tags: oral (male receiving), whiny leon, swallowing, praise
sum: you just want to see how whiny leon gets when you suck him off.
wc: 1.3k
For as stoic and quiet Leon seemed to be, he sure was making a whole lot of noise now.
When you got him alone, turning him to putty with your sweet compliments and kisses, was when he dropped it easier than he even knew. A part of him only you got to see… and you wouldn't change it for the world.
Leon's always been sweet, kind, caring, and giving in every way possible. He rarely takes any of that love back, especially when you compliment him. But then he's going from rolling his eyes and looking away to blushing in under a minute.
Even for someone who doesn't talk a lot, you had him speechless when he was flustered.
He knows if he meets your eye when you look so pretty telling him so he could probably believe you with how your eyes sparkle.
He's your entire world, why wouldn't you?
Especially when you'd been eyeing him in the kitchen cooking dinner while you were on the couch reading… wondering if you've ever made him moan as loud as he's made you.
When it occurred that you hadn't… a new idea was put into your head.
"Leon…"
You're beckoning from behind him while he's stood at the sink.
He doesn't say anything, just lets you wrap your arms around his waist and hug his back.
"Hey, baby."
His low voice cuts through the quiet and drives you crazy, watching his biceps bulge with each movement. It's the kiss you plant on his shoulder that makes him melt even more than your arms brushing his waist, a place you've deemed his favorite with the way he shudders.
His compression shirt sits nicely over his torso, accentuating every ridge of his toned chest and pecs. Your lips plant another soft kiss against his neck, and he knows you're not leaving his side. He also knows your hands are prone to wander when they're not pinned down.
Leon's aware of what's coming.
"What're you up to?"
"So pretty, baby…"
Leon chuckles under his breath, praying you don't feel the heat threatening to pool in his cheeks.
Your hands rake up his chest, nails scratching over the material of his shirt so lightly, and when you hear the sigh he lets out, it's a sign you're successful in turning him on.
"Yeah?" he huffs out.
"Mhm…" you mutter into his shirt.
Leon's focus falters a bit when your hands move back down over the hem of his shirt, feeling you toy with it before slipping your fingers underneath. A little more when they push his shirt up to reveal the soft skin of his stomach.
Goosebumps cover his skin with how light your touches are, completely thrown off task with your teasing.
He doesn't know how it escalates so fast… you were turning him on all too quickly and then when you mutter let me suck you off… his mind goes blank. He's blinked and you're peppering his skin with kisses, pleading.
Leon could never resist you.
Just when you thought he couldn't get prettier, his sharp eyes glance down at you on your knees for him.
"Fuck…" he's muttering, breathing deeply as he tries to commit this- commit you to memory on the backs of his eyelids.
Your pretty lips open, tongue sticking out as you kitten licks over the tip of his swollen cock dripping with pre, a hand holding him at the base.
Leon's cock is so pretty- par for the course with the rest of him. No wonder he shudders when you kiss him along the underside, running a hand through your hair. He's blushing as you swallow him down inch by inch.
The perfect size for your mouth, traveling every ridge and vein with your tongue. Your warm mouth is heaven to him, and you can't help but hum against him, listening intently to each of his whimpers. The friction sends his head falling back, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure.
"Shit- don't stop… please don't stop."
You've never heard Leon be so shameless in his moaning. He's stuttering and cursing every other word, trying to string together praises and sweet words about how well you're sucking his cock, how good you're making him feel- but he turns up blank.
Not having even uttered the words don't hold back to him, you're certain the warmth flooding your head has everything to do with how he sings above you.
Your soft palm rests on one of his thighs, moving softly against his skin though he's only tense because of how you pinned him down. His tip hits the back of your throat just the slightest and he gasps, enveloped in warmth and greedy for more and more with every movement you make.
Leon's shirt is pushed up above his navel and that pretty little trail of hair that leads to his base, his stomach flexing every so often with the urge to rut up into your mouth.
"So pretty, Leon…" you mutter, pulling off him with swollen lips and a hoarse voice.
Your words and voice have him twitching again, warmth of your mouth lost before you're swirling your tongue around his tip again.
"Fuck-"
"…And so noisy, good boy."
"Ca-can't stay quiet when you're this good at…"
His words fall out breathily before he moans again, almost like he's trying to keep his composure and not let himself go before he's ready to. Leon savors every time you touch him, especially when you get him whining and blushing and so fucking flustered that he feels himself start to sweat.
"Ohhmygod…"
He groans when you go down on him again, struggling to maintain the strength to stay standing.
"Hah- mmm.. fuck…"
This is the loudest Leon's ever been when you've got his cock in your mouth, and it's not looking like he's stopping anytime soon. His chest rises and falls with each breath that leaves him, always followed with a whimper or an expletive to complement.
When you push him to the back of your throat and gag, that's when he's shuddering and looking back down, moving your hair out of the way so he could see the way your lips're wrapped around him.
He doesn't care if it makes him cum on the spot with the warmth of your mouth around him and the wet sounds that follow. You're on your knees for him, doing all of this for him just because. Leon never asked, but maybe he should more often if this was going to be the outcome.
Though he'd much rather have you splayed open for him, thighs pinned down with his strength and your arousal all over his face.
"Baby, baby…" he pants, a plea for more- and he's so far gone already.
Leon's breath shakes and pretty little sounds keep leaving his lips, telltale signs he's getting close.
You want to taunt him, to take him in your hand and go as slow as possibly to delay his release but a part of you feels that's too cruel. You'd rather he just spill himself across your tongue without care. Tears prick up in the corner of your eyes when you pull back from having him deeper in your mouth, but the way Leon immediately looks down to make sure you're alright is too desperate to ignore.
He's on the brink- not able to last much longer and yet he's more concerned about if you're okay.
"You okay?" he pants.
"Mhm… close already, huh?"
"Uh huh," he replies, sheepish smile on his face.
You're licking your lips, swollen that they are and kitten lick at his tip before his palm comes up to cup your cheek.
"Where-"
"I'll swallow… just let go, baby…"
Leon huffs a breath before you're going down on him again.
"Fuck…"
It doesn't take long before he's whining again, holding your hair with his hand and bucking his hips up.
"Oh g-god, baby, I'm gonna-"
But he doesn't even get to finish his sentence before he's spilling over in your mouth, taking sickening pride in your soft lips wrapped around him. The salty taste of him spreads across your tongue before you swallow, slowing your movements before eventually coming up off him.
sum: leon's cleaning his gun in the kitchen, and you can't help but be mesmerized by it and him.
tags/warnings: gun play (no gun in v, unloaded), leon's a tease, dry humping against requiem (and a little on leon's thigh), nipple play, brat taming (?), daddy kink, praise (a little bit), pwp
a/n: [anyone ever wanna fuck something that you physically cant? cause me too.] i zont wanna hear shieettt about this leon being ooc. go complain to someone who cares. anyways i've been writing this for a couple weeks now and finally finished it. i hope my real ones out there find this and enjoy it. mwah, love u freaks <3
wc: 4.4k
Requiem.
Leon’s custom revolver. Issued by the DSO.
A hefty thing, if one were to pick the weapon up without the aid of meticulously trained arms and hands. It might slip from another’s grasp if they weren’t attuned to its magnitude.
He’d designed parts of it himself, scaling every part to size in his sketchbook. The division was more than happy to put in the request.
From bullets specially made down to the millimeter, to the case it came in, the holster, even the grip fashioned with an eagle wing, requiem was the perfect heavy-duty revolver for Leon Kennedy.
He’s sat at the kitchen table, a multitude of cleaning tools and parts scattered about. Steady hands of the aged man work to no end at polishing each part of the gun. By now there is no edge, surface, or curve of the smooth silver surface that has not been shined by Leon’s hands. A delicate process, undoing each mechanism perfectly so to be laid out for proper cleaning.
It is something similar to watching a potter craft with clay, observing his silent movements from across the room. Only soft sounds of his breathing are to be heard, that and the occasional clink of requiem’s hardened metal parts.
He’s only in a t-shirt and sweats, but he’s never looked more domestic, even when the activity he’s taken up isn’t anything like the others you do at home. Loving Leon has brought many a strange thing washing up onto your shore.
Many a night without him, weeks away from you at a time, only to come home and crash in your arms were nothing compared to the image of him under a single lamp light, hyper-focused on detailing the weapon in soft clothes. As if he should be doing something more… homely like laundry or the dishes in an outfit like that. Threads weaved within hems stretch around his biceps and fall loosely by his waist, same for the cotton that rounds his thighs and flutters down his calves by the catching air of an open window. As large as they are—and half covered by sleeves—they flex every so often, veins bulging along with soft movement.
Though he’s wary to leave smudges on the sleek metal, somehow his fingertips leave it void with every swipe of the cloth. He’s intricate with each piece, detailing until there’s no stain left, then carefully placing it back in its place for reassembly.
You haven’t seen him use it, since the policy that came with the sleek weapon only permits its use on those tough-as-nail missions. Though that doesn’t stop Leon from making sure requiem is in pristine shape as if it were fresh off the production line. Requiem is merely one of other firearms he keeps on the premises- since Raccoon City, he can never have too many.
He’s had you learn as well, for your own safety, and for his peace of mind when he’s thousands of miles away or on a different continent entirely. Shooting range, strength training at the gym- he’s toughened you up for whatever may occur. You’ve learned everything you know about guns from Leon: how to hold it properly, shoot well, keeping your breath steady, the whole nine yards. It was easy when you had a good teacher, and yet you couldn’t stop yourself from watching his biceps flex and the veins bulge when he’s practicing.
Leon is painfully beautiful, and it’s distracted you on more than one occasion.
He’d said, “Pay attention,” right before, attempting with all your might to do so, but that was proving easier said than done. When he’s wearing a regular t-shirt and soft pants and you’re imagining this is how he looks like in the field, up against the most grotesque bioweapons known to man.
Zoning out on how his gloved hands wrap around the gun’s grip, only blinking back into consciousness after he’d emptied the magazine. It didn’t take a genius, he knew you’d been distracted, so when he handed you the gun and asked you to show him what he’d just done, you folded in less than a minute.
Leon was always more than happy to help you out, adjusting your grip and getting close behind you to make sure your shoulders were in the right spot. Soft hands relaxed your form while simultaneously setting you on fire.
From then to now, you never grew tired of watching him and his guns.
Leon habitually details requiem after a mission, sat at the kitchen table until it’s shining. This time was no different, the last couple hours of evening time used to give the weapon a proper cleaning. He’s so focused in on the task, and yet he’s able to pick up the sound of you coming down the stairs.
You’ve stopped right at the edge of the room, watching him for much too long. Those strands of dark hair, his focused eyes, furrowed brows… he looks so pretty… while he’s cleaning his most lethal weapon.
Some part of you wishes you worked with him just to see Leon use the gun. It probably has one hell of a kickback for anyone else besides him. The gun looks intimating just by itself, but in use, it goes without question that one shot could kill you instantly.
Not unlike any other gun in the world, but this one was special.
You should be more startled by the thing, knowing Leon’s skills with it. He’s told you not to be afraid, and your familiarity with one has definitely made that concern less. Still… it’s deadly. Especially in the hands of the one it had been made for.
A flit of your tongue over your lips as he starts clicking the pieces back into place, then a step closer to watch his hands move methodically.
The floor creaks.
He doesn’t look up, instead speaking into the dimly lit room.
“Come sit by me, you must be tired of standing over there watching.”
A smile fights its way onto your lips when you step into the room. The moment you’re in the light is when his eyes shoot up from the gun, still clicking pieces back together.
Leon’s blues are colored like the daytime sky- soft and pretty, yet they possess such power to fill a single glance with a rush of adrenaline.
One corner of his mouth pulls upwards when you finally let that smile break out around him, taking one of the chairs out to sit down next to him.
“Didn’t wanna disturb you while you were cleaning your gun. You seemed so focused and I didn’t want to break that.”
His eyebrows lift, light in his eyes twinkling as it catches in their reflection.
“You could never disturb me, baby.”
You know this, and still the desire to let him have alone time without you is what makes your relationship work.
“I know…” you trail off, watching him go back to fitting all the pieces of his revolver together. His hands, rugged as they come, seem to know the weapon inside and out, similarly to how they know you.
Grip in one hand like the weapon weighs nothing, Leon continues to rebuild the gun with each part.
Curiosity strikes, and there’s ideas swimming in your head before you can even think about one thing.
“Is um… is your gun heavy? It looks heavy.”
“Yeah, it’s got a good weight to it. But it’s not heavy when I hold it.”
Of course it’s not heavy for him… with those arms? It must be a piece of cake.
“Right, on account of it being custom made?”
“Uh huh.”
A gun that large should be intimidating to even see in person. Even if he’s never used it with you around, you should be scared of what it can do. It’s not a surprise most things that should frighten you aren’t as daunting when Leon is present.
