Even a good boyfriend can be bad at something
Requested by @catmarrie
Pre-RE2! Inexperienced Leon x reader
Part two
Summary: Leon is the ideal boyfriend: loving, caring, attentive – but there is something he isn’t entirely experienced at. Sex.
Warnings: awkward and shy Leon, fluff!! Once again I present pathetic Leon, very awkward sex for the first time (don’t worry second time is better) p in v, muncher Leon, this man is obsessed with tasting you, creampie pie, multiple orgasms, whiny Leon, lovestruck puppy Leon, jealous Leon, semi-public sex in the bar bathroom, freak! Leon a bit of an angsty ending because we all know what happens next in RC
Note: fun fact, re2 Leon is actually my favorite Leon. Shocking, I know, since I mainly wrote for re9 so far and I’m sorry if this wasn’t the best but my grandma just passed so my family is taking it hard. So not proofread really. 8k words
Leon barely had time to mess around with relationships. He had one goal and focus in mind and that was getting through the police academy. This had been his dream since he was a child and saved by the police officer; some liked to say he was too focused on becoming a police officer that all life’s pleasures were passing through him. He didn’t believe that.
Until he met you.
It was a normal day going to his favorite coffee shop to study laws and the exams that were coming up at the academy. His nose has been stuck down in the books more than usual, his mind was focused on getting what he wanted. His surprise came when the familiar aroma of roasted coffee beans hit his nose and his eyes landed on you.
His brows pinched together. He expected the sweet old lady Mrs. Johnson to be at the counter, the old lady that ran the coffee shop with her husband. He glanced around to see where the older lady was but she wasn’t around. Concern filled him but what override him was the smile you had given him and the sweet sound of your voice.
His heart stammered in his chest and now he understood why his friends at the academy had told him that life was passing by him. He thought for the longest time he didn’t need a relationship and he could just wait until after he graduated but one look at you and he was a goner.
The moment he laid his eyes on you, his nerves were getting to him that he stumbled to his usual spot ( more like he tripped over his own feet and almost fell over a table ) and hid his face behind his police training book. The cafe blared I love you baby by Frankie Valli almost mocking him for how love struck he became with you.
He thought he was being subtle looking at you from across the cafe. He didn’t realize how ridiculous the sight looked – his eyes were peeking over the book staring intensely at you while you worked. He chewed on his bottom lip trying to muster the courage of what to say to you.
Truthfully, he’s never done this before. Sure, he had his awkward first kiss back in high school and crushes but never an actual girlfriend. He always thought he was too awkward for that.
Stop overthinking this and just go up to her, Leon thought. Fortunately for him, he didn’t make a fool out of himself because you decided to come up to him with a cup of coffee. He immediately sat up straight and began patting his hair, though he believed he flattened his hair too much so he began threading his fingers through his hair instead. Now his hair was too messy.
He didn’t have time to fix it when you showed up right in front of him. “Hi!” His voice was extremely high pitched, his cheeks burned before he cleared his throat, “hello.” his voice went deeper this time. Smooth, Leon.
A soft chuckle came out of you as you raised an eyebrow at his behavior. “Hello. Mrs. Johnson told me you’re a regular here and showed me what your order is. I know she always has it ready for you whenever you come in so I thought I’d do the same.” You explained, putting down his coffee order in front of him.
As if he didn’t fall in love immediately, he just did so even more. His eyes couldn’t help tracing down to your hands almost brushing near his clutching hands around his book before darting back to your face. She almost touched me!
“Y-yeah? I hope my order wasn’t too complicated for you. . .with the extra foam and all. . .” He mumbled. If he could die from the awkwardness, he would. “Where is Mrs. Johnson, anyways? It’s unlike her to not show up to work.”
“She had surgery and won’t be able to work for the next couple months so she trained me to take over during that time. She’s friends with my parents so I got to take over for her.”
“Oh, so basically nepotism?” Leon joked. He thought for a moment he must have said the wrong thing. His jokes never land with hardly anyone but a soft snort came out of you and he visibly relaxed. “I hope she will be okay.” He added, he cared about Mrs. Johnson since she was the closest to a mother figure for him. He noted that he would visit her soon.
“Basically, the only way you can get a job right now.” You agree and nervously put your hands behind your back. “So, you’re going to see a lot more of me when you come in.”
This is your chance to see if she’s interested in you. He tried to puff out his chest in confidence.. “Then I have more of a reason to come.” Leon flirted with a shy smile. “Just to see how you’re settling in.” He added in a lie, he just wanted to come see you.
You darted your eyes away shyly for a moment and smiled to yourself. “I look forward to your inspections. . .Officer Kennedy.” You teased, looking back at him.
