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Last Nerve

RE9 Leon x Fem coworker reader (SMUT MDNI!!)

Synopsis: You and Leon were notorious for being the office hot heads, always sent on missions together yet never being able to stand one another. After one particularly bad mission however, you find yourselves at each other’s throats…in a couple of different ways. 👀

CW: coworkers, sort of enemies to lovers dynamic? Cursing, name calling, brief mention of alcoholism, office romance, reader is AFAB, age gap, (reader is in mid 20s and Leon is 49) slight yearning, denial, brief mention of daddy issues, dom/sub themes, brat/brat tamer themes, praise, degradation, car sex, spanking, fingering, p in v, fluff/crack ending, potential grammar/spelling errors

A/N: wanted to try something a little different so apologies if it isn’t very good or is a little too ooc but I do hope you enjoy! My ask box is always open and I’d love to take requests for Leon if you all have any! 🙏

When you and Leon returned to the office from your mission, it was like two giant storm clouds had rolled in and infiltrated the building. The mission itself was a complete and total shit show, made even worse by the clashing dynamic you and Leon shared. To say that you both butt heads on the regular would be putting it lightly. You despised one another, both too stubborn to ever even think of changing your ways in order to work together properly. The job always got done regardless, but that didn’t mean either of you enjoyed it. Yet they would still pair you together anyway, always sending you out on the field with him as if it was some kind of sick joke. They couldn’t care less about your petty squabbles amongst each other, on the reports all the DSO saw was a job done and a job done well at that. That’s all that mattered to them so why would they attempt to fix something they didn’t know was even broken to begin with?

“Thank fuck, was starting to think we’d never make it back” you said with much agitation in your tone as you both walked into the building, hearing him scoff beside you while you both impatiently waited for the elevator to descend to your floor. “And what’s that supposed to mean?” He asked with brows furrowed together in inquiry, only further emphasizing the wrinkles adorning his forehead as he looked at you. He watched you roll your eyes, paired with a heavy sigh in annoyance as the elevator dinged, signaling its arrival. “Means your driving sucks” you answered rather sharply as you rudely pushed past him to get inside first, making him roll his eyes and shake his head as he had no choice but to follow behind. “Whatever. If you hate it so much, you drive next time then” he responded as he all but smashed the button to close the doors and take you where you both needed to go, making you scoff a laugh. He swore it grated against his ears, rubbing every nerve in his body the wrong way. “I’ll do one better, I’ll get a fucking cab. Then I won’t have to be around you anymore than I already have to” you said as you crossed your arms over your chest, leaning against the railing and side wall farthest from him as possible. “Brat…” he sneered under his breath, making you glare at him. “Heard that, asshole” you snapped back. “Good” he replied, leaving you to stew even further in your frustrations.

Maybe you should’ve taken the next elevator, some peace and quiet would’ve been nice.

After an excruciatingly long elevator ride with the grumpiest motherfucker you swear you’d ever met, you pushed your way out through the doors the second they’d opened wide enough. “A simple fucking “excuse me” wouldn’t kill you every once in a while, you know” Leon griped, making you huff an annoyed laugh. “For you? Oh, it definitely would. Maybe just stay out of the way and it wouldn’t be a problem” you spat as you marched towards the break room on a very important mission to fix yourself a much needed cup of coffee. “Hey! You’re back!” Claire said with excitement and relief upon seeing you both enter the room, safe and in one piece. Much to the opposing party’s dismay. “Yep! No thanks to that one though. Still can’t figure out why they seem to think it’s a good idea to put an alcoholic behind the wheel” you chided, your comment making the room fall silent whilst you stormed over to the coffee pot and poured yourself a cup of coffee before gesturing towards Leon from over your shoulder. “I’m right here” he grumbled, snatching the pot from your hand as you were beginning to set it back, hoping to allot you a taste of your own medicine before he poured himself a cup of coffee, earning a harsh grimace from you as he did so. Damn did it feel good too, he could almost grin with pride. *“Good”* You said pointedly, mimicking his line from earlier in the elevator as you moved to the side to add your sugar and creamer to get it just how you like. “You two ever going to get along?” Jill asked as she sat at the table, halfway amused by your borderline schoolyard display of cattiness. “Maybe when hell freezes over…” Leon answered gruffly, making you scoff in reply as you stood brooding in the farthest corner from the older man. “You two sure know how to bicker like an old married couple” Sherry added with a half chuckle as she sat across from Jill, making you both look to each other as those words were spoken before exchanging a mutual look of repulsion at the mere thought.

