leon kennedy who relieves his stress by eating you out.
2.4k words of leon having the time of his life being inbetween your legs. nsfw obviously. minors dni.
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leon had come home later than usual today, shoulders all tight and jaw tense from the teeth gritting you’re not sure he even noticed doing. problem at his work was your best guess as to why he had that expression on his face. you decided to swallow your usual question about how his day went since the answer was pretty apparent. still, like the sweet man that he is, leon greeted you with a soft kiss to the forehead, the gentleness he had preserved only for you shone through despite all the tension he’s withholding.
you embraced the taller man through the silence, hoping that the little gesture could provide some kind of comfort to him. but it seemed like leon had an entirely different idea of comfort that day as he smoothly brought a hand under your knees to carry you straight to the bedroom instead. he laid you down into the mattress, wasting no time in capturing your lips vigorously leaving you breathless under the ambush.
fire-like sensation flared across your body, your nerves came alive at the touch of his hand on your side, like it’s the only thing keeping his self control intact. you hummed into the kiss, the giddiness only excited him further, kissing you deeper, his mouth moved in a pace like that of a starving man. and to the hunger you could only respond accordingly, matching his hurried rhythm, tasting the desperation from someone who seemed like he couldn’t get enough.
he took what you gave and still demanded more. a groan escaped him, like it hurt him physically to pull away. but before you could even miss the warmth of his lips it was already back in full force against your neck, him leaving hot trails of kisses as he moved lower, sucking slightly on ridge of your collarbone, a breathy moan that left your mouth served as a fuel for leon as he brought his free hand to skillfully open the buttons of your silk pajamas, revealing your naked breasts in their glory. the man let out a sigh full of wonderment at your gorgeous body, worshipping every inch on your skin as though his kisses were the prayers.
”so beautiful. so perfect,” he mumbled, the timber of his voice sent shivers all the way down to the end of your spine. his wet mouth found your right nipple, sucking as his other hand twisted your left one in-between his fingers, the stimulation made your stomach jolt at the overwhelming sensation, abdomen unconsciously chasing the pleasure and meeting him halfway. leon’s heavy breath ghosted over your chest, turned on beyond belief, his eyes deep in a haze; lust glossing across his orbs.
“l-leon,” your needy whine snapped him out of a trance, letting you go and he could say with confidence doing so was harder than him having to pull out a knife out of his arm that one time. he licked once more out of greed before planting soft kisses down to your stomach, his hand couldn’t quite get it off your tit just yet, his thumb brushed over your stiff as a rock nipple like an anchor, a reminder that you desired him just as much as he did you in that moment.
he moved lower, lower, until his chin felt the fabric of your waistband, hooking a finger on it but he stopped himself, tilting his head as he faced you. “can i baby? ‘ve had a long day,” he asked gruffly, the gravel on his voice practically made your pussy tingled in excitement. there was nothing explicit in his words yet your mind filled the blanks pretty fast, your brain answered first by nodding rapidly before your mouth could catch up. something in the way he pleaded had made you so eager for his touch, the man had just declared that pleasing you would help him relieve some stress, like you’re the one doing him a favor instead. what else were you supposed to say besides hell yes?
leon flashed you a smile that could make a grown man or woman weak on their knees before giving your lower stomach another kiss in gratitude; like someone who had been denied water in the middle of desert for a long time had finally found a lake to quench his thirst. a smirk that from your experience, was filled with a promise that had something to do with your ability to walk properly tomorrow.
he pulled down your shorts, you lifted your legs in response like it’s second nature, making it easier for him to take off your pants. he threw the fabric to the ground without care, his eyes loyal and unmoving like he’s stuck in a trance towards what the cloth was hiding this whole time. at his stare you attempted to close your legs but the grip of his hand on your inner thigh prevented you so, leon knelt in front of the bed as he put your legs on your shoulders, supporting your lower half; dangling if it weren’t for his sturdy body.
there it was in its most beautiful state, your soaking cunt right in front of his face. leon used the back of his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth, he could’ve sworn he thought he was drooling. “fuck. is this all for me?” he whispered, you could hear the proud smile in his question, knowing damn well what the answer was. you stared at the ceiling hoping it will help you to form some kind of a proper counter, yet you couldn’t find it in you to think of anything aside from this subliminal want for the male to do something.
you squealed at the touch of his rough hand brushing over your fold, the movement was slow, excruciatingly careful as he took his time like he’s admiring a piece of art. for a man who looked like he was ready to destroy any obstacle to get to this point, leon was unusually patient and looked very much in control.
or so you thought, until both of his arms sneaked themselves around your thighs locking your legs in place and you knew right there and then. there will be nothing stopping him from enjoying the feast he’s about to devour. and he made sure of that.
your body shook in anticipation as leon leaned in, running his tongue across your lips very slowly. each sweep getting deeper, sending mental notes to his senses so they would remember this taste forever. carving it thoroughly like a man who refused to take this moment for granted. your hips bucked at the sensation, chasing it in urgencyfor more, for it to be deeper.
”m-more please,” you pleaded, heaving. having no damn idea how you could be so out of breath even though leon was the only one doing all the moving, yet with every touch of his tongue, every tease, you found it hard to keep yourself in check.
“patience baby, i’m going to take my time with you alright? waited all damn day for this,” he replied with ease, fooling no one when his boxer looked like it was about to burst by his bulging erection. yet he stayed true to his words, because above his own pleasure what got him off the most was seeing your face in bliss, expression changing in every careful touch he did; enjoying how sensitive you became under his hand.
leon eyed your swollen clit that’s already begging to be licked, sucked, anything. and who was he to deny you that? his mouth then moved to the delicate spot, flicking it gently with his tongue as your body jerked like it’s burned alive, finally being granted the pleasure you’ve been waiting for. even when you flailed, leon easily sucked your bud with a scary accuration as he held your lower body steady; the sounds he made as his lips kept licking and swirling were like it came straight out of porn.
you let out a shameless moan and leon thrived under it, basking under the sexy noise you made like he’s an athlete who trained his whole life for this. and he would, if given the chance. him and your pussy everyday? give him a gun if he’d ever deny that. but that’s a wishful thought, a fake—albeit enticing situation he’d found himself daydreaming about, unlike right now, where your very real sopping wet cunt was right in front of him, all for him to please.
“you taste so fucking good.” leon hummed contently, his tongue encircling your clit like a madman who couldn’t get enough, feeling like he was about to cum in his pants every time he felt your center pulsate, twitching because he knew it did that only for him, by his touch only. you grinded your hips on his tongue, chasing for more friction. by then leon had started to lose himself, his control, like a man who was finally at the end of his wits, he began to eat you out genuinely.
his wild movement raw with lust, borderline unhinged as he leaned in deeper to caress and suck your slit like his life depended on it. you were sent into a state of frenzy at the ambush of his tongue, the grip on your thighs preventing you from pulling away as he worked on your already swelled clit, you felt your orgasm coming, stomach coiled. your hands that were grabbing the sheets were now on his dirty blonde hair, holding the soft strands tight like it’s your lifeline, the only thing keeping you still on ground. the tug on his hair as you led him deeper was what sent leon into overdrive, clinging to it like it’s an addiction as he got rougher.
“i-i’m cumming!” you screamed loudly, you were sure the neighbor could hear it so you knew for a fact that leon heard it as well yet his mouth stayed relentless. even as you writhed, overstimulated by the overwhelming waves of thrill he didn’t stop pleasuring you, even as you came undone his tongue was merciless, he was right there with you as you rode out your climax, never stopping even for a second. there were only flashes of light in the blackness as you eyes rolled, your spine tight with heat as you finished.
insatiable, that’s what he was. your hips stuttered, unfurling as he lapped up your release until the very last drop like it’s the best tasting meal he had all week. even with your cum smeared all around his lips, his skin glistening from the lights reflection the man still looked like he wanted more.
and more he took.
