OMG IVE JUST FOUND OUT THAT YOUR WRITING FOR BP2 🤩 can you do leo with the most nastiest blow pls pls he's so fine i might faint
a/n: hihi,, sorry for not posting anything for a while, I'm still gonna be irregular these days. but I hope y'all enjoy this and as always,, please reblog, comment and leave asks mwah
You’re already on your knees, lips parted, chest pressed to his thighs, heart hammering in your chest like a warning you don’t want to heed. His cock is slick and hot against your lips, hard and pulsing, and he’s staring down at you with that dark, cocky look that always makes your chest clench. “God… look at you,” he murmurs, low and sharp, one hand curling possessively in your hair, the other resting lazily on your shoulder. “Already trembling, already desperate. You want all of me, don’t you?”
“Yes…” you whisper, voice shaking, swallowing around him before you even realize he’s there. Your tongue flicks over the tip, teasing, tasting, and he groans, hips jerking against your mouth. “God… such a needy little thing,” he mutters, sliding the tip against your lips again. Then he pushes, sliding inside in one controlled, deep thrust, and your eyes water instantly, gag reflex flaring. “Mm… good girl,” he pants, low, almost cruel, tugging at your hair to hold your head in place. “Take all of me, all the way down.”
You obey, swallowing him down greedily, your lips slick, tongue rolling over the sensitive underside, and his groans grow desperate, rougher, rawer. “Oh, shit… you feel so good… so warm… tight like this… I-mm, I can’t…” His hips snap forward erratically, and you gag slightly, wetness dripping down your throat, but he doesn’t let up, cock sliding deeper with every frantic thrust. “God… my chest is killing me just watching you… and doing this…”
“Leo… please…” you whimper around him, hands gripping his thighs, nails digging into the tense muscles, desperate for some grounding as he fucks your throat relentlessly. “I need-”
“You need me? Baby, you’re pathetic,” he mutters, voice low, cocky, harsh. “Look at you, choking and trembling for me, lips and tongue just… mine. You think I’m going to be gentle?” His hips slam forward again, deep and punishing, and you moan around him, gagging, dripping with saliva and precum. “No… you’re going to learn just how messy you are for me.”
By now, he’s breathing hard, desperate, needy in a way that makes your pussy pulse even more, heart aching because you’re so in love with him and he knows it. “God… can’t… I’m going to-ohhh, right here… right now-” His hands tighten in your hair, tugging you flush against his cock as he hammers into your throat, and you choke, gag, swallow, keeping up with him as best you can, tasting him fully. “Ah… Jesus… so messy… you’re making me lose my mind.”
And then he cums, hips snapping violently as he buries himself deep in your throat, spilling hot, sticky ropes that coat the inside of your mouth, some dripping down onto your chin and slicking your chest. He moans your name, body trembling with overstimulation, cock pulsing as he comes again and again, greedy, sloppy, loud.
Leo pulls back just enough to stare down at you, chest heaving, eyes dark and wicked. “Look at you… dripping, gagging… little slut for me,” he growls, voice low and possessive. Then, almost lazily, he pushes you back against the couch, chest brushing yours, and drags his tongue along the slick, sticky mess coating your tits. “God… taste yourself, taste me,” he murmurs, sucking hard on a nipple, flicking and licking, letting you moan and shiver under him. “You taste just like me… and you like it, don’t you? You love it.”
You whimper, hands tangling in his hair, body shaking, heart splitting because he’s using every bit of your affection and trust against you. “Y-yes… I… I love it…” you breathe, breath hitching, hips pressing instinctively toward him even though your mind screams not to give in.
“Of course you do,” he growls, still licking, sucking, fingers tracing lazy circles over your bare skin. “I know you do. You love being mine… don’t lie. And I love that I can make you this wet, this needy, just with my cock and my mouth.” He flicks a tongue across your nipple again, then drags it down over the cum-slicked skin, making you shiver violently. “You’re so pathetic for loving this. I can see it in your eyes… every gasp, every moan, every pulse of your cunt…”
He drags you upright, holding your hair and your gaze locked to his as he presses his lips against the mess on your tits again, tongue swirling, sucking, and you’re trembling, moaning, completely undone. “Yeah… that’s it… ” he murmurs, cock throbbing again even after coming, needy and demanding. “You love this. You love being ruined by me.”
You whimper, chest heaving, completely broken and dripping, heart aching in all the wrong ways because you love him, and he knows it, and he’s taking full advantage, turning your devotion into this filthy, messy, intimate domination that leaves you gasping and pulsing under him.
