the sex was good, the love was better - chpt I: i’m too old for you, sweetheart
pt I | pt II | pt III
pairing: leon kennedy x trans masc reader
pronouns: he/him
summary: you have a one night stand with an older man
warnings: large age gap (23 + 49), drunken sex, soft to hard dom leon, leon’s a fan of pet names (honey, sweetheart, pretty boy), both are really needy, fingering, biting, condescending praise, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, creampie, leon being a sweetheart, aftercare, use of boytits/boycunt, veryyy self indulgent, 18+ mdni!!!
word count: 2.7k
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“i’m too old for you.”
the man beside you at the bar said, sipping on his whiskey. you hum, swirling your glass of strawberry vodka around mindlessly before taking a drink.
you’ve seen him here before, on multiple occasions. the first time was when you went out with a group of friends after a bad breakup. you didn’t have it in you to go up and talk to him then, nor the emotional stability, after all that had happened.
but over the past few weeks when you’ve come in for a drink, you’ve seen him each time with the same glass of whiskey, and the same melancholic face. that look is what drew you in; you couldn’t help but wonder what made him so gloomy.
today, you found it in yourself to go up and talk to him, only after ingesting some vodka for liquid courage.
now, you sit beside him, a small smirk on your face as you say, “age doesn’t matter to me.”
he raises a brow, taking another drink from his glass of whiskey. “it should, sweetheart.”
your stomach flutters at the pet name, your teeth digging into your bottom lip as you look him up and down. he’s gruff, face hardened from whatever he’s been through in his lifetime. it only draws you in further.
“well, it doesn’t.” you hum, nursing your vodka. “what’s your name, handsome?”
his eyes drag over you, expression unreadable before he brings them back to yours. “leon kennedy.”
you nod slowly, swirling your drink. “leon,” you sound out, the word like honey on your tongue. “i’m y/n.”
he stares at you for a moment, and it seems like he’s looking right through you and into your soul, before he gulps the rest of his drink down and motions for the bartender. “another one, will you?” he passes a glance at you, then back to the bartender. “and a…”
it takes you a second before you realize he’s indirectly asking you what you’re drinking. “strawberry vodka.”
“…and a strawberry vodka for the pretty boy here.”
your heart race spikes, cheeks flushing red. all you can think about is the fact that he thinks you’re pretty.
the bartender is quick to give you two your drinks, and when you pull out your wallet, leon waves his hand at you. “it’s on me.”
you bite your cheek, putting it away. “aren’t you a gentleman.”
“my mother didn’t raise a jackass.”
you chuckle. “i see that.”
leon takes a sip of his drink, sets it down. you do the same. “so,” he speaks slowly, “how long have you been eyeing me?”
your stomach almost drops, before your heart flutters. he’s known you were gazing at him each time you were here. your impulse is to feel embarrassed, but you can’t help but wonder if he’s been eyeing you, too.
you take another sip of your drink. “a few weeks.” you admit. he hums, it’s a rough sound.
“and you’re only talking to me now?”
you chuckle softly, bringing your gaze to your drink. “i didn’t have the courage to until tonight.”
he nods, eyeing you from the corner of his vision. “i see.”
you click your tongue, glancing at him almost shyly. “do you… find that weird?”
he’s quiet for a moment, then shakes his head. “no, i don’t.” he sets his drink down. “i’m flattered, actually.”
you fight back the huge smile trying to form on your face. “you are?”
he hums, nodding. “it’s cute.” he admits. “but, i’m still too old for you, sweetheart.”
you chuckle softly, sipping your vodka. “i told you, i don’t care about that.”
he glances at you, a smirk pulling at the corners of his lips. “so you’ve said.”
you bite your bottom lip, setting down your drink. your eyes drag along his form, then meet his once more. he lets out a heavy, shaky breath, bringing his drink to his lips.
“how old are you, kid?”
you hum, swirling your drink around. “twenty three.”
his eyes widen slightly, lips parted. “twenty three?”
you chuckle softly, nodding. “that a deal breaker?” you ask slowly. he averts his eyes to his drink before downing it.
“not tonight.”
you can’t fight the grin that makes its way onto your face.
“so… wanna take me home, handsome?”
you two are barely in his apartment when leon crashes his lips against yours, pulling at your clothes impatiently while he presses you against the door, running his hands under your shirt.
you tug at his belt loops, moaning softly against his lips as he parts your teeth with his tongue, swirling his around with yours, his hands running down to grasp your ass, lifting you up effortlessly. your legs wrap around his waist instinctively, grabbing at his shoulders to keep yourself steady.
he carries you to his bedroom, kicking the door open and laying you down on the bed, parting from you to undo his and your shoes, tossing them aside. he crawls over you, bringing his lips to your neck and planting open mouthed kisses along the front of your throat.
