HEHE a Vergil portrait render practice based on that one vestless mod... Peak.... Old art from 2021 also I feel like my proportions went out the window for this one LOL (I do struggle with these angles sigh)
⤷ 𝓷𝓼𝓯𝔀. guided & mutual masturbation. age gap. 𝟸.𝟾𝓀
smooth wood chills the backs of your thighs when leon sits you down right on the edge of his huge antique desk. your skirt fans outwards while your legs swing absentmindedly and your gaze follows leon across his office, watching as he shuts the curtains to hide you away from the loud outside world
there’s tension between his shoulder blades, you can see it pulling at his muscles through his white dress shirt and if you had to guess, you’d put it down to a tough day, rude students or difficult lectures, but you won’t ask him about it—not when you’re the key to making his day a little bit better
“spread your thighs,” he grumbles as he rounds his desk and flops down into his leather chair. his fingers tug roughly at his tie, his own thighs spread languidly and when he’s not satisfied with how far you part your legs, he frowns, “wider—yeah, just like that, sweetheart—now, touch yourself f’me,” he drawls, smirking
your eyes widen at his request and heat rushes to your cheeks, much to leon’s amusement. you can’t help it though, knowing that he’s able to see right up your skirt at the flimsy panties you have on and the small damp spot that has definitely seeped into the fabric after you spent his entire lecture fantasising about him
“how?” you whisper, feeling utterly filthy as your hand brushes up the inside of one of your thighs. tiny little bumps scatter over your skin with the soft touch and it sends a shiver right down your spine towards your already aching cunt, causing you squirm on the spot with anticipation
you know how to touch yourself but something tells you that it won't be as simple as he's letting on. leon touches you like you're his, like he owns you. he bruises you, marks you—always leaves you coming back for more—nothing is ever that simple with him and he confirms your suspicions straight away
“slowly—i’m gonna talk you through it,” he grunts and he leans forwards to slide his hand under the hem of your skirt before he flips it upwards to properly expose your clothed pussy, “leave them on, wanna see 'em soaked,” he says, eyeing your already very wet panties with fervor
the material sticks to your body, contouring and outlining your cunt from your perky little clit right down to your steadily dripping hole but you’re not struggling on your own because leon is failing to hide the thick bulge that's straining against the zipper of his pants as he grinds the palm of his hand over it
your own hand—the one that isn’t disappearing high up between your thighs—presses into the surface of the desk allowing you to lean back as your fingertips begin to ghost over your clit, prompting a current to fizzle up your spine and bathe your body in the sweetest kind of pleasure
“oh god,” you whisper, jaw slack and frowning slightly. your cunt clenches feebly around nothing while you go around in even circles that have a never ending wave of slick spilling from your hole, “l-like this, is this what you want?” you ask when you look up at leon, only to find him undoing his belt in a hurry
it’s wrong—so wrong—that you’re searching for praise from your professor. it’s addictive though, leon is addictive. he’s handsome and smart, much older than yourself and you can’t get enough of him and, well, he’s always so willing to praise you when you’re doing what he asks of you
“yeah—good girl,” he groans and bucks his hips upwards to shove his slacks down his thick thighs. his cock frees itself of its confines in the blink of an eye, standing stiff and leaking profusely as he takes it into his fist and starts to jerk himself off lazily, “keep up with me,”
you nod before you really realise that you’re doing it. you’re too busy ogling him and wishing that he would just lay you down and sink into your heat—fuck you well and good and take his frustrations out on you—but, you find yourself nodding and trying your best to do as he says anyway
leon makes no attempt to speed up or slow down his movements right away though, leaving the room to fill with the noise of your stuttered gasps and his rough grunts while it remains slow and drawn out. it’s not enough but too much all at the same time, the entire situation, his words, your fingers, everything makes you throb
more. you need more and until leon makes that decision for you, you’re stuck with less. you consider begging—he’d probably love that—but before you can blurt anything out, his fist shifts over his cock faster. it’s barely noticeable and maybe you’re just imagining it but you swirl your fingertips faster too
heat blossoms in the pit of your stomach and reaches right to the end of every single one of your nerves over the slight change. your eyes snap shut and the tip of your tongue gets trapped in a pinch between your lips all while your thighs twitch and stick together momentarily
you’re soaked now, sticky over the soft skin of your thighs and you’re not sure that your panties could get any wetter if you tried. the fabric has darkened and the friction of it against your clit starts to become overwhelming, forcing scratchy whimpers from the back of your throat as you wince
“take ‘em off now,” leon hisses as he swipes the pad of his thumb over his slit. you don’t ask how he knows what you were about to ask or how he was able to pick up on your discomfort before you did, you just do as he says and store your questions away in the back of your mind for later
hooking your thumbs under the straps of your panties, you shove them down your legs frantically. cool air rushes over your pussy and causes you to shiver as you kick your feet in an attempt to free your underwear from your ankles but in a flash, leon reaches out and snatches them up
he balls them up into his free hand, groaning internally when he feels how damp they are and then he drags open a drawer on his desk with a dull creak and drops your panties right into it before he slams it shut, “let me see that pretty little cunt, show her off to me,” he orders—as if he didn’t just steal your lingerie
it takes a second for your brain to process what you just saw him do but when he grunts impatiently, you move. the sole of your shoe squeaks against the edge of his desk as you pull one of your legs up until your cheek is almost grazing your knee and you’re spread wide, just for his viewing pleasure
you study him carefully, watching while his tongue darts across his bottom lip like he’s hungry for what he’s seeing. his cock tenses against his palm with want and blurts out a generous dribble of precome that slides down his length and over his knuckles, adding to the sheen that’s already there
gently, you use two fingers to stretch yourself even wider. a singular wet sound fills the otherwise quiet room as your needy hole pulls taut and the pool of slick that was building just inside of you starts to spill over and gush until it’s dripping into a little puddle on the top of his desk
it’s not the first time you’ve made a mess there—and it probably won’t be the last—but it doesn’t feel any less dirty, even though you know that leon will reassure you later that it’s completely fine and it definitely won’t create a stain, right before he murmurs that he wouldn’t even mind if it did anyway
“fucking hell—tease her,” leon growls, still focused on the futile clench of your pussy and the shiny trails that paint across your skin, “don’t touch inside—not yet—tease her like i do,” he adds and unfortunately for you, you know exactly what he means by that and exactly what he wants to see
the same two fingers that were baring your cunt for him slip lower and trace around the outside of your entrance at a pace that matches the stroke of leon's fist over his cock. you moan wantonly at the contact to where you’ve been needing it most this entire time and that seems to spur leon on
“faster angel, rub it—uh huh—like that,” he groans and squeezes lightly at his heavy balls with his free hand when you don’t need to be told twice. your fingertips drag desperate circles around your glistening hole, making your muscles tense and your hips roll in search for more, “lemme see how wet your fingers are,”
once again, you don’t need to be told twice but you whimper at the loss of contact while you hold your hand up in the space between your bodies. strings of slick connect your two digits, hanging and snapping as you part your fingers and then press them back together over and over again
“i want—no, need—more, sir,” you whisper and bat your lashes, knowing full well that calling him that will get you anything you want. leon is weak to it but only when it’s tumbling from the tip of your tongue and riddled with an innocence that you know he can’t ever say no to, “please,” you whine, for good measure
leon’s composure slips, just like you expected it to. his hips jerk and send his cock through his fist at a rate that makes his teeth audibly grind together, “shit—fuck—yeah, okay, just one finger though,” he grumbles the last half of his sentence when you giggle over getting the better of him and getting what you wanted out of it
“thank you, sir,” you quip and earn yourself a quick glare for it before his eyes flicker to where your middle finger is already sinking into the tight clutch of your body, eliciting a whimper to scratch in your throat as your head tips back and your teeth sink into your bottom lip
your walls squeeze around you, wet and soft, sucking your finger deeper in a moment of greed. your chest rises and falls in whiny pants while you draw your finger out slowly and then slide it back in. truthfully, it doesn’t feel half as good as when leon does it but it does the job when you’re so wound up
the spring in your stomach winds, pulling at your spine until it arches enough to press that soft little spot that’s deep inside of you into the pad of your finger, “oh my god,” you shudder and indulge yourself in the feeling, rubbing ever so gently over it in the way that leon taught you how to
“feel good?” leon asks roughly. his chair starts to creak monotonously and it piques your interest, bringing your half lidded gaze to him. the noise is caused by his hips jackrabbiting upwards, fucking his cock through his own hold with reckless abandon while you nod at him, “yeah, i bet it does sweetheart,”
his words make you gasp and before you know it, you’re plunging your finger into your body to keep up with him. it feels impossible to even try, his hand is flying over his length with filthy slick sounds that echo the ones coming from between your thighs but you’re moving on pure instinct and it feels just right
“fucking—god—prettiest little thing i’ve ever seen,” leon groans and maintains a level of eye contact that makes your face burn red. he’s not interested in watching you fuck yourself right now. no—he wants to see pleasure painting across your face, the twitch of your brows and the silent oh that your lips gets stuck in
it’s depraved in its purpose, meant to make you feel like you’re putting on a show for him and you are. the more you think about it, the more your pleasure seems to build with him watching and getting himself off to you—like he’s unable to fulfill that need when you’re not around to satiate it
any words that you want to say, curses or begs for something you don’t even know that you want yet, die somewhere between the air in your lungs and your mouth. cotton wool fills the free space in your head, suffocating your brain so that there’s only leon and a sense of euphoria swimming through your veins
but, of course, leon knows that. he’s smart, academically and seemingly when it comes to you. it’s as if he can see your thoughts, your desires, and they must be enticing enough because within the space of a rather sluggish blink of your lashes, he goes from sitting in his chair to hovering right up over you
his free hand winds around your throat, not pressing but just holding you while he forces you to look up at him. your eyes soften with him right there, you can feel it happen and you can’t find it in yourself to be even the slightest bit embarrassed about it as tears start to prick at your waterlines
“my favourite angel,” leon sighs as he dips closer to lick along your bottom lip. he’s not kissing you, more just marking you than anything else, “gonna add another finger for me—give her what she wants before i do?” he hums, smirking something awful as you react to the fact that he’s going to fuck you afterwards
“yes—ohmyfuckinggod—yes,” you cry out and start to work a finger alongside your middle one before your body is prepared for it. the ache is welcomed though, the stretch is delicious, and if you weren’t struggling to think, you’d wonder how leon always knows when you’re ready for more
however, more can’t come soon enough for you. under leon’s heavy gaze and with his fingers stroking softly over the sides of your neck, paired with you being able to fuck yourself properly—finally—your orgasm starts to simmer throughout every part of your body
you’ve never been able to make yourself come like this, not this fast. leon can and he always does, whether it’s over his tongue, because of his fingers or around his cock. he can push you to the edge and right off of it before you can even realise it’s happening and now, he’s doing it without really touching you at all
somewhere distant it registers in your mind that he’s stopped touching himself too. he has a hand around your neck, his thumb brushing over your drooly chin, and his other hand slides over yours where it’s pressed into his desk, his fingers intertwine with yours and it’s because of that simple gesture that you’re done for
tears slide down your cheeks and sobs rip through your body. you’re incapable of doing anything that isn’t ruining yourself for leon’s entertainment. you try to tell him that you need to come, that you’re going to come but nothing comes out that he can understand—or, so you think
“you’re gonna come, huh?” he asks, his voice dripping with warmth and honey but he doesn’t give you a chance to answer before he’s teasing, “oh my sweet girl, already?” he pauses to lean in and kiss the tip of your nose, “just needed it so badly—i know—you can come for me angel,”
on the next thrust of your fingers, a fire unleashes in your stomach. white bursts behind your eyelids as you clench them shut and then fireworks explode to replace the white, hot, sensation. you’re choking on your moans, stuck halfway between crying and trying to scream, which leon fixes in an instant
his lips slot over yours like he was made for you, swallowing your noises and coercing you to breathe whilst he mumbles soft praises that you can’t distinguish against your mouth. heaviness overtakes your limbs, your fingers practically fall out of your wrecked pussy with a wet pop before you sag in leon’s hold
the coolness of his desk brings another chill to your skin as he lays you down carefully and slots himself between your thighs. his large hands grasp at the back of your thighs and his fingertips dimple into your sweat and slick damp skin as he pushes your knees towards your chest
he half smiles and half smirks down at you when you blink up at him through tear soaked lashes. he’s in a far better mood than he was when you started, which means that you’ve done your job perfectly and now, as the blunt head of his cock starts to split you open, it’s time for him to do his
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Hi can you do Leon as a teacher and reader has a crush on him and he notices?
