Cherish
Older! Leon x Bunny Fem! Reader
warnings: 18+, p in v, slight daddy kink, praise
summary: He watches for a while, analyzing and comparing how your face contorts with each sigh that escapes your lips. He picks up the speed at which our fingers move, the circles they make, and how your chest rises and falls. He wouldn’t mind painting this.
words: 1.8k
a/n: i yearn for down bad, filthy Leon, do you? (rhetorical question), enjoy!!!
Ever since you became part of Leon’s life, his world started orbiting around your presence. He says it time and time again like a mantra, how you’re the best thing to ever happen to him; a gift delivered from the gods on his doorstep.
Usually, hybrid owners complain how chained they feel to their hybrids, how sometimes they can get too much and they just need a break from all the chaos and constant attention they require. Usually in these conversations Leon sits there looking as clueless as he did back in calculus class in high school.
He can’t imagine being sick of you, if anything he feels like a leech on your side; too greedy and nothing ever feels like enough. Not quite sure what exactly the scientists who curated you in the lab mixed in, but heroin is definitely an ingredient. One kiss is never enough, nor two, seventeen will do for the next two hours before he needs to replenish again. Sometimes he feels like you’re the one who’s had enough of him and will throw him in the shelter yourself.
He wouldn’t want anyone to see how you have him wrapped around your finger, would be detrimental for the brand. The only person who even came close to see a quarter of what you have to put up with was Claire, all because he didn’t know she was at his place when he came home. She teased him for a while, saying shit like “never knew men can experience cuteness aggression” blah blah blah.
Anyways, he could go on and on about how he’d let you rip his heart out and use his body as Christmas decoration; but these sorts of wholesome conversations he can carry later on. The two of you have fucked a lot, like a lot a lot, like he doesn’t do cardio in the gym anymore kind of a lot. And he blames it in this whole stereotype of how horny bunnies are, and how in the wild they just hop, eat, reproduce and die. Obviously, he isn’t trying to sexualize you or objectify you or whatever buzzwords he can think off; he just wants to make sure your needs are met—except he’s the one to almost always initiate every time the two of you have sex. He says almost always because this time it’s different.
Coming back home from yet another day in hell, he parks his car before grabbing the pizza box from the passenger seat. He came back home early today, lucky him. But seriously, it is nice to be treated like your agency’s golden boy and pretend like they won’t turn around and replace you the minute they find you dead in a ditch somewhere.
Point is, he needs to work on his “pessimistic mindset” because it blocks your chakras or whatever bullshit that random show he put on when he couldn’t sleep said. Now he’s more focused on getting fat and drinking till he passes out on the couch.
That was the plan at least, until he heard your soft whines coming from the bedroom. He’s aware that he just said how bunnies are fond of sexual pleasure, but it was always a way for him to feel a bit better about himself for not being able to control himself around you. But seeing you pleasure yourself was a sight to see.
Perhaps it’s his fault, ruined you a little too much with his lips either constantly chugging liquor straight from the bottle or between your thighs. He doesn’t even regret it, not with the way his cock is throbbing watching the outline of your fingers do the work. A twinge of jealousy is definitely present though; how many opportunities has work taken away from him when those fingers could’ve been his. Not an artist himself, but this is what he would imagine Micheal Angelo felt like staring at the Sistine chapel after months of work. Instead, each panel is a different memory of each time the two of you had sex—he wouldn’t mind painting that, actually.
He watches for a while, analyzing and comparing how your face contorts with each sigh that escapes your lips. He picks up the speed at which our fingers move, the circles they make, and how your chest rises and falls. He wouldn’t mind painting this either.
You finally open your eyes and catch his figure leaning on the doorway. Immediately pulling your hand away and laying on your side with your back towards him. A part of him disappointed with how quickly he ruined it for himself because he was too busy ogling at you. Smiling, he steps closer.
“What were you doing?”
You remain still, is this like a survival instinct that bunnies have that he wasn’t aware of? Playing dead? He sits at the edge of the bed next to you; leaning in over your frame looking at your closed eyes.
“Are you playing dead, baby?”
You start snoring, mimicking the same snores he makes when coming back home from a 34-hour mission; and he kinda hates you for it.
“Ohhh asleep, my bad.”
His hand slots on your thigh, and he watches your reaction for a moment.
“Weird, people usually frown in their sleep.”
Knots immediately form between your brows and it takes everything in him to not bust out laughing. Listen, he said you’re the cutest thing out there; not the smartest. But alas he has to be supportive.
