THE LAST TEN RITES ,, DAY ONE
engine ;; mirror sex . vendetta leon word count '' 1.6k GUN SPECS . [ 18 + , smut , f.reader , praise kink , subtle size kink ]
Leon had been watching you get ready for bed before everything, admiring you leaning against the counter as you tried to wipe off your mascara with a cotton pod, soaked in micellar water.
Your frustrated grumbling wasn't lost on him, and he'd walked over, a hand moving to naturally rest on your hip, "Seems the mascara wants to sleep on your lashes too." He teased, and it was a bad move, because you'd turned and stared daggers at him, "Haha, so funny. It's not ff- coming off!" You desperately wiped, and when you in return saw a lash or two come off onto the cotton, you let out a muffled scream.
The man hummed, considering the situation, "Why don't you let me-"
"You?" You'd interrupted immediately, "Please, I'm a big girl Leon, I can handle myself."
Leon's brow furrowed at that, shutting down the flicker of annoyance before snickering, "Really?" He inquired, and you rolled your eyes, "Oh please, what could you do to possibly get this shit off?"
You'd then, felt hands grasp the black panties you'd been wearing and slowly pull them down your thighs, "..Just watch."
And that's exactly what happened, five minutes later.
"Eyes up, come on." Leon urged when he grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up into the bathroom mirror where he was taking you, his cock stuffing you with every thrust forward.
You whined into his hand, trying to turn your head away.
Of course, Leon wasn't having it.
His eyes were dead focused on the light ripples that went across your soft ass, everytime he pushed his hips into you firmly. He snickered when he saw you trying to look anywhere but at your reflection in the mirror, your abdomen pressed against the marble of the bathroom counter.
"Don't be like that.." He lazily cooed, taking great pleasure in your determination to save some dignity, kissing sloppily along your neck with a hand sneakily roaming under your navy blue lace cami, pawing at a breast, almost needily.
Leon could be fuckin' needy, real goddamn needy.
The man squished your cheeks in, eyes hooded while he watched your mouth hang open, nothing but sweet moans leaving it while yo felt that slight curve in Leon's cock snug up perfectly against your G-spot, "Leon!" You babbled pathetically, making the older man hum, "You cry so pretty, don't you? My pretty baby, come on- give it to me."
Desperation, that's what painted Leon's voice as he groaned deeply into your ear, panting heavy while he quickened his thrusts, really putting force into it now.
It had you arching your back and your thighs trembling while your soft, drooling cunt leaked down your thighs, too full of Leon's thickness for your slick to really go anywhere else.
Leon kept eye contact through the mirror, his laser focused eyes meeting your foggy ones that went wide with every harsh thrust between the regular ones, a silent scream on your lips.
A smug smirk twisted on Leon's own, nibbling gently on your ear, "I thought you were a big girl, you were bragging about it earlier, weren't you?" He reminded, a soft moan when he felt you clench around him, "Jesus..hm? Come on, isn't that what you said to me?"
You knew damn well what you'd said to Leon - you'd been egging him on secretly, trying to get a reaction out of him.
And a reaction you'd gotten alright.
Leon felt his ego flare when all you did was whimper and keen, pathetic sounds that had him laughing, "Yeah, you're a real big girl huh? You've got my dick deep in this greedy pussy and suddenly you're not such a big girl now, are you baby?"
When no coherent answer came out of you besides your mindless sounds of pleasure, he kissed at your pulse point, "That's what I thought..and I think this wet pussy thinks the same. Look at it, dripping down my cock."
The mascara you'd had on your lashes, resisting your makeup remover, was now easily coming off as your tears built with Leon's relentless pounding, making the most lewd wet slaps to remind you just how helplessly soaked you were, and all because you'd opened your mouth.
Sometimes it was good to keep your mouth shut.
The black pigment began to slowly streak down your blissed countenance, and Leon groaned, "My pretty fuckin' baby, look at you. You're gorgeous when you're crying on my dick..that's it, keep crying for me, I'll make you feel so good." He growled, a promise.
One he was keeping, because Leon began rutting into you faster, hand moving off your chin to press against your lower belly, applying pressure to add more stimulation when he hit your bundle of nerves.
You let out a high pitched squeal, the sound immediately flowing into a desperate moan as Leon began ramming into that specific squish with such precision, "Ah! Yes, yes! Feels so, good..! Leon!!" You whined out, and Leon snickered.
