please - [l.s.kennedy]
leon had been away for a discouragingly long time. many mornings were spent eagerly hoping for his safe return but for weeks on end you were left disappointed. until finally he was on the doorstep of your home, but you don’t get much of a hello before he’s sweeping you off your feet so you can help him relieve his stresses…
ft. re4 leon kennedy x f!reader
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content: suitable for afab!reader with no use of gendered pronouns, smut, established relationship, softdom leon, unsafe sex, praise kink, f!receiving fingering, small mention of choking, too many marks, too many uses of the word please (intentional), but i think that’s all!!
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The soft sunlight slowly begins to creep in through your thin curtains as the morning breaks, the sun rearing over the distant horizon. A quiet complaint of a grumble escapes your lips as you're disturbed from your slumber and find your body slightly sore as you stretch your legs under the blanket, though the delicate feeling of the fabric against your bare skin contents your mind.
As you come to your senses you notice a presence beside you, breathing quiet sighs that are barely audible even in the silent bedroom with the only other noise to be heard being that of the birds chirping outside. Turning onto your back you feel strong arms latched securely around your waist that seem to grip tighter as you stir. You giggle, amused and knowing. Then as you look to your right you can finally see him, fast asleep with a protective hold on your naked body.
Leon, your fiancé and husband to be.
A smile immediately graces your features as you gaze adoringly at his sleeping figure, eyes shut peacefully while his chest rises and falls with a steady rhythm. His dusky, dirty blonde hair is scruffy as it's been combed back by his hand at some point before he settled, giving you a clear view of his handsome and sculpted face. His full lips appear soft under the auric glow of the morning and some light stubble is scattered on the skin along his sharp jaw, cheeks prickly as you raise a hand to cup his face. He subconsciously leans into your touch as he rests.
Your attentive eyes continue to wander his features as your gaze slowly trails down, following along his neck as you giggle at the state of him. All across the slightly golden skin of his throat and collarbone are little agitated spots of gentle reds and purples, scattered with little rhyme or reason by you mere hours ago. A warmth blooms in your chest as you recall the night before.
Looking down at your own body as you pull the covers back you're met with a similar sight. Little possessive spots of flared colour are littered all over the column of your throat, tits and even your hips are beginning to bruise thanks to his rough grip. That devil, he always leaves you covered in so many marks.
But you wouldn't have it any other way, and if you're honest you're usually somewhat even with the amount you scratch over his body. Even now you can see the reddened lines over his chest from where you clung to him. You're both insatiable, though neither of you would ever admit it.
A quiet grunt can be heard from Leon as he seems to stir in his sleep, pulling himself closer to you and hugging you like a teddy bear. You smile and lean over to press a chaste kiss to his forehead, calming him as he leans into you with his head on your chest. Humming, you cradle his larger frame against you as best you can. You've always loved how content he seems to be when in your arms, so cuddly and at ease in a way no one else sees. All yours, only yours.
However it would still be some time until he would wake, and so as you look at all the love bites and marks over the both of you, you let yourself think back to the events of the night before.
Leon had been away for a strangely long time.
When he left he couldn't give you an estimate of how long he would be gone, nor could he tell you why he had to leave, but as he stood in the doorway with his best jacket on he promised that he would get back to you as soon as he was able. And you believed him, because why wouldn't you? You clung to that hope and everyday since that first day without him you waited for the same car that drove him away to pull up and return him to your waiting arms.
But each morning that you checked out the front window the driveway remained barren. You knew that Leon's job is something important, that he was an agent combating something secret, but the same banal explanation you got every time he went away just wasn't cutting it anymore. You were becoming frustrated, not with him but rather yourself for your impatience.
Though luckily it was on that day that a horn blared from outside.
You rushed to the window, still dressed in your pyjamas that consisted of a slip nightgown Leon had gifted you on one of your anniversaries, and hurriedly pulled the curtains aside.
It wasn't the same car, rather a big black SUV unlike before. A man dressed in all grey got out of the driver's seat, someone you didn’t recognise, and rounded the car to open the rear passenger's side door. He nodded his head as he pulled it open and to your delight your fiancé appeared from behind the door. His jacket was nowhere to be seen but that didn't matter, nothing but him mattered as you fumbled to unlock the front, hasty in your giddy excitement.
The thought was all consuming. He's home, he's finally home!
You could hear Leon’s heavy footfalls approaching up the gravel path as you finally got the key to click in the lock, throwing the front door open to find him already standing right outside the threshold. His face immediately softened when he saw you, eyes lighting up and lips twitching with the promise of a grin, the first he'd smiled in so long.
"There you are." Leon grumbled before lurching forward to wrap his strong arms around you. Yours immediately looped around his shoulders and his head fell into the crook of your neck, breathing in your familiarity that he had so desperately missed the comfort of.
"I missed you too, Leon." you said with a breathless laugh, like you couldn't believe that he had returned. Your heart was beating stupidly fast like a drum in your ears and with him squeezing you so tight it only got louder, more foreboding. But you didn't mind one bit.
He shared in your mirth, a curt chuckle. "Yeah, 'missed you like crazy."
With your hand around his back you could feel how tense he was, so wound up with stress, and from somewhere in your mind a salacious thought surfaced and you knew what was to follow. So you coaxed him away from the entryway, the door swinging to shut, kissed his temple sweetly and whispered to him to come in and relax. But you wouldn't be relaxing just yet.