His face turned red. Officer Kennedy. He wasn’t an officer yet but the way you said it; he can listen to your voice calling him that all the time. He was almost sure that hearts were appearing over his head from how his eyes were soft and big looking up at you from his seat. “O-Oh, I’m not an officer yet! I’m trying to be but it takes time and a lot of studying. If you want to call me Officer Kennedy, you can. Or if you just prefer to call me Leon that’s fine too. . .” He cringed at himself for rambling on.
The bell rang from another customer walking in. Disappointment filled him knowing you’d have to leave to tend to the counter. “I’m sorry for rambling.” Leon muttered.
“No, it’s okay. It was cute,” you turned around to head towards the counter but not before looking over your shoulder to give him one last smile, “I will see you around, Leon.”
A goofy grin spread on his lips. Cute, she thinks I’m cute. He excitedly grabbed his coffee, it was a habit to see what was written on the cup and his breath hitched in his throat. A phone number more specifically your phone number. His thumb subconsciously trace against the numbers and he couldn’t wait to start coming more often to see you.
A couple months passed and it took a while for Leon to ask you out on the second month. You agreed easily. Mrs. Johnson vouched for him and constantly talked about him whenever you were around him before you met him and you were intrigued about Leon.
Suffice to say, Leon lived up to what others have said about him. Caring, generous, attentive and loving. He’s practically the man of your dreams. He always gave you space to express your emotions when you were unhappy with something he had done. He listened carefully from the feedback and immediately corrected his behavior. He made it a habit to bring you lunch and make you lunch with little encouraging notes.
He was a gentleman by always paying for dates. He would run out of his jeep and come to your door so you wouldn’t have to open it. One time he carried you when your feet were hurting from the high heels you were wearing on a date and he claimed it was good for his workout routine anyways.
But there was a downside of dating Leon.
He never wanted to do anything more than kissing. At first you understood that perhaps he didn’t want to do more with how he would brush off the thought of having sex with you. Perhaps he was shy or was the type of guy that waited till marriage. But his actions always contradicted those thoughts of yours.
Constantly, you found yourself in the back of his jeep on his lap making out with him. His needy whines muffled against your lips, his hands splaying on your hips alternating between gripping and kneading grinding his hips desperately up against yours to seek friction.
And when you want to take it further, he’ll pull away and make a pathetic excuse about how he had to take you home and go study the police training book some more. So you had to ask what has been in your mind the past couple months, “do you not want to have sex with me? It’s fine if you don’t, I don’t want to pressure you into doing something you’re not comfortable with but it seems like you want to do more. Like I said, you don’t have to have sex with me but it just feels like you’re holding back for some reason.” Now it was your turn to ramble when Leon was usually the one to go on his stammering ramblings when he was nervous.
Leon frowned and then bit his puffy lips nervously. “O-of course I want to have sex with you!” He practically squeaked out, his fingers flexing around your hips trying to ground himself or figure out how he wanted to explain himself; perhaps both with how quiet he went. “I just. . .” He took a deep breath, “I just want it to feel good for you.”
“It will.” You promised and pressed a soft, chaste kiss against his nose. “You won’t disappoint me.”
Oh, how wrong you were.
First times were always awkward. That was a given for a new relationship when you’re so utterly in love with the person. It started off as good going back to his apartment and the session started like this; Leon laid you down on his bed ever so gently kissing you softly trying to memorize every detail of your lips then it’s like he couldn’t stand it, his kisses turned needy and passionate.
His teeth nipping at your skin, his tongue tracing any part he can taste. Clothes were thrown somewhere in the bedroom where skin was finally exposed. You admire the way the soft yellow fluorescent glow illuminated against the ridge muscles he proudly had been working on. But Leon? His eyes couldn’t take his eyes off you entirely.
His eyes darted from your face down to your naked body. The soft swell of your breast, the curve of your hips down to the gathering slick coating around your pussy. Most of all his eyes darted back to your face and softness filled his eyes holding so much love you thought he might propose to you right there.
No, instead he finally entered inside of you. The stretch made you furrow your brows since it had been a while you had something inside of you. The hopes that this would be the most romantic first time with Leon were squashed immediately from reality. Leon barely moved his hips just staying still above you. Perhaps he needed a moment?
You tried to capture his lips into a kiss instead your lips were puckered in the air and his head was nuzzled inside your neck. Okay, so maybe he was shy being inside of you for the first time? That was fine since it was the first official sexual encounter. You expected Leon to start really moving his hips and waited for it. Small little thrusts were made and shaky little whines came out of his lips.
He was bigger than your first boyfriend, his cock dragging against your walls. It wasn’t enough to satisfy you despite it being nice for what it was. Was this it? You thought, the only pleasurable experience you were getting out of this was from his soft little whiny praises he was giving you.
Leon was enjoying this while you weren’t. You felt terrible for pretending to moan for him realizing how quiet you were while he was the one making the most noises out of the two of you. It ended as soon it started, he had his orgasm in the condom and you, well, had to fake one just to make him feel better.
