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Summary: Harry is almost as old as time and he's got a lot to say. But right now he's hunting for the perfect female to carry his heir (as he must do every century). When Harry meets you, a pastor's daughter, he finds himself strangely obsessed with you in every way but you’re a good girl and Harry is definitely not your usual type. Will the handsome demon corrupt sweet (y/n)?
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Tropes: demon incubus!harry, pregnancy, good vs evil, innocent!reader
Warnings: SMUT, angst, corruption of "innocence", unprotected sex, anal sex, demonic spells, religious mentions (a lot), manipulation, some non-consensual sexual acts, blasphemy, debauchery, dark humor, unsavory characters - 🛑 - THIS SERIES WILL BE A LITTLE DARK SO YOU MAY NOT ENJOY THIS TYPE OF CONTENT - ⛔️ Harry is a demon here and so there will be some touchy subjects - please don't read if you are sensitive to anything I've listed as a warning or don’t like making fun of Christianity or religion in general as Incubus!Harry makes fun of religion throughout the series ⚠️
The hotel bar was quiet when you went down for a drink, still dressed in comfy gray shorts with a tee that you’d worn all day. Traveling to New York on a red-eye flight hadn’t been ideal, but your job hadn’t exactly given you a choice. Exhaustion clung heavily to you; your under-eye bags felt impossibly dark, and your eyes were still puffy from lack of sleep.
A drink sounded like the only thing capable of easing the stress weighing on your shoulders.
You ran a hand through your hair, the strands slightly tangled from the long day of traveling, and stepped up to the bar. Besides the bartender, there was only one other person, a man sitting a few stools away in a fitted navy blue long-sleeved shirt that clung to his broad frame, the sleeves pushed slightly up his forearms. Veins traced faintly beneath sun-kissed skin, and the expensive silver watch around his wrist caught the dim light every time he lifted his glass.
You barely glanced at him at first, only noticing the way he finished his drink before tossing a thick stack of cash onto the counter without a second thought.
You turned your attention back toward the bartender, about to order, when a familiar voice suddenly spoke your name from beside you.
Your head snapped toward him.
The man at the bar was Leon, your dad’s best friend.
Back when you were still in school, you’d had the most ridiculous crush on him. He’d been handsome then, younger and sharp around the edges, but somehow age had only made him more attractive. The silver threaded through his hair suited him far too well, the strands slightly messy like he’d been running a hand through them all night. Light stubble shadowed his jaw now, roughening features that had once seemed almost unfairly perfect. It made him look older in the best possible way.
And his eyes.
Those piercing blue eyes still carried that same calm intensity you remembered, but there was something heavier behind them now, something tired, experienced, almost dangerous. The kind of look that made your stomach tighten the second it settled on you.
Meanwhile, you looked like a complete mess. You could only hope he couldn’t tell how exhausted you were.
You straightened slightly and forced a smile onto your face.
Leon’s gaze swept over you slowly, lingering just enough to make heat crawl beneath your skin. You shifted under the weight of it, suddenly far too aware of yourself. Those blue eyes of his made you feel completely bare standing in front of him.
“What are you havin’?” he asked in a low rumble.
You realized then that you hadn’t even decided yet.
Suddenly, you weren’t in the mood for a drink at all, not with the way Leon was looking at you.
Heat crept up your neck when his eyes dipped to your lips, slightly parted as you struggled to think of an answer. The bar's dim lighting softened your features and made your skin glow despite how tired you felt.
“I— do you recommend anything?” you asked, trying to ignore the way his attention kept lingering on you.
Leon rubbed a hand along the stubble lining his jaw, the motion slow and absentminded. “Hm. I usually just go for whiskey.”
You nodded lightly before finally getting the bartender’s attention and ordering a whiskey neat.
Leon watched quietly as the bartender poured the amber liquid; the glass slid toward you. The second you picked it up, you glanced back at Leon and, without giving yourself too much time to think, tipped the drink back in one smooth swallow.
The burn hit instantly.
Heat spread down your throat and settled deep in your chest, easing some of the tension in your body while leaving behind a pleasant warmth.
One of Leon’s brows lifted slightly, amused.
“What?” you asked, letting out a small laugh as you set the empty glass back onto the counter.
“Nothin’,” he murmured, though the faint smirk tugging at his lips said otherwise. His eyes lingered on you a second too long, drawn to the way your lips were still slightly glossy from the whiskey.