As soon as the front door of your shared home had closed on the latch Leon took you by the throat and pulled your body up against his, making you stand on your tiptoes in order to meet his gaze. His grip was steadfast but gentle, his move impulsive but not harsh.
"Now then." he grumbled in a gravelly timbre, staring into your eyes with dark blues that hid a harboured hunger. The ring of his voice bouncing around in your head sent a nervous shiver down your spine as you held onto his forearm, his hand tensing around your neck but not enough to squeeze, more like a twitch of his fingertips.
"What to do…" he pondered aloud, looking you up and down with a hidden adoration in his eyes. Remaining silent you tried not to falter under his gaze, your body buzzing with anticipation as a warmth pooled between your legs from even the smallest of his actions. It would be embarrassing if you cared, but knowing it'll drive him crazy staves off the notion.
You had missed him so dearly, longed for his touch on the lonely evenings like a deep ache seated in your bones, and you were ready to help him be freed of his stresses. Leon huffed and released his hold on your throat, ducking his head to press a gentle, doting kiss to your forehead.
"Sorry, sweetheart." his apology came in a sigh. "I'm getting ahead of myself, aren't I?" he mused, tucking a stray hair behind your ear so gently, a complete juxtaposition.
"I think we both are." you shrugged with yet another airy giggle, taking notice of the way his hand had begun to tremble.
"Mm. Do you want this?" he asked rather suddenly, a glint of worry in his half lidded eyes.
Leon was struggling to find even a shred of self control, wanting so eagerly to return to normalcy after a taxing time away and feeling he can only find that with you. He was so pent up, so needy. You nodded and again rose to your tiptoes to kiss his grazed cheek, noticing how it made him shiver.
"Of course, honey." you said softly. "Didn't you hear me when I said I missed you?" your smile was sweet, reassuring him with a hand cupping his face. Leaning into the comfort of your touch a devilish smirk broke onto his features. That was all he needed to hear.
With a low laugh he swept you up into his arms, throwing you over his shoulder with a firm grip on your legs. "Hey!" you yelped and tittered as he began marching towards the bedroom, smacking your ass testingly in retaliation to your complaint and earning a stark whine.
"Quiet, baby." he cooed, unable to hide the excitement buried in his words. Leon nudged the bedroom door open with his foot, the steel cap of his boot knocking against the wood, and threw you to the bed with that tender strength you know so well, a balance he's perfected just for you. You went to shuffle back to the pillows but he was quick to clamber above you after slipping his shoes off, pinning your hips under his and grabbing both of your wrists in one of his hands.
"Not so fast." came his airy laugh, gazing down at you with his dusky blonde hair falling over his face to obscure your view of him. You attempted to squirm under his hold but ultimately failed to even move an inch under his secure grip, though admittedly you didn't try too hard.
"Hmm," he hummed darkly, looking you up and down and wetting his lips a dart of his tongue. The action made something hot stir in your gut. "Right where I want you." he muttered to himself as if in deep thought and you were certain that he already knew exactly what he was going to do to you. After all, he had plenty of time to think about it and now it was just a matter of making fantasy a reality.
"Oh yeah?" you smiled coyly. "What are you going to do, hm agent?" you teased with an exaggerated pout, staring at Leon with wide eyes that told lies of innocence. He paused and leaned over you to chastely kiss your temple, lips lingering on your skin.
"Ugh, fuck off with that agent shit." he scoffed playfully, irritation lining his tone. "I've heard more than enough of that. I want to hear you say my name, sweetheart. You can do that, can't you?" he crooned, letting his free hand wander to caress your side over the thin material of the slip gown. Your features softened and you bit down on your bottom lip that began to quiver, his words immediately making your mind fog with arousal.
God, you swear that sometimes the sound of Leon's voice alone would be plenty enough to get you off when he speaks so smooth and sultry like that. But in that moment you had been hoping for far more. Tugging your hands against his as he pinned them you nodded ever so eagerly, pliant and willing.
"Yes, Leon." you muttered, staring at him with glassy eyes. "Take what you need from me. Please." your tone was sure, voice quiet but sentiment loud, making Leon scoff lightly and smirk wide with that kind of enamoured love that makes the heart ache.
"That's what you want, yeah? Wanna help me out?" Leon's free hand crept to the lacey hem of your skimpy nightwear and slowly began to push the fabric up your thighs, bunching it around your hips.
"I've had such a tough time away from you, sweet thing. If only you knew how much I've missed you. Are you going t'let me make up the time by fucking you dumb, hm?" his voice dropped with every filthy word that passed his lips, becoming something low and hungry that made a shiver roll over you.
You nodded all too eagerly and a nervous bubbling up of a titter fell from your lips, watching with bated breath as Leon sat back on his knees. Your wrists fell free as his grip left so that both of his hands could push your clothes up more and more, leaving the slip rucked up around your waist.
"Need this off, baby. Take it off for me." he demanded, the instruction spoken smoothly and confidently. Despite his restraining touch having relented you still felt like you shouldn't move your hands from their post on the pillow, always one to melt with his every move. But Leon gave you a dark, commanding gaze and you soon scrambled to strip yourself. His hands came down to pin your ankles in place while you pulled the gown off over your head like a t-shirt, dropping it carefully down the side of the bed.