“How was it?” Leon questioned through soft pants.
You strained a smile at him. “It was. . .great!”
Your chest tightened from lying but you couldn’t bear to sadden him from how disappointed you were from his performance. Now, you were only left with your thoughts; what the fuck were you going to do now?
Several days passed and you were stuck in your thoughts trying to figure out what to do about the terrible first time you had with Leon. You went to your friends for advice and that might have been a terrible idea since their first response was to break up with Leon.
The thought did occur for two days while you avoided Leon at the cafe making the other girl work your shifts and actively avoided his calls. Was sex a good reason to break up with someone? Perhaps if the sex was terrible and Leon was terrible but he was only terrible at sex. Everything else he would be considered husband material by the aunties, Mrs. Johnson already believes so.
It would be immature just to break up with Leon and not tell him the real reason. Communicating the problem would be easier, you were about to head out and go find him at the diner he would go to after he would hang out with his friends ( his schedule was predictable from how adamant he was from not changing his routine until he met you ).
You barely opened the door and you felt someone wrap their arms around your waist and bury their face against your stomach. You almost screamed bloody murder and was about to reach for the baseball bat near your door to ward off the perpetrator until you looked down and saw Leon.
He was on his knees, his face buried against your stomach while his eyes were peeking up at you soft and big like a puppy. “Why haven’t you been answering my calls? I’ve been worried. Did I do something wrong? If I did something wrong, I can fix it. Please let me fix it. I don’t want you to ignore me.” He went on a muttering tangent rambling, holding you closer against him afraid you would leave him.
“Leon-”
“I know I can be much at times and I focus too much on becoming a police officer. I’m sorry if I neglected you-”
“Leon-”
“I deserve whatever punishment you’re willing to give me. If you don’t want to see my face ever again, I completely understand-”
“Leon.” The firmer scolding of your tone made Leon blink and perk his head away from your stomach to look up at you. Your eyes softened from the worry etched on his face. Your throat tightened from the guilt of ignoring Leon and making him spiral like this. “You didn’t do anything wrong. . .” That wasn’t entirely true. “Come, stand.” You gently helped him up and he wobbled up taking your hand and lacing his fingers through them.
You shut the door behind him and took him to sit on the couch. “Then what’s wrong?” Leon questioned with a head tilt.
You sucked in a deep breath. How were you going to let him know he sucked at sex? You didn’t know why you were overthinking this, he’s a grown ass man. He pays taxes and drinks alcohol, he can handle the truth. “Leon, I say this with love,” you started squeezing his hand, “I love you, I really do but when we had sex, I. . .” You had to rip the band-aid just to tell him the truth, “IfakeanorgasmbecauseIwasscaredtodisappointyouandIthoughtitwasreallyawful.”
Leon blinked for a moment from how fast you were speaking that he almost didn’t catch what you were trying to say. He got used to when you talked like this during your nervous ramblings because it clinked inside of him and he stayed quiet for a long moment. You noticed the tip of his ears turning red and his eyes darted away from yours for a moment.
“Oh.” He muttered.
“Leon. . .”
“W-was I really that bad?” Leon questioned, looking back at you with a dejected look. “Why didn’t you say anything, baby? You know I value your opinion even if it’s hard to hear at times.”
You sighed and shrugged, tracing your thumb against the back of his hand. “With my previous boyfriend, he was bad at sex and whenever I brought it up he would throw a fit and said he’s doing it like how he saw in porn videos so I just didn’t want to upset you.”
Leon stared at you. Like really stared at you. The mention of your ex-boyfriend made him want to roll his eyes just because he hated hearing about that guy and each time he heard about him, it was something awful and new. But to think you had to shield your comfort away from him? He was offended.
“First of all, I’m not your dumbass ex,” Leon deadpanned, squeezing your hand before gently pulling you onto his lap, “Secondly, learning from porn is just straight up stupid when all of it is fake no wonder he’s such a loser who couldn’t keep you. Thirdly, how many times have I told you that you can tell me anything and as much as I don't want to hear it or feel hurt, I still want you to tell me.”
Guilt swarmed through you entirely. “I know, I’m sorry.”
“No, I’m sorry for making our first time terrible.” Leon said with embarrassment, wrapping his arms around you to hold you against him. “It was my first time with anyone really. I never experienced this,” he gestured to the both of you, “before. I never cared to be in relationships because my only dream was becoming a police officer until I met you. You became part of my dream and if you’re unhappy then I am too.”
You shyly smiled and felt your heart stammer inside of your chest. And here you thought you were going to break up with him over something was dumb as sex. “You’re mad then?”
“Mad?” Leon questioned with a shake of his head. “More like embarrassed.” He leaned in and peck his lips against yours, “next time, I promise I’ll do better.”
