༊࿐⠀ׅ⠀ㅤ ¹⁸⁺ 𝓞lder 𝓛eon loves being buried deep inside you ₊ ˚ ⊹
his large warm hands suddenly clamp down on your hips, stilling your rocking completely. you’re on top, taking every thick inch of him, and he doesn’t let you move. he just wants you to sit there, filled to the brim with him, while his gaze drinks you in. his thumbs draw slow, lazy circles on the supple skin of your hips, a stark contrast to the unyielding fullness of him deep inside you.
a minute ago he was pounding into you, the rhythmic slap of your bodies echoing in the room as he chased your orgasm, his cock repeatedly bruising your cervix. but now, he just wants to pause. to feel. he can feel that spongy little knot of nerves deep inside you that the head of his cock is nudging, a promise of the pleasure he can give you even in stillness. he just wants to admire the beautiful woman he somehow managed to get on top of him, the one he could finally call his.
the age gap between you two is always enough to turn heads whenever you’re out doing things together, you in your mid-twenties and him pushing fifty, but god, it only turns you on more. you’ve always loved older men. guys your own age felt like fumbling boys; they could never satisfy you, never in the way leon has. he’s one of a kind, and you fully intend on keeping him forever. it might sound silly to anyone else, but you’ve never been more serious about anything in your life.
his voice, a low and gravelly rumble, pulls you out of your thoughts. “fuck, baby, i could stay buried in you all day, with no complaints.” his hands slide from your hips, moving up your stomach to cup your breasts, his thumbs teasing your already hard nipples. “she was made just for daddy, huh?”
you let out a soft, breathy sigh at the feeling, leaning into his touch. “mhm, just for you. nobody else.”
a slow, impossibly smug smirk spreads across his face. he loves when you’re little miss possessive right back.
“music to my ears, sweetheart.”
𝓫efore 𝔂ou 𝓰o . . . i need to experience this one day 🤞🏼 omfg.
SUMMARY: in which yours and Leon's teenage kids decide to pull a prank from TikTok on him. (2k words)
WARNINGS: absolutely nothing, just a fluff domestic fic because i love dad characters. It's more like a RE universe where virus, zombies and monsters do not exist. RE9/Older!Leon + Fem!R. No use of Y/n. I chose the kids' names because yes.
English is not my fist language so feel free to correct me:)
Also, first time i write for this fandom and Leon so i hope i didn't make him too ooc🙏
If there was one thing your family LOVED to do, especially your children, it was playing pranks on your poor husband Leon and introducing him to the new trends that were taking over social media thanks to the younger generations.
Poor guy, most times you felt pity for him.
Leon was the kind of person who occasionally cracked a dad joke that no one but himself (and you 'cause you loved him) chuckled at. He never cared about news that weren't truly important; he didn't care if celebrity X had cheated on their partner or if fashion had changed from skinny jeans to baggy jeans.
He used his phone for the bare minimum; he didn't have stupid social media like TikTok that filled his kids' brains (and yours') with bullshit, and he didn't give a damn about the latest trends and challenges.
Leon was an old man.
So that's why his kids, his own flesh and blood, enjoyed making fun of him. And he just let them do it, most of the time, because he didn't care much, he was used to it. And although he seemed cold and stern, the truth was that the older he got, the more his heart softened for his family. He loved you and them with all his heart.
Leon was your old man.
"Ma, Ma"
It was a day like any other at the Kennedy house. You were in you and your husband's shared room, busy folding the seemingly endless mountain of laundry, when the voices of your son and daughter, Theo and Luna, echoed from the hallway just before they entered the room.
Theo, the oldest, let himself sit on the edge of the bed with a bounce, dangerously close to the freshly folded laundry, while his sister wisely decided to remain standing.
"Theo" you called him in that unmistakable tone that made him immediately stand up.
"Whops, sorry" he chuckled, but not entirely sorry. "Anyway, we want to ask you a favor. It's a new prank"
You stopped your work, giving him an unsurprised look. "If it involves fake blood and heart attacks, you can forget it" you said sternly.