Just like how exhilaration fills your lungs when you look at the long barrel of the gun, how its bullets are specially made- how it all is- for his use. Its ridges and width are all you can focus on as Leon’s hands move over them, clicking into place with the rest of the pieces. Its look in his hand, like it weighs nothing at all… and on top of all that, how dangerous it must be. Why else would the DSO make him a custom weapon other than to be more efficient at killing things?
“It’s pretty.”
“What is?”
“Your gun… I mean, it suits you. You… look good with it.”
Shy he might judge you, you look away and fidget with your hands instead.
“Do I?”
“Mhm…” you mutter under your breath.
“Well, I’d hope so.” he replies, chuckling a bit.
“You probably look super hot in the field with it. Too bad I could never see that.”
“Do you even know how dangerous it is?”
“It’s a gun, of course I do, Leon.”
“No,” he halts his movement, and you can hear when he does, “You don’t. Not with this one.”
Your mind is playing back all the weapons training he’s given you, instructing how to not be afraid of it when you were starting out.
“What?”
“Look at me.”
Turning to meet his gaze feels as if it takes ten thousand years at the level of timidness you omit.
“Hold out your hands.”
“What?” you ask again, confused this time.
“Just do it.”
“But, you just cleaned it.“
“I can wipe it down.”
His voice is stern, so you don’t prod further before holding your hands out. As expected, he places the revolver in your palms, cold metal a stark difference to the warmth your body possesses.
Promptly after, your arms falter a bit with its weight. A type of weapon that would give anyone an arm ache if they weren’t muscled like Leon.
“It’s heavier than I thought.”
“Uh huh, more dangerous too.”
“Leon…”
“I’m serious. It’s not a toy. Touch it. Feel how real it is.”
Upon his command, your fingertips run over the polished titanium barrel, wondering how frequently he uses it on missions. How it probably gets covered in blood with no effort at all. Its warmth after a shot rings out. The gunpowder’s smoke trail.
God, it’s the perfect weapon for him.
Once again, you should be more frightened.
You should be.
But you aren’t.
Your thumb runs over the indentations along the bottom delicately as if it were an art piece.
“I know it’s not a toy, Leon… I’m just not scared. Especially when you’re holding it.”
He sighs, looking towards you with softer eyes.
“You’ve never seen me in the field with it, so you wouldn’t know.”
“Know what?”
“The number of things I’ve killed with it… I’ve lost count.”
The image comes to you instantly of him in one of his jackets, paired with the same navy blue compression tops, pointing the gun at some deformed lab experiment and lining up its head in the crosshairs right before he pulls the trigger. How adrenaline courses through his veins and the strength of his muscles braking any recoil it gives.
“Wish I could’ve seen how you looked while doing so.” you mutter under your breath, placing it back on the table in front of him.
“Oh yeah?”
Leon raises his eyebrows in surprise, picking it up for your viewing pleasure. He’d never deny his girl a show… without being a tease first.
“Mhm… you probably looked really good.”
“You sure? Cause I can get covered in blood really fast out in the field and, well, I don’t know if you’d want to see that.”
He’s playfully examining the gun while you watch, satisfied with your full attention on him.
Such a burden, beauty.
Popping out the empty cylinder, he spins it with his thumb and closes it back up. He knows you’re staring at his hands… or maybe you’re staring at the gun?
Seeing requiem in his hands made your heart race a bit faster. It’s easier to imagine how effortlessly he can work the gun on his missions, looking as if it weighs the same as his other pistols. But you know it doesn’t.
He shifts the whole chair towards you, so he’s facing you from the front, thighs spread how they always are when he’s comfortably sitting. Shifting the gun to one hand, he points it towards the ceiling like he does on missions and looks towards you.
“What, got nothing to say now?”
“I’m just observing…”
“Why don’t you observe a little closer then?”
He pats his thigh, inviting you into his lap with bright eyes and an eager stare, bicep bulging as he holds the gun upright.
An anticipation dripping with need grew under your skin, rounding your eyes and pupils with hunger.
Lifted from the chair before you can even think, your stride brings you to Leon swiftly.
Swinging your legs over his, the scent of his musk surrounds you immediately. His warm thighs are a welcome seat, free hand going to your waist as soon as you’re fully in his lap.
“There. That’s better, isn’t it?”
“Mhm.”
Leon’s features up close have your heart beating faster by the time you realize his eyes are on you, and that they’ve been on you this whole time.
“You wanted to examine my gun, hm?”
When he moves it in front of you, he cups the barrel in his other hand and presents it to you for your observing pleasure.
“This is what you wanted isn’t it?” Leon begins.
“Hm?”
“To observe?”
“Could see just fine before…”
A failed attempt at concealing how flustered you had become from Leon patting his lap a moment ago.
“Are you suggesting you aren’t enjoying my lap?”
“No! N-no, not at all.”
“That’s what I thought.”
“Leon…”
“Shh. You wanted to know how I look with it in the field, Right?”
You nod wordlessly.
“Then be a good girl and observe.”
His words disarm you, and suddenly you’re looking towards him with the willingness to obey his every word. Iced irises study your expression, how yours become rounded and focused on him as he is you.
A smirk pulls at one corner of his mouth again, watching your eyes trail down to the gun in his hands.
“There’s no other gun like this in the world. I’m the only one who’s got such a… beautiful weapon.”
You swallow thickly, back of your throat running dry from the way he speaks.
“Look at her… she’s gorgeous, isn’t she?”
Leon shows off the gun in one of his hands, turning it from side to side as it shines in the light.
“Mhm…”
He chuckles, “Don’t worry, baby. You’d never come in second place.”
His eyes drift between you and the gun, noticing how you’re not staring at him with the gun, you’re staring at the gun in his hand.
Time to test a theory.
“You haven’t spoken more than a single full sentence since you sat down, you sure you’re okay, baby?” he taunts.
“I’m just enjoying the view…”
“You’re brushing the question off, honey. Why don’t you tell me what you’re thinkin’, hm?”
He brings the gun down in front of you, so your eyes focus back on him.
“Told you.”
“No, no… I don’t accept that answer.“
“Leon.” you whine.
“What’s so difficult, huh? You like seeing me with the gun? Maybe I should clean it more often so you can watch.”
One of your hands moves towards the barrel, wrapping your hand around it slowly.”
“‘S cold.” you speak again, barely above a whisper.
“Uh huh.”
“It’s not loaded, is it?”
Leon shakes his head, but you knew that already. He watches as you swallow again, exhaling a breath…and thus his theory confirmed.
Still in his grip, you lift the barrel up to your face for a closer look, then press a kiss to its muzzle.
Fuck, that made his cock throb.
Leon’s never been turned on by guns before, but seeing you like this not only proved him right about you, but it’s doing something disgusting to him that lights him up like a live wire.
Fingertips glide down the length of the gun’s barrel, and he swears he can feel it on his cock. Those teasing touches of yours, feather light that always force him to thrust upward for more friction than you’re giving him.
“‘S pretty… ‘s so pretty…” you mutter.
This is doing him in way more than he’s thought possible.
“Oh yeah?”
His depraved thoughts take over as he moves it closer to your face, your hand still wrapped around it. A small gasp leaves your lips as he presses the cool metal into your skin, dragging it slowly down your neck. There’s no danger of the gun going off, and yet it’s exhilirating with his firm hand under yours.
“That mind of yours is so dirty it couldn’t let you tell you how much you love my gun, huh?”
“Mhmm…”
Trailing down your neck, he runs it along the hem of your shirt, noting how your breath hitches when you inhale.
“How ‘bout you take that shirt off, and we can really see how much you love this gun.”
Leon already knows you do, the way you ogle at it in his hands says enough. It also goes to show with the hardness of your nipples peeking through your shirt. Grazing the muzzle over the hardened peaks of your chest makes you whine, pressing your lips together.
“C’mon gorgeous.”
Leon’s gruff voice makes your lips part when you exhale, hands going to the hem of your shirt to pull it upwards.
Your tits bounce prettily when they fall from your shirt, a sight his eyes focus on immediately upon your movement.
“There they are. Pretty girls.”
Your shirt gets tossed to the side and Leon’s eyes burn hot against your skin. He doesn’t touch you, at least not with his hands. Instead he places his free hand on your waist and moves you to one of his thighs, flexing it as soon as your weight is rested there. Your breath hitches when he does so, having to steady yourself from slipping off.
His next move is sliding the cold metal tip of his gun down your neck and through the valley of your breasts, chuckling when he notes the shiver that leaves your lips.
"You're way too turned on because of this." he taunts, swiping the muzzle under the soft flesh before bringing it up over one of your nipples. He takes great pride in the way you seem to keen even more for his touch, when it isn't even him that's touching you.
"Seriously... are you that needy?"
"C-can't I just like your gun?" you almost whisper from the fact that you're frozen in place by all this.
"Hm, no... not without me doing something about it."
"Fuck..."
Leon trails it over your areola and the rest of your soft skin there, blues of his eyes tentatively watching the unforgiving responses your body gives him. It's such entertainment for him.
A moment later he's dragging the barrel down your stomach, cool titanium causing more goosebumps to arise over the expanses of your skin. Your head falls forward to watch, but he clicks his tongue in disapproval.
"Ah ah," he begins, "Eyes on me."
"Leon... please..." you whine, and his eyebrows raise, chuckling to himself. He says nothing further, lucky you weren't wearing any shorts under that t-shirt of yours just to see your panties.
Just the cold metal of the gun brings you much more pleasure than you thought was possible, and you clench around nothing as you exhale another shaky breath. Your hips rut forward in the slightest, pulling another smirk from the older man underneath you.
"Couldn't just tell me you found my gun hot, baby. I would've understood." Leon's using that taunting teasing voice he always has on when he wants to push your buttons about something.
"Didn't think you'd know... what I meant... but- oh..."
You're cut off in surprise at the press of the muzzle into your lower stomach, right above the hem of your panties. All you're thinking about is the sound of the gun going off, how loud it's got to be and the imminent danger you'd be in if he'd actually loaded the cylinder.
The risk of life and death in that very moment only seems to exhilarate you even more.
Leon teases you once more when he almost slips the tip of the gun under the waistband of your underwear, but lets it go before it even touches that area of your skin.
"Oh, I knew. From the second I saw you eyeing my gun."
The vibration of his voice spins in your mind, making your clit throb. Another rut of your hips upward to meet some sort of satisfying friction he was so thoroughly denying you of without his touch.
"Bet you'd fuck this gun if it would fit inside you, huh?"
"Mhmmmh..."
You're whimpering again, little short breaths leaving you as your hips move again, attempting to pick up the pace.
"Oh, that's a yes. Too bad you can't though..."
You try to speed up, but Leon's got you right where he wants you, and there's no escape now. His hand on your waist steadies you, flexing his thigh again and driving you insane.
"Stop movin' your hips, doll. Gotta- fuck."
Before he knew what was happening, your hand reached down to grip at his crotch, very proud of getting him hard over all this.
"Brat. Don't you listen?"
"Mmm... sometimes."
"Better. Or else."
Leon is quick to pull your hand off his growing bulge and interlink your fingers.
"Hmph..."
His eyes rake down your body, right down to the wet spot making itself very noticeable on your panties.
"You're all worked up..." He says, dragging the tip of the gun down the front of your panties and not stopping until it's placed right over that spot.
Not only is it growing cold, but even colder now with the gun pressing into it.
"Oh-"
"Yeah? Like that?"
"Mhm... yes, daddy."
He was wondering when that name would slip from your lips. You seemed so turned on already the moment he got you in his lap, but hearing it now just made his cock throb again. You hesitate grinding your hips upward again, but knowing Leon, he'd have a firm punishment in his mind just for disobeying him again.
"Bein' such a good girl for me."
"Always a good girl for you, daddy. My handsome daddy... Look so good with your gun."
"You look pretty with it like this, baby."
He swallows thickly, adam's apple bobbing when he does so.
"Wanna feel you, daddy. Inside..."
"Oh yeah?"
"Please..." you whine again.
"Gonna soak my thigh first, huh? Bet a needy girl like you could get off just from rubbing yourself against it."
Your eyebrows furrow, needy indeed when all you want is for him to take his cock out and shove it inside you.
"What's that look for? You were so eager about it before. Do it for me, gorgeous. For daddy?"
You nod, never wanting to disappoint him. Especially when he calls himself that name. Your pussy burns with want at the smug expression that plants itself on his face.
"Say it."
"Yes, daddy."
"Good girl. Now show me."
Your hips start slowly, the friction of his sweatpants enough to get you going as you realize the wet spot that's leaked through the cotton of your panties is making the gun's metal even colder. Leon holds the revolver steady against you, making sure it doesn't go anywhere.
The curved corners do wonders for bringing just the right amount of friction against your clit when it bumps up against it. Eyes fluttering closed, your arms wrap around Leon's shoulders and neck, holding on for dear life while your hips rut against the gun.