Cold air rushed over you and you instinctively curled in on yourself, only to be dragged down the bed with insulting ease by your fiancé who now stood at the end of it. "Don't go all shy on me, sweetheart. Let me see my pretty girl, it's been too long." his voice sounding like pleading, a little derisive and bordering on mocking already. Your lips parted but no strong retort came, just a mindless nod. He sighed and rolled his eyes, standing over you almost menacingly.
"I said don't be shy." One of his calloused hands flew up to wrap around your throat and squeezed lightly, his eyes boring into yours with a lustrous stare. "Okay? Are you going to finish stripping for me? These can't stay, doll." With his other hand he looped a finger under the waistband of your panties and pulled it back, releasing it to snap against your skin and make you whine out. He relaxed the pressure of his grip on your throat, hand sliding down to your shoulder, and raised his brows at you expectantly.
"Yes, Leon." you muttered breathlessly, your mind thickly fogged by arousal like wading through shin-deep water.
God, you had missed his firm touch, his commandeering tone and unapologetic roughness. Handing yourself over to him was like second nature, a decision easily made that allowed you to step into a type of weightlessness that you so valued. To relinquish control while feeling so safe and secure, that’s what this all ultimately meant.
"Sorry, Leon." you said sweetly, swallowing the lump in your throat. Timidly, you shimmied out of your underwear, the fabric having glided down your legs and hung around your ankles like cuffs until you kicked them off. Leon glanced over you with an almost inspecting stare, a handsome smirk pulling his lips up when he hummed.
"There you are."
He took you roughly by the hips and pulled you to your feet, leading you to stagger into his chest. "Don't be sorry." Strong hands grabbed handfuls of your ass and unapologetically groped your body, earning a milquetoast mewl. "I just missed this so much." his confession was nothing more than a resonant grumble from the back of his throat, a secret spoken against the shell of your ear that made you shudder.
Your hands roved over his toned torso in turn, feeling the definition of his muscles under the compression shirt he wore. It never seemed like the most practical thing to wear in your eyes, but goodness, it looked divine on him.
Continuing their path your hands trailed to his belt buckle and you pulled at the click clasp, tripping over yourself in your impatience and struggling to grip the metal. Leon chuckled lowly and grabbed your wrists, his thumbs teasing over the line of your racing pulse.
"Slow down, sweetheart." He pressed a kiss to your forehead, the words spoken flush to your skin. "I'm all yours. No need to rush."
You scoffed a laugh and shook your hands free of his, pushing lightly and playfully on his chest. It didn't move him even a little.
"That's hardly fair." you pouted, your kiss bitten lip stuck out in protest. "Can't you at least lose the shirt? I mean I'm," you looked your body up and down, tucking your chin back to get a good look. This must have been one of the only times that your skin was free of some sort of hickey or bruise since having met Leon and in all honesty the sight of unmarked skin was strange for the both of you.
"…Naked, Leon." Not that it needed to be said. "And you're standing here fully dressed. I feel kind of exposed."
He failed to mask a smug smile as he too looked you up and down again with that hungry gaze, licking his bottom lip. "Good.” he huffed, smiling wide and boyish. "That's exactly how I want you. Don't you see, doll? Now c'mon, we'll worry about me later." Pressing a quick kiss to your forehead he clambered to the top of the bed, sitting at its centre with his back leaning against the wooden headboard, legs spread enough for another to fit.
"Come sit." he instructed, patting the space between his legs and beckoning you over with a motion of his hand. You paused, thrumming with excitement before following his lead, curious of his plan as you moved up and sat yourself between his thighs. "Good girl." he mumbled as he unabashedly grabbed your hips once again, pulling you back against his body with your ass rolling over the tent in his pants to fluster you further and earn a terse grunt from him.
By now you were certain of the ache he must have been dealing with as he forced himself to wait, he was already so hard underneath the thick fabric of his tactical pants, worn straight from duty, and you noticed him wince when you brushed over his erection. But as ever he managed to keep it together, having reached around your front to grab the plush of your thighs and spread them apart, inadvertently letting a draft roll over your cunt to make you shiver with anticipation.
"Now behave and sit still for me." Leon commanded, his breath tickling the back of your ear as he sat behind you, torso flush with your back and head resting right beside yours. After adjusting himself he slowly brought his dominant hand to creep down your stomach at a painstakingly slow pace, purposely taking his time as his warm touch drifted over your soft skin that he adores touching and had so greatly missed. You bucked your hips forward slightly out of impatience but he simply tsked and pinned you back against his body with his other hand on your waist, shaking his head.
"So eager." he whispered to himself, smiling smugly as his hand finally reached the bump of your cunt. You did your best to keep still but couldn't help the slight tremble of your leg as you waited for his hot touch, your body aching for the slightest relief. Following what felt like the most agonising thirty seconds of your life he began to softly rub his two middle fingers up the length of you, calloused pads circling your sodden hole.
He hummed contently as you spread your legs wider for him, an automatic reaction. You whined a long and quiet noise but resisted the need to roll your hips up against his fingertips, knowing that soon enough you'd surely be overstimulated and exhausted. But in the meantime the wait was excruciating, like an itch under your skin only he could reach.
"Please…" you begged in a hushed whisper, pouting with quivering lips.
"Hmm? What was that, sweetheart?" Leon mused derisively, pretending to have not heard you to convince your words out. You only groaned louder and pushed back against his crotch, the print of his hard cock rubbing over your ass with only the fabric of his cargos to separate you.
