SAY YOU'LL REMEMBER ME : re9!leon x collegestudent!reader
CHAPTER 1: reminders
CHAPTER 2: cold reminders of warmth (coming soon...)
SYNOPSIS: You were a college student who just so happened to be caught in the middle of a viral outbreak on campus... thankfully, a seasoned agent, Leon Kennedy, was tasked to locate any survivors in a library tower where you hid. What happens when the traumatic event leaves you wondering how you can ever recover from it, and Leon can't help but see the reflection of himself from Raccoon City. That night... two souls were more connected than ever... what better way to cope with past traumas than to bask in the warmth and comfort of each other's touch?... but it's only for that night...right?
CONTENT: smut/angst
SONG TO LISTEN TO: Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift
捨不得 | RELUCTANT: exboyfriend!leon x married!reader
CHAPTER 1: 最好的安排 | best arrangements (coming soon...)
SYNOPSIS: “你還愛我嗎?” Those words don’t register with Leon, not when his mind is still plagued with the memories of the two of you together under the street lights, running along the pier, not caring that it was way past your curfew. It couldn’t register when he stands across from you, 15 years later, when you wear the ring that marked and chained you to a man who didn’t even love you. What was he even supposed to say? Even if he didn’t understand your words, your eyes alone told him everything he needed to hear, but there was a line he knew he shouldn’t cross. The issue is that he just can’t seem to find where the line began.
CONTENT: heavy angst/smut
SONG TO LISTEN TO: 在加纳共和国离婚 by Firdhaus, DIOR大颖
synopsis: you sent a nude picture to leon while he was at work, and well, he’s letting you know that you were misbehaving badly.
tags: re9!leon (or di!leon) x fem!reader: ddlg established relationship, leon is a father figure, age gap (at least twenty years, but reader is over 21) fauxcest, spanking (pussy and ass spanking), condescending jargon, mentions of vibrators, daddy kink (used: daddy, dad, papa and dada), petnames: sweetheart, dollface, girl, little/young lady
author's note: i finally gave into ddlg and fauxcest with leon bc hes literally dada. i don’t condone this type of dynamic with any man in real life unless they’re jensen ackles, or wilson bethel tbh. i personally feel comfortable writing this with leon bc i can control the narrative. but in real life, a big no-no, i know u guys r smart enough to know this. read at ur own discretion. we know dada <3
wc: 2.6k
Piled high on the mahogany table were the reports and assignments left unfinished thanks to the bureaucratic chaos by the name of the highly respected Kennedy, ironically enough, the head of the division department, had brought upon himself. Because if we were to consider his work ethic, your Daddy was normally as sharp as a tack, always precise and swift in executing his tasks (and missions) within governmental standards – could potentially even earn him the approval to be running this country his damn self should he ever wish to represent the eagle, soldiers and superb men alike pledged their loyalty to.
But today, a string of high-stakes phone calls atop the plethora of papers seemed to have left their mark on the American golden boy (or rather, rugged old man with legendary status), and thus, his productivity slowed down to a cipher.
It didn’t quite help that his own phone had buzzed with a notification that Leon should have refrained from checking upon in the first place. Because all it took was one look, and the agent, who was known by his protegees as competently indifferent, wasn’t able to think straight anymore, therefore, had explained himself of having to leave work early due to an emergency and rushed out of the building.
Right.
Not much of a surprise when it came to –
Said to be a present, clearly, as he read the message, added with a picture of your body, scantily clad, in the lewdest position possible, only for his eyes to see, of course. Indeed, the man who was as anonymous as one could be, had a very weak spot for a beautiful, little missus in his life.
A-hem, you.
To then say that he wasn’t willing to speak upon of what had prompted him to ditch work ahead of schedule would be an understatement. Everything you did was solely reserved for Leon the professional, and he wanted to keep it that way – under lock and key (in conclusion: secretive). He also wouldn’t be willing to admit (to you either) that he loved your risqué side (proven by the exempt as just shown), more accurately, your overly provocative one, especially when the entire relationship was established on said premise: that he was the one in control, and therefore, intent to be the one to draw the impermeable lines (boundaries) in scorching hot sand, which you had to respect and abide by in return.
Leon had, admittedly, been in denial for a very, very long time.
At the beginning, he had stated time and time again he wasn’t into such things (his browsing history said otherwise, though, but let’s digress), shooed you away and shook his head as if he’d been disappointed by you (translating into: he pushed you away because you had kept boking the bear). Silly you.
But late at night, that’s exactly when he couldn’t help but think about it.
The very first time you had called him Daddy, it was more of an awkward situation to be quite frank – he laughed awkwardly, cocking an eyebrow (didn’t hate it at all, side note) – though it was only natural to you, because Leon was the very embodiment of a fatherly figure, no?
He loved explaining things to you, especially when it came to his job, his guns or his motorcycle (which, obviously, was incredibly attractive and only amplified your feelings towards him). He liked showing you around, driving you around (which became common courtesy as you had admitted once that he looked sexy in his Porsche. Coincidence?). Would often times go to the grocery shop with you just so he could buy you whatever you wanted. He’d let you hold him by his two fingers, thick in girth, whenever you two decided to go for a walk at the park. He’d stroke your hair in bed, and at last, would always make sure you were safe and sound (for example: text you hourly whenever you were at a party or outside enjoying yourself with your friends, reminding he’s home alone waiting for you. Poor Leon, not even his favorite movies could keep him company anymore).
Without a doubt, to fall for Leon was no difficult feat to do. It was very easy, in fact, given that this man was a man, who gently nurtured and guided you through life and luckily, not at the expanse of your own intelligence, for example, to be downright insulted as so often was the case with men, unfortunately.
If we were to look behind the scenes though, Leon constantly debated himself over a predicament of his own making, that he was falling for a woman half his age. He couldn’t exactly pinpoint why it felt so wrong. Most definitely assured, the two decades of disparity drove a huge nudge. You were settling down in life, meanwhile Leon already had roughly thirty years of experience under his leather belt. Tough on the mental, for him, to say the least (asking himself daily what his colleagues would think of him were they ever to find out about it).
The need to be close to you was stronger, however, and it eventually won him over, so much so, that he ended up needing you as much as the very air to live and breathe, couldn’t believe you were this kind and stunning, also greatly emphasized: able to empathize with his struggle he was more than ashamed of (his alcohol addiction). How heartbreaking, for what it’s worth, Leon could have ended up way worse for what had to endure in his life. And you had told him that, more so, of how proud you were of him. Sadly, he wanted to keep you at distance to spare you. He didn’t want to hurt you, and purposefully ignored you for about three months.
After much consideration, he told himself screw it, allowing himself to let this all be, no matter what his brain had conspired against him to believe about you – or this relationship. And why wouldn’t he?
He was incredibly thankful you hadn’t given up on him. Having nearly missed out on a little angel like you was a near-miss of a nightmare vivid enough to leave him tossing and turning, wallowing in the sweat of his own self-sabotage. “Cuteness be damned, you do have a head on your shoulders, young lady”, he muttered under his breath with a sincere smile on his face the day he decided not to fight his very own whim to be with you.
With that being said, it was of no surprise that he let himself fall, truly fall, as in: curtains strung wide open for you to see Leon in all of his glory, for who he was, stripped bare and all. He was scared, free from pretense, wasn’t sure whether he was ready to receive love now, considering all he’d known was to care for other people. Nevertheless, he welcomed you to his world and his heart with open arms and hadn’t let go since.
Now, back to the picture.
So, what was the result?
Well, as indicated heretofore, your Daddy had a few consequences lined up for you in case you wanted to misbehave. Though he was very loving, he did discipline you. You knew very early on that certain things were strictly forbidden without Daddy’s permission, including saying the word “Daddy” out loud in public.
Well, little miss provocateur – you – had other things in mind.
Once, he took you out shopping, on the pretext of: needing new clothes himself, but secretly bought them to impress you, wanting to look dapper (yes, dapper, he said so himself). So, when your man – a replica akin to pure perfection – stepped out of the dressing room to show his black slacks (he was more than ready to buy), you complimented him with dreamy eyes, quote, “You look so handsome, Dad.”
Not Daddy. But Dad.
And that’s when things took a turn for the worse for Leon.
Objectively speaking, you had not overplayed your hand here. In all fairness, though, this was just another version of the original, if not the original itself (the paternal one), which, in all candor, wreaked havoc within him, spiraling his guilt out of control to such depths he wanted to resent you for it. You fed into his domineering manhood too much, pushing the envelope until his own mind started to drift off to places he desperately wished he could just forget.
He was, truthfully, at a loss for words here.
He couldn’t believe – well, that he liked –
Clearing his throat, Leon excused himself in front of the shop assistant, his cheeks burning brightly red he looked sunburnt at this point. The emotional concoction of – what was it? –embarrassment, anger and a heavily laden, forbidden lust that turned Leon’s mind into a wasteland with its last standing resident – him – giving in to the madness of his own prurient desires. At that moment, all he knew was this: he needed to escape the shopping mall as soon as possible.
To hell with changing, the price tag issued that sorting out this never-wracking fiasco was way more urgent. You bid your own endgame when you started giggling as he frantically dragged you out, back into his car – not the front, but the backseat (sealing your destiny) – where you were forced onto his lap, telling you to zip it and to listen to him carefully. Each leg of yours rested comfortably over his as you were spread wide open, your slick center turning all puffy and swollen as he imprinted his palm onto your mound, slapping you stupid, his questions leading an entire investigation, forcing you to explain yourself to him.
And that you did. For about an hour.
And this time, it wasn’t your center that had to deal with the result of your tomfoolery that knocked Leon out of his reasoning. No, it was your bare ass, panties dragged to your knees, as you were draped across his thighs like a blanket, a spanking following right up to meet you to remind you who was in charge here.
“Count it, girl,” he rasped, breathing raggedly as he soothed your skin that had been marked already upon the impact of his with veins riddled hand. “C’mon, be good for Daddy and let me hear it.”
“Ten,” you sniffled, regret creeping in until you were completely submerged. Leon had the stereotypical strength of every elderly man who’d spent decades doing manual labor, a very dense, functional strength, though you wouldn’t perceive at first glance (his statue did however support the presupposition). But you certainly felt it now, entirely at your Daddy’s mercy, forced to play the cards you’d been dealt – your fault, shoulders shrugged, mind you.
“Aw, poor baby,” he cooed condescendingly, rubbing your butt and smirking to himself. “Is my little girl crying, yes?”
“Yes,” you whined, wiggling your butt to flee from his grip but it transgressed into him growling out of pure frustration, his hand hitting you so hard you yelped, “I’m sorry, Dad!”
“Zip it,” he warned, bending over to get closer to your face, utilizing his other hand to grip your chin with no chance left to move anymore. “You know you’re not sorry. You were bad today, weren’t you?”
“No, Daddy,” you mewed, your lips jutting out into a pout. “I wasn’t. I only wanted to show you how much I missed you.”
“Yeah? And that involves sending naughty pictures to Daddy while he’s at work speaking to the fucking President of the United States, huh?” he seethed, his breath fanning over your cheek. “You never fucking learn, do ya?”
“I didn’t know!”
“Cut it out,” he countered angrily, another brutal smack landing on your perky buttocks. “Count it. C’mon.”
“Dada –“
“I said,” he groaned through his teeth, cutting you off, clean slices. “Fucking count it.”
Quite the curveball, but you couldn’t. The man in leather jackets, nursing his expensive whiskey, was done here, he was not having it with you anymore. Worse still, he absolutely loved seeing you like this. To be looked upon as a monumental person in your life was too satisfactory of a victory he had no intention of giving it up, ever. You were his baby, no questions asked, it was embedded into the ground like a cornerstone, and like a good father should, lay his girls foundation of the world by showing her what was right and what was wrong. Even if it meant it had to hurt a little.
“Aw, is it getting hard to speak?” he purred, kissing you featherily. “Let’s do simple math then, little lady. I know you’re smart. What’s one plus ten?”
“Eleven,” you quipped to his wit.
“There you go,” he chuckled warmly with half-lidded, lustful eyes. Then added all high and mighty: “See? You do listen when you want to. When there’s a will, there’s a way, sweetheart.”
“No more, Dada,” you pleaded, ignoring his fatherly non-sense, biting your bottom lip and looking him in the eye. “No more spanking.”
“Aw, it’s too much for you already?” Squeezing the plumpness of your ass, he grazed his lips over your skin, his stubble slightly tickling you. “But you’re gonna take it, no? You said you wanted to be good for me.”
“I am good, Papa! I am!”
“Well, guess what’s for dinner tonight, sweetheart?” he asked, a tone so cocky it almost played a wagging finger at you. And he didn’t let you guess either. “A big old slice of be-have-your self, and Daddy’s gonna make sure you leave the plate empty. Understood?”
“Your joke wasn’t funny, Daddy.”
“Oh, I know it wasn’t funny to you, sweetheart,” he snickered, very much amused at the wordplay at hand. “Especially not for what I have planned.”
“Wait,” you quivered panicky, but definitely understandable, considering Leon was able to play extremely dirty. “What?”
“Do you remember Henry?”
No two ways about it. You did.
Hook, line and sinker.
Thus, your throat went as dry as a well out of water. You gulped – well, tried to. It hurt, and while you could explain it, admitting what your Daddy was referring to was definitely too much of a shameful gamble. Before you met him, you had – let’s say – certain ways of satisfying your needs. These, a-hem, tools could vibrate, came in cute colors like pink or purple, and were available in different sizes. Well, Leon here, had found one while snooping around in your bedroom once. In lack of better words: it was an invasion of privacy, but not like he cared. He was looking out for you. Like a father should. Right. He was appalled at first, and, comically enough, had his ego bruised that you still kept one in your nightstand.
Until a bright idea flickered in his mind, that he could use it on you – to make you squirm, to make you moan, to make you cry, all while you were confined to the bed, unable to flee from the calamity. He made sure, no, Leon put you to a test of how well of a student you could be. Whatever you tried would be used as a weapon, turned against you, to tranquilize your maverick energy for his own benefit.
“Yes,” you whispered. “I do.”
“Well, our friend should come over tonight. Don’t you think?”
“No! No, please, no,” you begged, trying to kiss him now, but to no avail. He withdrew from your face.
“You don’t like Henry?” he asked innocently, pretending he was a real living and breathing human being. “Young lady, that’s not nice.”
“I don’t like Henry,” you whined. “I like you. I want you, Daddy.”
“’S that so, yeah?” Shifting his gaze back to your ass, he chuckled, “Well, I already called Henry. He’s coming over. No if and buts, dollface.”
“But –“
“I said, no if and buts. Hear me?”
Seemed like you were in for one heck of a situation tonight.
Content: smut, p in v, fingering, squirting, alcohol consumption, hookup culture lol
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There is nothing better than being fucked completely senseless.
Arguably the best remedy for a chronically overactive mind.
After five straight days of managing passive-aggressive emails and smiling through situations that tested the absolute limits of human sanity, you decided the only cure for this impending mental breakdown was a stiff drink and zero inhibitions on this lovely weekend.
Two shots of whatever was closest, and the company of a man who looked just as desperately in need of a distraction as you, if not more so.
Beautiful was what you initially pegged him as, eyes sweeping along the striking lines of an exhausted face and the stubborn swoop of hair spilling carelessly over his brow. Then you decided he was just prematurely aged. The silver threads catching at his temples and the aggressive shadow of a stubble made him look worn down by a decade of exceptionally bad sleep and even worse stress.
He looked like a man who could fuck good. Looked like he approached sex the exact same way he approached the rest of his miserable life, with unrelenting stamina and a terrifyingly methodical focus designed to dismantle whatever stood before him.
He also looked like an easy target, staring into the amber depths of his glass with a level of sad depression that practically radiated off his shoulders. All it took was you stepping directly into his line of sight, ordering another shot with a dramatic sigh, and offering him a painfully cynical comment about the state of the world (while deliberately showing off your cleavage).
The guarded set of his jaw twitched into the faintest ghost of a smirk.
You offered your name, he offered his (Leon—was it short for Leonard? Leonel?), and he leaned in when you laughed at his terrible attempt at a joke. A genuine chortled laugh because you hadn't expected a dad joke from a man who looked as brooding as he did.
You licked your lips, he followed your tongue.
Hook, line, sinker.
Which explains how you now find yourself trapped in a mating press on a mattress that probably costs more per night than your rent. A dingy, cheap motel would have been your practical choice, but you had noted the expensive gleam of the watch on his wrist within five minutes of sitting next to him. Freaking Hamilton that looked distinctly like a limited edition, judging by the brushed steel and intricate dial.
Frankly, you shouldn't be surprised he carried that much net worth. He’s handsome, weathered beautifully into his age (Late forties? Early fifties?), and clearly paid an exorbitant amount of money to survive whatever horrors are actively ruining his mental health.
What does surprise you is how you’ve underestimated the scope of his physical abilities.
Over the past blurry hour, this complete stranger has effortlessly folded you into positions that defy your understanding of your own flexibility. Knees pressed so securely beside your own ears you start to believe the fee you pay for your weekly reformer pilates class might be a scam.
Apparently what you needed to achieve this level of advanced mobility was the unrelenting dead weight of a very, very capable man. So fucking capable that you’ve genuinely lost count of how many times he’s wrung you out on these expensive sheets.
Four orgasms? Maybe five? Whatever the number is, another one is dangerously crawling up the base of your spine.
Your sanity might be beyond saving at this point. You’re sweating profusely, and the backs of your thighs are screaming in dull protest from being pinned back for god knows how long. Leon pulls out and snaps his hips again with a jarring impact that seems to grow more ruthlessly aggressive with every single grind.
He does it again and again and again until you’re basically screaming from the unavoidable crash of yet another orgasm, toes curling frantically in the suspended air while your nails bite into the heavy muscle of his arms.
This man is something else, obviously nothing akin to the standard parade of disappointing men who talked big but possessed absolutely zero game. They were a flimsy attempt to scratch the very surface of your boredom. Leon, by comparison, is clawing straight down to the bone.
There’s a slowness in his thrusts now, and you blink to find an actual smile breaking through the sweat and exhaustion on his face. The warm puff of a chuckle against your cheek tells you he isn't simply amused. He’s actually entertained.
You huff, making a valiant but entirely useless attempt to mock him, "Stop laughing."
The sweat beading along his heavy brow does absolutely nothing to detract from how devastatingly smug he looks right now. “You’re shaking so much. It’s cute.”
So much for playing the femme fatale act at the bar. He swipes a thumb across your blotchy cheek, courtesy of his rough afternoon shadow.
“You okay?”
You sigh out a harsh breath, blowing a damp strand of hair out of your eyes. “Have you," you manage to wheeze, "even cum yet?”
He shakes his head, blue eyes glinting with unapologetic amusement.
"Are you ever going to?"
His low laughter rumbles warmly in your ears. “Why, you want me to stop already?" he presses a kiss against your jaw. "Thought you were having a good time."
“I’m having a great time.”
“Then what’s with the rush?”
“Maybe we should take a break,” you whine, gasping sharply when the weight of his pelvis rocks aggressively against your lower belly. “I-I need to pee.”
He seems unfazed. Moves like you didn't utter a word to begin with. Instead, what he does is press you even further into the mattress. “Is that right?”
“Fuck—Leon—” You arch your back as he maliciously tilts his hips. “You’re not helping.”
“I actually am,” he argues.
“What—”
“Let's test a theory," he drawls, hot breath ghosting over your pulse. "Do you really think you just need to pee, or are you about to squirt?”
You go completely still for a moment. Considering your track record of thoroughly uninspired hookups and non-lasting relationships, there is absolutely no palpable evidence to suggest you are capable of doing what he’s asking.
“I’m pretty sure I need to pee,” you reason quietly. “I’m not a squirter.”
He pulls back enough to meet your eyes. “You’re telling me you’ve never done that before?”
“I have no prior experience to suggest it's even an option.”
He looks genuinely offended by your answer. “Do you want to try?”
Your head falls back to fully take him in. He really is pretty. Never mind the faint, tired wrinkles bracketing his pale blue eyes, or the harsh features of a man who has clearly seen too much and slept too little. He’s simply too devastatingly gorgeous for his own good.
Even with the fragments of scars you’ve spent the last hour subconsciously counting on his neck, his shoulder, his chest. Scars that make you wonder what kind of terrifying life he leads when he isn't in a hotel room with a stranger, fucking their brains out.
And you’re very much aware you’re one of the few he’s taken to bed.
But is he always this attentive? This generous?
Does he fuck everyone else this hard yet still find the gentle grace to cradle their face and brush the hair out of their eyes?
You instantly hate how territorial you sound. It's wildly hypocritical for someone who values the cheap thrill of a purely physical transaction just as much as he clearly does. He’s just a good lover, you decide. And if tonight is the only night you get to have this man all to yourself, then so be it.
If he thinks he can make you squirt, then who are you to deny?
“You really think I’m about to squirt?”
“There’s only one way to find out.”
You frown. “What if it’s just pee?”
He kisses the wrinkled line between your brows. “Make a mess then, I don’t mind.”
Yeah, you’re going to let him absolutely ruin you tonight.
“Then make me squirt, Leon.”
He dips his head, breathing the hot air of his lungs directly into your open mouth. “Yes, ma’am.”
Your pussy tightens reflexively at that, which he obviously catches. He catches on to every desperate tell your body gives him, actually. Probably the sole reason why you've already come an embarrassing number of times.
Not enough, apparently, because he’s already moving his hips in rapid rhythms—not too fast or too slow, but enough to have your eyes sliding shut, focusing on the stretch of his cock driving deep in and out of your cunt.
“Fucking beautiful,” he hums, binding your wrists together above your head. “Just lying there looking all pretty."
“H-harder,” you whine, weakly pushing your hips up to meet him.
“Yeah?” He squeezes your wrists together, leaning even more of his massive frame over you. “You like it when I go hard on you?”
Like it? You thrive on it, nodding frantically as your trembling thighs try to lock around his waist. Try is definitely the word when he’s practically flattened you beneath his crushing weight, effortlessly trapping your body. You can feel your limbs turn gooey and powerless, your stomach contrastingly hard.
“I know, baby, I know,” he rasps, ramming his hips harshly against yours. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Ngh—h—”
“That’s it, give it to me. Make a mess on me.”
The panic hits you first, quickly swallowed by an absolute wave of pure heat. Starts as a buzzing ache in your core before violently spiking into an unbearable sensation. Your belly burns, coils, rattles—and you blink your eyes open, brimming with tears. “Leon—”
He instantly reads the panicked clench of your muscles.
“Don't fight it.”
“I’m not—”
“You are.”
Your groan is feral. “I can’t—”
“Come on, baby, you’ve got to trust me,” he croons softly. “Do you trust me?”
Surprisingly, you do, even if your only judgment on this man comes from the three hours that have passed since you sat down next to him at the bar. “Yes.”
“Good. Then let it happen.”
Your breath stutters. Your body jerks.
“Breathe through your nose.”
He plunges in with a particularly harsh thrust and you gasp. Your eyes roll to the back of your head. “Oh, fuck—”
“That’s it.” He closes the last inch of space between you. Foreheads touching. “Let it go.”
You try to follow his words and suck in a sharp breath. Lungs expanding, ribs flaring, and the rush of oxygen pouring into your blood sharpens every sensation to something blinding.
It’s like a switch. One moment your muscles are tensed, then a passage of whines pitches upward as your orgasm barrels through you without warning. Strong and gut-wrenching. Body hot in bliss and shame—only for two seconds. Quick as it hits, he abruptly pulls out, instantly replacing his cock with two calloused fingers.
Your mouth gapes in a silent scream. Even more so when his offhand curls around your neck. Fingers pressing against the sides of your throat, palm flat against your windpipe, but exercising barely any pressure all the while his fingers fucks your swollen, dripping cunt.
You’ve seen yourself getting wet, you’ve felt yourself getting drenched, but you’ve never experienced anything as wild as this.
Speckles of liquid spatter across the sheets the more he drags his hand in an up-and-down motion, its squelching sound rising above the fight of your labored breathing.
He pushes his palm against your clit.
“Oh fuck! fuckfuckfuck—”
A sudden rush spills over him. Soaks the sheets beneath you in dark patches and streams down the inside of his wrist, seeping hot onto his thighs. He continues to pump his fingers while you lie there—crying openly, violently shuddering. It goes on for what feels like forever until he smoothes out his pressure around your throat, kissing the drool glistening on your lips with a disbelief chuckle.
“Should’ve met you sooner,” he laughs into your mouth, easily slipping his cock back in.
Maybe it’s the bliss completely corrupting your nervous system, or perhaps it’s the overwhelming stretch of his thick cock driving back into your overstimulated cunt. Whatever it is, you completely lose your grip on the casual nature of a one night stand, eager words spilling past your wet lips before you can even screen them.
“Can we meet again?” You pant. “Like—after tonight?”
You’re somewhere right on the edge of a pathetic whimper and a helpless laugh, entirely too pleasured to think straight, dangerously too giddy at the possibility of actually getting to know him. To uncover those scars in daylight, to figure out what kind of hell he had to survive to inherit those devastatingly sad yet kind eyes.
To learn his last name. To unearth his middle.
You gasp when he effortlessly flips you over, twisting his fingers in your hair and pulling it back.
Yeah, you’re going to let him absolutely ruin you tonight—and all the days that follow.
Leon S. Kennedy having a younger girlfriend was probably super unexpected. You graduated college, working as an ER nurse then a four hour closing shift at the bar bellow your apartment. It closed at around 9pm on weekdays. He was a usual at your bar, ordered the same thing, with the same side of appetizers, no food. It all started there.
+ crack fic if you squint
+ controversial age gap (obviously)
Not proof read…
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The first time he really noticed your existence was when you placed his drink on the table before he could order it. He looked at your strangely, What? Like you were planning on getting something different? You teased, seating the glass on top of the coaster. Lemme know if you want anything else Kennedy. The way he grabbed your wrist startled you, he could tell the moment you looked down at his hand. He’s sure its happened before, unsolicited touch. Leon mentally cursed himself before muttering an apology, How do you know my name, kid? The question was more out of curiosity, not interrogation. I ask for your ID… all the time… He mentally slapped himself, nodding slowly. Paranoid much? You a secret agent or something? He knew you had been teasing him by the way the corner of your lip rose slightly. You threw the bar towel over your shoulder and reenacted scoping out a building, before blowing on the tips of your finger which were held together like a fake gun.
“You forgot my appetizer.”
“Nooo. I didn’t. They’re being cooked right…now…”
He watched you scurry to the kitchen.
You definitely forgot about his appetizer.
The second time he really noticed you, he walked down the street towards the bar. He’d been consistently showing up at the bar every single other day to blow off steam, not wanting to arrive to an empty apartment yet. You had been sitting on the concrete, leaned up against the wall with your knees pressed up to your chest. He could recognize the lack of sleep anywhere. You had yet to notice that the man stopped in his tracks to stare down at you. It didn’t help that you had earbuds and a half lit cigarette distracting you. He recognized the older generation of rock, something he used to listen to when he was your age.
That made him feel old.
He lightly kicked your ankle, knowing his tactical boots carried more weight than a normal shoe, finally getting your attention.
You glanced up at him, hand over your eyebrows to block away the sunset, one eye squinting and the other darted to his boot before traveling up to his eyes.
Her brows that once scrunched together, relaxed, no longer annoyed with the interruption as she saw a familiar face. She pulled her earbuds off with the string that attached them together, “Rough evening?” He asked.