“Eww, as if” you replied before taking a sip of your coffee, trying to wash the bad taste from your mouth at the thought of such a thing. “Feel sorry for the poor bastard that does put a ring on that finger, he’s in for a real treat” Leon quipped sarcastically, finding a wall opposite of you so he too could brood while maintaining as much distance between you as possible. “Oh, fuck you!” You hissed as you looked him up and down in disgust, making him grin smugly. “You wish, sweetheart” he replied as he took a sip of his own coffee, enjoying the disgruntled groan that left you from his reply. “Well I certainly feel sorry for whatever woman is stupid enough to say yes to you. She’s in for a world of disappointment” you snapped back, an evil grin twitching to your lips as the next words came to mind, leaving your lips before you could even think to stop them. Not that you really wanted to anyway. “Bet you can’t even get it up anymore, old man. Probably why you’re so fuckin’ grumpy all the time, haven’t gotten your dick wet in decades ‘cause it doesn’t work” you chided, making him roll his eyes at your petty reply as everyone in the room seemed to be entertained by your back and forth exchange of insults. “Wow, how original. But I guess it’s bold of me to assume you’d come up with something actually witty” he quipped back, making Jill laugh. Dammit, she was supposed to be on your side. “God, you two are a treat. I give it a week tops before you finally jump each other’s bones” she said, making Sherry grin. “No way! I give it three days. Easy” she bet, looking to Claire next. “I don’t think they’ll make it another twenty-four hours” Claire added with a smirk of her own, joining Sherry and Jill at the table. “Let’s just hope they at least make it out of the building first…” Jill said, making all three of them laugh amongst each other as you and Leon stood there speechless.

Betrayed, by your own friends. How dare they?

“Okay, fuck all of you” you said, gesturing to the whole room with your pointer finger but they knew there was no true malice behind your words. “Oh, please. You both act so high and mighty but if you’d actually step back and look at yourselves, you two would be really cute together” Sherry said boldly, earning nods of agreement from both Jill and Claire. You felt your face heat up for a moment while you curled in on yourself, practically hiding behind your cup of coffee now that most of the room appeared to be against you. “Cute, someone actually thinking about it over there? Don’t get too lost in the day dream, princess” Leon piped up, teasing you with a grin and a slight tilt of his head that made you grit your teeth. “Oh I bet you’d like that wouldn’t you? But no, I was busy day dreaming of smashing your stupid fucking face in” you bit venomously in reply, making him chuckle at how worked up you were now. Face flushed, eyes avoiding his even more than usual. If he didn’t know any better, he’d almost say you were bluffing. “Whatever you say, sweetheart” he added nonchalantly with a shrug as he took a sip of his coffee. You hated when he called you nicknames like that. Hated it because it was coming from him, meaning that they were most definitely not intended to be endearing, yet for some reason they still managed to make you feel something.

You hated that part the most.

Hated that fuzzy feeling it would give you in the pit of your stomach, hated the way it would bring a blush to your cheeks that you’d have to fight so hard to hide so he wouldn’t take notice. Loathed how it would still linger with you for hours, sometimes days even after it was said, just festering in the back of your mind on repeat. It shouldn’t do the things to you that it does. Something so simple, and typically condescending, from someone who got on your every last nerve.

So why were you even thinking about it?

“You’re so full of yourself. You think just because you have pretty blue eyes and muscles and stupidly nice hair that every girl is supposed to drop to their knees to fawn over you? Well I’ll gladly be the first to burst your bubble” You snapped, making him grin just a little wider. He could tell he was getting under your skin, finally having a chance to turn the treatment you usually gave him back onto you for once and he was definitely enjoying it. “Oh, careful there; think that’s the closest thing to a compliment you’ve ever given me” he quipped in return, making you roll your eyes with a groan as you threw away your now empty coffee cup before storming out of the room. Not before yelling “fuck off and DIE!” dramatically as you left, a flush burning in your cheeks as you headed towards your desk to bury yourself with work and forget all about this conversation.

Or so you’d hoped.

