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Genre : angst, death, grief, denial, dead!leon, not HEA, sadness
Note - I cried writing it — and knew if I did i should make you suffer too (I am evil) , this is badly written, no plot whatsoever
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When your eyes fluttered open, they were immediately met with countless stars stretched across the sky above your head. The smell of fresh grass filled your nostrils, while the sound of cicadas burned softly into your ears.
But strangely enough, you couldn't move— then you realized you were completely paralyzed, beneath the sky as moonlight filtered through it and teased your entire frame— honestly? the same thing has happened; so many times that you lost the count of it, but then again, it always felt like first time, while you laid on the grass with your legs sprawled out, and your gaze fixed on the endless sky overhead.
And now after facing this for hundredth time you didn't even try to move. Not until you heard the familiar voice; your heart's favorite voice to be clear, from years ago, the one you still secretly listened to on your phone, the one that somehow made your entire body sag with relief every single time. "You are here, darling." The familiar voice spoke in a soothing tone, but the moment those words reached your ears—wrapped in honey, yet still slicing through your ribs like a blade you knew exactly who it was.
Your late husband. Leon.
Tears involuntarily began to fall from your eyes, and this time... you could move.
Almost absently, you turned your head toward the source, only to find him sitting beside you. One leg was folded beneath him while the other was bent, his elbow resting casually on his knee as he quietly gazed at you.
Your forgot to breathe completely, your lugs aching to be filled with the air yet you could not. Not ... when he was in front of you— you thought what if you just breathe wrong and he disappeared? so before you could even think more, you bolted upright the words completely abandoning you as you scrambled across the grass and threw yourself into his arms.
And this time, shockingly... you could touch him. Feel his ghost beneath your aching fingertips, and you knew he was real. Even if only in the dream. Then slowly your trembling hands cupped his face as your desperate kisses found his cheeks, his forehead— everywhere they could reach, while you mourned a loss that had already happened—a grief that had carved your heart in its name even after ten long years.
The sob after that tore through you was almost unbearable. Leon hummed softly through tears of his own, gently kissing your face before pulling you closer and shifting his position to cradle you effortlessly onto his lap. "I'm here..." he breathed against your hair, his arms tightening around you as though he could hold every broken piece of you together.
After holding him in your arms finally feeling he was here— you slowly pulled back, just enough to look at him, as you memorize his face again you realize he was still the same. The same blue eyes. The same gentle glint in them. His familiar features only seemed softer beneath the silver moonlight spilling through the sky, and you simply freeze staring at him, as if looking away would make him disappear again. Then another sob escaped you as you buried your face against his chest. "Please... don't go," you whispered, your voice breaking completely. "Not this time."
He didn't say anything. Instead, he slowly reached for your trembling hand and guided it toward his lips, before pressing the softest, most reverent kiss against your knuckles.
You waited almost still for his answer, feeling his soft lips against your skin— wanting to hear him say, 'that this time he won't go' to tell you he wasn't going anywhere, to promise you he would stay.
But he didn't. Instead, his eyes drifted downward, settling on the ring that still rested on your finger, the wedding band that still bore his name. His entire jaw tightened at the sight, and for a moment, it felt as though the heart he thought had stopped beating years ago had suddenly found its rhythm again. One slow, aching beat. Then another. Each one somehow carrying your name. "You still wear our ring?" he asked quietly, almost as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
You looked down at it giving it a sad smile, before meeting his eyes again. "I never took it off," you admitted softly, and continued even as if another lump sat quietly in your throat. "I love you. I vowed to love you, Leon... and when that vow is engraved so deeply into every part of me, how could I ever abandon it?" Your voice trembled as another sob escaped your lips. "And if I ever did abandon.. it would be over my dead body. Even then, my cadaver wouldn't reek because it had rotted..." You let out a broken laugh through your tears, shaking your head. "...it would reek because it still loves you."
Your fingers curled tightly into the fabric of his shirt. "Leon..." your voice cracked at the edges as you spoke barely holding yourself together. "I love you." Another low guttural sob tore through you before you could stop it, and you buried yourself against him, and almost instinctively, his arms came around you, wrapping around your body with desperate gentleness, holding you so close it felt as though he was terrified to lose you too— the truth was? he was terrified to lose you too, but he also knew it was time for him to let go of you— but he could not, he can't, more so? He won't.
But he knew he has to— death was always like that.
Then he swallowed hard, his own eyes burning with tears or emotions he refuse to say right now— because he wanted you to move on to let go, so before he decides to speak he lowered his face into your hair, simply holding you.
You clung to him just as desperately, your arms tightening around him in silent plea that he should 'stay'. He struggled at first then at last he tried and cleared his throat awkwardly, searching for the right words, or perhaps the least painful ones. Finally, after a long moment, as the cool air drifted around the two of you, he shivered softly and whispered, "You need to be at peace—"
"No." You cut him off immediately, pressing your hand gently over his lips before another word could leave them, as if refusing to let him say whatever goodbye he had prepared. "No... don't say that. Not today." Your voice trembled as your eyes finally burned with tears. "Just... let me feel this."
Leon closed his eyes, then slowly, he wrapped his hand around your wrist, gently pulling it away from his lips before lowering his head and pressing tender kisses against the tears on your cheeks. "I can't keep seeing you like this," he whispered, his own voice beginning to crack. "Every day... grieving. Hurting. It hurts me too."
You shook your head immediately, breaking at the idea of let him go again. "If this is how we get to meet every day..." you murmured, your voice barely holding together, "...then let it be."
He stared at you helplessly, as you continued through tears, "Because if this isn't the life where I get to be with you..." another tear slipped down your face, "...then it'll be another."
Your fingers fidgeting itself, as your guide them over his hair and tangling those blond locks onto your fingers, "And to let you go..." you whispered, "...I'd have to burn my soul."
A broken smile found your lips despite everything. "And half of it is already gone without you." You looked into his eyes, letting every ounce of your heart speak for you. "So don't ask me to let go of you... when you're the only reason I'm still surviving this hell."
"Darling..." Leon breathed, his voice hitching between quiet sobs as he held you tightly in his arms, as though he could somehow keep you with him too— but he knew his time was up, and he needed to set you free.
Finally, something he never prepared himself for.
When he realized that his fingers trembled against you: he slowly pulled away, his blue eyes searching your face one last time. "Find me," he whispered softly, his voice barely louder than the wind around you. "In another life... find me again." Then, without another word, he gently or maybe magically placed something into your palm, a small pearl, smooth and luminous, warmed by the touch of his hand, and your hands fall automatically to your side almost limp. Then he smiled sadly and folded your fingers around it, while he smiled bitterly through his tears, and slowly he began to drift away in dust particles, his figure dissolving into the air like morning mist.