You remember like it was yesterday when that foolish son of yours had the brilliant idea of pretending to have an accident in the bathroom, and you almost had a panic attack seeing that 'gory' scene. Theo thought he'd get a laugh out of it, but all he got were tears from you and a looong lecture from Leon.
Theo and Luna immediately shook their heads at your words, raising their palms. "No, no blood or anything this time, we swear"
You narrowed your eyes for a moment, scrutinizing him closely, and when you saw no trace of a lie, you decided to give him a chance.
"Hmm, let's hear it..." you conceded, as you began folding one of Leon's shirts again.
Theo sat on the edge of the bed again, this time making sure not to wrinkle the clothes under his butt, while Luna rocked back and forth on her heels.
"Okay, so we just watched a video on TikTok and Theo basically has to pretend to, like, snap back at you" she explained, adding even hand gestures to her words.
You furrowed your brows, giving them a confused look. "For the purpose of...?"
Theo smiled playfully, his eyes shining with mischief as he looked up at you. "Just to see how Dad reacts to it" he replied.
Your hands slowly stopped your work, your brows still furrowed as you considered his words. "What do you mean 'to see how Dad reacts?'" you asked them.
Luna positioned herself next to you, her phone already turned on in the palm of her hand and the TikTok app open, then she showed you the screen. "Look"
You shifted your gaze from Leon's shirt to the screen, watching the video. It showed a couple sitting on the couch, and the mother had asked her son for a favor, but he had responded with a snappy "Shut up, Mom!" shouted from the other room. The father had turned to look at his wife in shock, before standing up and marching toward his son, barking out a "Ayo, the hell did you just say??"
Luna turned to look at you enthusiastically. "There are so many more, and they're all hilarious! Every dad has a different reaction!" she said, scrolling each video with her thumb to show you.
You looked back at her, then at Theo, unconvinced. "And what would be, by all means, the point of this prank?"
"Oh come on, Ma" Theo rolled his eyes. "We all know Dad loves you and everything, but we really want to see how he'd react to something like this, okay? What would he do if his 'handsome and purely innocent' son talked back to his wife like that? Would he get angry? Would he not say anything? We want to know"
Luna nodded in agreement.
"Oh oh! And we'd be soo famous! We'll get tons of likes! Women LOVE protective men, i swear!"
You sighed, shaking your head in thought. "All you teenagers think about is likes and shares. I swear, you'll make your father and i go gray before we have to" you muttered, placing your hands on your hips. "Meh, i don't know..."
The two looked at you pleadingly.
"Come on, Mom!" -Luna
"It's completely innocent! And there won't even be fake blood this time!" -Theo
After a few seconds, you sighed again. These kids...
"Okay, i mean..." you conceded, waving a hand. "Do whatever you want, if you really want to. But only because it's harmless"
The two siblings bumped their fists, silently cheering, their minds already plotting how to put their plan into action. "Great"
Theo stood up. "Okay Ma, you don't have to do anything except give me a task i don't want to do, like... like cleaning or setting the table. Tonight, before dinner"
You stared at him with a lifted brow. "You don't do it even when i ask you to, Theo"
Luna nodded in agreement, and your son snickered sheepishly.
You continued. "But anyway, Dad's not stupid. It's not like you to act like this, and i think he'll catch onto this prank of yours. Are you sure it'll work?"
"Mom, please" Luna threw you a knowing look. "Honestly, i think Dad will be too busy making out with you to even notice"
And you immediately blushed a little.
"Get out of this room and let me finish my laundry"
So that same evening, after Leon had come home from work, said hi to you and the kids and taken a shower, while you were finishing the final touches for dinner, everything was ready.
Luna was leaning next to you against the counter, pretending to scroll on her phone, though in reality she had her camera ready while waiting for you and Theo to start acting. Theo was sitting at the table, playing with his phone at one of those games boys his age were obsessed with, while trying to keep a neutral but focused expression.