A scoff, followed by smoke, came from her lips, “More like, rough week.” She informed.
“It’s Tuesday?”
“Exactly.”
There was a moment of silence before they both cracked a light laugh. Leon understood how she felt.
“Who’s making my drink if you’re out here?” He asked, watching her take a drag for her cigarette. She blew the smoke towards the wind, away from his face, “I don’t make you anything Agent Kennedy, I pour you your favorite liquor, there’s a difference.” You held out a hand for assistance, wiggling your manicured fingers before squeezing his forearm firmly once he reached back. “Lemme finish this cigarette and I’ll be in there-”
Leon pinched the end of the cigarette from the corner of your lip, his fingers lightly grazing them before he threw it in the trash. Your jaw dropped in disbelief, “H-Hey! What the hell!”
“Those things kill. Come on, I came for a drink anyway, not to stand around with my bartender while she smokes her life away.”
He ended up leaving you a twenty dollar bill as a tip, with THOSE THINGS KILL , written on his napkin.
The third time he really noticed you, it became evident that he showed up more for a conversation than a drink.
He showed up on a Friday night, which he immediately regrets once he steps inside. A horde of college students filled most of the room, already slurring and hollering. He made his way past, towards his usual spot in the back when he spotted you clearly annoyed with the man leaning over the bar counter, hovering in his usual seat.
The college student was making googoo eyes at you, clearly intoxicated. Shaking you head and stepping backwards as the guy tried to touch you over the counter, “Come on [Name], don’t be such a prude! You have your tits out on display for a reason, let me just cop a nice-”
Leon was about to quicken his pace when he saw him lunge towards you one more time, but what he didn’t expect was how you turned your body away from his grasp to come back and punch him with the full swing of your body.
You definitely broke his nose.
You yelled a name into the kitchen, alerting the men of the establishment that you were about to get groped by some weirdo, and that you wanted him out now.
Two giant men emerged from the kitchen, wearing all white, covered in beer batter and sauces, came behind her. One of them asked her if she was alright before reassuring her that they’d handle it. Leon watched the two men gather the guy and his group of friends.
“He messed with the wrong girl.” He said, taking place in his seat.
“You go that right.” You didn’t look at him, the cacophony in the room was drowning out the familiarity of his voice. “What can I get- Oh! Agent Kennedy, hey…”
When she finally looked at him, her features softened, down to the sound of her voice. It was as if she naturally melted at his presence and energy. She noticed it a long time ago. Leon felt safe. A usual she looked forward to seeing.
Their conversation felt natural. Their silence never fell awkwardly. It made her heart sink to her stomach when she realized that she had caught feeling for a regular, who was about half her age. She disgustingly kept every note he wrote her.
She would find herself writing From Leon, when she used his top to buy a pack of cigarettes.
She was screwed. She wanted the building to cave in and SPLAT, she’d be gone.
She noticed she was staring at him for a moment too long and turned to face the bar. “Usual coming right up!” She made sure to keep her eyes down as she poured, the wall in front of her was a mirror. Just my fucking luck, she thought.
When she turned, for her peripherals, Leon’s eyes were looking further down. It was only a glance. If she would have turned a little later, she would have missed it entirely. “Were you staring at my ass?” She blurted out, unable to stop how baffled she sounded.
“Don’t flatter yourself.” He said flatly, leaning over the bar to take his drink from your hands and snapping something off your back pocket. He was inches away from her face now. “You left the tag on.”
Leon was definitely staring at her ass.
The fourth time he really noticed you was after he had disappeared for two weeks. He came looking for you. It was already 10pm, he was praying to god to were still closing.
He turned the knob, half way, then all the way through. The bell over the door chimed, “We’re closed!” He heard you yell from the back, slowly beginning to make your way out. “Even for your favorite usual?”
He heard you chuckle from the hall, “Specifically for my favorite usual…” You froze in your tracks when you saw him. Leon was covered in head to toe with dried mud and what she could only guess was blood. “You mentioned to be a nurse, any way you can stitch me up?” She came to where he leaned up against the counter, immediately helping to supporting his own weight.
“You need to be in a hospital. Now.” Her voice was stern, almost tactical. “No hospitals.” Leon breathed, wincing in the process. He heard you curse under your breath, “Okay, fuck… Okay, stay awake, yeah? I don’t need you passing out of me, you’re heavy as fuck.” Leon lost the energy to respond, solely focusing on keeping himself awake and mobile until she could let him go.
“Can’t believe you’re actually a fucking agent…” He heard you mutter, “Who knew, bad dad jokes and cheesy one liners… Fuck you’re heavy...” He could hear you snapping your fingers at him. “Leon, hey! Come on old man, wakey wakey…” You groaned loudly, knowing it would disturb his subconscious. “You’re SO lucky you’re hot. I wouldn’t do this for any stupid regual… Fuck now I have to undress you… Fuck me. Fuck, fuck, fuck… Uhhhh.”
He felt a sharp sting on the left side of his cheek, bringing him back from whatever sleep he was slipping into. “Oh shit! That was so much harder than I intended!”
Leon blinked hard. Once, then again, before he turned to look at her. Guilt and worry filling her features, “I usually pay for dinner before I let a lady to slap me like that…” She let out a heavy groan, “There’s no way you’re a federal agent… What federal agent makes jokes like that.”
“This one does.”
“Clearly, now be quiet and strip-”
“Who do you think I am? Magic Mike?”
You’re pinching the bridge of your nose now. “Oh. My. God. Please, be quiet.”
“Y’know, I just think I’m lucky that you think I’m SO hot-”
“Leon. You’re concussed- and old! I think you’re beginning to go senile.”
“Am I what you call bee keeping age?”
“…You’re definitely concussed.”
The fifth time he really notices you, it was the morning after he barged into the bar while it was supposed to be closed.
He woke up on your couch, which was much more comfortable than the one in his place. It was lived in, sunken into the right places but still firm enough that it didn’t leave a crook in your neck. First, he smelt the coffee. Then he heard the music, it was the same as before, when he found her outside. Propping himself up with his elbows- he groaned, a fierce sting creeping on his side. Taking a minute to steady himself, Leon tried opening his eyes, immediately regretting so when the light hit his blue eyes. It was exactly bright in your home somehow.
“Shit, sorry I’ll close some curtains. I didn’t think you’d wake up so soon.”
Your voice almost startled him. For a moment, he forgot he was in your home. He came crawling to you after a mission. Coming home to his empty apartment would have sent him over the edge. He needed the companionship you’ve nursed over the last few months.
“All done. You can try and open your eyes now.”
She sounds so gentle, he thought, letting his eyes flutter open on their own. “There he is…” you cooed, clearly teasing him. “How you doing old man?”
“Feeling like a million bucks.”
She chuckled, “You look it…” You sat on the armrest above his head. Your fingers brushed the fallen hair out of his face to press them against his forehead. You let out a satisfied hum, “You broke your fever over night, good job.”
He felt your touch disappear for a moment before you began to brush his blonde locks, he looked up at you. “What was last night about, Leon…?”
“I don’t know-”
“Cut the shit, Leon…” You plead, your voice soft. “You come in for a drink, that you don’t even finish anymore…” Your slightly pulling on his hair now, distracting you from how choked up you’ve become, “You disappear for two weeks and then show up at night, covered in blood, looking like you’re seconds from giving out.” You patted away the tears that started to form, “I was so fucking scared. I’ve never been so scared to lose somebody like that before… What the fuck was I supposed to do if I lost my favorite regular…?” You choked up, allowing yourself to cry.
Leon propped himself up, adjusting himself as close to the arm rest to pull you into his lap. You naturally wrapped your arms around his neck, fingertips reaching for his hair. “I’m sorry I scared you sweetheart…” He pressed the palm of his hands on your back, rubbing up and down, trying to soothe you in some way. “I can’t promise I won’t disappear again… But I can promise that I’ll die trying to get back.”
I want to come back to you, he thought, but the words didn’t come.
You squeezed him tight before settling your forehead against his. “You fucking better, I’m not admitting my feelings for a man who’s pretty much half my age just so he can die in the field.”
“Now you’re just trying to make me feel bad...” He brushed some of your hair off to the side, “How do I make it up to you, my sweet girl?” His thumb stroke your teared stained cheek, “I’m at your beck and call.”
Note: I have so many ideas and no energy to put them out. Please send Leon request, I beg.
I also do a bunch of anime; Haikyuu, AOT, JJK, CSM, MHA
✎ synopsis: you need money quick, and what's a good way of getting quick money? a sugar daddy. you find a man but he treats you so good that maybe this may blossom into something other than a transactional relationship?
✎ notes: this is a longgggg one, i decided to try making a long one and writing this up at work every day for weeks was a struggle but i did it! if only sugar daddy leon was real :(
➤ WC: 10K
➤ CW: age gap, reader is in low 20's whilst leon is low 40's, talks about leon's alcohol struggles and practically his life, reader wears a dress, oral, fingering, dirty talk kinda??? not really, lots of kisses, maybe something more than a sugar daddy and sugar baby relationship, p in v, cumming on you, fluff at the end.
MINORS DNI!
Leon Scott Kennedy was a dirty man. That's how he saw himself. The masses of bioweapons he killed every mission tarnished his being. There was no escape for him. Nothing could save him from what he saw fit for his life. All he could ever be was tool for the government, someone who they could rely on each time to discard the tragedies of the world. They didn't care who they affected, as long as the government were safe that's all that mattered.
Leon knew that. He knew he wouldn't be able to leave. Leaving the job behind was a massive no. What if something happened? What if another incident like Raccoon City occurred?
He was bound to everything of horror. Gore, blood, death. He had seen it all, he had experienced it all. The killings of his superior, Jack Krauser alongside the dumpster of death that trailed beside Leon. It was his shadow. All he could do was bare with it. Nothing could save him, until you came around.
You needed money - just being able to live was costly and jobs were going left, right and centre. No matter what you did, you couldn't grab a job. It was out of your reach. You flooded every company with applications; they were bound to have known you by now. Despite that, an interview was never handed to you. Rent was coming up and what else could you do?
Find a sugar daddy? It was your only choice so... yeah. You were going to find a sugar daddy.
Doing some research and finding out that there were multiple sites to find one. Clicking on the top site, sugardaddykwiky.com, brought you to profiles of many men. Many older men. You weren't going to be picky, there was no time to pick and choose who you wanted.
Clicking on your profile, you start to upload pictures of yourself. No explicit ones, just ones of your face and a safe for work full body image of yourself. Furthermore, to try and attract more men you type a little description about you. This would entice for men right? Soon enough, your little question was answered. Yes. Men flooded your messages, nearly all of them sending the same message of 'Hey' with a pet name in front of it. Maybe you were going to be picky, they all weren't that attractive. Extremely plain and non-lovable.
Reminding yourself that this wasn't a dating site but a site of seeking money you required, your fingers continued to scroll until a request popped up at the top of the screen.
['LSKENNEDY' wants to chat!]
Leon was shitting himself. He didn't know why or how he was so nervous but it was linked to you. You looked so sweet and innocent, no explicit images nor anything sexual of the sort. It wasn't his type of thing to see tits shoved in his face or somebodies legs spread across the camera. You were different. It was as though you weren't just selling your body to get quick cash.
Scrolling down he read your interests. His eager eyes scanning through your description once then again, and again. Continuously reading before taking a glance at the few pictures he was granted to see of you. He drank in your face, such pretty features plastered on you made his heart flutter.
If you were to take him as your sugar daddy, he made a mental promise to himself that he would take you out on countless dates. Spoil you rotten until you couldn't take it anymore. All it came down to was luck.
Leon was lonely. He was a lonely man. The thought of you brought a sliver of solace into his body. Perhaps you could distract him from chaotic life he lived in. Leon craved love not lust. A deep groan left his lips as he knocked back another glass of whiskey. The malty liquid seeping into the lines of his lips, travelling down his throat. His phone was no longer bright, it was pitch black. A reminder of how his life was.
Before Raccoon City, Leon dreamt one day he would find a love that would course though his life. A deep affection that would last for many years. Decades even. The proposal of a family was always deep in Leon's mind when he was younger. Sure, it was stored away as he didn't find himself to be fit for family life at such a young age... But he knew he would want one some day.
That suggestion slowly dissipated when he gradually got older. He still kept some of his features, that being his dirty blonde hair or his baby blue eyes. But they were permanent. His youthful skin creased and aged overtime and a stern look was etched into face. Completely juxtaposing what he looked like 20 years ago. Yet, your face lingered in his mind as he downed another glass of whiskey.
His phone still remained off as he stared into the wall in front of him. To any normal person it would have been a blank chantry coloured wall. Leon saw it differently as depictions of you clouded his head and vision.
What the fuck was going on with him?
Was this a joke? He believed it was his mind playing tricks on him due to excessive amount of alcohol he consumed. Even after chugging a glass of water to try and sober himself, he still saw you. It annoyed him but not only annoyance filled him. A sense of peace too. The two feelings juxtaposed each other, as if they were fighting to see who would win.
Leon got up, trying to distract the inner conflict he faced. Closing the curtains and sitting in a room of absolute darkness. To no avail the image of you popped up. A growl scrapped his lips as he rubbed his face. His body slouched on the couch, rolling his head back as another noise vacated from him.
He had to do something.
Smacking down the couch he sat on with his calloused hand, he yearned to find his phone. The device jumped up slightly from the force of Leon's actions - soon enough he snatched it up. His thumbpad drummed the screen twice, the light penetrating his eyes as he staggered to find the power button.
"Fucking hell.." A squinted look appeared on his face whilst he scrolled the brightness down. Leon's dull eyes pried at his device, swiping up just to see you again. Fuck. He didn't delete the tab.
You looked gorgeous. An angel in his eyes. Even though you were young and in your low 20's. His mind processed the information once again. Should he feel ashamed? Disgusted? Was he at fault for wanting something romantic with you - even if you were 2 decades younger than him? Surely not, you were of legal age and willing put yourself on the website. The underlying feeling of guilt was questionable to him.
This wasn't wrong per se. It just felt like it.
His leg quivered slightly, his calve continuously smacking the bottom of his couch. Leon's eyes peered into the screen. Why was he so nervous? Get a grip, he thought to himself. A deep sigh left his lips as minutes passed - no response from you.
Your eyes flickered on his profile, an older man of course but... God was he handsome. His blue eyes called out to you, alluring you in to look at his other features. How was a man so beautiful? Early 40's nor did his description have anything sexual. It was quite basic - the perception of secrecy interweaved in it.
Nervously, the pads of your fingers moved subconsciously. Your body scrambled into your bed. The comfort of it didn't ease your heart as you clicked [Accept Request].
Leon's fingers kept refreshing the website to see if you had accepted his request. To his surprise and pleasure, you did. His heart pounded deeply within him, his shaky movements transferred himself into the chat. The miniature profile icon of your face made him go into awe. Your face was truly hypnotic. His lips pressed against the rim of his glass, shakily holding it to his lips to a point where the glass clattered against his teeth.
Leon decided the best option was to at least start the conversation off. What could he say? Perhaps the best option would to go down the basic route, however, by now you must have had multiple men just saying the same thing over and over again. His gaze focused on his phone, his eyes practically burning through the keyboard glazing over the letters trying to figure out a way to wow you.
The constant overthinking led him to not even figuring out a message to send you as your chat-box appeared on his mobile. Frowning to himself, he thought he was pathetic to a point where he couldn't even type to you. He wasn't this nervous in real life so what was going on now? In others eyes, he had charisma even when talking to a few women... But even a simple text message to you and he was about to piss himself.
Your fingers swiftly left a message, you even felt yourself getting nervous. The other chats you faced with different men usually led to the route of using your body to please them. Or they sent their half limped dick positioned in the middle of their palm trying to turn you on. It could be that this Leon Kennedy guy would contrast them. A twinge of hope stay put in your heart to hope so.
After all, he was hot.
You: hi! :)
Leon: Hey sweetheart, how are you?
It was a basic way to start of the conversation. Pretty pathetic in Leon's eyes but he had no idea on what else he could say. A shaky breath left his lips, adjusting himself on his couch trying to get cozy. The pads of his fingers tapping impatiently on the phone case. The inkling of worry still lingered within him as his mind reminded him of your age.
Instantly, a message came through on his behalf. Leon wasted no time to read over your message, he felt like a teenage boy again.
'For Christ sake... Keep it together.'
You: i'm alright, i saw that you aren't really like those other men on here. you're not like showing your dick in your profile or something.
A low laugh erupted from Leon's lips. You did see him different and honestly good. He wasn't one for going straight into the sexual stuff. Even at his age, early 40's and all, he still craved the affection you would receive in a normal relationship. He knew the love would be dependent on the money he sent you - it was better than no love at all.
Typing back with a small smile on his face, his legs uncontrollably stood him up. He walked over to his room, the light thud following him ominously. A dim light covered his figure as he sat down on the edge of his bed, hitting send.
Leon: We'd only get into that if you want to, but I prefer us to know each other a bit more. Don't you?
To say Leon was correct was an understatement, it was like a breath of fresh air. Whilst you wouldn't mind getting in his pants, for a man to not want sex sex sex was refreshing. Yes, it was the bare minimum. Did it make you way more interested though? Absolutely.
A giddy wave of happiness spread into your veins as you kicked your legs up and down. An actual conversation! You could even feel yourself becoming slightly turned on. A little wet patch forming in the middle of your panties. God.. Was this really happening now? Getting turned on by the bare minimum a man could offer?
You: yeah, i would honestly :) it's really refreshing to see someone wanting to talk
The conversation prolonged for an hour or two, both of you understanding the boundaries that Leon and you put place to make this agreement as comfortable as possible. Nonetheless, you were happy with how he was and Leon was ecstatic to know you better. Regardless of the cost that came with it.
He believed that a person like you deserved to spoilt rotten. Just the way you acted with such grace - you were heavenly. Someone who he was happy enough to show you the wonders that money could give you. Alongside his love, but Leon was nervous. He was nervous that you wouldn't understand why he would be gone for days at a time with no response. There was no way in hell he would be able to just tell you straight up that he worked for the DSO. Let alone that he killed B.O.W's.
He pushed his thoughts aside realizing he hadn't even told you how much he would pay you for your time with him. Texting a quick message, he chewed on his bottom lip. The dull ache of it pumping, giving it a faux heartbeat. Pressing send, he groaned into his pillow. The scent of soft linen contrasted the smell of alcohol that loitered on his bedside table. His backup bottle of whiskey awaiting for him to gulp it down like usual.
Instead he resisted, not relying on the alcohol to knock him out. Leon didn't want to drink himself to sleep like usual, he wanted to chat to you a little longer.
It was hard for him to get used to the slang and language you used, back in the 90's the way of communication was way different. After a few key points of explaining he got the meaning of it all. Reminiscing on what you both were talking about moments before - he read back his last message.
Leon: So how much money do you want for your time?
A very simple question for a very simple answer. Wrong. Not in your eyes anyways. You felt bad if you requested too much, you didn't even know how much he made nor how much he had currently. This in itself was the riskiest part of the deal. Would he think you were just a gold digger? Genuine fear paced around you, he wasn't a man who you just wanted to fuck to get money from. Perhaps you were being delusional but you seriously wanted to get to know him. Even perhaps have a relationship blossom between the both of you. Or was that too much to ask for?
Being a sugar baby wasn't toilsome. Whilst you would make him happy, he would reward you with gifts, money.. deep down you even wanted some pleasure. Plausibly, you began to think that Leon would think you were some brat. Even to a point where he'd believe you were some dumb bimbo cock slut who needed cash.
Shit. You needed to reply quick.
Leon was wondering to himself if he did something wrong. Was his question too straight-forward? Too dry? He was always told he wasn't the best at texting. That his texting habits seemed as though he was uninterested at any topic he would text about. He blinked continuously at the screen, this was his first time even trying to get a sugar baby. Were you no longer interested?
He needed your attention, after getting to know you over text he longed to understand more of you. What was it you really wanted? Cash or love? Was it that you were corroded with lust and needed to get dicked down or did you want something romantic? In all honestly both options together sounded like the perfect relationship to Leon. A couple who would love each other both ways, sexually and romantically. That's how a relationship works right? In his eyes anyways.
Leon's mind was clouded with random scenarios of you and him both. He wanted to try all of them out, some less naughty than others but all of them were good in his eyes. Shopping dates getting what you wanted or his head between your thighs giving you what you needed. He felt his jeans tighten around his crotch area. Fuck. Was he really getting off to the idea of just making you happy? Leon's hand travelled down to his bulge. A light squeeze only makes it harden more - can you blame him? You were so beautiful and all he wanted was to treat you right.
A heavy groan elicited out of Leon's throat, waiting for you to respond as he tried to calm himself down. He yearned for your answer. The bouncing of the 3 dots encased around a text bubble enabled Leon to let out a sigh of relief. Taking a deep breath, he eagerly watched for the message he needed.
You: i really don't mind, i don't want to seem greedy or anything so you can choose how much to give me! :)
Shit. How sweet could a girl be? Not only did you agree to be his sugar baby but you didn't mind how much he would pay you for your time? Leon's throat was dry as he took in another breath, trying to calm the bundle of nerves rising inside of his body. His fingers lightly tapped the glass screen in front of him, juxtaposing his thudding heart.
Being a government agent, despite all the trauma from his missions and the devastating events such as in Spain or in China. It gives a hefty sum of money. With the title of 'Government Agent' hung over him, he could afford to spend thousands on you. And he would.
Leon: Don't worry love, how about $1000 for our first meet up? Plus I'll get you whatever you want after a nice lunch. How does that sound?
$1000?! That was basically your rent done minus some utility bills. For one day? Not even a day, a few hours! That was more than what any job paid you for 2 weeks. Shuffling to lay comfortable in your bed, your fingers uncontrollably type a message to Leon showing your thanks to his generosity.
You: $1000?? you really don't have to give me that much but if you do then i really appreciate it! when are you next free?
A small smile appeared on Leon's lips as he read your text back, his body slightly shook from excitement as his eyes traced over your message. He was free most of the time... Well, when he wasn't fighting for his life that is. Leon's missions were quite sporadic at times, not allowing him to have a proper work schedule. In this situation, it was an annoying thing to explain - nonetheless, he wouldn't be able to tell you about it just yet.
His job was risky. Risky business that he didn't want to get you involved in.
Something always hung above Leon's head. Never once in his life after 1998 did he get any peace of mind. It was pure torture to live sometimes. A straight bullet in the head would have ended everything for him. Within Leon, there was a feeling of perseverance. He wasn't allowed to die. Who else could kill the bioweapons and destructive beings that tormented the planet? If only he didn't sign up to go to Raccoon City. That fateful night changed his whole perspective on life. A renewed thought process that could kill the normal human. He himself didn't understand how he could cope. The only answer to him was alcohol, day and night. Bottles stashed in places to feed into his intoxicated addiction.
It saved him; it killed him.
You could perhaps cure the chaos and wreck that occurred in his mind. He was fixated on you. Purely you. He would guide you through the sugar baby life, hand you anything you wanted. Just for your love. Whether or not it was real love, Leon didn't seem to mind. Well - not on the surface at least.
Alone in his apartment, slowly becoming uncomfortable with the solitude that laid next to him. He typed out a message, hoping to see you tomorrow. Next week at the latest. Leon needed a change from his mundane life. Only you could expedite a change within his character.
You were the answer.
Leon: I'm free tomorrow, I can pick you up at noon.
Trailing over the message, you couldn't wait to see him. The whole purpose of tonight was to find a sugar daddy, you got one but he seemed different. Separate from the other lustful men you met on this site. In fact he was different from any man you have ever met. The long hours of the night that you usually had was replaced with a conversation that uplifted your mood and your bank.
Nimble fingers tapped on the keyboard, the phone screen lighting up your face - highlighting the little upturned expression you had plastered on. Impatient to see Leon, you send a fast response back. Demonstrating your need to meet him.
You: okay! i'll see you then, goodnight <3
Feeling happy in your heart, it seemed as though he filled a little hole in your heart. As well as the dissipating view of constant stress you had thinking about your rent due for the month. Things finally started lifting up for you. Maybe now you wouldn't think that you were going to develop wrinkles and grey hairs at such an early age. Being a sugar baby didn't seem all that bad. Flourishing at such a young age without the worry of lack of money seemed good in your books. Granted that others may think lowly of you, who were you to care about someone else's opinion when you prosper in the generosity that Leon was going to bring to you.
A impending thought built within you. This was morally right... right? Taking a lonely mans money didn't really feel like the best idea especially when reading back on the conversation you realized he wasn't some sex freak. He just craved to love and be loved. Were you able to bring him that satisfaction?
A soft smile appeared on Leon's face as he read your message, tomorrow he would be able to meet you. See that pretty face that he's been thirsting to look at for the past few hours of chatting. His fingers constantly tapping on the mini picture next to your chats to zoom into your face. He couldn't get enough of you. His mind purely fixated on you and only you. Was this a curse or a blessing?
Once switching off his phone, he again sat in isolation. Dejection spread all over him as a deep sigh scraped his throat. Why was he always so alone? Even laying in bed for an hour never made it warm, his side cold and the empty space next to him was practically frozen. Leon was going through a rough patch in his life - this patch being 20 years was excessive but he honestly couldn't get out of it. Chained down to his own solitude and remoteness of his home was too much.
Too much for a singular man who just wanted a family of his own one day.
Laying in his own self loathing, Leon breaths slowly mellowed. Keeping himself calm, taking his mind off you slightly - attempting to sleep. To no avail, he still couldn't tranquil his racing heart. A shaky breath soon followed as he crumbled into the soft sheets he bought for himself. Rich and silky cloth immersed his silhouette, his hand over his chest. Leon could feel his heart. Pumping and pumping, the skittish irregular heart embodied his attitude to the situation at hand. Fluttering his eyelids shut, the scenarios of you and him started all over again. Just this time, they felt more real. You were within his reach as his mind continue to run with excitement, love and pure unadulterated desire.
That night, he didn't have a nightmare. No horror; no fear. There wasn't a dream per se, it was just a night of sleep.
Leon's face wasn't twisted with a frown, his lips were slightly parted. Slowly drying as he huffed out a few breaths in his sleep. Dirty blonde locks covering his eyes as a peaceful expression smothered him. The recurring night terrors of Raccoon City didn't appear tonight. Nightmarish prospects didn't shine through his soundless mind to haunt him. The zombies? Gone. The blood? Gone. All remained was a man who just deserved tranquility.
Tonight, he got what he was entitled to.
The blinding sun peeked through Leon's blinds, his body thanked him for the rest. No aching muscles like usual, he leisurely pried his eyes open, a quiet yawn eliciting out of his mouth. God, how late was it? Leon stretched his body whilst he adjusted himself to the light shining through, practically blinding him at first. His fingers tapped against the smooth wood nightstand as he searched for his phone wearily. Clasping his hand around the device he held it to his chest, switching it on to check the time. The bold numbers spoke to him, highlighting 09:30 AM.
Groaning to himself, he got up rubbing his eyes tiredly. Leon got a full nights rest. Unusual but needed a small smile laced his face as he realized what he had to do today. He was going to see you for the first time.
Swinging his legs out of bed, cracking a few places in his bed. A sigh of relief left his lips. Getting up was always the hardest part of his day but today it was the easiest knowing he was looking forward to something which wasn't work related. This time, it was to seek your love, to treat you to whatever you wanted - he was happy to do that. Overjoyed even.
