"When you said you could help me relax, this wasn't what I imagined." Bob awkwardly chuckled, breathing starting to grow ragged.
Your hands roamed his covered torso, your seated position on his thighs allowing you to easily move them. He didn't stop you from moving lower, practically leaning into the light touch.
Bob followed your lead as you gripped the bottom of his shirt, dragging the loose piece up. Without pulling his eyes off of you he lifted his arms, allowing you to easily slip the shirt off, tossing it onto the floor behind you.
"Do you want me to stop?" You asked, bringing your face inches from his.
"No no I—please keep touching me." He stammered.
"Begging already?" Your hands glided across now bare muscles making Bob shiver underneath your fingers. "This’ll be fun.”
"Thought I was too young for you?" You whispered, trying to give off an aura of confidence as your thighs started to burn.
John groaned, nails starting to dig into the skin of your waist as he tried desperately to gain some type of control. He threw his head back as you mimicked him, dragging your own nails across his bare chest.
"Fuck—you are." He barely managed to get out, chest heaving under your hands.
Despite his words, John's hips started to buck into your own, matching your pace with almost perfect precision.
The sudden force causes you to fall forward, catching yourself seconds before your face landed against him. Instead you used the new position to move your lips inches from his ear, making sure he heard your next words.
Hiiiiii! I absolutely love your Harry potter work,and i was wondering if you can make a Neville longbottom blurb where basically they just had intimacy and neville is a moaning whining mess begging dom reader to hug him (but reader doesnt make him BEG beg) and reader then let's him rest of her chest.
Thank you for the request! <3 Suggestive content.
You both were drenched in sweat, you were starting to be all too aware of the gross film that was settling on your skin now that you were coming back down. Neville was still lost somewhere up there, high pitched whines leaving his throat every few seconds as his muscles twitched.
"Please." He mumbled, hand shooting out towards you absentmindedly.
"Please?" You asked, grabbing his hand and turning your head to him. Neville nodded, whimpering as he tried to move closer to you. "Please what baby?"
He didn't reply, instead he tried to pull your hand towards him. He was a whimpering mess, his chest still heaving as he tried to catch his breath. A loud whine leaving him when you pulled yours back.
"You know better." You murmured with an instinctive pointed look. "Use your words Nev."
"Want to-" He started, having a hard time getting any words out. "Want to lay on you." The breathless words came out, barely audible, but just enough.
You chuckled, throwing your arms around him and pulling him into you to the best of your ability. Neville quickly followed your lead, shuffling closer to you until his head was laying against your bare chest. He sighed into your skin, his shoulders relaxing instantly.
Helloooo i absolutely love your work and i was wondering if you could do a neville longbottom oneshot where basically reader and neville are dating but haven't done anything extreme, and one day in the library neville is reading book and reader comes and just plops down on his lap neville being his shy self just lets it happen but reader keeps moving a bit to much and of course Neville being a virgin, it gets him hard
Thank you for the ask! I hope this is somewhat of what you wanted <3
Includes: dry humping, inexperienced Neville, public intimacy, no PinV, established relationship
1.4k words 18+ content, characters written 22+
Neville was anxious. Even though you said yes when he awkwardly asked you out months ago, it seemed like he was still on edge about whether or not this was real. He was always cautious when it came to anything physical, making it so you always had to take the lead with the simplest things.
It was cute at first, knowing he didn't want to potentially do anything wrong. That being said, it was starting to get on your nerves. You could hardly get a kiss to last longer than a minute without him pulling away and changing direction.
You knew he wanted to be closer to you; you could feel the stares long before you were together. So, you knew this move wasn't much of a risk. He told you he was going to spend the night studying, worried about the exams coming up, in two weeks. The timeline made you confident nobody else was going to be anywhere near the library so he wouldn't have the need to worry about his friends.
Thankfully you were right. Neville was the only living thing in the room, besides you now. It was so quiet that he managed to hear your footsteps despite you being on the other side of it.
"Hi." He said, a small smile on his face. "What are you doing down here? You should be asleep." His tone of concern bled through the happiness.
"Wanted to see you." You whispered, everything sounded so much louder in the empty room.
"Oh!" Neville exclaimed in surprise. "Do you want to join me? This subjects actually a bit interesting."
He started to ramble about the book he was reading, talking about how it was more interesting than the class itself. He didn't notice that you started to walk closer to the table his books were scattered across, not until you were next to him.
You placed your hand on his shoulder, making his gaze turn to you. With a smile you nodded towards the book, urging him to continue his talk.
He did so with a nervous smile, reacting heavily to the soft touch. You waited, trying to gauge when his focus was back on the book so he wouldn't panic.
Neville gasped, stammering as you sat on his lap, facing towards the table. It felt awkward at first, he froze at the new situation, eyes burning into the side of your head.
"Is this okay?" You asked, breaking the nerve wracking silence.
"Yeah! Yeah it's okay totally okay." He whispered, face flushing bright red.
Despite it being foreign territory, he didn't freak out like you'd expected. So, you leaned back, trying to make yourself comfortable.
It didn't really occur to you how much you were moving, you were honestly just trying to sit in a way that didn't have your knees ramming into the old wood table. In your head you were just happy to be this close to him.
Neville however was struggling. He was trying to focus on the book, anything other than the weight of you. He felt like he couldn't breathe, any movement only made the problem worse.
He didn't tell you, didn't ask you to move as all the blood in his body rushed to his cock. You hadn't stopped moving since you sat down, only creating more and more friction.
It didn't take long for you to feel the new problem for your boyfriend. A small gasp left you once you realized he was suddenly pressing against your thighs.
You felt a bit evil, but Neville had always been the type that needed a bit of a push into things. So, you kept moving, purposefully angling yourself in a way that would create the most pressure. One specific move made him react, hips bucking up quickly.
"I'm so sorry." Neville said, voice cracking halfway through. "I didn't mean to I—I'm sorry please—please don't hate me." He had tears starting to well in his eyes.
"Neville it's okay!" You replied, turning your body fully in his lap to look at him. "We are dating you know, I'd hope I'd have this type of effect on you. " You laughed, trying to lighten the mood.
A sniffle came from the man below you, lip quivering as he tried to calm himself down. You reached your hands up to his face, wiping the fallen tears off with the pads of your thumbs.
"Are you sure?" He whispered, still worried.
"Positive. Been trying to get you to do more than kiss me for weeks." Neville's eyes went wide at the admission, shifting in his seat pushing his cock against your covered core.
Both of you gasped, you fell forward slightly at the movement. Neville groaned as you caught yourself, planting your hands on his chest.
"Didn't know." He mumbled, eyes now focused on your hands. "I just, didn't want to rush into things. I don't know how long you're supposed to wait on this stuff." His words were rushed, causing him to take a deep breath after them.
You shifted your hips, purposeful this time. Neville gasped, hands instinctively shooting to your waist in a half assed attempt to keep you steady. You could feel his breath quicken under your hands, chest rising and falling in quick succession.
Silence filled the air, both of you waiting for the other to say stop. After what felt like ages, Neville moved, testing the waters. When you did nothing but smile down at him, he bucked his hips once again.
"Is this okay?" He asked, tightening his grip slightly, only noticeable due to your heighten senses.
"Yes." You whispered, trying to hide the enjoyment from your face. "We can go as far as you want Nev." He let out a shakey breath at the reassurance.
He muttered something under his breath, words too jumbled for you to process. Before you could ask for clarification Neville leaned up towards you, gently pressing his lips against yours.
You kissed back, barley able to keep his slow pace due to your own excitement at the moment. It had you all but bouncing in your seat, pushing against him with a new level of pressure that had his head spinning.
"Can you—Merlin—help me? Guide me, something ,please." Neville tried to ask, cutting himself off throughout the question with hushed moans.
With a nod you pressed your lips together, starting to move then slowly against one another. He moaned when you grinded yourself against him, allowing you to carefully slide your tongue across the chapped lips with ease.
The act made him moan louder, hands finally tightening beyond their light grip. You could feel his nails starting to dig through the layers of fabric separating you both in an attempt to ground himself.
You paused your hips, only continuing the kiss to see his reaction. When you were met with a whine you knew you could keep going, that he needed you too.
Quickly you pulled away, scanning the library around the both of you to make sure nobody came in while you were distracted. Once you had the clear you turned back to Neville; he was staring up at you with a look of sheer desperation that had your heart racing.