Just as you were storming out Chris was entering the break room, looking in your direction as you’d left. Shock and confusion were written all over his face at the scene he’d just managed to catch the tail end of. “What was that all about?” He asked the girls, gesturing towards the doorway with a quirked brow in confusion. “Probably the closest thing I’d ever seen to flirting come from those two” Jill answered, making Chris laugh. “About time, they really should just hook up already if they haven’t yet. They’ve got so much tension going on that it even stresses me out” Chris chimed in as he looked in the fridge for the food he brought with him that morning. “*Still* right here” Leon grumbled once again, making Chris stand up and turn to see him standing in the corner, still nursing his cup of coffee. “Oh shit, hey” was all that Chris could come up with in response, offering an awkward wave and making the girls all laugh as Leon sighed.

He’d never admit it but he hated that they were all right, that he’d thought about pursuing you for far too long now. All in private of course. He couldn’t have you catching on, thinking that you’d won him over and let your ego inflate any bigger than it already was. You were rude, got on his nerves in every which way and did so every chance you possibly could. Yet he couldn’t deny the fact that he’d lie awake at night, fisting his cock to the thought of fucking all that attitude out of you and did so far more often than he’d care to admit to. How he’d have you on your knees putting your loud, sassy mouth to better use choking on his dick, or how he’d fuck you so hard you’d be too cock drunk to come up with anything snarky or witty in response. Too busy screaming his name in pure ecstasy to say or think of anything else but him. How he’d so happily prove your earlier assumption wrong about his libido, even if it was for nothing else than to see the look of blatant shock on your face.

He was convinced all you needed was to be put in your place and he’d happily do so.

Meanwhile, you were sitting at your desk trying your absolute hardest to focus on finishing your report and struggling to do so. Your hands carded through your hair, pinching the bridge of your nose as a slight headache began to ebb behind your eyes. You were tense, you could feel it. Whether it was the residual adrenaline from the mission you’d just returned from, the whole interaction you’d had in the break room, or the both combined, you weren’t sure. But one thing you were sure of, was that you were distracted. Watching the cursor on your computer screen blink as you tried your hardest to come up with the proper words to type, all while fighting off thoughts that shouldn’t have even been on your mind in the first place. It was beginning to make you feel as if your own mind was mocking you and truthfully? It had you at your wits end. You leaned back in your chair with an exasperated groan, covering your face as you fought against all the tension in your body, wanting to get this done and out of the way as soon as possible while everything was fresh still so you could go home. Yet the only thing on the forefront of your mind at the moment was the very man you’d just been bickering with in the break room. How maybe it wouldn’t be as terrible as you make it out to be to be with him. That maybe he’d treat you better than the men your age who never seem to have their lives together. How, despite all your insults, he was pretty handsome. He certainly was the nicest looking out of every other guy here.

Why weren’t you sick to your stomach at the thought?

“Ugh, what is wrong with me?” You couldn’t help but yourself. Maybe it was the fact that you were stressed, maybe it was because you hadn’t had a good fuck in a while so you were just really pent up. In reality? It’s because deep down, despite all your nasty words, despite all the attitude you’d throw his way, you wanted him. You always have. You just couldn’t bring yourself to admit it. Not to yourself and certainly not to him.

Was it wrong? Probably, he’s a year shy of being twice your age and is your coworker, your partner even. Hell, how were you supposed to even know if he’d felt the same way? What if he actually did hate your guts? You were certain every girl in the office probably had eyes for him, for all you know you may not even be his type. Bold of you to assume you’d be anything special just because you get paired together for missions. So to guard yourself from any potential disappointment, you just treated him coldly. No room for getting your hopes up to be let down, no showing him any vulnerability. But you were getting tired of acting this way, of putting up the front that you didn’t like him because it was getting harder and harder with each mission to deny it. You groaned to yourself once again as you found yourself falling down this rabbit hole of mental turmoil. Why did they have to go and say anything to get you thinking about this? And why did it have to be the one man in the office who was the hardest to read?

By the time the day was over you’d managed to finish putting your field report together, meaning you could finally go home, relax and not have to think about it anymore. After getting all of your things together, you slung your bag over your shoulder and made your way to the elevator to head down to the parking garage. It seemed your luck never ran out however, because just as the doors to the elevator were closing, a hand stopped them. Followed by an arm, a shoulder and then finally the muscular frame of the man responsible for keeping you a few moments longer from reaching your car to get home.