Leon had just arrived in the kitchen, finished his short but relaxing shower. He walked past Theo, ruffling his hair with a smile, and headed toward you.
"It's almost ready" you said, flashing him a sweet smile over your shoulder.
That wasn't fake, you weren't acting yet. Every smile you made was genuine even just at the sight of your handsome husband.
Leon smiled back as he approached you and one of his hands rested delicately on your hip, a gesture that had become automatic for him.
"Need a hand?" he asked, like he did every day, with anything. Typical of him. He might have had the worst day of his life, but he would never NOT offer to help you with something.
You shook your head, smiling reassuringly. "Don't worry" you replied, nodding toward his designated spot at the table. "You've been working all day, that's all you had to do. Sit down, we have two kids for a reason"
He chuckled and nodded, letting your smile 'command' him as he went to sit at the table. With his back turned, you glanced at both of your children, letting them know this was the right time, as you'd agreed.
Luna smirked silently and tapped the screen to start the video, while Theo continued playing.
"Theo, honey" you called, turning off the stove. "Could you set the table, please?"
Your son kept his eyes glued to his phone. "Can't you ask Luna?" he muttered as his fingers continued to tap the screen.
"Well, i asked you this time, not her" you continued with your calm voice. "Could you put that phone down for a minute and set the tabl—"
Theo then snapped as he rudely interrupted you, making the most annoyed expression he'd ever had on his face.
"Ugh, Mom, can you just SHUT UP for a minute?? Can't you see i'm playing??"
Luna covered her mouth with her hand to keep from bursting into laughter at her brother's acting.
But her smile faded a couple of seconds later, when the chair Leon was sitting on scraped loudly across the floor as he immediately stood up and your eyes widened a bit too.
Theo looked up at the sound, just in time to see his father now towering over him, and his heart skipped a beat. Before he could say anything, Leon quickly reached out and snatched the phone from his hands, clicking the screen off and putting it not-too-gently facedown on the table, making him jump a little.
"Dad—" Theo tried to justify himself, but your husband cut him off
"Is that the way you talk to your mother?" he hissed, fixing his usually kind but now stern blue eyes on his son's. "Hm?"
Theo opened his mouth, while Luna shot her brother an equally surprised and slightly intimidated look. Because even though they knew it would all go away as soon as they explained it was all just fake, seeing their father so angry was having a certain effect on them. And not in a good way.
"Wait Dad, it's just—" Leon cut him off again.
"I know for a fact that i didn't teach you that goddamn tone in this house, buddy, so either you apologize to your mother and do what she asked, or—"
"Leon, honey, wait"
Leon stopped when he heard your sweet voice calling him back, followed by your palm on his arm, and he turned to look at you.
"It's just a prank, love" you reassured him, rubbing your palm gently over his bicep. "Just a prank"
Leon furrowed his brows, his shoulders unconsciously relaxing under your touch, and his features softened. "What?" he muttered gruffly, turning to look back at Theo, who nodded frantically.
Luna, pleased with the video's success but still worried about the 'danger' her older brother was about to face, quickly added her own.
"I-It's a prank, Dad, we swear!" she said from behind you. "For uhm... for TikTok..."
Leon seemed to realize after a few seconds and let out a heavy sigh.
"Jesus, kids..." he quietly cursed, running a hand through his hair as he shook his head. "What kind of prank is this?"
Theo and Luna lowered their heads a little embarrassed, while you gave him an exasperated smile of your own.
"I told them it didn't make sense" you said, glancing back and forth between brother and sister. "But hey, at least no one had a heart attack this time"
Leon shook his head again, but his lips still curved upward, and he crossed his mighty arms before looking at Theo. "Why did you want to stage this stupid thing, hm?"
Theo shrugged. "We just wanted to see your reaction to us talking back to Mom. It was just an innocent prank" he confessed.
Leon scoffed, almost amused by the reasoning. "Innocent, yes, but still stupid. Like all the other pranks you've played"
He then reached out, gently flicking your son on the forehead, which made him squint.
