Summary: You and Leon have been together for a few years, you are a simple civilian who worked at a cute little book shop when one day, Leon happened to walk in and he was immediately smitten. From that day forward, Leon always feared that his work would follow him home and lead back to you, and put you in danger. You too had this fear but you'd rather risk it than not have Leon in your life. However, one day, when it was least expected, you had been taken by someone who wanted to hurt Leon and they almost succeeded. You were tortured, beat and held hostage until Leon found you and brought you to safety. Unfortunately, you keep reliving it. When you close your eyes at night, you can see, feel and hear everything.
Warnings: Angst, fluff, Leon comforting reader, mentions of panic attacks
For about 2 years now, you have struggled immensely with night terrors. For the first few months after it first happened, you got them every single night, anytime you closed your eyes, you had no escape. As time has passed, it now comes and goes, it just so happens that as of the last couple of weeks, they have been getting more consistent. You had hidden it from Leon because you didn't want him to worry. Hiding it was easy as Leon had spent a good time away on a mission, but now he's back and you don't think you can hide it much longer.
You aren't sure what time it is when you awaken from your sleep, all you know is that you have woken up drenched in sweat and tears. Your entire body shaking, quivering like a scared animal. The nightmare was bad this time...really bad, possibly the worst. So bad that when you wake up, you begin to have a panic attack.
With your hand to your chest, you helplessly attempt to slow your breathing but it only gets worse and you begin to gasp, your lungs and chest feel so tight that it's uncomfortable, your hands and finger tips are tingling like static running through your nerves. You try to be quiet, you know Leon is next to you asleep and the last thing you want to do is wake him, not when he already struggles with getting to sleep.
With this in mind you shakily stumble out of the bed until your bare feet make contact with the hardwood floor and you move to the ensuite bathroom. You quietly push the door open and stand over the sink. You turn the sink on to run the cold water, you then bring your wrists under it. Apparently running your wrists under cold water helps with anxiety and panic attacks, although the longer you keep yours under, it becomes apparent that it does not work for you. You turn off the tap and just sit on the bathroom floor, sobbing to yourself. Your mind relentlessly reminds you of the night terror and you can't seem to stop asking yourself when it will all end, when will the terrors leave you alone, when will you become normal again.
Initially, Leon hadn't heard you wake up. The exhaustion that he was avoiding during his mission had caught up to him and knocked him out once he hit the bed.
However, he had heard you turn on the bathroom light and he heard the sound ion the tap, the water streaming like a waterfall. At first, he just thought you had to use the bathroom but after a miniute or two, he heard the sink stop and he heard your cries, he heard your vulnerable pants. In an instant, Leon is up out of the bed, he rushes into the bathroom, his eyes darting around the bathroom until he finds you curled up in a ball. His eyes soften and he gently approaches you and kneels down in front of you. He had seen you have panic attacks, he had seen many, he began to learn what calmed you, what relaxed you and there was only one thing...him.
Leon carefully reaches out to take your hand and hold it in his. You hadn't even realised he was in the room till he grabbed you. Your head slowly lifts up from your chest and Leon is met with bloodshot eyes and tear stained cheeks. His chest ached at the sight, he hated seeing you hurt, or upset. He done everything in his power to ensure you were happy.
He steadied himself and opened his arm, "C'mere, baby..." he spoke softly, so soft that it was a hushed whisper. You adhered to his gentle request and practically crawled into his lap, your legs wrapping around his waist, and while one of his hands was still wrapped in yours, his other arm wrapped around your back, pressing you further into him.
"Did they come back, the nightmares?" he softly questioned, to which you respond with a small nod as you cry into his chest. Knowing that you are still so affected and traumatised by the vents that happened just eats Leon alive with guilt. He was so hesitant to bring you into his life for this reason.
"I know I can't undo what's already been done, but I promise you, nothing will hurt you ever again. I'll kill any bastard that tries to, I promise, baby" Leon pledges as he softly strokes your back and your hand, his other hand slowly coming up to pet your hair in soothing strokes.
After a couple of minutes, your breathing slows, your head still pressed to Leon's bare chest. You can't help but think about Leon, how he thinks this is his fault, that you blame him for this, but you don't. You understood what you were getting into when you started dating Leon, you knew there were risks, but even now, they're all worth it, they're worth it for him.
You slowly bring your head up to look at Leon to which he is already looking down at you with his frosty eyes.
"This isn't your fault..." you quietly mutter, hoping he'll believe you but he probably won't.
"baby-" you cut him off before he can argue with you
"its not your fault, I have never and will never blame you for this.." even in this state, you still look at him as though he hung the moon and stars for you, he sees no resentment, no anger, no disappointment. He just sees love, the love you have for him.
Not knowing how to respond, he just tightens his arms around you like a precious jewel and stands up with you in his arms.
"Let's get you to bed, hm?" he looks down at you as he carries you to the bed again but he sees that fear appear back in your eyes, the fear of having to go back to sleep.
"I'll hold you, I won't let you go...remember, I won't let anything happen to you. As long as I'm alive, nothing will ever hurt you" he promises once again and he means it. He'll do everything it takes to protect you. In response you just nod again slowly as Leon lays in the bed, he tucks you into his side, acting as a shield, a blanket. Once he knows your comfortable, he grabs the duvet and pulls it up over the both of you and with a soft kiss to your hand and forehead, you both shut your eyes.
Take your incest/rape kinks or fantasies off of this app and into the notes app. Can’t find a normal Leon Kennedy fan fic without seeing ts. Just cause u get off on it doesn’t mean it doesn’t trigger anyone else babe you’re disgusting, a creep, and weirdo go to twt or pornhub they would very much appreciate you there!!! Get therapy too you’re weird asf and a potential predator too.
Summary: it's rough this time around since leon's been back, so naturally, the two of you seem to be pacing yourselves before getting intimate again. but after discovering something he thinks might be a secret of yours, well, he has to get to the bottom of it, right?
Content tags + warnings: Smut (18+) domesticity, absence makes the heart grow fonder etc, leon interrogates you within (damn, it's the cop in him, or should i say you) extenuating circumstances, he fingers you, fixating on underwear, unprotected sex, leon likes talking testing out his one liners on you during. mostly pwp, but you're free to imagine which leon you think this fits. the timeline i had in mind was for somewhere before or after re4, though.
Note: 3.6k+ wc written on a whim because i am so hot for this man. not sure i'll write for him again since i'm super insecure about portraying him. and ik nobody asked for this, but again here it is. i'll head back to the rest of stuff i plan to finish lol.
It wasn't like you weren't excited to have Leon back in your arms. It was nice, but it felt somewhat stilted, like if you didn't hold onto him tight enough he'd be gone. As if you were dreaming, if you woke up too soon he'd dissipate right then and there. But as you laid there, you didn't expect to be the restless one.
Leon's breathing was deep and heavy, meaning that he had already knocked out by now. Which, it was likely to be expected since he was back home for now. Not that were expecting a play by play of everything that had happened, but you at least expected at least a little bit of conversation. Okay, maybe you were being a bit insensitive— deep down you would never truly understand what he's been through, no matter how hard you tried to.
You squeezed your eyes shut, pressing your face close to his shoulder, as your arms remained wrapped around his middle. You were probably overthinking the whole thing. Maybe in the morning things would resume at least to a normal degree.
But unfortunately, your mind kept shifting back and forth in a paranoid frenzy, all while he was completely unconscious. It probably hadn't helped that his last memory of you before leaving was an argument the night before. You only had fragments of it still stuck in your head, but what made it all the more agonizing was the look on his face. You didn't fully understand it, but you could tell when Leon was upset.
He never took it out on you, never raised a hand, or even his voice at you. But the silence made things feel so much more punishing, like this was the last straw. Most of the time you two worked through it, albeit sometimes it felt like a slow process, it still felt like maybe things could get better. And if not, where would that leave you two?
Not that you felt that you would be the one to break things off— but it'd been a couple of months now and you were seriously reconsidering if you could handle a relationship with him. Especially if you were a worried wreck, and if things continued to where communication felt strained inbetween the time spent together.
The next day came, and after getting dressed for the day, Leon emerged from the bedroom, and although his entire form read as weary, he felt a tad less so, especially with the way he was immediately greeted with the comforting smells of a cooked breakfast.
As he turned the corner, he spotted you by the sink, having just set the pans in to cool down.
"All this for me?" he asked.
His morning voice was still apparent, but you never minded it, infact you loved the sound of it. Getting to be the first thing he saw in the morning.
"Aw, hey sleepyhead, look who's finally awake."
Leon approached you, wrapping his arm right around your waist, capturing your attention rather quickly. Which made you feel a bit bashful, "Just wanted you to have something nice is all." you added sweetly.
"Well, I can't let this go to waste. Thanks."
He seemed to be in a lighter mood after having had a full night's rest. And as you turned to face him, he leaned in to leave a chaste peck on your lips.
You felt something in your tummy, making you feel a bit nervous, even though he'd kissed you the night before. He could still make you feel like this from a simple touch, similarly to what it was like from the beginning, when you had barely started getting to know each other.
The morning resumed without much incident, infact you felt a little bit better about your relationship for the time being. But he still hadn't talked much about the last mission, and you knew better than to ever attempt to pressure him for more information than he was willing to divulge. Regardless, you knew it was definitely to ensure your protection, so as much as you respected it, it still made you feel closed off from him. But it was a compromise you had resolved to keep, especially since moments like these were going to be some of the more grounded parts of his life to help keep his sanity.
And as much as you had missed him for about a week this time, especially with the travel involved, any debriefing and a plethora of things you weren't privy to, the settled peace never seemed to last long before he would have something else big come up.
Fast forward to just about a few days later, and you were intent to appreciate your man the best that you could, but it seemed that Leon was already feeling like he was being pampered. And that was not something he wanted you to ever feel obligated to do.
It was in the middle of the afternoon, with the two of you working quietly on separate things— you were rotating nonperishables in the pantry of the kitchen, while Leon was mounting a curtain rod somewhere in the living room, especially after you had been meaning to get it done last month. The sun just seemed to love that side of the house, and the heat it generated during the summer wasn't exactly your favorite. And he was not one to sit around, so after he had walked past the packages for the rod and curtains at least twice in the garage today, he figured it would at least keep him busy.
"Hey, when you get a chance, could you take a look in the living room?"
"Sure, babe, I'll be there in a sec!" you called out.
You had gotten a little too invested in organizing things— you had to admit that things got a little out of hand from your depressive episode recently. But as you came out to the living room, you smiled as you admired the curtains.
"Wow, it looks really nice."
Leon demonstrated the difference between when they were open, and then pulled them both closed, and you were impressed even more.
"I'm so glad we went with the blackout curtains." you sighed, admiring how cozy it would feel if you ever wanted to nap on the couch.
"Good, I was hoping I wouldn't have to return them. I can never get those things back into the box."
You looked at Leon, trying to suppress a laugh, since you wouldn't have told him that either, you would have just taken care of it behind the scenes. That way, if they were changed out, and he noticed it too late, you would just play it off as, 'What are you talking about? These are the same ones you put up'
Leon simply shook his head, "As long as you like them."
"I do." you reaffirmed, so that he knew you weren't lying.
Well, it seemed that Leon just couldn't stop himself from taking care of things around the house. Next thing you knew, he was taking out the trash, and by the next time you had walked past the hallway, you saw Leon in the bedroom.
"Leon, I was going to take care of that." you quickly said, hoping to convince him.
There, on the bed, he had the basket of your clean laundry you had left in the corner of the room. Rather embarrassed, you were pretty sure it'd been piling up for about a couple weeks now.
"It's no problem, I know where your things go." he laughed lightly, reassuring you.
"Seriously."
You looked him in the eyes, placing your hand ontop of his, the one he was using to grasp one of your shirts.
"Let me," he insisted, his voice gentle.
You resigned, pulling back your hand hesitantly. You were honestly kind of embarrassed that you had let things get out of hand, but you also knew better than to have this back and forth with Leon. You both had a thing for wanting to do acts of service for each other, but he had a knack for beating you to the punch. And it's not like he was going to hold this over your head later. But you also felt a bit helpless, as if he may have been distracting himself from other things.
"Okay, fine." you finally said, "Thank you."
You stood there for a moment longer, and he quirked an eyebrow at you. "You don't trust me?"
"What? Of course, I do. It's nothing, don't worry." you huffed. "I'll get dinner started, okay? Or are you going to stop me from that, too?"
Leon was finding your insistence pretty adorable, especially since things felt a lot better now that the little disagreements have just been about who would do what chore for who, and so on.
"No, of course not. Your cooking is way better."
You rolled your eyes playfully, and rounded the bed on the side he was standing at, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Alright, I won't argue with that."
Once you stepped back out, you began thinking of the fresh produce and things that you had on hand, keeping Leon's preferences in mind ahead of your own. It was all about the motivation, as long as you were cooking for someone you loved, it just ended up showing in the overall taste and so on.
While you had been getting things prepped just then, Leon's hands were on autopilot, folding through the fabric and materials, thinking about how he was worried about the strain he had likely been stressing on your guys' relationship.
He knew you were worried as all hell about him, and you weren't typically harsh about it, but he also knew that sometimes you were fretting over things that didn't deserve that kind of attention. He had no intention of leaving you, or making you feel unwanted. And as much as he could probably handle things like that a bit better, he couldn't help it sometimes, the things he's gone through has hardened him in ways he never would have expected.
Just then as he was untangling something from one of your bras, he narrowed his eyes, not recognizing immediately what he was looking at. But as his fingers began uncurling it to its natural state, he swallowed, and stared at the flimsy piece of lace. He stretched it, wondering why it looked like it had been cut with scissors right where the middle of your — and that's when he realized it was actually part of the design to be open like that.
They made things like this? For what purpose? Oh right, yeah. He could see the functional, practical reasons why there would be a market for this.
Leon's mind was racing, not only was he wondering why this was not laying around somewhere with a tag still attached, these were intimates he hadn't seen you wear before. And they were in the clean laundry, as if they had been worn before. It struck him, wondering if you had worn these more than once now.
Would you really wear something like that for yourself? Was there someone else? Wait, no. That's definitely unlikely, that didn't seem anything like you.
The longer he thought about it, the hotter his face felt, and he definitely felt a rush of something down his abdomen. He pictured you in them, what it'd be like if you were on the bed, shy and covering yourself with a hand. He'd grasp your wrist, and effortlessly pin it above you, while he would use his other hand to spread your thighs, using his fingers to strum you along, slathering the wetness gathered there as he pictured the moan you'd give him.
He shut his eyes briefly, taking in a deep breath, as he tried to steel himself. Was it even the right time to ask you about this?
Dinner was a success!
Leon, even though he normally would have dug in for seconds, he seemed a bit reluctant this time, but you knew better than to question him on that. Leftovers, it is.
Once you had finished cleaning things up, and were just about to get started on the dishes, you felt Leon pressing himself into you from behind. And this caught you off guard, but you were an opportunist so you wouldn't dare think of pulling away from him now. Especially not when he seemed keen to appreciate you, and as he pressed his lips into the nape of your neck, you followed along in his direction.
"The dishes can wait. I'll do them tomorrow." he spoke, voice coming out huskier than you expected.
"Leon—" you started. And though you had the sweet intent, and didn't want him doing more things for you that you could handle, it was something else entirely that had him interrupting you.
"Let's go to bed."
"I'm not tired," you gently argued, though you knew he meant something else entirely.
Since you didn't seem to be getting the picture, Leon smoothed his hand across your side, to then shift to move across your tummy, until he began to slide it upwards to feel your skin. He didn't speak anymore on it, but his kisses across your neck grew even more insistent, the pressure of his lips, and the warmth of his breath as he then began to gently suckle on your weak spot.
"Okay, I'm coming." you breathed.
"Yeah, you will."
Oh god, yeah. Okay.
You allowed Leon to whisk you away to the bedroom, and once you were inside, he kicked it shut as he then walked you forward until you were going to fall onto the bed. Once he had you on your back, he began following suit, kneeling on the mattress while he remained upright, pulling his shirt off with one hand.
You felt a bit lightheaded just watching him, that trick never got old. Your eyes roved all about his chest, and admired the way his biceps flexed as he then leaned down to hold his weight up, elbows bent on either side of you as he began kissing you again.
It had been a few days since he was back home, but you never tried seducing him into these things, especially if you could tell things were particularly rough on him. Infact, with all that was probably warring in his head, it was any wonder that Leon didn't default to try to fuck it out of his system. He was always gentle with you, and there would be a lot of cuddling. And that's why you hadn't expected any of this tonight, at least not yet. But something must have triggered it, right?
And as the two of you continued to makeout, Leon's hands traveled up your blouse, helping you out of it as you raised your arms up for him. And once it was out of the way, he broke away from the kiss, and began focusing his attention over the curves of your breasts, nipping here and there. Then, his lips met your right shoulder, and using his teeth he began to pull down at the strap.
Your hand landed through his hair as you began playing with it, finding his sudden libido for you to leave you dizzy.
He used his other hand to pull down at the other side, and then he was kissing right between the valley that left the gap between your breasts, staying there for a few moments more until he was now using his mouth to pull at the middle of it, his head shaking a bit as he finally freed them from the cups of your bra.
Your breathing was increasing in tempo, as you were definitely more than a little turned on now, your eyes dilated and blown wide from the rush you felt between your thighs now.
He then began to tug at your pants, and ever the willing assistant, you helped pull a leg back at a time, so that you could expedite the process. And there you were, as he noted the way you were wearing one of his favorite sets, likely not an accident now that he was back. You must have planned it, just in case today he was ready to have you.
Leon was back on you, slotted between your legs as you accommodated him in absolute desperation. His mouth felt feverish as the two of you continued kissing, the only sounds coming from the audible breathing, the muffled moans coming from you as he then began to slip the fabric aside from your panties, priming you for what was to come next.
You broke away from his lips, and your head dipped back into the pillow, and Leon's hair hung infront and tickled your cheek momentarily as he leaned in to whisper something into your ear.
"Can I ask you something?" he said, his voice finally bursting through the hazy heat.
