Fat Reader crying because theyre insecure about their weight, and when Simon, the man Reader's been pining on for months confesses to them, they think its a cheap joke, and degrade themselves, saying "You can't even pick me up!"
Simon somehow gets Reader's number (Reader did NOT give it) and sends a video of Simon hip thrusting double Reader's weight with sweet groans, the outline of his bulge straining, clearly imagining Reader was on top of him.
MDNI 21+ thinking about bratty switch! jungkook who's being ridden right... stay with me...
you're setting a brutal pace bouncing up and down his shaft relentlessly. moans filling the room each time your body lands downwards. slick noises flood your ears as your combined juices make a mess beneath you two onto the sheets.
your eyes roll back feeling him slide against that sensitive spot inside of you. nails raking down his chest in an attempt to ground you but also put him in his place. a shaking hand leads to jungkook's throat as you apply enough pressure to make his head spin. "oh, baby... just-". his own thoughts cut him off as his hips stuttered underneath you.
a stinging hand follows yours helping you squeeze harder and harder against his pulse point. testing you- playing a dangerous game. seeing how far he can push your buttons. he never broke eye contact doing this, adorning the heaviest shit eating grin he could conjure up. knowing how you like the control but knowing he can get punished for adding on or questioning your authority.
"you sure you wanna do that, koo?" your hips slowed to a stiffened grind against his' making sure you squeeze his length inside you on the way up. he challenges this- in a way that makes you regret it all. in a way that makes you concerned for his mental state right now.
a familiar tattooed hand snakes between your breasts to find its' home restricting your jugular now. your eyes widen in shock appalled he had the nerve to try you in this moment. but all you could do was keep dropping your hips against his'. you could feel him tensing as he met you with powerful upward thrusts.
he still never broke eye contact with you. nor did the two of you let one another's throats go. you rode him now with an impossible speed chasing your shared releases. blow after blow was laid onto the fat of your chubby ass with his free hand.
"look who's all desperate now?" he moaned grip getting even more tight. "want you to cum all over this cock, pretty... please baby i need it so badly", the words kept falling off his lips. truly desperate to feel that sweet squeezing of your wet cunt.
not a lot of time had to pass before your thighs locked up against his. your poor body laying on his to ride your release through. he followed shortly after you- whining into the warm skin of your neck, kissing the soft skin there beneath his lips.
Kyle really loves your thighs. He loves sleeping between them, his face squished slightly between the warm fat. You always know when he's awake because he starts biting and suckling on your skin before his eyes even open.
He doesn't care much for lingerie. He loves it when you walk around in his shirts, the hem hugging tight to your hips and belly. Thigh highs became mandatory for you in the house simply because of the sheer volume of them he bought.
"Fuck baby..." Kyle whimpers, fingers trembling as he plays with the top of your socks. Your thighs spill out slightly, the bright green socks clinging to your skin. "You're so beautiful... You're my perfect angel, you know that?" He babbles as he rocks his hips faster, cock thrusting deeper inside you.
"Sl - slow down..." You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down into your chest. "You're so good for me -" Kyle sobs softly when those words leave your mouth, hips stuttering as he cums inside. You wish you could tease him for how quickly he came, but his lips find your nipples and his hips start thrusting again.
warnings: MDNI 21+ nerd!jk (that's a warning all itself), chubby!reader, reader gets overwhelmed NOT insecure, sort of fluffy smut, slight dom!jk but he knows his place lol, service dom! jk, glasses nd fluffy hair jk!, sweet! jk, black nerdy! reader, soft sweet! reader, needy! reader, fingering + pnv smex :)
you two promised to study english... you had good intentions to stay on track. but the lingering stares and stinging touches you shared said otherwise. he wanted to help you write this essay, to make sure his girl sounded absolutely perfect for her final. you wanted to listen and take his critique-
but now you're taking his cock...
your teeth chewed at your glossy lips as your shirt kept riding up your stomach. dark wide eyes focused onto your face when yours met his', thinking that he wouldn't notice your hands swiftly clamoring to cover the plush skin. jungkook's gut twisted at the motion you made to hide under his gaze.