Not as Slick
Summary: After retiring from the DSO, Leon takes a job teaching at a local community college. He’s all but given up on his dreams when a bright, brilliant, and impossible-to-ignore student catches his attention.
Tags/Warnings: Fem! reader, suggestive elements, age gap (reader is 18+, Leon is 49), yearning, lots of yearning, you fall first, but he falls harder.
Note: This is lowkey kinda rushed, but I hope I can make it up to you with pathetic, needy Leon.
Leon Kennedy thought you hated him at first. It wouldn’t be the first time a student had hated him; it usually happened after he doled out a poor grade. However, your grades were fine– great, even. Maybe his lectures were boring, though he liked to think criminal justice was more engaging than some other mind-numbing subject.
So why would you refuse to look him in the eye?
You always slipped into class a few minutes late and left before anyone else had even packed their bags. Your head is always down, fixated on the desk as you absent-mindedly take notes, never once raising your head. Leon wasn’t sure why it bothered him so much. It shouldn’t have. He’d spent the first few years of retirement teaching bored college students who barely listened to him in the first place; it wasn’t anything new. However, for some reason, he couldn’t stop noticing you.
It was a dreary Monday morning when he decided he was going to get to the bottom of this. He had just spent the past sixty minutes giving a very impassioned talk on crime scene procedure, and you hadn’t even looked at him once. If anything, you had a pained look on your face as you glared down at the desk in front of you. He had decided then, halfway through his talk, that he was going to figure out why you hated him so much.
As students packed their bags to depart, Leon called out your name.
“Excuse me, do you mind staying after class for a second? I want to… discuss your latest paper.”
A few students around you snickered, but you just nodded solemnly in response, walking towards his desk while the rest of the class trickled out of the room.
“You're not in trouble,” he started, noting the way you approached his desk like a kicked puppy. “I just wanted to talk about the last paper you turned in. There seemed to be a bit of a dip in quality from the last essay you turned in, and I wanted to make sure everything was okay.”
“I’m sorry, Professor,” you mumble slightly, fiddling with your fingers.
“It’s okay, I just want to make sure one of my top students is okay,” he said with a small smile. “If you would like to resubmit it, I can give you until the end of the weekend if you’d like to make some edits.”
You flinch slightly, and Leon can see the way your body tenses as your composure falters.
You’re nervous. Why?
Oh
The realization dawns on him, and Leon can’t help but feel like an idiot. You don’t hate him. You have a crush on him. The fidgeting, the refusal to make eye contact, the stutter in your voice — he makes you nervous.
Leon feels his mouth go dry.
His gaze lingers on you for a moment longer than it should. You're smart. One of the smartest students in his class, actually. You always do your homework. Your essays are insightful. Despite your quiet nature in class, he’s gone over your notes, and it’s clear you have a strong understanding of the material.
And you're beautiful.
That part had been significantly easier to ignore before this revelation.
Why in God's name would someone like you be interested in someone like him?
Leon is forty-nine years old. His back always aches. He goes to bed before ten. Half the stories he tells start with "back in my day."
You deserve someone your own age.
Leon lets out a sudden cough as he realizes he’s been zoning out for too long, staring at you. You look like you’re about to have a panic attack, eyes wide as you fiddle with a strap on your bag.
“You can have until Sunday to resubmit it,” he repeats, glancing at the clock awkwardly. “If you need any assistance, I’ll be in my office for most of the weekend,” he adds, a little smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
You nod stiffly, although he notices the way your face twitches, eyes twinkling as you almost smile back at him. It’s cute. You’re cute. Leon watches as you walk out of his classroom, and chastizes himself for allowing himself to feel like this.
It’s late in the afternoon, and Leon is just about to wrap up on grading papers and return to his house to partake in his usual Saturday routine of wallowing in loneliness when a soft knock echoes through the room. His heart skips a beat as he glances up.
“Come in,” he says, after a moment of hesitation. Your head pokes in through the crack in his door.
“Sorry to bother you, I just, you said to come if I needed help–” you trip over your words, bashful. Leon chuckles, shaking his head as he sits back down in his chair.
“Of course, I’d be glad to help.” He smiles at you, and you smile back.
The question you had was minuscule, a little tweak, and suddenly your essay was perfect. Still, you hadn’t left. Leon hadn’t asked you to leave either. Both of you are currently debating the mishandling of a case he had brought up in class. He had made a one-off comment, hadn’t even really been thinking, the words had just tumbled out of his mouth. It was like a spark erupted within you as you head snapped up at his remark.
“No way! It was total police misconduct that, ruined the investigation,” you had argued.
“And what evidence do you have to support your statement?” Leon challenged.
That had been the start of your debate. For the past twenty minutes, the two of you had been bantering, building cases for the opposing side. Leon felt alive, more alive than he had felt in a long time. It was like the shyness within you had melted away as you passionately spoke your case. Leon couldn't remember the last time he'd enjoyed a conversation this much. He found it unfair how you could be so beautiful and clever at the same time. He fell into a trance as he watched you animatedly argue a technicality, hands waving as you spoke. Sunlight pooled around you as the last of the afternoon light poured into the office, casting you in an angelic glow. He knew then that you would be his undoing.
Leon returns home that night to his house at the edge of the city. He had bought it after retiring from the DSO, using some of his pension to purchase the white-picket fence cottage he had longed for since he was young. Call him old-fashioned, but he had always been envious of that lifestyle. It seemed….simple. A steady job, a wife, and two kids. Something peaceful and boring because his life had been anything but. He craved the mundane.
Leon had spent decades fighting monsters at the whims of others. He had buried friends more times than he could count and had sacrificed his youth so that humanity could live. With the remnants of Umbrella's past finally waning, with new agents far more limber than he at the helm of the fight, Leon had finally been able to hang up his holster. He just hadn’t been able to picture what a future of normalcy had looked like. The white-picket fence dream had always been just that—a dream. Men like Leon don’t get happy endings. They don’t deserve them. Not with his hands so stained with blood.
He unlocks his front door, placing his bag on the couch and melting into the cushions. He closes his eyes and thinks of the future— a normal future, the kind he's spent decades wanting—and your face is the first thing that comes to mind.
The weeks go by, and you’ve started to haunt Leon after class. Both literally and metaphorically. You’ve become emboldened, dropping by his office hours, lingering after class to ask questions. He doesn’t mind. Not at all. It gives you an opportunity to flash your academic brilliance, and gives him an opportunity to wallow in the ever-growing schoolboy crush he has on you. Intelligence is sexy after all. Metaphorically, you follow him outside the university. He’ll be at the grocery store, standing in front of rows of wine he has no real opinion on, and wonder which one you’d pick. He’ll pass snacks in the aisle and find himself thinking, absentmindedly, whether you’d prefer sweet or salty after a long day. Maybe he can find a way to ask you next time you drop by. Leon will be at home, washing dishes from his lonely dinner for one, and thinks about how chores would be more tolerable with you chatting beside him.
Lying down in bed at night, he thinks about how it would feel for you to lie beside him, sharing each other's warmth under the covers. Leon hates himself for thinking this, for becoming a stereotype. He can’t help it, though, not when you’ve wormed your way into his heart. He should feel guilty — he does feel guilty — but not enough to stop.
