Hehehe... im feeling whimsical. Thats bad. For you 🫵
Anywayyys, i wonder if your reqs/asks are open?
Sorry if it isnt!!
But how about Leon, looking at the damage done from the, ehm, night before, iykwim..
But like, it doesnt have to be nsfw, jsut how he would react or wtv. Maybe teasing, flirting, anything to do with your great wording!
Love what you are doing on here 🩷
a/n; this is AMAZING. This idea has popped in and out of my head for so long, and I always forget about it 😩 I can do both NSFW and SFW :3 thank you for the request!! Also, requests/asks are usually always open! Never be afraid to send in an ask 🤍
content; double blurb. NSFW first, SFW next. teasing, fluff, biting, some lazy morning sex
wc; 1.9k
Leon doesn't often have time to admire you in the mornings. He's a busy man, waking up at the ass crack of dawn to get to work on time, often barely getting to wake you for a quick kiss goodbye. When he gets to soak in the rising sun with you, he takes every moment to do so.
This morning, he had no work. Nothing planned. No stress for the day. Just you. His gorgeous girl. The previous night, you two had gone at it long enough for Leon's thighs to feel sore from holding himself up for a steady and good position. His back stung faintly, reminding him of the way you'd scratched his back the night prior. He loved waking up and having a reminder of how you couldn't keep your hands off of him while he gave you every bit of pleasure he knew he could offer.
He shifted in bed, rolling over to press himself against your back, burying his nose in the crook of your neck. Naked body pressed to yours, he let out a pleased hum, tucking himself as tight against you as he could. He felt you shift, a groan leaving your lips.
"Morning," he whispered, kissing the shell of your ear. You rolled over to face him, throwing a leg over his hip. His hand came to hold your thigh, rubbing gently back and forth.
"Mm," you hummed back, practically peeling your eyes open as you looked at him finally. "Mornin'." You muttered.
A soft smile graced his lips, and he tugged you against him for a gentle kiss, his hand cupping your cheek.
"Mm, you're too warm. It's hot." You complained, sleep lacing your voice—eyes hardly open as the sunlight nearly blinded you. It sucked having an east facing bedroom window. You tugged yourself out of his grip and rolled over, the covers being left behind as you rolled onto your back and let your leg fall off the side of the bed.
"I thought you liked my warmth." He frowned jokingly.
"Not when you're like a heater on warm mornings." You barely grumbled, eyes falling shut.
Leon sat upright, taking in a sharp inhale as he stretched his arms over his head. You peeked over at him, only to giggle faintly at the marks left over his muscular back. He turned to you.
Before he could tease about you giggling at his scratched up back, he paused. His eyes finally focused long enough to process the marks that littered your gorgeous body. Thighs coated in hickeys and faint bruises along your hips from how tight he'd held you in place. Neck and chest littered with hickeys and faint bite marks. Of course, he always had to leave a trail. A trail of hickeys led straight from your chest to your crotch, like a map.
And he wanted nothing more than to follow that map and find the treasure once more.
You tilted your head, curious why he was staring. "What's wrong? Do I have something—" You sat up to look at yourself, only to blush slightly at the punch of realization. He had left a mess of your skin. Sure, he'd always leave marks, but he definitely left more than usual. Your cheeks flushed.
He shook his head and shushed you. "Everything is perfect." He leaned back to lay with you, tugging you into his chest and bringing you in for a deep kiss. Your body bloomed with goosebumps as he trailed his hands up and down before he climbed on top, slotting himself between your legs.
He kissed down your jaw, taking a moment to inhale deeply—the scent of your conditioner and lotion strong.
"You smell nice." He muttered. You leaned your head back, sighing softly at his gentle kisses.
As badly as he wanted to go insane and cover you with more marks—make sure nobody unwanted would approach his girl—he knew it was too early for such a thing. He'd do it later, definitely.
Your eyes fell shut, body melting into the sheets with each kiss he provided to your soft skin. He mouthed all the way down until he reached the bush between your thighs. His lips found your thighs, and you whined.
"Shh," he soothed. "I wanna make sure I've got you all ready."
His hands splayed over your inner thighs and spread your legs further. Slowly, he inched his mouth closer, closer, closer...
Until his lips found your clit, latching on with a soft suck and a brush of his tongue. You gasped, jolting slightly at the stimulation.
"Oh, Leon—fuck!" You moaned, back arching lazily. Your hands came to clutch at his hair.
"I've got you," he murmured.
His hands remained kneading your thighs, a soothing gesture while his tongue worked on you. Gently swirling around your clit, suckling every few seconds. Soon, his mouth came a little lower to find your hole, which his tongue didn't hesitate to delve into. His tongue pushed inward, his nose nudging your clit. The soft moans that filled the room were like music to him.
It didn't take long for the room to be filled with nothing but the sounds of lewd slurping, sucking, and gasps and moans from you. He tugged you closer, groaning against your core. Your eyes rolled back, chest heaving as your back lifted from the bed once again.
"God, I could do this all day." He groaned, fingertips digging into your thighs as he looked up at you. The swell of your breasts laid so naturally, your stomach tense with the pleasure, body trembling with each small squirm. "So fuckin' hot." He huffed, licking a long stripe between your folds before he lifted his head.