That man was none other than your partner, and the last person you wanted to physically face in this moment, Leon Kennedy.

“Jesus, are you fucking following me everywhere now?” You asked in a sour tone, tapping your foot impatiently against the tiles beneath you as he made his way inside, watching you press the door close button over and over to keep anyone else from entering. “Don’t flatter yourself. It’s almost like the parking garage has other people who park there too” he snapped back at you as you both assumed your usual positions, backs resting against adjacent walls like you would anytime you were stuck in a room together. The thick tension that resided between you fell over you both once more, leaving the elevator to feel even tighter and more cramped than usual. You folded your arms over your chest once again, a grimace pulling to your lips as the elevator once again seemed to take forever to get you where you were trying to go. “Whatever, asshole” you hissed in response. Little did you know that little comment would be the last straw on his resolve.

You watched as he stood up and leaned over you, pushing himself into your personal bubble to harshly press the emergency stop button on the elevator, getting it to abruptly stop in place. The lights and mechanical whirring that once hummed softly within now laid completely silent in their powered off state. There was nothing filling the tight, quiet space of the elevator now but you and Leon. “Hey! Are you nuts? What the fuck are you doing?? I’m trying to get home!” You complained, looking at him with a mix of agitation, confusion and concern as he stood there with his arms crossed over his chest again. He was so close to you now that you could see the way his biceps bulged beneath the sleeves of his quarter zip, far too aware now of how it clung to his torso like it was a second layer of skin. “Stopping this thing so you’ll actually talk to me like a fucking adult” he answered, taking you back for a second at the intense look in his piercing blue eyes. Shit, he was serious. “So you think cornering me in an elevator I can’t get out of is gonna make me want to talk to you anymore than I already don’t want to? Sound logic there, Kennedy. You really know how to make a woman feel safe” you snapped defensively, watching him clench his jaw in agitation at your attitude. You’d been in worse situations, far more dangerous ones than this to be certain, especially with him. Yet the longer you were stuck there with him, the more the air in the cramped elevator had started to turn stiflingly warm. Not because there was no air coming in but because the tension between you was beginning to reach its peak. You caught a faint whiff of the cologne all the women in the office would swoon over, understanding a little more why they would. It was woodsy and leathery, mixed together with the scent of gunpowder and metal in a way that was so uniquely his. You had no doubt it was likely as expensive as the rest of his tastes were but you hated that you liked it so much, that you wanted to smell more of it. Wanted to have it clinging to your clothes, your bed sheets and skin to make them all jealous. Jealous, that he chose you over any of them. Jealous, that you not only get to work with him but fuck him too. You hated it because the more you thought about it, the more you started to sound like you were just desperate for his attention. Desperate for an ounce of his affections pointed your way. Maybe it was time to wake up and face the facts.

That was exactly what you wanted.

“Okay, for fuck’s sake what is your problem with me?” he asked, voice gravely and deep as it reverberated off the metallic walls of the elevator. He’d bickered with you a plethora of times before but never scolded you or yelled at you. You were always the one biting his ankles with some complaint laced in catty attitude but now? He barked back, only much louder. He exuded authority and you had absolutely no idea how to react. Well, no idea how to react normally to it anyway because the heat you were feeling beginning to pool in the pit of your stomach right now, would certainly constitute as anything but a normal reaction. How were you even supposed to answer his question in this state? What were you supposed to say?

”My problem is that you’re hot and I don’t know how to tell you I have a thing for you”?

Or maybe; “My problem is I want to fuck you just like every other woman in this office does”?

Or better yet; “My problem is I like you but I’m scared you don’t feel the same way”

Yeah, right.

Of course you couldn’t say those things, you’d be risking more than just your pride at that point but your job too while you were at it. But you had to come up with something and come up with it fast. You couldn’t let him stand there and think he had the upper hand. “My problem? You’re the one always going on about how I’m getting on your nerves!” You replied defensively, voice raised a tad in show of your frustration. From not only him but with fighting your inner thoughts too. “You do because of shit like this! You give me this bratty attitude all the time and for what?” He asked, genuinely wanting to know why you treated him the way you did. You weren’t this way with anyone else in the office from what he could tell, it was always just him. What made him so intolerable? So unbearable that you’d rather be as far away from him in any room you were in together or take separate means of transportation when you were going to the same place.