It’s raining when you drop by his office hours. There are droplets on your face and dew in your hair; you're drenched and dripping all over his hardwood floors. God, he wishes you’d drip all over him. Leon freezes at the thought, suddenly feeling the heat spread to his face. You’re innocently talking about the guidelines of the final essay, and he’s sitting across from you. Imagine what you’d look like grinding against his thigh. God, he really has turned into a perverted old man. Leon shifts uncomfortably in his seat, trying to ignore the way his slacks suddenly feel too tight against his groin. He hunches over his desk, leaning closer to you to ensure you don’t see anything you aren’t comfortable seeing. Leon chastises himself; he’s still a teacher, your teacher, and he needs to get a grip. He realizes you asked him a question, staring at him expectantly.
“Oh, um,” he mumbles, rubbing a hand over his stubbled jaw. “That sounds good,” he agrees, although to what, he has no idea. “Anything you turn in will be perfect, I’m sure.”
The compliment makes you smile. “Thanks, Professor,” you say, your voice as sweet as sin as you look away bashfully. You stand up to leave, waving him goodbye with the promise of seeing him in class tomorrow.
Leon lets out a groan of relief as you leave. Not because he’s glad you’ve left, but glad he finally has a reprieve to take care of the issue you’ve left him with. He flicks the lock on his door. Office hours are over; he has personal business to attend to.
The countdown to the end of the quarter hangs above Leon’s head like a threat. Every day brings the dreaded deadline of the end of your time together. Just a few more days, and you won’t have an excuse to see him anymore. You’ll move on to other classes, as will your secret affections, and you’ll forget all about him. It’s okay, most people do. Leon is used to being tossed aside; he’s used to not getting what he wants. Longing is an art he perfected long ago, and you deserve someone your age anyway.
The days pass by in a blur, and Leon only really feels alive when you're in the room with him. Every other part of his day is just a roadblock until he sees you next. It’s almost pathetic how quickly he grew to adore you, but then again, he’s always worn his heart on his sleeve, eager to give it away to anyone who spared him a second glance. It wasn’t a crime to want to be loved. To crave a happy ending.
It's the day before summer vacation, and the hot June sun has turned his office into an oven. He’s taken off his suit jacket, tossed it aside carelessly, why he even bothered with it on the hottest day of the year, he has no clue. His white button-up is rolled up his sleeves, bare forearm pressed against the wall, and he peers out on the campus lawn. Leon dreads going home, dreads knowing that it’s over. Students outside are already leaving the campus in droves, eager to return home to relax for a few months with friends and loved ones. Leon’s envious, because his summer break will be spent exactly how he’s spent the rest of his life. Alone.
A knock echoes through the room, and a soft, sad smile spreads across Leon’s face as he turns around to face you.
“I thought you’d have left campus already,” he says.
“Without saying goodbye to my favorite professor?”
“Quarters officially over, not your professor anymore.”
“That’s….actually why I wanted to stop by,” you confess, hands clasped together in front of you.
Leon tilts his head to the side, “Oh?”
“Wow, this is actually embarrassing,” you start, a nervous laugh leaving your lips. “I don’t think I could live with myself if I didn’t tell you. I need to get it off my chest,” you start, biting your lip.
Leon smiles; he knows where this is going.
“I–actually had a crush on you for most of the quarter,” you admit.
“I know.”
Your face falters, eyes widening. “You did?”
“You’re not as slick as you think you are,” he says, the corner of his mouth lifting. “I’ll admit, it took me longer than it should have to figure it out.”
You narrow your eyes a little. “Maybe you’re not as good a detective as you think you are.”
“Maybe,” he agrees.
Leon takes a step closer to you, trying to hold onto the professionalism that has been holding him back for weeks. You do the impossible and step closer to him. Leon is sure you can hear his heart beating, and he hopes you know it’s all for you.
“Since we’re confessing,” he starts, and suddenly he feels like the bashful rookie he was all those decades ago, “I’ve also grown to care for you.” His body relaxes as the words flow out of him. “More than I should have,” he admits quietly, “as your professor.”
A toothy grin erupts on your lips, “Good thing you aren’t my professor.”
His heart skips a beat, and he lets himself not think. His hands reach up, gently cupping your face as he tilts your jaw up ever so slightly. The want and longing that have been building for so long erupts within him, and he can’t contain it anymore. His lips press against yours, soft and gentle because that’s what you deserve. Weeks of restraint unravel, and Leon thinks you taste like sugar and feel like silk against him. Perhaps it is just the heat of the summer sun beating against his back, but he melts against you. Soft and desperate, just for you.
The kiss lasts an eternity, but not long enough, and after finding heaven against your lips, the two of you pull away, panting softly. For a moment, you both remain silent, finding comfort in each other's arms. It’s a dangerous line to cross, Leon knows this, but danger is never something he’s been averse too.
We should probably talk about this,” he says, though he doesn’t move away.
“Maybe,” you hum, hands sliding down from his shoulders to his chest, your fist grasping the length of his undone tie, giving it a playful tug that causes him to bend his head down closer to yours. He smiles, moving along without hesitation.
“Later?” he asks, pecking your lips.
“Later,” you confirm.
As your lips meet his once more, his strong arms wrapping around you, pulling you flush against him, Leon finds himself, for once, looking forward to the future.
⤷ 𝓷𝓼𝓯𝔀. 𝟏𝟖+. age gap. reader is of age. p in v. 𝟸.𝟽𝓀
large hands grab at your body and yank you into the bathroom, greedy and groping, as a gasp hitches in your throat. you knew that it was going to happen, that it was coming, and yet, you still gasp. thankfully though, the noise that escapes past your lips isn’t loud enough to get you caught
“fuck sweetheart—been killin’ me up here,” leon grumbles while he locks the door but before you have a proper chance to defend yourself, he’s pressing into you. his hand slides loosely around your neck and your fingers twist into his shirt as he crushes his lips onto yours
he tastes like beer and the fresh lemonade that you made for your dad’s barbeque. it’s sweet, which is a stark contrast to the filthiness of the kiss. it’s messy and sloppy and his teeth knock against your own before he nips gently over your bottom lip, eliciting soft moans that get muffled between your mouths
leon walks you backwards towards the counter until the edge of it is digging into your hips, “c’mon, we haven’t got long,” he huffs after he kisses you one last time and then, he spins you around and leaves you staring at him in the mirror with your face flushed pink and your chest heaving in short pants
“long for what?” you ask in a whisper and your answer comes in the form of leon bending you over with a hand planted on your spine while the other rucks the skirt of your dress up and over your ass, “leon, my dads outside—everyone’s outside,” you hiss and flail your arm in an attempt to swat his hand away from your body
your eyes flicker towards the frosted glass window that’s cracked open and overlooks the backyard where your dad is hosting his annual barbecue. there’s several people outside, friends and coworkers plus all of their families. it’s beyond risky but you don’t really seem to care when leon is grinding up against you
he’s hard and straining along the zipper on his jeans, bulging and squishing into the swell of your ass with every shift of his hips that knocks you off balance. you accidentally stand on leon's boots as your thighs clench but you manage to steady yourself by gripping onto the edge of the counter for leverage
“that’s why we haven’t got long,” leon mumbles eventually and then smooths his hand over your ass cheek until his fingers are teasing underneath the hem of your panties. you whine as he pulls them away from your body and the thin fabric separates from your wet pussy, “fuck—you’re already soaked,”
“have been all day—since you got here,” you sigh whilst his knuckle drags along the length of your cunt, from your hole down to your clit where his touch ghosts. it makes you whimper and try to push back against him but as you do, he pulls his hand away and slides your panties to the side in a rush
cool air fans over your warm skin and raises tiny pinprick bumps that tickle down your arms and over your thighs, causing you to shiver, regardless of the fact that it’s a warm, sunny, day—the perfect kind of day for your dad to host a party while his best friend fucks you senseless in the bathroom
“shit, me too—been hard this whole time ‘cos of your fuckin’ dress,” leon drawls while he undoes his belt with his free hand and then works the zipper on his jeans down without looking because he’s too busy ogling you and your—very short— ditsy dress in the mirror
truthfully, your dress isn’t anything special. it’s flowy and airy, perfect for the nice weather but it has thin little straps and contours around your tits nicely and you know for a fact that it always drives leon crazy. which, might have been the reason you reached for it when you were getting ready
“it’s my favo—oh,” you trail off into a quiet moan when the blunt head of leon’s cock nudges against your clit. he slips down the center of your pussy slowly, collecting and smearing slick over himself until there’s an easy glide between your skin and his before he presses against your dripping hole
“yeah, mine too,” leon breathes before he pushes into you. the sudden stretch is intense but it's everything that you’ve been needing all day and it causes your pussy to clamp down around him instantly, feeling every part of him and preventing him from going any further like he so desperately wants to
his hand slides over your hip, squeezing softly and bunching up fabric from your dress as he goes while you whimper and clench around him. eventually though, you reach back to loop your fingers around his wrist, scratching your nails over tanned skin, and that’s enough for him
leon sinks into you slowly, pushing in and then pulling out a little bit before he does it all over again. he’s thick and it forces your legs to part further than they already are to take him but, leon does you one better than that and grabs at the back of your thigh to manhandle your leg up until your knee is resting on the counter
“oh fuck,” you groan into your palm in an attempt to stay quiet as the new angle quickly drops him deeper into you, forcing him to bottom out and bump his heavy balls against your clit. you can feel him everywhere, deep inside of you, in your stomach and knocking the air out of your lungs, all at once
you watch in the mirror as leon traps his bottom lip between his teeth and stares down at where your bodies join, eyeing the fluttering of your cunt around the base of his cock and the thin sheen of slick that you’re coating his skin with and then, just as slowly as he sunk into you, he pulls back out
it’s a dizzying feeling, the drag of his length against the walls of your pussy, that are crushing him in a desperate bid to keep him trapped inside of you forever. if you had it your way, he’d be there all day, every day, but that—unfortunately—can’t happen since your dad has no idea that you and leon have been fucking for months