Leon was on a spiral. How the fuck was he going to do better at having sex? He wasn’t going to seek out porn like your dumbass ex did. It was hard to focus during training class, he kept falling on his face during drills which got him severely yelled at. He kept fiddling with the picture he had of you in his pocket, his friends always laughed at him for being overly in love with you but it grounded him.
It was breaktime with his friends and the topic of sex came around somehow. Ugh, I don’t want to think about that, Leon thought hearing his friends crazy stories about the encounters they had or what they have done to the girl. He was quietly absorbing information munching on his food you had prepared him until the focus went on him.
“Huh? What about me?” He questioned with a higher voice.
“What about you, Kennedy?”
“Got any stories with your experience?”
Leon almost wanted to get snappy with them for even daring to ask him that question. He wasn’t going to tell him how tight you were or how you were Aphrodite reincarnated beneath him. That was for his knowledge alone. A true gentleman doesn’t tell anyone else about their partner’s body that way, his grandma embedded that in his head from when he was a teen.
But, he could turn the question around and ask for advice without talking about your body. “Actually, I was wondering how you make a woman feel pleasurable in bed?”
His friend, Jake, raised an eyebrow and snorted. “Is that a subtle way of saying you sucked ass in bed and need advice.” He stated more than questioned Leon.
“Hypthoetical situation.” Leon countered with a blush. “Just asking a question.”
“Right, hypothetical." Jake deadpanned. “I’m going to tell you how to pleasure a woman and you better listen carefully for the next time you see her. After you listen to this and use it, she will never get off your dick.”
Leon rolled his eyes and tried to hide a smile forming. He didn’t only care about having sex with you but the thought of you always on him made him take out his note book and write down what Jake was telling him. His face kept turning redder throughout the whole conversation but he was determined to make the second experience with you better than anything you will ever get.
Leon spent days reading over his notes and admittedly he went to the bookstore to buy a book about female anatomy. If you thought he was too engrossed in studying his police training manual, he was worse when it came to studying how to please a woman.
He felt confident enough to make this experience for you better than the last. He just didn’t expect it was going to be today. After he got out of training, his friends asked him if he wanted to go to the bar; at first, he refused and told them he was going to hang out with you but once they told him they invited you as well to join he perked up and told them he would go.
He ignored the jabs of how much of a love struck puppy he is and practically bounced to his car. Confidence filled him from learning how he can please you better and he couldn’t wait to see you at the bar.
Arriving at the bar, he felt severely under dressed from his casual clothes he was wearing. He almost didn’t care until his eyes landed on you and his breath hitched. There you were sitting with the rest of the friend group wearing a dress he had never seen before; the crimson dress hugged every curve tightly and the low neckline swelling around your breast made his cock twitched in his boxers.
He didn’t care he was acting like a virgin by becoming hard at the mere sight of you. His thoughts were already dying on trying to test on what he learned. You noticed him, giving him that smile that made him want to drag you away from everyone or take you in front of everyone; he didn’t care – he just needed you.
Leon took a shaky breath and forced himself to follow his friends. He barley greeted the rest of his friends while he made his way towards you. His hands reached out and grasped your face placing little kisses all over your face (cheek, forehead, nose, lips), he wasn’t one for displays of affections yet the thought that anyone could think for a moment they can have you was dead wrong.
Your name fell off his lips easily as he planted another soft kiss. A friend groaned and rolled their eyes at him telling him to get a room. Oh, he would soon; he just couldn’t jump the gun yet. “Hey, how’s my pretty girl doing today?”
You giggled through each ticklish kiss and rolled your eyes playfully. “Another boring day at work. I’m ready to drink and forget about it.” You patted the seat next to him, this was the quickest he sat down on any surface.
Leon had a feeling his friends were regretting inviting you along because when you were around, his only focus was on you. And tonight, it completely was as rounds of drinks came. Jokes and stories were being told around while more drinks were being disturbed, it must have been the third round and he was feeling a bit tipsy.
You quit since someone needed to take care of Leon from how light weight he was. That didn’t stop you becoming tipsy and told him you were going to the bar to get a soda instead. He nodded staying in his spot and downed another drink, he scrunched his nose from the taste and felt his cheeks flushing.
His eyes didn’t leave your figure making sure no one would bother you while you were trying to order a drink. Safety reasons, too many things can happen at a bar. And, god, he was right because someone didn’t get the memo with his displays of affections earlier and came up to you. His fingers flexed around the glass and stared from afar assessing whether or not the man was harassing you.
At first it seemed innocent talk between two strangers until he noticed the way the man leaned in too close for Leon’s liking. An ugly tight feeling ached in his chest, he was sure that the glass would have broke in his hands if he was stronger. The stranger was good looking; he looked a bit older than you and Leon, and he couldn’t help the insecure feeling clawing in his chest.