"what are you doing... pretty girl?" came out as a dry stuttered whisper. not a hint of malice in his tone at all just pure confusion. "was just hoping you could be pleasured- pleased... feeling good like this, honey" tone slightly defeated while he slowed down working in your leaking core that was still consistently hugging his fingers.
the act alone was lewd, but being fully naked was odd in a way that had you feeling small under him. not insecure but exposed- yes that's what it felt like... open
"you there, beautiful?" he softly chimed stroking your cheek gently.
the room felt tight... impossibly tighter than you clenching down on his fingers resting on that spot deep within you. pretty clit glistening with his saliva... swollen and waiting to be suckled on. but your mind is moving faster than your body.
"j-jungkook?" your voice quietly met his ears. his attention was already on you, he didn't really need for you to call his name but you did anyways. he rested his palms against your warm tummy, feeling the soft skin and squeezing lightly. making you smile a little bit- "this what we're feeling um- shy of?" he immediately leaned down- damp hair brushing against your shirt. he then lifts it to reveal your pretty brown skin. his tongue traces patterns across your tummy, teeth sinking into parts of your sides making your heart skip a beat.
"s'this too much for you, pretty?" sometimes you wondered what happened to his shyness, with how he could use his words when he focused on something. right now that something was getting someone (you) out of your head and onto his dick. he wanted you a mess and wanted you to forget every aspect of the world outside the four walls of your shared bedroom. he was determined to do so every time you let him make love to you. he wanted to empty your mind of every worry and care that ran around throughout the days until this very moment.
"n-no" you whimpered voice breaking in the room, through the cold vacant silence that fell over the two of you. he was patient with you, calm. he didn't want to scare you off or make you feel pressured, especially when you felt uncomfortable.
he was already staring at you waiting- anticipating your answer, how you feel. what's going on in that pretty little head of yours. "i just felt a little exposed", you finally admit biting through the embarrassment of telling him. but he only blinks slowly with a gentle smile on his face. "it's okay sweet girl, I understand- i just want to remind you that we're alone y'know, it's you- and i", he rambles here... thoughts catching his tongue wrestling with his thoughts to make you feel at ease.
nerves now eating away at his resolve as he brings his hands to both sides of your cheeks bringing you into a hot wet kiss. sloppy and needy, comforting in the weirdest of ways. tongue sliding in and out of your mouth coating yours with his saliva slowly melting away all your fears.
make you forget...
that was his goal for the night. but this is good, him kissing you and his length brushing against your clit is all you need right now.
"jungkook, please" a weak pathetic cry of his name fell from your lips wanting him to fuck you into oblivion. "shhhhh, I know pretty... does it hurt?" he rubs his sticky head against your wet clit once more before teasing your hole with shallow thrusts. "you're so wet, baby". he softly chuckled into your neck listening to the sticky popping noises your cunt made.
a strong grip wraps around both your plush thighs as he folds your body to give himself more access to your sopping wet pussy. shivers stream through your body as you feel him manhandle your poor used body, he hasn't even began yet and you're already weakened tremendously. "want to feel me, honey?" he whispered as sweet as he possibly could while in such an obscene position.
you nodded at once with a sweet smile on your face... mind totally gone and filled with nothing your boyfriend.
doe eyes still staring down at your form, spread open and waiting to be fucked. sometimes he couldn't believe how he'd gotten a girl as special, sweet, and beautiful as you. even while your cute cunt is squeezing around his tip leaking onto the bed sheets. he presses slowly sliding into you. instantly pushing against that spongy pad within you, you being so worked up already squirting onto him.
"so perfect for me, that's it- there you g-go", jungkook whined into your ear holding you down while his hips grinded into yours with more force. "feels that good, pretty?" he knew how to make you feel nice and warm inside while saying the nastiest things ever. he leaves wet kisses down your shoulder keeping his mouth occupied on something.
"hold em for me baby-honey... your legs..." you quickly oblige his request hooking your soft hands behind your knees as his hands roam all over your plush body. one hand stops under your shirt twisting a swollen sensitive nipple while the other spreads your slick lips below. his long slender fingers slide so deliciously against your clit it makes your entire body tingle.