“jesus christ,” he grunts, running his hands up and down your hips, before unbuttoning your pants and pulling them down to your ankles. you kick them off, tugging at the front of his shirt. leon pulls back to yank his top off, tossing it aside and going back to kissing your neck, teeth dragging along the skin.
your mouth is agape, head tilted back, giving him more access to your neck. he wraps his arms around your middle, grasping at the hem of your shirt and tugging it over your head, adding it to the collection of clothes on the floor.
“leon,” you breathe, propping yourself up on your elbows. he glances up at you, eyes dark with lust. you bite your bottom lip, reaching for his hand and bringing it to the hem of your boxers and guiding him underneath them. leon sucks in a breath, fingers brushing along your crotch.
“fuck,” he groans, dipping his digits through your folds, drawing a soft moan from your lips. “you’re soaked, pretty boy.”
you whine, eyes glazed over. he chuckles, rubbing circles on your clit, drawing another moan from you. he leans over, pressing open mouthed kisses down your chest and to your stomach, then licks a stripe from your bellybutton to your collarbone.
“oh, leon,” you whimper, rolling your hips against his palm. he grunts, pushing a finger inside of you. you moan louder, back arching off of the bed. “fuck, leon—”
“i know, i know, sweetheart,” he nips at your earlobe, slowly thrusting his finger in and out of your boycunt. “don’t worry, you’ll have me soon.”
leon slips another finger inside of you, pressing up against the spot that makes you writhe against him, one hand grasping at his back. he buries his face in the crook of your neck and shoulder, biting down and sucking a hickey into your skin, ripping a gasp from your chest, your nails digging into the flesh of his back.
“gods, please, leon, i need—” you mewl, your other hand running to the nape of his neck and into his hair, tugging on the strands. he grunts, grabbing your hip as to restrain himself.
“what d’you need, pretty boy?” he coos at you, the slow thrust of his fingers sending a shiver up and down your spine. you whine, only able to tug at his hair. he clicks his tongue, bringing his lips to your ear. “c’mon, use your words, sweetheart.”
you grasp at him desperately, writhing against him. “i-i need…” you moan out as he rubs circles against your clit, “i need you… i need you to fuck me, please.”
leon groans, the last of his restraint breaking as he slips his fingers out of you, fumbling to undo his belt before kicking his pants and underwear off, then grabs the hem of your boxers and tugs them off, tossing them aside.
he grabs your thighs and spreads them apart, pushing them to your chest, before wrapping his hand around his cock and guiding the tip to your hole.
you tilt your head up, gasping softly. “oh fuck…”
he’s thick and long, so big that you think he might tear you apart. a smirk makes its way onto leon’s face, his other hand brushing along your cheek. “it’s okay, sweetheart,” he coos, slowly pushing his cock inside of you. “you’re a good boy, you can take it.”
you whine, biting down on your bottom lip as he fills you up, grasping at his shoulder. soon, he’s buried in your boycunt to the hilt, hips pressed firmly against the backs of your thighs. he cradles the back of your head, pressing his forehead to yours, letting out a shaky breath.
“fuck, you’re perfect,” he breathes, pecking your nose, cheeks, before capturing your lips in his. you knead his shoulder, moaning into his mouth, his stubble gently scratching your face. he pulls back, gazing down at you with those glazed, cloudy blue eyes that leave you hypnotized. he hums, thumb brushing your cheek. “you okay, sweetheart?”
you smile softly, nodding. “yeah, ‘m okay.”
he smiles back, then slowly begins to thrust his hips, knocking the air from your lungs. he fills you up so perfectly, makes you feel so full, that you’re seeing stars.
“fuck, leon,” you moan, wrapping an arm around his shoulders for stability. he grunts, his free hand grasping at your hip as he fucks you, burying his face in the crook of your neck, planting open mouthed kisses in its wake. “so good, feels so good.”
“i know, sweetheart, i know,” he coos, almost shaking as he once again tries to restrain himself, thinking that if he’s too rough, he’ll break you. “you’re doin’ such a good job, such a good boy for me.”
“thank you,” you mewl, head thrown back as moan after moan slips from your parted lips. “thank you, sir.”
leon groans at the title, hips stuttering as he tries his damnest to hold back, but the air and restraint is knocked from his lungs as you whine, “harder, sir, please—”
the hand cradling your head tightens, and his thrusts turn from gentle and slow to harsh and brutal, his balls clapping against your ass.
“greedy, aren’t we,” he grunts, biting down on your shoulder, sucking another hickey into your supple skin. your nails dig into his back, body shaking as he pounds away at your boycunt.
your stomach tightens, the first of many orgasms threatening to wash over you. your back arches off of the bed, a string of moans and curses falling from your lips.