You suddenly felt very aware of how close he was sitting beside you.
“What are you in town for?” you asked softly.
“Just got back from a job,” Leon replied, rolling the glass slowly between his fingers. “You?”
“I’m here for work, actually.”
Leon hummed quietly, his gaze drifting over your face before lowering for just a second. He noticed the subtle way your thighs pressed together beneath the bar stool, the way your breathing had changed since he’d moved closer.
“Got any plans tonight?” he asked, voice quieter now.
Your breath hitched slightly at the question.
You swallowed. “No… do you?”
Leon leaned in just enough for you to feel the warmth of his breath near your ear, the scent of whiskey and cologne surrounding you completely now.
“I will,” he said softly. “If you’d join me upstairs in my suite.”
A bite of your lip and a quiet yes was all it took.
The corner of Leon's mouth twitched into a small smile as he held out his hand. For a moment, you stared at it, your pulse quickening in your chest, before slipping your hand into his. His fingers closed around yours, warm and firm, sending a flutter through you.
Together, you left the comfort of the hotel bar behind. The low hum of music was now a distant sound. Neither of you said much. The silence wasn't awkward; it was charged, filled with unspoken thoughts and the awareness of where the night was heading.
When you reached the elevator, Leon stepped forward and pressed the call button. The doors slid open with a soft chime. He placed a hand against the door frame, holding it open for you.
"After you," he said.
You stepped inside, catching the faint scent of his cologne as he followed a second later. The doors closed, sealing the two of you away from the rest of the world. The elevator began its slow ascent, and suddenly the space felt much smaller.
Your gaze flickered to his for only a second before looking away again, but not before noticing the outline of his cock. every passing floor felt longer than the last.
The heavy elevator doors slid open on the thirteenth floor, and you stepped out, following Leon down the quiet hallway toward his room. A soft beep sounded as he held his key card to the lock, the light flashing green before the door clicked open.
The moment you stepped inside, your nerves seemed to double.
"Make yourself comfortable," Leon said.
You nodded and settled onto the loveseat near the edge of the room. The suite was spacious yet cozy, featuring a king-size bed that faced a large flat-screen television, along with an oversized bathroom that connected to a walk-in closet.
Leon took a seat beside you.
You immediately became aware of how close he was.
Your hands twisted together in your lap as you stared down at them, suddenly feeling like that shy, naive college girl all over again. It didn't matter how much time had passed. Sitting beside Leon still had the same effect on you.
He noticed your nervous fidgeting almost immediately. He thought it was cute. What he found even more amusing was the way you kept unconsciously rubbing your thighs together.
Leon leaned back against the couch, studying you for a moment.
He had always thought you were cute. He could still remember the way you used to wander around the house a few years ago in those plaid skirts, completely unaware of the effect you had on him. More than once, he'd found himself forcing his gaze elsewhere, trying to maintain some semblance of composure whenever you were nearby.
Being your father's best friend meant he had perfected the art of acting unaffected. Your father never noticed the lingering glances or the way Leon would suddenly find himself distracted whenever you entered a room. He certainly never realized how hard he would get when you were around.
Now, though, everything about you has changed. The youthful edges he remembered had softened; your curves were fuller than before, softer in all the right places. His gaze lingered on the swell of your breasts, imagining how perfectly they would fit beneath his hands. Your hips flared more beautifully now, and your ass was rounder, more pronounced, a tempting handful that would fit his grasp.
“Do I make you nervous?”
“Maybe. A little.”
A faint smile tugged at the corner of Leon’s mouth as he leaned in closer.
“You have nothing to be nervous about,” he murmured. “I could even help with that little ache you're feeling right now.”
His knowing gaze briefly dipped toward your lap before returning to meet your eyes, as though he already knew exactly what was running through your mind.
“Okay,” you replied softly.
At your answer, Leon moved slowly, dropping to his knees in front of you, giving you every opportunity to change your mind. His hands found the waistband of your shorts, carefully guiding the material down your legs. The sight that greeted him made his jaw tighten, a noticeable damp patch against the soft pink cotton of your panties.
He fought back a groan, his gaze lingering for a moment before lifting to meet yours. Gently, he settled his hands against your thighs, encouraging them apart. The gesture sent a rush of heat through you, and you found yourself biting your lip as nerves coiled low in your stomach.
You felt Leon's warm breath against your thighs; a trail of lingering kisses, each one pressed carefully against your skin as he moved closer. He paused for a moment, breathing you in, his eyes turning a shade darker than their regular blue.