"fuck baby!" you stupidly whine eyes drifting losing focus while the pleasure consumes you. his fingers continue to draw sweet patterns across your throbbing little clit. bring your closer and closer to the edge. your poor thighs trembling, failing to stay steady- "fu- please fuck me baby!!" already cock-drunk on him you become tongue-tied. speaking nonsense as your brain begins to scramble. "that's it darlin' l-let me hear how good i'm helping you feel"-
sweet honeyed sighs left your throat as he presses his forehead against the damp flushed skin of his pretty girl. tears spilled from the corners of your eyes as the feelings overtook you. your eyes become unfocused as your body is being taken by pleasure.
too much and not enough at once until jungkook begins setting a mean brutal pace. his dorky ass has the nerve to adjust his glasses before laying a harsh slap against your thigh. flashing the brightest smile at you before releasing a moan that makes your toes curl. "you feel so good, darling", he groans above you before caging you in under his wide frame.
your hands gently tug at the soft fresh smelling roots of his pretty shoulder length hair. whimpers leave you as he continues to roughly dig at that sensitive spot inside of you. urging the two of you on closer and closer to a much needed release. pent up over exams and class work uni has laid on you, this was something the two of you could relax with.
DSO Agent Leon Kennedy X DSO Agent GN AFAB Fat Reader
CW: (um⊠so much lol itâs not the main focus but does talk about the plant experience so) monsterfucking, plant monster, tentacle, EXTREMELY DEEP penetration, ok?? Ok, anal, vaginal, oral, non con, breeding, sex pollen, belly expansion, forced orgasm, overstim, other than that, sexual tension, light over the clothes touching, angst, desperate Leon, pathetic Leon, fat reader, usual resident evil warnings, content warnings are chapter specific
GETTING STEAMY NOW but like⊠barely lol, sorry
Inspired by @julymist and their YGBO series!!
You were back there again. A mildew scented, concrete room full of pipes and nozzles. Leaves lined the walls, the floor and the ceiling. Aside from the odd hiss from the machinery, the only noise in the room was the schlick schlick schlick of movement against flesh.
You werenât sure how long youâd been there. This felt unending. You couldnât remember not being there.
Your body, limp, hung suspended in the center of the room, hoisted by several sinewy vines. Three more strange hybrid vines moved evenly, sinking deeper inside of you, before dragging back again. You could feel one down your throat, and even pulled out, you thought it was likely in your stomach. Your belly hung heavy and distended. Two more snaked their way through your intestines and womb, respectively.
Mind long fucked out, you barely flinched as another orgasm forced its way through your nerves. You couldnât think. Your mind was completely occupied by thoughts of Leon.
He was waiting for you. You knew it. A white hot tempest boiled inside you, begging to be sated by him.
And then you were there, stepping into his room, racing to him, touching him. The pain that filled every cell in your body; gasped at the connection. This was right. This was meant to be. Looking down at his flushed cheeks and the adoration on his face, you could see. He was ready for it just like you.
You poised your dripping cunt over his cock. Leon reached down and lightly gripped your shoulder. He said your name, concern and confusion interrupting your moment.
He was above you? How had that happened? The edges of your vision burned red without the touch of his skin on yours. You needed him again, where had he gone?
You screamed his name, begging the void that had replaced him for answers. You were alone. In a tacky looking bed. Your body had been ignited. Where was he?
Soft fingers on your shoulder, yeah, you felt his fingers, he was coming back! You reached into the void before you, desperately searching for purchase. Your fingers grazed something, and you pulled.
Leon!
A sob tore from your throat in relief when you felt his reassuring weight on top of you. A strangled cry.
âWhat the fu-â you cut him off by wrapping yourself around him. This felt solid. Finally something real. Tears mixed with blankets and limbs. Leon was unmoving in your grip.
It took several minutes, but you started to think this wasnât a dream any longer. You realized it with body pressed as tightly as you could to his, soft rolls being contoured by hard planes. You considered pretending to stay asleep, but that would be more embarrassing.
You slowly pulled your head back, and opened your eyes. Leonâs shocking blues stared back at you from only inches away. You could feel his breath on your face.