With the new eagerness you fully ground yourself against him. Your hands gripped onto his broad shoulders, using it as leverage.
Neville moaned against your lips once again, putting more power into the kiss as he started to fight back against your control, not enough to want to take it over but enough for you to notice.
He mimicked you, hips pushing against hips with the same intensity and pattern, his hands tightening their grip on your waist any time yours dug into his shoulders.
You fell into a rhythm, a slow, yet chaotic rhythm. Neville could hardly handle it, his moans echoing off the walls, still managing despite being muffled by your lips.
It didn't take long for his movements to start becoming frantic. He was trying to control it, you could tell by the way his legs stiffened below you once he started to buck into you on his own.
"You close baby?" You said breathless, the new affection slipping through without much thought.
He nodded, repeating the pet name under his breath as his eyes starred deep into yours. You took imitative and sped up your hips, sending his head flying back at the sudden change. Mumbled apologies started to flow as he twitched beneath the rough jeans, the color growing darker as the seconds passed.
"You're so pretty." Neville murmured, a smile on his face as his breathing slowed.
"So are you." You replied, steadying yourself as your hips slowed.
"Do you need-" He trailed off, evident in what he was asking but the embarrassment flooding his face. "I don't know how but-" You cut him off.
Hey Hey!!! this might be too specific for you to do which would be completely fine! but if you wanted to it would be so so awesome if you could write a Neville x fem! reader who is just a total loser like max 3 friends, pervert (but respectful...), awkward, doesn't shave, the type to collect gooner figures kind if thing. that's the general vibe you don't have to add all of those lol! sorry if this is kind of a strange ask but i thought it would be silly to see their dynamic with Neville (ofc 18+ version) really didn't get the best sex ed or a big exposure to sexual stuff being with a total perverted freak
Hi!! As much as I appreciate the ask, I don’t really know how I would do this especially as a blurb. Sorry for the late reply but I’m brainstorming and I feel as though I could definitely do a more perverted reader approach rather than the specifics if that’d be good! It isn’t exactly my area of expertise but I could try!
Okay so a little life update to explain where I’ve been.
I had a false positive of sorts (long story) on a bloodwork thing and have been waiting for a specialist appointment that I had today. I basically now have to monitor my levels for the next year and potentially forever to make sure it was in fact a false positive.
I started medication that should help me feel better! And I have finals today and tomorrow so after that I should be able to kinda destress myself.
I’m in a very weird state emotionally that has caused me to be pretty much half out of it constantly. This medication should help me feel better within the next 1-2 weeks so I’m hoping I can write a fuck ton! I’ve had so many ideas but I’ve been sleeping 12+ hours half the time so I haven’t had the energy to write.
I’m hoping to be more of myself soon. I’m gonna try and do everything I can to get there, but a lot of it is time and patience for medications and stuff.
Summary: You’ve never been the one to try and pick someone up at a bar, especially one where the entire demographic is twice your age. Yet, you couldn’t pull your eyes off of him. What’s the harm in buying him a drink?
Includes: Insecure Leon, mild sub!Leon, mild dom! Reader, age gap, stranger hookup, unprotected sex, implied birth control, oral(both), pushing cum back inside, Maam, sweetheart, good boy.
5.7k words
Bar hopping for a bachelorette party means going to all the modern and loud clubs where you're guaranteed to get multiple drinks bought for you and hit on too many times to count. The first club was like that, you'd already debated how much your eardrums could take for the night before you'd even left.
The second however, was nothing of the sort. It was your friends, the bachelorette herself, uncles bar. The bar itself felt like it was out of an old western movie, the people inside of it similar. You could tell most people were here to drown their sorrows after whatever hell of a day they'd had.
You were people watching while your friend talked with her uncle, the others taking pictures with the weirdly accurate cow statue by the door.
He stood out, somehow, this looked to be his scene really, but for some reason your eyes were drawn to him instantly.
He was older than you, that you could tell. The part of his face you could see had a scowl covering it, the wrinkles muddying some of his features. He was blond, but there were grays peaking through the messy hair and slight scruff covering his chin.
You couldn't look away. Something about him kept pulling your gaze back no matter how many times you tried to fight it. Thankfully you had just enough drinks in your system to act on it.
It was a move typically used on you, but one that got your foot in the door. You watched as the bartender refilled his drink, motioning towards you when he looked confused. You waved when he looked over at you, your smile probably bordering on creepy.
The man nodded with a small smile, drinking half of whatever it was in one go. In the short time you took to look over at your friends he made his way over to you.
"It's normally the other way around you know." He said, pulling your attention away from the group. He was more captivating up close. The rough tone in his voice adding to the look of him. "The older man buys the drink for the pretty young lady, didn't expect the opposite." He chuckled, making you have to swallow harder so you didn't drool in front of the poor man.
"I didn't expect to be doing it." You barely managed to say.
"Leon, Leon Kennedy." He said with a smirk, holding his hand out towards you like this was some job interview.
You replied with your name, following his format despite the mild confusion at the professionalism. His hand matched him, the calluses against your skin making your face burn slightly.
"You uh—you come here often?" You asked, wanting to smack yourself at the awkward question.
"I do. You don't." You found yourself staring at his lips as he spoke, and by the turn of them he saw it too. "Your party find the wrong bar?"
"My friends uncle owns it, she wanted to come say hi." You quickly responded, nodding towards where your friends were laughing with the man.
"Damn really making me feel old there, I went to school with the man."
You rushed out an apology only to be laughed off by the older man. The conversation started to flow into a casual exchange.
Leon told you about how he knew your friends uncle, the whole story of them reconnecting after Leon got promoted and moved a few blocks away. He told you what he deemed the cooler stories of his job, ones that if he wasn't so tattered and buff looking you'd have thought was a lie from an action movie you didn't watch.
He asked about your friend, how the two of you knew each other and what the big celebration was for. Despite his line of work he seemed to miss the big "bachelorette" sash she was wearing.
It was hard to tell how long the two of you were talking. You didn't realize any time had passed until you heard your friends calling your name by the door.
"Fuck um shit-"
"I think your friends are waiting for you." Leon commented, stating the obvious.
"Yeah we have like three other places they want to go to, fuck." Your voice strained as your annoyance at the circumstance grew.
He was about to make a joke, you could tell by the look in his eyes after he'd done it twenty times already tonight. Your friends cut him off, walking over and pulling you off of the stool you were too comfortable on.
Thankfully you came to your senses as you all approached the door, managing to pry yourself out of their hands for a moment and making your way back over to Leon. He was following your steps as you ended up standing right in front of him.
"Will you be here in an hour?" You asked, eyes practically burning through his.
"I can be." He said, voice an octave lower than before. "Three more places is going to take you longer than an hour sweetheart." It took everything in you to keep yourself upright at the new nickname.
"An hour is how long it'll take until they won't notice I left." You stammered, any confidence you had long gone. "I'd go with you right now if I could."
"Take your time, go have fun." Leon whispered, barely audible over the somber music. "If you still want this, afterwards, I'll be here." The slight self deprecation in his tone had you reeling.
One final look back to your friends had you walking across the bar with a scowl. The only thoughts running through your head being ones of Leon and how you're friends were delaying you from seeing the man in his full glory.
"When I said you should try and get laid, that is not what I meant." Your friend, the bachelorette, laughed the second you stepped out of the bar.
"At least he's kinda hot, old but hot." Another one defended you, sort of.
There were a lot of jokes thrown as you all made your way to the club a few blocks over. Comments about finding someone your own age, but none of it phased you. All you could think about was getting back to that old fucking bar.
—
You did make it back. Forty seven minutes later. The second you pushed open the door your eyes scanned the now fuller crowd.
He hadn't moved. Still sat on the same stool you left him in. The only thing that had changed was the drink in front of him. The bottle of water was almost entirely gone, depleting more as he brought it to his lips.
The second he put the bottle back down he looked towards you, almost as if he felt eyes on him. His lips turned up when he saw you, nodding towards the free stool next to him.
"Hasn't been an hour yet." Leon commented as you sat down. "Sneak out early?" He laughed at his own joke.
"The 'bachelor's' showed up. Unannounced." You groaned, thinking back to the interaction. "They can't keep track of that many people, perfectly annoying opportunity."
"You don't seem enthused despite the escape." He fully turned towards you, cocking his head with an inquisitive look.