For you it was no different, well except your rapid heartbeat when you realized that this was real. That you were going to see your sugar daddy. Could you even call him that right now? You had to ensure that you looked your greatest for today, it was the least you could do as this man was literally paying you for being there.
Doing your casual routine was normal as usual, your fingers just a little bit shaky from the nerves that coursed through your veins. Hindering your movements slightly as you felt yourself get jumpier by the second. Going through your closet, you choose something you don't really seem to wear often. A dress. A flowy one, he'd like that right? Taking a wild guess and praying to whoever is above you threw it on and fixed up your hair. Midway through, the mobile device on the counter buzzed, catching your attention.
Rinsing and drying your hands, you snatched the phone up and inspected the notification that stood out to you. It was him. You felt your body heating up, your eyes tracing the message.
Leon: I'm outside sweetheart, hope you sent me the right address. :)
Fuck. Outside already? You retract that statement as you swiped down to check the time. Oh. It was already noon. Checking yourself in the mirror, your legs rush downstairs as you put on a pair of heels. You had psych yourself up to even see him. Looking through the little peephole, you saw him.
He was just as handsome as he was online. Even more so in real life. Your heart was pounding, he could probably hear it across the door. Tremulously, your fingers wrapped around your door handle, slightly pushing it down to open the door. Fuck, you got this. It was only a date, and all you had to do was act normal. Normal and sweet. Leon picked you for a reason!
The moment he saw you, his breath hitched. He nearly choked with the air that stood in his throat, his eyes travelling down your figure with the dress that hugged your curves but still flowed with the slight current hitting your body. Leon couldn't believe it, seeing you was heaven right in front of him. A sense of desire permeated his body, longing to touch you. To make you his - he had to stay put. For his own sake.
"Wow, uh hi." A mumble left Leon's throat soon after he cleared it. Nervous couldn't even elucidate his very being after being blessed to even look at you. It wasn't only him with a stomach full of knots wondering if this day was going to turn south.
"Hey, you look... good?" You chuckled out awkwardly. Great start. Embarrassed within yourself, you try and think of something else to say but Leon's words cut through your thoughts. His voice is smooth and rich, like honey, a slight rasp laced in the tone which allures you in.
"Thank you sweetheart, you look beautiful." Too beautiful. His hands slightly twitched, a hunger in Leon wanting to ravish you as his eyes inadvertently trailed down your figure again. Heat bloomed in both of you, eyes practically fucking each other but who was going to act first?
Taking you to his car, Leon's hand glided over the passenger door handle, opening it up for you. A small smile plastered on his lips as his gravelly voice welcomed you in. The leather feel of the car seat hugged your body, adjusting yourself to strap yourself in. Leon soon entered after as he pulled the seatbelt over himself - turning on the ignition at the same time. A comfortable silence hung in the air as the vehicle took you to where Leon wanted to treat you. One hand on the wheel and the other clasping the gearshift to make the ride as smooth as possible.
"Do you want lunch first or do you want to go shopping?" His voice sliced through the tranquility that once lay around you both. Oh wow, so he was serious on treating you? Fiddling with your thumbs you wondered to yourself how you should answer him. Your stomach answered for you very quietly as you looked out the window.
"Lunch, if that's okay?" Your response back made Leon smile as he took a swift turn left, rolling into a small family owned diner. The aesthetically pleasing restaurant enticed you as he guided you inside. Opening the door for you and making the cliché comment 'Ladies first.' The place itself was cozy and warm, a welcoming aura embedded within it as you sat down at one of the booths. Leon, sat across from you, couldn't help but flicker his gaze on you every once in a while as you looked on the menu.
"Found anything you like?" He asked as he flipped through the menu himself, eyeing on the steak pictured in the booklet. His blue eyes soon bored into yours when you met his gaze. A soft smile resting on your face.
"Yeah, I think I know what I want." The softness of your voice was a melody to Leon. A voice that could calm him down even when he felt so nervous just seeing you. A channel of peace that he needed, a tune that could calm him even through the horrors that he faced.
Lunch went smoothly, the chatter amongst you two eased out into a blossoming relationship. Far better than just texting over two measly devices. Leon's gaze wondered over you as you spoke, completely in awe as he thanked himself for going on the website yesterday night. Your beauty surpassed all beings, inside and out you were gorgeous in his eyes. The interests you both shared in music tastes, hobbies and whatnot brought you both together. As if there was chemistry between you two, that idea that you already knew each other so well. You didn't just seem like a sugar baby in his eyes - you were someone who he sought love in. A person who Leon wanted to cherish in every way. The same concept lingered within you too, his presence calmed you down but comforted you in ways you didn't know were possible. He was your sugar daddy, yours.
Still, you and Leon wanted something more with each other. Desires that needed to be satiated soon.
Leon's card pinged as he paid for the meal, the waiter giving his thanks for the generous tip he left. Seeing him waltz off with the tray in his hand. Love filled your body watching Leon treat others so nicely. Fuck. You were falling fast. Too fast that it was scarily fun. His dirty blonde hair covering his eyes ever so slightly, his clean hands slotting the card back into his wallet. The slight veins protruding out, allowing your eyes to travel up his exposed forearms. Moles littered all over them alongside some arm hair.
His watch gleamed from the LED lights above you both, your eyes trailed all over him. This didn't go unnoticed as a little smirk plastered Leon's face. He was about to speak until the waiter came back.
"Here, it's on the house. Candy bags for both of you." The waiter grinned, placing two bags of candy in front of you. Candy? I mean, free candy is always nice. Thank you's left your mouth and Leon inspected the candy inside. Lollipops, hard candy, chewy... Before he looked up, he heard a wrapper rustle.
Your fingers tugged on the wrapper of the lollipop, undressing it for the ball of sugar that stood on a stick. His eyes gazed as you popped it in your mouth. A soft hum of approval muffled between the lollipop and your lips. Those soft plump lips that Leon kept looking at. A pang of jealousy flowed in his veins as he saw the way your tongue swirled the lollipop.
This was going to be a long day.
The ride to the mall was short, the same lollipop in your mouth as your tongue slowly was painted it's colour. You knew the effect you had on him, your head went crazy seeing his eyes glance at you often. No longer to your body, but to those pretty lips you had wrapped around your lollipop. Teasing him a bit more, a quick kitten lick around it made Leon suppress back a groan. Biting his lip hard and snapping his head the other way - pleading to whoever was up there to help him breathe a little.
Delving back into the bag, you grabbed two more lollipops as the mall was close. A small smirk thinning out your lips. Putting them into your purse, the drive came to a close. Leon shifted slightly to ease the stress in his pants. A bit too tight for his liking. Clicking the button, the seatbelt unraveled itself as he got out of his car. Walking over to the passenger side, opening the door up for you.
Taking your hand into his, he guided you out the vehicle, his other arm wrapping around your waist - his hand lightly squeezing it. The large establishment shadowed over you both whilst you walked towards it. Your heart pacing quickening with each step, Leon's hold on you was comforting yet enchanting. An immeasurable thirst building within you.
Shop after shop, Leon's hands started to become full of strings that held up the bags of clothing, makeup and whatnot you decided to get. No objections left him as you picked up something. You want it? You get it. Being treated to that sweet smile you gave him when he said 'yes' was all he could ever want. False. He needed your lips around his cock as he saw you continuously licking and sucking on your second lollipop of the day. That sugary rush secreting in your body, making you a little more hyper than usual.
Leon found himself mentally shouting at his thoughts. The grip on the strings that held the pretty clothes you got for yourself became tight as he scrutinized you. Unable to control himself, a huff left his lips as he continued to see you sucking on the sugary ball.
Fantasizing about you for so long led him to forget what you both were actually doing. Snapping back into reality, he looked away from you and saw you walk into a lingerie shop. Hold on. Wait, what the fuck? Lingerie shop. Leon's breath hitched as he walked in, seeing all the different mannequins brandish the laced items of clothing. He could picture you in the multitude of lingerie pieces that surrounded him - he honestly believed he was going insane. Your arm interlaced with his as you escorted him to the mass amount of fabric beautifully designed for your body.
A smug smile sketched itself on your face as you saw a set of lingerie, grabbing your attention immediately. Taking the lollipop out of your mouth, a string of saliva connecting you both together - you turn your head to Leon.
"What about this set?" A faux innocence entangled in your tone as your eyelashes flutter at him, the lollipop glistening under the light. Leon forced down a groan as he looked at you - seems like this first meeting was going to turn south at this point. His dick was basically throbbing imagining you in it. How pretty your tits would be, the way he would worship every curve on you.
Damn it. He couldn't think straight.
"Get it." A demanding tone elicited out of his throat, an almost growl as he saw your fingers pick at what cup size you were. The tips of your fingers rubbing against the material, weaving your way through it all. Grabbing what you needed, you looked at him - hunger was apparent in his eyes. He feasted on you, his eyes fucking you once again. Leon couldn't wait anymore, he led you to the till point. His fingers taking out a wad of cash, passing the notes over to the cashier. Not bothering to get his change, he ushered you out.
You could feel yourself getting wet again. What was this spell he had on you? He could just magically cast on you a haze of desire strictly for him. The grip of his hand on yours was tight as he paved the way towards his car. One hand held yours as the other carried the bundle of bags you accumulated in a few hours. Reaching his destination, you stood beside him as he situated the bags in the back of the vehicle, Leon's face in immense concentration as he imagined you in the set. The bulge in his pants becoming heavier and more apparent whilst he led you into the passenger seat. Although he was tense with endless longing for you, his hands were gentle as his fingers lingered on your body for a little while longer than usual. With you in the car, he slammed the car door shut, hurrying over to his side - entering in swiftly.
"You're a damn tease." Leon's voice was hoarse as he started the ignition, his head turned side to side as he reversed. Looking at you from the corner of his eye, he concentrated on that little smile you had on for him. That fucking lollipop still in your mouth. You were a minx.
"I don't know what you're talking about." A teasing tone left your throat, finishing the lollipop and licking your lips to get that sugar coating off. He couldn't help but groan at the sight. His hand slowly wandered off the gearshift and onto your thigh. You could feel a gentle squeezing sensation travel up to your heat. Leon's palm gradually nearing closer and closer - reminding you who was in control.
The sounds of gravel mushing against the wheels of the vehicle alerted you of the end of the journey. However the house in front of you was not one you knew. Leon's house stood proud as the exterior design bestowed a sensation of luxury. Parking the car, he turned his attention to you - looking at you with the same message of need and lust.
"Do me a favour sweetheart," he spoke gravelly, turning to grab a bag from the backseat. "Put this on for me will you?" The tips of your fingers grazed his whilst he passed you the bag. The lingerie combination awaiting to be clung to your body. A nimble nod left you as your throat felt dry. Compressing your thighs together to relieve yourself of the ache for a few seconds, you view Leon as he gets out of the car - going to open your side for you. A slight shake in your legs was visible when you walked towards the front door. The sound of keys jangling looped your ears as your eyes laid upon the inside of the building.
It was beautiful.
The tidiness of the place was outstanding as you walked in. Looking at the place was short-lived as Leon took you into the master bathroom. Your fingers weaved between the strings of the bag gradually opening it up and taking out the prized object. He gave your waist a squeeze and left you inside to change out of your outfit into the revealing piece he bought you.
Leon's heart was racing, his steps to his bedroom was heavy. Opening the door he was welcomed into the familiar room, the scent of freshness coming from his humidifier. Straightening out the sheets, closing the blinds and dimming the lights he palmed his erection slightly. Light pants vacated him, trying to get his thoughts together. You were doing things to him that he hadn't felt in a long time. Looking around the room to make sure everything was perfect, his thoughts were cut short hearing the creaking sound next to him.
There you stood. Your curves accentuated by the set, your bare skin captivating Leon. You felt your breath hitch, awaiting for him to say something. But actions spoke louder than words, his hands slowly caressing your sides.
"Beautiful..." A soft mumble came from him, eying you down with passion. His calloused hands brushing over the smoothness of your skin. This sight only for him. A view that nobody else was lucky enough to see. He reached out, his hand coming to rest on your hip, his fingers digging into you. Pulling you closer, his body pressed up against yours - you fit so snug against him. Leon bent down, his lips finding the sensitive skin of your neck as he steered you both to the bed. The covers hugging your body as you plopped down, his knee propped in-between both of your legs.
The pressure of your clothed clit against his knee elicited a moan out of you. Dripping onto the fabric of his jeans, creating a darker colour on them. The smudge of your essence spread quickly as his knee continued to slightly rub up and down. Whimpers could be heard from you whilst your body pleaded for more. More of him.
"Please..." A choked whisper came from you, pleading with him to give you more. To reward you more of his touch. Leon looked at you, already so needy for him. Such a pretty sight glancing down at his knee, your panties clinging onto your puffy pussy. His hand stroked your side as he peppered kisses on your neck. Leon's teeth nipping at your delicate flesh - making a deep mark on you.
"Patience love, I want to take my time with you." He mumbled into your neck, his voice vibrating against your skin - tickling you ever so slightly. How could he call you a tease when he was prolonging this for so long?
Your hips stuttered, trying to push yourself over the edge as you rode out his knee impatiently. Your slick made it easier for you to get the sensation you longed for. His wet kisses travelled down from your neck to your collarbone - sucking and nibbling to mark you as his. Pornographic moans drew out of your throat, nearly bringing Leon over the edge already. He couldn't get enough of you. It was like you were some succubus drawing him in with every sound that became trapped in the four walls that confided you both. Addictive.
Lifting himself off you slightly, he removed the straps off your body, slipping the material down slightly. Your tits bouncing slightly from the action. A twinge of embarrassment loomed over your face - your hands shying him away as you covered yourself up.
"Sweetheart, what are you doing?" His eyes flickered up to meet yours - seeing your face he knew damn well what you were thinking. "Don't cover yourself up, you're gorgeous..." His thumbs caressed both of your hands. Avoiding his gaze, which Leon didn't like, you stutter out a response.
"M'just nervous." Feeling self conscious within yourself, you expected Leon to get frustrated. Contradicting your thought process, he placed a tender kiss on your soft lips.
"It's okay to be nervous, do you wanna stop?" His fingers held your chin, pulling you to look at him. A slight shake of your head signaled you didn't want him to stop. His kiss made you feel warm. Safe. Hesitating slightly, you pulled your hands away - allowing him to see your upper chest fully.
"Thank you love," He fondled with your breasts, his fingers leisurely rubbing the nubs on them. "All this f'me... So fucking pretty." Without warning, his lips wrapped around one of your nipples. Swirling around the hard bud clingily. He practically drooled over your tits as he looked up - seeing your scrunched up face in pure bliss. The sensitivity of your nipples caused you to shiver slightly. A small smirk grew on his face as he continued his ministrations on your boobs. Appreciating them, kissing them, sucking them. He couldn't have enough.
The cold air hit your skin as he unlatched his lips, kissing down your stomach. He could cum just from doing this. His fingers hooked under the fabric, prying it off you until he took the top half off. He pinched your nipple whilst littering your body with his soft kisses. A gasp leaving your lips, your nipples hardening from the coldness. Leon moaned as he felt his hips buck subconsciously into the bed, he was so needy for you. His body dependent on yours - the heat radiating from your frame made his cock throb with an ache that needed to be sated.
But no. He needed to make you cum on his tongue. God. Leon has to taste your essence. A craving that he could attain now that he shifted you further up the mattress. Propping himself to dive into your slick cunt. Manicured nails feathered through the locks of his hair, a shudder leaving him as he glanced up at you one last time. Telepathically asking for your consent when he removed your soaked panties.
"Mhm..." The mumble was quiet, but he heard nonetheless. You knew he did as he licked the slit of your pussy, a growl like groan leaving him whilst he sunk his head back down the apex of your thighs.
Skillful movements of his tongue became unmistakable, flicking it up and down on your clit. Mixing it along with a few kisses and sucking motions - it brought tears to your eyes.
Your heart and mind craving more, juxtaposing your movements as you were out of control.
Trying to push him away - feeling your orgasm slowly build up. To no avail, Leon pressed his hands down, suppressing you to the quilt and him. Sandwiched in what was going to give you an enchanting release, your fingers bunched up his hair to pull on it. Giving you some sort of control in the situation. This granted you a moan from Leon, still persevering to make you cum.
The bridge of his nose rocking into your clit, multiple wet sounds coming out of his mouth. Your pussy gushing at his experience, Leon needed you to cum. Hearing your gasping moans whilst his mouth transferred itself to your clit made him double take if he even needed to fuck you to cum. Just pleasuring you was getting him off to a point where he thought he would cum in his boxers if you carried on spoiling him with the gratification of giving you oral.
"Leon, m'so close!" The whine fleeing out of your mouth did it for him. He lifted his mouth off you; meanwhile your head shot up no longer feeling his tongue anymore. Before you could protest, Leon spat on his fingers, coating them well in order to put them inside of you. Your walls tightened whilst he would piston them deep - curling them so good at your g-spot. Alongside with his mouth returning back to your bundle of nerves.
An otherworldly feeling rose within you as you sputtered out filthy moans. Leon's lips curled into a smile, feeling that you were about to cum on his fingers. Muffled since he was sandwiched between both of your thighs he spoke out, a sultry tone laced with it.
"Cum f'me baby, come on." Those words sent you over the edge. The crispiness of his voice echoed in your ears as you felt that impending orgasm finally release. Screaming his name, embedding chants of thanks, he rubbed soft circles on your clit. Slowing his movements to grant you a moment's peace allowing you to come down from your high. With his chin soaked, his fingers coated, he licked them clean whilst looking at your erotic blissed out expression.
"Such a good girl, a pretty one at that." He kissed your thigh, getting up from in between your legs. A deep kiss shared amongst the two of you, you were tasting yourself on his tongue. Leon's hands no longer clung on your skin as he removed his shirt.
You saw the scars that littered his body, a dark mark highlighted on his left shoulder. Some sort of bullet wound. To pry in this situation would be bad, it would just kill the mood. However, you could feel yourself getting hot once again when your eyes trailed over him again. Prominent abs shining through with his biceps putting you in an non existent chokehold. The light veins protruding through, showcasing his whole body. All that came from you was a breathy pant, you couldn't speak. Not when he was this handsome.
"You're staring sweetheart." He kissed your forehead, allowing you to snap out of your trance.
"Sorry..." A sheepish murmur left you. Still, you couldn't turn away as your eyes zoomed around his body once again. Fuck.
A chuckle brought you to look at his hands as they capably undid his belt. The leather shining snapping your attention to very clear bulge in his pants. Feeling proud of yourself for making him hard, you meet his gaze on you. His expression was unreadable... besides the fact his stare on you was longing. That's all you could read off him. Who was he? What did he do for a living?
All of those thoughts were lost as he took off his pants, his precum already seeped through his boxers making a distinguished mark. Without thinking, your hands replaced his. Pulling the boxers off him in a flash to see the flushed red tip. Leon let out a choked gasp, unaware of your movements. Your stare didn't help him regain his composure at all, a roseate colour burning on his cheeks.
"Don't look at it like that..." He moaned softly. It was pretty. Minor veins travelling up to the tip, showcasing off the large one that curved slightly. The base of him neatly trimmed - he was clean. Thank fuck.
It wasn't long before Leon positioned himself to your cunt. Practically drooling for him. His touch gentle as he rubbed your sides - easing you to be less nervous.
"You okay? We can stop if you want." He mellowly asked whilst brushing away a few stray hairs from your face. His fingers lingering on your cheek as he caressed it softly. Seeing you shake your head back at him with a sweet smile reminding him of your consent in the situation gave him a sense of comfort. You saw him as a person. Not a tool, not a man who killed abhorrent things. But a guy who could make you feel good.
Pushing into you was with ease. Your sloppy pussy taking him in so well that his hips sputtered slightly feeling you tighten around him. Leon couldn't resist slowly rocking his hips, craving more of this sensation you happily gave him.
"You can go faster, m'okay..." Reassurance was all Leon needed in this. Hearing your words and consent to fuck you good snapped something within him. His thighs slapping against yours slightly, creating a soft 'plap plap plap' made the scene more erotic then it was. This was pure filth.
His thrusts becoming deeper he threw his head back. You felt so good wrapped around his dick. Leon felt your nails scratch his sides, you tried to cling onto something as he pumped himself again and again. Needing to feel your skin on his lips, he pressed himself closer to you - his kisses gently fluttering on your neck. The tighter you squeezed the closer he was. Smothering your skin with marks that shown you were his. He made you his by forming his cock shape inside of you.
The base of his cock had a ring of cum forming around it. Displaying your last orgasm whilst he was soon to bring you to your next. His hips didn't stop the everlasting assault against yours, bucking into you helplessly. Leon hadn't felt this alive in ages. This horny mess he was encapsulated in brought him to his memories of when he was young. A young adult pumping with energy once again but this time he was older, more mature. Much more experienced. You were the lucky one to feel his experience. To feel him let go of himself in you.
He propped himself back up, the sheer sheet of sweat highlighting his abs in the dim light alongside the beads of sweat that covered his forehead. "Good fucking girl... take it." Dirty words left his lips and flowed into your ears. Words that make you shiver, blush and shake slightly in his grasp.
A growl escaped Leon when he felt your legs wrap around his hips. Fuck, did you want him to cum inside? His mind went crazy at the thought. Calloused hands gripped you tightly whilst he looked at you. So beautiful. You were gorgeous. The mewls that scratched your throat as you shot your eyes open when you felt like you could see stars. Only to meet Leon's gaze once again - just this time, you both were so close to the brink of release.
The way the scene held such love. A sugar baby and sugar daddy wouldn't have this with each other. Maybe this was different. Both of your foreheads clung to each other. Gasps leaving your mouth, groans leaving his. Passionate kisses being traded between you two as his thick cock stuffed your sobbing pussy full.
"Love, fuck, you have to unwrap... your legs." He managed to gasp out. Leon's dick was throbbing, aching for the sweet release he craved for. You were in a state of bliss, your body nearly becoming limp as you obeyed with his instruction. The bundle of nerves tingled. You were so close. So close to cumming around him. Leon could feel it. He could see it. Shakily, his thumb reached that precious, sensitive clit that longed to be rubbed. His ministrations on it brought the loudest of screams from you.
"Leon! I-I can't..." Your wails only made him dizzier. Dizzy from how fucking pretty you were for him.
"You can sweetheart, come on... cum on my cock. Be a, shit so tight... Be a good girl and cum f'me baby." Leon moaned out, he was about to fill you up if you weren't quick. Lucky enough, a bit more pressure on your clit caused you to shake uncontrollably. The same feeling as before washing over you - just a lot stronger. His eyes watched everything. How your body shook in his arms, the way your eyes rolled back as his name slipped from your tongue. Looking down, he could see your tits bounce whilst he carried on fucking you. Marks strewn all over you.
Leon's hips stuttered, he swiftly pulled out of you - cumming instantly on your pussy. The white, glossy substance coating your slit. Some spurts shot up and landed on your tummy. His head thrown back as he came down from his high, his endorphins going mental.
"Fuck..." He held himself up slightly, trying not to crush you with his body weight. A deep chuckle abandoning his throat as he saw you pant. Your fingers clutching onto his bicep whilst you tried to steady yourself.
Cute.
"You okay?" A deep voice knocked you out of your trance, looking at him dizzily. "Mm..." Your nods spoke louder than your mumble as you held onto him. His fingers latched onto a few tissues from the box on his bedside table. Wiping gently the mess he created on you. Mellow kisses on your stomach, tickling you a little.
He wanted something more. A relationship even. But a long term relationship would mean you would see the nightmares that taunted him. The crying, the hurt, the horror. He didn't want you to see that just yet. So this 'agreement', was enough for now. But everyone would know he was yours and you were his. He would make sure of it. Even if it meant marking you up or perhaps putting a placement ring on your finger before the real deal. Anything to make you happy, you were his happiness.
He guided you into the master bathroom again. Just for a different reason. Running the bath, it filled up rather quickly. Leon's hands wondering over your skin whilst massaging any parts he may have clutched onto a bit too tightly. Soft kisses on your face, lips and neck carried on. Not out of lust - it was love. His love for you met no limits.
The smile that would creep up his face when he heard you giggle made his heart flutter. That hole that was punctured so deep from his job was filled by your presence.
"Thank you..." Your voice was melodic. Bringing Leon to look at you with heart shaped eyes. A deeper kiss shared amongst the both of you whilst he got you both in the bath. The warm water soaking into your muscles, easing them up from the pleasure you both faced.
"Of course, anything for you." His words held such comfort that it could make you cry. Who knew a sugar daddy could bring you happiness in the romance department? Or maybe he was just separate from the others. You didn't care. All you cared about was him, and you wanted to know more about him. Trailing your eyes up to him, you see him remember something.
"Hm? What's up?" The inquiry you had made him chuckle. Confused, you prod him to give you an answer. His lips pressed against your forehead before he spoke.
"Is $2000 enough for tonight?"
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Summary: You’ve never been the one to try and pick someone up at a bar, especially one where the entire demographic is twice your age. Yet, you couldn’t pull your eyes off of him. What’s the harm in buying him a drink?
Includes: Insecure Leon, mild sub!Leon, mild dom! Reader, age gap, stranger hookup, unprotected sex, implied birth control, oral(both), pushing cum back inside, Maam, sweetheart, good boy.
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Bar hopping for a bachelorette party means going to all the modern and loud clubs where you're guaranteed to get multiple drinks bought for you and hit on too many times to count. The first club was like that, you'd already debated how much your eardrums could take for the night before you'd even left.
The second however, was nothing of the sort. It was your friends, the bachelorette herself, uncles bar. The bar itself felt like it was out of an old western movie, the people inside of it similar. You could tell most people were here to drown their sorrows after whatever hell of a day they'd had.
You were people watching while your friend talked with her uncle, the others taking pictures with the weirdly accurate cow statue by the door.
He stood out, somehow, this looked to be his scene really, but for some reason your eyes were drawn to him instantly.
He was older than you, that you could tell. The part of his face you could see had a scowl covering it, the wrinkles muddying some of his features. He was blond, but there were grays peaking through the messy hair and slight scruff covering his chin.
You couldn't look away. Something about him kept pulling your gaze back no matter how many times you tried to fight it. Thankfully you had just enough drinks in your system to act on it.
It was a move typically used on you, but one that got your foot in the door. You watched as the bartender refilled his drink, motioning towards you when he looked confused. You waved when he looked over at you, your smile probably bordering on creepy.
The man nodded with a small smile, drinking half of whatever it was in one go. In the short time you took to look over at your friends he made his way over to you.
"It's normally the other way around you know." He said, pulling your attention away from the group. He was more captivating up close. The rough tone in his voice adding to the look of him. "The older man buys the drink for the pretty young lady, didn't expect the opposite." He chuckled, making you have to swallow harder so you didn't drool in front of the poor man.
"I didn't expect to be doing it." You barely managed to say.
"Leon, Leon Kennedy." He said with a smirk, holding his hand out towards you like this was some job interview.
You replied with your name, following his format despite the mild confusion at the professionalism. His hand matched him, the calluses against your skin making your face burn slightly.
"You uh—you come here often?" You asked, wanting to smack yourself at the awkward question.
"I do. You don't." You found yourself staring at his lips as he spoke, and by the turn of them he saw it too. "Your party find the wrong bar?"
"My friends uncle owns it, she wanted to come say hi." You quickly responded, nodding towards where your friends were laughing with the man.