Youâd wrapped both arms around his neck, and hitched one leg over his waist. Your other leg was comfortably nestled between his two thick thighs. There were small spots on his shirt where your tears had leaked while you buried your face in his chest.
âLe-â you started, airy and panicked.
âHey, s-sorry, you were having a nightmare, I tried to wake you up-â he cut you off.
âNo itâs ok, I guess I got confused.â you answered before he could finish.
Leon pulled one of his arms that were wrapped around your waist, to your face. His eyebrows drew together. You felt his thumb move carefully along the apple of your cheek. Forgotten tears lifted with it. You blushed, eyes dropping.
âSorry, I donât know why Iâm crying.â You used one hand to wipe your eyes. When you finished, you awkwardly tucked your arm in front of you. Leon watched you for a moment, then lightly took your wrist in his, placing it back around his neck, and on his shoulder. Neither of you said a word. Your eyes were found each other again.
âItâs ok to cry.â He said quietly. He repeated his actions on your other cheek. âDo you want to talk about it?â He asked, making your heart throb at the sweetness in his tone, until you considered talking about it.
âOHâ you exclaimed loudly, surprising both of you. âNO, uh, Iâm ok, thank you I donât need to talk about it.â You gave him a lame attempt at a smile.
âWhat was that?â He chuckled, the seriousness of the moment fading.
You could feel how hot your ears were.
âAre, are you embarrassed?â He asked so genuinely you knew it wasnât mockery. âItâs ok, you donât need to be embarrassed, everyone has nightmares.â He was so sweet and so, so stupid sometimes.
âYeah, youâre right. I donât need to be embarrassed about a nightmare, heh.â You lied poorly.
Leonâs eyes narrowed as he took in everything. Lip caught between teeth, you watched circuits in his eyes light up slowly, and soon his cheeks were glowing like yours.
Still, though, neither of you pulled away. You were pressed against him. Your cunt clenched at the closeness. It wasnât voluntary, but you swallowed, and shifted your position, just barely grinding down onto Leonâs hip that you still had your leg thrown over.
Leon breathed raggedly at the action, his eyes dropping and roaming over your intertwined bodies. When he looked back up, his pupils were wide, a similar adoration youâd dreamed of, on his face.
Maybe it WAS the dream. Or the trauma of what youâd been through, both emotionally and sexually. Maybe you were trying to reclaim what the plant had taken away from you, by forcing you to act on these very real feelings before you were ready. Maybe you were just in love with him, like youâd been for the last 7 years.
You thought it was probably the way he looked at you. And how his fingertips trembled reverently on your lower back. Leon held you firmly against him, pulling you impossibly closer. You felt his bulge press into your soft flesh. His breath hitched, and eyelashes fluttered. You thought he had never looked prettier.
Whatever it was, you knew, for the first time since youâd met the man, that he felt something for you too. So you decided to cross the line.
You pulled in your own shaky breath, and tucked an arm down from his neck, slipping it between you. Your fingers grazed his clothed length. Leon couldnât hold back a cracked whimper. You could feel yourself getting soaked at how eager he was for you.
Leon blinked slowly, then started to lean closer to you. He moved at a painstaking speed. It was both years and seconds before you felt his breath against your lips.
âLeon..â you practically breathed it, and you felt the way he throbbed against you. He still wasnât kissing you, however.
When he spoke, his voice was rough, heady. âY-youâre, you, right?â
Your chin dipped âyes, I-Iâm me.â The air hung heavy with your words, the meaning behind them.
Leonâs left hand ghosted up your spine and cradled the back of your head. Neither of you had looked away, both enthralled by the other, until his eyes dipped to your lips. Barely an inch from connection, he cracked a small smile, tinged with nerves. You felt your heart throb.
This was why you loved him. Of course he was gorgeous, but he was so good. You loved his heart. Why he would be nervous of anyone, was beyond you. But there he was, bodies as close as they could be, tangled together, and still anxious to kiss you.
An innocuous sounding trio of beeps shot ice through both yours, and Leonâs veins. You didnât speak. Both of you moved on instinct. A red alert flashed on the laptop's screen.