"You don't need to make a video to prove to those 'social media' of yours what you already know" he said as he looked at both kids, calmer this time, but still serious. "If there's one thing i won't tolerate in this house, it's disrespect for your mother, my wife. Especially if it comes from my own children. So, if you don't want to see me really angry, you'd better not do something like that again. Am i clear?"
The two nodded simultaneously, mumbling "Yes, Dad" under their breath.
Leon observed them for a few seconds, making sure his words had stuck before nodding. "Good. Now set the table. Both of you. I'd appreciate it if we could eat now"
The two siblings nodded again, moving to set the table. And as they did so, Luna gave Theo a silent smirk, satisfied that she'd recorded everything, especially Leon's protective lecture.
Oh, TikTok would go crazy.
You watched them move around the kitchen with an amused smile. You had to admit, even if you weren't a fan of your kids' pranks, seeing your husband react like that and defend your honor gave you butterflies. Like almost everything else he did.
You patted his arm a few times to guide him back to his seat at the table, but before that he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you against his side for a moment.
"You gotta stop encouraging them with these things, hun" he commented, leaning his face down to speak against your temple, and you giggled, leaning against his lips.
"Well, as long as they don't hurt themselves or anyone else, i'm willing to let them do it"
Leon sighed again.
"All for those stupid 'likes.' They're gonna post that video anyway, aren't they?"
And immediately, your kids' voices echoed in the kitchen in chorus.
"Hell yeah!"
A few days later, Luna was ecstatic to see that the video of the prank on their father had achieved the success she'd hoped for.
And the best part was reading the comments.
COMMENTS:
user: i'm sorry but whose DAD is that???
user: *sticker of cat with tongue out*
user: no violence, no belt or screaming. Just a father making sure his son is treating his mother with respect. That's a dad!👏👏👏
user: can your mother fight??
user: i need him, respectfully🎀
user: the way he immediately stood up *sticker of girl biting her nail*
user: no because, can we talk about the little speech he made with them??
user: frr man said "She may be your mom but she's MY WIFE first of all and you brats need to respect that"
user: he was so gentle too🥺
user: he's not a green flag, he's a whole green forest!!
user: ugh, i love protective pretty husbands😩😩
user: bro is so done with gen z tho'
SO GUYS, I WANTED TO TRY A NEW MODERN LIKE-SERIE WITH OUR FAVORITE OLD MAN
IF YOU HAVE TRENDS OR PRANKS THAT THE KIDS COULD PULL ON THEIR BOOMER DAD OR THEIR MOTHER OR FIC IDEAS, JUST LET ME KNOW^^
synopsis. leon always leaves his house key at home when he's on missions, especially after losing it due to “all the unnecessary backflips” he does, as you put it. he doesn't need the key anyway, not when he has a beautiful wife waiting for him at home. so when you hear the doorbell, you know your husband is back. however, when you turn the knob, you don't receive the expected hug and forehead kiss.
words. 0.7k
warnings. nsfw! dubious consent, fingering (r receiving), cum eating. enjoy at your own risk.
you barely get the door closed before leon has you pinned against it.
his lips crash into yours at a speed reminiscent of a car going sixty miles per hour in a school zone: hungry, claiming, no time for sweet nothings. his muscular thigh presses between yours, forcing your legs apart, his hands already finding the hem of your house dress, yanking it up with a low growl.
“long time, no see, huh baby?” leon mutters against your neck, biting just hard enough to make your breath hitch as the pinch of pain blurred with pleasure. “been thinkin’ about you all damn day.”
you whimper, nodding but you aren’t at all sure what you are even rapidly saying ‘yes’ to, nonetheless, it’s obvious your body has subconsciously already made the necessary choices for you, as you’re already soaked through your panties. you have the worst kept secret burrowed between your thighs, considering your husband feels it immediately when he cups you, his oh-so thick middle and index fingers pressing right over your wet spot.
