f!reader asks to free bleed in leon/grace's boxers
he softly complies before his brain can even process what had just escaped your lips.
a simple hum, eyes focused on the bright computer illuminating his tense features in the dim space. his rhythmic fingers previously clicking the keys, now stilled as his thoughts pause suddenly.
leon's neat brows furrow intensely as his chin tilts in your direction. your stunning smile innocently slapped across your face when his light irises meet yours.
no words come out of him for a few moments, as if he's desperately searching for the right way to question you.
instead he settles on a deep, "which color?"
"hmmm.." you ponder, "your dark blue ones? or maybe a black one."
without speaking he pushes the chair backwards, away from his wooden desk and lifts himself off of it. your gaze rises and follows his movements as he strolls out of the room, disappearing into the consuming darkness.
you bite your bottom lip gently, fighting back a chuckle once he inevitably returns not even a whole minute later. a pair of basic black boxers scrunched up in between his veiny fist whilst he emerges from the shadows not paying attention to any of your amusement.
he attentively plops back down in his cushiony seat before you.
"thank you so much love." you whisper intimately in a joyful tone.
you are so incredibly comfortable around your boyfriend, he makes you feel adored like never before.
he bends down closer to firmly grip your waist, finding the band of your decorated cotton panties. he glances up at your mouth, then your eyes.
"may i?" he asks seriously.
one swift yank he pulls your underwear down your plush thighs, aiding you as you step out of them. you're now squeezing his shoulders tightly for balance, passionate fuzzy feelings of adoration swimming through your sore and exhausted body.
he sets your used undies down, gripping a tissue to delicately clean your messy bare heat.
he shushes you before continuing.
"i... can do this myself." you add.
"i know you can" he glances up at you once again with his forehead wrinkling, "just relax."
it's so easy for him to unravel your stress flawlessly. a strength of his that he downplays nearly each time. he treats you like gold, he treats you like he'd be the dumbest person alive not to. so engaged in your emotions, like he can read you better than he could a book.
it's so easy for him to love you, completely.
he finishes cleaning you, then helps you slip on his dark boxers. your hands can't help but to find his smooth greying strands and play with them as he does so. his hair has the silkiest texture, almost as if you're petting a small purring kitten.
"you're such a sweetheart." you praise as his strong hands have now found your ass and are pulling you closer.
he just smirks in response.
you end up spending the rest of the rainy night on his lap, listening to the wet pitter patter on the windows. the ominous yet relaxing sounds of thunderclap easily lulling you to a peaceful slumber within his embrace.
he holds you carefully like he's holding a glass heirloom, rubbing your lower back tenderly.
he doesn't say it often, how much he'd willingly do for you. how much your flattery makes his heart beat at a quicker pace.
he really doesn't have to.
his actions do all of the talking.
you and grace are beautifully posed on her cozy bed, lying on your sides and facing each other with your legs intertwined. your feet occasionally lifting to lightly rub her ankles.
you've both been procrastinating your draining work assignments all evening to spend time unwinding together in silence, scrolling aimlessly on your phones.
a cheeky grin slowly appears on your sweet lips, one specific thought buzzing at the forefront of your mind.
you then pop the question almost immediately.
grace's glossy eyes flick up to you quickly, her heart pounding so hard against her ribcage you could have sworn you heard it yourself.
she swallows thickly, eyes dilating steadily like just looking at you is intoxicating to her.
"w-what did you say?" she confirms what she heard.
you repeat yourself, this time a bit slower.
she hesitates, "you really want that? mine? why mine?"
"yours are comfy!" you whine "mine are tight and uncomfortable."
"right..." she starts anxiously, "well uhh.. go ahead then."
the poor thing looks as if she's about to start sweating from a singular private question from her girlfriend of two whole years. she obviously has never gotten over your boldness.
"thank you so much." you murmur, excitedly leaning in to leave a peck on her forehead before swinging your legs off the mattress.
she clicks her phone off and clears her throat, "wait."
you turn to her lovingly as she changes positions, now sitting on her knees.
"you didn't tell me you're on your period...i would've- i...could...get you something."
"i would love that." you reply appreciatively.
"what do you want? i'll go out and get it for you."
you pause, "chocolate would be great... hmmm.. maybe some more products too? i'm almost out."
"uh huh yeah. got it. chocolate. more products." she utters lowly.
you promptly move back over in her direction, closing the distance between your lips and hers.
"i'll share my chocolate with you." you giggle against her mouth, giving her the fondest kiss.
"you don't have to." she's whispering as her opening eyes refuse to quit staring at your mouth.
both of your hearts are fluttering at the exact same pace, your minds both mush from the taste of one another.
"you're right, i don't have to" you hum, "but i'm gonna."
grace left you for a good fifteen minutes before you heard the house keys jingle inside the front doorknob once again. her chestnut colored hoodie is dripping from the outside rain as she enters silently.
after shutting the front door, locking it, and setting the keychain down on the counter, her thick boots begin squeaking softly as she moves through the hallway and past the doorframe. she's proudly strutting over to your lazily sprawled body atop her messy bedsheets.
she digs through the thin plastic bag to find your chocolates and sets them all down nearest you. your ears perk up while your expression switches to beaming relief.
you see a ginormous pile of fancy chocolate boxes, stacked on display in front of you and a blushing grace standing still behind them.
"u-uhmm.. they had a sale..." she explained.