"They kept trying to set me up with one of them, even tripped me into him at one point." You groaned again, sliding down to rest your head against your forearm that was flat on the counter.
"Ah, the young, hot, bachelor not your type?" He chuckled, leaning his head on his hand to keep eye contact with you.
"Not since I saw you." You mumbled, just loud enough for him to hear it.
"Oh sweetheart." He matched your volume.
His eyes softened, staring at you as if you'd just told him your life story. After a few moments he sat up, you followed suit watching as he called over the bartender. He slid a bill that was definitely larger than what he owed across the counter before standing, holding his hand out to you.
You took it, following him as he led you out of the bar. His hand tightened around yours as he started to walk away from the bar.
"Are you okay to walk a few blocks or do you need me to carry you?" Leon asked, pausing in his path. "If you still want to go home with me, that is." You laughed, stepping closer to him.
"I don't need you to carry me to your place." You whispered, leaning so close to him that your lips brushed against his cheek. "But, if I ask nicely, would you please?"
Leon didn't respond, instead quickly sliding an arm behind yours legs and pulling you upwards until your arms wrapped around his neck with a gasp. You felt your heart pounding as you held yourself against him, sure that he could feel it.
"No need to beg, I'll give you whatever you want from me."
—
Leon took you straight to his bedroom, setting you gently onto the soft sheets of his bed. And then, sat next to you. There was an awkward silence that filled the room, forcing you to sit in the tension mixed air for way too long.
He seemed nervous, as if you weren't desperate to be in his bed for the last few hours. The man was large, intimating beyond description, but he was the nervous one.
"Are you okay?" You asked, anxious to break the silence. "Didn't come home with you just to sit on your bed you know." You attempted to joke.
"Of course, it's just—it's been a while." He shrugged, finally turning to look at you. "With my job, I don't get out much. Never much of a priority anymore."
"If you don't want-"
"I do." Leon cut you off, reaching one of his hands out to your face and brushing a strand of hair behind you ear. "Is this what you want? You have someone your age waiting back at a bar for you if you'd prefer."
You laughed, genuinely and loudly catching the man off guard. You moved your body closer to his, only stopping when your leg was right against his.
"Honestly?" You whispered, leaning your face closer to his. "The only thing I've thought about since I bought you that drink was how you'd look above me."
Leon leaned in, lips pressing against yours in a soft and careful manner. You reciprocated, moving your lips against his in an attempt to set a quicker pace.
Much to your shock he followed, not fighting for control as most would. Testing your luck, you grazed your tongue against his lips. Almost instantly his parted, allowing you to slide your tongue into his mouth meshing perfectly with his own.
He groaned into the kiss as you brought your hands to his shoulders, digging your fingers into the muscles. Large hands shot to your waist, holding carefully but unmoving.
"You can sit on my lap, if you want." Leon whispered into the kiss.
You quickly moved to do so. Knees caging his thick thighs as they dug into the mattress. His bulge evident against your covered core from this position, you shuttered before shifting to allow more of it to press against you.
"Why do I feel like you're going to do whatever the fuck I want you to?" You asked, a seductive tone lacing your voice despite the slight joking manner.
"You did buy me a drink." He said with a small smile.
You pulled back, expecting a different reply. Was this extremely strong, older, literal government weapon really going to let you be in control? You felt like you were hearing things, you didn't expect him to be so compliant. The thought of it was a rush you had to admit.
"Are you actually?" It was hard to hide the shock in your voice, and your chest felt heavy when Leon suddenly wouldn't meet your eyes.
"That was the plan. Fuck, I feel like I'm twenty again." He chuckled to himself. "When I say it's been a while I mean it." Leons face dropped with every word.
"How long is a while?" You asked once more, trying to be comforting by moving one of your hands to play with the strands of hair that laid against his neck.
It was obvious the question made him nervous, you were close enough to hear his breath hitch before quickening.
"At least a decade."
"A decade? How the fuck has it been a decade? You're so hot?" Your rapid questions made him laugh, finally making eye contact again.
"Told you I don't get out much. Bad relationships and habits; who would've thought dating your coworkers would be a bad idea." His hands started to move, fidgeting with the edge of your shirt.
"In your line of work that sounds dangerous." You whispered, sliding your hand further up his scalp.
He nodded, leaning into your touch almost too forcefully. The room stayed silent for a while, hands softly grazing each other in what should have been an awkward embrace.
Instead, it felt oddly, intimate. Something you shouldn't expect from a man practically twice your age you met in a bar hours ago. Yet, the longer you looked at him, watched as he touched you so carefully, it felt comfortable.
"You didn't forget how to do anything?" You break the silence, leaning forward so that your lips are hovering over his.
"It's like riding a bike, right?"
You smiled, pressing your lips against his once more. It was soft for all of ten seconds before you deepened the kiss, Leon quickly following your lead.
Large hands continued to fidget with the hem of your shirt, not daring to go beneath the fabric despite the obvious desire. You grabbed hold of one of his wrists, slipping it beneath the shirt.
He groaned, taking the hint he and slide his hand further up your torso. He took his time finding your breasts, skimming along the bottom of your bra until you pushed your chest into him.
"You definitely didn't forget how to kiss." You whispered as you separated for air. "Want this off." You tugged at the bottom of his shirt.
"Yes ma'am." Leon smirked in reply.
His shirt was off and thrown to the side before you could blink. You felt your jaw drop as you were met with his chest.
He was toned, blond hair spread across pale skin. There were too many scars to count, littered along the expanse of his torso. Some looked older than you, others looked as if he could've gotten them last week.
You carefully grazed your fingers across some of them, causing Leon to shiver at the touch. One of them made him whine, a smile on his face as he did so. God you needed to hear him do that again.
Leaning down slightly you pressed your lips against his shoulder, softly tracing your tongue along an older scar. He sighed contently, eyes fluttering closed as you repeated the action as you continued lower across his collarbone.
The position was quickly becoming awkward, having to crane your neck to reach. So you pushed him down, placing the palm of your hand against his chest and pushing with the lightest bit of pressure had him folding.
Leon's head hit the pillows, eyes opening to look up at you. His hair spread across the dark colors, causing you to pause for a moment to take it all in.
You didn't speak as you traced your hands across multiple of the blemishes. Your mind was coming up with stories behind each one. It was starting to overwhelm you, his complacency and the sheer look of him.
"I know there's a lot." Leon said. "I understand it's not what you were expecting it's-"
"I didn't think you could get hotter I'm sorry I need a second." You cut him off.
Leon laughed slightly, the worry settling into his voice once again gone. "Really?"
"Yeah really." You replied, probably snarkier than needed. "I fully expected this to be a we fuck and I sneak out in the morning thing. Now I have the hottest fucking man I've seen laid in front of me and I can't think of what I want to do with what has to be a reward for something in a past life." You rambled, only cutting yourself off to breathe.
With some newfound confidence from your words he brought his hands towards you once again. Leaning up slightly he managed to guide your shirt off, leaving you in only the bra you were starting to wish was fancier now.
He kept his hands on you, holding your waist to keep you still where you sat on his pelvis. His thumbs started to trace random shapes against your skin as you started to slow your breathing.
"We have all night." Leon whispered. "You can do whatever you want, every single thing you want I'm yours for."
You took a second to compose yourself from his words. Moments later you finally undid your bra, dropping it onto the floor next to his bed. His teeth sunk into his bottom lip as he stared at your breasts, his hands twitched upward, hardly stopping himself.
"Like the view?" You giggled, bringing your hands back down to trail across his chest.
"I'd be an idiot not to." His voice was deeper than before, a slightly strained tone as he continued to look up at you.
"Does your job allow marks not caused by psychos?" You asked, a plan of the night starting to form in your head.
Leon laughed, the act shaking him and causing you to almost lose your balance. He whispered a small apology, helping to steady you before stopping.
You moved yourself back, allowing you to comfortably lean down and press a kiss against his collar bone once again. His cock twitched beneath the pants he still begrudgingly had on, pushing it into your stomach with the new position.
You took your time, his words echoing in your head. You wanted to map out every scar, feel how every one felt beneath your lips. An intimate act no doubt but something that felt painfully necessary.
Leon had no complaints. Letting out slight groans when your lips grazed across newer scars, sinking into the mattress at the older. His hand came to rest against the back of your head, applying no pressure as you moved.