“Fuck...” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “I need a taste of you.” he hooked his fingers beneath the waistband of your panties and slowly pulled them down, never taking his eyes off your cunt.
His hot mouth found your cunt in record time, a strangled cry escaping your throat the moment his tongue flicked your clit. He treated you like something precious, taking his time in a way no one else ever had. Guys your age were selfish, and only thought of themselves during sex, but leon? He was worshipping.
His hands slid up your thighs, gripping them firmly and holding you in place as your hips began to move on their own accord. Every touch felt deliberate, every movement confident. A breathless sound slipped from your lips.
“mmh..yes!”
Leon seemed to know exactly how to draw every reaction from you. He paid attention to every tremble, every gasp, every shift of your body. A low groan rumbled from his chest that you felt through your core.
The pressure continued to build, winding tighter and tighter until your thoughts became a blur. Just when you thought you couldn't take another second of it, when you were right on the edge, he pulled away.
A soft purr escaped you immediately, a pout settling on your lips at the sudden loss. Leon looked up at you with a triumphant smirk. “If you're gonna come apart,” he said, his voice low and certain, “you're gonna do it with me inside of you, baby.”
“But first,” Leon said, his voice low, “I need to get you ready for me.”
Two fingers parted your folds, gathering your juices before he slowly pushed them inside. A moan immediately slipped from your lips.
He started at an unhurried pace, taking his time and showing far more patience than you wanted him to. Every second felt like its own form of torture. Just when you thought you might lose your mind, he added a third finger, and his rhythm quickened, and you mewled.
The pressure of his pace was felt against your G-spot, and your core tightened around his digits. A new tingle began to build inside you, making you feel as though you needed to pee.
You couldn't form a single coherent thought, let alone words. His skilled fingers had your mind completely clouded, your thoughts scattered, and your vision beginning to blur at the edges as that overwhelming feeling continued.
Then, just as it threatened to consume you, Leon pulled his fingers away, the evidence of your arousal slick in his fingers, catching the light in the room, making it shimmer.
“Not fair,” you complained with a pout.
Leon chuckled.
As he removed the remaining clothes that separated you two, your eyes immediately dropped to his cock. He was thick and long; angry veins traced along the length of him, leading to a flushed tip. You could not take your eyes off, mouth parted slightly at the sight of him, you drooled.
His palm stroked along his length soothingly as Leon stared at you. He caught the way your eyes sparkled.
“Want my cock, baby?” You looked up into his eyes and nodded.
“Yes,” you murmured.
A satisfied smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
“Up,” Leon commanded.
Your legs felt shaky as you obeyed. He grasped the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head, quickly discarding it before removing your bra. His eyes swept over you for a moment, taking you in, making you blush.
He walked to the edge of the bed and sat before motioning for you to come over. When you stepped between his knees, he turned you around and held you firmly by your hips, guiding you to stand straight in front of him. The warmth of his hands lingered against your skin, slowly roaming, tracing the curve of your waist to your ass before settling on your hips.
He angled his curved cock and moved it between your folds at a slow, steady pace, taking his time as if savoring every second. The teasing motion sent a shiver through you, your body reacting instinctively. Little purrs escaped your lips at the feeling of his length brushing against your clit, your thighs trembling despite your efforts to stay still.
A low grunt left him, rough and restrained. You could hear the slight hitch in his breathing, could feel the tension in the way his fingers flexed against your hips. He wasn't even inside you yet and your pussy was making him a mad man.
Your head tipped back slightly, your lips parting as you struggled to hold onto your composure. “P-please,” you whispered, the word slipping out before you could stop it.
“Please, what?” he asked, his voice low and teasing. “Use your words, big girl.”
A loud smack echoed through the room as his palm landed against your ass.
You swallowed hard, your cheeks warming under his gaze.
“F-fuck me...” you managed, barely above a whisper.
He inched in slowly, letting you feel every prominent vein as he stretched you wide. Even though he had tried his best to prepare you, nothing could compare to his size.
“Relax for me,” Leon said before placing a kiss along your neck.
You could feel his breath near your ear as his hands moved from your hips up to your breasts, where he began to play with your nipples, eliciting a soft moan from you. The distraction helped, allowing your body to relax a little more and making it easier for him to ease further inside.
“Good girl, that's it.”