“fuck, don’t stop, sir, i-i’m gonna—”
“go on, pretty boy,” he purrs, thrusting harder than before. “cum for me.”
a sob is ripped from your chest as you crumble underneath him, seein stars as you clamp down on his cock, your orgasm sending shocks up your spine. “o-oh, fuck—!”
leon groans, his hand running to your hip, gripping you in place as his own orgasm wracks his body, hips stuttering before burying his cock to the hilt, ropes of cum painting your walls. “jesus christ…” he breathes against your skin, panting softly. you shiver, legs shaking.
your body falls limp, chest heaving as you try to gather your bearings. leon holds himself up by one elbow, not wanting to crush you under his body weight. he presses kisses to your shoulder, your collarbone, your neck, your cheek, rubbing soothing circles on your hip.
he pulls back, eyes widening slightly when he sees tears trailing down your temples. “you alright, sweetheart?” he asks, thinking he might’ve been too rough. “i didn’t hurt you, did i?”
you chuckle softly, tilting your head up to look at him, a small, content smile on your face. “mm-mm, you didn’t.” you whisper, cupping his cheek. “was just so good, you felt so good.”
he smiles softly, humming. “good.” he kisses your cheek, then asks, “you want a break, honey?”
your breath hitches at the pet name, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip. you nod, propping yourself up on your elbows. “a small one,” you lean in, lips brushing his ear. “but i want more, s’been so long since i’ve had good sex.” you nip at his earlobe. “even longer since i’ve had a real orgasm.”
leon groans, cock twitching inside you, still buried to the hilt. “your wish is my command, sweetheart.”
you moan loudly as he bounces you up and down on his cock, your taped boytits bouncing along. you underestimated how much stamina leon had until you were on your fourth orgasm; it was a bit shocking, considering his age. not that you’re complaining, he’s fucked you so hard that your brain turned to mush half an hour ago, and at times you were sure you saw heaven with how good he felt inside of you.
“oh fuck, fuck fuck fuck, leon, s’too much, too much.” you whimper, body convulsing as he bounces you on his cock.
“aw, is it?” he coos, his tip bruising your cervix. “that’s funny. didn’t you say you needed my cock, that you needed your brains fucked out?” he digs his nails into your hips, making you gasp. “wasn’t it you that begged me to keep fucking you?”
you mewl, whimpering loudly.
“use your words, sweetheart.” he patronizes, slowing his thrusts, then lifting you off of his cock. you whine, trying to sink yourself back down, but his grip forces you to stay in place. “c’mon, speak.”
“y-yes, sir,” you cry, and he smirks, slipping his cock back inside of your poor boycunt, walls clamping around it.
“there you go, good boy.” he coos mockingly, thrusting up, sinking deeper inside of you. “so good at following directions. i think you’ve earned a treat,” he leans in, lips brushing along the shell of your ear. “don’t you agree, sweetheart?”
“mhmm, yes, sir.” you moan, head falling back. he tsks, one hand grabbing your chin and forcing you to look as his cock pistons in and out of your tiny boycunt.
“no, no, don’t look away.” he mutters, “you need to see the mess i’m making of you.” you whine as you his hips stutter and embeds his cock to the hilt, ropes of cum painting your walls. “that’s it, sweetheart, good job. you’re taking my cum so well.”
you writhe above him, grasping at his chest to keep yourself steady as you cum all over his cock, legs shaking. his tip is buried in your cervix, no doubt breeding you.
“th-thank you, sir, thank you.” you whimper, bottom lip quivering, tears brimming your eyes.
“aw, of course, sweet boy,” he coos, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you in for a kiss, parting your teeth with his tongue and swirling it around yours, moaning into your mouth.
leon lifts you off of his cock and lays you down on the bed, kissing down your chest, your stomach, before coming back up and capturing your lips with his once more.
“did such a good job, sweetheart,” he praises, stroking your cheek. “such a good boy.”
you smile softly, eyes heavy and half lidded. “thank you, sir.”
he pecks the tip of your nose before sitting back and rummaging through his drawer, taking out some wet wipes and gently cleaning you up. “there we go,” he finishes up, tossing the wipe in the trash bin. “all clean.” he kisses your shoulder. you hum, smiling softly before sitting up.
“‘m gonna go pee real quick.” you mumble, trying your best not to pass out on the spot. “where’s your bathroom?”
“down the hall on the left.”
you nod and stand up on shaky legs, not bothering to put on any clothes as you saunter down the hall and to the bathroom.
you soap up your hands and wash them under the tap, shaking them before patting them dry with a nearby towel, then head back to the bedroom, leon curled up under the covers. you sliver in next to him, and his arm comes up to curl around your middle, pulling you close.
you smile softly, content, before your eyes fall closed, sleep taking over you. just before you’re completely asleep, leon whispers,
“g’night, sweetheart.”
you hum, low in your throat. “‘night.”
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author’s note: hope y’all enjoyed!!! haven’t written for leon in a good three years, so this was a treat to write. likes and rblgs appreciated ^^ (also thinking about writing a pt2 when they wake up the morning after hooking up, lemme know if that’s something y’all would be interested in reading)
tags: @ghostwritesthings, @bigboymoozz