Hi hello, I too am a Leon fic writer. Iâm also a streamer on twitch. Iâve been slowly integrating my smut and my twitch and Iâm ready to take the next step!
Iâm making a writers discord
Itâs not suuuuper flushed out yet, but Iâm largely aiming for it to be a place where we can find support from each other, bounce ideas, maybe get feedback, but honestly mostly hang out and thirst over Leon lmao
Recently Misty (you know them as Julymist the resident YGBO writer, Iâm not tagging because it feels like weird self promo or that they were involved, anyway) has joined my twitch community and itâs been so fun to just hang out, yap about Leon and our theories and our stories. Iâd really like to continue that!
So hereâs the deal, if youâre interested, please either comment here or dm me. The server is (almost) ready, but I need more little freaks to come join me!! đ€
(You donât HAVE to be a writer, Iâll also accept moots who I know are invested in the various authorâs series!)
I am not trying to be self promoy and Iâm sorry if this put a bad taste in your mouth. Iâm looking for community, shared interests, and my twitch is just the platform.
DSO Agent Leon Kennedy X DSO Agent GN AFAB Fat Reader
CW: two idiots down bad for the other, talks about masturbating, mutual pining, being lil freaks about it, fat reader because all my readers are fat, general resident evil warnings, slow burn, desperate Leon, pathetic Leon, eventual smut, angst, miscommunication, Leon watching reader while they sleep without them knowing
IM SORRY ITS BEEN SO LONG Iâm really working on the things, and trying to rotate the parts Iâm posting!! Iâve got this, then the next part of heartbreak next door will be up in the next couple days AND (rip) Iâm working on a deaddove stalker Leon x willing victim reader AND IM SO EXCITED!! Its juicy đ„” Leonâs a certified creep
Anyway, this story đ I hope you enjoy part 4!! As always, this was inspired by @julymist and their YGBO series!! Do yourself a favor babes!!
Your heart pounded as you heard Leon shuffle to the bathroom. Why did he have to look like that?! It was seriously cruel. Especially since you knew he was beautiful everywhere.
You shook your head trying to keep your thoughts together. You were just coworkers. Thatâs the point you were making, wasnât it? That nothing had changed between you two, and you could carry on like normal. Because you could. You would.
After seeing the way he looked at you while you said so many things to him, you knew without a doubt now that Leon wasn't interested in you. That was good. You could move on finally. Bury this adolescent crush.
âI, I didnât know you felt the same w-ay I didâ
Leonâs desperate undertone played in your head again. A sound you hadnât been able to get out of your mind. What ifâŠ?
No, you couldnât allow yourself to let your imagination wander. Leon was off limits for any of several reasons.
He walked back into the room, your inner turmoil apparently having taken long enough for him to get dressed in grey sweats and a black tee shirt. You practically screamed internally at how unfair it was for him to look that good in sweats. You swore you would have looked like a gremlin. But he was still an Adonis.
Leon chuckled. âThatâs the second time thatâs happened.â He said while playfully snapping his fingers in front of your face.
You swatted his hand away. âWhatâs happened?â You defended more than asked.
âYou saw me and froze.â His brows knit together in sudden concern. âWait, uh, do you need me to give you space?â Raising his hands, he took a couple steps back from you.
You chuckled fondly. âNo, sorry, I.. I guess I just got distracted. Iâm fine.â
Of course heâs worried about you. Heâs perfect. Heâs fucking goddamn perfect.
Leon cocked his head to one side. It wasnât the first time the man had reminded you of a very cute dog. âDistracted byâŠ?â He encouraged.
Several things crossed your mind to say.
âNot sure? Some fleeting thought that Iâve lost!â
âThe void.â
âOur mission.â
âIâm just tired still I guessâ
But none of those came out of your mouth.
âLeon, I just, youâre so hot.â What the fuck?
Leon pulled up short, his cheeks reddening. A confused smile started to draw his lips up.
âNo, I mean, ok, I guess Iâm not as alright with the whole, âI had your dick in my mouth and now we are working againâ thing as I thought. Youâre right.â You started word vomiting. You didnât even know the end goal. Were you confessing your feelings? Were you backing out of the mission? Were you backing out of your partnership? Maybe.