that’s what makes it more special though, you suppose. the fact that moments are stolen and kept secret, they’re rushed and not often planned and sometimes, it can be a long while before they happen again. so, you’ve started to make a conscious effort to savour whatever you can, when you can
“ready angel? m’not gonna be able to be nice about this,” leon asks, sounding genuinely apologetic. he likes to take his time with you normally, pulling you apart and putting you back together with his tongue or his fingers, always with his cock, but right now, time isn’t on your side
“yeah—yeah, it’s okay,” you whisper before you get caught in a silent moan as leon fucks into you in a single but harsh roll of his hips. you go from devastatingly empty to completely full to the brim in the blink of an eye and as much as you want to, you can’t make a sound
leon does though. he grunts against his will and hangs his head while he picks up his pace. his cock plunges into your cunt on every thrust, from the tip to the base in long strokes that makes your clit throb and cause a burn to spread throughout your stomach like a wildfire
outside, in the yard, people laugh loudly and it makes you tense up inadvertently while your eyes flicker back and forth between the window and leon’s reflection but, his eyes are lustful and there isn’t even a hint of care or worry in them as his pace doesn’t break for even a second
“focus here, not there,” he mumbles and gives both of your hips a reassuring squeeze before he leans over you. his chest rumbles against your back with every silenced groan and his lips ghost over your shoulder, prompting you to relax underneath him almost immediately, “yeah, just like that,”
his low mumbles pair with one of his hands sliding up and over your ribs to your tits. he yanks your dress down and your tit practically falls out and into his awaiting palm where his fingers dimple into your soft skin as he gropes and swipes his calloused fingertips over your perky little nipple
“god—leon,” you gasp and jerk with pleasure that’s being shared equally between his cock splitting you open, his wandering hands and the brush of his lips. it’s nothing like you’ve ever felt before, dancing along a thin line that’s somewhere around too much and simultaneously not enough
but, before leon can do anything more or answer you with something deep and—not doubt—wildly attractive, his phone starts to buzz on the edge of the counter. you didn’t even notice it earlier but you do now because the contact information that brightens his screen is for your dad
once again, you tense and if you weren’t sandwiched between leon and the counter, you would dart out of the bathroom in a hurry, “what the fuck do we do—what does he want?” you hiss in a panic even though your cunt is still fluttering and clenching around leon’s length
“i don’t know, let’s find out,” leon says in a deadpan tone as he reaches for his phone and doesn’t give you a chance to protest before he’s swiping his thumb across the screen to answer the call and putting his phone up to his ear, “yeah? what’s up?” he asks plainly
thankfully, you can’t hear what your father wants and whatever it is has the snap of leon’s hips slowing right down until he’s fully seated inside of you and starting to grind, which you wouldn’t mind if the tip of his cock wasn’t rubbing right over your cervix with the shift of his hips
“nah, i’m upstairs,” leon mumbles, his voice sounding oddly normal considering that you can feel him twitching inside of you. he must be asked another question because his eyebrows raise and then, “your kid? haven’t seen her, man” he lies through his teeth easily and smirks something filthy at you in the mirror
you should be terrified—disgusted even—but instead, your stomach flips and the dirty kiss of his cock against your cervix starts to do more for you than when he was properly fucking into you. leon watches you as your eyes roll back and your reddening cheeks puff outwards and...
the realisation hits you and him at the same time. you’re going to come whilst he’s talking to your dad—who’s literally just downstairs—and there’s nothing that can be done to stop it now
one of your hands slaps over your mouth as noises start to escape while the other shoves its way between your body and the counter to swirl your fingertips in furious circles over your throbbing clit. you’re too far gone and chasing a high that you shouldn’t be and all leon can do is witness it
if he’s still talking, you don’t hear it over the pounding of your heartbeat in your ears but you just simply don’t care as leon’s eyes sharpen in his reflection. his brows furrow and his jaw tightens and his hips start to buck quicker, making the grind of your bodies speed up too
tears prick along your waterlines and spill down your cheeks in fat drips, your ass bounces back against leon to meet his half assed thrusts and the coil in your stomach twists until it hurts. you’re right there and blinking at leon with wet lashes and a silent plead for him to push you over the edge—and he does
he slides in deep, slamming the head of his cock against your cervix while he tilts his phone away from his ear and then tips his head to one side and simply mouths, “come,” and your body is more than happy to oblige
searing heat courses through your veins and makes you sweat in an instant as your body shakes. your knee drops off of the edge of the counter and you trample over leon’s boots again while your knees buckle, prompting him to wrap an arm around your waist to keep you mostly upright and on his cock
you’re not sure if you make a sound, the whooshing in your ears is far too loud but your thighs tremble and your teeth grate together—that much you do know. you’re clamping around leon like a vice and his cock is jerking in time with your uneven clenches which means that he has to be close too
the coolness of the countertop soothes your damp forehead as you rest against it and ride out your orgasm with the help of leon’s hips rocking gently. except, your bliss gets interrupted when leon discards his phone onto the counter with a thud
“good girl,” he growls and clutches at your hips one last time. you're pliant from your orgasm and easy for him to control while he pounds into you like an animal, “so fucking good—god, wonder what your daddy would say if he knew you were up here—shit—coming around my cock,” he rambles
a sob rips out of your chest as leon spears his full length into your sensitive cunt. it aches in a dull way that makes your thighs snap shut and your fingers flex and bend until your knuckles are white, “he’d kill you,” you sniffle amidst the sound of leon’s skin colliding with yours
“yeah well, it’d be worth it,” leon grumbles deeply as his thrusts start to become uneven and sloppy, a telltale sign, “fuck—m’gonna come—c’mere, can’t make a mess of you yet,” he slurs his words and pulls out of you too quickly, eliciting your gasped yelp while he turns you around and shoves you down onto your knees
your tongue lolls out of your mouth when leon reaches down to hold your jaw. his other hand is sliding over his cock frantically, leaving his palm covered in a sheen of your slick. he jerks, once, twice, three times and then feeds the head of his cock past your lips, just in time for his length to kick
leon grunts above you, not nearly as loud as he usually does but still loud enough for it to be suspicious if anyone overheard it. neither of you appear to mind though as thick ropes of his come splash across your tongue and drip down your throat, coating it with the taste of him
his fingers stroke softly over your jaw while you hum and swallow around him lazily until he’s got nothing left to give you and his cock starts to soften. you pull off of him with a little pop, lick over your lips and then stand up while wincing over the pain darting though your kneecaps as you straighten your legs
there’s a moment of silence where leon traps you between him and the counter again but this time his arms wrap tightly around your body and his lips press softly against your hairline. it won’t last for long—it can’t—but you enjoy it for the few seconds that it does last
“m’sorry but one of us has to go out there, now,” he murmurs when he steps back and tucks himself back into his pants. he looks far more put together than you are, you’re sweaty and your dress needs rearranging and truthfully you just need a minute to breathe and hopefully stop your legs from shaking
“go, i’ll come out afterwards,” you whisper and slide the strap to your dress up your arm and back over your shoulder. leon just nods, kisses you properly, only a peck but it’ll do, and shoves his phone into his back pocket while he reaches for the door handle, “wait—what did you mean you can’t make a mess of me yet?”
leon just winks and then he’s gone
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a/n once again edited terribly but i wanted to get it out tonight x
☆̱ Content: RE9!Leon. Domestic fluff. You and Leon go shopping. Smut. He's been horny all day, but the shopping trip does not help. Heavy make outs. Vaginal Sex. Car sex. Minors DNI!
☆̱ A/N: I've actually had this finished for a while, but I'm just getting around to posting this now lol. Please enjoy!
“How's this?”
Leon steps out of the dressing room, fiddling with the tag of his black quarter zip up. You squint behind your glasses under the dim light and take a step closer.
“Lemme see the back.” He lets out a light laugh, following your request. His broad shoulders are highlighted, bulky biceps stretching the shirt like it's going to rip at any minute. “How does it feel?”
“It's…fine. A bit tight.”
“So, you don’t like it.”
“I have three of these in the same color.”
You roll your eyes, “Then put on the olive one that I got you, I wanna see how it looks.”
“The olive one is too tight too.”
“Nuh-uh, I got that one in a size up. Go put it on.”
“Yes ma'am.” He says, trudging to the back of the dressing rooms.
Sure, this was not what Leon wanted to do during his extended time off with you. If he had his way, you two would stay in bed, perform various marital activities until the sun went down. Then watch a few movies, get a nice dinner…Relax.
You would be okay with that if you didn't notice the tears you found in one of his shirts while doing laundry. Another one in a few pairs of jeans. Then a hole in one of his sneakers and the sole coming undone in one of his boots.
He was in dire need of some new clothes. You were not going to let your husband save the world in a holey shirt.
So that’s how you ended up at the gigantic mall downtown. That forty-five minute drive worth it so he can spend it on high quality clothes and shoes. Plus, it had a Cinnabon.
“What about this?”
Your eyes light up when Leon steps out in the olive colored quarter zip. From here, you can tell the fabric doesn't stick too close to his skin. “I like it. Show me the back.”
He turns and you sing your approvals.
“Okay, this one is good. It's not restrictive.”
“Great!” You clap, “I saw a few more colors that we should get for you in that size.”
You speed off to that very same aisle in the men's section, leaving your husband to go back and change. Magenta, navy blue, and a dark red are bundled in your arms when you meet him at the register.
“I don't know if magenta is tactical.” Leon questions while swiping his black card.
“Aww, really? I think it's a pretty color. And it brings out the brown in your hair.”
He chuckles, “Well, you do know best.”
Shirts down, shoes to go.
But first? Cinnabun.
You go through your list of what's been purchased, enjoying a fresh, warm cinnamon roll. The crystal chain from your glasses gently sway with your movements when you cross off items with your pen. Ignoring your husband’s loving stare.