Sucking in a strained breath through gritted teeth he swallowed down his own groan and continued his line of coaxing, taking his hand away from your needy cunt to earn another louder whimper of protest.
"You know what to do, doll. Use your words." he said tauntingly, kissing the base of your neck and nipping slightly at the skin, just a graze of teeth that made you shudder in the exact way he craved.
"Please Leon." you let out in a shaky breath, turning your head to meet his dilated gaze.
"Please what? Speak up." he tutted, lifting his hand up from your hip to firmly hold your jaw, his thumb swiping over your trembling bottom lip.
"Oh my god." you anguished. "Please, please touch me." you pleaded in an embarrassed whisper, barely meeting his eye. "It's been so long, I need you…"
He smiled and quickly kissed your lips, turning your head to break eye contact while his other hand returned to your aching cunt, middle and ring finger tracing wet folds as he gently pressed at your entrance, trailing up from there to circle your clit.
At last, your complaints were heard. You instantly moaned lewdly at the contact you'd be longing for, and remaining still became more of a challenge as Leon began to tease your clit, rubbing gentle yet rewarding circles that sent sparks through your whole body.
"There you go." he hummed, smooth and sultry as he peppered possessive little kisses across your shoulder, gradually picking up pace with his fingers. "See? All you had to do was ask, sweet thing. Wasn't that hard, was it?" he crooned and you moaned involuntarily as he pushed two of his fingers into your mouth with the hand that was holding your chin, muffling your outcries while his other hand worked tighter circles against your bud.
Fuck, you love how he seems to switch up with such natural ease, having been dulcet and praising only moments ago to then be teasing you derisively in the same velvet timbre, all at a second's notice. It's what makes this work so effortlessly, that he can read your wants and needs while never overstepping. Each ministration makes something electric settle low in your body and he adores every reaction, they fuel him, making something sear in his chest and his want to chase more and more of you is never satiated. He can never get enough.
He took full control from there and your only focus became enjoying the way he toyed with you so expertly, letting yourself get lost in the feeling of long awaited euphoria. If your body was a subject of study Leon would be the only expert, a master of his craft with trade secrets to never be shared, they are for him to know and use and only him, and only you get to see him work so precisely.
Soon you began to feel the familiar pooling warmth tie itself tight within you, curling with a heat you hadn't experienced in months, climax building with every circle of Leon's experienced fingertips.
Whining around the digits gagging you, you shimmied your hips in trying to meekly communicate to him, but he had already known that you were close. He could so easily tell by the way your back arched away from him, your legs shaking all the more and toes curling. He knows your tells, has them memorised so that he can fantasise about his sweetheart on lonely nights. You grabbed his wrist and sunk your nails against his skin as you braced yourself for the crashing wave of your first orgasm of the night.
Within the minute it hit you.
Your legs tensed up and body jolted sharply forward, forcing him to adjust his hand as he refused to pull his touch away from your sensitive clit, seeing you through the blinding bliss. A terse, stuttering moan escaped you as the bristling heat spread through your whole body, legs quivering and skin tingling as climax rocked your senses. A handsome chuckle echoed from behind you and your mouth was suddenly free of his fingers, left coated thickly in your spit. He continued to rub messy circles to your clit that had you teetering towards overstimulation and wrapped his free arm around your midriff like a belt, pulling you back against his chest.
"That's it, such a good girl." Leon praised from behind you, soothing his hand up and down your side in lulling sweeps. You choked on a pitiful sound and weakly tried to push his hand away from your sullied cunt, sighing loudly in relief when he relented and ran the messy hand along your shaking thigh instead. He grunted and softly kissed down the back of your neck while you tried to fight off the aftershocks, leaving yet another mark at your nape despite the unorthodox placement.
"Come back to me, sweetheart. We aren't done yet." his tone returned to being that something gentle and dulcet as he spoke to you, the sound of his voice enchanting you as he whispered little reassurances against your skin. That voice could get you to do almost anything, the sound of it commanding you in a way you can't quite comprehend but don't care to question. You'd follow any instruction he spoke just to hear that voice praise you.
Panting to catch your breath and babbling incoherent nonsense about how much you missed him you turned yourself in his lap, hiding your face against his chest as he held you with strong arms.
"I know, baby. You did so well." he murmured quietly, kissing the crown of your head. "You can take more, can't you? For me?" he encouraged, pushing his hips up to press his throbbing erection against you. A shiver rolled over your body, an accumulation of the come down and the waiting anticipation. You nodded weakly, recovering from the lingering buzz of your high while he so patiently waited.
"Just give me about…" you muttered, hands bunching his shirt in shaking fists. "Thirty more seconds." you sounded so far away already thanks to the way your head was spinning and shit, he loves it almost as much as he loves knowing that this is only the beginning of how fucked out he'll make you.
He chuckled richly and nodded. "Take all the time you need, my sweet thing." His hands roved up and down your back with roughened fingertips tracing the line of your spine, a lulling touch to bring you back down to earth. With knees bent he pushed the heels of his feet into the mattress and kept his hold on you firm, slowly and carefully shifting your weight to turn you and lay you down underneath him. His knees bracket your thighs and hands rested either side of your head, perfectly caging you in.
"How about," he began with an assertive tone. "You lie there all pretty for me and when you're ready for more just say the word, okay?" Lips taking purchase on the column of your throat he worked a sloppy line downward, his touch gentler than his tone. You writhe just a little as static bounced over your sensitive skin but nodded ardently nonetheless.