"Yes, of course— ah," you breathed, a bit unsteady.
Leon's finger was already inside of you, as he felt you for the first time since his little hiatus.
"In your laundry," he started.
You giggled for a moment, unsure of what he was going to bring up, especially as he added another one of his thick fingers. Your mouth was left open, as he noted the way a small bit of drool was slipping from the side, which he used the thumb on his freehand to wipe it.
"Yeah?" you asked, obviously a bit distracted.
"There were these panties," he continued, another move of his two fingers, "never seen you wear them," and just like that, he meticulously slipped them forward, working towards the spot within that would have you crying for him.
Your eyes fluttered shut as you hummed, trying to figure out what he was getting at, besides working himself towards your gspot, that is.
Leon applied a bit more pressure, and the sounds of your wetness became even more apparent to the both of you. His breathing seemed affected as well, despite the fact that he was only getting off from pleasuring you, while also trying to drill you for information.
"Oh, there you are," he huffed a laugh.
He felt you go rigid for a moment, and the sudden pitch in your voice changed completely, overtaken from the way he was fucking you with his fingers. You were never performing for Leon, he literally could just get this kind of depth and reaction out of you. Your voice was airy, and as if you were trying to even your breathing, but the sounds that did leave you went straight to his own arousal.
"Are those panties for a special occasion? Who're they for?" he prodded.
You were nearly soundless at times, as the moans seemed to die in your throat, and you, trembling, asked, "Huh? W-What?"
"The ones, they're crotchless… what are they for, and why haven't I seen you in them before?" he bluntly asked, his voice sounding close to a groan. You were certainly affecting him just as much, apparently. "They don't even cover anything," he shuddered.
Your eyes nearly crossed, and you shut them briefly as you could hardly compute what the fuck Leon was even saying to you, and within seconds he had you cumming on his two fingers. And out of desperation you gripped onto his arm, gasping as you were trying to come back to him.
Still trying to catch your breath, you felt you had sucked in too much air and nearly coughed, right as Leon's fingers had gently moved to slip out of you.
"You seem a little winded, did you just come back from a workout?" he asked, smirking.
Normally you would have rolled your eyes and smacked him in the chest, but you felt a quip coming to you, even as you were trying to gather yourself. "You haven't seen me work up a sweat yet."
And although you were a bit wobbly, you shot up from your position, yanking him down with you, and in your little tousle, you ended up ontop of him, working him out of his pants next.
"Stay right where you are, baby." you hushed him with a finger.
Once you had him right where you wanted him, you slid down ontop of his length, bottoming out. "I'll tell you what they're for, but promise you won't get jealous,"
Leon's brows furrowed and his eyes narrowed, as his hands landed on the plush of your hips, grasping them harder to keep you flush to him. "Why would I have a reason to be jealous?"
Once you leaned down to his level, you began detailing why you even bought them to begin with. That on particularly lonely nights, when he was away and pleasure felt like the only thing that soothed you; it was simply because you were tired of constantly soaking right through your panties. Thus, these new ones were something that helped things feel a bit less messy, at least for you, that is.
But Leon was only half paying attention to your explanation, especially with the way the delicious squeeze felt down his shaft, and he was flexing his fingers over your thighs up to your hips, wanting to set a pace that didn't feel so punishing. You were taking your sweet time with him, weren't you?
And thus, the next day, Leon Kennedy always seemed to get his way, and you eagerly wore them at his request. He also was insistent to buy you more, since it was the least he could do, to leave you with something while he was away.
Summary: it's rough this time around since leon's been back, so naturally, the two of you seem to be pacing yourselves before getting intimate again. but after discovering something he thinks might be a secret of yours, well, he has to get to the bottom of it, right?
Content tags + warnings: Smut (18+) domesticity, absence makes the heart grow fonder etc, leon interrogates you within (damn, it's the cop in him, or should i say you) extenuating circumstances, he fingers you, fixating on underwear, unprotected sex, leon likes talking testing out his one liners on you during. mostly pwp, but you're free to imagine which leon you think this fits. the timeline i had in mind was for somewhere before or after re4, though.
Note: 3.6k+ wc written on a whim because i am so hot for this man. not sure i'll write for him again since i'm super insecure about portraying him. and ik nobody asked for this, but again here it is. i'll head back to the rest of stuff i plan to finish lol.
It wasn't like you weren't excited to have Leon back in your arms. It was nice, but it felt somewhat stilted, like if you didn't hold onto him tight enough he'd be gone. As if you were dreaming, if you woke up too soon he'd dissipate right then and there. But as you laid there, you didn't expect to be the restless one.
Leon's breathing was deep and heavy, meaning that he had already knocked out by now. Which, it was likely to be expected since he was back home for now. Not that were expecting a play by play of everything that had happened, but you at least expected at least a little bit of conversation. Okay, maybe you were being a bit insensitive— deep down you would never truly understand what he's been through, no matter how hard you tried to.
You squeezed your eyes shut, pressing your face close to his shoulder, as your arms remained wrapped around his middle. You were probably overthinking the whole thing. Maybe in the morning things would resume at least to a normal degree.
But unfortunately, your mind kept shifting back and forth in a paranoid frenzy, all while he was completely unconscious. It probably hadn't helped that his last memory of you before leaving was an argument the night before. You only had fragments of it still stuck in your head, but what made it all the more agonizing was the look on his face. You didn't fully understand it, but you could tell when Leon was upset.
He never took it out on you, never raised a hand, or even his voice at you. But the silence made things feel so much more punishing, like this was the last straw. Most of the time you two worked through it, albeit sometimes it felt like a slow process, it still felt like maybe things could get better. And if not, where would that leave you two?
Not that you felt that you would be the one to break things off— but it'd been a couple of months now and you were seriously reconsidering if you could handle a relationship with him. Especially if you were a worried wreck, and if things continued to where communication felt strained inbetween the time spent together.
The next day came, and after getting dressed for the day, Leon emerged from the bedroom, and although his entire form read as weary, he felt a tad less so, especially with the way he was immediately greeted with the comforting smells of a cooked breakfast.
As he turned the corner, he spotted you by the sink, having just set the pans in to cool down.
"All this for me?" he asked.
His morning voice was still apparent, but you never minded it, infact you loved the sound of it. Getting to be the first thing he saw in the morning.
"Aw, hey sleepyhead, look who's finally awake."
Leon approached you, wrapping his arm right around your waist, capturing your attention rather quickly. Which made you feel a bit bashful, "Just wanted you to have something nice is all." you added sweetly.
"Well, I can't let this go to waste. Thanks."
He seemed to be in a lighter mood after having had a full night's rest. And as you turned to face him, he leaned in to leave a chaste peck on your lips.
You felt something in your tummy, making you feel a bit nervous, even though he'd kissed you the night before. He could still make you feel like this from a simple touch, similarly to what it was like from the beginning, when you had barely started getting to know each other.
The morning resumed without much incident, infact you felt a little bit better about your relationship for the time being. But he still hadn't talked much about the last mission, and you knew better than to ever attempt to pressure him for more information than he was willing to divulge. Regardless, you knew it was definitely to ensure your protection, so as much as you respected it, it still made you feel closed off from him. But it was a compromise you had resolved to keep, especially since moments like these were going to be some of the more grounded parts of his life to help keep his sanity.
And as much as you had missed him for about a week this time, especially with the travel involved, any debriefing and a plethora of things you weren't privy to, the settled peace never seemed to last long before he would have something else big come up.
Fast forward to just about a few days later, and you were intent to appreciate your man the best that you could, but it seemed that Leon was already feeling like he was being pampered. And that was not something he wanted you to ever feel obligated to do.
It was in the middle of the afternoon, with the two of you working quietly on separate things— you were rotating nonperishables in the pantry of the kitchen, while Leon was mounting a curtain rod somewhere in the living room, especially after you had been meaning to get it done last month. The sun just seemed to love that side of the house, and the heat it generated during the summer wasn't exactly your favorite. And he was not one to sit around, so after he had walked past the packages for the rod and curtains at least twice in the garage today, he figured it would at least keep him busy.
"Hey, when you get a chance, could you take a look in the living room?"
"Sure, babe, I'll be there in a sec!" you called out.
You had gotten a little too invested in organizing things— you had to admit that things got a little out of hand from your depressive episode recently. But as you came out to the living room, you smiled as you admired the curtains.
"Wow, it looks really nice."
Leon demonstrated the difference between when they were open, and then pulled them both closed, and you were impressed even more.
"I'm so glad we went with the blackout curtains." you sighed, admiring how cozy it would feel if you ever wanted to nap on the couch.
"Good, I was hoping I wouldn't have to return them. I can never get those things back into the box."
You looked at Leon, trying to suppress a laugh, since you wouldn't have told him that either, you would have just taken care of it behind the scenes. That way, if they were changed out, and he noticed it too late, you would just play it off as, 'What are you talking about? These are the same ones you put up'
Leon simply shook his head, "As long as you like them."
"I do." you reaffirmed, so that he knew you weren't lying.
Well, it seemed that Leon just couldn't stop himself from taking care of things around the house. Next thing you knew, he was taking out the trash, and by the next time you had walked past the hallway, you saw Leon in the bedroom.
"Leon, I was going to take care of that." you quickly said, hoping to convince him.
There, on the bed, he had the basket of your clean laundry you had left in the corner of the room. Rather embarrassed, you were pretty sure it'd been piling up for about a couple weeks now.
"It's no problem, I know where your things go." he laughed lightly, reassuring you.
"Seriously."
You looked him in the eyes, placing your hand ontop of his, the one he was using to grasp one of your shirts.
"Let me," he insisted, his voice gentle.
You resigned, pulling back your hand hesitantly. You were honestly kind of embarrassed that you had let things get out of hand, but you also knew better than to have this back and forth with Leon. You both had a thing for wanting to do acts of service for each other, but he had a knack for beating you to the punch. And it's not like he was going to hold this over your head later. But you also felt a bit helpless, as if he may have been distracting himself from other things.
"Okay, fine." you finally said, "Thank you."
You stood there for a moment longer, and he quirked an eyebrow at you. "You don't trust me?"
"What? Of course, I do. It's nothing, don't worry." you huffed. "I'll get dinner started, okay? Or are you going to stop me from that, too?"
Leon was finding your insistence pretty adorable, especially since things felt a lot better now that the little disagreements have just been about who would do what chore for who, and so on.
"No, of course not. Your cooking is way better."
You rolled your eyes playfully, and rounded the bed on the side he was standing at, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Alright, I won't argue with that."
Once you stepped back out, you began thinking of the fresh produce and things that you had on hand, keeping Leon's preferences in mind ahead of your own. It was all about the motivation, as long as you were cooking for someone you loved, it just ended up showing in the overall taste and so on.
While you had been getting things prepped just then, Leon's hands were on autopilot, folding through the fabric and materials, thinking about how he was worried about the strain he had likely been stressing on your guys' relationship.
He knew you were worried as all hell about him, and you weren't typically harsh about it, but he also knew that sometimes you were fretting over things that didn't deserve that kind of attention. He had no intention of leaving you, or making you feel unwanted. And as much as he could probably handle things like that a bit better, he couldn't help it sometimes, the things he's gone through has hardened him in ways he never would have expected.
Just then as he was untangling something from one of your bras, he narrowed his eyes, not recognizing immediately what he was looking at. But as his fingers began uncurling it to its natural state, he swallowed, and stared at the flimsy piece of lace. He stretched it, wondering why it looked like it had been cut with scissors right where the middle of your — and that's when he realized it was actually part of the design to be open like that.
They made things like this? For what purpose? Oh right, yeah. He could see the functional, practical reasons why there would be a market for this.
Leon's mind was racing, not only was he wondering why this was not laying around somewhere with a tag still attached, these were intimates he hadn't seen you wear before. And they were in the clean laundry, as if they had been worn before. It struck him, wondering if you had worn these more than once now.
Would you really wear something like that for yourself? Was there someone else? Wait, no. That's definitely unlikely, that didn't seem anything like you.
The longer he thought about it, the hotter his face felt, and he definitely felt a rush of something down his abdomen. He pictured you in them, what it'd be like if you were on the bed, shy and covering yourself with a hand. He'd grasp your wrist, and effortlessly pin it above you, while he would use his other hand to spread your thighs, using his fingers to strum you along, slathering the wetness gathered there as he pictured the moan you'd give him.
He shut his eyes briefly, taking in a deep breath, as he tried to steel himself. Was it even the right time to ask you about this?
Dinner was a success!
Leon, even though he normally would have dug in for seconds, he seemed a bit reluctant this time, but you knew better than to question him on that. Leftovers, it is.
Once you had finished cleaning things up, and were just about to get started on the dishes, you felt Leon pressing himself into you from behind. And this caught you off guard, but you were an opportunist so you wouldn't dare think of pulling away from him now. Especially not when he seemed keen to appreciate you, and as he pressed his lips into the nape of your neck, you followed along in his direction.
"The dishes can wait. I'll do them tomorrow." he spoke, voice coming out huskier than you expected.
"Leon—" you started. And though you had the sweet intent, and didn't want him doing more things for you that you could handle, it was something else entirely that had him interrupting you.
"Let's go to bed."
"I'm not tired," you gently argued, though you knew he meant something else entirely.
Since you didn't seem to be getting the picture, Leon smoothed his hand across your side, to then shift to move across your tummy, until he began to slide it upwards to feel your skin. He didn't speak anymore on it, but his kisses across your neck grew even more insistent, the pressure of his lips, and the warmth of his breath as he then began to gently suckle on your weak spot.
"Okay, I'm coming." you breathed.
"Yeah, you will."
Oh god, yeah. Okay.
You allowed Leon to whisk you away to the bedroom, and once you were inside, he kicked it shut as he then walked you forward until you were going to fall onto the bed. Once he had you on your back, he began following suit, kneeling on the mattress while he remained upright, pulling his shirt off with one hand.
You felt a bit lightheaded just watching him, that trick never got old. Your eyes roved all about his chest, and admired the way his biceps flexed as he then leaned down to hold his weight up, elbows bent on either side of you as he began kissing you again.
It had been a few days since he was back home, but you never tried seducing him into these things, especially if you could tell things were particularly rough on him. Infact, with all that was probably warring in his head, it was any wonder that Leon didn't default to try to fuck it out of his system. He was always gentle with you, and there would be a lot of cuddling. And that's why you hadn't expected any of this tonight, at least not yet. But something must have triggered it, right?
And as the two of you continued to makeout, Leon's hands traveled up your blouse, helping you out of it as you raised your arms up for him. And once it was out of the way, he broke away from the kiss, and began focusing his attention over the curves of your breasts, nipping here and there. Then, his lips met your right shoulder, and using his teeth he began to pull down at the strap.
Your hand landed through his hair as you began playing with it, finding his sudden libido for you to leave you dizzy.
He used his other hand to pull down at the other side, and then he was kissing right between the valley that left the gap between your breasts, staying there for a few moments more until he was now using his mouth to pull at the middle of it, his head shaking a bit as he finally freed them from the cups of your bra.
Your breathing was increasing in tempo, as you were definitely more than a little turned on now, your eyes dilated and blown wide from the rush you felt between your thighs now.
He then began to tug at your pants, and ever the willing assistant, you helped pull a leg back at a time, so that you could expedite the process. And there you were, as he noted the way you were wearing one of his favorite sets, likely not an accident now that he was back. You must have planned it, just in case today he was ready to have you.
Leon was back on you, slotted between your legs as you accommodated him in absolute desperation. His mouth felt feverish as the two of you continued kissing, the only sounds coming from the audible breathing, the muffled moans coming from you as he then began to slip the fabric aside from your panties, priming you for what was to come next.
You broke away from his lips, and your head dipped back into the pillow, and Leon's hair hung infront and tickled your cheek momentarily as he leaned in to whisper something into your ear.
"Can I ask you something?" he said, his voice finally bursting through the hazy heat.
"Yes, of course— ah," you breathed, a bit unsteady.
Leon's finger was already inside of you, as he felt you for the first time since his little hiatus.
"In your laundry," he started.
You giggled for a moment, unsure of what he was going to bring up, especially as he added another one of his thick fingers. Your mouth was left open, as he noted the way a small bit of drool was slipping from the side, which he used the thumb on his freehand to wipe it.
"Yeah?" you asked, obviously a bit distracted.
"There were these panties," he continued, another move of his two fingers, "never seen you wear them," and just like that, he meticulously slipped them forward, working towards the spot within that would have you crying for him.
Your eyes fluttered shut as you hummed, trying to figure out what he was getting at, besides working himself towards your gspot, that is.
Leon applied a bit more pressure, and the sounds of your wetness became even more apparent to the both of you. His breathing seemed affected as well, despite the fact that he was only getting off from pleasuring you, while also trying to drill you for information.
"Oh, there you are," he huffed a laugh.
He felt you go rigid for a moment, and the sudden pitch in your voice changed completely, overtaken from the way he was fucking you with his fingers. You were never performing for Leon, he literally could just get this kind of depth and reaction out of you. Your voice was airy, and as if you were trying to even your breathing, but the sounds that did leave you went straight to his own arousal.
"Are those panties for a special occasion? Who're they for?" he prodded.
You were nearly soundless at times, as the moans seemed to die in your throat, and you, trembling, asked, "Huh? W-What?"
"The ones, they're crotchless… what are they for, and why haven't I seen you in them before?" he bluntly asked, his voice sounding close to a groan. You were certainly affecting him just as much, apparently. "They don't even cover anything," he shuddered.
Your eyes nearly crossed, and you shut them briefly as you could hardly compute what the fuck Leon was even saying to you, and within seconds he had you cumming on his two fingers. And out of desperation you gripped onto his arm, gasping as you were trying to come back to him.
Still trying to catch your breath, you felt you had sucked in too much air and nearly coughed, right as Leon's fingers had gently moved to slip out of you.
"You seem a little winded, did you just come back from a workout?" he asked, smirking.
Normally you would have rolled your eyes and smacked him in the chest, but you felt a quip coming to you, even as you were trying to gather yourself. "You haven't seen me work up a sweat yet."