Once you were confident that your lips had touched every uncovered scar, you started to move lower. Leon didn't react until your hands landed on the worn belt buckle, looking up at him with an expression he hadn't seen in what felt like a lifetime.
"You're pretty close." He whispered, keeping his eyes on yours. "These pants aren't as thick as they seem, not much separation."
"I'd prefer if there wasn't any." You quipped back.
He whispered something, not loud enough for the syllables to reach your ears. But he nodded, taking a deep breath as your hands made quick work of the belt that could've been older than you.
It didn't take long for you to be face to face with his boxers, the bulge inches from your lips beneath the dark fabric. Testing the bounds you pressed your lips against it, hearing a loud groan from the older man.
The noise spurred you on, dragging your tongue across the fabric slowly. You watched as Leon shook, hand clenching into a fist against his sheets.
"Still think we have all night?" You asked, your voice dripping in sarcasm.
"I'm not in my twenties sweetheart. "It'll take a lot—fuck—a lot to get me across that finish line." His words were interrupted as you dragged your finger along the outline of him.
All you did in response was smirk, liking the idea of a challenge. You hooked your finger beneath the waistband and slowly pulled it below his cock. Leon let out a groan, shifting his hips enough to allow you to pull the boxers lower.
His cock was heavy, somehow larger than you believed. You could see it twitch under your gaze, making the allure only that much more intense.
The skin felt warm under your lips, even with the gentle touch. Leon's fingers dug into your skull for a split second before relaxing.
"You really enjoy teasing don't you?" He whispered, eyes burning into yours as you looked up.
You laughed, deciding to run your tongue along the base of him instead of replying. He muttered something under his breath as you continued your movements. His hips bucked slightly making you gasp.
"I think you enjoy my teasing." You spoke up after a few minutes of the action.
Leon groaned, obviously growing impatient at the slow movements. It didn't take much until you wrapped your lips around him, slowly sinking your mouth down onto his cock.
Curses flew from his lips, his eyes locked on you. You kept yourself steady, trying to focus on his gaze as you bobbed your head along him.
"Fuck, sweetheart, you're good at this." The hand on your head didn't budge despite the other clenching the sheets; still acting as a simple reminder of the touch. "Should let me do the same."
You pulled back at that, creating a popping sound that made you cringe but seemingly did wonders for him.
"Do you want to?" You asked, staring up at him still.
"Been thinking about it for hours now." He chuckled, sitting up slightly, resting on one of his elbows.
"Do you even remember how?" You joked, laughing as he scoffed. "Sorry sorry. I'll let you if you beg maybe."
It was a joke, it was very clearly a joke. Part of you was starting to wonder if he didn't really understand sarcasm, the only humor he could comprehend being those silly quips he kept making early.
Since he did beg, or ask very nicely really. He pulled you up carefully, sitting you on his thighs. There wasn't an ounce of shame in his words which shocked you, but at this point everything about him did.
"Will you, please, let me taste you?" He started, eyes burning into your own. "However you want, I'm yours to use tonight."
Hearing those words in the deep gruff voice of Leon Kennedy had your breath stop. You had to regain your composure before nodding.
Without a word you stood up. You quickly pulled down your pants, trying to ignore how awkward it was to do with an audience. Leon sat up as you managed to finally get them down your legs, underwear following.
You made your way back to the bed, sitting next to him and pressing a soft kiss against his lips before leaning back against the pillows with a wink.
He caught on, climbing on top of you almost instantly. Leon reignited the kiss, still allowing you to control the pace. His hands started to roam your body, never staying in one place for too long as they traveled lower.
You gasped into the kiss as a rough hand ghosted over your cunt. He groaned as a finger easily slid through your folds. The tip of one of them pressed against your entrance.
Leon pulled away from your lips, just enough to allow his hand between the two of you. You felt your heart skip as brought his finger to his lips, licking the remnants of you off with a moan.
"Can you slap me?" Leon asked suddenly. You gave him an odd look, a whiplash of emotions going through you. He caught on smirking slightly before he spoke. "Need to make sure I'm not dreaming, since you taste like one."
"Oh my god!" You laughed, shoving him away from you.
He joined, finding humor in his own joke. He continued chuckling as he leaned towards you again, pressing his lips against your chest.
Slowly he moved lower, looking up at you every so often as he did. Just as you were about to plead with him to do something, his lips finally moved towards your core.
He first kissed your inner thigh, looking up at you until you nodded permission. You felt his breath against your entrance, almost wanting to scream in desperation.
"Leon." You whined, hand flying to his hair, barely resisting pulling him towards you.
"Feel okay?" You nodded.
That was enough for him. His tongue ran along your slit, nose budding into your clit. Somehow, you think, the position didn't seem close enough for the man. As just as soon as he started, he was pulling your legs to rest on his shoulders.
He increased his intensity, getting more comfortable in his abilities the longer this went on. You could feel him moan against you, the vibrations aiding to the burning coil starting to form in your stomach.
"Don't be afraid to hurt me." Leon whispered, bringing his hand to rest against yours where it resided in his hair. "I can take a lot." He laced his fingers with yours, tightening your grip on his hair before forcing you to pull him closer.
You gave in, tugging harshly at the blond locks as he tried to devour you. Your thighs started to try and close around his head; Leon smiled against you the hand that was on your thigh unmoving, no attempt to stop you.
"So close—shit Leon don't you need to breathe?" You moaned, almost unable to finish the question
He shook his head, the movement barely noticeable due to the grip you had on him. He said something, muffled far too much by you and the noises being made by his mouth.
He didn't even move when you came, completely unwavering as you dug your nails into his scalp. Every move of his tongue was calculated, working your through your orgasm until you pushed him away.
Leon didn't stray far. While he followed your lead, his mouth moved from your sensitive pussy to your thighs. He pressed soft kisses against the plush skin, trying to ignore the weird feeling of your cum on his face being spread across your skin.
"How'd I do?" Leon asked, slowly kissing his way back up your torso.
"How do you think?" You laughed, trying to sit up on your elbows to better look at the man while catching your breath.
"Can you say it, please?" His voice got quiet, eyes closed.
You took a second, trying to take in the pitiful look that had formed across the mans face. The way the light was shining on the both of you accentuated the grays littering his stubble and now messy hair.
Part of you didn't want to give him what he wanted just to tease, the other part just couldn't believe he did, really want it. Having a man twice your age, begging you for praise was not in any fantasy you'd ever had; it should've been.
"You did such a good job, being so good for me baby." You coo'd, catching yourself slightly off guard by how effortlessly it came out.
That seemed to be exactly what the older man wanted to hear. A smile spread across his face and the bright blue eyes met yours again. He moved further up your body, not stopping until his lips were inches away from yours.
"Do you still want to do this? We can stop now if you want." Leon whispered, breath hitting your face with every word.
"I think I'll die if you don't fuck me honestly." You tried to prove your point by guiding his hand back down to your cunt, making him feel how wet you still were.
Without looking away from your eyes, he pushed his middle finger into your entrance, slowly pushing it deeper until he couldn't any more.
He rested his forehead against yours as he slowly pumped the finger into you, much slower than needed. You wanted to whine, to try and make him move faster; but, he looked focused.
You felt his cock twitch against your thigh as he finally added a second, thick, finger into you. The stretch had your head thrown back for a moment, pulled back up by Leon's other hand.
"Keep your eyes on me, please sweetheart." The words made you feel like you were on fire, the weirdly intimate feeling from before coming back.
All you did was nod, trying your best to keep your head level against his, eyes staring into his. The eye contact was difficult, but you were reeling in his desperation to please you, to be good for you, that you managed.
"Leon please just fuck me already." You groaned, trying to push against his fingers.
"What if you're not ready yet? I don't want to hurt you."
You sighed, watching that submissively self deprecating look take over his features. It was a sweet worry, but you were far too desperate to appreciate it right now.
"Leon." This time your voice was harsher. His eyes went wide at your tone, better showing how blown his pupils were. "Thought you were going to do whatever I wanted?" You did your best to keep your voice stern.
"I am, aren't I?" He asked, voice low with worry.
"I asked you to fuck me, and you argued." He tried to speak, immediately caving when you shushed him. "So unless you don't want to, I don't see why you aren't listening to me." Your voice wavered slightly, but he didn't seem to notice.
"I do, want you so bad." His fingers quickened, thumb now slowly gliding across your clit.