”w-wait leon, ‘m too sensitive,” you whimpered, asking for mercy he wasn’t going to give, mercy you weren’t sure you were going to accept either. after all, leon knew more than anyone that you had just as much unsatiated appetite as he was when it comes to this. you panted, your hands were still on his hair, squeezing it to prevent him from starting again, neither pushing him away.
“i know you have one more in there baby, do it for me?” he asked gently, though his gesture was anything but. mouth already on your quivering cunt and you let him, you always do. grinding his tongue against your swollen clitoris once more without giving you a break. you gasped, closing your legs out of reflex and without his hands holding your legs back anymore as they were on your knees, your thighs were practically smothering the man yet he didn’t seem to mind it even a bit. with him continuing to move without a care as he held your legs tighter around him, the man looked like he was exactly where he wanted to be.
when the fresh wave of intense pleasure started to hit you once more, you began to moan louder. the increased sensitivity on your clit had pushed you into taking more than you could, eager in giving the man everything he needed, since he gave you the same. intangible string of pleads escaped your lips as leon pressed on, knowing exactly how much you loved it when your limit was being tested. and even with the repetitive motion you didn’t find the man’s movement any less rigorous than before, it was actually the opposite. the thought of bringing you into the edge for the second time in just a short span of period made leon an ambitious man. no, it made him a beast.
“i-i can’t. ‘m close,” your core clenched and unclenched its muscles at the marvel of the man’s lips. who seemed like it had memorized every curve, every spot that would drive you wild. and he had full intent in doing so as his touch rapidly becoming more staggering, every flick pushing you under a rush that eventually became too much for you to hold. something that felt like a hot chain coiled itself within your stomach, tighter and tighter, begging for the sweet release of climax.
“come on my tongue, let me taste you again.” and like some kind of a mantra, you did just that, a yell of ecstasy cut through the room as your hips faltered erratically all under the soft of his touch, making sure you knew you were safe with him to feel it all, to let go. leon groaned like he ejaculated himself, the feeling of you coming undone was something he’ll never get used to, something that he wanted to all the time if he could.
you panted like someone had personally taken the oxygen from the room, inhaling air like you lack the source. coming down from the high you had noticed once again leon had lapped you all clean sateless man than he is. and when he showed no sign of getting up and changing his position, you started to worry.
“um, leon?” you called carefully.
“yeah?” he replied in ease, like a man without worry.
“aren’t you done?”
he gazed at you, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead which somehow added more to his sex appeal. he still had half of his face buried in your pussy, like someone really had to physically pull him back to get him away from it.
“one more, please baby? i know you have it in you.”
“i-i don’t know if i can, leon,”
“you can. please sweetheart. for me?”
and you knew you could, especially if it’s with leon. so you nodded, having no idea what you just agreed to.
he made you cum twice more after that.
well long story short, it turned out all leon had to do to relieve his stress was to eat you out.
warnings ; age gap ( leon’s 51, readers in her 20’s ), dirty talk, dirty talk of age gap, unprotected sex, creampie, slight hair pulling, praising, breeding kink undertone, slight aftercare
your bent over the counter, skirt flipped up, panties shoved to the side. his pants are half way down his thighs, zipper down just enough so thick cock is already out and leaking. he’s staring down at where your pussy’s swallowing him, jaw clenched.
“fuck…look at that,” he mutters, voice wrecked. “so pretty baby… such a pretty little pussy.” you whimper, pushing back, nails scraping the counter. “leon—harder, please” he snaps his hips forward, thrusting in deep, makes your whole body jolt. “shouldn’t even be inside you. too fucking young for me to be ruining this pretty little cunt.”
you moan louder, clenching around him on purpose. “i love it, when you fuck me like i’m your dirty secret”
he groans, one hand threading through your hair from behind, pulling your head back so you’re arched perfect into him. “yeah? like knowing i’m old enough to be your dad while i’m balls-deep in you? like knowing i’m corrupting you every time i cum inside?”
“yes, fuck yes—” you’re babbling now, thighs shaking. “your so much older, your cock’s so big, it stretches me so good, makes me feel so small”. he speeds up, pounding you stupid, your whole body shaking. with every thrust.
“should be ashamed of myself. fucking a girl half my age like this. but you keep begging for it and squeezing me like you want me to breed you.” you cry out, pushing your hips back harder. “do it, fill me up please…” he moans low, hips snapping non stop till he cums hard with a choked “fuck—baby”. he pumps you full, hips jerking as he empties inside you. you cum right after, pussy milking him dry till your legs give out.
he stays buried inside you, his heavy breath on your neck. his cock twitches inside you one last time before he pulls out of your fluttering pussy. his thick cum drips out almost immediately, running down the counter. he almost lets out a moan as he watches and reaches out to push it back in your pussy. you lay there whimpering and dreading to have to clean up the sticky mess.
Summary: All different eras of Leon and how they are during sex / intimate moments. And some other nsfw head canons.
Part I: RE2R, RE4R, & RE6 Leon
Part II: DI, Damnation, & RE9 Leon <- (Posted!)
Tags: SMUT, established relationship, creampie, pnv, degradation, pregnancy kink, chokehold, clothed sex, edging, slow/rush sex, cum play, lactation kink, unprotected sex, dry humping, bondage, praise, fingering, masturbation, spit play, overstimulation, age gap! (reader’s age depends on the different era’s of leon, if that makes sense), breeding kink, daddy kink, just all smut in general. MDNI! (NOT ALL TAGS WILL BE USED IN PART I)
RE2R!Leon — (21 years old)
⟡ Insecure about his dick size, but 5 1/2 inches is average, right?
⟡ Leon doesn’t haven’t a preference for woman but when he met an older woman like you, he fell in love, the age gap only being 6 years
⟡ Is it embarrassing to say that you’re the only girl he brought over to his crappy apartment, a girl who’s older than him, he even tidy it up his room and especially his bed only for it to be ruined later
⟡ He shouldn’t jerk off in the RPD bathroom while he’s on duty because you couldn’t stop sending him dirty texts
⟡ Dry humping your clothed ass when he feels you pressed up against him at night
⟡ Sometimes comes right in his boxers when you continue to rub against his aching cock
⟡ He can be a bit perverted when doing laundry, he might take a sniff of your panties
⟡ He always has condoms on the bed side drawers, he’s always over prepare
⟡ The first time he tries pussy is life changing, he always feasts for it, “please—pleasee, baby” while he tugs on the waist band of your sweatpants when he has to go to work in 30 minutes
⟡ When you told him you wanted to try having raw sex, he was hesitant and was thinking of all the possibilities what could happen, he thought about your pregnancy more than you
⟡ His first time fucking you raw, he barley puts his tip in and he’s mumbling random things like “oh god oh god oh—fuck-“
⟡ Praising you over and over again when he’s so close to coming from your pussy clenching around his cock
⟡ Always so gentle during sex since he doesn’t want to hurt you
⟡ That’s why you put him back on condoms because he always came too fast like a horny teenager
⟡ Slow sex, just kissing you and slowly thrusting into you feeling like his cock is about to explode inside you
⟡ Pulls out his aching cock when he about to come and shoots it all over your belly
⟡ He’s so subby and when he needs you after a long day of work and just doing reports
⟡ Bondage? He never expected for that to be one of his kinks until you start stroking his cock as all he can do is moan and watch you abuse his tip even edging him
⟡ Your mouth feels like heaven, it shows you’re experienced by the way you’re making him moan under you
⟡ Nicknames he’ll call you: baby or some other name that’s short and sweet!