It was obvious the man wanted more than just to get you a drink. The way his green eyes darted across your dress clearly landed on the swell of your breast. His fingers are inching too close to yours. He feared you would rather be this stranger than him. That you would leave with him to experience actually good sex rather the pathetic excuse he had given you.
No.
He wouldn’t stand for that. “Yo, Leon, you good bro?” His friend asked in concern from the way Leon’s jaw was tense and his glare looked like he could kill someone.
“Peachy.” Leon stated, standing up and walked over to the bar. Purposefully Leon grumbled and squeezed his way between you and the stranger, shoving his way in the space. “There you are my beloved, sweet, beautiful girlfriend,” he said, giving the guy a glare and a once over with a scrunched up nose, “Bud light? Terrible taste in alcohol. I believe that says a lot about a person if you enjoy that so, goodbye.”
And because Leon was utterly petty, he pushed the drink the stranger had purchased you. The liquid contents sloshed over and spilled over the guy’s pants. “What the fuck?” He shouted, angrily.
“Oops, I had too much to drink. Forgive me.” Leon replied with a tight smile then turned towards you grabbing your hand and hauling you away from him. “Let’s go.”
“Leon, where are we going?”
Leon didn’t reply. His jaw kept tensing and pushed through the crowded bar, he didn’t notice how much fuller it had got in the past hour - he was too busy looking at you the entire time. He led you towards the back into an empty bathroom and pulled you inside, locking the door behind you with a deafening click. “Leon, you don’t have to worry about him mrph-” His lips crashed into yours and his hands were on your waist pressing you back into the door.
Each time you tried to call his name, his lips were determined to quiet you down and nip his teeth at every inch of flesh. His hands roamed up towards your breast and squeezed around the swelling feeling them overflow out of his hands with a groan. “I do have to worry about him.” He mumbled against your lips, trailing them down under your jaw as he tilted his head down to capture the skin between his teeth to suckle the skin. “You might leave me for him. He might be more experienced than me and I can’t have that.”
Each harsh suckle on the column of your throat made you whimper and slick began to form uncomfortably on your lace panties. He was never this rough with you. His touches always consist of gentleness; not this time. “I won’t let him have you.” His voice grumbled against your neck before pulling away, staring down at you with a half-lidded gaze and puffy lips, “I can’t let him have you.”
“Leon, I didn’t entertain him. I promise.” You reassured him through soft whines from his thumb tracing the exposed flesh peeking out of the neckline of your dress. “You know I don’t want anyone else besides you.”
“I know.” Leon mumbled. “I just hate the thought that some other guy can pleasure you the way you expected me to.”
“Leon. . .”
He shook his head and roamed his hands down the edge of your dress. He knew that it was a crazy idea to fuck his girlfriend in the bar’s bathroom where you deserved to be loved properly on a bed but he needed to prove to you he can please you. “I learned what I should do. I studied how to make you feel good.”
“You studied?” You deadpanned with a small snort then you inhaled a shaky breath seeing him bunch up your dress up to your waist exposing the white lace fabric that was soaked.
“Don’t act surprised, studying is my strong suit especially when it comes to wanting to please my girl.” Leon shifted down to his knees to the floor. Normally, this would have disgusted him being on the bar’s bathroom floor, luckily, the alcohol in his system was overriding whatever disgust and logic in his head. “Please, just let me show you what I learned.”
How can you deny Leon when he was acting whiny for your attention? Especially the way his half-lidded eyes were staring up at you, his large hands gripping your thighs already spreading them apart to the point he placed your leg on his shoulder. He really wanted to make it up to you for how terrible he was last time and truth be told, you wanted to see what he learned.
You nodded. “Fine. But if we get caught, I'll beat your ass later.”
“Sounds reasonable.” Leon said, eagerly. Before he can get too eager, he forced himself to calm down. He couldn’t let last incidents happen again from his eagerness so he took a deep breath and turned his head to the side pressing a kiss against your inner thigh. A twitch under his lips.
This was a good sign. He continued alternating between kisses and sucks on your thighs. He felt your leg shake on his shoulder and those needy little whimpers he loved to hear so much. Progress so far, better than last time.
He took his time with each thigh until he was satisfied with the marks he had left on your skin. Leon pulled away with soft pants and looked back down towards the white lace that was obscenely becoming wetter around your folds that he can practically see through it. “You’re so gorgeous.” He praised softly.
Last time, he was too impatient to taste you. This time, your needs were his priority now that he learned what to do. His face leaned in and his nose was deep against your clothed cunt; he inhaled deeply and rolled his eyes back from the scent of you. “I was dumb enough to not take my time with you because, fuck,” he groaned against your pussy, pulling you forward just to stuff his face deeper against you, “how did I neglect you like this?”