And although you were a bit wobbly, you shot up from your position, yanking him down with you, and in your little tousle, you ended up ontop of him, working him out of his pants next.
"Stay right where you are, baby." you hushed him with a finger.
Once you had him right where you wanted him, you slid down ontop of his length, bottoming out. "I'll tell you what they're for, but promise you won't get jealous,"
Leon's brows furrowed and his eyes narrowed, as his hands landed on the plush of your hips, grasping them harder to keep you flush to him. "Why would I have a reason to be jealous?"
Once you leaned down to his level, you began detailing why you even bought them to begin with. That on particularly lonely nights, when he was away and pleasure felt like the only thing that soothed you; it was simply because you were tired of constantly soaking right through your panties. Thus, these new ones were something that helped things feel a bit less messy, at least for you, that is.
But Leon was only half paying attention to your explanation, especially with the way the delicious squeeze felt down his shaft, and he was flexing his fingers over your thighs up to your hips, wanting to set a pace that didn't feel so punishing. You were taking your sweet time with him, weren't you?
And thus, the next day, Leon Kennedy always seemed to get his way, and you eagerly wore them at his request. He also was insistent to buy you more, since it was the least he could do, to leave you with something while he was away.
Hiii sooo… I might start to write fan fics more frequently but sometimes I lack ideas of what to write about. That being said, if you have any requests for some Leon fan fics, don’t be shy to drop them in the replies >3333
The sun flooded through the blinds that hung over the windows make you squint your eyes rubbing them as you looked over at the other side of the bed expecting to see leon. The bed was empty and you sat up in confusion scanning the room with squinted eyes.
“Leon?” You called groggily yawning and stretching your arms above your head.
You moved to the edge of the bed stepping off and heading towards the ajar door which let a sliver of warm light into the room.
“Leon?” You said softly opening his office door when you reached the end of the hall.
Leon sat at this desk typing away at the keyboard. He turned around in his chair.
“Hi baby. Sorry i had some work to do.”
“It’s so early leon.” You rubbed your eyes again standing in the doorway.
“Come here.” Leon reached his arms out and you stepped over in between them as he pulled you in to him.
You rested your head on his shoulder closing your eyes.
“Why don’t you head back to sleep for a little while. I’ll be done soon.” He rubbed your back soothingly pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.
You shook your head.
“No i wanna stay with you.” Leon held you closer as you climbed onto his lap laying against his chest.
“Alright angel.” Leon smiled rubbing his thumb against your thigh before bringing both hands back to his keyboard again.
A little while later leon finished his work. He brought his attention back to you placing his hand on your waist.
“i’m done baby.” He whispered softly tilting his head to see your face.
Your eyes were shut and your lips parted slightly. Leon smiled picking you up in his arms and carrying you back to bed. He placed you under the sheets again getting in bed next to you. Immediately you found him again curling into his body with a soft sigh.
summary: to your chagrin, you get partnered with an irritating DSO agent who happens to take an interest in the case you're working on.
cw: nsfw (18+) - mdni!!, smut, re9!leon, fbi!reader, age gap, kissing, vaginal fingering, oral sex, blow job, p in v, spanking, choking, finger sucking, brat taming, praise kink
wc: 10k
a/n: obsession's gotten so bad i started having dreams about him <3
also on ao3!
There’s a man sitting at your desk.
You’d arrived at work a little before 9, steaming cup of coffee in hand and a stack of case files tucked under your arm haphazardly. It was only until you’d heard the curious, hushed whispers that you’d realized your desk was currently taken, occupied by an unfamiliar man clad in a leather jacket.
Were you being relocated? Promoted? Demoted?
A barrage of thoughts flits through your mind as you approach your desk slowly, mentally preparing yourself to give the man a piece of your mind. The man doesn’t even flinch when the case files drop onto your desk loudly, your coffee cup following soon after as you set it down roughly before crossing your arms over your chest.
“Can I help you?”
His head tilts towards you, shaggy hair shifting as his gaze travels over you with interest. You stare back at him blankly, brows furrowing when you take in the scruffy stubble covering his jaw and the weathered look to his skin. He had to be at least twice your age, but even you could admit the man was stupidly handsome. You’re only left with more questions than you started with as you continue to stare at him, feeling bewildered. The flex of his gloved fingers catch in your periphery, distracting you as you glance down to find him piecing together a disassembled gun with practiced ease, the parts set out neatly on your desk.
His voice is gruff when he speaks. “You’re younger than I expected.”
“You… were expecting me?” you ask, irritation seeping into your voice, patience growing thin. “Who the fuck are you?”
The man’s brows raise at your blunt question, fingers still moving deftly, his eyes flickering with mirth.
“You know, the FBI promised me a warm welcome,” he says, the chair swiveling as he turns to face you fully. “Can’t exactly say you’re delivering on that promise.”
“Yeah well, I didn’t make any promises,” you retort, giving him a tight smile, watching as he leans forward, sliding his newly assembled gun back into its holster. “Besides, you still haven’t answered my question.”
He sighs, leaning forward, his arm outstretched as he offers you his hand. “Leon–”
He’s interrupted by the Unit Chief calling out your name. Your eyes narrow when you see the case file in his hands, glancing back at Leon before you leave him, stepping inside the Unit Chief’s office, the door clicking shut behind you.
“We’ve got two new bodies,” he says, handing you the case file. “Unsub’s been crossing jurisdictions and the local police department is… well, concerned to say the least. Think you can handle it?”
You nod, flicking through the pages, nose scrunching when you see the images of the crime scene – each more grisly than the last. Mutilated bodies, blood smeared across the walls, messily carved symbols etched into the wooden door of the victims’ home.
“Seems ritualistic,” you murmur, reading through the reports. You glance up at him, clutching the case file to your chest protectively. “You’re letting me take this alone? I’m flattered.”
“Ah,” the Unit Chief shakes his head, nodding towards Leon. “Not exactly.”
“What?” you scoff, looking at Leon who gives you a smile and waves through the glass. You glare at him, yanking the blinds shut. “The old man?” you hiss, “he’ll only slow me down.”
The Unit Chief sighs, taking a seat in his chair. “That man is Leon Kennedy. DSO. It’s only a precaution. He’s more experienced than any team we could put together and after what happened with Agent Ashcroft, the FBI is trying to be more… mindful.”
“Ashcroft?” you echo, remembering the Rhodes Hill incident. “That’s– that’s because they sent an analyst into the field of all things. She must’ve been terrified. I’m a field agent, I can handle myself.”
“Agent Kennedy took an interest in the case,” he replies, hands clasping together. “If there’s bioterrorism involved, he’ll be useful. If there isn’t, use him as an idea board. The Unit Chief peers up at you, his expression stern. “My decision is final.”
Your jaw works irritatedly before you huff out a heavy breath, nodding reluctantly. “Yes, sir.”
Despite your sour mood and the urge to slam the door shut, you carefully close it, making your way back to Leon. You drag a spare chair towards your desk, sinking down onto it. Leon shakes his head when you offer him the case file.
“I’ve already read it.”
“Huh,” you stare at him, lips pursing while your eyes squint in recognition. “Leon Scott Kennedy,” you drawl, jabbing your finger at him, “you’re the Raccoon City cop. I’ve heard stories about you. Shouldn’t you be…” you gesture to him pointedly, “retired?”
“Ouch,” Leon says, his hand moving to press against his chest as he feigns being hurt. “You really don’t want me here, do you?”
“All I know is that you’re some big-shot DSO agent that I don’t need on my case, Leon,” you shoot back, flipping open the file to read the autopsy reports more thoroughly.
“The first case you’ve ever been in charge of,” Leon muses, his leather gloves creaking softly as he picks up a stray pen, putting it back into its place. “I’m impressed. Not everyone gets to be a lead on a case like this. Then again, you’re pretty good at this kinda thing.”
Was he buttering you up? He had to be. You don’t bother looking up as you mark a few things of interest off on the report.
“Thank you,” you murmur, scrawling a few notes down on a notepad before you pause, head turning to find him watching you carefully. “How did you know that?” you ask, a hint of suspicion in your voice, “we’ve never met before.”
Leon shifts, grunting softly as he tries to get more comfortable in your chair. “I took the liberty of reading your file,” he replies flippantly, his expression darkening as he tries to work the chair’s jammed lever. “Fuckin’ chair… how do you sit in this all day?”
“I don’t sit all day!” you snap, “and you read my file? I don’t care if you have the fucking clearance, you can’t just–”
You’re interrupted by a loud snap, teeth gritting together when you realize he’s pushed the lever too hard – or perhaps, underestimated his own strength – the lever cleanly detached and now clutched in Leon’s gloved hand.
“Sorry ‘bout that,” he murmurs, setting the lever down on your desk, patting it awkwardly. “I’ll buy you a new chair.”
You have half a mind to reach over and strangle him. You even consider doing it, until he grumbles under his breath and shrugs off that jacket of his, your murderous intent forgotten as soon as you catch sight of his thick biceps. With those things, Leon could probably strangle you and have no problem doing it.
The sheer size of him renders you incapable of tearing your gaze away, your stare settled firmly on his shoulders, arms and chest – every part of him unfairly thick and muscular – his skin-tight shirt leaving you barely conscious of the way your throat was beginning to dry up.
Your newly broken chair creaks once more under Leon’s weight, the sound piercing through the haze of your shameless staring. You blink uncertainly, taking another lingering peek at his biceps while he’s too busy trying to get comfortable.
“We’d better get going,” you announce, grabbing the file before standing up abruptly. “The local PD is probably waiting for us.”
“We can take my car,” Leon says as he follows you into the elevator.
“I’m not in the habit of getting into cars with strange men,” you say testily, pressing a button before turning to face him.
“And I’m not in the habit of babysitting FBI agents,” Leon drawls, leaning against the wall of the elevator, his arms crossing over his chest.
The movement makes his shirt stretch tighter if anything, the fabric clinging to his broad forearms stubbornly, his watch glinting softly in the lighting. Your head tilts, eyes narrowing with irritation when you register his insult.
“No one asked you to babysit,” you say, shaking your head. “I have a gun,” you take it out of the holster attached to your hip, pointing it at him, “and I’m smart. I’ll have this case wrapped up in a day or two, so stay the fuck outta my way.”
A smile pulls at his lips, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he lifts his hands in mock-surrender. The amusement in his eyes makes him look a little younger, your heart fluttering with delight for a moment before you tamp it down violently.
When the elevator comes to a stop, Leon takes your bag before you can protest, his gloved fingers brushing yours briefly. You step after him, brows raising with begrudging respect when you see his car. Big-shot DSO agent, your mind supplies as he puts your bag into the backseat, gesturing for you to get in. You sigh heavily, opening your mouth to argue but Leon’s already disappeared inside his car, the engine rumbling to life. Muttering a curse under your breath, you get in his car, pulling the door shut firmly.
–
“What do you mean there’s only one room available?”
“What’s there to understand?” Leon asks, dangling the singular key in front of your face. “Rooms are all booked out. They’re celebrating some special harvest festival according to the receptionist.”
“Harvest festival?” you echo, peering up at him. “You gotta be fucking kidding me. That’s like the perfect cover for our unsub.”
“I would help,” he murmurs, nudging your shoulder gently to get you to step aside, “but you wanted me to, what was it?” you roll your eyes when he snaps his fingers, pretending to think. “Ah yes, stay the fuck outta your way.”
You snatch the key hanging from Leon’s finger, ignoring his aggrieved sigh as you push past him and stomp back down the stairs to the reception, ready to demand another room. All the receptionist does is give you an apologetic smile and offer you a discount. You swallow your pride as you trudge back up the stairs, doing your best to avoid Leon’s eyes when you find him leaning beside the room’s door, his brows raising amusedly.
“I don’t want to hear it,” you mutter, slotting the key into the lock.
Leon shrugs non-committally. “I wasn’t going to say anything.”
The door is heavy as you push it open, Leon’s hand moving to keep it open for you as you step inside. You fumble in the darkness for the light switch at the same time Leon does, his strong, calloused fingers brushing over yours. It’s enough to have an unwanted shiver running down your spine, warmth blooming in your chest and a flush settling high on your cheeks despite your stubborn annoyance with him.
“Fuck me.”
You follow his gaze when he swears, taking in the lit room. There’s a shitty couch in one corner, a tiny area with a coffee machine and table, and… a bed.
“Okay,” you say slowly, staring at the one, pitiful bed you had been afforded. “Great! So I think you should go and chew out the receptionist.”
“I’m not doing that,” Leon scoffs, bending down to take off his boots, his gun clattering against the table as he sets it down. “I can take the couch.”
You look back at the couch, brows furrowing. “That’s really nice of you and all, Leon,” you begin, stepping further inside the small room, “but I don’t think you’re exactly going to fit.”
“You care about me or something?” he drawls, looking over at you with a smile as he opens his duffle bag to pull out a towel and a set of clothes.
“Get over yourself. I’m just worried about your…” you gesture towards him vaguely, “potentially geriatric bones.”
Leon chokes on a laugh, his brows shooting up. “Geriatric? I’m 49. My bones are in perfect working order.”
“Right, nevermind. You did break my chair.”
“I did you a favor,” he retorts, slinging the towel around the back of his neck. “It was a hunk of junk.”
“It was in perfect working condition!” you scoff, crossing your arms over your chest.
“Do you always defend inanimate objects with such passion?” Leon muses, stepping closer until he’s only a few inches away, head cocking to the side.
“When they’re close to my heart, yes.”
“A chair is close to your heart?”
You decide to double down. “Yes, Leon.”
“Huh,” he nods slowly, clicking his tongue. “You got attachment issues?”
“Did my file not tell you that?” you smile up at him snarkily.
Leon grins, shaking his head. “I’m afraid I skipped over your psych eval.”
He turns, disappearing into the bathroom. You glare at the door and huff out a sigh, removing your shoes before grabbing the case file and flopping down on the bed tiredly. You flick through the pages absentmindedly, settling on the symbols carved onto the door. You hadn’t seen anything remotely like it before and the database search you’d done earlier in the car had come up empty.
“Fuck,” you mutter under your breath, glancing towards the bathroom.
You’d exhausted all your options save for one. A reluctant groan leaves you as you stand, approaching the bathroom, leaning against the doorframe.
“Hey, Leon?” you call out when you hear the spray of water come to a stop. “I… might have been a little difficult earlier,” your voice sounds strained, “but if you could maybe take another look at the file, then I would… you know, probably appreciate it or whatever.” You swallow, face twisting with discomfort. “Please?”
Leon laughs, the rich, deep sound seeping through the crevices. “Don’t hurt yourself,” he says, sounding entirely too entertained by your attempt to ask him for help. “I’ll take a look for you.”
You frown at the door, jolting when it swings open suddenly. A few wisps of steam escape, and you blink owlishly, finding yourself face-to-face with his bare chest. It’s hard to keep your gaze from wandering over his exposed skin, a light dusting of hair covering his chest coupled with a few scars. A strange, gurgling noise escapes you when he shifts back to grab his towel, his broad, muscled back now visible to you. You sway, moving to grip the doorframe, knees feeling weak.
“You okay?” Leon murmurs, glancing over at you as he ruffles his damp hair, brows furrowing.
“Yes!”
Your voice is shrill, pitching up awkwardly until you clear your throat and give him an equally awkward smile.
“Perfectly fine,” you clarify, this time sounding breathless as you try and fail to not look down, inhaling sharply when you see his defined abdomen and the dark, coarse hair below his navel, disappearing into the waistband of his sweatpants.
“It’s just that you look…” you trail off, fingers itching to reach out and squeeze and touch. Hot. Attractive. Fuckable. Really fucking fuckable for a 49-year-old man. “Like shit,” you settle on, the words tumbling out of you in a strained manner as you force yourself to meet his eyes. “You– you look like shit, Leon.” You pat his shoulder jerkily. “Unfortunately.”
“Right, sure,” he says, his head tilting as he stares down at you, unconvinced. “You really know how to flatter a man.”
“I’m charming like that,” you say, hands clasping behind your back.
Leon hums, and you stare back up at him, gaze flitting away for one moment to get a glimpse of his left hand. No ring. Perfect. You pinch yourself as soon as the thought comes.
“You gonna let me out?”
“What?”
When Leon gestures towards you, you realize you’re still standing in front of him, blocking the way out. You move to the side sheepishly, pushing the case file into his chest quickly before locking yourself in the bathroom.
You let out an embarrassed groan once you’re in the shower, burying your face into your hands. What the fuck was wrong with you? There was no way that all it took was some dorky, attractive, older man to have you feeling out of sorts. A dull ache flares between your thighs at the thought of Leon, fingers sneaking past your folds to rub at your traitorously swollen clit. It doesn’t take much, just the image of his body pressed against yours, his arms wrapped around you, mouth pressed against your ear while he grunts–
You cum with a muffled whine. Scrubbing the rest of your mortification off of your skin with soap, you dry off, slipping into a pair of sleep shorts and a hoodie. You pad out of the bathroom to find Leon sitting at the table – thankfully with a shirt on – a few containers of food littered across its surface while he’s hunched over his laptop.
“Hey,” he greets when he sees you, gaze travelling over you briefly before turning his laptop towards you. “I had a look. Your guy might be part of a cult,” Leon brings up another image, showing it to you, “they’re not the exact same, but similar enough. Might be worth looking into.”
“Cult? That’s fun,” you murmur, dropping into the chair beside him, watching as he runs his hair through his hair. “Thank you for taking a look, and the food.”
His brows raise. “Those might be the most sincere words to come out of you today.”
“Shut up,” you say, although a small smile pulls at your lips.
Dinner is quick as you both make a plan for tomorrow – visit the local PD, check out the crime scene and investigate a few related areas of interest. Leon settles down on the couch soon after, adjusting his pillow a few times before grunting as he tries to get comfortable. You were right, he doesn’t fit. He looks so awfully crammed, knees bent and back hunched at an awkward angle that even you feel bad about it.
“Leon,” you say exasperatedly, “we can both fit on the bed. That can’t be good for your back.”