"Mhm." you hummed, turning your head to bare your neck to his ardour fuelled advances. "Please, Leon."
Each kiss is surer than the last, starting soft to prepare your body before he suckled the skin between the seam of his lips, gradually harsher with intent to bruise. A shy moan tumbled from your lips as he found each erogenous spot like a map of pulse points he can always recall when the time comes, marking the spots that make you mewl the loudest. He chuckled against your skin, a welcome rumble, and pulled away just as he reached your collar bone, lips wet with spit.
"God, you really are eager, aren't you?" One of his hands came down to caress up your side, squeezing your waist and roving higher to graze the underside of your breast. "You haven't been like this in a while. Did you really miss me that much? Or are you just hoping that you'll get what you want?"
Leaning back down he kissed your jaw and inched his hand that bit further up to grope your tit, brazenly kneading soft skin and groaning at the way you squirm. You cursed in a hushed whine and arched your back when the roughened pad of his thumb grazed your pebbled nipple, too absorbed in each little sensation to begin to think about answering him.
"Talk to me, sweetheart." Another kiss to your jaw, rougher to rouse a hazy mind. Your shaking hands reached for his hips and fingers hooked into his belt loops, giving a measly tug which did nothing to move him in all his bulk.
"Missed you." you uttered under your breath, bringing your knees back and pulling again to try to coax him into the space between your legs. "Can't you tell?" your voice lilted with daring playfulness and one hand crawled higher to usher his shirt up his stomach, a dusty blonde happy trail peeking out beneath the tight fabric. Leon sighed through his nose before chuckling tersely, sitting back on his knees and finally unbuckling his belt.
"Sure can. It's like all you want is to get me undressed." The metal of the clasp clinked as it clashed against itself and with one swift pull he unthreaded it from every loop, throwing it to the floor beside your bed and making you flinch when it thudded to the hardwood. "'Could at least say please." he grumbled, shaking his head with a closed lip smile that gave away his adoration.
You tittered and made grabbing hands at him, mimicking a giddy grin. "Again? Haven't I said it enough yet?"
He narrowed his eyes at you then, bringing both of his hands to the hem of his shirt with wrists crossed. Leon sucked his teeth and raised a brow, a pending challenge.
"'You think so? I don't know, doll." With painstaking slowness he pulled his shirt up, flashing sun kissed skin and toned abs. Your eyes wandered to the spattering of scars he sports, even from the smallest of cuts and grazes that he neglected to take care of and was made to wear for the rest of his days, all uniquely handsome. Though as you were distracted, transfixed, he tugged the material off over his head and surged forward to pin you beneath him again, furrow-browed with eyes steeled and dark.
"After all, by the time I'm done with you it'll be the only word you know.”
His lips trapped yours in a suffocating kiss, wet presses of eager mouths and muffled whines and grunts swallowed. You wrapped your hands around his back, arms under his, and clawed for purchase at his shoulders, desperate to know his skin again and the warmth that radiates off of him.
Fuck, you really had missed him. You missed the familiarity of his touch and the precise way it pleases, that shy smile and feeling of achievement you get when you can make him laugh. Hell, you even missed being beneath him like this, giving into hungry advances that stoke the fire inside you.
No one can do it like Leon, so as his kiss again deviated down your jaw and neck you lie back and let yourself be ravished, but your hands stay steadfast on his body as if refusing to be separated again.
He trailed down faster this time, skipping over your collarbone in his impatience and focussing his attentions on your tits. Bearing his weight on his knees both calloused, bruised hands roughly groped and squeezed at you, forgetting his own strength fleetingly until your back arched. He mumbled an apology against the height of your sternum and hurriedly continued his kisses over the mound of your breast, lips parting to lick the delicate skin in sloppy lines, open mouthed kisses leading to greedy suckling and grazes of teeth that promised to bloom bruises to match his knuckles.
His name left your lips in strings of begging curses, hisses and mewls that tumbled together into the stuffy air. Music to his ears.
The anticipation was maddening, like embers left burning and waiting for the next spark. You threaded one hand into his hair and fought the urge to tug the strands, immediately rewarded by your small show of patience when his lips wrapped around your supple nipple.
"Oh god." It was hard to keep still, or rather, impossible. His kiss was slow and wet, gently sucking and licking firmly with the tip of his tongue while his hand continued to tease where his mouth neglected.
"Leon, fuck." you whined, shuffling your hips and bucking up into his until he pulled away with a spitty, smacking noise. He gazed at you through his dark brows with spit shining on his chin, the same lewd mess left on your skin, and wiped it with the back of his hand.
"I know, sweetheart. Just be patient for me." The corner of his mouth upturned with a smile, all smugness and no sympathy, before he hastily dived back in with his onslaught to your other breast.
Painstakingly slowly he began the same possessive pattern of kisses that turn into sucking and gentle pulling between closed lips, purposely avoiding your nipple and instead marking the surrounding skin with hickeys like when your relationship was young. Each one was rougher than the last and you knew based on the intensity of the static rolling over your skin which bruises would sink deeper than others, which would certainly linger for weeks and which he would find himself going over with more of his attentions in the coming days.
To make matters worse for you his hand continued to grope and squeeze at your tit that was wet with his spit, calloused fingers flicking your poor bud left sensitive from his tongue.