You opened your mouth to respond though no words were formed because his eager tongue darted out and began tasting you through the fabric. You watched his eyes flutter more and almost loud whines escaped his lips; he wasn’t tasting your bare pussy and you could only imagine how he would react once he did,
His tongue darted out and traced the clit. A gasp came out of you and your hand shot out to grasp his head. A smug smirk came on his lips, “I was told that this was the part that would make you scream for me. I wanna test that theory out.” His lips latched onto the nub through the wet fabric and obscenely began to suck eagerly on it to elicit those moans out of you.
Leon was right about his theory. Shaky moans poured out of you while your fingers held onto him tighter trying to ground onto anything. “Y-you really did learned from last time.”
A chuckle rumbled against your pussy. “Told you.” Then, he took his time with you. His mouth suckled on the nub through the fabric for a long time. The saliva overcoats your wetness and the fabric stuck too uncomfortably now on your pussy that was clenching around nothing. His thumbs were tracing on your outer thighs holding you in place against the bar door.
The muffled sounds of the music overflowing outside and loud talking brought him relief that no one could really hear them unless you pressed an ear against the door. He didn’t need to be kicked out of the police academy for wanting to please his woman.
There was a shakiness on his shoulder from your leg. The impending orgasm was filling your entire body. It wasn’t like last time where you pretended to orgasm around him, he can noticeably tell the difference from last time. Your alternating moans and whimpers were becoming increasingly high-pitched rather than bored. Your fingers were digging into his scalp though he oddly enjoyed it. You were chasing the pleasure instead of just laying there and taking it disappointedly.
“Le0n, fuck, I’m going to cum.” You warned bucking your hips against his mouth. Without another warning, a white hot flash seized through your entire body and y0u had to bite your lower lip to hold back the loud cries. Cum seeped out of your pussy coating the white lace fabric to the point you were sure there was no use wearing them from how transparent the material is.
Leon had to agree. He can see your pussy now and satisfaction filled him from what he had learned. Jake told him to always focus on the clit because some women didn’t feel pleasure from penetration, they needed stimulation to help them orgasm. “I did it.” He muttered more in amazement to himself.
Now Leon was entirely pussy drunk. One hand moved from your thigh and pulled aside the overly wet material to the side to get a glimpse of your fluttering folds and drenching hole. “Holy fuck, I should have done this the first time for you. I’m sorry, baby. I need to make it up to you.” You almost wondered what he meant until his lips latched around your clit once again.
Overstimulation filled you immediately. You tried to pull your hips away from his suckles, “wait, Leon. I’m sensitive, you can’t just-”
“I know.” Leon mumbled against your clit, rolling his eyes as his tongue stuck out tracing his tongue down from your clit to your fluttering cunt capturing around the soppy fluttering folds for a moment. Wet, tight and warm; he was definitely mad at himself for not doing this the first time. “I’m counting on you to have another one for me.”
You created a monster.
Leon pried your thighs apart more and stuck his tongue deeper inside of your hole. Contrasting walls were fluttering around his tongue and his nose was nuzzling against your clit. He didn’t care how wet his face was, all he cared about was the taste of you. Determined to show you what he had learned. Determined to make sure the stranger at the bar that flirted with you would never please you in the way he can.
He prided in himself for how the noises that should have been there the first time were real and genuine this time. And if he could bottle up those moans and high-pitched whines that were threatening to become screams, he would and would jerk off to it every chance he got.
Fuck the police academy when his dream was right here. And god, his dream sounded so good for him. “Please, don’t run away from me.” He whined, holding you firmer against the bar bathroom door. “I need to do this for you.”
His tongue continued its borderline savage attacks in your cunt. He didn’t allow any traces of wetness to escape him. Slurps and slicking sounds came from his mouth; one thing that you discovered about Leon, he was a very messy eater. Spit and wetness dribbled down the corner of his lips down his chin where it dripped, dripped, dripped staining his shirt.
Since Leon didn’t give you any time to recover from the last orgasm, the impending one was at its brink. You can practically feel the smug smirk on his lips noticing now what the signs were that y0u were about to cum. “Look at my pretty girl, I know you want to cum.” He mumbled snaking one hand to lay flat on your lower stomach and played with your clit with his thumb to add the extra stimulation. “Don’t deny yourself. I know you wanted this for months. Just cum for me, I need to hear those pretty noises again.”
The soft command of his voice shouldn’t turn you on this much but it did. Your eyes rolled back as you tilted your head to the side. Your entire body shaked and you were chanting his name; the coil in your stomach snapped and another flood of wetness entered straight into his mouth. “Mhm, my good girl.” He mumbled, darting his tongue out watching the wetness drip down fat globs onto his tongue. He closed his mouth and whined from the taste.
“Do you think you can come inside a bottle for me so I can taste it whenever I want to?” He questioned with a head tilt.
“What. . .Leon!” You scolded, embarrassed looking down at him but he merely grinned and shrugged. “You’re a freak.”
“Yeah, but you didn’t deny me.”
“No, Leon.”
