treatment would be to have someone love you unconditionally for starters,ā he began, stepping another inch closer to you as his thumb now caressed the soft skin of your cheek, āto worship the ground you walk on,ā you watched as he suddenly pooled to the ground in front of you on his knees, āand to praise how good you treat them any minute they could.ā
your heart was now hammering hard within the confinement of your ribcage, your body trembling unintentionally, and your mind fogging over with that of lust as leon looked up at you through thick blonde lashes. his steel blue eyes were nearly overtaken by his pupils as they blew wide, and you knew exactly why as you scanned his bodyā eyes stopping on the semi hard-on that he had in his work slacks. he was seemingly un-phased though.
āand what if i told you that right now, the person that treats me all of those ways without fail is right in front of me?ā you questioned him again, cheeks flushing red as he chuckled lowly. you soundly help but to extend your hands to cup his flushing cheeks, caressing under his eyes with your thumbs in content.
āwell then iāll be damned, because there isnāt any way that i deserve an angel like the one thatās in front of me now.ā he confessed, leaning his head forward to lay a kiss upon the inside of your thigh. the gesture made you shiver physically, gasping lightly at the tingling sensation his lips left in their wake. you had been caught of guard by how bold the both of you were being suddenly, but you didnāt take the moment for granted at all.
āleon?ā you took a deep breath, shaky hands finding their way into the older manās silky smooth hair. what you were about to say would either ruin your friendship with him or blossom into something more. you would rather the second option in this very moment, part of you knowing that he would agree to anything you proposed.
āyes sweetheart?ā his eyes fluttered closed as his name fell from your lips for the millionth time, but nonetheless it was music to his earsā just as much as your fingers in his hair was like the feeling of crossing the bridge to heaven. he swore he could die a happy man right now.
āplease, show me how to be loved properly.ā your words came off as more of a beg than you intended, but youād be damned if youād have it any other way. you wanted to sound desperate for him, to show him how badly you needed him and wanted him right now and for the rest of your life. because even though heād been a great friend, now that you were free from your loyalties you couldnāt help but want moreā to be ready for more.
āyouāre sure thatās what you want?ā he asked, as if he thought youād say no. the way that your cheeks blossomed red so quickly, how your hands tangled in his hair as if they wanted to pull him closer to where he knew you wanted him most. he would also be a fool for denying someone like you, so pretty and ready for him. hellā he had wanted you for so long it killed him inside.
āi donāt think iāve ever been so sure of something in my whole life leon.ā and when you smiled down at him so sweetly and innocently, it was all the confirmation he needed to stand to his feet and pull you into a kiss that felt so raw and heated it nearly made his knees wobble.
it grew desperate and deep, all teeth and tongue and saliva. neither one of you wanted to pull away for air, causing you to gasp in between motions. but god neither of you could help it, both embracing the breathlessness as the desperation grew deeper and deeper that it felt like you were going to slip through the lines of reality. for once you felt like your poison was sweet enough for someone, and leon couldnāt help but to like it just how it was.
āgod sweetheart, you have no idea how long iāve been waiting for you to say that.ā he rasped out as he finally broke the kiss and rested his forehead against yours. you couldnāt help but whine at the loss of contact, hands gripping his biceps so tightā like if you let go the moment would be over forever.
though you wanted to say something back you simply couldnāt, too caught in the moment that all you could do is moan out and press your lips against his again. you knew that he understood that you wanted nothing but the same since you laid eyes on him, it was written all over the way your body reacted to him. how you arched your back into him, how you rolled your body and ground against his knee that was pressed against your sopping heat.
it drove him crazy in ways that not even he could explain. you knew it too. one of the many things you loved about the man before you was that he understood nearly everything about you, inside and out. even before this night, he could read you like an open book. and that was proved to you even more when he stepped backā snaking a hand between the two of you, palming your cunt before slipping two fingers along you clothed slit.
the sound that was wrung out of you by him made his entire body shiver, lips pulling away to take it how he could only ever imagine your face was. and what he saw nearly took his breath away, ālook at you.ā he rasped, eyes dark with lust as they bored into yours, āthis is how you look when your loved properly.ā
āleon..,ā you mewled, āfuck please keep going, show me more.ā the plea was desperate as it left your puffy pink lips, eyes dropping to watch as he teased you through your tracks. a visible wet mark was forming strongly against the contrast of the light grey fabric and you couldnāt help but loll your head back in pleasureā giving leon access to leave wet, open mouthed kisses along your pulse point.