"Yeah? Good, I want you to feel good..this pussy deserves nothing but," He took a look at your pussy, sloppily full of his veiny dick as he kept thrusting, seeing the red tinting your puffy lips.
His gaze quickly looked up however, his pride stoked when he saw the mascara running down your face easily.
Bingo.
"See that? Take a good look baby," The hand under your cami moved to grab your hair at the scalp, pulling you up carefully and keeping your head in place as you watched yourself in the mirror, getting fucked from behind roughly, the way Leon stuffed your messy cunt which leaked down your thighs and onto the floor most likely, and then the mess of mascara running down your face.
It emphasized the flush on your face beautifully, but it did on either thing - it proved Leon right.
And Leon wasted no time reminding you, "Look how easily it came off," He pointed out with a sweet tone, peppering kisses into your neck as he felt you squeezing more rhythmically - you were gonna blow.
But it was too fast, way too fast. He didn't want that.
Confusion settled on your features when Leon began to slow down, shallow movements that had you whining, "Leoon..want it, please.." You croaked, and he nodded, "Mhm, I bet baby.." he murmured, waiting for your high to somewhat settle and wash away - most of it at least.
You decided against arguing, opting to wait for what Leon was planning.
Leon felt the last of your little flutters around his length, and he dragged his hips out all the way, the head just barely inside the ring of muscles, "Holding onto something wouldn't be too bad of an idea." He hinted, his voice somewhat low.
Just the way his big cock stretched your pussy, like it might it pop..like it was struggling to even keep him in - it was driving him beyond insane.
Before you could even fathom why, Leon slammed his cock into you all the way, making you practically scream, "Oh!!"
"Mhm," Leon hummed, repeating the agonizing process of pulling out, and slamming in roughly, "scream like that."
Leon's brows furrowed while he continued to go so deep into you, making your eyes roll back and choked out whimpers leave you in a symphony, "Ah! Please, please- mm! Hard! S'too hard!"
"Is it?" Leon's voice had grown low, cold even you could say - his hand yanked at your hair, "I thought a big girl like you could handle yourself. Come on..fucking take it." He challenged, putting even more force as he fucked you right open, slowly tearing you up.
Every single snap of the hips had you gasping, melting against the counter and downright crying, "No! M'sorry!" You hoarsed, and he tutted, "Well that's too bad, isn't it? A big girl like you's gotta face her consequences, don't you?" He cooed mockingly against the shell of your ear.
He watched you cry pathetically on his dick through the reflection, but he didn't relent - he just kept at it.
"I told you I could help. See how your mascara's flowing? It's basically gone," Leon spoke, every thrust making your body jolt harshly, a soft wail and a pathetic moan leaving every single time, "you just needed this wet little pussy stuffed good, and now you're makeup's all gone. See?"
He suddenly picked up the speed, sending you straight into a cry and a series of mindless sounds loud enough to warrant a noise complaint as Leon began hammering your poor pussy, "Good girl, hm? Good fucking girl, taking my dick so well up your greedy little pussy. So high maintenance though, aren't you?" He panted, groaning as your pussy squeezed him like a fist, "Fuck."
You were lost, hands moving off your death grip on the counter to splay your palms against the mirror instead, your tears endless and your mouth wet with your moaning and babbling.
Leon grinned, feeling his own orgasm approaching, "My pretty girl, you're so good for me. Fuckin' amazing, keep screaming like that. Cum on this dick and show me just how good this pussy is, how good my girl is." He encouraged albeit the dirty words laced with it.
But it worked so well cause when Leon's hand moved to rub blindly at your clit and make you tighten insanely, you were cumming instantly with your eyes rolling back into your skull, a blubbered out moan and a plethora of whimpers as you were creaming over Leon's cock.
Leon gritted his teeth at the sensation, hammering into you ruthlessly before he slammed in one last time, an animalistic groan leaving as he dumped himself entirely in you, leaving the two of you breathless.
You went somewhat lax, but Leon caught you immediately with a strong arm, holding you to his chest and kissing your cheek firmly, "My girl did so good, hm? And look, we got all the mascara off.."
His tone was gentle and it put you at ease immediately. Leon's eyes softened, a small smile, "Let's go sleep, hm?"
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