“Well, since your asleep; I might just help myself out.”
His large arms hook your thighs and pull your body to the edge of the bed before slipping off your shorts. Pushing your legs apart, he tuts as he grabs the waistband of your panties, his eyes glued on the wet spot in the apex of your thighs.
“Completely soaked, you’ll catch a cold.”
He releases the waistband from his finger, letting it snap against your skin. Your panties slide off with ease as he twirls the piece off fabric on his index before shoving it in his pocket. His eyes catch one of yours opening to watch what he’s doing before shutting again. Choosing to play your games, he clears his throat and faces your weeping cunt; pulling your lips apart taking in the amount of slick dripping down.
Impressive, but he’s done better.
A soft gust of wind blows from his lips, the cold air hitting your sensitive clit making your hips buck. He holds you down, taking in a deep breath before going in again and again and again—he’s about to pass out, and again; before you finally have had enough.
You lift your head, utterly offended; and he didn’t expect any less than that.
“Hey, sleepy head.”
Your nose twitches, and he retorts with the widest grin he can muster.
“Was drying you up. Can’t have you getting sick, sweetheart.”
“No.”
“No? You want more?”
You nod your head.
“What do you want?”
“Kisses.”
“On your lips?” Your ears flop in frustration as you shake your head.
“Where then?”
You point between your legs. Usually, he’d have you say it out loud, but he’ll let it slide this time because you’re embarrassed—and because he’s so hard it’s actually starting to hurt. Either way, he wasn’t planning on giving you what you want.
“I don’t know, sweetheart. I think you’ve had enough foreplay.”
Before you could protest, he pulls your thigh flipping you onto your stomach. He gets up and works on unbuckling his belt and you arch your hips like its second nature. Climbing on the bed behind you, he circles your clit for a bit before swiping his fingers at your slit collecting your slick on the digits before tasting them. Just because he’s not eating you out, doesn’t mean he doesn’t get to taste.
He strokes his aching cock a few times before teasing it against your entrance. A playful pat being placed on the swell of your ass.
“Having fun without me? Really hurt my feelings, baby.”
Bucking his hips forward, the two of you let out a moan at the stretch.
“Sorry, daddy.”
Placing his arms on either side of your head, he moves your hair out of your face.
“No, you’re not. Dirty fucking bunny.”
A trail of kisses is placed from your neck till your lower back before grabbing a handful of your ass.
“Come on, baby. Apologize.”
You begin to move your hips, forwards before pushing all the way back. He lets out a few groans, placing his hands on your hips for encouragement but letting you do all the work.
“That’s it. You take it so well, baby.”
You pick up the pace with every word of encouragement dripping from his lips. He encages you again, picking up your chin and connecting his lips with yours as your hips keep on moving.
Your legs get noticeably weaker after a while, and he’s afraid that princess treatment still applies even when you’re not on your best behavior. Deciding to have some pity on you, he snaps his hips causing your whole body to jolt forwards earning a chuckle from him. Claiming his lips with yours again he picks up the pace, the sounds coming from where the two of you connect making more slick drip down your thighs.
“Feel good?”
“Yes.”
He places his hand on your head, bringing your head flush against the sheets as he feverishly penetrates into you again and again. You whine beneath him; your orgasm being sensed with how your walls twitch.
His hand finds yours, intertwining your fingers together comforting you. Even after experiencing you for the thousandth time now, he still can’t believe how good you feel around him.
“So good, sweetheart. So good f’me.”
“Little hole made just for me.”
Sweat begins to coat your bodies, the hair at the base of your neck sticking to the skin as the smell of sex fills the room. It takes a few more snaps from his hips before your body begins to shudder beneath him.
With you reaching your orgasm, his movement gets increasingly sloppy. Your hips quake and your thighs turn to mush, his hand being the only form of support. His back is flush against yours; his head nuzzled in the crook of your neck taking in your scent as he reaches his.
A few choaked out moans escape his lips, feeling his warm release encapsulate his cock. He tries his absolute best to not crush you beneath his weight, pulling out his cock from your filled cunt with a wet schlick earning a moan from the two of you. He watches your mixed fluids run down your folds, his fingers collecting the white colored fluids and fucking them back into your spent pussy.
Leaning over, he places a few wet kisses on your clit; his mouth lapping at your cunt. He tastes the two of you on his lips till you whimper from overstimulation beneath him causing him to chuckle against you.
“Thought you wanted your kisses.”
divider by: @/pxrce-lain