“This is fine,” he replies stubbornly, shifting onto his back uncomfortably, arm hanging off the edge. “I’ve slept in worse places.”
“I can’t deal with you complaining about your back tomorrow,” you say, gesturing towards the bed. You lay down, squirming to the side to make space. “See? You can have the other side.”
“You sure your boyfriend won’t mind?”
“What?” you ask confusedly, sitting up on your elbows. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”
Leon grunts as he gets to his feet, dropping down onto the bed without further protests. It’s a tight fit, but you both manage, a sliver of space left between your bodies. You stare up at the ceiling, lips pursing, feeling antsy.
“Did you…” you glance over at him, feeling entirely too bold for your own good, “did you ask because you were interested?”
He stares back, brows raising. “Interested in what?”
“In what?” you repeat irritably, “are you seriously playing dumb?”
Leon smiles back at you, shrugging lazily. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. Maybe if you clarified what it was you wanted from me–”
“I don’t want anything from you!” you sputter, flushing hot. The bed creaks as you flop onto your side, facing away from him. “You’re old and weird and infuriating and–”
“I feel like you’re avoiding my better qualities.”
“Fuck you.”
“Yeah, I know you want to, baby.”
It’s a miracle your neck doesn’t snap with how fast you turn to look at him.
“May I remind you that this,” you gesture between your bodies wildly, “is a professional relationship?”
“Yeah?” Leon murmurs, raising his brows, “is that why you got off in the shower? Rubbed one out to make yourself feel better ‘bout liking me?” He looks unfazed when your jaw slackens, tapping the wall behind his head. “Thin walls.”
“That is none of your business.” You lean closer, eyes narrowing in an attempt to hide your growing embarrassment. “HR is going to have a fucking field day with you.”
You flop back onto your side, trying to put some distance between you, but there’s such a little space on the bed that you end up half-dangling over the edge. Leon doesn’t say anything, the silence between you thick and stretching on uncomfortably until you sit up, turning to face him.
He stares back at you, the bed creaking softly as he shifts, folding an arm under his head. His shirt stretches tight, thick bicep flexed and the sight is enough to make you lose your last nerve.
Your hand cups his jaw, head dipping to press a kiss to his lips. It’s meant to be quick, fleeting, to get whatever the fuck you have bottled up inside of you. Leon doesn’t seem to agree as he returns your kiss roughly, stubble scratching against your skin, his hand moving to cup the back of your head, blocking your escape.
“Where’re you going?” he murmurs, lips brushing over yours.
“This–” you whine softly when he kisses the underside of your jaw, fingers tightening into his shirt. “This is a bad idea.”
“I happen to be full of those.”
“You’re so fucking corny,” you groan, mouth dropping open as he trails kisses along your jaw lazily.
His lips are soft, calloused fingers massaging your scalp whilst an arm slides around your waist to pull you into his side. Another whine escapes you, head tipping towards him as his hand wanders under the hem of your hoodie, hot skin drifting over your waist and higher, his thumb grazing the curve of your breast.
“And you’re a fucking brat,” Leon says, watching your expressions closely as you whine and pant, pulling him towards you for another kiss, arms wrapping around his neck tightly.
He groans into your mouth, lips slotting over yours feverishly, his hand squeezing at the back of your neck. You squirm, throwing your leg over his hip, mewling when he licks into your mouth. Leon’s a good kisser, you think dazedly as his tongue strokes against yours in a filthy motion that has heat blistering in your stomach. His hand moves, circling around the front of your throat, squeezing gently.
You blink up at him hazily when he pulls away, lips slick with spit and pupils blown out. A smile spreads across your lips as you arch into him, hands sliding up over his strong forearm, fingers wrapping around his wrist.
“You can squeeze harder,” you whisper, pressing his fingers into your skin harder, gasping when he grants your request, eyes rolling back as the pressure around your throat constricts.
“That’s a little fucked up, baby,” Leon breathes out, watching as you writhe and suck in a ragged breath, his brows furrowing.
His brows raise when you glare at him, leaning over you to let his nose nudge against yours, kissing you gently before he tightens his grip a little more, drawing out a choked noise from you. There’s a heady fog settling over your mind the more he keeps you from barely breathing, something slow and syrupy creeping into the crevices of your brain as he presses a kiss to your cheek. He’s letting go before long though, brushing the pad of his thumb over your lips roughly.
“I can handle it,” you mumble hoarsely, head tipping as he massages your throat, huffing out a breath when he laughs against your cheek.
“Yeah?” Leon rasps, his gaze darkening when you suck his thumb into your mouth, tongue swirling around the digit needily, head lifting as you feign bobbing your head. “What, you want me to put you in your place or something? Is that what you need?”
The idea is appealing. You’ve been strung tight for months, between work and the never-ending cases that were stacking up on your desk, you hadn’t exactly gotten much time to yourself, to wind-down from the constant wear and tear brought about by the commitments demanded from you by the FBI.
“Maybe,” you say slowly, looking away. “I don’t know. I guess I just want some… attention or whatever.”
“From me?” Leon says, his fingers sliding over your jaw to guide your gaze back to him. “Your way of asking for attention is acting bratty?”
“I don’t know!” you sputter, pushing at his chest, feeling shy.
“Oh, that’s cute,” he coos, smiling down at you. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll give you all the attention you fuckin’ need.”
You squeak when he moves suddenly, sitting up before he’s dragging you towards him, maneuvering you until you're bent over his lap. A whimper is punched out of you when he squeezes the fat of your ass through your shorts, lashes fluttering when each consecutive grope grows rougher until it stings lightly.
“Guess if you’re into choking, you should be into something like this,” Leon murmurs thoughtfully, squeezing your ass greedily. “‘s been a while since I’ve done this with someone.”
“Since you’ve– ah– groped someone?” you ask, hips wiggling when his touches disappear, ass lifting involuntarily to chase after his touch.
“Kissed, touched,” he sucks in a sharp breath, “groped… fucked.”
You glance at him over your shoulder, brows raising curiously. “Can you still get it up?”
A sharp yelp escapes you when his hand comes down on your ass, hard and punishing. It stings, the pain spreading out over your ass unforgivingly. You try and glare at him but his hand is coming down again, landing another heavy spank to your other ass cheek.
“It was just a question!” you protest, squeaking when he spanks you again and again, eyes squeezing shut as the red-hot pain spreads over your ass, the ache in your pussy beginning to burrow deeper.
“I know,” Leon murmurs, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your shorts. “Do you want me to stop?”
You pout into the sheets, voice quiet. “No.”
He huffs out a soft laugh, tapping your hip. You lift them, letting him tug your shorts down, mewling softly when he squeezes your ass, his fingers dipping past your panties, stretching them before letting them snap back against your skin.
“Cute panties,” he says, his hand rubbing over your stinging ass, fingers sneaking between your thighs, brushing over the drenched, ruined fabric. “Too bad you’ve made them all messy, baby. So fucking wet for me. You like my hand on your ass?”
“Yes,” you grumble, glaring at the wall. “Stop asking stupid questions, you jerk.”
You jolt when he spanks you, letting out an agitated breath when his hand palms over ass before coming down again in several repeated motions. A whimper escapes you when pleasure bleeds through your body, teeth sinking into your lower lip when the pace of Leon’s slaps quicken. It hurts but feels so good all the same, your thighs trying to squeeze together with how uncomfortably wet your pussy is becoming.
“Don’t– fuck! Don’t stop,” you mewl, arching your back, tears prickling at your eyes. “Leon– please ah–”
“Please?” Leon echoes, “look at that, you’re back to being polite. Good fuckin’ girl.”
You whine in agreement, nodding dazedly as you look back at him, unfocused eyes finding his lopsided smile, heart fluttering in your chest. You reach back for him, hand fighting his shirt, lips parting, eyes slipping shut when he leans towards you, head dropping to kiss you deeply, his fingers squeezing at your ass gently.
“You gonna stop being a brat? Hm? You wanna be my good girl, baby?” Leon rasps against your lips, stealing another soft kiss, his hands still palming at the blistering flesh of your ass, squeezing every now and again to force a pitiful whine out of you. He clicks his tongue when you slur, nose nudging against yours gently. “I asked you a question, sweetheart. Use your words for me.”
“Yes,” you manage out, pushing your ass back into his greedy, awaiting palm, a few stray tears dripping down your cheeks. “‘m gonna be– nghh– ‘m gonna be your good girl, Leon.”
“Yeah?” he breathes out, voice sounding rough as his thumb strokes over your cheek, wiping away the tears. “My sweet, pretty girl.”
“It– it hurts,” you babble, jerking in his lap when he rains an unsuspecting slap down onto your ass, teary eyes rolling back when his fingers slip between your thighs suddenly, rubbing at your swollen, aching clit through the dampened fabric of your panties. “Leon– ah fuck!”
“I know it does,” he soothes, pressing harder against your clit until your legs kick up, “but you asked for this, baby. Remember? You came up to me all pretty and said you wanted attention.”
“Stop being mean,” you hiccup, leaning into his palm when he offers it to you, nuzzling into the warm, rough skin.
“Mean?” Leon whispers, “‘m taking care of you, sweetheart.” He hums as he wipes away the saliva beading at the corner of your mouth, spreading it over your lips before his thumb presses down more firmly, a grunt of satisfaction leaving him when your lips part obediently. “There you go,” he breathes out, “suck on my thumb while I play with this needy, little pussy, baby.”
You whine, fingers clinging to his wrist as you suck lazily, tongue swirling around his thumb. His fingers rub against your wet panties, drawing out a soft mewl from you as he pets your clothed pussy.
“You can take them off,” you mumble around his thumb, biting gently before sucking again, happy to have your mouth occupied. “Want you to touch me.”
“I kinda like ‘em on,” Leon murmurs, his fingers grabbing at your thighs before they move, slipping past the waistband. “Besides, I can touch you like this.”
Your eyes flutter shut when his fingers glide through your sticky, puffy folds, breath hitching while Leon groans when he feels your wet pussy. His fingers are thicker than yours, slipping over the soft skin before the calloused pads find your clit. Your thighs twitch, toes curling when he starts to rub your clit using slow, measured circles.
“Is this how you do it?” he asks, leaning down to kiss your cheek. “Did you play with your clit til you came in the shower?”
“Mhm,” you nod, peering up at him, lashes fluttering. You lap at his thumb, tongue flicking against the tip playfully, letting him watch.
“Fuck,” Leon rumbles, his thumb brushing over your bottom teeth before rubbing against your tongue. “So fuckin’ gorgeous, sweetheart. Look at you.”
You smile, lips wrapping back around his thumb soon after, eyes rolling back when his fingers leave your clit to play with your fluttering hole. A long whine leaves you when he circles your hole teasingly, the tip of a finger pressing in briefly before he draws them back out to rub at your clit.
“Put ‘em in,” you mewl, hips beginning to roll against his hand, one of your hands squirming underneath you to try and move his wrist. “Leon,” you grumble, pulling his thumb out of your mouth when he tries to press against your tongue again. “Put ‘em in.”
“What happened to being polite?” he muses, dipping his finger in again and then pulling it out.
“If you put ‘em in, I’ll be polite,” you reply, blinking up at him sweetly, a smug smile on your face.
Leon laughs, watching as your mouth drops open when he finally inches one finger inside of your clenching pussy, beginning to slowly fuck it in and out of you.
“Go on then,” he coaxes, “beg all pretty for me, sweetheart. Tell me what you want.”
“P– nghh– please fuck me with your fingers,” you whimper, fingers moving to rub at your throbbing clit. “Please, Leon? Want– fuck– want another finger.”
He doesn’t make you beg any further, sinking another finger into you. You shove your face into the sheets, hips wiggling back to meet the thrust of his fingers, your fingers quickening their pace against your clit.
“Taking me so good,” Leon murmurs, using his other hand to spread you open. You flush, feeling entirely too exposed as he stares down at your pussy stretching around his fingers. “Pretty fuckin’ pussy just sucking my fingers in.”
Your walls flutter around his fingers at that, hand reaching out for him blindly, fingers managing to curl into his shirt. You yank him down, mumbling something incoherent around his lips before dragging him down further, lips pressing against his. You moan into his mouth when he starts thrusting his fingers in and out of you harder, curling them just right.
“Leon,” you pant against his mouth, biting his lower lip before tugging it. Leon groans, his fingers scissoring before you moan again, lapping at his lips. His eyes roll back when your lips find his neck, head tipping to bare more of it to you until you manage to move, crawling up onto his lap, his fingers slipping out of you momentarily.
His back hits the bed when you push at his chest, his fingers finding your pussy again, thumb rubbing at your clit while his fingers sink back inside. You shove your face into the crook of his neck, breathing him in with a mewl, pawing at his firm chest as you let your hips drop, fucking yourself on his fingers.
“You gonna do that on my cock?” Leon moans, his fingers tangling in your hair when you kiss his neck feverishly, teeth scraping against his throat, the action enough to draw a hoarse growl from him. “Gonna ride my cock like you’re riding my fingers, gorgeous?”
“Yeah,” you murmur against his neck, latching onto his skin and sucking, all with the intent of leaving a mark of your own, like he had done on your ass. “Wanna– ahhh– wanna ride your cock, Leon.”
“Fuck,” he mutters, an arm clamping around your waist to hold you flush against him, his thumb pressing against your clit harder, the lewd noises of your pussy growing louder with every snap of his wrist. “You’re gonna drive me fucking insane.”
You smile against his throat, kissing the underside of his jaw when his throat bobs uncertainly.
“We haven’t even fucked yet,” you whisper, fingers slipping into his hair, pulling at the strands to make him expose his neck further, drawing out a pretty whine from his lips. “Think you can handle me?”
Your smile fades when his fingers pull out of you suddenly, a sharp yelp leaving you when he grabs your hips and manhandles you onto your stomach, the fabric of your panties tearing loudly as he rips them off of you and pulls your ass into the air.
“Those were comfy!” you protest, glaring at him. “Leon?” you jolt when he slaps your ass hard, pulling your asscheeks apart. “Leon, wait– ah fuck!”
You squeal when he buries his face between your thighs, lurching forward unsteadily on your knees, hands grabbing out for the pillows. He’s ruthless, tongue gliding through your warm folds, drinking down your slick with a rough growl, his hands squeezing at your hips, tugging you back onto his mouth when you try and squirm away. The stubble on his cheeks and jaw isn’t helping, scratching against your skin deliciously as he nips and spits onto your cunt.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” he snaps lowly, biting punishingly into your thigh when you try kicking at his chest. “Huh?”
“I didn’t–” your leg jerks when Leon bites the back of your thigh, fingers curling into the pillows tightly when he bites the fat of your ass soon after, tongue laving over the bite.
“You didn’t what?” Leon asks, thumb finding your swollen bud, his tongue drifting over the inner crease of your thigh, barely shy of your aching pussy. “You didn’t mean it, is that it, baby?” he drawls, wet fingers rubbing over your pussy.
“Yes!” you choke out, hand slapping against the pillow when he sucks your clit into his mouth lazily, his nose pressing into your pussy, rough hands massaging your ass. “I– nghhhh– I didn’t mean it, Leon.”
“Oh, I think you did,” he sighs heavily, feigning disappointment. He clicks his tongue condescendingly. “I thought you were being my sweet girl, but turns out you’ve just got one hell of a mean streak. Just can’t help being a bit bratty, can you, pretty baby?”
“I’m not a brat,” you wail, shoving your face into the pillows the same time he presses his face into your pussy.
You don’t think anyone’s touched you like this before, let alone used their mouth like this. Leon’s strong, his hands clamping down onto you to keep you in place as he flicks his tongue over your clit, teeth scraping over the sensitive bud. You drool messily, whimpering and whining as he laps at your cunt, his tongue prodding against your hole.
“Oh fuck,” you whisper, glancing behind you, eyes wide to find Leon looking at you hungrily, his gaze dark and feral. You swallow nervously, thighs twitching when he kisses the curve of your ass. “Leon, Leon– oh fuck!”
A squeal escapes you when he presses his tongue into your clenching cunt, eyes squeezing shut so tightly that you feel dizzy, hips pressing back needily to meet the movements of his tongue. He fucks it into you, head tilting as he holds you against his mouth, a hand moving under your hoodie to stroke over the length of your back.
You arch, mewling, hips swaying dazedly as he caresses your pussy with his tongue. A soft, ragged moan leaves you when his mouth moves, returning to your clit, toes curling when he presses his fingers back into you.
“You sound so pretty falling apart on my tongue,” Leon murmurs, rubbing his tongue over your clit with a groan, his fingers crooking inside of you. “You gonna cum, baby? Pretty pussy’s clenching around my fingers.”
“Nghhh–” you slur into the pillows, trying and failing to keep your eyes open, your lids drooping shut when his fingers press against that spot inside of you, his fingers rubbing over it with just the right amount of pressure.
His stubble brushes against the backs of your thighs, lips soft as he trails hot kisses all over your skin. Your hips jerk when he fucks his fingers into you harder and faster, the pressure in your lower stomach growing greater. When his mouth latches back onto you, you moan loudly, knees beginning to buckle.
“Fuck! ‘m gonna cum– ‘m gonna fucking cum, Leon,” you whine, hugging the pillow to your chest, a sharp breath of air leaving you.
“Cum then, sweetheart,” he whispers, “be a good girl and cum for me.”
You cry out when he sucks harder on your clit, his face pressing harder into you, nose buried into your pussy. Leon groans loudly, the vibration shooting up through you, making your pussy clench around his fingers tightly. Your body trembles, knees giving out finally when his tongue flicks at your clit, another moan tearing its way out of your throat as you cum.
“That’s it,” Leon snarls, managing to hold you up despite your arms feeling rubber. “Cum just like that. Good girl. Good fuckin’ girl.”
You whimper, still twitching as he laps at your cunt gently, tongue sweeping over your folds as he slurps down your slick, his thumb rubbing against your clit to draw out the final waves of your orgasm while his fingers slow their pace inside of you before pulling out completely.
