leon discovers you’re nervous about being eaten out and makes it his mission to change that:
-> no y/n, fem!reader
-> cw: 18+ mdni, lowkey kind of fluffy too, pet names (love, baby), leon being a sweetie, eating out, fingering
-> length: medium, 1.1k words
-> a/n: I just feel like he would absolutely do this, okay
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It starts out innocently enough - the first few times you hook up with Leon are a blur of insatiable appetites and rushed hands. It’s easy to just whine a please don’t stop and keep his fingers inside of you when he starts to move them away in favor of his mouth, or to give in to your building orgasm before he has a chance to eat you out first.
You aren’t worried that it would be bad, of course. On the contrary, from the way Leon did everything else you’re absolutely certain it would be fucking incredible. But you’ve always had this frustrating aversion to letting anyone put their mouth on you: your traitorous intrusive thoughts would come roaring inside your head, blocking you from really being able to enjoy it. What if I smell? What if I’m too hairy and it turns him off? What if I take too long-
You know you shouldn’t feel this way, that anyone worth being intimate with wouldn’t care about things like that. But up until now, no one you’ve ever hooked up with really seemed to notice or care.
Until Leon, that is - until right this very second, in his bedroom after you’ve split a bottle of wine watching a movie. Your mouth is already kiss-bruised, he’s practically clawed your clothes off save for your underwear, and he slowly trails a line of kisses down your chest, down your stomach, to the top of your soaking wet panties that he’s now gently pulling down-
A jolt of nervousness runs up your spine, and you gently grab his hair, tugging a bit upwards. He looks up at you, his mouth inches from your now-exposed folds.
“What’s wrong?” His voice is deep, gravelly, sick with want. You don’t really know how to respond, feeling self-conscious about feeling self-conscious in the first place.
“Uh, I…” You swallow. “You can just use your hands…”
It takes a second for Leon to understand what you’re saying. His head still hasn’t moved from where it’s hovering. “You really don’t want me to eat you out, do you?” It’s not accusatory. “Did I do something?”
“N-no, it’s just that…” I’m worried I smell bad was the rest of the sentence, but it dies in your mouth.
“Is it because you’re nervous, or something else?” It’s almost frustrating how kind he’s being about this - it would be easier if he just shrugged and got himself off like everyone else did. But Leon has never been like everyone else. You haven’t even known him for that long but you can tell he’s kind, attentive, and wants to make you feel good. The thought even makes you bold enough to answer truthfully.
“Nervous.” Your voice is small. You’ve never been this vulnerable before, and it makes more words come out without thinking. “It’s fine, you really don’t have to-”
Leon’s eyes finally leave yours and look back down. He gently runs the tips of two fingers up your wetness and circles around your core slowly, making you moan and arch involuntary. “I really, really want to.” He circles a bit faster. “Only if you’re hesitating just because you’re nervous,” he amends. Always so aware of your needs - it’s why you keep coming back to Leon.
You hesitate, but against your better judgement say okay before you change your mind. The way there’s a bit of a growl in his voice drives you wild, and you suddenly find yourself curious of what he’s capable of. The moment you affirm him he sighs with need, and then his tongue is inside of you. You gasp at the feeling of him tasting you with greedy, languid strokes, all the while still working your clit with growing speed. His free hand is gripping your thigh, digging into it with just enough force to make you moan.
Leon lifts his head for a moment, his pupils blown, eyes sparkling. His gorgeous pink pout is gleaming with your slick. “How are you doing, love?” His fingers finally move from where they’d been to dip inside of you, mingling in the spit and wetness dripping onto the sheets.
“G-good,” you gasp as he does something with his fingers that makes your toes curl. “Are you doing okay?” You were doing great, incredible even - the absence of Leon’s mouth leaves you aching for it to return. But that small, anxious part of you still makes you pry, wondering if he’s just doing this because he’s nice, because he feels like he owes you something after all the head you’ve given him.
The question seems to darken Leon’s expression; he swiftly withdraws his fingers, seemingly understanding the unspoken questions you’re really asking him. He descends on you again, this time a little more roughly, licking up and down your folds before shoving his tongue deep, deep inside of you. You hear him swallow everything he’s got in his mouth, and he moans a little bit as he does.
“You taste so fucking good for me, baby,” he groans, then plunges three fingers in to you while he works your clit with his tongue. You spasm around him. “You feel so goddamn perfect,” he slurs while his mouth is still around you. It jolts something in your stomach - you feel yourself building up to an orgasm, and the very thought of climaxing into his mouth makes you get even closer.
“You’re doing so well,” he croons, using the tip of his tongue to glide over all your sensitive areas. For a moment he looks up, his face practically feral and glistening with your juices. “I’m having the time of my life, baby.” His words make you spasm again, and his eyelids flutter. In a second he’s back on you - he knows your body well enough at this point that he can tell you’re close.
You can’t help yourself: the orgasm is so, so close that it makes you fist a hand in his hair as you arch upwards into him, begging Leon not to stop. He moans, his grip on your body tightening to the point you know you’ll bruise. “That’s right, I want to taste you. I know you can cum for me.” Leon’s gruff whine, in tandem with his fingers and that tongue, send you over the edge.
A tremendous throbbing wracks your body, concentrated where Leon’s tongue is still sliding inside of you in rhythm with your spasms. You feel him drinking everything, his lips closing around your hole so that nothing escapes. Finally your movements cease, and he slowly moves his head away, looking up at what an absolute wreck you are.
“Sounds like you had a good time,” he smiles. A drop of you runs down his chin.
Once I graduate from BAMS, I'm gonna go to AHHS and then leave all the friends I was really close too. Yeah, I can visit them once and a while and yeah, I can always make more friends at AHHS. But, like just plainly not having them here is going to be sad. It means we will never be as close as we were. We wont ever talk to each other as much. I probably take them for granted as best friends. I mean, they actually brought the real me out and about, haha. If I was still hanging out with the little popular crew I would've never had found this crazy ranting self. And there are going to be times when I regret not going to YBHS but then I guess this was the better decision. I'm going to probably cry after we separate so I want to make our final days together memorable. And I just want to like thank them for helping find my better expressed-self and just being there for me.