His free hand goes up to your boobs that bounce lightly with every time you thrust yourself forward, pinching one of your nipples with his fingers. He leans down to kiss your neck with the other, making his way down to the soft flesh of the other that's not being tweaked with his hand.
Leon's tongue rolls out, flitting against your other hard nipple and biting it lightly. That gains him one of the prettiest moans he's heard from you as your hips pick up the pace steadily.
"That's my girl. Keep going. Tell me when you're close."
His stubble scratches against your soft skin when he leans over to lick the one in his hand, making sure to give both attention so you're overflowing with pleasure all from him.
"Leon..."
Doing all this has only made your pussy wetter, and thus the spot on your panties bigger. It's all his fault, but you've gotten yourself into this mess, so you can't place the blame solely on him.
A jolt of pleasure courses through you when you find the perfect angle and your grinding becomes so messy and depraved within a second because of it. The cold metal, Leon's mouth on you, how his thigh muscles flex every so often just to make you moan... it was all too much and not enough.
"Fuck, daddy..."
Leon's lips are swollen and pink when he pulls off your tits eventually, blue eyes glazed over and filled with pleasure.
"Just like that..."
Leon's gaze falls to your panties, huffing a breath of enjoyment when he spots how messy his girl's made herself.
"So perfect like this... all messy, all mine."
"Sh-shit, I'm gettin' close..." you gasped out.
He presses his lips against your neck, stubble scratching as well but it only amplified everything else happening.
"Gonna cum for daddy?"
"Yes... yes, daddy... gonna cum for you.."
You were practically vibrating above him, and Leon looking up at you with his pupils blown wide and dark only made it worse.
You're completely done for when your eyes glance at him for a moment just to see his lips parted, breathing heavily as if he's the one about to cum.
The orgasm ricochets through your entire body, your hips stuttering against the cold metal of the gun and hitting your throbbing clit in the best way possible. He bounces his leg, drawing your orgasm out for longer if he could help it, and you whine, moaning his name.
"Atta girl... did so good, baby."
Your voice feels weak when you try to speak again, lifting your head with a dazed look in your eye.
"Gonna fuck me now, daddy?"
Leon drinks the sight of you in, placing the gun behind you on the table.
In which Leon has you spread out for him just the way he likes.
tags/warnings: oral (f! receiving), missionary, unprotected sex, creampie, sappy smut that also is erotic, soft dom leon, a little dirty talk
wc: 1.4k
a/n: heyyy i'm on such a leon kick these days and literally wrote this as soon as i finished the fic i just posted yesterday... and yes. i did get inspo from the way leon says beautiful when he finds the motorcycle in rc. enjoy <3
Leon prefers you like this.
When he knows you're at his mercy, he could do anything and yet- he hasn't made a single move.
He's greedy just sitting there, dragging his eyes over every inch of your skin, letting himself throb in his underwear at the sight.
Leon would've thought this was a painting in a museum dedicated to erotica if he wasn't so aware that this was his bedroom, his bed you were draped over, just awaiting his touch.
It would be so easy to drop his boxers, to spit in his hand and wet himself just enough to slide into you, and yet he doesn't.
That mind blowing orgasm he never fails to give you takes time, and by god is he ever so good at it.
He's already hard just looking at you, seeing what a mess your body can make without being touched. The anticipation is killing him.
"Leon…"
Your voice breaks him from his entranced state, catching the way your hips push back into the air as if he were standing right above you.
"I'm here, baby."
"Need you…"
He chuckles in that low vibrato, and hearing you whine only makes him want to give you the world even more.
Leon has his blues trained on your figure, even when he starts walking towards you slowly. It's tantalizing knowing you're just as much on fire as he is.
Your back is starting to prickle with sweat, and the light of his bedroom illuminates how soaked you've been for the past hour, already gripping the duvet of his bed with such desperation.
He can hear your shaky breaths when he starts to lean down over you, one hand near either side of your torso on the mattress.
Leon moves your hair out of your face to press a kiss to your temple, the already flushed look on your face making him smirk just the slightest bit.
"Prettiest in the whole world, my girl…" he praises, pressing another kiss to your shoulder.
His stubble gently scratches your skin as his kisses snake down your back, dragging his fingertips over the backs of your arms and your hands. It's got you shivering for more of his touch, wanting much too badly to see what he's doing.
His thumbs press small circles into your skin as he moves down your back, leaving kisses in their wake. When he gets down to the plush of your ass, he grips it softly in his palms and moves to the backs of your thighs.
Leon's eager fingers travel to your inner thighs, making sure he can see you in all your glory.
You moan again when you feel his breath so close to where you need him, yet he hasn't even touched you.
"Beautiful…" is his reaction when he spreads you open with his thumbs, folds of your pussy just covered in arousal.
All of it was his doing- the praise, and every one of those little compliments he'd whisper in your ear when you got him blushing with just your beauty.
It's enough to make a whine erupt from you, so needy for more of him already.
"You're soaked, aren't you, angel? All cause'a me?"
Leon's pressing more kisses into the backs of your thighs, reeling in the sounds it pulls from you.
"Mhm…" you whimper.
Leon doesn't even need to hear you beg- he knows you want it as he inches closer to press a kiss against your folds.
His surprise contact makes you gasp, pulling another breathy moan from you, and he chuckles.
"So worked up…" he mutters, taking another look before licking his way up right over your entrance.
"Y-your fault— oh, fuck…"
It's the vibration of his sly chuckle that has you pushing back into him, tongue laving its way through your folds. He pulls you a little towards him as he settles on his knees behind you, and licks his way right up to your little bundle of nerves.
That's the button he knows gets you going, turning you into even more of a mess than before.
He prefers you like this.
Especially when his tongue slips inside you for the first time and you sing for him, louder than you usually do.
When you're moaning and cursing under your breath, whimpering his name in the filthiest of ways like he can't hear every word you're saying.
"Leon, Leon, Leon…"
He can't help but praise you.
"My sweet girl looks so pretty like this…"
Two of his fingers start to swirl at your clit while he takes in the taste of you.
Laves of his tongue move through you as he goes, and you know he's soaking in every sound you make.
It's not long before he realizes you're getting close- your voice gets louder and breathier and you start muttering things he can't make out. That, and your thighs shaking with the urge to fall over the edge. His tongue slows on you immediately,
"Baby, please, I'm g-gonna cum…"
How you tremble splayed out for him like this, a work of art at your most vulnerable, letting him show you just how much he does love and care for you. There's no better drug in the world.
"Then cum for me, baby… Just let go for me, you're doin' so good."
"Fuck! I-I'm cumming…"
"Good girl…"
He can feel your clit throbbing as you're pushed into your release, seeing stars while he continues to circle his fingers on your most sensitive parts.
When he slows and removes himself from you is when he can see the mess that's truly been made. You're still making those pretty sounds for him, body covered in a little sheen of sweat.
Turning to look towards him doesn't get you very far before Leon's flipping you onto your back like it's nothing to him. He's always been strong, but to realize just how much muscle he has makes you shiver.
"Not done with you yet, baby."
He smirks at you- a dashing look that turns you on all over again.
Even before he's got himself free, he leans down to kiss you sweetly, once on your lips and twice on the cheek. Your pupils are lust blown and lidded as he catches your gaze.
"Did so good for me before, think you can give me another, gorgeous?"
It's then your eyes drag down his torso, appreciating every little hair on his chest and navel. So beautifully painted and pretty in a way that makes you crazy.
You're agreeing before you even realize he's freed his erection, still riding the high from a few moments ago. Times like this, you forget how much power he has over you.
Leon has ways even you don't understand fully, where he can just throw you a smile or run his eyes down your figure to make your brain turn off completely.
"Want my cock, sweetheart? Know your pussy wants it, she's cryin' for me…"
He can't help but run his tip through your folds, a generous amount of your slick covering his tip.
"Y-Yes… please, baby…"
You didn't have to ask so prettily, but you did.
Leon isn't surprised upon being able to push into you so easily, you're soaked- and it's a sight to see.
When he's fully bottomed out inside, he leans over and shallowly starts thrusting to get you used to his size.
"There we go, baby. Just let it all out. Don't hold back for me, okay?"
"Mhm… so big, Leon…"
"Don't have to flatter me, baby…" he groans when he pushes as far in as he can, hearing you mewl in response.
"Uh huh… love you so much…"
Leon's fingers interlock with one of your hands as he uses the other one around your waist to pull you against him.
"Love you so much, my perfect girl. My only girl…"
He gets a drive of possessiveness when he utters that, his thrusts changing from shallow to deep with every movement.
"How'd I get so lucky, huh?"
"Leon— fuck!"
You're clenching around him when his low voice sounds out, second orgasm not too far behind your first. With the way you sound combined with your warmth around him, Leon's already close too.
"Cum for me again, baby…"
Fluttering walls trigger your release, and you're pulling him close to you while his high chases close behind.
A moment later he's thrown into release, cock twitching as he spills inside you with slowing thrusts.
Leon's kissing your face softly as you both catch your breath, one of your hands reaching up to move his hair out of his face.
a/n: i havent gotten that wolf boy out of my head since the trailer dropped... also if this is ooc by the time he comes out pls dont hate me. anyway here's him being super damn clingy and missing mc <3 AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
there's a... rummaging sound coming from down the hall.
last you remembered you didn't have any plans with the guys until this weekend. you also don't remember giving any of them a key.
so who was in your house right now?
the front door closes softly behind you, dropping your bags and jacket on the ground, gun still holstered at your hip. your hand hovers over it as you toe down the hall, bedroom door slightly ajar while the sound gets louder.
most of the lights are off since you'd been out, moonlight shining from the crack in the doorway and spilling into the hall. heart pounding in your chest when you step up to it, you hope for your sake it's not someone trying to burglarize the place.
the sound is coming from inside, definitely.
when the door falls open, the sight of where said sound was coming from relieves you of all anxieties. a maroon head of hair and big broad shoulders greets you from the hallway of your dark bedroom.
it smells like dog in here.
"valko?"
his head whips towards you with a slight puppy-like whine, golden eyes glowing vibrantly.
"what... are you doing here?" you asked, flipping the light on.
he's holding one of your shirts in his hands close to his face. he inhales deeply, eyes glowing a bit.
"needed something that smelled like you."
"because?"
"cause i missed you... isn't that obvious?"
the words in his low voice should be intimidating, that playful boyish way he speaks makes it hard when he's just so... clingy.
"we were supposed to talk on the phone after you got off work, remember?"
a sigh falls from your chest. he's not wrong, you were.
...and then simone convinced you to stay after hours so there wasn't extra work tomorrow. but that girl loved to chat, so when you were finished with it all under an hour, she ended up talking your ear off for another thirty minutes.
you hadn't even notice your phone buzzing in your bag on the way home because your brain was so tired.
"...you're right. i'm sorry."
you start walking towards him, pulling him in for a hug, your shirt still in his grip.
"well you're here now, so it's okay. by the way, you left your window unlocked."
he takes a long inhale as your hands are around the nape of his neck, closing his eyes to commit what you smell like to memory.
when you pull back, you notice the open window which seems to be the way he got in, eyebrows raising in surprise.
"and you know that how?"
he tilts his head, "oh, i came in that way."
"so your first reaction when i don't answer the phone is to scale the side of my house and come in through my bedroom window to steal a shirt?"
"yeah? what else was i supposed to do?" he furrows his eyebrows.
you chuckle, entertained by his canine habits. they sometimes get the better of him, and this is clearly one of those moments. you run a hand through his hair, hearing him grumble low in his chest. his eyes close for a moment at the feeling of your nails on his scalp, truly in heaven for a split second.
"sometimes you're such a dog. do i need to get you a tracking chip?"
"mmh, no. just tell me next time you're gonna be home late, okay?"
"as long as you tell me if you're gonna be stopping by."
sum: You'll never get used to when Leon has to leave suddenly for a mission. It turns into just a matter of waiting for him to come home safely, which hurts more than anything.
tags/warnings: pining, angst, smut (kind of in that order), mutual masturbation, voyeurism, leon has secret cameras for security, mentions of alcohol and wine drinking, lots and lots of pining, reader wears leon's clothes, mentions of food
wc: 7.1k
I’m looking for you in the stars of the night sky
Now please come to me
Wake up, eat, work, shower, sleep, repeat.
An easy routine to live by, no?
Much easier if he was here. If he wasn't away on another mission.
Leon had found someone to come home to- someone to call home. He was the most deeply devoted man you'd ever met, wanting to give you the world if he could.
So many things about Leon had changed and shifted over the years, but he still stayed the same blue eyed pretty boy with perfect hair you'd come to know and love. He'd been in your life so long by now that you didn't recognize a time without him.
Years blew by with him at your side, even if his occupation desired him on a job more than with you at home. Upon every new one he was assigned, the ache in your chest would return ten times worse than last it showed its face.