You tried god you tried, you screamed his name endlessly and reached for him desperately, while nothing came out, the screams became silent, and your tongue swelled with the bitter taste of goodbye, and at last, your fingertips caught nothing except empty space.
Then suddenly your eyes flew open, and now you were back in your own bed, the room still and silent except for your uneven breathing.
Tears somehow continued to stream down your cheeks, soaking the pillow beneath you as your heart pounded painfully inside your chest, and for a long moment, you simply lay there, trying to convince yourself it had only been a dream.
Then you felt something pressed inside your fist. Confused, you slowly opened your trembling fingers, only to find the small pearl resting in the center of your palm...
...the same pearl Leon had placed inside your palm in your dream.
Then you lay there, sobbing uncontrollably, clutching the pearl tightly in your fingers and guiding it over your chest as if it were the only piece of him you had left.
And now all you could do was pray that, when night fell again, you'd meet him one more time— even if it was only for one last goodbye.
Not knowing this would be the last time Leon appeared in your dreams, because as much as he longed to see you every night, a part of him wished he could finally set you free— even if it meant never seeing you again, and he knew deep in his dead heart, that it was indeed the last time he saw you, and felt you in his arms.
Summary : having Leon all tied up, had always been one of your fantasies and he obliges happily, letting you do what you wanted to him, but he only realizes it a bit too late, that he is fucked: utterly fucked, after seeing it in your eyes that you weren't playing with him, you meant business — and that business was: breaking his composure completely.
Genre/cw : mdni, 18+, pissing, teasing, its truly vile, no plot , badly written grammatical errors, edging, dirty talk, making leon cum 😈 it got me hot and bothered too ngl, power dynamics
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Holy hell— fuck, you were: right now , cursing in languages that were completely foreign to you.
Because seeing him completely helpless, in front of you, without even touching him, was something you thought, you had never see in this lifetime.
Because it was mostly him, who fucked you, and took charge, satisfying your core for the next five days and until you could feel your guts coming out of your throat —after every damn time he was done with you.
But today that same, stoic DSO agent was at your mercy, squirming, twitching, begging — okay maybe — not exactly 'begging', but restlessly trying to free himself from the restraints, to be inside you.
But pity, truly: you didn’t have any plans to do what he wanted; atleast not until you destroy his composure completely: just like he has always done to you.
Now, Leon sits before you; bound to a chair.
Thanks to you; he agreed way too easily for you to do it, not knowing what exactly he was agreeing to.
the empty room, echoes with your hushed conversations, while his wrists remain tied tight behind the back of the chair he was on, the slight shadows of you and his body, pool in the corners.
the room smells like dust and old cardboard while the sharp, musky scent of his and your arousal mixes together, and spreads across the room; your bare skin tingles every time breeze pass through the room teasing your aching peaks and you feel your wetness starts to drip from your flesh between your inner thighs.
Let's just say— this wasn't what you had planned, you thought you had just teased him a bit, here and there but now as you eye the blonde man seductively, who sits before you completely bare while his blonde hair falls into his blue eyes: that drips with need of your body on his.
You had a little plan of your own too— to show him exactly what you can do to him.
Your eyes lock onto his body— that keep betraying him as each second passes, and his cock thick starts to strain standing upright, it was little curved at the edge, against his stomach, while his balls sit heavy and full between his thighs.
You just admire the buffed man, you were kneeling before him, while watching him squirm, and straining against the restraints of his arms, and drinking in every helpless twitch of his hips. The rough floor below starts to bite into your knees, but you barely register the pain.
Because… your attention? Well It was fixed on the muscles in his arms, veins popping against his skin, enough to make your mouth water— and involuntarily you could feel saliva drip down from your lips , yes you were fucking drooling— not that it embarasses you in any way. Then your eyes , focus on the way his cock pulses with his heartbeat, almost angrily.
The head of his cock turns deep purple, and it was wider than you have even imagined, god and that trail of dark hair leading down from his navel carves a perfect V against his pale stomach —honestly, it's the hottest thing you've ever seen on a man.
You lean closer, to where he was sitting, shifting your weight until your breath ghosts over his wet tip, where his cock was already leaking pearls of pre-cums. Seeing you so close to him his cock throbs restlessly , but you don't let him touch you, not yet, instead you move even closer, close enough now that you can feel the heat radiating from his skin.
It almost felt like he was burning with a high fever and your core starts to ache desperately to be filled, to ride him, but you shook your head— then you deliberately leaned even more forward and your nipples brushed against the rough hair of his legs, and you let out a soft involuntarily gasp at the sensation, fuck you felt way too sensitive right now.
"Jesus, Leon," you whisper, looking up at him through your lashes, while your fingers start to trace; small circles onto the space between his bare inner thighs, and he growls, his eyes desperate or maybe predatory, you could not tell, "You're hard as steel right now." You breathed and your free hand tightened around the vibrator you've been concealing, hidden from his desperate eyes.
Leon grits his teeth, closing his eyes briefly and you chuckle seeing him so helpless before you, because right now you can't even tell, how actually he takes you, fucking you dumb until you are drooling and squirting everywhere, then he smirks almost amused and soon muscle starts ticking in his jaw.
The ropes creak as he starts to struggle against them, his cock throbbing with need to wrap you around him, "Untie me," he growls again, his voice rough, and now there was no restraint in it, he knew what he wanted and that was the hottest thing you have experienced until now, you swallow hard, itching to free him, but you decide to hold yourself back, "Do it and I'll show you exactly how hard I am," he grunts, shifting on the chair again, his hips moves with every brush of your skin on his legs. "I'll have you screaming my name against that wall before you can catch your breath."
You smile at him, slowly, not willing to give in— and finally you wrap your fingers around the base of his cock, squeezing it just tight enough to make him groan, and he cut off whatever threat he was building. "But darling," you purr, thumb tracing a slow, taunting circle against his throbbing vein on his dick, "you're the one who agreed to this. It's only fair I get my fun."
His hips buck involuntarily into your grip, a shudder ripping through his shoulders as he laughs. "You don't know what I'll do to you when I get out of these restraints," he warns, but his voice breaks on the last word as you tighten your hold on his cock.
"Promises, promises," you murmur, giving him a single, torturous stroke and he sobs your name babbling either you ‘finish’ what you started or else he dont know what he will do, but you ignore every single one of his threat, "But you're not in charge here. I am. And I think I want to keep you tied and desperate like this, because seeing you talking tough while your body begs for me is fucking funny.”