Leon’s body is hot when he hovers above you, his hands brushing away the sweaty hair clinging to your skin, head dipping to press soft kisses to your cheek, his stubble oddly soothing as it rubs along your skin.
“You okay?” he asks softly, hands drifting down over your back, squeezing your waist soothingly, hands petting at your still reddened and slightly bruised ass. “I guess I’ve been a little pent up.”
“A little?” you murmur, fingers sliding into his hair when he kisses your neck. “I think you’re more than a little pent up, Leon.”
He grunts in agreement, dropping another kiss to your neck before laying down on his back, letting out a heavy breath.
“I haven’t exactly had time to relax,” he sighs, “too many fucking responsibilities ever since Raccoon City.”
You hum, sitting up, arms still a little wobbly. Leon watches you, his eyes tracking your every movement. You smile at him, eyes twinkling, fingers hooking into the hem of your hoodie before you pull it up over your head, tossing it to the side. He sucks in a sharp breath when he sees your breasts, hand reaching out before he pauses mid-reach. You take his hand, pulling it toward your breast, smile growing wider when he squeezes.
“Are my tits helping you relax?” you ask innocently, hands landing on his chest as you swing a leg over his hip, straddling him.
“Guess so,” Leon says, his other hand joining the fray, squeezing your untouched breast. “Pretty fuckin’ tits, sweetheart.”
Your eyes flutter shut as you let him play with your tits, distracted momentarily by the way his fingers move – pinching and tugging, thumb sweeping over your hardened nipples. It’s when you shift on his lap that you become aware of how hard his cock is, hips rolling against the clothed length.
“To answer your question,” he murmurs, tracing the curve of your breast, gently cupping one in his hand, thumb stroking over the soft flesh. “I can, in fact, still get it up.”
You snort, unable to stop the laugh that bubbles out of you. Leon grins back, his head tilting as he peers up at you, hands sliding down over your sides to grab your waist.
“I didn’t doubt you for a second,” you breathe out, voice laced with amusement, your hands beginning to pull at his shirt. He helps you, lifting his arms so that you’re able to pull it up over his head easily. “You do look pretty good for a 49-year-old.”
You lean forward, kissing him gently before you trail kisses down his neck and over his chest, lips brushing over his thick pecs. Leon sighs, his eyes slipping shut, a hand cupping the back of your head as you continue to lay his skin with kisses. You kiss his scars tentatively, squirming lower to kiss his abdomen, tongue darting out to trace the defined ridges of his abdomen.
“You tryna make me cum?” Leon rasps, half-lidded eyes watching you as you bite at his side playfully.
“That is a priority, yes,” you say, following the trail of coarse hair that lies under his navel and the thick bulge laying further down.
His hands in your hair tighten when you nuzzle into his sweatpants, nose brushing against the fabric. When you breathe in, you can smell him, all heady and musky and arousal is seeping into your bones once more, mouth sucking at his clothed cock.
“As much fuck– I would like that,” he grumbles, hips bucking when you mouth at him again, spit dampening his sweatpants, “I’ll cum if you put your mouth on me, baby.”
“Just one suck,” you mumble stubbornly, pulling his sweatpants and boxers down.
Your eyes widen when his cock bobs heavily, struggling with its own weight. You swallow, blinking dazedly as you take in the length and the thickness and the heavy balls that sit underneath. The tip is flushed angrily, darkened and dripping with globs of pre-cum that don’t seem to stop, his cock twitching when you lean towards it slowly.
“It’s big,” you whisper, glancing up at Leon before your eyes find his cock again, pussy beginning to throb as you imagine the stretch. “Really fucking big. You’re– you’re that hard for me?”
Leon grunts, his hand wrapping around his cock, giving it a quick pump. “Yeah, just for you, sweet girl.” He pumps it again, holding his cock towards you. “You said you wanted a taste, go ‘head, pretty baby.”
You don’t need any further invitation, licking your lips hungrily, tongue lolling out. You drag your tongue along the hot length of his cock, feeling the smooth skin and saltiness of his pre-cum. Leon groans, his hips bucking again, another glob of pre-cum dribbling out. You lean forward just in time, catching it on your tongue before your lips wrap around his thick cock.
“Fuck– fuck, baby,” Leon moans, twitching underneath you as you bob your head, beginning to suck. “Your mouth– hah– fuckkk.”
You peer up at him, eyes glittering as you let your tongue swirl around the head before you pull off, pressing a wet, sticky kiss to the tip of his cock.
“Don’t do that,” he mutters hoarsely, shaking his head, “don’t fucking kiss my cock like you’re fucking in love with it.”
You do it again, brows raising when his cock twitches, looking over to find his hand clenched into the sheets, knuckles nearly white.
“I think you like it,” you tease, moving to wrap your hand around his cock, stroking it slowly. “And… I think your cock likes it too.”
“Fuck me,” he growls, head tipping back when you take his cock back into your mouth, sucking and slurping lewdly. He groans and grunts through it, eyes peeling open to watch you swallow around his cock, your pupils blown wide with lust.
When his head lolls to the side, you take your chance, head dipping before he can stop you to suck one of his balls into your mouth. He tastes so dizzyingly nice, spit beginning to leak from the corners of your mouth. Leon’s cock kicks and you land one last kiss to the tip before he’s pulling you up towards him, muffling your whine with a messy kiss.
“Wanna ride it,” you mumble against his lips, worming closer, breasts squishing up against his firm chest.
Leon doesn’t answer, too busy tipping your head up by your chin to kiss you again, stealing your breath. You paw at his chest, fingers finally latching onto his thick biceps. Squeezing, you moan into his mouth when his tongue strokes against yours, arms wrapping around his neck as he pulls back up onto his lap.
Your hips roll, bare pussy gliding along the length of his cock, the tip catching on your newly swollen clit, making you twitch. He refuses to let up with the kisses, groaning into your mouth when you pull at his hair, feverishly swallowing up every little noise that bleeds from your throat.
“Yeah?” he breathes out finally, head tipping back for a moment as he catches his breath, calloused hands squeezing at your hips. “You wanna bounce on it? Hm? This needy pussy of yours need a fat cock to keep it happy, baby?”
“Mhm,” you nod, biting your lip, arousal blistering over your skin, lust beginning to cloud your thoughts once more. You press closer, lips brushing against his ear as though telling him a secret. “It needs your fat cock, Leon.”
“C’mere,” he mutters roughly, moving you up onto your knees, hand grasping the base of his cock to hold it steady for you. “Sink down on it, sweetheart.”
You shift, lowering yourself slowly, letting out a muffled gasp when you start to take his cock, the head of it already beginning to stretch out your pussy as it bullies its way past your entrance.
“‘s just so fucking thick,” you moan softly, peering up at him.
Leon hums, his thumb stroking over your lower lip while his other hand strokes over your hip soothingly.
“You got it, baby,” he smiles, dropping a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “You took my fingers and my mouth so fucking good. Only got a few inches left, yeah?”
Your brows furrow as you bite your lip harder, gasping when you finally take all of him, pussy fluttering around his cock wildly in an attempt to adjust to his sheer size. You feel so full, so much so that you think you can feel him in your stomach.
“Good fuckin’ girl,” Leon whispers, his arms wrapping around your waist as he leans against the headboard of the bed. “Take what you need from me, sweetheart. ‘s all yours.”
“Leon,” you mewl, dragging out the syllables of his name, whimpering against his mouth when he kisses your cheek. “I… I can’t,” you say, flushing hot, “it’s too big, I don’t–”
“Good girls don’t give up,” he breathes out, hands moving to squeeze at your waist, “not to mention you were so headstrong earlier. Where’s that attitude now, baby?”
“You fucked it outta me,” you retort poutily, shoving your face into the crook of his neck.
“And to think you said I was old and weird– shit, baby–”
You relish in the loud, guttural groan he lets out when the walls of your pussy squeeze around him. Nuzzling closer, you kiss the spot under his ear before your hips move, rocking and rolling in a lazy rhythm as you get used to his size.
“I’m not giving up,” you murmur, glancing up at him as he watches you, head tipping back when his hand moves up over your breasts, slipping between them to wrap around your throat.
“Atta girl.”
Leon squeezes and you moan, grabbing his wrist as your knees dig into the bedding, hips beginning to rise and fall. He pulls you into a sloppy kiss, growling into your mouth, panting as his tongue slips over yours messily, his thumb prying your mouth open. You pant, tongue lolling out as you ride his cock, the bed creaking from your motions as you fuck yourself on his cock needily.
“Fuckin’ gorgeous,” Leon rasps, watching you with dark eyes, his hair messy and hanging over one side of his face. “So fuckin’ gorgeous, sweetheart.”
You smile at him dopily, breath slowing when his hand tightens, starting to cut off your intake of oxygen. His nose nudges against yours, breath hot as he kisses you, lips working against yours eagerly until his grip loosens, letting you suck in a breath.
“You trust me that much?” Leon asks, smiling back at you with a feral look in his eyes when your hand wraps around his throat. “You think that’s a good idea, sweetheart? You wanna choke me out while you ride my cock?”
“Oh, you can take it,” you whisper, tightening your grip. Your movements don’t slow, thighs smacking against his as you bounce on his lap, your hand landing on his shoulder for leverage as you drop yourself down on his cock harder, setting a firmer rhythm. “Heard you– ahh– kicked ass back at Rhodes Hill.”
He grins, eyes glinting, a ragged noise leaving him when you pant into his mouth, licking at his lips.
“Yeah, I still hah– got it,” Leon muses, hands squeezing at your ass.
Your brows furrow when his grip tightens, a moan punched out of you when he grips your hips starting to lift you, using you as he fucks you on his cock.
“That’s it,” he drawls, controlling the rhythm and you, his forehead pressing against yours as he jerks you up and down his thick, throbbing cock. “Take my fat fuckin’ cock, baby. Cute, little pussy’s just swallowing me up.”
You whimper, hand sliding to cup the nape of his neck, your bodies moving together as his cock carves its way through your pussy, nestling against that spot before it glides out and drives back in. His chest is pressed against yours, firm muscle pressed against your soft breasts, the coarse thatch of hair at the base of his cock rubbing along your clit.
“Harder,” you whisper, eyes finding his, hips starting to sway back to meet his thrusts when he plants his feet into the bed, knees bending as he fucks his cock up into you. “Want it– nghh– harder, Leon.”
“That might strain my joints, baby,” he says softly, smiling up at him when you huff out an annoyed breath. “What? You were concerned about my bones.”
“Fuck your bones,” you groan, pushing at his chest, squirming off of his lap onto your hands and knees, ass swaying up into the air. You look back at him over your shoulder, hand worming between your thighs to spread yourself open for him, wet, dripping pussy all on display for him. “‘m so empty,” you whisper, voice lilting. “Fill me up?” You bat your lashes, “please?”
Leon mutters a low curse, his chest heaving as he rises up onto his knees, using your ankle to pull you toward him, his hand stroking his cock with uneven motions, knuckles tightening when he sees the slick webbing between your puffy folds and clinging to your thighs.
You’re half-expecting some witty remark, but all Leon does is brush a rough kiss to your shoulder, grunting into your ear before he’s notching the head of his cock against your aching pussy and driving his cock into you.
“Too– fuck! Too fast!” you squeal when he starts thrusting hard and fast, the bed beginning to rock with every snap of his hips.
“But you said you were empty,” Leon rumbles into your ear, “‘m just filling up this needy, pretty fucking cunt for you, sweetheart. So stop squirming,” his hand clamps down on your hips, “and fucking take it.”
You wail into the room, thrashing under him when his hips smack into your ass, balls slapping against your throbbing clit, the lewd noises echoing through the small space. He draws moan after moan out of you, his cock pounding into your pussy unforgivingly. You think you can feel it in your throat, his fat cock sliding through your gripping, fluttering walls.
Leon’s body is draping over your back, his mouth settling right next to your ear as he grunts and groans. Your toes curl, back arching when he pushes down on the small of your back, his breathing ragged as he grinds his impossibly thick cock into you.
“Fuck,” you mewl, spying his flexed bicep near your head, drool pooling into your mouth. Your head tilts as the muscle bulges, all inhibitions lost when you follow the line of his arm to stare hazily at his veiny forearm. You lean towards his bicep, teeth sinking into the thick muscle with a moan.
Leon’s breath hitches, his hips stuttering for a moment when he realizes you’ve bit him before his thrusts start up again, his hot, heavy cock pounding back into your needy pussy. You lick his bicep, tongue laving over his warm skin, eyes rolling back when his arm moves, wrapping around your throat, his bicep pressed up against the side of your neck.
“You keep– fuck– staring at my arms, sweetheart,” Leon rasps, grinning against your cheek when you let out a choked moan, his breath cut off by a low moan of his own. “Is this what you need? A strong arm wrapped around your throat, fat cock pounding into your needy cunt and sweet, little kisses?” He punctuates his question by kissing your temple.
“I– nghhh– need you,” you whine, feeling dazed as he drops his weight onto you a little more, enough so that you can feel every inch of him against your back.
You can’t really do anything but take it, his skin slapping against yours and breath rough in your ear. When his fingers move, finding your clit to rub the swollen bud, you whimper, clutching the sheets, nails raking against the fabric as the string of pleasure draws tighter.
“‘m gonna cum,” you say hoarsely, cunt clenching around his cock desperately. “Leon– Leon, Leon, Leon!”
“‘m right here, baby,” Leon whispers, kissing your cheek, “taking my cock so well. Doing so– fuck– good for me, yeah? Cum whenever you want, sweet girl, I’ve got you.”
Your body jerks when his fingers rub against your clit faster, a ragged scream erupting from you as you cum violently. Leon swears, his grip on you faltering, the arm on your throat drawing away as you twitch on his cock, grasping at the sheets, at the pillows until Leon offers you his hand.
Your fingers lace together with his and you squeeze tightly, gasping uncontrollably until his mouth finds yours, capturing your lips in a kiss. You whimper into his mouth, knees weak and thighs tired, your death-grip on his hand loosening when he soothes you with soft kisses. Your pussy clenches and Leon groans into your mouth, his hips jerking forward unevenly.
“‘m gonna cum too, pretty baby,” he grunts, fingers pushing at your ass gently, hips beginning to pull away. “Greedy, little pussy’s clenching around me too tight, I can’t–”
“Inside,” you mumble, letting your hips sway back tiredly, trying to swallow down the length of his cock. “Cum inside.”
“That’s– shittt– a bad idea, baby,” Leon groans, his head dropping forward to rest against your shoulder as his hips rock into you, pace stuttering.
You can feel his cock throb and twitch, a soft mewl escaping you. “You said you were full of bad ideas.”
Leon lets out a startled laugh, his breath coming out in short, choppy bursts. “I did– hahhh– I did say that. Take my cum then, sweetheart, gonna flood this perfect fuckin’ cunt with cum.”
He grips your hips, thrusting forward with a hard drive of his cock. Leon swears under his breath, his hips jerking into your ass as he cums, cock kicking and throbbing as hot, thick cum floods your pussy.
You let out a contented noise when he moans into your ear, low and guttural, the sound making you feel warm. His softening cock slips out after a few moments and Leon pulls himself away from you, the bed protesting under the weight of you both. You curl up into his side, head dropping over his chest, eyes drooping when you feel the steady beat of his heart.
Leon’s hand settles on your head, stroking over your hair lazily as he pants, chest rising and falling.
“Do you feel relaxed?” you murmur, peering up at him with a sleepy smile.
“I feel fucked out,” Leon mutters, his thumb tracing the curve of your cheek, rubbing at the spot of drool that had pooled at the corner of your mouth. “You did a number on me, sweetheart.”
“I aim to please.”
He laughs, hauling you closer and you smile, kissing the underside of his jaw. “You went above and beyond, I can tell you that much.”
You snort, arms wrapping around his neck. “Am I gonna get that in writing?”
“I’ll think about it,” Leon murmurs, his fingers slipping under your chin to tip your head, lips pressing against yours. You hum into the kiss, fingers tangling in his soft hair, a quiet noise leaving you as he squeezes your ass.
When Leon pulls away, you chase after his lips, eyes fluttering shut when he returns your kiss just as eagerly, your thigh hooking over his hip, brows furrowing when you feel his cock against your thigh.
You look down, cheeks flushing when you find his spent cock beginning to harden, the fat length bobbing gently as it fills out.
“Already?” you murmur, sighing softly when he leaves stubbly kisses along your jaw.
“What can I say?” Leon whispers, his hips bucking when your hand wraps around his hardening cock. “You uh… bring out the best in me, I guess.”
You raise your brows, unable to stop the wide smile that spreads across your face. “Your best attribute is your cock? That’s a little disappointing.”
He grins, groaning when you kiss his pec.
“You didn’t seem to think it was disappointing when I fucked you with it.”
“It is nice,” you acquiesce, head tipping back as he leans into you, trailing hot kisses down your neck, his hips beginning to rock lazily, meeting the strokes of your hand.
“I do have other nice, non-sexual attributes,” Leon says, his hand cupping your cheek, thumb stroking over your skin gently. There’s a light flush settled on his cheeks and he clears his throat, sucking in a soft breath when you squeeze his cock. “Maybe you’d like to find out sometime?”
Your smile softens, affection beginning to creep in through the cracks of your ribs. Leaning forward, you kiss him gently.
Summary: Leon comes back home after being away dealing with Victor Gideon and having to revisit his past... Raccoon city. With Leon's infection, he thought he that was it for him, that he would never see you again. Luckily, Grace found the cure for Leon and now he's better than ever and all he wants is you.
Warnings: (RE9 SPOILERS) this is just pure fluff, and some angst but Leon comforts you. I've been needing some fluffy fics with Leon so...
Being married to Leon you've gotten used to him being away a lot and you've always been aware of how demanding his career can be and how dangerous it is, and while you obviously always worried when he was gone, Leon made sure to send you texts or give you a quick call when he could, just to give you some piece of mind and let you know that he was still alive.