Shit, now what were you supposed to say to that?

“I don’t know, because I just want you to like me?” or “Because I have daddy issues, can’t you tell?” Yeah, that definitely wouldn’t cut it. For once you were beyond words and what he’d ask you next certainly didn’t help you come up with any either. “Are you that desperate for my attention? That desperate for a reaction out of me, is that it?” He asked as he loomed closer to you now, practically towering over you with his hulking frame. It should have been infuriating, should have been intimidating, maybe scary even, yet it wasn’t. It only served to make that feeling of excitement brewing in the pit of your stomach grow even stronger. “I…” you tried to get out but still couldn’t find the words. You had a million words running through your mind in that moment, yet you were unsure if any of them were the right ones to say. It was hard to think when he was bombarding your personal space the way he was, with the way his eyes looked as if they were eating you alive. Your mind was short circuiting. “Where’d all that attitude go, princess? Can’t deny it so you won’t fight it, is that it? Did I finally crack your whole charade?” He asked as he leaned in closer to you, as if he was challenging you to defy him.

That’s when something in you snapped. If words wouldn’t come out to your defense, maybe actions could.

You just prayed this would work out in your favor.

Your hands reached up to cup his stubbled face, pulling him down into a rough, heated kiss. You could hear him take a sharp, deep breath in as your lips connected with his, like he’d been waiting for years for you to do this. For one of you to reach your breaking point so that this moment would finally happen. His hands were on you in an instant, fingers digging into the material of your shirt while he grasped at your sides like he was afraid you’d disappear if he ever let go. He pulled you up against him as he groaned deeply into your kiss, leaving you to melt into his every touch. The kiss you shared was messy in every sense of the word, a carnal clash of teeth and tongue as you desperately pawed at one another like feral animals in heat. Soft moans, pants and the wet smack of your lips together filled the otherwise silent elevator. “You wanna know what my problem is? My problem is that you’re stupidly fucking hot and I’ve wanted you for way too damn long now. Happy?” you admitted breathlessly between feverish kisses, making him grin against your lips like he’d just won the lottery as the words left your mouth. “Think I need to hear you say that again actually, didn’t have my phone recording that time to catch it all” he teased making you laugh, actually laugh at his response. “Fuck you” you replied into it while swatting at his chest, albeit with no actual zeal behind it but still a faint hint of your usual cattiness rested in your tone, a soft grin stretching to your lips as you kissed him again. “Thought you’d never ask” he replied brazenly into it, making you laugh at how cheesy of a line it was before his hands roughly explored along your body, leaving you to gasp as they traveled beneath your shirt to finally skim along your sensitive skin.

“Maybe not in the elevator though, think the cameras still work even if it’s shut off” you said, making him pull ever so slightly away for a moment to look up at the camera with you as you still clung to him. “Someone not a risk taker?” he teased with a grin, his fingers trailing along your skin pleasantly, lighting your nerves on fire. “You know damn well I’m a risk taker! I just also happen to like being able to pay my bills” you responded, making him chuckle as he got the elevator up and working again to take you both down to the parking garage. “But you can still kiss me…or whatever” you said in a flustered, almost pouty tone as he parted from you, making him grin at you smugly. Oh he was eating this shit up. “So needy, and here I thought you hated me” he replied, his hands coming back to rest along your sides, rubbing soothing shapes into your skin as he stood so close to you, yet way too far. “I do hate you. Hate you and your handsome face, and all your stupid muscles and your pretty eyes…” you said, making him chuckle as you looped your arms around his neck. “Oh yeah? Hate the way I kiss you too?” He asked as he kissed you again, only this time kissing you with a softer, more intimate intensity than before, making you hum into it as your fingers threaded through his dirty blonde locks. “Mmh…hate that the most. Hate it so fucking much” you spoke against his intoxicating lips with a sly grin, your words a direct contrast to how you really felt but he knew. He knew you all too well. And that was something you certainly didn’t hate.