RE4R!Leon — (27 years old)
⟡ He’s now mature into a handsome man after the events of Raccoon City
⟡ With the years passed, he’s definitely more cocky and it shows during sex, “You gonna come all over my fingers just like that?” His voice filled with cockiness, watching you fall apart
⟡ This time, Leon prefers woman younger than him, this time the age gap being 3 years
⟡ After coming back from Spain, he can’t help but crawl back to bed with you and caress your body, never letting go, a feeling of fear that he wasn’t going to see you
⟡ His huge muscular arms holding you tight, kissing you down to your neck, his hands undressing you to feel you more
⟡ All those months of being gone really made him needy, coming after you sucked his tip for not even 2 minutes
⟡ This time bondage is different, it’s you being tied up, all vulnerable for him, roleplaying like you’re the one who needs rescuing
⟡ He loves fucking you against the wall, guess it was worth it to gain some muscle while he was back in specialized training to become a elite agent
⟡ “Giving my princess what she needs” Then rubbing your soaked panties with that cocky grin like he’s doing you a ‘big’ favor
⟡ Spits into your mouth before making out with you, tongue swirling together as he fingers your needy pussy
⟡ Of course he still wears a condom, right now isn’t the time to settle and have a kid when he’s out here fighting infected people and barely home as it
⟡ Even sex is more different well it’s depends, if he came home from a mission then it’s rough but usually it’s slow sex in the morning
⟡ Leaving hickeys on your warm body is all he can think about
⟡ Masturbating should’ve been left 6 year ago but he can’t help but touch himself when you send him nudes when he’s overseas
⟡ He can’t even let you shower alone without him, it most likely ends up with you on your knees sucking him off
⟡ Loves painting your face with his come after
⟡ Nicknames he’ll call you: babe and princess or if he feels very cocky then brat
RE6!Leon — (36 years old)
⟡ An older woman with big tits that he can motor boat in is his dreams
⟡ Age gap only being 4 years, as he always hears you complain about your wrinkles which he can’t even see
⟡ He definitely didn’t expect you to come along in his life, since he was helplessly in love with another woman who didn’t want him
⟡ He’s the definition of a jealous man, gets jealous of every man who claims to be your ‘friend’, it’s called protection, that’s why he’s having rough sex with you on the bed…right?
⟡ He has you gripping the sheets like crazy when you mention another guy around him, he’ll fuck the guy out of your memory
⟡ He has a habit of talking to your pussy like it’s a person, “She’s so needy for me today” as he proceeds to finger the fuck out of you
⟡ Overstimulation is the best with him, after you just comed all over his fingers, he just slides his cock right in, making you come twice while he rubs your clit still talking to your pussy
⟡ Maybe he has a bit of a daddy or degradation kink, he continues to hold a grudge of you talking to that guy from early, “You’re all mines, my body, all mines for Daddy, right? You little cheeky girl” pinching your cheeks
⟡ Type to send you videos of himself jerking himself off to a photo of you, muttering your name
⟡ He doesn’t even try when he eats your pussy it’s like he’s a pro at it, his tongues always hitting the right spots, but even so, he doesn’t allow you pushing his head in
⟡ Allowing you to ride him is a rare thing but you do it so good, he even praises you “Look at you go, sweetie” before pushing you down more
ugh re6 and damnation leon are literally my favorite, i can’t wait to write about damnation leon 🤤
thank you for reading as always! working on part 2 right now, will post tomorrow or later this week ^^ (Update! please check out part 2 if you enjoyed this!)
rookie leon getting his cock sucked under his desk, while the others are taking a small break before getting back to work.
he would be so embarrassed, cheeks reddening the more you take him into your mouth, heart pounding against his ribs because he’s aroused but also scared someone might walk on you two.
he doesn’t want to get into trouble, but god your mouth feels so nice wrapped around his member.
“[y/n],” he pants, too shy to even grip your hair — you have to physically grab his hands and guide them to your hair. “feels– ngh! so good.”
dim lights. flickering candles. the smell of a delicious home cooked meal and the soft murmur of a forgotten movie playing in the background. your shared living room was a cosy paradise. the two of you were seated in a heap of fluffy blankets on the couch, your legs wrapped around leon’s waist, his broad back pressing into your front, large hands grazing the bare skin of your legs. ring on his finger cold to the touch.
he severely enjoyed this. so much that it made him feel crazy, lightheaded and buzzing with adrenaline. being in your arms, your control, it set alight a fire in him that would never, could never, burn out. he rested a calloused hand on your knee, gripping your leg and pulling it tighter around him. your hands hovered over the steadily growing bulge in his sweatpants, the ghostly touch making his dick twitch in anticipation.
when he tilted his head back, looking into your eyes with the devotion that’d gotten you to marry him, you all but crashed your lips onto his. he groaned, parting his lips slightly to let in your tongue. he’d missed you an ungodly amount. gone for two weeks on a mission in the middle of nowhere with no reception. he’d been worried sick, worried that you’d think he was dead and gone. that you’d forget about him.
leon was anything if not dramatic, and infatuated with you.
you kissed for minutes on end, like you had all the time in the world, grazing the tent in his pants with increasing fervour and pressure. leon started grinding his hips upwards, chasing your touch, impatient. you smiled into his mouth, a soft chuckle lilting out of you. it made his stomach flip. he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, looking down at his lap where you finally began to give him a fraction of what he needed.
he watched, lips parted, as you pushed down his sweats, tapping the wet spot that had formed on his boxers. he sucked in a breath at the pressure, heart flying in his chest. he was so easy for you. he couldn’t believe it sometimes, how quickly you could undo him. take down his walls, the walls he’d spent so many years building. all it took was a single look from you, a touch, a word, and he was done for. he licked his lips, shivering when you exposed his dick to the air, hiking the hem of his boxers and pants underneath his balls.
“so pretty.” you murmured, manicured nails dragging along his length in a way that made leon gasp. your lips brushed against his nape, sending shivers down his spine and causing his grip on you to tighten.
“i-“ he stammered, hips rising when you finally wrapped a warm palm around him, squeezing at the base. god, you were going to kill him. he didn’t even know how he’d made it this far. married for years, and he still acted like a virgin around you. it would be embarrassing if he didn’t love you as much as he did.
you grazed your fingers over his tip, gathering the pre that had begun to form, and slathering it across the rest of his length. you felt his neck tense against you as he swallowed. a wet shlick sounded through the room as you stroked him. leon breathed into your neck, warmth spreading through your body and spiking at your core. he was so needy. so perfect. your free hand rubbed at his chest, massaging the solid muscle beneath his shirt in time with your strokes. leon was trembling.
“how are you doing, handsome?” you whispered into his hair, smelling his shampoo; rich, warm, soft, like home.
“mmm.” he groaned, a deep rumbling reverberating from his chest, grinding his hips into your hand. “good, huh?” you giggled, grabbing a handful of his pec and speeding up your strokes. leon exhaled, twitching in your grip.
“god, you’re going to kill me, sweetheart.” he mumbled, biting his lip. his skin was on fire. your strokes were producing pornographically wet sounds, he was leaking like a faucet. the hand that had been playing with his chest moved to the top of his head, running fingers through his hair. leon’s eyes rolled into the back of his head at the onslaught of sensation. he swears he could cum just from you running your fingers down the back of his neck.
he was close. you were altering your strokes, gripping at his tip, applying pressure just underneath the head. just the way he adored. his canting hips were beginning to tremble, thighs shaking. you gripped his hair in your fingers. not too tight but tight enough to turn his head gently towards you. his blue eyes were fogged with pleasure, eyebrows furrowed in a plea. you kissed his swollen lips, licking his teeth, making him moan. his hand on your knee moved down to your calf, gripping your flesh harder.
“i’m gonna-“ leon whimpered into your mouth, capturing your lips in another kiss. you smiled, running your hand from his hair to his jaw, caressing the stubble there.
“fuck.”