âAnd then I show up here, determined to get back to normal, and youâre there,â you gestured to his midsection âshirtless, and g-glisteningâ Leon winced at the memory. âI just, I donât know what to do, or how to act.â You tried to catch his eyes, and after a moment he let you. âI just want to forget any of this happened and go back to normal, Leon. Is that possible?â
He took a second longer than you expect to answer. But after the brief pause, and something that looked like a wince, he nodded. âYeah, of course.â Leon spoke roughly with an edge you didnât understand
You pushed a smile that almost felt real and motioned to the computer behind you. âGreat. Um, wanna make sure I didnât miss anything?â
~
You and Leon worked in shifts. You each slept about 6 hours of the day, which left the other 12 spent together, always. If it were someone else, youâd kill them. But thatâs why you and Leon were partners. You could spend these long periods in high stress, life or death situations. Not that this was life or death. More like edged to death.
The man was always there. Right next to you. Orbiting you. Youâd been in close quarters before but this was different. There was a thick layer of sexual tension right under the surface, and Leon seemed to be doing his best to dance all over it.
The closeness that had always felt comfortable, now felt charged and stifling. You get up to make coffee? Heâs penned you in against the counter reaching for the cream cause âIâll have one too.â You bend over the desk to get a better look at the cameras on screen? Heâs rubbing up against your ass because thereâs not a lot of room, with a quick âexcuse meâ, and a hot flush crawling over your skin.
And showering. Gods save you, the showering. Did he always shower twice a day, then walk around with only a towel loosely around his waist for an hour because "I like to air dryâ?!?! You think youâd remember that. At this point you were always wet.
The only saving grace of the showers was Leon took forever. You had a solid hour alone while he did all his skin and hair care. As embarrassing as it was, you would spend every second that you could of it, tangled in the sheets that smelled like him. Your fingers between your thighs, expertly rubbing out as many orgasms as you could handle before overstimulation threatened to raise your volume to dangerous levels.
When you heard the bathroom fan turn off, youâd know he was almost done. It gave you just enough time to straighten the bed, and slip back into your seat at the computer.
It was one such moment, you were 3 and a half days in to the assignment. Leon had showered, after sleeping. You had just came in the bed 3 times while trying not scream his name. Missions had always been like this. You both knew that humans had needs, he probably jerked off when you slept or showered or something too⊠but it just felt so dirty now. It felt like you were using him, and you kind of were.
You fidgeted with a pen, doodling little bubbles all over a cheap motel pad. The bathroom door cracked open, and after a second, humid air rushed over your back, making your already flushed skin feel fiery.
Leon made an exaggerated yawn and stretch noise. âAlright, looks like itâs your turn for some shut eye.â He sauntered towards you. You couldnât see it, with your back turned, but you knew. He was being so damn cocky?!
You turned and nearly swore. The towel he wore was slung even lower than normal. SOMEHOW. Light brown hair peeked over the edge, framed by hard lines of muscle. You glared at his face pointedly and he smiled back at you. âOh, sorry, the bathroom gets so humid here, you know, and I need to finish-â Leon started
âAir drying, yeah I know.â You finished and shoved your way past him. It was childish. You knew that, but you just couldnât take the smug bastards teasing. And you didnât understand it either. It seemed to really start after you told him you thought he was hot. Was he flirting? Why were you so bad at this shit??
You made a quick retreat to the bathroom, a low chuckle just making it through the door before you closed it. He was enjoying this. You groaned and glared at your reflection. You were so sure after the faces he made while you were in the infirmary, that he was disgusted by you. But the way he was acting now, and that one thing he said, kept playing. How he didnât know you felt the same.
The mature thing to do would be to ask him. But the consequences of that were too high. Your entire working relationship, the well oiled machine youâd developed, hung in the balance.
You splashed cold water on your face instead of dealing with your feelings. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe the next day. Maybe one day youâd deal with things. But for now, you wanted to sleep.
After changing and washing your face you headed back to the small bed youâd just been in, red creeping up your neck and cheeks. Leon leaned, still barely clothed, half sitting on the edge of the desk. His arms were crossed. You felt his eyes follow you to the bed.