“fuck,” leon breathes, smirking against your ear as he pokes and prods at your clothed pussy. “she’s dripping… if i were to make an educated guess, i’d say you been thinkin’ about me too.”
just like his missions, leon can’t afford to waste time.
he pushes your panties to the side and sinks two fingers into you in one slow, delicious stroke. your mouth drops open, a breathy cry escaping before you can stop it, and leon loves the clinical satisfaction he gets from the soft, weak sounds that leave those saliva lined, plump lips. and so he presses deeper, curling his fingers just right.
“you’re gonna cum so fast,” he murmurs, eyes locked on your face, watching every twitch and tremble. “just look at you—fuck—clenchin’ already.”
leon pumps faster, his calloused palm rubbing against your clit every time he powers in and out of you like engineered machinery. you arch against the four-panel door, fisting his dirty blonde tresses, the other clawing at his bulky shoulder that caged you, legs already shaking.
“y’know i’m an agent, not a psychic. gotta use your words, baby,” he encourages, voice velvet yet steel. “tell me what you need.”
“you,” you gasp. “faster—please, leon—i need—”
leon is never one to leave his wife waiting, and so his fingers slam into you with purpose, precise and filthy. the wet sounds echoing off the walls as you become a mess, thighs trembling, moaning so loud it’s obscene.
“cum for me,” leon growls, breath hot on your neck. “cum all over my fuckin’ fingers.”
enervated, you do. hard. as if leon were a drill sergeant, your body listens unquestioningly to his command. those legs of yours jerk, fleshy walls pulsing around leon, soaking his hand as you cry out your husband's name like a prayer. with no reprieve, his fingers did not seize their attack on your nerves until you were left twitching and boneless, barely able to stand.
he pulls his fingers out, unhurried, before bringing them to his mouth, tongue out patiently awaiting for your flavor to kiss his tastebuds.
“mhmm… perfect baby,” sucking his middle finger clean with a hum of satisfaction. “nothing tastes better than a delicious, warm, home-cooked meal after a long day at the office.”
you would have rolled your eyes and sneered at his intolerable dad jokes, but you had already rolled your eyes with such frequency that they felt strained, together with the realization that your voice was simply too hoarse to respond with a snappy retort.
with his index finger still coated in you, he tilted his hand forward, eyebrows raised and a grin of pride on his face, beckoning you to indulge as he had, almost as if this were a wine tasting. as far as leon knew, it practically was. you opened your mouth to welcome him, and soon the empty space was furnished with leon's index finger, sucking and slurping up your own sweetness.
This man would always take such good care of you. I'm thinking something like:
Leon notices it before you say anything. Not like you were going to say anything.
But he notices the way your shoulders stay a little too tight, even when you think you’re relaxed. The way your eyes keep drifting toward the kitchen, then away again like you’re arguing with yourself. The way you keep shuffling from your work, halfway to the kitchen, then back.
He exhales through his nose and doesn’t make a big deal out of it.
“You ate today?” he asks, like it’s casual. Like it doesn’t matter.
You hesitate just long enough and that answers it.
Leon clicks his tongue softly, already turning toward the kitchen. “Yeah. That’s what I figured.”
You finally put your work down and trail after him anyway, quiet on your feet like you’re trying not to be a problem. He doesn’t like that. Not even a little.
He opens the fridge, scans it once, then starts pulling things out like he’s done this a hundred times without thinking.
Because he has.
“Sit,” he says over his shoulder.
When you don’t move fast enough, he glances back at you, one brow lifting slightly.
“Sweetheart.”
That does it. You sit.
He hums under his breath, faint and approving, and starts cooking like your hunger was never optional in the first place.
Summary: Older!Leon doesn't care for 50/50 relationships.
CW: pretty light language, DI Leon, age gap, Leon has some masculine pride? Not proofread
Words: .9k (short 'n sweet)
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Dating was not something he was good at.
It wasn’t entirely his fault.
No, it wasn’t his fault that every time he went on a date with a pretty woman, something went wrong. “Something” usually being a call from the DSO telling him OH GOD LEON ANOTHER INCIDENT HAPPENED AND YOU NEED TO LEAVE RIGHT NOW NOW NOW NOW or LEON SOMEONE ELSE WAS KIDNAPPED ONCE AGAIN AND YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN RETRIEVE THEM GO LEON GO!