“let go, i’ve got you.” you whispered, speeding up your strokes, his dick was now pulsing in your hand. he threw his head back over your shoulder, hips lifting off of the couch and fucking into your fist. harsh pants left his parted lips as he succumbed to you, letting the coil in his abdomen snap with a grunt. spurts of cum splattered all over the both of you, some of it reaching the column of leon’s neck. your hand was wet, covered in his cum, as you continued stroking him through his orgasm, letting him ride the wave until his hips were twitching frantically from overstimulation.
“fuck, too much.” he whimpered, his hand flying to grip your wrist. you hummed, ceasing your movements. next time, then. because tonight was about pleasing him, letting him relax after a long mission. a proper welcome home.
“i missed you so fucking much.” he panted into your neck, pressing his lips against your pulse, committing to memory that you’re alive. that he’s not dreaming. that he’s in your arms, in your home. he’s not dead, and you’re not left alone, wondering where he is.
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ok, so i’m lit just horny for sub leon kennedy and wanted some domestic fluff sprinkled in there. sorry for any spelling mistakes, grammar mistakes, etc, was writing this with one hand 🥰
also his age here is up to you but i’m thinking of re6 leon specifically #needhim
being in the relationship with older man surely have many benefits right?
like you being in the relationship with 41 year old Leon
he age like a fine wine still have those muscle of all the years of training and fighting bioweapons
sure he gonna use those muscle in a good use, and never underetimate his stamina especially in bed
like now he bullying your cunt from behind with headlock by his big bicep with lord knows how long this been
nonstop abusing poor cunt of yours by his fat cock, keep pleasing himself inside your gummy pussy, and whispering nothing but dirty word to your ears that obviously making your pussy more wet and tighter around his fat cock
crying around his bigass bicep well its a heaven to you, who wounldn't like it? many woman would kill for your positions now
and Leon wont be gentle too keep in fast rhythm making the bed squecking for the smashing both of you creating
hope the neighboor wouldn't mind the wet clapping sound, bed squecking like crazy, your moans, your crying of pleasure
sure he gonna release his fat load inside your cunt, yea his hot stuff inside you still pluged by his cock didnt want making go to waste he order you to clench your pussy while he pull out slowly
making his cums inside you for while and he let you unclench while he clean your cunt, tasting his own cums inside your pussy
lapping your cunt messily while he pinch your cunt, thanks to his little poking beard againts your vulva making you squirts soo good in a minute
he didnt care about the mess you guys made as long he got want he want and thats his only mission now
but dont worry he gonna give you the best aftercare ever
like you still out of breath still high on adrenalins, he pull you into a cuddle first for minutes, until he walk to bathroom run a warm bath water for both of you clean up
just pick you up easily and put you gently in bathtub wash you making you relaxed, washing your hair from behind while you feels his cock rising up again from your the back of your ass again
well its gonna be a long night for the both of you
hope you can keep up with this old man stamina
writen by @/ifuckinghateschool
pls dont copy my work, or translate it into other language are not permitted
sorry for bad english and grammar i'm still learning
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ➜ hi everyone!! i haven’t posted in a while but now I’m back with a new post!! this does have some plot at the start but other than that this is just smut… i live for older Leon so i hope you enjoy!!
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ➜ contains: explicit content, sex, PiV sex, rough sex, headlock/choking, afab reader, the reader is chubby, mentions of scars, drinking, younger reader, age gap (Leon is 49 and reader is 25), reader is on the pill, unprotected sex and maybe some other stuff but i can’t remember (╥﹏╥)
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ➜ disclaimer: english isn't my first language so i apologise in advance if there are any spelling mistakes..
₊˚⊹ ᰔ Summary: A crowded bar, a glass of whiskey, and the last empty seat in the room. He insists he doesn't get involved with women half his age. You insist the whiskey can't be that bad. Somewhere between dry remarks, lingering glances, and conversations neither of you expected to have, an evening meant to end with a polite goodbye becomes something neither of you is ready to walk away from.
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The bass of an older rock song pulsed across the walls of the bar, vibrating faintly through your throat as loud, overlapping conversations filled the area. Warm lights hung low from the ceiling, adding soft halos over polished bottles lined behind the counter. It wasn’t your usual go to place, but your friend had insisted.
Apparently an invite like this meant torturing yourself into being a temporary wingwoman until she finds a suitable guy.
You swirled the melting ice in your cocktail with a soft sigh, watching from your self reserved booth as your friend laughed a little too hard at something a black haired man had whispered into her ear.
You caught her eye, and all she offers you is an apologetic smile. Before you could even text her, she was already pulling her jacket on while the stranger held the door open for her.
The cold dusk air filtering inside as they disappeared together. The door swung shut and you visibly deflated. With your drink nearing the bottom of the glass and no official reason to occupy a booth meant for four people, you slipped your bag over your shoulder and wandered toward the bar.
Somehow, every stool seemed to be taken. Groups of friends crowded together, couples leaning into each other's conversations. You almost kept walking, until your eyes drifted further down the counter.
One seat remained.
Next to him.
He looked slightly intimidating, not because he was actively glaring or acting weird. If anything, it was the opposite.
He sat perfectly still, broad shoulders relaxed beneath a fitted navy shirt that looked unfairly good on him. His forearms rested against the polished wood, one hand loosely holding a glass of whiskey, idly observing as the liquid swirls around the glass.
His hair was a little longer than most men his age tend to have, soft strands of dirty blonde falling across his forehead, touched with a few silver strays near the temples. Stubble shadowed his jaw and faint lines framed eyes that somehow looked both exhausted and constantly alert.
He simply existed in the warm lights of the bar. Comfortably alone.
You couldn’t even begin to explain why, but something about that drew you in.
You cleared your throat slightly. “Is anyone sitting here?”
His gaze lifted slightly.
Blue, a shade paler than you expected.
For a heartbeat, he simply looked at you. His gaze hadn’t lingered, he didn’t obviously check you out either. A stare made to assess. He then glanced at the empty stool.
“No.” His deep voice rumbled through his chest. A little rough around the edges.
You smiled slightly. “Mind if I steal it?”
“It’s not mine.” He replied.
“Well, that’s not exactly permission.” You look at him, expectantly.
One corner of his mouth lifts imperceptibly. “Go ahead.”
You settled onto the stool, smoothing your dress out before setting your bag onto your lap.
“So…” You glanced at him. “Thanks.”
He gave a small nod before returning his attention to his half empty glass of whiskey.
Well. This was going brilliantly.
The bartender approached you with a practiced smile. “What can I get you?”
You take a quick look at the amber liquid in the older man’s glass.
“I’ll have whatever he’s having.” You say confidently, crossing your arms under your chest.
His eyes flicked toward you. “You don’t want this.” He intoned.
“Oh?” You turn to him and raise a brow.
“It’s whiskey.” He answers.
“I know what whiskey is.”
“I’m not convinced.” He said with an authoritative weight.
“Excuse me??” You reply.
“You’ll hate it.” He says it like it’s a fact, like that assessing stare earlier had told him everything about you.
“That’s for me to decide.” You say stubbornly.
The bartender hid a small smile as he poured another glass of whiskey.
You took a sip. And immediately every muscle in your face tried to protest.
It tasted like chewed acorns.
You forced yourself to swallow the throat burning liquid. “That’s awful…”
A low chuckle rumbled beside you. “I warned you.” He says, slight smugness laced in his voice.
“Don’t worry, it grows on you.”
“I sincerely hope not.” You reply before asking the bartender for some water.
“You don’t have to finish it.” His statement had offered you an easy way out. But were you going to listen?
No.
“I refuse to lose a battle against a drink.” You say firmly.
“You’re stubborn.” The man beside you states, turning towards you properly for the first time tonight.
“I prefer the word determined.” You say as you take a quick sip of the water the bartender had just placed on the counter.
“I don’t.” He replies, with a slight shrug.
You scoff slightly with a smile. “You don’t even know me.”