His lips quirk into a genuine frown. “Why not? Is it so wrong to want to taste my girl’s cum on the go?” He questioned tapping your sensitive pussy with his hand.
“It is, Leon.” You replied, trying to hide a smile threatening to form. “Maybe another time.” You agreed and if he was a dog, his ears would have perked up at that. Your hips twitched away from his and he got the memo. He needed to give you a moment to recover.
Leon pressed a final kiss to your pussy then gently pulled your leg off his shoulder back onto the ground. Not before pulling off your panties and pocketing them for later. He almost snorted seeing sneakers instead of heels that he barely noticed until now, typical since you broke your last heels on the last date. He made a note to get you new ones.
He groaned from his knees aching being on the ground for a while and stumbled against you. His chest hit your face and the mere contact made his cock twitch. He was so focused on you that he forgot about his straining erection he had the entire time. His hand planted on the side of your head and looked down at you.
His heart fluttered in his chest. Your hair stuck to your skin, your eyes were glossed over with tears he just noticed brimming in the corner, and your lips parted trying to catch your breath from cumming twice.
Instinctively his hips pushed forward and grinded his jeans against your stomach. His eyes rolled back from the friction of fabric rubbing on his weeping slit that he whined. “I did good, right?” He questioned, desperately and pathetically, “I deserve a reward for making you cum twice? Please give me a reward for making you feel so good.”
Something about Leon being pathetic and whiny undid you. Overstimulation still lingered, though he proved himself that he can please you. He did deserve a reward for being a good boy. “Fine but we’ve been in here long enough to arouse suspicions.”
“Oh, our friends definitely know we’re fucking.” Leon agreed, bringing his hands around the plush of your thighs and hauled you up quickly. Your eyes widened from his strength, you knew he had been working out more but the display of strength and how he picked you up without restraint made your pussy clench in anticipation and your legs wrapped around his waist. “And I h0pe that the asshole outside knows it too.”
Leon carried you to the edge of the sink and sat you on the edge. He didn’t waste time to unbuckle his belt and unzipped his pants. He pulled his jeans and boxers low enough below the curve of his ass for his cock to spring out. The weeping pinkish tip throbbed from the cold air and he softly hissed from the sensitivity. “I promise I’ll last longer than last time.”
“I hope because,” your hand reached out and wrapped around the cockhead swirling your thumb down to coat his flesh with his pre-cum, “I really want to feel you inside me. You already took care of me, now it’s time to reap your reward.”
Leon’s hand reached out to the edge of the sink to hold himself together before he fell apart. He couldn’t allow disappointment to happen again. He needed everyone to make sure his woman didn’t need another man to fuck her properly. His dick would be the only one that would make her feel good.
“I intend to.” Leon growled out, his other hand shot out to grab your hand away from his cock and forced your legs to spread further on the sink to accommodate his frame. He rested the underside of his dick against your sopping folds and dragged between them to lubricate his flesh further. His eyes fluttered from the sight allowing himself a few more seconds of this before capturing his cock at the entrance. “Are you sure I did good? You didn’t fake it this time?”
“I’m sure, Leon.”
“Good because I need another orgasm out of you.” Leon didn't give you a chance to respond as he pushed past the first ring of muscles. His forehead fell against yours and whined from how wet and tight you were around his cock. He almost wanted to slam into you until reality crashed on him. “Fuck, I didn’t bring a condom. I left them at home.”
“I’m not ovulating so I can take the morning after pill.” You replied.
His eyes darkened at that. He was so careful the first time wearing a condom making sure he wouldn’t get you pregnant. He wanted to properly take care of you by becoming a police officer, getting you a ring and buying you a house before children. “Oh, thank god. I didn’t think I could pull out.”
His hips pressed harder against yours until he was completely flushed against you. He was inside fully. This felt better without the condom latex and your pussy seemed to agree with how easily it swallowed him hole without restraint.
He can fully feel the wetness seeping down his cock. The clenching of your sopping folds around him that he took a moment to admire the stretch of your lips accommodating him. “I don’t think I can go back to fucking you with protection.” He admitted slowly dragging his hips back watching the pearlescent streaks of wetness clinging onto his skin in lewd strings before snapping. “This is the best reward I ever gotten.”
Because Leon was still overly eager. His hips slammed back into yours and he watched your breast bounce almost out of your dress; the elicit loud moan that came out of you almost made him want to cum there. He promise he would last longer so he gritted his teeth and really started to show you the techniques he learned studying those female anatomy books.
He took in Jake’s advice and began touching you. His hands were first on your bouncing breast thumbing your nipples beneath the dress to stimulate you once again. Last time, he barely touched you. Now, he couldn’t keep his hands off of you.
You almost couldn’t tell who was louder. Leon, you or the sounds of squelching where flesh met each other from your pussy. If the bartender found out you guys were fucking in there, you would be banned. You sure that wouldn’t be the first time that had happened in a bar though. It was worth the risk. Getting fucked properly this time, the aunties were definitely right this time.