"Leon! Please!" another more urgent cry of his name came tumbling from quivering lips, a whine that cracked your voice. He grunted against you and reluctantly pulled away, both hands rubbing aching nipples.
"You sound so pretty, sweetheart. 'Just can't wait any longer, can you?" his tone was alluringly derisive, thick with desire. It only made your quivering worse.
You looked down at him with watery eyes and found him staring at you with his head cocked to the side, hair a mess before you attempted to smooth it down. You shook your head and put your hands on his shoulders, twitching with your want to dig your nails in with the hope that it would spur him on because you know that drives him up the wall.
Like this you could see the slight tan on his strong arms and the line around his biceps where his compression shirt had rested, making you wonder exactly where he had been stationed. A question for after. You danced your fingers down his arms and back up his broad shoulders, a light graze of nails along sensitive skin long neglected of your touch that made him suck in a hiss through his teeth.
"Don't you think we've waited long enough?" you purposely lilted your voice up with a type of sweetness that would feign self-control if he didn't know your tells so well. But when you look at him with those glassy eyes and pouty lips and he knows what you're begging for.
Usually he'd drag it out for a little longer, kiss every inch of your skin until your mind was so hazy and all you could do was beg for more, he'd roll his hips into yours without so much as removing his underwear and pin your hands back when you tried to undress him. But now when your hands begin to wander as he knew they would, he lets you.
Leon is far from patient when it comes to you, too. He will chide you for your urgency with that hint of mocking in his tone when he too is just as eager, only better at hiding it. And right now it's worse than ever. He's kept it together well but behind his clothes he was achingly hard and had long ago left a damp patch of pre-cum that just spread with every second he spent doting on you. And he couldn't stand it any longer.
You teasingly dragged your fingers down his v-line, a touch that made him shiver deeply, but he was already a step ahead and hurriedly unfastening the button on his trousers. He pulled the zip down so hard he very nearly broke it and shoved the fabric down his thighs along with his briefs. You could've sworn you heard the elastic of the waistband snap.
The back of your throat ran dry at the sight of him. A thatch of grown out, light brown hair leads your eyes down to his thick cock, ruddy tip smeared with a bead of pre-cum that you want nothing more to lick him clean of. He huffed as he notices your brazen staring and slowly pumped himself a couple of times, watching your pupils blow impossibly wider between blinks.
"Look at me, sweetheart. You know better than that." his voice fell stronger with his command, one hand squeezing the plush of your waist a tad too hard to bring you back to him. You swallowed the lump in your throat with a gulp as hot bashfulness crept down your back, like a rolling shiver that raises goosebumps on your skin.
"Sorry." you murmured under your breath, caught.
"Sorry what?" he raised his brows expectantly, jaw set tense.
"Sorry, Leon." you giggled and he smiled an enamoured grin, because it's never that serious.
"Thank you, sweet girl."
Drawing back for a second he shucked his pants off his legs, another pile onto the floor that had been spotless in anticipation of his return, before situating himself on his knees between your legs. The tops of his thighs were pressed flush to the back of yours and both of his hands pushed into the pits of your knees to coax your legs back to your chest.
"Now then," he grumbled, bringing his dominant hand down as you replaced it with your own to keep your legs back. "Is this what you want?" Taking his cock in his hand he ran the tip along your cunt, pressing with his thumb for a guide and nudging at your hole.
A sigh of a moan tumbled from your lips and a gentle shockwave bounced over you, anticipation buzzing hotly.
"Yes, please." You tried your best to keep your eyes on him but there was no need because he stayed staring down at your glistening cunt, coating his cock-head in your wetness with each up and down that grazes your clit.
"Hm? What was that, doll? Speak up." he tsked, nudging twice and earning a shudder. You whined your loudest yet and tipped your head back, taking a shaky breath.
"Please fuck me, Leon. Please I missed you so much, I want you so bad please—"
You were cut off by your own unbidden, guttural moan when Leon surged forward and bullied his cock inside you with a shallow thrust. His hands took purchase over your thighs and with a bruising grip he pulled you into him, facing little resistance.
"Fuck." he groaned all pretty, head back and lips parted. "That's it, baby. Just relax and take it." He watched as he stretched you out a bit, an adjustment after time apart, until he bottomed out with another low moan.
The feeling was nothing but bliss, it set your body alight, relaxed muscles that had long been held tense and quieted a busy mind. Everything was just Leon. Every touch was Leon, every thought was Leon, every sensation, every want or need you ever had was just Leon.
You let out a long breath you didn’t realise you were holding and reached for him, making a grabbing motion that caused his heart to skip. "Leon, please." was all you could manage, another sweet plea. He huffed and slowly leant over you, your legs pushed high over his hips as he rested on his elbows either side of your head, the tip of his nose brushing your cheek.
"What is it, sweet? Is something the matter?" his question was gentle and hushed, a whisper rolling over your skin. He tucked his hands behind your head and urged you closer, body pressed flush against you.
You shook your head and again wrapped your arms around his back, pulling him as close as you physically could with eager fingertips pressing dimples into his skin. He hummed and kissed your cheek, rolling his hips into yours testingly.
"I see. I've got you, baby, just lie back."
Sometimes it didn't take words, god knows you're bad at stringing any together when the warm weight of your fiancé is on top of you, you just had to hold onto him like that and Leon knew exactly what to do. Because he always knew what you needed.