“I know enough.” He states, bringing the glass of whiskey up to his lips.
“Oh?” You question him.
“You ignored good advice.” He rumbled, before finishing the glass in one take.
You sigh softly. “Fair…”
You found yourself smiling at him. There was something unexpectedly easy about talking to him. His sense of humour wasn’t exactly flashy, it was dry. Quiet.
For a few moments, the conversation shifted into comfortable silence… and you couldn’t help stealing another glance.
God.
He really was handsome.
Not in the polished, influencer edited kind of way.
He looked real. Like someone who’d lived through enough sleepless nights to earn every faint line around his dusk coloured eyes. His shoulders stretched the fabric of his shirt, his forearms looked strong enough to lift furniture without much needed effort, and the pale scars decorating his skin disappeared beneath pushed up sleeves that hinted at stories you doubted he’d ever share.
You realised you’d been staring.
And of course he noticed.
“..Something on my face?” He said with a chest vibrating depth.
Heat flooded into your cheeks, a rosy hue painting your face. “I was just thinking.” You say. That wasn’t exactly a lie.
“I’m afraid to ask.” His words rolled out like thick, dark velvet, as he assessed you for the second time that day.
You smile softly at him, resting your head on the palm of your hand.
“I think you might be the most attractive man in this bar.” You say honestly.
He blinked once, before releasing a slow breath from his nose.
“That’s one way to start a conversation.”
You shrug slightly. “I wasn’t trying to start anything.”
“No?” He looks at you, the permanent furrow in his brows lifting slightly.
“No.” You say innocently. “I just appreciate good looking people.”
He studied you for a second longer this time, eyes glazing over your appearance.
“...How old are you?” He asks, curiosity laced into his deep monotone.
You smile into your glass of water. “Twenty five.”
Your answer seemed to settle over him like a weight, his shoulders dropping subtly.
“..Right.” He exhaled.
“What?” You ask.
He rubbed his thumb against the rim of his glass. “I don’t get involved with women half my age.”
There wasn’t any clear arrogance in the statement. No smug assumption that you wanted him. If anything, he sounded slightly tired. Like it was regulation he had repeated to himself more than once.
You tilt your head softly. “Who said I wanted to get involved with you?”
A corner of his mouth lifts indistinguishably.
“I said you were attractive.” You repeat.
“I noticed.”
“Those aren’t the same thing.” You smile, voice like fluid silk.
“No?” He questioned.
“No.” You reply.
You lean against the bar, body pressing against the counter.
“Maybe I just thought a handsome older guy deserved a compliment.”
He looked at you for a long moment. Then, to your satisfaction, he smirked faintly.
“You always this persistent?” He says with a low melodic hum.
“Only when people keep trying to put words in my mouth.”
For the first time since you had sat down next to him, the lines around his eyes had softened.
“..I’m ___” You say softly. “And you?”
“Leon.”
No other arrangement of letters could have captured him so well. Strong. Simple.
“So…” You say with a feathery cadence. “What brings you here, Leon?”
He rolled the whiskey around his second glass, watching the amber liquid reflect the warm bar lights before taking another slow sip.
“....Needed somewhere quiet.”
You look around the crowded room.
Someone near the speaker had just burst into an offkey cover of ‘In the Closet’ by Michael Jackson. A group of young adults playing pool erupting into cheers after someone landed an impossible shot, while the poor bartender struggled to note down three different drink orders.
Your gaze drifts back to Leon.
“You’ve got a very interesting definition of quiet."
The faintest hint of amusement displayed on his features. “I’ve had louder.”
The answer was so simple. So casual. However, something about it made you stop yourself from asking what he'd meant. There was something behind those three words. Something heavier. You had the distinct feeling that if you kept digging, you'd find stories no one should have to tell.
“What about you?” He murmured.
"What about me?" You ask curiously.
"You asked why I was here."
"Oh." You realise.
You rested your chin in your hand, as if you’ve had enough of that situation. "My friend abandoned me."
His brow furrowed immediately. "Abandoned?"
"She found some incredibly handsome stranger." You say with a soft nod.
"I don't like where this is going."
"I didn't either." You laughed softly.
“Yeah, well, people in bars usually have questionable judgment,” Leon muttered, before setting his glass down.
Silence stretches between you both in the loudest way possible, the music vibrating through the warmth of the bar.
"So..." you began, resting your elbow against the bar. "What do you actually do?"
He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he watched the bartender pour syrupy liquids into freshly washed glasses.
"I work for the government."
You stared. “That’s it?”
He looked over at you again. “That’s it.” He repeats.
You glanced at him, subtly checking out his muscular build. "How long have you been doing... government things?"
"A while." He intoned.
"That's not an answer." You press further.
"It is." He states.
"No, it's a time frame."
"It's both."
You let out a dramatic sigh. "I swear, getting information out of you is like interviewing a brick wall.”
"I've heard that one before." He stated.
"I doubt you've heard all of them."
"I've probably heard most." He muttered in his low baritone.
You take another sip of your water. "I mean..." You gestured vaguely toward him. "You've had longer than me to hear them."
The second the words leave your mouth, you turn to him. “I didn’t mean-”
Leon slowly turns his head towards you. “I see how it is, so you think I’m old?” He questions.
“No!” You reply, almost too quickly. "I meant..." You groaned, covering your face with one hand. "I meant you've lived longer."
"...Which generally comes with being old." He takes another slow sip of his whiskey.
"You know that's not what I meant." You pout slightly.
He stayed silent for a few seconds, deliberately making you wait. "...Right."
"What?" You look at him expectantly.
"You almost had me feeling good about myself." He mutters with a slight smirk.
"Leon–"
"Then you reminded me that I’ve got one foot in the retirement home."
A soft smile bloomed onto your lips, warm and genuine enough that it seemed almost dreamlike in the loud warmth of the room.
“Are one liners your thing?” You enquire the older man.
"I've got a limited selection." He replies.
"Only a limited one?" You smile.
"Government budget cuts."
Pressing your lips together against a laugh, you listened to the cheesiest jokes imaginable. Sarcasm had rolled off him so effortlessly it felt like his primary dialect.
“So do you think I should be asking the bartender to blend my drinks?” He mutters with a slight grunt as he downs his whiskey.
Your smile drops slightly, guilt eating at you, letting your forehead fall lightly against the edge of the bar counter with a soft groan.
"I can't believe I accidentally called the hottest man I've seen all year old." You mumble.
For the first time since you'd met him, Leon looked genuinely caught off guard.
His eyebrows lifted ever so slightly.
"...That's quite the recovery."
"It wasn't a recovery." You sit up and look at him.
"Oh yeah? I’d say it is.” The words vibrated in his chest.
You sigh softly, the subdued blush from earlier making a comeback as you smooth down your dress again, painfully aware of how tight it seems to be enveloping your chubby figure.
“I meant what I said.” You mumble, needing to say it a little louder just in case he couldn’t hear you over the deafening environment of the bar.
He cleared his throat. "...You're direct aren’t you?"
“Not usually.” He studied you for a moment, the teasing expression fading into something quieter.
“Am I the lucky exception?” He rumbles, glancing sideways at you.
Your lips curled into a small smile as you looked down at your drink, absentmindedly tracing the rim of the glass with your finger.
"Maybe."
Everything blurred until there was only the heat of Leon’s mouth against yours.
His hands roam your clothed body, your figure sliding onto his lap, framing his hips with your plush thighs as you settle against him. Your dress exposing more skin than designed.
His apartment was minimalistic, as if he was constantly on the move. You weren’t sure what you had imagined, something colder, maybe. Something that matched the intimidating man from the bar who carried himself like he was always waiting for something to go wrong.
But it was filtered with a gentle quietness. The lights were warm rather than harsh, casting a soft glow over your bodies. Everything had a place. Nothing was left carelessly scattered.