His words encouraged you to push yourself further. It was a delicious stretch, intense yet impossible to pull away from. When you finally sank fully onto him, a low rumble came from deep within his chest. You felt his heavy balls settle against the base of your ass as he held you steady.
For a moment, neither of you moved. You simply sat there, taking in the feeling of his cock warming your gummy walls.
You braced yourself, placing a hand on each of his knees for support as you slowly began to find a rhythm, your hips moving in slow circles. The motion felt natural, and before long you settled into the pace, each movement drawing a soft breath from your lips as you held onto him.
Leon wanted to take his time with you, to savor every second of it, but he couldn't compose himself.
He took charge, holding you firmly against him as he moved with purpose. “Oh my God,” you mewled, unable to stop the little pitchy moans that slipped from your parted lips. They were sounds of pure pleasure, sounds you hadn't made in so long—or maybe ever, really.
You dug your nails into his thighs as the sharp sound of skin against skin overpowered the mix of whimpers and groans filling the room. He took a tight grip around your stomach and lifted both of you, holding you firmly against him with effortless strength. The sudden movement stole your breath, a soft sound slipping past your lips as he kept you close.
His grip never wavered, one arm locked securely around your middle while the other moved between your thighs. He took a grip on your pink, puffy pussy, smacking, rubbing, and pinching. The sting of each smack bloomed into warmth, followed by the slow drag of his touch. His fingers moved with purpose, alternating between rough and soothing, never letting you settle into one sensation for long.
Your g-spot was being obliterated by his cock.
“shit.. I should’ve fucked this pussy a long time ago,” he grunted out, followed by “when you would bend over in your cute little plaid skirts, I should've fucked you right then and there. You would’ve let me, wouldn’t ya?”
You couldn’t form words, not with how he was fucking you, his dirty words making your climax come closer. You could feel that tingle from before finding its way back. “Lost all words, have you?”
You somehow mumbled out a “yes” in between his thrusts. The edges of your vision blurred when an overbearing need to pee started again, “leon–i think i need to pee”
But he didn't stop, telling you to feel your way through it until it hit a pinnacle. Small driplets of liquid poured from your cunt as your purrs grew louder.
Leon changed the position, placing you face down on the bed. One of his knees was raised while the other rested against the mattress, giving him better leverage and allowing him to go deeper. The new angle stole the breath from your lungs, making your fingers curl into the sheets beneath you.
A growl rumbled from him once, then again, the sound low, rough, and strained. His hands tightened against you as he held you in place, the mattress shifting beneath the combined weight of your bodies.
His cum came in wave after wave, each pulse stronger than the last. It didn't stop until it overflowed your cunt, trailing down your thighs and leaving a glistening path across the tangled white sheets beneath you.
Leon wasn’t finished with you yet; he had all night and wouldn't waste a second of it.
The hotel bar was quiet when you went down for a drink, still dressed in comfy gray shorts with a tee that you’d worn all day. Traveling to New York on a red-eye flight hadn’t been ideal, but your job hadn’t exactly given you a choice. Exhaustion clung heavily to you; your under-eye bags felt impossibly dark, and your eyes were still puffy from lack of sleep.
A drink sounded like the only thing capable of easing the stress weighing on your shoulders.
You ran a hand through your hair, the strands slightly tangled from the long day of traveling, and stepped up to the bar. Besides the bartender, there was only one other person, a man sitting a few stools away in a fitted navy blue long-sleeved shirt that clung to his broad frame, the sleeves pushed slightly up his forearms. Veins traced faintly beneath sun-kissed skin, and the expensive silver watch around his wrist caught the dim light every time he lifted his glass.
You barely glanced at him at first, only noticing the way he finished his drink before tossing a thick stack of cash onto the counter without a second thought.
You turned your attention back toward the bartender, about to order, when a familiar voice suddenly spoke your name from beside you.
Your head snapped toward him.
The man at the bar was Leon, your dad’s best friend.
Back when you were still in school, you’d had the most ridiculous crush on him. He’d been handsome then, younger and sharp around the edges, but somehow age had only made him more attractive. The silver threaded through his hair suited him far too well, the strands slightly messy like he’d been running a hand through them all night. Light stubble shadowed his jaw now, roughening features that had once seemed almost unfairly perfect. It made him look older in the best possible way.
And his eyes.
Those piercing blue eyes still carried that same calm intensity you remembered, but there was something heavier behind them now, something tired, experienced, almost dangerous. The kind of look that made your stomach tighten the second it settled on you.