“May I help you?”
Leon feeds you another piece of the cinnamon roll, eyes latched on to how your tongue swipes at the icing. “I can’t admire my wife?”
“You can…as long as you’re just looking.”
You playfully suck your teeth when a hand rests on your lower back, his large frame close to yours. “Hard to when you look like that. Beautiful. Gorgeous.”
“Flatter me as much as you want, we’re not going to end this shopping trip early.” You push up your glasses by its bridge. “There’s a sale for boots that we should hurry up and get to. You’re getting three pairs to switch up in.”
Your husband gruffs but eats the last remaining of the baked treat. “You know, you can buy stuff too. There isn’t a dress or a pair of heels you want?”
“Nope.” You quickly stand, pointing east. “We’re focusing on you here. Not me.”
Leon grimaces, following your lead, endless of bags draped across his arms.
While making the trek to the shoe store, a display catches your eye.
The mannequin in the window is wearing these light blue boot cut jeans. They’re pretty with it’s white colored seems, brown boots and an orange colored blouse completing the entire look. You’d go in and browse, but you have more pressing matters.
“Uh-uh.” Leon stops you with his arm out, “I saw you looking over there.”
“I can window shop for your information.”
“We have money. We don’t have to just window shop.”
You shake your head, trying to move around his arm. Unfortunately, with his special agent training, he quickly stops you with his entire body. “Leon. There’s no time for pit stops.”
“We got here early, there’s plenty of time.” It was your turn to grimace as he makes you turn and go in the store. “If I’m going to be stuck at the mall, I want to make sure you get something.”
Damn your husband.
You were just going to get the jeans, see how well it fits. But Leon made the employee get the entire set that was on the mannequin. Payback for the mountain of clothes you made him try on.
Okay, you’ll try these on and go back to your original plan. It probably won’t fit that well on you anyway. You always had a weird relationship with clothes, some shirts being too tight despite picking up the right size, or some pants feeling too big. You didn’t want to get your hopes up.
Then you tried them on.
You can’t stop smiling at how the loose, sparkling blouse fits. It coincides well with the jeans, and the boots are a nice touch. You’re practically like the mannequin in the window; confident, hot, sexy. Maybe it was a good idea to get these.
“Wow, look at you…” Leon stands when you walk out, beaming at his stunned reaction. His blue eyes tracing your outfit like you’re trying on a new dress for the first time. “Let me see the back.”
You shake your head, turning around so he can see the flashy rhinestones on the back of your jeans. Your favorite part of them, actually.
“Before you brag and say that you’re right, I am getting the entire outfit. There’s also a pair of these jeans in a darker color that I want too-oh!”
Leon’s hand splays on your stomach, pulling you closer to him. His breath fans your ear, lips trailing from the cartilage all the way down to the crook of your neck. The sudden action makes you place a hand on top of his.
“You look great in those jeans. It highlights your curves well.”
You giggle, knowing it’s better than a moan to escape. “You mean my butt.”
His laugh is breathy, goosebumps appearing on your skin and a tingling sensation to go straight down to your core. “Yes, I mean your butt. And your thighs…your hips…”
Leon ruts his hips at your ass, hoping you get the hint. Oh you do. You really do. But there’s still shopping to be done.
“Okay, big guy. I need to change.”
He groans, planting a kiss on your cheek then your neck while he rubs your stomach. “Don’t. You should walk out of here wearing this.”
“I can’t do that. There’s security tags and I’m not putting my leg on the counter for them to take it off.”
“You’re flexible enough to do it.”
Blood rushes to your cheeks as you gently push your horny husband away. The comment didn’t bother you, but he said it around a couple of people passing by to use the dressing room. And you’re sure they can see and hear how desperate he’s getting.
“Behave.” You press. Leon pouts like he wasn’t trying to fuck you in the dressing room.
This man.
Once that card is swiped and he’s carrying your new outfit in his hands, you focus back to the task at hand. Shoes. The shoes for Leon. The shoes Leon needs to perform at 100% at his job.
You’re not going to think about the fact that his eyes never changed after leaving the store. Low and hungry. He takes a few steps behind you, honed on the sway of your hips as you walk. Like he’s trying to get a chance to say forget about the mall altogether. And pick up where you two left off in the morning.
Not now. Not until you get these boots.
You pick out a few pairs for him to try on, making sure they fit properly. Leon goes along with it. For two seconds.
“Hey, you should change into that outfit again. We’re out the store now.”
You scoff, “This store doesn’t have a full dressing room.”
“The one next door does.”
You bite your lip, “I’m not changing my clothes in another store. I’ll wear it another time, baby.”
Leon slides his feet into the boots, walking around and looking in the mirror to see how they look. You compliment on how great they look on him, imagining him coming home one day sweaty, boots hitting the floors in exhaustion. But not tired enough for him to give you a kiss and hold you in his arms.
Ah, now you’re going crazy.
“At least put on the jeans.” He asks, “God, you should see the way they look on you…” He’s on your form once again, practically picturing some obscene thoughts.
“Leon.” You push with a nervous laugh when he squeezes your ass. “I don’t know why you’re acting like this.”
“My wife is sexy. Is that not enough of a reason?”
He digs into your back pockets, pulling you close enough to lock on to your lips. A kiss designed to make you reconsider and steal your breath away during the influence. You hate that it’s working. You can’t think for a hot minute when he’s a hair away, breath fanning your lips. “Come on. I wanna see it again.”
You hum. A lick to your lips and you’re wondering what route he can take to get you home faster. Ugh, but you didn’t stop at the polo store and the sale ends today. Damn. Damn!
“Baby, focus. I’m not changing. You’ll see them again when we go home.”
He shakes his head, deciding to not try on the other pairs of boots, saying they’ll fit him anyway. In any other instance you would make him try them on just in case. But the shift in the air makes you pause.
Is he angry at you? All because you didn’t want to change your clothes? That’s ridiculous. He’s never gotten upset at anything like that before.
Leon’s face is neutral, straightforward. He pays for the boots and carries it into the bouquet of bags. Not complaining, not pushing you anymore about changing. “Where to next?”
“Ah, there’s some polo shirts that I think would fit you.”
He motions out the door, “Lead the way.”
On the way to the polo store, there’s silence. Neither of you make conversation or coerce each other to make another pit stop. You’d still think he was mad if only he wasn’t close to you. Closer than usual.
He’s by your hip inside the store. A hand landing there when he helps you get what you want for him to try on. Despite the array of bags on his arms, he manages to bump along your backside, muttering a “sorry, honey”. Like he did it on accident.
You inhale to steady the excitement in your heart. Leon’s clearly aroused. If that tent you felt in his pants had anything to say about it.
He gets hard when you walk around in your nightgown, the one with a stain from a burrito that you can never seem to get out. But now that he’s not angry with you, you think it’s time to go home.
You grab a few handfuls of polos you think would look nice for him and get ready to check out.
“I’m not trying them on?” He asks.
“Nope, I think they’d fit you just fine.”
Leon hums, “You sure? I can wait if-”
“No, no. I know your size, they’ll fit fine.”
He doesn’t argue as you swipe his card.
Then you’re walking back to the car faster than usual. Being the ever so DSO agent, he’s able to keep up. With bags in the trunk and your seat belt on you exhale.
“I know what you’re up to.”
Leon raises an eyebrow when starting the car, “I’m not sure what you mean.” He breaks out into a grin with a look to his direction. “Alright, you got me. My fault for thinking you look sexy in that outfit.”
“It is your fault. Now, you have to wait a little bit more until we get home.”
“Huh, do I?”
The Mercedes roars when Leon drives off. He doesn’t turn into the direction of home though. He drives a bit further behind the mall, to an abandoned parking lot where a restaurant used to be. Once he pulls up behind the building, shutting off the engine, he undoes his seat belt.
His legs spread wide, the seat slightly pushed back. “Come take a ride.”
You look around first, “What if someone sees?”
“The windows are tinted, honey.”
“But if someone gets super close, they’re still gonna see…”
“They won’t.” Leon circles your arm with his knuckles, “Don’t be scared. I got you.”
You shiver from his touch and his seductive gaze. It’s just the two of you alone in an abandoned restaurant parking lot. In the middle of the day on a Wednesday. What’s the worst that can happen?
“Alright.”
You make your way over, careful not to knock against the gearshift. Your husband watches you straddle him before pushing up your glasses once more. “Stay still, don’t move…”
Leon’s lips find yours. With more energy than before, pouring his heart out from what he originally wanted to do back at the shoe store. You keep steady with hands on his chest and finally allow yourself to relax into his embrace. No worries about any sales going on or if he had enough pants. Just you and him. Right here.
He palms your ass again, kneading it deliberately. Your breath hitches at the bite to your lip before his tongue parts yours for a taste. He groans above you as prickly stubble and the ocean sea says hello. You moan with desperation, clearly showing him how much you needed this. Needed his touch.
“Those jeans really outline your curves…”
You sigh at his whisper, his teeth nibbling on your earlobe. “You still thinking about that?”
“Mmhm…” He unbuttons your jeans, helping you lift up so they can slide off your legs. “I can’t get how they fit out of my mind.”
You jolt at the gentle slap to your rear, fiddling with his jeans. “I’ve never seen you go crazy over a pair of jeans before.”
“Not just the jeans…” He lifts up his lips so you can pull them down. “That blouse…those boots…shit…”
Leon latches on to your neck, peppering it with kisses, sucking at your pulse. You roll your hips along his arousal, noticing the light wetness occurring below. Unsure if it’s from you or from him.
“Tell me more…” You rasp, gripping the nape of his neck when he nudges against your clothed breasts, taking in the cotton fabric. “Tell me how that outfit drives you insane.”
“I want to fuck you in just that blouse.” He mutters, lifting up your shirt to see your bra. “Right on your back so I can see it shining like your tears.”