Then without waiting for his response you turn on the vibrator that sat in your hand, and the hum of it cuts through the silence with a low, threatening buzz that makes Leon's eyes widen, and his thighs tenses as he realizes what you're holding.
You turned it to the highest setting and held it up in front of him, letting the loud whirring sound speak for itself— an unspoken threat he understood immediately.
“What are you planning to do?”, he starts, his throats working up and down as he stares at the buzzing object in your hand.
"Do you want me to stop, Kennedy?" you asked in a soft whisper, Leon only shook his head, a low chuckle escaping him. Though it carried an unmistakable warning, as though saying, ‘Play with me all you want... but when it's my turn, you'll be the one begging for god to save you’. The unspoken promise sent a cool jolt of electricity racing through your core, "Relax," you murmured, though your voice held the faintest trace of command.
Slowly, you press the buzzing device against his throat, he moans loudly, and buzz of anticipation runs through you then you drag the vibrating head down the center of his chest, watching his abdominal muscles contract and flutter under the sensation. Then you slowly drag it towards his peaks, and tease his nipple, pressing it firmly there, “fuck”, he growls, his shoulders shaking as his hips jerk in a violent thrust, but you don't stop instead you keep it pressed there and ask smoothly. "Too much?", and you feel your cunt throbbing against the ache of nothing in it, but you don't give it any thought.
He shakes his head, jaw clenched so tightly his vein pulses visibly at his temple. So you smile and continue with the teasing, tracing the vibrator lower, circling his navel with the buzzing object, before descending further, and he moans, completely transfixed at what you were doing, until you're hovering just above his groin where his cock lies thick and leaking against his belly.
Leon throws his head back, and groans your name loudly, and with a satisfied smirk, tugs at his lips, and the tendons in his neck stand out like cables as you finally make contact of the object to his cock.
Slowly you run the vibrator towards the underside of his shaft especially towards his frenulum and as soon as you do, a low guttural sound tears from his throat, and he grunts, “when I am out of these restraints remember your god”, you chuckle darkly and instead of replying to him you drag the vibrator hard from root of his cock to his tip, pressing just hard enough that he can feel it in his teeth, and he grinds his molar so hard, that you could feel it in your hole.
Then as you continue with the assault, pressing and dragging vibrator over his cock in slow strokes, his hips buck violently against the chair, the wood creaking under the strain of his bound wrists. "Fuck, fuck, I can't—" But his body contradicts his plea, and more pre-cum beads spills in a steady stream down to his balls and on the chair beneath him.
"You absolutely can, kennedy." you murmur, the words dissolving into a moan as you trace the vibrating head around the sensitive ridge of his veins, then drag it down to his balls, again, pressing it firm and insistent against the heavy weight of his sac until he's panting your name his jaw open and drool starts to drip, and his thighs starts to quake uncontrollably.
When you drag it back to the tip of his cock, and pin it there, his whole body goes rigid, before thrusting himself and his hips jerk upward from the chair, then he finally closes his eyes and comes with a shout of your name, that echoes off the walls, and thick ropes of white cum shoots from his tip, and across his own stomach and chest, his hips still jerking helplessly as you keep the vibrator pressed against his oversensitive head, milking him dry until he's whimpering, and overspent, but his cock still twitches as he finally settled on the chair, squirming and throbbing, his eyes, predatory and he snaps his eyes towards you unwavering.
"That was quick," you laugh, though your thighs were already slippery with how badly you needed him inside you, while your cunt practically aching to devour every inch of his cock.
But you don't pull away the vibrator or ride him. Instead, you slowly lean forward and lick the cum from his stomach, and chest in long, slow strokes, the salty taste of semen starts to explode in your mouth , and he groans, closing his eyes while you keep the vibrator pressed against his tip,mercilessly —watching him thrash against the chair, the ropes biting into his wrists, and forming incoherent warnings.
"Fuck I need to be inside you—" he begs, almost babbling now, as sweat starts pouring down his face, and his body trembling as he starts to turn the shade of crimson.
Then you notice the desperation shifting to something else, and his face pales as his cock now turns semi-hard and his stomach tightens. "Untie me, fuck, I need to pee," he says, and finally you lift the vibrator from his tip, hurling it across the room, but you dont make any moves to free him, then you shift your weight to one side, eyes locked on his cock, watching hungrily, "Do it," you say. "I want to see how you—" but before you could continue Leon growls, straining against the ropes, but his bladder gives away, the overstimulation feels too much, and humiliation flooding his face as he finally gives in to the pressure.
A hot stream arcs suddenly from his spent cock, uncontrolled and forceful, splashing his trembling thighs and pooling beneath him on the chair. The sound is so obscene but something...special — as the liquid heat spreading across his skin and dripping onto the floor in rhythmic bursts.
He groans, a raw, broken sound, his face burning crimson as his body betrays him completely. No stopping it now. He thought, and his head falls back, as he squeezed his eye shut, humiliation and something darker warring across his flushed features as the stream of his piss, finally weakens to a trickle. You watch every second, completely awe-struck, fuck, that was… hot. Your mind raced as you felt the low hot pressure in your lower belly, "Didn't know you needed to go that badly," you teased, your voice dripping with amusement. As you trace every little reaction of his face.
His eyes flutter open and settles on you, “I told you”, they were glazed and wrecked, meeting yours through the haze of shame. And there it is, that flicker of heat beneath the embarrassment, the realization hitting him like a wave: this is how you always feel, when he fucks you, Exposed. And so fucking turned on that, you could barely breathe. "Fuck," he chokes out, chest heaving, piss still cooling on his skin. "Now I get it.”
He chuckles darkly, the sound vibrating through his chest as he doesnt wait for your reply and finally tears his wrists free from the cables, tossing the frayed restraints aside with a grunt. "You fucked me up," he growls, his, eyes burning into yours. "Just like you wanted, darling." Before you can react, he's moving already, standing and grabbing your shoulders and hauling you down, flipping you onto your back right there on the soaked floor.
The wetness heat seeps through your body, filthy and warm against your skin, pinning you to the mess he made, as he hover over your and his thick tip brushes over your core. "Now I'm going to fuck your cunt so hard," he breathes against your ear, his voice rough with intent. "You're going to squirt all over me, make an even bigger fucking mess. And you're going to love every second of it."
He doesn't wait for an answer. He just thrusts inside you in one brutal stroke, filling you completely, while you stretch around him and your back arches off the floor, a scream tearing from your throat. "Leon fuck!" He seals his mouth over yours, swallowing your cries, as he begins to move, in painfully fast rhythm.