Meanwhile, you looked like a complete mess. You could only hope he couldn’t tell how exhausted you were.
You straightened slightly and forced a smile onto your face.
Leon’s gaze swept over you slowly, lingering just enough to make heat crawl beneath your skin. You shifted under the weight of it, suddenly far too aware of yourself. Those blue eyes of his made you feel completely bare standing in front of him.
“What are you havin’?” he asked in a low rumble.
You realized then that you hadn’t even decided yet.
Suddenly, you weren’t in the mood for a drink at all, not with the way Leon was looking at you.
Heat crept up your neck when his eyes dipped to your lips, slightly parted as you struggled to think of an answer. The bar's dim lighting softened your features and made your skin glow despite how tired you felt.
“I— do you recommend anything?” you asked, trying to ignore the way his attention kept lingering on you.
Leon rubbed a hand along the stubble lining his jaw, the motion slow and absentminded. “Hm. I usually just go for whiskey.”
You nodded lightly before finally getting the bartender’s attention and ordering a whiskey neat.
Leon watched quietly as the bartender poured the amber liquid; the glass slid toward you. The second you picked it up, you glanced back at Leon and, without giving yourself too much time to think, tipped the drink back in one smooth swallow.
The burn hit instantly.
Heat spread down your throat and settled deep in your chest, easing some of the tension in your body while leaving behind a pleasant warmth.
One of Leon’s brows lifted slightly, amused.
“What?” you asked, letting out a small laugh as you set the empty glass back onto the counter.
“Nothin’,” he murmured, though the faint smirk tugging at his lips said otherwise. His eyes lingered on you a second too long, drawn to the way your lips were still slightly glossy from the whiskey.
You suddenly felt very aware of how close he was sitting beside you.
“What are you in town for?” you asked softly.
“Just got back from a job,” Leon replied, rolling the glass slowly between his fingers. “You?”
“I’m here for work, actually.”
Leon hummed quietly, his gaze drifting over your face before lowering for just a second. He noticed the subtle way your thighs pressed together beneath the bar stool, the way your breathing had changed since he’d moved closer.
“Got any plans tonight?” he asked, voice quieter now.
Your breath hitched slightly at the question.
You swallowed. “No… do you?”
Leon leaned in just enough for you to feel the warmth of his breath near your ear, the scent of whiskey and cologne surrounding you completely now.
“I will,” he said softly. “If you’d join me upstairs in my suite.”
A bite of your lip and a quiet yes was all it took.
The corner of Leon's mouth twitched into a small smile as he held out his hand. For a moment, you stared at it, your pulse quickening in your chest, before slipping your hand into his. His fingers closed around yours, warm and firm, sending a flutter through you.
Together, you left the comfort of the hotel bar behind. The low hum of music was now a distant sound. Neither of you said much. The silence wasn't awkward; it was charged, filled with unspoken thoughts and the awareness of where the night was heading.
When you reached the elevator, Leon stepped forward and pressed the call button. The doors slid open with a soft chime. He placed a hand against the door frame, holding it open for you.
"After you," he said.
You stepped inside, catching the faint scent of his cologne as he followed a second later. The doors closed, sealing the two of you away from the rest of the world. The elevator began its slow ascent, and suddenly the space felt much smaller.
Your gaze flickered to his for only a second before looking away again, but not before noticing the outline of his cock. every passing floor felt longer than the last.
The heavy elevator doors slid open on the thirteenth floor, and you stepped out, following Leon down the quiet hallway toward his room. A soft beep sounded as he held his key card to the lock, the light flashing green before the door clicked open.
The moment you stepped inside, your nerves seemed to double.
"Make yourself comfortable," Leon said.
You nodded and settled onto the loveseat near the edge of the room. The suite was spacious yet cozy, featuring a king-size bed that faced a large flat-screen television, along with an oversized bathroom that connected to a walk-in closet.
Leon took a seat beside you.
You immediately became aware of how close he was.
Your hands twisted together in your lap as you stared down at them, suddenly feeling like that shy, naive college girl all over again. It didn't matter how much time had passed. Sitting beside Leon still had the same effect on you.
He noticed your nervous fidgeting almost immediately. He thought it was cute. What he found even more amusing was the way you kept unconsciously rubbing your thighs together.
Leon leaned back against the couch, studying you for a moment.