“Leon…” Your head goes back when he pulls down a bra cup, latching on to your nipple. Your hips roll some more, hard enough for him to grip your side. He sucks and rolls his tongue over your bud, drawing a low moan out of you. Every single time he manages to make you feel good. So good.
Even when he switches breasts, pulling down your cup to groan against your skin. Suck on your tit like he’s never sucked before.
“Your boots…” He continues, lifting you up with one arm, two fingers sliding along your wet lips. “I want you to walk around naked with just those on. Only for me.”
You nod and your panties are gone. Thrown in the backseat. Cool air hits your cunt, causing another shiver to go through you.
“Wear them out on a date and we wouldn’t last thirty seconds outside.”
He pulls down his boxers, cock springing free. That pink tip blushing and leaking with pre down his long shaft. He dips into your soaked hole, in awe at how wet you are. He doesn’t break eye contact when stroking himself for you.
“Let me…” You follow his movements, taking turns stroking him. Sticky sounds fill the car as you twist and pull. A thumb pressed on his tip to smear more cum down below. It was Leon’s turn to take a shaky breath.
There wasn’t much time to waste when you line yourself up. You sink down on to him and submit to the most glorious stretch of your life. One to knock any remaining air from your lungs.
“Fuck, you always feel so good…”
Leon makes you lean back into the wheel, careful not to blow the horn. His hand grips under your knee before thrusting up to you. You whine, holding back a moan before he sharply thrusts again, creating a quick rhythm. Fast and steady. Some of it leering into what he tried to start this morning. His movements lacing with anticipation.
It didn’t help that your pussy is drenched. Making it easy for him to fuck you like this. Bumping along your walls, drawing out any noise that you can muster. Damn near knocking your glasses off.
“You like that, honey?”
“Uh-huh…” You shift, moving to the right so he can hit that g-spot. But you move too much, causing the horn to go off. You jolt forward, enough for Leon to get a better angle and fuck up into hard. Both hands settling on your ass.
“I don’t usually like shopping…” He chokes, eyes fluttering. “But I’d go a lot more if I can see all the outfits I can take off and make love to you in…”
He shoots his hand between your legs, thumbing your clit after each hurried thrust. You cry, trying to hide your emotions by sloppily kissing him. He follows you during each buck of his hips, each rolling of your hips, while playing with your bud.
It’s getting too much. Your head swims from the rough motion of the car and his attention on you. Your moans get shaky, louder. You stop kissing him and press against his shoulder to ride out that upcoming pleasure. The lower pit of your stomach quakes, thighs ache from this difficult position. You can’t pull away to escape.
“I’m right there…” You shudder, eyes shut to focus on everything your husband.
“Let’s do it together.”
Leon sits up, holding you close to fuck you with as much strength as he could. Rocking that Mercedes until both of you explode with ecstasy. You molding his cock while he spills into you like it’s his mission. Pumping that load into you until he has nothing left. Besides the vision of you in that outfit.
When the quiet settles and what’s left is thrown clothes, swollen lips and a lingering scent of sweat, you nudge into his chest.
“We should go back inside. I think I saw this cute, yellow sundress when we walked by Polo…”
He chuckles, a light kiss to your forehead. “Show me a picture, then get in the backseat.”
she was a woman of habit. she did the same routine each day. maybe the products changed, but the scents were all similar. she always smelt of vanilla, especially when she was fresh out of the shower.
she had just exited their bathroom, just in her panties and a stolen shirt, still brushing her hair.
"do you wanna go out for milkshakes? i want a milkshake," she stated, wandering to turn on her little candle warmer on her nightstand.
when she approached the bed, he got a whiff of her. she smelt like vanilla icing. she reeked of it.
"whatever you wanna do, honey," he whispered, hand reaching over to grab her thigh, tugging her onto the bed.
"or maybe you can just make me one," she stated, tossing her hair brush aside.
"in a few minutes," he muttered, shoving his nose into her chest. she smelt so good, so much like herself. sure, he had met other women that smelt like vanilla, but it was never the same as her.
she laughed, fingers running through his hair.
"you're getting gray hairs," she teased.
"i wonder who's causing them..." he retorted gently, nose brushing against the base of her neck.
"people at work?" she asked.
"yeah, honey," he replied softly. leon knew well she was playing stupid, but he was too busy memorizing her scent once again to care.
little drabble bc i got a new body scrub and i lwk smell like vanilla heaven rn
girl I have one req in mind so Leon and reader wants so get intimate but reader insecure about her 🐱(bush,having outtie,not pink etc.) so how would Leon react/comfort her?tysm already
a/n; this is so personal to me I can't even explain it. I live for this idea you don't get ittttt—I love you for this request 🙏🏻 I think re4!leon is the best for this—he's mature, well adjusted, likely has some experience under his belt, but he's still clueless enough as to why such "silly things" would bother women since he's never experienced the same kind of standards
sum; re4!leon and his gf who doesn't think leon will like what he finds when she finally lets him see her for the first time
content; protected sex, reader has a few specifications for visuals but only for her 🐈, insecure!reader, body praise, pussy pronouns??? is that what it's called??? never written for it but here it is, soft sex, fingering, oral (f!receiving), leon is a sweetheart, aftercare
wc; 3.3k
Leon had proven he was an ideal man, even with all his troubles and baggage. He was kind, loving, supportive, strong, etc. The best you'd find nowadays without settling for a red flag. Despite leon proving his maturity and security over the last year of your relationship, you had refused to let him pleasure you. He was endlessly confused by it, always asking if you were sure, but he never pushed you. You'd give him head, jerk him off, but he had yet to return the favor of pleasure. You always reassured him that you were a giver, not a receiver. You got pleasure out of giving, is what you told him.
He never pushed. Never prodded for details. He simply accepted your preferences and took your word. Unbeknownst to him, it was getting hard to keep that up. Everytime you'd suck him off, or sit in his lap and let him grind at your clothed pussy til he came, it became harder not to ask for him to return the favor. Why didn't you?
Leon was clueless about why you never let him return the favor, but in recent weeks, he noticed something. He took note of everything. When you initiated something, you were more hesitant to deny his offer near the end. You were more insistent about him touching you—groping and kneading anywhere he could reach. But you still swore up and down that you didn't need it.
He wasn't having it now.
He had you in his lap, hands palming at your butt, keeping your hips in motion against his clothed length. He kissed gently along your neck, one hand creeping down to find the space between your thighs. Before he could touch you through your shorts, you shifted away, panting slightly as you looked at him, slightly dazed from the dry humping and heated kisses.
"What?" He mumbled. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Just... relax. Let me d—"
"Let me do the work," he mocked faintly, face drooping slightly at the repetition of what you told him everytime he tried to reciprocate pleasure.
"Okay, that's.. a little mean." You laughed it off. "What's your deal?"
"You want it. You've been hesitant to let go lately. You've been more persistent about me touching you right." He said simply, gently lifting you off of his lap so neither of you could ignore the conversation with advances.
"What are you talking about?" You huffed quietly.
"You never let me see you or touch you in the same way you do to me."
"Because I don't need it." You tried to laugh it off again, scooting in closer. He stopped you.
"No. I want honesty. Why won't you let me return the favor and give you what you want?" He asked firmly, hands placed harshly on your thighs to keep you from moving.
"Leon, can we not do this? You know I like to give more than take." You looked away, shifting your body so you could close your legs and tuck them under your weight.
"Why?" He asked again.
You moved to get up, fully prepared to just go and finish yourself off in the shower and just ignore him, but he stopped you, hand over your wrist.
"How long have we been together?"
You blinked at him. "Two years?"
"Two years in two weeks. How long have we been getting intimate?"
"Uh.. a year?"
"And I've still never seen you naked."
"So?" You scoffed. "It's a preference, Leon."
"No, it's something else. You get scared when I ask you if you want me to help you out. If it's something trauma related, I want to know so I'm not accidently triggering something for you. If it's insecurity related, I need to know so that I can get that stupid shit out of your head. You have nothing to be insecure or afraid of." He spoke firmly, taking your hands into his as he shifted so you'd look at him.
"It's not.. it's not trauma. It just... looks weird, okay?" You finally spat out, brows furrowing.
"What does?"
"Everything. My body. My.." you exhaled heavily, frowning slightly as you looked down. "It's not appealing, Lee. It looks different than what I'm sure you've seen from other women."
"So?" He scoffed. "Babe," he lifted a hand to your cheek, letting you lean into the touch as he lifted your head. "I've seen a lot. I've only been with a few girls, and I've seen enough to know I don't give a damn."
"That doesn't—you don't understand. Most girls have an innie."
"A what now?" He blinked.
"Innie. You know, like belly buttons? They either protrude or are tucked away."
"Yes? What's that gotta do—oh. Oh."
"Yeah. Same thing happens with women's labia. It either stays nice and tucked away, or it poked out and looks weird. Even weirder if you've got a damn bush. Men don't like either, but the combination is even worse."
"I've seen that. Why's it matter? So long as I'm not opening myself up to an STD or a pussy with teeth inside, I don't see why the look of it matters." He looked genuinely dumbfounded. Not because he didn't understand the differences in women's bodies, but because he didn't understand the pressure you felt from yours looking different.
"It's not visually arousing!" You argued. "Guys in the past have made it clear that it's not very nice to look at. Even when I shaved—which I fucking hate doing."
"Listen to me." He cupped your face with both hands, leaning in for a quick kiss. "You are my girlfriend, and the woman I hope to call my wife someday, and if I'm lucky and I don't die before 35, I'd love to have some kids with you."
His words made your heart jolt, eyes widening slightly.
"All that said, I need you to understand that my love for you is bigger than what you look like." He leaned in to press your forehead to his. "If you truly don't want me to see you right now, then I won't push, but I need you to understand that you're the most beautiful woman I could have ever imagined I'd have the luck to be loved by."