This time however, it was different and you knew it would be different because of Leon's infection and how quickly It was progressing. Admittedly, when Leon had initially told you that he was leaving again and was going to try to get some answers about his condition, you got very upset. You lectured Leon on how he wasn't well and that he shouldn't put more stress on his body, but most of all, you were scared, scared to death that when Leon walked out that door that it was gonna be the last time he ever did and the thought of that terrified you. As a result, your frustration and fear caused you to become angry. Before you could apologise to Leon, he had left during the night while you slept, unknown to you, Leon pressed a soft and tender kiss to your forehead before he left.
Now, here you are, laying in bed, wrapped in one of Leon's hoodies that smelt so strongly of him that you always kept it close, along with this, you've been sleeping on Leon's side of the bed for the same reason, his pillow, the side of the sheet he lays on, the duvet, it all smelt like him and so laying in it was as close as you could get to being hugged by him.
Leon's not sure what time it is when he walks through the door, he does know that it is very late and he is exhausted. As he walks into the house and drops his things by the hall table, he glances down at the wedding band that sits snug around his ring finger. It's been weeks since he's been able to wear it. When his infection started to show on his body, he started wearing black gloves and so he didn't wear his band.
The entire house is in darkness, meaning that you were probably asleep, Leon was grateful for that. He never liked when you would stay up waiting for him to come home, sat hopelessly on the couch or the bed while you stared at the door waiting for his figure to walk through it. It shattered him to see you like that and to see you so tired, as a result, he began telling you that you'd better be asleep when he comes home, simply because he worried about you a lot.
As Leon's heavy combat boots treaded down the hallway, he finally reached your shared bedroom and with one hand he quietly and gently opens the door and walks in. Immediately, he's met by a small lump under the duvet, the small lump being you, curled up. He takes notice of how you're laying on his side of the bed and his heart can't help but swell at the sight.
Trying hard not to wake you, Leon slowly walks into the en-suite bathroom to strip off his clothes and get a quick wash considering he's covered in ash, dirt, gunpowder and blood.
While Leon showers, the stream of the water causes you to awaken from your slumber. Slowly, you sit up slightly and rub your eyes with the back of your hand. Even though your body feels compelled to just rush into the bathroom and take Leon into your arms, your brain holds you back, convincing you that he's upset with you because of how you reacted towards him before he left. Unfortunately, your brain wins and you stay rooted right where you are and you try to go back to sleep but you just cannot.
By the time Leon finishes and emerges from the bathroom wearing his grey sweatpants, you are laying on your side with your back facing him. Under the impression that you're still asleep and not wanting to wake you and move you, Leon makes his way around to your side of the bed and slides in, laying on his back. It is dark so Leon cannot see that you are awake but you are, and you can't pull your eyes away from him. You're staring doesn't last long when you hear Leon's voice.
"I can feel you staring, you know" he says as he's still on his back, looking up at the ceiling. Unsure of what to say, you don't say anything. There's so much you want to say, so much you want to do, but again, you aren't sure if Leon wants you to, so you don't. With a small sigh, you turn over so that your back is facing Leon.
After a minute or two, you hear and feel shuffling behind you and before you know it, Leon's tall and muscular frame wraps around you, pressing you into his chest as he digs his head into the side of your neck.
"Are you still mad at me, baby?" Leon asks, his voice softer than usual, with the kind of tone that he uses when he approaches you delicately.
As Leon's arms find their place around you once again, you can't help but become overwhelmed with emotion, causing your eyes to swell up with tears that silently start falling down your soft, round cheeks. You just let out a small breath, one that is defeated, one that says "no, I'm not mad'.
Being married and being with you, Leon has learned to read you like a book, he knows all your cues, your moods, what you're thinking, what you need and so that small breath gives him his answer, which then causes him to gently turn you around to face him. Once you're turned around, he cups your cheeks with his big hands and he feels the wet tears on your face.
"Baby?" he now asks with more concern, hating that he can't see you, he twists his body round to turn on the bed side table lamp and turns back around to look at you. Once he does, he sees your bloodshot eyes. His instincts kick in and all he wants to do is take care of you, take away that sadness.
"awe sweetheart, I'm here, I'm home" he reaches over and pulls you up onto his chest, your head laying on his chest and his big arms wrapped around your figure.
"what's wrong, hm?" he cups your cheek once again as his thumb softly caresses it.
You let out a few sniffles before finally speaking, "I-i thought you were..." you voice with a few small, weak cracks in your voice. Knowing instantly what you were gonna say he pulls your face up to look at him.
"hey hey hey, I'm here aren't I? I told you I was here for the long haul. I'll always come back to you, to my girl" he looks you in the eyes as he does his best to comfort you, using a consistently soothing tone.
Words can't describe how ecstatic you are that Leon has come back home to you, but you keep thinking about his infection, is it better? Did Leon find a cure? What if he didn't? All these thoughts pinged inside your head and clearly Leon could tell.
With your face still in his hand, he turned to the side so that you could see the side of his neck and where there once was an angry black spot, was now completely clear. Your tears momentarily stop at the sight.
"It's gone...?" you ask softly and quietly, it's too good to be true, is it really gone? For good?
Leon turns back to look at you, "All gone, baby. I'm good as new, don't you worry" Leon smiles down at you, giving you a smile that only you get the privilege to see.
With Leon's confirmation, your tears start back up but out of happiness which causes Leon to pull you even closer if that's possible.
"hey.. it's good news, why're you cryin', sweetheart?" Leon runs his fingers through your hair is a soothing and soft manner.
'"I'm just glad you're back... I thought I lost you" You mutter out as you feel your body already responding to Leon's comforting touch.
"you'll never lose me, baby, never" Leon responds back and you then slowly sit up while still on Leon, now straddling his waist.
"And you're not upset or angry at me?" You ask him shyly as you play with the strings of his hoodie that you are wearing.
Looking up at you, Leon's brows furrow, "mat at you?, why would I be mad at you, sweetheart?" Leon's hands clasp over your thighs.
"Because of our fight.. before you left" You still felt immensely guilty about how you raised your voice at him and how you acted towards him. You wish you could go back and change it. It crushed you to think that while Leon was away, fighting for his life, he thought that his own wife wasn't his biggest fan and was angry with him.
"I'm definitely not mad at you. I know why you acted the way you did, you were scared, hm?' He asks you softly which you respond to with a small nod.
"Let's just forget about it, okay? I just wanna hold my girl. My gorgeous girl" He reached up and caressed your face which caused your eyes to soften and your body relaxed, your shoulders came down, now free from the weight that was sitting on them.
You nod again and lowered yourself once again to lay your head on Leon's bare chest, the sound of his heartbeat reminding you that he's here, he's alive and he's back home.
Leon presses a soft kiss to your head and whispers, "I love you, baby" he tightens his arms around you as though someone is gonna try and take you away from him, which he would never let happen, not while he's alive.
You snuggled closer and got yourself more comfortable as you let you a sound of content "I love you too, Leon.." you whispered back tiredly as you feel your eyes start to get heavier.
With a small smile, Leon reaches over to turn off the lamp once again before sliding a bit lower on the bed to get comfy before he too closes his eyes.
And for the rest of the night, you and Leon stay tangled up in eachother.
Elvis who absolutely just loves eating readers pussy and fingering her and can't get enough and whines everytime he can't have it. Sorry if this isn't good it's my first request lol
A/N: I got another similar request so I've grouped these together. I thought 1950s E was best for this one.
Picture You
Pairing: 1950s!E x reader
Word count: 840
TWs: Public sex, Elvis is pussy-eating-obsessed, kind of exhibitionism, dirty photos, smut.
“Whaddya mean, no?” Elvis is looking at you with big, puppy dog eyes and his voice is particularly whiny.
“The opposite of yes, El.”
“But why?”
“Because we’re going out with my friends in five minutes, and I know you’re good, but you’re not that good.”
Elvis humphs. “‘S’not fair, honey.”
“It is too. You ate me out last night and this morning.”
“But y’look so pretty in this dress…” he weedles, fingering the fabric.
“You just wait until tonight,” you try to tell him, but suddenly he’s on his knees and pushing his head under your skirt. “ELVIS!” You squeal, backing away while his fingers do their best to get into your panties.
“Honey…” he pleads, following you on his knees, head still under your skirt.
You’re in the process of pushing his head away from your thighs when you both hear Gladys shouting up the stairs. Your friends have arrived.
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You spend the day around Beale Street, drinking ice cream floats and listening to the live music in the bars there, since you turned 21 last week so now you’re allowed in. Elvis loves every minute of it, and insists that you come back after dinner to see when things really get wild. You nod and giggle, cuddling up to him in a corner for a while. Some time in the late afternoon the pair of you come across a photobooth. None of your other friends are interested, saying they’ll meet you back at A Schwab for more floats, so you get in together, laughing and giggling. As you fiddle with the settings, trying to make sure your chair is in the right place, Elvis has an idea. He gets down on his knees between your legs, pushing his head under your skirt again. You squeak.
“Elvis!” Your heart is beating quickly and you’re flushed. It might be a booth but it’s still kind of public. The curtain doesn’t quite touch the floor, for a start.
“Let me, honey. Wanna photo of that lovely face ya make when ya cum for me.”
You squeak again. “Elvis! People might see!”
“Cum quickly then.”
He pulls your panties to the side and starts to lick your clit furiously, feeling it harden under his tongue. You moan softly, looking down at the bulge his head has created under your skirt. The boy has a problem. You were the first girl he’d ever licked, down there, and it had gone from something that disgusted him to a full-on addiction in a matter of days. He wanted your pussy all the time, to lick and finger until he made you scream. You’d had sex once or twice, but this was his preferred method of getting you off, and it seemed to make him crazy too. More than once he’d cum in his pants, or against the mattress as he lay on the bed with his head between your legs. You kept trying to tell him to wear underpants so he’d stop ruining his slacks, but he wouldn’t listen.
His long middle finger slips inside you and curls to hit the perfect spot. You let out a shuddering moan and hit the button to take the photos. Sucking on your clit now, he slips another finger inside and pumps them quickly, knowing what will get you there. The camera flashes once, twice, and then you feel the tide of your orgasm wash over you and murmur his name. Two more flashes and he licks you through it, kitten licks to your sensitive clit that almost make you yelp.
“Come on!” Someone yells from outside. You freeze. There hadn’t been anyone else around when you’d come in, but now there must be a line.
You sit up and mumble something to Elvis about getting out, and he emerges from your skirt, hair ruffled and lips glossy with your arousal. He grins, sheepishly.
“Can’t wait to see the photos, baby,” he murmurs, as you try to get him to stand up so you can both leave. “Think I might haveta go home now though.”
Tugging on his wrist, you turn back to look at his face questioning. ‘Why, El?”
He giggles, pressing his lips to your ear as he follows you out of the photobooth.
“Made a mess in my pants.”
You blush as you pull him behind you, waiting outside for the photos to come out as the girls waiting tut and look at you like they know exactly what you’ve been getting up to in there.
“El! What did I tell you about wearing underpants?” You whisper, shame making your face even redder.
He wraps his arms around your waist, hiding his crotch from view. “Sorry, honey.”
“Won’t let you have it any more if you don’t wear some,” you tell him, as the photos drop into the slot.
He whines into your neck. “But honey, I need it.”
“Then get your mama to buy you some underpants,” you chide, picking the photos up and pushing them into your purse. “No underpants, no pussy.”
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A/N: I was feeling some type of way earlier and I just wrote this half as a comfort to myself and half because people keep reading Daddy Likes His Football. So this is yet another part, but this one is a little... sweeter?
Here is part 1, and here is part 2.
Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, kissing, cussing, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie
Word count: ~1.3k
“Honey, what’re you doin’ in here?” Elvis cracks the door and peeks into the room you share. It's dark despite the sunset outside and as his eyes adjust, he sees the lump that must be you in the bed. “Are you asleep?”
“No.” You sigh deeply and roll over onto your side, trying to hide the fact that you were crying.
“You been up here all day?” You close your eyes and cringe internally. You have, in fact, been in this bed all day long and he's just now noticing. He's busy, you know that, and you're being a little overdramatic, but it still hurts. Especially in your current state of mind.
“Yeah.” It’s barely audible, so he walks further into the room, looking down at you in the bed. You have these moods sometimes, and hell, so does he, but this seems to be worse than normal. He stands and stares at you, trying to decide just how firm he wants to be with you. You're an angel when he gets like this, but quite frankly, he's a little annoyed. He buys you everything you could ever want, gives you whatever you need, and is only ever a little grumpy about it.
“What's the problem?” It comes out a little harsher than he intends and you flinch.
“I dunno, Elvis. I'm just… sad.” He wants to roll his eyes so badly, but he holds back.
“Honey, you have no reason to be–”
“I know that!” You snap at him for the first time ever and it completely catches him off guard. “But you don't either and I put up with your bullshit moods all the time!”
You have no idea where this anger is coming from. Elvis is the love of your life and taking care of him is your joy, even when he's down. But right now you just want to be left alone to wallow in self-pity.
He purses his lips and shakes his head. A sad mood is one thing, but you need to remember who you belong to.
“Enough.” In two strides, he's next to you, yanking the covers off of you unceremoniously.
“Elvis!” You holler, but he ignores you, picking up your body easily and throwing you over his shoulder.
“Ya been in bed long enough. No more feelin’ sorry for yourself.” He carries you to the bathroom as you kick and yell and pound on his back with your tiny ineffectual fists. You gasp as he plops you on the lid of the toilet and then walks to the shower to start it up.
“What are you doing?! I don't wanna shower!” He continues to ignore you, checking the temperature and coming back over to you to undress you. You protest verbally, but let him strip you naked.
“You always feel better when you're wet, one way or another.” He's not wrong. There are two things that'll cheer you up without fail: sex and water. Maybe it's the Pisces in you. And you don't seem to be too eager to fuck him, so he decides a shower is the next best thing. You scoff and harumph as he moves you under the water.
“This isn't helping.” You sound like a petulant child now and he does roll his eyes this time.
“Shut up and wait for daddy.” He starts to pull his clothes off as you stand in the shower pouting. Eventually, you feel him move in behind you and sigh despite yourself. The water does feel really good and knowing he's naked behind you is just enough of a distraction from your mood. You turn to face him and lean your head back into the stream of water, moaning softly. He suppresses a smile at how quickly you seem to be coming back to life. It comforts him to know that he knows you this well. His relationships are never easy, but with you it feels like it's worth whatever he has to put up with. You drive him crazy in the best way possible and he loves you more than he's ever loved anyone before. He puts his hands on your hips and moves closer to you, pressing his lips to your neck. “You like this?”
You're quiet for a bit, just enjoying the sensation of his hands and mouth on you, but eventually you sigh and whisper, “yeah.”
He puts your arms on his shoulders and presses his body against you. Thinking about how much you mean to him has his cock hard where it pushes against you.
“You want daddy to make it all better?” You nod, your bad mood completely forgotten as your center radiates heat on his leg. “Good girl.”
He turns and presses your back up against the shower wall, dropping to his knees in front of you. You moan loudly and your eyes roll back as he shoves his tongue into your pussy. Usually it's you on your knees, so this is a welcome change.
“Fuck, daddy…” Your hand goes to the front of his hair as he eats you like a man starved. His tongue swirls your clit and then he sucks on it lightly, determined to make you cum as quickly as possible. He slides his long middle finger up inside you, curling it against your g-spot as he licks you. You feel your orgasm approaching you and your legs tremble with anticipation. He feels your walls start to flutter and grumbles into you.
“Cum for daddy, baby.” You listen to him and moan again as your climax washes over you, pounding in your veins and lighting you up like a firecracker. He groans as he feels you pulse around his finger and then pulls back, standing up. You lean against the wall, shaking and panting as he lifts one of your legs and bends his knees to line his cock up with your entrance. “Be a good girl and let daddy fuck you until he fills up this sweet little pussy.”
“Yes, daddy…” You whimper as he pushes inside you, grunting. He holds the side of your neck, his thumb brushing your lips as he picks up a steady pace, fucking into you faster and harder as the shower water mixes with the sweat on both of your bodies.
“Whose baby are you?” He growls, his cock sliding in and out of you.
“Yours, daddy.” You moan, reveling in the power with which he slams into you.
“And does daddy love his baby?” He doesn't give you a chance to answer, pressing his lips to yours and pushing his tongue into your mouth. When he finally does pull back, he puts his forehead on yours, thrusting deeper into you. “Does he?”
“Yes, daddy.”
“And daddy will always take care of her and make her happy?” You nod furiously and he moans. “Fuck. Daddy loves you, baby.”
He closes his eyes and fills you one last time, trembling as he shoots you full of cum and you lose control, another release vibrating in between your hips. You slump against him and he holds you steady, kissing your forehead gently. The steam curls around you and for a while there is nothing but the sound of your breathing as your heart rate normalizes.
“I love you too.” You murmur against his chest. He runs his fingers through your hair and kisses your temple. It's amazing how safe and at-ease you feel now, considering your mood from earlier. But that's just the effect he has on you, that you have on each other. He is your home, your peace. You love to tease him, but you'd never want to be without him. He reaches around you and converts the shower to a bath, laying down with you in his arms.
“You feel better?” He holds you, stroking your arm gently. You can be a real brat sometimes, but when it comes down to it, he wouldn't trade you for anything.
“Yeah. Thank you.” You sigh again and settle against him, snuggling into the hair on his chest.
He kisses the top of your head and smiles softly. “Any time, baby. Any time.”
please a fic where the Memphis mafia walk in on elvis and reader having sex and they make fun of her for it ( repeating what she said during it )and elvis goes mental and basically just puts them in their place ! thankyou 💕
~Mockery~
(70’s!Elvis X Reader)
(Hi there! Thank you for requesting! So I have to admit, I'm not that good with the Memphis Mafia yet due to somehow being unable to find any information which is odd, but I did see a few other people saying that Red and Jerry would be the type to mock in a situation like this. This isn't my best work I don't think, but I tried my best and I hope you like it! 💜)
(TW: Rough sex, oral sex, Daddy used in a sexual manner, controlling Elvis-If you squint-, getting caught, potential misspellings, probably OOC M.M-)
"Oohhhh...!" You moaned loudly as Elvis stuffed his tongue deep in your pussy, eating you out with such fervor you were sure you were going to see stars. Gripping his hair tightly, you began to rut against his face, desperate for more of that delicious pleasure he provided you. "Ya' taste so fuckin' good, li'l Mama...I could eat you all night," He rasped, pulling his tongue out only for him to replace it with two thick fingers, pumping them in and out of you as his lips closed around your clitoris, sucking and giving that occasional nip or two. "S-S-So good, Daddy~!" You praised him, arching your back as your thighs closed around his head.