He had always thought you were cute. He could still remember the way you used to wander around the house a few years ago in those plaid skirts, completely unaware of the effect you had on him. More than once, he'd found himself forcing his gaze elsewhere, trying to maintain some semblance of composure whenever you were nearby.
Being your father's best friend meant he had perfected the art of acting unaffected. Your father never noticed the lingering glances or the way Leon would suddenly find himself distracted whenever you entered a room. He certainly never realized how hard he would get when you were around.
Now, though, everything about you has changed. The youthful edges he remembered had softened; your curves were fuller than before, softer in all the right places. His gaze lingered on the swell of your breasts, imagining how perfectly they would fit beneath his hands. Your hips flared more beautifully now, and your ass was rounder, more pronounced, a tempting handful that would fit his grasp.
“Do I make you nervous?”
“Maybe. A little.”
A faint smile tugged at the corner of Leon’s mouth as he leaned in closer.
“You have nothing to be nervous about,” he murmured. “I could even help with that little ache you're feeling right now.”
His knowing gaze briefly dipped toward your lap before returning to meet your eyes, as though he already knew exactly what was running through your mind.
“Okay,” you replied softly.
At your answer, Leon moved slowly, dropping to his knees in front of you, giving you every opportunity to change your mind. His hands found the waistband of your shorts, carefully guiding the material down your legs. The sight that greeted him made his jaw tighten, a noticeable damp patch against the soft pink cotton of your panties.
He fought back a groan, his gaze lingering for a moment before lifting to meet yours. Gently, he settled his hands against your thighs, encouraging them apart. The gesture sent a rush of heat through you, and you found yourself biting your lip as nerves coiled low in your stomach.
You felt Leon's warm breath against your thighs; a trail of lingering kisses, each one pressed carefully against your skin as he moved closer. He paused for a moment, breathing you in, his eyes turning a shade darker than their regular blue.
“Fuck...” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “I need a taste of you.” he hooked his fingers beneath the waistband of your panties and slowly pulled them down, never taking his eyes off your cunt.
His hot mouth found your cunt in record time, a strangled cry escaping your throat the moment his tongue flicked your clit. He treated you like something precious, taking his time in a way no one else ever had. Guys your age were selfish, and only thought of themselves during sex, but leon? He was worshipping.
His hands slid up your thighs, gripping them firmly and holding you in place as your hips began to move on their own accord. Every touch felt deliberate, every movement confident. A breathless sound slipped from your lips.
“mmh..yes!”
Leon seemed to know exactly how to draw every reaction from you. He paid attention to every tremble, every gasp, every shift of your body. A low groan rumbled from his chest that you felt through your core.
The pressure continued to build, winding tighter and tighter until your thoughts became a blur. Just when you thought you couldn't take another second of it, when you were right on the edge, he pulled away.
A soft purr escaped you immediately, a pout settling on your lips at the sudden loss. Leon looked up at you with a triumphant smirk. “If you're gonna come apart,” he said, his voice low and certain, “you're gonna do it with me inside of you, baby.”
“But first,” Leon said, his voice low, “I need to get you ready for me.”
Two fingers parted your folds, gathering your juices before he slowly pushed them inside. A moan immediately slipped from your lips.
He started at an unhurried pace, taking his time and showing far more patience than you wanted him to. Every second felt like its own form of torture. Just when you thought you might lose your mind, he added a third finger, and his rhythm quickened, and you mewled.
The pressure of his pace was felt against your G-spot, and your core tightened around his digits. A new tingle began to build inside you, making you feel as though you needed to pee.
You couldn't form a single coherent thought, let alone words. His skilled fingers had your mind completely clouded, your thoughts scattered, and your vision beginning to blur at the edges as that overwhelming feeling continued.
Then, just as it threatened to consume you, Leon pulled his fingers away, the evidence of your arousal slick in his fingers, catching the light in the room, making it shimmer.
“Not fair,” you complained with a pout.
Leon chuckled.
As he removed the remaining clothes that separated you two, your eyes immediately dropped to his cock. He was thick and long; angry veins traced along the length of him, leading to a flushed tip. You could not take your eyes off, mouth parted slightly at the sight of him, you drooled.
His palm stroked along his length soothingly as Leon stared at you. He caught the way your eyes sparkled.
“Want my cock, baby?” You looked up into his eyes and nodded.
“Yes,” you murmured.
A satisfied smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
“Up,” Leon commanded.
Your legs felt shaky as you obeyed. He grasped the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head, quickly discarding it before removing your bra. His eyes swept over you for a moment, taking you in, making you blush.