"Then be a good boy and do what I ask, okay?"
Leon pulled away, nodding with record speed. He pulled his fingers out of you, bringing the hand to his mouth. You expected a repeat of earlier, but instead Leon spit in his palm, hand shooting down to his cock seconds later.
You looked down, watching as his hand ran across his shaft. It wasn't long before he rested the tip against your cunt, pressing against your entrance.
He looked up at you again, a questioning look on his face. The second you nodded he pushed himself into you. He moved slowly, allowing you to feel every inch of his large cock as it stretched your walls.
The second his hips were flush against you he paused, partly for your own comfort, but mostly to regain his cool. His breath was fast, it was memorizing watching the way his chest fell so fast.
"Let me know—know when to move." Leon stammered, his voice somehow deeper than before.
"Move, please." You whined.
Leon listened. He started slow, barely pulling out before pushing back in. His pace was slow, but the drag of his cock along your tight walls made it feel more intense.
You took in the view of him above you as he increased his speed. The way sweat was glistening off his chest with the light, the concentrated look settled deep within the wrinkles by his eyes.
You were able to keep your eyes on him until his thumb came down to your clit, matching the pace of his thrusts.
"God sweetheart you feel perfect." Leon moaned, ducking his head until it rested in the crook of your neck.
"So do you fucking hell." You whined, trying to fuck yourself against his cock. "Can you go harder?" You asked between moans, not wanting to push the man.
Leon laughed against your neck. He pulled back for a second, just enough to look you in the eyes before replying.
"Anything you want from me is yours." He whispered.
He didn't give you a second to take in the heaviness of the words. Instead, he pulled himself out of your cunt, leaving the tip inside. Instantly he pushed back in, repeating the act over and over again causing you to scream as you threw your head back into the pillows.
You heard him say something but the words didn't register. He leaned down towards you once again, lips pressing against your shoulder as he continued the brutal pace.
He shifted his hips slightly, managing to angle himself enough to push his cock perfectly into your g-spot. You felt him grin at your reaction, moaning as your thighs tightened around his waist.
"Fuck Leon, I'm close." Another whine, only making the man thrust harder.
"Me too honey me too." You could feel his cock twitching against your walls. "Need you to loosen your legs so we can."
You shook your head, tightening the hold you had. Leon let out a disapproving grunt, and yet he made no effort to push against you.
"Don't worry about it, wanna feel you." You whispered, clenching your walls around him.
"God you're dangerous." He almost laughed, cutting himself off with a groan.
It didn't take long until you came, pulling Leon closer to you as your vision started to go white behind your eyes. You couldn't make out the words he was saying, but you could feel his lips moving against your skin.
Through the haze you heard him groan, hips stuttering and a warm feeling washing over you as he came deep inside of you. You felt his cum start to leak out as he slowly pulled away.
Leon's hand slowly traversed down, brushing against your leaking hole making you shiver with senestivity. His index finger slowly swiped across the combination of you both, collecting it on his skin before pushing it slowly back into you.
He shushed you as you whined, weakly pushing away from him due to the stimulation. His lips met yours in a soft kiss, smiling into it as you both calmed down.
"You're so hot." You whispered, finally catching your breath.
Leon laughed, laying down beside you on the bed. He was quick to pull you against him, your head now resting against his chest.
"You're the hot one sweetheart." He mumbled, pressing a kiss into the top of your head.
You groaned, annoyed that he wouldn't accept the compliment but far too tired to put up a fight. His arm wrapped around your waist, holding you close to him.
"Next time I'm buying the drinks, okay?" Leon joked just as you were falling asleep.
Hi,this in my first request so bare with me but i was wondering if you can make a fandic of nevill longbottom being obsessed with your chest?
Hi! I made it a little blurb as I don't do the best with describing that type of stuff! Thank you for the request!
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His hands hadn't left your chest the entire time. The second you gave him permission it was all he could focus on. Soft hands slid under your shirt in an instant, gently massaging your breasts.
You honestly couldn't tell how long it had been since you started. You were slowly grinding yourself again him, ignoring the layers of fabric between the two of you, and all he was focused on was your chest.
It wasn't like either of you minded. The slow build of friction was almost mind numbing, mixed with your boyfriends fascination only made the experience more enjoyable.
Eventually you pulled the shirt off slowly, getting a quiet gasp from Neville as you did so. Within seconds his lips replaced one of his hands, tongue swirling around your nipple.
It was almost laughable, when you tried to pull him away for a moment a high pitched whine left him. He looked up at you with a pout, waiting patiently for you to let him resume.
"Like them that much?" You coo'd, practically melting in his eyes.
He nodded excitedly, licking his lips as his eyes shot towards your breasts before back up to yours. Silently pleading with you, desperate.
Summary: You’ve never been the one to try and pick someone up at a bar, especially one where the entire demographic is twice your age. Yet, you couldn’t pull your eyes off of him. What’s the harm in buying him a drink?
Includes: Insecure Leon, mild sub!Leon, mild dom! Reader, age gap, stranger hookup, unprotected sex, implied birth control, oral(both), pushing cum back inside, Maam, sweetheart, good boy.
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Bar hopping for a bachelorette party means going to all the modern and loud clubs where you're guaranteed to get multiple drinks bought for you and hit on too many times to count. The first club was like that, you'd already debated how much your eardrums could take for the night before you'd even left.
The second however, was nothing of the sort. It was your friends, the bachelorette herself, uncles bar. The bar itself felt like it was out of an old western movie, the people inside of it similar. You could tell most people were here to drown their sorrows after whatever hell of a day they'd had.
You were people watching while your friend talked with her uncle, the others taking pictures with the weirdly accurate cow statue by the door.
He stood out, somehow, this looked to be his scene really, but for some reason your eyes were drawn to him instantly.
He was older than you, that you could tell. The part of his face you could see had a scowl covering it, the wrinkles muddying some of his features. He was blond, but there were grays peaking through the messy hair and slight scruff covering his chin.
You couldn't look away. Something about him kept pulling your gaze back no matter how many times you tried to fight it. Thankfully you had just enough drinks in your system to act on it.
It was a move typically used on you, but one that got your foot in the door. You watched as the bartender refilled his drink, motioning towards you when he looked confused. You waved when he looked over at you, your smile probably bordering on creepy.
The man nodded with a small smile, drinking half of whatever it was in one go. In the short time you took to look over at your friends he made his way over to you.
"It's normally the other way around you know." He said, pulling your attention away from the group. He was more captivating up close. The rough tone in his voice adding to the look of him. "The older man buys the drink for the pretty young lady, didn't expect the opposite." He chuckled, making you have to swallow harder so you didn't drool in front of the poor man.
"I didn't expect to be doing it." You barely managed to say.
"Leon, Leon Kennedy." He said with a smirk, holding his hand out towards you like this was some job interview.
You replied with your name, following his format despite the mild confusion at the professionalism. His hand matched him, the calluses against your skin making your face burn slightly.
"You uh—you come here often?" You asked, wanting to smack yourself at the awkward question.
"I do. You don't." You found yourself staring at his lips as he spoke, and by the turn of them he saw it too. "Your party find the wrong bar?"
"My friends uncle owns it, she wanted to come say hi." You quickly responded, nodding towards where your friends were laughing with the man.
"Damn really making me feel old there, I went to school with the man."
You rushed out an apology only to be laughed off by the older man. The conversation started to flow into a casual exchange.
Leon told you about how he knew your friends uncle, the whole story of them reconnecting after Leon got promoted and moved a few blocks away. He told you what he deemed the cooler stories of his job, ones that if he wasn't so tattered and buff looking you'd have thought was a lie from an action movie you didn't watch.
He asked about your friend, how the two of you knew each other and what the big celebration was for. Despite his line of work he seemed to miss the big "bachelorette" sash she was wearing.
It was hard to tell how long the two of you were talking. You didn't realize any time had passed until you heard your friends calling your name by the door.
"Fuck um shit-"
"I think your friends are waiting for you." Leon commented, stating the obvious.
"Yeah we have like three other places they want to go to, fuck." Your voice strained as your annoyance at the circumstance grew.
He was about to make a joke, you could tell by the look in his eyes after he'd done it twenty times already tonight. Your friends cut him off, walking over and pulling you off of the stool you were too comfortable on.