When you’d both made it down to the parking garage he gestured you to leave through the doors first, taking notice of the way that for once, you weren’t pushing past him to do so before he followed closely behind you. “Think you can tolerate my driving long enough for me to take you back to mine?” He asked with a soft, teasing grin stretched to his lips as his hard body caged you in against the driver’s side of his Porsche. “And here I thought you were a risk taker, Leon. What’s wrong with starting in the back seat?” You asked with a mischievous smirk, your hands traversing along his chest, fingers toying with the zipper of his shirt as a challenging look rested in your gaze. Now that was more of what he was expecting from you. He gave a chuckle as he leaned forward. “Back seat. Now.” he ordered with a squeeze to your hip, making you bite your lip as a shudder ran through you at the feel of his breath against your neck. You watched him open the door for you, your excited giggle morphing into a surprised yelp as he smacked your ass while you hurriedly climbed into the back seat. He wasted no time getting in after you, closing the door behind him as his hulking frame hovered over yours. “So impatient, you’d rather be spread out on my back seat and treated like a desperate whore than let me take you home and fuck you” he said as his lips littered your neck with searing kisses, your hands once again finding their way into his hair as you sighed blissfully. You couldn’t help the moan that left you as his teeth found a rather sensitive spot, nipping and leaving a small but dark bruise in place to ensure you wouldn’t forget what transpired here. “If I’d have known all this time that you had a thing for me, I’d have fixed that bratty attitude of yours a long time ago” he continued, sliding his hands beneath your shirt to help you lift it up over your head, chucking it haphazardly into the front seat with your bra trailing right after. “Look at these gorgeous tits…” he complimented vulgarly and almost breathlessly as he brought his lips to one of your pebbles nipples, earning a soft but sweet moan from you in response. “Fuck, Leon…” you moaned, arching your back from the door to press against him as the lewd sound of him sucking filling the quiet. He groaned into you at the sound of you moaning his name. “Sound so pretty saying my name like that, say it again” he replied.

He let off of you with a wet *pop!* before switching to your other breast, allotting it the same treatment. “Leon, please…” you begged this time, making him chuckle as he looked up at you, drinking in the way your skin had flushed and your eyes were blown wide with lust. How your breathing was already staggering, your lips all glossy and swollen from him kissing you and you biting them. “Please what, baby? Am I not giving you what you want? Need even more of my attention?” He asked in a condescending tone that made you squeeze your thighs together, a whine escaping you as he stopped. “Be a good girl and use your words. Maybe then you’ll get what you want” he continued as he trailed his hand up along your thigh, sending electricity coursing through your veins. “Touch me, please…” you begged but it wasn’t enough, he wanted- no he needed to hear you tell him exactly what you wanted him to do to you. “Need me to touch you? Where, baby?” He asked, but it seemed he wasn’t getting that from you in words like he wanted, not when you’d grabbed his hand and placed it right between your legs instead. A small show of defiance that was all too familiar coming from you. “There” you challenged, making him grin. It’s a start. He worked at the button of your pants before slipping his hand past the waistband and down over your soaked underwear. “Fuck baby, you’re so wet for me already. Want me that bad?” He asked with a smug grin, making you roll your eyes at him. “Oh shut up” you responded flustered by how worked up you were, making him grab at the band of your underwear and pull it back, allowing it to snap against your skin making you yelp. “Play nice and you’ll get what you want, or did you forget already?” He replied in a more domineering tone, making you squirm beneath his authoritative gaze. “Say you’re sorry” he ordered as his lips hovered just out of reach, fingers so close to where you needed them that it made you ache. “Fuck, ‘m sorry daddy..” you whined, not meaning to let the last word slip. Now you were even more flustered, covering your face after the words had slipped from your lips, scared to see his expression twist in some form of disgust.

Oh but it was quite the opposite.

His grin only widened at your plea, his cock throbbing even harder in his jeans as he moved your hands away from your face. “Good girl, begging for me all pretty. Say it again” he said before rubbing your aching clit in tight circles, leaving you to lean your head back against the window and moan. “Daddy, please…make me feel good” you moaned breathlessly, earning a pleased groan from him as he worked you with his fingers, switching between perfect patterns along your clit and scissoring you open with his middle and ring fingers. It had been so long since anything made you feel this good, already leaving you feeling like you were on cloud nine from just his fingers alone. “See? Not so hard to play nice now is it?” He said, making you whine as the obscene squelch of his fingers fucking you began to fill the car. He watched as your eyes fluttered shut, moans raising in pitch just a tad as the pads of his fingers brushed past that spongy bundle of nerves inside of you. “Fuck, right there…don’t stop, please” you begged, mouth agape and brows furrowed in pleasure as you started rolling your hips ever so slightly against his hand to get more of that delicious friction you’d craved. Feeling him rub that spot and your clit brush against the heel of his palm. “Look at you fucking yourself on my hand like a desperate slut. Dripping all over my fingers like a bitch in heat” he chastised, making you moan at his nasty words and the way he was working you open so perfectly. “‘m so close…!” You panted in warning, looking up to see a mischievous grin rise to his lips that made your stomach twist in knots. It was the kind of look that bode really good for you, or really bad.