There was no teasing remark waiting on his tongue, no dry one liner to break the moment apart. Just the warmth of him, the steady way his hand settled against you like he was still giving you every opportunity to change your mind.
You didn’t, fingers curling slightly into the fabric of his navy shirt, feeling the unremitting rise and fall of his heavy breathing beneath your desperate touch. The same man who had spent the entire night keeping you at arm’s length was now touching you like he was afraid that if he loosened the grip on your hips, the moment would disappear.
It almost made you smile, letting him kiss you like he was trying to remember what it felt like to want something without immediately convincing himself he shouldn’t.
When you pulled back softly, his eyes drifted to yours, blue and immeasurably more mellow than they had been when you first met him. He looked slightly off guard, eyebrows furrowing with new found lenience.
You couldn’t resist the small smile that tugged at your subtly swollen lips.
“Something funny?” He murmured as his large hands squeezed at the soft flesh of your hips.
You shook your head. “No, I'm contemplating.”
His expression had shifted into immediate suspicion.
“That’s not a good sign.” He muttered.
You laugh quietly at his words, arms resting around his neck.
“You know…” You whispered. “I thought you don’t get involved with women half your age?” You tease.
A quiet breath left him, not quite a laugh. More like the sound of a man realizing he had walked directly into a trap and had no one to blame but himself.
His eyes narrowed slightly, though the amusement behind them was impossible to miss.
“Is that what we’re doing now?” He spoke in an unfaltering, deep cadence.
You smiled innocently, your position proving otherwise. “Doing what?”
“Keeping score.” He states.
You tilted your head. “I’m just pointing out an observation.”
“An observation?”
“Mhm.”
His hands remained resting at your hips, before slipping under the fabric, hands moving absentmindedly against the soft skin of your thighs. Your breath hitched softly.
“Weren’t you the one that spent the entire night diverting my attention towards my age?” He said.
His hand seemed to be inching further under the fabric of your dress, muted whimpers leaving your lips. “I did not.” You manage.
“You implied it.”
“You’re the one who brought up the retirement home.” You argue softly.
His lips curled into an arrogant little line. “Because you decided to call me old.”
“I called you attractive.” Your breath hitches again, his hand not stopping its teasing movement.
“Before calling me old.” He leans in impossibly closer.
I scoff softly. “Details.”
He shook his head, eyes glazing over your flushed face as if he was genuinely trying to understand how you managed to argue your way out of everything.
“You don’t make this easy.” A sonorous, effortless depth had made even his casual words sound important.
“And yet..” You whisper softly, lips only a small distance from his. “We just made out in your apartment.”
Leon’s thumb brushed lightly over your clothed wetness as he looked at you. “You really don’t let things go, do you?”
“No.” You manage a soft answer, attempting to steady your racing heart.
The kiss started slowly, almost like Leon was giving himself one last chance to stop. But then your fingers slipped into his hair, and whatever internal argument he had been having disappeared. His lips moved against yours with a tenderness that felt almost unexpected from someone who carried so much weight behind his eyes. Every movement was deliberate, like he wasn’t rushing to take anything from the moment. He was savoring the sweetness of your lips.
Your dress had come off in a matter of seconds, Leon’s breath audibly catching. His calculating eyes dropped for a split second, taking in the sight of your softness, then snapping back to your flushed face, as if he was seeking silent consent from you.
You nod softly, and his calloused hands hover for an aching moment. Slowly he reaches out to trace his hand along the softness of your stomach. A test. A muscle ticks in his jaw as restraint wars with desire.
“You’re staring, Kennedy.” You breathe out.
The corner of his mouth lifted faintly.
“Hard not to.”
“That a compliment?” You tease slightly.
“You want it to be?”
You smiled. “Maybe.”
The kiss resumed, more desperate this time, filled with all the things he struggled to say out loud. The quiet affection. The hesitation. Your hands reach out towards his navy shirt, tugging on the hem like a yearning succubus.
Leon’s movements begin to grow urgent, pulling his shirt over his head in one fluid motion with a quiet grunt. Without the barrier of the navy fabric, the full reality of his imposing frame hit you all at once. A dusting of dark chest hair, lightly peppered with silver at the center, contoured the heavy muscle of his pectorals before tapering down into a distinct, enticing happy trail that disappeared straight into the waistband of his trousers.
As you reached out, your palms smoothed over the broad expanse of his chest, feeling the frantic, heavy thud of his heart hammering against his ribs. Decades of survival had carved his torso into dense, hard muscle, every line of his abdomen flexing as he adjusted his weight. Your hands slid upward, your fingers catching on the raised silver tracks of old battle scars peppering his shoulders. Leon let out a low, ragged rumble from the depth of his chest as his large, calloused hands locked onto your hips once again, anchoring you effortlessly to his lap.
His eyes flickered down briefly, catching the way your confidence faltered beneath his attention. The corner of his mouth lifts subtly.
“You were awfully confident at the bar.” He mutters. “Starting to lose your words now?”
Crimson stole across your features. “Shut up.” You whisper before capturing his mouth again, using the kiss to hide your burning cheeks.
Your thighs tighten on either side of his hips as you tilt your head to deepen the angle. The sudden pressure of your soft body flush against his bare, hard muscles caused Leon’s breath to hitch, eagerly meeting the desperate, hungry rhythm of your lips. You sigh faintly into the kiss, reaching behind you to unclasp your bra, letting it slip off of you finding its new place on the floor. In the blur of the moment, your panties had also vanished, guided down your thighs by the heavy, urgent sweep of Leon's calloused hands without either of you breaking the rhythm of the kiss.
The kiss deepens instinctively, the prominent veins running along the backs of his hands and up his forearms flexed as his hands glide up your bare back. A reverent exploration, tracing your shoulders, spine, mapping every new curve now exposed to him. As if trying to memorise your body from touch alone.
Leon’s breath stalls as your hands slide down to the waistband of his trousers. “Easy..” He breathes out.
He doesn’t stop, just lifts his hips slightly to aid in your actions. Letting you pull the fabric and the soft cotton beneath them down his thighs in one single, determined motion.
The fabric disappears..and now there’s no barrier left between you two at all. Just bare skin meeting skin. You glance downward at his length, thick and fully aroused, standing proud against the dark line of his happy trail. Inexplicably you had started to feel modestly intimidated.
Leon notices your less than subtle glance downward, and the way your blush had deepened in colours. A low exhale escapes his nose, before his large hand slides up from your hip to gently cup your jaw, his thumb tracing the warm flush on your cheeks. He applies a soft, steady pressure to guide your eyes back up to meet his.
“Hey,” he murmurs, his voice dropping to that low, velvety resonance that instantly calms your racing pulse. “Look at me. There's no need to be nervous. Just tell me what you need sweetheart.”
His other hand slides down to cradle the small of your back, guiding with silent reassurance. You lifted your hips, aligning his length with your aching warmth, before slowly sinking down. The breathless contact made you gasp as he filled you, his dense tactical frame completely unyielding beneath your weight. Leon’s hands clamped tightly onto your hips to anchor you, grunting softly as your bare skin met in the most complete way possible.
The gentle warmth in his tone completely strips away your defenses. You lean forward until your forehead rests against his collarbone, breathing in his familiar scent.
“Just stay like this for a second,” you whimper against his skin, your fingers tangling into the coarse texture of his chest hair.
The moment you sink onto him fully, Leon’s body tenses, his jaw clenching, a ragged breath punching out of him. Holy shit.
It’s overwhelming, not just the physical sensation but the intimacy of it. You trusting him like this, letting your bodies connect so completely. The internal heat between you flooded outward, making the air feel thick and heavy.
As the initial shock of the fullness began to soften into a deep, pulsing ache, you let out a trembling whimper against his collarbone. Your hips gave a tentative, involuntary twitch, a soft upward tilt that drove a low, subterranean groan right out of Leon’s throat.