And finally, as Leon fucks you hard, you know, you got your wish and Leon got his.
Summary : having Leon all tied up, had always been one of your fantasies and he obliges happily, letting you do what you wanted to him, but he only realizes it a bit too late, that he is fucked: utterly fucked, after seeing it in your eyes that you weren't playing with him, you meant business — and that business was: breaking his composure completely.
Genre/cw : mdni, 18+, pissing, teasing, its truly vile, no plot , badly written grammatical errors, edging, dirty talk, making leon cum 😈 it got me hot and bothered too ngl, power dynamics
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Holy hell— fuck, you were: right now , cursing in languages that were completely foreign to you.
Because seeing him completely helpless, in front of you, without even touching him, was something you thought, you had never see in this lifetime.
Because it was mostly him, who fucked you, and took charge, satisfying your core for the next five days and until you could feel your guts coming out of your throat —after every damn time he was done with you.
But today that same, stoic DSO agent was at your mercy, squirming, twitching, begging — okay maybe — not exactly 'begging', but restlessly trying to free himself from the restraints, to be inside you.
But pity, truly: you didn’t have any plans to do what he wanted; atleast not until you destroy his composure completely: just like he has always done to you.
Now, Leon sits before you; bound to a chair.
Thanks to you; he agreed way too easily for you to do it, not knowing what exactly he was agreeing to.
the empty room, echoes with your hushed conversations, while his wrists remain tied tight behind the back of the chair he was on, the slight shadows of you and his body, pool in the corners.
the room smells like dust and old cardboard while the sharp, musky scent of his and your arousal mixes together, and spreads across the room; your bare skin tingles every time breeze pass through the room teasing your aching peaks and you feel your wetness starts to drip from your flesh between your inner thighs.
Let's just say— this wasn't what you had planned, you thought you had just teased him a bit, here and there but now as you eye the blonde man seductively, who sits before you completely bare while his blonde hair falls into his blue eyes: that drips with need of your body on his.
You had a little plan of your own too— to show him exactly what you can do to him.
Your eyes lock onto his body— that keep betraying him as each second passes, and his cock thick starts to strain standing upright, it was little curved at the edge, against his stomach, while his balls sit heavy and full between his thighs.
You just admire the buffed man, you were kneeling before him, while watching him squirm, and straining against the restraints of his arms, and drinking in every helpless twitch of his hips. The rough floor below starts to bite into your knees, but you barely register the pain.
Because… your attention? Well It was fixed on the muscles in his arms, veins popping against his skin, enough to make your mouth water— and involuntarily you could feel saliva drip down from your lips , yes you were fucking drooling— not that it embarasses you in any way. Then your eyes , focus on the way his cock pulses with his heartbeat, almost angrily.
The head of his cock turns deep purple, and it was wider than you have even imagined, god and that trail of dark hair leading down from his navel carves a perfect V against his pale stomach —honestly, it's the hottest thing you've ever seen on a man.
You lean closer, to where he was sitting, shifting your weight until your breath ghosts over his wet tip, where his cock was already leaking pearls of pre-cums. Seeing you so close to him his cock throbs restlessly , but you don't let him touch you, not yet, instead you move even closer, close enough now that you can feel the heat radiating from his skin.
It almost felt like he was burning with a high fever and your core starts to ache desperately to be filled, to ride him, but you shook your head— then you deliberately leaned even more forward and your nipples brushed against the rough hair of his legs, and you let out a soft involuntarily gasp at the sensation, fuck you felt way too sensitive right now.
"Jesus, Leon," you whisper, looking up at him through your lashes, while your fingers start to trace; small circles onto the space between his bare inner thighs, and he growls, his eyes desperate or maybe predatory, you could not tell, "You're hard as steel right now." You breathed and your free hand tightened around the vibrator you've been concealing, hidden from his desperate eyes.
Leon grits his teeth, closing his eyes briefly and you chuckle seeing him so helpless before you, because right now you can't even tell, how actually he takes you, fucking you dumb until you are drooling and squirting everywhere, then he smirks almost amused and soon muscle starts ticking in his jaw.
The ropes creak as he starts to struggle against them, his cock throbbing with need to wrap you around him, "Untie me," he growls again, his voice rough, and now there was no restraint in it, he knew what he wanted and that was the hottest thing you have experienced until now, you swallow hard, itching to free him, but you decide to hold yourself back, "Do it and I'll show you exactly how hard I am," he grunts, shifting on the chair again, his hips moves with every brush of your skin on his legs. "I'll have you screaming my name against that wall before you can catch your breath."
You smile at him, slowly, not willing to give in— and finally you wrap your fingers around the base of his cock, squeezing it just tight enough to make him groan, and he cut off whatever threat he was building. "But darling," you purr, thumb tracing a slow, taunting circle against his throbbing vein on his dick, "you're the one who agreed to this. It's only fair I get my fun."
His hips buck involuntarily into your grip, a shudder ripping through his shoulders as he laughs. "You don't know what I'll do to you when I get out of these restraints," he warns, but his voice breaks on the last word as you tighten your hold on his cock.
"Promises, promises," you murmur, giving him a single, torturous stroke and he sobs your name babbling either you ‘finish’ what you started or else he dont know what he will do, but you ignore every single one of his threat, "But you're not in charge here. I am. And I think I want to keep you tied and desperate like this, because seeing you talking tough while your body begs for me is fucking funny.”
Then without waiting for his response you turn on the vibrator that sat in your hand, and the hum of it cuts through the silence with a low, threatening buzz that makes Leon's eyes widen, and his thighs tenses as he realizes what you're holding.
You turned it to the highest setting and held it up in front of him, letting the loud whirring sound speak for itself— an unspoken threat he understood immediately.
“What are you planning to do?”, he starts, his throats working up and down as he stares at the buzzing object in your hand.
"Do you want me to stop, Kennedy?" you asked in a soft whisper, Leon only shook his head, a low chuckle escaping him. Though it carried an unmistakable warning, as though saying, ‘Play with me all you want... but when it's my turn, you'll be the one begging for god to save you’. The unspoken promise sent a cool jolt of electricity racing through your core, "Relax," you murmured, though your voice held the faintest trace of command.
Slowly, you press the buzzing device against his throat, he moans loudly, and buzz of anticipation runs through you then you drag the vibrating head down the center of his chest, watching his abdominal muscles contract and flutter under the sensation. Then you slowly drag it towards his peaks, and tease his nipple, pressing it firmly there, “fuck”, he growls, his shoulders shaking as his hips jerk in a violent thrust, but you don't stop instead you keep it pressed there and ask smoothly. "Too much?", and you feel your cunt throbbing against the ache of nothing in it, but you don't give it any thought.