Elvis growled, snapping your legs back open as he looked at you with such a controlling expression. "Keep these pretty li'l legs open, Y/n. I wanna eat this cunt properly." He ordered before delving back down to drag his tongue over your clit in an agonisingly slow manner, causing your legs to tremble as you whimpered. "Sing for me." He chuckled, pushing your hips up and holding you by the waist to get a better angle of what belonged to him. "Oh god, yes!" You moaned, feeling your lower abdomen burning with white hot pleasure, your body preparing you for an orgasm. And finally, you let go. But you didn't have much time before Elvis positioned himself at your entrance, burying himself to the hilt with one powerful thrust.
"Fuck, Baby...Yes...So goddamn tight..." He groaned, tilting his head back in pleasure. One thing that you found over the course of your relationship was that Elvis was definitely the type to scream during sex. But you were always louder. Minutes passed, and he was fucking you with wild abandon, his heavy balls slapping against your ass with every erratic thrust, panting like a dog in heat as sweat poured down his face, dripping down onto your own sweat-drenched body. "Fuck! Yes, Daddy! Harder!" You begged him, moaning as loud as your lungs would allow with how much air was being knocked out of you. "Daddy's gonna go harder," He whimpered, trying to drive into you harder despite his already wicked pace. A shaking thumb found its way to your clit, rubbing it desperately in rough circles as he sucked on that sweet spot on your neck he'd marked over and over again. But just as you were close to orgasming for the second time that night-
The bedroom door came open.
There stood Red West and Jerry Schilling with expressions mixed with mortification and amusement, eyes trained on the show you were unknowingly putting on. You noticed the door had opened, and you screamed, trying to hide your body from the two Men. Elvis whipped his head up, unsure what was going on before he noticed Red and Jerry. "WHAT THE FUCK?!" He shouted, grabbing the blanket and swiftly covering the both of you, shifting himself as if protecting you. Just as quickly as they appeared, the two had shut the door and left, but the sounds of their mockery could be heard beyond that threshold. "'Oh, Daddy~!'" They mocked, laughing at your expense.
Elvis was fucking pissed. Disentangling himself from you, he hopped up from the bed and swiftly pulled on a pair of underwear, his face bright Red with embarrassment and rage. "E-E-El-" You tried to call for him, but it was too late. He was already barging out of the bedroom to set those two straight. "I am NOT going to tolerate whatever the fuck you're doin'! Mockin' my Girl- MY Girl, while we was havin' time together!" Elvis shouted at them. "And why the FUCK DIDN'T YOU KNOCK?! What are you, goddamn idiots?! You say another fuckin' word, and I swear to The Good Lord above you're gonna wish you ain't said anythin' at all!" And before they could utter another word, he stomped right back in the room where he slammed the door shut, locking it aggressively. Tearing off his boxers, literally, he turned back towards you.
Walter hale 50 covering their mouth to shut them up. 😏
Hungry
A/N: Well this was fun. Any excuse to get dirty with Walter.
Pairing: Walter Hale x reader
Word count: Just a smidge over 1K
TWs: This is a smutfest. Walter is a soft dom, praise kink and some really dirty stuff with panties. Maybe the tiniest hint of orgasm denial.
You're the piano lady at the Chautauqua - you do all the accompaniment for the children’s singing during the daytime. You have no idea what Walter sees in you, when he has his pick of all the singers and dancers in every town. Not that you're under any illusion that you're the only woman he's sleeping with, that would be ridiculous. But he has been spending a lot of time with you lately. You run your fingers over the piano keys, doing a few scales absent-mindedly as you wait for the next kid. It's almost lunchtime. You can't wait for a break from this.
Walter wanders into the tent where you're playing, eyes roving until they finally land on your figure, sitting behind the piano, just as he expected. He likes you a lot. You've got a little extra padding, in that kind of mid-thirties way, and he’s really been enjoying the effect it has on you. There’s a point that women hit at that age where they stop caring about what other people think of them and start caring about having a good time instead. He can’t understand why you haven’t been snapped up by someone already, but then maybe you’d never have got to this stage. You love sex, and he loves doing it with you.
He stands at the side of the stage until someone shouts something about lunch, and then you feel his presence behind you.
“Hungry, honey?”
You somehow find yourselves in a walk-in linen closet, which would be spacious if it wasn’t for the shelves of linen, you and Walter all being in there. The shelves dig into your back and Walter, pressed against you, digs into your front. Your arms are around his neck and he’s kissing you passionately, grinding against you just a little. You let out a little pleasured noise as he moves from your mouth to your neck.
“Still hungry?” He asks, with a raised eyebrow and a smile playing on his lips.
You don’t need to be asked twice, nodding and getting onto your knees as best you can in the cramped space. Freeing his dick from the confines of his pants, you set to work licking and sucking, and he bites his fist to stay quiet. It’s hard not to make a noise when you’re so good at this, but he doesn’t want to be found. Eventually he decides you’re getting him dangerously close with your mouth and he wants to finish somewhere else. He taps your cheek and you let him slide out again, and stand up, obediently. He pulls your long skirt up around your waist and your panties to one side, and then he’s inside you in one quick movement. Grunting, his cheek pressed against yours as he rolls his hips into you again and again.
“Oh, Walter! It feels so good.” You can’t help yourself, something just makes you want to tell him how his dick makes you feel. How much you love it.
He moves his head just enough so you can see the smirk spreading across his face.
“Is that so, honey?”
You nod quickly, and then the moaning starts. You don’t mean to moan, but every time he fucks you it drives you crazy and the noises just pour out of you. He’s still smirking, because he can’t help loving hearing you like this, but he starts to shake his head just a little too.
“Uh-uh. You’ve gotta be quiet, honey.”
“Mmmm. I… I c-can’t…” you stumble over the words, brain feeling like mush. “...’s too good…”
He’s still slowly rolling himself into you, and he shakes his head a little more as he presses his hand over your mouth.
“Gotta be quiet,” he says again, and then he starts to really fuck you.
Your eyes roll back in your head as he thrusts harder and faster, his fingers pressing against your soft lips, fingertips digging into your cheek.
“Good girl,” he mumbles, knowing he’s getting close and thinking you probably are too. But he doesn’t want you squeezing him and tipping him over the edge right now.
Keeping his hand over your mouth, he slows down and pulls out, and you stare at him in gasping surprise. Not that it’s very easy to gasp with your mouth clamped shut, a snort of air rushing out of your nose instead.
“Shhh,” he reiterates, before moving his hand. He needs both of them for this.
Jerking himself with one hand, he pulls the top of your panties down with the other and rubs his dick through your folds, struggling to hold back a moan as he feels his release growing closer and closer. You look down at what he’s doing, dazed, and gasp as he cums all over your pussy and in your panties, making a mess in your underwear. Putting your own hand over your mouth instinctively, you watch as he moves back, letting your skirt fall back down to hide what he’s just done. Taking a few steadying breaths, he puts himself away again and then looks at you. You’re completely dumbfounded, and really, really horny.
The smirk is back when he sees the look on your face. He puts his hand back over your mouth, and his lips to your ear.
“Want ya to sit and think about me for the rest of the day now, honey.”
You groan into his palm. As if you were going to do anything else after that.
“Then tonight I might give ya what ya want.”
He moves his hand and looks at you.
“Yes, Walter,” you breathe.
Another little smirk. “But no takin’ those panties off. Want you in ‘em all day.”
You accidentally moan out loud again and he tuts, clamping his hand back over your mouth.
“What did I tell ya? Shhh.” He softens then, smiling down at you. “Not that I don’t love those pretty little noises of yours. But save them for tonight, hm?”
“Yes, Mr Hale,” you tell him, when he moves his hand again.
He hums approvingly. “Good girl. And keep those panties on. I’ll be checking.”
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note: officer elvis + request / warnings: MDNI, reader stealing, gun-play, mention of being married, fingering, coercion, restraint, car sex, age-gap. / summary: after shoplifting from an expensive store, the cops are called and you risk going to jail…good thing the cop is handsome (oh and he’s elvis!)
God. This was so stupid, so fucking stupid. Your heart was racing, walking through the isles of the clothing store you watched your shoulder, carefully making sure no one else was around, adjusting your coat nervously you finally fumbled it open, quickly pulling quite the expensive top off the clothing rack. Looking around you noticed that no one had seen you, feeling a bit cocky you moved to the next aisle, taking a pretty skirt that would match perfectly. That jittery fear turned into excitement as you smiled to yourself, zipping up your jacket and making your way towards the exit when all of a sudden you felt a pair of eyes on you, and another, like the whole store was staring- the click of heels growing louder as you tried to hurry. Just as you reached the door, pushing it open and almost nearly making your escape a firm hand grabbed your wrist, yanking you back. You spun around to come face-to-face with the stern-looking store clerk, her eyes narrowed in accusation. Her fingers dug into your wrist, her long painted nails pricking your skin. You felt a surge of panic rising in your throat. Her eyes were cold and unforgiving as she looked you up and down, taking in the bulges in your jacket where you'd hidden the stolen items. "Don't move," she snarled, her grip tightening. "I saw you take those. Hand them over slowly." You wanted to run, to scream, to do anything but stand there and face the consequences of your actions. “Ma’am, I-I don’t know what you’re talking about-” You stammered pathetically. Jesus Christ you couldn’t play dead at a funeral. “Don’t lie to me, give them here. Now.” Her eyes bore into you, her grip tightening. Seems like she’d rather die than let you go- Trembling, you reached into your jacket and pulled out the top and skirt, holding them out to her like offerings. She snatched them from your grasp, her lips curling into a sneer. "You little thief. I'm calling the police." You let out a scoff, was she serious? You stood there for a second, watching her move to the counter and pick up the phone. To be fair, you should have ran when she left you standing there, but you couldn’t.
Sure enough, within five minutes of her calling the police, a cruiser pulled up. Suddenly this all felt much realer than it had before. Looking out of the glass doors of the store you saw a tall man, not even in a police uniform but a rather intricate looking black outfit…his hair was styled in a way that shocked you- he didn't look like a cop, and when he turned around and saw those sunglasses-your jaw almost dropped. Fucking Elvis? He walked into the store, sure enough with a gun strapped to his waist and a badge already in his hand. “What seems ta’ be the problem?” he asks simply, and you crack a bit of a smile. Elvis was a cop? The woman jerked her head at you and shook it violently. “This young lady tried to steal some of our most expensive pieces! She tried to run out but thankfully I caught her!” Elvis nodded and looked over at you, he took off his sunglasses and put them in his pocket. “Is that so honey? You try an’ steal from here?” He asked, his tone was like he was talking to a child. You tried to wipe that smile off your face but you knew that it was still there, you nodded rather shamefully. “Yes officer.” You watched him tilt his head, clicking his tongue. “Ma’am, let me see the items she was tryin’ ta steal.” The lady quickly pulled out the items and laid them on the counter. “As you can tell, these threads are quite pricey!” Elvis shook his head. “I can tell. Alright honey, you’re comin’ with me.” Elvis said, walking around the counter and taking ahold of your arms and pinning them behind your back. “Are you serious?!” You exclaimed and you felt the cold metal handcuffs on your skin as he led you out of the store, putting you in the backseat of his cruiser. He slid into the driver's seat in front of you, the leather creaking under his weight. Turning to face you, his piercing blue eyes narrowed as he looked you over, taking in your flushed cheeks and the nervous tremor of your body, "Now, let's get a few things straight, sweetheart," Elvis began, his deep voice low and stern. "Stealin' is a serious crime. These folks work hard to keep this place runnin', and you tried to rob 'em blind.” What he was saying made sense, but the way he was saying it- like he was telling a child right from wrong- just like he had before and it was starting to piss you off. “I wish you’d quit talking to me like I'm some kid!” You practically yelled and you watched him shake his head. “Goddammit you are one! Now you listen here honey, the only damn reason I have you in this here cruiser is cause’ that lady in there will throw a damn fit if I don’t.” He growled, his finger pointing at you before he jerked around and began driving. You sulked down in your seat, well fuck. Not only had you pissed off a cop but that cop was Elvis. Double whammy of bullshit.
He drove for a bit and you were dead silent, the cuffs uncomfortably tight on your wrists. You caught Elvis glancing at you from the front seat- and around 15 minutes of driving around you finally decided to ask what was up. “Where are we going?” You asked and Elvis cleared his throat. “I ain’t taking you to the station. I’m taking you somewhere me an’ you can have a talk.” He said plainly, turning off the main road and onto a dirt road.Elvis drove the cruiser down the narrow, bumpy dirt road, the tires kicking up clouds of dust in their wake. He kept glancing at you through the rearview mirror, his piercing blue eyes seeming to pierce right through you. After a few tense minutes, he pulled the car over to the side of the road, the headlights illuminating a secluded, wooded area."Alright, listen up," Elvis said, turning to face you fully. His voice was low and serious. “I’m gonna go back there, in that there seat with you and uncuff you. Alright?” You nodded quickly, wanting those stupid cuffs off of you. Elvis got out of the car and pushed you right over, making room for himself. “Now, let me ask you somethin.” he said, adjusting his position in the backseat so he was facing you. “Do you want me ta’ buy you them clothes honey?” His question shocked you, hell you even laughed but he was deathly serious. “Why..why would you do that?” You asked and he smiled at you, “Well it ain’t gonna be for free…” he said gently. You paused for a moment, the realization of what was happening settling in. “Are you serious?” You questioned, sounding more opposed to the idea of sex with him then you meant too– wasn’t he married though? “You ain't got ta’ do nothin’ honey. I’ll let you go home regardless, but consider the clothes extra…if you wanna do it we will, and if you don’t…we won’t.” He was smiling the whole time, his hands held up in a defensive way until you inhaled deeply. “Fine. Just take these handcuffs off.” You say and he chuckles. “No can do darlin’...see the keys upfront and I don’t feel like crawling all the way back up there, so you’ll just have to wait.” This fucking guy. You nodded and he gestured for you to scootback against the other car door, you did, but it was kind of hard to maneuver yourself with your hands cuffed. Elvis watched you struggle, a smirk playing on his lips as he enjoyed the sight of you squirming. "Here, let me help you with that, sugar," he drawled, his hands easily pushing you back against the door. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, he let out a shaky breath and moved closer, the space in the backseat was limited- but he was determined to make it work. His hands moved onto your hips, rubbing them gently before his ringed fingers hooked into the band of your shorts and he pulled them down in one swift motion. God, he was fast. Elvis captured your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue invading your mouth, claiming it as his own. He nipped at your bottom lip before trailing kisses along your jaw and down your neck. "Fuck…" he growled against your skin, his stubble lightly scraping your sensitive flesh. His hands slid down to your thighs, gripping the flesh roughly as he ground his hardening cock against your core. "Dammit, the things you do to me," he panted, rocking his hips slowly, letting you feel every thick inch of him. "Gonna make you feel real good." His fingers dipped lower, teasing your slick folds through the damp fabric of your panties. "This sweet little pussy... it's beggin' to be filled. Ain't it, baby?" Elvis's voice was a low, seductive rumble, sending shivers down your spine.He talked so filthy, it made you shiver. "Let me take care of you, honey. Let me make you feel things you ain't never felt 'fore." The promise left you breathless, trembling. You couldn’t speak as he touched you, his fingers eventually pulling your panties aside. “Sa’ pretty…” he groans, his thumb pressing against your clit making you whine.
"Listen to this sweet lil' thing... singin' for me already," he purred, his breath hot against your inner thigh. Elvis growled, his blue eyes molten with lust as he gazed up at you. Two thick fingers plunged knuckle-deep into your dripping cunt, your back arched and your hands balled into fists, his palm pressed against your clit with each thrust. “Oh, fuck!” You groaned, his fingers felt huge, the cold of his rings pressed against your cunt over and over again. His other hand slid under your shirt, pushing your bra up and out of the way. He palmed your breast roughly, rolling and tugging at the stiff peak. "You’re so fuckin’ perfect.” Elvis leaned down, drawing your nipple between his lips, suckling hard. His fingers never stopped their relentless assault on your pussy, curling and scissoring inside you as he finger-fucked you with wild abandon. The noises you were making were ones you didn’t even know you could make, moans and whimpers that sounded pure pornographic. Without warning, he removed his fingers from your dripping heat, leaving you feeling empty, a whine escaping your lips. Elvis quickly undid his pants, freeing his throbbing erection. It bobbed heavily in front of you, the thick shaft pulsing with need, the tip already glistening with precum.Elvis grabbed your hips, pulling you onto his lap in one swift motion. You gasped as you felt his thick cock press against your entrance, the scorching heat of it searing your skin. His hands gripped your ass cheeks, kneading the supple flesh as he positioned you over his throbbing member. "Fuck, I can't wait no more," he growled, his voice dripping with lust.