He lived a stressful life.
Leon Kennedy was a good-looking guy, plenty of people have told him that. He knew he was handsome and could easily pull chicks, and he does, but keeping them? That was a whole other story.
It wasn’t his fault he was such a busy man.
He was ranting to Chris about it once. He pretended to be a really dark and mysterious guy, but even a bad bitch like himself craved love. And he told Chris that. All about how he wanted that special girl in his life.
And then a few days later, Chris called him.
“I have this friend, right,” he had begun, “Rick. Nice guy. That’s besides the point. Anyway, he works at this office and there’s this girl there. Single. Very pretty. Lot of cute posts on her social media. He said she’s looking to date, and he’d set you two up if you wanted.”
“Wait, really?” Leon paused, thinking over his friend’s words. Another lousy date that is going to end in a few minutes because he was going to have to run out. Or they’ll finish the date, and never speak to each other again. “That would be nice,” he decided to say. What the hell? It wouldn’t hurt to try, would it? He’s been out of the game for a few months anyway, he was feeling quite lonely.
And that’s how he found himself at a diner with pretty Y/N. She was much younger than him, which made him think she was going to excuse herself to the bathroom and never come back upon seeing him.
But she stayed, giggling at his terrible jokes and telling him about her friends and interests and her favorite things. She was adorable, with the prettiest smile he ever saw. She just radiated… happiness? Joy? Things he barely ever got to experience.
“Does my age bother you?” he asked after a long while. Their food was already finished, waiting for the waiter to come with the bill.
She took a sip of her drink, a Coke, before replying, “Nope. It doesn’t bother me. Not at all!”
He gave her a nervous, tight-lipped smile, nodding, “Perfect. I’m glad.”
“I think you’re really sweet, Leon,” she said with that bright, bubbly smile that was driving him crazy, “And you make me laugh. How’re you not married yet?”
That made him bark out a laugh, a little too aggressive, he realized, because he awkwardly cleared his throat after, “Work. It’s always work. I work a lot, sweetheart, so be warned,”
“That’s okay, so do I,”
“And spontaneously,”
“That’s okay,”
He wondered how long she would keep that opinion. “If you say so,”
The waiter finally returned, plastering his customer service smile before speaking, “How would we like to get the check? One or would you like to split it?” Those words made Leon roll his eyes. Since when did people split checks on dates?
“One, of course,” Leon said like it was obvious, right as Y/N said, “Split it,” His eyes snapped from the waiter to her, brow raised impressively high. “One check,” he repeated, eyes never leaving her as the waiter scurried off to get the paper.
“Oh, you really didn’t have to do that-”
“Why the hell would you pay for your food?” Leon interrupted, crossing his arms over his chest, “We’re on a date,”
“Well, yeah, we’re on a date. But it’s unfair of me to let you pay for the both of us!”
He stared at her.
“What?” she giggled, playing with the straw of her drink as she looked down. Why was he looking at her like she had three heads?
“How is that unfair?” He began, leaning forward and everything. He meant business now.
“Well, because why should you pay for me?”
“Because I’m the man? And the man should always pay for his woman? What a silly question!”
“But I’m not your woman,”
“But you will be, of course,”
Now she was getting shy, hiding her face in her hands, “Leon…”
“If you paid for your food, then this wouldn’t be a date,” he continued, taking the bill as the waiter returned with it, “This would just be two friends having dinner.” Placing his card in the little leather folder, he looked back up at her, “Do men your age really expect you to pay for your own food?”
“Well, not all of them, but a lot of them do, yeah,”
“Ridiculous,” Leon chuckled with a smirk, shaking his head. He reached out, taking her hand from her face and intertwining their fingers, “No wonder you jumped on the opportunity of a date with one older,”
Her jaw dropped at his words, “I did not jump on the opportunity.”