He shakes his head, jaw clenched so tightly his vein pulses visibly at his temple. So you smile and continue with the teasing, tracing the vibrator lower, circling his navel with the buzzing object, before descending further, and he moans, completely transfixed at what you were doing, until you're hovering just above his groin where his cock lies thick and leaking against his belly.
Leon throws his head back, and groans your name loudly, and with a satisfied smirk, tugs at his lips, and the tendons in his neck stand out like cables as you finally make contact of the object to his cock.
Slowly you run the vibrator towards the underside of his shaft especially towards his frenulum and as soon as you do, a low guttural sound tears from his throat, and he grunts, “when I am out of these restraints remember your god”, you chuckle darkly and instead of replying to him you drag the vibrator hard from root of his cock to his tip, pressing just hard enough that he can feel it in his teeth, and he grinds his molar so hard, that you could feel it in your hole.
Then as you continue with the assault, pressing and dragging vibrator over his cock in slow strokes, his hips buck violently against the chair, the wood creaking under the strain of his bound wrists. "Fuck, fuck, I can't—" But his body contradicts his plea, and more pre-cum beads spills in a steady stream down to his balls and on the chair beneath him.
"You absolutely can, kennedy." you murmur, the words dissolving into a moan as you trace the vibrating head around the sensitive ridge of his veins, then drag it down to his balls, again, pressing it firm and insistent against the heavy weight of his sac until he's panting your name his jaw open and drool starts to drip, and his thighs starts to quake uncontrollably.
When you drag it back to the tip of his cock, and pin it there, his whole body goes rigid, before thrusting himself and his hips jerk upward from the chair, then he finally closes his eyes and comes with a shout of your name, that echoes off the walls, and thick ropes of white cum shoots from his tip, and across his own stomach and chest, his hips still jerking helplessly as you keep the vibrator pressed against his oversensitive head, milking him dry until he's whimpering, and overspent, but his cock still twitches as he finally settled on the chair, squirming and throbbing, his eyes, predatory and he snaps his eyes towards you unwavering.
"That was quick," you laugh, though your thighs were already slippery with how badly you needed him inside you, while your cunt practically aching to devour every inch of his cock.
But you don't pull away the vibrator or ride him. Instead, you slowly lean forward and lick the cum from his stomach, and chest in long, slow strokes, the salty taste of semen starts to explode in your mouth , and he groans, closing his eyes while you keep the vibrator pressed against his tip,mercilessly —watching him thrash against the chair, the ropes biting into his wrists, and forming incoherent warnings.
"Fuck I need to be inside you—" he begs, almost babbling now, as sweat starts pouring down his face, and his body trembling as he starts to turn the shade of crimson.
Then you notice the desperation shifting to something else, and his face pales as his cock now turns semi-hard and his stomach tightens. "Untie me, fuck, I need to pee," he says, and finally you lift the vibrator from his tip, hurling it across the room, but you dont make any moves to free him, then you shift your weight to one side, eyes locked on his cock, watching hungrily, "Do it," you say. "I want to see how you—" but before you could continue Leon growls, straining against the ropes, but his bladder gives away, the overstimulation feels too much, and humiliation flooding his face as he finally gives in to the pressure.
A hot stream arcs suddenly from his spent cock, uncontrolled and forceful, splashing his trembling thighs and pooling beneath him on the chair. The sound is so obscene but something...special — as the liquid heat spreading across his skin and dripping onto the floor in rhythmic bursts.
He groans, a raw, broken sound, his face burning crimson as his body betrays him completely. No stopping it now. He thought, and his head falls back, as he squeezed his eye shut, humiliation and something darker warring across his flushed features as the stream of his piss, finally weakens to a trickle. You watch every second, completely awe-struck, fuck, that was… hot. Your mind raced as you felt the low hot pressure in your lower belly, "Didn't know you needed to go that badly," you teased, your voice dripping with amusement. As you trace every little reaction of his face.
His eyes flutter open and settles on you, “I told you”, they were glazed and wrecked, meeting yours through the haze of shame. And there it is, that flicker of heat beneath the embarrassment, the realization hitting him like a wave: this is how you always feel, when he fucks you, Exposed. And so fucking turned on that, you could barely breathe. "Fuck," he chokes out, chest heaving, piss still cooling on his skin. "Now I get it.”
He chuckles darkly, the sound vibrating through his chest as he doesnt wait for your reply and finally tears his wrists free from the cables, tossing the frayed restraints aside with a grunt. "You fucked me up," he growls, his, eyes burning into yours. "Just like you wanted, darling." Before you can react, he's moving already, standing and grabbing your shoulders and hauling you down, flipping you onto your back right there on the soaked floor.
The wetness heat seeps through your body, filthy and warm against your skin, pinning you to the mess he made, as he hover over your and his thick tip brushes over your core. "Now I'm going to fuck your cunt so hard," he breathes against your ear, his voice rough with intent. "You're going to squirt all over me, make an even bigger fucking mess. And you're going to love every second of it."
He doesn't wait for an answer. He just thrusts inside you in one brutal stroke, filling you completely, while you stretch around him and your back arches off the floor, a scream tearing from your throat. "Leon fuck!" He seals his mouth over yours, swallowing your cries, as he begins to move, in painfully fast rhythm.
And finally, as Leon fucks you hard, you know, you got your wish and Leon got his.
"Fucking sit on my damn face, drown me in your cunt, baby", he groans into your folds, as you hover your weight over his face, feeling your wetness drip on him, while feeling eventual brushing of his nose on your folds, which makes you gasp a sound of pleasure escaping your throat.
It felt oddly embarassing, hovering over him. Like that, and your heart squeezed inside your chest, making a jolt of electricity pass through your spine.
Though you had been hovering over him for five minutes like this because: you feel too shy to let your whole weight on him.
He knew that, though he didn't push instead he just waited patiently... until he didn't.
"Damn it, baby, when I say sit on my face, I mean every word. I want you to suffocate me. If that's how I go, I had be proud, because imagine dying eating what you love," he teases, his breath grazing your wetness while slipping inside your core, and finally without another wait or snarky remark he pulls you down onto his face.
"But, Leon, I don't want you to suffo—" you start, shifting your weight over him, as you grip the headboard with both hands in front of you while his hands settle on your waist not forcing, but only waiting until you settle into the position, you feel your knees ache as they presses into the mattress below you.
His breath ghosts over your vulva, and you feel yourself leaking in his mouth, your wetness mingling with the heat of his saliva, making your back arch and bend in two, and soon, you feel your walls clench over his nose desperate to be filled.