He walked to the edge of the bed and sat before motioning for you to come over. When you stepped between his knees, he turned you around and held you firmly by your hips, guiding you to stand straight in front of him. The warmth of his hands lingered against your skin, slowly roaming, tracing the curve of your waist to your ass before settling on your hips.
He angled his curved cock and moved it between your folds at a slow, steady pace, taking his time as if savoring every second. The teasing motion sent a shiver through you, your body reacting instinctively. Little purrs escaped your lips at the feeling of his length brushing against your clit, your thighs trembling despite your efforts to stay still.
A low grunt left him, rough and restrained. You could hear the slight hitch in his breathing, could feel the tension in the way his fingers flexed against your hips. He wasn't even inside you yet and your pussy was making him a mad man.
Your head tipped back slightly, your lips parting as you struggled to hold onto your composure. “P-please,” you whispered, the word slipping out before you could stop it.
“Please, what?” he asked, his voice low and teasing. “Use your words, big girl.”
A loud smack echoed through the room as his palm landed against your ass.
You swallowed hard, your cheeks warming under his gaze.
“F-fuck me...” you managed, barely above a whisper.
He inched in slowly, letting you feel every prominent vein as he stretched you wide. Even though he had tried his best to prepare you, nothing could compare to his size.
“Relax for me,” Leon said before placing a kiss along your neck.
You could feel his breath near your ear as his hands moved from your hips up to your breasts, where he began to play with your nipples, eliciting a soft moan from you. The distraction helped, allowing your body to relax a little more and making it easier for him to ease further inside.
“Good girl, that's it.”
His words encouraged you to push yourself further. It was a delicious stretch, intense yet impossible to pull away from. When you finally sank fully onto him, a low rumble came from deep within his chest. You felt his heavy balls settle against the base of your ass as he held you steady.
For a moment, neither of you moved. You simply sat there, taking in the feeling of his cock warming your gummy walls.
You braced yourself, placing a hand on each of his knees for support as you slowly began to find a rhythm, your hips moving in slow circles. The motion felt natural, and before long you settled into the pace, each movement drawing a soft breath from your lips as you held onto him.
Leon wanted to take his time with you, to savor every second of it, but he couldn't compose himself.
He took charge, holding you firmly against him as he moved with purpose. “Oh my God,” you mewled, unable to stop the little pitchy moans that slipped from your parted lips. They were sounds of pure pleasure, sounds you hadn't made in so long—or maybe ever, really.
You dug your nails into his thighs as the sharp sound of skin against skin overpowered the mix of whimpers and groans filling the room. He took a tight grip around your stomach and lifted both of you, holding you firmly against him with effortless strength. The sudden movement stole your breath, a soft sound slipping past your lips as he kept you close.
His grip never wavered, one arm locked securely around your middle while the other moved between your thighs. He took a grip on your pink, puffy pussy, smacking, rubbing, and pinching. The sting of each smack bloomed into warmth, followed by the slow drag of his touch. His fingers moved with purpose, alternating between rough and soothing, never letting you settle into one sensation for long.
Your g-spot was being obliterated by his cock.
“shit.. I should’ve fucked this pussy a long time ago,” he grunted out, followed by “when you would bend over in your cute little plaid skirts, I should've fucked you right then and there. You would’ve let me, wouldn’t ya?”
You couldn’t form words, not with how he was fucking you, his dirty words making your climax come closer. You could feel that tingle from before finding its way back. “Lost all words, have you?”
You somehow mumbled out a “yes” in between his thrusts. The edges of your vision blurred when an overbearing need to pee started again, “leon–i think i need to pee”
But he didn't stop, telling you to feel your way through it until it hit a pinnacle. Small driplets of liquid poured from your cunt as your purrs grew louder.
Leon changed the position, placing you face down on the bed. One of his knees was raised while the other rested against the mattress, giving him better leverage and allowing him to go deeper. The new angle stole the breath from your lungs, making your fingers curl into the sheets beneath you.
A growl rumbled from him once, then again, the sound low, rough, and strained. His hands tightened against you as he held you in place, the mattress shifting beneath the combined weight of your bodies.
His cum came in wave after wave, each pulse stronger than the last. It didn't stop until it overflowed your cunt, trailing down your thighs and leaving a glistening path across the tangled white sheets beneath you.
Leon wasn’t finished with you yet; he had all night and wouldn't waste a second of it.
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