DSO was hogging him. Didn't they know you couldn't handle this much time apart?
It had almost been two weeks.
His vacation time had just gotten approved only to be ripped away mere days later because as his supervisor had put it: Kennedy's skills were too valuable to keep him benched for this.
Whatever they had to tell themselves to feel better about ripping him out of your arms, you guessed. For the greater good of humanity he served, fighting bio-terrorism and those who dared to bring the world to its knees with all the monstrosities they'd cooked up.
But what time would be the last time?
When would it cease?
Would it ever?
You dreaded it more each time, though it always came with the promise of his return. But the field was unpredictable, as he'd told you. The possibility that one of those missions would happen to be his last- no, no it would never happen.
Not to your Leon.
He was too resilient to give up, even when pushed to the brink of death. His tolerance for pain took him further than many would have imagined to go.
It all made him who he was: strong, with a sense and drive for justice you'd never seen before.
Oh, how he remained gentle through it all. As if he'd never wielded a knife or been on the receiving end of a gun's barrel. Never been covered in so much blood he didn't know if it was his viscera or not. Risked his life for countless individuals only to be thrust back into the horrors without a long enough break. Faced those who'd dedicated their life to the research of "human evolution" as another obstacle in his way.
He always returned home to you, no matter the state he was in.
You saw it, how drained he was when Leon returned so late that the sky was pitch black; the toll it took on him inch by inch and his heavy shoulders were from the burden of keeping it all in for years.
What the fuck were the DSO good for if it didn't even offer psychiatric services to its best agents?
Leon had soaked your shoulder with silent tears too many times to count.
Even so, you massaged his tightened muscles, kissed his tired face and patched up all the injuries of his that you could. Leon insisted without fail every time that you didn't need to do any of it. He could do it himself, but wasn't that the point? That he didn't have to? You loved him, and sometimes love meant pushing through his stubbornness and down on a gauze pad to get him to shut up about it.
You'd rather him groan in pain for a little than never hear his voice again.
Countless instances telling him you'd do everything in your power to make sure he was alright. If he returned at least in one piece, you could deal with the bumps and bruises. As long as he returned.
For as hard as it was for you, Leon attempted so many times to get you out of his head when he was away. Missions were easy when he compartmentalized everything and put you in a box for safekeeping. It's a bittersweet and temporary goodbye, but when his head was in the game, he's damn near unstoppable.
No one stood a chance if DSO agent Leon S. Kennedy was the one they chose to go up against.
Yet still, he has kindness in his heart and never once turned cold in light of so many horrible things he's seen. Even if the version of him you know so well takes a while to come back out after it all. When he sits in his car before driving home, breathing slowly with his eyes closed to put it out of his head. How he hesitates most times after parking his car in the driveway, wondering how he can make the time with you last longer before he's sent away again.
It's easy for him to hide, most days. Others, when the things he's seen have made him wonder if he'd ever sleep again have him dropping his bags at the door and discarding his clothes just to slide himself into bed with you. When you know the much too familiar signs a mission didn't go so well, you're pulling him against you and hoping he can find peace in your arms until morning comes. Those are the nights you wish one hug would make him forget it all. But that's not how Leon worked.
Because even though he'd insist on not telling you for his own reasons, and that government mandated confidentiality, he truly wished you never experienced anything like what he's had to. Keeping it from you only made sure you're safe from the nightmares and triggers he deals with afterwards.
Oh, Leon. How he stays standing after traversing hell and back. Determined to reach the end of his mission no matter how long it took.
Explosions that threw him far distances against heavy objects and onto the ground more than he could count has fucked up his back and posture like nothing else. But there was no one better than him to get the desired outcome at the end of it all, was there?
Leon guessed his paycheck was worth all the trouble if he could afford to put food on the table and keep up with bills and make sure there was the highest quality security system to keep you safe.
Despite such things, there were still times he wished he'd just gotten a job anywhere else other than the Raccoon City Police Department.
Too many what ifs to even unpack. Never the right time to do so.
He wouldn't leave you helpless if he could prevent it though, training you on how to use a pistol and a regular habit of working out together, making sure you knew how to throw a punch and run for your life if, god forbid, you ever needed to.
There were way too many hidden compartments in the place that Leon's installed just in case, and though you thought it tedious at first, you knew his careful measures could potentially save your life one day. To teach you how to improvise on the spot if you happen to be short a weapon or unable to get to it in time meant he wanted you to always have an opportunity. Especially if it was unplanned.
All of this to ensure your safety and reassure him to feel the slightest bit better about leaving you alone for long periods of time. It was worse when he wasn't able to have contact with you.
Though you left texts and messages on his phone anyways to tell him about your day and the things you'd done. Whether it was pictures of a meal you'd made or an outfit you wore one day and the things you were dealing with at work.
Your voicemails all contained the same strong of lines… "I miss you, hope you come home safe soon… here's what I did and ate today… I tried a new coffee flavor this morning… I love you…"
Simple aspects of life you didn't want him to miss just because he was on a job.
You never expect him to reply when you know his main priority isn't checking his phone, and nine times out of ten he doesn't. Not until he's finally back at his car and turns it on and be met with all of your messages.
Then he sits, playing through every voicemail and reading over your numerous texts, heart warmed by every word you've typed and every picture sent.
He even feels so lucky to know you're there. Missing him and thinking of him and caring so hard with your big heart to inform him of these things when he's not around. You could've chosen a normal life. One where you and your partner both work 9 to 5s and spend more than enough time together to create a life for yourselves. But you didn't. Instead your heart fell in with Leon S. Kennedy, a man who met more than enough of your qualifications for the perfect boyfriend. His schedule for work was only an obstacle the two of you would eventually move past together.
He didn't have much of a social life, or friends for that matter. Only the individuals he'd met because of work that he'd saved and considered the closest people to him. Even then, he didn't mention them much. More professional relationships than those he shared his personal life with. But anyone was better than no one, you had said.
There were more than enough conversations about how your relationship would work, especially when you felt as if he didn't want you as much as you wanted him.
Boy, were you dead wrong.
Leon's heart grew for you the minute you showed patience and understanding towards him, that and a heart of gold with the knowledge of always having you eager for his return. He never wanted to offer you less than you deserved, never failing you in that regard.
He was the best listener and an amazing gift giver because of it; learning and remembering your favorite things came as easy as breathing to him, and that's how it felt to love you. Improving his handwriting to give you cards and love notes, printing out pictures to put in photo albums of the rare times you went somewhere together. Anniversaries where you were overwhelmed and teary-eyed with how seen you felt not just as his romantic partner but as another human being deserving of love.
To be cherished like that has altered your outlook on life more than anything else.
Working for the government was no easy task to take let alone keep, and adding another person into his life besides himself was difficult to navigate. He'd been alone for so long, when out of the blue here you were promising to leave the light on for him. Leon couldn't remember ever knowing an individual like that before.
Communication was hard when being away from you with no contact at all was much harder. But the night you two conversed about how to work it all out finally put you on the right track to becoming the best versions of yourselves.
He fought to have off time on holidays and both your birthdays, which you'd insisted upon, despite his stubbornness. He at least deserved to have that special time together as you grew older. It made being away on long excursions a bit easier to manage.
Moving in together solidified this a touch more, the next step in your relationship that drew the stitch tighter. Perfectly carving out a space for two took some time and multiple trips to the furniture store to find all the different things you both liked. Leon had let you decorate to your heart's content and in turn he'd do the painting, building and moving of said furniture wherever you had desired.
It was when coming home to the sight of everything you called ours became a regular thing that you knew the only thing missing was him. The place echoed with his absence on your worst of days, ones where you wished you'd walk in and see him there, announcing his retirement with a bottle of champagne and the most emotional of embraces. Where you'd claim pride that he finally knew it was time to slow down and live out the rest of your lives together in peace.
But that day didn't feel like it was coming anytime soon.
Not when you had to keep the television on just so you didn't feel so damn alone in the place you called home, wearing nothing but Leon's clothes after work. Sometimes you wished you were burnt out enough to pass out from exhaustion when you arrived back at an empty house.
Though you guessed it didn't feel so empty when Leon lingered all around the place. His face in picture frames, the spare set of keys hanging by the door, his leather jacket in the hall closet, the library card shoved in a junk drawer, and the smell of his pine soap in the bathroom.
For all of the intensities Leon brought, his smell was the one thing you couldn't rid yourself of. Not that you'd wanted anything other than to breathe him in for the rest of your life. It just… didn't help when you were missing him constantly like you had been for the past few days.
You knew it would be stupid to leave him another voicemail that he wouldn't glisten to until he was on his way home. The two you sent in the past six hours were enough, right?
God, when would this end?
Before long, you found yourself shuffling through his clothes in the drawer looking for a shirt to cling onto even though you were already wearing one and over it a sweatshirt of his. Self soothing came in all different forms, and maybe just having something to hold would make you feel better.
Twenty minutes later you'd tossed it aside when the smell of his deodorant had faded away and you were left yearning once more. Turning on a movie distracted you for a little while, and another and then another, and it was only until your stomach grumbled much too loudly that you realized you hadn't eaten anything for dinner.
Just the thought of putting in effort to cook and then cleaning up after yourself was too much of a hassle. Not with the splitting headache that made your temples throb. Comfort food only came in the form of Chinese takeout that had way too much sodium. But it would suffice for tonight.
So you ordered all the fixings you always chose and waited another 30 minutes before its arrival. Upon the doorbell ringing, you rushed to open it and tipped the driver extra before he left. The paper bag crinkled and was warm in your hands as you resumed the last movie you'd been watching and ate till your stomach was full.
By the time it had ended, evening was upon you and that meant settling in with a shower and fresh pair of clothes to sleep in. You'd been slacking on laundry, so a pair of Leon's boxers would do with a bigger one of his shirts and sweatpants to throw over. A nice clean set of clothes to settle into bed and fresh clean hair that would leave you set for a few days before needing another wash.
With everything being done for the day, you were able to settle into bed with a book and just turn your brain off to everything else. But of course, your book was a romance novel. So the next thing you knew you were imagining Leon as the love interest and you as the main character, and the pain in your chest returned.
Especially when you ended up falling asleep with the book in your hand about six pages later… and you couldn't escape missing Leon when he was inhabiting your dreams as well. Sitting by the fireplace in his favorite chair with a mug of cocoa in his hand… it wasn't winter but something about the domesticity of the image gave you butterflies even if you were dreaming.
Leon… I missed you.
I missed you too, gorgeous. Come sit. He'd handed you your own mug and invited you into his lap to keep warm.
The cracking and popping of burning wood created an aroma that made it certain home was in his arms. Flames flickered from orange to yellow and purple and blue, before you realize he's fallen asleep, leaning over to press a kiss to his stubbled cheek. You comb through that perfect hair of his, cheeks turning rosy.
Was it because of the cocoa? Or the warmth of your body? Either way he looked so peaceful, snuggling up to his warm chest and watching as the flames turned to embers.
You just wished your morning alarm didn't go off and rip you from that image.
Another day rolling over to Leon's cold side of the bed.
When would this week end. When would you have a glance at your phone to see Leon's name in your notifications again.
To read [Home in a day. See you then, baby.] and know he was finally coming back to you.
Just once, couldn't the universe be on your side? Do you a damn favor for once and bring Leon home earlier than usual?
No matter how many times you stared at the sky and wished for it to come true, that was never the case. You'd just have to throw yourself into your work for the next few and survive the latter half of the week.
It was two more days, you could survive. Couldn't you?
Two more days without him. Just 48 hours and you could rot in bed for another 48 until you had the distraction of work to help you out again.
Your night passed slowly; it was one of those that had your brain so awake it took forever to fall asleep, and even then it didn't feel like you had rested at all before that 6:40 alarm went off. The morning started slow as ever, but by the time you were at your lunch break, it was evident you needed a refresher.
So you picked up a sandwich from a local place and paired it with a healthy enough drink that would push you through to the end of your shift. Leaving the office also helped you energize, the sunlight and warm air and space to yourself did more than you anticipated.
Though the last fifteen minutes of your break were spent scrolling on your phone aimlessly, you had settled on shuffling through your photos- specifically pictures of you and Leon.
One mirror picture of you both dressed up nicely for a friend's wedding, his large frame taking up most of the photo. Another you sneaked of him cooking in the kitchen, he was so damn cute when he wore his apron. The third photo had you freeze in place; it was Leon in the gym. Specifically him in a black tank top triggered such an overwhelming response from you, heat gushing between your thighs.
His muscles were bulging- especially the veins on his arms, and it could only take you back to watching them bulge when he had his hand between your legs.
Fuck.
Now not only were you missing Leon, but you'd been so emotionally distraught about missing him again that you never realized how pent up you'd been, and how infrequent letting yourself relax had become. When he was around, it was much easier to have your needs met consistently, mostly because he'd drop to his knees and please you however you wanted at the blink of an eye.