You opened your eyes, panting softly. "Wha—why did you stop?" You whined, brows furrowing faintly.
"Because you're driving me insane." Leon murmured, shifting himself up to settle his hips between your thighs. He leaned over you, hands soothing along your sides before one hand came to guide his length to your entrance. Once the tip is notched just right, his hands held your hips still as he eased himself in, pausing halfway to let you breathe.
He peppered soft kisses along your neck and chest, and his right hand ran along the marks he'd left.
"You look so good like this. All marked up because of me. Do you like it, baby?" He murmured, lips ghosting the shell of your ear as he pressed his hips further, eliciting a whimper from your throat. "Shh, I've got you. Does it hurt?"
"N-no—fuck—it's good, it's.. really good.." you panted softly, looking up at him as he leaned down to press his forehead to yours.
"Do you like it?" He asked again. You nodded, eyes falling shut as your head fell back.
"Yeah.. mm—love it so much.." you barely breathed out as he began to rock his hips back and forth.
Leon locked his lips with yours, moaning along with you as he ground his hips with each press forward. Nothing rough, nothing harsh. Just slow, steady thrusts, angled perfectly to ensure he nudged your g-spot with inhuman efficiency. His left hand snuck down your body and found your clit, causing another whimper to fall from your eternally parted lips.
"Maybe I should work later just so I can do this every morning.." Leon murmured, and you knew he was actually considering it.
It didn't take long. Leon kept his lips on you at all times. Your lips, neck, jaw, chest, and anywhere else he could reach without interrupting his thrusts back and forth. His cock twitched inside of you, and he let out his own little whimpers as he got closer.
"Fuuck, baby," he whined, his hips freezing for a moment due to how sensitive he was becoming.
"A-almost—almost, Leon," you gasped lightly, back arching as you held his hands tightly.
With a few more thrusts and a steady flow of attention to your clit, you were coming undone. Your back arched as your walls fluttered around him with a gush of warmth. He hissed, working you through it and chasing his own climax.
With a whimper of your name, he was met with his own pleasure. He spilled his load inside of you, burying himself as deep as he could as he let his weight land atop your body. You groaned at the squashing feeling of his body limp above yours.
Oh yeah, Leon was definitely gonna work in some later days into his schedule. Waking up to that was phenomenal. Literally nothing could ruin his mood that day.
On the soft mornings after a night of loving you and pleasing you, Leon often woke up late. You were nowhere in the room this morning. So when he sat up and heard the sound of humming downstairs, he quickly followed after barely putting a pair of boxers on.
He found you in the kitchen. Wearing one of his flannels and a pair of panties. His shirt was too damn big—sliding off your shoulder and exposing the evidence of last night. He grinned sleepily.
"Looks like you got eaten by a vampire." He teased. You turned to him, cheeks flushing slightly.
"Shut up. You're the one who left these marks, you damn animal." You huffed, a little embarrassed at the extent of the marks he'd left.
"They look great, don't they?" He approached, coming to hug you from behind while you prepared some coffee and toast. "Like artwork. I think I should become an artist." He snickered.
"Yeah, right, and make what kind of art?"
"Art of you. You and your gorgeous fucking body." He groaned against the back of your neck, squeezing you against him.
"Ah-ah! Not this morning." You gently used your shoulder to nudge his head away. He whined, but obliged and resorted to a normal hug.
"Why not this morning?" He pressed on, mostly teasing.
"Because you woke up late and you've got work soon, and I've got my own stuff to do today, as well. So no good morning sex this time." You explained, leaning your head to the side for a quick kiss.
"How about a quickie?"
"Eugh, no!" You laughed, pushing him away. "Get a damn plate. Your toast is almost done, perv."
He chuckled, pecking your lips once more before he padded over to grab two plates for both of you. You poured the coffee and fixed his cup to his liking while he fixed up the toast and made sure yours was to your liking. A small ritual for the mornings that you'd actually be awake before he left for work. He loved the routines you two shared.
"Soo.. do I get some action after work?" He joked.
"Not if you don't behave." You said playfully.
"Oh, c'mon! It's impossible to behave when you're walking around like that!" He groaned. "In my flannel, barely wearing panties." He emphasized the outfit with a quick gesture of his hands. You giggled.
"Yeah, I know," you mused, leaning in for a kiss.
"You're a little devil." He murmured, happily accepting the kiss. "I should leave more marks more often. You look real sexy like this.." he hummed, his hands coming to snake under the flannel. You maneuvered out of his grip and clicked your tongue.
"Nope. Not a chance, big guy. Go get dressed while the coffee cools." You said, a small giggle in your voice.
"Ugh, the things you do to me," he groaned dramatically.
"Go on."
"Fine." He dragged himself away, pretending to stomp his way to the bedroom.
"Love you!" You called out with a laugh.
"Love you, too!" He called back.
a/n; I am SO SORRY this took so long, anon!! :( I got caught up in my own stuff, and I totally spaced on how to write this, so its a bit rushed, i am so so sorry 😓 I really hope it's to your liking! Don't be afraid to critique in the comments. Any feedback is welcome!