âHave a good sleep.â His voice was deep, husky, and you groaned internally. HOW WERE YOU SUPPOSED TO SLEEP 3 FEET AWAY FROM THAT??
âThanks.â You clipped. The blankets were over your head in a moment, and soon you could just hear the odd shuffle as Leon moved around.
You could sleep. Yeah. You just had to focus and forget the man at the foot of your bed. Yeah. Easy.
~
The only light came from the laptop monitor. It was enough for Leon to just see your form through the kitschy comforter on the bed. The bed that smelled like you. The whole room smelled like you. He was going crazy.
He was acting crazy too.
âLeon, I just, youâre so hot.â
Heâd be lying if he said a single second had passed since youâd said that, where he couldnât hear it playing like a beautiful lullaby in his mind. 3 and a half days heâd been selfishly enjoying the newfound knowledge that you were physically attracted to him. He knew it didnât go past that. He had lived enough life and been told enough times, to sort of accept it. He knew he was conventionally attractive.
So here, where no one else could see, and you couldnât be embarrassed by it, he thrived on flustering you. Leon kept telling himself, it was just for this mission. Just in this hotel room. Heâd play with you, in the only way heâd get to again.
It was harmless. Yeah. It was harmless, he thought, while watching your sleeping body for close to 4 hours now.
Leon adjusted himself in his pants for the 100th time. Having you so close, the flirting, your blush, the way your eyes widened when you looked at him, it kept him in a permanent state of half chub. He started showering twice a day now, just to have a second breath of privacy. He would spend about 20 minutes of it on hygiene, and the rest with a towel in his mouth and a fist on his cock.
How was he going to make it a whole week?
Leon breathed in time with you. He didnât mean to. It was habit. He threw a glance over his shoulder at the screen, and the cameras you were monitoring. Nothing. Just like earlier, and last night, and yesterday morning. It was becoming clear the intelligence was wrong. This facility hadnât lit up. But a week of surveillance was protocol. Then youâd both visit the site directly for a thorough physical investigation.
After, youâd go home. Youâd have a few days off. He wouldnât see you. When he did next, it would be in the office, as coworkers. It would be reality. Youâd be his partner, someone he was supposed to be honest with. Someone he wasnât supposed to love.
He knew this fantasy he was frantically holding onto, this week of flirtation and tension, was dangerous and unhealthy. He knew. He would give anything to be a stronger man, strong enough to leave you alone.
He would leave you alone. Heâd already decided. Despite it hurting worse than any wound heâd taken, he would get over you. Heâd realized somewhere in all this, he always had a little bit of hope. Hope that you loved him, that you wanted him. Hope that something would crack the glass case heâd placed around you in his mind and youâd finally be together.
But you told him. You told him thatâs not what you wanted. You were explicit this time.
âI just want to forget any of this happened and go back to normal, Leon. Is that possible?â
Normal. Normal was him pining silently, praying he retired before you ever found someone else. It was comfortable and safe. It was a lie. Where none of this was tactile and youâd laugh at his jokes forever. He wanted normal too.
Thatâs why, he promised himself again, Leon would only allow this one week of bliss, before returning to normal.
His thoughts were interrupted by a soft whimper. Your soft whimper. He felt his pants tighten and a wave of nausea rolled over him. You were probably having a nightmare, and he was getting hard?!
He turned to face the monitor, hoping it was a one off, but he wasnât so lucky. It sounded like you were crying. Leonâs knee bounced in time with his fingers tapping the desk. Should he wake you up?
Small movements joined the gentle sobs and he looked back you, covered in the blanket, curled into a tight ball now. He didnât mean to stand up. You were probably scared, thatâs why you curled up.
He should wake you up.
A few hesitant steps took him to the side of your shared bed. Leon debated ways to wake someone up. He said your name, quietly, trying not to startle you, while lightly squeezing your shoulder.
âLeon?!â Your voice cracked out, thick with sleep, rough and uncontrolled. Before he had a chance to explain, you grabbed the hand on your shoulder, and pulled him into the bed on top of you.