And you finally let yourself loose, surrendering to him as he grips your waist. Slowly, he grunts, flattening his tongue at your entrance and pulling it deep inside you, almost to the edge of your g-spot. Then he says, "Grind your hips on my face, trust me, it'll feel good."
You gasp his name at the suddeness of his movement and the pressure of his nose inside you, finally you cry out loud, way too loudly, feeling him bury his nose deeper into you while he sniffs your arousal, then you try to shift away from him, but he doesn't let you.
Instead, he holds you there, and you feel his tongue reach deeper into your cunt, his warmth ghosting over your walls. Then he takes a deep inhale of your arousal, and murmurs something muffled against you, "Sweet" he groans, and then he sets a soft rhythm of his tongue over you.
You nod hazily, agreeing with him, 'S good," you purr, and start to grind your hips even faster feeling every movement he makes his stubble, touching your walls, and you moan, his name while he laps his tongue over your vulva, your entrance, hungrily.
For a second, you hesitate, still moaning and begging for him to take you in another way instead, still he doesnt let you slip from him, instead he reassures you, "I love this, baby, I love your weight on me, when you baptize me", he murmurs into your folds and presses his nose deeper before grazing his teeth at your engorged nub, you cry out again, holding the headboard tightly, until it turns your knuckles completely white, but finally with a loud moan of pleasure: you decide to move over him, and you start to roll your hips, as if you have done it thousands of time (no , you have never done this) then he holds you steady, rhythmically licking over your folds, before he licks your entrance, sucking the lips in before lapping his tongue upward from your hole towards your clit, as soon as he finds your it, he sucks it in deeper in his mouth, forming O from his lips around it, before, making squelching sound from it inside the quiet echo of the room, while drinking every inch of your wetness from it, he doesnt the stop assault and you feel everything flutter inside you, slowly you gasp his name mumbling something 'that he should not stop', which just makes him chuckle, then your eyes closes instinctively in pleasure and you finally let yourself relax yourself, sitting on him fully, rolling your hips while his hands dig bruises into your waist.
You moan faintly, feeling your walls flutter around him, like they have their own heartbeat. "Thats my girl." His voice comes out muffled between your folds, as you coo his name in reply, you head rolling down onto your chest, pressing your chin between your shoulder bones, then he whispers, "I feel your walls spasming, hard on me, you will cum soon, baby".
He chuckles when you move even faster, while his own cock throbbing to be inside you, but he wants to feed you first, because he knows dessert always come later, "Good girl, you learn so fast," he says as you start to move with precision, he licks you in every way, then sucks your clit between his lips.
You feel your walls spasm tight around him. "I'm gonna cum," you gasp, the words breaking apart, "I'm gonn—"
"I know, baby," he says gulping your wetness deep into his throat.
And a sob tears from your throat, but you don't stop. Even when your thighs tremble and threaten to give out, you roll your hips faster, chasing the edge. Your cunt spasms hard, heat pooling deep in your lower belly, spreading like liquid warmth through your core and down your inner thighs. The finally—fucking finally—you moan out his name, knowing your were going to break, "Leon—oh my god!"
Your walls flutter over him, your eyelids squeezing shut as white stars shatter behind your eyes. You leak all over his face, shuddering and trembling all over as pleasure rips through you in waves, and your toes curl against the sheets, your body convulsing, but you keep riding his face, greedy and trembling. "Baby, that was beautiful," he groans inside your hole, his hands squeezing your waist.
But even even then, he doesn't let you settle, an when you finally stop twitching for a second, catching your breath, and before the aftershocks fades completely, he grips your waist and pulls you down onto his cock.
Your swollen, sensitive cunt makes you shake all over again. Your back arches off him, your fingers digging deep into his shoulders as you cry out so loud, that someone might think you've been murdered, or that you've died and gone to heaven.
Then he in one motions he pulls you down until your hardened nipples rubs over his pecs, and you gasp at the sensation that is rubbing and unfurling inside every vein of your body, then he smirks and murmurs hot against your ear:
"I am not done yet, because my cock is hungry for your pretty cunt too."
You’re on your knees for him, having taken his cock into your mouth only moments ago, the salty taste still pungent on your tongue. Hands running up and down his clothed thighs, you await your next command, oh so eager to please the man you’ve been waiting to see and touch for weeks.
“I wanna try something,” he says, voice dripping with sex, all honey and spice and marzipan. The way he’s looking down at you, his eyes heavy and low..that look alone could make you do anything for the man. He bends at the hips to lean over you, prompting you to tilt your head back even further. “That’s it. Open up.”
Holding your jaw in his hand, he moves his thumb across your plush, gloss-swiped lips, and once you do as you are told, he presses the digit onto your tongue, keeping the muscle flat as he shoots a glob of saliva down your throat. It’s lewd–probably one of the most disgusting things either of you have ever done to the other–but you revel in its obscenity.
“Swallow.” The order is gentle, but you obey, and he removes his hand so you can gulp down his spit. “Good girl.”
currently writing for resident evil, call of duty, and the pitt...
series: multiple chapters
one shots: >1k
drabbles: <1k
Video Games: A collection of one-shots featuring hot men from video games inspired by Lana Del Rey songs
Resident Evil
Collections
Love is a Helluva Drug (Leon Kennedy x Reader): A triptych of sex pollen one-shots featuring RE2, RE4, and RE9 Leon.
Series
Agents of Deception (Chris Redfield x Reader) (Ongoing) : After a traumatic injury during your last assignment, you promised yourself you wouldn't go back out into the field, but when the Director of the CIA personally appoints you to an intelligence operation with the B.S.A.A., he makes it clear you can't refuse. A one night stand and a mission in Paris later, you begin to piece together the puzzle as to why you were chosen specifically for this assignment, and why you can't seem to stop thinking about Chris Redfield.
Sweet Thing (SugarDaddy!Leon Kennedy x Reader): Tuition, rent, food. You're already juggling your last year of university and a part-time job when you find yourself needing a little extra cash to make ends meet. Your roommate shows you a website where desperate men take to the internet to find a pretty thing to keep them company. When you match with a potential suitor, you expect a balding, sloppy, basement-dweller, not...him.
One-Shots
Forget Him (Chris Redfield x Reader) : Fresh off a breakup, your ex’s friend, Chris Redfield, stops by your office building. Oddly enough, he doesn’t offer much sympathy for your broken heart.