"Damn really making me feel old there, I went to school with the man."
You rushed out an apology only to be laughed off by the older man. The conversation started to flow into a casual exchange.
Leon told you about how he knew your friends uncle, the whole story of them reconnecting after Leon got promoted and moved a few blocks away. He told you what he deemed the cooler stories of his job, ones that if he wasn't so tattered and buff looking you'd have thought was a lie from an action movie you didn't watch.
He asked about your friend, how the two of you knew each other and what the big celebration was for. Despite his line of work he seemed to miss the big "bachelorette" sash she was wearing.
It was hard to tell how long the two of you were talking. You didn't realize any time had passed until you heard your friends calling your name by the door.
"Fuck um shit-"
"I think your friends are waiting for you." Leon commented, stating the obvious.
"Yeah we have like three other places they want to go to, fuck." Your voice strained as your annoyance at the circumstance grew.
He was about to make a joke, you could tell by the look in his eyes after he'd done it twenty times already tonight. Your friends cut him off, walking over and pulling you off of the stool you were too comfortable on.
Thankfully you came to your senses as you all approached the door, managing to pry yourself out of their hands for a moment and making your way back over to Leon. He was following your steps as you ended up standing right in front of him.
"Will you be here in an hour?" You asked, eyes practically burning through his.
"I can be." He said, voice an octave lower than before. "Three more places is going to take you longer than an hour sweetheart." It took everything in you to keep yourself upright at the new nickname.
"An hour is how long it'll take until they won't notice I left." You stammered, any confidence you had long gone. "I'd go with you right now if I could."
"Take your time, go have fun." Leon whispered, barely audible over the somber music. "If you still want this, afterwards, I'll be here." The slight self deprecation in his tone had you reeling.
One final look back to your friends had you walking across the bar with a scowl. The only thoughts running through your head being ones of Leon and how you're friends were delaying you from seeing the man in his full glory.
"When I said you should try and get laid, that is not what I meant." Your friend, the bachelorette, laughed the second you stepped out of the bar.
"At least he's kinda hot, old but hot." Another one defended you, sort of.
There were a lot of jokes thrown as you all made your way to the club a few blocks over. Comments about finding someone your own age, but none of it phased you. All you could think about was getting back to that old fucking bar.
—
You did make it back. Forty seven minutes later. The second you pushed open the door your eyes scanned the now fuller crowd.
He hadn't moved. Still sat on the same stool you left him in. The only thing that had changed was the drink in front of him. The bottle of water was almost entirely gone, depleting more as he brought it to his lips.
The second he put the bottle back down he looked towards you, almost as if he felt eyes on him. His lips turned up when he saw you, nodding towards the free stool next to him.
"Hasn't been an hour yet." Leon commented as you sat down. "Sneak out early?" He laughed at his own joke.
"The 'bachelor's' showed up. Unannounced." You groaned, thinking back to the interaction. "They can't keep track of that many people, perfectly annoying opportunity."
"You don't seem enthused despite the escape." He fully turned towards you, cocking his head with an inquisitive look.
"They kept trying to set me up with one of them, even tripped me into him at one point." You groaned again, sliding down to rest your head against your forearm that was flat on the counter.
"Ah, the young, hot, bachelor not your type?" He chuckled, leaning his head on his hand to keep eye contact with you.
"Not since I saw you." You mumbled, just loud enough for him to hear it.
"Oh sweetheart." He matched your volume.
His eyes softened, staring at you as if you'd just told him your life story. After a few moments he sat up, you followed suit watching as he called over the bartender. He slid a bill that was definitely larger than what he owed across the counter before standing, holding his hand out to you.
You took it, following him as he led you out of the bar. His hand tightened around yours as he started to walk away from the bar.
"Are you okay to walk a few blocks or do you need me to carry you?" Leon asked, pausing in his path. "If you still want to go home with me, that is." You laughed, stepping closer to him.
"I don't need you to carry me to your place." You whispered, leaning so close to him that your lips brushed against his cheek. "But, if I ask nicely, would you please?"
Leon didn't respond, instead quickly sliding an arm behind yours legs and pulling you upwards until your arms wrapped around his neck with a gasp. You felt your heart pounding as you held yourself against him, sure that he could feel it.
"No need to beg, I'll give you whatever you want from me."
—
Leon took you straight to his bedroom, setting you gently onto the soft sheets of his bed. And then, sat next to you. There was an awkward silence that filled the room, forcing you to sit in the tension mixed air for way too long.
He seemed nervous, as if you weren't desperate to be in his bed for the last few hours. The man was large, intimating beyond description, but he was the nervous one.
"Are you okay?" You asked, anxious to break the silence. "Didn't come home with you just to sit on your bed you know." You attempted to joke.
"Of course, it's just—it's been a while." He shrugged, finally turning to look at you. "With my job, I don't get out much. Never much of a priority anymore."
"If you don't want-"
"I do." Leon cut you off, reaching one of his hands out to your face and brushing a strand of hair behind you ear. "Is this what you want? You have someone your age waiting back at a bar for you if you'd prefer."
You laughed, genuinely and loudly catching the man off guard. You moved your body closer to his, only stopping when your leg was right against his.
"Honestly?" You whispered, leaning your face closer to his. "The only thing I've thought about since I bought you that drink was how you'd look above me."
Leon leaned in, lips pressing against yours in a soft and careful manner. You reciprocated, moving your lips against his in an attempt to set a quicker pace.
Much to your shock he followed, not fighting for control as most would. Testing your luck, you grazed your tongue against his lips. Almost instantly his parted, allowing you to slide your tongue into his mouth meshing perfectly with his own.
He groaned into the kiss as you brought your hands to his shoulders, digging your fingers into the muscles. Large hands shot to your waist, holding carefully but unmoving.
"You can sit on my lap, if you want." Leon whispered into the kiss.
You quickly moved to do so. Knees caging his thick thighs as they dug into the mattress. His bulge evident against your covered core from this position, you shuttered before shifting to allow more of it to press against you.
"Why do I feel like you're going to do whatever the fuck I want you to?" You asked, a seductive tone lacing your voice despite the slight joking manner.
"You did buy me a drink." He said with a small smile.
You pulled back, expecting a different reply. Was this extremely strong, older, literal government weapon really going to let you be in control? You felt like you were hearing things, you didn't expect him to be so compliant. The thought of it was a rush you had to admit.
"Are you actually?" It was hard to hide the shock in your voice, and your chest felt heavy when Leon suddenly wouldn't meet your eyes.
"That was the plan. Fuck, I feel like I'm twenty again." He chuckled to himself. "When I say it's been a while I mean it." Leons face dropped with every word.
"How long is a while?" You asked once more, trying to be comforting by moving one of your hands to play with the strands of hair that laid against his neck.
It was obvious the question made him nervous, you were close enough to hear his breath hitch before quickening.
"At least a decade."
"A decade? How the fuck has it been a decade? You're so hot?" Your rapid questions made him laugh, finally making eye contact again.
"Told you I don't get out much. Bad relationships and habits; who would've thought dating your coworkers would be a bad idea." His hands started to move, fidgeting with the edge of your shirt.
"In your line of work that sounds dangerous." You whispered, sliding your hand further up his scalp.
He nodded, leaning into your touch almost too forcefully. The room stayed silent for a while, hands softly grazing each other in what should have been an awkward embrace.
Instead, it felt oddly, intimate. Something you shouldn't expect from a man practically twice your age you met in a bar hours ago. Yet, the longer you looked at him, watched as he touched you so carefully, it felt comfortable.
"You didn't forget how to do anything?" You break the silence, leaning forward so that your lips are hovering over his.
"It's like riding a bike, right?"
You smiled, pressing your lips against his once more. It was soft for all of ten seconds before you deepened the kiss, Leon quickly following your lead.
Large hands continued to fidget with the hem of your shirt, not daring to go beneath the fabric despite the obvious desire. You grabbed hold of one of his wrists, slipping it beneath the shirt.
He groaned, taking the hint he and slide his hand further up your torso. He took his time finding your breasts, skimming along the bottom of your bra until you pushed your chest into him.
"You definitely didn't forget how to kiss." You whispered as you separated for air. "Want this off." You tugged at the bottom of his shirt.
"Yes ma'am." Leon smirked in reply.
His shirt was off and thrown to the side before you could blink. You felt your jaw drop as you were met with his chest.
He was toned, blond hair spread across pale skin. There were too many scars to count, littered along the expanse of his torso. Some looked older than you, others looked as if he could've gotten them last week.
You carefully grazed your fingers across some of them, causing Leon to shiver at the touch. One of them made him whine, a smile on his face as he did so. God you needed to hear him do that again.
Leaning down slightly you pressed your lips against his shoulder, softly tracing your tongue along an older scar. He sighed contently, eyes fluttering closed as you repeated the action as you continued lower across his collarbone.
The position was quickly becoming awkward, having to crane your neck to reach. So you pushed him down, placing the palm of your hand against his chest and pushing with the lightest bit of pressure had him folding.
Leon's head hit the pillows, eyes opening to look up at you. His hair spread across the dark colors, causing you to pause for a moment to take it all in.
You didn't speak as you traced your hands across multiple of the blemishes. Your mind was coming up with stories behind each one. It was starting to overwhelm you, his complacency and the sheer look of him.
"I know there's a lot." Leon said. "I understand it's not what you were expecting it's-"
"I didn't think you could get hotter I'm sorry I need a second." You cut him off.
Leon laughed slightly, the worry settling into his voice once again gone. "Really?"
"Yeah really." You replied, probably snarkier than needed. "I fully expected this to be a we fuck and I sneak out in the morning thing. Now I have the hottest fucking man I've seen laid in front of me and I can't think of what I want to do with what has to be a reward for something in a past life." You rambled, only cutting yourself off to breathe.
With some newfound confidence from your words he brought his hands towards you once again. Leaning up slightly he managed to guide your shirt off, leaving you in only the bra you were starting to wish was fancier now.
He kept his hands on you, holding your waist to keep you still where you sat on his pelvis. His thumbs started to trace random shapes against your skin as you started to slow your breathing.
"We have all night." Leon whispered. "You can do whatever you want, every single thing you want I'm yours for."
You took a second to compose yourself from his words. Moments later you finally undid your bra, dropping it onto the floor next to his bed. His teeth sunk into his bottom lip as he stared at your breasts, his hands twitched upward, hardly stopping himself.
"Like the view?" You giggled, bringing your hands back down to trail across his chest.
"I'd be an idiot not to." His voice was deeper than before, a slightly strained tone as he continued to look up at you.
"Does your job allow marks not caused by psychos?" You asked, a plan of the night starting to form in your head.
Leon laughed, the act shaking him and causing you to almost lose your balance. He whispered a small apology, helping to steady you before stopping.
You moved yourself back, allowing you to comfortably lean down and press a kiss against his collar bone once again. His cock twitched beneath the pants he still begrudgingly had on, pushing it into your stomach with the new position.
You took your time, his words echoing in your head. You wanted to map out every scar, feel how every one felt beneath your lips. An intimate act no doubt but something that felt painfully necessary.
Leon had no complaints. Letting out slight groans when your lips grazed across newer scars, sinking into the mattress at the older. His hand came to rest against the back of your head, applying no pressure as you moved.
Once you were confident that your lips had touched every uncovered scar, you started to move lower. Leon didn't react until your hands landed on the worn belt buckle, looking up at him with an expression he hadn't seen in what felt like a lifetime.
"You're pretty close." He whispered, keeping his eyes on yours. "These pants aren't as thick as they seem, not much separation."
"I'd prefer if there wasn't any." You quipped back.
He whispered something, not loud enough for the syllables to reach your ears. But he nodded, taking a deep breath as your hands made quick work of the belt that could've been older than you.
It didn't take long for you to be face to face with his boxers, the bulge inches from your lips beneath the dark fabric. Testing the bounds you pressed your lips against it, hearing a loud groan from the older man.
The noise spurred you on, dragging your tongue across the fabric slowly. You watched as Leon shook, hand clenching into a fist against his sheets.
"Still think we have all night?" You asked, your voice dripping in sarcasm.
"I'm not in my twenties sweetheart. "It'll take a lot—fuck—a lot to get me across that finish line." His words were interrupted as you dragged your finger along the outline of him.
All you did in response was smirk, liking the idea of a challenge. You hooked your finger beneath the waistband and slowly pulled it below his cock. Leon let out a groan, shifting his hips enough to allow you to pull the boxers lower.
His cock was heavy, somehow larger than you believed. You could see it twitch under your gaze, making the allure only that much more intense.
The skin felt warm under your lips, even with the gentle touch. Leon's fingers dug into your skull for a split second before relaxing.
"You really enjoy teasing don't you?" He whispered, eyes burning into yours as you looked up.
You laughed, deciding to run your tongue along the base of him instead of replying. He muttered something under his breath as you continued your movements. His hips bucked slightly making you gasp.
"I think you enjoy my teasing." You spoke up after a few minutes of the action.
Leon groaned, obviously growing impatient at the slow movements. It didn't take much until you wrapped your lips around him, slowly sinking your mouth down onto his cock.
Curses flew from his lips, his eyes locked on you. You kept yourself steady, trying to focus on his gaze as you bobbed your head along him.
"Fuck, sweetheart, you're good at this." The hand on your head didn't budge despite the other clenching the sheets; still acting as a simple reminder of the touch. "Should let me do the same."
You pulled back at that, creating a popping sound that made you cringe but seemingly did wonders for him.
"Do you want to?" You asked, staring up at him still.
"Been thinking about it for hours now." He chuckled, sitting up slightly, resting on one of his elbows.
"Do you even remember how?" You joked, laughing as he scoffed. "Sorry sorry. I'll let you if you beg maybe."
It was a joke, it was very clearly a joke. Part of you was starting to wonder if he didn't really understand sarcasm, the only humor he could comprehend being those silly quips he kept making early.
Since he did beg, or ask very nicely really. He pulled you up carefully, sitting you on his thighs. There wasn't an ounce of shame in his words which shocked you, but at this point everything about him did.
"Will you, please, let me taste you?" He started, eyes burning into your own. "However you want, I'm yours to use tonight."
Hearing those words in the deep gruff voice of Leon Kennedy had your breath stop. You had to regain your composure before nodding.
Without a word you stood up. You quickly pulled down your pants, trying to ignore how awkward it was to do with an audience. Leon sat up as you managed to finally get them down your legs, underwear following.
You made your way back to the bed, sitting next to him and pressing a soft kiss against his lips before leaning back against the pillows with a wink.
He caught on, climbing on top of you almost instantly. Leon reignited the kiss, still allowing you to control the pace. His hands started to roam your body, never staying in one place for too long as they traveled lower.
You gasped into the kiss as a rough hand ghosted over your cunt. He groaned as a finger easily slid through your folds. The tip of one of them pressed against your entrance.
Leon pulled away from your lips, just enough to allow his hand between the two of you. You felt your heart skip as brought his finger to his lips, licking the remnants of you off with a moan.
"Can you slap me?" Leon asked suddenly. You gave him an odd look, a whiplash of emotions going through you. He caught on smirking slightly before he spoke. "Need to make sure I'm not dreaming, since you taste like one."
"Oh my god!" You laughed, shoving him away from you.
He joined, finding humor in his own joke. He continued chuckling as he leaned towards you again, pressing his lips against your chest.
Slowly he moved lower, looking up at you every so often as he did. Just as you were about to plead with him to do something, his lips finally moved towards your core.
He first kissed your inner thigh, looking up at you until you nodded permission. You felt his breath against your entrance, almost wanting to scream in desperation.
"Leon." You whined, hand flying to his hair, barely resisting pulling him towards you.
"Feel okay?" You nodded.
That was enough for him. His tongue ran along your slit, nose budding into your clit. Somehow, you think, the position didn't seem close enough for the man. As just as soon as he started, he was pulling your legs to rest on his shoulders.
He increased his intensity, getting more comfortable in his abilities the longer this went on. You could feel him moan against you, the vibrations aiding to the burning coil starting to form in your stomach.
"Don't be afraid to hurt me." Leon whispered, bringing his hand to rest against yours where it resided in his hair. "I can take a lot." He laced his fingers with yours, tightening your grip on his hair before forcing you to pull him closer.
You gave in, tugging harshly at the blond locks as he tried to devour you. Your thighs started to try and close around his head; Leon smiled against you the hand that was on your thigh unmoving, no attempt to stop you.
"So close—shit Leon don't you need to breathe?" You moaned, almost unable to finish the question
He shook his head, the movement barely noticeable due to the grip you had on him. He said something, muffled far too much by you and the noises being made by his mouth.
He didn't even move when you came, completely unwavering as you dug your nails into his scalp. Every move of his tongue was calculated, working your through your orgasm until you pushed him away.
Leon didn't stray far. While he followed your lead, his mouth moved from your sensitive pussy to your thighs. He pressed soft kisses against the plush skin, trying to ignore the weird feeling of your cum on his face being spread across your skin.
"How'd I do?" Leon asked, slowly kissing his way back up your torso.
"How do you think?" You laughed, trying to sit up on your elbows to better look at the man while catching your breath.
"Can you say it, please?" His voice got quiet, eyes closed.
You took a second, trying to take in the pitiful look that had formed across the mans face. The way the light was shining on the both of you accentuated the grays littering his stubble and now messy hair.
Part of you didn't want to give him what he wanted just to tease, the other part just couldn't believe he did, really want it. Having a man twice your age, begging you for praise was not in any fantasy you'd ever had; it should've been.
"You did such a good job, being so good for me baby." You coo'd, catching yourself slightly off guard by how effortlessly it came out.
That seemed to be exactly what the older man wanted to hear. A smile spread across his face and the bright blue eyes met yours again. He moved further up your body, not stopping until his lips were inches away from yours.
"Do you still want to do this? We can stop now if you want." Leon whispered, breath hitting your face with every word.
"I think I'll die if you don't fuck me honestly." You tried to prove your point by guiding his hand back down to your cunt, making him feel how wet you still were.
Without looking away from your eyes, he pushed his middle finger into your entrance, slowly pushing it deeper until he couldn't any more.
He rested his forehead against yours as he slowly pumped the finger into you, much slower than needed. You wanted to whine, to try and make him move faster; but, he looked focused.
You felt his cock twitch against your thigh as he finally added a second, thick, finger into you. The stretch had your head thrown back for a moment, pulled back up by Leon's other hand.
"Keep your eyes on me, please sweetheart." The words made you feel like you were on fire, the weirdly intimate feeling from before coming back.
All you did was nod, trying your best to keep your head level against his, eyes staring into his. The eye contact was difficult, but you were reeling in his desperation to please you, to be good for you, that you managed.
"Leon please just fuck me already." You groaned, trying to push against his fingers.
"What if you're not ready yet? I don't want to hurt you."
You sighed, watching that submissively self deprecating look take over his features. It was a sweet worry, but you were far too desperate to appreciate it right now.
"Leon." This time your voice was harsher. His eyes went wide at your tone, better showing how blown his pupils were. "Thought you were going to do whatever I wanted?" You did your best to keep your voice stern.
"I am, aren't I?" He asked, voice low with worry.
"I asked you to fuck me, and you argued." He tried to speak, immediately caving when you shushed him. "So unless you don't want to, I don't see why you aren't listening to me." Your voice wavered slightly, but he didn't seem to notice.
"I do, want you so bad." His fingers quickened, thumb now slowly gliding across your clit.
"Then be a good boy and do what I ask, okay?"
Leon pulled away, nodding with record speed. He pulled his fingers out of you, bringing the hand to his mouth. You expected a repeat of earlier, but instead Leon spit in his palm, hand shooting down to his cock seconds later.
You looked down, watching as his hand ran across his shaft. It wasn't long before he rested the tip against your cunt, pressing against your entrance.
He looked up at you again, a questioning look on his face. The second you nodded he pushed himself into you. He moved slowly, allowing you to feel every inch of his large cock as it stretched your walls.
The second his hips were flush against you he paused, partly for your own comfort, but mostly to regain his cool. His breath was fast, it was memorizing watching the way his chest fell so fast.
"Let me know—know when to move." Leon stammered, his voice somehow deeper than before.
"Move, please." You whined.
Leon listened. He started slow, barely pulling out before pushing back in. His pace was slow, but the drag of his cock along your tight walls made it feel more intense.
You took in the view of him above you as he increased his speed. The way sweat was glistening off his chest with the light, the concentrated look settled deep within the wrinkles by his eyes.
You were able to keep your eyes on him until his thumb came down to your clit, matching the pace of his thrusts.
"God sweetheart you feel perfect." Leon moaned, ducking his head until it rested in the crook of your neck.
"So do you fucking hell." You whined, trying to fuck yourself against his cock. "Can you go harder?" You asked between moans, not wanting to push the man.
Leon laughed against your neck. He pulled back for a second, just enough to look you in the eyes before replying.
"Anything you want from me is yours." He whispered.
He didn't give you a second to take in the heaviness of the words. Instead, he pulled himself out of your cunt, leaving the tip inside. Instantly he pushed back in, repeating the act over and over again causing you to scream as you threw your head back into the pillows.
You heard him say something but the words didn't register. He leaned down towards you once again, lips pressing against your shoulder as he continued the brutal pace.
He shifted his hips slightly, managing to angle himself enough to push his cock perfectly into your g-spot. You felt him grin at your reaction, moaning as your thighs tightened around his waist.
"Fuck Leon, I'm close." Another whine, only making the man thrust harder.
"Me too honey me too." You could feel his cock twitching against your walls. "Need you to loosen your legs so we can."
You shook your head, tightening the hold you had. Leon let out a disapproving grunt, and yet he made no effort to push against you.
"Don't worry about it, wanna feel you." You whispered, clenching your walls around him.
"God you're dangerous." He almost laughed, cutting himself off with a groan.
It didn't take long until you came, pulling Leon closer to you as your vision started to go white behind your eyes. You couldn't make out the words he was saying, but you could feel his lips moving against your skin.
Through the haze you heard him groan, hips stuttering and a warm feeling washing over you as he came deep inside of you. You felt his cum start to leak out as he slowly pulled away.
Leon's hand slowly traversed down, brushing against your leaking hole making you shiver with senestivity. His index finger slowly swiped across the combination of you both, collecting it on his skin before pushing it slowly back into you.
He shushed you as you whined, weakly pushing away from him due to the stimulation. His lips met yours in a soft kiss, smiling into it as you both calmed down.
"You're so hot." You whispered, finally catching your breath.
Leon laughed, laying down beside you on the bed. He was quick to pull you against him, your head now resting against his chest.
"You're the hot one sweetheart." He mumbled, pressing a kiss into the top of your head.
You groaned, annoyed that he wouldn't accept the compliment but far too tired to put up a fight. His arm wrapped around your waist, holding you close to him.
"Next time I'm buying the drinks, okay?" Leon joked just as you were falling asleep.
✮ synopsis: having your dad's best friend leon kennedy around was always a blessing and a curse. what started out as innocent admiration spiraled into something more than just a crush. coming home to your dad's for summer break, his presence eventually becomes too much for you to handle and your restraint finally snaps. based on this tweet.
✮ warnings: large age gap (leon is 49, reader is in college), female reader, taboo relationship (dad's best friend), language, explicit content, dirty talk, fingering, use of pet names (baby, sweetheart, good girl), risky sex (dad asleep in the next room), unprotected penetration, explicit smut, degradation (like once), rough sex, creampie
✮ word count: 9.7k (i got carried away with this req) also lowk not proofread sry
you'd known leon kennedy for years. his presence was a common occurrence at your dad's house for as long as you can remember. he was your dad's best friend, a quiet man that held his trauma close to his heart and locked away much like your father. the pair were close buddies, having gone through extensive military training together and the events of literal hell on earth breaking loose, eventually forming a bond that was unbreakable.
whenever leon was in town between missions or government assignments, he'd always show up with a six-pack of beer or a bottle of decent bourbon, settling into the comfort of the living room couch as they talked. it was endearing to watch, seeing them laugh loudly about old stories from their past, or just sitting in a comfortable silence watching whatever game was on.
you'd grown up watching leon from the sidelines. as a kid, he was like a cool uncle who'd sneak you cookies sometimes when your dad wasn't looking. it was innocent. but somewhere between high school and college, that admiration shifted into something akin to attraction.
leon was pushing fifty now, but as time moved on it seemed as if he could only get more attractive. broad shoulders, killer jawline, huge, bulging biceps that you itched to sink your teeth into. and his eyes— those sharp, piercing blue eyes that seemed to notice everything. it all lingered in the back of your mind at night when your body begged for sleep.
conveniently enough, after you wrapped up your finals for the spring semester, you asked your dad if you could come home for summer break. he was ecstatic, of course. he was always over the moon to see his baby girl he'd watched grow into a competent young woman. so when you called and told him you wanted to stay for the summer, he was more than willing to accommodate you. while you were also excited to see him and finally relax from the stress of being a college student, you'd be lying if you said leon wasn't part of the reason you packed your bags so quickly.
as such, it came to no surprise whenever he'd just be downstairs whenever you came down from your bedroom. leon would show up often to share a drink with him, watch some random game on the television, or simply just talk. oftentimes when leon visited, you'd find yourself lingering in the kitchen longer than needed, purposefully slowing your movements to just admire him while he talked to your dad about whatever.
and that was precisely what you were doing right now. you weren't paying attention to any of the words leaving his mouth. you were too busy salivating over the way his biceps clung to his too-tight compression shirt as he raised his glass to take a short sip of the bourbon he'd poured.
despite leon being much, much older than you, you couldn't help but fantasize about him in a way that'd make even the devil himself blush. you knew it was wrong. forbidden, even, but the pull you felt towards this man was unlike any other. no charming frat guy or random on campus your age could make you feel the way you felt about leon. he was off-limits, but perhaps that was precisely one of the reasons why you felt so drawn to him.
"what are you lookin' at, honey?" your dad suddenly asks, and your hand stills, tightly gripping the spoon you'd been using to mindlessly stir the parfait you'd adorned with blueberries shortly before. you shift your gaze to him, hands clammy as you come up with an excuse for your shameless staring. he was seated next to leon at the island, offering you an amused smile as he watched you set the spoon down on the counter.
"uh... nothing, dad. just a little tired." you fib, wiping your hands on the hem of your tank top, hoping neither man would notice the slight tremor in your fingers. your dad let out a hearty chuckle, completely oblivious to the true reason why your gaze had been locked onto the man next to him.
"just tired, huh?" your dad teases, shaking his head with fond exasperation. "college kickin' your ass that bad?" he jokes, reaching over the counter to steal a blueberry from the edge of the parfait you'd been preparing (a late-night snack you claimed you wanted), popping it into his mouth without a care in the world. "maybe you're just getting old like us." he says, nudging leon's arm with his elbow while winking at you playfully.
leon didn't laugh right away, instead his piercing eyes shift from his glass of bourbon to settle on you. the look he gave you was brief, but it left an impression so profound that it made your breath hitch ever so slightly. god, the effect he had on you was ridiculous. his jaw flexed once, the sharp line it catching the warmth of the overhead light fixture as his lip curled up into an amused smirk.