"You swear on my life, your life, and our relationship that even if you don't like it, you wouldn't change your mind about me as a person?" You whispered quietly, lower lip quivering slightly from anxiety.
"I swear on everything. My life. Your life. Our relationship. My job. Our—"
You cut him off with a giggle, kissing him softly as you fell forward to hug him. "Okay, okay, no more swearing." You murmured, head falling to nuzzle into the side of his neck.
"Are you willing to let me see you tonight?" He asked softly, gently brushing your hair back and holding you tenderly as he scooted you back into his lap.
"Just... be warned." You pulled back, that shy look returning. "I haven't shaved. Or trimmed. In a while." Your voice returned to a quiet whisper.
Leon chuckled, lips curling into a mischievous grin. "A man fears no bush." He leaned in for another kiss, deeper this time. It took a minute of coaxing, but once your body gave in, you let him turn around and lay you down, his lips glued to yours the entire way down.
"You," you muttered, his lips interrupting you. "are so cheesy." You finished, making him laugh quietly.
"Be glad I didn't make a jungle joke. Or a Jumanji reference."
"Don't make me change my mind." You deadpanned.
"Alright, alright, no more jokes. Just focusing on my pretty lady." He dipped his head down and kissed his way down your body, stopping once he got to the waistband of your shorts. He looked up at you one more time, waiting for you to nod before he gently tugged the fabric down, your panties coming down with the shorts.
You closed your eyes, tight as you subconsciously held your breath. You expected a noise. A face. Anything to express dislike. But all that came was a shuddery breath and a soft kiss to your inner thigh. He sucked a light bruise into your thigh, moving onto the other one, repeating the process until he felt satisfied. Your head lifted and your eyes opened to look at him, finding him already looking up at you as his lips worked their way back up your thighs, stopping merely an inch from where you needed him most.
"Whoever convinced you that this was unattractive must have not liked pussy." He said bluntly, and before you could even laugh or tell him he was a doofus, his tongue was licking a long, flat stripe between your folds, making you gasp and quiver at the sensation.
"Leon," you breathed, head falling back against the pillow.
"Shh, 's okay," he uttered, tongue finding your clit with ease before he took the tiny nub between his lips and suckled gently. You squeaked, hips jolting. "Fuck," he cursed, a low growl rumbling in his chest. "She's fuckin' sopping, baby." He pulled back just far enough to take a better look, two fingers coming to gently spread your folds so he could see the wetness that had accumulated from simply dry humping and some nasty kisses.
"Lee," you whined. "Don't do that." You tried to reach down to hide yourself, pouting in embarrassment.
"No, no, not a chance." He grabbed your hand and held it down, shaking his head. "I've waited this long, I'm not letting you hide from me. Not when she's waiting so patiently for me. Don't you wanna give your pretty pussy what she's been fucking aching for?"
His words made your body shake slightly, pussy clenching around nothing. He could feel it, his lips curling upward with satisfaction. "Just.. don't stare like that. Please?"
"Don't worry, you'll get used to it." He promised, leaning back in to let his tongue circle your hole, only to delve in and get a proper, pure taste of you. His eyes rolled back, a low groan leaving him as he listened to you try to stifle your pitchy sounds. His tongue retracted and licked smoothly up to your clit and focused there. He repeated that pattern for a while until he felt you were ready for a little more. With his mouth still torturing your clit, he inserted two fingers, cautious but confident.
"O-oh, Leon," you gasped softy, back arching eagerly into his touch. He pumped two fingers back and forth ever so gently, slow in his need to build up and prepare you. His mouth pulled from your clit with a lewd slurp, only for him to lean in with soft, sweet kitten licks, making you twitch and grind up against his ministrations.
"She's so good already—so perfect," he purred, kissing his way up your body and finding your lips as he slowly increased the pace and curled his fingers, eliciting a gasp and a pitchy, drawn out moan from you. "You're so beautiful." He breathed, leaning in for a deeper kiss to get you distracted and eased so you weren't concerned about his opinions.
Leon worked you all the way to the edge, getting you to melt into his arms and accept the pleasure without worry, and just as you dug your nails into his arms, he eased to a stop, fingers retracting gently. You blinked up at him, panting quietly.
"Why did you—"
"That was just the appetizer." He purred, settling comfortably between your legs as he kissed your jawline. "Now I've gotta give you the real deal. Is that okay with you?" He asked softly, his clean hand gently soothing up and down your hip.
"Yeah, yeah, that's.. that's okay." You breathed, swallowing harshly as you watched him lean over to the nightstand to retrieve a condom. You opened your mouth to ask when he bought those, but you halted as he undid his pants and pushed them down. He opened the condom and rolled the pre-lubed material down his length, giving himself a couple of strokes before he lined himself up with your entrance.
"Tell me if it hurts, okay?" He asked, leaning down to press his forehead to yours. You gave a slight nod, gaze downward to watch as he slowly pushed inward, a slow moan drawing out from his throat. You hissed, but urged him to continue as you eased yourself to relax around his girth. He brought a hand down to gently massage your clit, his other hand pushing your shirt upward to grope and knead your breast, pinching gently at your nipple.
You mewled softly as he bottomed out, his cock filling you perfectly. Your thighs trembled, body aching beneath him. Not painfully, but rather with desire. You'd used toys before, obviously, given you'd been satisfying yourself for so long, but nothing compared to being in his hold, his hands all over you, and his cock filling you up like he was meant to.
"You okay?" He asked softly, thumb expertly circling your clit and allowing you to twitch and relax around him as you adjusted to his girth.
"Yeah," you breathed, eyelids falling shut with a blissful sigh leaving your lips. "You can move if you want. I don't need that long to adjust." You mumbled.
"Well, thanks to society, I know nothing about my girlfriend's body or her limits, so it'll take a while for me not to treat you like a porcelain doll." He mumbled, leaning to for a slow, easy kiss as his cock dragged backward halfway, then eased back in. He took his hand off your breast and reached to take your hand in his, holding it with the utmost care as he worked his hips back and forth slowly. It wasn't loud, wasn't rough, wasn't fast. It wasn't like any of the videos or standards you'd grown to think it'd be like.
He was slow, cautious yet confident, caring with every move, attentive to every little noise and movement of your body. His attentiveness almost made your heart squeeze whenever he'd stop entirely if you gave a sound that seemed pained rather than pleased. He was prepared to stop for any reason whatsoever.
"Don't let anyone ever tell you you're undesirable." He whispered softly, his hand leaving your clit so he could gently hold your face and let you lean into the touch. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, and I'm a goddamn fool for you." He lifted your chin for another kiss, a little faster this time.
You moaned softly, back arching. Your free hand came to rest at the back of Leon's neck, fingers carding softly through the bottom of his hair as his hips remained slow and steady. "You can go faster. Please, go faster, Lee." You begged softly, legs wrapping around his waist to keep him closer.
"Whatever you want, baby." He did as told, hips gradually speeding up to a maintained pace. Each thrust inward, his tip grazed that spongy spot inside of you, pushing squeaks and gasps and moans from your throat as your body began to bounce with the new speed.
"Oh, fuck," you gasped, back arching as your head fell back, nails digging into his hand and the nape of his neck. "Lee!" You squealed, thighs quivering. "'M sss—so close," your words were drawn out with pitchy moans. Leon's hand left your cheek and came down to fondle with your breast again, switching between the two mounds as he watched them bounce and jolt with each pump of his cock.
"Go on, baby. Take it. Fuck—she's squeezin' me so fuckin' tight." He hissed, brows furrowing slightly as he fought to maintain his pace and rhythm to keep you on the incline to pleasure. Instead of letting him explore your body with his free hand, you reached eagerly to grab it, searching for every bit of reassurance that he truly was here, genuinely enjoying himself, and it wasn't just another dream.
"Lee—Leon!" You choked.
"Cum for me. Please. Cum on my cock. Let me feel your pretty pussy fuckin' milk me." He begged, leaning in for a sloppy kiss as you finally let loose, body twitching and locking up momentarily before it eased into a limp mess. You heaved, barely mustering the focus and energy to return his hungry kiss as he fucked you through your orgasm, meeting his own moments later. With a deep grunt, he filled the condom, lips falling open in a breathy, choked, drawn out whiney moan as he let your cunt convulse and encourage every last bit of his cum to spill into the condom.
He slowly eased out of you, trying not to collapse on top of you as he rushed to discard the condom in the bedside trashcan—it was almost full, so he'd get rid of it later. Once discarded, he let himself fall into you, engulfing you in his embrace from above. His arms went around your waist, pulling you into him as he snuggled his face into the side of your neck, letting you catch your breath as he mouthed softly at the flesh he could reach. His hands soothed gently along your back, tickling your sides with his feathery touch.
Once your breathing evened out, Leon slipped and laid on your side, pulling you onto your side and into him. "You still there, baby?" He asked softly, brushing your hair away from your face to find you looking up at him.
"Yeah. 'Course I am." You whispered, watching him chuckle softly.
"There's my girl. You feel okay?" He mused quietly, fingertips gently carding through your hair and massaging your scalp.
"Feel good." You exhaled, head falling forward against his chest.
"Hey," he tilted your head back, making you look back up at him. "Don't do that again."
"What?" You frowned, sleep lacing your features.
"Hide from me. Never again. Promise me, baby." He paused, eyes softening as they looked into yours. "Promise me that whatever you're afraid of, whatever comes between you and your comfort or your happiness, you won't hide from me again." His hand came to cup your cheek, brushing his thumb over your cheekbone.
"I didn't.. I didn't know it would be such a big deal for you. I'm sorry." You leaned in and hid in his chest, feeling him exhale.
"I'm not mad." He laughed a little. "I just need you to know you're safe here. No judgment, no secrets, no need to be afraid. Ever." He curled around you, letting you stay in your comfortable hiding spot.
"I promise. I'll do better about it." You nodded, pressing a small kiss to his chest, right where you could hear and feel his heartbeat.
"I love you. More than anything imaginable."