Thankfully you came to your senses as you all approached the door, managing to pry yourself out of their hands for a moment and making your way back over to Leon. He was following your steps as you ended up standing right in front of him.
"Will you be here in an hour?" You asked, eyes practically burning through his.
"I can be." He said, voice an octave lower than before. "Three more places is going to take you longer than an hour sweetheart." It took everything in you to keep yourself upright at the new nickname.
"An hour is how long it'll take until they won't notice I left." You stammered, any confidence you had long gone. "I'd go with you right now if I could."
"Take your time, go have fun." Leon whispered, barely audible over the somber music. "If you still want this, afterwards, I'll be here." The slight self deprecation in his tone had you reeling.
One final look back to your friends had you walking across the bar with a scowl. The only thoughts running through your head being ones of Leon and how you're friends were delaying you from seeing the man in his full glory.
"When I said you should try and get laid, that is not what I meant." Your friend, the bachelorette, laughed the second you stepped out of the bar.
"At least he's kinda hot, old but hot." Another one defended you, sort of.
There were a lot of jokes thrown as you all made your way to the club a few blocks over. Comments about finding someone your own age, but none of it phased you. All you could think about was getting back to that old fucking bar.
—
You did make it back. Forty seven minutes later. The second you pushed open the door your eyes scanned the now fuller crowd.
He hadn't moved. Still sat on the same stool you left him in. The only thing that had changed was the drink in front of him. The bottle of water was almost entirely gone, depleting more as he brought it to his lips.
The second he put the bottle back down he looked towards you, almost as if he felt eyes on him. His lips turned up when he saw you, nodding towards the free stool next to him.
"Hasn't been an hour yet." Leon commented as you sat down. "Sneak out early?" He laughed at his own joke.
"The 'bachelor's' showed up. Unannounced." You groaned, thinking back to the interaction. "They can't keep track of that many people, perfectly annoying opportunity."
"You don't seem enthused despite the escape." He fully turned towards you, cocking his head with an inquisitive look.
"They kept trying to set me up with one of them, even tripped me into him at one point." You groaned again, sliding down to rest your head against your forearm that was flat on the counter.
"Ah, the young, hot, bachelor not your type?" He chuckled, leaning his head on his hand to keep eye contact with you.
"Not since I saw you." You mumbled, just loud enough for him to hear it.
"Oh sweetheart." He matched your volume.
His eyes softened, staring at you as if you'd just told him your life story. After a few moments he sat up, you followed suit watching as he called over the bartender. He slid a bill that was definitely larger than what he owed across the counter before standing, holding his hand out to you.
You took it, following him as he led you out of the bar. His hand tightened around yours as he started to walk away from the bar.
"Are you okay to walk a few blocks or do you need me to carry you?" Leon asked, pausing in his path. "If you still want to go home with me, that is." You laughed, stepping closer to him.
"I don't need you to carry me to your place." You whispered, leaning so close to him that your lips brushed against his cheek. "But, if I ask nicely, would you please?"
Leon didn't respond, instead quickly sliding an arm behind yours legs and pulling you upwards until your arms wrapped around his neck with a gasp. You felt your heart pounding as you held yourself against him, sure that he could feel it.
"No need to beg, I'll give you whatever you want from me."
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Leon took you straight to his bedroom, setting you gently onto the soft sheets of his bed. And then, sat next to you. There was an awkward silence that filled the room, forcing you to sit in the tension mixed air for way too long.
He seemed nervous, as if you weren't desperate to be in his bed for the last few hours. The man was large, intimating beyond description, but he was the nervous one.
"Are you okay?" You asked, anxious to break the silence. "Didn't come home with you just to sit on your bed you know." You attempted to joke.
"Of course, it's just—it's been a while." He shrugged, finally turning to look at you. "With my job, I don't get out much. Never much of a priority anymore."
"If you don't want-"
"I do." Leon cut you off, reaching one of his hands out to your face and brushing a strand of hair behind you ear. "Is this what you want? You have someone your age waiting back at a bar for you if you'd prefer."
You laughed, genuinely and loudly catching the man off guard. You moved your body closer to his, only stopping when your leg was right against his.
"Honestly?" You whispered, leaning your face closer to his. "The only thing I've thought about since I bought you that drink was how you'd look above me."
Leon leaned in, lips pressing against yours in a soft and careful manner. You reciprocated, moving your lips against his in an attempt to set a quicker pace.
Much to your shock he followed, not fighting for control as most would. Testing your luck, you grazed your tongue against his lips. Almost instantly his parted, allowing you to slide your tongue into his mouth meshing perfectly with his own.
He groaned into the kiss as you brought your hands to his shoulders, digging your fingers into the muscles. Large hands shot to your waist, holding carefully but unmoving.
"You can sit on my lap, if you want." Leon whispered into the kiss.
You quickly moved to do so. Knees caging his thick thighs as they dug into the mattress. His bulge evident against your covered core from this position, you shuttered before shifting to allow more of it to press against you.
"Why do I feel like you're going to do whatever the fuck I want you to?" You asked, a seductive tone lacing your voice despite the slight joking manner.
"You did buy me a drink." He said with a small smile.
You pulled back, expecting a different reply. Was this extremely strong, older, literal government weapon really going to let you be in control? You felt like you were hearing things, you didn't expect him to be so compliant. The thought of it was a rush you had to admit.
"Are you actually?" It was hard to hide the shock in your voice, and your chest felt heavy when Leon suddenly wouldn't meet your eyes.
"That was the plan. Fuck, I feel like I'm twenty again." He chuckled to himself. "When I say it's been a while I mean it." Leons face dropped with every word.
"How long is a while?" You asked once more, trying to be comforting by moving one of your hands to play with the strands of hair that laid against his neck.
It was obvious the question made him nervous, you were close enough to hear his breath hitch before quickening.
"At least a decade."
"A decade? How the fuck has it been a decade? You're so hot?" Your rapid questions made him laugh, finally making eye contact again.
"Told you I don't get out much. Bad relationships and habits; who would've thought dating your coworkers would be a bad idea." His hands started to move, fidgeting with the edge of your shirt.
"In your line of work that sounds dangerous." You whispered, sliding your hand further up his scalp.
He nodded, leaning into your touch almost too forcefully. The room stayed silent for a while, hands softly grazing each other in what should have been an awkward embrace.
Instead, it felt oddly, intimate. Something you shouldn't expect from a man practically twice your age you met in a bar hours ago. Yet, the longer you looked at him, watched as he touched you so carefully, it felt comfortable.
"You didn't forget how to do anything?" You break the silence, leaning forward so that your lips are hovering over his.
"It's like riding a bike, right?"
You smiled, pressing your lips against his once more. It was soft for all of ten seconds before you deepened the kiss, Leon quickly following your lead.
Large hands continued to fidget with the hem of your shirt, not daring to go beneath the fabric despite the obvious desire. You grabbed hold of one of his wrists, slipping it beneath the shirt.
He groaned, taking the hint he and slide his hand further up your torso. He took his time finding your breasts, skimming along the bottom of your bra until you pushed your chest into him.
"You definitely didn't forget how to kiss." You whispered as you separated for air. "Want this off." You tugged at the bottom of his shirt.
"Yes ma'am." Leon smirked in reply.
His shirt was off and thrown to the side before you could blink. You felt your jaw drop as you were met with his chest.
He was toned, blond hair spread across pale skin. There were too many scars to count, littered along the expanse of his torso. Some looked older than you, others looked as if he could've gotten them last week.
You carefully grazed your fingers across some of them, causing Leon to shiver at the touch. One of them made him whine, a smile on his face as he did so. God you needed to hear him do that again.
Leaning down slightly you pressed your lips against his shoulder, softly tracing your tongue along an older scar. He sighed contently, eyes fluttering closed as you repeated the action as you continued lower across his collarbone.
The position was quickly becoming awkward, having to crane your neck to reach. So you pushed him down, placing the palm of your hand against his chest and pushing with the lightest bit of pressure had him folding.
Leon's head hit the pillows, eyes opening to look up at you. His hair spread across the dark colors, causing you to pause for a moment to take it all in.
You didn't speak as you traced your hands across multiple of the blemishes. Your mind was coming up with stories behind each one. It was starting to overwhelm you, his complacency and the sheer look of him.
"I know there's a lot." Leon said. "I understand it's not what you were expecting it's-"
"I didn't think you could get hotter I'm sorry I need a second." You cut him off.
