Pillow Talk - Champion Leon x f!reader (NSFW)
just a short and sweet fic about leon and reader having an important discussion during a VERY inappropriate moment!
features: f! reader, vaginal fingering, oral (f! receiving), discussions of pregnancy, mild breeding kink, size difference
NSFW under the cut. Enjoy!
Leon’s beard prickles the sensitive skin of your breasts as he kisses, nuzzles and nips at the soft flesh. A sigh of pleasure falls from your lips, your fingers running through his thick and fluffy hair. His large, and warm, body is nestled over yours, your thighs pressing into his sides. Not a sliver of clothing separates you, thrown to the floor the moment he came home from training.
“You’d make a great mum, you know that?” he comments as his lips descend futher down your body, first along the centre of your tummy, and then your naval. You squirm under him, from his lips, from his words, you’re not sure – hs big hands come to pin your hips to the mattress all the same.
Your face, already warm, grows unbearably hotter as you mull over his admission. “Lee….” You whine softly, fingers grasping his thick purple hair as he buries his face between your thighs. His beard pleasantly scratches your tender skin as his tongue laps gently at your folds. “I’m not ready for a baby…”
He chuckles, the sound vibrating up through your body, all the while his warm breath brushes over your vulva. “C’mon, love,” he coos, teasing you with the very tip of his tongue. “You’d look so cute with a bump.”
One of his hands moves from your hips to your stomach, fingers splaying across it, keeping you pinned. Your breath hitches and you shake your head, your heart pounding in your chest.
“I wanna be married first,” you insist, and he chuckles again, giving your clit a quick kiss. Your body jerks at that. “We can get married,” he responds casually, as if he’s offering to go to the shop for you. You squirm and shake your head. “You’re not taking this seriously!”
“I am taking this seriously,” he insists, moving to sit up, his big, warm hands running up and down your soft, inner thighs. “I love you, and I want to have a family with you.”
“Lee-”
You can’t deny that you want the same, because by Arceus above, you do. You want nothing more than for the two of you to throw away your hectic lives in the city and settle down somewhere nice and calm to raise a family together.
A soft moan leaves your lips as his hand moves down, his thumb coming to play with your clit. You bite your lip, toes curling, mind mudded by the pleasure.
You squeeze your eyes shut and take a deep breath, steeling yourself – difficult as that is, now that he’s slipped a finger inside of you. You sigh and grit your teeth, hands curled into fists at your sides.
“I’ll only have a baby with you if you stop being champion.”
Expecting this to be a gotcha moment, you’re surprised when Leon just smiles. “Alright,” he agrees with a chuckle. He tucks some of his hair behind his ear before leaning over your body, bracing his free hand on the side of your head. You’re suddenly reminded of the size difference between you, how broad and built his shoulders and chest are. “When I’m no longer champion, we can get married and have a baby.”
He punctuates his words with a curl of his finger. You cry out, gripping the sheets beneath you. “Does that suit you, love?” he asks at your lack of spoken reply. There’s a slight tinge of mischief to his easy smile, but you don’t have the fortitude to do anything abour it right now.
“Y-yeah,” you murmur, and he chuckles again, dropping to his forearm so he can press his lips to yours. You easily recoptocate the kiss, your fingers lacing into his hair again. You hook your leg around his hip. His finger continues to stroke that spongy, little spot inside of you and your chest heaves with each breath. You feel that saccharine warmth spill over you, your legs quaking.
“I love you,” he murmurs against your mouth. You whine softly. You love him too.