"I love you, too, Lee."
"You wanna sleep now?"
"Mmh, I have to pee first." You groaned, uncomfortable and groggy.
"Go on, then. I'll swap the sheets and get you some water." He slowly pulled away, helping you out of the bed and parting after a sweet kiss so you could go about your business while he fixed up the messy sheets.
Upon wiping yourself up, now washing your hands, you groaned quietly. "Leeee?" You called, emerging from the bathroom and peeking into the bedroom.
He walked back into the bedroom with two bottles of water and a makeshift snack plate with crackers, fruit, and some chocolate. "Yeah?" He bumped the door shut, a piece of candy already in his mouth, making his cheek puff out slightly. Likely one of those old person candies he liked—butterscotch or the hard strawberry candies.
"Oh, I'm so in love with you." You grinned, meeting him halfway and eagerly kissing him. "I was gonna ask if you wanted to make some food but you read my mind."
"Sex makes me hungry." He shrugged, but smiled at your affection as he led you back to the clean bed.
"Well, normally you aren't doing the work." You giggled.
"Yeah, but now I am, and I'm really hungry." He crawled into the bed and pulled you in to follow, plate held off to the side as he tugged you into his lap.
"Love you." He purred, hugging you tight with his free arm.
thinking about 𝒍𝒆𝒐𝒏 𝒌𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒅𝒚 conforting you after finding out that your excuse of a boyfriend, who happens to be his oldest son, had cheated on you.
you were trembling on his arms, sobbing while trying to say some coherent to him but leon could only focus on how pretty you looked with your face all teared up, lipstick smudged and rosey puffy cheeks.
you were so cute, he didn't want you suffering over the actions of an asshole, even if that said asshole was his own son. so, with all the best intentions a man like him could have, he did all he could to cheer you up and make you forget.
and if that implied eating you out with his son's hoodie still on, so be it.
"mmf, fuck, mr. kennedy," your sweet moans were like music to his ears. your delicate hand found its way towards his head and grasped the grey-ish strands, tugging at them when his face buried deeply into your pussy, and his nose tip brushed against your puffy clit. a low growl teared from his throat when your thighs squeezed his head, making him choke on his breath.
mr. kennedy. oh, how he loved whenever you called him that. normally, it would have been in a polite greet whenever you came to visit. but now, with your soft legs tangled around his head and his mouth glued to your leaking cunt was more enjoyable than ever.
you're squirming and whining under his tongue, holding onto his hair as his mouth sinked more into your core, telling him it's too much for you to handle. yet, he didn't care, not when your pussy was clenching around his tongue, begging for him to keep going. you were so desperate for his touch it was almost pathetic.
poor baby, all of this time fucking a useless prick, not knowing what it was like to be worshipped like you deserved. it was bordeline criminal, a beautiful woman like you—the root of all desire, the tought on his brain whenever he furiously fisted his cock at night—neglected by someone who didn't know what he had.
"that's right," he groaned against your soaken core. "feels good, isn't it? spread your legs a bit more, yeah—just like that, fuucking god."
his hot breath ghosted over your sensitive clit, making your head falling back against the cushions, moaning and pleading, crying your eyes out for a release. "mhmp, mr. ken—oh fuck! r-right there! i'm so.."
leon increased the pace of his tongue, smothering his moans in your pussy, sending vibrations that were enough to drown out his lewd noises with your orgasm— shutting him off while squeezing your thighs, hidding his face between your shaky legs.
sum; leon and his wife, who he just missed so goddamn much and couldn't properly love because of the T-Virus, so now it's his job to remind her what she does to him
content; unprotected sex, multiple rounds, creampie, kinda gross cum stuff, cum eating, spit & cum swapping with a kiss (just learned its called snowballing, thanks to the person in my comments who told me 🧡 LMAO), oral (f!receiving), overstimulation, squirting,
wc; 1.2k
a/n; oh how I yearn for re9!leon 😩 he's so sexy. this was honestly just a reason to get nasty and push myself to be more comfortable with being actually a little gross in my writing... pls tell me if this is too much. im afraid guys 😓
You forgot how you had gotten here—all bent in half and sobbing for him to slow down as he shoved your face into the pillows. One second, he was pulling you close and telling you about Elpis and how he's okay and how badly he missed you, the next he's got you completely lost with pleasure, his cum pumping into you for the second time tonight as your cunt practically choked his cock, having reached your third orgasm of the night.
He pulled out, only to roll you onto your back and push your legs up. You didn't even get a warning as his cock slipped back into you, resuming the brutal, rhythmic thrusts that were made easier by the nasty amount of cum and slick that were seeping out of your walls.
"Fuuck," he hissed, head falling back slightly. "Bet this pussy missed me, too, huh? Gonna make up for all the nights I missed. All the nights I left you frustrated 'cause I couldn't touch you right.. 'm gonna make up for it all night, baby. Promise." He panted, one hand coming down to your clit to lightly smack at the throbbing bud. Your thighs tried to squeeze shut, but he kept them open with one hand and his body in the way.
"Lee!" You cried, body twitching and shaking almost violently.
"Come on, don't tell me you can't take it. You've been perfectly healthy this whole time. You can't take cock like you used to?" He taunted, watching the embarrassment bloom on your cheeks.
"N-no, 's not that—fuck!—I just—" You gasped, back arching as his fingers began to strum steadily, harshly against your clit.
"You what? Poor baby can't even speak. Pussy's too busy swallowing my fuckin' cock. You gonna cry for my cock? Gonna cry while you cum?" He purred, his words harsh but sugar coated in his tone. You looked up at him, a whimper squeaking out before your head threw back again, eyes rolling back and crossing like some dirty porno from Leon's dreams when he was a rookie. He growled, hissing slightly with restraint.
"Ho—ooh, oh, shit!" You squealed, hands pawing and pushing and scratching at his chest and shoulders as you felt your orgasm approaching rapidly.
"Do it. Let me know I'm doing good. Didn't lose my spark, did I? I still know how to make my wife dumb for my dick, yeah?" Despite the dirty words, you detected a subtle and actual need for the reassurance. Given how long it'd been since you two were able to have normal penetrative sex, he had to make sure he still had his 'special touch' as he called it.
"Fuck! Fuck, 'm cumming!" You sobbed, body practically shrinking into the bed below as your entire body quivered and let loose, warmth gushing around his cock. He could feel your hole fluttering and pulsing, and his orgasm followed quickly. For the third time, a heavy load of cum spilled into you, his fat, hard tip kissing your cervix and pumping right against the limit. He panted. Finally, he showed some kind of shaking. His arms shook as he held himself above you, his breath hitching and faltering momentarily.
"'M sorry," he huffed, pulling back again, only to push his cock in once more. You whimpered, reaching desperately to grab at his wrist as he tapped and pinched lightly at your clit, eliciting a sound that approached a scream due to pure overstimulation.
"Leee," you sobbed, eyes rolling back. He halted for a moment, only to lift your legs over his shoulders. Your ankles linked together behind his head, and you yelped as his hands smacked against your thighs to hold you in place as he pumped his cock back and forth, heavy and mean with fat balls slapping against your ass.
"One more." He panted. "Fuck, just one more. One more, and I'll be all done. Just gotta make sure I make up for my fuck-ups." His fingertips dug into your thighs as he looked down at you, taking in the dazed, dumb, desperate look on your face. You were approaching your fifth orgasm—nearly four on his cock, the first one having been on his thick fingers. Despite the overwhelming sensations, pussy beyond raw, clit throbbing and twitching with every thrust, head lulled off to the side as you struggled to keep your eyes open even as his cock punched moans and mewls from your throat, your body jolting and jiggling with the thrusts.
With how overstimulated you were, how sensitive your body was, and the lack of breaks, it didn't take long to be on the brink of your orgasm again. A small, worried sob trickled from your throat, and Leon brought one hand to make you look at him.
"Lee, 's weird," you whined. "I-it feels funny again." You warned. Leon knew what that meant, and although he knew it embarrassed you, he had to push for it. He had to get you there. He had to finally earn his reward—with rapid strums of your clit, mean thrusts of his cock hitting your cervix, and mixing with the dirty words he let out, his reward came moments later.
Your vision blanked out and all you felt was full body tingling and warmth between your legs, liquid splattering back onto you as you finally squirted—the clear liquid spurting strong from your cunt and hitting his abdomen, dripping down his torso, another scream-like sound ripping from you as you pawed and tried desperately to grab onto him. He fucked you through it until the thick stream fell into a trickle as his own orgasm hit again. He rolled his eyes back, his final load less powerful but still enough to make you squirm.
Once your vision came back, your body relaxed, Leon eased your body down, shifting you so that you didn't lay in the mess you two had made. He pulled out, watching the nasty mess seep out, slipping down as your pussy pushed it out in thick globs. Your hole temporarily gaped from how long the penetration went on, and he didn't pass up the chance to lower himself as he held your hips up away from the mess. You didn't even notice him lowering until his lips were on your cunt, making you jolt and try to run from the sensation.
"'M cleaning my mess." He muttered, holding you in place as he used his tongue to clean you up. He knew it was beyond lewd, beyond gross, but he'd never be ashamed to admit that he liked to clean up the nasty mess that he'd make—a mix of your arousal and his cum, salty, almost tangy, and warm on his tongue. He kept true to his word—he didn't try to mess with your clit, ensuring his nose didn't nudge it, only licking up and suckling lightly to clean up the mess. At the end, he lapped at your folds and held some of the mess in his mouth before he crawled up your body and grabbed your face, leaning in for a kiss.
You whimpered, brows furrowing as you felt the swapping of spit, cum, and your own taste. It was nasty, but it made you quiver, your pussy twitching at the sensation. If you hadn't already cum five times, he would've easily gone again just to get rid of that twitching.
"I missed you." He panted, shifting off to the side as he pulled you to lay on top of him.
"Missed you, Lee." You breathed, quiet and shaky as you fell into his embrace.
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