His grip on your hips tightened with a sudden, possessive urgency, his knuckles whitening as your subtle movement ruptured whatever fragile restraint he had left.
“You okay?” He murmurs, voice strained with increasing urgency. One hand lifts to brush hair from your forehead, checking on you even as his hips twitch slightly beneath yours, a subconscious urge to move.
You give a breathless, quiet nod against his skin, your voice dropping to a needy whisper. “Yes..”
With that final confirmation, you lift your weight slightly and begin to move, setting an agonizingly slow, deliberate rhythm. The friction of the contact is immediate and dizzying, your syrupy walls sliding along his thick length as you ride him. Leon lets out a rough, gravelly gasp at the first downward press of your hips, keeping you flush against his lap to meet every single rise and fall.
Leon’s head falls back against the headboard, eyes fluttering shut at the slow, experimental rolls of your hips. Every movement sending sparks up his spine. He lets you take the initiative, letting you set the pace, watching through half lidded eyes how your soft body moves above him. The way your hair falls forward with each teasing motion, how focused you look.
His hands slide up to grip your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh like he needs something to ground himself. He feels the softness under his fingers, memorising it as you pick up speed. A breathy curse slips out. “Fuck..”
His cock twitches deep inside you, swelling even thicker under the sudden, friction-heavy heat of your accelerating pace. The sound of his deep, breathless curse rolls over you like dusk, instantly sending a matching shiver straight down your own spine.
Driven by the raw desperation of the moment, you tilt your pelvis forward, sinking down fully to grind your slick warmth flush against the unyielding ridge of his pelvic bone. The rhythm turns more deliberate, bodies syncing in a way that makes heat coil tight in both of you.
A low groan rumbles from Leon’s chest, unfiltered. His abs flexing involuntarily with each upward thrust meeting yours. Preemptively, he can’t stay passive any longer. One hand shifts around to grip your lower back, helping lift and drop you onto him with fractionally more force, still allowing you to lead.
“Leon..” You let out a soft moan of his name, the syllables trailing off into a broken, breathless sigh against the column of his throat. Hearing his name on your lips completely undoes him. Leon’s breath catches hard, his chest locking beneath your palms as a sudden, intense shudder ripples right through his heavy frame. His grip at the small of your back tightens instinctively, pulling you so close that there isn’t a single fraction of space left between your bare chests.
Encouraged by your pleasure echoing in the quiet room, his grip tightens on your back, helping you bounce with more vigour, each downward motion now meeting an upward thrust from his hips as he grunts. The bed creaks softly beneath you both, but neither cares about anything but this. The slick heat between your bodies, the moans spilling from your lips, Leon’s own breath coming faster by the second.
Your lips are swollen from extensive kissing, eyes teary from pleasure, and face flushed with a blossoming pink as you move your hips faster. You feel yourself falter slightly as an ache settles in your burning muscles. Leon groans softly, crashing his mouth onto yours. The kiss is messy. Teeth clashing, tongues tangling as his hands roam everywhere at once, the pace turning feverish. Leon’s restraint snaps completely under the hypnotic friction, a low grunt ripping from his throat as his large, calloused hands slide from your waist down to your thighs.
With the fluid, effortless strength of an elite operative, he shifts his weight. In one smooth, breathtaking motion, he lifts you and rolls, reversing your positions until the mattress catches your fall. You let out a small yelp at the sudden change in perspective, leaving your head spinning as you find yourself flat on your back, the cool sheets a sharp contrast against your flushed, sweat adorned skin.
Before you can even catch your breath, Leon hovers over you, his massive, bare chest heaving as he traps you beneath his frame. His heavy thighs settle securely between yours, pinning your legs wide to completely claim your space. He looks down at you through the messy, sweat-dampened strands of his hair, his blue eyes dark, entirely consumed by an obstinate force of need. Without giving you a single second to acclimate to the shift, his hand slides under the small of your back to arch your hips upward, aligning his length before driving back inside you with a deep, relentless thrust that knocks a loud, helpless moan right out of your lungs.
Aggressive thrusts. Fast, deep strokes that make your soft body bounce slightly with each snap of his hips. He leans down, whispers sweet praise against your ear. “So perfect.” He murmurs between ragged breaths.
A contrast of the sweetest tooth decaying words and the feral movement of his cock against your gummy walls as his hands grips your hips hard enough to leave marks.
Leon’s body moves with years of discipline, every thrust precise, tempestuous, lost in the heat of your tightening warmth. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, his rough, silver-flecked stubble scratching pleasantly against your sensitive skin as a dark, needy growl vibrates directly against your collarbone. Leon’s movements turn entirely frantic, the disciplined precision of his strokes melting away into a raw, unbridled desperation. His large hands squeeze your hips with a bruising pressure, pinning you down into the mattress as his thrusts become faster, shallower, and completely relentless.
Saccharine words spill out of his mouth.”Look at you…taking me so well.” You mewl in reply as he leaves a kiss just under your jaw. “So fucking beautiful.” He mutters.
His teeth graze your neck, honeyed moans leaving your swollen lips before his mouth claims yours again in a searing kiss that matches the intensity below.
A sheen of sweat glistens on both your bodies. The air in the room is heavy and wavering, charged with an intensity that seems to blur the world outside. Every breath feels shared, a frantic rhythm that underscores the deep connection between you. Leon’s gaze is locked on yours, his usual composure completely replaced by a raw, unfiltered vulnerability that he only ever reveals in moments like these.
You moan enticingly, some drool leaving your puffed lips as the tip of his length continues its feverish abuse against your cervix. “Leon…fuck..” You mumble.
His name lingered on your tongue like a prayer, every sound falling from your lips fueling him further.
Leon’s curses spill out in a guttural stream. “Fuck.. atta girl.” Each word ragged with pleasure as your core tightens around him like an alluring vice.
He can feel his own climax barreling toward him, yours not being far from reach either as he kisses you vehemently through the storm of sensations, lips smushing against yours, noses bumping messily. A shudder consumes his body when your walls squeeze around him.
“Gonna come..” A deep, broken whisper escapes him.
“Me too,” you whimper against his lips as his thrusts grow erratic, your fingers digging tightly into the muscles of his back as your own climax begins to fracture. “Come with me, Leon. Please.”
Leon’s control threatens to shatter at your whimpered request, obeying with a guttural groan. The erratic thrusts turn final, three bruising hurls against your cervix as his release hits him like a personal offence. Hips stuttering against yours while warmth floods you.
The sudden, pulsing rush of his warmth inside you acts like a fuse, completely splintering whatever fragile hold you had left. Your own climax fracturing instantly, as a blinding wave of pleasure ripples through your core as your walls lock around him in a tight, desperate cadence. You let out a high, helpless cry into the crook of his neck, your entire body trembling beneath his heavy frame as the tension snaps.
Leon doesn’t stop moving, just gentles his thrusts to ride out your high with soft, slow rolls of his hips. He presses the softest haunting kiss to your lips.
As the aching waves of your release began to slow into a quiet, heavy hum, you couldn’t bring yourself to let the stillness take over. Your fingers, still dug into the skin of his chest, tightened slightly. Gathering what little strength remained in your burning muscles, your pelvis gave a slow, deliberate, friction-heavy tilt, a silent request rolling your hips up against his resting length.
Leon’s breath hitched instantly, his head dropping into the crook of your neck with a low, defeated chuckle that vibrated right against your collarbone.
“Aren’t you greedy," he rasped, his deep voice thick with a rough, post-climax gravel. His large hands slid back down to clamp firmly onto the soft flesh of your hips, his thumbs pinning you into the mattress with a steady, commanding pressure. “I thought you were intimidated, sweetheart. Now you’re looking for a round two?”