You whined pathetically as he pulled them from you, leaving you teetering on the edge just to fall back down. “What the fuck? I was right there…” you bit in frustration, looking like a total wreck beneath him from just his fingers alone. After all this time, all the headaches you’d caused him, he couldn’t just let you off the hook that easy. “Not yet. Want you to cum on my cock” he said, making you bite your lip as you nodded your head, watching him work at getting his belt and pants off. His ego soared through the roof watching your jaw drop slightly at the sight of him even through his boxers. “Oh fuck…” you whispered beneath your breath. “What was that about not being able to get it up anymore, princess?” He asked, bringing your hand to stroke along the outline of him through his boxers, leaving you to hum and grin. “I knew that’d get to you” you replied smugly, squeezing him through the fabric and earning a deep grunt from him. “Fuck, should shove it down your pretty throat and make you choke on it. Make you eat those words” he said, making you giggle as he brought them down and off as well, indulging you with the sight of it bobbing up and smacking against the skin just below his naval. “And why don’t you?” You challenged in a seductive tone, making him grin as he lifted one of your legs up, teasing his length through your soaked folds. “Because you’d like it far too much if I did that. Only good girls get what they want and you’re being awfully bratty still” he answered, making you sigh each time his tip would bump your clit, allotting you a little friction but never enough to provide relief. “That’s okay, think I know just the fix” he said before lining himself up and pushing inside.

If you thought his fingers alone had felt good before, you were in heaven now. Head back against the window, one leg propped up as he fucked you into the back seat. You didn’t care if anyone could hear your moans or cries of his name, hell you’d be shocked if the car wasn’t moving from the punishing pace he’d set, giving away what you two were up to even from a distance. “Fuck!! Leon!” You cried out, one hand gripping the seat beneath you and the other on his back, nails biting into his skin as you clung to him. “Was this all you needed? Huh? All this time…fuck- just needed me to fuck that bratty attitude out of you?” He asked, making you whine as you shook your head yes. That wasn’t enough for him however, he needed to hear you say it. “Use your words” he demanded, landing another smack to your ass as he said it, leaving you to moan pathetically at the pleasurable sting. “Yes!! Wanted it so bad, oh!” You replied, feeling his tip bullying your cervix at this angle with each harsh thrust. He left no room for you to think of anything else, just him. Not that you wanted to anyway, even if you could, not with the way he was fucking you at such a dizzying pace. “Shit baby, gripping me so tight ‘s like this cunt was made for me” he said between groans, looking down at where your bodies were joined together, watching himself disappear inside of you only to come back out covered in your slick. “Listen to her, all that for me sweetheart?” He asked, momentarily slowing his pace so that he wouldn’t finish too quickly and so you could hear just how wet you were. “Mmh…all for you, always for you” you admitted, making him groan once more as he leaned down to kiss you once again, picking up his pace a little more.

“Pretty girl…wanted to do this for so long, you know that?” He asked, dragging his kisses down your jaw to your neck, making you whine at the feel of his stubble scratching pleasantly against your skin. “Me too” you admitted breathlessly, your hands coming to his back to cling to him even further. “Never knew how to tell you…” you added, making him chuckle. “‘s okay baby, I’ve got you” he assured, pulling back ever so slightly to watch your gorgeous tits bounce in time with his thrusts. “Daddy…” you whimpered, hiding your face in the crook of his neck in embarrassment as he reduced you to such a submissive state. Yet it felt so good you couldn’t bring yourself to really care, blow to your ego be damned. He groaned once again at the name, feeling your walls begin to tighten around him signaling that you were close. “Wanna cum so bad, please…” you begged, words slightly muffled against his skin. “Cum for me sweetheart, I’ve got you” he assured, listening to your moans raise higher in pitch and grow closer together as he brought you over the edge. “Leon..!” You let out as your back keened from the leather seat, sticky from your sweat and your nails dig into his back, leaving puffy red streaks down the expanse of his skin as your orgasm surged through you. “Fuck, good girl” he complimented, his hips stuttering at the feel of you gripping him so tight and pulsing around him.