With a powerful thrust of his hips, Elvis buried his massive cock deep into your tight, dripping cunt. A guttural moan tore from his throat as he buried himself inside you, his heavy balls slapping against your ass. Your cunt clenched around his cock, gripping it like a vice. "Shit, baby... so fuckin' tight," he panted, his hot breath tickling your ear. Elvis began to move, his hips rolling in a steady, sensual rhythm. He lifted you up until just the tip of his cock remained inside you, before slamming you back down, impaling you on his thick shaft. Each powerful thrust struck your cervix, his cock head kissing your womb. You could only moan and whimper, your handcuffed hands struggling against the confines of the metal. Your pussy clenched and spasmed around him, dripping with arousal. Elvis's rhythm began to falter, his heavy balls drawing up tight against his body. "Fuck... gonna fuckin' cum... gonna pump this sweet cunt full..." he groaned, his voice strained with impending release. His hips jerked erratically, slamming into yours. Your body tensed, your back arching as a powerful orgasm crashed through you. Your pussy clamped down on his pistoning shaft, milking it greedily as you came hard. Elvis let out a whine, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he shot thick ropes of cum into your cunt. As you both came down from your high Elvis pulled out of you, his limp cock twitching gently as he rubbed your thighs lovingly. “Such a good girl…” He said, reaching for his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief, cleaning you up. Elvis reached behind you, his hands finding the cuffs that bound your wrists. He fiddled with them for a moment before the click of the lock echoed in the close confines of the car. Your wrists, now free, felt a rush of blood flow back into them, making them tingle and ache. "Careful now, sweetheart," Elvis warned as he guided your wrists out of the cuffs. "They're probably gonna be a might sore. Rub 'em real gentle-like until the feelin' comes back." You did as you were told and the weird feeling subsided. “You gonna stay outta trouble?” He asked and you nodded, truth be told you might be getting yourself in some more trouble if this was the outcome…”Good.” He said, climbing out of the backseat and into the front, starting the engine.
“Now let’s go pick up them clothes, sweetheart.”
so hi guys…uhhh i guess i’m back at writing 😭 i hope you all like this one, im sorry i haven’t posted a fic since HALLOWEEN WTFFF??? i just have been so overwhelmed with life it’s ridiculous- requests are back open, and fics will be coming out more frequently, love y’all 🖤
warnings: smut. 18+. minors dni. masturbation. blowjob mentioned.
Elvis had been home all day, his girlfriend, Y/N, was out shopping with her friends, something she did every couple of weeks, leaving Elvis to his own devices, secluded in his room, the soft and low sound of the tv filling the quiet sanctuary. Elvis laid in the middle of the bed with his back against the headboard, tapping his fingers against his stomach softly, sighing in boredom as he waited for Y/N to return home.
He lets his eyes stare blankly at the tv, squinting softly and not paying any mind to whatever was playing, and to be honest, he couldn't even tell you what was on. He let's out another puff of air through his pouty lips, this time slightly louder than the previous sigh he had released. Elvis rolls his shoulders slightly, adjusting his position slightly.
Elvis lets his mind begin to wonder unintentionally, his mind playing back to a few nights ago when Y/N had her mouth on him, her tongue circling around the tip of his cock as her big eyes stared up at him while he shot his load down her throat, Y/N greedily swallowing it down.
He lets out another noise at the memory, this time his pants starting to feel slightly tighter as his cock begins to grow. He bites his lip as he straightens out his body, one knee bending slightly and resting his bent leg to the side as he finds a comfortable position. He takes a deep breath, his fingers beginning to lightly rub and caress his lower tummy, running the tips of his fingers down the trail of hair that disappears below his waistband.
Elvis licks his lips quickly, his fingers dipping into his pants ever so sightly, feeling the dark brown tufts of hair under his fingertips as he teases himself, his breath hitching ever so slightly before he brings his fingers back up to his lower tummy, not letting himself give in just yet.
He stills his hand for a moment, his ears perking up as he focuses on any noise he can hear, making sure that no one was coming up the stairs, making sure he was completely and utterly alone.
Once Elvis hears not even a peep or a pin drop, he reaches into his sweatpants, pulling out his thick cock. He glances down at it as it throbs deliciously, the usual dusty pink tip in it's soft state, now darker in color with a reddish, purple tone, glistening softly with his desire. He runs his finger tips over his length slowly, feeling the vein that's now engorged on the side of his cock, like Y/N would do when she teases him.
Elvis lets out a shaky breath, his hand wrapping around himself, giving his cock a few soft pumps, his eyes fluttering as his rings graze against the delicate skin, the cool metal biting against his cock.
He shifts slightly again, reaching for the hem of his sweatshirt with his other hand, pulling it up slightly so that his tummy is exposed and to avoid getting any precum on it, or even shooting his load and ruining the clothing.
Elvis begins to twist his hand around his cock gently as he strokes it, his head tilting back against the headboard as his mouth falls open slightly, his free hand sliding off this stomach. His cock blurts out precum, which he gathers with his thumb, smearing it around the tip.
His hips buck up slightly as his thumb knocks against his tip with each stroke, a soft groan building in his chest as he closes his eyes and imagines it to be the back of Y/N's throat. "Good girl- fuck..." Elvis murmurs out with a slight pant, biting his lip slightly.
Unbeknownst to Elvis, Y/N is making her way upstairs to their shared bedroom, shopping bags hanging from her wrists as she opens the door to the bedroom. Her eyes widen as she sees Elvis, cock in hand as she drops the bags on the floor.
Elvis' eyes fly open at the door opening, his cheeks turning a deep shade of red as he watches Y/N close the door slowly behind her, her eyes focused on his cock as she crosses her arms over her chest. "Shit- baby. when did you get home?" Elvis says, his hand still frozen on his length, his breath shaky as he pants.
Y/N smirks at him and shrugs, licking her lips slowly. "Doesn't matter. Continue." She speaks slowly, taking a step closer to the bed, Elvis letting out a sigh at her words.
"Oh, come on, honey. Can't you help? Put that pretty mouth or cunt to use?" Elvis pleads playfully, pouting at her softly. Y/N shakes her head at him with a soft chuckle, slowly sitting at the edge of the bed.
"Nope. I wanna watch you. Wanna see how you make yourself come." Y/N purrs, her eyes going back to his cock. Elvis wants to protest, but the hand on his cock begins to move again before he can even let out a word.
He lets out a grunt, his eyes focusing on her as his hand speeds up, his stomach beginning to flutter as his orgasm builds quickly. His gaze falls on her chest, her cleavage on show with the shirt she was wearing. He lets out another shaky breath as he stares half-lidded.
Elvis' movement on his cock becomes more uncoordinated and more jerky as he feels the all too familiar burn of an impending orgasm. He lets out a hiss before he groans, his head tilting back again.
Y/N watches as he comes, his breath coming out in pants and growls as strands of white shoot out of his cock, painting his hand and lower tummy with hot beads of his essence. Elvis gently jerks himself, his eyes falling back on her as he squeezes his cock gently, milking out every drop before he lets go of it with a hiss, trying to catch his breath.
Y/N grins and bites her lip at his state, his cheeks flushed and his cock twitching against his stomach as he calms down. "You must've been bored." Y/N teases, causing Elvis to chuckle breathlessly.
A/N: Man, I've been so back and forth on whether to publish this one or just keep it to myself forever. This series is very near and dear to my heart, so I'd love to hear your thoughts if you enjoy it.
An extra special thank you to my besties @ccab and @atleastpleasetelephone for all their encouragement. Thanks for putting up with me! I love you both! 🩷🩷🩷
Summary: It's 1975 and Jo Bellamy has been in love with Elvis for 20 years. She doesn't even care that they haven't met yet. All she needs is a chance and she's determined to get one.
But Elvis doesn't feel much like Elvis anymore. What happened to the man he used to be? He's pretty sure he's long gone.
Can a chance encounter with Jo change the ill-fated trajectory of his life?
Warnings: this will eventually have smut, but is pretty fluffy/angsty for now. Elvis is sad and dealing with self esteem issues. There's also a small mention of drug use. Jo smokes cigarettes.
Word count: ~2.4k
Elvis looks at himself in the mirror again and tries not to cringe. At least he was able to zip the jumpsuit and get the belt on. The silver phoenix spreads across his torso, distracting from the rest of him. But he's not used to seeing this old man looking back at him. He touches his face gently, his rings glittering in the light, and sighs deeply. It wasn't so long ago that he was a sleek, handsome sex machine and now he's this. Old and tired and fat. Washed up. That's what the magazines say: washed up.
“EP, it's time!” Jerry hollers from the hallway. Elvis takes another deep breath and groans when the belt cuts into his stomach.
It's December of 1975 and Elvis is back in Vegas to finish the engagement he started in August that landed him in the hospital yet again for exhaustion. He's not sure he'll make it through this one either, but he's determined to try. If he doesn't have anything left to offer on stage, what the hell is the point?
He closes his eyes and turns from the mirror, walking to the door. Before he opens it, he rearranges his face into a smile. Nobody needs to know how he feels.
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Jo looks in the mirror and moves a few pieces of her hair around on her forehead. When she came home with her pixie cut a few weeks ago, her best friend almost lost it. Evelyn couldn't believe Jo'd cut off all of her beautiful hair right before she was supposed to be in her wedding. But Jo was tired of messing with it. This was much easier and she liked the way it made her look young and fun. At 36, she was eager for anything that made her look younger.
She touches her cheek and looks at her eye makeup in the mirror. She has on the kind of thick black liner and mascara that makes her eyes look wide and doll-like and was popular when she was younger. Makeup is a little less dramatic now, but she likes this look better than the current style.
Her lavender shirt is almost see-through and her navy pants hug her ass just right. She's got a nice body, for her age, having been blessed with a fast metabolism and well-proportioned curves.
“Jo Bellamy, you're a catch.” She says it out loud to the mirror and nods affirmatively. Evelyn laughs from the bathroom and hollers amidst her giggles.
“Yeah, too bad you're too busy runnin’ to let a man catch you!” Jo looks at her friend and crinkles her nose.
“I'd stop for the right man.” Evelyn snorts.
“He'd have to be a hell of a man to stop you.”
“Yes, he would. I won't settle for anything less than the deepest love.” Jo smiles dreamily as her friend walks back into their hotel room. They've come to Vegas to celebrate Evelyn's last weekend as a single woman.
“Is that why you insisted on seeing Elvis? You think he's the right man?” Evelyn pokes Jo in the side and they both giggle.
“Ah yes, Elvis Presley. The man that no one else can live up to. He's the reason I've been single all these years, you know.”
“Oh, I'm aware. And it's ridiculous. We've seen him how many times, now?”
“Six. But I've never been on the front row. This is a big deal.” Evelyn looks at Jo nervously.
“You're gonna do something crazy, aren't you?” Jo pretends to be offended.
“Moi?! Noooooo, never.” But her reassurance is not received. Evelyn has known Jo since second grade. The only thing you could count on with her was that she'd do something crazy.
“Just don't get us kicked out again.” Jo laughs, thinking of how she'd been carried out of a venue in ‘72 for trying to get to his car after a concert.
“Hey, the show was over!” Evelyn rolls her eyes. She's been there for Jo's whole Elvis-obsessed life, from seeing him in 1955 on the back of a truck in a parking lot in Memphis, to being at the train station when he left for the army, to seeing every single movie, to flying to Vegas when he opened there in 1969. She used to be just as big of a fan, but that faded when she met Phil five years ago. Now, she just thinks it's time for Jo to grow up and move on like she did. Jo winks. “But I make no promises. I'm getting desperate.”
She has no intention of moving on. Elvis is the only man who has ever been consistent in her life, even if he doesn't know who she is. And now he's not married anymore, so she feels better about trying to catch him. Tonight might be her only chance to be this close to him. She's not going to waste it.
******
Elvis moves around the stage, doing his normal show routine. He's absolutely exhausted and the crowd's energy feels off. Honestly, he's not far from just walking off and calling it a night. He doesn't even kiss anyone during Love Me Tender, just tosses a couple of scarves into the audience.
“Something's wrong.” Jo mutters to Evelyn.
“What do you mean?”
“With him. Something's wrong.” Evelyn studies her friend. Jo is watching him like a hawk, her eyebrows pulled together.
“You know, I read a thing about him being on drugs-” Jo whips her head around.
“No. This is different. He's sad. He's not high.” Evelyn wonders how she can tell the difference, but doesn't push her on it.
By the end of the show, though, Jo is trying desperately not to cry. Her heart is broken for him and she can't even really say why. When he starts the last song, she stands up.
“Jo! Josephine! Sit down!” Evelyn pulls on her hand. Her heart is in her throat, but she can't let him leave the stage like this.
Elvis notices a girl in the front row standing as he starts his last song. He can't believe he made it to the end of the show and he's ready to leave this stage and never come back. But he can't take his eyes off the girl that's standing. He thinks about going to the edge of the stage to give her a scarf and a kiss, but before he can do that, she acts.
Jo pushes her chair to the edge of the stage, stands on it, and drags herself up onto the platform. Evelyn is yelling at her, but she blocks her out. Her heart is pounding and she knows she has about three seconds before Charlie grabs her, so she goes straight to Elvis.
Elvis is in shock as the girl runs to him and launches herself into his arms, wrapping herself around his neck. It's certainly not the first time a fan has come up on stage, but it's been a little while. He relaxes a bit when she kisses his cheek and whispers.
“It's okay. Whatever it is, it's okay. We still love you. I still love you.” He smiles a bit and whispers back.
“Thank you, dear.”
And then Charlie is there with his arms around her waist and she lets go of Elvis and allows herself to be carried away. He almost grabs her hand, but he stops himself. She's got to be crazy, coming up on the stage like that. But she didn't feel crazy; she felt desperate, and he understands that feeling. Even beyond that, her words were kinder than anything he's experienced in a while. There's a kind of ache to hear more of what she has to say.
The show ends and he calls Joe over to him.
“Find her.”
“Which one?”
“The one who came up on the stage, dumbass.” Elvis knows they're wasting precious time and she might be leaving.
“Oh. I'm sorry boss-”
“What did you do?”
“It wasn't me! They escorted her out of the venue.” Elvis feels rage bubble up inside him.
“THEY KICKED HER OUT?!” He bellows and kicks over a chair backstage.
“Security did! They figured you would want her gone!” Joe is obviously starting to panic. Elvis rounds on him and his eyes burn with anger.
“You find her. Go now. Find her.”
“But boss you could have-”
“I WANT HER.” Joe knows when it's time to stop arguing and get to work, so he nods quickly and takes off. “I want her…”
He whispers it quietly to himself, a little surprised that he said it. There hasn't been anyone he's wanted in a while. But something about her was different. He tells himself he's just curious to figure it out. That has to be it.
******
Jo grunts in frustration again and lights her cigarette while they wait for a cab to take them back to their hotel.
“Well, what did you think was gonna happen?!” Evelyn is less than amused by Jo's decision to run up on the stage and get them both kicked out.
“I dunno. This, I guess. But I still wanted to see the end of the show. Also it felt like he wanted to talk to me more.” Evelyn rolls her eyes so hard Jo is afraid it might be painful.
“You just want that to be true.”
“No! You weren't up there with him.”
“Jo, this is ridiculous. He's a celebrity. You don't know him.”
“I don't have to know someone to know when they're in need.” She stamps on her cigarette as a cab pulls over to them and they climb inside. Evelyn tells the cabbie where to take them and they ride in silence the rest of the way.
Joe gets to the sidewalk just as their cab pulls away. He doesn't know it was her in the car, though, so he runs around frantically looking. After almost an hour, he goes back to Elvis, ready to have his tail kicked for failing.
“You didn't find her?” Joe shakes his head sullenly and looks at the floor. Elvis has his jumpsuit off and his pajamas and robe on. He'd lost hope after about twenty minutes of Joe being gone. “Oh well.”
Joe leaves and Elvis turns all the lights off and closes the curtains, leaving the room almost pitch black until he turns the televisions on. He swallows a handful of pills and settles on the couch.
They'll head back to Memphis in a few days and he'll have some peace. Still, some part of him wishes she wasn't out of his life forever. Just another woman to add to his list of regrets. Too bad he doesn't even know this one’s name.
******
Evelyn and Jo leave Vegas the next day and go back home to their normal lives. Evelyn is preparing for the wedding and Jo is watching the papers for news that Elvis is back in Memphis. Despite all the urging from Evelyn to give up, she's not quite ready to quit. Not when it seems like he might need her. Evelyn just rolls her eyes and tells her she better not miss the wedding because she's chasing an impossible dream.
When she sees that Elvis gets home a few days later, Jo leaves work in the middle of the day to go to the Graceland gates. He's already inside when she gets there and joins the throng of women outside waiting for him. She's instantly annoyed by their presence and knows he must be too, so she turns and walks back to her car.
Elvis is in his bedroom with the lights off. He peeks out the window briefly and sees the crowd at the gates. It should encourage him, but it doesn't. He's convinced they're all just dreaming of a man that doesn't exist anymore. He closes the heavy drapes and crawls into bed, even though it's the middle of the day. Even reading sounds too daunting right now, so he just closes his eyes. He knows he won't sleep, but he can at least pretend to try. Maybe it'll help this feeling go away.
Jo comes back to Graceland at about 1:30 in the morning and is excited to see that all the other fans have gone home. She stands at the gates for a bit, but it's so cold that she starts to lose feeling in her fingers and toes. The house is mostly dark, but she knows he's in there and he's probably awake. With his performance schedule in Vegas, there's no way he's not a night owl. She walks back to her car to warm up and look around for some way she can try to get his attention. Then she sees it in her backseat: a ream of copy paper. There's a black marker in her purse that she keeps there just in case, so she digs it out. She writes on the paper in big letters:
I’M THE GIRL THAT HUGGED YOU ON STAGE ON SATURDAY.
She'll have to assume she's the only one that did that. She writes it on a few more papers and then scribbles her name and phone number on all of them.
“This is crazy.” Jo mutters to herself as she stands at the gates, bouncing from one foot to the other with an armload of paper airplanes. It takes her a few tries and she has to walk to a place where the wall is a little lower, but eventually she's able to sail all of them over to his side. She imagines that the guards are probably getting a good kick out of what she's doing, but she doesn't care. This is too important. But she's done all she can do tonight. The ball is now literally in his court. Hopefully, he'll see the notes and call her. Or he won't and she can finally put to rest this idea that she has stuck in her brain and go on that date with Alan from work. He's been after her for months now and she's running out of excuses to say no. Jo gets back in her car, rubbing her hands together for warmth, and says a silent prayer that Elvis will call.
“We had a problem with Elvis when he was driving - he was a good driver, a very good driver - but for some reason he just could not read road signs. If you came to a fork in the road, well, he’d take the wrong one every time” ~ From an interview with Scotty Moore
Idk why but something about him not being able to read road signs is just too cute 🫶🏼