He always found ways to get creative after mapping your body into his mind; every type of touch you enjoyed, what you didn't enjoy, what got you turned on (most of the time it was when he was doing something mundane), praises and pet names that made you blush. All of this made Leon's brain turn with the desire to please.
He was too damn good at getting you all worked up, and it never took much- just a few soft kisses in the right spots combined with some small licks of his tongue had your cheeks hot effortlessly. It wasn't fair, he was too handsome for his own good and that fact only made it harder to look him in the face when he was doing such soft things to you.
Before long your five minute alarm was going off and you rushed back into the building to finish off your day. If you weren't careful, you would've gotten carried away and been blindsided by those not so innocent little thoughts of your boyfriend kissing you.
Leon never left your mind at that point… and he didn't seem to be going away any time soon.
You only had one more meeting and paperwork to file until 5PM hit, playing with the charms on your necklace to pass the time. Another gift Leon had given you, telling you in tedious detail how he came to choose each one. They were dainty little things, but just the thought he'd put into it had you smiling to yourself all over again.
Sooner rather than later you were out of there and on your way home, determined to have a nice night and relax. Your leftover takeout and the bottle of wine in the fridge was calling your name.
Though the house was still lifeless when you arrived back, the peace and quiet made a difference when you'd been stuck in professional conversation with co-workers. The only person you did want to have a conversation with couldn't be found within these walls and though your stomach flipped at the thought, you pushed it out of your mind and tried to decompress in its spite.
Once you'd changed into comfortable clothes (again, all Leon's besides your sweatpants), you'd washed the remaining dishes in the sink and started a new load of laundry. Household chores kept you busy for an hour until your stomach groaned much too loudly for your liking.
When you finally put a pause on said activities, you thought to send Leon another voice message about your day. Before you even heated up the leftovers from last night, you filled a wine glass and took your phone out.
"Hey babe," you started, "so another day's come and gone and I'm still missing you. God, I don't think I'll ever get used to this. But it's alright, I'm managing enough. I hope you're doing well wherever you are, and that you're missing me as much as I miss you. But I always miss you more."
You're able to hold the phone as you move about the kitchen, finally taking out the rest of your Chinese food to plate up and warm to your appetite's content.
"I'm about to eat something, I got Chinese last night cause I couldn't be bothered to cook, and I'm only telling you this because I got your- well our favorite, and I wish I could've shared it with you over the movies I was watching. I also just poured a glass of wine cause I've had… a day," you sigh, "but again, nothing I couldn't handle. I guess the only thing I can't is thinking about you too much."
You lift the glass to your lips and take a sip, its bitter taste not the worst thing you could be dealing with right now. Continuing on, you tell him about your work day and the annoyances you had to deal with in the corporate world. It wasn't as riveting as the things Leon's told you about his job, but you know he'd listen to you talk until he couldn't keep his eyes open anymore.
"I promise I won't have too many glasses of wine, Leon. I can already hear you scolding me for drinking on a work night," you chuckle, looking out the window to notice the sun going down, its last rays painting the clouds bright hues of orange and pink.
"Oh wow, look at that sky… hold on I'll take a picture so you can see it too. It's so beautiful."
If Leon was here, he'd say "Beautiful like you."
You paused your message, sending it so you could take pictures on the deck.
Just for good measure, you took one of yourself basked in the sunset's melancholic lighting with a soft smile on your face.
"I wish you could see this right now, Leon. I wish you were here. I've probably talked your ear off way too long, so I'll wrap this up now. I love you, I'm gonna settle in for the night and I'll see you soon. Bye."
Sending the second one, you headed back inside and grabbed your food from the microwave along with your glass of wine. Your feet never felt better being off them when you finally settled on the couch and put your phone somewhere you couldn't see it.
Taking a couple more sips of gave you a slight buzz before you started eating, enjoying yourself enough to get another after you finished with your meal. Two episodes of the show you were watching had passed, and you were growing bored with it.
One more glass wouldn't hurt, right?
Certainly not when it had been the last of what was in the bottle- a slightly heavy pour for the last glass, but just enough to make you giggly and warm. The sweatshirt you were wearing made you even warmer. It got tossed on the couch while nursing what was left in your glass, connecting your phone to your speaker and putting a playlist of music on shuffle.
Most of the songs were r&b, reminding you of the times you'd left the music playing in Leon's car while you two made out in the backseat. His hand on your thigh, strong grip reeling you in for more as if you weren't already offered all you could ever want. When he'd move his thigh right between your legs to press his knee at your apex and watch how your lips fell open with the prettiest sounds to follow.
Or when you'd push his shirt up to feel his toned stomach that was still soft with hair before palming at his crotch to get him to kiss you harder, needier, to shove his tongue into your mouth and pull the tension tighter between you two. Leon didn't care if the seats got messy, he had enough money to get them cleaned if needed.
What was another sum of money to him for another detailing when he cared more about bringing you a life changing orgasm in the back of his car?
Priorities, clearly.
Dancing around the place made your mind go back to missing Leon, only distracted to an extent before you threw yourself back onto the couch. You'd gotten a bit sweaty and out of breath from the physical activity, lying there for a few minutes before your heart rate settled back down.
There's still adrenaline running through your veins but you don't know what to do with it. It's making your head spin and maybe you shouldn't have drank the rest of that wine; you're buzzing for absolutely no reason at all.
When you grab for your phone and turn it on, you're navigating right to your photos to ogle at your gorgeously sculpted boyfriend whom you miss so dearly. Although you pine to think of him in such a fond way, other thoughts come to your mind instead.
What's the harm in looking through the hidden folder? Surely nothing will happen, right?
Nothing will come over you as you find all of the pictures you'd snapped of your boyfriend on his knees, kissing your thighs and running a hand up under your dress. Surely no feelings of pure yearning to be touched and hugged, kissed and fucked by the man you love will come from this.
A recording he'd taken with your phone of the pretty noises you were making when he had his his head between your thighs…
A photo of his back scratched up… another of you both kissing while naked in bed…
Fuck, the heat pooling between your legs was something else. A burning heat that started as a rumble, and collected more of those filthy thoughts as you swiped between every picture. It was a bonfire by the time you stopped to look at one of the others.
Leon's fingers covered in your slick made you gasp, not having remembered when it was taken. But by the looks of the background, your eyes were closed post-orgasm and your naked body on display for him. It was taken with the flash, which meant he wanted to be able to see just how much arousal he'd gotten from you.
No doubt you were a fucked out mess, because when Leon got his hands on you it always ended the same way.
Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip. What was a few more scrolls through these photos?
Sheer desperation dripped from every pore. It's going to be a very long night.
—
Somewhere far away, Leon's phone vibrated.
Usually he didn't bring any of his personal belongings other than the weapons DSO issued him, but this time he'd brought his phone along. There was a part of him that always wanted to check up on you, and even though he couldn't, he kept it on him anyways. Just in case.
It remained off like always, but this time he'd felt guilty about having to leave so soon- especially when his vacation had gotten approved. Calling to cancel the flights and hotel room he'd already paid in full for the both of you to share put such a damper on everything.
"I will make this up to you, baby. Just gotta deal with this first."
So he'd kissed you goodbye and promised to text or call the first chance he got.
Of course, that didn't stop him from checking in on you from time to time… whether you'd known about it or not. As a precaution, Leon had cameras installed in hidden spots; he was always paranoid that somehow someone would find out where he lived and thus kidnap or hurt you in the process of getting something out of him.
After years of living in the shadows and looking over his shoulder in public, he felt it was warranted.
He knew how these government agencies worked; they kept track of everything and everyone in their precious agent's lives and had no shame in doing so. But if he could prevent anything from happening to you, he would without thinking twice.
It's why he made sure you knew how to defend yourself physically in a fight, either with or without a weapon, and most importantly how to run for your life.
Thankfully it wasn't something Leon had to worry about as of now, for when he'd gotten the chance, he checked in on you during the hours he knew you were home, and even when you weren't. Just in case.
He'd only caught small bits of you being at home, living your life normally as you did without him there. God, he wished he could reach out to you, to make sure you knew he was still alive out there. But then that wouldn't be a good idea at all, because if you knew about the cameras then he'd have to tell you about them and… can't a man have a little tiny secret to himself? DSO had taken everything else, and even some things need to remain in the walls of his head.
But he wouldn't write it off forever. After all, what's the harm if he's the only one watching you?
He sees the security notification: Movement detected inside home.
Leon knows you're probably doing chores, but he can't help feel as though he should check.
Just this once?
Once couldn't hurt.
He had the downtime for a little while before the other team members radioed back with more information, so why not indulge himself in a little you time?
Leon's sea foam irises reluctantly dragged over to the phone and huffed a breath as he unlocked it and logged into the system.
He wished the damn thing would just load his view in to whatever room said movement was in, though he doesn't care enough. Pressing the arrow tediously to cycle through the different cameras in the house made him impatient; basement, garage, outside in the front and back, front door, the bedroom, upstairs hallway, laundry room, kitchen, before he finally landed on the living room.
Oh shit.
There you are, lying on the living room couch… with your hand down your shorts.
Leon's lips part in surprise because he can't believe what he's seeing, a shallow breath exhaling from his lungs.
You were… a sight.
Even just watching silently had had his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. Were you moaning loud with his name on your tongue, or trying to keep yourself quiet because the air without him didn't deserve to hear your pleas? The unmute button never looked so enticing.
Leon tongued his cheek when he saw your hips buck. Fuck, it should be him doing that to you. Were you close already? How were you imagining him?
He watches you as if the world around him has stopped, as if he wasn't on a time-sensitive mission that he was needed for imminently. If he wasn't your longtime partner that you'd trusted with your entire being, he might have felt like he shouldn't be watching you.
Part of him feels like he should reach out, though the other part knows it's a bad idea. Not because it would distract him from the task at hand on his mission, no. But because you'd stop touching yourself and giving him the show he so very badly wanted to watch to its end at the moment.
Besides, Leon never reaches out to you until the job is done and he doesn't want to give you false hope that he might coming home early. He loves you too much to disappoint you like that.
God, he didn't even open the ten plus voice memos he'd gotten from you in fear that he'd fold immediately upon playing one and break the strength he had to save them for his drive home.
He's staring at the screen like a drooling dog wanting more, fixated on how you move and fighting the urge to turn the volume up on his phone. To give himself another inch of you would be too self indulgent.
Especially on an assignment like this one? Naughty boy, Leon.
Had he stepped out of line watching you like this? What would you do if you knew?
His eyes fluttered shut for a minute, settling for the ache in his chest that came with clicking the volume button on the side of his device. Though for a moment he thought it was actually silent, until those moans and whimpers came through on the screen. Leon's blues widened, a deep expansion of his pupils coming with the way his chest rose on his next inhale.
"Oh fuck… Leon…"
A corner of his mouth tweaked upwards, the ego boost of privilege he held right now- watching you like this without your knowledge. Another dirty secret he'd have to keep.
His gloved hand balls into a fist, pushing back against what primal need was growing in his chest. It ravaged his mind, wishing he could unzip himself from the confines of his pants and stroke himself as if he were getting ready to push inside you.
That dreamy call of his name… It had gotten him worked up all too fast for his liking. Suddenly his clothes were too tight and confining, he was wearing too much gear that he couldn't take off in a hurry and his palms were sweating. Within seconds he's tossing his gloves to the side with a shaky hand.
"God… you drive me insane…" Leon mutters under his breath. There's not a single soul in the room with him, and yet he's on edge. A split second later, he realizes what other controls the system has.
A zoom bar.
His throat goes dry.
"Leon.." you call again.
Not only does the camera have exceptional quality, but there's a zoom button on the bottom of the screen.
Did the universe really want to ruin him this badly?
"Oh, god, yes…"
And he had his answer.
Sinking his teeth into his bottom lip, he couldn't help but push that button a couple times, enough to have your entire body filling the frame like he'd recorded this himself. You've spread yourself open, playing with your soaked cunt like no one's watching.
But guess who is?
"Oh… you are so gorgeous, baby."
Leon speaks like you can hear him, egging you on to touch yourself further with his gruff voice. He sucks in a sharp breath while following your fingers that travel downwards to your dripping entrance and drag over it. You're still wearing way too many clothes for his liking… even if you're sans panties and your shirt is pushed up. It takes him a minute to realize it's his shirt you're wearing, which shouldn't surprise him at all.
"Ohmygod..." Leon whispers upon the realization, since your comfort never existed without some form of his touch. As if you don't raid his closet for all manner of his clothing when he's home. Whether you were wearing his sweatshirt or a fancy dress, he thought you looked beautiful either way.
"Leon, baby… so hard for me, yeah?"
He swallows thickly, because yeah, he was.
"Stroke your cock for me… I wanna see you…"
Oh you were deep in a fantasy right now, weren't you?