Payback (Leon Kennedy x Reader) : You walk in on your husband with his secretary, and after storming out on him, you end up at a bar down the street from your office only to run into a fellow D.S.O. employee, Leon Kennedy. You're beyond hurt, and the feeling of betrayal devastates you. He helps you work through those emotions...in his bedroom.
If You Lie Down With Me (Leon Kennedy x Reader) : A new house, a moving van, and a very heavy box all lead to your introduction to your older neighbor, Leon. Brooding, burdened, and somewhat reclusive, you find a way to worm yourself into his life and knock down his defenses until he finally lets you in(to his bed).
You'll Take Both (Chris Redfield x Reader, Leon Kennedy x Reader): You’re not quite sure how you ended up in this situation, but in the end, it doesn’t matter, because you’re exactly where you want to be, caught between two men who are very eager to share you.
Polar Plunge (Leon Kennedy x Reader) : You, a young DSO agent filling in for an injured superior, find yourself trapped in the snow-banked wilderness of boreal Canada...with is partner, Leon Kennedy. A safe house in the ice-capped woods and the primal need for warmth leads you and Agent Kennedy to make use of all the cabin's amenities.
Night In (ID!Leon Kennedy x Reader): Your father, a very important person who made other important people very angry, deems it necessary for you to be watched by a certain special agent, ruining any plans you had for a fun night out with your friends.
Drabbles
Hold Tight (Subby!Leon Kennedy x Reader): Usually, Leon can't keep his hands off you, especially not after such a grueling mission as the one he just returned from. But that's the game...he can't touch you...not yet anyway.
Four Eyes (Old!Leon Kennedy x Reader): You make fun of Leon's reading glasses, calling him a name. To teach you a lesson, he shows you exactly what this old man still has in him...
Open Up (Leon Kennedy x Reader): Leon spits in your mouth.
Boots (Chris Redfield x Reader): Your husband comes home from a mission and you realize his boots need a good shining...(don't tell Caseoh)
The Pitt
Series
Idiosyncrasies (Michael Robinavitch x Reader) 3/4 complete : You and Robby have a good thing going, so good you don't mind that you two work together, or that he's twenty years older. That is, until you take him to meet your family at Thanksgiving and all those little differences you didn't seem to notice before come to the surface.
One-Shots
Beginner's Luck (Jack Abbot x Reader) : When you see your senior attending, Dr. Jack Abbot, while out at the bar with your roommate, you decide, once and for all, that you're tired of being a virgin.
Oml... THANK YOU SO MUCH GUYS FOR FOLLOWING MY WORK, STAYING AND INTERACTING WITH ME IT MEANS A LOT TO ME, HONESTLY this made me emotional in morning when its the first thing i saw 👀 damn guys I LOVE YOU SO MUCH
"Fucking sit on my damn face, drown me in your cunt, baby", he groans into your folds, as you hover your weight over his face, feeling your wetness drip on him, while feeling eventual brushing of his nose on your folds, which makes you gasp a sound of pleasure escaping your throat.
It felt oddly embarassing, hovering over him. Like that, and your heart squeezed inside your chest, making a jolt of electricity pass through your spine.
Though you had been hovering over him for five minutes like this because: you feel too shy to let your whole weight on him.
He knew that, though he didn't push instead he just waited patiently... until he didn't.
"Damn it, baby, when I say sit on my face, I mean every word. I want you to suffocate me. If that's how I go, I had be proud, because imagine dying eating what you love," he teases, his breath grazing your wetness while slipping inside your core, and finally without another wait or snarky remark he pulls you down onto his face.
"But, Leon, I don't want you to suffo—" you start, shifting your weight over him, as you grip the headboard with both hands in front of you while his hands settle on your waist not forcing, but only waiting until you settle into the position, you feel your knees ache as they presses into the mattress below you.
His breath ghosts over your vulva, and you feel yourself leaking in his mouth, your wetness mingling with the heat of his saliva, making your back arch and bend in two, and soon, you feel your walls clench over his nose desperate to be filled.
And you finally let yourself loose, surrendering to him as he grips your waist. Slowly, he grunts, flattening his tongue at your entrance and pulling it deep inside you, almost to the edge of your g-spot. Then he says, "Grind your hips on my face, trust me, it'll feel good."
You gasp his name at the suddeness of his movement and the pressure of his nose inside you, finally you cry out loud, way too loudly, feeling him bury his nose deeper into you while he sniffs your arousal, then you try to shift away from him, but he doesn't let you.
Instead, he holds you there, and you feel his tongue reach deeper into your cunt, his warmth ghosting over your walls. Then he takes a deep inhale of your arousal, and murmurs something muffled against you, "Sweet" he groans, and then he sets a soft rhythm of his tongue over you.
You nod hazily, agreeing with him, 'S good," you purr, and start to grind your hips even faster feeling every movement he makes his stubble, touching your walls, and you moan, his name while he laps his tongue over your vulva, your entrance, hungrily.
For a second, you hesitate, still moaning and begging for him to take you in another way instead, still he doesnt let you slip from him, instead he reassures you, "I love this, baby, I love your weight on me, when you baptize me", he murmurs into your folds and presses his nose deeper before grazing his teeth at your engorged nub, you cry out again, holding the headboard tightly, until it turns your knuckles completely white, but finally with a loud moan of pleasure: you decide to move over him, and you start to roll your hips, as if you have done it thousands of time (no , you have never done this) then he holds you steady, rhythmically licking over your folds, before he licks your entrance, sucking the lips in before lapping his tongue upward from your hole towards your clit, as soon as he finds your it, he sucks it in deeper in his mouth, forming O from his lips around it, before, making squelching sound from it inside the quiet echo of the room, while drinking every inch of your wetness from it, he doesnt the stop assault and you feel everything flutter inside you, slowly you gasp his name mumbling something 'that he should not stop', which just makes him chuckle, then your eyes closes instinctively in pleasure and you finally let yourself relax yourself, sitting on him fully, rolling your hips while his hands dig bruises into your waist.
You moan faintly, feeling your walls flutter around him, like they have their own heartbeat. "Thats my girl." His voice comes out muffled between your folds, as you coo his name in reply, you head rolling down onto your chest, pressing your chin between your shoulder bones, then he whispers, "I feel your walls spasming, hard on me, you will cum soon, baby".
He chuckles when you move even faster, while his own cock throbbing to be inside you, but he wants to feed you first, because he knows dessert always come later, "Good girl, you learn so fast," he says as you start to move with precision, he licks you in every way, then sucks your clit between his lips.
You feel your walls spasm tight around him. "I'm gonna cum," you gasp, the words breaking apart, "I'm gonn—"
"I know, baby," he says gulping your wetness deep into his throat.