He is married material.
He completely checked off all the requirements in your head for a future husband. The first time was a bump in the road. He proved himself that he can do better. And, he did. Each drag of his cock in you, his whiny pathetic praises he was giving you while one hand found its way down to your clit once again.
Leon never wanted to be embarrassed again.
His forehead pressed against yours and watched you with intense devotion. He was studying you now. He was learning what felt good if he thrust his hips a certain way. That thrust didn’t elicit the moan he wanted or the pinch of brows he was used to seeing. “I want to learn everything about your body, baby so does it feel good when I do this,” he thrust another way pressing at a certain spot that made your whine and tighten your legs around his waist, “fuck, yeah it does. I felt you clench around me tighter.”
Leon became a mad man finding the spot that was declared the g-spot for women. His hand left your breast and gripped the fat of your thigh instead while his other hand kept stimulating the throbbing nub. “Now that I know what makes you feel good,” he began pulling you against him harder and faster, “I want to see you cum on my cock properly this time.”
A particularly loud moan escaped your lips and Leon captured his lips against yours to muffle continuous noises happening between the two of you. He didn’t want you to get in trouble though he was sure once you both left, you won’t be allowed back at this bar.
His thrust were becoming sloppy now. The orgasm that was building inside of him was threatening to explode. Heavy pants pressed against your lips and his thumb continued their ministrations needing you to come with him. The obscene slick slick slick formed a creamy white base on his cock and he knew you were going to come once again for him.
“Come on, I know you can give me another one.” Leon mumbled between kisses and brought his lips to the corner of your eyes from the tears forming there. “You’ve done so good for me before. Your pussy is begging for another orgasm, just give her what she wants. Give me the reward I want.”
“Fuck, fuck,” You cried out furrowing your brows tighter together as your legs were shaking around his waist unsure if you needed him to stop or keep going from the tightening sensation in your stomach, “Leon, Leon,” you chanted and then another white hot flash seized through you entirely spasming and cumming hard around his cock. I can’t get enough of her pussy, he thought.
Leon groaned, feeling the creamy pearlescent wetness coat his cock. “There’s my girl, fuck, thank you, thank you.” He rambled thrusting a few more times. His cock throbbed while his hips spasmed and white ropes of seed flooded you entirely that he watched the cum seep out of the corners of your plugged hole. “So pretty.” He mumbled, rolling his hips a few more times and slumped against you.
It was quiet for a few moments. You never had intense orgasms like this in your life and somehow Leon being inexperienced was able to pull them out of you just from studying about it. His lips gently pressed against your cheek and he mumbled, “was that better than last time.”
“A million times better.” You chuckled, turning your head to kiss his cheek back. “And to think I was going to break up with you.”
Leon lifted his head at lightspeed and frowned at you. “You were going to break up with me because I was bad? Jeez, I know I was bad but not that bad.” He grumbled. “At least you have no reason to, and if you try to find another reason then I’ll just prove to you why you shouldn’t again.”
You laugh breathlessly at that. At least he wasn’t mad at the truth. No, Leon is a good man and boyfriend - there is no reason to break up with him. You were going to reassure him you wouldn’t dream of breaking up with him until a pounding sound of the door echoed in the bar bathroom. Both of you froze and stayed quiet.
“Yo, Leon,” Jake called out from the otherside, “you better get out of there! The bartender is going to come and kick you guys out.”
“Shit.” Leon muttered. “Thanks!” He called out and pulled out with reluctance. He hissed from his dick limping and the missed warmth of being inside of you. He watched for a moment transfixed by the way your pussy fluttered around nothing while cum seeped out.
He wanted to take a moment to push his cum back inside of you. But time wasn’t his friend, he helped you first by pulling down your dress and patted your hair and put himself away, buckling his belt again. “We better go before we get the cops called on us for public indecency.”
“We can’t have that on your record.” You teased patting his hair down, he fluttered at that. He offered to go first, but once he unlocked the door the owner of the bar was there instead of the bartender.
And both of you got a scolding of a lifetime. At least the cops weren’t called on you two.
Months later, Leon graduated from the police academy. He had chosen Raccoon City as his destination to be transferred there. You had gone a week ago to slowly move stuff into the new apartment but he had an odd call to stay away.
You had a bad feeling about this. You argued with Leon the entire day that he shouldn’t go. They obviously told him to stay away for a reason but his sense of justice overrides any logic he had.
“I don’t want to argue anymore. I’ll be back, I promise.” Leon said, pressing a kiss against your forehead. “I will just go up to see what’s going on and then I will come back for you.”
And you had to watch your boyfriend go without you because Mrs. Johnson was too weak to take care of herself still. Something bad was about to happen and yet all you can do is watch Leon drive off in his jeep; away from you.