Without any second thought, he's unbuttoning his belt and letting it fall limp while he was anything but. His one hand unfastens his belt like he'd been skillfully trained to do so. His body was ridden with lust and a burning heat and your words only made it worse. That boyish eagerness possessed his mind as he pulled his pants and boxers down just enough to free his hardened length.
"Oh god, baby…"
His cock was rock hard, hitting his navel the second after he'd pulled his boxers down enough. Leon's tip was leaking with precum as his one hand smeared it down the length, breath hitching upon first contact. When the arousal he'd omitted wasn't enough lubrication, he spit in his hand and ran down his cock again. The slick noises surrounded his head, making it spin while he tuned back into your moans.
He closed his eyes now, groaning low in his chest as he thought of you. As if the sounds coming from his phone were enough to imagine you being in the same room, just a few feet away as you watched him jerk off.
"Keep going, oh my god keep going…" Leon muttered, the vulgar sounds of your fingers thrusting inside you otherworldly as he pumped himself.
"Please, please… need it so bad, Leon, baby… ohh my god fuck.." You panted through the pleasure, moaning so shamelessly just like he'd taught you to do.
"Sound so p-pretty when you moan my name, always sound so pretty for me, gorgeous…"
He fisted his mushroom tip with his palm, putting the image of you on your knees in his head and when you whimpered through the screen it was as if you were in the room. It was a poor substitute for your perfect tongue and yet he did his best to picture you there instead.
His hand moved faster among the painful throb of his cock, desperately, no, pathetically chasing his high when he ripped open the wound of missing you so obsessively. When he'd return home, oh he'd give it to you then. He'd kiss you so passionately all over the place until no inch of your skin was left untraveled, when he was bursting at the seams and staining his pants with how leaky his cock was in his pants.
How he'd rut against the bed as his tongue laved through your wet pussy, all messy while you sang for him, ran your hand through his hair and gripped just like you knew he liked. There was no other man for you than Leon, the one who knew your body, your needs, inside and out. How well your walls molded to fit his cock when he slid all the way inside, pressing against that perfect spot inside you.
"Oh, Leon, Gonna cum for you… please lemme cum for you…"
At that point he was teetering on the edge, having slowed his hand until you spoke, and then it was much too hard to stop when your voice was dripping with hunger, the same hunger that lived inside him.
"Uh huh, baby… gonna cum with you. God, you feel so good… you're everything…"
"Yes, yes, oh god, Leon!"
"Yeah… yeah, oh god yeah…"
White strings of his spend covered his fist as he worked himself through his orgasm, eyes shooting open to watch your hips rut upward as you panted his name.
"Fuck, baby…" he chuckled, panting while watching your expression turn to a fucked out smile with your legs still spread. It takes him a minute to actually clean himself up when his heart rate finally settles. You've since gotten off the couch to clean yourself up and get ready for bed. If he doesn't turn his phone off now, he'll be watching you the rest of the night, and even though a part of him wants to check in, what he's just done was a step over the line.
He takes a scroll through some of your messages before putting it back in the bag and powering it off.
God, he's made such a mess of his boxers. Though no one would care or notice, especially not when Leon cleans himself up and puts his mind back on the task at hand.
He's been so pent up on mission so far, and yet after that he's a bit more relaxed. Or, as much as he can be without getting off track or distracted.
He immediately reverts back into his agent brain when his teammates radio in with the next targeted location for him to check.
It's not much longer now, he hopes, until he's finally back to you.
Sum: Sleep is the last thing on your mind when you wake to see your best friend's father gazing over at you, and you can’t resist him anymore.
tags/warnings: re9 leon, daddy kink, praise, creampie, raw sex, brat taming, oral sex (bj), couch sex, porn w a bit of plot but not that much, leon is morally conflicted, age gap
wc: 5.8k
a/n: heyyyy friends! so this was basically inspired by one of *those* audios… which: credit to that guy for basically wrecking my life /pos (and for the parts of his script & concept that i used) !! daddy leon enjoyers have this meal & enjoy ittt mwah
About one and a half hours ago, Leon's phone buzzed.
It was his daughter, calling to be picked up from the party she'd headed out to with a friend some hours prior. He knew they'd be drinking, but never expected to be the one driving their giggling selves home at almost midnight.
You, her best friend, had come over to the house prior to hang out and get ready beforehand. Making sure you both looked your best to have some fun later on that night.
Leon had been trying to mind his business and finish up some of his work that had been biting at his heels ever since he took the weekend to work at home. Though it was very distracting when he could hear you girls laughing your asses off upstairs, and when he'd caught a glimpse of you downstairs in the kitchen already dressed up in your outfit for the party…
Not only did you have such style with dressing yourself, but it was such a pretty skirt that Leon knew if he kept looking at how it complimented your hips he'd have a bigger problem on his hands.
His guilt-ridden conscience after dragging his eyes up the backs of your thighs right to where your skirt ended was enough of a sign he needed to stick his nose back in his work.
It was dark when you both headed out the door, waving goodbye to him before heading out.
God, you looked so pretty. Even just another flash of your figure all dressed up for the party had his brain going places it shouldn't.
Leon tries his best to be a good man, to look the other way when you happen to bend forward enough for him to see your cleavage or over to put your shoes on when the curve of your ass was in his eye line.
His evening passed slowly, watching shitty tv paired with snacks he definitely shouldn't be having at his age, just to get that call from his daughter the minute he'd retired to bed.
Ten minutes later he'd arrived, spotting the pair of you on your way down the driveway, arms interlinked so you wouldn't stumble to the ground.
"Thanks for pickin' us up, dad," his daughter slurred, reaching over the console to give him a kiss on the cheek.
"Yeah, thanks Mr. Kennedy," you chimed in, doing the same from the backseat.
Leon just hopes you're drunk enough to forget this in the morning.
A short car ride later, he's following you two inside and locking the door behind him. He knows you'll both probably be up laughing yourselves silly.
Another hour passes before he comes back into the living room to find the both of you asleep, still in your outfits from the party.
"Thank you, dadddd," she muttered drunkenly, shaking his head with a smile.
The alcohol you'd drank hadn't been as large an amount as her, but you were aware of your actions enough. So much so that you'd let something slip when he'd come back to pick you up.
"Thank you, daddy…"
Leon froze for a split second before letting out a breath, thinking it best to just lay you on the couch for your own place to rest. His daughter's bed was much too small for the two of you anyways.
He ran down the hall to grab a blanket from the closet, and when he returned to your sleeping form, the image of your skirt flipped up smacked him in the face. Without further thinking, he dropped the blanket on the side chair and pulled your skirt back down over your thighs. Attempting to scratch that split second image from his brain would take more effort than he thought. His hands balled into a fist and then released, a shoddy attempt at grounding himself back from that sight.
He could not think about his daughter's best friend like this. Even if you were a grown woman.
But still… he couldn't pull himself from the living room. Leon should have dropped the blanket over your legs and left you to sleep. You were probably tired and the last thing he wanted when you eventually woke was to see him lingering, watching. He wasn't some kind of creep, so why did he feel like one right now?
Leon watched the clock go from 12am to 1 like nothing. Pacing the kitchen back and forth in his socks, his mind ever so awake. Another ten minutes went by before he just figured he'd go back to his room and fall asleep.
He started to walk away, finally, but then heard the slightest of sounds come from you. Had he woken you up? No, you were clearly caught in a dream with the hums of enjoyment you omitted.
But then you stirred, and he froze in place.
"Mr. Kennedy?"
You were always so formal.
He turned to you, watching you rub your eyes, "Just Leon, please."
"Leon…"
"You looked like you were having a good dream."
"I was? When did we get back from the party?"
Even still in your pretty outfit, your hair mussed up some from your sleep, you looked gorgeous as ever.
"Yeah, I think Kelly passed out as soon as we got home. I already carried her up to bed. I was thinking about doing the same to you, but I thought you could use some space to yourself."
Leon's so fucking selfish when he lets his eyes travel down your body again, to those thighs barely covered by your skirt. Before he knows what he's doing, he's taken a seat on the other end of the couch near you.
"Oh, well, thank you."
You send him a soft smile, sleep washing itself from your face.
"Did you girls have a good night? Meet any cute boys?"
You chuckled, "You mean did we drink and dance to music while staying far from all the guys there? Then, yes."
He chuckles slightly, were the men your age really not worth your time? How disappointing. Could he possibly be the one to make up for that? He'd have to find out.
Leon can't help himself. He just has to compliment you once, and then he'll be set for the rest of his life.
"This is a uh, nice outfit."
"You think so? I wasn't gonna wear this skirt since it's a bit too short for me but… I liked how it looked with this top so…" you shrugged, smiling at him.
"It is a little short. When we got home… let's just say I rearranged you a little bit, to preserve your modesty."
"You did? Was my skirt pushed up or something? God, I'm so sorry you had to see that."
"I didn't say that…"
"You didn't look at my panties did you?" you asked, tilting your head playfully.
"Wh-What? No!"
Oh, you were toying with him. Best to play along, no?
"Somehow I don't believe you, Leon. What color were they?" Your arms crossed over your chest, bulging your chest out a bit.
"What color? I- How much have you had to drink tonight?" He smirks.
"I didn't drink, actually. I was sober."
"You were? Very responsible of you. Why didn't you girls just get an uber?"
"Easier to just have you drive us so we didn't have to… And you didn't answer my question!" You punctuate your sentence with a light shove to his very muscular shoulder.
"Honey, I'm an old man. You think I remember what color your panties were when I was stepping over my daughter trying not to break my neck to chivalrously tuck your skirt over your very bare thighs?"
"All I'm hearing is you don't want to admit it. You looked! It's okay to just admit it."
He licks his lips, smirking at you before inching closer to you on the couch.
"You're being a little bad right now."
He's disarmed you with the low tone in his voice, yet you still harbor that look in your eye.
"Am not…" you replied, shaking your head lightly.
"You haven't had anything to drink, huh?"
Leon's eyebrows furrow, studying your features as you attempt to keep it together.
You're failing, so you shake your head in return.
"Hmm. And you uh… you wouldn't have happened to have arranged yourself on this couch to catch the attention of a certain… chivalrous older man?"
"Not at all, Leon…"
"I should get you to bed."
"No…" you retort.
"No?"
"We're having a conversation, aren't we? Can't we just talk?"
Leon pauses, watching you scoot even closer to him as you place a hand on his thigh.
"You know, I try to be a good man…"
"You are, aren't you? I think so…"
"Yeah… but you don't know whats going on up here." He taps his temple, clearly doing a better job containing his thoughts than he's giving himself credit for.
"And you don't know what's going on in here…"
"In… where?"
Your smaller hands grab one of his and place it over your chest, heart pounding so so hard.
"Oh… I can feel your heartbeat. It's pounding…"
"That's your fault… you're giving me butterflies."
"I am… isn't that interesting…"
"Leon…" you whisper.
There's always been tension in the air whenever you two are alone. Whether it be when you have to ask him something that Kelly's wondering about, or when she leaves the room for a moment for some reason and he comes wandering in. You didn't understand it until one night after some drinking you couldn't stop thinking about his large frame caging you in against the wall and fucking you senseless…
That's when it hit you. You were painfully attracted to your best friend's father, and there was nothing that could be done about how gorgeous he was. It was just a fact, and yet you had no one to tell that fact to.
These feelings had been stirring for years, ever since he'd been there to help the two of you move into your freshman dorm, carrying everything heavy and doing so until he was beautifully sweaty.
Since then, there had just been such a heat that entered a room when Leon did, especially if he couldn't see you ogling at him. It was only a matter of time before the bubble popped.
"I'm supposed to be the responsible one."
"I'm responsible too…"
Leon chuckles, "That's right, you're responsible too. It's a good thing we're both so responsible. We're not gonna do anything…"
"We're not? But… I didn't even get to show you what color my panties are yet."
You… what?
"Oh. They look black… and very sheer. There's barely anything there…"
Leon can already see the wet spot growing on the front, and his mind is spinning with the way your eyes sparkle looking at him. His breath shakes when he exhales again, leaning closer and putting his hand on your thigh. Did he really get you this worked up so easily?
"You can touch them, Leon…"
His eyes flit down and back up to your face, moving his hand up your thigh to rub the outside of your panties with one finger.
"You wore these for someone special tonight?"
"Mhm…"
His touches are ever so light, the heat pooling in your thighs feels as if it's one more second of friction away from building up too much to handle.
"I'll be gentle with them. Don't wanna ruin them for your next big date."
Leon's other hand comes up to your other thigh, rubbing softly with his thumb.
"You are so warm, and you are so, so beautiful..."
Leon's words disarm you for a second time, your breath shaking as you inhale. His voice is almost a whisper in the dark living room.
"Say that again…" you whisper.