A breathless, flush-faced smile blooms on your lips as his hands kneed the fat on your hips. You tilt your pelvis up against him again, a tiny, defiant challenge in the friction.
“Maybe I just changed my mind,” you whisper, your voice dropping to a needy murmur. “Are you going to keep talking, or are you going to do something about it?”
Leon doesn’t answer right away. The provocation hangs in the thick air, followed by a heavy, sudden silence where the only sound is the frantic rhythm of his breathing against your neck. He goes completely still over you, his jaw clenching so hard a prominent vein throbbed along his throat. For a heartbeat, his dusk coloured eyes burn down into yours under heavy lids, a placid, intense calibration as he processes the sheer audacity of your request. He lets out a single, low exhale through his nose, his remaining restraint dissolving.
Before you can even register the shift, the pause splinters.
Leon’s large, calloused hands grip your waist and flip you onto your stomach in one seamless motion. Your lips let out a soft yelp for the second time that night.
The weight of his presence is anchoring and solid against the plush, soft curves of your frame. The mattress catches your chest as your view spins, the sudden change in perspective leaving you breathless. He settles against you, his strength a striking contrast to your own fullness, creating a sense of being entirely enveloped by him.
Leon lets out a low, ragged sound, his hands resting with a steady, possessive pressure on the soft curve of your hips. He seems completely fixated on you, steadying himself against your figure as if transfixed by the way you fit perfectly in his personal space.
You lift your hips imploringly, the mixture of your previous release leaking out of your puffy warmth. An unbearable ache for the filling sensation Leon had given you overtakes all your senses.
The eager display of your arched body sends a thrill through Leon, one large hand pressing against the space between your shoulder blades, enough to push you down against the pillows on his bed. His other hand grips his own coveting length to guide it back into your wet heat from behind. With an eager push and an embarrassingly loud squelch, he’s fully sheathed again with a soft groan.
Your moans muffle into the pillow. “Fuckkk.” A long involuntary curse leaves your lips, the fullness returning, deepening with the new position.
His hand shifts from your shoulder blades down to your waist, his calloused fingers burying deep into the soft flesh of your torso. He tethers you firmly against the mattress, using his thumb to trace the plush curve of your waist as he begins to move. The friction from behind is thick and immediate, a slow, heavy drag that forces another breathless mewl right out of your lungs.
He doesn’t wait for you to acclimate this time. Driven by the lingering heat of your challenging words, his snaps become more deliberate, his heavy thighs driving flush against your plush ass with a wet, rhythmic slap that ricochets in the quiet room.
Every deep, relentless hurl bounces your body forward into the pillows, leaving you completely at the mercy of his effortless tactical strength. Your fingers claw at the bedsheets for comfort, your walls clamping tight around him with every single stroke.
His thrusts drive a new moan out of you each time, muffled into the thick fabric of his pillow. One of his hands slides under your waist to cup your breast, a low growl vibrating in his chest as he watched himself disappear inside you over and over, obsessed with how perfectly your body takes him. The veins along his length drag against your gummy walls with each thrust, and Leon hears every gasp it pulls from you.
A particularly deep snap of his hips makes him groan. “Fuck..such a good girl for me, arent you?” He mutters before leaning over to bite gently at your shoulder as his pace stays unremitting.
Your eyes glisten with honeyed tears of pleasure, spilling over your flushed cheeks each time his hips snap flush against yours, arching your back further. It’s an agonizingly beautiful bliss, a sensation so thick that your burning muscles completely give up any attempt at resistance. You are entirely undone, caught in a breathless suspension between the tight, aching fullness in your core and the possessive, grounding weight of Leon's heavy frame centering you to the bed.
His cock hits at the spongy spot of your warmth with an inexorable pace. “Fuckk yes..” You drawl out a sound of pure unfiltered pleasure.
His arm slides around the front of your neck, his massive bicep curling beneath your chin with a heavy, methodical pressure that catches the air right in your throat. The thick muscle locks you securely against his chest, the delicious, restrictive heat of his grip instantly heightening every single sensation as he drives into you from behind.
Your moans spike louder, vibrating faintly against his arm, letting it embolden him. With a soft grunt, he tightens his hold slightly while his thrusts grow even more erratic.
Feeling your body melt under the restriction of his arm, Leon lets out a dark, ragged chuckle that vibrates right against your neck.
"Good girl," He rasps, his deep voice dropping to an impossibly low, gravelly frequency. "Look how easy you break for me when I hold you down. Keep clamping around me like that, sweetheart."
The final thread of coherent thought dissolves into the heat of your bodies. Every time his hips thrust forward, driving deep into your plush warmth, only a string of high, overstimulated moans can escape your swollen lips. The sounds are muffled directly into the thick air around you, as he pistons into you from behind with a driving symmetry. The raw friction is dizzying, a blinding wave of pleasure that locks your core around him in frantic, involuntary spasms.
“Leon..” You whine blissfully. “I’m gonna..”
“I know, baby. I’ve got you,” He grunts out, the words a frayed, breathless vibration against the shell of your ear.
His large frame tenses completely over yours, the muscles in his back locking up as he feels the desperate flutters of your walls signaling your final collapse.
He doesn’t slow down to let you catch your breath driving into your fracturing core with deep, final thrusts that push you straight over the edge. You let out a loud moan that is completely swallowed by the room as a blinding wave of release crashes over you, your internal muscles squeezing his length in a tight, liquid hold.
The intense, rhythmic movement of your climax instantly triggers his own. Leon lets out a low, guttural groan from the depths of his chest, his head falling blindly into your hair as his hips shutter against your plush ass. His entire body shudders violently under the weight of an overwhelming release, pouring his warm seed inside you as he completely unravels, his discipline crumbling to pieces in the quiet dark.
As the final tremors of your shared release subsided into a quiet, blurry hum, Leon carefully shifted his weight so he wouldn't crush you. Hooking his arms under your waist, he rolled onto his back, pulling your soft, pliant body right along with him until you were draped securely over his chest. You rested your head in the crook of his neck, breathing in his familiar scent as his hands settled at the small of your back, smoothing over your skin in lazy, comforting strokes. Through the dark, his blue eyes finally fluttered open, heavy with sleep but entirely softened as he looked down at you.
“You alright?” he murmured, his voice a deep, gravelly rasp that vibrated directly against your cheek.
You leave out a soft, satisfied exhale, the frantic palpitations of your heart finally beginning to match the steady, rhythmic beat of his beneath your cheek. Your fingers slowly uncurled from the sheets, sliding up his bare torso to lazily trace the slightly raised skin of his scars, feeling the deep rumble of his gravelly voice still vibrating in his chest.
“Mhm,” You hummed tiredly, your tone thick with exhaustion and a deep, liquid bliss. You shifted slightly, pressing your face deeper into the warm crook of his neck, completely melting into the solid mass of his chest. “Just tired.”
Leon let out a gentle, low rumble of approval, a sound of pure contentment that spoke louder than any words could. His large, calloused hand moved up to the back of your head, his fingers gently weaving through your hair to press you securely against his pulse.
“Find everything you were looking for down there?” He asked with a lazy, velvet drawl.
A soft, breathless laugh shook your chest, your lips brushing against the warm skin of his throat as you smiled. You reached up, your fingers trailing lazily over the silver-flecked stubble along his jawline before sliding down to rest against the heavy muscle of his chest.
“Hmm, I’m not sure,” You whispered back teasingly, your voice dropping to a sleepy, affectionate murmur. “We might have to try it again soon... strictly for scientific purposes, of course.”
Leon let out another quiet, gravelly chuckle that vibrated right through your cheek, his arm tightening around your waist to pull your plush curves even closer against his side. “Is that so?” he muttered, his deep voice thick with a heavy, restful drowsiness as he pressed a final, lingering kiss to the crown of your head. “Guess I’ll have to clear my schedule.”