"yeah. college can do that to you, kid." he says, a low chuckle leaving his throat, "but some things age you even faster." he admits, the comment was wrapped in humor, the kind of dry, self-depreciating joke that fit right in with their usual banter. you stifle a laugh, biting the inside of your cheek as you smile down at your parfait that was beginning to turn into room-temperature slop.
your dad's laugh fills the kitchen again, easy and warm as he reached over and snatched yet another blueberry. "listen to this guy," he says, shaking his head as he pops it into his mouth, "talking like he's ancient. you're not that old, leon. hell, you've still got more hair than me." he says, and you can't help the fond smile that breaks out on your face from his ridiculousness. he was definitely drunk.
"you want me to make you one or something?" you ask, giving him an annoyed look that was more teasing, if anything. "maybe it'll help you sober up, you drunkard." you giggle, shaking your head as you take in his expression. your dad waves you off with a dramatic groan, nearly knocking over his own glass.
"nahh, i'm good. bourbon's doing just fine. besides, if i eat any more of that fancy yogurt crap, i'll probably be up all night." he slurs, pushing back from the island, swaying a little as he stood.
"i'm gonna take this to the couch. you two kids behave in here, alright? don't let leon talk to you into any more mission stories. they get longer when he's had a few." he says, landing a firm clap on leon's shoulder as he passed, the brotherly gesture making your heart pang with a twinge of guilt.
"right, man? keep an eye on her." he says, turning on his heel and making his way to the couch. he finally settles down with a loud thump, grunting as he makes himself comfortable.
leon lets out a low, easy chuckle and shakes his head, "will do." he says, turning his attention back to you as he takes a small sip of his bourbon, the muscles in his thick biceps flexing visibly under the tight compression shirt. the kitchen fell into a heavy, charged silence the second he left. setting the glass down, his eyes meet yours and you think you might just explode.
you offer him a shy smile, shaking your head slightly and looking down at your untouched parfait. the blueish-purple pigment from the blueberries bled into the white, milky substance it sat upon, but you couldn't bring yourself to care. your pulse was hammering too hard in your ears to even think about it. leon clears his throat, and your attention turns to him again, meeting his eyes once more.
"so, how's college treating you?" he asks, a brow raised in question as he waits for your response. the simple question lingered in the air longer than it should have as you gather your thoughts.
you clear your throat, hand settling on the counter casually as you trace random shapes into the granite. "yeah, um. pretty good, not much going on. just… doing my best." you say, the words sounding a little rushed as you laugh awkwardly. leon hums, nodding as he takes in your words. he shifts a bit, resting his forearm on the counter while twirling his glass absentmindedly.
"yeah... you've always been good at that," he compliments, offering you a small smile as he stares at you intently. the moment feels oddly intimate, the way he was looking at you, the way you were looking at him— it was almost as if you were both aware of something but neither of you dared to speak up about it.
he pauses, the hum of the refrigerator and your dad already snoring on the couch the only sound breaking through the heavy silence. leon's gaze was steady, unwavering as he watched you, watched the way your hands stilled from tracing random shapes into the countertop, the way your breathing turned a little bit more rapid.
after a while, the leon finally exhaled through his nose, the sound rough. "gonna be a long summer," he murmured, exasperated, almost to himself. your brows pull together in confusion, watching as he downs the rest of his bourbon before setting it back down with a quiet clink. you opened your mouth to question him, but when he starts to move towards you, the inquiry stays trapped in your throat.
he rounded the counter in slow, deliberate steps, his tall, brooding form cutting through the small space until there was barely an arm's length left. you let out a shaky breath, eyes staring up at his focused ones as he peers down at you with an unreadable expression. he stopped just short of touching you, one large hand bracing against the cool surface of the granite beside you, caging you in without quite doing so. leon's gaze dropped to your lips for a brief second before lifting again, gaze darker than before. the restraint in his expression earlier was beginning to fray, and it was nearly impossible to pull your gaze away from him now.
"you were about to ask me something?" he says, more a statement than a question. his voice was barely above a whisper as he eyes your form which trembled slightly at the timbre in his voice. "go on. ask me, then." he prompts, and you freeze up on the spot, stuttering a bit as you struggle to maintain your composure. he was so fucking hot, you could barely contain yourself. when you stayed silent, he let out another slow exhale, the sound rough and frustrated, like he was fighting a battle he was tired of losing.
"i meant what i said," he continued, stepping a bit closer to your frame as his voice deepens. "this summer's gonna feel real long if we keep doing this little dance." he says, breath fanning over your temple carrying the faint bite of bourbon as your eyes widen. surely, surely he hadn't noticed your glances, right? it was almost too embarrassing to think about. maybe it was the bourbon talking, you think, almost trying to convince yourself.
"what... what are you talking about?" you sputter, eyes darting around as you panic slightly. he couldn't possibly mean... no. there's no way in hell he knew you'd touched yourself to the thought of him at night, imagining his large biceps choking you out while his hands explored your body. the thought makes your cheeks burn in embarrassment, suddenly feeling hot under his unrelenting gaze.
"you know exactly what i'm talking about." he cuts in, voice rough and frayed around the edges as he stares down at you. "you're a smart girl. too smart to be pretending like you're clueless." he says, and the harsh raspiness in his voice is near sinful as the thoughts you'd been having about him for years begin to rush back to the forefront of your mind.
your breath hitches, eyes finally meeting his as you take in his expression. he's clearly holding himself back for you, giving you enough room to push him away if you wanted. but he's right, you can't deny the way your stomach lurches as all the filthy, shameful fantasies you'd had about him begin to flood your thoughts as you stared at him in shock. and now he was standing right here in your dad’s kitchen, close enough that you could feel the heat of his body, smell the bourbon on his breath, see the faint sheen of sweat at the base of his throat.
leon’s gaze searched your face, reading every flicker of emotion. when you didn’t immediately deny it, something in his expression shifted— the restraint cracking just a little more. he leaned in slowly, forehead nearly resting against yours, his voice dropping to a low, sinful whisper that sent heat pooling low in your belly.
"you've been thinking about it, haven't you?" he whispered, the words slow and sinful, each one dragging across your skin like rough silk. your breath hitches, eyes widening as you realize he probably knew everything. you were mortified. "thinking about the way i'd touch you," he says, hand reaching out to tilt your chin up so you were forced to look right up at him. "the way i'd ruin you for any other guy your age..." a low, breathy exhale leaves your lips at his brazenness, lips parted in awe as you let him touch you. his thumb travelled along your jaw, the calloused pad tracing along the bone until it reaches your lower lip.
"i'd take my time with you," he starts, voice dropping even lower as he pulls his thumb down, flicking your bottom lip before it settles back in place. "start slow. get you used to how a man like me takes care of a pretty thing like you." he says, and you have to bite back a whimper at how hot the situation is. it's worlds better than you could have ever imagined. his hands pause for a second before moving lower, running his fingers down your neck and ghosting over your collarbone. the touch was feather-light, but it left a trail of heat in its wake, making your skin prickle with anticipation.
his gaze followed the path of his hand, dark blue eyes raking openly over your flushed chest, the thin straps of your tank top, and the way your breasts rose and fell with your quickened breathing. he paused there for a moment, fingers hovering just above the swell of your chest, as if giving you one last chance to stop him. "do you want that?" he asks, his eyes flickering up to your flushed face. "want me to show you how good it feels when someone who knows what he's doing puts his hands on you?"
you bite down hard on your lower lip to keep the whimper from escaping, hands sweaty as they twitch at your sides. the situation was overwhelming in the best possible way— far hotter than any late-night fantasy you’d ever allowed yourself. leon kennedy, your dad’s best friend, the man you’d secretly wanted for years, was standing in your father’s kitchen with his body pressed close to yours, his large hands exploring your skin while your dad snored obliviously in the next room. it was so sinful, but in the best fucking way possible.
"god, yes." you breathed, eyes glassy with pure need. "i can't fucking take this anymore..." you admit, eyes staring into his eyes needily, the last of your resolve shattering as you breathe heavily. his hands twitch on your chest, eyes hungrily piercing into yours as he takes in your heated confession. he inhales deeply, eyes closing briefly before his other hand slides up to cup the back of your neck, holding you in place while his mouth crashes down onto yours in a kiss that was anything but gentle.
he kissed you like a man starved, the hand resting on your chest clamping down around the swell of your breast as he pushes you into the counter with his larger body. you gasp sharply, hands scrambling for purchase on the counter behind you as he licks into your mouth with his tongue. the bitter taste of bourbon lingered as he devoured you, groaning softly into the kiss as when you whimpered against him. his body presses you harder into the counter, the thick, heavy line of his cock grinding insistently against your stomach through your jeans.
your brows pull together, hips shifting slightly higher as you ground yourself against his thick cock. he groans, pulling back from your mouth once he feels your core pressed up against his. "fuck, don't do that, baby." he grunts, hands sliding down from your chest and neck to grip your hips to halt your movements.
you raise a brow at him, hand moving to run down his veiny arm that bulges from your touch. "do what? thought you said we should stop this little dance, leon." you smirk, fingers reaching up to finally squeeze at his bicep you'd been dying to touch for years. it's meaty under your grip, and you have to bite your lip to stop from moaning at how satisfying it feels. leon huffs, clearly torn as you stare with so much desire in your gaze that it makes him want to take you right over this counter.
"fuck, you’re gonna kill me," he mutters, voice gravel-rough and barely above a whisper. his free hand comes up, large and calloused, wrapping around your wrist— not pulling you away, but holding you there, like he can’t decide if he wants to stop you or make sure you never let go. his thumb strokes once over your pulse point, right where your heartbeat is hammering wildly.
he leans in closer, so close you can feel the heat rolling off his body, the faint scent of gun oil and something darker, warmer, clinging to his skin. those blue eyes drop to your mouth for a beat too long before flicking back up, dark with warning and want.
"i did say we should stop," he admits, the words dragged out like they physically pain him. his grip on your wrist tightens just enough to make you feel it. "your dad’s twenty feet away, snoring on the couch. one wrong sound and this ends with me getting shot and you grounded till you’re forty." he knows one of you has to be rational, and as much as he wants to bend you over and have you screaming, that would be much less than ideal with your dad asleep in the living room.
"but you keep looking at me like that..." he starts, lips brushing the shell of your ear, "like you want me to bend you over this counter and fuck you until you can't walk straight. like you want me to fucking ruin you for—" he cuts himself off with a sharp exhale, forehead dropping to rest against yours for just a second, eyes squeezed shut like he’s praying for strength he doesn’t have.
"and what if i do... want you to ruin me?" you ask, eyes staring up at him pleadingly as you feel him tense against your body. his eyes shoot open, pupils wide and dangerous as he looks down at you, a low groan leaving his throat as he chuckles lowly. he was done, fucking done denying himself of you, no matter how wrong or taboo it was.
"jesus christ," he breathes, the words a half-prayer, half-surrender as he pulls back from your forehead to rake over your form. he pauses for a moment, as if he was considering every filthy thing he'd wanted to do to you tonight. "you want me to ruin you?" he asks, hands sliding back up your body and under the thin material of your shirt. "then you better be fuckin' quiet, sweetheart." he adds, hands cupping your bare breasts through your tank, and it takes everything in you to not moan.
you stare into his eyes while he fondles your breasts, hands gripping the counter behind you for purchase when his thumbs pass over your nipples. leon's breath is heavy, his eyes drinking in every reaction from you as you try to keep quiet. his right hand moves to shove your shirt above your chest, the fabric pooling near your collarbones as his stare burns into you.
"fuck, you've got such pretty tits," he confesses breathily, his large, rough hands switching from groping the soft flesh to take your pebbled nipples between his thumb and forefinger, rolling the buds between his fingers deliciously. you moan softly, eyebrows pulling together in pleasure from how good it feels. "be quiet. don't make me shut you up myself." he warns, tugging on your sensitive nipples, rolling and pinching them with just enough roughness to make your thighs tremble. the sharp sting of pleasure shoots straight down to your clit, making you clench around nothing.
when another tiny sound threatens to escape, he moves fast. one large hand leaves your breast only to clamp firmly over your mouth, palm sealing tight against your lips, muffling any noise before it can form. his other hand stays on your chest, still tormenting your nipple, twisting it slowly while he watches your eyes widen above his palm. "shhh," he hushes, voice velvety as he fondles you. "that's better. can't have you waking daddy while i play with his baby girl's pretty tits, can we?" he drawls, and your thighs press together at the riskiness of the situation. god, it was so wrong, but it felt way too fucking good for you to stop.
you nod slowly, hands gripping the counter behind you in a death-grip as you attempt to calm yourself down. he hums quietly, lowering his hand from your mouth and sliding down your hips. his other hand follows soon after, resting on your hips briefly before moving. his hands tug at the waistband of your shorts, hands pausing for a second before looking up at you for approval. you nod eagerly, and he quickly rids you of your flimsy shorts.
you're left in your panties and tank (which had been roughly pushed up by him) as you step out of your shorts and kick them to the side. there's a tiny wet spot on the front of your panties, and leon's jaw jumps at the sight.
"fuck me..." he breathes, the words rough and reverent all at once. he steps closer to you, right hand settling on your hip while his other rests on the counter behind your back. his hand on your hip dips lower, his touch making your skin tingle as he runs his fingers down your abdomen. he moves a little lower, fingers gently grazing your lower stomach, and you shiver at the touch. he pauses for a second, fingers skimming the delicate lace of your underwear before finally dipping under the wet fabric.
his fingers slide into your underwear with ease, middle finger brushing against your pulsating clit before moving lower to feel your wetness. you bite your lip, closing your eyes briefly to focus on not making any noise. leon exhales deep, his breath catching in his throat as his fingers glide through your folds. "jesus... you're fucking drenched," he groans under his breath, the words barely audible. his fingers drag through your wetness again, collecting the slick on his fingers before ghosting over your throbbing clit again. "this how badly you wanted me to ruin you? huh? bet no guys your age could ever get close to getting you this fucking soaked."
a moan threatens to spill from your lips at his filthy words, but you swallow it down. your pussy clenches from his touch, threatening to pull his fingers inside as you let out a shaky exhale. he circles your clit with the pad of his middle finger, slow, agonizing circles that make your hips buck against his hand. he dips them lower again, finally pushing two thick fingers inside you in one deep stroke. you accommodate them enthusiastically, pussy clenching around the digits as he curls them upwards.
"tight little thing, aren't you?" he says, pressing a soft kiss to your temple as he watches his fingers disappear into your cunt under your panties. his eyes take you in, the way your chest heaves up and down under his ministrations, the way your nipples tighten from the cool air in the kitchen... it was almost unreal. his thumb stretches upward to rub tiny circles into your clit, the bud pulsing painfully as his fingers set a steady pace inside you.
you suck in a breath, head turning to the side to bury your face into his chest while your right hand grasps onto his shoulder for purchase. leon hums lowly, cock straining against his pants as he feels you tremble against him. he can feel every pulse of your clit, every flutter of your tight walls around his fingers and it's driving him insane.
"fucking hell," he whispers, the strain in his voice thick and raw as his cock twitches against the front of his jeans. "can only imagine how fucking tight you're gonna be when you cum on my cock. shit, you're gonna kill me, baby." he groans, thumb pressing harder against your clit as he fucks his fingers impossibly deeper into your leaking hole. your slick is practically coating his hand, but he doesn't fucking care. all he's focused on is making you cream around his fingers for the first time.
his fingers speed up drastically, and you have to bite your lip to control your moans. your nails are practically digging into his shoulder, tears pricking at your eyes as you feel a pit begin to form in your stomach. he curls his fingers in deep, delicious thrusts that hit that perfect spot over and over, thumb rubbing firm, steady circles on your swollen clit. he angles his wrist just right, fucking you a little harder, a little faster, pushing you right up to the edge of your orgasm.
leon's free hand wraps around your shoulder, pulling you against his solid chest so you can muffle every shaky breath and broken whimper into his shirt. his lips brush the top of your head, then drop down close to your ear, "you gonna cum?" he asks softly, pressing a short kiss to your temple. you nod against his chest, legs shaky as he digs his thumb into your sensitive clit.
leon feels your frantic little nod against his chest and the way your pussy suddenly clamps down hard around his thick fingers, and it rips a low, guttural sound from deep in his throat. "yeah?" he breathes, voice strained and dark right against your ear. "gonna cum right here on my hand while your dad's in the next room asleep?" he whispers, and your eyebrows pull together from how filthy it all sounds.
his fingers don’t slow down— they fuck you harder, faster, curling relentlessly against that spongy spot with every thrust while his thumb grinds down firmly on your swollen clit, rubbing tight, merciless circles. "go on then," he whispers, coercing you to finally fall apart on his fingers. "show me how fucking good it feels." he says, fucking his fingers deeper into your twitching cunt.
your pussy clenches harder around him, harsh, ragged breaths leaving your lips as you finally cum on his fingers. your legs nearly give out as your orgasm rakes over you explosively, walls clamping down on his fingers violently while your clit throbs under his thumb. you press your face into his chest deeper, a tiny, quiet moan leaving your lips as you writhe in his hold. leon rubs small, barely there circles into your clit to drag your orgasm out as long as possible, watching in delight as you breathe hard into his chest.
"fuck, that's right," he whispers, slowing his pace down a bit as you twitch from the overstimulation creeping up on you. "good fucking girl... only i can make this tight little pussy cum this hard, huh?" he says, hand coming up to smooth over your hair, letting you tremble and ride your intense orgasm out while your muffled whimpers disappear into his shirt. only when your thighs begin to close in on his hand does he finally ease his fingers out of your wet cunt, patting your pussy softly before slipping them out of your panties.
your breath is hot as you pant into his shirt, trying to catch your breath from the intense orgasm he just gave you. you slowly move from his chest, hand gripping his shoulder tighter for support as you look into his eyes. leon’s eyes darken even more as he pulls back enough to look at your face— you're wrecked, lips swollen from biting them so hard, eyes dazed with faint tear streaks visible on your cheeks. he can't help the way his cock twitches in his pants upon knowing you were crying from how good it felt. it did something to him, made him carnal, hungry, desperate with the need to fucking ruin you.
"fuck," he grunts, thumb coming up to caress your cheek, looking into your eyes with a new, primal hunger stirring within him. "you have no idea what this does to me, baby." he confesses, fingers pressing against your lips as he shoves his cum-slicked fingers into your wet mouth. you eagerly take them, glossy eyes looking up at him as you suck on his fingers.
"that's right..." leon’s voice drops into something even darker, rougher, as he watches you suck so eagerly on his cum-slicked fingers. "such a dirty fucking girl, letting an old man like me have my way with you." he pushes his fingers a little deeper, pressing down on your tongue, reveling in the way you swirl your tongue and suck his fingers like you’re starving for it. his cock twitches painfully in his jeans at the obscene sight. you were addictive, like his own personal brand of heroin that he couldn't stop reaching for.
"god, i'm gonna fucking ruin you." he vows, removing his fingers from your mouth slowly with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting them to your swollen lips for a moment before it breaks. you stare up at him eagerly, biting your lip as your eyes travel down to the obvious erection straining in his pants. you reach down, hand gripping his thick cock through his jeans as you palm him. he lurches forward a bit, hand reaching out to rest on the counter beside you, caging you in.
"you're so big, leon. gonna feel so good inside me..." you whisper, eyes darting up to his face as you take in his tense expression. his jaw was tight, teeth grinding with every teasing little squeeze to his cock, hands gripping the counter so hard his knuckles turned white.
"fuck," he hisses through gritted teeth, jaw clenched so hard the muscle jumps. his eyes squeeze shut for a second, fighting for control, before they snap back open. his stare was dark and primal as his eyes pierced into yours, unrelenting. "greedy little slut," he grunts, voice dangerously low as he continues, "talking like that while your dad's asleep in the other room... you really are fucking filthy, aren't you?" he degrades, and a part of you thinks you should feel offended, but you aren't. it was all too hot, all too intense for you to try and think rationally right now.
he leans in closer, forehead nearly touching yours, his hot breath fanning across your lips as you continue to palm him. you can feel how hard he is— thick, heavy, throbbing under your touch, the heat of him burning through the denim. he reaches down and grabs your wrist, stopping your teasing strokes, but he doesn’t pull your hand away. instead, he presses your palm firmer against his erection, grinding into your touch once with a quiet, frustrated sound.
"this what you fucking want?" he grits out, leaning in so close his lips brush against yours as he speaks. "want to feel how big i am? how deep i can stretch that tight little pussy?" he whispers roughly, and your lips part slightly at how filthy he's being. this was a hundred times better than any little fantasy you'd had of him in the quiet of your bedroom. leon’s eyes are nearly black now, pupils blown wide as the last threads of control begin to fray as he stares down at your parted lips and flushed face.
you could hardly believe this was real. the way he talked to you was so incredibly dirty that it made your clit throb against the fabric of your ruined panties. you breathe shakily as you gather the courage to speak, "yes, i... want you to ruin me... for anyone else." you confess, eyebrows pulling together as your glossy eyes stare pleadingly into his sharp ones. "please, leon, need your cock so bad," you whimper, hand gripping him tighter through the rough fabric. he curses sharply under his breath, a large hand grasping at your wrist to halt your ministrations.
"fuck, baby," he whispers, sucking in a sharp breath at your heated confession. he leans closer, voice dripping with lust as his lips graze the shell of your ear. "yeah? want me to wreck that sweet little pussy so good you'll forget anyone else ever existed?" he purrs, mouthing at the sensitive spot beneath your ear, breath hot and heavy against your skin. you nod feverishly, the pure filth of his words affecting you more than you'd like to admit.
he chuckles darkly against your neck, the low vibration sending shivers straight down your spine as his lips brush over that sensitive spot again, teasing with just the edge of his teeth. he finally pulls back, hands sliding down to his hips to tug at his belt. "you'll get that, baby," he whispers, unbuttoning his pants and pulling the zipper down impatiently. "i'll give you every fuckin' inch 'til that sweet little cunt's ruined for good." he says, shoving his pants and boxers down just enough to free himself.
his thick, veined cock springs free, heavy and rock-hard, the flushed head already leaking precum. he's intimidatingly big— long, girthy, curving slightly upward in a way that threatens to hit every sensitive spot inside you. he wraps one large hand around the base and strokes himself once, slowly, letting you see exactly what you've been aching for all these years. you might just pass away from how big he is alone, mouth agape as you ogle his length, breath getting caught in your throat as you struggle to compute how that was going to fit inside you.
he catches the way your eyes widen in stunned silence as he strokes himself, chest swelling with pride as he lets out a breathy chuckle at your expression. "oh, baby," he starts, voice lowering to a sultry drawl. "nobody your age been this big before, huh?" he questions mockingly, hand on his cock stilling as he reaches out to you, gripping your jaw tightly with his large hand.
his thumb presses into your bottom lip, tilting your face up so you have no choice but to keep staring into his sharp, hungry eyes while he drinks in every bit of your fucked-out expression. "don't worry," he mumbles, reveling in the way your lip quivers ever so slightly. "i'll make sure you take every inch." he purrs, releasing your jaw slowly, fingers trailing down your neck and over your collarbone before sliding possessively along your hip.
he steps a little closer, foot wedging between your bare legs to spread your thighs, the heat of his body pressing against you as his deft hands trail lower. his fingers hook into the waistband of your soaked panties, and he tugs them down your legs impatiently. the drenched fabric peels away from your slick, puffy folds with a wet sound that makes his eyes darken even more. you step out of them once they reach your feet, kicking the ruined scrap of fabric next to your abandoned shorts he discarded earlier.
his gaze drops to your now completely exposed cunt, glistening and swollen, practically weeping for him. a low, appreciative groan rumbles deep in his chest, vibrating through the space between you as he takes in every shiny, puffy inch of your dripping pussy. "fuckin' beauty," he says, admiring your soaked cunt that flutters around nothing as he spreads you open with his fingers. "so fucking pretty, baby... this little cunt was made just for me, huh?" he teases, thick fingers dragging slowly, deliberately through your drenched folds, parting them with a wet, obscene glide that makes your hips twitch.
the slick sounds are louder than you'd like in the quiet room as he circles your swollen clit once before dipping lower to tease your entrance, pressing just the tip of one finger inside you only to pull back and spread your arousal everywhere. "greedy girl," he whispers, the words hot against the nape of your neck before he pulls back, his breath sending shivers racing down your spine. he nips at the sensitive skin there before pulling back just enough to look down between your bodies again.
his hand sneaks under your thigh, strong hands hooking it up and over his hip, opening you up to him as he steps in closer. you grip the counter behind you for balance, the leg that was planted on the floor already wobbly from your previous orgasm. the blunt, leaking head of his thick cock presses right against your slick entrance, your walls immediately fluttering from just the ghost of his tip nudging at your folds. he grunts quietly at your neediness, hand on your thigh gripping the supple flesh tighter.
"listen to me," he starts, voice dropping into that dangerous tone that sends a shiver racing down your spine. "i'm only gonna say this once, baby." he reinforces, free hand gripping the base of his cock to line himself up with your dripping hole. "the louder you are," he warns, each syllable slow and deliberate, laced with dark promise, "the rougher i get." your breath hitches at the threat, hands trembling as you gulp thickly. you nod, exhaling shakily as you condition yourself in your mind to be quiet.
he presses the blunt, swollen tip right against your dripping hole, rubbing it up and down through your slick in lazy, torturous strokes, coating himself in your wetness and letting you feel the heavy weight and heat of him right there. the fat head nudges and slides over your swollen clit, then drags back down to kiss your tight hole again and again, spreading your arousal everywhere until his entire length is shiny and slick with you. every slow pass makes your thigh tremble against his grip, letting out a quiet, impatient whine at his teasing.
"remember what i said," he reminds you, voice gruff and demanding. "be a good girl and keep those pretty sounds quiet for me." with that warning hanging in the air, he finally stops teasing. he grips your thigh harder, fingers digging deep into the soft flesh, and pushes forward in one slow, relentless motion. the thick head breaches your entrance with a wet pop, stretching you wide as he sinks the first few inches inside your tight heat. the burn is immediate and intense, your walls forced to accommodate his massive girth.
your throw your head back in pleasure, a silent cry leaving your parted lips as you brace yourself against the counter, knuckles turning white. you can feel every vein, every ridge dragging against your sensitive walls, and it makes your thighs tremble violently. a broken, shaky exhale leaves you as he keeps pushing, sinking more of his thick cock inside you. your eyes flutter shut for a second, brows pulling tightly together as the overwhelming fullness makes your stomach tighten. you’ve never felt anything like this. never felt so stretched, so full, and he’s not even all the way in yet.
a tiny, helpless whimper slips out before you can stop it, the sound barely audible, trembling in the back of your throat. "leon…" you whisper brokenly, voice cracked and barely there, eyes fluttering open just enough to look up at him with glassy, pleading eyes.
the moment his name leaves your lips, leon’s hips stutter for half a second. his sharp blue eyes darken instantly, pupils blown wide as he stares down at your wrecked expression. his grip on your thigh tightens almost painfully, fingers digging deep bruises into your soft skin. "shhh, baby," he grunts quietly, voice low and dangerous against your ear. "i told you to be quiet." but even as he warns you, he doesn’t stop. instead, he pushes forward again, forcing another thick inch into your fluttering cunt. the wet, obscene sound of your slick coating his cock fills the small space between you as your walls stretch even wider around him.
you whimper again, softer this time, biting down hard on your lower lip until you taste copper. tears prick hot at the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming stretch. your pussy clenches hard around his heavy length buried inside you, sucking him deeper even as it struggles to take him. "leon... can't, 'stoo much.." you gasp quietly, voice barely a whisper, hands gripping the counter impossibly tight.
your words dissolve into another quiet, broken whimper as he rocks his hips and sinks the rest of the way in with one final, devastating thrust. he bottoms out completely, hips flush against yours, every long, girthy inch of his cock buried to the hilt inside your tight, dripping pussy. the blunt head presses hard against your cervix, the fullness so intense you swear you could feel him in your stomach.
your hands scramble from the counter to clutch desperately at his shoulders, nails digging into the tight fabric of his compression shirt. your leg shakes uncontrollably where it's hooked around him, pussy gushing slick around his cock from how full you are. leon groans lowly, forehead pressed to yours as he stills, letting you feel every throbbing inch of him buried inside you.