Leon laughed slightly, the worry settling into his voice once again gone. "Really?"
"Yeah really." You replied, probably snarkier than needed. "I fully expected this to be a we fuck and I sneak out in the morning thing. Now I have the hottest fucking man I've seen laid in front of me and I can't think of what I want to do with what has to be a reward for something in a past life." You rambled, only cutting yourself off to breathe.
With some newfound confidence from your words he brought his hands towards you once again. Leaning up slightly he managed to guide your shirt off, leaving you in only the bra you were starting to wish was fancier now.
He kept his hands on you, holding your waist to keep you still where you sat on his pelvis. His thumbs started to trace random shapes against your skin as you started to slow your breathing.
"We have all night." Leon whispered. "You can do whatever you want, every single thing you want I'm yours for."
You took a second to compose yourself from his words. Moments later you finally undid your bra, dropping it onto the floor next to his bed. His teeth sunk into his bottom lip as he stared at your breasts, his hands twitched upward, hardly stopping himself.
"Like the view?" You giggled, bringing your hands back down to trail across his chest.
"I'd be an idiot not to." His voice was deeper than before, a slightly strained tone as he continued to look up at you.
"Does your job allow marks not caused by psychos?" You asked, a plan of the night starting to form in your head.
Leon laughed, the act shaking him and causing you to almost lose your balance. He whispered a small apology, helping to steady you before stopping.
You moved yourself back, allowing you to comfortably lean down and press a kiss against his collar bone once again. His cock twitched beneath the pants he still begrudgingly had on, pushing it into your stomach with the new position.
You took your time, his words echoing in your head. You wanted to map out every scar, feel how every one felt beneath your lips. An intimate act no doubt but something that felt painfully necessary.
Leon had no complaints. Letting out slight groans when your lips grazed across newer scars, sinking into the mattress at the older. His hand came to rest against the back of your head, applying no pressure as you moved.
Once you were confident that your lips had touched every uncovered scar, you started to move lower. Leon didn't react until your hands landed on the worn belt buckle, looking up at him with an expression he hadn't seen in what felt like a lifetime.
"You're pretty close." He whispered, keeping his eyes on yours. "These pants aren't as thick as they seem, not much separation."
"I'd prefer if there wasn't any." You quipped back.
He whispered something, not loud enough for the syllables to reach your ears. But he nodded, taking a deep breath as your hands made quick work of the belt that could've been older than you.
It didn't take long for you to be face to face with his boxers, the bulge inches from your lips beneath the dark fabric. Testing the bounds you pressed your lips against it, hearing a loud groan from the older man.
The noise spurred you on, dragging your tongue across the fabric slowly. You watched as Leon shook, hand clenching into a fist against his sheets.
"Still think we have all night?" You asked, your voice dripping in sarcasm.
"I'm not in my twenties sweetheart. "It'll take a lot—fuck—a lot to get me across that finish line." His words were interrupted as you dragged your finger along the outline of him.
All you did in response was smirk, liking the idea of a challenge. You hooked your finger beneath the waistband and slowly pulled it below his cock. Leon let out a groan, shifting his hips enough to allow you to pull the boxers lower.
His cock was heavy, somehow larger than you believed. You could see it twitch under your gaze, making the allure only that much more intense.
The skin felt warm under your lips, even with the gentle touch. Leon's fingers dug into your skull for a split second before relaxing.
"You really enjoy teasing don't you?" He whispered, eyes burning into yours as you looked up.
You laughed, deciding to run your tongue along the base of him instead of replying. He muttered something under his breath as you continued your movements. His hips bucked slightly making you gasp.
"I think you enjoy my teasing." You spoke up after a few minutes of the action.
Leon groaned, obviously growing impatient at the slow movements. It didn't take much until you wrapped your lips around him, slowly sinking your mouth down onto his cock.
Curses flew from his lips, his eyes locked on you. You kept yourself steady, trying to focus on his gaze as you bobbed your head along him.
"Fuck, sweetheart, you're good at this." The hand on your head didn't budge despite the other clenching the sheets; still acting as a simple reminder of the touch. "Should let me do the same."
You pulled back at that, creating a popping sound that made you cringe but seemingly did wonders for him.
"Do you want to?" You asked, staring up at him still.
"Been thinking about it for hours now." He chuckled, sitting up slightly, resting on one of his elbows.
"Do you even remember how?" You joked, laughing as he scoffed. "Sorry sorry. I'll let you if you beg maybe."
It was a joke, it was very clearly a joke. Part of you was starting to wonder if he didn't really understand sarcasm, the only humor he could comprehend being those silly quips he kept making early.
Since he did beg, or ask very nicely really. He pulled you up carefully, sitting you on his thighs. There wasn't an ounce of shame in his words which shocked you, but at this point everything about him did.
"Will you, please, let me taste you?" He started, eyes burning into your own. "However you want, I'm yours to use tonight."
Hearing those words in the deep gruff voice of Leon Kennedy had your breath stop. You had to regain your composure before nodding.
Without a word you stood up. You quickly pulled down your pants, trying to ignore how awkward it was to do with an audience. Leon sat up as you managed to finally get them down your legs, underwear following.
You made your way back to the bed, sitting next to him and pressing a soft kiss against his lips before leaning back against the pillows with a wink.
He caught on, climbing on top of you almost instantly. Leon reignited the kiss, still allowing you to control the pace. His hands started to roam your body, never staying in one place for too long as they traveled lower.
You gasped into the kiss as a rough hand ghosted over your cunt. He groaned as a finger easily slid through your folds. The tip of one of them pressed against your entrance.
Leon pulled away from your lips, just enough to allow his hand between the two of you. You felt your heart skip as brought his finger to his lips, licking the remnants of you off with a moan.
"Can you slap me?" Leon asked suddenly. You gave him an odd look, a whiplash of emotions going through you. He caught on smirking slightly before he spoke. "Need to make sure I'm not dreaming, since you taste like one."
"Oh my god!" You laughed, shoving him away from you.
He joined, finding humor in his own joke. He continued chuckling as he leaned towards you again, pressing his lips against your chest.
Slowly he moved lower, looking up at you every so often as he did. Just as you were about to plead with him to do something, his lips finally moved towards your core.
He first kissed your inner thigh, looking up at you until you nodded permission. You felt his breath against your entrance, almost wanting to scream in desperation.
"Leon." You whined, hand flying to his hair, barely resisting pulling him towards you.
"Feel okay?" You nodded.
That was enough for him. His tongue ran along your slit, nose budding into your clit. Somehow, you think, the position didn't seem close enough for the man. As just as soon as he started, he was pulling your legs to rest on his shoulders.
He increased his intensity, getting more comfortable in his abilities the longer this went on. You could feel him moan against you, the vibrations aiding to the burning coil starting to form in your stomach.
"Don't be afraid to hurt me." Leon whispered, bringing his hand to rest against yours where it resided in his hair. "I can take a lot." He laced his fingers with yours, tightening your grip on his hair before forcing you to pull him closer.
You gave in, tugging harshly at the blond locks as he tried to devour you. Your thighs started to try and close around his head; Leon smiled against you the hand that was on your thigh unmoving, no attempt to stop you.
"So close—shit Leon don't you need to breathe?" You moaned, almost unable to finish the question
He shook his head, the movement barely noticeable due to the grip you had on him. He said something, muffled far too much by you and the noises being made by his mouth.
He didn't even move when you came, completely unwavering as you dug your nails into his scalp. Every move of his tongue was calculated, working your through your orgasm until you pushed him away.
Leon didn't stray far. While he followed your lead, his mouth moved from your sensitive pussy to your thighs. He pressed soft kisses against the plush skin, trying to ignore the weird feeling of your cum on his face being spread across your skin.
"How'd I do?" Leon asked, slowly kissing his way back up your torso.
"How do you think?" You laughed, trying to sit up on your elbows to better look at the man while catching your breath.
"Can you say it, please?" His voice got quiet, eyes closed.
You took a second, trying to take in the pitiful look that had formed across the mans face. The way the light was shining on the both of you accentuated the grays littering his stubble and now messy hair.
Part of you didn't want to give him what he wanted just to tease, the other part just couldn't believe he did, really want it. Having a man twice your age, begging you for praise was not in any fantasy you'd ever had; it should've been.
"You did such a good job, being so good for me baby." You coo'd, catching yourself slightly off guard by how effortlessly it came out.