ādonāt worry baby, iāll show you for as long as you need.ā he confirmed, voice so deep that it vibrated your throat and drew a strung out high pitched moan from deep within you. āiāll make you forget that bastard, make you remember my touch instead.ā
you could cry right now with the amount of care you felt dripping off of leon. how his fingers caressed every inch of exposed skin on your body, how he took his time and made sure that you understood just how much he means the words he says. this was never something you felt with your boyfriend beforeā always rushing like you were just a toy that he needed to use to get a quick fix before he was on to the next best thing.
youād never had words of affirmation, words that made you feel so safe and like you were the only girl in the world. instead you were degraded, you were beat down by harsh words. maybe it was what made leon want to talk to you the way he was right now, maybe itās what made him was to worship you like the goddess he thought you were.
whatever it was, you were beyond thankful for it. especially when he tugged at the hem of your tank top as a signal that he wanted it off. you pulled back just an inch away from himā enough room to pull it off of your body and over you head before dropping it to the ground beside your bag. and when you finally looked back into those steel blue eyes of his you couldnāt help but feel your panties soak more.
leonās pupils were so blown out with lust that you could barely see the colour anymore, like he just got a fix of his addiction in the form of you with your tits out and ready for him to use anyway he wanted. the thought made you shiver underneath his hard gaze, drawing him back to reality for a moment before offering a lopsided smile.
āas if you couldnāt get more beautiful baby,ā he raised a hand, not bothering with permission at this point, and grasped your soft breast in his big hand. the contrast of how rough his skin looked against you supple flesh made him moan lowly, connecting his lips back to yours in another passionate make out. all the while he was squeezing and toying your nipple between his thumb and index digits.
as much as you looked beautiful, your sounds were out of this world as leonās ears took them in with one hundred percent concentration. how could he not? ālove those sounds.ā leon couldnāt help but make it a point to call it out as it was, he thought that you were so beyond enticing this way.
āall for me.ā
āiām such a lucky man.ā
āno son of a bitch deserves to hear your beautiful voice like this sweetheart, not even me.ā
all the words you needed to hear were rasped out into your ear as he dropped your breasts, both hands moving in tandem to pull you off the counter and into his arms as he moved you to his bedroom. he placed you ever so gently on the plush mattress and grabbed the waist band of your pants, eyes staring into your soul for any signs of hesitationā when none was found he yanked your tracks off, underwear coming with them slowly peeling away from your soaked pussy.
you felt small under his gaze, like you could curl into a ball and die even more as his mouth falls slack looking at your body naked for the first time. it was like it was his first time seeing a woman nude all over again, dick growing so hard that it hurt from behind the zipper confines of his slacksā not for long though as he quickly slipped out of his compression tee and undid his pants.
he then brought two fingers up to run along the now bare folds that glistened so sweetly in the dim light of his bedroom. then and there leon realized that he could get used to this live in situation if it meant that he got to see just how wet he made you every single gruelling day. maybe his job would be worth it if he got to come home and rub your sensitive clit in slow circles like he was now.
āfuck leonā feels so good.ā you moaned, not caring how loud you got. you were hooked on the feeling of your orgasm slowly building up. one of which you hadnāt had in months now, or maybe hadnāt had ever. the waves rippling through your stomach were like no other, sending pleasure throughout your entire being.
and when he stuck two fingers inside of your tight cunt, it made every wave double. your body couldnāt help but to arch against his, legs propped up slightly so you could grind down on his hand as he scissored you open. that blissful coil that had been winding tight finally felt like it was going to spill over the edge so deliciously.
you whined out, āshit! shit! shit! iām gonnaā iām go-ā you could barely even finish your sentence before you came hard, cunt gripping his fingers as it flutters through the pleasure.
āgod sweetheart thatās it, fucking soaking my fingers like a good girlā mhmm.ā leon praised, watching as he brought one finger to his mouthā sucking your honey off of the digit like it was his last meal. tongue swirling, eyes fluttering closed, head lolling back. you could cum again just from the sight, until he came to and brought the second finger up to your lipsā urging you to do as he did. and when you complied, my god did he nearly break right there.
āfuuuuuck,ā he dragged the word with a throaty moan as your mimicked how you would suck his dick on his finger, āhow could anyone hurt you when youāre this good huh? tasting yourself on my finger like this.ā with his free hand he reached up to tuck a strand of stray hair behind your ears, looking at you with so much love and adoration that you felt like crying for what felt like the millionth time.
you release his finger with a pop, ādunno leon, never got praised like this beforeā never felt like this before.ā your confession is what brought of the watery eyes, tears now threatening to spill instead of just thinking about it. āno oneās looked at me like this before, like they love me. you love me right leon?ā
to anyone else this may have been a bold question to ask, especially when the circumstance was how it was now between you and the dirty blonde. you had been friends for nearly the entirety of your relationship with your now ex-boyfriend, always a hint of yearning in between the lines. but now that your losses were cut you felt free to be able to express how you wanted to be treated, how you wanted to be loved. and leon understood that so much that you almost couldnāt believe it.