"goddamn, you feel perfect," he rasps, lips brushing against yours. "pretty pussy’s ruined now, isn’t it?" he says, a low, broken mewl slipping from your lips the second he starts pulling his hips back, dragging every thick vein and ridge along your sensitive walls until only the swollen head remains stretching your entrance.
before you can complain, he slams back in with one powerful thrust, burying every inch to the hilt in a single stroke. the wet slap of his hips meeting yours is quiet but filthy. your eyes roll back, a silent cry catching in your throat as the blunt head kisses your cervix again, the fullness so intense it makes your belly tighten.
leon’s hand quickly clamps over your mouth again, large palm sealing tight against your lips, muffling any sound before it can escape. his sharp blue eyes bore into yours, dark and dangerous. "be quiet," he warns, voice rough and dripping with dark promise as he rolls his hips into your needy cunt, "or i’ll have to get real rough with this pretty pussy while your dad’s sleeping in there." you nod frantically against his palm, eyes glassy and wet with unshed tears. he hums in satisfaction, still keeping his hand firmly pressed to your mouth as he resumes his thrusts.
he starts slow at first. long, deep strokes that pull almost all the way out before sliding back in, forcing your walls to stretch wide around his girth again and again. each thrust punches the air from your lungs. the thick head of his cock drags against that sensitive spongy spot inside you, then presses firmly against your cervix on every stroke. his thrusts are relentless, almost painful, but the pleasure is so sharp it makes your thigh shake where it's hooked around his waist.
"so fucking tight," leon grits out, voice low and strained right beside your ear. "pretty pussy needed this stretch, huh, baby?" your walls flutter hard around his thick cock at the filthy praise, clenching down so tightly it draws another low groan from his chest. you can feel every inch of him, every vein pulsing inside you, the slight upward curve pressing firmly against your walls before the blunt head kisses your cervix again and again.
you nod eagerly against his palm, a muffled, desperate sound vibrating against his hand. your pussy clenches around him, fluttering and pulsing as the coil in your belly winds tighter and tighter. your neglected clit throbs painfully between your folds, sending little electric jolts through your core with every grind of his hips.
leon chuckles darkly against your ear, the sound rough and satisfied. "yeah... that's what i thought." he murmurs, voice dripping with lust as he rolls his hips in a slow, grinding circle, making his cock shift deep inside you. "been aching for a real man’s cock, haven’t you? no boy your age could ever fill you up like this."
he pulls back almost all the way, letting you feel the aching emptiness for just a second, before slamming back in with one deep, powerful thrust. the wet slap is quiet but obscene. your eyes roll back again, a silent cry catching in your throat as the sudden fullness punches the air from your lungs. "shhh, easy baby," he whispers, lips brushing the shell of your ear while his hand stays sealed over your mouth. "keep quiet for me, now. you’re doing so good… taking every inch like you were made just for me." his praise makes your pussy flutter even harder around him, each thrust dragging heavily against every sensitive ridge inside you.
his hand gripping your thigh reaches down to rub tight, hard circles into your clit, the sensitive bud pulsing under his thumb. you nearly let out a whine, but leon's hand on your mouth reminds you that you can't, a silent reminder of his dominance. his fingers press firmer over your mouth as he feels you flutter around his cock, a low, approving growl rumbling in his chest.
he doesn’t let up. the rhythm of his thrusts stay deep and punishing, pulling back until only the thick, swollen head stretches your entrance, before driving back in with that same brutal snap of his hips. each thrust forces another wet, filthy sound from where your bodies meet, the obscene slide of him filling you completely, over and over, the heavy weight of his balls tapping softly against you with every thrust.
his thumb keeps working your clit in relentless, tight circles, never slowing, even as your thigh starts to tremble violently. the pressure builds fast and vicious, that aching coil tightening low in your belly until your vision starts to blur at the edges and fresh tears slip down your cheeks.
leon leans in closer, lips grazing the sensitive skin just below your ear as he whispers, hot and filthy, "you gonna cum again for me like this? gonna cream all over my cock while i keep you quiet?" he angles his hips just right on the next thrust, grinding the fat head of his cock hard against that spongy spot deep inside you while his fingers pinch and rub your swollen clit in perfect, merciless sync. your eyebrows pull together in sheer pleasure, glossy eyes staring into his as you listen to his filthy words.
"yeah? gonna let daddy’s friend fucking wreck you right here in the kitchen?" your pussy clenches violently around his thick cock, walls fluttering and spasming as another wave of slick gushes out around him, coating his shaft and making the wet sounds of his thrusts even filthier in the quiet kitchen. leon groans lowly as you clench around him, hand moving back up to press your thigh against your chest. "i think you like hearing how wrong this is. like knowing your dad’s best friend is balls-deep inside his baby girl while he's asleep on the couch."
you let out a quiet sob into his hand, pussy clamping down relentlessly against his cock as you nod desperately. you loved it, you loved how risky it was, how wrong it was, how absolutely fucking filthy he was. it was so much better than you'd ever imagined.
his thumb returns to your swollen clit, rubbing tight, fast circles that have your thighs shaking uncontrollably. the coil in your belly is on the verge of snapping, burning hotter with every filthy word he breathes against your ear. "yeah... that's it, baby," he whispers, voice rough and dripping with lust as he grinds his cock deep, the fat head bullying your g-spot without mercy. "cum all over this cock like the dirty girl you are."
the command, paired with the perfect grind of his hips and the merciless pressure on your clit, sends you hurtling over the edge again. your entire body locks up, back arching hard against the counter as a silent, shattering orgasm rips through you. your pussy clamps down like a vice around his thick length, pulsing and fluttering wildly as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you. fresh tears spill down your cheeks while you bite down hard on your lip to stay quiet, only tiny, broken whimpers escaping against his palm.
leon groans low and deep, his cock twitching hard inside your spasming cunt as he feels you fall apart around him. "fuck... yeah," he grunts, burying his head into your shoulder while he fucks you through the intensity of your orgasm. "good girl, such a good fucking girl." he praises, voice strained as he fucks you through it with slower, grinding thrusts, letting you ride out every last pulse.
leon’s low groan vibrates against your shoulder as your orgasm drags him right to the edge with you. your walls pulse and flutter around his thick cock, milking him relentlessly while slick gushes out around his shaft. the wet heat of you, the way you clamp down on him, the quiet, broken whimpers you couldn't quiet against his palm— it’s almost too much.
he keeps thrusting through your climax, slower now, deep and grinding rolls of his hips that drag every thick inch along your fluttering walls. the overstimulation makes your thighs shake violently where one is still hooked over his hip, but he holds you steady in hid strong grip, his forehead pressed to yours as he watches your face with dark, hungry eyes.
"god, you're gonna make me fucking cum," he grits out, voice wrecked and strained against your lips as he fucks you through your orgasm. your eyebrows pull together as the shocks of pleasure-pain begin to take over, soft whimpers falling from your mouth as his thrusts begin to turn sloppy. "so fucking tight... shit, i'm fucking close," he grunts, hand moving down from your mouth to gain purchase on your right hip, using it as leverage to pull you into each deep thrust.
his thrusts turn shorter, more erratic, the wet sounds of him moving through your soaked heat growing louder in the quiet room. you can feel him throbbing harder inside you, right on the cusp of his release. "god... fucking take it," he grits out against your neck, pulling your hips against his cock rougher as you bite down on your lip so hard you taste blood.
the filthy edge in his words, paired with the very real risk of your dad sleeping just down the hall, sends another rush of heat straight to your core. your pussy clenches involuntarily around him, milking his throbbing length. "shit, i'm cumming, fuck—" leon’s voice breaks into a low, strained groan as he buries himself to the hilt with one final, rough grind.
his cock pulses violently inside you, thick and heavy, flooding your fluttering walls with hot, heavy spurts of cum. you feel every pulse, every twitch of his cock as he empties himself deep inside you, his grip on your right hip almost bruising while he rocks through it. his movements push his release even further inside, a small whimper leaving you as you feel his tip kiss the deepest part inside you.
"jesus fucking christ," he moans lowly against your neck, rocking his hips slowly into your cunt as he fucks you through the rest of his high. he keeps grinding in slow circles, making sure you feel every inch of him while your walls continue to flutter and milk the last drops from his throbbing cock. "fuck, that's right, so good, so fucking good baby," he praises, pressing small little kisses into your neck where your pulse thrums rapidly as you try to catch your breath.
he stays buried deep, cock still twitching with the occasional aftershock inside your cum-filled heat. the grip on your right hip slowly eases, his fingers stroking over the flushed skin in gentle, apologetic circles where he’d held you so tightly. he pulls out slowly, the wet sound filling the quiet room as his thick cock slides free from your fluttering pussy. you immediately feel the warm rush of his cum leaking out of you, dripping down your folds and sliding down the inside of your thigh.
you wince slightly, the cool kitchen air kissing your cunt as your legs settles back down on the ground below you shakily. you huff out a breath, hands gripping the counter behind you to steady yourself before looking up at leon.
he's breathing heavily, eyes closed and brows pulled together tight as his hands rest upon the counter beside your form, caging you in. a faint sheen of sweat glistens on his forehead and along the line of his neck. after a few seconds, his eyes slowly open, heavy-lidded, locking onto yours. the intense hunger from moments ago has softened into something warmer, more intimate, though the corner of his mouth still twitches with a lazy, satisfied smirk.
"fuck..." he breathes out, voice low and hoarse. he leans in a little closer, one hand lifting from the counter to gently brush a strand of hair away from your face. "you okay, baby?" he inquires, taking in your post-orgasm haze as you catch your breath. you offer him a quiet nod, a small smile gracing your features as you stare at him. leon’s eyes linger on your face for a long moment, his thumb tracing lightly along your cheekbone.
"good," he murmurs, voice still rough but quieter now. "let's get you upstairs before your dad wakes up." he presses one last soft kiss to your forehead, then carefully pulls back. he pulls his boxers and pants up in one smooth motion, efficiently tucking himself back inside. his hands slide to your waist, steadying you as your legs continue to tremble. with gentle movements, he helps you tug your panties and shorts back up your thighs, though the fabric immediately feels the warm, sticky mess of his cum still leaking from you and soaking into the material.
"easy, baby," he whispers when you sway a little. one strong arm wraps around your lower back, pulling you against his chest for support while his other hand adjusts himself in his pants slightly. "i’ve got you." he keeps you close as you both quietly slip out of the kitchen, moving through the dark hallway on quiet feet. the living room is still quiet— your dad’s soft snoring drifts from the couch, completely unaware.
you let out a sigh of relief, the nervous thrum of your heart slowing a bit at the sight of your dad still sound asleep. leon’s hand stays firm on your waist the entire way, guiding you up the stairs with careful, measured steps until you’re safely inside your bedroom. he closes the door shut quietly, turning around to see you flopping face-first into your bed.
leon makes his way to the edge of your bed, watching the way your body sinks into the mattress, exhaustion pulling you under. the room is quiet except for your heavy breathing and his steady breaths. he reaches out and gently brushes a strand of hair from your face, the touch careful and warm. "you did so good for me," he murmurs, hand stroking your hair down where it was messily tangled. you hum, turning your head and looking into his eyes with a soft expression on your face.
"we need to be smart about this," he starts, and you purse your lips at the thought of sneaking around your dad. you nod slowly, taking in his words as you try and think of a solution. he leans in slightly, eyes searching yours. "what do you think? what do you want out of this?" he asks quietly, hand settling on your shoulder while his thumb rubs fond circles into the soft skin.
you bite your lip, thinking, then murmur, "maybe… we could start with just normal time together first. like... actual dates outside the house. and then see how it feels before we decide about telling my dad." leon’s mouth curves into a small, approving smile. he gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze.
"yeah?" he asks, a tiny smile breaking out onto his face. "we'll do that then, baby," he reassures you, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. you smile, nodding silently while leaning into his touch. your eyes flutter shut for a moment, basking in his touch as you feel your eyes get heavier.
"how 'bout you get some sleep, huh?" he suggests, and you smile softly, opening your eyes once more to stare into his, a fond expression gracing his usually hardened features. you let out a contented sigh before sitting up and pressing a firm yet soft kiss to his lips. he immediately kisses back, a hand coming up to caress your cheek softly.
leon pulls back slowly, resting his forehead on yours before speaking up, "i've gotta go back downstairs in case he wakes up," he huffs, pressing a short kiss to your pouted lips. "don't you worry, baby. i'll be over here all summer." he chuckles, and you can't help the big smile that breaks out across your face.
nier’s note 🗒️: alright so i had to jump on the age gap bandwagon guys im ngl. this was a request from a lovely anon who inspired me beyond belief! i was literally blushing and biting my lips writing this one you guys i totally got carried away. i have a hard time writing smut w/o plot because i always need to know WHY they're fucking LMAO. but yes, i got a little bit too invested i had to cut myself off at the end that's why its so abrupt. buttt i hope you guys enjoy, more to come soon:) right now i've got about 4-5 reqs in line so i'm trying to go in order or from what will take the least time like hcs. anyways, thank you for reading, more to come in the future from my silly little blog! ♡
pictures used for yn are not how she looks, but like imagine her however you want, i just wanted ther feed to look like this lowk
i am in the middle of a serious brain rot. i even made instagram accounts.
imagine resident evil being a movie franchise and obviously leon is one of the main characters in the franchise (re2, re4, re6, and later on re9).
i picture him as someone who only became an actor out of enjoyment, and he's only involved in the resident evil franchise. he's like the actor that plays jake sully in avatar.
his first movie was re2 and he took the role on at 21 (let's say for the sake of this au that his name happened to be leon scott kennedy too, or maybe the character is based off him?).
re2 ended up being a really big hit when it released in theaters. people ended up liking leon a lot (him and his character), but it was just leon playing himself honestly.
he's one of those mysterious actors you wish would make more appearances. everybody sees him every once in a full moon. they always pray capcom releases another movie just to see leon star in it or catch a glimpse of him.
however, because this isn't the actual resident evil universe, he's definitely less traumatized, his sarcastic dad jokes, come from the heart, and not from a place of trauma or to mask anything.
i'd say the personality he had during re2 carries out wistfully.
totally off social media. his publicist runs his instagram, and he lowkey has no access to it because he's not interested in it. he's very private.
now, you were in the re franchise as well. you made your first appearance in re2 as a mentioned side character of a politician that people ended up liking a lot. so they brought you back for re4 as a leading character (yippe).
now imagine the press tour of re4 (bites lip). you guys are so zendaya and tom holland during the spiderman press tour, everybody speculated but nobody had proof. but you guys aren't dating either!
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Leon Kennedy & Yn Take a Friendship Quiz | Vogue
"Hi I'm Leon Kennedy," you start, and the real Leon lets out a hearty chuckle at your joke.
"And I'm Yn." Leon says in return before continuing, "And we're going to ask each other some important questions."
"Super important
"So, why are you here?" He deadpans before you both burst out in giggles.
"And today we're taking a friendship quiz with Vogue," you finish with a playful roll of your eyes. Leon flashes a dramatically practiced smile that may look easy going to others, but sarcastic to you.
You glance at him, "You practiced that, didn't you?"
"Once," he says, waiting a beat. "For like an hour."
You snort, muttering a small 'dork'.
The producer off-camera laughs but the official video doesn't capture it, and neither does it capture his. next words. "Alright, you two. Whiteboards."
You both recover before you sit up in your chair and clear your throat. "Okay! First question: Who takes longer to get ready in the morning?"
Leon doesn't even hesitate. He's pressing his marker so hard into the board, it squeaks.
You flip your whiteboard at the same time as Leon.
Y/N
LEON
You stare at each other before, "Are you serious?" You ask. He squints at your board in disbelief, "Me? You take forever."
"I do not," You defend, already laughing, "You have, like, a twelve-step hair routine. Your hair doesn't have that little side flop naturally."
He breathes out another laugh, "It doesn't take me that long, I just flip my hair to the side."
"--In twelve steps."
Next question: Who is more likely to break character while filming?"
Leon answers quickly, again.
You, however, take a little longer, glancing at him before writing.
You flip.
YN
Leon flips his.
YN
You look down in embarrassment your shoulder softly shaking in laughter. Leon laughs under his breath. "Yeah. Thought so."
He looks at the crew before explaining, "She's terrible at keeping it together." Your head snaps up, quick to defend yourself.
"Don't do that! He's not telling the full story. He tries to make me break!" You point an accusing finger at him.
"Try?" He repeats.
"...Okay, he succeeds," you admit. He leans closer, elbow brushing yours like it's nothing. The contact suddenly making you alert of his presence.
"But you only break when it's me," he says quietly.
The tone in his voice catches you off guard, "That's not-"
"You don't laugh like that with anyone else on set," he continues, his voice laced in softness. The teasing long gone.
"You notice that?" You ask, subconsciously. PR training going straight out the window. You feel almost defenseless in the stark white studio with cameras, lighting positioned all around you, and behind those cameras and lights, there stands people operating them. Watching you both.
"I notice everything you do."
The words land heavier than they should. For a second, neither of you look away. However, remembering where you are, you look away and straighten up and break the tension.
"Next question!" A well-masked nervous laugh leaves you, "Who is more likely to improvise a line during filming?"
You don't even blink before flipping the board.
You both have LEON in big bold letters.
He nods once, satisfied with both of your responses, "Correct."
"Most of the scenes is Leon adding his own dad jokes. At our table reading, while we were looking over the script, the director told Leon to just go crazy with the one-liners."
Leon nods along with your explanation, watching you intently as you wave your arms around.
"Next question," Leon says, "Who is more likely to forget their lines?"
You both write, and flip.
Y/N.
LEON.
"Yeah, you're done," you say. "You blanked during the church AND the castle scenes."
"I'm sorry," he crosses his arms not sounding apologetic at all, "I got distracted."
"You stared at me for, like, 10 seconds."
"I was thinking."
"So, you forgot."
He tilts his head, "No, do you wanna know what I was thinking?"
You hesitate. You feel like you're entering dangerous territory. So, you play it safe.
"No, actually, I do not."
"I was trying to remember my line," he says anyway.
"I knew it."
"And also," he adds casually, "you looked really good in that scene."
You blink. "Dude, are you saying I don't look good in other scenes?" You mentally face palm yourself for accidentally slipping up, opening the gate for Leon to run your inside joke to the ground.
"No dude, no. Let's not get off track here. I didn't forget. You distracted me."
"Okay, enough! Next question."
"...Dude." He adds, laughing at your own inside joke, but you crack a smile at it because it's still funny weeks later.
Leon's eye are almost sparkling from your positive reactions to his jokes.
After a few more questions, some teasing from Leon, constant laughs from you in response to Leon, and a peek into your private lives. The producer signals to wrap up the video.
"Well, that calls for the end of our Vogue Friendship Quiz!" You set the board down to rest on the leg of your chair, to quietly clap your hands twice.
"Resident Evil 4 comes out in theaters this summer."
The producer yells 'cut', and Leon quickly stands up to help you out of your chair, stretching his hand out for you to hold.
A small gentle smile graces your lips as you accept his help. His hand moves down to your lower back, gently ushering you toward the dressing rooms.
"Well, that was fun," he says, breaking the silence.
"You just like teasing me, and seeing how I'll react to it in a room full of people."
"Yeah, but I do it to see your cheeks blush in that cute way it does."
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this was actually the first interview of the press tour, and this interview is what got people more invested in your relationship with one another.
people started making edits of this interview, and a bunch of theories began to go out about whether you two were dating secretly, or you two just really like each other. or maybe you were dating during filming, but broke up after.
people also kept pointing out leons staring problem. he's always looking at you, and people just wonder. you both seem quite comfortable with one another.
before the film came out, a lot of people would see you both in events together, some would pass it off as 'oh well public appearance', and other people (whether they were delusional or not) saw it as something more. i mean, could there be? leon's rarely seen out unless its with you, or by himself (even more rare).
but again, you guys did a film together, can't it just be some co-worker bonding?
once the film officially came out, a paparazzi picture came out of you. you were walking down the streets in a casual outfit, oversized jacket on, sunglasses on, bag hanging on the inner corner of your elbow, phone in hand and pressed to your ear, and seemingly talking to someone.
to other people this would've looked like a normal picture, however, to fans obsessed with what your relationship could mean, they zoomed in on your phone and saw the screen had a pixelated picture of what seemed to be a picture of leon.
on top of that, people seemed to recognize that jacket as a jacket previously worn by leon years ago. but there's no proof.
omg imagine a dating scandal from him and another cast member! i am sick. you guys aren't dating yet, but there's definitely tension between you both.
during group interviews maybe she's a little flirty with him, knowing leon tho, he doesn't turn her down rudely. it's just not in his nature. sure teases you and it might come off as if he's some womanizer, but deep down he's just an awkward dude, who might have a crush on his co-worker (you).
if you were to fully flirt with him he'd definitely short circuit. so imagine this girl just straight up flirting with him. ON CAMERA.
UGH IMAGINE your first kiss! is in your apartment, maybe script reading or something. leon and you like to do this thing where you get tipsy, and read out your lines in an over dramatic way.
leon tries to act like he doesn't want to, but he's the one that pops the bottle open.
but anyway, imagine you're reading the script, and somehow the conversation moved somewhere else completely. its such a soft and vulnerable atmosphere out of nowhere. and now you're close to one another, panting, eyes moving from each other eyes to your lips.
like wow.
leon's hands come up to grip your head on either side to steady you (himself). you're both trembling, and you feel your heart beat quite literally beat out of your chest. before this point, it was only dinners, and friendly chats with tension. i'd say you had become best friends with a little more in between, but never crossing the line.
you'd call each other when you needed one another, whether it was some company, or something more deep. you both begin to forget when the lines blurred between work and personal life.
just enough to know you both care about one another, whether its platonic or romantic.
and now here you both were about to cross that line. a line you cannot return from.
imagine you both close the gap and leon lets out the most shuddering breath before he completely inhales your scent into his system.
your eyes are closed, and so are his, but his eyes are furrowing in a way that would tell you he's so emotionally focused. next thing you know you're on the floor, back against the soft rug under you. leon's now hovering over you, and the kiss hasn't been broken since it started.
your starts ringing, and as you reach your hand to grab it, leon's covering yours.
LIKE WOW!!!! UGH IMAGINE WHEN RE9 COMES OUT, YOU'RE now married to leon, and you're that old married hollywood couple everyone loves.
OR IMAGINE OKAY (not canon to this AU.....hahaha unless)
leon drops off from the face of the earth after filming re4 and re6. lets say in this part of the au you never kissed or made any flirting obvious, just fleeting things.
he disappears, and he tries to reach out and vice versa and for some reason it doesnt go through so you both live out your lives unaware of the feelings you held for one another filming re2/re4.
you don;t find out until the release of re9 during an interview leon has, but you're both old now, and you have kids, divorced maybe, or even married. whatever you want to picture. and it feels like what could've been. you see him at the premiere of the new movie. <//333333333 and its like seeing him all over again. oh i am sick.
or lets say they bring you back for the re9, and you find out maybe beause leon says something about it and you're just like what i never knew you liked me. but he thought you did and never reciprocated. all the time lost </3
anyway thats mt actor au brainrot. liek idk imagine, let that sit.
✮ synopsis: you thought ‘philosophy: yesterday and today’ was a useless gen-ed requirement you could coast through. after completely bombing the exam, your professor decides to prove just how wrong you are, determined to show you firsthand exactly how persuasive a philosopher’s rhetoric can truly be…
✮ warnings: female reader, professor/student relations, porn with plot, slow-burn, sexual/explicit content, dub-con/coercion, slight humiliation kink, dirty talk, fingering, unprotected penetration, hair pulling, overstimulation, creampie, semi-rough sex, lil fluff at the end
✮ word count: 10.6k (pls it's worth it)
being a college student was not for the weak of heart. endless exams, midnight study sessions that often turned into all-nighters, and not to mention, the cost. you've had your share of failures throughout the semester— being late to class after struggling to find parking, failing an exam you already knew you were going to fail, missing the deadline of an already closed submission portal for a stupid discussion board you could care less about... the list goes on.
and as if you didn't already have enough problems, another one slams straight down on front your desk, a huge 'F' plastered in red marker gracing the white exam paper, tainting the surface with its cruelty. you suck in a sharp breath, quickly folding the sides in and praying that no one saw. you nearly zone out completely before your eye catches a small, hand-written note below the raging red letter you so badly wanted to hide from.
‘see me after class to discuss your grade.’ it reads.
great, as if your week couldn't get any worse, you'd now have to sit and endure the embarrassment of being confronted about your (now failing) grade. you had prayed that it wouldn't get to this point, holding on to your sixty-five percent for dear-life as you struggled to keep up with the mind-boggling lectures. philosophy was a class you hated more than any frustrating math course, dry comp class, or confusing natural science lab in which you itched to snatch the annoying clunky goggles off your face.
no, philosophy was different. it was the bane of your existence, and not just because of the weird, jargon-heavy terminology, or the need to memorize every philosopher in existence from b.c. to today. although you could do with developing better study habits for the class, you weren't half as motivated to even spend more than thirty minutes on it since this wasn't even for your major. alas, colleges must find a way to drain your poor pockets even more, so why not make it a degree requirement? capitalism.
as if the hate you harbored for the content of the humanities course wasn't enough, only one thing could make it a living hell. professor leon kennedy, your instructor for the duration of the semester. after coming in late for one class and duly getting marked tardy, your professor took it upon himself to make a spectacle out of you in front of the entire class since then.
he'd call on you multiple times during a class period to answer a question, to which you'd frantically stutter out some generic, bullshit answer. he'd hum as if he'd considered your answer, only to turn back around to his desk with a simple, "not quite," and then proceed to make you look even dumber by spitting out words you'd never even heard before. it was an understatement to say that you didn't like him, you couldn't stand him.
after your professor had finished passing out the last few exams and outlined what was due for next class, you all but grimaced as he dismissed everyone, knowing you'd have to stay behind. you stayed glued to your seat, heart hammering in your chest at the quiet tension present in the nearly empty lecture hall.
professor kennedy didn't look up right away. he was behind his desk, filing away a stack of papers you could only assume would be the remaining exams he has yet to grade. you scowled at his calm demeanor, his presence almost mocking as you watched his deft hands close the file cabinet.
he was tall, broad, and annoyingly composed in that white compression shirt rolled to the apex of his veiny forearms. he wore pants that somehow never wrinkled, pressed with precision and fit his frame excellently. he was muscular, biceps nearly bulging out of the too-tight shirt he wore. he was also unbelievably handsome, his icy blue-grey eyes that were always focused, dark-brown hair that framed his stupidly sharp jawline you'd see tighten every now and then. you hated how undeniably attractive he was. it just made everything worse.