That seemed to be exactly what the older man wanted to hear. A smile spread across his face and the bright blue eyes met yours again. He moved further up your body, not stopping until his lips were inches away from yours.
"Do you still want to do this? We can stop now if you want." Leon whispered, breath hitting your face with every word.
"I think I'll die if you don't fuck me honestly." You tried to prove your point by guiding his hand back down to your cunt, making him feel how wet you still were.
Without looking away from your eyes, he pushed his middle finger into your entrance, slowly pushing it deeper until he couldn't any more.
He rested his forehead against yours as he slowly pumped the finger into you, much slower than needed. You wanted to whine, to try and make him move faster; but, he looked focused.
You felt his cock twitch against your thigh as he finally added a second, thick, finger into you. The stretch had your head thrown back for a moment, pulled back up by Leon's other hand.
"Keep your eyes on me, please sweetheart." The words made you feel like you were on fire, the weirdly intimate feeling from before coming back.
All you did was nod, trying your best to keep your head level against his, eyes staring into his. The eye contact was difficult, but you were reeling in his desperation to please you, to be good for you, that you managed.
"Leon please just fuck me already." You groaned, trying to push against his fingers.
"What if you're not ready yet? I don't want to hurt you."
You sighed, watching that submissively self deprecating look take over his features. It was a sweet worry, but you were far too desperate to appreciate it right now.
"Leon." This time your voice was harsher. His eyes went wide at your tone, better showing how blown his pupils were. "Thought you were going to do whatever I wanted?" You did your best to keep your voice stern.
"I am, aren't I?" He asked, voice low with worry.
"I asked you to fuck me, and you argued." He tried to speak, immediately caving when you shushed him. "So unless you don't want to, I don't see why you aren't listening to me." Your voice wavered slightly, but he didn't seem to notice.
"I do, want you so bad." His fingers quickened, thumb now slowly gliding across your clit.
"Then be a good boy and do what I ask, okay?"
Leon pulled away, nodding with record speed. He pulled his fingers out of you, bringing the hand to his mouth. You expected a repeat of earlier, but instead Leon spit in his palm, hand shooting down to his cock seconds later.
You looked down, watching as his hand ran across his shaft. It wasn't long before he rested the tip against your cunt, pressing against your entrance.
He looked up at you again, a questioning look on his face. The second you nodded he pushed himself into you. He moved slowly, allowing you to feel every inch of his large cock as it stretched your walls.
The second his hips were flush against you he paused, partly for your own comfort, but mostly to regain his cool. His breath was fast, it was memorizing watching the way his chest fell so fast.
"Let me know—know when to move." Leon stammered, his voice somehow deeper than before.
"Move, please." You whined.
Leon listened. He started slow, barely pulling out before pushing back in. His pace was slow, but the drag of his cock along your tight walls made it feel more intense.
You took in the view of him above you as he increased his speed. The way sweat was glistening off his chest with the light, the concentrated look settled deep within the wrinkles by his eyes.
You were able to keep your eyes on him until his thumb came down to your clit, matching the pace of his thrusts.
"God sweetheart you feel perfect." Leon moaned, ducking his head until it rested in the crook of your neck.
"So do you fucking hell." You whined, trying to fuck yourself against his cock. "Can you go harder?" You asked between moans, not wanting to push the man.
Leon laughed against your neck. He pulled back for a second, just enough to look you in the eyes before replying.
"Anything you want from me is yours." He whispered.
He didn't give you a second to take in the heaviness of the words. Instead, he pulled himself out of your cunt, leaving the tip inside. Instantly he pushed back in, repeating the act over and over again causing you to scream as you threw your head back into the pillows.
You heard him say something but the words didn't register. He leaned down towards you once again, lips pressing against your shoulder as he continued the brutal pace.
He shifted his hips slightly, managing to angle himself enough to push his cock perfectly into your g-spot. You felt him grin at your reaction, moaning as your thighs tightened around his waist.
"Fuck Leon, I'm close." Another whine, only making the man thrust harder.
"Me too honey me too." You could feel his cock twitching against your walls. "Need you to loosen your legs so we can."
You shook your head, tightening the hold you had. Leon let out a disapproving grunt, and yet he made no effort to push against you.
"Don't worry about it, wanna feel you." You whispered, clenching your walls around him.
"God you're dangerous." He almost laughed, cutting himself off with a groan.
It didn't take long until you came, pulling Leon closer to you as your vision started to go white behind your eyes. You couldn't make out the words he was saying, but you could feel his lips moving against your skin.
Through the haze you heard him groan, hips stuttering and a warm feeling washing over you as he came deep inside of you. You felt his cum start to leak out as he slowly pulled away.
Leon's hand slowly traversed down, brushing against your leaking hole making you shiver with senestivity. His index finger slowly swiped across the combination of you both, collecting it on his skin before pushing it slowly back into you.
He shushed you as you whined, weakly pushing away from him due to the stimulation. His lips met yours in a soft kiss, smiling into it as you both calmed down.
"You're so hot." You whispered, finally catching your breath.
Leon laughed, laying down beside you on the bed. He was quick to pull you against him, your head now resting against his chest.
"You're the hot one sweetheart." He mumbled, pressing a kiss into the top of your head.
You groaned, annoyed that he wouldn't accept the compliment but far too tired to put up a fight. His arm wrapped around your waist, holding you close to him.
"Next time I'm buying the drinks, okay?" Leon joked just as you were falling asleep.
Sorry life has been hell so heres a snippet from the Leon fic I've been working on <3
18+ Content.
Instead, it felt oddly, intimate. Something you shouldn't expect from a man practically twice your age you met in a bar hours ago. Yet, the longer you looked at him, watched as he touched you so carefully, it felt comfortable.
"You didn't forget how to do anything?" You break the silence, leaning forward so that your lips are hovering over his.
"It's like riding a bike, right?"
You smiled, pressing your lips against his once more. It was soft for all of ten seconds before you deepened the kiss, Leon quickly following your lead.
Large hands continued to fidget with the hem of your shirt, not daring to go beneath the fabric despite the obvious desire. You grabbed hold of one of his wrists, slipping it beneath the shirt.
He groaned, taking the hint he and slide his hand further up your torso. He took his time finding your breasts, skimming along the bottom of your bra until you pushed your chest into him.
"You definitely didn't forget how to kiss." You whispered as you separated for air. "Want this off." You tugged at the bottom of his shirt.
I’m finding I have the apparent incapacity to not make there be romantic tension in my fics.
There should not romantic tension in my very toxic age gap bar hookup smut fic. Yet I’ve caught myself writing it 4 separate times now. In the same fic.
You could always tell when Sentry was trying to break through. By now Bob had a grasp on him, months of training and therapy actually helping him keep it all in without tearing him apart.
It was different than the slight glow in his eyes, the gold ring that appeared any time him and John got in an argument. Sure that happened, but it wasn't what gave it away anymore, it didn't show the fight behind it.
Sentry was not a fan of Bob being, well Bob. He wasn't weak like people made him out to be, the softer, demeanor a comfort more than anything considering his past. He that way in most aspects anymore, especially when the situation involves you.
He could take charge, if you asked. It wasn't like he hadn't done it before with you or previous relationships. It just, wasn't Bob. Sentry showed up whenever he was, not enough for Bob to notice the difference but enough for you to feel it.
Bob preferred it the opposite way. He liked being on his knees, looking up at you with your hand gently carding through his hair. The soft praises when his tongue was doing exactly what you wanted it to, wanted him to.
He felt safer like that, comfort in you telling him what to do at every step. He couldn't mess it up that way; knew what he was doing made you feel good.
Sentry made his presence evident during those moments. He hated the way Bob was so easily submissive, how he loved being controlled. Sentry was not one to go down without a fight and Bob just didn't fight.
You could tell in the way he'd pause, not really needing to breath due to his abilities. The way he'd sink his nails into the skin of your thighs for a fleeting moment, harsher than the time called for. How Bobs hips would buck harshly into yours as you were on top of him, a smirk flashing across his lips before dropping open again with wide eyes.
You didn't mention it to anyone, didn't want to scare them. But, it somewhat scared you. What if this is how close Sentry was to the surface without anybody realizing? The intensity of things making it so he could break through. What if you were what he wanted?
Well, that last part wouldn't be the worst thing would it.