"You're beautiful. You're painfully beautiful. Getting a smile from you is like getting showered in a cold rain on a hot and sticky morning…"
"I think… I might be the sticky one now…"
"Are you? Let me check…"
He pulls your panties to the side with one finger, revealing the amount of slick that's gathered between your folds. There's so much of it that Leon's biting his lip a second later at the sight.
"Oh… you are sticky."
He runs a finger up your slit and through your pussy lips, stopping right before he gets to that little bud of nerves that's on fire for him. A whine escapes your lips when he ghosts over it, fidgeting a little in his grasp and grabbing onto his forearm out of sheer instinct.
"Mm, I love making you squirm."
"Why didn't you just wake me up for this…"
You're doing your best not to moan too loud, and he's so close that you don't have to, but now two fingers are swiping their way through your cunt and it's much too overwhelming to think about anything else.
"Cause I wanted to look at you, sleeping here on my couch. You looked so pretty, how could I wake you?"
"Well, I'm a grown woman, like you said, and I don't mind being used by an older man. In fact I prefer it…"
"I… didn't know that. But the way you're holding onto my forearm for dear life… now, that feels very definite."
"Leon… kiss me…"
"I definitely shouldn't."
Leon's lucky your restraint isn't as built up as his, because when you lean over to kiss him of your own free will, he's more than ecstatic about it.
And yet the guilt tugs at him once again.
"I definitely shouldn't…"
Leon's rock hard in no time after a few messy kisses, and he can't even help how much his skin burns from your contact. You're humming against his lips when you find the tent in his pants, palming at it.
"I make you hard, Leon?"
"Yeah... you make me hard." Leon continues kissing you and babbling on, he can't help it. "Not just ah- not just when your legs are spread and I can see your panties on the couch… but when I know you're in this house… when I can hear you… laugh in another room… when I can… mmh… when I can oh- smell you from my office…"
He's losing his fucking mind.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yes babe… You make daddy very, very hard."
You grasp at his erection a bit firmer now, taking in the way he breathes you in while you move closer against the slight rut of his hips into your hand.
"Wanna put daddy's cock in my mouth so bad…"
"Yeah? Why don't you beg for it?"
"Please, let me suck you off, I wanna taste you… you're so handsome, Leon…"
"Good. Do it again."
"Daddy, please… Need it so bad…"
"Oh, I like hearing you call me daddy."
"Said it earlier too…"
"I know. I heard you… I figured it was a Freudian slip."
"Daddy," you whine again, "Wanna see how hard you are…"
"You wanna see it? You wanna see what you did, pretty girl?"
"Yes, please…"
The clink of his belt being undone so quickly sends your heart pounding in your chest. He's freed his cock from the tight cloth of his boxers and sweatpants a minute later, leaking at his mushroom head, so red and worked up.
"Oh, god…" Leon exhales with relief, throbbing length hitting his navel so easily from how fast you'd made a mess of him. "Here, do daddy a favor? Put it in your mouth." He starts kissing you again, leaving the taste of you on his tongue before you move your head down, "That sweet… little… responsible mouth…"
"Yes, daddy…"
You swirl your tongue around his reddened tip, swallowing the salty taste of precum that's leaked all over. Immediately, Leon's hand is in your hair softly- not grabbing or pushing, just resting on the back of your head.
"Oh, good girl. Oh, that's my obedient girl."
Your hands trailed up his broad and muscled thighs, nails tracing shapes on his skin. It's the slightest bit of stimulation, but Leon can feel the goosebumps that arise across the expanses of his skin. One grasps at the base of his cock while your lips move down his length.
Your glassy eyes darted up to meet his, breaking composure with the feverish pink that settled across his cheekbones. His eyelids fluttered, lips falling open in awe as he tried to focus on watching you.
"You tell me… ah… you tell me if it's too much, okay?"
In response you hummed around him, the vibration enough to send his hips bucking for a moment.
"I know its big, oh, I know… ah… That's my girl."
Your tongue runs down the underside of his eager cock when you attempt to go down further, and his hand tightens in your hair just the slightest bit.
"Oh, god. Oh… yeah, use that tongue."
Drool slicked his skin and dripped onto the hair at the base of him, feeling him push an inch or so more of himself into your warm mouth. It's too much and not enough at the same time. Greedy and desperate and everything a man could want, yet Leon wanted more.
"Suck it. You suck on it for daddy, okay? You've been teasing him all this time, haven't you? Wanting me to make a move? Huh?"
You attempt to moan against him again, but he cuts you off.
"Don't talk with your mouth full." he mutters in a low voice, almost growling with how desperate he's become.
Your eyes flutter closed upon his words, feeling his hips buck up again out of pure instinct and drive.
"Oh god, no- hah… nono…"
The pleasure was becoming too much for him, and he didn't want to be done with you just yet.
"No I don't wanna… I don't wanna take my cock out of your mouth, but I need to kiss you. I need to kiss every part of you."
Leon's afraid that if your lips stay around his cock a minute longer, he'll cum in your mouth and will have spoiled all his fun early. So he pulls you off him and immediately pushes his mouth against yours. Those soft lips covered with saliva are swollen from the friction around his dick, tasting himself on your tongue.
Humming as he takes your face in his hands, yours travel up his chest and over his broad shoulders. He's all muscle, even under that soft gray t-shirt he has on. Leon's hands get even needier, running one down your chest to tease you.
"Pull your top up. Yeah, show me. Show daddy everything, please…"
He was asking so nicely, how could you not comply?
Doing as he'd asked had him smirking when he pulled back from your mouth, attempting to etch this very moment into his mind for as long as he lived.
"The bra matches the panties, huh?"
"Mhm… my favorite set…"
Leon's right hand reaches up to palm at your chest through the fabric, appreciating its softness before slithering his hands behind your back to undo the clasps and toss it to the side.
Immediately his mouth is on your hardened nipples, now standing even harder in the cool air, especially in front of someone you've desired for much too long. The heat pooling in between your thighs was all too overwhelming to even care about anything else.
Leon's stubble scratched your skin, painfully pleasurable the slightest bit and yet you were so enjoying how his tongue circled those hardened peaks and nipped every so often.
"You like that, huh?"
"Mhm…" you whined, eyes focused on him below you.
Though, his lips don't stop there- he presses another kiss in the valley of your chest and travels upwards to your neck, suckling right over where he could feel your pulse racing.
"Can I take my panties off for you, daddy?" you asked, running one hand through the hair at the nape of his neck. He pulls back, illuminated by the moonlight and light sheen of sweat on his forehead.
"Yeah, pull them down…"
Sheer desperation drips from his whispered voice, begging to see more of you with his lidded eyes now focused on you.
The minute your fingers dip under the ruined fabric, he knows it's over for him. For he can see the slick that's painting those perfect folds of yours the second they're pulled down your legs.
"Oh, you left a lot of boys disappointed when you left the part tonight, didn't you?" Leon sucks in his teeth at the sight, running a hand through his hair, mussing it up a bit.
"Wasn't even looking at them, Leon…"
Those innocent eyes, oh how they were such an abyss he wanted to dive headfirst into.
"Is that true? Oh, I don't believe that for a second." Leon chuckles low in his chest.
How could anyone not think you lighten a room when you walked in? If he was at that damn party he'd be glued to your side no matter where you went, getting you another drink or fucking you in one of the side rooms- the possibilities went on with his mind.
"It's true… all I was thinkin' about was you…"
That light shake of your head when you look at him with those big eyes drives him crazy. A couple of his fingers drag up and down your thigh, fanning the flames that burned within both of you.
"You got dressed up so nice, look so perfect… just so I'd notice you a few minutes before you left?"
"Just wanted you to notice me, daddy. No one else…"
"I notice you no matter what you're wearing, angel… and I've been trying to be good, but you make it so hard…"
Your eyes drag down his chest, noting every curve of his particularly muscled figure, especially those forearms that look as if they'd been formed with a paintbrush. You can't help but trace your finger over them, the firm muscle twitching under your touch.
Leon drinks you in shamelessly this time, after so many previous moments of glancing at you from afar, wanting to just push you up against the counter to touch and kiss you wherever he wanted. You're magnetic, and all the times he's shared the same room with you out of coincidence, he's had to fight the pull. Extremely hard.
"You're so grabbable," Leon chuckles, biting his lip, "You know that? I can't tell you how hard it is to suppress that urge whenever you get in grabbing distance… Now you're here, and I don't have enough hands to fondle you…"
His kisses pepper your cheeks, on the verge of pulling you closer to him.
"Leon… want you so bad, I-" you gasp when his hand travels further up your thigh, "dreamed of this for so long, I can't wait any more."
"Oh, I appreciate that enthusiasm but, I think I need to hear you beg again. What do you want daddy to do, huh?"
"Want you to ruin me- fuck- need you inside… Please…"
"Well, what my baby wants… my baby gets."
Leon takes the initiative this time, pulling his shirt over his head, before pausing to look at you beginning to undress.
"You should keep it on…" he purred, "I mean, you put so much effort into it…"
"You like it that much, daddy?"
"Yeah, I do."
Leon's blues drag down your torso again when he replies, finding himself right where he wants to be.
You begin to lay back on the couch, assuming missionary position, but Leon stops you.
"Honey, if this is going inside you, I think its safer for you to set the pace. So here, let me put you in my lap."
Two of his fingers gesture 'come here', and you swear you've never moved with such swiftness before you're crawling into his lap.
"Want to feel you inside… every inch…"
"Yeah, I wanna be inside you…" Leon whispers, "I need to be. I can't help it."
When you're finally spread out over his thighs, it's an image he's going to be reckoned with once tonight passes.
"Oh, god. Seeing you in my lap…"
His hands run from your waist to the small of your back, bringing you endlessly closer so he can still detect the faint scent of your leftover perfume from earlier. Leon's cock twitches having you this close, especially when the fabric of your skirt is brushing up against it ever so lightly.
"Yeah? Wanna bounce on it, daddy…"
"Mhm… I do want to bounce you on my lap, baby girl."
"Don't wait any more… just please…"
Reaching for his cock, you wanted to push yourself onto him so fucking badly. Just one hard push and he'd be inside you. But he stops you.
"Wait- waitwaitwait, no- I uh, I should get a condom."
"What?"
"Obviously I should, I'm the older one here. I'm supposed to be responsible…" he exhales, trying to convince himself that fucking his daughter's best friend would be something less concerning of an act if he used protection, "while doing this very… irresponsible thing."
"N-no… don't use protection, daddy… I wanna feel every inch- every vein…"
Your movements resume selfishly, fisting his tip ever so slowly and studying every little reaction his body gives you. He's losing the moral compass he's held onto so tightly until now.
"What? No- no… fuck, you can't- you cant do this."
Leon's urge to be a good man was dwindling every second he held back. Being forced to hear you whine in protest over him wanting to at least use protection if he was going to do something so irresponsible made his cheeks fucking hot.
"No, no… oh but- you're being bad… you're being bad right now…"
Leon taunted you with his words, and yet he was teetering on the edge of giving in. He was easy when it came to you, his breath anything but steady as you pouted your lips.
"Stop pouting, you know it's bad!"
Scooting closer so your bodies were touching, you rolled your hips against his hardened cock to tease him an inch more. It pulls deep, guttural groans from him, and his grasp on anything responsible he'd claimed to be was now teetering on nonexistent.
"Even just the tip?" you questioned.
"Yes, even- even just the tip…"
"Daddy…" you whine again. "Are you sure it'll fit?"
"Yes, it will fit," he laughs, "You keep teasing daddy like that and I will make it fit, young lady."
His grip on your hips tightens a bit to steady himself, even though he's long gone by now. What he isn't expecting though, is for you to lift your hips and run his tip through your folds.
"See how wet I am for you, Leon? Huh? Bet you won't even have to stretch me out to fit inside…"
"Oh, fuck. you little brat."
"Daddy, please…"
"Fine," he exhales, "Fine, you're going to get your way tonight, but you are gonna get a serious attitude adjustment the next time I get you alone- ah..."
"Mm-mm," you shake your head, smiling teasingly as you continue to swipe through the thick arousal that's now leaking onto his throbbing length.
"Oh ho ho, yes you are."
There's a moment where he pauses, nodding to you silently and lifting your skirt to watch when he finally lines himself up with your dripping hole.
"Put your hands on my chest, mhm… Now, slow…"
Inching yourself down on him with your hands pressed to his chest is the moment you had both been waiting for all night. Everything else seems to freeze except for the blinding pleasure that came with the parting of your walls around him.
You were a few inches in when you paused, and Leon's muttering under his breath as you sink down the rest of the way.
"Oh, fuck me, ohmygod…"
His head is thrown back in pleasure, eyes closing for only a moment before he looks back up at you.
"'M not too heavy, am I?" you ask in a sultry voice, but the concern you have for him is real and so, so sweet.
"What? Of course you're not too heavy, jesus. You're gorgeous, baby."
Leon's hand comes up to swipe the hair out of your face, and your hips move downwards an inch more before you're fighting the urge your body has to squeeze around him.