"door," he says, not sparing you a glance as he tidies the rest of his desk. "pull the blinds and close it on your way over." you roll your eyes at his curtness, but you walk down from your seat anyway. the sooner this was over, the better. you couldn't stand to look at his annoyingly handsome face anymore, even more so now that you were discussing your performance in his class.
when you make it back over to his desk, he leaned back in his chair, piercing eyes locking onto yours with that same stare he used in lectures. you stood at the end of his desk, nails digging into the fabric of your sweatshirt as you wait for him to say something.
"sit." he says curtly, nodding towards the desk in the first row that sat opposite from him. you dropped into it heavily, setting your bag onto the ground next to you as you settle into the uncomfortable desk. you turn your gaze to him, wide eyes staring into his as you shuffle uncomfortably.
"sixty-two percent," he starts, the words like a gunshot ringing through the air. "down three points from your already ambitious sixty-five. at this rate, you're looking at a solid F for the semester if the final doesn't miraculously save your grade."
you winced at his sarcastic tone, mouth running dry as you muster up a response, "i know, i'm... not really great with this stuff. philosophy isn't even my major, it's just--"
"a requirement?" he cuts you off, "yes, i've heard that one before." he says sharply, eyebrows pulling together as he folds his hands over the desk. internally, you could kill him. why do some professors make it their life mission to torture students who couldn't give a fuck about their useless class? despite your thoughts, you stay quiet, not daring to say another word.
"but you showed up late, half-ass the discussion posts, and give me these vague, surface-level answers instead of engaging with the material. that's not just "not great." that is a deliberate lack of effort." he says, the words cutting deep like a knife. you bit the inside of your cheek, agitation crossing your features as you take in his words.
heat rushed up your neck and blossomed on your cheeks, feeling exposed and ashamed. you exhale in a sigh, playing with your fingers absentmindedly as you think of a response. "you don't exactly make it easy," you muttered before you could stop yourself. "calling me out like i'm some kind of example." you say, frustration and embarrassment mixing into one ugly emotion.
his expression hardened slightly, raising a brow at your brazenness. "you are an example. you come in late and zone out during lectures while the rest of your classmates actively participate. and your grade is a reflection of that." he spits, leaning forward in his chair slightly, voice dropping as his gaze bored into you, unrelenting. "i don't enjoy humiliating students. but i also don't tolerate half-measures in my classroom. not when the material actually matters.” he pauses, letting the words soak in for a moment before he continues.
you grimace, part of you wanting to snap back and say nothing about plato or socrates fucking matters when you had other important classes kicking your ass and rent to pay. but you push the thought down, taking in his words silently as you fiddle with your fingers.
he sighs, he didn't like making students feel bad at all. contrary to what you thought, he just wanted you to actually put in the effort. he studied you for a moment, something unreadable flickering behind those sharp eyes.
"here's the deal," he started, "i will give you a chance to salvage this. twice a week, my classroom, four pm. starting today, if you want to pass. bring your readings, notes— if you even have any— and you come ready to work. i will walk you through the material, and challenge you until you can actually defend an argument with logic instead of hiding behind 'i don't know.' such as that, you stop the excuses, show up on time, and engage yourself in my class." he spiels, crossing his arms over his chest as he waits for your answer.
you stare dumbly at him, sitting in your seat like a statue as you consider his offer. at this rate, there's only one right answer, because you sure as hell were going to bomb the final if you didn't lock in right now.
he speaks up once more upon your silence, "if you accept, i expect you to be prepared. if not, then i suggest you make preparations to take this class again next fall." you swallowed hard, the thought of having to take this god-awful class again making something stir in your tummy. you refused to take philosophy again, that'd be like going from regular hell to the blue part of hell. you couldn't afford that, not with your schedule, not with your wallet, and certainly not with your sanity.
"okay," you muttered, voice quieter than you wanted it to be. you forced yourself to meet his eyes, even though you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks. "i accept. i'll... try." you sigh, feeling your dignity being snatched from you with every syllable you uttered.
professor kennedy didn't smile, he simply gave you a quick nod and uncrossed his arms like he was expecting that to be your answer. damn him, you think. you glanced at the clock on the wall, it reads 3:36 pm. you hadn't eaten since this morning, your back-to-back classes not allowing for a quick stop to grab something to eat.
as if plato, socrates, and nietzsche were plotting together on your downfall for disregarding their rhetoric, your stomach makes an embarrassingly loud growl. you bite you lip and furrow your eyebrows, knowing the sound had echoed through the deathly quiet classroom. damn you nietzsche, you nihilist.
professor kennedy's eybrow twitched upwards, and for the first time, you felt like you saw something akin to amusement flicker across his otherwise stone-cold exterior.
"hungry?" he questions, voice low and dry. he didn't wait for your response. instead, he opens one of the drawers in his desk and pulls out a small, chocolate protein bar. it wasn't much, but it was something. he tossed it lightly to the desk in front of you, an unbothered expression on his face.
"eat. don't need you passing out mid-session. we have work to do." he says, nodding towards the packet in front of you. "now. plato. start talking. i'm listening." he commands, watching as you stare at him like a deer in headlights.
the protein bar sat between you like a test. your stomach growled again, quieter this time, as if it sensed food was in the vicinity. you were flushed, mortified, and now you had to explain plato while your brain was running on empty and your professor waited expectantly. you hesitated, fingers inching towards the protein bar but not quite grabbing it yet. your brain felt mushy, your nerves were shot, and the thought of diving straight into plato right now was terrifying.
instead, you cleared your throat softly and asked a question to buy yourself some more time. "um... before i explain it," you say, voice a little shaky, "can you tell me what you think is the most important part of the allegory? like, which part matters most?" you sputter out, a shy smile on your features as you swallow.
professor kennedy leaned back in his chair once more, one eyebrow arched slightly as he studied you. eyes piercing into your form as the faintest hit of a smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, as if he saw right through your attempt to stall around.
"nice try," he said, voice dry but not entirely unkind. "buying time by turning the question on me." he hums, tilting his head slightly as you stare at him with wide eyes. shit, he caught on, you think, lips pursing together as you exhale softly in a defeated sigh.
he paused for a moment, watching as you look down at the desk in defeat knowing you were probably completely clueless. he taps his finger on the desk before continuing, "but fine. i'll indulge you— this time." you look up, not expecting him to agree to answer your question. he leans forward again, resting his forearms on the desk, sharp blue eyes staring into yours in a way that makes your stomach flip.
"the most important part is the the prisoner's journey out of the cave. how painful it was for him to adjust, the confusion," he starts, the words falling from his lips like honey as he speaks expertly on the narrative. "what plato intends to tell us is that real learning... real truth... hurts." his words almost feel personal as you swallow, eyes never leaving his as he continues.
"it's not gentle, it's brutal. it's something most people don't want to face. in order to grow, you must be uncomfortable." he says, words landing heavier than you expected. you feel your mouth grow dry as you mull over his words. well, shit. maybe philosophy was more important than you thought. it actually made sense.
professor kennedy takes in your thoughtful expression, tilting his head slightly as you reflect. "that's my take. now it's yours," he says, nodding once more towards the protein bar you'd neglected. "eat something first. your stomach has been announcing it's displeasure for the last five minutes." he leans back, giving you a little more space to gather your thoughts and actually say something coherent. however, his eyes stay fixed on you, expectant and unrelenting.
"whenever you're ready. tell me what the allegory means to you. not a textbook summary. not what you think i want to hear. be honest. just think." the classroom was too quiet, the faint tick of the wall clock and the distant hum of campus life outside the windows filling the silence. you swallowed, hesitating for half a second before reaching for the protein bar he'd tossed to you like a peace offering.
the paper crinkled loudly in the lecture hall as you opened it, taking two quick, generous bites before swallowing. it was something, at least. it was enough to stop your stomach from gurgling anymore and clear some of the fog in your head.
professor kennedy watched you the entire time, one eyebrow slightly raised, but he didn't comment. he simply waited, arms crossed across his broad chest with the same patient, composed expression on his face.
taking one more bite for quick measure, you swallow down the last little part you'd bitten before setting the rest on the desk. you let out a shaky breath and forced the words out before you chickened out completely. "okay, um." you started, voice softer than you wanted, "i get what you're saying about the pain part. like... the truth hurts sometimes, and change sucks." you say, shifting in your chair uncomfortably as you try and think of a more intelligent rebuttal.
"but... i think it's a little… cruel. like, why force him out of the cave if all that waits for him is pain? it seems a little pointless. if people want to stay in the dark, maybe they should just... stay there." you winced a little at your answer, knowing it probably sounded childish or lazy to him. at least it was honest.
"um, i guess that's my take. it feels kind of hopeless, going into something and literally being blind." you trailed, fingers twitching on the desk as you shrugged awkwardly. the room is silent for a moment. professor kennedy's eyes studied you, considering your response before shifting in his seat.
then he nodded once, slowly. "not bad." he hums, and your eyes widen, expecting a completely different response. not bad? you thought you sounded so naive, but luckily all that mattered to him was that it seemed genuine. "honest, at the very least. at least you're engaging with the discomfort instead of giving me usual surface-level drivel. but your reading is... limited. you're focusing on the wrong part. the real cruelty is ignorance itself." he uncrossed his arms and leaned forward slightly, resting a forearm on the desk. his gaze is focused, steady as he stares at you, unrelenting. you let his words sink in, accepting the feedback openly now that you're actually trying.
"you say it feels pointless to force the prisoner out when they prefer the dark. but the prisoners are not choosing the shadows. they don't even know the sun exists. they've spent their lives thinking the cave is all there is." his tone dropped half a fraction, still perfectly controlled, composed and calm. "and you... you are doing the exact same thing right now." your breath hitches ever so slightly, seeing how his analogy tied back to your effort in the classroom.
damn professors, always trying to turn things into a lesson. what's worse? he was right.
he tilted his head slightly, narrowing his eyes as they held your gaze. "you behave the way you do in my class because you think it's easier than admitting the material is actually important, not just a requirement." his voice stayed low, but there was a new edge to it, something heavier that made the air between you feel thicker. his fingers tap the desk again, slow and calculated as he assesses you.
"tell me, honestly," he starts, eyes scanning your figure, "when you think i'm calling you out in class, when you sit here all defensive and frustrated... is it really plato you're fighting? or is it the fact that i refuse to let you stay comfortable in your own little cave?" he paused, letting the question sit with you like a challenge wrapped in a lesson. his greyed eyes stay locked onto yours, intense and unblinking.
professor kennedy waited expectantly on your answer, broad shoulders settling back against his chair, arms still lazily crossed on his firm chest. his blue-grey eyes didn’t waver for a second as the question hung between you, heavy and deliberate, like another layer of the text you were supposed to be unpacking.
you blink dumbly, mouth opening and closing as you try to muster up a response, but you can’t will yourself to give him an answer. you only stare down at his desk in front of you, frozen in space as you reflect on his words.
"new method," he continued, tone measured and authoritative, like he was simply adjusting the lesson plan for better results. "since sitting here across from me isn’t forcing you to feel the vulnerability the prisoner experiences when he’s dragged out of the cave, we’re going to change your position. literally." he says, your brows furrowing in confusion. his gaze never leaves yours, eyes piercing as he continues. just what does he have planned…?
"get on your knees. right here. now." he nodded, gesturing towards the side of the desk not far from where he was seated. your eyes widen in disbelief, ears hot as your heart beats faster in your throat. no way, no way this asshole was going to embarrass you like this. but your grade was at stake… hell, your degree was at stake, so you decide to follow along with whatever insane methods he had planned.
after a few tense seconds, you finally muster up the courage to rise from your comfortable seat, lowering yourself onto the floor with a soft thud. the position immediately made you feel exposed, vulnerable, uncomfortable, one might say. the way professor kennedy was seated above you staring down with that same, passive expression made your cheeks burn in embarrassment.
you resented him for making you feel so embarrassed. you lower your gaze, the position too compromising for you to maintain direct eye contact with him. your cheeks burned as you stared down at your hands which trembled in your lap, biting your lip to calm your nerves while pretending you're invisible. even then, you could feel the way his eyes bore into your unmoving frame, could feel the heat of his stare as he watched you from his seat.
he studied you quietly, taking in the nervous way you shifted, your heavy breaths, and the way your shoulders were slightly tense. "good," he said quietly, voice low as his eyes rake over your form. "now, close your eyes." he commands, and your breath hitches, slightly panicked at his request. you sputter ever so slightly, wide eyes finally meeting his as you look at him with a confused expression. he raises a brow, almost mockingly, as if saying, are you really in a position to argue with me right now?
you sigh, hands nervously fiddling with the hem of your skirt as your eyes flutter shut. your heart is heavy and pounding in your chest as you wait for his next prompt anxiously, pulse racing as you attempt to calm yourself down. the room suddenly feels smaller with your eyes closed, every sound amplified in the darkness. you hear the way his chair creaks as he shifts, the rustle of fabric, the calm, controlled rhythm of his breathing and your shallow, uneven breaths... it all feels too much for you.
professor kennedy doesn't speak right away, only lets the silence drag on while you shift uncomfortably on the floor. your fingers twist tighter on the hem of your skirt, nails digging into the fabric as you suddenly feel so exposed. every movement you make felt magnified, spectacled. it was exactly how he made you feel in class.
"better," he says flatly, voice lower, almost intimate in the deathly quiet classroom. "this is closer to the prisoner's reality. stripped of comfort, control. forced to rely on senses other than sight... on the mercy of whoever is above you." he says, and your heart is beating so fast it feels like it's about to explode. the drawl in his voice was almost sultry, like honey dripping from his lips as your thighs pressed together self-consciously.
something about how you were completely at his will made you feel tingly. despite how embarrassed you were, you could feel yourself getting aroused from how uncertain things were. you feel the air shift in the classroom. everything felt hot— too hot to be appropriate. but, you'd be lying if you said you didn't like it even a little bit. it felt sensual, being at his mercy and hanging on to his every word.
you hear him move ever so slightly, your lashes fluttering with the nagging urge to peek. you feel his presence closer to your face as he speaks up once more, "keep them closed," he reminds you in his deep voice. there's a hint of amusement in his tone now, voice low and commanding. "tell me what you feel right now. the truth." he prompts, and you suck in a breath and shakily exhale from being so put on the spot. your heart hammered in your chest, the command lingering in the air as you shift in your spot on the floor.
he waits, patient as ever, the weight of his gaze heavy even without sight. you bite your lip, jaw quivering a bit as you struggle to speak. when you hesitate, he adds softly, almost coaxing you. "speak. or i will give you a more… immersive lesson." he warns, the threat hanging the air, quiet, but lingering.
you finally speak up, voice quieter than you liked it to be, "i.. feel embarrassed. like... like you're looking at me and... there's… nowhere i can hide." you stutter out, pursing your lips at how nervous you sounded. you couldn’t pull yourself together if you tried. his presence was too overwhelming, too much for you to handle. his commands were almost impossible for you to compute in your head, brain foggy as you tried your best to focus.
a low, approving hum escapes him, and the sound sends something straight to your tummy. "good girl," he says, the praise making you jolt ever so slightly and you nearly choke on your spit. "you're learning. 'tleast you're being honest now." the praise is foreign, but it feel so nice coming from him. you shudder, the feeling in your stomach twisting into something akin to arousal. you want to hear him call you that again, to hear him praise you for your responses. it felt way too good hearing him speak to you like that.
you hear the chair roll back slightly, then the sound of him standing. his footsteps are slow and deliberate as he circles around the desk and stops in front of you. you can sense his presence, the shadow of his body in front of you behind your closed eyelids.
"hands behind your back," he orders next, and you shakily exhale at his command, breath getting caught in your throat as you sit nervously below him. "and keep your eyes closed. no peeking." he reiterates, and you don't dare to open them now.
a part of you wants to rush out of the classroom and walk out forever. it was almost too embarrassing to be worth it. but, the other half of you is painfully aware of the growing ache between your thighs and the growing warmth in your belly, and you decide against the former.
you slide your hands behind you, fingers linking, the motion forcing your chest forward slightly, your posture straightening under his scrutiny. your compliance earns a quiet sound of satisfaction from him, and you think you might just explode from how humiliating the situation is.
"that's much better. now you see how it feels to be dragged into the light, blind to your own ignorance," he says, and you feel him step ever so slightly closer, the woodsy scent of his cologne clouding your senses. "but not to worry, i'm here to guide you..." he drawls, his voice low and dark. his fingers—warm and steady—push a strand of your hair behind your ear, the touch so light and unexpected it makes you jump a little. you inhale sharply, his touch like a thousand tiny needles piercing into your skin. he doesn't pull away, instead his knuckles cascade over your jaw for a brief second, a silent reminder of who's in control.
"tell me again," he whispers, voice like smoke curling around you. "what do you feel now?" he asks, and your breath catches in your throat at the question. it was like he was dedicating his entire life to torturing you, personally. but you can't deny the wetness in your panties, and the way they clung to you as you scramble to think of a response.
the touch of his knuckles on your jaw lingers like a brand, even though his hand has already pulled away. you're hyper-aware of everything now—the cool air on your exposed thighs, the way your skirt had ridden up from the position, the faint ache in between your legs that had been building for way too long now...
"i... i feel small," you whisper, words tumbling out before you could stop them. your mouth was dry, voice slightly strained as you hold back a whine. "i'm... my heart's racing and i can't stop it..." you stutter, and you feel like you could just about explode from how vulnerable you feel right now. a heavy silence fills the space between you after your whispered confession. you can hear the faint shift of his weight, the slow tap of his shoes on the floor as he processes your words.
professor kennedy exhales slowly, the sound low and deliberate, like he’s savoring the way your voice cracked on the last word. "small," he repeats, testing the word on his tongue. his voice is velvety, close enough that you feel the warmth of his breath brush your temple. "does it make you want to hide? hm? retreat back to your little cave?" he asks, footsteps heavy as he circles your form.
his hand returns, settling heavy on your shoulder, thumb pressing into the tense muscle there. the touch is firm, grounding, but it sends another pulse of heat straight between your legs. your soaked panties cling obscenely to your cunt, the wetness having seeped down your inner thighs now, making every tiny shift feel slick and humiliating. but you couldn’t deny how turned on you were right now.
"or maybe…" his lips are so close to your ear that his breath fans hot across the shell of it, voice dropping to a rough whisper that vibrates through you. "you want to confront it." you swallow hard, the sound loud in your own ears.
your fingers twist tighter behind your back, knuckles white, as a fresh wave of shame and want crashes over you. the ache between your thighs has turned into a deep, throbbing need, your clit pulsing in time with your racing heartbeat. you hate how right he is. hate how badly you want to lean back into him, to feel more than just the ghost of his touch.
"i... yes, i want to confront it. don't wanna hide anymore...." your confession hangs in the air like a surrender, soft and trembling, and the second the words leave your lips you feel him still completely behind you. his hand grips your shoulder a bit tighter, a satisfied sound leaving his mouth at your admission.
"fuck," he breathes against your ear, the single curse sounding almost reverent. "that’s it. that’s exactly what i wanted to hear." he breathes, hands sliding down from your shoulder to brush against your arm. goosebumps form in the wake of his touch, the light ghost of his fingertips like an ice cube running down your heated skin. his hands slide lower down your body, past your interlocked fingers and snaking around your front to smooth over your thigh.
his fingers brush under the thin material of your skirt, inching closer to your inner thigh to your wetness. you let out shaky breaths, chest rising and falling slightly faster at the tension surrounding you two. you let out a gargled whine as his fingers finally brush the ruined fabric of your panties. his fingers pause for a heartbeat against your panties, pressing just enough to feel the obscene heat and slickness soaking through. then he groans low in his throat, the sound raw and hungry, vibrating against your back as he drags two thick fingers up and down the drenched seam of your cunt.
"jesus fucking christ," he rasps, voice wrecked with barely concealed restraint, "fucking soaked." he rubs slow, firm circles over the soaked fabric, the wet sound of it obscene in the quiet room. your knees wobble, thighs trembling as you fight the urge to grind against his hand.
he doesn’t bother with teasing anymore. with a rough tug he yanks the soaked crotch of your panties aside, baring your slick, swollen pussy completely. the cool air hits your exposed folds and you shudder hard, a broken, gargled whine tearing from your throat as his fingers finally—finally—touch you skin to skin.
his thick fingers dip down to collect your slick, the wet sound obscene in the quiet classroom as you moan softly. bringing his fingers back up, the coated digits press firmly onto your clit, rubbing small, agonizing circles into the bundle of nerves as you twitch ever so slightly. the pressure is almost too much, too raw as the pads of his calloused fingers teasingly rub you.
his firm chest is pressed flush to your back at this point, thighs on the outside of your kneeling ones as he leans over your shoulder to watch the way your cunt clenches desperately around nothing.
"god, look at that," he murmurs, voice low and filthy against the side of your neck, breath hot on your skin. "'s like you're beggin' for me to fill you up." he whispers, fingers cascading down to your aching hole again. you choke out a moan, eyes finally fluttering open as you watch his movements. his finger prods at your slit, pushing in slowly as your cunt enthusiastically accommodates him.
a low, broken moan rips from your throat the moment he sinks the thick digit inside you, your walls fluttering and clenching greedily around the intrusion. the stretch is perfect—hot, deliberate, and so much better than the teasing circles on your clit had been. your eyes are drawn helplessly to the sight of his large hand disappearing under the bunched-up fabric of your skirt, a second thick digit pressing past your eager hole, pumping them in and out slowly.
professor kennedy lets out a dark, satisfied chuckle against your neck as you watch his fingers push into your pussy with ease. his free hand comes up to grip your jaw, tilting your head back against his shoulder so you’re forced to look up at him while he finger-fucks you.
"just had to get a peek, huh?" he murmurs, voice rough and amused, eyes drifting down to your lips as your eyes glaze over from the sheer pleasure of his fingers plunging inside you. your eyebrows pull together, lips falling open as you mewl from the way his thick fingers curl up inside you.
his grip on your jaw pulls you forward as he presses his lips against yours, fingers curling hard against that spongy spot inside your cunt on every slow, deliberate drag. professor kennedy’s mouth claims yours like he’s been starving for it, tongue sliding hot and possessive past your parted lips as you moan into him. his tongue strokes deep, tasting the desperate little noises you can’t hold back, while his fingers keep fucking into you with that same relentless rhythm—slow, thick drags that curl viciously against your g-spot on every thrust.
the wet, filthy sound of his fingers plunging into your soaked pussy mixes with the slick slide of his tongue against yours, and it’s almost too much. your hands twitch behind your back, fingers still interlocked exactly where he told you to keep them, even as your hips jerk helplessly against his hand. his thumb reaches up to draw firm, tight circles into your clit, amplifying your pleasure and making your cunt clench greedily around his fingers.
you're close, the intensity of being completely at his will so delicious you feel like you could cry. you loved it—loved the way he broke you down, made you feel so powerless, yet so incredibly ruined that you almost hated how much you enjoyed it.
leon feels it— the way your walls suddenly flutter and lock down around his thick fingers like a vice, the way your whole body starts to tremble uncontrollably against his chest. he groans deep into your mouth, the sound raw and triumphant, swallowing every desperate mewl as he kisses you harder, tongue fucking against yours in perfect filthy sync with his hand.
he pulls away to stare into your glossy eyes, small, high-pitched moans leaving your mouth as you crumble underneath his touch. "that's it... don't you dare hide from me. you gonna cum for me? gonna show me how much you need this?" his voice is low, filthy, and dripping with command. his fingers curl harder, faster, pounding that perfect spot inside you while his thumb presses down on your clit with ruthless, tight circles.
"oh, my god... professor, i'm—"
your whole body locks up. a sharp, broken cry rips from your throat as your orgasm finally crests, shocks of pleasure running up your spine as raspy moans fall from your lips. your back arches almost painfully at the pleasure, head falling back on professor's kennedy's shoulder as your cunt spasms around his thick fingers. your thighs shake uncontrollably, knees scraping against the cold floor as wave after wave crashes through you, slick soaking his hand and dripping messily down your thighs.
leon watches every second of it, eyes dark and burning, drinking in the way your face twists in pleasure, the way your mouth falls open as you moan prettily for him. "that's it... such a good fucking girl," he growls, never slowing his fingers, fucking you straight through the orgasm. "so fucking pretty, coming apart for me like that. my good little student." you whimper softly, eyebrows knitting together in pleasure-pain as you start to feel overstimulation creep up on you.
he keeps stroking you through every aftershock, drawing it out until you’re twitching and whimpering, oversensitive and gasping. only then does he slowly ease his fingers out of your fluttering cunt, leaving you empty and dripping. the sudden absence makes you whine, your pussy clenching uselessly around nothing, still pulsing with the remnants of your orgasm. a thick trail of your slick runs down your inner thighs, warm on your skin.
leon brings his glistening fingers to his own mouth first, licking them clean with a low, satisfied hum while holding your gaze. "taste so fuckin' sweet." he groans, voice rough and filthy as he wipes the remaining wetness on your bottom lip. he leans in and kisses you slowly and carefully, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. the kiss is deep and possessive, but gentler than before, almost tender in the aftermath of your orgasm.
when he pulls back, his eyes are still dark with hunger as they take in your fucked-out form. your skirt is flipped up around your waist, panties pulled to the side, and your hands rest lazily on his thighs for support. your vision is dazed and fuzzy, lips swollen, cheeks flushed, and your eyes gazed into his with dark desire.
"look at you, sweetheart," he murmurs, thumb brushing your lips as he takes in your expression. "you want me to fuck you, don't you? greedy little thing." he hums, low and pleased, the sound vibrating against your body. you have to bite your lip to hold back a whine, you were so fucking desperate for him. he watches the way you bite your lip, the desperate little struggle clear on your face, and his eyes darken even further with desire.
"don't you hide from me now, sweetheart," he says, thumb pulling your bottom lip from your teeth as he continues, "i want to hear every sound when i fucking wreck that tight little cunt."
the words hit you like a gust of wind, sending a shiver down your spine at his filth. a helpless whine finally escapes your throat, raw and needy, and professor kennedy’s lips curl into a dark, satisfied smile. "that's right... just like that." he says, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips before rising to his feet as you remain on your knees.
professor kennedy towers over you, eyes burning with dark hunger as he looks down at your flushed, desperate face. his hand slides into your hair, gripping just tight enough to tilt your head back so you’re forced to keep looking up at him. "up," he orders, eyes staring into yours dangerously as you shift on your knees. you scramble to your feet on shaky legs, heart hammering wildly in your chest as you stand before him, skirt still bunched around your waist, thighs slick with your own arousal. your eyes stay locked on his, wide and eager, waiting for whatever comes next.
he doesn’t speak right away, instead, he lets the silence stretch, drinking in the sight of you — flushed, trembling, completely at his mercy. then, without warning, he grabs your wrist, leads you to his desk and spins you around in his grasp. he guides you down, pressing your front down onto the cool surface as your hips hit the hard edge. a firm hand between your shoulder blades pushes your chest down, pressing your covered breasts flat against the cool steel.
his hands slide down your body slowly, running down the line of your back until he reaches the plush of your ass. his hand flips your skirt up once more, impatiently kneading the flesh of your ass before delivering a harsh smack to the supple flesh. you jolt forward on the desk with a startled moan, the sting blooming hot across your skin.
his hand soothes over the spot before hooking into the band of your panties to slide them down your legs. they catch around your knees, but he doesn't bother pulling them all the way down, only focused on the delightful wetness between your thighs. his hands grip the fat of your ass rougher, spreading you open with his thumbs so he can see everything. a low, appreciative groan rumbles from his chest as he stares at your dripping, swollen pussy that clenches around nothing under his stare.