āmy sweet girl, i love you so fucking much of hurts. you have no idea,ā he leaned down and pressed soft kisses to the side of your neck, āyou deserve this baby, deserve the world. deserve anything a poor man could give. and trust me, iāll give it all to you. whatever you ask, whatever you want or need.ā as he spoke he had settled between your legs, pressing his now unclothed cock on the sensitive folds of your pussy. you couldnāt help but moan as fears spilt freely now, the feeling resembling nothing coherent to you right now.
your brain was fogged and engulfed by leon that you hadnāt even realized that he was now lining himself with your entranceā no spit or lube needed āand began pushing gently into your still, almost too tight, fluttering hole.
āall i need is you.ā you sobbed out, hands flying to his backā gripping at his muscular frame as he stretched you wide, inch by inch, until he was all the way in and brushing against your cervix already. āitās all iāve ever neededā ngghh, fuck!ā
he started moving at a slow pace, moving one of your legs to drape over his shoulder so he could get a full few of your entire body as he fucked you like heās never done before. the feeling was so raw and desperate, so lustful and passionate. it wasnāt one of those one night stand quick fucks that last 5 minutesā no. it was one in which leon felt like he could never live without now, like your pussy was made specifically for him as it squelched around his cock. he was even more addicted than ever.
āthatās it baby, take itā what you deserve. to feel so goodā fuck your milking it sweet girl.ā as his thrusts came down, yours went up to meet them, chasing your impending second orgasm as the all too familiar feeling springs into your lower abdomen again. his words of praise and pure filth spurring you on to move faster against him, you knew you deserved him.
āgod leon!ā you practically screamed, though your voice was straining against the harsh contrast of pleasure spilling over the edge, ākeep talking to me, fuck iām gonna cum againā¦ please.ā you begged again, knowing that only makes him weaker.
āi know baby, i can feel you squeezing me like the good girl you are,ā he moaned loudly, thrusts becoming deeper and sloppier as his own release was being chased with precision. every slick noise that came from your pussy was like a mantra to him as his ears began ringing, stars threatening to cover his vision of the angel beneath himā his name falling from your lips like a perfect harmony to your sex.
ācome on sweet girl, cum on my cock.ā the final words that broke you fell from leonās mouth as he leaned in, just barely folding you in half to press his lips against yoursā tongue entering your mouth as you reciprocated, orgasm crashing over you so hard that you couldnāt think or talk. you were a babbling and moaning mess beneath him, causing his own release to crash over him. white, thick ropes of cum spurting into you as if he couldnāt comprehend to pull out for the life of him.
āfuck i love you so much leon.ā you whined out against his lips, grinding your hips to wring out the last few waves of pleasure that you had lingering.
āi love you too sweet girl, iāll show you until i physically canāt anymore.ā and for once, you never had to question if a man was lying about his intention.
and best part was? you werenāt the prey anymore.
| just an older leon blurbā¦. my beautiful sweet manā¦. (fluff) āā§Ā°š²Ö¼š¢
āDoll.ā
You hear a smoky voice huff out, heavy, yet laced with a certain softness, only concerned for you. You can practically imagine the weight of his shoulders and the shake of his head, tossing a silver-lined tendril to the side of his forehead with a sigh as his booted steps stumble through the door of his apartment.
His tired silhouette fills the doorframe of the bedroom as his white pleated comforter covers the length of you. The broadness of his shoulders and shape of his biceps illuminate from the back glow of his warm, lit kitchen, painting a soft smile on your face as you sit up with open arms.
Wordlessly, your Leon crosses to your figure, enveloping you in a slump as his weight gently crashes upon you. Your fingers slip softly under the hem of his tight shirt, framing the familiarity of his body in hushed whispers against the pink of his ear.
āMissed you, lovey.ā
The gravel lap of his voice swirls against your collarbone as he nuzzles his nose into your scented skin, his chapped lips ducked into the pool of your clavicle.
You let out a hum, vibrating against his pressed features as they melt against the warmth of your flesh. The smile that drags out from Leonās core at the simplest of sounds from your lips should be damn right embarrassing, but heās too comfortable against you to care.
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