“Fuck, so tight…sucking me in like that. You’re making it hard to think about pulling out” he said, making you giggle as you looked up at him with that ever familiar sparkle of mischief in your eyes. “Then don’t. Know you wanna stay” you said with a sly grin, looking up at him through half lidded eyes, making him groan. “Dangerous words, baby” he added, making you bite your lip with another giggle as you trapped him in with your legs. You knew he had enough strength to break your hold on him if he really wanted to, but his resolve was far too weak for you. After all, how could he think of pulling out when you were so warm, so tight, so perfect wrapped around him like this. “Told you I’m a risk taker” you teased with an even wider grin as he kissed you, thrusting into you a few more times before spilling inside of you with a damn near feral growl. A moan left you as he panted into your mouth, groaning into your messy kiss with each throb of his cock filling you so full that you were already leaking onto the leather seat beneath you.

You pulled back for a moment, allowing your head to fall against the seat as you fought to catch your breath. “Really wish I would’ve pissed you off sooner” you said, making him chuckle as he also sat there catching his breath. “Oh really?” He asked in reply, quirking his brow in interest at your admission. “Why else do you think I made that comment about you not being able to get it up? I knew it’d get under skin” you replied with a smug grin, making him shake his head at you. “Unbelievable” he replied, making you giggle. “But hey, I’d say it turned out pretty well. You certainly showed me” you said, sitting up to bring your lips to his in a softer, much sweeter kiss compared to the ones before. He couldn’t deny that despite falling into your trap, it did end up playing out rather well for you both. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you when we get back to your place” you promised, making him chuckle. “Okay but you’re driving, my knees and back are shot. Car sex isn’t exactly as comfortable as they make it out to be…” he grumbled as you both pulled your clothes back on, at least attempting to look decent. You laughed at his response as he handed you his keys before exiting the back seat and moving to the front. “Okay old man, want me to rest my hand on your thigh while I drive too? Give you the full passenger princess treatment?” You teased playfully, making him roll his eyes despite the small grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “On second thought, maybe I’ll just drive…” he replied, making you laugh as you pushed the ignition to start. “Nope, too late. No take backsies, now buckle up princess” you said as you started to back out and make your way out of the parking garage, jokingly squeezing his thigh as you did so. “You’re enjoying this way too much” he said in almost a defeated tone, making you laugh. “Don’t act like you don’t love it. Getting on your nerves is my specialty” you quipped and as much as he wanted to deny it, you weren’t wrong.

“Jill sent us a group text” Leon said as you were making your way to his place. “What’d she say?” You asked curiously, peaking at his phone for a moment while you were stopped at a red light. “Says “You two couldn’t even make it home, huh?” then she sent a picture of you up against the car and another of us climbing in the back seat together” he said, making your face flush as your eyes focused back on the road. “Fuck…we’re never gonna hear the end of it” you cursed, making him grin and chuckle to himself a bit at your embarrassment as he saved the pictures. “You weren’t exactly making it easy either with the way you were screaming my name” he quipped with a smug grin, making you huff in defeat. “Whatever, would you rather I been silent?” You bit back. “Didn’t think you were capable of such a thing” He replied making your jaw drop with a dramatic gasp, earning a hearty laugh from him. Then you heard him typing before he placed his phone down in the cup holder. “Hold on, you responded??” You asked, sounding stunned. “Yeah? You were the one that told me it was rude to leave people on read” he replied, making you look at him for a brief moment. “What did you say?” You asked, almost scared to know. “Said I blew out my back in the process now she’s driving me home and added a picture of you driving with your hand on my leg” he replied, making you laugh. “Okay, I can’t be mad. That’s actually pretty good” you replied through your fit of giggles before another ding sounded from his phone. “You two are disgusting already, love it but get a room next time” he said, reading her reply and making you laugh again. “Working on that now…thumbs up” he said out loud as he was typing it, making you gasp as he sent it. “Leon! You did not…” you said, making him shrug his shoulders.

“Am I wrong?”

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