"fuck," he mutters under his breath, voice thick with lust. "god, you're so hungry for it. greedy little cunt's practically weeping for me." he says, almost strained. he presses his clothed hardness against your wet cunt, grinding into you as the rough fabric of his pants catches your clit in a way that feels so painfully delicious. you choke out a moan and look over your shoulder, eyes gazing into his pleadingly as he teases you.
leon meets your gaze, his own eyes dark and blown with lust, jaw tight with restraint. a low, strained groan escapes him as he feels how wet you are, how your slick is already soaking through the front of his pants. he keeps grinding against you, the thick ridge of his clothed cock sliding between your folds, catching your clit with every roll of his hips. each pass sends sparks shooting up your spine, making your thighs tremble and your fingers scrabble uselessly against the desk.
he smirks and bends over you, chest pressed firm against your back as his lips graze the shell of your ear. "you want it that badly, huh, sweetheart?" he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple as you shudder under him. "you want your professor to stop teasing and finally stuff this desperate pussy full of his cock?" you moan at his filthy words, eyebrows pulling together as you attempt to grind back against him. he grips your hip tightly, stopping any movement on your end.
he reaches between you, deft hand working expertly to unbuckle his belt as he shoves his slacks and boxers down his legs just enough to free himself. the heavy, thick length of his cock presses against your ass before he shifts and drags his length along your folds, head catching your clit with every forward push of his hips. you whine, legs nearly shaking as he teases you, almost giving you the tip of his cock before pulling back.
"tell me," he starts, the forearm that rested on the desk sneaking into your tresses and wrapping around the strands tightly. he angles your head to look back at him over your shoulder, eyes glossy as you wince slightly from the pain. "tell me what you want. i wanna hear you say it, sweetheart. no more hiding." the thick head of his cock nudges insistently at your entrance again, stretching you open just enough to make your cunt flutter desperately around nothing before he pulls back once more, leaving you empty and aching.
you're desperate to feel him, to have him holding you down as you take him, and you can't help the neediness in your voice as you beg for him to do something, anything. the words spill out of you before you can stop them, voice breathy, broken, and shameless, "god, please... professor, want your cock... so fucking bad. please just fuck me, need you to, can't take it anymore..." you whine, nearly drooling at the way his head presses in and out of your aching cunt.
a deep, guttural groan leaves his mouth at your plea, his hand leaving your hair to find purchase on your other hip. he leans back up, aligining his cock to your hole as he prepares to push in, "such a good girl..." he coos, and you can't stop the soft moan that leaves your mouth at his praise. professor kennedy doesn't tease anymore. he finally pushes his hips forward, hands gripping your hips tightly as he inches his way inside your tight cunt. the stretch is unlike any other. he's so deliciously girthy, and you swear you can feel every vein dragging along your sensitive walls, every thick inch claiming you.
he lets out a loud, strained groan, eyebrows pulling together as he pushes further inside your tightness. he keeps going slow, savoring every ridge and flutter of your spongy walls, until his hips finally press flush against your ass as he bottoms out completely. the head of his cock kisses the deepest part of you, so deep it feels like he’s pressing against your cervix. you’re so full it borders on too much, a delicious ache blooming low in your belly.
"christ, you're tight," he rasps, voice rough and wrecked. "grippin' me like a vice, sweetheart. so fucking perfect." he praises, rubbing small circles into your waist as he pulls out, only to snap his hips back into yours roughly. your mouth falls open, a broken moan leaving your throat as you jolt forward on the desk. he feels sinfully good against the spongy inside of your walls, and you can't help the way you flutter around his thick cock. his first few thrusts are slow and deep. long, dragging strokes that pull almost all the way out before sliding back in to the hilt, letting you feel every thick inch. the wet, obscene sound of your slick coating his cock fills the room with every movement.
but soon, his restraint snaps. his blunt nails dig into your waist harder, his breathing growing heavier as he feels every clench of your walls around his cock. with a low, animalistic groan, leon’s hips snap forward sharply, slamming into you with sudden, brutal force. the change is immediate and devastating. he starts fucking you hard with deep, punishing thrusts that make the desk jolt beneath you and your breasts press harder against the desk with every impact.
you're moaning uncontrollably at his change in pace, eyebrows pulling together as you press your forehead into the cold surface. your hands grip desperately at the ends of the desk to gain some control, face contorting in sheer pleasure with every drag of his cock against your walls. each powerful stroke punches the air from your lungs. the thick head of his cock kisses your cervix on every thrust, the stretch and fullness so intense it borders on overwhelming.
"fuck... that’s it," he growls, voice dark and filthy as he watches your body jolt forward with every snap of his hips. "take it. take every fucking inch like the greedy little student you are." he leans over you, chest pressing flush to your back, one hand sliding up to fist tightly in your hair. he yanks your head back, forcing your back to arch deeper as he drives into you even harder.
"listen to those pretty sounds," he rasps against your ear, breath hot and ragged. "sounds so filthy getting fucking wrecked by your professor. tight little cunt's creaming all over my cock, sweetheart. making such a mess." he coos almost mockingly, fucking you deeper into his desk as his grip on your hair tightens ever so slightly.
you let out a particularly loud moan, the head of his cock battering your g-spot with devastating precision. he chuckles breathily, keeping his bruising pace as you feel a knot begin to unravel in your stomach. "that the spot, sweetheart?" his voice is low, mocking, and dripping with desire as he feels your walls flutter wildly around him.
he angles his hips just a fraction more and starts slamming into that exact spot with ruthless, unrelenting force. each brutal thrust makes your legs shake violently and your moans turn into broken, high-pitched cries. "oh— god yes, right there!" you blabber out, gasping for breath as you feel your orgasm begin to close in on you.
with one particularly harsh drag of his hips, you cum around his cock hard, vision blurring as you clench uncontrollably around him. your hands grip the table, knuckles turning white as you writhe underneath him. your chest heaves up and down, each moan that leaves your mouth raspy and breathy. you gush around him, slick pulses of your release and dripping down your thighs in messy strings.
the filthy, wet sounds of him still drilling into your sloppy, creamy pussy grow even louder, downright obscene in the quiet room. professor kennedy lets out a deep, guttural groan at the feeling of you falling apart around him, but he doesn’t slow down for even a second. "shit... look at that..." he says, gazing down at the mess you'd made on his cock. "you’re making such a fucking mess, sweetheart. soaking my cock, dripping all over my desk like a dirty girl." he degrades, hand leaving your hair to slip under your hip and rub at your slippery clit. you can’t will yourself to care, the ecstasy of your orgasm still washing over you in violent waves.
he keeps pounding into you through your orgasm, hips snapping forward with ruthless force, the head of his cock kissing your cervix with every brutal thrust. his fingers stay pressed against your clit, rubbing tight, merciless circles that drag your orgasm out longer, forcing every last pulse out of your trembling body.
your legs shake violently, knees threatening to buckle, but his strong hands grip your hips tighter, holding you in place as he fucks you straight through it. you’re still cumming. or maybe it’s a second orgasm crashing on top of the first— you can’t even fucking tell anymore. all you know is that your vision is white, your mouth is open spilling continuous broken moans, and your cunt won’t stop spasming and gushing around his relentless cock.
professor kennedy leans over you again, chest pressed flush to your back, his breath hot and ragged against your ear as his fingers never stop working your swollen clit. "that’s it…" he growls, voice dark and possessive. "you’re doing so good, baby. such a perfect little student, cumming so hard all over my cock." he angles his hips slightly and drives into you even harder, the head of his cock grinding against that devastating spot deep inside with every brutal thrust.
the overstimulation is intense, but he doesn’t let you escape it, holding you down and forcing you to take every second of it. your moans turn into hoarse, raspy cries, tears of overwhelming pleasure leaking from the corners of your eyes as your body jerks and twitches uncontrollably beneath him.
he groans lowly, encouraging you to fall apart for him as his tip bruises your poor cervix, "i want one more," he growls, starting to build his pace again. "one more before i fill this pretty pussy up," his hand slides back between your legs, fingers teasing your clit once more as his thrusts grow steadily harder. "be a good girl and give it to me."
your body is already trembling, oversensitive and raw, but the way he talks to you makes your cunt clench hard around his thick cock despite the intensity. leon groans at the feeling, hips snapping forward with renewed force. he starts fucking you harder again, deep and relentless, the head of his cock hitting that sensitive spot inside you with every brutal thrust. his fingers press firmer against your swollen clit, rubbing tight, fast circles that send sharp, electric shocks of pleasure-pain shooting through your exhausted body.
you’re crying now, tears streaming down your flushed cheeks as hoarse, broken whimpers and raspy cries falling from your lips with every punishing stroke. your legs are shaking so violently you can barely stay upright, only his bruising grip on your hips and the weight of his body pinning you to the desk keeping you in place.
"oh.. my god… professor, it’s too much—!" you sob, voice cracked and desperate. the way he feels against you is painful, but so sinfully delicious that your can't stop your greedy walls from clamping down around him like you're trying to pull him in deeper.
"shh," he coos against your ear, never slowing his pace. "you can take it. you’re going to take it. one more, sweetheart. give me one more." his tone is deceptively sweet, almost apologetic, but the way he fucks you is anything but that. his hips keep snapping forward with that same ruthless, punishing rhythm, driving his thick cock deep into your oversensitive cunt over and over again. every brutal thrust forces another broken sob from your lips, your body jerking helplessly beneath him as tears continue to stream down your flushed cheeks.
"please, professor— i can’t.. i’m.. gonna—"
"cum," he growls, voice dropping into that commanding tone that sends a fresh wave of heat through you. "cum all over my cock like a good fucking girl. let me feel you." he slams into you particularly hard, fingers pinching your clit at the same time, and you shatter.
your third orgasm hits you hard, intense, and hot as you moan loudly into the desk. your cunt clamps down violently around his cock, pulsing and gushing around him in hot, wet waves. your vision whites out completely, body convulsing and jerking beneath him as the pleasure rips through you like lightning.
leon groans loudly, hips stuttering for a moment as your walls milk him with desperate, rhythmic squeezes. "good girl… fuck, that’s my good girl," he praises through gritted teeth, voice strained with his own pleasure. "taking me so well… cumming so fucking hard for me." he doesn’t stop moving, still buried deep inside your spasming cunt as you shake and sob beneath him, completely wrecked.
only when your cries start turning weak and broken does he finally slow his thrusts, grinding deep inside your fluttering, soaked cunt as you come down. he stays buried to the hilt, letting you feel every thick inch while you tremble and gasp for air. his hand strokes soothingly over your hip, the touch almost tender now, even as his cock continues to twitch inside you.
but the tenderness doesn’t last. leon’s breathing grows heavier, more ragged. his fingers dig into your hip again, no longer gentle. the slow, lazy grind turns sharper, more desperate. you can feel the shift in him, the way his cock swells even thicker inside your sensitive walls, the way his hips start to lose their controlled rhythm.
"god, you feel too good," he grunts, voice strained and rough. "so greedy, squeezing my cock so fucking tight." he pulls back slowly, only to slam back in with a deep, forceful thrust that makes you whimper. his pace starts building again more frantic than before as he chases his high. his hand leaves your hip and slides up your back, pressing you harder into the desk as he fucks you selfishly with need. his hips snap forward relentlessly, the wet slap of skin against skin growing louder and more urgent. every thrust is deep and punishing, the head of his cock bullying your cervix as he uses your spasming cunt to get himself off.
"shit, i'm so close," he growls, voice breaking with pleasure. "pretty little pussy's gonna make me cum." he leans over you completely, chest plastered to your back, one arm wrapping around your neck to hold you in place while the other braces on the desk beside your head. his thrusts turn shorter, faster, almost brutal as he chases his release.
"you’re going to take every drop," he rasps against your ear, breath hot and uneven. his voice is deep and possessive, his grip on your throat cutting off your breathing supply ever so slightly, but not enough to where you're gasping for air. "gonna fill this tight little cunt so deep with my cum you'll be dripping for days." his cock throbs violently inside you, swelling even more as he gets closer. his hips stutter, losing all rhythm now, slamming into you with desperate, erratic strokes.
"fuck, sweetheart— shit, i'm cumming..." with a deep, guttural groan that vibrates through his chest into yours, leon buries himself to the hilt one last time and cums hard. his cock pulses powerfully inside you, thick, hot ropes of cum flooding your already soaked pussy. he keeps grinding deep, hips twitching with every spurt as he empties himself completely, pumping load after load into you until you can feel the warmth spreading deep in your belly.
he stays buried inside you even after he’s finished, cock still twitching with aftershocks, pressing every last drop as far inside you as possible. his breathing is ragged against the back of your neck, body heavy on top of yours as he comes down from his high. for a long moment, the only sounds in the office are your shared panting and the faint, wet sound of his cum starting to leak out around his cock where he’s still buried deep.
finally, he lets out a low, satisfied hum and presses a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the side of your neck. "good girl…" he murmurs, voice hoarse and sated. "took me so well, sweetheart." he says, kissing your cheek surprisingly soft and tender after the brutal way he just fucked you. his hand slides away from your throat, trailing down your spine in a gentle caress before he finally eases his hips back.
the moment he pulls out, a thick gush of his cum drips from your abused hole, running down your thighs in messy, obscene rivulets. you whimper softly at the sudden emptiness and the warm trickle, your cunt still fluttering weakly, clenching around nothing.
leon watches it with dark, hungry eyes, a low groan escaping him at the sight of his release leaking out of you. "shit, that's right..." he says quietly, voice slightly broken. one large hand reaches down to spread your cheeks again, thumb gently pushing some of his cum back inside your puffy entrance. you whine, arching away from his touch as you feel his hot cum leaking out of you.
he chuckles and helps you stand on shaky legs, turning you around to face him. your knees nearly buckle, but he catches you easily, pulling you against his chest. one arm wraps around your waist while his other hand cups your jaw, tilting your face up so he can look at you properly.
your cheeks are tear-streaked, lips swollen, eyes glassy and fucked-out. leon studies you for a long moment, his thumb brushing tenderly across your cheek to wipe away the last traces of tears. "god, you’re beautiful," he murmurs, voice rough, but softer than it’s been all evening. "you did so, so good for me."
you swallow, still trying to catch your breath, your voice coming out small and hoarse. "…i didn’t think i could… that i would…" you trail off, cheeks burning as you glance down, embarrassed by how wrecked you sound.
"could what? cum that much?" he says quietly, a hint of amusement in his tone. you wince in embarrassment, his words making you shy away from his gaze. he chuckles softly, the sound warm and low in his chest as he feels you hide your face against him. his arms tighten around you, one hand coming to stroke your hair while the other rubs slow, soothing circles along your back.
"i feel… a little embarrassed now." your cheeks burning hotter as you mumble against his chest. you couldn’t believe your situation right now. it was so wrong, but maybe that’s what made it so good.
"because no one’s ever taken the time to push you properly," he says gently. he tilts your chin up again so you’re looking at him. "you’re smarter than you think. just needed a bit of… guidance. someone willing to push you out of that comfortable little cave and show you how bright it can be when you finally step into the light." he says, raising his brows as he stares down at you.
your cheeks burn even hotter at his words. you squirm a little in his arms, an awkward cough escaping you as you think about how this situation started in the first place. "don't try to tie this back to plato..." you say teasingly, eyes narrowing at him as you feel more of his cum drip down the side of your thigh.
he lets out a low, genuine laugh at your teasing words, the sound warm and rumbling through his chest. his eyes sparkle with amusement as he looks down at you. "oh, sweetheart," he says, voice dripping with fond mischief, "i’m a professor. tying everything back to plato is basically in my job description." he says, a playful expression gracing his face as he gauges your expression.
you scoff, not believing how nonchalant he can be about it after doing something so intimate with you, "whatever..." you say, half-laughing, half-embarrassed, lightly smacking his chest with your palm. "you're not real."
he catches your hand easily, bringing it up to his lips to press a soft kiss to your knuckles, his gaze never leaving yours. "i'm very real, sweetheart. there's proof of me between your legs right now." he smirks, tilting his head to the side as he grips your hand to his chest.
your eyes widen and you let out a mortified little squeak, trying to pull your hand back as fresh heat floods your face. "you’re the worst professor ever." you lie, rolling your eyes as you hold back a laugh at his boldness.
leaning down, his lips graze the shell of his ear as he whispers sultrily, "and yet," he starts, pressing a short kiss to your earlobe, "you let this worst professor bend you over his desk and fuck you until you were crying. so, maybe i’m not that bad." he purrs, pulling back from your ear to watch your reaction.
you bite your lip, trying (and failing) to fight the shy smile spreading across your face. "…you’re... not that bad," you admit softly, almost reluctantly. you sigh, giving in to his irresistible charms and voice as you stare into his eyes.
he smiles softly, tilting his head as he gazes into your eyes with that amused, knowing look., "don't forget you have a reading due next week."
your jaw drops in genuine disbelief, and you let out a scandalized little laugh, lightly shoving his chest again. "you did not just say that," you gasp, eyes wide. "after everything, you’re seriously bringing up the reading assignment right now?" you say, a little embarrassed as you think about the reading you’ve yet to start on.
professor kennedy’s smirk only widens, clearly enjoying your reaction far too much. he gently pulls you back against him, voice dropping into that smooth, authoritative tone you’re becoming dangerously familiar with. "i’m still your professor, sweetheart," he says, lips brushing your ear. "and you’re still my student. plato doesn’t grade himself." he drawls, chuckling deeply.
you groan dramatically, letting your head fall forward against his chest. you bite your lip, smiling shyly as you whisper, "okay, i get it." you say, tone changing as you start to feel appreciative. "thank you… for pushing me." you say shyly, mumbling into his chest as you smile softly at the comforting smell of his cologne.
his expression melts into something tender. "don't mention it," he murmurs. "my door’s open for you. whether you're questioning your existence or simply need someone to talk to, i'll be here." he says sincerely, rubbing soothing circles into the small of your back as he holds you.
you smile at that, pulling away to press a shy kiss to his lips before pulling your drenched panties up and over your hips. he helps you pull your skirt down over your waist, straightening out the material as best he could before gazing down at you, hands resting on the small of your waist.
"go home and get some rest. you need it," he pauses, then adds with a small, playful glint in his eye, "but don’t forget that reading for next week. i expect your full attention in class… even if you are still sore." he teases, kissing you one last time with quiet affection. he murmurs against your lips, the words half-teasing, half-warning.
you roll your eyes as you grab your bag that had long since been abandoned by the desk across from his, slinging it over your shoulder as he walks you to the door. "yeah, yeah. i get it." you say, adjusting the strap of your bag so it sits comfortably against your slumped shoulders.
professor kennedy chuckles softly, his arm wrapping securely around your waist to keep your shaky legs steady. he leans down, lips brushing your temple as you both reach the door. "you say that now," he teases, voice low and warm, "but i know you. get it done." he reiterates, narrowing his eyes at you teasingly, a soft smile present on his features.
you let out an exaggerated groan at his persistent nagging, tilting your head back dramatically against his shoulder. "yes, professor," you reply in a mockingly sweet voice, batting your lashes up at him. "i’ll do the reading. i promise." you mock, voice raised a few registers higher as you gaze up at him.
"good," he murmurs, clearly pleased with your playful obedience. "that’s all i ask." he says, brushing a finger over your cheek to push a stray hair behind your ear.
you smile at him, pressing one last kiss to his lips before turning on your heel and stepping into the hallway. you steal one glance back at him, and he’s still there — leaning against the doorframe with that amused, satisfied look on his face, muscular arms crossed casually over his chest. he raises his hand in a small, lazy goodbye. you do the same, giving him a little wave and a shy smile before turning the corner.
you smile to yourself as you walk down the hallway with shaky legs, anticipation brewing in your chest as you think about when you’ll meet again next wednesday in his classroom. you sigh, biting your lip as you think back to the point he was trying to get across to you. maybe philosophy wasn’t so bad after all.
as much as it pains you to admit it, you actually did learn something valuable today in his class. not just about plato.
that vulnerability wasn't a weakness... maybe it was just your ticket to something better.
nier’s note 🗒️: right so…. i really hope im not the only one that’s thirsting over this leon mod because he looks DAMN GOOD. i mean he does anyways but he somehow got even hotter. also lowkey this was a self indulgent af cuz *cough cough* i have finals coming up soon and needed to… take the edge off. also lowkey fibbed a bit cuz i took phil last semester and it was easy peasy but for the sake of the plot i made it seem like reader was lost af. anyways, i hope you all enjoyed, and thank you for waiting ever so patiently for this blog update! probs gonna make a masterlist soon too bcus my fics are kinda getting lost with everything else on my blog. anyways, thank you for reading, as always! ♡
CALLING LEON ❝DADDY❞ FOR THE FIRST TIME…it slips past your lips before you can stop it, you’re far too fucked out to think any better of it, too brainless and so dumb and it just happens .ᐟ
leon has been fucking you for what feels like hours. slow thrusts where he pulls all the way out before sinking right back in, going deeper each time until you’re clenching tight around the base of his cock. his hips roll deliberately, forcing his tip to grind against your cervix with a delicious ache that punches the air from your lungs in the form of a wobbly, whimpered, d-daddy. leon grunts as his cock throbs deep inside of you, chases it with a rough, say it again, fucking say it, i’ll give you what you want, and you just chant it like a prayer. each sobbed, hiccuped or whined, daddy!, has his hips speeding up and that just makes you say it more. he pounds his cock into you, more than likely bruising your cervix in the process but you really don’t care when he kisses you hot and heavy and growls, who am i sweethear—yeah, good fucking girl, before he licks into your mouth and muffles your cries for him .ᐟ
he goes in for the kill when your whines begin to sound scratchy and rough. he knows that you need to come and knows that you don’t stand a chance against him panting, gonna come for me? y-yeah, come for me—juuust like that angel, come for daddy .ᐟ
─── dad’s best friend LEON KENNEDY whose lips press in a kiss right on your soft ankle— you legs, spread wide open, rest on both of his shoulders, where they sit so nicely against his burning sweaty skin. your pussy walls squeeze him tightly and squirt all over his cock, fucked rough and messy into the older man’s hotel mattress for the third time this week.
as if it’s been in dire need to be stretched out again by his greedy cock in the span of three days and it’s barely wednesday— you walk straight into his room, dizzy and drunk on his cock, plump ass still tender and tight pussy sore and hurting from the nonstop, borderline animalistic sex and fingers drenched in squirt.
leon’s guilt is eating him up from the inside; the more guilt he feels for secretly fucking his best friend’s daughter and the more it consumes his thoughts, the harder his veins pulse right down the length of his cock while he’s buried inside you. his balls brim with sticky cum, plapping against your bare ass, “ah, fuck— you take it so well, sweet girl. open your mouth for me.”
what a sick nasty pervert. he shouldn’t feel so good having you sprawled in his hotel room with his fingers pushed down your throat. but leon watches your manicured fingers shake and drawing circles, trying so hard to abstain from waking the entire building up.
he pushes them to the side, dripping spit from his mouth down your swollen clit and dragging his fingers in circles while slowing down the pace of his thrusts to help you and placing another kiss on your ankle, “there you go. feels good, angel?”
you can feel the smell of sex all around you. in between your voiceless moans and leon’s grunts, it drips sticky and heavy down the walls and oozing out of your every pore. it smells like leon, masculine, like a man who’s been busy: shamelessly filling up his best friend’s daughter with cum all day long. his cologne is faint, leathery, long gone.
you can feel it radiate slightly right under his jaw, each time his abs press on your tummy and his cock slides with ease right back inside you, tip bruising your cervix so slightly, when he puts his weight on you, emptying his balls of cum inside you.
Imagine being in a situationship with Leon S. Kennedy
Warnings: complicated relationships, mentions of sex, didn’t proof read it so ???, angst kind of
Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x Fem!Reader (Death Island Leon bc I’m a whore for him)
my masterlist
➜ Situationship!Leon who was your friend first, a really good friend. You liked him because he was selfless and kind, a nice person hiding behind sarcastic remarks and an almost permanent frown.
➜ Situationship!Leon who in a vulnerable moment, after an especially hard mission just wanted comfort. He didn't want to be alone that night so he invited you to a bar to share a couple drinks with him. One shot of tequila, let to another, and that led to you waking up tangled in his bedsheets,
➜ Situationship!Leon who told you he didn’t want to end the friendship, but he didn’t want to be in a relationship.
➜ Situationship!Leon who kept kissing you, holding your hand, and texting you throughout the day when he wasn’t away on missions, who invited you to dinner randomly. Leon treated you better than any other man you’ve ever dated.
➜ Situationship!Leon who acted more like your boyfriend than your friend most of the time, confusing you. But when someone called him your boyfriend he always denied it.
Running errands with Leon was fun. He carried most of the bags while you sipped your coffee, rambling about random nonsense just to keep him entertained.
When suddenly you hear someone call your name.
“Oh my God, I haven’t seen you in years! How are you?” An old friend from college pulled you into a tight hug, her excitement bright and effortless.
“Oh, hey! It’s so good to see you. I’m okay, just buying some throw pillows, needed new ones.” You smile at your friend.
Her eyes drifted past you, landing on Leon.
“Oh! Is that your boyfriend? He’s cute!” she asked, a grin already forming. “Are you guys living together?”
Leon shifted the bags in his hands, glancing at you, waiting for you to reply.
“No boyfriend,” he said lightly before you. “I’m just her friend.” His smile was polite.
“Yep, no boyfriend. Just a really good friend.” You said awkwardly with a sad smile.
➜ Situationship!Leon who hates to string you along his emotional mess, he knows you want more, he knows you like him, he hates himself for not being able to offer you more than what you have going on, but he can’t seem to let you go.
➜ Situationship!Leon who makes you feel special when he calls you “my girl” but never special enough to call you his girlfriend.
➜ Situationship!Leon who rocks your world at night, puts you in all kinds of positions, eats you out until your crying, who fucks you everywhere in his apartment (and yours too), but when the morning comes he acts like that never happened.
➜ Situationship!Leon who has feelings for you but he doesn’t know just how much he is willing to for you.
seeing that trend on TikTok where wives ask their police husbands/partners to chase them to see if they can out run them in a pursuit had you thinking you’d try that with your husband.
RE9!Leon was a cop once, even if it was for only a day. He went through the training at the academy. He still works out even if he hates it and makes his body ache all over. He’s still a top agent at the DSO! But he’s also getting on in years. He’s not as young as he once was and after many years of fighting bio-weapons and crazy, greedy corporations, surely you might have a chance at out running him?
Right?
so you ask your husband if he was willing to try. Being the massive sap for his spouse, RE9!Leon gives in after some much needed persuasion (aka: lots of begging and kisses). Now here you are, running like a madman down the empty suburban street late at night cause you just had to do it right then and now.
RE9!Leon gives you a 20 second head start (because let’s be honest you need it) before he takes off in a sprint. You chance a look over your shoulder and squeal in surprise at how quickly he’s gaining on you. You force yourself to run faster, all the while RE9!Leon is right behind you. You try and dodge him by weaving around the cars parked on the side of the road or by turning a corner, but it’s no use!
He’s got you pinned to his massive chest with his muscular arms wrapped around your waist. You’re laughing and panting as he swings you around as if you weigh nothing. His breath fans across the back of your neck as he tries to catch his breath.
RE9!Leon might think this trend was a little silly, but seeing you happy and laughing in his arms right now? Well it might have been worth it after all.