Gradually he brought his hips back, pulling out just a little before rocking forward again and sending a ripple of pleasure washing over you. It didn't take long for him to build a rhythm, keeping each draw back shallow to satiate the nagging desire to fuck you deep and slow, like he needed all of you to be content. Your moans were timid at first, strained behind bitten lips that tried to swallow them down but one harder, deeper thrust that made his skin slap against yours quickly sabotaged your restraint.
"That's it, doll. Make sure I can hear you, you know what will happen if I can't." he grumbled with lips hovering beside your ear, a velvety reminder punctuated with another rougher drill of his hips. Curses kept spilling from your lips as he upped his pace, grunting between breaths with each one fanning hotly on your skin, fully engulfed in the deep-seated want for the intimate connection you had so missed.
Your head was swimming, made fuzzy by the shock waves that rocked your body. Babbled, cock-dumb pleas kept tumbling into the stuffy air until you tucked your face into the crook of his neck, mimicking his earlier ministrations to show him the same doting as a thank you told in kisses.
You started up a sloppy line of open mouthed kisses along his throat, each one ardent and spaced between stammered moans. He hummed lowly and the sound rumbled against your lips, emboldening you to latch on and suck at the erogenous spots that had long gone neglected.
"Fucking hell." Leon groaned, pistoning his hips faster. "Getting back at me, hm?" He was already getting breathless, chest rising and falling rapidly and brushing against you each time. You huffed affirmatively, marking his skin with greedy abandon and leaving a cluster of colour closer to the base of his neck.
With each one the tip of your nose pressed firmly against his skin and teased the line of his pulse, sending little shocks through him. But eventually you had to let your head fall back as he got hasty, too wrapped up in everything to hold yourself up. Though, before unapologetic moans began to fly free again you kissed the mole on his neck tenderly, a sorry for many marks.
He kept a hand behind your head as his thrusts got rough, skin slapping with every drive forward and obscene wet sounds accompanying the increasing noise. It made bashfulness creep down your arms with a trail of goosebumps but god, it was worth it as the coiling knot of flickering fire began to tie deep within you.
"Leon!" you gasped, digging your nails into his shoulder blades to leave little crescent shapes then dragging down and creating angry red trails. "Need more— please!" Your sensitivity from earlier was helping the licking flame grow, but then it would stutter and almost seem to fade, needing only one more thing from him.
“Fuck— I know, baby, I know. I've got you." Sitting back on his knees he brought a hand to caress down the centre of your body, palm turned inward to tantalisingly glide against your skin. The other hand hiked your leg up onto his shoulder, a welcome adjustment that allowed his cock-head to perfectly strike your sweet spot with every unrelenting thrust and send overwhelming pleasure rocking through you.
The noise that fell from your lips was just shy of a scream, instantly muffled by your hand that flew to cover your mouth. He laughed tersely.
"Right there, hm?" he tsked derisively, tone laced with that rare hint of aplomb. You couldn't answer him, your senses seized by the tense pit in your stomach that kept winding tighter, pleasured noises swallowed behind a shaking hand.
"Don't go all quiet on me, baby." he warned, voice falling stronger. "It would be a shame to stop now, wouldn't it?" he slowed his next couple of thrusts as if to punctuate his point but your desperate grasp at his side said enough, as did your complaining whine.
"That's what I thought."
He kept his pace steady, jaw clenched with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth, and with large fingers splayed over the low of your stomach Leon pressed the pad of his thumb against your puffy clit. Your leg jolted on his shoulder and your outcries just kept pouring into the hot air, gripping his side so tightly that further red crescents would be left as indents.
"Oh please—" you started to beg, thighs held so tense that they began to quiver. "Leon please!"
You could feel that something was about to snap, a wave about to crash in and take you down with it. And you were desperate for it.
With unwavering precision he drew sloppy, tight circles over your poor clit and the attention wracked your body with sharp bliss, almost too sharp, almost too much.
"Say it again." he demanded, deep blues dark around the edges as he stared at your scrunched features. "Come on, let me hear it." Each piston of his hips sent you barrelling closer to the edge, mouth agape and eyes barely open. You took a shaky breath in as it washed over you.
"Please!"
Somehow this one was better than the last, intense and blinding like you were seeing stars blotted behind your eyelids. Your back arched exaggeratedly as you lurched up from the sheets and gripped his waist and wrist so tight that it would certainly bruise, squirming beneath him while your legs seized up as if you'd lost control for a split moment. But it was world shaking, oneiric, and he could see it all in your dopey, blissed-out smile.
"Oh fucking god." he cursed as you tightened around him, your leg falling from his shoulder with him doubling over you, hands beside your head. "Shit!" Leon struggled to hold back while you gushed all over him, leaving an obscene, wet white ring around the base of his cock.
Through half lidded eyes you could see the muscles in his neck and shoulder stand proud as he froze up, teeth gritted and fists balling up the sheets. You reached for him, grabbing his shoulder and scratching a trail down his chest, albeit unintentionally but it was enough to make him ram his hips into you before stopping dead still, lip twitching as he spoke.
"Ass up." Leon demanded with a sneer, tone harsh and gravelly. He pulled out suddenly and you whined at the emptiness, feeling the remnants of your orgasm run down your sullied cunt and making even more of a mess.