"Let me put my hands… uh huh… let me put my hands… on your hips…"
"Uh huh, hold onto me…" you moan, "I'm yours…"
Leon's strong hands grip your hips steadily as he watches your eyebrows furrow while you adjust to his size. You're fully sitting on his cock right now, hard and twitching and trying so hard not to burst right then and there.
"But… you are on birth control?"
Instead of responding, because you weren't, you grind your hips down on his hard cock, pressing his tip against the perfect little spot that made you gasp. Anything to shut him up.
"Fuck, you are trouble. You could just answer the question…"
"More fun if I don't though, right? That's why you took so long to make a move? Huh?"
"Oh, god. You know me too well. Fuck…"
"Mhm…"
"You fit me like a glove. Come here…"
He beckons you closer to him, if that were even possible at this point because your bodies are almost melding together at this moment.
"Feels so good… but I don't wanna be too loud n get us caught…" you try to whisper, but it comes out more like broken whimpers when you lift your hips for the first time.
"Yeah… yeah. I mean, probably. She's practically in a coma right now but, we don't wanna be too loud." Leon's voice shakes as you begin to ride him ever so slowly, testing the waters with how much you can take.
"I'll try to keep quiet for you, daddy… promise."
"Yeah? Yeah, tell you what… Next time I'll take you to a hotel and you can… you can get the staff called on us. How's that?"
"I'd love that…"
"Me too, baby…"
"Were you thinking about me tonight?" you ask, running a hand through his perfect light brown hair. His light blue eyes study your every move; how your eyelashes flutter when you look him in the eye, your teeth that sink into your bottom lip for the slightest moment.
"Yes, yes I was thinking about you all night…" Leon's voice a low whisper, barely making any noise at all, or else he'd moan much too loud.
"Uh huh… tell me, daddy…"
God, where does he even start?
"You… in this skirt…. with these painted lips… and those eyes… always looking like you have more to say…"
Leon's breath grows heavier by the second, trying to keep himself quiet while he revels in the slick sounds coming from your warmth.
"You're such a bad girl… and such a good girl at the same time…"
"I'm your good girl, right?"
"Uh huh, you are, baby. You drive me crazy."
Your hips push down all the way for a moment, filling yourself with him entirely before pushing Leon back onto the couch.
"Oh, you took it all the way… That's my babygirl."
Your pace starts steadily this time around, the drag of his cock so fulfilling that your body screams for more, more, more.
"Uh huh, show me how bad you want it, show me how good you can take it…"
"I'm so wet for you, can you feel it, daddy?"
"Yeah, I can feel it…"
Your lips travel down his chest and forearm that's riddled with veins, taking his hand in yours as he reaches up to cup your cheek. He runs his thumb over your bottom lip and you open accordingly, flicking at the pad with your thumb to test the waters.
Leon's entertained, and with the way you're looking at him, he can't help but push two of his thick digits into your mouth.
"Yeah, yeah baby, suck on daddy's fingers.""
A quiet moan of pleasure escapes your lips, sucking on his fingers with the same eagerness that you'd sucked his cock with minutes prior.
"Who's your daddy? Who's your daddy, yeah?"
"You're my daddy… you are… fuck, fuck oh my god."
"You've been wanting this dick in you all night…""
"Mhm… since I saw you this afternoon in those sweatpants… even before then, I wanted you… Wanting to fuck you was my dirty little secret, but now it's out," you giggle, cockdrunk over him, "I've wanted you forever, Leon…"
"Yeah… yeah you're gonna make this old man cum…" Leon's voice rumbles through his chest, his cock throbbing inside your walls.
"Gonna make me cum, too… 'M close, daddy…"
And then you mutter the three words he's not expecting to hear.
"Cum inside me…"
"No I ha- no, I have to pull out… I have to… oh god, no… otherwise we're gonna get these pretty panties of yours all messy…"
"Feels too good for you to leave me… want your cum, I need it. daddy, please…"
You're whining and moaning in his ear, draping yourself over his body all close and, god. He can't say no to you like this. You're grinding your hips down on him again, taking his cock in the deepest parts of you and he feels his high begin to build.
"Oh fuck, do that. Move like that. Again, again, ah, yes I'm your daddy…"
The wet slap of your hips against his and the way his greedy hands search for an inch of your skin he hasn't discovered yet- your chest, your hips, your ass… he can't get enough. Especially not when his high builds and builds and builds until it all comes crashing down.
"Take it, ah, take it… take daddy's love, take it all, my good girl…"
Leon's moaning louder than he should be, but he doesn't give a fuck when you feel this good, when you're the best pussy he's ever had, and it's a split second later that his hips are bucking up and he's spilling over inside you.
"Takin' it all for you, oh my god, so good…"
His fucked out state below you triggers your own release, your walls fluttering around him while you ride it out together. Your hips slow their movement, taking in how pretty he looks in his afterglow. Catching his breath he even looks handsome with sweat beading on his forehead and some of his hair sticking to it.
"So… you promised me a hotel room," you speak, breaking the silence post-orgasm.
"I did promise you a hotel room, didn't I? When are you free?"
"Well, I might have to check…" you reply playfully, leaning down to press a kiss to his lips.
"Yeah, if you can clear some time in your schedule."
Leon's hand rests on your hip again, thumb rubbing into your skin softly.
"Anything for you, Leon."
"Actually um, yeah I've got a business trip to Houston coming up, you wanna be my date?"
Leon's lips were warm against yours, his thighs and hands even warmer underneath you in his lap. Strong palms gripping your waist and squeezing every so often. It only fanned the flames of desire in your chest more, pressing deeper into every kiss.
But he was a damn tease.
He was the one pulling back just a little too early, despite hearing you whine and push yourself further against his mouth. You were practically on top of him at this rate, but he didn't mind one bit.
"Leon..." you whined.
"What?" he chuckles, dragging his eyes down your figure.
"You know what. Stop teasing..."
"Me? Tease? Never..."
You wanted to believe him, but with the way he furrowed his brows with a smirk on his face, you knew he was just pushing your buttons. It's confirmed when your lips attach to his again, slipping your tongue past in an attempt to taste just a little more of him.
Moaning against his mouth gave Leon all the leeway to pull back once more and give you that same look.
"Hmph. I know what you're doing, you're not slick."
"What am I doin', beautiful?"
"Pullin' away. Teasing... you're so mean..."
"Maybe I just like how you want more every time I do."
"Then give it to me..."
"Oh, you want more? I'll give you more." Leon gripped your waist even tighter, hearing you yelp in surprise when he ground his hips up into you.
"Leon..." you moaned.
"What, can't take it? I thought you wanted more, huh?"
"No--! N-no... I can take it," you replied, pushing your hips down in return.
sum : a drunken hookup with your guy best friend in his car isn't the way you thought your day would go, but you're not complaining.
cw/tags: unprotected sex, car sex, creampie, friends who like each other but are too cowardly to confess, drunk sex, oral, re4r leon
wc: 1.3k
Leon was always your best friend. How you got here with his head between your legs was another story.
This wasn’t supposed to happen.
Five minutes ago you'd been drunkenly listening to a conversation inside at the party, all too aware of the fact that Leon's hand was slightly rubbing up and down your waist. You had only stepped out for some air and maybe a minute with your thoughts. But then he'd followed you out to all the parked cars and found yourself in his company once again.
The moonlight illuminating just how fucking pretty Leon was didn't help. Nor did the concerned puppy dog eyes and way he slurred your name. He was just checking up on you, but you blinked and then his tongue was down your throat.
You were both lucky his car was further down the street, so no one could see you if they came outside.
His stubble scratching your thighs as he kissed and licked your clit with his tongue had you floating. Upon seeing the amount of spit and slick that painted your skin, he went all in to taste every last drop.
“Gonna fuck you so g-good… you’ll forget about everything else.”
He’d been glued to your side all evening at a friend’s party, accidentally brushing up against your waist and arms when he spoke to you.
That, and the hazy way his eyes looked at you as he too descended into intoxication was too much.
The blurred sense of rational thought from what you’d drank had been clouding your judgment when you thought about how badly you wanted him. Such a thing was so far shoved down that dipping your toe into those thoughts came easier than you could’ve imagined. Especially after all the alcohol you'd drank.
He’d closed the distance between your mouths, passionately taking the lead and attempting to pull you even closer than you’d already been.
With your legs spread in the backseat of his car, Leon ran his tongue all over your soaked cunt, determined to make you cum hard. You knew he'd probably be the only one able to make you see stars. Hell, he was doing that already and he hadn't even fucked you yet.
Guess you can’t really give a shit that he’s got you pinned down by your thighs, especially with how well he’s using his mouth.
A minute later he's unbuckling his belt and pulling his cock out, running his tip through your soaked folds and teasing your entrance.
"Leon... please..."
"Thought I was gonna have to stretch this pussy out but you're already soaked... I could probably just slip right in and fill you all the way up, huh?"
"Don't tease..."
"I know, I know."
"Just fuck me..."
Leon rummaged in his pockets for a second, "Shit- I don't have a condom."
"Want you too much to care..."
He chuckles in that low vibrato you've been addicted to forever, before leaving a kiss on your clit.
“Whatever you say, baby.”
Baby. As if he was already picturing you being his while sliding his length into you.
A curse falls from his lips when he slots fully inside you, fitting so perfectly like he'd done so a million times before.
It's no surprise he does, considering the images of him pushing you up against the wall did more than enough to turn you on. Those fantasies flooded your mind just as the alcohol loosened your inhibitions.
Leon wastes no time in dragging his cock against your walls only to plunge himself fully back into you, leaning over to take in every single little sound you make for him.
"Leon... so big..." you whimper, the friction of his length almost too overwhelming in the moment.
“Too much?”
Wordlessly you shook your head, letting the sounds you’re making speak for themselves.
“No… you fit perfect around me.” He knows that the red on your cheeks is because of him, and he takes great pride in that.
Leon’s hands are warm when they wrap around your waist, pulling you impossibly further down on his length before he moves for the first time. He tries to keep steady when his pace picks up a bit, but he falters again upon the squeeze around him.
“Leon,” you moan against his mouth, pulling him in by the collar of his shirt. It’s the second you’re running your hands down his biceps and squeezing that his resolve breaks altogether.
His pace turns brutal, fucking his length into you as hard as he can while he groans into your kiss. Lips moving from your needy lips to your jaw and most sensitive parts of your neck, sucking marks into your neck even though he knows he shouldn't.
He’s pictured this one too many times after forever of hearing how shitty you were treated by previous boyfriends or guys you were interested in. He wanted so badly to show you that he was worthy of your love and affections, but this was never the way he thought it would happen.
Not with his cock pounding into you while you’re moaning his name so prettily, rolling off your tongue so easily. Leon's got a feeling you’ve moaned his name even before this.
“You sound so pretty, baby.”
“Fuck… Leo-hnn, so deep… ngh!”
Tears welled in your eyes as you looked at him, some of his blonde hair sticking to his forehead. Every bit of your strength was keeping your eyes open, but when he smirked down at you, all composure was lost.
"Fuck fuck fuck…" you moan endlessly, while he holds you closer to his warm chest. Leon smells of the same cologne he's always worn and you want to consume him so he stays where you can always sense him. With the way he's fucking you, that might be closer than you'd imagined.
It's always been Leon. No one else has ever come close to being what he is to you. Best friend or soulmate, those two phrases were interchangeable. Endless nights ranting to him about wanting to meet someone kind and caring and being in denial that he was right beside you the whole time.
You just weren't ready to accept it yet.
"That's it, babygirl. Takin' me so well."
God, his affection was going to kill you. Especially when his voice deepens like that.
Your eyes roll back into your head when he reaches down to swirl two of his fingers around your swollen clit with just the right amount of pressure to make your back arch.
A moment later you're overwhelmed with an onslaught of feeling and you know your orgasm is right around the corner.
"Close…" is all you're able to say before gripping at Leon's shirt and whimpering uncontrollably again.
"Me too, pretty girl. Fuck, where do you want it?"
"Inside…" you whisper.
He groans, "Are you sure?"
"Mhm… love you… Leon…"
You're so out of it that you don't even register the words until you hear them in your own voice.
"Shit- shit… love you too, sweetheart. Gonna give you everything you want."
It's not even a moment later he's spilling into you, the friction on your sensitive clit doing you in as well as your walls flutter around him and your orgasm washes over you.
Leon falls weak over your figure, trying to catch his breath as if he's just run a marathon, lifting his head to kiss you on the cheek. It's then he looks down and sees what a mess the two of you have made.
He chuckles in disbelief, and yet that was everything he could've dreamed of.
The windows of his car are all fogged up, and you're sure the both of you will stink of sex when you walk back into the house. But you couldn't give less of a shit.
Leon wasn't here with anyone else, and it's all you could've wanted from him.