And a sob tears from your throat, but you don't stop. Even when your thighs tremble and threaten to give out, you roll your hips faster, chasing the edge. Your cunt spasms hard, heat pooling deep in your lower belly, spreading like liquid warmth through your core and down your inner thighs. The finally—fucking finally—you moan out his name, knowing your were going to break, "Leon—oh my god!"
Your walls flutter over him, your eyelids squeezing shut as white stars shatter behind your eyes. You leak all over his face, shuddering and trembling all over as pleasure rips through you in waves, and your toes curl against the sheets, your body convulsing, but you keep riding his face, greedy and trembling. "Baby, that was beautiful," he groans inside your hole, his hands squeezing your waist.
But even even then, he doesn't let you settle, an when you finally stop twitching for a second, catching your breath, and before the aftershocks fades completely, he grips your waist and pulls you down onto his cock.
Your swollen, sensitive cunt makes you shake all over again. Your back arches off him, your fingers digging deep into his shoulders as you cry out so loud, that someone might think you've been murdered, or that you've died and gone to heaven.
Then he in one motions he pulls you down until your hardened nipples rubs over his pecs, and you gasp at the sensation that is rubbing and unfurling inside every vein of your body, then he smirks and murmurs hot against your ear:
"I am not done yet, because my cock is hungry for your pretty cunt too."
"Fucking sit on my damn face, drown me in your cunt, baby", he groans into your folds, as you hover your weight over his face, feeling your wetness drip on him, while feeling eventual brushing of his nose on your folds, which makes you gasp a sound of pleasure escaping your throat.
It felt oddly embarassing, hovering over him. Like that, and your heart squeezed inside your chest, making a jolt of electricity pass through your spine.
Though you had been hovering over him for five minutes like this because: you feel too shy to let your whole weight on him.
He knew that, though he didn't push instead he just waited patiently... until he didn't.
"Damn it, baby, when I say sit on my face, I mean every word. I want you to suffocate me. If that's how I go, I had be proud, because imagine dying eating what you love," he teases, his breath grazing your wetness while slipping inside your core, and finally without another wait or snarky remark he pulls you down onto his face.
"But, Leon, I don't want you to suffo—" you start, shifting your weight over him, as you grip the headboard with both hands in front of you while his hands settle on your waist not forcing, but only waiting until you settle into the position, you feel your knees ache as they presses into the mattress below you.
His breath ghosts over your vulva, and you feel yourself leaking in his mouth, your wetness mingling with the heat of his saliva, making your back arch and bend in two, and soon, you feel your walls clench over his nose desperate to be filled.
And you finally let yourself loose, surrendering to him as he grips your waist. Slowly, he grunts, flattening his tongue at your entrance and pulling it deep inside you, almost to the edge of your g-spot. Then he says, "Grind your hips on my face, trust me, it'll feel good."
You gasp his name at the suddeness of his movement and the pressure of his nose inside you, finally you cry out loud, way too loudly, feeling him bury his nose deeper into you while he sniffs your arousal, then you try to shift away from him, but he doesn't let you.
Instead, he holds you there, and you feel his tongue reach deeper into your cunt, his warmth ghosting over your walls. Then he takes a deep inhale of your arousal, and murmurs something muffled against you, "Sweet" he groans, and then he sets a soft rhythm of his tongue over you.
You nod hazily, agreeing with him, 'S good," you purr, and start to grind your hips even faster feeling every movement he makes his stubble, touching your walls, and you moan, his name while he laps his tongue over your vulva, your entrance, hungrily.
For a second, you hesitate, still moaning and begging for him to take you in another way instead, still he doesnt let you slip from him, instead he reassures you, "I love this, baby, I love your weight on me, when you baptize me", he murmurs into your folds and presses his nose deeper before grazing his teeth at your engorged nub, you cry out again, holding the headboard tightly, until it turns your knuckles completely white, but finally with a loud moan of pleasure: you decide to move over him, and you start to roll your hips, as if you have done it thousands of time (no , you have never done this) then he holds you steady, rhythmically licking over your folds, before he licks your entrance, sucking the lips in before lapping his tongue upward from your hole towards your clit, as soon as he finds your it, he sucks it in deeper in his mouth, forming O from his lips around it, before, making squelching sound from it inside the quiet echo of the room, while drinking every inch of your wetness from it, he doesnt the stop assault and you feel everything flutter inside you, slowly you gasp his name mumbling something 'that he should not stop', which just makes him chuckle, then your eyes closes instinctively in pleasure and you finally let yourself relax yourself, sitting on him fully, rolling your hips while his hands dig bruises into your waist.
You moan faintly, feeling your walls flutter around him, like they have their own heartbeat. "Thats my girl." His voice comes out muffled between your folds, as you coo his name in reply, you head rolling down onto your chest, pressing your chin between your shoulder bones, then he whispers, "I feel your walls spasming, hard on me, you will cum soon, baby".
He chuckles when you move even faster, while his own cock throbbing to be inside you, but he wants to feed you first, because he knows dessert always come later, "Good girl, you learn so fast," he says as you start to move with precision, he licks you in every way, then sucks your clit between his lips.
You feel your walls spasm tight around him. "I'm gonna cum," you gasp, the words breaking apart, "I'm gonn—"
"I know, baby," he says gulping your wetness deep into his throat.
And a sob tears from your throat, but you don't stop. Even when your thighs tremble and threaten to give out, you roll your hips faster, chasing the edge. Your cunt spasms hard, heat pooling deep in your lower belly, spreading like liquid warmth through your core and down your inner thighs. The finally—fucking finally—you moan out his name, knowing your were going to break, "Leon—oh my god!"
Your walls flutter over him, your eyelids squeezing shut as white stars shatter behind your eyes. You leak all over his face, shuddering and trembling all over as pleasure rips through you in waves, and your toes curl against the sheets, your body convulsing, but you keep riding his face, greedy and trembling. "Baby, that was beautiful," he groans inside your hole, his hands squeezing your waist.
But even even then, he doesn't let you settle, an when you finally stop twitching for a second, catching your breath, and before the aftershocks fades completely, he grips your waist and pulls you down onto his cock.
Your swollen, sensitive cunt makes you shake all over again. Your back arches off him, your fingers digging deep into his shoulders as you cry out so loud, that someone might think you've been murdered, or that you've died and gone to heaven.
Then he in one motions he pulls you down until your hardened nipples rubs over his pecs, and you gasp at the sensation that is rubbing and unfurling inside every vein of your body, then he smirks and murmurs hot against your ear:
"I am not done yet, because my cock is hungry for your pretty cunt too."