"What…?" Your ears were ringing and you were almost dizzy, struggling to hear his grumbled words. He again tsked and shook his head.
"I said," he huffed, harshly grabbing your waist and making you wince as the already sore skin faced further torment. "Ass up."
With his iron grip on your waist Leon flipped you over with insulting ease, your body languid and quivering in his hold.
"Is this okay, sweet?" he asked as he coaxed you onto your knees, jelly legs struggling to hold you. You nodded lazily and turned your head to the side on the pillow, arms tucked beneath it.
"Mhm. S'okay." you mumbled, weakly wiggling your hips. He hummed a small 'aww' and took his cock in his hand, lining back up.
"That's what I like to hear. Just hold on a little longer for me, sweetheart. You're doing so well." his praise was softly spoken despite the ragged breaths he took and the way he desperately pushed back inside you, hips meeting your ass with a smack.
He didn't even give you a moment to adjust before he began pistoning his hips again, hard and fast and unabashed, a man starved. With every thrust he was grunting and groaning, deep sounds that came tumbling from the back of his throat and all you could do was cling to the sheets while he pulled your body back in to his cock, using you to reach his climax that was so desperately close.
"So wet…" he mumbled under his breath, watching you take him over and over again, the sight of his cock disappearing inside you spurring him on. "So good…"
One of his hands came down into the space between your shoulders, pushing you into the mattress while his other stayed steadfast on your hip, leverage to pull you into him. The angle was torture on your sweet spot and it was near embarrassing how your shaking legs wanted nothing more than to collapse beneath you, but you wanted to push through for him, to prove that you could.
"Leon…" you mewled so weakly, voice hoarse and throat sore from all your exclamations.
"That's it, sweetheart." he moaned, chest heaving. "Doing such a good job. Just a little more, please."
His muscular thighs were shaking and sweat ran down his back in scattered rivulets, following the same descending line as the scratches you had left behind. God, it was filthy, such a messy sight, the product of time apart and people deprived of one another. His grip on your hip tightened and you knew that was it, yelping a small 'ow!' before his roar of a moan interjected and drowned the sound of you out.
"Fuck!" Leon shouted, pulling out of your soaked cunt and pumping himself a couple times before cumming all over your ass and lower back, head thrown back and marked neck bared for you to see as you looked back over your shoulder. Your legs gave out as soon as he let go of you and his looked as if they wouldn't hold him much longer either, trembling as he left a mess over your skin with the sensation making his head spin like a drunkard hooked on something heady.
"Oh my god." he sighed, soon crashing to the sheets beside you. You tittered as he came into your view, skin glossy with a sheen of sweat and chest rising and falling rapidly with gasped breaths. He stared at the ceiling for a moment before turning to you, eyes so blown and lips bitten but still he smiled so handsomely.
"Are you okay, sweet?" He turned onto his side and cupped your cheek, surging forward to connect your lips. It was a sweet kiss, apologetic and electric with the aftershocks of it all. You nodded into him and pulled away slowly, grin never faltering.
"Yeah, just a bit stuck." You raised your brows at him and the smirk you got was nothing short of sheepish, his features lighting up in a way that made your heart ache.
"Yeah yeah." he laughed airily. "Give me a minute to get up, okay? No way I'm managing to stand just yet."
You scoffed a noise of faux offence and slapped him playfully on his shoulder, accidentally catching the nail marks and making him hiss.
"Leon!" you complained. “I can't stay like this! You made the mess, you clean up." he chuckled again, heartier this time, and rolled his eyes.
"Fine, fine. But if I fall right now it's your fault." He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and very slowly got to his feet, arms stretched out as if bracing for a fall. But he managed just fine.
"I'll only be a minute, baby. Stay there." he nodded, first staggering to the wardrobe to grab some well worn sweatpants, a comfort of laziness he'd been thinking about his whole time away in such uncomfortable dress.
"Not like I have a choice." you grumbled, stifling a yawn as the aftershocks came to a stop and fatigue set in, body more tired than mind. He huffed and threw the clothes over his arm, straightening up and heading for the bathroom. As he went you gazed at the flaring red trails all down his sculpted back, smug and satisfied as you closed your eyes, sleep clawing for purchase as soon as your lashes met.
But before you had the chance to doze off the feeling of a warm, damp flannel on your back startled you back awake, having been so close to drifting away that you didn't realise the minutes that had passed.
"Still with me, sweetheart?" Leon asked smugly as he wiped you down, all slow glides over delicate skin and thorough attention to mop up the mess. You giggled and nodded, not bothering to open your eyes since heavy lids fought to stay closed.
"Barely. Thank you, honey." you muttered, lifting an arm to invite him to lay beside you. He tutted, clicking his tongue against his teeth.
"Not just yet, baby. Need to get you dressed first." His intention was reasonable but by the way you groaned you would have thought he was asking the world of you, such an arduous task after burning so much energy.
"Can't be bothered, just come here." You made a grabbing motion at him and shit it was tempting, but he felt bad leaving you like this knowing it was his own doing.
"Sweetheart—" he began, quickly cut off by a stubborn whine.
"Come on, just a quick nap?" you insisted, voice laden with piling exhaustion. Leon sighed heavily, a hand soothing over your shoulders gently once you were all wiped down.
"Let's at least finish cleaning up, yeah?" Still he tried, but you pouted and mimicked his little head shake.
"Pretty please…?"
"Fine."
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(Edited 10/01/26)