“Mhm mhm,” he hummed, bringing her hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to her knuckles, “Don’t worry, princess, I actually know how to take care of my woman.”
He shouldn’t have been thinking about you like this.
You were young, hopeful; pure in a way that everyone who hadn’t been touched by the horrors of bioweapons was; too good for him really. Maybe when he was younger, plagued by nightmares yet a little more alive, but now? There shouldn’t even be a question of now.
And still, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. About the way you could light up his dark thoughts, about how lucky he would be to have someone like you want him, about how soft your hands would feel around his-
“Leon, are you coming?”
Your voice broke him out of his trance, and fuck if your question wasn’t so fitting; he could almost laugh.
“Yeah, right behind you.”
This was going to be a long night…
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next pt
Yeeeee, I cannot wait to write more of this! I’ve missed having inspiration, but this new game has definitely started up the Leon inspo🤗as always, I love you all, leave your comments, likes, ideas! I’ll never turn down a Resident Evil/Leon convo💕
- (Meant to be RE9!Leon but can easily be interpreted as any version Leon!)
Tags: Oral (fem receiving), vaginal fingering, Hyposensitive reader, female reader, reader has a vagina
Disclaimer: I have not written in forever, so I’m still mostly warming up again! I’m also doing this on iPad, apologies if the formatting is messed up.
Word Count: 554 Words
The dim, fading light of the evening sun shone down into the bedroom, illuminating Leon’s pretty face between your thighs. The light catching on each smear of arousal that coated his chin, stubble slicked against his jaw. He looked heavenly down there, eyes half-lidded as he lapped at your folds like a man savoring his final drink. He didn’t rush, didn’t try to coax anything from you. No, he just laid between your legs, rough hands holding your thighs apart over his shoulders so he could be as close as possible to your sweet taste.
Your hand moves down to gently tangle in his hair, pulling him closer. His lips trail upwards past your folds and to your clit, suckling gently before nipping on the swollen bud. He smiled when he felt your hips push upwards, just a fraction, but he felt it. His tongue dips back inside, licking up every drop he can get from you. You let out a soft, quiet sigh as Leon’s sharp nose catches your clit at the perfect angle.
Evenings like these are what you both loved, neither of you working towards an orgasm. Just gentle loving and soft touches. He’d never pass up an opportunity to get between your thighs, letting you lay back and do whatever you wanted. Be it reading or scrolling your phone, Leon was just happy to be there, getting drunk on just your pussy.
“Le…” Another soft gasp escapes you as you look down at him again.
He hums against you, not pulling away to speak. “Hmm?”
His hum sends a small, but pleasant tingle through your clit. “Keep going… don’t stop”
Leon finally looks up at you, his eyes still half-closed with that content smile on his face. He places a slow kiss to your clit, “Wasn’t plannin’ to, Baby”
He resumes his slow pace, lips sealing around the swollen nub before letting his teeth graze it. A hand slides from your thigh to your folds, letting it rub against your slick entrance, coating a single calloused finger in your arousal. It slips in slowly, curling inwards slightly enough to make you gasp from the pressure. Slow pumps of his finger inside you, all while giving attention to your clit.
Then a second finger to stretch you open. “Just a little bit more for me, Baby. You can do it, yeah?”
You inhale and nod, relaxing back into the mattress as you let him work you open.
“Good girl.” He purred, voice rumbling against your folds while his fingers continued to thrust, thumb now rubbing tight circles on your clit. “So good…”
Leon grinned as he felt your hand tighten in his hair, knowing you enjoyed it as much as he did. But he could also tell you were beginning to get tired by the way your eyes drooped further.
A small whimper escaped your lips as his fingers pulled away, leaving your pussy empty again. “Le-“
“Shh…” He brings his slick-coated fingers to his mouth, licking it off before leaning down to kiss you, wet, messy, and right on the lips. You could taste your own arousal on him, his jaw rubbing against yours and smearing it.
You tried to push him away, playfully groaning as you wiped your face. “You’re disgusting.”
